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def-initely-soul · 1 year ago

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Burn The Witch {4}

a/n: hello everyone it's been a while. I have no idea if anyone is still around or still interested in this, but here's the fourth part! don't know when i'll update again, figured i should upload this chapter since its been in my drafts for a while

pairing: yoongi x reader (f.)

genre: supernatural; angst; mystery; magical society AU; magicals!AU

rating: PG-15

warnings: violence; emotional abuse; blood; bullying; mentions of murder; mature language; panic attack

words: 5.6k

summary:

↠ {a boy who keeps running away, a girl who can’t seem to no matter how much she tries and a series of murders caught all in between of the cracks spread through what appears as a quiet little town…} ↞

or alternatively, not everything is always what it seems

previous part: {3}

It’s a slow day at “Selkie’s Place” when Yoongi pays you a visit, two days after the second murders.

Trusting him still feels naïve but you can’t help but do it, and it scares you. You’re putting so much faith in him. Too much faith. Blindly trusting someone like this can only lead to disappointment, you know this well enough. But it’s hard not to trust him. And you’re terrified.

When he steps into the pub it takes a whole lot of effort to get Mona to stop pestering him and move along to her other duties. Of course, you didn’t tell her the truth about your sudden partnership, instead opting for an inconspicuous story of making a new friend during interspecies studies. But, of course, she had to see for herself. Resulting in an almost interrogation of Yoongi about how the two of you met.

“She seems nice...” he comments afterwards. He waves at Mona from the couch he’s sitting on, who waves back at him from behind the bar.

You rest your hand at the back of the couch, watching the whole interaction with a careful smile. “She usually is. Today was a surprise for both of us...” you shrug before turning your attention back at him. Wondering what made him choose “Selkie’s Place” of all places for your conversation.

“You know this meeting could’ve happened at uni, right? No need for you to come here...” you raise an eyebrow and now it’s his turn to shrug.

“Better this way. Less eyes watching. After all, the person incriminating you could be someone from campus,” he takes a tentative sip of his beer. Your suspicion grows.

Maybe he’s not just thinking of being under the radar. Maybe he’s not completely unaffected from everyone else’s opinion and he’s afraid to be seen with you. Could that really be the case?

No. You wouldn’t peg Yoongi as someone who cares about other people’s opinions. He does what he wants and that’s the end of it.

But what if this town managed to get him? What if by living in such a remote place, the people’s beliefs became his own? What if he’s rethinking the whole thing?

You try to shake off the doubts creeping in your mind. They won’t do you any good for now.

“So, you think someone is incriminating me then,” you ponder instead.

Yoongi looks at you unimpressed. “Given the circumstances of those murders, I’d say it’d be too much of a coincidence. Someone is definitely trying to put the blame on you,” he replies sternly, confident in his logic. You find it hard to argue.

At least someone else believes you.

“So, what do you suggest we do?” you ask while taking a careful look around the pub. Just because you’re meeting here instead of campus, doesn’t mean you’re completely safe.

“Me?” he raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms.

You shrug. “You’re the Sherlock here, Sherlock.” The reply has a smile growing on Yoongi and he leans towards you.

“And I suppose you’re my Watson then?”

At that you can’t help but scoff. Nevertheless, a grin is threatening to spill on your lips. “No, that would make me the unwilling victim that paid too much at your agency.”

Yoongi’s smile doesn’t falter. “You’re not paying me though.”

“Is store-credit okay?”

He shakes his head with a chuckle before leaning against his seat. “I was thinking of taking a look,” is his cryptic answer, eyes following the costumers around the pub.

This doesn’t satisfy your curiosity though. “Taking a look where?”

Yoongi is still nonchalantly people-watching when he replies. “The Kim’s estate.”

Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

“Where?! Are you mad?! The place will be flooding with Magaux!” you respond incredulously. You’re not willing to take a step into this place, it will be filled with your worlds equivalent for the police! If someone were to catch you there, no evidence would be needed for your arrest.

“This might be our only chance...” Yoongi continues calmly, ignoring your sudden outburst.

“To get arrested?” you level with him but he rolls his eyes, not at all worried about his idea.

You can’t believe you’re hearing this! He can’t be serious.

“To find out anything concerning the identity of the perpetrator! Or would you rather just to sit by idly as everyone else pins this too on you?” it’s his turn to look at you with irritation in his eyes. Your mouth runs dry from words to say. You hadn’t thought of it that way. You should have.

“I...” you mumble taken aback, before you turn your eyes away. “I didn’t mean it like that...” you mutter in response. Yoongi exhales tiredly.

“Look, I know you don’t feel comfortable with this, but it’s our best shot at finding out anything. As for the magaux they cleared the scene not long before the second murders happened. The Kim estate will be empty by now,” his voice is soft, almost comforting and you turn to face him again. The determination and hope in his eyes strangely calm you down.

“How are we going to get in?” you make your decision and Yoongi smiles.

“Can you teleport?”

You nod.

“There’s how,” he announces entirely too pleased with himself, and you roll your eyes as you fight the urge to smile.

“I say we meet and teleport straight into the house, not to raise any alarms, hm?” he takes another sip of his beer, and you nod again.

That’s when you see it.

Yoongi goes on about the details of your plan, but your eyes are trained at the glass window behind him. Did you just see something move?

There’s just darkness outside. Just a heavy, unending black. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you.

But then you see it again. And this time it’s clearer.

What you thought was only black, quickly proves to be a shadow. A shapeless figure, much like the one you saw at that empty classroom. Unnerving, ever-present.

Your breath hitches. Yoongi’s voice becomes a faint buzz as your heartbeat rises when the figure suddenly appears closer to the window.

But the figure is almost the same colour as the night. You’re not sure what you’re seeing is real.

It seems as if you’re staring at nothing.

But “nothing” stares back.

And blinks.

“Y/N!”

You jump in your spot, tension suddenly dissipating. You glance at Yoongi disoriented, who looks at you with a wary expression. Then you take a look at the window again. But there’s nothing there.

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice sounds as if you’re underwater. It gradually grows stronger, pulling you back to reality with it. You shake your head. It was nothing, you saw nothing.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine...” you clear your throat, unable to meet his eyes. You’re afraid he’ll see right through you. “I just got distracted, sorry. What were you saying?”

Yoongi’s gaze is suspicious, but he decides to say nothing. “That we should meet at my house to discuss somethings beforehand. Just to be careful about this. Wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?” he explains with an easy smile. And while you agree with the general idea, you have one small objection.

“Okay, but it’d be better if it was at my house instead. I still can’t quite get the hang of teleporting from anywhere outside my house,” you reply, and Yoongi looks worried at that.

“Then will you be able to teleport us to your house afterwards?” he asks with concern, and you nod.

“It just takes a bit more energy. Figured I’d keep whatever energy I can for leaving,” you shrug. Only now you realise that means Yoongi will have to actually come to your house.

It’s been so long since anyone stepped foot in your home, besides you and Mona. You’ll need to do some cleaning beforehand, just in case.

Yoongi nods as he thinks it over, tapping his finger on his chin before he shrugs. “Okay, if you’re sure you can do it...” he comments. Although his tone shifts something in you. As if your pride got wounded.

Sure, you’re used to that. It seems to be everyone’s personal chore in this hellhole of a town, but coming from Yoongi, makes you want to prove him wrong. To prove you’re not just some helpless victim, to prove you’re someone capable. Someone strong.

You can do it. You know you can.

And him doubting you makes you angry.

“I’m sure,” you say, and your tone raises no questions. No room for doubt fits in your words and your hair curl at the ends with magic as it seeps out of you with every burst of feeling. You’re not weak. That’s the only thing you’ve never been.

Yoongi’s stare is indecipherable as thunder roars outside. Your chest rises quickly with every worked-up breath.

But then he smiles. “That’s more like it.”

You watch anxiously as Yoongi steps inside your home, two days later. It’s the only day you’re free from work, so the only day you’d be able to do this. You wanted the whole day off to prepare for what you’re about to do.

You mainly slept and ate, to replenish your energy and be ready for later. And also downed more than three cups of coffee. Although that could maybe turn out to be a bad idea. You’re not sure yet.

You're curious to see how Yoongi will take in your home but nothing really reveals much about his thoughts. Not when he stares up at the massive wooden staircase with Alistair curled around the banister, or when his eyes meet the stone walls covered with paintings of your relatives.

Your familiar stares at the man in the middle of your lobby, thoughtfully take in your home and strangely he has nothing to say. The fox only stares at the vampire man with a mild curiosity and a slight apathy. Yoongi, to his credit, acknowledges the fox with a small tip of his head forward but then he keeps on looking around.

Alistair’s familiar voice appears in your head.

Do we trust him?

You give him what you hope is a warning glare.

Be nice Ali.

You swear you see him almost roll his eyes.

I’m always nice.

A snort breaks free from your lips that has Yoongi look at you with a questioning gaze.

You wave him off with your hand. “It’s nothing...” you reply when you decide to tease your familiar. “Ali seems to like you.”

The question doesn’t leave Yoongi’s eyes. “Ali?”

“My familiar...” you move closer to point at Alistair at the top of the stairs who stares at you with a nearly murderous gaze. “His real name is Alistair, but he doesn’t like being called Ali in front of strangers...” you chuckle with Yoongi’s eyes on you. Alistair gets up from his position and stretches before sitting on his back legs on a graceful but indignant pose.

Your smile grows.

Yoongi turns to your familiar and nods his head again. “I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you Alistair.”

Ali looks at him carefully before his voice reappears.

He’s okay... for now.

Then he tips his head towards Yoongi and turns around to hide in your room.

You chuckle once more at the quizzical look on Yoongi’s face. “Okay, now he really seems to like you.”

Yoongi sighs in relief. “I’m glad. Wouldn’t want to get on your familiar’s bad side...” he replies while turning his eyes upwards to your high ceiling. His gaze turns awed when he sees the ancient magic decorating the glass ceiling and how the endless night outside meets the floating lights underneath your roof.

“What is this...?” he asks in wonder, mouth falling open at the sight above him.

Another smile takes over your lips. “My father did it. When I was young, I used to say how much I loved the floating lights in the sky. I would sit awake for hours trying to come up with spells to bring them closer to me. I thought if I tried hard enough, I could bring them in my room and have them on my ceiling and then I could say “I have the floating lights in my room!”. So, one day my dad brought home some small crystal balls, filled them with starlight and enchanted them to float forever beneath our glass ceiling. To accompany the real floating lights in the night sky,” you reminisce as one of the floating lights slowly descends to meet your open hand.

It’s warmth travels through your skin, reminding you of that time you tried to catch them with a floating spell of your own. Back then, you didn’t know you weren’t supposed to chase them. The starlight would come to you instead.

“And to make sure I didn’t accidently cause earth’s collision with a star,” you add on with a chuckle.

“Your dad could catch starlight?” Yoongi asks still in awe, but his eyes are on you now.

“It was his individual power.”

“And what is yours?” he asks curiously.

At that your smile drops.

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

Both of you remain silent. Yoongi’s gaze doesn’t leave you but where you thought you’d see pity you see nothing but understanding. He doesn’t say anything along the lines of “I’m sorry,” or “That must be hard,”. He just lets you be.

You don’t know what else to say so you focus on the issue at hand. “Okay, so are we ready for this?” is your impatient question as you let the small ball float back into place.

Yoongi stares for another moment before he clears his throat. “Yeah, just a few things first. We need to be really discreet. There might not be any Magaux there but there should be some monitor spells lying around. So, we have to be careful. And we shouldn't split up. I know it’ll take more time but it’s safer this way,” Yoongi explains, all seriousness and even though you agree, you can’t resist the urge to tease him.

“Is someone afraid?” you can’t hide your teasing smile and Yoongi scoffs as he tries to hide his own.

“Me? Please. I’m just saying this for you...” he smirks, and you roll your eyes.

“Alright, let’s do this,” you take his hand in yours as you close your eyes and recount the spell in your mind.

You feel the familiar rush of magic travelling through your body, the magic of your home helping you in the process and then you open your eyes.

But it didn’t work.

You stare confused at your joined hands. This is weird.

Yoongi looks concerned. “Is something the matter?”

“That hasn’t happened before...” you mumble in disbelief, worry filling your mind.

“Maybe it’s because we’re two people. Have you tried teleporting with another person before?” Yoongi casually drags his hands away from yours. You’re too worried about your powers to notice the crimson hue spreading over his cheeks.

“I-… No, I haven’t but I don’t think that’s it...” your confusion is palpable as you close your eyes to try again.

Once more you feel the familiar pull on your gut as your magic concentrates. This time you feel a bit more of it, now that it’s just you, but when you’re about to cross over you feel the difference. There’s something blocking you. Your powers work just fine, moving you along the spell just as they’re supposed to but when it’s time to land, you feel a wall blocking your path.

“There must be a blocking spell on the estate...” you realise out loud and Yoongi curses softly.

“Now what? Should we walk all the way there? Someone might see us,” he says in thought, thinking of possible solutions to your problem but you raise an eyebrow. It's simpler than that.

“...Or we could just teleport outside the estate and walk to the front door?”

“Okay, now that we’re here how do we get in?”

This time, you’re successfully teleported outside of the estate, so you resulted in walking the rest of the way. The blocking spell shimmers as soon as you pass the front gate. You fight a shiver at the peculiar sensation.

True to Yoongi’s words the scene seems cleared, no Magaux anywhere in sight. The Kim’s estate appears larger up close. The building is still standing, yet black spots of fire and ruin grace its appearance and a cold chill runs down your bones.

The lights are out, the house an imposing structure despite its condition, the smell of ashes wafting through the air. You can’t believe this place was full of life just two weeks ago.

That it wasn’t just a ruin.

“The normal way,” Yoongi responds as he climbs the stairs to the front door. You follow close behind.

“Through the front door? How do you know it doesn’t have any monitoring spells?” you inquire with careful step, wary of making too much noise.

Yoongi smirks at you but instead of going through the front door, he nears a broken window to the side. The floor creaks with his steps, a contrast to the silence of the night. You resist the urge to shiver.

He leans in, just barely through the window. He looks around the windowsill, as if looking for something. Once he’s satisfied, he leans back outside with a winning smile. “No monitoring spells here.”

Your gaze is suspicious. “How can you tell?”

He waves you over and you both lean inside to take a peek in what seems to be the living room. “Usually monitoring spells have a tell; they must have a beeper nearby to help them keep running for the desired time. The latest versions don’t need it, hence the increase in their price. I doubt Xefoto’s Magaux can afford them...” he comments. You lean more inside, and he points over your shoulder towards a small rectangle metallic box just above the door.

“Now that’s a beeper. Which means this door is monitored,” he explains as he steps inside the window. Once he’s safely inside he stretches his hand towards you.

You take it with a careful yet amazed gaze. “How do you know all that?” you move inside, wary of dragging anything with you. You finally place both legs inside before dragging your hand away.

Yoongi simply shrugs as his eyes move to the interior. “I’m studying to become a Magau. It’s stuff I should know,” he chuckles as he takes a step inside.

You hum in understanding and your eyes finally take in the living room. Or what used to be the living room.

The wallpaper is burned to a crips as most spots, heavy black marks covering the walls in a pattern; as if the fire spread out in five, even streams of flame and burned everything in their path. The floor beneath the marks is black in streams too, all pointing towards the centre of the room, as if someone lighted a fire and spread it in five, even directions. Like a ritual would have it.

“I guess this is where we should look...” Yoongi comments in a grave voice. His fingers skip the black mark on the walls.

“What happened here...?” you mumble in terror, mostly to yourself. It’s pretty obvious what happened here, but why would someone kill an entire family just for a ritual?

“Whoever did this, did not mess around...” Yoongi whispers, while you near the fireplace. On top of it rest some burning sage along with some geraniums and a few buds of alyssum; all burned to almost a crisp, outside of the five even streams. The flower petals are black, almost destroyed by the fire. Burning sage is used for protection from enchantment, geranium as an alert for approaching guests and alyssum is used to deflect spells and judging by their condition, you’d say the person behind this knew much about the Kim’s.

Your eyes then travel to the wall above; decorated with numerous runes and what must be protection spells. But truth is you never paid attention on rune’s class, so you have no idea how to read them.

“So, we look for anything that might be suspicious?” Yoongi makes an affirmative sound, and you begin looking. Hoping you will at least find something that can help you.

It’s been two hours or so since you started searching but you have nothing so far. You looked into every corner, under all furniture, looking for cracks in the floor, opening every cabinet and little trinket but you’ve come up empty handed.

You’re starting to lose hope. You can’t believe you did all this just to come up with nothing. You refused to be pessimistic all day, to avoid jinxing it but now it seems your doubts became a reality.

You have nothing to move forward from. You only know a witch is somehow involved, someone who knew what they were doing which means it wasn’t anyone from this town.

Which means you’re screwed.

With a huff, you stand up. “Come on Yoongi, I don’t think we’ll find anything here...” you admit, shoulders hunched but Yoongi doesn’t budge.

“I’m not done yet. Plus, we haven’t looked into any of the other rooms yet...” he replies, not really paying attention to you. You tiredly watch as his hands dive in what seems like the hundredth box here.

You groan, your sore muscles complaining along, and you rub your straining neck. “I doubt we’ll find anything in the other rooms either. Let’s just admit this was hopeless and return to-”

Your words get cut short when you hear a sound coming from outside.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to notice it, too immersed in his search, but you’re certain you heard something. Is someone else here?

“Yoongi...” you whisper lowly, taking a step towards him, your eyes glued to the front door.

“Wait, I think I found something...!” he mumbles with barely contained excitement, his hand searching through the outer cracks of the box.

But then you hear it again.

The unmistakeable creak of the wooden floor on the front porch. Meaning someone is coming up the stairs.

“Yoongi, someone is here...” you shake his shoulder to gain his attention, to guide his focus at the impending risk of being found out.

“I can’t get it, just use an invisibility spell or something...” he argues, finger grabbing that... something and yanking it as hard as he can.

Panic and shame are an awful mix, flooding you at the same time as the creaks sound closer.

“Yoongi, please, we have to get out now...” your rushed voice reflects the rhythm of your pulse, and your breaths quicken in fear. Your eyes widen and you stare at the door as whoever seems to be outside takes their sweet time to turn down the doorknob.

A huff comes from your partner. “This is a clue; we have to get it! Why can’t you just cast a disguise or invisibility spell?”

He obviously doesn’t understand why you’d choose to simply run but once you hear the steps sounding just outside the door you snap.

“Because I literally can’t!”

Thankfully your voice was barely a hiss, but it’s enough for Yoongi to hear it and look at you with a surprised gaze.

Great, is that shame creeping back in?

“I- I never learned how...” you admit, your voice barely a whisper this time. You avoid Yoongi’s eyes; they are sure to be filled with pity and you can’t take that just yet. You can take a lot of things admittedly, but surprisingly not this.

The sound of steps travels through the wood again and you remember you’re about to be discovered. “Now can we please get out so I can at least teleport us somewhere safe?!” you hiss, pointing with one hand towards the door.

Yoongi stares at you for a second too long without replying. Instead, he grabs what seems to be a small stick, stuck into the cracks of the box and with one determined move, he finally gets it out.

“Got it! Let’s go,” he exclaims triumphant before you drag him towards the back of the house with a tired groan.

“I used to come here as a kid, there’s a back door at the kitchen and windows we can go out of. If there are monitoring spells in all of them, we can hide until the living room is clear...” you whisper quickly, remembering all the times you came here with your parents for social visits.

You open the door, push Yoongi quickly inside and lock it behind you.

“Check for beepers...” you put a chair against the locked door, just to be safe as Yoongi checks the back door first.

“Clear,” he replies “Although it seems weird the door isn’t monitored, even if it’s just a back door...” he thinks out loud.

“Well, if it was, we’d be stuck here so forgive me for not looking a gift horse in the mouth...” you roll your eyes at him as you drag him towards the door. “Now let’s get out of here...” you open the back door and motion for him to follow you when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening.

Both your gazes land at the kitchen door, then at each other.

“Run?” you whisper.

Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat, and he nods. “Run.”

Then you’re both out in the backyard, running through the bushes and flowers as quietly as you can. Actually, the garden is really pretty and normally you’d stick around to gaze through the flora, but this is as far from a normal situation as it could be.

You can’t afford to stop. If you stop now and someone sees you, it’s all over. Noone would care that you had an alibi for that night; they’ll send you straight to prison.

You reach the fence between the Kim’s estate and the forest, and both of you use the momentum to quickly jump over it, only to land ungracefully at the forest floor.

Yoongi lays there for a second to catch his breath, but there’s no time to lose. You grab his arm, closing your eyes and recounting the spell as fast as you can, when the telltale sign of power draining takes over you and you suddenly find yourselves back into the floor of your living room.

“Fuck...” you curse breathlessly, your body slumping down against the floor. Your muscles scream in protest, your legs turned to jelly as your lung struggle to fill up.

Your eyes find the floating lights at your ceiling, dancing around peacefully; such an obvious contrast to what you just did, and you can’t help but wonder what your father would think of this.

You think he’d have a heart attack to be honest.

But your mother? She’d probably be with you all along.

Yoongi chuckles, out of breath. “Yeah... fuck...” he agrees before groaning and rubbing his eyes. “I haven’t had that much exercise in years...” he mumbles and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your lips.

You both lay there too tired to move, your eyes naturally following the spells carved on your celling.

And that’s when you remember.

“So, what did we find?” you ask curiously and Yoongi scoffs.

“We? Oh no, you wanted to leave, you get no credit for this...” he teases, still trying to catch his breath and another laugh escapes you.

“Fair enough. So, what did you find, oh great detective Min?” you tease back, and he chuckles (an impossibly clear sound you’re sure you won’t be able to get out of your head).

His hand dives into the pocket of his jeans. Then it emerges, carrying that slim stick you saw him dig out and he passes it to you. You take it cautiously, observing it meticulously. It’s bent at the end in an obtuse angle, frayed at the middle with scratches on its middle part and strings of something soft sticking out of it. Oh wait, it’s not a stick.

“It’s a feather...” you observe and Yoongi hums in agreement.

“Yeah, a black one as you can see and those scratches in the middle part?” he points to them right where you saw them before, “At first look they seem inconspicuous, but I think it’s a rune...”. The more you look at it, the more sense Yoongi’s observation makes. Yes, it is a rune, the one resembling the letter “c”, but you have no idea what it means.

Again, not good with runes.

“And it seems even more plausible since the feather remained intact through all the debacle,” Yoongi mumbles in thought and you turn to him.

“You think it was enchanted to withstand the fire?”

“Maybe. Or maybe it was used to keep the fire from going out, or for something else altogether. I can’t really tell; we’ll have to find out what that rune means...”

His statement has you looking at the feather again, deep in thought. Someone wanted the Kims gone so bad, they not only lighted their house on fire but did everything necessary so that the fire wouldn’t go out.

You weren’t aware the Kims had such enemies. In truth, they were one of the most respected families in Xefoto.

So, who did this, and why?

“Okay, so where do we go from here?” you pass Yoongi back the feather.

He takes it back with nimble fingers, softly grazing your own. “I remember seeing a spell recipe that used a black, bent feather with a rune scratched on the middle part in another witch’s book of spells. I don’t remember what the spell was for though, so we need the book to know the details. Do you have yours somewhere around?” he asks curiously, but you shake your head.

“No. Us witches are supposed to get our books at the age of twelve, along with our mentor. But ever since the accident, the council put a ban in everything regarding casting magic. No mentors, no books, no anything. And you won’t be able to find anything at the local library either, believe me, I’ve tried...” you admit with a sad chuckle.

Yoongi sits up and stares at you in shock. “Is this why you didn’t know how to cast an invisibility spell?” he asks in bewilderment, voice filled to the brim with disbelief.

You simply nod.

His eyes widen, a glim of irritation flashing through them and he drops back to the floor with an angry huff. “I can’t believe this fucking town...” he grits through his teeth, making you shift uncomfortably next to him.

“It’s fine really. After I’m done with college, I’m gonna search for a mentor elsewhere, so no harm done!” you rush to say, words more bubbly and cheerful than you ever felt about your situation, but it feels vulnerable to let him in, in all those aspects of your life that you hate.

And you don’t like feeling vulnerable. Even though, with him, it’s the only thing you seem to be doing.

“No harm done my ass...” he argues with a clipped voice, ready to say some more, when he casts a glance at your side. He sees something that makes him stop though. Instead, he looks at you for a moment longer before he turns his focus forward and clears his throat.

You two remain silent for a few seconds, neither of you knowing what to say. Although it doesn’t feel as strange as it felt a moment ago. Somehow it feels peaceful and quiet and everything you wanted since that fateful day your parents died, and your skin crawls with the whisper of all the things you lost, as if they say you don’t deserve this tranquillity. That this too will be taken away from you because you’ve done nothing in your life to deserve this. Even though life has put you through enough things to owe you this.

But life doesn’t care about balance or justice. It only takes, unyielding and cruel and indifferent to your sorrows until you have nothing left or you give up.

You don’t know at what stage you are yet.

Yoongi somehow senses the dark path your mind has taken you. He knows that for some reason, whatever you’re thinking about now isn’t good for you. The urgency to bring your thoughts back to the present tugs at him so persistently that at first, he sits there in panic, not knowing what to do.

But the longer he sees that distant, almost resigned look in your eyes, the more words keep trying to escape his throat, until he’s sure that if he tries to voice them, no one would be able to make any sense out of them.

So instead, he clears his throat again.

The sound startles you, like waking you up from a nightmare and only realising you’re in the comfort of your bed, and you have to remind yourself you’re safe.

But as your eyes fall on Yoongi again, that small seed of warmth that appeared when Yoongi first found you in that classroom, spreads the tiniest amount.

“So how do we find that book?” he asks.

The question has you smiling. That you know how to get.

“There’s this guy at school, he’s mostly everyone’s weed dealer, but I've heard that for the right price, he can get you anything; besides other drugs that is,” you explain, and Yoongi sits up once again, resting his weight on his hands. This time though, it’s not rage swimming in his eyes, but excitement.

“Okay, so let’s talk to him!” comes his enthusiastic response but you wave him off.

“It’s best if you let me do the talking...” you warn him, knowing if he was to talk to the guy, it wouldn’t end well for any of you.

He regards you with suspicion. “Why? Who is this guy?”

You roll your eyes at him with a smile.

“His name is Dean,” and Yoongi looks even more confused.

“And he’s a werewolf.”

next part: {5}

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labrujitadelamor · 2 years ago

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Imagine #4:

You always admired the way she wore her clothes, her hair, and the perfume she wore; the pendant on her neck that lingered.

You also began to admire the flavor of her ~chapstick~ and the way her fingers would tangle in yours. Your legs around her and the way her chest felt against yours…

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biaswreckmepls · 10 months ago

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Fan-Chosen BTS fics #4 - April 2024 - Day 6

tiger tale

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31319462

Author: lolainslackss

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (13221 words)

Tags: Witch AU, Magical Realism AU, Magic AU

Summary:

“Why don’t I hook you up with the people who paired me with Seokjin?” Jimin asks Jeongguk, face flushed like he’s tipsy even though they’re only drinking tea.

“What, is it like an adoption centre?” Jeongguk asks, genuinely curious. He hasn’t really put much thought into how witches and familiars are initially connected.

Jimin shoves him gently. “No,” he says, laughing. “Familiars aren’t pets, Jeongguk-ah. They’re companions. Partners.”

“So, it’s more like . . . a matchmaking service?”

Jimin snorts, amused, but then he purses his lips into a pout, looking thoughtful. “Well, I guess it is a little like that, actually.”

(Or, Jeongguk is lonely, and just wants to find his person. Fate delivers him Taehyung.)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31319462

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rendangnana · 2 years ago

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In Between

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fantasy| Spirit AU

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: TBA (For now none)

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Dream and Reality

'What is happening?”

I turn my head to see who or what is behind me

'What in actual gloss is this’

He laughed, “gloss”

'What in the universe! He can read my mind?’

"Yes, I can.”

"You can what ? Y/n haven't talk a single damn thing." Jungkook's more confused.

"H-he can read my mind." I am going to throw my self to ocean of regret.

"What are you ? Are you also a ghost? " I point my brush to Jungkook, who is a ghost. " You look death, your skin is too pale for you not to be a ghost.”

"Tch, he is a low life being. Me, I'm more divine than him. I am your guardian angel. My name is Yoongi. Nice to meet you my human y/n.”

"Guardian angel ? You don't have wings like any other angel I know from internet.” I

"Yes, and I do have a wings.” He flexed his shoulder and poof, a big white wings appear from his back. Almost destroy my kitchen. “See."

"Wow that's beautiful but please refrain showing your wings next time, it's almost destroy my kitchen.”

He smile proudly and that gummy smile."Yeah, will do.”

"And what does guardian angel do ?”

"I was there to protect you from the moment you were born. From something filthy like him." He scrunched his nose and make a disgusted face to Jungkook.

"What do you mean I am filthy ? I am clean and smell nice!" Jungkook pout. Well, that was an unexpected reaction from him. Before he was all acting tough and cool and now cute like a little boy.

"Why? Why are you protecting me from something like him? “

"I am a ghost and a human before. Don’t treat me like a thing please.”

"Do you know why he is here? In this world ? Do you know the reason why he can’t go to heaven nor hell?”

Was I supposed to know ? Is it something that everyone need to know why one cannot go to heaven nor hell?

Yoongi sighed, "He had done a really wicked deed that make heaven reject him and hell send him here to lure more human to hell. Basically he was a nasty bad human." That was shocking. Or not. What kind of deed he made and why did he done that ? He told me he was an assassin, does that had anything to do with the wicked deed. "She wants to know about your deed boy.” Yoongi smirk. Jungkook stay silent and the air begun to feel heavier.

"Its fine, you don't need to tell me.”

No one saying anything.

"Hey," I tried to break the silent situation. "Do you know why am I can see you all? Why now when before I never see even once?" "Well I don't know how you can see me but for him, that thing want to show himself to you even when I tried to make him go away. He is so persistent and fearless." Yoongi glare at Jungkook, and Jungkook put his tongue out, mocking him. "So I never see a ghost because you scare them off?" "Yeah, I have a strong aura and power for a guardian angel.” "But you don't scare me. For a STRONG ANGEL." "Boy you gonna regret every single of your death life if you don't keep your pretty lips shut." Jungkook hide his face behind the sofa he stood by. I giggled at how Yoongi can make this prideful man shut up straight away. Maybe he is that powerful.

"But why I can see you ? Did anyone can see their guardian angel ?" "Nope. It’s a strange case for human to see their guardian angel, unless they open their inner eye. The eye that can see every single living or death things." He stopped and touching his chin, looks like he realized something. "What is it ?" I questioned his revelation,”Huh, maybe thats why you can see me, someone must cast a spell to open your inner eye or maybe you accidentally open it by yourself."

"Aren't your job to protect her from something like that ?""Sorry angel ain't perfect either." "By that you mean theres a chance I did it by myself ? How someone do it by their-self ? And who in the world want to cast a spell on me ?? For genius lab sake I work at a mortuary ! Some ghost cast spell on me ? Is that even possible?" I almost broke into panic attack, thinking of someone who wants to put curse on me.

"Calm your tits down woman, I never see you panic like this before. Even on your first time watching some scary shit, you didn't budge." Yoongi scoff.

"Because now I can see the real thing and even a guardian angel!" I rushed to the sofa where's Jungkook sitting and dropped my body next to him. Touching my nose bridge hoping my mind to calm.

"Do you want to close your inner eye ? " Yoongi asked, he moved to the front of sofa looking at me with his sad face.

"Well,.." I want to say yes but I saw his kitten face and now I am reconsider it.

"You know it’s a little~ bit lonely when you don't have someone to talk with even when theres is always someone near you." He looks somewhere not my eyes, I think he's shy to admit it.

I see now. I do see him.

"Okay, I will think about it. But you better still protect me from anything and help me to find the cause of this curse." He's holding to not smile.

Jungkook jump from his seat and hug me, "Yeay, so I can see you and you can see me and we can play and we can talk!”

'Its nice to have a company'

And I see Yoongi, now he is smiling too.

"Do ghost or any spiritual things sleep ?" My eyes getting heavier, from lack of sleep.

"We don't sleep but we can take a nap. And..."Yoongi said something but I am too sleepy to hear his words and I fell a sleep on the sofa in between them. The sofa is too soft with my fluffy pillow around it.

I went into my dreamland.

A big black door stood tall with a lot of magnificent carvings on it. Surrounded by a lot of black and a little of white flowers. Theres someone sitting in front of the door. Jet black hair almost cover his eyes and also he's wearing something like a robe, a black robe. He looks so calm and peace.

"Hello?", I tried to say it in low voice afraid to suddenly disturb him.

His eyes are closed. Still in the same position.

'Is he dead ?’

'I'm handling too much death even on my dream.’

I walk closer toward him, slowly. Suddenly the man in front of me disappeared in a blink.

"Long time no see little things." His voice coming from right behind me, it's so deep that make my heart drop. I gulp, my throat feels dry. It felt too real.

'I am only dreaming.'

'Is this nightmare?’

"No sweetheart. You aren't dreaming, this place is real, and it could be your nightmare." He walked to my front, I can see his face clearly now.

'Oh! that face. Handsome.'

'Wait, why he said this is real? I fell a sleep on the couch, so this must be a dream.'

"No, this aren't real. I fell asleep, so you are just my dream." I pinched my cheeks to make sure.

'Aw, it hurts.'

I rubbed my cheek in hope the pain would go away.

"So ? You sure now ?" He smirk.

'What is going on?'

"Where am I ?"

"You don't know ? You are the one who come here. You should know it."

"I don't know. Wow, a lot of strange things happening today. And now this man said my dream is actually a reality." I hold my head, giving a pose like I am having a headache.

“Yeah? And what’s that? ” He bend forward to the level of my face.

"Uh uhmm,.."

'He is too close' I can see his eyes glowing clearly behind his fringe, it's beautiful like an orb.

“Well.. I saw a ghost for the first time and met my guardian angel. And he told me that someone or me must have opened my inner eye." I tried to explain while avoiding his eyes.

"I see, your time must have come huh." He smile faintly

'My time ?’

"What do you mean?" "I cannot explain it for NOW. But someday you..”

"Hey wake up!"

The shake on my body woke me up. I cannot heard his last sentence. What's he going to say, it will bother me now.

"Hey! You need to go to work !" A big doe eyes in front me as a morning view.

"Why you woke me up on wrong timing?"

"Why ? You dreamt of me ? I am here all for you though." He raised his eyebrow and giving me a sly smile.

"Why would she dreamt of you dumb shit." Yoongi hit Jungkook head.

"No, I wasn't dreaming about you. But this dream felt so real.I met a man."

"You dreamt someone else ? My heart hurt." Jungkook pose like his heart is hurt.

'Why he like this?' You smile.

"What kind of dream ?" Yoongi asked holding his coffee mug. 'He can drink coffee ?'

"Yes, I can. So, what dream ?"

"I met a man, he was sitting in front of a big black gate and he also wearing black robe and have a black hair. And also he is handsome."

"More than me ?" Jungkook flower face pose to me.

'Don't answer it y/n. You know he is.’

"Tch, he already came for you." Yoongi looks annoyed.

“He said I came to him though. You know him? So it really wasn't a dream? "

"No, it was real, I think. He's someone they call the GATE KEEPER. Someone who open and close the main gate of hell and heaven. Whether you go to hell or heaven is determine by the color of the gate and flower around the gate.”

'Mine have a lot of black.' you think back to your dream.

Yoongi frown, did he heard it ?

"So you went to the in between ? I went there once and also saw him. He was a jerk, he literally kicked me back to earth as soon as I arrived.” I hold my laugh, imagining the scene.

"What color was yours Jungkook ?" Yoongi blatantly asked.

"Pitch black. Like a black hole." He sound proud of it.

"And yours y/n ?"

"I don't want to say it." I see Yoongi nodding at me.

I crossed update on AO3 too.

#bts fanfiction #thebtswritersclub #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts series #jungkook x reader #taehyung x y/n #jimin x reader #jhope x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jin x reader #spirit au #supernatural #magic #bts #bts imagines #bangtan

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dtaegis · 2 years ago

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also if namjoon really dated and broke up last year, i hope that he wasn't married or stuff. bc i remember that he said before that he wanted to be a dad and in 2018 he bought baby shoes bc "thought it was cute" and this sparkled a discussion between armies if he was already married with kids

#he probably wasn't married bc last year (after years and years of wishing to build a family) he magically became against marriage. involving #himself. which is crazy #but imagine your dad being kim namjoon bts and you can't even tell your friends

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dycia12 · 9 months ago

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#booklr #dark romance #books and reading #bts #boooklovers #fantasy #enemies to lovers #dark love #magic #dark magic #reincarnation #drama #kthff #bts ff #bts imagines #wattpad #Spotify

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starsyaa · 4 months ago

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Bts ot7 x reader (i)

CEO

Series

The butterseries COMPLETE

Combined beings COMPLETE

Choco bun COMPLETE

Chantaje COMPLETE

Office CEO Au ONGOING

Petrichor ONGOING

MAFIA

Series

Combined beings COMPLETE

Between the bloodshed COMPLETE

Everything between us COMPLETE

Ethereal COMPLETE

Choco bun COMPLETE

War of the hearts ONGOING

Be my light ONGOING

Cry me a river ONGOING

Oneshot

Mafia Au

Your protectors

Secret story of the swan

Eye of the beholder

Their innocent girl

Crumble

IDOL

Series

Quarantine COMPLETE

Beautiful confusion COMPLETE

8th member imagines!

Life with bangtan

Little do you know

The plot twist (soulmate) ONGOING

Change my mind ONGOING

The line between love and war (soulmate) ONGOING

Oneshot

The little things

Hold your promise

Being BTS's baby

Eighth member of BTS

Nothing new

Hurt/Sick

Clumsy/We need bubblewrap

What words can't say

Birthdays & Boyfriends

Shell

Kitchen fairies

00:00

HYBRID

Series

Hybrid house COMPLETE

To build a home COMPLETE

Escape COMPLETE

The little fox COMPLETE

Whirlwind COMPLETE

A place called home COMPLETE

Roses and thorns COMPLETE

Shelter of hope COMPLETE

Hybrid heart attack COMPLETE

Shadows and wolfbane COMPLETE

Oasis COMPLETE

Something thicker than blood COMPLETE

Outside of the fox ONGOING

Loved by seven ONGOING

Strawberry princess ONGOING

Masked miracles ONGOING

Trouvaille ONGOING

Safe and sound ONGOING

7 hybrids move in with me ONGOING

Oneshot

Tangled hearts

Mean kitty, soft kitty

Core pride

Secret story of the swan

COLLEGE

Series

Everything falls into place COMPLETE

Thesis IT COMPLETE

Prove IT COMPLETE

OMEGAVERSE

Series

House of the omegaverse COMPLETE

Belong ONGOING

Find rest for your soul ONGOING

Petrichor ONGOING

Iridescent love ONGOING

You belong ONGOING

Feels like home ONGOING

Moonchild ONGOING

Snow angel ONGOING

Dragon

Series

Ethereal COMPLETE

Choco bun COMPLETE

Dragonheart ONGOING

Fantasy

Series

The galaxy above us COMPLETE

A thousand spring (soulmate) COMPLETE

Tell me your lies COMPLETE

Stay alive ONGOING

Euphoric endeavors ONGOING

Magic shop ONGOING

Ongoing

The eve

Royal

Series

The return of an empress COMPLETE

Royal/Bodyguard COMPLETE

Fall of empire ONGOING

Oneshot

Soulmate/royalty

Others

Series

Boyfriend for hire COMPLETE

Getting back into the swing of things COMPLETE

Enjoy your stay COMPLETE

Death valley COMPLETE

Strangers COMPLETE

Out of love ONGOING

Shadows we trust ONGOING

Oneshot

Pastel snowflake kisses

Thank my lucky stars

Jingle all the way

PART 2

#bts ot7 x reader #bts x reader #btsxreader #bts #bts polyamory #bts army #hybrid bts #mafia bts #bts ceo au

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lo1k-diamonds · 3 months ago

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Now, could I sleep last night knowing that Jasz had written my “Sweet Tricks & Wicked Treats” gift?

Fuck no, are you crazy?? I was too tired to write something about it though 😅

So here we are, read n 2 (spoilers below the cut)

First things first: I’m obstinate and stubborn, so I identify one hundred percent with the OC. In fact, I want to know the score between OC and Namjoon. I better be winning 👀 I can accept a tie 😅

His sharp gaze locked with yours, a flicker of concern behind the hardened exterior despite his often declared hatred of you.

I love love love this. Not because I’m a sucker for romance, but because if we are so close in skill, then I respect him for sure! Hopefully, the feeling is mutual.

The fights and descriptions are so vivid; the power of the creatures, the fight, the toll it takes, despite establishing the characters as very good magic wielders. There are stakes 🔥

I must say I saw the deceit coming from the instant they heard the whispers 😅 because otherwise they would have heard about that artifact before, if it’s so powerful. But it doesn’t matter, because of the thrill! The way their relationship grows with every battle, even if no words are shared 🥺

And then, before you could think and he could second-guess himself, he was kissing you.

It caught me absolutely by surprise in the best way 🥺

"It's not what you think," Namjoon said, his voice steady despite the tension in his shoulders. "We were just... caught up in the moment."

I might have ground my teeth because who cares what they think 👀 But I guess the OC is the one with the diplomatic skills 😁

Ohhhh now I get the vision 👀 It sets things up so nicely, I totally missed the meaning during my first read!

Best part? It's only part 1 of 3 😋🤭😁

Bound By Magic | Chapter One

🪄Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

🪄AU/Genre: E2L, Magical AU, smut

🪄WC: 11,698

🪄Warnings: smut, minor character death

A/N: This is for @lo1k-diamonds as a part of @bangtanwritershq Sweet Tricks and Wicked Treats exchange.

Thank you to my betas: @colormepurplex2, @moonleeai, and @pars-ley

Summary:

In a world of magic, a centuries-old rivalry exists between two powerful witches. Their mutual animosity is intense, fueled by their constant competition and clashing personalities. Despite their hatred, they are inexplicably drawn to each other's power.

When a dark force threatens the magical realm, they are forced to unite against a common enemy. As they work together, a reluctant respect and attraction grows between them. A pivotal moment, where the witch heals the injured warlock, ignites a powerful connection.

Realizing their intertwined destinies, they embrace their love and combined magic to defeat the darkness. Their newfound unity proves that love can conquer even the deepest-rooted hatred, forging a powerful bond that will shape the future of the magical world.

Chapter One

You stood across the staged area of the arena from your longstanding adversary. You and Namjoon have been at each other’s throats for as long as you can remember. The two of you had been in a constant competition of one-upmanship that others may have considered friendly, but in reality, it was anything but.

The two of you were raised to view the opposite faction as the enemy due to superiority complexes, a mindset that hasn’t budged much for either of you despite those stereotypes being broken down decades ago. Witches’ magickal abilities were rooted in elements and nature, contradicting warlocks' more arcane-based magick.

Eventually, witches and warlocks slowly began collaborating and breaking down the barriers that formerly held strong. This collaboration proved that great things could happen when the two factions worked together instead of against each other. However, you and Namjoon were stubborn and locked in a continuous battle of wills. Every year, you were allowed to best the other at the annual magickal competition, The Spellbound Tournament.

You were fully prepared to show Namjoon who the better spellcaster was when a deafening blast tore through the air, searing heat and blinding light engulfing you. Instinctively, you lifted a shimmering shield against the shock wave that slammed into your body. Chaos erupted around you - panicked screams mingling with the crackle of flames and crumbling stones. As the ringing in your ears subsided, you blinked away the spots dancing before your eyes. The magickal stadium lay in ruins, ancient seats reduced to rubble. Acrid smoke stung your nostrils. Your heart raced wildly, pounding fiercely against your ribcage as if trying to break free, each beat echoing like a war drum in the silence of the moment.

Scanning the destruction, you spotted Namjoon staggering to his feet, robes tattered and face smudged with soot. His sharp gaze locked with yours, a flicker of concern behind the hardened exterior despite his often declared hatred of you. You nodded curtly, conveying a silent check - I'm alive, if not unscathed.

Haneul's voice, a sage wizard that everyone listens to without hesitation, cut through the din, commanding attention. "Quickly! Over here!" They stood atop a jutting stone slab, silver hair whipping around their face.

You and Namjoon picked your way over the rubble and debris, joined by other dazed survivors of the blast. Haneul's eyes, usually placid pools of wisdom, now churned urgently. Aching and battered, most gather in front of Hanuel as others take care of the ones who are gravely injured… or worse.

"This was no mere explosion," they declared gravely. "Wooshik has made his move. Even now, his dark forces mobilize to seize control."

A chill shivered down your spine at the mention of that name - the warlock whose ambitions threatened the very fabric of your world. You exchanged a tense glance with Namjoon, animosity temporarily forgotten in the face of this revelation.

"We...we have to stop him," you managed, voice rough from inhaled smoke. "Whatever it takes."

Haneul nodded solemnly. "Indeed. And it will require the two of you working together." They pierced you and Namjoon with a knowing glare, a glint in their eyes as if seeing a future only they could perceive. "Only your combined strengths can thwart Wooshik's scheme."

Namjoon's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. You could practically feel the waves of reluctance rolling off him, mirroring your own hesitation. Years of rivalry, of traded barbs and clashing magicks, hung between you - a chasm not easily bridged.

But Haneul's words rang with an ominous finality. The fate of everything you held dear hinged upon this tentative alliance with your sworn adversary. Failure was not an option.

Slowly, deliberately, you extended a hand to Namjoon. His obsidian eyes delved into yours, searching for any hint of deceit. You met his probing gaze unflinchingly, willing him to see the grim resolve within.

After a moment that stretched for an eternity, his larger palm enveloped yours. His skin, warm and callused against your own, sent a jolt of awareness through you.

"For the covens," he gritted out. "And the realm."

You squeezed his hand, sealing the pact. "For the realm," you echoed.

As you stood amidst the smoking ruins, hands clasped with your erstwhile enemy, a sense of destiny settled upon your shoulders. The path ahead promised peril and unknown challenges.

But one truth crystallized in your mind, sharp and unassailable - you would face them together or not at all.

A piercing shriek cracked through the air, shattering the newly formed yet fragile peace. Your head snapped up, instincts screaming of imminent danger. Beside you, Namjoon tensed, his hand falling from yours to the hilt of his blade.

From the depths of the swirling clouds of dust and debris, a ghastly creature emerged, its form writhing and shifting like a shadow in the dim light. Its eerie silhouette loomed larger as it stepped forward, eyes glinting with a malevolent glow. Gnarled limbs reached out, each movement echoing the horrors of forgotten nightmares. Its scales shimmered like polished obsidian, capturing and refracting the light in jagged glimmers. Each thunderous step echoed ominously, as razor-sharp talons drove deep into the earth, leaving behind jagged furrows that spoke of its immense power. Those menacing eyes, glowing with a sinister intelligence, locked onto you and Namjoon, radiating an unsettling awareness that sent chills coursing down your spine.

One of Wooshik's twisted creations unleashed to test your newfound alliance.

"Flank it from both sides!" Namjoon barked, his voice ringing with authority.

You moved to obey, along with everyone else, muscle memory overriding the strangeness of taking orders from him. As you circled the beast, your magick hummed beneath your skin, yearning for release.

The creature lunged, a blur of shadow and fury. You lunged aside, feeling the whisper of its claws mere inches from your face. Namjoon retaliated with a blast of arcane energy, but the beast shrugged it off, its hide impervious to single attacks.

"We need to strike together!" you yelled, understanding eventually dawning. "Combine our magick!"

Namjoon's eyes met yours, a split-second of perfect understanding passing between you. You began to weave an intricate spell, your power intertwining with his: fire and ice, light and shadow, two opposites melding into a devastating whole.

The beast charged again, its roar shaking the very ground you stood on. You held your position. Namjoon moved behind you, a solid presence at your back, his arms bracketing yours. At the last possible moment, you released your spell, a searing bolt of energy that struck the creature head-on.

It stumbled, howling in pain and rage. Namjoon pressed, using the advantage, his blade flashing in a deadly arc. The creature's blood sprayed across the shattered earth, black and viscous.

But it wasn't enough. The beast rallied, its wounds knitting together with unnatural speed. It lashed out with its tail, catching Namjoon across the chest and sending him flying.

With a wordless shout, you unleashed the full might of your magick, pouring every ounce of your strength into a final, desperate assault. The air crackled with power, your veins burning with its force.

The creature staggered, its defenses crumbling beneath the onslaught. Namjoon, battered but unbroken, surged to his feet, his blade finding the beast's heart in a single, perfect thrust.

As the creature fell, its dying scream echoing across the battlefield, you sagged to your knees, spent. Namjoon limped to your side, his hand finding your shoulder as he stood over you, hunched forward but managing to stay on his feet.

"We did it," he rasped, his voice tinged with something akin to wonder.

You nodded, too exhausted for words. But as you knelt there amidst the carnage and the chaos, you felt the first stirrings of something new, fragile, and profound.

A connection forged in the heat of battle. A partnership tempered by shared peril and sacrifice.

The dust settled around you, the eerie silence broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. Namjoon's hand tightened on your shoulder, his touch a lifeline in the aftermath of the chaos. You met his gaze and saw your own exhaustion and relief mirrored in those fathomless depths.

But there was no time to rest, no moment to savor your victory. The battle was far from over, and Wooshik's forces wouldn’t be far behind. They would need more support if they were ever to defeat Wooshik successfully.

As if summoned by your thoughts, three figures emerged from the shadows, their faces grim with determination. You instantly recognized them - Bae Suzy, Min Yoongi, and Hirai Momo. Momo and Suzy are members of your coven, the Daughters of Gaia, while Yoong is a member of Namjoon’s, The Inkwell Society.

"We came as soon as we heard," Suzy said, her voice low and urgent remorse laced through her voice from not attending the tournament in the first place. "Wooshik's creatures are everywhere, and his power grows by the moment."

Yoongi nodded, his cat-like eyes narrowed. "We have to stop him before it's too late."

Beside you, you watched Namjoon struggle to remain on his feet, but his jaw is set with determination. "Then we will," he said, his voice ringing with conviction as he straightened to his full height. "Together."

Momo stepped forward, her hands already glowing with the telltale shimmer of her healing magick. "Let me help," she murmured, her touch moving over Namjoon, caring for his injuries, before turning her attention to you. She ran her hands over you gently, mending your minor wounds and bruises.

You felt the warmth of her power flowing through you, knitting torn flesh and easing the ache of bruised bones and muscles. But even as your body mended, your mind raced with the enormity of the task before you.

Wooshik was a formidable foe, his mastery of the dark arts unmatched. And yet, as you looked around at the faces of your friends, at the determined set of Namjoon's shoulders, you felt a flicker of hope.

"We can do this," you said, your voice soft but certain. "We have to."

Suzy nodded, her green eyes glinting with resolve. "We'll stand with you," she said, her words a solemn vow. "Until the end."

Yoongi's lips quirked in a wry smile. "Well, let's just hope the end isn't today," he drawled, his dry humor a welcome respite from the tension.

Namjoon's hand found your shoulder again, gripping it firmly in a silent promise. "It won't be," he said, his voice low and fierce. "Not if we have anything to say about it."

And as you stood there, surrounded by your friends and temporary allies' strength and loyalty, you felt a surge of determination. Wooshik may have been powerful, but he had underestimated the true might of your covens.

🪄🪄🪄

You, along with Namjoon and your friends, infiltrated a coven of acolytes known to be loyal to Wooshik and overheard a hushed conversation between two of Wooshik’s most dedicated followers. The witches spoke in hushed tones, their words barely audible over the nearby crackling fire.

“Have you heard the latest from Wooshik?” one of the witches asked. “He’s been searching high and low for that ancient artifact. It is said that it holds the power to reshape reality itself.”

“I’ve heard rumors,” the other replied. “They say it’s hidden deep within the ruins of the Shadow Keep, a place long forgotten by time.”

Hearts pounding with excitement and dread, you knew you had to act quickly. The artifact was the key to stopping Wooshik. From the overheard conversation, you understood that the journey would be full of treacherous terrain, ancient curses, and the watchful eyes of Wooshik’s minions.

Undeterred, you set off on a quest to beat Wooshik to the artifact. The trek was grueling, filled with challenges at every turn. With determination, you all brave numerous treacherous mountain passes, crossed raging rivers and fought off attacks from monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows.

Finally, after days of arduous travel, the ancient ruins appeared before you. The once-grand structures were now crumbling, their spires reaching skyward like skeletal fingers grasping at the churning clouds. The stone walls were now covered in overgrown vines. The legends are undeniable. Seeing it before you, the walls pulsed with the immense power you all knew lay within.

As you drew closer, an unnatural hush fell over your band, a sense of foreboding washed over all of you. The air was heavy with a strange, almost palpable energy, and the ruins seemed to watch you with an eerie silence. A chill ran down your spine as you realized you were not alone. Unseen eyes followed your every move, their presence lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Namjoon moved at your side, his presence comforting in this eerie stillness. Since your battle against Wooshik's beast, a subtle shift had occurred between you - an unspoken understanding, a shared purpose that transcended your rivalry. His gaze met yours, dark eyes reflecting your own unease even as his jaw set with determination.

“We’re almost there,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. “Just a little further.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. The ruins loomed ahead, their ancient stones casting long, menacing shadows. You shivered as you recalled the words of the acolytes who had led you here.

As you drew closer, the air grew even more oppressive. The once-vibrant colors of the forest seemed to fade, replaced by a sickly pallor. A low, guttural growl echoed from the depths of the ruins.

“Something’s wrong,” Namjoon said with his voice low. He tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness ahead. It was a monstrous creature, its body a grotesque amalgamation of human and beast. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its claws dripped with a foul, green substance, yet traces of its origin alluded to its fall from grace.

“A fallen guardian,” Namjoon hissed. “We have to be careful.”

With widened eyes, Momo gulps, “That doesn’t look like any guardian I’ve ever seen.”

Namjoon’s mouth flattened into a grim line. “Unfortunately, this one has been possessed and twisted into this demented creature.”

The creature let out a blood-curdling roar and lunged at your group. Namjoon met it with a flurry of sword strikes, his movements swift and precise. But the creature was incredibly strong, and it knocked Namjoon off his feet.

Before the creature could strike again, you leaped forward, your blade glinting in the moonlight. You managed to deflect the creature’s attack, but the force of the blow sent you reeling backward.

Yoongi, Suzy, and Momo joined the fray. As the creature was about to strike again, Yoongi unleashed a barrage of fireballs, forcing it to retreat. Suzy jumped in with her agility to dodge the creature’s attacks and landed a few blows of her own. Stepping up, Momo released her unique powers - just like she could heal with kind hands, she could use that same magick to find even the most minor injuries and transform them into gaping wounds.

The battle raged on, with the clash of metal on flesh and whizzing blasts of magick echoing through the ruins. You fought with everything you had, fear fueling your determination. Namjoon, Yoongi, Suzy, and Momo also fought valiantly, their combined skills a formidable force against the monstrous creature.

You all fought with a ferocity that surprised even yourselves, the bond between your alliance growing stronger with each passing moment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you managed to land the critical blow that brought the beast to its knees. With a final agonizing roar, it collapses to the ground, finally dead.

The air was now thick with the stench of blood and sweat, and the ruins were bathed in a haunting silence. Now exhausted but triumphant, you leaned against each other, struggling to remain on your feet. You braced yourselves and prepared for what lay ahead, sure this would not be the last hurdle.

Yoongi’s rasp finally broke the silence, “We did it.”

You all moved deeper into the ruins, hearts pounding anxiously. You knew the artifact was close and were determined to retrieve it before Wooshik could get his hands on it.

The path led you through a series of winding corridors, each one more labyrinthine than the last. The air was thick with dust, the faint smell of decay, and strange, alien symbols carved into the walls.

Finally, you came to a large, circular chamber. In the center of the chamber was a pedestal, upon which rested a glowing orb. The sphere pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and a sense of awe washed over you and your friends as you gazed upon it.

“This must be it,” Suzy breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

Before you could touch it, a sinister chuckle echoed through the chamber. A figure emerged from the shadows, his form shrouded in darkness. Wooshik. His eyes glowed with a malevolent light.

“So, you’ve finally found it,” he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “But it is too late. The artifact is mine now. Thank you for finding it for me.” You glower at him, the links clicking into place that you were used. A pawn in his game to find what he had sought for years since his corruptness prevented him from knowing where to find it.

Namjoon stepped forward, placing himself between you and the dark warlock, a former member of his coven. No one had seen hide nor hair of him since he disappeared a few years ago after absconding away with The Crimson Grimoire, an ancient tome containing dark magick. "Your schemes end here, Wooshik," he snarled, power crackling around his clenched fists.

Wooshik raised his hand, a wave of dark energy seeping from his palm. The air seemed to vibrate with the force of his malice as several more warlocks stepped out from the shadows behind him.

Namjoon's hand found yours, gripping tightly. You met his gaze and saw the grim determination etched into every line of his face. In that moment, you understood each other perfectly - no matter what came next, you would face it together.

As one, you grabbed your wands, power surging through you like a raging flood. Suzy, Yoongi, and Momo fell into formation beside you, their magicks intertwining with yours until the very stones trembled beneath your feet.

Wooshik's face contorted in a rictus of rage, his eyes twin pits of obsidian madness. "You cannot stop me!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "I will tear the power from your broken bodies and ascend to godhood!"

"Never!" Namjoon gritted out. “We will fight you to our last breath!"

Wooshik raised his hands, dark energy coalescing around him. The ground beneath your feet began to crack and splinter, the ancient ruins groaning as if in agony.

Namjoon's eyes met yours, a wealth of understanding passing between you in that split second. You knew what needed to be done, the sacrifice that victory would demand.

“Fine. Go ahead and cosign your death certificates. I am destined for godhood, for glory eternal.”

You prepared to defend yourselves but weren’t ready for the immense power emanating from Wooshik. Before you could strike first, a wave of energy threw everyone to the ground, adding to the injuries on your already battered and bruised bodies.

Just as Wooshik was about to seize the artifact, a blinding light filled the chamber. Looking up, eyes squinting and hand thrown up to lessen the intense light, a figure stood before them, clad in shimmering robes and radiating an aura of pure power. It was the ancient guardian of the artifact, awakened from its slumber by Wooshik’s intrusion.

The guardian raised his hand, and a beam of pure energy shot forth from his palm, striking Wooshik with a devastating force and sending him flying backward.

With a groan, Wooshik achingly moved to sit up. “This…is impossible,” he gasped, his once commanding voice reduced to a wheezing rattle. “I am destined for godhood, for glory eternal…”

Namjoon shook his head, grim satisfaction in his eyes as he watched his foe crumble before the guardian here to defend the obscure artifact. “Your only destiny is oblivion, Wooshik. You’ve sown nothing but suffering and ruin. Now, you’ll reap the consequences.”

Wooshik’s eyes bulged, his handsome face contorting into a mask of pure hatred. With a final, desperate howl, he lunged to his feet and rushed at your group, hands outstretched like claws seeking to rend and tear.

But his strength was spent, his power broken. Yoongi’s blade flashed in a silver arc, biting deep into the dark warlock’s chest. Wooshik staggered back, a look of almost comical surprise on his face as he glanced down at the blooming crimson stain.

Before Yoongi could strike the killing blow, the remainder of Wooshik’s men grabbed the injured foe and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The guardian turned to the remaining witches and warlocks, his eyes filled with a serene light. He gestured towards the artifact, and a gentle, unseen force lifted it into the air. The orb hovered above the guardian for a moment, then descended into his outstretched palm.

“Take it,” the guardian encouraged, his voice echoing through the chamber. “It is yours to protect.”

With wide, blinking eyes, you took the mysterious artifact from the guardian’s hand. A wave of power surged through you, filling you with a newfound strength and determination.

The guardian faded away as you stepped away from the dais. You turned back to the group, your eyes meeting theirs. A silent understanding passed between you. All of you knew that this fight was far from over.

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Hours later, you all settled around a campfire, nursing your wounds.

Namjoon looked at you as you both stood off to the side near where your tents were set up—something unreadable flickering in the depths of his dark eyes. “Well, at least we managed to injure him gravely. That should buy us time to recoup and end him for good,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from shouting.

You nodded, your heart heavy with a mixture of relief and dread. The battle had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. You were unsure if you had the strength to face Wooshik again, especially not after almost losing today.

His large hands cupped your shoulders, gently running his palms down your arms. “You’ve been quiet.”

You looked up, sadness echoing in your eyes. “I’ve been thinking about what happened. About how close we came to losing.”

“I’m scared, too,” Namjoon admitted. “Scared that we won’t be able to stop Wooshik. Scared that we’ll all die.”

You reached up, pulling his hand from your shoulder and cupping it in yours. “We won’t die,” you reassured, your voice firm. We’re too strong, too determined.”

A small smile spread his plump lips. “You’re right. We are.” A flicker of hope returned to his eyes.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Namjoon leaned down, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His breath ghosted across your lips, and a gasp caught in your throat, a sudden swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. The walls you had so carefully constructed, the barriers you had erected to keep him at a distance, crumbled in the face of his raw honesty.

"Namjoon, I..." Your words trailed off, lost in the depths of his gaze.

And then, before you could think and he could second-guess himself, he was kissing you. His soft and insistent lips pressed against yours with a desperate urgency, a need that mirrored the ache in your own heart. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you surrendered to the sensation, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss was electric, a spark that ignited a fire within you. Years of tension, of unspoken longing, poured into that single, searing moment. You could taste the salt of his sweat, the coppery tang of blood, but beneath it all, there was something else: something sweet and intoxicating, a promise of what could be.

"Ahem." A pointed cough shattered the spell, and you jerked apart, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing.

Suzy, Yoongi, and Momo sat a few feet away, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and concern. Suzy's eyebrows were raised, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Yoongi's face was carefully neutral, but you could see the calculations whirring behind his eyes. And Momo... Momo looked torn. Her gaze darted between you and Namjoon with a flicker of worry in her eyes.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Suzy drawled, her voice laced with barely contained laughter.

You felt heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "I... we..."

"It's not what you think," Namjoon said, his voice steady despite the tension in his shoulders. "We were just... caught up in the moment."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed, his gaze probing. "And what, exactly, is this moment going to mean for our mission? For our team?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. You swallowed hard, your mind racing. What did this mean? For you, for Namjoon, for the battle that lay ahead?

"It means," you said slowly, choosing your words carefully, "that we're stronger together. That we'll face whatever comes, side by side."

Namjoon nodded in silent affirmation.

The peace you all had found as you rested, recouping from the long day, for the night was short-lived. A sudden, searing pain lanced through your skull, driving you to your knees. Distantly, you heard Namjoon cry out and felt his hands on your shoulders as he, too, crumpled under the onslaught.

Images flashed behind your eyelids, vivid and disjointed. A towering citadel, wreathed in shadow. Wooshik, his face contorted in a rictus of mad triumph. And a figure, cloaked and hooded, standing at the dark warlock's side.

As abruptly as it had come, the vision receded, leaving you gasping and disoriented. Namjoon's face swam into focus above you, his eyes wide with concern and a reflection of the same haunted knowledge.

"What… what was that?" Suzy demanded, her voice shaking slightly as she helped Momo to her feet.

"A warning," you managed, your tongue thick and clumsy in your mouth. "Wooshik… he's not alone. He has an ally, someone powerful."

Namjoon nodded grimly, his hand finding yours and gripping tight. "I saw it too. A dark citadel and a figure in the shadows..."

Yoongi's brow furrowed. "Another warlock? Or something worse?"

You shook your head, frustration welling in your chest. "I don't know. But whatever it is, we're running out of time. We need to get back to the others and warn them."

Chapter Two

#namjoon x reader #enemies to lovers #magical au #bts fanfic #bts ff #bts #bts fanfiction #kim namjoon #witches #kim namjoon x reader #min yoongi #hirai momo #namjoon imagines #bangtanwhq

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 4 months ago

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I've said this before, and it's such a wishful-thinking fantasy, but...wouldn't it be nice if, a few years down the line, we're thinking of the initial cancelation as the best thing that ever could've happened for our show?

There are obviously no guarantees, even if by some miracle we do get picked up. I know the odds of that are slim - but so were the odds of this show getting off the ground and even getting a second season in the first place, right?

Just take a moment to imagine with me a world where season 3 of OFMD was picked up by a streamer that actually cares about it. Imagine a final season with, say, 15 episodes and 45-minute runtimes. The budget to really go ham on the clothes and set dressing and all the things the OFMD team made magic with on a huge cut in s2. Imagine bts content and bonus shorts. There's maybe a universe where we can have that, and might eventually be this one.

#ofmd #our flag means death

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abyss-seer · 1 month ago

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Soul Soothing Messages

Pick any one of the 6 piles

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Pile 1

Confirmations: Golden hour - JVKE, Magic Shop - BTS, Moon - Jin,Bts

Seaweed grass, neck problems, back problems

Dear Pile 1,

My loves, you are amazing, radiant, and beautiful exactly as you are. There’s nothing you need to change about yourself to win the love of someone special. You’ve never had to become someone else or mold yourself into a fictional ideal to be worthy of love. True love comes when you are unapologetically yourself.

Pile 1, take care of yourself—especially your neck and back! Don’t strain them by staring down at your phone all the time, and maybe turn down the blasting music in your ears. There’s a whole world around you waiting to be explored.

Why let the fear of judgment hold you back? Break free from the imaginary cages you’ve built and step into the light. The internet might feel limitless, but it’s still another cage if you use it to hide from the real world. Are you constantly doubting your looks or imagining what kind of person you think others want you to be? Stop overthinking!

The world will love you for who you are. There are people out there who won’t judge your views—some will even find them inspiring and find you incredibly attractive. You have unique perspectives, and people can learn from them. So, ask your questions openly, share your thoughts freely, and embrace this world as a classroom where we are all students, each learning at our own pace.

Take a moment to reflect on what you want in a soulmate and the kind of people you wish to surround yourself with. Let this be a reminder that your authentic self is enough. There are people who will love and accept you wholeheartedly for who you are, who you’ve been, and who you will become.

No matter what happens, someone out there will always cherish you just as you are.

With love,

Your Friend

Abyss Seer

Pile 2

Confirmations: very mindful very demure trend, very subtle, slow and steady, stand offish, emblem, victorious, knowledgeable, September, Virgo Season, Virginia

Dear Pile 2,

Contemplative, introspective, patient, victorious, revolutionary—how many more labels do you need to define yourself? Do you really have to carry the weight of this "serious identity" of being a leader? Do you think anyone—or anything—could truly define who you are?

Why look at yourself through a stranger’s lens? Does that perspective truly capture your essence? Who are you at your core? Is the person within you the one calling the shots, or have you let someone else take the reins? Even Girish (Lord Shiva) himself couldn’t define you—only you can. (Some of you could love mountain strolls, ‘Girish’ means one who resides in mountains. Maybe some of you worship a mountain deity like a Shinto deity)

This isn’t something a tarot reader can tell you because deep down, you already know it. So, what’s holding you back? Are you unaware of your own potential? Haven’t you seen the hurdles you’ve overcome to reach this point in your life?

Why feel embarrassed about being in a better position now? Why isolate yourself when you’ve already earned your victories? Do you really need to shrink yourself to fit into the mold of others, or should those trying to limit you rise to meet your level? Which path sounds more empowering and true to growth?

Pile 2, stop accommodating people who judge others based on superficial flaws. Instead, move at your own pace, staying true to your ethics, standards, and values. Ask yourself: what do you really love to do? What would you pursue if judgment didn’t exist?

Because here’s the truth: it’s possible to live that life. And not just live it—leave a legacy that others will remember. Your soul’s unique signature is meant to inspire, to create waves in the world.

So, go after what excites you. Reignite that spark. Make life worth remembering.

With love,

Your Friend

Abyss Seer

Pile 3

Dear Pile 3,

Alright, Pile 3, who’s the person that’s stolen your heart? Do you feel sad about not being noticed or seen by them? Does this person inspire you in some way? Do they leave you at a loss for words?

Aww, my sweet little angels, don’t be sad! Your heart doesn’t deserve to carry this kind of ache. Let me tell you something: you’ll never know what could happen unless you express your feelings.

This lesson applies to more than just love—it’s the same with your career. Some of you might have experienced hardship, maybe even violence or exclusion, possibly because of poverty or feeling left out. These moments can make you question your path in life. When it comes to love, you’ve been hesitant to take risks. And in your career, you still feel uncertain.

The real issue, Pile 3, is that you’re not standing up for yourself. You fear judgment and hesitate to take bold steps. Your Manipura Chakra (solar plexus) and Visuddha Chakra (throat) are calling out to you. They’re urging you to be honest, make a strategic move, and take charge of your life.

Remember your Shakti! You are not here to be preyed upon or diminished. You’re here to walk this Earth like a tigress—strong, proud, and full of grace. You have the power to reclaim your rightful space and radiate light onto others.

Now is the time to cleanse yourself of negativity, self-doubt, and unrequited energy. Clear your mind, space, and body of anything holding you back. Take a moment to stretch, breathe deeply, and let happiness fill your soul. Go for a walk, feel the freedom, and let yourself reconnect with your purpose.

I promise you, success is within your reach—whether it’s in love, your career, or life itself. Take a step back, relax, and trust that Devi Durga is with you, guiding you toward your light. Embrace who you are, do what excites you, and show courage when it’s needed. Take risks, stand up for yourself, and trust that you’re on the right path.

You’ve got this, Pile 3! Shine bright, take the leap, and know the way will reveal itself.

Good day, my loves. Bubbye!

Your Friend

Abyss Seer

Pile 4

Confirmations:

Film based, happy hare,638,368,63,36,93, multiples of 3,21, sea monsters, percy Jackson, someone’s nickname could be or mean ‘monkey’, mooncake, mid-autumn festival,707,909,yoy,LOL,

This pile reminds me a lot of PJ series and all the sea goddess, Beren and Luthien, Lord of Rings and Hobbit, 3 letter palindrome with letter ‘o’ in the middle could be significant, Having Strict teachers and parents growing up,Sailor Moon, religious leaders like pandits or priests forcing culture on you, Character of Father Nelson from Hilda Furracao, Guru Dronacharya disabling someone's growth to enable someone else.

Dear Pile 4,

Are you constantly changing yourself to be loved by others? Are you holding on to the idea of a “dream partner” from childhood, wishing for someone as idealistic as the fantasy? Do you find yourself torn between loving the real person in front of you and the ideal person in your mind? My loves, isn’t it exhausting to hold people to the impossible standards of your favorite anime or fictional character?

It’s time to stop wasting your energy trying to change people or resenting them for not meeting those expectations. Real love doesn’t come from forcing others to fit your mold. Why do you feel the need to change others? Is it because you struggle to accept them—or maybe even yourself?

Are you in connections where you pretend to be someone you’re not? Does the idea of looking beyond the “mist” of a perfect life seem unbearable? Pile 4, take a deep look within. Where is this mist coming from? Is it the people around you or fears rooted in past trauma? Whatever the source, clarity begins with you.

For some of you, this mist may stem from childhood expectations. Perhaps a mother figure or other authority figures imposed strict control, criticized every small mistake, and denied you the space to fail and learn. Maybe decisions were made for you, leaving you fearful and indecisive despite knowing what you needed to do.

I sense echoes of Eklavya from Indian mythology but in a negative context —someone who was subservient and maladaptive because they weren’t given the freedom to adapt or grow cause their thumb was cut off to stop their growth. You might have faced harsh punishments, controlling parents, or strict teachers, which instilled meekness and fear of failure. For some, even religious or cultural traditions may have felt stifling, leaving little room for individuality.

Pile 4, I’m so sorry if you endured any of this. Do you settle for what you’re given because you were taught that’s all you deserved? Have past experiences, like being bullied for your accent or identity, left you afraid to ask for more or show your true self? (I am specifically getting Kim Kardashian's NYC accent, its as if someone was bullied for their accent which ended up in them never asking questions again out of embarrassment, aww pile 4, iam so sorry for what you went through. This should have never happened, I hope you know that and beleive me when I say so. It should have never happened you, alright? Love you so much 🩷)

Listen to me: you don’t have to be the person others forced you to become. Let your soul breathe. Release yourself from expectations and labels that don’t align with who you truly are. Life is full of gifts if you choose to see them. Heal from your fear of delays and failure. Let go of hyper-independence and control.

You weren’t meant to carry the weight of the world alone. Let others help you. Don’t let past bullying or harshness keep you from caring for yourself or connecting with others. Recognize these patterns, ask yourself the right questions, and start your healing journey.

There is help out there—mental health hotlines, domestic abuse support, and professionals ready to assist you. Please know you never deserved to be treated poorly. You are unique and worthy of expressing your true self. Don’t suppress your light; don’t let these experiences turn into controlling tendencies or victimization.

Pile 4, you are bigger and better than the labels and burdens placed upon you. Let go of the harshness of the world and embrace the beautiful soul you were born to be. Celebrate yourself and find joy in the things that resonate with your spirit.

You might enjoy songs like “Just Right” by GOT7, “Nunu Nana” by Jessie, or “Born to Be” by Nano. Let them remind you of your worth and strength.

With love,

Your Friend

Abyss Seer

Pile 5

Confirmations:

child,baby,chidren,111, zen meditation, earth sign, mother mature, river goddess, mother gaia, a very beautiful meditative spot, a very good ecosystem, jeji,jiji,gg,gigi, shaktivism, devi energy coming through,

Jeju island in korea, best childhood memory relating to cellphone ringtone, come hard at me, hard carry got 7, alternating current, bird sound ringtone, nokia cellphone, 1980s to 1990s, remembering taking a phone call of a beloved family member, message of concern, coffin, news related to someone’s death, one question that doesn’t change in your mind,Rishab or bishop, motherly nature, very organized.

Pile3 and pile 1 could be significant for you

Dear Pile 5,

It seems you might be in a very vulnerable place right now. I’m sensing deep emotional struggles, and for some, even thoughts of self-harm. My dear Pile 5, if this resonates with you, please seek help immediately. If you’ve experienced abuse, emotional suppression, or even substance struggles, know that you are not alone. There are people who care, support systems available, and resources like suicide helplines to turn to.

If you feel lost, start small—reach out to a trusted friend, a past colleague, or someone you feel safe with. Don’t let the doubts planted in your mind stop you from seeking the help you deserve. You are worthy of healing and support.

For those of you who have endured this pain, justice will come—but don’t focus on revenge or the past. Instead, focus on you. Build yourself up, prioritize your mental health, and reclaim your strength. Therapy, support groups, and professional help can be lifesaving. There is no shame in seeking help—it is an act of courage.

You may feel like your dreams, energy, and hope have faded, but that’s just an illusion. You still have strength within you to start over. Listen to “N’y Pense Plus” by Tayc or “Daisy” by Stereo Dive Foundation—they might bring some solace. Remember, no matter how exhausted or defeated you feel, this heaviness is temporary, not your reality.

If your mind replays past memories or clings to moments of comfort during abuse, that’s your trauma talking. Be patient with yourself. Trauma takes time to heal, but healing is possible. If there’s someone you trust—someone whose words could lift you up—reach out to them now.

If you’re in an abusive relationship or situation, get out of it right away. Your intuition already knows who to turn to for safety and support. Listen to that voice inside you. You deserve love, care, and peace. Don’t carry this burden alone—talk to someone, even if it’s online. Vent, share, cry, but don’t keep it bottled up.

Pile 5, I love you, and I want you to take care of yourself. Healing starts when you reach out and let it all out. You are stronger than you think, and your life is worth fighting for.

Take care, my dear. I’ll leave you with this: you can and will rise again. You are not alone.

With love,

Your Friend

Abyss Seer

Pile 6

Confirmations:

Nature sound, bird watching, chirping of birds, nightangle, happy hare song, I need u by bts, run by bts, something about doing drggs in bathtub, Suffered by a bunch of goons, heart shapes, dwarf, someone breaking up on phone due to the other cheating, Taste – Sabrina Carpenter, Someone saying they have been known to share their (cookies) or (peonies) everywhere, hiring a Private Investigator to uncover that the person was lying about their misery to get money out of you 🫠🤷🏽‍♀️, Seven by Jungkook, you could want the cookie or peony seven days a weeks, 24x7, 365 days, s*x addicted, Dimple - BTS but all of it feels heavy illegal so it increases the taboo, Serenity by Jimin. I channeled "Kpop Singers, Kpop Band and Kpop Man" in my head, wanting to commit some sort of treason or illegal deed (or idk make them cheat ) for a lover, 100 ways by Jackson Wang, Pretty Please - Jackson Wang, Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Someone's beggin someone to bite the forbidden apple, What the heck! Pile 6 you are interesting af, seems like you are hanging on the line between good and bad.

Dear Pile 6,

You’re not just a chess player—you’re the grandmaster of strategy! Your message carries the wisdom of ancestors, and you radiate a fiery resilience that reminds me of Daenerys from Game of Thrones. Like her, you’ve endured pain, abuse, and underestimation but transformed it all into wisdom. You waited, learned, and now stand ready to claim your crown. You’re the underestimated force no one saw coming—what a powerful energy!

Pile 6, I see you. You’ve worked hard, earned your success, and now indulge in the fruits of your labor. Luxury suits you. Seven by Jungkook? That’s your vibe, along with 365 days. But beneath it all, loneliness lingers. You may wonder if you’ll ever find true love or family again. Some of you may even feel orphaned in spirit, longing for connection.

You’re being asked to let things flow. Don’t overthink or take shortcuts to cope with disappointment. If a dream or relationship didn’t work out, stop replaying it in your mind. Release it. Change your perspective and focus on your growth. Your work likely involves communication or intellectual skills, so channel your energy there.

For those who feel a deep sadness from broken relationships or missed opportunities, let go of trying to rationalize what went wrong. The answers won’t soothe you. Focus instead on your aspirations. Someone here might resonate with country music, rural living, or have a love for animals like horses. Express your desires boldly—don’t shy away, even if you’re on the closeted side. Someone here could be from the year of horse or Ashwini, Shatabhisha, moola and Ardra (I was getting dog yoni) Nakshatra or a Sagittarius or can have a pet shop or stable full of horses.

If conflicts around family property, betrayal, or unresolved commitments are weighing on you, it’s time to release the baggage. Feeling cheated or betrayed, especially by family or a past lover, can be overwhelming. But holding onto anger only prolongs your pain. Stop revisiting old wounds or seeking validation from those who wronged you. If a cheater or manipulative ex resurfaces, don’t let their sob stories reel you back in. Protect your peace and move forward.

You’ve been blessed with a fresh start—don’t waste it looking backward. The attachments you hold to past people or situations may feel familiar, but they are chains. Trust me, better people and opportunities are waiting for you. If anyone from your past tries to return, proceed cautiously, and never let them exploit you again. Friends and lovers who only take from you aren’t worth your time.

Pile 6, you’re a star, and you deserve relationships that uplift you, not drag you down. Let go of anyone who dims your light. Cut the snakes from your garden and welcome those who genuinely care for you.

Stay radiant, stay strong, and have a fabulous day!

Bye-bye 😊

Your Friend

Abyss Seer

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sepublic · 28 days ago

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My hot take is that Pilot Gus has been a thing since the pitch bible, it’s just that he’s the character who’s gone through the most revisions in terms of aesthetic;

He’s Tibbles. Or Tibbles was him. They’re small nerdy friends of Luz who stand out as having an interest in human realm stuff. One of the pitched episode concepts was Tibbles and Eda attempting to throw Luz a human party only for their misunderstanding of human culture to lead to chaos, which is perfectly in line with canon Gus clearly not knowing what he’s talking about but meaning it in full earnest. Tibbles and Paulina AKA Pilot Willow are even on the same page together, and Willow and Gus are a classic duo.

After all, look at Hunter! William is a very different character, with a different name and appearance, different personality/vibes, and a different backstory. Yet there are a lot of recurring elements between both versions of the character that you can’t deny Hunter is William after having gone through multiple revisions.

In the end, it’s clear that the writers took the character of Tibbles and just made him a “human” kid, and then expanded on his character from there. It’s possible they just came to this conclusion on their own. It could be a result of Disney pushing the Hexside angle, so the writers converted Tibbles into another peer for Luz, rather than making a new character. Him being a witch student also allowed the writers to expand on one of the nine coven magics as well! And I wouldn’t be surprised if executives pushed for the revised Tibbles to look human for relatability.

But the writers were obviously attached to the concept of a porcine demon named Tibbles, so they retained him but with a radically different personality to fulfill a separate niche of minor antagonist they’d drafted for some other episodes. Even in canon, Tibbles still retains a connection to human artifacts, albeit much more incidental to his character and out of utilitarian, economic interests; He scavenged human trash and briefly sold The Good Witch Azura books, only to give up once Amity proved to be the only buyer. Which hilariously makes Tibbles a contributor towards Lumity.

Dang I want to imagine a plot where Gus and Tibbles interact directly (amidst a salty exchange acknowledging Tibbles’ attempted revenge on Gus in Really Small Problems) and the show gets really meta about how they’re two halves of the same character, albeit with Gus clearly being the more “whole” of the two. It’s a story that works without the BTS knowledge but with it, it makes the whole bit feel enriched.

Obviously it’d be a plot about the Gus and Tibbles having similarities in their shared connection to human garbage, and maybe their respective dynamics with Eda. Possibly discussing/exploring the motives for their interest, which could get into Gus’ motives and how he fell in love with human culture. In fact if Eda wasn’t necessarily the source of Gus’ first exposure, it could’ve damn well been Tibbles!

And since it’s Tibbles, Gus doesn’t really bond with him (esp if like Amity, Gus got it from Tibbles indirectly) and that’s why he’s fairly lonely by the time S1 rolls around, and he’s more impressed by Eda instead. It explains how Gus knows about human stuff, but doesn’t have a particular connection to Eda until they interact through Luz. Tibbles and Eda have a minor rivalry going along as black market potions sellers who have human garbage as a side gig, so it feels appropriate.

As does Tibbles also having a connection with Mattholomule over this human garbage they’re intentionally misrepresenting, which… Jeez, does this provide a backdrop to Mattholomule usurping the HAS with fake human artifacts???? Huh. I guess Tibbles is a contributor to Gustholomule as well. He’s surprisingly connected but I guess that makes sense when this guy was supposed to be a lot more involved before Gus took his place, or rather Tibbles became Gus. It’s weird.

What’d really sell the connection is Gus having a pig palisman, but a chameleon is more relevant when it comes to the final canon. And what’d make things insane is if Gus and Tibbles look at their family trees and realize they stem from a common ancestor, the implicit Tibbles the First, as Tibbles being the Third indicates. Tibblet-Tibblie Grimm Hammer I looks just like the pitch bible… All of this could be the basis for Tibbles to turn around and explain why he was invited to Luz’s Quincenera years later.

#The Owl House #Gus Porter #Augustus Porter #The Owl House Tibbles #The Owl House Pilot #Meta #Parallels

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def-initely-soul · 1 year ago

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Burn The Witch {5}

pairing: yoongi x reader (f.)

genre: supernatural; angst; mystery; magical society AU; magicals!AU

rating: PG-15

warnings: violence; emotional abuse; blood; bullying; mentions of murder; mature language; sexual themes

words: 4.2k

summary:

or alternatively, not everything is always what it seems

previous part: {4}

It’s another few days before you move on with your plan.

It’s already weird enough to visit Xefoto’s only club on a Tuesday night, even more so when you and Yoongi aren’t even remotely dressed for the occasion.

This is the place Dean usually hangs around and strikes his “business deals”, so you’re bound to run into him here tonight. Eventually.

As to how you know this is Dean’s spot... well, that’s another story.

“Okay, it’s been more than an hour and a half and still no sign of this... “Dean” guy. Just say you wanted to take me out for a drink and be done with it!” Yoongi’s eyes are full of mirth, as he rests sideways at the bar.

You turn on your stool to face him. “I told you, he’s really discreet about these things, you can’t just expect him to barge in and start asking around if someone wants to cut a deal with him,” you explain, ignoring his teasing attempt, before your eyes scan the room for the millionth time. “We got to wait, make sure he’s up for a conversation.”

Yoongi’s chill demeanour dissipates, and he groans, leaning his upper body on the bar. “And how legit is this... werewolf guy?” he utters the word with great difficulty, and you can’t help but look at him disapprovingly.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those vampires that still believe in that “mortal enemies” bullshit...” Yoongi groans at the obvious disdain in your voice.

“Well, no but still... they’re werewolves,” he continues, though his voice contains significantly less confidence than before.

“So?” you raise an eyebrow.

“So, they’re beasts,” he shrugs his shoulders, turning his gaze away in what seems like an avoidance tactic, but you have none of it.

“Once a month,” you observe, and Yoongi rolls his eyes at your persistence to not drop the subject.

“Still, they’re dangerous...”

“To whom? Humans? In that case we’re all dangerous to humans,” you retaliate, taking a sip from your drink, and Yoongi presses his lips in a thin line, clearly not having put that much thought to it before.

“Yes, but none of us loses control like werewolves do. You must admit, a werewolf out of control isn’t just dangerous to humans but to magicals too...” he casts a glance your way, certain that would be the thing that makes you reconsider but you shake your head.

“Are you telling me that when a vampire goes into bloodlust he’s not as dangerous and catastrophic to humans and magicals?” you answer back defiantly and Yoongi groans tiredly.

“Oh, come on that’s different... A vampire going into bloodlust isn’t happening every month...” he explains, rubbing the base of his taut neck and you have to remind yourself to redirect your gaze.

“No, it may not, but it’s effects are just as severe, or worse, than a werewolf transforming. Plus, werewolves know their transformation is coming so they take the appropriate measures each full moon, to not harm anyone. Can you say the same for vampires going into bloodlust?” you reply calmly and when his eyes widen, you know you have him.

“I... No, I can’t, but still, it’s not the same...” he struggles to justify his reasoning but even in his ears, his retaliation is weak.

“Why? Because one doesn’t get a say in their transformation while the other feeds on human blood to survive? That analogy isn’t doing your species any justice now, is it?” this time your words leave him shocked and confused, failing to give you an answer.

Something finally shifts in his gaze, and you wonder if you managed to at least make him see things from a different point of view.

Yoongi swallows, still taken aback before he turns to face the bar and takes a sip from his drink. You watch with mild interest as he seems to ponder over your words, eyebrows knitted together, surely struggling to digest something himself mustn’t have thought of before.

“I...” he begins, his eyes stuck at the bottom of his glass, “I guess I’ve never thought about it like that... Wow, I sound like a douchebag,” he chuckles in disbelief at the end, his voice lowered in contemplation and almost shame. You didn’t expect him to change his mind immediately of course, but the fact that he even accepted your words for what they are, says an awful lot about his character. People tend to deny whatever doesn’t agree with their beliefs. He didn’t.

Which makes you want to know more about him. As if you didn’t already.

“You do...” you agree calmly, and he looks at you stunned for a moment. Before he sighs and turns to look at his drink with barely concealed disappointment.

“But” you startle him once more, and his eyes find you again, black hair falling just above his eyes, framing them in a soft, innocent kind of way, “You’re aware about it. Which is the most I can say about other people, so that’s a start. It’s not even close to doing better but at least now you have a starting point. And you can do something about it.”

Your words seem to shake something in him, and he hums in understanding. A soft, sheepish smile takes over his lips, showing his gratitude in a simple, discreet way.

And then his smile turns into a teasing smirk. “You should be a professional life coach, that speech was very Tedtalk of you,” he teases with glinting eyes. You find yourself smiling at him, even though your groan.

“I’m never saying anything to you, ever again...” you grumble, returning to your drink.

Yoongi does the same. “Good luck with that...” he winks at you, and a groan breaks free from you throat just as your heart misses a beat.

“Ugh, as soon as Dean arrives, I’m out of here.”

“Isn’t he treating you right, doll?”

The voice sounds right next to your ear, and you jump around.

Only to see the man you came here looking for, staring at you with interest and a sinful smirk to match.

Damn, you forgot how hot he was.

Still, Dean’s arrival doesn’t faze you. Not like it does Yoongi (who almost spits out his drink from the heaviness of the newcomer’s voice). Instead, you look at the werewolf boy who looks like he enjoys what’s in front of him a little too much.

“I’ll take care of you and maybe I’ll teach handsome here a thing or two if he’d like. I’m feeling naughty tonight...” Dean’s eyes are soon upon Yoongi, drinking him in with appreciation, as one would look at a painting. Or dessert.

Then he winks at him with all the confidence in the world and Yoongi sputters something that sound like he’s swearing.

Although you’re sure his ears are turning red.

“Actually, we’re here for something else-” you get interrupted by Dean, leaning over you. His face hovers above yours and one strand of hair falls across his forehead.

“And here I thought you were back for seconds...” he whispers lowly, the timbre of his voice cascading down your spine, reminding you of things which are not appropriate for this particular conversation.

You catch Yoongi faltering with the corner of your eye. But you don’t have your wits gathered to comment on his behaviour, too preoccupied with the man staring at you like he stared at Yoongi a moment earlier.

You swallow the lump in your throat, ignoring his flaming eyes, trying to focus on the issue at hand. Yoongi keeps looking at you with caution, true to his promise of letting you do the talking, as his finger taps against his drink.

“Nope. Not here for that...” you repeat, as if trying to convince yourself as well. You shake your head, trying to escape your sudden stupor and level Dean with a serious gaze.

The werewolf boy raises an eyebrow. “None of you?”

Yoongi coughs loudly and you put your question of it aside, to give Dean a negative shake of your head.

He sighs dramatically as he drops his body against the bar, leisurely staring up at the ceiling. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to entertain myself differently... So, what’s it you’re really here for...?” he comments as he beckons the bartender over.

Yoongi’s scrutinizing eyes keep following the other man, as he finishes the last of his drink.

“We’re here because-” you begin to answer, but Dean interrupts you when the bartender arrives.

“Ah, there you are. I’ll have a White Russian and- what were you drinking pretty boy?”

It takes you a minute to realise he’s talking at Yoongi. You belatedly turn your attention to the vampire boy on the other side of you and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes remain stuck forward.

Like if he stays still enough maybe Dean won’t see him.

“It’s on me...” the werewolf boy says instead, very much seeing Yoongi through half-lidded eyes. Yoongi dares cast him a glance, only to see Dean biting his lip appreciatively.

Yoongi grows redder than a bloody mary, returning his focus forward and you can’t help but feel curious.

“No response? Well, then...” Dean shrugs as the bartender walks away with his order.

You roll your eyes before attempting to, again, pick up his interest.

“We’re here because we need you to find something for us...” you announce with a steady voice, and Dean looks at you. He looks somewhat bored now that he’s come to term with not having any of the two of you on his bed at the end of the night.

“Doesn’t anyone, love?” he replies impassively, as his eyes wonder the now almost-full bar. But it seems his nonchalance has struck a chord in Yoongi’s demeanour. With a tired sigh, the vampire boy turns to at last talk to Dean.

“We’re not talking about your “relaxing substances”. What we’re looking for is something a bit more arcane, and basically “forbidden” in this shitty town,” Yoongi hisses, his irritation palpable in the atmosphere and Dean raises an eyebrow at his sudden outburst.

“Ah, so he speaks...” he comments dryly just as his drink arrives. Yoongi blinks before shaking his head and resuming his previous position, trying to appear as relaxed and calm as possible.

Dean stares at him for another moment before, “Okay, I admit, you’ve piqued my interest. So, what is that “forbidden by Xefoto’s standards” thing you’re looking for?”. Then he takes a sip from his drink.

“A book,” you reply instantly.

Dean’s gaze meets your own this time. “I’m assuming it cannot be found in the public library...”

You shake your head, and he sighs.

“What kind of book are we talking about?” He inquiries.

“A witch’s book,” you say, and he chuckles almost immediately.

“Figured that much. What kind of a witch’s book?”

What kind? There’s a lot?!

Of course, there’s a lot! You can’t expect a witch to go around her life with only one book!

“I...” you mumble, clearly unprepared for that type of question. The truth is you don’t know the answer. You never knew there were more than one book, so whatever you say now is bound to be wrong.

Shame creeps up again, crawling up your spine. What kind of witch are you, not knowing there is more than one book?!

“The apprentice’s guide.”

Shock floods you and you turn at Yoongi, who’s just risen from his stool to look at Dean again. Dean honestly looks like his favourite dessert just arrived.

You release a heavy breath, thankful that at least Yoongi knew what you were looking for. Though now it seems the two boys are locked into a starring match.

Dean looks at Yoongi as if he’s ready to devour him, all heavy-lidded eyes and promising grins and you have to remind yourself to stay focused.

Yoongi on the other hand looks at Dean with the air of calm confidence you’ve learned to pick up whenever he means business. His gaze is made of steel, staring at the werewolf boy perfectly still, willing him to challenge him just to see how far he can go.

“Alright,” Dean replies after a while, setting his drink on the counter. “I’ll see what I can do...”

Your eyes light up, and you jump out of your stool. “Really?”

Dean sighs dramatically. “A deal’s a deal. I assume you’re prepared for the financial compensation...” he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow.

You swallow your nervousness but nod either way. Truth is this will put a dump in your savings but it’s nothing they can’t handle.

Dean hums, satisfied. “Alright. I’m gonna do my research, but you should expect it somewhere in the next two weeks.”

“Great, thank you for helping,” Yoongi says, getting out of his stool to stand next to you. He levels his eyes with Dean in what seems to you only as a silent threat.

Dean regards this only with a knowing smile. “I never back out of an interesting deal. Although...” he pauses to once again check out both of you. “My other offer still stands...” he continues as he leans over you once more.

“I wouldn’t mind repeating that night sweetheart. Great things shouldn’t be done only once...” his eyes fall to your lips, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. His words wake up memories from this very bar from a year ago with stunning detail.

Your cheeks redden, your pulse quickens and you’re pretty sure you feel something between your legs. As if merely his voice managed to remind you of the feeling his hands left on your skin.

A cough brings you back to reality and you look towards the noise. Only to see Yoongi covering his mouth with his fist and looking over the crowd.

Dean, of course, doesn’t miss the sound, the same lustful intention hiding in his eyes as he regards the vampire boy. “Of course, you’re invited as well pretty boy. We three would paint a stunning picture...”

You want the ground to swallow you whole, trying to think of anything other than what Dean is insinuating. “We’re good, thank you,” you reply swiftly, trying to push a very stunned Yoongi backwards toward the exit.

Dean’s smirk only grows at both of your flustered reactions. Then he raises his drink in a departing salute.

And with that mental image in your head, you leave the bar.

As you make your way back to “Selkie’s Place” for a rundown of your visit and a much-needed breather, you can’t help but think of how Yoongi reacted to Dean’s shameless behaviour. One might say the vampire boy wasn’t just angry at his advances.

You can’t help but feel curious.

You steal a look at his pensive figure, his eyes stuck at the road in front of him, just as the bar comes into view.

“So...” you begin cautiously, causing Yoongi’s eyes to meet your own. “What do you think?”

Yoongi takes in your question before, “He seemed legit. Willing to help and pretty cooperative,” he recounts in thought. “But I wouldn’t put it past him to go back on his word. We should tread lightly,” he finishes just as you pass the front gate.

“Uh huh...” you nod dubiously, “but that’s not really what I’m asking about...” you reply calmly, opening the door to the pub. You try to tread the subject lightly, not really sure if Yoongi is up for that conversation with you.

Yoongi stills for a second, eyes wide before, “then what are you asking about?”. His words are cautious but that same glint of mischievousness you’re used to, rises up from his voice.

A wave of relief washes over you quickly, before you roll your eyes playfully. “Come on, you grew redder than a tomato back there...”

“Was it that noticeable?” he muses as you reach the bar stools.

“I’d say...” you climb up the seat, while waiting for his reply but it never comes. He has fallen silent, and you dare take a peek at him.

He’s staring at his joined hands at the top of the counter, dark hair falling at the sides of his face and while he looks like a painting sitting like this, you realize your question must have put him in a tough spot after all.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...” your voice is soft, remorse evident in it as Yoongi finally turns to look at you, lost in thought.

But then he shakes his head, smiling earnestly at you. “No, you didn’t, I just...” he stops, as if recollecting whatever he was about to say to mull it over. You patiently wait, letting him say whatever he wants, in his own pace.

“I’m... bi,” he responds finally, eyes cautiously searching for your reaction.

Even though you suspected as much, the words still startle you. It’s another thing to believe that something is true and another thing to know it is.

Yoongi’s eyes still look wary of you, and you realise you must have shown no reaction at all.

You smile immediately, wanting to put him at ease. Revealing something like that is never easy. You should know.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say softly, and Yoongi’s shoulders visibly relax. A breathless chuckle escapes him.

He nods at you with a small smile, but his gaze turns curious, almost... expectant.

But you say nothing as you turn to wave at Mona, coming from the kitchen.

A moment passes where Yoongi is silent, and you refuse to look at whatever expression might be on his face.

Instead, he clears his throat, getting rid of the sudden awkwardness. “So, about that book...”

You almost sag down in relief. “What about it?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Have you really never seen one before?”

You blink, unsure of how to answer. “I...” you begin, taken aback, before you sigh. “No... I mean my mom had one of her own when she was younger, but I’ve never seen it....”

Yoongi frowns. “Is it not around your home?”

You shake your head. “She only needed it when she was still learning, at her childhood home. She didn’t have any use for it when she got older. She already knew everything by heart...”

Like all the times she used to practice spells back at home. Of simple ones and hexes to get through every day's chores, or just cute rhymes to make your toys float, simply because you asked her to.

A bittersweet smile takes over your lips. Until you remember of the boy sitting next to you and you shake the memories away.

Yoongi still looks at you intently. His eyes give away nothing of what he’s thinking but for some reason you feel... assured. Understood. Not a peck of judgement or pity resides in his eyes, and you know you can allow yourself to feel safe around him.

You take a breath, willing yourself to get back on track. “Anyways, since you’ve seen one before, I bet it won’t take us long to find the spell now, will it?” you joke, and Yoongi gives you half a chuckle that instantly chases away your melancholy.

But as an impromptu smile almost takes over your lips, a tall figure stumbles into the bar and your eyes go wide. You’d know this clumsiness with feet everywhere.

Namjoon’s wide shoulders bump into someone and as he turns to apologize, you quickly redirect your gaze to Yoongi.

It takes a second to register he was about to tease you back, but when he meets your gaze, he realizes something is wrong.

All you can think right now is that you don’t want Namjoon tangled in all this mess. You can’t have your friend dragged into all this, no matter how much he wants to help.

So, you signal Yoongi to stop talking before Namjoon overhears anything he isn’t supposed to. Cause if he does, there’s no stopping him in helping you.

Yoongi’s mouth shuts immediately. His eyebrows scrunch in and his gaze turns to whoever your frantic smile is directed at, as said stranger approaches your company.

“Heyyy, what’s up guys?” Namjoon steps up to the two of you with his signature smile, although it’s not often you see it come out so forced. You haven’t told him anything about Yoongi, so you guess his reaction is kind of warranted.

“Hi! We were just...” you start though all possible excuses evade you and you’re left staring at your friend like a deer in headlights.

“We were partnered for a project in the “interspecies rights” lectures,” comes Yoongi answer to once again save you from embarrassment. You are thankful for his lie, but you can’t help but wonder how he knows you’re enrolled in those classes.

Namjoon turns to you. He doesn’t look convinced.

He sighs.

“Ah, I see. Well, good luck, I hear Professor Argenal is tough as nails...” he replies as he takes a seat next to Yoongi, the picture of nonchalance.

You can tell though he doesn’t believe you, not really. He’s just letting it go for the time being.

“I’m Namjoon by the way,” he gives out his hand to the vampire boy, who takes it warmly and introduces himself.

“So, I didn’t know you guys hang out here!” the elf boy tries at a conversation opening and your nerves ease for the second time tonight.

“Ah yeah, we figured it’d be easier with Y/N working, and it’s a pretty good space for studying it seems,” Yoongi replies calmly and Namjoon nods.

“What about the campus’s library?” he inquiries.

Yoongi startles at that, and instinctively his gaze turns to you. “I...” he begins, at loss of words.

Why haven’t you visited the library? Ah, yeah, cause Yoongi thought it wiser to remain as under the radar as possible.

You know the sane reaction to this question would be to try and find a reasonable enough excuse of why you can’t go to the library. But truth be told, it seems his attitude towards you two being seen together, bothers you more than you once thought.

So, you cannot help the heated words escaping your mouth.

“Too crowded to work,” you reply, when you see Mona beckoning you over and you stand up to go to her. “People might actually see us.”

You only catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s bewildered gaze, before you leave the two boys alone.

Yoongi watches you go to Mona with perplexity. He took your words for the jab that they were, but he couldn’t understand what the jab was about.

“Uh, did you know what that was about?” he turns to Namjoon.

The blond man looks at him warily before he sighs. “How much do you know about Y/N?”

“Mostly what everyone does, with the small difference of actually knowing she’s innocent,” Yoongi replies quickly, somehow offended by Namjoon’s inquiry.

A tired sigh escapes Namjoon. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you or whatever. All I wanted to know is how comfortable you are with one another.”

“Oh...” Yoongi deflates. “Sorry...”

Namjoon shakes his apology off. “It’s alright. So, you already know she grew up mostly alone, with basically no friends, right?” The elf boy questions him kindly and Yoongi nods.

“So, you should also be aware of the fact she doesn’t trust people easily. Hell, when we first started hanging out, she constantly tried to bail on me. She thought I was pulling a prank on her or something...”

Yoongi frowns at the thought of a young you, being so hurt you couldn’t believe someone wanted to be friends. “Okay...?”

“What I’m saying is...” Namjoon stops to rethink his words. He turns his focus completely on Yoongi before he speaks again. “I don’t know what it is you’re really doing, and I won’t ask since it’s clear she doesn’t want me to know. But what I’m getting is you don’t want to be seen on campus together?”

Yoongi nods.

“Why is that?” comes Namjoon’s curious question and Yoongi bites his tongue. If he tells him why, then he’ll have to tell him about helping you. And for some strange reason you don’t want that. So, he keeps his mouth shut.

Namjoon exhales once more. “You can’t talk about that either, huh?”. He stops for a second to recollect his thoughts. Yoongi has an inkling the boy tends to do that a lot whenever its concerning Y/N.

The elf boy finally takes a deep breath and sits up straight.

“Your reluctance to be seen together on campus could make her think you’re ashamed to be seen with her at all.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “What?! That’s definitely not it and she knows that!”

Namjoon’s somber eyes meet the vampire boy. “I didn’t say it makes sense. I’m just telling you what might be going on.”

Yoongi falls silent after that. It never even crossed his mind you’d perceive it as such. He thought it was a pretty smart decision on his part to avoid raising suspicion. But now after everything Namjoon told him, he knows he has to do something about it.

He doesn’t want you thinking he’s ashamed of you. Something inside irks him at the thought.

His eyes find you across the room, talking to Mona about something and already he tries to think of ways to make it up to you.

“Why are you telling me this?” Yoongi asks Namjoon, his eyes still on you.

“Cause she’s my friend. And I want her to be happy,” Namjoon admits as his gaze follows Yoongi’s.

And Yoongi can’t help but agree with his words.

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idkanymark · 24 days ago

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[ A Swan's First Love]

renjun x f!reader | ballet core | renjun x f!ballerina

INTRO: Being a ballerina has always been your dream, but lately, the pressures and struggles have made you question everything. They say a ballerina dies twice: the first is when they stop dancing, and it’s the most painful of all. As doubt clouds your passion, your dance partner, Renjun, becomes your unexpected anchor. Through his quiet support, he helps you rediscover your love for ballet—and perhaps sparks something even deeper. With him, you begin to believe that love, whether for dance or another, doesn’t have to break you.

wc. Around 6k

warnings. ed mentioned

Lowkey inspired by: Black Swan by BTS

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The ballet studio echoed with the rhythmic slap of feet against polished wood, each sound a reminder of your failure. The faint scent of floor polish lingered in the air, mingling with the bitterness of sweat and the suffocating tension that hung heavy in the room. You stood in the center, chest tight, your breath shallow, your body aching from the relentless demands of the art form.

“Again!” Madame Kim’s voice cracked through the space like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.

You flinched.

“You’re too stiff” the instructor barked, her tone brimming with disdain. “The grace, the fluidity—where is it, Y/N? You’re dancing like a machine, not a swan. If you can’t find it within yourself, you might as well leave.”

A flush of heat rushed to your cheeks. Embarrassment warred with frustration, knotting your insides. You wanted to say something—anything—to defend yourself, but your tongue felt heavy. Words didn’t come. Instead, your gaze dropped to your reflection in the floor-length mirrors lining the studio.

There you were: a dancer whose movements were stiff and disconnected, a far cry from the effortless beauty expected of her. Ballet had once been your sanctuary, your identity, but now it felt like a prison. Every failed pirouette, every misstep, every sharp critique chipped away at the joy you once felt, leaving behind an empty shell of what you used to be.

The arch of your pointe shoes caught your eye—a picture of perfection, the embodiment of all you were supposed to be. Yet the polished elegance of the satin mocked you. It reminded you of the dancer you used to be: hopeful, graceful, unyielding in her passion. That version of yourself felt like a stranger now.

Madame Kim’s voice rang out again, dragging you away from your thoughts. “Again. Do it again. And this time, try to remember what it means to be a swan.”

The words were like salt in an open wound. A swan? You couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be free, let alone graceful. There was no lightness in your limbs, no fluidity in your movements. Every tendu, every plié, every leap felt like a battle against your own body.

Your classmates shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting toward you and then away, as if you humiliation might be contagious.

You swallowed hard and forced your body into motion once more. You extended your arms, raised your chin, and tried to channel the image of a swan gliding across a lake. But instead of feeling weightless, you felt heavy.

Instead of beauty, there was only strain.

Your feet moved, your arms curved, but the magic wasn’t there. It hadn’t been for weeks.

You caught Renjun’s gaze from across the room. He stood near the barre, his posture perfect, his every movement precise and full of life. His expression was unreadable, but you imagined the judgment in his eyes, the pity. You hated the idea that he—or anyone—might see you like this.

That they might see you as you see yourself

“Stop!” Madame Kim’s voice sliced through the air, the music halting abruptly. “That’s enough for today, Y/N”

You chest heaved as you fought to hold back tears. You nodded curtly, your throat too tight to speak, and retreated to the corner of the studio.

The others resumed their practice, but you could only sit, your hands trembling as they rested on your lap. You stared at your reflection once more, wondering how you had lost so much of yourself —and if you would ever find it again.

The studio was empty now, save for the faint creaks of the wooden floor as you paced back and forth. The mirrors reflected a ghostly version of yourself—disheveled hair, reddened cheeks, and shoulders slumped under the weight of your failures. You stopped in the center of the room, you fingers brushing against the soft fabric of your practice skirt.

Your body ached in protest, muscles tight and unforgiving after hours of repetition. You closed your eyes, willing to find solace in the quiet, but the silence felt oppressive. The faint hum of the overhead lights buzzed in your ears, and the scent of floor polish clung to you like an unwelcome reminder of where you were.

You sank to the floor, your legs stretched out before your toes instinctively pointing—a habit so ingrained it felt like second nature. Your gaze drifted to your worn pointe shoes. The once-pristine satin was scuffed and stained, the ribbons frayed from countless rehearsals. You reached for one, turning it over in your hands. The shoe felt foreign now, like it belonged to someone else.

When had ballet stopped feeling like home?

You leaned your head back against the mirrored wall, staring at the ceiling. Memories flooded your mind—of your first dance class, of the thrill of landing your first solo, of the applause that once filled you with pride. But those moments felt so far away now, like fragments of a life you could barely remember.

You thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last. Maybe the voices in your head were saying the truth. Maybe you aren’t meant for this anymore. The idea of quitting made your stomach churn, but wasn’t it worse to keep going like this? To keep fighting for something that no longer felt like yours?

You hugged your knees to your chest, resting your forehead against them.

Don’t cry

You don't have the right to cry

The sound of the door creaking open startled you, there he was, Renjun was standing in the doorway, his bag slung over one shoulder.

“You’re still here” he said, his voice soft but steady.

You turned away, pretending to adjust you shoe. “Couldn’t leave just yet”

Renjun stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. His footsteps echoed as he crossed the studio, stopping a few feet away from you. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, simply looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“You okay?” he asked.

You hesitated, unsure why he cared. You weren’t close—just partners in the dance.

“I’m fine” you lied

Renjun crouched down to your level, his head tilting slightly as he studied you “You don’t look fine.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the gentle concern in his tone. It wasn’t pity—it was something else.

Understanding, maybe.

“It’s just been a rough day” you admitted finally.

Renjun nodded, leaning against the wall, , his gaze never leaving you “I get that. It happens to everyone. Even me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You? I doubt that.”

He smiled faintly. “You’d be surprised”

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A week after the disastrous rehearsal, you walked into the studio, your stomach already knotted with dread. You were late, not much but enough to feel the sting of Madame Kim’s disapproving glare.

“Ah, Y/N. How kind of you to join us” she said with a raised eyebrow. “Since you’ve graced us with your presence, let’s see if you’ve managed to redeem yourself. Renjun, step forward. You’ll work on the duet section together.”

The words sent a chill down your spine. You weren’t ready—not for the duet, not for the scrutiny. And definitely not for Renjun.

“Now?I haven’t warmed up yet and…”

“Yes, now” Madame Kim’s tone left no room for argument. She clapped her hands sharply. “I want to see chemistry, emotion—something real”

Renjun, who had been warming up near the barre, straightened and nodded. He walked toward you with the quiet confidence that seemed to come so naturally to him. You avoided his gaze as you moved to the center of the studio, your heart hammering in your chest.

The music began, the opening strains of the dance filling the air. You counted the beats in your head, body moving mechanically into position. You extended your arms, tried to hold the curve of your back, but nothing about it felt right.

Renjun stepped closer, offering his hand for the lift. You hesitated for a fraction too long, and the timing was thrown off. The lift barely happened—your feet left the floor for only a second before you dropped back down, off-balance.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Madame Kim barked, clapping her hands sharply. The music cut out. “Y/N, what are you doing? The audience will not tolerate hesitation. You need to trust your partner.”

Humiliated, that’s how you felt

You glanced at Renjun, expecting frustration or impatience, but his expression remained unreadable.

“Again” Madame Kim ordered.

The second attempt wasn’t much better. Neither was the third. Madame Kim’s sighs of exasperation grew louder with each failure until she finally waved her hand dismissively. “That’s enough. Fix this mess on your own time” she snapped. “We can’t waste the company’s rehearsal on this nonsense.”

As she turned her attention to the rest of the group, you wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor.

What if she replace you with someone else? That can't happen. You need to keep the role and perform.

"You're overthinking it" Renjun said softly, breaking the tense silence.

You blinked, surprised by his calm tone. “Excuse me?”

“The lift” he said, his voice still quiet but firm. “You’re trying too hard to control it. You need to trust me. Let go a little.”

You folded your arms defensively. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have Madame Kim breathing down your neck every second.”

Renjun tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You think she doesn’t criticize me?”

You hesitated, frustration ebbing slightly. “You don’t look like you struggle.”

His lips curved into a faint smile. “That’s because you only see the finished product, not the hours I spend fixing my mistakes. I let you see what I want you to see Y/N”

He gestured toward the door of the studio. “Come on. Let’s try again without her watching.”

Reluctantly, you followed him into an empty studio.

“Before we try the lift again, let’s do something else” Renjun said

“Something else?” You frowned. “We’re supposed to be rehearsing the choreography”

“And we will” he said. “But first, we need to loosen up.”

To your surprise, Renjun pulled out his phone and scrolled through it for a moment before a pop song started playing from the small speaker. The upbeat rhythm was a stark contrast to the dramatic elegance of ballet.

You stared at him. “You’re kidding”

“Not at all.” Renjun set his phone on the floor and stepped back. “Sometimes, you need to stop thinking so much and just move. No choreography. No rules. Just dance.”

You hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Come on” he said, his voice light but insistent. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Against your better judgment, You gave in. Your steps awkward and hesitant at first but as the music swelled, something shifted. The freedom of moving without structure, without fear of judgment, felt exhilarating. You glanced at Renjun and saw him smiling—not the polite, distant smile he usually wore, but something warm and genuine.

By the time the song ended, you both were laughing.

“See?” Renjun said, slightly out of breath. “You’re not a machine. You just forgot how to feel the music.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “That’s not going to help with the duet.”

“Maybe not directly,” he admitted, “but it’s a start. Let’s try the lift again.”

And he was right.

When you returned to the center of the room, something had changed. The tension in your body was gone, replaced by a quiet confidence. As Renjun extended his hand, you took it without hesitation. This time, the lift was seamless, their movements fluid and synchronized.

When they landed, your chest swelled with relief and something close to pride.

Renjun grinned. “Told you.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance in the gesture. “Okay, fine. Maybe you have a point.”

You practiced for another hour, each lift and turn becoming smoother, more natural. By the end of the session, you realised it wasn’t just an improvement but maybe the beginning of enjoying dancing again.

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It started with quiet conversations after rehearsals. At first, the exchanges were brief—small acknowledgments of your work together or comments about the routine. But as the weeks passed, the silences grew less daunting, and the words came easier.

One evening, after an especially grueling practice, you and Renjun sat on the floor of the empty studio, your backs against the mirrored wall. Your bodies were sore, breaths uneven, but there was a quiet comfort in sharing the space.

“Do you ever feel like you’re fighting against your own body?” you asked, voice soft but carrying the weight of exhaustion.

Renjun glanced at you, surprised by the vulnerability tone. “All the time” he admitted. “People think dancers are perfect machines, but we’re not. Half the time, I feel like my body’s betraying me.”

You let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Right? Like... it doesn’t matter how much I train or how carefully I eat. I always feel like I’m falling short.”

Renjun hesitated, then asked gently “Carefully?”

You nodded, your gaze fixed on your knees. “You know. Counting calories, avoiding carbs. Madame Kim’s made comments before about... you know.”

Renjun’s expression darkened slightly. “Yeah, I’ve heard those comments.” His jaw tightened as he looked at the floor. “They expect us to look like swans on stage but don’t care if it’s breaking us to stay that way.”

You turned to him, your chest tightening at the empathy in his voice. “Do you ever... struggle with it?”

Renjun leaned his head back against the mirror, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah. Especially when I first started training seriously. I’d skip meals, push myself too hard. There was one time I nearly passed out in rehearsal. That’s when I realized it wasn’t sustainable, and I decided to change companies. Coming here, to Dream Ballet Academy, was the best choice I made.”

She frowned, guilt washing over her. “Renjun...”

He gave you a small, wry smile. “It’s better now. I’ve learned to listen to my body more, to stop when I need to. But it’s still hard. The pressure never really goes away.”

You nodded, your throat tight. “I get that. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth it. If all this... pain is worth it for a few minutes on stage.”

Renjun turned to face you, his gaze steady. “It is” he said firmly. “But only if you’re doing it for you. Not for Madame Kim, or the audience, or anyone else. Just you.”

His words struck something deep and for the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of clarity.

“I’m sorry for what I said back then” you whispered. “I do know that you struggle... I just—”

“I know” Renjun interrupted softly. “I saw myself in you that day.”

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Things began to shift after that night. Rehearsals were better. Renjun had a way of grounding you, reminding you to breathe when you became too caught up in your head.

But the road was far from smooth.

During a run-through of the duet, your foot slipped during a turn. You stumbled, the familiar sharp pull of gravity twisting your ankle as you fell. Pain shot through your leg, sharp and immediate.

Renjun was at your side in an instant. “Are you okay?”

You winced, shaking your head. “I... I think I twisted it.”

Madame Kim appeared, her expression stern but tinged with concern. “That’s enough for today. Renjun, help her to the bench.”

Renjun wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting you as you limped to the side of the studio. Once you were seated, he crouched in front of you, carefully unlacing your shoe.

“This might hurt” he warned before pressing his fingers gently around the swelling.

You hissed, biting her lip. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

Renjun glanced up, his expression serious. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”

Your defenses faltered at the softness in his voice. “It’s just... I can’t afford to mess this up. If I don’t get this right, Madame Kim will replace me. And if I’m not dancing, then what’s the point?”

Renjun shook his head, his hand still resting on your ankle. “The point is taking care of yourself. You can’t dance if you’re hurt.”

Tears prickled your eyes, but you blinked them away. “I just feel like... no matter what I do, it’s never enough. I’m never enough.”

Renjun reached out, his hand resting lightly on yours. “You’re more than enough, Y/N. You’re stronger than you think.”

You looked at him, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, the world outside the studio faded away, leaving only the warmth of his gaze and the quiet reassurance in his touch.

That evening, after Renjun left, you sat alone in the studio, your ankle wrapped and elevated. Your reflection stared back at you—worn and tired but resolute.

You stood slowly, favoring your uninjured foot, and moved to the center of the room. Ignoring the pain, you lifted your arms into fifth position, feeling the music in your mind, and started the sequence again.

It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t for Madame Kim. This time, it was for yourself.

And for the first time in awhile, it felt enough.

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Your friendship with Renjun deepened after that night. It wasn’t just about rehearsals anymore; it was about the time you spent together outside the studio. He introduced you to his favorite coffee shop, a cozy little place tucked away on a quiet street, where the scent of roasted beans filled the air. You sat there for hours, talking about everything and nothing.

You shared stories from your childhood—how you first fell in love with ballet, how you always danced around the house in your socks until your mother enrolled you in lessons. You spoke of struggles you’d never voiced aloud before, the pressures, the doubts, the fear that came with constantly trying to be perfect.

Renjun listened with a quiet attentiveness, as though every word you spoke mattered. And for the first time in a long while, you felt seen—truly seen—not by the audience who watched you perform, but by someone who understood the depth of what it meant to live this life.

One afternoon, as you walked together through the park, the sun warming your skin, Renjun nudged you playfully. “Do you ever stop thinking about ballet?”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Not really,” you said with a sigh. “It’s hard to, when it feels like my entire life revolves around it.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you with a contemplative look. “Maybe that’s the problem” he said softly.

You furrowed your brows, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

He met your gaze, his expression thoughtful yet kind. “Ballet is important, sure. But it’s not everything. You’re more than just a dancer, Y/N. And if you forget that, you’ll lose the part of yourself that makes you… well, you.”

His words hung in the air, the weight of them settling in your chest. You didn’t respond right away, the thought swirling in your mind as you walked in silence for a while longer. Renjun didn’t push you to speak, just stayed at your side, letting the quiet moments stretch between you.

That night, as you lay in bed, his words echoed in your mind: You’re more than just a dancer. You weren’t sure if you truly believed it yet, but for the first time, you felt a small flicker of hope that maybe he was right.

Over the next few weeks, the change was subtle at first. You found yourself laughing more—truly laughing—not just in the studio but outside of it too. You let yourself enjoy small moments without guilt. You went to the park and sat under the trees, watching the world go by instead of obsessing over the next rehearsal. You let your shoulders drop, the constant tension beginning to ease.

Renjun was there through it all—steady, kind, and unwavering. Every time you felt like slipping back into old habits, he was there to remind you that it was okay to take a step back. He never pushed you, just offered a hand when you needed it.

One evening, after another grueling practice, the two of you sat together on the studio floor, your muscles sore but your heart lighter than it had been in ages. The room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of traffic outside. You turned to Renjun, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the physical exhaustion you felt.

“You know,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence, “you’re kind of amazing”

Renjun raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curling at his lips. “Kind of?”

You nudged him lightly, your smile growing. “Okay, maybe more than kind of”

For a moment, the air between you shifted. The playful banter faded into something deeper, something unspoken. His gaze softened, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

Renjun didn’t look away. Instead, he leaned in just slightly, his voice lowering to a whisper. “You’re pretty amazing too”

Your heart started beating faster, the space between you feeling charged with something new, something that neither of you had dared to name yet. You stayed there for a moment, close but not quite touching, the weight of the words hanging between you.

It wasn’t a sudden shift, but rather a slow, careful building of trust, of understanding. Renjun’s words, his presence, were a steadying force in your life, one you hadn’t known you needed until now.

And as you sat there, with your heart racing and your thoughts tangled, you realized that, for the first time in a long while, you were exactly where you needed to be.

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The night of the Swan Lake premiere arrived, and the air was thick with anticipation.

Backstage, you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your costume, your heart racing. The usual anxiety clawed at your insides, but there was a strange calmness too. Renjun’s reassuring presence was like a steady hand on your back, guiding you through the storm of self-doubt.

“You got this” Renjun whispered, his voice calm but filled with an intensity that made you believe it. “We’ve practiced this. Just feel it. Let go.”

His words, simple as they were, wrapped around you like a protective shield. You nodded, taking a deep breath. For once, you weren’t alone in this.

When the curtain rose and the music began, you felt the magic of the moment. As you moved across the stage, your bodies syncing in perfect harmony, you felt a connection with Renjun that went beyond just the dance. It was as though every move you made was fueled by something deeper than mere technique—it was raw, real, and unspoken. You weren’t just performing; you were telling a story, your emotions intertwined in every step and lift.

The audience was silent, captivated by the beauty and intensity of your performance. Each lift, each spin was executed with flawless precision, but it was the emotion behind your movements that truly took the audience’s breath away. When you reached the final pose, suspended in mid-air for a fleeting moment, everything seemed to freeze. You held your breath, feeling the rush of the performance course through you.

As the music ended and the applause erupted, Renjun subtly squeezed your hand in a silent promise—a reminder that this was just the beginning. The moment you shared felt like something more than just a performance. It was a mutual understanding, a connection that neither of you had expected, but both had hoped for.

Later that evening, after the last of the applause had faded and the theater emptied out, you and Renjun found yourselves standing outside the stage door. The cool night air brushed against your skin, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the quiet hum of the city around them.

You turned to Renjun, your heart still racing—not from nerves, but from something deeper, something that had been building for a while. There was no crowd, no expectations, just the two of them, alone in the night.

Renjun looked at you, his eyes soft, but there was a weight to his gaze. “Y/N, I’ve been meaning to say something.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”

He hesitated, then took a small step closer. “I’ve watched you go through so much. The pressure, the struggle, the pain… but you’re still here, still fighting. I admire that. And somewhere along the way, I’ve… I’ve started to feel something more than admiration.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but it wasn’t this. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him, his words settling in your chest like a warm ache.

“I…” you took a breath, your words stumbling out. “I feel the same way, Renjun. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, you became… more than just a partner. You became someone I care about. A lot.”

Renjun’s face softened, a small smile playing on his lips. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that.”

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. His hand lingered by your face, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When he found none, he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, the kind that carried all the unspoken words you didn’t know how to say.

It was brief but perfect.

Renjun smiled at you, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”

You laughed softly, your cheeks warm. “You’re not so bad yourself”

He stepped back slightly, his hand slipping down to take yours, fingers interlocking effortlessly. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like everything you have been through had led to this. You squeezed his hand back, a quiet promise of your own.

Together, you walked into the night, side by side. The world felt different now. Not because the performance was over, but because you were no longer just two dancers on the same stage—you were two people who had found something in each other, something real, something worth holding on to.

As you walked, You couldn’t help but think about the future. Whatever came next, you knew you wouldn’t face it alone. Not anymore.

After a while, Renjun broke the silence, glancing at you with a teasing smile. “You’re unusually quiet. What are you thinking about?”

You smiled shyly, your fingers tightening slightly around his. “I was just thinking… You’re my first love, Renjun.”

Renjun stopped walking, looking at you in surprise before breaking into a laugh. “Don’t be a liar.”

“What?” You said, half laughing, half indignant. “It’s true! I’ve never dated anyone before.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “Your first love was ballet, Y/N.”

You blinked, about to argue, but his gentle smile stopped you. And as the words sank in, you realized he was right. Ballet had always been your first love—the thing that consumed your thoughts, your time, your heart. But now, there was something—or someone—else who shared that space.

And in that moment, as you continued walking hand in hand, you knew that this new chapter of your life was one you were ready to embrace.

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Stay Alive (46)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. It's been a minute y'all. I did start a new job though that allows me a lot of time to do some writing. Honestly I would've had this done Wednesday because I took a sick day but I left the papers I write my stories on at work which was a let down. BUT YOU HAVE IT NOW.

“What area are we in?” Moonbyul asked, looking around.

There were a total of four portal keys. You had taken one and hoped that it didn’t open out in the general area. The boys had forced the girls to go with you just in case things went south the moment you opened a door.

Luckily for your group, you were immediately welcomed by the sight of lockers and benches inside tiled floors. There were showers off to the side and towels placed in certain areas. You quickly knew where you had entered and cautiously glanced from side to side trying to find others looking around.

“It's the pool locker room. This is where Jimin stayed most of the time.” You answered, looking around trying to find something out of order.

Footsteps were heard coming out of the shower rooms. You all froze staring wide eyed at the person heading in your direction. When the man who had been taking his time to shower saw the large group of women all staring at him, he froze in his steps as well.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, hands frozen in his hair as he had been drying it with another towel.

“What are you all doing in here?” He suddenly frowned, looking at all of you appalled.

“Dongwook!” IU gasped, her lips pulling up into a large smile as she moved to the front of the group.

Dongwook’s breath got caught in his throat as he looked down at the swan maiden. His eyes were wide and his lips were open as he tried to comprehend that she was really in front of him.

“IU? But—How did he get you!? What are you doing here!?” He cried, dropping the towel in his hands to pull at the girl’s arms.

“Shhh! We don't want to get caught.” Wheein rushed forward, trying to get the man to calm down. “And put some clothes on!”

“Don't tell me to shush. And you're the one in the men's showers.” He speaks to her with an incredulous look.

You finally moved forward, catching the man’s attention as he realized who you were. “We've come to rescue all of you.”

“What?” He frowned.

“We've come from our home world. We're going to take you all back.” IU spoke up, giving him a kind smile.

You watched as Dongwook seemed to take some time to process what it was the woman was telling him. But the moment he got a hang of it, it was clear that he was feeling all kinds of emotions.

You could only begin to imagine how each and everyone of the patients might be feeling the moment they hear they are going back home. Anyone would be more than thrilled–more than appreciative to go back home. It was one thing to be gone from your home because you were doing something out of town but to be gone because someone forced you. In a different universe no less. Hearing the words that you were going back home was a miracle.

It made you smile thinking about your boys.

“Well damn, let me put on some clothes and I'll help you.” Dongwook quickly said, turning around to get his clothing.

“Age did him justice.” Solar nodded to the other valkyries who agreed with her.

“Where do we go from here?” IU asked, turning to you.

“We have to find where everyone else is and tell those close by that one of the doors is in here.” You began to explain. “Dongwook you try to lead as many as you can back here. The nurses won't suspect you. For now we'll try to gather as many as we can without suspicion.”

When they all gave you nods in understanding, you quickly began to move around the room, trying to find if anyone else was around the facility.

“What are you going to do?” Hwasa asked.

You stop, taking in a breath. It stuck with you what Taehyung had told you. You had no idea where they were–if they were still even out there–but you knew he would never be whole without them.

“Fearies are supposed to have wings.” You spoke up looking at them all. “I need to find Taehyung's wings.”

“Aren't they looking for you?” Wheein told you.

“I'll try to find a disguise. Don't worry about me. You try to get the others out as fast as you can.” You spoke softly, looking at them all expectantly.

Walking out into the pool hallway, you made your way to the girl’s locker room. You found it odd how there was a pair of hospital clothes in some draws but you figured it was for people to get new pairs. So you dress yourself up and hope for the best with all the other nurses.

There weren't really many people out in the hallways but you still continued with caution. Every patient that came across you would look at you wide eyed–surprised you were back. They tried to warn you the best they could about Hanseol looking for you and the boys, but you just explained to them why you were back.

They still looked at you oddly before tears would begin to fill their eyes. Some decided to help you while others were told to go to the locker room. They sent the children first, making sure each of them were safe.

You felt confident in the amount of people who were going through the doors–the boys having been keeping you up to date with how many they’ve been sending. Out of the 50 patients in the entire facility 37 have already made it through.

Just as you were turning a corner after sending an older woman on her way, alarms began to blare overhead, the commotion to make you feel unsettled.

You froze and looked wide eyed as nurses began to rush past. You stuck to the wall allowing the staff and security to rush by. They didn’t pay you any mind, seemingly doing their own thing as they began to open and close doors.

“(Y/N)! Who set off the alarm!?” Seokjin’s voice resounded through your head.

You felt something was off as the hall turned quiet aside from the alarms.

“Kyung knows we are here.” Hoseok's voice warned all of you.

“You have to go back with the others.”

Your eyes went wide at Namjoon’s command. “What about you?”

“We'll be fine. You have to be safe.”

“Namjoon—”

“Don't argue. Please, for our sake.” Yoongi spoke quietly.

You clenched your jaw, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to change their minds. But there was something stopping you from listening to what they had to say. You needed to find Taehyung’s wings somehow. At this point you knew they had to be here–it was something in your gut telling you they were.

“Jagiya.” Taehyung’s soft voice called for you.

His voice only strengthened your resolve. But you knew you would have to lie, if only just for a moment.

You sighed, looking down to the ground. “Okay.”

With the seven boys they all looked at each with grateful glances. They were glad to know you didn’t try arguing, however they didn’t know how far you were from the door. And if you were alone it only made things worse.

“You had the chance to stay at home and yet you all returned. I knew none of you would ever be able to leave behind everyone.”

They all stopped in their tracks and turned to find the man who had taken them all from their home 10 years ago. He looked mad, much more than normal. It seemed like he wasn’t well put together like he had always been. It seemed as though during their departure things had taken a downturn for the demon.

“Your ways end here, Hanseol. You've hurt enough people.” Namjoon glared, pushing forward in the group to stand in the front.

“I am not hurting anyone!” Hanseol screamed. “You'd be dead by now if it wasn't for my thinking and research! I am not the bad guy here. I am helping others.”

“You're helping humans.” Jin spat out.

“Oh, so now you hate them? What about your pretty little mate? Think I don't remember her?”

Each of them suddenly went ridged. Jin felt Taehyung suddenly grab onto his arm, scared that they were after (Y/N). Yoongi gave Namjoon a worried glance, but the leader only turned to Hobi who gave him a subtle nod to him that she was currently okay.

For now.

“Oh how easy human lives are to just break. That is why I am doing what I do. To give them a better future. Better chances of surviving.”

“At the risks of other creatures. None of them deserve what you did.” Jimin retorted.

“Did what? You were always the ones who offered themselves in their place. We hardly ever touched the others compared to you.”

“Enough of this stupid talk! All of you come back to the facility and I'll let bygones be bygones.”

“You're not okay, Hanseol.” Hobi called out.

“I am perfectly capable! If you won't come with me then I'll just take you!”

Before any of them could say anything else, Hanseol’s head suddenly turned to the side and a loud crack was heard. All seven of them gasped, taking a step back as the hands that were wrapped around the demon quickly let go of him.

As Bangtan looked up, their emotions spiked as they watched Kyong look down at Hanseol’s dead body.

“He doesn't understand when others are stronger than him. If someone was going to kill him it would be me.” The man spoke nonchalantly.

“Kyong.” Jungkook growled.

“Nice to see you all again. What a sweet reunion this is.” The man grinned devilishly. “I'm going to enjoy picking you all off.”

Kyong cracked his head, fingers twitching as his fingers turned a black from the magic that seemed to begin to seep out of him. Hoseok felt a shiver go down his spine, feeling something off with the man’s magic.

“It's seven against one. You really think yourself stronger?” Namjoon asked, lips pulled up in a snarl as he took a defensive stance.

“You've been stuck here for years. You hardly know an ounce of what I do. You could never try to stop me. Besides who is going to save your little mate.”

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