#but it oozes a spooky vibe that's already making me not want to leave my bed

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Not me starting a horror book at 6am while I have anxiety...

[lemon-boy-stan]

SINGULARITY

summary: a millennium ago, your heart was broken by the only boy who loved you. a forever later, his heart was broken by the only girl he ever loved. genre: angst, vampire and witch!au (y/n is a witch). warnings: none, heartbreak. a/n: listen to/loop ‘singularity’ while reading.

The old birch door swung open with a creak, the rusted sign clattering in the eerie wind. You sighed. This place was old, and there might not be any Wi-Fi here. But it was your only shot at getting a good night’s sleep without the possibility of  being murdered or robbed.

The empty road was dangerous at night and you were almost out of fuel, deserted in the middle of nowhere, miles away from Seoul. It was spooky so quiet. 

There was a soft ring as the door shut and a different kind of ambience filled the velveteen walls with a ghostly light and you felt at home. A pale woman with a hunched back and greying hair appeared at the front desk - which was also birch. Birch and rusting. Like the wood was so old it rusted like metal. 

A cold breeze blew and the lady frowned, raising up her tortoiseshell glasses to her face. “We haven’t had any visitors for a long time... especially since... gosh, it’s been a while. He’ll be very happy, yes, you do look quite like her. Perhaps... perhaps the time has come... a millennium, she said... perhaps it is now time for me to rest... if only...” she appeared to be talking to herself.

You took a step back. You didn’t like this place as much as you originally did. It wasn’t as fancy, more scary. It didn’t help that the woman was really, really creepy, either. 

Despite your discomfort, the lady smiled, clearing her throat, the attention of her gazed eyes turning to you. “But of course, it’s far too dangerous for you to stay outside! Especially not at night...” she shivered, like she’d been reading your earlier thoughts. 

“Follow me, dear, there’s a room down the hall. Unfortunately, you will have to share, as the other six have been occupied for quite a long time, if I do say so myself...” she chuckled at her own joke, though you didn’t really understand it. The place looked kind of empty. “We can move your things inside once you’ve settled in.”

“Oh, no,” you interrupted her quickly, “thank you, but I’ll just be staying overnight.” you might not even stay the whole night. You’d probably find a way to sneak out later without offending the old woman, she looked lonely.

The lady chuckled sadly, “that’s what they all say, isn’t it? He always lures them here, looking for her. Poor man. Feasts on all those pretty girls. In and never out, just like clockwork. Leaves the rest for his hyungs. You’re different, though. Perhaps there is something about you, he might like, hmm? I wish you farewell and good luck, dear, this is your stop. I hope you enjoy reading.” with a tilt of her hand she waved, and then she was gone.

The door swung open by itself, whistling in the air. It was pretty spooky, and it wasn’t even Halloween yet, it was May, but the interior designers obviously didn’t think so. 

The Victorian walls were laced with black swirls that looked like cobwebs. The mirror on said wall was round and coloured an ominous black shade. The bed was black and ghastly, with black and red sheets. Above it hung a black clock that seemed to be broken. 

You checked yours, and it appeared to have stopped as well. You clicked your phone but the screen remained dark. You began to back out of the room, instincts shouting danger. The door slammed shut. The candles, scattered all over the room in black mantles, flickered, their flames swaying in the breeze as a lump formed in your throat. Whoever was here was trying to scare you, and it was working.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a thick, chocolatey, hollow voice oozed out with warmth, making you jump. The voice chuckled at your surprise obnoxiously. You turned to the corner of the room, where a man with dark hair, pale skin and a ruffled white collar sat at a writing desk, returning his fountain pen to the pot of ink. 

The beautiful man smiled, getting up. “Chaewong really outdid herself this time...” he murmured the words quietly, taking a step forwards, approaching you carefully. “What a brilliant witch she is, hmm?” the woman at the front desk was a witch? Now, that didn’t make any sense. 

“Am I high?” you didn’t mean to say. The man glared at you and you were afraid you’d offended him but thankfully, he sighed, uncrossing his arms. 

“Your generation... you’re all so naïve.” he scoffed at his own words, prancing around you like a predator stalking his prey; as if he were some kind of higher power. You frowned. What did he mean, ‘your generation’? You were the same age as he was, if not a few months younger. Anyone could tell. 

“Look,” you went with your guts. “I get that this is a joke. So, you got your eomma into it somehow, and got a bit of technology for it, too. I gotta say, great job on the set. But this is getting really creepy, and I just really need a place to stay. I don’t mind sharing a room with you, but if you don’t mind just backing off for a bit -” 

Your own eomma had always said you were bad at choosing words of speech. The man growled before huffing and uncrossing his arms again. “You always were the same, weren’t you? Stubborn. Forgetful. Ignorant.” he laughed at forgetful and you clenched your fists; you really didn’t like this guy’s vibe.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m going to call the police. You’re going to jail for harassment. See here? I’m going to call the police on you.” you wove your phone around even though you’d been having trouble turning it on. 

The man sighed sadly, “that won’t work.” he hung his head low, sniffing. The voice that dripped confidence now dripped misery. “I’m sorry, Y/N... I learnt my lesson. I really did. I love you forever. I didn’t mean to court her. I only ever wanted you; only you.”

“How do you know who I am?” these serial killers were dangerous on a whole new level. The black-haired man sighed, pushing back his dark locks. “Magic doesn’t stop time,” he murmured sadly, “but love does.” He stepped closer, hoping, praying, that you recognised those words. All you recognised, however, was that you needed to get out of here, and fast.

“Magic always came with a price,” the man continued on, “but you won’t remember that.” you felt sorry for him, perhaps he had a bad case of amnesia. “You’re the one under a memeory spell! Your own, if I do recall.” could everyone here read your thoughts? “Yes,” he crossed his arms, “yes, we can.”

“‘We’?” you thought out loud. The tall man grumbled loudly. “You used to know them. And it’s your fault you forgot them. They are members of our kingdom’s court.” now he was talking nonsense. “I am not talking nonsense,” he retorted, “merely the truth. You knew them, once, and you left them. But nevermind that. You’re here now, and right now all that really matters, is us. You and I, together again.” 

He advanced, and before you could object, hooked an arm around your waist, and placed a kiss on your lips. You gasped, but not from the kiss.  A white light flashed through your mind at an instant; a thousand memories tumbling into you all at once, pouring the heart back into your soul.

The boys at the palace were brats. They had you set the table only for them to mess it up again. They would send you to fetch things, only for them to tell you to return them shortly after. You went to school, hoping to make friends, only for them to have spread a rumor about you weeks before.

They did get better throughout the years, though, and began treating you as an equal. As their friend. And you didn’t mind, being the only girl in a group of eight. You liked it. 

But you liked one of them in particular, more than the rest. He was kind, quiet, beautiful, and he felt absolutely heavenly. His soft voice always sung you to sleep. His warm heart always comforted your broken one. He was the closest that you’d ever been to someone. He was -

“Kim Taehyung.” you spoke into the breath, gasping out the tears. You felt like someone had torn you open, pulled out your heart, thrown it away for years, only for you to find it again. “I’m sorry,” he choked, “I didn’t mean to. She. I was helpless, she...” only to find it broken again. “Please, please forgive me.” the words stung. “You let her,” your voice broke, “you let her make you a monster.” Taehyung flinched at your words.

“She made me,” he insisted, still holding you tight. “She made me. I couldn’t let her get to you, I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her turn you into...” he choked again, “into what I am.” 

Suddenly cold, you turned around, back facing him, taking a step forwards. “No!” his voice towered through the walls. Chairs and tables worked together to form a barrier that trapped you in with him. “Please,” his thick voice was shaky, “please let me love you.”

A single tear bit your cheek on its way down. That was as much as you would allow yourself over this man. He’d broken your heart one too many times. “I’m sorry, Taehyung,” you shook your head, shaking silently with tears. “But I love you too much.” 

He moaned with such misery that you wanted to break down and cry on him, just like you used to all those years ago. “At least break the curse,” he pleaded, “none of those girls are anything compared to you.” your heart screamed at you. Your lip trembled, “it’s already broken.” you knew he was frowning, “true love’s kiss.”

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Psst gothic vampire!Melarue (for the spooky season!) coming across Totally-Not-Suspiciously-Fleeing-From-Her-Shit-Husband-With-Child-In-Tow Kass, who's carriage (cheap, possibly stolen?) Has broken a wheel in the middle of a dark and stormy night, conveniently near the opulent but haunted(?) chateau Melarue uses as a (lair) base, as they Robin Hood their way into infamy. Cue shenanigans and fancy dress and soooo much pining :D

This is perfect for the Halloween season and is 100% my aesthetic, let’s do this. Sorry for it being so short but I wanted to get out a little bit now while I felt inspired. One Vampire AU coming right up!

Kass and Ash belong to @scurvgirl.

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Not many people comeby their chateau. It is quite out of the way, which is how theyprefer it, far enough from any of the nearby villages that most don’tremember it exists at all.

It means Melaruemust travel a bit, to feed, but they enjoy it that way. It is safer,and it lets them get some fresh air. They miss being outside morethan they’d like to admit, and take every chance they can to seemore of the world that they’ve missed over the centuries.

It is storming morethan usual for the this early in the season, the rain pelting the topof their carriage like hailstones as Morwen drives it closer to homeand the comfort of a glass of mulled wine and the company of theirchildren.

They have been gonefor several weeks, meeting with a member of their old coven toreminisce and hear the news from Nevarra City. It will be nice tosimply relax for a bit.  

Melarue smells thema moment before they hear Morwen call to the horses, and thecarriage lurches to a quick stop: two individuals and an injuredhorse. All of them reek of fear.

“Is everythingalright?” Morwen shouts over the din of the storm.

“Yes, I... Ourwheel—it is broken.” The voice is female, hesitant andfrightened. Whoever her companion is, they do not speak.

Melarue findsthemselves curious, and pulls back the curtain to see what has causedMorwen to pause. The carriage—little more than a wagon, with nocover from the rain—is leaning on one side, a shattered woodenwheel lying in pieces in the mud, the rest sinking into the oozechurned up by the rain.

Standing near athin, aged horse is a tall qunari woman. Her white curls areplastered to her face, her cotton dress soaked through. She’sshivering, one arm wrapped tight around a smaller figure pressedagainst her skirts.

A child, wrapped ina cloak much too large for her, looking up at Morwen and Melarue’sfour black horses with a mixture of fear and curiosity, bare feetsinking into the mud. She will catch her death in this weather,Melarue knows, and their heart aches at the thought of a childmiserable and cold.

“There is nothingto be done for the wheel,” Morwen exclaims, looking over the pieceswith a shake of his head. “I do not have the tools necessary toreplace it here. Is your destination far?”

The woman swallows,and shakes her head. “We were...”

“Morwen,”Melarue calls from the carriage, and their trusted servant turns.“Gather their things, we can house them for the evening and aidthem on their way in the morning. It is too cold for a child in thisrain.”

“Oh we couldn’timpose,” The woman holds her daughter closer. She is still afraid,which is understandable. A smart woman, who knows to be suspicious ofstrangers on the road at night. Still, the longer she and herdaughter remain out in this storm, the likelier they are to becomeill or worse, be set upon by highwaymen.

Melarue leans outfurther, feels the drops of cold rain on their neatly pinned hair,and catches the woman’s gaze. “I promise no harm will come to youwhile you are in my care. For the child’s sake, stay the evening inmy home.” They use a bit of influence with it, enough to assuagethe woman’s fears, but not enough to control. They do not enjoythat type of manipulation on those undeserving of deceit.

The woman’sshoulders sag a bit in defeat, and she gives a small nod. There isstill distrust in her eyes, but her love for her daughter and a bitof vampiric magic have settled her nerves enough to accept the help.

Melarue opens thecarriage themselves, while Morwen gathers the soaked belongings from thewagon. The little girl leaps inside with a quick “thank you”,nearly slipping on the wet carriage step. Melarue reaches out an armand helps the taller woman steady herself before she does the same.

“You are verykind,” The woman murmurs in thanks, settling on the seat oppositeMelarue with her daughter curled against her side. Close to the door,in case she needs to make a hasty escape. Melarue settles into thecorner furthest from it, to make them more comfortable and nods. “Donot burden yourself with worry. It is but a small thing.”

It is odd, to becalled kind, but it is a good feeling, they find. There is a softthump as Morwen places the woman’s belongings in the luggagecompartment, woefully little, by the barely discernible movement ofthe carriage.

“What will happento Happy, mama?” The little girl asks, from beneath the folds ofher wet woolen cloak.

“Your horse willbe tied alongside the carriage,” Melarue explains softly, “Andhoused in my stable to rest for the night. Do not worry, we will notleave the animal alone in the rain.”

The answer seems tosatisfy the child, who leans back against the seat cushion and seemsto fall asleep, as the carriage lurches forward and begins the trektoward Melarue’s home. The wordless look of gratitude upon hermother’s face makes something go tight in Melarue’s chest.

They are not certainif it is a wise decision, to bring the two home, but a part of themis certain it is the right one.

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I set it in Nevarra because Nevarra just gives me that vampire vibe, I dunno. XD Hope you enjoyed it! I may have already started drawing vampire Mel...