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the shadow | yoon jeonghan

› pairings: yoon jeonghan x female reader › aus: demon hunter jeonghan, supernatural au, demon reader › genres: angst, smut (18+) › word count: 10.6k

› proofread by the lovelies @gyuhao5 and @monamipencil ty 🩵

› this is part 3 of the curse - hannieween fest

› warnings after the cut! READ THEM CAREFULLY 🗣️

› warnings: violence: abduction (not jeonghan at reader or the way around), yandere undertones, toxic relationship, smut with plot, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, comfort fuck, switch reader, switch jeonghan, jeonghan is down atrocious, dirty talk, cowgirl, worship. pet names: little demon, baby, (hers)

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the shadow

THE GROUND VIBRATED BENEATH YOUR FEET. It was a Friday night, and the city was alive with desire and sin. The streets were busy with people going around, and the buzzing from their souls was distracting, making you hungry.

But, living in the human world as a demon meant that you had to keep your head down. It would be incredibly dumb on your part to start a carnage in the middle of the street. Besides, you were odd, since you liked living amongst them like you were part of their world too.

In that same vein, you had adopted some of their nature too, so you were running late for work. It was your third month working in a small local pub in the town you used to live. It was a simple enough job. You had found out that you had a natural talent for tending to drunken people, and they found themselves naturally attracted to you. So, suffice it to say, that you earned a good amount of tips every night.

“I’m sorry, I’m late,” you said, removing the scarf you wore on your neck and hanging it on the coat rack.

“You’re only wearing that?” your co-worker, Daisy stared at you as though you were an odd bug. “It’s cold as a witch’s teat outside.”

“Witches are cool. That is why I am team cold,” you sighed, grabbing your pen and a notepad. “How’s it been?”

“Slow,” Daisy replied with a dead tone. “A passerby asked for you,” she mentioned offhandedly as she looked at her reflection in a hand mirror, checking out her lipstick.

“Who?” you frowned. You had a few regulars that admittedly only came to see you, but Daisy would know them by name.

“Some random weirdo,” she shrugged. “Didn’t say your name, but he gave your description to the last hair on your head. Creepy.”

You grew more intrigued, turning to her to see the disinterest on her face. “What did you tell him?”

“To fuck off, naturally,” she replied with the same ease. “He refused to give me his name, so I refused to give him details about you.”

“Is he still here?” you asked, walking towards the door and sneaking a glance through the small round window to the pub.

“He’s sitting on one of the stools. If it gets to it, I already warned Mike about him,” she smirked triumphantly, crossing her arms. “I wouldn’t mind having a little fun watching him throw that creep out. It would make my Friday night.”

In the bar, you saw a man, sitting on the far side of the row of stools. He kept his head down, so it was nearly impossible for you to discern the features of his face. But one thing you knew, it was the first time that you had seen him.

“Well, I suppose that my Friday night just got more interesting.”

Daisy sent you a knowing look, her shoulders going slack in a sign of defeat. “Don’t tell me you’re going to talk to that guy?” she asked with an incredulous tone. “I was a bitch to him, I gave him the middle finger already! All for nothing?”

“We’ll find out,” you smirked at her, pushing the door open and stepping out of the backroom of the pub and into the warm and cozy place, buzzing with the sounds of the people gathering, clinking their jars and laughing out loud.

Some people greeted you with nods and waves of their hands, some people called your name whenever you strolled around the pub, between the tables and chairs. Usually, you would make your way to the first table that waved you down, but this time, you walked straight behind the bar.

“Hi, Mikey,” you greeted with a sing-song tone. “How’s it going?”

“Like any Friday night,” the older man spoke, he was about a foot taller than you, his beard adorned with gray hairs. “A guy is looking for you, Daisy told me,” he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “First sign of trouble, tell me.”

“Thank you, Mikey,” you sighed, showing him a smile. Something within you stirred with something akin to satisfaction. To be surrounded by people who take care of you, in the best way humanely possible, made you feel special, and welcomed.

If only they knew. If they knew that you were very much capable of handling any trouble, even more capable than Mikey to kick out any drunkard without batting an eye. But they did not have to know, in fact, you were trying your best to keep your head down, and avoid drawing attention to yourself.

However, that happened naturally to you. People glanced your way without you even looking for it. So you made your way to the end of the bar, stopping in front of the person sitting on the last stool.

He wore a black leather jacket, his hair equally dark was long and arranged in a ponytail, some hairs hanging on the sides in a messy fringe. He toyed with the rim of his jar, half emptied already.

“You’ve been looking for me?” you placed your elbows neatly on the countertop, leaning slightly so you could sneak a better look to his face.

The man beat you to it, raising his head so he could direct a careful glance over you, sizing you up. Once he gathered with his eyes every detail of your physique, he nodded. “Yeah, that might be you who I’m looking for,” he said offhandedly, tilting his head to one side.

You coughed, getting an uncomfortable feeling as he eyed you up and down. “What can I help you with?”

He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could not make out what he was about, and that was when you started to get a flight or fight feeling. Like a prey who is being sighted by its killer, far between the lines of discretion.

“I want you to tell me,” he began, keeping his voice low and his brown eyes on your face. “Why does a demon live between humans? Isn’t that surpassing the line of playing with your food?”

You froze in an instant, fear of being caught sizzling underneath your skin. “Who are you?” you asked.

“I should be asking that to you,” he frowned. “Listen, I see that you care about the humans that are around you right now, so, I’d suggest that we take this conversation elsewhere, away from any potential casualties.”

“What if I don’t care about the humans around me?” you countered, making him pause and consider your words. “Like you said, what if I like playing with my food?”

He narrowed his brown eyes, his lips forming a syllable, but then they broke into a grin. “You’re lying.”

You looked at him in pure perplexion. You had heard about demon hunters before in your short life as a demon. But you never had the opportunity to come across one, so you never really cared.

“Are you a hunter?” you asked, silently reprimanding yourself for showing that you were actually shaken by his presence.

He was dark. Alluring, even. If you dared to glimpse past his mask, you saw a smoking light dancing inside him, it was his soul.

“I am,” he nodded politely, as though he had a rule to keep diplomacy before he hunted you down.

“Suppose I don’t get a name?” you smirked, trying to keep your nerves in line.

“Only if I get yours first.”

That was smart. The hunter knew that there was a power in knowing your name. Demons were creatures of subservience. They were ruled by sin, by corruption. But as such, they had to be kept in check somehow. And when you knew a demon’s domain, you could practically rule them. If you were strong enough.

You stuck out your hand to him, smiling before uttering your name. “At your service.”

The hunter raised his brown eyes, you saw the confusion in them. Your brazenness was not something out of the ordinary for demons who were in the human world like you, but the nerve to give out your name like that did its work to shake him. But he took your hand, all the same, slightly parting his mouth. “Yoon Jeonghan.”

Both of you stilled, your hand instinctively tightening around his as a foreign, but also so familiar feeling crept inside you, gripping you wholly. You sucked in a breath, your eyes glazing over. Oh, no, your mind echoed. Is this…

A bond. And not just any bond.

Yoon Jeonghan frowned, his mouth agape, his eyes teary as he shared that feeling with you. And you waited to see if he knew the reason behind the preternatural sensation coiling around his heart. But he remained motionless, did not even protest when you slipped your hand out of his grip. The turbulent fire inside him calmed down when his dark eyes met yours.

The hunter cleared his throat, blinking dumbly as he jumped down the stool, exiting the place without saying a word.

And that is how you meet Yoon Jeonghan. Your soulmate.

A year went by like water slipping through your fingers. Seasons changed and you welcomed each one of them like any regular human would, except that instead of wearing a costume on Halloween like everyone else, you would just display your horns on your head. Instead of celebrating Christmas, you would go out on a hunt for sins, which oddly enough was a day with many to choose from.

But one thing that was a constant in your life for the whole year round, was the push and pull with Yoon Jeonghan.

Many nights had passed since your last encounter with him, the night you confessed to having been starving yourself of human sins in the fruitless attempt to become human yourself. Nights had turned into weeks, then months, three to be exact. Now you were running from him, only stopping to feed from him.

You were out one night, enjoying the buzzing from the streets of the city. The excitement you felt around you from human souls was nearly making your mouth water. That was until you felt someone tracking you, a distant shadow that kept you out of your line of sight.

He had been lurking for too long, following you from town to town, through the shadows that the tall buildings of the city cast. Following you like a monster on a leash.

You smirked secretly, looking over your shoulder to see his silhouette wrapped in shadows. Jeonghan had found you again, just like he always would. As long as you and him lived, you would always cross each other’s paths.

It had become a game for you. And now it was time to run.

Being a demon was freeing in so many ways. Now that you were at your full strength, you were also freed from all kinds of inhibitions. You did not need a house or shelter, you did not possess belongings or extra clothes.

So you just sprung into a run, quickly devising a plan to escape from this city, and hit the next town until Jeonghan found you again. The city passed you in a blur, and soon your surroundings turned into walls made of thick trees.

You were not sure if Jeonghan knew you were playing a game. At this point, he was just as enslaved to it as you were, running away, only to be found by him. An endless push and pull.

But this felt different to all the times he loomed on your back. No, this was a first. Jeonghan kept himself far away from you out of shame, yes. However, this time it was not a shame for liking you, nor not being able to resist you.

Jeonghan was sorry.

And he would watch you tear through a different town until he mustered all the strength he needed to come to you, announcing himself between the shadows, tail between his legs. You were completely familiar with that. But now you just decided to make him suffer a little.

Other times, you did not resist him; you would take him wherever you could, an empty alleyway. The last time you did this, you took him in the backseat of his car, fucking him until he was a complete mess. You would wait until he fell asleep to exit his car quietly and leave him to wake up completely alone.

Yoon Jeonghan was no fool. He knew you were playing hard to get. He knew that what you were doing was payback for all the times he tried to resist you. All the times he tried to pretend that what he felt for you was some sort of divine retribution.

But in truth, he could not keep allowing himself to be with you. You showed up in his life like a comet falling out of the sky, crashing and burning everything around him, leaving him blind to all reason, too stupid to do anything. So stupid that he lost whatever made sense in his life, and he lost you as well.

Even if he did not actually have you.

Jeonghan sat alone in a booth pushed up to the corner of the diner, where he was slowly chewing the last bits of his breakfast, looking out the window pensively.

The pull he had towards you grew stronger, sometimes thinner, but it was always there. Now that he knew that what he felt was a result of something bigger than him, and than you, he had resorted to analyzing it.

After finishing up his plate, he raised his hand to flag the waitress down, asking for another cup of coffee.

You slid to the seat in front of him with a short sigh, fixing your hair with your hands as if you had just finished jogging, which, Jeonghan thought, could have been the case.

The waitress refilled the cup of coffee, and Jeonghan kindly thanked the lady, pushing the cup to you to then hand you the sugar.

“Did you know I was close?” you asked, bewildered at noticing how quickly Jeonghan had learned to discern your proximity by using the bond.

Jeonghan was tempted to say that he also knew how you liked your coffee. Two sugars, no milk. But that had nothing to do with the bond. So, he just nodded with his head.

“Well, that’s no fun,” you muttered, pouring the sugar on the teaspoon, one, two and sending him a look, you poured a little more sugar.

Jeonghan smiled quietly, it was not a happy smile. “I supposed you would grow bored if I stopped following you across the country. I was right.”

You rolled your eyes. “No. I’m here because I’m hungry,” you said flatly, raising your hand to flag the waitress down.

He also knew that. And not only that, but he also knew that you did not need waffles and bacon, your favorite. You needed something that would never be found on a diner’s menu. Or any restaurant’s menu for that matter.

“Can I have waffles with syrup, please?” you asked with a sweet tone, beaming at the lady. “Oh, and can I have bacon with that?”

Jeonghan looked at the way you smiled at the waitress, his stomach tightening a little in both nervousness and something more, it was a foreign feeling.

He noticed how the woman tensed up at your presence. Humans had a natural fight-or-flight response to demons, but with you, they just assumed it was because of your natural beauty. Or your assertiveness.

“And you suppose I can help ease your hunger?” Jeonghan asked, keeping an eye on the surroundings for any signs of danger, in case you and him needed to run.

“Yeah,” you responded in an obvious tone, taking a small sip from your cup of coffee.

Jeonghan noticed the way you carefully pressed your lips on the rim, as though you could burn yourself.

“I mean, how else am I going to pay for this?” you smirked, placing your chin on your hands, expecting him to laugh, or to say something quippy at you.

“Fine,” Jeonghan said, releasing a puffy sigh in annoyance.

He wondered if this would lead to a serious conversation about what happened the last time you talked. But chances were, you were just having more fun torturing him.

He deserved it.

Something deep inside him pulsated, kicking the air out of his lungs. The feeling rippled, it went on as he blinked and found you, looking equally astounded. But you recuperated faster than him, you usually did.

“How did you know?” Jeonghan heard himself blurt, his tone rough as though he had been screaming for hours. “About the bond?”

You cleared your throat, composing yourself on the seat by resuming to stir your coffee. “I’ve lived in the underworld, Jeonghan, I know how a bond behaves and feels like,” you said, eyeing the woman closing up to leave your breakfast on the table. “Thank you, ma’am,” you smiled politely.

“I thought bonds were only made after making a deal with a demon,” Jeonghan mumbled, keeping his tone in a volume only you would be able to hear. “You and I have never struck a deal.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Einstein,” you quipped, taking a generous piece of waffles bathed in syrup to your mouth. You moaned blissfully, the sound was not sexual, but it had several eyes drawn to you.

Jeonghan knew why, your voice was sweet, appealing to the human senses. It also had an effect on him, but that was because of an entirely different reason. He cleared his throat too.

“Bonds made with deals or promises are quite common. No, this is different,” you said after gulping down the waffles with coffee. “You and I were made with this bond. It’s always existed for us.”

He looked at you confusedly as you tore through your breakfast. “What do you mean we were made with the bond?”

You dragged the last bit of waffles through the pool of syrup on your plate. “We were born with it.”

“You were born…” he trailed off.

“I was made, Jeonghan,” you pointed your fork at him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I knew that,” he said, blinking slowly. “But following your logic, you had to be born at the same time as me.”

“Time is different in the underworld,” you reminded him, chewing slowly to enjoy the last bit off your plate. “I’m actually a little bit older than you.”

Jeonghan had assumed that as well. Though he knew you were a fairly younger demon from the ones he has faced, you had to be older than him, guessing by your physical strength alone. “So you’ve known all this time.”

You nodded, pushing your empty plate aside. “Ever since we spoke to each other,” you crossed your arms on the table, directing a serious look at him. “I’ve always known, Jeonghan.”

“You could’ve told me just to toss it at my face,” he pointed, there was no venom in his words, he was as confused as he was the night you left him. “All this time, I thought that this was some sort of retribution, a divine cause and effect I had to endure for wanting to be around you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

At that, you lowered your eyes in guilt. “I never thought it would make a difference. I never thought you would believe me, so I never said anything.”

Jeonghan felt a kind of pain he had never felt before he met you. It coiled around his heart, it was remorse because he knew what you did not want to say, what he could not bring himself to do.

Because even after you told him, he did nothing. It did not make a difference. He still refused you, he refused to give in.

“Can I help you with something else?” the waitress approached, addressing him intently.

You kept your head down, so Jeonghan never saw the glimmer in your eyes from the tears that were beginning to form.

“The bill, please,” he said, but he was quickly distracted.

You were sliding on the seat, walking away from the table, and then pushing the door open, exiting the diner.

“Shit,” Jeonghan muttered under his breath, reaching for his wallet, and pulling out a bill, quickly leaving the place to follow you, knowing that by the time he reached outside, you would be gone.

You were nowhere to be seen, Jeonghan scouted with his gaze his surroundings, were you mocking him again?

When he turned around, he let out a short breath in relief. You were sitting on the passenger seat of his car, aloofly checking the roots of your hair, pretending to ignore him while hiding a smile.

Jeonghan sent his gaze skyward, trying to find some patience in the grim-looking sky. It would rain soon, and you did not have somewhere to crash now that you were effectively on the run and alone.

He decided to go along with whatever crazed plan you were crafting, he felt he was in no position to do otherwise, but to follow. Even if you were just toying with him in revenge.

You followed him with your eyes as he went around the car, yanking the door open and sliding to the seat silently. “Where are we heading to?” you asked, primly tucking your hands between your thighs.

“We’re skipping town,” he said, turning the key on the engine.

“Already?” you turned slightly to get your seatbelt on. “I thought you would like this town.”

“Why is that?” he kept his town flat, trying to keep the discontent at bay.

“It’s lonely,” you said sweetly. “For lonely people such as you.”

“We need the opposite of lonely right now,” he replied, trying to ignore to the best of his ability to omit the fact that the last town he lived in was solely because he could keep an eye on you that way.

“Mn,” you hummed pensively. “You’re no fun when you’re angry and quiet,” you pointed with a knowing tone, turning to look out the window.

Jeonghan arched an eyebrow, trying to appear as nonchalant as ever, he leaned his head to his hand, an elbow propped on the windowsill.

You read his silence, your lip curling a little in a smile. “You know that I can also read you, right?”

“I don’t want to fight with you,” he muttered tiredly, avoiding to look your way.

You clicked your tongue but decided to keep quiet. Jeonghan was frustrated, that much you knew, telling from the rigidness of his movements, the way his hand tightened around the steering wheel. Two fingers rubbed his bottom lip harshly, he kept that motion for so long that you thought that it had to burn him at some point.

But aside from that, you could see the enraged flame inside him, dancing erratically from the moment you showed up at the diner. You knew that your tantrum had run its course, and he was now trying not to tell you how miserable you had made him these past few weeks.

And he knew that you were only turning to him so you could feed. That had been obvious from the moment he saw you. Your skin was colorless and dry, the bags under your eyes were prominent, and not only that, Jeonghan probably assumed that you no longer wanted to consume human souls, only his sins.

Soon, you entered a new city that welcomed you with a big sign, Welcome to Veridian Bay! leading to a bridge crossing over the waterfront and into the big city with big, tall buildings.

You leaned to the window to take a look at how tall the buildings stood, the streets were busy with people, and everything was alive with buzzing sounds. Jeonghan kept driving deep into the city, until you reached a quieter part, away from the tall buildings, the shiny stores and flashy signs.

“What are we doing here?” you asked, looking curiously at the big shopping mall he just parked his car in front of.

“We need to buy clothes,” he directed a judging look at you.

“What’s wrong with mine?” you asked to no end. Your clothes were torn and filthy, another reason why people threw you second looks at every place you walked into, demon allure or not.

Jeonghan exited the car, and you followed him closely, as though you were trying not to lose him in between the people.

“I have a question,” you said, sticking to his side to shield yourself from the weird looks you were receiving. You did not care about it, but you wanted to keep a low profile as much as you could. “What happened to the two hunters?”

“They stopped chasing you,” he replied in a quiet tone, leading you to a department store.

Everything was bright with colors, and shiny lights hanging from the ceiling. Rows of clothing racks are laid in front of you in an elaborate maze. You had been to malls before, but never to one as big as this. And definitely never with Jeonghan.

“Do you think I’m free from them, then?” you yanked your gaze from a row of pretty blouses, your fingers itching to touch the fabric.

“Not by a long shot, no,” he answered, tensing beside you when your arm brushed his. “Choose something quickly, the shorter we stay here, the better.”

You grabbed a plain white t-shirt, measuring it over your torso and facing the mirror where Jeonghan stood, watching you intently. “Do you think this one goes with my body type?” you asked fruitlessly.

He just huffed, rolling his eyes swiftly. “Stop playing,” he said, looking around precatively. “We need to find somewhere safe to stay, and you need to feed soon.”

The way he gritted out the words allowed for the quiet rage simmering inside him slip through. A light shock appeared on his face, much as if he heard his own words and quickly forced himself to composure.

Jeonghan was mad, and you were the reason why the flame inside him was growing into a merciless fire burning inside him.

“Alright,” you hummed, picking a pair of jeans, a long t-shirt and undergarments.

Jeonghan followed you as you made your way to the queue line to pay. His mind was once again buzzing with questions, if anything, the conversation back in the diner left him even more confused.

He had thought all this time that what he felt for you was some kind of joke. The insane lust, the deep craving, the endless nights he spent thinking about you, dreaming about you… all because of a supernatural bond he never had control of.

You made a tiny cooing sound, making him snap his gaze to where you stood in line. You were lifting a finger to match with a baby’s pointer finger. The baby girl was looking over the shoulder of her mother who queued up in front of you. Somehow, you had attracted the focus of the baby, and you were now caught up in her big eyes, in her dimpled hands.

Jeonghan’s stomach twisted violently. You smiled at the baby as she wrapped her tiny hand around your finger, laughing with you. The feeling tightening inside him was completely alien to him, he wanted to get rid of it as you would an illness.

He never understood why it was impossible for him to fight against you. He used to think that your innate allure created that attraction he felt for you, he used to think that you were playing games on him.

But that did not explain one thing. As he watched your joyous smile, he realized that what he felt was not entirely carnal. He recalled what he felt that night he knew you were slipping away, the fear of losing you.

The tight feeling coiled inside his chest when you lifted your eyes at him, keeping that joy with you from being paid attention to by an innocent baby. The interaction had been so pure and out of the ordinary for you that it brought a spark to your dark eyes.

The knot inside him broke free, blooming inside him freely, filling his chest with a warmth that was nearly intoxicating.

“Are you okay, hunter?” you asked quietly, noticing the change in his eyes, the quiet rage dying down at the same time the look of bewilderment on his face set in.

“Yeah,” he forced out, pulling out his wallet from the pocket of his jacket and handing it to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered awkwardly, still shocked at how suddenly his erratic mood disappeared. What added to the shock was that Jeonghan did not lie to you, he was indeed fine, however, the shock on his face was confusing to you.

“One bed, again?” you deadpanned.

Jeonghan closed the door to the small motel room. This one had a leather couch that looked decent compared to the thin white curtains that allowed for the light coming from the street outside to seep through.

“What’s the point in asking for two beds?” Jeonghan shrugged, taking off his black leather jacket as he let out a cough.

“I’d appreciate it if you actually made some effort in swaying me,” you mentioned off-handedly as you started zipping down your hoodie. “I’m still a lady, you know?”

At that, Jeonghan chuckled. “You are as much as a lady as I am a gentleman, so,” he shrugged. “There’s the couch, if you care that much.”

“You’re right,” you snapped your fingers at him. “You can sleep on the couch, I’ll sleep on the bed!”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he said, raising his arms to grab his tight black shirt and pull it over his head.

You stopped, dead in your tracks. Jeonghan had a very deceiving build, most would think he was lean and due to his affection for dark clothes, he masked himself well to curious eyes. But in fact, Jeonghan had a toned body, a low bulk that had been built up due to the nature of his work.

His milky white skin was adorned with scars, bruises and bitemarks from creatures he hunted down. As he removed the sleeves from his arms, he sent you a look. “What?” he blurted.

You were too caught up to come up with a lie, but something deep inside you recoiled in nervousness. “I was just looking at you,” you mumbled meekly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed. “You’re gawking.”

You shrugged. “Can’t blame me. You’d be gawking too if I suddenly decided to strip naked.”

“Tsk,” he smiled playfully, throwing the t-shirt on the couch. “It would be fair game, at least.”

“Shut up,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at him. But still, you stared at his fingers undoing the belt of his black denim jeans, pulling it from the hoops.

“Alright, then,” he said, giving his belt the same treatment, discarding it on the couch. He placed his hands on his hips, his torso forming a perfect inverted triangle. “Are you going to keep playing dumb with me?”

You arched one eyebrow at him, too surprised at his bluntness to even speak. Gaping, you stood there for a second, trying to decide on deflection or acceptance.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you turned your back on him, mustering all the will in you to not glance his way. You started rummaging in the bag of clothes, pulling out an I love kitties shirt that you got as a nightgown. It had a doodle of an orange cat on it.

“Please,” he huffed, and you bit your bottom lip. “You can’t lie to me so don’t try to treat me like I’m stupid.”

“Take a hint, hunter. I don’t want to talk about this,” you said but failed to coat your words with enough venom.

A hand circled around your wrist, pulling you to his body, commanding you to face him. With a gasp, you yanked back, looking at him furiously. But his gaze smothered that fire inside you at once. “You left,” he said, the trouble in his mind mirrored in his dark gaze. “You left me.”

“Yeah, I left because you could not even talk to me, Jeonghan,” you replied, trying to step back from him, the back of your knees finding the bed.

He gave you an incredulous look. “I’ve spent three months chasing you across the fucking country,” he said. “You only stop running when you need to feed from me. I’ve paid enough, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be the one to decide that,” you gritted, betraying yourself. Your eyes started brimming with tears, angry tears, sorrowful tears. They carried all the misery that you had lived as his soulmate.

“What do you want from me?” he demanded, his tone rising in exasperation.

“Nothing,” you muttered, shying away. You lowered your face, bringing a hand to wipe the wetness on your cheeks.

“That’s not true.”

As you raised your head, you involuntarily sniffled. “Well, you know what I want, Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan gaped at you for a moment, choking on his argument. He knew then that nothing would give peace to this fight because there was no solution to this.

You wanted to become human. In your mind, it was the only way you could stop feeding from his lust, his greed. It was the only way to make you stop feeding from human souls. And by that, you would not be hunted down for being a demon. Jeonghan would not have to feel remorseful every time he looked at you.

But it was something uncertain. You did not know whether the path to becoming human would even work, or if you would survive it.

“Is there a way to end this?” Jeonghan asked, his heart stammering painfully in his chest.

“End what?” you asked slowly.

He blinked for a long second, gathering his strength. “Is there a way to break the bond?”

The question robbed you of air, and Jeonghan could see it in your gentle exhale. Your eyes glinting with sorrow, wide and looking at his face as though you had trouble assimilating his words.

“You-you want to break the bond?” you asked, stuttering under an overwhelming pain.

“Is it possible?” he pressed, breathing hard, trying to shake off the numbing pain in his heart.

“N-no, I don’t know,” you sucked in a breath, which he understood to be a sob. “D-do you want to break it, Jeonghan?”

“If it means we’re free from each other then yes,” he whispered, hating the look in your eyes with a passion that he could not stand. He was causing that pain and in turn, he felt it too.

But maybe what you felt for each other was not real. Maybe once the bond is broken, you would realize that what you felt for him was all a farce, he thought.

You rubbed the pads of your fingers against the corner of your eye. “M-maybe,” you mumbled. “But I don’t think so. One of us would have to die, I think,” you spoke with uncertainty because you were sure that the bond would not be broken, not even then.

“You don’t know if your way of becoming human will work,” he mumbled, trying to reason with you. But the truth was, he felt guilty for making you cry.

And you could feel the guilt, it swarmed around him like an angry cloud.

“I know one thing,” you raised your eyes, heedlessly showing him how affected you were by this. “I wouldn’t have to feel how fucking miserable you are when you’re with me,” you spat.

Jeonghan went still, as though petrified. The only thing that moved in him was his gaze, heavy with a dangerous darkness, it coasted over the features of your face. “Is that what you think I am? Miserable?”

“No, Jeonghan, I know it,” you replied with a shaky tone. “I can feel it in you. When you look at me when you touch me.”

He yanked his gaze from you, running a hand on his face while blinking his anger away rapidly. “You don’t know shit,” he hissed at you, motioning to turn his back on you but quickly decided against it.

“Oh, yeah?” you taunted.

“Yeah, you don’t know shit,” he doubled down, his voice raw. “You think that because you can sense what I feel it means that it’s all because of you,” he spat, taking a step closer to you but you raised a hand, trying to stop him, but he insisted, grabbing your hands to stop you instead.

“Then what is it?” you pressed.

“Ever since I met you nothing has made sense in my life,” he hissed, leaning over you. “I hate myself,” he shuddered, swallowing hard. “I hate myself because even if you were human, I wouldn’t have anything to offer you. I can’t even say that I’m sorry because it’s the truth. I can’t give you what you want.”

You looked at him in plain shock. It was such a shame that the only person in the world who saw you for who you were still rejected you. The pain from that realization shook you hard, so hard in fact that you physically recoiled from him, closing your eyes to let your tears go.

Jeonghan watched your tears roll down your cheeks, the silence in the room broken by the occasional intake of breath coming from you. But he stood there, silently cursing life and its way of making fun of him. He was raised to not want anything in life. Not shelter, nor warmth. His sad world, cold as ice and hard as stone. He would have followed this path blindly until the day of his untimely death.

But the truth was, he did want one thing in life. He wanted you. And it was killing him not to admit that.

“I…” you croaked, opening your eyes after a long second. A gaping hole in your heart tried to suck you in. “I thank you for the clothes, Jeonghan,” you said dejectedly, turning away from him and walking towards the door.

Jeonghan stared at the wall in front of him, your arm brushing his as you passed him by. His mind reeled wildly, considering what he went through the last time you walked away from him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he blurted.

“That is none of your concern.”

“Like hell it is,” he said, grabbing your arm before you could reach for the doorknob. You sent him another one of those looks, a dangerous animal realizing it had been caught. “You’re not safe out there.”

“Like you give a shit,” you said, pushing him away with one hand on his chest.

But he grabbed that hand, pulling you to his frame with a sharp tug. “Yeah, what do you even know about me?” he challenged, his words cold. “I wouldn’t be protecting you, chasing you if I didn’t give a shit about you.”

“I would prefer that you didn’t,” you bit back.

“That’s not true,” he said, but his tone rose in desperation. He released your arm, fear crossing his features when he realized that if you walked, he would have to let you go.

“You have a very weird way to show that you care, Jeonghan,” you mumbled, understanding where that fear came from. Because all this time, you accepted the turbulence in his thoughts, in his soul. If you decided to go, he would let you.

The heavy darkness in his gaze dissolved as the features of his face relaxed. The gentle resignation swept over him, reminding you how hard it was for him to even comprehend what the bond was.

Jeonghan had two ways to show his emotions, either through carnal desire or brute force. One of them was the one that was unleashed in the vicious cycle he had with you.

But you welcomed it all the same. He took one step towards you, reaching for you as though fearful you might step away. His hand found the side of your head, the other sliding on your waist, gripping you gently before his lips met yours.

The kiss was slow, tentative at first, showing you an apologetic need to you. But you were still to fueled up from the argument, finding his bare chest with your hands to push him off you.

Jeonghan looked sad for a second, but he quickly understood that you were angry, and looking to make him pay. You pushed him again, more forcefully, but he was stronger than you, stepping towards you like a magnet that refused to keep away from you.

His hands returned to their previous positions, as you found his shoulder with one hand, his nape with the other, welcoming him with a vehement kiss. He groaned under your touch, revelling at the fact that you were kissing him even though you were being harsh with it.

Jeonghan broke the kiss abruptly. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, the turbulence inside him dying down, like smothering a fire.

“You should be sorry,” you mumbled on his lips, diving for another hungry kiss before pushing him by the shoulders, and shoving him onto the couch behind him. He sat down, gasping in surprise at the brute force you used on him. A wolfish grin appeared on his lips when you walked over to him, sitting down on his lap, straddling him.

His hands welcomed you, grabbing you by the waist to give you a squeeze. He thought of all the nights he has had the opportunity to be like this with you, and the nights he wished he had never let you go. “I don’t want to break it,” he confessed, tilting his head back to meet your eyes. “The bond. I don’t want to break it,” he repeated.

“Then why did you say…?”

“What if what we feel for each other isn’t real?” he blurted the tight feeling inside him protesting in pain when he spoke those words.

You smiled at him sweetly, making him feel worse. “What do you feel for me, Jeonghan?” you baited.

He swallowed hard, instead of communicating with words, he carefully brought a hand to cup your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin in the process. He pulled your face closer to his, eyeing your lips and then your eyes before giving you a sweet kiss. You reciprocated the kiss, outlining his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, slowly meeting his.

“Do you think all people with bonds feel this for each other, Jeonghan?” you mused. When he was unable to speak out an answer, you continued. “I think the bond only helped us find each other. The rest just happened on its own.”

Jeonghan listened to your words intently, his gaze coasting the features of your face. You’re your eyes, to your mouth and back again. His fingers grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, tugging it up your torso.

You raised your hands, helping him take your t-shirt off. He sighed, his hands returning to hold you, caressing your naked back freely, his breath fanning on the plain of your breasts when he leaned over to plant a kiss on your skin.

You raked his hair with your fingers, getting rid of the hair tie holding his ponytail, making him groan as your fingernails caressed his scalp. His lips reached the swell of one of your breasts, planting wet kisses, enjoying the way you always responded to his touch; your skin prickling in the wake of his lips.

He encircled his arms around your waist, using his strength to trade the positions of your body, placing your body on the sofa, him crawling on top of you. Then he kissed you, he kissed you with such force that you thought you might break. It was electrifying to have his lips on yours, him moaning your name in between kisses.

Your hands explored his chest, fingertips lingering on his scars, his nipples, his bellybutton. You undid the button of his jeans, tucking your hands between his underwear and his ass, feeling his skin freely as you pushed his jeans and boxers down.

Once he was completely bare, and on top of you, he took his turn taking your shorts and underwear off. He did so without wasting time, effectively leaving you bare on the couch, and under his body.

He leaned over you, placing a hand beside your shoulder to prop his weight on it, lowering the lower half of his body on you. His skin was warm, you could feel everything, the beating of his heart, the soft pubic hairs brushing your skin. He was hard already, his cock pressing on your lower tummy.

There was a pause, as soon as your naked bodies came into contact with each other, something came alight inside you. You knew Jeonghan felt it too, because his reaction was the same as yours. Like sparks firing wildly inside your chest, lingering on your skin, robbing you of air.

“Jeonghan,” you whispered shakily, trying to hold onto the feeling fluttering in your chest.

“I know,” he breathed, leaning so he could give soft pecks to your lips. “I know, baby.”

You sighed a moan, it sounding pathetic as you let him adore your skin. He continued kissing you, your lips, your earlobe, your throat. He hummed softly when he breathed in the scent of your skin when he tasted you on his tongue as he licked your breasts.

You sucked in a breath, caressing his hair as he took one of your nipples in his mouth. “Fuck,” you whispered.

But he was in a hurry, trailing down your torso with soft, open-mouthed kisses. You moaned, trembling under him as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most. Jeonghan knew you better than anyone else on earth, sometimes, you thought he knew your body better than yourself.

“Shit,” you hissed, clenching your jaw as he kissed your mound, pressing his tongue on you’re your skin with a raspy moan on his part. You parted your legs for him, allowing him to lick a broad stripe between your pussy lips, blissfully drinking you in.

The room was flooded with a series of sweet, airy moans from your part. You called out his name multiple times as he ate you out, licking your pussy with soft smacking sounds and low hums. All you could focus on was his tongue on you, gliding on your folds, teasing your clit with flitting motions.

His hands cupped your breasts, the pads of his thumbs swirling around your nipples, pinching softly to bring out more sweet noises from your mouth. You writhed uncontrollably on the sofa, keeping your hands on the back of his head to try and anchor yourself to enjoy his mouth pleasuring your pussy.

But as you drew nearer to your release, you could not just hold out any longer, pressing your hands on the back of his head and pushing your hips to grind your pussy on his tongue. Your mouth parted. “Jeonghan,” you whined, feeling his mouth relax, letting you ride him.

Moving your hips faster on his mouth, you felt his hands squeezing your tits gently, his thumbs teasing your nipples, pushing you to the edge. You closed your eyes as your sweet, sweet release washed over you, sizzling beneath your skin.

Your muscles went lax on the sofa, moaning out his name repeatedly as you felt like dissolving in the aftershocks of your orgasm. But you decided against it in a second, grabbing Jeonghan by the shoulders and urging him to sit back on the sofa.

“What–,”

“Let me ride you,” you mumbled, cutting in before he could protest.

Jeonghan nodded obediently, and you took one whole second to comprehend that he was just letting you do whatever you wanted to him. No complaints, no snarky comments.

You straddled him, grabbing his cock with one hand and jerking him off a few times just to see the muscles of his face go soft. You smiled, shifting on top of him so you could guide the tip of his cock to your pussy, sinking in him slowly. “Gods,” he breathed, closing his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me,” you said softly, holding his chin with one hand. You lifted your hips slightly, letting them roll on him as you sat back down, eliciting a short groan from him. “That’s it, baby. Feel me. Do you like that?”

Jeonghan blinked slowly, pushing his tongue on his bottom lip before nodding.

“Words, Jeonghan, use them.”

He obediently kept his gaze on you, like you were the moon, and he was looking at you for the first time in ages. “I love it,” he replied with a strangled tone. “I love your pussy. I love how it feels around me.”

Jeonghan dropped his head back on the headrest of the couch, swallowing his moans, his fingers clenching around your hips. “I love your taste too,” he choked out, much as if he needed to say it but barely found the strength to do so, enraptured by pleasure.

One of the corners of your lips curled slowly as you rolled your hips on him, inch by inch, tortuously slow. “Oh, yeah?” you breathed, closing your eyes briefly to savour the feeling of his worshipping washing over you, making your blood dance under your skin.

“Yes,” he hissed out the word and now you knew he was trying to resist himself. “I miss your smell when you’re not near me. Drives me crazy.”

You giggled quietly, knowing that he was letting go of his deepest thoughts.

His fingers dug into your skin hard enough to leave marks. You opened your eyes, seeing the strain in his voice reflecting on his face, his teary eyes coasting all over your body. “Le-let me come, please. I needed you so much, baby. I don’t think I’ll last any longer.”

You held onto his lean shoulders to lift your hips off him, his wet cock slipping out of your walls and leaning to one side on his lower abdomen, the tip was reddened, a vein tracing on his wet shaft.

Jeonghan groaned, closing his eyes tightly to let out a shaky sigh. “Please,” he sighed. “I want to come inside you,” he said but did not make a move to slip his cock back into your cunt.

“Say you’re sorry,” you murmured.

And there it was, the hole in your chest opening once again, sucking you back in.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, not wasting a second, he said again, “I’m sorry, I let you go.”

You showed him an empty smile, which you pressed onto his lips, grabbing his chin again. “Don’t let me go again,” you pleaded but masked your words to sound sweet, not letting it show that his apology, though forced out of the need for release, was making you feel pain.

Jeonghan returned the light smile, though he was genuine with it. “Never,” he whispered, wrapping an arm on your lower back to keep you in balance as you sank down on his cock again, making him shudder in pleasure. “I promise.”

“Jeonghan–,” you gasped, pausing the sway of your hips on him to look at him perplexedly. “Don’t make promises, you’ll–,”

“I promise I won’t walk away from you,” he said, his dark eyes coasting all over the features of your face.

You closed your eyes, shuddering hard at the tingling rush of blood swimming in your veins; the bond tightening due to the force of the promise setting. “Jeonghan, don’t,” you whispered in plea.

Stopping the movement of your hips completely, you hugged his shoulders, trailing the hair of his nape with your fingers. You breathed raggedly, just as he was by the weight of a new promise binding you both.

“I want this,” he whispered shakily. “Let me.”

“You don’t know what this means for you,” you warned, a violent shudder shaking your body on top of him.

He hugged you tightly to his body as if shielding you from the world. “I do, and I want it,” he reassured.

“Jeonghan…”

But he just went on, “Like you said, we’re meant to be, we’ve always have been,” he said with a low raspy tone, blinking in an enamoured way at you. “And I am sorry it took me so long to accept it. I’m sorry.”

A sob coiled in your throat, fingers curling around the long strands of his dark hair. “I forgive you,” you whispered, daring to give him a shy kiss.

Jeonghan trembled underneath you, reciprocating your kiss with so much delicacy that it could break your heart. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

You stilled completely, your breath coiling in your throat. “Me too,” you finally confessed.

“It’s okay, baby,” he breathed, moving his arms so he no longer wrapped your body in them, but his hands gripped your hips, urging you to retake the motion that he so desperately needed.

So you did, swaying your hips on top of him, moaning sweetly when his hands roved all over your back, caressing your skin, his fingers trailing on the spot he knew your wings grew. You shuddered hard, sinking on his length with more urgency. “Jeonghan,” you moaned, crushing your mouth on him.

Jeonghan hummed in response, smiling at you when you broke the kiss off to see his face. The smile was of genuine bliss, mixed with the pleasure of being so utterly yours, forever. It was something similar to insanity what he felt, but he was aware of it, giving himself into it. “I love you,” he drawled lazily, his eyes glazing over the image of you on top of him.

“J-jeonghan,” you forced out, a euphoric wave swarming inside you, better than anything you had ever felt in your life.

And he felt it too, consuming him in fiery waves. “I love you,” he repeated, enjoying the feeling sizzling beneath his skin, lingering on the muscles of his face.

“F-fuck,” you grabbed onto the headrest of the couch, your fingers ripping into the fabric. “Please–,” you choked out, slamming your hips down on him, moaning out loudly as another orgasm hit you hard.

Jeonghan did not love you. Not like in fairy tales, or romance movies. But he was not lying either, you could feel the genuine calm of his realization as he drawled the words out. He could no longer resist it, nor keep the feeling to himself any further. Jeonghan did not love you, he was worshipping you wholly.

It was rapturing, if it was not before. You came on top of him, loudly, walls clamping around him, making him moan with you. His hands held your hips, urging him to keep moving them so he could also reach his high with you.

But the only thing he needed was to sneak a glance up your face, tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes as your orgasm shook hard inside you. That tipped him over the edge, pushing his hips up so he could spill himself deep inside your walls with a loud, raspy groan that resounded across the room.

“Jeonghan,” you kept moaning his name, hiding your face on the curve of his neck. Your breath fanning on his skin forced out a shudder that made you smile.

He responded with a smile of his own, but his was lazy, drunk over the euphoria coursing through you, the same that coursed through his. “I love you,” he whispered again, clutching your hips gently, moving his hands to your thighs.

Ever since you met him, his lust and need for you have been making you stronger. But now, the near maddening love that brimmed for you drove you to feel so full that you seemed to glow. You stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, breathing hard. He was still inside your body, relishing in the warmth, the wetness, the blissful look in your eyes.

Your hand slid beneath his chin, leaning towards him to prop a featherlight on his lips. “I love you too,” you breathed, feeling like a child who felt pure joy for the first time.

He cursed under his breath, his hands roaming all over your skin as you littered his face with kisses, trailing down to his neck where you sucked his skin into your mouth, marking red spots all over him. He chuckled lazily. “Ready for round three?”

“Mmn, I think I’ll pass out,” you said, giggling at yourself.

“Tired already?” he asked, searching your face with his gaze.

“It’s just…” you sighed, catching your breath but your heart stammered in your chest. “I didn’t expect this.”

“Didn’t you, really? Was it too much?” he hummed bringing his hands to cup your cheeks.

You shook your head slightly, pressing a palm to the back of his hand. “So is this your way to tell me you want this?” you asked.

Jeonghan went still for a second, his gaze lingering on the features of your face illuminated only by the warm light of the lamp. “The odds will be against us,” he said.

“Well I’m willing to bet on us,” you said with a light smirk. “Are you?”

Jeonghan nodded, the avid look in his eyes not quite brushing off. “I’m tired of running from this,” he slipped a hand on your nape, pulling you to a quick kiss. “I want you. I want it to be you and me, as we’re destined to be.”

You drew in a shaky breath, reciprocating the featherlight kiss. “Okay,” you whispered. “Then it’s us.”

“I want nothing more, baby,” Jeonghan said.

You bumped the tip of your nose with his gently, eyeing him. “What about what you said? About not being able to be with me?”

“I don’t care. I’ll quit that life. I’ll stop hunting,” he muttered.

“And then what?” you mused.

“I can adapt quickly,” he replied, and you chuckled. “I’ll take up a boring human job, we could find somewhere to live in a small town. You’re not the only one who can blend in the human world, you know?”

Okay, you breathed, the glint in your eye told him that you were happy. It was the first time he saw that in you, the first time he had been the cause of that glint.

So he kept going. “I can take you to dates, take you to those fairgrounds, do normal boring shit humans do,” he muttered faintly, closing his lips on yours.

“You would do that, Jeonghan?” you asked softly, pulling back to see his face. “I mean, you would quit everything?”

“To be with you, I would.”

You leaned your face forward again, pressing your forehead with his. “I love you,” you mumbled, brushing his lower lip with the pad of your thumb.

Jeonghan shuddered gently, but everything inside him came alight with the strength of a thousand suns. Now, if he knew whether a demon could be capable of loving or not was beyond his lucidity at the moment. You were only capable of feeling such things after you first attempted to become human. So the concept of love was as new to you as it was to him.

“I love you,” he whispered back.

“Can we go to bed?” you asked sheepishly, fighting off the urge to nestle in his warmth, to press your nose against the crook of his neck. “I’m ready to pass out.”

“Let’s go to bed,” he replied, noticing the languor in your eyes, blinking slowly.

That was the first time Jeonghan held you through the night without wondering what the morning would bring. For the first time in knowing you, he did not feel guilty for nestling in your warmth.

He stared at your face as you both shared the bed. You were lying on your tummy, one arm draped over him, your head lying on his chest, sleeping soundly in his arms. He languidly brought the pads of his fingers to draw circles on your shoulder, earning soft hums and sighs from you.

He had never felt this happy.

The following morning, you were skipping town again. Jeonghan had woken up with the idea of searching for a town to settle down for a while, and in the meantime, you and him would start planning.

You were returning to the bedroom, draped in a bath towel, your hair damp as you watched Jeonghan grabbing your clothes and his from the night before. He was dressed already, clad in black clothes: jeans, boots, a sleeveless tank top and a zipper hoodie.

Jeonghan approached you to drop a featherlight kiss on your lips. “I’ll go downstairs to return the key,” he informed you. “See you in the parking lot.”

“Yeah, okay,” you whispered, closing your eyes to enjoy the light kisses he left on your face before he stepped back.

“Don’t take too long,” he advised, reluctant to step away from you. So much so that he came back, taking two steps towards you just so he could kiss you quickly, eliciting a joyful laugh out of you.

“Okay, okay, I won’t,” you replied, watching him leave the room finally.

Jeonghan sucked in a breath, shuddering from the cold air receiving him as he went down the stairs. First, he crossed the parking lot in front of the motel, opening the door to his car to leave your bag on the passenger seat. Closing the door, he walked back to the front desk where he rang the buzzer, propping his elbows on the high top and waited.

He felt you before you could even make it to him, drawing a smile on his face when you hugged him from behind. “Go to the car, I’ll be there in a minute,” he mumbled, turning over his shoulder to see your face.

You showed him a playful smile, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “Don’t take too long,” you whispered, turning away to cross the parking lot to where his car was parked.

He rang the buzzer again, tapping his fingers impatiently. He looked around, but no one was to be seen or heard around the place. In fact, it was too quiet for a Friday night in a motel. Something’s not right, he thought, leaning over the desk, only to discover that there were no personal items, nothing to indicate that anyone was working in the place.

He focused his hearing, the noise coming from the ice machine making it harder to find another sign of life around him. But the fact was, there was no one else around. His heart sunk to his stomach.

“Jeonghan?” you called, worry echoing in your voice.

He turned around, facing the parking lot. It was too late. “Run!” Jeonghan bellowed from the opposite side, starting to run towards you as two hunters emerged from the thicket of trees, grabbing you. One of them seized you with his arms, while the other brought his fist to the center of your face, knocking you out on the spot.

He would have been able to reach you, but another hunter got to him first, knocking him to the hard ground, making it impossible for him to fight back, or to stop the hunter from getting his car keys out of his pocket.

So he watched as you were shoved into the trunk of his own car, and the two hunters who had grabbed him got into it and drove away, leaving him with another hunter to fight against. And you, being taken from him.

› author's note: heyoooooo

this has been such a ride huh. i never expected my short drabble to turn into series but i guess i should've known better lol

stay tuned for more!

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The Good Witch

Pairing: Witch! Ayn x Baekhyun

Genre: Witch! AU

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Baekhyun seeks help from you in a desperate time, or so you thought.

"Excuse me?" You hear a shaky voice from behind you. With a nervous but trying to be confident sigh, you turn around and see a disheveled, yet handsome man standing at the counter of your aunts spell shop, his hands fidgeting with each other. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, his messy hair, the red puffiness of his eyes. Despite all that, your heart still skips a beat the longer you stare at him. You know you need to speak to him but words are refusing to enter your brain.

Speak Ayn, speak. Use your words.

"Yes?" You stutter. He sighs. You can't help but get the feeling that this man has been through some shit.

"I'm looking for Acantha. I was told I could find her here. I need her help. Please. I'm desperate." He begs.

Without a second thought, you replied. "I can help you."

Can you? You hadn't been practicing for that long, definitely not nearly as long as your aunt. Your speciality had been your visions, while only recently you moved on to practicing witchcraft.

"Thank you." He sighs. You wave him to follow you, leading him into the back of the store, sitting down at the table your aunt uses for hexes and charms.

"I don't like this." You whisper, the energy radiating from his body was that of dark dark magic, the kind that no one should be messing around with.

"Don't like what?" He asks, perking up. "What do you feel?"

"I need to be sure." You mumble. "Name?"

"Byun Baekhyun." He replies.

"What's going on?" You ask.

"I think I'm being haunted." He whispers. "Bad things are constantly happening to me. I got fired from my job, I lost my apartment, women seemed to be repulsed by me."

"When did it start?" You ask.

"After I broke up with my now ex girlfriend. About 4 weeks ago. A friend suggested I come here." He explains.

"It's good you did. I'm not getting a good feeling at all right now." You tell him. "Give me your hand."

He slides his hand over to you, waiting for you to do what you will. You take a deep breath before grabbing his hand in yours and holding it tightly. Closing your eyes, you let the visions come to you, and do they ever come, full force.

"Sit still." A woman laughs as she stands behind Baekhyun with a pair of scissors. "Just a little off the top I know."

She cuts his hair, you can feel her intentions are anything but pure as she lets it fall to the floor, but not before slipping a lock of his hair into her pocket, without him noticing.

Next vision flashes to her focusing on trimming his nails. "They're fine." He laughs.

"No." She says. "They're too long. They hurt me." She giggles, cutting his nails, placing two in her pocket while Baekhyun's eyes are closed. She stares at him with anything but love. You can feel the hatred radiating from her body through your vision.

Next vision flashes to her riding Baekhyun's cock, her fingernails digging deep into his skin, dragging down as she came, hard, skipping to her placing the little particles of his skin in a baggie while in the bathroom.

Before the visions end, you hear Baekhyun's voice. "I love you, Jennie."

"Whose Jennie?" You ask with a gasp as you pull your hands away from him.

"That's my ex." He announces, sitting up in his chair. "Why?"

That was your cousin. Something about this didn't quite add up.

"I saw her collecting things.. from you. Hair, nails, skin.. I know this spell.. its.. one second." You say, grabbing a spell book your aunt told you to never touch. Flipping through the pages, you finally find the one you were looking for. "It's a dark magic spell. Not something my aunt or I practice but I did read about it. I can't remember the name of it, but it basically does what you're describing. It tries to make it seem as though she was the one good thing in your life and when you left her, that's why these things started happening but it's really not the case at all." You say.

"How do I get rid of it? I can't live like this any longer. I went on a date the other day and it was horrendous. I puked all over the table and I wasn't even feeling sick! She gagged so much, I tried to apologize but as I stood up, I knocked over the waiter who had a tray of food and caused an older lady to slip. Christ. Please tell me what I can do." He tells you.

You sit there with your mouth hanging open as you listen to his story. "Wow." You mouth, trying to hold back your laughter. It wasn't supposed to be funny but it was. You couldn't help it.

"I can laugh now.. kinda. But it was very traumatic. I need it gone." Baekhyun says.

"She's likely wearing the things she collected from you. Probably a necklace but also could be a bracelet or a ring. You need to destroy it." You tell him.

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" He scoffs.

"Pretend you want to get back with her." You suggest. "Tell her how terrible everything has been since you left her and it was a terrible mistake." You say.

"And what if she tries something? Can you block a spell?" He asks.

"Only if I'm there.. but I can't.." you pause.

"Okay, you can watch through the window, but make sure she doesn't see you. I can't have her being more pissed than she already will be." He sighs.

"Okay." You agree within seconds. You shouldn't have agreed so quickly, knowing Jennie, she could be up to anything.

The next day you nervously walked beside Baekhyun as he muttered words of encouragement to himself as you headed for his ex's house. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling

"You're sure there's no other way?" He asks for the hundredth time.

"You have to destroy the pendulum to destroy the spell. That's how it works." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "You must destroy the thing that's causing you pain."

"Here." He says, stopping in front of a cute one story house. "This is it. I'm going to try and keep her in the living room. Just watch through that window and let's hope that this works." He says, taking a few deep breaths before walking up to the front door.

You peer in the window, seeing his ex sitting on the couch, twirling her necklace between her fingers. Baekhyun knocks on the door, and you see her perk up, going towards the door as if she just knows that it's Baekhyun.

You hear the squeal escape from her lips as she pulls him inside, dragging him to the living room before pushing him on the couch.

You close your eyes before murmuring a small spell, allowing you to hear what they were saying.

Baekhyun clears his throat. "I'm so sorry I left you. I don't know what I was thinking." He says.

You can tell she's definitely buying it.

"My life has been nothing but pure hell since I left. Please Jennie, forgive me." He begs.

Jennie sits there for a moment, contemplating but you knew what his answer would be.

"Of course! I missed you." She says, snuggling in close to him.

"I missed you too. So much." He whispers, looking out the window, directly into your eyes. You motion to him with your hands, around your neck, showing him that it's her necklace, that's what he wants.

You stare at Baekhyun, watching his eyes twitch as a thought flashes through his head. You know that look. You've seen it plenty of times. It's the look you get right before you do something potentially dangerous and risky.

Baekhyun looks at you and back at Jennie. She leans in close to him, whispering something in his ear that you can't make out. His eyes lock with yours before going black for a split second, and then going back to normal. He takes a deep breath and before you can stop him his hand grips the necklace and yanks it from her neck, getting up as fast as he can to run out the front door.

"Baekhyun!" Jennie screams, chasing after him. "Don't." She spits as he holds it up in the sky. She stares at him, getting ready to do something. Jennie raises her hand quickly to get the necklace back, but you're quicker.

"Prohibere." You yell, making her drop her hand. "Now." You say to Baekhyun who smashes the piece of jewelry on the ground.

"Run." Baekhyun yells. You both take off in the same direction, leaving a fuming Jennie standing on her porch watching you run, plotting her revenge.

You and Baekhyun arrived back at your aunts shop and you could tell something was going on with him. He seemed as though he was fighting off something in his mind.

"You okay?" You ask, your stomach feeling uneasy.

"Yeah. I'm just feeling a little weird is all." He says, hisbhead twitching. "Look, thanks for tonight but I'm going to get going." He finishes, extending his arms for a hug.

You accept his hug, and as soon as his arms touch you a vision flashes through your head.

'Baekhyun sits on a couch in Jennie's house. She holds his hands, her eyes closed as she recites an incantation. You look at baekhyun, he's still, his eyes black as he repeats the words back to her.

"Kill her." Jennie whispers.

"Kill her." Baekhyun repeats.'

You gasp, pushing Baekhyun away.

"You okay?" He asks, a little panicked.

"Fine.. you should go." You say, ushering him out of the shop.

What the hell was she trying to do?

Over the next week, everyday Baekhyun showed up at the shop. When he arrived he was sweet, funny and charming, until he wasn't. He seemed to be still fighting something off, while looking exhausted.

"I'm finding myself in random places when I wake up." He admits, twiddling his fingers. "In my kitchen, outside, the street. I don't get it." He sighs.

"That is weird. I wonder if I.. " you begin before you're interrupted.

"Save it, half breed. I'm watching you. Remember that. Watch your back." He growls before ripping the door open and storming out.

That night you decided to head to Jennie's to see if you could gather any sort of information on what was happening.

You knew the dark magic witching hour was around 3am, so when your clock hit 230am, you left your apartment and headed towards Jennie's.

When you arrived you crouched down, making your way to the large window she had in front of her house. You whispered the spell to hear inside, and what you heard made your knees weak.

"Make her fall for you, make her love you, and kill her. My sweet baby, Baekhyun. Kill her, won't you?" She groans.

You look through the window and see Jennie riding Baekhyun. His head laid back, his eyes blank as he repeats the words she says to him.

"Kill Ayn." She moans.

"Kill Ayn." Baekhyun says, his voice monotone.

"Good boy."

Covering your mouth with your hand, you back away from the window. So your vision was right. She's trying to kill you. You didn't understand, she had everything. Both parents, who were witches, she was beautiful, she had no problems in her life. She was your cousin, for christ sake. With tears in your eyes, you run back to your apartment, locking the door behind you and crawl into your bed.

Now is not the time to be crying, you needed to figure out your plan and fast.

The next morning you sat in your aunts shop, reading through books upon books about the spell you thought Jennie had cast on Baekhyun. And just as you thought, it was a dark love spell. One where he was supposed to get you to fall so deeply in love with him, that it killed you when he suddenly left you.

You knew it. You knew something was off after he left Jennie's that day. She must have known, whispering the spell in his ear before he left, marking him every night at 3am to strengthen it.

She was smart, but you were smarter.

Ding.

The front door bell chimes, telling you someone is in the store. You look up and see Baekhyun standing there. But it's not really him. It's the puppet Baekhyun, the shell of him with nothing on the inside.

"Get out." You growl, anger radiating from your body.

"Kill Ayn." He smiles, it's empty, void of real emotions.

"prohibere" you yell, holding out your hand. He looks at you, his head tilted to the side, "somnum" you finish, making him fall to the ground.

Clap Clap, you hear. Jennie walks into the store, a pissed off look on her face as she looks at Baekhyun, lying unconscious on the floor.

"Useless." She groans, stepping over his body.

"What do you want from me, Jennie?"

"You're power, of course. You yield the most of us young witches and I want it." She smiles, as if you're just going to give it up.

"No." You scoff. "It's mine." You finish, backing away.

"Don't make me hurt you Ayn. Just give it up. Now." Jennie seethes, her frustrations coming through.

"No Jennie. It's not yours. Don't do this. You know it won't end how you want it too." You warn her.

"Oh it will. I will kill you like I should have done a long time ago!" She yells, raising her hands to begin her spell.

"rigescunt indutae". You yell, making her freeze."Ego omnes possem hac nocte bono malum maleficus" you finish, causing her to drop to the floor, unconscious as she should remain until you lift the spell.

If you ever decided too.

Leaving her body, you kneel beside Baekhyun's unconscious body, unsure if what to do with him. Will Jenny's spell on him be lifted when he wakes? As you're wondering, he begins to stir

"Ayn? Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing his head. "What did I do?"

"Nothing. You didn't do anything." You reassure him.

"Jennie? What did she do? Where is she?" He asks. You turn your head behind you, seeing her lifeless body lay there, breathing shallow.

"How do you feel?" You ask as he sits up, peeking over your shoulder.

"A bit of a headache. But good." He yawns.

"No urges to kill me?" You joke.

"None. Promise." He laughs. "I would like to make it up to you though.. dinner? Tomorrow night?" He asks.

"Sure." You agree, helping him up. "You should go get some rest. I have to deal with this." You say, pointing to her body.

"I'll see you tomorrow night." He smiles, walking out of the shop as you decide what to do with your cousin.

Over the next few weeks, your dates with Baekhyun had increased as well as your time spent together. You had a lot of fun with him, except doing the one thing you desperately wanted him to do.

You needed him to fuck you.

Tonight as Baekhyun was driving, you put his hand on your bare thigh, silently patting yourself on the back for putting on a skirt. He looks at you with his eyebrow raised as you slowly inch his hand up your thigh.

"If you want something, you just need to tell me baby." He says, his voice low and dark.

"I need you." You whisper.

"Need me to what? Kiss you? Hug you? Fuck you?" He asks.

"That one. Fuck me." You say.

Baekhyun swerves the car off the road, pulling it over before turning it off. He turns to look at you, signaling you to the back seat. You both crawl back there and Baekhyun immediately pulls you in for a kiss, pulling you on top of him. You can feel his semi hard cock, steadily growing beneath you.

He grabs the gem of your shirt, lifting it effortlessly over your head, discarding it beside you, leaving you in your lace bra and skirt.

"Damn baby." He groans, flipping your bra down to expose your tits without taking your bra off.

He leans his head down and gently licks your nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You throw your head back and moan as you grind your wet pussy on his clothed cock.

"Fuck me now." You breathe heavily, getting off his lap. Baekhyun stumbles to undo his pants, pulling them down enough to expose his cock before you roll a condom on his hard member.

You had been waiting for this for too long, your pussy was dripping, you knew you needed ko foreplay.

Baekhyun scoots his ass down slightly, spreading his legs as you straddle him again, lining yourself up with his cock. With your hands in his hair, you slowly sink yourself down on his dick, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he stretches you out, his cock filling you up.

"Shit." You groan, sitting there for a moment to adjust to his size.

"Bounce, baby." He breathes, his hands placed under your thighs, helping you bounce on his cock. "Oh my god." He moans, as you tighten yourself around him.

He leans down again, taking your other nipple in his mouth as you ride him, your impending orgasm building as he continuously hits your G spot while rubbing your clit.

"Don't stop." You cry out, your hands now placed on the back seat as you ride him harder, chasing your high. Baekhyun sucks on your nipple harder, making your orgasm burst through your body, causing you to shake on top of him.

He grips your hips, moving them back and forth as he chases his own high. "Tighten yourself." He moans. You do as you're asked, tightening yourself around his cock.

"Fuck." He yells, cumming hard.

The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath before you move to get off him. As he attempts to discard the condom, your phone rings.

You grab it, looking at the name you see it's your aunt.

"Hello?" You answer, trying to sound not out of breath.

"Ayn.." she whispers. "Jennie's gone.."

#exowritersnet #exo baekhyun #baekhyun smut #exo smut #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfic #exo scenarios #exo writing #exo fic #exo fiction #exo witch #witch au #kpop icons #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop writing #kpop imagines

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fuckyeahexofics · 4 years ago

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Hello! I've recently read the chanbaek fic SIGIL and absolutely fell in love with it's elements! Do you happen to know any such similar fics with lots of supernatural elements and slow burn? Any pairing is fine! Thank you~ 💗💗💗💗

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Hi! I love Sigil too! It’s one of my faves from this year’s BAE. As for fics that are similar, you can check out our magic realism or magic!au tags. Below are some of my recommendations for fics with warlocks, demons or magical creatures, please take note of the warning in their tags. Enjoy!

A Spell to Break Up (Chanyeol/Jongin, NC-17)

Blood and spells (Baekhyun/Chanyeol, NC-17)

Blood on the Crown (Jongin/Sehun, NC-17)

Creatures Such As We series (Yifan/Zitao, Junmyeon/Yixing, R)

into the woods (Junmyeon/Jongdae, NC-17)

Paper Moon (Baekhyun/Chanyeol, R)

Real People Who Pissed Off Demons (And Paid for It) series (Yifan/Jumyeon, Baekhyun/Yixing, Minseok/Luhan, NC-17)

Tameless (Chanyeol/Jongin, NC-17)

The Broken Vial (Baekhyun/Chanyeol, R)

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#autumnboykji #magic!au #magical realism #witch!au #baekhyun: chanyeol #chanyeol: kai #kai: sehun #Kris: Tao #Suho: Lay #Suho: Chen #kris: suho #baekhyun: lay #Xiumin: Luhan

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def-initely-soul · 5 years ago

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helloooo can I ask for a Halloween drabble with baek and numbers 15 & 22? hehe thank you love ❤️

yes baby here you go! I hope you like it!❤️

Bias: Baekhyun from EXO

Prompt(s): #15 “HOLY MOTHERF- IT BIT ME!” + #22 “Why don’t you just take your broomstick and shove it?”

Genre: Fluff/Humor/Supernatural/PG-15

Warnings: Mature Language/Sexual Themes

Words: 803

You hear your windchimes, signaling the entering of a possible customer on your little shop and you raise your head to welcome anyone that might need your services.

Only for that welcoming smile to transform into a menacing scowl once you see Byun Beakhyun strut into your shop with enough confidence for the whole town and a matching aggravating smirk on his lips.

You groan out loud at your neighboring competition and you try to avoid the warlock currently stepping into enemy territory.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, not even a “hello” for your friendly neighbor?” he teases, resting his weight on the counter, staring at your ass shamelessly while throwing you a wink.

You wanna say your immediate reaction was to gag, but even you know better.

Instead of letting him know his effect on you, you roll on your eyes. “Why don’t you just take your broomstick and shove it?” you spit out, pushing a book into his chest with all the strength and resentment you can manage. He had ordered a book on magic recipes some time ago and the idiots messed up and delivered it to your shop instead of his. Hence his visit to your shop.

He takes the book with a groan of complaint, before flashing you once more his signature smile. “Mmm, I didn’t peg you for the kinky type, Y/N…” he jokes, full of himself as he rests his upper torso on the counter again, leaning towards you.

You give him a patronizing chuckle before leaning in as well. “Oh, you didn’t… But I just might.”

The innuendo behind your answer has him choking on his words, ears and cheeks flushed as he takes a step back. His eyes fall to the floor in embarrassment as he rubs the base of his neck. But instead of getting satisfaction out of his behavior, you curse yourself.

Why? Because as much of an asshole Byun Baekhyun is when he’s confident, he’s that much of an adorable baby boy when he’s flustered. God, now you turned yourself on, congrats.

Especially, when you know how much of a baby boy he can get behind closed doors. You have the experience of one drunken night you spent naked on his bed to go by.

One mistake you won’t repeat again.

“I- I should go…” he stutters, -how cute-, as he tries to make his way to the exit, only to stumble and nearly fall on your familiar, a black cat named Lilith.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there…” he mumbles, extending his hand forward to pet her.

You try to warn him not to, but you’re too late.

“HOLY MOTHERF- IT BIT ME!”

You sigh in annoyance as you gather the necessary supplies as Baekhyun shakes his hand up down in the middle of your shop. Lilith has wandered off to rest on one of your cabinets, looking at the two of you from above and sparing you an unimpressed glance.

Really? Him?

You narrow your eyes at her, before approaching Baekhyun.

“Stop moving, you big baby, let me help you…” you scold him and at once Baekhyun falls silent, instead watching you work to heal him.

The silence is weird. Baekhyun has never been silent a day in his life and you have to guess this is a first. But it makes you feel nervous. Nervous by the lack of space between the two of you, nervous by the look he’s giving you.

It’s your turn to flush.

“If I ever hear you calling my familiar it again, I’m gonna let her do more than just a scratch…” you warn him, yet your voice hides no sharpness in it. Baekhyun’s eyes widen, staring at you in awe and then back at his hand to see you’re finished.

Your fingers linger on his skin before you shake yourself out of it and let it hang on his side. “There, all done.”

Baekhyun swallows, eyes never leaving yours. “Ugh, yeah, thanks…” he says, his voice quiet and timid.

His eyes remain on you for a while and for some reason you can’t take yours away as well. Because those eyes remind you of that night. And how different he was then.

Baekhyun coughs and moving his eyes away, breaking the spell. “I should go now…” he mumbles, walking backward to the exit. “Thanks for the book…” he says sincerely, and you smile.

“It’s nothing,” you admit.

Baekhyun stops right before he leaves. “I know.”

And then he’s gone.

You stay looking at the door for a second before moving back behind the counter to resume whatever you were doing before he came in.

Only to hear Lilith again in your head.

Idiots. You’re both idiots.

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chanhunist · 5 years ago

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Au where Baekhyun a modern witch living secretly casts a spell to speed up his laundry, but it backfires - just in time to zap a Tall passerby inside his house without a way out.

Let’s just say Baekhyun isn’t the brightest witch out there, and Chanyeol CEO of a company, who is bored of his life and needs to loosen up a little.

“So how do we break the spell ? I have an important meeting to attend in the evening,I can’t be locked inside your house”

“Well I told you it’s one of those 24 hour thing, I am trying my best !” Baekhyun huffs.

“Did you just type spells.org in google ?”

“Yah that website is really helpful, I use it all the time”

Maybe if I wasn’t lazy I would write this into a fic

#i tried #witch au #baekhyun #chanyeol #chanbaek #chanbaek prompt #baekyeol #exo prompt #exo #exol #otp #chanbaek au #kpop #fantasy #attempt at a fic

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youxidol · 5 years ago

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anonymous: 48 and 49 with witch!reader and warlock!heechul?

Your sleep was rudely interrupted by your partner ripping the blanket from your body and throwing himself down next to you.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he groaned, throwing an arm over your waist.

“Do what?”

“Mate talk.”

“He’s here again?” you frowned rolling to look over at the glowing numbers of the clock on your bedside table. “Can’t it wait?” you threw Heechul’s arm off of you, trying to get comfortable so you could fall back to sleep.

Of course, you didn’t have the chance, as he jumped up from the bed, grabbing your arm to lead you to the waiting vampire.

You sluggishly padded behind him, not bothering to sort out your bed hair or change from your pyjamas. You were ready to give the vampire a scolding for coming at this time and for once more getting his hopes up, but the sight of his full face stopped you.

“You really found them?”

The question made Baekhyun beam and nod his head. “They’re in my bed right now. I need help on the asking out part.”

“We’ll make a potion. Just slip it into their drink,”

“We’re not drugging his mate!” you pushed past the warlock to flop down in the throne at the centre of the room, earning yourself a scowl from the warlock. “When they wake, just explain. If they’re really the one, they’ll feel the same. You can spend some time in bed to get to know eachother, or you can take them out for a breakfast date”

The immortal mentally planned out what he would do as he listened to you, the smile growing on his lips as the scenario played out in his head. When he was happy with his plan, he approached your chair.

“You’re the best,” you were wrapped in his arms. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you,” he sighed dramatically before his lips pressed to your cheek, an action that the eldest in the room became jealous of.

“Or you,” he was behind the warlock in seconds, giving him the same treatment you had.

#being a witch and dating heechul includes: one loving vamp boi that doesn't leave u alone #drabble game #thank u ♥#heechul #warlock!au #warlock!heechul #baekhyun #exo #vampire!exo #heechul scenario #q - spooning with chanyeol #witch!reader #:･ﾟ✧trash✧ﾟ･:*

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galoresficrecs · 1 year ago

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[EXO] Baekhyun

LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ baekhyun x chanyeol ☙

✪ he talks like rain by bumkeyhyun [49,1k words] soulmates!au, ptsd, violinist!baekhyun, chef!chanyeol || explicit🔞

✪ Here Be Dragons by Misunkun [39,7k words] urban fantasy, dragons, fame marriage, domestic fluff || explicit🔞

✪ meaning of you by kozen [38,8k words | 4 ch] slice of life, friends with benefits, light angst || explicit🔞

✪ On the Booze with Brahms by NovemberMagpie [45,8 words] college!au, violinist!baekhyun || teen and up

✪ Stopping by Woods by GinForInk [19,4k words] hiking!au, camping!au || mature

✪ When I'm With You (I Have Fun) by noonaofdarkness [57,9k words | 5 ch] slice of life, slow burn, mentions of homophobia || explicit🔞

✪ you were always the one for me by tintatalk [19,8k words] friends to lovers, growing up || mature

❧ baekhyun x yixing ☙

✪ How Could Anyone Resist? by zhyixingie [3,2k words] asexuality, fluff || teen and up

❧ baekhyun x reader ☙

Breathless by whimsical-ness [8k words] f!reader, travel!au, tour-guide!baekhyun || not rated

Dead Giveaway by yehet-me-up [1,6k words] f!reader, she's the man!au, comedy || teen and up

[part of The Cartel] Fire by kpopfanfictrash [3,2k words] f!reader, 1970s!au, set in florida, crimes & criminasl!au || explicit🔞

Hey, Neighbor by whimsical-ness [5,5k words] f!reader, neighbours!au || not rated

Hook, Line & Sinker by whimsical-ness [9,2k words] f!reader, college!au || not rated

[part of Exordia Academy] Imminence by kpopfanfictrash [10k words] f!reader, 1980s!au, academy!au, powers!au || explicit🔞

Lovesick by whimsical-ness [12k words] f!reader, cupid!au || not rated

Nightbringer by kpopfanfictrash [1,7k words] f!reader, pirates!au, smut || explicit🔞

Our Spring by yehet-me-up [2,3k words] f!reader, moulin rouge!au || teen and up

[part of Welcome to the Exodus Mall] Silver Screen Bandits by yehet-me-up [11k words] f!reader, 1990s!au, mall!au, set in seattle, friends to lovers || teen and up

❧ otn/multi ☙

✪ tarantino and tortellini by mochiiks [20,9k words] baekhyun x jongdae x kyungsoo || neighbours!au, established!baeksoo || explicit🔞

Bedhead by kaifectionery_fest [6k words] baekhyun x jongin x sehun || domestic!au, established relationship || explicit🔞

✪ three's a crowd (and i love an audience) by Anonymous [45,9k words | 6 ch] baekhyun x sehun x yixing || stripper/exotic dancer!au, sugar daddy/sugar baby!au || explicit🔞

✪ some good, old-fashioned blood magic by dejakyu [47,2k words | 15 ch] baekhyun x jongdae x minseok || urban fantasy, hispital!au, vampires, witches, established!xiubaek || explicit🔞

✪ that old wintertime magic by unnieunnie [8,2k words] baekhyun x jongdae x minseok || magic shop!au || mature

#exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #baekhyun fanfic

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yaoisubmarine · 1 month ago

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SuperM fic recs (8)

Byun Baekhyun/Mark Lee

cotton candy by Anonymous [au:modern, non-famouse, age difference] 32k oneshot

[03:34] AITA? I (28M) fucked my ex’s (30M) brother (21M) as a revenge scheme and now I think I’m falling in love with him. Help.

AKA: Baekhyun makes poor life decisions and ends up with more than he’d bargained for (see: Mark Lee).

quality control by ncityinthehouse [au:modern, office au, office sex] 8k oneshot

Mark has an email in his inbox with the subject, “See me immediately,” with the sender very obviously being his boss. Mark’s checked, like three times. It definitely says [email protected]. The worst part of it all is Mark can’t tell from the context if he’s getting fired or getting laid. Or maybe, both.

Tryna Be Somebody by hyucksicles for putputpotato [au:modern, non-famous, college/university, coming of age, requited unrequited love, first love] 44k oneshot

Growing up is hard enough as it is. Falling helplessly in love wth someone so far out of your league it's almost ridiculous along the way? Well, that only serves to make it worse. Still, Mark will make it through. Somehow.

Byun Baekhyun/Lee Taeyong

curiosity & the cat by cryptidmoon for kevidnay [au:magical realism, urban fantasy, coffee shops & tattoo parlour] 18k oneshot

With Taeyong's magic broken and his time running out, he turns to the last person he'd expect to ask for help; Baekhyun, an illegal witch running an underground tattoo parlour. Taeyong may just end up with more problems than he started with.

Dom Fatal – Book 1 by putputpotato [au: bdsm, sugar daddy, contracts, strangers to lovers] 75k oneshot

When Baekhyun started working as a professional dominator four years ago, he expected a relatively calm life, all things considered. What he did not expect was to be hired exclusively by one of the richest, most successful actors in the world; Innocence-icon Lee Taeyong.

Byun Baekhyun/Wong Yuk Hei | Lucas

[note: tbh i am kinda wary of adding these fics after the whole controversy surrounding Lucas (good riddance) but these fics are very well written. as the fic writer has privated these fics, i have linked the archived pages saved on wayback machine]

the theory of ribcages: cut open, and pull [au:modern, non-famous, sexuality crisis, strangers/idiots to lovers] 37k oneshot

The last thing Yukhei wants in life is to get caught up in an accidental romantic-friends-with-benefits arrangement with a man going through a divorce, but that’s just the Baekhyun effect, luring Yukhei in when he least expects it.

something about you feels okay [au:modern, urban fantasy, vampires, werewolves] 7k oneshot

All Yukhei wants is to be good for Baekhyun --but Baekhyun wants to be good for Yukhei too.

script revisions [au:modern, actors au, kinda one sided enemies/rivals to lovers] 17k oneshot

Baekhyun’s life is somebody else’s script and he’s afraid of the ending scene --maybe it’s a good thing, then, that Yukhei keeps coming in and changing all the lines.

#rpf #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop fic recs #i hope i have properly tagged...pls don't kill me #will keep updating... i guess

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cloudycrystalkpop · 6 years ago

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#5 with Baekhyun please

spell book

“I miss the snow.” you mumbled, gazing out the window.

“but, the sun’ll come out~ tomorrow~” a small chuckle left your lips at Baekhyun’s voice. “it’s almost spring time! that means more sunshine~”

“i know.” you smiled at the witch before you. always so bright and happy.

“the snow will return before to long, sweet one.” he purred lovingly, patting your head fondly. “don’t mourn for too long.”

you looked up at the kind man before you, nodding quietly.

“i think these covens could use some sunshine, sweet one.” your voice was more solem this time.

“there is no sence morning for the fallen night, we must simply look forwards to the morning sun.” he comforted you gently.

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stainandscribble · 4 years ago

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Revenant (Part 6)

Pairing: Baekhyun X OC (Original Female Character)

Genre: Baekhyun Witch AU; fluff; fantasy; angst

Summary: To witches, names hold power, and Eleonora happens to have a very dangerous gift, one that can be deadly when misused- she has the ability to read names, true names that the witches and warlocks share only with people of utmost trust. It is a secret she hopes to take to her grave. Baekhyun had left his coven, and joined one with Suho’s. They too, possess unspeakable gifts. When Junmyeon warns him of his marriage, Baekhyun begins preparing, but so does Eleonora. With the veil thinning, and the darker half approaching, will their secrets stay safe? Or will the world burn?

A/N: this chapter ended up quite long, so I enjoy the extra content lol. Tagging @lovebuginlove @bbyunz . Yayun is transcribed from characters elegant (ya 雅 ) cloud (yun 云).

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Word Count: 5173

Lu Han sat at the breakfast table with his brothers. Charms of protection twinkled with magic beside windows and doors, the smell of sage was fragrant as it hung in the air. He could tell his brothers were speaking, he watched with kind eyes as their lips moved, but Lu Han could not hear them.

“She is the sacred thirteen.”

The words rang through his head, the voice was unfamiliar, conjured by his mind during sleep to fill the ringing silence of his dream. He sat with his brothers at the table, but Lu Han might as well have been a million miles away. The dream that was not a dream replayed in his head, and he recognised it. He had spent his education honing the craft of clairvoyance, and if his families coven taught him anything, it was how to recognise a prophecy.

In his dream, he had seen hi brothers; bared witness to the coming together of the twelve. In the chaos of his dream, he found Yixing, or maybe Yixing had found him. His eyes, dark and distrusting burned into Lu Han, and the man could do nothing but send a small smile his way, watching the distrust morph into an expression of pain, bubbling just under the surface, but never daring to leave his eyes. Lu Han saw tears that refused to spill, and he knew that what had transpired at that moment between them was heartbreak. Nestled into the tender warmth of his chest, kept in the bone confinement of his ribs by his pericardium was heartbreak, making a home of him.

Two brothers stood opposite each other, both in pain, both restless.

Unable to speak, Lu Han watched, feeling love fighting for survival among the broken pieces of his heart in an attempt to stick them back together. Unable to scream, he felt his heart snap back into place, right before Yixing disappeared, and with him went the rest of his brothers. In the darkness, he was left alone, but only for a moment.

In their place, the only human figure in the darkness, stood a woman.

Lu Han did not know her. She was not death, not life nor one of the three fates. She was mortal, just like him.

She knew his name.

Rather, she would learn to know his name. He watched her lips move around the syllables, no sound passing through them. The silence was ringing in his ears, the echo of the power of his name had made him heavy, but to his surprise, it had not made him uneasy. Lu Han felt no discomfort at the thought that she knew his true name. She was not the adversary.

The darkness dissolved into light, and the prophecy that had come to him in his dream settled over him like a weighted blanket, heavy but not uncomfortable.

And as he sat at breakfast, it weighed on him still.

“Yixing called.” Yifan’s voice brought him back to the present. The deep rumble of his voice was comforting, familiar.

“He is coming.” Yifan told them, and Tao had let go of his coffee, letting the cup spill brown liquid over the wooden table. He could see the shock in the younger’s eyes, his dark circles deepening with the revelation. It was as if rest had left him. Yifan too, looked aged, if even for a second. He worried, brows furrowed and lips pulled in a tight line as is fingers combed through his black hair.

Lu Han recognised the darkness swirling behind their irises, he was familiar with the glassy sheen of tears in their eyes. Lu Han knew heartbreak when he saw it. It was the same broken look Yixing had given him in his dream.

“Good.” Lu Han answered, his voice soft and reassuring. His almond-shaped brown eyes became smaller when he smiled, his full lips turned upwards into a small smile, the same one he had given Yixing in his dream.

He was the only one of his brothers who didn’t look heartbroken. He had already put his heart back together, or at least he knew he would eventually do so. That knowledge allowed him to smile, and Tao smiled back. It was a broken rueful smile, but a smile nonetheless.

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Hours later, Yixing had finally landed, comforted by the steady unyielding ground beneath his feet. He had travelled across the country, to his brothers. Back to his brothers, and yet away from them. It was a strange feeling, he thought, to be two halves of a Circle, never whole.

At the airport, it had been Lu Han who came to greet him. The lean man looked as if he had not aged a day. He had grown out his hair longer, the curtains of his fringe parting in the middle, a serene expression painted over his features. No worry creased his brows, not tension pursed his lips together. Just like in his dream, Yixing watched him a little breathless, the memory of the prophecy fresh in his mind mixing with the heartbreak in Junmyeon’s eyes. His brothers were reluctant to let him go. they loved him enough to let him anyway, and now he was standing in front of his brother as if in a dream.

“I saw you.” Lu Han told him, eyes wide with happiness as he stood in front of Yixing, taking in the tired silhouette of his brother, his eyes falling onto the golden band on his ring finger. He smiled then, happy for his brother’s happiness as they finally stood together.

“I saw you too.” Yixing told him, his voice barely a whisper when he spoke, scared of the consequences of their dreams. It was those dangerous dreams, however, that brought him here, to his family, it was those dangerous dreams stitching his family back together, and despite the heartbreak swimming in their eyes, both Yixing and Lu Han saw the buds of love, ready to weave their broken hearts back together.

“Did you see the woman?” Lu Han asked suddenly, and it was then that Yixing was forced to remember that he was a clairvoyant, that he was always a step ahead.

“The woman?” Yixing asked, mind empty for answers. He had not seen a woman in his dreams, nor did Chanyeol or Minseok. Neither did Junmyeon.

“She had blue eyes, vivid and sparkling like sapphires and caramel brown hair.” Lu Han clarified, remembering the way her pink lips spoke his same without making a sound, and the way she made him feel like he would know her, not now, but in the future.

“Do you know her?” Yixing asked and he shook his head, hoping that his brother would have answers. He could see the brief shadow of recognition pass through Yixing’s eyes. He was hopeful he knew.

“I felt like she knew me, or like she would know me one day.” Lu Han continued, a small smile playing on his lips.

“A premonition?” Yixing asked, thinking back to Eleonora’s familiar face, the electric blue eyes, piercing into Junmyeon when they first met, the way she had scrutinised Baekhyun, and how she was starting to fall in love. If she was the one Lu Han had seen, he had no doubt the two would meet. He worried it might be soon.

“I think so.” The slender man nodded, walking Yixing towards his car to take him home.

The drive wasn’t particularly long, it had lasted an hour as they moved to the outskirts of the city, living on the border of another coven. They lived together in a large house with tall windows and a white façade. The garden out front was well-groomed, with no stray flowers or long grass. They had no porch either.

“We are here.” Lu Han had parked his car in the driveway, letting Yixing get out first, before walking him to the door.

“Welcome home.” He spoke when they stepped inside, the warm air kissing their cheeks as they took off their shoes and hung up their coats. Looking out from the living room, Yifan had made his way to his guest, crossing the wide corridor to greet his brother.

“Yixing.” He spoke, and although there was little emotion in his voice, and the hand that reached out to him was done out of politeness, Yixing didn’t mind.

“Yifan.” He greeted the tall man, completely ignorant of the deep stare he was getting. Yifan’s dark eyes looked even darker when they looked over his brother.

“Zitao.” Yixing had called out, watching as the youngest made his way down the central stairs, his eyes light with optimism and his lips curved upwards in a smile. Without missing a beat, and without regard for his elders, Zitao had flung himself at Yixing, embracing the man. Without thinking, Yixing hugged him back, feeling the grief and the heartbreak slip away from Zitao’s tall frame.

Lu Han watched, standing now beside Yifan as he looked over the exchange, eyes softening at the sight. His brothers were embracing, and he watched as the heartbreak in Zitao’s eyes turned into something softer, a tender fire burning behind his eyes. Yifan’s gaze fell onto Yixing’s hands, a golden band glimmering in the artificial light of the lamps. He wondered what he had missed, and he wondered what they have missed too. For a short, tender moment their hearts pulled themselves back together, hope planted a seed inside the tender caverns of their chests.

Eventually, Zitao let go, opting for steering his brothers into the warm kitchen.

“What do you need to tell us?” Yifan had asked as they passed the threshold, and Yixing looked around at the three of them, before looking over at the table shoved into the corner by the window.

“Let’s sit.”

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Minseok and his wife, Demi, decided to host dinner the day after Yixing left, trying their hardest to distract themselves from feeling the tug of increasing distance between them and their brother. Their table was long enough to host their coven, including Yixing’s wife, Yayun, who was staying with them while her husband was away. It was well known that during the Thinning one should not be in the house alone, and so as there were only two other married warlocks, she decided to stay with one of them. Minseok happened to be closest since he was right next door. Their living room was pristine, monochromatic in white and black with not a single speck of dust or stray object lying around. Their house, unlike the rest, was very minimalist and modern. However, even they could not go without the charms hanging by their windows and front door. Yellow paper with red writing and red tassels hung by them, and on the windowsill, a small bouquet of dry sage stood in a clear glass, ready for burning. Baekhyun had decided to skip this one out in favour of finally taking his wife to be on a proper date, and Demi and Yayun had supported his decision. They had gone as far as to tell him which flowers to get her, and they had settled on a bouquet of blue dahlias to symbolise a new beginning.

“Have you heard from Yixing yet?” Junmyeon asked when everyone was seated, his hand draped casually over the back of Winnie’s chair. The rest of the coven grew tense, knowing that resentment took time to mellow out, and forgiveness was hard to give. Their deep brown eyes looked at Yayun, who was looking at them through a curtain of short black hair, her eyes equally as dark as their own.

“He called to say he arrived. Lu Han was happy to see him.” Yayun spoke, sipping on her tea as she sat in between Demi and Winnie. Her melodic voice rang through the still air, but her words had put everyone at ease. Their brother was safe and Lu Han had come to greet him, and that was more than they expected. Minseok and Jongdae relaxed in their chair’s returning to their meal if soup and rice.

“We should ask Alethea’s coven about the prophecy.” Yayun turned to look at Junmyeon, a knowing look in her eyes as she regarded the leader with a serious expression. Her pink lips were pressed together in a straight line as she waited for him to say something.

“Why?” Junmyeon asked, leaning over the table to look directly at the small woman.

“Lu Han saw her too.” She spoke, and her voice cut through their peace like a knife. A shiver run down Junmyeon’s spine at the mention of Alethea. His dream was pulled fresh into the front of his mind, the memory of his name was threatening, and the image of water turning to blood was terrifying.

“What did he say?” Junmyeon whispered, half apprehensive of the answer, and half curious as to what the clairvoyant had to say about his dream.

“Thirteen. The sacred number is thirteen.” Yayun spoke, and this time even Jongdae and Minseok put their spoons back down.

“Not twelve?” Jongdae asked.

“Why her?” Jongin had asked, and the rest of his coven had turned to look at him, their eyes falling at the younger member with equal confusion. Why her, was a good question indeed, but they also knew things happen for a reason, and the reasons are not always obvious at first.

“Call her here.” Junmyeon commanded, and even Winnie could not help the look of shock at his decision. If he had seen her as the adversary, but both Baekhyun and Lu Han had seen her in a positive way there had to be more to this than he thought. It was clear now; when three of six had already seen Alethea, that she was significant.

Chanyeol had pulled out his phone, and after calling Baekhyun, he announced that they would be here soon. The coven waited, the severity of their situation weighing down on them, enveloping them in a blanket of silence as they ate the remainder of their dinner.

Baekhyun’s and Alethea’s entrance was announced by the chiming of the bell by the door, and the faint smell of burning sage as they cleansed themselves after walking in.

“You wanted to see me.” Alethea had announced as she walked into the room, her head held high as she looked over to the table.

“Do you know anything about receiving prophecies?” Minseok had asked, his voice was high and soft and as nonintimidating as he could manage. His large eyes gazed up at her in curiosity, waiting for an answer.

“My crone received one in her youth. I don’t know much else.” Her answer was unsatisfactory but expected. There was no reason for her to know much about receiving prophecies. Witches were told about prophecies fulfilling themselves, about prophets who had already been given their prophecies and interpreted them. Prophecies were rare, and prophets even rarer. Sometimes, a single prophet or oracle would receive multiple prophecies in their life. That was their purpose. Those with no clairvoyance were not chosen often.

“We think we are receiving a prophecy.” Jongdae had supplied, and beside Alethea, Baekhyun froze, his eyes turning frantically between Junmyeon and Minseok. The two remained serious and stoic as they watched Alethea’s reaction.

“All of you?” Alethea asked, looking at them with wide electric eyes. After surveying each face, she turned to look over at Baekhyun. He was standing still, his warm palm pressed against the small of her back. He was wearing a dress shirt and black slacks since they had come straight here from their date at the Thai restaurant. Baekhyun met her eyes, his plump lips pressed between his teeth as he bit down on his lower lip and nodded. His eyes darkened, remembering the dream of her being ripped away, and the distress he felt once he woke up, followed by Junmyeon opening the doors to his bedroom with Chanyeol at his feet, both as distressed as him.

“Bit by bit.” Chanyeol spoke, his deep baritone piercing through the still air.

“Why are you telling me this?” Alethea could taste their distress, a sour thing mixed with the metallic aftertaste of fear and adrenalin on her tongue. They were distressed for different reasons, she could taste the subtle differences in Baekhyun and Junmyeon. She didn’t need to taste feelings to know that Junmyeon was worried, his brows creased and wrinkles lined his forehead. She had never seen his eyes so dark, not even during their meeting with her coven. The severity of the situation clung onto her taste buds thick like treacle.

“It involves you.” Junmyeon told her, his voice ringing in the silence, and she didn’t know what to say back.

She could tell it wasn’t good, knowing names had never caused her much trouble, but she had a feeling it would become a problem now. Her power, her best-kept secret, was a weapon of mass destruction if misused, and she hoped she would never break to unleash it.

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Yifan’s kitchen was warm, curtsey to them moving to the warmer part of the country. The sun beamed through the windows in golden rays, and Yixing could not help but think about Baekhyun, and whether his coven was doing alright. His eyes fell onto the three men looking at him now. Their expressions were stoic, lips pressed together and their faces void of any other emotion. Yifan’s eyes told Yixing he apprehensive. His brows were furrowed as he looked on, and his jaw clenched.

“We think it is a prophecy. It comes in threes. Lu Han already received a part of the prophecy.” Yixing wasted no time in telling his brothers what had been happening. There was no reason for sugar-coating and no reason for delay either. None of them knew who the next prophet would be, and no one knew what would happen once they were able to piece the puzzle together.

“It came in a dream last night.” Lu Han confessed when Yifan and Zitao turned to look at him, their wide eyes filled with worry. Yifan’s jaw had gone slack at the revelation, his lips parting, and he looked as if he was about to say something, but no words came out. Instead, the silence filled the air and tension settled over their shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Zitao asked.

“Nothing makes sense. Besides,” Lu Han looked away from the youngest to the newcomer, sitting silently in his chair and observing their exchange with deathly scrutiny. “I saw Yixing, and I just knew. I knew I had to wait.” He tried explaining eyes wide with a knowledge the others did not possess.

“What does Junmyeon know that we don’t?” Yifan asked, hands balling as they rested on the table.

“We have other parts. At least some of them.” The gravity in Yixing’s voice was final, settling over them the same way it had settled over Junmyeon and the others when he first revealed that the strange nightmares were a prophecy.

“How many so far?”

“Five.” Yixing answered, not paying any attention to who was asking, all that he focused on was the memory of his dream and the weight of what he had seen.

“I’m the sixth.” Lu Han told them, looking over to Yixing. The clairvoyant watched as his dream passed behind his eyes, an echo of hope that came in a nightmare.

“When will we know the next parts?” Zitao asked, worry creasing his brows. For all he knew, he could be next. Plagued by a nightmare with the possibility of coming true.

“In two nights.” Yixing whispered, looked down at the table, eyes following the grains of the wood as if it was scripture. But just as in holy texts, there was no answer here.

“The woman I saw,” Lu Han began, a feeling of familiarity washing over him when her face passed through his memory, but he never got to finish his question.

“Is Baekhyun’s wife to be.” Yixing cut him off, with the answer.

“She can taste feelings.” Yixing added, thinking that the empathetic ability would make Lu Han excited.

“Cool.” Zitao exclaimed instead, but Yixing could see the appreciation swimming in Lu Han’s dark irises, tender and warm.

“We will go to you.” Yifan’s deep voice brought their attention to the tall man. His dark eyes gleamed in the light of the setting sun.

“It's better to be a whole coven, rather than a bit of it.” He reasoned, and his brothers agreed, waiting for Yixing’s approval. The calm man smiled, and Lu Han mirrored the action, their dreams passing in unison behind their eyes.

“Let’s go home.”

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Eleonora woke up in the middle of the night, the fire alarm blaring and the smell of smoke thick in the air as she breathed in. In the darkness, she made her way to the door, checking if the fire was outside her room by touching the door.

Once her hand met the cool wood, she decided to open it, wondering what could be burning.

When she opened the door, the faint light of the moon illuminated the smoke coming from underneath Baekhyun’s door. She couldn’t hear any movement, and before she knew it, she was reaching for the fire extinguisher at the end of the hallway, quickly making her way into the room.

Behind Baekhyun’s bed, fire blazed, lighting the carpet, the dresser and the curtain of the window beside it.

“Baek?” She tried calling, but when he did not respond, she made her way over to his bed, ripping the covers off of his body and checking for his breathing. Just as she was pulling him out of bed, trying to get them both out of the room, Yeol and Suho burst into the room, both with fire extinguishers.

“Baek?” Loey practically screamed when he saw his brother slumped in Eleonora’s arms.

Suho spared no time as he passed them using the fire extinguisher to quench the fire.

“Take him out.” He had called over his shoulder, and Eleonora watched helplessly as the tall man carried Baekhyun in his arms almost effortlessly.

Once they were outside the building, they watched as the rest of the coven gathered out in front of Baekhyun’s house, Winnie watched as the fire inside receded, wrapped tightly in a shawl as she waited for her husband. Yayun was the first to come over to Eleonora. She watched as the younger girl looked on with wide blow eyes, her hands trembling at her sides as Yeol and Xiumin tried to resuscitate her husband to be. She gave her a shawl to cover herself with and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Once Baekhyun had opened his eyes, Xiumin opened a potion vial and slid the liquid down his throat. He coughed, allowing the smoke to escape his lungs in the form of black phlegm.

“What was that?” Chen asked, looking over at Baekhyun, face covered in soot as he knelt on the grass coughing up black phlegm and wiping his watery eyes.

“I think Baekhyun had a nightmare.” Loey told them, crouching beside his friend, patting his back to help the phlegm loose.

“Why would a nightmare set his room on fire?” Eleonora had been distraught, watching as the room burned, and Baekhyun remained unconscious despite the loud squeals of the fire alarm. She had felt scared, terrified at the prospect of losing him, and terrified of the flames eating at the room, orange and hot and deadly. Now, after all of that Loey was telling her he had a nightmare. Witches did not conjure fire in their sleep, there had never been such an accident, and there was no possibility of it happening. Conjuring that could be potentially destructive had to be done through concentration and strict ritual. Neither could be accomplished whilst asleep.

“It doesn’t matter.” Winnie quickly butted in, stopping the answer of Loey’s tongue before it happened.

“It doesn’t matter? He set fire to his house in his sleep!” Eleonora pointed at the smoke still coming out the stained glass window in Baekhyun’s bedroom.

“Don’t concern yourself.” Suho spoke up, his voice carried by the wind as he walked over to the group, empty fire extinguisher at hand. He descended the steps of the front porch, face covered in soot and sweat falling down the sides of his face in clear streams.

“It might have escaped your notice Suho, but we are getting married.” Eleonora spat, watching as Baekhyun caught his breath and sat in the grass, allowing the autumn night to cool down his body.

“Whether you like me or not, doesn’t matter. He is going to be my husband, his affairs concern me.” She told him helping Baekhyun to his feet when he outstretched his hand in her direction. She held him up by the waist, allowing the slim man to lean against her.

“You’re not his wife yet.” Suho told her, not sparing her a glance as he handed the extinguisher over to Soo.

The chill in his voice sent a shiver down Eleonora’s spine. She could taste his hostility and his irritation on her tongue, putrid tastes that accompanied poisonous feelings.

He had made it clear to her then; she was not part of his coven, and she doubted she would ever be one in his mind.

“Come in for some tea.” Demi and Yayun suggested, pulling Eleonora away from Baekhyun, who was passed over to Loey.

Once they sat down in Yayun’s kitchen, the girls began to make tea, handing Eleonora the first mug of steaming amber liquid and sliding an open packet of biscuits across the table. In the living room, Winnie sat beside her husband, wiping black suit off his face. The others sat around the room, eyes darting to check on Baekhyun every once in a while.

“What did you dream?” Minseok asked first, cutting straight to the chase as he looked over at his brother, the panic of the night still swimming in his glassy eyes.

“It faded the moment I woke up, but I know how it made me feel.” Baekhyun shivered, eyes darting to the doorway, looking over at where the light of the kitchen fell onto the floorboards in the corridor, searching for Alethea.

“I cannot shake the feeling there is darkness lurking, just beyond my reach, and my light can’t reach it.” He whispered, his voice small and broken, and Junmyeon thought he had the same broken look Chanyeol had the night of the prophecy. He was afraid, but no one could even begin to guess what was so frightening.

“You can’t tell her about your powers.” Junmyeon chose to warn him, eyeing him sternly as he pouted.

“You told Winnie when she moved in.” The younger accused.

“Listen to your leader.” Junmyeon told him, and the rest of the coven watched the tension build between them, confusion swirling in their eyes. They didn’t see a reason why Alethea should not be told about their powers.

“Why can’t I tell her?” Baekhyun asked, challenging his leader's authority. He stood up, legs still shaky from the lack of oxygen, but his eyes were dark when they looked down at Junmyeon.

“I saw her in my dream too.” He confessed, looking deep into Baekhyun’s eyes, fear and anger swimming in his own.

“In mine, she was the adversary.”

The coven stilled, the revelation stunning them into silence. He had kept it a secret since the beginning, hoping he was wrong, but still wary of the stranger. He had watched as his coven let her in, and he had been conflicted. It was good she had fit in with them, but he wondered if push came to shove, and the time was right, what would be left of his family. He had no idea.

“Junmyeon,” Baekhyun began, his voice weak, but he was cut off.

“Get back to your house. Sleep downstairs if you have to.” Junmyeon told him, standing up and putting a firm reassuring hand on his shoulder, before he left, leaving his brother to their musings and speculations.

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Yixing had returned the day after he arrived. Yifan and the others wanted to waste no time in getting to the bottom of this. It was better to be wary. the Veil was Thinning and Samhain was almost around the corner. They had only two weeks before the 31st, and the Veil was paper thin now, and all kinds of creatures could pass through now. That is why they were now standing in front of Junmyeon’s house, which was currently also serving as the coven house.

“This is where we live now.” Yixing gestured vaguely to the neighbourhood, now coloured in browns and oranges and yellows as the trees lost their leaves and the cold settled in.

“You brought your own homes?” Zitao asked, looking around at the other houses. He could tell which house was Baekhyun’s just by looking. The stained glass windows gave it away.

“Junmyeon and Minseok got married. So did I.” Yixing explained, gesturing to two other houses, side by side with each other.

“Yifan is getting married.” Zitao told him, gesturing to the man who was currently glaring at the house in front of them.

“When?”

“When I figure out what is going on.” Yifan butted in, agitated at the idea that he would have to stay with Junmyeon as they figure out the prophecy.

As if by some great providence, Junmyeon had walked out of his front door, Winnie and Minseok following closely behind him.

“Junmyeon.” Yifan greeted, shaking the other man’s hand, and despite the anger he felt mere seconds ago, he could not bring himself to loath him.

“Yifan. Welcome home.” Junmyeon spoke, letting the lot into his home.

“Is it home?” Yifan asked, and Junmyeon tried to find anger and resentment. When he found none of that, and instead was greeted by his genuine question, he smiled. It was weak and small, but it was real. As if by magic, he felt the pieces of his heart pull together, for a brief moment e remembered what it was like to be whole, and when the feeling faded, he tried chasing it, wanting to feel the same love and content, even if for just a few more seconds.

“We are one coven and one Circle. Your home is my home.” Junmyeon told them, leading them into the living room, where the rest of his coven waited, patiently anticipating their brother’s return. Even if it was just temporary.

“It’s good to be home.” Lu Han was the first to speak, his eyes falling on Sehun and Minseok, side by side as they looked on with hope at their arrival.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Sehun spoke, voice thick when he spoke, and the two didn’t wait any longer before they fell into each other’s arms. Their coven was whole, and although their hearts needed time, Lu Han could tell they would mend. It was their destiny.

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nojamfics · 7 years ago

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dark water

Jimin / Jungkook

Jungkook disappears into the water one day. A different, new Jungkook comes out.

"A demon?" He repeats. "Couldn't be farther from the truth. Demons can't possess humans for more than a week."

"Then what are you?" Jimin asks desperately, "Why the hell are you in Jungkook's body?"

Not-Jungkook was looking increasingly petulant now. "I'm still Jungkook. Just... improved."

Words: 24k / Rating: M / Author: baekhyun (baruna)

#jikook fic rec #magical realism au #greek mythology #god!jungkook #kinda #achilles!jungkook #witch!taehyung #murder mystery ish #plot heavy #erm not really fluff and kissing but the story is cool #chaptered #p: jikook #w: 10kto30k #r: m #a: baekhyun(baruna)#jk: angst with a happy ending

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fuckyeahexofics · 5 years ago

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Hi! Since it's summer Solstice, do you know any chanbaek witch!au or something related to witchcraft fics? Thank you!

200621

Here nony! Here’s some chanbaek witchcraft fics;

Blood and spells (NC-17, demon!au)

The Broken Vial (R)

Enhanced (R)

Paper Moon (R, souleater!au)

Persephone's flowers (R, florist!au)

Samhain (NC-17, werewolf!au)

Son of a Witch (G)

Touch my heart (R, poly)

Under the Same Sky (NC-17, Royalty!au)

Witches' Brew (NC-17, medieval!au)

-aliza

#anonymous #baekhyun: chanyeol #florist!au #witch!au #medieval!au #angels and demons!au #Royalty!AU #werewolf #polyamory

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seawitch62 · 2 years ago

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Fanfiction Masterlist

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Delusional Woods - Multiple (Seonghwa) - Suggestive

Shoo Fly! - Hongjoong - 3rd POV

Worst Date Scenario - Yeosang x OC

The Orchard - Jongho x reader

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The Light Hashira - b.bh

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : light hashira!baekhyun x marechi!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : demon slayer au, fantasy, violence, smut, kind of angst and fluff if you squint

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature & explicit

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : as a child, baekhyun and his mentor saved you from being eaten by a demon and learned that you have a rare form of blood that's very attractive to demons, called a marechi. Baekhyun takes the initiative to remind you of a promise you made as a child.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : blood, death, injuries, oral, pretty vanilla piv sex

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i'm sorry because this must suck. i've finished it up with a covid-fogged brain :/

You knew of the suave, handsome, yet endearingly cute and awkward Hashira, Byun Baekhyun more so than others. You were rescued by an older, previous Hashira as a child and were in frequent contact with members of the demon slayer corps.

You were already considered old for being unmarried, but you also knew no one in your town or nearby villages would want to marry you, considering the number of people, especially men, you had in and out of your home. You had a rather large home on the outskirts of town, surrounded by wisteria for your safety.

You were lucky to own such an estate, partially given to you by Oyakata-sama and partially by the herbs you grew and sell.

This time around, you had to leave for a larger town to get new seeds. Your gifted crow happily accompanied you to the train station, and you grip the dried wisteria pendant that rests on your chest to calm yourself. You watch as the train pulls to a stop, nodding to the crow as it flies off and you get on.

You look for a seat and, to your surprise find Byun aboard. It came as a relief, as you were finishing your menstrual cycle and knew you would be safer with the Hashira. You adjust your skirts and sit across from him, tilting your head curiously at him.

“Hello, my lady,” he practically purrs, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Byun,” you greet, bowing your head politely.

“I wondered why I was told to be on this train, but now I understand. There’s so few Marechi, hm?” he states.

You shrug at the statement and peer out the window. “I suppose,” you murmur.

“Are you married yet?” he asks casually as if it were the most normal question to ask.

“It’s hard to marry with young men constantly in my home. The townspeople like to believe that I’m a witch over a whore,” you admit, resting your hands in your lap.

“You can always take me up on my offer,” he hums, relaxing into the seat as the train moves, spreading his legs open.

You give him a skeptical look, not believing him as the memory runs through your mind.

You were hardly of age when you were in town gathering things for your family. You had finally finished menstruating and were allowed to town, only to come home to a complete tragedy.

Your entire family was merely blood along the whole home, the stench of blood so overwhelming all you could smell was rust. You move through the house in a daze, reaching your eldest sister who was barely holding on.

“It’s still…” she begins, her eyes dull as she reaches out to you. “Here… you need… run,” was all she could barely say.

You shake your head, not understanding how this could happen until you hear an eerie laugh.

“I knew if I stayed long enough, you’d come,” the voice laughs, and you look around for it. Your eyes land on a muscular body, with eyes devoid of all humanity. They were inhumanely pale with navy tattoos and red hair. If the voice alone hadn’t been eerie enough, seeing them was enough to make you nearly pass out, only staying on your feet due to adrenaline.

“I may as well toy with you, no? You are all mine, you see,” the monster sneers, stepping closer.

“Oh, all the things I could do with your pretty little body, hmm?” they continue walking towards you until your back hits the wall.

You don’t remember much after the demon attack until you wake up in a soft, warm bed with an older boy in a uniform nearby. And that boy was Byun Baekhyun.

“You’re safe now,” he assures you, resting his hand on his sword at his hip. He calmly explained to you what happened, what you are, and that he and his master killed the demon and buried your family.

You weren’t sure why he was so patient and gentle with your recovery, but you were thankful for it. When you were able to leave the estate, you were brought to what would be your new home.

“The wisteria will keep you safe, but I promise that once I’m Hashira, you can marry me and you’ll never have to feel unsafe ever again,” Baekhyun says, his words so sincere you nearly cried.

Instead, you shook your head at the older boy, heading inside to meet the older woman who became like a grandmother to you.

You snap back to the present as the conductor punches your tickets, and you look back up at Byun Baekhyun.

“We were children,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Children are very honest, and I meant it,” Byun admits, much to your dismay.

“Yes, well, why don’t you tell that promise to the many other women who claim to be married to you or are your fiances,” you practically snarl, all but literally forcing him to halt the conversation.

He lets out a deep sigh, and you know you’ve hit a nerve.

“At times I have claimed to have a fiance. After saving people, they often beg me to marry their daughters. So, I tell them I am betrothed. To you,” Byun relents, glancing outside.

“You know that’s not how consent works, nor do I have any relatives that can approve of it on my behalf,” you respond as you roll your eyes.

“Master could have approved it,” he grumbles.

“Has he?”

“No, but I did save your life.”

“Yeah, and how many times have I helped heal you back to health?”

“Maybe twice?”

“Mhm, so who really owes who?”

Byun sighs, shaking his head.

Unfortunately for you, it was dark by the time you arrived in the proper town. You made your way with the Hashira in tow as you head to your regular inn, only stopped when Byun grabs your arm.

“Are you menstruating?” he asks, way too seriously for your liking.

“What? Why would you ask such a thing!”

“Are you on your period? Yes or no?” he demands.

“I shouldn’t be anymore…”

“Fuck,” he groans.

Byun is quick to pull you into an alley, down a side street, and out of the way of any potential bystanders. You didn’t need to ask what he was doing, as you could hear the inhuman grumbling closing in.

“Stay close,” he commands, drawing his sword.

It always caught your eye due to its unique coloring. When Haganezuka saw it change color, he was ecstatic. The brilliant, glowing white offset the black like yin and yang and is said to be an ancient combination that few but very strong swordsmen had.

You only saw the sword for a moment before he leaps into action, beheading a lesser demon. You knew right away as it faded it was only a ruse, considering the cold body pressed behind you, a hand to your throat.

“Too bad I caught the pretty little girl first,” the demon mocks.

Your eyes widen as they meet Baekhyun the voice eerily familiar.

“Oh, I remember you! Your master killed my brother. That makes this even better! Especially because this girl is a Marechi!”

If the demon’s sound wasn’t frightening enough on its own, it was his voice that made things much worse.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, and the brief interaction is enough. “I’m not a girl, I’m a woman,” you correct, doing your best to remember what you were taught as a child if anyone were to grab you from behind. So, you use your heel to stomp on the demon’s foot while elbowing his stomach. You feel the bones in your elbow snap, but you don’t have it in you to care for or feel the pain. The demon’s grip loosens and your reaction is quicker than his to practically leap away toward Byun.

Byun is quick to trade spots with you, closing in on the demon.

“Light breathing, form one,” you hear Baekhyun mutter, moving quicker than you can process.

His speed increased practically tenfold since you were children, his blade constantly bashing the demon. You step out of the way, not wanting to go unattended at night or in case other demons were lurking nearby. Your eyes wander for something, anything to splint your arm with, but nothing is worthy.

The demon begins pushing Byun towards you, a crazy look in his eyes. “I will eat her,” the demon aggressively asserts, to which Byun laughs.

“You don’t get to eat her before I do,” Byun laughs, confusing the demon and causing it to falter.

“You’re all talk but no bite,” Byun says, continuing his assault.

Your adrenaline begins to wear out, and you halfheartedly stagger towards the fencing that surrounded the town. You prop yourself against it, trying to watch the battle unfold and push off passing out from the pain.

Unfortunately, you were helpless at the moment without any of your herbs or remedy and had to rely on Byun finishing the demon and getting you both away.

Byun somehow knew where the proper inn was, and the keeper was quick to give you the room you had previously reserved as well as first aid equipment.

“Help me- help me take this off,” you ask once he gently wakes you, needing to take off your outer layers for both comfort and to make it easier to check your arm.

Byun gently unties your hanbok and lays it on the bed next to you, helping you roll up your sleeve.

You let out a relieved sigh at the sight, glad no bones punctured through. You gently feel the area to see if the bones shattered, but it seemed as if it was a clean break. You begin to splint your arm, Byun helping to wrap the sterile bandages so they would be firm. He ties you a sling which you gratefully wear before turning to him.

“Take it off,” you say, gesturing to his bloody shirt.

“It’s not mine-” Byun begins to claim.

“Byun, I know it's not. You killed the demon and I’m not bleeding.”

“I’ll do it if you call me by my name,” he childishly decides.

“Baekhyun, I need you to take off your shirt,” you say softly, your cheeks burning at your words.

He does as you ask, revealing some bruising and a nasty slash across his chest. You sigh at the wound and begin to clean it, feeling your cheeks flushing at how intimate it felt all of a sudden. It was as if you’d never done it for anyone before. You then mix the ointment, Byun helping you by holding the bowl. You use your fingers to apply it, noticing how he was intently watching you. You place a fresh piece of gauze over it before managing to wrap up his injury.

“There. In a few days you’ll be as good as new,” you assure him. “Get some rest now, okay?” You suggest, getting out a futon to sleep on.

“No, you take the bed,” he scolds, shaking his head no as he takes the futon from you.

“But you’re- you’re injured! Byun, let me!” you disagree, letting go of the futon so he could lay it out.

He tsks at you, laying down on the futon. “I told you to call me by my name. Besides, you are also injured. A futon is a luxury for me, so you get the bed,” he asserts with a shake of his head.

You can’t help but groan and roll your eyes, going to bed regardless.

“Sleep well~” Baekhyun says as you get into bed, blowing out the candles.

When you wake up in the morning, Baekhyun is still asleep. As you sit up, a groan of pain escapes you. You adjust your sling and observe his sleeping form. He was breathtaking.

You sigh and carefully get up, picking up your clothes. You take off the sling and carefully dress, wincing as you move your injured arm. You can’t figure out how to quickly tie the knot in your hanbok one-handed, so you carefully step around Baekhyun and peer into the hallway, wondering if there was a woman who could help you.

“Let me,” you hear Baekhyun get up, gently touching your shoulder and turning you.

You let him and he carefully ties it, his hands shaking slightly. You tell yourself it is so he doesn’t touch your chest, but you’re not so sure.

Once you wash your face, you leave the inn. Outside is busy with people bustling up and down, a few stalls up here and there. Your crow finds you and joins your shoulder as you go to the bakery you frequent, guiding Baekhyun inside to get food as your crow lands on the sign to wait.

You eat outside to people watch, breaking off a piece for your crow before taking Baekhyun’s hand once you’re done, as you notice some men staring at you. “Let’s go to the apothecary now,” you murmur, leading the way.

Baekhyun grips your hand firmly but gently, staying by your side with his free hand on the hilt of his sword.

“I’ll be going to a different store, so take your time in here, okay?” he states as you arrive.

You nod and head inside, getting the seeds and filling your stock, buying more difficult-to-grow ingredients. You exchange them for some dried herbs and pay the difference before exiting, wondering where Baekhyun went.

You find him holding a fairly large box with a foolish grin on his face.

“What did you acquire?” you ask, unable to contain your curiosity.

“It’s a surprise,” Baekhyun says in a sing-song teasing voice.

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A few months after you healed, you were at the Master’s mansion in a side room by the garden, getting ready with his daughters. One was attentively doing your hair while the other focuses on your makeup.

“Don’t be nervous, okay Y/N? He’s always loved you,” one of them says.

“Yes, ever since we saw him after meeting you for the first time,” the other agrees.

“He has always been learning about Marechi too.”

You smack the lipstick on your lips, holding your hands as you feel them begin to shake.

“It’s time,” you hear someone say, and you carefully get up.

You follow the twins out, gently stepping into your shoes and going into the garden, allowing the ceremony to start.

The entire process was a blur, and you begin to drink wine and soju to calm your nerves. Eventually, someone takes you away to wash up, helping you sober up as well.

“Y/N, let me know if he isn’t gentle with you and I will gladly scold him for you, okay?” Seulgi tells you as she helps you into your nightgown. “I don’t mind putting him in his place.”

You can’t help but giggle, your face still flushed as she urges you to drink more cool water. “I’m sure I will be fine. I won’t let him get away with anything too crazy on our first night,” you giggle.

She giggles with you, having you sit on the bed. “I’m sure he will be here soon, okay?” Seulgi says before making her exit.

You hear her greet him in the hallway, and moments later a grinning Baekhyun enters the room. He eagerly joins you on the bed, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so happy you said yes!” Baekhyun admits, kissing your head. “I was afraid you’d reject me again like when we were younger…”

“Okay, but I was ten or something at the time,” you grumble. “I still thought boys had cooties.”

“Fair,” he laughs, pulling away to look at you. “Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“I’m fine, Baekyun,” you assure him, playfully pushing him away from you. “Besides, you’re the one who said you needed to eat me first.”

“Did I?”

You nod sincerely.

“I suppose I did,” he laughs, leaning down and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “You look beautiful in the hanbok,” Baekhyun says, pulling at the tie.

“You’re the one who was given the silk,” you respond against his lips, shrugging out of the outer layer. “And you always look good in your uniform.”

You were surprised it was what he choose to get married wearing, but it was a new one and was clean so you couldn’t complain.

“I should wear it more often,” he jokes, continuing to strip you of your clothes.

“Very funny,” you respond, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like you wear it every day or something,” you laugh, shaking your head as you pull at his clothes.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Baekhyun hums against your lips.

You giggle against his lips, letting your outer layers fall to the ground. “You just said I look beautiful in a hanbok, now this?” You can’t help but tease him. “To be fair, you always look handsome,” you sigh, watching him take off his shirt.

“Just admit how smitten for me you are, why don’t you?” he teases, undressing to his underwear and helping you do the same.

“I can’t, then you’d win,” you giggle as you climb into his lap. “Tsk, I’ve already won,” he disagrees, his hands gentle on your waist.

“I suppose you have,” you admit defeat, letting your lips meet. “But I’ve won too,” you murmur against them, slowly making out.

Baekhyun laughs against your lips, letting you continue to lead the pace. He was clearly in no rush. As you softly whine against his lips, rutting your hips into his, he bites your lip. The gasp that escapes you allows him to let his tongue into your mouth. Baekhyun slowly begins to assert dominance, and you don’t want to fight it much.

“I love you,” he murmurs when he pulls away, his lips finding your neck. Baekhyun pulls away to finish undressing you, guiding you to lie down before him.

You let him lay you down, spreading your legs as his waist fits between them.

“Baekhyun,” you softly call him out of his trance; he was enchanted by your body before him.

He gives you a loving smile before kissing your lips, slowly letting making his way down your body. Baekhyun’s lips find one of your nipples and he lets his teeth graze the soft bud, his tongue flicking on it as it hardens. He smiles against your skin as soft noises of pleasure escape you, and he takes his time and does the same to your other nipple.

You reach for him, not knowing what to do with your hands. As he pulls away, he takes one of your hands in his, smiling down at you.

“I told you I was going to eat you, did I not?” he says, his tone somewhere between playful and serious.

You nod a little as he continues to kiss down your stomach, stopping at your pubic bone.

“Is it okay if I do?” he asks, wanting you to decide.

“Please,” you murmur with an eager nod.

Baekhyun adjusts himself and spreads your legs, getting you both comfortable. His warm breath on your folds makes you want to close your legs, but you keep them open.

“I’ve not even done anything and your thighs are trembling,” he gently teases, kissing your inner thighs and soothing them with his hands.

“Don’t tease,” you grumble.

“I’m not trying to,” Baekhyun laughs, using his thumbs to open your folds and pull up your clitoris hood to place a kiss on your clit.

You gasp at the feeling, moaning when you feel his tongue dive into your wetness and spread it across your folds. He takes your hand in his again before he continues to suck and lick on your folds, causing you to grind against his face. Baekhyun’s tongue enters your hole now and then, letting you get used to the feeling.

“I’m going to put my finger in you, okay love?” he asks, gathering your juices on his fingers.

You nod eagerly and hear him chuckle.

“Your words, love,” he prompts you.

“Please Baekhyun,” you manage to say.

“Good girl,” Baekhyun praises, sucking on your clit as he inserts a finger.

You whine out his name in pleasure, gasping as his finger finds a sensitive spot inside you.

“Right there?” he asks, grinning slightly.

“Ye-yeah,” you moan.

Baekhyun hums against your folds speeding up ever so slightly as he sucks on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nerves.

“B-B-Baekhyun,” you moan as he adds another finger, feeling like you were going to release.

“Go on and cum for me, be a good girl for me, yeah?” he gently urges you.

He adores the noises escaping you, and his gentle reassurance and urging allow you to completely fall over the edge. Your thighs attempt to close around his head, but he keeps them open with his shoulders in the way.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re doing so good, so good for me,” he soothes you as he helps you through your orgasm, watching you calm down.

“Do you feel okay?” Baekhyun asks, squeezing your hand and leaning up to get a better view of your face.

“Mhm,” you murmur, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

“Words, love,” Baekhyun urges you.

“Yeah. feel so good,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Good,” he happily hums, kissing your temple. “Do you want to keep going?” Baekhyun asks. His eyes were wide and earnest, and you knew he wanted to keep going but would stop if you didn’t want to. He wouldn’t even need a reason why.

“I want to, yes,” you assure him, sitting up and kissing him once you can reach him. You don’t mind the taste of your juices on his lips as you kiss him, too full of love. Plus you didn’t taste too bad, you decide.

He smiles and rolls you into his lap, and you let him work you back up again. Before you’re out of oxygen you pull away, pulling off his remaining clothes and exposing his cock. You can’t help but whimper at the sight of it like one of the cats you’ve heard outside your house in heat.

A soft chuckle escapes Baekhyun at your eagerness, and he guides one of your shaking hands to touch him, smearing your precum with some of the lingering juices on his hand. He was already firm, but Baekhyun wants you to touch him first to get used to seeing his dick.

You let him guide you, enjoying the noises that escape his lips. No one ever saw Hashira vulnerable, and it gave you a strange sense of power to see him this way.

“You’re doing so good,” he softly praises, soon stopping your movements. “I want to be inside you. Is that okay?”

“Yes please,” you murmur, pulling away a little to lay down.

Baekhyun places a hand behind your neck and helps you lay down, a soft smile on his face.

“Let me know if it hurts, okay?” he asks, cupping your cheek as he lines himself up to your entrance. “I’ll stop any time you want me to.”

You nod more, holding onto his bicep as he slowly enters you. Because of how aroused you are, it isn’t painful at all despite the stretch.

The sinful noise that escapes him is music to your ears, and you can’t help but respond to the melody.

“Baekhyun, please,” you softly beg, unsure what for.

“I’ve got you,” he chuckles softly, soon fully inside of you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Baekhyun reassures you, beginning to roll his hips and thrust into you.

You gasp out a moan as he begins to move, your muscles clenching and relaxing repeatedly as he moves. You watch as Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrow in concentration as he changes the angle of his thrust, searching for the spot he found earlier.

He leans his weight onto his forearm, his hand cupping your cheek as he uses the other to raise your leg.

“Kyun!” You loudly cry as he immediately hits your g spot.

“There it is,” he softly laughs, kissing your forehead as he continues to thrust into you.

You squeeze his bicep and reach down between your bodies, your fingers clumsily rubbing your clit.

“That’s it, good girl,” Baekhyun praises, watching intently as your face contorts in pleasure.

“‘M close,” you manage to moan out.

Baekhyun nods and picks up his pace, and you soon find yourself unable to hold back anymore.

“Baekhyun!” you cry out as you tightly clench around him and peak.

He watches you intently, trying to hold off his impending orgasm. When Baekhyun feels your juices practically gushing out of you, he falls over the edge. Spurts of his cum release inside of you, causing you to whine as he continues to thrust a few more times.

“You did so well for me, Y/N,” he assures you, kissing your lips and slowly pulling out of you.

You nod, feeling exhausted.

“I’ll clean you up, I’ll be right back, okay?” Baekhyun says, kissing your temple before slowly getting up.

You begin to drift off to sleep, only to wake up when you hear his soft giggles.

“Baby, did I wear you out that much?” Baekhyun asks, using a wet cloth to clean you off.

“Not everyone has the stamina of a Hashira, sorry to inform you,” you snort, sitting up and watching him.

Baekhyun had put on boxers already and was taking out his shirt for you to wear.

“That’s fair. Let’s cuddle and sleep, okay?” he suggests, sitting you up and putting your arms through the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yes please,” you tiredly murmur, laying back down.

Baekhyun lays behind you and you snuggle into him. You cant see his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist, but the happy noises that escape him make you guess that he looks like a fool from his smile.

“I love you, Baekhyun,” you tell him, closing your eyes.

“I love you too,” he hums in response.

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