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[many-gay-magpies]

@drunk-dawn @villainsunoo @jaywonie yearning and angst ! this is . very soft and gay and sad hvbsbdnbdndb (also @jaywonie . hope its okay to tag u, ik we dont talk much but you're also part of the enhaverse crew so . ye !)

some sunjake for u all, with a bit of ot7 thrown in :D

song playlist:

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Jake watches Sunoo drift away.

He's been watching since they were kids—it's one of his greatest regrets.

When they were little, not too long after they'd all come to the orphanage, Sunoo was the shyest of all of them; never initiating conversations, always so scared and small.

He had been the first at the orphanage, and Jake the second. He still remembered when he first saw the boy—he had known, somehow, even then, that Sunoo would become an incredibly important figure in his life; someone that would mean more to him than perhaps anyone else, someone that would leave a lasting imprint on the walls of his soul, never to be washed off. Then the other boys came, and it didn't take long for them to start thinking the same.

The boy who hid behind curtains of himself and yet was brighter than all the rest of them combined—they were entranced by him. He was the glue, their Sunoo; bringing them together without even realizing. In every conversation, they would make him smile or laugh, and it was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever witnessed. It became their sole goal thereafter to witness it again, and again, and again, and again.

It was a wonderful sight, whenever the curtain would peel back just the tiniest bit and they were able to see stars that fell from his cheeks as he laughed, the sunlight that pooled in the corners of his eyes and left a mess of gold all down his hands and face.

They loved him. They loved him, and Jake supposes their first mistake was not letting that be known as much as it should have been.

(Jake's was never being brave enough to tell him.)

As they grew up, the boys began to grow distant, caught up in internal conflicts brought on by puberty and all manner of other things, some of them being perfectly normal for teenage boys to experience and some of them not normal at all (although it wasn't as if they had any frames of reference to compare it to). Regardless of the reason, tensions grew high, and Sunoo began to slip away more and more—much like Jake, unwilling to take sides and be caught in the crossfire. Also much like Jake, he suspected, the tension put a lot of stress on his already-open heart. There came a ghost in the space where he had once been, cold and empty-handed.

It was not their intention, but they had pushed him away—and Jake just watched it happen. He hated to think of it, all the nights that he'd woken up to watch Sunoo slip away into the forest, and watch him come back a little different every morning. A little more distant, a little more cold, a little less willing to push through the barriers they had put up involuntarily. He kept thinking that, maybe if he had been a little braver, a little better, he could have stopped it—but he didn't. He just sat by and watched as that thing slowly but surely took Sunoo from him, from all of them; and he couldn't even muster up the strength to be there for him.

He's different now; stronger. Better. He has vowed since turning that he will never again sit back and watch as all the things he has ever loved get taken from him. Instead, he will fight; hold them close to his chest within an inch of his dying breath, and die with them, if he has to. If it is possible for him to die, he thinks, he would do so willingly if it meant that the six lives he carries in his heart would be spared.

Still, a part of his mind knows that it's too late—too late for the one thing, the one person he should have been brave for a long time ago.

I have drunk the lion's liquid courage, he thinks, just like in the fairytales. I have brought the saucer to my lips and drained every last drop. But will it be enough? Will I be enough, for you, or have I already come too late?

They stand in the garden, framed by overgrown rose bushes, crumbling stone fixtures, and crawling ivy that covers everything they once called home.

"Sunoo," Jake says softly. He speaks the name like it's something sacred, a delicacy he would take all the time in the world to savour; rolling it around on his tongue and letting the taste soak in.

Sunoo is smiling. He's rarely ever doing anything else these days—but it's also rarely ever real. His eyes are guarded, everything he's ever felt blocked off by great looming walls of stone.

Jake knew him, once. He had to.

"What is it?" Sunoo asks—and his voice is so warm, face so kind and open, but Jake knows it's all a lie.

"I just..." He bites his lip; years of practiced conversations, of worries run over and over in his mind, and this hasn't gotten any easier. "I want you to know that I'm here. If ever there's anything that's... bothering you, anything you need to get off your chest—I'll be ready to listen."

"I know," says Sunoo quietly. There's something sad, there, then—in the shine of his eyes, the twitch of his fingers, the dip of his mouth when he smiles like rain.

He's always known. Jake has made it a point to make it known that he's a ready support system for all of them; there's no way he doesn't know.

I want to, he is saying. I want to tell you, but I can't. And Jake wants to ask, why?

"Sunoo," he says again, and its as though that prayer is the only word he can offer. Desperation is a taste so bitter it makes him cringe. Please, please, let me be there for you, let me fix this--

He swallows down the bile in his throat, tongue swiping across his bottom lip in a nervous gesture. "You can tell me," Jake says—voice so soft he can barely even hear it. "Anything, I... don't want you to hurt."

This is my olive branch, he thinks. This is the hand that I am holding out to you. Kim Sunoo, will you take it?

For a moment, just one single, searing moment, the pain in Sunoo's face is almost too much—he's almost breaking and in it Jake feels like he could break, too. But it flickers like the flash of a firefly and then it is gone. He softens, eases; shakes his head, the smile he wears so tender and sick.

"There's nothing, Jake; I'm alright," he says. Then he cocks his head back towards the house, saying- "Let's go back inside, hm? The others are probably waiting for us."

"Yeah," croaks Jake. "Probably."

He wants to run after him. He wants to scream, he wants to cry; he wants to sob until his voice grows hoarse.

He realizes that it is happening again as he watches Sunoo's retreating back. He's reaching out, gathering him up in his fingers and watching him fall between the cracks like sand. He's blowing away on the wind and, again, Jake can't do a single thing about it.

[many-gay-magpies]

hehehehehehehe

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

@honeyseungz @loabivey @angelhee @ofaffectionate :3

summary:

He didn't know she was a monster.

He had no way to.

She had lured him in with words sweet as honey, and he was but a fly to the trap. She had promised safety, protection, love—and he, a fool, had taken it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33097528

[many-gay-magpies]

@loabivey @honeyseungz @angelhee @affectionaterainoflove @yixiangs @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3

so uh yeah i wrote a thing ! lulu and artzyy's discussion about vampire jungwon had me feeling things, on top of this brilliant fic i read yesterday, so... here u go hsfhchfvc

wc: .9k, tw for blood, smoke, vague descriptions of a car crash and descriptions of a dried-up corpse. other than that i think that's it, but if you see anything you think i missed let me know!

and with that i present to you: blood bonds.

He can feel the blood on his hands. He doesn't know how he got here.

The scent alone is enough to have his mind reeling again—but he's full, now, satiated, and he no longer feels the need to hunt, to feed as he once did.

Jungwon slowly blinks awake, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. Memories start to trickle back in as he does, far away and faded as if from a dream—how he'd stopped a car in the middle of a street, clambered up onto it's windshield; how good it had felt, to taunt them, to see the fear of it's inhabitant through the rain-fogged glass. How good the blood had smelled; sweet, sickening, the catalyst to his blackout.

He's in a car, Jungwon realizes. Not only that, but the car had swerved off the road some time ago, and now sits with its front properly bashed in by the post of a streetlight; an impact that had left Jungwon unharmed. He sits in the lap of a body, white-skinned, shriveled, limp; a man or a woman, he doesn't know. Two puncture marks sit on the right side of it's neck, though any amount of blood that could have been pouring from them is long gone, now.

No. Not gone. Jungwon licks at his fangs and tastes the last bitter remains; shivers, perturbed. Guilt prickles in his chest, but not nearly as much as he thought there would be.

Maybe it's the haze he has yet to fully shake, but everything feels strangely idealistic, unreal—he feels guilty, yes, but more than that he feels good; really, really good. He doesn't need to look in a mirror to know that his skin is practically glowing, his cheeks plump and eyes bright, the warmth of another's blood flowing like wildfire under his skin. He feels more alive than he's never been, and laughs at the irony of it, the taste of just how false that statement is like copper on his tongue.

He tries to reach through the haze, tries to grasp for any inch of panic he might be feeling, but the only things his fingers close around is this light, bright sensation; ecstasy and relief at the final satiation of his hunger. He's never been drunk before, or high, or any of those other things, but he imagines this is what it might feel like.

Jungwon carefully extracts himself from the body beneath him, stepping out onto the cold pavement. Smoke rises in a column from the car's front, bringing warmth to the once-chilled night, but Jungwon is warm enough on his own that he has no need for it.

A thought comes like a bolt of lightning: I need the hyungs. Because as guiltless as he is now, he'll have plenty to feel guilty about later, when his lapse in control finds them on the run again.

A few seperate thoughts turn around in his mind, old ancestors rolling in their graves in time with his quieting breath. He needs to get rid of the body, take it somewhere safe until he can figure out what to do with it, and he probably needs his hyungs' and Riki's help to do it. The consequences of someone finding it here—sucked dry and bloodless, with a human-sized bite mark in the side of it's neck—are more than any of them can afford.

A part of him knows, too, in the back of his mind, that the euphoria won't last forever—sooner or later the rush he has will drain away, and when it does, he'll need to find someone to cry on; someone who won't be crushed by the weight of his guilt.

If, a voice in his head whispers, if you even feel it. He shoves the voice away.

Jungwon looks at the corpse in the driver's seat with the same disconnected grief as someone looking into the casket of a relative they knew only distantly. It was a man, Jungwon recalls vaguely. Wearing a pressed business suit, the blazer of which now sits discarded on the passenger seat floor, the collar of a crisp white button-up stained with blood. He wonders what kind of life he'd had; if he had a partner, children he was leaving behind. Children Jungwon made him leave behind. He hadn't meant to, hadn't wanted to, but-- but.

His grief is slow, sludgy, like a pool of black tar, and the tears don't come even as he wonders if they should.

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Heeseung knows what's happened as soon as he sees him. If it isn't the glow of his skin, the fullness of his cheeks, it's the dazed look in his eyes; the telltale dregs of euphoria that have yet to make their leave.

Although on second thought, maybe it was the blood that did it, trickling down his chin and staining his teeth and lips rust-red.

"I didn't mean to do it," he says quietly. In the background, Jay and Jake drag the body out of the car, and Sunoo and Sunghoon watch with Riki to make sure no one sees.

"I know," Heeseung says, voice soft. "I know you didn't." Then he opens his arms, and Jungwon falls in as readily as if he was born there.

[many-gay-magpies]

@loabivey @honeyseungz @angelhee @ofaffectionate @yixiangs @cherry-riki

so uh. heyyy <3

pt 2 (technically pt 1 because it happens before) of blood bonds is here!! tagging everyone that i tagged for blood bonds (except for kyu </3) bcs why not

i'm not 100% on this, but that's mostly because i've been staring at it for a week, and y'all haven't, so i hope that you'll enjoy it thoroughly more than i do

wc: 1.7k, tw for blood, blood-sucking, death and mentions of death, and vague descriptions of a car crash. same as the last one pretty much, let me know if there's anything i missed!

that being said, have some bloodlust.

It's a scent that stops him in the middle of the street, blaring alarms through every inch of his body—thick and sweet, intoxicating, like the richest chocolates and tenderest meats. For a second, it brings him back to his days in the castle; feasts coating tables upon tables in every decadence he could imagine. He hasn't felt that kind of indulgence in a long time.

Jungwon is immediately aware of his instincts overcoming him; he knows what the smell is, he's smelled it coming off the other boys enough times to be familiar with it. But not this strong. Never this strong.

His head swims. Stars cloud his vision, and yet everything is ten times brighter, more crisp; his senses sharpened, sensitivity heightened. Jungwon battles with himself for a moment, there, on the side of the road, watching the car with the contents of it's driver's seat smelling so delectably like food as it drives by; no, no, don't give in, don't succumb, you've made it so far already, just hold on a little bit longer—but the gut-wrenching hunger inside him is like none he's ever faced before.

It tears at him, the unbearable hunger, the emptiness; twists his insides into knots and makes him double over against the brick wall beside him. He doesn't want to give in, doesn't want to take, doesn't want to hurt—but he's so, so hungry, and it smells so, so good and he just can't take it anymore. It's a kind of longing that burns him from the inside out, and maybe... maybe it wouldn't hurt, to... to give in, just this once.

He's hungry. He needs food. Really, when he thinks about it for long enough, rationalizes it in his mind, that's all there is to it. Lions don't feel bad when they hunt gazelle, do they?

(Something is different here, though. Lions, unlike vampires, will stop. Lack of food will make their body grow cold, their energy sapped until there is nothing left; they grow tired, bodies moving slower and slower, until they breath their last breath. Vampires do not. Vampires will not stop. The hunger depletes them, eats at them, and then when it can eat no more it consumes them completely—writhing black hole taken ghastly, human shape. Death evades them, and so they become death in it's place—emptiness so great it would eat the whole world if it could.)

So, with his resolve melting as his hunger rages, Jungwon presses onward—taking advantage of the scenery's sudden clarity to slink towards the moving car at a truly frightening pace. Plus, it could be... fun, he finds himself thinking; fun, to play around a bit, see how much fear he can truly instill. In the past, Jay and Sunghoon's jokes to Sunoo to "not play with his food" when me mentioned spooking his victims the tiniest bit before feeding had left Jungwon feeling sick to his stomach—but now, the idea doesn't seem so bad.

A voice in Jungwon's head (the more logical Jungwon; the one that isn't starving, the one that's still on the edge of rational) tells him, you're being stupid, as he throws caution to the wind and teleports directly in front of the car. Someone could see you, do you even have any idea what you're doing? But the voice of hunger rises above all others, and Jungwon, smirking at the screech of tires on asphalt as the car skids to a stop in front of him, tells the voice, it's dark out, and we're in an abandoned part of the city; who, really, do you think could see us?

The voice protests, but the drone of Jungwon's hunger drowns it out. He feels cool metal on the palms of his hands, hears the metallic clang of his boots against the car's hood. The trembling of the man inside tinges his nerves with delight.

He raises his finger to his lips in a single gesture, shhh, and wonders if his eyes gleam red.

Thoughts run one by one through his mind, though they are fleeting, like mice; skittering into the darkness as soon as he catches sight of them. He should have listened to the hyungs, he should have been more careful, he shouldn't have waited this long—he knows the consequences of vampires going too long without blood from Sunghoon's stories, how could he have been so stupid?

But it all fades, irrelevant, in face of what sits before him now—food. A meal. Satiation, finally, an end to his hunger. He can feel his conscience slipping away more and more as the moments pass, the little Jungwon in his head letting go of it's logic.

It is with this quieting of the rational voice and sudden booming of the instinctual one that Jungwon teleports himself to the back seat of the man's car. It doesn't take long for him to be noticed—even the lack of his reflection in the rear view mirror cannot disguise the creak of expensive leather and the sigh he lets out.

"Jesus Christ--" the man nearly shouts, car jolting forward as he slams on the breaks. Jungwon doesn't flinch. He turns to look over his shoulder and meets an unblinking vermillion stare. "W-what the hell are you, kid?"

"Go on, guess," he says, brow raised. "I have all night."

Though even as he speaks, Jungwon knows the statement is a lie—he's the closest to the man, the closest to a human he's ever been since turning, no plexiglass or metal barrier between them—the smell of the man's racing heart and pumping blood chokes his senses like smoke, so thick he can barely breath. Jungwon doesn't know how long he'll be able to hold out—but he can feel how the seconds tick by, as if there's a pocket watch embedded in his skull. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Agonizing. Even so, Jungwon delights in the fear, the rabbit-quick pace of the man's heart. Equally as amused as he is overwhelmed, he decides that quickening it a little more won't hurt, and smirks, doing well to lick over his fangs in perfect line with the man's eyesight.

"Shit--" Eyes widen comically, and breath grows shaky with the reckless fumbling at car door handles in an effort to escape, pure, cold fear jolting through bones and bringing goosebumps to unsettled skin. It's useless, though; because all the doors lock, jammed shut, and the most he can do is huddle as close to the door as he can, as far away as possible from the boy with glowing eyes suddenly perched in his passenger seat.

"Surprised?" Jungwon asks with a grin.

The man gulps. "Th-this isn't happening," he mumbles, eyes focussed somewhere off in space, past Jungwon. "This can't be happening to me. This... this is impossible."

"Oh, it's very possible," hums Jungwon. "You'd be surprised to find out how much is." And he smirks wide again. He probably looks like a madman, but he doesn't care. He can taste the man's blood on the air.

"Please, don't kill me," he whispers. "W-whatever it is you want, I'll do it, just-- I don't wanna die. Please."

Any other day, the pleading would have gotten to him—any other day, Jungwon would have cried and screamed and torn at his own skin at the prospect of ever killing anyone, let alone drinking from them. But now, the logical him (the human him, he thinks for a moment) has been tucked into the deepest recesses of his mind, and the sound is like music to his ears.

"H-have mercy," the man stutters quietly.

Jungwon tilts his head. Mercy? a voice in his head whispers. It is a voice he hardly sees himself in, and yet it consumes him completely. There is no mercy. You are only prey.

It's funny how suddenly it hits him—how long he's waited for this, and how he can't stand to wait a second more. Faster than lightning Jungwon blinks on top of the man, pinning him down; the protests (physical as well as verbal) make no difference to him. He searches for a carotid artery with shaking fingers and, once he finds it, sinks his teeth in with a groan.

The car swerves in a panic, and the sound of it crashing into a streetlight is a distant ringing in Jungwon's mind. Everything is muffled, as if he's been thrust underwater, and he might as well have, with the way the smell and taste of blood blooms around him, inside him. He feels himself wanting more, needing more, craving more, the hunger never-ending as he sinks his teeth even further into his victim's neck.

Nothing else matters in that moment, and he knows, now, he knows what the others were talking about—how good it feels to feed when you've starved for so long.

His victim loses consciousness soon after that, but still Jungwon drinks. He can't find it in him to stop—it tastes so, so good and he's still so, so hungry, and it seems his hunger only grows the more he feeds; every bit of blood he drains, the sickness and lethargy drains away with it, leaving a hunger larger than he had known behind. Eyes closed, the world spins around him, and Jungwon can feel himself slowly revitalizing as he drinks, and drinks, and drinks, and drinks.

Jungwon loses track of time the longer he sits there.

The hunger is less ravaging, now, only a low growl in the back of his throat; and soon it peters out entirely. The body under him has grown cold—it's warmth taking new ownership. He feels the stolen blood and pulse humming under his skin.

There is plenty to worry about, he knows—plenty things he should, realistically, care more about than he does. But for the life of him he can't pick out what they are, buried beneath layers of cotton he doesn't care to reach through.

His mind is heavy with fullness, and heavy with sleep, and for the second time that day a little voice in the corner of it urges him to just give in—so he does.

[many-gay-magpies]

so now that i've got lily out, i saw it fit to post this little sort of follow-up piece that i did for it, as an additional insight into sunoo and the queen's relationship following the events of lily (although you don't need to have read lily to read this). i imagine this takes place sometime around fever, with sunoo being the one that gets all the boys trapped in the castle and down with the fever in the first place (which is a thought i've had rolling around in my head for a while).

tw for toxic/abusive relationships, gaslighting, arguing, crying, mild violence... yeah you get the idea

@honeyseungz @loabivey @angelhee

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"Did you do it?"

Sunoo stood stiffly, hands at his sides as he stood before the queen.

"I did," he said—his voice a shell of itself. Guilt twisted like a venomous snake in his gut.

The queen hummed her approval.

"Hmm, good. You've done well for me."

Every word she spoke made bile rise in his throat—her unwavering approval, her tender-handed affection, the poison-laced honey that dripped from her tongue with every smile. Cherry-red lips he could not look at, and so he stared at the hem of her gown instead.

"What's the matter, my sweet?" She had sensed that something was off—something amiss in the heart of her ever-willing servant. She moved forward in grand, sweeping gestures, placing the pads of her fingers under Sunoo's chin and lifting it in a move that made his breath hitch. Eyes the color of red wine stared back at him. "Everything is going to plan, and yet... you don't seem happy."

Sunoo couldn't tell if she was genuinely surprised, or just taunting him.

"I'm not," he said instead. How could he be? His friends' demises sown behind him, the needle in his ready hands. He had never been a steady tailor, and his fingers were riddled with pinpricks.

The queen's face twisted—lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes filled with sickening sweet concern. "Why ever not? My little sun, don't you know you're getting everything you've every wanted?"

"I know," he said softly. I don't know what I want anymore, he thought.

Safety, warmth, stability—that was what he'd wanted. A steady hand, loyalty and love he would never have to question; protection from all the evils in the world. Wether he stated his wants aloud or not, she had known them, and provided. But the comfort he felt with her in his youth was long gone, now—her love was tainted, and he got no warmth from it. Her protection felt more like a cage from which he could not escape.

The queen gave a soft gasp. "It's them, isn't it?"

Sunoo brought his eyes back to her face again. "What?"

"The other boys," she said. "You're still attached to them. You feel bad for hurting them."

Sunoo couldn't help the incredulity that slipped into his voice as he said, "You thought I wouldn't?"

She shook her head and sighed. "I thought you had grown out of this." I thought you had figured out that I am the only one who would ever truly care for you.

Tears stung his eyes and the back of his throat, but he bit them back, unwilling to be so vulnerable in front of her—not here, not now. Not ever again.

She sighed, raising her hand to cup his cheek instead—he hated it. Hated how the slightest touch made his skin crawl, hated how he was frozen in place under her gaze, shackles holding his ankles to the ground. Hated it, hated it, hated it, hated her, hated himself for ever having loved her.

"I know it's... hard," she said, voice so soft though he knew it was only poison; the sugar-sweet lure at the bottom of a pitcher plant. "Letting go. Especially since you've help on for so long. But you must understand, Sunoo... their love is conditional. The second they hear of the things you've done, they'll cast you away without a second thought."

The words that went unsaid rang impossible loud in his ears. But I will not. I am the only one that won't. It was true, and he knew and hated it, the way she had him wrapped around her finger—the corner that he had backed himself into.

He jerked away from her touch as if he had been burned, eyes boring into her like hot coals. "And yours isn't?" He spat. "You say their love is conditional, and yet you ask so much of me, make me your slave with that exact same promise—love. And all so you can get to him."

His words were hot ash, pouring down on her skin, and yet she only shook her head and laughed sardonically. "You hate me for telling the truth," she said.

"I hate you," he seethed, "for keeping me here." And I hate myself, for being unable to break free.

The queen tutted softly, taking one of his hands in hers. "Whatever happened to the sweet little boy from the woods, hm?" The boy that didn't question, didn't doubt, the boy that would blissfully obey her every whim.

He left the moment you decided to make me into a puppet, Sunoo wanted to say, but didn't.

Unable to control himself any longer, Sunoo lunged forward, hands gripping her shoulders and propelling them both forward until she hit the wall on the other side of the castle. The stone cracked behind her—great fissures spiderwebbing out from the place of impact, reaching all the way to the great marble ceilings. But all she did was laugh; laugh, an impossibly bitter sound.

"You're only helping prove my point, you know," she said as he growled. "What would the others think, if they saw this side of you?"

And again his breath caught, knowing her words to be true—a sob rocketed past his lips before he could curb it. She raised both hands to cup either side of his face, wiping the tears away.

"They wouldn't understand," she said softly. "Wouldn't love you. Not like I do."

Sunoo nodded rapidly, the tears only coming faster by the second. He hated being here, under her gaze, wrapped in her touch—and yet it was the only place he truly felt safe. "I'm sorry," he choked, fisting hands in the sleeves of her gown. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, so sorry-"

"It's alright," she said gently. Softly she brought him into her arms; put a hand on the back of his head, lead it to rest in the crook of her neck. "It's alright; you can cry, now."

[many-gay-magpies]

@honeyseungz @angelhee @loabivey2 so uh . a little sneak peek for you. that isn't really a sneak peek at all because it's not a part of anything and it's not going anywhere besides just what you see here. also this is literally just pure angst, aside from the minimal comfort at the end, so like. you have been warned.

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"Isn't that what you want?" Sunoo says, his voice trembling. "To make me hurt?"

Heeseung's voice quiets. "What?" He sounds like he's barely whispering.

"You should," Sunoo whimpers. There are tears on his cheeks. "Want—to hurt me. T-to see me fall."

"Sunoo..." Heeseung takes a step forward. Sunoo steps back.

"I deserve it, don't I?" He says, and it's clear he believes it. "A-after all I've done, everything I've put you through. I... I deserve to hurt, too."

"Sunoo, no," Heeseung tries, but the younger's eyes are already hardened. And Sunoo laughs—laughs. It makes Heeseung flinch. It's the most bitter sound he's ever heard from the boy.

"What, you're going to act like you don't agree?" He spits, his words tasting of poison. "Don't—don't."

Following that is only silence, but between them, what Sunoo's just said hangs heavy still—reverberating off the weathered walls, bouncing down from the high ceilings to meet Heeseung's ears again.

Sunoo's always looked small. But he looks it even moreso, now, his frame thin and shivering, arms wrapped around himself in a protective gesture. A sob rocks his chest, and broken he says, "Blame me."

Heeseung's breath catches in his throat. "Sunoo--"

"Blame me," he says again, and it sounds almost pleading this time, like he's asking for repentance—even if it's anything but. He takes a step towards Heeseung, eyes wide and desperate. "Hate me. Hurt me. Please, I can't-- you have to. Please..."

Heeseung moves forward before he can stop himself. He has a hand placed on the younger's cheek, wiping his tears away. Sunoo's eyes shut tight as he leans into the touch.

"Please," he says quietly.

The second Heeseung opens his arms, Sunoo all but falls into them—gravity weighing him down alone for far too long. There are hands fisted in the back of his shirt, a face buried in the crook of his neck as Sunoo just cries, and cries, and cries, and cries.

Heeseung watches as the pieces fall, shattering, onto the concrete; how he'll ever piece this back together, he doesn't know. For now, he just gathers all the little shards into his arms and holds them there.

[many-gay-magpies]

throwing in some safe & sound lyrics for good measure apparently

[many-gay-magpies]

okay may i just be allowed to say that while the whole two enhypens theory is very cool and makes a lot of sense i probably will not be writing it into any of my enhaverse stuff because that shit is WAY too complicated

[many-gay-magpies]

a mini sneak peek for you all @honeyseungz @angelhee @loabivey

(tw for blood drinking but thats like it)

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@honeyseungz @loabivey so that uh. that mini au that you had like a very small rb thread about yesterday (well over a few days ago now that im posting this). well uh. um . actually you know what im just gonna let you read it yourselves

so. heeseung, jay, and sunoo are all brothers. wether its actual brothers or just "brothers" by blood bond or whatever idk. but, regardless, they're brothers. im thinking that like, at first they aren't vampires, theyre just regular dudes yknow? (and just a forewarning, a lot of this isnt gonna be as compliant with the enhaverse theorizing we've done so far, it's just a little brain worm i wanted to play around with, throwing a little bit of enhaverse crumbs in here and there)

but anyway. they're not vampires, im thinking theyre just like... adopted/found family brothers, probably orphans or something. regardless they love each other a lot and its great. personality-wise everything is super different, but just for plot conveniences, heeseung, jay, and sunoo are the yunmeng trio (heeseung as wwx, jay as jc, and sunoo as jyl respectively), and jungwon is lwj.

the three brothers meet jungwon, probably brought together by this Big Fantasy Evil, maybe something involving the vampire queen as a character? idk. there's some big evil shit going down, and the three brothers somehow end up with jungwon and HIS big bro, who im imagining is jake (basically the lan xichen in this situation—very soft, kind, gentle; the vibes are right). both of them are vampires, not that our three orphan bois know that. they get caught up in the danger, and vampire bros jake and jungwon coms to the rescue.

now, a little bit of personality-mapping here: jay is outwardly very loud, fun, temperamental, and sarcastic, generally very much like he is irl; but inside, he's intensely loyal, protective, and loving, with a HUGE soft spot for the people closest to him. sunoo is very sweet, sensitive, and kind—the walking hug of the three brothers, who is certainly not without his bite and wont hesitate to talk back to anyone who hurts them. aggressively and without mercy. also he makes them soup for comfort and is generally best boy. heeseung is very goofy, playful, free-spirited, and bright, but insecure and sensitive underneath it all; generally a loud annoying mess of a boy. pure chaotic neutral and a gremlin if there ever was one. jungwon, on the other hand, is... not. he's nervous, quiet, cautious to a fault and intensely righteous, always standing up for what's right and refusing to waver from his chosen path. very lawful good vibes. he, naturally, is more than a little put off when jay, sunoo, and heeseung's chaotic ass come crashing into he and his brother jake's once-peaceful (ish) lives. and it doesn't help that heeseung is a... huge flirt, and apparently deadset on making jungwon his friend. fuck.

jungwon... doesn't know what to do. and it would all be so much easier if heeseung were dumb or stupid or unattractive or just a total asshole—but he isnt any of those things. he's beautiful, smart, insanely witty with a brain faster than any jungwon's ever seen—he can't help but admire him. but on top of that, he's wreckless as hell, unpredictable, and pushy, and gives jungwon heart attacks way too much for his liking. he doesn't even have a heartbeat. he's fucking dead.

it eventually comes out that jake and jungwon are vampires; the brothers are surprisingly cool with it. not the craziest thing that's happened to them.

the five boys get closer, staying together as they fight their foe (which im becoming increasingly inclined to make the werewolves), and through a series of convoluted events, jungwon learns that heeseung is not only gorgeous, smart, talented, and funny as all get-out, but also sensitive, caring, insecure, and thoughtful... and heeseung, who's only goal had been to break through the nervous and straightforward outer shell of his young dongsaeng, does just that. and jungwon, naturally, starts to fall in love.

somewhere along the line, though, things go wrong—as they were bound to do in an au loosely based off of the untamed. something happens to heeseung; he's fatally wounded after saving jay's life, and disappears, nowhere to be found. his brothers eventually assume the worse; that he's gone forever. but the queen finds him, takes care of him, nurses him back to health. turns him.

when he comes back, nothing's the same. the war is still going, and his brothers thought he was dead—but he isn't. but he's... different. jungwon and jake are quick to realize that he's been turned, how, they dont know—but they talk to him, teach him, try to help him, jungwon especially. of course he does; he's in love. heeseung, of course, is dismissive; doesn't take it seriously. ill be fine, whats so bad about this? or, perhaps, he doesn't let on just how hard he's taking it; fearing vulnerability more than he fears being a vampire.

inevitably, though, heeseung's wrecklessness leads to doom—he lets his bloodlust overtake him, relishes in it, no matter how much jungwon had warned him against it, pleaded with him to take caution. he says it's usefull—says he can help them take out enemies, help them win this war. jungwon warns him that he could end up getting more than he bargained for. heeseung doesn't listen.

heeseung helps them win the war; practically wins it for them. hes happy, bitterly, until he isnt. he's happy, until he sees his brother—sees sunoo. blood-covered, pale-skinned, drained.

no.

heeseung is broken. jay even moreso. jay yells at him; yells and yells and yells and yells. curses him out, tells him he hates him, tells him he's nothing but cruel evil—he doesn't mean it, of course, but no one knows it then, not even him. now he is only angry; so, so angry. heeseung, wrought with guilt and shame and grief, flees—hides himself somewhere secluded, does the closest thing a vampire can possibly do to death, the equivalent of a thousand-year hibernation. none can find him, he's made sure of that. in his guilt and shame and anger he stews, asleep, for hundreds, thousands of years.

after the anger passes, jay is more than anything in mourning—for heeseung as well as for sunoo. he has a realization, that being that, when, inevitably, heeseung comes back, he doesn't want him to be alone: even if he'll have jungwon and jake, it won't be the same as having his brother. so jay pleads, cries, begs for jungwon to turn him—so that they can search for heeseung together, so that when heeseung comes back, he'll have jay waiting for him, too. so, reluctantly, jungwon gives in and turns jay—after which he helps him deal with his newfound immortality and vampiric status—helping him handle his bloodlust and helping him learn how to feed. over the centuries that heeseung is gone, jay, jungwon, and jake grow even closer (j line eyyy), inseparable as they search for heeseung and even outside of that. jungwon and jay are the closest, jay growing a colossal soft spot for the boy and not hesitating to take him under his wing and protect him with all he has (initially, sort of as a replacement for protecting heeseung, but eventually jay's affection for jungwon grows into something all it's own). to be clear, no love triangle bullshit here, only sickening-sweet platonic soulmates jaywon and a jungwon that is still achingly in love with heeseung.

(okay for anyone thats actually watched cql/read mdzs, yes i KNOW lwj and jc did not get along at all and kind of hated each other but. this is my au i do what i want, and if i want to add soft jaywon into the mix then im fucking going to, goddamnit)

OKAY TIME FOR SOME WACKY SIDE-PLOT MADNESS

so. sunghoon. how does he fit into all this? how does he end up being the one to trigger heeseung's "resurrection"? how does heeseung GET resurrected in the first place? well, not to worry, you're about to find out! and i am too because i'm just figuring this out as i go along baybyyyy

sunghoon, im thinking, is a friend of jake's (lets throw some jakehoon in here too bcs why not), either from before everything went to shit and heeseung went and isolated himself, or sometime during the numerous centuries jakewon spent looking for heeseung with jay. either way, sunghoon is this boy who jake is friends with and cares about a lot, and is also maybe kind of in love with. while jaywon spend most of their time looking for heeseung, jake spends his with sunghoon—finding himself often alone, now that his little bother is going off on his own adventures.

in a situation quite similar to heeseung's, sunghoon probably gets fatally injured somehow and is near death, but jake, not wanting him to die, decides to turn him instead. niki is also involved, and it's a sort of package deal, because before meeting jakewon, heeseung, and everyone, they were their own little thing; not unlike jay, heeseung, and sunoo's brother's triad. they were both probably orphans, niki being the much younger one, and as such sunghoon took him under his wing and never looked back. when jake turned sunghoon, niki was basically like "m8 what the fuck" and demanded he be turned too, not wanting his sunghoon-hyung to live on forever while he grew old and died. jake, also having a soft spot for niki, was like "fine alright" and turned him too. so, now their little vampire coven numbered five, and all was (moderately) well.

or not.

the thing was, jake hadn't anticipated how powerful sunghoon would be—there's nothing in life that anyone's found yet that would indicate a person's level of power once turned, so jake had... pretty much no way to see this coming. but, anyway, sunghoon was... really, really powerful. like, insanely powerful. all the abilities vampires were said to have in legends, the likes of which were previously reserved for just legends, he had them; flawless teleportation, mind control, shape-shifting, the whole bit. and on top of that, he was controlled—insanely good at monitoring himself and keeping tabs on his own instincts. one of the most self-sufficient, well-mannered vampires jake had ever seen. it was... frankly insane.

the problem? the queen. this is where she comes in, because she's played a part in all the boys' transformations, albeit indirectly—when jake and jungwon first turned, it was she who turned them. she could sense sunghoon's power, and she wanted it for herself. jake and jungwon had done well at avoiding her, even forgetting about her for a while; but what she wanted, she took, and take she did. it was sunghoon she took: luring him to her in small increments and then all at once, taking control of him, turning him into a mindless puppet. sunghoon had always prided himself in control, and without it, havoc wreaked: bodies dropping left and right, people being killed seemingly at random, their only purpose being to instill fear and paranoia.

now, niki had heard tales, before, from his hyungs but also from regular townspeople to whom the legend had gotten passed down, of heeseung, and how great and terrible he was. heeseung, the townspeoples' folktales said, had been insane, unstoppable: a mad genius far too gone for redemption. niki also knew from his hyungs' fond stories that heeseung, more than evil, was kind and caring; he was loyal, and powerful in his loyalty, and niki thought that if anyone could save his sunghoon-hyung, it was heeseung.

so niki went on a journey. without telling jaywon or anyone else (and thus causing quite the panic), he spent years searching for heeseung, everywhere jaywon had thought to look and everywhere they hadn't, and twice more for good measure. and, by some stroke of luck, either due to his own sheer force of will of something else entirely, niki found him: locked away in an old castle that never quite seemed to stay put, constantly phasing in between realities. it made sense why no one had found him before then—he didn't want to be found. desperately, in fact.

but niki, too, was desperate. he enacted a ritual that was said (by jake, so of course it was to be trusted) to wake any vampire that had gone into hibernation, and, miracles continuing to work for the bitter young boy, it worked. heeseung awoke—startled to find himself staring into the face of a very teary, very angry (visibly) sixteen-year-old.

confusion passed, things and motives were explained, and heeseung (although bitter at having been woken up, and still riddled with enough guilt to last 1500 lifetimes) attempted to patiently tell niki that he had no fucking idea how to help sunghoon whatsoever. niki pretty much said "well you better fucking find a way because you're not going back to sleep now, the world's about to fucking end. also jay and jungwon-hyung have been looking for you for literal centuries, do you know how pissed theyd be if i went out looking for you, found you, then came back empty-handed? really fucking pissed is how much. also sad. did i mention sad?" and heeseung, notoriously weak and also kind of (read: very) in love, is just like "...jungwon? jay?"

so niki brings heeseung back to the others, the return journey taking a long enough time that the two become significantly close to each other, heeseung's long-forgotten big brother instincts (tm) kicking in around the younger vampire. niki has to basically drag heeseung out of the castle by his teeth, because as much as he misses his brother and jungwon, he's still so incredibly guilty, and completely convinced that he isnt worth love or life whatsoever and that jay still hates his guts. and, jungwon... he doesn't even want to think about jungwon. how he failed him. how he let him down. but, niki slowly works through the insecurities, bit by bit: assuring heeseung that, no, even though jay will definitely rip him a new one once he sees him again, he'll also cry and hug him for at least 24 hours because he misses him like hell and heeseungie hyung you have no idea.

they weather a lot together. storms, mental breakdowns, bouts of blood-starvation so severe heeseung thinks he'll lose it again: but they're there for each other. they hunt, talk, keep each other warm, and in it, form an unbreakable bond. niki had heard tales of the legendary lee heeseung, who wiped out entire armies in two seconds flat and comforted his friends when they were sad and annoyed jay to the very ends of the earth: but what he's faced with is a man with more insecurities than niki has hairs on his head—and he has a lot of hairs on his head.

by the time they make it back to the coven's home, heeseung has grown sufficiently attached to the enigma that is niki, and has almost completely but it out of his mind that he's here for his old friends, too. he's only doing this for niki: it's a fact he's comfortable with. so when they reach the front steps he just... freezes.

i have a very clear image of it in my head—jungwon, jay, and jake sense niki's presence, in some weird vampire-y way. it's been around 10, 15 years since he left at this point, so of course they rush out to greet him, ready with scoldings and lashings about how stupid he had been (after, of course, making sure he's unharmed and alright)—but it all dies on their tongues as soon as they see who's with him.

frozen. everything is frozen.

i imagine it's a lot like lulu and artzyy's post. jungwon is the first to move, stepping forward and whimpering out a broken "hyung", and all heeseung's guilt and avoidance is forgotten in favor of cradling jungwon to his chest, holding him close and whispering reassurances into the crown of his head, wonnie, im so sorry, hyung's so sorry; i didn't mean to leave you for so long, i'm here now, its okay. and of course then jay comes in, crying and screaming about how the fuck is it okay, how can it ever be okay, how could you just not mean to leave us alone for 1500 years?! how the fuck do you just expect to waltz back into our lives like nothing ever happened and pretend its all okay?!? and then he hits him, and hurts him, tries to make him feel even an inkling of the hurt he was made to feel for the past fifteen hundred years—but then punching him turns into fisting hands into the back of his shirt and sobbing into his neck and holding him so tight he wouldn't be able to breath if he had the need to and please, please don't leave, why would you leave, you asshole, why did you leave?

so yeah. things happen. reunions are had, tears are shed. some indirect heewon love confessions probably happen later on in the form of very intense devotions of life and self and all that. "walking on the single-log bridge in the dark really isnt so bad" you know the whole shbang. meanwhile jay salty in the background just like "cant you just say you love each other like normal human beings jesus fucking christ"

jayseung's relationship (or the reigniting of it) is, well, rocky. they're both conflicted—jay even more than heeseung. because, the thing is, heeseung killed sunoo. as regretful as he is, that doesn't make it any easier to forget. but he's back, and alive, and in one piece, and he isn't leaving, and jay knows it wasn't really his fault, he wasn't in control—but he killed him. he killed their brother. and it WAS his own stupid fault for losing control in the first place, for not listening to jungwon, so what the hell is jay supposed to think? he flip-flops between being intensely grateful that heeseung is back and okay and finally with them again, and then remembering what he's done, giving him the cold shoulder and not speaking to him for hours on end. and all the while, heeseung is riddled with guilt, and shame, and grief he'd suppressed for far too long; niki's stubbornness combined with jungwon's unwavering support being the only things keeping him from bolting into oblivion all over again. all in all, it's a difficult time—but they get there. eventually.

naturally, they save sunghoon. what else is there to do? they defeat the queen, break her control over their friend—and then jakehoon have their own teary reunion, not unlike heewon's, and sungki have theirs, not unlike jayseung's (although with a... considerable decrease in cursing and conflicted emotions, and a lot more immediate sobbing). they're a mess—sunghoon is traumatized, heeseung is traumatized, jay and niki are traumatized, they're all just fucking traumatized. jayseung will probably take a long time to get back to the way they once were, if it's even possible—there'll always be an empty space there, something gone, something missing, and it's one that can't be filled. jungwon barely lets heeseung out of sight or touch alike, and heeseung isn't much better off. jay's always been the more touchy one out of the three of them; but after years of missing, of longing, there's plenty of time to be made up, and heeseung is just... so, so soft, and warm, and being held by him is the loveliest thing jungwon's ever known.

AND NOW A SUNOO THING, BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ENHA LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER AS OT6 WITH SUNOO JUST FUCKING DEAD DOES. NOT WORK FOR ME

so like. sunoo isn't dead, or he doesn't stay dead, or not the soulless-unmoving kind of dead anyway. you know how necromancy and fierce corpses exist in donghua and shit? well they exist here too because fuck you and also i said so. i made myself sad and now im making it happy again goddamnit.

anyway. after he dies, sunoo gets found by the queen, too, and because she's all-powerful and whatnot she fucking necromances him—figures he'll be useful later. as he is, though, he's basically nothing more than a puppet; like wen ning and song lan were when they were being controlled. his soul isn't... gone exactly, just imprisoned, prevented from being able to come forward and command his body.

so. sunoo is still partially alive, and the boys (jay, jake, jungwon, sunghoon, niki, and whatnot)... don't know that. i imagine that for pretty much the entirety of the centuries that heeseung is gone, sunoo's status as a necromanced fierce corpse goes entirely unknown to them, and it's only after heeseung is brought back by niki that he starts to resurface. i imagine they realize it in a sort of tense, action-filled scenario: the boys have gone to investigate another attack, thinking it's sunghoon, but as it turns out the queen has had TWO undead corpses running around doing her dirty work instead of one. and one of them is sunoo.

heeseung and jay, of course, are stunned. they cant believe it's real; it isn't real, it can't be—and yet.

a lot of angsty plot stuff happens—i dont have the energy or enough shits to give to figure out what. the thing is, the queen only kept sunoo this long and brought him out as a tactic to lure heeseung, make him weaker; and it probably worked. in the midst of both fighting against sunghoon and fighting to SAVE sunghoon, heeseung is bent on saving sunoo as well, and there's probably a lot of very angsty talk wherein there are disagreements about who's life, really, is more important in this situation, and if heeseung is just trying to make up for what he did to sunoo. regardless, heeseung ends up saving sunoo and bringing his soul back to the surface. what he doesn't expect is for sunoo to forgive him—fully and wholeheartedly. and it feels wrong, because no, you should be angry with me, you should hate me and want to hurt me like i hurt you; but sunoo is just... happy. happy that he's back, happy that heeseung is back, happy that they're all together again. and its conflicting, to say the least. even moreso because sunoo isnt stupid—he didnt just act like heeseung was an innocent who did no wrong; he knew he had been wreckless, knew he was at fault, and he forgave him still. loved him still. that was something heeseung... hadn't been prepared for.

like i said in the last part, they save sunghoon; how, im not sure, but they save him, probably with a fair bit of sunoo's help, and they're together again. only the tiny difference here is that sunoo is with them too. sunoo is back, and the gang has yet another undead bestie to teach the ropes of being a vampire to. things are awkward, obviously, especially between the original brother's trio of heeseung, sunoo, and jay; because sunoo is his usual sweet and kind self while jay believes that he should be more angry at heeseung for killing him, heeseung agrees, and jay has some very conflicted feelings about how self-depricating his hyung is being (because like... yeah you killed sunoo and im supposed to hate you but you're not supposed to hate yourself, you idiot, what the fuck?)

(also like. if we're gonna take some more crumbs from cql canon here im gonna go ahead and say sunoo's death was at least somewhat self-sacrificial, even if it was heeseung that ended up causing it in the end)

(i kind of love how jiang cheng-y i made enhaverse jay here to be honest)

(okay this has been in my drafts WAY too long because ive been waiting for some miraculous Other Detail i need to add to pop up in my mind, but honestly i can just add anything else i think of in a reblog afterwards, this bitch just needs to see the light of day)

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i have a million other things i should be working on, but this idea entered my head and wouldn't leave until i wrote it, so... yeah. @loabivey @honeyseungz @angelhee

some background/story context: jungwon is a pretty newly-turned vampire and jake is a more experienced vampire that's been helping him. jake is also a part of a coven, but jungwon hasn't met them yet. the way i imagine the story going is that the coven has to leave and move somewhere else, and jungwon refuses jake's offers to go with them until he loses control of his bloodlust and kills someone, and ends up on the run with them to avoid being hunted or tying his family up in everything.

wc is just above .6k, tw for blood mention but it's only once and not super major

p.s: i highly recommend listening to daughter's run while reading this

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Jake buttoned his coat, and Jungwon pulled on his shoes.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Jake said softly. His voice broke the strange silence—not uncomfortable, but not really in a position to be called comfortable, either—that had been settled over them for the past few hours.

Jungwon shot the elder a sharp glance.

"I know," he said. "I think that's the fifth time you've told me, now."

Jake was too kind for his own good sometimes—and Jungwon appreciated it, really, he did, but... he wished he would stop making it sound so much like he wanted Jungwon to change his mind.

Jake shook his head and sighed. "I know, I'm sorry, it's just..." He moved forward to tug on Jungwon's scarf—an unnecessary gesture, an excuse to be closer to the younger more than anything. "I'm worried for you, is all. This is all so new for you, and everything's happening so suddenly—I just want to look out for you."

"I'm not a kid anymore, hyung," Jungwon replied. "I can handle myself." But nothing could disguise the fondness in his voice, the warmth in his eyes as he stared at the other. He reached a hand up to cup Jake's face; skin smooth and cold to the touch. Like pearls, Jungwon couldn't help but think.

He let out a breath as his hand fell away. "And besides," he said, smile crooking upwards, "what would you rather have me do?"

Jake shrugged. "I don't know." He reached down to lace his boots a little tighter. "You could always tell your mom—have her take you somewhere. You don't have to leave her."

Jungwon shuddered at the thought. His mother, already so stressed with work and money and a million other unrelated things, forced to uproot their entire life just because of something her son had done—no. No, it was better this way.

"No," he said quietly. "I want to come with you."

Tell me you want me to go, Jungwon thought. Tell me you want me with you, too.

Jake took his hand and held it. He supposed this would have to do.

Eventually, there came a time when there was nothing left to adjust—no bits of scarf astray, no shoelaces to pull any tighter, no hairs out of place to tuck behind red-tipped ears. The future, which had always seemed a certain level of far away even when Jungwon had first gotten someone else's blood on his hands, was knocking on their door, and they were standing right in front of it.

"Ready?" Jake asked. His eyes bore into Jungwon's; tender, loving, sure.

Jungwon gulped. It's now or never. "Ready," he said.

And so they stepped out into the night. The air bit their noses, and their breaths came out in frozen puffs—few and far between compared to what they had used to be. Jungwon was sure that if he had a heartbeat, it would be pounding.

They walked the silent streets hand in hand. All around them, lines of little shops sat with their blinds drawn, 'closed' signs hanging in unlit windows—the whole town was asleep, except for them. Still, that didn't stop the fear; the eyes darted down dark alleyways, grips tightened and breaths hitched at the slightest sound, only to ease again when they caught sight of a cat jumping down from a dust bin.

It was a strange feeling—peaceful, yet exhilarating. The closer they got to the edge of the town, the closer they were to the border, and the farthest from everything Jungwon had ever known.

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my favorite type of fic is the ones that have song titles or chorus lyrics as the title and then all the chapters are other lyrics from the song

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me to artzyy: DONT YOU DARE HURT SUNOO MY ENHAVERSE BABY NO >:(

also me: *.7k words of pure pain and still going*

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lily piece... reached 5k... hnng

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making myself cry with jakewon backstory to that cql/enha au

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man i am writing this vampire witch lady so beautifully and enchantingly but she really is just a massive bitch