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Unknown#05666 ( BTS fanfic )

Information providing an insight to the AU I created before reading:

Species and how common they are (higher percentage = more common) :
-50% hybrids
-10% werewolf
-10% vampire
-10% witch
-8% Demons
-5% paladin
-3% phoenix
-3% angels
-1% nephilim

Ranking System: (higher %=more common)
S: Servus 60% - (Latin for servant)
O: Oberarzt 20% - (originates from the military rank - first lieutenant)
B: Baro 15% - ( Latin for Baron )
A : Argbed 4% - (originates from class of military commanders in charge of castles and fortresses )
D: Deorum 1% - (Latin for deity)

Basic facts:
- every A rank or higher mate couple has to drink the blood of his or her mate
- the higher the rank the quicker they will bond with each other
- After forming a mating bond, the mates will bare each other’s clan symbol
- bond marks can either be romantic (soulmate bonds) or platonic (team bonds)
- polyamory and same sex couples are perfectly normal
- Population consists of alpha, betas, and omegas but each of them can be either dominant or submissive
- Each species has its own clan


Namjoon flattens the crumpled parchment against the granite marble top. The scrawling onyx ink discloses tonight’s match information.

11:30 P.M.

Seoul Arena

Teams: Bangtan vs. EXO

Deca-natural Seoul Preliminary Competition

The descending sun breaks through the kitchen curtains. He buries his face in the arm of his soft purple sweater, sighing.

He had been studying for the physics exam next week in the library when Jackson called begging for him to aid the BTS match tonight. The pure desperation in Jackson’s voice and his sense of duty compelled him to accept even as his inner being screeched for him to refuse.

What is he thinking? Getting involved with the supernaturals. It’s suicide. They are selfish. They are conniving. They are incapable of caring.

However much the omega yearns to feel the hum of pure energy pounding through his body, Namjoon has lived long enough to know matches have evolved over the hundreds of thousands of years to a battlefield of blood, revenge, and hatred. The teams compete to claim territory and supplies from the sponsors and government.

The most pressing problem - He lives on borrowed time. The elders granted one free lifetime after a millenia of servitude and reincarnations. If he had been forced to live through another life doing their every bidding he would have killed himself again.

He has died various ways. Numerous times. Every method different; however, even if he kills himself, he is always resurrected. A price for the deal he struck.

The kettle’s whistle snaps him out of his thoughts. He grabs the loose tea leaf canister, the only memory of his human parents. He drops a few leaf fragments into the cute cat mug. The scalding liquid swirls the brittle pieces. The clear water transitions to faint green - just how he likes it. The sweater’s lavender sleeves prevent the omega’s fingers from burning. He giggles. The steam warms Namjoon’s face as he lifts it to his lips. The hot liquid warms his throat and soothes his mind. Ok. Maybe it’s not exactly the tea but the white powder he slips into the drink. It numbs the continuous pain that cripples his body - a body languishing from lack of a bond.

BTS…He recalls they’re one of the more lenient teams - sons of rich government officials, drug lords, and supernatural superiors. Every fortnight he spectates their mock public duel against other groups. The bleachers often filled. He sits far away but close enough to show interest.

As the matches begin, it’s a flurry of colors and streaks of light. Only trained eyes can keep up with all the movement. He easily tracks their movements. The students look to the monitors that slow down all the competitors’ movements. The blues now human bodies sprinting, clashing weapons that ignite sparks, and spell circles performing a variety of magic.

He observes their diverse fighting styles and weapon preferences, noting their magical compatibility. Namjoon keeps up with modern trends even relieved from duty. He admires Bangtan’s strong dynamics - the way they swiftly cast spells and proficiently handle their weapons.

Everyone admires them. Everyone fears them. Each as deadly as the next. They’re princes, tyrants, monsters - all surrounded by a dark aura that warns others to keep their vicinity.

BTS operate without an omega.

Omegas or submissives are usually in charge of supporting the team. They rarely participate in the physical fighting, instead casting spells that support the other members whether it be to enchant the weapons or increasing stamina. They monitor the battle from afar, taking into account possible ambushes and the most efficient way to eliminate the enemy.

It’s an unspoken rule that no one kills nevertheless, that doesn’t prevent some from gravely injuring enemies.

Those who fall under the Oberarzt rank are usually the most capable healers.

If the duel calls for a supporter, then Jungkook, their submissive A-rank beta, fills in but this competition requires an omega. Something about promoting cooperation between all subspecies.

That’s where Jackson fit into the picture. BTS announced to everyone who owed them a debt that it would be paid off if they could find an omega that meets their rigorous standards for the competition

Whether it’s drugs or pulling strings BTS has the capability to execute any task, but they demand a heavy heavy price for every job. A declaration of that magnitude caused a flurry on campus. No one wants to owe BTS a debt for too long. People scrambled about, volunteering a variety of omegas, but none reaching Bangtan’s expectations.

Golden sparks materialize around his fingertips when he grips the mug just a little too hard. Thankfully Namjoon had carved a fortifying rune on the mug’s bottom - Jackson’s gift for placing 1st the 10nth time in a row last week for the quarterly assessments.

Jackson knew Namjoon didn’t care for lavish things. The omega preferred things of emotional value. Things that whispered, ‘ Yes I know you. I know you enjoy and take comfort in this. Yes I care for you.’ Material objects such money and luxurious homes lost their appeal lifetimes ago.

Namjoon remembers residing in a large mansion with others of his kind. Creme columns and colorful mosaics. Training everyday. Laughing together. Tall evergreens, midnight bonfires, and star gazings.

Everyone assumes Namjoon ranks as an S-class submissive. As the weakest rank, the Servus can only cast the most basic of spells. They run only a little faster than humans can.

Namjoon’s mannerisms scream submissive no matter what lifetime or form he takes on. His student ID states that Kim Namjoon is an S rank half human half vampire hybrid. The vampire part explains his need to drink blood. He doesn’t drink directly from the source. At least not yet during this lifetime. He buys bottled blood the government supplies to the university. “Providing for the next generation,” they said.

Hybrids compose the largest portion of the population. They can inherit any abilities from the species they’re parts of. For example, vampire hybrids can acquire the blood thirst, superhuman speed, strength, etc.. They could inherit one, all, or none. It’s all luck and how much one can withstand psychologically and physically. The human part makes him seem small and insignificant - just how he wants.

Namjoon does everything to hide his rank. He runs as fast as the other rank S submissives, pulls punches, and performs only the simplest spells.

No one bats an eye. Most people want to show off their skills. Who would willingly belittle themselves and hide their power? No one unless they have a secret… like Namjoon.

Although the ranked as the #1 submissive, Namjoon categorizes himself under S class. The university offers discretion to all its top students. Technically he isn’t lying. He has all the traits of every class and levels. One of the traits of his kind.

Monthly mock tests are taken in large groups allowing students to constructively criticize hence why Namjoon only tries hard enough to be average, never dropping to the bottom but also never scraping the top. He can’t draw attention.

The school posts the results for everyone to see on the announcements board.

The quarterly assessments, however, reveal only the top 10 students. Since the tests are taken individually no one knows the omega’s identity.

To him, the trials are ridiculously easy. Summon your weapon. Fight against a member of the national team. Hold your own for 30 seconds and rank in the top 10 automatically. Additional points for using all other magical abilities. He never earns those points, instead choosing a pre runed weapon and casting only basic spells. He calculates how much he has to do just to be #1. Any more and the university would be curious.

Afterwards, Namjoon always checks the anonymous box.

Namjoon is first place: Unknown # 05666. Jackson is the only one who knows.

Alphas and teams recruit members through test results. High ranking submissives are highly sought after and courted by many teams as soon as the results are released. They love being showered with attention. They have nothing to hide. Every submissive wants a capable alpha and the easiest way is to test compatibility within teams. The courting process involves investigation of the individual before joining.

Although Namjoon can’t deny his yearning for an alpha, he values his secrecy more, so the white powder became his companion. The Flos dolor - 10 times stronger than any drug the government knows of, just enough to lessen the skull splitting pain to a dull ache he’s all but used to, something only his species immune system can withstand.

It’s not that he hates battling. It’s not that he isn’t capable of competing. The pressing problem other than keeping his rank a secret is that he needs a grounder. His species requires an alpha dominant to control and keep him sane when power rushes through his body and narrows his consciousness to solely serving, supporting, and strategizing.

He had been in the top ranks before released from duty. His name widely known. The omega had been one of the best if not the best, but one can only remember so many lifetimes and memories before becoming overwhelmed and weary. He had lost too many people, fought too many battles.

Jackson had shown BTS Namjoon’s specs earlier today - his real ones. Jin had shoved Jackson against the classroom walls denting the brick wall, asking if he was joking about knowing the top ranking submissive.

The lecture hall became silent. Jin’s oppressing aura prevented anyone from helping Jackson. No one interrupted the regis , the king, unless they wanted a bounty over their heads.

BTS approved of him as their submissive or rather they approved of Unknown #0566. No one has ever suspected him.

Jin, the leader of BTS, had told Jackson that they wouldn’t need the omega to fight, but rather strategize and support where necessary.

Namjoon is more than fine with the arrangement. Ecstatic even. They probably think he is the run-of-the-mill omega. He laughs, imagining their reaction once they see him. He bets 1 million won they’ve never heard of him.

Needless to say news had traveled quickly and now everyone is traveling to see the match. Namjoon predicts all the seats will be filled.

He senses the impending headache. His identity will be revealed to BTS by tonight. He has no doubt they’re smart enough to connect all the dots. All the members rank in the top 20 of their designed subspecies and rank - in the monthly mock and quarterly assessments.

Opening his burgundy mahogany closet, Namjoon grabs a black duffle bag, shoving in top grade battling gear and choker that would form a bond between him and BTS and mark him as their submissive. By tonight he will bare one of their marks.

He shudders, recalling the last time someone wanted to mark him. How it ended in tears, broken bonds, and blood…. So much blood.

He removes his glasses and looks in the mirror. The browns flash to a blazing gold with a ring of light around it and back. His lightly tan skin glows, purple hair fluffy, and lips swollen from always biting on them. The omega dons a heavy winter coat and drops his keys with the little ryan keychain into his bag. He makes sure to lock his apartment before walking to the arena. Not that anyone would be able to break in with all the runes, spells, and talismans he put up.

The biting wind nips at his cheeks turning them to a light wash of rose. His breath escapes as a cloud. He rubs his fingers together, trying to gain warmth. It’s fall now. The trees barren with early sunsets and foreshadowing snow. His converse rhythmically tap against the cement sidewalk as he travels to the arena.

God what is he thinking? Walking towards the one thing he avoided this lifetime, but then he remembers the scent of the forest. How that’s still the one constant in his life. The way it comforted him when self-hate and distress absolutely decimated him. Jackson’s scent.

After walking for half an hour, the arena appears. He tugs up the heavy coat’s hood seeing the line of students already forming. They’re probably hoping to see Unknown #05666. How stupid. One would think that #05666 wouldn’t easily reveal their identity like that if they kept it a secret for so long.

He remembers Jackson telling him about a competitor’s entrance. Locating it, Namjoon swipes his student key card - the one with #05666’s barcode, entering into the lobby. BTS must have notified the coordinators he is their omega. Swerving right, he walks toward the receptionist. He tugs down the navy knitted scarf and smiles.

“I’m here for Bangtan.” He shows her the parchment.

“Ah yes yes. Here to fill the omega position aren’t you? May I ask for who sent you?” Her purple eyes widen. Witch. Probably wondering if he is the rumored #0566. Jiwoo, her name tag reads.

“Wang. Jackson Wang.” Namjoon softly replies while nervously clenching and unclenching his hands on the duffle bag’s strap that digs in his shoulder.

“Alright. You can go up now. Top floor.” She passes him a silver key card, the ones used to open into the team rooms for the matches. There’s still another 3 hours til the match begins.

Namjoon thanks her and starts walking down the hall as scents start to overwhelm him: fresh linen, old paper, sunshine and rain alongside another. One that makes his neck itch, wanting to be bitten into. To be claimed. To submit - Mocha. A bittersweet coffee smell. His heartbeat escalates. It’s been so long since he allowed himself to bask in scents other than Jackson’s. The silver scent blocker band usually around his right arm that dulls scents left on top of his dresser.

His throat dries up as if the bottle of water he drank on the way here was nonexistent. It’s been so long since he last quenched his thirst with fresh alpha blood. He groans, imagining the taste similar to that of a long sip of a mocha from his favorite cafe as his fangs pierce skin and blood flows into his mouth.

He halts in front of a large wooden door with a card scanner to the right and golden plaque stating it’s the BTS home base. He swipes the silver card and the light turns green but the door doesn’t open. Instead a spell circle starts to sear the dark red wood and a second later 5 other spell circles appear and start glowing. It’s a test.

In a split second Namjoon plants his feet and throws up a high level protection spell. A large lightning bolt and raw energy slams into him. His spell absorbs and converts it to energy that flows through him.

Sparks flicker on his clothes and hair. Great. Now his heartbeat feels like it’s gonna stop at any moment. An energy high. It flows through his veins, flickering against his fingertips, and gives his mind a kickstart.

He punches the door straight on, shattering the spell circles. He shoves the door open. Fuck them. Fuck the repair costs. If it had been anyone lower than A-rank he is 100% sure they would be suffering from major injuries. A spell of that magnitude needs a caster that can summon a spell instinctually. Any hesitance and they would be knocked out to say the least.

As fast as his rage escalates, it simmers away. The members are all in various states of undress. Not good. No. No. No. No. The strength and pheromones in the room trigger his mind to slip and regress.

Namjoon’s amber eyes widen before he releases a squeak. The omega throws his palms over his eyes, squatting down. His face flushes and he stutters while his brain short circuits. All submissive omegas of his species age regress. It’s not a kink or preference but an instinctual trait. Similar to closing your eyes when sneezing or blushing when embarrassed.

“Oh my god. I-I-I’m sorry for b-barging in. I d-d-didn’t know you guys were c-changing…” His voice cracks. Breathe. Breathe. It’s not like you’ve never seen mean half naked before Namjoon. He’s seen much more but it’s just been so so long.

A high pitched laughter echoes through the room.“ JACKSON DID NOT MENTION HE WAS THIS CUTE! CAN WE KEEP HIM!? PLEASE JIN HYUNG?!”

A tall figure stops in front of him, prying the omega’s hands away from his face. The beta’s hair is a faint pink and slate blue - Hoseok if he recalls correctly. “ Hey there, my name’s Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi little one. What’s your name?” His cooing voice calms Namjoon. He decides he likes Hobi. He has a kind face. He must have knowledge of Namjoon’s state of mind.

Namjoon slowly blinks not realizing how close Hoseok is,“N-N-Namjoon. K-Kim Namjoon.” He stutters slightly when he realizes Hoseok is still topless. The sight of abs, muscles, and tan skin isn’t helping. Nope. Not at all.

He smiles up at Hoseok, dimples forming, eyes glowing.

Hoseok’s purple eyes stare at him, “Yup. Certified cutie.”

The beta hugs Namjoon, pressing them impossibly close together while thrashing around. His nose right at the beta’s collarbone.

Hobi smells like a warm spring day. The kind where you lounge in a park, reading a book while listening to soft piano on the grass. Those days are his favorite, where he has his favorite bitter mocha latte and lays in the park area near the philosophy hall with a homemade lunch.

“Yah! Jung Hoseok stop smothering him and let him breathe. Sit him on the couch. Jungkook grab his bag.” Jin - he assumes. Namjoon can’t tell from where he’s smushed again Hobi’s neck.

The older easily picks him up while moving to wrap the omega’s arms and legs around the beta’s body.

“You have to let me go Joonie. I gotta finish changing.” Hoseok laughs while stopping in front of a wine colored couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows. Nap? Probably not. Namjoon loves napping. Especially when he’s wrapped in his favorite Ryan quilt with the heater humming in the background.

“Ok.” Namjoon utters,letting go. He looks around. Specialized gloves for handling weapons lie on the table lining the perimeter of the room. Classical paintings at certain intervals. Miscellaneous clothing pieces scattered around.

Jin, regis , relaxes on the black leather couch in front of Namjoon. People weren’t exaggerating when they whispered about his dominating presence.

Loose black and white button up and jeans. Dark sneakers. Dirty blonde hair.

“Interesting. An S-Rank submissive omega and little. Did Wang send you? I’m curious as to how he stumbled across someone like you.” Although the elder smiles the dominant alpha pheromones demand Joon to answer. Nothing less from the son of Seoul’s reigning mafia boss.

Namjoon struggles to piece his thoughts together. For Jackson. For Jackson. He tries to ignore the scent of mocha slowly growing stronger. Keyword - Tries. It clouds his thoughts. “Yes Jin-ssi. J-Jackson hyung s-sent me.”

A boy with round grey eyes makes his way next to Jin, unabashedly sitting himself on Jin’s lap and burying his nose against Jin’s scent gland. Jungkook, he guesses. One of Jin’s two mates.

Jin doesn’t bat an eyelash allowing the boy to continue his ministrations, “So tell me Namjoon are you Unknown #05666? My guess is yes, but I have to make sure. I’m impressed that you weren’t incinerated from my protective spell and runes. Too bad the same can’t be said for the 3 before you.”

The pure surge of pheromones from Seokjin causes Namjoon to flinch and bare his neck whimpering. In his little state, the omega is weaker and easily influenced by the alpha. He squeezes his eyes shut while struggling to take a breath, “ C-Could you possibly lower your dominance level just a-a tad bit? I can’t t-think or breathe. ”

Namjoon’s head begins to pound. No wonder BTS declined all the volunteered omegas today. Anyone else and they would be half- conscious on the floor.

Seokjin’s eyes widen to an almost comical level and he would have laughed if he wasn’t struggling to breathe.

Another male makes their way over to Seokjin and settles himself on the other side. Taehyung. The one that smells like fresh linen sheets. He lightly strokes Jin’s jaw whispering against his ear, “Jinnie, we have to let Joonie breathe if he’s gonna help us right?”

Thankfully, the pheromones retreat and Namjoon tries very very hard to remember what Jin asked him, “Yeah. Yes. I-I’m Unknown #05666. And honestly isn’t an A grade protection s-spell a little t-t-oo much as a greeting.” Namjoon retorts while rummaging through his bag to get his real ID with the barcode and identification number.

The way Jungkook and Taehyung cuddle themselves against Jin’s body makes Namjoon feel as if he’s intruding on something private.

He hands the golden card to Jin looking down, blushing. “H-Here you go. You will have to register me right? Now you can just scan me in.”

Jin accepts it while stroking the top of his mates’ heads, “I’m intrigued Namjoon. What could Wang have possibly done for you to reveal yourself? You’ve remained hidden for 3 years at the university and now you’re willingly throwing it away.” Both Jungkook and Taehyung burrow themselves deeper into Jin’s sides.

The omega wants someone to care for him that way. He wants an alpha. Is that too much to ask for?

Namjoon whispers, “I owe him much more than this Jin-ssi.” He does.

Jin nods while looking over the card. Satisfied, he holds it up in the air. Hoseok immediately stands up, walking over. “ Go register him for the match Hobi-ah.”

“On it hyung.” Hoseok leaves to the registration desk. No hesitance. Complete subordinance and respect.

“C-could I change now?” Namjoon inquires and Jin nods gesturing to a spot where other bags are piled high on top of each other.

The omega is only slightly embarrassed about changing in front of others, but he’s familiar with how this generation loves to show off their physical forms.

“Jimin and Yoongi returning soon Namjoon. Better hurry if you don’t want an audience.” Jin teases with a slight smile.

Namjoon would laugh but he’s slightly intimidated by Jin. He’s heard too many rumors and knows at least 80% are true. Even if he’s off duty, others of his species look out for him, updating him on everything.

He picks up the pace, grabbing the midnight long sleeve shirt sitting on the table and changing the rest of his clothes efficiently. He grabs the choker and slips it around his neck. “Ji-”

“Call me hyung for the love of God. I’m not old. Plus if we’re gonna work together mind as well be familiar right?” Jin attempts to be friendly, but Namjoon notices how he struggles.

“What should I do about the bond?” The omega gestures to the plain black choker that clings to his neck. A familiar feeling no matter how long it’s been.

“Let’s wait until all of us are in the room. We can decide whose sub you want to be then.”

It’s one of the rules. To be a registered submissive in a match you must have a bond with one of the members whether it be romantically or platonically.

Namjoon nods while putting on different arm bands to enhance his abilities during the match.

He’s about to remove the golden scent inhibitor band so they familiarize his scent when Hoseok barges in. Two people trail behind him. Short. One with regal blue hair. The other a cotton candy pink.

Namjoon’s eyes flicker golden with a ring of light around it. Double not good.

His erratic heartbeat can be heard by anyone at this point. Too fast. Too loud.

He takes a deep breath. Mocha. It’s from the pink haired one. The omega’s breathing quickens. Submit Submit Submit. Namjoon’s mind shuts down.

Pink hair finally swivels his head toward Namjoon.

Jimin. Fuck. Shit. Damn. Park Jimin. It’s Park Jimin. Son of the leader of Supernaturals.

It’s utterly overwhelming. His mind slips alongside the golden scent inhibitor band, clattering onto the dark marble flooring. He starts falling to his knees. The room is silent.

Hoseok is about to rush to his aid, but Jin stops him.

The alpha knows, has suspected the moment Namjoon entered the room. His Jungkook is an A-rank submissive beta who can hold against even Jin pretty well. Jungkook is #2 on the quarterly rankings. There was no way Unknown #05666 was a S-rank omega submissive.

A pink blur slams Namjoon against the cold wall. The emotional high blocks any pain he would have felt. Namjoon bares his neck. Mate submit mate submit submit.

Jimin’s scarlet eyes bore into him. Phoenix.

Tentative touches sears into Namjoon’s skin, lights it on fire.

The coffee scent engulfs Namjoon completely. He can’t smell anything else. His mind focused solely on his alpha. His alpha.

Pheromones cloud his mind and simulate a subspace.

Jimin opens his mouth, tongue wetting his lips. His mate has really really nice lips.

“Mate.” The alpha speaks slowly, enunciating his words once he notices Namjoon’s glazed eyes,

“I’m going to mark you. Do. You. Understand?”

It is not uncommon that mates mark each other when they first meet. The stronger their statuses the harder it is to resist the bond and primal urges.

Namjoon’s mind can barely make out anything, but Jimin’s voice he pierces through his hazy mind. “Yes. Etiam sic intelligo. I understand.”

Jimin’s chest rumbles. An instinctual reaction. He’s pleased mate speaks the Phoenix’s native tongue. Beautiful. The words flow delicately almost as if it’s a sonnet composed only for the younger.

The alpha bends his arm backwards. Red runes inscribe themselves onto the floor. A barrier and warning for anyone who would dare to interrupt - they would be immediately set on fire - phoenix fire which can’t be extinguished.

Jimin observes his omega. Soft purple hair. Jimin’s hands entangle in the strands and wander, exploring the omega’s supple golden skin.

His mate’s eyes flutter closed whilst leaning into Jimin’s palm. He growls lowly. Although he loves how complacent and submissive his mate is, he yearns to see those eyes again.

Jimin whispers demandingly, “Aperi oculos tuos. Nomen? ” (Open your eyes. Name? )

Namjoon obeys. His eyes open. Gold? Honey? Jimin just knows that they’re beautiful. The ring of light alongside the shifting shades of yellow rival the sun.

“N-N-Namjoon.” Namjoon’s fangs descend. Thirsty. Mate. Blood. Is this how Tantalus eternally suffers, reaching for the fruit just out of his grasp? He’s so so thirsty. Dear gods. Please. Please. Please.

Jimin understands and gently lowers them to the floor. Golden irises never leave his scarlet.

Namjoon tightly wraps his arms around Jimin’s shoulders and legs around the younger’s waist. His nose buried in the junction of Jimin’s neck underneath freshly dyed pink hair. He can’t get enough of the alpha’s scent. Doesn’t think he can live without it anymore.

“ Paratus?” (Ready?) Jimin lowers his head to Namjoon’s neck.

How long has he been waiting for this. How many millenia? How many lifetimes? How many reincarnations? He’s been ready for eternity .

Namjoon whimpers, begging desperately, scrambling to remember his Latin, “ Etiam, please. ” (Yes, please)

In a completely vulnerable state, the jasmine scent hits Jimin full force. The way Namjoon begs him oh so sweetly with tears slightly wetting the younger’s neck forces Jimin’s absolutely primal side to emerge. He tilts his head to the right and buries his fangs into Namjoon’s soft skin. Nothing has ever felt so right. So satisfying.

The sweet blood floods Jimin’s mouth and he groans. It’s the taste of hot tea after walking through a blizzard or a fireplace on a cold night.

A second later Jimin feels fangs break skin on the left side of his neck. He can feel his blood satisfying his mate. There’s something absolutely primordial and passionate with the blood exchange.

The choker on Namjoon’s neck glows a blinding white and melts to scarlet ink that travels across tan skin forming the symbol of Jimin’s clan - precisely where the alpha bites. Two wings and swirling feathers appear where Namjoon pierces Jimin.

They stay in that position until both have had their fill. They have never been as satisfied as they are now. Nothing compares to the taste of your mate’s life essence.

A series of runes inscribe themselves on both their right wrists. Namjoon’s Scarlet and Gold. Jimin’s Gold and Silver. A mental link snaps into effect and a sense of peace settles.

They both know. They both say, “ Ostende te.” (Show thyself)

Only packs, teams, and mates reveal their natural forms.

Although Jimin senses Namjoon’s slight hesitation an overwhelming amount of trust flows across the newly formed link. Jimin swells with pride. His mate trusts him.

Fiery wings emerge from the alpha’s back, a myriad of burgundy, marigold, and neon orange. They emit a heat that encases Namjoon. He reaches out and grazes the wing’s surface. It’s similar to a plush pillow but a thousand times softer. The elder thinks he can fall asleep on them and never wake up.

Jimin is about to ask where Namjoon’s wings are when seven spell circles surround the omega. Obsidian runed chains appear around Namjoon and he can sense the absolute fear and worry Jimin feels for him.

“Bene sum.” (I’m okay) The omega runs his fingers down the side of Jimin’s face. He doesn’t think he’s done anything in his lives that warrants him such an alpha. Can’t fathom how he deserves Jimin.

One by one the spell circles shatter, releasing a strong wave of energy that throws the rest of BTS against the walls.

Their hands are warm and somehow fit just right.

The last spell circledissolves, leaving behind and unveiling Namjoon’s large white, silver, and golden wings. They glow and Jimin wants to touch the soft feathers, so he does.

The younger tugs Namjoon into his chest and kisses him even as their wings move to touch and something awe some happens…The colors on each of their wings travel to the other’s. Reds, oranges, golds, whites, and silvers, merge into a new combination… A sign that their bond is true, real, and everlasting.

Blood lingering on their lips and they kiss like the other is their sun, moon, and stars. Tastes of jasmine and mocha linger on lips and a raging inferno burns in their souls. They ravage each other until Namjoon pushes Jimin away, running out of breath and swallowing in deep gulps of air. Both hands are still in the other’s hair, eyes primal, and wings entwined.

A whistle sounds through the air, “That’s was the most intense bond formation I’ve ever witnessed. Porn for the heart honestly.”

They both look up and of course it’s Hobi who said it while back hugging Yoongi. Namjoon doesn’t remember if they’re bonded yet. He thinks the beta is still courting Yoongi.

The rest are still attempting to comprehend what happened, clothes wrinkled from being flung at the wall. Energy saturates the air.

Jimin turns them around so that Namjoon is leaning back onto Jimin’s chest and they face the rest of the team. Even though Namjoon is taller they make it work. Resting his head on the older’s shoulder, Jimin wraps his arms around Namjoon’s middle.

Surprisingly it’s Jungkook that speaks up, “ Okay.Let me get this straight. Jackson’s recommended omega submissive a.k.a. unknown #05666 is Namjoon who’s also our Minnie’s mate and they basically just had soulmate sex in front of all of us. ”

Namjoon nods flushing, “S-s-sounds ‘bout right. Yes.”

Jimin just continues to bury himself into Namjoon’s scent. Namjoon feels warm. Maybe he won’t need the flos dolor as often anymore.

Taehyung steps forward, “ … uhmm Minnie?”


“Could you perhaps remove the runes? I prefer to not combust into flames and be turned to ashes. Thank you very much.”

Jimin only grunts and even ignores Jin when he asks.

At this point Namjoon understands they need to battle preparations. He raises his right hand, “Concutite.” (shatter) and swipes to the right. The magic comes easily to him. The red runes lift themselves and shatter into miniscule pieces. Namjoon senses Jimin’s happiness at using his native tongue to cast spells.

Yoongi who has been silent whistles, “Damn,” while pointing to Namjoon who only smiles, dimples forming, “Jin he just repealed Jimin’s rune barely lifting his arms.”

The rest of the pack moves closer, seating themselves in a circle near the pair since Jimin adamantly refuses to release Namjoon. New mates need to remain near their other half after bonding. No exceptions.

Voices start forming, questions directed at Namjoon, all rising above one another in an effort to be heard.

“Who even taugh-”

“Can you teach me how t-”

“Quiet!” Jin stares at Namjoon.

“I’m glad you found your mate and it solves the issue of whose submissive you were gonna be,” Jimin releases a loud growl at this, “… but after that whole scene, although you are automatically part of the team since you are bonded to Jimin, I have to ask… Namjoon what are you?”

The question sends an onslaught of panic down the link but Namjoon calms himself. His mate wouldn’t allow them to hurt him. It’s better he doesn’t keep it a secret. They would discover it eventually.

Namjoon can also sense Jimin’s slight curiosity. He’s not offended Jin asked. He would be curious if he was in Jin’s shoes.

Namjoon’s voice evens, “ Kim Namjoon. Species: Nephilim.” A collective gasp. They’re all staring in disbelief.

As the strongest breed of supernaturals, the nephilim are the best warriors, healers, and strategists. They have no weakness. Only a handful of them roam the Earth - no more than 10 exist at once.

“…Submissive Omega. Unknown #05666. Rank D.”

Jungkook’s mouth opens without thinking, “Oh my holy shit.”

—– And that’s it for the first chap! I’ll upload more later on but I hope u guys really enjoyed this AU I created leave a comment below so I can get an idea of what you guys think and improve my writing ~(>.
Zodiac Signs as Mythical Creatures

Aries: Ghost
Taurus: Warlock
Gemini: Vampire
Cancer: Demigod
Leo: Witch
Virgo: Demon
Libra: Banshee
Scorpio: Hybrid
Sagittarius: Angel
Capricorn: Werewolf 
Aquarius: Nymph
Pisces: Shadowhunter

A guide to Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark series

Immortals After Dark is a popular paranormal romance series full of sex and violence. It’s fantastic. There are ass-kicking Valkyries, hot-as-hell vampires, even hotter werewolves, and sexy-as-fuck demons. Plus a few other supernatural beings here and there. These immortal creatures, all part of the Lore, fight, fuck, and fall in love while hurtling toward the Ascension, a battle for dominance between immortal factions that occurs roughly every 500 years. 

Warning: This is a violent series. The bad guys and girls in one book often become the “good guys” in the next. Not for those who need clear black-and-white morality tales. Also contains a fair amount of dubious consent and non-consent, especially in the early books.

Want to get started with the series? Here’s a spoiler-free overview. 

Book 1: The Warlord Wants Forever
Nikolai Wroth (vampire) and Myst the Coveted (Valkyrie). Introduces the series. Originally a story within the Playing Easy to Get anthology, it has been recast as the first “book” in the series. After Myst leaves Nikokai suffering from potentially the world’s worst case of blue balls, he vows and takes his revenge against her.
Book 2: A Hunger Like No Other
Lachlain MacRieve (Lykae) and Emmaline Troy (Valkyrie-vampire). First full-length book. After a century of torture, crazed Lachlain takes delicate Emma captive.
Book 3: No Rest for the Wicked
Sebastian Wroth (vampire) and Kaderin the Cold Hearted (Valkyrie). Introduces the Talisman’s Hie, a dangerous contest to please a goddess that requires participants to travel the world completing life-threatening tasks. Kaderin intends to win in order to right an ancient wrong.
Book 4: Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night
Bowen MacRieve (Lykae) and Mariketa the Awaited (witch). Also set during the Hie. Bowen abandons vulnerable Mari in a cave – if he doesn’t save her in days, it’s war.
Book 5: Dark Needs at Night’s Edge
Conrad Wroth (vampire) and Naomi Laress (ghost). Blood-crazed Conrad is locked up in an abandoned mansion by his desperate brothers. A mansion haunted by the ghost of a murdered ballerina.
Book 6: Dark Desires After Dusk
Cadeon Woede (demon) and Holly Ashwin (human). Cade knows Holly is his mate. One problem: She’s human. Another problem: Everyone is trying to kill her.
Book 7: Kiss of a Demon King
Rydstrom Woede (demon) and Sabine (sorceress). Sabine, the Queen of Illusions, tricks and locks up powerful Rydstrom in another plane.
Book 8: “Untouchable” in Deep Kiss of Winter
Murdoch Wroth (vampire) and Daniela (Valkyrie). Story in a duology with Gena Showalter. Ice-queen Daniela experiences incredible pain when touched, which complicates things for her mate Murdoch.
Book 9: Pleasure of a Dark Prince
Garreth MacRieve (Lykae) and Lucia the Huntress (Valkyrie). Lucia takes off on a world-saving quest – which has the side benefit of helping her escape her new mate Garreth. Then he goes after her.
Book 10: Demon from the Dark
Malkom Slaine (demon-vampire) and Carrow Graie (witch). Carrow is captured by an anti-immortal human agency called the Order along with a beloved child. In order to save themselves, Carrow agrees to seduce Malkom, a target living on a demon hell plane wanted by the Order .
Book 11: Dreams of a Dark Warrior
Declan Chase (human) and Regin the Radiant (Valkyrie). Regin is trapped in a cursed cycle with the reincarnations of an ancient berserker. His latest incarnation happens to be in the form of Declan, a leader in the Order who hates all immortals and has just captured Regin.
Book 12: Lothaire
Lothaire (vampire) and Elizabeth Peirce (human). When a being intent on murdering… everyone possesses her, poor and kind Ellie thinks her life is over. Then the morally complicated Lothaire saves her. Now she’ll need to save him back.
Book 13: Shadow’s Claim
Trehan Daciano (vampire) and Princess Bettina (demon-sorceress). First book in The Dacians off-shoot. Trehan, a master assassin, knows he’s meant to be with Bettina, even if she thinks she’s in love with her best friend. He intends to win her hand the old-fashioned way: in a tournament to the death.
Book 14: MacRieve
Uilleam MacRieve (Lykae) and Chloe Todd (human). Chloe is having a bad day. After learning some startling secrets from her father, who then disappears, she ends up kidnapped and on the auction block to be sold off to the highest bidder and tortured and killed for her father’s crimes. Until Uilleam, extremely depressed following horrific torture at the hands of the Order, learns Chloe is his mate…
Book 15: Dark Skye
Thronos (winged demon) and Melanthe (sorceress). As children, Thronos and Lanthe were friends. That changed when Melanthe cripples Thronos. As adults, Thronos saves Lanthe from the Order… in order to take his revenge.
Book 16: Sweet Ruin
Rune the Baneblood (fey-demon) and Josephine (vampire hybrid). Separated from her brother after a troubled childhood, Josephine is left alone and confused about herself. When she encounters Rune rutting on some nymphs in a field, she might have found someone who can give her answers.

Upcoming books:
Book 17: Shadow’s Seduction
Prince Mirceo Daciano (vampire) and Caspion the Tracker (demon). Projected release date: January 30th, 2017. Cole’s first m/m romance, also the second book in The Dacians spin-off. This is being published by Cole’s Valkyrie Press rather than her normal IAD publisher.
Book 18: Wicked Abyss
Abyssian Infernas (demon) and Liliana Barbot (fey). Expected release date: April 25th, 2017. Looks like this one will be a Beauty and the Beast-type story. Hello, catnip!

I could get deep into the mythology of the Lore but I promised a quick overview. So there’s just one last thing you need to know…

Nïx the Ever-Knowing
Nïx is with you from the start. She’s the proto-Valkyrie, the first of her kind. Gifted or cursed with foresight, Nïx weaves – sometimes lucidly – in and out of the lives of those in the Lore, perhaps helping them, perhaps not. Considered so powerful that she may be attaining goddess status, Nïx is thought by some to be actively steering the events of the Ascension. To know her is to love her. Yes, Cole has promised that she will be writing Nïx’s story. No, you’re not getting it anytime soon.

If you’ve read the series and are wondering why I categorized certain characters as I did or stated things the way I did, please assume it was because I’m avoiding spoilers, not because I screwed up.

That’s it (for this guide, at least). Happy reading!

anonymous asked:

another mythical creature au bc fuck it !!!! edd is a demon, matt is a siren-vampire hybrid, tom is a bird-person-thing ?????, and tord is a faun. matt always brags about being an unusual hybrid. 2004-early 2006 era edgy tord always wore baggy sweatpants to hide the fact he was a faun bc "fauns are too soft. im hardcore !!! mcr will never break up !!!" tom always teases tord by calling him billy and joking about how small his horns are compared to other fauns. also ringo is a tiny griffin. -sam

aWWE I love mythical aus

arvallen replied to your post “or maybe bismuth was a different kind of occult forced by the vampires…”

Got a good idea. Bismuth is a powerful vampire/demon hybrid that can imbue the weapons she crafts with her own blood, making them extremely powerful. Forced into slavery by (Whatever the Diamond Authority is in your AU), she works on weapons until Rose saves her and eventually imprisons her for having too many violent tendencies.

i really like this, but i want to stay away from the idea of demons especially when it is tied to bismuth. as in the show, she is complex and morally grey. if i can maybe come up with an alternative to demons or maybe something tied to dark magic etc.

Zodiac Signs as Mythical Creatures

Aries: Unicorn
Taurus: Zombie
Gemini: Vampire
Cancer: Witch
Leo: Centaur 
Virgo: Mermaid
Libra: Fairy
Scorpio: Hybrid
Sagittarius: Angel
Capricorn:  Shadowhunter
Aquarius: Werewolf
Pisces: Demon

Tyler was being dragged to another master when he heard the voice of the only man who could make his entire body freeze, and goosebumps surface to his skin. He was petrified, but he built up enough courage to turn on his heel to look at the vampire-demon hybrid. “Maxwell.” he greeted dryly, “How was prison?

confidesis-muses  asked:

Eshe frowned, her snake-like tongue flickering out from between her lips. "Never seen eyes like yours...What're you..?" The Nagini wondered, her own eyes flickering a slight gold.

Sechy Smiles “I’m A Hybrid Dear,  A Mix Of Demon And Vampire, Call Me Sechy,
And What Are You”

Dark Side II pt.5

You were looking for a killer of 5 women who had mysterious marks on their neck and  you didn’t know that the murderer was closer than you thought…

Thanks for reading! ❤️‍

Vamp!Jungkookie x Reader

/ mature / mention of blood / death /

/ Prologue / Pt.1 / Pt. 2  / Pt. 3 / Pt.4 / Pt. 5 / Pt.6 /Pt. 7 /

The road led to infinity; you lost track of time after the hundredth turn . The sea of the forest devoured everything, leaving only a dark emptiness. Everything was calm and quiet, no sound or animal. Just you, lost and frightened girl who wanted justice.

In your eyes you had still the image of sleeping Jungkook making your heart bleeding. This constantly, uncomfortable twinge in chest wasn’t giving you peace, blurring minds and distracting from road. You wanted so much to forget about the boy, ending this shit and leaving as soon as possible. But he was your best friend, maker of your good memories. Jungkook was someone special, however you didn’t want to admit it, after this.

Your plan was crazy and stupid; you was planning to tell everything to your boss, at the same time dooming those assholes to life in prison. Justice. Just what you wanted, right?

“But what if something goes wrong?” your fingers clenched tightly on the steering wheel at the thought. They were powerful, ruled everything and everyone when  you became smaller and smaller…

Your town showed up after the thousand turn. It was beautiful, illuminated by millions bright lights. Even if it was the late night, this city was never dying, always alive. You speeded up, feeling urge and impatience.

“Whatever” you murmured to yourself, tired of overloaded brain. You didn’t know what will happen next, maybe something good or maybe bad. But the risk was the only way to get out of this endless nightmare.

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darklittlemonsta  asked:

Marceline was once human. When Marcy was but a little girl, her mother does in the mushroom war and therefore Hudson turned Marcy into a vampire so that his only daughter wouldn't die too. Hudson has not had much contact with Marcy as she reminds him of his late gf/wife. Hudson is still coming to terms with the fact that his wife is now dead.

Hunson is a demon and Marceline’s biological father. It was confirmed by Adam Muto and by hints in the show. Marceline is a half demon half human hybrid that got vampirized later on her life.