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hey hope you are doing well ! so I was looking for a jk fic that I had read a while back but forgot to reblog it or follow the author so now I can’t find it. in the fic jk is a prince but loses his memories and the mc proposes a fake marriage with him. it’s based on the kdrama “100 days my prince”
🌷 Hi there! I’m okay! =) hope same goes for you? 🥰 Oh yes, crown prince!jungkook 🤩. This is One Year, My Love by @hayjeon
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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?
hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!
as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!
also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!!
Lavender (ft. Taehyung) drabble
→ painter!taehyung / apollo!taehyung? Honestly idk yet → 1.3k words, warning for basically only a ton of sexual tension
Wow I haven’t actually written anything for months. I’m super rusty but I got this idea out of the blue while watching videos about teenagers painting on their jeans. I missed you guys so much, and this officially marks my return to tumblr writing. Enjoy, lovelies.
“Stay still,” he hisses, a large hand splaying over your ribs. Your breath hitches at the motion, his long, cold fingers a little too close to the bottom of your breast for comfort. His eyes flicker up to you, and you frown at his gaze, but tighten your lips in a silent frown anyway and avert your gaze to the other paintings in the studio. The corner of his mouth twitches quickly in a smug smile, before disappearing along with his eyes, which refocus on the task at hand.
He takes his brush, dipping it into the purple on his palette, perched dangerously on the edge of the bed that also somehow houses your figure, his torso, and a full cup of water on it without tipping anything. One, two. The bristles glide through the lilac oils, picking up the pigment that you had painstakingly mixed and taken measurements of earlier.
He then lifts up the fine brush, and rubs the part of your rib, just underneath your breast with the thumb of the hand that lies there already. Then he gently presses the bristles to your skin.
It feels like...you can’t describe it. It’s not just the feeling of a wet brush gliding over your skin. Here, at this particular area he’s chosen to paint on, you can feel everything. The microscopic rocks that you failed to crush completely when grinding the color. The oils gliding over your skin. The other parts of his painting that are slowly beginning to dry in the brisk air of this particular morning and underneath the warm glow of sunlight that filters through the windows covered with white chiffon curtains. The way the bristles aren’t just uniform, but actually truly different in sizes, conformed to create a beautiful raindrop shape only the most prestigious artists can purchase. The way his fingertips press into your skin, not harshly, but firmly enough to make your breath stutter. The way the air filtering through the curtains caresses your skin, creating goosebumps over your ribs, and the way his fingers gently smooth down the area in an attempt to get you to calm down.
It’s a good thing all of this makes you basically unable to breathe, because, quite frankly, if you took too big of a breath, he would probably glare at you again because you would move your ribs too much.
He swishes the soiled brush in the clear glass pitcher, and then dips it into a darker purple, repeating the motions over, and over again.
His hands carefully maneuver your torso, sometimes dropping down to your hips so that he can angle you ever so slightly to the right, or to the small of your back as he asks you to slowly turn onto your stomach. It feathers up to your neck, and sometimes your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way or pressing a little harder to have you straighten out. But, this....it lighted your insides with a fire you couldn’t describe.
Your skin prickling with licks of light and darts of heat. The hairs on your skin rising everytime his fingers dance over your body or graze much too softly to be accidental. And your cheeks igniting with a heat caused by the intimacy of the feeling of his breathe fanning over your lower back.
Brush into the water, paint, then back again.
You’re basically on your stomach now, and you let go of the blankets you’d been clutching so tightly as you situate yourself so your breasts are completely hidden by the mattress of the bed. Taehyung doesn’t say another word, and continues painting. You’re honestly not sure how long he’s been painting. But you’ve heard stories.
You’ve even seen some of them, sculptures of naked women or paintings of the nymphs that are too detailed to be a guess. You’d heard the panicked whispers of gossipers in town, those who were bold enough to speak of the god that ruled your entire lives, talking about the way Apollo would seduce hundreds of women with his art and his music, his beauty, and his sweet words.
And you’ve seen it too, in person. Even the slightest movement, the way he moves his hair out of his eyes, or licks his lips when he’s focused. Even his gaze, sharp and dark, yet intentionally gentle, is provocative in nature, whether or not the god is trying to. His jaw and nose seemed to be shaven of marble by the world’s most talented sculptors, hair and eyes so dark even Hades would envy. Hands so beautiful, fingers long and slender, yet possible of so much destruction, and so much blessing.
Now, resting two inches below your breast, wrapped around your rib. Lovely.
Time ticks by, and slowly, you become used to the sensations. Your eyelids become heavy. Taehyung continues painting.
It was a bit odd, too quick and too disorienting the way you ended up here. You had stumbled upon a beautiful field of purple flowers one day, lavender, you think, by the smell of the field. Your parents were elsewhere picking flowers for an event, and then one moment you were playing with the flowers, and then at another, you were whisked into a room of light.
Chosen, by the gods.
The highest honor a young woman could ever desire.
And then, he’d revealed himself, dimming down the luminescence so you could at least open your eyes and adjust to his features. He’d introduced himself as Taehyung, and he told you he’d chosen you because of art. You had no idea then, and you’re still confused now. You were never particularly interested in arts, much less the arts, and had never played an instrument well or sung like your sister. Your interests lay elsewhere. But he’d just smirked knowingly. His beauty captivating you and everyone else. Your parents were ecstatic and your community put on a shrine for Apollo in the center of the town, and it was too late. Everyone was under his spell.
When he’s in human form, he spends most of his time here, in a studio, in which constant warm sunlight filtered through windows covered with long, cascading white curtains. From wall to wall, lay canvas or hides covered with intricate paintings of history, portraits of other gods, landscapes you’d never seen or heard of before. Everyday, you would come in, mix the list of colors and pigments that he demanded, and you would leave.
Until today.
“Let me paint on you.” He suggests, tone light as if discussing the weather.
“I-I beg your pardon?” you almost drop the bottle of crushed cayenne.
He sits on his stool, gently running a towel over his brushes. “I said,” he looks up at you, “I will paint on you.”
“Where?” You blurt, and at his eyebrow’s flicker, you bow your head gently, “where would you paint?”
He stands from his stool, slowly taking steps towards you, and you inch backwards, step by step, until he’s a hairs-breadth away from you, and your knees hit a bed.
Immediately, by reflex, you scramble, arms coming up to cover your chest and you screech, “Please! Don’t!”
He watches you from a standing position with his hands still occupied by the towel and the brush, and an eyebrow raising into his long hair. He laughs lowly, the chuckle sounding throughout the temple. “Human, I won’t do such things to you.” He chuckles, setting down his tools and sitting at the edge of the bed. “I prefer consenting women. Makes it much more fun.” He laughs to himself again, and stands, heading towards his pigments.
“Take off your shirt, I won’t look. Cover yourself up with the linens there, but I want to paint on your side.”
You let out a heavy breath, and roll your eyes secretly as you cast off the top of your dress, your back towards him. Gathering up the white soft blankets, you press them to your bare chest and lay on your side, careful to not let anything show. The rest of your skirt remains bunched around your waist, down to your ankles.
He comes over with his palette.
“Now. No looking,” he states, and smirks up at you.
“Wake up.”
“Human, wake up.” His low voice timbers through the fogginess of your mind, and you blink once, and twice before darting up with the covers pressed to your chest.
“Be careful,” he hisses, a hand heavy on your shoulder to make sure you don’t move too quickly, “The paint is still not completely dry, and even yet, you can still smear it. Stand.” He holds out a hand to you, and you warily gather as much fabric against your chest out of the way of the painting before standing with him. You can see a glimpse of a few of the purples, blues, and lilacs he’d been dipping into earlier, curling around your side.
“I want you to see it here,” he murmurs, and you follow him to the huge mirror on one side of the studio.
You approach it, bundled up in white, and he lays his hands on your shoulders, and turns you slowly so you catch a glimpse of your where your shoulder blade is.
It’s stunning.
Swirls of lilac, lavender, purple, darker blues, limes, greens, and even golds and silvers spin together into a marvelous mural of a lavender field. The flowers start from your right shoulder blade, curling up inquisitively to your shoulder and neck, and drops down to your mid-back and borders your ribs and your side there.
“It’s...gorgeous.” You breathe out, and Taehyung lets out a low chuckle at how breathless you sound. His eyes in the mirror are trained onto your back as well.
“Do you recognize it?” He murmurs, and you nod. “The field...the lavender field where you...chose me.”
“Where I chose you.” He echoes, and his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the mirror. “Precisely. Because you are art.” He murmurs, and you finally turn your head from the mirror to where Taehyung stands in front of you.
He reaches out, eyes fanning your features, and a finger intertwining with a lock of your hair.
I’d like to recommend hayjeon’s memory lane! Her other doctor aus are super cute too!!
Fic Rec: Memory Lane by @hayjeon
Min Yoongi / Reader | Drabble series | Husband AU | Fluff / Smut
Often Yoongi finds himself just staring at you, in awe of how someone like you ended up with someone like him.
Unni! How! Could! You! With! That! Vamp!yoongi! Drabble! I’m! Deceased! That’s! My! Fave! Au!? How! Did! U! Know! R! We! Soulmates!?????? 🙃
ILYSM!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕 (보고싶엉~~~)
yoongi and vampirism 💕
Actually vampirism in General!!!!
(warning: unsanitary, menstruation oral)
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honestly, i love this gif, do you see seokjin’s struggle and little tantrum with the floatie, i love this summer package
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lets start~
1) Blackjack
by @kpopfanfictrash
a jungkook x y/n fic
ongoing series with 2 parts out
mafia au
when your roommate drags you out to one of her boyfriend’s parties who is in a gang, little did you know you would fall in debt and somehow you have to repay through winning taehyung’s bet to which you succeed
2) Satisfied
by @seisuga
a jungkook x y/n fic
one shot
incubus au
when you wake up to be in a room with a unfamiliar man, little ddi you know he would be the one to give you a night you won't forget
3) It’s A Boy Girl Thing
by @illegirl1
a hoseok x y/n fic
ongoing series with part one out
in which of all the people you had to switch bodies with, it just had to be jung hoseok, the man that you hate to the core but the feeling is mutual with him, what happens now?
4) Cerise
by @taesthetes
a yoongi x y/n fic
one shot
college au
when there are a lot of unspoken rules, you accidentally broke one of them when you were tasked to let your roommate’s boyfriend in, but instead you invited your resident advisor in and that means you want him
5) Mr Park
by @bangtangurlarmy
a jimin x y/n fic
one shot
teacher au
honestly, how could you not fall for Mr Park?
6) Revelation
by @bangtangurlarmy
a hoseok x y/n fic
one shot
fuckboy au
you knew very well your likes and dislikes but when your best friend decides to drag you out, you were adamant to stay put but it seemed like your roommate had other plans and you just wished he get this business out with the girl but seems like he has other plans in store for you
7) First Place
by @bangtans-baby
a yoongi x y/n x namjoon fic
one shot
hogwarts au
who knew that having a bet with your 2 best friends would either way lead to a win-win situation no matter the outcome
8) Give and Take
by @hayjeon
a taehyung x y/n fic
ongoing series with 2 parts out with the prologue out
friends with benefits au
you asked taehyung to teach you about sex but who knew it would lead to more sessions with him, coughs
9) Rent-a-Boyfriend
by @jimlingss
a taehyung x y/n fic
one shot
part of the service series in which consists of all member x y/n fic series and all member x y/n fics are out
( this was so cute, i kept smiling while reading this ahHH )
what happens when your best friend decides to rent a boyfriend for your lonely ass?
lastly
10) Date in a Box
by @jimlingss
a jungkook x y/n fic
one shot
part of the service series in which consists of all member x y/n fic series and all member x y/n fics are out
( so cute omg, the extremes that the service provides )
you offer services that would guarantee that your clients would eventually make themselves official and this time your client is none other than jeon jungkook
this is all for this fic rec, another one up soon~
OMG UR IN PARIS UR SO LUCKY ALSO "U R GREAT" for the ask game 😘😘😘😘
YES I AM ALTHO NO ONE WANTS TO GO TO DISNEYLAND W ME SO IM LOWKEY EMO
U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
3 is way too little :”( i read so many writers and i love so many of them!!!!
@blueagust listen.... lou wrecks me with the simplest of plots and i’ve never seen anyone who can say so much with so little. her writing absolutely blows me away and ugh im just so in love with everything she does be it smut or fluff or angst I’LL READ ANYTHING
@1honeypot i fell in love with her when i read depaysement, and that fic has destroyed me emotionally. it hits so close to home with some of the topics it covers, and not to mention that the dialogue is fucking A plus as well. then i read her sleepover masterlist and IT’S ALL SO FUCKING AMAZING like its so novel and asdfgjkl I've never read anything like it before
@jimlingss her service masterlist.... i just want to live in a world where all these services exist. i’d even gone to the point of thinking that i’d want to be a heartbreak insurance agent, and at this point i DEFINITELY need a rent a boyfriend service. her writing is all so realistic yet fantastical at the same time, and i’m so hooked on that series that i just want to read it again and again for the rest of my life <3
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
ahhhh definitely!!!! i’ll mention some names that influenced me to start writing:
@tayegi ‘s fics were the first ones that i’ve ever read, and when i started writing my own fics, i kept stopping and cringing because it just felt so forced and awkward to me. but then i went to read more of her stuff and studied her style and tone of writing so i could improve on my own writing, and gradually it started to feel more natural to write in second person pov.
@btssmutgalore dee’s stuff always makes me so inspired to write multi chaptered fics, and it was partially for that reason that i started writing it’s okay, that’s love, even though i was deathly scared of starting a series for fear of not being able to finish it. and the speed at which she was updating all her fics at one point really motivated me to write more (even tho i never even came close). and her smut really makes me speechless at times (in a good way!!!) and i can only aspire to reach that level someday :”)
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
I usually write it from start to finish!! unless in between i get stuck with a scene, then i’ll just move on to the next one and then find some way to connect them after i’m done writing the second scene.
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
answered!
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
there’s no fic specified so im gonna pick one!!! if i wrote a sequel to Fact Over Fancy, it’d be about the rebellion and coup de tat that occurs directly after the first part! i actually thought about this a lot but it felt like a lot more planning and work than i was ready for :/
A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
again, i’m picking instant gratification to answer this: i was reading some article about millennials and social media and how they derive instant gratification from it, so i thought, hey, why not write a smut about this? and the photobooth part is purely spontaneous lmao
T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?
hmmm... i wouldn't say it’s a “can’t stand”, but i prefer not to read fics with idol!member and fan!reader, like they meet at a fan meet or he picks her out from the crowd or something like that. it just seems really unrealistic and impossible to me, and no premise can convince me enough for me to carry on reading.
send me an ask about my writing!!
This is the writing challenge! When you see this ask, answer with the last five lines that you wrote for your stories and send this ask to five other people! HELLOOOOOOOO <3 <3 <3
whooo hi hay :’) ty for sending this in !!
i got some writing done so i’ll put it under the cut :’’)
