The Daughter Of Yoongi

The Daughter of Yoongi

Suga (Yoongi) x Reader

Author: Admin MoRo 

Summary- You and your husband Yoongi have a child. It’s a girl! Your adventures with him and your daughter and the adventures of Yoongi taking your daughter to different things with him like fan signs, music awards, photoshoots and the other boys playing with her.

Note: It’s Yoongi’s birthday! In celebration of that here’s an old fic I wrote a while ago too. This is not part of my Single Dad! Bts member series. I will continue that at some point. I’ve just been in a funk lately and haven’t had the motivation to write. 

Warnings: Fluff and some funny moments? I tried 

Word Count:  6kish

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Don’t Look Back ; Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: Jeongguk had merely wanted to live his life with you, but what could he have done, when Hades had taken you away from him far too soon?

Pairing: Orpheus!Jeongguk x Eurydice!reader

Words: 1315

Genre: LOTS of fluff, romance, a bit of angst

Warning(s): Mentions of death (nothing explicit)

a/n: There are mentions of Hades!Yoongi in here, but this can be read separately. Link is in my masterlist (if the link provided here doesn’t work)

It was a tug-of-war caught between the two of you. The calming pull of death, and the gentle push of life. It was unfortunate to be caught in between, though the two never had much say. No one does, in situations like this.

Jeongguk couldn’t remember the last time this game caused a problem- the riff between scornful lovers. Between Life and Death.

Hades hadn’t taunted him in his proposition to bring Eurydice back into his arms- for you to return to him. It had been Persephone who proposed a wager.

“Traverse the Land of the Dead and back to whence you came from. She will follow. In the darkness, no sound is made. Look back and she will be encaged in the Underworld. Shall success be brought to you, may you be wed in light.”

Taking orders from the Queen of the Underworld, and not the King bewildered Jeongguk. Yet he dared not complain, not when he can bring another chance of happiness with his fiancé. Another chance at forever with you.

It brought great anxiety, unparalleled by even his endeavours in the Land of the Living with his heart yearning for a love gone too soon.

Yet he couldn’t help it.

He glanced back.

The lands whispered his name, mocking and disheartening.

What had happened to the musical genius? Where had his ingenuity gone?

His broken heart never allowed to be seen in the face of another. Mount Pieria had witnessed his death, his heart never had time to heal, nor did he dare to allow it.

Upon his death, Jeongguk vibrated with the want to cry. Death had taken his love, and now Death has taken the only merit he has- taken his only chance to redeem himself of his failures.

Had you been there, you would have told him spiting Death is not a success. It’d bring more misery than what it’s worth.

What was worse, is that Jeongguk knew Hades would not let him be with you. Rather, he would want to see you two suffer. Knowing that you two are in the same space, yet can never meet. It was a sick fate to indulge the grotesque humour of Hades.

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Wolf boy and Snoopy girl | Namjoon

Summary: “I mean, he’s the alpha. He knows what he’s doing.”

Pairing: Wolf!Namjoon x Reader.

Genre: Fluff; Angst (but not really); Hybrid!au; Shifter!au

Your mother used to tell you when you were younger that the wood near your house was a place where magical things happened, but you couldn’t go because it would be dangerous for you and she didn’t want you to get injured.

Everyone knew you as the snoopy girl, because you were just too curious for your own good.

There were many rumors about packs of wolves inhabitants of the forests outside of the city were you lived.

Wolves were the least liked kind of shifter and the reason was short and simple, they weren’t dogs.

They couldn’t be used like pets and they had instincts that they couldn’t supress and after some time they decided that they best choice was to just move to the woods to embrace their animal part without humans in the way.

You weren’t aware of them when you were only a child, and the idea of visiting a place were magical things happened was too tempting for someone as curious as you.

You first went into the wood by yourself at the age of six.

You ran towards the wood before your mom could realize that you went missing at home and you walked around the wood, fascinated by the green landscapes.

Your small hands were full of flowers that you picked up as an apology to your mother, and your eyes were busy looking at your sorroundings.

Only the sounds of the crickets could be heard, until a small yelp made you freeze on the spot.

You looked around, searching for the cause of that noise and you saw a small wolf looking up at you with eyes full of fear.

You moved slowly, trying not to scare him and you saw that one of his paws was injured.

You wanted to help him, so you decided to use the fabric of the dress you were wearing.

The small pup got scared at first, because he was alone with a human and other wolves from the pack always told him that humans couldn’t understand them and that he should just stay with others wolves hybrids like him, but when he realized that you were trying to help him he calmed down looking at you cautiously.

The dress was already ripped, because it got stuck to a branch before, so tearing it up more in order to create a small bandage for the Wolf was pretty easy.

You bandaged his small wound, and you expected him to ran away as soon as you finished doing it, but something that you’d never expected happened.

The small wolf turned into a boy around your age, with ripped clothes and your bandage on his wrist.

He smiled brightly at you and you stood in front of him shocked.

That was how you met Namjoon, the boy who became your best friend during all your childhood.

No one knew about him and the same went for you. You two were smart and never talked about each other with the others because you knew that there was some kind of messed up rivalry between humans and wolves shifters.

But Namjoon always told you that everything was going to change, because he was the next in line to become the alpha of his pack and that you could come where he lived whenever he wanted when the duty would become his.

You always hang out with him around the wood every evening and he waited for you patiently everyday.

As you two grew up, you became inseparable and you always managed to play with each other without anyone knowing.

He told you everything about the “hybrid life” and you did the same. He sometimes turned into a wolf, playing/fighting with you until it got dark, or he turned letting you rest your head on his black fur when you were too tired to run around.

You knew everything about each other but you would have never thought that the relationship between the two of you could become more than just friendship.

Until one night.

You had a huge fight with your parents and you decided to run away, searching for Namjoon in the forest.

It was a bad idea and you were awarded of that but at that moment you didn’t think about anything. You just wanted to see him and talk to him.

You were nineteen eyes old and he had matured into an handsome boy, that sometimes you stared for a little too long.

You wiped the tears off your face, running around without a specific destination but low growls echoed from behind your back.

You turned around, facing the huge brown wolf that was standing in front of you.

He started to walk slowly towards you, making you stumble against the trees.

He jumped on you biting down your leg, but you managed to kick him in the face.

You yelled at the pain in your legs, trying your best to fight until the end.

By that time you weren’t so sure of coming out of the wood alive.

The wolf moved away, before starting to walk towards you one again.

The growls were louder and you tried to get away, failing miserably.

Your back hit a sturdy log and you closed your eyes expecting the worst.

But fortunately, the worst never came.

A wolf two times bigger than him jumped in front of you protectively, making the other one retreat in less than a second.

The brown wolf ran away leaving you and the other wolf alone.

You’ve seen Namjoon’s wolf form a plenty of times, but that night he seemed way bigger than how you rememberd.

He turned around to look at you, whining at the sight of the would on your leg.

You petted him, caressing his black fur and he licked your wound, trying to stop the blood that was coming out of your thigh.

He turned into his human form, looking at you almost desperately.

“Y/n, fuck! How many times did I tell you not to come in here when it’s dark!”

He scolded you, picking you up.

“Many times.”

You said tiredly, closing your eyes.

“No no hey, look at me. You need to stay awake ok? You lost a lot of blood.”

You looked at him, focusing on his features lighted up by the moon. He looked like he was worried sick and his eyes were wet, but he somehow still looked amazing.

In that moment you realized that you were in love with him and that he had saved your life.

“Where are we going?”

You asked at him, resting your head against his chest.

“In my pack house, I have medications there and I need to cure that injury before it gets worst.”

You noodded trying to stay awake but you were too tired to keep your eyes open, and you fell into a deep sleep.

When you woke up you were tucked in a bed you’ve never seen before with Namjoon by your side.

He was sleeping with his head rested on your belly and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

You stroked his hair with your hand and he opened his eyes looking up at you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I shoul’ve came earlier. That bastard ran away but I already asked my pack-mates to search for him. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him with my hands for hurting my mate.”

He said cupping your face with his big hands.

“Mate?”

You asked and he nodded smiling at you.

“Ever since you’ve helped me when we were kids, I knew you were my mate. I know that this might sound weird for you but..”

You kissed him not caring about what he wanted to say after that because you felt the need of feeling his lips on yours and he soon moved against your lips, holding your waist and moving you close to him, deepening the kiss.

“Do you think having a human mate is a good idea?”

The small wolf asked at his 2 friends from the corridor.

“I mean, he’s the alpha he knows what he’s doing.”

They peeked from the peephole of the door but a voice made them jump.

“Jimin! Jungkook! Taehyung! What do you think you’re doing?”

The three small pups whined and ran away before getting scolded.

“Sorry Jin hyung, we were just watching the alpha.”

Jin looked at the three boys with wolf ears with an unamused face, leaving you and Namjoon alone to have some privacy.

In the end, everyone knew that Namjoon had waited for more than thirteen years for this moment to happen.

bobsy-die | seokjin [m]

↼pairing: seokjin x reader ↼genre: smut, angst, fluff, wolf!au, supernatural creatures!au, wolf!seokjin ↼words: 11.6k+ ↼rating: nsfw ↼warnings: holy shit here we go: swearing, explicit sexual content, oral (recieving), fingering, unprotected sex, knotting, mating, cum kink?, impregnation kink?, dom!jin, multiple orgasms (like, two), heats, heat sex, dirty talk, its filth and I can’t believe I wrote it with my own two hands

↼notes: I can’t believe I fukcing wrote this oh my god– alternative titles and honorary mentions: (k)not what you expected, in it to jin it, (j)in for it

bobsy-die [bɒbzɪˈdʌɪ/]. noun. 1. a great deal of fuss or trouble.

Anonymous said to rbuns: Not sure if you’re doing requests but Halloween related I would die for a seokjin or Namjoon or taehyung werewolf fic of them being in heat and smuttyness and knitting and risk of pregnancy?? Like the whole “I’m gonna fill you with my cum have my pups bitch” type fic. I just need a rough dom wolf and extremely horny bratty sub reader and knotting. Even better if the reader is just a hybrid or a werecat?? Love werewolf werecat relationships.

↼posted; 08.12.2017

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You [10.56AM] hey hey jin u absolute walnut

You [10.57AM] are u coming to class??

Your teeth sank lightly into your bottom lip as you stared at the screen of your phone, fingers tapping the table impatiently as you waited for a response you were fifty-eight percent sure wasn’t going to come. A couple of minutes passed.

That fucker was ignoring you again.

You huffed, turning your attention to the front of the room as the lecturer entered, their yellow-tinted eyes sweeping over the people in attendance. Ah, so today was one of the days that the werewolf course coordinator was lecturing. It was a Friday, so the room was a bit emptier than usual, but you knew that wasn’t the reason Jin wasn’t here— he’d never been the type to skip class for no reason. Sure, he was prone to having wild nights on the weekends, but he didn’t let that interfere with his schooling. No, something was up, and if he— or any of his friends, for that matter, would just respond to you, then you would know just what.

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Carnal Cupidity (M)

[ Cupidity (noun) /kjuːˈpɪdɪti/ : eager or excessive desire, esp. to possess something: greed; avarice. from the latin cupiditas, meaning “yearning and "desire”; synonymous with “lust.” ]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Smut, Alphawolf!Tae

words: 9k

Warnings: rated M, explicit descriptions of sexual content, breeding/impreg, biting, mentions of blood, cum play, creampie, light degradation, strong language, knotting, rough but still weirdly domestic werewolf sex, generic heat trope tbh lol

A/N: this is unedited af so i’ll do it later but i truly hope you guys will enjoy this piece of trash and thanks for being patient with my messy self! <3 

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colours | m.yg imagine

pairing: m.yg x reader { a bit of k.th }

blurb: “in a world where colour isn’t promised, you feel a sudden urge to give up on this ‘soulmate’ of yours. luckily, the universe won’t let that happen.”

a/n: I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate! au imagine but had no ideas. it’s shorter than most of my other pieces but i hope you enjoy it. and just so you know how it works, people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate and if you do anything to you body, it will appear on your soulmate’s as well.

You felt the cold air of the crispy cold autumn breeze touch your bare neck. You didn’t want to go, but couldn’t bring yourself to go back in.

You looked across the road, to see a boy with light brown hair and chocolate eyes. one monolid, one doublelid.

this was taehyung. one of your greatest friends, probably your only friend.

taehyung and you knew each other since you were three, the week he found his soulmate. the timing was a blur so initially, taehyung thought you were his soulmate. he was so happy, you let him think.

it wasn’t until a girl named Veronica started to see in colour too, once she came in contact with taehyung. you hated lying to taehyung, but you also hated Veronica. she was utterly a bitch.

you told taehyung why you lied and at first, he didn’t understand. he even stayed with veronica for a few days, until he came back to you. since then, taehyung has stayed away from his soulmate.

“i didn’t fall in love with veronica, i fell in love with colour.” he would say whenever you spoke about her. something about it was so poetic, you felt a sadness hit you.

you haven’t found your soulmate yet at twenty-one and you’re starting to think you don’t have one. was it a glitch in the universe?

“y/n!” taehyung called for you, happily as could be. you gave him a short smile before crossing the clear road.

“how’s your piece going?” taehyung asked as you both walked side by side down the pathway.

“good. i’m nearly finished, i only have to add the lyrics.” you say, looking down at your feet and memorising the way they moved. what else were you supposed to do? watch the colour of the trees? impossible.

“and- how’s the soulmate going?” He asked, knowing you didn’t want to talk about it. you stay silent and resilient.

a few months ago, at the start of summer, a few scratches of pen appeared on your arm. when you looked into it, they say that if your ‘soulmate’ does something to their body, it’s the same for you.

another rule it that you can only see colour when you meet your soulmate. if that wasn’t obvious enough.

“i told you, i’m fine and i don’t need my soulmate.” you say in a small voice. you’ve convinced yourself this for a long time.

“c’mon, don’t you want to see what colour your hair is or what colour your cat’s eyes are?” taehyung asks. you haven’t made the effort to find your soulmate. instead you’ve come to music, to help you.

“you told me, my hair is (colour) and my cat’s eyes are blue.” You sigh, to stop and look him in the eyes. taehyung realises he’s getting nowhere.

but how could he see what you see? he’s seen colour since he was three. he was an artist, you were a musician. two things people said were similar, but you were so different.

“i want you to come to the studio today with me.” taehyung offered, referring to his art studio. you nod and keep walking, still noticing the pattern of your steps.

Yoongi sighed in frustration at his piano in his lonely apartment.

this piece clearly wasn’t going so well, he kept getting stuck and couldn’t seem to remember the notes. but still, he couldn’t get the simple tune he based it off out of his brain.

Yoongi never found his soulmate. he’s seen black and white since he was born, never colour. he relyed on his friend jungkook, who met his soulmate three years ago.

he declined the universe’s offer for a soulmate and said “i can’t stick to one girl” which set yoongi off. he wanted to find his soulmate so bad, not because he wanted to see colour but because he believes once he meets his soulmate he will have so much inspiration for songs.

sometimes, he writes songs about not having a soulmate. he wouldn’t classify himself as ‘popular’ but he has charted on Billboard. people seemed to empathise with him about his soulmate songs.

if only his soulmate will ever hear them.

you put on your headphones and set your playlist of yoongi’s songs. he was your favourite artist at the moment.

as a musician, you played the piano when you gave up on your soulmate. realising this was probably the only thing that could give you joy in black and white.

you got the bus to the studio in town. you stared at the lights in traffic, you only knew that go was when the last light that lit up and red was the first light.

you made it to the studio. the modern styled building looked the same as it normally did. you walked through the doorway towards the public studio. the girl who runs the facility has a thing for taehyung so she gave him a private studio. taehyung, of course, took it as a kind gesture and nothing more.

you walk up the small flight of stairs and into the glass walled room. there, you saw taehyung on the floor, painting a canvas, studying a vase in front of him. you wave to get his attention, he sees you and invites you in.

“hey,” he smiles. you smile back and take off your headphones.

walking into the studio, it has white walls that have splatters of paint over them and a small living space with a mini fridge (since he spends most of his time here). he has soft music playing from yoongi’s new album, Lost Again.

“did you hear about yoongi’s hashtag, findmysoulmate.” taehyung asks you, wiping his hand with a cloth. you shook your head.

“i feel if he meets his soulmate his songs will go bad.” you admit, stating your opinion. taehyung shrugs and walks towards his laptop to stop playing music.

“would you like some coffee?” He asks, putting a cup into the instant machine. you nod your head and shrug.

he hands you the result of the machine. it’s a soft minty taste and has a kick of caffeine. your neck shivers from the sudden warmth.

you take this time to look down at taehyung’s piece. it’s a vase filled with wilting flowers. you can see the highlights and dark areas of the picture. you then look up at the real object and notice the similarities.

“it’s about how something so beautiful, can wilt and die like the rest of us.” taehyung explains, putting down his cup of coffee. his stained apron hangs on his neck, as he starts to grab another paint brush.

he dips the brush into a colour. you bend down beside him and stare intensely at the brush. sometimes, you wish you could train yourself into seeing colour, and not need a soulmate.

the whole “i can’t see colour and i like it like that” act can only go on for so long.

“i wish i could see colour.” you whispered with sadness in your voice. taehyung looked up at you. if soulmates weren’t a thing, you would be his.

“i wish you could too.” taehyung smiles weakly at the brush. someday, he wants to paint you and for you to see it. but unfortunately, you won’t be his then. you’ll have your soulmate.

not thinking, you slowly take the brush from teahyung and swift it against your fingertips. it feels smooth and light, like a face care cream. you felt it. you stared down at your skin.

it stained your skin, but at least you felt colour.

yoongi rubbed his stained fingers together, they were surely stained. yoongi didn’t take this in annoyance, instead he was smiling because his soulmate was somewhere.

he had heard stories that some soulmates died before they met, so they never saw colour or been in love.

thank god, that wasn’t the case so far.

yoongi placed his stained fingers against the piano and began playing. the new sound radiated off of the piano. he played mindlessly, the only thing he thought about was his fingers.

after playing, jungkook appears behind him. looking for him, he sees yoongi looking at his hand. curious, jungkook looks over his shoulder to see stained fingers.

“paint?” he asks, wondering when yoongi was using it.

“it’s from my soulmate.” yoongi says, still focusing on the finger.

“you don’t think she’s an artist, do you?” jungkook asks him. yoongi shakes his head and begins to stand, not taking his eyes off the prized possession.

“of course not. art is for people with soulmates.” he adds sadly.

you rushed down the pathway after a disastrous situation with taehyung. he tried to kiss you.

you were shocked. you looked him back in the eyes, deep regret laid there. you ran out of the building onto the street, a faint shout from taehyung called your name but you couldn’t turn back.

teary-eyed, you hold your hand to your mouth. each car passes you, one red, one white.

yoongi walks down the road with jungkook beside him, late to a rehearsal with the live band for his next concert. each car passes, one red, one white.

you don’t see where your heading, so you collide into a strangers shoulder. it startles you and you stumble back. instinctively, you whip your head around to see a boy.

with black hair, black eyes, a pale complexion and pink lips.

you could see his colours.

yoongi stares at you softly and surprised. suddenly, he saw your (colour) eyes and pinkish lips. he met you finally, his soulmate.

“you’re..” you begin the say.

“my soulmate.” yoongi finishes.

slowly moving, yoongi takes your hand in his and you see your yellow stained fingers touch. it’s soft and feels the same as in the studio earlier. you couldn’t think about taehyung anymore, only focused on yoongi.

the man you’ve seen a million times before on a screen was your soulmate. and you were his.

“what’s your name?” he asks, still staring at your perfect orbs. he couldn’t get enough of you. jungkook stood there, happily.

“y/n.” you stutter out. yoongi smiles at knowing your name.

“i know you.” you tell him and he only chuckles. wrapping his arms around your waist, your noses touch.

“I love you.” he whispers out, you gasp slightly before smiling softly.

there, he teases your lips with a soft peck but suddenly loses his nerve and kisses you deeply.

it sends electric shocks through you. you want to open your eyes and look around you, you want to see your cats eyes, are they really blue?

but you just can’t, you take this moment to love your soulmate.

taehyung then rushes down the road and sees you kissing a man. yoongi. your soulmate. his heart breaks softly, now you were truly not his. but to be honest, you never were.

once opening your eyes, you see taehyung, sad. you smile at him softly before walking away with yoongi.

walking hand in hand, your stained fingertips touching.