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CHACONNE icarus

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please....more vampire wonki....i beg....i will give u all i have.....

omg im surprised so many people liked my wonki oneshot it was one of the works i was least proud of but maybe i'll revisit them in the future🤔

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who are you── .✧˚ vampire!wonki x reader

SYNOPSIS── ｡𖦹°‧ poor innocent you. . . you didn't realize that guardian beings don't always come as angels. . .

( .✧˚ ) — genre fantasy fluff thriller yandere (if this constitutes?) wc 2.4k warnings suspense, thriller, violence, still fluffy, flirty reblog & comment

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ever since your 16th birthday, you’ve been feeling on edge.

when you were little, your mother told you about all kinds of legends and stories, one of your favorites being guardians. it is said that on a child's 16th birthday, they are assigned 1-5 guardians to help them for the rest of their life, since parents typically become less involved in their kids' lives.

it’s a story all little kids are told to cope with the idea of growing up and one day not being able to rely on their parents anymore. it’s a story everyone but you has outgrown. you want to believe it’s real. being lonely all your life, the idea that someone is always watching over you and making sure you’re okay is comforting; someone is always there to catch you. you wonder what your guardian (or guardians) looks like. you’ve seen a biblically accurate angel before, and they’re quite frightening, so you hope they look a little more. . . human.

you wonder what your guardian does when you sleep. do angels sleep too?

your friends call you childish. “they don’t even exist,” they say, but you choose to believe they do. you have to believe it, or you’ll go insane.

perhaps you also need an excuse for all the crazy experiences you’ve been having since the day of your 16th birthday.

ever since your 16th birthday, you have gotten everything you wanted, so much so that your friends call you the luck generator. as corny as it is, it’s true. you’ve been very lucky since that day.

on the day of your 16th birthday, everything went smoothly. every single person you invited came, even your friends who previously told you they wouldn’t be able to make it. every single one of their important plans was mysteriously derailed or canceled. at first, you thought nothing of this news. why would you think twice? it’s not like you did anything. you were merely a child, what could you have done? but then, the caterers accidentally made extras, the neighbors heard the commotion and gave you 300 dollars in birthday money, and there’s even an extra gift in your pile that no one seems to have any recollection of, which ends up being the best gift of the bunch.

ever since that day, your life has been different.

you ace every exam, you’re a straight-A student, you get gifts all the time, mysteriously showing up inside your locker or in your room; as if it has just physically manifested there, someone is always kind to you, you’re never lonely, and you always have friends. 

your life is perfect. . . 

kind of.

perfection seems to come at a cost, because since that day, you’ve been attuned to the feeling that someone is watching you. it has gone on so long–so persistent and stubborn–you forget it isn’t normal. you’ve gone through hoops and bounds trying to wash this feeling off your delicate skin, yet it lingers. coats the surface in a suffocating, viscous feeling of paranoia. you’re used to it. used to the way your hair stands up in your pores. at this point, the fear simply sits at the bottom of your stomach. nothing you can do, really.

it’s not just that, though.

whenever you get a boyfriend, for some reason or another, whether reluctant or urgent, they break up with you. everyone who wrongs you in some way pays for it tenfold. they come to you scared, apologizing for their lives, completely in ruin. they end up beat up and bleeding, they end up with some sort of physical or psychological trauma,

to the point where it scares you.,

and to drive it all home, whenever these things happen, something even better happens for you. like an act of comfort from no one in particular. 

‘but angels don’t hurt people,’ you think. 

but what other explanation is there? 

it’s not until one night, when the moon is full and the light cascades over your tear-stained face, that you find out what was watching over you all this time.

you see them clear as day, although the room is soaked in darkness and the light seems to cling only to you–seeking shelter and protection in your presence–you see them. they’re staring at you intently. they study you. unmoving. unwavering. 

you had been crying over a friend, one who betrayed you greatly for no reason other than jealousy,being better than you and bringing you down was her virtue, and it made you feel greatly insecure. you don’t have many close friends, unfortunately, so the ones you do have, you keep near and dear. even though you feel like you spend all your time trying to catch up to them, to be as smart as them, as pretty as them, as friendly as them, there’s always something you lack. you sob, so engulfed in your grief, you don’t notice the door opening.

perhaps they thought you wouldn’t see them, but now you stare at them. now, you wanna cry for a completely different reason.

“we didn’t mean to scare you, dear.” the man is blond and broad. his voice is gentle and soothing, but his demeanor frightens you beyond compare. he stands proudly, back straight and chin raised. he has nothing to fear, not even shame. as gentle as he tries to be, his gaze is fierce and focused. determination radiates off of him like heat does the concrete of your sidewalk in summer.

you shiver.

the other one is silent. stares at you with a tightened gaze. he inspects every inch of your being. his eyes don’t judge, but they analyze. his thick arms are crossed over his chest, and his head is tilted, as if to get a real good look at you, deeper and deeper into your soul. he’s thinking, and for some reason, that scares you more. he’s tall–almost freakishly. easily towering over you; even from across the room, he looms like doom and bad intuition. even the way his black hair sits on his head is menacing.

your tears fall as they stalk forward.

“please, don’t hurt me,” you say, meek as a mouse. they stop in their tracks, gazes softening into a puddle of sympathy.

“why would we ever wanna hurt you, darling?” the blond man sits on the foot of your bed gently. he looks at you sadly. your words seemed to have grazed his skin like a misfired bullet.

in all honesty, he is a little hurt, but he understands. you’re not really supposed to meet your guardians, especially not under these circumstances. most humans would be shocked by “uninvited” guests.

he scoots closer to you, and your breath gets caught in your throat. maybe if you stay still, he’ll leave. though you know that’s not the case, it seems like a better option than running. he leans forward ever so slightly. you can barely feel the bed dipping as he does so. he’s careful not to be hasty and scare you with any sudden movements. he knows you better than anyone, even your own parents, and he knows you’re as skittish as a cat. it’s even more apparent when you look at him with those big, glassy eyes of yours, tracking his every movement very carefully. although a bit reclined and guarded, you wait patiently until you make your next move, just like a kitten does with those they’re unfamiliar with. he holds his hand out like one would, like asking for permission to touch you. when you make no further movements, his thumb kisses the tears off of your left cheek, and you jump from the feeling, but you don't run, nor do you reclude any further; he takes that as a good sign. he moves his hand to caress the side of your face and pet you gently.

“see? you’re okay,” he smiles at you warmly, and even in this darkness, you see two gleaming, sharp fangs as white as snow, front and center in all their glory. you sniffle, but he simply wipes your tears again and pets your head to comfort you.

you’re so focused on him, you don’t notice the tall one making his way towards the bed until he’s right next to you. you jolt, a little cry escaping your lips unintentionally, but he says nothing, nor does he react to it. he simply takes his seat right next to you, snaking his arm over your small shoulder and guiding you into his chest. he kisses the top of your head with tender care as his hand slides up and down your side.

“i’m sorry, darling.” his tone is kind, but the bass in his voice startles you. the blond one chuckles at you, so attentive to every little thing you do. he scoots a bit closer to you.

they can both tell you’re a bit overwhelmed, but it’s okay. they know you well enough to ease your racing heart. you’ll fall asleep soon after; they can tell your eyes are already starting to get heavy.

“who are you?” you sniffle, “what do you want from me?”

they laugh at how cliché your question is because they think it’s cute. you’re a bit annoyed, however, at not being taken seriously.

they introduce themselves, and you find out that their names are jungwon and riki,

you also find out that they’re vampires.

you freeze up a bit. you’ve only heard of vampires in folktales and twilight (read: not that often), but from what you do recall, they’re malevolent and vicious creatures that will even kill just for fun.

you wonder how they got in your house, though. don’t they need to be invited in?

so you ask,

“b-but then. . . how did you. . don’t you need. . .” riki laughs into your hair, then reorients himself so that he can look you in the eyes as he speaks.

“we’re your guardians, dear. our bond to you is our invitation.”

guardians? but aren’t guardians supposed to be angels? everyone talks about guardian angels, so you assumed that all guardians are angels. you assumed that everyone dropped the “angel” cause it was a given–why say the whole phrase when you can shorten it? but apparently, that’s just not the case.

the confusion that worms its way onto your face makes them laugh, and jungwon pokes his finger into your cheek gently. you wonder why you ended up with two guardians. isn’t it usually the one? maybe you needed the extra help and adjustment. truth be told, you’ve always felt very lonely. you never really felt connected with your parents, making friends was hard, and life seemed to stress you out a lot, even as a baby. joy and love were not the first concepts you came to understand. instead, you understood distance and conditionality. you were alone most times, and your parents were often gone, whisking you off to some aunt's house, anyone in the neighborhood willing to watch you. any mistake you made was noticeable, and that was a crime. 

you know your parents love you. . . or maybe you’ve just assumed they do because that’s what you were told. parents love their kids, or they get rid of them. your parents are usually nice and supportive when you don’t make mistakes. that’s just the way things are. maybe you feel a bit lonely, maybe you feel scared, maybe you feel like you’ll never be enough. . .but that will go away with time, right? 

“no need to justify it. bad parents are bad parents.” 

can he read your mind?

“they’re not bad parents. . .they just. . .-”

“-are bad?” riki says it bluntly, in a way that cuts clean through your heart. you want to deny it. they love you, so they’re good parents, right?

“love has to be shown, too. not just spoken,” riki states in that blunt tone of his. his words are very matter-of-fact. he leaves you no grace or forewarning; he’s straight to the point. 

but although his words seem harsh, his hands caress your skin ever so softly, as if the skin on your face will tear if he so much as presses his fingertips in a little too hard. he glides his fingers across the side of your face as he pulls you into his chest once again.

“it’s okay. so long as we’re here, we’ll keep you safe, hm?” jungwon looks at you proudly. he does not doubt his ability to protect you. the number one priority for everything is you, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get you what you need and what you want.

“it’s okay if others disappoint you, we’re still right here.”

you begin to feel sleepy.

“you don’t need to worry about anything. we’ll handle it.” 

your brain feels. . . fuzzy. you’re too tired to dispute anything. life is stressful, and you just wanna sleep. the idea of not having to worry about anything anymore is quite alluring right now, and so is your pillow. your ability to think and reason is dissolving right before you, seeping through the folds of your brain. riki grabs your phone, like he’s done this many times before. you try to look up to see what he’s doing, but you’re just so tired. jungwon hushes you, he lays you down further, and brings the blanket up to your chin. you can hear your phone going off, one chime per second, but jungwon’s got all your attention hooked on him like a baby playing peekaboo. 

the distant ringing isn’t enough to bring you back to your senses.  you drown it out, even when riki urges jungwon to leave, speaking of something getting risky. . .“she needs to be dealt with immediately.”

whatever it is, it’s clearly not your problem, because jungwon kisses your forehead goodnight, telling you to get some rest, not to worry about waking up for school. they’ll be back for you in the morning, and you’ll be able to do anything you want, then. and you drift off into slumber as they leave through your window swiftly.

you don’t need to know where they’re going,

or what they're doing,

or who they’re going to see.

no matter how gruesome the crime is, how malicious and vindictive the motive, it’s not something they will ever let you worry about.

after all, it is their life purpose to protect you.

by all means necessary.

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CHACONNE icarus

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planned the rest of chaconne down to the last second so updates should be coming soon sorry for the delay🥹

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Lwk think it's the ppl who kidnapped yn and are trying to get her back by removing ppl from her life

oh that wouldve been a great plot twist🤔

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hmm very interesting 🤔

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CHACONNE suspicious

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CHACONNE suspicious

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CHACONNE suspicious

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teaser for something im working on!

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CHACONNE suspicious

the room is pandemoniously quiet.

nothing but the man’s harsh clearing of the throat and aggressive writing can be heard throughout the room, yet the silence that surrounds them otherwise is so loud, her ears begin to ring. he taps his pen against the table at a medium tempo as he reads over what he wrote, which she assumes is her recount of events—everything she’s told him so far, but she can practically smell the judgment radiating off of him. his index finger pushes his lip against his teeth as he gazes at the notes, as if he’s found something—as if she’s in trouble.

“you know what i find quite fascinating?”

she does not speak in response, but he takes the way she further stiffens as an answer.

“it seems to me you are connected to each and every one of the victims. . .how does that happen, miss?”

she freezes.

y/n never thought she’d end up in a situation such as this one.

her voice climbs out of her dry throat, “i didn’t do it,” she says, and the interrogator merely chuckles.

“obviously, you didn’t. it’s very clear in the livestream that the perpetrator is taller, got more muscle and build, but that’s not the question i asked you.”

she swallows thickly. she’s nervous, and she doesn’t know why. her eyes begin to hurt, she’s tired and they beg of her to close so they can be done with this wretched dream, this nightmare of a reality.

“it seems to me, you are—in some way— at the center of these crimes. . .you could be the very key to solving these murders, so i need to know, do you have any friends or family that would want to cause harm to your peers?”

her brain just stops

why? why is he asking her as if she’s the god that rules over the playground these events have occurred on? as if she’s somehow more knowledgeable than he is.

“think long and hard. because from the looks of it, you could be in the lineup”

he says it so calmly, but he stares her down harsh.

“i don’t mean to scare you, miss, but these are grave matters. i suggest you keep your guard up, even around those you can “trust”

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CHACONNE suspicious

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love seeing peoples theories on who the killers are for like you’re almost thereeee🤫🤫🤫

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gonna go back and check if anyone asked to be added to the taglists and i didnt see so i hope if you didn’t get added you don’t get too sad im sorry🥲im pretty sure i missed a couple of people

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I love your writing and the way you're directing the story, is so entertaining, but the characters are so infuriating as well, like 'dumb-reckless movie teens' type of annoying, like mannn just stay inside, keep each other company, share locations, stop putting everyone against one another, or at the very least have some respect while talking about other people's deaths

I just wanna kick some of them sometimes, but yeah, I can't wait to see the rest of your work, hope you're taking care of yourself <3

LMAOOO i had to give them that horror movie teen immaturity and stupidity for the atmosphere. thank you so much! im glad you’re enjoying it :3