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Ahhhhh, Topaz!!! Thank you so much!!! I'm so happy you're enjoying the development of the story so far! Just wait for the whirlwind that is the next few parts lol
And omg, not at all!! It's honestly a hug compliment to me when you say my action scenes are well written and tense! It's what I'm going for so I'm happy it comes across!
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{3} - Fight or Flight - Yandere!Redcap!Mingi X Tall!Chubby!Reader
Fae!AU & Yandere!AU - Part of the CoDN Thrill of the Hunt Collab
Genre: Fantasy, Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Pairing: Mingi X Reader
Words: 9,085
Rating: Mature - 18+ MDNI
Warnings: Please read the warnings carefully, as this is a very heavy story dealing with many dark topics. This is also all of the warnings for this fic as it is one long one shot that I had to split into multiple parts, and I'm too tired right now to individually categorize all of these warnings to their respective parts. 8 ft tall Mingi. Slow burn. Violence: depiction of a massacre, a deer being slaughtered, as well as physical, verbal, sexual, and emotional, both alluded to and not. Blood and gore. Abuse: physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual, both alluded to and implied. Assault: physical, and sexual, both alluded to, implied, and attempted. OC has a really rough past, really this isn't for the faint of heart. Whipping, both alluded to, and done. Mentions of branding. Heavy themes of possession and ownership. Deception. Arson. Really, there's a lot of dark subject matter. Mingi falls hard and fast, thus, he simps a lot for the OC, but it's not a story written by me if Mingi doesn't simp for the OC. The reader is mentioned to be both tall and chubby, but it is not mentioned often, so it shouldn't disrupt the flow of the story when ready if you are not tall and/or chubby. I think that's everything, but if I missed something, please let me know! Smut: Biting/marking, outdoor sex, fingering (fem. rec), oral (fem. rec), hand job (male rec), come eating, overstimulation, Mingi has a dig bick, sex in a spring, really, it's very soft in comparison to the subject matter. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
P.S. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them. I did my best through many rounds of editing, but some are liable to still slip through.
A/n: I am SO sorry this took me LITERALLY forever to complete. I meant to have this out so much earlier, and actually posted on time, but it turned out much, much longer than I ever anticipated it being. I'm really proud of how this story turned out, and I didn't want to split it into multiple parts because I felt it would take away from the story as a whole. I'm super excited for you all to read this one, as I had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, and I really hope you all love Mingi's and OC's journey as much as I do. Huge shoutout and thanks to @anyamaris and @kwanisms for listening to me ramble and rave about this story both before and during the writing process, and for always encouraging me while writing! Also, huge thank you to @sanjoongie for being so patient and understanding with me as I write this all out in full. I hope you all enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Summary: Out of one horrible situation and into another, the cycle of abuse never stops. You've lived with monsters your whole life. So, what's one more?
P.P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!
Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two
You were wrong.
Not only is this redcap the most infuriating fae possible, but he has no tact when it comes to handling you. Clearly, he’s never dealt with humans before, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. Every chance he gets, he’s shoving you around, pulling you harshly to your feet and snapping at you to ‘get a move on’ if you’re not moving at a quick enough pace for him.
Gone is the almost surreal atmosphere of peace the morning had brought you. Instead, as evening shifts into night, only irritation seems to fill the silence between the two of you. Whether he’s upset at himself for relating to a human or not is unbeknownst to you. All you do know is that he seems to dislike you more than he did the previous day.
“Are you done yet?” His voice cuts through the gentle sounds of the pond you’re currently bathing in.
Your head turns to stare at his back, noticing he stands a better guard than Windfel ever did. Not once did this fae turn around even to toy with you. Truly, he kept his word about being respectful about this kind of stuff, and for that, you should be grateful. Only, a creeping sense of dread begins to sink into your bones.
Slowly, you begin to make your way out of the pond, not quite feeling as refreshed as you should. The constant pounding of your heart within your chest reminds you that you’re still alive, and as you pull on the new clothes, you cannot keep your hands from shaking.
“Have you finished? I need to wrap your wound.” His arms are crossed over his chest, that much you can tell.
“I can do it myself.” Comes your somewhat sharp reply, looking around for where he put that roll of bandages he scavenged from a nearby town.
“No, you’re going to do it wrong.” He sighs, beginning to tap his foot against the ground. “I don’t want your wound getting infected again and slowing us down even further.”
Your features pull into a scowl. One which you are grateful he cannot see at the moment. You remain silent, tugging the loose shirt over your head once dry enough to do so. Only a grunt is given to acknowledge he can turn to face you, one which he seemingly immediately understands.
“Sit down.” He commands, walking over to you with another leaf filled with fresh paste in his one hand.
You comply, barely holding back your grumble of discontent. “Yes, General.”
The fae lets out a sharp breath through his nose, kneeling beside you on the ground. He says nothing as he begins to apply the paste over your now healing wound.
The cut on your leg is doing tremendously better in such a short amount of time. No longer does it crust at the edges, and the swelling has gone down significantly. There’s a small scab that rests over the deepest part of the cut, but the edges are much fainter than before, almost scar like in appearance. Sure, it still aches, but it’s nowhere near as horrendous or as infected as it once was.
Carefully, he spreads the paste over your cut. You notice his claws have retracted once more, and though he’s focussing intently on what he’s doing, he isn’t all that gentle. At one particular point, he adds a bit too much pressure to his fingers over the worst part of your cut, and you flinch.
A sharp hiss escapes you before you can stop yourself, and he removes his hand.
He says nothing as he discards of the leaf this time, reaching over to grab the roll of bandages. Wordlessly, he slides his one hand beneath your knee, tugging it upwards without warning.
Your initial response is to scold him, but given how close he is to you right now, combined with the fact that he is treating your wound, you don’t want to give him an opportunity to attack you. If he’s this good with treating them, then obviously he’s even better at causing them. Besides, there are ways he could torment you with the worst pain imaginable, all while making sure to still keep you alive.
It’s not like that hasn’t happened before. You would know.
There is no time, nor opportunity for you to be embarrassed right now. True to his word, he barely takes his eyes from your wounded leg the whole time he treats it. No roaming hands. No snide remarks, or suggestive comments about anything.
Whether he takes notice of the other scars lining your legs is unbeknownst to you, for he doesn’t comment on a single one. Instead, his brow is furrowed in concentration, his hands moving roughly around your thigh as he wraps the bandage around your wound. It’s almost as if he’s working subconsciously, letting his muscles repeat the monotonous motion of covering your wound without thinking. Almost as if he’s done this a thousand times before.
In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder about him. What was his past like? How did he learn to treat wounds this well? Is he truly as terrifying as you’ve been led to believe?
You catch yourself, blinking a few time to clear your vision. These are not things you should concern yourself with. You need to worry about yourself, and only yourself right now.
Looking back at the fae, you notice that his eyes are glazed. Still, he stares intently down at your thigh. You can tell he’s not paying attention, for he bandages your thigh too tightly, tying it off without a second thought.
“It’s too tight.” A blunt comment which seems to snap him out of his thoughts.
“No, it’s not.” He clicks his tongue, standing back to his feet. “Quit complaining, and let’s get a move on. I’ve already wasted enough time waiting for you today.”
“Isn’t it dangerous for me to travel at night?” You remark, tugging the fresh pair of pants over your legs as he walks over to the tree line.
“Not with me, it’s not.” Comes his gruff reply as he begins to stalk deeper into the woods. “Keep up. I’m not stopping if you fall behind.”
Without another word, and with a deep sigh, you take off after him. That stem of red spider lilies you still have with you gets hastily tucked back into your pants pocket. Despite the petals wilting every day, you cling onto it. It means too much to you, and the fact that you were able to find a single stem in the wild still makes your head spin.
Your favourite flower, come to bring you home.
Surprisingly, you manage to keep pace with the fae quite well. You can tell he’s not travelling at his top speed, but the trek is still manageable, and your thigh doesn’t throb once.
Your ankle on the other hand…
Sometime over the course of the night, your foot had started going numb. Your limp has become more prominent, and with every step you take, pain shoots up your right ankle. You manage to bear it for quite a bit longer. That is, until you lose your footing, tripping over a sudden root in your path and falling to the ground with a loud thump.
An annoyed sigh greets your ears, followed by even louder stomps heading back in your direction.
“Are you that incompetent-“ A sharp intake of breath. “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m always bleeding.” You push yourself upward, feeling pain shoot through your fingertips.
Oh, yes. You forgot. You cracked your nails.
Sitting yourself on the ground, you let out a sigh of your own. Gently, you go to raise your hands to your face in order to assess the damage. However, before you can get very far, two large hands envelope your own.
“You’re a walking disaster.” He clicks his tongue, studying your fingertips thoroughly.
His touch is not soft, but it’s not as rough as this morning. Still, he turns your hands in his without thought, tugging your arms lightly forward as he brings your fingertips closer to his face.
Your expression hardens, pursing your lips. “So I’ve been told.”
He says nothing, but you do notice his gaze flick upwards to your face. A moment later, and he’s letting out another sigh. “Is there anything else I should be made aware of?”
“Well, since you’re asking,” you reply smartly, pain and irritation ridding you of your normal filter. “I haven’t been able to feel my right foot for over two hours.”
He swears lowly under his breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were now my own personal doctor.” You snap.
A low growl greets you in response, and you freeze. With wide eyes, you meet his own.
“I would like to make it back to my home without any further setbacks.” He snarls. “Preferably with you in one piece.”
“Didn’t realize I was so important to you, General,” you tug your hands out from his grip, and surprisingly, you do not feel the sharp sting of fresh cuts adorning your skin from his claws. In fact, it looks as if he retracted them before he even started examining your hands.
A strange, yet welcomed fact which you didn’t bother to notice until now.
“You’re not.” He spits out his reply, standing back to his full height in the next second. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit with some supplies.”
Without waiting for a response, he takes off into the night.
All you can hear are the sounds of the forest around you, and the faint stomping of the fae away from you as you drag yourself to rest against a tree. Finally, you feel as if you can breathe easier.
There’s a war going on within yourself. You still want to make the general so mad that he kills you in a fit of rage, while another part of you is genuinely regretting that decision. Whether it happens or not, is still yet to be seen. At least you no longer have starvation, dehydration, and infection clouding your mind.
About an hour later, the fae returns to see you having stripped yourself of your pants. The bandage he had tied around your thigh rests to the side as you let the wound breathe, and it looks the best it has in weeks. Whatever that paste is made from has really helped, for now all that remains of the initial cut is a small scar, and a minor scab.
You notice he spares a glance at your thigh. “How’s your leg?”
Your brow quirks, but you school your features into a neutral expression almost as quickly as it comes.
“Well, I’m starting to gain feeling back in my foot.” You say, watching him carefully as he crosses the short distance between the both of you. “I told you the bandages were too tight.”
“Do you ever stop nagging?” His features twist in irritation as he crouches beside you.
Almost instantly, your breath catches, and your expression falls. Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly, averting your gaze to the side. Old memories, ones you had shoved deep down inside of you resurface, and bile rises in your throat.
“I suppose I should feel grateful for having you keep me from dying.”
“Feel whatever you want to, mortal,” he sighs, handing you a canteen of water. “I have no ties to you, and you have none to me.”
“Then, what do you call this?” Pointedly, you spare a glance down at your almost fully healed thigh, making sure to catch his gaze.
“Insurance.” He states bluntly. Not even a second later, his eyes fall shut, and he’s breathing out a long sigh. “Look, I’m getting tired of repeating myself-“
“I know.” You cut him off. “I’m useless if I can’t function properly.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You didn’t have to.” You turn your head, jaw twitching as tears prick at your eyes.
You’ve heard it all before. Over and over for what feels like your entire life. Friends, family… all those that were supposed to love you, to care for you.
You nearly scoff.
Love. What a useless emotion. You’re not even sure it exists anymore. Though, you’re sure your parents would argue that they did even this for you out of whatever twisted love they claim to have for you.
No. They wouldn’t know love even if it hit them right in their faces.
No one has ever loved you. No one ever will.
“We’ll rest here until you’re fully healed, and then we’ll continue the journey back to the keep.” His voice, solid and stern, pulls you out of your own thoughts. “That way there’s no excuse as to why we need to make additional stops.”
“Yes, General,” your voice is much weaker than before, barely coming out as more than a hoarse whisper. It’s as if you’ve suddenly lost the will to fight. If you ever even had it in the first place.
A grunt is all you hear from him in response. In fact, that’s all you hear from him for the rest of the morning, and as the sun begins to rise over the horizon, you fall into a deep, restless sleep.
***
It takes two full days for your wound to fully heal. Granted it only took one for the cut to become nothing more than a scar, but it was better to be safe, than sorry.
Despite the setbacks, Mingi actually feels relieved now that he knows you won’t be able to slow him down since your thigh has healed. Looking after you hasn’t been so bad, either. Your company, surprisingly enough, can actually be quite enjoyable.
There are times where you don’t seem to filter yourself as heavily as others. He enjoys those the most. You have an attitude to you that he can appreciate. An attitude which reminds himself of his younger days, before he became the seasoned general that he is now. He honestly wishes he would see it more often from you, but every time you allow yourself to snap back at him, it’s as if you expect him to hit you for it.
Not only that, but the past few times you’ve fallen asleep, you seem to be tormented by terrors unknown to him. He can hear you thrashing against the tree you rest on, whimpering into the stillness of the night as your body attempts to curl in on itself.
It bothers him, and he doesn’t understand why.
Ever since he saw you attempting to frantically crawl away from him that day after he had slaughtered that deer, something within himself has shifted.
Mingi has always known he’s a monster. He was born a monster. He was raised a monster. He is a monster, and he’s never for one moment denied that part of himself. Of course, he has his own moral code he lives by, but again, he doesn’t enjoy wasting his time on easy prey.
If it’s not worth killing over, it’s not worth dying for.
Besides, no one respects him for the minor kills. He wouldn’t have gotten where he is today if he took the easy path. He has a reputation to uphold, and killing people that are not even worth his time only makes people fear him.
Fear isn’t what can drive people to be loyal. Respect can.
No one gains respect by slaughtering countless humans here. At least, in his opinion. It would be the same as targeting children. Who gains honour from tearing apart the weak and defenceless? Certainly not him. He never has, and he never will.
There’s no valour in that.
Still, there is something about you that irritates him to no end. Every time you call him general, he wants to rip your tongue from your throat. The way he catches you looking at him from time to time makes him want to gouge your eyes from your head. Yet, there’s something about the way you’ve come to rely on him, about being able to actually take care of something in such a way instead of destroying like he’s used to. Something about the way he feels as if he can just live around you, causes his guard to weaken and start to crumble.
A vulnerability he hasn’t felt in a long time. A vulnerability that, in actuality, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt in his entire life.
Maybe that’s why you irritate him so much.
Stupid human making him feel stupid things he’s never felt before.
The sun sets in the distance, casting a golden hue across the surrounding area. A gentle breeze cools the humid air of the day, giving way for the crisp stillness that night is sure to bring.
Still, you limp along.
Your stamina has improved since your wound has healed, and you seem to be more keenly aware of your surroundings. Enough so, that Mingi can see the familiar shine of recognition behind your eyes as the forest begins to thin up ahead.
“Shouldn’t there-“ you swallow, panting lightly. “Shouldn’t there be a town up ahead?”
A low hum in confirmation is all you receive in response as Mingi breaks through the tree line. He pauses, waiting for you to catch up. Taking the time now, he scans over the area, no annoying pests in sight. Of course, there are the town’s other inhabitants, but at least the pain in the ass seems to be gone for the moment. If his missing scent is anything to go by, Seonghwa hasn’t been home in quite a few days.
Perhaps those small set backs were more of an advantage than Mingi thought.
“Come on,” Mingi says, leading you towards a tavern across the way. “We’ll stay here for the night. I could use a decent rest in a bed instead of on the ground for a change.”
Eager eyes follow the both of you as you cross the short distance between the woods and the tavern, and Mingi can already hear the whispers floating in the air. He knows that he’s easily recognizable, given the red band tied around his upper arm, but hearing them comment about you sets his skin prickling.
The worst part is, he doesn’t know why.
Stepping inside, the familiar smells of malt ale and other fermented substances greet his nostrils. There’s a distinct stench of body odour, and malcontent lingering in the air that irritate his nose the further into the tavern he goes. The rowdy patrons are all around, laughing and jeering amongst themselves as he steps up to the counter.
Even though he spares a glance over his shoulder to check, he knows that you’re scurrying after him as fast as you can. You seem to be able to feel the pointed stares sent your way as Mingi discusses lodging arrangements with the owner.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Mingi watches you shift uncomfortably on your feet, curling in on yourself as loud voices reach the both of your ears.
“Isn’t that that infamous redcap general?” A loud whisper cuts through the noise of the tavern.
“What’s a human doing with him?” Another hisses, and Mingi can feel his one ear twitch.
“You think he’s claimed her?”
“I don’t see a mark.” Such a smug comment causes Mingi’s jaw to tick in irritation.
What ever happened to minding one’s own business?
“You think we could convince him to let us have some fun with her?”
“Maybe I should give her a mark of my own-“
“Watch your tongue before you lose it.” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, his sharp gaze locked onto the fae that had uttered such a repulsive phrase.
A sudden silence encases the entire tavern, and even your eyes go wide.
The comment from the general is so unexpected, it seems to even surprise him.
Mingi is acutely aware of all eyes on him now. Not even a drop of condensation falls against a single glass as he snatches the ward key from the counter. With his opposite hand, he pushes you along, only causing you to stumble forwards and towards the stairs at the back of the room.
“Don’t concern yourselves with business that is not your own.” Mingi snaps, practically shoving you up the stairs and out of sight from hungry, prying eyes.
Eyes of which that seem to follow you all the way to the room. A fact which only serves to irritate him more, a scowl tugging at his features as he unlocks the door with the ward key. A moment later, the entrance swings open, and he’s dragging you inside.
“This was a bad idea.” He begins to pace, rubbing a hand over his face.
“I was fine the last time I passed through this town.” Your reply is much softer than he’s used to, and he spares a glance in your direction.
There you stand, still fidgeting in your spot. Your hands tug at the long sleeves of your shirt, shoulders curling in on yourself as you intently stare at the ground. Your eyes have lost that faint shine he’s come to know over the past few days, the brightness having dulled suddenly into a blank nothingness.
He bets you’re thinking about their eyes on you, and how everyone was gazing at you like you were a piece of meat. Even he can still see the way tongues ran over sharp teeth, lips curling back against fangs in malicious grins as the scents of excitement and thrill bombarded his senses.
His own lips draw back in a scowl, and he nearly growls.
“Do you understand what they were implying?” Mingi can barely keep his breathing under control as he turns to look out the window.
Claws dig into wood, fingers nearly snapping the window frame from the pressure of his grip. What only makes this worse is he doesn’t understand why those comments have set him off so much. It’s simply typical fae talk, no different than what his subordinates had said when you first showed up at the edge of their encampment.
Thinking back on it now, the thought nearly makes him snarl.
“It’s nothing I’m not used to with men-“
“They are not men.” Mingi snaps, his chest heaving as he turns to face you.
Immediately, you recoil back, mild shock on your features. That is, until you’re schooling your expression and taking a deep breath in.
“Why should it matter what they say, then?” You keep your voice low, steady.
“It doesn’t.” His reply is quick. Too quick.
“Aren’t they your kin? Don’t you think the exact same way?” Your voice rises slightly, and the tears he can see shining in your gaze cause his chest to begin to ache.
“I have never- will never think that way.” Mingi shakes his head, fingers tangling in his locks and tugging exasperatedly at the roots. “I may not like your kind, but I don’t agree with treating them however we want to just because we can.”
His head is spinning and throbbing all at once. He feels both freezing cold and burning hot, and he cannot prevent his eyes from shifting from you to the door. His breathing, which he has always been able to master, comes in erratic pants, fangs bared as his claws scratch at his scalp.
“You had no problem with it before when it was your men saying it.”
A silence so deadly settles over the room.
In the blink of an eye, Mingi has you pinned against the wall. His arm rests over your upper chest as he looms over you, teeth bared in a snarl. Raised in the air above his head is his opposite arm, claws glinting beneath the light of the moon as he prepares to strike.
Only, the hitch in your breath pulls him back to reality.
Immediately, he stumbles away from you, staring at his hands in horror. He doesn’t register the single sob that echoes through the silence of the room like a knife, nor does he hear the frantic beating of your heart over his own racing in his ears. What he does catch, however, is the single tear that cuts a path down your cheek, and the way your trembling body collapses to the floor.
The moment you touch ground, you go limp, staring vacantly at the wall across from you.
Mingi’s hands drop to his sides, balling them into fists as he stomps over to the door.
“I’ll be back.”
The last thing he sees before the door swings shut is you supporting yourself with your hands braced upon the floor. He doesn’t give himself time to think as he storms back downstairs and straight over to the bar, ignoring the pointed stares sent his way.
He needs time to think, to sort out the mess that is his head. Perhaps you could use this time alone, too. Besides, it’s not like you can escape the room you’re in. Only he has the key to get in, and it’s not like you can jump out of the window. The glass is too strong for you to break.
You’re trapped, just like you’ve always been since he caught up to you. Yet, for some reason, that simple thought makes his brow furrow.
He doesn’t want you to feel trapped…
Frowning down into his glass, Mingi downs his ale. A few moments later, and his glass has been refilled. What a perfect way to end the day: by drowning his sorrows in a room full of boisterous fae, drinking until even the most proper of them cannot tell up from down.
About an hour into his drinking, he senses a few other fae saddle up beside him. The scraping of the stools on the ground cuts through the noise of the tavern, and much to Mingi’s annoyance, the fae from earlier that were making comments are the ones that surround him.
“So, what brings you to town, General?” The one with muted butterfly wings on his back asks. He was the one who commented on convincing Mingi to have some fun with you.
Mingi takes another sip of his drink. “Hunt.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re with that human.” Another hums, small horns protruding from the top of his head. His skin has a slight green hue to it, and Mingi recalls the way he spoke about giving you a mark of his own. “Mustn’t have put up much of a fight, eh?”
A scowl mars Mingi’s brow, but he hides it behind the rim of his glass, downing the rest of its contents in a single shot.
“Surprised she’s not torn to shreds.” Another hums, leaning casually against the edge of the bar. He’s a bit shorter than the other two, but Mingi notes the way he bounces his one hand in the air, almost impatiently. “Or are you saving that for later?”
“Oh, you sly general, you,” the one with the horns nudges Mingi’s shoulder. “Lure the human into a false sense of security, then tear her asunder when she least expects it!”
The three fae share a laugh, fangs glinting beneath the light as their lips curl deviously in mirth.
“I thought I told you to not concern yourself with business that is not your own.” Mingi replies gruffly, slamming his now empty glass back on top of the counter.
“It’s not our fault you brought an unclaimed human into our midst.” The one leaning against the counter titters.
“Really, you should share some of the fun with the rest of us,” the winged one laughs, flicking his eyebrows in a suggestive matter.
“And what would your town’s overseer say if he could hear you now?” Mingi turns his sharp gaze towards the two fae on his right side.
If there’s one thing that Mingi can’t fault the pain in the ass for, it’s that he maintains good control over those that follow him. At least, those that reside in this town.
“Seonghwa’s not here.” The fae with the horns hums. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”
Mingi’s jaw twitches. These fae have clearly done this multiple times with humans before, and gotten away with it despite Seonghwa’s rule not to touch any that enter the village under his watch. Though, with that specificity, Mingi isn’t that surprised.
“Come on, General,” the one with the wings taunts. “Think of how satisfying her shrieks of terror will be.”
A flash of you scrambling away from him in terror flashes through his mind, your desperate cries ringing through his ears.
“Humans are such weak, pathetic creatures, anyways.” The one leaning on the counter rolls his eyes as Mingi stands to his feet. “It’ll probably be the only action she ever sees in her life with how ugly she is. She’ll probably be thanking us by the end of it for make her feel desirable.”
An image, soft and pure, of you tenderly gazing down at that wilting stem of spider lilies flits through his mind, and Mingi tenses. A blink, and the once peaceful scene shifts, blood splattered over your face as tears cut fresh tracks through the dirt and grime smeared over your cheeks.
“Don’t you want to feel the warmth of her blood spilling onto your hands as you bathe yourself in its crimson flow?” The fae with the horns grins maniacally. “Taste its bitter scent as it drips down your tongue?”
Mingi’s hands, which are currently clenched into fists at his sides, begin shaking.
“Come on, General,” the one that’s leaning against the bar continues, pushing himself forwards to lean into the silent redcap’s back. “Let us have our fun. We’ll take her off your hands.”
“Yeah,” The winged one smirks, eyes glinting in the light of the tavern. “Don’t you know human meat is a delicacy around here?”
“Let alone one so young, and fresh,” the horned one snickers, his grin widening as he licks his lips. “Oh, I can’t wait to tear into her-“
Blood splatters across the top of the bar, and every patron turns to see what the sudden commotion is about. Not a sound can be heard for several tense moments as realization settles over the entire room.
The horned fae can do nothing but open and close his jaw, blood spilling from his mouth as he stumbles away from the redcap across from him. Horror paints his features for a brief second before anger is taking over, watching as Mingi drops the now severed muscle in his hand, the horned fae’s tongue thudding against the floor.
“I warned you.”
Without another word, Mingi is storming outside the tavern to get some fresh air. The rest of the fae around him immediately part to let him pass, low whispers following him all the way outside. His hand clenches repeatedly, feeling disgusted by the wet warmth that covers his fingers.
Normally, Mingi would revel in the feeling. He loves the way blood coats his skin when he goes in for the kill, not to mention maiming something that annoys him. Sure, he has his morals, but that doesn’t mean he won’t put in the effort when the time calls for it.
Mingi doesn’t quite exactly know why he reacted the way he did. He put up with his men boasting about wanting to do much worse to you while back in the encampment. Yet, how three unknown fae could rile him up so easily only makes the confusion and anger he’s feeling all the more prominent.
It’s only because you’re still technically on a hunt with him. You’re not home free just yet. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has to make sure you both make it back unharmed, and that includes not letting other fae take advantage of you.
No other reason.
None at all.
Taking a deep breath in, Mingi lets the crisp night air fill his lungs. He flicks his wrist, more blood splattering against the ground as he scowls down at his hand. His whole body is tense, and he’s surprised his teeth don’t crack from the force at which he clenches his jaw.
He should probably check on you soon. It’s been a long day, and all he wants to do is rest. No more dealing with this stupid shit for the moment. It’s time for him to turn his brain off.
Besides, he could use the downtime.
Heading back inside after about five more minutes, Mingi flexes his hand. The now dried blood cracks over his skin, and a feeling of unease settles inside his chest. The other three fae are nowhere to be seen, and at the way a few of the other patrons spare looks his way out of the corners of their eyes, he can tell something is off.
It’s quiet.
Too quiet.
***
For half an hour, you do not move from your spot.
Your ankle throbs as you curl up on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as best as you can. A familiar position, as you find your tears quickly depleting as your entire being goes numb.
Blankly, you stare at the opposite wall. You were this close to getting him to kill you, and you don’t know if you’re more upset at yourself or him for not seeing it through.
It’s not like you trusted him, nor do you necessarily trust him in general. However, faced with the same scenario you’ve played out so many times before, all you could see was that monster covered in blood, ready to strike you down once more.
There’s a bitterness that builds within your chest, but you don’t know if it’s at yourself, or the fae. You were so close to being done with all of this. Are you that horrible at committing to something, and seeing it through, that not even a fae wants to kill you? Are you that useless that you can’t even do that right?
Taking in a shaky breath, you finally push yourself up into a sitting position. Your whole body groans in protest, muscles aching due to the position you had been laying in on the cold, hard floor. Slowly, you pull yourself to your feet, mindful of the twinge in your right ankle as you hobble over to one of the side doors.
You’re pretty sure you saw a bathroom on the way in.
Time seems to pass languidly, and much too quickly all at once. By the time you pull yourself out of the tub, you have no idea if the redcap has returned or not. You didn’t hear his telltale footsteps stomping through the room, but you’ve learned that he can be quite light on his feet when he wants to be. Who knows how much time you have left to yourself, anyways.
As you’re drying off, you can faintly hear a commotion coming from the direction of the stairs. It seems as if one of the patrons has gotten too rowdy, for all seems to still a moment later.
You shake your head, wrapping the surprisingly fluffy towel around your plush body, and limping back into the main area of the room. The redcap is nowhere in sight, but there seems to be a fresh pile of clothes laid out on the bed. There’s even a clean set of undergarments for you, and as you look closer, you realize that it’s actually your old set. Upon a thorough inspection, they appear as if brand new, washed and dried to perfection.
Such a small gesture, whether through some form of magic, or something else, causes your heart to swell. It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything done for you like this, and to say it means a lot would be a tremendous understatement.
Feeling the material of your undergarments between your fingers, you let out a soft sigh through your nose. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you begin to change, managing to pull everything on quickly. There’s still a faint warmth clinging to the material of the clothes, as if they’ve been left out in the sun for too long, or have rested beside an open fire. It calms you, and breathing starts to become a little bit easier.
Standing from the bed, you can hear muffled voices begin shouting at each other from down the hallway. You figure them to be other patrons staying overnight, so you think nothing of it to walk towards the bathroom to hang your towel upon the back of the door. You’re sure you saw a little hook there before…
Just as you go to reenter the bathroom, the main door to the room swings open. You expect it to be the redcap returning from wherever it is that he went, but instead, what you see, or rather, whom, has you freezing right in your tracks.
Three unfamiliar fae stand before you. One has light green skin and horns, who seems to be bleeding from his mouth. Another has large wings, akin to a butterfly, with a neutral coloured pattern painted over them. The third is very human-like in appearance. He’s shorter than his two companions, with pointed ears, sharp teeth, and claws that adorn his features.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” The one with the wings steps forwards, a malicious grin tugging at his lips.
Naturally, you take a step backwards, your heart jumping into your throat. Your eyes dart between the three fae as they creep towards you, matching their pace with each step backwards you take. In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder if it was the redcap that gave them the key to unlock this room.
“Don’t act so coy, Doll,” the human-like fae drawls, his fangs prominent as he smiles wickedly at you. “We’re only here to have some fun. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Please, I don’t want any trouble,” you say weakly, lifting your hands before you slightly in a defensive position.
Boisterous laughter greets your ears as the door to the room swings shut behind them, sealing your fate. There’s no way the other fae is going to come back to save you now. You’re stuck, and this time, you really will die at the hands of three unfamiliar fae who look at you like an object they’re going to enjoy ripping apart.
“You should have thought of that before you waltzed in here without a claim, acting like you own the place,” the one with wings spits, and you can hear the green one gargle out something that sounds like a noise of agreement. Only, more blood escapes his mouth, and he ends up spitting it in your direction and onto the floor at your feet.
“You’re not going to look much different than that pile of blood once we’re done with you,” the human-like one says, a sick, twisted sense of glee lighting up his features.
“Until then, you live to serve us.” The butterfly winged fae adds sharply. “We’ll take all the pleasure we can from this pathetic body of yours, and after each round, you’re going to thank us for even bothering to touch you.”
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, skin prickling in disgust as bile builds in your chest. Your stomach drops, and before you can think, you spin on your heel, attempting to make a break out the window.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The human-like fae blocks your path, grabbing your wrists in his hands harshly and holding you in place.
“Let me go!” You begin to thrash around to no avail, tripping over your own feet as you get dragged back and towards the one bed.
“Oh, this one has some fight left in her,” the winged one snickers, leaning casually against the wall as he observes the scene. “Looks like that general was too easy on this one. Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”
“You should be thanking us for even looking at a disgusting creature such as yourself.” The one that had dragged you towards the bed throws you upon it, wasting no time in pinning you down upon the mattress.
Your protests and pleas to stop fall on deaf ears. In fact, the more you struggle, the more it seems to delight the three fae closing in around you. Thrashing beneath his harsh hold only earns you a knee to the stomach, and you cry out in pain.
Tears leak out of the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you feel hands groping you all over as the fae above you keeps you captive beneath him. This scene is all to familiar to you, and just as with all those times before, no one is coming to your rescue.
No matter how loudly you scream, no matter how much you beg, struggle, and cry, no one will care.
The only certainty that now awaits you is death.
“Stop struggling,” the fae above you hisses, his one hand pinning your wrists above your head as he adds more pressure to the knee digging into your stomach. “Shut up, and take it like pathetic human you are.”
The moment you see the fae reach a clawed hand towards your shirt, you stop breathing.
It feels as if time stops. One moment the fae is above you, pinning you down unforgivingly. The next, he’s gone, the pressure on both your wrists and stomach completely having disappeared.
A sickening crunch echoes throughout the room, followed by an immediate scream of pain.
A blur moves through the room, and suddenly, you see a wing get tossed towards the window, followed shortly by another. The tearing sounds resonate through the room, followed almost immediately by muffled screams and pleas for mercy.
Only one figure remains within view, and as he uncurls himself into a standing position, his full height looms over the entire room. His towering form fills the space around you, and as you lay upon the bed, you feel as if you can breathe again. Never have you been so grateful to see that terrifying redcap standing across from you, but still you cannot prevent your body from shaking.
“All this for a fucking human.” A voice from the ground spits harshly.
Looking down, you see the green fae cowering in the corner, and the one with the once beautiful butterfly wings laying face down on his stomach. His back is completely torn asunder, blood coating the entire area as his wings lie in torn heaps upon the ground.
“You’re going to break code just for a stupid mortal?” The same fae hisses, pure anger on his features as he trembles beneath the redcap’s piercing gaze.
“You can’t kill us.” The one human-like fae by the window laughs. He seems to be holding his hands before himself, fingers severely deformed and sticking out in odd angles. Bones peek through his flesh, and blood coats every inch of his hands, but that does not prevent the way his whole body trembles as the redcap takes a menacing step towards him.
“You’re not dead yet, are you?” The general spits, gaze sharp as he pointedly looks between all three fae cowering around the room.
Frantically, they shake their heads.
“That’s what I thought.” He snaps, lips pulled over his fangs in a snarl. “I doubt any of you want to chance a duel against me given the state you’re all in. Not that’d you’d survive, even at full strength.”
Again, the three fae shake their head. Though this time, scowls adorn their features.
“Now,” the redcap’s eyes flash, a low snarl permeating the air. “Get out of my sight before I rid you all of yours.”
All three fae scramble for the door, the human-like one managing to trip over his own feet and land harshly on his broken hands. A sharp cry escapes him, and the horned fae ends up having to pull the other to his feet, soon supporting both broken fae as they tumble out of the room.
You can hear the redcap muttering under his breath, leaning down to pick something up from the floor. Not even a second later, and he’s crushed what appears to be a second ward key in his hand, tossing it over his shoulder without another thought.
He turns to you.
There you lie, stiff as a board on top of the one mattress. The other bed lays untouched to your side, but all you can do is stare with wide eyes at the redcap before you. Your gaze darts over the blood splattered on his skin, the red dotting his clothing in random patterns.
Your lungs burn, and your eyes sting. Yet, still, you do not move. No words escape you, not trusting your voice for the moment as you wait for him to move.
He takes a cautious step forward, but you fail to see the way his gaze softens as he does.
A whimper escapes you, another tear sliding from the corner of your cheek.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he lifts his hands, palms facing upwards to show you he means you no harm. “Breathe.”
Oh, yeah. You should probably fill your lungs with air. No wonder your chest is burning.
A stuttering gasp escapes you as you heave a large breath into your lungs. However, the second you do, a harsh sob escapes you. Immediately, you’re scrambling back on the bed, a hand clutching over your stomach where that fae dug his knee into you. Your wrists throb, more tears blurring your vision as the redcap takes another step towards you.
“Stay away.” The plea is but a desperate whisper upon your lips, chin trembling as you attempt to curl in on yourself.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Still, he keeps his hands in the air, palms facing towards you. “You have my word.”
Your gaze catches on the blood staining his clothes, smeared over his skin, and you shake your head.
For a moment, you swear you watch his brow furrow, only for realization to line his features. He straightens, doing his best to move in the least threatening manner possible.
“Stay here.” His voice is low, an edge of worry lining his command.
Before you can even react, the fae disappears into the bathroom. You can hear the sound of water, followed by some frantic scrubbing. Then, more water trickling along with the movement inside the bathroom.
The whole time you sit on the bed, your gaze is locked on the little opening where the main door to the room and the door to the bathroom reside. You can faintly hear things being shuffled around you, and you swear you catch something dart across the room out of the corner of your eye. It’s small, and quick, but when you shift your head to look, all that greets you is empty space.
An empty room devoid of any of the mess you just witnessed stain it.
The blood splatters are gone, along with the tattered remains of the one fae’s wings. There’s even a fresh set of clothing at the end of your bed by your feet, completely identical to the ones you’re currently wearing.
You swallow thickly.
Turning your head, you begin to look around the room once more. Your eyes search for one thing in particular, and you find it resting beside you on the bedside table. It’s almost as if it had been placed delicately beside you after someone had realized the horrifying events that have just taken place.
The red spider lilies are crushed, the stem broken in two. The flower that means so much to you has been tread upon like it’s nothing, reflecting exactly how you feel in this moment. Only a few petals remain, wilted and dead, clinging to the plant for dear life in a final attempts to maintain what once was pure.
Slowly, you reach over and take the dying stem into your trembling grip.
A choked sob escapes you, and you’re quick to slap a hand over your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut. The hand you have holding the flower also clutches at your throbbing stomach as your whole body shakes with the weight of your situation.
What you’ve been through - what you’re going through - you cannot take it anymore.
The hand that caresses the top of your head is soft, but the unexpected touch still makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Pain lingers in your gaze as you turn to see the redcap staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.
No, not unreadable. You just cannot accept that someone is actually looking at you in concern, rather than pity for once.
He pulls his hand away, hesitant in the way he leans the slightest bit over the bed that you’re curled up on. His normally looming figure doesn’t seem so intimidating all of a sudden, almost as if his features have softened beneath the faint glow of the moon.
You watch him carefully, observing his every movement with a wary glint to your gaze. He saved you. He protected you, and you don’t know if that scares you more than if he had sent those other three fae after you like you had originally thought. His actions confuse you, and more than anything, you’re tired.
Exhaustion doesn’t even come close to the immense fatigue you feel. You’re tired of the life you were given. Tired of the life you’ve been forced into. Tired of living.
Honestly, you don’t know what to do anymore. It seems accepting your fate isn’t going exactly as you thought it would, nor is it as easy as it seems.
“Are you hurt?” Though he keeps his voice soft, the sudden timbre cutting through the silence of the room still makes you jump.
You shake your head, hand tightening around that broken flower over your stomach.
His eyes glance the movement, and his expression falls slightly.
“I only wish to make sure you’re okay.” Again, he keeps his voice soft, tone steady as he meets your gaze.
You bite your lower lip, attempting to keep it from wobbling as a single sob wracks your entire body. Then another, and then another, until you’re breaking down before his very eyes.
Tears stream down your face as you continue to muffle your sobs behind your one hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, simply wishing to disappear in this very moment. You wish you had never been born, where nothing but servitude, injustice, and hell rule your life with an iron grip.
From the very first memories you can recall, someone has always been using you. Whether it be your parents, friends, or other family members, you’ve always lived to serve. No one has ever cared for you, and no one has ever fought for you.
It all feels like one big joke. A lie concocted by the monster stalking you through your every waking nightmare, ready to jump out and laugh at you for even thinking anyone could ever care for you.
Yet, despite the darkness swirling within, a light begins to peek through.
Softly, the bed dips as the fae rests a knee on the mattress. His hand strokes gently over your head, tentatively pulling you into his arms as he settles himself against the headboard.
“Shh, it’s okay,” his voice is calm, soothing. “I’ve got you.”
He holds you against his chest, cradling your head in the palm of his hand. He’s hesitant as he comforts you, making sure his arms are loose enough to allow you to pull away if need be. Only, you do not shy from his touch, instead finding it oddly satisfying that he of all creatures chose to comfort you.
Most important of all, you let him.
“I won’t let anything else harm you,” he says softly. “Not while I’m here to protect you.”
His one hand strokes lightly over your back, and though a shiver caresses your spine at the first touch, you find yourself melting into the warmth of his embrace. It’s soothing, and everything you’ve always needed but have never gotten in your entire life. A safety that shouldn’t be as welcoming as it is.
His body is firm and lean against your own. A solid foundation which holds you steady as you cling onto the fabric of his now clean shirt with your one hand. Your sobs are muffled into his chest, your sadness being absorbed into the material adorning his skin as he cradles you to him.
After some time, you feel his one hand shift downwards, placing itself over your own on top of your stomach. The warmth that you can feel radiating from his skin is welcomed, and it helps to ease the ache you feel lingering within. Softly, he begins to hum, his chest vibrating with the gentle sounds as he continues to cradle your head to his chest using his opposite hand.
The steady sound of his heart pulses beneath your ear, and the constant sound soothes you even further. You don’t realize it, but you curl in closer into him, breathing finally evening out as you start to calm down.
“Why did you-“ You swallow the dryness in your throat, sniffling lightly. “Why did you do that?”
Though your voice is barely above a whisper, you know he still hears you loud and clear.
“I… don’t know,” his brow furrows slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “My body just moved.”
You say nothing in response, unsure of how to reply to such an admission. You know that he cannot lie, but that doesn’t mean he cannot stretch the truth. Really, you shouldn’t be letting yourself be coddled by him, it’ll only make it hurt more when he betrays you in the end. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
You are so used to disappointment, of having false hope, that anything you believe to be too good to be true always is. Tomorrow you’ll wake up, and he’ll be back to despising your existence, only finding value in what you can do for him.
The same as it always was. The same as it always will be.
#reblogs#the sweetest#omg#thank you#feedback is always appreciated#hehehe#mutuals#my writing#yandere mingi
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Do you have any fic recommendations for any dystopian or outlaw ateez fics? I saw your recommendations for Woosan and i read them and they were so good!!
I don't know much fics from this au so I am adding 3 types related to it but here are the ones i have read and some I have collected from my moots:
Dystopian AU/ Outlaw AU/ Lore AU
Of course let me promote myself:
The Blue Bird - @starillusion13
Is this the end? - @starillusion13
And now the ones I have read and collected:
From the witness (Seonghwa) - @mymoodwriting
GRANT ME THE LIGHT 18+ ( Mingi) - @mingiswow
Lion Heart 18+ (Yeosang) - @mingiswow
Light it Up 18+ (Hongjoong & Seonghwa) - @cybrsan
Pirate King 18+ (Hongjoong) - @cybrsan
Outlaw Mini-series - @hongism
Day One: deepthroating 18+ (Wooyoung) - @sanjoongie
This world (Seonghwa) - @hwaightme
Feel Alive (Seonghwa) - @hwaightme
Until your lungs give out (Series) - @mint-yooxgi
Final Round 18+ (San) - @moanz111
Carnival of lies 18+ (San) - @kwanisms
New World (Mingi) - @a1sh1teruu
Nowhere left to run (San) - @justwritedreams
Past the breaking point (ot8) - @vickylamore
Outlaw! Jongho - @songmingisthighs
12:14 (San) - @songmingisthighs
Prompt 18+ (Jongho) - @ja3hwa
Light a flame (Wooyoung) - @sunlightwoo
1:09 AM (Jongho) - @mingtinys
THE GOAT (Hongjoong & Mingi) - @lilacmingi
The Boxing Ring (SAn & wooyoung) - @lilacmingi
The Hourglass (Wooyoung) - @lilacmingi
Outlaw Customs (Yunho & Jongho) - @lilacmingi
Streets of night city (Seonghwa & Yeosang) - @lilacmingi
OUTLAW (Series) (ot8) - @staytinyville
The weight of a promise(Yeosang)18+ - @anyamaris
Outlaw Mini-series - @jaehunnyy
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[To Jackie: Ignore this post, if you're too busy]
Hey Love,
How are you holding up?. I know you must be pretty busy with all the writing going on. But I just wanted to check up on you (as I am a hopeless romantic and You are my favourite author).
I just wanted to remind you that You are precious and eventhough I might not know you personally, I adore you very much.
Your writing is like a warm blanket on a stormy day. It brings me comfort.
Take care of yourself and don't stress too much about anything. I believe in you.
With love,
Zara Rose.
Hello! I've been well, just busy with some things! I'm grateful that spring is finally here lol
Thank you so much for sending such a lovely message, it means the world to me! I appreciate this, and you, very much!!
I hope you're having a lovely day, and my apologies for taking so long to answer this!
Thank you!! 🥰
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It’s always
“When will fanfic writers update their stories?”
And never
“Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?”
Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they’re stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!
Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.
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hello hi folks i would just like to re-emphasize this:
with any of my smuts minors please do not fucking interact.
not only is it majorly illegal for you to be interacting with that content, but you have no idea how icky it feels to us as writers when you do— like, i'm still recovering from the ick of finding out that a minor severely below the age of 18 was interacting with my fics. i just do not like the thought of being someone's source of fucked up sexual education when it comes to our unhinged thoughts.
it's not just used in our little world of fanfictions, by the way!
minors do not interact also means NC-17 for films, which means No one 17 and under admitted. Clearly adult. Children are not admitted.
minors do not interact also means Parent Advisory Explicit Content for music, which means strong language or depictions of violence, sex, or substance abuse to such an extent as to merit parental notification.
if minors consume this content, then parents have every right to sue the creator. if parents allow their children to consume this content, a concerned citizen may still weigh in and pursue legal matters. bottom line is: these restrictions are put in place to protect not only minors but also the creators of this content so that we can continue to practice our creative freedom.
if you're a minor, enjoy your youth. this content will still exist no matter what, and you can indulge in it when you become of age.
most (if not all) of us who write fanfiction don't make money from this. we do this for fun, and we do this for ourselves. don't take that away from us.
and, most importantly, with the way the world is going, limitations on what we can and cannot create just keeps getting more and more restrictive due to minor interacting with not safe for work content. it's getting hard to practice creative freedom, and it's getting harder for even those who are of age to safely navigate the internet.
minors, don't interact with material not intended for you. don't get yourself in trouble, don't get us in trouble, and just listen.
#louder for the people in the back#literally#this#all of this#important#minors do not fucking interact
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart, and if you get five back, you must be pretty awesome.💌
🤍 >:))
Hehehe 🥰
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart, and if you get five back, you must be pretty awesome.💌
~Ellie 💖
ELLIEEEEEEEEEEEE
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart, and if you get five back, you must be pretty awesome.💌
Kiiiiiii 🥺
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Hello!
Making an official announcement here to say I'm tentatively pulling out of the hiatus to make it become a semi-hiatus since I've been posting a lot more recently. I'm still mainly focussed on the commission, but I've had more energy and motivation to write things outside of it here and there, so I think it's appropriate to say I'm going to be a little bit more active on here in the future.
Writers block and seasonal depression hit me really hard this winter, but there is finally light at the end of the tunnel!
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hi hello!! hope ur doing well :] for ur ask game, i just started reading to tempt fate, and i would love to hear a 'dvd commentary' spiel abt the beginning! i screenshotted this part in particular, but i'd love to hear anything and everything abt the first chapter <3 :
Hello!! Omg, thank you for sending an ask in!! I'm doing well, a lot better recently, I feel like I actually have a bit of motivation to do things again lol.
Hmmm, first chapter of TTF.... what can I say about it...
I'll focus on this part in particular, but a general comment was I was trying to emulate a sort of survival horror game. One where you're thrown into an unknown situation and have to uncover the clues as you go. Really heavily inspired by Resident Evil and if you're familiar with it, Corpse Party.
So, for this part, if you've ever heard of a horror game called Simulacra, I sort of took a little bit of inspiration from that, too. I really wanted to play with the idea of mirages and seeing sometimes always doesn't mean believing. For instance, with the phone, I like the idea of it only working when needed. I followed typical horror movie plots with a phone call for this, so think Scream, cause I wanted to emulate that sort of 'the call is coming from inside the house' vibe.
I'm also the type to logic my way out of situations, so a lot of the time when I write genres like this, I have to think of a way that the 'me' in this instance would believe. I'm a firm believer in the idea that when writing, things don't necessarily have to be realistic, they just have to be believable. So, an unknown person being able to call a phone that supposedly has 'no service' when the OC wakes up in an unknown place. Unrealistic, but in this world, can be believable because not all the answers have been revealed.
I also just love the idea of OC answering to be like, "nope." then hanging up. Literally the definition of "Not today, Satan." lmaoo
Saw was also a bit of inspiration behind this - waking up in an unfamiliar location, being instructed to do a certain task and/or follow certain rules to survive. But, like I said, main reason I started this series was I wanted to see if I could write something akin to a survival horror game, but in a literary sense. I have so much planned, so I hope you look forward to it all!
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Permanent - Wooyoung X Reader
Tattoo Artist!Au - Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers
Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!AU
Pairing: Wooyoung X GN!Reader
Words: 1,408
Rating: E for Everyone :)
Warnings: Mention of needles, tattoos, unconventional proposals.
A/n: Something short and sweet! I just thought the idea of Wooyo as a tattoo artist was really nice to think about lol As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Summary: Expect the unexpected, especially when it comes to your boyfriend.
Bluebell - Grateful
Lavender - Faithful
Lily of the Valley - Sweet
The soft buzzing of the needle fills the air, your hand tightening lightly over the tattoo gun. Wooyoung’s skin is soft and pliant beneath your touch, a soft sigh exhaled through his nose as the needle touches the side of his ribs.
“You okay?” You hum, sparing a glance upwards to his face.
He smiles back, his one arm tucked neatly beneath his head as he watches you. “Never better.”
“This was your idea, you know.” You reply, wiping over the artwork blooming over his skin. A matching print which already rests over the side of your own ribs, curtesy of the man currently laying on the chair before you.
“Do you regret it?” He tilts his head slightly, blinking at you curiously.
You take a moment to finish outlining the final bud before lifting your gaze to his. Nothing but sincerity can be found within your eyes as you smile softly at your boyfriend. “I could never regret you.”
His lips pull upwards bashfully, a giddy giggle escaping his lips.
“I love you,” He coos, reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingertips over the side of your cheek.
You turn your head, pretending to nip at his fingers.
“I love you, too,” you chuckle as he whines, watching as he pulls his hand away from your face. “Now, stop distracting me. I don’t want to mess this up.”
All you receive in response is a hum, another comfortable silence falling around the both of you. You work meticulously on the design, making sure the colours are blended thoroughly into his skin. It has to be perfect, especially if you want it to match your own.
“I still can’t believe you agreed to this.” Wooyoung’s voice is soft, his gaze shining in adoration at he watches you work over his body.
“I’m surprised you didn’t suggest it sooner.” The corner of your lips twitch upwards, wiping the excess ink from his skin once more.
Despite being a tattoo artist, Wooyoung isn’t covered in tattoos. It takes a lot for him to decide to permanently ink his skin; it has to be of great importance to him, and he needs to know that he wants it. He already has a few, sure, but each holds a very specific meaning to him. Just like you.
The moment he suggested the both of you give each other matching tattoos, you went wild. Thoughts of what you could give him, and of what he could give you swirled within your mind until finally, you settled on something meaningful for the both of you. It’s his design that rests on your skin, and your design that rests on his own, drawn in each of your own art styles to make it all the more special. Two of the same, but still unique in their own ways.
The design itself is simple: three individual sprigs of flowers which symbolize you, him, and your relationship.
On one stem, bluebells reside, handpicked by you to represent what he means to you. You’ve always been grateful to have him in your life, and now you can always show him without having to tell him.
The centre stem is a sprig of lavender, meant to symbolize the both of you in the relationship. It took some discussion between you both, but neither of you are anything less than faithful to the other, and this flower represents that. It will always represent that.
Finally, you get to the final flower that was personally picked by him to represent you. The lily of the valley is bright upon his skin, and you notice him smiling down at you as you stare at it a bit longer than the others. You can still recall the very words he said to you when he showed you the flower he had chosen.
Because you are the sweetest thing that has ever come into my life, and stayed.
Thinking back on it now, your heart warms.
Tying the three stems together with a neat little bow is a thin red string. You’re still unsure who came up with that idea, whether it was him or you, but you know as soon as it was suggested, it was a given. There is nothing you wouldn’t do to guarantee keeping him in your life, just as there is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you. You both work well together, and have grown significantly since meeting all those long months ago in the spring.
How fitting to have such delicate flowers be the symbol of your love.
With another swipe over his skin, you pull the needle away. A flick, and the buzzing stops, taking a moment to admire your work. Though, in reality, you’re simply admiring him.
“Done?” He asks eagerly, attempting to look down at the design on the side of his ribs.
You hum, lips tugging upwards in a satisfied smile. “Done.”
Wooyoung grins, sitting up eagerly in his spot only to hop off of the chair and waddle excitedly over to the full length mirror you have resting at the side of your shop. His eyes flit over his side, admiring the new tattoo as he shifts back and forth lightly on his feet.
He lifts his gaze to yours in the mirror. “It’s beautiful.”
Gently, you place your tattoo gun to the side, reaching to grab the materials you’ll need to wrap it properly before you can truly say you’re finished for the evening.
“You’re beautiful, Wooyoung,” you respond casually, your expression soft as you watch him continue to admire the new tattoo.
He turns to you, a serious expression suddenly painted on his features. “Marry me.”
The words are so unexpected, you nearly drop the bottle in your hand.
You look up, blinking at him in shock. “What?”
Wooyoung begins to walk back over to you, each step firm and determined.
“Marry me.” His gaze is just as intense as the first time he says those words, coming over to kneel before you. Gently, he takes your hands into his own, holding them softly as he stares into your eyes. “You’re the only one for me, and I love you. I only ever want you. So, marry me.”
Your breath catches lightly in your throat, blinking down at him a few times as you study his features. You can see how his eyes shine with nothing but love and adoration for you, his throat working slightly as he waits with bated breath for your response.
Your lips part. “Okay.”
Now, it’s his turn to blink in shock at you. That is, until a brilliant smile is lighting up his features. “Really?”
“Really.” A low chuckle escape you, and you lean forward to place a tender kiss to the tip of his nose. “Now, get back up here so I can wrap you properly.”
A devious grin tugs at his lips as he stands back to his feet, moving to sit back on the chair. His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, hands gripping the sides of the seat as he leans towards you.
“Want to get a head start on practising our vows?”
You smack his arm lightly. “Wooyoung!”
“What?” He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he positively beams. “I’m just enjoying the perks of marriage early!”
You shake your head, beginning to treat the freshly inked tattoo on his side.
A loud gasp escapes him, causing you to nearly stumble out of your stool.
“Does this mean I finally get to call you wifey?”
You can practically see him trembling in excitement as you huff out a breath in amusement. “You already call me that.”
“Yeah, but context!” He beams, wiggling his eyebrows once more. “Oh! I wonder if Hwa will be your maid of honour.”
“Why don’t you ask him?” You snicker, knowing damn well Wooyoung is going to be smacked for so much as inquiring such a thing.
“And then we have to decide on a cake, and flowers-“ His excited ramblings fill the space, only causing a loving smile to pull at your features.
Once you’re done wrapping his tattoo, you look up at him, heart swelling with warmth at how excited he seems to be. Your eyes settle on the side of his ribs. You have a feeling you know exactly which flowers are going to be used, and if you’re being honest with yourself…
You wouldn’t want it any other way.
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One Love - Mingi X Reader
Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers
Genre: Mature, Angst, Non-idol!AU
Pairing: Mingi X GN!Reader
Words: 1,129
Rating: E for Everyone :)
Warnings: Big Sad, I don't want to spoil the reveal but it's angsty.
A/n: Thought I would take the meaning of this flower prompt and give it a little twist, so I really hope you enjoy! I'm still on hiatus, but it's nice to take a break once in a while to write something different for a change. I might have a few more of these up my sleeve, so stay tuned! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Summary: The ones we love never truly leave us, do they?
Yellow Tulip - Unrequited or One Sided Love
Listen to: One Love - Marianas Trench for the full effect.
The soft brush of grass beneath his feet echoes alongside a gentle breeze which ruffles the leaves of the few trees surrounding him. The air is cool against his skin, chilling his bones despite the brilliant warmth the sun’s rays provide. A few clouds drift lazily through the sky as he trudges along the path, his head downcast and expression sombre.
“Today of all days…” Mingi sighs, pausing momentarily in his steps to squeeze his eyes shut.
Shaking his head, Mingi reaches up to pinch at the bridge of his nose while pushing up his glasses. The familiar sting of tears builds behind his eyes, sniffling lightly as the scents of spring assault his nose. He can feel the pollen of fresh buds from his garden still tickling his nose, the subtle sound of birdsong filling the empty space around him. Various bouquets line the dirt path around him, and their vibrant colours only serve as a beacon for him as he blinks his gaze back open.
He lets his hand fall back to his side.
Slowly, steadily, he continues on down the path until he finally reaches where you are waiting for him.
Where you’ve always been, and will always be waiting for him.
He checks his watch, smiling softly to himself.
“Made it just in time.” He hums, shifting his gaze towards you.
Mingi swallows thickly as you remain silent. Not that he had been expecting you to answer him, anyways.
“I missed you.” His throat works as he swallows, wishing you would look at him one last time. “Maybe it’s better to say that I miss you. I still do.”
Again, you don’t respond, not even being able to acknowledge that he’s there.
His one hand tightens on the bundle of flowers in his grip.
“I kept thinking about what I would say to you when I came today, but now that I’m here, everything I had planned keeps slipping my mind.” He chuckles lightly, bringing his free hand up to rub at his nose, sniffling gently. “There’s so much I want to tell you, that I want you to see, but I know that’s impossible now. There is nothing I can say to you that will bring you back to me.”
You continue to remain silent, unable to respond. You haven’t been able to respond to him in a long time.
Not since the day you left him behind.
His eyes squeeze shut, the tears he had desperately been fighting back finally spilling over his cheeks. Another shaky breath escapes him, chest stuttering with each inhale as he falls to his knees before you, wishing you could just simply look at him one last time.
All that stares back at him is a grave.
“I wish you were here.” He chokes out, voice stained as he clings that bundle to his chest. “I wish I could give you these in person.”
His hands tighten on the yellow tulips he holds so desperately.
“You’d probably smack me with them, given their meaning.” He lets out a pained filled laugh. “You were always good at that: picking out different flowers and telling me what they meant. I know I acted like I hated it, but I miss our yearly visits to the botanical gardens. It’s why today is so special-“ his voice catches as another tear falls down his cheek. “We’d always go for coffee before walking through all the flowers. You’d always point out your favourites to me, and then act surprised whenever I would bring you him bouquets of them just to see you smile.”
A brief pause as the breeze drifts passed.
“It just isn’t the same without you, now.”
Softly, Mingi settles himself onto the ground before your grave.
“I know these aren’t like the red roses I brought you last year,” he begins, his throat working as he struggles to get out the words, “but I wanted to bring you these, not just for you, but for me.”
The bundle of flowers are placed gently onto the bottom of your grave. The stark yellow of their petals contrasts the simple red string tied around them to keep them together, Mingi making sure they’re settled perfectly before pulling his hands away.
“You were always so proud of our front garden-“ his throat constricts, a fresh wave of tears stinging at his eyes. “I took up looking after it when you left. I could never bring myself to get rid of it. I always have a piece of you at home with me, now. Though, I will admit, the tulips are a new edition.”
Another airy laugh leaves him, the sound full of longing and pain.
“It’s been years since you’ve been gone, but I could never forget you. I’ve tried to move on, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t.” He swallows. “I won’t.”
His eyes shine as he stares at your grave, reaching out to place his hand on top of the stems, directly over that red string tying them together.
“I will never stop loving you, even if you can no longer love me back.” He whispers, his gaze falling to those yellow flowers. “Not in this life, or even in the next.”
Mingi takes a deep breath in, attempting to steady his nerves.
“No one will ever come close to being you; you’re all that I want, all that I’ve ever needed.” His hand tightens over the stems. “I miss your laughter, and the way we could just share a look and both have the other in stitches. I miss your smile, and how you used to look at me. There is nothing in this world that could ever come close to that look of love on your face whenever I caught you staring at me, and I only wish I could see you one last time-”
His words get caught in his throat, bringing his free hand up to cover the lower half of his face.
“There is no me if there is no you.” Mingi chokes out, voice strained and muffled.
He collapses forward, his shoulders slumping as his body shakes with more sobs.
“Come back to me.” He begs, desperate and broken. “Come back to me, so I can hold you in my arms and have you tell me that everything will be okay.”
Tears spill over his cheeks, flooding the earth below as he attempts to reach out to you one last time. In any and every way he can.
“I can’t keep living like this.” His breath stutters as he attempts to calm himself despite the deathly longing that settles within his very core. “I need you here with me. I can’t do this alone!”
His heart squeezes painfully inside his chest..
“Please…”
#cultofdionysusnet#code: spring24#mingi x reader#mingi scenarios#mingi drabble#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#ateez drabble#kpop scenarios#kpop x reader#kpop drabble
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼
It's spring and the flowers are blooming! Take a walk through a cultivated garden or a wild meadow to inhale the wonderful medley of aromas provided by mother nature. But with each blossom and bundle of pollen is always an underlying meaning. Whether you're broken hearted, attempting to explain your feelings, or simply looking for subtly-worded revenge, flowers can be your language.
°˖✧✿✧˖°MUST INCLUDE! mentions of flowers, gardens and spring
°˖✧✿✧˖°You must also pick a flower from the prompts provided and utilize the meaning somewhere within your fic
°˖✧✿✧˖°deadline: June.19th
°˖✧✿✧˖°must be a member of our net to participate
°˖✧✿✧˖°all network rules in regards to posting applies
°˖✧✿✧˖°please use the hashtag #codn: spring24 for all posts submitted for the event
The Prompts:
Amaryllis- Shy
Anemone (white)- Sincere
Ambroisa- Pious
Aster Tataricus- remembrance
Black Lily - love, curse
Bluebell - grateful
Cactus (flower) - lust, sex
Camellia (red)- in love, perishing with grace
Camellia (yellow) - longing
Camellia (white)- waiting
Carnation - fascination, distinction, love
Cherry Blossom - kind, gentle, transience of life
Chrysanthemum (yellow) - imperial
Chrysanthemum (white) - truth
Four-leaf Clover - lucky
Daffodil - respect
Dahlia - good taste
Daisy - faith
Edelweiss - courage, power
Erica - solitude
Forget-me-not - true love
Freesia - childish, immature
Gardenia - secret love
Hibiscus - gentle
Honeysuckle - generous
Iris - good news, glad tidings, loyalty
Arabian/Spanish Jasmine - friendly, graceful
Lavender - faithful
Lily (white) - purity, chastity
Lily of Incas - such strong connection that language is limited when trying to explain it
Lily (orange) - hatred, revenge
Lily of the Valley/ Spider Lily - sweet
Lotus - far from the one he loves, purity, chastity
Magnolia - Natural
Mistletoe/holly - looking for love
Morning Glory- willful promises
Narcissus- self esteem
Pansy- thoughtful, caring
Peony- bravery
Poppy (red)- fun loving
Poppy (white)- rejoice
Poppy (yellow)- success
Rose (red)- love, in love
Rose (white)- innocence, silence, devotion
Rose (yellow)- jealousy
Rose (pink)- trust, happiness, confidence
Spider Lily (red) - never meet again, lost memory, abandonment
Sunflower - respect, passionate love, radiance
Sweet Pea- goodbye
Tiger Lily - wealth
Tulip (red)- fame, charity, trust
Tulip (Yellow)- one sided love
Verbena- cooperative
Violet- honesty
White Egret Orchid - purity, delicateness, "I'll be thinking of you even in my dreams"
Zinnia- loyalty
Like always, have fun with our first seasonal event of the year, may you be blessed with the muse, and The Fates look forward to your submissions~!
#got some things in the works for this#I'm so excited to share them#small things but things nonetheless#hehehe#I hope you all look forward to them#still on hiatus though#just taking a break#reblogs#networt#cultofdionysusnet
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imagine a hybrid fox wooyoung
he is very tactile and sensitive, it is important for him that you devote 100% of your time to him, because he is so attached to you, so wants to be needed and loved, and you are the center of the universe for him.
he always wants to be close to you, wraps his tail around you and buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent, purrs and purses his ears when you caress him, makes cute sobs and whines, dissolving into your touch. I think he is obedient, but at the same time a little cocky and possessive. Sometimes he likes to act like a brat and is so obsessed with the idea that you care about him. and it belongs to you. Just as he dreams of smelling you and having you make him yours, claim him, he is equally obsessed with showing everyone that you belong to him and smell like him, this makes him the happiest
he wants to be your good boy so bad, wants to be your only good boy. he leans into your touch when you pet him, nuzzling your hand and humming in bliss the entire time. he quickly gets consumed by the need to be surrounded by you, wanting you to completely envelop him. when he wraps his arms and his tail around you, he not so subtly begs you to do the same thing, wanting to just be encased in your scent and your warmth. the thought of having your scent on him is enough to get him off, and he's definitely gotten off to the thought more than one restless night, (not so) quietly whimpering as he frantically strokes his cock and takes in your scent. biting would be one of his favorite things, because he can easily get everything he wants. he can get your attention, rile you up, and mark you as his, all at once. scent marking is another, and your naughty little fox definitely makes a habit of turning you on, then stealing your ruined panties and rubbing them all over his face and neck. the scent of your arousal is quite literally his favorite perfume, and although it's imperceptible to most humans, other hybrids will get the message that he's yours and he's the only one who can know you so intimately, and he fucking loves it. when you let him between your legs, he takes ample time nuzzling your thighs, leaving his scent right around the apex of your thighs so the smell of your arousal will be intertwined with his. half the time when he goes down on you, he teases you with light licks, partly so you'll take control and yank his hair to tell him to get on with it, partly so he can just sit there and take in your scent for as long as you'll let him. your scent is just so intoxicating to him, so addictive, and he'll happily do whatever it takes just so you'll let him breathe you in a little while longer. very sweet, and definitely has his teasing bratty moments, getting a kick out of working you up just so you'll manhandle him into submission. he loves the fact that it's you putting him in his place, and that you're so affected by what he's doing that you need him right then and there. his happiest moments are when you claim him, biting his neck, making him cry out and scream with bliss, marking him as yours. he just wants to be yours so bad it aches, and so he's over the moon everytime you indulge him.
#I'm gnawing my arm#oof#i love this so much#fox!wooyoung ftw#awooga#omg#fic recs#wooyoung fic rec#mutuals#hybrid au#this is so hot#ateez fic rec
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PEEP THAT CAMEO MWAHAHAHAHHAHA
Paradoxum Paradisus
Word Count-1259
Summary-On the winter solstice, you find yourself hunting your enemy.
Pairing- Demon!Yeosang x Vampire!F!Reader
Trope/Genre- Supernatural au, angst/mature
Warnings-Mentions of blood, mature language, some sexual language and allusion, a bit of fighting between them (they are a demon and a vampire, and itll make sense.) Definitely mature content 18+ MDNI
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This is my submission for the Long Winter's Night seasonal event for @cultofdionysusnet
A/N-Thank you to @stardragongalaxy @sanjoongie and @jmarcogliese for helping me with my struggles and figuring this fic out!
It’s finally here, you think as you glance out the window of your dark room.
Watching the last vestiges of orange and red disappear behind the horizon, you admire the coming night.
The moon hangs high and full, already illuminating the frosted pane.
Without a thought, your finger traces out a single name upon the glass, a smirk tugging at your lips, wiping it away as quickly as you wrote it.
“I’m coming for you….” you whisper, running your tongue over your fangs.
Inhaling deeply, then puffing out a visible breath, you pull on your heavy cloak as you make your way through the large house.
“Going out?” A soft, sultry voice halts your steps.
“Yes, to hunt.”
Your response is soft, masking the excitement behind the simple words.
“Ah, him again? You’re a glutton for punishment, but have fun. I hope you get him once and for all…” your sister cackles, her eyes flashing that devious crimson you all share.
“Don’t disappoint, sister! Those filthy demons need to know who controls this town…put an end to this silly war once and for all.” Another voice calls from a different room, titters washing through the large lobby as they start to discuss various ways of dismembering a live demon.
A warm chuckle washes over you as you turn to see another one of your sisters watching you from a doorway.
Jackie’s fangs peek out as she tilts her head at you, her tall frame imposing as she gives you a once over.
You share a secret smile as she gives you an almost imperceptible nod, her lip twitching as she winks.
“Don’t waste a moment, sister. Make sure you’re very thorough….you have a night of fun ahead of you….” Her dark eyes flash as she glances out at the night sky from the large window near the front door.
A smile tugs at your lips as you pull up the hood of the cloak, masking your own flashing eyes.
“Oh I don’t plan on it.”
The streets are dark, the cobblestone crusted with ice that crunches beneath your boots as you turn down a familiar dark alley.
No light is needed to guide your way; even without the sharpened senses of your nature, you could find your way to your destination without even a single candle.
Skittering noises disturb the quiet night as creatures large and small clear a path for you, sensing the danger you present.
A soft laugh leaves your frigid lips as you glance once more at the silver orb above you.
The longest night of the year.
And you were going to use every moment you had before the sharp sting of sunrise sent you back into hiding.
A grin tugs at your mouth a moment before something heavy bowls into you.
“What’s so funny, Sunshine?” The hiss is almost as sharp as the nails digging into your upper arms, ambushing your merry hunt.
The familiar amethyst framed by the black sclera of the demon’s eyes greet you, mere inches from your face as he pins you to the hard brick wall.
“Don’t you know it’s dangerous out here? Why, anything could come and take advantage of such easy prey.”
His fangs flash as he digs his nails deeper into your icy flesh, letting out a small chuckle of his own.
That confident smile slips as you grip the front of his shirt, a satisfied hum leaving your lips as you spin, his body hitting the wall with enough force to crumble some of the ancient masonry.
“And just who is the prey here, Hellspawn?” Your husky laugh causes his eye lashes to flutter, a low growl leaving this throat as his lips part.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” he whispers softly, his warm fingers encircling your throat as his eyes darken to a deep wine color.
A hiss leaves your curling lips, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck as he pushes you against the opposite wall.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sunshine-” the demon growls, but his words are cut off by your own.
“Awww is my wittle cherub afwaid?” your laughter seems to incite the intended response, his clawed hand tightening on your windpipe.
As if you needed air to breathe….
His body presses you against the cracked stone behind you, the broken edges digging into your frigid flesh.
The heat emanating from him warms you as he presses those hot lips to your ear.
“You really love playing with fire, don’t you, Princess? Looks like the game is over before it even begins-” he whispers, one strong arm encircling your waist. His warm breath washes over the skin of your neck, raising hairs all over your body.
Before he can blink, you thrust him away from you, his eyes wide with shock as his body slams into another wall across from you.
A grin pulls at your lips, touching the claw marks he’s left behind on your neck. “Tch…always quick to finish, goat boy, can’t a girl have a little bit of foreplay first?”
His raspy chuckle echoes off the walls of the narrow alley as you saunter over to him. He’s busy brushing off the dust and debris from the wall as you lean against the rusted door next to him.
“Oh Sunshine…you never cease to amuse….” he hums, and with a quickness only matched by your own, he has you through the old,dilapidated door.
Slamming you against the door as it clicks shut, his wicked grin softens as he warms your forehead with his own.
“You are always so colorful with the taunts, Sunshine…” He whispers, leaning back with a grin.
His eyes dance as he studies you, shaking his head with a snort.
“Goat boy? Really?” he says as you cup his face, leaning in to press your lips to his.
“I was inspired!” You tease and his strong arms encircle you once more, this time gently, lovingly.
“So cold, my precious Snowflake….” He pouts and you can’t help but nip at the cute little protrusion.
“Then why don’t you warm me up, my fiery little Demon?” Your eyes flutter shut as you get your first taste of the evening, the tiny drop of blood rich and spicy.
“Of course My Sunshine….” His hands are already pulling off your cloak as his tongue plunges into your eager mouth.
“Yeosang-”, the whimper is almost a purr as his sharp claws tear through your shirt, your fingers already tearing at the front of his pants.
“Has to look like we were-” His tongue swirls with yours, cutting off his words momentarily as he backs you up to the bed near the back of the room.
“-fighting-”
Falling onto the bed, clothes falling in disarray around you, you place your hands gently on your lover’s chest.
His dark eyes study yours, the tips of his claws teasing at the tiny bit of lace you call panties as he trembles between your legs.
“What is it? Are you alright?” He asks, his voice strained.
You reach up, cradling his beautiful face in your hands.
“More than alright. I love you, you know?” you whisper, the dead organ in your chest tingling as he gazes down upon you.
“I know. As I love you, My Heaven.” He dips his head down to capture your lips softly with his, bleeding off some of his raging heat to balance your chilled mouth.
“Slow it down, My Heart…” you hum, brushing back his dark locks.
“We have the longest night ahead of us….”
#I love this#hehehe#mutuals#reblogs#fic recs#ateez fic recs#yeosang fic rec#we love to see it#omg#demon au#vampire au
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Make sure to block @/luv-woojin it’s hongjoongswifefr new account!!
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Okay so....
yandere!human!Beomgyu who finds out you're an immortal...something....succubus? Vampire?
"I knew it!" A gleeful voice echoing around the warehouse manages to pull you from unconsciousness. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
Your head throbs, and you find enough strength to lift your bleary gaze. Blinking your eyes open, you see a man hopping around about ten feet away, giggling giddily with his back turned to you. As your vision returns, you notice he seems to be standing in front of a cork board, photos and pieces of papers strung up, connected by red strings.
He slams a happy hand onto the metal desk beneath the board, turning to you with a large grin on his features.
You sigh. "Beomgyu..."
"You thought I wouldn't figure it out." He chuckles, slowly walking closer to you.
You can tell he's feeling extremely confident right now, given his 'discovery', as well as the fact that your hands are cuffed behind your back. The fact that you can't immediately break the metal around your wrists indicates either a lack of strength on your part, which is highly unlikely, or the cuffs are enchanted. With another subtle tug of your wrists in opposite directions, your bet is definitely on the latter.
Briefly, your eyes dart passed his head, noting some candid shots of you pinned on the board.
"So, it's you who's been stalking me." You state, light amusement in your voice.
Carefully, you remove the thin bangle you had been wearing around your wrist earlier, flattening it to begin picking at the lock of the cuffs pinning you in place.
"Stalking is such a harsh term," he hums, his gaze dancing in glee. "I prefer studying."
"And did you learn anything interesting?" You hum, your fingers working at the cuffs diligently.
"Many things, actually," his grin widens as he plants himself right in from of you. He leans in, smacking his hands on either side of the chair's arms. "You're a vampire."
You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before a boisterous laugh is escaping you, your eyes crinkling at the sides as tears blur your vision.
"Don't laugh! I know it's true!" He pouts, standing back to his full height. "You don't like sunny places. Your house is dull and dreary. You like wearing dark colours, and you bite people to survive! I even found these in your basement!"
Scurrying back over to the desk, he grabs something off the top in his one hand. Turning back to face you, he proudly presents what appears to be a wine bottle in your direction.
"The label is far too dusty to be new, and when I opened one, it didn't have the smell of vinegar from going bad." He explains, walking closer. "It smelled like iron, and when I poured some into a glass, it was almost coagulated. Really, it was kind of gross. You should be drinking fresher stuff than that. I'd gladly offer you my own-"
Another boisterous laugh escapes you, and you manage to topple yourself over in that chair you're in. Luckily, the impact on the ground covers the sound of the cuffs clicking open.
The lights begins to flicker.
"Oh, my dear sweet child," you bring a hand up to wipe at your eye, pushing yourself upwards as your figure grows. Tentacles emerge alongside wings from your spine, dwarfing the poor boy as you loom over him.
He begins to shake, but for some reason, you don't smell fear radiating off of him. Instead, the excitement shining within his eyes only grows. As you get closer, a tentacle wrapping around his waist to pull him to you, you even swear he lets out a small moan.
A maniacal grin stretches across your features, showcasing sharp, pointed teeth.
"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into."
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