Unorthodox

Unorthodox

You can’t tell whether you’re fortunate or not to have a guardian demon who thinks it’s funny to go around looking like your idol crush BTS’ Park Jimin.

Writing Prompt; Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective.

guardiandemon!Jimin x reader

genre: fluff, a little light, a little anxiety inducing though given what will happen, minor mentions of death and blood but nothing too graphic

word count: 3.7k

Related works: Genuine | 3AM Demon | The Grinch Who Stole New Year | Distance and The Heart

A/N: I thought this prompt was so good for Halloween but….late to the party again…. LOLL Also this is a bit of a mental gymnastic but don’t think too hard on it. Also, BST!Jimin is forever the look™ and I’m still not over it.

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lagom ✴ masterlist

lagom | just the right amount

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: magic au, witch au, familiar au, shifter au status: ongoing started; 12.07.2018 completed; —

→ You’re a witch and Hoseok, a red fox shifter, is your familiar. A short series detailing some of the pivotal moments between you in your relationship.

drabbles.

01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08 • 09 • 10 • 11 

073; wolf!yoongi

“Take mine.” (073)

Going out with the boys sometimes, when they’re out hunting sucks. Mainly because you’re incapable of doing what they do at such a relentless pace; having such agility and ability to get what they want, how they want - honestly, it’s such a disadvantage for you to follow them.

But then it meant that you’d be alone at home and Yoongi never trusts that so to let him join in regularly with his pack, you tag along and sometimes end up on one of the guys back and - you know, you’re pretty light. Have you been eating less lately?

Jimin’s words seem to coo into your mind and you chuckle, shaking your head as you lightly scratch the spot in the middle of his head past his jet black fur, “No, Jimin. I’ve been eating fine. Maybe you got stronger,”

Well, I won’t say no to compliments, Jimin muses, and you sigh, patting his head before the howling from a voice that sounds oddly familiar despite shifting get Jimin to let you off. He takes his cue to leave, joining the rest as well as letting you have some alone time with - “Yoongi,” You murmur, just as he appears with a piece of meat that would look rather tasty once it’s cleaned and cooked.

He stalks over towards you in a leisure pace before doing a slight motion for you to hold your hand out and he places the meat in your hand. He licks his mouth after, the taste of blood swiping off and you glance at the meat before back to him, your hand already reaching out to stroke the side of his head.

Take mine. I’ll be off to get some more. 

You frown a little, stroking the under of his eye, “But you’re hungry. You should eat this first. I can wait until we get back and cook the leftovers,”

Even in wolf form, you can tell apart that look anywhere and you sigh, shaking your head, “Fine. But you need to get back out and hunt, alright? I’ll be okay at home,”

Again, that bloody look.

“…Jimin!”

Within ten seconds, you hear rustling coming from behind and as expected, Jimin’s arrived and he seems to be in a chirpy mood; am I here to take you back home?

You point over your shoulder, to which Jimin tries to lean to the side to see who it is and you can tell he’s amused. Hyung’s being protective again, huh?

Without answering him, you simply make your way towards him before you hop on and just as Yoongi darts back to hunt, you brush your palm over Jimin’s head, “I swear, it’s like he thinks I’m going to break if I’m left alone. I’m a grown person, I can take care of myself,”

Well, hyung just really cares for you, that’s all. He loves you a bunch to ever let whatever the hell that happened before replay. So how about I take you home and you share that piece with me?

Snickering, you flick his ear as he starts the journey home and before you can agree, the flinging piece of meat that lands right between Jimin’s eyes has you cackling.

You eat that piece, you greedy mutt.

You don’t even need to see who it is to know it was Yoongi who tossed it from a distance.

morning (k.sj)

wordcount: 870

You woke to the comfortable warmth of the early morning sun streaming in through your open window and sighed, willing your eyes to open just a crack. You watched as the gentle breeze disrupted the sheer curtain’s previous stationary state, its contact forcing the thin material to sway along rhythmically with the push and pull of the moving air. You shifted, squeezing Jin’s waist instinctively as you moved closer to him, burrowing your head further into the material of his shirt and closing your eyes. 

You couldn’t imagine a better start to the day than this. 

You lay like that for a while, trying your hardest to fall back into your previous slumber, focusing on the rhythmic drumming of Jin’s heart against your ear and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Still, you couldn’t fall back to sleep. 

Huffing in exasperation, you rolled away from him and onto your back, closing your eyes again and hoping against hope to travel back to dreamland. Usually it was easy for you to fall back asleep once woken up, and Seokjin’s presence always made it far easier than it already was to do so. He was your own personal human pillow, a fact he complained about far too often (though you both knew he secretly enjoyed it just as much as you did), whining until you’d give him a kiss and tell him that you loved him dearly- he’d always been a sucker for compliments and you were more than happy to give them to him if it meant free cuddles. 

Instead of the obvious getting up and on with your morning, you resorted to turning your head to face Jin, sleepy eyes tracing every contour of his beautiful face; his smooth forehead, the slant of his precious nose, his flushed, squishy cheeks and finally his pouty pink lips which were parted a little in his sleep. Your heart fluttered at the sight of his long lashes painting thin shadows down his cheeks as the sunlight hit him just right. He was just beautiful, so, so beautiful. 

It was because of this that you decided to replace where your eyes had been with the tips of your fingers, ghosting them across that same path and melting at the feeling of Jin’s silken skin beneath your fingers. He shivered lightly under your touch, eyelids flickering for just a second before he stilled again, sighing contentedly in his comfortable slumber. 

You continued on your little adventure, tenderly tracing from his jawline all the way down his neck to his exposed collarbone, marvelling all the while at his perfection and just how lucky you were to have him. You combed through his hair lightly, brushing your nails gently against his scalp so as not to wake him. Again, he shivered, instinctively pushing his head back into your touch. You bit your lip to contain the little giggle threatening to escape at his action, resorting to silent fawning over just how cute Jin was when asleep. 

That was when, despite the high chance of waking him, you decided to kiss him. He was practically begging for it; even when unconscious, he knew exactly how to tempt you. You hesitated for a second, contemplating the risk of him waking, before deciding to go for it anyway. Besides, Jin loved face kisses, he’d get over it if you woke him up. 

You moved closer to him, propping yourself onto your elbow to get a better angle of your lover. Leaning down, you were in a hurry to close the distance between you, half hoping he’d stay asleep, half hoping he wouldn’t.

You decided his nose was a good place to start, giving the end of it a light peck, then moving to his soft cheeks, giving those plenty of kisses too. You flitted around his face, but it was when you reached his puffy pink lips that you slowed. This was the grand finale, the best had been saved for last and you wanted it to count, even if he couldn’t feel it. You leaned in slowly, cupping his cheek ever-so-gently with the hand you weren’t using to hold yourself up, and closed your eyes, pressing your lips firmly against his. You pulled away after a beat, triumphant that you hadn’t woken him, before feeling his arm shoot up, hand on your neck as he pushed you back down to meet him. You gasped reflexively, not expecting Jin to wake up, catching yourself by placing the hand that had been on his cheek on the other side of his body, effectively caging him against the bed in your attempt not to fall on top of him.

Your eyes fluttered closed as soon as you felt the gentle pressure of his plush lips against yours. The kiss was soft, achingly so, and it made your heart race indescribably fast, your entire body positively exploding in an overwhelming, colourful firework display of love and adoration.  

Finally, just as it felt as if your heart was about to burst, Jin pulled away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and moving to cup your cheek, his eyes swimming in pure warmth, a small smile playing on his beautiful lips.

“Good morning, baby.”  

2.10.19

-Charne

the married life;

⇢ summary:  being married is never a bore when your husband is a vampire king + inspired by  “Stop calling me Princess!” “I apologize, my Queen.”.

⇢ relationship: min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: vampire!yoongi, supernatural, romance, fluff.

⇢ words: 11.3k (WHY)

⇢ warnings: mentions of blood/blood drinking of course, yoongi is bad at cooking, you being exasperated with your husband, implications of sex.

a/n: something I started during halloween last year but never finished. happy birthday suga… I guess? edit: somehow this fool of an author deleted the original post on accident. so. here you go. again

Your married friends had to deal with a lot of things; their husbands didn’t clean up after themselves, the sex was bad, or maybe they were too stubborn. And sure, you felt sorry for them, but you couldn’t exactly say you understood them either. If anything, the problems you had with Min Yoongi were… extraordinary. And the sex was never bad. But he was a little shit though.

From the moment that Min Yoongi had come into your life five years ago to now, there was nothing you could say you regretted. From the initial dislike, to the confusion, to the intrigue, to the fondness of friendship turning into something more, he had left you with something your friends could, unfortunately, never attest to: the feeling of a thousand years on his part of dormant love waiting for you that no one could ever ruin or one-up. How you got to this point, however, was quite the mirthful fairytale.

five years ago.

“You’re new here, right?

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moon magic | jhs

✩ — pairing: hoseok x reader ✩ — genre: mermaid au, pirate au, magic au, fluff ✩ — words: 33.8k+ (a part of me died. this is a horcrux now) ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — warnings: uh minor dismemberment (a hand, belonging to a bad guy), otherwise its kind of just soft and gooey and magical… lord help me ✩ — notes: very very very VERY VERY LATE birthday fic for miss @readyplayerhobi !!! i’m so sorry it’s so late tali !!! and so sorry it’s such a monster, this was meant to be around 20k max and here i am completely out of control and barely sane kjfnldkffljdb i hope its not too disappointing!! (also fair warning; i didnt get to completely finish skimming this so some typos may be present dnjhbg)

You’ve never paid much mind to the moon, but you quickly learn that even though you’ve never really thought of the her, she has always watched over you. What better to heal an grieving heart, than the luminous, rippling magic of the moon? And maybe a merman, or two. You know, for good measure.

— posted; 13.07.2019

In all honesty, you’ve never really paid much mind to the moon.

It is something that is ever-present— yet also something that can wax, illuminating the earth beneath its majesty, and wane, robbing the skies of the orb that bathes the landscape in a silver glow. To the normal civilian, the moon is likely a symbol of beauty and the unknown, or perhaps just something the odd commoner didn’t spare even a second thought. You don’t normally pay much mind to the moon, except to admire it. You don’t think you’ve ever held the silver sun in any sort of contempt, until now, that is. The moon is decidedly bright tonight, which under other circumstances might normally make you smile, but actually serves to be more of an inconvenience on this eve in particular than anything.

It’s awfully hard to slink through the night and assassinate someone when the moon eliminates the security and comfort that the usual deep shadows the night-time hours provide, after all.

You admit that as far as assassination attempts go, this one is pretty poorly timed. You’re not entirely to blame though—this wasn’t your first choice by far. You like to think you’re a bit more conniving than that. No, your carefully plotted and thought-out schemes were suddenly pushed way ahead of schedule only yesterday when, to your complete and utter alarm, the subject of those plots and schemes was reported to be only a town away down the coastline. You’re quick on your feet, and you knew immediately upon hearing it that this meant the despicable Pirate Lord you’ve been tracking for the better half of your adult life would be passing the town you’re residing in within the next day. You were right, as expected, and had proven yourself unable to resist the opportunity that had presented itself so easily and readily to you. You expected to spend many months more tracking the elusive pirate, but he’s gone and sailed right into your waiting arms! It’s as though the universe is giving you the go-ahead, and you can’t even think of resisting the temptation of this golden opportunity when the thing you’ve wanted most since you were a mere seventeen years old is so close, so near your greedy clutches.

So, you decided after minimal deliberation that come nightfall the next day, you were going to head out and embark on your long-awaited goal to kill the Pirate Lord Ezra. Hence, here you are, currently trying to sleuth through the night and fulfil a desire for revenge that has had years to simmer, bubble and brew into something ugly and all-consuming to its core. You aren’t proud of the way the anger and hate has clung so firmly to the root of your being all these years, but at this point… you don’t really have anything else to live for. If you weren’t living your life planning this act of vengeance, then what would you be doing?

The reason you spent years plotting and perfecting the best way to fulfil this burning need for revenge, was because the initial act that incurred your wrath cost you your family. You have no one, and if you don’t cling to this and let it bind your being together, then what is stopping you from crumbling to dust and floating to the abyss? You don’t want to ponder it and don’t often entertain the thought, because the answer…

The answer is nothing, and that is exactly why you are here—scaling the side of the large, looming ship that belonged to the pirate that had wronged you so.

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