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The only thing worse than having to flee from your camp from zombies is fleeing it with the person you hate the most.
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Official Courtship Rituals for the Pureblood Wizard by cblaire
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
11 Aug 2021
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The Hogwarts AU where Taehyung’s a pureblooded Slytherin who falls for Jungkook, a muggleborn Gryffindor. When Taehyung gifts him a dark artifact as part of pureblood courting rituals, Jungkook, who knows nothing of pureblood culture, thinks Taehyung is out to curse him. Needless to say, he's terrified. Oops.
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Now a series of independent one-shots, in the same verse!
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“You see all those lost souls out there?” Taehyung said, lifting his hand to motion at the dancing crowd before them.
“They all came here looking for something—salvation, pleasure, or oblivion. But they all came for something.. So, what did you come here for, Jungkook? Tell me your deepest, darkest desire, and perhaps I may make it come true.” Taehyung's voice took on a deeper, almost soulful tone, and Jungkook felt a fog envelop his senses as he blinked up at the older man dazedly.
“You.”『••✎••』
Wrath, known as Jungkook, is a Vice consumed by an unrelenting need for vengeance. To topple his greatest enemy, Pride, he seeks the aid of the only entity dangerous enough to help him: Lust.
But Taehyung, driven by an insatiable thirst for control, offers nothing without a price. As Jungkook cuts a bloody path toward his revenge, he finds himself caught in a partnership where the lines between ally and puppet are blurred.
As the Sins circle one another in a game of power and betrayal, Jungkook must decide whether he’s being saved or seduced into something far worse.
A story of sin, survival, and the quiet cruelty of wanting more.Bookmarked by ian_77
31 Jul 2025
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“My L– lord?” the Prince uttered, voice low and wobbly; tilting his neck, narrowing his eyes in futile efforts to see his monster of a husband through the dark.
“Yes, Peony?”
“I– I can’t see you, my Lord.”
“Peony.” The warm touch left Jimin’s cheeks, holding his hands in a forbearing hold, something overwhelmingly soft brushing his knuckles. “You won’t see me. You must not see me, ever.”