#listen. I know all of this because here we constantly use supernatural elements to talk about stuff we're not allowed to talk about.

[sovamurka]

Doomsday // Конец Света (2022)

Varvara 'Varya' Bazhenova & Azazello 'Azik' Mitrohin

- Why didn't you tell me about all of this?

- Because you fell for a demon. For the beautiful and magnificent one!

- Are you dumb? I fell for someone who talked to me when nobody else gave a shit and who looked at me differently!

- And you don't care for who I am?

- And you left me because of this?

- I didn't. I just... panicked. I felt awful, scared, anxious and...

- It's completely normal. You're human now, remember?

[shirtlesssammy]

Anger and Love

I can tell you this. I still hurt over the ending of this show and the reasons roll into each other, like tangled yarn tossed in a bin. (In this metaphor, I am the bin.) 

Castiel

The BURY YOUR GAYS trope. My GOD when will this show learn. (The answer is never. Never, because it’s over.) In 15x18 Cas confesses his love and then dies. Guess who else dies in this episode? Charlie and Stevie! The writers said, “Who will hurt the most to lose? Ah, yes. Charlie in the new and terrified bloom of love.” We can ASSUME that Charlie and Stevie come back, but we don’t get to see it or hear about it. And we get the barest throwaway line that Cas comes back in 15x20, but not seeing him physically return after over a decade on the show feels like a blow that just won’t stop. 

More EMOTIONS below the cut.

On Thursday, I said to Boris that it would have been better if we’d never been tossed that crumb about Cas’s love. Why give us this FEAST and then take it away like Chuck poofing away a dog? Many people have pointed to network cowardice, and that’s certainly a possibility. Some people have put forth the theory that exposing Cas’s love for Dean was simply a season-ending ratings move. Either of those could be true, or some mix of them. Listen, I can spin myself around that stupid knot for days and we’ll probably never get the whole story. Instead, I have to look at the core of what Castiel coming out means for me. And the truth of it is, it means A LOT. It means I love him a whole lot more. Cas is mine, he’s ours, he’s one of us. And I’m angry as hell at how it went down, but I’m still glad we got Cas’s side of the story. I have a pride pin on the lapel of my Cas trench, and it’s never felt more perfect.

So I’m angry, but I’m also incredibly glad. Ugh. Knots.

Boris: We’ll never know what actually went down during the production of this season and the hiatus changes or the show’s narrative arc, but I have to believe that Robert Berens was given some kind of go ahead and planned for a lovely and beautiful ending for Dean and Cas. That his story was taken from him at the end (much like Wayward’s eventual ending), is so unfair. Because Cas’s story wasn’t completed. Dean and Cas’s story will forever float out there for us to ponder. Like Natasha, I will cling to Cas’s confession and see it as a beautiful coming out moment for a character I love very much. I’ll be forever despondent that we didn’t see Dean’s story play out on our televisions.

Dean

I didn’t come out as bi to more than three people until my late 30’s. It was something I was first in denial about, and then it just seemed “not relevant” for a large swath of my life (married for 18 years now). Talking about that with my family and friends surprised me - how relieved I felt. How free. As I was working through this, I was also slipping into Supernatural fandom, and watching a show where Dean COULD BE bi. Reader, I projected myself right onto Dean Bean. Maybe he was like me. Clueless, then in denial, then thinking that part of himself irrelevant. So giving us Cas without Dean, given the scenes we watch on the show, feels like a personal affront. I know I’m projecting here, so I’ll acknowledge those feelings and move on to the next…

I am also PISSED about Dean’s story. All his life he’s been “daddy’s blunt instrument” and ready to die bloody on a hunt. It’s spoken about so often that we think surely - at the end - we’ll subvert that. SURELY he’ll survive. The last couple of seasons, he’s fighting for control - freedom from Michael, freedom from Chuck. He finally achieves that freedom and then loses everything anyway. There are no rewards on Earth. He died solving one last case from John’s journal. Daddy’s little soldier to the end. It’s disgusting to me to take this beautiful, complex character who is textually SO FULL OF LOVE and then take a pass on imagining what he might do with a real life on earth. It’s lazy writing, used for a cheap, fast, emotional reaction. The more I unpack Dean’s fate against the rest of the series, the angrier I get.

Boris: I think so many of us confused and discovering things about ourselves later in life see Dean as a character that matters. His story, had it been told fully, would have mattered. I don’t buy his death or his peaceful afterlife. It’s still too raw to process because he deserves happiness in life!

Billie

“I know Supernatural has a history of killing off characters of color,” I told people, “but Billie’s a main character now!” W O W 15x18 is the kick that keeps on kicking. I did actually enjoy Billie’s arc quite a bit, but losing her still makes me angry, in the broader context of the show.

Women

“Supernatural isn’t great with women,” I said. “But we have Mary now! And Billie!” Please picture me as Olaf when I say. “Mary DIES. Billie DIES. Only sad men remain.” Sure, we get some throwaway lines. We know Donna’s alive in 15x20 because of the call to Dean’s phone. Actually, scratch that, we know someone talked to Donna…because this show didn’t want to address that literally no other hunter knew about or mourned Dean’s death so they had a random stranger call Dean’s “Other other phone” for help. Great. Now I’m mad about Dean again.

We can probably blame some of how the final episode shakes out on COVID. Presumably, the final scene in Heaven would have been a party with Mary, the roadhouse crew, original Charlie, maybe Eileen? Kevin? etc etc. Instead, it’s an empty, lonely end on screen.

Which brings me to Eileen. Sam’s romance was laid out carefully throughout season 15, so what the fuck happened here? We assumed we’d at least get some confirmation that Sam ends up with the woman he brought back from the dead and then dated as recently as a couple episodes ago. Instead, there is literally NOTHING. No attempt is made to say that Eileen’s the one Sam ends up with other than his son having dark hair. There are no family portraits. No sign language to the faceless mother by the house. (Standing in a floral dress, like a good housewife.) Is she dead? Did Sam end up with someone else? Even without dialogue, there are ways to show Eileen’s presence that weren’t used. I’m so angry that she was an element of the season and then…hand waved away as irrelevant. The faceless wife MY GOD, SHOW.

Boris: Yikes, I cynically see the reason to not include Cas in the end because homophobiaTM but to not even give us Eileen and Sam? Clearly, they wanted to erase every person that mattered to the brothers from the end. Ugly.

Heaven

The funny thing is that I’m constantly trying to write a “happy eternity in a now-free Heaven” in my own fan fiction. If anyone should like 15x20 it should be me! I’m always trying to argue that it isn’t major character death, because their souls are infinite and now free, blah blah blah. So ultimately, my problem isn’t with peace in Heaven. It’s with Dean’s EARLY DEATH, and how empty Heaven feels. How desolate and devoid of life. Dean leaves the Roadhouse and drives alone until finally Sam dies and joins him. It reads like the ultimate fuck you to the “family don’t end in blood” storyline. If COVID filming got in the way of filling Heaven with life, then we have all suffered a great loss. It should feel ecstatic and full of community. Instead, it just feels wide and lonely.

Ultimately, boiling the season finale into an intimate portrait of brothers should work on paper. It SHOULD, but the show leaves so much unsaid and unshown about the community and family they’ve built along the way, and tells us to be happy with the scraps we’ve gotten instead. It tells us they were never that important, in the end. 

The Future

I’m still going to watch the show. I’m still going to enjoy the show and the characters. There are reasons I have watched all along, and they don’t have anything to do with needing the show wrapped up in a neat bow. I’m angry with Supernatural’s conclusion, because I love it. And I’m okay with that.

Boris: I love this show so much, and I know I’ll continue to love it. I need time to lick my wounds and forget about this episode. This show is about the characters and the journey and that’ll never end.

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Whew, okay, uh, ya star child, Mori, here whipped out a fucking long ass essay just regarding to the things I realized while writing Zero and how much Zero means to me, especially on the personal level. Some heavy areas are to be touched as warned ahead in the sixth paragraph, but I promise I’m okay! I simply have a lot of thoughts and emotions whirling around in me that I need to place somewhere! But to summarize: Thank you all so, so, so much for loving Zero Orez, my one and only bestest foolish glitch child, and for giving me the safe and gentle space where I can be at my most joy and comfort having him here. <3

So the concept of Zero was created this month on April’s Fool, which is the second most ironic thing to happen with him ( the first is honestly  the fact that within the same month, Zero have interacted with five muses who share the same faceclaim as him, like lmfao poor Zero, he’s just not having it --- shoutout to Mercy ( maskeraide ), River ( wxrldkiller ), Oli ( teletropic ), Vi ( heartbetween ), and Grace ( evermxre ) for having me so delighted and entertained by this concept, it makes my experiences writing with Zero so much more fun ). I created him for this episodic novel series Let There Be with Noble and Grim, the angel and demon respectively, who are private investigators. I had the concept of how there would be eldritch monsters trying to take over Earth by using the elements of the horror genre, which created mundane appearing but still supernatural linked cases that Noble and Grim had to solve when no other ordinary humans could, and the monsters were linked to their respective tarot card. Zero was considered to be the Fool.

I was excited to make Zero be a side character of the novel, the foolish and childish character who would constantly help and betray both sides of the series, one side being Noble and Grim, and another the Arcane. But I didn’t know what more to expect from him. I was reading the tag within the post I made in Noble’s and Grim’s blog that was the NPC introduction of Zero. It’s so funny that I said I didn’t know if I’d end up writing him on here because I thought Noble and Grim, my impossible lights, would end up taking all of the muse from him. BUT IN THE END... They were the ones who I set up the indefinite hiatus note few days ago while Zero’s still thriving, and I find that so bizarre because I thought Noble and Grim were the ONES who I’d always have the muse for. You know how you’d have that thing where you’d expect something to happen with your muse, but they would do the exact opposite as you least expected? Zero’s like that ALWAYS, but the fact he pulled the UNO reverse card on my impossible lights? Truly wild and now here I am, writing him for almost a month!

And... creating him, writing him is the BEST choice I had ever made in my entire life. Yes, Noble and Grim had helped me a lot, especially I do face a lot of struggles when it comes to the matters of hope and despair, what Noble and Grim embody of respectively but Zero eventually become so many things to me. The vent character, the comfort character, the character who I can channel my childish and curious energy into when I was rarely given the chance to let them out in the real world when I was younger, the character who is a learner but as slow and easily frustrated as me and a lover of life like me despite everything / anything. I realize also that I have so much fun and easier times writing him than I had with Noble and Grim, I won’t lie about this. Noble’s and Grim’s aesthetic and energy seem to attract more of an urge to write a bit more purple prosey with a hint of seriousness to it, and... it was so time and energy consuming to write them with these expectations I had on myself. And for some reason, I sometimes had trouble plotting with them, maybe because, again, I felt like they had to be these serious characters having to be put in serious situations. Few of the things I love about Zero is he have bare limits to his character as he can be anything and anyone I want him to be. He has about everything that I can use to develop and have fun with. I love how ultimately, Zero is ever unbound to labels and he is ever changing.

I’m just amazed realizing how many writings and developments I have done with Zero within a month than I had with those two, but that’s because with Zero? He is truly... all over the place. He is so messy, chaotic, flawed, but also, he is loud and open and FREE. Having to get into his energy makes me feel my most self where I can be too loud and loving, and not care too much about how I write and format my posts, unlike with Noble and Grim. He makes me so so SO happy and comfortable, and there is a lot of times I’d think about him and sometimes with my friends’ muses, and it’s a lot more than I had thought of Noble and Grim. The love I have for Zero is endless and beyond, always. He reminds me that original characters are so fucking important when they can be anything and anyone you want them to be, and as long as it’s nothing of harm to others and yourself, whoever and whatever they are, they are more than good enough when they provide you so much joy and comfort.

[ trigger warning: mentions of ( child ) abuse and traumas ] Zero have... about about everything I’ve ever loved in general from my interests to tropes ( adorkable, the fool, fourth wall breaking, etcetera ) to my love of aesthetics ( such as glitchcore / cybercore / kidcore / weirdcore ), and so many more. As well as he have learning disability, hypersexuality, tendency to be so distracted and forgettable like me. Along with he does these things that I do as stimming like he’d just rock or always love to touch blankets that have very soft materials. As well as he have experienced so many traumas that resulted him having so much trouble remembering and wanting to be childish as hating to be responsible, which is what I have. I don’t remember anything of my childhood or honestly, majority of my life but traumas. I don’t remember much of what I did yesterday. I don’t even remember if I had breakfast yesterday or what I ate if I did because I had been through so much mainly involving abuse from my own mother, still do unfortunately as I live with her, that makes my brain shut down, which also makes me have so much trouble being in deep thoughts when my brain is just. Numb. When I’m going to be more real here, despite how I appear online here, I do have trouble experiencing and expressing much emotions because, again, of the traumas I have dealt with for so long.

From all of these things I had gone through in life, I have dealt a lot with these concepts of who I am, what I am, like Zero does, and having him, I eventually realize how extremely important he is to me, so much more than any characters I ever created. He is my biggest coping mechanism and my gentlest reminder that it’s never too late to be... free. Just enjoy everything that I’m so fortunate to get from life. Draw clumsily, listen to music loudly, love too much and just let my heart be louder than the thunderstorms and crashing sea waves combined. Just be free and happy, despite everything, anything. I said before with Noble and Grim that I hadn’t been this happy before writing them, but I was so wrong. With Zero, I am so much more happier than I could ever be, and there are so many people on here who I am beyond lucky and grateful to be friends with who let me have him with no judgement like over how ridiculously overpowered he is or how much I self projected myself into him. And all of the connections Zero made on here so far are very touching and wonderful. I didn’t know what to really expect when I decided to give Zero his own blog, but having him for a month, this decision brought me so many beautiful things that I will always cherish.

I also wanna give a quick shoutout to River for. Fuck, everything. They’re truly the biggest reason why I decided to keep writing Zero and even make me love him more. They had made me talk about so many things with Zero I probably would’ve never thought, or wouldn’t have thought about so soon. I always extremely enjoy everything River and I would go over about together, and... literally, River, if you see this, know that you’re truly a wonder to have. I am so beyond thankful to have you as, honestly, already my close friend. Thank you so much for giving me that extra push to keep Zero and one of the most meaningful reasons why Zero still exist today, and for being just an amazing friend.

Just thank you all so much, to those we had known each other from the other blog and those we just became mutuals, for giving me and Zero a chance to be a bit more free and happier at least when our life won’t let us have that so often. Just thank you, thank you, thank you.

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haha ^^


To all the curious ladies and gents out here, you may call me Imp.

Short, sweet and straight to the point. ;)


I am a lady in her twenties, with a strong penchant for roleplaying, writing, and drawing. The Holy Trinity if you will. I am a huge nerd and aesthetic lover boy - plain and simple. One of my main passions being video-games, illustrations, comics, live-action films, series and anime/cartoon shows, elements that shaped me during my years of growing up.



It’s been a while since I’ve posted my first ever ad on any website, and I was very much positively surprised by the amazing people that have reached out to me.

And since I am a greedy little mf, I wanted to fish for more partners. I’ve been roleplaying for a few years now and gradually gathered a good amount of experience throughout the years, but it’s always fun to meet and learn something new.




Name: Imp



Age: 27 years



Experience: 11 years



Preferences: 1:1 Roleplaying



Partner: Should be at least [18+], but I rather much prefer my counterpart to be 21 years or older 



EMAIL: impish.and.angelic@gmail.com

I am a very creative sort of individual with hundreds of ideas constantly occupying my little impish head. And I am very spontaneous too, so I can always adjust to a new setting, depending on how good and compelling the concept is.

Inspirations come from various sources and origins, be it a fandom (an already existing universe) or an original storyline. Please read through these paragraphs carefully before you decide to contact me! It’s important to avoid any misunderstanding later! And I would less likely respond to a message with the title ‘Hey, wanna rp?’, since I hadn’t had any good experiences with these said messages.  Thank you. 


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Communication: It’s certainly chill. You can talk to me about whatever occupies your mind since I am very open and always happy to listen to others. I also tend to be chatty, sharing a meme or a joke every now and to loosen up the mood. If you consider choosing me as your roleplaying partner, be sure to maintain a certain consistency. I have nothing against going on a longer break or even a hiatus, but the whole `ghosting stick´ is something I have no patience for. So if you’re unsure of upholding a stable, long term partnership, feel free to skim past this ad. 

 Plotting: Also very important to note! I am fairly quick when it comes to building new characters, concepts, premises, storylines, backstories, etc… This means there is certain flexibility available which allows me to adjust. Even though it is a hobby, I am still extremely passionate about good storytelling and interesting character arcs. I hope to meet someone who is just as enthusiastic and willing to put in the same amount of effort as I am. If it’s only me who’s pulling all the weight, I will lose interest fast, just to get it out there. Aside from that, I love going a little crazy with the possibilities and push things to their absolute limits. Of course within the boundaries of the given setting.

 Pairing & Romance: Okay, right off the bat, I am a hopeless romantic through and through. I enjoy good and strong chemistry between characters just as much as the next, and this will be no exception. I prefer the good ol’ MxF pairing because I have more experience with this. But I also like playing a FxF dynamic or MxM. Everyone is welcome! When it comes to pairing itself, I want to make sure our creations are compatible, for I hate forcing characters into a romantic relationship for the sake of progression. A natural flow is what I am aiming for. ;)

 Mature? Yes, very much so:  Adult and taboo topics are absolute. There’s no way around it because, in my stories, it is a running theme. The adult world is not easy to handle, but it’s definitely interesting to explore. That includes violence, cursing, shocking content, and all that dark stuff. My limits are few, safe for a couple of minor pet peeves that I have, I am pretty much open to some experimentation. When it comes to action-heavy scenes (be it an intimate situation between two characters or something on a cataclysmic scale), I won’t fade to black since I am not a huge fan of censoring. However, I will not force or push my partner into something they are not comfortable with. If you want to know the extent to how far I am willing to go, what sort of content or how detailed my writing will be, you can ask me directly. As for smut or lemons, whatever you call it, it will never be the focus of any of my roleplays, but I enjoy a good erotic scene with a lot of tension (if they are good). 

 Boundaries: Not a big fan of things like pedophilia, necrophilia, scat, bestiality, or those dreaded ‘futas’.

Inspirations and interests: There’s a pretty broad spectrum of what I deem interesting and inspirational. From fallen angels and demon/monster hunters, mages, criminal masterminds, cybernetically enhanced characters to futuristic dystopian settings, ancient kingdoms who have fallen against the test of time. All of it causes my heart to skip a beat. For original content, I’ll just give a brief list of bullet points of the general themes that fall in line with my current interests. 

Writing: My texts are lengthy, detailed, and elaborate. Third-person is usually my preferred way of playing my character unless there’s a special case where an exception can be made. Word count usually fluctuates, though I have a standard form of 400-500+ words per response. It also highly depends on the given situation. I don’t want to set anything in stone… just to give you a basic idea of what you’re in for. I also expect my partner to have an at least adequate, if not decent grasp on basic grammar and punctuation. 

 Doubling: Yes, absolutely! If you are prone to doubling, chances are I might accept you as my partner straight away! Although I have nothing against the simple form of roleplaying, doubling is something I’ve done since my first time joining. 

 Characters: Very character-driven with the main focus being on interaction. I take my time writing characters and love nothing more than well-structured sheets that illustrate the vision of their creator. (But!) There’s no need to write 10-20 pages worth of character information, but I wouldn’t want to limit you either. As for the depiction of the given character, I won’t be as presumptuous as to tell you what sort of medium you can and cannot use. Face claims such as photos of real models, illustrations, 3D models, drawings or descriptions are all okay. As long as it gets its point across, I am happy.

 Aversions: A few minor things that irritate me, or let’s say, aren’t really my style are one-liners, low effort responses and out of character behaviors in canon characters. We all have different takes on characters, which is totally fine by me since I basically do the same. Though if the character acts and behaves unlike their personality dictates, it will break the immersion. I hope to stay true to my own words when saying this. If it happens on my side, just let me know! Another pet peeve of mine is that one plot that has been done time and time again…. and I’ve grown quite jaded towards it, which is ‘supernaturals trying to fit into human society’ thing… I mean, I’m not opposed to borrowing from this idea, but for me, it grew old pretty fast. Speaking from experience.

 Passione: My wish is to find a partner whom I can have a good time with and develop some chemistry. After all it is a fun hobby. We both should have fun with what we’re writing. Brainstorming among other things is one of my favorite things to do. To see how things unfold and how the characters react to the given situation is the highlight of any story.

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FANDOM:



I love roleplaying fandoms just as much as I have a blast with building something original universes. Worldbuilding is my preferred cup of tea… but if we opt for something more fandom inspired, I highly welcome in on expanding on the given universe and add some original lore too!

Hellsing: Haven’t done that one before and I am curious as to how things play out, especially in such a dark and mystifying universe like Hellsing. There’s a lot of subject matter that we can delve into, plus I am a big fan of powerful vampire characters!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: I would love you for this. No, seriously, I would. This fandom has sucked me into a downward spiral and there’s no possible chance of escaping this inescapable void. The absolute insanity of this franchise had me hooked from the second I laid eyes on it and I would be forever ecstatic if you’d message me on behalf of roleplaying Jojo. I have plenty of ideas for this one, just you wait.

Full Metal Alchemist: One of my favorite mangas and animes ever made. Recently I’ve begun rewatching FMA Brotherhood and felt a small hint of nostalgia swelling inside my blackened heart. I’d be open to play it, though it is not one of my top cravings at the moment.

Justice League / Young Justice / Justice League Dark: Huge DC fan, though I much prefer the animations and comics over the live-action cinematic. Let’s just say, I like the expansive and dynamic set of possibilities and deep, well-written cast. For instance Hellblazer Constantine or Raven.  

Bayonetta: Need I say more? Let’s dance boys!

APH Hetalia: That includes the 2P version ;)

The Boys: Well.. the 2nd season came out. And I am simply stoked.



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ORIGINAL: 



Supernatural: From angels to demons, from gods to monsters, I’ve seen it all and I absolutely love it. There can be any sort of creature or being involved, ranging from vampires to sirens to elves, you have it. However, I’ve never done something quite relating to angelic beings and their offspring before. I’ve read up on Nephilim and angels and found it rather fascinating, and it’s a different approach from the usual vampire vs werewolf cliche. 


Crime and intrigue: I never stray too far from the supernatural path, but hell, there’s nothing better than some good old gritty mafia inspired stories with a complex cast of characters and a solid storyline.

Sci-fi and urban fantasy: So this could be basically anything from genetically engineered superhuman (superheroes / - villains) with a dark take on the human psyche, dismantling the idea of heroism and villainy. Or a world where mankind began their interstellar journey to colonize neighboring planets, galaxies before transcending their own humanity by merging themselves with deadly technology. I have a few plans for this…

Historical and mysterious setting: So one of my favorite eras is the Victorian time period, 30s - 40s - 80s, Renaissance or Ancient times during the rise of the Egyptian / Roman / Sumerian Empire. During these times, a dark discovery was made by man, learning that they were not alone in this world. In fact, they weren’t even the supreme race that destined themselves to dominate the world, for another race of humanoids have lied dormant deep beneath the earth, slumbering through the millennia only to be re-awakened by a cataclysmic event. These ancient humanoids are gods among men, superior in every way imaginable, and they have made it their mission to reclaim their right to rule. But their nature is not what most people think it is…

The idea: I have an idea for a plot, in which I can give you if you ask for it. It is however merely a suggestion for what we could write - not a mandatory thing. If you don’t like the idea, we can always figure stuff out and keep on home-brewing till we find something we both can enjoy. There’s no need to immediately end things if the first thing doesn’t really fire you up.



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If you’re still here and haven’t fallen asleep reading through my loooong paragraphs, then I would like to thank you for bearing with me this far. I am looking forward to your messages. 

Have a wonderful day!

[wroughtbetwixtfanfic]

Wheels Set In Motion, Ch 3.

Fandom: The Society.

Summary: As the situation in New Ham takes a dark, mysterious turn, Campbell is faced with a threat he never saw coming. With few allies and the past coming back to haunt him, he is forced to deal with a world that is crumbling fast, and choices with grim consequences.

Rating: Explicit.

Tags: Minor Character Death, Canon Divergence, Mental Health Issues, Addiction Recovery, Unhealthy Relationships, Teen Pregnancy, Past Rape/Non-con, Campbell Isn’t The Dad, Brother Feels, Attempted Murder, Supernatural Elements, Gay Sex, Resolved Sexual Tension, Campbell has mild ASPD and is actively trying to not be awful

Word Count: 7613

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || AO3

The house felt empty.

Campbell went about his life, because he didn't know what else to do. Elle kept to herself, going to work and coming home. Rinse and repeat. It felt like the same fucking song and dance they'd been through before-- come together, pull apart, come together, pull apart, like some sadomasochistic ocean tide. She did her own thing, and Campbell focused on work and Sam and Harry, because it kept Campbell from getting destructive.

Sometimes, they would sit together at mealtimes, or mull about the same part of the house. Someone would crack a joke, or hum one of their favorite songs, and just for a second they would forget. They would smile at each other, and Campbell felt that little flicker of affection, but then Elle's face would fall and she would look away. He still saved the little mini candy bars out of the rations he got, and left them on her nightstand. If he noticed her laundry stacking up, he'd wash them while she was at work and fold them neatly. Campbell knew there was some deeper feeling on the other side of the bomb shelter door that was his heart, but what could he do, besides what he was doing? It would have been easy to be angry, but Campbell didn't have the energy to spend on that, or on pining after Elle like some lovesick child. It hurt, fuck it hurt, but in the end there wasn't anything he could do to convince her. Even if there was, he didn't want to. She needed to decide for herself what she believed, and where she wanted to be. It was like seeing a houseplant dying. He could try and water it. He could give it sunlight, and talk sweetly to it. But at the end of the day, if the roots were rotted out, he couldn't save it. All he could do was mourn the loss. Harry, on the other hand, was still there. Harry needed him. Campbell was mopping a hallway when he heard a commotion from the next room, where Harry was working. The two week break had ended. Harry was back to work. He was making an effort, but Campbell could tell that he was still run down. Tired. And, well, they all were tired. But Harry was the kind of tired that a good night of sleep couldn't fix. Campbell saw that look in a few people's eyes. No one talked about it, but it was there. It was there a lot more often, lately. A few people were less than sympathetic. "That's against the rules," a redhead was snapping at Harry. "No shift-shirking. I'll tell the guard." Harry was standing there, head bowed as he curled in on himself. "And you wonder why no one liked you in school." "I know that you used to strut around like you owned the place, but what exactly makes you think you're so special now?" "Nothing." The redhead, someone Campbell knew from a few classes over the years, stomped out of the room and past Campbell. Gretchen. Not usually a cruel person, but he made a note in his head to let Allie know about Gretchen's tendency to text her girlfriend when she was supposed to be working. Just in case. Harry managed to slink his way out into the hall, once no one was looking. "I've only been working three days," he mumbled. Campbell could see that Harry's hands had little cracks in the skin. "I never knew I was this weak." "You're not weak. It's just cold, and your skin is dry. C'mon. Follow me." They ended up at a little room where Campbell had stashed some health care supplies. Band aids, ointment, alcohol wipes. Harry watched as Campbell took his hand and gently cleaned up the abrasions. "That's not what I meant. It's.... I want to work. I do. But I wake up, and I feel so heavy. Every move takes so much effort. It hurts." Campbell slowly massaged Neosporin into the cracks, frowning, and then wrapped the wounds in a loose bandage. "Yeah, buddy. Depression is like that. It sucks." "I used to see kids online or in movies and I'd think, wow, just pull yourself together. But how? How do you do it when all you want to do is sleep?" "Get help, usually." "You're the only help I have." "That's frightening." Harry rested his other hand on top of Campbell's own. He sounded angry when he spoke, but his gaze was soft. "It's not frightening to me," he said. "I want you to know that. I don't care what other people say." His hands were warm. Campbell stared down at them, counting off the days in his head since he'd last felt meaningful touch. Eighteen days. Not long, really, but he'd gone most of his life without it and he'd just started to think that maybe it was something good. Something he needed, after all. To be without it again made him more uncomfortable than he thought it would. Still. He didn't want to, he couldn't, give up on Elle yet. "You say that now, but wait until you end up with a foot sewn onto your hand or something." Before Harry could reply, Campbell pulled away and went back to work. The next day was Sunday, and Sunday was-- officially, by Allie's rules-- mandatory community meeting day. Campbell tried to act like he was paying attention, but Helena was going on and on about improv classes, football, and family shit. Blah. Allie came up on stage and that was slightly more interesting. Thanksgiving on Thursday the 22nd, bring recipes to Will for ingredients if people wanted to cook something to bring to the community dinner. "Next," Allie announced, "we have an update from the Committee on Resources." A voice rose up from the audience. Lexie. "What about the Committee on Going Home?" "Gordie and Bean promised me a report by Thursday." "Are we going home?" "Not before Thursday." Campbell could see Lexie's face from his position in the pews. Her eyes were narrowed, jaw clenched, as other kids in the crowd giggled. She was embarrassed. Angry. A bad movie on Allie's part, mocking people when her leadership was already in a precarious position. Luckily, Will got up there fast and began to explain the results of the food audit. It was the last sentence in his report that drew an audible gasp from those gathered. "We'll start to run low by next summer." "So we're all going to fucking starve?" another person called out. "Not if we prepare now." Will gave the crowd a confident, assured smile. It was tight around the edges, and it didn't reach his eyes, but he was trying. "We knew this was going to happen. We have time to find solutions. Grizz has come up with a plan that will help us. Grizz?" Grizz froze, but then joined Will on the stage. Compared to Will, he was stiff and awkward, but at least he managed to not throw up. "Uh..." He cleared his throat. "We're gonna start looking into options for gardening and farming. There's been a few options suggested that we're exploring." Grizz glanced at Campbell. So, they had listened to Campbell's suggestion after all, but decided not to do shit about it yet. "And after Thanksgiving, I'm going to lead a search party to look for alternative food supplies." "Does he not remember what happened last time?" Harry wondered, a little too loudly. "Emily died from a fucking snake bite." Ignoring the unsettled buzzing in the room, Grizz continued. "If anyone wants to join me, I'm looking for four or five volunteers to come along with me. We all know what happened to Emily. This time will be different. We know what to expect now, and we can better defend ourselves." Lexie, apparently, wasn't done with Allie and Company yet. "Even if this all works out, who's gonna work the land?" "We will," Allie spoke up. "All of us. Some of us already know how. They can teach us what they know, and the rest, we'll learn from books. Just like how we learned to do everything else around here. What other choice do we have?" No choice. They all knew that was true, even if no one wanted to admit it. Helena had been right, earlier, during her big long speech-- they were trapped. What else could they do, except fight to survive? Campbell sighed, standing up to leave when the crowd was dismissed for the day. He'd made it a few paces when he realized he was alone. Going back, he nudged Harry a bit with his elbow. "Hey. Earth to Harry." "We're just kids." He was staring down at his hand, running his fingers over the bandages. "How are we supposed to handle all of this, alone?" "Kids a lot younger than us have been figuring this shit out for eons. We can do it." Harry sat for a little bit longer, then pushed himself to his feet and trudged after Campbell. Elle got home not long after they did. Instead of going up to her room like she usually did, she lingered around the living room while Campbell tidied up. "Do you have any plans?" she asked. "I thought maybe we could go to movie night." Campbell blinked at the sudden offer. Elle was looking at him with some measure of expectation in her eyes; maybe she'd decided to believe him, after all. "Sure. I'd like that, if you want to go." And it was as easy as that. Harry stayed home, giving Campbell a nod of encouragement as they headed out the door. They went to the movie, got popcorn, and laughed and leaned on each other like a normal couple. Campbell tried to ignore the tone of the movie. 500 Days of Summer wasn't exactly the most cheerful of RomComs. He tried even harder to ignore the niggling feeling in the back of his head that something was wrong. Again. Like always. It was a sudden thought in his head. This isn't normal. How was it healthy, for him to constantly be wondering what was going on? How was it healthy for Elle, if she felt like she had to pretend all the time that things were fine? Maybe they would have stood a chance back home, outside of the rat cage they were in now, or maybe if Cassandra hadn't died. But here? In the new world? Maybe they were just fooling themselves. Elle must have picked up on his mood. On the way home, she slowed down a bit and took his hand. "I know the last few weeks have been crap. But I've missed you. If you say you weren't involved, I believe you." "You don't have to pretend," Campbell replied. "It's okay." "But it's too hard to live like this. I just want us to go back to normal." "It just doesn't really feel that way, Elle. I don't know. I get that it's terrifying, but I'm innocent and I'm gonna find some way to prove it. If you want to keep your distance until then, I'll understand." "I don't want to. Why don't we try and patch things up over Thanksgiving?" Elle asked, curling her arms around his waist and peering up at him with an adoring expression Campbell couldn't resist. "We could stay home, just you and me. I'm sure Allie won't mind." Campbell buried his face in Elle's hair. He slid one hand behind her head and rested the other one her hip, and breathed her in. The breeze was cold, and carried a hint of woodsmoke. He memorized the way she fit in his hands, before kissing her forehead and letting go. "Sure. If that's what you want." Allie was sitting out on her porch the next day, drinking tea and staring off into the woods. No one else was around. Odd for her. She barely seemed to notice Campbell approaching, but then he stepped through the scattering of crunchy leaves on the walkway, and she snapped out of whatever trance she'd been in. "Hey, cousin. How are you?" "I was just..." Allie glanced back at the woods, then shook her head. "You shouldn't be here. It's not exactly Campbell-friendly right now." "You too, huh?" "It doesn't seem your style, but I guess we never really know anyone." Campbell turned his eyes to the trees for a moment, too, thinking. "Be careful with Lexie. I just thought I should let you know that she's not someone you wanna piss off. She's popular, and a lot of girls who hate you like her." "Noted." "I'm serious, Allie." "Fine. I'll keep an eye on her. What do you want?" Shrugging, Campbell kicked at the leaves. "Elle wants to have dinner at home on Thanksgiving. Just the two of us. Can we do that?" "Elle wants to stay home?" "Surprised me, too. So? Can we get a free pass?" Allie looked him up and down. She looked away and chewed on her thumb, jiggling her leg as she considered. "Might be better if you do. Until we can figure out what to do about you and Becca, it's only going to piss people off to see you." "Is that something that can be resolved?" "I think so. But you know that if she's right about what she said and it was you, there's no way in hell I'm just letting you go again." "Fair enough." "I'll let Will know you're staying home. Have Elle give him the list of what you guys need, and we'll make sure it's ready for pick-up the night before." "Thanks, Allie." "Campbell?" Allie called after him. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. Allie pulled her jacket in tighter around herself. "You told Cassandra everything. Everything. She wouldn't have just let you walk away, if it'd been you." "Maybe. Whatever keeps you from throwing me into the fucking wine cellar." "Sometimes I think I still see her. Out of the corner of my eye." It was just blurted out, like some sort of terrible secret. Campbell paused, then kept going without responding. Same, he wanted to say, but what good did it do to dwell on memories or hallucinations or imprints left behind? There was nothing he could say that would give Allie the comfort she needed, or soothe the pain left behind by Cassandra's death. Better to say nothing at all. Besides, the dead were dead. The living had plenty to worry about. Campbell was in the middle of his work shift the day before Thanksgiving when Sam showed up, deep creases on his forehead and a jittery, restless energy around him. At first, Campbell wondered if Sam had shown up to see one of his friends-- he and Gretchen had been part of the school LGBT Alliance group-- but he headed right at Campbell with the same look he'd had when they'd first arrived in the new world. Something a few paces beyond worry. "Can we talk?" Sam asked, signing only. "Somewhere private?" Campbell nodded and followed Sam outside the main work area, where no one would easily see them. "What's wrong?" he signed back. "You look like Queer Eye got cancelled." Sam tried to laugh, but broke into tears instead. "Becca's pregnant." Fuck. Campbell moved closer, inviting contact; Sam immediately mushed himself against Campbell. Sam was whimpering something, but like hell if Campbell understood it. Pregnant. Becca was pregnant. Campbell's first reaction was almost something like victory-- a baby meant blood, blood meant a blood test, blood test meant potential vindication. He shoved that thought aside and focused on what his real reaction should be. Was Becca healthy? Was she getting vitamins? How would they manage complications? Hell, who was going to help her give birth? It wasn't something anyone could do on their own. And if anything happened to Becca, Sam... "I don't know," Sam continued. "I found out prom night, and then everything happened and I thought we had time to figure things out. But Kelly found out, and other people will soon, too, and I just... I don't know what to do." "What do you mean?" Sam hesitated. Oh, there was more to the story. He let out a long, slow exhale, his hands shaking when he answered. "We agreed to tell people I'm the father." "You?" Campbell thought over it. Becca and Sam were best friends. Sure, people could ask questions, but people did weird stuff all the time. People sometimes dabbled, and after all, bisexual people existed. Who was to say? Plus it was a softer story. Unfortunately, there was one big flaw. "Will people go for it, considering what people overheard at Halloween?" "We're not kids anymore. I've learned how to lie." "Well, then. Why are you worrying?" When Sam didn't answer, Campbell ran the situation over in his head until he found the puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. Okay, so there were two big flaws. "Something happened with Grizz." "He came to the library and tried to flirt with me in BSL, and I said I'd teach him ASL." Campbell tried to bite back a smirk. "How about that." "It's not going to be funny when he wants nothing to do with a teen dad!" "It'll be less funny if he hears it from someone else first. Tell him a good story, Sam. You experimented with her nine months ago, the condom broke, and you just want to be honest with him. Reasonable, right?" "Is it really that easy?" "Cross my heart." Sam studied Campbell's face. Whatever he was going to say, the ping of both of their phones going off at the same time cut him off. Community alert. "Time for the first group to pick up their food rations," he said, sighing. He glanced up from his phone. "Are you sure you don't want to come to Thanksgiving dinner?" "I feel like this dinner is kinda the last shot between me and Elle," Campbell admitted. "But I'm sure you know about those rumors, too." "Not really. I try not to listen." Campbell groaned while Sam chuckled quietly. "Seriously, funny guy, if you're set on the idea then maybe you could stop by after. We can eat walnuts out of the can and throw darts at a picture of dad." Sam rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny smile on his face. "A real family holiday." He rested his hand on Campbell's shoulder before he left. "Good luck, Campbell." "You, too. Go get 'im." Harry approached as Sam left, watching him walk away. "What was that about?" "It's nothing," Campbell muttered. Harry looked over at him and raised both eyebrows. Campbell let out a tiny growl. "Fine. It was just boyfriend troubles." "And he said something about Elle." "What, you can read ASL now?" "I thought you'd have been more concerned about the fact I was spying on you." Campbell shoved the broom he was using to the ground, giving it a kick for good measure. "Everything's going to hell, okay? The last thing I needed was this shit with Becca, but I can't even be mad about that because it's not like it's my life at stake or anything. Still, now things with Elle are fucked up. They've been fucked up for a while. I just don't see how we can bounce back from this when she doesn't trust me. Shitty Thanksgiving food isn't gonna fix anything." "No." Harry stepped into Campbell's line of fire, resting one hand on his cheek. "Hey. Breathe, okay? What's going on with Becca?" "Like you don't know." "I've been sleeping eighteen hours a day. I don't know anything." Campbell leaned into Harry's touch. The whole story came spilling out in one go, and Harry's eyes went wide. "I promised I wouldn't say anything," Campbell finished. "But I'm guessing she thinks it was me, and told Elle. Who fucking knows." "Jesus fucking Christ. I had no idea. I never heard anything about it." "No one bragged about it around school, either." "That's scary shit. Poor Becca. Why is this coming up now, though?" "Becca..." Trailing off, Campbell shook his head. Sam shouldn't have told Campbell in the first place, but Campbell sure as hell didn't have the right to pass the news along. It wasn't his secret to tell. "I guess it all got to be too much to keep to herself." "I guess. Damn. And Elle?" "You can't tell me you haven't noticed how she's been acting." "I have, but I guess I just... I was hoping it would blow over." "Either it'll work out or it won't. That's just the truth of it." Harry brushed Campbell's cheek with his thumb, then pulled back and picked up the fallen broom. He handed it to Campbell. "Look. I'll go to the Thanksgiving dinner with everyone else so you can have the house to yourselves. Have a nice night. Relax. Be your charming, vaguely exasperating self. Things will work out eventually." What answer could Campbell give? He managed to mumble a thank you, took the broom, and kept working. Campbell had always known that his life would be different than it would be for people who weren't like him. In a lot of ways, he was still lucky. He'd had a roof over his head and access to resources a lot of people didn't have. He'd had some sort of support structure, and managed to pull himself out of the dirt enough to work towards some sort of recover. Some sort of normal. But he wasn't like everyone else. His biology and brain chemistry had seen to that, and he knew it was going to be a lifelong struggle to maintain a balance between what felt natural to him and what he knew society demanded. Maybe losing Elle was the price for getting Sam back, for making a friend in Grizz. When one door opens, some other door closes. Campbell knew it was the ASPD telling him that it was already over, time to brace for impact and be ready to move on when the fatal blow came, but it felt so real. So true. Elle had already been through enough. Her mouth said she wanted to keep trying, but he could see it in her eyes that the time of death had already been called. They just didn't know when it was, yet. But... One more try. One more chance. Thanksgiving morning, they went to the cafeteria to pick up their take-home rations. It was as fancy as it got, these days-- boxed stuffing, instant mashed potatoes with instant gravy, a can of cranberry sauce, and a turkey. Elle sneaked away with a small bundle of goods wrapped in plastic grocery bags. Mysterious, but Campbell wasn't about to pry. When they got home, Campbell tried to help unpack the food, but Elle swatted his hand away from the bags. "Can you get the bowl?" Campbell snagged the mixing bowl Elle had gestured to and handed it to her; Elle was busying herself with the food, and didn't even look at him. "This makes me happy," he said, trying to start some sort of conversation. "Our first Thanksgiving together." "Good." When he went to open something for her, Elle put her hand on his chest. "It's gonna take me a few hours, so I need you to get out of the kitchen." "Oh. I thought..." "It's okay. Go amuse yourself. Go and take a nap." The casual tone to Elle's voice didn't really do much to mask the dismissal. Maybe she was just nervous about cooking? Campbell stepped out of the way, but stopped near the edge of the kitchen. "I was just hoping to help. I never really liked Thanksgiving before this." "No? Why not?" "I mean, you know what my parents were like. Holidays, special occasions. They didn't really want me around other kids. Other families." "You did tell me about that." "Forced affection and merriment really isn't my thing." Campbell noticed the odd look Elle gave him. "It was just difficult, seeing that they actually felt all those Hallmark movie things towards each other. They really missed each other. Just eating together made them happy. They really were sad to say goodbye." Elle stopped arranging the ingredients. "But you didn't feel those things." "Maybe I gave up, when I realized they didn't feel that way about me. They never missed me." Moving towards Elle, Campbell stroked her hair. It hit him then, how much he wanted her to stay. He wasn't ready to say goodbye. He knew he sounded desperate when he spoke again, when he cupped her face in his hands, but Campbell needed some assurance. Any assurance. "This is different, though. Right? We're different." "Campbell." Elle took his hands and moved them from her face. She stepped back, and for a moment, Campbell thought that was it. She was done, it was over, they couldn't go on like this. Instead, she reached into the plastic bag and brought out a can of pumpkin. "It was going to be a surprise, but..." "Really? I thought you hated pumpkin pie. You like, literally gagged when you saw it at the Halloween party." "I mean, I do, but you don't." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek before shooing him. "Now get out of my kitchen so I can cook." Had he just misread the situation? Campbell left the kitchen confused, and more than a little torn. Was he just seeing a catastrophe where there wasn't one? ASPD did involve seeing threats where there wasn't any, and overreacting. Like a self defense mechanism dialed up to twelve, it whispered that every little thing and every single person was a danger. Campbell knew it wasn't true. Maybe in this case, it also wasn't true that Elle wanted to leave. Maybe she really was just stressed out and worried about what Becca had said. Maybe she really did want to stick it out and give him a chance to prove himself. She had before, hadn't she? Maybe this time was no different. She just needed time. Campbell wandered off to Harry's room, helping him get ready for the group dinner and playing a few rounds of Smash Bros. It didn't feel right letting Elle do all the work, but if that was what she wanted, well, they both knew to just stay out of her way. "I should go watch the football game," Harry sighed once it was three o' clock. He stood and stretched, grabbing his jacket from the back of his desk chair. "Try and be social or whatever. You gonna be okay if I do?" "Yeah. Go watch people get concussions." "I'll have my phone on. Text if she tries to go all Sid Vicious on you." Campbell snorted, but kept his eyes on the television screen. He could see Harry lingering in the doorway, just for a moment, but then he was gone. Harry said something to Elle on the way out-- they both laughed-- and then the front door shut. The silence felt strange. Campbell popped in a Walking Dead DVD and settled in to binge watch for a few hours. The sky outside had turned dark by the time Elle peeked her head into the room. "Hey. I think it's gonna be ready in about twenty minutes. Can you come set the table?" "Sure, babe."   At least it was finally something to do. Campbell hopped up and gathered the plates, the silverware, napkins; by the time Elle came into the dining room, he'd managed to get everything in place and light some candles. The dim, golden lighting was perfect. All the food, plated up, looked perfect. Campbell found some holiday music, some classical stuff that he'd swore he'd never listen to once he'd moved out on his own, and put it on. It wasn't his taste, but it seemed appropriate. All that was left was to bring in the food. Elle was hovering around the food in the kitchen, staring hard at the slices of carved turkey. "I know you don't like meat, so I didn't know if I should bring the turkey out here, or if you wanted something else instead." "Hey, it's okay. I mean, I have to get over it eventually, right? Why not tonight?" "Are you sure? Because I could--" Cutting off a tiny piece of the least gross-looking slice of turkey, Campbell shoved it in his mouth. The taste was foreign and made him want to gag, but he managed to get it down without flinching. "See? It'll be really good with the cranberry sauce." "I'm glad it's okay. Sorry if anything tastes funny, or something. It's the first time I've ever made anything like a traditional American meal." "Seriously? Why not?" "My family's from Ireland originally, so my mom's idea of Thanksgiving was a little different. You know. Lamb stew. We never did the whole, turkey and stuffing and decorating." "Why are we sitting here, then?" Campbell wondered. "We should be at the church with everyone else. We could even bring something to share. The pie or something. Be neighborly." "But I already made all this food, I wouldn't want it to go to waste." "C'mon. We can put it in the fridge and save it for leftovers. I mean, I don't wanna even see half of those people, but you liked Helena and Becca, and the improv class is doing something fun tonight. A traditional Thanksgiving really is best with friends." "No, no. I just, I had my heart set on a romantic evening, just the two of us." "We eat almost every meal, just us." Campbell couldn't puzzle out the sudden shift in Elle's mood. "Or with Harry. I thought maybe you'd like some variation." Elle met his eyes, then glanced at the food. "Maybe it would be nice to walk over there and see everyone. Do you want to try a slice of pie while I get ready to go? I don't want to take it if it tastes bad." "Deal." She gave him a smile as she cut him a generous slice, handing it over as she left the room. Campbell let out the breath he'd been holding; whatever weird argument that had been starting up seemed to have, thankfully, settled. He snagged a fork and took a bite of the pumpkin pie. Right away, Campbell could taste that there was something weird about it. It was too sweet, in an almost sickening way. Too much condensed milk? Maple syrup, maybe? Making sure Elle wasn't looking, Campbell gently slid the rest of the slice into the garbage can and covered it up with some pieces of trash to hide it. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, and it wasn't like it was objectively disgusting. There were just only so many compromises he could make in a night. Turkey, he could try and deal with. Pumpkin pie with a pound of sugar? No. Leave that to the carb fiends at the church. "Was it okay?" Elle asked as she came back in. "I've never made a pie before." Campbell offered her a bright smile. "Yeah, it was great." He picked it up and headed towards the door, slipping his feet into his sneakers. "Ready to go?" She eyed the pie in his hands, but nodded and followed him out the door. The walk to the church was quiet, but at least the weather was mild and the sky was clear, with stars glittering overhead and leaves swirling around their feet. The church was humming with activity inside, though more than a couple people fell silent when they saw Campbell. Well, whatever. He ignore them and focused on Allie, who was moving toward them at a brisk pace. "Campbell. Elle." She smiled, but it was strained. "I didn't expect to see you two here." What the hell were you thinking by coming here, Campbell translated in his head. "I wanted to bring Elle. It's her first actual Thanksgiving." He held up the pumpkin nightmare for Allie to see. Allie's eyes went right to the missing slice. "She made pie." "Wow. Well, if you guys want to take a seat, feel free." "Cool. Thanks." Elle reached out and grabbed his arm as he moved towards the table to set the pie down. "Campbell, I can do that. Just let me--" "I'm right here. I can do it." "But I made it. I should be the one to put it over there." Campbell stopped and looked to her. Her voice sounded almost frantic, and honestly, the pie wasn't anywhere close to good but she couldn't possibly be that worried about it. He set the pie down among the other pies, and led Elle off to the side where there weren't any people to listen in. "Babe, are you feeling okay? You've been acting weird all evening." "I'm just not feeling well. I feel sick in my stomach. Can we just go?" "It's probably because we haven't eaten all day." "Please..." Elle curled her arms around herself. "Please don't get mad." Campbell noticed, then, that there were tears in her eyes, and she winced when he went to try and comfort her. His stomach sank as he saw the one thing he had hoped not to see. Fear. "Woah, hey. I'm not mad, sweetheart, I just don't understand what's going on. Do you... Are you worried I'm gonna hurt you?" "You act one way sometimes, and then another, and then people say things and I just want to make you happy. I thought this would make you happy." Her hands were shaking when she reached up and touched his face, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I want you to be happy with me." He wanted to be sick. "I get it. We've had a lot of ups and downs since we came here. I'm trying my best, Elle. I am happy with you. I really am." His throat squeezed shut. Fuck, he didn't feel all that great, either, and all this wasn't helping. "Can you just try? Just a few bites or something? If you still feel sick, we can go home." Elle sniffled. She didn't say anything. She just turned and headed out to the main floor, heading towards the table where Gretchen, her girlfriend, and a few others were chatting. Campbell got her a plate of food, but she picked at it, and at that point he didn't really feel like eating. It had been a mistake to push her. He tried to plan out the apology in his head and find some way to save things, but Elle's words kept playing in his head. People say things. The way she shrank from his touch. It was time to let go. For now, anyways. Maybe someday he would be better, and could prove that he wasn't the piece of shit people kept saying he was, but obviously it wasn't the right time. Campbell had wanted to protect her. He'd hoped that maybe, together, they could stay sane. But he had once been afraid he would hurt Sam, inevitably. Instead, it looked like the one he was going to hurt most was Elle, and there was only one way to keep her safe. Like Sam, he had to let her go, and hope that someday it would work out. Things had seemed calmer, at least, until Elle mumbled something about more potatoes. She took her plate and vanished into the crowd without a word, leaving Campbell to sit there alone with Gretchen looking at him like he was sprouting devil horns. Campbell sunk his head into his hands and pretended he was anywhere but there. After a few minutes, hen Elle didn't come back, he decided to go looking. He found her arguing with someone else over her pie. Elle had taken a huge slice, and the other girl-- Lotus, maybe-- was giving her shit over it. Campbell sidled up next to Elle and fixed Lotus with a cold glare, and thankfully, Lotus backed down. Not before taking the rest of the pie with her, but still. "Are you okay?" he asked Elle, who looked pale. "What happened?" Elle smiled weakly. "I just wanted to make sure all my friends got some, but I guess Lotus thought I was taking it all for myself." "Well, screw her, yeah?" "Yeah. I'm just gonna go say hi to a couple of my friends." "Sure. I'll be here." Campbell was loitering around the punchbowl, waiting for Elle, when a hand glided along his shoulders. He could smell a familiar hint of cologne. "Hey, Harry." "Hey." Harry leaned against the wall next to him. "I thought you were staying home. What happened?" "Long story, but I guess we're going back home. She said she felt sick." "Do you need me to drive you guys?" Unfortunately, Helena stood up and gave a speech just then, and announced that she and Luke were getting married. Campbell hissed at the cheering, a headache building up behind his eyes and making his vision start to swim. What the hell? Maybe they had some sort of cold, or something. It was the season, and it wasn't like anyone had gotten their flu vaccines, or knew what new or different diseases the mirror world had. "Yeah, that might be good." He took a step, and the ground under him spun ever so slightly. Fuck. Why had he even tried? They should have just stayed home. "Let me go find her." "Alright. I'll meet you at the door." Campbell scanned the crowd as Harry left, trying to find Elle in the hustle and bustle. Maybe Sam or Grizz would know where she was? But he didn't see them, either. Allie's table was empty. Helena and Luke were with the rest of the guard. Where was she? Had she just left on her own, without even saying goodbye? Campbell felt a bubble of nausea form in his stomach at the thought, but then he spotted her with Becca near the bathrooms. Both of them were huddled together and making sharp, urgent gestures. Campbell had no idea what was going on with them, and he wasn't about to find out. It would be easier to just wait until they were done talking. It didn't take too long. Elle spotted him waiting, and hurried over. "Can we go home now?" she asked. Elle was hunched in on herself and looked out of breath. "Please? I want to get out of here." "Harry's getting the car. C'mon." He put his arm around her as they walked outside, more to hold himself steady than anything else. Campbell could feel Elle shaking, hard, but was that illness or anxiety? Was it the cold weather? He didn't know anymore. All that mattered was getting home before whatever was going on got even worse. Harry helped them both up the steps, and got them upstairs. Elle shrugged them both off and headed to the bathroom, grabbing her pajamas along the way. "Are you okay?" Campbell followed her into the bathroom. He just wanted to lay down and sleep, but he couldn't leave Elle to fend for herself if she was sick. "Do you need me to get you anything?" Elle shook her head, but when he got closer, he could see that she was sheet-white and sweating. "I'm gonna take a bath and get sleep." "Yeah, me too." Campbell knew that he should leave and let her do what she needed to do, but he hesitated in the doorway. "Look, Elle... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed for you to go when you didn't want to. I just thought it'd be fun." Silence. Campbell waited another heartbeat, then went to his room and laid down. He closed his eyes, willing the universe to stop spinning. It was bad enough of a day, wasn't it, without everything churning? Campbell burrowed under his blankets, swallowing over and over as he began to hypersalivate. His stomach was reeling, but his body wouldn't vomit. Not yet. "Cassandra," Campbell whispered to the air. "I wish you were here." He could play the game he played on the bridge, before. If he just held still, very still...

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Looking Glass

Chapter 25 - Corollaries

Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader

Word Count: 1683

Summary: Tragedy derails halcyon days in the bunker and forces everyone involved to reevaluate their notions of safety. Warning for minor (canon in ep 13X23) character death. I’ve decided to stop pretending I know how many chapters this beast will end up being - this isn’t the final chapter as I originally intended (mostly because I want to keep them at the original 2K word limit and there is too much story left to cover and clearly I have no concept of what will make it beyond the final edit).

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Raining cats and dogs. Under the weather. Flying by the seat of one’s pants. Speak of the devil.

Castiel never fully appreciated the expressionistic origin of idioms peppering human speech until he glimpsed the vibrant magenta of your jacket fitted to a lifeless female form lying on the leaf-littered trail ahead and he experienced the resultant  precipitous leaping of his heart into the upper echelons of his throat.

Swallowing hard against the ‘What if it were you? What if I failed to protect her?’ rise of anxiety to relocate the obstinate organ back into his vessel’s ribcage where it belongs, he closes his eyes in concentrated effort; in the lidded distancing from the light of day, he reminds himself the shattered shell, limbs limp and radiating residual heat, crumpled in the mist of cooling rain belonged to some other unfortunate soul, not you.

He left you safe in the bunker’s kitchen, breathing, physically intact, and very much alive, as you helped prep a mass lunch for the multitudes mere minutes ago. The knowledge, the fresh imprint in his mind’s eye of the slight questioning smile hovering on your mouth soundlessly saying you expected to hear the story later as an agitated and secretive Sam dragged him away from the task of scrubbing dishes to help handle a situation – this situation – however comforting in recollection, barely makes a diminishing dent in his reflexive fright at the sight of your jacket and the scent of you still lingering in the damp cloth mingling with the unmistakable odor of raw death.

The hitch and pause in his gait, the sharp gasp and blanching of pink lips as they press tautly together – the outer projections of disquiet as he battles to suppress his rebellious nerves and rapidly beating heart – presents the split-second opportunity for Jack to sprint past the distracted seraph.

“Maggie!” the boy shouts. Surging ahead, he circumvents Mary and Bobby on the well-worn path where they stand sentinel, gravely watching over the dead girl. Ruddy cheeks paling, his sneaker slips in the mossy earth, smearing through bloodied mud as he stumbles around the boulder where she drew a final breath and collapsed.

Sam’s lengthy stride and rational senses move him to the site in time to prohibit Jack from disturbing the scene further; grappling with the Nephilim’s shoulder to hold him back from kneeling to take the girl up in his arms, he manages to keep the boy from eroding what little detail remains that might clue them in to what happened.

“I-I said I’d protect her, and,” Jack’s guilty lament suspends fog-like in the air as he speaks, fingers uselessly flexing and balling into fists, “Sam…”

Cas forces his feet to convey him closer to the carnage. Blinking between Jack’s anguished aspect and the waterlogged coat, he tears his focus from the more personally emotionally unsettling elements to study the statically fixed girlish features of Maggie’s corpse; the peaceful ghostly skin-shade of pre-rigor smoothing the minute muscles of her face is perverted by brightly painted crimson where the bone cracks cleanly at her temple; rivulets of blood and rain mat her hair, the latter diluting the congealed edges of the fatal wound.

“Stop, Jack. This isn’t your fault,” Sam consoles in the rain-pattered hush, stating what they all – save the grief-stricken Jack – are thinking.

A pang of empathy at Jack feeling personally responsible for whatever befell her resonates in Castiel’s heart; the angel knows from long practice it’s often easier to assume self-blame and contend with the tangibility of failure in place of the seemingly unsurmountable impossibility of accepting that senseless tragedies do happen no matter how many vows one makes to prevent their occurrence. For all the fight for a righteous cause, free will and destiny coalesce into unpredictable outcomes. It’s a hard lesson to learn – one with which the angel constantly grapples and one made bearable by the bonds of friendship and love.

“What happened to her?” Dean huskily murmurs the question as if uttering it aloud will provide an instantaneous answer.

At the thought, Cas casts his blues skyward at the roiling grey abyss of clouds above; tiny droplets of rain smatter and collect on his unshaven cheeks, blending with the brimming brine of unshed tears to pool in the divot of his chin when his gaze again drops to settle on the distraught boy. If he could, he’d take this pain from Jack; he knows, in their way, Sam and Dean feel the same; since that feat is not within the realm of possibilities, perhaps Dean’s on to something and they can relieve the burden some by figuring out what really happened here.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t look supernatural,” Mary supplies to flesh out the unknowable.

Cas silently concurs with the assessment; someone, not something killed Maggie. Given the ambient air temperature, the wicking capabilities of water to rapidly cool core body heat, the angel determines the girl can’t have been left here more than a handful of hours ago.

Always ready with a surly remark in any incarnation, Bobby pipes in, “Looks like some son of a bitch beat on her until…”

“Who would do something like this?” Interrupting, regard drawn once more to the magenta fabric, remembering your walks together on this very same stretch of trail, the solitary outings you’ve taken since trusting in your safety, Castiel masks the fear in his tone with anger.

A lesser being might call it a tragic case of mistaken identity; for Lucifer, it was a fairly typical Thursday evening with a dash of prodigious fate thrown in for fun. The single regret clouding his glee and veiling the red glow of his pupils as the girl’s skull broke with a satisfying pop and an even more gratifying gurgle against the unforgiving mass of the boulder on the third strike was that – although she initially tricked his senses into thinking she was you wandering in the wilderness on account of outerwear absolutely reeking of his brother – she was not actually you.

Unfortunate for fulfilling his nefarious need to revenge an innocuous smack upside the head back on the bus, certainly; although he wouldn’t characterize it as a mistake. He knew before he throttled the scream in her throat and flicked her – sputtering for air like a boneless fish – onto the ground he had the wrong refugee. Too bad for her, on he devil’s non-existent moral compass, wrong exists as just as compelling a direction as right.

Finishing up the last of the dishes in the sink, you lay a gleaming plate carefully on the pile with a clink to dry and swipe the wetness coating your hands across the towel tucked into the waistband of your jeans. At the familiar bass angelic utterance of your name, you turn toward the doorway.

“Cas!” The smile skirting your mouth falters into a frown at the serious etch of lines hardening his countenance. Yanking the towel free and tossing it aside, you navigate the counter between you with an arm extended to meet him halfway. “What happened?” Your fingers delve beneath the hem of his coats, flattening to the rigid plane of his torso.

“We need to talk.” He peers beyond your fretfully widening eyes at the two other apocalypse expats currently inhabiting the space to aid in lunch clean up. One of them averts her inquisitive gaze back to the tabletop she’s polishing. “Leave us,” he growls; the order emerges significantly less kind than he is capable of being. “You too.” He gestures at the young man organizing a shelf.

“Cas,” you hiss chidingly under your breath, prodding his side. You’ve made great strides these past weeks in terms of angelic PR and here he is throwing everything out the window with rudeness.

He rolls his eyes almost imperceptibly. Almost. There isn’t time for niceties given the circumstances, although he knows you’re right. “I need to speak to Y/N alone. Leave us, please,” he amends and softens the request, punctuating his words with a strained smile for their benefit. It’s disingenuous, yet you appreciate the effort.

You mouth a polite thank you to your nodding cohorts for their understanding as they abandon their chores to slink out into the hall.

Upon their exit, Castiel engulfs you in a hug.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” you whisper, acquiescing to his tender demand for contact; rubbing circles into his back, sliding a palm to comb the chestnut curls at his nape, you wait for an explanation for his strange behavior.

Standing there, he lets the heat of you sink into his shrouded skin; he listens to the steady thrum of your heart and shallow respiration of life moving in and out of your lungs until nothing but the grounding succor of your body and soul quiet his senses. Exhaling a sigh into the crook of your neck, he shudders against you and pulls away to look into your eyes. Grey glints of somberness gild his irises. “Maggie’s dead.”

“Wh-what?”

“Mary and Bobby found her body in the woods, on the trail leading to town. That’s what Sam-”

“An accident?”

Regard falling to the sliver of space between you, he shakes his head.

You suck in a juddering breath. Choking on a wave of guilt, you remember your conversation when she took over your living quarters. “I-I told her it was safe here. I promised her-”

“This isn’t your fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault.” Repeating Sam’s earlier assertion to Jack – the words sounding no more reassuring to his ears than before – Cas folds you to his chest, tangles his fingers in your hair, and angles to kiss the top of your head. “We need your help. You’ve gotten to know these people better than any of us – is there anyone she was close to? Anyone who would know why she was out alone?”

“Yeah-” You nod in the solid casing of his embrace, sniffling back tears– “Allene. They’re friends.”

“Good, that’s good.” He balances a prickly cheek on your crown; feeling the warmth of your tears saturate his shirt, he resettles his arms to envelope you tighter.

Next: Ch. 26 - The World Ender (Final)

[coraltae]

The Seven Deadly Sins Pt. 8

genre: angst, fluff, fantasy, supernatural, knight au, royalty au, nanatsu no taizai au (no need to watch the anime to understand the story)

pairing: jungkook x reader (ft. all bts members)

word count: 3500++

warning: language

author's note: thank you for all the support! Hope you’ll like this part as well!

summary: your kingdom was taken over by the enemies and all the royal members were taken prisoner, except you who managed to escape. Determined to save your country, you’re willing to do anything, even if it meant you had to free the seven worst criminals.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 (on-going)

It was probably the best sleep you had in quite a while. Fully rested and totally refreshed, you woke up feeling awesomely great rather than anxious like the previous days. The comfort of the warmth enveloping you made you even more reluctant to open your eyes and leave the bed, until you realized it was Jungkook's arms which provided the warmth for you.

Your eyes shot open to find Jungkook's sleeping face only a few inches from you. You swallowed back your gasp quickly. It's his first proper sleep after three days of staying awake. You wouldn't want to accidentally wake him up with your surprised gasp.

Being so close to him, you took the chance to study Jungkook's face. It was probably the first time you saw him so calm and peaceful. He always looked tense and cold when he was awake as if he forced himself to constantly be on guard in case something bad happened. It's really refreshing to see him so relaxed like this you could watch his face all day. Realized what you were thinking, you quickly shook the thought away as your face went red. After you admitted your growing feelings towards Jungkook, it was harder for you to stay calm whenever you saw his face. You hoped you wouldn't make things awkward between you two.

Well, actually, Jimin beat you to it.

Without knocking first, Jimin barged into the room which you and Jungkook shared while chirping loudly, "It's morning! Wake up, you sleepyheads! Are you trying to become Yoongi? Why are you still-" Then his gaze finally landed on you and Jungkook on the bed. From how he smirked at you, you could see him getting the wrong idea. However, before you could say anything, he already went out to call Seokjin.

Cheeks flushed, you desperately said while trying to free yourself from Jungkook's embrace, hoping Jimin would come back to listen to your explanation, "Jimin, it's not like what you think!"

The commotion must have woken Jungkook up. You could feel him loosen his hold to stretch. The sudden movement made you snap your head towards him. His eyes were still closed when he greeted, "Morning."

Feeling guilty for waking him up, you apologized, "Did I wake up you up? Sorry, I was being too loud."

Jungkook shook his head lazily as he reluctantly sat up. "No. It's fine. We need to go anyway." He was about to climb off the bed when he stopped to stare at you. "Thanks for helping me sleep yesterday. I've forgotten the last time I slept that well."

"I'll be glad to help you again anytime you need," you said with a big smile, completely hiding the fact that you also enjoyed the company.

Jimin chose that timing to barge in again, dragging half-awake Seokjin into the room. "Look, Seokjin! They slept together! Oh man, why did I have to be stuck with you last night?"

"What the heck, Jimin?" Seokjin groaned irritably. "I didn't force you to room with me. And you really need to stop caring with other people's sex lives. It's none of your business. They can fuck all night long and I don't give a damn about it. So now will you please let go of my hand before I starve myself and die out of hunger?"

Looking extremely pissed off, Jimin retorted after letting go of Seokjin's hand harshly as if it scalded his skin, "Fine. Go ahead and stuff your face, you pig. Oh and let me remind you one more time that you can't die."

The short argument ended and the two of them disappeared from view, leaving you and Jungkook confused in the room. You turned to give him a questioning look, only to be replied with a shrug.

"They misunderstood, though. Is it okay to leave them be?" you asked, still a little bit shy knowing that Jimin and Seokjin probably got the wrong end of the stick.

Jungkook climbed off the bed and headed out to go to the inn's public bath, taking a new set of clothes with him. "I don't mind. I'm going to take a bath. Are you coming or not?"

Public bath could be dangerous for women if perverts were using it too at the same time. It's touching to know that Jungkook always remembered to accompany you everytime you wanted to take a bath. He might have thought of it as his responsibility, but you wanted to think that he cared about you. The fact that he didn't bother to clear the misunderstanding gave you the idea that he didn't mind being mistaken to have romantic relationship with you.

"Coming!" You stumbled as you rushed to follow him, smiling at your own thoughts in the process.

***

It was a relief that you arrived just in time at Astra's entrance gate, despite the endless questionings from very curious Jimin about your supposedly sex life and the countless stops at food shops to restock Seokjin's food supplies.

Right by the entrance gate, there was a young beautiful woman wearing noble dress standing close to the gate guards. She waved her hand as she spotted your group in the distance, beckoning you to come over to her. According to the message you'd got from Namjoon's group, she must be Hoseok in disguise. You turned on your invisibility in case the people there recognized you.

Hoseok asked you to wait while he was talking to the guards. You were impressed that he could imitate her - whoever he disguised as - perfectly, as if he was a total different person from the Hoseok you knew. During the whole conversation, Jimin was eyeing Hoseok with his lustful gaze. You almost choked on your own saliva since you didn't expect the curse would work on Hoseok too when Jimin was fully aware that it was him. Judging from Seokjin's evil snickers and Jungkook's grin, they already knew it would happen but they didn't intend to do anything about it, instead they found it amusing to just watch.

Clueless of what to do, you quietly followed behind Hoseok as he led the way, together with Seokjin and Jungkook. Jimin was already flinging his arm around Hoseok's shoulders, flirting with him way too blatantly that Seokjin and Jungkook found that hilarious. Worried that Hoseok might be uncomfortable with this, you shifted your gaze towards him to check on him. Unexpectedly, he seemed quite happy; he talked a lot and responded to Jimin's flirting. You supposed it's because someone finally paid attention to him. It's sad that Hoseok couldn't mingle with the others when he was being himself. Looking at how happy he was, you didn't have a heart to stop Jimin, so you just pretended to know nothing and ignore them.

Jungkook nudged your side; he was able to find you just fine even when you're invisible at the time. He finally stopped laughing at his two friends and fell into step next to you. "Hey, why are you not saying anything?"

"Jungkook, did something happened between Hoseok and the rest of you?" you asked, eyes still lingering on Jimin and Hoseok. Under normal circumstances, they would never be that chummy with each other.

"Oh, you were thinking about that. You realized, huh?" Jungkook's gaze landed on Jimin and Hoseok too. "Me and Hoseok were never popular with the guys in the seven deadly sins. We're the kind you don't want to get along with. You see, I keep get angry at stupid things and Hoseok is always envious with whatever you have. If you have that kind of friends, it's natural if you want to keep distance from them, right?"

Jungkook had a point. The other guys' curses weren't damaging relationships that much; Yoongi slept all the time, Seokjin ate a lot, Taehyung only wanted money, but with his element, he was already the richest one among them, Jimin didn't flirt with guys, and Namjoon, though he thought high of himself, he was actually the smartest one, so nobody had a problem with that. But it's different if it's Jungkook's or Hoseok's curse. It was bound to get you annoyed at one point if you had friends who were easily irritated and always envious of you. You finally understood why the two of them seemed distant with the others.

Hoseok led you to a two-storey house in the remote rural area, a bit farther away from Astra's capital town, Chester. Namjoon, Taehyung, and even Yoongi were already downstairs to welcome your group. You turned off your invisibility the second you stepped across the threshold.

"Welcome to Astra, Your Highness, Princess of Elucia."

You were surprised with the greeting from a young lady who suddenly came out from a room in the first floor and curtsied to you. She was oddly familiar the more you studied her. You tried to remember where you saw her before. And your memory told you it was when she visited Elucia, probably ten years ago. That's why it was quite hard to recognize her.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Crown Princess of Astra." You curtsied back.

Jimin was still flirting with Hoseok in disguise and Namjoon glared at Hoseok to command, "Change back now, Hoseok."

Namjoon's order was absolute and couldn't be resisted. In an instant, Hoseok changed back to his own self and Jimin backed away from him at once as if he was an infectious disease. Hoseok didn't show whether he was hurt by Jimin's sudden harsh treatment, but you were sure he must be. You made a mental note to have a talk with him later.

"I can understand if it's Seokjin. But not you too, Jungkook. Why won't you stop him? I thought we agreed about this before." Namjoon shook his head in disbelief. "More importantly, show your respect to the crown princess. Her Highness is the one letting us stay here."

Jungkook, Jimin, and Seokjin bowed simultaneously and greeted politely, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, Crown Princess of Astra."

Jihyun, if you didn't remember her name wrong, chuckled. "There's no need to be so formal. Your princess is standing over there, you know."

Taehyung offered an explanation, "We decided to omit the formalities between us, since we're technically on the run now."

"Is that so?" Jihyun said, sounding amused for some reason. "Then we don't need to use formalities too. Just call me Jihyun."

Winking to the princess, Jimin piped up, "I'd be glad to, Jihyun."

Jihyun giggled in amusement. "So you're the pervert old man? Taehyung told me."

Jimin elbowed Taehyung's stomach, earning a pained groan from the latter. "What the hell did you tell the princess?"

"But I told her the truth!" Taehyung defended himself, still holding his aching stomach.

"You've got some pretty interesting knights in your country, Y/N. Nice to meet you again, by the way." Jihyun offered her hand, which you took pleasantly. You had no grudge against her, although she was the crown princess of the enemy country. It was the problem of the countries. She hadn't ruled Astra yet, so she still had no power to make any decisions.

"Same here, Jihyun. It's been a while." You gave her a smile.

"You know each other?" Namjoon asked in disbelief. "I thought we're at war with Astra."

You nodded. "It's true we're currently at war. Our first meeting happened ten years ago during the war declaration."

Jihyun elaborated. "My father took me with him when he visited Elucia to declare war. I was clueless at the time, though. I'm the only child in the family, so I was excited. Thinking I got a new friend, I was playing with Y/N in her chamber during the entire visit. Sadly, I was told later that it's war declaration."

"You said the princess is the one letting us stay here, right?" Seokjin suddenly said to Namjoon, cutting short your reunion with the princess of Astra. It seemed he'd been curious about this since arriving. "Then how did you meet the princess?"

"The girl Hoseok disguised himself as is the daughter of the prime minister," Namjoon explained. "He was unlucky to bump into the princess right after the princess met the girl. His cover was blown immediately, but after listening to his reasons for coming here, the princess decided to join hands with us. Fortunately, everything turned out well in the end."

Jihyun added, "Everyone seems to be hiding something from me. So I want to find out what. Hoseok has been constantly disguising as Rahee, the daughter of the prime minister, to infiltrate the ministry's meetings that even I'm not allowed to attend. I sent Rahee to another country while keeping the fact she's not here a secret from her father. So we're helping each other, actually."

While all of you were still catching up with each other, someone entered the house, distracting everyone from the conversation. The young man - you guessed he was an Astranian knight, judging from his attire and armor - dropped to one knee in front of Jihyun.

"You called, Your Highness?" he asked politely, his eyes fixed on the ground, as if meeting the princess' gaze without being permitted first was a sin.

"Stand up, Junhong," Jihyun said authoritatively and then turned to face the seven deadly sins and you. "I've told you about the seven deadly sins and the princess of Elucia. I want you to guard them and help them with everything they need while they're here. They're my special guests. Tell no words to anyone about them. What happens here stays here."

"Yes, Your Highness. You have my word." Junhong gave you and the seven deadly sins a judgmental look. "However, Your Highness, pardon my rudeness, I fail to understand why a princess who brings her seven knights still needs more guards. Unless the infamous seven deadly sins aren't capable enough to protect one royal, I don't see why I am needed here." He paused to looked at Jungkook condescendingly. "Or is that really the case? Then I have no comment."

That Astranian knight had definitely stepped over the line. What he'd said really offended everyone and he'd totally got on Jungkook's nerves which meant the situation had got much worse. A very angry Jungkook walked over to Junhong and cornered him until his back was against the door. He brought his arms up to grab on Junhong's collar in rage.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Jungkook growled furiously, causing everyone in the room to flinch.

Junhong didn't look the slightest bit terrified. "I only stated the fact. And get your hands off me."

You gasped when Junhong slapped away Jungkook's arms harshly. Jungkook would be unable to control himself if he was hit physically. Wrath would completely take him over. And that meant danger to everyone standing near him. You had promised him that you would stop him whenever he went berserk again. So you had to do it this time even if you hadn't done anything to improve your healing ability, only hoping that you would come out of it safely in the end.

Gulping nervously, you approached Jungkook cautiously and called, "Jungkook?"

Jungkook tensed and turned to look at you. However, it's already too late. He had already taken over by wrath. Raising one arm, he set the chair next to you on fire and faced Junhong again, ready to burn him to death. You were about to distract Jungkook one more time when Namjoon stopped you.

"Yoongi," Namjoon called calmly.

At once, the view around you changed and suddenly, you were all outside the house, everyone except Jungkook. Namjoon must have asked Yoongi to teleport all of you to safety earlier when he said his name.

Junhong seemed confused, but he was way too pissed off to find out what happened, so he stormed back into the house without saying anything.

"I would stop if I were you," Namjoon said, still completely composed.

Looking thoroughly offended, Junhong scoffed as he whirled around. "Stop? I would never let that-"

"Just shut it, kid," Yoongi grumbled in irritation. "You don't know what you're doing."

"Kid?" Junhong retorted. "How dare you call me a kid? Who do you think you are?"

"We're at least one hundred years older than you." Jimin glared at Junhong angrily. "So just shut the hell up before I ruin that ugly face of yours."

Junhong laughed mockingly. "One hundred years? What kind of bullshit are you on about?"

"Junhong!" Jihyun said loudly, her fists clenched, seemingly frustrated and guilty with the problem her knight had just caused. "Just stop!"

Taken aback, Junhong dropped his gaze to the ground. "I apologize, Your Highness." And then he fell silent.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N," Jihyun apologized. "I haven't told my knight the details yet. I hope Jungkook will be fine."

"It's okay. He will be." You offered Jihyun a weak smile, though you're worried about Jungkook.

You felt completely useless once again. The promise you had made with Jungkook came to your mind and you felt awful you had gone against your own word. You should have been the one stopping him before he went on a rampage. Why were you unable to do anything? Because you were weak.

"Stop beating yourself up, Y/N," Namjoon suddenly said to you. You were surprised that he was already standing next to you. You were too occupied with your own thoughts that you didn't know when he came. And of course, Namjoon would know what you were thinking. "I was the one stopping you from doing what you were planning to do. I know what you've promised him, but trying to stop him with your current ability is the same as killing yourself. He's way too strong for you now. At least, you should train to be stronger first."

"But I don't know how to train without my magic teacher back in the palace," you said in a low voice, embarrassed with how helpless you were.

Namjoon pondered for a while. "Hoseok might be able to help you. He has copied hundreds of people and has used many kinds of magic. He might know the best way for you to improve."

Why it had never popped up to your head before? What Namjoon suggested totally made sense. Hoseok could even transform into you. If there was someone else that knew well what you're capable to do besides your magic teacher, it would be Hoseok. And you remembered you were going to comfort him about the incident with Jimin earlier. So you could just ask him for help while you’re at it.

"Namjoon, you're a genius! Thanks for the advice," you said excitedly.

"I know I am," Namjoon said pridefully. "You're welcome."

There was silence while all of you were watching the house, waiting for Jungkook to come out. There's no sign of the house was being burnt, but the all the furniture inside might have been destroyed already. No one knew what Jungkook would do in his current state. He'd caused the onyx bar to explode before. He could do the same with the house.

"He won't burn the house down, right?" Taehyung asked to no one in particular, seemingly having the same thoughts as you. "I just started to like the house."

Not long after that, Jungkook came out without setting the house on fire, looking completely dejected and remorseful. He kept his gaze on the ground as he approached the group. Before he said anything, Namjoon tapped his shoulder reassuringly, stopping him before he apologized.

"Taehyung, Yoongi, time to work," Namjoon said while walking back towards the house. "Taehyung, fix the broken things. Yoongi, make something new out of the ones which were completely burnt. I'll help with the metals."

"I don't know you can fix things, Taehyung," you said in amazement.

Taehyung grinned proudly, showing his teeth. "My other ability is alchemy." Then he ran to follow Namjoon and a levitating Yoongi. The seven deadly sins’ abilities seemed endless, you thought. They never failed to surprise you.

"I guess I can start cooking for dinner now." Seokjin was about to walk towards the house when he spun around. "And I could use some help."

"I'll help," Jihyun volunteered excitedly and fell into step next to Seokjin. Junhong automatically followed Jihyun. Jimin and Hoseok did too, leaving only you and Jungkook behind.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to stop you myself but Yoongi beat me to it. I'll definitely stop you next time.” You gave Jungkook a warm smile, as if Jungkook hadn’t just gone on a rampage inside the house. 

You didn't want to make Jungkook feel awful again like before. You wanted him to think that it's fine to go out of control, that you would be there for him. Hopefully, after training with Hoseok, you would be strong enough to stop him. Much to your relief, you no longer found him frightening, probably what Seokjin had said to you helped. Maybe it was because of your words, Jungkook seemed to finally relieve himself from his remorse and returned your smile.

"Welcome back, Jungkook,” you said.

"I'm back." Jungkook took your hand in his and the two of you walked hand in hand towards the house.

author’s note: finally all of them are together again! There are a few new characters introduced! Hope y’all like this part! Thank you for reading! Feedback is greatly appreciated! See you in the next part!

update: read the next part here.

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Too Sweet. Part 9- BTSVampire!au

Genre: Angst/ Fluff? (I’m sure there will be some elements of fluff eventually) / M(Mature themes) / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Yoongi X Jungkook X Vampire!au BTS

Type: Vampire!au

A/n: Hii~ It’s finally done! wow this is the first series I posted and I’m happy it’s getting so much love :3 ~❤️Sorry this took like two months😅 some scenes are from drabbles~

| INTRO I Pt. 1 I Pt. 2 I Pt. 3 I Pt. 4 I Pt. 5 I Pt. 6 I Pt. 7 I Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | Pt. 12 |

“Do you know what you’re asking? You’re asking me to illegally give her profile and records to you. Stop asking Lin, she’s not for sale.” 

That was the last conversation he had with Lin was a few days ago, he’s been pestering him constantly and he couldn’t take it anymore. He and Lin were great friends but the last thing he would do for him is give him access to his donors. Not a lot has happened since the gala, you were sentenced to stay away from Jungkook at all costs. That wasn’t hard because Jungkook wasn’t allowed to leave the ward downstairs.

“How is he?” Jin stood in front of the room Jungkook was in and the woman in charge of checking his vitals just sighed.

“I mean,” She contemplated her answer, “he’s fine Doctor but he keeps going on about his birth rights and other things. I asked Taehyung to come and talk to him but it didn’t do any good.” She cracked the door so Jin could peek in. Jungkook laid with crossed arms, his dark hair looking messy from sleep.

“Uh, okay thanks, you can get back to the lab.” She nodded and Jin walked into his inevitable fate, Jungkook. He glared.

“Good morning, Jungkook.”

“I’m not staying in here, I hope you know that.” Jungkook hissed.

“I hope you know that you don’t have a choice.” Jin sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him. “If you can’t control yourself, then yes, yes you are. What you did last night was way out of line, you know that don’t you? You know your condition and you know hers, yet you deliberately went against my wishes and put her life in danger. You’re lucky I haven’t called your father, he would kill you.” He was right about that, Jungkooks dad didn’t know about half the things that Jungkook does and that’s thanks to nonother than Jin.

Jungkook knitted his brows like a child. “The last time I checked I’m an heir to the head family, I’m entitled to any blood of my choosing, regardless of whatever condition she might have.”

“No, you’re not. Your condition doesn’t allow you to feed on just anyone, you are a threat to their lives.” Jin stood up and tapped his foot in annoyance. “And you know all of this.”

Jungkook chuckled, grinning like a fool. “Calm down hyung, she’s not dead. I made sure not to hurt her-”

Jin snapped. “She is HURT! She may be alive but you don’t know what could’ve happened.” Jin’s sudden outburst caught both Jungkook off guard, his expression went sort of timid. “She went into shock because of you and I had no choice but to bite her.” He sighed. “Do you even know how risky that was!? Taemin, the prince, bit her and that was enough to make her dizzy but you come along and feed like it’s the last meal you’ll ever get. There could be so much controversy from this, Dr. Jinyoung is just as nosy as Lin and I don’t need the CB Board on my back because of you.” Jin went up to Jungkook and took his collar in his hand, yanking him up. “Have you no shame?”

“Honestly...No, I don’t.” Jungkook was too snarky and he couldn’t stand it right now, he needed to get out of here before he said something he’d regret.

“I don’t have time for this Jungkook.” He released his collar and groaned in frustration. “I’ll be back. If you give anyone else a hard time you can forget about ever leaving this room.” Jin left the room, trying to run to the elevator before it closed. Luckily, Namjoon peeked out and put his hand in between the slowly closing doors. 

“Thanks.” Jin jogged, he sighed when Namjoon presses the button to take them to the top floor.

“So, how has your morning been?”

“Fine. Thanks for watching out for Jungkook last night with the boys, that was a big help.”

“No problem, someone had to do it. By the way, how did your call go? I didn’t get to hear much.” 

“Well-” He paused mid-sentence, giving him a look. “Wait, I never told you I was on a call last night, I didn’t even know I was supposed to have that call.” With the suspicious raise of Jin’s brow, Namjoon couldn’t keep a smile from creeping onto his lips, he had to confess. 

“Come on hyung, you can’t expect me to have the gift I have and not use it from time to time. I will admit, I listened in, is Lin serious about giving her a full examination and test feedings? I don’t even think that’s allowed...” 

“It doesn’t matter, he’s just sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Taemin invited us and Dr. Park Jinyoung to a luncheon with a few of the board members today, I am not looking forward to that.” He groaned, resting his hands in his white coat pockets.

“Yeah, well...Look at the bright side, you can claim medical need and family rights for her blood if it comes down to it.” Namjoon figured that if they tried to argue to get you, which they probably won’t, Jin had a dozen reasons why you didn’t need to leave his university.

“I only need one reason,” The doors opened, “she’s my student, I think that’s reason enough.”

Something was on your forehead, it kept tracing downward to follow the shape of your face. You tossed and turned until you got whatever was on you off, it got off for a few seconds but soon it was back. “Ah...” You swatted at whatever it was, turning on your side until you were on your stomach. Whatever it was it was very persistent and began touching your forearm. “Y-yoongi?...” 

“No bunny, not Yoongi.” He cooed, delicately brushing his fingers lightly over the apple of your cheek. 

Your eyes went wide and you looked back. “Taehyung?” You swallowed, quickly sitting up as he had an arm holding himself up on the other side of you.

“Yep, it’s me!” He smiled, getting closer to you than you were comfortable with. “You had quite an eventful day yesterday, huh? You must be exhausted.” He grinned, his face inching closer to you.

“Yeah, I guess.” You pushed him back and got out of bed, reaching for your robe that laid at the edge of the bed. You slid it on and began to walk to the door but Taehyung quickly pushed you to the ground and kind of sat on you so you couldn’t move.

“What the heck Tae? I don’t have time for this!–” You thrashed around but you went silent when he pressed a finger to your lips with a closed lip smile—what is he doing?

“Ah, ah, ah, I want to ask you something...” He had you immobile, quiet and all of your attention on him. His captivating, engrossing, and chilling gift left you voiceless. Those gelid fingers danced across your jaw slowly, painstakingly slow. You swallowed, your body’s way of attempting to relax you—this was pitiful; how could he have such hold on something as simple as a voice. It’s devilish.

“W-what’s that?” You stammered.

“What did Taemin say to you? I’m curious.” He sighed.

“Um,” You cleared your throat, eyes darting to the left before landing back on his eyes, you repeated. “What did he say?...” He nodded. “Well he said a lot of things, what’re you referring to?”

He shook his head, it was obvious that you were biting your tongue, trying not to say what he really wanted to hear. The more you resist, the more fun it will be for him to get it out of you. 

“Oh?” He smirked. “Let me refresh your memory then.” He brought his nose to graze over your tingling skin, your scars were fading nicely but he was on the hunt for one mark in particular. He made an audible sniffing noise. “Did Taemin bite you here? I imagine there was dialogue before that took place. Maybe something along the lines of?—” He suddenly grabbed your wrist and bit it. 

“Agh!” You cried out. His sharp ivory fangs felt like fire and ice, digging into your flesh like an animal, your whimpers and choked breathing excited him. As much as he enjoyed those sounds, you were crying out like he was murdering you, what’s with that? 

“Ugh-” He pulled back, teeth a tinge red when he laughed at the way you whined in frustration when he kept you from trying to roll away.

“So, what did he say before he bit you? I want to know bunny, tell me.”

“Why did you bite me so hard!-” You paused and blinked before opening your mouth to speak. “All he said was that he wanted to keep me, that’s all...And I dreamt about Yoongi, and we were...” Your words stopped when your hand flew to clamp over your mouth, you couldn’t allow yourself to reveal what you two had done in the dream. The dream that you knew Yoongi gave you.

“Uh, Okay...” He tilted no his head in confusion at your confession. “But see? Was it really all that hard? I was trying to be nice and just let you tell me but look what we resulted in. Bunny needs to learn to mind her manners when I ask her a question.” He got up and before he could help you up or say anything, you were scurrying to the door and running out.

“Yoongi told me he’s been linking his dreams with hers by accident, maybe they’re-” He saw you pulling your hair into a ponytail as if you had just gotten out of the shower(which you had) and hastily walking to the stairs. “Y/n?”

“Hi Jin, Namjoon. Bye.” You waved, in a hurry to get to the flight of stairs.

“Don’t go yet, I need to examine you first.” Jin ushered you over to his lab/study and you cursed yourself for not getting out of sight quick enough. You followed him steadily, knowing exactly where you were supposed to go. You went to the patient table in the small room that was in the far corner, you sat and waited. He and Namjoon walked up to you with there usual examination stuff, it was a procedure you’ve become accustomed to. You don’t know why Tae had bitten you this morning, it seemed kind of random—and that was saying something. 

“Do you feel okay?” Jin asked, writing on his clipboard before you could even respond.

“I feel fine.” Simple statements normally have the deepest meanings. Those strong urges to be with Yoongi had subsided, you assumed that maybe it was because he hadn’t fed on you lately. But even not feeding didn’t stop those perplexing dreams from occurring so frequently, almost too frequently. But today was different, Namjoon sat there smiling, he’s doing that mind thing again.

“Kindly refrain from meddling into my thoughts please...” You spoke softly, Namjoon was surprised, you were catching on quick.

“When it’s necessary, Kitten, I can’t help the urge.” Namjoon’s brow crooked at the thought he just read, he looked at Jin then back at you. Without acknowledging Namjoons warning look, Jin suddenly pulled your sleeve up, there was Taehyung’s bite wound pitifully covered by a bandage, he frowned. 

“Why did Taehyung feed on you so soon?” He thoroughly inspected the wound, somewhat thinking aloud.

“I don’t know.” How were you supposed to know why Taehyung bit you? For all you knew, they didn’t have set times to feed, they just did it when they were hungry or whenever they had a feeding cycle if the particular vampire even had feeding cycles. 

“You bled a lot, more than usual,” Jin commented, seeing that your bandage only partially hid the damage caused to your poor arm. “He bit you near the radial artery...Taehyung must be going into his feeding cycle.” Jin sighed, inspecting your neck for the bite wounds that had already vanished. 

“I’m gonna test your blood really quick.” The light pinch at the inside of your arm indicated he began taking blood, he only took one small vile before walking it back to his lab. Namjoon watched Jin walk out of the room and then his eyes landed on you. He dug into your dreams and found one that was rather interesting, from Yoongi’s perspective...

Sleeping seemed to be one of the most mesmerizing things you did, he could watch you for an eternity. Every calculated rise and fall of your chest had him gazing at you in wonder, how could a creature like yourself put him in such a state of fondness? Did it really matter? No, not in the slightest bit. You tossed a bit when he eased closer to you, so he could clearly look down at your face.

The urge to dive into your every thought, dream in fantasy was so tempting yet unfamiliar, it almost hurt. He wondered if this was a good idea, to finally bond on such a sensitive and intimate mental level. The few dreams that you had were shared with him, by accident. Since you spent so much time feeding with him, it was only natural that his mind and body wanted to attach to you.

He laid his hand on your shoulder and caressed down until he met your wrist, the wrist. The blood that flowed through the wrist favored something crisp and light, like an apple during the apex of the season. He never really bit you there because he preferred the raging fire, that was sweeter than honey that coursed through your neck and chest. It was like no other…the mere thought made him dizzy. 

“Y/n…” You were out cold, a slap in the face wouldn't have woken you up. When he determined that calling your name was a lost cause, he decided to exercise his right to feed on you now. He crawled up to the side of you, his knee making the side of the bed dip. Yoongi sighed, running his hand through your hair lovingly, delicately, like you were a glass doll. Everything about you perplexed him, yet, it all made perfect sense.

He brought his nose below your ear and inhaled slowly before exhaling warm air on the tender side of your neck. He pressed his lips against the skin briefly before biting into you. He was careful not to suck harshly, he silently drank your blood; but that’s when you started tossing. You felt an overwhelming warmth on your neck, it was damp and there was a dull burn that shadowed it.

“Ah-…ugh- Y-y-” You gasped, eyes shooting open in panic. You were about to scream just because you were utterly confused and scared, but you felt a hand cup the side of your face and rub his thumb gently on your cheek, Yoongi. At the realization of who it was, your worries were put to rest. And so, you laid with your eyes half-lidded and staring at him and then you started to whimper, or cry, he couldn’t tell but he immediately pulled away. “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?…” He was completely caught off guard and he just stared at you,

“No, you just surprised me…I just didn’t know you needed to feed, I’m sorry I would’ve given you some sooner…” You sat up and instinctively pushed back your hair.

“Don’t be sorry, if I need blood I’ll come to you…you should go back to sleep…” 

Dream end.

“That was...interesting.” He gave you a slightly perplexed expression. “Now, how long have those dreams been coming? Because you know that dream was a sign that you’ve created the first bond of his breed—but it’s odd that he hasn’t fed lately to.” Namjoon rubbed his temples, trying to ease the pain caused by using his power. Unfortunately, he’s the only one to endure physical pain from using his ability.

“I’ve had them for a few days now but never has the dream been so vivid like last night. I don’t know, I think it’s nothing...especially if he hasn’t even bitten me in the last 24 hours, I think it’s just in my head.” You blew it off, secretly since you didn’t want to rush into creating a bond with him, you were merely his medicine. 

“That’s a different mindset in comparison to how you thought about him a few days ago. It must be from the feedings yesterday...” He grazed your neck with his fingertips. “Besides, you seem different and you’re emitting a really sweet aroma, you smell better than you did before you were first bitten. This change has to be from Tae or could it be from Kookie? Maybe Jin...” He crossed his arms and leaned against the door. “Your blood is surprisingly balanced out.”

“Oh, that’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah, it’s a good thing, it means you have a good tolerance now, you’re robust and sturdy. Yet,” The corner of his lip crooked up in amusement, he began to walk towards you, a hand resting on lightly on your own. “you seem so fragile. You’re just a paradox y/n, you’re a combination of balance and imbalance, you never cease to intrigue me, Kitten. The guys all feel the same, there’s something about you and we can feel it. Your blood calls to us and some of us don’t have the will to resist its tantalizing call...” You swallowed, staring at his eyes as he read your completely and utterly blank mind.

“You’re blood is okay despite what happened last night.” Jin finally walked in with a small glass of what appeared to be water. “It’s actually hard to believe.” 

“Not really hyung,” Jimin peeked in and smiled when he caught eye contact with you, “if you would not have bitten her, she’d be in a bad place right now...” Your gaze fell to Jin and a warmth came to your cheeks, he bit you? You forgot about that. 

“Um...My memory is a little foggy, what happened last night?...” You questioned innocently and all eyes narrowed, you didn’t remember?

“You don’t remember?” Jimin tilted his head, he wondered if your sudden amnesia was Jins doing. “It’s probably better that way. But do you remember anything regarding Jungkook?”

“Yes...he convinced me to give him my blood and it hurt a lot...” Your spirits suddenly diminished, you twiddled your fingers as you recalled allowing such a terrible thing to take place. “Then it stopped hurting and I woke up in bed.” When you confessed they all looked at you. Jimin looked at Jin and Namjoon mirrored the same slightly confused expression.

“Really? Weird...But I’m not worried, it’s most probably just a symptom of the feeding from Jungkook.” He mentally cursed that bastard for messing you up. “This evening Prince Taemin and Dr. Jinyoung are coming to meet with me, they are really intrigued by you but don’t worry, you’re staying here.” He rubbed your shoulder and you smiled, his reassurance did little to really sooth your mind though, Namjoon wondered why—No matter what, you weren’t going anywhere.

“Hi Kookie~” He cooed, a playful glint in his eyes as the younger vampire watched him walk in with a jealous eye. “How are-”

“Get out, you smell like her.” Jungkook hissed, furrowing his brows at the scent of your blood now coursing through Taehyung’s body.

“You can smell it?” Taehyung giggles, his boxy smile showing adorably. “Well smell it all you want, sadly you can’t feed on her, especially since you made Jin hyung so upset...” Tae came over to sit on the edge of the bed, Jungkook glared at him. “I’m glad I’m not you, resisting blood like hers isn’t easy.”

“You shouldn’t be drinking from her either but hyung doesn’t say a thing to you.”

“I can drink from her because I have self-control, I’m not as young as you Jungkook I-”

Jungkook cut him off. “We're practically the same age Tae and we’re both hybrids. Is it the moon your feeding cycle is on?” Taehyung nodded. “Well, have fun.” Jungkook grumbled, sinking lower into his bed like a grumpy child.

“Don't worry, I’ll have enough fun for the both of us,” Tae smirked, ruffling Jungkook’s hair before leaving the room on a quest for someone to feed on.

“Tae, how’s Jungkook?”

“As good as you could expect.” He stretched his arms, watching as Jimin was minding his own business while he walked.

“Are you going to Y/N?” Taehyung asked, taking Jimin by surprise at the question—he was and Tae’s ability wouldn’t allow him to say otherwise.

“Well...I might, why?” Jimin tilted his head in curiosity.

“I fed on her earlier this morning, she’s feisty today...That’s all.” With that, Taehyung went on his own way, probably getting ready to suck the life out of some unsuspecting donor. But Jimin, on the other hand, was craving your blood in particular, and whether he would wait for you was a question he has yet to answer. 

–

“Y/n, hi! It feels like you’re missing in action these days!” Chaeson ran out of her class and gave you a big hug. “How are you?” 

“Hi, I’ve just been busy with school work and y’know...” You mumbled that last part, referring to your job to serve as food.

“The word going around is that Jin had to bite you, is that true?” Her expression was uncertain. It was like she was hoping it wasn’t true.

“Really?... Well, I mean, kind of.” You said shyly.

“Do you know how much of an honor that is? He doesn’t drink from donors, ever. It must’ve really been a big deal for that to happen. What happened?”

“To be honest, I really don’t remember, sorry. Last night was just very hectic, everything is back to normal.” You began to walk alongside her, hoping to eventually change the subject but she didn’t want to let it go.

“I don’t think things will ever be normal here. My mother told me that Jimin’s family is still on the hunt for his spouse, they want to make sure when he’s ready to take his place he has a partner.”

“Really? He can’t go out to choose his own wife?” 

“You didn’t know that? There are very few cases in his family that allow them to freely choose a spouse, they could soil their clean bloodline. Laws have recently changed but families want to keep their traditions.” 

“That’s sad...” You remembered saying that to Jimin when he explained the traditions to you.

“Yeah, but that’s life. I’ll see you later, I have a horseback riding lesson. See ya!” She ran off to her bedroom to get her riding attire and you aimlessly walked around in the school area. It was past lunch and you wondered if Yoongi was thinking about you, you wondered if you should go to him and give him some of your blood. Ever since the gala, you’ve felt off. It didn’t feel like a sickness, it was more of unfamiliarity with your own body. The longer you thought about it, the more you realized that something was changing—you just weren’t sure of what it was.

You thought you’d go and see what Jimin was up to so you went where he was a lot o the times, the music room. He sat at the piano of the music room, singing a melodic tone, his black and red shirt catching your attention instantly. In order not to disturb him, you walked cautiously towards him, your heart speeding up the more he sang. His voice was so soft and angelic, you smiled at the way he still hadn’t noticed you approaching.

“Jimin?” You called him and he flinched, bringing his hand to his chest and retracting his hands from the keys.

“Ah, you startled me Y/n.” He grinned, turning around to look at you. “Do you need something?”

“Um, kind of, I was just wandering around, you sound beautiful by the way…” You twiddled your fingers, finding that little habit adorable and he giggled slightly before standing to his feet.

“Thanks…” He smiled, grabbing your hand and touching your fingers teasingly. “So, you’re just wandering around?” He tugged you towards him, your torso coming closer to his face as his eyes drifted down your body instinctively.

“Yes…” You swallowed, stepping back a little bit.

“Y/n, you know the gift that I have, don’t you?” As he still sat on the piano stool he managed to swing around and face you directly—he had never looked so cute. You nodded your head slowly, wondering how he managed to entrance you so quickly, he placed his hands on your waist. “I’ve always wondered if it scared you…”

“Your abilities? Well, no…” You said that but he knew you weren’t sure of that. You have yet to experience the extent of his gift; how could you really say you’re not afraid of it? “Then can I show you? I’m kind of in the mood for blood…” You nodded and before you knew it you were in somewhere much more pleasant and private; your room. You were impressed by how nice and grand the donor bedrooms were, the rooms were fit for royalty. Of course, you hurt stood there awkwardly, as he made himself more than comfortable in your bed.

“As a descendant a hybrid of the ‘Lovers of Blood’ bloodline I have these tendencies, I can resist them a majority of the time but sometimes it’s just in my nature to do the things I do…” He beckoned you to come to sit beside him.

“I understand...But what exactly are those things?”

“Well, I sense and manipulate all aspects of love, of myself, creatures. Whether I  increase, decrease, cause or channel love,” He turned to cage you with his right hand on the bed beside you. “I can even take the emotional energy to a physical level if I really want it. It’s worse on the crescent moon, then I have to take my suppressant…” Suddenly he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, earning a small gasp from you—he really knew how to knock the life’s out of you even with the smallest gestures.

“Yes, I know, I’ve read about it...” You said with a shaky voice, even though you tried to keep your voice calm it was difficult when he brushed his lips against your skin, sending butterflies straight to your stomach.

“What’s you’re favorite color Y/n?” Jimin had that voice, his voice was almost like Taehyung but he had no supernatural ability to bend you to his will, he could just do it.

“I-I don’t know, it’s hard to choose…” He had managed to get you to lay flat against the bed and he left feathery, butterfly kisses all over your neck; you had to remind yourself that this was just what is kind does, this wasn’t something you needed to take personally.

“Do you like red?” He looked down at you, an almost innocent grin on your face, quite contrary to the situation arc hand. “Red looks lovely on you…” He caressed the bottom of your face, the tips of his fingers finding the button of your blouse.

“Red is nice…” You mumbled, your fingers trembling a little bit as you stared up at him, your eyes glued to his like you didn’t have a choice. He lowered his hand, tracing the curve of your chest before bringing his face near you, inhaling your scent.

“Do you mind if I bite you here?” That was interesting, rarely did they ask your opinion of where to bite you. “I know it can be painful for some, and not at all for others so I like to ask first…”

“U-um, t-that’s fine…” And so he bit you, emitting a soft groan from you. He, of course, went to cloud nine instantly, your blood had an intense effect on him and he giggled at the exhilarating effects you had on him. One of his arms went to rest on your waist while he held your hand with the other. Jimin’s abilities began to take an effect on you as well, it didn’t hurt anymore, it was more of a tickle. Your arms laid limp and you made a whining sound, urging him to press his mouth closer to avoid any uncomfortable movement. He pulled away and bit your neck suddenly, making your brows crease deeply. You felt him gently squeeze your hand, giving you a bit of comfort. After a good 5 minutes, he fell to the side of you, panting just as heavy as you were.

“Thank you…” He never forgets to thank you.

“You’re welcome…”

“Let’s make this quick.” 

That’s what Jin said before they pulled up to the palace. He walked side by side with Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi. They were all dressed formally and were prepared to converse with other university leaders and ambassadors. Yoongi, especially, wasn’t looking forward to it. For the mere fact that he just didn’t like to go out sometimes. They all were a little weary about leaving Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung at the University, but they’ll live.

“Welcome! Thank you all for coming!” Taemin announced as they all were seated accordingly. Jin sat beside Jinyoung and him beside Lin, Taemin at the head of the table. The dinner was served and the conversations started.

“So, Seokjin, how are you?” Taemin said cheerfully.

“I’m well, and you?”

“Fantastic. You know, I’ve been doing my research and I heard you have a 97% passing rate for your students, in academics and blood. That’s phenomenal...” He sipped his wine, grinning like the dashing prince he is. “My father has asked me to make sure I have sufficient donors who will supply me the proper nutrition for an extended time, I think it’s a hassle to look for them, they’re hard to come by.”

“Well, some are long-term donors and others are short-term, whether you like to alternate between blood or pick a partner is all about preference,” Jin responded eloquently.

“Jin, I’m just gonna say this,” Jinyoung added to the conversation. “That donor needs to be evaluated,” Jinyoung spoke this last part in a hushed tone. “Lin told me about her annual examination.”

Jin glared at Lin, he’s gonna kill him. 

“That’s out of line Lin and you know it. A donor is entitled to his or her privacy, her medical records are nothing to be tossed around.” Jin was getting a little annoyed and the boys could tell.

Lin gave him a pitiful expression. “I only told him that I tested her and that her blood is really special-”

“I don’t care.” He sounded stern. “Anything regarding y/f/n is classified information.”

“Is it really though?” Taemin cut in. “Because when I fed on her, which I have the right to do, I told her that I’ve taken quite a liking to her, I’m quite interested in her. In fact, I’m thinking about inviting her to spend a week with me.”

Namjoon furrowed his brow, Hoseok scoffed and Yoongi stiffened; his fist clenching instinctively at the insinuation of you being in Taemin’s presence for an extensive amount of time. Taemin was also apart of the Lover’s of Blood family and not that they weren’t to be trusted it was just they had a tendency to take what they want.

“I’m sure she’d be flattered but I speak for her when I say I’m going to have to decline, she needs to focus on her studies.”

“Jin, Jin, Jin...All students need to focus on their studies but some have gifts that need not be ignored.” Taemin glanced at Yoongi. “But uh, I can see you haven’t been ignoring it entirely.”

“What’re you insinuating?” Jin shot back.

“I’m not insinuating anything, I’m just saying she serves her duty as a donor to those you seem to deem worthy, and I just don’t think that’s necessarily fair.” 

“You don’t have to,” Jin smirked, “you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because she’s not yours. She is a human donor under my supervision, which means she belongs to my university...Sorry Taemin, but she’s not for sale.”

“Who said anything about buying? She’s not property.” A baffled look came over Jin’s face; by the way, Taemin was talking, people would think otherwise. “I’m merely interested in her blood, take it as an innocent curiosity...But if you don’t want her doing this then I respect that. Say hi to my cousin for me.” Taemin left the table to go speak with the man beside him and Jinyoung side-eyed him a bit.

Everyone involved in this conversation knew his intentions weren’t innocent, he was a prince in high power and no wasn’t a word he was fond of hearing. This wasn’t the last of him and Jin knows it. The night continued and Jin's worry for your wellbeing increased, he knew this would happen. Years ago, before Jin was even born, there was one case with a donor where she fell so deeply in love the vampire she fed that she’d try to draw blood in her own accord. She’d hurt her self and shed blood just so the vampire would feed. She was obsessed. It hasn’t happened in a long time but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible, and that scared him.

“Is he serious?!” Hoseok began fiddling with his tie to take it off as he got out of the car. “Could he make it any more obvious?” 

Jin mumbled. “I don’t think he could.”

“I know,” Namjoon exited the car, “he’s got it bad for her, one taste and now he’s hooked...” Namjoon scoffed. The four of them were a little suspicious onto why it seemed so nice and peaceful, students were hanging out and everything seemed orderly—It has to be a trap. 

While everyone went on their way Jin went to his study, he thought he’d do a little reading before turning in. Namjoon had an observation paper for the donor rehabilitation center to write. Yoongi went to his bedroom while Hoseok went to check up on Jungkook. Hoseok made his way down to the ward where he found Jungkook, mindlessly tossing a red ball in the air with a bored expression on his face. He’d be meddling into something mischievous by now but he was here, with no escape.

“Hyung, how nice of you to join me.” Jungkook cut his eyes to Hoseok, a slight smirk on his face as he lay tossing the rubber ball. “I’m being punished, as you can see.” He sighed, his tone a bit pouty.

“Yeah, I see. But Jungkook, I have no sympathy for you, and your little manipulation game isn’t going to work if you think you’re gonna escape. Jin will probably never let you out of here.” He laughed.

“Hey.” Jimin walked in, he grinned at Hobi before he laid a sympathetic eye on Jungkook. “How’re you holding up Kookie? You look pitiful.” 

“How do you think I’m holding up? I got a taste of heaven on earth yesterday and now I’m being forced to stay in here. And I can smell her on all of you!” He threw the ball at the ball in frustration and quickly that ball came flying back to hit him in the eye. “Ah!” He cried out, cursing that stupid rubber ball. They all erupted in a fit of laughter 

“Shut up.” He hissed.

“Where’s Taehyung?” Hoseok asked suddenly, noticing that he wasn’t with his best friend look he most probably would be.

“I don’t know, but he keeps leaving a trail everywhere he goes. Last time I checked he was in the feeding hall looking for a donor...” Jimin plopped down at the edge of Jungkook’s bed, laying back adorably. “Poor girl, whoever he chose...”

“He didn’t manage to trap Y/n?”

“No, she’s hanging with one of her friends.”

“Oh, that’s good I guess.” He mumbled.

Jungkook glanced at Jimin then at Hobi, Maybe he can work some of his magic...

“Hyung.” Jungkook looked at Hoseok and smiled a little. “You have healing energy, you know that Y/n is fine and so am I, right?”

“Uh,” Hoseok knitted his brows, “maybe...why?”

“Then I don’t need to be in here! All you have to do is-”

“It’s not going to work Jungkook, so just give it up.” Jin walked into the room, a clipboard in hand and the instruments he needed to administer Jungkook’s medicine. “Pull up your sleeve.” He instructed.

“Jimin, have you seen Y/n? Is she okay?” Jin looked at Jungkook’s arm and tapped his syringe a few times, to make sure the liquid was leveled.

“Yeah, she’s fine, I think she was with a friend.” He grumbled, observing the thin needle enter the pale skin on Jungkook’s arm, drawing the blood from his visible veins.

“That’s good...” It was nice to know that you were doing normal student stuff like hanging with friends. As he drew Jungkook’s blood he was reminded of Yoongi, how is Yoongi? He wasn’t very talkative tonight, not that he normally is, but he seemed a bit off. “Does anyone know if Yoongi has fed or not? Jimin have you given him any of your blood?”

“Me?” Jimin tilted his head a bit, his tone turning soft. “No, he hasn’t asked for any...” 

“He hasn’t fed from Y/n in a while either, he’ll need to make sure he’s getting enough nutrients-”

“Ow!” Jungkook hissed, brows creasing at the burning sensation on his arm. “That hurt...” He was accustomed to the medicine but his human instincts took hold of his senses suddenly. 

“I don’t want to hear it Jungkook, we do this all the time. This is a new drug though, Namjoon helped me formulate it last night. It’s designed to suppress the craving for Y/n’s blood significantly, you can still smell it but the thought of drinking it would be repulsive.” Jin worked on the medicine with Namjoon all night and it was only a small dosage but it was really just a test run that he hopes works—fingers crossed. “It’s the safest thing for the two of you right now, I’m not even sure what kind of symptoms shes enduring or from who.”

“You bit her too...hyung?” Jungkook crooked his brow, he knew that already.

“Yes, for her wellbeings sake, she was going into shock and her heart rate skyrocketed. Honestly, I don’t know what would’ve happened if I left her like that,” Jin spoke in a matter of fact tone, “as a doctor, I had to do something.” Instead of enduring criticism from his inferior, he decided to go back to his book, a good book was just the right thing to destress him right now. There was a lot on his mind, Taemin, Yoongi, Jungkook, pretty much everyone was on his mind. He ran a successful university, his record was clean and all of the donors from his university are entitled to privacy and personal lives, he took pride in that. Your blood was doing things to everyone and he has to find a way to get it under control.

“Y/n, come quick!” Hoseok beckoned you to come as he disappeared behind the corner. You were sitting at the TV with Chaeson but you bolted up and she could barely register when you ran off towards Hoseok.

“What is it? What happened?” You ran behind him, concern and panic in your tone. You went to stand behind him, everyone, excluding Taehyung and Jungkook, stood over Yoongi. Your heart fell to the floor, he was sweating buckets and thrashing his head slowly from side to side, he was breathing heavy too. His hair was slightly damp and he moaned as if he were in pain. His white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned and the skin on his chest was as white as snow.

“W-what...What happened?...” You stood there like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what to do.

“Everyone please step back, give him some space,” Jin said, feeling Yoongi’s slowed pulse. “Y/n, come here...” Jin grabbed your arm to pull you to stand right next to him. “Give him some of your blood.” He gestured to Yoongi, you swallowed.

“But-...But he’s not awake...” You were suddenly kind of afraid to do anything. 

“His reflexes will respond Y/n, just do it now.” Namjoon sounded a little harsh but you knew it was just because he was worried, you were worried too. You mustered up as much courage as you could and lowered your wrist to his mouth, your heart now beating out of your chest, his lips barely grazed your skin. “Give him your neck Y/n! Stop freaking out and just do it.” Hoseok shouted at you.

“Guys give her a break, she’s just as new to this as we are...” Jimin defended you, urging them to lay off. “She’s just scared...Y/n, he responds better to the blood in your neck, that’s all...” They just watched you two. You inhaled deeply before unbuttoning a bit of your shirt and bringing the crook of your neck to his lips, you sat crouched over him as Jin gently lifted Yoongi’s head for his lips to meet your skin. When his body registered that it was a neck coursing with delicious blood he languidly bit into you and you almost screamed.

“J-Jin...I- it h-hurts...It’s never hurt this much before...” You held back tears and Jin was laser-focused on you two, he had to watch this very carefully, Yoongi’s brows were furrowed and he drank painstakingly slow. He was able to let go of Yoongi’s head, now you struggled to keep your body above him, your arms were trembling. The more he moved his head from side to side his teeth would shift a bit, it tugged at your skin painfully and you found it hard to stay up. When your body seemed to get closer to his he whimpered, making the most innocent sound he’s ever made, the droplets of sweat began to disappear from his brow—just a little bit more...

“Yoongi, open your eyes, it hurts...” You whispered, almost whining obnoxiously into his ear and that’s when his lashes began to flutter, he was trying to wake up but he was going in and out of it. For someone who could barely hold on to their consciousness, he was latching on really hard.

“Come on Yoongi, snap out of it old man.” Hoseok gave Yoongi a word of encouragement and soon Yoongi began to grasp his consciousness but barely. A familiar warmth, not too hot not too cold, the neck he was drinking from was yours of course. He could feel you were hurting, that was odd because his bites never hurt this much but right now you were in tears. He gained mobility in his arms and brought them to your waist, trying to help you keep yourself up. He dug his teeth further into you, sucking more and more—your blood was so sweet and rich, he could die tasting it. 

“Ah...” He slowly pulled away, eliciting a hiss from you. He was licking your blood from his lips and trying to clear up his vision. “What’s going on?...” He sounded out of breath when he abruptly pushed your body off of him and you ended up tumbling off the bed and to the floor. “Ouch!” 

He surveyed his room, seeing everyone just staring at him. He barely registered that you fell to the floor, whining at the pain on your neck, and the fact that he just pushed you to the floor. 

“Yoongi, when was the last time you had her blood?” Jin crossed his arms, now ready to scald him since he’s awake.

“A few days, I had a little bit of animal blood yesterday...” He peeked over the edge of the been to see you rubbing your knee gently.

“You know animal blood doesn’t agree with you. All of this could’ve been avoided.” Jin scolded him. He knew he should’ve made sure you two had your feeding sessions daily, Yoongi could’ve been in a bad situation. All he could think about was when Yoongi used to be in excruciating pain for days because his body rejected the blood. 

“H-hey, you just pushed me to the freaking ground.” You threw your arm over the ledge and climbed up to sit on the bed. “Yoongi.” 

“Sorry.” He furrowed his brows when he saw you trying to climb back on the bed, he didn’t know what was happening but all he knew was that he’d need some more of your blood. 

“Let’s go to my office.” Jin grabbed your arm and gently pulled you away, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon followed suit.

Meanwhile...

“Taehyung? What’re you doing?” Jimin watched Taehyung sit on the banister railing, a wicked grin on his lips as he kicked his feet back and forth.

“My second meal just passed out, she’s no good when I can’t taste the shrill in her blood.” He chortled, scratching the back of his neck a bit. “I’m kind of tired now...” Taehyung groggily got down from the banister and walked sleepily to Jimin.

“I can smell Y/n, her blood smells tainted...Jungkook really messed up a good thing.” He squinted as if to analyze something. “Well, I think I’m going to take a nap.” He strolled off, probably not intending to rest but Jimin left him alone.

Jimin left him with thoughts of going to you, he was wondering if you were able to feed Yoongi after what happened. He had a good feeling that Taemin would want to feed on you but he never would’ve thought that Jungkook would be able to get you. Jimin seemed to be the only person who felt sympathy for you, although, he viewed you as a source of food just like everyone else, he still felt for you. He knew Jungkook was probably bored out of his mind so he decided to go and keep him company for the time being.

“Maria, how is he?” Jimin approached the scientist who was in charge of checking vitals.

“Rowdy, I checked on him a few minutes ago.”

“I think I’ll go keep him company.”

“Be careful, he’s been using his little manipulative thing lately.” She warned him. “I don’t know why he’s so difficult today...” She grumbled, walking off to another office with her clipboard at her side. With her warning in mind, he approached Jungkook’s room door and just as he was about to go in he saw you. You were walking to Jin’s office with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Out of sheer curiosity, he ran to follow behind you all.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Jimin?-” You glanced back and saw Jimin following behind you, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Before you could respond Jin directed you to sit up on the patient table along with Yoongi. By the looks of the bite marks on your neck, Yoongi must’ve finally fed on you. 

“Jimin, could you shut the door?” Jin ignored the question Jimin asked and he obliged by shutting the door. “Thanks.” Jin was focused on sticking Yoongi with the Iv and then going to you to draw some of your blood.

“I’m sure someone's gonna fill me in on what’s happening,” Jimin spoke sarcastically, queuing Hoseok to pulling him to the corner to explain.

“I don’t really understand it but their bond was starting to grow but I think Jungkook’s venom is interfering with it. It’s the weirdest thing, her blood still tastes good and she seems to be in her right mind.” Namjoon walked over to join the conversation.

“But she kept going on about how Yoongi’s feeding hurt, ever since they started all of this I thought she had become immune to a lot of the side-effects of his venom...”

“Namjoon, come here,” He drew just one vile of blood and bandaged your arm, “test her blood for me.” Jin handed Namjoon the vile and sent him off to the lab. “Oh, and you get Yoongi’s prescription.” Namjoon nodded and he was off; that left Jimin and Hoseok to watch you and Yoongi while Jin did something on the computer.

“Hey...You okay?” Yoongi looked at you with an expression of concern on his face, you grinned at his worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You were really going on something though, you bit me really hard...” You tried to lay your upper body on the table but he grabbed your waist to get you to sit upright back beside him. 

“I know.” With the IV still in his arm, he managed to pull you towards him. “It hurt me too. When you’re uncomfortable I feel it too...” He reminded you, his hand going up to caress the back of your hair lightly. 

“That’s not my fault,” You shied away from his touch, “you were the one avoiding me for the last few days and giving me those...Dreams. You even told me that they were an accident a few times, but you never gave me an explanation onto why our minds kept linking up like that...”

“I don’t know why it happens, it just does. If I did I would tell you and when I can control it, I always make sure they’re bearable and pleasant. At least I don’t really alter your personal dreams...” To be completely honest, he didn’t understand it either. You were the first person he felt attached to, he wanted to be close but he wanted to know why, why did he want you so much? Of course for your blood, your fragrance, your company wasn’t bad either. As you two went back and forth in your conversation, Namjoon came back with a sheet of paper and you're vile of blood.

“Hyung, here you go,” Namjoon whispered something to Jin before sitting on the rolly stool.

“So, hyung,” Namjoon crossed his arms and smiled. “Are you present in all of the dreams you give her?” He was talking to Yoongi and you almost laughed, Yoongi’s expression was almost emotionless.

“Why?” He deadpanned.

“It’s for scientific reasons hyung, don’t get defensive about it. The first sign of intimately creating a mental link in your bloodline is connecting on the dream realm-”

“I know what it is.” Yoongi was starting to get annoyed by the fact that Namjoon was educating him about his own family. “And it doesn’t matter.”

“Take this.” Jin handed him two white pills, these are the pills he took before he discovered he could have your blood, it helps take away the body pains, headaches and any other painful symptoms of his condition. “I think I know what’s happening to you.” Jin grabbed the paper he was writing on earlier and handed it to you, there were a bunch of scientific terms and problems you didn’t quite understand.

“Y/n’s blood is rejecting both Jungkook and Yoongi’s venom because you were in the midst of creating a bond with her when he bit her. Usually, to the human body, Vampire venom is registered as a normal substance to the body like IV saline or blood, acting like a natural drug in a way. So what happens is that her blood essentially is confused on which venom to be okay with and so the antigens, which are the white blood cells and immune system, treat both venoms as if it were a pathogen, also known as a virus causing organism.” He turned to look at you.

“Yoongi here isn’t used to blood that’s so heavily tainted, the mixing of venom and scent can make him ill or it might do nothing. In this case, he’s just having one of the little episodes that he used to have because of your blood. I think my venoms dulling a few your symptoms Y/n. But anyone who bites you is gonna hurt a little more than normal but that’s just because you’ve been bitten quite a lot lately.”

“Ah-” Suddenly Yoongi held his hand against his forehead, feeling a throbbing pain there; his eyelids were getting heavy and he felt dizzy. “Y/n.” He grabbed your wrist, about to bite your shoulder but Jin surprisingly got up to pull you away from Yoongi. You stood beside Namjoon and Hoseok and you had never seen him give Jin a look like that.

“What the hell.” Yoongi spat bitterly.

“I think you two should hold off on feeding for at least an hour or two.” Jin was kind of taken aback, Yoongi was normally very tame so when he hissed like that everyone kind of looked at him weirdly. “It might interfere with your medication, you need to let your body calm down first.”

He furrowed his brows. “It won’t interfere with anything.”

“It might.”

“It won’t Jin. Y/n come here.” Yoongi stood up and extended his hand, naturally, you tried to grab it but Jin pushed your hand down—he was really serious about this.

“Yoongi, I’m serious, take it easy.” Jin crossed his arms and smirked a little, he found it funny that he actually had to discipline Yoongi in a way, but Yoongi wasn’t happy about it at all.

Jimin tried to make light of the situation. “Yeah, hyung, let yourself recover-”

Oddly, Yoongi closed his eyes and knitted them as if he were in pain—what is he doing? His breathing was gentle and your eyes were fixated on him in curiosity; you figured out what he was doing when you unconsciously stumbled back into Hoseok with a sudden fatigue—this is new, you thought.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He held your forearms and tried to get you to stand on your own but your stance was unstable.

“I don’t know...” You scrunched up your face in discomfort, you felt similar to the way your head felt when Yoongi drank from you for the first time.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jimin quickly came to hold you up by your upper arms, he gently pushed back your hair and inspected your face. “Jin, what’s happening?”

Yoongi.

“Yoongi.” Jin glared at him. “What’re you doing?”

Yoongi slowly opened his eyes to look at you, this is exactly what he wanted. He had never done it before but he has the ability to lull others to sleep, its a lot easier when he knows the person like he knows you. He had once trapped you in REM sleep and it wasn’t that difficult, you never noticed or brought it up.

“S-sorry, I just feel diz- d-...” You passed out, falling limply into Hoseok’s arms. He and Jimin hastily picked you up to lay you on Jin’s couch.

“What was that?!” Jin shot at Yoongi, rushing over to feel your forehead, your body temperature was fine. “What did you do?” 

“She needs rest, doesn’t she?” He scoffed. “I just gave it to her.” He quipped, getting up to walk over to you and that caused Jin to step in front of him. “Relax, can I not touch her face?” He frowned, walking past Jin to stand above you, you looked peaceful; he cupped the side of your jaw and tilted your head to the side to see Jimins bite wound still there.

“Hyung, have you ever done that before?” Jimin grabbed his arm before the older vampire could leave the room. “Put someone to sleep?...”

“No.” He spoke impassively, not caring to continue the conversation any longer. With little explanation for putting you to sleep, Yoongi left the room. He wasn’t gonna lie, he was pretty unsettled by the fact that Yoongi had the ability to force others to sleep. 

“That’s the Yoongi I remember from the old days.” Namjoon chuckled. “He’s getting bold.”

“Yeah, did he just defy you?” Hoseok offered the idea that Yoongi was in a sense rebelling, the two of them weren’t far in age. Yoongi was in a position just as authoritative as Jin but he had never been at the health that would allow him to exercise his power.

“It’s just the symptoms, Y/n is like drugs for him, it might be withdrawal. Take her to her room and when she wakes up to have her eat something filling.” Jin left to take care of somethings and left you in the care of Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin.

“Well, wasn’t that interesting.” Namjoon came to look down at you, you were out cold. “She’s out cold.”

Hoseok was still a little shocked, Yoongi just showed a presence other than slothful. “He’s so cranky though. He’s normally not so brute, Y/n must really be doing something for him.” He sat on the arm of the chair and glanced at you.

“Namjoon hyung, you understand these type of situations, explain.” Jimin looked at Namjoon.

“Think about it, if you had a constant migraine and your medicine was just taken from you, how would you feel?” They had to think about it, they forget Yoongi that Yoongi still lives with his condition. Yoongi never really expressed a lot of emotion or made a point to emphasize his abilities. 

“I guess I never thought about it that way.” Jimin thought about it, wondering how Yoongi might’ve been feeling.

“Help me take her to my room.” Hoseok scooped you up. “One of you get the door please.” Namjoon opened the door and Jimin followed them to the room. On the way there Jimin caught the eye of Jungkook’s room and the door was cracked—did he get out? Jimin ran off to see what was going on and he sighed when he peeked into the room to see Jungkook furrowing his brows in pain.

“Hurts...” He rolled onto his back, groaning in discomfort; immediately, Jimin came to his aid.

“Jungkook, what hurts?” At the sound of Jimin’s voice, his eyes opened.

“Hyung, hyung, I can’t smell her blood anymore, what the hell did he give me?...” He whined grabbing Jimin’s sleeve. “I can’t drink that animal blood...I ate dinner earlier but I need blood...” 

“You had plenty of blood yesterday, remember? That’s why you’re in here.” Jimin had to giggle a little, Jungkook looked so pitiful and sad. “You hurt Y/n.”

“She’s alive, that means something...But Yoongi hyung,” He scoffed, “his venom is coursing through her body, it tastes like warm sharp wine or something...You’ve probably noticed.” He scrunched his nose in disgust, your blood tasted amazing but it was all he wanted to taste, not Yoongi too.

“Yeah, but every human gets like that. It’s like the heart is working overtime to pump more blood and it gets rich in flavor for a short period of time...” Jimin looked down at Jungkook and for some reason, this innocent facade was making him uneasy. Jungkook’s eyes had a starry look to them, he was gazing up at the ceiling and sighed. He had an epiphany, he had a two for one deal, he could get some blood and distract Jimin so he could try to escape. Jimin had some of the safest blood on this planet, anyone with any condition could safely drink from him. Although, it wasn’t suggested that Vampires drink from if it's not for a special condition but it doesn’t mean it’s prohibited. He really wasn’t gonna drink any, just use it as a means of distraction. “Hyung, do me a favor...” He grinned.

“What?”

“Lean closer...” Jungkook beckoned him to lean closer.

“Yes?-” Jungkook grabbed his wrist and bit into his forearm like a ravenous animal.

“Agh!” Jimin hissed at the sudden searing burn caused by Jungkook’s fangs digging into his flesh. “Jungkook! Stop-” Jungkook had latched onto his arm with his mouth and both hands, sucking vigorously before Jimin pushed him off. He had a coy smile on his face. When he pulled away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Jimin had to steady himself, Jungkook bit so suddenly it sort of knocked the wind out of him.

“W-what the hell?” Jimin frowned. “Do you wanna die?” He threatened through gritted teeth. He watched the bite wound on his arm drip steadily with his blood.

“Sorry hyung, but thanks.” While Jimin was distracted Jungkook bolted out of the room with a plan to find you. Since the drug prohibited him from being able to smell your scent or crave it so he had to use his good’ole human instincts and look for you. He was wearing a pajama set and no shoes, he looked a little crazy. He really wasn’t craving your blood but he did want to see you, even if no one wanted him to. He was convinced—your blood needs him...

He let go of the girl's neck and wiped the blood from his mouth. “Night, Lavender...” He had that nickname for one of his usual donors, he called her lavender because of her gray almost purple eye color. She was at the end of her first year as a donor and Taehyung found her blood rather satisfying. Of course, nothing could compare to the taste of your blood, he’d take that over anything but he knew his limitations. There she laid, completely unconscious from the loss of blood and exhaustion; feeding Taehyung was not for the faint of heart. The nurses knew that when Tae brought a donor to his room they’d have to bring the donor to the patient room to bring them back to health. Sometimes, he’d absentmindedly feed until it sickened, doing that could hurry and end his feeding cycle.

Since he was satisfied and thinking clearly, he decided to see what everyone was up to. Taehyung walked into Jin’s bedroom, seeing you still sleeping soundly on the bed. He had gone to his room for a nap but he wondered why it was so quiet when he arose. “Where’s Jin Hyung? And why is it so quiet?” He rubbed his eyes adorably.

“He had a business call to take, he told us to wait until she wakes up so she can eat a meal,” Hoseok said from the couch, laying there with his phone in his hands. “Where have you been?”

“With Lavender, she passed out a while ago though...” He smiled at the thought.

“How are you feeling? You didn’t get someone to resign as a donor, have you?.” Namjoon spoke from the chair in the corner, placing a hand on the page of the book he was reading.

“No.” He responded in almost a childish tone. “What happened to her?...She smells like Yoongi hyung...”

“Oh, that’s right, you weren’t there when he performed his new little ability. He put her to sleep with his mind, I guess their bond gave him control of her consciousness a little bit...” Namjoon knew that Yoongi had a great deal of supernatural ability but he’s never seen those abilities in action. 

“He put her to sleep?...” Taehyung walked up to your sleeping form and combed through your locks gently.

“I wouldn’t touch her if I were you,” Hoseok warned, “he’s in one of his moods.” And if Yoongi didn’t want anyone waking you, if anyone did they would have to take it up with him.

“I’m not worried about him hyung. I can wake her up...” He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at you. “I thought I was full but looking at her has brought back my appetite. Bunny...” His hand traveled down your waist to your thigh and smiled at the way you shifted at his movements. “Wake up for me, Tae wants to suck on your blood and he wants you awake and making those cute little- Agh!” Namjoon pulled him by his ear and away from you. 

“Lay off Tae, wait until she wakes up on her own.” Namjoon went to sit back down and continue his job as guardian of you. 

“Fine.” He pouted, laying on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m gonna kill you Jungkook!” Jimin was currently running after Jungkook and catching up fast. Jimin had disregarded the pain on his arm in order to catch Jungkook before he got into more trouble. He tackled Jungkook to the floor.

“Get off of me!” Jungkook thrashed around, trying to get away from Jimin’s grasp, Jimin wasn’t letting up though. Jungkook managed to stand up but Jimin pulled him back. Suddenly Jin walked out of his room with an annoyed expression.

“What are you two doing? I was on a call-” Jin looked down at him. “What’re you doing outside of your room?” Jungkook stood to his feet and ran up to Jin.

“I’m not staying in that damn room! There’s nothing wrong with me!” Jungkook was sick and tired of Jin trying to keep him from you when clearly, you were still alive and well; sort of. “You’re keeping me there like I have some infectious disease and I don’t! You gave me some shitty drug that makes her blood undetectable so how could I even hurt her!? I’m sick of it and I’m going to my room!” There were a few students leaving the research lab but they got out of dodge when they saw the scene taking place in the hallway.

Jin sighed. “I am not arguing with you anymore. If you won’t go to the testing lad then fine, go to your room.” Jin began to walk off and Jungkook followed him. “I don’t have time to deal with your shit.” Jin had better things to do than argue with an angry hybrid but Jungkook wasn’t finished.

“Yoongi feeding on her is risky too but you encourage it, you have a fucking double standard. I drank from her once and you’re freaking out for no reason. I know what your problem is, you knew if I drank on her nothing would happen but you only want the people you see suitable to have her. You let Yoongi suck the life out of her and everyone has to deal with it but it’s not fair! I am just as entitled to her blood as Yoongi, maybe even more so.” Jungkook glanced at the room you were in and Jin frowned. “Her blood wants me and you know it...” He smirked. “And that scares you, hyung”

Jin inhaled and exhaled slowly—you can’t kill him, you can’t kill him, Jin chanted in his mind. “Jungkook, I suggest you go back to your room-” He paused, catching a whiff of Jimin’s blood. “Jimin? Did you bite Jimin?” 

He gave Jungkook a dirty look. “Yeah, he did...” Jimin showed him the wound and Jin’s chest began to boil with anger.

“You never got permission to feed on him, you’ve only had his blood once before, your body isn’t accustomed to Vampire blood.” Jin glared at Jungkook, he was really trying his luck. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

Yoongi suddenly came from behind a corner and saw the commotion that was going on but simply ignored it and went to his intended destination. Without a word, Jin left Jungkook and so did Jimin; they were both more concerned about your wellbeing right now. Just because they walked away didn’t mean Jungkook was just gonna sit there, he followed them into the room as well.

When he opened the room door he saw all of the boys in the room, waiting for you to wake up. Tae was laying on the edge of the bed, Namjoon on the chair and Hoseok on the couch, all anticipating you waking up. “Is she okay?” Jin walked over to see that you weren’t awake yet. 

“Yeah, she tossed around a few times but she still hasn’t gotten up yet.” Namjoon was patiently waiting but everyone else was getting antsy and anxious—they had never seen this kind of power used on a donor before.

Namjoon watched how Yoongi stood above you, his eyes squinting as he scrutinized your small form. “Yoongi, this is your first time doing this but do you know if she’ll wake up on her own? She’s been out for a few hours now and if you wake her suddenly it might not go too well.” 

“I don’t know...” He didn’t force any dreams on you and your mind wasn’t running rampant on its own, you were just simply sleeping. Taehyung watched like a curious child, seeing older PureBloods use their abilities is always fascinating. 

“Poor some cold water on her, that’ll wake her up.” Taehyung giggled, Yoongi glared at him. Unbeknownst to Taehyung, Yoongi would probably break his neck if he did that to you in his presence.

“Unless you want to get punched out by her when she wakes up I wouldn’t do that.” Namjoon knew from experience that you weren’t the most forgiving when it came to stuff like that.

“Well, she needs to wake up so she can eat and I can check her vitals and see if the suppressant worked. Wake her up gently.” Jin looked at Yoongi to do something but he wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Let me wake her up.” Jungkook pushed past his hyungs to stand above you as well. They actually weren’t pulling him away, since they were all here to put him into place if he tried something.

“And how are you gonna do that?” Yoongi looked at Jungkook in a threatening way, his tone low and intimidating. Jungkook ignored his hyung and his hands went to your face, moving it to the side so that you somewhat faced him. 

Jin didn’t know about this. “Jungkook, if you hurt her in any way-”

“I’m just gonna wake her up. I swear that’s all.” He quipped. Jungkook was seemingly just looking at you but he was really using his confusing little gift. He has the ability to manipulate hidden aspects of the mind, he’s never done it to someone who was asleep but he could try. He can arrange memories as one desires, awaken secrets and information hidden deep in the subconscious, and give shape to emotions or thoughts hidden inside the mind. He can also erase what resides in the subconscious if he really wants to. He shut his eyes and went to work.

He couldn’t read what you were thinking but he could try to force you to think a certain way, or at least that’s what he assumed he couldn’t do. The longer Jungkook took, the more silent the room got and tension was building. 

He was trying to wake you with a good memory or something but it was harder than he thought, you were still asleep. He decided to scrap that idea and manipulate your emotions—fear, maybe? That would surely wake you up.

“Her heart rate is speeding up.” Jimin thought aloud as he peeked over at you. Your eyebrows knitted tightly and tears began to stream down your cheeks, you were starting to cry.

“Whatever you’re doing to her, you need to stop. Now.” Jimin grabbed Jungkook shoulder but it was like he was in a different place. “Jungkook.”

“Ah!” You cried in agony before your eyes opened. “P-please-” Suddenly, you shot up in a fit of tears, pushing Jungkook’s hands off you and bringing your hands to your face. “Ah...” You brought your knees to your chest and rocked back and forth—They were all pissed, especially Yoongi.

“I’m gonna kill you little brat! What the hell did you do to her?” Yoongi pushed him away from you and he suddenly regrets even being okay with Jungkook waking you. He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he gave Jungkook a look that was the equivalent of a punch in the face. “Somebody talk to him before I kill him...” Yoongi mumbled as he gently pried your hands from your eyes and began whispering to you things that only you could hear. They were words of comfort but you weren’t hearing it. You put your hands on your ears and scrunched up into a ball. He was about to walk around the other side of the bed and pulverize the kid but he was in no condition to physically fight him right now.

Jin immediately came and pulled Jungkook away from your sight. “Why did I even let you- Come here, what did you do?!” Jin took him out of the room and waited for Jungkook’s explanation as he angrily tapped his foot.

Jungkook remained nonchalant as always before simply answering. “She’s fine, I just influenced her emotions a little bit.” He scratched the back of his head with a slight pout. “You should be proud, I’ve never done it to someone unconscious-”

“Proud?!” Jin didn’t even know how to respond to that, Jungkook used his power to scare you awake and he was looking to be praised? “I let you wake her up, which was a mistake on my part, and you decided that the most gentle emotion to invoke was fear?” Jin smacked the side of Jungkook’s head before grabbing him and dragging him upstairs to their living quarters, Jungkook needs a firm talking to. While they were bickering outside the door the boys were trying to calm you down.

“Y/n, it’s okay...” Tae cooed lovingly, trying to calm you as well he crawled up to hug you. “Shh, don’t be scared, we’re not here to hurt you bunny...” He pets your head lightly but you were still in disarray.

“W-what happened? I feel scared a-and I-I don’t understand why...” You wiped at your cheeks and stared at all of them.

“It’s okay, Jungkook just woke you up.” That explains it—Jimin came to sit on the edge of the bed and you felt calm knowing that none of them were responsible for your disheveled state. “He forced you awake by using that emotion, we shouldn’t have let him do it, we thought he was gonna be gentle.” Jimin gave you an apologetic expression.

“Oh...” You sighed, still a little confused. Taehyung hugged you from the side affectionately and Yoongi crooked his brow. You looked at him and he pushed Taehyung towards Jimin so he was no longer hugging you.

“Move.” He pushed Tae away from you and towards Jimin.

“Hyung! I was trying to help her.” He pouted. Yoongi shot him a threatening look that quickly silenced him.

Yoongi bent down to bring his face centimeters from yours and before you could even process it he pressed his lips to yours in an unsated kiss. They were all like deer in the headlights. They had never seen Yoongi do something like that, so they were debating whether to look away or observe it. Yoongi’s hand went to the back of your neck and brought you closer, emitting a small squeal of surprise from you that made him chuckle. As embarrassing as it was to have him do this in front of them, there wasn’t much you could do to stop him, not that you exactly wanted him to. Easily, he pushed you to lay you down from your sitting position to lay flat in your back and deepened the kiss immensely. Your cheeks had become 10 degrees hotter, upon contact of his hands touching your waist and then up to your neck and torso. Without hesitation, his warm muscle pushed into your mouth and you scrunched your face up at the new feeling. He pushed and prodded into you until you have a rather shy and flustered nip to his lip by accident. Your hands were arms laid at your sides and you absentmindedly squeezed your fists anxiously. You groaned against his mouth when he snatched your hands to pin them by your sides. “Y-yoongi.” 

“Hm?” Despite his hum of a question he continued to kiss you and you weren’t even sure what you called him for. It was hard to not give in to this type of affection, anytime he did things such as this you felt like he really appreciated you and it made you feel like he cared about you. But what happened to him liking to be privately intimate? This wasn’t private at all. You looked through your half-lidded eyes and saw Jimin swallow with a flustered expression on his face when he caught your gaze he quickly looked away. You weren’t sure how much of this you could take, your mind was getting foggy and you felt like you were teetering on the edge.

“Oh hyung, I’ve never seen you like this...” Taehyung commented softly, causing Yoongi to send daggers with his eyes before closing his eyes and continuing his ministrations. Naturally, since he has a strong bond with you at the moment, he wants to make sure your blood and you were okay and also comfort you. None of them really understood why Yoongi’s kind was like this, given he had the most mysterious bloodline. Yoongi left open mouth kisses down your jaw and to your neck, leaving a damp trail before arriving at his intended destination but he hesitated. As much as he felt like he needed more blood, he had to control it for your sake. But it was painful to have it this close and not act on his instinct to just devour you. He managed to pull away to give you some leverage and time to breathe but he only went to give your neck the attention he felt it deserved.

You whispered in a shy voice, shaking him from his train of thought. “Why are you k-kissing me?...” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “T-they’re all looking at me Yoongi...”

“I know but I’m calming you down, it seems to be working too.” He smirked. “Jin wanted you and me to rest before I feed again...” Yoongi brought his hand up to brush his fingertips over the preexisting wound. He cupped the side of your face and locked eyes with you, hypnotic eyes. He used those eyes to put you in a calmer state, but maybe it was too calm because suddenly you craned your neck up to meet his lips but he pulled away, to your dismay. Your expression must’ve looked funny because he grinned as if to hold back a laugh. He stood up and you moved to sit up once again and all eyes were on you. Yoongi was nonchalant about it, he wiped his mouth and finally noticed the eyes that were glued to the two of you.

“What?” He challenged, sending them all a deathly glare.

Namjoon smirked, his dimples looking as deep as ever. “Nothing, don't mind us hyung.” He understood better than anyone the urges and natural instincts that kick in when you’ve created a connection with a donor.

“Yeah, we didn’t say anything hyung,” Hoseok added, his face was a dead give away though. The whole time he had an animated look of disgust or just plain confusion.

Jimin shot him a shy glance before uttering his comment. “Hyung, it’s just we’ve never seen...you...” Jimin trailed off, not wishing to further explain what he’d just witnessed. Taehyung had let the room already and Jimin was getting ready to do the same. Before you knew it Yoongi was gone and you were at a loss for words. It seemed the rest of the boys deemed it was time to give you some space and they began to trail out, except for Namjoon, he waited for everyone to leave before walking over to you.

“Did he scare you?” 

“Um, no, it’s just Yoongi...” You looked down at your lap and sighed.

“When he was kissing you like that, you freaked out. You two have a bond but I’m still a telepath...” He pats your shoulder. “Listen, you might notice him getting a little aggressive and territorial about your blood sometimes since you two have both gone through some changes. There’s a chance he might develop feeding cycles based on you and it will be intense and probably very draining if Jin allows it. So, in case that does happen, if you ever feel like it’s too much just tell us. Some donors become overwhelmed and exhausted, I can imagine that being someones food every day can really take a toll on your sanity. I know first hand, you know my mother is a donor psychologist, she knows how to help donors in that position and so can I. You may be his medicine and all but your health and mental wellbeing come first above all.” You had never seen such a genuinely nice side of him before, it was nice. 

“Yoongi is normally very gentle and considerate, this was the first time he’s ever done something like that, in front of people...” You blushed at just the thought. “...I guess I just don’t know him all that well.”

“He’s not really himself today, with the medicine and withdrawal symptoms he’s just out of it. If you need to take a break from feeding you can let Jin know or I’ll talk to him.” Namjoon offered.

You thought you didn’t have a choice. “But I’m the first sign of a cure for Yoongi, aren’t I obligated to give my blood?”

“Well, if you want to continue your education then you have to give your blood in exchange but there are ways you can resign, it’s hard to but it is possible. But your blood is so special, I don’t think the institution can afford to lose a gem like yourself kitten.” He lightly tickled under your chin but you didn’t crack a smile so he retreated his fingers. “I think the maids prepared dinner in our living quarters, join us.” 

“I would but I have a theatre play to attend at 7:30, I told my friend I’d be there, sorry.” You got up and went to find a nice, simple little dress to wear there.

“Okay, but make sure you eat, you need a big meal to replenish your blood levels.” 

“I will.” You closed the door behind him and sighed, you were finally alone—at last.

Chaeson had gone to the play and waited for you even though she wasn’t sure where you had gone. If she were to be completely honest she wanted to know why you were always with Jin and the other guys. She was a donor as well but she only served her duty as one at the feeding hall, at her families request. But you, it seemed like you always had a bite wound on your neck or maybe you didn’t heal fast, she didn’t know. You seemed to be the only donor that wasn’t at the feeding hall as often but you still consistently went to your classes. There were a few questions that she was itching to ask you, what do you do when you’re with them for hours at a time? How come you’ve been missing ever since the gala? Did something happen there? How come Hoseok ran to come to get you while you two were watching TV? She left her train of thought when she saw you scurrying into the dark theatre and beckoned you to come to sit in the seat she saved for you.

“Hey, thanks for saving me a spot.” You whispered as you took your seat.

“No problem.” She smiled and looked at you, her brows creasing before she asked her question. “So, is everything okay? Hoseok looked really concerned...” 

“Oh, it was just, um...One of them needed blood...” You were a little uncomfortable about answering that question, she didn’t know that you fed Yoongi but she did hear about the incident with Jungkook.

“Oh...Who?” You swallowed, did she really need to know?

“Um- Oh, the show is starting...” Saved by the opening curtain of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.” 

This had to be the most awkward and hostile dinner they’ve ever had to endure.

Jin ate his food silently while reading over applications, Namjoon and Hoseok took his food to his personal study since he had some research to do regarding your case. Jimin ate with a dazed look on his face, thinking about what he saw and why it lingered in his mind so vividly, he was still shocked. Taehyung had fallen asleep on the couch, probably too worn out from feeding all day. Yoongi sat at the opposite head of the table and ate his soup slowly, trying to ignore a headache he had from being deficient in blood. And then there was Jungkook, eating with a pitiful look on his face, he looked like someone had just stolen his puppy. Jin took him upstairs earlier and forced him to drink pig blood to get his senses to blur, he actually cried but he got over it. All he did was drink from you once and now he’s being punished, he can’t help but think that Jin has it out for him. Jungkook can feel your blood still inside of him, it warms him to his core and he wants that feeling back.

Jungkook laid his head and arms on the table as he sulked, he just could not win today. He got in trouble like three times, he can’t smell or taste your blood and he had to wonder, was this really necessary? Yeah, his venom could drive people crazy, he could kill someone or send them into an unresponsive state of shock and fear, anything could happen. But it didn’t with you, that meant something, you went into shock but you were still breathing, that may have been thanks to Jin though.

“So, Yoongi.” Jin sat his spoon in his now empty bowl and looked at her. “I think you should try to space out your feeding in order to avoid a mess like this again.”

“Yeah, maybe...” he deadpanned uninterestedly.

“I know this is just as new to you as it is to her but you’ve gotta try to get used to it, and skipping feeding sessions isn’t going to better the situation...”

“Look, I’m just adjusting, okay? Give me some time to think this over...” Yoongi’s tone was irritated and all of them glanced at him.

“I understand, the connection you both have is pretty complicated and new for the both of you. You are going through a slight withdrawal episode so your headaches and body pains are probably in effect by now.” Jin was right, he was reverting back to the fragile Yoongi who didn’t say much and looked somewhat miserable; your blood was what strengthened him. “I’m sorry, but her body needed rest before you did anything else.” Yoongi didn’t respond, he knew you needed to rest up before something else went wrong but that wouldn’t stop the pain he was enduring. He didn’t know how to process needing you, the thought actually made him uneasy.

“I mean, I can give you medicine to help but nothing will cure it completely except for Y/n. My mother is a specialist in medicine and she said it’s a coincidence in your favor that Y/n’s genetic makeup was strong enough to feed you.” Jin handed his bowl to maid standing by his side. Yoongi had decided to just go to sleep early, he didn’t have the energy to sit up here any longer. Jungkook still stayed, he was far too consumed by the thought of you that he couldn’t sleep just yet.

“Sir, you have a call.” Another maid brought Jin a ringing phone and Jin thanked her before putting it to his ear.

“Hello? This is Kim Seokjin speaking-” He paused letting the man on the other end of the phone talk, he blinked in surprise, his mouth agape in shock. “It’s nice to hear from you, Rain.” 

Jungkook’s notoriously respected and loved, uncle and Director, Rain.

The night had ended nicely, the actors at the play received a well deserved standing ovation and you had walked back to the university. Chaeson had to go back to her parents home for the night because of an outing that she had to attend tomorrow morning. She hadn't asked any more about the feeding and you weren’t gonna say anything else. You realized how unique your situation was when she said some of the students were asking if you were from a royal family or something, they assumed that was the reason for your disappearances but that just wasn’t the case. You were a pretty normal girl living a normal college student life until Jin offered you a scholarship to come to this prestigious school. That’s when your whole life changed.

You were pretty tired so you were gonna go to your room first but then you had a thought. Yoongi had wanted some blood earlier and never got any, you felt like you might as well give him some before he comes to look for some, With you pretty maroon dress on you walked upstairs to their quarters and saw that they weren’t there, everyone was gone except for Jin.

“How was the play Y/n? I’ve seen it and when I did it was amazing.” He smiled, looking at your pretty attire.

“It was really nice, I enjoyed it.” You stood kind of awkwardly and he figured he knew why you were here. “So, um, did Yoongi need any blood?...” You mumbled the blood part like a shy school girl and he couldn’t help but look upon you fondly.

“He went to bed earlier.” 

“Oh, okay, well, goodnight then.” You were about to leave but he stopped you.

“Can we talk a little bit?” 

You nodded and came to sit beside him, he beckoned the maid over to pour you a cup of tea and you thanked her.“What about?”

“First let me heal these wounds, I see they’re having trouble fading.” Jin placed his hands over your bite wounds and took a deep breath, after a few seconds there wasn’t even a scar. “There we go, good as new.” he smiled at your in aw expression.

“Today was very eventful and stressful for me. Not only did I have a meeting but I had to make sure Jungkook didn’t try anything stupid, which he already did, and I had to make sure you and Yoongi were okay. When you first arrived here as a donor you probably didn’t imagine doing all of this.” Not in the slightest. 

“Namjoon also told me about you and Yoongi connecting and bonding, it’s freaking the both of you out, isn’t it?”

“Kind of...It’s just been really tiring is all, ever since the gala...Namjoon basically told me that it’s a process, Yoongi and I are just figuring each other out or something. I know this is a complicated relationship based on his condition and hunger so I’m understanding but-...I have a question to ask you.”

“Go ahead.” He sipped his tea.

“When Jungkook bit me I felt like I wasn’t even in my own body, none of you guys give me that feeling but him, is it because he’s hybrid?” You finally got that question off your chest.

“Yes. Not only that but he’s human too, he seems genetically perfect but his venom can be very dangerous, even lethal.” Jin shivered at just the thought of Jungkook’s, in the vampire society, what used to be thought of as perverse genetic makeup. To be apart of the head family and have certain human genetics was fairly rare. Jungkook’s father was a proud Pureblood but Jungkook is the only Vampire in the university that is part human but seems genetically perfect(his mother is half human, making him ¼ human). The complicated part about mixing humans and Vampires is that the offspring are prone to genetic oddities and many other problems; because of that, he is rarely able to feed directly from the source. Those oddities were things such as fabricating sickness, manipulation and even manifesting supernatural powers by consuming certain types of blood. 

“Jin, I don’t know how to explain this...” You suddenly got shy and thought that maybe you should keep it to yourself.

“Just say it, it’s okay.” 

“When Yoongi fed it felt like I needed to give him my blood, it was like it was going against my morality not to.” You twiddled with your fingers anxiously.

“That’s normal if you’ve created a strong bond.”

“But when Jungkook fed, it felt like, like-...this sounds weird but, it’s like my blood wanted him. Is that weird?

[the-desolated-quill]

Uncharted: The Lost Legacy - Video Game blog

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t played this video game yet and wish to remain spoiler free, stop reading now)

Why can’t video game developers and studios leave well enough alone? Batman: Arkham City was a decent ending to the Batman/Joker arc, but then Rocksteady made Batman: Arkham Knight, which effectively took a massive dump over what made the Arkham series so good to begin with. The Last Of Us was an extremely good standalone story that ended perfectly, but now we’re getting a sequel that could severely undermine all the good stuff that came before. And now, despite Naughty Dog initially claiming that Uncharted 4 was going to be the last game in the franchise, we’re getting a fifth bloody Uncharted game. Oh but Uncharted 4 was only the last game in Nathan Drake’s story. Doesn’t mean they can’t make games starring other characters. Christ, have these guys ever heard the expression ‘quit while you’re ahead?’

So here we are. Uncharted: The Lost Legacy. A sequel/expansion type thing starring Chloe Frazer from Uncharted 2 and Nadine Ross from Uncharted 4 as they travel to India to find the Tusk of Ganesh while a bloodthirsty warlord called Asav is in hot pursuit. 

Some of you may recall I’ve always found the Uncharted series to be a tad overrated. Uncharted 4 is probably my favourite as it has by far the most intelligent and mature story of the franchise. I thought Uncharted 2 was pretty decent and found the first Uncharted to be okay at best. The only game I actively dislike is Uncharted 3, partly because of the number of elements it rips off from Uncharted 2, but mostly because of how bloody stupid it was even by Uncharted’s standards. Where does The Lost Legacy fit in? Sadly I have to rate this down there with Uncharted 3, although there are some praiseworthy elements.

The gameplay is pretty much the same as Uncharted 4. The puzzles are still inventive (although that match the shadows puzzle can go to hell. If the skip button didn’t show up when it did, I probably would have thrown the controller at my TV). These puzzles even extend to the combat to a certain degree. In two levels you have to deal with an armoured tank and a helicopter respectively. You could start a gunfight, but that will only put you at risk, so you’re required to take out any stray soldiers and plan accordingly before attacking the vehicles with explosives. It’s pretty tense and finally puts the stealth system to good use, which has often felt like a pointless addition in previous games. 

There’s also the additions of a new lockpicking mechanic, which is simple but fun, and a kinda, sorta open world hub area where you can collect these tokens for a special prize. Unfortunately this isn’t quite as fun. For one thing you can’t mark waypoints on your map, so you effectively have to keep stopping and starting to check that you’re going in the right direction, and the special prize turns out to be a bracelet and tells you when collectable treasure is nearby by making an incredibly annoying noise at you. Other than that, not much has changed from Uncharted 4. The graphics are still gorgeous, the gunfights are still serviceable, the melee combat is still shit and driving a car still feels clunky and awkward as though you’ve got an elephant strapped to the roof rack.

The main issue I have with Uncharted: The Lost Legacy is that it just feels like the franchise has outstayed its welcome at this point. As much as I loved Uncharted 4, I mentioned in my review how some of the franchise’s tropes and cliches were starting to wear thin and that maybe it was just as well this was the last game because if they carried on, it would have started to get on my nerves. Well, that’s precisely what happened here. Just when you think you’ve reached the top of a building, the ground crumbles and you fall back down. Just when you think you’re near a goal, you’re ambushed by enemies blocking your path. Just when you think the protagonists have defeated the villain, they then do something really stupid that allows the villain to escape. It was all starting to become incredibly annoying for me. At one point, after climbing a bunch of tricky terrain and swinging to the opposite ledge, Nadine actually pushed me in the water, making me do all of that again. Nadine thought this was amusing. I most certainly did not.

I suppose if we have to put up with more of these bloody games, you could do a lot worse than Chloe Frazer. I really liked her in Uncharted 2 and she’s just as good here, injecting a lot of sardonic wit into the proceedings. Wish I could say the same about Nadine. 

For the record I actually quite liked her in Uncharted 4. She made a good villain, plus she wasn’t constantly hounding me 24/7. Here it’s a different story. Nadine has got to be quite possibly the most annoying character in this game. I already feel uncomfortable enough knowing that this is a black character voiced by a white woman, but it’s her no nonsense, bull in a china shop attitude that really grated on my nerves. And it only got worse once Sam Drake entered the picture. I can understand why there would be bad blood between the two, but this game just takes the piss. She sees Sam through her binoculars and assumes he’s working for Asav... even though he’s clearly in handcuffs. What, does Nadine think Sam usually works in handcuffs? Is it like a part of his process or something? And then she finds out that he’s Chloe’s ‘expert.’ Now I’m sure this would justify mild irritation on Nadine’s part due to what happened in Uncharted 4, but instead she promptly throws a hissy fit. She punches Chloe, calls her a traitor and abandons her. Talk about an overreaction, made worse by the fact that the two make up and carry on 10 minutes later as though nothing had happened. Well then what was the point of all that then? And then when Sam becomes another follower, the rest of the game is spent being forced to listen to these two bicker and argue like tiny children over lost crayons. At one point I actually threw a grenade at them in the hopes that it would shut them up, but all that happened was the game glitched, causing Nadine to stand there frozen with her arms outstretched like Jesus on the cross.

What I especially don’t get about Nadine’s inclusion is why we’re expected to care about her. She was the bad guy in the previous game. And her main motivation throughout this game is to use the Tusk of Ganesh to win back control over Shoreline (you know? The bad guys?). Why should I support this? I suppose you could argue this is Nadine’s redemption story with her rejecting the mercenary lifestyle and becoming Chloe’s partner (so now I’m potentially going to have to put up with more of her in the future. Oh what a delight), but it’s not done very well. There’s no subtle change or gradual development. She pretty much jumps from hardened mercenary to amateur treasure hunter at the drop of a hat.

And that’s not the only thing. Why does Chloe want the Tusk of Ganesh? All the stuff about her dad is interesting and occasionally touching (one nitpick though. If he made it as far as Balur, where’s his body? And why didn’t the bandits get the Tusk for themselves?), but why is she choosing NOW to look for the Tusk of Ganesh? It’s never really addressed or explored. It’s just a random convenience to get the plot moving forward. And what’s so special about the Tusk anyway? In my review of Uncharted 4, I praised the game for not including a supernatural element and instead allowing the human drama and conflict to take centre stage. Here I was actually praying for a supernatural element to show up because the whole thing was becoming really monotonous and I didn’t fully understand why everyone was so desperate to claim the Tusk. I kept expecting some big twist about the Tusk to show up, but it turns out the big twist is that there is no twist. The Tusk is just a really shiny thing worth lots of money. Tad underwhelming by Uncharted’s standards. Even the game itself seems to be aware of what a throwaway macguffin the Tusk is because the game literally throws it away at the end. Turns out the reason Asav wanted the Tusk was so that he could use the money to buy a bomb. That’s it. Why did it need to be specifically the Tusk? Surely there are easier ways to get the money if you’re a criminal. Rob a bank, for instance.

Let’s quickly talk about Asav. A villain so bland and uninspired that he makes cardboard cutouts look three dimensional by comparison. Asav is the worst kind of villain in that he has no depth or proper motivation, and spends most of his time monologuing rather than getting on with the job in hand. It’s like playing Uncharted 1 again. I thought we moved past these shitty cartoon villains years ago. I haven’t the faintest idea what his goal was. He keeps mentioning something about a civil war and his birthright, but it’s never fully explored or developed. And I lost count of the number of times Chloe could have just killed him instead of just listening to him rabbit on. Chloe often makes fun of how insufferable Asav, but I’d much rather the developers put in that same amount of effort to create a villain that’s not insufferable, thank you very much.

Despite all my moaning and complaining, I suppose I have to admit Uncharted: The Lost Legacy isn’t a bad game. It’s not like Uncharted 3 where it seemed to go out of its way to insult your intelligence. And it is possible to have a good time with this game if you close your eyes and cover your ears during the stupid and annoying bits. The only crime this game really commits is that it’s just another Uncharted game. The problem, in my opinion, is that it’s one Uncharted game too many. Uncharted 4 was a good ending. Let’s just leave it at that. It was fun while it lasted, but it’s time to move on.

[zalrb]

Back to the Beginning {TVD 1x01 Review}

OK! So we’re starting from the beginning, every Friday between 9pm and 10. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Gotta admit, I’m a little excited to start from the beginning, it’s been a really long time. Ready? Let’s go. 1. OK Stefan’s voiceover over the foggy woods is still HELLA campy though. I remember I saw this and was like, Fadi (my friend), are you really making me watch this? YES. She was so fucking insistent. 2. Yeah the foggy night and dark road, it’s very horror movie, very cinematic. 3. Them hitting Damon is reminiscent of “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” They even gave Damon a growling noise when he feeds. 4. Listening to the score for season 1, really emphasizes how much they misused the cues in season 8. The scary cue works here because people are running, getting snatched up on a dark foggy night, it isn’t just walking through the Salvatore house. 5. Jenna is legit a mess, like, right away, Elena is like drinking coffee and really chill, like do you not have a presentation today? Go. 6. Damon sending the crow to hit Bonnie’s car is like … Literally from the minute he’s introduced, he’s terrorizing her. 7. Also Kat is a stronger actress than Nina, even the way Bonnie says, “And I was like put this woman in a HOME already”, she has more presence than Nina. 8. “She looks a hot … can I say tranny mess?” “No that’s over.” And totally inappropriate. I completely missed that before. 9. LOL Elena’s “No comment, I’m not going to say anything” when Caroline walks away is delivered really well, yo you two secretly hate each other and that should’ve been explored more. 10. Stefan’s jeans actually look a little ridiculous in the pilot, though. Like they don’t look like they fit well. When Bonnie and Elena sees him in the office. 11. Jeremy is legit like a drug dealer though. That’s kind of a big deal. 12. “You need to chill yourself” …. … … Did KW and JP like consult any teens when they wrote this script? 13. And her fight with Jeremy is actually pretty muted. I’m an only child but my closest friends are older siblings and they’ve told me of times when their younger siblings were fucking up and they would like literally BE there all the time, they would walk them to class, sit with them at lunch, be like, so where are we going today? Elena threatens to do that but never really follows through and it always bothered me that no one held an intervention for Jeremy or set up a meeting with a counsellor. 14. It is still the cutest thing ever when Stefan catches Elena staring at him in class. 15. I do like that in season 1 they dress like they’re teenagers though. 16. “Shoo, that’s what I thought.” Yeah, Elena, stand up to that bird. 17. No, seriously, from a purely objective point of view I can see why the cemetery scene would be the scene that made KW and Bob Levi and JP go ecstatic because when the scene begins Nina seems a little nervous, which I get, it’s the pilot, but when the scene goes on and the dialogue keeps going, she and Paul just have that energy, the way she smiles, the way they stare at each other, there’s legit chemistry there. 18. Yeah, those jeans need to go. And Paul I love you, but your pilot haircut is nooooooooot working. 19. Like you look like a hedgehog, honey. The diary entries actually make this REALLY angsty. 20. LOL Vicki is actually pretty mean to Jeremy though. “I don’t want to announce to the world that I deflowered Elena’s kid brother” and Jeremy has these puppy dog eyes when he says, “And deflowered and deflowered” and it’s like awwwwwwww, you’re way too young for this. 21. “I’m meeting Bonnie at The Grill”, it’s not even Bonnie and Caroline though. 22. These Stelena stares are KILLING me. It’s different seeing it within the episode than clips. 23. The way Matt says, “I feel weird calling her … She broke up with me” all of them are so YOUNG and have these really innocent faces and it just makes everything seem so MEAN. 24. “Any siblings” “None that I talk to” so when Elena tells Damon in the next episode, “Stefan never mentioned he had a brother” I mean he didn’t say that he didn’t either, he admits to having siblings. I feel like I’m going to keep a tally of all the times the show forgets its own script to propel DE. 25. Yoooooooooooo I didn’t remember we get a shot of Stefan topless in the pilot when he’s putting on his shirt. *sigh* so gratuitous. I love it. 26. Those jeans are terrible though. 27. OK but really, WHO IS ZACH AGAIN? He says “Uncle Stefan” so like how does that work? 28. Stefan being blamed for Damon’s shit from DAY ONE. 29. Paul’s intense gaze is damn. 30. I also like how in history class they never discuss enslavement. Mmkay. 31. “You’re upset about something.” “No it’s just Bonnie, she’s … You know what, never mind. You’re here.” And from Day One Bonnie’s issues are ignored. 32. Paul and Nina look really good walking next to each other. 33. Tyler legitimately treats Vicki like shit. 34. “Jeremy. Is that you?” Yes, Vicki, Jeremy can create fog now. 35. Also Damon is so fucking extra with that fog. It’s unnecessary. 36. “I just want to let you know that I still believe in us and I’m not giving up on you” oh Matty, it was never you. Don’t worry though, you get a bench. 37. So Vicki is on the ground with blood on her neck and Jeremy is like “It’s Vicki” and Elena is like “oh my God” and NO ONE is taking out their phones to call 9-11.They just stand there until she opens her eyes. I mean, I guess. 38. Ian’s hair is RIDICULOUS. 39. I don’t understand how Damon got such a following, I find him thoroughly uncharming. Like he just talks SO MUCH. 40. “Damon, after all this time, after all these years can’t we just give it a rest??” “I promised you an eternity of misery.” How fucking petty ARE you Damon? 41. Ian isn’t menacing. 42. “How come the guys I want never go for me?” “I’m not touching that.” Bonnie is hilarious though. Like oh hell no, do not drag me into your messy shit. 43. Vicki and her black nail polish. So high school. 44. Matt’s eyes are actually really blue in the pilot. 45. I am so fucking glad the diary voiceovers disappear eventually. It’s just, it’s too much. 46. And Stefan and Elena overlap. Omg. No. 47. Damon looks creepy as fuck staring at Caroline. 48. I won’t lie though, Stefan constantly coming to Elena’s house, if it were me I’d be like sooooo are you just going to keep showing up? Like she isn’t a little bit weirded out that this guy keeps just showing up at her house? 49. And she can just invite boys into her house at how late at night? OK so my review is over! I’m definitely excited to be doing these every Friday. It’s funny though because pilots are meant to establish what the show is going to be about and what’s centered in the pilot is Stefan and Elena and their desire to get through their respective dark times. The supernatural element is secondary. It’s first and foremost an SE story. Until next week!

*NOTE* To avoid confusion: I’m not saying what Stefan did is comparable to Damon, Damon was terrorizing Elena for kicks, I’m just saying that Stefan comes across as intense in the pilot and I would be like dude you are at my house a lot but it makes sense because Stefan isn’t acting completely human because he isn’t one, throughout the episode he’s trying to train himself to be more human.

[redrackham87]

92 Truths

Rules: Write 92 truths about yourself, then tag 25 people

I was tagged by @se-feliz-be-happy !! :D Wow, THIS IS A LOT. Here we go! :D

LATEST…

[1] Drinks: tea and Coke Cola and water (literally three, sitting beside my hands right now. this is how I roll.) [2] Telephone call: the drug store calling for not me XD [3] Text message: M [4] Song you heard:  “some nights” by fun [5] What do you think?: about what?

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] How do you do it? how do I do what? (i’m missing something, aren’t i?) [7] He has cheated on: no? [8] He kissed someone and lamented: i do not understand this whole section of questions. XD [9] How do you do? how do you do [10] Depressed: i get down but i get up again (yes i did just do that) [11] Got drunk and thrown up: it has happened once ever and now i can’t have a certain drink without gagging XD

LIST THREE PREFERRED COLORS …

[12] red! [13] blue!  [14] hmm... green or purple or silver?

IN THE PAST YEAR…

[15] made new friends: yes, and i’m not even exagerrating when i say, they’ve changed my life <3  [16] fallen for love: i started watching teen wolf and saw stiles, so yes [17] laughed until you cried: lawd yes. often!  [18] discovered that someone was talking about you: yes! but it was good things, so i got all warm anf fuzzy. <3 [19] met someone who changed you: see #15 [20] discovered who your real friends are: ???  [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: if you think i’m kissing anyone outside of dreamland, and especially anyone from my real life, you know nothing, jon snow XD

GENERAL…

[22] How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: i barely, barely use FB, but most - i cleaned it out several years back to people i’ve actually met/keep semi-in touch with. i keep in touch with like, 10% of that by this point, but oh well. XD [23] Do you have any pets? well, not myself, technically, but i’m living with dogs, so YES [24] Do you want to change your name: naw. i sometimes think about having a different one, but mine is just fine. [25] What did you do for your last birthday? a most excellently chill girls night

[26] What time did you wake up? wake up or get up? XD it was before 10, let’s say.  [27] What were you doing at midnight last night? driving home [28] Name something you can not wait for: MEETING JEREMY RENNER  [29] When was the last time you saw your mother? january :( (and not july) [30] What is one thing that you wish you could change in your life: employment would be nice [31] What are you listening to right now: “come away to the water” by adam levine and friends from the hunger games soundtrack   [32] Have you ever spoken to a person named Tom: yes. i miss him. [33] Something that is getting on your nerves: WHY IS HAVE THEY NOT VOTED SANDRA OFF. I SWEAR IF SHE WINS SURVIVOR A THIRD TIME -  [34] most visited website: google (also probs youtube, twitter) [35] elemental: i like water!

[36] high school: i attended one, yes [37] school: hogwarts obviously [38] Hair Color: dark blondeish   [39] long or short hair: currenlty more short [40] Do you have a crush on someone: have you seen my tumblr? it’s almost entirely people i’m crushing on XD [41] What do you like about yourself: i try to always finish what i start  [42] piercings: yes! ears [43] Type of blood: i have no idea [44] nickname: red, bess, kr [45] marital status: cute (aka fictionally married to dean winchester)

[46] Zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav television program: lost, supernatural, survivor, grimm, parks & rec, better off ted - you should know by now i will never pick just one  [49] Tattoos: nope! [50] right or left hand: my left hand is inept

FIRST…

[51] Surgery: nope!  [52] piercing: we did this question! oh - ears. that’s it. XD [53] Best friend: T or “wifey” or - i’m not picking just one [54] sport: HAHAHAH SPORTS [55] vacation: um... i s’pose christmas last year? it was holidays. actual out of the country vacation? like... 5 years ago?! idek.  [56] pair of coaches: what is this question.

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eat: just had a yogurt! [58] drinking: tea and coke and water. still. [59] I’m about to: make myself stop watching chopped and screwing on tumblr and get writing because i have not all day  [60] Listening to: 8tracks mixes! [61] waiting: for the washer to finish so i can stick on a new load  [62] do you want: a healthy bank account XD  [63] Getting married: oh to a real person? someday absolutely! [64] career: haha career (theoretically: graphic design)

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: is there a third non-touching option XD  [66] lips or eyes: oh lawd, eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller because then you don’t need to ask random strangers to help you get things off the top shelf in the grocery stores XD [68] major or minor: i assume we’re talking about constellations - i don’t have a preference between ursa major or ursa minor. they’re both pretty. XD [69] romantic or spontaneous: yes.  [70] good arms or good stomach: well, since my first thought was sam winchester exercising, i’m going with arms and back, mmm. (this right here)  [71] sensitive or strong: who says i can’t have both? [72] connection or connection: yes?  [73] troublemaker or hesitant: no?

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger?: once and it was awkward as heck *shudder* [75] did you drink strong liquor ?: what, like ever? yes. [76] lost glasses / contact lenses? i don’t wear glasses, but i constantly lose and break sunglasses. so it’s probably really good i don’t wear glasses. [77] rejected someone?: yes :/  [78] had sex on the first date?: nooooooo no no no. no.  [79] break someone’s heart?: i hope not, but probably [80] Your heart was broken?: yes [81] been arrested?: no! [82] cried when someone died?: yes.  [83] Falling for a friend?: kinda, but i was like 14, so eh. it never was a thing. 

YOU BELIEVE IN...

[84] Yourself ?: some days, yes. some days, very no. if i’m being super honest, this is a very constant battle for me. :/  [85] miracles?: YES, with all my heart. [86] love at first sight?: see: dean winchester (no but for serious: for some people, yes!) [87] Father Christmas?: define. ;) [88] Kiss on the first date?: not for me, no.  [89] Angels?: yes

OTHER…

[90] name of the current best friend: we did this question! somewhere up there ^ [91] Eye color: green or blue or greenish brown blue with yellow depending on the day (i’m not even joking)  [92] Favorite movie: PRINCESS BRIDE, avengers, pride & prejudice, walter mitty, man from uncle, star wars, back to the - I’M NOT PICKING JUST ONE

tagging: THIS IS A LOT. XD whoever wants to play! go! do it! (but also: @rhea-silverkeys , @thatgypsyfangirl , @brianoftheforest , if you wanna!)

[lifesa-witch-blog]

Witchy Questions

Here is the list of the 105 witchcraft questions I just finished answering. I answered one each day but feel free to answer them all at once or however you want to do it. Tag your it!

(Questions from @prettyalice13)

1. Are you solitary or in a coven? Solitary.

2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other? Other, I’m just a spiritual little witch. 😊

3. What is your zodiac sign? Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Sagittarius rising.

4. Do you have a Patron God/dess? Nyx, but I also feel a little pull from Brighid. 💛

5. Do you work with a Pantheon? Nope.

6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or 
any other kind of divination? Tarot & oracle cards.

7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any) Sage, Rosemary, I tend to stick to regular household herbs.

8. How would you define your craft? Very fluid.

9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do? No, and sure.

10. How long have you been practicing? Lightly for 2 years, just starting to get a lot deeper.

11. Do you currently or have you ever had any familiars? Yes, my beautiful cat Mollie. And a kitten named Rocky will soon be added to our crew.

12. Do you believe in Karma or
Reincarnation? Yes and yes.

13. Do you have a magical name? Yes.

14. Are you “out of the broom closet”? Yes? I’m an adult, so I haven’t made any big proclamation or anything.

15. What was the last spell you performed? A Lammas goodness spell jar.

16. Would you consider yourself knowledgeable? I’m getting there.

17. Do you write your own spells? Sometimes.

18. Do you have a book of shadows?
If so, how is it written and/or set up? I use Goodnotes on my iPad and have different notebooks on there for everything - spells, Sabbats, journaling, gratitude logs, crystals, astrology, etc.

19. Do you worship nature? Yes.

20. What is your favorite gemstone? Amethyst.

21. Do you use feathers, claws, fur, pelt, skeletons/bones, or any other animal body part for magical work? Not unless it’s a feather or tooth found organically while I’m in nature. I’m on a journey to veganism, so I’m not really into that.

22. Do you have an altar? Yes.

23. What is your preferred element? I would say water.

24. Do you consider yourself an Alchemist? No.

25. Are you any other type of magical practitioner besides a witch? No.

26. What got you interested in witchcraft? I’ve always had an interest in it since I was young.

27. Have you ever performed a spell or ritual with the company of anyone who was not a witch? My husband is usually hanging around, does that count? lol

28. Have you ever used ouija? Once. But I am not a fan of it. It gives me a bad feeling.

29. Do you consider yourself a psychic? I definitely had psychic tendencies, but it’s a craft I need to hone.

30. Do you have a spirit guide? If so, what is it? He’s a Native American man I was related to in another life.

31. What is something you wish someone had told you when you first started? Stop feeling like a failure because you don’t have “everything a witch should have” or know everything right away. It’s okay to learn slowly and do things your own way.

32. Do you celebrate the Sabbats? If so which one is your favorite? I was a very lazy witch until a month or so ago, so I haven’t celebrated the Sabbats with more then greetings to my fellow witches and a small prayer, but that’s about to change. I’m very excited to start celebrating all the Sabbats and making offerings/feasts. 😊 My favourite sabbat has always been Ostara.

33. Would you ever teach witchcraft to your children? Sure. I am already teaching my son to love and respect nature.

34. Do you meditate? Yes.

35. What is your favorite season? Spring/summer.

36. What is your favorite type of magick to preform? Full/new moon rituals are my favourite.

37. How do you incorporate your spirituality into your daily life? I am constantly talking to Nyx, asking for guidance or giving my thanks.

38. What is your favorite witchy movie? The Craft.

39. What is your favorite witchy book, both fiction and non-fiction. Why? Practical Magic by Nikki Van De Car was the first witchy book I bought to gain more insight & get advice and it really ignited my journey, so it has a special place in my heart. I’m not sure what my favourite non-fiction book is my favourite. The one I’ve read most recently is The Witch of Willow Hall by Hestor Fox and I really enjoyed it.

40. What is the first spell you ever preformed? Successful or not. The first spell I performed was a releasing spell and it definitely helped with releasing my guilt and some of my grief surrounding my son’s stillbirth.

41. What’s the craziest witchcraft-related thing that’s happened to you? I haven’t had anything super crazy happen. Maybe a quick prayer for abundance and then suddenly getting extra money.. or all the synchronicities I experience when I stand in my own power and walk my path without apology.

42. What is your favourite type of candle to use? I don’t do a lot of candle magic, so I generally use white candles.

43. What is your favorite witchy tool? I’m a big fan of my tarot/oracle cards. I pull cards for myself every day. I also love crystals.

44. Do you or have you ever made your own witchy tools? Not yet, but I want to make myself a wand.

45. Have you ever worked with any magical creatures such as the fae or spirits? No.

46. Do you practice color magic? I’ve just gotten into this. I’ve been feeling a strong call help realign my throat chakra & learn to unapologetically speak my truth, which has brought on a strong need to be around the colour blue.

47. Do you or have you ever had a witchy teacher or mentor of any kind? I get some pointers from a friend of a friend. But nothing I would consider a mentor.

48. What is your preferred way of shopping for witchcraft supplies? Amazon or a local witch shop. 😊

49. Do you believe in predestination or fate? Yes, although I also believe in the power of free will and that we have the ability to change our fate.

50. What do you do to reconnect when you are feeling out of touch with your practice? Meditation, reading, learning something new.

51. Have you ever had any supernatural experiences? Yes. Many.

52. What is your biggest witchy pet peeve? Gate keeping. Everyone’s practice is different. “Your” way isn’t the only right way to do things. 🤷🏻‍♀️

53. Do you like incense? If so what’s your favorite scent? Coconut. lol

54. Do you keep a dream journal of any kind? Yes.

55. What has been your biggest witchcraft disaster? Nothing major. I think just making a mess while mixing herbs and spilling moon water.

56. What has been your biggest witchcraft success? Honestly, my biggest success is the confidence and empowerment I’ve gained.

57. What in your practice do you do that you may feel silly or embarrassed about? I used to be embarrassed about not having enough stuff, or saying the wrong thing.. I basically had zero confidence in myself and in my abilities.

58. Do you believe that you can be an atheist, Christian, Muslim or some other faith and still be a witch too? Yes.

59. Do you ever feel insecure, unsure or even scared of spell work? I used to, not so much anymore.

60. Do you ever hold yourself to a standard in your witchcraft that you feel you may never obtain? Not anymore.

61. What is something witch related that you want right now? A wand, and a crystal ball. 😊

62. What is your rune of choice? I haven’t really gotten into runes.

63. What is your tarot card of choice? The death card - I’m in a season of releasing the old and welcoming the new.

64. Do you use essential oils? If so what is your favorite? My favourite is a blend of peppermint, eucalyptus & lime. 🤤🤤🤤 It makes me feel so calm and relaxed.

65. Have you ever taken any kind of witchcraft or pagan courses? No.

66. Do you wear pagan jewelry in public? Yes.

67. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your faith or being a witch? No.

68. Do you read or subscribe to any pagan magazines? No.

69. Do you think it’s important to know the history of paganism and witchcraft? Yes.

70. What are your favorite things about being a witch? The things I’ve learned - releasing what no longer serves me, self love, confidence, standing in my own power, speaking my truth, welcoming new things, loving and respecting nature.

71. What are your least favorite things about being a witch? Nothing?

72. Do you listen to any pagan music? If so who is your favorite singer/band? I really love My Mother’s Savage Daughter by k.l.kahan as Wyndreth.

73. Do you celebrate the Esbbats? If so, how? I am not in a coven and there are none near me, so no.

74. Do you ever work skyclad? I have, yes.

75. Do you think witchcraft has improved your life? If so, how? See my favourite things about being a witch.

76. Where do you draw inspiration from for your practice? Love, nature, Nyx.

77. Do you believe in ‘fantasy’ creatures? (Unicorns, fairies, elves, gnomes, ghosts, etc) Sure.

78. What’s your favorite sigil/symbol? I have one for self love, that I really like.

79. Do you use blood magick in your practice? Why or why not? I honestly haven’t tried it yet. Although I heard menstrual period is incredibly powerful in spell work. I haven’t been brave enough to try it yet.

80. Could you ever be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support your practice? No.

81. In what area or subject would you most like your craft to grow? Astrology.

82. What’s your favorite candle scent? Do you use it in your practice? Vanilla, coconut, anything warm and inviting. And yes, I do.

83. Do you have a pre-ritual ritual? (I.e. Something you do before rituals to prepare yourself for them). If so what is it? Meditate, rest, take a bath, “spiritual hygiene”.

84. What real life witch most inspires your practice? I think my practice is really a culmination of all the witches I’ve ever encountered/learned from. I couldn’t point out one specifically.

85. What is your favorite method of communicating with deity? I just like to talk to Nyx, either aloud or in my mind.

86. How do you like to organize all your witchy items and ingredients? Usually mason jars? lol

87. Do you have any witches in your family that you know of? No.

88. How have you created your path? What is unique about it? I think my path is mainly about being the best me I can be and giving/receiving unlimited amounts of love. I’ve dealt with depression my whole life and witchcraft has helped me see that even in the hardest of times, there is still goodness & strength within me to hold on to.

89. Do you feel you have any natural gifts or affinities (premonitions, hearing spirits, etc.) that led you toward the craft? If so what are they? I’ve always been very sensitive to spirits and see/hear things that aren’t there.

90. Do you believe you can initiate yourself or do you have to be initiated by another witch or coven? Either one works. Whatever you feel drawn to.

91. When you first started out in your path what was the first thing or things you bought? Tarot cards.

92. What is the most spiritual or magickal place you’ve been? The grotto at the church in my home town. It buzzes with energy, you can feel it vibrating in the air.

93. What’s one piece of advice you’d give someone who is searching for their matron and patron deities? Ask for a sign.

94. What techniques do you use to ‘get in the zone’ for meditation? Slow breathing, ocean sounds, quietly acknowledging then dismissing any intrusive thoughts.

95. Did visualization come easily to you or did you have to practice at it? It depends on where I am emotionally.

96. Do you prefer day or night? Why? Both? I love the energy and warmth from the sun. It makes me feel safe and loved. But I also love the strength and vitality I feel from the moon. I always feel “more” when I’m under the moon - more beautiful, more confident, stronger, wiser, braver.

97. What do you think is the best time and place to do spell work? I do more spell work at night because of how the moon makes me feel.

98. How did you feel when you cast your first circle? Did you stumble or did it go smoothly? I have cleansed my work space, but I have never cast a true circle. 😳

99. Do you believe witchcraft gets easier with time and practice? Yes.

100. Do you believe in many gods or one God with many faces? I believe there is a universal spirit that presents to each of us in the way we need to see them.

101. Do you eat meat, eggs and dairy? I’m on a journey to veganism. Currently, I only eat small amounts of fish, chicken, eggs and milk. I eat no pork or beef.

102. What is your favorite color and why? Purple and yellow. They’re bright and beautiful.

103. What is the one question you get asked most by non-practitioners or non-pagans? How do you usually respond? I can’t think of anything specific.. just about what I do or what I believe in. I answer honestly.

104. Which of your five senses would you say is your strongest? Probably sight? I’m not sure.

105. What is a pagan or witchcraft rule that you preach but don’t practice? I can’t think of any, honestly.

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Stories For Kids

We were strolling up the Avenue des Champs-Élysées with Dr. V, attempting to peruse the account of the attack of Paris in the shell-scarred dividers and the walkways furrowed up by grape-shot. Just before we achieved the Circle, the specialist ceased and, bringing up to me one of the enormous corner houses so grandiosely assembled around the Arc de Triomphe, told me this story.

You see those four shut windows over the gallery? Amid the main day of August, that loathsome August of a year ago, so brimming with tempests and catastrophe, I was called there to go to an extremely serious instance of blood vessel breakage. The patient was Colonel Jouve, once a cuirassier of the First Empire and now an old man of his word frantic about eminence and patriotism. At the episode of the ar he had gone to live in the Champs-Élysées, in a loft with an overhang. Could you think about why? That he may be available at the triumphant return of our troops. Poor old kid! The news of Wissemburg contacted him similarly as he was leaving the table. When he read the name of Napoleon at the foot of that announcement of thrashing, he had a stroke and fell. Stl News

I found the old cuirassier extended on the cover with his face draining and still as though struck by a substantial blow. In the event that he had been standing, he would have appeared a tall man. Extended as he might have been, he appeared to be monstrous. He had a fine face, wonderful teeth, a thick head of wavy white hair, and however eighty years of age did not look more than sixty. Close him his granddaughter stooped sobbing. There was a solid family similarity between them. Seeing them next to each other, you considered two wonderful Greek awards struck from a similar grid, yet one old and worn and the other splendid and obvious with all the brilliancy and smoothness of an initial introduction.

I found the kid's sorrow exceptionally touching. Little girl and granddaughter of an officer (her dad was on Mac Mahon's seeing this stunning old man extended before her had proposed to her another scene, no less unpleasant. I did everything I could to console her, yet in my own mind I was no excessively confident. There was no doubt that the stroke had been motionless, and that is the kind of thing from which at eighty one doesn't recoup. As it turned out, the debilitated man stayed in a condition of extreme lethargies for three days.

In the mean time, the news of the clash of Reichshoffen achieved Paris. You will recollect in what shape that news contacted us first. Until night we as a whole trusted that we had won an extraordinary triumph, with 20,000 Prussians executed and the Crown Prince caught. Through some supernatural occurrence, some attractive current, a resound of this national cheering more likely than not achieved the sufferer, hard of hearing and puzzled and not able to move however he was. That night when I went to his bedside, I found an alternate man. His eye was clear, his tongue was no longer thick, and he had sufficiently quality to grin at me and to stammer, "Vic-to-ry!"

"Yes, Colonel, an incredible triumph!"

What's more, the more subtle elements I gave him of Mac Mahon's splendid achievement, the more his face loose and lit up.

As I cleared out, I found the young lady sitting tight for me outside the entryway. She was pale and was crying.

"Be that as it may, he will get well," I stated, grasping her hands in mine.

The poor youngster had barely boldness to answer me. The genuine story of the clash of Reichshoffen had quite recently showed up on the announcement sheets. Macintosh Mahon was withdrawing and the armed force slice to pieces. Amazed and stunned, our eyes met, she thinking about her dad and I of my patient. Most likely he would capitulate to this new blow; but then what might we be able to do? Abandon him the delight, the deception that had breathed life into him back? That implied keeping him bursting at the seams with untruths.

"Exceptionally well, I will let them know," said the youngster, and rapidly wiping ceaselessly her tears she backpedaled to her granddad's stay with a grin all over.

It was not a simple errand which she had set herself. For the initial few days she had no incredible trouble. The old man of honor's head was extremely powerless and he was as effectively misdirected as a kid, yet as his quality returned his brain progressed toward becoming clearer. He needed to be stayed in contact with troop developments and to have the War Department Bulletin read to him. It was disgraceful to see the young lady, night and day, twisted around her guide of Germany, staying in pins with little banners on them, and making a decent attempt to imagine to the last detail an effective crusade: Bazaine progressing on Berlin, Frossard infiltrating Bavaria, and Mac Mahon achieving the Baltic.

To work this hard and fast she required help, and I helped her as much as I could. Be that as it may, the person who helped her more than anything was her granddad himself. He had vanquished Germany such a large number of times amid the First Empire, he knew each move. "This will be the adversary's best course of action, here," he would state, "and our own will be this." His reckonings were constantly legitimized by the occasion, which made him not somewhat glad.

Despondently, regardless of how quick we took urban communities and won fights, we never went sufficiently quick for him. The old individual was voracious. Every day as I came in, I learned of some new achievement.

"Specialist, we have taken Mayence,"s aid the young lady coming to meet me with a grin that went to your heart, and through the entryway I heard his happy welcome, "We're getting on! In one more week we might be in Berlin."

Around then the Prussians were just seven days' walk from Paris. At first we pondered whether we had worse convey our patient into the nation. At that point we mirrored that when he was removed from the house, he would take in the genuine situation, and I concluded that he was still excessively weak, excessively paralyzed by his stroke, to give him a chance to discover reality. So we chose to stay where we were. Stl News

The principal day of the Prussian occupation, I climbed the stairs to his condo, I recall, with a substantial heart at the prospect of all the shut entryways of Paris and the battling going ahead under her dividers, in suburbia which were currently on the wilderness. I found the old man of his word sitting up in bed cheerful and glad.

"Well," he stated, "the attack has started."

I took a gander at him in shock. "So you know now, Colonel?"

His grandchild swung to me; "Why, yes, specialist. That is the considerable news to-day. The attack of Berlin has started."

And keeping in mind that she talked, she went ahead with her sewing as smoothly however you see fi Stl News t. How might he presume what was occurring? He couldn't hear the firearms at the strongholds. He couldn't see the city in its dread and distress.

From his bed he could see one side of the Arc de Triomphe, and his room was loaded with miscellaneous items of the time of the First Empire—all outstandingly fitted to maintain his fantasies. Representations of Napoleon's marshals, fight prints, a photo of the small King of Rome in his infant dress; enormous hardened consoles improved with trophies, secured with magnificent relics, emblems, bronzes, a bit of the stone of St. Helena under a glass case, miniatures all speaking to a similar blue-peered toward woman, now with hair twisted, now in a ball dress, now in a yellow outfit with leg-of-lamb sleeves. And this—reassures, King of Rome, marshals, yellow-gowned, short-waisted women, with that demure firmness which was viewed as elegant in 1806, this climate of triumph and victory— Stl News it was this more than anything we could state to him that made him acknowledge so naïvely the attack of Berlin.

After that day, our military operations became easier and less complex. Only a little tolerance was required keeping in mind the end goal to take Berlin. Each and every while, when the old man of his word developed slow, we read him a letter from his child, a fanciful letter obviously, as Paris was at this point cut off, and as since Sedan, the confidant of Mac Mahon had been sent to a German stronghold. Stl News

You can without much of a stretch envision the lose faith in regards to the poor tyke who heard nothing from her dad, realizing that he was a detainee, denied of even solace and maybe wiped out, while she needed to compose letters in his name that were brimming with euphoria, brief to be sure, for example, a fighter would compose from the field, a trooper propelling step by step through the adversary's nation. Here and there it was excessively for her, and weeks passed by without a letter. The old man started to stress and to be not able rest. At that point presto! a letter from Germany would arrive, and she would read it gayly at her granddad's bedside, keeping down her tears.

The old colonel would listen gravely, grin purposely, endorse, condemn, and disclose to us any entry which appeared to be confounded. Yet, it was in the answers that he made to his child that he was brilliant. "Always remember that you are French," he composed. "Be liberal to the poor Germans. Try not to give them a chance to experience the ill effects of the intrusion of their nation." And then came proposals without end, enchanting, lecturing on property rights, the politeness because of ladies, a veritable code of respect for vanquishers. This was intertwined with reflections on governmental issues and examinations of the peace terms. On this last point he was not unduly demanding. "Repayment, and nothing more—what great would their territories be to us? A France would never be made out of a Germany." He managed that in a firm voice, and one couldn't hear him without feeling, there was so much earnestness, so wonderful a patriotism in what he said.

Stl News In the interim, the attack was advancing—not the attack of Berlin, lamentably! We had achieved the time of extreme chilly, the assault, the pestilences, the starvation. Be that as it may, on account of our endeavors, to the interminable delicacy which included him, the tranquility of the old man was never grieved. To the end, I could get white bread and new meat for him—for only him, obviously. You can't envision much else touching than these lunch meetings so guiltless in their egomania—the old honorable man sitting up in bed, new and grinning, his napkin tucked under his button, and his pale little granddaughter close by to guide his hand, make him drink, and help him as he ate all these prohibited great things.

Stl News   At that point, energized by his supper, in the solace of his warm room, while the winter's twist shrieked outside and the snow pieces spun around the windows, the e