#au:fantasy

[cheshire387]

Platinum Berlitz as water elf 🤔

[minjoonrecs]

whoops! sorry for not being specific. any kind of monster really! vampire, werewolf, strange monster, i don’t care! ☺️

Tear you apart | One-Shot | 2,9k | by sweetsugadaddyVampire!Namjoon x Human!Jimin→When Namjoon wakes up, something stirs in his stomach, something hot and needy that can only be fulfilled by drinking fresh human blood.

Love Bite | Series | 120k | by @softjeon & @cassiavioletblueVampire!Namjoon x Human!Jimin→ “You’re right. I was lying. I didn’t want to scare you. But I guess there’s not much to do now, right? I’ll tell you the truth,” Namjoon spoke softly, the grip around Jimin’s wrists loosened a little but not enough to free himself, “…because you deserve it, because I pull you into a lot of shit right now just by being here. I am a vampire, Jimin.”

from the razor to the rosary | One-Shot | 3,1k | by imotikonVampire!/Demon!Namjoon x Human!Jimin→Namjoon is a monster in both name and deed. Jimin is a man - flesh and blood, mortal and fallible.

The other side | One-Shot | 7k | by @chimknjDemon!Namjoon x Human!Jimin→Nobody knew what was on the other side of the clearing. Jimin will eventually find out.

Immortal Mate | Series | 9,8k | by btsMafiaWerewolf!Jimin x Vampire!Namjoon→ Jimin is a werewolf with no filter, who can’t shift, and has a big ass mouth for someone who’s more on the short side. He just so happens to be Namjoon’s mate. Namjoon’s very sexy mate, thank you very much.

- Admin J

[mumuho]

I need you to kiss me - Kai (pt.1)

Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.

Fluuuuuuuff

Parts:

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Two years. That’s how long you’ve been in the same school as Kim Jongin. During those years the interaction between you have been nothing more than that of a passing in the hallways. Being part of a rather small group, you rarely meet new friends, while Jongin, as a dedicated ballerino, is often seen in the dance studio by himself.

And yet here you are, two days after your first conversation, with your lips tightly pressed against said ballerino; your relationship with him still the same as before, virtually non-existent.

How you had ended up in a situation like this was all due to that god-forsaken bracelet.

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The first time Jongin had made an appearance in your life was seven years ago, when his performance had taken your breath away. Everything, from his facial expressions, to the subtle actions of his fingertips, was beyond perfection. Even to your young, uneducated mind it was apparent how much work and effort Jongin had put behind his performance.

You felt as if your whole world had toppled over, realizing how many hours, days and months you had wasted just because you were certain you didn’t “have talent”, while Jongin had been working hard every single day to improve.

It wasn’t about talent; it was about hard work. For some reason you felt the need to convey your thoughts to your source of inspiration.

“I have to meet him.” That had been your only thought. Even though you didn’t remember his face and would soon forget his name, you were dead-set on meeting this boy. Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one. Although the amount of people who were familiar with the name “Kim Jongin” back then was limited, those who knew him were devoted fans.

Though you wanted to make it known to him just how much his performance had touched you, it seemed difficult to convince him of this when you had nothing to show for it other than the feelings in your heart, and seeing all the other fans holding bouquets so big they covered their faces, only made it more difficult.

However, you were determined to at least convey your thoughts. Even if your feelings would look small compared to them, you had to do it. You had unwillingly left the concert hall after writing a smudged text on a napkin and wrapped one of your belongings in it, a bracelet with one single charm. That was the only thing you were able to gift him.

In hindsight, it probably looked like a five-year old had written that letter. Sometimes you’d reach for the bracelet only to realize that, you had gifted it a long time ago.

So imagine the surprise when you found an exact replica of that bracelet lying on the ground. Finding that bracelet had been like a reunion with an old friend. It had fit just as well as seven years ago, your wrist size having remained practically the same during those years.

Unfortunately, it was the very moment you wore that bracelet that Kai became linked to you.

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The first time you share a kiss is during a lunch break. While you happily chatter away with your friends as your food goes cold, Kai comes staggering down the stairs, scanning the area for you, his target. You only notice him when your friends suddenly go quiet and stare at the boy behind you. He’s wearing sunglasses indoors.

“W-what is it?” You stutter, whole body rigid with fear of the unknown behind you.

“There you are --ah,” he says and though you’re unaccustomed to his voice, it’s not completely foreign. 

“I need to... “ he hesitates for a second, “...talk to you.”

“Now?” You stare at your friends and then back at him. 

“Yeah, now.” 

“Alright, hold on a sec.” 

-----

The two of you don’t walk very far away, just far enough to have some privacy.

Kai looks a bit sweaty and hesitant, thinking of the smoothest way to ask his question. You never pegged him as the shy type, considering how comfortable he seems to be with an audience. But he can’t stop fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“What did you want to talk about?” 

Just get it over with. Rip the band-aid off in one go. He’s already visualized this scene several times in his head, that’s what Sehun told him to do to gain confidence but Kai’s request comes out so quietly you have to ask him to repeat himself.

“I said, ‘I need you to kiss me.’” 

As someone who’s used to being on stage and well-versed in managing his expressions, you’d expect Kai to be better at hiding his emotions. 

“W-what?”

Kai’s ears are slowly turning beet red when he repeats the sentence a third time. “I need you to kiss me.”

Taken aback by his frank request you, too, are unable to mask your emotions.  

“Do you remember the conversation we had?” he asks in a low voice. “About how I need consistent contact with you due to .... that.” He nods at the bracelet on your arm. 

You had gone over the conversation between the two of you over and over last night, trying to figure out whether Kai had been truthful or not. On one hand, you had never thought of him as the lying and manipulative type, but people weren’t always what they appeared to be. On the other hand, what could he possibly gain from spinning such a complex lie? And why you? And why hadn’t you been able to remove the bracelet? There were so many things that you simply couldn’t explain.

“Don’t freak out, okay?” Kai says, his breath a bit short. He slowly removes his sunglasses and you instinctively tense up when you see his eyes. In any other situation you would’ve lost yourself in his beautiful brown eyes, but there’s a blackness that occupies the outer corners of his eyes that grabs all your attention.

“It doesn’t look very pleasant, but I figured, it’d be easier to convince you if you could see the effects in real time.”

You stand silently staring at him. Despite having mulled over this for hours, you still feel doubtful. 

If he’s tricking me, it’s better to find out now rather than later. “Okay,” you murmur under your breath. Let’s get this over with. Your palms are sweaty and then, without any warning you stand on your tip-toes and press your lips against his.

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[taegifics]

Hai Shi Shan Meng

Author: handintheshot Words: 8,095 Rated: e

Yoongi soon realizes that what people love the most about witch burnings is the noise. There’s something about the wails of terror and pain that really rile the crowd up, because yes they deserve to die so painfully and slowly. They deserve their own slice of Hell on this earth. Yoongi deserves this piece of Hell.

As roars of pain rip from Taehyung’s throat, something animal laces with his guttural noises. Everyone can hear it, Yoongi is sure. It’s neither demonic nor angelic, just primal, and it strikes as much fear in the crowd as it does anger. All it strikes in Yoongi is ache. And soon he cannot see the charring skin of his love, cannot hear the cries that sound like they belong in the heart of the jungle.

As the fire grows with blinding light, he hears those words whispered and flooded into his brain.

We’ll meet again, my love.

-OR- Three instances in where Yoongi holds Taehyung's life in his hand, and the only thing Taehyung can tell Yoongi is "We'll meet again, my love".

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[cheshire387]

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Nymph Blue >w>

[wangxianfics]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: cloudy autumn heaps the sky

Author: anatheme

Universe: Fantasy AU

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen

Length: Epic (24K)

Summary:

Wei Ying pouted. “How about this, if you end up getting taller than me, I’ll call you gege instead.

“Mark your words,” Lan Wangji answered.  

(Or: Lan Wangji fell in love with a rogue cultivator who trespassed and drank on the wall of Cloud Recesses but in a desperate bid to win the Sunshot Campaign, the war council agreed to have him betrothed to the Second Prince of the Upper Realm.)

Recommended by: @shamelesswngxian​

Comments:

Dragon!LWJ meets rogue cultivator!WWX though they both hide their identity from each other. Strangers to friends to lovers set in a fantasy AU that ends with LWJ getting a marriage proposal from the Second Prince of the Upper Realm.