#because even as a weak vampire‚ he could still throw them punches

[respectthepetty]

Maybe it's because I love colors, but I love how colorful these subtitles in 1,000 Years Old are because, apparently, in Thai, Somchai was saying Pun was getting so upset that he was turning red, but the subtitles picked this phrase:

I like how the entire scene plays into what Somchai is actually saying - Pun IS a vampire, and if Yoh isn't careful, Pun will be out for blood. Somchai proved that Pun can't control himself, and once he starts, he can't stop.

And all while the boys were in their pink and purple (💕love💕). I noticed that supporting image for your argument, @avorbl

Damn, Somchai and subtitles, you're out for blood.

[hiemaldesirae]

[sees radiostatic vampire! AU] arrax, my darling, my dearest...marry me lol

ANYHOW i would kill for poor vox finding himself trapped in a Renfield-esque situation with a powerful vampire because he’s just Too Fucking Pretty — lmfao, he Would. getting sick imagining demon! Al seeing what happened to his bestie/future wife and going ballistic, spending literal centuries trying to find a way to free vox’s soul from his sire with (I can imagine) the very limited contact he can make as a demon in the human world, committing All of the atrocities and playing his cards right with the upper echelon in the hopes that he can somehow gain a corporeal form again; meanwhile, poor vox is wallowing so deeply in his religious guilt and missing his friend and What Has My Life Become that he writes off all of Al’s attempts to communicate with him from the afterlife as hallucinations/fever dreams from one too many nights at the bar. He *is* confused as to why he’s imagining his dead best friend with deer antlers and an ATROCIOUS haircut, like What was in that scotch, but those moments are the few and far between in his monotonous and miserably prolonged existence that he milks it for all he can (aka Alastor definitely stuck around into the late hours of the evening possessing any radio/mirror/hapless human bartender in vox’s vicinity so that he could listen to his love rant about his boss while shit-faced, whispering softly as to guide Vox to good potential targets)

Thing is, though: I can see Wannabe Dracula noticing Al’s presence — maybe because something something freaky demon magic stuff, maybe because he notices that hopeful sparkle and pure adoration in those lovely eyes once more — and oh, he is pissed; you see, he’s been dangling the promise of somehow allowing his familiar the chance to see his beloved once more as long as he swears his eternal servitude and devotion to him for decades now (he’s lying through his teeth and vox knows it deep down, but can’t bring himself to admit it) and that smiling fuckface is trying to intrude on HIS plans, take away HIS precious pet? so, he starts to tighten his control on Vox: running him ragged to lure and fetch him his meals, never letting him get proper rest and nutrients, and only worsening the issues by draining him of his blood until he’s tethering on the brink of death — it’s gotten so bad to the point where the very few (secret) human friends Vox has managed to make in his increasingly rare moments of freedom assume he’s an anaemic trapped in an abusive relationship and try their damnedest to get him help. The thing is: Vox can’t even bring himself to fully hate his sire or his possessive actions because if he closes his eyes and let’s his mind wander, he can pretend those cold lips against his neck as Alastor’s, that all of this is *worth it* for Alastor, and by God, does he hate himself for it...

So when that one fateful night happens, when he feels those warm arms again around his waist, protecting him from the midnight chill, and that wonderful, mellifluous voice crooning in his ear, Vox can’t help himself. Once the shock settles, he weeps and throws weak punches at the smiling face he’s been dreaming about seeing again for so, so long. Alastor sees his beloved, weak, disheveled and pale, those lovely eyes bruised and hideous bitemarks blemishing fair skin that vox has been feebly trying to hide with turtlenecks, and he sees red. Oh, how he wishes so badly to tear that wretched vampire limb from limb with his bare hands and present Vox the still-beating heart to consume on a silver platter — but he’s forced to push those lovely thoughts to the back of his mind, for another day, as, with Vox’s “schedule” and Alastor only having limited use of his physical form for now, the two of them are living on borrowed time. So he settles for pulling Vox in close once his love has had his fill of sobbing/cursing him out, gently brushing his dark curls from his eyes as he kisses the tears away, relishing in the bitter taste.

Vox lets himself be guided away to safety in the shadows of a dark alleyway — ironically, much in the same way he would lure his own prey — as Alastor trails hungry, possessive kisses down his throat, roughly pinning his wrists against the wall and tracing the letters of his name along any blue vein he comes across, slicing his own wrist to feed the poor thing before *properly* for the first time in months. His master’s furious demands reduced to nothing more than an annoying insect’s buzz in his ears, Vox throws his head back and allows himself to truly enjoy the moment as Alastor growls into the crook of his neck, sharp teeth grazing sweet skin but not biting, not *yet*.

“He wants you, the pathetic fool, he *craves* you, but he’ll NEVER have you — not when *I* saw you first, my dear...”

hey mk wanna know a fun fact. about an hour or so after you sent this in yesterday i got a followup ask from arrax about the vampire radiostatic au. geniuses truly do think alike huh love that for you guys! let me officiate the (un)holy union :thumbsup:

ANYWAY..... your mind is truly so very powerful. the idea of al trying to reach vox in any way he can, travelling through radio frequencies or hacking into on-earth radio broadcasts / possessing people around vox to talk to him so that he can reassure him and make sure hes doing alright ...... URHGH they make me SICK . al fucking HATES seeing vox broken down and chained to a master who treats him in such a way and if he had more power he'd no doubt kill vox's vampire sire, but as it is the amount of power lucifer granted to him simply wasnt enough to even assume a fully corporeal form, much less take on an ancient vampiric lord

and the scene in the alleyway URGHDHD... i absolutely cannot with them they are SO disgustingly in love. in this scenario i feel like alastor would probably end up striking a deal with charlie to help her with her hotel, so long as she helps convince her father to help out vox. does it work? probably, actually. when he finally amasses enough power to tear the old bastard apart, though, the first thing he does is give part of that demonic energy to vox and guide him to kill his sire himself

[missywritesfor7]

🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 11: Hide and Weep ||

Jungkook slowly steps through the halls of the palace until he reaches the sparring room. It’s late so there’s no one there at the moment. He walks over to the punching bag and stares at it a few seconds.

He’s been in fights before. He’s killed and watched others be killed plenty of times. So why is this one bothering him so much?

He hits the bag with a weak punch. Then another. The third punch he puts more power into it. Suddenly he’s filled with a burning vigor and unleashes an endless barrage of punches into the bag. Each punch is stronger than the last and brings out more and more anger and frustration.

How were they able to find Luna? *punch* How did they get there in the first place if not through an official portal? *punch* Why was he not quick enough to kill them both before they were able to kill Luna’s parents? *punch punch* How is he the greatest marksman but was too slow to take them down before they caused further damage? *punch punch kick* How can he protect the prince and the entire kingdom when he couldn’t even save Luna’s parents from two low level goons?

“Fuck!” He shouts hitting the bag with so much force that it goes flying wildly into the wall behind it.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask you how things went,” says Hoseok who entered the room without Jungkook noticing.

Jungkook huffs angrily then walks over to the couch throwing himself down. Hoseok sits down next to him offering a bottle of blood.

“I fucked up,” Jungkook sighs.

“How did you fuck up?” Hoseok asks.

“Her parents were killed right in front of us by two Saakhan assholes all because I was too fucking slow,” he huffs in frustration.

“Wait what?” Hoseok says in disbelief.

Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh then begins telling Hoseok everything that happened. Hoseok doesn’t even know what to say in the end. He’s trying to make sense of Luna being born after her mother was bitten, and also trying to figure out why Jungkook is blaming himself for everything.

“JK,” Hoseok says softly. “You know her parents’ death wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Hyung my job is to protect the kingdom, how can I do that when I can’t even protect two people from two weak goons?”

“You still got them though. You can’t blame yourself for what they did.”

“She watched her dad get sliced and her mom get skewered! I was RIGHT THERE! None of that should have happened if I’m the so called golden boy master marksman!”

“Jungkook-“

“My father is STILL getting shit from people for what happened to the late king! I wasn’t even born yet but I spent my whole life hearing about how he was too weak to protect the king and how he should be ashamed! He fought an entire army and lost half his fucking leg for this kingdom, but I can’t beat two weaklings!”

“I know you’re frustrated-“

“Yeah I’m frustrated! I’m fucking pissed! And ashamed! And fucking useless!”

Hoseok raises his hand and slaps Jungkook across the face stunning him silent.

“Now that you’re back here in reality,” Hoseok says through his teeth. “You need to get some rest. We can work everything out tomorrow with everyone else. But you can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. Her parents blood is on the hands of SV, not yours. Now get out of here.”

“Hyung-“

“Go.” Hoseok waves his hand signaling Jungkook to leave.

Reluctantly Jungkook follows his hyung’s order and leaves the room. He’s still shocked that Hoseok slapped him like that. He didn’t think he was being that unreasonable. Hoseok just doesn’t understand the pressure of being a shield. Everything that happens is put on their shoulders. No matter what, good or bad, the pressure is on them. He can’t imagine going through the centuries of criticism his dad has been facing. He has to be better, and tonight he feels he fell short.

When he returns to his room Luna is still in the bed asleep. He decides to take his bunny form again and jump back into the bed nuzzling in her neck as he was before. He can tell it brings her comfort, but perhaps it brings him a bit of comfort as well.

Luna wakes up the next morning to find Jungkook still asleep next to her. She can’t deny that running her fingers through his fur made her feel a bit more at ease. She also can’t deny how adorable he looks right now as a sleeping bunny. She decides not to move just to let him sleep and cuddle him just a little longer. He reminds her of her teddy bear she had when she was younger and right now that bit of comfort is all she has.

She’s struggling to come to terms with reality. Everything that happened the night before just feels like a terrible nightmare. However the more she thinks about it, the more the crushing truth kills her. Regardless of them not being her biological parents, they’re the ones that took care of her and raised her from the very start. They’re all she’s ever had and she loves them more than anything in this universe.

Then she’s hit with the flashbacks. The sight of her dad’s body laying in two pieces in a pool of blood. The way her mom struggled to breathe through the blood filling her lungs. These images pierce through Luna’s soul like nothing she’s ever felt before. This amount of pain has her crying tears on Jungkook’s back again.

Though his eyes are still closed, Jungkook is awake and he can feel every tear drop running down his back. He wants to get up, but he’s afraid pulling himself out of this form right now wouldn’t be the best idea. He’s still frustrated with himself, and though she may be cuddling him now, she could see his face and start seeing red. She wouldn’t be crying on his back right now if he had been able to save her parents.

Unfortunately a knock at his door forces him out of bed. He transforms to his normal form, but Hoseok comes walking in before he can reach the door.

“I just came to check on you both,” Hoseok says presenting a small basket of food and drinks and setting it on the table.

“Thanks,” Jungkook says softly.

“How are you feeling, Luna?” He asks walking by Jungkook and sitting next to her on the bed.

“I don’t really know,” Luna rasps.

“Well I’m glad Jungkookie was able to bring you back unharmed.”

Luna silently nods while Jungkook remains standing staring at the floor. He can’t even get himself to look up at her.

“We have a meeting with everyone in the sparring room,” Hoseok says. “But you won’t have to be there. If you just want to stay here and rest.”

“Actually,” Luna says trying to clear her throat from the hours of sobbing. “I want to go. If it’s ok? I just don’t want to be left alone.”

“I understand,” Hoseok says softly. “Jungkook will keep looking after you. I’ll meet you guys there.” He gets up to leave giving Jungkook a reassuring pat on the back on his way out.

Jungkook is still standing there looking at the floor. He isn’t sure what to say to Luna. He wants to apologize again, but he’s not sure she wants to hear that right now.

“I guess we should go then,” he says still avoiding eye contact. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No,” Luna says trying to read his tense face. “I don’t really have an appetite.”

“At least drink some water. Let’s go.”

Luna isn’t sure why he’s avoiding her gaze, but a lot happened last night. She figures he’s tired or trying to process everything like she is. She walks with him to the sparring room where the silence is suffocating. Sadly she isn’t sure what to say to him herself. She’s still dealing with the load of emotions as well.

When they arrive everyone else is there waiting with somber looks on their faces. Hoseok already briefed the guys on what happened before they arrived in an attempt to save Luna from having to replay the night over again.

Jimin offers a spot next to him on the couch where Luna sits. Jungkook opts to remain standing in case he gets the urge to go punching his boxing bag again.

They all begin by discussing what Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon found when they were surveying the alleyway where the unofficial portal led from the SV headquarters. Two guys attempted to use the portal and the three followed them once they realized the portal wasn’t working. The guys mentioned using the portal back to the human world to figure out what’s going on and find the second portal to the headquarters that they were told was somewhere on earth. That portal being Luna. This unofficial portal to the human world is located in an abandoned auto shop not far from the portal to their headquarters. They didn’t go through the portal, but now that they know where it is they can form a defense to go through and check it out.

In the meantime, Jungkook is tasked with continuing to care for and protect Luna. After last night there’s clearly more danger waiting for her back home than any of them thought. Jin apologizes, knowing it’s hard for Luna to not be able to go back home, especially after what she witnessed. He knows she probably has a lot of things that she needs to take care of, but for the sake of her safety going back now would be a death wish.

Not only that, but the issue of the growing portal inside her remains. Since she’s still part human her life is still at risk. Yoongi hypothesizes that drinking blood will still slow the growth, but she’ll only be able to drink a little at a time which may not do her any good long term. They’ll either have to find a round about way to get there without using her so they can shut it down, or she’ll need to convert fully and leave the human world behind.

It’s overwhelming the amount of pressure she’s feeling. She feels like she has no time to think yet she needs to think quickly. They continue talking about the next steps and who’s in charge of what, but Luna’s mind is elsewhere and she can barely hear a thing they’re saying.

She’s stuck in a nightmare trance until Jimin takes her hand and whispers her name. She realizes that they’re done talking and everyone is going their separate ways. Jungkook has decided to stay in the room to practice boxing a bit. Jimin convinces her to take a walk with him, knowing she probably won’t care to just sit and watch Jungkook beat his punching bag into submission.

Jimin guides Luna out to the courtyard where they slowly walk around. She’s in awe at how beautiful the place looks even when shrouded in constant darkness. They get to a bench and take a seat just to pause and enjoy the fresh air.

“I’m really sorry about everything you went through last night,” Jimin says softly. “I know it’s hard right now, but I know how you feel.”

“Do you?” Luna asks, having heard that line many times when people want to try relating to a situation they really know nothing about.

“Did you know my family used to rule this kingdom before the Kim Dynasty took over?” He asks looking straight ahead.

“They did?” She asks surprised. “What happened? Did the Kim family fight your family?”

“No no,” he chuckles. “Nothing like that.” He pauses looking down to the ground. “They all died.”

“What? How? I mean, Jimin I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok,” he says grabbing her hand. “My father was 5th in line, but…my mother wasn’t his wife. I grew up a normal kid with a normal life. My mom always hinted at me possibly being related to someone of royal blood, but it wasn’t until the entire family got sick that she finally confirmed it. The word around the kingdom was that my family’s dna was somehow tainted causing everyone to catch a plague and die.”

“Everyone?”

“I met my dad when he was on his death bed. I had so many questions, so many things I needed to know. He told me he was afraid of losing his status if the rest of the family found out he had a son that was the result of an affair. He told me how sorry he was that I had to grow up not knowing, but he wasn’t able to tell me anything else before he died.”

“Jimin I had no idea, I’m so sorry. Is it too late for you to become the prince or king or something?”

“No, not really. I don’t want that though,” he says looking down.

“Why not?”

“I think I like just being a normal person. Taking over the entire kingdom is a lot of pressure and I wouldn’t have anyone by my side to guide me. I guess it’s better this way.”

“So if there was something in your family’s dna that caused the sickness, why didn’t you get sick?”

“No clue,” he shrugs. “I try not to think too much about it. All I can do is be grateful that I’m still alive and focus on what’s ahead.”

“Right,” Luna says looking off in the distance.

She isn’t sure what’s ahead. Right now all she can see is darkness and pain. The only family she’s known is gone and she’s haunted by the constant threat of being killed at any moment by some portal that is somehow within her. All of this has her feeling numb, but Jimin’s warm comforting hand on hers and his openness in sharing his story makes her feel a little better. She feels like if there’s no one else, there’s at least one person that has even the slightest idea the emotions she’s going through.

They continue talking sharing their feelings of grief and offering each other support. Then Jimin casually mentions how hard Jungkook is taking things. Luna could tell Jungkook has been bothered, but she didn’t realize that he seemed to be taking last night personally. According to Jimin, Jungkook tends to be very hard on himself a lot. He takes his job as shield very seriously and it’s clear.

Luna decides to go back to the sparring room. For whatever reason she feels she should talk to him about last night. It’s painful to no end, but even after talking with Jimin she feels just a smidge lighter. Perhaps it would help Jungkook to talk it out.

When she enters the room Jungkook is alone doing bench presses with his eyes trained on the ceiling. He heard her enter but he doesn’t bother to break his concentration.

Luna stands to the side a moment watching him do rep after rep. He’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt but he has the sleeves rolled up revealing his biceps and the sleeve of tattoos covering his right arm. She feels like she’s in a trance. What did she come in here for? What was she going to say to him? What’s her name again?

It takes a minute, or three, for her to remember how to function and finally step over to him forcing him to acknowledge her. Or so she thought. He remains unchanged. It’s like he’s looking through her.

“Jungkook,” she says softly.

“I’ll take you back to my room in a minute,” he says without emotion.

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

He continues lifting the weights without a word.

“Jungkookie,” she says having discovered his weakness.

He lets out a soft sigh and racks the weights back up. He knows he’s not going to be able to avoid her so he sits up with his head hanging low.

“I just want to thank you,” Luna says nervously. “You saved me last night and I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

He grunts softly while shaking his head. She’s only saying that because she’s trying to make him feel better. Everyone always does it to him all the time.

“I really mean it,” she says standing directly in front of him to get him to look at her at least once. “I’m still trying to process everything, but I know I’m really glad you were there. I owe you my life.”

He remains silent still. Luna is trying to be patient, but she’s starting to get annoyed. The least he can do is acknowledge that she’s expressing her gratitude to him.

“Can you say something instead of sitting there being rude like I’m not here?” She huffs.

“I don’t deserve your thanks so save it.”

“Why do you think you don’t deserve my thanks? You saved my life. You killed the guys who…you killed those guys, and you got me back here safe.”

“I should have been able to save all of you,” he says remorsefully. “I’m sorry I failed at protecting your family.”

“Look, I get that you’re trying to uphold some persona of this strong unbreakable dude that never fails or whatever, but you can’t close yourself off from everyone because you’re feeling bad for yourself.”

“You don’t understand what this means for me as shield, you’re just a human.”

“I’m just-“ Luna pauses to lower her voice, but she only gets louder out of frustration. “I fucking watched my parents DIE in the worst possible ways just after finding out they’re not my biological parents! My entire fucking world is no more! So don’t you fucking tell me what I don’t understand! I don’t even know why I bothered to try making you feel better when I’m the one who’s fucking hurting! When I’m the one who’s literally dying inside! I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do now, but I’d rather go back home and fucking die alone at this point than sit here dealing with some big ego demon bunny toddler having a fucking temper tantrum!”

Her entire body is burning inside and out. Jungkook is still looking at the ground soaking up every word she’s thrown at him. His silence pisses her off more. How dare he sulk in his own bullshit feelings when she needs comfort more than anything right now. Her eyes well with tears that singe her skin as they roll down her cheeks.

“You have nothing to say?!” She shouts through the knot in her throat. “You weak fucking baby!” She yells causing him and the entire weight bench he’s sitting on to fly back 20 feet into the wall.

Whatever her ability is that she still can’t figure out how to control has grown stronger. But she’s not thinking about that right now. She turns on her heels and storms out of the room. She’s been here enough to not need him to escort her to his room. As she’s storming through the halls she runs into Hoseok.

“Hey, where’s Jungkook?” He asks.

“Hopefully fucking dead,” she growls not stopping to allow him to respond.

She gets to Jungkook’s room and shuts the door letting out a pained wail. She throws herself on the bed and begins crying into the pillows. She just wants to go home. She wants things to be the way they used to be.

Hoseok enters the sparring room concerned about Luna’s words. He has no idea what happened but he’s shocked to find Jungkook sitting on the floor surrounded by the mess of workout equipment Luna left around him.

“Are you ok?” Hoseok asks rushing to his side. “What happened in here?”

“She’s mad,” Jungkook mumbles.

“No shit! What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing. She thanked me for saving her. I apologized for not saving her family and that she shouldn’t thank me because I failed.”

“And you don’t see the problem?”

“The problem is we wouldn’t be in this position if I had been quicker to save all of them”

“Don’t make me slap the shit out of you again,” Hoseok threatens. “Do you have any idea how much she’s hurting? Have you even tried to ask her how she’s doing instead of sitting here feeling sorry for yourself? She’s in a strange place and now she has no family, what you feel right now is nothing. I’m surprised she even bothered to try making you feel better when you should be the one doing that for her.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything!” Hoseok says ready to slap him again. “She doesn’t want to hear the woe is me bullshit, she needs a shoulder to lean on. Now go make it right before I throw you across the room myself.”

Jungkook sighs in frustration. He feels like he can’t do anything right at the moment. He knows Hoseok is right, but he can’t talk to Luna now when she’s as mad as she is. He’d never admit it, but her strength has grown and the blast that sent him flying actually hurt a bit. He doesn’t want her to do it again, but he’s left with no choice. Hoseok is even scarier when he’s upset, so Jungkook pulls himself off the floor obeying his hyung once again.

He slowly drags his feet to his room and pauses before opening the door. He doesn’t hear a sound so he assumes she’s either asleep or went somewhere else. When he opens the door he finds her sitting on the bed clutching a pillow sobbing silently. Just as he did to her, she doesn’t bother to acknowledge him when he enters. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head still hanging.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I should have asked you how you were doing instead of getting stuck in my head.”

Luna says nothing. Only sniffling and clutching the pillow tighter.

“I know that I can be really hard on myself and that can get in the way of me thinking straight. I’ve been blaming myself for everything but I should have checked on you first.”

“Then do it,” she huffs through tears.

“Do what?”

“Ask me how I’m doing, you inconsiderate asshole!”

“How…how are you doing?”

“I’m sad, broken, lonely, afraid, confused, and then I have to deal with you so now I’m pissed on top of all of that. That’s how I’m fucking doing.”

“I understand,” he says softly.

“Do you? Do you even know what feelings and emotions are? Do you know how to care about anything other than your stupid job or your stupid oath??”

“Of course I do. That’s why I’m here trying to make sure you’re ok and keep you safe.”

“Bullshit. You only act like you care because you need me to save your precious kingdom. But what about me? Ever since I met you it’s always about the kingdom. You came and turned my entire world upside down but couldn’t give a shit enough to think about what I’m going through.”

“I took care of you when you got sick. I didn’t have to do that.”

“You made ramen then pissed me off on purpose as some shitty little experiment. No, you definitely didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I’m not really good at this.”

“What? Having a heart?”

“Expressing myself. I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. I deserve all of the anger you throw at me. I know you don’t believe anything I say, but I do care. It’s not just about saving the kingdom, it’s about saving you too. You’re just an innocent person in all of this and you don’t deserve to die because of it. It’s not fair to you, that’s why I’m trying my best to figure out how to keep you alive. Last night…last night hurt me in a way I had never been hurt before. Two innocent unsuspecting people lost their lives in the worst way and I had to listen to you, someone I had already started to care for, let out the most excruciating cry. I had never heard someone cry like that before. I had never felt someone’s pain like that in all my centuries of living.”

Luna looks up at him for the first time since he stepped in the room and she can see tears filling his large eyes. For the first time he’s showing emotion. He’s showing vulnerability, and she’s starting to see how much he means his words. She can feel how much he means his words.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I’m rambling and I guess I’m starting to make this about myself again instead of you. I’m so bad at this, I really don’t know how to use my words to comfort anyone.”

“You’re centuries old?” She asks softly.

“Yeah,” he replies confused. Out of everything he just said he can’t believe she’s stuck on his age.

“In all those years you’ve never had to try comforting anyone? Your family or friends?”

“I have, but not with words. I’m just not good at it.”

“Then how do you do it?” She asks sitting up. “If your mom needs comfort how would you do it if you don’t know what to say to her?”

“Well,” he sighs. “I can’t stand to see her, or anyone else, sad or hurting. It makes me sad, but I can’t let anyone see me sad. So I hide.”

“You hide? How does hiding bring comfort?” She asks furrowing her brow.

“It’s…it’s stupid. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Help me understand,” she says softly.

“When I change my form I can’t speak. I don’t have to feel pressured to say anything and no one can see my tears when I cry. I just look like any other bunny. I basically allow myself to be an emotional support animal so I don’t fuck up. It’s easier than trying to find the right words then saying the wrong thing and having you call me an inconsiderate asshole.”

“Then why don’t you do that? I mean honestly I’m less likely to beat the shit out of you when you’re just a little fur ball.”

“You really won’t choke me out when I’m a bunny, LuLuLuna?” He smiles.

“You piece of-“ before she can finish cursing him, he changes into his bunny form and crawls into her lap. “It’s LUNA you demon spawn!”

She looks down at his soft features and sighs. He got her this time but she won’t say that out loud.

“I fucking hate you,” she says.

He nuzzles himself closer to her and looks up with his glossy eyes. She gives in and runs her fingers through his fur. She can’t deny that it really is soothing.

However, she notices one thing. He said no one can see his tears when he’s like this. But she can. She can see the way his eyes are filled with tears, though they don’t fall. Perhaps he thinks that no one knows he’s crying because the tears don’t fall in this form. But they’re there and Luna can see it. She lays back down and holds him close.

“Thanks,” she whispers.

[thesixthplaneteer]

woe, questions you about nyth!!: 💥, 💢, 💤, 🌙, 📣, 📸, 🌠, ☄️, 🍃

OH my gosh! thanks for asking! sorry taking so long to respond 💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with? - Anger and Sorrow. He doesn't really process grief well and it would just turn into anger. He's hot blooded and more than willing to throw the first punch so it's certainly troublesome. 💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? - He has a PhD, you will be made aware of this fact and you will be corrected in things you are wrong about. Also touching. He wouldn't just touch a stranger but for someone getting close enough to need to get used to him there would be touching. Like fixing something on their attire unprompted. 💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep? - As a mortal, he does not. He very much has to be up and doing something or he feels like he letting someone down or being lazy. The thing that would help him sleep is being with someone. He could let himself relax of someone was laying next to him or if he was holding them. As a vampire I really ran with the life-like merit, canonically his body slowly shuts down and he basically experiences death as he falls into torpor, it sucks so in a way sleeping even as a vampire is difficult for him. 🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it? -To find love, respect, and acceptance. He is willing to anything to get it and once he has it would rather burn the world to ash than let it go. 📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim? - He can be very loud when he needs to be or even accidently if he is excitedly talking about something. He is definitely the person you can somehow hear clearly despite being on the other side of a busy restaurant. - He has a faint up-state New York accent. Living in Mexico for years and doing speech therapy he has lost a lot of his accent but when he gets mad or excited it comes out. 📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of? - He likes being the center of attention so of course he likes to have his picture taken. His go to pose would be whatever is least convenient at the moment and if he can get his ass in the shot he will. He wouldn't really think to take pictures unless he has a camera in his hand but all the pictures would be either of his bestie Noa (if she is okay with it), of flowers, or pictures take more for research purposes. 🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make? - He would probably wish for a guaranteed eternity with Noa. They've gone through so much together and have grown together in a way he really couldn't fathom an existence without her and the possibility of it happening is a dread that hangs on him. ☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right? - They would probably assume that he is weak or not willing to get his hands dirty. They are most definitly wrong. All because he does his nails doesn't mean he wont chip them to get something done. 🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity? -YES! As a mortal his favorite outdoor activities were looking for a plant hasn't seen before, gardening, and sabotaging logging/construction equipment. As a vampire he still enjoys gardening and the occasional destruction of property but the great outdoors have become too hostile for him to enjoy and it's one of the few things that he truly misses about being mortal.

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable. ( Jungkook x Oc) Chapter 3

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five.  Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Chapter 1   Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

“So, you guys looked pretty cozy in the garden.” Somi pursed her lips, disapproval evident on her sharp features as she watched me hop around, trying to pull the pantyhose up over the fleshiest part of my thigh. It was just a little past six thirty  and I already wanted the night to end. 

“He was telling me how he wanted me to have babies so his son could play with them.” I snapped. 

Somi blinked. 

“And uh..is he providing the baby batter?” She said drily and I laughed.

“I think..... he’s attracted to me.” I said dreamily, remembering the way he’d definitely gotten hard at breakfast this morning. 

“I mean, he’s a straight guy with eyes? Not surprising....” My sister grinned. 

“No, I mean... like actually physically attracted. I felt it too. it made me want to do something unholy with him.” I muttered, eyes misting over at the idea of being spread out on his bed. Satin sheets underneath my body, the weight of his body on mine. 

“He’s a vampire. Pretty sure anything you do with him is unholy.” She winked. I sighed, running a hand over my face. 

“Are you sure this is the way to go? “ I glanced at the robin blue off shoulder gown. I was wary of drawing attention to my neck, especially with a Kim. 

“It’s beautiful. Besides, it is your color. I want to see the look on Jungkook’s face when he sees you. Want to see him regret all his life choices.”

“i thought you didn’t approve of him.” i said amused. 

“I didn’t at first. But then you told me he rejected you and well, no one does that to my baby sister,” She glared and I hugged her close, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

I hesitated.

“Would it be too terrible if I tried to seduce him?” I bit my lips.

Somi’s eyes widened. 

“Sera...”

“Just hear me out.” I said urgently. 

She sighed. 

“Somi, I’ve never been with a man. I just... I can’t get married as a virgin ..I absolutely refuse to. And I sure as hell don’t want to give it up to one of these pompous little brats who act like utter douchebags.  So what am I supposed to do? Now, Jungkook ..” I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my pulse which raced every time I thought about him,. “ ...he’s...he’s so gentle. And nice and I just... I think he’ll make it good for me.”

I felt my face flame, half certain there was steam coming out of my ears. 

Somi looked slightly slack jawed. 

“Oh..um.. okay.” She laughed nervously. “ And how are you goig to get him to agree to this?” 

“Beg? ....  I don’t know...” I groaned. “ What do you think?”

Somi hesitated. 

“I think, for now you should concentrate on showing him that you’re not a child. So , do well tonight. At the dinner. Be polite courteous ... make good conversation... he’s going to be nearby right? Let him see you as an equal... I think he needs to trust that you guys are on equal footing before he will consider anything more ....”

I stared at her, my mind racing.

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” I kissed her again.  “i love you. Now get my make up on.”  I said excitedly. 

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For all that I wanted Jungkook to be slack jawed when he saw me, it was my own jaw that came unhinged when I opened the door to the hallway at exactly 7.00 PM

I stared, my eyes literally popping out of their sockets when i took in the absolute fucking  vision  he looked like. 

Tight, fitted leather pants that molded to his legs , putting those deliciously muscled thighs on display, so tight on his crotch that my mouth watered . A dark belt, cinched tight around his ridiculously slim waist and he’d paired it with a  blue silk shirt , that flowed around his torso like water. A thin black and blue striped tie hung around his neck, knotted loose and the end brushing past his waistline and a small silver earring dangled from his earlobes, catching the light of the lamp in the hallway. 

My throat went dry as I stared at him. 

And then i squinted. 

Oh God, was that a   nipple?

Nope. Not doing this today . 

 “Please excuse me!” I said hoarsely, voice cracking and face flushing red as I turned right back around , wrenched the huge oak door open and all but flew into the safety of my room before  slamming the door shut in his face. 

I sank to the floor in a heap, pressing a palm to my heart, trying to calm my pulse which had shot up so much. Somi stared at me from where she was putting away her cosmetics, eyebrows raised in surprise,. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked worried. 

“I think I just came untouched.” I whispered, staring at her with wide eyes.

Her eyes widened and her lips twisted in disgust.

“Oh my god, you horny little pervert!!! Get up from the floor, you’re wrinkling the dress!!”

I breathed rapidly, trying to get my brain to function but the sight of Jeon Jungkook’s nipples covered only by a thin silk shirt was burned into my mind. 

i had never wanted to lick something so bad. 

The knock on the door made me jump.

“Sera? Are you alright?” Jungkook’s voice called from the corridor and I whimpered. 

“I can’t do this... Please... i can’t.... don’t make me..” I begged. 

My sister gave me a glare and stalked over grabbing my arm and dragging me up with ease. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not like you’ve never seen Jungkook before, how hot could-” She pulled the door open and froze in place, her eyes going wide as saucers, lips parting in surprise as she stared at Jungkook.

“ Fuck me ..” She whispered softly, clearly having lost all her senses at the sight of him. I elbowed her hard, trying not to burst into tears.  .

Jungkook frowned.

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing!! Nothing...she’s just excited that I’m finally dating again!!” I laughed cheerfully. 

Jungkook glanced between the pair of us, a small frown on his face but he didn’t question me further.

“Should we go?” He prompted and I smiled, wide. 

 Just don’t look at him. Don’t look at him and you’ll be fine.

I kept my gaze straight ahead as we walked down the corridor. 

“You look nice.” He commented casually and I swallowed.

“You look.....” decadent...like the kind of dessert I’d be tasting for hours... please let me lick your nipples...”.different.” I squeezed my eyes, willing myself to calm down but it was impossible. I swelled and ached in all the wrong places and my thighs trembled with the effort not to rub them together. My insides clenched, arousal dampening the bikini briefs I had on and i had to bite my lips to resist the urge to climb him like a tree and grind down on his thighs till I came. 

 fuck. 

“ Your father mentioned that it would be better if i blended in with the other patrons. He thinks it would make your date more comfortable if I didn’t hover around in black like a ghoul. “ He laughed. 

“ Ahahahahah....” i laughed shrilly, barely listening to a word he said because I was having a mental breakdown. 

I glanced to the front of his chest again, a quick sharp glance and yup.....those were certainly a pair of nipples, the nub hard and obvious through the silk of his shirt. 

Jungkook left to get the car and i stood at the entrance to the mansion, shivering lightly. The small fur throw i had on my shoulder was more for decoration than to keep warm and the night was chilly. 

By the time Jungkook brought the black Bugatti around, I was shaking. 

“Ooh... That’s a fancy car.” I commented , heart racing with how handsome he looked, gripping the steering wheel and he smiled. 

“It’s Namjoon’s . I thought you’d like to arrive in style today.” He grinned. 

I climbed in quickly, eager to get out of the biting wind. The interior was warm and cozy and i moaned, relaxing into the seats. 

“You look really good.” He said again, gaze flitting over me with a little more intent and I blushed. 

“You mentioned.” I whispered. 

“I see you in those godawful t shirts and stained jeans all the time and you’re usually just cleaning  spill ups or washing baby bottles  at the daycare so i keep forgetting .” He shook his head, thoughtfully, fixing the mirrors and glancing back. 

“Forgetting what?” i asked confused. 

“That you are literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

He said it casually, no fervent ardor behind his words . 

Just a matter of fact observation and somehow, the words felt like liquid heat being poured into me. 

it stuck me then, that I would give my entire life and soul to be on this date with Jungkook. To have dinner with him, to listen to him talk about himself. To tell him everything about myself. To just sit there, staring into his gorgeous face. Hold his hands over the dinner table and gaze into his eyes. 

 I’m so in love with you. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I said softly. 

“Yeah? I clean up good, don’t I?” He tilted his head, hair falling into his eye as he winked at me , a small smirk on his cherry red lips. 

I glanced away quickly, because staring at Jungkook was like staring into the fucking sun. 

staring at him made my eyes hurt. 

And it also broke my heart. 

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“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sera....” Mingyu had a very familiar look on his face. A hungry, lustful , disbelieving look that I was altogether familiar with. 

I managed a weak smile in return, letting him hug me , wincing when he buried his nose into my neck, breathing in my scent like he was starving. And the honest truth was, I didn’t even blame him . Control came with age and Mingyu was way too young to have full control over his instincts. And I knew exactly what my scent did to a vampire’s instincts. 

But still, the grip on my waist was bruising and I was having a hard time breathing. I tried to push him away , a bit but Mingyu merely moaned, nosing in deeper.

“You smell amazing.” He sounded punch drunk . 

Over his shoulders, I caught Jungkook’s gaze as he sat at the table next to us. He was frowning deeply. 

“You okay?” He mouthed and I nodded.  it was way too early to pull the plug on this. We hadn’t even sat down for dinner yet. 

I grabbed the arm around me hard and dug my nails into the skin. That made him recoil, pulling away with a wide eyed look of horror on his face. 

“Oh.,..Oh God... I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean too... I’m so sorry...” he apologized over and over again but I could see the way his eyes flashed red, every few seconds. His hands trembled and shook like he couldn’t wait to get them on me again and my skin crawled at the very prospect of it. 

The guy had zero control. He couldn’t keep his shit together for a dinner date in public. 

My mind flashed to Jungkook, how he’d barely batted an eyelash even while he was  literally  drinking from me and by contrast Mingyu looked like a snot faced, sniveling brat , desperate to have something he wasn’t entitled too. 

I sighed in defeat, tamping down the urge to cry. 

I hated this. Hated men like Mingyu who couldn’t see past what I was. Who couldn’t think past the idea that they would finally be able to drink from me, if they got me on a date. 

“It’s alright. Should we order?” I said softly, my voice shaking just a little. i jumped when water spilled over my hands, Mingyu having knocked his glass over while reaching for the menu. 

“Oh..Oh no.. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry...” He stood up, trying to grab the glass but the water had already spilled across the table dripping over the edge to my dress.

My brand new, Dior dress. 

I turned, letting my  horrified, miserable eyes flit  to Jungkook.

I blinked, shocked at what I was seeing. 

Jungkook was laughing, hard. 

I fought the urge to grin myself as he grinned, shaking his head in disbelief, fingers pressed against his lips in sheer disbelief. 

Well, I suppose it was a little funny. 

Mingyu was on his feet, bowing over an over again muttering about how beautiful I was and how sorry he was and I decided to put him out of his misery. 

Standing up, I bowed politely and stepped away. 

“Mingyu ssi.... I think we should postpone this to another day.” I said gently.

He glanced at me, his eyes flashing red again and gaze dropping to my neck. Oh, for god’s sake. 

“Can I have a taste though?” He said hopefully, holding a hand out to touch me and I flinched when his fingers closed on my wrist. .He yanked hard and I shrieked when his fangs came out, ready to sink into my skin.  

Jungkook materialized between us like he’d been conjured out of thin air. He grabbed Mingyu’s wrist, squeezing till the younger boy howled in pain and yanked him back so hard I heard something pop in his shoulder. . 

“Hands to yourself, Young Mr. Kim. I believe the lady said she would like to call it a night.” Jungkook growled into his face and Mingyu flushed. 

“Yes..Yes of course.. As you wish, Ms. Hwang. Can I have your number? “ He whispered and oh god, this was just so excruciatingly embarrassing for everyone right now.. 

Jungkook stared down at him like he was an insect he’d accidently stepped on. 

“You have to the count of five to get the fuck out of here kid.” He said drily. 

Mingyu flushed even redder, bowing to me once more before grabbing his jacket and scarpering away. 

I stared after him, completely stunned. 

“Can you believe he’s going to be a lawyer?” I whispered. 

Jungkook’s eyes met mine. 

We both started laughing at the same time.

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“This can’t be real. I refuse to believe, that what I witnessed was real.” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief as we waited for the valet to bring the car around.

I chuckled.

“You know what's actually unbelievable?  But true?” I said softly. 

Jungkook stared at me, eyebrows raised. 

“That is actually,  not ��the worst first date I’ve had.” I admitted , grimacing. 

“Oh good god. “ He flinched. 

The valet arrived and I watched Jungkook head over to the driver side, before climbing in myself. I scrubbed the water stains on my dress after putting on the seat belt. Jungkook reached over, fixing something on my side of the dashboard and I held my breath as his shoulders brushed my breasts, the scent of his cologne filling my brain and turning it to mush. 

“so, what happened?” He asked settling back and I blinked. 

“huh?”

“Worst first date?” He prompted , pulling the car out into the driveway. 

“Oh... oh yeah. Freshman year of college. Agreed to date one guy...turned up at a hotel, he had three of his friends over.” I swallowed. “ They nearly killed me.”  

The car nearly veered off the pathway, Jungkook having gripped the steering wheel too hard and jolted it to the side.  

“Sera-  what? The sheer horror in his voice was palpable. 

“ They wanted a taste and I was an idiot back then I said okay just a taste for each of you...they were young...couldn’t control themselves .... so they just get drinking and well, I can usually let someone drink from me for a long time because my blood it sort of regenerates fast enough but...three people at the same time... I almost got exsanguinated.” 

“Jesus fuck.! tell me those bastards are dead...” He snarled. 

“My dad got them de-fanged.” I whispered. Jungkook flinched away as well. Being de-fanged was pretty much a death sentence because you couldn’t feed anymore. 

“Serves them right. Three of them...what the fuck.” Jungkook shook his head, jaw clenched. 

i swallowed.

“It’s kind of why I haven’t been with any Vampires. After that my dad got really protective of me and well, he doesn’t like the idea of me meeting  strangers. I was actually pre med back then. I couldn’t handle it. I quit and well, dad hired tutors for me and I got my degree in Childcare. And that’s okay. I love kids..” I laughed.

“You’re amazing with them. I’ve never seen Joowon this happy.” He said gently. 

“Its why I prefer staying with the clan. Only my family gets to feed from me occasionally because I don’t trust strangers to bite me, because they could lose control.”

The moment I said it, I regretted it. Jungkook’s eyes bore into me and i knew exactly what he was thinking. I didn’t trust people. Didn’t let anyone drink from me. 

And yet, I’d let Jungkook drink from me. He wasn’t family. He wasn’t even a friend. 

But he didn’t bring it up. instead he just sighed. 

“It’s not an excuse, you know. “ Jungkook said softly.

“Hmm?”

“Being young, its no excuse.  I’m not a born vampire which makes my instincts more potent and even dangerous but even in the first few months when I was turned... I never attacked anyone. Self control is a choice. That dude you met today... I doubt he gave a shit about you. Bastard just wanted a taste.... Could fucking see it in his eyes.” Jungkook sounded righteously upset on my behalf. 

“Now you know why I’m attracted to you.” I said softly. 

Jungkook froze. 

“Sera, -”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I said quickly, hating myself. 

Jungkook didn’t reply. 

Cursing myself for ruining the mood, I cleared my throat.

“I still don’t have to be home for a couple of hours. We could go somewhere else...” I suggested softly.

Jungkook gave me a small smile.

“I’m your bodyguard, Sera. If you choose to go somewhere , I’m kind of obligated to follow you.” He reminded me. 

I flushed.

“Right.....yeah...yeah. of course.” I stumbled over the words, so reminiscent of Mingyu that I felt a little sick. 

“So where to, Ms. Hwang?” He said casually. 

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“People can’t stop staring at us tonight .” Jungkook grumbled, glaring at a couple who had stopped their bicycles, just to gawk at him.

I laughed, tugging on his sleeve to pull him to a more secluded spot of the river bank, both of us looking distinctly out of place in a crowd of people dressed in comfortable clothes. 

 I hugged myself, watching the waves lap the river bank as I sat on a rickety wooden bench, a few dozen feet away from the water’s edge . The river looked especially picturesque today, reflecting the incandescent lights from Seoul’s skyline. 

“It’s because we’re dressed like we’re presenting at the Oscars.” I grinned at him and Jungkook’s lips quirked in a small smile. He stood by, glancing around at the people watching by, occasionally at the river as well. 

“This is nice. Do you come here often?” He asked , eyes skimming the city’s skyline , as he stuck his hands into his pockets. 

I hummed. 

“Sometimes. With Somi or Jimin. They like those ice lollies you get down the road.”  I smiled. “ I brought the kids here one weekend and they had a lot of fun.” 

Jungkook laughed.

“I bet they did. I should bring Joowon here someday.” He said thoughtfully. 

“ I could pack you guys some lunch.  Make it a picnic. “ I suggested and his gaze shifted to me thoughtful. 

“That won’t be necessary Ms. Hwang. I’m sure one of the cooks will be able to do it.” He said evenly and I tried not to let the words sting. 

“Of course.” I turned back to the river. 

For a few minutes we didn’t say anything. 

“Where were you? Before moving to Seoul?” I asked quietly. 

Jungkook hesitated before moving around to settle next to me on the bench. 

“Busan.” He said , staring out into the distance. “ I worked for a warlock there . For five decades nearly. His daughter was part vampire , part witch and well... I was lonely. “ His face showed a whole lot of regret, “ She had Joowon five years ago and tried to offer him as a blood sacrifice or something when he was born.” He grimaced. 

“She what?” I said stunned. 

He ran a palm over his face

"I didn’t want to do it but I had to kill her. Joowon was three months old and well, I had to quit my job soon after. Moved to one of the smaller villages nearby. Your father paid for my food and lodging. He wanted me to come over to the clan at once but I didn’t want to be a freeloader. When your father suggested you needed protecting, i thought it would be a good way to pay him back for everything.” He sighed. 

“Did you know who I was?” 

He gave me a look.

“Every Vampire with a dick knows who you are.” He said ith a dry smile and I flushed, looking away. 

“Jungkook...”

“The most desirable of humans. The perfect mate. The unsullied jewel of the Hwang clan.” 

He was laughing now, eyes warm and fond in the fading light of dusk and I found myself completely bewitched. 

“Unsullied....” I shook my head. “ I can’t believe people know I’m a virgin.” 

Next to me Jungkook went completely still. 

I turned to him and there was no mistaking the stunned look on his face. 

“What?!” I said feeling like my face was on fire. “ I told you I’ve never been with a Vampire.” 

“I didn’t think you meant... “ He stopped, swallowing. “ Anyways its none of my business. Let’s talk about something else.” 

Something wicked began to stir inside me.

“I’m saving it for the right man.” I said softly. And then I turned to stare right at him, long enough to get the point across. 

He stiffened a bit more.

So i barreled on. 

“These bumbling fools who can’t string two words together in my presence....They don’t deserve someone like me, don’t you think?” I prompted. 

He swallowed again and I felt a sort of vindictive satisfaction. Just knowing that I affected him possibly just as much as he affected me. It soothed my bruised ego a bit, the way he refused to meet my eyes now, making up for his brutal rejection earlier. . 

“I deserve someone amazing, don’t you think Jungkook?” I pressed on and he finally looked at me, eyes blazing. 

“Only the best for you, princess.” He muttered  holding my gaze. and I tried to ignore the way the nickname made warmth bloom all over my skin. 

“Yes. Only the best. I don’t want any of these younglings with their fumbling hands and stammering words. I want a  man. Someone who knows how to put me  in my place.” 

Jungkook gripped the bench hard the old wood splintering under his strength and I bit my lips. 

“Someone who can be gentle, show me what I’ve been missing out on. Show me how good it can be with the right person, who can get me wet and wanting without even touching me...” 

He exhaled sharply at that 

“We should probably get-” he moved to get up but i was quicker. . 

Not so fast, Mr. Jeon. 

I scrambled over to him, climbing his lap and grinding down on him, before he could fully realize what I was doing. The impact took him by surprise and he grunted, settling back on the neck and hands gripping my thigh to stop me from toppling over. 

“Sera-what” he looked furious but i pressed a palm to his mouth. 

“Are you going to pretend you don’t understand what I’m asking for?” I demanded, heart pounding against my ribcage as I looped his tie over the wrist of my other hand, once , twice, giving it a yank so he had to bend over, his lips inches away from mine. 

“And exactly what are you asking for, princess ?” He whispered, his breath warm against my lips.

“A teacher. Someone who can show me the ropes.” 

“Ropes? For your first time....oh baby, you sure?” His eyes danced with mirth. 

Not entirely sure what he was implying, I just stared back at him.

“You can do it. You can be my  first. “ I brushed my lips against his, softly. it was barely a touch, hardly a kiss. 

Jungkook stared at me, his hands lightly squeezing my thighs  for one second, before falling to his sides again. 

“The only first I’m going to be,  is the first man to toss you into a fucking river, if you don’t get off me right now , Princess.” He said casually. 

I stared at him, refusing to budge and he stood up anyway 

i yelped, nearly landing on my butt before i managed to catch my balance. 

He made to walk away but i grabbed his arm, pulling him close. And it was ridiculous, the fact that he came closer, the fact that he let me grab his wrist, bring them up to my waist. 

“Please kiss me.” I begged. 

“You don’t want this.” He said softly, hands rising up to brush the hair off my forehead and I gripped his shoulders levering myself up to press a kiss to his lips.

It was quick, over before it even began. 

“That’s the only kind of kiss I’ve ever had. “ I said desperately “ It was a boy in college. He kissed me like that and then he asked me if he could bite me. I refused and he never talked to me again....”

“Sera...” He looked stricken and miserable and I let my fingers flutter to his collar, gripping it hard and yanking on it, feeling angry and upset and altogether miserable. 

How ridiculous...that men all over the country tripped over themselves to be with me and yet here I was, reduced to a pathetic begging mess just for one measly kiss from this man..... 

 “ I want to be kissed. I don’t know how it feels to be kissed..to be wanted for something other than the blood that flows in my veins.... I just want someone to kiss me because they want to...because I’m beautiful and precious and i deserve to be kissed and -” 

Fingers clamped over my arms, gipping me hard and almost lifting me off the ground as Jungkook pulled me up, my eyes fluttering shut just as his lips closed over mine, soft and tender and warm and wet and so delicious I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. 

I let my hands fall to his chest, the soft smooth silk of his shirt felt like heaven underneath my fingers and through the thin fabric i could feel his heart, pounding against his ribcage. I ran my fingers over his torso, the strong muscles flexing beneath my fingers and my fingers crept up to grip his upper arm, the coiled strength in his bicep making my legs quiver. 

He tasted like mint , his tongue licking the seam of my lips and begging entrance and my lips parted in surprise, the sensation so new and electrifying. 

I gasped when I felt his tongue tangling with mine as he pressed in closer. I groaned , almost forgetting to breathe when Jungkook’s  lower lips brushed mine, his teeth tugging the plump flesh of my lips harshly , biting down gently and my lips parted, giving him better access. He was so warm and strong and big and  i couldn’t get enough of him, my body wanting nothing more than to stay pressed against his for the rest of our lives. 

He used slow, subtle strokes of his tongue to taste me, gentle licks that made my head swim and it felt like I was drowning, in the heady taste of him . I felt weak as a kitten, my fingers scrambling up to grip his hair, tangling in the silky black locks, gripping to ground myself and i accidentally yanked a little too hard making him pull back, a little. 

 He laughed gently, right against my lips, the sound sexy and arousing and I groaned, chasing the taste of him and Jungkook obliged, nipping my lips again with his teeth , soft little pin pricks of pain and pleasure,  before laving the abused skin with his tongue. His hand came up to cup my cheek, holding me in place as he kissed me deeper . 

 I could feel myself go weak in the knees, stumbling into him and he wrapped one arm around my waist holding my body up as he nibbled and teased and drove me insane with his touch. 

Jungkook’s hand slipped, from my cheek, down to my neck, his fingers brushing back and forth on my bare shoulder before moving down, lightly gently brushing my breast . 

I melted, gasping as he shaped the swell of my breast with his hand, thumb rubbing gently against the tip till my nipples pebbled up and I felt a sob build up, pulling away from him to catch my breath, gripping him hard and burying my face in his shoulders, overwhelmed and shaking. 

“Darling... you alright?” Jungkook whispered, hands reaching up to stroke the back of my head and i clung to him, wrecked. 

“Please don’t let me go.” I panicked when he made to move away and he froze at once, drawing me closer, hugging me tighter.

“I’m right here princess. You’re going to be okay.” His voice rumbled through my body and I willed myself to stop shaking but i couldn’t. 

“What did you do to me...?” I asked hoarsely, my body thrumming. 

He laughed, voice low and tinkling. 

“I kissed you. You begged me to kiss you and I obliged.” He teased. 

I shook my head against the fabric of his shirt, clutching his waist harder. 

“That was not a kiss.” I snapped. “ That was...That was....attempted murder.”  

 Jungkook laughed harder at that, 

“Take deep breaths, darling. Relax.... You’re going to be okay. Just catch your breath you’ll be fine.” He kissed the top of my head, gentle and fond and I closed my eyes. 

“I need a few more minutes.” I said softly. 

“ I’m right here. “ He whispered. 

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Jungkook turned the car off and we both sat in the silence, staring straight ahead into the murky waters of the river. I was still in shock, my brain rendered entirely useless from one single kiss.

 He had kissed me senseless. 

 Literally. 

“I can’t give you what I want.” He said gently. 

I bit my lips.

“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give.” I whispered. 

He made a sound, a sharp little exhale.

“Fuck, Sera...you’re killing me.” He swore. 

I clenched my fists. I was so scared, that this would be yet another rejection and I just knew that I couldn’t live without his kisses. Not now, when I knew just how amazing they were. 

“I’m serious. I... I won’t ask you to court me or do any of that serious stuff. Just.. Just want you to touch me. Keep touching me. And kissing me. ” I finished stupidly. 

Jungkook laughed a little.

“God, you’re so young... I feel like the worst kind of man for wanting this so fucking much.” 

I felt my heart soar at that. it was the first time he’d acknowledged wanting me and i reveled in it. 

“If we’re going to do this, I need you to understand exactly what you’re getting into.” He said softly. 

I felt my heart begin to pound, a steady thrum that was so loud in my ears that I couldn’t fathom how he couldn’t hear it. 

“This is going to be physical. Only physical. I don’t want you to dream of something that isn't going to happen. “ He said sternly. 

I nodded. 

It sounded like a recipe for a disastrous heartbreak but if i could get more kisses like the one I’d just had.... well, maybe I could deal with it when it happened. 

“I’m the one who gets to decide when , where and how.” He turned to look at me and I met his gaze. “ i won’t have you trying to climb me in the mansion in front of everyone.” 

i flushed. 

“Fine. “ I snapped. 

“You don’t stop meeting your potential suitors. You don’t turn them down without cause.” 

I groaned.

“Jungkook...” i began but he held a hand up. 

“Not all of them are going to be incompetents fools, Sera. There’s a guy out there good enough for you. “ He insisted ,  “  I’ll warm your bed till you find him, because you’re beautiful and I’m fucking weak” He shook his head, laughing without mirth, “ but... I won’t have you ruining your chances of making a worthy match. “ 

I nodded. 

“Alright. Anything you say.” 

He gave me another long look before starting the car. 

“Okay. My room, tomorrow. After 11.00PM. Wear something I can take off easily.” He said drily. 

I felt the grin creeping into my face, wide and shameless and he groaned. 

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Author’s Note : Jeon Junkook ssi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A chapter inspired entirely by jeon jungkook’s nipple in that blue shirt. 

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Fifth Lord: Chapter 6

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu and (Fem!Dragon)Reader [non-romantic], Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!Dragon)Reader

Summary: Your name is Y/n Dracul; The only ‘mutant�� that doesn’t have the Cadou Parasite. You already have some sort of power that impressed Mother Miranda; you were the first known Human-Dragon Hybrid. Although you have your own house, “House Dracul”. Your ‘house’ itself is basically an unused wing of Castle Dimitrescu.

Warnings: Heartbreak, sadness, game spoilers [I’m sure everyone has watched or played Village]

A/N: So, Shit’s about to go down here!

“Three Dragon Slayers” - Yasaharu Takanashi [Play this when Y/n says: “You’re wrong Miranda.”]

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As you watch Heisenberg lose to Ethan Winters. You had the moment of realization that you were truly alone; The Last Lord standing. However, it didn't hit you as hard as it did when Ethan killed Alcina and her daughters. You decided to find Duke so you left, flying about until your wings got sore from the cold.

"Lord Dracul," The Duke calls out to you

You look up and see him, "Duke... I need you to give me Lady Bela's remains..."

"I’m afraid that comes at a high price my lord," he sighs, "However since you are a lord and she is your love..."

He reaches back into his carries and lugs out a Crystal Torso. You look down and notice Bela's fly squirming around.

It's Bela's scent....

You immediately reach for the torso and let it fall into you.

"Thank you Duke," you say, calmly

"What is your plan Lord Dracul?" He asks

You stop in your tracks and turn your head, your mouth visible to Duke. 

"Paying Mother Miranda a visit," you say, more sternly, "Someone's gotta pay..."

You make your way to the bridge and you set down Bela’s torso. You take off your jacket and place it around the torso. Bela’s fly peeks its hear out from your inside pocket.

“You’ll be okay,” You gently pat the fly, “You’ll be warm. Keep your body safe until I return for the both of you okay?”

The fly submerges itself into the sherpa-lined inside pocket.

“You have your body back...” You slightly smile

However, right as you stand up, you meet Ethan. Who cocks his gun at you.

“Listen,” You sigh, “If I help you get your daughter, you help me kill Miranda...”

“I-I thought you were on her side?” He asks

“Not really,” You say, looking across the bridge, “Though it was true she did spare me. But it was Dimitrescu who had raised me. I only trust her and her daughters. But with what you did- I’ll let it slide this once.”

You almost got your vengeful self get the best of you but you knew he was the only one who could wound Miranda enough for you.

“Deal,” He says

“One condition,” You add, “If I ever see you step foot into the castle again I cannot guarantee that I won’t kill you.”

He nods at your condition. The both of you walk across the bridge where you are met with some of the ghouls Miranda had reanimated to keep the both of you stalled. 

“Go forward,” You tell him, “I’ll keep these fools busy...”

You press your palm against his back and push him forward as your fists begin setting aflame. 

“I’ll meet you there!” You yell at him

“Thank you, Lord Dracul!” He says, referring to you for the first time

You smirk at his gratitude. But, you notice some ghouls beginning to reach Ethan before he could walk through Miranda’s vines. 

“Oh no you don’t!” You roar, breathing fire

It felt like grueling work when you finished off the ghouls. You manage to blast through to them however, a bunch of them guarding the entrance.

“You guys don’t know when o give up huh?” You ask them

You squat down, your feet beginning to create two circles of fire. They began growing to for around your body. You sprung your legs to give yourself a propelled launch, singeing the reanimated ghouls.

“MIRANDA!!!” You scream, your fist setting aflame once more

You used the fire emitting from your feet in an attempt to send a painful punch to Miranda’s face. However, in that attempted punch, Miranda catches it.

“I thought you were killed in the Castle” Miranda taunts you

“You were mistaken,” You growl, “I’m going to make you pay for what you did to my family...”

“‘Family’?” Miranda laughs at your comment, “You’re saying- that tall vampire woman and her three rabid children are your family?”

Both of your fists ignite and you roar. You fly over to her and again try to punch her for what she told you.

“They raised me!” You scream, “They gave me what you did not!” 

“And what is that?” She asks, still trying to taunt you, “They were nothing but pawns to my entire plan. They never loved you.”

That’s not true...

You and Miranda stop fighting and look around.

Alcina?!

Miranda punches your gut and you let out a pained grunt. You clench at your gut and stagger back.

“Agh!” You cough out blood 

You suddenly feel four different palms against your back.

We got you love.

Bela?...

Kick her ass for us!

Daniela?

Make her pay!

Cassandra?...

You smile, for the first time in hours, you smiled genuinely.

“You’re wrong Miranda,” You say, a circle of fire forms from your feet up, “They gave me the family I never had. They’ve shown me... Even as part monster, they’ve shown me love. You? You gave me nothing...”

Your eyes spark fire in their reflections once more and you launch yourself at her. Your first emits more fire than the last time. Miranda once more catches it in her palm, but she was struggling to hold it back. You could feel the shakiness in her arm as you try to punch her with more force than the last.

“This-this is betrayal!” Mother Miranda yells, trying to hold back one of your flamed fists, “I am the Black God! My power is immeasurable compared to yours! You are a weak dragon!”

You smirk, “Is that so?”

Your entire body begins setting aflame, a bigger one than you could ever emit, “Then I’ll just have to prove you wrong right now! Let’s see how much of a ‘god’ you really are shall we!?”

You yank your fist away from Miranda’s grasp. Before she could send you a punch out of fight or flight instinct, you simply catch it and hold it in a single hand. Unlike Miranda, whose arm was shaking as she tried to hold out your punch, you stand there; solid as a rock. No movement in your body what so ever.

“This cannot be!” She yells at you, “I am far more superior in power than you could ever be! This is the power I used to control all of you!!”

“Didn’t you forget?” You ask Miranda, “You didn’t experiment on me! You have no control over me!”

“Alcina and her daughter Bela do!” She tries to taunt you again

“You keep their names out of your mouth!” You snarl

You foot turns ablaze and you try to leg swoop her. She blocks your foot with slight ease and throws you back. You’re thrown into a tree trunk and you fall onto the ground; chest first. You wheeze out for air as you struggle to stand up again.

“My power is complete y/n!” She tries to intimidate you, “This is the power I will use to kill you since you no longer serve any purpose to me!”

You force yourself to stand up and you begin walking towards her, slowly and menacingly.

“Well then,” You start, smirking and setting your entire body ablaze, “I’ll use my power to fight for my family that you killed!” 

You dragon roar, breathing fire. You roll dive when Miranda uses her other clawed hand as a spear in an attempt to impale you. You breathe fire once more, setting fire to one of her arms. 

“You’ll pay for killing the people I’ve ever loved!” You scream, “The only ones who accepted me as I am; The Devil’s Dragon!”

“I should have infected you with my parasite!” She says, regretfully, “I should have had you brainwashed when I gave you a second chance!”

“You did give me a second chance, you are right about that,’“ You say, “But- it was Alcina who had raised me as I am... Bela was the one who loved me as I am... Cassandra and Daniela never saw me as a monster! Unlike you?... You used all of us! I’ll never forgive you for using them!”

Your roar was loud enough to shake the ground.

“Fire Dragon’s Art! Exploding Flame Edge!” You yell, your fire turning into spiked strings of fire, beginning at your clenched fists

You whip them around and it creates an exploding edge. You let them settle around Miranda as she begins being set ablaze. You listen to her scream in agony as she begins to crystalize. 

“You- Betrayed the lords!” She yells

“I’m the last lord standing!” You scream

She lets out one final scream in an attempt to get you however she only crystallizes. You let out a cough of smoke. You sigh in relief but clench at your stomach.

“Damnit...” You growl, noticing blood seeping through your shirt and the feeling of your shirt sticking to your body

You turn around and notice another man, his gun pointed at you. You were prepared to fight him too before Ethan grunts.

“Let her go Chris...” Ethan wheezes for air, “She helped..”

Chris places his gun back in his holster.

“Fine, we have to get you and Rose out of here,” He says, forcing Ethan to stand, “I’ve planted a bomb nearby. It shouldn’t blow the castle. I’d suggest you get back there as soon as possible because when I pull this trigger-”

Chris holds up a detonation device to show you, “This place is going to blow. But- I thought you were working for Miranda.”

“Things change when she kills the family that accepts me as I am,” You explain, “Good luck you two.”

You nod to Chris as you didn’t want to stick around to find out how the device worked. You begin flying back across the bridge to get Bela’s remains and go home. However, with one last effort, Miranda pierces and rips a small slit in your wings. Making you stagger fly a lot worse compared to when Ethan had shot a hole into the same wing tissue. Miraculously, you crash landed right in front of the torso. You immediately wrap your jacket in it and warm it as you begin running into the direction of the Castle.

“Lord Dracul!” Duke calls out for you, “Into my carriage!”

You practically dive into the back of his carriage and he begins motioning for his horse to ride back to the castle. It was a bumpy ride however, you still held onto the torso for dear life, not willing to let it go. Even though you were the one getting tossed around.

“My Lord, are you alright back there?” He asks

“As well as I can be,” You groan from the bumpy ride

“My apologies My Lord,” He says, “I didn’t want to get caught up in that explosion there.”

“Yeah, me neither,” You sigh, “Hey, how long until we’re at the castle?”

“Almost there my lord,” He answers

As you wait for him to tell you that the both of you had arrived, you peek into your inside jacket pocket. Sighing in relief when you see Bela’s fly peeking back up at you. 

“You’re safe,” You smile, tearing up, “Thank god...”

You pet its head as it tries to snuggle into your warm finger. You and the fly continue fueling each others’ comfort until you felt the carriage stop.

“We’ve arrived my lord,” Duke calls to you

Chapter 7

[darkcitiesnluv]

Hello. Can I request a Beomgyu × reader fluff? In which beomgyu and sunghoon both like reader who's a good friend of both txt and enhypen.

Thank you

Sure!  Did you know you're my first ask!  Ahhh I'm excited thank you!  I hope you like my fluff imagine!  If i disappoint you, I'm sorry!  I Hope it ain't the case!  Here we go! 

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It was the first day of school for L / n Y / n.  Your mother dropped you off to school before going to her own job. You breath in the air with a smile.  "I'm finally going to see my friends, it's been so long i haven't seen Sunghoon ..." You thought inside your head as you made your way to your classroom.  Sunghoon is one of your closest friends.  During the summer break he went in vacations with his family and the only way for Sunghoon and you to interact with each other was from the phones. 

"Y/n!  Here!  I saved you a seat! "A long hair boy yelled from the very back of the classroom. You shook your head and laughed quietly. 'How does this kid know we have classes together?'  you thought.

"Beomgyu! How did you know we- "

" shhhhh baby girl, you know I have eyes and ears everywhere" Beomgyu put a finger against your lips to shush you showing you his silly smirk. He does this to you a lot.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed onto his school dress shirt. "You need to stop calling me that or else the others are going to think we're a couple .." You lightly wine letting him go. 

Beomgyu chuckled.  "Aren't we one though? .."

You lightly punch him in the arm as you two sat on the desks that are right beside each other. " Your jokes aren't funny..." You said.

Suddenly, almost the whole class started looking towards the window inside their room, watching how a black hair, tall, handsome boy walked through the halliway. 

"oh my..is that the famous figure skater? "

" oh my god he is hooot "

Everything looked in slow motion like in the kdramas you've watched. The boy walking gracefully and perfectly with each step. His finger slowly moving a hair away from his attractive forehead. His gaze was hard and seductive as he showed his elegant smirk.

" look at that dude he thinks he is handsome "

" yeah he thinks he can get all the ladies...."

"you brooooo he has some nice canines, who's his dentist...."

" If he is a vampire l'll let him drink my blood, kill me, anything  and l'll just say "thank you i appreciated" "

You couldn't see him but Beomgyu could. You knew by the way he hit his desk and clenched his fist tight until his knuckles turned white. You worried and grabbed his hands with your tiny ones.

" Gyu are you ok? What's wrong? Who is him?..." You asked him. Your attention focusing on him. Beomgyu glared deathly at something and mumbled. " He is coming to our classroom."

You looked to see who it was and you were shock. The boy walked inside with a bright smile. " Hello, I'm Park Sunghoon, new student, take well care of me" he bowed lightly with a kindly and innocent smile.

" Of course baby~" some girl whispered as she was drooling saliva for the new student. "Nina shut up!" Her friend said giving her a dirty weird look.

Your opened mouth turned into a happy smile.

' Sunghoon is back!' you thought as you smiled at his way. Sunghoon notice you and waved a hand at you, making some students look at you but you didn't care what they think.

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" Hooooon~!" You yelled as you ran towards him. Sunghoon suddenly grabbed you and twirl you around.

"Oooo look at the lovebirds~" said Hueningkai teasing them. " Why don't you two just confess each other's love huh?" Jungwon also teased receiving high-fives from his two older friends, Heeseung and Jay.

"Where's that loser of Beomgyu?" Taehyun asked as he looked between the boys in front of him. " In the back....." Soobin said as they looked behind them. 

Beomgyu was behind them watching everything. So randomly he sucked in air, knee down to get a big rock from the ground and threw the rock somewhere in the air out of anger. Who knows where the rock went flying to......... after a few seconds he heard broken glass shader.

" ....Who the fuck did this....." Beomgyu heard the scream of an old lady from faaaar a way the school's playground.

Beomgyu turn away from that direction with a "oh shit what have I've done" look on his face. However once he turned to the opposite direction he still saw you.....arms wrapped around Sunghoon's neck, legs wrapped around his stomach, and still being twirl around like a daisy in the air by a smiling Sunghoon. " I really really missed you a lot!" You said.

Beomgyu eyes widen big, bigger than they already are. He immediately ran towards you two not caring of his friends are watching him.  His long dark brown hair swaying softly with the air. " No no no no no! What are two doing!" He separated Sunghoon and you from each other.

" Wow- real shit is going to happen...." Yeonjun said throwing the piece sign with his fingers. " I agreed indeed mai brotha..." Jake comment next.

" What? I couldn't see him in the summer break and I really missed him!" you said as you held Sunghoon's hands. Beomgyu immediately slapped your and Sunghoon's hands making y'all let go immediately.

Sunghoon had enough of it and grabbed Beomgyu's dress shirt. " What's your problem!" He said loud and fiercely glaring at him. Everyone step back from them two.

" If y'all gonna fight make it bloody and violently..." Heeseung said sounding serious about his words.

" Yeah make it violently, like in the games you know?....hey Jake and Heeseung....who y'all bet? I bet for Beomgyu, y'all know he is crazyyyy" Riki said covering his mouth with a hand and shaking his other hand in front of him.

" Yeah but try not to get hurt badly alright?" Jay said as he fixed his Gucci cap.

" This is stupid, I should go eat my mint choco ice cream, Y/nnie~ meet me in the restaurant, you know which one..." Sunoo said about to leave when he suddenly notice how quickly Beomgyu's and Sunghoon's heads turned towards him with a glare.

" I'm scared......" Sunoo said leaving the school's ground.

Beomgyu turned and glare back at Sunghoon as he held onto his wrist and forced him to let him go. Beomgyu chuckled and look at you. " The problem is that you two are lying to my face...to our faces!...."

" See?.....i was right...." Jungwon shook his head unbelievably.

" What are talking about Beom? What lie?" You said crossing your arms over your chest.

" You two are dating." Beomgyu said straightforward with a poker cold face.

" And if we were, why would it affect you?.." Sunghoon took a step forward towards Beomgyu. You widen your eyes as you heard the words coming from his mouth.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO....." Your male friends said as they were shook by Sunghoon's comment as well.

Beomgyu looked away from you two and smirked bitterly. " No it wouldn't.....why would it? Hahaha ahhh you two could actually make an adorable couple" he said with a bright face. He patted Sunghoon's shoulders and left without looking at you.

" Let's go homies! Let's get some beer!" Beomgyu threw a fist up in the air. " Aren't half of us under age?" Jungwon asked. " You and Riki Niki are getting a glass of milk...." Jay said.

" Noooo i want beer too! " Niki wined.

" NOOOOO NIKI SAN!" Jake yelled making everyone covered their ears.

You suddenly felt sad....really sad. Beomgyu didn't even spare you a glare. But.....why did you felt sad? Shouldn't you just ignore it? Think of it as Beomgyu being exaggerated silly with you.... but that's hard to think it like that when he looked so jealous of Sunghoon being with you?....what could this mean?

Sunghoon looked at your sad appearance and walked towards you to give you a warm hug. " Oh come on Y/n.....don't be sad.....maybe he is a little jealous because you are hanging out your other best friend than hanging out without him....." He grinned, his cute  dimples appearing unwillingly.

You smiled and lean your head against his chest. However you still felt sad and hurt by Beomgyu.

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" Beomgyu! Come to my house! Mom is going to make a delicious dinner for us!" You called on your phone as you laid on your bed looking at the white ceiling.

"...........is Sunghoon coming too?" Beomgyu said slowly taking his time in speaking.

Oh my god why is he soo cute! You thought.

" No he won't Gyu, come back to me and we'll have fun!" You said with positivity.

" Ok! I'll be there in five minutes!" He ended the call.

You chuckled to yourself and hugged a pillow, still looking at the ceiling.

Why did he got jealous?...I don't think that was normal  jealousy coming from a close friend......it was more like that type of jealousy you feel towards a crush.....That behavior of his was strange today....

You sat up as you heard Beomgyu yelled.." Hello mom!" To your mother at the kitchen. You ran out of your room. " Hey bestie~~!" You said in English as you winked at him.

" Hey best friend" he responded back in english.

" Food will be ready in 30 minutes!" Your mother said.

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"Yes! Yes yes!!!!!" Beomgyu said as he beat you in the game. You took off your headphones and pouted. " As always you win!" You said slightly punching his arm. Beomgyu looked at you with an evil smile. " and the loser gets to suffer! " He said suddenly jumping on top of you. He started to tickle you everywhere. You laughed out loud and struggle to stop him but he was too strong. Somehow you gain more power than him and started to tickle him as well. You got on top of him and straddle his stomach as you reach to ruin his hair, tickle his armpits and sides.

" You might be a winner in games but you're weak when it come to this game!" You made fun of him.

Beomgyu kept laughing and wiggling around but soon stopped as he saw the weird position you two were. You stopped as well as you saw him no longer laughing.

" Y/n you're dirty! How dare you try to take advantage of me! Just because you see me tiny and innocent!" He tease you out loud gazing at your body and legs.

You widen your eyes and got off of him. " Beomgyu! You're the nasty one! You started this! " You hit him again. Both of you laughing together.

As y'all's laughter started to slow down you two stare at each other. Eyes studying each other's faces.

You always admitted to yourself from the very beginning how attractive Beomgyu was. Not only was he cute looking but his personality was gold. You loved him by the way he is with you and with everyone.

Have you developed a crush on him?....yes a tiny one two years ago. You started realizing how much you liked him a lot when you two went to a party together. You saw some girls surrounding him and talking and flirting with him. Beomgyu, as the social butterfly he is didn't mind having them around him. However you remember how angry you felt when Beomgyu was dancing with a girl and laughing with her instead dancing and laughing with you.

As for Beomgyu....he always liked you since the very first day you two met. In the first year of middle school. He always thought of you as someone sooo pretty and smart. He still does though but now he thinks you're hot. Anyway he always liked you. Of course like any other human being he had his small crushes from there to there but the one he really liked and care the most was you. He never told you because he was scared to ruin the great friendship between you two, but he also like it with you two staying as friends.

His feelings towards you became stronger in highschool. You having so much friends and specially lots of guys friends...not just your typical normal looking guy friends...but very attractive guy friends like: Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, Hueningkai, Heeseung,Jay,Jake, Jungwon,Sunoo, Niki, ugly Sunghoon, and of course he'll include himself in the list.

To many eh?.....he was afraid any of them could still you away, specially that Sunghoon since you're the most closest with him as well. Beomgyu knew Sunghoon liked you too and that he was trying to win you over, so he wanted to start making a move ...but he was too afraid of rejection from you.

What should he do?

What should you do?

" Beomgyu......you looked so jealous at school earlier....with Sunghoon.....what was that behavior.....I was shock...." You chuckled lightly still looking deep into his dark eyes.

Beomgyu didn't look away, his eyes looking deep at yours. " Jealousy?....what are you talking about?...well actually it was jealousy! Because you were hanging out with him instead of me!" He wined holding one of your tiny hands and started waving your arms to the sides.

" But you know he is one of my closest friends too! It's being a long time I haven't seen him, so i really missed him a lot...look Gyu you're so important to me that I even decided to hang out with you tonight instead of with Sunghoon......." You said truthfully.

Beomgyu smiled at you as he caressed one of your cheek with his hand. " The favoritism...i see " he winked at you making your heart beat. "Beomgyu no-haha" you chuckled quietly and shyly.

" Food is ready!" Your mom yelled.

You two were two focus on each other that you two didn't heard you mother yelled. Beomgyu kept staring at your lips intensely and that made you feel a little nervous.

" Y/n.....can i kiss you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and his eyes now looking at yours. His lovely gaze was making you wanting to look away from him but you couldn't. His comment made your heart beat faster and your breathing quickened.

" Uhhh...no Gyu that's weird! We're friends we can't do that" you laughed once again hitting him lightly in the arm.

" But it's for practice, come on i really wanna try kissing....come here" he said scooting closer to you and pulling your neck towards him but you try to scoot back away from him while still laughing nervously.

" No! Beom, stop move!"

" Don't you wanna try it, it's your chance! Come here baby girl" he scooted more closer.

" Well I- i mean sure but like not right now, like maybe tomorrow, it's just that-" Beomgyu chuckled as he leaned in to softly peck your lips slowly. His hand resting on your cheek. Everything happen so fast but for you felt it slow. He pulled away with a satisfying smile. "Gyu....." You said eyes shocking looking at him.

" It was great right? Just wait until we start making out with tongue and everything, it'll be greater!" He tease you making you blush hard.

He kissed me........ Beomgyu kissed me......was it just for fun?....or does he like me the way i like him..... You could no longer control you're feelings inside and watching Beomgyu smile and laughing at you made you angry. Does he think this is a joke?

" Choi Beomgyu! You can't just simply kiss anyone without them agreeing too! Also you can't just simply kiss the person that likes you without making sure they're feeling ready to kiss the person they like! How can you do this to me Choi Beomgyu! I will sue you!" You wined loudly. Beomgyu was shook at the things you said.

" Y-y-you like me!?..........then why the fuck are complaining about me kissing you!" Beomgyu suddenly stood up and you copy him. " Aren't you surprised?" You asked confused.

"Yes i am! Very much surprised! But you know what?.... there's something that will surprise YOU the most...maybe.....I like you too!!!" He said closing his eyes, he protected his head with his arms and looked away from you as if afraid you might smack his face off.

After a while feeling nothing he slowly turn to look at you. You stand there with a smile. " Are you really.....telling me....the truth?....are you really!" You said as you pulled his head down to look at him while jumping in tiny.

He nodded repeatedly. " Yes ever since middle school.....but I've never told you anything because I didn't want to ruin our beautiful friendship......and everytime those close guys friends of yours were around you I felt jealous...... specially towards Sunghoon........" He confess everything clearly.

You smiled and jumped on him, wrapping arms around his neck and your legs around his torso.

" Wow....." He mumbled in shock of your sudden actions.

"I feel so happy!" You said burying your face on his neck. Beomgyu stood there, arms wrapped around your back. " I also feel really happy Y/n! I feel like screaming how happy I am!" He said now resting his head against your head with his eyes shut.

" Kids, I've been waiting for you guys at the dining table and you two are just....... hugging?" Your mother stoped talking as soon as she enter your room.

Your mom furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, put a hand on her hip and her other hand on the door knob.

" What's this?......Y/n? Beomgyu?......... hellooooo I'm talking to y'all?........are y'all serious!?" She said as she walked towards them and try to wake them up from their moment.

" Oh my god mom! I'm so sorry you had to see this!" You said letting go of him.

" Mom im sorry too!" Beomgyu bow down repeatedly even getting down onto his knees but you stopped him from doing so.

Your mother rolled her eyes as she laughed quietly.

" Sorry for what? that you two are dating? Come on! Your dad and I ship you two! Now kids come down to dinner please...." She said annoyed. " I didn't waist two hours of my time for y'all not to eat my food?...no it's not going to happen..."

"... But we're not-..."

" Shhhhh let's go!" Your mom interrupted. Leaving the room.

Beomgyu and you looked at each other and quietly cracked a smile. " Well.......are we dating now...." Beomgyu gives you a mischievous look. " Well......if we like each other and a lot ......we should give it try..." you agreed showing your mischievous look as well.

" We'll be a couple and friends at the same time....good?" He asked holding both of your hands and leaned down to touch his forehead against yours. You nodded and reach to peck his pretty lips.

" Kids! Come down now!!" Your mother yelled.

The two of flinched and ran from your room holding hands.

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Emmet had grabbed Atlas from the hospital after James had told him where it all went down, was he high off morphine when he gave it up and Emmet took that to his advantage? A little bit but he was seeing red and didn’t currently care how he got the information out of him.

The warehouse district, alright, so there the two went to maybe catch the guy for whatever reason.

Soon after arriving there he was, quickly loading shit into a car. Bold to show up after he made it basically a crime scene but who knows what goes on in this guys head, James mentioned he carried silver as a vampire so can’t really put anything past him.

Emmet was pissed though, only seeing red and not even bothering to wait for Atlas to catch up to him. He walked up to the guy who had his body half way in the car and kicked the door in on him, watching his body topple to the ground.

What Emmet didn’t realize was that the vampire was weakened already by the werewolf blood that James had gotten in his system.

With Jae-Sung on the ground now Emmet was quickly on top of him, the vampire wasn’t putting up much of a fight for some reason. Maybe it was the weakened system trying to still heal or maybe it was something else. That didn’t matter before Emmet landed a punch straight to the guys jaw, using his knee on the guys ribs to pin him down.

He grabbed the much larger man by the throat, shocking him lightly more so as a warning. “Don’t fuck with my partners.” Emmet said through gritted teeth.

The warning shock didn’t really do much to Jae-Sung, instead getting a smirk on his face after what Emmet had just said. Seeing that smirk only made him see red more, this fucker didn’t care and he knew that so Emmet grabbed as much energy as he could. With his hand still wrapped around Jae-Sungs throat his grip only tightened this time using as much electric energy as he could and even pulling some from the warehouse nearby. Emmet was ready to make this guy pay, the longer he held on the more it started to burn with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.

Jae-Sung was in pain, so much so that he couldn’t find the strength to actually fight back. Emmet got the jump on him while he was weak and that’s the only thing saving the hybrids life currently. With the strength he could muster though he grabbed Emmets hand trying to pry it off of him ignoring the shocks it was causing as he did so. When he finally could, Jae-Sung head butted the other off of him and stood up back away slightly.

Fingers lightly touched at his neck as he felt the skin that was once smooth, now burned. He was pissed, making note of the others face for the future.

Emmet was about to charge at the vampire again before he felt large arms wrapping around him holding him back. He looked up to see Atlas, in his blind rage he’d forgotten he brought him with and he’s glad he did because the use of all that energy was starting to hit him.

“Let’s go,” Atlas whispered in his ear, neither of them breaking contact with the Vampire.

Before they could say anything else Jae-Sung had left, taking his opportunity to just flee and potentially come back another time. He was leaving behind a mess, a mess that could ruin him and no place to go outside the city walls so he had to plan.

Emmet felt like he was about to pass out, he was now weak using an amount of energy his body wasn’t use too. With one swift motion Atlas picked Emmet up, throwing him over his shoulder where he eventually knocked out to quiet literally recharge as his boyfriend walked them back to the hospital.

[angstyaches]

This is trope anon from before :) It might be interesting to see Elliot put off feeling sick, because he is so caught up taking care of everyone else? He kind of strikes me as a worry about everyone else first kind of guy lol. Then absolutely regretting it later haha

If not Elliot, Ryan also kind of gives me similar vibes

CW: mention of disordered eating/malnourishment, trauma mention, overwork, nausea, emeto, dizziness, blood mention (he’s a vamp, so yeah), pining (for absent partner), platonic/brotherly caretaking

Author’s note: Elliott and Felix are going to be just FINE! They’re not even broken up; Felix is just a little AWOL after a fight they had. I just loooove me some angst.

Elliott’s vision went pitch black for a moment as he stood and waited for the kettle to finish boiling. His stomach lurched so harshly that he almost turned towards the sink, expecting the return of the blood he’d drank for breakfast. Instead, he swallowed, closed his eyes, and breathed in slowly through his nose. He was overexerted, probably. He’d been pushing himself during his and Shayne’s ritualistic “sparring” (or, as Shayne called it, “trying to kick the shit out of each other” or “therapy”) session. Elliott had hoped his supernatural abilities would have begun to manifest by now, seeing as his transition to full vampire was complete. But still, nothing yet. Maybe the stress of Felix being gone was stunting his development. Maybe the stress was adding to how bad he felt.

The kettle clicked, reminding him of why he was standing in the kitchen in the first place. Elliott’s heart sank as he recalled Shayne’s eyes rolling back in his head, his body almost hitting the ground before Elliott could catch him. Turned out the kid had been starving himself again. Elliott would have punched his lights out if they hadn’t already basically been out.

A minute later, Elliott picked up a hot mug and crossed the open-plan kitchen and living area to where he’d left Shayne on the white sofa. He was conscious now, at least, but his eyes were glazed and unfocused.

The mug contained hot, weak tea and a few spoons of the glucose solution Ryan had concocted for Felix’s blood-and-sugar lollipops. Back in the day, when Felix refused blood and couldn’t hold food down, Ryan had fed him the solution like this, and it had kept him from passing out. The smell was so strong that Elliott almost gagged, his body so delicate as to protest merely being in the presence of human sustenance.

Elliott tried to hand Shayne the mug, but his cousin’s hands were so shaky he almost dropped it immediately. Elliott took it back, trying to ignore the fact that his own hands weren’t exactly the steadiest. He brought the rim of the mug to Shayne’s lips.

Shayne made a face and pulled away as soon as he took the first sip. His hand went to his mouth, like he was considering spitting it back out.

“Swallow it.”

A shiver seemed to roll through Shayne’s body as he did. His eyes watered like he was about to cry. “That tastes like shit, El.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for forgetting that you need to eat.”

“I didn’t forget I needed to…” Shayne mumbled. “I’m not stupid.”

“That’s extremely debatable. Drink.”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Drink,” Elliott said again, as calmly as he could, “or I’m going to get Ryan.”

The last of the fight went out of Shayne’s eyes. Elliott knew he didn’t want Ryan or Nancy to know things had gotten this bad again.

Victorious but not feeling it, Elliott brought the mug to Shayne’s lips again and again, letting him take small sips. At one point, he covered his mouth again, shoulders jerking forward as he gagged slightly. Elliott’s stomach flipped at the sound and he had to turn his face away until Shayne stopped. He didn’t usually puke from seeing somebody else do it, but he had a bad feeling that if Shayne threw up, he would lose it too.

Shayne shook his head when presented with the mug again. A tentative hand rested on his stomach. “I can’t, El. It’s so heavy.”

Part of Elliott didn’t want to yield so easily, wanted to make him finish the mug. He wondered what Felix would do, or how Charlie would have reacted to that pleading look. Elliott knew he wasn’t soft in the same way they were. He just hoped he wasn’t harsh.

He hoped he wasn’t frightening.

He swallowed against a swell of nausea in his belly. Whatever was gnawing at the pit of his stomach weakened his resolve.

“Okay,” he said, “lie down.”

Shayne gave a small sigh of relief.

Elliott took the mug back to the sink. White floor and wall tiles swayed all around him like he was inside the world’s most colourless kaleidoscope. He slowly breathed in through his nose, leaning on the edge of the countertop to try and introduce some form of balance to his body.

He’d extended the offer to Shayne, but honestly, lying down sounded like an absolute dream to Elliott, too. Maybe his body would stop freaking out if he got a little more rest. His sleeping pattern was completely thrown off, his mind raced in the middle of the night. Felix had star-fished across about forty different mattresses before choosing theirs, and while Elliott had acted like he didn’t care which one they bought, he had ended up agreeing that it was the best mattress he’d ever used. But sleeping there without Felix felt wrong, so his body had been rejecting it as much as physically possible.

Nowadays, he might as well have been sleeping in a wooden coffin like the stereotype dictated.

He turned around to check on Shayne, frowning when he saw that he was still sitting upright on the sofa.

“I thought you were going to try and sleep?”

“I can’t – I can’t,” Shayne whispered, lowering his head into his hands. “El, I – every time I try, I feel like she’s here. Breathing on the back of my neck…”

Guilt churned Elliott’s stomach this time. Elliott felt regrets like cobwebs sticking to his soul, and although he didn’t allow himself many, one of those cobwebs was the feeling that maybe he could have gotten Shayne out of Madelyn’s sooner.

“She’s not getting in here,” Elliott promised. “Ryan will have her head on a stick before letting that happen. Nancy will turn her blood into tar.”

“She doesn’t have to be here, El. She’s already here.” Shayne pressed a finger to either side of his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Jesus, I’m – I’m sorry, man.” Elliott laid a hand on his stomach, stifling a belch since he really didn’t need gas leaving his body to make this moment even more stressful. “What usually helps when this happens?”

As Elliot should have expected, Shayne gave a lifeless shrug. Alright, think, Elliott told himself, swallowing thickly. He’d never seen Shayne warm up to anyone until that day in the park when he’d been clinging to Charlie like his life depended on it. He liked to act tough (and who did he pick that up from, I wonder?), but really, Shayne just didn’t want to be alone.

He’d be lying if he said he couldn’t understand that feeling.

Elliott swallowed again, fighting the lump in his throat and the swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“Want me to sit with you?”

Shayne opened his eyes, looking genuinely surprised.

Elliott sank down on the sofa without waiting for a verbal answer. He hit the cushions a little too quickly for his stomach’s liking. It shifted noisily, semi-digested contents swimming around inside. “Now, if you think you can feel someone breathing on you, you can tell yourself it’s just me.”

“Ugh,” Shayne groaned, curling up on his side so that the top of his head was just next to – scarcely touching – Elliott’s thigh. “Do not breathe on me, man.”

Elliott smiled through his vaguely-concealed discomfort, glad that Shayne wasn’t facing him. “Afraid you’ll catch vampire cooties?”

Shayne didn’t respond beyond a soft groan that Elliott interpreted as “shut the fuck up, old man”. So even though he’d have loved to keep taunting his cousin and keep himself distracted, Elliott shut up, letting his neck rest against the back of the sofa and draping one arm up over his eyes. Lack of vision made the world feel a little less like the spinning drum of a washing machine. Elliott regretted dreaming up that metaphor, gritting his teeth as he realised his stomach felt like such a drum, too.

He was swallowing constantly, every few seconds now, chest tight with the effort of drawing slow, shallow breaths. It felt like the fibres holding his being together were frayed and left just shaky enough to throw everything off without causing him any actual, physical pain. Beneath it all was a tiny flame of anger; what the hell was the point in becoming a vampire if feeling unexplainably shitty at inconvenient intervals was still on the table?

An icy shiver ran down Elliott’s back, and he flinched where he sat. He slid his hand around the back of his neck and gulped another wave of saliva. Nothing was there, yet when he exhaled, he shuddered again. Shayne’s talk about Madelyn must have wormed its way into Elliott’s mind. Lord, he really was a mess.

He glanced down to make sure his sudden jump hadn’t disturbed Shayne. It was hard to tell if the boy was sleeping or just trying very hard to stay still. At least he didn’t seem to be panicked or shaking anymore. Elliott desperately wanted to stand up and walk around; moving and distracting himself would surely ease the building pain in his stomach, but he didn’t think he could get up without jostling Shayne.

Sucking in a breath and trying to brace his stomach for the move, Elliott shifted his weight on the sofa, cringing at how much the cushions flexed with him. He watched Shayne’s head, his breath still caught somewhere between his belly and his lungs. Another trickle of unpleasantly cool sweat ran down the back of his neck and his hands shook until he dropped the weight of his head into them. His elbows felt unbalanced on his knees. His stomach flipped, and he swallowed measuredly against its protests.

“El?”

“Yeah,” Elliott choked out, though he’d meant to give a friendly, open yeah? As in Felix’s chirpy Yeah, buddy? Are you okay? What can I do for you?

“Y’alright?” was all Shayne replied with.

“I’m good, yeah.” Upon tasting blood and bile, Elliott gulped again. “Just relax, okay? No one’s going to –”

Elliott jammed a fist against his lips in time to stifle a wet, shallow belch. The sound was so sudden and violent that his head shot forward, almost ducking between his own knees.

“Fuck,” Shayne gasped, scrambling upright despite the fact his eyes were barely open. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Elliott half-snapped, annoyance at himself manifesting as annoyance at Shayne. “I may have pushed myself a bit this morning, but I’m –”

He was once again cut off by a belch, this one rumbling up from much deeper inside him. His belly continued bubbling even after the air stopped being pushed up.

“El, I think you need to –”

“Don’t.” Elliott shook his head.

“Why did –” Shayne winced slightly and rubbed at his head. “Why didn’t you say you were feeling sick?”

“Because I was trying to look after you!” Elliott sighed into his hands. The tiny burst of frustration was dizzying on top of everything else. “Lord fucking knows you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Fuck you,” Shayne said back, though his voice was empty of any of its usual fight. “I’m – I’m trying, I’ve been trying… Elliott, just go to the sink!”

Elliott’s shoulders rolled as he covered his mouth with his palm, feeling a thick film grow over his tongue. He was tempted to swallow it down again but a cramp ripped through his gut, making all of his organs squeeze in defiance of him swallowing anything.

“Shit,” he somehow mumbled, sitting forward and pushing himself to his feet as Shayne pushed – weakly but with good intentions – at his back to help him up. Elliott sprinted across the kitchen tiles and flung himself at the sink, stars in his vision and blood in his mouth. He was unbearably dizzy as he heaved up what he’d drank that morning. At least it had been an animal-blood day, and he wasn’t watching mouthfuls of human blood pooling in the sink and trickling into the drain.

It was a waste, but it could have been worse. He choked on a sob, realising he’d never thought like this until Felix.

“Fuck,” Elliott gasped when something moved next to him. He hadn’t even noticed Shayne following him to the sink. “Christ. I feel awful… Why – why do I feel this bad?”

“You’re trying to force something you’re not capable of.” Shayne folded his arms and rested them on the countertop, eyes falling shut again.

Elliott spat bitterly towards the drain. “How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Because that’s my whole life summed up, El.”

Elliott gripped the neck of the tap and turned it on, directing the water around the sink to get rid of the mess he’d made. His head was spinning and his nerves still felt alive with electricity and just wrong in general, but his belly felt a lot better. He felt like he could breathe normally again.

“You okay?”

“I think so.” Elliott rinsed his mouth, running tap water into his palm and lifting it to his lips. It was cool, and soothing on his throat after the retching.

Shayne looked positively miserable as their eyes met. “What now?”

As he shut off the tap, Elliott brushed a wet hand across the back of his own neck, relishing the cold drip that started trailing down his back. He shut his eyes, feeling like he was ready to drift off to sleep on his feet, like a horse.

“Well,” he said, “how would you like to take a nap on a really nice mattress?”

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Member: LEE JUYEON

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, chaebol feels cause i can totally see juyeon as a chaebol who’s self-sustaining idk

A/N: Here’s juyeon in something that looks like a suit/formal wear cause i couldn’t find a gif of him in a suit :”) m sed. i’m also very very very weak for settings that are of high-class and somewhat jazzy/sophisticated/expensive themes. throwing in romance just boosts the bonus points ;”)

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Frustrated (light smut) 

Love Somebody (light smut)

Play With Fire (smut) 

you couldn’t help but to smile softly at the sound of your colleagues lowkey dissing the hell out of your boss. you’ve been working at this law firm for nearly half a year now, and nearly nobody working in the building has any clue how your boss looks like. 

there wasn’t a single photo of him in the building, and even if there was, the only person who knew how he looked like refused to disclose the information. 

“don’t you find it strange that mr lee sangyeon refuses to tell us how our boss even looks like? surely there’s some portrait of him hanging somewhere in the office,” you look at chanhee who was on the verge of spitting his food out in the midst of aggressively complaining. 

you laugh, using your tongue and cleaning the small bits of tomato and lettuce from your teeth, watching sunwoo grab a napkin. you expected him to wipe his mouth before going off on a diss, but he just crumples it in his hand and says whatever he wanted to say.

“i asked him before and he said that we’d gossip about him if we knew who he really was. all i know is that he hasn’t been in the building since his father gave him the law firm.”

“huh?” chanhee’s eyes were wide open and staring at sunwoo upon the new information. “don’t tell me... so he’s just a chaebol who thinks he doesn’t need to work just ‘cause his father owns the company? wha... this guy is really something else...”

you exchange glances with eric, who had been silent alongside you and listening to the conversation. 

“if you google the law firm and his father’s name, only his father’s name comes up,” sunwoo pulls up his phone, mouth still chewing on the last bit of his pasta.

“oh! what’s his name? are there any pictures of him?” chanhee leaned towards the younger, trying to take a look at the phone screen while sunwoo googles the name.

“ah, he’s only been referred to as the son of his father... no pictures of him...” 

chanhee bares his teeth in disappointment, pulling away and returning his attention to his food. 

“what’s the internet good for if we can’t even find the information we need...”

you chuckle, taking a sip from your coffee. 

the last six months you’ve been working here, you’ve been clearing every case with ease. you’ve worked with chanhee, sunwoo and with eric on the latest one, and you’ve won every case you needed to turn up in court for. 

but all those wins were at the expense of your sleep and alone time. 

there was nothing for you to worry about though, mr lee sangyeon has already given you feedback that you were doing well anyway.

but you couldn’t help but wonder: just who is your boss?

you, chanhee, eric and sunwoo entered the company in the same batch six months ago, and since then your boss has not once stepped into the building. what was strange was that nobody else has spoken about him. it almost seemed like every other employee under the law firm was either terrified to even speak of him, or that they were simply clueless. 

you’ve tried digging the information from the colleague sitting next to your cubicle: lee jaehyun. 

but never does he once budge. all he’s ever done when you ask about your phantom boss was shake his head and tell you not to ask anybody else about him. you’ve tried to ask if he was a scary boss or that he’s never even seen him before, but he shooed you away and told you to focus on your cases instead.

the week passes in a flash, with a new case you’ve been working on with chanhee that’s been holding the both of you back in office till late hours was killing you. if it wasn’t for mr lee sangyeon shutting off all the electricity in the office, you and chanhee would’ve probably spent the night there. 

“the both of you are allowed to report to office at 10 am tomorrow. you guys get two hours discount because i know this case is pretty tough. it’s your first business lawsuit, right?”

chanhee’s eyes were rolled back so far in his head that he looked drunk, so you take the initiative to respond by nodding with whatever energy you had left in you. 

“okay. good job for now. go home,” the manager taps on chanhee’s shoulders and jerks him a little. “go home or the both of you are fired!” 

chanhee shoots up at the word “fired”, only bowing in apology before the both of you gets chased out of the office. 

THE NEXT MORNING

“GOOOOOOD MOR--”

“shut the fuck up!” 

you turn your head sharply at sunwoo who hissed at you. he was seated near the entrance of the office, so he was the first person to hear you push open the doors like you were entering heaven.

“well, that’s not very kind of yo--”

“he’s fucking here, you dumbwit!” sunwoo has a finger pressed to his lips and a look of urgency cemented into his face. frankly, he looked like he was in pain. 

eric, who was sitting right next to him, looks at both you and chanhee and shakes his head gently. 

you look around the office, and you notice everybody’s heads were dipped into their laptops and case files. it was so quiet, it’ll be an understatement if you said you could hear a pin drop. 

“i’m sorry, who’s here?” you frown at sunwoo, frowning a little while you remember you didn’t bother wearing a brooch. it wasn’t compulsory, but mr lee sangyeon has mentioned before that it was an office tradition. you note that nobody else has the brooch on besides chanhee and lee jaehyun. 

“oh my god, you’re a fucki--”

“oh!” you hear your manager call out. you and chanhee react to the enthusiastic greeting, and you see your manager walking along the larger offices and around the cubicles where you worked. “the both of you are here! i was beginning to worry you were going to be late.”

mr lee sangyeon stops about two metres before you, hands in his pocket. you notice he has a brooch on his breast pocket, and you don’t remember him ever wearing it. 

“why don’t the two of you settle down for a bit, and around...” he looks at his watch. “ten thirty? meet me outside the CEO’s office.”

you hear chanhee hiccup at the instruction. though you were a lawyer yourself, you take longer than necessary to process the information.

“huh?” you blurt out. you notice sunwoo facepalming in the corner of your eye while your manager had the stiffest smile on his face. “the... the CEO?”

“yes, the CEO.”

you hear chanhee stammer a little bit. “uh... i... did we do anything wrong? are we getting fired? why are we going to the CEO’s of--”

“oh, no! none of that,” your manager bursts into laughter and waves his hand in your faces. “the CEO was just looking through the case files and he thinks this one is going to be tricky. he’s thinking of helping the both of you through it!”

your face doesn’t move, but your eyes turn to look at chanhee who was now standing right next to you.

the ceo hasn’t even been in the damn building since he got the law firm. who does he think he is, thinking of helping us ‘through it’?

“oh, don’t sweat it! he’s not as bad as people say, trust me.”

you force out a weak smile, noticing sunwoo giving you two thumbs-up without smiling. it was as if he was sending you off to your death.

“ohmygod we’re gonna get fired we’re gonna get fired ohmyjesus we’re going to get fired we’regonnagetfi--”

“shut your trap, would you?” you whisper harshly, punching chanhee lightly in his arm. the both of you were standing outside the CEO’s office, the digital clock in the corner of the space displaying 1027.

“mr lee already said we’re not getting fired, so stop freaking out on me!” you urge him to collect himself as you hear the door of your manager’s door click open.

“when you’re inside, just address him with ‘sir’ and mr lee if you’re talking to me, okay?” your manager grins widely at you. you absorb his demeanor, only now realising that he must’ve known that the ceo was going to come into office today. there was no other reason why he chose today to wear the brooch. 

“relax, and just hear him out carefully with whatever he says, okay? the both of you will be fine as long as i’m around.”

you frown to yourself, and you could almost hear chanhee get a whole asthma attack behind you.

‘you’ll be fine as long as i’m around’? is this guy a wolf or vampire or something?

your manager turns and knocks on the frosted glass, and you turn to notice a vague, dark shadow standing inside. 

“come in.”

your manager pushes the door open, and chanhee pushes you to enter the office first.

the first thing you notice was the scent of the space once you were inside. 

there was a light scent that reminded you of the mountains and trees whenever you went hiking. the scent of dew, pine trees and fresh air was the only thing you could smell. 

the next thing you noticed was how incredibly neat and large the office was. you’ve never stepped into this office before, and though mr lee sangyeon’s was right next to this office, it looked like it was easily double the size of his. 

“go easy on them,” your manager’s voice snapped you back to reality. you found yourself standing awkwardly behind the chairs that looked expensive on its own. “don’t scare my newbies, please.”

you hear your manager laugh. your eyes travel from the orientation of the room and it’s black and golden-brown colors to see the man that sent the entire office into complete silence since you’ve stepped in, and you nearly lost your grip on all the files you had in your arm. 

“why?” your boss laughs as he turns around from the shelf behind his desk, placing a file on the surface before looking at you and chanhee. “there’s no reason for them to be scared as long as they haven’t done anything wrong.”

you blink multiple times, forgetting that anybody might’ve thought you had something in your eye if they saw it. your boss looked even younger than your manager, and he wasn’t even in a suit.

he was in a blue blazer with silver buttons, with a button down top underneath and black pants with his hair waxed upwards. had you not known this man was your boss, you would’ve thought he was some random guy who broke into his office. you were expecting someone in his mid thirties or something, so seeing someone barely a few years older than you standing in the office labelled ‘CEO’ was difficult to swallow.

“choi chanhee, right?” he first looks at your friend, fingers mindlessly fiddling with each other behind the files he was holding in his hands. chanhee quickly bows. you observe carefully as his eyes travel from chanhee to you. 

“you... you’re the one who’s closed like, three cases in the six months you were here, right?” he tilts his head while he asks the question. you bow cautiously with your hand over your chest.

“i only let them take up this case because they both stood out to me the most,” your manager pulls out both chairs at the table, gesturing to the both of you to sit. the ceo smiles, turning and leaning his rear against the edge of the table. he looks out the window behind his desk and beside the shelf, watching the city pass by second by second. 

your manager gets the both of you settled in the seats like a parent, and you watch as chanhee tries his best to speak with his eyes. 

your manager shakes his head lightly, only to pat chanhee on his shoulder. 

“don’t you dare scare them!” your manager warns the ceo. he looks over his shoulder and nods without a smile. chanhee looks worriedly at your manager leaving the office, physically uneasy as the door shuts with a click. 

there was a heavy, awkward silence that hung in the air while both you and chanhee watch your ceo stare out of the window. you couldn’t even see his face because all you were looking at were the creases on his back. 

“the first rule i need you two to follow if we are to work together is professionalism,” his voice startles you, but he doesn’t turn around. “meaning that whatever obstacles that come by, we discuss it as a team. the company that filed for this lawsuit, objectively speaking, was in the wrong. it’s highly likely that we’ll lose as the defendant if we make one small mistake.”

you hear chanhee gulp, and if it was loud enough for you to hear, your ceo probably heard it too. 

he finally pushes himself off the desk and turns around, pulling out the chair so he was now sitting facing the both of you. 

his eyes were so focused, so serious, that you realise now why your manager hasn’t said anything about him to any of you newbies. 

he was intimidating and there was a look of sheer determination in him that would’ve scared the balls out of certain people. lee jaehyun was probably one of them. 

your manager must’ve told anybody who has already met him to keep quiet about his intimidating personality. 

but... where the hell has he been the last six months? and was he even qualified to be giving us this speech?

“the second thing i need the both of you to know is that this isn’t going to be an easy case. i’m going to need the both of you to commit to it right now, and if you can’t just be honest. i’m not going to fire you just because you’re worried about losing a difficult case in the first six months you’re working here.”

you purse your lips, confident that you were going to get through this, even if it meant losing. 

chanhee doesn’t agree though.

“actually,” you snap your head to glare at chanhee when he opens his mouth. your ceo leans back in his seat, his face a lack of emotion. “i can’t deny i’m worried that we’re going to lose the case. i agree that there’s a high chance that we might lose as the defense counsel so--”

“are you nuts?” you interrupt him with a low voice. as if your ceo isn’t going to hear it. “so what if we lose the case?”

“i’m sorry, i just--”

“no, it’s fine, i totally understand,” your ceo shakes his head and leans forward again, resting his arms on the surface of the desk and reaching for the case file. “i know how it feels like to lose a case, even when you know it’s difficult to win.”

you snap your head back to the man sitting opposite you with eyes made of steel, completely forgetting that he was your ceo. 

‘i know how it feels’?

“sangyeon hyung told me that you were exhausted yesterday after working on this case all day, so i’m giving you a chance to walk away and trust me and y/n with it.”

you return your attention to chanhee, your head chanting “no no no no no no please no”

but chanhee gives you an apologetic look. 

you sigh and resign to fate, wanting to bury your face in your palms, but the sound of your ceo clicking on a pen prevents you from doing so. 

“alright, i’ll get the details of the case fixed by the end of the day. before you clock out in the evening, do give it a check and inform me if your name is still on the case in the system.”

he scribbles something in the case file and gives chanhee a look that you couldn’t read. no smile, no nod, nothing. 

“if there’re no further questions then you may leave,” he directs the instruction at chanhee. you look at him with begging eyes, telling him not to ditch you alone with this man. 

you should’ve known chanhee was merciless at heart, and you were on the verge of cursing at him when you see him shoot you a cheeky smile when you watch him escape. 

your eyes remain glued to chanhee’s back as he exits the office, and the frosted glass door takes forever to close.

“anything about the glass door that’s so fascinating to you?” 

you turn your neck so fast at his question that you feel a nerve snap. you wince a little at the pain that shoots up your head, but you manage to collect yourself while he looks through the case file that chanhee left behind. 

“i know what you’re thinking,” he looks up at you through his lashes, and you’ve never seen the whites of someone’s eyes so... glaring. “but i’m very sure you don’t need to concern yourself with whatever those questions or thoughts are.”

he closes the case file and leans forward, so much that you felt the need to lean back into your seat. 

“all you need to know is that i’m here to help you with this case, despite the level of difficulty. and i want you to know that i have faith in you. that even if you lose, you would’ve fought a good fight.”

what in the world is he even talking about now?

he doesn’t give you time to let nonsensical thoughts run through your head. all he does was fumble around in his drawers for some blank paper and he furiously types on his computer.

you weren’t sure if you were just overwhelmed by all the questions that you couldn’t even form in your head, or that he just waltzed in here and took over a case that belonged to you and chanhee. either way, you were completely dumbfounded. 

he prints you a case file sheet, and before you could even read what was on it, he speaks again. 

“just follow that sheet and do whatever you need to do to find the information and details. after you’re done, you will submit it back to me and i’ll hand you the next sheet.”

what?

“i’m sorry, wha--”

“did i say you could ask questions?” he looks at you, writing stopped and the tip of the pen still on a piece of paper in the file. you unconsciously shoot him a dirty look at his response, but you don’t realise it yourself because he doesn’t bother giving you a reaction.

“you may return to your working space. have it done by tonight and get out of the office by 8pm. you will report to me tomorrow at 8am, and if you’re late, you’ll be removed from the case.”

8pm was earlier than the recommended end-of-work time.

you open your mouth to protest, not realising that your face has contorted into a mess of anger and completely disbelief. but he looks up at you again, and if his eyes could talk, you swore they said, shut up and get out.

you swallow your pride, sucking a deep breath so hard that you were sure he could hear it. you stand up, give a polite bow, and turn on your heels to leave his office. 

once the door clicks behind you and you make sure your manager was back in his office, you start mouthing long strings of vulgarities, trembling and shaking within your control. 

“motherfucker-- what the fuck--”

you return to your seat opposite chanhee’s, and sunwoo and eric rush over to you at the sight of your silent tantrum.

“what happened? is he as shitty as we predicted him to be?”

you huff and bury your face into your hands, careful not to let your fingers mess up your hair. 

“i should’ve dropped the damn case, ugh,” you groan, not wanting to engage in a gossip session with sunwoo and eric. chanhee shoos them away to let you work on whatever you were told to do, and you did just that. 

to your dismay, this cycle repeats itself for the next two weeks. 

nothing but filling up case file sheets like it was homework, and your boss never once has a conversation about it with you. you were starting to wonder if he was just feeding you worksheets to help him get through the case because there was nearly nothing else you could think of that he could’ve been working on on his own. 

you were more than happy to be working on this case, and though you were given more time to rest at home, you were losing time with your colleagues. on top of that, it’s not like you went to sleep the moment you got home. you worked on it until your eyes couldn’t bear to stay open, and it wasn’t difficult to notice because sunwoo made fun of your eyebags one week after you started filling up case file worksheets. 

you were ready to storm into his office in strong protest one morning, but your manager breaks the unfortunate news to you on a bright, sunny day.

“excuse me?” your mouth hung agape at the new information. “he wants me to what?”

sunwoo, eric and chanhee look up from their desks and watches as you painfully process the instructions. your manager doesn’t do anything besides continue the rest of the message relayed from your ceo.

“there’ll be a Porsche at the entrance of the building in about an hour’s time, so you should have all things case-related with you when you get into the car.”

you couldn’t believe your fucking ears.

not only was he feeding you worksheets, now you had to fix your work schedule around him?

you were huffing as you searched through his shelves for the case-related items, only to realise there was nothing left of it in his office. you couldn’t be bothered wondering where all the materials were, because everything the case needed had been filled up by you, and he’s probably stashed it somewhere waiting to claim the credit for himself. 

chanhee watches you as you gather every file and sheet of paper case-related from your work space, and you don’t bother finishing your coffee before offering it to chanhee. 

“call the fucking police if i don’t text you by dinner please,” you nearly snap at chanhee, filled with frustration and anger. he laughs at your demise, taking a sip from the coffee you barely drank as you drag yourself to leave the office. 

your suitcase was much heavier than usual with all the case files in it, so you were only grateful that the Porsche’s chauffeur was kind enough to help you get the door open. 

“sorry for needing you to get the door open,” you huff, slightly out of breath as the chauffeur returns to the driver’s seat. you pull the seatbelt over your chest and buckle it, patting down the creases of your pants and blazer. 

“oh, no it’s totally normal! we’ve been instructed to help whoever’s getting into the vehicles mr lee send anyway, regardless of the things they are carrying.”

“uh... mr lee? lee sang yeon?” 

“huh?” the driver looks at your through the rear mirror. his eyes light up once he processes your words and chuckles warmly. “oh, no. mr lee sangyeon is the manager of the law firm. i’m talking about mr lee juyeon, the ceo.”

so that’s his name.

“oh,” you mumble to yourself, looking out the window as the car drives away from the building. “lee juyeon... would’ve been more convincing if lee sangyeon was the one who gave those instructions.”

“did you say something?” 

“uh--” you stutter. 

shit. 

“i--”

“are you one of his lawyers who think that he’s mean and cold and unreasonable?” he smiles at you with a look of mischief in his eyes. 

isn’t he?

asshole.

you struggle to read his expression, because all you could think of was the fact that you were on his way to his home office just because he was ‘unable to be in the office today’.

“judging by your silence, i’m guessing you are one of those people.”

you look away, telling yourself to shut up before you say anything horrible and get yourself fired. 

the chauffeur must’ve picked up on your discomfort, and he doesn’t say anything else the rest of the drive. 

the drive was barely ten minutes compared to the near one hour it took you to travel from your apartment to the office. but what was more shocking to you was where this douchebag lived. 

the Porsche stops at a building in an area that you’ve never stepped foot in, for the sole reason that this was the most expensive building in the city. 

you should’ve expected it, but seeing it for yourself and being physically present made it all the more harder to believe it. 

you were so busy looking up at the building in awe from the inside of the car that you don’t notice the chauffeur get the door open, and someone else comes to get your suitcase for you. 

you now notice both the chauffeur and the man who took your suitcase for you had brooches of the same design but different colors on their blazers. 

you follow the man who took your suitcase into the lift lobby, the chandelier that hung way up above your head was the first thing that you took notice of. the walls and floor were black and gold, and everything else in the lift lobby was either silver or bronze. 

you would’ve totally thought this was a hotel if you didn’t know your ceo lived here. 

you stand in awkward silence as the lift ascends to the top floor, and it takes you a moment to realise that the top floor were all penthouses because the lift stops, and the man presses a button before the doors opens directly into someone’s living room. 

your eyes widen in wonder, and for a moment you believed you were in some sightseeing tower. beyond the living room was a whole glass wall that spanned the length of the living room, allowing you to take in the view of the city. 

there were two flights of stairs on both sides as you exit the lift, and you catch a glimpse of the extremely large television screen mounted onto the wall on the left, and the kitchen on the right. 

you could’ve spent the entire time just gawking at the orientation and the view, but the sound of shoes clacking against the marble floor steals your attention away. 

you turn, your footing now adjacent to the first steps of the stairs on both sides, only to see your boss walking down the steps with a phone held to his ear. 

the man who has your suitcase bows, earning a small nod and wave from your ceo. 

huh, the waving is new. 

the man lays your suitcase down by the table that was sitting on huge rug on the floor in the middle of the living room. you walk over, scanning the expensive looking three-set sofa that surrounded the table, the only empty side facing the television that looked more like a theatre screen up close. 

“i understand,” you watch as your ceo pats the man on his back and send him off, attention still on the conversation on the phone. “i look forward to meeting you next month, mr shin. always an honour working with you.”

you turn back, now looking at the table and the sofas, but your eyes naturally follow the light, and you begin walking to the glass window where the city passes by below your feet. cars were the size of ants and humans looked like specks of dust. 

“you know i just got my windows cleaned yesterday.”

you step back, quickly realising that you were so cooped up with staring at the world outside that you pressed your forehead and nose against the surface of the glass, leaving ugly marks on it. your hands fly up to your mouth, your eyes widening at the sight. 

your first instinct was to reach up with your arm and wipe it off, but your boss was suddenly next to you, his grip on your wrist stopping whatever you wanted to do. 

“it’s fine. leave it be, i’ll get someone to wipe it off later.”

he releases his hold on you and walks away. 

you wince quietly to yourself, mentally berating yourself for being so mindless and careless despite being in his (pent)house while he picks up your suitcase and takes out all the case files. 

“i need you to look through the 3rd and 7th piece over and tell me more about the company’s leases and financial bonds,” he looks through the file and leaves it open on the third sheet, laying it flat on the table. “give me a minute.”

you sit on the sofa, your heels making it difficult to walk on the rug. you watch as he takes two steps at a time up the stairs and disappears behind a wall that you assume was a hallway. 

you spent a whole day staring at each piece of worksheet, so you’ve basically memorised everything about the third and seventh sheet he needed you to look at. 

you wonder why he was wearing an all black fit in the comfort of his own home instead. 

within a minute he was rushing back down the stairs, and in his hand was a file you’ve never seen before. there were so many sheets in it that you wonder if it was just torn right out of a book.

but he lays it down next to yours, and everything in it was case-related with information that you’ve never seen before. 

he lets you look through the sheets in his file, and you can’t help to stare at him with utter confusion. he catches you watching him with a perplexed expression and allows you a few moments before everything clicks in your head.

“you’re a fucking lawyer.”

Part 2: Frustrated

[chocolate-parfait]

Okay, I just got myself a tumblr account to ask for this Ikémen Vampire scenario, because the world needs this. Can you do one where the MC questions Mozart about his song "Leck mich im Arsch" (Ger. for "Kiss my ass" (lit. Lick me in the ass). I just can't imagine IkéVamp Mozart composing something like this so please be creative and do something funny. The song really exists btw. Real Mozart was a savage.

Started off serious, became trashy insults somewhere in the middle

Mozart being asked about his song “Kiss my ass” - ikevamp scenario (TW; mature language)

Thoughts are in italic

Bold AND italic is just me highlighting something

"Ugh, it hasn't even been a week and Sebastian is already burying me with work!" You mentally whined as you stretched your arms over your head. "Collect the sheets, wash the dishes, polish the shoes and wash the tablecloths..." each chore you listed made one of your fingers go up, and as the count reached ten you let out a deep sigh. You weren't even nowhere to be finished. "...ain't mama raise no weak bitch. Better get done with this before Sebastian yeets me into oblivion", you quietly spoke to yourself before going back to your full time slavery.

A lonely figure in the long corridor, you walked slightly bent forward for both the heaviness of the basket you were carrying and the mental and physical tiredness of your untrained body. As you took a turn at the end of the hallway, the lone sound of your footsteps found a companion. A sweet melody, a familiar one you had heard as a child, drifted through the air and waltzed its way to your ears. About ten meters from you there was the music room; you remembered it from Sebastian's tour of the house, but mostly because of the ever-so-friendly white haired composer that threatened you to stay kilometers away from him unless you wanted to be smacked to outer space. You had every intention of listening to him and avoiding any type of unnecessary contact with the man, but right now an irresistible curiosity pushed your feet to the prohibited door.

Was he composing something? Would he let you listen to one piece of his or play a modern-time song if you begged hard enough? somebody come git her she's dancing like a stripper If getting on your knees and throwing the last ounce of dignity you still had out of the window meant getting to witness Mozart's genius with your own two eyes --an impassable opportunity, too taunting to be ignored-- then someone better had to open up their purse and buy you some protective knee pads, 'cause ya girl was ready to crawl all around the mansion to get that P iano performance.

Inhaling some well needed air to get oxygen to your already malfunctioning brain in preparation of what was to come, you left the heavy basket full of dirty laundry and responsibilities behind and gently pushed the door open while peeking in with your head through the opening. As soon as he felt a pair of eyes on his back, Mozart abruptly stopped his magical fingers to turn to you, face contorted in an annoyed grimace.

Mozart: what.

MC: I- uh- uhm,,,, uhhhh- I... um

"Great job, chicken brain. The hero I absolutely didn't need right now"

Mozart: "I- uh- uhm,,,, uhhhh- I... um"...? I understand 15 languages and troglodyte isn't one of them. If you have nothing to say then leave.

MC: wait I-

Mozart: you didn't even knock. Are you really that impolite or did you grow up in a cave or something?

It hadn't even been 30 seconds and you had already been owned so hard not even a burnt Thanksgiving turkey could compare to this level of roasting, but there was no way in hell you were going to give up just for some edgy frail-looking man spouting some insults at you. You could probably smash him to the ground if you wanted, maybe... actually it would probably end with him snapping your neck like a twig, but at least the will to punch him was there.

You were ready to talk back with a savage comeback of your own, but before your mind could send the input to your mouth, his curt tone cut you off.

Mozart: Staring at people is a normal thing for future people? Makes me pity mankind. Get out.

...as kind as ever, the pianist! Kinda makes you want to kick him in the shins but you kept that thought to yourself.

As you were about to leave, two pair of footsteps got nearer to you from the corridor. Turning your head to the side you saw the clown duo making its way to the room, and you knew they were the ones who could provide you with the perfect chance to either succeed in your intent or bring you to a violent death.

Arthur: Oh my, what's happening in here? Is our wolfie making a move on our lovely MC before I can ask her out on a date myself?

Dazai: Good evening, Toshiko-san! Is something the matter?

And if this was your only opportunity, then you were going to use all your cards from the beginning. Mustering the best puppy eyes you could manage, you turned to the couple, and with a slightly whiny tone that resembled a half plea for help, you said:

MC: Ah, Arthur, Dazai-san! I just wanted to ask Mozart if I could listen to him playing the piano but he did nothing but be mean to me the whole time! I didn't even speak a word and he's already told me to leave twice~

Mozart: Which you didn't. So now I'm telling you a third time, leck mich. (=bug off)

Catching your subtle hint and feeling in the right mood to mess with the other fellow vampire, they decided to fan the flames of his annoyance by bringing in the discussion that one thing they knew he abhorred talking about.

Arthur: "Leck mich"? Why, Wolfie, you surprise me! You really haven't changed from your youth days, haven't you? My dear MC, did you know that the genius pianist here wrote a song called "Leck mich im Arsch"? A song about licking bums!

Dazai: Buttholes!

Arthur: Arseholes!

Dazai: Bungholes!

This was NOT the type of conversation you would've expected to have in a house full of historically important figures of such caliber, and foremost you were so close to bursting into a raging fit of laughter that only the scary aura of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was preventing you to do so. Despite the amusement you were worried the vein on his temple would explode and show you something you did not sign up for.

Mozart: Haven't I already told you not to bring that up?

Dazai: My, what a chilling smile, Wolfie-kun! Keep that up and you'll scare all the ladies away~

MC: pft——— what ladies?

Mozart: What are you laughing about, dumbass

Arthur: Woah, woah, woah! That's not the proper way to speak to a lady, Mozie! Bad wolf, bad!

Mozart: Did you take me for a dog, you four eyed caveman?

The more the snow white haired man was filled with rage, the more the situation escalated into something even more ridiculous , so much that in the midst of it you didn't even mind the recent insult.

But something was nagging you at the back of your mind. Why did someone as much as a clean freak as him write a song about licking ass? Though you realized Arthur probably gave you the literal translation just to be more direct about his bullying, you guessed it still was something pretty vulgar for someone like him. although you had to admit that the gracious idea you had of him crumbled away the second he opened his mouth

MC: I would've never expected someone like you to write such a song...

Mozart: What are you talking about?

MC: Uhm, you know, you're pretty neat, you don't let anyone touch your piano because of their 'filthy hands'... a piece about butts is a bit...

Mozart: I was still young at the time. My humor used to be different from now, people change in the span of 100 years, you know?

Arthur: Sense of humor? I wasn't aware you had one!

Mozart: Ahahah, so very funny, you stupid tratschtante (=gossip aunt)

Dazai: Maa maa (=now, now ; ara ara maa maa), I don't think the song is that out of character. After all, "licking butts" still has the idea of cleaning something, doesn't it?

Everyone: ...

Arthur: ...That was a bit too much

MC: Yeah, it was.

Mozart: Disgusting. This is why I dont like you people

MC: Wait, so can I listen to-

Mozart: Scram. All of you.

[brideofcthulhu10]

I promised you guys I'd whittle something out before the end of the day! (Currently its 11:30 here, so I made my deadline lol) So here's a bit of drama and fluff. Every couple fights, even vampires, but the most important thing is to take responsibility for your actions and communicate. With that in mind, I give you: 

Lost Boys Make Their Fem!S/O Cry During a Fight

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, Possible Triggers, Topics of Physical and Verbal Anger

David

David is not known to mince words in any scenario, so you can bet that means he chooses an s/o who can handle his bluntness. The same could be said for your fights. Unlike Dwayne and Paul, David rarely yells anymore. Instead he's harsh, cold, and what he says often hits very hard. He doesn't tip toe around when he's calm, you can damn well bet he isn't going to be considerate when you tick him off. He can be quite jealous at times, but often it doesn't lead to a fight. Admittedly he can be a tad petty as well, but getting genuinely enraged towards you is not as common. A spat is one thing, but a serious fight can get ugly fast. He is almost jolted when he hears a sharp breath muffled under your hand. Hell he's only ever heard you make that sound during sex, and this was definitely no time to be turned on. He'll turn around and see you with your hand over your mouth trying to hide your shame and feel ungodly levels of guilt. 

David's words are harsh, and when you turn out of the room he's still sitting there utterly flabbergasted that you had such a tearful expression. After all, you had to know he didn't mean it..right?

David will definitely sulk, he hates admitting he was wrong. Not necessarily because he thinks he's in the right for being cruel, but rather he's sure you just need space and then things will get better. He'll expect you back any day... So when you don't, he kind of goes into denial and will wait, and wait… and wait... 

The guys stopped asking about you because every time he hears your name mentioned he grows more pissed off. Eventually he explodes in a rage, which is extremely rare for David.

"So uh.. about Y/N-"

"Why isn't she back yet?! This is stupid, she should know that I don't mean it!"

"Hey, David, man why don't you go talk to Y/N? I sure if you-"

"No! If she wants to stay away, fucking fine! Good riddance!"

Truthfully he's upset. Beyond that, really. He feels awful for making you cry, he's afraid you might hate him now, but he doesn't know how to approach the situation. Apologizing is difficult, to David it's a form of defeat and a part of him doesn't want to face that it's his fault you're gone. 

Eventually he caves in after a week and a half. He misses you like crazy! The guilt gnaw at him to the point that he can't sleep, he can't think straight. Even blood begins to have a bitter taste to it. 

It'll be a late night, closer to 3 am when he just silently appears in your room. If you're asleep he'll just stand there and watch you for a moment. Mostly trying to build up enough willpower to do what he's about to. 

Expect his apology to be kind of crappy. At least, at first. It'll come off as angry, even a bit misguided just because he really hates admitting he fucked up. But when he does, it's the most sincere, heartbreaking moment of your relationship. He may have to turn away from you and shut his eyes before any tears tempt his cheeks. You can't see him like that. Tears means he's getting emotional, that means he's growing attached, and attachment… it's a weakness. When he's weak and attached, people die. 

He lost a love before because he couldn't protect her, he's lost his brothers once because he got careless and underestimated his enemy, he can't lose more. 

Once he apologizes and you come back to him, he's a bit more attached to you physically. He'll hold you from behind with his chin on your shoulder while sitting on his bike, have you sit on his lap at the hotel, even on the boardwalk he's become more open by holding your hand. He isn't ready to say the big "L" word just yet, so this is the most he can muster. Whenever he's too harsh now he'll apologize by hugging you to him. David is still scared of getting close, but he's more afraid of pushing you away from his lack of filter.

Dwayne

It takes a lot to ruffle Dwayne's feathers, so already he's not one to be careless with his words. Unfortunately once he's pushed to that point all bets are off. This usually dismissive vampire of little words becomes an eruption of rage. A lot of it is physical. He'll throw a table or punch a hole in a cement wall. He doesn't mean to scare you. When he gets that worked up he becomes unbelievably tense, almost his body's way of warning you not to push him. With fangs out, standing in the wreckage of his rage he'll pause to see you failing to hold back a mess of tears and immediately stops.

At that point he's exhausted. Rage takes a lot out of him, in the end he just feels flustered and a bit ashamed for losing his cool. The longest a fight lasts is maybe a day or two, usually you give each other space but once he's made you cry that's a different story.

Even if you started the fight he recognizes he shouldn't have done what he did. Temper or not, that's not an excuse to blow up at you. He'll be frustrated with himself for losing grasp of his emotions, and he'll probably take some time to think over his words before trying to solve the issue. It's hard to look at someone else's point of view when you're pissed off at them, he knows that better than anyone. Especially since he grew up with siblings before becoming a vampire. When he's got a good grasp on himself he'll probably try to settle things with you so that you two can get things back to normal.

"Y/N… come here, please," he'll say softly, patting the seat next to him on the couch. As soon as you do, he slings his arm around your shoulder and yanks you into his chest. He doesn't look down at you or say a word, he'll rest his chin on his fist looking straight ahead searching for the right words. If it was a mutual argument he'll explain his own point of view after apologizing for losing his temper, and when it's your turn he'll listen quietly. If it was on him, he's even more remorseful. He's reaching almost a hundred years old by now, he should know better. Truthfully he had the same issue when he was alive, but he never meant to drive you to tears. You'll both sit quietly together on the couch, Dwayne rubbing your back until you've calmed down. After all is said and done he'll tell you how much he loves you, he doesn't want to leave any negative feelings still in your heart. Relationships are a pain, he knows that, but he cares about you more than his own life. 

Paul

Oh when you two go at it the gloves are off! Paul is the most emotional of the group, so when he gets mad all he sees is red. There will be a massive amount of yelling, he may even be fighting back some tears himself. He'll get physically frustrated, punching walls, throwing furniture, kicking things over. Yes, he might get in your face, and you can definitely expect him to bare his teeth at you. Especially if you're in his face too. By now it's not scary, just even more infuriating that he's trying to make to back out using intimidation. 

When you cry it can go one of two ways. It really depends on the context of the fight.

If you started it, or it was a mutual argument he may storm off somewhere in the cave. To him crying can be a cheap tactic to make him feel guilty, so if you've done it when you've done something wrong it upsets him… even more so because he feels like crap! He hates fighting with you! You're his kitten, his babe, regardless whether or not you started the fight he feels terrible seeing you like that. He's just so damn frustrated! After mellowing out with a thick ol' stick of the devil's lettuce he'll sulk out with his hands in his pockets. If you're still there he'll plop next to you and explain why he was so ticked off. Granted, it isn't exactly eloquent the way he puts it. After all emotions are tricky, he doesn't always know how to express himself verbally. If you've already left and it's still night, he'll fly over to your place and try to settle things with you. He doesn't want to go to bed angry at you, and he definitely doesn't want you going to bed upset with him.

If the fight was started by him, or if you're genuinely upset he'll stop. Especially if your tears are from him hurting you. Then it's all love. He sets aside his temper, and pulls you into his arms. It'll take a moment for him to calm down, but it's just a plethora of tender apologies while he holds you.

"I'm sorry kitty-cat," he coaxes you, holding your head to his chest. "Don't cry, okay? I hate it when you cry." 

If you aren't emotionally drained there'll probably be a lot of make-up sex in either situation. Once you two have made up, he wants to do everything he can to be close to you. Plus, he needs a release as well. Afterwards, he'll snuggle up to you still wearily mumbling apologies under his breath. 

Marko

Anger isn't a common emotion for Marko. Well, unchecked rage that is. He can get a little irritated, but it really takes a lot for him to lose his temper. Even still it's closer to David's methods than Paul. Again it's the context. If you've done something wrong or started the fight he'll be more prone to outbursts. 

While you're screaming at him, in his face he'll just watch you silently with a blank stare. On the surface he's calm. There's not a lot of yelling, but there can be some physical rage if you really push him. Marko would punch the wall and leave a crumbling chasm in his path, reminding you what happens when he's pushed too far. Truthfully he'd never put you in harm's way, but when he gets like this it's hard for him to stifle his predatorial rage that tends to poke through the cracks. 

If he's the one who's upset with you, even if it's on him, he probably won't let on at first. While not petty, he'll seem distant from you. In public he'll yank you to him like a wolf warning others to stay away from his mate, but alone in private won't touch you as much. You may try to ace your hand on his shoulder and he'd immediately excuse himself from the room to sulk. If you really get clingy he grows even more agitated and will have very rough angry sex with you, his fangs may even come out in the process. Especially if he's jealous.

 When you cry, it sucks. During a fight, after jealous defiling, when he intimidates you, it just sucks. If you step away from him he knows he's messed up. 

Part of him doesn't want to cave in so easily to your displays of emotion, but if you're legitimately hurt by his actions he'll just let out an exasperated sigh. He may excuse himself verbally for a moment to try and gather his thoughts, or he'll sit you down and try to explain his reasons for being so enraged. If it's on him he'll carry you to the couch and hold you to him. 

"*sigh* Look.. I'm sorry for going overboard the way I did, baby girl. I shouldn't have done that…"

If you cry after sex he'll feel like an utter asshole and hold you tight to him. He'll pet your hair, rub your back, even offer to let you smack him for being such a jerk. He may try to nibble your neck over kiss you until you start to giggle then give you his signature smile.

"There she is. I'm sorry I made you so sad, baby girl."

In all honesty this isn't a common occurrence. Marko still rarely ever gets mad at you, most of the time he's very laid back. So losing his temper is a bit jarring for him as well. He's never sure what will come out when he loses his temper, which is a huge reason why he does everything he can to keep himself in check. You may be a pain in the butt sometimes, but so can he. And above all, you're his pain in the butt. He still loves you more than anything at the end of the day. 

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

May I request a vampire dogfight over an injured MC? A group of vampires are all wanting her and Cecelia has to fight them off to protect what is hers. Vampires are turning on each other left and right as well? Full on feeding frenzy.

It was supposed to be a quiet night out with Cecilia, nothing too fancy. Just a long conversation to get to know her better, under the stars and the ethereal glow of the moon, far away from the town and any kind of interruptions. You had Cecilia and her melodic voice all to yourself. You could get lost in Cecilia’s dark eyes all you liked, because their glint fascinated you more than all the treasures you had sneakily claimed for yourself over the years.

Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t sensed anything was wrong. You were too engrossed in the direction the conversation was headed, in the lovely tension that was building between you with each carefully worded retort. The single spark of a touch would ignite a passion like no other, and you were looking forward to let it consume any other thought that wasn’t Cecilia and her predatory smirk that quirked her wonderful lips just so.

She was a work of art, and you wanted nothing more than to shower her with the attention and admiration she deserved.

Of course, nothing went to plan. The tension spiked not because of a heated moment between lovers, but because of an ambush and scrambled attempts to defend yourselves. Cecilia was thrown to the ground first, hissing and growling in the face of her attacker. You only get a second to look at their wild eyes and baring fangs before someone tackles you so hard all the air leaves your lungs, leaving you wheezing.

There’s a brief moment of total blackness when your head hits the ground, and the next thing you know, you are face down on the earth, you don’t feel the weight of your gun on you and the person restraining you – another human – is laughing an awful, raspy laugh that makes you shudder with disgust.

“That was too easy!” He says, after his chuckles subside. You can’t even properly glare at him, so you just settle for proving him wrong. It only takes a bit of focusing before he’s screaming and cursing at previously nonexistent flames that now lick hungrily at his shirt. It’s all you need to push him off you and deliver a solid kick to his jaw.

His head snaps back, and he yowls in pain. A hand raises to grab your leg and yank you back, and you briefly wonder how stubborn this guy is before a piercing pain in your thigh has you gasping in surprise.

“You’ll pay for that.” You hiss. The punch you give him fills you with satisfaction, and a second one with a little bit of magical energy ensures he is out cold. You retrieve your gun almost mechanically, clenching your teeth at the throbbing pain that threatens to overwhelm your very mind.

You don’t have time for this, not when you’re not sure if Cecilia is safe.

Thankfully, improvising is one of your best qualities. You’ve never used your witch powers to heal yourself before, and you have no idea how to even begin, but you put both hands over the wound and hope for the best.

It’s not instant relief. It’s a weird mix of sensations: you suddenly feel too cold and a moment later too hot. The world spins, and you let out a long string of curses that would make Enzo proud while you try to get a grasp on the situation. Still, after that brief moment of turmoil, your mind clears.

Making a mental note to check the wound later, your gaze snaps up, trying to locate her. There’s a flash of red in the corner of your eye that disappears almost instantly, but it’s all you need. You stumble around a couple of rocks big enough to obscure your vision, and finally find her.

She’s crouched, lips peeled back in a snarl, ready to block or evade any strike the other vampire throws at her. Both look equally wary of each other, gauging each other up, looking for any weaknesses. Neither look particularly hurt… Cecilia’s jacket is torn in the back, clearly ripped open by claws, but her skin has already healed.

She’s okay. She’s fine.

You let out a small sigh of relief.

The other vampire sniffs the air, eyes instantly falling on you. His whole expression changes in less than a second, a wicked grin stretching across his face when he sees your wound.

“A witch?” He asks, incredulously.

Cecilia is on him faster than you can blink, her guttural growl echoing clearly. She maneuvers over his hasty attack like a nimble cat, empowered by something else than the need to defend herself. Her strikes are powerful and precise and make him stumble back, eyes wide at the restless assault.

She’s moving with the intent to protect what is hers.

“Don’t you dare look at her!” She roars, claws glinting a silvery red under the light of the moon.

Mouth dry at the sight, heart drumming with adrenaline and affection, you hurry to help her.  Your energy rolls out of you in waves, trying to get a grip on the other vampire. You initially meant to grab his attention and grant Cecilia her golden opportunity, but you’re distracted by the other presences your energy picks up. And they are drawing closer with each second that passes.

“There are more vampires coming!” You shout, damning your bad luck.

Cecilia hisses, rolling out of an attack. She seems torn between making sure the vampire learns that you belong to her and her alone, or making a run for it. Crimson eyes dart around the terrain, trying to gauge how much time she has.

It turns out it’s less than a second. You’re quickly surrounded by an endless sea of glistening fangs, and under the light of the moon they seem all the more threatening.

There must be ten or so vampires here, or even more.

“Great.” You huff. Your fingers curl around the trigger of your gun, even though it may as well be a toy against these apex predators. You do not want to play damsel in distress, and your frustration only increases when it becomes evident you can’t do much else other than watch and hope for the best.

Cecilia seems ready to go down fighting, anyway, by the way she’s avidly looking for weaknesses.

“Hand over the witch.” Orders a calm voice. You glare at the closest vampire, seething in rage.

Cecilia’s answering growl seems to overpower any other sound in the world. “I will do no such thing!”

“It’s such a shame that the last Visconti will go down like this…”

The fight begins anew. Your energy extends like a roaring ocean wave, crashing against them and pinning some vampires in place. You strain under the effort, hissing under your breath.

The rest of enemies throw themselves at Cecilia, who dodges and hisses and pivots around them with effortless grace. She’s a storm barely contained in a mystical, expertly carved not-so-human body. A true sight for sore eyes. The enemy vampires don’t stand a chance against her.

It’s weird, you think, how easily she throws them around and slashes at their exposed chests and neck with ease. It’s like they aren’t at full strength, which would certainly explain why they came from who knows where for you.

A sharp moment of pain makes you stagger, making you suddenly aware of another problem. There’s a pressure in your mind that increases with each passing second. It’s not only the strain of keeping the spell, there’s something else poking and probing at your mind with an almost frantic need.

You try to fight it off with all your might, but the pressure only increases, drowns any other thought, makes you want to scream and trash around—

Then there’s a blurry movement in front of you and the vampire that was trying to lure you goes flying off.

“You’re mine, witchling. Don’t ever forget that.” Cecilia’s low, raspy voice snaps you out of it. She’s standing next to you, breathing hard, bathed in blood and sand and looking somehow perfect despite it all. Her touch is firm yet gentle over your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. You can’t help noticing how hers bore into your very soul, so intense and so powerful it’s impossible not to look at them. At her.

The moment is over as soon as it begins. Her hands fall to your sides, gripping your arms so hard it’s almost painful, and she quickly moves you out of the way of an incoming vampire. You prepare to fight back however you can, except it turns out you don’t really need to. The vampire continues forward, crazed, and crashes against another vampire at the far back.

There’s a series of indignant shouts and chaos descends at the next second. Some vampires make a move toward you and others move to block them, fangs bared, trying to push them back and make their own attempt to get to you. It looks almost comical, how they try to quite literally run over each other. Cecilia lets out a small huff by your side, half exasperation and half relief.

The enemy vampires are so out of it you even manage to shoot one directly in the face. She falls back, making a few agonized sounds deep in her throat, scratching the air and guarding what’s left of her face with her arms.

“That’s our cue to leave.” Cecilia murmurs, pressing you close to her, carefully cupping your neck. She seems less possessive and more like her usual self, probably because most of the danger has already passed. The injuries she caused to most vampires must have driven her point across.

The world lurches and shifts on its axis. You are on your apartment at the next second, and Cecilia is instantly fretting over your wound, even though she’s not faring much better. There’s a large cut under her arm that’s struggling to heal, along with several smaller ones along her arms and legs, and her breathing is even more labored.

Vengeful crimson gives away to worried silver, as she eases into her human form, not caring one little bit about her own state.

“Worry about yourself first, Cece. You look awful.”

“Most of my injuries look worse than they actually are. I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand-”

“Oh, don’t give me that. Go out and feed. Here, give me that bandage. I’ll take care of this.”

“I’m-”

“On your way out, yes.”

“Claire-”

“If I don’t see you stepping out my room in the next five seconds-”

She sighs and parts from you with hesitant steps. Looks over her shoulder at you regretfully.

“I’m sorry, if I had been more alert-”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry about that, Cece. It just means I’m too irresistible for you to pay attention to anything else.”

There’s that amused smirk that you love so much. The one that curls her lips just so and shows a flash of teeth, the one that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle slightly, and makes her eyes sharpen with predatory interest.

“Brat.” Is all she says, before leaving the room.

[deathisanartmetzli]

Are You New? || Milo & Metzli

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @wickedmilo @deathisanartmetzli

SUMMARY: Milo finds himself being saved by the most unlikely person.

CONTAINS: Alcoholism, Substance Abuse, Eating Disorder, Addiction

It wasn’t nearly enough. The blood bag they had received only quenched a fraction of the hunger they felt. At least Metzli found some relief from the spinning and fatigue the hunger strike they were on induced. Because of their state, they took to being more of a recluse and staying indoors as much as possible, not even taking to flirt with anyone online or in person. The activity took too much energy, and anything that was incited due to the flirting would not be satisfying, to anyone.

Amity Road had to have a place they could consume blood, but it still somehow felt off. They would consume blood-mixed alcohol freely before. That was then, this is now. Being different from the vampire they were was the goal. They couldn’t help but wonder if their new goal meant they couldn’t partake in the drinks they once enjoyed. Asking the bartenders how the business retrieved their blood supply seemed like too much as well, so they resolved to simply ignore the hunger until obtaining a blood supply was ethically sourced.

The parade of thoughts were quickly interrupted though, as a familiar hunter’s scent engulfed Metzli’s sense of smell. Ugh, it was Nicholas. A hunter that hated their guts. He wouldn’t attack out in the open though, there were too many witnesses and even beings that would step in and rip him apart. It appeared he was looking for someone, no, at someone. Looking down his line of sight, they caught sight and smell of the vampire up ahead. Moral obligation set by their clan kicked in, and they fast-walked steadfastly to Milo. “Hey kid, I think you’re being tailed by a hunter. Follow me and you’ll be fine,” They whispered and put an arm around Milo’s shoulders.

Louder now, they put on a show. “Hey! Long time no see. Where the hell you been?!” Metzli pulled him towards a road that led to an area full of trees.

Milo wasn’t sure how his body was still aching. Of all places, he definitely shouldn’t be back in a bar. Even he knew that, and he was notorious for trying to solve his problems with pills. He didn’t want to admit it, he petulantly refused to admit it, but Macleod was right. The crash had been inevitable, and with nowhere soft to land, he had emerged from it battered. Bruised, and broken. Alcohol wasn’t helping, and neither were his precious substances, but he didn’t know what else to try. How was he supposed to silence the voices in his head? How else could he ever be expected to move beyond the panic of being cornered by mimes, to forget the injury that had left him vulnerable, and weak, to bury the feeling of Alexander’s mouth, hot and teasing, against his neck. His chest tightening at the memory, he reached up to press a hand against the scars at the base of his throat. He hated how complicated things had become, he hated how damaged, and worthless his trauma was leading him to feel. Apparently he couldn’t even manage a one night stand without descending into fear, and anxiety. He only wanted things to be normal, but this was his normal now, so he swallowed his frustration, reaching forward to claim the shot the bartender had generously poured for him. At least he was still able to charm stronger drinks out of people, encourage them to fill his glass to the brim rather than the ridge.

Taking it back, he closed his eyes at the familiar burn of the clear liquid. It was the closest he ever felt to home anymore. He wanted to be left alone, to continue his attempts at fighting off the toxic mixture of a hangover and a comedown, now seven days in the making. But as always White Crest existed only to make him suffer. Flinching at the sound of a voice he didn’t recognise, his eyes snapped open, and quickly landed on a stranger. Their appearance wasn’t the first thing he noticed though, because their presence came with the distinct lack of a heartbeat, and a very, very familiar scent. Repressing any discomfort he still felt in the company of other vampires, he stared at them, taking a moment to register their words. Tailed by a Hunter. Maybe he should care, maybe he should be worried, or nervous, or look around to try and see who might be marking him for a second death, but all he could do was sigh. The air leaving his lungs, he didn’t put up a fight as an arm pulled him close, guiding him away from the bar and into the cool, crisp night air of his hometown. “Don’t lie to me,” he muttered, already craving another drink. “Fine is a matter of perspective, you can’t promise me fine.” Wincing as the stranger raised their voice, making a show of their non-existent friendship, he struggled to ignore the pounding in his head. “Where are you taking me?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Metzli answered, surprised that Milo didn’t resist at all. They wondered if this had happened before. No time to wonder now though. “You’re depressing as hell, and you reek.” They looked behind them and saw that the hunter was following closely behind. Fuck. Okay, maybe they could just disarm and flee. “There’s a building a quarter mile that way,” a finger pointed, “Take a good whiff of the air. There’s ammo, cedar wood, and really bad cologne. A hunter. I’m gonna say hello, and you run, got it?”

Shuffled steps moved quickly, rising in volume as the hunter approached with a stake in hand. “Nick! How’s it going?!” Metzli pushed Milo forward and turned, opening their arms in a gesture for a hug. A stake swung right towards their chest, which they caught swiftly and flipped him over using his own weight. “Now that’s really rude. I was just saying hi!” They smiled, taunting the man who then tripped them and loomed above with the point right at their chest. “Hey!”

Metzli’s strength was waning and they felt so sluggish, but they knew they had to persevere. “You—” Several punches to the face with brass knuckles disoriented the vampire, and the need to get away rose. “Fuck you! I’m done playing nice!” Metzli twisted both hands, and with audible snaps, Nicholas fell over. They rose and ran quickly towards the abandoned building, their vision a little blurry. Making it only a tenth of a mile, they stumbled and fell. Fuck.

Milo felt a surge of annoyance, his fists clenching at his side, but he didn’t respond, choosing to hold his tongue in the hope of avoiding an argument. It was only as they began nearing the treeline that his nerves finally managed to grow in strength. This was incredibly moronic, allowing a vampire to escort him away from the safety of the public. But he wasn’t exactly in a position to fight back, and for all he knew they were telling him the truth. “Maybe I’m depressing because I’m depressed.” He bit out, stumbling a little as the arm around him suddenly disappeared. He turned to his company, staring at them as they started listing observations. They were right, he could smell all of the above, but he really hadn’t considered what that might mean. “Do all hunters wear bad cologne?” He asked, aware of the fact that he should probably be taking the situation a little more seriously. “Is that a thing?” He faltered, realising the vampire was too focused to listen to his nonsense. “Wait- what?” Suddenly more alert, understanding what their plan was, and what they were asking him to do, he very nearly groaned in response. But it wouldn’t be fair to throw a tantrum when they were quite possibly putting their un-life at risk for him. Who would do that for a stranger? Nothing made any sense, and he longed to be back inside the bar. Back where he felt comfortable, back where he knew how things were supposed to work. A quiet yelp escaping him, he tried not to fall forward as he was pushed, the unexpected contact catching him off guard. He turned back to protest and was shocked to find the hunter already upon them both. Jeez, he really needed to be more careful. No matter how many times he told himself that, putting the skills Harsh had taught him into practise was proving far more difficult than it should be.

He dazedly observed the scene, taking a few steps backwards to put some distance between himself and the brewing conflict. He wasn’t sure who to be more afraid of, but as he watched the vampire flip the hunter onto his back, teasing the man with the air of somebody who had done this far too many times, he decided he didn’t want to stick around and make a decision. For whatever reason, the vampire was helping him, they weren’t a threat to him… yet. He found himself resisting the urge to get involved. He wasn’t a fighter. He was hungover, and weak. Besides, he told himself, they seem to have it covered. Swallowing his pride, and his petulant desire to walk back into the bar, he did what he had been told to do, and made his way towards the supposed safe house. His gait was awkward, and tired, but he ran as fast as his body would allow, occasionally stopping to rest against a tree, his head spinning with the exertion. During one of his breaks, unsure of how far he had travelled, he heard footsteps following his path, accompanied by the familiar smell of the vampire who had helped him. “Hello?” He stage whispered, listening to his voice as it carried through the darkness. Before anybody could answer there was a rustle, followed by a thud, and he felt sure whoever was close by had fallen to the ground. Were they injured? Taking a deep, careful breath, he caught the subtle smell of old blood, congealed, and decidedly unappealing. Knowing he needed to find the vampire he scanned the foliage nearby, pushing away from his resting place with a vague sense of genuine concern. “Uh… you didn’t like… murder that guy, right?” He asked, as he tiptoed to where he felt they might be situated. “Are- are you okay?”

Metzli spit out blood, annoyed with themselves for being so weak. Their face was royally fucked, they could feel it. “No, I didn’t murder him. But he’s gonna be outta commission for a bit. Unless he gets some buddies. Which isn’t far off. I can hear him on the phone.” They sat up slowly, still dizzy and wobbly even as they got to their feet. God it hurt to stand, but they had to keep moving. Getting to the building was important. “He’s definitely calling his buddies,” Metzli spit again to the side and ran a hand through their hair. “Let’s get to the building. We can figure out what to do from there, depresso.”

It took a bit of stumbling, but the two arrived to the building, and walked in carefully. “Here,” Metzli pulled a flask from the inside of their suit jacket and handed it to Milo. “It has whiskey in it. I’m Metzli, by the w—” Their speech was slurred as black overtook Metzli’s sight. With the help of the wall, they managed to keep themselves upright and navigated further inside. “So much for that blood bag. Can’t be a proper vampire off of it. Puta madre.” Punching the wall proved to be both cathartic and extremely painful, but they didn’t regret it. Though the twitching smile on their face would say otherwise.

Continuing on, there was an empty room the two could hold out in for a while. “Are you new? ‘Cause you didn’t even smell that hunter at all.” Metzli asked, intrigued by the idea of a rookie. It had been a century since they’d been in his shoes. They sat, leaning against the wall exhaustedly.

Moving towards the sound of the vampire’s voice, it didn’t take Milo very long to find them. They were lying on the ground as predicted, and he felt a jolt of panic course through him as he realised they were undeniably hurt. He couldn’t exactly hold off a hunter, and even if he was grateful to hear the man was still alive, valuing his human life wasn’t going to stop him from trying to take his vampire one. Listening quietly, he couldn’t make out what was being said, but the quiet voices from beyond the trees were obvious. “Shit.” He muttered, his panic only managing to grow as the vampire who had saved him confirmed the hunter was definitely calling for backup. “I-” He broke off, debating whether to help them up as they struggled to get to their feet. But they eventually made it, their new height drawing attention to just how much damage had been done to their face. Milo’s hand absentmindedly moved to his side, to where Diedre had been forced to patch him up. The injury still ached as it continued to heal, but the process had been surprisingly fast. Hopefully some of the bruises on their face would begin to clear up as they made their way to their destination. “You still haven’t told me what building.” He pointed out. “The last time I let a stranger take me to some random building I ended up dying so…”

Watching them as they began to walk away from him, dragging their feet, slow in their progress, he let out a huff of breath before following them. They had saved him, after all. And he really didn’t like his chances against multiple hunters, even if one of them was temporarily out of action. Their pace was steady, and it didn’t take them very long to stumble upon what he could only assume was the building they were aiming for. It looked questionable, but he was very aware the entire situation was questionable. So he ducked under their arm as they opened the door, jumping as it eventually shut behind them both. For a brief second there was an uncomfortable silence, and then he was being offered a flask. Eyeing it carefully, he hesitated for a few seconds too long before finally taking it, sniffing at the contents to be sure it really was whiskey. “Milo.” He answered, only looking back up at Metzli as their speech noticeably began to slur. A frown creasing his brow, the flask was momentarily forgotten. He reached out to help them but they had already managed to steady themself. “What?” He asked, curious to hear more about a blood bag. Had they been poisoned? Could vampires potentially have a bad reaction to blood? Taking a step back, eyes widening, it was only as rubble and dust hit the floor that he realised Metzli had punched the wall behind them. “What- what was wrong with the blood bag? I don’t understand...” He asked, trying and failing to hide his distress.

Swallowing, feeling sheepish in the face of such an unexpected question, he lowered his gaze, staring down at his feet. “Seven months.” He admitted, as they both made their way into the next room, equally as dilapidated as the first. “Give or take…” He shrugged, hoping to expel some of his self consciousness. “Maybe I was distracted.” He added, attempting to ignore the sudden urge to defend himself. “Or are you going to be another person in my life telling me I’m not good enough? That I’m- I don’t know, throwing away my potential or some bullshit?”

“Nothing was wrong with it. It just wasn’t enough.” Metzli groaned from the pangs of hunger they felt. The pangs were getting stronger, but they had to ignore them. This became relatively easy thanks to the interesting kid in front of them. Depressed and has a complex. Should be fun. “Potential? Hell, you just became a vampire. Can’t be too little or too much this far in. I’m over a century old. If you were like this at my age, then maybe people would have the right to say you’re throwing away your potential.” Talking this much wasn’t typical, but it was better than acknowledging the pestering feeling in their stomach.

“You weren’t just distracted, kid. It’ll take a few years to learn. Ignore the idiots. After all, they’re just idiots.” Metzli waved their hand dismissively, rolling their eyes at the very idea that people couldn’t leave well enough alone. They didn’t understand why anyone stuck their nose somewhere if they weren’t gonna contribute anything of substance. And no one was helping Milo by treating him this way. “Listen, depresso, I mean, Milo, tell those guys to fuck off and keep doing what you’re doing. You literally have an eternity to live. Do whatever the fuck you want. Give up your soul like me. Or don’t. Just do whatever you want.”

The pain was building in Metzli’s body as they spoke. Each word getting more strained than the last. Without the proper amount of blood consumed, the healing process would not only be painful, but slower as well.

“Oh…” It made sense, though Milo had never starved himself to the point of being weakened. Thirsty, yes. Really, really thirsty, but always somewhat in control. It seemed Metzli was beyond that, and he had no idea how to help them. “Why aren’t you eating?” He asked, the question escaping him before he could stop it. He knew through Luis, Harsh, and so many other people he had spoken to that there were places in White Crest to easily source blood. He was lucky his roommate had access to the hospital’s blood supply, but even if Harsh decided to cut him off he knew he would be able to find more. Why couldn’t Metzli? What was stopping them? Faltering at his company's surprising response to his attitude, he found himself genuinely speechless. Watching them for any sign they might be lying, or telling him what he wanted to hear, he released with a start that they were being serious. They weren’t judging him, they had simply been asking a question. There were no impending lectures, no disappointed glares, or offhand remarks about his habits. They had accepted who he was without any form of resistance. “You- you aren’t going to tell me I should have noticed?” He knew he shouldn’t tempt fate, give them a reason to take back their words, but he was desperate to hear their answer. “Or that I should have been able to- to fight back?”

A tired smile tugging at his lips, he decided he liked Metzli. He didn’t know anything about them, not really. But he liked them. “Wait-” Breaking off, allowing himself to process what he had just been told, he realised they were the first vampire he had ever spoken to who had not only given up their soul, but was willing to talk about doing so. “You don’t have a soul?” He made no effort to hide his curiosity, knowing it would be pointless. Scanning the room as he spoke so that he could avoid actively staring at his new friend, he soon gave up on searching for fabric, taking a drink of whisky before shrugging out of the plaid shirt he had on, revealing an old Hulk tee Rio had once gifted him. “Then why did you help me? If you don’t have a soul… doesn’t that mean you don’t care about, you know… saving other people from hunters?” Tearing off one of his shirt’s sleeves, he folded it neatly into a square, pouring a little whisky onto it before setting down the flask. Approaching Metzli, he held the cloth up, almost as a peace offering. He doubted vampires needed to sterilise their wounds, but he didn’t have any water, and it would be good to get some of the blood off of their face. He wasn’t sure it would aid any healing if they hadn’t eaten in a while, but it would be worth trying at the very least. “So, uh…” He gestured with the cloth, silently asking for permission to approach them with it. “Do you have places like this all over town? Like… ‘hide from hunter’ designated buildings?”

It felt shameful to speak of it. To speak of Bex, and what she had done to them. To admit why they were preventing themselves from feeding. They felt disconnected from every emotion that stemmed from empathy, but the logic of it all built a wall between them and feeding from people or feeding from sources they weren’t sure of. “Pretty much testing myself thanks to someone I met. Her parents were pieces of shit even with souls, and she kinda just got in my head. Fucking Bex.” Metzli muttered her name to themselves and took the offering. It didn’t sting to wipe their face, in fact, it felt refreshing to have the blood cleaned off for the most part. “I’m pretty new here so finding sources of blood where I know exactly where it’s from has proven difficult. It’s stupid.”

Metzli felt embarrassed to tell a stranger this, but they figured why not. The two vampires would be stuck until it was safe enough to head out in their state. Taking on multiple hunters would not be ideal. “What? No. You just started a new fucking life. You’re basically a toddler with super powers. You’re dumb, yeah, but that ain’t your fault. No one has taught ya shit.” Dust bellowed about as their head leaned against the broken wall. Exhaustion was setting in now, and it was only a matter of time before they possibly fell into a trance.

“No soul. Just a firm set of habits ingrained from my clan. If there’s a kind that you attempt to even help, it’s your own. If I wasn’t able to save you and you died though, I wouldn’t have cared. Not my fault. I would have at least tried,” They chuckled, and rubbed their head. A headache was coming in. “I don’t have hideouts. I just notice places and keep track in my head. In case of shit like this. You should probably do the same.”

“Bex?” Milo echoed, shocked to hear his friend’s name in such a strange context. “You’re not drinking blood because of Bex?” He tried to imagine what Bex might have said to make Metzli think starving themself was a good idea. She had never told him to stop drinking blood, although he could still remember her hesitance upon learning he drank human blood. It didn’t matter whether it came from bloodbags, it obviously made her uncomfortable. “Did she say something to you?” He needed to know, needed to understand what had taken place between the vampire standing in front of him, and one of his closest friends. “Should you be testing yourself? Is that even safe?” He thought back to Harsh explaining what happened when a vampire didn’t drink blood. It definitely didn’t sound enjoyable. “Have you been to the market?” He couldn’t remember the name of it, but he could still see the market stalls in his mind, rows and rows of vials filled with different types of blood. “Someone took me there once…” But he hadn’t asked where the blood had come from, in fact he had intentionally avoided asking in case the answer was one that he didn’t want to hear. Watching with a grim sense of satisfaction as all of the blood was cleaned from Metzli’s face, it only made the bruises more obvious, and he had to stop himself from wincing as he looked back up at them.

“I’m twenty-two, I’m not a toddler.” He insisted, resisting the urge to frown. “And I do have help, I do have somebody teaching me. I’m just… reckless, I guess. It was pissing people off back when I was human so it makes sense that it’s still pissing people off. I just… I don’t know.” He brushed away his thoughts, unwilling to dwell on his insecurities. He wasn’t about to force an injured vampire to play therapist, no matter how tired he was, no matter how bad he felt both physically, and mentally. “You had a clan?” Moving to drag an old bedside table towards where Metzli was standing, he gestured for them to sit on it, hoping that might make a difference somehow. “I’ll pretend you would have fallen to your knees and screamed ‘no’ at the sky like a superhero, that’s way more preferable.” He half teased, attempting to lighten the mood. Glancing towards the window, he couldn’t see anything beyond it. Only darkness, and a handful of trees. Were they really any safer indoors? He wasn’t feeling very confident. “How do you know they aren’t going to find us here?”

Metzli’s brow raised at the recognition in Milo’s voice upon hearing Bex’s name. “I guess you know her, huh? No, she didn’t tell me to stop. She just…got in my head. Some bullshit about being good is a choice. So here I am, making a choice to see if I can be good with or without a soul. I don’t feel shit but I guess I’m being good.” Their voice grew quieter, feeling the pain rise and making it harder to speak. The subject wasn’t particularly one they wanted to talk about so they used whatever energy they had left to compel Milo to stop. “No more questions on that, got it?” The vampire sighed in frustration before taking a seat. “I don’t care if it’s safe. I just need to test the theory and be done with it.” Adjusting themselves, they laid down and rested their eyes.

“I said you’re like a toddler. With superpowers. You were born again, kid. It’s safe to say that you’re a toddler vampire. Not a bad thing. Just a fact.” Metzli’s eyes remained closed as they explained, enjoying the darkness behind their eyelids. “Had a clan, yeah.” A groan escaped their lips and they rubbed their damaged face. “Not the best thing to get into. Steer clear.” It was genuine advice based off of the awful experience they had many years ago. Those were days that weren’t talked about, only thought of in the dead of night because sleep escaped them, evaded them for the rest of eternity.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know if they’ll find us or not. I just know I couldn’t run far. If ya wanna leave, go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

“I do.” Milo admitted, thinking back to the first time he ever met Bex. She had been arguing with a bartender refusing to serve her, and he had stepped in to swipe her a bottle of vodka. It was strange how such a seemingly inconsequential interaction could lead to a genuine, and meaningful friendship. “She’s not wrong, you know… about good being a choice.” He liked to think so, at least. Despite sometimes wandering into a few grey areas, he never intended to hurt anyone. “It’s good now, but it won’t be good if you lose it and end up tearing out someone’s throat.” He added, repressing the memory of doing just that in an alleyway after first coming to. He had been so confused, so lost and alone. Maybe this was his chance to make up for the pain he caused. if he could only stop it from happening to somebody else… But then Metzli was bringing the conversation to an end, their voice curt, and serious. They left no room for him to argue, so he fell silent, listening as they took a seat, and wondering vaguely whether his blood would offer any substance. He could only assume the answer was no, but he had never discussed the subject with Harsh. “I’m guessing my blood is useless?” He asked. “Last question, then I’ll leave it alone.”

Shooting his company a petulant glance, he turned his gaze back to the window. Walking over to it he tried to see through the glass but it was covered with dust, and moss, watermarks staining the sodden wood surrounding it. He could barely see out, which surely meant anybody passing by could barely see in. He definitely couldn’t hear any hunters beyond the walls of his new little sanctuary. What if they had decided to take their injured friend home? It would only be a case of waiting them out. “Clans are… bad?” He asked, sighing deeply before finding a table to sit on. He dragged it over to where Metzli was resting, pulling himself up onto it so that he could lazily swing his legs. “I’m not about to leave you here, you’re in this state because you were looking out for me. What kind of an asshole would I be if I bailed on you now?”

Eyes opened lazily to look at Milo. He had a lot of annoying questions. But that was a given, considering he was fairly new. Still, Metzli huffed in anticipation of answering his question, and in reaction to agreeing with Bex. “Your blood is utterly useless, so don’t bother. Listen,” They paused for a moment, trying to prop themselves up and wincing as they did. “I’ve been alive for a while, you don’t have to question whether or not I’ll survive. And even if I don’t, it’s whatever. I’ve lived my span of life. I don’t care either way. That’s why the theory is so easy to try and test. I don’t care about anyone’s life, not even mine.”

Silence sat between the two as Metzli’s words settled. Distaste for life, existence itself resonated, revealing how cynical they could be. Being alive had its moments, really good moments, but they were greatly outweighed by all the traumatic and mundane ones. Moments that the vampire carried so quietly. “Think of it like a cult. Masters can be major assholes. Fucking pricks.” Acid filled every word and they had to squeeze their eyes shut despite the pain of the black eye forming to repress the anger.

Lucky for them, Milo gave them an opportunity to lighten the mood. “Hey, you’d be an asshole I’d be proud of if you left. Baller move. Looking out for yourself is key.”

Milo’s legs stopped swinging in response to Metzli’s tone, and he glared at them from where he was sitting. “I’m only trying to help, jeez…” He muttered, lowering his gaze to stare down at his hands. It was strange hearing somebody be so open about not having empathy for others. They really didn’t care whether they hurt someone, or even ended up getting hurt themself. It was a difficult thing to understand, and it was only making him feel certain he never wanted to be that person, the person who gave up such an intrinsic part of himself. He didn’t know what Metzli had suffered through in order to make them let go of their soul, and it felt far too personal to ask, even by his standards. But knowing they had made him sad. He wondered who they would be if they still had their soul, whether they would seem like an entirely different person. Sometimes not caring, not feeling would be freeing, and potentially even enjoyable. But Harsh had promised him he could still be Milo, that becoming a vampire didn’t mean having to change who he was. Giving up his soul would be erasing everything that made him. Everything Milo Summers. The idea was unnerving, he didn’t enjoy it. Listening quietly as his company began to elaborate on what made clans so terrible, he sat in silence for a while, just allowing the time to pass. He no longer felt nervous, or on edge. His fear was steadily being replaced by a feeling of protectiveness, a need to make sure Metzli was okay.

He knew it was stupid, a twenty-two year old kid feeling somewhat responsible for someone who had been around for over a century, but seeing the older vampire so weak, tired, and at the mercy of their injuries, he couldn’t help himself. “Don’t join a clan.” He said finally, nodding as he mulled over the words. “Noted.” Only glancing back up when Metzli insisted they would be proud of him if he had abandoned them, his expression darkened at the thought. How could he ever? When they had clocked the danger, and intentionally removed him from its path. It didn’t matter whether they cared about him on an emotional level, he owed them. And with his soul still firmly where it was meant to be, his gratitude was quickly becoming an unexpected sense of affection. “It’s okay, I’m kind of used to disappointing people.” He admitted, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re stuck with me. At least until we know it’s safe to get out of here.”

“If you insist, depresso,” Metzli mocked half-heartedly. Milo spoke so badly of himself that it was actually humorous, brinking on annoyance. All this talk of being a disappointment yet he was doing a noble thing. The very fact that Milo was willing to stay was baffling to them. They themselves had abandoned several people and even tricked others. Vampires were predators, they attacked, they ate. Plain and simple. There was no need to meddle with the emotions of it all. “On the clan thing,” They added, “That’s actually where I gave up my soul. My master convinced me. But I won’t get into that. If I see ya again, maybe I’ll tell you over a drink.”

Thoughts of whether or not Metzli would be similar to Milo if they had a soul jumped around their mind. He was kind, maybe a little too kind. Life had beaten him up a little, sure, but it hadn’t completely destroyed him yet. Or maybe it never would. Regardless, it mattered not to Metzli.

Opening their eyes, Metzli slowly sat up and began to stand. “Or if you ask really nicely, I’ll tell you now.” The older vampire smiled, now looking at Milo. An arm wrapped around their stomach. It hurt to be this hungry and made it even harder to concentrate as they listened. “We should be good to go, though. So you’re gonna have to wait for that drink. I don’t hear anyone even remotely close.” They sighed in relief. Both of them got seriously lucky.

“I guess you weren’t the worst person to be stuck with.” Metzli teased, now knowing he could take it.

Milo rolled his eyes, it was the first opportunity he had been given to really hear his new nickname and though he couldn’t argue against its relevance, it wasn’t exactly flattering. “I do insist.” He said, his voice firm so that Metzli would know he was telling the truth, he really was trying to help them. He wanted to. Shifting on his perch, he chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip as they began to tell him more about why they had given up their soul. Feeling a pang of guilt for his previous assumptions, he realised they hadn’t given up a part of who they were, they had essentially been manipulated into letting somebody take it. This had nothing to do with their personal wants and desires. He wondered whether they ever missed the way things were, whether they ever regretted their decision, or even had the capability to wish they had done things differently. “Only if you’re buying.” He said, catching their gaze, his eyes shining with humour. Watching them as they began to stand, he hesitantly pushed away from his table, landing lightly on the floor so that he would be able to assist them.

Pausing briefly to listen at the mention of their being no sign of company, he was relieved to find he couldn’t hear anybody either. Maybe if they travelled away from the forest trails they would be able to make it back into town without crossing any hunters who were out to get them. “You know…” He said quietly, noticing the way Metzli was clutching at their stomach, “my roommate works nights, so he won’t be home… I could raid the fridge and share a couple of blood bags with you? They’re about as ethically sourced as you can get, I mean… people donated the blood, and it’s technically going to good use.” Taking a step towards them, he smiled. His first, genuine, unfiltered smile. When he had been human, every act of kindness had gone unnoticed, he had undeniably taken them for granted. Now that he was a vampire, as his problems seemed to triple in weight, and intensity, so did his gratitude. His acknowledgement of the fact that nobody was obligated to help him. People chose to. It meant more than he would ever be able to say. “Yeah, I guess you weren’t the worst person either.” He joked, mimicking their tone. “Even if you did drag me away from a bar just to waste thirty minutes in some dusty old building.”

The gentle air that danced around Milo was a little nauseating. Or was that what the hunger was doing? Metzli couldn’t tell. It couldn’t be denied though, Milo was being genuine and even a little protective. All this shown in the way he readied himself to catch them if they needed. As time ticked on, he continued to baffle them. From his kindness to his humor, he was someone they could tolerate to have around. Hell, Metzli needed more vampire friends. “You got a deal, kid.” They answered, fully committing to seeing Milo again. “So long as you don’t get me into this mess again. Otherwise, you’re on you’re own.” A raspy chuckle slipped through their lips, pain and exhaustion motivating their every sound.

Metzli thought about Milo’s offer, albeit briefly, before quickly saying no. “Nah. I’m gonna be fine. No sense in going into another vamp’s territory, and I don’t take handouts anyway.” Pride was something of a fault of theirs. They could dish it out no problem, but the second someone tried to help them, it was a no-go. It felt off, it felt wrong. “You’re lucky I dragged you in here. That dude almost staked me. It was the best thirty minutes of your life and you know it,” They barked back playfully.

Taking a few steps, they managed to finally get their stride steady enough to feel like they could get home. “I’m heading home. Got a cat waiting for me,” Metzli said tiredly. “Try not to get into too much trouble, all right? Keep the flask. I got more anyway.” Using the wall momentarily, they navigated themselves toward an exit.

Milo pointedly raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest when he was confident Metzli wouldn’t need his help to stay standing. “Excuse you, I was just innocently enjoying a drink, okay? If anything you dragged me into this.” Pleased to hear a laugh escape them, he still wasn’t entirely sure they were well enough to make it home, but he was in no place to demand to escort them. He hated to admit it, but that really would be like a toddler trying to babysit an adult. Unable to understand why anybody would ever turn down an offer of something they were craving, especially something that was being offered free of charge, it hit him that if maybe he was able to do what Metzli was doing right now, he wouldn’t have been killed. After all, the only reason he had been chosen by the asshole who decided to turn him was the fact that he had a rather reckless habit of saying yes to anything, and anyone. It was for that reason he decided not to argue with them, not to try and force the bloodbags on them and pull them back to his apartment. They deserved to keep their agency, he refused to disrespect that.

“Hm, territory.” He laughed, unable to help himself. It sounded so ridiculous, he was still struggling to get used to the animalistic terms that seemed to be so popular among the vampire and werewolf communities. His apartment definitely didn’t feel like his territory, he wondered vaguely whether Harsh ever viewed it in such a possessive way. “No shit he almost staked you, but I distinctly remember you deciding to take him on. You didn’t need to be such a drama queen, you know.” His smile growing, becoming an outright grin at the mention of a cat, he thought of Summer, and Quinn waiting for him back in his bedroom. No doubt they would start begging him for food the moment he wandered through the door. “And I have two mice waiting for me.” He admitted, swiping the flask from where he had set it down, more than happy to accept the drink. Hurrying to fall into step beside Metzli as they began to make their way towards the exit, he pointedly linked his arm through theirs, surprised to find the physical contact didn’t feel awkward, or uncomfortable. “I’m making sure you get out of this forest, and then you’re free to do whatever…” He insisted, making it clear they weren’t allowed to say no to him. As soon as they reached the town he would begrudgingly be forced to let Metzli go, but he was beginning to see the vampire as a friend, and as much as he could let his friends down sometimes, he did his best to look out for them.

The support Milo gave Metzli startled them a bit. Usually on the first meeting, they fucked up enough to get either yelled at or completely dismissed. Every little quip they made did nothing to deter the young vampire from being around them. “Fine,” they muttered, reluctantly accepting the help. Just this once, they’d accept it. Just this once. They were too tired to protest anyway.

Slowly, the two managed their way back so they could say their goodbyes. Long before they arrived, Metzli had already decided they would make an effort to see the kid again. Whether it was for fun or for another encounter like this, they didn’t know. White Crest had a way of surprising them in that regard.

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Onsra-Chapter 33: Did You Miss Me?

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pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: romance, drama, horror, angst

word count: 8k

warnings for this chapter: blood, guns, knife wound, death of insignificant characters, asshole vampire, panic attack, language, dead deer, u might want to kill me after this chap idk ;-;

Onsra: ML, Previous

I'm trying my best, pls bear with me y'all ;-; 'm sorry. But I really hope u like this one!

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“I want to do it.”

Jungkook’s head whips sharply over to where the eldest is stepping into the middle of the open circle. The hush over the crowd of vampires makes Jungkook’s stomach clench.

What the hell is he doing?

This wasn’t a part of the plan.

Yoongi is staring at Seokjin in shock, his brain trying to come up with some way for their plans to work with this unexpected turn. The tall black-haired vampire’s face contorts in rage for a split second, then it snaps right back to a cocky expression as he looks Jin up and down. The vampire smirks and cracks his knuckles, taking a step into the circle and grabbing a handful of the human girl’s hair, making her wince when he pulls it.

Seokjin stiffens and the vampire chuckles.

“You think you could punish a stupid little human better than me?”

Jungkook sees the eldest cock his head from behind, but he doesn’t see the smirk dancing across Jin’s face when he speaks. “Yeah, I think I could.”

What the fuck are you doing, hyung?

The leader tuts and roughly shoves the girl back on the ground, “You must be new here, no one that stays here and knows who I am is stupid enough to talk shit to me, and think they can get out of it alive.”

Jin doesn’t seem fazed as he casually stares back at the vampire advancing slowly. That seems to set him off as he glares at Seokjin angrily.

“You want to fucking fight, asshole? Seems like you have a death wish.” He seethes and to everyone’s surprise, Jin just chuckles darkly.

“The fact that you’re a little taller than me gives you a slight advantage. So, sure. I think it gives you a fair enough chance to hold your own against me.” Jin muses absentmindedly.

Some shocked gasps sound from the crowd and a few chuckles float around at the sight of such a daring newcomer. Jungkook glances around the crowd and sees most of the faces are shocked, but a fair amount of them are just amused, wanting to see how this whole thing will play out. He curses under his breath and silently hopes that Seokjin knows what the hell he’s doing.

Another survey of the room shows him that a little more than half the vampires are male, and the rest are female, all of them starting to eagerly await Jin’s fate. The leader vampire stops a foot away from Seokjin, smoke practically coming out of his ears as he appears to try and stay calm.

“You asked for it. Vera, get this bitch out of the way, he can do whatever he wants to her if he comes out of this alive.” The girl vampire immediately drags the human girl to a corner of the room and shoves her to the floor. Jungkook hears Namjoon curse quietly, no doubt trying to come up with some way out of this.

Then Yoongi leans close to Jungkook’s ear and whispers so quietly that Jungkook almost misses what he says. “Once things start to look sour, we’re going to start a fight. You hit me and then we’ll go at it like a couple of schoolboys. Get everyone’s attention toward us and hopefully we can start some chaos. If everyone starts fighting, we can start picking them off and it’ll be hard to pinpoint who’s fighting who. Tell Namjoon.”

Jungkook nods subtly, then waits a few seconds before leaning into Namjoon’s ear to relay the message. He’s almost flooded with relief that Yoongi has come up with some kind of a plan to deal with this, even though they have yet to find out if it works.

At least it’s something.

Namjoon doesn’t acknowledge the maknae’s words, but Jungkook knows he heard them. Then they turn back to the scene unfolding before them. The circle has gotten a little bigger to accommodate the two with enough room to move around, and the looks on the vampires faces have all turned into bloodthirsty grins as some of them even chant for their leader to rip Jin’s throat out.

Jungkook hears the name Jeong repeated a lot, so he’s assuming that’s the leader’s name. Jeong is a few centimeters taller than Jin, but it doesn’t look like it’ll do him much good. If an outsider came in and made a bet on who they thought would win, Jungkook is sure they’d pick Jin; he might be a little shorter, but he’s still tall and he has more visible muscle than Jeong. The only thing that makes Jungkook nervous is the fact that Jeong is probably a vampire that wasn’t turned from a human, so even if he doesn’t look like he has more muscle than Jin, he’s going to be a lot stronger anyway. Jin doesn’t look nervous though, as he sizes his opponent from head to toe with a laidback manner.

The first swing is so sudden that no one was expecting it, except Jin that is, who ducks swiftly and sends a quick jab at his opponent, hitting him in the stomach and making him stumble a little. But Jeong has gained his balance after a split second and is angrier than ever when a titter of amusement floats through the crowded room.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” He hisses at Jin, and Jungkook doesn’t doubt for a second that he means his words. Jungkook tries to look on the leader to see if he’s hiding something, like a weapon. Because there is no way he’s going to let Jin live, but he can’t kill him with anything but silver.

A couple minutes pass as the two throw a few more punches, the tension in the crowd growing. That’s when Jungkook sees the tiniest glint of something in Jeong’s pocket. The vampire starts to reach for it after getting a hit at Jin, and Jungkook realizes with a pit in his stomach what it is.

He has a knife.

And Jungkook is willing to bet that it’s made of pure silver.

So, he turns to his left suddenly and hits Yoongi square in the jaw, sending him a silent apology for no warning. He holds back as much as he can, but Yoongi still stumbles and falls right on his ass, the shock that slowly turns to anger on his face is something Jungkook doesn’t think he’s trying to fake.

Thankfully, a few vampires noticed it and jump back in surprise. Yoongi gets to his feet and lunges at Jungkook. He’s a lot shorter, but he is no weak vampire. Jungkook braces himself for the hit he knows is gonna hurt, only flinching a little at the bone breaking pain his older brother sends him in the form of a punch right in the nose.

Fucking ouch.

Then he’s inwardly praising Yoongi’s acting skills as he takes another swing at him, “You little shit! I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Ok, maybe he isn’t acting.

Jungkook dodges his older brother’s hits and notices with satisfaction that they’re drawing the attention their way. Namjoon picks up on what they’re doing and when it’s chaotic enough for him to get away with it, he turns and punches a random vampire in the face. “What the hell? You fuck!” He yells as if the other vampire had done it first.

That sets all hell loose as fists start flying all around the room, some just wanting to join in the fight and others in retaliation for getting beat for no reason whatsoever. Jungkook almost starts laughing at how easy it was to get the room of vampires riled up, but he holds back his laughter as he starts to realize maybe he hit his hyung a bit too hard when Yoongi lunges angrily at him again, getting another good punch in for revenge.

Sounds come from all over the building as other vampires run to find out what the ruckus is all about, Jin and Jeong’s fight completely forgotten by everyone but the two of them. Jeong was distracted enough with the initial disruption for Seokjin to catch him off guard and tackle him to the floor, where they now roll around and punch and kick each other fiercely, bloody mouths spitting angrily.

When Jungkook has a second to breathe, he looks up and does a double take when he sees Jimin through one of the windows, waving his hands frantically and screaming something that Jungkook can’t decipher. Then Jimin seems to see something behind him and ducks back into the darkness.

What the fuck is he doing?

Then, Hoseok bursts through the back door, panting as he scans the chaos that ensued while he was gone. He’s got blood on his chest and hands and Jungkook sighs with relief with the knowledge that Hoseok must have taken out the group that went hunting. Then he turns and barely misses getting clocked by a girl vampire that was swinging a wooden club at his head with a crazed look in her eyes.

He grabs the club before it hits him and kicks her in the stomach, sending her flying across the room. Jungkook flinches and moves to punch whoever grabs his arm, but when he turns and sees Hoseok, he checks himself and lets the older drag him away from the fighting.

Hoseok is shouting something, but Jungkook can’t hear him.

“What? I can’t hear you! What are you saying?” Jungkook screams back, trying to be louder than the absolute roaring in the building. Hoseok’s eyes are huge with fear as he grips Jungkook’s shoulders and yanks him closer, screaming into his ear.

“HUNTERS!”

That’s when the front door flies open and people dressed in all black, masks and baseball caps helping to hide their faces, stream through the door. They’ve got guns with silencers on them as they start shooting at random. Jungkook’s stomach plummets to his feet and he pushes Hoseok towards the back door just as Taehyung and Jimin barge in, their own guns up and shooting at the vampires, being sure to not hit one of their friends.

The Hunters aren’t so careful.

Jungkook sees Namjoon in a fight with a male vampire and yanks him away, pushing him towards the back door before plunging back into the fight and looking frantically for Yoongi and Seokjin. He finds Jin still tangled on the ground with Jeong, his nose and mouth bleeding freely. Jungkook spots a Hunter making his way through the crowd swiftly, heading right towards them.

“Hyung! Come on!” Jungkook screams and Jin looks up to see what’s going on, his eyes widening as he grabs Jeong’s hair and punches him in the face until his grip loosens. Then Jin is up, Jeong groaning on the ground but quickly starting to recover. Vampires drop like flies around them as Jin and Jungkook maneuver their way out of the fight. Jungkook sees Yoongi fighting another vampire and he goes to grab him when Jin pulls him back and shouts in his ear.

“I’m going to go get her!”

Jungkook watches Jin disappear into the crowd and growls in annoyance. They don’t have time for this! The Hunters will take care of her if she isn’t dead already. He trips over a body on his way to get his hyung, who seems to not have noticed the Hunter infiltration, he rights himself quickly and grabs Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi’s eyes widen when Jungkook gets his attention and he finally realizes what’s going on. Then, they squeeze through all the vampires and Hunters, trying to get to the eldest.

Jungkook sees Jin on the other side of the room, in a tousle with a Hunter that has a gun. Another vampire pops out of nowhere and grabs the Hunter, pinning him to the wall and moving to bite his neck. Jungkook sighs in relief, then his throat closes when he sees Jeong stumbling across the room as Jin hesitates. He can’t get through all these fucking people to get to him and his shouting is drowned out in the din of the fight.

“Hyung!”

Why in the fuck isn’t he running?

Then it clicks in Jungkook’s brain and he watches in disbelief as Seokjin leaps forward to rip the vampire off of the Hunter that was just trying to kill him a moment ago, freeing the man that stumbles away in shock.

The Hunter doesn’t seem to care that Jin just saved his life as he raises his gun to shoot him. But he’s too late.

Jungkook watches in horror as Jeong comes up behind Jin and reaches his arm around him to stab him in the side. Jin doubles over instantly, his hand moving to the knife as Jeong pulls it back out. The eldest falls on the ground, blood already seeping through his white shirt.

“Jin!!” Jungkook screams and fights his way towards them, finally getting through and grabbing Jeong by the shoulder, tugging him towards himself before sinking his teeth into the vampire’s neck. Then Jungkook grabs the knife out of the vampire’s hand and stabs him where his heart would be, watching the vampire crumple to the ground within seconds.

The small girl is suddenly by Jin’s side and pressing her hands to his wound as Taehyung rushes towards them. Jimin grabs Jungkook’s arm, shaking him out of his shock and screaming, “Get out of here, Kook! Go to the front!” But Jungkook shakes him off and strides towards the eldest, scooping him up and then turning to make his way out, hoping they don’t get shot before they can escape.

~                   ~                       ~

You stare open-mouthed at Jungkook in amazement as he finishes telling you what happened at the vampire hide-out. Then you look back at Jin and feel tears brimming in your eyes, watching him breathing heavily, his eyes shut tight.

“He’s hurt because he saved the man that was trying to kill him?” You whisper quietly and Jungkook nods. You sniffle and gently pat Jin on the head, relieved that you and the mysterious nurse girl were able to stitch him up and stabilize him a little while ago. You really thought you’d lost him when you saw all the blood. Your heart is still racing with fear as you feel Jungkook take your hand gently, bringing it to his lips to give it a small kiss. He pecks each of your knuckles before putting his head down and resting it on your closed hand.

“Thank you, y/n. For saving him.” He whispers and you hear his voice break. You lean up to plant a quick kiss on his hair. “We did what we could. He should wake up in a little while, and then we can give him something for the pain. We still don’t know why he turned human though…” You muse as you glance at the sleeping eldest once more.

Jin is like a big brother to you, and you can’t imagine what would have happened if he didn’t make it. You would all fall apart at the seams, you’re sure of it.

Jungkook lifts his head to look at his oldest brother, then he bites his lip and stands up. “I’ll be back in a little bit. You should have someone keep an eye on him while you get some rest, you haven’t slept all night.”

You nod and stand up to follow him out of the living room. Hoseok is just coming down the stairs, and he sends you a smile small. “You need to get some sleep, y/n. I’ll watch over hyung, alright?” He whispers kindly and you thank him quietly.

Jungkook slips out the front door, but you don’t ask him where he’s going. You know he would tell you if it was something you needed to be worried about. So, you head up to your room to find the girl from earlier curled up on the floor, a bunch of blankets under her to form a make-shift mattress and two more blankets on top of her as she looks over at you with wide eyes.

Ga-In is sitting on the floor next to her and a moment after you close the door, Yuri opens it and comes into the room, having been to the restroom. You walk over and sit down next to the girl, offering her a smile.

“Thank you for helping me earlier, I couldn’t have done it without you.” You say softly, noting the slight fear in the girl’s eyes that she tries to cover with a small smile.

“Of course. But I think you had a pretty good idea of what you were doing.”

That makes you laugh internally, feeling like you looked like a blubbering fish out of water as your head spun around in circles, trying to figure out how to save Jin. You look back at the girl and recognize the anxiety in her gaze, even as some of it is covered with relief.

“What’s your name?” You ask and she wipes her eyes tiredly. “My name is Sooyoung.” She whispers, making you smile.

You introduce yourself, finding out that her and the other girls had already gotten a bit acquainted while you were downstairs. Sooyoung tells you that she had been with that particular group of vampires for two weeks before the boys showed up. They had kept her alive because it amused them to make a game out of her fear. You feel like there is more to it and there’s something she’s leaving out with the way her eyes shift around, but you stay quiet.

Maybe she’s just nervous.

You don’t push it, just listen intently when she tells you that she was grabbed one night a couple weeks ago as she was walking home. You learn that she’s twenty-five years old, and as she had mentioned before, she is a nursing student. She was staying late with some classmates to study for their big exam that night and while she was walking home, she was knocked out and taken before she knew what happened. Sooyoung woke up in the back of a van full of vampires as they took her to that building the boys came to.

When she finishes her story, you four talk about random things to try and keep her mind off the vampires, hoping she knows she’s safe for now. More or less.                          

You know what it’s like to be taken and have no idea what’s going on, then to wake up in a place full of people you don’t know that will take amusement in your torment. You just hope she’ll be able to put it behind her and not come out of it too hurt.

You offer her your place in the bed, but she assures you that she actually asked to sleep on the floor, and she prefers it that way. She used to have a little mattress on the floor in her old apartment, and it reminds her of home.

A little while later, you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling even though you can’t make out anything in the dark. Today went better and worse than you had anticipated. Thank goodness no one was more seriously injured, but it was a close call for Jin…You turn on your side and put a hand to the side of your head as you try to think hard.

Why is Jin a human again?

It just doesn’t make sense.

There was no girl that kissed him…

You huff out a sigh and move to your other side, knowing you don’t need to worry about the two heavy sleepers on either side of you. You frown into the darkness.

Being kissed and turning human seems very farfetched, this isn’t a fairytale.

So, why did Taehyung and Jimin turn back after being kissed?

This is all too confusing and not something you think you’ll figure out anytime soon. You run your hands down your face and groan quietly. There’s also this Sooyoung girl, that you feel is hiding something.

She seems sweet and genuine, so you don’t feel like she’s keeping something that will hurt anyone but herself. Several times it looked like she was going to say something, then decided not to, biting her lips and darting her eyes away. If it wasn’t for her, you don’t think Jin would have made it. You sigh again and turn onto your back to resume staring at the ceiling.

This is all too confusing.

~                   ~                     ~

The next morning, the breakfast table is awfully quiet. Everyone is silently eating the pancakes that you made, which are good, but they don’t taste the same as Jin’s cooking. The bite in your mouth feels like paste as you try to swallow it.

Seokjin is asleep on the couch still, and the lack of dad jokes from him is really bringing the mood down.

Hoseok clears his throat and forces a smile onto his face, always the one to try and brighten the atmosphere. “Hey, cheer up everyone. I know things look bleak, but Jin hyung is alright! Thanks to everyone’s help, he’s pulled through. Now, we just need to make sure he doesn’t try to get up and mother everyone.” That causes a few giggles around the table and he continues. “It’s his turn to get a break and be babied…but nobody tell him that I said that, he’ll have my hide.”

Another round of laughter sounds and the mood lifts a little, everyone reminded that he’s okay, and the vampire camp was taken out. Jungkook comes in then and sends you a smile from the entrance where he’s hesitating. You wave him over and he comes in to sit next to you. He’s acting shy around everyone again, you notice.

Jungkook takes your hand gently under the table and you feel a blush dusting your cheeks, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his sweet affection. After breakfast is done, everyone splits up the chores and go to do their work so that when Jin is awake, he’ll be waking to a clean house.

You and Jungkook take the kitchen. Jungkook insists on scrubbing the dishes while you dry them, saying that the washing part is harder, and you deserve a break. You giggle as he hums while cleaning the plates, soapy suds up to his elbows. His muscular arms look a bit out of place with Jin’s pink dish gloves on as they dunk into soapy water and clean thin glass plates decorated with flowers. You just keep trying to hold in your giggles and smile, so he doesn’t catch you staring.

Jungkook hands over the last plate and sees the smile you’re trying to bite back. He raises an eyebrow and leans his arms on the sink, flipping his long hair back by jerking his head and grinning at you as he takes a break. “You like what you see?” He asks teasingly and you feel your face burst into flames.

Your voice shakes a little as you dry the plate and try to look casual when you tease him back, “Maybe I do. You know, the helpful husband look looks great on you.”

Jungkook freezes at your words as he’s about to dunk his gloved hands into the sink to wash the forks. His lips twitch and you swear he would be blushing right now if he was a human, with the way his eyes dart around, trying to figure out what to say.

Your own cheeks heat up even more when you realize that what you said is also embarrassing to you. That wasn’t supposed to backfire like this.

Jungkook regains his composure and gives you a side glance that has your heart thumping in your chest. “Mm, really?” You see him smirk to himself as he rinses a handful of forks before turning and holding them out to you.

You reach out and wrap your fingers around the forks, then Jungkook pulls you towards him and you squeal when you almost smash into his chest. You stop a few inches from him and look up to see him grinning at you.

“Have you thought that about me before?”

You look away and will your blush to go down. “No.”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” He chuckles and you snatch the forks out of his hands, moving to a different part of the kitchen to escape his teasing. As you dry the forks furiously, you feel him watching you from the sink. Then he finally goes back to washing the cups.

Stupid.

Annoying.

Tease.

You wish you could find a way to get back at him without embarrassing yourself while you’re at it. He’s too good at this teasing thing and it’s getting on your nerves that you always end up being the one that gets flustered by the end.

You’ll think of a way to get him.

Jerk.

The both of you finish the dishes without you combusting into a flame of humiliation as you wipe the counters while he sweeps before you declare your job to be done.

Jungkook puts the broom away and lifts his hand up to you, which you clap with your own as he smiles. “Good work, partner.” He smiles sweetly.

Damn it, Jungkook.

~               ~               ~

“Ohh, no way!” You squeal and snatch the tattered blue book from the bookshelf that caught your eye as you were scanning your options. Jungkook chuckles and leans against the bookshelf as he watches you with a sparkle in his eye.

“Kookie, look! It’s the original Beauty and the Beast!” You exclaim and show him the title. He nods with a huge smile on his face.

He never knew watching someone look through old books and getting excited about what they find could be so endearing. But then again, you’ve proven him wrong about a lot of things. You always love when he reads you the book he found a while ago, so he proposed that you find a book to read him and you could take turns.

You trace over the delicate gold etching in the blue book, following the lines of the title with your finger.

La Belle et La Bête

“I want to read this one to you.” You say quietly and Jungkook wills himself not to scream from how cute you are.

“I’d like that.” He says calmly, opposite to the absolute storm of emotions swirling inside of him.

“I’m going to read some to myself first, though. I always read better when I’ve read it before.” You say shyly, keeping your eyes on the book. Jungkook tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Alright. We can start whenever you want to.”

“Ok.”

Oh gosh, he is really going to need you to stop being so cute if he’s going to live through this.

~                   ~                  ~

“Hey there, bookworm!”

You look up from the book you’ve been so engrossed in for the past two days since finding it, your back leaning against the trunk of the willow tree in the clearing. Tae is striding towards you with a smile, waving his hand in the air as greeting.

You wave back and smile. “Hey, Tae! What’s up?”

The pretty boy stops in front of you and nods towards the book in your lap, “Whatcha reading?”

“Beauty and the Beast.”

“Ah, very fitting.” Tae smirks and you roll your eyes, “Shuddup.” He laughs again and you shake your head in amusement before closing your book. “It seems like you were looking for me, did you need me?”

He takes a seat next to you on the grass and groans as he stretches his long legs out in front of him. “I’ve been meaning to talk to someone about this, but every time I bring it up, they get uncomfortable and upset.”

“Even Ga-In?”

“Especially Ga-In.” Tae sighs sadly, “She has a tender heart.”

“She does.” You agree quietly, then you set the book down and give him your full attention. “What can I help with?”

Tae bites his bottom lip for a moment before responding, thinking about how to word it. “I know you must be thinking this too. I’m just wondering how Seokjin hyung became human…that’s all…” He mumbles before glancing at you. You nod in agreement, “I’ve been wondering that too. It really scares me how he could’ve died from that knife wound, being human and all.”

Tae shakes his head and you look at him curiously as he speaks slowly, “Actually, I think him turning might have saved his life.”

“What do you mean?”

“He must have been turning before he was stabbed, or else the silver knife would’ve killed him as a vampire.” Tae muses, his brows furrowed as he thinks about it.

Oh…

Oh gosh, you never thought of that.

You lick your lips to wet them and clear your throat, “H-how does that work, anyway? The whole silver thing.”

Tae keeps his eyes straight forward as he answers you, “I don’t really know why silver kills vampires. All I know is it needs to be pure silver, and if you get them in the head or where their heart would be, it’ll kill them almost instantly. But if you hit them in the arm, or say, in the abdomen like Jin hyung, it’s almost like a poison that will spread and lead to death slower.”

You nod, your stomach turning at the thought of Seokjin almost being poisoned slowly by silver if he hadn’t turned human before being stabbed.

So that leads you back to the main question.

Why and how did he turn human before he was stabbed?

“I just don’t get it…” Tae grunts in frustration. “I don’t get why Jimin and I turned, and why Jungkook hasn’t. And now Jin hyung turned and there wasn’t a girl involved at all.”

You try not to snort in laughter at the way that sounded.

“I don’t get it either. How could a kiss turn a vampire human again?” You wonder aloud, not bringing up the fact that it didn’t work for Jungkook.

Tae squints as he racks his brain. Then he turns to look at you, “Unless, it wasn’t the kiss.”

“What else could it have been?” You ask, your brain turning to figure it out.

You’re both grabbing your heads and gently knocking them with your fists, almost like you’re trying to physically beat the answer into your minds. After another minute, Tae growls and stands up, his hair a mess from pulling at it. “This is driving me crazy, gosh.”

“Me too.” You sigh.

“I’m going to take a walk and hope it comes to me. Enjoy your story.” He sends you a grim smile before turning to leave.

That’s when it hits you.

Tae whips around at the exact moment that you gasp. His eyes are wide and you’re sure he’s thinking the same thing.

“The story!”

“The book!”

You both shout at the same time, and Tae rushes over to sit next to you again. “Oh my gosh!” He starts laughing maniacally, his eyes wide and shining. “It wasn’t the kiss!” He shouts and starts to laugh again as you finish his thought.

“It was when they said they loved you.” You speak quietly and he nods tearfully. “It’s because they love you guys…you.”

“I guess that’s what happened in your story too, right?” He says and you nod. “Yeah, Belle loves the Beast for who he is inside, not outside. But what about Jin?”

“It’s because he saved that man…the one that tried to kill him.” Tae whispers breathlessly.

You both look at each other in wonder at your realization. “You turned human again when it was proven that you didn’t lose yourselves!” You shout, then clamp your hand over your mouth, looking around before taking your hand away and whispering. “Ga-In and Yuri saw the goodness in you two, and it proved you weren’t monsters. So, you overcame the darkness and became yourselves again.” You have tears in your eyes as Tae wipes at his own.

“Seokjin hyung.” Tae wipes his eyes again. “He didn’t need someone to fall in love with him, he proved his humanity by saving someone who tried to harm him…he never lost his kindness.”

You start crying freely as everything clicks into place. You’re feeling such overwhelming emotions right now, you don’t know what to do. You’re beyond happy about your new findings, but now your hope for Jungkook is plummeting.

You know he has a good soul.

But why won’t it work?

You love him, you know you do.

So, it’s because of you. It has to be.

Your love must not be strong enough to combat the darkness.

You failed him.

Tae watches your smiling face slowly start to crumple, another tear slipping out that he can tell isn’t from joy. He knows exactly what you’re thinking as he reaches out to touch your shoulders. “Hey, y/n. It isn’t like that, alright? You love him, and he loves you. There’s no denying that. I don’t know why it didn’t work, but it isn’t your fault. We’ll figure this out, ok?”

You nod and wipe your eyes, pushing the feelings of hopelessness, anger, and pain down and corking it inside. “We’re not going to lose him, y/n. Don’t despair, not now and not ever.”

You give him a sad smile, encouraged by his words of comfort. Then Tae frowns, “I don’t think we should tell the others.” You look at him in surprise.

“Why not?”

He messes with his fingers and looks away from you. “I love the boys, of course I do. But I also know them, and I know how badly they want to be human again. I’m afraid if we tell them, it’ll make them feel as though they aren’t good enough and they are beyond hope.”

You nod slowly in understanding as he continues, “They might also try to do something that will turn them human, and we can’t say if that will work, or if it has to happen without your knowledge of it. And again, if they do something and don’t turn back, they’ll lose hope. That’s the only thing they have left…they can’t lose hope.” Tae whispers so quietly that you’re leaning in to hear him.

You pull back when he’s finished and nod your head, “Ok, let’s keep it between us for now.”

You aren’t happy about the decision, but you know he’s right. You already saw Jungkook having a panic attack and not drinking blood because he was afraid it was his fault after he somehow found out that Jimin and Tae turned because of Ga-In and Yuri.

This is best for now.

After another minute of silence, Tae takes your hand and helps you to stand. “Well, let’s get back and see how Jin hyung is holding up. When I left, he was scolding Namjoon for dusting the mantel the wrong way.” He rolls his eyes playfully and you laugh as you grab your book and follow Tae back to the house.

You never saw him.

You never heard him.

Jungkook stands with his back pressing against the willow tree where he hid himself after hearing an odd conversation between you and Tae.

He was coming to sit with you…he thought maybe you could start to read to him today.

Now he’s trying his best to breathe evenly, and not panic.

Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

Jungkook feels tears prick in his eyes and he covers his face with his hands, sighing shakily. “Fuck.” He mumbles into his hands. He knew he was too far gone. There isn’t any human left in him. He’s going to turn. He can feel it already, and he’s panicking.

Jin hyung never lost who he was.

Tae hyung never lost who he was.

Jimin hyung never lost who he was.

The rest of them still act like themselves and they will all turn back. They’ll all turn back and leave him all alone.

Fuck.

Oh fuck.

Jungkook brings his hands down, his eyes glazing over and slowly turning a deeper shade of red as the anger and panic swarm his mind. Then he pushes off the tree and moves deeper into the forest.

~                   ~               ~

“Jungkook~” You knock on his door three times, then you wait. You have your book in hand, ready to start reading to him today. When he doesn’t answer, you frown and knock again; three soft raps.

“Kook, open up! Don’t you want to read?” Your frown deepens at the silence that follows, then you crack the door open and peek your head in. “Kookie?”

The room is empty. His plain grey bed a little messed up, but everything else is in its place.

Oh, maybe he’s out getting some blood?

He usually hangs out with you during the day, so that’s the only explanation you can come up with for him being gone. You sigh and close the door, then you make your way back downstairs to hang out with Seokjin and wait for Jungkook to get back.

“Hey, Jinnie!” You call happily when you see him sitting up on the couch, propped up with pillows as he sips on some broth. A huge smile breaks out on his face as you situate yourself on the chair next to the couch. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve just come back from the dead.” He grins and sends you a wink, making you laugh. “What are you reading?” He glances at the blue book in your hands and you hold it up to show him. “Beauty and the Beast! I was going to read it to Kook today, but he must be out getting some blood.” Jin nods in understanding. “Well, that’s a good choice. I’m sure he’ll love it when he gets back.”

You and Jin keep talking, a few people coming in every once in a while, like Namjoon making sure Jin has taken his pain medicine, and Sooyoung shyly refilling his bowl of broth. Before you know it, the sky is starting to darken. You look out the living room window and frown, not having seen or heard Jungkook come back yet.

“You can go and see if he’s outside.” Jin says kindly, noticing the look on your face. “Don’t feel like you have to sit and talk with an old man like me.”

You look back at Jin to glare at him. “Don’t talk like that. You’re one of my closest friends, and you’re not old.” You grumble, crossing your arms. Seokjin’s eyes light up and he smiles brightly, “Tell that to the little shits next time they tease me. Thanks y/n, for everything.” He says quietly, “But seriously, go and see if he’s outside. He might not be feeling well, and I’m more worried about him than myself.”

You nod reluctantly, but only leave when Namjoon comes in to hang out with Jin. You make your way out the front door, glancing at the sky again and hurrying down the porch steps to find Jungkook before the sun sets. You decide to head to the clearing, hoping he might be there.

~               ~                ~

“Maybe you misunderstood, yeah maybe you heard them wrong.” Jungkook wrings his hands, smearing the blood on them and coating them even more as he tries to calm himself down. He takes another shaky breath and refrains from touching his face as he looks back down at his bloodied hands and tries not to let the tears fall. Jungkook swallows thickly, “Ok, just calm down. Calm down and go back to y/n, she can help you. She can fix this.”

“You turned human again when it was proven that you didn’t lose yourselves!”

Your words ring in his ears and he feels his chest tighten with anxiety. He’s been trying to convince himself this whole time that he’s okay, and that you love him. Now, he knows he’s too far gone. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself from turning. And it’s all his fault.

A choked sob leaves his throat and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand where there isn’t any blood.

Fuck.

They’re going to leave him alone…all of the boys are going to turn human without him and you’re going to see that he really is a monster, that he is too far gone and then you’ll leave him too.

He’s going to be alone forever and he’s going to be trapped in this body that he wants nothing to do with anymore, forced to drink blood forever.

Jungkook sobs again, grabbing at his hair. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want any of this. Why did this have to happen to him? What did he do to deserve this??

His legs start to shake and he pulls at his hair roughly, trying to focus and not break down. But he can’t do it. He can’t calm down. A pained and angered scream leaves Jungkook’s throat and he goes into the forest again before his right mind can convince him to think rationally.

A few minutes later, Jungkook is standing over a dead deer, no memory of killing it in his mind. He’s covered in blood down his entire front, his shirt soaked with it, a deep red that makes him sick to look at. Jungkook wipes his hands down his shirt, trying to wipe it clean, but he only succeeds in making it worse.  

He stumbles out of a clump of trees into the clearing that he must’ve somehow found his way back to. Then, his legs give out underneath him and he’s on the ground, curling his legs inward and holding them tightly to his chest.

“C-c-calm down…calm down. You didn’t do it, you didn’t hurt the deer. That was not you, you just need to go home and see y/n and go to sleep. Y/n will make it better.” Jungkook whispers to himself, his voice hoarse and panicky as he tries to convince himself that he didn’t just brutally kill a deer and drink its blood.

Tears well up in his eyes as memories of him drinking the Hunter’s blood and shoving you to the ground in the psych hospital flash through his mind. The way the sun hurts his skin when he stands in it and the fear in your eyes when you looked at him after you had been lost in the woods all night. The hurtful things he’s said to you, and the fact that even you loving him can’t save him.

He is too far gone. He always was.

You’re right, you are fucked.

Jungkook flinches violently and covers his ears with his bloody hands, “Oh fuck. You’re not here, you’re not here, you’re not here.” He looks around frantically as if someone is about to come out of nowhere and pounce him.  

Did you miss me?

The voice chuckles wickedly and Jungkook feels his throat constrict and his chest tighten with horror.

You didn’t think you’d actually gotten rid of me, did you?

~               ~              ~

You just step into the clearing when you hear a scream come from somewhere over by the willow tree. Your heart leaps to your throat as your feet take off toward the sound, praying that he isn’t hurt. You know who it is.

Jungkook is crouched on the ground, folded almost into a little ball as he plugs his ears and screams at the top of his lungs.

“GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!”

You run over to him and gasp, your hands flying to your mouth when you see him covered in blood. His shirt is drenched in it, it’s up his arms and on his face too. Your fear only lasts a split second, then you’re rushing to him and kneeling next to him on the ground, pulling at his arms to try and get him to look at you.

“Jungkook! Jungkook, look at me, I’m here! I’m here, Kookie!” Tears stream down your face, unnoticed by you as you tug on him firmly. His eyes fly open and he looks over at you, then he pushes you away from him and moves himself back until his back is pressed against a big rock.  

“D-d-don’t touch me.” He cries and wipes at his arms and face. “P-please don’t look at me, y/n. Don’t see me like this.” He breaks down in tears again and chokes on his sobs. “I can’t do this! I never wanted this! I don’t want to be a monster!” He’s screaming so loud you’re sure someone miles from here could hear him.

Your heart breaks into pieces at his words and how vulnerable he looks pressed against the rock and desperately scrubbing at his messy arms and face. You crawl forward and grab his wrist, pulling it to you and wiping his hand with your clean shirt before he has time to protest. Jungkook watches you, his chest heaving as you make quick work of taking his other hand and wiping it clean as well. You get up on your knees and shuffle closer to lift your shirt and get his face cleaned off gently. Jungkook’s whole body is shaking as he watches you with wide red eyes. Fear, confusion, and relief swim in his gaze when you look at him.

“I- I didn’t do it.” You hear him whisper, almost as if he’s talking to himself. You pet his hair gently and stroke his cheek, “You’re okay, Kookie. I’m here now, and you don’t have to be scared.”

Jungkook blinks a few times, his eyes trying to focus on you again. “Y/n?” He asks quietly and you nod, “I’m here.” When you put your hand on his cheek, he leans into it a little, then something flashes in his eyes and he pulls away.

“I’m fine.”

“Ok.”

You don’t want to push him, not when he’s just had another panic attack. Jungkook looks down at your shirt and mutters, “Your shirt is ruined.”

“It was getting old and ratty anyway, this gives me an excuse to call dibs on the ones we found in the attack yesterday.” You reassure him, waiting for him to give you a small smile like he usually does, even when he’s upset.

But it never comes.

Jungkook takes your hands and moves you gently away from him enough for him to have room to stand. You look at him sadly, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you. Jungkook stands and starts walking to the house, silent as a grave.

You follow him quietly, watching him from behind and hoping he just needs some sleep. When you two make it to the house, he goes upstairs to his room, shutting the door before you get a chance to say anything.

The next morning, Jungkook doesn’t come to the kitchen archway.

He doesn’t smile shyly at you and sit next to you.

He doesn’t hold your hand under the table or help you feed Koko, giggling at the way the little fish gobbles down his food.

He doesn’t offer to read to you or pick flowers with you.

Jungkook doesn’t even talk to you.

You’re sitting on the front porch, your chin in your hands as you look out at the afternoon sun lighting the forest with its warm glow. A small sigh leaves your lips as you stare at a patch of blue flowers and will yourself not to cry.

You don’t move when the front door opens, but when you see it’s Jungkook walking down the front steps with his hoodie up, you straighten and call out to him.

“Kookie! Can we please talk?”

Your hearts sinks to your feet when he completely blows you off, making his way into the shade of the trees without sparing you so much as a glance.

A single tear slips out and you take a shaky breath.

This is what you’ve been so afraid of.

You thought maybe you were just paranoid, overthinking things like you always do.

But as you watch his back disappear into the woods, you know it’s true.

You’re losing him.

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a/n: sorry :'(

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Midnight Shift: The Serpent at Burger King - A Seduction of Kevins Summary: The Devil comes disguised as everything you want, Alice Cullen comes with fondue fountains and Bugattis. wc: 1.7k Read on ao3

There was one simple lesson I learned from a young age and quickly internalized while living as a Cullen.

Never play chess with a psychic.

You think a mind reader is a problem? No, you just have to add on geographical distance and then you're back on an equal playing field; as long as you keep apart, you can use your best strategies and winning is still possible. A psychic though, there is no distance you can go to be hidden from their sight. Once they get their teeth in you, your odds at winning are – for a lack of a better word – shit. So, as I held Alice's gaze at our local Burger King, I reminded myself this one very important rule.

Never play chess with a psychic.

Too late.

If you did find yourself playing chess with a psychic, the best course of action would be to become irrational and flip the board. You might not win, but neither would they and you'd save yourself the effort. I took a deep breath and assessed the situation. There were currently five humans with ten pairs of working human eyes at the restaurant; flipping the board would be disastrous, either people would die or they'd bear witness to vampiric activity. So that's out of the question, next strat.

Though Alice had gotten used to reading around the blind spots caused by me, she hadn't totally mastered it yet. My best choice was to act without thinking and take over the conversation as much as possible. That, well, that I could manage no problem.

"Well, well, well. What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Assistant Manager?" I addressed Gay Kevin, hoping to also neutralize Jasper. Mr. Emotional Roofie was another obstacle here, trying to goad my coworkers so that they emotionally overwhelm him was my best shot. "Showing up two hours late to your shift with no warning?"

Gay Kevin looked exhausted.

"Please, not in front of the customers," he sounded embarrassed. Not Kevin snorted and took the interruption as an opportunity to make Milkshake boy his drink and get away from Alice. Meanwhile, Straight Kevin hopped over the counter and directly headed towards the old fries – if we didn't do our duty to eat them, they would be thrown out.

I also took notice of the guy that came in with the Kevins; he was shorter than Gay Kevin but slightly taller than Straight Kevin, he had thick black hair, but more importantly, he carried a video camera with him. He observed us, brown eyes full of amusement, and I sincerely hoped he was a vlogger.

"They aren't customers," I chirped with a predatory smile.

"I am a one though," Milkshake boy frowned. I waved him off.

"You're Not Kevin adjacent. You don't count," Gay Kevin looked increasingly irritated despite Jasper's attempt at giving chill vibes. He crossed his arms.

"So, what's this? You decide to throw a party while I was gone?"

I was about to retort when Alice interrupted me. I glared.

"There IS a party involved, but not here and not right now. Alice Cullen, nice to meet you, I'm –"

"Resentment's sister," Alice scrunched up her nose but nodded.

"Yup! And I came here to personally invite you, other Kevin, and Not Kevin to Nessie's party"

"You said you were born on 9/11," Straight Kevin's said accusingly with a mouth full of fries.

"It's not a birthday party," Alice tried to clarify, only to be drowned out by Not Kevin.

"You were born on 9/11?" I turned to address him and realized he was making Milkshake boy a chocolate shake, ruining all the hard work I put into my performance. Today was definitely not my day.

"I mean, yeah, but not like 9/11 9/11. I'm only 16," Not Kevin nodded but then his eyes widened as a realization seemed to hit him.

"Oh fuck. I forgot that was 20 years ago…"

"I wasn't even born 20 years ago," Straight Kevin added and it seemed to act as a punch to Not Kevin's gut.

"God, you guys are babies. I remember my parents picking me up from kindergarten early and being glued to the news for the rest of the day," Gay Kevin's statement also appeared to have a negative effect on Not Kevin, making him look even more miserable. Camera man looked like there was no place he rather be. Alice, well, she looked endlessly irritated.

"I feel so old" Not Kevin whispered, shell-shocked.

"You are old. What are you, like 50?" Not Kevin glared at me.

"What's 9/11?"

I blinked. Everyone went quiet and stared at Milkshake boy, who looked very confused. No one spoke for a full beat.

"Jack's 19 and, uh, Canadian," Not Kevin shrugged helplessly and said as if that explained everything. He handed the kid his milkshake.

"Hey, I thought there weren't any Oreos –"

"ANYWAY," Alice said loudly and we all looked at her, "it's not a birthday party. It's more like a celebration of Nessie's first job. Our family would love to have all of you for dinner"

"She means that we'd love to have you at the event. Not that we want to eat you for dinner," Jasper added unnecessarily and made me want to face palm. So, I did.

"I wasn't worried about possible cannibalism when she said it, but now I am," Straight Kevin took a wary step away from Jasper. Alice rolled her eyes.

"There will be plenty of free food and you can take as many leftovers as you want with you," Straight Kevin seemed to seriously consider this.

"I'm in," Alice handed him a pink envelope and smiled. Fuck.

Improvise.

"Speaking of customers. We have one right now," I pointed at Camera man, "so we can't deal with you right now," I tried to push Alice out the store but she held her ground.

"I'm also not a customer," he shrugged, "I came for the rats"

Shit.

"Tài…don't do this" Gay Kevin pleaded.

"My hands are tied. I promised my audience," so he was some sort of vlogger. This was admittedly the only good thing that has happened today.

"See, he's not a customer. I can stay," I groaned at Alice's smug tone.

"Technically, you're both loitering. So, neither of you should stay"

"I agree with the Assistant Manager"

Alice and I stared down at each other while Camera man and Gay Kevin had a silent conversation with their eyes. For the next while, the only sounds that could be heard in the restaurant were Straight Kevin loudly chewing, Milkshake boy slurping, and Olivia Rodrigo's drivers license playing on the speakers.

Suddenly, Not Kevin snapped his fingers, drawing our attention to him.

"You know, it occurs to me that since both Kevins are finally here, I can take my break. Come on Jack, I'm taking you home," he quickly made his way around the counter and grabbed Milkshake boy. "I'll make sure to call if I'm somehow two hours late," I smirked at Alice as her eyes narrowed. I greatly encouraged any action that made her look like that.

Milkshake boy tilted his head and didn't let himself be dragged out of the joint. I had half a mind to help Not Kevin.

"But dad said to –"

"Your dad will be ok with this as long as you don't set the house on fire. Again" Milkshake boy frowned.

"It happened once. I said I was sorry"

"Yeah, yeah. Come on bud, time's ticking"

Finally, that seemed to get Milkshake boy moving and heading to the door.

"Don't forget your invite!" Alice called out.

"We're good," Not Kevin responded with a hand on the door and the other pulling the teen along.

"Did I mention there will be a fondue fountain?"

Not Kevin hesitated by the door and I could only feel horror as my stomach dropped. Not Kevin was weak for cheese and cheese related by-products.

"Chocolate or cheese?"

"Both," I held my breath. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fucking fair.

"Shame, I'm on a diet"

"You aren't –"

And they were both gone before Milkshake boy could finish calling out Not Kevin's blatant lie. I fist bumped the air and stuck my tongue out at Alice, fully intending to gloat over this minor victory.

That is, until I saw Alice smiling.

Fucking psychics.

"What's got you so smug," I snarked, hoping to get a hint of whatever vision she just had. She smirked and I could tell she could see right through me. So much for not playing chess with psychic.

"I had a sudden revelation that everything will be alright," her eyes twinkled with mischief and, not for the first time, I was very jealous of Edward. Why the fuck did he get the mind reading powers? Tactile thought projection was so stupid and useless the majority of the time.

"You're so fucking annoying"

"I prefer the term persistent," I'd prefer if she was set on fire. "Which reminds me, hey boys"

Camera man and Gay Kevin stopped doing whatever the hell they were doing and paid attention to Alice, who was holding up one her dumb little pink envelopes.

"What do you say, a chance to eat fancy rich people food and see some fancy rich people cars," Camera man turned to Gay Kevin.

"Babe"

"Is this like, appropriate. Professionally speaking," Gay Kevin scrunched up his nose trying to figure out the etiquette of this weird ass situation.

"I'm more than happy to take you guys on a spin in my brand-new Bugatti"

"Babe"

"Why does this feel like bribery?" Gay Kevin narrowed his eyes at Alice, he seemed incredibly suspicious.

"Because it is," I growled and attempted to set Alice on fire with my stare.

"And I fully admit it. I just want to throw a good party, and guest are a very important part," she stretched out her hand towards Camera man, "think about it, that's all I ask"

Camera man and Gay Kevin shared a look, and Camera man grabbed the envelope. Ugh.

"Wonderful! Remember to R.S.V.P., we'll leave you to it," she waved and grabbed Confederate hubby.

They walked away and I could hear Alice speak, her voice far too low for human ears, but just the right volume for me.

"There's been a change of plans, we're meeting up Esme"

I scowled. I knew it was bait, I knew Alice wanted me to hear her, and it was driving me insane. Why would they need to see Esme? Why would Alice want me to know this?

I fucking hated my life.