#wayv vampire au

[babbymochiiii]

[ 1:41 AM ]

a/n: I’ve been consuming nonstop vampire content so…this was born enjoy!

“What have you done!?” You screamed as you rushed into the room that was being occupied by Yangyang.

“I only did what was right!” He yells as he places his right hand on his chest as he stood his ground against you.

“Do you not realize what you’ve done!? You could’ve gotten yourself killed and me in extension!” You said as you made your way towards him.

“Trying to save my friend’s life was more important than my life. I was only—“

“You were being selfish! Have you learned nothing of what I taught you upon me turning you?” You said as you took hold of his shoulders and shook him a bit.

“Selfish? I’m the one being selfish when I took upon the gift you gave me and did some good with it.” He said as he looked at you with frowned eyebrows, as he couldn’t understand why you were being like this.

“Yangyang your friend, Hendery, ended up reporting a that he has seen a vampire and now the whole comity is in an uproar because of it.” You said quietly as you started to see the dawned look on his face start to appear.

You saw the way his face grew paler than its usual complexion as he looked over your shoulder and into the distance, not exactly being able to pinpoint his expression.

“I see…” was all he said as he stepped back and looked down towards the floor before he took a small bow in front of you.

“Forgive me. For I have caused an issue that was never meant to happen in the first place. I shall deal with him myself.” Yangyang said as he kept his gaze to the floor.

“Very well. Make sure you deal with him Yangyang, or I will be the one that deals with it in the way you won’t like.” You said as you looked down at him with a slight frown, as it broke you knowing that there was no other way for Yangyang to deal with his best friend, before you walked out of his room.

The moment Yangyang heard your footsteps where far from his room, he fell to the floor as he tried to recollect himself and his thoughts knowing that the one other person he trusted in this whole world broke it and is now using it against him and his now kind.

“I can’t let this happen…”

[nana-jeong]

VAMPIRE UNIVERSITIES

Pairings: Vampire idols x OCs

Genre: Vampire, Fantasy, Mystery

Warnings: mention of blood, blood sucking/drinking, demons, kill/ngs, curse words, grammatical mistakes/errors (you can correct me!), typographical, etc (will put warnings in each chapters)

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NEO UNIVERSITY | NCT 127 AU

​𓆩𓆪 ROSE (vampire Taeyong x OC x Vampire Doyoung) - feat OT8/9 [w/ Winwin]

𓆩𓆪 WHITE IRIS (vampire Jaehyun x OC x Vampire Yuta) - feat OT8/9 [w/ Winwin]

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PHANTOM UNIVERSITY

soon...

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DREAM()SCAPE UNIVERISTY

soon...

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[haus-of-wu-ao3]

fictober 2024 - day 26: you were the first

summary:

kang seulgi is a mystery that jimin is still trying to figure out.

rating: teen and up audiences; no archive warnings apply

relationship: yu jimin | karina / kang seulgi, kang seulgi & lee taemin, lee taemin / ten chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

genre: magical realism, vignette

content warnings: none

miscellaneous tags:

vampires

[thetypingpup]

i love it when it's kun hours bc i too often have him at the back of my head 🤧 please, i still can't forget the vampire costume he had for his radio show kn 2021... the satiny shirt, the painted-on scar... just everything abt the long black hair era, too... 🥺

fuuuuuuuuck vampire!kun is really fucking hot. even just envisioning him biting your neck, the way he'd murmur in a deep voice thick with arousal that he can't wait to see how good you taste, before grabbing your waist, pulling you close, and just biting right into the flesh. and fuck the way he'd moan as he sucks your blood, as the taste of you coats his tongue and floods his mouth. i can forsee him getting a bit messy, letting a few drops of blood slip from the corner of his lips and drip down your neck, maybe leaving your clothes wrinkled beyond repair as he grips you. he'd be sure to lick you clean, letting his tongue trace the crimson trails of your blood all slow and sensual. and fuck if his hair is long, imagine his hair falling on either side of his face and brushing against your neck, the slight tickling sensation mingling with the absolute euphoria of his aphrodisiac venom coursing through your veins and making you moan against him. and he gets turned on by hearing you moan and maybe bites you again, harder, letting out a hiss as his fangs sink into the side of your neck again. fuck i can imagine him getting so turned on he damn near devours you, getting even messier. imagine the smooth satin of his white shirt getting stained with blood, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth and along his chin. he'd grab onto you even tighter, pressing his hard cock right against your leg. as soon as he's had his fill of your blood, he plans on devouring you in other ways.

[sexygrass]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬. | NCT

synopsis: When Samantha goes back to her hometown to collect the necessary ingredients to break a curse placed on her. only to meet the person who she witnessed him dying over and over for the past 10 centuries due to another curse - a soulmate curse -. many things happen, new feelings bloom and many die. death looms around her, but would she, the villainess find her once epic love at last? would she finally breaks the curse and cut the damn loop and have her happy ending or would she fail in saving him from her and her family's history?

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

A/N: this book is inspired by the series of 

<The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.>

cast:

Guide to the Werewolves' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to the Vampires' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Originals' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Hybrids' Abilities and Weaknesses:

1|2 |3 |4 |5 |6| 7|8 | 9 | 10

[deryicantwait]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Suh Youngho | Johnny/Qian Kun Characters: Qian Kun, Suh Youngho | Johnny, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten Additional Tags: Minor Lee Jeno/Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun, wayv members make cameos at one point, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Fluff and Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Smut, Fluff, Blood Drinking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Aftercare, Vampire Suh Youngho | Johnny, and poor horny human kun, Porn with Feelings Summary:

(...) Kun is rather mild in his kinks — not entirely vanilla, but then again, certainly nothing as scandalous as having his blood sucked out of him.

Johnny Suh, however, poses a very tempting threat to those convictions. 

[starlightkun]

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PLEASE READ/INCLUSIVITY: unless explicitly stated otherwise in the genre tags, all of my reader-inserts use she/her pronouns, and are commonly referred to with gendered language such as girl, woman, etc. i do not make references to the reader's skin tone. i tend to avoid describing how the reader-insert takes up space (height or size) but if i do, the only members that i may explicitly depict as taller than the reader-insert are those that are 180cm or above (johnny, jaehyun, jungwoo, sungchan, jisung, and maybe sicheng if i'm feeling extra nice)

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KEY

f - fluff a - angst m - mature/heavy themes (i do not write smut, but not everything here will be appropriate for all ages, proceed with caution and read all warnings provided at the beginning of fics) h - humor/crack fic ✦ - author favorite

the starlightkuniverses

➺ series of multiple fics that take place in the same universe. pick your favorite member or read them all

➺ the strawberry sunday anthology (f, m, h, ✦)

modern magical creatures au, modern fantasy au, college au ── fairy!jungwoo, vampire!kun, werewolf!jeno, dragon!jisung, werewolf!sungchan, human!renjun, and basilisk!mark * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ venue:hell (f, a, m)

band au, punk/alt au ── drummer!sungchan, frontman/lead singer!shotaro, and retired floprockstar/venue manager!kun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ the ayakashi series (f, a, m)

based off the otome game 'ayakashi romance reborn,' modern yokai au ── tengu!jeno, oni!kun, human!jaehyun, and snow spirit!doyoung * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a, m)

based off wayv's dream launch plan videos and the otome game 'sleepless cinderella' ── pilot!kun, surgeon!ten, actor!sicheng, director!dejun, robotics engineer!kunhang, and f1 racer!yangyang * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

special events

➺ 2023 hallmark movie marathon (f, a)

christmas-themed, new years-themed ── three (and a half) fics with very cheesy hallmark movie-esque premises and tropes for the holiday season, all starring kun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ 2024 hallmark movie marathon (f, h)

christmas-themed, new year's-themed ── three fics with very cheesy hallmark movie-esque premises and tropes for the holiday season, all starring jisung * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

qian kun

➺ frankenstein complex (f, m, ✦) ── 67.9k, completed

sci-fi, near-ish future, black op mission captain kun, ?????? reader, humans and aliens and robots ── in which the crew of the vision finds you as the sole survivor of a classified research facility and there's more gaps in your memory than memories themselves. on top of that, you've got this weird feeling that the captain of the crew you've found yourself with isn't exactly what he seems... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sweet girl (f, m, ✦) ── 53.9k

from the ayakashi series, oni!kun, onmyoji!reader ── in which you have to juggle love, friends, school, and a great evil that could destroy your city * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ the bite (f, a, m) ── 25.5k

single dad!kun, single mom!reader, e2l, slice(s) of life ── in which kun's son bites yours at preschool, and you want nothing to do with this 'mr. qian' * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ romance is dead (f, m, h, ✦) ── 19.4k & 10.3k sequel

part of the strawberry sunday universe, vampire!kun, human!reader, "uh-oh one of us drank a love potion" but with a twist, strangers(ish) to lovers ── in which there’s a mix-up with a love potion, and you're suddenly being courted by a several-hundred-year-old vampire. it's not all sonnets and bouquets, though, as you're keenly aware that kun's love could turn to thirst. and maybe you wouldn't mind if it did * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺flopstar (f, m) ── 18.3k

part of the venue:hell universe, band au, retired floprockstar/venue manager!kun, rookie/keyboardist!reader, age gap (older kun) ── in which your band finally gets a break in the form of a recurring gig at a local underground punk venue. when you realize the manager is the former keyboardist of your favorite band from a decade ago, though, it becomes even harder to keep your cool * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a) ── 11.4k

from the sleepless cinderella series, pilot!kun, journalist!reader ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ much mistletoeing about nothing (a, f) ── 7.6k & 1.9k sequel

exes to lovers, christmas-themed, getting snowed in trope, cuddling to share warmth trope ── in which your first mistake was saying yes to christmas dinner with your ex. your second mistake was being late to said christmas dinner. and your third... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ hopeless for the holidays (f) ── 8.7k

strangers to lovers, new years-themed, attorney kun, wedding planner reader, aged up kun & reader (mid/late thirties) ── in which your friend drags you to a singles mixer being thrown by the local bar association, and you're less than thrilled. in between betting her coworker that he won't find someone to kiss by midnight and helping her avoid her ex from law school, you hardly expect to meet someone like qian kun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ hold my red heart (f) ── 3.4k

christmas-themed, fake dating trope, f2l ── in which you need some help getting rid of a very persistent coworker, and what better way than bringing your boyfriend to the office christmas party? only problem, you don't have a boyfriend. enter kun. * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

kim doyoung

➺ snowflake (f, a, m) ── 75.3k

from the ayakashi series, snow spirit!doyoung, onmyoji!reader ── in which you experience both great love and great loss, and learn how to battle hypothermia * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

ten

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a, m) ── 13.8k

from the sleepless cinderella series, surgeon!ten, journalist!reader ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

jeong jaehyun

➺ s.c.s. (f, m) ── 66.2k

from the ayakashi series, human!jaehyun, onmyoji!reader, childhood friends to lovers ── in which jaehyun's just always been a family friend, the son of your dad's friend. so why are you so nervous around him now? why are you thinking about kissing him so much? and oh yeah, what's up with all those evil wraiths? * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ valentine boy (f) ── 5.0k

rich kid!au, childhood friends to lovers ── in which you’re reunited with your childhood friend and refuse to let him go this time * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

dong sicheng

➺ sleepless cinderella (f) ── 13.5k

from the sleepless cinderella series, actor!sicheng, journalist!reader, fake dating, e2l ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

kim jungwoo

➺ finders keepers (f, a, m) ── 37.8k

sci-fi, alien!jungwoo, human!reader, soulmate au but make it aliens ── in which you've never been good at keeping your nose out of trouble, and a spaceship crashing a few meters away from you is right up your alley. the alien inside claiming that you're his soulmate might finally put you out of your depth, though * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read part one | two

➺ strawberry sunday (f, ✦) ── 28.4k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, fairy!jungwoo, human!reader, f2l, one (1) tease and one (1) idiot to lovers, slow burn ── in which you, all your friends, and your stupid massive crush on jungwoo go stay in one beach house together for spring break. you're determined to make it out with your secret in tact. but... has jungwoo always looked at you like that? touched you this much? like that? he can't be... flirting with you? * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ second first kiss (f) ── 2.0k

new year's-themed, model!jungwoo, childhood f2l, drabble, gn!reader ── in which you spend every new year's with your best friend jungwoo. except the past couple years he's missed the target on his friendly new year's peck on the cheek, and you can't get him out of your head now * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

mark lee

➺ baby fangs (f) ── 26.7k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, basilisk!mark, sphinx!reader, strangers to lovers, age gap (older reader) ── in which a desperate mark knocks on your door one night when he gets locked out of his friends' apartment, and you get way more than you bargained for in return. you hardly expect that the cute infatuation he displays for you immediately would be anything more; nor that you'd ever find yourself falling for the basilisk and his baby fangs too * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ invested (a, f) ── 23.1k

ft. donghyuck, love triangle, matching tattoo soulmate au ── in which you're convinced that you don't have a tattoo, and that you're in love with lee donghyuck * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

xiao dejun

➺ sleepless cinderella (f) ── 14.4k

from the sleepless cinderella series, director!dejun, journalist!reader, childhood friends to lovers ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

wong kunhang

➺ savior (f, h, ✦) ── 24.3k

royal au, prince!kunhang, princess!reader, "you saved me, so now i'm your problem" ── in which you really should've read up on the customs of your neighboring kingdom before visiting * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f) ── 11.1k

from the sleepless cinderella series, robotics engineer!kunhang, journalist!reader, e2l ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

huang renjun

➺ dr_magic2303 (f, h, m) ── 18.3k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, human!renjun, siren!reader, academic rivals to lovers ── in which a mysterious user by the pseudonym of dr_magic2303 starts popping up on your university’s online forums. you’re determined to get to the bottom of their identity, so you decide to enlist the help of your academic rival for the past four years, huang renjun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

lee jeno

➺ featherbrain (f, m) ── 48.3k

from the ayakashi series, tengu!jeno, onmyoji!reader ── in which you can't believe you've fallen for this stupid, stupid tengu * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ tongue-tied (f) ── 17.4k

strangers to lovers, model!jeno, journalist!reader, reworked version of old sleepless cinderella route ── in which you find yourself getting sucked deeper and deeper into an article in order to ignore the scarily personal part that won't seem to leave you alone * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ pupsick (f, m) ── 11.8k & 8.8k sequel

part of the strawberry sunday universe, werewolf!jeno, human!reader, f2l, bakery au ── in which jeno's sick and insists that you're the only one that can take care of him. but according to your only other werewolf friend, you're also what's making him sick * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

lee donghyuck

➺ invested (f, a) ── 23.1k

ft. mark, love triangle, matching tattoo soulmate au ── in which you're convinced that you don't have a tattoo, and that you're in love with lee donghyuck * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

na jaemin

➺ the golden fruit duology (f) ── 32.0k

nades au, hades!jaemin, human!reader, persephone allegory ── in which you think you're trading away a third of your life for your dream job but get much, much more * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

liu yangyang

➺ speedometer (f, ✦) ── 14.1k

street racer!yangyang, college au ── in which you meet someone who sends your heart racing * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a) ── 12.9k

from the sleepless cinderella series, f1 racer!yangyang, journalist!reader ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

osaki shotaro

➺ sugarcoated brain (f, a) ── 13.7k

part of the venue:hell universe, band au, punk band frontman!shotaro, venue manager!reader ── in which you're assigned to take care of the band who will be filling the weekly performance slot at your workplace. you're warned their scatterbrained frontman can be a handful thanks to his tendency to misplace everything he owns. what nobody could have prepared you for is his inexplicable one-track mind when it comes to you * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

jung sungchan

➺ buzzer beater series (f, m, ✦) ── 75.1k, completed

college au (and after), hockey captain!sungchan, chronically ill!reader (migraines) ── in which you swear you’re only going to the joint halloween party being hosted by the hockey team and nu chi tau for a few minutes just to say hi to sungchan, but as can be expected with your life, something goes horribly, horribly wrong * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ the soulmate factory (f, a, ✦) ── 28.9k

science fantasy au, soulmate au (red string), star crossed lovers, mystery ── in which you work at The Soulmate Factory, pressing all the buttons when you’re supposed to, changing strangers’ fates. until one day a red string appears on your finger, and you know something has gone horribly wrong. employees of the soulmate factory are explicitly barred from participating in the program. on top of hiding it from your coworkers and bosses, you also have to investigate how this even happened and undo it, before you lose your job and before you meet your soulmate * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ changer (f, a) ── 22.3k & 25.5k sequel

part of the strawberry sunday universe, werewolf!sungchan, human!reader, slowish burn, blind date ── in which you and sungchan are set up on a blind date, and it goes terribly. but a chance second meeting could reignite the spark of... friendship? well shit. * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ that hot (f) ── 17.2k

meet-ugly, strangers to lovers, forced proximity (long car trip, vacation, etc.) ── in which you first get introduced to sungchan at a friend's party, but you just don't trust guys who are that hot. scene cut, and he's driving you to a cabin in the mountains that your entire friend group will be staying at for two whole weeks. then you miss your exit. then his car gets a flat tire. * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ filler episodes (f) ── 16.6k & 9.5k sequel

part of the venue:hell universe, band au, drummer!sungchan, normie!reader, badboy x good girl but make it loserboy x girlfail ── in which your whole life has felt like filler episodes, and you're tired of living like that. enter jung sungchan, part-time bookstore worker, part-time tea shop employee, and part-time drummer for a local underground punk band. he's everything you're not, and as soon as he's wedged himself into your life, you find that you don't want him to go * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ weddings & funerals (a, f) ── 9.9k

exes to lovers, second chance romance ── in which you and sungchan keep ending up as each other's plus-ones to weddings and funerals, despite the fact that you broke up months ago * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ tourist trapped (f) ── 2.4k

enemies to lovers (or are they...) ── in which your day out at the fair with your friends somehow ends up with you stuck at the top of the ferris wheel with the one person you'd been avoiding, sungchan. but you're not avoiding him for the reason that all your friends think you are... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

park jisung

➺ [NEW] pur autre vie (a, f, m) ── 26.1k & 17.5k sequel

paranormal/supernatural au, ghost!jisung ── in which you inherit your stepdad's house under the condition that you can live there for as long as you take care of your mother. at first, you think her belief that the house is haunted is just her declining mind playing tricks on her. but the longer you're there, the more you start to think something isn't right... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ the dragon's happily ever after (f, h) ── 17.4k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, dragon!jisung, human!reader, f2l, secret relationship/fake not dating trope ── in which you and jisung sort of forgot to tell your nosy friends that you're dating, but realize it's the perfect opportunity to give them a little taste of their own medicine. they're trying to set you two up, while you're trying to see how long it takes them to notice that you're already dating. cue the shenanigans * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [COMING SOON] mistletoe while you work (f, h) ── 6.9k

christmas-themed, established relationship, secret relationship, meddling coworkers & equally unhinged reader & jisung ── in which you and jisung truly had only meant to keep your relationship private from your colleagues until jisung's new employee evaluation. then two of your coworkers tried to convince you to sleep with jisung for his own good, and who were you to pass up the perfect opportunity for some workplace hijinks? * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [NEW] want from me (f) ── 1.7k

christmas-themed, sleeping with a stranger at the office holiday party and oops! they're your new coworker trope ── in which you did not plan for the handsome stranger that you took home from the office holiday party to end up also being the new transfer to your team. you also did not plan for a repeat of that night. but you had also never planned for park jisung. * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [WIP...] out of left field (f) ──

christmas/new year's-themed, college au, brother's best friend trope, baseball player!jisung, rich kid!reader, slowish burn ── in which a missed connection in the library during finals week turns into two weeks at your family's winter home with your brother's cute friend on the baseball team. as long as you and your brother don't kill each other before you even get there, this could be the best christmas ever * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

[marvelous-llama]

NCT recs / WayV recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

Whenever the sun is hiding by @alreadyblondenow

Kun x fem!reader (wc - 3.7k) enemies to lovers, general!Kun, warrior!reader - angst, fluff, smut “And I wish that she’s you. If we have met a little bit sooner I’d marry you. Why can’t it be you?”

Paint the lot red by @alreadyblondenow

Kun x fem!reader (wc - 6.8k) strangers to lovers, vampire!Kun - fluff, smut, angst Kun is a vampire, buying humans in exchange for immortality. He wanted to buy you and your house, but love changes everything. Convincing each other to be something you’re not. Kun wants to turn you into a vampire, but you want him to embrace being a human. Will Kun leave his family for you? Or you will accept the immortality he offers?

Get Lucky by @writemekpop

Kun x gn!reader (wc - 0.6k) establishing relationship - fluff When things start to get sexy with your new date Kun, he gets scared.

Bullet in the Heart by @xuhuihuis

Kun x fem!reader (wc - 0.7k) friends to lovers? - smut

drama love by @radiorenjun

Kun x fem!reader (wc - 23.5k) enemies to lovers, drama club AU, university AU - angst, fluff You and Kun always have this weird relationship where you’re not necessarily enemies but not exactly friends. Most of the time, you would be seen scolding by Kun for skipping club meetings to hang out with the other seniors despite the fact that you were one of the main lead actresses of the club. And as time goes on, watch as you and your senior’s relationship blossom into something more than a simple friendship between two college students.

not you, just me by @starlightkun

Kun x fem!reader (wc - 10.7k) idol AU, fake dating Yuta, enemies to lovers - angst, fluff Right person at the wrong time then, Right person at the wrong time again, Maybe he’s finally the right person at the right time now?

Hold My Red Heart by @starlightkun

Kun x fem!reader (wc - 3.4k) friends to lovers, fake dating - fluff, angst(ish) “I’ll do it.” Kun immediately offered. “Huh?” “I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night.”

series

[jehan-d-art]

thank you for tagging me @clawbehavior

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Note: I'm only putting fics of which I haven't posted anything yet into this list to not make it too easy to guess what the stories are about (also, I've got like 15 or more on-going fics on ao3 at the time) ^^

kpop

SHINee

- jongtae - dream girl

- accidentally kink discovery

- minkey - it's all just a shell

- taekaiten - deep into the mood

- minkey - kei x yaku au

- minkey puppy love

- minkey - kinky office romance

Seventeen

- verkwan - Hanahaki Disease AU

- junhao - broke witch

- jeongcheol - worship

- jigyu - hybrid au

- meanies

- verkwan - primary school teachers

- verkwan - period drama

- Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups/Xu Minghao | The8/Yoon Jeonghan

- soonhoon - (a/b/o, still you 'verse)

SHINee and Seventeen

- minkey / solboo bodyswap

- foursome

Ateez

- jongsang - same scent (inspired by oneus)

- the courage of stars - seongjoong space pirates au

- woosan - mignon aka vampire au

- yungi - canon compliant friends to lovers

WayV

- vampire polycule, aka xiaojun/wayv

others

- taekaiten - deep into the mood

- ten/jackson/jeff - (code) switching

- bunny boys - I'm a bottom and you're a bottom, what the fuck… or how the fuck?

- jeongcheol + kunten (+ jeongten + kuncheol) - matter of perspective

TV series

Beyond Evil

- entwined (pov after the loss)

- same old rut

The Devil Judge

- graven image

- dog motif

- dog motif teeth

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart!

- nesting

- j/j as a/a

I have no idea who to tag and (let me count real quick...) I will not be tagging over 30 people, so I'll just be tagging a few people though even if I have not tagged you, please feel free to answer to this ^^

@little-arcadia @gaylilsherlock @uhhhhmanda @deepbutdazzlingdarkness @darthfluff @27vampyresinhermind

[vanesycho]

ꜝꜝgroups i write | ateez,nct(wayv), seventeen, p1harmony, enhypen, skz.

┆︎please do not spam with requests. I see them and will do them when the time comes.

┆︎please don't forget to write what type you want (fluff, angst or smut)

I can write | texting, reactions, headcannons, light bdsm(choking, spanking, face slapping), age gap, dacryphilia, somnophilia, voyeurism, cuckolding, threesome, degradation, dirty talk, bondage, size kink, dry humping, thigh riding.

maybe | spit kink, breed kink, member x member, thriller/horror concepts, stepcest, daddy/mommy kink, vampire au.

I won't write | body fluids (piss kink), rape, anal sex, underage age gaps, extreme bdsm, age play, foot fetish, mafia au(it may be hard to write)

These are the ones that come to my mind for now, thank you.

⌕vanesycho

[misswoozi]

REVERSE SCENARIO GAME! 📝

I'll give you guys a list of AUs/prompts + a group and y'all send me a scenario/headcanon/idea (SFW or NSFW!) for the ship you think it fits best!

college AU + TXT

neighbors AU + SHINee

Avatar the Last Airbender AU + NCT 127

magic AU + NCT Dream

paranormal investigator AU + WayV

royalty AU + Day6

coffee shop AU + EXO

vampire AU + Blackpink

Pokémon AU + ATEEZ

bar AU + EXID

apocalypse AU + Monsta X

fake dating AU + Gfriend

celebrity AU + SNSD

[haus-of-wu-ao3]

kintsugi

summary:

nobody said living longer than your loved ones is easy. taemin has loved, and taemin has lost – and his new guardian is here to help put him back together again.

rating: teen and up audiences; no archive warnings apply

relationship: lee taemin / ten chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

genre: magical realism, angst

content warnings: none

miscellaneous ao3 tags:

alternate universe - magical realism

vampires

pining

near future

POV multiple

past kim jongin | kai/lee taemin

ten chittaphon leechaiyapornkul-centric

[bleuxberri]

𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐚𝐮.

「...vampire clan」

a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pintrest

*•.¸♡ navigaion. ♡¸.•*

*•.¸♡ au. ♡¸.•*

‣ summary... wayv as vampire clan

↺ genre... fluff, vampire au

♪ listen to... kickback by wayv

♔ Qɪᴀɴ ᴋᴜɴ;

name: qian kun

hometown: fujian, china

human birthday: january 1, 1996

vampire birthday: october 12, 2018

age when turned: 22

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: animal blood

powers: compassion

abilities: elemental manipulation

how he turned: bitten by ten

warnings: i wouldn’t get on his bad side.

elemental manipulation: allows them to physically manipulate the four elements of nature with his will: fire, water, air, and earth. this power is channeled through his mind and hands.

♔ ᴄʜɪᴛᴛᴀᴘʜᴏɴ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜᴀɪʏᴀᴘᴏʀɴᴋᴜʟ – ᴛᴇɴ;

name: cittaphon leechaiyapornkul

hometown: bangkok, thailand

human birthday: february 27, 1996

vampire birthday: april 9, 2016

age when turned: 20

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour: red

food choice: human blood

powers: speed, strength, beauty

abilities: enhanced self-preservation

how he turned: spelled by a witch

warnings: he’ll track you down if he has to.

enhanced self-preservation: the instinctive need to keep alive. it allows realization when to evade danger as well as if the place she ran to was safe or not.

♔ ᴅᴏɴɢ ꜱɪᴄʜᴇɴɢ – ᴡɪɴᴡɪɴ;

name: dong si cheng

hometown: wenzhou, zhejiang, china

human birthday: october 28, 1997

vampire birthday: july 7, 2016

age when turned: 18

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: human blood

powers: speed

abilities: shield penetration

how he turned: bitten by ten

warnings: i wouldn’t wanna be a shield around him.

shield penetration: can destroy or penetrate a mental shield.

♔ ᴡᴏɴɢ ʏᴜᴋʜᴇɪ – ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ;

name: wong yukhei

hometown: hong kong, china

human birthday: january 25, 1999

vampire birthday: march 14, 2018

age when turned: 19

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: human blood

powers: speed, strength

abilities: pathokinesis

how he turned: bitten by ten

warnings: just dont get near him.

pathokinesis: can feel the emotions of those around them as well as manipulate them according to his content. this gift is no illusion, mental shield’s would not protect against it. the likely consciously controls the manipulative aspect of the ability.

♔ xɪᴀᴏ ᴅᴇᴊᴜɴ – xɪᴀᴏᴊᴜɴ;

name: xiao dejun

hometown: guangdong, china

human birthday: august 8, 1999

vampire birthday: january 2019

age when turned: 19

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: human blood

powers: speed

abilities: mental shield

how he turned: bitten by ten

warnings: he can shield just about anything.

mental shield: the shield is so strong that it has been working without them knowing. it protects them from "psychic attacks" that affect the mind.

♔ ᴡᴏɴɢ ᴋᴜɴʜᴀɴɢ – ʜᴇɴᴅᴇʀʏ;

name: wong kun hang

hometown: macau, china

human birthday: september 28, 1999

vampire birthday: january 2019

age when turned: 19

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour: gold

food choice: human blood

powers: speed, strength

abilities: psychic electrokinesis

how he turned: bitten by ten

warnings: dont let him near you when hes mad.

psychic electrokinesis: can cover their body with an electrical current. upon physical contact while their gift is in use, depending on the power they put into it, the person can feel as little as static shock or great enough to cause their knees to buckle and have them on their backs.

♔ ʟɪᴜ ʏᴀɴɢʏᴀɴɢ;

name: liu yang yang

hometown: taiwan

human birthday: october 10, 2000

vampire birthday:  january 2019

age when turned: 18

human eye colour: brown

vampire eye colour:  gold

food choice: animal blood

powers: compassion, speed

abilities: lie detection

how he turned: bitten by ten

warnings: dont ever lie to him.

lie detection: can sense if they are being lied to, can also tell if someone is lying by movement or facial expression.

[sexygrass]

8. Death Is Always At Sidewalks.

"I saw magic in her eyes. dirty, dark, beautiful magic."

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

stepping into a sketchy, empty, and old baseball stadium, she watched how jeno's smile widened as he pushed the shabby fence and stepped into the old court. taking a glance at the graphics on a wall of the entrance, she managed to read some names; jeno, jaemin, Renjun, Shotaro—

"I found it!" Jeno's chipper made her look his way; she saw him holding up a bottle of white wine in his hand, "haechan's hiding places are always expectable," he let out a chuckle.

walking towards him, she grabbed the bottle from his hand and examined it. "so, here is where you and your friends used to hang out?" pulling out two clean glasses from his backpack, he plopped on a beach seat and motioned for her to sit too.

"I know this is ain't your typical go-to date but I really like this place, it holds a sentimental feeling to me, I used to come here whenever I want to stay alone or clear my head." casting a small smile, she let him fill her glass, "no, it's fine," she took a sip and looked at him, "as long as I have fun and it helps me forget about life; it's fine."

offering her a quick smile, he leaned his head on the headrest and closed his eyes, breathing in the cooly hair; the glass still in hand. Racking her eyes around the diamond shape court, she smiled. it was calm and quiet as if the life's noise was muted—as If they were alone in the world. 

turning to her left, she glanced at his peaceful state. She traced the outline of his lips with her eyes, the natural yet subconscious pout evident on his face. she took notice whenever he was in deep thought; he pouts. and it was the softest little pout she had seen on any lips—She was so tempted to kiss it off.

as a result, her eyes lingered on his lips longer than she should have as she wondered what it would feel like on hers. "Jeno," she called suddenly and he hummed softly while glancing at other graphics with a longing look, resulting in him missing the way she was glancing at him.

“Why do you want to be a vampire, Lee Jeno?” Her sudden random question made him slowly sit up and face her. "Why would you willingly give up your life and your humanity…so willingly? Does that have anything to do with your friends being vampires and you not? Because your brother is one too?" she added quietly.

Taking a deep breath, he placed his glass down and let out a breath. his black hair falling on his forehead; covering his saddened eyes. Jeno stuffed his hands in the pocket of his black leather jacket.

"I don't want to stay alone," he mumbled under his breath. "I hate it when they look down at me… only because I'm a human. I hate Taeyong for being overprotective of me because I'm human; because I'm unable to protect myself." he reached for his glass and chugged down his drink.

"He always keep blabbering about the damn possibility of one of his or the 127's enemies would come after me since I'm his weakness, how wonderfu. however; when I asked for him to turn me into a vampire so I won't burden him, he turned his back on me." he bitterly scoffed, jaw clenched. pouring himself another glass and chugging it down, he finally turned to her. eyes lazily bouring into hers, his raw emotions swimming in his eyes, his tough facad sttarting to crumble. not that he cared, he was in need for someone to hear him and understand him and he found comfort in talking with her.

Jeno was feeling vulnerable, unable to be as strong as his brother and his friends for a long time, he hated it. he wanted nothing more than to change that. that and his inevitable fear that he never managed to shake was abandonment. the fear of his friends leaving him out of their lives and problems to protect him forever bugging him.

if anything he fears and despises equally or even more than the idea of being left alone is for him to be un-dependable for those he cares about. the feeling of being powerless and being a burden on his brother's back. he wants those he loves to rely on him and need him in their lives just like he does. He forver believe that he won't be complete without people needing him. he needed to be needed.

Samantha's dry laugh stopped his train of thoughts and slammed it to the wall, "lonely?" she gave him a bitter smile, "if you don't want to stay alone then cherish your humanity. Lee Jeno. becoming a vampire isn't the solution to your problems." 

knitting his eyebrows, he opened his mouth to speak but one look in her weighty eyes made him rethink his words, she spoke ahead. "We vampires are bound to live our immortality alone, bound to stay in the dark; as the creatures of the night. nothing can fill the void in our dead, cold hearts; not even love. why? cause we don't deserve it. ,Love isn't for the damned like us. For whom do you think loneliness was made?"

taking a sip from her glass, she added. "we've cheated death, we are a loophole in nature's system, and for that, we're eternally bounded by two things; loneliness and thirst for blood." downing her drink whole, she side-eyed him.

"so after hearing your excuse about wanting not to stay alone and claiming the solution to your dilemma is becoming a vampire is really ironic, ironic that it irritates me."

licking his lower lip, he found himself speechless. not because he had no reply but because the sadness that lingered in her voice was so loud, "this is a wine." she laughed pointing at the bottle next to jeno's leg. chuckling along with her, he shook his head. "damn, that was deep." she chuckled with him.

"aaand we ran out of wine," jeno slumped his shoulders when he attempted to pour hmself another glass, hearing a chuckle from the hybrid next to him, he smiled but when her laugh died in a heartbeat, Jeno's brows pulled together. "someone is here," she suddenly uttered before standing up and looking around the dim deserted building. 

jeno stood up too and checked his surroundings, "What do you mean? There's no—" he got cut off by noises of waves of laughter and heavy footsteps. "well, well, well. look who we have here!" 

a guy with a smug grin and curly brown hair clapped his hands together but his grin quickly turned into a startled expression when he saw Jeno. "wait—what? Taeyong's lil brother!? We thought you were dead! Nice to see you again, man" jeno clenched his jaw and glared at him intensely. "what do you want?" he spat, darkly.

Samantha stood two steps behind him with an amused grin on her face. this side of Jeno is new to her; all serious and tensed up, protective and pissed. She liked it.

the man whistled and stepped closer to him, his sidekicks following him. "where are your friends, Jen?" the guy shoved his hands in his pockets, lips curled, he looked behind him and once his eyes landed on Samantha, his brows shot up and a crooked smile appeared on his crusty lips. "Woah, Jeno! aren't you going to introduce us to your pretty lady friend?" he flashed her a smirk. 

Jeno stepped in front of the black-haired female, protectively, blocking him from seeing her "What. do. you. want, Juhyeon?" he spoke through gritted teeth, his fists clenched by his side. The veins in his arms were prominent as his sleeves were rolled up. 

Juhyeon lazily looked at him, unaffected by Jeno's attempt to intimidate him. clicking his tongue, he marched towards him, bumping into jeno aggressively in his way till he stood in front of Samantha, "Hey, sweety. wanna ditch this boring bastard and come with us?" he winked at her.

bastard

she smiled and pulled her hands off her pocket. She took a step closer before licking her lips, her smile masking her rage that started to boil right when she heard him cuss at jeno—the moment he called him 'bastard'. She at first, was going to stay out of it and let jeno handle them but now they lost that luxury.

however, before Samantha could lift her hand, jeno growled and lunched towards him with a clenched fist, ready to collide it with his face, but due to Juhyeon's vampirism nature, his fast reflexes allowed him to grab him by the throat mid-air. "what?" he grinned at him, "very protective over your girl, huh? how cute, how about I force you to watch how I'll—"

feeling that she gets enough of the pathetic, low-quality show of power, Samantha swiftly grabbed Juhyeon's wrist and twisted it with ease, making him lose ahold of jeno; the latter fell to the ground and caressed his neck with an irritated expression. boiled with rage, he jumped to his feet and lifted his hand, ready to punch Juhyeon's jaw, who was still yelling in pain, trying to slip off her grasp but jeno stopped dead in his track when Samantha raised her free hand signaling him to stop, Jeno just glared at him.

trashing in her hold, Juhyeon tried pushing her off with his other hand, but Samantha grinned sweetly and effortlessly broke his whole other arm, blessing her and jeno's ears with his scream. twisting his other arm and holding it behind his back, she pinned him against her torso.

"your show was entertaining but I must cut it short. your choice of words made you have lost any chance for me to demonstrate to you my mercy," she whispered in his ear. her low ominous sweet-sickening voice sent shivers down his spine, "I—W" Before he could vocal his words, she kicked his calves, forcing him to his knees.

"Now, kindly answer my friend's question," she demanded looking at the tensed-up five men. "Let him go." seeing their leader's trembling expression, one of them growled at her. "or what?" she replied with a mischievous grin. Jeno was in awe as he watched her with a fond smile.

letting a soft sigh, she clicked her tongue, "You have answered me wrongly, so as a penalty…" she trailed as she looked down at the struggling vampire kneeling down at her feet. bending a little, she brushed her fingers through his hair and tugged it up.

a flurry of gasps followed at the sight of the headless body that fell to the floor, blood pooling around the grey, desiccated corpse. jeno grimaced and scrunched his nose in disgust at the flowing blood. "you fucking bitch," one of them shouted, furiously before he whooshed towards her, only for him to halt in his track when Samantha's hand pierced into his chest.

pulling her hands out with his heart in it, he fell to the ground; his body, too, turned grey and veins start to prominent on the skin. looking at the three standing vampires, she glared at them. "anyone else?" her sudden change in her voice made even Jeno flinch.

one of them smirked and whooshed toward Jeno, hoping to use him as leverage. Jeno quickly noticed it and picked up an iron bar and slammed it to his head; killing him temporarily. "well done," she praised him before whooshing to appear before the other two vampires, looking at the blond vampire, she compelled him. "Don't move."

looking to the left, she glared at the black-haired, eyebrow-pierced vampire, he was visibly scared and that alone made Samantha's grin widen into a sadistic one, "Now, talk."

"Our boss send us in search of Mark Lee. He and his friends used to hang in this place here so we started searching here," he croaked out, Samantha's smile faded and her jaw clenched, her eyes turning whole black. jeno on the other side had his brows knitted. "what do you want from him?" he asked, dumbfounded; but Samantha knows.

breath going rugged, the blond stuttered, "Vampires can't compel …other vampires, how—" his words cut short when Samantha Slammed his brother's head with the flat of her hand before casually, turning to the blond, as if she didn't just behead his twin in front of his eyes.

drinking in his horrified expression, she calmly and slowly approached him, "Well, I'm a special vampire." he watched in panic his brother's head rolling on the ground till it stopped.

"Jeno, come here." confused and mildly nervous, Jeno obliged. "have you ever killed a vampire before?….with your bare hands?" she asked not breaking eye contact with the shaken vampire; enjoying every ounce of fear that he was displaying. "uh, not really. but I'd like to try," he finished with a crooked smile.

"hand me that stake, yes, that one near the chair. great." she stepped aside and watched him, attentively. "aim it at the heart, like that. now pierce it as hard as you can; if you want to kill him fast. slowly if you want him to suffer." tilting his head to the side, he grinned before pursing his lips, feigning an inner debate.

the gasp the blond let out made Jeno's grin widen as he watched the grey color creeping through his skin till he turned into a corpse. "fast? okay." his happy smile made her smirk at him. now that's a start. she thought.

"how about that one?" he looked at the one he knocked up earlier, "you can kill finish if you desire" he shrugged, "I think one is enough for today, thanks," she chuckled and walked toward him once she heard him groan and clutch his head.

placing the pointy edge of the heel of her boot on his throat, she looked at his nervous state as he started to choke. "who sent you behind Mark?" hearing no reply, she prodded her cheek with her tongue before pressing her heel deeper, the man under her feet gasped.

she grinned, maliciously and pressed more till blood start oozing out, and Jeno looked away immediately. from her position, she caught sight of Jeno's grimaced expression, without looking away from the man beneath her shoe, she demanded sternly "Do not look away, Lee Jeno." gulping down the lump forming in his throat, he obliged.

"O-oscar sends us- …he h-heard abo-out the doppelgänger and wanted him. every v-vampire on t-the other s-side of the city are trying to get hi-him for him—"

jeno yelped when Samantha kicked his head off with an infuriated expression. "what?" his eyes were wide in bewilderment, "what does that mean?" he asked but got no answer. seeing Samantha marching towards the exit, he followed her out to the car. 

along the ride, Samantha's jaw kept clenching to the point Jeno thought her teeth will crack at any second. he felt the tension build up and how her grip around the steering wheel tightened by the seconds that her knuckles were all white. her eyes were black as dark veins start to protrude under them. he knew something was wrong, something is happening— about to happen to one of his childhood friends but what made things blurrier is why Samantha Mikaelson was this bothered and affected by it. does she know him? Do they know each other? why would she get this angry over this?

the tension in the car was thick enough that you could slice through it with a knife and Jeno started to feel suffocated as the solemn silence became insufferable.

if what that vampire said was true; every vampire from the other side of the city is looking for Mark, then he must be in danger. Samantha felt a pang in her chest which made her exhale sharply. she had lost him a lot of times throughout her life. recollections of the centuries she spent mourning his death flooded her brain, bringing back vivid and bitter memories that she so desperately kept hidden and forgotten in the deepest part of her brain.

 I'm not going to sit around and allow that to happen. this time, he lives.

Seeing the screen of her phone lit up, she pulled it out of her pocket and skimmed the text she got, letting a sigh, she relaxed her shoulders before putting it back in her pocket. Samantha was aware of the nervousness of her car-mate, she noticed how many times jeno sighed and how he kept cracking his fingers—he was nervous. feeling her looking at him, Jeno turned to her, "Are you okay—"

"—When you hit that vampire like that, it was impressive. I'm proud of you. You're not weak like you prefer to assume, Lee Jeno. You too can be just as strong as your vampire friends. Stop looking down at yourself ." she smiled looking at him. chuckling softly, he let out a relieved breath "Thank you." he looked her in the eyes, emphasizing his genuine gratitude for her simple words. Samantha mirrored his action and smiled at him, "I think I was in the moment and got carried away a bit," he scratched his forearm, chuckling when she did.

opening the car windows to get some fresh air to cool her heated skin, she took a deep breath, "you okay?" jeno asked again, louder this time, concern lingering in his voice. smiling, she gave him a nod, "I'm fine, don't worry." It doesn't need a genius to know that something is wrong as it is very clear but Jeno chose to respect her privacy and sat back in silence again, but this time it wasn't as awkward as before.

but Jeno had no patience and he was just as stubborn as her.

"how do you know Mark?" he suspected with squinted eyes, "that's...that's a long story." she pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him, "are you going to tell me about it?" he propped his elbow at the car door window, "eventually."

Taking a different road, Jeno sat up and looked out of the window, "this is not—", "change of plans." she cut him off him curtly, "Where are we going then?"

"My family's home."

...

parking in front of the big white house, she stepped out and jeno did the same. "Woah, this house is pretty," he exclaimed. "Klaus bought it. he does have a nice taste," she looked at him and burst into a loud laugh. his face went pale and his eyes went wide as socks, "no need to be scared. Come let go inside." she laughed again before walking down the stone path. 

pushing the door open, both Taemin and Kai stood up. "oh my god... Jeno...?!... I thought you were dead..." Kai mumbled with a shocked expression. "he was under a sleeping spell. that body wasn't him, it was someone else. it was too mutilated to be recognized anyway," taemin shrugged. 

Jeno waved awkwardly at him, not because the situation was weird but because the only Elite member he ever met was Suho and he always felt intimidated by them. One of them talking to him casually like this made him nervous.

Samantha took notice of the tight smile he was wearing and chuckled softly, "Calm down love. they're not going to eat you. unless I tell them so, so don't worry,"

"So, can we— bloody hell! why can't I still enter!?" she exclaimed. Kai chuckled at her annoyed expression but was quick to hide it, "we've been trying the whole day, even Jisung couldn't break the boundary spell," Taemin explained. "wait—what? Jisung was here?"

"Oh, yeah. your friends, right?" he nodded at Kai. "pour kid was shaken in front of Kai, wish you could've seen his face, it was priceless, so cute." looking at Samantha's face, he quickly zipped it up. 

clearing his throat, he added, "There was also a cloaking spell but Jisung lift it. but the boundary spell is still sealed. it's expanded to the entire house -the first floor included- except here; the foyer. once a vampire steps in the sealed zone, the sunlight will burn them—wearing a ring or not. " clicking her tongue, Samantha tugged on her hair, frustrated.

"what are you hiding, Klaus," she mumbled glancing at the flight of stairs. a moment later, she turned on her heel "Kai, take Jeno home, take my car," she threw her car keys at him. "sure."

"Why? Where are you going?" both Kai and taemin snapped their heads at him with widened eyes, "Okay, Jeno. Come, let us leave." Kai grabbed the confused jeno by his shoulders and pushed him to the door. he had no idea that he made them both freak out and fear that she might kill him for being rude and snoopy, but truth be told, sometimes they overreact and act dramatic for no reason. she's not that vulgar, but they refuse to acknowledge it.

"Why did you send him away?" taemin voiced out, his voice echoing in the big empty mansion, "I'm going to check on Taeil to see if he's still alive. it'd be a shame if he couldn't handle the blade for mere three days."

...

the ethereal purple-pink sky loomed on the horizon as the sun sent its last rays, only an orange hue was left creating a beautiful painting above her. The air was chilly and it nibbled on her skin but she could care less, her mind kept going back to the previous two hours she spent with her ex-lover. every time she recalls his confession, she feels more betrayed, hollow, and hurt. But the strongest feeling was rage; pure rage.  

After hopping out of the car, she stopped for a brief second to fix her sweater that fell off a little over her shoulders. She placed her coat on her arm before throwing her hair behind her back and proceeding to the house but she suddenly halted.

her vision got hazy for a split second as her breath got caught in her lungs more than it should. feeling the lack of oxygen entering her lungs, she sucked at the cold harsh breath till she felt her lungs burn. She saw him.

there he was—in flesh, sitting down on the porch of the house playing with Wes— the cat was purring happily on his lap. She knew it was him, his prominent cheekbones rising when he smiled; his perfect red lips stretching into a charming smile. his blue vibrant hair falling graciously on his honey-brown eyes. hearing his vivid chuckle made her heart flutter to the point it started to hurt.

next thing, she found herself walking toward him unconsciously, as if she were a doll and there was a puppeteer tugging on her string and controlling her. apparently, Mark noticed and obviously heard heels clacking as he slowly raised his head. his smile was long gone as he made eye contact with her soft eyes.

he placed the playful cat down and stood up dusting himself off. taking a deep breath, he swallowed it instead of exhaling it the moment he saw her arm-length away standing before him with a welcoming smile. he found himself mesmerized by the soft blueish-grey hue of her eyes, which nearly made him forget what he was about to say; however, her next three words had him frozen.

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afterdeath | lucas

title: afterdeath pairing: vampire!lucas x fairy!reader genre: angst, forbidden romance, fantasy, vampire!au request: May I request a Vampire!Lucas with a fairy!s/o (Forbidden romance perhaps?) word count: 8.6k warnings: descriptions of death and sickness, mentions of a funeral, viewing, and funerary preparations, major character death (but...with a slight twist), mentions of blood and drinking blood, smoking cigarettes, arguments/conflict, mentions of physical violence, some romeo and juliet elements? a/n: hmm this fic probably could’ve been more detailed but i was trying to avoid triggering my own damn self with so much talk of death...ha...not sure why i went this route but i wanted a forbidden romance with an actual decent ending for both characters and this was the first idea i had recommended songs: OLLA - jhené aiko

Year 1508

“We’ve felled the demon!”

“Indeed, we have!”

Cheers ring through the dawn as a large group of fairies dance around an immense bonfire, raising their shouts of celebration to the sky. Within the fire burns the body of the Primitiva Vampire, the One and Only Pureblood, haphazardly thrown over the wood pile and relieved of her head—which sits near the bottom of the burning mass of wood, her face still twisted in a mien of anger.

As the sky begins turning lighter with the onset of sunrise, the fairies continue their celebration, staying close to the fire all the while. They carry large flaming torches to guard against any of the Primitiva Vampire’s followers who might try to sneak upon them and strike in that sliver of space where the sun has yet to rise.

The Primitiva Vampire had a long reign of terrorizing fairies and turning humans and other supernatural creatures into vampires. Each transformed being became a terrible revenant, one which viciously hunted villages and stole into people’s homes for more blood, more death, and more unwilling adherents to the vampiric cult.

Mass numbers of fairies had been decimated once the vampires first tasted their blood and took a unique liking to it. For over 200 years, the carnage continued on at the hand of the Primitiva Vampire, who had one day blinked into existence in a way that could never really be explained by any conceivable means, either human or magic. And without ever giving a hint to her strange conception, she tore across cities and towns, converting others into night creatures like herself and building a loyal following of half-bedeviled beings.

When fairy populations had dwindled to nearly extinction-level quantities, they were left no other choice—fight back or be wiped completely from the universe’s ledger. So they took up arms, honed their magic skills, and did just that.

And now, all their efforts culminate in this blood-stained morning. It marks a much-anticipated moment of revelry before they have to return to their posts to watch for the night creatures inevitably waiting on the other side of the sunset, ready to avenge their slain Goddess.

Present Day

“You probably shouldn’t be here right now.”

“I wanted to come,” Lucas replies, taking your hand is his large one. “I wanted to see you.”

“I can figure that.” You laugh quietly, a little afraid to let your voice rise higher in case it carries too far. “But that doesn’t mean you should’ve come.”

Lucas holds your hand tightly. His skin is cold against yours due to his slow blood, and colder still from the chill permeating the air. It’s only one of many vampiric traits that the other fairies would think of as strange or barbaric, but you don’t see it that way. The chilliness just reminds you solely of him.

“Well, I missed you. And I’m here now, so you’ll just have to deal with me.”

The building you’re standing behind is damp, old, and dilapidated, and it’s not even one of your pre-designated meeting places. In front of you is a rusted chain link fence, which barricades a field of tall and unkempt grass. More aged and crumbling buildings scatter themselves across the distance, taken over by grass and climbing vines.

You don’t know what’s out here. This is one place within your district you haven’t been to before. It was Lucas’s idea to come here, after your last meeting place had nearly been discovered and he found it too risky to keep going there.

The entire city of Beijing is split up into different districts, each belonging to a different faction of supernatural beings. Some nonhuman races have close ties with each other and allow frequent cross-district mingling; others are sworn enemies, forbidden to fraternize with each other under pain of death. In these latter cases, crossing into another’s territory without express permission—or in rare situations, ties to a powerful ally (or allies) on the other side—is asking to get arrested, injured, or worse.

Lucas would be your tie to the vampire side and you his tie to the fairy side if your species weren’t centuries-long enemies. Instead, you’re relegated to having him sneak in and out of your district and hide what he is with blood-scent blockers and eye contacts to make the trickery easier to get away with. There’s only so much you can do to disguise your fae nature; stepping into vampire territory would turn you into a shining beacon.

“Hmm…” you sigh, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. You grasp Lucas’s hand so you’re now holding it with both of yours. “How long do you think we can keep this up? Going from place to place like this. Hiding like criminals.”

Lucas gives a lopsided grin—one that cannot morph into a full smile because of the sadness coloring it. “I don’t know. Forever, if we’re lucky.” He chuckles.

You stare at your intertwined hands, unaware of the sheer intensity of the longing expression on your face, though Lucas sees it clearly. It threatens to burn his heart to ash. “Unfortunately, fae don’t live forever like you do, so maybe not. Besides, your people would probably find out and come after me before we could even settle into a ‘forever.’”

He shakes his head fretfully at your words, squeezing your hand. “Do we have to talk about all that now? You know we don’t have much time together. Let’s just enjoy it for what it is.” Lucas pulls you into him, tucking your head into his shoulder.

“That’s fine by me,” you say, and resist the urge to make some dark joke about how scandalous it is for a fairy to have their neck so close to a vampire’s mouth—or a vampire’s anything.

You both stay together in that dingy and old spot for a while, talking in the dark until he tells you he has to go. He follows you the whole way back home to ensure you’re safe, keeping to the shadows until he sees you disappear past your front door. Then, he slips away again to head back to the familiar manor in his own district.

It’s nearly morning when Lucas gets back to the large house he shares with the other six men. By this time of day, he knows they will either be in bed or getting ready to turn in.

“Still visiting that fairy, I see.”

The unexpected voice doesn’t scare Lucas, but it does make his body tense up a bit in irritation and a slight sense of anticipation. He sighs and stops in his tracks on the way to his room, though he doesn’t face the clan leader just yet.

“Is that a problem? Because you know I’m not going to stop.”

Kun makes a noise of disbelief. “Of course it is. You know what the consequences are if anyone outside of us finds out.” Lucas turns to him slightly, and the look on Kun’s face is more disappointment—maybe even slight fear?—than anger. “I clearly can’t stop you from doing what you want to, but I can’t help you if the Association gets involved.”

Lucas rocks back on his heels and sighs, rolling his eyes at the mention of the vampire organization. “Fuck the Association. They’re nothing but a bunch of old ass hags who have no purpose in their lives other than ruling over every other vampire in the world.”

Kun looks weary at his words. “You really don’t care, do you, Xuxi. They’d have your heart on a stake if they ever heard that.” He pauses and rolls his eyes. “They’re also not that much older than me, so I wonder who you’re calling an ‘old ass hag’...”

“Isn’t it a good thing that they won’t hear it, then?” Lucas laughs, but it’s not an entirely humorous sound, and he gives Kun a searching look as his chuckles die off.

“Don’t look at me like that. I have no interest in telling them anything, mostly because I also have no interest in our whole clan being wiped out.”

Lucas nods, reaffirming his somewhat shaky but still present trust in Kun, needing the regular reassurances for his own calm. He stretches his arms above his head and takes a few steps like he’ll go to his room, though he doesn’t move to leave just yet. “Just don’t see what the big deal about all this is. All this over some ancient bloodsucker who died like 500 years ago...who cares.”

Kun winces again, though he doesn’t bother with reprimanding Lucas this time; he only shakes his head and sighs heavily like it’s already a lost cause. “A vampire and a fairy together is more than blasphemy—it’s ridiculous. It’s illogical. They all think we’re bloodsucking demons hellbent on killing them.”

“To be fair, there’s definitely a sect of vampire zealots or two who are trying to do exactly that despite the laws.”

Kun sighs. Lucas is right; what can he say to argue that? “Xuxi…”

“I’m telling you I’ll be fine, Kun-ge. You don’t need to worry about me and Y/N. Things have been going fine for this long.” Lucas nods, then heads off to his room for real this time. Kun watches him leave, feeling a lot less reassured than the younger man.

Ten takes Xiaojun and Lucas on one of their weekly outings to a blood lounge. Blood lounges are an easy and accessible way for vampires to get blood, though the legalities of this practice are a little muddy. Before getting with you, Lucas didn’t mind drinking straight from the source—going to one of the back rooms and sucking some willing, vulnerable being just to the point of death—but now, it feels like a type of transgression. Drinking someone else’s blood can be an intensely intimate act, on the same level as sex depending on the context, and he doesn’t want to do anything to make you think he’d be unfaithful.

To his fortune, there is no club rule about having to feed off other beings; many vampires take their blood in fancy champagne glasses, just like drinks in a human club. He does that now as the three men sit in a darkly lit booth.

Their conversation is unexciting for a while, with Lucas keeping careful not to mention you or any of his recent visits to your district to avoid any prying ears in the lounge. However, things soon get interesting. “We all know how Renjun got taken off the Association’s Registry a year ago, right?” Ten asks suddenly.

“Yes, of course.” Xiaojun answers like he’s already bored of this turn in the conversation. “That’s what happens whenever a vampire dies.”

Ten nods, but his eyes are wide like he has a secret he’s itching to tell. “But I don’t think he actually died.”

Lucas’s ears perk up at that.

“Why?” Xiaojun asks.

“He was seeing that human before he supposedly died, you know—”

“The one who lost it and drove the stake in his heart? We all know how it happened—”

“Can you let me finish? Anyway, I’ve heard some...suggestions that he faked his death—that maybe he got a magic user to set the whole crime scene up and make it look like it was real. Illusory magic, or something like that.”

Xiaojun sits forward. “A magic user. As in a fairy? Or a witch? Who?”

“I don’t know, just someone who uses magic. People are starting to think he and the human faked it all and ran away to Tianjin. I heard someone even claimed they saw somebody who resembled him when they went to Tianjin recently, though I don’t know how true that is…”

Xiaojun’s interest is thoroughly engaged now. “Think the Association will go looking for him, if it's true?”

“I don’t know if they’d care enough to hunt down an unregistered vampire who’s laying low and not creating chaos with other citizens. We all know Tianjin is way more relaxed about inter-species relationships, too. But the Association doesn’t like looking stupid. And that kind of trick definitely makes them look stupid.”

Lucas sits back, taking all of this information in. He is uncharacteristically quiet, but he doesn’t know what to make of that situation or why Ten is telling them about it. He thinks he can guess why, though, by the way Ten’s gaze lingers on him, and that scares him a little. The way this rumor piques a forbidden interest in him scares him. Lucas lifts the glass of blood to his lips and drinks from it, trying to distract himself from the current conversation.

“All this for a damn human. Only an idiot would try something like that,” Xiaojun says, shaking his head.

“Maybe a smart one. It did get him off the Registry.”

“How can you be a smart idiot?!” Ten and Xiaojun start arguing over the semantics of the term, and Lucas watches them in amusement, though his mind remains in two different places for the rest of their time in the blood lounge.

—

Later that night when they are back at the manor, Lucas pulls Ten aside, just like the older man expected him to.

“What’s wrong?” Ten asks, though his expression shows he already knows exactly what’s the matter.

“You...the stuff you said about Renjun earlier. I…” Lucas doesn’t know how to start or break his idea to him softly, so he decides to just say it. “Is it really possible?”

“I think it’s possible. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to get off the Registry…though many other attempts were way less successful.” Then Ten hesitates before saying, “You could try it.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am.” Ten’s expression softens a little. “I know you and Y/N love each other a lot, but there’s no way the Association will ever let you stay together if they find out. Y/N’s life could actually be in danger. Both of you are, every moment you spend together while living in these districts. If you really want to stay with Y/N, then…”

“...But I wouldn’t be able to see any of you again.” You and Lucas have become so entwined with one another that he can hardly imagine a life without you, but he also finds it difficult to picture his existence without his brothers. They’ve become like blood family to him over the last couple centuries.

“Yeah.” Ten sighs deeply, and although his reply is short, Lucas knows that one word is carrying the weight of all of his stress and sorrow about the idea. “Maybe we could find a way to visit you sometimes. Get the fairies or witches to do some of their magicky shit.” Ten laughs quietly. “But...it’s still just an idea. You don’t have to do it.”

Lucas shakes his head slowly. He wants to put the idea to bed and try to continue on with his life, managing his clandestine visits to your district when he can. But now that he knows of an alternative way, no matter how unreasonable or unbelievable it is, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to forget about it. “Kun-ge is going to kill you once he finds out this was your suggestion. You know that, right?”

Ten shrugs, and the sadness lifts momentarily in the curve of his lips. “He can try.”

The next time you and Lucas meet up, it’s in yet another different place under an ancient and mostly abandoned bridge. As a precaution, you stand together underneath the darkness of the bridge and stay out of sight, though there are few chances of anyone being around to see you in the first place.

He has to muster up the courage to tell you of his idea, unsure of how you’ll react or what you’ll think of it. It’s a lot to ask of you. Your kinships and friendships are not as extensive as his, only having a brother and two cousins left in the world, but he doesn’t know if he could ever ask you to leave them behind like this. Or if he could shake off the guilt that would remain from it.

“There might be a way for us to change things…” Lucas starts, skipping the build-up because he knows it would take him forever to think of something appropriate to say. “But I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Change things?” You glance at him curiously. You wish you could see the deep red of his irises, but they are hidden behind his brown contacts. “As in, with us?”

“Yes. So that maybe we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. Or at least...not sneak around as much as we do now.”

“What is it?” you ask. Despite yourself, your wings flutter against your back as wonder and excitement rise in your chest. You and Lucas have waxed poetic many times before about how you wish things could be different; and neither of you have ever been able to come up with a workable plan. But now, his claim that maybe something is possible has you dangerously curious.

“Taking myself off the Registry. I could basically just...disappear. The Association can’t harm what technically no longer exists.”

You stare at him in confusion. “But you can’t do that, right? Only under special circumstances…”

Lucas sees the question in your eyes and nods. “Right. Like if I die…” You flinch, shaking your head immediately. “...or pretend I’ve died.” This makes you pause, not expecting to hear something like that come from him.

“Pretend...you’ve died. Faking your own death?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but...there’s another vampire who we think has done it before. And...it worked. Supposedly.”

You shake your head again, but you turn the idea over in your mind. “How would you even do that? Someone would have to know you’re not really dead. That can’t be as easy as it sounds...”

Lucas swallows hard. “I know, it doesn’t, but maybe if we plan it right...I think we could pull this off. Some of the others...already know about it.” Only Ten, really, but that’ll inevitably change soon.

Your heart is hammering in your chest just thinking about this plan—the small, undefined plan that it is—and you’re unsure how to approach it. “If we leave under those circumstances, we can’t come back here to Beijing. Which means we won’t see anyone else again, our families and friends...”

“You understand that.” Lucas’s voice comes out strained.

You sigh, wringing your hands. “I do.”

Lucas hangs his head, closing his eyes tightly. “It’s too much to ask of you. We can just forget about this, really. I know sneaking around has been difficult, and I just—”

“I never said I wouldn’t agree to it,” you say softly, interrupting him before he can begin deriding himself about the idea.

Lucas’s head perks up again, and you both look at each other for a long moment. A cold night breeze flows through your clothes and rustles your wings, which remain tucked close against your back.

“Just think of it as leaving the nest, I guess,” you say, though there are tears welling in your eyes. “Growing up and making a life for ourselves. We can do that...right?”

Lucas bites his lip and closes his eyelids to stave off the tears trying to form in his own eyes. “Yeah. We can do that. Even if it’s a bit...unconventional.”

You nod hurriedly, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands before any more tears can make their way out. “If you really want to do this, then we need to visit my brother.”

—

Your brother is predictably not thrilled about the idea. He likes Lucas well enough, but he’s never been very good at hiding his skepticism about your relationship. Though he would never say this to you directly, he never expected your relationship to make it past a few months; and yet it’s been a year and a half since you and Lucas started seeing each other. Maybe he’d be glad about your relationship’s stability if your partner was anyone other than a vampire. Alas, he instead spends all his time stressing over whether either of you will be found out at any moment’s notice.

“You’re playing with fire,” your brother says as he sits down at his desk within his apothecary office. He shakes his head the entire time, but he rifles through his collection of books on magic anyway. If there is anyone who knows a potion or spell that could work for this scheme and would actually be willing to keep it all secret, it’s your brother.

“I know that, Aldriel.” You cross your arms, sighing impatiently at your brother’s continuous reprimands since you’ve stepped through his door. “That’s why we came to you. You’re one of the best magic wielders and potionists around.”

“Oh, I’m well aware. No need to blow smoke up my ass,” Aldriel replies, never one to let a moment to brag slip away. He continues flipping through his book fast enough to make the words on the pages blur, his brow creased with focus. He is paying attention to the words and pictures on the pages, though you also know him well enough to realize this is him trying to distract himself from the many thoughts that must be crowding his brain.

“Don’t be so worried about it,” you say, trying to speak against the lump that’s suddenly forming in your throat. “You’ve always complained about wanting me out of your hair, anyway.”

Aldriel pauses in flipping through his spell book to look directly at you now, his brows creased even further and his face creating a visage of bitter desperation. “Not like this.”

Sighing, you turn away from him and let him go back to his textbook, knowing you’d probably start to cry if you look at him any longer. And who knows what will happen once that begins.

You go back to Lucas, who is sitting in the other room with his face turned to the window. It is nighttime and the blinds are closed, so you know he’s not looking at anything in particular. His mind must be similarly preoccupied.

“You okay?” you ask, touching his arm.

“Fine,” he answers, though he doesn’t turn to you. He just grasps your hand where it slides down to his own, gripping your fingers tightly. “As fine as I can be in this situation, I guess.”

You sit down in front of Lucas on the floor’s intricately decorated rug, resting your head against his knee. “It’ll be okay.” You aren’t sure of the words when they leave your lips, but you have to believe in them or else all will be lost.

—

You both spend a few hours at Aldriel’s place. At one point, you try to prod Lucas into going back to his clan to avoid raising suspicions for being gone too long—you can just get the potion to him some other day—but he insists it’ll be easier for him to stay and receive the potion now.

Finally, in the hour before dawn, your brother’s door opens and he steps through. “It’s ready.”

Both you and Lucas come alert at that, and you step back into Aldriel’s apothecary to see what he’s developed.

“This is an advanced death glamor potion,” your brother says, holding up a small glass bottle. “It contains a magic incantation that will leave you dead for a week and only a week. Seven days. Your body will remain in perfect stasis, so there’s no risk of the regular side effects that come with death.”

“A week?” you repeat, nervousness coursing through your body. Lucas looks equally apprehensive, and he squeezes your hand tighter.

Aldriel nods, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “That should be enough time to take care of the funeral arrangements and make everyone else think you’ve passed.” He says the last bit while gesturing to Lucas. “I’m not super clear on how vampire funerary customs work, though, so—”

Lucas nods. “No, it’ll work. That’s enough time.”

Your brother’s mouth creases into a thin line. “Good.” He passes the vial to Lucas, makes an expression like he might say something else, and then shakes his head, glancing to you instead. “You plan to go to Tianjin, right?”

“That’s right,” you say quietly.

“You’ll need to find a place to stay, then, until you can get one of your own. And I think we both know exactly where that will be.”

The potion works just as Aldriel said it would. It’s hard to know whether to be dismayed or relieved about this, though the former emotion quickly wins out with everyone.

Lucas takes it a week after meeting with your brother and procuring all the necessary fake documents, claiming it’s best not to wait any longer for it. You feel apprehensive about doing it so soon; or maybe you just want to stall for a little while longer. By now the other five men in his clan all know, each with varying reactions to it but ultimately unable to do anything to change his mind—not even Kun.

On the night Lucas uses the potion, Kun makes one last ditch attempt at reasoning.

“You don’t need to go to this extreme,” the older man insists. Though his voice is cold and sharp and deceptively calm, his entire face is a picture of perfect anger. Everyone had already had their turns talking to Lucas alone and telling him what they needed him to hear—and now it’s just Kun left.

“It’s my decision,” Lucas says, keeping his voice steadier than he feels. “I want to be with Y/N. There is no other way.”

“You’re endangering the entire clan with this. You’d throw us all away for one person?” Kun’s eyes are red-rimmed, but not just from the rage; Lucas knows he’s been crying. Lucas shuts his own eyes, his forehead creasing as he presses the pads of his fingers to his temples.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Lucas shakes his head, knowing he is treading on very dangerous waters with what he’s about to say. As if the situation weren’t already contentious enough. “You closed yourself off to love a long time ago. After Jingyi died. You just wouldn’t know.”

The vivid red hue of anger bleeds into Kun’s irises at the mention of his late human lover, and he has to make a very concentrated effort not to reach for the younger’s neck. “How dare you speak of her.”

Lucas opens his eyes again and looks directly at his elder now. “You’ve let the Association run your life too much,” he says, though the words come out sounding a bit defeated. He’s not even sure why he invokes Kun’s lover now; maybe he is trying to make the split easier by provoking the other man into hating him. “You’ve let them beat it into you that love is not worth trying for. What did you gain from that, in the end? But more loneliness.”

Lucas gets the breath knocked from him when Kun slams him up against the wall, and the unpleasant sound of wood splintering strikes against his eardrums. A long vertical crack forms in the wood behind Lucas, but not wide enough to make the wall separate completely. Not using his full strength, then, Lucas thinks to himself.

Kun looks for all the world like he might kill Lucas then and there without the younger man ever needing to take a potion—just bite his heart right out. He crumples Lucas’s shirt in his hands, fisting the fabric tightly enough to create small rips in it. His irises are the color of newly spilled arterial blood, and alongside the red rimming of his eyes from his earlier crying, it makes for an agonizing sight—one that sears itself into the back of Lucas’s mind. It’s made even worse by the new tears spilling down the older man’s face.

He chokes out through the tears, “You cannot do this. I raised you. You would have me destroyed twice?”

Lucas wishes he could shut every one of his senses off right now, but he can only manage to shut his eyes, once again, against the pain in the other man’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Kun-ge.”

—

After that, Lucas goes back to his own room and sits on the bed for a long time, replaying the events in his head and growing colder with the realization of what he’s about to do. He stares at the small vial on his dresser until he can’t stare at it anymore, and then he downs it all at once. He looks at the vial with renewed interest as it actually disappears once the fluid is gone, the glass evaporating away in the palm of his hand like water droplets under the sun. No evidence.

Lying on his side, he stares at the wall across from his bed and waits for the spell to begin working. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but eventually his vision begins to blur, almost so imperceptibly that it’s difficult to realize until he notices everything in his field of view is doubled, objects bleeding out of their lines like pictures drawn by a drunken artist—there’s a strange ringing in his ears too, a sound on the edge of his hearing but still present, and he doesn’t know what any of it means, or if this is how other beings feel when they are on the brink of death—it’s frightening, and he feels a momentary pang of sympathy for other nonhumans and humans alike who have no choice but to experience this terrible ordeal at the closing of their lives—

It’s harder to keep his eyes open now, so he closes them and lets all sounds and sensations fade out of his hearing—he only holds one last memory of you in his mind, of the soft and filmy texture of your wings underneath his fingertips, of you laughing whole-heartedly at something silly he’d said, and he joins his hands together in the universal symbol of prayer even as they grow weaker, hoping and praying even to his cursed vampire ancestor that this won’t be the very last memory of you—

—

“Yes, he has...most certainly departed from this world.” 

An Association council member known as Belial announces this to the room of men after doing a thorough check of Lucas’s body. His voice is distant and saddened. The texture of it is almost tangible, dragging everyone down with it like a physical thing—akin to a rock being dropped into a thin sheet. “Such a fledgling, too. Truly tragic and strange circumstances.” Belial stands beside the bed, shaking his head and looking down at the still form of the younger man as if he might discover an answer if he stares for long enough. “Was there no indication…?”

“He was probably exposed to bad blood,” Ten replies, his voice tense and quiet. Though Kun is clan leader, he doesn’t say anything at all, leaving all the dirty work of explaining the lie to Ten.

Belial’s gaze turns to Ten. He shifts his head slightly to turn his ear towards him, as if he didn’t understand what the other man said. “Bad...blood? As in death by blood weakness?”

The room feels like it’s been sucked of air once these words are spoken, and the younger men shift uncomfortably. Sicheng never lifts his gaze to look at Belial, though Yangyang’s eyes keep darting between Belial and Lucas on the bed like he’s waiting for something to happen. Hendery is just as anxious beside Yangyang, both of them passing uneasy energy between each other. Xiaojun’s face is still fixed into the same permanent frown it had been in since Lucas first told them of the plan. His eyes remain downcast and fixed on Lucas, silently asking Why did you have to be the idiot this time?

“Yes, blood weakness. He hadn’t drank as much blood as usual in the last few days...maybe he seemed a little restless...but we didn’t think it was unusual. He...didn’t seem sick.”

“Where would he have gotten bad blood from? We vampires always take such care…” Belial’s tone turns condescending, as if he could expect no better from a young vampire—someone not even wise enough to tell bad blood from uninfected blood. How could one let themselves be taken out of this world by such a fundamental, basic mistake? Kun curls his fingers into a fist at his side, though he quickly remembers himself and tries to let them relax.

“The blood lounge,” Hendery blurts out. Every eye turns to him now, and Ten’s mouth thins into an agitated line. This isn’t what they agreed on. “M-maybe it was spoiled blood from the blood lounge. It had to be. He’s more careful than that…”

Belial’s eyes are whirling with so many emotions that it’s hard to pin any singular one down. “Serving bad blood, with or without knowledge of it, is an incredible offense within any vampire district. In that case, the establishment must be shut down—after an exhaustive investigation, of course.” This statement causes more discomfort among the gathered men, almost too much of it to be properly concealed.

“I think that won’t be necessary,” Kun interjects quietly. Belial looks at him with an expression that reeks of offense, and Kun returns the stare, glaring straight into the elder vampire’s eyes. “He died of blood weakness, most likely from drinking from some disease-ridden human. Even though he used the blood lounge and blood bags, he was in the habit of getting outside blood on occasion. It was a moment of poor judgment that cost him his life...and nothing more than that.”

A tense silence stretches over the room, and Belial’s eyes still don’t leave Kun’s. The other men remain statue-still, waiting to see what will happen—if it will work—until Belial says, “Yes. Of course. I’ll file his passing with the Keepers of the Registry, as protocol states.”

The other men stay quiet and motionless until Belial departs from their house.

“You used your compulsion on a council member,” says Yangyang, and even his voice is trembling when he speaks.

“I didn’t think that was possible,” Xiaojun notes, though his tone is more irritated than awed. “They’re all so much more advanced.”

That action obviously didn’t come for free, though, because Kun is holding his head like it hurts, turning away from the rest of them. “Such recklessness is not my style. Primitiva help us all. We’re all dead if we’re found out.”

“Why did you say that,” Sicheng deadpans, his words directed to Hendery. Even though Sicheng hasn’t said or done anything since stepping into the room, he looks thoroughly exhausted. “You almost gave us away.”

Hendery holds himself up on the bed as if he’ll collapse, his body bent with all the weight of their lies. He makes a motion like he might sit on the bed before remembering it’s where Lucas’s body is resting, and he straightens himself with some effort. “I...but he was thinking badly of Lucas. Like it was his fault.”

“It was,” Kun says faintly.

“You can’t let your emotions get the best of you right now. Just let me handle the talking.” Ten’s expression is stressed, and for a moment he starts to wonder if he should’ve ever said anything to Lucas at all.

Xiaojun shakes his head. “For now, there is a lot more we need to do than just talking.”

Vampire funerary procedures are much different from what many other supernatural races are used to—even blasphemous to some. Everything is handled at the home of the deceased instead of a funeral home or mortuary, in keeping with the tradition of honoring one’s vampire ancestors—and ultimately, the Primitiva Vampire. After the Primitiva’s gruesome death hundreds of years ago, all that had been left was her ashes once the fire burned out, but her followers still gave the remains a proper processing and burial.

The men dress Lucas in one of his nicest suits and perform all the necessary actions that would be involved at a funerary home, including preparing the casket. All of them help throughout this process as tradition dictates, though it is more difficult than any of them expected it to be. (No one even makes a dark joke about you’ll have to do this for me when I’m gone, which speaks to their inner turmoil.)

The viewing is equally challenging to get through, if not more.

Many of their vampire friends and acquaintances attend, including various members of the Association. Everyone seems to buy the blood weakness lie perfectly, which means Kun’s compulsion worked as it should have. That knowledge does very little to relax any of them in the grand scheme of things, though.

Though they know Lucas is not really gone, the sight of him lying there in that dark coffin with other vampires looking sadly down at his still face and dabbing their tears away is deeply frightening.

The night of the viewing goes by at a glacial pace, and every other night after that up until the funeral passes even more slowly, like time itself has dropped its speed to prolong the torment.

When the last few straggling visitors for the viewing are gone, the men go their separate ways to try to deal with the not-so-small trauma of the day’s events. Kun goes up to one of the manor’s several wide balconies, one that they’ve all used as a familiar hangout spot or simply a place to unwind over the years. The sun will not rise for another forty-five minutes or so, giving him enough time to sit and think before it becomes unsafe. He is not very surprised when he finds Ten already there, though he decides not to leave.

“You stopped smoking three decades ago,” Kun comments, waving his hand in a pitiful attempt to clear out the smell of smoke filling the air. There’s no hint of teasing or personality in his voice, only hollowness and exhaustion. He sits beside the other man in one of the chairs sat outside. “Where did you even get cigarettes from?”

“Don’t worry about me. This is just for the nerves.”

“Why would I worry, it’s not like you can—” Kun pauses before saying the word they both know, realizing it hits far too close to home right now. Silence falls between them until Kun asks, “Do you actually believe this will be worth it?”

“It will. We’ve worked too hard for it not to be.” Ten takes a drag from his cigarette. “We’re giving them a second chance. Isn’t that something to feel good about?”

“A second chance. How interesting.”

“Everyone deserves one.” Ten glances at Kun from the corners of his eyes and doesn’t say anything more, but Kun already knows what he’s vaguely implying.

“And yet everyone doesn’t get one.”

“All the more reason to take the opportunity when it becomes possible.”

Kun doesn’t reply to that. Ten places a hand on his shoulder, but the older man meets this with little regard as he rises from his seat and walks away at a sluggish pace.

You stand in the train station ready to buy a ticket, clutching documents falsifying your identity and feeling more terrified than you possibly ever have. Today marks the seventh day, and you don’t even know if Lucas is alive right now. It was too risky to have any of the other clan members contact you—not until you and Lucas meet up in the designated place. You know Aldriel is an excellent potion master, and if he says the spell will work as intended then it will, but there’s always that seed of doubt.

Your parting with Aldriel had been typical of your relationship with him—you crumbling before him and him pretending like he was fine, lending enough strength for the both of you to survive on, though you knew he was also bleeding from the heart.

“You better not forget about me,” you’d told him, smushing your face into the sleeve of his shirt to hide your tears, though there was no stopping the flow. It was staining his shirt sleeve right through.

He’d scoffed at you, though it was a watery sound. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” He’d held your head closer against his shoulder, the both of you glued together in whichever way seemed fit when you’d walked through his door one last time to say goodbye. “We’ll see each other again. Don’t worry.”

You’d lifted your head from his shoulder then, looking at him with an aggrieved expression. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Aldriel put his hand on top of your head, petting you like a small puppy. It was a thing you’d disliked since you were both children, but which only made your heart hurt even more now. “Have more faith in me than that, dear sister. You’ll see.”

When it’s your turn to get a ticket, you step up to the counter and hand over your information, trying to keep the shaking in your hands to a minimum. The teller behind the counter is also a fairy, their wings tucked against the back of their uniform but peeking out at the sides. You childishly try to take some solace in that, hoping there will be some solidarity between you two. Maybe they’ll be less critical of your legitimacy than any other being might be.

The process is scarily easier than you’d thought it would be, though you are sweating the entire time. A fake name and birth date, and no one suspected anything. All of this would have to be your new identity now if you were to live with Lucas in Tianjin without being discovered.

Getting on the train when it comes is only part of the long journey ahead. It doesn’t provide you with much relief, but you are at least thankful to have one segment of that journey complete.

—

It takes another cab to get to your destination once you’re off the train, but you soon arrive at the house of one of Aldriel’s friends and his similar-name twin—Raziel. Raziel was Aldriel’s most trusted and oldest friend, their woven history extending back to childhood. The three of you had grown up together, and you’d even been quite familiar with Raziel until they left for Tianjin some years ago. Now, you’re back in front of each other again under circumstances that you never could’ve guessed.

“You’re here. Good.” Raziel welcomes you into their house with open arms, tugging you into a jittery hug that you anxiously return.

“Have...you heard anything?” you ask, though you know it’s futile. Raziel wouldn’t have gotten any more information than you have, not until Lucas was standing right on their doorstep. They shake their head and give you a sympathetic look, patting your hands.

“He’ll be alright. Everything will go well. I believe it.” Raziel guides you further into their house, presumably towards the room you’ll be staying in while you’re there. “It’s all so romantic, though—even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. I hope you know you’re doing a good thing, in the end.”

You force your facial muscles into a smile, though it is a ghostly and fleeting one. “Thank you.”

Either way, you will have to wait until nighttime to know if Raziel’s words come true or not; the sun is still high in the sky. It’s only midday. You’ve never before hated the sunlight, but right now you curse the sun’s rays that elongate the time between you and your lover.

—

“You all, give him some damn space,” Ten says, trying to pull the younger vampires away so they won’t crowd around the coffin. “He doesn’t need the scare of his life looking at all your faces when he wakes up.” Despite trying his best to be the voice of reason, Ten also has to refuse the urge to station himself beside the coffin and watch for the slightest movement of eyelids, the tiniest twitch of the lips. His hands shake from the frayed nerves of a week of nothing but death and gloom, and even though he doesn’t need to sleep, he thinks he will be out for at least two days after all of this is over.

There is no set time, no designated signal for when—or the dreaded if—Lucas will awaken. The waiting game feels longer than it really is, especially with the hours until the funeral commences steadily counting down. However, it is not very long before there’s a big sucking breath coming from the coffin, the sudden sound of lungs being filled after a week of complete stillness. Everyone rushes back to the bier when this happens, peering wildly inside the coffin.

Lucas’s eyelids flutter for an eternity before shooting open. He immediately seems distressed upon waking, sitting up out of the coffin so quick that it stutters on its stand, and the others have to steady it before it tips over.

“Xuxi...are you okay?” Sicheng asks, voice hushed with nervousness. Despite his unending anger and distress about the situation, Kun has also crowded in to witness Lucas’s awakening, and he visibly sags with relief to see the younger man is at last awake.

The look in Lucas’s eyes is wild. They are momentarily afraid that maybe something has gone wrong with the potion—maybe it has affected his mind somehow and he doesn’t remember any of them— but then he says,

“Y/N. Is Y/N okay?”

“We don’t know,” Sicheng replies. “I mean, hopefully. But it was safer to not have so much cross-communication going on—you’ll have to go to the meeting spot to find out…”

Though the reasons for this make sense, this does not provide consolation. Lucas fumbles his way out of the coffin with the men’s help. It’s clear he’s still disoriented, which makes them even more nervous, if that’s possible at this point.

“You should drink some blood before you leave,” Hendery suggests, and everyone else agrees. Lucas won’t argue that, so he downs one of the blood bags they have stored until he feels a little more like himself.

“You have to go soon, the funeral is set to start in another hour—we’ll have to leave—” Yangyang warns him, though the words fade at the end of his sentence. He doesn’t know how to continue his thought or how to even begin saying goodbye.

Lucas fills that gap by steeling himself and saying his farewells to each of them in turn, though his eyes are troubled and his chin crumples like he might cry at any moment.

“Don’t say I never helped you out with anything,” Ten says, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. Being separated is painful, but it’ll ultimately serve its purpose of giving Lucas a chance at having a love that none of them could. After seeing Kun suffer the way he did after losing Jingyi, Ten wants to spare another one of his mates from dealing with the same fate.

When Lucas gets to Kun, there is a slight awkward silence and a swift exchange of glances—Lucas’s soft gaze butting up against Kun’s more solid one, which is simultaneously pleading to him and rebuking him for his actions. Still, Kun embraces him tightly enough that their bodies could join together.

“Xuxi…” Kun starts, “I don’t…” And then his words break, leaving an unspoken thought between them.

“One day, you’ll forgive me for this,” Lucas whispers to the older man. Kun gives him an endlessly hurt look in return, silently asking him how he could even conceive those words. When they separate from each other, it’s with much reluctance. Lucas looks at them all and nods once, his mouth tight with grief.

“Right. Time to go, then.”

—

You awake in the middle of the night to cool fingers on the side of your face, which startles you completely out of your sleep. Opening your eyes to an unfamiliar room scares you even more, and it takes you a moment to remember why your surroundings have changed. The knowledge comes back to you quickly when a large palm slips against your own, long fingers twining with yours.

“Xuxi,” you whisper quietly, the sound of his name hanging in the air like a prayer. One of the last few times you’ll be able to freely call him that, except in private.

You can’t see his figure well with all the lights turned out, but he had no problem navigating through the dark to reach your bedside. Wanting desperately to see his face, you fumble around for the bedside lamp switch before turning it on.

“Y/N…” Lucas’s face is suddenly illuminated to you in all its golden glory, a myriad of emotions flickering over his features.

“I didn’t even hear you come in,” you say breathlessly. You’re somewhat sad and wish you could’ve met him at the door, embraced him after his long trip, but it doesn’t much matter anymore because he’s here now.

“Poor Y/N. My baby must’ve been so tired.” Lucas bumps his forehead against yours, his whole body drooping with relief as he practically sinks into you, and you giggle a little as you complain about having to hold his weight up. There is a tingle behind your eyes that threatens to turn into a sudden burst of tears, but you try to hold them at bay for a while longer.

“Are we safe?” he whispers, needing your confirmation. “Raziel said so. But...are we really safe?”

“That’s frightening to even think about,” you reply quietly. “We can’t stay here too long, but for now…I think we will be.” Lucas nods without a word, still holding your hand. His blood-scent is completely absent, as it usually is when he’s around you, and you know he’s used the blockers. Soon, with the ability to go out together and not be arrested or threatened for it, that will not be necessary to disguise his vampirism anymore. “It...won’t be easy.”

“No, but the things we want out of life usually aren’t.”

You squeeze his hand. “Raziel will help take care of things for us. It won’t all be trials and tribulations. I hope.” More hesitantly, you ask him, “What was it like? Being dead?” You know that vampires, being once human, still have souls and an afterlife to go to like most other living beings.

The look on his face is worrying. He doesn’t meet your eyes; he only shakes his head and stares at your joined hands. “It was cold without you.” His lips pull into a weak and chapped smile, if only to quiet your worrying, but that doesn’t work as intended. You decide to leave it for now, figuring there will be more time to talk about it when he feels ready.

Turning the light back off, you both press your bodies together as close as they can physically get, Lucas’s head on your chest and his long legs all jumbled together with yours. You fall asleep before he does, lulled away by his comforting and safe presence. He stays awake for a while longer, staring into the dark and the dark staring back into him, before everything else falls away.

[promisesox]

Kalon IV - WayV vampire!au

1. 2. 3. 4. 

Air. 

You needed air, but you couldn’t find it, not here in this endless darkness. The ghostly fingers around your neck added no pressure but they seemed to feel like the reason you weren’t getting enough air. Your cries were silent, useless even with no one around to hear you. Your clawing at the hand was futile, even when you were begging silently to be released. Feelings you recognized all too closely were washing over. Doubt, shame, hatred for yourself. Just when you were ready to give up, let the monster have you, she whispered quietly into your ear. 

“Give it back.”

The breath of air felt choked in your throat when you finally forced yourself awake, tears stinging at your eyes as you tossed around in the bed. You sat up and slapped your hands on your face, still feeling the light trembles wash over your body as you pleaded yourself to calm down. You reminded yourself you were in your safe haven, your silent candlelit room with no one but you. You needed a moment to gather your bearings, shake away the haunting dream out of your mind of the woman you didn’t know but you felt so closely related to. These dreams had been haunting you ever since you had arrived at the palace, unexplained and terrifying that left you without a good night’s rest.  

You licked your lips and reached to the side, swinging your hand around until you finally spared a glance only to furrow your eyebrows. Usually there was a glass of water beside your bed but nothing was to be seen on the nightstand. Your mind instantly went to Ten, realizing he was always the person to make sure you had something to drink beside your bed when you rested. The thought of him followed with everything that happened last night, the party and the knights who were sworn to you. You had so much to think about along with the ritual coming up, so much that you were still in the dark about. It all leads you back to Ten, leading you back to the feeling of his arms and wanting to rest your head against his chest. Wanting him to whisper sweet nothings into your ear just to calm your fearful heart. You felt utterly alone here in all of this, so much that you no longer questioned why you put your trust and faith into a vampire. 

You decided to set out for Ten, wherever he might be as you flipped your covers off of your body. You had slipped into a nightgown after struggling with getting your dress off yourself, the wind much cooler on your thin piece as you grabbed a robe and stepped into your slippers. A glimpse at the clock made you realize you hadn’t been asleep that long, seeing as the party was probably still going or just ending. The clock on the wall beside your door read 3am, and as much as you thought it was probably too late it was most likely a perfect time for vamps to be up.  

You opened the creaky door as carefully as you could, gritting your teeth on your way out into the hallway. You lightly dragged your feet with hurried steps down the hall, searching for where your knight may be. You couldn’t help but take a look around the huge expanse of your new home, the dark interior setting a lonely feeling in your heart that you knew you would have to accept. You couldn’t help but wonder about all the people, your knights and your ancestor spent all these centuries in this huge mansion. As if they were hiding themselves away. 

You caught two maids coming out of a room, quickly bowing to you as you bowed back and hesitantly asked, “Where’s Ten?”

They pointed down the hall straight ahead as you turned your head in the direction, eyeing a dim, crackling light from a room on the end. You thanked them quickly before hurrying that way, excitement beating at your heart as you bit down on your bottom lip. The tiny smile pulling at your cheeks to raise up slowly came down, catching the unfamiliar sound of tearing and growls.

The closer you got to the room you realized there was more than one person inside, and for a moment you thought it would be better to turn around. If it wasn’t for the thoughts of Ten occupying your mind, you probably would have listened to yourself the first time before you put your hand on the doorknob. You took a deep breath in, pushing the wooden door open before allowing your hand to come back to your robe and clutch the soft material in your palm as you got a good look inside the room.

It honestly didn’t register at first. The first thought that popped to your mind was ‘oh, this is a red room.’ It was splattered on the walls in a way that looked as if the painters weren’t done painting them. The liquid seemed to still be sliding down, joining in the thick puddle that you thought to just be the color of the floor. But honestly you couldn’t tell with all the bodies toppled over it. 

Some of them were still alive, quiet pleas to be spared and asking for a savior. You caught sight of the arm reaching out until another one joined it’s hands, watching teeth sink into the wrist as if it was taking a bite. You managed to get a gasp in, allowing air to fill your lungs as the scent of death drowned your sense of smell. Your eyes darted around recognizing the red eyes, differentiating the vampires from the humans on the floor. You watched pieces of limbs drop to the floor, not knowing if the owner was watching them eat their body parts alive. It didn’t take long before you found yourself hyperventilating, wide eyes still managing to search for your saving grace. Your eyes stopped dead when you found him, the look in his eyes matching your own as you quickly got the glimpse of red change to brown. His shirt was open, body marred in scratch marks and blood that you couldn’t take the thought of to be his own or someone else’s. You didn’t want to believe that you were really looking at him, in this room, feasting on a mound of humans.    

“Keira.”

You blinked, taking a couple more to make sure you weren’t dreaming. His steps towards you made you take a couple back, a slow shake of your head as you mouthed your denial. You took a moment before glancing down, turning your head to look down the path you took to get here. 

You hadn’t noticed that since you had come down this hallway, you had been walking in blood. 

“Keira, please wait-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of Ten’s pleas, running back down the hall from which you came. Your face was hot with tears, a new type of fear eating its way into your heart as you tried to run away from a truth you weren’t ready to face. You begged yourself to keep together, your tears drowning your vision as a small noise close to a whine escaped your throat. 

You screamed out when you collided into what you assumed to be another body, the strong grip of arms holding you close as hushes calmed your noises. You quivered in the unfamiliar arms until you peered up, surprise written in your orbs as Kun stared down at you with intense worry. 

“Keira. Are you alright?” 

Hics and sobs was all you could manage to get out, thanking him in your head that was all he needed to understand. He tightened his hold on you before you found yourself in your room not even a second later. A gush of air had you gasping, fingers clutching onto his shirt as you turned your head around to confirm your surroundings. You finally released him when he called your name again, a sob building up in your throat again as your legs gave out and you dropped to the floor. He was right there with you, pulling you into his arms and whispering your name with sadness in his tone, making you break even more. Hurt and betrayal were the only words you could come up with, along with settling disappointment in yourself for ever thinking that you could accept a life with vampires. Reality was hitting you in the face that this wasn’t something you wanted, disguising the idea of living in peace as opposed to being a prisoner. 

“Keira.” 

You turned to the sound of his voice like it was instinct, still wanting to believe in the one person you trusted overall. Thankfully he was in a new set of clothes, the image of blood splattered over his body no longer there but forever imprinted in your head. You swallowed back the thick moisture in your throat, wiping your nose with the back of your hand as you used Kun as support to stand up. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, the look of desperation on Ten’s face broke your heart even more.

“Keira, please give me a chance to explain. I-”

You didn’t give him the chance, your quiet and hoarse voice speaking aloud, “You were eating people.” He stayed silent, frozen in his spot like a sad puppy not wanting to move, but begging to come be loved by his owner. You took a shaky breath in before finding the words to continue, “It was so scary...so...monstrous. You had them all on top of each other like a stack of livestock. Humans, like me.” 

Ten shook his head, face scrunching with denial. “Keira I know it looks absolutely terrible now, but you have to understand this is the way we feed-”

“Cannibalism.” 

You cut him off once again, your voice shaking with every syllable before you were breaking into sobs again. “It’s-” you didn’t have the words to properly explain what you saw, and neither did you have it in you at the moment to explain to Ten how you felt. How torn you were from wanting to be in his arms when you were so deathly afraid of him in this moment. 

Ten was having an even harder time watching you break in front of him, over actions he couldn’t hide from you in time. “No, I-” 

“You should have known she wasn’t going to have the stomach to watch you feed that way.”

His eyes turned to bore into Kun’s, quickly switching into red, angry orbs. Anger built up so quickly in Ten at the sight of the first knight with you, in the spot that was registered for him. His claws itched to come out, the new profound strength wanting to be released after a heavy feeding. “Shut, the fuck up, Kun.”

The expression on Kun’s face didn’t change, but it carefully matched Ten’s energy as he took an unhesitant step forward. “You don’t get to silence me, general. When you fuck up and hurt her, I’ll be the one to take her away from it. That was the deal.” 

“Please leave.” 

Red pairs of eyes turned to you, the looks of anger changing to that of sympathy as the vampires in front of you were the ones at your mercy. You took a couple steps back until you were falling onto the edge of your bed, finding comfort in the leverage holding you together as you pleaded, “The both of you.”

“Keira.” Ten began, reaching out for you until you were pushing yourself back onto the mattress and folding your legs to your chest.  

“I want to be alone right now.” you begged quietly. “Just for right now.”

It was a long silent pause between the three of you, neither of the vampires wanting to leave your side. Even without the influence they were bound to listen to you, accepting their command no matter how much it hurt. 

“Okay. I’ll come back later. I’ll be right down the hall from you.” Ten offered, sweet care dripping in his voice as he spared a shaky smile and hopeful eyes. He was the first to leave before Kun followed behind, sparing you one last glance. 

“Remember, just one whisper away.” 

You nodded your head, staring into the eyes of your first knight. He didn’t hold up a second more, closing your door behind him and allowing you to break down all by yourself in the lonely room.