#genre:dark

[atriza]

Fixed Point pt. 1

Yandere Five Hargreeves x Reader

Part 2

Summary: Five Hargreeves becomes dangerously obsessed with Y/N, the one person who brings order to his chaotic existence. What begins as a desire to protect her quickly spirals into a twisted need to control her every move. Y/N awakens in an unfamiliar room, only to discover that Five has taken drastic measures to ensure she remains by his side forever. As Five reveals the depths of his obsession, Y/N is forced to confront the terrifying reality that she is now his fixed point in a world where nothing else matters.

Word Count: 1,200 words

Genre:Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller

Content Warning:

This story contains dark and potentially distressing themes, including obsessive behavior, violence, manipulation, and psychological distress. It portrays a relationship that is unhealthy and toxic, where one character exhibits controlling and possessive tendencies that lead to extreme actions.

If you are sensitive to these themes or find them triggering, please consider skipping this story.

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The clock on the wall ticked steadily, a soft metronome marking the passage of time in the small, dimly lit room. Five sat in an old armchair, his eyes fixed on the woman across from him. Y/N was asleep, her breathing even, her expression peaceful—completely unaware of the storm brewing just a few feet away.

Five’s gaze traced the curve of her face, the way her hair fanned out across the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so calm, so serene, it was almost easy to forget everything that had led to this moment. Almost.

But Five couldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget. He’d been through too much, seen too much. His life had been a series of chaotic, tangled timelines, each one more fragile than the last. But when he found Y/N, everything changed. She was the one fixed point in his otherwise turbulent existence, the one thing that made sense in a universe where nothing else did.

It had started innocently enough, or at least that’s what Five told himself. He had saved her from a mugger in a dark alley, a simple act of heroism—nothing more. But there had been something in her eyes, something that had struck a chord deep within him, something that had awakened a part of him he hadn’t even known existed.

At first, he had convinced himself that he was just keeping an eye on her, making sure she stayed safe. After all, the world was dangerous, and he was the only one who truly understood how fragile the fabric of time could be. He told himself it was his duty to protect her, to make sure she didn’t become another casualty of the chaos.

But it hadn’t taken long for his watchful eye to turn into something darker, something more obsessive. He started following her, keeping tabs on her every movement. He knew where she went, who she talked to, what she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He knew her favorite books, her favorite songs, the way she liked her tea—everything. And the more he learned about her, the more he became convinced that she was meant to be his.

Of course, Y/N didn’t know any of this. She didn’t know that Five was watching her, guiding her life from the shadows, pulling the strings of fate to keep her close. She didn’t know about the people he had removed from her life—the friends who had suddenly moved away, the men who had inexplicably lost interest in her, the coworkers who had mysteriously been transferred.

But it was all for her, Five assured himself. It was for her safety, her happiness. If they were together, he could keep her safe. He could protect her from the dangers that lurked in every corner of the timeline.

And tonight, he would make sure she finally understood that.

Y/N stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Five’s eyes sharpened, his grip tightening on the armrests of the chair. The anticipation that had been simmering inside him for so long was finally boiling over. He rose silently from the chair, his movements as fluid and precise as ever, and crossed the small room to where she lay.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open, disoriented at first, but then they focused on him, and confusion filled her gaze. “Five?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “What are you…?”

“I need you to listen to me,” he said, cutting her off, his tone firm but not unkind. “I need you to understand.”

Y/N blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, but the fog in her mind was quickly replaced by a creeping sense of unease. She pushed herself up on her elbows, glancing around the unfamiliar room. “Where are we? What’s going on?”

Five didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’ve kept you safe, Y/N. All this time, I’ve been watching over you, protecting you from the dangers of the world, from the chaos that surrounds us.”

Her confusion deepened, and she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “What are you talking about? How did I get here?”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” he replied smoothly. “You’re safe now, with me. That’s all that matters.”

The unease in her chest turned to fear as the reality of the situation began to sink in. “Five, I…I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re important, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with an intensity that sent chills down her spine. “You’re the only thing that matters in this entire damned timeline. Everything else is just noise, just chaos. But you…you’re my constant. My fixed point.”

Y/N’s heart raced, her mind scrambling to make sense of his words. She had known Five was different, that there was something dark and dangerous lurking beneath his cool exterior, but she had never imagined this. “This isn’t right,” she said, her voice trembling. “You can’t just…take me like this.”

“I’m not taking you,” Five corrected, his tone almost patient, as if he were explaining something to a child. “I’m saving you. This world is falling apart, Y/N. You’ve seen it. The people, the violence, the chaos. It’s all spiraling out of control. But I can fix it. We can fix it, together. You just need to trust me.”

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “This isn’t fixing anything, Five. This is madness.”

For a moment, a flicker of something—pain? regret?—crossed Five’s face. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold determination that had driven him for so long. “You don’t see it now, but you will,” he said softly. “In time, you’ll understand. And when you do, you’ll thank me.”

Before she could protest, before she could do anything, Five leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gesture that was almost tender. “Sleep now, Y/N,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of everything.”

With a subtle flick of his hand, a small, almost invisible device he had implanted in the mattress activated, releasing a gentle stream of sedative gas. Y/N’s eyes widened in realization, but it was too late. The room began to spin, and she felt herself sinking back into the bed, her limbs growing heavy.

“Five…please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the darkness closed in.

“I’m doing this for you,” Five whispered back, his voice the last thing she heard before she slipped into unconsciousness.

He stayed by her side, watching as her breathing slowed, as her body relaxed into a deep, dreamless sleep. When he was sure she wouldn’t wake, he stood and began to make the final adjustments. The room they were in—a carefully chosen, isolated location far from prying eyes—was equipped with everything they would need. Everything *she* would need.

Five had thought of everything, prepared for every possibility. He had spent countless hours mapping out their future together, ensuring that nothing could tear them apart. No one would come looking for her. No one would miss her. She was his, now and forever.

As he finished his preparations, Five allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Finally, after all the chaos, after all the pain and suffering, he had found his peace. He had found his Y/N. And nothing would ever take her away from him.

With one last glance at her sleeping form, Five turned off the light and left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

He would keep her safe. He would protect her from the world, from the chaos, from everything that sought to tear them apart.

Even if it meant protecting her from herself.

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[thetorchwoodarchive]

Unbound by engagemythrusters ( Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 4828 | T )

Ianto Jones had always been afraid of Cybermen, but that didn’t matter anymore. Cybermen couldn’t plague the dead. Until now.

[random-fandom-writer]

Yandere daniel park,general headcanons

Fandom:Webtoon,Lookism

Character:Daniel park

Genre:Dark romance,yandere

Pairing:Daniel park x reader/you

Tw:Obsession,yandere themes,unhealthy relationship,unhealthy mindsets,delusional mindsets,murder,mentions of death,possesive behavior,death threats,being locked up,isolation,force feeding and strong language

->If you ever had this man as your yandere,then,you are truly unlucky

->My dude...you are fucked.not too much,but still,you are fucked.Why?well,let's see...

->Maybe it was the time you had saved him from those terrible bullies?ah yes,of course.how could he ever forget?He was still logan's punching bag and the center of the bullying in his school.noone ever helped him,except for you.

->You only managed to stop it because you had a recording of them beating him up and the fact you can report them anytime soon,was why they never tried to get back at you.this causes daniel to look up at you,it was something like adortion.since he had never recieved anyone from help before.

->And so,prepare for a lot of "thank you's" from him,he can never be so grateful from anyone before.And everytime he went home,he always talked about you to his mom(except for the bullying part of course).

->His mom could never be more happy to find out that her little boy had gained a friend.but it didn't last forever since your parents suddenly announced that you're going to transfer to another school that's better than your old one.

->Of course you didn't want to,since if you moved then who will be able to protect daniel now?That's why you came up the best excuses you could give to your parents,like what's wrong with the one you're going to or it's a waste of money to enroll to another school,but they brushed the things you said.

->So,to no avail,you sent one last goodbye text to daniel.And when he recieved your message,he was devastated.Why would you leave?how could your parents do this?if your going to leave then that means....he will have to suffer again.but he can't do anything since you kept your friendship with him a secret,since your parents are extremely strict and thinks friendship is a distraction to your grades and studies.

->At first,daniel couldn't help but feel betrayed by you.How could you leave just like that?did your friendship even matter?did he matter?why the hell didn't you stop your parents?why?just why?

->But when the time his mom found out the bullying and sent him to transfer to another school,he realized that he shouldn't think like that about you.How could he blame the person he adored and care about?the one who even thinks on treating him like a decent human being?and not a pest to be looked down on.

->Of course when he got another body,and went to school and found you.He can never be happy in his life,it was great that you transfer in the same school as his but the bad thing is that your on another department.

->He approached you(in his handsome body)with a smile,wanting to have a good impression with you.He shyly asked if you want to hang out with him and as the kind person you are,you said yes.And that's when you two became friends!

->Everyone always saw you two in lunch,hanginh out with each other,chatting happily while other girls glare at you with jealousy since you catched the most popular guy in school.

->Daniel also meet you in his original body,when you walked in the same convience store he worked in and man,the smile that was adorning your face was captivating.He might as well thought he went to heaven.You two have a good talk also you apologizing for leaving him but he says that it's fine since he was able to escape from logan lee anyways.

->And when you talked about daniel,his other body,he can see how happy you were to tell him that you're glad to have him as a friend since he was strong amd can protect him from harm.And when he thought,he couldn't adore you more then he's wrong.

->That's where his obsession starts.

->You were glad that he had a friend(who is apperantly him in another body)that can protect him from harm like you?God,you really were an angel.

->Daniel couldn't help but catch feelings for you.how couldn't he?you were this gorgeous being that deserves to be worshipped everyday and night,and gosh you are so kind and sweet to other people and you don't judge others by their looks but their personality.You were technically a god/dess to him!

->Now he began to be more...close to you,like when you ever need something maybe like a pencil or paper,he always gave it to you.And everytime you call for him,he always appear in 0.001 seconds straight.And whenever you ask a small favor to him like literally asking for 56 cents or something,he might as well gave you his whole entire wallet.

->You find it weird sometimes but daniel is just...daniel.he's a sweet guy so you always brush off his odd gestures,but those odd gestures gets WORSE.

->As time pass by,his obsession worsen when you patch his wounds.The look of your concerned face,as you treat his bruises that slightly covered his face,the way you lectured him to not go anymore reckless situations make him think that...you must like him too,right?

->How can you not?you're kind to him,always being with him,always go and hang with him when he asked to,and how you blushed when he teases you for being such a messy eater.You must like him right?

->Now,daniel stalks you at home.When school is over,he always makes an excuse to his other friends so he can check up on you.And when you hang out with the others like zoe or duke,then he makes sure to come with you,and when he can't?he stalks over and hides very stealthily so neither of you or said friend will see him.

->Also,daniel will definetely make a small shrine of you.and this shrine contains of your used tissues,bitten pencils you will never use,lost erasers,paper you thrown in the trash,half-eaten food you happend to not finish,some of your underwears,old perfume,ect ect.

->Daniel can also be easily jealous,and when he's jealous,ooohhh boy...he can be far,FAR more brutal than any yandere you can encounter(other than gun,goo or samuel ofc).

->Daniel can also make you fall for him,either with his old body or his other body,it doesn't matter you WILL fall for him anyway.And when you two finally get into a relationship,that's where it goes downhill.

->You began to notice more of daniel being more and more....obsessed with you.He thinks since that you two are in a relationship now,he doesn't really need to hide his obsession with you as long as it doesn't cross the line like how he gouge someone's eyes when they even had the audacity to look at you funny.

->You also began to notice how silent he can be whenever you talk to someone,and it doesn't matter if their male or female,he thinks that no one else deserve to talk to you other than him.

->But he knows he has to put up a façade so no one can tore you away from him,since he knows people will lose their marbles if they ever find out he murders people for you.That's why he lets you talk to his friends,but when it comes to strangers,he does the talking for you.

->No one,and i mean no one can ever suspect him being a yandere for you.the one that come close is zack,and when zack confronted him about his behavior towards you daniel let out the side no one that no one had ever seen before.

Zack brought daniel into an alleyway,where no one can see them,zack decided that he and daniel had a conversation alone.He began to see something weird about him.

How...daniel would always stare at you,which isn't exactly weird since he's always been staring at you since the time you and daniel became friends but this time...it was different.

His stare began to be more...lovesick.And everytime someone talks to you,he can always see daniel glaring at the person with such dark intent,Like he he wanted to murder the guy.It unnerved him greatly.He can always feel a pair of eyes bore into his back when he tries talking with you or when he hangs out with you.

And everytime he turns his head around,he never saw anything.But that one time he walk you home,he saw a head,with black hair similar as daniel's.And that is when he began to suspect something.

So,now,zack thinks it's best to confront daniel about this. "Daniel...i gotta say it's weird for us to be alone just like last time,but..." "but what?" Daniel asked while raising a brow at the boxer.Zack inhaled, "About your behavior with...them." And at the mention of your name,he can feel daniel's piercing stare boring right through his body.

Even with a face as handsome as his,he can see how it took a dark turn when he mentioned you. "What about them.?" The boy with rich black locks asked,with slight venom lacing his voice.

"You're...acting really fucking weird everytime they're with someone else other than you.It's like you hate the idea that they're with someone else,don't you?"

"...."

His silenece was unnerving.Zack can feel little bids of sweat drop down to his face,since he began to feel nervous.Daniel's face was unreadable and for all he knows he's already thinking about killing hin right here and right now.

And seems like,he was right.

Daniel's face gone terribly blank,eyes void of emotion and his voice was disturbingly calm.

"Yeah..your right.i do hate it when someone else has the fucking nerve to spend time with my beloved.They don't deserve to spend time with them." Daniel then began to walk over to zack making the latter flinch.

And each step closer make the male scared,terrified.Zack felt a lump on his throat,more sweat began to drip down as his eyes were focused at daniel's figure who's stepping closer and closer to him. "I also hate how you look at them too.Like you think your good enough to talk to them?thinking it's fine for you to pet their head just like that?"

"Daniel–"

"Oh no,zack,you better watch your actions.before someone gets hurt.better yet,mira."

By the mention of the certain girl,zack narrowed his eyes as he glared at the male infront of him who had a bored expression. "Don't you fucking–" "i won't.as long you don't talk to anyone about this,i won't hurt your precious mira." Daniel then smiles at him,and it wasn't daniel's typical kind smile.it was one that brought chills down the boxer's spine.

"You should understand me,zack.i'm also protecting the one i love.we both do that,don't we?so do me a favor and never try to do something you might regret,okay?"

"...."

->With that,Zack never once bothered trying to talk or hang out with you again,making daniel delighted while you were left confused.

->You once tried asking daniel about zack,which caused him to look at you with a heartbroken face.

->Why do you want to talk about zack?don't you love him?then why are you conversating about zack instead of him?are you trying to make him jealous?OH!how really cute of you trying to make him jealous,it was fine at first,but please don't ever speak another guy's name infront of him anymore.one time is funny and the second time is enough.

->It wasn't long after maybe 8 months you finally find out about his dark secret but daniel didn't even bother to deny it.Of course he murders those people for you,why wouldn't he?those bastards were trying to take you away from him.he couldn't let them do that.

->Daniel was confused to why you don't seem happy about him killing.you keep yelling at him on why would he do murder people for such a ridiculous reason.How could you call that reason something ridiculous?

->Great.Now he has to knock you out and kidnap you into a new home.Yes,he actually got enough money from streaming and modeling,to live in a apartment complex.And there's where you two get to live for the rest of your lives!

->And the moment you woke up,you saw one of your legs chained up to a twin sized bed in a bedroom where you clearly don't live in.yet.And the next thing you see was the door opening and saw your captor,daniel park wearing a fucking apron with a plate of food in his hands.

->Daniel wasted no time to greet you,with a happy smile.He explained to you that you were knocked out by him since you were being kinda of a brat,and since he knows that you will report him,he kidnapped you in his and your new home.

->You of course tried to coax him into stop this madness and let you go,but he ignores you and tries to feed you.You didn't let him,and this causes to anger daniel which just lead him to grabbing your face and shoving the food he cooked for you right into your mouth.

-> "You better fucking swallow it,(y/n).don't make me hurt you." His voice was enough for you to do what he wanted,this earned you a smile from him.

->And now,you were stuck with daniel.never getting to see or look at anyone from the outside world again.And no matter how many times you begged daniel,he never lets you go or even take a look from the outside thinking that he's enough to keep you company.

->Also,starving or killing yourself is not an option.Because one,if you wanted to starve yourself then like i mentioned before,daniel is going to shove the food down your throat so you can eat.And two,daniel will always stay by your side,so there is a low chance you can even hide a weapon from him.

->Overall,daniel is a clingy,obsessive,delusional,kinda worshippy yandere.And seems like he'll never let his angel out of his unholy cage.To keep him by his side,as long as he wishes.

[kaisooficrec]

[#TBT] Run and Gun (2013)

Here comes Run and Gun for you again, this time, the 2013 round! Run and Gun was the fandom’s first fic exchange that includes a variety of iconic fics. 2013 was the year of angst! Again, make sure to show these old but gold fics a ton of love :)

A/N: to switch to mobile view, type m.livejournal.com/read/user/runandgun/ and then copy an paste the end number of the fic’s url (for example: gicleur’s is 40643.html). the result will look like this: m.livejournal.com/read/user/runandgun/40643.html

Gicleur

Author: lababoreine Genre: Coffee Shop Au, Angst Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 16,899 Summary: The coffee house by the bend, 3 pm: the Project begins.

Part 2 | Part 3

where the stars shine brightest

Author: donawhalee Genre: Broken!Kaisoo, Angst, Dancer AU Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 9,467 Summary: Kyungsoo tries to find Jongin again, amongst the broken dreams they had once shared.

afterlife

Author: chens Genre: Afterlife AU, Dark Humor Rating: R Word Count: 5,434 Warning: Contains suicide themes Summary: Life after death is the same as life on Earth, only a bit worse.

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All Danny wanted to do was reassure himself that he was still a damn good detective. Instead he ended up in a world where everything is upside down. Now it's up to him to set things right and make sure he still has a job and family to go home to.

Meanwhile, an evil version is loose on his home turf and biding his time until he can find a way to take Five-0 down.

[scarecr0wsvalent1ne]

Change | Antonai Dreykov x OC

genre:Dark, angst

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x sister! OC, Yelena Belova x sister! OC, Antonia Dreykov x OC

Warning(s): violence, homophobia (slurs)

The last time I saw her was July 3rd, 2016. We were training in my room and my father stopped us. He had found out about us. I don't know how, but he did. "Antonia, Mariana, stop..." my father walked in, by his disappointed look I could tell this wasn't going to be good. "I am disappointed in you Antonia...I thought you were better than this" he turned around and in a flash I felt a sting on my unmasked cheek. Mari gasped and rushed by my side to help me up. "You fucking dyke!" My father yelled. Tears fell out of my eyes as Mari held my head. "And you! Mariana." "You were my favorite, my most ruthless and efficient widow, I took care of you, and this is how you pay me back?! Sleeping with my daughter!" My father went to strike Mari, but I quickly blocked it, only angering him more. "Oh the things I'm going to do to you." He had a smug grin on his face as he gripped Mari's chin. I grabbed his wrist "Don't touch her." I felt like I was going to burst into tears. He pushed me to the ground and began dragging Mari by her hair. I screamed her name in hopes that it would somehow bring her back to me, but it didn't...

part 2?

[viandnyl]

#003-One Hope

One Hope Singer/Song writer

Based in Alberta, Canada

Genre:Dark-pop/Indie

Instagram:@onehopeofficial

Q:How did you first start doing music? (For example: what made you fall in love with music, how did you start working with music)

At the age of 11, my father passed away in a car accident, and my family wanted to continue his musical talents through me, so they pitched in and bought me a guitar as a gift on christmas. I've always had a love for music, but that burning passion within me really developed after listening to solo acts such as EDEN. his song 'wake up' in essence woke me up to the world of possibilities, especially after learning he wrote & produced it all himself. This led me down a rabbit hole of discovery, finding new solo artists such as Jon Bellion or Jeremy Zucker. In those moments I felt that burning sensation in my soul, the flame that grew into a wildfire, a passion that knew no bounds. I chased after it, learning to write, sing, produce & mix/master on my own in my bedroom. Spent all of my highschool years avoiding everyone & spending every moment I had learning, growing, writing. It almost became my downfall, but I wouldn't change a second of it if I could. My music is my everything.

Q:Which of your songs do you recommend the most? (a song that represents you as an artist) and please explain the reason why you chose it.

If I had to choose one song out of my discography, it would have to be 'emotional softie'. I wrote this song about accepting who I am, my emotional side and all, while learning to let go of the negativity in my life. It's not easy to accept all the pieces of your life, but they happen with reason and intent. This song personifies and perpetually dignifies that understanding. If you wanted to learn more about me, you could easily learn it through this song.

Q:Please tell us about your latest single (or album).

My latest song 'i think i saw a ghost' is a song off of my upcoming EP 'nostalgic nightmares'. This song to me is about learning and coping with dissociation. It's something I have been learning to deal with myself for the bigger part of 2021. I love this song to death, it's easily my best written song yet. My EP 'nostalgic nightmares' covers a lot of these harsh emotions that tend to carry a haunting nostalgic feeling with them.

Q:What kind of music are you creating right now? (For example; a current source of inspiration, a certain sound you are into, or some other specific example)

I'm currently having the most fun I've had in a while writing music for 2022. I have been exploring R&B and blending that with my dark pop/electronic vibes. Really excited for people to hear it!

Q:What is important to you when making music?

Easily the most important thing to me when creating music is authenticity. I write from the heart, and create music that I know I love, music I wish existed. If you're authentic with your art, people will know. I stand by that.

Q:Tell us about your next music release or other upcoming activities you have planned.

My EP 'nostalgic nightmares' releases on December 8th and I'm super excited to share this sonic embodiment of my past year emotionally. By the time this magazine is out, it will be available! But even more so, I'm excited to release my first single of 2022. It's something special and I know fans will love it

Q:What is the story behind your artist name? It's a funny story actually. I originally named the project 'New Hope', but everytime I wrote out emails, banners, promotional content or even talked about it I kept saying 'One Hope' for some reason. Eventually I caved in and decided to change it. Since then I've adopted meaning to it, but I'll leave that up to interpretation!

Q:What is music to you?

Music to me is a universal language that speaks through emotions. No matter the language barrier, we all can feel the emotions transparent through the way it presents itself. It's beautiful.

Q:Any music or other art that has had an influence on you. brakence - dropout. This song defined so much of how I felt this past year. Without it I don't know what I'd be making.

Q:Who is a person who has influenced you? EDEN and his discography gave me that initial hope I could do this myself. He is easily one of my biggest inspirations. Aside from him, artists such as brakence, Bruno Major, Vorsa helped curate and redefine my art & musical taste.

Q:Do you have another job besides working with music? I currently only work on music. It's been a long journey, but I'm slowly becoming financially independent, which is the goal!

Q:What do you think you would be doing if you didn’t work with music? When I was younger, I wanted to be a model, or an actor if I could but I'm not sure how that would have worked out if I tried haha. Without music, I'd probably try pursuing a job as a mechanic or at least work around cars I think.

Q: What do you think you would be doing if you didn’t work with music?

When I was younger, I wanted to be a model, or an actor if I could but I'm not sure how that would have worked out if I tried haha. Without music, I'd probably try pursuing a job as a mechanic or at least work around cars I think.

Q:What is something that makes you feel glad that you are working with music? The opportunities to see the world & help others with my art. It's what I'm most grateful for. The day I start touring will be the day I cry tears of joy. to get to see the world with my own eyes & and hear others sing my songs will be my greatest achievement.

Q:What was the first song/album (and from which artist) you bought, and why did you buy it?

'Ho Hey' by the Lumineers. I remember when I got my first Ipod at 11 years old and I bought this song haha. I bought this one because I loved the feeling of joy I got listening to it.

Q:Any artists that have caught your interest recently, or any artist in particular you are feeling respect for at the moment? As I'm writing this, I think I found a new artist that I'll be listening to for a while: Amber Run. I could feel the genuinity within his vocals & lyricism. His song 5AM brought me to tears just now.

Q:In what kind of environment and with what equipment do you make your music? (For example a guitar in a park, in a studio using an AKAI MPC2000 etc)

I have a really cheap setup for recording music funnily enough. I write and record on my computer, using an AT2020 USB condenser microphone which sits under my stairs. I use my phone for a light while I record. It's quite funny to look at, but I love the sound it provides.

Q:How were you as a child?

As a child I was quiet and reserved yet content and joyful. Most of my friends in class would forget I was even there. It took me until I had music in my life to really open up and find out who I was.

Q:What is something about you that hasn’t changed since you were a kid? I still have my baby blanket. Weird as it sounds, it's helped me so much. I don't know how, but holding it gives me so much relief and calmness. I will never give it up haha.

Q:If you could give any advice to your younger self, what would that be? Keep going. Life gets better after highschool, like you always dreamt it would be. You will have everything you've only dreamt of & more, don't settle for less.

Q:What are your hobbies? I play video games, work on my car, hit the gym and play badminton when I can. I also love fishkeeping, but I can't do that yet because of circumstances. Hopefully soon though!

Q:What is a word you like?

Hope. The word in itself carries so much weight. It's the reason I have it in my name.

Q:What is a fashion brand do you currently like? Not necessarily a brand, but I enjoy thrifting for clothes. It's where 90% of my wardrobe comes from!

Q:Do you think that you have changed in some way recently? And if so, how? I've 100% changed. Over this year, I've gone through so much emotional distraught. It's not been easy, but I think mentally I've been learning to enjoy the little things in life, and appreciating every opportunity I've been given. I'm beyond grateful to be here now, I feel so fortunate.

Q:What is something you bought recently that you really like? I bought my car this summer. It's a 2013 Ford Mustang, and I couldn't be happier. As a kid growing up, nearly every day I dreamt of owning one, and now I do!

Q:What is something that has caught your interest recently, and why?　(For example: NFTs, an election, Climate change, or some other general topic that you have been interested in recently) Not much has caught my interest recently, as I've been more focused on writing lately.

Q:Any social issues you have been paying extra attention to lately? Not as of recently. I've been trying to stay away from the internet and social issues to put more focus on my own wellbeing. There are a lot of very important social issues to discuss, but I personally don't think I'm in a position to speak on them yet.

Q:Something you have been really into recently? (For example: a game, a type of food or dessert, a show on Netflix. Please share a specific example)

I've been really into working on my car. My wallet however hasn't been enjoying it as much haha. Aside from that, I've been enjoying Halo Infinite! I've been a big fan of the series since I grew up with it

Q:What is the best news you’ve had recently?

I was given tickets for a brakence & Aries show in Vancouver, Canada. I'm so excited to see some of my favorite artists in a city I've always dreamt of visiting! I was also incredibly grateful of Taemin shouting out my song 'change' last year, I'm still in shock over that! A highlight of 2020-2021 for me

Q:Tell us something good about your country.

Canada isn't perfect, but I definitely am thankful to be here nonetheless. Being able to experience the gorgeous mountains of jasper, to the cultural heritage of the maritimes. There's a lot to explore, and I have yet to experience it all.

Q:What is important in communicating?

Honesty, as it ties back to authenticity being important. But genuine listening is just as important. Be open to learning something new

Q:What do you do to relieve frustration or stress?

I pick up my guitar to play and sing what my heart feels. I let my soul guide my fingers across the fretboard as my heart belts out what it feels. I write a lot of my music this way, letting my heart and soul speak freely.

Q:What is your dream?

My dream is to travel and see everything this world has to offer. I want to experience the variety of cultures & the natural beauty that there is. Hopefully I'll come to Tokyo and perform someday!

*This interview was conducted on VI/NYL #003, which published on Dec.30th, 2021.

*All photos are courtesy of the artists.

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Therapy for the Devil

“One Sheet” Written By: Merryn Landry Nominated Best Stage play L.A. LIVE Film Festival 2018 #FilmFestLA #LALIVEFILMFESTIVAL https://filmfreeway.com/FilmFestLA Genre:Dark Comedy Logline: The world has gone to hell in a beautiful hand basket, and Satan herself could not be more stressed, so she decides she needs therapy, the human kind. Satan, has been dealing with a lot for a very long time, she continues to be misrepresented as a man, she works tirelessly to bring the world to it's knees, and seems to get little to no respect. Her dedication to detail, planning and organizing of mayhem are of little interest to anyone, so the day has come, for Satan, to open up, and start to fill the void and love herself for who she is. This is not an easy undertaking, the therapist is human, and has a very limited understanding of dealing with demonic tendencies, Satan is very comfortable being scary. It all comes to the climax when the doctor, and the patient see each other for who they really are, a sad, desperately wanting to please god entity, and a woman who is really good at her job as a therapist. Satan knows that even though she may come to terms with issues she has with herself, her job remains to destroy the world, which might complicate the commute to therapy, . . . . . . #AmWriting #AmEditing #WordCount #WriterWednesday (or #WW) #WritersLife #YALitChat #LitChat (every M/W/F) #MemoirChat (every other Wednesday at 8 pm ET) #BookMarket (Thursday’s at 4 pm ET) #ScriptChat (Screenwriters) #PoetTues #ZineChat #WritingParty #IndieAuthors #WriteChat #NaNoWriMo #WANA #WritingTip #WriteTip #GetPublished #BookMarket #BookMarketing #PromoTip #SelfPublishing #SelfPub #Publishing #AskAgent #AskAuthor #AskEditor #EBooks #StoryStarter #WordAThon #Creativity #WIP #FridayReads #BookGiveaway #MustRead #LitChat #StoryFriday #MustRead #DEVIL #WOMENINFILM #SCREENWRITER

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scribbled in the dark by fefedove

⇁ zitao x sehun / r / oneshot

⇁ au, dark, angst

⇁ sehun is the angel of death and zitao falls asleep in his arms.

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Little Red Riding Hood

Author: tokki-dokki Genre: Dark, wolf!au, fairytale Rating: PG-15 Summary:

“Don’t look back.”

Status: completed Length: oneshot Link: (x)

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Red riding hood au with jb/youngjae

Warnings: slight gore, dark. weird murder-mystery-meets-fairytale.

Word Count: 5k

Author: Qi

After I posted that MarkJin I said to myself that my next fill was going to be fluff. It seems my ability to break promises is still running strong even in 2015.

I took a recent trip to Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand and emerged victorious with no mosquito bites! Subsequently, I feel invincible enough to brave the metaphorical pitchforks of enraged readers. Please don’t judge me too much for writing this fic! I hope the anon likes this ~

Wrote this whilst listening to Apink and Red Velvet’s Happiness. You should too for maximum enjoyment :D

Edit: for story notes/explanation, click here

When Youngjae was young, his parents would often tell him he was forbidden to watch the village executions.

You don’t need to see such a thing at such a young age, his parents would say as comfortingly as possible as they run shaking fingers tenderly through his hair, and he’d fall asleep with an innocent heart, too drowsy to notice them slipping out the door with cloaks on their shoulders.

Youngjae’s still too young to watch the executions when he sits in the wooden stands. He’s in the front row; family is given this special privilege. He sits quietly as he watches the end of his parent’s trial. Watches them be lead to the execution grounds, watches them kneel in apology as if readying themselves to pray to the forest gods.

Watches as the executioner’s axe swings down and their heads half-roll on the ground like an old ball that has long since deflated.

-

Let it be known now that the wolf is a liar.

Youngjae’s clothes flutter behind him like the wings of the forest birds as he ventures deeper into the woods. So large it’s impossible to chart without the means of modern technology, the forest is a solid, spacious comfort for Youngjae as he leisurely wanders down the trail invisible to the naked eye but familiar to his experienced feet.

Usually inordinately clumsy, here in the depths of the woods Youngjae’s movements are elegant as he expertly picks his way through the trees and shrubs. Here in the woods, Youngjae feels as if he’s invincible and invisible all at once - a speck amongst the foliage, one of many.

Being invisible is a comfort.

Setting his rucksack down by a tree, Youngjae kneels upon the earth to examine the wildflowers growing by its base. It’s whilst wondering if he should pick a few to bring back for Jackson (would he complain of their apparent lack of masculinity or be touched by the gesture?) does a voice interrupt his quiet musing.

“You look lost.” Amusement colours the tone of the unknown speaker, and when Youngjae turns to identify the owner, he observes that the tone matches the speaker’s expression.

You look rude, Youngjae’s mind scathingly offers. Thankfully, he has the presence of mind not to voice his observation. “I’m not.” Youngjae’s tone is almost petulant. It’s an insult to suggest he would ever get lost in the woods which he knows as well as the back of his own hand.

“Really?” Good-naturedly, the stranger shrugs and smiles. Youngjae belatedly realises that the stranger had never meant the observation as an insult. “If you say so, then I suppose I can’t argue. What’re you doing all the way out here?”

“Just visiting a friend.” Youngjae eyes him thoughtfully. Now that he’s paying better attention, he can see that the stranger isn’t a fellow villager. He must be one of the few who had chosen live in the woods instead.

The feeling that starts to spread through Youngjae’s body the more he stares at the stranger is difficult to place. Not admiration, nor some sort of rubbish, fantasy-inspired ‘love at first sight’… fascination, perhaps?  “What about you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around the village.”

“Right, where’re my manners? We’ve never met before.” The stranger raises a hand to the base of his neck, expression appropriately abashed. “I’m Jaebum, a woodcutter. It’s nice to meet you—?”

“Youngjae.” He supplies.

“Aha, Youngjae!” The sunny beam Jaebum smiles at him is bright enough to illuminate the forest. “Which friend are you visiting, Youngjae? I might know him, I live in the woods on the opposite side of the creek over there.” Jaebum gestures vaguely off somewhere to Youngjae’s right.

Youngjae picks up his rucksack before rising to his feet. “His name is Jackson. He lives in the opposite direction to you, I think.” Jaebum’s smile is so bright it’s beginning to make Youngjae uncomfortable, makes him hyper-aware of his every movement and subsequently causes him to think he’s going to do something very clumsy and regrettable. Here he attempts to make his getaway. “Anyway, I should be going now, so-“ he turns to leave.

“Ah, wait!”

Despite himself, Youngjae turns back. “What is it?”

Jaebum is rummaging through the bag Youngjae has only just noticed is slung over his back. He waits patiently for a few moments as Jaebum extracts a long, red cloak.

“Here, for you. It can get real cold in there.” Jaebum says, stepping so close Youngjae can smell the earth on his clothing as he fastens it around Youngjae. The cloak flutters down warmly and comfortably, and Youngjae can already feel the blood pooling embarrassingly in his cheeks as his mind registers the fact that Jaebum’s actually quite attractive up close.

“Thank you.” Youngjae hates the quaver in his voice.

What a relief, Jaebum doesn’t seem to notice Youngjae’s sudden nervousness. “Welcome! Now, I’d best be on my way too. Lots of things to do, trees to chop.” Smiling, Jaebum waves goodbye before turning and disappearing into the forest as swiftly as he had appeared.  

Youngjae blinks before shrugging and continuing on his way, red cape snug around his body.

How strange Jaebum is.

All the better to trick you with, my dear.

 -

Something coppery and rusty assaults Youngjae’s senses the moment he steps into Jackson’s cottage. Usually homey and warm, despite the early hour the cottage is dark and uninviting as Youngjae wanders through. Shadows leer at him from hideouts in the wall the more he stares, and standing still has invisible monsters grasping at his ankles. Youngjae gets the impression he’s in a horror story waiting to begin.

Or that it already has.

“Jackson?” He calls out wearily as he shuts the door behind him. His friend has a love of playing practical jokes on him, but it isn’t in Jackson’s nature to make it stretch out for so long. The punchline has come and gone, and his unease only grows as Youngjae ventures further.

The silence grows thick as he finally rounds the corner to Jackson’s bedroom. The door is ajar, and the inside is too dark for him to make out its contents.

Youngjae can only hear one set of breathing, and it belongs to himself.

Slowly, Youngjae pushes open the door.

He’s greeted with an empty room.

The smell of blood permeates the silence with a loud, vicious cackle.

 -

Beware the wolf, they say. Beware the Wolf, for people are disappearing and the village is in turmoil and the eye of the storm is staring at you unblinkingly. Anyone may be The Wolf’s next meal; the murderer’s next kill.

Sweet village boy Kunpimook was the first to disappear. Mischievous yet with a heart of gold, his naturally flighty nature had prevented anyone from searching for him for a full week. By the time a search party had been assembled, it was too late – nothing was ever found of his remains but a severed arm with the flesh falling from the bone in a way reminiscent to that chicken soup Youngjae once had and—stop thinking, stop! — his signature bracelet around the wrist.

Which, Youngjae remembers queasily, he had gifted to the boy back when they were tiny and still friends with a declaration that their “Friendship is forever!”

It had been too long since the kill, and with no further information to go by the whole affair had ended with a sombre funeral procession and a promise to never forget him.

Village life resumed with no further incident.

Kunpimook’s death was in fact, only remembered when the second villager disappeared. The recovery of the sweet fruit stall owner’s body was swift thanks to the sharp senses of the village dogs. A bush filled with the sweet perfume of its flowers and the coppery scent of blood had been the home of a head, torso and one foot. The kill was fresh.

Over the weeks, more people disappeared.

The fruit stall owner’s son, 27, riddled by grief and found in pieces staining the riverbank with his own personal stream.

The lady from the green cottage in the north, 80, sweet smile preserved even in death.

Names were etched in short-term memories and funeral processions held more often than village festivities. Enough parts were found from everyone combined that a human being would be able to be assembled, were it not for one crucial element.

The heart.

It was then that the nameless serial killer was given a moniker. The Wolf, who tears his or hers victims apart ruthlessly and recklessly and harvests the heart, vitality, as a symbol of the kill.

 -

It was Youngjae who discovered the fruit stall owner’s body whilst on an errand to pick berries. One of the dogs which had been obediently tailing behind him had suddenly sprung away as it caught the promise of blood. He’s had sporadic nightmares since then of empty eyes and decomposing flesh like tendrils as they reach out for him and beckon him to the great horrors of the beyond.

It’s after one such nightmare that he wakes up, sweating and gasping. He feels like he’s drowning, like he’s suddenly been tossed overboard into the sea alone. The sweat is sticking uncomfortably to his skin as he scans his surroundings for the unfamiliar reality of his dream yet finds the contents of his home.

(Two months have passed since Jackson’s disappearance. Talk has been quiet around Youngjae, but he knows that parts of the body have been recovered. The rest of the village has moved on, but Youngjae’s still stuck stationary in a point in the past.)

Sunlight filters in weakly through his thin curtains as he regains his breath. Youngjae’s mattress creaks wearily as he rises from bed, and he has to fight to keep his eyes open as he stumbles to his sink to splash cold water on his face – he’s never been an early riser, but slipping his eyes shut for even a second brings forth the memory of glassy, accusing eyes.

It’s always worse when it’s someone he knows.

Ignoring the aching in his back, Youngjae shuffles sleepily outside, waving good morning to his neighbours with faux cheer and taking in the hustle and bustle of the early village life. If night time in the forest calls for an intimate celebration, morning is a time of routine and friendly banter. Youngjae likes it in the morning – would like it better if he weren’t so sleepy all the time and if his memories could be cast aside for a little while, at least until he’s psychologically capable of coping with them.

“You look as awake as ever, Youngjae!” Jinyoung laughs with crinkled eyes and a wide gummy smile, as effervescent as ever even in the early hours of the morning. He’s already dressed for a fresh day of hunting, huntsman boots and thick furs wrapped snugly around his torso a deadly contrast to his friendly personality. When he pulls Youngjae into a hug it feels like he’s hugging a life-sized teddy-bear. 

Youngjae blinks blearily at his friend. “Give me an hour.” To get appropriately distracted from images my mind keeps sending me.

Jinyoung shakes his head with a laugh. “More like five hours!” He smiles conspiringly as he leans closer. “You’re in luck, though. I hear that you don’t have much to do today – a rare treat, hm?”

Considering that Youngjae has been getting these rare treats more often since Jackson died, it’s not really so rare.

Here, you must be grief-stricken. Don’t come to work so I don’t have to pay you… and so you can recover from this horrific, depressing ordeal.  

Youngjae shakes his head, dispelling his mind of the (wounded, vindictive) thoughts bouncing around in his mind.

Well, he’s not against taking advantage of this free time now that it’s been given to him.

-

He’s never visited, but Youngjae knows where to go. He dutifully rolls up his pant legs as he crosses the river and pauses by the riverbank to unroll them once more as he continues walking the path that for some reason he seems to know subconsciously. A small part of him is curious to know what this means, but Youngjae is practical and not too much a believer in ridiculous, unproven things like fate and destiny.

“Whoa, it must be fate that we’re meeting again!” A familiar voice laughs from behind Youngjae just as he prepares himself to knock.

Youngjae whirls around to meet the pleased grin of Jaebum with a shy smile of his own. “Or maybe I just decided to pay a visit.”

“That too,” Jaebum concedes as he reaches past Youngjae to open the unlocked door, “but my way sounds more poetic.”

Laughing, Youngjae accepts the unspoken invitation to come in. “Since when has a woodcutter needed to be able to wax poetry?”

“Since the woodcutter decided to try his hand at wooing an attractive young man.”

Startled, Youngjae pauses in his tracks as Jaebum turns to shoot him a cheeky grin. Youngjae can feel the blood rushing into his cheeks, and he glares at Jaebum as the grin morphs into what is definitely a smug smirk.

Laughing a bit too loudly and feeling self-conscious, Youngjae decides to ignore what Jaebum has just said, instead casting a look around the interior of the cottage. Unsurprisingly larger than Youngjae’s own, it’s decorated with furniture that appears homemade and skins that look soft to touch. The homely atmosphere has Youngjae relaxing within moments.

“Tea?” Jaebum pops up from beside him suddenly, and Youngjae jumps as he whirls around to face Jaebum. He looks amused as he offers Youngjae one of the two mugs in his grasp.

“Thank you.” Youngjae accepts the cup graciously despite the furious blush which has just returned to his cheeks.

Usually the sound of anyone laughing at him would have him seething, but as Jaebum’s laughter spills out pure and infectious, Youngjae can’t help but to join in.

-

Moonlight has settled amongst the treetops by the time Youngjae begins to head back to the village from Jaebum’s cosy cottage. Not far from the village, Youngjae is still smiling as he remembers the surprised look on Jaebum’s expression when he had pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek before leaving him frozen in the doorway.

Youngjae stops in his tracks, whirling around suddenly.

No, he isn’t just seeing things. 

There’s an arm on the tree beside him, crudely nailed in by a sharp, wooden spear. The blood looks like it’s still wet, and as Youngjae stands in transfixed horror, he feels something warm drip onto his clothes.

Lifting his gaze, he sees a few dark forms scattered amongst the branches of the tree, and the residue of warmth he has been carrying from Jaebum’s cottage flees in the wake of the cold dread which crawls over his body.

Dazed, Youngjae swipes at his clothes and sniffs his fingers.

Blood.

There’s a scream from behind him.

“The Wolf!”

Youngjae whirls around. He’s not sure what his expression is set in, but whatever he looks like, it’s enough to have the woman scrambling away, eyes never leaving his as she keeps screaming and lifts a finger to point at him and what’s next to him and—

A sick feeling settles into the pit of his stomach.

“The Wolf!” She repeats.

They’re close enough to the village for Youngjae to see the flickers of campfire and hear the sudden stillness that has overtaken the whole village.

Then there’s movement.

Youngjae is approaching the woman, she’s fleeing into the village and screaming, and all of a sudden Youngjae is certain that he’s not going to like what comes next. He knows that he should go and explain that he has simply discovered the body (again, and won’t that nice coincidence work against his favour), but he can’t move from his spot for some reason. It’s as if he’s so worn out and so shocked that all the energy has left him and he can’t do anything but wait haplessly for doom to arrive.

Jinyoung’s approaching. Youngjae feels the oddest, most inappropriate urge to laugh. He can only take so many strange things happening to him within the span of a few minutes.

He doesn’t laugh though, instead choosing to push the urge back as he tries to focus.

“Jinyoung, please, you’ve got to believe me-“ Youngjae’s cut off by Jinyoung running up to him and grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Leave, Youngjae.”

Youngjae’s mind goes blank. “What?”

“Don’t come back, they’ll hunt you down if they see you.” Jinyoung’s tone is desperate as he begins pushing Youngjae away.

Bewilderment is clouding Youngjae’s senses and hindering his every movement as he blindly allows himself to be pushed. “What?” He repeats and begins to push back belatedly, but it’s half-hearted and distracted as his brain starts to whirr once more. “But-“

“No, Youngjae. Listen. You can’t stay, the villagers have all decided that you’re the killer and there are orders to kill you on sight. You need to go, now.” Jinyoung glances fearfully behind his shoulder before turning back to face Youngjae. Traces of fear are still evident in his gaze, and the aftereffect makes it seem like he’s afraid of Youngjae.

Invincible hunter Jinyoung, afraid of meek nothing Youngjae.

“It wasn’t me, though!”

“Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter.” Jinyoung shoots back. “The villagers have decided you are the Wolf, so you need to go.”

They fall silent. The sound of footsteps in the distance seem to be growing faster and louder. Or maybe that’s the sound of his own heartbeat.

Youngjae exhales. “Alright.”

The instant relief is clear in Jinyoung’s features. “Good. Go now, and good luck.”

Jinyoung turns away and Youngjae feels like he’s in the woods again. Only this time, he’s not invisible. It feels like the predators are lurking amongst the foliage for the perfect moment to lunge, and suddenly he feels very, very vulnerable.

With no place to go except away, Youngjae flees into the forest.

-

Youngjae’s feet take him to Jaebum’s cottage, all the way across the river which splashes wetly against the legs of his pants because in his haste he has forgotten to roll them up. He’s shivering both mentally and physically and feels so cold and confused, and when Jaebum pulls open the door with a sleepy “Youngjae? It’s the middle of the night, why are you here?” he can’t help himself.

Collapsing against Jaebum who automatically and comfortingly wraps his arms around him, Youngjae weeps.

“Can I stay with you, Jaebum?”

“Of course.” Jaebum agrees instantly as he guides Youngjae inside.

He may be emotional, but Youngjae knows he’s thinking straight when he gets up from the bed which Jaebum had insisted he should sleep on and pads to the living room where Jaebum has made himself at home on his couch.

Youngjae hesitates in the doorframe long enough for Jaebum to sit up and ask, “Youngjae?” It sounds like he hasn’t been able to sleep either.

Taking a deep breath, Youngjae decides to let go of his worries for the night.

“Can we sleep together?”

Jaebum stares at him for a few moments, before nodding. “Are you cold, Youngjae?” he asks as he rises from the couch, grabbing his pillow as he does.

It’s a different kind of warmth Youngjae craves, and he makes that known once they’re in the bedroom.

-

Living with Jaebum isn’t bad. Jaebum’s an early riser and an incorrigible blanket-hog, but it doesn’t matter because the way he clings to him in his sleep is all the warmth Youngjae needs. They don’t try sleeping apart again after the first night, nor do they make love with quite the same frenzy.

Because the love which Jaebum gives him is enough to sustain a kingdom for an eternity of happily ever after, Youngjae feels calm and blessed, like he can spend the rest of his days with just one other person in his life and it won’t matter..

Love. It’s something which Youngjae never expected to find in his life, especially not here in the woods with a woodcutter and his- no, their- wooden cottage and humble lifestyle. But a few months after Youngjae had moved in, they had been playing around in the forest when Jaebum had laughed fondly “Oh Youngjae, I love you”.

It had been so sudden the both of them had stopped in their tracks to stare at each other with wide eyes, but Youngjae had rushed to Jaebum and Jaebum had hugged him tight at exactly the same moment that Youngjae had made contact with him, and the words had never been retracted.

Of course, there are some things which Youngjae doesn’t understand, like how sometimes Jaebum will disappear for ages on end without a single word. Another strange thing is that run-down shack in the clearing a few metres from their cottage that Jaebum warns Youngjae to stay away from. He says that sometimes he hears things at night that sound a little strange, but Youngjae has never noticed a thing.

The days pass by blissfully, and all is well.

-

“I found this in the shed.” Youngjae isn’t sure how he sounds. Hollow. Betrayed, perhaps. He certainly feels it. 

Jaebum stares in shock at the bloody axe lying on the grass between them. “What- Youngjae, why did you go in there?”

“Why is there so much blood?” Youngjae’s voice is rising, growing more and more hysterical as he motions to the shack behind him that he had finally, in a fit of curiosity opened. The insides are full of what Youngjae assumes to be Jaebum’s woodcutting tools… but they’re all covered in blood. The walls too are coated in a collage of blood in varying thicknesses, as if each splatter has been applied in a different moment in time. Each splatter belonging to a different person.

“Blood-“ Jaebum has the audacity to sound confused. Youngjae steamrolls over what he’s about to say.

“I should’ve known that there was something wrong. Stupid, naïve Youngjae, driven out from his village and oh so trusting of the kind forest dweller who decides to take him in. Was everything a lie? Am I here for you to bide your time with? Were you planning to make me your next kill?” He’s sure he sounds beyond hysterical by this point, but he doesn’t care. He has every right to.

Youngjae holds up the glass jar which weighs heavily in his grasp. He had found it amongst countless others inside the shack. This one is labelled ‘Jackson Wang’.

Jaebum recoils when he sees the heart.

“Youngjae, I-“

“No. Stop. This speaks for itself.” Youngjae stares, heartbroken and accusingly at Jaebum who he really doesn’t know that well. Not really, now that he thinks about it. “Did you ever love me?”

The question seems to snap Jaebum out of his thoughts. “Of course I love you!”

“How do I trust that you’re not lying?” Youngjae shoots back immediately.

Jaebum makes a noise of frustration. “If you’ll stop and let me explain, maybe you’ll believe me!”

“I can’t trust a liar or a murderer!” Youngjae voices his accusation for the first time.

There’s instant silence as the two regard each other, faces flushed and breathing heavily. Jaebum looks as ill as Youngjae feels, but he can’t bring himself to feel a single ounce of sympathy for the man who has been manipulating him for his entire stay.

“I… I need time to think.”

“Wait, Youngjae!”

Youngjae tears out of the clearing, away from the shack with its blood and shelves of preserved hearts, swift in his desire to escape the stifling atmosphere as fast as possible. His mind barely registers the presence of a shocked figure right beside the trunk of a tree he passes, his entire being focused on his one desire to get away.

So, he runs and doesn’t look back.

The game is drawing to a conclusion. The huntsman shall come to slay the wolf soon.  

-

He’s unsure how long he spends in the forest. It cannot be more than a half hour at best, but it’s just enough time for Youngjae to calm down and spend some time listening to the birds as he gathers his wits about him once more. When he deems the time is right, he gets up from the tree stump he had been seated upon (had Jaebum cut down the tree?) and begins to head back to Jaebum’s home.

As he approaches, he breaks into a jog, then a run. He needs to look like he’s had a sudden epiphany and has come rushing back in. He flies, cloak trailing behind him as he tears across the forest floor, uncaring of the twigs and leaves scratching uncomfortably at his skin as he runs with purpose and conviction until finally, he breaks into the same clearing he had left Jaebum in.

(The same clearing which Jinyoung had been lurking in the outskirts of.)

There’s no Jaebum to be seen. Youngjae looks confused as he surveys his surroundings and places the perfect amount of panic in his voice as he widens his eyes just like he did in Jackson’s cottage as he calls out “Jaebum? Jaebum, where are you?”

A rustle of movement from behind him has Youngjae whirling around, eyes still wide in frantic worry before confusion overtakes his expression at the appearance of someone he’s not supposed to expect.

“Jinyoung?”

“Youngjae.” His name is breathed out with relief, and before Youngjae knows it, Jinyoung’s body has slammed into his own and he’s being hugged into the ground.

“Jinyoung?” Youngjae repeats, sounding for all the world like a weak and scared errand boy who has been unfairly cast from his village and who has had their world come crashing down upon them. The tears spring to his eyes as he returns the hug warmly, before asking “Where’s Jaebum?”

The question has Jinyoung hugging Youngjae tighter to him even as they sit up. “Oh Youngjae, how could I have not realised that you were being manipulated all this time? What sort of friend am I?”

The rubbish kind who doesn’t answer questions when asked.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” Youngjae replies, sniffling as he repeats his question, “where’s Jaebum?”

Jinyoung frowns. “The Wolf,” he emphasises the moniker, “was taken to the village. They’ll have a formal hearing there, but he’ll be given a just punishment for his crimes.” His tone grows dark by the end of the sentence, but it softens when he looks down at Youngjae. “It was a good thing I was here to hear your conversation. I was here to pay you a visit, but… well, the timing was fortunate.”

“Yes,” Youngjae agrees, “very fortunate.”

Jinyoung smiles before raising a hand and running it through Youngjae’s hair. Just like his parents used to do when he was a child. “You’re safe now, Youngjae. I’m never letting you go.”

“I’ll never leave you, and you’ll never leave me.” Youngjae promises with a quavering voice.

What the wolf wants, the wolf gets after all.

“You’re safe now, Youngjae.”

Sniffling, Youngjae slips a hand into the pocket of his red cloak. One arm still wrapped around Jinyoung, he listens to the soothing of his friend as he extracts what he knows to be a silver dagger from within the depths of the cloak.

The red cloak which Jaebum had given to him.

(The foolish trust which Jaebum had given to him.)

“Safe?” Youngjae purposefully makes his voice tremble as he angles the dagger in his grasp behind Jinyoung’s back. Already, he’s beginning to extract himself from within his friend’s arms, but Jinyoung is so focused on making sure Youngjae is mentally alright that he’s paying no attention to his physical actions.

Oh Jinyoung, always the kind soul. The wolf appreciates an easy kill.

“Yes. Safe forever.”

Youngjae’s smile turns predatory.

“Excellent.”

-

“Where’s Jinyoung?” Youngjae’s asked by Jinyoung’s protégée (a newcomer to the village named Mark) as he seats himself down in the stands to watch the proceedings, red cloak loud amongst the subdued browns and greys.

No one spares Youngjae much more than a second glance. He’s already been apologised to for the village’s quick accusations, has even been paid in monetary compensation. Everyone has resolved to look for solid evidence next time they accuse someone of being a killer, and it had taken every ounce of Youngjae’s being to not burst into uncontrolled laughter right then and there.

He’s having a bit of a crisis, can’t decide how best to bleed out in the forest.

Youngjae shrugs distractedly as he eyes the proceedings with interest. “No idea.”

“—as such, the villagers have unanimously voted on Im Jaebum’s punishment. It has decided that he shall face the executioner’s axe.”

Jaebum, so invincible and strong in the woods looks like a weak chained animal as he stands with his hands bound behind his back. It seems like every heavy word of the village chief has the ability to drain a part of Jaebum’s soul from him, until at the conclusion of his sentence he looks for all the world like a corpse.

A bit of life flickers back into Jaebum’s eyes as the guards begin to lead him to the execution grounds, and the expression of terror and panic is drunken in with relish by the watching villagers who move as one to the grounds. They want to watch the Wolf to realise his mistakes. They want the Wolf to suffer like their loved ones have in turn.

Whilst the executioner readies his axe, Jaebum meets Youngjae’s eyes for the last time. The panic and confusion in his eyes is clear. Help me, Jaebum mentally begs.

Youngjae’s lips curl into an innocent smile. The realisation dawns in Jaebum’s eyes at the precise moment that the executioner raises his axe.

The axe falls, the huntsman slays the wolf, and everyone lives happily ever after.  

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Living Martionette ; Besitzt_Fics

Genre: AU, dark/horror

Length: one shot

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Tao and Kris are members of the Chinese mafia in Hong Kong. But when an assignment goes wrong, Tao takes the rap for Kris.

Read Here | submitted by: teaganbrooke

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Keep Your Hand At The Level Of Your Eyes by MonsterMince ( GwenJohn, GwenRhys | Complete | 8331 | E)

Five years after the events of COE, Gwen still misses her team and what she had. It's not much of a life without them, and when Rhys takes Anwen away until Gwen's willing to move on, of course John Hart turns up with an offer that's too tempting to refuse: A way to raise Ianto from the dead.

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There was no funeral, because there was no body, or maybe not yet.

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do you have any dark team fics?

dead on arrival by violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 13,582 | M) 

Ianto Jones wakes up. The only problem is, he's certain he was dead.

Be Gay Do Crime by TeamGwenee (JackIanto, GwenSuzie | Complete | 3,579 | NR)

Jack thinks they are anti-heroes. Others would call them villains. Suzie doesn't care either way. But they all have their origin stories.

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any good dark!jack fics?

The Picture of Javic Thane by thirteeninafez (JackIanto, Team | Complete | 22,392 | T)

The painting was an old Victorian portrait, showing a man sitting in an almost throne-like chair, posture perfect and facial expression stoic. Deep colours swirled from brilliant brush strokes, perfectly capturing the image it was displaying. It took Ianto a second to realise that the figure in the maroon, nearly purple suit (and matching bow-tie) was in fact the same man that was currently holding the painting in the Hub. “That’s what came through the Rift?” Ianto asked incredulously, trying to ignore the smile that was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Disinterred by seize (JackIanto | Complete | 17K | R)

"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets." (Andre Malraux)

Comfortable Horrors by alex51324 (JackIanto | Complete | 30K | R)

After the events of "Cyberwoman," Jack keeps Ianto prisoner in the Hub. This is not a full-on dark!Jack AU, but he isn't Uncle Fluffy in this one, either.