#demon hunter chanyeol

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — Mature content/warnings | 🌹 — NSFW | ✨ — Rewritten | ✅ — complete | ❌ — unfinished/discontinued/missing links

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

This masterlist contains all fics that have been archived for various reasons. This does not mean that they are not good enough to read, you are welcome to read and enjoy them. Some of these have been rewritten and the old stories can be found here.

ೃ⁀➷ Kim Jongin | BangChan | On-Going Series | Completed Series | Drabbles | Misc

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ] Something New [part one] [part two] — camboy!jongin x reader x camboy!sehun [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹✅ [ ✧.* ][M] A Dangerous Game — vampire!chanyeol x human!jennifer x vampire!minseok 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Soulmates [jongin] [chanyeol] — soulmate!idols x soulmate!readers ❌ [ ✧.* ] Love By CPR — doctor!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Living Arrangements — boss!jungkook x reader 🌹❌

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ][M] Rule Breakers — stripper!jongin x parent!ayla [spin off to unwind by @oh-beyond] 🌹✅

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

[ ✧.* ] His First Love — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Warm Caramel And Honey Blonde — professor!jongin x barista!alice [ ✧.* ] Under The Mistletoe — actor!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Catch Me If You Can — detective!jongin x gang!reader [ ✧.* ] If Only — ceo!jongin x reader | ceo!jongin x yoona [side] [ ✧.* ][M] Behind Closed Doors — bodyguard!jongin x ceo!reader x ceo!ravi 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Play Pretend — vampire hunter!jongin x vampire!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Wrong Move — detective!yoongi x detective!shai x criminal!jongin [ ✧.* ] Jealous — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] She's A Fighter — student!jongin x student!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Gentle — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Aim To Please — idol!jongin x dom!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Ice, Ice Baby — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Obsession — yandere!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Confession — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] In The Club — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Game Of Possession — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Petty Jealousy — idol!minseok x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] As The Thunder Rolls In — ambiguous!junmyeon x reader [ @x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Mirror — idol!yixing x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Take Care Of Me — sub!baekhyun x mummy!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Come On Over — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Cruel Queen — mafia!chanyeol x mafia!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Point To Prove — idol!yuto x poc!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Never Love Again — fuckboy!lucas x reader [due to be rewritten][@danseurehonte]

[ ✧.* ][M] A Life With You — yandere!prince!taemin x reader x prince!jongin [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] The Gift That Keeps On Giving — ambiguous!taemin x reader x boyfriend!hakyeon [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] You're Hired — ceo!taemin x reader x ceo!jongin 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Delusional Fantasy — hades!leo x persephone!reader [ ✧.* ] Warmth — idol!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Long Drive — ambiguous!minseok x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Little Wolf — werewolf!junmyeon & werewolf!reader [ ✧.* ] My Darling, You Are Perfect — idol!yixing x alice [ ✧.* ] Happy Birthday, Yixing — idol!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Mutual Agreement — idol!yixing x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Ritual Gone Wrong — demon!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? — best friend!baekhyun & anais [present] [ ✧.* ] Fucking Fortnite — brother!baekhyun & reader [ ✧.* ] His Awakening — dragon!jongdae [ ✧.* ] Best Of Both Worlds — idol!jongin x reader x idol!jungkook 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Secret Santa — college!namjoon x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] The Competition — idol!sehun x reader [ ✧.* ] Cookie Time — idol!sehun x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Late Night Coffee — model!sehun x photographer!alice [ ✧.* ] Sweet Like Chocolate — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] I Promise You — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] First Date — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Crayons — ambiguous!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Stone Cold — ex!jongin x reader | soulmate!jongin x soulmate!oc [side] [ ✧.* ][M] God Sent An Angel — angel!jongin x reader | baekhyun x reader [side] [ ✧.* ] Tender Love — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] Study Break — ambiguous!jongin x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Christmas Crush — friend!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Jongin's Christmas Miracle — idol!jongin x ayla [ ✧.* ][M] New Life — boss!jongin x barista!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Drunk Mind, Sober Heart — best friend!jongin x alice 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Say Yes — fallen angel!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Jongin The Ripper — killer!jongin x ??? 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Break Me — vampire!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Consequences — prince!kyungsoo x reader [ ✧.* ] World's Best Dad — best friend!kyungsoo x parent!reader [ ✧.* ] Love Confessions — college!kyungsoo x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Fill Me Up — hybrid!chanyeol x hybrid!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Naughty Kitty — hybrid!jongdae x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Oh, You Tease — idol!minseok x reader 🌹

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Cw/tw // blood

Stopping her movements as she began to feel an odd sensation that something wasn't right. Rory tilts her head as her brows furrowed confused.

"Something's not right..." She answers Xiaojun. "I'll be right back."

Before he could continue to ask her questions, she teleports to a place she hoped wouldn't be the cause of the gut feeling she had.

Gunshots ring from deep within the woods, making her flinch as she hears a man's voice along with many more.

"You ain't got nowhere to run, little wolf!"

"Shit." The demon succubus curses as she begins to panic. "Nikki!!" She yells, hoping her sister would find her. "Nikki, run towards me! It's Rory!"

Running for her life as she held multiple gunshot wounds– one on her arm and her thigh– the omega did her best to ignore the stinging pain she felt with each step. Bloody and beaten, she still kept hope in running away from the hunters.

Cheeks stained in blood along with her clothes, she could hear her heart rate lower with each minute passing by.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her vision kept getting blurred, nearing unconsciousness. She hears the voice of one of her sisters, her ears perking up as she locked on to where she was.

"Rory?" Nikki questions as she diverts her path and makes a sharp turn, a bullet grazing her shoulder as she yelped.

Doing her best to run, she sees her sister just a few yards away. Nearly tripping over her feet, she makes it to her just as she fell unconscious from the pain. Rory teleporting them back to the tower just in time as the hunters shot another round of bullets.

At the tower, Rory stands by Xiaojun in worry as they watched the professionals work on keeping Nikki alive. "I think half of her pack are down." She whispers. "She looked scared when running towards me..."

✿ smol special tags: @kavengers-assemble 《 xiaojun & top ♡♡ 》 | @dc-heroes-cb 《 daniel ♡ 》 | @clubwnderland 《 jeno, miss irene, & chris ♡♡♡ 》 | @dom-rp 《 mr. chris & huta ♡♡ @darkmoonsiblings 《 bin ♡ 》 | @uridealbf-cb 《 ☆ 》 | @yanderegroup 《 nana ☆ 》 | @storybook-nct 《 mark + jaehyun ♡♡ 》 | @ateezmystery 《 hwa ♡ 》 | @sirenaquariumcb 《 jeno ♡ 》 | @badbf-cb 《 chanyeol ☆ 》 | @the-hellhounds | @blackpink-cb | @urbtsboys | @sirensoc | @dreampodcast

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Sanctification - Part 2

Chanyeol x Reader Demon Hunter!AU 4.2k Angst, smut, and eventual violence (18+)

Chanyeol leaned his hips on the counter as he spread the contents of the file out on the counter. He placed several graphic photographs together on one side, a thin stack of newspaper clippings on the other. He scanned quickly over everything before starting with the newspaper articles.

‘Let me know when you think you know what it is,’ Junmyeon said. He left Chanyeol to his business before turning to you. ‘So what do you shoot?’

‘Sorry?’ you said. You glanced at Chanyeol, but he was immersed in the information in front of him.

‘Your weapon of choice,’ said Junmyeon. He moved towards the rack of rifles in the far corner. ‘What is it?’

You nudged Chanyeol before following Junmyeon. You stood beside him and held up your clenched fists.

‘These bad boys right here.’

Junmyeon looked skeptically at your bandaged hand.

‘He hasn’t taught you to shoot, has he?’ He ignored your attempt at humour.

‘He takes good care of me,’ you said, countering.

‘Chanyeol, why haven’t you taught her to shoot?’ Junmyeon raised his voice to be heard across the room.

‘I protect her, that’s why. And you aren’t teaching her either,’ Chanyeol said. He didn’t look up from his work.

‘Clearly, that worked out so well last time,’ Junmyeon said quietly. He brushed aside Chanyeol and turned his attention back to you. ‘Pick something that draws you.’

You crossed your arms and looked critically at the obscenely neat gun rack in front of you. You reached toward a sharp-looking shotgun with chrome accents.

‘Not a shotgun,’ called Chanyeol. The tone of authority was clear and unmistakable even from across the room.

You huffed and stepped back irritably.

Junmyeon rolled his eyes, but nodded for you to continue looking.

You scanned until a simple dark hardwood bolt action rifle stood out. You made your way over and took it down carefully, turning to Junmyeon for approval.

‘Not a bad choice. She’s got a lot of bite,’ he said.

‘So do I,’ you said. You met his gaze with a defiant stare.

Junmyeon froze and smiled. He coaxed your hands into position to hold it properly. The stock pressed against the front ridge of your shoulder, pointing the firing end out.

‘I believe it,’ he said. ‘We’ll shoot target practice tomorrow; let you get used to her.’

‘Him.’

‘What?’ A look of amused surprise lit his face.

‘This rifle,’ you said. ‘He told me his name is Bernard.’

‘I’ve got it!’ called Chanyeol.

‘Alright,’ Junmyeon said. He fought off a chuckle. ‘Bring Bernard over to the table and get to know him while we go over things.’ He motioned for you to follow.

‘Let me see,’ Chanyeol said as you approached. He held out an arm for you to scoot under, gathering you to his side.

Chanyeol inspected the rifle for a moment, bringing the barrel closer to himself, then ran a hand through his hair tiredly. He looked at Junmyeon in a certain way, and you knew you weren’t going to be allowed to keep it.

You glanced at the bronzed barrel for the first time yourself. You noticed the outline of a set of scales had been flawlessly etched into the steel. What was that, a gunsmith’s signature? You traced it curiously.

‘Someone just learning to shoot doesn’t need a 30-odd-6,’ he said. ‘Especially with her hand the way it is. Find her a lower calibre.’

Junmyeon shook his head.

‘Worst case scenario, she dislocates her shoulder,’ he shrugged. ‘She’ll be fine. She told me so herself.’

‘Yeah, Chanyeol, I’ll be fine,’ you said, chiming in.

‘You’re going to rip your stitches open,’ Chanyeol said to you. He gently pulled the rifle from your grasp and set it out of the way against the wall. ‘It’s been a long day,’ he said quietly. ‘We’ll talk about it tomorrow.’

You climbed onto the stool at the table and sighed. Sometimes the way Chanyeol looked after you made you feel like a child. It wore on you.

Chanyeol rubbed your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you before leading back to the file on the table.

‘I know what this is,’ he said. ‘But I’m guessing that you already do too.’

You reached for one of the newspaper clippings, but it was barely an inch from your fingertip.

Chanyeol easily grabbed it and handed it to you.

‘Thanks,’ you whispered.

‘I’ve never seen one on this side of the world,’ Junmyeon said. ‘I was hoping that it would something else – anything else.’

‘Four Missing Children Found Dead Days Later’ read the headline. The other articles had similar grim outcomes involving multiple children disappearing and turning up deceased. In several of the cases, the charges had been laid against the mothers with investigators deciding that they had suffered from some mental lapse and tried to hide what they had done.

‘These are all in the Midwest,’ you said, noting aloud. ‘It’s the same thing killing all these kids?’

Chanyeol nodded.

‘They’re also all single mothers,’ said Junmyeon. ‘That’s the only thing these families had in common.’

Chanyeol pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed out a word before handing it to you. He settled with his arm over your back as he read over your shoulder.

‘”Lamia,”’ you read. ‘“The ancient Greek tale in which a Queen of Libya of the same name was forced to watch her own children be slaughtered by the jealous Hera. After such tribulation, she was cursed to become a demon roaming the world. Her incredible hunger could only be satiated by the souls of young children, which she devoured with much sorrow and mourning. Each meal was but a grim reminder of the fruit of her own womb, forever lost to her.”’

‘Good,’ Junmyeon said to Chanyeol. ‘I knew you still had it in you.’

‘Wait, this is the Lamia?’ you said. ‘The queen herself?’

‘This is a lamia,’ Chanyeol said. ‘They were recognized in early European culture as being individual monsters. More than a legend.’

‘Where do they come from then?’ You had a lot of questions, and you had decided to not be shy about asking them.

‘They’re still created by a curse,’ Chanyeol said. ‘Under the right conditions, if children are slain in front of their mother, that woman can be turned from human to demon. Now the question is how we find this one.’

You looked at the date of the latest newspaper article. It was over three weeks ago.

‘There’s no way to anticipate its movement. Disappearances are too common to pinpoint which one is because of the monster. We have to wait to be sure,’ Junmyeon said.

The arm over your shoulder tensed.

‘I know you don’t like it, Chanyeol, but there’s no other way to find her.’

You turned to look up at him, and you wished you hadn’t. You placed a hand on his chest reassuringly as you saw the grave expression.

‘I know there isn’t,’ he said.

‘What do you mean? What are we waiting for?’ you asked. Another thing to regret.

‘The only way to find her is to wait for her to kill again,’ Chanyeol said. The look of disgust was evident on his face. ‘It’s not fair.’

The colour drained from your face as you realized what that meant. More children would have to die before you could stop the thing that was killing them.

‘So we keep an eye on the news, anything from search and rescue, look for anything that fits the profile,’ Junmyeon said. ‘They’ll be her last.’

He began gathering the material spread out on the table and putting it neatly back into the folder.

‘I’m guessing you know how to kill her?’ you said.

He smiled and kissed the top of your forehead.

‘We’ll take care of her. You can just focus on healing,’ he said.

You straightened and crossed your arms.

‘That sounds awfully like you’re saying I have to wait here while you go get to have fun and kill baddies.’ Your temper flared dangerously.

Junmyeon raised an eyebrow and wandered out of the room silently. It was a prudent choice as Chanyeol put a hand on either of your shoulders and looked down at you.

‘It’s not fun out there, and that’s the first thing you have to understand – hell, you should already understand that. Every time I’m out there is a risk, and you’re not something that I’m willing to gamble. It would be like holding raw meat in front of a wolf and asking it nicely not to eat it.’

You stood quickly, nostrils flaring.

‘I’m not a piece of meat, Chanyeol! I know how to handle myself, and I’m more capable than you can imagine.’ You glared up at him defiantly before stomping up the stairs.

He followed two steps behind, but didn’t try to stop you. Chanyeol was still there when you burst through your bedroom door. He calmly closed it behind him, looking at you stoically. Chanyeol had made up his mind. He took a step closer and reached for your wrist.

You wrenched out of his grasp and backed away from him, still glaring unapologetically.

‘Believe me,’ Chanyeol said with a sigh. ‘I know how capable you are. You’re incredible – you can do anything you set your mind to.’

His words held your attention long enough for him to take hold of your shoulder. He had you now; letting go was not one of his talents.

‘Anything?’ you said.

‘Anything,’ he nodded. He leaned down and stole a kiss before you could protest. ‘Except go hunting with me.’

‘Dammit, Chanyeol!’ You ripped yourself away from him, perching on the foot of the bed. ‘Why not?’

‘I’ve told you why. I almost lost you, I’m not going through that again. You’re staying here.’

‘I could help you!’ Your voice started to gain volume as you grew more exasperated. ‘Junmyeon is going to be there too, so I’ll have two of you watching my back! You couldn’t ask for better circumstances for my first hunt.’

‘Your first hunt.’ Chanyeol grimaced at the words. He towered over you where you sat, reaching down with large hands to cup your face. ‘Is not this one. You’re not ready.’

‘I’m not ready or you’re not ready?’

Chanyeol snorted sarcastically. He bent farther down to face you.

‘Both. I’m tired of talking about this,’ he said. The limits of his patience were being tested.

You rose to your knees in front of him, offering your lips temptingly.

‘We’ll talk again when my hand heals,’ you said.

Chanyeol nodded and leaned closer.

‘I can still learn to shoot until then.’

His only reply was a loud groan before he bridged the distance between you. Chanyeol tried to kiss you passionately, his hands on your body roaming down your back and upper thighs, but you could virtually taste the exhaustion in his mouth.

You pushed Chanyeol away with a firm shove on his chest. He came away reluctantly, and sighed in protest.

‘You should get to sleep,’ you said. You combed his hair back up over his head gently.

The two of you had been driving all day, and life on the road tended to wear on both your body and soul. The grind itself seemed to push Chanyeol down onto the bed, letting go of all tension and flopping onto the covers. He yawned wide as he finally seemed to relax.

You left him in peace to find your shower things and hit the hot water. Your back complained from having fallen asleep against the door handle of the truck for hours, and your knees hadn’t fared much better.

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Were you getting too old for this? You shook your head and undressed quickly, eagerly submersing yourself underneath the raining jet of the glass shower.

The cut stung only slightly less than it did that morning, but the heat and steam still did their jobs noticeably well, relaxing you. You lingered there as long as you could before drying off and getting the gauze and pins to redo the bandage on your hand.

With one of Chanyeol’s huge t-shirts draping over your body, you climbed onto the bed next to him. You dropped the roll of gauze, fresh bandage and pins next to him, poking his side.

‘Do my hand,’ you said. You held it out expectantly.

‘I already did,’ he sighed. His eyes closed in the act of sleep.

‘Really?’ You stared at him with a silent, unmoving frame.

It was a battle he was never destined to win, and Chanyeol sat up with a groan. He half-grinned as he took your hand. His larger ones cradled it easily, and he ran a thumb over the stitches on your palm.

‘This is why I don’t want you hunting,’ he said quietly.

‘It’s just a cut! It barely even hurts anymore,’ you said.

Chanyeol pressed lightly, his eyes flying up to gage your reaction.

You bit the inside of your lip, holding fast to the hiss of pain that hid there. You weren’t going to make a sound. You were determined.

He increased the pressure a fraction.

You stared blankly resolute.

‘You’re really going to try to hurt me to prove a point?’ you said, before he could press any harder.

Chanyeol softened, his eyes rounding into pleas.

‘I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you under my watch. Looking at this,’ he said, lowering his gaze to your wound. ‘Every time is a reminder of what I could have done better – what I could have stopped from happening to you.’ The tears glistened in the corners of his eyes.

You reached for him instinctively.

‘It’s o-‘

‘Don’t tell me that it’s okay!’ Chanyeol said. A dangerous flash of anger sparked in his features. ‘Nothing about what happened was okay! I let my guard down, I assumed you would be safe where I left you – it was all my fault!’

The words were swept from your throat. You could only stare at him in shock.

Chanyeol exposed his heart, ridden with guilt at the very core. What could you say that could take that away? You puzzled over how to help him. Never once did you blame him for what had happened in that dungeon. Your own heart strained in your chest as you begged the universe to take the burden from his shoulders and place it on your own.

‘I don’t see mistakes,’ you said. You tried to mask the sob pinching at your voice. You pulled your hand from his and spread it palm up. ‘I look at this, and all I can think about is that you loved me enough to rescue me. This is my tattoo to remind me that I have my own personal superhero.’ You guided his gaze to yours and smiled at him, in spite of the tears that threatened.

The embrace that followed conveyed more than words could say as Chanyeol crushed you against his chest.

His arms surrounding you tightly flooded you with a deep sense of security. You simply stayed, memorizing the rhythm of his heart, the flutter of his breath in your hair. An unmoving sense of peace closed your eyes, your fingers tracing an irregular pattern on the other side of his chest.

After a few moments, Chanyeol stirred only to pull back enough to bring his face to yours. He held you in place, every emotion evident in the slow motions of his affection. When the kiss broke, he stayed where he was, keeping you tightly against him, his forehead against yours.

His gaze kept steady and direct, but when he closed in again, the taste and pace had changed.

An edge of thirst had taken the place of your sadness, and you raked measured hands through his hair. You broke the kiss once more as you adjusted onto your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. Your touch wandered down his back.

Chanyeol needed no further instruction, and heated palms took hold of the inside of your thighs from the back. He guided you firmly over his lap. Another kiss ignited a strain of need as Chanyeol slid his hands underneath the oversize t-shirt you had tried to pawn off as pyjamas.

Your thighs burned under his touch, and you whined against his wide lips. You tugged at his shirt to try to coax it off.

Chanyeol pulled away, and a look of smoldering mischief took its place on his features. At first he acquiesced, ridding himself of the faded black shirt he had been wearing. It hadn’t hit the floor before he set to his next goal.

He gathered your shirt and held it in a tightly knotted fistful at your back, exposing you from the waist down. Without pause, his large fingers slipped into the moisture at your center. Your teeth bit back a whimper as he circled purposefully. His lips laid a gentle trail of sensation down your neck to accompany the play between your legs.

‘Please.’ The word left your mouth before you could muscle it away, and he looked up sharply.

A soft grin took over his features, and you knew you had lost.

‘Don’t worry,’ Chanyeol breathed out a pool of steam against the corner of your jaw. ‘I’ll take good care of you.’ Two fingers filled you without warning, the sudden stretch making you gasp. A soft moan seemed to float out from you as he pushed them in and returned them slowly.

You grabbed onto his shoulders as he increased in pace, and the urgency between your legs radiated exponentially in response. He didn’t stop until you began to shudder, your voice one long melody of pleasure as the tiny explosion began to muster in force.

You whined in lament as Chanyeol pulled out; he peeled the shirt up and over your head. He explored, caressing and stroking as he made his way back down slowly. He paused to bring his lips to yours in another kiss.

Chanyeol fumbled and rustled beneath you while he occupied you with his tongue. Soon he had found himself in the tangle of his jeans, and heat from his mouth was nothing compared to the heat that presented itself to your centre.

Time melted and flowed in his arms as he filled you, as you shared sweat and exchanged moans. He pulled cries of pleasure from your throat, and you were slammed down onto him, almost bouncing off his thighs.

Chanyeol groaned lowly, his head thrown back. His hands became vices on your hips, a grip that you guided in a slow, repeating circle. He cursed under his breath. You continued the teasing pace until he brought his head back to center and looked at you dangerously.

You let out a curse of your own as you suddenly found yourself on your back.

Chanyeol plowed forward between your legs unforgivingly. He grunted loudly into your neck, his shoulders rippling with the effort of his labour.

You shook as the waves of pleasure grew larger every time he dove deeply into your core. Your thighs trembled and the violent friction took over all of you, your body dominated. With a heavy final push, you cascaded over the edge, shaking and crying only for him.

Your sudden tightness around him proved too much, soon Chanyeol followed with his own release deep inside you. His moans fell like lush velvet over you, calling your name as he came.

He tumbled down over you, spent, but still revolving around the physical affection you exchanged. He whispered low ‘I love you’s in your ear while you both came down from your highs, his length pulsing a brilliant heat even while he retreated and fell to your side.

Chanyeol dutifully cocooned the covers around you both, gathering you against the expanse of his chest. He kissed your forehead between intervals of tracing your forearm draped across his torso.

‘I love you,’ he said in a hushed whisper. One more time for good measure. ‘I hope you know that.’

‘I know. I love you too.’ You pressed a tender kiss over his heart.

Chanyeol sighed, his thumb circling on the ridge of your shoulder as he held you tightly.

Tiredness pulled at the edges of your mind, but your thoughts kept you too preoccupied to allow yourself to sink into sleep. You wandered to the four long perpendicular scars that tore diagonally down the side of his lower abdomen. You traced them, wondering at their origin and how deep the wounds must have been to leave behind such grim reminders of the pain that once existed there.

‘You never told me how you got these,’ you said absently.

‘My first hunt,’ said Chanyeol. His hand with yours covered his side, the future scar on your palm meeting the healed wound of his past, small badges of what his lifestyle could do. Of what it could take away.

‘What happened?’

He paused before answering, but the light smile was clear in his voice as he spoke.

‘I was young and cocky. I went off on my own, thinking that I could handle things on my own. It found me before I could even get a shot off. I was lucky.’

He wasn’t going to tell you more.

‘I’m already lucky,’ you said. You nestled against him, tucking your arm around his side.

Chanyeol kissed your forehead sweetly.

‘Trust me,’ he said. ‘You aren’t the lucky one in this situation. Now go to sleep.’

You sighed resentfully, but still your thoughts were full of the love you had made, of all your favourite parts of Chanyeol, even as the dark peace of sleep took you.

Morning came way too soon.

You were halfway to consciousness in the dimmed sunlight spilling through the bedroom window. You had almost forgotten where you were, but unfamiliarity had become the new constant in your life and you had become accustomed to the question.

A freshly showered Chanyeol pulled you the remaining distance to the surface and woke you with a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You let him pull you up to sitting, but collapsed against his chest.

‘Did I finally wear you out?’ he said. The amusement in his voice rubbed you the wrong way. ‘Are you going to be too tired for quality time with Bernard?’

Your eyes flew open at the mention.

‘Are you serious? You’re going to let me shoot?’ You couldn’t believe it, and the tone of surprise was difficult to mask.

‘Only if I’m teaching you,’ he said. ‘It’s not that I don’t trust Junmyeon, I just don’t trust him with you and a rifle.’

Chanyeol lowered to kiss you softly, pulling a sigh from your lips.

‘You need to shower,’ he said. He wrinkled his nose as he withdrew.

‘But I smell like you,’ you whined and nestled against Chanyeol even more deeply, much to his chagrin.

‘That’s not one of my better smells. Let’s go,’ he insisted.

You dragged yourself sluggishly to the shower before you got ready and met Chanyeol and Junmyeon in the kitchen.

Breakfast had been spread out on the bar-like island. It was an unusual sight, and you weren’t used to eating something that hadn’t come from a restaurant or a convenience store. Your stomach turned at the size of it.

Chanyeol waved you over to him and shoveled eggs onto your plate.

You rolled your eyes and picked up a fork.

Junmyeon hid behind his newspaper silently.

‘Anything new?’ asked Chanyeol.

‘Nothing. A few disappearances, but nothing that we can pinpoint without a resulting death,’ Junmyeon said. ‘Still waiting.’

He folded the newspaper and crossed his arms over his chest, glancing back and forth between Chanyeol and you.

‘The targets are set up out back. You pay for any damage to my house,’ Junmyeon said simply. ‘Bernard’s still downstairs.’

You grinned at Chanyeol, who took his turn to roll his eyes.

An hour later, you found yourself at Junmyeon’s homemade shooting range in the large backyard.

Chanyeol stood to the side as you raised your firearm and squinted down the top centre sight of the barrel. The tall paper target stirred in the slight breeze where it hung from the tall willow tree.

You tucked the stock against your shoulder tightly. You set your jaw firmly and pulled the trigger, bracing as the bullet tore from the muzzle in a loud bang. A small hole exploded close to the middle of the target.

‘There!’ yelled Chanyeol. Your ears still rang with the sound of the shot. ‘That was perfect! Are you sure you haven’t done this before?’

You nodded and smiled. You felt powerful, even in spite of the dull ache in your palm from the recoil. The weapon in your hands felt right, like you had been holding it your whole life.

‘Try it again,’ said Chanyeol.

You didn’t hesitate, chambering another round. You shouldered the rifle and fired. A matching hole punctured the target an inch below the first one. You stood back to admire the shot, glancing at Chanyeol with a grin.

‘I think we found our new sniper,’ Junmyeon said, suddenly appearing behind you.

You grinned wider.

Chanyeol opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out.

‘And just in time too,’ continued Junmyeon. ‘The call just came in - the remains of three missing children were found the next state over. We found her.’

Part 1 | Part 2 | 

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober 2022 Mini Masterlist

Note: All of these drabbles are under the premise that all parties involved are consenting to the actions held within them unless otherwise stated (mainly: voyerism).

To be posted in order starting October 1st:

Day 1

Yandere!Wolf!Bang Chan + Marking & Possession

Tentacle Monster!Baekhyun + Size

Day 2

Witch Hunter!Yunho X Witch!Reader + Masturbation & Bondage

Goddess!Seulgi + Exhibition & Praise

Day 3

Yandere!Prince!Jongin + Mistress & Orgasm Denial

Yandere!Demon!Felix + Body Worship & Face Sitting

Day 4

Yandere!Gang Leader!Yuta + Knife & Body Worship

Yandere!Dragon!Hakyeon + Size & Praise

Day 5

Yandere!Seonghwa X Hybrid!Reader + Breeding & Edging

Prince!Dino + Cockwarming & Praise

Day 6

Kitsune!Jaemin + Mistress & Bondage

Yandere!Vampire!Hyunjin + Size & Asphyxiation

Day 7

Ghost!Wooyoung + JOI & Praise

Yandere!Prince!Sehun + Overstimulation & Possession

Day 8

Yandere!Bang Chan + Daddy & Breeding

Choi Minho X Succubus!Reader + Body Worship & Praise

Day 9

God!Kyungsoo + Oral Fixation & Masturbation

Demon!Seulgi + Blood & Mistress

Day 10

Yandere!Tentacle Monster!Shotaro + Overstimulation & Body Worship

Yandere!Wolf!Jongho + Marking & Size

Day 11

Shapeshifting Knight!Mingyu X Princess!Reader + Cockwarming & Praise

Han Jisung + Masturbation & Exhibition

Day 12

Alien!Baekhyun + Oral Fixation & Body Worship

Yandere!Incubus!San + Bondage & Breeding

Day 13

Yandere!Changbin + Size & Mistress

Yandere!King!Hongjoong + Cockwarming & Exhibition

Day 14

Kitsune!Chanyeol + Breeding & Possession

Demon!Taeyong + Bondage & Asphyxiation

Day 15

Royal Guard!Bang Chan X Princess!Reader + Voyerism & Edging

Yandere!Jeno + Bondage & Sensory Depravation

Day 16

Incubus!Wonwoo + Cockwarming

Yandere!Wolf!Wooyoung + Breeding & Exhibition

Day 17

Yandere!Hybrid!Sehun + Marking & Possession

Servant!Hyunjin X Princess!Reader + Praise & Edging

Day 18

Tentacle Monster!Xiaojun + Asphyxiation & Overstimulation

Yandere!Prince!Seonghwa + Masturbation & Voyerism

Day 19

Yandere!Demon!Taeyong + Possession & Body Worship

Demon!Sehun X Angel!Reader + JOI & Praise

Day 20

Necromancer!Taemin X Princess!Reader + Knife & Blood

Yandere!Demon!Yuta + Marking & Breeding

Day 21

Yandere!Vampire!Yunho + Daddy & Possession

Tentacle Monster!Seulgi + Oral Fixation & Orgasm Denial

Day 22

Angel!Jihoon X Demon!Reader + Size

Prince!Haechan + Praise & Cockwarming

Day 23

Fae!Minseok X Queen!Reader + Biting & Body Worship

Yandere!Vampire!Seonghwa + Blood & Edging

Day 24

Wolf!Bang Chan + Mistress & Cockwarming

Symbiote!Jungwoo + Edging & Sensory Depravation

Day 25

Yandere!Prince!Yeosang + Face Sitting & Orgasm Denial

Yandere!Jeno + Voyerism & Masturbation

Day 26

Siren!Renjun + Mommy & Face Sitting

Yandere!King!Yunho + Body Worship & Overstimulation

Day 27

Wolf!Minseok + Bondage & Asphyxiation

Demon Prince!Wooyoung X Angel!Reader + Sensory Depravation & Orgasm Denial

Day 28

Alien!Jungwoo + Breeding

Siren!Hyunjin + Oral Fixation + Queen

Day 29

Yandere!Mingi + Overstimulation & Bondage

King!Johnny X Peasant!Reader + Oral Fixation & Sensory Depravation

Day 30

Yandere!Vampire Prince!Taemin + Marking & Blood

Snake Hybrid!Jongin + Sensory Depravation & Asphyxiation

Day 31

Yandere!Trickster!Hongjoong + Overstimulation & Face Sitting

Yandere!Ghoul!Jaehyun + Blood & Possession

[sweetmotherof]

Haikyuu Fics: The Classics™️

EDIT: pt 2!!

I wanted to make a post to archive what I would call “The Classics” as far as Haikyuu fanfic on ao3 goes. For anyone new to the daunting world of Haikyuu fanfiction, these works are probably the most popular, talked-about works throughout the fandom, so they are a good place to start! I haven’t read some of these, but the reason I included them is that I’ve seen so much hype around them. Comment the ones I missed, and I’m definitely going to be doing a part 2. Enjoy <3 :D

*contains nsfw fics* READ TAGS BEFORE U READ

⭑=my faves

BOKUAKA

Rules by ConesOfDunshire⭑

E, 120 k words

Accountant Akaashi. Pianist Bokuto. WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??? This fic is seriously novel-worthy, and Bokuto having Asperger’s is a beautiful component to the story. I found that the characterization and the attention to detail the author put into the story is what made it a truly distinguishable and unique fic that allowed it to rise to the top. It is worth every kudos, comment, bookmark, and more. Highly recommend.

Behind Bricks by DeathBelle⭑

E, 60 k words, cw: prostitution, choking, and heavy content so READ THE TAGS

This darker fic follows Akaashi as he deals with his life as a prostitute, and how Bokuto comes in and is able to change it for the better. I feel sometimes that heavy topics such as the trauma from sex work are really misrepresenting in fanfiction, but the author does a great job of portraying it in a real way and not romanticizing it at all. I loved to watch love bloom for Akaashi in the cracks of his tumultuous life, because he deserves everything <333

In Another Life by LittleLuxray⭑

T, 22 k words, cw: terminal illness, hospitals, major character death

As the highest-rated Haikyuu fanfic on ao3, this work is a monument and will go down in Haikyuu history. That being said, it honestly did such a number on me that I think it deserves the hype. This hospital au revolving around Akaashi and Bokuto’s budding relationship is truly heartbreaking, to say the least. Read it at your own risk, and oh, you can find references to it under almost any Bokuaka related post.

IWAOI

Conquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe

105 k words, E

This rollercoaster of a fic, set in a universe where Oikawa and Iwaizumi meet in a bar, is funny, profound, and awe-inspiring all in one. The relationship dynamic between the two is very cute and well-done. I highly recommend this one if you are a sucker for some good, old Iwaoi, and I also love the side pairings. Just, overall, a really nice and satisfying read.

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu(chanyeol)

T, 66.3k words, cw: injury, homophobia

This fic is a favorite on tik tok, from what I’ve observed. I haven’t read it yet, but when people discuss it, they always commend the writing and the non-linear narrative. I have personally not read this one yet, but I have seen people rave about this one because of the emotional impact it had on them. It seems to me that the writing and emotions on this one are its claims to fame, so definitely check it out.

Desperado by Verbrennung

M, 82k words

Talk about raved about fics, I have seen this one mentioned countless times on various platforms. This Iwaoi fic is set in a Vegas/Japan fusion setting, which immediately caught my eye. The premise of a heist fic also is probably what caught people's attention the most, because what is better than an Iwaoi heist fic (nothing. nothing is better.) I recommend this if you want a bit of a longer fic that had a tumultuous plot and a wild romance.

SAKUATSU

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle⭑

E, 91k words, cw: graphic violence, guns, ptsd, panic attacks, murder, death, injury and more so READ TAGS

Burden of Blame is THE mafia au fic of the Haikyuu ao3 universe. I love this fic soooo much. From it’s wild plot to the flawless writing, I was constantly on my feet. I definitely recommend if you want something that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Also, the enemies to lovers is CHEFS FUCKING KISS.

A Liar’s Truth by internetpistol⭑

E, 49.6k words, cw: HOMOPHOBIA!! read tags pls

Oh. My. God. I simply cannot with this fic. It turned me inside out, upside down, and threw me into the void. Please, if you have one singular brain cell, you will read this fic. This narrative about Sakusa’s life and his relationship with his sexuality is a masterpiece. I cannot recommend this one enough. You do not want to miss out on this genuine piece of art. 

Stick With You by lettersinpetals

E, 99k words

This fic follows Sakusa and Atsumu as they get stuck in the Philippines over quarantine. Honestly, if you want an enemies to lovers that really goes in depth into the trope, this is the one for you. One of my favorite things about this fic is the inclusion of the Filipino language, and I found myself reading all of the translations at the end. I would recommend this if you want a longer, feel good Sakuatsu fic. Also, lettersinpetals is a Sakuatsu classic author.

the Terminal Curiosity series by favspacetwink and moonlumie

E, total 112k words, not finished, 8 works, READ TAGS

This fic is probably the notorious BDSM fic, which I’m glad because it portrays it in a very consensual and safe way. I’m personally not into that stuff, but I still was able to enjoy it for the plot and the amazing writing. I definitely recommend it if you are looking for something with BDSM components with some focus on their relationship dynamics too. I actually did really enjoy this fic, and I think the way their relationship kind of progressed backward was really, really good. Even if BDSM isn’t your cup of tea, I still recommend checking this one out and reading the tags to see if it is something you’re willing to give a chance too, because, for me, it paid off.  

KUROKEN

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony

T, 30.9k words, cw: illness, DEATH

I have yet to read this fic. I am genuinely too afraid. Similarly to In Another Life, I constantly see people discussing to the degree in which this fic destroyed them, and honestly after In Another Life, I don’t think I could handle another one. This soulmates au has crushed so many people throughout the fandom that if you want someone to give you more detail on why it’s the saddest thing ever, you probably wouldn’t have to look very far.

Of Monsters and Men by shions_heart

M, 220k words, cw: violence, temporary character death

This longer fic follows Kuroo, Kenma, and many others through a demon hunter/buffy the vampire-style universe, with magic, drama, and much more. If you are looking for a fantasy, action-packed, beautifully written fic, this is definitely one you should check out. The romance and action combination will always be chefs kiss, superb. 

[tewwor-a]

* & VERSE IDEAS .

ILSEUL .

cat… boy shifter..… thinking of how his tail would thump and thwack against things when annoyed. being so careful with claw tipped hands shearing plants. only seeing his ears perk and swivel under a mass of blankets when he naps. sprawling belly up in a sunny spot.

when he’s a full cat, you bet he’s bigger than a maine coon. he will drape himself around someone’s shoulders. will even allow himself to be swaddled and carried wherever during whatever. is prone to placing a firm paw on a throat when he wants attention from someone sleeping.

SEOJUN .

same ol’ story but with a supernatural reason to his uncanny ability to sleuth. holy fire manipulation is a tricky thing to be blessed (or cursed) with. he’s able to shape and manipulate holy flames, which embodies the purifying aspect of fire, and are especially effective against demons and other evil beings and are inextinguishable by normal means. able to banish demons instead of killing them if he chooses. can summon the deceased and even angels (this is extremely draining to do so). also able to tap into some healing properties and heal any physical wound, but is extremely taxing for him to do so. the receiving side of the healing will experience an unspeakable burning sensation, but the healed area will be left without a scar.

this has acted as a double edged sword on several occasions. though he is able to summon and manipulate the holy-fire, it still has the properties of a normal fire — wild and hard to control at times. the appearance of the flames is a bright white with a tinge of blue. he isn’t able to set something on fire unless there is physical contact, but he is able to expand the flames in order to reach his target.

vincenz.o — still a retired pi, still successful with being a forensic artist, still has a reputation that proceeds him. and for a select few? that door for information remains ajar.

my name — never retired from his pi days. he’s still in the thick of it, precariously between which side he chooses to dance upon. the good, the bad, the morally grey..

CHANYEOL .

one brother’s a werewolf, the other a hunter. cliche, right? chanyeol’s able to have considerable control over shifting and the ‘craze’ that comes with it. the pain’s still there, of course. makes him cranky, but he doesn’t lose his marbles during the full moon. that being said, he is more susceptible to instinctual reactions when fully shifted. also, his appetite grows twofold before, during, and after shifts.

doesn’t currently have a fully fledged pack and is notably weaker compared to others fully bonded in a healthy one. but trust’s not something he can hand over that easily. even at eun’s insistence / recommendation of a few they’ve come by.

my name & vinc.enzo — the scope of freelancing has narrowed over the past few years and is now predominately hired as a bodyguard.

[quokkacore]

son of wolves I [park chanyeol & byun baekhyun]

for @imsoba​, who asked for an angsty, fluffy enemies to lovers au. merry christmas from your secret santa! written for the @exolssecretsanta​ gift exhange.

summary:  your entire life, you've fought bravely to defend the walls of your home from the evil forest spirits of the spearwood trying to destroy it, alongside your family, friends, and your betrothed, baekhyun. until you're infected by the evil that resides in one of these spirits, and you run away from home, before it can spread to those around you. it's in your exile, wandering through the spearwood that you meet the wolf prince, a tall man of hardened eyes, few words, and a fiery temperament, raised by these spirits you've so grown to resent. it's here that you begin to question everything you've ever known, and wonder whether the evil was out here, in the forest, or inside the walls of a place you once called home.

pairings: hunter!baekhyun x reader, wolfprince!chanyeol x reader

genre: reverse princessmononoke!au, angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, fantasy epic, slow burn, war au, wolf!au

warnings for this chapter: violence, animal attacks, mild descriptions of gore, mild body horror(?), can you tell i did my best to avoid calling them tentacles but there are only so many times i can use the words “coils” and “tendrils”, language, subtle emotional manipulation, reader feels VERY violent urges but they’re not too descriptive, hypothermia maybe?, intentional starvation for purposes of wilderness survival, chanyeol is kind of aggressive and intimidating, SO MUCH worldbuilding im srry, VERY precarious (and probably inaccurate) medical procedures performed by the reader, chanyeol is a slob but hes literally feral so??

song recs: ateez - hala hala // stevie nicks - rooms on fire // the weeknd - until i bleed out // joe hisaishi - departure (to the west) // howard shore & billy boyd - the sacrifice of faramir + to the edge of night // jorja smith - i am 

word count: 11.5k

a/n: first of all, i want to apologize a little bit to the person this was meant for. i meant to write this in two parts, but due to external factors, i’m going to have to split it into three. i hope you like it <3 second of all, i think i strayed a bit from the original source material, but i hope u guys can enjoy it regardless!! merry christmas to everyone, this is a gift to my followers as well. 

main masterlist  // story masterlist

chapter one: the bite

It was supposed to be a routine patrol just outside the perimeter of Ironbend. You hadn’t been expecting the beasts and the rider to ambush the two of you in such a way. One moment you and Baekhyun were eyeing the treeline, the next the wolves were running up on you, and your reindeers were taking off, attempting to lead them away from the village. 

“Get the others!” Baekhyun called to you, running between the trees, “I’ll lead them away from the wall!”

You nodded, directing the reindeer to veer away from the chase. You looked back, eyeing Baekhyun warily before he and his reindeer disappeared further into the trees, the sound of howling getting further and further away. 

But the sound of large paws against the forest floor did not. Knowing what was coming, you turned, aiming the arrow you’d nocked earlier in your bow, and met eyes with the beast that had been chasing you. 

Immediately, you knew that this beast was different. Its running pattern was erratic, as if it were tired but still euphoric, and you could see a wound on its neck, staining its fur a dark color. Not red, but almost black. You let the arrow fly at it, grazing its side, but it didn’t growl. Its sneer grew bigger, but no growl or snarl left its mouth. You faced frontwards again, watching as you came closer to the treeline, the wall of Ironbend coming into view. 

“THE WOLVES!” You shouted towards the men on the parapets, standing guard, “GET THE RIDERS, THE WOLVES ARE—!”

The bite came both expectedly and unexpectedly, the wolf pouncing on you and knocking you off of your reindeer. You tumbled onto the ground, pinned down by the white wolf, feral and mad. The way your head fell against the ground, plus the cold snow left you disoriented and dizzy. Expectedly and unexpectedly, because in a fight like this, you always expect there to be injuries, maybe even casualties. But deep down, on a subconscious level, you never really expect it to be you. 

Humans cling to hope, and sometimes end up having it pried from their cold, dead hands. No matter how hopeless things become, everyone always has a “maybe”, or a “what if”. And today, your “maybe” had turned sour. Out of nowhere, the white beast had locked its maw around your arm, and was thrashing you back and forth. You could feel an intense pain in your arm as its teeth broke your skin and attempted to rip off your limb. In your disorientation, you began to panic, your other arm trying to beat the animal off of you. You pulled at its fur, and threw punches, but what seemed to distract it enough was when you tugged at the wound, and managed to stick a few fingers inside, gripping whatever was in the wound.

The beast reared back as it let out a pained cry and then a ferocious snarl. You managed to scoot back at least a little bit, putting some distance between you and the wolf, and grabbed the bow, which you had dropped as you fell.

Blood was dripping down your marred arm, and in those seconds that seemed to pass like an eternity, you realized that the wolf’s saliva was, for some reason, a thick, semi translucent black color. 

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die. 

The scent of the beast’s rancid blood pierced your nose and the sound of other men shouting were the sensations you could feel around you, but not before you felt something inside of you, a deep, masculine voice echoing in your head.

Your hate infected me, the voice growled, now my hate will infect you, and you will die the same way I will: slowly, painfully and overtaken by rage.

Then the voice was ripped from your head, the same way the beast was ripped away from you as the other riders came to your rescue. You were picked up by one of them, thrown onto his reindeer behind him, and you gripped on tightly to his shirt with your uninjured arm as he turned his reindeer sharply to follow after the wolf, which was most likely returning to its pack, towards the sounds of shouting, howling, and gunshots.

“Are you okay?” He asked loudly, and you recognized the voice instantly. 

“I think so,” You answered Jongdae over the wind, “I’m hurt pretty badly, but nothing Yixing can’t fix.”

With some difficulty, huffing in pain as you did so, you reached for another arrow, nocking it into your bow in preparation to let it fly at another wolf. Jongdae’s reindeer followed the wolf in its tracks, and stopped when you ran through the trees and stumbled across the fight. The wolves were incessant in their snarling and attempts to trample the riders and their reindeers, but your eyes ignored them despite the chaos, falling to Baekhyun, who was now off of his reindeer, his sword pulled out, dodging the rider’s dagger. You could see the anger on Baekhyun’s face, his chest heaving.

You couldn’t see the rider’s face. You never could whenever they attacked. All you knew was that he was significantly taller than Baekhyun, and that his hands were tanned and littered with scars. His face was covered by a red mask, back covered by the pelt of a white wolf, neck accented by a necklace of sharp teeth from different animals. His simple clothes were black, hiding the rest of his body. The man moved aggressively, grunting as he played the offense, repeatedly trying to stab your lover. 

You sneered and let your arrow fly, catching him right in his right shoulder blade, piercing through his clothes. The man stopped, groaning in pain, back arching in pain. He was barely able to dodge Baekhyun, who had taken the hit as an opening for him to strike with his sword. The rider stepped back, letting out a loud whistle before getting onto the largest wolf. He whistled again, and the other wolves began to retreat, dodging the large metal bullets that rained down on them from the guns of the other soldiers.

When the silence settled, Baekhyun’s eyes settled on you, and then he was running towards you and Jongdae, eyes flashing in alarm as he saw the mangled flesh of your arm. 

“What happened to you?” He asked, voice loud and concerned. 

“The wolf that came after me knocked me off my reindeer,” You replied, suddenly feeling lightheaded as the adrenaline began to wear off, “Bit me pretty bad.”

He looked up at you, then to Jongdae.

“Get her to Yixing. Now.”

“The bite left her cursed.”

Murmurs broke out amongst the council of leaders, and you felt your eyes flutter shut at Yixing’s tone. Normally soft and gentle, now his tone was loud as he spoke to the ten members of the council, and you could tell he was angry.

“What do you mean cursed?” Your father, head of the council, asked. 

“The beast was infected with hatred,” The healer explained, “Hatred of that kind stems from war and festers in ways we mortals cannot comprehend. As he’s a demigod, one of the sons of Selyne, it will most likely turn him into a demon.” 

“One of our finest female warriors cursed by a descendant of that wretched she-wolf,” The head of war huffed, her eyes settled on the bandages of your injured arm. “How will the curse work on Y/N?”

“It will manifest as dark magic.” Yixing’s voice was low, and you felt Baekhyun’s hand tighten around your own uninjured one. “It will harm her and those around her when it does, and it will slowly spread through her body. It will kill her when it reaches her heart, or her brain—whichever it reaches first.”

You looked up. “But there has to be a cure,” You quipped, “I can’t die. I refuse to.”

“Y/N.” Yixing’s eyes were sympathetic. “There isn’t. I hate to say this to you, but this is a death sentence. By my estimates you have at best, a month and a half.”

“Can we at least slow it down, hyung?” Baekhyun asked, voice pained. Your eyes squeezed shut at the slight desperation in his voice. “Make it less painful?” “Make it less painful, maybe. Slow it down… I don’t think I can, Baek. I’m sorry.”

You watched him nod, jaw clenching, the hand atop yours clenching slightly. “There has to be something,” You insisted. “What about the story of the wounded warrior—”

“Y/N, that’s a myth.” Your father’s tone was both sympathetic at your insistence, but also angered by your refusal to accept the truth. “And besides, that myth originated centuries ago, before we took hold of our destinies and left The Spearwood to build Ironbend.”

“Do you really think the Pillars of the Forest—do you think Emyr, the proud fool that he is, would heal you as he did the wounded warrior, after three centuries of war against his kingdom? After all of the weapons we’ve created, all the soldiers of his we’ve gotten rid of, ”

“Emyr asked the warrior for a sacrifice, then. I could negotiate something with him, and—”

“And what? What if he asks to give up our weapons, to leave The Spearwood be after everything it’s done to us, so that we may be overrun? Y/N, you may be one of our finest warriors, and you may be my daughter, but I refuse to sacrifice one life over all of Ironbend.”

“Send me on my own, then, papa, but I can’t just—”

“Enough.” His tone was final, and you inhaled sharply as you attempted to control the shaking in your arms. 

“You will stay here. And I promise we will do our best to make the rest of your life something for you to look fondly upon when you pass.”

“It’s bullshit,” You growled, blinking back tears as you sat on the bed in the cabin you shared with Baekhyun. “There’s a perfectly good possibility and they won’t even let me try.”

“Y/N, my love,” Baekhyun whispered, coming to kneel between your legs so he could cup your face, “It’s a suicide mission. Going into The Spearwood, of all places, in the dead of winter, to find those four gods and ask them to heal one of their enemies, I… you have to admit, it doesn’t sound logical. If the cold doesn’t kill you, then Selyne and her children certainly will.”

His hand came to rub at your cheek, nose nuzzling against yours, and you knew he was right. 

In the beginning, when man was just another animal, the ancestors of Ironbend lived in The Spearwood, ruled over by the four Pillars of the Forest: Selyne, the wolf goddess, warden of the forest, Beval, the eagle god, keeper of the weather, Mirren, the bear goddess, guardian of families, and Emyr, the deer god, king of the gods, and ruler of the forest. Over time, humans became smarter: they realized they could build things with their hands that animals could not, and they grew proud enough to rally together and leave The Spearwood and the kingdom of the gods to build something permanent: Ironbend. 

The forest exodus triggered a seemingly endless war, which had been going on for over three hundred years. For three hundred years, your ancestors had attempted to destroy the gods’ uncivilized way of life, to end Emyr’s tyranny and extend Ironbend across all of the Spearwood, so that it would finally be gone.

If the gods were as ruthless as they said, Emyr would never heal you when you were a part of the threat to their archaic way of life.

“Baek, I…” You whispered shakily, eyes fluttering shut. “I can’t die like this. I-I can’t. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. W-we were supposed to get married, and we were going to lead the council, and have children, and raise them to end the war, and then… Baekhyun, do you really want to give that up?”

“You think I want to give that up?” Baekhyun snapped, leaning away from you. “What, you think I want to watch you die a slow and painful death, and not do a thing about it? I—” 

He caught himself when he saw the tears streaming down your face, and your injured arm shaking. You couldn’t explain the despair, the anger that washed over you, but you could see the injured skin warping and growing beneath the bandages. You felt the bandages tighten against your skin as it grew, and you grasped your injured forearm with your other hand to hold it back, because all you felt was the urge to hurt, and you wouldn’t live with yourself if you ended up hurting Baekhyun, the man who made you laugh and feel emotions you had never felt before, who had persisted to push himself up the class ladder because he wanted to be with you and help those around him. 

Not him, not your Baek.

He stepped back cautiously as you took deep breaths, trying to ignore the sudden black liquid oozing slowly out from underneath the bandages, staining them dark and dirty. You began to count, and counted for an eternity, only stopping at 136 before you felt the urge dissipate, burrowing back beneath the skin it had attempted to break free from.

“Are you alright?” Baekhyun’s tone was cautious, and you opened your eyes to find that he was eyeing your arm warily. You nodded. “Better. I just… need to remain calm.” 

He groaned and ran a hand over his face before pushing his hair back. “Shit, my love, I… I would march into that forest right now if I knew for sure that it would save you. But the truth of the matter is I don’t know, and neither do you, and chances are that it wouldn’t. No one has seen Emyr in a hundred years, and even if he showed himself to you, he would likely have you executed for treason.” 

When you didn’t respond, his hands fell to yours, bringing them to his chest. You spread out your fingers, feeling the fabric of his cream drawstring shirt and the firm muscle beneath it.

Your eyes fell on the pendant he’d always worn: a small opal on a gold chain, which had been his father’s. Noticing your gaze, he reached behind his neck, unclasping it and placing it around your neck.

 His eyes were desperate, voice breathless and slightly panicky. “Stay here, with me, Y/N. Where it’s warm, and y-you’re surrounded by people who love you, and we can be happy before you die. We can rush the wedding, I don’t care if it’s a big affair or not. If it means you spend the rest of your life with me, it would make me the happiest man in the world, and I promise I would make you feel loved until the end of your days.”

Your forehead fell against his, and his eyes fluttered shut. “I’m already on my knees, my love. Please don’t make me beg any further.”

“Baek…” You whispered, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “Hold me, please.”

He nodded, quickly making his way onto the bed, ready to console you, not despite what just happened but in spite of it—he knew you were just as frightened as he was, because he knew you like the back of his hand. The argument was forgotten, and suddenly you were resting on Baekhyun’s chest, listening to him hum a lullaby to you. You let your tears stain his shirt, and he pressed kisses to your hair between beats, until the soft melody lulled you to sleep, dreaming of nothing, basking in the warmth of the arms of your betrothed.

When you awoke, you found that Baekhyun had blown out the candle on your nightstand, because your room was now dark. He was asleep beneath you,  snoring softly. He looked so relaxed now that he was resting. During most of the day, his face was pulled into a grim frown, as the council met to discuss serious strategies and the needs of the people of Ironbend.

He hadn't always been that way. Even now, occasionally bits and pieces of who he was when you had first fallen in love—the brightest, funniest boy you had ever met—shone through. He could still make you and your friends laugh until your stomachs ached, but now that you were all adults, and it was time to take the war from your parents' hands, all of you had grown more serious, and pushed aside the time to simply enjoy life and each other.

You were 11 when you met Baekhyun, himself 13. You met at the training academy in the town, meant to teach children the basics: how to read and do math, the history of Ironbend and the war, . He had been a year older, and wont to make everyone laugh. 

He helped you with your sword fighting skills, and in return, you helped him with his archery skills. A steady friendship bloomed, despite the fact that you were the head councilman's daughter, and Baekhyun was the child of a woman who ran away when he was a baby to be with her lover, and the town drunk. Baekhyun was crafty, however, and as he grew into a young man, he used his wits, natural charm and skill to climb the ranks. 

It also helped that he invented the first prototype for the shoulder guns.

He had always been good at making things, and his prototype for the shoulder guns, small cannons loaded with large iron bullets made from the metal extracted in the mines, were what began to give the town an upper hand against the ambushes the creatures of the forests made. And for him, it was what landed him in junior council, along with all of his other abilities.

You thought of Baekhyun, and the look in his eyes when the curse kicked in. The quake in his voice when he begged you to stay. How much it was hurting him to see you like this, to know you would die. Your hand drifted to the necklace he had placed around your neck, a silent promise.  

What, you think I want to watch you die a slow and painful death, and not do a thing about it?

Except there was a thing to do about it. 

The wounded warrior was a story your grandmother had told you as a child—everyone knew the story as a testament to Emyr’s cruelty. The wounded warrior had gone to the deer god as he began to die from an infected wound, and begged him for a cure, so he could live to see his children and his wife. And while Emyr took pity on him, he asked him for something in return: fifteen years of loyalty, of servitude. 

True to his word, the warrior did as he asked—he tended to the god’s every whim and desire, for fifteen long, grueling years. Fifteen years that, for an immortal, passed by in the blink of an eye, but for a human, were, well… fifteen years. When the warrior finally returned home, he found his wife had died believing he had died after disappearing for so long, and his children, now grown, were resentful of having grown up without a father. The warrior lived a full life, to a ripe old age, but it was a lonely one, for he had no wife or children to take care of him or keep him company.

And finally, you thought of the rider, of the odd red and gold mask that haunted both your dreams and Baekhyun’s. There were no towns around for miles, not unless you passed through the mountains, in the opposite direction of the Spearwood, and no child in Ironbend had gone missing and remained unfound for over eighty years. The man looked too young and had moved with too much energy to be 90 years old. 

Your puffy eyes fluttered shut, listening to Baekhyun’s steady heartbeat.

...And not do a thing about it?

Except there was something to do about it. And while your chances were slim, there was always a chance. 

Slowly, you lifted yourself off of Baekhyun’s chest and sat next to him on the bed, admiring his features as he slept. The bridge of his round nose, the moles on his face, the apples of his cheeks. 

Oh, how you would miss him.

Baekhyun was a pretty heavy sleeper, but you still took great care to dress quietly, pulling on a warm shirt, thick pants and a cloak, along with a pair of winter gloves. You grimaced pulling them on, as you used your injured hand, the skin swollen and irritated, pain prickling every time you flexed your fingers or your wrist. Your heart never ceased pounding.

Next, you grabbed a satchel and went to the kitchen, packing a loaf of bread, some jam, a few strips of dried meats, and some fruit. You could find water in the streams, you figured. 

Quietly, you set your bow and quiver next to the satchel on the floor, and hurried to find some ink and a scroll of paper. As you looked, a glint of silver out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. 

It was one of Baekhyun’s many swords, still partially sheathed, propped up against the wall. Smaller, a bit more lightweight. He didn’t use it much precisely because of that—he preferred something heavier, that could bring down more force. You thought of the rider and his knife, and how you would most likely end up injured if he came close to you; a bow and arrow is only so good up close. You swallowed a lump in your throat, quietly picking it up. Glancing at the bedroom doorway, where you could still see Baekhyun asleep on the bed, dark hair tousled, you took a deep breath, before tying the sheath’s leather band around your waist, securing it tightly. 

Blinking back tears, hands shaking, you wrote down a brief letter.

Baekhyun, my love, 

Please forgive me for what I'm about to do. I can't sit here and die when I know there's at least a chance. Life will find a way. Love will find a way. I will find a way. I will do everything possible to find my way back to you, safe and sound. Don't look for me. It's dangerous enough as it is in The Spearwood, and now with the chance that I might hurt you as well… If these truly are my final days, I want you to remember as I am, and not as what the curse will turn me into.

You shine brighter than the stars, Baek. Please don't stop doing so, ever. That shine will lead me back to you even on the darkest of nights.

Forever yours,

Y/N

Tiptoeing, you set down the weathered paper on your side of the bed, before looking at Baekhyun one last time. Carefully, you leaned over him, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“No matter what happens, we’ll see each other again,” You whispered against his skin, “And after you're done yelling at me, I’ll kiss you the way you deserve.”

Escaping was an easy feat when you knew the standard night patrol route—even easier when you were the one who wrote them. Carrying all of your things, you made your way to the stables, the moon your only source of light. 

There was no one in the stables, which made saddling up Ivan, your reindeer, easier. In the silence as you worked hastily, you began to doubt your actions. Go back, a voice whispered somewhere in the back of your mind, stay with your family, stay with Baekhyun. Hold him tight and don't let go until you die. Kiss him like it will free you from the curse, even though it won't. Be happy. Make them happy.

Your eyes drifted down to the bandage, which you had changed right before leaving, feeling the slight throb of your skin. You were reminded of the things that hung in the balance—or rather, imbalance. The unfairness of it all. Yes, life was unfair, but here you had a chance to take at least something back.

And so you didn’t go back. You continued to saddle up the reindeer, slinging the bag over its side, and finally, you left the stable, and quietly made your way towards one of the side gates. You knew the main gate was the one most heavily guarded, and that the side gates were generally more lax. Given the position of the moon in the sky, which was slowly being covered by clouds, you could also tell that the guards’ shift would be ending, and there would be a brief period where the gate was left unattended.

With baited breath, you waited, holding the large creature’s harness in your uninjured hand, watching from behind a corner as the guards stood at their posts. For about ten minutes, your heart pounding in your chest the entire time, you watched the parapets, and then turned to look at the alleyway you were hiding in. You did your best to hold your breath when you peeked around the corner, knowing that the condensation could give you away if they happened to look your way.

Finally, the two guards walked away, mumbling to each other as they did, and you took this as your cue. You led your reindeer to the gate, and pulled off the thick iron plank that locked the gate, careful to not make a noise. 

When it was open, you hopped onto the reindeer, nudged him slightly, and he slowly walked into the treeline. You looked down at the snow, and hoped that the dark would hide the trail until it started to snow. 

You rode on Ivan’s back for hours, until the darkness started to slowly fade. Somewhere during that time, it had started to snow. Now, the forest floor was covered with a fresh sheet of snow, that looked a shade of light blue rather than white, now during the twilight. During that span of time, as you rode on deeper and deeper into the forest, you realized the sheer magnitude of it. The stories the village elders had told you and the other children to keep away from the woods, and stay inside of the walls: that the servants of the gods were large creatures with sharp white teeth and long nasty claws, that the Spearwood was alive, and knew that humans had abandoned it, so it tricked travelers into going in circles—no matter how close the treeline seemed to be, you could walk for hours and never cross it because of the Spearwood’s magic, playing tricks on your eyes until you succumbed to the cold, or dehydration, or hunger.

Paranoia was trickling its way into your head, albeit slowly. As you stopped to let Ivan rest, you pulled out a piece of cured meat, chewing it until your jaw was sore as Ivan dug his hooves into the snow, only stopping when he found a patch of grass to chew on. You looked up at the sky, and then in all four directions. You knew that the mountains opposite the Spearwood were towards the north, and by going north you would eventually leave the forest and find Ironbend, but currently, with the snowfall and the clouds, you had no idea which way that was.

But you didn’t plan on returning until you knew for sure the gods would listen to you. 

Apparently, the gods weren’t very keen on listening.

Onward you went for days, panic slowly kicking in as you realized that you had no way of actually knowing in which direction you were headed. You seemed to be riding Ivan in circles, and the silence of the forest, save for the sound of Ivan’s hooves against the snow, was beginning to drive you to madness. Every few hours you switched between walking on him and riding, taking quick breaks every time you decided to switch. The isolation was quickly becoming too much to handle. 

You thought of your friends, of your family, of Baekhyun, of everything said that night before you left. You didn’t want to imagine what was happening back home, but you couldn’t help it, what with walking around all day and not having anything to do. 

You knew that your parents must have been heartbroken, and that your friends would likely be losing their minds. But you knew that you were doing what felt right.

You had packed enough small snacks to last you about three weeks if you rationed correctly, but you felt as though you were constantly running on empty, never fully satisfied. You drank water every time you came past streams or snowmelts, because you didn’t know when you would find one again, cupping your hands together and drinking until you were practically full, fingers pained from the freezing water and your throat sore. 

The falling snow would stop periodically, and then start up again. Not very heavy, but not precisely light either. Your face became perpetually cold, your fingers cramped harshly to the point when you would wince in pain when you needed to change your bandages.

The falling snow would stop periodically, and then start up again. Not very heavy, but not precisely light either. Your face became perpetually cold, your fingers cramped harshly to the point when you would wince in pain when you needed to change your bandages.

The wound was getting worse. The curse was beginning to spread. Initially, while it had started at the bite mark in the middle of your forearm, it was now making its way to your elbow and wrist. The tissue seemed to be turning necrotic as well, secreting a sort of mucous substance that was black. The smell was bearable when you had the bandage on, but every time you took them off to change them your eyes watered and you had to hold back the urge to gag. 

When night fell, you slept on Ivan, who was pretty comfortable in the cold, laying down in it and laying against the trees. You had never realized just how dark the world could be without lanterns to light your way, and your small oil lantern barely illuminated anything. It did well warming your hands though, which would cramp when they felt the heat.

Worst of all, the deeper you went into the forest, the more it felt like you were being watched. Which was odd, because you saw no animals. None at all, which only served to put you on edge more. 

The first two days it seemed fine, but after that, it changed. Now that you knew that you were well and truly on your own, the crisp winter air felt tense. Even Ivan became a bit skittish, and you felt bad for bringing your innocent reindeer into such a stressful situation. You were on edge all hours of the day now, eyes darting from side to side always, ears straining as you listened for something, anything. It was as if the whole forest was holding its breath, waiting to release its wrath on you. 

Three more days passed before it finally did.

They came when you came across a lake in the middle of the afternoon, seemingly unfrozen. You got off of Ivan, an odd sensation pooling in your gut as you approached the crystal clear body of water. Oddly enough, you felt at peace, and for the first time in days, the striking silence was comforting. Now, instead of feeling like the forest was holding its breath anxiously, almost angrily, it felt as if it was holding its breath in anticipation.

The water was clear as day and seemed to span for miles. Trees grew out of the depths, and in the center, a small island emerged out of it. When you focused on the island, you felt your eyes widen—there was no snow on it at all. Quite the contrary, actually. It was a lush, beautiful green, with a blossoming tree smack in the middle of it. For such a small island, you were certain it was the brightest green you’d ever seen.

Your dry throat almost burned in anticipation as you kneeled. At this point, it had been about a day since you had last come across water, and your head was starting to ache. When you dipped your fingers in, you gasped. The water wasn’t freezing like it had been in the other streams you came across, nor was it cold. It was tepid, bordering on lukewarm. It felt kind, it felt welcoming, and while the setting lured you into a sense of security, you couldn’t help but feel as if this was wrong, because it was a lake, in a dangerous forest. It couldn’t welcome you, not at all.

That snapped you out of your trance, and you turned just in time to face the rider as he tackled you to the ground, pinning you down against the snow, the sudden cold causing your back to arch. You were vaguely aware of Ivan being startled, and the sound of growling somewhere off to your left, but you were more preoccupied by the red mask hovering above you, and the dagger about to come down on your face. You grabbed the man by his wrists, arms straining with effort as your injured arm flared in pain, wrenching a guttural cry from your lips.  

You pulled him forward, causing him to lose his balance and topple next to you. You took your chance, straddling his chest and knocking the dagger out of his hand with a kick. You pinned his arms down, before pulling off the mask swiftly, sneering at him.

But you stopped when you saw his face.

Somehow, you found yourself entranced; for his features were contorted into rage and pain but you had never seen such a beautiful person. His eyes were large and round, a deep dark brown. His plump lips were curled into a harsh sneer. He had painted three long triangles across his face with what appeared to be dried blood: one below each of his eyes, the third one in the middle of his forehead, ending beneath his eyebrows. 

His large ears, hidden beneath black, shaggy hair, gave him an elfish look. He was wearing large, white, circular earrings.. Beneath you, you could tell he was pure muscle, large and beefy to the point where it left you reeling because, oh, gods, how can one man be so big?

He took the chance and flipped you over, a groan leaving your throat when your head hit the ground hard, but saw an opening quickly and lifted your leg to knee him in the groin. He toppled over, groaning in pain, and for one final time, you found the roles reversed. On top of him, you unsheathed Baekhyun’s sword, ready to subdue the rider. You pressed the blade to his neck, poising yourself to speak—

When one of the wolves grabbed you by the collar of your cloak, dragging you away from him. The wolf stilled even though you continued to struggle against it. You could feel your injured arm bleeding beneath the bandages, and the subtle tremors riding throughout it as you watched the rider stumble to his knees, picking up the sword, and crawling towards you.

He did the same you had done and pressed the blade to your neck, breath heaving from his chest, air puffing into the cold. If he had been angry before, now he was furious, and while a small side of you felt the urge to cower back in fear, you could feel one side of your body heating up slowly, a sensation you hadn’t felt in over a week slowly making its way back into your system.

“Why are you here?” His deep, menacing tone didn’t sound like much of a question, but rather an accusation. 

“Take me to Emyr,” You demanded immediately. “I need to speak with him.”

He blinked. For a second, he seemed taken aback, almost offended. But then his features hardened again, and he pressed the iron even further into your neck. It didn’t break the skin but you felt a sting against your windpipe, grimacing at the sensation. Your fingers curled into fists, your entire body trembling now as you felt something moving underneath the bandages, beneath your very flesh.

“Don’t tell me what to do, human,” He spat, “This is not your forest.”

The wolf behind you growled, and you felt it one last time: the urge to hurt, the urge to kill, a feeling of absolute hatred. This time, as opposed to the first time, you didn’t hold it in, and you didn’t count. When the black goo oozed from your skin, turning the air rancid, you didn’t gag, but rather embraced it. 

And a split second later, just as the man had lowered his gaze to where the smell was coming from, his eyes widening at the bandages stained black, it was too late. 

This being only the second time you had felt it, and this being the first time you didn’t restrain it, you weren’t fully sure what you were expecting. But you most certainly weren’t expecting your arm to bend into a shape it wasn’t supposed to bend into, in a direction it wasn’t supposed to go. And you definitely weren’t expecting black, slimy tendrils to break your skin, pushing the man away with so much force that his back pushed itself into a tree. He yelled out in pain, clutching at his right shoulder. 

The violent coils did the same to the wolf, pushing it off to the side. And while momentarily, you rejoiced in the lack of restraint, it was taken over almost immediately by panic, because you just didn’t know how to make it stop. What frightened you even more was that a part of you didn’t want it to stop. As the tendrils flailed angrily, attempting to reach the man and the wolves as well, you felt the need to let it consume you, and then let it consume the man, and the wolves, and eventually, the entire forest. You wanted them dead, gone, burned to the ground, because none of this would have happened had it been for this disgusting fucking forest.

But you knew that wasn’t the way.

Fury coursed through your veins, and your eyesight blurred, quite literally blinded by anger. Clinging to your logic, you pushed yourself onto your front, pressing all of your weight onto the monstrosity that had once been your arm. The adrenaline had stopped you from feeling it before, but now, as you pressed your mangled arm into the ground, you could feel how broken it was, how the skin ached where the coils had broken through. You cried out in pain, in anger, in sheer terror, praying for it to stop. But it simply wouldn’t, and you wondered if you had come all this way to die because you had pushed the curse too much. 

Your mind went to Baekhyun as you screamed, of the way his eyes sparkled when the sunlight filtered in through the window in the mornings, when you woke up next to him. You started to believe you would never see them again. How you had broken his trust for an irrational decision you had made because of your stubbornness and pride, and how now you would never see the man you loved again, all because you believed you were right when you were so very, very wrong. 

But somehow, the thought of him grounded you, and you felt the curse weaken. Still, it was something, and you squeezed your eyes shut, sobbing as you conjured up mental images of Baekhyun making you laugh, and recalled the sensation of his lips softly kissing yours. You remembered the time he had first held your hand, at fourteen, right after an intense sparring session, and how at fifteen, you had been the one to kiss him, even though he was the one who asked you, because he was too nervous and unsure of what to do. 

The black appendages finally retreated back beneath your skin when you remembered how he had held you that last night before you fell asleep, and only when your free hand found its way to the pendant around your neck did your bones snap forcefully back into place. You were left hyperventilating, struggling to catch your breath as you buried your face into the snow, attempting to hide your weakness from your enemies. You heard footsteps crunching in the snow, coming closer and closer, but they froze when another rush of footsteps came from another direction. 

Even though you weren’t looking, you knew it was a large party. There was simply too much thumping for it to be one person… or whatever they were. All sound stopped, save for your panting, before you heard scrambling, and you lifted your gaze in time to watch the man drop to one knee, bowing his head in submission. 

“My king,” He murmured, and you turned your head ever so slightly to the direction in which he was leaning. Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood roaring in your ears, and your teary eyes widened as you saw what you saw.

The giant deer walked poised mere feet away from you commanded a presence over all of the other animals that had just arrived with him. You saw other deer, more reindeer, foxes, wolves, bears. In the trees all kinds of birds were perched, an eagle resting on a branch almost directly above the large creature. 

Its antlers were large, larger than you had ever seen, branching out in all directions, almost forming a sort of crown. When it took a step forward, you watched in awe as flowers and grass began to bloom where he stepped, peeking out from beneath the snow. 

Emyr, you realized with a chill, the deer god. King of the gods, ruler of the forest.

So, the god rumbled, without truly speaking, voice echoing through your mind, what is the meaning of all of this? 

Come to find out, Emyr wasn’t the only spirit you were in the presence of. Your weapons were confiscated. As the wolf dragged your body—weak from what just happened—through the snow, you realized that the four Pillars of the Forest were all around you. Emyr was leading the animals ahead of you, but the man walked next to the wolf as it dragged you, and next to him, walked the other wolves. The biggest one eyed you with burning distrust, and wisdom beyond your years, and when you locked eyes with her, something within you knew that this was Selyne, warden of the forest and goddess of the hunt. She growled softly, and the man’s eyes snapped to her, ready to listen to what she had to say. 

Disgusting, she growled, the nerve you have, little girl, to march all the way into this forest and injure my sons even more than you already have. I should rip your throat out right now—

Selyne. A giant brown bear lumbered up next to her, speaking gently but cautiously, she came here for a reason. The least we could do is listen before you do so, sister.

Your eyes widened, realizing this was Mirren, the bear goddess of family, matron of the forest. The wolf goddess let out something akin to a scoff, and before they could continue their discussion, Emyr stopped at a clearing not far off from the lake, where it seemed winter hadn’t touched down, grass green beneath you. The sun shone through a hole in the clouds, warming up the atmosphere, and your body shivered as you felt its heat pour over your body. In the center of the clearing, a large rock had three ledges, and a hole in the very bottom.

The Pillars of the Forest settled into the great stone. Mirren walked into the hole, Selyne hopped onto the lowest ledge, Emyr onto the middle ledge. Moments later, the eagle you had seen resting above Emyr’s head earlier flew onto the highest ledge, and you realized that this was Beval, the eagle god.

The animals around you chittered anxiously. The wolf set you down onto your knees, but did not step back. The rider stepped forward, however. He had picked up his dagger after you had been dragged away by the brown wolf, and now he held it forward to your neck once more. A silent threat.

Silence, Emyr said, and the animals obeyed. You could hear a pin drop. 

State your name, child, the bear ordered, and you cleared your throat. 

“Y/N,” You answered, voice raspy and gruff after not having spoken, “Y/N L/N.”

State your purpose in this forest. Selyne’s anger was barely contained, you could tell, but you refused to back down. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself, and flexed your free arm.

“I was cursed, great goddess,” You stated, “Cursed by one of your sons. I came to plead forgiveness, and ask to be healed.”

Forgiveness? Beval huffed, Healed? After everything your people have done to this forest? Burning your fires, taking our resources, and repeatedly trying to destroy our homes?

You looked down, before meeting the eagle’s strict gaze again. “I understand, my lord, that your kind and mine have been at war for hundreds of years. But I don’t wish to bring any of you harm, not right now into—”

Not now that you need us, Emyr deduced, and you bit your lip. 

“I don’t intend to use you for your powers, great king. I offer my service in return.”

If you don’t wish to harm us, why attack my son? Your eyes turned to the wolf goddess, trying to think of how to answer without angering her further. How do we know you’re even telling the truth?

“I was surprised,” You said after a few seconds of mulling over your answer, “His ambush caused me to panic, and defend myself. I understand why he’d do so if he didn’t know my intentions.”

“Even knowing your intentions, I’d have done it,” The man grumbled, “You’re a fool.”

You glared at him, but didn’t retaliate. You didn’t need to make yourself look worse.

What is this curse you speak of, Y/N? Mirren asked, And what do you mean it was one of Selyne’s sons who cursed you?

You told the story, choosing your words cautiously. Describing the attack, you watched as Selyne’s ears picked up, and she sat up straight, lifting her head. You described the tendrils, the black substance that secreted from your arm, the anger and hatred you felt when it controlled you. And you described remembering the story of the wounded warrior, how the curiosity drove you to leave home and wander for days until you came here.

Ah, the warrior, Emyr murmured warmly, Doyoung. What a fine young man. Of course, the circumstances were different then. His kind—your kind—was still a part of this kingdom, and he came to me looking to cheat death when he was wounded while he defended the Spearwood. 

“I understand, great king,” You answered, “But my plea still stands. Free me from this curse, and I will work as the warrior did.”

Resilient, determined. Mirren sounded amused. She’s not going to give up, brother. 

And what after you finish your years of service? Obviously, Selyne couldn’t be swayed, You return to your little Irontown, and continue to plot our downfall?

“Ironbend, and no, great goddess. You see, I am the leader’s only daughter. Next in line to inherit his place.”

You had your trump card, you realized, as the four gods took notice, all four of them exchanging glances, leaning forward. You could work around the original terms.

"My kind are tired of this war," You explained, growing more and more confident, "As I expect your kind are as well. It's all I've known, all my father's known, and all his father has known. If I can offer my people a stop to this war, I am willing to negotiate a truce of some sort.”

A truce… Beval mused, What are your conditions?

“I can’t stay as long as the warrior did. They’ll move on from me and pass my claim to the next person in line. Let me go back as soon as I am healed, and when I take my father’s place, I shall return, and we can negotiate a truce.”

Let you go, as soon as you are healed… The deer god repeated. I see what you are trying to do, girl. Don’t think you can fool a god. 

“No, great king, I don’t intend to—”

I am thousands of years old. You think you can fool me? My terms for healing are simple, service and loyalty to my kingdom. You are neither loyal to my kingdom, nor are you willing to serve me. 

You forced yourself to take deep breaths, attempting to remain calm. This had come so close to the way you had wanted it to.

You are too proud and too stubborn. You think that your status will help you now. No. I will heal not heal you… but you will remain in this forest. Learn a thing or two, and maybe then we can negotiate this again. 

"Stay in the forest? I… For how long? My healer told me I only had a month and a half to live. I—"

For as long as is needed. You do this on my terms, or not at all. If you wish to go, then do so at any moment. The war will continue and you will still be cursed. If you wish to be healed, you will stay until you earn your freedom from this curse. 

You swallowed a growing lump in your throat, meeting the god's eyes. "Very well, great king. I accept your terms."

Very well... But you will not serve me. You will serve Selyne and her sons. 

Your eyes widened, darting nervous to the white wolf. She looked displeased with the situation, but said nothing. 

He's doing this on purpose, you thought, he knows Selyne wants me dead so he's making it harder for me. 

Selyne spoke again. Serve me? Well, then. My sons will work with you. Her eyes looked at the wolf behind you and at the rider. As punishment.

The wolf behind you huffed, and the rider tensed. "Mother, I—"

Quiet, both of you. My orders were simple.  You were forbidden from leaving the inner circle of the forest without me, and forbidden from instigating the humans. You did both. You could have been killed, or injured as your brother is now. You deliberately disobeyed me and now because of your foolish actions, we have a human who has seen the inner circle, and knows where the most important part of the forest is. 

As insolent as she is, she has come for a purpose. She is to fulfill that purpose, and you will help her do so. Am I understood?

"Mother, she's—"

Chanyeol, the she-wolf growled, don't test me. 

Chanyeol. So that was his name. 

The princes of the forest, working with a human, Mirren said, this should be interesting.

You could tell that Chanyeol was not pleased with the situation. The other wolves of his pack as well. After the meeting was adjourned, and the other animals dispersed, Chanyeol pushed you to your knees, and he growled at you, "Follow me." 

You obeyed wordlessly, taking note of his temperament. You walked aimlessly, for about twenty minutes. Surprisingly, Ivan, ever faithful, walked behind you, but you could sense some apprehension from him. Your eyes looked at Chanyeol's back, covered by the pelt of a white wolf, serving the same purpose as your cloak. 

Your cloak, which had been dragged through the snow, and was now wet. You did your best to hide your shivering. You could deal with that later.

To distract yourself, you let your eyes stray to the wolves. There were three of them, all smaller than Selyne but bigger than the average wolf. One, the brown wolf who had dragged you along. The second one, black, the third one a classic timber gray. 

You realized that the white wolf who had bitten you wasn't there. 

"Where's the white one?" You asked, voice quiet and curious. Chanyeol and the three wolves stopped walking, and turned to look at you. 

"Resting," Chanyeol answered. You nodded, not answering, and they continued on, trailing behind them. You walked a little longer until you stumbled across a cave. Their den, you realized. You stopped, and so did Ivan behind you. You watched as Chanyeol and the other three wolves made their way into the den, but you couldn’t find the courage to enter. You almost felt as if you were trespassing. 

You turned to your reindeer, skittish and eyeing the den, and walked towards him, caressing the side of his head. “You’ll be okay, big guy,” You murmured, “I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

Your stomach rumbled, and you sighed softly, pulling out your loaf of bread and the little remaining jam there was.

It was a miracle you’d managed to make the bread last this long, you mused to yourself as you spread the jam onto it. 

“What is that?” 

You jumped, letting out a soft squeak. You turned to Chanyeol, who had creeped up on you while his brothers remained in the den. His face remained stoic and bordering on annoyed. “Stop fucking doing that,” You snapped, “It’s bread and jam.”

He tilted his head, and you blinked. “Do… I’m guessing that isn’t a thing here?”

Chanyeol shook his head, his earrings swinging as he did so. You pursed your lips, before breaking the slice in half. Slowly, you offered him one. Eyeing it with curiosity, and slight disdain, he grabbed his half. Then his dark gaze met yours. “You first.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“This. You eat it first.” 

Raising your eyebrows, you wondered if he thought it was poisoned. As if you would be stupid enough to poison the son of the goddess who hated you most, in front of all of his brothers. “Fine,” You huffed, and took a bite, eyes widening and shaking your head at him challengingly. He narrowed his eyes at you, studying your appearance. 

His eyes stopped for a moment when they landed on Baekhyun’s necklace. But a second later, he looked back up at you, and took a bite once he saw you swallow, before making his way back to the den. Shivering, you finished your jam before taking over your wet cloak. It was even heavier now that it was wet. 

Here, in what the gods called the inner circle of The Spearwood, it wasn’t as cold, so you hung your cloak over a low hanging branch and hoped it would dry soon. Now, you were unsure what to do. Chanyeol had gone to lay down with the wolves, presumably, and you stood awkwardly as you were left unsure what to do. You were tired after everything that had happened in the past hour or so—the attack, your meeting with the gods, now this—but you weren’t sure where you would sleep for now. You weren’t sure if you were welcomed in the den.

So you made your way over to a rock opposite the den, sitting on it and resting your head against a tree stump growing right next to it. You thought over everything that had happened, but mainly, how you had handled the curse. Your hand gripped the opal with your free hand, staring off into the trees. 

The curse is fueled by hatred, you surmised, love is what will ground you. 

You wondered what Baekhyun was doing right now, as you watched the forest grow darker slowly. For a horrifying thought, you wondered what could have happened to him that night if you hadn’t managed to control yourself. You quickly pushed it away, not willing to get caught up on what could have happened, but didn’t Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as you thought of home, and beneath your eyelids, the images danced so vividly…

“Wake up.” The voice was gruff, calloused hands shaking you haphazardly. You furrowed your eyebrows, humming softly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. It had grown colder, and you found that you actually had managed to fall asleep. The sky had finally cleared up, the moon high up in the sky. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your lower back. You looked up at Chanyeol, who had pulled his mask back onto his face.

“We’re patrolling the border between the inner circle and the outer one. You’re coming with us.” His voice was muffled from behind the mask.

“Oh,” You answered, “Okay.”

You stood, arching your back to stretch out the kinks. The other wolves were standing behind Chanyeol, and he pointed at each one.

“Junmyeon,” He said at the brown wolf.

“Kyungsoo.” The black wolf.

“Jongin.” The gray wolf. 

You nodded at all of them awkwardly, unsure how to address them. They eyed you with disdain, Kyungsoo pulling off the first ever eye roll you’d seen on a wolf. Junmyeon huffed at him, and Chanyeol shook his head. “Whatever,” He grumbled, “Let’s go.”

The night was rough. Ivan was asleep, so all you had were your feet to trudge through the snow. For hours, you walked through trees and over rocks. 

You were trailing through the snow with Chanyeol, having pulled on your cloak again. He was riding Junmyeon, who was walking slower than the others. The brown wolf seemed to be the most gentle of the three—four? You had yet to see the fourth—wolves, watching you with more indifference than dislike. 

Kyungsoo and Jongin trailed ahead, seemingly content ignoring you.

“You do this every night?” You asked Chanyeol. He nodded. “Our mother is the warden of the Spearwood. It’s only natural that we take after her.”

You nodded in understanding. “Will I be coming with you every—”

“Yes. Stop talking.” His head turned to face forward again, back on alert.

The night was incredibly awkward and tense. You were unsure if the tension was due to the alertness of the wolves on patrol or because of you. 

A few minutes later, you spoke again. “Will I meet your other brother?”

Everyone stopped, slowly turning to face you. The three wolves’ eyes were narrowed at you, and you immediately knew that you had said the wrong thing. Kyungsoo took a step forward with a growl, but Junmyeon growled back at him, and he backed off. 

“He’s injured.” Chanyeol’s voice was clipped. “He was injured by people like you with those—those things.”

“Why can’t Emyr heal him?” You asked, tilting your head. “If he’s powerful enough to heal me, then why can’t he heal—”

“Because we don’t understand his injury,” Chanyeol snapped, getting off of Junmyeon. He began to approach you. “We understand the curse, but not the injury. If we can’t heal the injury, we can’t stop the curse. We understand your injury and your curse. It’s different. You wouldn’t understand. Now—”

“But I want to understand—”

“You could never understand,” Chanyeol snarled, making his way into your personal space, “Your kind never do, the vermin that you are.”

You glared up at the unwavering red mask, even harsher in the moonlight, inches away from your face. “Now stop talking,” Chanyeol demanded, poking you square in your upper chest, “And don’t talk about my brothers as if you deserve to.”

He made his way back up onto Junmyeon, and the foursome continued, not even watching to see if you walked to keep up.

Junmyeon stopped walking at your speed for the rest of the long, cold night.

When you made your way back to the den, the sun was beginning to rise. As Chanyeol got off of Junmyeon, and shooed his brother away, you approached him.

“Why can’t I hear your conversations?” 

You’d realized they were having a conversation pretty early on after your little spat, but didn’t comment on it, mainly because Chanyeol decided to whisper to his brothers so as to leave you out. You found it petty. But now, your curiosity got the best of you.

Chanyeol pulled back the hood of his pelt and took off his mask, scowling at you.“Why does it matter?” 

“Because I might never understand, but I can try.”

Chanyeol scoffed at you, pushing past you. You’d had enough. Your feet were aching, your fingers and the tip of your nose were numb, your lips were close to breaking because of how chapped you were, and you were hungry and dehydrated. 

So yes, you gripped his shoulder roughly, and pulled him back. You weren’t expecting him to let out a pained cry, and you didn’t expect to feel something hard beneath the cloak. 

Immediately, the three wolves stood from where they had gone to lay down, snarling angrily, but he waved them away. They stopped snarling, but didn’t sit.  

“What is—”

“Don’t touch me,” He said, swatting your hand away. 

“Let me help you,” You countered earnestly. “Please.”

“Why should I?”

You made a face. “Because I might be able to figure out what’s hurting you?”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “I already know what’s hurting me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then why haven’t you been able to stop it? It’s a shoulder injury, it’s not that h—”

You stopped midway, when your eyes drifted to his injured shoulder, hidden beneath his clothes, his right shoulder.

The very one you had shot the day you got bitten.

“I did that,” You mumbled, gears turning in your head “...And you can’t have one of Emyr’s healers treat you because… up until yesterday, no one knew you had left the inner circle of the forest.”

A smug grin spread across your face. “Scared of mommy finding out, huh?”

Oh, if looks could kill. 

 You shook your head, your smile leaving your face. “Really. Let me help, Chanyeol. Let me right a wrong of my own doing.”

Chanyeol’s eyes looked you up and down, eyeing you suspiciously. Finally, he grunted out softly, before nodding his head in your direction once. “What are you gonna do?”

You had him lead you to the nearest body of water, a small stream about ten minutes from the den. You sat him down on the banks of the stream, where there was no snow. You set down what you had brought: his knife, plus your bandages and a small jar of ointment Yixing had given you for your cut. 

It wasn’t working on you, but you had a feeling it was more due to the fact that you were cursed by ancient dark magic. 

“Take off your clothes.” You pulled off your cloak and rolled up your sleeves. He made a perplexed face. “What are you—”

“Keep your pants on,” You added hastily, “I need to see the injury.” 

After a few seconds of hesitation, he pulled off the pelt, and set it down gently next to where he was sitting. His tattered black shirt was also removed, and set down on top of it, but he left his necklace of animal teeth on. Kneeling behind him, your eyes settled on the tan skin of his back, before spotting the wound. 

He must have broken the wooden shaft of the arrow as he tried to remove it, because the edge was splintered and the arrowhead was lodged in his skin. The skin around the wound was an angry red, swollen. You could even see a bit of pus caking in the crevice of the cut.

You picked up the knife, mentally noting where you would cut around to pull the arrowhead out. Your other hand rested on his other. “This is gonna hurt,” You told him, voice soft, “I’m sorry.”

You pressed down around the wound gently at first, feeling him tense up beneath you. Then, when you pressed down with more force, he hissed in pain. Finally, when you plunged the knife into the wound, he groaned out.

His breathing turned heavy as you tried to work quickly, but not too hastily as to butcher your work. You used the knife as a sort of separation between the arrowhead and his skin, trying gently to pull it out. 

When you finally did, he let out a harsh, shaky breath, fists balled.

You led him to the stream, using your hands to wash out the wound. It wasn’t hot at all, and it probably wasn’t the cleanest, but it was the next best thing. Trying to remember how Yixing had done it that time you Jongdae accidentally shot Minseok with his bow, and you rinsed out the pus eventually. 

You slathered on the ointment a bit more generously than you probably should have, trying your best to not hurt him too much, before dressing the wound with some of your gauze. You ripped off a bit of fabric from your pant leg, before looping it below his arm and tying it taut, so the bandage wouldn’t slip free.

“Better?” You asked when you were finished. 

“I suppose,” He answered, moving his shoulder to test it out, “...Yes.”

You smiled, even though he wasn’t facing you. “You go back. I need to change my own bandages.”

“You know which way to go?” He asked, pulling on his shirt, and then his pelt. 

“Yes,” You answered, watching as he picked up his knife before he stalked off. 

He didn’t even thank you. You wondered vaguely if he knew how.

When you returned, now with fresh bandages, Chanyeol had curled up in the den with his brothers, and you went over to Ivan, who was chewing on some grass he’d found to put away your bandages and the ointment. Wordlessly, you flexed your fingers, watching how the skin had turned a black, necrotic color that would look unnatural on any skin tone. You wondered vaguely how much longer you had, before shaking your head. 

You fell asleep again on the hard, uncomfortable rock, sleeping for hours upon hours.

You woke again in the late afternoon, around the same time you had first been attacked by Chanyeol and his brothers. The wolves were awake, some milling around the den and the others sitting in a circle. You could smell blood, and you perked up, figuring it must have been a catch. 

Slowly, you made your way over to them. Jongin noticed you first, gaze hardening. His snout was stained red, and you looked down between his paws to see a piece of red meat. Chanyeol turned around when he realized Jongin was looking at you, looking you up and down before turning again. You pursed your lips at his face, the skin around his mouth stained with blood—he'd obviously been eating the meat raw like the others.

"Can I…?"

"You have your own food."

You sighed. "Not really. Not enough to satisfy myself for a whole day."

Chanyeol stared at you for a few moments, looking disinterested, before sighing. He pulled out his knife, before cutting off a sizable chunk of meat from the deer. He handed it to you, and you nodded. "Thanks," you mumbled, before walking off, sitting on your designated rock.

You needed to figure out how to cook this thing.

Thankfully, they hadn't taken your oil lantern, which you quickly uncapped and lit, before breaking a small branch off of the tree. You used the branch to pierce the meat, before letting it hover over the flame. 

The flame was a bit small, but you knew it would cook eventually. At least until the exterior was cooked. 

While you'd been working, you didn't realize that Junmyeon had made his way over to the circle, all of the wolves watching you. 

What is she doing? Jongin asked, perplexed. She looks insane.

"I don't know," Chanyeol answered, leaning over to the gray wolf, "Maybe it's a human thing."

She's gonna burn it, Kyungsoo huffed, before spitting out a bone. If she doesn't burn down the entire forest first.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. Yes, you were foolish, but he doubted you were incompetent enough to burn down an entire forest.

No, he's got a point. Junmyeon's tone was serious. Yeol, go see what she's doing. It could be dangerous. 

Chanyeol set down his chunk of deer, wiping his hands off and making his way to you. Your eyes met his once he was standing in front of you. “Can I help y—”

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m cooking my meat.” You sounded matter-of-fact. “I don’t want to get sick by eating it raw.”

Chanyeol tilted his head, frowning. “We’ve never gotten sick like that.”

“You’re used to raw meat, and they’re wolves. I am neither. So I have to.”

He pointed at the lantern, eyeing it warily. “What’s that?”

You stared at him for a second, before realizing just how isolated he had been from the human world. He didn’t know what bread or jam was, nor did he know about lanterns. He called guns those things, and he eyed you like you were other, as if you didn’t have the same shape of limbs, the same joints, ligaments and bones. 

“I-it’s a lantern,” You explained, snapping out of your thoughts. You explained how it worked, how it was lit, and how you had to wait for it to cook the fire before you could eat it.

You didn’t notice how your bodies scooted closer every few seconds. 

Neither did Chanyeol.

[mymoodwriting]

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[kaisooficrec]

EXOmonsterfest (2020): kaisoo fics

Monster!EXO is back again and we were blessed with a kaisoo fic and a fanart!! Both are awesome and deserve love and appreciation, kudos and comments! Check out the fest’s twitter account for more exo fics!

Decrepitude (Don’t Go)

Genre: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Witcher AU, Explicit Sexual Content, Monster hunting, Non-Linear Narrative, Magic, Minor Oh Sehun/Park Chanyeol - Relationship Length: 34,484 w Rating: NC-17 Summary: “I didn’t choose them,” Kyungsoo replies with a touch of bitterness. The scars from the transformation do not heal. Inside, and out. “Why did you choose white?”“Do you know what I asked for?” Jongin asks.Jongin lies as easily as breathing.

He grins, all teeth, when Kyungsoo gives him the attention he seeks. “I asked to be unforgettable.”

[bonus]: Fanart

Author: dohkyan Rating: PG Genre: Dragon AU Description: Jongin is followed by an adorable little creature when walking home one early morning and brings it in. Kyungsoo freezes at the sight. "Do you have any idea of what you have brought home?" Jongin has not. 

finals and demons and dicks, oh my!

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[thechanbaeklibrary]

Fic Search #39

1. r-998s5 asked: Hey there thanks for the last time... Ok so I'm looking for this fic, Where yeol and sehun was maybe hunters and baek was some maybe human+holy creature and jongin has split personality disorder and one night jongdae and minseok attacked baek and luhan on his way to home from restaurant and then they found refuge in luhan's bf sehun's house and they then revealed their identities that sechan is not any model but demon hunters..

2. anonymous asked: hiii i was just trying to find this tweetfic (it might have been an sns au) that had baekhyun that worked in a club/ bar and he was older than chanyeol and chanyeol really liked baekhyun but baek didn't want to be with him. oh and he'd sleep with other guys to keep chanyeol off his mind. idk i feel like the pics they put had baekhyun wearing red lol if that helps

tweetfic by johannababe15

3. anonymous asked: hello! im looking for a chanbaek ao3 fic where baek is pregnant and the couple go to yoga clases together while chanyeol just enjoys the view of baeks ass. this is only a part of the fic:(

The Baby Deal by tinkerklang

4. anonymous asked: hiii!! i forgot the fic where baekhyun called someone to fix their air conditioning and baek didnt know that the dude was actually his husbands son. baek was leaking and there was smut

Sweet as Sugar by Baekstars

5. anonymous asked: Hello lovelies ❤️ I was hoping you could help me with this fic, it was a pwp where chanyeol was topping from the bottom (?) he was bh’s dom but he made bh fuck him while b had a dildo inside him, it was very kinky and I’m lowkey ashamed of asking but I can’t remember the name and it was really good 😂

6. anonymous asked: Hey.. Hope you all are safe.. Do you know a fic where baek is CEO and chan is a hybrid.. Baek bought chan and keeps him in his home and chan is a giant softie but still tops.. Ik it's really vague.. Hope you can help me find it. Thanks.

7. anonymous asked: im trying to look for this fic where all i can remember is the summary where the prof told bh's class to paint the biggest part of the model's (cy) body (and bh thought about painting/drawing about cy's d1ck lol) the first scene i remember is cy coming late to the class room where bh is, cy being a model for this class was suggested by sehun i think bc cy has been looking for part time works :( im sorry if this confusing huhu thanks in advance

8. real-614 asked: Hello. I've been looking for fics when one of them can see the future, or one of them is from the future and he goes back to the past, or one of them goes to the future, or none of them, like that fic when Sehun, their future son, goes back to the past when Chanyeol and Baekhyun are in the process to divorce. Something like that related to future/past. Do you have any recommendations? Thank you so much!

9.  anonymous asked: Do you know this fic on ao3 where CY and BH are married but its arranged. The fic starts off where BH is holding a flower then he asked his girl companion what the meaning of that flower and he explained that its unrequited love or something along those lines and the girl said that its sad lol. Then he saw CY his husband walking somewhere not far from them and CY didn't even spare him a glance. This also has a tweetfic. There's a GIF where Baekhyun is surrounded with yellow flowers. Thank you~

Chasing Marigolds by neezwritesexo maybe?

10. anonymous asked: hi im looking for a fic where baek is a girl and chanyeol is in a kpop grp or band (i cant rmbr). and they fuck in chanyeols grps dorm. i think baek is also a idol or smth??? i think the fic is on ao3 or maybe aff. thanks!!! (also the end part was like chanyeol wanting to fuck baek raw, or smth liddat) also im sorry this fic is just so nsfw HAHAHA

11. anonymous asked: Hi i just want to re read a fic but i forgot the title. Chanyeol is Taeyeon's father and Baekhyun is her boyfriend. Baekhyun eventually cheats on Tae with her father. It is an age gap fic.Hope you know/ remember the title. Thanks.

Thanks to @vrpcy, @baekkieyeollie614, @prinuibe, @feather-aaliya for your help! 🥰

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Goretober Schedule:

PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING ON: May contain stories that are triggering to some people! These are horror fanfics, if they seem like they will all trigger you/ you don’t want to risk it they are all #goretober so that you can avoid that. I will have other works coming out while these do, so you should have plenty of content even if you’re avoiding this content. That being said, every work and this schedule will include EXTENSIVE trigger warnings. Please, please, don’t make a big deal about this. If you have an issue with something or think I have not properly put the right trigger warnings then please come into my asks or dms and POLITELY have a conversation with me, so I can understand why and how to fix it! In addition each work will have a read more marker after the warnings so that you won’t accidentally have to see anything. You have been warned about the following. If you’d still like to see some horror fanfics, go on ahead.

Subject to change, but there will be something everyday.

They will drop at 10:00pm EST each day, except for first piece which will drop sooner to kick off goretober.

Below is the schedule w/ a title/au description and some of the trigger warnings (Note: not all of them are written yet, so I cannot fully put all the trigger warnings in the schedule, however I will attempt to do my best and FULL trigger warnings will be at the top of each piece followed by a keep reading button for safety!)

Pieces should all be mostly gender neutral or w/out reference to a reader. A few exceptions may exist, but likely not many. For all gender neutral pieces, I tried to proof read to make sure they were good for sure, but sometimes I do miss something.If you spot something just dm me where it was please. Thank you!

Continuations can be requested as many end in cliffhangers! 

D1. Lost Hope - Childhood friend & Ghost au! Hoseok (BTS)- Warnings: Ghosts, murder (including children), avenging, blood, gore, death, graves?,mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, mentions of suicide, bones. - Words: 2,317 - GN

D2. Long Story Short - Jeonghan - Warnings:Killer themes, stalker themes, murder, blood, stabbing, mild cursing. - Words: 1,279 - GN

D3. Alone Together - Yeosang -  Warnings: Dead bodies, murder, stalker themes, buried alive, confined spaces, drugging, death, mentions of and attempt of suicide, abduction. death threats. (Honestly, I straight up sobbed writing the one part of this.) - Words: 1,273 - GN

D4. Abandoned - Monster au! Woozi - Warnings: Abandonment, monster themes, voices, a little bit of blood, cursing.  - Words: 947 (I know it’s short, but I’m actually really proud and excited about this one.) - GN

D5. Dark Web - Serial Killer au! + Dark net/web au! Stray Kids -  Warnings: Serial killers, dark web, stalker themes, murder (there are serial killers), blood, gore, bombs, shooting, guns, stabbing, knifes, drowning, beating, poisoning, arson, bondage, kidnapping, strangulation, mutilation, bodies, car accident, run over, mentions of police(investigating the murders no actually scenes w/ them at all), mentions of pepper spray. - Words: 3,971 - GN

D6. Cursed - Treasure Hunter! Felix -  Warnings: Tombs, curses, booby traps, skeletons, mentions of blood. - Words: 1,545 - GN

D7. Secret Passage - Childhood friends! Chanyeol -  Warnings: Stalker themes, mentions of bullying. - Words: 795 - GN

D8. Evil Angel - Kai -  Warnings: Kidnapping kinda(he kinda draws you in like a siren), mildly suggestive?. - Words: 848 - GN

D9. Dance With the Devil - Devil!Jun(Svt) -  Warnings: Bar, alcohol, mentions of prostitution/stripping/whatever you choose to consider it, devil it’s literally a devil au he’s gonna be in it , mentions of hell, mentions of death. - Words: 1,278 - GN

D10. Blackout - Jongho -  Warnings: Apocalyptical/Dystopian society, mentions of war, violence, gore, global blackout, lawless society, death, stealing, bodies, burning, somewhat happy ending? - Words: 1,602 - GN

D11. Behind These Bars - DK -  Warnings: Stalker themes, kidnapper themes, criminal themes, abandoned jail setting, mentions of arrest/trespassing, flirting. - Words: 950 - GN

D12. No Way Home - Ateez -  Warnings: Serial killer themes, stalker themes, murder, death, suicide, poison, explosion, heights, falling, beating, fights, guns, mauling, gore, blood, drowning, mentions of police and police reports, threats, mention of poison gas, hospitals, mentions of drugging. - Words: 5,221 - GN

D13. Bitten - Vampire Prince! Hongjoong (Very fluffy actually.)-  Warnings: Vampires, biting, blood, betrayal? (Hongjoong is your bf and he lied to you), mentions of sex and breeding, mentions of mates, mentions of rituals. - Words: 1,322 - F 

D14. Lure - Siren! Mingyu -  Warnings: Siren themes, kidnapping themes, cursing, implied drowning? kinda you don’t necessarily have to take it that way, cursing, nudity.  - Words: 1,421 - GN

D15. Depths - Demon! Seungmin -  Warnings: Sinkhole, demons, hell, implied death? kinda, a little cursing, threats. - Words: 1,053 - GN

D16. Nightmares - S.Coups -  Warnings: Night terrors, sleep paralysis, killer themes, stalker themes, knife. - Words: 468 - GN

D17. Trapped - Yandere! Jimin -  Warnings: Yandere themes, blood, degradation, injury, aggression, mildly suggestive themes, violence, passing out.  - Words: 1,674  - GN

D18. I Plead Insanity - Hyunjin -  Warnings: Insane asylums, stalker themes, kidnapping, Hyunjin calls reader pretty because it seems like what he’d do regardless of gender (lets face it anyone can be pretty), cursing.  - Words: 760 - GN

D19. Alive - Seungkwan - Warnings: Things coming to life, killer themes, mentions of bullying, mentions of loneliness, murder, death, blood, knife, serial killer themes, kinda Seungkwan x Soonyoung if you wanna view it that way, but you don’t have to. - Words: 945 - GN

D20.Snowed In - Monsta X -  Warnings: Ghost themes, abandoned asylum setting, trapped, haunted themes, actually kinda soft though, themes of abandonment. - Words: 916 - GN

D21. Home Alone -  Yanan - Warnings: Themes of abandonment? kinda, mentions of death. - Words: 598 - Technical Difficulties please stand by while I fix this one.

D22.  Haunted - Changkyun -  Warnings: Haunting themes kind of, bats, Vampire themes, pretty fluffy. - Words: 747 - F Roommate mentioned

D23. Eclipse - Wonwoo -  Warnings: Unexplained phenomenon, doomsday themes?, themes of kidnapping. - Words: 679 - GN

D24. Red Handed - Jungkook -  Warnings: Serial killer themes, body transfer themes, blood, death, gore. - Words: 485 - GN

D25.  Horror Hotel - BTS -  Warnings: Kidnapping themes, murder themes, serial killer themes, death, dead bodies, suggestive themes, nudity, poker, alcohol, crematorium themes.  - Words: 3,291 - F Reader

D26. Reflection - Joshua -  Warnings: Multiverse style au, threats, blood, mentions of death. - Words: 500 - GN

D27. Treasure - Seventeen -  Warnings: Shipwreck themes, pirate themes, teleportation/time travel themes, mentions of curses, mentions of death, mild language/a little cursing, treats, mentions of blood, swords. - Words: 1,422 - GN

D28. Changed - Kino -  Warnings: Pandemic, cure, side effects, body transformations, blood, gore, dystopian. - Words: 800 - GN

D29. Surprise - Werewolf! Shownu -  Warnings: Werewolf themes, some violence, attempt at sexual assault kinda (some guys try to get a little handsy in an alleyway), spiked drinks, club themes, alcohol, cursing, somewhat suggestive. - Words: 787 - GN

D30. Gone - Pentagon -  Warnings: Disappearing themes (somewhat explained, not really), stalker themes, forgotten/abandonment themes, yandere themes? at the end kinda. - Words: 1,536 - GN

D31. Halloween House of Horrors- nct 2020 -Warnings: sirens, werewolves, hybrids, vampires, fallen angels, ghosts, zombies, demons, devil, creepy doctors, mad scientists, serial killers, fangs, mildly suggestive themes. - Word Count: 4,651 - GN

[onenightandgone]

Violence (Halloweenigans! DC)

10. “Your soul or hers.” + Chanyeol

The bars wouldn’t budge. The barbed wire wrapped around them like sharp snakes. The sharp edges and rounded curves glinted in the limited light the damp basement offered.

You shivered as the cold reached into your bones. The blood from trying to force the steel bars of your cage apart had finally dried, but your nerves had memorized the deep pricks of the barbs into your skin, and the ghost of them echoed painfully.

You felt like you had been crying for hours, but still your chest heaved as the tears turned to stains on your cheeks.

What was happening to you? And why were you here?

‘Y/N?’ The deep, familiar voice sounded through the darkness. It was muffled by the close feeling that the windowless basement brought, but you knew that voice like you knew yourself.

‘Chanyeol?’ you croaked, your voice ragged from crying.

A flashlight beam swung into your cage, and you squinted into the brightness. You heard the gasp and the rushing footsteps.

‘Y/N!’ The light lowered and your eyes adjusted to see Chanyeol himself kneeling by the cage. ‘Oh my god, what did he do to you?’

‘What did who do?’ You didn’t know how you had even gotten here. You felt the first tremors of panic start in your chest.

The light from Chanyeol’s flashlight illuminated his form enough for you to make out the leatherbound thighs that crouched just out of your reach, the heavy leather jacket, and the metallic reflection of ammunition on his belt.

He reached through the bars carefully, his hand covering yours.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here,’ he said hurriedly.

Chanyeol let go to examine the cage. He panned the flashlight and circled it until he spotted the large iron padlock. He fiddled with it uselessly, the heavy metal ring clanking like an alarm against the cage. He stood quickly, and pulled a magnum revolver from his hip. He cocked it and pointed it at the lock.

‘What are you-‘

‘Cover your ears,’ he commanded.

You obeyed, huddling down into even more of a ball and spreading your palms over your ears. You braced yourself.

Chanyeol pulled the trigger with perfect aim and a loud bang. The bullet tore through the iron and bit into the concrete floor of the basement. He spared no time in ripping the lock from the cage and reaching through the door for you.

Gently, Chanyeol pulled you out of the cage.

Your cut-up hands shook and stung when he picked you up easily, you clung to him with just your arms wrapped around his neck. You tried to choke back a whimper, but it slipped out.

‘Shh,’ Chanyeol hushed, his soft low voice the best medicine he could offer. ‘I’ve got you. We’re going home now, ok?’ He kissed your forehead lovingly before getting to his feet and whirling around to try to find the door.

It didn’t take long

The ancient hardwood door burst open with a loud crash, and a dark figure stood in the doorway. Shrill laughter emanated from it, and you couldn’t help but shiver in response. But why did it seem so familiar?

‘Shit, it’s a trap! I should have known,’ muttered Chanyeol. ‘Don’t let go of me, you hear me? Follow my lead and do whatever I tell you.’

Chanyeol set you slowly down onto your feet and stepped in front of you.

‘What do you want?’ he said, standing tall and fearless.

‘Did you really think you could have both?’ the figure said with a chilling voice. ‘That you could live in two worlds at once?’

‘Who are you?’ said Chanyeol.

It laughed again before it came out of the shadow. You gasped as you recognized him.

‘Chanyeol, is that-‘

‘Yes, the demon king,’ he said to you, before turning his attention back to the elderly man in front of you, who grinned at you greedily. ‘Sooman! What do you want with her?’

‘That bitch whimpering behind you? Nothing,’ Sooman said coldly. ‘You, however, are exactly what I want. And you came here so eagerly, it was more than I could hope for.’

Chanyeol glared and stood his ground, even as his opponent stepped forward.

‘Look at you playing guard dog,’ Sooman said, the grin returning to his face. ‘I, for one, am exceptionally happy that you found something worth fighting for. Something personal.’

‘If you wanted a fight, Sooman, all you had to do was ask,’ Chanyeol said, gritting his teeth.

Loud footsteps rushed up behind you just before iron fists closed over your arms.

You screamed as two burly henchmen dragged you away from Chanyeol and up towards your captor. You resisted and fought as much as you could, but you were already weak, and there was nothing you could do.

‘Let her go!’ boomed Chanyeol, pointing his revolver directly at Sooman, who chuckled, unbothered.

‘Now what good would that do?’ He nodded at one of the men who held you.

He produced a long, grotesque blade, placing the sharp edge against your throat.

Chanyeol froze and glared murderously.

‘I was going to wait for this grand finale, but I guess we can skip right to it. You have a choice to make, demon hunter. If you truly love this – this toad, you’ll make the right one,’ Sooman said. ‘Now lower the gun.’

Chanyeol slowly lowered the revolver, the reluctance clear in every movement.

‘Slide it over. Nice and slow.’

Once again Chanyeol obeyed, his eyes pleading with you to hold on, to trust him. The revolver grated against the concrete floor, clattering as it slid across to Sooman’s feet.

Sooman collected it and stood with the same constant smile.

‘Now think about this carefully because you only have one chance, and there’s no going back,’ he said. He cleared his throat. ‘If you’ve ever wondered why most of the people in your profession are single or widowers, now you know. Love makes you weak, just like how it’s given me complete control of you. Now, your offer. You can give me your soul. Or hers.’

Immediately you knew what Chanyeol would choose.

‘Don’t you dare, Chanyeol!’ you screamed, your voice grating in your throat.

‘That’s not even a choice,’ said Chanyeol, dropped his murderous glare and looked at you sadly. ‘I have to do this,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t live without you, and you know that. He knows that.’

Sooman laughed in pure delight.

‘Now say it, say that you willingly offer me your soul, and the girl goes free.’

‘Can I at least say goodbye first?’ Chanyeol asked.

Sooman nodded and motioned to the guards, who let go of you.

Chanyeol was across to you in three strides, his powerful arms wrapping around you. Your nostrils filled with the scent of old leather and gunpowder, his scent. You closed your eyes as you tried not to cry, memorizing every feature that you could.

No, this couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be the last time. Your mind refused to accept it, your heart revolted even as it broke.

Chanyeol smiled down at you sadly. His large fingers dexterously traced your cheek before he leaned down to kiss you.

‘I love you,’ he whispered, his lips brushing yours. But instead of saying goodbye, Chanyeol winked at you. ‘Follow my lead.’

In the blink of an eye, Chanyeol whirled on one of the guards, whipping out his silver knife and plunging it into his throat. Before the other guard could move, the blade crossed the span of his own neck.

They both screamed wildly as they seemed to burn from within before dissolving instantly into ash, blown away by an unseen wind.

‘Idiots!’ screamed Sooman, who turned and ran out the door he came in.

Chanyeol turned to give chase, but you called his name.

‘Stop! Chanyeol! Let’s just go, we’ll get him another day,’ you said. You tried hopelessly to wipe the blood spatter from your face, but every attempt seemed to just make it worse.

He came back reluctantly, picking up his revolver and holstering it, covering it with his coat.

Before you could say anything else, Chanyeol covered your mouth with his, kissing you desperately. He pulled back, chest heaving, and swung you into his arms. Without a moment to spare, he carted you out the door.

You coughed as the fresh night air met your lungs, wincing when Chanyeol placed you in the passenger seat of his car.

He almost ran over to the driver’s side, cranking the ignition and speeding out of the derelict farmyard towards the highway.

‘Don’t ever scare me like that again,’ he said fiercely, his eyes glued on the road ahead. The engine roared underneath his merciless acceleration.

‘I scared you? I thought you were actually going to give up your soul for me! You know I couldn’t live with that!’

‘You know what I mean! I can’t – I can’t let this sort of thing happen to you. It will, you know, for as long as you’re with me, this shit is just going to keep happening,’ Chanyeol said. He tried desperately to hide the tremble in his voice, a wrinkle in the velvet sound.

‘Then don’t let it happen. Teach me how to hunt.’

Chanyeol gaped.

‘What’s worse – the risk of leaving me completely exposed and helpless? Or the risk of me knowing what’s going on and being able to defend myself? Teach me,’ you repeated.

Surprisingly, he took a deep breath and a long exhale, letting go of his stubbornness, and listening to your reasoning.

‘We start when your hands are healed.’ Without another word, Chanyeol stomped his heavy boot even harder on the gas pedal, and the two of you sped off down the highway.

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baeconandeggs 2020 [Masterlist]

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A LIST OF ALL THE 2020 BAE FICS WITH A SHORT DESCRIPTION, RATING AND LENGTH. THIS IS NOT A RECOMMENDATION LIST BASED ON OUR INDIVIDUAL ASSESSMENT OF QUALITY. 

A BAEK Love Story (royal!au, baker!au, love at first sight, R, 31.4K)

Admiration (university!au, substance abuse, R, 38K, see warnings)

A love letter long overdue (radio host!au, PG-15, 3.5K)

Am I Worthy (To Bleed Dry for You?) (roya!au, prince and servant!au, soulmate!au, NC-17, 15K)

Apricus (a/b/o, fantasy, R, 10K)

Baby Blue (strangers to lovers, romantic comedy, R, 18K, see warning)

Baby You Are (highschool!au, rich and poor, bullying, R, 31.5K)

Be careful what you wish for (a/b/o, pining, NC-17, 11K)

Beginning with You (arranged marriage!au, R, 10K)

Behind Cameras and Midnight City Lights (brake-up/make-up, ceo!au, famous!au, mpreg, R, 112K)

Beyond Category (1920′s!au, strangers to lovers, R, 46K, see warnings)

Bittersweet Revenge (royal!au, action, PG-15, 10K)

Call It Magic, When I'm With You (hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers, PG, 107K)

can you tell me how to love? (cafe!au, strangers to lovers, PG, 7K)

Catch My Breath (female!Baekhyun, highschool!au, PG, 6K)

Chanbaek Anime Adaptation (fantasy, humor, PG-15, 9K)

Cover Your Tracks (dystopia!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, R, 15K, see warnings)

Cross Your Heart and Hope To Die (mafia!au, substance abuse, R, 23K, see warnings)

Dark Pines (dark fantasy, mild horror, R, 50K)

Day After Day (fantasy, royal!au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, PG-15, 30K, MUST see warnings, WARNING FOR DUB-CON)

deus est mortuus. (apocalypse!au, NC-17, 15K)

Diamonds are a boy's best friend (criminal!au, romantic comedy, PG-15, 16K)

draw you in like gravity (royal!au, alien!au, arranged marriage, mpreg, R, 6K)

Eden 61 (angel and demon!au, reincarnation!au, fantasy, PG-15, 35K)

Edge of Desire (hybrid!au, R, 18.6K)

Everyone Loves Byun Baekhyun (idol!au, gym!au, NC-17, 18K)

Fault Lines (mpreg, angst, past relationship, PG-15, 11K)

firelight (powers!au, fantasy, NC-17, 13K, see warnings)

Flick (hybrid!au, fluff, R, 25K)

forever with you is a delight (lost connections, fluff, comedy, R, 29K)

For Life (family!au, domestic, R, 17K)

Good feels bad, bad feels good (assassin!au, enemies to lovers, R, 65K, MUST see warnings)

Heartbeats: Byun Baekhyun's Journey To Love (highschool!au, fluff, PG, 16K)

he talks like rain (soulmate!au, chef!au, violinist!au NC-17, 49K, see warnings)

His prize fighter (pjo!au, 80s!au, PG-15, 22K)

how not to become icarus (famous!au, no strings attached, romance, NC-17, 85K)

I dream of gardens in the desert sand (post-apocalypse!au, fantasy, R, 30K, see warnings)

If you ever come back (cafe!au, fluff, PG, 12K)

I'm Gonna Be Alright (If I Believe In You) (alternate worlds!au, modern fantasy, friends to lovers, R, 61.5K)

Inlustris (star wars!au, action, humor, R, 35K)

In the devil’s arms (demon!au, fantasy, NC-17, 46K, MUST see warnings)

It's You. (a/b/o, mutual pining, beta-omega relationship, NC-17, 46K)

I've missed you, Psycho (hacker!au, PG-15, 10K)

I wanna feel a different kind of tension (a/b/o, office!au, ceo!au, fashion, NC-17, 22K, see warnings)

Just Give Me a Reason (infidelity, married!Chanyeol, love/hate, R, 28K)

Just Go With It (strangers to lovers, comedy, meet at wedding!au, PG-15, 22K)

La douleur exquise (historical, royal!au, age gap, unrequited love, angst, NC-17, 33K)

Last Words of a Shooting Star (dystopia, prostitution, NC-17, 60 K, MUST see warnings)

Laws of Me and You (famous!au, law of the jungle!au, fluff, PG, 10K)

Lemon Trees (slice of life, NC-17, 33K, MUST see warnings)

Letting you know that I know (cam-boy!au, shop!au, NC-17, 14K)

Locked Out of Heaven (a/b/o, fantasy creatures, R, 17K)

Long Winter Days (fluff, PG-15, 6K)

Love is Not Blind (disability!au, fluff, PG, 5.6K)

Make It with You (mpreg, artificial insemination!au, fluff, R, 18K)

Miracles Are Made of Failures (mperg, PG, 6K, see warnings)

Notice Me, Mr. Loey (famous!au, fluff, comedy, R, 27K)

No More I Love You's (Until I'm Ok) (famous!au, humor, NC-17, 13.5K)

O' City Lights (superhero!au, R, 13K)

Once Upon A Moonless Dream (soulmate!au, fantasy, PG, 52K, MUST see warnings)

Open Your Heart To Me (romantic comedy, NC-17, 6K)

Our Little Secret (college!au, sugar daddy!au, age gap, NC-17, 16K, see warnings)

Pain and Pleasure Rewind (mutual pining, BDSM, NC-17, 28.5K, MUST see warnings, WARNING FOR DUB-CON)

permafrost (slice of life, romance, angst, PG-15, 8K)

Pink Camellias (I Longed for You) (soulmate!au, detective!au, angst, gore and violence, NC-17, 34K, MUST see warnings)

Play Like A Champion (college!au, love hate, R, 30K, MUST see warnings)

Project EXODEUX (scientist!au, fantasy, enemies to lovers, R, 40K)

Recipe for Love (family!au, parent!au, slow burn, PG-15, 42K)

Reclamation (angst, PG-15, 12K, MUST see warnings)

Remember Me (Under the Sun) (soulmate!au, slow burn, PG-15, 34K)

Renegade (cyberpunk!au, NC-17, 43K)

Repairs (fantasy, cupid!au, comedy, NC-17, 40K)

Righteous Path Be Damned (historical fantasy, NC-17, 107K, see warnings)

Right Where You Are (highschool!au, bullying, enemies to lovers, pining, R, 54K, see warnings)

Salt and the Sea (disability, angst, slice of life, NC-17, 41.4K, see warnings)

Sexperimentally Yours (in the name of science) (scientists!au, NC-17, 12K, see warnings)

Sigil (fantasy, witch!au, enemies to lovers, mystery, NC-17, 173K)

Sing With Me (long distance relationship, fluff, angst, R, 7K)

Sol Omnibus Lucet (The Sun Shines on Everyone) (friends to lovers, fantasy, hp!au-inspired, R, 121K)

Stay with Me, Sweetheart (famous!au, love/hate, R, 22.5K)

Steps to 'I Love You' (fluff, businessman!au, baker!au, PG, 5K)

Swashbuckle (small town!au, fantasy, pirates!au action, enemies to lovers, R, 40K)

Sweeter than Sugar (strangers to lovers, pining, PG, 10K)

Sweet Wild 18 (Fate Allowed Us) (college!au, R, 13K)

Taming Chanyeol (dog hybrids!au, enemies to lovers, NC-17, 19K, see warnings)

tears of a star (supernatural, angst, R, 7.5K, MUST see warning)

Tender Love, Chicken Tender (rich!au, farm!au, PG-15, 10K)

the definition of everything (soulmates!au, friends to enemies, humor, R, 42.5K, see warnings)

The dream that brought us together (soulamate!au, PG-15, 5.4K)

the long way round (friends to lovers, slowburn, mutual pining, angst with happy ending, R, 84K, see warnings)

The other half (greek mythology, soulmate!au, song of achilles!au, college!au, reincarnation!au, NC-17, 11 K)

Their Another Lifetime (soulmates!au, reincarnation!au, historical!au, NC-17, 25K, see warnings)

The Security Guard and the Idol (famous!au, secret relationship, PG, 7K)

The Stages of Change (family!au, mental illness, past abuse, angst, NC-17, 22K, MUST see warnings, WARNING FOR DUB-CON)

The Universe of Us (hybrid!au, office!au, R, 23K)

Through the dusk (a/b/o, mpreg, angst, NC-17, 14K, see warnings) 

To the boy with cute (spam) text messages (college!au, love at first sight, comedy, PG-15, 17K)

two of cups (friends to lovers, PG-15, 6.8K)

We Can be Us (Just For One Day) (space!au, bounty-hunter!au, hurt/comfort, NC-17, 11K, see warnings)

What You Mean (mafia!au, sex work, violence, angst, NC-17, 74K, MUST see warnings)

What Happened to Our Letters? (high school!au, PG, 6.7K)

What's The Weather Like, Petit Chou? (rich and poor!au, CEO!au, angst, PG-15, 16K, see warnings)

What You Mean (mafia!au, sex work, age gap, NC-17, 74K, MUST see warnings)

When I come home to you (make up/break up, slice of life, R, 25K, see warnings)

Where the Lilacs Bloomed (high school!au, teacher!au, R, 21K)

Winter's Son  (royal!au, fantasy, arranged marriage, hurt comfort, slow burn, R, 49K, see warnings)

With Love, the Man on the Moon (long distance, pining, PG, 2.8K)

would you stay with me (like we're meant to be) (soulmates!au, R, 10K)

Yellow Chrysanthemums, Old Swing Sets and You (hanahaki disease!au, pining, R, 15K, see warnings)

#BAE2020 GUESS WHO PARTY

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Enjoy!

[strawbvrrylipstick-archive]

i was fixing my tags and while going through all the posts, i’ve noticed a bunch of my muses that had like less than five text posts in their tags. so, below the cut you’ll find a rather large list of my muses with some brief info included about them. i want to write some starters for them and get some threads going, so please comment on this post with any muses you’d be interested in getting a starter from. there’s really no limit. 

alexander beckett / outcast prince / pansexual / fc: will tudor 

frances ‘baby’ houseman / canon divergent baby from dirty dancing / bisexual / fc: zoey deutch 

connor beckett / heir of his father’s company who is kind of an alcoholic / bisexual / fc: armie hammer

florence beckett / princess & aspiring ballet dancer / bisexual / fc: liana liberato 

jarrod beckett / prince & broadway actor / homosexual / fc: axel auriant 

lawrence cohen / based on chunk from the goonies / pansexual / fc: ansel elgort

marnie piper / canon divergent marnie from halloweentown / pansexual / fc: lana condor

mike wheeler / older mike from stranger things / bisexual / fc: timothee chalamet

milly michaelson / innocent daydreamer / pansexual / fc: natalia dyer

tiffany beckett / queen with a heart of ice / bisexual / fc: emilia clarke 

violet sanford / works as a bartender - living a double life / bisexual / fc: danielle rose russell

wesley james / college student by day - call boy by night / heterosexual / fc: michael b. jordan 

augustus waters / canon divergent gus from tfios / pansexual / fc: ansel elgort

jamila el dine / conspiracy blogger and researcher / pansexual / fc: jade thirlwall 

john torres / warlock cursed with nine lives / pansexual / fc: diego tinoco

lamont warrick / scam artist who owns a curio shop / pansexual / fc: keith powers

nancy drew / amateur dectective / pansexual / fc: kat mcnamara

nigel mookerjee / historian / heterosexual / fc: dev patel 

luna santoro / fashion designer / bisexual / fc: sofia carson 

star rhee / works at a planetarium & super down to earth / homosexual / fc: laura harrier

thomas blake / charming demon / homosexual / fc: daniel sharman 

yumi shimizu / works at a bento box stand / bisexual / fc: sana minatozaki 

blaine o’callaghan / drug dealer turned kingsman agent / pansexual / fc: lee taeyong

cady heron / canon divergent cady from mean girls / bisexual / fc: maia mitchell 

chandler yoo / maid and nanny - based on cinderella / pansexual / fc: yoon jeonghan

elton grady / kingsman agent with sociopathic tendencies / bisexual / fc: jamie dornan

jackie kelly / struggling artist with wanderlust / homosexual / fc: anna kendrick 

jeremy heere / awkward nobody who wants to be popular / bisexual / fc: timothee chalamet

reese george / cisbent regina george from mean girls / bisexual / fc: park jimin 

vivian edwards / head of the kingsman agency / bisexual / fc: daisy ridley

amber kang / med student and prodigy / pansexual / fc: jeon heejin 

blue o’sullivan / well known lgbt*a activist / pansexual / fc: saoirse ronan 

cheri kim / shallow aspiring model / pansexual / fc: ha sooyoung

emerald greenblatt / environmental activist who owns her own 0 waste clothing company / pansexual / fc: hailee steinfeld 

fitz bennett / head of his own social networking company & single father / pansexual / fc: henry golding 

geoff princeton / star baseball player / heterosexual / fc: chance perdomo 

lila hernandez / nanny who wants to be a novelist / pansexual / fc: selena gomez

olly turner / youtuber who runs a channel similar to shane dawson featuring conspiracy theories, etc. / bisexual / fc: calum hood 

onyx wright / lead singer of a band & apathetic asshole / pansexual / fc: alex fitzalan 

perrie huang / embodiment of sunshine who works at a daycare / bisexual / fc: viian wong 

pippa jamil / food network star / homosexual / fc: jameela jamil 

silvia martinez / high end escort & daddy’s girl / pansexual / fc: bruna marquezine

tinsley bell / works at disneyland as the face character of tinkerbell & super confident / pansexual / fc: hunter schafer

violet zhang / works at hot topic & ur hot goth gf / pansexual / fc: natasha liu bordizzo

wyatt parker / everyone thinks he’s this playboy heir to his father’s company but he’s a soft boi / bisexual / fc: xavier serrano 

theo decker / canon theo from the goldfinch / bisexual / fc: ansel elgort

ajay ghale / drug dealer / homosexual / fc: park chanyeol 

alex yoon / film student who likes working on independent projects - super needy / homosexual / fc: felix lee 

anya romanov / canon divergent anastasia / heterosexual / fc: abigail cowen

april williams / aspiring model who works at lush / pansexual / fc: maggie lindemann

autumn rossi / a witch who owns a bookstore / pansexual / fc: kiernan shipka

brett utonium / gang member / pansexual / fc: jordan connor 

bryan utonium / sugar baby / bisexual with a preference for females / feminine aligned individuals / fc: lucas wong

grainger / club owner & single father / bisexual with a female lean / fc: tom ellis 

park jinhwan / dancer & ulzzang / pansexual / fc: park seonghwa 

na jisoo / dancer & personal stylist / homosexual / fc: kim chungha 

johnny kim / ex-dancer and now solo artist / homosexual / fc: park junhee 

na jonghyun / dancer who owns his own studio / bisexual / fc: han jisung 

maddy perez / canon maddy from euphoria / pansexual / fc: alexa demie 

luke hemmings / fictional portrayal 

meg murry / student who picks too many fights / pansexual / fc: vanessa morgan 

miranda priestly / intern at a fashion magazine & aspiring designer / pansexual / fc: barbara palvin 

peter pan / canon divergent portrayal / pansexual / fc: kj apa 

ponyboy curtis / from the outsiders / aspiring writer / bisexual / fc: harry styles

summer somchai / works at an aquarium & surfer / pansexual / fc: lalisa manoban 

winnie santos / ice skater & instructor / bisexual / fc: camila mendes

ellie cullen / hybrid cutiepie - vampire & human / pansexual / fc: kathryn newton 

lana jackson / burlesque dancer / pansexual / fc: indya moore

valeria sousa / camgirl & cosplayer / pansexual / fc: barbie ferreira

stacy harrington / cousin to steve harrington & works at scoops ahoy / homosexual / fc: diana silvers 

freyja whelan / deaf education major / bisexual / fc: florence pugh

edythe cullen / edythe from life and death / bisexual / fc: josephine langford

[hyunchanee-exo]

Total Fucking Darkness

A fanfic written by hyunchanee_exo for the Baecon and Eggs Fanfic Fest

Summary: Chanyeol is a freak who tends to burn stuff and Baekhyun is a hot guy with a bewitching secret.

Tags: Witches, Demons, Fantasy, Action, Magic, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut, Slight Violence (Please check the whole tags before reading)

Word Count: 55,282

This is a little background file about the fanfic and will contain spoilers so only keep on reading if you have finished the fic.

archiveofourown.org/works/19114765

The Writing Process

I have always wanted to write something about witches after I watched Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I vaguely remembered this prompt back when I was claiming my prompt for Will of the Stars (2018) so when the 2019 round opened, I quickly came for this prompt. I feel a bit sorry for the prompter because I turned their idea into this monstrosity but they haven’t reached out to me yet so I’m still hoping they aren’t that disappointed.

Despite being inspired from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, it has absolutely no relation to it at all aside from the fact that it’s all about witches and I incorporated the popular witch trio element into this fic. It is completely something original, especially with my trademark of putting stars and constellations into the lore.

The whole fic has the touch of darkness that you can hear in bury a friend by Billie Eilish.

Also, here is a playlist of all the songs I listened to while writing this.

I developed the plot around November of 2018 but I never got around to really writing it seriously until March because school has been hectic and I’m just graduating from senior highschool. The plot is actually really bland at first. Chanyeol was supposed to only forget Baekhyun, gets rescued from Sungyeol and he is trained until Sungyeol rises. All the ideas from Rena pretending to be his girlfriend, the lore, the little twists throughout with the witch hunters, Chanyeol’s mom and Baekhyun’s ultimate death were not developed until May, a week before I turned the fic in. I’m the master of working under pressure lol.

I had so many people beta read this thing. I’m so grateful especially to Ate Mimi and Ate Lan for being patient with me haha.

Original title of this fic was supposed to be House of Draco but it’s too formal ahahaha.

I’m so proud of this work.

Witch Culture

They worship the stars.

The Roselake Coven collectively lives in a base hidden from human sight called the Roselake Fortress.

The Roselake Institution of Obscure Magic and Cosmic Witchcraft stands in front of the fortress.

Witches all have the standard ability to control magic, but they can also develop secondary abilities.

The witches live an egalitarian society where no matter what you are as long as you are against the darkness and you are with the stars, you are as equal as anybody else.

Technology is banned because it is useless anyway in a place brimming with magic.

Fashion includes anything black.

Witches love jewelry of any kind.

Dark, dramatic make-up is a staple.

Powers

The witches in this fic all have powers inspired from Polaris of the Gifted.

“All of a sudden, Chanyeol brings his arms sharply down in front of his chest, hands curled into fists. A ring of beautiful blue fire bursts out from within his body, setting the people in black on fire. Their shrieks echo into the night as they try to collect their wits and extinguish the flames, which Chanyeol takes as his cue to run the fuck out of there.”

Chanyeol using his powers in this scene kinda looks like this:

The Houses

This is only a list of all the mentioned houses throughout the fic. It doesn’t mean that these are the only ones that exist. There are actually more.

House Draco, the Dragon - blessed with the ability to control the Abysmal Fires and high aptitude for Offensive Magic

House Aquila, the Eagle - blessed with strong affinity for magic of any kind and the ability to effectively fight off the darkness

House Vulpecula, the Fox - blessed with cunningness and high aptitude for Influential Magic

House Cassiopeia, the Queen - blessed with natural born leadership and high aptitude for Affliction Magic

House Orion, the Hunter - blessed with sensitivity to magic and has sharp senses

House Corvus, the Crow - blessed with high aptitude for Dark Magic

House Leo, the Lion - blessed with the natural ability to heighten physical strength and have high capability in tolerating various kinds of magic

House Pyxis, the Compass - blessed with high aptitude in teleportation of any kind

House Circinus, the Dividing Compass - blessed with the natural ability to locate any person, place or object obscured from sight

Colors of the magical energy harnessed by witches depends on the house that they belong in, although that still depends. For example, a witch might have blue magical energy, hinting their House Draco bloodline, but the witch might be absorbed in other houses because of circumstances.

The Characters

This is Chanyeol, an ascendant of House Draco. He grew up as a mortal, which is why it was hard for him to adjust with witch life, especially after all the trouble he had to go through before becoming an official witch. He always felt lost and confused, but he did his best especially with Baekhyun guiding him so he became more powerful and capable through will and determination.

Here is Baekhyun of House Aquila, a prodigy among the youth in the coven. He's selfless and prioritizes the safety of the ones he love. He understands the principle of sacrifices and will choose the shortest end of the stick. He's charismatic yet cute at the same time.

The Oh Family featuring Krystal from f(x) with Sehun and Nayoung from Pristin, the only living ascendants of House Vulpecula in the Roselake Coven. They have been excommunicated from the Roselake Coven simply because they are directly related to Sungyeol. Despite this, they wholeheartedly helped Chanyeol, showing their loyalty to family as long as they are in the right.

Kahi as the High Priestess with Kyulkyung, Rena and Roa as the Pride Sisters, ascendants of House Cassiopeia. They appear cruel and antagonistic, but that is only because they are fierce and strict when it comes to the safety of the coven.

ITZY as Baekhyun's half-sisters, ascendants of House Aquila. Even if Baekhyun feels a bit distant from them because they aren’t blood-related and he constantly has the need to take up the responsibility of keeping witches safe from their upcoming doom, they look up to him as an admirable older brother.

Kai of House Corvus and Kyungsoo from House Orion a.k.a fluffy boyfriends who are close friends with Baekhyun. Kyungsoo is quite bubbly, naive and maybe a bit airheaded at times, but he is smart and very powerful. Jongin is the exact opposite of him and because of their match, they come in a set.

The Roselake Institution of Obscure Magic and Cosmic Witchcraft Council Leader Yixing of House Leo with council members Jongdae of House Pyxis and Minseok of House Circinus. They are always busy because aside from keeping the student witches in check, they have to cooperate with the higher authorities to keep the peace.

These are star-crossed lovers Witch Sehun and Witch Hunter Junmyeon. The witch hunters in the fic were dormant and had not been trained to be one only making them legacies rather than actual hunters, but the demons manipulated them in order to capture the witches.

So far, that is all. If you have any more questions, feel free to hit me up on Twitter or shoot me an ask here!