#i saw the moon this morning 🌙

[ruhlare]

[banj0possum]

could you ever try writing a poly between 3 vampires and male reader? like, reader is a painter and the vampires ask him to paint them something while in their house, and is just.. evolves. sorry if it doesn't make sense

Love Bites

Poly!Vampires x Male!Painter!Reader

CW: implied kidnapping, murder, implied vampirism

holy shit this is like one of the chillest fics ive made so far :0 anyways enjoy the funny vampire men !!

🌙 You always had a knack for finding beauty in everything, from the calming dance of raindrops amongst the smell of petrichor or the lovely reds and oranges of the fall when the leaves withered.

🌙 It was very handy considering what you did for fun.

🌙 You loved to paint, anything and everything you saw was inspiration for you. After a long day of delivering bread and pastries to the people in your village from your bakery, you would run up to your room and continue on the latest masterpiece you were working on.

🌙 Everyone in the village loved your work, many of them paying you for a painting of their own.

🌙 Life was simple and calm, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

🌙 But life decided fuck that bullshit.

🌙 Rumors and whispers filled the streets of the town, it wasn't like the usual talk like someone's daughter getting married or the like, it was much more...unusual.

🌙 News spread from neighboring towns of coffins being found unearthed and opened, shadowy figures roaming around in the late hours of the night, and bodies being found in the morning, drained from their blood.

🌙 It was a terrifying thought, but you didn't dwell upon it, you weren't the type to believe such rumors so easily, and yet a feeling of uneasiness lingered within your soul.

🌙 Your town was no longer the vibrant, happy place it once was before. Windows that once had lovely flowers and laundry lines hung on them were shut day and night, the busy streets you once traversed were covered in a gloomy fog. It really was like an evil has brought itself to your home.

🌙 Or should I say evils?

🌙 In the midst of all the tension, 3 men came to your town. Eccentric was an understatement when describing them, it was like the horrors and whispers of death and murder didn't faze them a bit.

🌙 Even so, you were happy to see something other than terrified faces and panicked expressions.

🌙 You greeted them politely during a cloudy day and noticed how covered they were. One had a large hat on, the other draped in a black cloak and the last holding a parasol that shrouded him in darkness.

🌙 "Good afternoon to you too, me and my friends here are just visiting this quaint little village, how uhm...calm..it is here..hah.."

🌙 The cloaked one chuckled whilst looking to the empty streets.

🌙 "My, my! Aren't you that famous painter I've been hearing about! I'd love to get a painting done from you, but it seems everyone here is quite busy with other things.." says the one in the hat.

🌙 "Oh no! I'd love to paint for you! Come, let's talk more in my bakery. Painting is more of a secondary job for me." You guide the men to your home as you hear the cawing of crows overhead.

🌙 Days pass and you grow closer to the men. You learned that their names were Viktor, Garrick and Silas.

🌙 Viktor had long, silky hair the color of raven's feathers. His eyes shone like two rubies in the dim light of the lanterns you lit around the house. He wore a black cape which hid a wine-red vest.

🌙 He was a gentleman and had a love for poetry. He would recite his favorites to you as you painted next to him. One interesting thing you learned was that he's scared of mice. 'Dreadful things' he calls them, you found it quite adorable once when you two were talking and he suddenly squealed and pulled his feet up at the sight of a small mouse crawling passed your floors. His face, although still as pale as the moon, turned into a light red.

🌙 Garrick had messy, dark hair. His fingers were always adorned with golden rings, and he wore a somewhat stained white, ruffled shirt, you can't tell what it's stained with though. His eyes were a deep purple, one of them covered by his locks. He was unusually flirtatious with you. You joked how he should be courting women, not a baker's son such as yourself, but he whined and cooed how irresistible you were to him, why wouldn't he be interested in a boy like you!

🌙 Silas is a bit darker skinned than the others, who were unusually pale. he had round black glasses and silver hair under a dark hat. Over his shoulders draped a coat, you weren't able to decipher what he kept under it, only that they were vials of strange substances. His eyes were the color of amber, like the hues of leaves that fell in the autumn. Rather shy, he was, always looking away from your eyes whenever he talked with you. He had an interest in flowers, always handing you one whenever he visited for inspiration purposes of course...

🌙 You wouldn't notice it at first, but they've gotten quite a liking to you, protective even. They would always check up on you, if you've been eating, who you've talked to today, things like that.

🌙 It was only until they scared off a young lady for making small talk with you that you started to notice something was off about them.

🌙 When you heard the next day her body was found dead with bite marks on her neck and drained of her blood, you started to worry.

🌙 You started avoided them after that, making excuses to not invite them over to your bakery, walking the other way the moment you see them down the street. They noticed your strange behavior towards them and knew something was wrong with you.

🌙 They didn't buy your silly act at all...

🌙 "You just had to leave the body there, didn't you?!"

🌙 "What? It's fun seeing them all scared and panicky!"

🌙 "Hahah yes but uhm...there's no food out anymore..."

🌙 You heard their voices by your door during the late hours of the night. The feeling that your new friends were not what they seem festered in your mind, but your kind nature overrode your fear and you opened your door.

🌙 "Hey! It's dangerous out there! Do you want to be gutted or something?"

🌙 The 3 of them were walking along the moonlit streets when they heard your voice.

🌙 "A-Ah! Yes! Uhm...of course, excuse us, we just came back from uh..."

🌙 "A pub-"

🌙 "A pub! Yes! And we've somehow lost our way! Could you, by chance, let us stay the night? Our inn is particularly far you see.."

🌙 You unlocked your door and let the 3 gentlemen in, going to the kitchen to warm up some bread and tea for them.

🌙 "Make yourselves at home! Apologies for the mess, I been really busy lately..." you say sweetly. Viktor nods with a smile and they all sit down, whispering softly amongst one another.

🌙 As you wait for the tea to warm, you get a good look at the 3 men.

🌙 Pale skin, pointed ears, not to mention their eyes, they have to be. You had to stop yourself from gasping when Garrick laughed, revealing his sharp fangs. Fear bubbled in your stomach once more until you heard the whistle of your kettle.

🌙 After giving them their tea, you feigned a yawn and told them you were off to bed, giving directions to the spare quarters before going in your room and waiting by your door for any sounds, grabbing a broken paintbrush you accidentally snapped, a makeshift wooden stake..

🌙 You then hear the men climbing the stairs, a conversation being exchanged between them.

🌙 "Shame we must drink from him now, he was such a darling though.."

🌙 "Oh, but I believe I'm quite well off with those wonderful treats he offered us. It's a mystery how someone as wonderful as him isn' married yet..."

🌙 "Unfortunate as it is, I don't think it would be in our best interest if the boy lives.."

🌙 Your heart pounded faster as you heard them talk about you. Your hunch was true, these men are the demons that have ravaged your town. You scrambled to your bed as you hear them walk to your room.

🌙 Your door creaks open as you grip your blanket tight. Footsteps approach you as you feel a dip in the bed.

🌙 "I can hear your cute little heartbeat darling~ I know you're awake~" You hear Viktor purr, tears start to well up in your eyes as they open.

🌙 A hand caresses your cheek and brushes your hair away from your face. You brace yourself as you feel Viktor's cold breath near your neck. You dare not move lest the beast lying next to you devour you whole.

🌙 "Do we have to Viktor?" You hear Silas say in a sorrowful tone.

🌙 "I'm with Silas with this one, why can't we just..I don't know, bring him with us?"

🌙 Viktor pulls back as he pauses for a moment. You could hear the smirk on his face when he chuckles. "Actually, that's not a bad idea Garrick.."

🌙 The next morning, the townspeople saw that your front door was wide open, a window or two was broken and paintings that hung on every wall was gone. There was no sign of you. The only thing that remained was a stain of blood on your bed and claw marks on the walls of your bedroom...

oOOoOooooOo cliffhanger or whatever :00000 part 2 soon !! sorry this one took so long, i had a hard time with the story and such..

And as usual, gay men doodles <3

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hi, I saw your "y/n's fur changes color based on the moon phase" and I was wondering if you could do a extension of that, like, y/n's fur turns red when there's a red moon out and blue when there's a blue moon out, and it's sudden too, like, the Wukong's will sleep with y/n for the night, and they originally had white fur, but when they wake up, she suddenly has red/blue fur.

Part 2 of the Moon Fur 🌙

(Lmk Wukong) it's really interesting to him. It's one thing for you to change from full moon to dark moon. Then he goes and learns that you can change into other colors too, he woke up one morning to find your fur was red because of the red moon that was coming out. Then a few years later the blue moon came and your fur matched the moon color, now he wonders what other color you'll be His eyes sparkle in astonishment.

(NR Wukong) It doesn't normally matter what color You are to him, but as long as you remain fluffy and cute. Wukong was amazed by how you can match the moon, when the red moon was our he called you bloody Mary because of your fur , and when the blue moon came out he called you bluebell. You were always so beautiful and fluffy and he's always interested in what color You would be and how you would match the moon.

(HIB Wukong) He and the children were getting ready for bed, when the notice immediately that your fur was blue. Luier head exploded with all the questions he had, and Silly girl was playing with your blue fur in joy. You remind him of a beautiful jewel like a diamond, and then they saw your fur turn red reminded him of a blood diamond. In other words you were even more beautiful with you color changing moon fur.

(MKR Wukong) His mind was blown by this discovery, along with fruity. You had caught him of guard when your fur color changed, to the phases of the moon. Then when he was asleep and got up along with the pilgrims everyone was surprised to see your Blue fur, which surprised Wukong and Fruity had noticed and flew and admire your new look. Then a few years later he finds that your fur is now red along with the moon. Wukong was very curious and secretly Amazed from this Anomaly.

(Netflix Wukong) HE wants to know everything. He Admittedly have so many questions for you and how your fur seriously work. Like you match the full moon one time for goodness sake, then he finds You can at one point match both the red and the blue moon. This is so cool to him and would try to study it so he would collect stray fur from you and He finds that even when it's not on your body anymore they would change along with you. He finds you so amazing and Mysterious.

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[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Courage

Words: 967

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Sirius, James and Lily were alone in the dormitory. Sirius suspected that James and Lily wanted to be alone in the dormitory, but what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t deliberately make his life harder every so often?

“Where’s Moons?” He said, head hanging off the side of his bed, looking at them upside down.

“Why don’t you take the map and go and find him?” James suggested, with a glare.

“Hmmm, maybe I don’t want to spend time with Moony after all. Maybe I want to stay here and… read.” He grinned at them.

“Yeah, like you’re going to turn down spending time with Remus alone.” Lily laughed, “Just go and kiss him already.”

Sirius wasn’t sure if his face was turning red from that comment or from hanging upside down. He chose to believe it was the latter. “Go and what?”

“You heard me.” She set her green eyes fiercely on his and honestly, if he was into girls, he’d have been so into it. Good for James. “Go and confess your undying love.”

Sirius stared at her, before rolling over to stare at her the right way up. “My… what?!”

Lily looked at James, “Does he not know?” James shrugged, “Sirius. You are aware that you’re in love with Remus, right?”

From the look on Sirius’ face, he did not know. His eyes flicked from one to the other, “That feels like something I’d be aware of before you.”

“And?” James looked at him over the top of his glasses.

“As far as I’m aware, Moony is my friend?” He said slowly.

“What did you do after the last moon?” James asked softly. He really thought Sirius had pieced this all together. “When he was in the hospital wing for three nights?”

“I snuck into Honeydukes and got him a load of chocolate.” James continued to look at him, “And I sat with him when Poppy would let me.”

“And?”

“I read to him?” He said in a small voice. “I let him sleep on me.”

“Not that I wouldn’t love for you to take a nap on me,” James weighed his words carefully. “But do you think that your actions are more like those of a… boyfriend?”

Sirius blanched and looked over at the door, “But that’s just how me and Moons are.”

Lily facepalmed violently. “Oh, love, you’re so close to getting it.”

“When Remus is sick, you feel…” James prompted.

“Worried?” He frowned.

“When he smiles at you over the tea you make him each morning, you feel?”

“Happy. All warm inside and—” His eyes snapped to Lily’s, “Oh fuck!”

“There it is!” She cheered.

“I love Moony? Wait— I love Moony!” His face was alternating between pure shock and pure joy. “Prongs! I love Moony!”

“We know you do.” He laughed, “I think everyone knows that you do.”

“Does Moony know?” He stilled, face pausing on shock.

“I think almost everyone knows.” Lily smiled at him.

A crease appeared between Sirius’ eyebrows, “Does he… Would he even want…?”

James looked at him like he was an idiot. Maybe he was an idiot. Perhaps this was just a ploy to get him out of the dorm, but surely they wouldn’t stoop that low. “Pads. Of course, he does.”

“Right. Ok then. Alright.” He exhaled sharply, “So I should go and— Alright then.” He got to his feet and grabbed the map from the end of James’ bed. “I’m going to go now before the Gryffindor courage deserts me.”

“Good man!” James shot him finger guns while Lily covered her face with her hands. “Go get your werewolf, Pads!”

Sirius shook his head as he left the dorm. He checked the map. Remus was… in an empty classroom with Dorcas. Oh. As he approached the classroom, his heart lurched as he saw the door was shut. He knocked and waited. Dorcas opened the door.

“It’s just Sirius.” She called back to Remus. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk to Remus.” He said coolly. “If you’re not too busy.”

“Just girl-talking.” Remus appeared behind her, beaming at him, his bag slung over his shoulder. “You need me?”

Sirius realised that he really did, but all he could do was nod.

“Wow, you rendered him speechless. Can you teach me how to do that?” Dorcas stage-whispered to Remus, who pushed her back into the room as he stepped out of it.

“Dorm?” He asked, brightly. He didn’t look like he’d just been kissed. He realised that he knew just what that Remus looked like, and every time he’d seen it for a good while, he’d hated it. Well that made sense now.

“Lames.” He shook his head, “Better not.”

Remus nodded, “Tapestry?” Sirius nodded and followed him to the passage behind the tapestry on the second floor. “Do I need to sit down for… whatever this is?” He smiled.

Sirius shook his head, “No, you might want to make a quick getaway, so… standing is fine, good. It’s good.”

Remus looked concerned, “What’s going on, Pads?”

“I’m in love with you.” It came out too fast and too loud. Remus just stared at him, expressionless. “Moons?”

“I— what?”

“It turns out that I’m in love with you.” Sirius looked down the corridor, not wanting Remus to see the panic in his face. “Apparently everyone knows but us.”

“I knew,” Remus said in a low voice. Sirius’ head snapped around to look at him. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

When Remus kissed him, it cemented everything for him. His hand on the back of Sirius’ neck felt like it had always been there, his soft lips moving against Sirius’ was the most natural thing in the world. It was him and Remus. Of course, it was.

[thelambliesdown1974]

Okay but like walking across 🚶‍♂️ the sitting room 🐒🪑 I turn the television 📺 on 🔛 sitting beside you I look into your eyes 👁️ as the sound 🎼 of motor cars 🚗 fade in the night time 🌝 I swear I saw your face change 😲 it didn’t seem quite right 🤔 and it’s hello babe! 👋 with your guardian eyes so blue 👀 hey my baby 👶🏼 dont you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 coming closer 👬 with our eyes 👁️ a distance falls around our bodies ⬅️➡️ out in the garden 🪴 the moon 🌙 seems very bright 💡 six 6️⃣ saintly shrouded men ✝️ move across the lawn 🏡 slowly the seventh walks in front 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ with a torch 🔦 held high in hand 🤚 and it’s hey babe! 👋👶🏼 your suppers waiting for you 🍝 hey my baby! 👋👶🏼 don’t you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 I’ve been so far from here 🌄 far from your loving arms 😘 it’s good to feel you again 🥰 it’s been a long long time ⏳⌛️… hasn’t it🤔…………………… I know 🤓 a farmer 👨‍🌾 who looks after a farm 🌾 with water clear 💧 he cares for all his harvest 🥕 I know 🤓 a fireman 👨‍🚒 who looks after the fire 🔥… cant you see he’s fooled you all 😈 yes it’s him again 🤯 can you see he’s fooled you all 😢 share his peace ☮️ sign the lease 📑 he’s a super sonic scientist 👨🏻‍🔬 he’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man 🙏 look! 👀 look into my mouth 👄 he cries 🗣️ and all the children 👧🏼 passed down many paths 🛤️ I bet my life you’ll walk inside 🚶‍♂️ hand in hand 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 gland in gland 😵‍💫 with a spoonful 🥄 of miracle 🕊️ it’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary 🙏 (we will rock you 🪨 rock you 🪨 little snake 🐍 we will keep you snug ☺️ and warm 😊…………………… wearing feelings 😁 on our faces 💁‍♂️ while our faces took a rest 😴🛌 we walked across the fields 🌾 to see the children 👦🏼 of the west 🧭 but there was a host of dark skinned warriors 🤺 standing still below the ground 👇🏻 🌎 waiting for battle! ⚔️ fights begun they’ve been released 😡 killing for for peace ☮️ bang bang bang! 💥 bang bang bang! 💥 and they’ve given me a wonderful potion 🧪 but I cannot contain my emotion 😭 and even though I’m feeling good 😌 👍 something tells me 🧐 I better activate my prayer 🙏 capsule 💊 todays the day 📆 to celebrate 🎉 the for have met their fate 🪦 the order for rejoicing 🥳 and dancing 🕺 has come from our warlord 🤴…………………… wandering through the chaos 🥾 the battle has left ⚔️ we climb up the mountain of human flesh 🗻 to a plateau of green grass 🏞️ and green trees 🌳 full of life 🕊️ a young figure 👦 sits still by a pool 🌊 he’s been stamped human bacon 🥓 by some butchery tool 🔪 he is you 🫵 social security 🧑‍⚖️ took care of this lad we watch 👀 in reverence as narcissus 😌 is turned to a flower 🌸 a flower? 🌸 …………………… if you go down ⬇️ to willow farm 🌳 to look for butterflies 🦋 flutterbyes gutter flies 🪰 open your eyes 👁️ it’s full of surprise 😲 eye one lies like a fox 🦊 on the rock 🪨 in the musical box 🎶📦 there’s mum and dad 👨‍👧👩‍👧 and good and bad 😇😈 and everyone happy to be here 😋 there’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag 👠 he used to be a British flag 🇬🇧 plastic bag 🛍️ what a drag 🙄 the frog was a prince 🫅 the prince was a brick 🧱 the brick was an egg 🍳 the egg was a bird 🦅 have you heard 👂 yes! We’re happy as fish 🐟 and gorgeous and geese 🦢 and wonderful clean in the morning 🧼 we’ve got everything 🤑 we’re growing everything 🌱 we’ve got some in ⬅️ we’ve got some out ➡️ we’ve got some wild things 👹 floating about 🕴️everyone 👦👩🧑 we’re changing everyone 😧 you name them all we’ve had them here 👈 and the real stars are still to appear! ⭐️🤩 feel your body melt 🫠 mum 👩 to mud 🪱 to mad 😡 to dad 👨🏻 dad diddly office ✏️ dad diddly office ✏️ you’re all full of ball 🏀 dad 👨🏻 to dam 🦫 to dumb 😛 to mum 👩 mom diddly washing 🧽 mom diddly washing 🧽 you’re all full of ball 🏀 let me hear you lies 👂 we’re living this up 🆙 to the eyes 👀 mama I want you now! 😩

[loveroffictionalmen]

Can I please get a nice fluffy Fred Weasley one shot please? As fluffy as you can possibly imagine. I'm thinking like an 'over the years' type thing, where like it's when they first met, to their first quidditch game and their first date and so on. Fem!reader please <333

Nightmare ✨🌙

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Lupin!fem!reader

Description: When reader has a nightmare, Fred is the one to comfort her.

Warnings: nightmares/flashbacks, a little teeny bit of cursing, angst but fluff at the end, a little bit of gore.

Words: 662

Prompt: “You’re alright, love. You’re okay.”

A/N: Anything for you Eden, hope you like it bae <3 I know this isn’t exactly what was requested but Eden and I talked about it beforehand and she said it was okay to change the prompt, so here’s what all of my Freddie whores get!

“Lock your door, sweetheart, and remember, don’t come out until morning. 9 AM, sharp, we’ll have pancakes,” He told her, his face twisting in a feeling that y/n didn’t quite understand. Remus knew the moon would be out soon, and he could feel himself changing already. The tingle in his spine and the stretching of his skin would indicate that. In a hurry, he shut y/n’s door, a little too hard.

Y/n knew that she had to stay in her room. Ever since she could remember, once a month her father would tell her to go in her room, lock the door, and turn on the television as loud as she could tolerate. He told her that if she got bored of the TV, she was allowed to use the record player to play her favourite songs and have a dance party for as long as she liked.

Y/n liked these nights because it was the one night a month she was allowed to stay up as long as she wanted. She never could stay up all night, though she always tried.

After she had turned on her favourite show and settled into bed, she heard a strange noise coming from the room over. It made her grimace, it was an animalistic sound. Something must have slipped into the house while her father was going to sleep! She had to protect him.

Against her better judgement, she unlocked her door, and peeked her head out into the hallway. The growls were louder, borderline shrieks. She knew her father was in trouble now, there was no way he could be making those sounds!

As she got closer and closer to the door, her heart rate quickened. What was she supposed to do, she thought. She didn’t know a bit of magic, and she was far too small to fight off an animal. Maybe, she thought, if she could find out what was attacking her father, she could call for help.

She opened the door, her heart beating faster than ever. She saw a tangle of matted fur and claws, but most of all, sharp, yellow teeth. She shrieked, trying to run backwards and falling over in the process. The animal snarled and ripped the door open, pouncing on the little girl and shredding her skin with its claws.

Y/n screamed for help, begging for her father, wherever he was, to come help her. She screamed and screamed and screamed-

“Y/N!! Wake up!” A groggy voice woke y/n, making her nearly jump out of bed.

“Help! Help...” Y/n continued, still half in her dream. She kicked and punched, and Fred had to wrap his arms around her so that she would stop trying to pummel him.

“It’s me! It’s Freddie! You’re alright love, you’re okay,” Fred said, panic surging throughout him, making his stomach churn. Since y/n had moved in with him when she graduated, she had a few nightmares like this. She never told Fred what they were about, but it scared the shit out of Fred every time.

“Fred...I didn’t...mean,” Y/n said in between pants.

“It’s okay love, it’s okay,” Fred said, stroking her hair and letting her bury her head in the crook of his neck.

After she had taken a few deep breaths, and her heart rate had turned back to normal, Fred took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

“This is the third time this week, my love. You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Unlike Georgie”

“Not tonight,” Y/n shook her head. If she was completely honest, she didn’t know why she didn’t want to tell him. It wasn’t like she was trying to keep secrets from him. It just felt like it would be a lot, and she didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“Fair, but remember, I’m here for you, my love.”

[polluxstarshine]

Smiling Critters Dates ( Head canon ) Part I.

It's obvious who's my favorite one 🧍‍♀️....

DOGDAY ( 🐶☀️ )

- He plans the dates, every time. At points where you now try to plan them but he always beats you to it

- But today, you managed to beat him, you my dear reader, and had managed to finally plan a date! ( He was shocked )

- It was a simple date, a picnic date where you brought a frisbee and teenies ball. You see, Dogday likes to play fetch. So you brought them

- He was happy as well. You managed to plan a date before him AND play fetch with him!

- Rest of the day, you both spent it by playlist fetch, laughing, talking, and eating. At the end of the day, he took you to his place. At first you didn't know why... But you weren't complaining because the both of you ended up cuddling " As a reward for beating me to plan a date " he said.

- Honestly, all in all, the date went great! And now you both are just cuddling. Yay!!

As the Dog and the Sheep made their way to the dogs house, the dog pauses “ Hey, (name) ” He said the sheep's name, who turns to look at him “ Yes Dogday? ” They asked with a small smile. Dogday smiles back before hugging them, they chuckle as they return the hug back “ Thank you, for everything. ” He mutters “ Any time, Sun. ”

CATNAP ( 🐱🌙 )

- You plan the dates :3

- You planned on sleeping dates, it would be planned in your house. You had set everything up in there ( Like changing the bedsheets and blankets, to leaving the aircon on so it would be nice and cold )

- You think he loves it, which is bonus points for you, the real points is when the both of you got comfy in bed and you pet his head, and he begins to purr, that's the best.

- The rest of the day you spent it sleeping and reading stories with or for him. You didn't mind it though it was the best.

- The date went lovely... The question is... How are you doing to make him leave the comfortable bed of yours?

- Here's your answer, you can't.

“ Catnapp ” The sheep wines as they try to get their partner off them “ I need to get up ” They tried to reason, the only response to that was purring. After a few minutes they gave up with a defeated sigh “ fine... ” They mutter, Catnap chuckles in victory.

BOBBY BEARHUG ( 🐻 ♥️ )

- The both of you take turns making dates

- Today, it was your turn. And you planned to go on those swan boats! She loved it, kissing you all over your face before giving you her best bear hugs!

- The both of you pedaled around the lake taking in the scene and taking pictures ( mostly of you because you are the scene ✨ )  and asking questions, some personal, some silly.

- The rest of the day you both pedaled around the lake, went out for ice cream afterwards and got to know each other more than before!

- The date was the best and the most lovely, you were the one who brought her to her home. You had dinner in her place :3

“ Let's do that again another time! ” The bear suggested, placing the plates in front of the sheep, who giggled in response “ Sure! I don't mind ” She gave them her best bear hug after that.

HOPPY HOPSCOTCH ( 🐇🥮 )

- You plan the date, because they kept planning it.

- Today, the both of you gone to your house. Reason why? " My house is the closest to the sky " you said, this left them confused. Until they finally got to your house and saw the telescope. They were jumping up and down in joy!

- You taught them about the planets and stars that day, the facts and stories behind them. I'm pretty sure the both of you just read and told each other the things you knew about the moon.. it was nice though!!

- They didn't go back home because it was already dark. So they stayed with you in your room until the morning. You both ended up staying up until 3 am ( 💀 )

- You both had dinner and ate moon cakes! ( Made by you obviously. )

“ Thank you for telling me about the moon, (name)! ” Hoppy said as they held the sheep's hooves “ Haha, anything for my moon lover. ” The sheep teased before placing a kiss on the rabbits cheek, their grin widens “ One day, I'll bring you to the moon with me ” “ I can imagine that. ”

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HATE 5: Shadow (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, drug use, yoongi is a tease and I'm putting it as a warning, Explicit sex (yes, finally), oral (female), fingering

🌙 Chapter wordcount 2.7k

🌙 Series Index

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🌙 HATE 5: Shadow 🌙

Mansion of the 7 Moons, outskirts of Seoul, South Korea.

Shadow.

Seventh moon.

Sadist.

Suga.

He had been called so many names throughout his life that sometimes he even forgot his own.

What was it?

Oh right... Yoongi.

No one had called him by his own name since the death of his parents.

He stopped being Min Yoongi the day he became an orphan. One day he was the clan's golden boy and the next morning he belonged to the streets.

And a few years later he belonged to Kim DoHan

Not even the members of The Seven Moons, his brothers, knew his real name.

In the eyes of the rest of the world, Suga was one of the seven children of Kim DoHan. Although his blood did not run through his veins, The Leader was his father.

Although that's not entirely true...

You see, Yoongi's father, Min Jungki, and Kim DoHan had grown up together. Both were the favorites of the previous Clan Head to inherit the business, since they were considered the best warriors.

Legends amongst the streets of Seoul.

While Kim DoHan was known as the devil.

Min Junki was known as the shadow.

One would put a bullet in your head looking into your eyes.

And The other you would never see him coming, until the last thing you felt was a bullet through your head

The young Min Jungki had grown up among the elites of the mafia, being the eldest son of the former Second in Command and surrounded by all the luxuries of the clan’s life. While Kim DoHan had joined the family during his teenage years; he had grown up on the streets and inevitably ended up in a criminal organization.

Deja vu..

It's ironic when history repeats itself. But never the same way twice.

The old Leader did not have sons, but a daughter...

Yoongi's mother.

Whom he had protected with all his power from getting involved in the clan's business. However, with her kindness and beauty she won the hearts of both young gangsters, who tried to win her.

Kim Dohan wanted power.

Min Jungki loved the girl.

Although there wasn't really a fight, Yoongi's parents loved each other from the first moment they met. As expected, the devil didn't like losing.

But Kim Dohan saw Junki as a brother and when he was killed during the clan war, the now Leader did everything possible to protect Yoongi and his mother.

Much more than what he did for his own family.

But the Devil's efforts were in vain.

The triads found Yoongi and his mother at the house where they were hiding outside the city of Daegu.

His mother was killed in front of his eyes.

While Yoongi was hiding behind some bushes in the backyard.

“Go away and don't look back” were the last words his mother said to him. The triads burned down the house with her body inside and not finding him they assumed Yoongi’s body had disintegrated from the flames.

But they were wrong, Yoongi had escaped.

Seven years is too young to become an orphan.

Too young to live on the streets.

Kim DoHan became The Clan’s Head shortly after. Due to the death of his brother and his first love, he would now be the only heir to the clan. The Devil took a few years to find young Yoongi who no longer used that name.

On the streets of Daegu he was known as Suga.

A vandal, street fighter, a professional thief and con artist.

He was only 14 years old and his name was already feared in the city.

He still remembered the face of his brothers the day he arrived with The Leader to the clan. A skinny Child, with dark hair falling over his eyes and some injuries that looked quite recent, it was obvious that he had been fighting for a long time.

He was just a kid, but he was terrifying.

However, Jin looked at him curiously, as if he had never seen someone of low class before. He approached to shake his hand only to stop on his tracks, terrified to see the murderous eyes of the newcomer.

And Namjoon...

He didn't like this Suga at all. What kind of stupid name was that? He was an intruder, an outsider, he would never have a place in his family.

For the present Suga, those ghosts didn't torment him. He truthfully didn't give a shit what his pretentious brothers thought of him.

Fuck them.

But he had other shadows, much darker ones that haunted and tormented him.

And it was at night that it was more difficult for him to escape from them.

That's why he sat on the balcony of his room to try to ease the pain of his past crimes. He smoked the shadows away, trying to forget all the blood on his young hands.

That's what young Yoongi grew up to become, a monster, a murderer who only followed his master's orders, a pawn in a game he had no power in and damn how he hated himself for it.

Weed.

Alcohol.

Pills.

Sometimes mixed them all together so he could numb all the pain away for a few hours at least. They said a good dealer never did his own goods. But, hey, at least he was sure he pushed top notch shit to the streets. But even every ounce of drugs trafficked in his cargo ships could not make his shadows stop tormenting him.

It sounded like a bad joke, a killer with a conscience.

A killer who knew what kind of monster he had become.

He owed his life to his Leader, that was true, but he also knew that he had already paid off his debt with more than enough interest. Hell, he had paid for his debts in his next life. But none of that mattered, he had sworn an oath.

His life belonged to the clan.

That is why that morning, after the clan meeting ended and his father told him to disappear all the bodies of the members they executed.

He couldn’t say No. 

When the Leader also ordered him to make sure their families wouldn’t go looking for them.

He couldn’t say No. 

Yes, he was the one in charge of the traffic operations. But also he was his father's little shadow.

His personal hitman.

And when his father told him to follow a certain newly arrived heiress.

Well… 

He really didn’t want to say no to that one.

When he was going to take another puff on his joint, he heard three shy knocks on his bedroom door.

The fuck?

Everyone knew in that house that his door was always open…

Unless, you know, he was busy.

He was about to ignore them until he heard you.

“Hey, sorry I came to give back your clothes. I'm going to leave them here, on this table is it ok?”  That made him smile. Suga felt like he couldn’t move fast enough to be in front of you.

“Oh Little flower” he called you in his low voice, he didn't expect to see you but God knew how much he wanted to “haven't they told you that it's not appropriate for a lady like you to come knocking on the door of a man like me at this time of night?” 

He loved to see how you flinched every time he called you flower. He couldn’t really help it. You were pretty, you smelled like lilies and you looked like you were hiding a dark secret he wanted to discover. 

It’s been a while since the last time someone made him so intrigued. 

”I came to give back your clothes” you said with that know-it-all tone he really was starting to like  “And I did. So I'm leaving, clearly you're busy”

”Oh, I might not be as refined as the rest of my brothers. But I am a gentleman. For you, I have all the time in the world, flower. You still don’t smoke?”

”No, I don't. I told you”

He wanted to keep you in his room he knew his father had asked him to get information from you and he would be lying if he didn’t admit he also had other selfish reasons to do so. But, earlier today he noticed that holster under your skirt and the way you took down Hobi.

Don’t get him wrong, that was hot, but also suspicious.

Very fucking suspicious. 

And he needed an explanation a very good one that dind't end up with you cooperating with an enemy clan, or worse...

A fucking cop.

That is why he cornered you on his door and put his thumb under your chin to give you the most lustful smile he could.

You didn’t even notice when he took your gun. 

The oldest trick in the book Suga tought thinking it was almost too easy to fool you.

“Oh flower. I don’t kiss and tell. Do you?” 

“I don’t” you answered

“Then tell me why a pretty girl like you is carrying a gun like this”

 

He didn’t finish what he was about to say when he felt your soft lips on his. It was a brief second and then you moved a few centimeters back to look at him, doe eyed “My daddy gave it to me” Suga felt like the gates of hell had opened inside him. 

He now knew you were lying. 

There is no fucking way Mr. Lee had given you a gun.

Oh but that fucking word.

He really wanted to hear it again on your lips. 

But that was for another day, right?

Right, he needed to get his mind out of his pants and concentrate.

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips right before he crashed them against yours again. A hungry kiss charged with a tension none of you wanted to admit. His tongue licked your bottom lip and his hand traveled from your chin to gently hold your neck. Suga wasn’t asking for permission.

He was going to devour you and deal with the consecuences tomorrow.

Fuck the mission.

“Didn’t you say you were a gentleman? But here you are kissing me in the middle of a hallway still holding my gun” You said breathless between kisses "Is that how guys flirt here in Korea?" 

“Oh pretty flower, no one comes to this side of the house unless they have a death wish” He grabbed you by the hips and spun you around so your back was now pressed to the wall next to the very open door “I came… to this side of the house” you bit his lip and he felt his body growing harder “Yes, yes you did little flower. Do you have a death wish?” Suga’s hands were everywhere like he knew deep down that out of all of the sins he had ever committed in his life…

You were the only one he would never regret. 

To the point he was questioning his sanity; It was very much unlike him to be melting for a pair of pretty eyes, that very misterious aura surrounding you and those lips.

Those fucking lips.

If The Leader knew what he was about to do

Suga would be also called a dead man. 

“Yes, I have a death wish” your smile was wicked, like a siren about to eat her prey whole. Suga was so distracted by you, and his own death wish, that he didn’t notice that you intertwined your legs with his to make him fall down to the floor. In a second, he was on his back and you were straddling him.

To be very honest it didn’t really bother him at all, you could kill him right then and there. 

He knew he was on another level of fucked up when he felt himself getting harder the moment he saw you aiming your gun at him “Go on pretty flower. Shoot me. No one is going to hear a gunshot on this side of the house. Believe me, I’ve done it before”

There was something very fucked up in you too when you tossed your gun to kiss him again. Lips crashing and tongues dancing  in a fight for dominance, his hands were on your thighs and you were slowly grinding on him. 

He could fucking feel how wet you were getting trough his pants.

He would die denying it, but in that moment he felt like he was about to come. Like a fucking teenager kissing his crush for the first time. He had to start thinking about taxes and how much the electricity bill has gone up these days to divert his mind from the beautiful vixen that was sucking lilac bruises on his neck.

There was a deep dark realization inside of him. That he would let you get away with every fucking thing you asked for if you kept kissing him like you really meant it. 

He dragged his hands up your thighs and under your skirt to grab two handfuls of your ass cheeks. The surprised whimper you gave him was the last string keeping him sane. 

The whole fucking clan could march into his room right now and he would not give two flying fucks. 

That was a lie. 

No fucking way Suga would let any of his brothers ever see you like that. 

And that was a fucking promise.

 

He didn't care if he had to take the clan out of Namjoon's manicured hands.

So he could have you all to himself.

For fuck sake, your hips rotating on top of him were driving him to the edge of his sanity.

“Tell me pretty flower, do you taste sweet like lilies?” Suga had turned both of you again so he was on top looking down at you with eyes dark with desire.

“Why don’t you go ahead and taste me, Suga?”

Oh no, his sanity was out of the picture now.

Out, like an awful singer on an even more awful talent show. Out.

Out, like a teenage father who went to buy milk and cigarrets. Out.

Out like... You get the idea right?

Suga smiled at you giving himself time to take in every detail of your face, like he wanted to memorize it “Oh I will, but not on the cold floor. Be a pretty obedient flower and sit on my bed and I'll be right behind you” He moved back to let you get up and sit on top of his dark bedsheets. His eyes never leaving you “Take those pretty panties off” he said.

“I don’t really like being told what to do. If you want them off…  come and take them” 

In that moment Suga knew the Devil himself had sent you, his personal demon, to destroy him.

You would be the death of him.

He wanted to have you for himself and himself only.

Fuck the clan.

Fuck what his father said.

And most importantly.

Fuck Kim Namjoon if he tought he could ever have you.

This was the first time in Suga's life that he wanted to become the clan's heir. So he could have you.

Suga rose from the floor to walk to the edge of his bed, the silver chains around his neck shone in the moolight “I am going to enjoy you begging for me” His moves were calm, like a man who had all the time in the world.

Even if he knew he hadn't

He knelt again between your legs gave you a small peck on your left knee before looking right back at you “And before you say you don’t beg. Pretty flower. I wasn't asking. That was a promise” Suga's gaze was dark the scar that traveled down his left eye made him look intimidating and rough. But his touch on your skin was everything but; hands travelling up your thighs Suga pulled the strings of your panties off and he could smell the sweet scent of your arousal. 

He felt like he was going insane when you opened your legs to let him look at your womanhood. He moved his hand forward to touch you with the tip of his fingers.

Just a brief touch and you were soaking wet.

A little bit of pride flushed through his system.

“You act all high and mighty. But look how wet you are” he pushed his middle fingers inside your opening so slow he felt like he was also torturing himself. He knew no one would hear you moaning and panting so he could enjoy watching you with your head pulled to the back and your eyes closed while he entered you again and again, pushing another finger inside making lewd noises.

Should he had taken off his rings?

Hell no

You looked like you were enjoying the cold feeling of them against your hot skin.

When he was satisfied with his work he brought his fingers to his lips so he could taste you “Sweet like a lilly, my pretty flower” he didn't give you time to process that he called you his, fuck, he didn’t give himself time to process he said it outloud. A heartbeat after he was diving between your legs liking a long slow strip from the bottom to the top of your clit, drinking your sweet juices “Fuck, Suga” you whispered.

That made him stop. 

He didn’t want you to call him that name. 

Not when he was drinking you like a man who just found water in the middle of a desert. 

Not when he was making you make those sinful sounds he wished you could only made for him.

“Yoongi” he couldn’t stop himself from saying it.

The name not even his own brothers knew he had.

A name no one had called him in twenty years.

You gave him a puzzled look  “My name is Min Yoongi. You can call me Yoongi when it’s just the two of us” 

“Yoongi” you repeated.

 

And he made you scream his name all night. 

Once with his fingers.

Trice with his tongue.

He was so intoxicated he didn’t want to stop tasting you. He dind’t give a fuck about his own pleasure anymore. He wanted to watch you come undone as many times as he could make you.

 

Until you fell asleep on his bed next to him. 

Exhausted. 

That Night Suga felt like he could be Min Yoongi, at least just for a brief moment. 

And for some reason he wasn't ready to explore, just yet.

When you were in the room. 

His shadows weren’t so dark. 

But Min Yoongi didn't know that night he made two mistakes. 

One was trusting you. 

And the other was leaving his door open. 

Because another Shadow was looking outside his bedroom. 

Watching him betray his father’s trust. 

The Leader's orders.

And his clan's code.

And that was the best thing that very human shadow had seen in a while.

And he relished on all the ways he could use it.

Should he tell his Father or Namjoon first? 

Namjoon would kill Min Yoongi.

His father would probably send him to a deserted Island on the Busan coast right after he castrated him.

And his name.

Min Yoongi.

That was going to be usefull.

That little piece of information gave him Power.

But all on his time.

 

Dangerous games were played inside the Seven Moons Mansion. 

And you were all just pieces on the board.

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Addicted to you - Chp. 4

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Felix | ot8)

Word Count: 4772

Summary: The next morning, Minho gets caught slipping out of Chan's room, only to find out that Felix knows damn well what happened the night before. Chan can't help himself, teasing Minho right back into bed. Minho decides to trust him all the way...

Warnings/Tags: top!chan, bottom!minho, first time

A/N: I promise there'll be more plot in the next one😂 ~ Moon🌙

Chp. 3 | Chp. 5

Say you're mine I swear friends don't get this close Pull you in, exchanging souls Trace my skin, losing control eyes don't lie - Isabel LaRosa

The next morning, Minho slipped out of Chan’s room early. But he stopped in his movements as Felix’s bedroom door opened, which was right next to Chan’s, and he stepped out. Minho stood still for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob as he met Felix’s eyes.

“Morning, Minho hyung,” he said and tilted his head at him. “Why are you wearing Chan’s clothes?” 

Minho looked down at himself and mentally cursed at himself. Chan had lent him some clothes last night since his needed to be cleaned after the night’s activities. “Uh, we were watching a movie, and I got cold. I was too lazy to walk back to my room, so Chan hyung lent me some of his.”

Felix raised his eyebrows at his words, giggled softly and rolled his eyes. Minho stared at him nervously. “You’re so bad at lying, it’s actually adorable.” Felix breathed out, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Do you want to get punched early in the morning?” Minho playfully threatened. 

"Fuck, Channie hyung." he mocked his moans from the previous night. Minho's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He heard them through the walls. "Oh Chan, just like that." he went on, and Minho quickly covered his mouth. 

"Shh, you dumbass," he shushed him and looked down the hall to make sure no one else heard. Felix grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his room, shutting the door behind them.

“You two have been spending a lot of time together lately,” Felix said, leaning against the door. His eyes focused on him only.

“And?” Minho asked. “I could say the same about you with Changbin or Hyunjin.” He tried to change the focus on Felix.

“You could, but you already know what’s up,” Felix told him and sat down at the edge of his bed. He looked at him expectantly, waiting on him to tell the truth. “So?”

“Felix,” he breathed out a soft chuckle before sitting down next to him. He didn’t look at Felix as he continued to speak. “We talked about relationships, first kisses, and stuff. And I may have been a little too open…”

“Oh?” his tone prompting Minho to keep explaining.

“In my defense, he casually dropped the bomb that he has casual sex quite often,” Minho said, and Felix smirked knowingly. Minho saw the subtle action and narrowed his eyes at the man next to him. “Why aren’t you surprised? Lixie, do you know everyone’s dirty secrets around here?”

“I must be really trustworthy,” he grinned. “But actually, I walked in on Chan and some guy accidentally one day.”

“Just like you accidentally walked in on me,” Minho said, a light blush dusting his cheeks and ears at that memory.

“You didn’t lock your door,” he pointed out. “I just wanted to get my sweater back.”

“It was my day off, and you all said you wouldn’t be back before evening!” he defended himself with a soft whine.

“Which you thought was the perfect opportunity to fuck yourself stupid with that toy,” he giggled, and Minho punched his arm. “I still think you looked hot, by the way.”

“Shut up,” he groaned and rolled his eyes at him. “We both know that’s why you kissed me two days later.”

“Hey, you wanted it as much as I did.” Felix defended himself playfully.

“I was joking!” he protested and giggled softly as Felix rolled his eyes at him. “But it was lovely, so forget it.”

“Mhm, so back to the topic at hand,” he circled back. “What happened?” he asked curiously.

“I might’ve told him about us.” he chuckled, and Felix’s body tensed just slightly.

“How did he take it?” he asked.

“He didn’t seem to mind it that much. He wasn’t really surprised by it either,” he told him, frowning softly. “We might’ve seemed closer than just friends at the time.”

“And then?” 

“Well, the day you stormed into my room unannounced once again,” he said, and Felix laughed again. “Chan was there.”

“What?!” Felix shrieked but covered his mouth quickly after realizing what time it was. “What?” he whispered.

Minho quickly filled him in on the events of that day. “He heard you saying that you miss that fucked out look on my face,” he chuckled. “That’s why he ignored us both for two days. He was kinda jealous.”

“God, I thought I did something wrong or upset him.” he groaned and breathed out, rolling his eyes at his newfound ease.

“Anyway, that’s what led to that talk I just told you about. Then I reminded him that I can take care of myself just fine, but um…I think Chan’s thoughts were elsewhere. After saying that, he suddenly called me kitten,” Minho said. “You know what pet names do to me,” He bit the inside of his cheek. “We kissed pretty soon after that.”

“Judging by the sounds, you two did more than just kiss,” Felix reminded him smugly, and the blush on Minho’s face deepened. “Yes, you were a little loud but still as whiny as I remember.”

“I swear to God I will punch you,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Fuck, I really hoped no one would hear.”

“Well, Chan’s bed is on the same wall as mine, of course, I’d hear,” he giggled. “Did you two-?”

“No,” Minho shook his head. “He was a little drunk, and I didn’t want our first time to be a drunken night,” he told him, fidgeting with his sleeves. “You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? Chan will kill me.”

“My lips are sealed, Minho hyung,” he promised, winking at him. “But…what’s your plan?”

“He kind of confessed he had a crush on me for quite a while. I made it clear I won’t be one of his one-night stands. He agreed and also offered me to come to him the next time I feel needy.” he said, blushing a little at Felix’s excited expression. “Why do you look so excited?”

“I knew he’d come around one day!” he cheered, and Minho shushed him, giggling.

“He doesn’t want to give it a term yet and said we’ll figure it out along the way. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.” he shrugged.

“I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t take you on a date like yesterday,” Felix said, making his hyung laugh. 

“I’ll keep you updated in secret,” he promised, holding up his pinky finger. Felix smiled and sealed the pinky promise. Minho smiled, the friendship between the two growing stronger by the day. He knew that if no one else had his back, Felix would. “So, how are things going for you?”

“Changbinnie is a very sweet boyfriend, as per usual,” he smiled softly. “Hyunjin still likes to tease me in public too much for my own good,” he laughed.

“I think it’s time to put him in the air fryer,” Minho grinned jokingly. “And there’s still no jealousy or anything between you?”

“You know Hyunjin likes that we aren’t a couple. It gives him more opportunities to drive Hannie crazy for a change. Binnie has a soft spot for him, so he has no issue sharing.” Felix shrugged absentmindedly. A sudden memory flashed in his mind, and a blush settled onto his cheeks.

But Minho noticed the change in his face. “What?” Minho asked curiously.

“Last time they talked about sharing me in bed for a change,” he whispered, and Minho’s eyes widened. “I think I’ll die with that much attention on me at one time.”

“I’ll let your mother know you died happily,” he told him before they both broke out into laughter. Once they settled down, he continued, “I should get going before the others wake up. And before Changbin kicks my ass for being in your room this early in the morning.”

“Wearing Chan’s clothes,” Felix added, grinning smugly from ear to ear.

Minho got up quickly and opened the door, peeking out into the hallway. “We’ll talk later, Lixie,” he giggled before slipping outside. Minho had barely stepped away from Felix’s door when Chan’s door opened. He stepped outside, wearing a wide black sweater and matching sweatpants. He had his backpack with him, and Minho knew he'd probably head to the gym. “Morning, Channie hyung,” he said, and Chan looked up surprised.

His face softened at the sight of him, and a sweet smile covered his lips. “Morning, kitten,” he said playfully, smirking at the soft blush settling on Minho’s cheeks. “Don’t you look pretty in my clothes?”

Minho suddenly felt shy and lowered his gaze, trying to hide the stupid smile covering his lips. Chan took a few steps forward and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him in. Minho’s heart skipped a beat as he met Chan’s eyes, not quite knowing where his mind was. Chan leaned in a little more, and his lips brushed over Minho’s. 

“Channie,” he whispered.

He smiled before kissing him soft and lovingly, a complete change compared to yesterday. Minho melted against him at the tenderness and forgot his prior concerns of someone catching them. “I think staying away from you in front of the kids will be harder than I thought,” Chan told him quietly. 

“I didn’t do anything.” he giggled quietly and brushed his nose against Chan’s, seeking another kiss.

“You’re effortlessly beautiful and cute, that’s the issue.” Chan chuckled.

“You seemed quite fine with that before,” he shrugged.

“That’s before I knew how pretty you look beneath me.” he whispered against his lips.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” he teased, and Chan kissed him in response.

“As I said, whatever you feel comfortable with.” he told him gently and reached up, caressing his cheek.

“I might not let you fuck me senseless yet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view.” he winked at him cheekily.

“I’ll be at the gym for a bit, why don’t I have you for breakfast when I come back?” he suggested and smirked at the tiny gasp that left Minho’s lips. He leaned forward and whispered right next to his ear, “Let’s see whose tongue you like better.”

Minho’s stomach flipped right there, and he closed his eyes to control his increasing heartbeat. “You can’t possibly think I’d wait that long.” he told him and grabbed Chan by his sweater, pulling him back into his room.

Chan giggled. “I was counting on it.” he said, closing the door and pushing him against it.

“Fuck you,” he said and swallowed at Chan’s amused expression. It wasn’t hard to feel a dominating aura coming from Chan. It just seemed so natural.

“Behave, or I’ll change my mind and make you wait.” he said, licking his lip at Minho’s offended look. Oh, he loved a challenge. 

“Fine.” he rolled his eyes and looked at him expectantly.

“Give me a moment, I have an idea.” he said before leaving the room. Leaving Minho waiting.

Minho blinked, confused, and sighed softly before sitting at the edge of Chan’s bed. What was he looking for? He was starting to get bored after a while and fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “What’s taking you so long now?” he cursed softly and braced himself on his elbows as Chan opened the door again, locking it behind himself. “Well, hello there. I see you found your way back.” 

Chan raised his eyebrows at him amused, and bit his lower lip as Minho spread his legs, tilting his head at him. “I gave Felix my card and told him to go out for breakfast with Changbin and Jisung. The rest are away for a couple more days anyway.” he said.

Minho nodded gently. Seungmin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin were traveling abroad on vacation and would return in two days. “How considerate,” he said sarcastically.

Chan snorted and walked over. “I didn’t do this for them,” he said, leaning down, bracing himself next to Minho’s arms. “This time, I want to hear you fall apart.”

Minho met his eyes and grinned. “Is that a kink?”

“I didn’t know I liked it until a few days ago.” he confessed, and Minho’s eyes widened. 

“I’m flattered,” he smirked before leaning up to kiss him. “Are they gone already?”

As in on time, the echo of the door closed downstairs, and Chan pulled away laughing. “I guess so. Changbin never disappoints.”

Minho laughed before searching through Chan’s eyes. “How do you want me?”

Chan leaned to the side, opening the drawer of his bedside table. He took out a long piece of smooth silk and held it up. “Would you feel comfortable with me tying your hands to the bed?”

“I think that’s alright.” he nodded and scooted back a little. 

Chan put it aside briefly and captured his lips in a feverish kiss, hands slipping beneath his shirt and roaming up his torso. Minho kissed back, letting him have his way, smirking to himself as Chan removed his shirt before taking off his own. Once Minho got comfortable, hovered over him, smiling softly.

Minho pulled him down against his body, the feeling of their skin touching sending electric waves through his skin. His hands roamed up Chan’s strong back as they continued kissing. He swiftly wrapped his legs around his waist. Chan’s hand wandered down, grabbing his thigh and squeezing it gently. He closed his eyes as Chan started kissing down his neck and tangled his hand in his curls. “Feels so good, Channie hyung.” he sighed softly and let his head fall back into the pillow, exposing more of his skin for him. 

“I just have to be careful not to leave any marks,” he sighed, teasingly licking a trail up from his neck and behind his ear. “Which is a shame.”

Minho chuckled weakly and hummed as Chan kissed down his jaw. “Just put them where no one will see.”

Chan didn’t need a second invitation and moved further down, full lips traveling down his torso. He hummed, pleased as Minho squirmed beneath his touch. The second he felt Chan’s teeth graze over his skin, his hands tangled in his hair. He made sure to leave a small trail of marks all over his stomach, moving further down with each one. Minho’s tiny whimpers and moans filled the room, already breathless as he glanced up. “Enjoying yourself, kitten?” he asked. Minho moaned in response to the pet name. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he giggled and pulled down Minho’s sweatpants a little, exposing his lower abdomen.  

He kissed the newly exposed skin, and Minho whined sweetly above him. 

“Fuck Chan, stop teasing,” he begged and stretched his arms out for him. “Tie me up, do whatever you have to. But please do something.”

Chan giggled softly but did as he said, grabbing the silk and gently tying his hands together and to the headboard. “Too tight?” he asked and calmingly kissed him.

“No, it’s fine.” he assured him.

“May I?” he asked as he sat between his legs and rested his hands on his hips. 

“Yes, please.” Minho nodded and lifted his hips to make it easier for him to remove his pants and underwear in one go. He felt a little exposed after that, already semi-hard from what they had been doing before. Chan’s intense gaze made him blush and squirm a little. “What?” he asked timidly.

“You look even more beautiful than I imagined,” he told him, and Minho blushed heavily.

“Pervert,” he teased. 

“Says the one who thinks about me while getting off.” Chan gave back smugly.

“You’re so lucky I can’t hit you right now,” Minho squinted his eyes at him, playfully offended. That lit a fire in Chan’s eyes Minho had never seen before. He watched as Chan took off his own sweatpants with a new goal. He didn’t care to take his time anymore. But he was still going to be careful with his kitten. “Chan hyung?”

“Yes?” he asked and gently caressed his thighs.

“I…I think I’ll let you take things a step further.”

Chan searched his eyes in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Right now I am,” he chuckled and chewed on his lower lip. “I think I am.”

He nodded as his fingers slowly trailed up his thighs, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ll ask you again once we go further, okay?”

“Okay,” Minho nodded and kissed him sweetly.

“No pressure. I won’t be offended if you decide differently, alright?” he doubled down, and Minho nodded again. Chan placed a pillow beneath his hips and made himself comfortable between his legs.

Minho’s head fell back as Chan parted his cheeks and licked a slow trail from his entrance to right underneath his balls. The moment he began to push his tongue into him, Minho’s moan occupied the room, and he pulled at the silk tie, holding his hands hostage. The feeling was slightly overwhelming in the moment, being as though it’s been a while since Minho was intimate with someone. “Fuck, Chan,” he moaned as the older one started squeezing his thighs, ass, and hips. He held him in place as he ate him out deliciously. He got lost in the delicious feeling but slightly hated that he couldn’t grip onto Chan’s soft curls. But the feeling of being tied up whilst Chan had his way with him sent chills down his spine like no other. 

Chan didn’t hold himself back either, gently grinding down on the mattress as he moaned and opened him up further with his tongue. The way Minho squirmed above him, the pretty sounds leaving his mouth, and how his body reacted to his movements made Chan unbearably hard. As this continued for a little while, Minho’s moans became whiny and desperate, making Chan’s stomach flip. He pulled back, and the protesting weak sound that left his lips made Chan’s heart flutter. “So beautiful,” he told him, kissing from his knee and down his inner thigh slowly before repeating the process on the other side. 

“Chan hyung, please.” Minho whined softly. He could feel tears begin to settle in his lower lash line, but they refused to fall.

“Please, what?” he asked and reached down, teasingly rubbing his thumb over his tensing hole. He felt it flutter with anticipation of what was to come.

Minho groaned and tried to move his hands, but the silky restraint held him back. “Don’t make me beg,” he whispered.

Chan looked down at him, and his breath stopped for a second. Minho’s chocolate eyes were hooded with lust, his lips swollen from their heated kissing, and a slight blush had settled on his cheeks. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead, and the marks on his torso were slowly becoming more visible. “Fuck, you should’ve come with a warning.”

“What?” he asked, blinking up at him softly.

“Caution: Extremely hot! Handle with care.” he grinned, and Minho’s jaw dropped.

“You’re so fucking stupid, I hate you,” Minho started giggling and pulled at his restraints. “Take this off. You deserve a proper kiss.”

Chan giggled softly and did as he said, gently removing the silk from his wrists. Before he could react, Minho had pushed him down onto the mattress and straddled his lap. He leaned down and kissed him heatedly, grinding down on Chan’s lap and pulling a sweet moan from his lips. Minho crawled further down and gently tugged at Chan’s boxers, glancing up at him. Chan lifted his hips to let him pull them down. He couldn’t hide the blush creeping up his neck and ears as Minho’s eyes widened slightly at the size of him. 

Minho’s mouth began to water at the sight, licking his lips. “Where’s the lube, handsome?” he asked, sitting back on his thighs again. Chan reached into the drawer of his bedside table, taking out the small bottle and flicking its cap open. He sat back against the headboard, pulling Minho with him, and kissed him gently.

“Want to know what my fingers actually feel like?” he asked, and Minho nodded, allowing him to go on. Chan poured some onto his fingers, spreading it, and reached behind Minho. He wrapped his other arm around his waist to steady the younger male. “Relax,” he whispered, slowly pushing in the first finger. 

Minho moaned in his ear, steadying his breathing to adjust to the distantly familiar feeling. He wrapped his arms around his neck and tangled his hand in his hair. He scratched his scalp a bit, forcing a low groan from Chan’s chest. Chan soothingly rubbed his lower back as he added another finger after a while of gently opening him up.

Minho was right, Chan’s fingers felt so much better than his own already. Once Chan was four fingers deep, he buried his face in his shoulder, moaning wildly at the stretch of his hole around his fingers. His hyung located his prostate, and Minho’s body shook at the sudden contact. “Oh, right there,” he breathed out and whimpered as Chan’s fingers brushed over it again. Minho’s hips moved in tandem with Chan’s fingers. Chan was intoxicated by the sounds coming from the man in his arms. It ignited his need to throw him on the bed and ruin him. But he pushed it aside to ensure Minho was comfortable and feeling the utmost pleasure. But he was brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. “Okay, I’m ready,” he spoke through his broken moans. He couldn’t wait much longer, feeling Chan’s dick pressing up against him.

“Are you sure?” Chan asked, and Minho nodded impatiently. “How do you want to start?” he asked. Minho feeling comfortable was more important than anything else to him right now.

Minho thought for a moment. “Can I try riding you for now?” he asked. It shouldn’t work much differently than with one of his toys. He’s been stretched just enough. And that way, he’d be in control over the pace for the start.

“Whatever you feel most comfortable with,” he nodded. “I’ll stop whenever you want.”

He nodded, getting a little nervous. He knew Chan would never hurt him, but he also couldn’t help his body tensing at what was to come. Chan rolled a condom over his dick and covered himself with lube before nodding at Minho. He grabbed his dick, aligned it with his hole, and took another deep breath before slowly pushing into him. Minho bit his lower lip and braced himself on Chan’s shoulders as he sunk further down slowly. He angled and made careful movements of his hips. He couldn’t help but moan quietly at the feeling and squinted his eyes a little at the burning stretch. Chan was bigger than the toys he was used to. He needed a bit more time adjusting to it. “Channie, I need some help, please?” he pleaded softly.

Chan gently rested his hands on his hips and kissed his cheek. He guided him down carefully, planting soft kisses on his jawline and neck. Once he was buried fully inside of him, they both groaned at the feeling. 

“Holy shit,” Minho moaned out, feeling full already.

“Are you okay, kitten?” he asked, on alert for Minho’s comfort level.

“Yeah, you just feel a lot better than I imagined,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Fuck, Min,” he breathed out and tightly gripped the sheets with one hand to steady himself, closing his eyes. He could feel the fluttering of his hole contracting around his cock as he adjusts to his size. But each gentle squeeze on his cock was driving him crazy.

Minho chuckled softly and buried his face in Chan’s neck. “Give me a moment,” he told him, taking a few deep breaths to relax and focus on the pleasurable sensations. Once he pulled back, he noticed Chan gripping the sheets and looked up at his face, giggling softly. “Are you alright?”

Chan slowly opened his eyes and looked at him, adorably concentrated. “You’re so tight, it feels amazing. I’m just trying to hold myself back, that’s all.”

Minho smirked and nudged their noses together before kissing him sweetly. He lifted his hips before sitting back down on him. Chan moaned into their kiss and rested one hand on his lower back as Minho finally started moving. Minho ran his hand through his curls and started riding him, kissing him with enough fire to leave them both breathless. 

Chan’s hand roamed over his body, his lips chasing Minho’s as they kissed. Knowing they were alone, he didn’t hold back anymore and let Minho hear how good he felt. “You’re doing so good for me, kitten,” he groaned in his ear.

Minho moaned out as his eyes fluttered closed. He felt the compliment boosting his confidence. He started kissing down Chan’s neck, and the moans he drew from him were music to his ears. “Did you imagine it like this?” he whispered next to his ear.

Chan’s grip on his hip tightened. “You have no idea what you made me think about before,” he told him as he chased after his lips, kissing him passionately and biting his lower lip. “I wanted you for so long, Minho.”

Minho moaned softly at the confession and shivered, thinking of all the things Chan could’ve imagined. “Is that why you started sleeping with guys?” he asked, remembering that Felix told him Chan's preferences had changed over time. 

Chan’s hand sunk into Minho’s hair, and he bit his lip harder. “What if I told you I called them by your name?”

That was it for him. Minho could’ve cum right there, and it took everything in him not to. All he got out was a whimper as he shivered above him. "Channie," he whined out, feeling his thighs growing weak. 

Chan got the message and switched their positions, laying Minho down on his back. He captured his lips in a kiss as he started thrusting into him at a steady pace. 

Minho buried his hand in his hair, wrapping his legs around his waist, and threw his head back. "Fuck," he pushed out between broken moans. 

Chan changed the angle a bit and located Minho's prostate. Minho fell apart beneath him as he repeatedly hit his prostate, keeping the rhythm steady but gentle enough. Minho was a moaning mess, each one coming out in tandem with the repeated thrusts Chan gave him. Chan kept a firm grip as he fucked Minho, bringing them both closer to their end. "Minho, I'm close," he warned him with a painful groan. 

"Don't stop," Minho begged, focused on chasing his own release. His whole body was flooded with pleasure, he had never felt that good during sex before and wished the moment would never end. Chan grabbed his dick, stroking him, and Minho fell over the edge before he could stop it. "Channie~," he moaned loudly as he spilled all over their chests. Chan kissed him sweetly, still thrusting and chasing his own relief. Through his own panting, trying to catch his breath,  Minho realized that Chan hadn't finished yet. "Let me hear how pretty my name sounds when you cum in me." 

Chan's eyes rolled back at that, and the whimper that left his throat was sinful. It didn’t take much longer before his hips stilled, and his cock filled the condom with his hot cum, moaning Minho's name beautifully. All that could be heard in the room was their heavy panting and barely audible whimpers. Minho whined softly as Chan pulled out of him gently. Chan took off the condom, tied it close, and threw it into the bin. He grabbed the towel from his backpack, wiped their chests, and cleaned Minho up before cuddling him close. 

Minho hummed, satisfied at the warmth of his body indulging him, and buried his face in his bare chest. He was tired but happy. "That was..," he trailed off, afraid of saying something to throw the moment off. Chan must've had sex better than that a hundred times before. 

"Pretty amazing." Chan finished his sentence. 

Minho’s heart froze at his words. "Wait, really?" Chan hummed happily and cuddled him close. "You don't regret messing around with a virgin?" 

"Min, you're underestimating yourself once again," Chan chuckled and kissed his head. "It was great, honestly."

"Oh," he nodded dumbly before smiling up at him. "Let's do this again sometime?" 

Chan chuckled softly. "You bet."

Minho blinked and then pushed out a sigh. "Well, we can’t get comfortable like this. We have to take a shower and get dressed before they come back." 

"Ugh, I hate it when you're right." Chan groaned, making Minho chuckle. 

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Hiiiii, so first off I’d like to say how much I ADORE your fics!! Personally I’m a Declan girly and have read all your work, but I’m sure your Rupert, Bas and Tony ones are amazing as well!! <33

When I saw your requests open I almost cried lol!!! I was wondering if you have time, if you could write a fluffy Declan fic, where the reader is either his gf or wife (can absolutely be gender neutral!!!!) and be about literally anything (I’m sorry if I’m just making it harder for you to write this!) I just haven’t seen many fluff fics for him or many at all for the Rivals gentlemen, so when I saw you wrote some fluff for Rupert, I got a little too excited and had to ask for at least one for Declan!!! If you can’t get around to it though, or simply just don’t want to write it, I totally understand!!

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Wolfstar Microfics - Cuddle

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It didn’t mean anything.

At least that’s what Remus kept repeating in his head over and over. Like a mantra. Like a prayer.

It had been a bad moon, the worst since the Snape incident. James and Sirius had detention and Pete couldn’t go alone, so Remus was alone in the Shrieking Shack for the first time in years as he transformed. Nobody heard his screams. Nobody winced at the cracks of his bones. Nobody looked on, eyes full of… something Remus still couldn’t quite place.

He’d thought it was pity at first, but it was probably closer to concern, sympathy, or maybe even anguish. James and Pete would always look away as it happened, but Sirius would hold eye contact with him until it was time to turn into Padfoot.

He’d found it a little intrusive at first. As though Sirius saw him as a zoo animal, but after far too much fire whisky one Friday night, Sirius had told him that he did it to help Remus remember who he really was as he transformed. That he was Remus and not the wolf. Needless to say, the absence of that strangely intimate moment was incredibly hard, and the wolf tore himself apart more than he had ever done before.

He would usually wake up in the shack with the other three fussing over him until Madam Pomfrey arrived, but that particular morning, when he woke up, he was already in the hospital wing. He slowly got his bearings before he felt the warm breath on his neck.

He turned his head, wincing as the healing wounds pulled, and saw Sirius, asleep next to him in the hospital bed, with his head on Remus’ shoulder, his arm slung across Remus’ tender stomach, and his legs tangled with Remus’. Remus froze. Everything hurt, and he felt a lump in his throat as tears pricked his eyes viciously, but not because of the pain. He sniffled softly before resting his cheek on the top of Sirius’ head, and then he fell asleep again.

When he woke up the second time, he was alone. He’d have been able to convince himself that he dreamed it if it wasn’t for a damp patch on his shoulder, where Sirius had evidently drooled on him. He looked around and found Madam Pomfrey bustling towards him. He tried to sit up but pain radiated through his whole body that took his breath away.

“No, no. Don’t move, Mr Lupin.” Madam Pomfrey said as she reached his bedside. “I have some potions here for you that will help, and naturally, they taste awful.”

“Naturally.” Remus’ voice was hoarse, from all the howling, he assumed. “Was Sirius here?”

“You just missed him. Mr Potter came and dragged him to lunch. He wasn’t very happy about it at all, but I threatened to ban him for the rest of the day if he didn’t eat”

Remus chuckled softly. “A wise plan.” He opened his mouth and let her pour each of the five potions in, and only one made him gag, which wasn’t bad by his standards. “It was bad this time, wasn't it?”

“Worst you’ve been in a good while, certainly.” She looked down at him. “I won’t pretend that I don’t know why, but your secret is safe with me. I was very tempted to put a stop to it when I realised what your friends were doing, but you clearly have a handle on things, and anything that helps is a win in my book. The look on Mr Black’s face when he brought you here this morning was… well, he cares for you very much, Remus. You make a fine couple if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Oh, we’re not— No— He’s not— We’re not a couple,” Remus said, wide-eyed. “He’s just my friend.”

“Hmmm, we’ll see.” Madam Pomfrey said as she walked away from his bed.

It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything!

Less than five minutes later, the door creaked open and Sirius poked his head into the hospital wing and grinned when he saw Remus was awake. He crept over to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

“How are you feeling, Moons?” Sirius asked earnestly.

“Sore, but the potions should kick in soon.” He smiled softly at Sirius. “Thank you for staying with me this morning, Pads.”

Sirius frowned slightly, “How did you know it was me?”

“Besides waking up a few hours ago with your head on my shoulder and your arm…” He pressed his lips together, not daring to finish that sentence. “You drooled on my shoulder, you daft mutt.”

Sirius looked thoroughly offended until he spotted the dark spot on Remus’ shoulder, at which point he barked out a laugh, throwing his head back. “Fuck! Sorry. Blame Padfoot.”

“Padfoot didn’t fall asleep on me, you did,” Remus said. “It was… uh, nice, actually.”

“Best I’ve slept in ages,” Sirius admitted, as a blush bloomed along his cheekbones. “You’re like a Moony-sized hot water bottle.”

“Well if you need warming up over Christmas break…” Remus trailed off, suddenly looking away from Sirius, mortified that he’d said that. James and Peter were leaving for Christmas the following day, and he and Sirius would be alone in the dorm for two weeks, and now Remus was bringing up cuddling?

A slight smirk appeared on Sirius’ lips. “Yeah, I think I probably will.”

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 32: Heart ||

Luna isn’t sure what happened during the time Jungkook was walking Jin back to his room, but now she’s worried it wasn’t good. Despite her pleads, Jungkook refuses to come out of his bunny form and tell her what’s really on his mind. She’s tried poking, prodding, and tickling him to no avail.

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Luna fusses. “I thought we got past you hiding all the time. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what’s wrong.”

Still he won’t change back. He looks at her with his big eyes and can’t help but melt inside. The way she looks so concerned makes him hate that his inability to express himself is causing her so much worry. He just wants to hold her.

Luna gives up trying to get him out of his bunny form. She just hopes that whatever is bothering him, he’ll open up to her about it eventually. She lays down and pulls his soft body into her.

The next morning Luna wakes up with the little fur ball still nestled next to her. As much as she wants him to come out of it she can’t resist how irresistibly precious he is. She runs her fingers through his fur until he begins to stir awake.

Jungkook loves waking up to her soft touch. He loves opening his eyes and seeing her sweet face smiling back at him. He loves the way she whispers good morning to him. He loves her.

He had a hard time sleeping because the internal battle he was having wouldn’t allow him to rest. He finally told himself he would see how he felt in the morning. He could feel completely different after some sleep. But when he woke up all his heart could feel was love. All his eyes saw was love. Luna is love.

When he finally pulls himself out of hiding he suggested they go out for breakfast. He takes her to a new restaurant and lets her go wild ordering whatever she wants and however much she wants. He can’t stop smiling at her. She’s beautiful. She’s the only thing he can think about even while she’s sitting right in front of him.

“So,” Luna says pulling him out of his trance. “Are you going to tell me what happened last night?”

“Oh,” he remembers. He was hoping he wouldn’t remember and neither would she. The smile that had been painted across his face all morning has fallen as the memory of the conversation he had with his father replays in his mind. “It’s just, my dad as usual,” he says.

“As usual?” She knows it’s probably risky to have him explain further, but she hopes letting him vent a little will keep him from exploding later and causing another “natural disaster”, as Taehyung and Jimin described it.

“He saw me when I was walking back and started bitching about the same shit. It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing? Like it was nothing when you showed up with that scratch on your face that still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s mostly healed.”

“You’re supposed to be able to heal instantly, no?”

“It’s like 95% healed.”

“It’s been almost a month!”

“The fucker just scratched me deep, that’s all.”

“He actually hurt you.”

“Nothing hurts me,” he lies.

“But that did, didn’t it?”

“Eat your food.”

“Do I need to call your mother?”

“With what? Your imaginary phone?”

“Fuck you, I’ll go get myself a phone.”

“With what money, you bum?” He laughs.

“You demon deer! I’ll find a way,” she pouts. She thinks a moment then softens her tone. “Jungkookie, can you get me a phone?”

“Wooooooww,” he chuckles. “You just called me a demon deer, and now you have the nerve to ask me to buy you a phone?”

“You’re the bestest demon deer in the entire universe,” she grins.

It’s that. That smile. That way she calls him a demon deer and he finds it endearing for some reason. He’ll buy her a phone. If she keeps looking at him like that then he’ll be ready to buy her the entire moon.

“You’re not going to get off that easily,” he says.

She looks at him and pouts her bottom lip out. “Please, Jungkookie.”

“Finish your food,” he chuckles. “I’ll think about getting you a phone if you’re nice to me.”

She pouts a moment longer then continues eating her food without protesting further. Afterwards he takes her for a walk along a nearby trail. It’s a small trail but it kills some time because Jungkook would rather circle this place with her a thousand times than go home where he knows his father would be waiting around any corner.

“Come here,” Jungkook says pulling her towards the woods they’re approaching along the trail. “I want to show you something.”

“In the woods?” Luna asks letting him take her along. “What do you want to show me here.”

“You’ll see,” he smiles taking her further into the trees.

“Should I be worried? Oh my god is this it? The moment you finally murder me and leave me in a hole you already have dug up out here?”

“What?” Jungkook asks stopping in his tracks. “What the hell type of movies have you been watching?”

“It happens,” she shrugs. “Some demon soul stealer gains the trust of some unsuspecting damsel, then one day he finally pounces and leaves her somewhere no one will find her.”

“The fuck?” He chuckles. “First of all, you’re not a damsel, just some weirdo I got stuck with. Second, why would I do something to you after spending so much time trying to save your life?”

“If you feel like you’re stuck then you can go. It’s not like you’re being forced to hang around me all the time.” she huffs folding her arms.

“Yes I am,” he smirks. “I have no choice.”

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he smiles standing toe to toe with her. He looks down at her confused face and he can’t hold it anymore. He slides his arms around her waist and pulls her into him. “I already fell in love with you.”

“You did what?” She asks surprised. “How? I mean why? No, I mean…what?”

“I’m in love with you, LuLu.” He holds her tighter so she can feel the way his heart is beating wildly. “I’m so…stupidly in love with you.”

“Stupid,” she chuckles lightly sliding her hands up his chest.

His confession has her burning up inside. She knew her feelings for him were strong, but the doubt about whether he felt the same remained in the back of her mind. She doubted him each day for no reason other than her own insecurities.

“You’ve risked so much to keep me alive,” she says looking up at him. “I thought you’d be done with me when I converted, but you never went away. You stayed up my ass like the pest you are.” She chuckles wrapping her arms around his neck. “If anyone is stupid, it’s me for ever doubting how you felt about me.” She brings her lips to his just barely touching. “I’m stupidly in love with you too.”

His heart is going insane now. The melody of her voice saying those words makes every other sound monotone. He holds her as tight as he can and kisses her so he can feel her words. He holds it for a while not caring about being able to breathe or anything. He only wants to keep the taste of her love on his lips.

The two of them stay there a moment chasing each other’s lips not even caring that they’re in the middle of some dark woods. If anything it makes them more carefree about where their hands and tongues travel. Luna suddenly finds her back against a tree and Jungkook’s body pressed so closely to hers. They’d both give anything to stay in this moment forever.

“Can you promise me something?” Jungkook whispers into her mouth when he finally manages to disconnect from her lips for a moment.

“What’s that?” She replies.

“I know you like to do things for yourself, but if my father even comes within 5 feet of you when I’m not around, promise you’ll let me know?”

“That’s a very specific request,” she chuckles. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to be around him without you anyway.”

“Good. Because I’ll kill him if he touches you.”

“Your own father?”

“For you. I’ll end him if it’s to keep you safe.”

“Do you tell all your girlfriends this?” She jokes.

“No. Just you. I’ve only promised this to one other person.”

“One other person? Who else are you willing to kill your father for?”

“My mom.”

Luna thinks back to Taehyung telling her about Jungkook catching his father cheating and nearly killing him because of it. She knows he’s serious. The unwavering look in his eyes proves how serious he is. She’s flattered, but also scared. Minseok seems to be relentless in making sure Jungkook and her don’t stay together. Actually, he seems relentless in controlling Jungkook in general. Luna would hate for Jungkook to face whatever consequences would be brought up if he were to actually kill his father.

“I promise I’ll let you know,” she responds. “But can you promise me that you won’t do anything that will get you in trouble? Don’t get sent to jail or whatever happens to murderers in this world.”

“How would I get in trouble if he was somehow lost in a fire?” He jokes.

“Jungkook!” Luna stomps.

“Ok ok,” he chuckles. “You sound like my mom.”

“That’s because she has sense.”

“The two people I’d kill for won’t even let me,” he huffs sarcastically.

“Because you’re out of your mind,” she jokes. “But really, Jungkookie.”

Every time she calls him that he wants to soar into the sky then bow down to her ready to obey her every command.

“I know you hate him, but think of yourself and the people who love you,” she says stroking his cheek. “You’re better than killing your own father. What am I going to do if you get locked up or something?”

“Would you wait for me to get released from prison?” He asks knowing very well he has no desire to do anything that will get him arrested.

“Hell no!” Luna says lightly hitting his chest. “If you get locked up I’m going to find me a new demon to take care of me.”

“You think anyone else would put up with you the way I have?”

“Do you think anyone else would put up with you the way I have?” She retorts with a smirk.

He looks at her silently trying to maintain a straight face. Would he kill his father for her? Of course. However, he wouldn’t. Not at all. Even the day he lost his temper with his father he knew he wouldn’t kill him.

Over the years Jungkook learned to control what he considers his ultimate ability. It could kill easily, but he never wants it to get to that. He discovered the power when he was younger and unleashed it when he was angry. He was alone in his room so no one witnessed it, but afterwards there was talk of the sudden earthquake that hit the palace. When he realized how powerful it was he tried his best to keep it controlled because he feared he would hurt someone innocent. Except the one time he was pushed to his limit. Seems only his father can manage to bring out the worst in his temper.

Although Minseok is constantly pushing Jungkook to his limit, after that day he learned when to back off. Just like last night, Minseok knew not to press further. He knew the look in Jungkook’s eyes and got flashbacks to the day he learned how powerful his son really is. Jungkook only hopes he’s not pushed that far again for the sake of himself and everyone else in the kingdom. But especially Luna.

“Love,” Jungkook smiles. “Let’s go get you a phone.”

“Really?” Luna says in excitement. “Finally! Let’s go!”

She grabs his hand and pulls him along and out of the woods as if she knows where they’re going. He follows along with an amused smile on his face. Is this really what love is?

After setting her up with a new phone, then spoiling her with anything else that caught her eye as they passed shops on the street, they return to Jungkook’s room at the palace. Luna gets comfortable on the couch playing with all the features of her new phone. Aside from some vampire friendly differences, it’s pretty similar to the phone she had back home. Jungkook throws himself across his bed taking a few deep breaths to convince himself that this is all real. He loves her and she loves him.

[Luna]: I see you 👀

[Luna]: Big eyed bunny 🐰

[Luna]: Doe eyed Jungkookie 🦌

[Luna]: Fluffy demon boy

[Luna]: Hey, spawn of Satan I’m talking to you!

[Jungkook]: If I have to get off this bed and come over there I’m crushing that phone

[Luna]: You wouldn’t dare!

[Jungkook]: I didn’t buy you the thing so you could harass me from 10 feet away

[Luna]: Who the hell else am I going to harass? Your number is the only one I have 😝

[Jungkook]: Anyone ever tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are?

[Luna]: You fell in love with this pain in the ass 😏

Jungkook looks at his phone a moment and sighs. Touché. He sits up and looks at Luna giggling on the couch.

“You’re just having a blast over there, aren’t you?” Jungkook says trying to hide his amusement.

“Yup,” Luna says with a smug smile.

“I need to find you some friends you can bother so you can leave me alone.”

“Fine. What’s Jimin’s number? I know he’ll be my friend.”

Jungkook shoots her a sharp look. He stands from the bed and walks to her towering over her with his brows furrowed. She looks up at him with a smirk, amused that he took the bait so easily.

“You are evil,” he says through his teeth.

“And you’re so easy,” she laughs. “I knew you were jealous of Jimin.”

“I’m not,” he huffs. “There’s no reason for me to be jealous of him.”

“But you are.”

“No.”

“Yes. Admit it. Little Jungkookie is jealous of his hyung.”

“I should’ve let the portal take you over,” he sighs rolling his eyes.

“You should have,” she stands getting close to his face. “But too bad I put you under my spell.”

“What are you a witch now?” He chuckles.

“Is that a thing here?”

“No,” he laughs.

“Well whatever, I still put you under my spell and now here we are.” She sticks her tongue out at him like a child causing him to finally break.

“This is the most torturous thing ever,” he laughs pulling her into an embrace. “You are the most torturous fucking thing ever.”

“Well you’re no sunshine baby either,” she giggles giving in to his hold.

She loves his hold. His touch. His smell. His voice. The way his chest feels so solid against her body. The way his heart knocks on her cheek as she’s pressed into him. Love is such a silly stupid thing but here she is in silly and stupid love.

Thankfully they’re able to get through the remainder of the day without running into Minseok. Jungkook hopes after last night Minseok realizes how serious he is and backs off.

The next morning duty calls when Jungkook has to accompany Jin on a visit to the neighboring kingdom, Tansilvania. It’s a friendly visit meant to maintain the relationship Korealis has with Tansilvania. Jin, along with his brother Hojin V, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and his brother royal shield Junghyun all convoy to visit the kingdom’s allies in a routine trip they make to every allied kingdom every so often.

Jungkook hates having to go to Jin’s many diplomatic visits. No matter when or where they go, it’s always the same. Jin fakes a smile the entire trip, Taehyung tries convincing them to let him go shopping, and Namjoon has to be the voice of order and reason when the exhausted younger ones start fighting. There’s also a chance of bickering between at least one of the sets of siblings. The free food is always nice, but the exhaustion at the end of the day kills him every time.

Luna is hanging out in Jungkook’s room trying to decide what to do while he’s gone. She isn’t sure where she could go but she doesn’t want to stay in his room alone all day. She starts off searching online. She’s still getting used to some of the differences between technology here and in the human world, but at least she’s figured out enough to learn how to search for places nearby. She lays across the couch searching for something that catches her eye when there’s a light knock at the door. She isn’t sure who it could be, but she knows Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are still here. Thinking it’s one of them she gets up to get the door but once she’s on her feet the door opens.

To Luna’s absolute horror Minseok comes walking in the room. She’s frozen in place unsure of what to say. He probably has more of a right to be in here than she does so she can’t tell him to leave. Not that that would work anyway.

“J-Jungkook,” she stutters.

“I know where he is,” Minseok says raising his hand to stop her and shutting the door behind him.

“Oh.” Then what the hell is he doing here? She wonders.

Minseok walks past her and takes a seat on the couch. He then pats the spot next to him inviting her to sit as well. Luna is scared and confused but does as told. The last thing she wants to do is give him a reason to lose his shit towards her when Jungkook is no where around.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Minseok says in a tone that’s much more lighter than it usually is. “I wanted to come by so we can start over and maybe understand each other better.”

“Oh?” Luna asks tilting her head. This was not at all what she expected him to say. What the hell really happened the other night when Jungkook came back and hid in his bunny form? Whatever it was she didn’t think it would cause Minseok to have a change of heart like this.

“It’s Luna, right?” He asks.

“Yes,” she answers nervously.

“Jungkook seems to have taken quite a liking to you.” He looks at Luna then to the floor. “He’s my youngest son with incredible ability and a very promising future. I only want the best for him.” He pauses and looks back at Luna who is still thoroughly confused. “He’s had many relationships in the past and they always hurt him so much in the end. I hate to see him hurting, but every time it’s the same thing. I just want to do whatever I can to make sure I protect him.”

“Oh…” Luna says still confused but now filled with many questions she isn’t sure she should ask.

“This is why I’m so hard on him. If he’s focused on his job and not all of these girls he’s always chasing he wouldn’t find himself getting hurt and falling behind in his training.”

“All of these girls?” Luna whispers even more confused and now for some reason feeling something growing in her throat. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. Aside from you being a convert with ties to the Saakhan leader, I just want you to know that it’s not personal. I’m just trying to protect my son from yet another heartbreak. I don’t even think he’s fully gotten over the last one. He certainly didn’t give himself much time before he moved on to you, I know he’s probably still processing some of those feelings he had for her.”

Luna looks on unsure of anything Minseok is telling her. She knows he’s a snake and trying to get into her head, but what does he think she’s going to do, suddenly break up with Jungkook? He’ll have to do more than try to get her to take pity on him to make that happen.

“So…is there something you’re wanting me to do about this?” She asks wanting him to get to the point so he can hurry up and leave.

“I just want you to know. And maybe save you some surprise when you learn about his exes.”

“I don’t really want to know about his exes,” Luna says. She’s not about to fall for this silly charade.

“Well he has so many he probably doesn’t remember much about any of them anyway. Except the one he was engaged to be married to.”

“What?” Luna asks being taken off guard.

“I didn’t want to bother you too long,” he says standing. “I appreciate you hearing me out. Enjoy the rest of your day.” And just like that, he’s out the door.

Luna is stuck staring in the same spot. Did he say Jungkook was engaged? She knows she can’t trust anything he says and he’s likely just doing this to try getting her to leave Jungkook. She gets it. But those words are hard for her to tune out.

He was engaged?

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HATE 6: BABOOSHKA (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime. I do not condone any of my characters actions: This is purely a work of fictions. You have been warned.

🌙 Chapter wordcount 4.1k

🌙 Series Index

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"So she arranged a place to go. To see. If he. Would fall for her incognito"

Seven Moons Mansion, Seoul, South Korea

You sighed in relief when you heard Jin say that Suga had left in the morning to oversee a gun shipment that was going to be sent from Russia and probably wouldn't be back for days.

The six remaining brothers ate breakfast together in the dining room. The walls were painted a deep shade of burgundy, with framed black and white photos of the Clan's story hanging. 

You could also see some pictures of them scattered on the walls. It would be really cute if you weren’t also looking at the young faces of Asia’s Most wanted criminals. 

On the table, there are several dishes of traditional Korean cuisine, including kimchi, bulgogi, and bibimbap all made for you by a private chef. The dishes are arranged on black ceramic plates, with elegant chopsticks and small bowls of dipping sauces placed alongside them. In one corner of the room, there is a small bar, stocked with a variety of top-shelf liquors and a few bottles of Soju…

All the details you rather think about to prevent your mind from remembering last night. 

You were absolutely not going to think about how good his fingers felt on your skin. 

Or how good he made you feel with his…

Oh, fuck.

The Lieutenant would be so proud of you that she would personally take charge of shooting you.

That if she found out...

Something that wasn't going to happen, because there was no way that you’ll write on the report that you fucked one of the mission's main targets on your second night in Korea. Your common sense had decided to fly off to Fiji for a permanent vacation the moment Suga kissed you.

Or did you kiss him?

Shit.

You knew that you were acting like a rookie 

But you had to kiss him even if you did it just once. You had to know how his lips would feel on yours, his hands on your body.

You just had to know...

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It was 3AM in the morning when you woke up, bodies tangled on his bed, it just felt so right and so absolutely wrong and out of place. Suga was still sleeping, breathing slowly like he didn’t have a care in the world. You rose from the bed and left the dark bed sheets fall from your body. 

You felt like a teenager in college about to walk the walk of shame for the first time. 

But instead of the hormone-filled hallways of the mid western university you attended and could only stand for a month. You were about to do that same walk of shame on the dark hallways of a 20 Bedroom Mansion in the outskirts of South Korea. 

You swear it would be the last time you'd done something like that.

Right?

Did you mention those rooms were also filled with blood thirsty criminals?

Your mind stopped wandering for a second when you heard heavy footsteps walking towards Suga’s bedroom.

He told you no one went to that side of the house. 

Did He lie? 

Because someone was getting closer to the very much open door.

You had to get out of there.

And you had to get out fast.

You turned around to see Suga awake and wide eyed looking at you half dressed. You didn’t need to say it to each other, you both knew if someone saw you there you were both dead. He motioned for you to stay right where you were standing next to the bed, so he could peek into the hallway.

But you couldn't wait and risk someone seeing you like this, what were you going to say? What were they reading poetry Half naked? Or that you had a spider under your skirt and he tried to kill it by taking all of your clothes and his clothes off?

Well, he kind of did that.

The point is that if you said you weren't doing what you seemed to be doing. No one was going to believe you.

Because you were doing exactly what you seemed to be doing.

So you did the only logical thing you could think of at the time.

If the door wasn't an option...

You were going to jump off the balcony and into the gardens on the first floor.

It wouldn't be the first time you'd done something like that.

So you did.

You fell on heavily your feet and did not quite lose your balance. When you looked up you could see the face of panic and astonishment with which Suga was looking at you from his balcony. He definitely didn't expect you to do something like that.

You brushed the dust off your knees and continued walking towards your bedroom. As you went up to the second floor, you managed to see a tall figure entering the darkness of the corridors of the west wing of the mansion.

The moonlight hit his face for just a second and in that moment you could clearly see who it was...

What is Kim Namjoon doing outside at this time of night?

Although it was dark, you could also see that his shirt was stained with blood and for a second you were tempted to follow him to find out more, but it had been too much adrenaline for one night.

And you really didn't want to get caught.

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“Miss Nari, did you sleep well?”  the voice of a smiling Jimin brought you out of your thoughts from the other side of the table.

“I don't think she did. I mean, she couldn’t have if she was walking around the house at 3AM in the morning” Taehyung replied, staring at you right next to his brother.

He saw you...

Everybody else on that table wasn't really paying attention to Taehyung but he kept going at you like he was on a mission “But what I don't understand is why use the windows as an exit. You do know that Suga-Hyung's door is always open, right miss Nari?” the blue-haired man shrugged his shoulders with a giggle and you looked at him with panic on your face.

Hearing that, Jin choked on the rice he had just put in his mouth and Jhope was about to spit out his toast with egg and jam.

The whole table was now looking at you in surprise.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Everyone except Namjoon, who let out an incredulous laugh “Taehyung, don't tell me you're trying the merchandise again. To think that Miss Nari would be jumping out of the windows of the house is so ridiculous that it is disrespectful. Apologize to her.” he said the last thing as an order, the deep dragon eyes of the clan’s right hand were undoubtedly one of the most intimidating things you had ever seen.

Taehyung immediately understood his older brother's tone and swallowed thickly “I'm sorry, Miss Nari. It was just a joke”  he looked at you with a bored expression.

This guy definitely hated you and for no reason.

"Don't worry, it's okay" you replied trying to smile at him and continued eating your breakfast as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

The rest of the meal was spent in complete silence, which made most of them quite uncomfortable.

“Princess Nari, you must be excited today, your formal work within the clan begins” Jhope was the first to dare to speak “You will go with Namjoon and Jin to some boring meetings at the office. But tonight will be so exciting at the club. It has been very long since the last time we were all together having fun”

Ah yes, the Club.

Serendipity was the most exclusive club in all of Seoul. It was no surprise it belonged in the hands of the clan and was managed by none other than Park Jimin.

If you want to spend an exciting night in the city you just had to look for him.

“Every night in my club is entertaining, Hobi-hyung, you know very well about that” the blond glanced at his brother “but it will be much more fun if we can all be there, Jin-hyung hasn't been there for a long time. Maybe it’s time to dust off those terrible dance steps” now everyone was laughing out loud as Jin yelled at the youngest.

You had only known them for a short time, but you were surprised by the family warmth they all had when they were together. Right now inside the privacy of their home they didn't look like criminals. Sometimes when they were like that they really did look like a bunch of brothers.

That almost made you smile.

Before you remembered that each and every one of those men had blood on their hands.

None of them were innocent.

And each and every one them had to pay for their crimes.

“Excuse me, I'm going to get ready to go to the office. See you tonight guys” You made a small bow ready to leave the dining hall, when someone grabbed your arm from behind. 

“Allow me to go with you, Miss Nari, I would like to speak with you for a second” Namjoon was right next to you without giving you time to say anything else, taking you by the arm and out of the dining room.

Namjoon looked around and with large steps led you to a corridor that was completely empty to push you against a wall. You could see an emotion in his eyes that you could not decipher “I don't want to have to tell you this again, but whatever you were doing last night. Will not happen again. Are we clear?” The voice of the young leader was deep almost like a growl coming from his chest and you could only nod.

He had seen you too.

“I don't know what stupid fantasy my idiot brother has made you believe. But Miss Nari” he let out a little exasperated sigh “He's not a person, he's a monster, for your own good stay away from him. Everything Suga touches, he destroys. Believe me he is not good for you”

Are you jealous, Kim Namjoon? you raised an eyebrow at the tought.

“And you are, Namjoon? I mean, are you good for me?” Finding your voice again, you shot the question with an expression as cold as ice. That took the man by surprise “And to be honest with you, Namjoon. I really don't know what you're talking about. Because I definitely wasn't the one who was sneaking away in the halls with a bloody shirt. That was you.” he opened his eyes in surprise and you continued "I get it, you're a gangster. You were probably giving someone a one way ticket to their next life. But you looked kind of nervous last night. So if you ask me, I don't think you were doing Right Hand ganster business. Am I wrong?"

If he had seen you, you also saw him.

And you knew you were walking a thin line before falling off the cliff.

Namjoon set his jaw and tightened his grip on your arm “You are playing with fire Lee Nari and let me tell you something… andyou are about. To. Get. Burnt” He bit every word of that sentence, making himself very clear that he was threatening you.

“So how is it? I must be afraid of Suga but not of you, even though you're hurting my arm and you just threatened me” although you and Namjoon were impossibly close, you took a step closer to be able to whisper in his ear. Yes, you were playing with fire. But what the right hand didn't know is that you really liked the burn  “As see it, we both didn't see anything last night because neither of us were where we were.”

He was listening carefully to your words while drowning you with his gaze. You knew he was waiting for you to continue “I also remember that I told you to call me by my name. Because we're friends right, Namjoon? We are together in this” You say stepping away from him and releasing yourself from the man's grasp in a single movement “I'm going up to get ready for today, I understand that your father wants you to show me the offices. See you in a bit, Namjoon. I am really looking forward to getting to know eachother more” you said with a smile and a wink before turning to walk to your bedroom.

Namjoon chuckled, stupefied.

It was actually funny to him.

No one had ever dared to challenge him like that. Not his own brothers, not even Jin who was two years older than him had the nerve to talk to him like that.

And after that moment you became a fun game that this man was willing to play.

Because for Kim Namjoon there was no one who would not bow down to his power.

It would be fun for him to tame this little brat.

After all, he was used to having everything he wanted.

He would be the heir to the clan.

And you would be his.

He was going to make sure of that personally.

Even if he had to get his hands dirty.

Again.

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BH Group Headquarters, Gangnam, Seoul, South Korea.

The luxurious office is situated on the top floor of the towering skyscraper that belongs solely to the BH Group, The Seven Moon’s legal business front. The elevator doors open up to a spacious and sophisticated reception area, decorated with marble floors, plush velvet sofas, and a cascading waterfall feature.

Namjoon, ushered you into a private elevator reserved for the clan's top executives. As the elevator ascends, you catch glimpses of the sprawling cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was beautiful.

We’re not in Kansas anymore, you thought, feeling impressed by the opulence of the office and the power that comes with it.

But as you look around the lavish office, you can't shake the feeling that you were being watched.

That you were in danger.

But this was what you came here to do.

Looking at your surroundings, everything seemed normal, mundane. You had to be a member of the mafia, or an undercover INTERPOL agent, to realize what was really going on behind the incessant noise of photocopiers and constant clicking in every cubicle.

Only a highly trained eye could tell that some of the employees weren't really working, they were just pretending to.

If you looked closely enough, you could see the fact that some of those employees were wearing far too many items of clothing, as if they were trying to hide a clan mark or tattoo.

But Jhope was right, for the rest of the day you were totally bored.

The unnecessarily formal presentations and spending the entire afternoon listening to bootlicking executives presenting their departments. All while you just had to smile and look pretty.

The perfect, educated heiress.

This day had completely drained your energy.

“Miss Nari, this is Grace Rogers, she also comes from America and will be your assistant from today” Namjoon's deep voice made you come out of your trance, he took your hand to take you to an office at the end of the hall.

Inside it was a petite blonde typing rapidly on her computer while talking on the phone with perfect Korean pronunciation.

Wow, to think that I can hardly pass myself off as a native.

The woman stopped everything she was doing when she realized the presence of the new arrivals. Taking a good look at her, you thought she might be on the cover of a fashion magazine, dressed in a distinctly designer navy blue suit that matched her eyes.

She was tiny, the amount of papers, folders and screens almost did not let you see her on the other side of the desk. But when she smiled she had an aura that covered the entire room. Grace Rogers had an air of confidence, like a woman who's used to swimming with sharks.

But what caught your attention about the woman was the amount of gold she was carrying. Rings, earrings and at least three chains.

You have seen that before.

But couldn’t remember where.

And before you knew it Grace was hugging you too enthusiastically.

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Lee, I'm at your service for whatever you need” That's when you noticed a small detail, behind her effusive greeting and even bigger smile was a slight Slavic accent.

Polish? 

No.

Russia?

Maybe.

Namjoon looked at the blonde as if he was already used to her behavior “Grace will be at your disposal for everything you need. And she will accompany you in some of your family tasks. Also she will make sure that you adapt perfectly to your new life with us” he emphasized in the last two words.

“Of course! I hope we will be great friends from now on. These boys are too all work, no play.” It was almost imperceptible but it was there, that accent. You narrowed your eyes a little but returned the greeting with a short curtsy.

"Likewise, it's a pleasure for me too, Grace. Call me Nari, please" He told her and the blonde winked at her.

"It's a fact, Nari. By the way, I love that Chanel dress, that white lily tone reminds me of one that I bought two summers ago in the south of France” Her entire expression said complicity, there was something else in her words but you weren't sure what.

Unless…

The hell? you thought, your dress was definitely not white.

It was lilac.

Wait a minute, white lilies in the south of France?

Oh...

Oh shit.

Blue-eyed blonde.

Russian.

Her name is not Grace Rogers.

This woman was Anya Drozdov.

Your second informant.

Anya works for Interpol.

And sje just told you the code phrase to identify her.

Oh shit, really.

You gave her a wide smile now, letting her know that you understood.

Namjoon looked confused at the exchange between the two of you but before he could say anything Seokjin joined you.

“Namjoon they are waiting for us in the meeting room, father wants to discuss something important” Jin stopped in front of the three of them in the office corridor “Oh, Hi Grace, do you think you can take over from here?”

“Of course, boss, I'm sure Miss Lee, sorry Nari must not have had lunch. Also, I'm sure you haven't taken her for a tour of Seoul yet” Her accent had completely disappeared, Anya had realized that you also recognized her.

“Is it okay with you, Miss Nari?” Namjoon asked feeling unsure

“Yes, I'm starving.” you gave him a little smile “and I would also like to visit Seoul. It is been a while since the last time I came here”

"Perfect then. Grace, please take her shopping for a dress for tonight. I would have loved to do it myself, but my father doesn't like us making him wait.” Namjoon took out his black credit card from his wallet and gave it to you with a wink  “See you later, Miss Nari.” You heard Jin chuckle behind him and tried not to roll your eyes,  amused that the Right Hand believed that his rich boy bad boy technique was going to work for you.

Two can play that game.

“Oh I’ll make sure to get something especially pretty for tonight” you said the last two words without breaking eye contact with the Right Hand “See you later, Namjoon, Jin-ssi” you could see the gears on Namjoon’s mind turning when you gave him the most innocent smile you could ever fake. 

It actually made your stomach cringe. 

He really is into the innocent kind. 

Gross.

"And try not to cause too much trouble, Rogers." Namjoon added before getting lost as he crossed the corner of the hallway not even looking back at you. Jin was right behind him with an amused grin as he witnessed his brother get all flustered by a mere smile. 

To think they were both going up to interrogate and possibly torture an informant in his father’s office. But yeah, there goes Namjoon giggling like a schoolgirl. 

When Anya and you were alone again she started to walk towards the  employee elevator. You noticed that you were surrounded by an army of bodyguards, all dressed in tailored suits and sporting earpieces all following “The Boss’s orders” and you couldn’t help but wonder which one. “I'm going to take you to a Korean food place that I'm sure you'll like and then we're going to…”

Once you got in the elevator the bodyguard army let you ride alone and you took the chance to greet Anya in Russian “It has been a while, right?” you interrupted the short woman and she shot you a serious look, hardening her expression and stopping her smile for the first time since you had met her.

“Not here, Princess Nari” she looked up at the surveillance camera on the corner of the elevator above you. They didn’t have one in the first one you got on. Maybe the top executives of BH really didn’t want to be seen entering the building. “The driver and your bodyguards are waiting for us in the parking lot” she continued speaking in Korean and gave you a big smile again. 

Not here...

Princess Nari.

Why would she call you that?

This day was definitely getting a lot more interesting.

The elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the parking lot where three men were waiting for them in front of a black Lincoln SUV. In that moment you knew two things: one the car was heavily armored and the bodyguards would leave you alone for long enough to talk.

Meanwhile Anya chattered non-stop on the way to the restaurant and kept talking all through the meal. Mentioning completely trivial facts like her favorite Korean food, her opinion on New York Fashion Week, even why in her opinion MARVEL was ruining their own superhero movies.

You knew what Anya was doing, she was tiring the bodyguards with all the chatter that could go through her head.

She was making them drop their guard and stop listening to their conversation.

 

It was necessary, but it didn't make it any less insufferable.

By the time you got to the Boutique none of the bodyguards could hear another word. Now you could finally talk about what was important. All the information that Anya had collected so that you could fulfill her mission.

That was Anya's specialty.

She went from one personality to another, with the same ease that a chameleon could change colors. That made it the perfect element to adapt to any situation.

She could pose as any role assigned to her by headquarters.

An American woman working as the director of public relations at a Korean multinational? It was a perfect identity for her.

She's an expert at playing the role of a high-powered executive, attending meetings and making deals with ease. But beneath the surface, she's always alert and ready to act at a moment's notice. 

Always carrying a concealed gun. 

You know, if you’re always ready… you don’t have to get ready.

Anya is the type of girl you do not fuck with.

She had been there for a year and had already earned the trust of the two young leaders in charge of the BH group. Even Namjoon considered her a friend.

Anya was famous at the training center for her skills.

But despite her ability to go undercover and her chameleonic personality. Anya was loyal in every sense of the word, she cared for her loved ones like no one else and had a special kink for revenge when someone tried to hurt them.

That was perhaps because Anya had also grown up in crime.

She was the daughter of a Russian mafia boss who had been imprisoned a few years ago in an Interpol maximum security prison and her mother had been kidnapped and sold on the skin market.

That completely destroyed her.

That's why she vowed never to get involved with a clan again.

Some old habits take a little longer to break than others, and her skills were of great use to Interpol's organized crime unit. So here you were: both agents, in an exclusive boutique in Seoul buying an evening dress that would bring down even the strongest of the men of that clan.

“Hello, welcome to our boutique. '' They were greeted by a strikingly beautiful woman in her late twenties with long, dark hair, piercing eyes and a pointy nose that you thought you had seen before.

“Nari, This is Jung Garam, she is the owner of this boutique and my roommate”

The woman gave you a little bow before introducing herself “It's a pleasure to meet you. Miss Lee, we were waiting for the arrival of the princess of our clan”

Princess. 

There was that name again.

That's when you saw it.

A small tattoo of a Moon covered by clouds that adorned  Anya’s wrist.

Pointing out the oath of allegiance she had taken. 

The symbol of the Seven Moons.

Anya had sworn allegiance to the clan.

But why? 

Princess Nari.

You knew you had heard someone call you that before.

Oh fuck

Anya what were you thinking?

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Oh, the struggle of getting an aesthetically pleasing shot! I tried this whole morning, and while I did get them, it was a pain lol, and there was one I screenshotted from my camera as it was loading 😭! It is a pain but oh so worth it to see my wonderful great grandpa up there 💓 (he's represented in the moon 🌙)

Anyway here are the photos!

The first picture was the moon in the sky at our bus stop

The second picture is a random sight that I saw while driving on the bus ignore the black spots it's part of the window 🫣

The third picture was the moon in the back view of the bus as it was just right behind the bus.

The fourth image was the screenshotted one just cropped.

The fifth image was was the moon earlier that morning while on the bus.

The sixth image is a failed picture as the lighting went away and Matthew slipped. Lol don't blame him this bus is way too bumpy!