#Heeseung fantasy
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H I S M A R K : H E E D A M
WARNINGS: FLUFF, SMUT (UNPROTECTED), ORAL (MALE REC.), REFERENCE TO NONCON SMUT, MENTIONS OF FORCED BREEDING, SEX SLAVERY (HISTORICAL), DUBCON, MYTHOLOGY, ANCIENT HISTORY, SYMBOLISM, MARKINGS, YANDERE LOVE, OBSESSION, POSSESSIVE, FANTASY, MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, PARANOIA, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, FORCED LOVE, ISOLATION, AND CURSING. NOT PROOREAD (YET).
THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER ‘CHILD OF THE SEA’ DRABBLE. ALL PART IF THE MERMAIDS TALE SERIES ON MASTERLIST.
This Drabble had me feeling something that is surreal I swear. Probably my favorite Drabble yet.
THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL.
For days, weeks, and months, you’ve questioned your sanity. It was the same routine; waking up in an unknown territory, wondering if you’ll ever get to experience freedom again. You’ve tried to calm yourself, but a factor prohibits you from gaining rest. It has been so long since you were able to roam the streets on your own, to visit the bakery that you loved so much, and to sip coffee while viewing the window of your high-rise apartment. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do the things you enjoyed in life, you just had to enjoy it…with him.
Over a year, this man had broken you down, restricted you of using your own senses, and prohibited in exercising your own way of thinking. No. Everything was about him. He made it that way to reflect his own spirit, since for him, everything was about you. You were all he sees, eats, hear, and breathes. It caused his insanity in which formed that insatiable love for you. He wanted you to rely on him, to think of only him, and to love him the way he does you. It’s…sickening. The worst part…was that you were actually starting to succumb to your weak heart.
The other day he made a great effort to impregnate you…the image plagues your mind, no matter what you’re looking at. You’ve tried to erase it completely, yet the view of his exposed throat, his thick neck in full display as he shoves and rests his length deep inside your womb, pumping out each string of release. His hands gripped your hips, slowly sliding up to your waist while he rests in between your legs, and his head remained flung back. His poignant Adams Apple bobs up and down delicately as he restlessly murmurs…’Uh-Uh-huh.”
He tells you that you should be grateful. For the rumors of his ancestors and their harsh breeding methods with Sirens were merely just to produce sons. At least with him, he did it out of love and passion. He tells you of how the sirens would eventually weakened to the desires of an Adams touch, and eventually grew to love their captors…which he predicted would become the end result for you.
‘It’s only a matter of time’ he says.
If only what he said wouldn’t hold any truth, yet as each passing day rotates in and out, you’re slowly coming to realize that he spoke the truth. It may not be out of your own willingness to return that love, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was the end goal, despite it being a result of Stockholm Syndrome. Regardless of his abusive method in claiming you, that love he displayed…it was getting to you.
‘It’s only a matter of time, baby. You will love me…you will, Siren.’
Sirens…a creature only read in mythology books, or poems and mentioning’s by philosophers. Who could ever believe that there was more truth to their existence?
A Siren cannot feel the physical touch, sensation, or feeling of anything. Not even pain at a high scale. Should anyone cut off your limb, or carve out an eye, you wouldn’t feel it. You wouldn’t scream. You wouldn’t even shed a single tear. No matter how many injuries your body would display, you’ll never feel the blister of the injury….unless it was done by an Adam.
The only person that can make you feel things. He knew that…he knew that too well. From the moment he sensed your expression and witnessed it at the party, he knew that something was amiss. He could feel it.
The Clan of Adam is what they are called, singularly referred to as ‘Adam’s’ named after the first man. The bloodline stemmed from the sons sired by Alexander the Great, that much you both knew. At least up until the moment he found the memento remnants of his late grandfather…who met a tortuous end by his grandsons hand.
“Huh…look what I found baby.” He holds the large book in both hands. It was ancient, laced by a gold chained binding, with thin wooden slats, polished to perfection with the inscription carved in the finest font. Elegant and edged with Hellenic images, charts, and astronomical symbols, you could tell that the contents contained knowledge that was unreal…stuff people read out of a fairy tale.
He pulls you back by tenderly holding your waist, sitting you on his lap as he sets the book before you. Resting it on your thighs, he passionately roams his palms up and down your ribcage, taking deep inhales as he whiffs in your scent, burying his nose at the back of your neck. “Mmm, fuck I love you.”
Your eyes begin to form tears…again. Yet each time you calmly sobbed, they became less and less watery. The feeling of touch, while initially had disgusted you, has now become the very thing you embraced. It was something you craved…and only he could give it to you.
“Read it baby.” He sighs out as he takes in another whiff. His hands lower their grip to your hips; his thumbs pressing in right above your derrière, beside your tailbone.
You arch your back as you winced your eyes. Your mind kept telling you to be strong and resist…but your heart told you the opposite. He pulls you in, smoothing your rear to grind and settle right on his bulge. “You’re sooooooo perfect…perfect for me.” He drags a deep tone as he flings his head back, lightly bucking his hips upwards. The sensation formed a familiar knot, a tightness that expanded until it snaps, releasing the flow of intense orgasm and pleasure. “P-please…please don’t—“
You gently spoke your words, moaning them out as you plead. You wanted it and didn’t want it. He reached up and around, turning your head to the side to face him, eloping you in a beautifully tender kiss. He grinds, and you move. He bucks, and you press in. Your bodies became a perfectly tuned rhythm of pleasure…and love.
“H-Heeseung…” you moan in between the small pecks. He lightly groans into your mouth, admitting a long and harsh lick up from your bottom lip to the top. “Aw fuck…yeah baby? You like that?” He doesn’t give you room to answer before re-sealing your mouth into a rather messier kiss. The twisting and twirling of tongue and the stroking of canines has completely melted you, and he could feel it on his crotch.
His hands migrate up and around, unionizing on your tummy. They slowly mesh downward and apply pressure as they rub on the flat canvas above your clit. It didn’t take long for him to find his way under your dress, his hands were so gifted in knowing the in and outs of feminine-styled seams. He hooks your panties and shove them to the side, and God..the way he could move his hands alone was enough to get you heated and moist. So wet.
Not once did he release your mouth. The flaring of your nostrils indicates the struggle for breath, yet the latching proved that it was all worth the struggle. Your lips quiver as your thighs shake; his fingers gently rubbing small circles right at the tip, surfacing a toil of piercing desire that raged within you like the fires of Hell. You moan some more in his mouth, hating how you were loving the way he explored inside you. That damn tongue of his…he was so experienced, being a former playboy, but now a committed husband who only had eyes, a heart, and soul, just for you.
“Oh Heeseung…mmmm! Oh please-“
“Fuck yeah baby. Never felt someone as good as you.”
His heart pelted against his chest, you could feel it underneath in between your shoulder blades as yours felt as if it would explode from within. He played around with your womanhood until he firmly gripped your waist, thumbs pressing against your back as his fingers dig into your torso. He lifts you just a tad, before slamming you down against his clothed groin. He continues to buck up while bouncing you in a momentum that was out of this world. You gasped out a series of yelps, all in sync with his motions. “Pl-please!!! Please..!”
“Please what? WHAT?” He whispers as he buries his nose and lips into your ear. “Fucking tell me what you want. Let me hear it.”
You reach up and gently palm the back of his neck, struggling to move smoothly as the quaking aches of pleasure and desire took over your body. “Ugh…please…please give it to me…”
You can’t believe you just said that…
He smirks. “Oh yeah baby…don’t worry, I’m going to.” He reaches beneath you to unzip his trousers when a sudden knock causes you both to pause.
His growl told you of anger and frustration as he bites down and grits a groan. His hands emerge up and grip your waist, slightly shifting you forward.
You whine out, begging for him to keep going. You cup his chin as you continued to melt against his chest, grabbing onto his free hand and resting it on your pelvis. “Please…please…Heeseung.”
What he wouldn’t give to satisfy you right now. Times like this, he truly sympathizes for you, and wanted nothing more than to give you everything you asked for. He gently takes your hand in his, causing you ti release his chin as he places a kiss on your forehead. “Shhh…I know baby. I know.”
He would have dismissed the person outside the door, instead, he mentally kicks himself in the ass. He was the one who summoned the curator to help translate the book after all.
“Hello, Mr. Lee. My name is Johnathan, I am the curator from the national library, we spoke on the phone. You stated you needed some assistance in translating some family artifacts?”
The young man was polite and well mannered, not at all losing composure, even after seeing you sitting on your husband’s lap, legs widespread. At least Heeseung reinstated the hem of your dress, layering it over the exposed parts. Maybe Johnathan was not at all familiar with the image of sexual desire, but it would otherwise seem quite obvious.
“I am sorry I’m late.” He states as he sets his briefcase on his lap, flipping the gold latches up.
“Not as sorry as I am right now…” Heeseung mutters against your ear, wincing as you admitted small and subtle waving motions at the hip, grinding against his groin. The pulse of desire hasn’t worn off inside you.
“What was that Sir?” Johnathan peeks up with a look of curiosity.
“N-nothing. What can you tell us about this?” Heeseung firmly wraps an arm around your waist as he leans forward, taking the book from your hand and passing it over. You whined as your body shifts forward from the leaned in motion. “Don’t worry…i’m never going to let you fall baby.” He whispers into your ear after taking notice of your hands gripping his thigh, halting the sliding of your rear on his lap. Meanwhile the curator remained completely oblivious as he closely admires the book. “Ah, the literature contains the ancient tongue that the Greeks used early on. It is most notably communicated by philosophers. Perhaps a well known philosopher drafted this.”
Johnathan examines each lettering and symbol, placing a magnifying device to study the engravings.
“Clan of Adam…interesting, I haven’t heard of them. Has your grandfather ever mentioned this clan to you before?” He speaks without lifting his head, keeping his eyes glued to the wooden frame.
“Maybe a couple times in reference to this heirloom.” Heeseung calmly fibs. If there was one thing you both agreed on, it was to keep your ancestries, and the knowledge of, a secret. Excluding the current lesson that was now being taught of course.
“Interesting. It says here that the clan were all male descendants of the first sons…sons of—“
“Alexander.” Heeseung calmly finishes as he pinches his grip, tightening his hold on your waist the moment he spoke out the name.
“Yes that’s correct. Alexander the Great, king of Macedonia.”
The curator continues to look over the slats, rotating the book as he studied the diagram of constellations and Greek symbols. “It says that the first sons of Alexander were hidden away in a monastery, many miles away from their kingdom. They were known as the first of the clan…says here they displayed inhuman abilities.”
Johnathan chuckles. “I see, this seems to be a book that contains speculation of fiction and fantasy. It talks about them battling mermaids—ah, sirens, as they are commonly referred in this book.”
Heeseung’s member twitches at the historical mentioning of your ancestors. You felt the snake-like feature of his size slithering and flickering under your thigh, causing you to gasp.
“This particular page goes into detail about the clans genealogy traits…saying that it derived from their grandfather.”
“Grandfather?” Heeseung raises a brow as he keeps his eye on the curator, yet shifts his mouth to place a kiss against your cheek upon hearing a small whine escape your lips.
“Yes sir…it says here that the late King of Macedonia and his wife, Olympias, was bedded by Zeus. This was recorded in private to a monk residing in the kingdom, and journaled after the king passed. Alexander took over the throne and was exposed to the secret of his origin, by his mother.”
The curator chuckles in disbelief. “Well that would explain why the clan could take down mermaids.” He laughs as he jests, little does he know that everything he had just relayed was whole-heartedly true.
Your eyes widen as he unveiled the truth behind the clans whereabouts. Descendants of Zeus? No wonder they held such tremendous power and combative abilities. They were commonly known as Spartans of the Sea.
Heeseung, being a former SWAT captain, eluded those traits. You’ve witnessed his training sessions he maintained simply for fun. The way he moved, the way he maneuvered in water, and his stamina…it was Godly.
Zeus…Zeus was the true father of Alexander…
“And the sirens were all daughters of —“
“Poseidon…” you calmly interject. Heeseung faintly smirks as he admires your side profile. “Yes ma’am, that’s correct. Have you both read this book?” The curator asks earnestly, subtly surprised by your perfect translation and knowledge of what was inscribed in the book.
“We looked it over prior to your arrival.” Heeseung states.
“Wow…so you both can read Ancient Greek?”
You both stayed silent as Johnathan’s innocent smile slowly fades. A moment of awkwardness fills the room. “Well…anyhow…there was a war between humanity and the sirens, and the godly descendants produced by Zeus engaged, becoming a formidable opponent to the sirens. In fact, it says here that the clan nearly wiped out the entire ocean of them, causing them to go nearly extinct.”
Heeseung taps against your thigh, vaguely whispering for you to stand just for a moment as he thanks the curator for his time.
“I’m sorry to tell you this book hardly exposes factual knowledge regarding your family, however, you’ll be pleased to know that it is a genuine artifact that is priceless. Should you ever care to get an appraisal, please do not hesitate to call us.”
“Without hesitation. Thanks.” Heeseung places the book to the side as he sees the young man out.
You sat by the window.
Descendants of Zeus…and Poseidon…you, and Heeseung.
He cups your cheek, gently forcing you to face him. “That pretty head of yours thinking about the history lesson we just got?” He smirks as he kneels down before you, reaching up as he strokes your hair. “All that talk about Gods and our lineage got me thinking baby…”
You gave an inquiring expression. “About what?” You calmly issue as he pulls you in for a kiss, never divulging an answer. “You’ll see.”
…………….
“Welcome to Brewery’s Coffee, what can I get for you?”
“Tall chocolate cream latte, and a venti Americano.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the name for the order?”
“Heeseung.”
The barista labels the cups. Handing the receipt, she admires the devastatingly handsome stranger as he walks to a table. Something catches her eye as she ogles his neckline. A small mark, looked to be of a tattoo, printed nicely and centered on the back of his neck. It was symbolic in nature, though she had absolutely no idea of what it entailed. “Do you see that?” She whispers to a fellow co-worker. They both admire the mark, when the latter recognized the main structure of the symbol.
“Oh! That’s the symbol for Pisces. The symbol represents commitment, and togetherness for eternity. I’m a Pisces myself, but I don’t know what that small symbol to the right of it is supposed to be.”
Heeseung takes a seat across from you, admiring how you sat patiently while he ordered the drinks. Not like you didn’t really have a choice, although now it seems he did manage to tame the shrew. You found yourself accepting the concept of belonging to him, especially after reading the history of his lineage.
Taking your hand in his, he rubs the back of your palm with his thumb. “You didn’t feel a thing, did you?”
You shook your head. “Me neither.”
Of course he wouldn’t. He’s too damn strong, some needle punctures would hardly faze him. You reach up and delicately smooth the tips over the back of your neck, yet couldn’t even feel your own phalanges as you attempted to search for it. He chuckles before reaching across the table. “Here.”
He takes your fingers and places it on a certain spot behind your neck. “Right there baby.”
You still couldn’t feel anything, other than the brush of his knuckles as he guides you to the matching mark. The sign of Pisces, with the respective symbols of the Gods that fathered both your ancestries. His, with Zeus, and yours with Poseidon.
Combined and side by side, it would form the Union of love…the love that he inherited for you…the love that you were forced to adapt to.
It was entirely his idea, of course. You recalled how he vividly told you of the theory in Zeus transforming Aphrodite and Eros into fish, paired together so that they may escape from the clutches of Typhon, the monstrous being. You laid on your stomach as the artist took his time to delicately outline the unique features of the custom symbolic nature of love and commitment.
After coffee, he brings you back home where he had every sense of focus to finish what was started earlier.
“Come here.” He gently calls to you as he flips two fingers up and flickers them, signaling for you to respond to his calling. His voice was tamed and gentle. So very calm and sensual.
You kneel before him as he took his seat, holding onto your hand. You lean forward in between his manspreading legs, guided by the subtle grip of your chin. He lures you directly to his bulge. “My woman…my life…my everything.”
You knew what he wanted, and you would never admit it aloud, but you wanted it too. The pains of yearning never left, it remained lodged deep inside your womb even after the curator left.
You unzip his trousers. It didn’t take long for him to whip out his cock, waving it in front of your face as if he was teasing you with it. Like quenching thirst, you caught the very tip of it with your parted lips, immediately swallowing as many inches as possible—and there were many. The man was gifted, such was expected as the descendant of a mighty God.
He groans out, holding the base of his shaft for you, while encouraging you to keep going. He collects your strands, and grips it in unison. Holding up your poneytail, there, in full view was the beautiful tattoo…his other half. Resting in the same spot as his, it nearly glows. He watches and maintains sight of it as you continue to bob for his girth.
“Thatta girl…keep going darling…get it while you can, I’m about to conquer you.”
You swipe your head up and down, motioning it with a sensual passion that could only be found in a love like this. One that was filled with so many contradictions, yet hold so much history. And with that history, came progression and transcendence. It was both frustrating and peaceful. Forceful, and yet consensual. It was…it was…
“Fuck! Get over here.”
“H-Heeseung!” You gasped outright as he used his god-like strength and lifts you up. He stands tall and straight, leaving you suspended in air against his chest as he grips your thighs, forcing you to straddle his groin. You hug his neck, embracing it against your breasts as you remain higher up while he cradles your rear, stabilizing his hold. Slowly…slowly, the moment you breached for all day, he finally inserts his stiffed muscle in between your slit. “Oh my God..!” You breathe out as he breaks you, inch by inch. The feeling was so different from the other day. This was different. The painful yearning that pounded your womb from within, sending tingles up your spine, and released a rushing flow of blood through your veins. All you could think about was being touched, being fucked, and being kissed over and over again, and he was the only one who could give it. The key to your release.
“Ah! P-please! Oh god please don’t stop!”
The very second he sat you against the hilt of his pelvic floor, he began thrusting at a phenomenal pace. God, was he perfect. He was so good, you just couldn’t contain yourself as it slipped…
“B-babe! Baby please!”
He pauses for just a second as he smirks against your neck. Did he just hear you call him ‘baby’?
He continues to grin as he slowly pumps up into you.
Realizing just what you had done, you found it useless to make excuses or to continue to fight it. Finally, after all that he’s done to trap and torment you mentally, he finally had you…all of you. You wave the white flag and surrendered. If it wasn’t in the endearing pet name that you sputtered out, it was in the tightening of your embrace as you pulled him close, thighs shaking and your derrière jiggling from the quivering jolts of pleasure…so good, it hurt like Hell.
“Say it again.” He snarls against your skin as he licks the underside of your chin. You shook your head, wincing your eyes as you refused initially, but he had his ways to make you give in.
One, two, three…no, four. Five! God…maybe it was twenty times, or more, he held you firmly and smacks his cock inside. It was brutally pleasing as he thrusts upwards, splattering the juices of his labor—and yours, everywhere. The offensive sound of his cock squeezing, squelching, and sliding in and out as his balls smack against your skin while he went in fast and hard, causing you to scream. Your mind blows away as you absorb his rhythm. “Ah! Fuck! Baby!”
There, he got what he wanted, and did he ever love it. He could hear you call him that, over and over again. And he did.
The undercarriage of your buttocks were painted with white, thick splatters of creamy and sticky fluids. The constant and solid tempo of his thrusts acted as a beater, stirring the semi-clear residue and turning it into a thicker consistency. A product of the love you both shared.
You scream out his name, gasping for air as the soft spot inside you releases, all thanks to the constant punching of his tip, and the pounding of his thick and lengthy cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, the overstimulation makes you beg for him to tone it down but he doesn’t.
“TAKE IT!!!” He yells out against your skin as he holds and squeezes your cheeks together, creating a bubbling image of skin and muscle as your derrière becomes abused by the harsh grip.
Shooting everything he’s got inside, he holds you steady, burying deep. Pelvis to pelvis, hilt to hilt, you feel the pressure of his grip holding you down against his groin. A few minutes of his cock pulsating, pumping, and pushing, he finally loosens his grip. You slide down, legs still grasping his waist as he embraces your waistline, tumbling back. Bringing you down with him, he lays next to you on the silky bedding.
You both lay, admiring each others glistening skin. The beads of sweat dripping down your foreheads, the heat exhausting from your breaths, and the panting and heaving of your chests.
He pushes the wet strands away from your brow, leaning in and kissing you so passionately, he would have done his deity ancestor proud.
“…I love you.” You mutter out, nearly shamelessly and defeatedly.
He smirks as he gulps down a subtle swallow, already knowing, just waiting for you to say it. “I know.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact, instead, you look away as he caresses your cheek, not minding the shyness you were displaying. “I could never be anything in life without you…daughter of the seven seas…you got me all to yourself. I live only for you.”
And with that, concluded this night, but birthed many more. This was only the beginning, what new life exists for you both? Now that you have each other…
And so the war between the Adams and Sirens came to an end, resulting in generations that mirrored the forbidden love between the two descendants. Mixing the bloodlines of Poseidon and Zeus, the clan formatted the ultimate beings, part God and part mortal. Despite the many rumors of the hostility the two parties initially held against each other, let it be known that no matter the history…no matter the bloodshed…by the prime example of sea maidens and sons of Alexander the Great, love conquers all.
@hoonieshoney and @sweeheehees 😏 they not cry or explode. Because I certainly almost did both when imagining heedam….BRO JUST TOPPED THE LIST.
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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍: 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 - ENHYPEN × female reader
SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and posibily, her past life's lover.
FEATURING: DARK MOON's Sooha, TXT & (G)-FRIEND members, and more
TAGLIST #1: (closed) @enhacolor @amarillyis @ckline35 @fairycheol @jeanbob @heejakegf @axartia @ineedcoffeeandtherapy @rosie-is-everywhere @prdxinvade @heedeungieluvbot @jungwonnnnnnnnnnnn @bambisgirl @yebin14
TAGLIST #2: (open) [comment or send ask] @l1lac-dreamer @bluemanifesto @ineedaherosavemeenow @ahnneyong @jiawji @aki1e @yjjungwon @vatterie @captivq @niki7flwoie @jaxavance @dimplewonie @talia02 @cherriegyu @enhastolemyheart @asyleums @rikiluvly
GENRE: smau, modern royalty!au, fantasy, vampires, werewolves, fairy!reader, fluff, crack, attempt at humor, high school au.
PAIRING: enhypen × female reader
WARNINGS: swearing, my questionable humor, a few dark moon spoilers for those who haven’t read the webtoon. This one so far is one of my oldest, but worst plots saved in my notes, so please, engage with me, even a little 🥺
RELEASE DATE: January 15, 2023 12:00 P.M KST
STATUS: on going
SPOTIFY PLAYLIST
prologue: lucid dream
1 - the new student who wants to learn (1)
2 - the new student who wants to learn (2)
3- the new student who wants to learn (3)
4 - the new student who wants to learn (4)
5 - the new student who wants to learn (5)
6 - the new student who wants to learn (6)
7 - The New Moon Malachites
8 - the new student who wants to learn (7)
9 - the new student who wants to learn (8)
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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 04
SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.
GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.
WARNINGS: expletives, suggestive themes.
WORD COUNT: 4k+
TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908
🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒
Wispy grass snips at her ankles with each barefoot step she takes, drawn to the azure sea that scintillates in the empyreal moonlight ahead of her. The breeze tickles her skin, and her lilac hair and white clothing sway behind her in a gliding motion.
Her breath hitches in her throat when the familiar sound of his enchanting, hypnotic voice sings a heavenly symphony to her, propelling her footsteps to hasten towards the sea. Anticipation expands throughout her chest as she recognises his calling that is specifically meant for her.
"Heli?!" Her voice is tainted with ardour as she calls for him, unceasing from her hasten steps, and now, finding herself by the seashore, the sand feels smooth beneath her feet. Her eyes search keenly over the vast azure sea as his enchanting voice becomes crystal clear and louder, as though he is near her, while the wide smile on her lips persists.
"Heli!" The moment she calls for him again, the heavenly symphony he serenades to her ceases. Total silence befalls her surroundings, with the exception of the waves rolling to the shore. "Heli?" Her voice sounds quiet this time. The smile on her lips falters while the light in her eyes dims, turning crestfallen as nothing happens in the way she wanted.
She clenches the material of her dress where her heart is. Amidst the familiar affliction that throbs in her heart, there is also a discernible ache of longing and sorrow. Tears prick in her eyes while her lips quiver in sadness.
She hates it. She hates that even in death, she is not pardoned by Astra. She hates how she has had to watch them fight and hurt her without the ability to intervene. She hates how they, too, are unable to remember anything from their past lives, unable to remember her.
All she ever wanted was to reunite with them─her home.
Just then, a movement across the sea captures her attention, which she can't ignore, especially when she recognises the glimpse of sleek ridge scales before it descends into the sea, disappearing from her sight. Recognition flickers in her gaze.
Within a blink of an eye, a familiar silhouette belonging to a man slowly emerges from the sea. Her heart beats in a familiar cadence as he strides towards her with his luminous amber eyes piercing into hers. She remains rooted to the sand, as though his gaze alone manages to paralyse her whole being.
He stands a few feet from her, allowing her to scan his overall countenance, and her heart flutters as she does. His stark raven hair is thoroughly wet, with the strands sticking to his forehead, and his white tunic blouse sticks to his body, allowing her to make out the lines of his abdominal muscles, wholly drenched from head to toe.
His luminous amber eyes remain penetrating into hers while his parted lips heave with light pants. Despite the sadness she has been reeling in, warmth weaves across her cheeks under the intensity of his gaze.
"Jakah." She utters his name in a shaky breath, with a thousand emotions brimming within her.
"You're crying." His voice comes out in a low rumble, while she detects the palpable anger in his tone. "Who hurt you?"
She immediately wipes the tears away from her cheeks. "No one hurt me." Her answer doesn't seem to please him with how weak she sounds.
"Lilith." He takes a step forward, and it is enough to nearly reach her. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. Trust me, please?" She pleads, and with the way she is staring at him, his gaze softens. "I'm just─" She pauses, feeling the painful lump in her throat before she swallows it down and her lips quiver. "I've missed you."
"Oh, angel, come here." Jakah grabs her hand and pulls her into his embrace, to which she instantly latches her limbs around him, weeping into him with soft sobs leaving her lips. His hand cradles the back of her head while the other wraps around her waist as he whispers sweet nothings to her ears.
"I've missed you dearly as well, angel." He murmurs sadly as he waits for her cries to quieten. The two lovers bask in the warmth of each other's embraces while silence envelops them like a smooth blanket.
Composing herself, Lilith brings herself to look at him in the eyes and cradles the cusps of his jaw. "Kiss me, please." Desperation clings to her tone. "I need to know if this is as real as─"
She is instantly silenced by his lips, which seal her into a kiss with raw, palpable emotions that bring the tears back to her eyes. He kisses her as if it's their last.
They slowly pull away from each other's lips, panting heavily, before they flutter their eyes open and gaze into each other's eyes deeply. Amidst the despair, the adoration and love swimming in his eyes are just the same as they were when they declared their love for each other a thousand years ago.
"I heard your voice earlier, calling for Heli." Jakah tells her while he still has her in his possession, never letting go. "Heli was here, but something was disrupting the connection we've built trying to call your soul to this realm."
"Astra." Fear resides in her gaze, as does the palpable shakiness in her voice.
A muscle pulses in his jaw while his eyes harden with resentment and hatred. "Yes. But don't worry, angel. We are all relentlessly trying to breach the respective borders and get them to remember you, remember her."
"We'll be defying Astra over and over again." Her eyes turn crestfallen. "I'm afraid that if we continue to, the present us would be facing dreadful consequences."
"Love defies all odds." He caresses her cheek gently.
"But love was what led me to my demise, as was yours." A teardrop escapes from her eye. "I think we should stop meeting like this and give up on trying to get the present us to remember."
"No." He nearly growls, startling her, but he swiftly apologises with a forehead kiss. "We can't give up now, not when I've finally managed to breach through the cracks within the borders. Just wait for me, angel. I'll recognise you before you know it."
Lilith shakes her head. The dam has long since crumbled. "I don't want to return. I want to be here with all of you, where we don't hurt each other."
His lips unfurl a rueful smile. "As do I, angel, but my time is up now." He places one last kiss on her forehead, tears streaming down his cheeks behind his closed eyes.
Upon feeling him fade beneath her touch, she releases a sharp sob. "Don't go." She whimpers as soon as his warmth dissipates, leaving her cold. Her knees buckle underneath her, feeling weak, before she allows herself to fall to her knees, digging into the sand.
"I'm here, Mia Cara."
His honeyed voice that speaks to her in a lull catches her off guard, as does the warmth of his body with his arms enveloping her body, which feels akin to a safety blanket. Despite her heart aching tremendously for Jakah, she sought solace in his embrace, her hands fisting the hems of his top.
"Heli." A mixture of relief and melancholy blooms in her chest. Her eyes flutter close as he strokes the back of her head affectionately and occasionally gives kisses on her crown. She basks in his warmth momentarily before pulling away from him just enough to get a good look at his face.
There it is—his tender, loving gaze—that has her falling in love all over again. As he cradles the side of her face, his thumb gently caresses her cheek. "I don't have much time left." He says with a rueful smile. "Let's not dwell in despair any longer, and make the most of the time we have left."
She nods her head in agreement while tears manage to escape from her eyes, prompting him to lean down and kiss them away. He gently assists her to stand and intertwine their fingers before deciding to take a stroll by the shore.
In a while, they momentarily forget about the current predicament as they converse, with him making jokes and her laughing at them. For a minute, they feel as though they are finally at peace together.
"Heeseung, the present me, he seems to care for Elora. He hasn’t left her side since she passed out." Heli speaks up after they decide to bask in the comfortable silence. "You know it yourself that everything they see, feel, do, and think, we do as well."
A sad smile touches her lips. "Do you really believe that we could breach through the borders and get the present us to remember?"
In response, he squeezes her hand while determination gleams in his resplendent magenta-hued eyes. "I do."
"I don't. It is all just wishful thinking." She murmurs, halting her steps. She returns her gaze to his face. "I do love you, but maybe not getting the present for us to remember is for the best. Astra─"
"We don't care about Astra and her rules." He cuts her off sharply, yet there is a tinge of softness. "Think about it, Mia Cara, if Astra forbids us to meet, then for what purpose did she reincarnate us in the first place?"
"Don't you get it? It's to punish us." She tells him exasperatedly. "It's the reason why the present us don’t remember their previous lives. This is Astra's way to torment us."
His lips press thinly, knowing that his beloved is right. He turns his head to look at the moon before returning his gaze to her. A faint, gentle smile touches his lips. "Our time's up is close. What do you say we go for a short swim? It has been more than awhile."
Nostalgia breezes past her before she reciprocates his smile. With a tug at her hand, he pulls her towards the sea.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
It is rather anomalous for Jungwon to fall into the temptation of sleep, especially when he's a powerful hybrid whose necessity doesn’t include sleep. It is even bizarre to have dreamt about his enemy, who is presently in her quarters and has been unconscious for the past 24 hours.
Jungwon can vividly recall how he touched and held her close to him, the way she stared at him with pure love and heartbreak, and the taste of her plump lips kissing him. Despite how she exuded such warmth, he felt the coldness of her body. When he woke up, his heart ached weirdly, and he couldn’t seem to forget that dream. That's right. It's just a mere, meaningless dream.
But why does it bother him so much?
His ears perk up at the sound of a familiar rattle from behind. He is seated diagonally by the window sill with his arms crossed over his chest as he gazes out the window. As expected, he feels one of his many companions slither its way up his body from behind before it settles on his nape.
"Ssshe'ss awake." His companion snake hisses next to his ear, speaking in a language that only a kind like him understands. "Ssshe'ss all alone in her room. Heesssseung wasss nowhere to be found."
Without uttering a word, Jungwon pats its head gently before it slithers its way down to make an exit. Jungwon remains seated while his mind bears jumbled thoughts before he heaves a sigh and begins to make his way to her quarter.
Using his vamp speed, he reaches her quarter within a minute. He notices that the door is ajar, but nonetheless, he decides to announce his arrival by knocking on the door. He doesn’t hear her response, and so he pushes open the door.
His breath nearly hitches in his throat as soon as his gaze settles on the female, whose side profile greets him as she sits by the window sill, seeming to be in deep thoughts as she gazes out the window. He begins to scan her overall countenance, noticing that she is in a new garment set. His gaze falls to her hand that is wrapped in a bandage, to which she holds it close to her chest, and a frown touches his lips.
Jungwon should be delighted to see the vulnerable sight of his enemy and the wounds she bears, but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel the slightest pleased. It is even bizarre for him to feel a sudden wave of protectiveness for his enemy.
"How are you feeling?" The question easily rolls down his tongue, despite being unprepared for how to strike up a conversation.
Elora turns her head to the side and meets his eyes. She blinks her eyes in surprise, totally taken aback by the fact that he isn’t being hostile towards her. She recovers herself with a cough and looks away from his gaze briefly. "Aggrieved and furious at your brother." She murmurs her answer.
"I know that what he did is not justifiable, but you have to understand that he wasn’t himself." Jungwon finds himself explaining, and he doesn’t know why he cares enough to want her to know about it.
Elora scoffs out in disbelief. "Wasn’t himself? Do you really expect me to believe such an excuse?"
Jungwon leans sideways against the wall with his arms folded. "Perhaps you don't know what we are yet."
"I know what you are. A hybrid. Sunoo told me before he decided to attack me." Elora says, frowning. "But how does being a hybrid correlate with Sunoo almost killing me?"
"As hybrids, our emotions and every sense are amplified tenfold compared to an average vampire." Jungwon unfolds his arms and ambles towards her. "While being hybrids means that we are far more powerful than any other beings, it is also a curse." He adds, unfurling a faint smirk.
"Why?" Elora has no idea why, but she finds herself entirely intrigued by this.
"You've seen firsthand what happened with Sunoo." Jungwon stops a few feet away from her. "You want to know why being a hybrid is a curse? Once our triggered buttons go off, we lose control, ergo, we become hellbent on destroying and annihilating anything and anyone in our paths."
Elora allows his words to sink into her brain. "So that's why you said that Sunoo wasn’t himself because something triggered him?"
"And I'm guessing that it was your blood that triggered him since we saw the bite marks on your neck." Jungwon's eyes fall to her neck at where the marks were, but there is nothing, thanks to Heeseung's blood that healed her.
"My blood?" Elora's frown deepens. "How are you so certain? Some of your brothers had drunk my blood before, but they didn’t get triggered, unlike Sunoo."
The corner of Jungwon's lips quirks a smirk. "Peculiar, isn’t it?" He steps closer to her, noticing how startled she is by the close proximity between them, with him towering over her figure. "Give me your hand."
Elora hesitates as she looks down at his palm towards her, but something nudges her that she can trust him, and so she slowly places her bandaged hand on his palm. She watches him as he unwraps the bandage and sees how he does it so gently. A frown touches his lips as soon as he sees the scar that looks fresh.
"Heeseung's blood did heal me, but it wasn’t enough to fully heal the wounds on my stomach and hand." She utters.
"Do they still hurt? Your wounds?" He asks, still holding her hand delicately.
Elora ignores the weird flutter in her heart as her face remains impassive. "They throb painfully sometimes, but nothing I can't handle."
Jungwon hums in response, and the next thing he does is not what she expected. He brings her palm near his lips before whispering in a distinctive language that she has heard before. His eyes glow a mixture of crimson and amber as he uses his magic to heal her.
As soon as he finishes, he ends it by placing a soft kiss at where the scar is, sending her heart fluttering, before he gently pushes her fingers for her to close her palm. At once, she feels an odd sensation throughout her body, and instead of feeling the prior lethargy, she feels anew.
Jungwon releases her hand while she stares at him with wide eyes. "Look at your palm." He says calmly.
Elora listens to him and unfurls her hand as she looks at it. Nothing. There are not even any traces of her scar. It is as if she has a brand new layer of skin over her palm. Even her stomach doesn’t throb anymore.
"You used your magic to heal me." She murmurs, still in stupefaction to believe that her enemy healed her once again. "The language you whispered. It's parseltongue." Despite her face contorting into confusion, she knows what type of hybrid he is, but she wants to hear from his mouth. "What are you, really?
Jungwon smirks in response. "For me to know, for you to find out." He drawls with his eyebrow raised just slightly before offering her his palm. "Let's go. You must be famished."
Elora surprises herself when she willingly accepts his offer as she places her hand on his.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
While in the middle of consuming the food Jungwon had specifically made for her, Elora inspects the wound on her palm, as though she is trying to make sure that her mind is not playing tricks on her or that whatever spell he casts to heal her is not fraudulent.
Even now, as Jungwon is giving her a tour around the palace, she does it again, and her action doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon while he feels annoyed.
"You can stop now." Jungwon doesn’t bother to conceal his annoyance while his gaze remains straight ahead. "My healing spell on you had worked effectively and permanently. You're fine."
Elora clears her throat and quickly matches the walking pace with him. "So, you speak parseltongue." She strikes up a conversation, though in an awkward manner. "So that explains the snake that almost squeezed me to death the first day I was held captive. It listened to you and followed your orders, so that means you can shapeshift into a snake as well?" She states unsurely.
Jungwon's lighthearted chuckles sound oddly melodious to her ears, and when she takes a glance at him, her heart beats in an unfamiliar cadence upon seeing the prominent dimple on his cheek.
"Close, but not close enough." He says, now guiding her to the palace's library as they stride along the hallway, where the entrances to the library are at the far end.
Elora huffs out her frustration. "Just tell me what you are."
"Where's the fun in that?" He shoots her a smirk. "Besides, I'd rather show you what I am than tell you."
"Then show me."
"You wouldn’t want that." He says calmly, but there is a tinge of warning. "I can only show you if I ever get triggered."
"So what's your triggering point?"
Jungwon scoffs out a chuckle. "You sure do talk a lot."
Elora is about to retort, but the moment they enter the library, her jaw goes slacken while her eyes glimmer in awe at the gorgeous yet regal sight of the massive library that has to be at least two stories. On every wall and every shelf, there are intricate gold details emblazoned. In the middle of the library, there are fairly large marbled tables with chairs and multiple beige velvety couches arrayed.
Although seeing such a gorgeous sight is nothing new to her, considering that she is an Aetherlyn and her kingdom is known to have such an abundance of lavish ornaments, designs, et cetera, she can't deny how beautiful their palace's library truly is.
"I take it that you like the library, then?" Jungwon's voice draws her attention to him. For the first time since her captivity here, he is astounded by the small smile appearing on her pink lips. His heart starts to beat at a weird pace again. She has just smiled at him.
Before any of them can speak next, they are interrupted by multiple voices, prompting them to turn their heads to the side and spot Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon in the library as well, descending the stairs.
Sensing new presences, the three of them turn their heads to where the two figures are. In a blink of an eye, one of them uses his vamp speed to charge towards Elora, but Jungwon is swift enough to shield Elora from him and stop him by the shoulders.
"A bit brave of you to show your face here, isn’t it?" Jake smirks coldly, while the thirst for revenge is palpable in his gaze alone. He attempts to shove Jungwon away, but the latter remains unyielding. "Why are you defending her? She needs to be taught a lesson after the stunt she pulled on Jay and me."
"Enough." Sunghoon grabs Jake by the shoulder firmly. "Heeseung made it clear to us that no harm would come to Elora. We need her alive, remember?"
"Sucks for you." Elora decides to taunt Jake as she chuckles. "For hybrids, both of you surely healed slower than I expected."
"You knew what we were?" Jay's voice compels her to look at him, and the instant their eyes meet, she is reminded of the day when she shamelessly and willingly fell into his dark allure. Heat weaves across her cheeks before she recovers herself.
"That the seven of you are hybrids? Yeah." Elora says.
"Your dagger was imbued by a powerful spell." Jay states coldly. "I would be impressed if I hadn’t been the one you stabbed me with your dagger and rendered me immobile."
"The healing process was excruciatingly long." Jake shoots her a scowl.
"Do you think you can create daggers like that again with your magic?" Sunghoon's question throws her off guard as she blinks her eyes at him while the rest are staring at him with incredulity.
Sunghoon raises his eyebrow at them. "What? It is abundantly clear that our enemy here is capable of creating such weapons and imbuing them with powerful spells that can cause a great wound to any being."
"You have a point." Jake nods his head in agreement. "We might need them once we embark on our journey to Mermaidia."
"Uh, no way." Elora scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I'm already being held captive here. There is no way I'm going to help you by creating weapons for you."
In a blink of an eye, Jay appears directly in front of her, causing her to stagger a step back due to being startled, but the prince holds her by the arm firmly and pulls her closer to him. Her eyes go wide as they stare into his cool, crimson ones that seem to penetrate into her.
"You don't seem to understand that you belong to us now, and you'll do well to heed our orders." Jay's low, husky voice evokes the familiar heat within her. "Consider yourself lucky that you're still breathing, thanks to Heeseung. Otherwise, we'd inflict unimaginable pain on you."
Elora ignores the close proximity between their faces as she glares into his eyes. "Just because you're stronger than me doesn’t mean that you should underestimate me. Consider yourself lucky for the number of times I've held myself back from trying to kill you."
"Okay, that's enough." Jungwon appears next to them and forces them apart, but his grip on Elora's arm remains, which Jay narrows his eyes at. "Clearly, we'll be spending more time together since the journey to Mermaidia is a long one. The least we can do is be civil towards one another."
Elora scoffs out in response but remains silent, looking away from their eyes. Jungwon is surprised that she doesn’t look bothered by his hand, which is still gripping her arm.
"The imperial court has requested our presence tomorrow, including Elora." Sunghoon speaks up, breaking the palpable tension in the atmosphere. "They want to meet her before permitting us to embark on our journey."
Jake groans lowly, the distaste on his face is apparent. "I hate it whenever we are summoned to the imperial court."
"Why do they want to see me?" Elora asks Sunghoon tersely.
A smirk touches Sunghoon's lips. "If you're worried about being executed, don't be, princess. They simply want to meet a mermaidian since they have never seen one for a long time."
Just then, footsteps approach towards them, and when they turn, they see the youngest prince, who looks like he has been going for a hunt with a bow and a bag of arrows strapped to his back while there is some dirt staining his blouse.
"I've been looking everywhere for you guys. Heeseung and Sunoo are nowhere to be found." Riki says, his eyes glimmer delightfully, oddly enough to Elora. "She's awake."
"Who?" Jake blurts out, his face twisting into confusion.
"She's awake?" Jay steps forward, the coldness on his face diminishes, and for the first time, Elora sees how he seems relieved and delighted.
"Who?" Jake presses, but earns a glare from Sunghoon.
"Have you lost your memory, or are you just simply a fucking idiot?" Sunghoon deadpans at him.
"Our sister." Riki tells Jake.
"Wait, you guys have a sister?" Elora includes herself in the conversation, her face contorting into confusion. "I thought that there were only the seven of you."
"We do have a sister. Our older sister, to be exact." Jungwon tells her in a rather civil yet soft manner, prompting the rest to look at him bizarrely, especially with the way he is staring at her. "She's the second-oldest."
"She's a little different than us." Riki's voice draws her attention to him. "The imperial court has decided that the only princess in our kingdom should remain confidential, especially when she has a disease that no one, not even the physicians, could elucidate. She has been in a state of coma for six years."
"Now she's awake." Sunghoon doesn’t bother to conceal his elation. "Come on, then. Let's go visit her."
"We can't. They won't allow us." Riki shakes his head. "We can only see her tomorrow."
"What's her name?" Elora finds herself asking this, and despite not knowing of their sister's existence until now, Elora can't help but feel rather uneasy, and she has no idea why.
"Celeste." Jungwon tells her with a small smile.
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Welcome to Vegas baby~
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"Lower your guns"
In a tense standoff amidst the chaos of a battlefield, you stood firm and with a straight posture as your grip unwavers on the gun pressed against the tall figure infront of you the figure of your enemy whom you couldn't comperehend it was non other then the one and only heeseung as soon as your finger hit the guns trigger his army poised to retaliate, but hesisted at their bosses command.
"Lower your guns" he spoke with a hoarse yet cold voice that cuts through the tension as if it was a blade , his eyes not moving from the lock it had on your eyes that held too much hatred, the one he could feel just by locking his eyes with yours.
The soldiers exchanged a uncertain glances , but didn't question the command and obeyed their boss immediately, their weapons lowering as the tension between you and heeseung lingered in the air. Your gaze flickered as you felt a sudden harsh grip on your waist pulling you and the gun drops that leaves you flabbergasted not knowing what's next to come or what was heeseungs next move.
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THE MILLENIAL PAIR
Synopsis: Every one thousand years a new ruler is born who will conjoin and change the eternal kingdom and mortal world forever. In present time there have been no signs of the true ruler, some believe the day will come for them to create order and peace, others believe it as a myth, a fairytale, a folklore.... only time can tell what the future holds. Y/N the future ruler of the Blood Moon Realm discovers her true lineage and will unlock newfound powers, all while trying to navigate her new responsibilities as the Millenial Queen and a soulmate w 6 brothers. Together they must join to save their kingdom and each other.
PAIRING: Royal Werewolf!Park Sunghoon x Royal Werewolf!Reader, Werewolf!Enha x Reader(Platonic)
GENRE: Fantasy/Supernatural, Romance, AU
WARNINGS: Darker themes, mentions of violence, war, blood, etc. May contain some demonic themes, witchcraft, blood bonds. Cussing. Dark Humour.
STATUS: In Progress..
"The world can't change who you are and how much power you hold my love but you can change the world eternally"
"We were made for this my love and we will end this together, always"
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✧ 𝑼𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ✧
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⋆ ⚠️ Acts of S*xual Harrassment, please do not read if you it makes you uncomfortable! ⚠️
⋆ An average Night of yours quickly turns into one you least expected…
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⋆ As the morning sun arose, grazing me with it’s sun rays, I awoke. I gave out the most serious stretch, finally opening my eyes. I hurdled out of bed opening my large apartment windows, afterwards going to start on my morning routine. Once I was done with that, I headed straight to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I smiled at the thought of making Waffles, eggs, and bacon, and quickly began making it. Usually I don’t make breakfast, but today felt different. I felt that today was gonna be a good day.
As I was flipping my bacon, I got a call from my bestie. I quickly answer, putting the phone to my ear, holding it with my shoulder. “Good morninggggg!” I say excitedly. “Hiii, good morning queen!” she replies back in the same tone. “What’s up?” I asked, putting the bacon on my plate. “Sooo, I have news.” she says, as I can almost hear her smile through the phone. I grabbed my food, sitting down at the island, “I’m all ears” I say. “So, my dad got me an invitation to this Nightclub, and he allowed me to bring a plus one.” she says seriously. I begin eating,“Okay, keep talking-” I munch in her ear. “Well obvisously your coming with me- but the thing is, I heard a Kpop Idol was gonna be there tonight. He’s being accompanied by his Father, anddddd he’s SOO hot- I wanted us to see him in person .” She giggles, almost squealing. I wasn’t suprised at what she said. One thing about her is, her father is DROWNING in money, so she always got what she wanted. To me, she reminded me of a spoiled, but humble child. “Pookie, you know I don’t do clubs- and I-” before I could explain myself, she interrupted me “Okay! I’ll pick you at 10 okay! dress nice-” she said lastly, hanging up. I sigh, finishing my food. [She’s a damn headache] I think, laughing to myself. But she’s my best friend, and after a long second of thinking, It was safer for me to go with her regardless.
Once I was done with my breakfast, I headed to to go to work. I entered my office, seeing the one face I wish I didn’t have to see. “Good morning Miss Perfect, I have some documents for you” Said my annoying collegue. His name was Anton, and he made me pop a vein almost every morning. He swore up and down that we’re in a challenge for a promotion, but to be honest… I don’t give a damn about a promotion. I’m happy exaclty where I’m at. “Alright, put it on my desk..” I replied, setting my stuff down. “Just so you know, the Director is holding me for employee of the month.” he sneered. “Okay Anton, you can leave now.” I smiled faintly. “My pleasure, Loser.” he finalized, leaving. I sighed, sitting down and getting to work.
After what felt like a trillion hours, around 9:00, I finally closed out the tabs on my computer and started gathering my stuff. Heading out the door, as I go to my car, I remembered something I had forgot. My best friend. I quickly got in the car, racing to get home. I was so in my work, I forgot about the whole task she gave me. Once I got home, I hurredly showered, starting to get ready. Once I was done, I put on some make up, with a black pencil dress with fluffs at the bottom, and my sleek office red bottomed office stilettos. I fixed my hair in a neatly place messy bun, and put a necklace and watch on. After I was done getting ready, I texted my best to let her know I was ready.
After she scooped me up, we headed straight for the club. “So- are you excited!” she asks excitedly. I sighed, “You know I don’t do clubs…however someone has to keep you safe.” She looked at me, bursting out laughing. “You? protect me? I already have so many body guards following me- and besides, I want you to have fun okay.” she cooed. I sat back, sighing even harder.
Before I knew it, we arrived at the Club. It was a grand building, which made me wonder, [Is it a Nightclub.. or a Ballroom..?] I’ve never been to one… so I wouldn’t know. But anywho, we parked, and entered. As soon as we walk in- the smell of liquor and loud music music greets me. As I looked around, it kind of reminded of like- a very party like ballroom. Everything was fancy, letting me know I definitely didn’t belong here. I already wanted to go back home… but I pushed through. I haven’t been out in so long… and this was my chance to enjoy myself. My bestie grabbed my hand, pulling me around through a large croud of people, and Finally, we hit this private area. The entrance had large doors, carefully embroided with what seemed like expensive leather. It wasn’t long before I knew that this was definitely the…
“Welcome to Our VIP section.” a voice says, opening the large doors. I should’ve already knew, but It was still a bit of a surpise to me. And not only that, my heart was racing. I was hoping and praying that wasn’t too underdressed. We walked in, the escort leading us to a table. I felt relieved after finding out that I honestly blended in with everyone else. I sat down, awaiting for what was next. “So, i’m gonna go find this idol- and you just relax okay!” she rushed. “O-okay, don’t go too far!” I replied. She then nodded and went on her way. A waiter then came over to me, asking me if needed anything. Since I was here, I may as well make myself comfortable.
After about half an hour sitting, I ate a couple things and got on my phone. Scrolling through some reels, I heard a voice call out to me. I look up to see a man, well dressed with a nice slick hairstyle. He sat down next to me, and started making small talk. “So, how much… for just one night?” his hungry stare, moving up and down my body. “Uhhm..” I say, crossing my legs, putting my hands over my lap. “What do you mean sir?” I give a nervous chuckle. He leaned over to my ear, and whispered “How much to fuck you all…night…long..” I cleared my throat, getting up suddenly. I couldn’t believe this man had the audacity to ask me that. I sped walk in the direction of the bathroom, hoping the man would not follow me. Sure enough, he was behind me. I panicked, quickening my pace. I try to lose to him, leaving the VIP section. I wonder around the building, looking for my best friend but she was nowhere to be found. Unfortunetely, I run into the man, running to find anyone who would help. “YOUR GOING TO REGRET THIS- COME HERE!!” He shouted at me. After realizing no one was in the halls to help me, I ran into the first room I could.
I bursted into a VIP room, that had a man and three body guards in it. I fell to my knees, putting my hands together in a prayer position, letting all my tears fall. “P-please help me!!” I cried, watching the guards run to me. “Wait.” the man sitting said. I couldn’t see his face, only his clothing, as to which he had on a animal printed button up, with black slacks. Just when i felt at ease- the man that was just chasing me, bursted through the doors. “YOU WHORE- YOU’LL PAY FOR MAKING ME RUN!!” the man shouted at me, attempting to grab me, but got stopped by the guards. “What are- GET OFF ME YOU FOOLS! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” he snatched his arm back, yelling. With a quiet swiftness, the mysterious man then snapped. With distinct order, they followed the command. They grabbed his arms, carrying him out. As soon as the man was out, I cried, bowing my head on the carpet. “T-thank you” I sobbed, wiping my tears. I’ve never felt so appreciative in my entire life. “Are you alright?” the man question. I nodded, saying “Yes.. Thank you…” finally standing up. “Good. cause that’s gonna cost you.” He said coldly. He then snapped again, making the guards leave the room. I just couldn’t get a break. I stood still, watching as he got up and walked over to me. I flinched, as he sqautted and grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. I didn’t get a good look at his face before, but now- his face was clear as day. “You belong to me now.” He said lowly, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. I quickly fell back, scooting away. “W-what?!…my life was in danger- you didn’t have to save me!” I shouted. He chuckled, running his hair back. “But I did.. so now you owe me…” He said calmy, getting up and walking over to me. He then grabbed my arm, picking me up and dragging me over to the love seat. He set me down, planting his hands on the seat on both sides of me, looking me in the eyes. “Either you give…or i’ll take it from you.” as his terrifying breath fanned my face, a tear couldn’t help but roll down my cheek. My night just couldn’t get any worse.
⋆ To be Continued…
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CORRUPTION (MARVEL AU)
PAIRING: Son of Stephen Strange!Lee Heeseung x Son of Wanda Maximoff!M!Reader
GENRE: Angst
WARNING: NO INFORMATION USED IN THIS FIC IS CANONICALLY TRUE. IN THAT SAME MATTER, THIS IS TO INFORM YOU THAT EVENTS USED IN THIS FIC IS PURELY FROM THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION. IF SOME IF THE EVENTS HAPPENED TO BE TRUE, IT IS GENUINELY OUT OF PURE COINCIDENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
SUMMARY: You, just like your very own mother, was in doubt you have lost her.
(P.S. THIS WAS TAKEN AFTER THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS)
Just as the heroes and heroines of the scene took flight to vacate the now collapsing sacred ruins burying and taking your mother along with it, your lips separated from each other from the shock, a hand covering over your mouth as your eyes started to water caused by the scene that is breaking your heart into tiny little shards. "No..." You let out in a low voice, voice hitching from your choked back sobs.
You had expected for your mom to change, even if you were just hiding in the background careful not to be found by her. It was you planning the whole ordeal to stop your mother, but in turn had her killed for the sake of saving the others and due to her own guilt.
You couldn't let yourself believe that you have lost your mother. You knew she would have done something to rescue herself. You knew your mother better than anyone else does. You flew yourself up to the very peak of the ruins, hoping to find your own mother there, searching high and low, around every rocks and rubbles, but to no avail. You tried to clear the ruins from the fallen debris, but there was still no sign of your mother. "No, no, no! MOM!" You called out in tears, hoping for your plea to be heard. "Where are you?" You cried out, tears falling from your round E/C orbs.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't at all what you have planned. You had only helped them push through, enough to get the group close to your mother to stop her. But, they.. THEY had to take advantage of your help. That's right. This is all THEIR fault. They have to pay for what they have done. You'll show them just how reasonable you can get.
It was just like any normal day in school for Heeseung who was a college student majoring in Arts under one of the prestigious schools in the country, Heron High. No one knew who his father was, but he was admired by a lot of people considering his wits and reputation in school being the smartest person in school and of course, the most handsome.
It could have been totally a normal day, if it weren't for the loud explosion inside the school, the whole campus breaking into a loud commotion before he heard a voice. "Bring me, Strange's son!" Your voice boomed through the thick walls of the hallways, scaring everyone in your way glaring at anyone who tried to talk rather than bringing you what you wanted.
"That's me." A voice took your attention, the crowd making an opening for you to see Heeseung as they all started to run and scream knowing exactly where this was to go. "Am I the one you're looking for?"
Your eyes scanned him from top to bottom, all the while fixing the wall behind you that you have used to break into, slowly hovering back down to the ground approaching the taller male. You scoffed at him, one side of your lips lifted upwards. "Not gonna lie, thought you'd be less good looking than your adoptive father, but it looks like your face was overwhelmed by beauty. I couldn't take my eyes off of it." You said all in one go, not giving Heeseung the chance to speak when he opted to rebut. "Listen here, son of Strange. I'm going to try and make this simple." You told him, eyes turning a fiery red color taking them from your mother's, head tilted to the side as if to taunt the other male and with a flick of your wrist, the world have stopped turning, the students pausing from sprinting midway as the clock forgot to tick, the time seemingly growing tired from running.
"What do you want, M/n?" Heeseung growled in frustration, despising you with every ounce of his existence. Heeseung was never a huge fan of you, nor your mother. Knowing that the two of you were only up to no good just to get the things they wanted.
To say the least, you were shocked by the fact that Heeseung knew you when you still haven't even introduced yourself to him. In addition to that, you never even showed yourself to them. Only hiding behind everyone's shadows, taking care of the destruction your mother created, but right now you'd love to be just as destructive as your mother. "It's nice of you to let me know that I can skip the introductions. I'm glad you've heard of my name."
"There's a whole chapter dedicated and written all about you and your mother in the Dark Hold." Heeseung replied, you turning your body around to face him with a sinister smile on your face.
"So, you've held the book before?" You questioned him, Heeseung trying to save himself from the slip of tongue, but it was useless only sighing in defeat which in turn made you feel satisfied. "So, you're starting to think like mother."
Heeseung glances angrily at you, holding himself back from pouncing at you right this second. "No. Unlike your mother, I was able to avoid the temptation and corruption it held." Heeseung realizes you were trying to stall him, his blood boiling hotter. "What do you even want?"
You chuckled darkly at his question, before vanishing from his sight, reappearing right by his side. "I really don't want much, Heeseung. I just want you to repay for the damage you have done to my mother." You told him, dragging your fingertips along the line of his shoulders. Heeseung feeling himself get goosebumps under your touch. "Your father... and his 'friend', well I lost my mother because of them. Wouldn't it be just fair if they lost something as precious?" Heeseung clenches his fists in anger, gritting his teeth. "Oh, no, no. No need to be so agitated, Heeseung. I have a good heart and for whatever am I to do, I have a good reason behind it."
"If you have business with me, just say it. Stop straying away from the topic." Heeseung stated out with clenched teeth, your eyes catching sight of the historical artifact that was hanging by his neck. A smirk appears once more on your face, dashing forward towards him, taking interest on the item
"You have a nice necklace." You told him, effortlessly taking it off from him. "Would've thought this would have been gone already." You said, Heeseung late to realize that he no longer had the artifact on him until he caught sight of you holding it in a distance from him.
Heeseung felt a faint feeling of panic as he checked the area where the Eye of Agamotto was once, letting out a soft 'no' before he glared into your back, knowing better than to chase after you. "Give that back."
You were caressing the artifact before rolling your eyes and without closing the few meters between you two, you placed it back on his neck whilst you crossed your arms. "Psh, Heeseung. You get so worked up so easily." You chuckled. Though you didn't know a lot about Heeseung, it was still fun making fun of the latter. He was so hilarious, in your opinion with the reactions you receive. "You know, I had owned once an artifact almost similar as yours. I gave it to my mother to help her find my brothers, but I lost them all at once. Poof." You laughed softly, Heeseung's brows knitting together in confusion, wondering what that artifact you were talking about could have been.
Heeseung tried to solve the puzzle together, putting two and two together using the clues he got from you. As he did, his eyes suddenly fell unto your fingers that had already faded black due to the corruption caused by the only known artifact to have this type of influence to its holders. "The Dark Hold..." He whispered to himself, but, although his voice was almost as loud as a thought, it was still audible enough to be heard by you, clapping your hands in congratulatory for Heeseung was able to answer your obvious riddle. "But, how... how were you able to get a hold of it? It was under high security! It.. it—"
"Oh, honey. You didn't think you were the only one capable of stealing the Dark Hold, right? And I hope you haven't forgotten," You fauxed a concerned expression, holding your hand up, twirling a finger that projected a vision of what you've seen so far after Westville. "Your place is not the only source of the book, Heeseung."
Heeseung stammered, attempting to rack his brains out for any possible ways why you were able to travel to other universes. For all he knows, it is most certainly prohibited to be taught when it comes to magic. "But, how? Magic wielders are not to be able to—"
"Enough questions." You cut him off, casting a blast of psionic ball towards him, hitting him right on his stomach throwing him back a few yards, his back hitting against a wall. You closed in on him in a haste, a red shadow of mist following upon your wake, wrapping your hand around his throat, gripping it tightly. "You're eager to know a lot, huh? Color me impressed, but why don't I show you instead? It'll be more fun." You laughed manically, before you flew yourselves up to the air, all the while Heeseung tried to get your grip away from him.
You smiled wildly upon arriving at your destination, landing to the ground with a blast of magic. "This is where I used to study my magic," You told Heeseung, feeling his throat sting from your strong chokehold. "Home." You let out before the two of you were clouded over by a mist in crimson color as everything starts to move into place, Heeseung startled by what was suddenly happening, turning cautious and alert.
A visualization of what was once a happy household taking the place of the torn down abode you called home. "We used to be a joyous family back in my universe. Billy, Tommy, me, and Mom. We were so happy, but I grieved the loss of my father while everyone had easily moved on and wanted to bring him back." You started to tell him your story, watching the visual of a shadow following your story through the command of your fingers, treading the air as though playing with a puppet with one hand. "So, I asked for consultation from Aunt Agatha who introduced me to the Dark Hold. Aunt Agatha wasn't mean back home. She helped me. She taught me how to move from one universe to another."
"How? Even with the Dark Hold, you can't possibly learn how to do that. You're only guaranteed to be able to dream walk and possess—"
"Advanced Magic." You replied to him, suddenly a feeling of regret and guilt, telling you to stop all this nonsense this instant hit your nerves, overwhelming your thoughts. "And just like Chavez, there's only one of me." Your voice faded to a sullen tone, head hanging low as the mist is sucked back into you, eyes turning glossy from the pain.
"You don't know that." Heeseung's gentle voice spoke to you.
"Yes, I do, Heeseung. I've been to every universe in search of my dad, but couldn't find a single clue of my other selves' whereabouts." You replied to him, unable to face him due to fear of being embarrassed for showing your vulnerable side to him. "I'm not the type to easily quit... well, at least that's what I always said to convince myself and deceive me."
Heeseung wasn't exactly sure whether this was just for a show or this was part of your plan. After all, you were the son of the Scarlet Witch. If he knew anything, Maximoffs are known to be great tricksters as told to him by others, but whether or not you were merely acting he couldn't bare the sight of it and ran up to you to give you a hug.
You flinched in surprise, before you melted into his embrace, using his shoulder to cry into. You didn't know why Heeseung would trust you that so easily. Especially with the way you treated him. No one would ever dare to befriend a harmful and discord inducing living creature. You needed this, nonetheless.
After a few seconds, when Heeseung felt like you were feeling alright already, he pulled away from you to break the hug wiping the tears from your eyes. "Are you feeling better now?" He asked you as you nodded your head in reply quietly, Heeseung acknowledging your answer and smiled. "Hey, why don't I help you find your mother? My father has only been telling me bad things about your family. Maybe if I joined you, I could get to know you better."
A smirk fell upon your lips, watching the now corrupted artifact hanging by Heeseung's neck shine red. Ribbons of the same color swirling around the Eye of Agamotto, invisible to Heeseung's eyes. The tips of Heeseung's fingers taking a similar color to yours, which made you believe your plan had worked, then nodding your head at Heeseung. "That would be lovely."
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[어떤 일이] 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠
Masterlist
➪°°°☁︎☆- 2 Kingdoms, 2 Kings, 2 Queens, 2 Heirs, and 1 Forbidden Love. 'Whatever happens' to them when they fall inlove with the Rivalry still going?
Pairings: Rival!Prince!Nishimura Riki 🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ Princess!Reader
Genre...Royal, Fluff, Angst, Rivalry
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Swearing, Kys & Kms mentioned, Crazy Fan
Taglist: [Open][Send ask or answer this form]
@flower0930 @forever-in-the-sky2
Status; Incomplete
Featuring: Enhypen, Le Sserafim's Yunjin and Chaewon, TxT's Taehyun and Beomgyu, Ive's Wonyoung, P1Harmony's Soul and Keeho, Skz's Felix and Hyunjin, and BTS
Playlist: Here
Profiles... 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006
Chapters...
001- Kingdom of Solaíre
002- Kingdom of Risqué
003- Operation Ynki gc
004- W Rizz tbf
005- Who tf is Topher?
006- Protests? What
007- Treaty Signing?
008- KYS
009- Princess Y/n will be a Nishimura?
010- Que? Y/N es mi esposa😍
Tba...
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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍
Night Creatures [hc]
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 demons, vampires, and werewolves, we know them as evil bloodthirsty creatures but many of them also have a good side and these are the stories of how you meet them, mainly in a not really good way.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 au. fantasy. angst. little bit crack
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 enhypen x gn!human!reader
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 1.93k
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 mentions of blood, death, a little bit suggestive, maybe angst, mentions of sleeping together (nothing happens bc I'm still a minor)
𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐔'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 this was my first hc so don't be too strict with me. I also want to write some one-shots about the hc so please look forward. I'm also really sorry that I haven't posted in a while.
𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆⛓️
He is like satans son and just showed up in your room when you "accidentally” summoned him
You knew that this was not a good idea, but you still did it
so you found a book about summoning demons in the library and borrowed it
when you were back home, you began the little ritual and read the spells which were written in Latin
first, it happened nothing
then, it began to storm, the candles were blown out, and lightning lighted up your dark room
suddenly it was quiet again
after a few minutes, a soft but harsh voice began to speak
"what do you want from me?"
you were shocked
you didn't know what to answer, and the boy got slightly annoyed
"you summoned me, so tell me how I can help you."
okay look, maybe that was a little problem, bc you were 90% sure that this wouldn't work, so you haven't thought of smth you wanted from the demon
"uhh"
"so you summoned me just for fun, and you don't have a "wish", huh?"
I mean, he was kinda right
"look if you don't have something, I can just take your soul with me, but I'm not going back without anything."
"my soul?!"
"yeah, that's how it works."
to be honest, you kinda forgot about that part
he probably saw your face and made an offer instead
"I actually always wanted to live in the upper world like a human."
and from this moment on, the demon lives with you, till you have a "wish" or the demon wants to go
and just saying that he is a really good roommate
𝐉𝐀𝐘⛓️
incubus
sleeps with women to survive
he hates it
like he loves the feeling but not the aftereffect and the meaning for him
but he wouldn't say no to an ons
until he met you
you saw each other first at a party of a friend
you just wanted to learn more about jay
jay thought that you wanted to sleep with him
so you had a really awkward conversation
bc he told you that he doesn't want to sleep with you
and you just were like bitch are you being fr i never said i want to sleep with you either
jay would've never thought of being rejected so it kinda hurt his feelings
after that party, you two hung out more with each other and you actually caught feeling for each other
but no one wanted to admit it
jay bc he was still an incubus
and you bc you thought he was still an absolute jerk
after a few months, jay couldn't hold back his feelings anymore and asked you out
when you two were officially dating, he told you about the incubus thing
at first, you thought it was a joke
i mean who wouldn't?
but jays expression stayed serious so you started to believe him
and when you realized what he actually said, you freaked out
𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄⛓️
werewolf
he was actually born as a werewolf
beta probably next alpha
he met you on a full moon night
you were going for a night walk with your dog in a forest near your home
jake was in this forest too but not for the same reason as you
even though he was born a werewolf, he couldn't fully control his transformation yet
so you were walking through the forest when suddenly your dog became nervous. He started to bark and finally ran away
you tried to run after him but he already disappeared deeper into the forest
out of nowhere, you heard twigs cracking and a rustle in the bushes
you looked around with fear
"you shouldn't be alone in the forest on a full moon night."
a boy said with gritted teeth. He was covered in sweat and had dark circles under his eyes
your dog was right behind him
you heard smth cracking, it sounded like bones were cracking
"You should go now."
"Why?"
"I said go!"
the boy looked at the ground and when he lifted his face again his eyes were shining yellow and a rumble came out of his chest
now you began to worry more and started to run away, the mysterious boy right behind you
you ran through the forest to your house and thought you had left the boy behind
when you came home, you quickly went inside and locked the door behind you
tears were falling down your face and you gasped for air
a knocking was heard from your door and you ran up the stairs
from now on you were sure that you will never ever go out on a full moon
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍⛓️
vampire
he saved you
and then he wanted to suck the blood out of your body
you were walking from the grocery store back to your house
as you were pushed into a dark alley and pressed to a cold stone wall
in front of you was an older man in his forties, probably drunk
you wanted to scream, but nothing came out of your mouth
suddenly a voice was to hear
"piss of! I think she is a little bit too young for you."
but the man didn't move
"I said go away!"
now the boy walked up to you
he hollowed out and slapped the man in the face so he ran away
you looked into the boy's face and saw red glowing eyes
after a few seconds, the boy started to smile smirk, and you could see the sharp teeth in his mouth
now you were a little bit scared
"I just saved you from this old man, so you should do me a favor."
the boy walked closer to you
"maybe I can try a bit of your blood."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Are you sure?"
the boy showed you his sharp canines, and you were in disbelief
a vampire
"you should keep quiet. I don't want to rip open your carotid artery."
the vampire came closer to your neck and was ready to bite
but you moved your neck fast from his mouth
the boy looked disappointed
"If I can't drink from you, then you have to give me your number."
you shook your head in scepsis but still gave him your number
bc rather that than dying at this moment
and now you are texting with than mysterious boy who wanted to drink your blood
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎⛓️
banshee
being a banshee is hard
Sunoo hears voices all the time
yk lydia martin? Yeah it's almost the same
so he also saw you dead
you were his classmate, but you never talked to him
sunoo still liked you and had a huge crush on you tbh
he liked you bc you were the class president and an absolutely kind person
the banshee didn't want you to die, so he did the only right thing for him
telling you, you're about to die
and this was rule number 1 for a banshee, never tell anyone that someone will die
when you heard it from sunoo, you began to laugh
you just found it funny when the person you had writing class with, told you that he saw you dying
and when he started to scream, you thought he was a psychopath
"I just want to help you, y/n!"
"Why should I believe you?"
"If I tell you that mr. baek will die tomorrow, would you believe me?"
mr. baek was your math teacher, he was an old man in his sixties, but he seemed like he was a hundred
it was impossible, so you shook your head
"Look! I can't prove it to you, so please just believe me and let me in
you still thought that he was lying, but you still let him in your house
sunoo told you everything about that banshee thing
after a few hours, he was about to go home, and you suggested to walk with him to the next bus stop
but when you were about to cross the road, a car has driven towards you at full throttle
sunoo was already on the other side, but when he saw the car, he ran towards you and pushed you out of the way
when you saw your life passing by your inner eye, you began to kinda believe him
𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍⛓️
fallen angel
kicked out of haven bc of several reasons
one reason is that he made a pact with the devil bc he fell in love with a human but it was forbidden for angels so he asked if he could live as a human for a few months
Then he accidentally killed the girl :D
God was not very happy
so he sent jungwon to earth
and tbh jungwon did not want to disappoint the big boss
he really missed the heaven
till he found you
you knew him for a few months now and you were in a happy relationship
ofc you didn't know about his little secret
hid his wings in a secret room in his flat
kinda like lucifer
I mean it was evident that you would find them sooner or later
and you just wanted to play hide and seek when you saw them
you searched for a place to hide when you saw that room you've never seen before and thought that would be a great hideout
the door was open so you slipped in
the room was dark so your eyes needed a moment to adjust
when you were able to see again you looked around and couldn't believe your eyes
that the room was dark was incorrect because when you took a closer look you saw a light in the middle of the room
the light was illuminating big white wings which looked really expensive
you wondered why your bf would own smth like this
you couldn't remember he was a cosplayer
"YN were are you"
"I'm here"
jungwon followed your voice and had a really bad feeling about the direction he was going
when he reached you he began to stutter a bit
"I-I can explain"
𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈⛓️
black magic witch
he is in a coven of natural witches but always wanted to try black magic
so he bought a black magic book from the voodoo market
he also has a few voodoo dolls in his room now
no one in his coven knows about this
he teaches himself black magic
Riki tried to learn a new spell and ended up in your house
at this moment, you were in the kitchen and tried to cook smth when you heard a high scream
you turned around and saw a tall boy standing in your living room, just wearing black
tbh he looked like a 6ft emo titan
you also began to scream
after a few seconds, the boy stopped screaming and looked around
"where am I?"
"who are you?"
"I'm riki. Who are you?"
"Why do you care. You just broke into my house!"
"I didn't!"
the boy told you that he couldn't remember how he ended up here
a few days later you saw that boy again in the mall, you got to know him better and slowly started to become friends
but riki said nothing about that witch, black magic thing
several months had passed when you heard a fast knocking on your door
when you opened it, you saw Riki heavily breathing
he looked tired and upset
"hurry up! we have to go. My coven is searching after us."
#ficscafe#enhypennetwork#enhypen#x yn#sunghoon#jungwon#vampire#dark fantasy#werewolves#witches#nishimura riki#ni ki x reader#jake enhypen#sim jake#heeseung#kim sunoo#enhypen sunoo#sunoo x y/n#banshee#fallen angel au#enhypen jay#ni ki#jay park#incubus#demon au#oneshot#angst#fantasy#headcanon
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Interlude — Enhypen Fantasy Scenarios By Luisa
I Buried My Voice For You — Lee Heeseung
Pairing : artist – heeseung x reader – siren
Espousal : "We were stars. We were music. We were time."
Note : every sirens in this series have eyes like amethyst gemstone. they are very short-aged creatures because of their mystic specialities.
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Enraptured by you
episode 2 ━ I will keep loving you even if the sky falls
episode 3 ━ I buried my voice for you
Enchanted — Park Jeongseong
Pairing : marquess – jay x reader – witch
Espousal : "I will break this spell. I won''t let you murder me."
Note : every witch in this series are immortal and have eyes like color-zoned tourmaline gemstone.
*Marquess is a way to call son of Duke.
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Cursed
episode 2 ━ Enamored
episode 3 ━ You are the cosmos
Alleviation — Shim Jaeyun
Pairing : human – jake x reader – fairy
Espousal : "Seems like you've had to greet me with goodbye once again."
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Fairyopolis
episode 2 ━ Watch me turn your mind into my home
episode 3 ━ Layered memories
Angel's Flower Garden — Park Sunghoon
Pairing : crown prince – sunghoon x reader – fallen angel
Espousal : "Bury me up in the mountain, under the shade of a beautiful flower. And the people who shall pass will say: what a beautiful flower".
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Honeysuckle
episode 2 ━ Hyacinth
episode 3 ━ Primrose
Eternal Eclipse — Kim Sunoo
Pairing : dark fey – sunoo x reader – crown princess
Espousal : "You stole what was left in my heart and now I have lost you forever".
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Sunshine
episode 2 ━ Moonlight
episode 3 ━ I wish I was the monster you thought I am
Serenity Castle — Yang Jungwon
Pairing : angel – jungwon x reader – human
Espousal : "Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?".
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Luminous entity
episode 2 ━ Comfortable silence
episode 3 ━ Love actually
Sincerely yours — Nishimura Riki
Pairing : human – niki x reader – dark fey
Espousal : "Your friendship can't satisfy me, I want your love but you say I can never have that."
coming soon
episode 1 ━ Observance
episode 2 ━ You are the reason
episode 3 ━ Begin again
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Whoo hoo lets goooo!
Warnings: stalking, breaking entry, kidnapping, mentions of murder and torture, bullying, harassment, tormenting, indications/implications of rape, detaining, cursing, subtle groping, main character touches themself....i think that's it. let me know if i missed something.
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“Yeah, I’ll get a large Americano.”
“Will that be all for you?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s the name for the order?”
“Heeseung.”
Unfamiliar with the cultural sense behind his name, the barista displayed a slight look of confusion, while blushing at how handsome he looked as he swiped his card. “He-…..Hee….how do you spell it?” she asks.
“Here.” Taking the cup and the marker out of her hands, all in a rather sudden manner and startling the poor girl, Heeseung took the cap off with his teeth, gently gripping it in place between the two rows of his pearly whites as he drafted his own name on the transparent cup, before issuing it back to the barista. Taking it gently, she blushes even more than before as she looks up and notices that the cap was still in the grip of his teeth, yet his eyes were fiercely wide and somewhat eerie. She became speechless and merely nodded.
“I…um…..we’ll have that ready for you shortly.”
Opening his eyes wider for just a second, he turns his face to the side and spits the cap out harshly as it lands out on the floor. “Great.” He scoffs as he walks over to the side and leans back against the wall of the waiting area.
Standing with his arms crossed, he stretches his neck out as he gleams down from beneath his black baseball cap. With a white tee and a pair of straight jeans, the man’s frame could be made out just slightly as his muscle definition peered through the material of his shirt, yet it was loose enough to remain subtle in its display of his body. He was tall and looked incredibly intimidating. With only the hue of purple in his hair, peeking out from below his baseball cap, no one else dared to look long enough at the man’s face, for the moment he tilted his head back and showed off his shiny beaded eyes, there was an instant chill issued along with his frightening glare.
(Pls ignore the mic. This picture was too fitting bc…well…arms. That’s why.)
“Stop it, please!”
Turning his head over, he witnesses a pair of brute college boys, along with a woman who seemed to be of the same age, all harshly grabbing and pushing a frail girl inside the café.
“Please I told you….I don’t have money.”
“Bullshit.” The female spatted. “Now, you know our favorite drinks, so get in line and get us our drinks.”
“But…I’m not lying. I hadn’t gotten paid yet, and you took the last of my money…..please. I’ll buy you lunch and coffee as soon as I get paid.”
“Noooo…you can order the drinks, and if you’re really broke then you can stall up the line and maybe make a scene, to distract everyone, so we can go to the counter and take the mobile orders waiting for pickup.”
“Please don’t….I can’t……”
Grabbing the girl by her arm, the much dominant female drags her inside the ladies restroom. The two brutes make their way over to a seated area as they wait.
A few moments went by, and the pair emerged out, only this time, Heeseung noted a change in the submissive female’s hair.
With the short and neat bob cut that she had adorned, with her bangs trimmed right above her brow, he gained a vantage point of the view firsthand, all thanks to his height. There, the poor girl stood with the very top of her head displaying a most unflattering hair style. The top layer of her hair nearly all gone, burnt off, with only an inch length that spiked right up towards the ceiling from lacking length and flexibility.
Flickering a lighter repeatedly and blowing over the top of it, the dominant woman slyly walks over to meet with her two friends, smirking as she takes pride in her work. Heeseung continued to watch, and glared as the three sat at the table, all watching the poor girl as she stood with that atrocious look. With tears streaming down her face, she merely took in her breaths as she stood, trying to gain composure and abide by the trio's demand.
He hated those types of people……the weak…the ones that allowed themselves to be pushed around, never doing anything to strengthen themselves. How annoying. The only thing he hated more than those types, were the spoiled, the sullied, the rich and the greedy, the ones that looked down on the weak and the useless and abused their families influence.....like the three at the table. In fact, he hated them so much......he enjoyed using his toys on them whenever he found himself triggered.
Grabbing his phone, he initiates a conversation with someone…..
Inserting the phone back in his pocket, he turns back to look at the victim, who remained standing a few feet away from the entrance, quietly and faintly sobbing.
“For crying out loud…just get out. The door is like…right there, girl.”
Mentally irked at how the girl remained frozen still, he drafted up the energy to set aside his annoyance and was prepared to confront her on his own and force her to leave, saving her the harassment by the ruffians who clearly made a habit of tormenting her. When all of a sudden…..
"Welcome to *name of your favorite cafe*." the baristas all greet as the young woman enters through the door.
Walking in to the setting, you donned a pair of black leggings with a black low crop, long sleeve to top to match, along with a green baseball cap that kept all your hair bundled up. Entering, you noted the frail stature of the girl before you, yet it hadn’t been apparent that she was upset until you went to walk pass, trying to make your way in the line. Once you were side by side with the younger and much shorter girl, you glanced over and paused in your steps, noting the streams down her cheeks. Taking a closer look, you saw the terrible cut she had on the top of her head, as if her locks were mauled off by an animal. As you observed the top of her head, you smelled the faint scent of burnt hair around her presence.
Overhearing the impudent laughter coming from a table that was across the other side of the café, you looked back at the girl and grew heavy lidded at the sight, unaware that your actions were being watched the entire time, as you had caught the eye of a very intrigued male standing off to the side, a few feet up ahead.
He observed quietly, watching as walked up with grace in every foot step. Your figure was so delicate and divine in the tight athletic wear you donned on, yet your face and hair remained hidden much like his, due to your hat. Yet the moment he saw you look down at the sobbing girl, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly gasped open at the sight that took place when you reached up and gently took off your cap.
Your long hair falls gracefully and dresses the curves and shape of your breasts, your face was both foreign and enchanting, you were the most amazing thing he's ever seen. You gazed at the line up ahead, not even noticing the tall handsome stranger that was gawking at you off to the side; the moment he had cleared vision of your eyes, he was done, he was sold. He was beyond intrigued. He didn’t know what was happening, but there was something growing inside him that never was there, it was a sensation that instilled a craving in his gut.....he wanted to see more.
Despite all the pretty’s he’s had, where so many women who threw themselves at his feet, none have ever caused this stir of echoing emotions that was eating him alive. Each girl he's ever had, all desperate for just an ounce of his attention, would get but one night of pleasure, and experience the cruelty of his selfish nature as he never bothered to call or message any of them back. To him, they were just pretty little things for him to use, nothing more. He never once developed anything beyond the requirements of his sexual and physical needs, and yet here you are....defying the laws of his physics and mentality……so different….so very different.
You took your cap and gently placed it on the girls head, never minding what she may have felt about in concerns to hygiene, yet it would seem that the abhorred haircut was something that took precedence over the matter of feelings, so you went ahead and gently placed it on top of her head and watched as she turned to look up at you, taking in the soft smile you issued back at her.
With a grateful countenance, the girl began to cry once more as she felt overwhelmed by your kind gesture, in which you nodded softly.
“Care to have coffee with me?” You asked the girl.
Nodding rather enthusiastically, she poked her tiny hands through the overbearingly long sleeves of her oversized cardigan sweater dress and reached for your arm. You took her in and wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you held onto your phone and wallet in the other. Walking up to the line side by side, you issued a stern look over to the ruffians that preserved the table, noting the look of irritation in their faces. Despite their abhorrence of the matter, they remained distant and eventually found that you weren’t going to leave the girl’s side, and end up taking their leave.
“Do you need me to walk you home? Bus station? Or maybe to the train?” you asked.
The girl sipped on her coffee drink and began to converse with you, all the while as you two remained seated. Not once did you notice a pair of eyes had remained glued to you, along with an infatuated smirk.
After waiting at the bus station for the girl’s ride to arrive, you bid her farewell and best of luck before heading home, never knowing of the tall, dark and handsome man that inconspicuously followed you.
He remained distant and unnoticed but kept traces on you as you took your turns, crossed streets, and even went into a boutique for just a moment to pick up some hosiery for the young girl. As it turns out, during your conversation with her, you found out that she was attending the same college you had graduated from a few years ago, recalling as she told you that she had just started her first year. The idea of a first-year student being bullied broke your heart, so you figured it would be nice to get her a small gift and stop over at the college to pay her a visit, and check up on her.
“She says she likes to wear skirts and dresses a lot, so maybe I’ll get her some assorted stockings. That might cheer her up, oh and another hat, just until her hair grows back.”
Thinking of the girl, you grabbed and paid for the items, before heading back on route to your apartment. Entering the main lobby of the residential building, you stopped over where the mailboxes were located. Placing in your key, you opened the small latch door and reached into the small square opening in the wall that had displayed your apartment number, located on the tenth floor. Peering in as he enters the lobby, Heeseung places his phone next to his ear, giving off the image that he was engaged in a phone call, all the while he sets his sights on your mailbox from afar, never once breaking his gaze from it. It was hard, since he desperately wanted to continue to watch you, yet it was crucial for him to remain staring at your mailbox, just up until you closed and locked it, before making your way over to the elevators.
Maintaining the stare, he walks over to the corner, eyes never leaving the small square. As he breached closer, the placard could be made out at close sight, it contained your apartment number, your first and middle initial, followed by your last name.
1004 First initial. Middle initials. Last name.
Shifting his sights over to the elevators, he walks over and dings in for the next carriage to take him up to the tenth floor.
Arriving on the top level, he walks through the narrow corridor, one side of it displaying tall windows to view the neighboring buildings and open sky. Following the unit numbers of each door that was distanced out from each other rather sparingly, he reaches the end of the hall and there, the last unit remained, apartment number 1004.
Sensing that you were just beginning your day, given that the time was early in the morning, he walks up to your door and notes the structure and design. It was so simplistic and lacked any sense of safety protocol in its feature, how could someone as wondrous as you be so careless to live in a place without exaggerated safety measures?
……..
Within the hour, you showered, got dressed, and munched on an English muffin along with your morning cup of coffee before grabbing your phone and wallet, heading off to work. With your light raincoat swooped over your arm, you gracefully walked over and dinged in for an elevator to bring you down to the floor level, unaware of the male that was lurking from around the corner, waiting for you to leave your apartment.
He waited for a solid twenty minutes, to ensure that you weren’t going to come back in. After noting the time, he breaches your door once more and reaches up to the top to grab hold of a thin strip of aluminum that he had slid in previously, all while you had been in the shower. Sliding it all the way to the inner corner, he bent to hook it over the top ledge of the top of the frame, so that it would remain in place. Based off his experience, gathered from his years of stalking many victims in the past, he knew, that out of human nature, you would never look up and discover the tool as you locked your door. At the most, a person may set their gaze at eye level as they enter or exit, but statistic will show that hardly anyone will ever tilt their head and look up since their eyes naturally are drawn to the knob as they lock or unlock a door.
Unhooking the aluminum strip from the ledge, he slides the piece as it remains in between the door panel and the frame, sliding it all the way down to the locking mechanism above the knob. From there, a simple turn of his wrist and bending the strip at an angle was all it took for the bolt to click over to the opposite side, unlocking it.
Entering, he noted the smell of lavender and orchid blossoms that filled the air. It was so pleasant and airy, so very fragrant. It was as if he was basking in the foreign fields of orchids and lavender in full bloom. Noting your chic and girlish furnishings, he smirked as he walked past your media stand, admiring the soft beige sectional that adorned your living room. Looking over to the TV, he saw some framed photos of family and friends, some of which had contained you posing with them, in which he would pick up and take a closer look.
“Damn she’s gorgeous…..”
He remained quiet until he cleared the apartment of any other inhabitants; roommates or family that may have been living with you, yet much to his delight, there were none. He then took the opportunity to go inside your bedroom, where your bed was nicely made. Sitting on the edge of your queen size bed, he leans into one of the pillows and takes a whiff of the scent, it had smelled just like your hair. It was of roses and chamomile, something that he never knew he would appreciate so much until now.
Standing up, he walks over to your vanity and notes your perfume bottle on display. Taking it, he releases the cap, and sprays it over his wrist to analyze the ingredients that made up the fragrance. It was a subtle scent, yet fresh with a hint of spring florals and just a tinge of fruity sweetness to it. It was heaven to him. Looking around, he opens up a few of the top drawers and finds exactly what he was looking for, your lingerie.
Noting the amount of lace in your collection, he smirks.
“Huh…..she likes lace….my kinda girl.”
Scouting through, he really wasn’t trying to get a pair of your panties, although the temptation was strong. Instead, what he was looking for was something that wasn’t obviously an undergarment, but something that he could always carry around and pull out of his pocket with ease….something like….
“Hmm….this will work.”
Grabbing on to a pair of lace gloves, he takes the right one and drenches it with your perfume, airing it out as he waves it around for a moment before he shoves it in his back pocket. Closing your drawer delicately, he looks over towards your master closet, and takes a peek inside. He flips the light switch on and smiles at the beautiful display of dresses, both flirty and sophisticated, while also admiring the neat display of folded jeans and tee shirts in the open cabinets decorating the wall. It would so appear, that you had a taste of casual chic fashion, yet had invested in sophisticated and elegant attire for work.
Flipping through all the hangers, his fingertips drag against each fabric, allowing him to take in the sensation of what you wear daily. God…..he wondered how you would look wearing something with frills and lace, or cashmere, or this one, a dress made of satin. Your body was literally the peak of ideal femininity, there was no doubt in his mind that whatever it is you put on, you would look stunning in it.
Walking deeper inside the closet, he notes a framed piece that was set on top of the cabinets, leaned up against the wall instead of being hanged up. It was your college degree, from the same college he was attending.
“Wow….she’s older than I am?”
Despite being in his last year of college, Heeseung was intrigued and grew even more fascinated about you. The fact that you were older, though you looked of the same age as him, even younger in fact, was something that only made him grow more obsessed with wanting to see and learn more about you. He continued his exploration and looked for any indicators of a boyfriend, or perhaps a fiancé. To his surprise, there were none.
“Beautiful girl like her….single? That’s just…..that’s insane…but I’m not complaining.”
Aside from seeing no signs of a partner, he was also delighted to see that you didn’t seem to be actively engaged in sex either, there were no forms of birth control nor were there any prophylactics. To be sure, he searched….thoroughly.
“So she’s a good girl then? Or maybe….she’s one of those ball-busting career types? Either way, I dig it.”
The thought of you preserving your body, how tight your womanhood must be from being untouched for God only knows how long, it greatly.......stimulated him.
After he had his fill in exploring your apartment, he exits and discards the aluminum strip. Taking out your glove, he sniffs it before entering the elevator. From that day forth, Heeseung had eventually found out where you worked, where you did your grocery shopping and found out that the café was your favorite spot every morning after working out, precisely at around 7 am. In between his classes, he managed to go out to ‘check’ on you as you made your way around to various spots for lunch or maybe did some quick shopping and run errands. No matter what time of the day it was, he made sure to see you at least once, making sure you were okay, that you were happy and not in distressed.
“There you are baby…..you seem like you’re having a good day today.”
“Hmm….why do you look a bit ticked off? Who pissed you off today? Fuck I wish I knew….I’d make them regret it…….please smile…smile for me baby.”
“Awww….my girl likes pastries….what are those? Macaroons? You like macaroons baby girl?......When you’re mine, I’ll give you the world and whatever you want. How does that sound?”
With all his mental thoughts on you and the constant check-ups, he fell harder and harder, it was unreal to him. He wanted to know and see more….he wanted to hear more….he wanted more.
His approach was well thought out and planned. You didn’t have to know what he had done in the past…even though he hadn’t dipped into his habits since the day he saw you in the cafe, yet the fact remained that he had a closet full of skeletons that he wasn’t necessarily ashamed of, for all those times it brought him relief and was a reprieve for him. But he didn’t want to scare you…he didn’t want you to know about what he did for obvious reasons. All that mattered now was for you to get to know him….as the man who was falling in love with you, despite you being unaware of his existence.
After weeks of stalking and admiring you from a distance, he figured today would be perfect to put his acting skills to the test and “accidently” bump into you, all in the effort to start up a conversation. From there, he would use his charm and tenacity to get by and push through any barriers you would set up, all so he could get in and make you his. He had everything mapped out in a systematic approach…..but he never got the chance to put it to use.
Watching as you were grabbing coffee during your lunch hour at your favorite cafe, Heeseung remained in his car, ready to step out and put his plan to action, yet took a few minutes to enjoy himself as he nonchalantly rubbed his bulge. Staring at the way you moved, the way you smiled, laughed, walked and admired each building as you made your way inside the coffee shop, you looked far too wondrous for him to not touch himself. Gently rubbing his fingers up and down, he took a series of gulps as he became hot and bothered, faintly panting as he leaned into his seat and watched you delicately swing the door open and entered in the building.
“Oh God…..my fucking girl…just…..who are you?....What are you? Where do you come from? What place exists…that makes someone like you?”
Finding his breath stolen by just the sight of you, Heeseung's mind begins to drift off and he wondered how you must feel with him inside you. How your skin must feel pressed against his, and how you must taste like.
"I bet she tastes like candy.....fuck girl....the things you're doing to me....I just wanna...."
*Ding*
Suddenly, his eye catches on to something that snapped him out of his dazed state of passion. There was something.....someone that taking an interest....with you.
"Who the fuck.....?"
Straightening his posture, Heeseung became overly alert as he witnessed the man's head trailing right after you as you walked in, placing no situational awareness in his setting as he stared at you....hard. Nearby, was female who noted your stops and also followed you closely, while occasionally sending a nod to the large man that seemed to be craving you just as much as Heeseung was. It was evident by the way he stroked his chin and gasped his mouth open, while occasionally rubbing his crotch under the table nearby, licking his lips in the process.
"Mother fucker....."
Cursing himself, Heeseung quickly sends a new text to a friend, one who would be able to help him out in this situation. With his focus on the male perpetrator that was eyeing you down, Heeseung spared no effort in taking his sights off him, leaving the female open and unsighted......but not for long.
……..
Setting his gaze back at the man that eluded manners, ones that Heeseung could easily identify…..the behavior display of stalking and tracking, methods that he himself had used to follow you home the first day. However, unlike Heeseung, the large man was sloppy in his technique. He was following too close and wasn’t at all inconspicuous, instead, he was openly staring, walking behind in short distance, and made no effort to distract his intent by any means. It was as if the man was starving for you to the point where he couldn’t control himself. Had he been watching you the whole time? If so…..how did Heeseung not notice? Was he too enamored by you that he grew complacent of your surroundings?
He watched as you walked back into the building of your place of work. For hours, the man stood off into a nearby alley, lurking in the shadows, occasionally dipping into the cafe and sending out messages. No doubt the recipient was that female accomplice of his. Remaining in his car on the other side of the road across the building, Heeseung watched the man like a hawk, clenching his. If only the man wasn't in a public setting, Heeseung would have followed him back to his residence and took care of him before you would even leave work.
"Asshole......fucking leave her alone....I swear if you touch her...."
Widening his eyes and glaring at the man from afar, Heeseung bit down on his lip, puncturing skin.
Finally, after a long night and putting in some overtime, you walked out with your coat and purse in hand, obviously exhausted from the long day. The sun was beginning to set and the street was remote and nearly empty, with only a couple passing by making their way towards the opposite direction.
Walking on the lone street, with the darkness of the night casting in and the streetlights barely turning on, you minded your own when the sound of a female voice reaches out for you.
“Excuse me, miss?”
Turning around to face the female whose voice was in question; you barely got a response out when a sudden cast of solid darkness clouded your vision.
Eyes widening and his heart getting heavier by each second, Heeseung watched as the man cast an empty sandbag over your head and dragged you away to a nearby car. Muffling your screams and taking advantage of your blinded state, he overpowers your quick and panicked movements as you kicked, screamed, and reached above and over your head, banging his face with a closed fist. You put up a good fight, and for a moment, Heeseung watched and a spark of hope ignited in his heart as he jolted forward in his seat, watching as you laid a good solid hit right on the man's nose.
"Yes baby, just like that.....come on baby....hit him again!"
Yet in the end, the man was far too large and managed to restrain your wrist with a single hand as he fully detained you by injecting your neck with a drug that placed you into a deep state of unconsciousness. All the while, the female accomplice walks away with a smug flare.
"I'll fucking kill you.....both of you."
He could have confronted and taken you away right then and there, if only had it not been the presence of patrol units that came the very moment the kidnapper had tucked you into the backseat of his car, appearing harmless as he gets into the driver seat. With the female accomplice nearby til the very end, appearing to be armed with a hidden weapon in her coat pocket, Heeseung had no choice but to wait out for the perfect moment to strike. As much as he hated seeing you handled in such a way, he knew….that in just a little bit, not only would he take out the pent up anger and rage that formulated after witnessing the display of your kidnapping, but you’ll be able to see that it was him that saved you.
“Alright…fucking piece of shit. Let’s go.”
Trailing the man’s car, Heeseung follows and remained every so vigilant in being undetected.
Arriving at the final destination, Heeseung watches as the man’s car turns into a long and narrowed dirt path, straying off into a massive amount of acreage land. Following behind, Heeseung observed as the man parks in front of an old house, with a pair of windows set on ground level, indicating there was a basement. No doubt in Heeseung's mind, just from his own experience with murder and violence, he knew that the kidnapper would have a set up already stationed inside. Carefully observing as the man took your unconsciously limp body inside in such a haste manner, Heeseung felt his body fueling with chaos and a thirst for blood and torn limbs....he was triggered. His veins no longer pumped blood, it was gasoline....fuel.....fuel to burn the fire within his soul to do the very things onto others that not even the worst criminal could ever think of.
Watching the man's movements, Heeseung’s grip tightened over the steering wheel as he rested his chin in the other, a few seconds, he started to tap his fingers along the lining of the wheel before he got out of his car and walked over to his trunk. Opening it, he takes out a crowbar, one of the very many tools he carried…used for breaking entry or….to instill torturous pain on supple flesh. Walking up to the house, he remained stealth and continued to go unnoticed as he peeked in each window. Just as he suspected, while he investigated the basement, he watched as the man brought you in and tied you to a metal prep table, the same ones frequently used in cafeterias.
The moment the man left the room, Heeseung used the crowbar and pry’s one of the windows open, it was a smaller and slim, rectangular sized window, half the size of the standard measurements. Yet he effortlessly slid in, placing all those years of athletic training and dance practice to good use. Gently closing the window upon entry, he scouts the area, ensuring that it was still clear and no sound of movement could be heard on the other side of the door.
Setting his vision on you, he makes his way over to the table and there, for the first time, he got to admire you up close and personal. He got to feel your breathe brush against his nose as he leans in to take a closer look.
“Oh fuck……” he slightly gasped out. He couldn’t believe his eyes, you were far more enchanting up close, especially since he took note that you didn’t have a face plastered with makeup, you had been walking around this entire time with a fresh and youthful face. Leaning in, he gently nuzzles his nose against your ear, not at all concerned about the culprit that brought you to this horrid place, since Heeseung knew, he could take him with his bare hands alone. He could take on anyone if it meant keeping you safe.....and happy.
Shoving his nose in the nook of your neck, he takes a deep inhale of your scent. You smelled just like your perfume, the one he sprayed on your glove and took with him everywhere he went. Standing back and upright, he releases a deep breath as he gently caresses your face. A soft smile, faintly appears as he strokes your cheek, brushes your hair, and rubs your lips with his thumb.
"Just what am I going to do with you? Hmm?.....My beeeeautiful girl......my pretty pretty girl....my sweet girl. You just have a knack for catching stares.....even from bad guys like me and the idiot that brought you here.....don't you? ......Its not your fault though.....you were born so precious.....you don't deserve to be here....you deserved to be loved...to be taken care of....to be spoiled.....I'll show you what that's like after I take care of him, how does that sound?"
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Twenty or thirty minutes later, you finally woke up. In a panicked state, you looked around and saw that the room was coated with cement flooring, and was stark empty as it lacked any furnishings, aside from the metal table you were on, and a couple of tall metal tool cabinets. Your breathing was steady, you had done right to remain composed as you tried to figure your way out of this mess........but it all escalated the moment your kidnapper walked in.
Hiding behind one of the tall metal cabinets that was a few feet off to the side from the table, Heeseung listened in on everything the man said to you, which further heightened his rage.
“Go ahead you piece of shit….keep talking…keeeeeeep….fucking…talking.”
Noting your breathing increasing to a panicked state, he peeked over around the edge of the cabinet to look at you. The hopeless expression on our face combined with the deep heaves of your chest and your delicate beauty tainted by the fear of the man before you, it all had shattered Heeseung’s heart to pieces.
“I know baby…I know……don’t worry. I’m not going to let him do anything to you. Trust me....I know him better than he knows himself."
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“Oh….I love that look of fear in your face….its the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen…God…you’re perfect aren’t you? And…oh.....keep breathing like that….it makes your breasts look so nice as they rise up. I can't wait to add them to my collection, they'll be my number one."
Hearing the man speak to you in such a manner caused Heeseung to ball his hand into a fist once again. Gripping so tight, his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, slightly breaking skin as the residue of thin blood laid dormant under each finger nail.
“Mother fucker….I’m going to tear your face to pieces.”
Watching as the man scattered around, eventually settling on a reciprocating saw tool, Heeseung watches as the man taunts you, further aggravating his rage.
"Oh you piece of fucking shit...don't you dare..."
"Maybe…since I have a tourniquet here, why don’t I just take a piece off your kneecap…that way it’s not taking too much….I need to preserve you for as long as I can so I can enjoy you….savor the moments. I’ll take off a piece…. stop the bleeding and wait for you to calm down and then we can continue…..how does that sound?”
Flipping on the switch, the man held the tool in a steady grip as he placed his other hand over your stomach, preparing to cut into you.
"Hold still, this will hurt only for a little bit....you'll go into shock and well....you wont really feel much until I cut something else off." The man states while displaying an enthusiastic smile. "I can't tell you how much I've been waiting for this moment.....y/n...."
"That right?....."
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The sound of the motorized tool filled the air, yet it was not accompanied by screams of pain or a torturous laugh. You opened your eyes and saw that someone.....was inside the basement......someone other than you and the man who took you.
Heeseung truly did save you, not only from death, but from things that were far worse than death itself. However, the manner of how he did so was….terrifying.
“Well now….what should I take off first, hmm?” Heeseung remarked, mimicking the man's words used earlier to you, only Heeseung's tone was far more eerie and dreadful.
At that moment, what you saw Heeseung did to that man was the most gruesome display of heroism that you’ve ever witnessed. If you could even call it heroism....considering the turnaround wasn't entirely in your favor. When all was said and done, you watched as he came closer to you, hands coated in blood with blotches of it decorating his neck and chin.
He touched you. He caressed you. He whispered into your ear….it was sickening…yet words and tone was sweet and loving, which on the contrary, it only made you more terrified of him. Just what was his deal? You couldn’t make any sense out of his behavior, because as far as you were concerned, the man was a lunatic, yet the way he acted towards you.....it was sadistically romantic and compassionate.
When the words he coaxed and whispered out of his mouth, you realized.......you were saved by an evil man....by another evil man….
“Let me fuck you.”
Twisting and turning around, you screamed and panicked. “Get away from me! Don’t…don’t! Please don’t!” you managed to turn your body over onto your stomach, gaining full sight of the rope that bound your wrists together. With your chest plastered to the table, you desperately tried to untie your restraints, when suddenly you felt the weight of his body softly pressing against you, completely blanketing you from behind.
“Stop! Get…get off!” you turned your face away to the side as you felt him lean in and nuzzle his nose against your hair. Extending his hands forward, he reaches up and grabs on to your wrists, still tied by the rope. Pushing his weight on you, he caused you to become unstable with your movements, leaving you no slack to move. He remains nuzzled against your neck, breathing deeply, releasing the hot vapors of each exhale onto your ear.
“Calm….down….you need to calm down beautiful.”
Breathing deeply, hysterically sobbing, you somehow found yourself calming at the way he issued his words. His tone was calm yet demanding and firm. Somehow, it gave you a sense that he wasn’t going to hurt you…at least not in the same manner as your kidnapper.....but still…..
“I’m going to take you home……we’ll get you cleaned up, and maybe….talk….for a bit? Hmm?” Pushing the hair away from your face, he places a tender kiss on your cheek. Your breathing began to escalate once more as you felt yourself hyperventilating and the sobbing picking back up.
“Hey-heeeey…..calm……down…..you gotta stay calm baby. I really don’t wanna have to knock you out....especially after you just came back to consciousness.”
Upon hearing his subtle threat, you did your best to compose yourself, and seemingly you had succeeded, despite him continuously burrowing his face against your skin, placing soft and tender kisses onto your jawline, your cheek, and onto your neck. He even spoke out, murmuring as his lips remained in contact with your skin, sending out a myriad of tingles and uncontrollable euphoric jolts that found their way to your core, much to your dismay and disliking, yet you found yourself losing the fight against human nature and lost control of your body. What with him displaying the acts of soft tenderness….saving you from torture and death….and showering you with loving words, how could your body possibly physically abstract from his affection? Mentally you remained resisting, yet even that....was starting to break. Feeling desperate, you figured you would try and reach through to him by appealing to the soft and sensitive side he was displaying….
“Please…..please…….please don’t……if all of what you're saying....is real....then please……let me go…..just let me go home….” You softly spoke out in between each sobbing gasp. You did your best to keep yourself calm.
With a suckling kiss on your neck, the squeezing sound of his pursed lips pulling and sucking on to your skin as he gently pulls away bounces off the stark white walls. “You wanna go home baby?”
Nodding frantically, you started to sob harder but did your best to hold it all in, barely. Jutting out each word between your gasping cries, you responded with “Yes……yes! ….Yes…..I want to go home…..please….please just let me go home…..” the last bit of your words died down to an angelic tone of softness as you hung your head low.
“Okay…..come on baby….let’s go home.”
Shaking your head, your gasping sobs escalated for the last time as you found yourself in a verbal trap. “No! No stop! Let go! Don’t! don’t! doooooon’t…….” taking you, dragging you by the waist while you still remained bound by the ropes, he took you. Your screams echoed thought the halls as he led you out of the house and into his car, where he took you…..’home’.
Authors note: oooooh snap!
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SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and posibily, her past life's lover.
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8 - the new student who wants to learn (7)
Deep in his slumber, Jaan found himself in a twisted dream, immersed in the Silver Millennium. Soldiers of Solari clashed against him, alongside wizards, witches, werewolves, vampires, and fairies of the New Moon. His muscles pulsed with raw strength, his movements as swift as the wind.
But amidst the chaos, his heart ached as he faced Solon, twisted into a corrupted form of his once loyal self, his body transformed into that of a fearsome werewolf. The clash between them felt like a battle against his very soul. Jaan fought to restrain his ferocity, yearning to prevent Solon's demise at his own hands. He strived to find a way to subdue his friend without extinguishing his life.
Each adversary fell before his might, but Jaan's heart weighed heavy with guilt. As the battle raged on, he encountered Solon once more, wounded and surrounded by a gruesome pool of crimson. The sight of Solon's blood-stained fur and the stench of death stopped him in his tracks.
A surge of guilt and sorrow coursed through Jaan. He was overwhelmed by the realization that he had fought against those he cared for, even his closest friend. His hands, once fierce and unyielding, now trembled with the weight of his actions. The realization of what he had done paralyzed him, rending his spirit asunder.
Awakening from the nightmare, his chest heaved with breathless panic. The tendrils of the dream lingered, haunting his mind even in the waking world. His energy felt drained, as if the nightmare had sapped his very life force. Sleep eluded him, the images of battle and his own inner turmoil refusing to relent.
Jaan lay still in the darkness, grappling with the residual emotions of guilt and helplessness. The specter of his dream clung to him like a shadow, and he yearned for a respite from its grip. But for now, he was left to grapple with the remnants of his nightmarish struggle, alone with the echoes of his own inner conflict.
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Embraced in his dreams, Heli found himself in the outer hall of the Silver Millennium, a realm where nobility and power reigned. In his hand, he wielded a sword of Solari make, its blade gleaming with a fierce light. On his other hand, he held the delicate hand of a Lunari princess, their connection symbolizing a bond beyond realms. The air was thick with tension as corrupted humans and vampires of the New Moon sought to breach their defenses.
With every swing of his sword, Heli's heart blazed with determination, his muscles fueled by a mixture of fear and duty. He fought with unyielding resolve, striking down foe after foe to protect the princess he held dear. The clash of metal against metal reverberated through the night, as his devotion was tested against the encroaching darkness.
But as the confrontation intensified, a figure cloaked in the obsidian robes of dark magic emerged. A wicked smile played upon her lips as she summoned an ethereal blade infused with the malevolent magic of the New Moon. Heli's instincts screamed danger, but before he could react, the blade pierced through his defenses and plunged into his heart.
Pain seared through him, and the world spun into an abyss of darkness. His strength waned, and he collapsed, his vision clouding as he succumbed to the overwhelming assault of darkness.
Jolting awake, Heli's breath was ragged, his body drenched in cold sweat. His hand instinctively touched his chest, as if to confirm his heart's beating. An incandescent warmth pulsed through him, as if the remnants of his dream had manifested in reality. Rising from his bed, he stumbled toward the mirror, his heart pounding louder than any battle cry.
His reflection met his gaze, yet it wasn't his own. The hair that cascaded around his face had transformed, its color shifting to a fiery copper hue. Sparks of Sun mana danced along his fingertips, casting an eerie glow. But what truly froze him was the sight of Nyx's visage staring back at him from the mirror, her enigmatic eyes piercing his very soul.
Doubt and disbelief gnawed at him as he questioned the nature of his reality.
Had his dream seeped into his waking life? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?
As his fingers trembled against the cool surface of the mirror, Heli found himself entangled in a web of uncertainty, desperately seeking the truth amidst the shadowy fragments of his own subconscious.
Nestled like a hidden gem amidst the vast expanse of the tranquil sea, the island of Hecatia emerges as an enchanting oasis of beauty and serenity. The very air seems to shimmer with an otherworldly aura, casting a spell of calm and reverence upon all who set foot on its shores. Verdant landscapes and pristine beaches paint a picture of untouched natural magnificence.
Lush tropical foliage blankets the island in a riot of colors, ranging from deep emerald greens to vibrant floral hues. Towering trees with twisted trunks and hanging vines create natural archways, inviting travelers to explore the secrets of the island. Glistening waterfalls cascade down rugged cliffs, their tranquil melodies a soothing backdrop to the sanctuary's atmosphere.
Amidst the verdant sanctuary, a sprawling temple stands as a testament to the island's rich history. This temple, built of age-worn stone, boasts intricate carvings and ethereal symbols that speak of a legacy steeped in mysticism. It is here that the lore of Hecate's reign takes root, a tale of refuge and rebirth for the Lunari people.
In a time of chaos and conflict, as Solari and Lunari clashed in intense battles, the island of Hecatia rose as a beacon of hope for the displaced Lunari. The first reign of Hecate, wise and revered, saw her extend her hand to her people in need. Hecatia became a haven, a safe haven for those seeking solace from the storm of war.
The temple, a sanctuary of spiritual connection, became a gathering place for the Lunari refugees. Here, under the watchful gaze of Hecate, they found respite from the carnage and a chance to heal. The island's natural beauty and tranquil atmosphere served as a balm for their wounded souls, offering them a chance to mend and rebuild.
In the moonlit nights, stories of Hecate's reign and the island's protective aura were passed down through generations. The whispers of the wind seemed to carry the wisdom of the past, reminding the Moon people of their strength and resilience.
As time passed, Hecatia evolved into a living testament to the enduring legacy of Hecate's reign. The island's essence remained intertwined with its history, an oasis of healing and sanctuary for those who sought to connect with their spiritual roots. Visitors still come to this day, drawn by the echoes of the past and the whispers of Hecate's wisdom, to find solace in the embrace of the island's serene landscapes and its timeless stories of refuge and renewal.
And among them was Noa, whose steps were heavy with the weight of lost mana, venturing towards its entrance. A solemn aura embraced the place, as if the very air resonated with the echoes of forgotten incantations.
As he stepped inside, the cool air wrapped around him, offering a sanctuary from the tumultuous world outside. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows upon the walls, creating an almost ethereal ambiance. Noa's steps echoed through the hall, each one a reminder of the journey he was about to undertake.
Just as he entered deeper into the temple, a rustle caught his attention. Turning, he saw Heli and Solon, almost as if they had materialized from the very walls themselves. Heli's knowing smile met his gaze, while Solon's playful demeanor held a hint of mischief.
Solon quipped, "You know, for a place that looks like it's straight from nightmares, this island's got an eerie charm. Wouldn't this be a perfect place to relax with Sooha?"
A quiet laugh escaped Heli's lips as he nodded, a hint of agreement in his eyes. Yet, their playful banter soon dissolved as they sensed the spiritual weight of the place around them.
With a silent understanding, the trio dispersed, each finding a personal nook within the temple's serene expanse. Noa settled in front of an ancient altar, his hands resting on the cool stone as he closed his eyes. A meditative breath ushered him into a state of introspection, where he aimed to reclaim the mana that had been lost and to untangle the threads of his lineage.
Heli's form seemed to blend into the gentle glow of the candles as he, too, sought solace in meditation. His features bore an expression of focused contemplation, as if he were delving into the depths of his soul. Solon, with his innate ease, leaned against a stone pillar, his eyes half-lidded as if he was absorbing the temple's energy.
Amidst the silence and tranquility, their thoughts intertwined like the smoke rising from the candles. The air was imbued with a mixture of solemnity and anticipation, as if the temple held answers to long-standing questions. Noa felt the tendrils of his mana responding to his inner call, returning to him with a comforting embrace.
As minutes flowed into a timeless stream, Noa sensed his roots intertwining with the mana, like old friends reuniting. His questions about his origins and connection to this enigmatic island pulsed like an urgent heartbeat within him.
Suddenly, their individual meditations converged, and the three found themselves united once again. As they exchanged knowing glances, the temple's energy seemed to shift, as if responding to their presence. And then, they encountered her – the enigmatic figure of Professor Enodia, Noa's guide to mystical meditation.
No way, is she really here?
Who is she? Heli asked through his telepathy
Professor Enodia, my teacher from Mystical Meditation!
Oh…
"Good to see you here, Noa. Are those your friends?"
"More than this, teacher. These are my brothers, Heli and Solon."
"Pleasure to meet you, madam." Heli and Solon bowed to the sorceress
"Pleasure is mine, gentlemen."
"What brings you here, madam?" asked Solon
"As every Lunarosian who comes to this temple, we seek guidance for the Lady of Crossroads, to guide us on the path of peace. And this very morning, I had a vision."
"A vision of what, Mrs. Enodia?"
"Visions of rebirth and enlightenment have led me here. Yet, before the dawn of such illumination, an era of darkness and demise shall descend. Be prepared for the trials that lie ahead, gentleman."
The weight of her words hung in the air, infusing the temple's tranquility with a sense of foreboding. Noa, Heli, and Solon exchanged solemn glances, understanding that their paths were intertwined with forces far beyond their current comprehension.
"Do you believe what she said was true?"
"I hope not, Noa, because that sorceress gives me the creeps." Solon answered with a hint of fear in his voice
"Anyway, guys, we can't let anything we saw there ruin our day, because only we can choose whether to let this vision come true or not."
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In the heart of the Silver Millennium's knowledge, Taho, the sorcerer of the Boys of Destiny, at Selene's request, took on the mission of teaching his daughter to control her lunar powers, such a responsibility that neither Taho nor Y/N felt comfortable with. assume it, given the fact that the two maintained a distant relationship with each other, more so on the part of the fairy, who felt intimidated by the displays of intelligence, skill and power that she demonstrated at UVIC. But as time went by, the relationship between the fairy and the wizard gradually lost its strangeness, to the point where they felt comfortable sharing each other's feelings. She was determined to learn from him to amplify her lunar powers, in particular her ability to sense heartbeats with her Moon magic, tied with all the books displayed in these shelters.
"Focus, Y/N. Don't let anything get in the way of your connection to your inner mana. Feel every heartbeat around you and try to locate the book you need." he asked with his serene and ethereal voice
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to follow her mentor's instructions. Her connection to the Moon was undeniable, and she wanted to hone her skill to protect her kingdom. The shadows in the library seemed to dance in response to her concentration.
However, as Y/N deepened her connection to the Moon's magic, something unexpected happened. An intense wind was forming, with all the books flying in a circle around her, so a strong feeling of conflict began to grow within her, an internal battle between her fairy form and her human form. The two voices echoed in her head, enveloped in a wave of platinum blue mana released into the air.
"Please help me!"
"Not you again, you parasite! You can't stop me!"
"You don't understand! I need to leave!"
Taho saw the anguish in her eyes and immediately understood the gravity of the situation. "Don't despair! Take a deep breath and try to stay calm!"
He tried to use her eye mana to copy her magic and cast a counterspell, but Y/N's internal struggle wouldn't cease.
Her brows furrowed as her powers wavered, and a turbulent internal struggle commenced within her. The delicate balance between her fae and human forms teetered on the precipice. Memories surged forth, memories of her mother, Selene, shouting at her after a near-fatal incident saving the Boys of Destiny. The emotions of despair and guilt washed over her, intensifying her internal conflict.
Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to regain control. Her headache flared, the pain radiating from the core of her being. She staggered, overwhelmed by the emotional maelstrom within her.
Panicking, Taho rushed through the palace corridors in search of his mentor, Hecate. His voice echoed through the chambers, calling for her aid. He knew that the turmoil within his friend's magical essence was beyond his expertise, and he needed the guidance and wisdom of Hecate, the venerable guardian of lunar magic.
"Mistress! I need your help!"
"What happened?"
"Is Y/N, she is…"
Worried about the girl's condition, the priestess approached the girl, placing her head on her chest to check her heartbeat, they were beating weakly, but far beyond that she heard Dalia and Y/N vying for control of that mortal body, soon She already knew what to do.
"Is she dead, Mistress?"
"No. Just unconscious, but I can revive her, step aside."
With her arms raised and eyes closed, Hecate summoned sparks of purple mana to invoke yet another spell of hers: Spiritual Reanimation of the Crescent Moon. Placing her palms under the semi mortal's chest, the sorceress applied enough force to release all the concentrated mana and awakened her from her state, widening her eyes and exhaling deeply. Amazed, but impressed by his master's power, her apprentice asked:
"Holy Vahgr, what was this?"
"The Spiritual Reanimation of the Crescent Moon. It is a charm that allows its summoner to awaken unconscious beings, however, it does not revive the dead, as their bodies no longer have the vital force to return to life."
"Impressive."
As Y/N blinked her eyes, her vision gradually became clearer and when she stood up, she saw the wizard and her mentor witch, staring at her with pale expressions of concern, but their faces lit up when they realized that she was alive and responding well to his signals, so Taho approached her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug of relief.
"What… what happened?"
"It's a complicated story, but I can tell you everything."
"Taho, allow me to stay with my niece for a while?"
"Are you sure about this, ma'am?"
"Absolutely, young man. I may have an idea of what is going on with my niece, but I ask that you give us the privacy we need to figure it out."
"Understood. If you excuse me." the wizard bowed and left
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In the silence of the Chamber of Prayers, Y/N sat before her aunt Hecate, worried about her lack of control over her lunar magic. Hecate, the priestess of the Lunari religion, looked her in the eyes with an expression of serenity.
"Y/N, my dear, the answer to your lack of control lies in your connection to your past lives. Close your eyes and breathe deeply. Focus on channeling your lunar magic throughout the chamber."
She closed her eyes as instructed and began to breathe slowly and deeply, trying to calm her mind. As she did so, images of her dreams began to unfold before her.
She saw a tall male figure, belonging to the Solari people, fighting a dark threat involving humans, vampires, witches and wolves corrupted by the darkness of the New Moon. This figure was determined to protect Princess Dalia from the darkness that threatened to cover the Silver Millennium.
However, as the dream images unfolded, her human form and her fairy form began to intersperse, and a sharp pain seized her head. Witnessing that tormenting scene, the Lunarosian priestess already understood what was happening.
"Everything now makes sense, you are facing an internal struggle between your fairy form and your human form," Hecate explained. "They are vying for control of the same body, due to some memories from their past life."
The mortal opened her eyes, with tears of frustration in her eyes. "What can I do to stop this? This pain is unbearable."
"As the Lady of Crossroads to my people, I cannot force you to follow one path, nevertheless, I can offer you two choices. You can renege on the call of fate and risk self-destruction, or you can embrace the lessons of your reincarnation and become stronger through them."
Confused and distressed by her aunt's riddle, she left the Prayer Chamber and returned to her room. She lay down on her bed and entered a deep state of self-reflection, looking regretfully at the Tourmaline Forget-Me-Not, which she had hidden with her magic during the Mystic Meditation lesson.
As she alternated looking at the ceiling and the flower, her mind was flooded with incessant questions that hadn't left her head since the first time she started having these dreams:
What is happening to my life?
What is the reason for such suffering?
Who am I meant to be?
Is all this linked to my destiny?
Then, as if she had read her mind, Avys knocked on her bedroom door.
“Excuse me, Y/N, can I come in?”
Slightly waving her hand, she invoked her magic to open the door and allow Avys to enter, but next to him was Sapphire, and from the disappointment on their faces, she soon realized that her welcome would not be as warm as she had hoped it would be.
"Why are you here?"
"Taho told me about what happened in the library."
"So what? You came to punish me for my recklessness?" the fairy mocked, imitating Selene's tone of voice
"No. I trust you, but I want you to tell me the truth about what happened after my healing ritual, ESPECIALLY about the fight you had with your mother."
The moment Y/N looked into her friend's dark and sad eyes, she understood what it was about, although hesitantly, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sank her nails into her knees, revealing to him everything she wanted to know and Sapphire, after glancing at them, opened her ears to listen to her owner.
A/N: one step closer to what are you all waiting for, I HOPE.
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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 07
SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.
GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.
WARNINGS: expletives, blood, violence.
WORD COUNT: 5.8k
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The events of last night are still fresh in her head. She remembers vividly what happened after she danced with Jake. Above all, she recalls being carried in a bridal style by a pair of strong arms while becoming mildly inebriated from accidentally drinking one of their strongest rums before losing her consciousness.
Her body moves slightly when she reacts to the sensation of a palm cradling the side of her face and a thumb gently caressing her cold cheek, providing her with warmth just by his touch. He has a warmth that is unlike any other and a warmth that she recognises, which stems from his intrinsic power.
Her eyelids flutter open, and in an instant, her eyes meet his almond-hued eyes with radiant gold rims. The emotions in his eyes are as brilliant as the sun, exhibiting an abundance of love and adoration─familiar sentiments that are solely reserved for her whenever he gazes at her.
His perfect cupid bow lips curve into a grin that sends a flutter to her heart, to which she reciprocates with a soft smile. She averts her gaze momentarily from his face. Only then does she realise they are at someplace where there are infinite meadows as they lie next to each other, with his hand remaining on her cheek.
"Hello, love." The mellow tone of his voice intensifies the butterflies swarming in her tummy.
"Jino." She utters his name, making his heart swell with the apparent affection in her voice. Her soft countenance is shadowed by mischief while a grin smears across her pink lips. "Have you been watching me sleep?"
He hums pleasantly in response as he remains caressing her cheek affectionately. "Is it a problem?"
"It's creepy." She scoffs lightly, but the smile on her lips can't fool him into believing her words.
"I know you love it." He scoots his body closer to hers until the proximity between them is almost nonexistent. He grabs her hand tenderly before raising it up to kiss her palm and placing it on his warm cheek right after.
Any traces of mischief on his face are gone, replaced by melancholy, with his gaze on her face, as though he is also memorising her features and engraving them into his mind. His eyes glisten beautifully. "You look as beautiful as the day I lost you, love." The sadness he carries in his tone is raw and almost painful in the way he speaks.
Despite the tears pricking her eyes and how her heart clenches in pain from recalling a certain memory, she manages to smile at him. "Did you miss me?"
"So, so much." His voice is barely above a whisper. He leans towards her face to plant a kiss on her forehead. "My love." He murmurs, trailing his kisses down her cheeks. A teardrop slides down his cheek as he closes his eyes to place a tender kiss on her lips. "My beautiful love." He whispers against her lips.
This time, she doesn't hold back the impending tears. Their lips remain connected, with thousands of emotions pouring into the kiss while their hearts ache the same. As the breeze hits their skin, they slowly pull away, fluttering their eyes open.
"I wish to be here with you forever." He says, cradling her hand close to his chest. "I wish for a lot of things, Lilith."
"As do I." Her lips tremble, and the sight of her face with tears streaming down silently looks devastatingly beautiful in his eyes. "But we can only afford to wish, especially after what we have done."
"Do you regret it?" He asks firmly. "I know I don't."
"I don't know." She sighs softly, feeling his hand squeezing hers in a comforting manner. "Our defiance has led to terrible consequences."
"The curse Astra inflicted upon you," He murmurs solemnly. "and us."
She nods her head, but despite being disheartened, she manages a feeble smile before leaning in to peck his nose. "Thank you."
His cheeks are coated in pink from her initiation of affection. "Why are you thanking me, love?"
"For treating the reincarnated me kindly, especially for the dance." Her chuckles bring a smile to his lips. "I can feel her feelings have shifted towards you."
"I can say the same for Jake." His breathy chuckles make her heart flutter. "I mean, me. Since Jake is me. But I can't deny the fact that my reincarnated name sounds weird to hear."
"How about you get used to it?" She grins, and the playfulness returns to her eyes. "Jake."
He groans, dipping his head into her neck and subsequently inhaling her scent, which makes him calm. "Too weird, my love."
"Jino~ Jake~" She begins to play around, eliciting giggles from the man, who is still burying his face in the curve of her neck while his arm is locked around her waist. Her fingers ascend to his blond locks, marvelling at how smooth they feel. She hums delightfully, leaning down to his ear before whispering, "Jake?"
"Elora." He reciprocates, mumbling against her skin. "I'll call you Elora. It's fair since you kept teasing me."
"I'm already accustomed to hearing that." She retorts, but her voice remains soft, almost lulling him to sleep just by the sound of her voice. But something catches her attention, causing her fingers to cease playing with his hair. "Jino?"
"Yes, my love?"
"You're fading." Her eyes catch the way his figure is starting to fade, almost turning into dust. Pain slithers its way around her heart, squeezing her heart painfully.
"Close your eyes, love." He gently implores, bringing his lips to her forehead and pressing a deep, lingering kiss. "I'll remember you soon. I'll make certain of it."
She closes her eyes almost painfully, swallowing back a sob as his warmth gradually departs her until she feels nothing. Just sheer coldness and the stark reality that whatever happiness she experiences will always be ephemeral.
She weeps silently, holding back painful sobs while she remains lying on the ground. Unbeknownst to her, as she succumbs to the grievance that is enfolding her in its cold embrace, a pair of warm yet strong arms go underneath her body, pulling her out of the grievance as she finds herself being carried in a bridal style.
"I'm here, my rose." His deep, husky voice sends her a wave of consolation while his arms provide her with a sense of security, also leading her to seek solace in his arms. "Don't cry anymore. I'm here now."
"Noa." Her voice sounds slightly hoarse, bringing a frown to his lips. She flutters her eyes open as she looks up to meet his grey eyes. His heart clenches at the sight of her beautiful face being stained by the tears.
He manages a smile, though it is faint. "Let's go for a fly, yeah?" Just as he says that, the huge movement behind his back captures her attention.
She watches as his wings, which seem to be made out of feathers painted coal black with fog emanating, extend out. She has almost forgotten about his fairly large wings, which used to render anyone of a faint heart petrified by the sight as well as his true form.
"Hold on tight to me." He instructs her firmly, yet there is a tinge of softness. She complies, locking her arms around his neck and closing her eyes as she embraces herself for the impact of the departure.
A yelp leaves her lips, startled by the precipitate of the departure, and she can feel the difference compared to when she is on land. On the other hand, he takes a glance down at her with a soft chuckle, finding her reaction endearing. She is just the same as she was.
His wings flap deftly behind him, soaring higher, until he is certain that they are able to view the picturesque meadows while the skies are gradually painted in the beautiful shades of purple and blue as the sun has descended, now welcoming the twilight by the horizon.
"You can open your eyes now." His voice is laced with amusement, which automatically brings a scowl to her face, but nonetheless, she flutters her eyes open.
Her arms around his neck tighten, feeling apprehensive about the fact that she is practically many feet above the ground. But the way he holds her firmly and carefully reminds her that she can trust him.
So she begins to loosen the tension in her body and decides to watch the skies gradually turn dark. A soft gasp leaves her lips as soon as she takes a glance below, admiring how beautiful the meadows are, with varieties of flowers blooming.
"Are you still afraid?" His question pulls her attention away from admiring the overall view as she lands her gaze on his face.
The sound of his flapping wings can be heard while the wind hits her skin. Her eyes soften before she puts a small smile on her lips. "No. Why would I be afraid when I'm in your arms?"
His heart warms at her affirmation. "That's right, my rose. You can always trust me."
Heat weaves across her cheeks at the endearment. "If only the reincarnated me could trust the reincarnated you." She murmurs sadly, her eyes turning crestfallen.
In response, he tightens his arms around her body before he heaves a low sigh. "Me too, but for as long as I'm unable to breach the borders, I'm afraid that the reincarnated me may hurt you, or worse."
"I feel the same way as well." Her beautiful eyes glisten with tears as she smiles ruefully. "Even as we've been reincarnated, we will never have our happy ending."
"Don't lose hope yet, my rose. Please." He whispers dolefully, and the pain in his eyes stabs her in the heart. His eyes flicker down at her lips. "Kiss me."
A shaky breath leaves her lips before she raises her body just slightly with one hand cradling the side of his jaw, using it to turn his head for her to aim her lips at his awaiting ones. The kiss is bittersweet, with tears trickling down their cheeks. He deepens the kiss, savouring it, as he is uncertain if he will be able to kiss her like this again.
"I love you, Lilith." He whispers against her lips, slowly pulling away. The raw emotion in his voice is palpable, one with so much pain that it elicits a soft sob from her. "I love you, even in death."
"I love you too, Noa." Her soft cries make his heart ache tremendously. With his head facing her, he leans in to rest his forehead against hers while he ceases flying, remaining in the sky with his wings flapping slowly. They flutter their eyes close as soon as they feel the familiar sensation that causes them to depart from each other, perhaps forever.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Perhaps it was the strongest rum she drank last night that caused her to feel a hangover, or it was the ambiguous dream she had, but one thing is for sure: she is lacking sleep. For some reason, her temporary handmaiden had awakened her much earlier as the queen requested her presence in one of the rooms in the library.
Elora releases a small yawn as she walks mindlessly along the hallway, the remnants of somnolence still persist in her body. She takes a brief glance at herself in the reflective window glass. The black corset waist pants feel strangely comfortable despite it being fitting enough to accentuate her curves, with the white long-sleeved blouse tucked inside. Her lilac hair is tied in a lovely side braid, with a few strands of her baby hair decorating her face frame.
"Where are you going?" Jake's abrupt presence beside her doesn't even startle her, probably because everything around her feels slow due to obvious reason.
"To the library. The queen has requested my presence." Elora answers him, yawning for another time. She steals a glance at him, noticing how similar his attire is to hers.
"Why?" Jake presses, causing the female to feel slightly irritated by his questions, especially when it's still early in the morning.
"I don't know." She grumbles, while the prince doesn't conceal the fact that he is pleased by how irritated she clearly is. But a certain question lingers in her mind as she recalls something. "Do you know who carried me back to the room after I nearly passed out?"
Jake's eyes soften at how she appears to be sheepish. The facade she has shown him since last night is different compared to the first time they met. "Why, my brother, of course. Your groom. But he didn't look too pleased that you decided to get drunk."
Elora huffs slightly. "It wasn't even intentional. I had no idea how strong that rum was."
"Lesson learned; it is wise not to indulge in your curiosity." Jake gives her a mirthful grin, sending a peculiar flutter into her heart. "We're here."
Elora shifts her gaze to her surroundings, now realising that they have arrived in the library. Her eyes search for the queen, and in an instant, she spots the queen in the centre of the library along with some of the princes.
As they are nearly reaching them, Elora ignores their gazes and focuses solely on the queen, to whom she bows and greets, "Your highness."
Conflict resides in the queen's gaze. "That is not necessary─" She comes to a halt before recovering her composure after deflating for a good minute upon seeing Elora's face. Her icy demeanour returns as she meets Elora's gaze. "Follow me."
"But we need her for our planning discussion." Sunghoon tells his mother, frowning as he does so.
Elora is caught off guard when the queen places her hand on her lower back. "I won't steal her away for long. Perhaps all of you may begin without her first."
The queen's tone indicates that there is no room for argument. Without waiting for any of their responses, the queen ushers Elora further deeper into the library, where there are private rooms, but instead of heading to one of the rooms, the queen makes a turn where there is a peculiar-looking shelf.
Elora watches in silence as the queen places her palm on the shelf and whispers a spell under her breath. Finally, the shelf slides open, revealing a dim room. When the queen enters, Elora follows suit without any questions. Right after they enter, Elora is startled by the sound of the shelf closing behind her.
"Why did you bring me here?" Elora asks, her voice echoing throughout the fairly large room.
Instead of answering her question, the queen mutters another spell as she uses her magic to light up all the candles in the room, allowing Elora to scan the room clearly. There are antique books that probably haven't been read in a long time arrayed on shelves at every wall, all except for a certain wall that bears canvas hanging on the wall with white cloths draping over it.
The queen ambles towards a unique large canvas in silence, her hand reaching for the edge of the cloth before pulling it down, and what the canvas entails appalled Elora to the point where she feels sick to the stomach.
"Why do you have a painting of me?" Elora asks shakily, her hand is trembling while her heart is experiencing strange palpitations.
Whoever painted that canvas surely did an amazing job, getting her details right with the exception of the colour of her eyes. They're in the same crimson hue as the queen's or any other vampires. Goosebumps arise on her skin while her stomach churns with turmoil.
"Have you ever heard about a tale of demigods and demigoddesses that once reigned supremacy and ruled over kingdoms?" The queen's question throws her off guard, bringing a frown to her face.
"I have not." Elora answers slowly, not understanding where this is going.
"Of course you haven't. No one has except every other sovereign." The queen shoots her a sympathetic smile, surprising Elora with the shift in her demeanour. "It has been a taboo topic for millennia. It is wise for one to remain curious rather than learn of their existence."
"Yet, here you are telling me." Elora remarks with sarcasm lacing her tone.
"I can't help it. Especially when you bear the face of the demigoddess, one of the first monarchs." The queen says in a whisper, shifting her eyes to the canvas. "The resemblance between your face and hers is uncanny. When I saw your face for the first time, I thought you were her."
"But I'm not." Elora retorts, somehow feeling annoyed, but she maintains her collected demeanour. "I don't understand. Why would you even tell me all of this?"
"Because a part of me believes that you're her." The queen moves to the side, where there are compartment drawers. She draws one of them and grabs something before revealing it to Elora. A scarlet pendant. The same pendant that the demigoddess on the canvas is wearing.
The queen ambles towards Elora and stops in front of her. A small smile, one that is filled with uncertainty, appears on the queen's lips before she grabs Elora's hand and places the pendant on her palm. "But another part of me is uncertain. Perhaps you are the demigoddess's doppelgänger, or perhaps you're not. This pendant will prove if you're indeed the demigoddess. It once belonged to her."
Elora stares at the pendant on her palm. As it gleams, she feels an odd sensation, but that's just it. The pendant looks like mere useless jewellery. "So how does it prove if I'm indeed the demigoddess?"
"I can't precisely tell you the details since I wouldn't know how it would happen, but this pendant is as powerful as it was a thousand years ago. It is instilled with magic." The queen smiles faintly. "And it was also a delicate gift from the demigoddess's beloveds."
"Beloveds?" Elora raises her eyebrows, feeling rather intrigued. "As in, like lovers?"
The queen nods her head, but the smile on her face deflates. "I trust that you'll keep this from my sons. The least they need is a distraction that might potentially deviate them from their mandates. Now come. We must leave this room, or else they'll begin to wonder."
"But I have more questions." Elora tells her exasperatedly while clenching the pendant in her palm. "Where is the demigoddess now? And why do I look like her?"
"I can't provide you with the answers you seek, but I can only tell you this." The queen's gaze turns icy serious. "What happened to the demigods and demigoddesses of our world was a terrible tragedy. A tragedy that happened as a consequence of their defiance in violating the deity's rule."
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Elora had tucked the pendant securely in the pockets of her pants by the time she nearly arrived at the centre of the library, where all of the princes are presently in a discussion. She spots a large piece of parchment paper on the table, and she squints her eyes just enough to understand that they are plotting on their world's map.
The sound of her footsteps draws attention to her with their heads turned, but she simply ignores them and invites herself to plop down on the single couch. Despite how she is being treated like vampire royalty here, the resentment is still apparent within her, as is the hatred.
Above all, she detests the fact that she will be betraying her people and the mermaidians. She feels helpless, especially when she hasn’t felt a hint of her magic since last night. Instinctively, she touches her bracelet, holding her wrist close to her chest.
"There are six kingdoms we are required to pass through in order to get to Mermaidia." Heeseung resumes after staring at a distressed Elora, who is still zoning out. "We will disembark for Pyrefall first."
"This should be easy since we have Jay." Sunghoon pats Jay's shoulder. "With Jay, I'm sure the dragons won't perceive us as threats."
"Elora will be riding with me." Heeseung's statement pulls her out of her thoughts as she shifts her gaze to him with a quizzical look.
"What's the plan, and why will I be riding with you?" Elora asks with a frown on her face. "Are we not embarking by foot?"
"Unless you want to suffer for a few days to pass through Pyrefall." Sunoo shoots her a lazy grin as he is seated across from her with his leg draped over the other. "Otherwise, we will be flying."
Elora looks at him, confounded. "How?"
"Riki has already summoned his creatures, which the rest of us will be riding on, while you and Heeseung will be with Jay." Jungwon explains to her.
The princes resume the discussion, while Elora proceeds to remain silent, despite the fact that she is still confused by the whole thing. But mainly because of the turmoil churning in her stomach over the fact that she might have to face the consequences of betraying the mermaidians.
"Faehaven will be the last point, followed by our final arrival at Mermaidia."
The kingdom name triggers her as she blinks her eyes before they harden with resentment. She abruptly stands, drawing their attention to her. "Listen, I admire your meticulous planning and bravery, but do you really think that you will come out alive after trying to steal the crystal heart?"
"That's why we have you." Jay says, standing across from her with his arms crossed over his chest. "Since you're obviously not an ordinary citizen of Mermaidia, you will implore the sovereigns to allow the crystal heart to be in our possession."
Her heart begins to pump loudly while dread crawls to her skin. "Or else?"
"Or else you'll have to watch your people suffer." Sunoo smirks, his eyes gleaming delightfully with wickedness. "Trust me, you wouldn’t want that."
Elora scoffs loudly. "The seven of you against my people? I highly doubt that you would prevail, especially with our tight security system. As a matter of fact, you will be facing your demise before you can even steal the crystal heart."
"You really shouldn’t underestimate what we can do, Mia Cara." Heeseung states calmly, and when she meets his eyes, she feels an odd sensation through her body, understanding that he meant what he said. "You haven’t even seen what we can do."
Elora swallows harshly before composing herself as she glares at her groom. "As for you, do you seriously think that I'll still remain your bride after betraying my people? No. I'll be executed for treachery."
"We'll protect you." Heeseung counters firmly. "For as long as you remain corporative, then rest assured that you'll be protected by us."
"Protect me? From my own people?" Elora releases a derisive laugh before her icy demeanour returns with her eyes going ablaze. "I'd rather die in the hands of my people than to return with you here."
"You should trust us." Sunghoon says sternly. "We've been sworn to protect you at all costs by the monarch's order."
"I don't trust my enemies." Elora retorts coldly. "I'd be a fool to place my trust in all of you."
"You see, that's what we still don't understand." Riki's deep yet cold voice is resonating, intimidating her just slightly, especially with the way he is leering at her. "Why are we your enemies? We haven’t even met until now."
"And for that matter, you still haven’t clarified what your purpose is for being here in the first place." Sunoo adds.
Elora curls her hand into a fist, clenching it while she holds back from revealing the truth. "Since you have your secrets to keep, I have mine." She quips, looking away from their gaze.
"Fine, if that's how you want to play." Heeseung is in front of her just as she blinks. Her breath hitches in her throat at the close proximity between them, as well as his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him in the eyes. "But know this, you belong to us, and you shall be protected by us, even if it means that you'll be watching your people die in our hands."
A muscle jumps in her jaw. "Screw you." She whispers, her eyes flickering momentarily at his pink lips, before she forces herself to back away from him. "You know what? I hope that you'll meet your demise once we reach Mermaidia."
Elora spins on her heels, trudging her way towards the exit. She clenches her fist hard, hating how she feels compelled to kiss him for a moment and wanting to feel his lips on hers again.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
For the next hour or so, they have been gathered in the courtyard, preparing for their departure. Earlier, the king and queen had bid their farewell to their sons before leaving for their duties, whereas Celeste arrived right after.
Elora, who has been entirely silent, is still gobsmacked by the sight of five pegasus with shadowy manes flowing and jet black coats. She has seen pegasus and unicorns back in her kingdom, but she has never seen anything like them. They look terrifying enough to leave her slightly shaken. Their eyes are glowing amber while smoke comes out of their muzzles.
"I wanted mine to be a dragon, though." Sunoo complains to Riki, to which the latter rolls his eyes before heading for his pegasus. The other princes can be seen stroking their assigned pegasus.
"Cool, am I right?" Celeste nudges Elora with her elbow after having seen the latter's reaction, which is rather amusing. "They aren’t exactly real pegasus. Riki created them. It's one of his many abilities."
"More like terrifying." Elora says dryly, shifting her eyes from the pegasus to Celeste. "Will you be joining us as well?"
Celeste adorns a small smile on her face. "As much as I would love to join all of you, I can't. Since I have recently recovered from a coma, my physician strongly advised me to remain in the castle and have ample rest."
Elora can't help but be visibly disappointed. She admits that she has grown a tad fond of the princess, and it would be great to have Celeste join them on their journey since Celeste is more tolerable to be with than the princes.
Celeste catches the disappointment in Elora's eyes. She grabs Elora's hand. "But, as soon as I regain full strength, only then will I be permitted to join all of you." Celeste's gentle smile eases Elora's tension. "Besides, I have a feeling that you might need my assistance."
"We'll send you our location if you ever decide to join us." Heeseung tells his sister as he speaks from behind, startling Elora. She ignores the tingles on her skin when he wraps his arm around her shoulder. "We need to get going."
"Good luck on your journey." Celeste squeezes Elora's hand before releasing it. With one last smile, Celeste turns her back on them before returning into the castle with her gown dragging behind her.
Elora's eyes drift to Heeseung's forearm, noticing a golden vambrace latch around his forearm that is exactly the same as the rest of the princes that are wearing it. "What's that?" The question flies out of her mouth before she can stop herself.
Heeseung looks down at where she is looking before returning his gaze to her curious ones. "It's a magic vambrace, Mia Cara."
"What does it do, and why are you wearing it?" She presses, and instead of finding her incessant questions annoying, he finds himself being endeared by her while suppressing a grin.
"This is a magical device that provides us with some specific aids, such as changing attire, sending our location to Celeste, who also has one in her possession, and granting us the ability to conjure weapons we desire." Heeseung explains.
The fact that he speaks softly almost diverted her from her anger, especially considering that the magical crystals that their ancestors stole from her kingdom were the main component of the invention for this contraption.
"I see." Elora tries her utmost to keep her anger at bay. She decides to distract herself by darting her eyes around, looking for a certain prince. "Where is Jay, anyway?"
This time, Jake speaks up as he approaches her. "You don't know?"
She raises her eyebrow. "Know what?"
"Jay's shifting." Jake answers, adorning that signature yet charming grin of his on his countenance. "But he doesn’t like shifting in front of anyone."
"There he is." Sunghoon's announcement prompts Elora to look at where they are looking, and to say she is shocked is an understatement.
"That dragon!" Elora gasps loudly in disbelief, staring at the enormous dragon with its wings flapping and descending to the ground with a thud. Her mouth is still agape, eliciting chuckles from both Heeseung and Jake.
"Is this your first time seeing Jay's dragon form?" Jake asks with a mirthful grin.
Elora's head starts to spin with the revelation. Not only is that the same dragon who snatched her away just when she was about to plunge her knife into Sunghoon, but the dragon is actually Jay?
"Come on." Heeseung grabs her hand almost tenderly and gives it a squeeze. "We'll be riding him."
Elora allows Heeseung to drag her while she goes numb, still staring at Jay, who is emitting low growls while his face has a tinge of annoyance at the fact that Sunoo and Jungwon have been pestering him since the moment he landed on the ground.
As Heeseung and Elora approach Jay, he turns his head and locks eyes with Elora's widened ones. A huff elicits from him, as does the smoke from his snout. Elora trails her eyes down to his body, marvelling at the beautiful, sleek, opaque black scales that are also translucent.
"Go on." Heeseung's voice snaps her out of the trance, as they are now standing closely beside Jay. Elora has no choice but to comply. She hesitates just as she is about to touch him, but she hears a grunt from Jay himself, as though he is impatiently waiting for her.
Elora rolls her eyes at him before her palms finally come into contact with his scales. She is taken aback to feel how cold his scales are instead of scalding hot. She jumps, attempting to get on his back, but fails miserably as he is bigger than she expected.
"Here." Heeseung stands behind her, placing his hands on her waist firmly enough to assist her in mounting on Jay's back.
Elora ignores her heart, which is pounding wildly at Heeseung's touch. She quickly holds onto Jay's back, stabilising herself. Her heart continues to pound hard against her chest when Heeseung mounts behind her effortlessly. She watches as the other princes mount on their assigned pegasus.
"Let's go." Riki announces loudly, and at once, they begin to depart.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
It has been quite some time since they have departed from Mysthaven, but the skies remain a bright, clear blue. Elora has been trying to steady herself, albeit maintaining a cool facade and refusing to let her groom catch a brief glimpse of her meekness.
Elora holds onto Jay's back, but there is sudden turbulence that causes Jay to tilt his body abruptly, eliciting a yelp from her as she finds herself going unstable. Just when she assumes that she will fall, an arm slithers its way around her waist before she feels his chest come into contact with her back.
Warmth weaves across her cheeks at the physical contact, especially with the way his arm tightens around her waist. She can practically feel his abdominal muscles against her back as well as his cold breath hitting the shell of her earlobe.
"You okay?" Heeseung asks lowly beside her ear, evoking a newfound feeling swarming in her tummy. Fucking butterflies.
"Yeah." She tells him with shaky breaths, hating how his touch is making her feel all weird. "You can let go of me now. I'm perfectly fine."
"I highly doubt that, Mia Cara." He says sternly. "Sleep, if you must. It'll take some time to pass through Pyrefall and to find someplace to camp for the night."
Elora doesn’t respond, trying to direct her focus on the view instead. She ignores the way her eyelids feel heavier with each passing second, but eventually she succumbs to the slumber that has been robbed of her earlier. Allowing herself to go limp, she leans her back dependently against Heeseung, who, in return, holds her more securely as he allows her head to rest comfortably on his shoulder.
Elora has no idea how long she has been sleeping, but long enough to be abruptly startled by a deafening roar, causing her body to jolt in Heeseung's oddly tight grip on her waist. Her eyes snap open instantaneously, being greeted by an alarming sight of dragons in distinctively coloured scales flying around them.
Five ferocious dragons.
Elora looks around frantically, noticing the other princes wielding bows and arrows as they direct their attack at those dragons. Her heart nearly drops upon the vibration from Jay's body as he roars out, shooting out fire from his mouth at the incoming green dragon.
"How the hell are we supposed to kill them?!" Sunoo exclaims at his brothers, trying his best to dodge the fire-breathing dragon that is heading towards him.
"We need to create a diversion!" Riki's voice manages to reach their ears while he aims his arrow, which is imbued with his dark magic, at the red dragon who is trying to attack Jake.
"Heeseung!" Elora instinctively calls out for him just as Jay makes a sharp drift, causing her body to sway violently.
"I've got you!" Heeseung grits his teeth, trying his utmost to secure his bride with his arm, despite him going unstable as well.
Jay roars again, aiming his fire at the green dragon again, but another dragon hurls towards him by the side, crashing into him. As Jay's body begins to shake violently, Heeseung and Elora lose the momentum to hold onto Jay, but Heeseung is swift enough to grab Jay's pointed scales. However, that can't be said the same for Elora. At once, she slips off Jay's back.
"Elora!" Heeseung, including the rest of the princes, shouts for her. Jay's ears perk up at the sound of Elora's screaming, and he tries his best to fight against two dragons swiftly with the intention of catching Elora, but soon he feels weakened by their attacks.
Elora's heart is pounding loudly in her ears as gravity seems to be pulling her down rapidly. Her eyes catch sight of Sunghoon and Jungwon, who order their pegasus to fly straight towards her. A glimmer of hope in her eyes as she awaits them to catch her.
A roar approaches her from the side, and before she knows it, claws wrap around her body, capturing her and soaring away. The dragon roars for another time, calling to the other dragons, while panic expands in her chest.
"No." Elora whispers as all colours begin to drain from her face upon seeing Jay unconscious, still in his dragon form, and being carried by the two dragons who had been relentlessly attacking him.
Elora uses her fists to slam down on the dragon's claws that are wrapped around her body. "Return me to them at once!" She screams at the dragon, who, in return, growls ferociously.
Before she knows it, the dragon extends one of his claws to stab her in the stomach, having enough of her tantrum and silencing her. Searing pain shoots up in her body while her lips go partially open, unable to scream or form any coherent words.
The last thing she hears are deafening roars around her before she succumbs to the familiar darkness.
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#enhypen poly#enhypen#jake#heeseung#jay#sunoo#jungwon#ni-ki#sunghoon#enhypen fanfiction#fantasy romance#vampires#dragons
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i cant stand kpoppies sometimes
#most of the time#talking about nayeon's teeth......get a life lol#she looks the same to me 😭#and having the audacity to drag heeseung into all of this#who even caresss omg it's not like theyre your teeth#these people are so insufferable and like living out this mean girl fantasy they could never have irl
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VAMPIRE SURVIVAL - ENHYPEN (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/343057495-vampire-survival-enhypen?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=SofiaBAEngene&wp_originator=t1L0vM5XkrqG%2FCqOBMrT1O5IQC92NguekOvKE5kaeXg5Ua0WTdHQmltTqJw9Cgj9JgWE9p8zjdTSL8gDWk6ooVSC066FwPZOen5AH0VuBNEWDf2Q2pVFcUB0XAd7o31g '"Jake!" I scream.He doesn't turn.I race out into the night, trudging through the ice-cold water.I grab Jake hyung's arm, but he doesn't seem to notice me.I know I have no choice.Just before my face becomes submerged, I bite.Jake hyung goes limp, and we fall deeper, and deeper, and deeper.' Sixteen year old Sophie finds herself entangles in a tale of love, fate and loss when she meets seven vampires: Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon and Ni-ki. Whilst helping them to find out about their past, she finds out things about herself that change her forever...
#action#bts#enhpen#enhypenfanfiction#enhypenjake#enhypenjay#family#fanfiction#fantasy#friendship#heeseung#hybe#jungwon#kpop#ni-ki#sunghoon#sunoo#thriller#vampire#vampireacademy#vampirefanficiton#books#wattpad#amwriting
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