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thearmyprof · 2 years ago

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Waiting for Sunflowers to Bloom Ch. 4

Rating: M

Pairing: Jin/Jungkook

Word count: ~17k (ch. 4: 3,014)

Chapter: 4/5

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!AU, Fantasy, Fairy Tale

Warnings: No major warnings, see tags below for more details

Prince Jungkook was foretold to have a prosperous and fulfilling life, as long as he weathered the storms on the horizon first. Luckily, he has his trusted companion and best friend, Seokjin, and a wood full of fae folk to help him. A bedtime story about a kind-hearted prince that defeats evil, heals his people, and finds love along the way.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44570485

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Minor Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Fairy Tale with a Twist, Fairy tale remix, Nymph Kim Namjoon | RM, Dragon Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Leprechaun Min Yoongi | Suga, Pixie Park Jimin (BTS), Changeling Kim Taehyung | V, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, minor character death

CHAPTER FOUR.

Before the chill of winter is even a whisper in the air, news of peace trills through the forest. For the fae, this news does not bring much in the way of adulation as their young charge still lies sleeping in his room. The others of the house had kept up their responsibilities as best they could as the summer burnt into autumn, but they found it harder and harder to stray from the house. When the first real frost finally sparkles on the grass outside their window, they decide they can finally turn in for the season.

With the news of peace, the world insulating the cottage also seems to decide it is time to take a rest along with the companions dwelling inside. Hobi decides to hibernate with Jungkook rather than retreat to his normal quarters. He curls up on one side of the bed, keeping his princeling warm as the snow drifts outside.

For the rest of the winter, the others feel they live as ghosts. They move from room to room, sitting with Jungkook and Hobi, reading and researching in Namjoon’s library, or curling up together in comfort by the fire. None of them say out loud, but each holds the fervent wish that when Hobi wakes for spring, Jungkook will wake with him.

Jungkook does not wake with the coming of spring. When Hobi wakes, he is inconsolable for weeks, wishing he can trade fates with the little princeling. Alas, no matter how any of the fae will it, waking Jungkook seems to be not within their power. But they each vow quietly to themselves that they will not give up trying until their dying breath or until the princeling is in the waking world again.

Instead, spring brings about new tidings from the human lands. Just before the cusp of summer, when Namjoon decides to tend to the sunflower field, to make sure it will bloom just as Jungkook wished it, a bird brings news of travelers.

“You couldn’t get names or more information on where they are headed?” Jimin asks anxiously.

Taehyung asks, “What if they are in search of the princeling?”

“No, Jimin-ah, I could get no more than there is a party of men traveling this direction. An army of men. No word on whose army. Most likely they are going to the border in the North,” Namjoon says. “I doubt anyone still believes our little princeling is even still alive, Tae-yah. He’s been living with us here for going on three years now.”

“Has it really been that long?” Yoongi asks. He was not actually paying much attention to the conversation, preferring to brood by the unlit fireplace.

“This autumn will bring his twentieth birthday, hyung,” Namjoon says softly.

Yoongi grunts in response.

“Oh, it would be so wonderful if we could celebrate it with him,” Jimin says wistfully.

Everyone else in the room nod solemnly.

A month before Jungkook’s twentieth birthday, a flock of twittering birds come barreling through the forest to the cottage window. The other fae watch as Namjoon pales while listening to the news.

“What is it, hyung? Please, tell us quickly,” Jimin says.

Namjoon takes a deep breath before saying, “They say the army has made camp not too many days from here.”

“Should we be alarmed?” Yoongi asks.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon says, shaking his head. “They are saying the leader of the army is a general named Kim Seokjin.”

Both Jimin and Taehyung gasp in unison.

“We must get him here, quickly,” Hobi says, standing as he speaks.

“Can we trust him? It has been many years since our little princeling last saw him. And he leads an army now,” Yoongi cautions.

“He will want to know what’s become of his friend, hyung,” Hobi says. Jimin and Taehyung both wrap protective arms around him before tears spring to his eyes.

“I think, hyung,” Namjoon says to Yoongi, “that maybe we want to hear his story. Maybe he can help us.”

Jungkook knows something isn’t right. He knows he is dreaming. Dreaming is not the problem. The problem is, while he has no concept of time, he still feels like he has been dreaming forever. Perhaps he has. Maybe the other time, whatever that was, was the dream.

There seem to be endless moments where he is floating in the darkness. He thinks maybe he was afraid of the darkness before. But what is before? At any rate, now he is at peace with his floating in the void. He doesn’t have to think of anything or anyone.

Anyone.

Who is there to think of anyway?

“They’ve been gone a fortnight already, hyung, they should have been back by now,” a voice rings out in the darkness. A worried voice. Something in Jungkook stirs at a memory of the voice, but does not connect to anything.

Another voice says, “They should be back soon. Perhaps they ran into trouble with the army. Perhaps the general couldn’t get away right away.”

Jungkook is running along a path in the forest floor. Rabbits and deer run along with him, all of them leaping and bounding through the underbrush. He does not know how long they run. He never tires, never loses his breath.

They come to a creek, running with clear water. Another stir of a memory forgotten runs through him. He looks around for other clues. In the distance, through the trees, he can see smoke rising from a stone chimney.

Home.

What is home?

“We came as quickly as we could. There was fighting along the border. Apparently some troops hadn’t received orders to stand down,” another voice speaks while Jungkook is floating in his comforting darkness.

“No matter, you are here now,” a deeper voice says. Jungkook feels a twitch in what would be his hand, if he has such a thing in this void, as if he wants to reach out.

“Oh, my prince, my prince,” a warm voice, much closer, says. “What has happened to you? I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Jungkook feels the twitch in his would-be-hand again. He wants to reach out and pull the poor soul to him. Show him how wonderful it feels to be in nothingness.

“We think he was poisoned or cursed into this state,” the deeper voice says. “Someone seemed quite hellbent on destroying his life. Luckily, the protective charms we placed on him helped to dampen the life-stealing effects. Although, our attempts to wake him have been in vain.”

There is a sobbing noise. Someone is sad, Jungkook thinks.

The snow is falling heavily as Jungkook looks out a stone framed window. He is in a large bed draped in red trimmings and bedding. He looks around for some clue as to what he was meant to be doing. Nothing obvious leaps to mind.

The room is sparsely decorated, only containing some furniture fit for a bedroom. The door to the room is shut. Something moves out of the corner of Jungkook’s eye and he sees a blur of grey flash before it disappears under the bed.

Jungkook moves off the bed in curiosity. He kneels down on the floor, lifting the bedding that hangs in the way, and squints into the darkness.

A rabbit, grey and blue, hops towards him, equally curious. The rabbit's nose twitches as it gets closer. Eventually their noses touch. Jungkook only has a moment to relish the softness before a loud bang sounds at the window.

Jungkook sits up to see the window has been thrown open, perhaps by the icy blasts of wind. The prince scrambles to get up to shut it again before too much snow drifts inside. He pauses when he sees a man standing out in the snow. He is dressed as a huntsman, all in leather, with a bow.

Jungkook narrows his eyes as the snow blows into his face and he tries to make out the face of the man. As he does, the man lifts a hunting bow deftly with his hands, aiming it straight at Jungkook.

Jungkook hears the whistle of the arrow on the wind as it makes its way towards him.

“From what I gathered, the Queen was jealous of the Prince from the beginning. She never did produce an heir of her own. I think the late King did not even share her chamber,” the warm voice says. Jungkook can almost feel the pressure of the warmth where his hand might be if not for this eternal darkness.

“Late King? So he is certainly dead then,” a voice that sounds like bells says.

“Ah, yes, illness, so they say,” the warm voice says. “Although, I have my own beliefs about what happened.”

“You think the Queen is responsible,” the deeper voice says.

“Yes. She is the one who sent me to end the Prince’s life. I snuck him out of the castle with the intention of sending him across the border. He seems to have found you instead,” the warm voice says. There is a wetness to the sound. “I meant to come find him when I heard no word of his reaching his destination. However, I had to keep up the ruse for the Queen, so she would think I had completed my task.”

“You seem to have not been wholly successful if these repeated poisoning attempts are anything to go by,” the deeper voice says.

A sob. The warm voice says, “Clearly. I think the Queen was toying with me. Knowing the truth, but letting me believe I had at least done this one thing right. I should have known from her obsession. She kept bringing him up. Almost like she wanted to make sure I knew she was still interested. That I couldn’t let my guard down. That I needed to keep obeying her orders to keep him safe. She made me a general. I led her troops into war against her own family. Only this past year, after peace was declared, did she seem free of her obsession. Now I understand it is because she feels she succeeded in her task.”

“You are not at fault and our little princeling is fighting, I am sure of it,” the bell-like voice says.

Jungkook doesn’t know who they are talking about, even as the sound of “little princeling” vibrates in his soul. He doesn’t know who these voices are, even if they feel familiar. His heart does ache for them though, whoever they may be.

Jungkook is standing in an endless field of sunflowers. He brushes his hand along the yellow petals.

A pang of longing aches in his chest.

Sunflowers.

Is there something he is forgetting?

He shakes his head at the feeling. He walks through the field, admiring the endless yellow, basking in the warmth of the sun beaming down. As he turns and looks around, he sees a man some distance from him.

The man waves to him.

“My Prince!” the man shouts. His voice sounds much further away than the man appears.

Jungkook looks around him, searching for who this prince might be the man is calling to. There is no one else in the field.

When he looks back to the man, somehow he is much further away. Did Jungkook move or did the man?

The man’s waves seem more urgent now.

Jungkook doesn’t move to return the greeting.

The man shouts again, “Remember!”

The darkness is like a soothing blanket. Jungkook wonders if the voices he had heard before were memories or others also in this void. Or maybe they were dreams. He decides not to worry about it and lets himself drift. Is this what it is like to have a dreamless sleep? Or is this the dream? How long has he been here?

Was there something he was supposed to remember?

Seokjin. He remembers Seokjin hyung. Where is he? Why is he not here with him?

The darkness suddenly feels suffocating. How can this be of comfort when Seokjin hyung is not here with him?

Where is he?

Light filters behind his eyes as Jungkook feels the warm press of something, slightly damp, slightly salty, on his lips. Jungkook feels heavy. So heavy. He realizes it is because he can feel his body, all of it, and it is weighed down by blankets, back pressed into a mattress.

“Rest now, my Prince,” a familiar warm voice says in his ear. “You do not need to fight anymore. I am here. You can rest now.”

Warm splashes fall on his cheeks, which he thinks might be tears, he’s not sure. His still-sleepy mind is desperately trying to recollect, to put the pieces together into something coherent.

“Did he just flinch?” a deeper voice whispers from further away.

He hears the gasp, multiple gasps, as he slowly tries to open his eyes. The room is very bright. And yellow. His brow furrows. So much yellow. He squints.

Before he can take in the room, however, he sees the face of the man sitting over him, leaning over his face.

“Hyung?” he tries to say, although his voice is very hoarse, almost inaudible.

The man shushes him, tears streaming down his face. He says, “It’s alright, my Prince. I- I don’t understand it, but it’s alright. You’re awake.”

There is a groan from someone behind Seokjin. Jungkook remembers then, the dear fae that had taken him in, his friends.

“The kiss. The tears. I’m sure the combination of the two broke the curse,” the deeper voice, which Jungkook recognizes as Yoongi says.

“Ah, why didn’t we think of that,” Namjoon replies, voice choked.

Jungkook tries to push himself up on his elbows to see his friends, but his arms are weak and too heavy to move.

“I don’t understand,” Seokjin says as he puts an army around the prince to help him sit up against the headboard.

“Love,” Jimin supplies.

Jungkook locks eyes with Seokjin then. He can see in his hyung’s eyes the truth surely mirrored in his own. Yes, love. He woke up to come back to his love.

As the curse left his body, Jungkook found himself gaining strength quickly. He had worried that the prolonged sleep would be detrimental to his body, but by some twist the curse seems to have preserved his state, so he felt more like he’d only had an extra long lie-in this morning, rather than a full year’s slumber.

Everyone in the house seems unable to stay away from Jungkook while he recovers. He finds he is never alone—awake or asleep. All the elders are there to help him as he takes his first tentative steps and to wrap him warmly in blankets when he tires. Both Yoongi and Seokjin seem to compete for who will feed him the most. Jungkook appreciates being showered in affection.

Slowly, the fae and general catch Jungkook up on the tidings of the woods and the kingdom. He realizes much of what he had heard during his “dreams” were actually his hyungs talking. The fae seem surprised to learn that Jungkook could actually hear them while he was sleeping. Namjoon conjectures that their counter-spells and protections may have weakened the curse to the point where Jungkook was hovering in the dark limbo state.

Jungkook assures them that he was never in pain and was, in fact, comfortable much of the time. His sleep certainly didn’t feel like it had been a year and much of the memories of his time floating in the darkness compress and fade into the oblivion many dreams go to. Still, all of his companions are found tearing up as Jungkook recounts his own memories of events.

In a few days’ time, the fae deem Jungkook strong enough to go outside. There his breath catches as he sees his field of sunflowers, fully in bloom.

“There seems to be more than I thought I planted,” Jungkook says.

“We may have planted more to enlarge your field from last year, little princeling,” Hobi says with a smile.

Jungkook just nods, overwhelmed by the sight.

“Why sunflowers though?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook, who is standing next to Seokjin, turns his head to look at his dearest hyung. Seokjin returns the look with an eyebrow raised.

“When I was young, my tutor taught me the meaning of many flowers,” Jungkook says, still looking at Seokjin. “Later, when that same man was sent away from me by a jealous step-mother, he left me this token.”

Jungkook pulls the soft, worn parchment from his tunic pocket. The sunflower drawing is faded into almost obscurity. One almost can’t make out the writing that says, “remember.”

“The meaning of sunflowers is loyalty, longevity, and adoration,” Jungkook whispers as his fingers trace the faded ink.

There’s a slight cough, someone faintly clears their throat, but Jungkook doesn’t stir. He also doesn’t notice as all the fae walk past him and out into the field, out of earshot.

“You came back for me, hyung. I was waiting for you,” Jungkook continues at a whisper.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my Prince,” Seokjin whispers back.

Jungkook pulls his lips together in a tight line and shakes his head rapidly. He says, “You came. That’s all that matters.”

A single tear tracks down his hyung’s cheek.

“No more sadness,” Jungkook says. He reaches and cups the elder’s face with his palm. He uses his thumb to gently wipe away the tear.

Then he steps forward and places a chaste kiss on the elder’s lips. He can feel the tension leave the other’s body and the sigh on his lips.

When he pulls back, he sees the small smile on Seokjin’s lips and the flush in his cheeks.

“I- I’m not sure I have earned this right, your highness,” he says.

“You have and you shall be the only one,” Jungkook returns his smile.

As the sun begins to set over the trees and the fae wander among the bright yellow sunflowers, the prince and his hyung hold hands as they watch the scene unfold.

Chapter 3

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namjoontunes · 4 years ago

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Lost and Found, Chapter Twelve

BTS Members x Reader

Genre: Fantasy AU, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Notes: This arc was really only supposed to be one chapter XD I guess it’s kind of gotten away from me... but I hope you enjoy!

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"Hyung, do you know why Jimin won't stop pacing around the living room? It's driving me crazy." Jungkook stood in the doorway to Jin's room, giving an annoyed gesture down the hallway where Jimin was still pacing.

Jin sighed, putting his book aside. "Tae and Y/n went out somewhere and didn't tell Jimin where they were going, and Tae didn't charge his phone again so it's been very distressing for him."

"Oh…" Jungkook responded, his brow furrowing. "Are they like, on a date?"

"I don't know, and honestly I'm trying not to think about it," Jin replied.

Suddenly Jimin appeared behind Jungkook. "A picnic basket!!!" He shouted, drawing confused stares from the other two.

"I helped Tae enchant a picnic basket, he must be on a picnic with Y/n!" Jimin explained.

"Oh, good," Jin said. "Now that you know what they're doing, maybe I can get back to my book and you can stop talking to me about what they might be up t-"

"But it's way after noon they should be back by now!" Jimin interrupted, his anxiety clearly not eased by his realization. "They could be lost, or hurt, or in danger, or-"

"Or they could be just enjoying their time together or something," Jin added, with an exasperated look at Jimin. "Like I said, I'm trying really hard to mind my own business, maybe you could do the same."

"Or," Jungkook began, and Jin rolled his eyes. "Maybe they ARE hurt, so we should go into the woods and look for them right now, before they get any closer. To the danger."

"I feel like you guys aren't listening to anything I say."

"I think Jungkook has a point," Jimin persisted, "We should go looking for them before anything else happens to them, Jungkook can get a bird's eye view and I can search from the ground."

"Even if I said not to you guys clearly wouldn't listen, so just make sure your phones are actually charged!" Jin advised, but the two were already halfway down the hallway. He sighed, picking his book back up as he desperately tried to shake the images of Tae and Y/n on a date out of his head.

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When Tae opened his eyes again, the sun had moved significantly in the sky. Y/n was still asleep in his arms, if her soft snores were any indication. He spent a few minutes just admiring her as she slept before deciding to wake her.

"Hey… Y/n… we should get up," he whispered softly. She mumbled something incoherent and clung tighter to him. "Come on, I promise you can have some desserts when we get back to the house."

She peaked an eye open at him. "Promise?"

He laughed and moved a strand of hair out of her face. "I promise."

After giving themselves a few minutes to fully wake up, the two of them began packing the extra dinnerware back into the now mostly dry, and much lighter, picnic basket. They left all the ruined food behind, with the reassurance from Y/n that some animal would find themselves a nice treat with it.

As they set out back towards the house, Tae held his hand out to Y/n. She smiled, and happily interlocked their fingers. Today had been another wonderful day with someone from her new family, and she couldn't wait to see what the future had in store.

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"Dragon to fox, I repeat, dragon to fox come in."

"Jungkook, this is a phone call, not a walkie talkie. You don't have to do that."

"...I just thought it might make it more fun…" Even without seeing him, Jimin could hear the pout in Jungkook's voice.

"Fine…" Jimin sighed. "Fox to dragon, do you have eyes on the runaways?"

"Negative, fox," Jungkook replied cheerily.

"That's not good news Jungkook!" Jimin scolded.

"...right. I was just excited you were doing the thing with me."

"You're sure you don't see any sign of them?" Jimin asked again. "Or any sign of a picnic or something?"

"Still a negative, fox. The skies are clear and the ground is greener than a fresh head of lettuce."

Jimin sighed, and looked anxiously around him for any sign that the two of them had come through here. "It's gonna be getting dark soon, I think we should go back and get Yoongi and Namjoon to help us look."

"You go back, I'll keep looking over the trees for them. I still have my phone so I'll be fine," Jungkook reassured. As much as he liked using the radio talk to keep things light, there was an uneasy weight in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was anxiety or just jealousy, but either way he knew finding the others would help put him at ease.

"Alright Jungkook, I'll be back as soon as possible."

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"Um. Tae? Are you sure we're going the right way? I feel like we should've reached the house by now."

Tae slowed to a stop, looking at all the trees around him. "Huh… I guess we should've gotten there by now. I figured you would've corrected me if we were going the wrong way," he admitted sheepishly.

Y/n stopped and stared at him for a long moment, her face completely still. "Did… your village not teach you about the effects of Fae presence on anyone non-fae?" She asked cautiously.

"Fae presence?" He responded nonchalantly. "Our village was exclusively Fae-folk, so I never really learned about our effects on others…"

Y/n slumped against a tree, anxiously running her hand through her hair. "Long term exposure to Fae energy can have a number of undesired effects on any creatures not of Fae descendance." She recited. "Side effects include, but are not limited to, time loss, trouble sleeping, aversion to iron, and loss of directional senses."

"...oh." He stated, as realization set in. "No wonder it took Jimin and I so long to get out of these woods…"

"What about your phone? Do you have a map thing on there?" She asked, trying to stay hopeful.

"You're a genius!" He declared as he pulled out his phone. "Let me just open up the… black... screen… because it's not charged…"

Tae sat down next to her with a sigh. "I'm really sorry today has been such a mess. I thought a spontaneous picnic would be cute, but clearly my lack of planning is coming back to bite us in the ass…"

"It's okay Taetae, I had fun today! And in a week we'll look back at this and laugh!" She reassured, pushing down her own worries as she took his hand in hers. "I'm glad I got to spend this time with you, and I'm sure the others will come looking if we're gone for too long!"

He gave her hand a grateful squeeze. "Thanks Y/n, I'm really glad you're part of our family now. I'm gonna go fly up to try and figure out what direction we should be walking in."

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The shadows grew long as the day drew to a close, and soon enough the faint glowing from Taehyung's wings was their only source of light.

"Tae… I think we should stop for the night, we're only gonna get more lost if we keep going like this."

He slowed to a stop, scanning over the treeline once more and desperately hoping for any sign that they were going in the right direction. When his search came up empty yet again, he sighed, and let the picnic basket in his hand fall to the ground.

"I guess you're right," he agreed, disappointment clear in his voice. "I can start another fire for us? We still don't have much in the way of food though…"

"I'll go try to find some food!" Y/n volunteered, trying to stay cheerful. "And maybe we'll be as lucky as we were last time!"

She zipped off into the forest as he got to work on the fire. The darkness made scavenging difficult, and she barely managed to gather enough to sate their hunger. The two decided to sleep soon after they finished eating, and settled down on a bed of moss Taehyung had created with his magic, their arms wrapped tightly around each other to keep warm as the air began to chill.

However, even as Taehyung's breathing slowed, sleep did not come to Y/n. The last time she had slept beneath the trees, she had been bloodied, terrified, and certain she was going to die. As the memories forced themselves into her mind, each and every sound made her jump. Eventually she tired of lying in wait, and slipped out of his arms to begin anxiously patrolling around the campfire in the shape of a wolf. Every once in a while she would shift back to add more wood to the fire. She hoped the boys weren't still searching for them throughout the night, but didn't want them to pass her by on the off chance that they were still out.

The hours passed slowly, and she watched the moon inch it's way across the sky. Her anxiety eased as more time passed, and she settled down beside Taehyung once again. She wasn't keen on leaving him unguarded as he slept, but it would be a lot harder to make it back tomorrow if she didn't get at least some sleep. Doing her best to set her worries aside, she let her eyes drift shut.

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"Wait, what do you mean they're missing?"

Yoongi and Hobi had only been home from running errands for all of five minutes before Jimin's shimmering portal had deposited the boy into the middle of the living room, and he wasted no time in launching into the full explanation of what had occurred while they were gone. Jin and Namjoon were already in the living room when they had gotten home, and currently they stood silently to the side like two children waiting for their punishment. It had only been two weeks since Y/n had joined them, and under their careless watch she and another member of the household had gone missing.

"I mean they're not here and no one knows where they went and they've been gone all day so they're missing!" Jimin practically shouted. He had leaves and twigs stuck in his hair from searching in the woods, and his tail anxiously waved back and forth behind him.

Yoongi looked to Jin for confirmation. "The last time anyone saw them they were doing dishes after breakfast, and Tae's phone is dead so we don't have any way of contacting them." He informed the vampire.

"I told you that hours ago and you didn't believe me that they were missing!" Jimin accused, glaring at the eldest boy.

"I had no reason to!" Jin defended. "You told me they brought a picnic basket, so they must have been on a picnic and gotten lost or something."

"Well clearly something happened! Maybe if you had helped us look we would've found them already!" He argued back.

"ALRIGHT ENOUGH," Namjoon interrupted, placing himself between the two angry boys. "Instead of fighting amongst ourselves we should be out looking for them. Where's Jungkook?"

"He's still out searching," Jimin answered, shooting Jin one last glare. "Since the sun set he's been using his fire in the hopes that they see it in the sky."

"Okay good. Did you try following their scent?"

"Yeah but I lost it at the river…" Jimin admitted, his tail drooping.

"Alright take me to where you lost it and we'll keep looking from there. Jin, start looking in the other direction just in case they flew or used any form of travel magic. Yoongi and Hobi, meet up with Jungkook and help him with his aerial search. Everyone make sure your phones are on and charged, and let everyone know if you find anything. Ready?" The five boys nodded, determination to find their friends replacing their anxiousness. "Let's go then, between the six of us they won't be missing for much longer."

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Back in the depths of the forest, Y/n was startled awake by the sound of snapping branches. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the fire had been reduced to embers and shadows loomed on every side. Immediately she shifted back into a wolf, glaring into the darkness as she tried to figure out exactly who or what was nearby.

She sat silently for a few moments, listening closely to the sounds of the creature's movement through the trees. It couldn't have been much bigger than she was, judging by the sound of it's footsteps, but it seemed to be heading directly towards them. Y/n moved to stand protectively over Taehyung, a low growl building in her throat. She could feel herself instinctively changing her wolf shape till she was roughly the size of a bear, if not bigger. The unknown creature continued it's approach, either unbothered or unaware of her abilities, and she lifted her nose to try to catch a trace of it's scent.

Suddenly, Y/n's blood ran cold. The night air carried with it a hauntingly familiar scent, for nearly two months it had haunted her nightmares as she was hunted down time and time again. Surely this couldn't be the exact wolf that had nearly ended her life, here to finally finish the job when she had so much to lose?

Yet it was unmistakably the same. Try as she might she had not been able to shake that scent from her memories. Part of her was desperate to run off, take flight before she could be hurt again and never look back. But she knew Taehyung's helpless sleeping body lay just beneath her. She felt a surge of protectiveness run through her. These were the people who had taken her in and given her a home when no one else would. She would not let anything harm them.

As the wolf finally appeared in her line of sight, Y/n roared loud enough to shake the earth. She was even bigger now, looming over the clearing as the wolf desperately skidded to a halt. Her body had become a hybrid of different predators, with claws like a lion and bared teeth sharper than any wolf's. She growled again as the wolf cowered before her, it's much smaller frame pressed low to the ground.

She had never gotten a good look at it when it first attacked her, but now she could see clearly it's fur darker than the pits of hell and eyes almost unnaturally yellow. It inched forward with a small yip, clearly eyeing up Taehyung, and Y/n lunged for it's throat. Her jaws snapped shut on the air where the wolf had been just a heartbeat before.

Seeing it’s life flash before it’s eyes, the wolf stumbled backwards and immediately darted off into the darkness, it's tail tucked between it’s legs. Y/n stood there for what felt like years, breathing hard as her body fought to maintain the excessive shape she was in.

"Y/n!" She whipped around to see Taehyung standing behind her, staring at her with a mixture of concern and astonishment. "He's gone now Y/n, it's okay."

Like a rubber band unwinding, she suddenly shifted back to her human form. Her whole body was shaking, and she could feel tears running down her cheeks. "I- I was… I was so s-scared Taehyung I didn't- I wasn't..."

A wave of dizziness crashed over her. Her body had been pushed way past the limits of what she was capable of, and she quickly realized she was paying the price for it. She tried to focus on the shape of Taehyung in front of her, but she couldn't tell if he was walking towards her or away from her, his voice swimming in and of her ears as she desperately tried to cling to consciousness. She took a tentative step forwards, and felt her legs finally give out beneath her. The last thing she saw was an orange glow rushing up to meet her face.

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ddaenggtan · 5 years ago

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KEY

☽ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ꕤ - smut | ⛒ - dark

i’ll be updating this as I go! this will be the first place i announce the actual publishing of fics, so y’all know when to expect them officially, but i do also have a wip list for you if you’re curious about what i’m actually physically writing. every series i post will also have its own masterlist page, which is always going to be linked with the story’s blurb and in the actual post for the fic.

✧ 666 masterlist

stories that feature you, a millenia-old vampire lovingly nicknamed Medici by your friends, and the somewhat debauched and very interesting adventures you all have.

✧ monsters and gods masterlist

a series of oneshots, each centering around the greek gods and legends. learn the truth behind the myths, and see how some of these deities and creatures of old navigate the modern world.

✧ lay me gently | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ | 12.9k | monsters and gods pt 2 | 9.7.2019

there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what zeus and hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like seokjin.

✧ 666 butterfly kisses (666verse) | vamp!reader, fae!jin | ꕤ | 4.7k | 6.10.2019

✧ birthday candles | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin | 4kish | 11.11.2019

you’re a vampire in renaissance italy who likes earning favors from the most powerful men in the country. you just aren’t used to meeting handsome men that might be assassins and definitely give you the best orgasms of your life.

or; the first time you met the fae prince, but certainly not the last. | 666 masterlist

a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist

✧ half-baked holiday | ♡ ꕤ | baker!jin, grump!mc, f2l, i2l | 12.6k | 04.12.19

Granny Park’s Gossip:

That Seokjin, don’t get me started on him. He’s worked hard to open and run that bakery of his, you know, and I’m so proud that it’s so successful now. Wish he would find a nice person to settle down with, though, he deserves it, as long as he’s been on his own. Well, I guess you can’t really call it alone when he’s got that grump of a best friend always hanging around him. He really should be paying her, what with all the time she spends at the bakery with him. She’s always waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but she’s not so bad when she brings me some of those cookies of his, or just around Seokjin in general, if I’m honest. Too distracted by staring at that pretty face of his, I suppose, though who can blame her? | part of The Snowball Effect Collab

✧ monachopsis | ☽ ♡ | namjin | selkie!jin, marine biologist!joon | 5.7k | 16.03.20

seokjin knows - has known, for years - that his life will be like this forever. there is no more sea, there is no more swimming, there is no more of anything he used to know. this is life - wake up, go to a shoot, try not to piss giho off, go home, sleep, wake up again. because he was caught. because giho owns him. because he can’t.

but then he meets namjoon. and seokjin starts to realize that maybe…just maybe. he can.

✧ from eden | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ ☽ | 15.6k | monsters and gods pt 1 | 16.6.2019

you’ve been in the dark a long time, overworked and exhausted. the only bright point is your gatekeeper, hoseok, your closest friend and the man you love but can’t have. you’ve accepted that loneliness is inevitable for you. when a voice calls to you, though, and moves you so deeply that you rip open the earth to help them, you meet a mint-haired boy that changes everything you thought you knew about your prison. | ft jhs | alternate ending

✧ penguins | boyfriend au | ꕤ | 3.5k | 18.7.2019

your long-time boyfriend takes you on a cute date to an aquarium, but gets a little jealous when you run into an old friend. it becomes his mission to set you back on track and remind you just who you belong to.

✧ backalley brawl (666verse) | werewolf au | 3.5k | 23.9.2019

You've been followed by a werewolf all day, and you're done being stalked in the night. Somehow you didn't expect him to need you to help him with a rather sensitive problem.

or; yoongi’s in rut and needs someone to help him out | 666 masterlist

✧ birthday candles (666verse) | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin | 4kish | 11.11.2019

a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist

【ｍｉｎ　ｙｏｏｎｊｉ】

✧ as we go along | ♡ ꕤ | neighbors au, e2l, pining | 10.4k | 24.12.2019

Four years ago, the beautiful stunning attractive frustrating Min Yoonji came into your life. Ever since, it’s been a competition between the two of you to win the HOA’s Holiday Decorating Contest. The fiery looks she gives you paired with the pointed insults throw you off your game every year, but not this time. This holiday season, you’re determines to win; and along the way you might just find that Yoonji’s been trying to win something else.

;OR the queer hallmark movie of your dreams. | part of the 25 Days of Christmas: A BTS Anthology

✧ amae | neighbor!hobi | ♡ | 6.7k | 28.05.2019

amae - japanese. the way you act when you want to depend on another person. relying on someone’s goodwill and love to help you. frequently thought of as wanting to be loved and taken care of.

when someone new moves in next door, you don’t expect to become friends. everyone on your block was friendly, yes, but none of you gave more than a courteous wave when you spotted each other in passing. that changes with jung hoseok; a literature professor with sunlight gleaming out of every pore, who enjoys complex lectures, random coffee trips, and…sleeping in your hammock? curiosity gets the better of you as you befriend him, but just what could have this man sleeping in your garden hammock every night?

✧ from eden | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ ☽ | 15.6k | monsters and gods pt 1 | 16.6.2019

✧ hearts on fire | hanahaki au | ♡ ☽ | 6.5k | 02.02.2020

Hoseok has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he’s beyond excited to see you married and glowing.

He just really wishes that he was the groom.

✧ give and take | mechanic!au | ♡ ꕤ | 10.5k | 18.05.2019

when your beloved jeep breaks down, you have no choice but to take it to a mechanic for once instead of trying to fix it yourself. you fully expected to empty your wallet or get told to just buy a new car. you don’t expect to meet kim namjoon, nor do you expect him to be hot like burning, sweet as honey, and interested in you.

✧ backseat memories | mechanic!au | ♡ ꕤ | ongoing drabble series | 18.05.2020

A collection of memories between you and the mechanic who saved your Jeep.

;or, the give and take sequel | on ao3

✧ 666 medici drive | supernatural!au | ꕤ | 4.5k | 30.08.2019

you decide to help garden witch kim namjoon gather ingredients he needs from local incubus kim taehyung, in a much more fun way than the two originally planned. | ft kth | 666 masterlist

✧ forever rain | ghost!reader au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 18.8k | 12.09.2019

being dead isn’t anything exciting. just a lot of walking the same halls of the same apartment day after day after day. things change when the new tennant arrives, though. kim namjoon isn’t anything you could have expected; not the way he’s so careful and gentle with his plants because he breaks so many other things, not the way his friends joke that he’s psychic because you refuse to let him get in the face one time, and certainly not the way he comes after literal months spent moving things away from table edges for him and announces that he knows he’s being haunted and he has some questions for you. you didn’t know ghosts could fall in love, but he makes you feel alive again, like you’re standing in the rain while thunder crashes around you. you should’ve known nothing good would come of falling in love with someone living, though. you should’ve known that heartbreak was the only way this could end. that the rain doesn’t last forever.

✧ midnight wishes | roommates/coworkers/fwb au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 10.3k | 21.12.2019

Granny Park’s Gossip:

That boy. Never met anyone as prone to disaster as he is while being so damned smart, except maybe that roommate of his. The two of them could probably cure cancer if they wanted to, but you leave them alone for more than a few seconds and you’re liable to come back to disaster. Jiminie did say they’ve been acting a little different, though, maybe they finally wised up and made things official instead of just humping like bunnies around that apartment of theirs. Oh, am I not supposed to say that? | part of The Snowball Effect Collab

✧ monachopsis | ☽ ♡ | namjin | selkie!jin, marine biologist!joon | 5.7k | 16.03.20

but then he meets namjoon. and seokjin starts to realize that maybe…just maybe. he can.

✧ coming soon ✧

✧ 666 medici drive | supernatural!au | ꕤ | 4.5k | 30.08.2019

you decide to help garden witch kim namjoon gather ingredients he needs from local incubus kim taehyung, in a much more fun way than the two originally planned. | ft knj | 666 masterlist

✧ black irises in the sunshine | greek god au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 14k | monsters and gods part 3 | 31.12.2019

anger is everything. other gods tease you for the short fuse, but it comes with the territory. people have called you stupid, have called you dumb, oafish, useless, incompetent, insolent, rude, arrogant. all of it. insults and mockery flung at you, but even your skin isn’t thick enough to deal with constant abuse. it’s the exact reason you keep going to the underground, knuckles bloody and bruised, fighting anyone that dared enter the cage. it’s the reason you go to the clubs, surround yourself with mortals and their writhing bodies. it’s there that you see him the first time, voice husky as it rolls through the room. it’s there you find someone who treats you differently than the rest. you just never expected him to be one of the muses.

✧ chasing butterflies | nerdy!jk | ♡ ꕤ | 12.7k | 01.06.2019

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it. | sequel drabble posted 01.09.2019

✧ birthday candles | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin, small kook feature at the end | 4kish | 11.11.2019

a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist

#masterlist #ddaenggtan

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clockworkrosea · 4 years ago

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What's your favourite author or fic you've ever read? I want some recs 😋

ooo it’d be so hard to pick i loved a lot of the stuff i read

if you’re on laptop there’s a page on my blog specifically for recs but if not here it is!:

i don’t read much bts fanfiction nowadays, but here are some of my favourite authors!!

- @worldwidemochiguy: personal favourites are the mfeeu!universe and precious. yandere content tho if you’re not into that

- @ppersonna: organic was a wild ride and i love the series! amazing smut content too if you’re into that. also who’s your daddy was mm mm M M M Mm

- @smaubts: crack social media au’s, hilarious anon responses, all around amazing spider.

- @bloomsuga: check out shae’s social media au’s!! the hobiverse series is awesome!! hobi’s part is finally out and oU i’m so excited

- @brokenspinez: wow i’m really running out of descriptions but amazing writer go look at all the writings they’re all super well written and thought out. summer solstice was a really creative idea and i enjoyed reading through it too the drama the DRAMA my soul

- @flowesona: the tarot card series is so creative i loved reading it :)) !! also yandere content.

- @gukkiebbg: hilarious sm au texts, read through the fake texts masterlist in a SWEEP kay’s texts are hilarious

- @maravillamin: s o c i a l m e d i a aus. as you can tell i like them a lot lmao. personal fav is take on me, i actually stan passive aggressive yoongi what a mood LMAO

- @royallyjoon: their aus are all so creative and well-written – love the fae!yandere!hoseok au, it’s so well written and i am consistently terrified for yn as a separate being y e e h aw. they have an amazing percy jackson au too if you’re into that.

i don’t think i’m forgetting anyone but idk?? there’s a lot of other cool ppl that i don’t really know – feel free to send in any suggestions! my list is always growing

you’ll love everyone on this list’s writing if you like mine theirs have PLOT LMAO

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sope-and-shine · 4 years ago

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I’m still Yoongi. Is anyone surprised? The answer should be no. I may not have gotten Hobi but hey at least I lived up to the expectation of disappointed my soulmate 🥰

Oh look and Fae already tagged people, guess it’s time for me to go hide until I’m told to make another appearance

~Belle🖤

hey uhhh reblog this and tell me which member you get pls

#belle reblogs #min yoongi #mootie moots #honestly I don’t know what y’all were expecting

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the-kr8tor · 17 days ago

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Rosehips in a ⭐ bottle perhaps dearest potion maker?

Fae Hobie thinks he lost you in his own woods, but you just got hurt a bit by adventuring next to the sharp river rocks.

-🪦

(btw I know I did a few, I think? I can't remember but in no way shape or form do I want to stress you out with my requests xoxo, have fun writing)

Whoops I forgot this was supposed to be a hurt/comfort fic 😬 sorry, it's more fluff than hurt, I hope you still like it! ❤️

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, fae AU, established relationship.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Hobie was awoken by your lack of presence next to him. He springs awake on the bed of flowers, flowers that you love the most. Flowers that you've told him that remind you of him and his pretty golden eyes that shine in the night like fireflies fluttering around the tall grass.

He pats your side of the bed, feeling the cold emptiness on his palm. The vines weaved around his arms perks up, wrapping even more, rising up to his bicep as his worry grows. You're allowed to leave his abode, you are human after all. And everyone desires to leave, even him, if not for him bound to his abode, he'd leave with you in a heartbeat. Live in a cottage at the edge of town, quiet enough but not too far from civilization. Cook with you in a fire he tended to. Lay down on a bed of soft fabrics, laugh with you until sleep takes you. He's satisfied to just have the latter. He only hopes that you do too, if you so desire to leave for good, he'd let you, he'd kiss you goodbye and wish you well. His heart would ache, yes, but he'll be glad to know that you're happier in your own world.

Even so, you wouldn't leave without a word to him. You'd leave a note with your flowery words scribbled on it. His face contorts into a deep frown as he concentrates on where to find you within his realm. His hands and vines ebb and weave through the soil, sprawling and crawling in the grass, trying to find your bright soul amongst the greenery and his haze of worry.

When he spots your illuminating form, he sprints and doesn't waste time in running through every tree and obstacle in his way. Green whizzes past him in increased inhuman velocity, eyes honing in on you.

He skids to a stop a few steps ahead of you, eyes widening at the state he found you in right next to the river bank on the edge of his abode. Your ankle is twisted in an angle, the wicker basket fallen right next to your prone form.

You feel the air rushing in front of you, and the smell of fresh dandelions filter through the air. To no one's surprise, you look up to see Hobie in all his glory, expression etched in worry.

“Hi.” You wave weakly through the pain. Hands wet from the lapping water right next to you.

“‘Hi?’ that all you have to say for yourself, love?” He tilts his head, walking closer to you as he scans you for any hidden injuries. Thankfully, he finds none.

“I thought it would be nice to have a lie down for a bit, y’know?” You joke, trying to lighten the mood as you see the sky darkening and the breeze stop blowing. You know him well to know that he's incredibly worried. He settles next to your injured ankle, kneeling down to inspect the damage, all without leaving his concerned eyes on you. “I’m fine, really. Just a flesh wound, is all.”

“Really?” He tilts his head, sky turning back into a light blue hue, breeze kissing your cheeks as he softly smiles at you. “It won't hurt if I poke you?”

You purse your lips together, “...no.”

“Alright then.” His finger inches closer to the raised and inflamed joint, teasing you as waits for your reaction. “‘ere I go—”

“No!” You stop him with a hand around his index. Now face to face with an all powerful fae, you see him grin at you smugly. You don't fear him, not at all. Especially when you know that he's more human than anyone outside his abode. “I was gathering herbs for my headaches.” Pouting, lashes fluttering, you put on your best puppy dog eyes to tamp down the teasing you're sure you're about to get after he tends to you.

His brows pinch together, thumb reaching for your forehead to press gently, trying to soothe your headache. “It's still botherin’ you?”

“Yeah, it's because I do all the thinking around here.”

His billowing laugh makes you laugh as hard. You find that its infectious, and you're absolutely infected with it. “Still cheeky, hm?” Flicking your forehead, he stares at you with gentle endearment as you glare at him while holding your ‘wounded’ forehead. “I can always conjure herbs for you, love. You know that.”

“I know, I'm sorry.” You sigh, placing your head atop his shoulder while he conjures vines to grow under your foot. “I just wanted to explore, and surprise you with a few clovers for the dinner table. It always looks pretty in the vases.”

Hobie reaches for your cheeks, cradling your face in his gentle and warm hold. “‘m not stoppin’ you from explorin’. Just be careful next time, yeah?” He wiggles your head in his hold, squeezing your cheeks in his calloused fingers while smile softly at him. “You could've fallen and broken somethin' more important if you weren't careful.” As the vines grow and weave around your ankle, acting like a temporary splint, you giggle at the tickling sensation. He watches your reaction, eyes crinkling at the corners while his golden eyes grow brighter.

“Like my head because I do all the thinking?”

“Or I just don't want blood on my grass.” He jokes, hand sliding under your legs and back to carry you carefully.

“Hey!” You smack his chest playfully as he lifts you up. “For that comment, I can get back home by myself, thank you very much!”

“If I let you, you'll be home by tomorrow.” He nudges your crinkled nose until your laughter echoes around the glade. “‘sides, I've got a great view from ‘ere.”

Grabbing his chin, you move his head gingerly towards your own. “Eyes up here, Hobie.” Your breath fans over his waiting lips. He could only hum in reply, he did not want to waste time to etch your lips upon his own until you're breathless in his arms.

Before you know it, you're back home with him. Piles upon piles of clover flowers and herbs greet you, but you barely notice them when you've got the most handsome flower right in front of you.

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inbtswethrrust · 7 years ago

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looking for a yoonmin fic

Hi! I need help finding a yoonmin fic…the story goes like this:

Yoongi (not sure but i think he was a werewolf?) was i think from the ‘North’ but was kicked out by his own pack, and was found by jungkook and hobi (who were the same species as yoongi), and had been living with them since then. Jimin on the other hand is from the fae world and is a prince among the fairies. If I remember correctly, Taehyung is jimin’s best friend, and namjin are jimin’s parents. One day jimin and taehyung decided to sneak out of their fae territory and were faced with bad werewolves(?), then yoongi and friends came and rescued them but after that jimin and teahyung couldn’t return to the fairy world for some reason. So then they stay together with yoongi and the others temporarily and eventually yoonmin developed feelings for each other but it was a bit angsty i think etc etc. After some time yoongi had told jimin and tae that the only way they could return to the fae world was through the North (where yoongi was from) and yoongi was pushing for the idea even though he knew he would die if he ever returns to the north?? In the end they went and yoongi almost died but thankfully yoongi was healed by jimin’s parents and was brought to the fae world.

HAHA I’m sorry this is kinda long but I’d be really thankful if you can help me find this TT

Tysm >.<

On a side note, thank you for running this great blog bc i always look for fic recs here :))

Hi!! Next time, please refrain from asking a question through a fic submission, because that’s what the ask box is intended for :) and actually, i’ve never heard of this fic?? Some parts of it feel familiar but I think i’m thinking of a different fic, so if anyone knows, pls lmk!! and ur welcome sweetie <3333

-admin talia

#lost fic #ask #submission

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the-kr8tor · 10 months ago

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could u maybe write smth about what being with fae!hobie is like?

Fae! Hobie HCs

I made it into a hc thingy, I hope that's okay, hope you like it! Thank you for requesting! 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Fae! Hobie doesn't trust anyone easily but when it comes to you he's full on willing to tell you everything.

He'll be courting you when he's absolutely sure about you and that you won't cause any harm to his abode/home.

Get ready to receive so many handmade gifts from him, like a lot. It would start off with tiny trinkets that fit on the palm of your hand. Then as time goes on you start receiving huge bundles of flowers on your doorstep that you're certain aren't in season.

Once you actually start a relationship with him, always be ready because fae! Hobie will be at your place the moment you get home. If he can't visit you that day then he'll leave your favourite flower on the table with some bread and pie that is still suspiciously warm.

You don't eat it of course, knowing that you'll truly be his after consuming it.

He lives little notes full of adoration too with cookies (why won't you just eat his little gifts 😞)

He's still Hobie of course, so he'd still tease the crap out of you. He'd make your apartment full of flower petals, engulfing you in its flowery scent. Fae! Hobie would also conjure vines on the floor so you would trip and fall in his arms.

Also I'm imagining Fae! Hobie with technology, like you'd teach him how the stereo works one time and you come home the next day to him jamming to all your music.

Of course there's a learning curve to it but after watching you use all the electronics in your house, he got it eventually. But he still prefers nature and his abode, technology is just his guilty pleasure.

Hugs!!! He's fantastic at hugging you, like you'd be cuddling in bed and it's hot? Fae! Hobie's got you, he'd regulate his body temperature so that he's your personal ice pack or heating pad when needed.

He's magic, he keeps telling you every time you get surprised by his abilities.

Sometimes he'd just lay down on you to feel your heart beating and to just bask in your warmth.

If you decide to visit his abode, he's absolutely thrilled to have you as his guest. He won't say it to your face of course, like if you ask him if you can visit, he'd shrug and say “alright” but inside he's already planning how to make you comfortable in his abode and what food to put out. (Why won't you eat it though 😞)

He would love to accompany you outside of your home and outside his abode but he tells you other humans aren't ready for him. (He just doesn't want to be perceived by anyone else but you. Also the cars and the smoke they emit scares him)

Flowers! There won't be a lack of it in your presence. Whether it's in your hair, clipped to your clothes or inside a vase, there's plenty of it courtesy of Fae! Hobie.

You're in the city and Fae! Hobie misses you dearly? He'll send a raven with a note and a flower in its beak just for you.

You like having silver jewelry because it looks good on you? Forget about it because it hurts Fae! Hobie and he would most certainly not let a simple jewelry prevent him from touching you even though it burns his skin. So you take the initiative to sell all your silver.

Kisses! He doesn't like kissing you outside of your home, saying that the plants and fauna in his abode are always watching so he prefers to smooch you in your place.

The kisses are all so sweet too, the feeling of it still lingers on your skin and lips hours after he kisses you.

Fae! Hobie isn't obsessed per se, he's just protective of you. After seeing cruelty committed by other humans for centuries, who could ever blame him when he gives you a protective charm?

If only you would eat his food then you'll forever be under his protection.

#hobie thoughts #fae! hobie brown #fae! hobie headcanons #x reader #fae! hobie brown x reader #fae! hobie x reader #atsv x reader #atsv fanfiction #hobie fluff #request done #fae! hobie brown x gn! reader #hobie brown x gn! reader #hobie brown x reader #the kr8tor's creations #fanfic #cw food mention

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al1x00 · 9 months ago

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KATYY THIS IS * CHEF KISS *🤌🤌

Hobie during the interview:

"Like the wankers in Staten Island or the lovebirds in Dubai" LMAOO THE REFERENCE I LOVE ITT. I love all the little easter eggs,especially the fae one (having extreme TF flashbacks rn😔).

YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING WITH THE WINE RED EYES AND THE BITE SCENE I LITERALLY HAD TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND TAKE LAPS AROUND THE HOUSE WTFF I'M BITING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE HE CAN USE ME AS HIS PERSONAL BLOOD BAG WHENEVER HE WANTS FR😫🛐.

THE BANTER I WAS GIGGLING THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS READING ITT

"I have a car now, fuck you! AUSDNAHSJAJ GET HIS ASS R GET HIS (non-existent) ASS.

They're so sweet with eachother it makes me go "aww" everytime they have a moment together, ALSO WE ALL SEE THE HEART EYES R CUT THE ACT YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE.

While reading the garlic scene I though "wait isn't garlic supposed to attract goblins or smth?" AND THEN THEY SHOWED UP AND STARTED LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC LIKE WTF WAS R THINKING ABOUT WHILE THROWING GARLIC AROUND LIKE FUCKING FLOWER PETALS AT A WEDDING CEREMONY.

The matching pjs in the enddd. words cannot express how much I love them and the ship dynamic😭😭

I LOVE THIS SM,you've outdone yourself fr, ate and left no crumbs like always.

(Also ty for the credit! ly❤️)

In Pursuit of Blood: A trip down goblin lane.

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Vampire hunter! Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Synopsis: You, an amateur vampire hunter, find it really hard to kill the one vampire you were tasked to kill.

Tags: Use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), same universe as the WWDITS series, CW blood, TW violence, CW suggestive, Mockumentary AU, established relationship, Fluff.

A/N: Special thanks to @al1x00 (ly fr) for the idea! Happy 1k! 🫶 (Enjoy my attempt at humor lol)

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The camera focuses on a leather clad man sitting on a patchwork armrest. His long leg is crossed over the other, metal clinking against each other when he moves. He places his elbow on the armrest, hand under his chin, ringed fingers tapping on his cheek—bored and clearly disinterested. Red eyes lined with dark eyeliner, piercings glimmering under the camera lights, sharp nails painted, he makes the crew suck in a breath.

He's the perfect picture of a rockstar.

The dimly lit gothic home provides the perfect backdrop to the ‘confession booth’, various books, knick knacks from far flung places are littered all over the living room. A grand piano stands proudly to his left, dark oak polished and well taken care off. Tapestries from the sixteenth century are tacked on the walls next to seventies and eighties band posters. His coat rack is full of jackets that look like they come from different times in history.

The producer nods at him, asking for the man's name, his voice just above a whisper so that the microphones don't catch the sound.

He sighs, jaws tighten for a second. “Name's Hobie, Hobie Brown.” His voice shakes the crew's bones. The blond haired producer clears his throat and Hobie rolls his eyes like a spoiled celebrity. “And I'm a vampire.” he says flatly.

The blond gestures for him to continue, asking him how old he is. “Fuckin' hell.” Hobie says under his breath. “Were you not taught manners? Come off it, you don't ask a vampire their age.”

The clipboard holding man, who pretends to be important, asks him why he agreed to the interview if he's so disinterested.

“Fine,” He smiles, showing his sharp fangs, the simple act makes the documentary team's heart skip a beat. “Before you say ‘m following a trend of vampires givin' interviews and a ‘peak behind the cape’ like the wankers in staten island or the lovebirds in dubai. ‘m not, ‘m only doin' this because,” he points dramatically at the clipboard holding man. “Your director told me all proceeds from this goes to charity. And it better be—”

Something thumps outside. The camera sharply turns to the closed floor length curtains.

“Oi, eyes back ‘ere.” Hobie exclaims, the camera whizzes back to his figure. “Again, vampire, been alive for…” he inhales, “a long bloody time. Been a pirate, a cowboy, hell even a rockstar. But always an anarchist.” He says proudly. “I've been rebelling against the one who bit me for centuries,” the camera zooms in on his scowl. “Hate that knobhead.”

Something falls right outside his windows, a groan and a curse sounding out, voice muffled by the walls.

The crew expects Hobie to hiss or even deal with the intruder but he smiles, posture loosening up.

“That,” he points at the source of the ruckus. “That’s a vampire hunter.” Smiling, the crew could hear a muffled ‘fuck you’ behind the walls. “She's been hunting me for a few years now. She—eh, hasn't been close.”

The cursing was louder, camera swishing towards the source, your angry face peeking out from the curtains. The boom mic captures your annoyed growl clearly as you place your face as close as possible on the glass.

“Fuck you, Hobart!”

He chuckles as the crew's face grows with concern. “Don't worry, she's—I guess bad at her job. She's interestin’ though. Y’know what, let me just show you.” He stands up, the cameras and the entire crew follows him through the hallways of his home.

The cameraman almost trips on a stray guitar on the floor. “Careful now, that was a present from some rockstar in the seventies. That's why I leave it on the floor, it works best as a boot scraper.”

Hobie stops in front of double doors, scenes of a love story are carved on the wood.

“It was a gift.” He addresses the doors, “not my first choice but where else would I put the bloody thing?” With a small push, hands braced on both doors, he reveals the expansive room lined with hundreds of paintings and photographs.

He sucks in his teeth. “The entire house is a gift, I'd rather live in a boathouse honestly but this works fine I guess.” Shrugging, he points at the oldest looking wood carving hanging on the wall. A man kneels in front of a woman, rose in his hand as she looks down at him with glee.

“Yes, that's me courting. The wood carver fucked up the scene though, it was more like me ravaging– uh” he clears his throat “…this won't show in pbs right?”

The people behind the cameras shrug as Hobie looks to them for an answer.

“I'll tone it down then, for the children, just in case.” He continues down the lineup of pictures.

Stopping by a large painting of what looks like Hobie in medieval clothing. The painted version of him is surrounded by flowers and trees. His antlers protruding from his head, webs clings to his arms.

“This was when people thought I was fae.” He makes a face, “everyone was tripping on shrooms back then.” walking towards the middle of the room, passing by a few more paintings and tapestries, He pauses on a yellowed painting of a woman who looks similar to you, only less angry.

“Look at her,” sighing, the vampire has heart eyes while looking at the painting. “this was before she was cursed by that bitcharse jealous witch. Now every descendant of hers is cursed to never harm me or any of my spawns, which is bad because they all think I killed their ancestor, and all they want is to kill me. A consequence of dating a vampire hunter during the fifteenth century, I guess.”

“The curse is a two way street, they can't kill me, I can't hypnotize them. It's not that I want to anyway.” he continues.

Another ruckus echoes throughout the house. Hobie smiles again. “I believe she doesn't know about it, so hush, yeah?” He does a double take. “Wait, can you cut that part out?”

—

The second crew runs towards you as you climb the tresses of the house. The camera lens zooms in on your clumsy climbing. Looking down, hearing leaves crunch underfoot, you yelp in surprise.

“What—?!” Losing your hold, you fall on a bush, landing directly at his wild flowers. “Ow! Who the fuck—?!”

—

Now sitting down on a lawn chair, leaves stuck in your hair, face and clothes covered in dirt, you scowl at the producer behind the camera.

Sighing, clicking your tongue, you answer their questions with another question. “Who the fuck are you guys?”

You raise an eyebrow at the words ‘documentary crew’ uttered by the producer.

“Seriously? Who would want to interview Hobart? Scratch that, is it because of those fuckers in staten island?”

A cameraman answers, ‘for charity.’

You blink in surprise, “charity? You fuckin' kidding me? Well if it's for the kids then.” sighing, you resign, looking directly at the camera with disdain, you say your first name. “And I'm a vampire hunter, I mean obviously I am just looking at all the stakes and holy water strapped to me. I look like I'm very fun at parties.” You say jokingly, “and church, probably. Dunno never been.”

The camera cuts back to Hobie still in the large room full of paintings and memorabilia.

“— I didn't do anythin’ wrong. They're absolutely mad at me for no reason—” he stops, thinking. “But I guess I was the reason their family was cursed innit?”

He changes subjects, showing the camera a painting near the end of the room.

“Oh this? This is when her great great great great grandfather almost got me, memories huh? He was mighty fit.” The crew zooms in on a gorgeous painting of a man trying to put a stake through Hobie's heart while he smiles up at him like he's smitten.

“Good times.” He chuckles.

—

“Fuck this.” You say, standing up from the chair, grabbing the mic off from your shirt abruptly. The camera follows you as you grab the lawn chair that you were just sitting on. You then proceed to throw it at a stained glass window. Giving you entry to his abode.

“It was gaudy anyway.” Entering the house, your shoes crunch the broken glass.

—

“Huh, she's inside. That's a record.” Hobie says almost excitedly. “I'll show you the rest of the room after this—.”

The double doors burst open, the camera swivels to you and the camera crew behind you. Holding a stake, you scowl at Hobie.

“Hello, darling, how was your commute?” He genuinely smiles.

“I have a car now, fuck you!” You lunge at him.

Lightning fast, he grabs your wrist right before the stake kisses his chest. The camera crews film on the sides, avoiding getting hit themselves.

“Good for you, finally saved up then?”

Lifting your legs, you kick his chest, you tumble, landing on your feet, staring at him menacingly. “Yes! It's a kia!” you scream before you run full speed at him.

“You got a good deal on it? Automatic or manual?”

“No!” You swing at him, he dodges. “I think I got swindled!” Kick “And it's a manual!” Punch “I’m not a pussy!”

Hobie clicks his tongue, avoiding the pointed edge of the stake. “Point ‘em to me, love, maybe I can get you your money back.”

Stepping back further away, you pause while he stands at the end of the room. Changing your hold on the sharp wood, you throw it at him, he leans slightly, dodging the projectile. it hits the wall right next to your ancestor’s portrait.

“You'll just drink him dry like the last guy!”

He shrugs, making a face that makes you want to punch him harder. “Not my fault he was a knobhead.”

You bounce on your feet, pouncing at him. “He was my dentist!”

He moves to the side, seeing you running towards one of the paintings, in danger of getting smashed by you. In his panic, he raises his arm to stop you, accidentally clothes lining you. His wall-like arm hits you right on your face.

Falling harshly on the floor, you're completely unconscious.

Hobie looks at the cameras with concern. “Shit.”

—

You wake up on an ancient looking couch, it's soft despite its appearance. Lifting your head with a groan, headache punching through the back of your head, you grimace loudly at the camera crew still filming in the corner.

Falling back on the couch, you hide your flustered face with your arm, pulling the blanket further up your chest.

“I promise I'm not that bad at fighting.” You murmur, still hiding your face from the cameras. “You just caught me at a bad time.”

Hobie suddenly appears with a whoosh, he holds a metal tray with tea and a hot compress placed on it.

“Who's giving you a bad time?”

You audibly groan. “No one.”

He places the tray on the coffee table, sparing a quick glance at the camera. “I caught you lackin’ you're not always that bad. Tea?”

Wordlessly reaching up, you flip him the bird. Hobie smiles softly, tapping your legs to give him space on the settee. The documentary crew is surprised that you actually move to give way to him.

He sits by your legs, preparing your tea just like how you always take it. Two sugars and a dash of milk. The entire production staff is perplexed to say the least.

With a clink of the tea spoon against the cup, you sit up, wincing slightly. “Can I get another sugar cube?”

Hobie raises a brow, “it's that kind of day huh? What's bothering you, love?”

You scoff, taking a cube for yourself then plopping it in your tea cup. “Nothing.”

He flicks his eyes at the camera with a knowing glance. Resting his elbow atop his thigh, chin placed on his hand, he pokes at your leg using his foot. Wordlessly having a conversation. With a sigh and a frown, you sip at your tea.

“Ex kicked me out. Now I'm living with the family again.”

Hobie's nonchalance drops, hand instinctively reaching out to you until he realizes what he's doing, he retracts his hand back.

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Their loss.”

“Mm-hmm, consequences of living with someone you've only dated for three months.” You finish your drink in one gulp. “‘sides, I don't have to pay rent anymore.”

“You've got shitty taste in partners.” You snort, half agreeing with him. “But you have to live with your psycho family so there's that.”

You laugh, the camera zooms in on Hobie's pleased expression.

“They're tolerable now, mellowed out after they took out count Belois.” You look at Hobie, copying his position like a mirror.

“He was an arse, did all of us a favour.” he stares at your eyes while the camera continues to film, yet you two don't seem to notice them anymore.

“Yeah, wish I was there though.” You say in a small voice. “They never invite me to those hunts. Always left watching outside.”

Hobie reaches towards you again, this time he actually holds you. Long fingers curling around your wrist, his thumb rubbing gently. “If only they know how hard you could kick.”

“You barely moved when I kicked you.” Chuckling, your eyes sparkle under the dim lights.

“Well it's me,” he inches closer to you in the seat, knee brushing against yours. “But if it was any other vampire out there they would have flown.”

You scrunch your face. Laying your hand down to your thigh, Hobie intertwined his fingers around yours properly this time. The camera captures the confusing scene.

“Because they turned into a bat?”

He grins, showing you his teeth, you don't even flinch. “Nah, because you kicked ‘em too hard. Did you hit your head that hard?” Knocking his knuckles against your temple softly, you move back like lightning has struck you.

“No, I'm actually okay, thanks.” You take your hand away, eyes flitting nervously at the camera then to Hobie. “I gotta go, dinner with the psycho family.” Standing up, you take your belongings from the floor. “You know how it is.”

He looks up at you with an unreadable expression, “yeah, I know how it is.” He says forlornly.

Patting his shoulder awkwardly, your hand lingers for a half second. “Bye,” you stare at the crew in the corner, “bye to all of you, I guess. Don't get eaten.”

The camera pans towards Hobie who just shrugs, fangs poking out of his lips.

—

Hobie eats alone in his empty dining room. The table is long, made of strong narra, designed to sit a dozen or so people. He sits in the head of the table, utensils scraping against the bloodied plate. His goblet is full, untouched.

He looks up at the camera on the other side of the table, observing his every move.

“The table's a gift too.” He says before continuing to eat silently.

—

The camera follows Hobie throughout his day. Roaming aimlessly around the house, he floats above the ground, hand and feet sticking on the wall while he dusts pictures that's placed on the highest shelf.

In the afternoon, he writes music on his piano while he flashes back and forth towards the drums and guitar, testing the music he wrote.

The crew captures Hobie burying something in the backyard. Jacket off, tank top and bare arms in full display. Moonlight illuminating his skin. His necklaces clink together as he shovels in dirt, packing the hole in tightly. The producer asks something about familiars and Hobie scowls at the word.

“No, just no. ‘m fully against havin’ familiars, it's fuckin' wrong.” He sticks the shovel harshly on the soil when the producer questions him again. “Ask me again and you'll be the one ‘m burying next.”

The camera shuts off abruptly.

—

The small supermarket's repetitive jingle from the nineties irks Hobie as he shops for some meat. But what irks him more is the documentary crew finding him especially after he went out of his way to hide from them.

He tosses a box of your favourite tea in the basket, annoyed at the team behind the cameras and boom mics. “Do the lot of you have a tracker on me or somethin’?” Shaking his head, he stomps down the aisle, heavy boots thudding loudly on the floor.

With his leather jacket plus all the metal and spikes on him, Hobie looks like a regular punk shopping for groceries. But if you looked closer, stayed too long in his presence, your flight or fight response kicks in, rendering anyone frozen on the spot.

His ruby eyes scan around the soap display, trying to ignore the cameras and people trailing after him, he gets a whiff of a familiar scent: strawberries and cream, it's you.

Hobie's feet move on its own, carrying him towards your direction. He spots you standing in the fruit section, weighing a watermelon in your hands, knocking on it then listening to the sound closely like you're trying to eavesdrop.

“What's the watermelon saying?”

“Christ!” You jump, dropping the watermelon.

Thankfully he catches it before the fruit splatters on the linoleum. “Just me, love.”

Clutching your chest, you take deep breaths. “I thought I smelled something rotten.” He raises a brow at your comment. “What are you doing here? This is far from your place.”

“First of all, I smell like sandalwood and fresh linen, fuck you.” You snort, rolling your eyes. “And ‘m tryin' to avoid them.” He points behind him, towards the cameras.

“Augh, they're still following you?”

“Apparently I signed a contract, it's not a one time thing.” He places the watermelon back to the crate, taking one that is riper and sweeter just for you. He then gently drops it in your cart, you nod a thanks.

“I told you before don't sign anything when you're drunk off of alcohol filled blood.”

“You're right, lovie, should've listened to you. Can't blame me when I only hear music whenever you open your pretty mouth.” He leans on your cart nonchalantly, giving you his signature smirk that has people falling over themselves for centuries.

“That's not much of a compliment.” You grimace, unaffected by his charm. “Listen, since we're in a public place I'm not gonna try to kill you so please get off my cart, I've got some shopping to do.” Shaking the trolley, he leans away, dismayed. “Also, the owner seems to like me, which is rare enough, so I don't want to ruin my relationship with the old lady. Shoo, Hobart, I'm off the clock.”

“You've got two people who like you now. One more than the other, I suppose.”

You narrow your eyes towards the vampire. “Who's the second one.”

Hobie walks backwards, arm wrapped around his basket, smile blinding everyone in its vicinity. “Me, darling, isn't it obvious?”

The bright fluorescent lights shouldn't do him any favours but by god, he looks amazing under it.

You don't answer, the camera zooms into your hands gripping the handles of the shopping cart, chest heaving, swallowing thickly.

He leaves, going towards the cashier to pay for his groceries. And you spot a sign that's labeled ‘50% off on garlic!’ you glare at the camera, pushing the cart towards the display.

—

Hobie sits on his work table, pieces of a TV are jumbled out on the table as he tinkers with them. His hands shake slightly, he should really feed.

“—‘m pretty good with technology, not like the other vampires. I've adapted well with—” he sniffs, “wait, what's that smell?”

He opens the door to find thousands of garlic circling around his house, “what—?”

“Tada!” You pop out from the side, hands carrying bushels of garlic, no doubt smelling like it too. “Wait, no, not tada, that's in poor taste because you hate them.”

Hobie gags at the smell, eyes watery and irritated. “This is a bad idea!” He rubs at his eyes, tears fully streaming on his cheeks.

“Why? Because it's working?!” You cackle, throwing the vegetable like confetti, one lands right on top of your head.

“Because it attracts—!”

You screech when you feel a sharp tug at your coat. A little green creature shrieks at you, the sound rings your eardrums, almost breaking the boom mic. Its eyes are dark and glassy, ears pointed, teeth sharp.

“A Goblin?!” Falling on your ass, you crawl backwards, watching as more and more of them appear from the bushes.

“I'm a goblin.” The one with a worn out party hat says, voice cracking like foil.

“What are you a Pokémon?!”

Hobie runs after you as fast as he can with the garlic hindering him. “Get inside!” He yells, dragging you towards the door. His hands sizzle atop your arms, the garlic searing his skin.

The creatures skidaddles towards you, towards the smell of garlic. Waves upon waves of green skitter and crawl on all limbs, eyes hungry, mouths agape.

“Hobie!” You hold on to his wrists as the ground scratches your back. Kicking an incoming goblin, you yelp as the door closes at the nick of time.

Claws scratch at the windows and walls. One of them even bangs its head hard on the glass just to get to you.

Hobie hides you behind him, eyes still stinging and skin aflame. “Get to the basement!” He screams when one breaches the house with glass shattering. “Go!”

Running down, Hobie lets you and the crew go first. He grabs a cutlass from the wall, chopping one that comes a little too close to your leg.

You look back at him with worry. “Hobie!”

“I'll be there! Just go!” He grabs one by the neck, throwing it away haphazardly.

It yells a faint ‘whee’ as it sails through the house.

Reaching the large basement, you search for the light switch, a cameraman beats you to it and you yelp at the sudden brightness.

The basement is full of things from different centuries. An iron maiden lays discarded on the corner, its steel rusted and brown. A sculpture of a woman sits on a shelf, it looks like it's a long lost work of Rodin. There's a large tapestry depicting a vampire war that is now collecting dust on the wall.

But the thing that catches your eyes is the massive metal cage that sits in the middle of the room. You would gawk but the swarm of goblins are nearing the basement. The familiar thumping of boots shakes you with relief.

“Cage!” Hobie grabs you effortlessly, you have no time to react as he carries you like a duffel bag by your waist.

The crew follows frantically, closing the metal doors shut behind them just as the swarm gets close. They shriek and bang on the bars, little arms trying to reach towards you.

He lays you back to your feet, dropping the drenched sword on the ground, palms still healing. He cups your face, searching for any injuries.

“You alright?” He heaves, out of breath, legs covered in goblin bites and palms searing but he looks at you like you're the one who's bleeding.

Staring at him with your irises blown out, mouth slightly parted, you embrace him to his surprise and the crew's.

“I'm okay,” you lean away before he could hug back. Hands placed on his shoulders, nails digging into him like he's about to be yanked away from you. “Are you?”

Hobie forgets about the other people inside the cage and the goblins trying to nibble at him. It's only you in his hands, even though the pungent smell of garlic makes his nose itch. Eyes tender, touch gentle, he could only nod.

“Yeah, I'm good now.” His voice lacks the usual charm.

You can finally breathe. “I thought…I'm the only one that's allowed to kill you.”

Chuckling, he traces your jaw with his thumb. “I know. You're first in line, darling.”

The crew stands near the sides awkwardly.

—

The goblins are trashing Hobie's basement, and based on the sounds from upstairs, they're also wreaking havoc in the entire house.

You sit back to back with Hobie in the middle of the cage, away from the bars, hands braced to your sides, his own are mere inches away from yours. He's glad that the garlic smell has wafted away from you, but not enough to get rid of the goblins still hankering for your flesh.

The crew stays away from the openings of the cage whilst a handful of the creatures try to grab at their equipment. It's been hours since the initial attack and everyone's getting hungry and thirsty, including Hobie.

“Why do you even have a dungeon in your basement—? Wait, scratch that, don't answer.” You try to pass the time.

“It was for your great great uncle—”

“Ew!”

“Get your head out of the gutter.” He says flatly, hands shaking from hunger. “I got it so he has a safe place to transform every full moon.”

“What? Huh, so that's why that branch of the family is so hairy.”

He changes the subject. “What were you thinkin’ with the garlic?” Hobie lays his head right on your shoulder, craning his neck to face you, he uses the closeness to memorize your face. His crimson eyes are dimmer than you're used to.

“I dunno, I thought it was a genius idea back then. Y’know, trap you inside, starve you then when you're weak enough I'd put a stake through your heart.”

“It's a good thing you're bloody fit.” He murmurs, chuckling quietly. “You almost got me though.” Your ears pick up the fatigue in his voice.

“And here I thought you fancy me for my amazing personality.”

“That too.” He smiles weakly, feeling the ache in his bones. “We need to get out of here.” His jaw visibly tightens, wanting to get away from you and your scent. Unfortunately it's not so easy when you're trapped.

“I know,” You sigh, Hobie sits up, covering his ears with the heels of his palms. “You okay?”

“I can hear your blood rushing through your veins.” He bites the inside of his cheeks. “Fuck, we really need to get out of here.” Standing up on wobbly feet, you help him up while the crew stands as far as they can without getting slashed by goblin claws.

“You're hungry.” You state the obvious.

“Starvin’” his red eyes flick down to your neck, already feeling guilty from the simple look.

You swallow thickly. “When was the last time you drank?”

“A couple days ago.” His vision blurs.

“Why are you starving yourself?” Scolding him, you guide him back down on the cold granite. “Hobart.”

“Why do you keep callin' me that?” Cold hands against your own, his eyes zeroes in on your face, avoiding the veins in your neck. “You sound like her when you call me that.”

Your eyes soften, warming him with your palms atop his cheeks, you worry. “You haven't answered my question.”

He groans, head lolling backwards. “Got busy, forgot what day it was.”

“Busy with what?” You click your tongue, lifting his head back up with your hands under his head. You search his hungry eyes, making a decision you could regret in the long run.

“If I let you feed, will you be able to get rid of the goblins?”

That has him picking his head back up, waking him up from his hungry stupor. “What—?”

You reiterate, voice determined. “If I let you drink from me can you get your strength back and get rid of the little fuckers?”

“Y/N, I can't let you do that.”

“I know what happens if you don't feed and judging by how the goblins are devouring your entire house like some frat, they aren't leaving soon enough.” You ball his shirt in your hands for emphasis. “I'm letting you drink, just this one time so we could all go home.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Just don't turn me into your spawn, deal?”

Hobie cracks a smile, fangs glinting off the basement lights. You suddenly feel your nerves kicking in.

“I promise I won't. Just tell me if it gets too much, yeah?”

“Okay,” you inhale deeply, tugging down the collar of your shirt, showing him what he needs. “Don't drink me dry.”

“That depends, for all I know you taste brilliantly.” His joke alleviates your fear a little. You're both unaware of the cameras watching, recording everything. Even forgetting that they were there in the first place.

His hand is on the back of your neck, the other is gripping on to your arm like his life depends on it. Eyeing your skin, lips brushing along it, fangs barely piercing, he gives you enough time to lean away.

“Hurry on with it, I need to pee.”

With a deep chuckle, he sinks his teeth in you.

Gasping, you bite down on your bottom lip, stifling any sounds. But Hobie can hear them from your chest, feel how your body quivers with every suck and nip from his teeth.

You whimper and he holds on to you tighter.

He wants to devour you whole, his instincts tell him to ravage you until you're dry and limp in his arms— to rip you apart with his bare teeth. But he doesn't, he's careful and gentle like he's drinking nectar straight from a flower.

“F-fuck…” you let out, hands shaking, sliding down to the back of his neck, pressing him closer.

He turns warmer with your crimson flowing through him, not letting a single drop of the precious liquid dribble from his mouth.

Hobie feels like his dead heart beats once again after centuries.

Eyes closed, you feel like you're on cloud nine. You look like it too, eyes hazy, lips parted, hand holding on to him weakly.

Before he could drown in you, Hobie carefully eases his teeth out from your pierced skin, maw covered in your blood, thumb pressing down to your wounds to stop the bleeding.

It will scar, but you're alright with that thought.

He feels anew. His eyes are sharper, adrenaline coursing through him like your blood in his system. His ears perked at every breath you let out. Eyes blown up like the size of dinner plates, his warm breath fans your cheeks.

Half of him regrets doing it, now that he has gotten a taste, he can't go back to biting random rich assholes. His other half delights in your after taste, so sweet and nectarine that makes him crave more.

You crane your neck slowly like molasses to look at him sweetly through your half lidded eyes, and a soft yet tired smile on your lips. Still clinging into euphoria, vision swirling and heart beating a thousand times per second. You feel like you've ascended and you'll never go down from it.

Licking his teeth, Hobie resists the urge to dive back in. But he's more than that, you're more than a blood bag.

“You alright?” He whispers, he smells like you.

You hum, smiling giddily like a child who just got what she wanted.

“‘m gonna go and kill some goblins now. Stay here for me?”

You hum a tune that sounds like a rendition of ‘happy birthday.’ Giggling, you pat his cheek.

“Yeah, you'll be alright. I'll get you some orange juice after this.”

“Orange sounds nice… such a pretty color. And cookies, yum.” You chortle like you just heard the best joke. “Oh handsome, so handsome. I'm gonna bite you back one day.” Staring up at him, your eyes roll back, falling unconscious.

“Lookin' forward to it.”

Hobie gently lays you down on the floor, standing up, ears listening to your fast heart beat, but it's not enough proof for him. Eyes observing your chest, watching it go up and down, making sure he didn't go too far. Satisfied, he points at the crew cowering in the corner, their cameras still rolling. The documentary won't air anywhere at this rate.

“Watch her.” He says sternly, eyes glaring.

They all nod frantically.

With a swift kick to the metal door, he strikes down every goblin he sees.

—

You sit on the same patchwork armchair, sipping on a warm cup of tea, comfortable and content in your seat. The two pin prick scars on your neck peeks under your collar. The camera has you in the spotlight, zoomed in on your freshly washed face.

“Do you know about the curse?” The man behind the camera asks, his voice wavering with every word like it's taboo to mention it.

“What curse?” You watch as their faces morph into panic. “I'm fucking with you,” you laugh at their expense.

“Of course I know about it. Why do you think I hunt him down? For fun? Well, partly because of it but we broke that curse like five generations ago when my ancestor figured it all out and made friends with the witch.”

Smiling fondly, you continue. “She's my godmother now. Don't tell him.” You warn. “Hunting him down is an initiation for us really, a tradition to try and kill him, just really doing our best to cause damage. He's pretty powerful.”

Laying your elbows on your knees, you look directly at the camera.

“I mean you've seen the room right? He's fucking obsessed, someone has to off him or just—I honestly think he should just move on.” shrugging you sip your tea that he made for you.

“Is that why you're living with him?” They ask unabashedly. The camera zooms out, showing you still in your pajamas, complete with fluffy slippers.

“Uh—”

Hobie appears in the corner, leaning on the doorway casually, a similar pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

“Darling, have you seen my good jumper—?”

You take your crossbow from under the chair, twisting in your seat, you aim it at his head, shooting, the arrow whizzes past him, he ducks down as the arrow imbeds into the oak.

Hobie laughs on the floor, lifting up a black and red jumper. “Found it!”

“Goddamnit.” The word is laced with endearment. You turn back towards the crew, eyes narrowed at them. “Wait, why are you guys here so early?”

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