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nightlyrequiem · 19 days ago

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Scream

A new serial killer has been terrorizing the streets of Las Almas. You have an... interesting encounter with her one night while working your first shift at the morgue.

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A/N- I wanted to be a medical examiner when I was twelve. That's not something in my future anymore sadly. Also, no matter how often I write smut I feel goofy doing it, but I think this turned out okay.

Tags/Warnings: Slasher Valeria, Violence, Blood, WLW, Dubcon, FINGERING, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content

There's been another murder. A man found in his car with his throat sliced open. You're starting to wonder if Las Almas was the right town to move to. The fall air is only slightly cooler than the summer air but not enough to count. It's mid-October yet you're still wearing shorts and a tank top. You stand among other bystanders as police and coroners investigate the crime scene. The body was moved a while ago. At first everyone had assumed the murders were related to the ever-growing cartel located right in the town but a video on a victim's phone showed a glimpse of a figure in a white mask. Eyes drooping, mouth elongated into a soundless scream, and realised this was something else entirely.

A man in an official looking suit strides up to the crowd standing at the police tape.

"Go home." He says sternly. "This is real life, not one of those little perverse true crime podcasts." He scolds. The group slowly dissipates. Nobody feeling truly guilty for gawking. You reluctantly turn away and leave as well. Not wanting to be the only person still there. You head back home. You should get some rest anyway. You start your first shift at the morgue tonight.

You groan irritably as your phone alarm blares right beside your ear. Shrill and annoying. You make quick work of turning it off. For a few minutes you lay there on your mattress - you don't have a bedframe yet - and fight back frustration. You can't believe this is what you have to do every day. You're just so tired. You can't fathom having to do this for the next forty-fifty years of your life. Despite the evil voice in your head telling you not to get up, you do. You throw on a simple shirt and pants combo. It doesn't matter because you'll have to suit up anyway. You debate putting on makeup as well but you're so tired and the only people around to see you will be your mentor and a corpse. Those dark circles under your eyes will fit right in.

The drive to the morgue is short. The streets of Las Almas are deserted at night. Dim yellow streetlights adding to the eerie atmosphere. Of course nobody wants to be out at night here. There's an operating cartel and a serial killer on the loose. Your eyes drift to your rear mirror. Just to make sure no ghastly figures are lurking about in your backseat. You park and get out. Grabbing your bag and walking inside. The bright fluorescent lights buzz and threaten to give you a headache and you swallow down the dread at having to spend nine hours here. You didn't take all those medical classes just to give up. Down in the basement your mentor is already suited up. Setting up the tray of tools. He turns and smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. He's an older man. Short and going gray.

"Glad to see you." He greets. "Your scrubs are in that locker over there, get suited up and come join me and I'll go over the basics."

You struggled a bit with putting on the apron and gloves but finally got the hang of it. You walk over to him and do your best to listen as he goes over the tools and their uses. Scalpel, bone saw, enterotome, rib shears. You already know all about them, but it doesn't hurt to get a refresher. It's been a few years since you were in school.

"Okay. Let's go get the body." The man nods. He leads you to the back and you shiver at the drop in temperature. You don't care for it, although you know it's necessary to keep the bodies fresh. The more decayed it is, the harder and more dangerous for you it is to do an autopsy. He shows you how to take the body out from the columbarium and wheels him back to the examining room.

The man's eyes are still open. His lifeless stare creeps you out a bit.

"What do we do first?" Your mentor asks. Staring at you expectantly. You weren't expecting him to ask and you hesitate. Mind blanking.

"Um... we- we drain him." You answer.

"No, we note down any external marks and wounds." He corrects. You mentally facepalm. Of course. That's the obvious answer. You blame it on the dissociative state you're in.

"Right. Sorry." You say.

"It's alright." He says kindly, handing you a notebook and pen.

You walk up to the cadaver and realise just how surreal this is. This man was a person. A son, a child at one point. He had a favourite food, colour. None of that matters anymore.

"I write down his name right?" You ask. Your mentor nods. you shakily scratch down his name. You look him over. There's a scratch on his right wrist. There's a deep, obvious gash along his throat. You inspect the jagged edges of his skin. "... I think this was made with a hunting knife?" You guess. Looking to your mentor. He approaches and inspects him too. Nodding in agreement.

"Correct, anything else?"

You stare at the cadaver. What else are you supposed to look at? Right, his nails. You lift up his big hands gingerly and check under his nails. No visible evidence of skin or blood. You jot down your findings.

One-inch-long shallow scratch, right wrist. Three-inch-long gash along throat, jagged edges, suggests it was done with hunting knife. No other visible external injuries.

You stare at the body and at your notes. Maybe you should check him once more.

"I need to use the washroom." Your mentor mumbles, degloving. He walks out of the room, leaving you alone in this cold, unfamiliar place with a body. You stand around awkwardly for a few moments, your only company being the dead man. You feel suffocated by the weight of the future. What if you never get the hang of this? What if you can't do it? You take a few seconds to breathe. You got your bachelor's degree. You got hired at the morgue. You remind yourself you felt overwhelmed and scared of driving at first too, and now you can do it just fine. If you can navigate college, you can navigate a corpse.

You check him over one more time to see if you were accurate. As you're setting his hand down you stop and look closer. A very short, fine black thread is caught under his thumbnail. You jot it down and carefully pull it out, holding it up to your face. Up close you see it's not thread but a strand of hair. you set it down on the counter in a tray to be looked at later. You shamble closer and stare at him uncertainly. Do you cut him open now or is there something you're forgetting? You look up. Your mentor still hasn't returned. You'll wait before you do anything. The last thing you want to do is mess up an autopsy.

Twenty minutes later he still hasn't returned. You frown and debate with yourself. He could be unwell, and you'd feel awkward about disturbing him while he's on the toilet, but you need to learn, and you can't proceed without him to guide you. You walk out of the room and down the hall. Doors are closed along the walls. The lights out in those rooms. It's quiet. Where are the bathrooms again? You turn down another hallway. Peering down it. You walk towards an opening. Not the bathrooms. Instead, there are tables lined up with cover sheets. All are barren except for one. If a body isn't being examined, it needs to be put away. You put aside your search for your mentor and begin to wheel the body to the body storage area. Your skin prickles into goosebumps. The body's feet are the only part sticking out from under the blanket. It still has shoes on. You stop. You're pretty sure all cadavers are to be stripped of their clothing once they arrive. You'll do that at the columbarium.

You leave him in there and hurry back to the examining room to retrieve fabric sheers. You gasp as something dark darts across the hall.

"Hello?" You call instinctively, then mentally facepalm. What is wrong with you? It's nothing, you decide. Because you aren't sure what you'd do if it was something. You feel uneasy at the silence and your mentor still being gone but you push those fears aside. Morgues hold dead people, of course you're wary. It's no different to a hospital though, both are medical buildings. One's for the living, the other for the dead.

Back in the storage room you approach the body. You grab ahold of the edge of the sheet and pull it off, freezing in place. Your hands tremble and you drop the black plastic sheet. It flutters to the ground. Dark red blooms through his white scrubs on his chest. A clean wound entering and exiting his body. Your mentor stares at the ceiling unblinkingly. Your brain takes a few seconds to comprehend what you're seeing. Your mentor is dead, and he was murdered. You whip around to face the doorway. The hallway is brightly lit. What's the likelihood of his killer still being in the building? Pretty fucking high. The buzzing of the lights and the otherwise silence feels threatening. You grip the fabric shears tightly. Too afraid to move. You picture the murderer standing just beside the door frame, knife poised, waiting to plunge it into your heart.

The body can lose fourteen percent of its blood without much consequence. Fifteen to thirty percent and you risk passing out - although you know that's much lower for you because you cut open your foot one time and almost passed out after losing maybe five percent at most. Forty percent and you die. It depends where your cut or stabbed too. The body has twenty arteries. Any of those get punctured and you'll be dead within five minutes.

You creep forward. Shears raised in defense. You psyche yourself up to look around the corner. Imagining the tip of a wicked blade sinking into your eye socket. Popping that fragile ball of jelly. You look quickly. Seeing an empty hall on both sides. You need to get back to the examining room to get your phone. Call the police. Barricade yourself in the room until they arrive. Your feet softly hit the clean linoleum floors with every step. You make it to the examining room without issue. You quickly rush to your locker and root through your bag for your phone. a sob wells up in your throat, it's not there. You know for certain you put it there.

People are sometimes able to feel when someone else enters a room before seeing them. A shift in the air, a tingle in the spine. Your feel sick with fear. You don't want to turn around, but you don't want to keep your back to the open door. Slowly you turn. In the doorway stands the murderer. Adequately called Ghostface by the public. They're all dressed up. White mask, black hood and tattered robe and all. You two stare at each other for what feels like forever.

"Forget your phone?" Their voice is muffled and gravely and mocking. Almost electronic sounding, like someone talking through a walkie talkie. You watch in horror as they hold out your phone, dropping it to the ground. They raise one foot and stomp down with their heel, shattering the screen and your hopes of getting out of here. "Aren't you pretty." They walk forward and shut the door. Reaching behind themselves to lock it. Your eyes dart towards the tool table. Distressed to find it cleared. All you have are the fabric shears.

You back up, raising them slightly. A show of aggression. Not a good one, but one nonetheless. The figure tilts their head at you.

"What do you think you'll be able to do with those?"

"... Kill you." You rasp. Ghostface just chuckles. "I haven't seen your face, I won't tell the cops anything, please don't kill me." Your voice breaks at the end. Ghostface observes you silently. Looking like the grim reaper. You watch on in confusion as they raise a gloved hand slowly and grip the edge of their mask. Lifting it to reveal the face beneath. A woman in her thirties. Dark brows and eyes that stare right through you.

"Now you have." She murmurs. Sounding far less robotic. She pulls the mask back over her face. "But I don't think I want to kill you just yet."

She rushes at you, throwing the table to the side. You scream and raise your hands to protect your face. The woman grabs you by the shoulders and roughly throws you to the floor, winding you. You gasp and try to crawl away, shears clutched uselessly in your hand. She throws herself on top of you. Straddling your lower back and pressing your pelvis into the hard floor uncomfortably. One gloved hand wraps around the front of your throat and pulls your head back, making it harder to breath. Your back and neck arching in the process.

"Poor thing, all alone." Valeria coos. Index finger rubbing your throat mockingly. "These scrubs are so unflattering."

The sound of tearing makes you cringe. "What are you doing?" You ask shakily. She doesn't answer as she cuts away at your scrubs. Pulling the torn fabric to the side. Her fingers trace along your ribs and waist, making you shiver.

"You're so pretty." She mutters to herself.

She violently tugs down your sweats, exposing your ass to the cool air. Your heart flutters and you flinch. You don't feel as afraid as you should and that alone frightens you. Her palm smooths over your cheeks. Massaging the skin. You breathe heavily, feeling like you're going to pass out. Her hand dips between your cheeks. Prodding along your clothed asshole and cunt. You wore light coloured underwear and know she can see the damp spot beginning to form. Not that it matters, because you can feel the cotton sticking to your wet folds, moulding to their shape. She hums in interest.

"... You're already wet?" She comments. Stroking you gently. "Don't tell me you get off on this."

Your face warms with embarrassment. "I'm not... It's not... get the hell off of me!" It's not death that arouses you. You aren't into dying, or corpses. You don't know why being pinned to the cold floor by a murderer is making your clit throb.

She doesn't get off of you. Instead, she roughly pushes your head down. Your cheek presses against the ground.

"Shut the fuck up." She demands. Rubbing her hand through your folds, soaking your panties even more. She cuts away at your underwear without a care. The air makes contact with your slick unpleasantly. Chilling your weeping core. A leather clad finger prods at your entrance and to your shame you don't protest. Prioritizing your desire to be filled more than the need to flee and call for help. Her finger slips in. The unfamiliar texture of the leather makes you squirm as your spongy walls pull it deeper. She adds another finger, curling them upwards and hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

You tense and gasp. Jerking upwards at the feeling. She sets a fast pace. Pumping her fingers into you with an intensity. Your pussy practically sings her praises as it squelches. You press your face into the floor to hide your shame. Valeria isn't having any of that. She grabs ahold of your hair and yanks your head back.

"You're enjoying this." She taunts. "Sick little freak."

You clench around her fingers. "No I'm - not." You whimper. She gives you a hard thrust in response, pushing a loud whine from the back of your throat.

"You're dripping all over my hand." Valeria retorts, moving her other hand from the back of your head to the nape of your neck.

As if to punish you for your insolence, she presses down and roughly pumps her fingers into you. Droplets of your slick hitting the floor. You feel like a monster for even slightly enjoying this and you do your best to stave off the impending orgasm quickly approaching. It's one thing to enjoy what's happening - it's another to get off on it. Valeria is relentless. Leaning over you and breathing in your ear. You whine and clench around her fingers. Toes curling in your shoes.

"Fuck." You mutter with defeat. You came on a murderer's fingers.

The woman slowly pulls her fingers out, gathering up your wetness. She holds it out in front of your face and spreads her fingers. Translucent strings connecting them, evidence of your debauchery.

"Open your mouth." She murmurs. "C'mon, sweet thing, open your mouth." She forces her fingers between your lips. The taste of blood, leather, and your own juices hit your tongue. You gag as she shoves them deeper into your mouth. When she finally pulls them away, she gives your cheek a quick tap and stands, leaving you on the floor in a puddle of your own release.

"Are you going to kill me?" You whisper.

"Maybe." She hums. "If you aren't useful."

Now that the high is wearing off your left with a cavernous pit in your stomach. Your mentor was murdered, and you happily let the killer finger you. "What? How can I be useful?"

She scoffs. "You're a medical examiner are you not?" She replies impatiently, she leans against the counter and lifts her mask again.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a box of cigarettes and lights one.

"You're not supposed to smoke down here." You mutter.

"I don't care." She says, lighting one and putting it to her hips. "You're going to tamper with the bodies, or lie about how they died, or whatever it is you do."

You close your eyes. "That's... that's so unethical, I can't do that."

She grins at you. "Cumming around a murderer's hand - in a morgue no less - is pretty unethical."

She approaches and squats down, grabbing your chin and making you face her.

"If you don't want me to fucking gut you," She murmurs softly. "then you'll do what I say."

You don't want that. You're of the opinion that your insides belong inside of you. "Okay." You say weakly. You don't have much of a choice.

"Good girl." Valeria hums. she stands and walks towards the doorway, pausing to look at you over her shoulder. "I'll be seeing you again very soon."

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Autumn Court

“She’s late!” Eris's voice thundered through the hallway, his steps echoing on the stone floors of Forest House. You remained composed, waiting patiently as you heard his approach. Knowing full well the fiery storm that would follow.

The doors burst open with a forceful push, and Eris entered into the room like a whirlwind, his expression a mixture of frustration and impatience. He opened his mouth to unleash a barrage of complaints, only to falter as he caught sight of you seated calmly with his mother, sharing tea.

There was that fire. A flicker of it anyway.

You were no stranger to the fiery nature of the Vanserra’s. Lucien had his own, but it was interesting how differently it manifested in them.

Lucien’s heat was like a welcoming hearth, radiating warmth and comfort like a cosy fireplace. But beneath, lurked potential. His fire, always crackling, could easily spread if provoked.

Beron had always been like a volcanic eruption, spitting burning molten fury upon anyone who crossed his path with no warning or restraint.

Restraint was something you felt Eris had a multitude of.

He was different. His fire felt different. Always simmering, on the verge of boiling over but never quite reaching it. It was as if he had learned to temper his flames, dampening them in the presence of his father. Now, with Beron gone, perhaps that simmering intensity would finally have the chance to ignite into something new.

You guessed only time would tell.

Sensing the tension, Lady Autumn, Hestia, intervened with a gentle smile. "I must apologise, my son," she began, her tone soothing. "I simply couldn't resist stealing y/n away for a quick catch-up. Don't hold her responsible when it is I that is at fault"

You couldn't help but smirk, finding amusement in the sight of Eris momentarily caught off guard. His previous expression of frustration changed into something that bore indifference.

As you and Lady Hestia rose to greet him, she enveloped you in a warm embrace, "We're all thrilled to have you here. Oh, how I wish your mother could see you now. She would be bursting with pride." Genuine love left those words. The mention of your late mother stirred a bittersweet ache in your heart, and you noticed how even Eris’ expression softened.

"I'll leave you both to it," Lady Hestia beamed once more, her gaze shifting between you and Eris with pride. “I believe the pair of you will do wonderful things for this court. Together.” She held one of your hands in hers, while her other rested gently on her son's cheek. Leaning in, her voice softened to a whisper. "I'm proud of you too, you know."

Eris's expression softened further at his mother's words, a mix of emotions flickering across his features. He had brought an end to it all—his father's reign, the tyranny that had gripped them all. For his mother, for his brothers, for his people. He had taken the ultimate risk, and succeeded. You knew if it was Beron that still stood here to today, he would have had no part in this new peace treaty.

If not for Eris's courage, well, you wouldn’t be standing here in Autumn today either, ready to forge a new path forward.

Despite the poor reputation that often preceded him, you had always suspected there was more to Eris than met the eye. Beneath that hard molten exterior, you were sure a kindness lingered.

A small flicker of a flame.

A rare spark you had glimpsed in your younger years– a quality that you knew came from Hestia. It was a golden thread of hope you clung to, that perhaps beneath all those hard layers, the real Eris would now reveal himself.

That maybe he was more like Lucien than either of them would ever admit.

However, he made it all too easy to believe the opinions of others when he looked at you like that. His unreadable expression, stoic and yet fiery with eyes that harboured resentment.

Who were you kidding? This was Eris Vanserra.

Eris reluctantly led you down the winding corridors of Forest House. You’d forgotten how large this place was, how deep the levels went. Memories of your childhood flickered through your mind as you recalled times where you and Lucien had ran down these very halls. Eris hadn’t taken you to the lower levels, instead he showed you the way to the western wing on one of the higher floors.

Eris halted before a grand oak door. With a subtle gesture, he swung it open to reveal the spacious chamber beyond. "This room is yours." Eris announced, his tone begrudging.

He could have just got a member of his staff to do this. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you realised he was trying. That perhaps years of pretending to be this evil heir to appease his father may actually take time to erase.

So you would give him a chance. As you were giving all the courts, it was only fair.

Stepping inside, you were greeted by the warmth of a crackling fire and the inviting embrace of luxurious furnishings. The bed, adorned with sheets in hues of burnt orange and chocolate. A sight that made you want to curl up on the sheets there and then, Autumn had always been cosy. A large ornate wooden desk occupied one corner, while a private washroom beckoned from the side.

You surveyed the space with a sense of amusement, a soft chuckle escaping your lips at the indulgent opulence. The quietness of the quarters enveloped you, the secluded area obvious.

Was he hiding you in this part of the house? You’d noticed how it was far from the heart of the home.

"Do I have this entire wing to myself?" you quipped playfully, your eyes dancing with amusement as you turned to face Eris.

Eris's response was matter-of-fact. "My quarters reside in this part of the house” he states plainly, his expression revealing a hint of reluctance.

Surprised by his choice, you press further. "You haven't taken up the High Lord's quarters?"

A moment of emotion passes over Eris's features as he shakes his head. "I don't want to displace my mother from the room she's spent centuries in. Plus, I have no desire to inhabit my father's spaces. This part of the house has always been mine."

You nod in understanding, appreciating his unwavering respect and love he’s always had for his mother. A quality all of his brothers had.

Although you assumed there was more to it than just a son’s respect for his mother. Were there areas of the house he didn’t want to go? Parts where his father’s presence still lingered.

“It’s eerily quiet…” you raised a brow, stepping to look outside the large window onto the beautiful autumn scenery.

“It is.” Eris's voice held a hint of amusement as he joined you by the window, his gaze following yours to the tranquil landscape outside. “It's so I can hear you if you get up to any trouble. My chamber is only down the hall.”

Ah, how quickly the taunts came. How natural this felt despite it being centuries.

Familiar, teasing and warm. His words had always felt like that when he spoke to you.

“Always so paranoid Eris…but good to know you’re only down the hall should I need you” you replied with a hum, only to watch that glint in Eris’ eyes turn playful.

“And why would you need me, little mouse?” His tone was teasing, and the old nickname sent a wave of nostalgia washing over you.

Little mouse.

That pet name. One you had almost forgotten about. The name instantly transporting you back to a time when you did indeed feel like a little mouse beneath Eris’ fox-like smile.

Did he remember too? That time you almost gave yourself to him…

You were at a ball, where you had slipped away, seeking solace from the overwhelming social obligations and the awkward third-wheeling as your friends found their own romantic pursuits for the evening. In the dimly lit corridors of the grand ballroom, you sought refuge away from the echoing sounds of laughter and music. You leaned against the cool marble walls, tugging at the tight corset around your waist.

It was then that Eris's voice, smooth and dark, pierced the silence around you. "What is Lucien's little girlfriend doing out here all alone?" His presence had seemed to materialise out of nowhere, his figure looming closer as he prowled towards you with a predatory grace.

You had rolled your eyes at his predictable taunts, a hint of exasperation tingeing your tone. "Really, Eris, that joke is getting old."

You watched as he came to stand in front of you, his presence already warming you. And you weren’t sure if that was because of the fire in his veins or the effect he had on you. It was perhaps not one of your proudest moments, but yes you may have had a small crush on your best friend’s older brother. His cold exterior usually scared most away, but there was a warmth in his eyes that you hadn’t been able to ignore.

You couldn't deny that you often found your eyes searching for Eris during your visits to Lucien. It was a fleeting fascination.

"Then if you are not my brother’s... does that mean this little mouse is available for the taking?" His words dripped with dark humour, tone laced with a hint of something more. You felt your cheeks flush with heat, betraying any composure you had.

As he leaned in close, the proximity between you electrifying, you found yourself at a loss for words. You were never at a loss for words, but somehow in the presence of Eris you were. He looked like a fox ready to feast on you, and there was a part of you that was willing to let him. Maybe it was low inhibitions from faerie wine, or simply the desire to have someone’s attention that night, but you would have let Eris devour you.

But then as his stare took in your expression, his gaze softened for a moment. It was only fleeting, but whatever had crossed his mind was enough for him to abruptly pull away and head back into the ballroom.

The rejection tasted bitter in your mouth, and so you pushed that feeling deep, deep, deep inside of yourself.

Eris seemed to wet his lip with his tongue as if recognising where that name had taken you, and he was relishing in it. “I guess if the little mouse finds herself needing a comforting presence at night I’m not too far away. Maybe if you ask nicely I might even let you share my be-”

You smacked his arm hard, cutting off whatever inappropriate sentence he was going to finish with. This was your fault really, you’d opened the gates to this type of talk. But it was so familiar, you couldn’t help yourself. It was like you were 21 again with that stupid all consuming crush on your best friend's older brother.

Old habits died hard it seemed.

You weren’t 21 anymore though, and you wouldn’t crumble under his stare. He was watching you now, curious to know if he had gone too far but that soft smirk spread across your lips giving him the satisfaction he needed.

“Careful High Lord,” You mused “Careful.” and with that you turned “Come, we have work to do.”

You had given him your warning, and yet it very much felt like a challenge to his ears.

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You and Eris sat in his office, staring at the miniscule pile of submissions that had been sent in by his court. While Summer and Night's inhabitants had been perhaps overly forthcoming in expressing their thoughts, Autumn's court remained eerily silent.

You flicked through the handful of submissions, each one echoing the same sentiment: satisfaction with the status quo.

They were reluctant to rock the boat.

Eris let out a frustrated sigh, dragging his hands down his face in exasperation. "My father has instilled so much fear into the land that they're too scared to even present their problems," he muttered bitterly, his gaze fixed on the sparse pile of papers.

You took a moment to digest his words before speaking up. "But you are not your father, Eris."

He looked up at you, a glimmer of doubt in his eyes. "No, but to some, they consider me just as bad."

Why was it in the unspoken you truly heard him.

Am I just as bad?

Your heart clenched tightly at his doubts. "Then let's show them you're not," you suggested, your voice firm with determination.

Without waiting for a response, you stood up from your chair and walked out of the room, expecting him to follow. True to form, Eris hurried after you, his steps quickening to match your pace.

“Little mouse, I’m not fond of chasing.” Eris shouted, his voice echoing through the corridors of Forest House. You hastened your steps, keeping ahead of Eris’ footsteps.

As he caught up and grabbed your hand hard, pulling you to a stop, you couldn't help but notice the flicker of annoyance in his expression. "Looks like you chased me anyway," you quipped with a playful smile, glancing down at your intertwined fingers.

His hand was warm and firm, yet with a roughness that differed from the Shadowsigner’s touch.

Why were you comparing them?

You pulled your hand from his quickly, not giving yourself another moment to linger on how his skin felt against yours. “We need to change the narrative Eris, let’s meet your people directly.”

Eris didn’t object, his gaze lingering on his hand for a moment before he scoffed, shaking his head. You could have sworn he wanted to smile. “You’ve always been so hard to say no to.”

“It’s because I’m always right” You sang, stepping out into the crisp autumn air, the leaves crunching beneath your feet as you made your way towards the nearest town. Eris following closely beside you.

The townspeople of Autumn seemed to scatter like leaves in the wind at the sight of their red-headed High Lord, their gazes darting away or pretending to be engrossed in their tasks. It was a reaction Eris had grown accustomed to, one that grated on his nerves more than he cared to admit. His stoic demeanour, a shield he'd always worn, now seemed to be the very barrier keeping his people at arm's length.

Approaching a farmer with a stall brimming with fresh autumn produce, you noticed the tension in the man's shoulders as he glanced nervously at Eris behind you. His wooden stand boasted an array of vibrant fruits and vegetables. "Could I buy a bag?" you asked with a warm smile, trying to ease the farmer's apprehension.

His response was tentative as he began to bag up some plump blackberries for you. "Has your harvest been good this week?" you inquired, attempting to strike up conversation.

He seemed hesitant at first to reply, but you introduced yourself with a small smile. Vaguely brushing over your new role, and what you, as well as Eris were setting out to do during this new reign of peace. The farmer rolled his shoulders back as if finding confidence. "I've been lucky… but some of the land has been struggling. There's a blight on some of the soil," he replied cautiously, his eyes still avoiding Eris's imposing figure.

"No one notified me," Eris interjected, his tone firm and harsh. But you knew there was an underlying concern that rang in his words.

"Apologies, your grace. With your father... may the cauldron bless him... he didn't like us to inform him of these issues, only to rectify them," the farmer explained, bowing slightly.

Eris went rigid, and you gave him a soft glare as if to remind him that he was supposed to be painting a new narrative here.

"I will send a harvest healer down to the farms. Please inform me if you come across such problems again," Eris instructed, his tone softer this time.

As the farmer passed you the bag of berries, Eris unexpectedly dropped a few gold coins into the man's hand, overpaying for the fruit. "Thank you, your grace," the farmer murmured gratefully before retreating.

Despite Eris's efforts, it was evident that it would take time for his people to see him in a different light. Coaxing more residents to open up proved challenging with Eris looming behind you, his presence an obvious deterrent. Determined to find a solution, you gently looped your arm through his, eliciting a faint frown and a subtle pull away from him. "What are you doing?" he grimaced at your touch.

Gods, you’d have thought you’d burned him with his reaction.

"Softening your image. Having a pretty thing on your arm won't do you any harm," you remarked with a playful smile, hoping to chip away at the walls he'd built around himself, one touch at a time.

But despite how playful your reply was, your action was thought out. Having your charismatic smiley self on the arm of Eris, you hoped would sweeten his image, even just a little.

He merely rolled his eyes, his expression veering towards indifference, yet he didn't pull away. Your arm wrapped around his, drawing you intimately close, the warmth of the Vanserra male warding off the chill of the crisp autumn air. His scent enveloped you, a familiar blend of crackling fire, cloves, and cinnamon.

Being this close to him wasn’t awful, a younger version of you may have even longed for this.

Your plan had indeed worked. There was an undeniable charm in the sight of you hanging on the arm of the High Lord that seemed to thaw the reserve of the people, coaxing smiles and candid conversations from them.

The final stop for your visit was a bakery, one you remembered fondly from past visits. The sweet aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia. "Please tell me you still have the pumpkin cream pie," you requested eagerly, your eyes lighting up. The baker's response was warm, and she quickly set about preparing one for you to take away. "You don’t understand how much I’ve missed this," you confessed, your excitement palpable. Eris had joined you by now, leaning casually against a nearby wall as he observed the interaction.

His expression softened as he watched you, the warmth of your personality radiating as you engaged with the baker. It was a quality of yours that had always drawn people to you, even from a young age.

You had a way with words, a knack for always saying just the right thing. Whether it was to win an argument, gain the favour of opinion or uplift someone, the correct words always rolled off your tongue.

Pretty words from that pretty mouth.

Of course Eris knew the reason behind your charm, a secret he had long kept to himself. He knew of the abilities his little mouse possessed.

He realised how long his gaze had settled on you, and it didn't escape his notice how the staff watched closely, some of them with a light tinge of pink covering their cheeks as they blushed,giggled and whispered between one another. In that moment, he realised the true power of having a ‘pretty thing’ on his arm.

Meanwhile, you were busy savouring the pumpkin cream, licking it off your finger with relish. "Gods, this is so good," you exclaimed, your smile infectious. But as you glanced up, you caught his unreadable gaze, and a hint of concern flickered in your eyes.

Had you been too casual? Falling into this familiarity with him had felt so natural that you hadn’t even considered if it was maybe a tad unprofessional. Not that there would be anyone to reprimand you, but you did want to succeed in this role.

Swallowing, you decided to steer the conversation back to business. "I think this approach worked," you remarked, attempting to gauge his reaction. He was still looking forward as you both walked back to Forest House. "They were quite forthcoming with concerns once we got them to open up. There are a few areas I feel as though I'd be able to support." But his face remained inscrutable, as if he were pondering something much weightier.

Then, unexpectedly, he spoke, halting your steps in their tracks. "I want you to help me find a wife," he declared, his tone serious.

The request caught you off guard, though in hindsight, perhaps it shouldn't have. After all, he was the High Lord, and finding a suitable partner to rule his court with, and of course produce an heir, would be a natural priority for him.

"Of course, Eris," you replied, your tone as composed as you could manage.

Why had the notion left you so uncomposed?

He smirked then softly “You were right about having a pretty thing on my arm. It worked…Plus it’s probably about time.”

You paused for a moment, your own lips spreading into a smile at what he had said. A younger version of you would have relished in this, being called ‘pretty’ by him. Perhaps, there was a version of you now that enjoyed it too.

"I'll begin looking into potential suitors for you right away." You decided to say, not trusting your usual snarky remarks.

“You can even look for those outside of Autumn, to help with your peace treaty and alliances or whatever. No one from that bastard Night Court though.”

You nodded with a soft chuckle. He had given you an olive branch. A martial alliance would be a great addition to this new era of peace.

Things were falling into place better than you had expected.

But beneath the surface, there was a pang, a feeling you couldn't quite decipher. Something you didn't dare acknowledge even to yourself.

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Dawn Court

Dawn had been the easier of the four courts to manage, with Thesan being your own High Lord. You had both arranged an in-person meeting for his people to gather and discuss their concerns in the flesh.

During Amarantha's reign, Dawn had stood steadfast in protecting its borders, thanks in part to your efforts. Reflecting on that time was hard, it brought back a mix of emotions and memories, ones you liked to leave in the depth of your mind. But the duty to defend your home had never sat comfortably with you, yet it was a responsibility you willingly shouldered. As a result, you had earned the admiration and affection of your people.

It was ironic how once some of them had considered you and your family as outsiders, but now they revered you, often laying flowers at your feet. Pressing gifts into your hands and singing your blessings when you walked the streets. The praises and gifts had quietened down since the conflicts, but you often found a bouquet of flowers at your front door, or were stopped in the streets to be embraced.

Despite the concerns shared by all of Prythian, Dawn exhibited a sense of optimism amid the lingering apprehension about border openings. Morale remained low, and safety remained a paramount concern, but there was an obvious excitement about the prospect of travelling between courts. They wanted this new peace treaty to succeed, and they were willing to help in any way they could to change that.

For two days, you assisted Thesan in managing the affairs of Dawn, aiding him in delegating tasks and prioritising court matters. As the sun set on your final night, you retired to your townhouse nestled in the heart of the city.

As you slumped into your living room, the sound of a deep voice filled the space. "And she finally finishes," the voice chuckled warmly.

Lucien, Jurian, and Vassa were sprawled across your couch and armchairs, making themselves at home in the space you had graciously offered them for their gatherings when they were in Prythian. They had a manor in the mortal lands, but you opened your home to them for when they needed to be more inland.

You greeted them with a smile, leaning down to plant soft kisses on Vassa and Jurian's cheeks in greeting, before turning to Lucien. You passed him a small box, with a slice of Pumpkin Cream Pie inside. It elicited a chuckle as he picked up the slice.

“Oh you treat me so well doll.” he smirked, before devouring the slice in a few bites.

"So, have you not been on the continent?" you asked, finding your place next to Lucien and propping your feet up on his lap as you sank back into the couch.

You were utterly exhausted.

The first few weeks of this you had anticipated to be tough, but the amount of work was somewhat excessive. And it would start all over again tomorrow. The cycle repeating. Summer, Night, Autumn, Dawn.

"We were, but these two insisted on seeing you, and for the upcoming week, it's easier for them to be among the solar courts," Lucien explained with a shrug.

Vassa offered a small smile, though her discomfort at using your home without you was evident.

"Don't worry about it," you reassured her, waving off her concerns. You had known what she wanted to say within the unspoken. "My home is yours to use as you please. Besides, I'm hardly here these days anyway, so please, make yourselves at home."

With that, Jurian flashed a grin, sauntering over to your nearby trolley bearing a decanter filled with amber liquid. He quickly poured four glasses, passing them around.

“So, give us the rundown,” Jurian inquired, his gaze shifting between the two of you. You exchanged a glance with Lucien; you hadn't even had time to correspond with him this week, a reality you believed would continue. Tilting your head slightly, you encouraged Lucien to go first, while you sipped on your drink. The alcohol instantly warming your throat.

That was exactly what you needed after the long week.

Lucien began to list the concerns and events of his week, there was a clear similarity across Phyrthian you noticed. Morale was low, and people still felt divisive. Despite the unity forged in the war, that comradery hadn’t seemed to extend. Lucien gave your sock-covered feet a playful pinch, causing you to recoil them from his lap with a feigned glare. "Your turn," he quipped, prompting you to take the floor.

You ran them through your week, highlighting the issues and developments you encountered in the courts you were managing.

"You've opened up trade agreements for Summer, got Night to agree to a school, and are on the hunt for marriage suitors for my brother... Jeez, what else?" Lucien summarised with a scoff and eye roll.

"We can't all be as good as me, Lucie," you retorted, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

"Eris didn't give you too much of a hard time, did he?" Jurian asked playfully, his tone laced with familiarity.

It was nice to see how close Lucien had gotten with Jurian and Vassa, especially since his friendship fell apart with Tamlin. Lucien deserved this, deserved a circle.

You let out a nonchalant hum, absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. "You know, Eris isn't all that bad..." you trailed off, your thoughts drifting.

"Maybe not with you... He's always had a soft spot for you," Lucien interjected, shaking his head with a knowing look.

You playfully kicked your foot against his thigh. "What's that supposed to mean?"

A knowing smirk tugged at Lucien's lips. "You know exactly what it means. He's just always been softer with you."

You rolled your eyes, recalling your recent interactions with Eris. Soft was not a word you would use to describe him—perhaps playful or teasing, a little mean even, but not soft.

"What were the infamous Inner Circle like to be amongst?" Vassa interjected, redirecting the conversation.

"Fine, polite, worked hard," you replied, feeling Lucien's subtle fidgeting beside you. You knew the question he wanted to ask but didn't dare. "She wasn't there; I haven't met her yet," you added softly, referring to his mate.

You watched as your friend glanced down at his drink from your words, his usual witty exterior faltering for a moment. Lucien hadn’t indulged you in the finer details of what had transpired between him, Elain and the Shadowsinger. What had caused Elain’s abrupt withdrawal of contact from them both, but the strain it had on him was obvious.

The one thing Lucein had shared, was that she hadn’t outright rejected the bond yet, you hoped that was some glimmer of something worth holding onto.

Your fingers moved instinctively, reaching out to gently press against your friend's cheek. His eyes fluttered shut momentarily at your touch, before you playfully pulled on his cheek with a tug. "Get out of that pretty little head of yours, Lucie," you teased, tapping his cheek once more.

The touch had pulled his mind back to reality, as he swore under his breath and smacked your hand away.

"Gods, you fae are so complicated, with all your complexities, bonds and relationships," Jurian quipped, his tone laced with amusement. You couldn't deny he had a point. Whether politically, platonically, or romantically, there always seemed to be layers upon layers, it’s what was making your new job all that much harder.

"Oh like you humans are any better." Lucien retorted quickly, there was a playfulness in his tone as he sipped on his drink.

"I'm sure if everyone got together and shared some drinks, we'd all be fine," Vassa added, as she raised her drink in the air. The liquid sloshing in her glass.

"Yeah, why can't we all just get shit-faced and go dancing or something? Nothing bonds people like a shared hangover," Jurian grinned.

The room filled with laughter as Lucien remarked something about the last time Jurian was hungover, Vassa quipping in. Your thoughts left you for a moment as they drifted to what Jurian had said.

Getting drunk and dancing had always been a release you’d loved, one shared by most fae and humans. Perhaps one the the few similarities you all shared. And although "getting shit-faced" wasn't the most elegant phrase, the sentiment behind it rang true.

“You two are actually onto something there…” you spoke, the words leaving your lips as your idea formed in your mind. You’d sat up now, looking at Lucien who only frowned at you.

"I'm pretty sure we can't arrange for everyone to have a huge piss-up," Lucien remarked dryly. “As much as I’d love it, it doesn’t feel very…appropriate.”

"We’re obviously not going to organise some sleazy boozer” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Shame.” Jurian piped up.

“But we can arrange a ball.” You smiled that dangerous grin that you knew Lucien found hard to ignore. “Phyrthian’s first ever Peace Ball” you continued, coining the term there and then.

Lucien leaned back into the couch, still looking at you as he digested your words. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, perhaps figuring out logistics for your outrageous idea.

But slowly that fox-like grin you loved so much spread across his lips.

He put his glass up in the air “A fucking Peace Ball…”

You quickly raised your glass with a chuckle, Vassa and Jurian raising theirs too.

Trade agreements, a school, diplomatic martial arrangments and now…a fucking Peace Ball. Lucien had made the right call bringing you on board; there was no one more convincing, more persuasive in all of Prythian. You and your pretty words would bring peace to this land, even if you had to force it upon them.

“Cheers!”

Next Part >> coming soon.

a/n: Decided to post this early, sorry again if it's a little boring, just trying to set everything up. Would love to know what you think so far. How are you expecting this story to unfold? Is there anything in particular you're hoping to see with the story/characters/relationships? Would love your input <3 - Lottie

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writinghotchner · 11 months ago

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Wait I love girldad!hotch so much. Hotch x Reader where they have a baby girl? Since it's christmas maybe a cute family xmas moment with them and Jack?

god, i love girldad!hotch too 😭

fandom: criminal minds pairing: hotch x fem!reader rating: e warnings: none

this isnt as christmassy as i really wanted but this is where the story took me?? 🤷‍♀️ anyway, i hope you enjoy it! <3

it was relatively late when you finally dragged your tired feet through the front door of your home. later than you usually get home, anyway. 7 pm isn't usually late for most people, but you're usually home by 4, 4:30 at at the latest. a holiday party fiasco kept you later than normal and you could've snuck away sooner if it hadn't of been for your boss stalking and lurking his way through the building.

as you step inside and kick off you heels, you're immediately hit with two things. 1. something smells so good and, 2. your daughter has once again been possessed by the loudest screamiest demon to ever travel the dark realms.

you quickly shrug off your coat and drop your bag off at the door and make your way to the smells and noises. you travel down the small hallway, taking in the christmas decorations that adorn the walls, you trail by the big beautiful christmas tree thats fully lit and standing so tall in the living room, and then you finally round your way into kitchen where you see your husband with your nine month old daughter strapped to his chest, the carrier straps crisscrossed along his back giving it away. he's bouncing her as he speaks while stirring whatever it is he's making on the stove. you lean against the door frame with a smile listening to the cuteness in front of you.

your daughter's screaming has calmed down now, it's now just a hiccupping cry accompanied by little sniffles here and there. you see hotch use his spare hand to bring it up to cup the back of the little girls head.

"i know, baby, i miss her too, but she'll be home and we'll both be so happy, huh?" he steps away from the stove and starts swaying her, his hand never leaving the back of her head. he turns a little giving you access to her little face and you can then see her big beautiful brown eyes staring up at him and the worlds biggest frown on her face. even from this distance you can see her face is red from screaming and she still has globs of tears threatening to leave her eyes at any given moment.

"i'll put on a wig and one of mommy's shirts if it'll make you feel better," he says in his baby-talk voice. "i'll do whatever you want if you'll just stop giving me those big sad eyes."

you can't help but to chuckle at that. you step more into the kitchen to rest your elbows against the island counter directly behind him.

"what's goin' on in here?" you finally say and hotch spins around, his face cracking open with a smile.

"hey!" he laughs through his smile, "when did you get home?"

"just now." you tell him. you stand behind him and pop up on your toes to peer over his broad shoulder at your baby girl. she's nearly stopped crying at this point but the second her eyes land on you and she realizes who you are, she full on screams, the tears sitting in her eyes now free falling down her cheeks. her face scrunches up so much you wonder how it's even possible.

"oh, baby," you coo, moving to stand next to your husband as he helps you pull her out of the carrier. "what's the matter, huh? stuck at home with daddy all day got you the blues?"

hotch turns to glare at you for that. "we had a good time." he says turning back to the stove. "you know, until she started screaming at me."

you hold her close to your chest, your lips resting on the top of her soft head. she almost immediately calms, save for a few shuttering breaths. you sway her slowly, giving her a little squeeze of comfort.

"where's jack?" you ask, turning to look back into the living room to see if he was in there watching tv.

"he's probably in his room getting ready."

you blink a couple of times, your eyes drifting up to think about why jack would be getting ready to go somewhere. and then it hits you.

"oh, no, dave's is tonight?" you questioned, checking the time on the on the stove. dave had invited the entire bau gang + family to his house for christmas eve dinner, it had been in your planner since thanksgiving.

hotch turns to look at you. "yeah. is that a problem? we can cancel if-"

"no! no, it's okay. i just forgot. it's been a long tiring day." you sigh, a little mad at yourself for forgetting.

hotch opens the oven door and takes out a batch of what looks like sugar cookies. he uses his foot to close the door behind him as he sets the cookie tray down, and then he shuffles his socked feet over to you, quickly enveloping you and your daughter in a hug. he smiles at you lovingly before he kisses your lips and then kisses his daughter's head.

"i can take the kids if you want to stay here."

you shift the now sleeping baby to your left arm and use your right arm to pull him closer to you, reconnecting your lips.

"that's sweet. but i don't mind going, really. my social battery might be a little on the dead side, though." you kiss him again with a hum, chuckling softly when you taste the sugar cookies on his lips.

he smiles against you. "okay," he says, taking the baby out of your arms. "i'll take her, you go check on jack and then go get ready. everything in here is nearly done, and then all i have to do is get changed and put her in her christmas onesie." the little girl whines a little as shes moved but doesn't make much of an effort to wake up or cry. he sits her back in her carrier, her head lulling to his chest, her little lips smacking as she settles into him. you nearly cry at the sweetness of it all. especially the thought of the littlest hotchner in her green christmas tree onesie that penelope had gotten her before she was even born.

"she's fine, honey, get outta here." and with that, he lightly snaps a hand towel across your butt grinning.

you laugh and turn to leave the kitchen but not without throwing "keep that up, hotchner, and we won't leave this house," over your shoulder. and then you're gone.

"oooh, mommy's being mean to daddy, little one." hotch stage whispers. she doesn't move or even open her eyes. "oh, i see how it is. take her side, huh?"

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yxngbxkkie · 2 years ago

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mornings with jeongin ✨

so, this one's based on the skz code where seungmin wakes each member, but i couldn't find a gif of innie from it 😭 this will do! look at him! such a pretty boy 🥰 anyway, i hope you guys enjoy! much love 💓

"Oh my god," someone says as a bright light hits your closed eyes. You release a groan before turning into Jeongin, hiding your face in his arm.

Footsteps quickly fade away and you deeply sigh through your nose. You get comfortable again before tuning everything out. You can feel Jeongin shift in his spot, resting a hand on your waist.

"Shh, look at them," the same voice reaches your ears, causing you to flutter your eyes open.

"What are you doing?" You ask groggily, lifting your head a bit. You can see a cameraman standing behind Seungmin, and you immediately cover your face. "You're filming?!"

"Not right now, no. I made them stop when I saw you in here," Seungmin states while walking into the room, smacking his head off of the doorway.

He grunts in pain and he falls to his knees. Jeongin wakes up to the noise, his eyes finding you first. You smile at the man before his eyes drift towards Seungmin.

The two of you failed to notice a few other members lurking by the door. "Did you guys sleep together?" Minho asks, poking his head inside the room.

"Innocently, yeah," Jeongin mumbles while stretching his arms. "We're just friends."

The smile on your face drops at his words, the harsh reality kicking in. You stay quiet as the other members leave the two of you alone. You bring the blanket up to your chin, planning to stay in bed as they do their morning mission.

"Are you going back to sleep?" Jeongin asks you, pushing himself up from the bed.

You nod your head before nuzzling it into the pillow. Your best friend chuckles while pushing the hair out of your face.

"Would you ever sleep with me?" You ask him, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Jeongin stops what he's doing and turns his gaze back to you. "I- What?" He stutters, shocked.

Your fingers clutch the stark white pillow, meeting his eyes. "Would you ever sleep with me? Like, in the non-innocent way," you ask again, preparing your heart for his answer.

The black-haired man wets his lips and furrows his brows. He mumbles something incoherently before getting out to bed. You watch as he walks over towards the door, gently closing it.

"I don't want them intruding," he mentions to you while crawling back on the bed. You stay silent as his eyes roam over your face. "Is this because of what Minho hyung said?"

You shrug. "Just out of curiosity, I guess," you whisper, toying with the hem of the blanket.

Jeongin sighs, bringing one of his hands to your face. "I would sleep with you," he confirms, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "But, I at least want to take you out first."

Your cheeks blush as his words sink in. He wants to take me out? You think to yourself. "I would love for you to take me out," you whisper with a smile.

He smiles softly before closing the space between you. His lips are soft on yours and you can feel your heart pounding against your chest. You pull away and dip your head, becoming more nervous.

"Don't get shy now," Jeongin giggles, placing both his hands on your cheeks, tilting your head back up. He looks into your eyes before whispering, "I'll take you out when we get back to Seoul. Promise."

"Okay."

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year ago

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Rockstar Girlfriend VI. | Hazel Callahan

Rockstar! Hazel Callahan x Popstar! Reader

Summary: Hazel Callahan and Y/n L/n have to be in a pr relationship, but both of them can stand each other.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Angst, Fight (not physical) Not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my main language.

a/n: I’m back after a while!! Sorry for being MIA. I don't know how to feel about this but I'm really thankful for all the support. Lots of new things coming soon. love you guys.

part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.

The tour was canceled.

Everything Y/n had worked for went down the drain. Not only had she lost the tour she risked everything for, but she had lost her bandmates' trust. They were losing followers by the minute and receiving hate left and right. All that success she had gained because of Hazel was almost gone.

The moment everyone found out about Hazel's outburst, the show was canceled with a blink of an eye. They could hear the cries and screams of fans outside. Y/n couldn’t bear to listen, she felt bad, guilty even. Management said that her band couldn’t perform because they were only the openers, so karma was biting her ass quickly.

But after one show became two and then two became five, management canceled the whole tour, every single date. They claimed that they couldn’t do anything without Hazel, their star. Y/n tried to be positive that maybe Hazel was joking around and that she was going to come back but when management canceled the tour, her feet finally hit the floor. The tour was over before it even started. The hop of the wave of success both bands were having was cut short. The most anticipated tour of the year was canceled due to mental health issues from one of the band members. That was what got posted on the band's page and every news article.

But Hazel made it her job for people to know that, that wasn’t the case. If the tour was canceled she wanted people to know the real reason, no more tricks, no more lies and no more fake love. Y/n felt her heart stop when her phone started to blow up with notifications and her eyes landed on a video Hazel had posted on instagram after being MIA for two weeks.

That was when “Mean” was born.

“Hi guys! I know I’ve been gone for a while and all of a sudden the tour got canceled. But I’m here to tell you guys that we are currently working to get your back running again. This time we decided it was best to get new openers. Anyways, on my little break I decided to write this song I really hope you guys enjoy!” Hazel said to the camera starting to strum her guitar. Y/n felt her heart drop every second that passed by. If she was already losing everything with a blink of an eye it wouldn’t surprise Y/n if what was left of her career ended just because of that song.

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hazelsbottoms she's backkkkkkkk

user101 mother is back, hope tour doesn't get cancelled this time.

pjandhazeparis sorry to disappoint but I'll be a groupie for life

bottomsupdates why is y/n lurking in the likes? hasn't she done enough

| ynloveshazel please leave y/n alone

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Hazel had uploaded an acoustic version of a song she had written through her break in an attempt for people to understand what she was going through. It was something new, different from the songs she was used to writing for herself and other people. The song quickly took the world by storm gaining everyone’s attention. Fans had caught up quickly with who the song was written for, making it their job to make Y/n’s life a living hell. Her band's account was barely existent by the minute and management was going insane.

Y/n couldn’t let things slide. She had three options, let her pr team do everything for her, clap back and deny the allegations, or attempt to do a song just like Hazel did. The thing was, Y/n was already used to Hazel’s constant help writing songs and honestly she kinda missed spending midnights with her writing songs. She missed how Hazel would slowly touch her skin in an attempt to get her attention or how she got lost in her blue eyes while she tried to explain the chorus of the song. Y/n missed Hazel. She hated herself for running things with her. Things were finally different, this time Y/n didn’t hate Hazel, Hazel just hated Y/n.

She was going to make things right, possibly ending her career. But it was worth it. If Hazel heard the song, she could lose everything and she wouldn’t care.

Y/n propped her camera hitting record while sitting in front of it, letting out a sigh. She slowly strummed the guitar she barely knew how to play but all she could think of was all the times Hazel had attempted to teach her how to play it.

“This song is for someone special in my life that I treated so badly. I know I fucked up and I wished I could go back to december, they day I met you and start all over”

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Y/nnn let out a sigh as she looked at her phone flooding with notifications. At least if she was gone for social media, she was certain Hazel had heard the song. Maybe she could get another chance or another life where they could get together with no mistakes. Y/n’s thoughts got interrupted by a harsh knock on her door. She quickly walked towards it, ready to face her neighbor. But she felt her heart drop when she noticed the familiar blue eyes she had fallen in love with. Y/n’s eyes wandered all over her trying to tell if she was real or an act of her imagination due to the lack of sleep. But as the words slipped out of her mouth she knew it was all reality.

“My guitar.” Hazel replied, playing with her feet. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her confused.

“What do you mean, my guitar? How do you know where I live?” Y/n responded leaning against the doorframe trying to get a better look at Hazel.

“My guitar. You have my lucky guitar, I saw it in the video you posted. Now, can you please give it back”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? It’s mine, L/n.”

“You don’t speak to me, drop a diss track on my name and expect me to give you back you guitar” Y/n exclaimed while looking at Hazel with a surprised look on her face.

“Are you insane? You do know that all of this is not my fault, right? I was willing to do anything for you but you preferred the fame over me. You fucked up your own career and you fucked up with me. Yet, I came here, to your apartment and you still want to act like the victim instead of saying your sorry. You know what stays with the stupid guitar. I don’t want it anyway. You want to play a game that I’m really tired of playing. I really don't understand why are you like this.” Hazel exclaimed loudly pulling on her hairs.

"I like you Hazel and I'm like this because I know I screwed up the only good thing in my life" Y/n said loudly leaving Hazel with her mouth wide open not knowing what say.

At least he got the chance he desperately needed.

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━━━ 'CHAPTER THREE' [ETERNAL NIGHT]

SYNOPSIS ➢ admist the mysterious and dark energy lurking in the corners of the academy, a terrifying encounter with a familiar student brings a rather confusing encounter with another.

PAIRING ➢ poly!enhypen x male!reader, sim jaehyun x male! reader, park sunghoon x male!reader, yang jungwon x male!reader

AU ➢ strangers-to-lovers au! x enemies-to-lovers au! x vampire au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; some angst, assaulted, being attacked, fighting, held against will, past trauma, tiny fluff, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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in the library's intimate upstairs nook, soft candlelight danced across the plush rug and cozy chairs, casting a warm glow. the gentle hum of footsteps and muted conversations drifted from downstairs, creating a soothing background melody. settled on the spacious windowsill, you reclined on your belly, propping your head with one hand and cradling your chin. your other hand held "mundane fairytales," now open to the 7th chapter. legs crossed, you were lost in the uncommonly optimistic tales of vampiric authors, where happy endings were a rare delight.

as you read, the atmosphere remained tranquil, until woonggi's announcement broke the silence. "alright, i finished!" he exclaimed, rising from his seat and sprawling across the floor like a starfish.

"devil, that was exhausting," he huffed, releasing a relieved sigh. the room's peaceful ambiance was momentarily disrupted, but the soft crackling of candles and gentle creaks of old bookshelves soon restored the cozy atmosphere. across the room, sunoo's fingers flew across his computer keyboard, the soft clacking filling the air. his focus remained unwavering, even as woonggi's gaze shifted toward him.

"what are you typing anyway?" woonggi asked, his voice tinged with curiosity, as he looked up at sunoo, whose feet rested casually next to his head. "i thought you finished your paper a while ago?" woonggi's question hung in the air, awaiting clarification.

sunoo's response was nonchalant, his eyes never leaving the screen. "i'm making myself a study guide for the exam due next month." the soft glow of the computer screen illuminated sunoo's features, highlighting his intent expression. his hands continued their swift dance across the keyboard, the only sound breaking the silence.

woonggi's head lolled to the side, his expression incredulous. "you gotta be kidding me. it's not due for a month, you nerd," he groaned, his voice laced with playful exasperation. sunoo's fingers never paused in their typing rhythm. "nerds are hot," he replied, his tone effortlessly nonchalant. woonggi scoffed, rolling his eyes. "whatever."

you tuned out the banter, focusing on the pages of "sleeping beauty" in front of you. your brow furrowed in annoyance. why did the prince have to awaken aurora? she was fine, peaceful, in her slumber. his kiss, uninvited and presumptuous, stirred unnecessary complications. the notion bothered you. who wrote these mundane tales, anyway? didn't they realize the beauty in subtlety, in silence? as you pondered, the soft clacking of sunoo's keyboard and woonggi's occasional snicker filled the background, a gentle reminder of their presence.

you turned the page, your eyes scanning the text with renewed skepticism. the prince's actions reeked of entitlement, disregarding aurora's autonomy. your mind wandered to the darker, vampiric tales you'd read, where sleep was a vulnerability, not a romantic plot device.

sunoo's typing slowed, and he leaned back in his chair, eyes still fixed on the screen. "almost done," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. woonggi, now sitting up, stretched his arms overhead, arching his back. "finally, i'm starving," he declared, standing up and shaking off his languid pose. "let's grab some food." you marked your page with a slender finger, hesitant to leave the cozy nook. "i'll stay here, finish this chapter."

sunoo nodded, his gaze flicking to you before returning to his screen. "we'll bring you something." woonggi winked. "don't worry, we won't disturb your prince-filled reverie." with a chuckle, he headed downstairs, sunoo following closely. their footsteps faded into the background hum of the library. the silence enveloped you once more, broken only by the occasional creak of old bookshelves. you refocused on "sleeping beauty," your thoughts intertwining with the tale's dark undertones. as you read on, a faint rustling echoed from the floor below, growing louder. footsteps, lighter than woonggi's or sunoo's, approached the cozy nook.

you immersed yourself in the tale, aurora's impending awakening captivating your attention. would she exact vengeance on the prince who dared disturb her slumber?

the faint "psst" pierced the air, a gentle whisper that made your ear perk up. you turned toward the staircase, expecting to see woonggi or sunoo returning with snacks. but the staircase was empty, the landing quiet. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. had you misheard? was the sound meant for someone else?

the silence stretched, with no further noise or movement. shrugging, you returned to your book, curiosity about aurora's fate overriding the momentary distraction. as you delved back into the story, your mind wandered to the darker possibilities. perhaps aurora would unleash a vampiric wrath upon the prince, teaching him the true meaning of eternal sleep. lost in the tale, you didn't notice the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere or the pair of eyes watching you from the shadows.

the second, more insistent whistle, left no doubt – someone was trying to get your attention. you straightened, crossing your legs and leaning back on your hands, eyes scanning the room with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"a little dramatic, don't you think?" you whispered, voice low but audible, as you searched for the source. "if you're trying to scare me, i think you've lost that opportunity." your senses heightened, taking in every detail. the soft creak of old bookshelves, the faint scent of dusty pages, and the gentle hum of the library's ventilation system. your gaze swept the cozy nook, lingering on potential hiding spots. the shadows cast by the candles seemed to deepen, as if darkness itself was watching. your skin prickled, but you refused to show unease.

"show yourself," you murmured, eyes narrowing, daring the mysterious person to reveal their presence. a faint rustle, like silk brushing against fabric, echoed from the corner of the room. the sound was subtle, but unmistakable.

with lightning-quick reflexes, you stood up, hand raised, and unleashed a small, shimmering blue bolt. the energy shot across the room, striking its target with precision.

the figure, attempting to flee between bookshelves, let out a pained "ah!" as the bolt hit their hand. the impact halted their escape. you strode confidently toward the stunned individual, arms crossing over your chest. recognition sparked as you took in the familiar features. "well, well, well," you said, a sly smirk spreading across your face.

the person, now immobilized, looked up at you with a mix of shock and embarrassment. their hand, still throbbing from the blue bolt, cradled against their chest. the dim library lighting danced across their chagrined expression, illuminating the faint flush rising to their cheeks.

"you're not very scary," you added, eyes glinting with amusement. the air was charged with tension, but your demeanor remained relaxed, commanding.

hyunwoo's scoff was accompanied by a captivating smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. he effortlessly rose to his feet, towering over you with his imposing stature. his uniform accentuated his toned physique, making him appear even more formidable.

"wasn't trying to scare you, sweet thing" he assured, deep chuckling while nursing his hand, the blue bolt's aftermath still evident. you maintained your smile, intrigued by the mystery surrounding his actions. "so, why were you hiding, then?" you asked, curiosity lacing your voice. hyunwoo's gaze locked onto yours, his expression transitioning from playful to intense. "wanted to talk to you... alone," he admitted, his deep voice low and smooth.

the air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken intentions. the library's gentle hum and soft candlelight receded into the background, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of tension.

hyunwoo's eyes, dark and piercing, held yours, as if daring you to probe deeper. his proximity, coupled with the uniform's tailored fit, made your heart flutter. "what's so important it requires secrecy?" you pressed, voice steady, despite the growing anticipation. hyunwoo's smile returned, cryptic and alluring. "you'll see," he whispered, his breath grazing your ear.

hyunwoo strode past you, his gesture beckoning you to follow. you trailed behind, curiosity piqued, as he led you to a secluded corner of the upstairs section.

a small, elegant table came into view, adorned with a breathtaking bouquet of black dahlia flowers. their dark, velvety petals seemed to absorb the surrounding light, exuding an air of mystery. beside the flowers, a slender envelope rested, its surface embossed with an intricate silver seal. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you turned to hyunwoo, seeking explanation. he stood beside the table, a captivating smile spreading across his face.

"what's this?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. hyunwoo's eyes sparkled with amusement. "a gift, and a message," he replied, his tone low and enigmatic. he reached out, gently lifting the envelope, and handed it to you. the seal felt cool against your fingertips.

"open it," he encouraged, his gaze never leaving yours. the air was heavy with anticipation, the black dahlias seeming to witness the unfolding moment. you broke the seal, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out. inside, a small message was scribbled on the note: "you free on white day?." your eyes met hyunwoo's, searching for clarity. hyunwoo's eyes crinkled at the corners as his charming smile grew wider. he took another step closer, his voice dropping to a gentle, persuasive tone.

"i was thinking we could get to know each other, and maybe..." he paused, his gaze locking onto yours, "i could try going on a date with a cutie like you." your eyebrows shot up in surprise, suspicion swiftly following. "you want to take me on a date?" you asked, incredulity lacing your voice.

hyunwoo's name was already on your lips, a protest forming, when you began shaking your head. but he swiftly intercepted, his words spilling out in a passionate rush. "look, i know you and heeseung just broke up a couple of weeks ago, but i'm not that kinda man," hyunwoo assured, the southern drawl very clear in his voice, his eyes burning with sincerity. his hand reached out, gently grasping your wrist, halting your motion. the touch sent a spark through your skin.

"i'm gonna stop you right there," you declared, hand firmly planting on hyunwoo's chest, halting his advance. your finger rose, counting off points. "one," you began, "me and heeseung never dated, it was a fling."

hyunwoo's gaze flicked to your raised finger, then back to your face, intrigue dancing in his eyes. "two," your second finger joined the first, emphasizing your point. "i'm not really looking for a..." your words trailed off, lost to the sudden gasp echoing through the air.

your eyes met hyunwoo's, confusion mirrored in his expression. simultaneously, you both turned to locate the source of the sound. hyunwoo's head swiveled behind him, while your gaze shot upward, and your eyes widened in shock.

sunoo and woonggi were suspended on the wall, their bodies eerily bent like spiders, their faces frozen in rapt attention. their eyes locked onto you and hyunwoo, an unspoken understanding passing between them. your face flushed with embarrassment. quickly, you spun hyunwoo back around, ensuring his focus remained solely on you.

"sorry! i just lost my train of thought," you said hastily, attempting to divert attention from the eavesdropping duo. hyunwoo's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the sudden shift in conversation.

"i was saying, um, yeah, i uh, i'm not really looking for a..." your words stumbled, and hyunwoo's brow rose, anticipating the completion. "boyfriend?" he offered, his tone gentle. you struggled to regain composure, aware of sunoo and woonggi's attentive ears. "well," you began, forcing a carefree tone. “cause i dont understand darling, just give me a chance-”

but before he could continue, your words tumbled out in a jumbled rush: "lets just go on a date." hyunwoo's confusion was palpable. "what?" he asked, ensuring he'd heard correctly. your bright, forced smile masked the irritation brewing toward your eavesdropping friends. "yeah, on white day. like you said," you nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic. hyunwoo's face lit up, oblivious to the underlying tension. "well, that's just perfect then!" he exclaimed, reaching for your hands.

his dry skin sent a shiver through you, but you suppressed the urge to pull away. as his hands enveloped yours, a spark of electricity ran through your body. you couldn't help but wonder if this date would be a disaster or a surprise sunoo and woonggi remained suspended, silent observers to the unfolding scene.

"i'll see you then, darling," hyunwoo said, handing you the black dahlias and releasing your hands. with a charming wink, he waved goodbye and descended the stairs.

as soon as he vanished from view, your expression transformed. you hissed, eyes flashing upward, seeking the elusive eavesdroppers. but woonggi and sunoo had vanished, leaving no trace. seething, you stomped back to the cozy corner, book abandoned. upon arrival, you spotted the culprits lounging, feigning busyness.

"give me one good reason not to throw you out that window right now," you snarled, baring teeth. sunoo's giggles escaped despite his attempt to stifle them. "we had to make sure you were alright," he excused, peeking from behind a book.

woonggi nodded in agreement. "yeah, we saw you weren't here anymore, so we went to find you." sunoo's muffled laughter resurfaced. "then we found you and hyunwoo..." his voice trailed off, hiding behind the book once more.

woonggi chuckled, leaning forward in his chair. "so? you're gonna see him on white day, right?" he asked, seeking confirmation. their amusement only fueled your irritation. "you two were spying on me!" you accused, hands on hips. sunoo and woonggi exchanged a look, their grins synchronizing.

"research," sunoo corrected, still chuckling. "we're ensuring your love life is on track." woonggi nodded vigorously. "yeah, and hyunwoo seems perfect." your frustration simmered, but their playful banter chipped away at your resolve. as you glared at sunoo and woonggi, your mind wandered to hyunwoo. his charming smile, piercing eyes, and effortless confidence left a lasting impression. you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest when he touched your hand or the way his words made you feel seen. his interest seemed genuine, and the black dahlias' symbolism – commitment and loyalty – resonated deeply.

but caution lingered. you'd been burned before by your own mother, and trust didn't come easily. "where's the food?" you asked, shifting the focus away from hyunwoo and the fluttering in your chest. you adjusted your grip on the beautiful black dahlias, their delicate petals and subtle scent calming your nerves.

sunoo sprang up from the plush armchair, phone in hand, checking his reflection with a self-absorbed grin. he smoothed his tousled hair, ensuring every strand was perfectly in place. "oh right, we came back to get you so we could all just go eat in the dining hall," sunoo said casually, tucking his phone into his pocket. his bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

woonggi rose beside you, wrapping his arm around yours with a conspiratorial glance. his warm smile put you at ease, and you couldn't help but play along. "he also wanted to spy on the newcomers," woonggi whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief. his voice was low and playful, hinting at sunoo's true motives.

your sarcasm was palpable. "oh really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. sunoo's eyes darted up, feigning innocence. "what? no, we just wanted to... observe," he said, his tone light and carefree.

you raised the other eyebrow, skeptical. "observe?" you repeated, flowers still clutched in your hand. the delicate petals seemed to mock you, reminding you of hyunwoo's thoughtful gesture. woonggi chuckled, his deep laughter rumbling through the cozy room. "yeah, see if anyone's worthy of joining our crew," he said, his arm tightening around yours. sunoo nodded vigorously, his bangs bouncing with the motion.

"we can't let just anyone in, you know," he added, his expression serious for a moment before cracking a smile. the banter was familiar, comforting. but your mind still lingered on hyunwoo and the mysterious date. the way he said "darling" echoed in your thoughts, sending a shiver down your spine.

meanwhile, the three of you strolled toward the dining hall, laughter and conversation flowing effortlessly. the black dahlia bouquet remained securely in your grasp, its delicate petals and subtle scent intertwining with the warmth of the evening.

sunoo regaled you with an animated story, his hands gesturing wildly, while woonggi chuckled and playfully interjected. you couldn't help but giggle at their antics. as you turned a corner, heeseung came into view, leaning against the wall with two friends. his eyes locked onto yours, and a charming smile spread across his face.

but his expression faltered as his gaze dropped to the bouquet in your hands. confusion etched his features, followed by a flicker of curiosity. 'did someone give you that?' he wondered, his mind racing. heeseung's eyes narrowed, focusing on the blood-red bow and the small, intricate sigil attached to it. the symbol was unmistakable – a mark of the pure-blood families. a shadow crossed his face, and his jaw clenched. anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by the thought of someone else giving you such a meaningful gift.

your laughter and carefree smile only intensified his emotions. he watched, transfixed, as you ran a hand through your hair, the bouquet cradled in your other arm. heeseung's friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shift in his mood. they murmured something, attempting to break the tension, but heeseung's attention remained fixed on you. the air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken emotions and unresolved history.

"i'm gonna go put these in my room really quick," you told sunoo and woonggi, hastily excusing yourself with the precious black dahlia bouquet.

as you jogged toward your dormitory, the flowers' delicate petals seemed to dance in your grasp. you slowed to a walk, ascending the stairs to the second floor.

suddenly, a familiar sound pierced the air: "psst." your gaze swept the area, searching for the source. but the hallway remained empty, devoid of any signs of life. your eyebrows furrowed, confusion giving way to a sly smile. you suspected only one person would tease you thus – hyunwoo.

a group of boys passed by, engrossed in a video game on their phone, oblivious to your brief pause. you continued toward the music room, its door slightly ajar. the soft glow of the room beckoned. "i told you already, you're not scary," you whispered, laughing as you slid into the room.

but before you could fully enter, your body was slammed against the nearby wall with a resounding thud. the impact knocked the wind from your lungs. you moaned in pain, your vision blurring for an instant. as you looked up, your eyes widened in shock.

it wasn't hyunwoo's charming smile or piercing gaze that met yours – but shiloh's intense, brooding stare. his eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and his grip on your shoulders tightened.

he had a look of worry and aggression, his eyes blazing with an inner turmoil. "shiloh-" your words were cut off abruptly as he ripped the black dahlias from your grasp. shiloh strode away, scrutinizing the flowers with an unnerving intensity. he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.

"..yes....i know...he'll be fine...im not gonna apologize, especially when-" your gasp filled the silence, hand clutching your chest where the flowers once rested. the air crackled with tension as you summoned a burst of energy. an electric shock ball materialized, shooting toward shiloh's back. the blast sent him stumbling across the desks, flowers slipping from his fingers. the bouquet scattered on the floor, petals trembling from the impact.

seizing the opportunity, you rushed to gather the scattered flowers. as you hastily retrieved the last petal, shiloh's growl echoed through the room.

however, shiloh's recovery was swift and relentless, his athletic build allowing him to leap from the desks with ease. his eyes blazed with a fierce determination, his jaw set in a resolute line.

you barely had time to react as he tackled you to the floor, the impact sending shockwaves through your body. your palms scraped against the cold tile, and your shoulders jarred from the sudden collision. the black dahlias slipped from your grasp, petals scattering across the floor like dark, velvety tears. the delicate stems snapped, their beauty lost amidst the chaos.

"shiloh, stop! what are you doing?" you shouted, alarm and frustration mingling in your voice. your words echoed off the music room's acoustic panels, amplifying the desperation. shiloh's response was a primal growl, his eyes burning with an inner fire. his face was inches from yours, his warm breath dancing across your skin. he pinned you down, using his body weight to immobilize you. his chest pressed against yours, the heat from his skin seeping into yours. you groaned, straining against his grip. your legs flailed, attempting to dislodge him, but shiloh's strength was unyielding. his hands encircled your wrists, holding them captive above your head.

"let me go!" you demanded, voice rising. your pulse pounded in your temples, and your mind raced with fear. shiloh's gaze locked onto the scattered flowers, his expression twisted in anguish. his eyes seemed to hold a deep sorrow, a pain that threatened to consume him. "those flowers...they're not what you think," he muttered, his voice barely audible. his words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken meaning. the flowers, once a symbol of hyunwoo's affection, now seemed tainted by shiloh's ominous warning.

swiftly noticing shiloh's momentary lapse in focus, you seized the opportunity to strike. with a surge of adrenaline, you summoned the last vestiges of your energy.

electricity sparks began to crackle and dance across your body, enveloping you in a halo of blue-white light. the air around you charged with anticipation, as if the very atmosphere itself was electrified. the sparks intensified, arcing outward like miniature lightning bolts. whatever touched you would be shocked, and shiloh, still within proximity, was the first to feel the effects.

his body tensed, rigid and unyielding, as if he'd been struck by a taser. "gah!" he gritted through clenched teeth, his eyes wide with shock. shiloh's muscles locked, his limbs splayed awkwardly, and his body toppled off yours. the sudden release freed you from confinement.

gasping, you halted your ability, and the electrical discharge dissipated. the sparks vanished, leaving behind an eerie silence. you took a deep, shuddering breath, your chest heaving with exertion. your heart still racing, you assessed the situation. shiloh lay sprawled on the floor, slowly regaining control over his muscles. his eyes narrowed, burning with a mix of anger and caution. here is

you quickly crawled up and grabbed your flowers that were now falling apart. you crawled towards the sliding door and opened it wider, panting as you crawled out, attempting to stand up but only making it a few steps into the hallway and falling to your knees in exhaustion.

your hands grasped for the battered black dahlias, petals dropping like dark tears as you gathered the fragile stems. with the flowers clutched tightly, you crawled toward the sliding door, its glass pane reflecting the chaos within. you pushed it wider, the soft whoosh of the door's mechanism a stark contrast to the turmoil inside.

as you exited, the cooler hallway air enveloped you, offering little respite from the turmoil. your breath came in ragged gasps, exhaustion and adrenaline warring within.

you struggled to stand, legs trembling beneath you. each step felt like an eternity, your knees buckling under the weight of fatigue. only a few feet into the hallway, your strength abandoned you. your knees hit the floor with a soft thud, the impact jarring your already frayed nerves. the black dahlias slipped from your grasp, petals scattering across the polished floor. your vision blurred, and for a moment, the world spun around you.

suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted and cradled, enveloped in a warm, secure embrace. strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the cold floor. you could hear someone speaking to you, their voice low and soothing, but the words blur together, indecipherable. your mind struggles to focus, but exhaustion overwhelms you.

your eyelids grow heavy, weighted down by fatigue. no matter how hard you try, you can't shake off the relentless sleepiness. as your consciousness fades, you're vaguely aware of the person carrying you breaking into a run. their footsteps pound the ground, rhythmic and steady.

the world around you dissolves into a haze, sounds muffled and distant. you feel the gentle bounce of each step, the warmth of the person's chest against your cheek. despite the turmoil, you feel a strange sense of safety, protected in this embracing cocoon. your thoughts fragment, scattering like leaves on the wind.

sleep claims you, pulling you under its dark, soothing waves. your last awareness is of the steady heartbeat against your ear, a lullaby of sorts.

...everything fades to black.

you woke up slowly, to the sound of three voices, their laughter and conversation drifting through the air like a gentle breeze. your body ached, protesting even the slightest movement, so you lay still, letting your eyes blink open slowly.

as your gaze focused, you saw three figures sitting in a relaxed circle around you. woonggi and sunoo were easily recognizable, their smiles and laughter familiar. but the third voice, the third person, was a mystery. your eyes narrowed, trying to place them.

"wow, so you're like pretty good at swimming," its tone light and teasing.

"i suppose, i tend to work out a lot in general, so," the voice was deep with a small chuckle.

"yeah, i can totally see that," another tone chimed in.

your eyesight blurred, a hazy fog lingering as you struggled to focus. the room spun, and your gaze drifted, searching for an anchor.

woonggi and sunoo's playful banter wafted through the air, their flirtatious tones intertwining with the unknown person's smooth responses. but then, a scent wafted in, slicing through the chaos. amber and cinnamon, a warm, inviting blend that stirred something deep within.

your eyes trailed the fragrance, homing in on its source. the person beside you, clad in a black school blazer, seemed to radiate the aroma. slowly, you turned your head upwards, hesitant to break the spell. the side profile of the newcomer came into view, chiseled features and sharp jawline. your mind faltered, unable to recall his name. but the memory of his face lingered, etched from that fateful assembly.

"oh my devil! y/n! are you okay? can you hear us?" sunoo's anxious voice pierced the air as he rushed to your side, his eyes scanning your face.

you lay in the elevated medical coffin, surrounded by the familiar comforts of the schools infirmary. but your mind was a jumbled mess. woonggi stood up, pouting, "yah, y/n, you said you were going to our dorm, you liar!" his playful scolding was a stark contrast to the concern etched on sunoo's face. you groaned, your body protesting every movement. your voice, hoarse from disuse, cracked as you spoke, "what's going on?"

"yeah, that's what we wanna know, you idiot," woonggi shot back, earning a stern elbow from sunoo. sunoo's gentle touch on your shoulder was a soothing balm. "easy, y/n, take your time." you closed your eyes, wincing silently as pain lanced through your body. memories swirled, fragmented and elusive.

"i cant remember..." you trailed off, frustration creeping in.

"jake said he saw you crawling out of the music room and collapsed on the floor," sunoo began, his words measured. "then he saw a guy running out of the music room. did someone do something to you? cause i'll fucking stake someone—"

"stop talking so fast," you groaned, slowly pulling the blankets off you. your head spun, and sunoo's words blurred together.

as you turned to your right, a stranger's face came into view. his features were chiseled, with piercing brown eyes that seemed to hold a deep intensity. "and who's jake...?" you asked, your gaze locked onto the mysterious figure. jake's expression softened, and he nodded, "please, call me jaeyun. i saw you... struggling. i'm glad i was able to get you help."

jaeyun bowed with refined elegance, his movements fluid and precise, like a prince acknowledging his subject. you reciprocated with a slow, awkward bow, "right... um, yes, thank you." your eyes darted between jaeyun and your friends, a mix of gratitude and unease swirling within.

sunoo's concerned voice broke the silence, "you don't remember what happened?" his brow furrowed, eyes scanning your face. you took a moment to gather your thoughts, but like a dam breaking, memories flooded back. shiloh's ominous words echoed in your mind: "the flowers aren't what you think they are."

your gaze dropped, and your brow furrowed. "black dahlias..." you whispered, the words barely audible. sunoo's confusion was palpable. "what?" he leaned in, his voice soft.

your head snapped upwards, scanning the room frantically, as if searching for a lost piece of yourself. "where's the flowers?" your voice was laced with urgency, a hint of desperation creeping in. you pulled your legs towards the edge, ready to stand, but woonggi's firm hand on your shoulder held you back. his grip was gentle yet firm, concern etched on his face.

"hyunwoo's?" woonggi asked, exchanging a questioning glance with sunoo. the soft glow of the dorm room's lamp cast a warm light on their worried expressions. you nodded fervently, your eyes pleading for understanding. memories of shiloh's ominous words and the black dahlias' eerie beauty swirled in your mind.

sunoo and woonggi shrugged, turning to jaeyun for answers. he stood with arms politely clasped, his expression serene, like a statue untouched by the turmoil around him. noticing everyone's gaze, jaeyun explained, "when i found you, there were no flowers..." his voice trailed off, accompanied by a charming smile, as if expecting praise for his good deed. your confusion deepened. you were certain you'd grabbed the black dahlias and brought them with you, their delicate petals and dark centers etched in your memory.

jaeyun's smile faltered for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something else in his eyes, before he recovered. just then, his phone chimed softly, breaking the tension. he pulled it from his pocket, scanning the text message. his eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of intrigue on his face. "oh, i've gotta get going, but it was very nice meeting you three," jaeyun said, his bright smile reclaiming its place. the warmth in his tone seemed genuine, yet you sensed an undercurrent of haste. sunoo and woonggi bowed, shy smiles on their faces, as jaeyun turned to leave. "make sure to take care of yourself," jaeyun said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he addressed you. for a moment, his gaze held a depth that made you wonder if he saw more than he let on.

with a final nod, jaeyun departed, leaving an air of mystery in his wake. the soft click of the door closing behind him echoed through the room. as the silence stretched, sunoo whispered, "what just happened?" his brow furrowed, confusion etched on his face.

woonggi's eyes narrowed. "and what's with the flowers?" his tone held a hint of suspicion. you sat, lost in thought, the black dahlias' significance weighing heavily on your mind. shiloh's words, jaeyun's enigmatic smile, and the flowers' disappearance swirled into a maddening puzzle.

you shook your head in frustration, trying to clear the jumbled thoughts. but before you could speak, a nurse walked in, his dark orange scrubs a vibrant contrast to the dull hospital room. "i see you're awake," he said with a warm smile. you nodded, still trying to gather your bearings. "we took care of him," woonggi chimed in, a chuckle underlying his voice. the nurse's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "i see that as well."

he approached you, a small flashlight in hand. "let's check your pupils." you winced as the bright light pierced your eyes, but obeyed, following the beam as instructed. "you know, using your abilities continuously can be draining for half-bloods. your human side is not meant to withhold such strength,” he lightly scolded, “you may be feeling a bit of aching everywhere and sensitivity to loud noises for a little while," the nurse began, scribbling notes on his clipboard.

woonggi whispered to sunoo, his voice barely audible, "check and check." his smirk hinted at amusement. sunoo stifled a snicker, his eyes darting between you and the nurse.

the nurse continued, oblivious to the exchange. "i’ll give you just some painkillers for the aching. you're lucky to have such attentive friends. please just rest for today." as the nurse finished his examination and left, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

"jaeyun is so hot, i'm jealous he didn't pick me up," woonggi whined, his eyes sparkling with playful envy. sunoo nodded, his voice filled with awe. "can you believe he has a body like that with just swimming?" but your mind was elsewhere, consumed by the dark memories of shiloh's attack. his sinister power, the feel of his hands on you, the black dahlias....

your heart racing, you stood up as quickly as you could, grabbing your ruby blazer and throwing it over your shoulders. the familiar weight of the fabric offered a semblance of comfort. "lets head back to the dorm, i need to tell you guys something," you said, urgency lacing your tone. woonggi and sunoo exchanged curious glances but followed you without question.

as you stormed out of the infirmary, the bright fluorescent lights gave way to the dimly lit corridors of the school. your footsteps echoed through the empty halls, your mind racing with the words you'd say to your friends.

two hours had passed since your revelation, and the familiar dorm room now felt like a battleground. the shouting echoed through the vents, a cacophony of emotions. "stop yelling, please!" you pleaded, holding onto your head, trying to ward off the brewing headache.

sunoo stood up from his closed coffin, his eyes wide with disbelief. "we've gotta tell someone," he urged, his voice laced with urgency. woonggi gestured dramatically towards the door. "that fucker is out there, probably waiting to attack someone else!" his face reddened with anger. you sighed, attempting to reason with your friends. "you don't get it. i think... i think he was trying to warn me." sunoo and woonggi exchanged incredulous glances, their expressions unyielding.

"y/n, listen to me," woonggi began, his voice measured, each syllable enunciated slowly. "shiloh is a psychopath, who wanted to hurt you." his hands grasped yours, warmth and concern radiating from his touch. "he attacked you, left you for dead," sunoo added, his tone firm but gentle. "what warning could possibly justify that?"

you shook your head, struggling to articulate the fragmented thoughts. "the black dahlias... shiloh's words... it felt like a message." woonggi's grip tightened. "a message? he nearly killed you!" the divide between your perspectives seemed insurmountable.

"you guys don't understand," you tried to explain, pulling your hands free from woonggi's grasp. "shiloh's never been one to involve himself with people. he's always kept to himself."

sunoo's expression softened slightly, curiosity replacing some of the anger. "what makes you think he was trying to warn you, specifically?" you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "it's just... shiloh's always been distant, never participating in classes or social events. but that day, he sought me out. and those flowers... the black dahlias... they meant something."

woonggi's skepticism remained unwavering. "so, you're saying this psychopath, who's been hiding in the shadows, suddenly decides to attack you because..of the flowers?"

you nodded, conviction growing. "exactly. shiloh is too timid... 'the flowers aren't what you think they are'... it's like he was trying to tell me something without saying it outright." sunoo's eyes narrowed. "but what could he possibly want to warn you about?" you shook your head, frustration mounting. "that's what i need to figure out." the room fell silent, each of you lost in thought.

sunoo's voice broke the silence, his tone cautious. "y/n, promise me we're going to tell someone about shiloh and what he did."

you hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "y/n, promise me," sunoo repeated, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for assurance. woonggi's gaze also bore into you, equally concerned. you took a deep breath, weighing your options. "i... i need to do something about this myself." sunoo's eyes widened. "what do you mean?"

your resolve hardened. "i'm going to find shiloh myself. i need to know why he did what he did." woonggi's face fell, alarm etched on his features. "y/n, no! that's crazy! sunoo's voice rose. "you can't seriously think that's a good idea!" you stood firm, determination burning within. "i have to know the truth. and i have to hear it from him." the room fell silent once more, tension hanging heavy.

woonggi's expression transformed from concern to determination. he strode to his dresser, yanked open a drawer, and pulled out a sharp comb. "alright, we're going with you," woonggi declared, his eyes flashing with resolve.

sunoo's face reflected his internal struggle, but eventually, he nodded in agreement. "we can't let you do this alone." you felt a surge of gratitude toward your friends. "we'll find shiloh together," sunoo vowed, his voice firm.

woonggi began to comb his hair with swift, aggressive strokes. "and when we do, he'll regret ever messing with you." the comb's sharp teeth glinted in the dim light, a makeshift weapon at the ready. "let's move," woonggi said, tucking the comb into his back pocket. sunoo stood, his eyes locked on yours. "stay sharp. we don't know what we're up against." with a deep breath, the three of you set out to uncover the truth behind shiloh's ominous warning and the mysterious black dahlias. the corridors of eternal academy loomed before you, shrouded in uncertainty.

you three scoured the school grounds, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of shiloh. the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the deserted corridors, and illuminating the vibrant colors of the autumn leaves. the crisp air carried the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage.

"where could he be?" sunoo muttered, frustration etched on his face, his brow furrowed in concern.

woonggi checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his eyes scanning the surrounding area. "we've been searching for hours. he can't just vanish." you decided to try another approach, your mind racing with possibilities. "let's check his dorm. maybe someone's seen him."

as you entered shiloh's dormitory, you were greeted by the familiar sight of his dorm-mates lounging on their beds, surrounded by scattered textbooks and laptops. the soft glow of the evening lights cast a warm ambiance.

"hey, have you guys seen shiloh?" you asked, approaching ej, who was engrossed in a video game.

ej paused his game, his eyes squinting slightly. "haven't seen him since morning announcements." taki, who was reading a novel on his bed, nodded in agreement. "yeah, he left right after assembly. kept mumbling to himself that he had stuff to take care of." you exchanged concerned glances with sunoo and woonggi, your hearts sinking.

"did he say what he was doing?" sunoo asked, his voice laced with curiosity. ej shrugged, his shoulders barely rising off the bed. you thanked them for the information, your minds racing with possibilities. "where could he be?" woonggi wondered aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.

sunoo's expression turned grim, his jaw clenched. "and what's he planning?” the darkness gathering outside seemed to mirror the uncertainty within. the school's usually lively atmosphere had given way to an eerie silence.

as you stepped out of the dorm, the cool night air enveloped you, carrying the faint scent of smoke from the school's chimney. "let's check the library," you suggested, a hunch forming in your mind. sunoo nodded. "and then the greenhouses. maybe he's hiding something." woonggi's hand instinctively went to the comb in his back pocket. "we'll find him." the three of you ventured into the night, determined to uncover shiloh's secrets.

you winced, a sharp pang stabbing through your temples. your head was throbbing, the tension and worry over shiloh's disappearance taking its toll. "ugh, not now," you muttered, digging into your pocket for the bottle of painkillers.

you quickly popped another tablet into your mouth, dry-swallowing it with a grimace. sunoo's concerned gaze met yours. "y/n, maybe we should take a break. you're not exactly..." you shook your head, cutting him off. "no, we need to keep looking. we can't just leave shiloh out there."

woonggi's eyes narrowed. "what if he doesn't want to be found?" you pushed on, determination driving you forward. "then we'll just have to try harder." the painkiller began to kick in, numbing the ache in your head. but your mind remained razor-sharp, focused on the task at hand.

"library's next," sunoo reminded, his voice softening. as you entered the library, the musty scent of old books enveloped you. the dim lighting and hushed atmosphere felt like a refuge from the darkness outside. you scanned the shelves, searching for any sign of shiloh. the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of pages.

"i think we should split up to cover more ground," you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper. sunoo's eyes narrowed, concern etched on his face. "are you sure that's a good idea? we should stick together." woonggi's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "no, no, no. bad idea. what if we get separated? what if... what if shiloh's lurking around to attack us?"

noticing woonggi’s courage was now gone, you reassured them with a nod. "we'll be fine. we can cover more ground this way. meet back here in 20 minutes?" sunoo hesitated, his gaze lingering on you. "be careful, okay?" woonggi's anxiety was palpable. "what if i find something? what if... what if i find him?" you offered a reassuring smile. "just shout. we'll hear you."

with reluctant nods, the three of you parted ways, disappearing into the labyrinthine corridors of the old victorian library. the creaking of wooden shelves and faint rustle of pages echoed through the silence as you ventured deeper.

your footsteps echoed off the high ceilings, the ornate chandeliers casting flickering shadows on the walls. you navigated through rows of dusty bookshelves, scanning the titles for any clues. every now and then, you'd catch a glimpse of sunoo or woonggi, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of candles.

you walked down the aisle of bookshelves, the soft creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet echoing through the silence. the air grew thick with the musty scent of old books and dust, and the faint glow of overhead lamps cast long shadows across the walls.

as you delved deeper into the library's shadowy and isolated areas, the silence seemed to swell, like a living entity enveloping you. you strained your ears, ready to pick up any sound that might betray shiloh's presence. your footsteps slowed, and you paused, listening intently. the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the old building.

suddenly, a faint rustle caught your attention. you froze, your heart quickening. the sound came from the next row of bookshelves, about 20 feet away. you crept forward, your senses on high alert. the rustling grew louder, accompanied by the soft whisper of pages turning. your hand instinctively went to the edge of the bookshelf, using it for cover as you peeked around the corner.

you peeked around the corner, and your gaze landed on none other than jake, leaning effortlessly against a bookcase. his eyes sparkled with amusement as he charmed three besotted boys, who gazed at him with adoration. "you're literally a work of art, jake," one of them sighed.

"i know, right?" jaeyun replied, flashing a disarming smile. "i've been told i'm the modern embodiment of david." the trio giggled, their eyes shining with admiration. "we wish we could be as beautiful as you," another boy said wistfully. jaeyun chuckled, his hair falling across his forehead. "beauty is subjective, boys. but thanks for the vote of confidence."

you tried not to roll your eyes at the scene unfolding before you. jaeyun’s charm was undeniable, but the fawning attention seemed excessive. as you observed, jaeyun caught your gaze, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment. a hint of amusement danced in his expression, as if daring you to join the fan club. you quickly looked away, feigning disinterest. but your heart skipped a beat at the brief eye-contact.

keeping to the task at hand, you looked away from jaeyun’s captivating scene and tried to seem nonchalant. you turned your head to the other side, focusing on the rows of books stretching before you. the musty scent of old pages and leather bindings enveloped you, a comforting familiarity.

you followed through the corridor of books, your footsteps quiet on the worn carpet. the shelves seemed to close in around you, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. as you walked deeper into the humongous library, the silence grew thicker, punctuated only by the occasional creak of wooden shelves or rustle of pages. the air vibrated with the weight of knowledge, each book a portal to a new world.

you wandered through the stacks, running your fingers over the spines of the books. titles blurred together – classics, bestsellers, and obscure texts. your eyes scanned the shelves, searching for a glimpse of shiloh. the library's labyrinthine layout seemed designed to get lost in. you turned a corner, entering a section dedicated to ancient civilizations. dusty tomes and leather-bound volumes lined the shelves.

you turned a corner, lost in thought, when suddenly a book fell from the shelf above, landing with a soft thud right in front of you. you jumped, your heart racing, and instinctively balled your fist with electricity spiking around it.

"you gotta be kidding me," you sighed, embarrassment washing over you. your face warmed as you realized how startled you'd been. you took a deep breath, clearing your throat nervously. "way to stay calm," you muttered to yourself. as you bent to pick up the book, you noticed its title: "the art of stealth and deception." irony wasn't lost on you.

just as you stood up, a low chuckle echoed from the prior shelves. you turn wide-eyed by the sound, "someone's a little jumpy." you turned to face the speaker, your eyes scanning the rows of books. a figure emerged from the shadows – jaeyun. his piercing gaze met yours, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "find what you're looking for?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

you sighed from relief, your tension dissipating as you recognized the boy who saved you earlier. "oh, it's just you," you said, a hint of gratitude in your voice. you closed the book, shaking your head. "i was uh... browsing..." you trailed off, attempting to come up with a convincing excuse. but before you could continue, another book fell from the shelf, landing with a thud between you two, more so in front of him. the sudden noise made you both pause.

jaeyun picked up the book, his eyes still locked on yours for a fleeting moment. you shared a look, both of you searching for answers.

you broke eye contact, gazing upwards to locate the source of the fallen book. the high shelves stretched above, rows of leather-bound tomes and dusty volumes seeming to touch the ceiling. as you scanned the shelves, jaeyun opened the book, his eyes scanning the pages. "what does it say?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

jaeyun's eyes darted towards you, a soft smile spreading across his face. "it's called... 'chance encounters, forever entwined'". the title hung in the air, filling the space between you with a promise of possibility. you exchanged gentle glances with jaeyun, the tension between you shifting from unease to anticipation.

you raised an eyebrow, "..interesting." your tone was neutral, but your mind whirled with questions. you looked back up at the high shelf where the book came from, searching for answers. but there was nothing – no sign of disturbance, no hint of movement.

the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft creak of leather-bound books. jaeyun closed the book, his eyes never leaving yours. he stepped closer, his arm brushing against yours as he slid the book into a nearby shelf.

the title, "chance encounters, forever entwined", disappeared from view, but its words lingered in your mind. jaeyun's proximity made you acutely aware of the narrow space between you. his warmth and scent enveloped you, making your heart skip a beat.

you stare at his side profile and think for a second, you asked suddenly, "hey, why did you tell me to call you jaeyun instead of jake?" jaeyun's expression shifted from calm to contemplative. he looked down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he hummed. he took a tiny step back, creating space to gather his thoughts. the movement was subtle, but it spoke volumes. you didn't realize the question would be so difficult to answer. jaeyun's voice was measured when he spoke, "i give people i don't like a... different name to call me."

his pause was deliberate, as if choosing words carefully. "meaning, they think we're close, but we aren't," he concluded, his gaze holding yours. the admission hung in the air, revealing a glimpse of jaeyun's guarded nature. you sensed a deeper meaning behind his words, a hint of vulnerability. "why tell me?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

jaeyun's eyes searched yours, as if weighing his response. "maybe i want you to know the difference," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. you felt a flutter in your chest, unsure how to interpret his words. "the difference?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. jaeyun nodded, his gaze still locked on yours.

the air thickened with tension, the distance between you shrinking. you sensed a hidden message, a promise of sorts. "and which one would i be?" you asked, your heart racing. jaeyun's smile was enigmatic. "that's for you to decide."

you felt a chill run down your spine as realization dawned. jaeyun's charming smile, the flirtatious banter – it was all a ruse. you were just another plaything to him, a temporary distraction. you werent into the idea of being treated like one of his fanboys. jaeyun's charming smile, the flirtatious banter – it was all a ruse. you were just another plaything, a temporary distraction. your gaze turned icy, narrowing as you stared at jaeyun. his expression faltered, sensing the shift in your demeanor.

an image flashed in your mind – the black dahlias. jaeyun's face, his hands carefully selecting the flowers. your mind reeled. connection after connection clicked into place. jaeyun's face, etched in your memory, was the same face that had picked up the flowers before picking you up. jaeyun's eyes, once warm and inviting, now seemed calculating. his smile, a clever facade.

you took a step forward, your voice firm. "you..." jaeyun's eyes locked onto yours, his expression transforming from calm to cautious. "...you did pick up the flowers," you stated, realization crystallizing. jaeyun's brow furrowed, his head tilting slightly in confusion.

"you lied," you accused, your tone sharpening. "why?" before you could press for answers, jaeyun began backing away, his eyes never leaving yours. he retreated down the corridor, his movements fluid and deliberate.

you sprinted after jaeyun, determined to keep pace. "wait!" you urged, your voice echoing down the corridor. jaeyun's long strides devoured the distance, but you refused to let him escape. "you know something, don't you?!" you pressed, your words tumbling out in a rush. jaeyun's pace faltered, his shoulders tensing. for an instant, he slowed, and you seized the opportunity.

you grasped his arm, spinning him around to face you. "tell me," you demanded, eyes locked on his. jaeyun's expression twisted, a mix of surprise and wariness.

before jaeyun could answer your urgent question, a sudden gust of wind swept through, sending your hair flying and books tumbling to the ground. the overwhelming scent of cherry and musk made you struggle to not appear surprised, but jaeyun remained steadfast, unmoved by the disruption.

that's when you noticed him – a newcomer standing behind jaeyun, his broad, angular shoulders exuding confidence. he didn't acknowledge you, his gaze fixed on jaeyun as he spoke in a monotone, authoritative tone. "swimming tryouts are in two hours. we should head over."

jaeyun nodded obediently, his earlier tension replaced by compliance. you felt a moment of understanding as you realized this newcomer's ability was speed – and he seemed to wield significant influence over jaeyun. the air was thick with unspoken dynamics, leaving you wondering what had just transpired.

as jaeyun and the newcomer turned to leave, you grasped jaeyun's arm, halting his departure. "jaeyun, wouldn't it be better to finish our very important conversation first?" you asked, your tone laced with urgency.

jaeyun flinched at the sound of his name, his eyes darting nervously to the newcomer. the stranger's movements slowed to a stop, his gaze locking onto jaeyun with an air of curiosity.

"jaeyun...?" he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise and questioning. you exchanged a confused glance between the two, sensing a subtle undercurrent. jaeyun offered only a sheepish shrug, his expression a mask of awkwardness. the tension hung like a challenge, awaiting resolution.

the newcomer's gaze drifted away from jaeyun's uneasy expression, tracing a deliberate path down to your hand, still wrapped around jaeyun's arm. his eyes lingered, then continued their ascent, locking onto your face with an unnerving intensity.

his dark, piercing eyes conveyed a clear message: disdain. silence hung heavy, thick with unspoken tension. no words were needed; the stranger's gaze spoke volumes. jaeyun remained frozen, caught between your grasp and his companion's disapproving stare.

the air seemed to vibrate with tension as the newcomer's gaze bore into yours. jaeyun shifted uncomfortably, his arm tensing beneath your hand. "ah, jungwon," jaeyun ventured, his voice tentative, "this is..."

jungwon’s eyes never left yours, his expression unyielding. "i know who he is," jungwon interrupted, his voice low and even. the undertone was unmistakable – a warning. jaeyun's arm slipped from your grasp, and he stepped back, creating distance.

"we’re going," jungwon stated, his eyes still locked on yours. jaeyun nodded, his eyes darting between you and his friend. "yeah, swimming tryouts," jaeyun muttered. with that, they turned to leave, jungwon's dark eyes no longer lingering on yours. how did he know who you were?

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feyascorner · 11 months ago

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Preview | The Fangs Between Us

summary. “I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.”

Intimacy is not something you like to indulge in after your last lover nearly strangled you to death. Sometimes, you wonder if letting him ascend would mean he would still be here, by your side, rather than lurking the shadows of Baldur's Gate.

warnings. angst, comfort, slow burn, reader is a bard

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

parts. 0, TBA

a/n. This is just a preview of the multi-chapter fic I thought of :)) I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue writing it yet, but I'll definitely try lol. It takes place after the game!!!

As dark spots blur your vision, you realize you can no longer breathe.

His hands–the slender pale fingers you’ve grown to love more than your own–wrap desperately around your throat, digging crescent-shaped indents into your skin. You’d always thought that if he were ever to realize you weren’t as precious to him as he believed you to be, your neck would be the one part of yourself he’d continued to cherish. The softness in which he brushed his fangs against the most vulnerable areas of your throat had led you to believe so.

But as you stare up at him with wide eyes meeting a murderous glare, you understand that you are wrong.

His crimson eyes gleam with an emotion you’ve seen plenty on his pretty face, but never toward a friend. Never to you. You’re going to die, you think. And it wouldn’t have seemed so bad to die at his hands if it were not for the hatred reaching his eyes.

You’re not sure who–maybe Karlach or Wyll–but someone tears him away from you. Your chest dares to tighten from the loss of contact, yet you desperately grasp at the air, hands flying to the tender flesh of your neck while Shadowheart rushes to your side in an instant with her eyes narrowed dangerously at the very man who’d made the dark blemishes.

They’re yelling. Everyone is. At you, out of panic, or at Astarion, you’re not sure, but you just stare at the vampire spawn who’s now unwillingly locked into a life cast into the shadows of the city. He doesn’t look at anyone else besides you, either.

He says something and a few more muffled voices spit back before he throws the dagger you’d given him to the ground, turning to leave. Your hearing clears just in time to hear his parting words.

“I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.”

A pair of hands shake you awake, and you quickly remember the poor consequences to your back of falling asleep on the empty, narrow street beside the Elfsong tavern. You look up wearily, eyes in a daze as Shadowheart sighs irritably, brows furrowed in a way that tells you to ready yourself for a scolding. “Honestly, at this point, I’m just surprised you haven’t gotten robbed during the night yet.”

You force yourself onto your feet, leaning against the walls as you rub at the crust forming under your eyes. “I have nothing of value anyway. They’re better off stealing from some other poor bard who actually bothers to write songs.”

She raises a brow at this, scanning over your appearance. “Where is your lyre?”

“Sold it,” you shrug, dusting off the muck garnered at the sides of your pants. “Wasn’t much use to me anymore. Better off adding to the funds to rebuild the city, don’t you think?”

Shadowheart frowns, and it makes you look away shamefully. Thankfully, she quickly shakes her head and then paces past you. “Speaking of which, are you in any condition to help out today? Gale’s promptly exhausted trying to cast mage hand at least a dozen times yesterday to rebuild the Blushing Mermaid. That foolish wizard nearly passed out by noon.”

“‘Course,” you offer a pathetic smile. “We’re nearly finished with the Baldur’s Mouth. I’ll catch up with you once I check up on everyone there.”

“Very well,” she says. She purses her lips after a slight pause. “You should stop falling asleep on the street. Especially since there’s been quite a few murders recently around the city,” she checks to see if you haven’t dazed off, “I expect you to come home tonight–We’re making stew.”

“I will. Don’t think my back can stand much more of this anyway.”

Her shoulders relax the slightest bit, and she finally manages to catch your darting eyes. “Is it the nightmares again? They’re getting worse, aren’t they?”

Your throat goes dry, and you can feel your knees grasping at its remaining strength as you search your mind for a way to respond. You’re tempted to lie through your gritted teeth, knowing she’s fully aware regardless of what pathetic answer you offer her, but you opt to seal your mouth shut, shrugging.

The flash of disappointment in her eyes is enough to make you feel the knots tighten in your stomach. With a curt note, she turns to walk away, glancing back for one last time. “Don’t give him the privilege of occupying a part of your mind for so long. He doesn’t deserve even the dirty filth you have all over yourself.”

For the first time after he nearly killed you and you defeated the Elder Brain four months ago, you think she might be right about him.

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 x reader #fluff #angst

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joelswritingmistress · 6 months ago

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 11

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

I couldn't remain in the cabin with all the commotion going on outside. I already heard Joel addressing the situation as I got myself together and hurried out the door, reaching for a paint brush as a prop for good measure.

Ralph stood there in the same clothes I'd seen him in the other day, gripping the rusted handles of his bicycle as he glared at Joel.

“I told the others!” The old man said, “They didn't believe me. Don't you care about your people here?” Ralph’s glare doubled down, “You're doomed! You're all doomed!”

“You can't keep doing this,” Joel said to him. “I'm going to have to call the sheriff the next time-”

“There won't be a next time!” He motioned with a crooked, boney finger. “Not if you stay!”

“Alright.” Joel removed the cell phone from his pocket and began to dial, though Ralph quickly hopped on his bike and struggled to take off into the woods - again.

“What's with this guy?” I grumbled, looking at Joel first and then to Sandra who leaned an arm on Jeff’s shoulder.

“He's a real prophet of doom,” Jeff said, smirking as he shook his head.

“And the cops hauled us in.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “But not that creep.”

“I'll call up the local department and let them know he's been hanging around,” Joel assured all of us. He wiggled his iPhone and nodded, “Let's get back to work.”

My eyes met Joel's and we shared a subtle smile before returning to the cabin. When I went to dive back in, his lips met mine but he pulled back and rested his hands on my waist. A lazy grin lingered on his face.

“Why don't we agree to meet back here after dinner tonight?” Joel suggested, “We can have a little privacy. I should probably be keeping a closer eye on things, anyway.”

“That's fair.” I nodded closed my eyes when he pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled when he playfully kissed down my neck and then back to my lips.

“I'm giving people one last night on the town, so maybe we can have a few drinks, I'll come back and make my rounds and then we could agree to ten o'clock?”

“I'll be here at 9:45.”

Joel chuckled and pecked my lips again. “Alright. I'm going to chase down Ralph and call it in, then I'll be back to help you paint.”

When three o'clock rolled around I felt the muscles aching in my sunburned arms. “No wonder Mr. Myagi had the Karate Kid painting all the time,” I said when I met up with Sandra down by the lake. We both stripped off our t-shirts, sporting bathing suits beneath them. “That was an arm workout.”

Sandra tossed her shirt and did some arm circles, shrugging her shoulders each time she did. “You're telling me. I'm wiped out.” She hurried onto the dock ahead of me and began a tiptoed jog down the length of it before diving into the cool water.

I trailed my new friend, following her lead as I, too, didn't waste time jumping into the lake. Mine was more of a pencil dive.

“I'm joining you!” I heard Teri call out when I resurfaced. She ditched her shorts and tank top on the beach sand to reveal her tye-dye bikini and came sprinting down the dock. Her petite body managed a giant cannon ball, causing Sandra and I to laugh when water splashed over us.

“Perfect 10!” Sandra shouted.

The boys joined in soon after, leaving Vicki and Mark at the edge of the lake where she doused his broad shoulders with lake water. He didn't seem to mind as their flirtation continued.

My heart ached for Joel, even though I was having plenty of fun splashing around in the water with everyone. When he finally appeared through the trees, a heat rose in my chest.

“Coming in?” Scott asked when Joel made his way down the dock.

“Not right now.” Joel grinned and put his hands on his hips.

“Forget your Speedo?” Ted asked.

“I have my pink one on under these,” Joel teased back, toying with the fabric on his cargo shorts. I giggled along with the rest of them.

“No, I'm actually here to let you know that if you'd like one more night on the town, tonight's the night; at least until mid summer when we have a week break to prepare for the second session.”

“A night out, I'm in!” Sandra said right away.

Jeff slicked back his hair, “I'm in, too. What kind of nightlife does this town have?”

“A couple dive bars,” I told him with a laugh.

“There is that place on the water on the opposite side of the lake.”

“The Casino Bar?” I asked.

“You have a casino here?” Sandra asked.

“Not quite,” I said with a laugh, “That's just the name of it.”

“It's a semi dive,” Joel said with a laugh. “Good views though.”

“I'm in,” Sandra repeated.

Teri scrunched her nose, “As much as I might regret it, I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to stay back and get to bed early.”

Scott pretended to yawn, “I'm sorta tired myself.” He smiled at the still-uninterested Teri, “Think I'll stick around, too.”

“I'm going,” Ted raised his hand.

“You driving?” Joel joked.

“Ehhhh…” He made a face.

“Mark?” Vicki turned to him and smiled, “Do you want to go?”

He made a face. “Nothing spoils a party faster than a drunk in a wheelchair.”

“That's crap.” She shook her head, “I'll take care of you. We can go together.”

“I think I'd rather stay in.”

She wore a little grin, “Would you mind my company?”

Mark smiled back. “I wouldn't mind at all.”

“(Y/N)?” Joel looked right at me.

“Yeah, sounds like fun.”

“Okay, then it's settled.”

Ted cleared his throat, “I think our wanderers should drive us.” He motioned to Jeff and Sandra, “They caused the uproar over here with the cops, and-”

Jeff swam a few feet over and dunked him under the water. When Ted came back up for air he never opened his eyes but continued trying to make his point about Jeff driving. Jeff dunked him again.

I couldn't help but laugh. This group felt like they were my people. I had only been around them for a short time but we all seemed to click.

“What time, boss?” Jeff asked, finally letting go of Ted.

“You want to leave here around seven?”

“Early bird special,” Ted continued to tease him, “The old man gets tired around nine.”

“Seven is fine!” Sandra shouted over him.

“Don't make me change my mind,” Joel shot back with a lopsided grin, pointing at Ted.

“Teddy!” Sandra shouted and Jeff dunked him again.

I looked up at Joel and he gave a wink, mouthing the words, “Ten o'clock,” and holding up all ten fingers.

I smirked and nodded before he bid everyone a temporary farewell and headed back through the trees towards the main cabin.

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lupunsus · 2 years ago

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who’d u reckon would own a bunny hybrid? 👀

im not gonna sugarcoat it anon, but bunny hybrids are the common hybrid to get among perverted degenerates, and underneath all the complicated layers these yanderes have is just some horny perv who think they're doing a good thing by taking them in. We all know the truth, though.

im gonna ramble under the cut, but as always, be sure to check out @cinnamonest as their hybrid writings inspired this blog into existence

warning: nsfw. bottom reader. gorou forces himself on reader, but i try to avoid being specific. tighnari thinks about it but drugs you instead. overall horny canine boys who can't decide whether to eat or fuck bunny hybrid 😔

in the future, all works with nsfw will be tagged with #.luspicy

Gorou:

God, just thinking about a bunny hybrid,, i know cinnamonest wrote about gorou having a cat hybrid, but like, I can't stop remembering Beastars and (I stopped watching it but I'll get back into it again) how fitting a floppy eared little bunny would be for him. Gorou. A war general in an environment where everything is peaceful, and there isn't much to do to let out all that excess energy.

I like to think that Gorou would meet his bunny darling while out on patrol. Of course, Watatsumi Island is peaceful now, but there's still some bandits and the like lurking about. When he sees them shivering in a cage, knees tucked to their chest and crying, it does something to him that he doesn't understand himself. You just look so...delicious.

You, seeing this dog towering over you with this crazed look in his eyes, makes you thankful that there's a cage separating the two of you. Even when he "kindly" asks if you know where the key is, you adamantly shake your head no. It's obvious he wants to eat you! He's even drooling! Staying in the cage is definitely safer than trusting this deranged predator looking as if he's finally found the prey of his dreams.

Gorou is strong anyway. He doesn't need something like a key to free you. It only helps in scaring you more when he rips the cage open with a smile on his face. Having you clinging onto the bars was a bit of a problem, though. Gorou just wants to help you out! Usually, bunny hybrids are grateful creatures from what he's heard, but it seems like you're the opposite of that. And stubborn to boot. Don't worry. He offers coming with him the easy way or the hard way.

The easy way is a much better option, as the other would be leaving you out here alone, cage open, for anyone to just kidnap. Of course, he'd warn the soldiers to keep an eye out for you. "They got injured because of my carelessness, so I want to make it up to them!" People would think a bandit or a monster got to you while he was distracted. There's no way someone as nice and dependable as Gorou would harm such an innocent creature like you!

Unfortunately, people forget that Gorou is a dog hybrid. And dogs are technically domesticated wolves no matter how you see them. If another hybrid like Sucrose (whatever animal she may be) were to witness this, she'd immediately find you herself and bring you back to the safety of her hometown. Well, it probably wouldn't be safe, but it's better than the possibility of being eaten, right? Too bad Albedo only visited Inazuma with Klee, and the two of them stayed on Narukami Island.

Thinking on it more, though, he feels like a run will do him some good. "You could always head back to where you came from. There's boats on the lower part of the island, I could take you there!" No thanks. Even with your limited vocabulary, your instincts were screaming at you to get away. To Gorou, it was a relief that you took the bait. Watching your little cotton tail bob behind you as you tried to escape was adorable. You probably thought you could get away from him and go back to your homeland, but what are the chances you even knew how to use a boat?

It didn't take long for him to find you, and even less time to pin you onto the sand below. You could cry out all you want, but nobody would be able to help you. "Don't cry... I'll make sure it won't hurt too badly~" Confused and scared, the thought of another hybrid, a predator to your kind, would even attempt to mate with you was worse than being eaten by one. And escaping was impossible. He was just so big and you so little! That doesn't stop Gorou. And despite what he promised, it hurt a lot because your body wasn't built to handle someone of his nature.

He did clean you up as best as he could, but seeing his love escape you so easily almost made him rearing to go again if you hadn't passed out from exhaustion. Poor thing, you must be so tired after allowing him to pour out all of his love into you. Don't worry, he doesn't mind carrying you to his home. Ah, but he should probably lock you up so you won't escape...

Maybe he'll tire you out with a couple more rounds in the morning, too. Just to be safe.

Tighnari:

I think Tighnari wouldn't necessarily succumb to his instincts, but he's tempted to. How could he not? Seeing such a cute bunny make themselves at home in his territory, eating the vegetables and herbs that he grew,

It's like you thought that because he was chummy with the humans, he wouldn't possibly think of harming you.

And that's exactly what you thought. That fennec fox hybrid seems to eat plants just like you, so he must've been dropped as a child or raised by herbivores. If it were the latter, then that's great! Herbivores usually don't mind sharing food, so you made a nice little burrow right next to Tighnari's field. It was far away from the other humans, and there was a water source nearby, too, so it was absolutely perfect! Any hybrid would kill to be in your place. Having such a convenient food supply and water next to your den.

However, Tighnari was considering hunting you down because you were prey in his territory. Ah, he shouldn't succumb to his instincts. He should be the bigger person and try to scare you off. He grows dangerous things, too, and he would not like you eating (ruining) his research.

But the cute floppy ears... how would it feel between his teeth? How soft is your little tail? How delicious would you taste if he took a bite out of you? Just a little nibble. It won't hurt. Probably.

You, on the other hand, are starting to feel a bit nervous about your housing arrangement. Your neighbor seems to be staring at you from afar and breathing heavily. Sometimes, he looks at you with a dazed expression, and you can see the saliva creep from his mouth. It's impossible, you think. You've seen him eat mushrooms! On several occasions! It gets creepy when he looks in your den while you're out getting water. You hide from him, but he doesn't make an effort to even chase you. He smells you nearby, but he can smell something even sweeter in your home.

He knows you're going into heat soon.

It doesn't matter what you have between the legs, to Tighnari, you're something meant to be eaten. You're at the bottom of the food chain with the other small and weak animals. If he wanted to mate with you, you'd be taking his knot. Would you give birth to pups or kits? Would some be a mixture? Or maybe there's a possibility of a fennec being an herbivore or a bunny being a carnivore? The researcher part of him wants to know so bad...

But it depends if you could give birth at all. It'd be a shame if you didn't, but if you take his knot nicely, he may reconsider eating you.

Tighnari tries his best to control himself, but when he sees you obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, the string in him snaps. He'll chomp down on those floppy ears of yours before he starts his little "private research."

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archangeldyke-all · 9 months ago

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Hi baby, Im super like not myself lately and my writing has been suffering for it (I haven't touched my laptop since last week 🫠). Just wanted to pop in, say hi, I love you and I'm gonna be lurking and rereading fics on your page tonight for my own personal comfort. Also whenever you feel like it, I've been thinking about black vamp reader and sev going out for their first hunt together, that's all 🥺🥲 Kisses if you want them ladybug 😚

marsssss a million kisses for you baby i'm sorry you're in a funk <3. i love you so so so much i hope you feel better soon! also, yes, lets do it!

disclaimer!! i'm white-- so i'll try to make it an obviously black reader-- but if i make any mistakes just lmk and i'll change it asap!!

men and minors dni

sevika's nervous-- you can tell.

she hasn't let go of your hand since you arrived, and each time someone walks beside your hiding spot-- a dark little alcove in the alley behind a bar-- she gasps.

you squeeze her hand. "relax." you whisper. she huffs.

"can't we just eat more rats for a while?" she asks. you giggle.

"do you want to eat more rats?" you ask. she hums.

it took her a while to adjust to her new life as a vampire. she loves flying-- and even now, a month in to her transformation, she still giggles every time her feet leave the floor.

she's got beef with your little bat friend now that she can understand it-- and the feeling seems to be mutual, since he's always lunging at sevika and making her scream when he comes to visit you. they're both jealous-- possessive of you and your attention. you think it's cute.

when it comes to feeding though, sevika's still a little hesitant.

it's not the killing that puts her off-- hell, she does that anyways.

it's just that sevika became familiar with feeding with you, her acting as the blood bag. she thinks of it as something inherently intimate-- something that's meant to bond two people, something vulnerable.

and while it can be that, most of the time it's much more brutal and much less sexy-- and sevika's had some trouble wrapping her head around it.

but you've gotten tired of draining rats with her-- you miss the full bodied taste of human blood. and she's not really a fan either-- the fur tickles her too much for it to be enjoyable.

which leads you to now.

"what about him?" sevika asks as a drunk man stumbles by your hiding spot. you snort.

"he's not drunk enough." you say. sevika huffs.

"how long do we have to wait?" she whines, tugging your hand in hers. you giggle and press a kiss to her cheek. she relaxes at the press of your lips on her skin.

"as long as it takes, babe." you say. she sighs.

"you didn't tell me being a vampire would be so boring." she groans. you giggle.

"i did, actually." you say. sevika pouts. "c'mon, you don't have any enemies you wanna drain?" you ask. sevika huffs.

"i already told you! i don't have enemies-- at least not for long. i took care of 'em all already." she says, pouting again. you snort.

"so we're stuck here until you make a new one or someone comes stumbling by wasted." you say. she sighs. you kiss her to placate her again, and she hums against your lips. "it's not all bad." you remind her. "i never had a companion with me on my hunts-- this is fun."

"oh, have i been demoted to companion now?" she asks, glaring at you. you giggle.

"well, i don't see a ring on my finger." you say, teasingly wagging your fingers in front of sevika's face. she growls.

"you proposed to me! i don't need to get you a ring!" she cries. you laugh, reaching forward to fiddle with the ring that you pushed on her finger a month ago.

"i'm just saying-- until we say our 'i do's, legally, you're just my roommate."

"you're the one who won't let me take you to the courthouse--"

"they're up top and only open in the daytime! we can't get burnt on our wedding day sev!"

she grumbles, and you lean forward to kiss her again. she sighs against your mouth, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you against her body. you run your hands through her hair and tug, pulling a moan out of her.

just when she starts shoving a thigh between your legs, something down the alleyway clatters. you both look up and watch as a burly man doubles over and vomits behind a dumpster.

"hmm." you say, licking your lips as you examine the man. he's big enough for you to both get a decent drink from him, and drunk enough that he won't remember it in the morning. sevika nudges you.

"him?" she asks. you shrug.

"dunno. it's your first hunt, you tell me." you say.

you watch as sevika's eyes flit up and down the barfing man, her pupils widening and her tongue coming out to lick her lips in hunger.

"he... he's pretty drunk." she says. you nod.

"blacked out, probably." you say. she bites her lip. "can you smell him?" you ask. sevika sniffs the air, and her stomach rumbles. you giggle.

"f-fuck." she whispers.

"better than rats, right?"

"way better." she whispers.

"so?"

"i think it's him." she says, nodding at you. you smile.

"you wanna take the lead or just watch on your first hunt?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"you go first-- i wanna see you in action." she says. you smile, kiss her cheek, then duck out of the alcove.

instinct takes over pretty quick. in a flash, you're in the air and flying over toward the man. you wait for the perfect moment, when he stands back up from vomiting, and then move in a flash.

your hand clamps over his mouth and your limbs wrap around his torso as you sink your teeth into his thoat from behind.

there's a muffled gasp and then a bit of a fight, but in a few seconds, he goes limp and falls to the pavement below him. you take a few big gulps from his artery, then pull off his neck and look over to where your fiance is watching you from her hiding spot.

"c'mere!" you call. she slowly walks over.

"'s a lot more scary when you're not doing it to me." she says. you chuckle.

"yeah, well, i wasn't as gentle and loving with him as i am with you." you say as sevika kneels on the other side of the man between you. you gesture at him. "go ahead." you encourage her.

sevika licks her lips as she looks down at the man beneath her, and then she leans down, lines her teeth up to the puncture wounds you'd left in his throat, and starts drinking.

"fuck." you whisper. she hums and looks up at you from where she's drinking, groaning at the taste. "that's so hot." you say. sevika laughs through her nose.

the blood in your body is filling you with strength and magic, and something warm starts bubbling in your stomach as you watch sevika drink from the holes you'd made in your victims neck.

it's hypnotizing. her throat bobs with each sip, there's a sweet furrow in her brow, and the little hums and grunts she lets out with each sip are incredibly tantalizing.

she's still new to it, and she's incredibly messy as she drinks. blood's covering her chin and cheeks, dripping slowly down her throat, and when she pulls away from him with a gasp, you nearly cum in your pants at the sight of your lover grinning and satisfied and covered in blood.

you launch yourself over the man between the two of you and tackle sevika to the pavement. she grunts as she lands, but quickly starts to laugh as you start licking up the blood covering her skin and grinding down against her thighs.

"fuck." you grunt. "you're so fucking hot." you whine.

"shit, i feel so..."

"warm?"

"yeah." she says, giggling-- a little high from the euphoria of finally drinking human blood. you grin then press your lips against hers. after a minute of making out, sevika pulls away with a gasp. "i want you." she says. you moan.

"you can have me."

sevika pushes you off of her then drags the two of you back into your hiding spot, quickly pushing both of your shirts under your armpits and pulling your pants down to your knees.

it's clumsy and messy and sticky with blood, but neither of you care as you grope and lick and kiss one another anywhere you can reach.

you're both high on blood, giggling and euphoric as you clumsily collide. it's a blur of brown skin on brown skin-- blood on fingertips and spit on lips as you grind and grope each other mindlessly.

you cum together, gasping against each other's mouths and shivering in each other's hands, and when you catch your breath, the first thing you say is "oh, i fucking love you."

sevika huffs and smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"i love you too." she says, laughing. "i'm glad we still fuck after eating-- i was sad to let that go when you turned me." she says. you giggle.

"not regretting it after your first real feed?" you ask, tugging your pants back up over your ass and helping sevika button her own. she scoffs.

"hell no-- that was amazing. does it always taste that good?" she asks. you smirk and nod.

"of course, he's got nothing on your blood-- but i think that was more of a love thing than a taste thing." you say. sevika giggles.

"fuck off-- i taste amazing."

you grin. "yeah, you do." you say, shoving your thigh against her cunt. she gasps, then giggles.

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nightlyrequiem · 2 months ago

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hi there requiemm :3 hope ur doing well!!!

dunno if u do headcannons (anymore??) sooh, if not, do with this as u will

can u do hcs (or not!! Again, ur choice) for Valeria having a 'devotee' s/o

(like, they literally worship Valeria, cater to her every need, -- spineless lil soldier girl ykyk??)

As always, if this makes u uncomftorable u can decline!!! No pressure n no rush 🫂

-🃏🌀⭐️

Hello hello :3 I do still do headcanons! I saw that you had something similar sitting in requests, I'll write headcanons and a lil one-shot for this idea. I love the dynamic between obsessed and devoted x calm and collected. Which I think Valeria would fit into very nicely. 🫂

Devotee Reader x Valeria

You two met in the military. For sure. Not too highly ranking, but higher up than you. From the getgo you were absolutely enamoured. She was strong, vicious, a natural born leader. And also super hot…

You practically followed her everywhere. She noticed of course. Valeria is observant but let’s be real, that woman is a little egotistical and she definitely didn’t mind having an admirer. Valeria did have a small following within the unit, but you were her biggest supporter. Valeria could never do anything wrong. You’d find some way to justify it.

You were a little weirdo too. You found out everything you could about her, reading her files, snooping through her quarters. You stole borrowed things from her without her consent. Garbage she threw out, a toothbrush, hair from her hair brush. You dedicated journals to her. What she was wearing, what she did, who she talked to. Interactions with you.

Your mood heavily relied on her. You hated when she seemed to be having too much fun with anyone else. You especially hated whenever she interacted with Alejandro. With his stupid charming voice and stupid slicked back hair. You felt threatened by him, stressing over the idea that she might fall for his charms. She never did though and you got to continue your pining in peace.

You were always the first to retrieve her something whenever she mentioned needing it. A drink, a snack, feminine hygiene products, you’d have given her your pancreas if she needed one. If your blood types didn’t match you’d change your genetic coding to fit hers, it didn’t matter to you, you’d find a way.

Valeria would take advantage of you. Because of course she would. And you’d let her. (Literally who wouldn’t??) She knew you’d do everything she asked and she took full liberty with it. Small tasks and assignments she didn’t feel like doing were give to you. Even just leaving base to get her something. It didn’t matter, you were so infatuated with her.

Your acts of loyalty cemented your place in Valeria’s inner circle, you were one of the ones she recruited when she was in the early stages of taking over the local cartel. You two weren’t together; not yet anyway. She’d keep you on your toes though. Giving you small compliments here and there. She was touchy, too. A hand in your shoulder, on your arm. She’d even make comments that could be perceived as flirtatious.

You did everything Valeria asked you to without complaint. You earned the reputation of a guard dog of sorts. ‘Valeria’s mutt’ they’d whisper as you pass by. It was derogatory and meant to be insulting, but anything that tied you to Valeria was a good thing in your eyes.

You did most of her dirty work. Lurking off to the side like a wraith during interrogations. You rarely preformed them because Valeria liked to do that herself. But once she was done you delivered the killing blow and cleaned up. You helped with the less exciting work too. She never asked you too, but you’d spend long nights with her carefully filling out paperwork. Growing closer and closer.

Sometimes when there was nothing left for you to do you’d kneel beside her while she finished up some work. Resting your cheek on her knee. Occasionally you’d make yourself useful and massage out the kinks in her neck and shoulders.

Eventually, your loyalty and devotion started to pay off. All that proximity had Valeria feeling some type of way about you. About those wide eyes always trained on her, she knew you loved her and yet you’ve never made a direct move. Never tried to get anything out of it. You had no expectations of her returning your affection.

There was a dangerous task that needed to be done. Valeria wanted to go herself but you managed to convince her to stay put. She wouldn’t be able to lead the cartel if she died, you’d go in her place. And since you’ve proven yourself time and time again to be efficient and reliable, she agreed. She knew you wouldn’t cut corners. You’d do it and you’d do it well if it meant pleasing her.

During the task you were seriously injured. Despite your injuries you forced yourself through it, killing the target and dragging yourself home. Most of the other group were dead expect a few who did there best to treat your wounds temporarily. You stayed conscious up until Valeria came out. Collapsing at her feet, your body deciding that if it were to die it would be near Valeria.

Rather dramatic. But you were always a hopeless romantic. You didn’t die though. Valeria had gotten a medic and you were quickly on the track to a full recovery. Valeria was very worried though. She realised she felt something for you, something more than a boss should feel towards her employee. Besides, what more convincing does she need that you’d make a good partner? You almost died in her place and all you can do is stare at her with that awed expression.

She confessed her feelings to you while you were bed ridden and for a moment you thought you died and went to heaven.

Your devotional behaviour didn’t end once you two became official though. If anything it just got stronger. Your love language is acts of service after all. Anyone she wanted dead was gone within a week, you attacked on her command like a well trained dog. You cooked for her and doted on her and lifted her up.

You also spent a lot of your energy keeping a sharp watch over everyone. Intently searching for rats that needed to be weeded out.

Valeria loved it and she loved you. There was doubt about whether you’d betray her or not. You were content and simple. As long as you had Valeria everything was fine to you. She was never able to match your intensity, no matter how hard she tried. Still, Valeria found herself almost as enraptured by you as you were her.

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zealofchronos · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! Today marks the eventful return of Bones Anon. The last thing you wrote for me was absolutely fucking fantastic I still keep going back to read it!!

I see you've been writing a lot of genshin lately but I've never played that game so I am going back to Pokemon.

I want to steal Raihan's big hoodie so fucking bad. I just think it would be so comfy. I know I can buy one irl but I'm a broke bitch™ and it's usually too hot to justify wearing a sweater where I live.

So, if you're willing to write it, perhaps a nice little fic of Raihan discovering his bf enjoys snatching his hoodie? And deciding that he is very willing to go without his signature hoodie just to let him wear it.

Bonus points for fluffy shenanigans w/ Raihan teasing the reader and the reader snarking right back?? Just two smug bastards being smug to eachother (affectionately)

Bonus bonus points if reader is also tall as fuck and the hoodie actually fits them, because I see a whole lot of short reader and I want more rep for my lanky ass!! /j

Anyways thank u in advance I think ur cool as fuck

- 🦴

wahoo !! hello hello, bones anon ! ♡♡

truth be told, i already wrote this a long time ago, a while after i first saw it, but my uploading motivation went down the drain >< i've mostly been lurking on tumblr a lot and reading loads of things, but today i am here to do this ask justice by sifting in my docs and pouring out what you've asked for!

never steal from a dragon, but i'll do it anyway! ;; raihan x male reader

contents ;- fluff , sfw , established romantic relationship , tall reader ! , playful banter , please do not leave the stove unattended while cooking ^^;

proofread by @elvenxwarrior , who made sure the fic was "sufficiently british" ! ♡

Galar was peaceful these days to say the least, with Eternatus being captured and a new champion rising to the throne, there’s a lot that has changed. But it was still all the same, with beautiful days to be lived out, and a multitude of things to do. Be it befriend the Pokemon that were in the wild, or find incredible treasures on a long lasting journey. Or, perhaps, run a gym in a big city.

Morning sun rose over the streets of Hammerlocke, a beautiful city with a brilliant feel. All visitors would marvel at the architecture, from the middle aged stone walls to the historical lineage behind it. But in every city, there are homes- and today, we zoom in on a cosy little den- yours!

After much contemplation, you’ve decided to make a home in this city, for one very obvious reason.

Golden rays peeked through the blinds, day barely beginning but you’re already begging for a few more minutes in. It seems someone could agree, soft snores coming from none other than the city’s gym leader himself- Raihan, who laid next to you. His arms loosely wrapped around your body, holding you close as you could only suffer in silence, succumbing to his comforting grip paired with his almost ridiculous sleeping habits.

Perhaps it was because he dealt with dragons, or because he was always busy with something- be it training, or working out. Maybe he’s tired himself out to the point of dropping dead asleep the moment his head hits the pillow every night, or he’s swallowed too much sand in those sandstorms he conjured up in the stadium ( his mouth was always open, never shut even during those moments- it’s a wonder how he hasn’t gotten any in his lungs by now )… Or perhaps it’s only around you that he finds a moment of peace to just let go of all of his worries and simply enjoy the moment.

You weren’t exactly doing anything- you were merely just another trainer, but you were lucky enough to snatch away the heart of this untamed dragon. Perhaps, you could say that was the first thing you ever stole from him. Because you weren’t about to stop now!

Thanks to Raihan being such a deep sleeper, you easily slipped out of his hold. It was a lazy day today- the gym didn’t have to be open, but it probably wouldn’t stop your energetic boyfriend from rushing over there as soon as he got the chance. So, you decided to take it slow for now, because if it came down to it, you could definitely convince him to just relax for the day.

First matter of the day was simply getting ready, heading straight to the bathroom to take care of yourself. Morning bed hair? Fixed with a quick combing through. Smelly breath? Gone with a simple brush. Clothes?

…Clothes always proved to be the most difficult thing of the morning. What exactly would you wear today? The Hammerlocke City Gym Leader seemed to rub off on you, now taking into account what you’d wear for the day more often than not. Right now, you just stood there in your pyjamas- and that should change really quickly. But what would you wear after?

Returning to your currently shared bedroom, you glanced around as though a new sight might help jog up those brain cells to work a bit better. Well, there was the bare back of your boyfriend, a blanket barely covering him up as he found a pillow to replace your missing warmth. He had such defined muscles, yet you weren’t here to gawk. But the sight alone gave you what you thought was a brilliant idea. Your eyes scanned the room a little further, catching sight of the familiar piece of clothing on the floor of your room.

Raihan’s hoodie.

Oh, this was perhaps his own treasure that nobody has ever seen him without. Well, nobody but you of course. But now it was time for it to be stolen away- It feels just like that one series you saw before, where a group of thieves steal away one’s treasure to change their hearts! But you’re not here to change his heart of course, you’d prefer if his heart stayed yours, as yours remained his.

You spared the sleeping Raihan one last glance before smirking, immediately putting on the nice hoodie after tossing your pyjama shirt off. It fit quite nicely around you, but that was merely because you were just shy of the gym leader’s height. It was a blessing, really, because it meant you didn’t have to get on your tiptoes just to kiss him, or he didn’t have to bend down to an atrociously low level just to meet your eyes. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to crouching down- I mean, you’ve seen his battle stance, whenever he gets a little heated in the middle of a match. It’s a little hot, you could say, but since when is he not?

Now, it was time to carry on with your day, singing praises for your beloved boyfriend could come later!

Next came breakfast, and what better breakfast than… well, a big one? It was common for you and your boyfriend to eat your fill. After all, he needed all the energy to get through his day, and to start it all with a nice boost was great! Thankfully, your fridge was stocked with all sorts of things that you both liked, but it seemed today, the flour in your cabinets and eggs in your fridge called for you- the decision was made in your head, it’s time to make waffles! And as if that wasn’t enough, you pulled out the sausages from the freezer, and a few other things to make a not-so-lazy-but-still-kinda-lazy breakfast. At this point, could you even call it that? Oh, who gives a damn.

“ ‘tuuun…” The low rumble of a certain Pokemon sounded from below you, a beloved Appletun- your beloved Appletun, actually. It seems that she finally woke up from her own slumber, coming to check out what you were doing. Fortunately, you had just placed the kettle to brew, or else you might’ve tripped over the poor thing. Having a moment to spare, you decided to give her a little treat, and of course some much deserved pets before continuing to cook away some good breakfast.

It wasn’t until much later when a bunch of delightful smells filled your house did you hear a loud yawn from your room. It was quite obvious who it was, and you could only roll your eyes at how late he woke up. But it’s no matter, you would much prefer it this way, after all. Not long after, you finally heard his footsteps, and it was nice that he decided to actually get up and see you. You could only laugh to yourself over that, looking after a few things in the pan to make sure they didn’t burn.

“Hey, babe, have you seen my hood… ie,” that familiar voice slowly died down as he stepped right into the open space, eyes widening the best they can whilst still somewhat groggy and in much need of some more time with you. “...Stealin’ from me, ay?” A shirtless Raihan questioned, snorting a little as his eyes scanned you up and down. This was quite the unusual sight for him, but it… wasn’t unwelcome at all.

“Yer’ callin’ me a thief? I think you should check who left it lyin’ on my floor,” Your soft laughter filled the air, leaving the stove for a moment to get the hot water into a mug with a tea bag. “Tell ya’ what, I’ll trade you a cup of tea for it, eh, ehhh?” Doing your best to sound convincing, you held out the nice mug of tea to him. It was your favourite mug at that, actually, and you would never use it to serve anyone else. By your right mind, this was a mighty fine trade!

“I dunno… You still took it from me, y’know,” Raihan’s gaze sharpened momentarily, deciding that if anything, he might as well try. I mean, he’s done that a lot, trying despite many fruitless attempts. By many, you could say exactly ten.

“And I’m offerin’ something to you in return! Fair’s fair.”

“No ‘s not.”

“Yes it is.”

It was now a somewhat endless back and forth, both of you repeating the same thing as neither of you wanted to give up. Was it tiring? Not at all. You could do this all day with him. Actually, you probably did this everyday with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment of contemplation, you finally decided to up the deal to something he can’t refuse…

“Fine, a nice cuppa’ aaand… a kiss from yours truly..~” You hummed, wiggling your eyebrows as though that was the best deal you could ever possibly give him. And truth be told, it was. You don’t think there was ever a day that his lips didn’t touch yours, except for the days before you started dating. It was the perfect pick up for him, maybe even better than a cup of tea alone.

“Hmm, you have yourself a convincing trade offer, babe,” Raihan crossed his arms as you slowly approached with your favourite mug in hand. That sweet smile on your face was something he wanted to wipe off, but only in one specific way.

“So? Made up yer’ mind or am I keeping my lips to myself?” You questioned almost impatiently, a hand on your hip as you set the mug down on the countertop nearby. Before you knew it, he had his arms around your waist, coming up oh so close to you.

With his eyes slowly fluttering shut, Raihan leaned in. He’s memorised everything, from how long it takes to get his lips to yours, to how to fit his arms around you.

“Takin’ my kiss first,” He proclaimed right before dipping his head down a little, his lips meeting yours. It was sweet and tender, just like any other time. Sure, he was wild and maybe a little reckless at times, but when you were in his arms, he found a way to let himself soften up a bit. He loved you to bits, after all.

Your arms wound around him in return, savouring the lovely morning you were having. It was a great day already, especially with the delicious view you were having. Soon your hands wandered a little, and you could feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Hands off the merchandise,” his eyes fluttered open with a soft laugh, followed by a mischievous snicker of your own when he swatted away your hands. “Greedy lil’ bugger,” He added, but you both knew that you were his greedy lil’ bugger.

“Oh, you know you love it,” You rolled your eyes, laughter definitely a bit too loud for the morning, but you couldn’t care less.

Raihan grabbed his tea, pretty much gulping it down despite the lack of sugar in it. It was already a bit cold, so there’d be no use in putting in any anyway. “I love it just as much as I like you in that, y’know,” the gym leader commented, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again in the most obvious manner. He just really wanted you to know that he was checking you out, because goddamn, he’s wondering why he didn’t lend you any of his spare hoodies before this. “Guess I can go without the hoodie for the day.”

“Oh, for real?” Almost amused, you had to just make sure. Raihan simply nodded again, coming up to sneak an arm around your waist once more as he pressed his lips to your head and–

Click!

“Oi–?!” The sound of the shutter going off meant only one thing. Your head turned, whipping around to see Raihan’s Rotom phone flying behind you as it just took a picture. That sneaky lil-

“Aaand posted!” The gym leader chuckled as he dove in once more, pressing another quick kiss to your cheek. “And that’s another two kisses I stole from you, heh,” He snickered away, quietly shutting off any notifications from the post he just uploaded. He’ll deal with people questioning that he’s not single later, when he’s done messing with his lovable boyfriend.

“What the ‘ell!?” You weren’t mad at all, really, but you were really bewildered by the fact that he just did that. You expected many things, but that was not one of them.

“Ha! Look at yer’ face right now..!” He laughed a little more, before pulling out something that his silly brain could come up with. “Don’t be mad now, darling,” he paused, the nickname that he calls you when he likes to tease slipping past his lips. “Just wanted to show the world that I’m not on the market, y’know. Because someone stole my hoodie and… my heart.”

Oh, well, there was another thing you didn’t expect. Sure, you two had your playful little fights every now and then, but Raihan never failed to be smooth when he needed to be, and it always left you a little speechless.

“I… you… wh–”

But before you could actually get any words out, an annoying beep resounded from over the stove. You turned over to check and…

Shit.

Well, there goes breakfast.

Now you had to scramble over and salvage what you can, and being a wee bit of a useless bugger himself, Raihan simply stood there and laughed it off. Oh, he’ll see who’s laughing when you decide to ‘‘steal’’ from him again.

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