Summary: Legends tell of a valiant warrior, blessed by the divine, betrayed by the leader he fought so hard to serve, locked into an eternal half-life. Called goblin, this man lives forever, watching the years pass him by, until his fated other half can release him.
(It’s funny, Nico thinks. They say legends are always a little true.)
General Nico di Angelo is killed at noontime, under a sky as blue as his lover’s eyes.
It happens like this, like divine retribution for the guilt he keeps pressed between his fingers. He returns from the war triumphant and blood-stained, followed by a legion of adoring soldiers and whispers of divinity, of spirits, of death. His name has spread across the continent, passed between enemy lips, like a promise. A warning.
If the fates abandon you, and you meet the man with clothes as black as midnight and a sword red as blood, turn back, turn back.
We’re still waiting for Jimin to release a solo cover (he promised this year so he better keep it lol).. I SWEAR TO GOD if he releases a studio cover of Love Yourself (Justin Bieber) during this “Love Yourself” series my soul will leave my body.
the first time in a very
Namjoon didn’t have to fake his smile. It came too naturally that
he found himself randomly grinning at everything and nothing. Even
the boys were suspicious of him and his sudden energy.
couldn’t wait to go back home knowing you would be waiting for him.
It was a promise, a gift, for working hard, which he did. Namjoon
didn’t waste another second after the fan-meeting was done, he
didn’t even say a proper goodbye, before jolting out.
people might deem him a fool, which is why he kept your relationship
a secret. It was definitely not taboo but, with his kind of job, it
could become a weakness. Neither of you wanted that.
didn’t stop it from being insanely hard, trying to juggle both his
career and personal life without having to give up one for the other.
Namjoon was trying and for that you were understanding. As long as he
didn’t leave you waiting for too long, you would always be there,
that was the promise. And, so far, neither of you broke it.
the ride back, Namjoon couldn’t help but scroll through the
pictures he took, pictures you didn’t know he took, that kept him
going while he was away.
the door, the dorm was quiet. He knew the boys wouldn’t be coming
home any time soon which meant more prolonged alone time with you. He
took off his shoes before slowly stepping into the house.
could already see you in the kitchen, oblivious to his presence. A
smile crept onto his face once again and he took a moment just to
admire the beauty that he was lucky to call his. It was always the
best moment of his day, when he first sees you. It still feels like
the first time he fell in love with the taste of you.
he stepped around the dinner table to slowly reach for you. You fit
perfectly in his grip, something he always loved. No matter what
anyone said, or hardships along the way, the feeling of you against
his skin always managed to soothe and calm his nerves.
was just perfect. He was alone, no one to disturb his moment,
“ I have you now ” Namjoon whispered ever so gently, ever so quietly, grabbing you. He waited for you to say something to react but you did nothing. It made him want you more.
His lips just a breath away, his fingers tight around you, he closed in the distance and bit slowly.
“ Such a beautiful apple ” Namjoon breathed out in relief, finally in ecstasy.
Namjoon was a hungry apple man, but now, he was a happy apple man.
Look, if I fooled you twice with this shit, you only have yourself to blame.
Also, can you tell that I’ve low-key given up on life?
Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10, at 12 you became best friends, at 14 you had your first kiss, at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.
Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.
A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
I wasn’t gonna post this today but here it is :)
You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he
stroked your hair, hugging you closer to him “What am I going to do with you?
You make me crazy”. You looked up to him, his strands of blonde hair matted in
sweat pushed back. “That was amazing” you whispered.
“I know right? I was made for this” he cockily
grinned. “Oh my god you are such a tease” you hit his chest and he grabs your
hands as he places his finger against your lips. ”But I know you love it”. He says
before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.
A week went by and
all you could think about was Taehyung, his kisses, his very touch, his
beautiful laughter, his silly way of being… he was the calm after the storm. But
you couldn’t stop Jungkook’s name from crossing your mind at least once a day.
Since the fight he had sent you dozens of texts, he even called you. But you
had ignored each one of them. You had decided with Taehyung that you would keep
your “relationship” secret for a while until you were ready to tell
Jungkook. You really didn’t know what to tell Jungkook; “I like one of your
best friends and I want to try to have a relationship with him?” You knew that
wouldn’t work, you knew that the moment you would see Jungkook, the name Taehyung
would disappear from your head. You knew that the moment you tried to leave
Jungkook he would follow you and absorb you again, so strong was your
attachment to him, so strong the name of Jeon Jungkook was buried in your
A nocked sounded at your front door and you hurried to
get out of the couch to open it,
You looked through the peephole of the door to meet a
young man with blond hair, you smiled to yourself before opening the door with
a smile on your face. “What are you doing here?” You asked.
Taehyung stood in front of the now open door with his
characteristic grin. “I just wanted to see you” he replied; entering
to your house with a long step to shorten the distance of your bodies. He
cupped your cheeks in both of his hands and gently pressed his pink lips
against yours. A feeling of calmness running through you right away; It was
always like that with Taehyung, he managed to generate that effect in people;
You closed the door by pushing him against it, melting
in the kiss deeper. If you were thinking about Jungkook just moments ago; that
name was now in the depths of your head.
Taehyung was the first to separate his lips for air.
“someone is anxious?” He chuckled softly. “Yah! You appeared out
of nowhere in my apartment” you said blushing. "Speaking of which, what
are you doing here seriously?”
“You didn’t want to see me?” He asked
frowning, pretending to be hurt. “Firstly I really wanted to see you and
… secondly there’s a party at Jackson’s tomorrow, you should go …” he
said as he walked towards the sofa to sit on.
“Uh oh Jungkook will surely be there Tae, I’m not
ready yet” Saying the name of your ex aloud still was hard and more with
the man who was in front of you at the moment.
“Listen… I know Jungkook will be there, but this
is an opportunity to show him that you are more than an object with which he
can play and then throw away.” He stopped and then continued. “I’m
not telling you to tell Jungkook about … our relationship” The last word
came out in a sigh, the way he said it made you feel bad, you knew that Tae
wanted to be with you officially, wanted to show everyone how happy he could make
you, but it was not yet the time when Jungkook still fluttered in your mind.
“Just go, take Minah with you, have some fun,” He finished smiling,
giving you security.
“You’re right, I could have some fun after all…”
you agreed with Taehyung that leaving your house wouldn’t do you so bad, you
could always leave the party if you felt uncomfortable. “If you want to
leave just send me a text and we’ll leave together, what do you think?” He
said in a seductive voice, intending to continue what had happened a few
minutes ago between you two.
That ended up convincing you; you had Minah and Tae if
something went wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t even see Jungkook with the number of
people who used to attend the parties of Jackson.
The reality was that Taehyung was everything you
wanted to have after Jungkook broke up with you, someone who was there for you,
who would listen to you, who would talk to you, distract you from the horrible
thoughts that inhabited your mind. Since the black-haired young man left you,
the only thing you could think of was that you weren’t good enough, beautiful
enough or intelligent enough and that’s why he left you. You couldn’t help
thinking that there was something wrong with you, that you had done something mistakenly,
you still didn’t understand very well how fate had made you cross with a person
as wonderful as Kim Taehyung, and how he had accepted you with his arms open
even knowing how broken you were. There was more of Kim Taehyung than you knew.
Tae’s deep voice brought you back to the real world.
“What are you thinking?” He asked and you looked at him in surprise.
The question shocked you a little, pushing the thought to the back of your mind,
hiding them, with your best smile you answered; “I was just thinking about
what to wear tomorrow,” you lied.
“Ah, I do not care what you wear as long as you
take it off for me.” He grinned and winked at you as you rolled your eyes
at the comment but you couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you thinking about impure things already?
What a slutty woman.”
are you saying!? You’re the one who was talking about taking off my clothes!”
You replied by throwing yourself to him and hitting him on the chest with both
Suddenly he grabbed you gently but strongly enough for
you to not be able to move and turned you around, locking you on the couch with
his legs “Or … you can take off your clothes now, I wouldn’t mind,”
he said before kissing you roughly.
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“Cursed?” you repeat in disbelief, “What bullshit is this?”
“It’s not a lie.”
You sit up, narrowing your eyes at him in suspicion. It’s a given that you don’t believe he’s been cursed by some witch when he technically was your cat like hours ago, now turned human.
The more you think about it, you notice the similarities and odd human-like characteristics your cat possessed.
He shrugs nonchalantly, way too calmly for you, “Who knows, all I remember after getting turned is a witch and my real name.”
“You are unbelievable,” you sigh, pushing yourself off the bed. When he moves to follow like he usually does, keening at you to feed him, you stop and push him by his shoulders to stay put.
“St-stay here!” you screech, breathing hard and desperately keeping yourself from the temptation of glancing down at his lap that’s barely covered by the bed sheets, “I-I’m gonna go out and get you some clothes, s-so stay here and don’t move!”
He nods obediently, lying back in bed with his arms crossed behind his head. You think his eyes are closed but you’re wrong, his eyes are focused solely on you, following your every move as you try to change into outdoor clothes to quickly run and get him some clothes to wear. Sure, plenty of times you’ve changed in front of him, as a cat. But now’s different since he’s human, and a man. Last time you checked, you had no experience with a man, and this was a living breathing man lying naked in your bed.
“Um..” you start awkwardly, in the middle of unbuttoning your sleeping shirt, “Could you do me a favor and close your eyes? Possibly cover your face with a pillow..”
You expect him to do as you say, however a sly smirk curls at his lips, his hooded eyes darkening and gazing up at you. His pink tongue peeks out to swipe over his bottom lip rather slowly and sensuously.
“What’s wrong kitten?” he asks, voice a deep slur, “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times as a cat, what makes this time around any different?”
Your faces heats up, blood rushing rather quickly to your cheeks, “J-just close your eyes dammit you perverted cat!”
He chuckles and nods in defeat, turning over onto his stomach to bury his in the pillow. You gasp softly at the muscles of his back, his pale skin beautifully defined under the light of day.
Quickly, you throw on a pair of shorts and a nice blouse, muttering a quiet be right back before you flee the room and grab your car keys.
It’s a major embarrassment at the store when you meet one of your friends, who you have to give in and ask for help on what to buy for a guy.
“Oh~ a guy?~” she coos teasingly, “Looks like you scored one, I’m proud of you!”
You can’t help but roll your eyes, unwilling to spill the truth that the guy was technically your cat of barely half a year.
Nevertheless, she still helps to pick out a few plain t-shirts and slim fitting jeans, you hoping that he doesn’t mind the gray scale colors you picked. Later when she leaves, you quickly pick out underwear and shoes that you hope he’ll wear.
Ultimately, you hope these will fit him, or else you just wasted money on this cat-man-pervert.
When you get home, you let an exhale of relief to find that he’s still in bed waiting patiently under the sheets for you.
“You’re back, finally,” he says with a yawn, reminding you of him in cat form, yawning whenever he wakes up from a nice nap.
“Yeah, I hope these fit you, I had a friend help me..”
Snooping through the plastic bags, he grinned up at you teasingly, “You really have never dated before huh, that’s cute.”
You blush, pouting as you turn away from his gaze, “So?”
“Nothing,” he said before sticking his hand in to rummage through the clothes, “I think these are good, thanks.”
“Good, while you change I’ll start breakfast, okay?” you don’t wait for his response and leave him in your room. Outside, you place a hand over your chest in attempt to calm its fast beats. You may be overreacting but, yes, you’ve never dated, and this is the closest to you getting a man in your bed. Not like you’d want to do such a thing to him. Wouldn’t it be considered beastiality to have sex with him, he was a cat not too long ago.
When you finish cooking a simple breakfast of pancakes and sausage links with scrambled eggs, he’s out of the room and sliding into the island table chair where he usually sits when you eat breakfast.
Glancing once over him, you feel yourself die inside at his outfit. He’s only wearing a plain t-shirt and ripped denim jeans that gives you peeks of his legs, how does someone look so fucking good?
“Like what you see kitten?”
You make a face, setting down a plate in front of him and plopping down beside him with another plate for you, “Don’t flatter yourself you perverted cat.”
He just gives you a smile, a smile you notice is gummy if he widens his mouth enough. It’s cute, you conclude, and something you wish to see more of if possible.
“You stare at me a lot and yet you call me the pervert, am I that good looking?”
“I’m starting to wonder why you got cursed, with that big ego of yours,” you spit back.
Raising his hands defensively, he grinned, his gums peering from under his upper lip, “Calm down, man no wonder you’re a virgin at barely 24, so mean.”
Cheeks flushing, you turn fully towards Yoongi, pouting as you pound on his shoulder with your balled fists.
“Y-you’re the mean one!”
He chuckles, easily catching your wrists in his hands, tugging on them until you’re practically nose-to-nose. You could feel his lips pull into a smirk, hot breath on yours.
“Relax a little,” he whispers, eyes glancing down at what you wish to be your lips, “Is this the closest you’ve ever been to a man? Have you ever kissed a man before?”
You wonder what spurs on these questions, but you don’t feel the need to answer, only the need to feel his soft lips against yours. Funny, he was just your cat hours ago, now he’s some hormonal man sitting here with your wrists gathered in his hands.
His dark eyes search for yours for answers, your mind going blank the closer his face gets. You figure he wants you to answer but your mouth is only able to open and close with no sound escaping.
“God you’re so cute, it hurts to tease you,” he interrupts, pulling away to continue eating.
With him gone from your personal bubble, you feel the ability to breathe in return. Your heart erratically pounding against your chest because yes, that’s the closest you’ve ever been to a man. As much as you hated to admit, you’ve never kissed anyone, and your friends always spoke so freely of the spontaneous kisses that spark their lives.
But fuck, the little shit was just teasing you, using your inexperience to his advantage. No way are you going to give this narcissistic asshole your first kiss.
You catch a glimpse of his lips and you throw in the towel in defeat, getting up and stalking towards the door in determination to clear your head. His husky voice calls after you, but you ignore it in favor of throwing the door open.
You blink and recognize the face of your friend you’d asked for help at the store.
From behind you, Yoongi picks up an unfamiliar voice and is on instinct by your side almost protectively but even the man himself didn’t realize it. He calls your name out and stares lazily at your friend with disinterest.
“Who are you?”
You smack his arm immediately, scolding him like you would if he just ran his claws over what used to be the fine leather of your couch. He merely grins down at you in return.
With a sigh, you introduce the two, your friend’s eyes practically sparkling with interest. She pulls you to the side, whispering while staring at Yoongi, “He’s such a hunk! I don’t know what you did but damn girl, you caught a good one.”
If only she knew the real reason why he’s with you in the first place, you think with a bitter smile. If not for getting a cat, then you would have never been so close to a man, you would continue your life as a workaholic that couldn’t find themselves a significant other.
Yoongi was not a significant other, he was technically your cat, it’d be weird to start dating your cat now wouldn’t it?
“Have you guys… done it yet?”
“Wow you’re so innocent,” your friend coos, gesturing all over at Yoongi’s body, “I mean look at him, I’m sure you couldn’t keep your hands off him.”
You sputter, realizing the question and vigorously shook your head, “Fuck no! W-we’re not dating if you thought that way!”
She gives you a frown, before waggling a finger in his direction, “You’re telling me you have a gorgeous man in your house and you’re not even together… not even a hook up?”
If only she knew, you think bitterly, noticing Yoongi watch you curiously as you two converse about him.
“Why’d you buy him clothes huh, if I remember correctly, those clothes he’s wearing right now, we picked out together.”
Because he had nothing else to wear, you think, completely bare in my bed.
Fuck. Your whole face bleeds red as both Yoongi and your friend stare at you like you’ve grown a second head.
“Uhhh… did I say that out loud?”
“So if you’re back to human now, are you good then?”
You decided to take out Yoongi after that embarrassment, kicking out your friend, and hurriedly bringing him to the nearest park to venture. That’s how you’d like for it to play out, but in actuality, you wanted to go clear your mind of your dirty thoughts and Yoongi up and decided that he was going to follow you despite you protesting against the idea. Clearly, he won, and was soon constantly complaining every few minutes about the converse highs you bought him, but you told him to suck it up and he would eventually shut up.
Shaking his head, he sighed, his hand rising to finger the linked chains resting over his collar, the metal cold to the touch.
“As much as I’d like to say that I am, unfortunately, no I’m still under a curse.”
Leaning over, you remember the chains that both human and feline Yoongi possessed. Cautiously, poking at the necklace, you look up at him, noticing from your angle how sharp his jaw is and how breath-taking it is to merely look at him from the side. “Does this chain mean anything?”
“Apparently it’s what seals the curse,” he pouts, an expression you find rather adorable, “I’m not sure what it’s going to do, but it’s possible I could switch forms any second–”
Yoongi stops himself, a sharp inhale interrupting his sentence as he squints at something over your shoulder. You can tell the way his eyes glaze over in hatred, turning into slits you find very cat-like.
His tone holds malice and irritation as he stands and grudgingly stalks his way passed you, leaving you with a gruff, “I’ll be right back, stay here.”
And when you turn, you wish you hadn’t, the sight sparks a flame inside you. A feeling you know so well, that ugly little green monster making its usual appearance, however this time, very much more intense than the other times you’ve been jealous.
There’s something about the way Yoongi casually saunters up to a rather beautiful, maybe even model-worthy, woman who casts both Yoongi and oddly you a cynical smirk with her lips shaded a brilliant scarlet. Her eyes holds secrets, and it sets an ominous feeling in your stomach as she holds your gaze for a brief moment before focusing on the man before her.