#by the epilogue you find yourself making choices of peace and change towards an end to the era of soldier children

[virtualcarrot]

Yk, I'm a kakairu shipper first and foremost. It's not a stance or anything, I'm just a fandom oldie and I imprinted on both Iruka and the ship way back when they first showed up, and I'm particular about them.

That being said, all shipwarring aside, even I have to admit I'm exasperated by the way Gai so often gets pushed aside in kakairu fandom content to make way for Iruka. The sighs I sigh

[coyotesongwriting]

When It Rains, It Pours - Ch. 15

Avengers - Bucky Barnes/Reader

Chapter 15 - A Fresh Start

Story Summary:  Things are going great between you and Bucky, until one day they aren’t. He dumps you, not knowing that what you’d wanted to talk to him about was the positive pregnancy test you held behind your back.

Chapter Summary: It's time for Bucky to take you out on a date. Will you still have the same feelings? Will you still be able to make it work or is this something better left in the past so you can focus on Aspen?

Author’s Note: Thank you guys for reading this, all mistakes are my own! Tomorrow will be the last chapter/epilogue.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

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Previous Chapter

Bucky had convinced you to stay in the tower for a few days so he could plan the perfect date. He’d taken some time off from missions, although he was still on-call in case of an emergency, and you’d been spending a lot of time with him and Aspen. This morning, the three of you had gone to a small toy store downtown, and you realized just how wrapped around her finger he already was. 

Every time Aspen found a toy she loved, he’d picked it up and added it to the basket. At first, it had been cute, but when he tried to add a rather loud singing toy you’d had to stop him. When you shook your head at him and put it back on the shelf he shot you a small pout.

“Do you want to hear that thing at all hours, non-stop? Because I swear that's what will happen” you laughed softly.

“But she loves it!” he frowned, sighing at the toy.

“Bucky, you’re already buying her half the store here. I promise you she won’t even remember the toy in a minute” you smiled at him.

Bucky tried to argue with you, and when that didn’t work he’d resorted to pleading. You laughed and dragged him away from the toy. It wasn’t long before Aspen - and Bucky - were playing with a set of blocks and they ended up in the basket too. Sure, Bucky couldn’t deny your baby girl a thing, but you weren’t sure you could deny him anything either. 

You’d steered them to the front, making your purchases and had returned to the tower before you realized that he’d managed to sneak the noisy toy in. Aspen was sitting on the floor, happily playing with the blocks when you turned to look at Bucky, a mock glare on your face as you silently held up the toy. Of course, the moment you moved it the loud music kicked on and your daughter turned to you, clapping and reaching for the toy. 

You’d given her the toy, and thrown a pillow at Bucky’s face. Twenty minutes later, it seemed like the tune had played for the millionth time. Every time the song started over, you shot a glare at Bucky who at least had the decency to flash you a sheepish grin. You’d finally excused yourself from the room to go get a snack, leaving Bucky behind to deal with the obnoxious toy. 

As you stepped out of the guest room that you had claimed as your own, you paused, glancing across the hall at the room that had once been yours. You’d refused to step foot in there ever since that night. With the door shut behind you, you froze in the hallway, torn. 

After a deep breath, you stepped forward and reached for the door handle. They’d never changed your permissions, and the door opened for you without resistance. As you walked in, shutting the door behind you, you flipped on the light switch and took in the scene in front of you.

The room looked almost as you remembered it. The pictures you’d taken with Bucky still covered the walls, and the Winter Soldier bedspread you’d bought as a joke was still on the bed. The closet door was open, and behind the clothes, you could make out cardboard boxes with your name written on them. 

On top of the dresser sat the photo taken the day you’d gotten engaged, and you picked it up carefully. You were wearing your favorite sundress, and your hair was being blown around wildly by the wind. The trees behind you were gorgeous shades of red and gold, but that wasn’t what drew your eye. No, Bucky was kneeling, your hand in his as he asked you to be his wife. 

The smile on his face was big enough to melt even the coldest heart, and you'd never imagined you could be as happy as you had been that day. Until the day you’d welcomed Aspen into the world, it had been the happiest day of your life. Now, it was just a bittersweet memory. You took a seat on the bed, looking around the room quietly, overwhelmed.

Memories of everything you’d lost began to race by and you struggled to fight back tears. A few moments later, the door opened and Bucky stepped in, shutting the door behind him again. You looked at him, puzzled, but before you could speak he beat you to it. 

“Clint and Nat have her, and it’s time for us to go on that date” his voice was nervous, watching you cautiously, “Does that work for you? Do you need time to get ready or are you good to go now or…?”

“Um… can you give me 15?” you asked, nerves beginning to settle in and overtake the sadness of the past. 

He shot you a soft smile, “I’ll meet you in 15 minutes, in the hall.”

You smiled back and slipped out of the room, back into yours. Clint and Nat were sitting in there, entertaining Aspen. Without saying a word to them, you took a seat on the bed and rested your head in your hands. Neither one spoke, both staying on the floor with Aspen as they waited for you to open up.

“What if this is a mistake?” you grumbled, “It’s been two years guys. What if we’re just better off as friends?”

“Well, I know you guys still have chemistry” Clint smirked, “I still have nightmares about walking in on you two in the lab!”

You let out a low chuckle when you heard his quiet yelp as Nat smacked his shoulder. You shot her a grateful smile and you waited anxiously to hear what she’d say. She had always been known to give you some pretty great advice. 

“First off, if you think you two would be better off as friends that’s completely fine. You don’t need to date him to have him in Aspen’s life, so don’t feel like you need to do this. However, I also know you are still in love with him, and I think you owe it to yourself to find out where this goes and you’ll regret it if you don’t” she chose her words carefully, watching you.

“I do want to give him another chance... I want this but what if he does this again? If he breaks my heart I don’t know how I’ll face him. And then how will that work with Aspen?” you gently chewed your lower lip. 

“I can’t tell you what’s right for you. But, I know that no matter what happens, you’ve got this. Things will work out with Aspen, I promise. You are both adults and you both adore this little girl, nothing will stop you from making sure she gets to be a part of both of your lives. If you want to try this, just focus on you and him tonight, just don’t worry about the rest. You can do that tomorrow. Just focus on tonight” Nat smiled softly at you.

“Come on [Y/N]. Don’t be a coward, go get laid” Clint laughed, grabbing Aspen up and skipping out of Nat’s way before she could smack him again.

“Are you seriously using my daughter as a shield right now?!” you stared at him, shooting him a playful glare.

You could see the thoughts racing across his face as he slowly set Aspen down by Nat and backed away. Once she was safely in Nat’s arms, you grabbed one of Aspen’s blocks and threw it at his head, and while he was distracted blocking that one you threw another one at his shin. He cursed, grabbing his leg while you got to your feet.

“You’re right, Nat.” you quickly brushed out your hair and changed in the bathroom before stepping back into the hallway at exactly the 15-minute mark. 

Bucky was wearing a maroon button-up shirt, and his hair was tucked back behind his ears. A soft smile graced his face as he looked you over. You smiled nervously at him, wringing your hands nervously in front of you. 

“You look gorgeous, Doll” Bucky held out his hand to you.

“Thanks, Bucky, you look good too. Where we off to?” you asked, slipping your hand into his.

He shot you a smirk, “You’ll see!”

The two of you bundled into Bucky’s car and began to drive. The ride was nice, peaceful as the two of you talked. Eventually, you’d turned on the radio and had begun to sing along with some obnoxious pop music. Bucky rolled his eyes at you, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face. The drive to the shore passed quickly, the two of you lost in the moment.

You paused as he led you up to the familiar diner, eyebrows drawing together curiously as you turned to look at him. He grinned, turning to face you again.

“We never got to go on the date you planned, I thought maybe it was time” his voice trailed off like a question, suddenly doubting he’d made the right choice.

A slow smile crept across his face as you pulled him towards the door, “It’s perfect, Bucky.”

~~~~~~

The evening passed in a blur. The food had been great and the two of you spent the evening laughing and talking. It had seemed like no time had passed at all, and as the sun began to set you headed out onto the shore. The crashing of the waves on the sand drew you in and you kicked off your shoes, strolling through the shallow surf. 

As the sun sank down below the horizon, Bucky pulled you down onto the sand next to him. The sky lit up in vibrant shades of red, pink and purple. You tucked yourself into his side, resting comfortably as night fell.

“I love you, [Y/N]” Bucky’s voice was quiet as he spoke, as if afraid to break the spell that had fallen over the shore.

“Bucky… I love you too” you gently pressed your lips to his cheek before leaning back, “But we need to talk about all this. If we want to do this, if we want to try again, we need to go slow. I can’t risk this going south, it would only hurt Aspen.” 

He smiled softly at you, pulling you close again, “I’m okay with that, Doll. We can take this as slow as you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that I love you, and I hope I can earn back your trust..”

“I’d like that, Bucky” a small grin crept across your face as you curled up into him.

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[jj-ktae]

Erotica - Epilogue - (M)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: SMUT Summary: You’re a rookie porn actress on the rise and everything goes well until you get offered a role in a big-budget porn movie, starring the most famous actor in the porn industry. Words: 2515 Warning: Read at your own risk Erotica was banned from the Tumblr search engine so it appears nowhere no matter which tags I use and you can only find it in my masterlist or in your dashboard. Might as well link the previous chapters and my masterlist here lol 

MASTERLIST 

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue -

Epilogue

Im Jaebum is funny.

You wouldn’t be able to explain the past two years without wailing. He has one or two flaws, most of them involving his laziness but nothing out of the ordinary.

It’s like he was made for you.

Today is the last day of his career. Jaebum has an interview for one of these magazines you always refused to appear in and he will be done with porn forever. It’s a day to celebrate, not only because you’re both out of the porn industry, but also because it’s the beginning of a new life.
 Erotica made you earn a lot of money and allowed Jaebum to invest into an old building to transform it into an apartment complex.

So naturally, he left this job after months of struggling with the idea of dating someone who regularly has sex with other people. It was hard for Jaebum, but he had no other choice.

It’s the first serious talk you both had, right after your first official night as a couple. You ended up accepting the fact that he had to keep working until the end of his contract, just like he had to accept the fact that you too, had other things planned before quitting.

You found yourself stopping before he did and started looking for another job, while he filmed his last movies as JB the porn star.

Tonight is a celebration yet Jaebum insisted on staying home and enjoy a peaceful night together. He brought food and wine, along with a pretty necklace that he insisted you should wear every minute of your life.

Your stomach is still full as you’re lying flat on your bed. It’s a hot summer day and not even the cool breeze is enough to electrify your moist body. You’re somehow lost in your thoughts, from the stress coming along with your new job to the relationship you’ve spent month building with Jaebum.

Said Jaebum aims for your attention when he sees you all spaced out, visibly full of food and ready to doze off.

He refuses to blame your hazy state on the slow sex you both just had.

“What are you thinking about?” He takes in the sight of your naked body, hand pressing against your burning skin as he leans a little bit to rest his head over your body. He finds shelter near your hipbone where he nibs at the skin before blowing cool air over it. “You look so serious.”

Jaebum isn’t used to you being so unaware of your surroundings. You’re so cautious of everything you do to forget about everything else but now you seem unfocused, not even bothered by the fact that he is drawing tiny patterns on your thigh.

“My tummy’s about to burst.”

He chuckles, biting at the tiny bulge under your navel. “You ate so well…” he mocks, kissing the spot when you start wriggling, falsely annoyed.
 “Seriously though, I was thinking about you.” You add, barely lifting your head to meet his questioning gaze. He rests atop of your hip bone, body leaning sideways and arm around your naked waist.

Jaebum even looks pleased, his teasing smile replaced with an expectant gaze. “And what about me?”

You sigh, moving your free leg so it would reach a cooler part of the bedding. “I was thinking about how crazy it is that we ended up dating when we were both porn actors.” You shift a little when Jaebum nods, his chin tickling your skin.

He muses, eyes reaching for the roof as a sign of his reflection. “I think it makes sense. I don’t think anyone can accept that job, let alone introduce a porn actor to their parents.”

“Your parents know.” You scoff. Even his family is chill.

He shrugs, mouth going to your stomach to kiss it. “My parents are supportive, that’s all.” He waits a moment, before lifting his head again. “Not that your mother isn’t, of course.”

You chuckle, nodding. “My mother would have a heart attack. At least I’m really working as a waitress, now.”

Jaebum coughs, moving on the mattress so he can finally reach your level before grabbing your leg to circle it around his naked waist. “Speaking of which, are you sure you want to work as a waitress?”

He has that tone you only hear when something upsets him. Jaebum barely gets mad and even if he does, it starts slowly, like a warning before the actual storm.

But as he nudges you to press his face against your neck, he sighs. “I’m worried about people recognising you and annoying you.”

“Babe I was a porn actress, not Angelina Jolie.” You try to mock him but he doesn’t buy your shit and tightens his hold instead.

“It’s worse. They might think you’re easy or some shit like that.” His hand goes to your side to tickle you and you giggle, leg kicking his butt. “I’ll have to come and check on you every night.” He sounds so dramatic, but his smile can’t be missed. “I’ll be careful.”

“You could be my secretary instead. That way, we can live a real-life porn. ‘Hot secretary fucks angry boss in his office’.” Jaebum laughs when you make a funny face, yet goes back on serious mode, arm tightening your leg around him and it’s starting to be too pleasing to focus on whatever he is saying.

You sigh when he rolls his hips, his flesh rubbing against you. “Seriously though, I’m not fond of this idea…” he trails off, voice laced with a craving you could never get enough of.

You can’t help but whimper, lips parting as you shift toward his chest and breast finding shelter against his broad body. “I never pegged you as the possessive type,” you reach for his neck, bringing him closer until his breath fans your face, hurried. “You didn’t seem to care until I ended my contract with my agency.”

Jaebum hums, the probability of a serious conversation out the window if his growing erection is anything to go by. He rolls his eyes, “Porn is porn, nightlife is different.” His position changes just enough for him to lean and still a short kiss. “Now that we’re both out of this, I don’t plan on sharing you, rookie.”

You tap his shoulder lightly, the sound of your hand slapping his skin stronger than the actual damage it caused. “Stop calling me rookie!”

Your boyfriend choses to stay silent, leaving you expectant as he pushes you onto your back. “Anyways, don’t get mad at me for being petty about you being molested in a bar in the middle of the night.” Before you can protest he plunges, aiming for your collarbone which he attacks vividly. His teeth graze upon the hidden bone, drawing shivers and goose bumps all over your body. He snickers in the middle of silence. “I’ll have to beat up the pervs.”

You wriggle against the sheets, laughter mixed with pleasure as he darts his tongue to trail a path down your chest. “So virile…” you sigh, earning a hidden shrug from a busy Jaebum.

“Yeah?” He smooches your warm skin, liking how unforgiving he sounds.

It’s cute in a way. Jaebum never had to show anything but acceptance toward your job, considering he was still a porn actor himself. Maybe he had it harder than you thought. You understand him though; it’s not cool to greet your boyfriend when he was banging another girl the same day.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you, rookie…” He whispers and slides on the bed, head back on your stomach and creating messy patterns over your skin. You almost break right there, the confession unusual but not unpleasant.

Jaebum never imagined he could have such stamina. His sexual life was close to non-existent before he met you and his physical interactions were limited to the scenes he filmed in the studio. It had ruined his personal life with such ease, turning sex into a duty rather than a necessity and killing his hormones with a slow and numb burn. When he started filming with you and felt the tingling sensation again, he understood right away.

He couldn’t thank you enough for sticking around and waking him up from his creepy slumber made of daddy kinks and choking in front of cameras. Thanks to you he built up the courage to start his project and stop his career, turning him into more than a guy who has sex for money. He is such a bad actor anyways.

DVDs and CDs are neat into your shared apartment, like a silent memory of something none of you regret doing. Yet it doesn’t mean he will ever miss it.

You forget about whatever names he called you when he reaches your pubis, mouth watering and dropping tiny patches of saliva over the heated flesh.

You almost knock your head against the wall when the first lick falls. It’s insistent and slow, devastating in the sea of your needs as Jaebum knows exactly what pace to use to make you crazy.

It’s something you discovered with time. Jaebum is into slow and deep thrusts, soft doggie style, lazy morning sex and it’s a mixture of finesse and bestiality, along with loving words. He is comfortable for he isn’t disturbed by nudity, can say whatever he wants without sounding creepy and barely has any requirements when it comes to sex.

He welcomes all your faults and imperfections the same way you do and none of you bother with petty fights, the words too heavy to question a future you both want. Jaebum has that honesty which leaves little room for misunderstanding. He confessed the same night he brought you to his flat yet didn’t force anything on you.

And you love him just that way.

You gasp when he grabs your ankles and bends your legs, nestling them on either side of your body to reveal more of you. He barely goes wild and you suspect he is trying to prove a point but your brain shuts down when his tongue probes at your opening, teasing just enough to collect wetness and smear it over your folds. You glance down to peek at the beautiful scene but Jaebum is already looking at you, pleased by your bewildered face and flustered cheeks.

He dips down a second time, eyes darkening and tongue out to lap every engorged part of your pussy. He stops just long enough to show you how he licks his lips and goes down again, head shaking from right to left and making you roll your pelvis against his restless mouth.

You still gather yourself to make fun of him. “Are we…filming…again…?” It’s hard to speak between moans yet your voice is loud and clear, breathless. Jaebum doesn’t like your teasing and attacks you even harder, the hint of a smirk hardly hidden behind his brown locks. He even hums teasingly, the vibration of his deep sounds shaking your flesh.
 He doesn’t slow down even when your orgasm hits. You jerk away from his mouth, moaning and grunting but he keeps you in place until you can only shake. It burns your body from every pore, mixing with your blood like a shot of strong alcohol and making your vision blind with pleasure. You complain and beg for him to stop and he only releases you when you freeze from the overstimulation, unable to function anymore.

You shake your head, a false accusation painting your exhausted features as you glance at a smiling Jaebum whose hand is wiping the remains of your climax from his smiling and reddish lips
 Your legs fall, lifeless on the bed but you can’t let him suffer. His penis is hard and threatening, the bulbous head a deep shade of red and length swollen by the numerous veins.

He pumps himself slowly, tilting his head to the side. He raises one eyebrow. “You okay?” he rasps.

You nod, deciding to play along with his celebration sex and rolling on your stomach. You raise your butt just enough for him to grab it and rub himself between your asscheeks, grunting.

“You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, free hand running along your curves and stopping by your drenched pussy to play with your clit. “So damn beautiful…”

He penetrates you slowly, his willpower winning the inner battle of his arousal against his brain. You breathe out, searching for air and dipping your head into the pillow.

“Come here.”

Jaebum commands, already reaching for your body so you can lean against him. He sticks your bodies and starts moving his hips, penis sliding deep inside you.

He finds a good pace right away, from the tip of his dick poking out to the base hitting your asscheeks, Jaebum knows how to burry himself inside you. It feels amazing, the pressure from the position and your needy moans lulling him toward an orgasm he can call his own private pleasure.

He is infatuated the way you mould with him. He loves pinching the tender skin of your nipple as his hand cups your perfect breast, he enjoys the way your head finds its home into the crook of his neck and he can’t stop himself from tilting your head steal numerous kisses.

You open your mouth eagerly, tongue out to play against his own in a carnivorous embrace. He bites and sucks on your lips, his sighs spilling from his parted lips whenever the tip of his cock hits a specific spot inside you.

You arch until your back hurts, looking for more stimulation and nearing your second orgasm. Jaebum is struggling, you can feel it from the way his abs tense behind you. He is all stiff, all ready to fill you up yet not giving in.

You know his body language by heart.

You collapse against him when a second wave of pleasure hits you. It breaks your bones and destroys your muscles, leaving your lifeless against a panting Jaebum who can only suffer from the contractions around him. The waves of pleasure hit you as much as they hit him, sending you both into another universe.

He allows himself to cum right when you’re done and he is satisfied with the pleasure he gave you. You’re nothing but a dead weight against his chest, eyes closed and smile smug as you giggle to yourself because your brain is messed up and you can’t think straight.

You still wonder how can someone be so skilled at sex.

Jaebum lets you rest on the bed, not the least bothered by the mess he creates when he pulls out of you.

Instead he wraps you around him again, hugging you close and kissing your nose.

“This is what I call a celebration, rookie. Who needs Erotica when I have you all to myself?” He muses, fingers rubbing against your cheekbones while he pecks you once more.

You giggle, head shaking at this boy’s antics. He can be such a dork.

“The pleasure is mutual.”

AN : Erotica is officially over! Thank you all so much for following this series (I see you, naughty readers). I’m sad that it’s over and I’m going to miss Porn actor Jaebum but Priest Jinyoung is waiting for me so I’m off to new adventures ! Thank you for the support and love you sent me through this series, I love yall!

[kimjongdaely]

My Pet Human [Chapter 4]

Vampire!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, slavery and sexual situations.

Summary: Every wrong step, every wrong turn led you to this moment. This moment where you would belong completely, utterly to the vampire Kim Jongdae, who never even wanted you in the first place.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│ Chapter 12│Chapter 13│Chapter 14 [M]│Chapter 15 [M]│Chapter 16│ Chapter 17│Chapter 18│Epilogue

You ended up not having much sleep.

Jongdae took you to the kitchen as promised, leaning against the counter as you rummaged the fridge for a carton of milk, pouring it into a mug and putting it in the microwave to warm it up. He didn’t look at you at all throughout—it seemed like he was just hanging out in the kitchen, though you know he’s watching out for you in his own, bizarre way.

That thought confused you, because you thought he didn’t like you, didn’t want anything to do with you.

Yet it comforted you a bit. At least he cared enough not to let another vampire mark you.

Your terrifying interaction with Baekhyun still burned in your mind, and was the main reason why you couldn’t find sleep. The places where he held you throbbed in pain, and you suppose they’re bruising, but you can’t be too sure in the dark.

You sat staring at the dark ceiling all night until you saw the first rays of the sun. You waited for another hour or so before you couldn’t stand the restlessness and jumped out of bed. It’s morning now; surely it’s more safe to go out.

You peaked out, surveying the hallway carefully. You’re sure there won’t be a random vampire just standing aimlessly in the hallway, but you wanted to be sure anyways.

You make your way downstairs, to the kitchen. You assume Hui and Thorn aren’t up yet, so you decide to make breakfast for them. As thanks for Hui’s warm hospitality, and to cheer Thorn up from the dark cloud around her.

When you set up the plates on the dining table, you hear the front door open and close. Who could it be? You make your way over curiously.

It’s Hui and Chanyeol, the latter holding two shopping bags. They seem to be happy as they chattered quietly to each other. Chanyeol—being a vampire and all—noticed you poking your head out first, letting out a wide grin and waving at you. “Morning! You’re up early.”

“Good morning.” You smile politely at him, folding your hands in front of you, your interactions with them still stiff.

“Perfect timing.” Hui claps her hands together and lets out an excited squeal, grabbing one of the bags from Chanyeol’s hand and rushing over to you. “We went to buy you a dress!”

“Dress?” Hui pushes the bag into your hands almost forcefully, so you have no choice to to hold it sheepishly. “Why?”

“Oh, it was Jongdae’s order.” Hui says, as if that answers all your questions. “Since we were going to go shopping anyway.”

“Wait,” you’re even more confused now. “Jongdae’s order? I don’t understand.”

“There’s going to be a ball tonight.”

You whirl around, looking up towards the stairs to find Jongdae leaning on the railing, chin propped up by his hand and watching you carelessly. “It’s adequate to bring your Pet with you. In that case, you’ll need a proper dress so you don’t embarrass our clan. Plus, I think it’s best you get some actual clothes.” He wrinkles his nose disapprovingly at the old, large t-shirt you wear.

You flush under his gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of your messy appearance. It’s not like you’ve ever had the time to make yourself pretty.

“In other words,” Hui cuts in, which you are very grateful for. “You’ll need to be energetic during the night—or at least awake. So—from experience—you should sleep more during the day.”

Oh great. You got out of bed so early because you couldn’t sleep. Now that you’re told that you have to sleep during the day as well, it seems like a toll. You mentally groan.

After Hui had finished her portion of breakfast (she hugged you in delight when she saw it and wouldn’t stop praising you), it was already around morning—the usual time people wake up. Thorn wobbled in as unsteady as ever, her face even more pale than the day before.

“He fed.” You catch Hui murmur to herself, shaking her head almost out of anger…but more like pity.

You flash Thorn a small smile when she nears the dining table, offering softly, “I made you breakfast.”

“Thank you.” She whispers, voice hoarse when she slumps down in the chair. You didn’t mean to stay and watch, but the way she struggles to swallow the food makes your heart wrench for her. If you could, you would definitely punch Baekhyun in the pretty face without hesitation.

If you could.

You sigh at the thought and decide to leave and let her eat in peace. The more you watched her, the more unease you feel. You wonder for a moment if you should paint a bit more before heading to bed. You decide that painting might help you relieve some stress and make your mind more at ease.

You went to bed after a light lunch. The tiredness of not sleeping the whole night finally caught up to you and made you sleepy, though it still took a while before you fell asleep.

You were waken up by shaking. You groaned, blinking in your room and realizing that it had gotten quite dark. The person shaking you was Hui, who looked at you with a grin.

“Time to wake up!” She sang. “We need to get you dressed up!”

You groggily get up, stretching out before you let Hui pull you up. She’s humming as she straightens the dress she holds in her hands, setting it neatly on your bed before she turns to you with a wide smile. “Okay, strip.”

You sputter, eyes wide because you weren’t expecting her to actually actually help you change! You shake your head, taking an immediate step back. “It’s okay! I can change myself!”

“But this dress is quite hard to wear on your own.” She frowns stepping closer to you. “It’s okay~ We’re both girls!”

Her eagerness almost makes you laugh as you continue shaking your head. “I want to take a shower first. If I can’t get it on right, you can come back and help me.”

She pouts, but nods. “Alright.” She calls as she leaves your room, “Call me when you’re done!”

When she’s gone, you let out a sigh of relief. You immediately make your way to the bathroom, hurrying to take a shower. From the sounds of it, this ball is quite important and you certainly don’t want to go as your stinky, messy self. You don’t want to embarrass Jongdae or his clan, don’t want to make him hate you any more.

When you finish trying yourself, you reenter your room to examine the dress Hui got for you. It’s a beautiful shade of pale pink, with delicate gold embroidery throughout the fabric. The straps are off the shoulder, the waist is slim, but it fans out from your hip in curtain-like folds.

It’s beautiful.

Too beautiful.

How could someone like you wear something like this? You’d look like a fool. Nonetheless, you slip into the dress, the silky material caressing your skin and making you shiver at the coldness from being unworn.

There are zippers and ribbons at the back that is difficult for you to tie yourself, so you call for Hui to come back—which she waltzes back in. Her eyes widen on you, a gasp leaving her lips as her hand flies to her mouth. “Wow.”

“I don’t fit it, do I?” You ask glumly, looking at the floor and afraid to meet her eyes.

“No, not at all!” Your heart sinks until she clarifies, “You look absolutely stunning. It fits you so well—I told Chanyeol this would look good on you and yet he wanted the blue one! Ugh!”

You smile at her before you turn to let her strap you up. When you’re done she makes you turn again to ‘admire you.’ “Let’s style your hair.”

She dried your hair and curled it, styling it into a half-up-half-down look. Elegant yet simple, she said. She added light makeup to finish the look, not taking no for an answer.

At last, your makeover is complete. As you look at yourself in the mirror, it’s hard to believe it’s really you. You’ve been eating better, so in the last two days you look healthier, your cheeks not as sunken and your skin not as pale. You could almost pass as someone from a higher class.

The thought makes you laugh. If only.

Hui returned to her own room to get ready, so in the meantime you wander around your room, trying to get used the feel of the dress. It’s a bit heavier than you expected, and your shoes are digging into your skin uncomfortably. You’ve never worn such things in your life.

After a while, there’s a crisp knock on your door. It must be Hui to get you, so you quickly head to open the door.

It’s not Hui.

It’s Jongdae, much to your surprise.

And he looks devilishly good in his black suit, his hair styled effortlessly. He raises a brow at you, watching you. There’s a pause, and you hold your breath, wondering if he’s going to say anything about how you look. But then he simply says, “It’s time to go.”

You deflate slightly as you follow him out, unable to stop the small pout appearing on your lips.

The others have already gathered in the lobby—Chanyeol with Hui in a lovely dress with a gradient of the colors of the sunset and her hair up in a delicate bun, Baekhyun with Thorn in a black laced dress, Kyungsoo, the man who was driving when you first arrived at the mansion, and four other men you’ve never met.

“By the way,” Hui beams as she hurries over to you to link her arm with yours. “You were never properly introduced to the others!” She points at a tall man, his face as perfect as a statue’s. “This is Sehun, the youngest.”

Age seems like a bizarre thing when referring to vampires, but you nod.

She points at another equally tall man, but his skin is less pale than the others—just slightly, barely noticeable, but it makes him look a little more alive than the others, not as delicate. “This is Jongin, the second-youngest.” She then points at a slightly shorter man with large, pretty eyes. “This is Minseok, the eldest.” He points at the man standing in the middle amongst them—the man who was driving when you first came—but the way he stands now seems filled with authority. “This is Junmyeon, the leader of this clan.” Then at another who has a gentle face, even warmer than Chanyeol. “And finally, this is Yixing.”

He smiles at you, and for some reason it soothes you. Just is presence suddenly makes your nerves practically nonexistent. How strange.

“Alright, it’s time.” Junmyeon clears his throat, making his way out the mansion. Outside there are several cars parked waiting for them.

You follow Jongdae to the third car, and to your surprise, he holds the door for you, waiting for you to get in first.

“Oh, thank you.” You murmur as you get in, struggling with your dress and shoes which makes your cheeks flush in embarrassment. He slips in next to you, his movements smooth and fluid, a further contrast to your human clumsiness.

The car starts, and you opt for watching the scenery just like last time.

“During the ball,” Jongdae speaks, directed towards you though he doesn’t look at you. “You’re not allowed to leave from my side. It’s filled with vampires, so if you’re not careful, you might get attacked.”

You gulp, shivering at the thought. You nod at him, though you’re not sure being by his side is any safer, nor will it settle your nerves.

Though you find that, oddly, thinking about the man named Yixing and his gentle expression is an effective way to settle your racing heart.

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A/N: What will happen at the ball? I’m just so excited for this fic so I’m updating more than my other fics and I feel kinda bad about it but not at the same time 😂 Thank you all for reading~

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