jimin scenario | cry me a galaxy

❝ In the emergency room on Christmas Eve, a celestial being comes to answer your whispered prayer ❞

You hate hospitals. The smell of disinfectant, the grim faces of families in waiting rooms, the silence that hangs in the corridors. For a place that’s meant to heal, there’s something damaging about the heavy atmosphere.

Today is the worst day to visit the emergency room, painfully aware that you shouldn’t be there - not on Christmas Eve evening. This time should be spent around a crackling fire, with a healthy and happy family, watching your favourite festive films and waiting for sleep to descend and the next day to dawn. Bad things shouldn’t happen on today of all days, not with all people proclaiming ‘joy to the world, and peace on earth’.

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Three Inches of Heaven [Pt. 1]

There had been no time to notice the passing of seasons in your old life.

You didn’t say old with spiritual meaning, not one of those “new year, new me” campaigns people propagated in their heads. Neither did you say old with the anticipation of a new—a second—life.

But it appeared that had been what you were given.

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jungkook scenario | aureate

❝ aureate: adjective. made of gold ❞

[First year]

Jungkook is aureate. Untouchable. A pure blood wizard with the heavy weight of a proud family history resting on his sculpted shoulders. He’s cut from topaz and quartz, dipped in milk and honey, smiling from his spot in perfect paradise.

Achieving high scores in class, held in high regard by all the professors, and his looks getting all the girls high, with tittering over his strong brows, bright eyes, and occasional bunny-toothed smile to remind them of his softer sides – it’s enough for you to decide that you hate him at the age of eleven. Fresh faced and fuming, you want him in his place. Not under the gaze of every girl, causing a flurry of capes and fluttering of eyelashes every time he passes by, but rather, away from the limelight, with his golden name tarnished.

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Beneath This Scar | M

↳ “Are you willing to stay by his side knowing what he truly is?”

To you, he was something you would have never known could actually exist.

He was as mysterious as they would come, holding his pencil in a way so elegant that you didn’t know was possible, the look of boredom sprouting through his features as he scrunched his nose in concentration; ears twitching while he tried to draw something perfect and pleasing to his eyes. You watched him sketch with such wonder in your irises, and even though you wondered how he could draw while ignoring the professor speak and try to teach his students about the basic wonders of the world — you hadn’t known that whilst watching the boy draw, you were also in a little world of your own and not paying attention yourself.

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the pistol star

contains: fluff, slight angst

word count: 6,856

a/n: hello, have a spoonful of my feelings and a dash of astronomy

Jeon Jungkook is undoubtedly the most complex of beings to have ever existed across the cosmos. With luminous, milky skin resembling the galaxy he resides in and gleaming blue eyes specked with stardust, he is most definitely the physical embodiment of timeless beauty. Jungkook is after all, guardian of the Pistol Star, a blue hyper-giant luminary that shone the brightest amongst the other lights in the night sky.

There is no greater duty than to be guardian to one of the greatest stars in the galaxy. It came with endless amounts of hard work and a near perfect record of task completions. The heavens had granted him with the abilities and intellect necessary to protect not only the massive star but also the Quintuplet cluster it belongs to. Needless to say, Jungkook has much to take care of.

So when he found himself weighed down by gravity on cool, wet blades of grass, and the inky curtain of the night stretching endlessly above him, Jungkook was confused beyond belief. He tried to move his limbs, sending as much energy as he could muster from the tips of his calloused and now muddied fingers to the very end of his bare feet, but to no avail. The only thing he registered before a blanket of darkness covered his eyes was a blurred figure clutching the back of his neck and the swirling and twirling of the stars that he was once amongst mocking him from above.

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Across The Multiverse, 3.

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♢ Between the Seams (1)

(( Time Travel AU ))  

(A/n): I’ve never been so excited to start a series in my life. I hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I had fun writing this! Heads up though, I have no idea how I’m gonna end this. Just get ready for a lot of emotional pain. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Expect lots of angst and smut, if I dare

Trigger Warnings: (For now) Strong language, very suggestive themes. 

Word Count: 4058

Description: ‘Travellers’ are a rarity in this world, and so are the two men you treasure the most; your best friend, Jeon Jungkook and boyfriend, Park Jimin. They are the constant in your life that you’re never ungrateful for and you’ve never felt happier with both of them always by your side. 

But everything as you know it changes entirely the day the universe decides to gift with you a nasty surprise, and for the first time in a long while, the future scares you. Your life gradually falls apart in front of your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do to keep it from crumbling away altogether.

Or is there?

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haunted.

1,137 words | angst, romance; none. ↳ ghost/living person au + min yoongi

a/n: this was created out of my desire for angst and listening to bon iver.

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Serendipity’s Symphony

Synopsis: Yoongi loves the world of music. He falls even harder when he finds that entire world within you, his muse.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader // soulmate au

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: just a little drabble i screamed about with @itsrainingmin and later yelped with @seoulscapes // it was originally supposed to be a series but i’m more on the fence with leaving this as is… yikes

Min Yoongi is hopelessly in love with the world of music. He lives for the melodious sound, charming harmony behind each track, and wholehearted lyrics that can draw back dilapidated sentiments and memories. He spends hours on end in his life easily creating songs in the confinement of his dim bedroom, which he gladly defines as his studio. The lyrics and rhythm flows to him effortlessly, countless notebooks filled with messy scribbles of random words. The rare times he steps into the open his fingers still tap to the silent tune that echoes over and over in his mind like a record player, head bobbing to it as he tries to draw lyrics to pair with the melody. Frankly, his inspiration never runs dry.

Well, he wishes it never does.

For the past five tiresome months, his inspiration has been dwindling, motivation to create music now dissipating at the seams. Yoongi has fallen into the horrible habit of starting his musical pieces the same way he finishes them; laying in the soft of his mattress with too much thought, wrinkled papers barely stained with his musical genius scattered among the surface.

Etched in his brain throughout those five months is the same chunk of a melody that he graciously plays on his piano with forbearance, hopes of the rest of his song soaring to him high — though it never does. His friends have grown worried about him, pondering how he can stay cooped up in such a small space for so long, only time he would willfully leave is for the restroom or a quick snack.

Two things constantly run through his mind; the refrain that lies fugacious, and the silly, tiny tattoo of a bass clef gracing the side of his left ring finger. When music is not on his mind, the titivating tattoo invades his thoughts because someone, somewhere has the treble clef at the exact same spot to indicate the matching mark of soulmates.

And the sublime element of music is the only clue he has of his destined lover.

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seven of hearts; chapter I

Jungkook series | moodboard

♠️ genre: angst, fluff

♥️ word count: 8.856

♣️ warnings: mentions of blood and violance; litteraly just one swear word (if you find more, let me know); i think there’s a mention of sex somewhere in there (not between the characters, just in general).

♦️ a/n: just a universe i came up with. modern-ish royal-ish!AU. please, enjoy!

You always wondered: would card games be fun, if your world wasn’t operating the way it was? Would it be fun to sit around the table with your friends, or maybe throw some pillows on the floor to give your gathering an eastern flavor? To have a game or two - or ten, if someone catches a gamble fever - along with a cheap drink? Or, perhaps, to deal some cards on a train and play with a stranger, who happened to have a ticket for a seat across from you. Beat them and lose to them, but then become friends, or maybe leave each other just as you were at the beginning - as strangers, except a little more familiar ones - with a twist in a form of a fond memory of someone who kept you company on the way to your destination.

And you thought that, maybe, there was a world like that: where playing cards provided a light distraction or kept you busy, if needed. Unfortunately, you weren’t lucky enough to be born into a fantasy like that. It was not your reality. It was not your world. In your world - those cards with pictures on them were far from fun and games (though, a little further from fun than from games). They were too busy defining people - their status, their fate, the roles they played.

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Cold waters

cr.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / (implied) Namjoon x Reader 

Genre: Merman!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of death

Word count: 6.4k

Synopsis: Every night, a song crawls from the woods - they say it’s the lullaby of a monstrous creature that has fallen from grace, a beast fiery like fire and ruthless like ice. Yet, his voice is such beautiful one that the cords of your heart quiver with love for each, saccharine note piercing your skin.

And every night, he draws you in a bit more.

Author’s note: Hello my lovelies! This is my second request (Cold waters, warm touches + His beauty could kill you + Merman!Jeon), at first it was supposed to be a fluffy one but, uhm… it accidentally ended up being another angst *sweats*

Anyway, dear anon, thank you for the nice concept, please lemme know if you liked it

There’s a legend, whispered among the sunbeams getting lost in the forest at the borders of the village.

There’s legend, one of a terrible, alluring kind, that widens children’s eyes and makes hearts tremble beneath the warnings of worried mothers.

There’s a legend, more like a secret or maybe a dream, deep carved in the memories of your innocent days; one that has your glances wander into the shadows of the woods when you think that nobody is watching, that nobody is judging.

It’s a legend, they say, about a creature doomed to live in the lake at the center of the forest: oh, a ruthless one, with eyes like broken glass and thick blood covering its claws. Murderous are its intents and fury tints his flesh with such a poisonous vigour that the water is now no different than the venom running under his skin. 

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Chosen (Death Angel au)

Part One

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 4665

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood, eventual smut

Summary: You’re Jimin’s Taker, assigned to watch over him until just the right moment. When that moment comes, you’re instructed to kill him. But what happens if he lives?

Lmao I’m on a roll and posting two parts of two different fics in one night. It’s a Christmas miracle. Anyway, here is the first chapter of this Jimin fic. :’) 

For @inktae and her consistantly painfully beautiful fics. 

Some may say that life is far more lonely and tiresome than death. In life you face loss, and tragedy, and betrayal, and heartbreak. You build a life and knit a name for yourself out of the yarn made from circumstance and opportunity, only to have an Angel of Death slither behind you and unravel everything with just a light tug on a single thread exposed at the seam–your entire being slowly unravelling under their fingertips. In life, all of your work and suffering is for naught, because your Angel of Death is always a breath away.

Some may say that life is more lonely, but the Angels of Death begs to differ.

Contrary to popular belief, the Death Angels are not heartless and cold demons sent to steal your essence as you draw your last breath. Oh, no, they’re hauntingly beautiful and immeasurably troubled by the weight of their duties. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that they’re probably the most empathetic and caring of all the angels. There’s a whole fleet of them–thousands of Death Angels assigned to care after their Chosen until their End Day, all of them kind and caring individuals, though some are more attached to their Chosen than others.

They see everyone in their weakest moments, our true selves appearing as the light slowly leaves our eyes. They know the cowards from the bravest souls. The heaviness that their supernatural duty entails makes it nearly impossible for them to spread their silky black wings and soar to their next Chosen. The job is tedious and painstaking, having to watch their Chosen for the entirety of their lives, until just the perfect moment when they’re designated to be taken.

None of them enjoy stealing humans away from their lives on Earth. Honestly, who would? Hearing them beg and plead for their lives back after their spirits leave their bodies and see the Earthly shells lying motionless and unattended. For the first hundred years or so of being an Angel of Death it might as well be torture, growing so close to their Chosen only to separate them from everything and everyone they love.

Everyone is assigned a Death Angel. A Taker. They have all of your information–your name, blood type, the way you’re meant to die and when. You don’t always see them, and if you do, you probably don’t realize that they’re your Taker. But they’re always there, that tiny inkling inside your mind telling you that something is dangerous. Rerouting your way home if they spot someone in your path who is unhinged with a gun and the intention to kill.

Takers do the unthinkable–even if it means being painted as the villain–just to keep the world turning. Because an Angel of Death is an angel nonetheless.

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GREY AREA. (M) | 01

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, 

A/N: This is my first Tumblr fanfiction, I’m not sure if I will continue posting on here, this is just a trial run. Please let me know if I’ve done something incorrectly, also feedback would be great!

Word Count: 4,444

Description: You spent the days staring at your wrist and tracing the skin where your soulmate’s name would one day appear. The nights were for telling your wrist about your day, as if the person whose name would one day stain itself there, like red wine to a dress, could possibly hear you. 

For years you thought up countless scenarios, imagined numerous possibilities, formulated conversations and rehearsed them over and over, until your mouth ran dry. Outcomes and conclusions performed in your head on a repetitive loop. But out of everything you thought up, out of all of the time spent towards thinking about your soulmate, about what could possibly occur, none of it could ever prepare you for what would actually end up being. None of it ever came close to the way it happened when you finally met him. 

And now, after it’s all been said and done, you were left asking yourself one thing, and one thing only: “Was it really worth all of this in the end?”

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Submerged

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First Kiss | Jungkook

Masterlist |

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: ~4,5k

It was Saturday night, just one of many you had spent with them. The setting of your friendly reunion was nothing special, just the chaotic living room of their dorm. The feast you were enjoying was not expensive wine or exotic cheeses, but coke, chips and gummy worms; and you could have not been happier, stuffing doritos in your mouth until you were about to choke, to perfectly recite the lines of Cypher Killer without stuttering —at least if you did not want to carry a penalty out.

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