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retrievablememories · 3 years ago

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steal you | taeyong

summary: who's that man on the sidewalk who stands at your window everyday? he's a little strange, isn't he? genre: vampire au word count: 1.2k warnings: manipulation, elements of somnophilia, suggestive content, general creep behavior a/n: well i said i wasn't a dark!fic writer but idk anymore. i did not want to post this on here but wattpad is useless and i won’t do ao3 😬

lightly inspired by the johanna storyline in sweeney todd (2007)

do they think that walls can hide you?

even now i'm at your window

i am in the dark beside you

there's a man at your home.

you've seen many people on your street since you've lived here, yet you haven't seen him before. he's been appearing across the street from your window for the past two weeks.

at first, he only sat on the bench across the street, looking up at your bay window from below his bangs—like he was trying not to be noticed. he had eyes that couldn't seem to look away. sometimes he'd be feeding a stray dog some bread or giving the beggar children whatever money he had on him, but his gaze would always drift back to you.

and you looked back at him.

night by night, he kept inching closer until he was right below your window, leaning on the gate surrounding your iron fortress of a house. and on that day, you'd opened your window to him. he looked up at the sound of your window opening, and his lips curved into a closed smile.

"who are you?" you'd asked, speaking through the gap in your window.

"lee taeyong," he announced. "it's good to see you." he spoke as if there was some familiarity between you—some rapport that extended beyond him just visiting your window for the past week. the name didn't mean anything to you, you'd never known a lee taeyong before, but you kept your window open, looking at him curiously.

you told him your name, and he'd smiled with his teeth then, his eyes crinkling.

"a pretty name for a pretty bird."

this flattery took you by surprise, but you finally smiled back at him.

since then, he stands by the gate below your window every night, talking to you about anything and uncaring of the people who shoot him odd glances as they travel the footpaths. you worry about him craning his neck so often, but he just laughs.

you only see him at night. you figure he must work at one of the local factories or other businesses nearby; his clothes don't betray any esteemed social status. not that it much matters to you; it's better to have someone to talk to than no one.

you readily accept his company. in all your loneliness, you even come to crave it.

"i'll come and steal you away one day, i promise."

"you always say that." you giggle.

"i will," he insists. "you just have to invite me in, and i'll do whatever you ask of me."

"invite you in? you know you're welcome here—well. by me at least, and...only in theory. i'd have already let you in if i could." you glance back to the heavy wooden door of your room, always locked.

taeyong shuffles his feet shyly, looking up at you with earnest eyes. "yes, i know, but it's better to hear it from those beautiful lips."

you can hardly hide the grin on your face at the compliment, though you try to, timidly covering your mouth with your hand. "lee taeyong..." you sigh, trying to use your best scolding tone on him and failing. "fine, if you insist so. i invite you to come in whenever you please—though i haven't the slightest clue how you'd get in."

taeyong tucks his hands into his pockets and grins. "you needn't worry your pretty head about it. i always keep my promises."

"i'll hold you to it!" you say playfully, leaning on your windowsill, and he only smiles in return.

in the middle of the night, you feel a hand on your side, trailing up your torso to your shoulder.

it should be frightening, but it's comforting at first. the hand travels across your collarbones, the fingertips tickling your skin. it brushes the side of your jaw, strokes your neck.

two of the fingers press against your bottom lip, only slightly to start. they push more insistently at the seam of your lips until your mouth parts and there is enough room to slide in. the digits caress your bottom teeth and tongue, and you finally open your eyes, startling awake with a moan.

you're confused for a moment—the fingers aren't there anymore, and you don't know if you merely dreamed what just happened—but you're met with the sight of taeyong in front of you. you quickly sit up, looking at him with wide, confused eyes and pulling the comforter up with you. it's not appropriate for him to see you in nothing but your nightgown.

"taeyong? how'd you get in? the door..." you say, your words trailing off as taeyong lifts you from the bed and brings you into his embrace. he doesn't seem to care about the impropriety of the situation.

"shh," he whispers. "it's fine. we can be together now."

"together now? but how?" you ask, your fingers curling into the material of his outer jacket. still trying to understand the enigma of this situation, you stare at the door; it's closed. taeyong's fingers slip under your chin to guide your gaze back to his, and he kisses you once your eyes meet. the quickness of it takes you off guard, and you don't have the frame of mind to notice how the tips of two of his fingers are wet.

he holds you close, your nightgown bunched up around your thighs as you sit halfway in his lap, and you tremble when his free hand goes to your thigh just then. his tongue sliding into your mouth makes warmth deepen in your abdomen, and despite yourself, you presently wish he'd bring his hand a little further up...

he lowers you to the bed again, one of his arms beneath your back as he kisses you deeply. the hand that was underneath you comes to your side as he holds himself above you, moving his lips from your mouth lower to your neck.

"you said we can be together now," you whisper breathlessly, intuitively tilting your head so that he can gain better access to your neck. his teeth scrape against your skin momentarily, a little sharper than normal teeth should probably feel, but that little peculiarity escapes your mind as quickly as it comes. "a-are we going to leave?" letting him touch you like this feels good, but you don't want to spend a minute longer in this stuffy old room if he's going to make good on his promise to take you away from it.

taeyong pulls away from your neck only far enough to see your expression, and he looks in your eyes with an open, inviting demeanor.

"we'll leave. you just have to close your eyes." he smiles innocently, the corners of his lips curling up. you don't know how you can do anything but trust that face, so you do.

"okay." you close your eyes, and all you feel for a few moments is his breath on your neck and one of his hands on your waist. you don't know what you're supposed to be experiencing, so you merely wait. you don't question it when his lips return to your neck, still warm from your earlier kissing.

after that, you don't remember anything else.

and one day, i'll steal you

'til i'm with you then i'm with you there...

#taeyong fic #taeyong imagines #taeyong scenarios #vampire au #nct vampire au #nct fic #nct imagines #nct #taeyong #nct scenarios

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cinnaminsvga · 4 years ago

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Undercover (M)

→ summary: the company banquets that your family loves to host are often drearier than you would like them to be. lucky for you, your bodyguards have the perfect solution: why don’t you play a little game with them?

the only rule? you must keep quiet at all costs.

→ pairing: vamp!jungkook x reader x siren!seokjin → genre: bodyguard!au, supernatural, smut → warnings: dom!jin, switch!kook, sub!reader, remote vibrator, rough public sex, fingering, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, blood-drinking, hypnotization, jin is kinda sadistic, basically pwp ;_; → words: 5.4K → a/n: this is for the holiday fic exchange that was held on @btsghostiewritersnet!! my fic is dedicated to ms @jincherie (aka the loml and also the recipient of 1/3 of the fics i’ve written this year??) who requested this prompt. i’m not really good with poly or smut fics, but i tried my best??? it ended up being a lil more jk centric than i anticipated but HHHH IDK I JUST HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EVEN A TEENY BIT ;o; anyway... happy holidays everyone!!

You can feel their eyes on you.

Except that isn’t much of a revelation—they are always watchful of you, after all. Your father pays a hefty enough salary that they would risk their lives to keep you safe, so it isn’t much of a surprise to know that they are lurking at the sides, keeping distant and close all at once.

This time, however, is different. You know for a fact that it is different. There is a subtle shift in the air, something tangible enough that you can almost touch it, taste it. You know that if you glance back at them, you will find two pairs of eyes, watching and waiting for… something.

That fact alone is enough to keep the goosebumps on your arms from subsiding. You feel like a canister just waiting to burst, a small disturbance enough to get you to erupt into flames and burn every last inch of propriety left in your being. Tonight, they are here to ruin you.

“Why are you acting so damn fidgety? Stand still,” your brother huffs after a while, pinching you lightly in the side. It breaks you from your reverie, causing you to jolt away with wide eyes.

“W-what?” you ask breathlessly. You wipe your clammy hands across your expensive dress, leaving wrinkles in their wake. “Sorry. I just… had a lot of coffee before coming here, is all. I needed the wake-me-up.”

He watches you for a moment, raising an eyebrow at your odd behavior. You can tell that he’s suspicious, but he inevitably shrugs it off, too unbothered to care. Like you, it takes a whole deal to get Yoongi excited about anything, and having a jumpy sister is far from reaching his quota. “Whatever. Just don’t cause a scene, alright? These events might be boring as hell, but dad has a bunch of important people here tonight, so you better get your shit together.”

You snort. “Right. Like when does he not invite important people to these parties?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean. Just behave, alright? I’m not covering for you if you piss someone off.”

“Wouldn’t have dreamed of asking,” you mutter. Little does he know, you are already planning on behaving tonight, anyway. That is the name of the game, after all.

On a makeshift stage at the head of the ballroom, your father has just finished giving his opening remarks, thanking all his esteemed guests for making it to tonight’s banquet. Polite applause follows soon after, the clamor loud enough to mask the way you inhale sharply in surprise. Your back straightens imperceptibly, your body going rigid as if you had been struck by lightning. To your left, your brother is none the wiser to your panic, his attention glued to his phone.

When the clapping breaks, you nearly speak your prayers aloud when the ambush on your senses suddenly stops as well. You take one, two calming breaths, your core throbbing needily as you await the second wave to hit. Disappointed when nothing comes, you smooth your dress down, fighting the urge to look around to see if anyone was watching.

Legs slightly weaker and breath a little shakier, you walk among the throngs of people as they make their way to their seats, getting ready for dinner to be served. Instead of heading to where your family’s table would be located, you change direction halfway and walk towards the back. Yoongi does not comment, just nodding back at you and going the other way as well. This is normal etiquette for both of you, anyway—your father has always expected the two of you to wander during these parties, greeting guests and socializing with them as proper hosts should.

Except that isn’t on your agenda for tonight. Right now, you have a game to play, and you don’t intend on losing your focus to anything else.

It does not take you long to find who you are looking for. Just like he promised, Jungkook is standing close to the east entrance, standing stock still against the wall in his designer black suit. When he notices you approach, his stern demeanor softens, a small smile gracing his Adonis-like features. It is nothing more than a quirk of his lips, but it is enough for a flash of something sharp to catch your eye. It disappears before you can even blink, but you know that what you had seen is far from a figment of your imagination.

To an outsider, Jungkook looks as intimidating as any regular bodyguard should be: tall and muscular, coupled with a dangerous gaze that could pierce diamond. He certainly works like one too, as your father would have never hired him if he wasn’t 100% sure that Jungkook was up to his lofty standards.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there is something else that sets Jungkook apart if you just looked close enough. Even from a few feet apart, you can see the redness lining his irises, the deathly pallor of his skin, the sallowness of his cheeks. As you get closer, you notice other things too, like how his hands tremble against his sides and how his breathing has gotten shallow.

Everything about him screams vampire—a starving one, at that.

“How long has it been now?” you murmur, gently nudging your shoulder against his. You keep close to him, feeling yourself relax at the mere scent of him. Jungkook always somehow manages to smell good; you suppose that’s a given since you don’t think he’s even capable of sweating.

“Since the party started?” he asks.

“No, silly. How long has it been since you last fed?”

“Three days, seventeen hours, and twenty-one minutes, ma’am. But who’s counting?” he wheezes, offering you a strained smile. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not really, but I know you,” you reply. A little too well, in fact. “Seokjin hasn’t even allowed you a snack? Even once?”

Jungkook coughs out a laugh, amused. “You and I both know that hyung wouldn’t be that merciful. He did say that if I behave today, then maybe…” he trails off. You don’t miss the way he stares longingly at you, thinly veiled desire rolling off him in waves.

You feel the blood rushing up to your face, turning away from him in embarrassment. You have to remind yourself not to rub your neck, lest the make-up covering your fading scar give away your dirty little secret. “I’m sorry, by the way. I kind of did this to both of us, huh?”

Jungkook chuckles, snaking an arm around your waist. You shoot him a warning glare, but you both know he only dares to get comfortable with you when he’s sure no one is watching. Besides, it’s always been hard for you to get mad at the boy, not when he has always been so sweet with you.

“No, it’s fine. We all agreed to this when you proposed it. Besides, neither hyung nor I are going to risk our health when your safety is on the line. It’s not that bad, I promise.”

“If you’re sure,” you say, glancing at him doubtfully. You have never seen Jungkook quite so… unhinged before, as if he’s just a step away from teetering off the edge. It scares you just as much as it arouses you, but you make sure to keep that to yourself. “I honestly didn’t think Seokjin would be this ruthless.”

Jungkook snorts. “I’ve known him for a long time, Y/N. Trust me when I say that he is definitely going easy on us, especially you.”

“If this is easy, I’m afraid to know how he’s like when he goes all out then,” you say, but the thought of Seokjin becoming even more merciless than usual sends an excited shiver down your spine.

“How about you?” Jungkook asks. “Are you doing okay with the, um, you know?” He flushes, still shy to even say it aloud even after all the things the two of you have done together.

You giggle, unable to resist the urge to tease him. “You tell me, Koo. You can smell me, can’t you?” You lean closer, looking at him through your lashes. “You could probably smell from across the ballroom, especially with how hungry you are… My poor baby,” you coo. You have your chest pressed against his, your low neckline leaving nothing to the imagination. And yet, his gaze is fixed elsewhere, red eyes following the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

It’s a rhetorical question; you know he can smell you. The remote vibrator in your underwear has been on the lowest setting ever since the night started. The vibrations are persistent enough to keep you constantly aroused, but it’s never enough to give you what you really want.

And just when you think you’ve gotten used to the sensation, Seokjin will spike it up occasionally, causing your composure to crack ever so slightly. You’re pretty sure he hasn’t turned it on to the highest setting yet, but judging from how the dampness of your underwear has seeped past your thighs, you aren’t sure if you’d be able to keep your cool if he did.

“Do I smell good, Koo? I know you said my blood tastes sweetest when I’m like this, right?” you whisper, trailing a finger down his chest. He does not reply, his nostrils flaring as he struggles to control his breathing. He has a dangerous edge in his expression, a simmering darkness just begging to be released. It’s the kind of lust that sweet and lovely Jungkook hardly ever has the capability of showcasing, except during moments like these, when he is at his hungriest and most desperate.

“I’m not going to lose the game this early on,” he says, voice quiet. There is danger in still waters, you recall your mother telling you when you were younger, and you find that there is truth behind her words after all. Jungkook may sound calm, but the edge in his tone is laced with meaning.

“No fun,” you laugh.

As if on cue, your own dose of karma hits you when Seokjin decides to turn the vibrator up to its maximum setting. “Shit,” you gasp, barely holding back your moans. You nearly double over, mostly from shock, not expecting the intensity of the vibrations. You feel your legs turn to jelly, your body heating up and breaking out into a sweat. You have to lean against Jungkook for support, your grip on his biceps so tight that you’re afraid that you might have torn through the fabric. If he had been human, you might have worried that you were hurting him.

Jungkook stumbles slightly against your weight, surprising the both of you as he’s normally as sturdy as a brick wall. Your worry for Jungkook supersedes the lust addling your brain long enough to wonder if his blood fast is starting to affect him.

“S-sorry, Koo. Are you okay? Are you getting dizzy from hunger?” you ask, your words stilted and breathy as you try to ignore the pleasure coursing through your veins. “We can go somewhere and—fuckfuckfuck—”

You are unable to finish your sentence, having to muffle your moans by biting into his shoulder. You’re shaking and panting, the relentless assault on your clit causing a fresh wave of arousal to drip down your cunt and ruin your panties even further. The coil inside of you is close to snapping, your long-awaited climax just inches away. You have half a mind to reach under your dress and chase after your high, but the sensible part of you reminds you that you are still at a public event—your father’s public event, to be exact. So instead, you wrap your arms around Jungkook to restrain yourself, looking to all the world as if you were just two lovers in an embrace.

Just as you’re about to finish, the vibrator shuts off completely, snatching away any hopes of you coming. You want to scream in frustration, a few tears threatening to fall as you squeeze your eyes tightly. Eventually, you release your death grip on Jungkook, keeping your head bowed to hide the way you’re still short for breath. When you feel less hazy, you take a shaky step away from him while muttering apologies to Jungkook.

“S-sorry about that. So much for Seokjin going easy on me, huh? I really didn’t expect him to pull a fast one on me like that—”

When Jungkook doesn’t respond, you turn back to face him. “O-oh,” you whisper lamely, your blood heating up when your gaze meets his. “Jungkook?” you call out, though you don’t think he’ll be up for much conversation right now.

You have never quite seen him like this before. His eyes have started glowing red, so much so that there’s barely a sliver of white remaining. His fangs have extended far past what should have been humanly possible, its sharp tips puncturing his bottom lip. He doesn’t even appear to be moving, not even showing any signs that he might have been breathing at all.

“Jungkook,” you repeat. You tug on his sleeve hesitantly, but he stands as still as a statue. “Jungkook, get a hold of yourself!” It takes you a few moments of coaxing and shaking before some semblance of lucidity returns to him.

He blinks a few times, but his incisors have yet to retract. “Sorry,” he grunts, bringing a hand up to his face. He rubs at his eyes, and when he reopens them, they’ve stopped glowing. His irises are still a deep shade of red. “Sorry, I didn’t think I’d lose myself there. That’s never happened before.”

“You were kinda scary there for a second,” you laugh nervously. “Almost like you were going to eat me alive.”

“I honestly might have,” Jungkook admits. “If Seokjin hadn’t stopped you from coming right then, I might have just fed from you right in the open.”

You shiver. You kind of hate yourself for liking the sound of that, even if it was hypothetical. Your bodyguards wouldn’t risk your reputation like that. For a moment, it almost could have been real though, your mind unhelpfully supplies.

“You would’ve lost the game then,” you say instead.

Jungkook chuckles weakly, shaking his head. “You, Seokjin, and I already knew from the start that if anyone was going to lose, it was always going to be me.”

“Conceding defeat, then?” you ask. You press your thighs together in anticipation, catching the way he watches your movements like a predator awaiting its prey. “Is anyone watching us?”

With your back facing the party, you would never have known if anyone was close enough to hear your strangled moans back then. Ever the attentive bodyguard despite hunger and lust clouding his mind, Jungkook had still made sure that the two of you were far away enough from prying eyes. Well, with the exception of one.

“He was watching us,” Jungkook mumbles. You don’t turn to look when he points somewhere behind you. “He’s by the northwest entrance. He was watching us the whole time, but now he’s talking to your brother’s bodyguard.”

“How much do you wanna bet he won’t notice us sneaking out?” you ask, giggling when Jungkook gives you an incredulous look. “What? Didn’t you once say you could sneak me out of anywhere without my father knowing?”

“Your father and Kim Seokjin are two different people in two different leagues,” he points out. He glances at Seokjin once more, rubbing his neck nervously. “Oh, he’s definitely going to figure out what we’re doing the moment we get out of here.”

You shrug, already tugging him by the hand towards the restroom outside the ballroom. You wink at him, your giggles full of mischief. “Then it’s settled. We lose this game, and then we start another one.”

“Another one?” Jungkook echoes, following you like a dutiful pet. When you exit the ballroom, you find the reception area empty save for a few other security guards loitering by the elevators, surreptitiously on their phones. You easily make it past them and head to where the restrooms are, setting your sights on the polished wooden doors.

You push Jungkook inside the women’s restroom, locking the door once you both are settled inside. Turning to face him with an eager grin, you almost let out a laugh at the overenthusiastic gleam in his eyes. “New game plan. I call this one the ‘let’s see if we can get off before Seokjin catches us’ game.”

“Sounds thrilling,” Jungkook chuckles, but he’s already opening his arms when you walk over to him. You accept his embrace, pressing him against the marble sinks and slotting your lips together.

The kiss is fiery, all teeth and no finesse. He has one hand grabbing fistfuls of your ass and the other cupping your jaw as he holds you in place. Your own hands almost seem like they don’t know what to do, scrambling up and down his sides before finally locking around his neck as your mind goes blank.

Jungkook’s incisors cut your lips accidentally, causing droplets of blood to trickle down. They don’t even make it past your chin before Jungkook’s voracious tongue is already lapping it up, his groans echoing in the vastly large room.

You barely register the pain before Jungkook is offering another distraction in the form of his lips trailing down to your jaw until he reaches your neck, his breath leaving goosebumps across your skin. “Y/N,” he rasps, his fangs dizzyingly close.

Before he can choose to do anything, you trail a finger to his chin, forcing him to look at you. His eyes appear glazed over, almost as if he isn’t even fully cognizant of his surroundings. But when he catches sight of the way a fresh droplet of blood is already beginning to take form on your lips, his gaze hardens immediately.

You smirk, giggling when he groans at you licking up your bloodied lip. “No marks on my neck, baby. You’re gonna have to drink from down there.”

In any other scenario, you might have been concerned at how quickly he drops to his knees. He doesn’t look too bothered, however, as he bunches up your dress to your chest and tears your pathetic excuse for underwear into shreds. The small purple vibrator falls to the ground along with it, neither of you worried about where it is rolling away.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, burying his nose into your cunt. You yelp loudly, sensitive after hours of edging. You unconsciously try to trap him with your thighs, but he holds them apart with an iron grip. From your vantage point, you can only see his eyelashes grazing your stomach as he licks two long stripes across your slit, nearly causing you to fall over had he not been holding you.

“Shit.” He leans back to look at you properly, his mouth shiny with your slick. “Can I? Can I please?”

You don’t even know what exactly it is that he’s asking, but you’re already nodding anyway, eager for him to do something, anything. “Yes, yes, yes. C’mon, Koo. Give it to me,” you whine. Your voice sounds hoarse to your ears, desperate and delirious.

Not one to disobey, Jungkook does exactly that. One moment he is on the floor and the next he is lifting you with ease, placing you on the marble counter and standing between your legs to keep them spread. He returns to kneeling and hooks your legs onto his shoulders. He caresses your thighs with a gentleness that seems out of place, craning his neck sideways so he can plant a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.

You whimper impatiently, nudging him with your knee. “Jungkook, this is sweet and all, but my pussy has been aching to be stuffed for hours now so I’d really appreciate it if we can just get on with the pro-o-g-gram—” you stammer, your verbal skills forgotten the moment his thumb brushes your clit. Your body jerks on instinct, his delicate touch like lightning on your skin. “Ah, fuck! Jungkook, please!”

You have your head thrown back, unable to keep still when he proceeds to push a finger into you without warning. He pumps into you slowly, the drag of his fingertips torturously slow as you incoherently beg for more.

“More? You fucking asked for it,” he grunts, adding a second finger and being rewarded with another chorus of moans from you. He fucks his fingers into you like a drill, the obscene squelch of your sopping cunt coupled with the sound of palm hitting against your clit is like music to his ears. He can sense the way your blood is rushing through you right now, pleasure thrumming through your limbs and making you intoxicatingly sweet.

“I can’t wait to taste you, darling,” he says, licking his lips in anticipation. “You must love this, don’t you? Love it when I finger you like this, even though you know hyung is going to catch us and punish us for this?”

You nod fervently, incoherent babbles dribbling from your open mouth. “W-want both of you! Want S-Seokjin to catch us and make us cry.” You gasp, your stomach clenching when he curls his fingers in just the right way to make your toes curl in pleasure. “Koo, I’m a-almost there!”

Your pussy, despite hours of being constantly aroused, still feels like a vice grip, selfishly sucking him back. He relishes your moans, drawing more sounds out of you that you had not known you were capable of producing. There is no time or space for shame as your whines grow higher in pitch, calling out his name when you sense your orgasm approach.

Jungkook feels feverish when he finally takes a bite from your skin, your blood made sweeter when you climaxed from his fingers alone. The meat of your thigh gushes crimson like a fountain upon his desert-like tongue. He is drunk on you; not even nectar can be sweeter than you.

He drinks for what feels like hours, lapping at your wound until he cannot stomach another drop. A blatant lie, of course, but he also does not wish to drink you dry. So with a heavy heart, he pulls away, leaving one last lick up your thigh to stop the bleeding. He slumps back on his knees, his head lolling drowsily as he looks at you with a satisfied smile.

You are in no better condition, your chest heaving as you struggle to regain your sanity after both the mind-blowing orgasm and blood loss. Still, you smirk sleepily back at him, your eyebrow raised as if in question.

“What?” Jungkook drawls.

Instead of a verbal response, you point at his crotch with your feet. When he looks down, his dick is completely hard, his erection straining against his slacks. He was so deeply engrossed in the flavor of you that he had not even stopped to consider his own arousal, but now that it has been so kindly pointed out by you, the need to be inside of you consumes him like a fire burning him on a stake.

A guttural sound escapes his throat, a renewed fervor pushing him to climb to his feet in an instant. Impatient, he struggles for a moment to loosen his belt, has half a mind to just tear his pants in two when—

“Jeon Jungkook, can you hear me?”

Jungkook stiffens. Unable to hear the voice coming from his earpiece, you give Jungkook a quizzical look, wondering why he’d suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Koo? What’s the matter?” you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Jeon Jungkook, answer me,” Seokjin’s voice is slightly garbled by static, but the authority in his tone is unmistakable.

Jungkook swallows thickly. He lifts the small microphone attached to his lapel, bringing it closer to his lips. “H-hyung?” he stutters. Your eyes widen, realization and panic seizing you.

You both share a frantic look. Fuck!

Seokjin chuckles darkly. “Took you long enough. Did you and our little mistress have fun?”

“W-well, we—” Jungkook stammers, looking to you for help. You shrug your shoulders, equally as tongue-tied. He returns to his mic, “We were just, umm…”

“Open the door,” is all Seokjin utters before Jungkook’s earpiece goes dead. Jungkook rips the small piece of plastic from his ear, both of you turning to the door when a loud knock reverberates across the restroom.

“It’s…” Jungkook cuts off, but he doesn’t need to say anything for you to know exactly who is waiting outside the door.

“Open the door,” Seokjin repeats, but there’s a certain quality to his voice that makes both you and Jungkook immediately want to follow his command. Without another word, Jungkook stands up stiffly, his feet dragging as he unlocks the door to allow him inside.

“No fair,” you complain. You pout, crossing your arms. “You used your siren voice on us!”

“I wouldn’t have needed to use it if you two weren’t acting like a pair of brats,” Seokjin says, sickly sweet. He’s smiling, but there is darkness lingering in his expression. It doesn’t help that your lower body is still exposed, free for his gaze to roam. “Do you have any idea how much trouble the two of you are in?”

“I’m sure my father is hardly concerned,” you scoff, filled with false bravado. You smirk when his eyebrows furrow, keen to tempt his anger. After all, Seokjin is the most fun to play with when he lets go. “Besides, I pay you to look out for me, don’t I? I’d expect you to come up with an excuse on our behalf.”

“I suppose so,” Seokjin hums. He glances at Jungkook, whose prior arousal has yet to subside. In a flash, Seokjin has Jungkook backed up to a toilet cabinet, roughly grabbing his bulge. Jungkook wheezes, his eyes flashing open in surprise.

“And you?” Seokjin asks, using his free hand to force Jungkook to face him. “You understand that you left your post, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Jungkook gasps out. Seokjin’s grip tightens, and Jungkook releases a soft moan.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes hyung,” Jungkook emphasizes, his hips unconsciously rutting upwards. Seokjin situates his thigh in between Jungkook’s legs, letting the younger boy rock against it for a few moments before pulling back just as quickly. Jungkook whines pathetically, jaw agape.

“You both lost the game. What makes you think you deserve anything?” Seokjin asks. He directs his question to you, glancing over his shoulder. “Well? Did I interrupt something I wasn’t supposed to see?”

When you don’t reply, Seokjin frowns. “Answer me, Y/N.”

His voice is musical, and it pulls the answer out of you, unable to resist. “Yes,” you say, through gritted teeth.

“What were you going to do?”

“He was going to fuck me,” you say. You smirk when his shoulders tense. “We were going to fuck without you.”

At your admission, Seokjin considers you with an unreadable expression. The tension in the air is tangible. Jungkook has his eyes averted, but judging from the way his cock twitches in his trousers, you know he’s also aware of what’s going to happen. All you need to do is wait a little, and then Seokjin will—

He steps away from Jungkook and walks towards the chaise lounge situated near the wall of the entrance. He sits on it primly, his back straightened as though he were about to call you in for tea. “Go on then,” he says, flapping his hands flippantly. When neither of you moves, he quirks an eyebrow in amusement. “What? Don’t let me ruin your fun. Continue where you left off.”

“Um…” you say, thoroughly at a loss. This is usually the point where Seokjin decides to punish either of you, or perhaps drag the two of you back home for more adequate disciplinary action. Instead, he seems content to allow the two of you to do as you please. He has a mask of indifference on, and it’s always been a little hard for you to figure out what he was really thinking.

“But…” Jungkook gulps. “W-we wanted you to, um…”

“What? To join you? Oh please,” Seokjin laughs, a little cruelly. “No, I’d rather not stop your fun. Carry on.”

“But—”

“Carry. On.” Seokjin commands, his power trickling onto his words. At once, Jungkook straightens up, his feet carrying him towards you and spreading your legs apart. You gasp, the sudden movement surprising you.

“Seokjin, what are you..?”

“Fuck her, Jungkook,” Seokjin interrupts, ignoring your baffled stutters. “Fuck her until she can’t even stand.”

Jungkook shoves down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, kicking them off his ankles somewhere behind him. He situates his cock against you, rubbing the tip against your slit for a second before thrusting forward and splitting you open.

You both scream and moan at the sensation, your warm walls clamped around him deliciously. He begins his brutal pace immediately, both due to his desperation to meet his orgasm and also the magic imbued in the simple command given by Seokjin.

The intoxicating roll of his hips has your eyes seeing stars as he pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in. He angles himself until he hits your sweet spot with every thrust, ripping ragged whimpers from your throat. Your second orgasm is quickly building before you know it, your body tightening up as he continues to rut into you.

With a trembling moan, you gush around him, coating his cock with your arousal. Your legs are still shaking even after you finish, your entire body going limp from the exertion. Jungkook slows down, still painfully hard inside of you.

“Did I tell you to stop? Keep going,” Seokjin utters quietly. He is the picture of calmness, his hands folded delicately onto his lap.

“What?” you exclaim. “I can’t, no, it’s too much—”

But when it comes to Seokjin, his word is the law. Between the two of you, Jungkook has always been more susceptible to his voice, completely powerless under Seokjin’s influence. And so, Jungkook resumes fucking into you, mindlessly obedient.

“I’m too—Jungkook, stop, I’m sensitive,” you cry out, but your pleas go unheard as he reaches between the two of you, his thumb grazing your clit and causing your entire body to jolt forward. Your walls squeeze around his cock in response and Jungkook trembles in pleasure. His ministrations on your clit, in tandem with the swiveling of his hips, are almost vicious, the sting both pleasurable and painful.

You can feel the beginnings of tears forming, the assault on your senses almost too unbearable to handle. “S-Seokjin, please! Make him stop!”

Jungkook is nearing his climax, his rhythm growing erratic and showing no signs of slowing down. He is unable to hear you past his desire, completely entranced and hypnotized.

“You want him to stop? Fine,” Seokjin says, amused. “Jungkook, stop.”

“No, please!” Jungkook lets out a tortured wail. His body freezes in place, his cock still twitching inside of you. The poor boy lets out a few stray tears, his eyes squeezed shut as his body refuses to do his bidding. He sobs, his voice cracking as he pleads, “Hyung, I was so close!”

“Not my problem,” Seokjin giggles. He gets up from his perch on the sofa, leisurely walking towards the both of you as he surveys the frozen boy with a satisfied grin. “That ought to teach you a lesson,” he says, patting Jungkook on the back.

“And you,” he says, facing you, “aren’t getting away so easily.”

You gulp, a shudder running down your spine. “B-but, the party..?”

Snorting incredulously, Seokjin taps his microphone on. “Namjoon-ssi? Yes, I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly. I found Miss Y/N. It seems that she is having stomach problems, so I’ll be escorting her home. Please inform Master Min about her early departure,” he says in one breath, shutting his earpiece off before the other man can reply.

“It seems like everything is already taken care of,” Seokjin says angelically, even though he is anything but. He bends down to pick up Jungkook’s discarded pants, handing them to the younger. He also finds your forgotten vibrator under one of the sinks, picking it up and placing it neatly into his pocket.

He smiles. “Get dressed, both of you. The night is still young, after all.”

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of-house-atreides · 3 years ago

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Triple Frontier AU

Vampire!Santi x Werewolf!Benny

I got bored while waiting for 2022 and the only thing I had to distract myself was my phone and my imagination.

I guess this is a prologue of my Enchanted Frontier fic that I’m planning to write.

This is how Santi and Benny meet and become mates.

This wasn’t supposed to be so long but I was inspired and couldn’t stop. I have no idea how long this is. It’s not proof read, I’ll re write in on my laptop later.

Warning: for nudity and injury and blood.

Idk how to add a “read more” button on mobile so, sorry about the long post.

Enjoy ~ @fangirl-316

Santi running around the forest during a full moon, chasing after an unfamiliar scent that is driving him crazy. It’s not human but it’s not an animal either. It smells like a wolf… and something else.

Eventually he finds the source of the delicious scent. A blond, tall man with a strong figure is lying naked on the wet leaves of the cold ground of the woods. He’s hurt. A bleeding wound on his size. A beast is fighting a few feet from him. Two men dressed in black are attacking him with weapons made of irons. Hunters. And werewolves.

The handsome blond man was too hurt to keep in his wolf form and he must’ve turned back into his human body.

The wolf must have cared deeply for him as he braved the two hunters on his own, trying to keep them away from the dying man.

Santi killed one of the hunters that was about to shoot an arrow and kill the beast. The surprising attack distracted the other one and it allowed the wolf to attack and kill him.

Santi used his supernatural speed to return to the wounded man. He smelled of a warm summer night, his blood burning his throat as it vanished in the earth.

The wolf growled a warning. Santi raised his hands, a silent way to show he meant no harm.

The man looked up at the vampire. His clear blue eyes dark with fear… and need. He smelled him too. Santi’s scent. Cold and unwelcoming… and yet he could smell the loneliness and the desire. He knew what it was, what it meant. He had heard about since he was a child. Wolves called it a mate.

Vampires did too.

A bond in both cases. Respected among the wolves. Feared among the vampires.

A vampire’s mate was like their slave. Often used for blood, and sex, there was no love in that relationship. It was a one way deal. The human often didn’t have much of a choice. But the werewolves, they both felt it. Both wanted it. They would die for the other. They would rather die than be apart.

Santi was confused as he watched his mate suffer before him. He was dying and he could stop it. But would a werewolf accept his blood? Would a werewolf accept the help of a vampire.

He brought his hand to his cheek, his fingertips leaving a cold trail on his skin as he ran them across his jaw.

“What’s your name?” he asked softly.

“Be-Benny.”

“You’re dying, Benny,” he said flatly.

The fear in the werewolves’ eyes would have made any vampire satisfied. But not Santi. Although he didn’t care about other people, he didn’t find other’s pain entertaining. That was why he stayed away from his kind, and other people.

The wolf was watching the vampire carefully, debating if he should rip the vampire’s head from his body. But he had just helped him, he had come to their rescue, in fact.

“I… don’t want to… die.”

“I can help you,” Santi told him as he ran a hand through his blond hair. “Do you want me to help?”

Benny nodded. “Please.”

Santi leaned forward and brushed his nose against his throat. The wolf growled another warning as he stepped forward, but the vampire ignored it.

“Do you know what that means? Do you know what this means?” he whispered in the wolf’s ear, his fingertips caressing his bare skin as his moved his hand down his strong chest.

Benny swallowed with difficulty as he squeezed his eyes closed. Yes, he knew. And he was afraid the choice he had to make was between death, or death.

“You will be mine, wolf. Can you make that choice and live by it?”

“And you… will be mine,” Benny coughed, drops of blood sliding off his chin. “Deal?” he asked with what he meant to be a smirk.

Santi arched an eyebrow. Even dying the wolf wanted to play with the vampire. Santi chuckled.

“Deal.”

He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit. He sat Benny up and moved behind him. The werewolf leaned back against the vampire’s chest as he brought his wrist to his mouth.

“Drink.”

The wolf huffed. Not of disapproval as he would never pretend to tell his brother what to do. Not of disappointment as he would never be disappointed in his brother. Perhaps of sadness. As he was leaving his life behind. For now there were linked to a vampire, they could not return home.

“Good boy,” Santi whispered low enough the wolf didn’t hear it.

Benny moaned. The vampire’s blood tasted better than whine. It warmed his entire body, took away the pain, closed his wound. It was addictive. Santi had to remove his wrist with a bit of force from Benny’s mouth.

“Fuck.”

“You’ll have enough time to taste me later.”

“Please, don’t,” the wolf who had just turned back into a man said from above.

He was standing bare before them, his hands on his hips, his long hair falling on his face.

“This is Will, my brother.”

“Thanks for the help,” Will nodded.

“You’re most welcome.”

Will held out his hand to his brother who took it. The vampire needed no help to get back onto his feet.

“You have a… cavern you sleep in during the day?” Will ask.

A low chuckle escaped Santi.

“My estate is a few miles away.”

“Your… estate?”

“My name is Santiago Garcia. I live in Caladan Castle.”

“You’re…”

“Caladan Castle?” Will repeated.

“You’re Count Garcia?”

“Count Garcia was my father. I’m Santiago. My friends call me Santi.”

“Your friends call you Pope,” a voice echoed in the silent forest.

A man appeared behind them. He seemed out of breath.

“What took you so long?” Santi asked mockingly.

“Fuck off, Pope.”

“Who are you?” Will asked.

“Who are you? And why are you naked?”

“This is Will,” Santi said. “His brother, Benny. My mate.”

“Fuck off, I didn’t take that long.”

“What did you do with the horses, Fish?”

“Fish?” Will raised an eyebrow.

“My name is Frankie, and the horses went home. They smelled your new friends and abandoned me.”

“Horses don’t like wolves much,” Will admitted.

“Werewolves,” Frankie scoffed. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Let’s go then. Let’s see that castle.”

Will bent over and turned back into a beast. Frankie stepped back at the sight of the giant wolf. He gave a curious look to Santi who just gave him a smirk as he shrugged.

“I’ll be faster as a wolf,” Benny told Santi.

The vampire turned back towards his mate. He placed a hand on the back of his head and brought his forehead to his. Benny closed his eyes as he inhaled Santi’s scent. A growl escaped him.

“Let’s go home.”

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shijakbuteoda · 4 years ago

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high five deprivation

PAIRING: werewolf!yeonjun x female demon!reader

GENRE: supernatural au, college au, allusion to soulmate au, enemies to lovers, comedy, fluff

WARNINGS: vulgar language, includes violence & blood

A/N: seeing as it was halloween yesterday in australia i thought to write something appropriate !! i haven’t written anything of this nature before so i hope u like it :D idk how good i am at writing this sorta stuff so lmk what u think lovelies <3

WORD COUNT: 5,000+

SUMMARY: When Yeonjun promptly ignores your high five, an unprecedented rivalry blooms between the pair of you. After some time passes, it comes to your attention that Yeonjun is a werewolf, that he was the additional supernatural presence your abilities had detected, and that your rings... were silver. From this spirals a series of comedic events, and furthermore something more than just a mere friendship between you.

You swore that you would never forgive Yeonjun for his sinful actions.

I mean, how dare he look at your risen hand, and then continue on with his day without so much as returning your high five? What kind of sick person just does that?

Before Yeonjun had so ignorantly dampened your mood, you began your day with a pep to your walk, greeting anyone and everyone who passed you. The sweet summer breeze swept your hair back, the sunlight shining down on you only highlighting your inhumane beauty. Heads turned, people whispered, your confidence was at an extreme high. So when Yeonjun dismissed your high five without a second thought, any notion of joy left your being. Your ego deflated, and you glanced back at Yeonjun’s retreating figure with immense fury.

Your best friend, and anchor in this world full of wretched mortals, Jeong Yunho looked on at the scene with amusement. Sure, you were being dramatic, but come on.. it was just a damn high five - you weren’t asking much of Choi Yeonjun. In an attempt to bring up your spirits, Yunho holds his hand up in the hopes of a high five which you begrudgingly return.

“I’ll shout you an iced coffee?” He proposed, nudging your figure to elicit a response.

You merely reply in the form of a hum, allowing Yunho to drag you along the footpath to get you to your desired location. An iced coffee would do the trick, you supposed.

You return to the college campus not long after getting your iced coffee, bumping into yourself and Yunho’s best friends, who were nothing less than chaotic. It was not unusual for the supernatural to flock together, and the eight of you were just that, the eight excluding Park Seonghwa, who was a mere human but was happy to engage in whatever you suggested due to his naivety.

Jongho asks for the reasoning for the ever-present pout on your face, and Wooyoung takes it upon himself to cozy up to you. He looms over the top of you, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you sip at your iced coffee - and he takes that opportunity to sneak a few sips of your coffee himself.

You merely glare at him and slurp at your coffee harshly, to assert some form of dominance over the mischievous boy.

Wooyoung whines, and lets his fangs graze against the side of your neck gently to hopefully gain some more coffee from the whole ordeal. Where some may find it painful, such actions didn’t even register fully to you - after all, being a demon meant that your pain receptors were virtually nonexistent.

“Wooyoung,” You warn, giving him a side-eye as Yunho decides that that moment would be perfect to give them a run down on why your mood was significantly worse than normal. The boys merely laugh at the ordeal, minus Seonghwa who goes out of his way to give you some candies he had bought to give to trick-or-treaters later that night. This provides you with a mood boost, as most of Seonghwa’s actions did.

It is then that a majority of you realise that tonight gave you the opportunity to rid of any disguises, it being Halloween meant that no suspicion would arise if you were to venture the streets with no concealment.

Kim Hongjoong is a witch, which has no telltale features but he took Halloween as an opportunity to live out any stereotypes to their full potential. Park Seonghwa is obviously a human, but he changes up his costume yearly for some form of comic relief, you guessed. Jeong Yunho is an angel, his friendship with all of you obviously strange - but the stereotype that angels did not get along with demons was not the case within your group, Yunho brought out his wings on Halloween as an indicator of his immortality.

Kang Yeosang is an elf, evident through his soft features, silky flowing hair and pointed ears that were captivating to the human eye. Choi San is a demon like yourself, the only evident feature of this being your black eyes, which could shift to red, that encased your sclera and terrified anyone who crossed you. Song Mingi is a nephilim, half angel and half human, the only indicator of his supernatural presence was his angelic features, and the vague outline of wings.

Choi Jongho is a poltergeist, similar to a ghost yet he had the ability to retain a physical form; this is seen through his eyes that often glow white. Jung Wooyoung is a vampire, his piercing red eyes and fangs indicators of his supernatural abilities.

The nine of you were an unlikely group of friends, but you made it work, and you didn’t know what you would do without them.

You discuss your plans for that evening, crashing a Halloween party with Wooyoung’s ability to compel humans - bending their minds to his will, seeming the most entertaining option. The nine of you part ways following this, heading off to your respective classes. San accompanied you to your next lecture, which the pair of you shared as a mutual course.

After taking your seat towards the middle of the classroom, both you and San began catching up on anything that you had missed over the weekend. You let your eyes wander the room whilst San talked, your gaze unwilllngly halting as Choi Yeonjun entered the room, his obnoxious pink hair gaining your attention instantly.

You scoffed, glaring at him and letting San’s voice fade into background noise. Noticing your stare, Yeonjun glances up at you, returning your glower with one of his own.

“Yo, loser. Give me attention.” San pouts upon realising that you had dismissed the last two minutes of his story in favour of glaring at Yeonjun.

You don’t let your gaze wander to Yeonjun again throughout the duration of the lecture, but you can feel two pairs of eyes penetrating your being continually throughout the hour. It came as no surprise to you that it was Yeonjun, and his best friend Choi Soobin.

Soobin grew flustered when you returned his glances at the end of class, but Yeonjun only held your gaze, eyebrow raised curiously. You make note of the time, 5:53pm - you needed to head home. You put aside your ego for a moment to prioritise the party, and time necessary to get ready. Yeonjun snorts at you from your peripherals but you pay him no attention.

Keeping your chin held high, you accompany San out of the room as you made your way across campus to your apartments. Parting ways with him at your door, you let yourself into your shared apartment with Yunho.

Black silk enhanced your figure, intense dark makeup highlighting your ethereal beauty. A pair of horns adorned your head, alongside a pair of black wings extending from your back, alluding to your presence within the depths of Hell. Yunho only chuckled at your stereotypical adaptation of a demon when the pair of you left your rooms to meet in the living room.

His wings span out as you reach the space, and as you do every year; you worry about the hyperrealism of his wings - cautious as to whether a particularly sharp eyed human would notice their authenticity. Yunho sensed your worry,

“Relax, love, only someone who is supernatural themselves can see the full potential of my wings, it’s alright,” He coos, bringing you into a hug and rocking the pair of you from side to side.

You only huffed and pushed him away, collecting anything you needed for the night and ushering Yunho out of the door.

Gliding down the empty back roads of your suburb, you took time to appreciate the minimal stars lighting up the sky as night fell. The convertible roof was down, pushing a cool breeze through the car. Wisps of your hair flew around your face, sticking to your lipgloss occasionally thus provoking you to huff to unstick them due to your occupied hands. Your fingers gripped the steering wheel, Yunho’s forearm resting on the centre console as his fingers occasionally tapped at the leather.

You looked down at the clock in your car, the time reading ‘5:53pm’ for a millisecond before it changes to 8:01pm. Your brows furrowed, the strange reoccurrence in time stirring fear within you. The thought leaves your mind as you reach your destination, almost immediately after stepping out of your car you make eye contact with the one and only Choi Yeonjun.

What you didn’t realise at that moment was that your subconscious begins to subtly associate the time ‘5:53’ with Yeonjun.

Yeonjun’s costume was eerily realistic, piercing green eyes staring back at you. Fur adorned his face, Werewolf costume you supposed. You had never seen such a realistic ensemble, and had never known of a college student to have the time let alone sanity to spend time on such attire, but you didn’t judge. It was no secret that your cohort was known to be competitive, so you chalked his meticulously created costume down to that.

Having bumped into Yeonjun multiple times throughout the party you were evidently having less fun than anticipated, you were too proud of yourself to let go of his actions even though you knew that you were being overdramatic. So, the rest of the night was spent avoiding Yeonjun. That was, until he bumped into you, splashing alcohol across your costume and bringing a look of incredulity to your face.

Yeonjun’s eyes flickered with surprise, but any expression was soon wiped from his face as you pushed past him to go clean yourself up.

Not even a word was exchanged between the pair of you, and your anger clouded any other logical emotions within your mind - so much so that you didn’t notice Yeonjun wince as you brushed past him, your silver chains loosely swinging to collide with his bare skin; another part of his costume.. he had come in a crop top. Where you had a bad impression of Yeonjun, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was upon seeing his lack of hypermasculinity, it was cute how comfortable he was with his femininity. But no one needed to know that you thought that.

You lock yourself in the host’s bathroom, ignoring the incessant pounding on it that comes every so often. It was a good thing you were wearing black, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling having your clothes stick to you - the smell that came along with it even worse. What in the world had the host mixed that could produce such a smell?

After taking longer than necessary to calm your infuriation, you took notice of how much time had passed since someone had demanded to be let in the bathroom door to do god knows what. You presumed something illegal when your hand brushed against the basin, white traces of residue sticking to the pads of your fingers. No judgement from your side however, you had seen far worse; considering you were from the depths of hell.

Opening the door, you almost knock someone off of their feet as they stood in the doorway, blocking anyone whom was trying to get in. The tall frame of Huening Kai stumbled from your direct line of view, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion yet again.

“Uhm, hi!” His voice cracks, flustered by your sudden exit “Yeonjun told me to check on you, so I thought to wait for you here, are you doing okay?”

You almost roll your eyes, of course Yeonjun’s pride prevented him from offering you assistance himself - even though he was the one who put you in this predicament.

“Tell pretty boy that I’m fine, and that he can ‘check on’ me himself if he is so worried,” You suggested, nodding your head at Kai as a farewell.

It was bold of you to assume that Kai would leave you alone after that, as he immediately began to follow after you. You couldn’t deny that it was cute, he was similar to a puppy, innocent and continually joyous.

“Ah, please don’t misunderstand Yeonjun!” He starts, “He just has a hard time communicating with others sometimes, so your first impression of him may be.. stale but I promise you he’s the opposite.”

You barely even acknowledge Kai’s lingering presence and instead nod, even the oblivious Kai noticing the sardonic nature of your actions. He lets up after that, allowing you to blend into the rest of the partygoers. A sigh falls from his lips, unknowing to you; not giving up as easily as you had anticipated.

Since the night of the party, your friends had been teasing you to no end. Wooyoung even going as far as to attempt (keyword: attempt) to use his compelling abilities on you despite knowing that they wouldn’t work. When this obviously didn’t go as planned, Mingi dared you to try and high five Yeonjun again as you passed him. To their joy, you were incapable of not taking part in a dare... some may call you a daredevil.. ha, get it? That was bad, sorry.

Their happiness only heightened when they spied Yeonjun and his four companions walking in your general direction. Begrudgingly, you walk ahead of your friends, holding your hand out to warrant a high five, and Yeonjun ignores it.... again. Kai instead steps up as to not leave you hanging.

From behind you is stifled laughter, Yeosang had evidently done the same as you, putting his hand up to Yeonjun for a high five. To your displeasure, Yeonjun returned it. You looked on with an expression that you could only describe as exasperated.

The eyes of 13 boys linger on your figure as you stomp away, pride wounded once again. Kai pouted as he watched you leave, knowing that your impression of Yeonjun had only worsened.

To your surprise, it is not one of your own friends who follows you, but it is one of Yeonjun’s. Kai grins cheekily at you as you make eye contact, and takes your hand in his gently. You yank your hand from his, not knowing him well enough to allow for any form of physical affection to bloom between the pair of you. But he persists, gripping onto your wrist and slowly pulling your rings from your fingers. He sets them in your hand, the silver glinting in the minimal lights of the hallway, Kai then promptly takes his leave.

You stand there on your lonesome, glancing down at your rings. Kai had definitely left you with something valuable to think about.

You couldn’t believe that you were so stupid as to allow for not one, but two supernatural presences to pass by you without any recognition. Those beings werewolves of all things; Choi Soobin and Choi Yeonjun had even been in their true forms in front of you at the party but you reduced this to the ‘competitive’ nature of your cohort.

There was no doubt in you that Lucifer would be disappointed with you and your ignorance, I mean, you are one of the strongest beings in the underworld, so your competency was to be expected.

Yunho broke your inner turmoil as he knocked gently on your door, bringing in a plate of food that he had prepared. While food was unnecessary to both demons and angels, it brought you comfort. Eating was also something you did to distract yourself at times such as this.

Yunho sat beside you on your bed, letting you spout your worries to him as the pair of you came up with a plan to hide your incompetency in one way or another.

The next time you saw Yeonjun was in circumstances you had not anticipated, you had come to your regular lecture, but San was not there. Soobin was also absent. So inevitably, your professor had partnered the pair of you up for an interactive segment of your course.

Yeonjun and yourself held awkward eye contact as you both tried to determine who was to go to who, and Yeonjun was ultimately the one to take initiative. So rather than have the hyperactive Choi San accompany you through the lecture, it was instead another Choi, Yeonjun.

Conversation flowed easily as the pair of you discussed your work, maybe it wasn’t uncomfortable as the chat did not centre around anything personal. But it still worked out better than either of you had expected. The pair of you finished the set workload quite fast, with 20 minutes left of your lecture.

“Hell yeah!” You exclaim, impulsively reaching your hand out to Yeonjun, whom returned it with no second thoughts.

Yeonjun flinched as his hand came into contact with yours, expecting the fresh sting of silver to shock him to his senses. But he was met with the cool material of gold brushing against his skin, the sting instead coming from the strength of your palm crashing against his. You had a knack to undermine your power at times, but with Yeonjun being a werewolf he was rather desensitised to pain - just not at the level of a demon such as yourself who felt no pain whatsoever.

Yeonjun looked at you in amazement, the pair of you giggling silently to yourselves as you cleared up any building tension from the past few weeks with a mere hand touch.

A loud thump gained a few head turns as Yeonjun’s skull came into contact with the desk in front of you, due to his failed attempts to suppress any laughter that dared to spill out. You only glared at anyone who turned to you, it was as if you were saying ‘What the fuck are you looking at?’ but.. with your eyes. A few girls let their stares linger on the pair of you in jealousy, there was no doubt that Yeonjun had quite the fanbase at your University. You only dismissed their glances with a flick of your wrist, threatening physical violence if they were to disturb you any further.

Yeonjun lifts his head, “So... you know I’m.... right?”

You only look at him with a blank face and respond with, “What? A part of the LGBTQ+ community, or a werewolf?”

Yeonjun returns your same blank look, “Not denying either,” and the pair of you share a cheeky glance before letting out soft giggles at your somewhat secretive conversation.

That day marked the start of your friendship, the pair of you exchanging numbers and messaging the minute you split up on campus. From there you planned to hang out at the local arcade, and then as it grew late you would migrate to your apartment where you would binge horror movies.

On both seperate occasions wherein you told your friends your plans, and Yeonjun told his, it was as if their minds were synced. Your eight friends shared knowing glances. Yeonjun’s four friends shared knowing glances. They merely hummed when you tried to tell them that it was a ‘friend’ thing, not having any of your excuses. You soon gave up and let them think what they wished to, it was difficult changing their minds after all.

You meet Yeonjun outside of the arcade at 4:00pm, and soon lose track of time as the pair of you play any and every game within the arcade. Sure, it may be a waste of money considering some of the games were rigged, but it was worth it because of how much joy - nostalgia even, it brought the pair of you.

Yeonjun had challenged you to a game of ‘Dance Dance Revolution’ when one of the employees alerted you that there wasn’t much time before they closed. The pair of you shared a knowing stare and immediately started up your game, aiming to at least try out two others before you had to leave.

Yeonjun obviously ended up winning Dance, Dance, Revolution much to your dismay. But you were quick to make him aware that you were a mere three points behind him, and you didn’t let him forget that fact. It almost seemed as if the pair of you were in a war with your prides, inflating and deflating each other’s egos continually.

You then finish up a game of air hockey in record speed, you taking the victory and not letting Yeonjun forget it once again. The pair of you then partake in a game of Arcade Hoops, yourself and Yeonjun with a mutual score of 83, the third tie that you shared that evening. It was then that the store clerk came by again, telling you to pack up as the store closed in less than ten minutes.

You glance down at the time on your phone, ‘5:53pm’ glaring back up at you. A weird feeling settles within you as you take note of the continual reoccurrence of the time... and how you are always within a short distance of Yeonjun when you view it. You simply shrug off this feeling and reduce it to being a coincidence, everything would be okay, right?

“Holy shit, you’re sick at games!” Yeonjun almost screams in astonishment, and you only smirk,

“Comes with the age, sweetheart.” You jested, alluding to your immortality as a Knight of Hell, and a past Queen of Hell, but that’s a whole different story in itself.

Yeonjun goes silent at that, eyes narrowing at you in a joking manner, “You’ve had all this time to practice, and yet I still managed to beat you at some games? Gee, some immortal you are,” he chided.

You push him off of the footpath into the grass as a response, making him lose his balance and bump into a passerby. Your senses are on high alert with that, noting the presence of not one but multiple demons within your vicinity, alongside that the lack of humans in the area.

Yeonjun turns to retaliate but stops upon seeing the blank expression on your face, the look on your face stirring fear within him despite him also being a supernatural being. Talk about Big Dick Energy, huh.

You then note how the presence of demons seemingly surrounds you, attempting to make you feel small and intimidated but it does quite the opposite. You applaud them, I mean, challenging a Knight of Hell is a big job, but you also snort inwardly at their stupidity. If their powers were a Level 10, yours were a Level 500k+. The scraggly sixteen of them didn’t throw you off at all, it only provided you with entertainment as you knew that there was no way they’d overpower you, especially with Yeonjun by your side.

“Aw, look at your little bitch, my Queen,” One of them sneers, and Yeonjun lunges at him teasingly in retaliation, intimidating him enough for the demon to take a few steps back.

“What is it that you want this time? Mad that I’m the Devil’s right hand and you’re not?” You question blankly, eyes flashing red to assert your hierarchical status.

A female demon steps up at that, throwing herself onto you which does nothing to waiver your confidence. You only use your biokinesis to alter her biological makeup, which results in her spitting up blood. Blood then begins to leak from her eyes and onto the concrete.

A few other demons come at you in a similar fashion, taking your actions as a cue to start their attack, and you take this opportunity to showcase your array of supernatural abilities. Biokinesis where you make someone explode or bleed, pyrokinesis where you set them on fire, thermokinesis where your skin becomes hot to the touch and results in third degree burns, mental manipulation wherein you made demons up and leave their ringleader, sedation where they drop to the floor, unconscious, molecular combustion where the demon is reduced to dust. The extent of your abilities was almost endless, much to the amazement of Yeonjun.

You take out all of the demons except for one, who you assume is the absolute genius behind this plan. He cowers, and tumbles back as you draw closer to him, “I would say that you were to regret that, but you won’t be feeling anything in a few minutes.”

You mutter a few phrases, exorcising the demon, leaving an innocent human staring up at you. Snapping your fingers you clear their memory of the time that the demon inhabited them, “You have been missing for six months, off you go.” The human stands up and walks away at a leisurely pace, observing their surroundings with confusion.

You stand up straighter at that, snapping your fingers to rid of any evidence of the happenings, and to clean your clothes that were drenched with blood. Thankfully the demons were all in vessels, inhabiting another human made it much easier for you to rid of them. More often than not the bodies were close to death nonetheless, so even if you exorcised them all the humans they were inhabiting would likely die as a result. You dust your hands off, proud of the show you put on in front of Yeonjun.

Not to give yourself the full credit, however. You noted that Yeonjun had also taken part in the fight; scratching or biting at the demons as they attacked the pair of you. Yeonjun found himself feeling nothing but rage as he saw the nature in which the demons threw themselves at you. Red clouded his vision, in both a mental and physical sense, as he retaliates.

You turn to Yeonjun, smirking as you catch him already staring at you in astonishment. His eyes sparkle, and his mouth is wide open in a dazed grin. Not knowing what to say you burst out the over-used, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” and Yeonjun instantly grows flustered.

You take that moment to take out your phone, shooting a message to Lucifer - yes, the Devil, he’s quite with the ages. The oldie had evolved alongside society, keeping up to date with all of the current trends. He immediately responds to your text and tells you that he’ll take care of the demons, their opposition lacking total relevance seeing as they were almost instantly killed off.

You pocket your phone and turn to Yeonjun, “To my apartment we go, then. Shall we?” You extend your arm to him, and he interlocks his with yours confusedly, were you not even going to address what just happened?

Since that night, the pair of you indefinitely began to develop feelings for one another. As much was obvious to your friends as well, who teased you about it at every opportunity they got.

You found yourself thinking of Yeonjun more often, finding his reactions from that night adorable, and his protectiveness of you ever so precious. You saw many sides of him that night, even his soft side who still startled at the jump scares in horror movies. Alongside his confidence, wherein he began snuggling up to you as he realised that you had an arm across his shoulders to comfort him.

Yeonjun found himself thinking of you even more from that moment as well, not that he hadn’t before seeing as he had harboured a crush on you for months beforehand. He thought your independence was admirable, and your skills.. dare he say it, sexy. He noted that his first impression of you was far from the truth, where you were externally tough and intimidating, you were inwardly quite sensitive, and almost childlike despite being a demon. He noted this through the huge collection of plush toys that adorned your bed.

So, the pair of you went to message one another, instantly halting as you both saw the typing bubble pop up on your phones. You end up typing again as Yeonjun fails to do so for about a minute, ‘Theme park, tomorrow, 4:00pm. Meet me at my apartment,’ and he does exactly that.

The following evening the pair of you accompany each other to the theme park, going on a number of rides and winning the other prizes at the stands across the area. Yeonjun had won you a fox plush toy, which you named after him, and you won him a deer soft toy, which he in turn named after you.

Night begins to fall, and a chill washes over the area as the fresh night air envelops anyone who dared to stay out past sunset. You glance upwards, smiling at the beauty of the stars that adorned the sky. Yeonjun stares at you as you look away, admiring your effortless perfection. He then takes off his coat, letting it rest across your shoulders. You glance at him questioningly, tilting your head to the side in a way that he finds so irresistibly adorable.

He only shrugs as a reply, ruffling your hair. You stop him, gripping his hand in your own, “Cheeky bastard,” you retort, intertwining your fingers which elicits a blush from Yeonjun. You note that he is only wearing a pink crop top, which would only make him freeze, so you sidle up to him, wrapping an arm around his waist that rests at his exposed hipbone. As you had to let go of his hand to do so, you then brought his arm over your shoulders, intertwining your fingers once again.

Yeonjun stares the opposite way for a second to hide his blush, and then rests his head on top of yours, nuzzling into your hair to stop you from looking up at his red face. His usual confidence was often hindered in your presence as yours matched his perfectly, leaving him flustered continually. You lead the pair of you to the Ferris Wheel, where you get a carriage to yourself, guaranteeing privacy.

“Yeonjun.” You state, warranting his full attention. He turns to face you almost instantaneously, humming to urge you to continue, “You’re a fucking loser but I’m falling for you, and I need to make you mine or it might just kill me-”

You are cut off by Yeonjun’s lips meeting yours, the kiss slow and sensual following your admission of feelings. You pull away first to breathe, and his lips chase after yours instinctively, not liking the feeling of you parting with him so soon. You close the gap again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

After you separate again, Yeonjun pants, “God, I’m so fucking whipped for you. I’m yours,” as you go to kiss him again, he stops you, “But, you’re mine.”

You only nod as a response, but stop yourself again to retort, “Don’t use that language in front of me.”

“W-what... the f-word?” He mumbles, “No, ‘God’ you loser... I’m a demon..”

He only rolls his eyes, grabbing at the lapels of his coat resting on your shoulders to pull you into another kiss. The kiss was passionate, slow, sweet, the residue of cotton candy setting the atmosphere, and there was no denying that the man was an excellent kisser... it was as if his lips were made for the sole purpose of kissing. Any background noise faded away, the pair of you absorbed in one another, and to think that merely a few weeks ago the pair of you were in an unspoken war over high fives.

The time? 5:53pm... a time that now belonged to yourself and Yeonjun, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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crystalstar8 · 4 years ago

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Knights of the Night (ch 19)

Chapter 19

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15, ch 16, ch 17, ch 18, ch 19

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 1,012

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France, human trafficking

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j @daechwitad-2 @zobadak @fallenstar-7

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

When Jimin finally awoke, he was met with a set of big blue eyes staring back at him. He gasped and tried to get away, but the action made his head ache something awful. He held his head in his hands and glanced up. There was a little boy sitting beside his bed staring at him…no. Not his bed. This wasn’t his bed. This was a dingy cot in the corner of a tiny cement room. The little boy was staring at him with wide eyes. He had ahead full of dark, unkempt hair. He was pale and shivering.

“What’s your name?” the boy asked.

“Jimin,” he said. He wanted to panic, but that probably wasn’t the best thing to do right now, for the sake of the child and for the sake of his still throbbing head. “What’s your name?”

“Caleb,” the boy said.

“Do you know where we are, Caleb?” Jimin asked. Caleb shook his head. It was then that he noticed the needle in his arm. The needle was connected to a tube, which ran up to a blood bag on an IV pole. His heart sank. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“That’s a bad word,” said Caleb.

“Sometimes, a situation calls for bad words,” said Jimin. Caleb smiled.

“Yeah, this situation is pretty fucking bad,” he said. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Just don’t say that around your parents,” said Jimin. The smile fell from Caleb’s face.

“I don’t think I’m gonna see my parents again,” said Caleb.

“Why would you say that?” Jimin asked, carefully peeling the tape off holding the needle down.

“I’m not stupid,” Caleb said, picking at his sweater. “My mom told me that there’s people out there who kidnap kids and sell them. And that’s why I have to be careful with strangers. I saw a ton of people come in here and talk about prices, and they tasted my blood. It’s so creepy! I already had two roommates before you got here. Both of them got sold right away. I bet you’ll be next. The Dracula guys like pretty people who are adults more than they like kids I guess.”

“They don’t like kids?” Jimin asked.

“No,” said Caleb. “Well, they said that my blood is really good ‘cause it’s clean. But they said that kids are too much to deal with. I guess it’s a good thing.”

“Probably is,” said Jimin. He slowly pulled the needle from his arm and then reached for Caleb’s arm. Caleb let him do the same with his needle.

“They’ll get mad,” said Caleb.

“We’ll put them back in in a few hours,” said Jimin. “How often do they come in?”

“Not very often. Like, twice a day to give us food and put the needle in or take it out,” said Caleb.

“We just won’t let them take too much from us,” said Jimin. “Besides, my friends know where I am. They should be coming to rescue us soon.”

“That’s presumptuous,” said Caleb.

“That’s a big word,” said Jimin.

Caleb shrugged and said, “I learned it from a book. I like to read. Do you like reading?”

“I used to,” said Jimin. “Now I’m too busy to read. I go to college, so I have a lot of homework and dance practice.”

“You dance?” Caleb asked. “My big sister is in dance class too.”

“Oh yeah? How old is your sister?” Jimin asked.

“She’s twelve,” said Caleb. “I’m eight. I miss her, even though she’s a jerk sometimes.”

“I’m sure she misses you too,” said Jimin. “You’ll see her again. Hopefully soon.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You actually showed up!” Makai shouted, standing up to greet them with open arms.

Yoongi led the way into the room, Catalina and Jungkook following behind.

“Yoongi is the best one for this role,” said Namjoon.

“Why? You’re the leader,” said Catalina. “I feel like they’d expect you to be the one going in.”

Yoongi chuckled and said, “Namjoon is too nervous. He can’t act his way out of a paper bag.”

“I…well yeah,” Namjoon said, not trying to defend himself. “I can’t act. Or lie.”

“So, to review,” said Jungkook. “We’re acting as Yoongi’s familiars. We’ll go in, buy Jimin, and then leave?”

“Right,” said Namjoon. “Nothing else happens that day. We’ll execute the second part of our plan another time.”

“I suppose I was curious,” said Yoongi, shaking Makai’s hand. Makai had that easy going smile on his face. It was disarming, Catalina needed to stay focused on hating the man.

It was nerve wracking, being able to just walk into the facility like this. Catalina had never felt this kind of adrenaline before. She tried her best to stay calm and regulate her breathing though. Namjoon warned them that vampires can basically smell fear. They can hear when a human’s heart beats faster and smell when their blood rushes quicker.

They were standing by the desk in the middle of the lounge-like space. This was the area Catalina and Jungkook saw when they snuck in.

“Are you looking to buy today?” Makai asked. “Or were you just in the neighborhood?”

“I’m not sure yet,” said Yoongi. “It depends on if you have anything I like.”

“I’ve got quite the variety,” said Makai. “And all our products are very high quality. All very healthy and clean.”

“That’s good to know,” said Yoongi. “Most of these kinds of organizations get their products off the streets, they’re usually riddled with drugs and diseases.”

Catalina chose not to think about why Yoongi knew that.

Makai chuckled and said, “I have to admit, we started our company like that. We’ve improved so much over the years though. Anyway, I can give you a tour. If you’d like, there’s a waiting room in the back where your familiars can stay.”

“No thank you,” said Yoongi. “I’d rather they stay with me. I don’t trust you just yet.”

“What’s not to trust about this face?” Makai asked, pouting a bit. He burst into laughter. “I’m totally joking. You have no reason to trust me, you barely know me! I hope we can be friends someday though. I like you, Yoongi.”

With that, Makai led the way deeper into the facility. The first door he opened made Catalina’s heart drop. The woman inside was limp and pale, sitting up against the wall on a cot. Her hair was thin and her lips were blue.

“We’ve had her for a while, so I would probably let you have her for a hundred if you’re interested,” said Makai. He closed the door and continued down the hall. He pointed at a room through a pair of archways and said, “That’s the recreation room. There’s snacks, if you guys want anything.”

“Chocolate?” Yoongi asked.

“Haha! Sure, let’s see,” said Makai. He went in and rummaged through the cupboards. Catalina hung back with Jungkook and took his hand. He squeezed her hand back, leaning in to whisper, “Are you okay?”

Catalina nodded, even though she was starting to feel queasy. Yoongi came back to them with a mouthful of Dove chocolate, more in his hand.

“Jungkook will have his phone in his shirt pocket, with the camera facing out. It’ll be recording the entire time,” said Namjoon. “This way, we can map out a basic floor plan.”

Catalina glanced at the phone in Jungkook’s shirt pocket as they were led deeper into the facility. Makai continued showing them “products”, as he called them. There were so many. Catalina didn’t know how she’d be able to leave them all here today. She hated thinking about Jimin in this situation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jimin tried his best to keep track of the days, but without any outside light source and an irregular sleeping schedule, time quickly began to blur together. He had no idea how much time had passed. He what he could though.

He didn’t let the vampires take too much blood from him and Caleb, just enough so they wouldn’t notice a loss. He made sure he and Caleb ate everything they were given, to keep up their strength. Every few days, or so Jimin figured, they would have a break from being hooked up to the IV. During those days, they made sure to eat and move around as much as they could.

But after a while, everything began catching up to them. They were slowly losing energy. Jimin hoped his friends would find him soon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seeing these people, tired and limp, and hearing Makai list off prices like they were at a car dealership made Catalina feel sick. She knew this kind of thing went on, but to see it with her own eyes was something she would never forget. She had to keep reminding herself that they would come back for these people.

“This one is a little feisty, but if you keep her drained, she should be fine,” said Makai, closing the door on another cell. “Did you see any you liked? Did you at least like the tour?”

Catalina’s stomach dropped. That couldn’t have been the last one. Where was Jimin? Did someone already buy him? It hasn’t even been a week!

Jungkook took her hand and squeezed hard.

“Do you have anything else?” Yoongi asked. His bored façade was still going strong, or maybe it wasn’t a façade. Catalina couldn’t be sure. Did he even actually care about these humans? Either way, he was doing a good job on this mission.

“I mean, we have other humans, but they’re not ready for purchase yet,” said Makai.

“I want to see them,” said Yoongi.

“Sure, were you looking for something in particular?” asked Makai.

“Eh…not exactly. I suppose I’ll know when I see it,” said Yoongi.

Makai pointed to him and said, “I totally understand. Ya know, it’s like buying clothes. Fashion trends change so fast and I never know what I want to buy for summer, or for winter or whatever. But when I see it, I know! Can you believe the early 2000’s are coming back? It just ended! Give it a break for a bit!”

Makai laughed heartily as he rambled on, leading them to a different hallway. He opened a few doors and introduced a few people inside. These people looked a little less tired than the others. These ones still had a bit of color in their cheeks.

The third door he opened was the one. Jimin stared back at them with wide eyes. The fear in his eyes melted away when he saw them. But there was another set of frightened eyes staring at them from over Jimin’s shoulder.

A child sat behind him, clutching Jimin’s t-shirt.

Yoongi faltered. He didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Is this the one? Are you having your moment?” Makai asked.

“How much for both?” Yoongi asked.

“Oh…well, the kid isn’t for sale,” Makai said.

“Ten thousand for the kid,” said Yoongi. “One thousand for the other guy.”

Catalina watched with amusement as Jimin pouted, glaring at Yoongi.

“Okay, so these guys aren’t really for sale right now,” said Makai. “So you’re gonna have to-“

“Fifty thousand for both,” said Yoongi. Makai closed his mouth.

“Ya know what, I like you Yoongi. So I’ll give them to you for fifty and a half,” said Makai.

“Deal,” said Yoongi. They shook hands, Makai smiling wide.

“I’m just warning you, this one’s squirrely,” Makai said, pointing to Jimin. “And the kid is too smart for his own good. So do with that what you will.”

“I have these guys,” Yoongi said, gesturing to Jungkook and Catalina. “I’ll be fine.”

“Right on, man!” Makai said, slapping Yoongi on the shoulder. “Let’s go to my office.”

Makai’s office was beautiful; the first thing Catalina noticed was the zen garden in the corner, bamboo shoots rising from the center. The whole office was dim, with stylish, plush furniture filling the space. The sound of running water brought Catalina’s attention to the black stone mini water fountain on the desk at the center of the room.

Makai went behind the desk and pulled out two forms.

“Are you paying cash or bitcoin?” Makai asked.

“What the hell is bitcoin?” Yoongi asked. Makai burst into laughter.

“Cash it is, then,” he said once he finished laughing. “Just go ahead and sign these for me real quick. This one is a nondisclosure agreement. Don’t go posting about this on social media and definitely don’t tell the cops!”

Makai laughed again, but Catalina didn’t find any of this funny. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

“And this one is just an agreement stating that once the transaction is complete, the product is nonrefundable and fully your responsibility,” Makai said. Yoongi signed both forms, then pulled several stacks of cash out of his jacket pocket. Catalina and Jungkook’s eyes bulged. He was just carrying all that in his pocket?, Catalina thought with a start.

Makai laughed and pointed at them. “Looks like your familiars are thinking the same thing I am. You’re gonna get robbed doing stuff like that, man! You’re stronger than the average guy, but vamps like cash too, ya know!”

“I don’t go shopping very often,” Yoongi said, counting out the stacks of bills.

“Clearly,” said Makai, double checking the cash, then storing it in one of the desk drawers. The two of them shook hands. “Do you want them delivered or do you want them right now?”

“I’m parked outside,” said Yoongi. “I can take them now.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Makai. “Just go ahead and wait outside, I’ll have someone bring them up.”

“Don’t damage them,” said Yoongi. “I like my products pristine.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jimin and the child clinging to him stayed silent as they got into the car, all the way until Jungkook parked the car in the lot of a Popeye’s just outside of town. Then they all piled out of the car and Catalina and Jungkook immediately tackled Jimin in a tight hug. Yoongi climbed out of the car slowly, then helped the child out of the back seat.

“What’s your name kid?” Yoongi asked as Catalina and Jungkook fussed over Jimin.

“Caleb,” he said in a quiet voice.

“You’re safe now,” said Yoongi. “We’ll get you back to your parents.”

Caleb’s eyes widened.

The whole group of them went into the Popeye’s and ordered as much food as everyone wanted. Caleb squeezed into the booth with Jimin, the rest sitting on the other side.

“These are my friends I was telling you about,” said Jimin.

“Ooohhh,” Caleb said, eyeing all three of them as he munched on his fries.

“Are you guys hurt at all? What was it like in there?” Jungkook asked.

“I mean, it wasn’t even that bad,” said Jimin.

“Yeah! It wasn’t even that bad!” said Caleb.

“Okay, I mean, it sucked really bad, and it would have been worse if we got bought by someone else before you got there, but it worked out fine,” said Jimin.

“Yeah, the situation was pretty fucking bad!” Caleb said, giggling and dunking his chicken strips into too much sauce.

Catalina and Jungkook’s eyes widened. Jimin and Yoongi just laughed.

“Don’t say that in front of your parents,” said Jimin, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“I just can’t wait to see the look on Namjoon’s face when we bring a child home with us,” said Catalina. Yoongi groaned and put his head in his hands.

“Yeah, I can’t wait either,” he said, sounding like he could, in fact, wait.

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stormears · 5 years ago

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FF7R Fanfic Exvacation - Trends of the Times PART 1

Welcome to my ECOLOGICAL SURVEY OF FF.NET’S FF7 ARCHIVE.

I’m scrolling through (most of) the 36 thousand English FF7 fanfics on FF.net. I’m mostly a new fan because of the remake (know some spoilers now tho) and got curious what the fanfic culture of years ago was like...of FFN specifically. Because that’s what I know and used for many years. I’ll go up till shortly after Remake’s release date, I think.

PART 1, YOU ARE HERE! // Part 2: May - Dec 2005 // Part 3: Jan - Jul 2006

I had 1458 pages to go through at the start. Got through 30 of them before deciding I would, uh, take liberties and skip a few pages sometimes. Sometimes 2, sometimes up to 4. Because while I liked this project, I also want to eventually, actually READ some fics for this new fandom of mine. And the oldest ones don’t often...have that high-quality writing. Or they’re about late-game plot deets that I, a newbie fool, don’t know or want to read about yet! (Note 3 months later, I kind of regret this and may go back and read more deeply about the 1999-2004 fics. Future posts of mine don’t skip nearly this much.)

SOME FINDS AND FACTS:

- July 23, 1999: first English language FF7 fic posted

- February 2000: First mention of Aerith, instead of original translation Aeris

- Dec 3, 2000: First Sephiroth/Cloud fanfic posted, refers to the pairing as “shounen-ai”. Did not see the pairing being called “yaoi” till later, in fics published June 2001 and after.

- GENERAL: a lot of poems and songfics. Often mournful fics with son lyrics set in between every few paragraphs, from popular bands of the early 2000s (Metallica, Creed, Weird Al Yankovic, Avril Lavigne) or just the song with FF names and words plugged in

- GENERAL: Humor or light-hearted crackfic is the most popular genre, followed by romance. By mid-2001, TifaxCloud and AerithxCloud seem about neck-and-neck in popularity.

- June 14, 2001: First Tifa hate fic I came across. It’s written in script style, about the characters having fun and drinking at a house party. Author says in opening AN: “I truly think she is a slut.”

- GENERAL: My knowledge of what happens after the Remake is spotty but I didn’t expect there to be more than 10 AerithxRufus fanfics and there’s been...at least 10?

- GENERAL: One story has just 1 chapter, and the summary invites readers to go to the author’s Geocities page to read the rest! May 31, 2002.

- January 2, 2003: a “fic” that is a group of haikus about the Turks, that was neat. Points for uniqueness.

- One summary: “Not yaoi - you ought to read it just for that!” Although M/M pairings and/or self-declared yaoi makes up 10 - 15% of everything I’ve scrolled through so far. “Crazy yaoi fangirls” doesn’t appear to be a popular demographic here yet.

- 1999-2002 fics often had very short, poorly written and meta-factual (?) summaries. Not detailed, more like facts about the story you might write on a sticky note, and poor grammar. One might be like: This is a story from Aeriths perspective. Its about her talking to thhe planet.....I wrote this in math class btw. Thanks for helping me Ashley R&R! (In 2003 to 2004 times, this is really tapering off and legit summaries get more common.)

- 2004 sampler platter of fics: 1) Aeris (not “th”) watches an irl Australian tennis player’s match on TV, goes to his house and kills his girlfriend, is sentenced to death by chocobo pecking 2) Sephiroth is a vampire looking for a mate and sets his sights on Tifa, also a vampire; they meet in a seedy/dangerous bar 3) After President Shinra is killed, the Shinra grunts discuss how they like Rufus much more because he doesn’t view himself as too good for dirty/dangerous work and isn’t afraid to be on the front lines with the grunts

- First mention of the Advent Children in a modern AU crackfic about child Sephiroth and his “little brothers” posted July 24, 2004. But google says the movie didn’t come out till September 2005? Idk. And yet a later, unrelated fic posted on February 20, 2005 mentions “the upcoming movie Advent Children.”

- 2004 and 2005 have a lot of Yuffie representation. I haven’t seen the word “Yuffentine” since I last seriously used/surfed DeviantART in 2012.

- We are at May 2005, I’ve skimmed and simplified almost 6 years of fanfic.

I’m going to put the brakes on my liberal skipping policy. There’s 1144 pages left as of this time of writing, April 24, 2020. I will only skip 2 pages max if I want to “hurry,” so I will view at absolute minimum 644 more pages of fanfic before I’m done. Again, I’ll probably go up to the day of Remake’s release (I’m more concerned with the PAST trends here) or maybe just a bit after its release for better comparison of the very old and very new.

This is taking a long time, and obviously eating into time I could use for my own fanfics or anything else in life, but damn it’s fun.

(Note August 2, 2020: I SWEAR I’m gonna update this post soonish with more ‘99 - ‘04 fics :/ )

#FF7R #fanfiction #Cloti #Clerith #Sefikura #I want people to SEE #FF7 #Final Fantasy #But I recall your post only shows up in the search for the first 5 tags you use the rest are just for the OP's benefit #FF7 Fic Excavation #Finished post on the 24th waited a few days for...the chance of getting 2-4 more notes maybe #But if still no one looks I'm not stopping. I do what I want here on tumblr dot com.

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lucatorahaven · 4 years ago

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vampire au post

4 skype convos haphazardly mixed in from very different times

[29/11/2014 4:27:51 AM] Probably Not Assorted Cheeses: Vampire au

Lucas the incompetent vampire who eats mostly animals

Duster was the one who bit him, only bc duster was literally starving n lucas came at a bad time

idk if duster should be born a vampire or not but Wes is one too and together they taught lucas how to survive.

however eventually they had to leave, they offered for lucas to join them but lucas can’t leave his family behind, the kid’s too sentimental :’(

so together they staged his death (which im too lazy to try n think of)

claus knew bout the vampire thing tho, lucas couldn’t live alone like that. He also ended up biting Boney in an accident so hey vampire dog.

claus grew up and eventually had his own family. Lucas could only really watch from afar but then the kids got his age and it was hard to see him and keep the gig up. He visited his parents funeral anonymously and afterwards him and claus stood there just

“sup” “how’re the kids” “twice your age and with kids of their own” “heh, i always thought you would be the one with kids yano?”

it was very bittersweet, it felt like they’ve never been apart

“it never stops feeling strange without you” "I know”

lucas thinks of that conversation a lot

he started off the "younger uncle" then the "weird neighbourhood kid that visits grandpa claus" and inevitably the "weird kid from nowhere who goes to the cemetary every other month to put flowers on graves older than appears to be"

SO without attachments lucas traveled with boney, hoping that they find duster along the way.

eventually lucas comes back to tazmilly but it’s been a couple hundred years now and it’s completely different so he doesn’t recognize it

n lucas one day is caught outside with no shelter, it’s almost morning so he runs into osohe (which is way outta town so he assumed it was abandoned)

vampires can’t enter homes without being invited in because apparently homes are holy land but osohe is fuckn haunted so that doesn’t apply (adding on to the abandoned theory)

that’s how kumatora and him meet, she finds him exploring osohe all “wtf the fuck who are YOU...this me house”

So she gets an awkward lie explanation from lucas

n she eventually catches on lucas is a vampire n is just DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE I NEVER MET A VAMPIRE BEFORE FUCKN SWEET

lucas is just UM.;;; IS IT OK IF I STAY

"oh dude it's cool!! but u gotta tell me bout yourself bc i never met a vampire before ok?? i live iN THE PERFECT GOTHIC HOME BUT THERE’S NONE!! but here you are and i’m JACKED i gotta go to work tho so brb but afterwards u gotta tell me about yourself ok CYA"

lucas is still processing everything by the time she leaves, but he’s grateful and figures a conversation is the least he can do to repay her

in this au kumatora’s into cryptology bc her house is FULL of books and it’s a common subject (also the fact her castle is filled with ghosts and there are zombies just across the moat, it’s a p convenient hobby)

when she comes back she’s super excited because he’s still there

lucas is kinda reserved but he still answers questions bc it’s POLITE

she asks bout p much everything?? “HEY do you need that” “y-yes” “is this true?” “not that i know of” “ok experiment time” “uH;;” “wait am i keeping you up?? it’s still daytime” “no it’s okay”

after exhausting lucas of all his Vampire Facts kuma invites lucas to live at osohe castle, it’s big enough anyways

lucas is wary af bc he doesn't wanna accidentally get close to someone who 1. has a life span and 2. is technically food

but lucas ends up sticking around anyways, boney really likes it and he lowkey enjoys her company

so they keep chillin n lucas tells her how he hunts animals n how he only takes a bit of blood so they don't die and

IDK I GO BY THE THEORY THAT VAMPIRES HAVE VENOM bc otherwise their entire food source becomes COMPETITION n they can bite but not?? TURN THEM INTO ANYTHIng so controlled blood flow for feeding purposes

also vampires only need to eat once or twice a month? they die around 6+ months without eating from starvation. It all depends on how quickly the blood cells in their body die basically.

ALSO when they bite you it doesn’t hurt bc their saliva numbs it so (sneaky bites) but it still feels weird as shit

bUT YA SO LUCAS N KUMATORA CHAt a whole bunch...you know that “accidentally get close” thing i mentioned? it happened

(it was kinda hard to avoid when the first companion you have that’s not your dog is informed on vampires and vampire goods, that was convenient)

so they keep hangin out and kumatora unlocks his Tragic Backstory

n sometimes kumatora helps him feed? like they go out together finding animals n storing blood

n lucas is fascinated with how technology has advanced bc he doesn't really?? go into towns anymore but he fuckn LOVES it

n they play video games n general COOL FUNTIMES

kumatora let’s lucas borrow her labtop to occupy himself and he looks for other vampires or hints of them

(this is under the assumption that osohe can get electricity in a modern au while still being ignored / abandoned)

n when kumatora goes to work he cleans up the castle n tries to show how much hE REALLY APPRECIATES HEr

n lIKE i also go by the logic that vampires do not do the stereotypical “turn into ashes at sunlight” it is a slow progression that takes up to 12 hours until absolutely turned to a crisp

so basically if he covers himself and wears a shit ton of sunscreen he can chill in the middle of the day for like...a hour or two

and bc kumatora's WORTH IT he visits her at work n she's all LucAS WHAT ARe yO U DoING??

lookin like a modern goth kid......has a huge red burn on his cheek..

he blames it on how pale/blonde he is “my brother is ginger you know”

kuma gets super worried n he's all bruh it cool i have like..2 more hours until i need to go to a hospital

n kumas jsuT I GET OFF IN 4 HOURS GO HOME

kumatora invites him to movie nights with her friends n shit

people start calling lucas kumatora's goth boyfriend “never call him that when he's around or i'll murder you”

theyre all rather cool with lucas and find his speech kinda funny?

"wow look at those teeny boppers" "GET A LOAD OF THIS GUY GOD I LOVE IT" “???????????????" kumas friends ask for lucas more all WHAT SCHOOL DOES HE GO TO WHERE DOES HE LIVE "oh he's......foreign B)"

eventually it comes up how lucas doesn’t really want to be a vampire anymore and kumatoras just “dude i can help you find a cure” bc maybe her hobby is a bit Excessive but live your dreams

but ya lucas is just?? constantly wants to visit kumatora n loves her night shifts!! visits all the time they go on hikes a lot n jusT? GETS SO FUCKIGN ATTACHED IT SCARES HIM CONSTANTLY

they sometimes fall asleep on the couch together n when he's all "wow shes so cute.." he realizes how fucking Deep he’s in this and he’s FUCKED

he tries to distance himself but he Can’t Fucking Do It (just like w/ his fam)

whenever he tries to push her away she looks so upset it kills him

N HE'S IN SUCH A STRUGGLE BC HE'S JUST

SO HAPPY TO BE AROUND HER??????

N LIKE WHEN THEY CUDDLE N STUFF HE'S JUST SO OVERWHELMED BC oh my god heartbeats!! oh my god she's gonna die before me

n lucas really fucking feels the severity of how FUCKED he is when its her birthday n hes just

yes she's gonna age and he's gonna outlive her n they could never realistically be happy even if by some offhand chance she even RETURNS the feelings

N HE HAS TO HIDE HIS CRYING N STUFF BUT KUMATORA HAS A 6TH FUCKN SENSE FOR DISTRESSED LUCAS SO SHE'S ALL bruh :( whats up

so he opens up to her about his feelings and anxiety and she hugs him through it, it’s kind of a shitty way to confess

“idk if i can forgive you for deciding that i’m gonna die before you” “are you threatening murder” “that and no way death’s gonna get me, i’m pretty stubborn”

a lil while passes

“you know... i’m okay with becoming a vampire” lucas refuses bc dude.. you can’t even comprehend the weight of immortality.. what if she regrets it

“to hell if i make my closest friend suffer because of a life span” “hah i guess that’s the same for me”

they drop the vampire topic for the time being and move on to other ones such as... mutual feelings :^)

they’re both romantically inclined i mean... lucas spent 300+ years being a hermit and kumatora had other things to do

so they take it slow, it’s p much the same as before except.. hey...now when i think “man i wanna hold their hand” i CAN

it'd also be really sad and/or cute if the ghosts in the castle some of them were lucas's family which might be why boney likes it so much but also imagine them kissin on the couch "kuma ghosts r there" "EH THEYRE JUst ghosts" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) claus looks into the camera "after so long... finally my little brother gets some action :')"

but idk if that’s a thing bc it feels kinda weird i feel like kissin n shit wouldn't b very often bc as much as they both loVE IT

IT'S NOT THAT GREAT FOR A VAMPIRE

YANO.... HEARTS R BEATING... NECK IS RIGHT THERE (lucas still adores it tho)

so back to the topic of Mortality

kuma gets attacked in an alley on the way home from work

n lucas finds her bc they were gonna meet up but he smelt the blood and when he does find her he just goes FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK n didn't know how to save her

also thinking rationally is hard when OH LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD AHhaHA

SO HE BITES HER

he carries her body home n he spends the whole waiting process between DEAD and VAMPIRE crying just "hoyl shti please work please work" “what did i fucking dooooo” “what if i was earlier” “what if i was too late” so many anxieties

kuma wakes up and lucas transistions from panic to HAPPY PANIC OH THANK GOD

she’s really out of it bc of the process and he’s crying apologies “it’s okay you saved me” but he’s still crying, they cuddle for comfort

"hey atleast we did it NOW when i'm a hot sexy 19 yr old and not a wrinkly old lady” “kuma” “i’m tryna make light of the conversation”

so now that kumatora’s a vampire she only works night shifts until she eventually quits. They moved to a new town / whatever so it was easy to avoid having to meet someone in the daytime. facebook helped keep in touch with her friends while still letting the friendship die out.

it took kumatora a bit to get used to being a vampire. she threw up a lot at first and she didn’t like having to drink blood but she did eventually get used to it

idk if they find a cure bc idk what the cure would BE but they eventually find other vampires :^) they continued lucas’s search for duster and probably found him tbh

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jason-todd-deserved-better · 6 years ago

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Illyrian Fae AU - Damian Wayne x Reader Headcanon

Summary: Most humans should be indoors before the sun sets, but you, on the other hand, get held up at work. Will you make it safely back home or does certain doom come into your future.

A/N: Hello hello hello, it’s been a good minute since I’ve done a headcanon let alone actually post anything in over a month. Hehehe... I’m sorry. I’ve been working on other stories, one you guys have been asking me to post for the past six months. ( It’s Tim’s version of WttDCU, I swear I haven’t abandoned it, just that story I’m doing a little differently, and it keeps getting longer the more I try, so maybe I’ll make it two parts? Maybe 3? IDK perhaps longer?) But anyway I’ve been mulling this idea over in my head the past few months, and so I’m doing another series, but this time the boys are all different mythical creatures. Plus if you’ve read A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, then you’d know this is where I got the idea to make Damian a fae with bat wings. I’m very cheesy. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you guys think! Love Y'all! Also, I don’t think this needs to be said but I’m doing so anyway, this is an Older Damian Wayne.

Most days you can make it home with enough time to make sure that there was still sunlight outside so you would have enough time to buy groceries if you wanted and make it back in relative safety before things got bad.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

Plus you needed to get a bag of dog food because you ran out the night before and you didn’t have anything else for the big German Shepherd that is probably snoozing on the couch at this very moment.

You had got out of work fairly late today, but the sun was still out, so you prayed to the gods that you’d make home before any creature, beast or ill-intended human, were out and about.

But as you walked outside the doors, plastic bags of groceries hanging in each of your hands, the pink and now mostly purple hues of dusk were there to welcome you.

Cursing under your breath, you now wished you had gone to the apartment and brought along Ember with you, he’d be able to ward off any unwanted attention.

Sadly, you didn’t have your dog, and you had to take the walk home alone.

Oh how you wished you just went home, you thought.

Walking along the sidewalk, you watched the sunset, your pace along with your pulse hurrying the more it fell in the sky.

You weren’t fast enough.

You were a mere few feet away from your apartment complexes entrance before you were pulled into the dark alleyway, head banging against the brick wall you were pushed up against.

Too stunned to move you felt your assailant’s body press you up on the wall, breathing along your neck.

A vampire, you thought, your fight or flight response flaring up as you now struggle as hard as you could.

Which did absolutely nothing to release you from his grip.

”No use fighting, Little Morsel,” The male takes a good whiff of your neck, opening his mouth to reveal his pointed fangs. “I’m starving.”

Just as you thought that he was going to stick his teeth into you, a force pulled off the vampire and without anything now holding you up, you slid down the wall watching the scene in front of you with shocked eyes.

The vampire was now aggressively fighting against your rescuer, but he was no match for the sheer power he was up against.

The fight was too fast for your human eyes, other than a few glimpses of the two going across the whole alleyway.

And as fast as it started, it ended with the now limp body of the vampire being haphazardly thrown away from your rescuer, a piece of wood from a crate at the dead end of the alleyway poking out of his chest.

The male's back was facing you, looking at the body of the vampire.

But your eyes weren’t looking at that, but the large memberous black wings of a bat that were folded neatly to his back in the tight alleyway, but they trailed upward, your mind going a mile a minute as you saw his pointed ears.

Fae. Illyrian.

Strong by blood and warrior by culture and species, oh man what did you get yourself into?

Usually, they’d stay as far away from humans as possible. Why the hell did he help you?

Slowly pushing yourself up on the wall, you were about to high-tail it out of there, but then you see a large gash on his leg.

And you hesitate.

Oh, you were going to regret this.

”H-Hey, are you okay?”

Turning his head slightly his electric green eyes give you an odd look.

”Shouldn’t you be running home now, girl?” His face held a deadpan expression.

”You’re the one bleeding here, not me,” You said, a slight bite sneaking into your voice.

”And you’re a walking blood bag out in the open at night.”

This male has got to be joking.

”Dude, you are literally bleeding,” You motion to his leg with your hand, “I know that the Vamps don’t like the taste of Fae, but the starving ones will eat just about anything,”

He turned around, his mouth opening to say something else but he stumbles slightly as he uses his injured leg.

He catches himself on the wall, cursing under his breath.

Sighing, you slowly step closer, “Look, my apartment is the next building, I got a first-aid kit that you could use.”

”Why.” Was his emotionless response.

You could feel your eye twitch, “Because you are bleeding out in the open, Vampire Chow.”

He lets out an amused chuckle, ”Heh, look at who is talking, human.”

So this is how you end up helping a 200 something pound mass of muscle and wings, up the staircase and into your apartment.

Ember was shocked and terrified of the Illyrian Fae that was now taking his spot on the couch.

You had left to find the kit in your bathroom, and when you came back to the living room, where you found them in the same place you had left them, staring each other down,

There was a lot of malice coming from Ember’s end.

None was coming from the Fae’s, just a hint of confusion as he sat with his wings hanging off the back of the couch.

Geez, he was huge.

”He’s just protective,” You say, putting the supplies on the couch next to him, “Most of the time he’s a couch potato though,”

He lets out a grunt in understanding, so you take this time to get the wound cleaned out.

”Hey aren’t these things supposed to heal on their own though?” You say starting to disinfect the wound.

”Vampires have a venom that makes it harder for a wound to close,” His voice was condescending as if you should have known this by now.

”Huh,” Was all you responded, now putting an ointment that would close the wound in a couple of hours.

You have got to love a witches’ potion that helps instead of harm.

Once you finished wrapping up his wound, he didn’t stay long; he left saying that he would be fine since his wings were just fine.

He didn’t even say thank you.

But whatever, you just were ready to put this day behind you, grateful to be alive.

A couple of weeks pass, and unfortunately, you find yourself in the same predicament as you did before, stuck out in the night alone.

”You seriously are as stupid as you look.” A voice says less than an inch from the back of your ear.

You let out an undignified yelp, turning around to face the smug look of the Illyrian’s face.

”D-Don’t do that!” You squeak.

”Well don’t be out at night, stupid human.”

Your eyes narrow, “FIrst off I ain’t stupid, I just have the worst luck ever, and what the hell are doing here dude?”

”Making sure you make it back in one piece, wouldn’t want Ember to be left alone.”

This took you off guard. “Okay Bats, my dog was giving you the stink eye the whole time you were there, why would you care?”

”There are only two truly innocent beings out there, animals and children. Last time I checked your dog counts as one,” Again he goes with the whole attitude bit

That left you speechless and motionless.

You only snapped back to reality when he grabbed you by the arm and started to drag you to your apartment.

”Yo, I don’t need you to walk me there!” You say, surprising yourself when you were able to pull yourself away.

He turned his head slightly, “Well I’m the best bet you got from the two humans waiting to mug you just around the next block.”

”Wait- How-”

”Fae ears, girl.”

”Of freaking course…”

So the two of you now set off towards the apartment, and when you pass the block, you see two men at the entrance of the alley, who back up once they see the Fae’s strong wings displayed defensively.

Rolling your eyes, you mutter, “Got to love Gotham…”

Bats’ only reaction was a smug half-smile that stayed on his face as he made sure you made it to the apartment safely.

This cycle continued every time you had to work late and weren’t able to make it home before the sunset.

Hell one time he just lifted you and flew you home.

You weren’t happy about it, and you might have given him a good kick in the stomach.

He was an ass for the rest of the night.

Though he never just up and carried you away, he learned his lesson.

But unfortunately, it was happening more often than you were leaving work late.

And he noticed.

”Seriously, why do you keep doing this to yourself, stupid human?” He questioned, clearly annoyed.

You groan in exasperation, “Can you stop calling me that?! I’ve got a name, and I don’t have a damn choice.”

”What do you mean you don’t have a choice,” He questions, pulling you to look at him. “And you’ve never have given me your name.”

”If I don’t do what I need to do then I get fired, do you know how hard I worked to get that job? Extremely!” You yell, yanking your arm from his grip and walking away from him, “Plus, you never gave me yours so why should I give you mine?”

You hear him growl behind you, walking to catch up.

”It’s Damian, are you happy now?” He said, standing in front of you.

You stop, looking into his fiery green eyes, not able to hold their gaze for long, the rest of the walk spent in silence until you make it to the door of your complex.

But before you do, he stops you by grabbing your wrist and with the other, he puts a card in it.

”Call this number, tell them that you’re looking for a position and that I recommended you to them.”

You stand there, looking at the card until you feel him pull him away, turning his back to leave.

”W-Wait, Damian!” You stutter, “It’s (Y/N),”

He turns around a surprised expression on his face until a small smile grows across his face as he extends his wings and with a powerful thrust, he’s gone.

The next day you call the number on the card, and before you knew it, you have a job interview.

A couple of days later you were now the new employee at Wayne Enterprises.

And while there was a lot of work, you were a lot better there than you were at your old job.

You would miss the nightly walks that you would have with Damian though, oddly enough.

But you didn't have to wait long before you saw him again.

This time though, he was knocking at your fire escape window a couple of hours after you got home.

Laughing slightly, you opened the window, “Guess you missed me, Dami,”

”You know what, I prefer Bats better.” He says, getting himself in.

”Too bad, this one has now stuck to you.” You joke.

Rolling his green eyes, you felt a sort of fondness from them.

”You look better by the way, less stressed,” He states plainly, sitting on your couch.

”Yeah, thanks for that by the way.” You say next to him, “You didn’t need to do that,”

”It’s safer for you.” He says plainly.

”Still, thank you, Damian.” You smile towards him, feeling at ease with him with you.

”It’s no problem, (Y/N).” When his eyes meet yours, you felt almost an electric charge by the way he was looking at you.

Then a question pops into your mind ”Oh by the way how did you-”

”That is for me to know and you to find out.”

Ugh, how you hate the whole mysterious and cryptic crap.

For the rest of the night, you guys talked, watched a movie and Damian even got to pet Ember for once.

But throughout the night he took glimpses of you, sometimes you’d catch him, but others you didn’t.

Oh if only you knew what was going on in his mind.

He left before dinner, said he had things to do before the night was done.

This was now the new tradition you guys had he’d come to your house and chill out, and then he’d leave before dinner.

Then came the day of the Wayne Gala that all the employees were invited to.

After your lunch break, you found a jewelry box on top of your desk.

Inside, you found a silver necklace with a silver chain and a pendant with a green stone in the center and surrounding it were clear crystals, making a circle around it.

Plus there was a matching pair of earrings.

And they looked like real diamonds and emeralds, but you were kind of too scared to think of them as real because who would give them to you????

Looking around there was no one else there as you were the first one there back from lunch, so you put it in your purse and got to work.

Anyway, the event was held every year at the Wayne manor, and you were nervous as you got ready for it.

Standing in front of your mirror, in a beautiful but simple black dress with the short sleeves hanging off your shoulders.

It was sexy but elegant, and something that you would typically not wear, but you were rocking it.

After putting on your makeup, you eye the jewelry box, debating on wearing them or not.

The next thing you knew, they were on you, and you were ready to go.

At the gala, you were talking to one of your coworkers, a Were who was a mother of two who took this opportunity to take a break from the kids when you felt an arm tap your shoulder.

Turning around, you see a man with bright blue eyes and a roguish smile, holding out his hand. “Would you care to dance?”

Before you could answer a no, you felt a muscled arm wrap itself around your waist possessively.

”No Jason, she wouldn’t,” Damian said, pulling you closer.

To your surprise, the man smiled knowingly and with a joking undertone said, “Oh man, Dami, look at you growing up.”

With a growl Damian walks the two of you away, his hold never faltering.

Okay, you were in need of answers, and now.

He must see it in your face because he stops you guys in an empty part of the manor.

”Okay, Damian talk.”

And to your surprise he does.

Turns out Damian is only half fae, his father is pure mortal, while his mother is Illyrian.

He has a crap ton of siblings, all of then a different species.

But the thing that freaked you out the most didn’t even come out of his mouth but from two spying brother’s who knew what Damian was avoiding trying to tell you.

”You guys are mates!” You hear a male voice say, then a clear “OW” right afterward.

Both yours and Damian's eyes widen, and you can physically see Damian pale in horror, which was a first for everyone in that room.

He wanted to tell you, but he didn’t think you’d want to be with him, at least like that.

He felt something the night he rescued you.

He grew suspicious of it when he’d grow protective while walking down the street.

And for awhile he knew that the connection between the two of you was there when you told him your name.

But the burden was his to bare if you didn’t accept it.

He just wanted to you to be happy, and if wasn’t with him then he’d find a way to live with it.

You were shocked, you had heard about how some faes had a connection snapped with a female, how they’d form a mental bond if they both accept each other as theirs.

But it made sense to you, it just felt right.

Damian didn’t speak much after that; you saw evident anger in his eyes that wasn’t directed at you but towards the voice around the corner. (It was Jason with Dick by the way.)

The two of you didn’t stay long after that.

You were about to order an Uber before Damian just lifted you off and flew you off to your apartment.

This time you didn’t kick him.

Again it was just an unsettling quiet between the two of you.

It was off-putting.

Once he landed on the fire escape, he let you down, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

”Damian…” You say, not knowing where to start.

”Look, if you don’t want anything to do with me like that,” He lets out a shaky breath, “Then I’ll leave you be,”

”But Damian-”

”I just want you to be happy (Y/N), even if it’s not with me-” He was interrupted by your hand on his cheek, pulling his face to look at yours.

”Damian, I want to be with you,” You state, caressing his cheek. “Come inside, I haven’t eaten anything all night, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t either.”

”(Y/N), you know what that means, right?”

Yep, you did, it means that you’d except the bond.

”I wouldn’t be offering if I didn’t.” You say, a smile growing on your face.

He kisses you, pouring his soul into it, and that night you guys finally became one.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne imagines #damian wayne imagine #Damian Wayne #robin #robin x reader #robin imagine #robin imagines #robin headcanon #dc #DC comics #dc comics imagine #au

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 6 years ago

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✿ Seventeen’s Seungcheol x Female!Reader ✿ College AU ✿ Vampire!Seungcheol ✿ Kinda angsty? Mainly sad? ✿ 1.6k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist!

HEy y’allllll I’m back! I kinda got sad and wanted to express it somehow? College sucks so far :( but I was able to format my sadness into a fic so thats good right?? It kinda doesn’t make sense tho LOL I hope you guys like it tho!

I was able to format the following divider for only this blog’s use so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you. - Chii

You found yourself in the small shared room of your dorms. Your roommate was gone and nowhere to be seen or heard from. Probably at a party with her friends or someplace else you never really bothered to ask whenever she left. You became friends with the closed in box feeling as you anticipated another long coffee filled night. For some reason, something about the sunset brings down the mood. As the sky transitions from a bright orange to a dark black, you spend most of it working on school work. The color of the sky makes you think about things that aren't so pleasant and sometimes you find yourself so overwhelmed with your own emotions. Dark spots littered whatever hoodie or sweater you had on. You wiped away tears aggressively. The sun had to peek-a-boo one last time as it fell behind the curtain. It had just become night and here you are, crying your eyes out about things.

As a college student there were a lot of things to worry about. This time, in particular, was long-distanced good friends and just being homesick. You were afraid of being alone. You'd give anything to travel back home to spend the day with your good friends again but here you are. Tears falling freely as you give up on irritating your cheeks and let them fall onto your messy statistic notes. It took you awhile to collect yourself and decided to check your email in hopes of forgetting the feeling. You scrolled through them, looking for any important ones like package shipment, things from professors and sales in clothing stores. In the millions of emails you never bothered to clean out, unfortunately you got an email from your literature professor.

He was a new teacher at the school. This year was his first year and he actually had graduated from the school. Professor Choi, Seungcheol he asks us to call him, had just gotten his master's degree in literature and was able to teach at the college. He was tall and looked intimidating. He did give off an aura of something mysterious that reminded you of the creatures in the Eastern European folktales you had to read. Although it was easy to talk to him as teacher, he was always friendly with the students, and always looked out for the well-being of his students. Sadly, this meant he would often send out the emails to students when their grades would slip. Out of concern, he would call students to his office to talk about the problem and tried his best to understand because he was once in that position as well. He wanted to be the best professor he could. You begrudgingly read the email further and gather the basic information in the text.

Good evening, I'm worried about your grades on the recent exam. You had almost failed and I would like you to meet me in my office at 5:45 p.m. I'll see you then.

The next thing you did was look at the clock, the small digital clock at the bottom right corner of your laptop. It read 5:30 p.m. you had 15 minutes to get your act together and make it look like you didn't just cry your heart out. The last thing you wanted was to look like an emotional wreck while leaving the dorms.

You quickly went to your ensuite bathroom and wash your face with cold water, changed out of the grey hoodie you had on and into one of the t-shirts the college had given you during an event a year or two ago. You grabbed your phone and your wallet before starting to walk towards the teacher offices in the middle of campus. Thankfully, you didn't live that far from the offices but it the air was particularly cold. It was the beginning of Autumn and the end of Summer, the sun would set quicker and you would find yourself getting upset and sad earlier as the day went on. You put away your bad emotions, not wanting to let this affect your meeting with the professor. You scan into the building and greeted the security guard. You went up the stairs and looked for room 3 1B. A short walk down the hall and to your right was the room. You knocked on the door and waited outside patiently.

Seungcheol opened the door and his face lit up at the sight of you. He told you to come in a take a seat on the chair that was placed across his table. The sun set, leaving little natural light to enter his office. He turned on the small lamp after he had closed his door and sat down,

“So, your grades,” he slid your test paper in front of you with a red 57 in a circle at the top corner, “what’s going on? You’re a bright student and I hate to see you fail like this,” he said as he crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair. He sensed the change in mood.

“Just personal issues,” you weakly said as you looked away from him. You found those negative emotions coming back and wanted to run out of this office to cry in peace back in your room.

“Hey, look at me,” you turn your head back to him. Seungcheol stares deep into your eyes with his ruby colored ones. Red? You feel yourself swaying, “you’ll be okay.”

Seungcheol knew his power wasn't strong. It had been a while since he last fed on human blood.

He got up from his seat and walked to your side. The swivel chair turned and now he was facing you. Gemstone like eyes glowed as the sound of his teeth pushed through his gums to reveal themselves.

Although your eyes blurred your vision and your body was still, there was a slight trembling of your lips. You weren't in a deep enough trance. He knew the trance wouldn't last long or be deep. You would still have some memory of what happened but a little help from the Chemistry professor could help. Lee Chan is very well known for his ability in forgetfulness concoctions.

It had been far too long since a prey had shaken as he stood in front of him. Often times he would either be stabbing a straw into a pack or be eating human food.

Seeing you shaking made him feel powerful. Had been ages since people feared vampires. He found himself with a slight smile on his face as he bent down. Cold hands found themselves behind your neck and cold lips touched your ear.

"What are you afraid of?" His voice wasn't comforting anymore. Knowing well that you had the power to speak at a whisper, he asked again. He wanted to feed his pride. He let go of you and stared at your face, waiting for an answer.

His eyes widened at your answer. It was unexpected. He thought you would say that you fear him and he would hear your soft voice straining to scream and beg but you didn't. You didn't know what was going on but you were scared. You felt like you had no control but had all of it at the same time. If you were going to die, you might as well expose your emotions to someone at least once. All the feelings you held in. You felt like you couldn’t talk to anyone about them, not a single soul. When you wanted to talk to someone, you blame yourself for your bad timing. ‘I’m busy right now,’ or ‘sorry, I can’t talk right now.’ You just kept it in. When someone noticed you were upset, you brushed them off. Knowing they might not understand and only a few did but those few weren’t in your reach anymore.

“I fear of being alone and left behind.” Your voice was indeed soft, full of fear but not fear of him. Seungcheol steps back.

He starts to piece things together. He hadn't seen you with other students at all. Found it hard for you to group up with classmates and often worked by yourself. When you were in a group, you had on the biggest smile but how much of that was real? He stared at your emotionless face with tears rolling down your checks. Knowing you won't remember this, he pulls you in while you're still paralyzed. Your body was limp. His body was cold but yours was too. He wanted to comfort you but he knew well that you wouldn't feel anything or remember anything. For the first time in a while, he felt genuine pity for a human. There's something inside of him that tells him that he shouldn’t feed on you but he’s been hungry for so long. He quickly lets his fangs pierce your skin. The blood is warm but far from sweet. It’s bitter. He keeps going until he’s full. Seungcheol stands up and wipes the blood around his mouth on his sleeve. His cheeks were wet. He had been crying. Blood carries emotions. It’s been so long since he fed that he forgot. He harshly rubs his eyes and looks down at you. He shakes his head and grabs a few tissues from his desk. He dries your cheeks gently and wipes up any blood on your neck.

“Hey, Chan. Yeah, I fed. I need some of that memory wiping stuff you make,” he stopped his sentence to look at you slumped on the chair, “I got myself into some trouble.”

Seungcheol paused for a bit, "Chan, make some of that for me too. My heart doesn't beat anymore but it hurts.”

Tbh this probably won't make sense but idk I wanted to write a fic but I was kinda sad and idk lol. I'm just sad all the time bros college blows :( my two good friends are far and I'm alone in our hometown. I made like no friends and I just wanna disappear. - Chii

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

#im always sad omg #im sorry #chii #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventeen angst #vampire seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol angst

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rockingthegraveyard · 7 years ago

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"send me a ship" saboace and marcoace, or mas if you havent done that already? ty

Sorry this took a while!! As you can see I got a bit carried away on some of them.

I hope you don’t mind I just do MAS it would have taken me too long to do all three and I probably would have lost steam. I really went off the rails on this first one. What can I say, I love my werewolf aus. Okay, okay, so, like…I got into all of them really. I love AUS okay!!

(it’s long so I’m gonna put it all under a cut)

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Okay so there are four classes:

Human - Average humans are generally clueless of the underground supernatural network.

Hunter - Hunters track down and often eliminate with extreme prejudice.

SOI (Supernatural Occurrence Investigator) - SOI, investigates any violent deaths that have supernatural connections to put away or in extreme cases, kill any rogue creatures who kill for pleasure. Or those who risk outing other creatures. They generally helps dissuade some hunters but for the most part the two are still at odds with one another.

Supernatural creature - And of course creatures which consist of various beings such as werewolves, vampires, harpies and more. They all have an underground society in a sense.

Sabo is a human. He is not apart of a hunting family but they do support hunters in various ways.Ace is, of course, the werewolf. A born werewolf, which is not common now-a-days since born are the only ones who can “infect” another individual on any given time when means they’re hunted vigorously.Marco a member of SOI. His family is big and filled with supernatural being and human. So he does the one thing he can to help insure a safer life for both parties of his family.

Sabo learned about the supernatural through Ace, which means it was very limited. Ace had been taken away as a baby and raised away from his kind by humans. So everything Ace learned about himself, he had to do on his own. Rouge was a born werewolf and Roger was a bitten but Rouge was killed by a hunter as well as Roger but he was able to bargain with the lingering hunter (Garp) to take care of their son. No child deserved to be killed just because of what he is after all.

Like in canon Sabo isn’t happy at home and runs off on a daily basis into the woods on the edge of town where he meets Ace. It doesn’t take long for them to form their strong bond and for Ace to divulge what he is. (Luffy joins in somewhere in there, he’s half dragon, I know, pretty ironic for his dad). Unfortunately, when Sabo’s father looks into where his son keeps running off to, it doesn’t take much for the people he sends to figure out what Ace is. He is young and reckless after all.

When they attack Ace, (this is where Ace learns about hunters and Sabo learns his family’s connection to them) they all run off across the mountain and into New World City (idk man). They stick pretty close to the woods still but live in the city. Ace works at a bar and picks up odd jobs on the side, Sabo works part time while still going to school. Luffy goes to school for the most part.

At some point another werewolf gets wind of the family Sabo had once belonged and to him, once associated with hunters, always so. And goes to attack Sabo. This is where Marco shows up, dragging Sabo out of danger but before he can confront the rogue werewolf Ace appears to fight and eventually chase him off. Of course he instantly turns on Marco but Sabo is quick to intervene because, come on Ace, it’s rude to threaten someone who saved me.

When Marco asks for a registry Ace only has his ID because he’s completely clueless about what else this Soy guy (SOI) is asking for. Marco is assuming Ace is bitten and the underground society try their best to find each one and keep tabs on them to help them through the first rough patches and to prevent them from hurt anyone or drawing in hunters attention. Most born have better control by the time their five then most first bitten do at any age. So they avoid this kind of attention, not to mention even in among various SOI districts, born werewolves cause many concern if they go around changing others.

Being clueless to anything supernatural really, Marco is now stuck explaining their whole world basically to this cute werewolf and equally cute human friend. You know what, this could take a while, lets do it over some coffee. I know a witch that brews the best vanilla latte.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Ten year of age is when Sabo and Ace decide they will try to become proper fishermen. Going out early in the morning in a small boat out of shore no one ever uses. Sabo, who is more academically inclined has read up on it. He feels like he’ll get the hang of it just fine. And they do alright for kids the first time around. Sabo is, though he won’t admit it, a little surprised and jealous that Ace does better than him. Ace has a lot of patience when it comes to hunting, looks like fishing is no different.

Sometimes Ace gets paranoid, insists someone is watching them. He was more ‘in tune’ with his instincts, or so he says. Sabo is quick to roll his eyes except when they’re out on the water. Mainly because sometimes he feels it too. It wasn’t until the weather turned bad in seconds and the waves rolls beneath them that they realized how correct Ace was. They’re both excellent swimmers but when Ace is knocked out of the boat and doesn’t resurface, Sabo panics. He wants to dive in after him but their small boat is pushed to the rocks.

Boatless and now stuck on jagged rocks he feels utterly helpless. Throwing caution into the wind, he’s ten seconds from trying to clear the waves that will smash him back into the rocks when two bodies are thrown right on him. Ace is there, he’s okay, he’s coughing which means he’s breathing. This new blond kid is there too, he must have saved Ace and he’s so, so grateful and holy shit is that tail?!

And so it starts, the two boys and their mermaid friend, Marco. Marco who helps them fish and sits on their boat with them and swims with them. Who shares stories of the ocean, the creatures there, his large family of other mermaids. He describes them and they’re all so different. But Sabo and Ace hope to meet them someday, even his father, who is as large as a whale Marco says.

In turn Sabo and Ace sit with Marco on the shore. They tell him of their lives, their little brother and his friends. They tell him the troubles of humans but the small good things to come to them as well. Sabo talks about his parent’s selfishness and how sad he is with them. Ace doesn’t talk about his family who is no longer around anyways. Sabo explains that the reason Ace seems so angry is because he is used an an outlet because of who is father is. Ace is angry because he’s hurt. Being hurt is a concept all three of them know too well.

Neither of them can really place as they grew up just when they fell in love.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Sabo is the witch and Ace is the most frustrating familiar to have ever existed. Sabo is sure he accidentally cursed himself instead when he happened upon Ace, who came from out of nowhere it seemed. From his reading, familiars are suppose to be your guide, he is sure he didn’t summon a demon or a fairy, or at least Ace claims he isn’t. But a good portion of the time Ace is less than helpful. That’s not to say he doesn’t try, because he does and that in sort is part of the problem. In terms of protection it was something Ace could never let him down on. Magic however was a whole other story.

The best or worst, they’re not really sure which, case was when Sabo made to summon a bird to carry messages long distances for him and with Ace’s help he accidentally summoned and entrapped and very shocked phoenix instead. One thing Ace had excelled in, was elemental magic, more specifically fire. Sabo reasons that might have had something to do with the frustrated fire bird now bound to him. They are both very apologetic and struggled to find an incantation to break the bond.

Not that either of them would admit it but they were surprised when the phoenix, Marco, transformed with a burst of beautiful blue flames into an equally beautiful man. Sabo scolds himself for being surprised considering Ace is constantly shifting forms on a regular basis. Even with the extra set of eyes Marco provided it took them a whole month to break the bond. By then Marco was no longer angry and Ace and Sabo were sad to see him go.

They had only sulked about it for a week when Marco reappeared. He couldn’t in good conscious leave them alone after all, not when both of them had so much to learn. Marco was no longer bonded and was free to come and go as he pleased. Sabo and Ace were happy that their little hut on the mountain was one of the places he went to the most.

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

With Ace’s medication he can’t have caffeine, or at least he’s not suppose to. Not suppose to have it aside, medication be damned on rare occasions he can’t help but down a huge cup of Izo’s special vanilla latte. (This action is always followed with regret, will he ever learn?) It’s why being a barista is such a confusing choice for him but he love it. Marco, his co-worker, is addicted. Family is in a constant state of worry, has anyone checked his resting heart rate? No way it’s normal. But that’s just how it is a The Whitebeard Cafe.

No one rivals Marco’s coffee intake, no one but Sabo from Revolution Books across the street. He always comes in during Marco or Ace’s shift. He stays longer if both of them are there. They all assume he is ordering a bunch of coffee for his co-workers. However he’s been here chatting with Marco and Ace for the past ten minutes, he finished one cup and is now drinking another. He’s eaten two of the pastries. Did he notice with Ace ate the third? Does he care? Does he even realize there are more than two people working here.

Thatch and Izo are very embarrassed over Marco swooning so helplessly and Ace, the blind dork. Ace is so oblivious or these two people openly flirting with him the entire time. Izo is getting real tired of Ace sulking, pretending to be happy that Sabo and Marco make such a perfect fit. Goddammit Ace, do you use your eyes?

Koala is getting really tired of Sabo coming back just seconds before his break ends with no pastries AGAIN and her coffee half gone. One of these days she’s gonna have to go get them herself and see just who these two “perfect” guys her idiot is fawning over.

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Ace is the professor. He is spacey and his organization skills appear to be a mess but he’s good at interacting with his students. Especially the ones that are having the toughest time because he was there too. He complains about the workload all the time and complains that it’s never quiet but he really loves it.

Marco is in the class next door who is completely dedicated and professional and everything is in chaos. His desk is somehow even worst than Ace’s. Only there is no order among it. While class is in Ace has a tendency to be sitting in the back of the class. No one know when or how he even got there, how can a teacher be so sneaky? Don’t you have your own class to teach?

Sabo is almost a cryptid. Is he a TA for Ace or is he here for Marco? Sometimes he’s there and sometimes he isn’t and the students are left questioning if he’s even real. One student has a friend who goes to another university and she claims she’s seen Sabo there. There are no pictures and somehow whenever someone tries to sneak one something obstructs it. There is a whole club now.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

They’re all prince’s!! Marco the Prince of Moby. Sabo the prince of Goa. And Ace the prince of the ruined kingdom of Oro.

Queen Rouge ran away with her son and found refuge in the mountain that bordered the Goa kingdom where she was able to raise her son in secret. Prince Sabo ran away at a young age, found Ace and they quickly became the best and only friends they ever knew. But of course being a prince makes it much harder for Sabo to run away and he goes back willingly after his father started sending out parties to look for him. Ace told Sabo who he was and in return Sabo did the same and so to protect Ace’s identity he went back.

Of course Ace wouldn’t just have that and later trained the the toxic kingdom to become a knight. Specifically to be apart of Prince Sabo’s royal guard. Sabo wasn’t happy of course, at least at first. (Rouge was really not happy but she knew she couldn’t stop her son.) But Sabo being the prince has some sway and was able to keep Ace as close to him as possible. Ace is knighted and honestly, neither of them are really happy about it but Ace had reached his goal. Just in time to watch as Sabo’s father starts looking for suitors for his son.

In comes Marco, the prince of Moby who is here on behalf of his father to see if they could strike up a trading route between the two kingdoms. This is where he meets the handsome, prince with his sad smile and the stoic and equally beautiful knight. As Marco tries to strike a deal with the impossibly frustrating king, he gets to know Sabo and Ace. Gets to know how Sabo dreads the arranged marriage. To witness the small, almost unnoticeable affectionate touches between prince and knight

He’s caught off guard when Ace asks what he thinks of the once proud kingdom of Oro. He answers honestly, that he remembers vivid warm colors, laughter, the busy market , a boisterous king and beautiful queen. He tells Ace and Sabo who listens in closely that he remembers that above everything he remembers the people were happy under king Roger’s rule. He remarks that it’s a shame that he was burned like it was and that he hoped one day it will be taken away from Akainu’s tyrannical rule. He’s confused when Ace leaves silently and Sabo smiling, still facing the book he had been ‘studying’.

When Marco is set to take his leave, the negotiations failing to have gone anywhere, he makes the most of his last private time with Sabo and Ace. He tells them quietly to wait ten days from his departure, to gather the minimum. He tells them that they don’t have to say goodbye forever, that in ten days he will be waiting in the small village of Foosha. Ace and Sabo listen as he tells them that Moby is accepting of all those in need of a place and a fresh start no matter who they are or the families they once belonged too. And in ten days Goa was without it’s prince and his loyal knight.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Sabo is the teacher. It’s messy and the children are loud but he love his job with all his heart.

Ace isn’t a single parent but he’s treated like it. People generally give him pity looks, must have been a teen parent? Where is the mother they wonder but never pry. But it’s not like that Ace is taking care of his adopted little brother because he’s guardians do a piss poor job honestly. So he took Luffy and struggles to get him to school on time, more or not making himself late for his own classes.

Marco is a dad in all but blood. He watches carefully and cleans up after Thatch’s cooking adventures. Lets Izo paint his face in makeup from cheap glittery pink cases. Marco struggles to keep Namur from drowning himself in the park fountain and Haruta from stuffing her pockets full of frogs. He gets all four of them to school before work and picks them up from his father’s home after.

And when Haruta gets into a fight at school he patiently waits with the kind teacher while the other kid and his parents run late. Haruta is left to play with the toys in the classroom and Marco is left to chat with the teacher who apologizes for the other’s lateness. It doesn’t take a genius to know that the kid Haruta fought with got in trouble a lot for the teacher, Sabo he insisted to know the other enough to apologize for them.

Only Marco seems to be startled when the door burst open with a young man struggling to catch his breath and a child slung under his arm. Of course Marco, the private of his own mind thinks how unfair it is that both teacher and this man are incredibly cute. He’s even more surprised when the child is thrusted forward and made to apologize for stealing Haruta’s food and the kid, Luffy, does so eagerly with a genuine smile that rivals the sun.

When Haruta accepts the apology in seconds, all three adults are left while the two children begin to play. Marco feels like he got almost too worked up over the possibilities and now it seems like a waste to be here but he can’t bring himself to pull Haruta away from Luffy in the middle of their game. He finds it really nice when all three adults sit down to talk and when he walks away with a promise to see them another time he can’t help but think this is the best student/teacher meeting he ever had.

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Sabo is the writer and Marco is his editor. They’ve been working to get this book done, long hours and hard work put into every sentence written and edited. The amount of caffeine share between them as they’ve gone over things is staggering. They’re almost done just a few things here and there corrected. This taken out while this put back in only to be taken out and then revised.

Ace is the best friend who throws out ideas, a lot of them are brushed aside, some are taken into consideration. And sometimes he’ll ask a question and Sabo finds himself at 3am, downing his third cup of coffee and completely rewriting chapter twelve. Marco slightly concerned when Sabo shows him the new and improved chapter with bloodshot eyes and hair wild until he sees Ace casually strolling behind him. Then it clicks, of course and he takes the chapter from Sabo’s clammy hands and forces him to take a nap on his couch.

And there you have it. I hope you enjoyed them!

#MAS #Portgas D. Ace #Marco the Phoenix #Sabo #One Piece #Anonymous #ask #Ship meme #tell me your favorite

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bangtaninink · 8 years ago

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can I request a "peaches and cream baby. peaches and cream" with vampire!seokjin please >.

CHRISTMAS DRABBLE BONANZA CHARACTER Kim Seokjin (Jin)AU Vampire

“Hyung!”

“Jungkook, shut up.”

“Nu-uh. You’re in deep shit now. Hyung!”

“What do you want, Jungkook?” Seokjin groans, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “This better not be about your goddamn collection of millennial cartoon memorabilia because I swear to god--”

“No, I’ll show you that tomorrow. Look.”

Seokjin follows the direction in which Jungkook’s arm points, all complaints lost on the tip of his tongue as his eyes grow wide.

“What is she doing here?” Seokjin asks, voice quietly.

“Taehyung hyung brought her here,” Jungkook replies, nudging Taehyung closer to where Seokjin stands, unphased by the way the elder smacks his arm.

“Hyung, I...” Taehyung starts.

“I told you all never to bring her here.”

You smirk from where you sit in the plush leather seat, crossing your arms over your chest as you raise an eyebrow at Seokjin.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to a guest, Seokjin,” you say. “And I’m not even a guest, really. Aren’t I something of an... old friend?”

Jaw clenched, Seokjin tears his eyes away from you to glare at Taehyung, hands tightly gripping the younger’s arms.

“Why is she here?”

“Hyung, she... she knows,” Taehyung replies, wincing slightly.

“Knows what?”

“Knows where Namjoon hyung is.”

“That’s impossible. No one knows where Namjoon is. I haven’t seen him in centuries.”

“But she does.”

“How do you even know that? You don’t know her like I do. She could’ve just said that so you’d bring her here.”

“No, she didn’t. I know she didn’t, hyung.”

“How?”

“Because--”

“Because I’m here.” All heads in the room turn towards the door, Jungkook gasping loudly at the sight of Namjoon. “Hyung. I’m here.”

Seokjin feels all the wind in him punched right out of his body, his hands releasing Taehyung’s arms to fall slack at his side.

“Namjoon?” Seokjin says, voice barely audible.

“Hi, hyung,” Namjoon says, smiling faintly. “Long time no see.”

Namjoon barely has time to think before Seokjin runs to the other side of the room, arms wrapping around the younger in a tight embrace. Beside Jungkook, Taehyung presses his lips tightly together, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

“Where in god’s name have you been, brother?” Seokjin whispers into the younger’s shoulder.

“In probably the closest thing to hell I’ll ever see.”

Seokjin leans back to look Namjoon in the eye, grip tight on the younger’s shoulders as if he’s afraid he’ll disappear yet again.

“I tried, Namjoon. We all tried so hard to find you.”

“I know you did, hyung. I know. _____ told me all about it.”

Seokjin turns to look over his shoulder to where you still sit, no longer with your arms crossed over your chest. He’s silent, more stoic than you’re used to, but you can see a look in his eyes that says something different, something that contradicts the control he is so desperately trying to cling on to in your presence.

“Hey.” Namjoon’s voice cuts through the silence. “What’re you two doing standing over there? Aren’t you going to give your brother a hug hello?”

Jungkook and Taehyung waste no time in bounding over to the other side of the room, and Seokjin steps back, letting the younger two wrap their arms around Namjoon. The elder chuckles quietly, stroking their heads, as the room is gradually filled with the sound of muffled sobs.

Wordlessly, Seokjin looks at you, not pulling his eyes away, even as a multitude of footsteps approach the library where you all are, the rest of the coven entering the room.

▫▫▫

The house is filled with more joy than it’s seen in centuries, friends new and old walking the halls of the manor in celebration of Namjoon’s return. You sit just a few feet away from the fireplace, a goblet of blood held between your fingers as you watch the party unfold in front of you. You nod and smile in greeting to everyone that passes you, not surprised by the looks of confusion and curiosity at your presence.

It had been Namjoon who had urged you to stay, only his persistence convincing you not to return to your own house despite the look on Seokjin’s face at the invitation.

You can see the way Seokjin’s brothers sneak not-so discreet glances your way every so often, but you pay them no mind, content to just sit and sip at your drink, picking up fragments of the conversations around you.

“You...”

You look up to find Yoongi standing by your seat, his own half-empty goblet of blood in his hand.

“You look exactly the same, noona,” he finishes. You chuckle quietly, looking down at your drink.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard a vampire say, Yoongi,” you reply, shaking your head.

“But... you do. You haven’t dyed your hair, or changed the way you do your makeup. I feel like you’re even wearing the same outfit you wore when you...” You look back up at him when he doesn’t finish his sentence. Yoongi clears his throat and takes a sip of his drink. “Um. Well. Even... even if hyung won’t say it, I know he’s thinking it, so I thought, as the second-born, I should be the better man and say it to you, at the very least on behalf of our family.” He looks down at his goblet for a moment, before his eyes shift to look at you. “Thank you, noona, for bringing our brother back.”

▫▫▫

“Come with me.”

You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know who it is. You feel fingers wrap around your wrist and gently tug, urging you to step away from the crowd that has gathered around Namjoon and the youngest three of the family where they dutifully recount the events of the last four centuries, filling Namjoon in on every last detail of what he’d missed.

You set your drink down on the nearest surface, stepping away from the circle to follow Seokjin upstairs.

It’s silent all the way up the staircase and into his bedroom (and you notice barely anything has changed since the last time you’d set foot in it). Neither of you speak until the door is shut and locked, just a few candles on his bedside table lit, enough to illuminate the room slightly.

“How did you do it?” Seokjin asks, not facing you as he extinguishes the match in his hand. “How... where... when? How did you manage to do the one thing my brothers expected me to do?”

“You’ve always been so hard on yourself, Seokjin. And impatient.” you say, running your fingers along the spines of the books lining the shelf beside his desk. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

He watches as you make your way across the room, almost to where he stands, and sit on the edge of his bed, resting your hands in your lap.

“It took me this entire time to get him back. A whole four centuries. I know... how much it must’ve hurt for you to have seen my loyalties drift away from your family and to another, considering everything you and your brothers have done for me.” You pause, and take a deep breath. “It hurt me too, to watch the disappointment become a little more obvious in your eyes everyday at the things that I did to you, to your brothers, but I... I don’t blame you for what you did. I would’ve done the same if I was in your position.” You feel the bed shift beside you as Seokjin sits down. “You did it for your family. I understand that now. Perhaps, back then, I was a little selfish in thinking that you’d let me stay regardless, but I... I understand that what I had with you doesn’t compare to what you have with your brothers.”

You don’t turn to look at him when he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, flooded with memories of the past, of a life with you living under this very roof with him as almost-family.

“They had him locked up in some kind of dungeon,” you say. “Kept him there for three and a half centuries, barely feeding him. It was painful for me to just stand there and watch him withering away while those animals mocked Namjoon, waved vials of blood in his face, made him beg for even a single drop. If I could have gotten him out earlier, I would have. But I... I had to wait. Had to wait four centuries before I could do anything. I had to wait until they no longer suspected me of spying on their coven for your sake. I... I had to do things to Namjoon in order to gain their trust, to show them that I was on their side, not yours. Your brother will never forgive me, but I don’t expect him to. He’ll tell you all about it, I’m sure. He’ll tell your brothers too. And I don’t expect any of you to all of a sudden welcome me back with open arms, considering the things I did to this family. I’m sure there could have been different approaches to this situation. I’m not asking you to take me back, Seokjin, or for you to forgive me and pay me back in exchange for your brother’s return. I’m not asking for anything from you or from your brothers. I just... want you to know that bringing back Namjoon was the least I could do for what you and your family have done for me.”

You fall silent, listening to the laughter outside of Seokjin’s bedroom coming from the rest of the party guests. Melancholia washes over you in a subtle and quiet wave as the weight of your words sink in and make the air grow thick with tension, until you start to feel the first inklings of uneasiness at the lack of response from Seokjin.

You’re about to turn and look at him, searching for any sign of acknowledgement, but he beats you to it, pressing his lips to yours, hand cupping your cheek. It’s altogether new and unfamiliar the way he kisses you, urgent and tender at the same time, as if he’s afraid you’ll go but the night will last forever. You shut your eyes, feel your shoulders sink as the tension in your bones eases with each passing second.

It’s Seokjin that pulls away first, slightly breathless, and for a moment, you chase after his lips before you open your eyes.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you, _____,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek. You shake your head in reply.

“Don’t be.”

You barely have time to blink before he’s pushed you down to lie flat on your back, crawling over you to cage you in between his arms and kissing you with four centuries worth of longing. It’s clumsy and messy, the way the both of you undress, as if neither of you have any time left. You feel his fangs graze against your neck while your fingers claw at his back, your body arching off the mattress as you lie naked amongst the now-disheveled silk sheets of Seokjin’s bed.

“I missed you,” you whisper, breathless.

“I love you,” he replies instantly. He doesn’t let you answer before he pushes a finger into you, lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue laving over the sensitive bud. You shut your eyes and moan, your fingers curling around his biceps.

“Seokjin.”

“I missed this,” he mumbles against your breast, pushing himself lower and lower until he’s kissing the skin beneath your navel. “I missed it all. God, how is it possible that you smell and taste even better than before?”

Your fangs dig into your bottom lip as you bite down on the plump flesh, moaning again as he slides another finger in, tongue drawing slow circles around your clit.

“Seokjin.”

“Peaches and cream, baby. Peaches. And. Cream.”

“Seokjin. Babe, more.” You whimper as he pushes a third finger in, pushes in deep enough to have your toes curling with white hot pleasure. Your chest heaves with every breath, hands clutching the sheets in tight fists.

As impatient as ever, Seokjin does not let you suffer for too long, quick to withdraw his fingers from within you. He growls quietly as the room is suddenly filled with the scent of you, his patience wearing thin. But it’s during times like these that you too share the same impatience, and you push yourself up to flip your bodies over, pinning his arms over his head.

Seokjin inhales sharply, watching with an unfaltering gaze as you lower yourself onto him with a strangled whimper. You throw your head back and moan as he fills you up, hands coming to rest on his chest, a surprised gasp slipping out of you when he thrusts his hips up without warning.

“Feel good, love?” he asks, reaching down to grasp your hips, guiding their movements. You nod back, unable to trust your voice. The both of you groan at the way you roll your hips in a circle slowly, desperate for every inch of him to stay within you.

With another growl, Seokjin pushes himself up, supporting his weight with one hand while the other wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you forward until he can kiss you with a hunger to last a million centuries. You rest your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you kiss him back, his fangs grazing against your bottom lip.

“Jinnie,” you whimper, moving your hips frantically as you chase your high. He lowers his hand from your neck to instead wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close.

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispers, lips pressed to your cheek, groaning quietly as your scent grows stronger the closer you get to your climax. “I love you, _____.”

“I...”

You don’t get to finish your reply before pure, unadulterated pleasure fills your veins, lips parted in a silent cry. While you tremble in his embrace, you bring your wrist up to Seokjin’s lips, and you don’t need to say another word. You cry out a little as his fangs pierce your skin just deep enough for him to get a taste of you, your blood sweeter than he could’ve ever imagined. He moans around your wrist, feeling his own climax arrive and he throws himself back to lie flat, lips painted red.

▫▫▫

As you catch your breath, you lean forward to lie on Seokjin’s chest, licking your wounds shut before lapping up the blood that had started to drip down your arm. Wordlessly, he watches you, wrapping his arms around you as he rolls you both over onto your sides. You shuffle in close, leaning into his touch as he combs his fingers through your hair and licks his lips.

“I love you too,” you finally reply, lips moving against his collarbones. Seokjin smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Welcome home, _____.”

#kim seokjin #jin #bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #vampire!au #cdb2016 #r #anon #this is DEFINITELY too long to be considered a drabble

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Knights of the Night (ch 17)

Chapter 17

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15, ch 16, ch 17

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 3,171

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France, human trafficking

(I am sorry this is late in the day. Enjoy🙂)

(also, give this a listen: “To my Hope” (Spotify))

The dance studio was empty, as expected this time of day. Hoseok stepped inside and set his boombox down at the back of the room. The cassette tape he pulled out of his coat pocket had a strip of tape on the front, the words “To my Hope” written on it in marker. In his other pocket was a cassette with “To my Sunshine” written on it, which he zipped closed. Hoseok smiled and loaded the tape into the deck, pressing play before standing up. “Friday I’m In Love” by The Cure filled the studio. He warmed up in front of the mirror, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his neck. He quickly stretched his legs and ankles, then started dancing. He let the music move him, popping and gliding across the floor. “P.Y.T.” by Michael Jackson came on next.

This one was much more suited to Hoseok’s style. He smiled as his freestyle adjusted to the more upbeat funk. She was supposed to get out of class any minute, but there was no harm in warming up before she arrived.

Hoseok tried to jump into a flip he saw once in a music video, but rolled out of it. He tried again. He knew he could do it. With his next jump, he nailed the flip, landing with a giddy cheer.

“Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe came on next. Hoseok nailed the flip a few more times, letting his experimental dance flow into “Let the Beat Hit ‘Em” by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam.

The studio door opened and Hoseok stopped dancing. With a glance at the door, he let a smile take over his face. She was wearing a short floral dress, a black choker, and his oversized flannel shirt. Her strawberry blonde locks looked windswept and tangled. She smiled back at him when she heard what was playing.

“You’re late,” said Hoseok.

“Class let out late,” she said. “I see you found your gift.”

Hoseok smiled even wider, his cheeks hurting. “Yeah, and what a coincidence, because I just so happen to have something for you too.”

He pulled the other tape out of his pocket and handed it to her. She bit her lip as she looked down at it.

“I’m listening to it before I go to bed tonight,” she said.

“And you’ll call me after?” he asked.

“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Because tomorrow is Friday, and I know you don’t work, and I don’t work, so I was thinking I could just show what I think of it then.”

Hoseok pulled her close by the waist and said, “I can’t wait.”

“Well, are we gonna dance or what?” she asked.

“Doo Wap” by Ms. Lauryn Hill was playing now, so they mostly just jammed to the beat. This was how he met Sunny. They were both regulars in the empty studio, loving the space for freestyle sessions. This thing they had going on only just started over the summer.

They danced and showed off new moves for another hour until they were sweaty and tired. They laid side by side on the floor, listening to “Waterfalls” by TLC. The song ended with a click, and the studio was only filled with the sound of their heavy breathing.

“I know a lot of those songs aren’t the best to dance to but-“ Sunny began.

“No, it’s perfect,” Hoseok said. “I love everything on here.”

She smiled and stood up. Hoseok took the hand that was offered to him and stood up as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“I heard you made her a mixtape and everything,” Drew said. Hoseok took a seat at their picnic table and opened his notebook. It was still sunny and warm in L.A., despite being well into autumn.

“Well, she made one for me first,” he said.

“Dude, she’s totally into you,” Drew said, leaning forward. “When are you gonna ask her be your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think…I mean,” Hoseok struggled.

“Oh, come on,” said Drew.

“I just don’t want to rush things,” said Hoseok.

“I don’t understand what you- oh hey Sunny!” Drew said, waving to someone behind Hoseok.

Hoseok turned around to see Sunny approaching, three McDonalds bags in her hands. Hoseok’s stomach growled at the sight. He hadn’t eaten for a day or so and it was really getting to him. She dropped herself into the seat next to Hoseok and set the bags onto the table.

“I brought sustenance,” she said.

“Oh! Thank you, Sunny!” Hoseok exclaimed as they all dug in. “You’re the best.”

“Yes, you’re the best Sunny!” Drew said. “You’re just sooo amazing and so sexy!”

She kicked him under the table, making him yelp. Hoseok almost fell off the seat laughing.

“So, I was thinking we could all go out tonight,” Sunny said with a mouthful of fries.

“Go out as in…” Drew said.

“There’s a new club downtown,” she said. “What do you say boys?”

“Yes! I miss going out to dance!” said Hoseok. “I’ve been needing a break.”

“A club is a break?” Drew asked.

“Yes, Andrew,” Sunny snarked. “It’s fun to let loose once in a while.”

“You damn extroverts,” Drew said with a wave of a hand. “But yeah, I’ll go.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The music was so loud that Hoseok could feel the beat in his chest; just how he liked it. Drew had settled at the bar, unmoving. After a few shots, Hoseok followed Sunny to the dance floor, which was packed with the bouncing crowd. They pushed their way into the mix, pressing close and letting the music move them. Sunny was in a short tube top under his flannel, her pants hanging low on her hips. She knew she looked good, she moved like she knew. Hoseok looked good too, he was wearing his leather pants tonight, which he knew Sunny was a fan of. She turned around and pressed her back to him, he put his hands on her hips and swayed with her.

They danced until they were sweaty, then joined Drew at the bar to drink some more.

“I wanna go home!” Drew shouted over the music.

“We just got here!” Hoseok said.

“Come dance with us!” Sunny said. Drew shook his head and held up his drink with a grin on his face.

Hoseok felt a hand on his back. He turned around to see a beautiful woman with big hair and dark skin. Her full lips pulled into a smile as she sidled closer.

“Dance with me?” she asked.

Sunny nudged him and grinned. He let the woman lead him out onto the dance floor. Once they were closer and under the flashing lights of the dance floor, Hoseok noticed that her eyes were red. “Contacts?” he asked. She nodded. “That’s so cool!”

“Come with me!” she said, pulling on his hand. She led him off the dancefloor and into a backroom through a bead curtain. It was a little lounge, a pink sectional couch around the walls and matching chairs. A man and two women sat on the couch, greeting the pair as they came in.

“Have a seat,” the man said, an easygoing smile on his face. He and the two women sitting with him continued their conversation.

Hoseok sat down and the woman he danced with took a seat beside him. She grabbed his face and planted a deep kiss onto his lips. He made a sound of surprise and pushed her off.

“I’m not…I’m really not looking for anyone tonight,” he said.

“Oooh that cute girl out there?” she asked. “The one you were dancing with before?”

Hoseok’s drunk brain caught up with him and he wondered if she was watching him for a while. He nodded.

“Do you guys come here often?” she asked.

“Isn’t this place new?” he asked.

“New management,” she said. “Same place though. I’d like to see you again.”

“I should probably get back to my friends,” he said.

“Sure. I’ll see you around,” she said, watching him leave the lounge.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hoseok walked back to the dorms from work, headphones on, mixtape in his Walkman. “Come on Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners filled his head as he danced across the sidewalk. He actually got tipped today so he stopped by the little bodega just outside campus to pick up a few cups of ramen. By the time he made it back to his dorm, “Loser” by Beck was just finishing its last notes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On Monday, after classes, Hoseok went to the studio. Summer was already there.

“Hobi! Check it out,” she said. She turned the music up on the boombox and performed the flip he had taught her last week, perfectly.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, giving her an applause. “That was perfect! Were you working on that before I got here?”

“Yeah, I just got it like, a few minutes before you came in,” she said.

Hoseok took off his coat and joined her on the dancefloor. He felt exhausted two songs in, which was bad. He knew it was because he wasn’t eating enough.

He pushed through it anyway until he felt lightheaded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The club was just as packed as it was last time. Sunny pulled him onto the dancefloor. The crowd pushed them together as they swayed to the beat. Drew wasn’t there with them this time. A few drinks in and they were back on the dance floor. Sunny pulled him down for a kiss and Hoseok’s heart beat louder than the music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You’re way too skinny,” said Sunny. She was in his dorm, hands up his shirt as he was trying to do his homework.

“Well, you’re too handsy,” he said. The words on the page he was reading were blurring together. He didn’t feel good today and all of his concentration was being stolen.

“Oh please,” she said. “You love it.”

“Well, yes. Usually,” he said. “But I’m trying to do my homework.”

“What are you working on?” she asked, peeking over his shoulder.

“English,” he said.

“Ew,” she said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The lounge at the back of the bar was stifling. Usually, the loud music and dancing was calming, but today, Hoseok felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. Everything was too much. The woman from last time, Jamie as he learned, was sitting across from him.

“So, if what you’re saying is true, why are you here?” she said.

Hoseok bit back a grimace as he let out a sigh. “I…I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” she said. “That must have been painful.”

He didn’t say anything. The image wouldn’t stop popping up in his mind. He had never even seen that guy before. How long was Sunny seeing him? Hoseok thought…

Well, he’s not sure what he thought. He’s not sure if this year with her meant anything. He’s not sure if anything she did with him over this year meant anything. If anything she’s said meant anything. If he meant anything to her.

What was he doing here? He supposed he wanted to let off some steam but he ended up just spending all his money at the bar. Looks like he won’t be eating until his next paycheck. Again. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t be able to dance like this.

“Do you want me to buy you a drink?” Jamie asked.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “I should probably stop drinking anyway.”

“I’ll get you a water then,” she said.

~~~~~~~~~~

His head felt like was going to split open and his stomach felt like it was eating itself. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even open his eyes. The ground was cold and hard, but he couldn’t remember where he was the night before.

Eventually, he could move his arms, but if he moved them too much, a wave of nausea washed over him. Panic hit him when he opened his eyes. The room was cement. It was dark but Hoseok could hear water dripping somewhere behind him.

It took him a long time before he was able to move properly and sit up. There was a mat on the floor beside him and a bucket beside that. He lunged for the bucket just in time. Barely anything came out though, he ended up dry heaving for several minutes.

Hoseok felt weak, his limbs were heavy and shaking, but he forced himself to drag his body to the wall where he sat with the bucket between his legs. There were pipes running along one wall, one of them dripping into a small puddle below. Next to the pipes was a heavy looking metal door. Besides that, the room was bare.

He tried to control his breathing before he passed out again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You need to eat,” the woman said to him. She was pretty, with blonde hair and red lips, but her eyes were red and mean.

“I can’t,” said Hoseok.

“You need to,” she said. “We will force feed you if we have to, but I really don’t want to. You don’t want me to either.”

“I think I’m sick,” he said.

“Then we’ll get you medicine. You need to eat. You’re too underweight.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Just hook him up,” the large man said. “We’ll take a little bit at a time for now-“

“It’ll kill him,” the blonde woman said.

It’s been days. Hoseok didn’t know what they were talking about, but he was too weak to protest anything.

“Why isn’t he eating?” the man asked.

“I think he had a bad reaction to the drugs,” the woman said. The man sighed.

“Fine, at least get him to eat something for now, we can wait for the drugs to get out of his system,” he said.

They both left again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hoseok supposed he was finally at a healthy weight, since he was now hooked up to the IV a few times a week. Or at least it felt like that. Hoseok wasn’t sure what day it was, or what time it was in any given moment. He did know that every time they took his blood, he felt weaker and it took longer to recover.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a while, all thoughts of escape flew out the nonexistent window. He was just too tired. All the time. Some days, he could barely move. Those days became more and more frequent.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes, people would come in and drink from his blood bags. Sometimes they would discuss prices. Hoseok didn’t like when they talked about prices, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.

Everyone who came in always had red eyes. He wasn’t sure if that was a figment of his imagination or not, but it was terrifying.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Then one day, he got out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Someone fucking catch him already!”

The screaming outside his door made him open his eyes. There seemed to be a lot going on out there; loud crashes and bangs, lots of screaming. His door flew open and a man with crazed, bright red eyes stumbled in. He scurried over to Hoseok and frantically bit into his neck. Hoseok used what little energy he had to try to push the man off, but it was no use. He couldn’t feel his body anymore.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“If he finds out about this, he’s going to be pissed.”

“Well, he won’t find out. We’ll replace them.”

“Five? We’ll replace five people in two weeks?”

“We have to. He’ll kill us if we don’t.”

Hoseok’s body was on fire. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in the bed of a moving van, four other bodies laying around him. Some were twitching, some were writhing, one wasn’t moving at all. Hoseok couldn’t move. The pain was too much. It felt like his veins were on fire and his face was being stretched.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When he woke up again, he was still in pain but no longer in the van. He was in the woods, the four other people from the van lying around him. It took a while, but they all eventually regained their movement around the same time.

Two of them ran off immediately. The third wandered off in a daze hours later. Hoseok stayed, wondering what the pain was in the back of his throat and in his stomach. He wanted to run and find help, now that he was out, but he didn’t know where he was, how deep in the woods he was. It was cold, colder than it usually got in L.A.. There was even some snow on the ground.

He was still disoriented. One person was still there with him. She was crying.

Once the nausea passed and his head stopped spinning, the thirst doubled and his hands started shaking. He was getting frantic, but he didn’t know how to stop it.

Standing up, he took a look around and picked a direction.

“Wait, where are you going?” the crying woman asked.

“I don’t know,” Hoseok said. His voice was rough, foreign to his ears.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He wandered for what felt like forever.

The little town he ended up in only made things worse. Everyone smelled way too good. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what it was he was craving, and it was getting harder and harder to resist. There were people everywhere, even in the alleys Hoseok mostly clung to.

He needed to drink soon. He was getting sicker and sicker and it was getting harder and harder to control himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first person he drank from, he ended up killing. She was homeless, living in the same alley he stayed in.

He was sick about it for weeks, but there wasn’t anything to throw up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Hoseok found the hospital, he thought himself a genius. That is, until he had to actually sneak in. There were always people walking around. The hospital never slept, but between two to four am, it was as quiet as it could be.

Sneaking in was difficult, but it wasn’t something he would have been able to do before. He was stronger and faster than he remembered, and more graceful as a result. Some days, when he wasn’t having constant flashbacks of his cement cell, he felt like he was in a spy movie.

Taking blood from a blood bank was not ideal, but it was saintly compared to hurting people on the street.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He missed his mom and sister.

He missed school.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A janitor caught him and called the police. He ran away before the police showed up but he was still hungry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Taehyung found him behind the hospital in the next town over, Hoseok thought he was an angel. He was so unearthly beautiful, so kind and gentle. His red eyes were startling, but he offered a place to stay, and a reliable food source of food.

During the car ride to the mansion, Taehyung turned the radio on. “Waterfalls” by TLC was playing.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3nm0tRz73YzcTPl8plRsbS?si=37672afb915348b8

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