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Werewolf AU - Part 7

“Hallo, Mutter,” he says as she answers the call. She replies to him in German, tone cool; he knew she would not have thought anything of the weeks he went without calling.

“Henrik, how are you?”

“Okay. And you?”

“We're good. But your father is having a spat with one of his distributors. He fired that Slovakian who was running the branch in Munich.”

She begins a tirade that lasts several minutes about their businesses, which Henrik feels obligated to listen to, knowing very well that she's discussing the source of his previous finances, his sisters' upkeep, and his future inheritance, dull as it may be.

“... and the property taxes, Henrik, you would not believe what they've done this year. We've half a mind to migrate to America. But then again, would that be any better? You know, Ella is going to France with that damnable boy. France, can you imagine? Henrik, it astounds me. They would not have a penny to their name without your father.”

Henrik sighs. “Then why do you still send so much money, Mutter?”

“Well, she's got the baby, am I supposed to let my grandchild starve?”

“It might make Ella do something with her life for once.”

“She's not got your brains, dear. Really it's that boy's responsibility. Ella's only a lady, after all. I'm glad I can let her stay home with the baby. She wasn't going to breastfeed, do you believe that? Well, I set her straight about that, believe you me...”

Henrik rubs at his head as his mother begins comparing his sisters, because isn't Clara such a better mother than Ella anyway? He hasn't seen any of the girls in... hell. Must be three years, now. They were never close. He was always the baby, and the frantic attention he received from his parents in the first ten years of his life always seemed, to him, to have been deducted from something his sisters might have otherwise provided. He was always keenly aware of their bitter jealousy, as though they might have preferred to be the ones in his miserable, pampered place.

“But anyway, dear,” his mother continues, ending her rant smoothly. “How is England? Are you staying out of the rain?”

“It's not been too bad,” he says. He quite likes the rain, in fact. “Perhaps a little dreary. Um, but Mutter, I did... did want to tell you something. Um.”

He pauses, closing his eyes for a second. His mother has gone very quiet.

“Well, I might be here in England a little longer than I expected. Or maybe a little shorter? I'm trying to figure it out. There's just – I – I don't know how to tell you, Mutter.”

There's just one pause from her end before he hears her breath slide out of her, and the ever-present, condescending smile seems knocked from her face from countries away.

“It's the cancer. I knew this day would come. Henrik, mouseling.”

She's crying very suddenly, and very hard. Henrik sucks in a breath, shaking his head as if she can see him. “No, Mutter. No, I'm quite alright, in that regard. It's – Mutter.”

She's still crying. Is she listening at all?

His mother never cries, not since he was small, anyway, or sometimes in the waiting room between screenings, where she thought he couldn't hear. Evidently, her sobs attract the attention of his father from across the house, because Henrik hears the low rumble of his voice somewhere in the background.

“Mutter, I'm fine,” he says.

“It's Henrik,” his mother says, and his father breathes out too, just the same way she did.

“No, I'm okay,” he protests. “I'm – ”

“Did you get a screening, mouse?” asks his father.

“I told you the last one was clear!”

“That was months ago, child.”

“I'm only meant to have one every twelve.”

His mother is beside herself. He can hear her collapsing in on herself, turning her face away from the phone. It's making his eyes sting too. He tries to breathe even. His phone shakes in his hand.

“Mutter,” he says, and then the tears start for him too, and he can't help it, can't stop, can't do anything but grip his cell phone, cracked from the night he was attacked, and cry, “Mama, Mama. I'm okay, Mama. Please don't cry. There's no cancer. You know. I'm healthy, please, Mami. It was just – ”

Can he even tell her? Can he tell either of them?

“It was just a problem with the grant,” he manages finally. “Don't cry, Mama. I'm okay.”

He listens to his father reassuring her as he wipes the tears from his face, sinking down on the couch and burying his face in his free hand. Finally she returns to herself.

“Oh, my mouse,” she sniffles.

“I'm okay, Mutter,” he whispers.

He hears her wiping the last of her tears away. Regaining her poise. His cold, beautiful mother.

“It's hard, Henrik, that's all. I know you don't remember any of that time. But seeing your child wasting away like that... it's enough to break my heart all over again whenever I think about it. What's this about the grant?”

He closes his eyes. What a liar he is, all the time.

“It... it fell through, last-minute. Left us scrambling with the research. So I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay here for a while as we look for new funding, or if I will just come home very soon.”

“I'll fund it,” says his father strongly. “It wouldn't be a problem.”

“No,” Henrik answers immediately. “No, I can handle it.”

“They shouldn't make you promises you can't keep. You could sue the organization, you know. I can have Albert get it all started.”

“No, thank you. Really, I'm not too fussed. It's been nice to be out of the country, anyway.”

“You never did take a holiday year after graduating, did you?”

Henrik smiles faintly. “Those are just drinking holidays. And I was only seventeen. What was I going to do?”

“You know you could travel any time you like, Henrik. I'd send you anywhere, mouse.”

The smile falls from his face. He can't imagine the tantrum his father would throw if he knew his passport was marked because of the lycanthropy. Lawmakers would lose their jobs.

But it's not going to change what happened, and it probably wouldn't even get him out of the UK much faster. Even a private jet would make him panic. It's just not feasible.

“I know,” he says finally, too tired for any more of this conversation.

“Let us know if you'd like to come home for the holiday, Henrik. All your sisters are coming. Except maybe Ella. She's going to France, can you believe?”

“I told him, I said I couldn't believe...”

“And after what that private investigator found out about the boy!”

“I've got to go,” he tells them.

“Get screened, okay, Henrik? Just for the sake of your mother's heart.”

He's shaking his head even as he answers. “Okay. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Henrik.”

They end the call.

He drops his phone on the coffee table, eyes sliding shut. His hands clench into fists. Something inside him needs to run, desperately. He digs his nails into his palms. Harder. Harder. This is his body, and no one else's. This is his body and he controls it.

He remembers his own screaming. Sobbing as he vomited and vomited and vomited. Months in his hospital bed with the textbook he stole from one of the doctor's lockers, memorizing projected outcomes and risk factors and recurrence, the names of his curses, things he never forgot even as the radiation scattered his cognition like flour. He remembers injections, oxygen, strangers, nakedness, fatigue, nausea, nausea, nausea. He remembers hating his body. He remembers the psychologist who came in and explained what death was to him, and told him some very nice things, and he remembers thinking yes, it would be okay to just go to sleep, maybe, and not have to do this any more. But if he did then his mother would cry, and his father would go into the alleyway outside the hospital and scream until his voice tore, and Henrik would remember.

He remembers being ten. His mother asked him “do you remember being sick, mouseling?” and he said “no, Mama” because he's always been a liar.

Right now, he just wishes he could go back to work. He wishes he could run, like he used to every day. Every single day, without fail. A run, a double-shift, a night alone. His life, for years, with everything perfectly under his control.

Now a wolf has stolen his body the same way the cancer did.

He remembers hating his body. He remembers hating his body. He remembers hating his body.

He's screaming alone in the dark of the apartment, and he remembers thinking, yes, maybe there are worse things than to die. Maybe it would not be so bad.

He is five years old, and his cancer has its teeth in his neck.

He doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until he's jerking awake with a gasp, glasses smushed against his face.

“Mmh,” he groans, sitting up slowly, his face still feeling puffy from crying. “Sean?”

There's no answer from the blackened apartment. The pounding noise comes again. Did he lock himself out?

“Coming!” he croaks, voice hoarse as he gets off the couch and opens the door that separates the apartment from the office, trudging down the stairs. The rooms are too quiet and too still at this time of night, decorated by unfamiliar shadows, and he hustles to the front door, rubbing his face. Is he still red?

“Oh,” he says. “Hi.”

It's not Sean.

“I texted Sean,” Chase says, holding his cap in his hands. “He didn't answer.”

Henrik blinks, trying to put this midnight puzzle together. “No. I don't think he's back yet.”

“So I knew you were probably still here alone,” Chase continues, turning his cap in a circle between his fingers, again and again. “Probably still upset, too.”

“Chase,” says Henrik carefully. “Are you okay? Why are you here?”

Chase clears his throat, finally breaking eye contact for a half second before he's staring at Henrik again, nodding his head like he's making an agreement with himself.

“Schneep,” he says. “You should come stay with me.”

Ah. He pities him.

“I could text Sean that you're coming to my place,” Chase says, when it's been a moment and Henrik hasn't even begun to imagine replying. “Or, um. You could come tomorrow. Or just stay here, I mean. It's up to you. But if you wouldn't mind... I wouldn't mind us looking after each other for a little while. You and me.”

It's late into the night. Henrik's voice is raw, his face stained with salty tears, and he knows he smells like misery and fatigue. There's a distinct itch underneath his skin, worse and worse everyday.

“Chase,” he mumbles. “You don't want me at your place.”

“I do,” he says, with certainty now, straightening up. “I do.”

“Look, I'm not fun, okay, even at my best.”

“You're not fun?”

“Yeah, and right now I'm pretty unwell, so double not-fun. And I – I just – when I'm sick I'm just – you don't want to put up with me.”

“Man, I'm not exactly a barrel of laughs right now either. Schneep, you need somewhere to stay, and I'm sorry, but you can't do it alone. And... I can't either, okay?”

Henrik stares at him, his mouth trembling, just a little, but he will not start crying. He will not. He has to be in control.

Chase steps forward, reaching out to hold his shoulders for a second, like he's sizing him up. “You need somewhere to stay,” he repeats, soft.

Dammit, there's a pair of tears now, tracking down his face.

“Long day?” asks Chase, with a little levity, squeezing his arm.

“Yes,” croaks Henrik. “I apologize.”

“Don't apologize.”

“I, um. I'm Jewish.”

“Oh.” Chase looks at him. “Sure. Do you need, like... I could get the ham out of the house, if that would help?”

Henrik stares back at him. He... really means this, doesn't he? He wants him to come with him. And he would be safe to stay with? No jokes about lizard people or blunt questions about his family surviving the 1940s?

It's... tempting. Yeah. Really tempting.

But he can't do this. Can he? He doesn't know how to live with other guys his age. He's never done it. He'll be such a pain to Chase, sickly and withdrawn and exhausted, and there's no reason for it, not when he has other options. Henrik, in that moment, knows he should say: “I'm going to go stay at a rental, actually. I have the money and I'll be out of everyone's way. Don't waste your time on me. I have always done this alone.”

He doesn't say that, though. He doesn't know what to say.

Chase presses on anyway.

“Look, man,” he says. “I – I'm not good with this stuff. And I think some of it is werewolf stuff, too, like what Marv and Sean talk about: that you can tell when you've gotten close to another werewolf even before your human brain has realized it, because your wolf is always looking for other wolves, and it's a lot less inhibited than we are. Getting to know each other and all that shit is a lot less important to a wolf when somebody new smells nice and treats you well and has some understanding of the place you've found yourself in.”

“Okay,” says Schneep, because honestly he isn't sure he knows where this is going.

“I have a couple misdemeanors on my record, for full transparency, stupid shit I did as a kid. Also I'm a slob, kind of. And I'm going through custody court and rehab, because I'm an addict – or, I guess I'm supposed to say I 'have' an addiction, like my therapist says – and I've only been clean four months. Well, I say 'only.' It feels really long to me.”

“It's – no, yeah, four months is good, it's – ”

“I spent most of my teenage years in between foster care and group homes,” Chase changes topics unhesitatingly. Henrik tries not to be alarmed by the anxious, pained smell coming off of him, resisting a sudden urge to reach out and touch him. “Grandparents took me for a while, but then I got to be too much trouble for them, too. I just – I know what it's like to not be wanted, you know? And to feel like you don't belong anywhere, when you just desperately need... somewhere. Someone.”

“Chase,” says Henrik quietly.

“What I'm saying is you should come stay with me,” Chase rushes out, closing his eyes for a second. “You should come stay with me.”

The wind breathes across them, cool, with a hint of rain signaled in its blustering, comfortable smell. The moon is watching their conversation with a half-closed eye, bright enough to turn the yellow light outside the office door into a beam of gold. Chase smells like chocolate, and no whiskey.

He can't do this. He can't. Shouldn't, definitely. Should he?

Chase is right, though. That's the problem. He needs somewhere to belong right now, so badly it hurts.

For the first time in years, he admits to himself that he doesn't want to be alone.

“I need to go get my toothbrush,” he hears himself say.

Chase nods at him, blinking. A second later, the scent of old pain fades from his smell.

“Cool,” he says. “Steal some of Sean's good coffee, too, we're out at my place.”

Henrik wishes he knew what it was about those words that manages to make him laugh aloud in the cool night air, despite everything, but in the end it doesn't matter: his laughter makes Chase smile too.

“Let's go home,” Chase says, and he wraps an arm around his shoulders.

#werewolf au #bee writes #tw medical trauma #tw cancer mention #tw vomit mention #tw death mention #this one has a softer ending #and things will be looking up from here #for a while at least!#thanks for reading :)

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wingsofkpop · 3 years

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Hiraeth - I.VIII: These Paths We Walk

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatural!AU, Dark Magic!AU, heavy Angst, light Fluff, eventual Smut

warnings: Mature language, mentions of death and murder, violence, gore and blood, some satanic themes, etc.

word count: 7,1k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

chapter directory

Necromancy is a form of spiritual divination in which the executioner acts in the summoning of and communication with the lost souls of the dead. Its origins date back to the ancient Greeks, as the word necromancy is composed of Greek terms νεκρός (nekrós), "dead," and μαντεία (manteía), "divination." During the European Middle Ages, necromancy grew to be associated with black magic by traditional witches. As a result, its practice became strictly forbidden due to its disruption in the balance of nature. History recalls only one powerful witch ever held the ability to raise the dead at will—

“Still doing research for that special project?” Your mind snaps back to reality at the sudden inquiry. Tearing your gaze from the textbook, you look up to find none other than your favorite student in front of your desk. Hyunjin offers his usual crooked smile at your newfound attention and raises a questioning eyebrow.

You can’t help but roll your eyes before answering, “You know the point of a study period is to—I don’t know—study? Preferably by yourself?”

He snickers. “I have a question that requires your extensive mastery in the literary arts, Ms. (L/N).”

“I’m sure you do.” You release a heavy sigh, not bothering to voice your annoyance at the use of your surname. Instead, you deliver Hyunjin a shake of your head before gesturing his continuance with a wave of your hand.

“I’m a little confused by the ending of The Grapes of Wrath,” Hyunjin pauses, “okay—a lot confused. I mean, why would Rose of Sharon breastfeed a stranger she literally just met? It’s weird…”

You chuckle at his scrunched expression. “You’re right. It is pretty weird.”

“So why’d she do it?”

“Well, Rose of Sharon knew the stranger was starving to death,” You begin, leaning back in your chair to better hold Hyunjin’s gaze, “so you could say she wanted to give him a second chance.”

“But why? She doesn’t even know him.”

“Maybe not, but if you had the ability to save another person’s life—be it a stranger—wouldn’t you?”

“But even after all her and her family went through, I don’t understand how she was able to find it in herself to do that. Especially after the loss of her baby.”

“Humanity is a complicated, yet beautiful force, Hyunjin.” You hum gently, “Even among all the cruelty, hatred and hopelessness, it still manages to find a way to prevail—that ending is proof that against all odds, humanity will always win.”

“I never thought about it like that…” Hyunjin shakes his head in disbelief, “Thanks, (Y/N)...”

“It’s what I do, kiddo.”

While the student grows silent to scribble down his realizations, you take the time to skim over your own notes—or lack-there-of, that is.

After Youngjae agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, to assist you in your mission to return Jackson Wang to the land of the living, you spent the past few days cornering the bookstore and mausoleum’s supply of resources about raising the dead. But just your luck, every text thus far has proven to be less than helpful. According to the siphoner, necromancy is one of the more rare magical arts that is only practiced by specialized, powerful witches, which, unfortunately, also means there is limited access to such information. Neither you nor Youngjae have been able to find a spell or ritual that can guarantee Jackson’s resurrection without some kind of dire consequence.

Who knew magic could be so complicated?

“You know, you’ve been out for the past week…” You lift your head to meet Hyunjin’s gaze once again. “Is… Is everything okay? I don’t mean to pry, but it’s just so unlike you to miss any classes…”

The typical university student probably wouldn’t give a damn about a missing professor, much less an absent TA. Hyunjin’s visual apparent concern spreads warmth throughout your chest—you are powerless to hold back the small smile that stretches across your lips.

“A couple of my roommate’s friends disappeared out of the blue last week, so I just needed a few days to help her out.” You raise a playful eyebrow, “Don’t tell me you missed me?”

“What? No way.” Hyunjin scoffs, “Though I did have to use Sparknotes for the past few reading assignments and barely passed Wednesday's quiz—” You burst into laughter, reeling your companion into the same fit only seconds later. After a brief moment, Hyunjin manages to collect his composure and finish, “—I am glad everything is okay… and that you’re back.”

You nod with a smile. “I appreciate that.”

Aside from the daily meetings with Youngjae and nightly cry-piles with Sana, the past few days have proven to be quite uneventful. Jackson has not appeared in your bedroom since that first night, and true to your word, you haven’t told Mark about your quest for his revival. God knows what kind of Hell would break loose if that were to happen. You also haven’t visited the Prime residence since the day you caught Jaebeom with his drop dead—mind the pun—gorgeous vampire conquest. You’ve been meaning to call Jinyoung, but between your hours pilfering through useless research texts, comforting your distraught roommate and attempting to track down your M.I.A. best friend, you haven’t quite found the time.

And though you’d never admit it to anyone, you needed some time alone—to think.

A rather obnoxious bout of laughter tears you from your thoughts, which is quickly followed by a scold from Professor Park. In an attempt to find the source, you peer past Hyunjin’s form and the sea of other students to the very back of the classroom where a group of young girls are utilizing the period as social hour. Amongst the familiar faces sits a pretty female student you don’t quite recognize, having never encountered her around campus before.

And although you can barely see her, something about her demeanor seems… off.

“Hyunjin? Who’s that girl back there?”

Hyunjin turns to examine the subject of interest before returning with a shrug, “According to my sister, she’s some exchange student from Taiwan. I haven’t met her, but I think Yeji said her name is Tzuyu.”

“And she transferred here this week?”

He shakes his head. “Actually, today is the first day anyone has seen her.”

You go to inquire further, but the booming call of Professor Park announcing the end of class beats you to it. Hyunjin bids you one final thank you and a goodbye before sprinting off to meet his friends at the classroom exit. It is not until him, Professor Park and the remainder of the students are long out the door do you return to your research. However, the moment you manage to relocate your place, a sugary-sweet voice commands your attention once again:

“If I could bother you for a moment, Ms. (L/N), I need your help…”

“Of course.” You mask your annoyance with as genuine a smile as you can muster and turn your gaze to the student. “What can I do for…” Your smile immediately falters at the sight of the young woman from earlier in front of your desk—only in this instance, you can definitely recognize her…

It’s none other than Miss Aphrodisiac herself from the Project Estate.

She offers a radiant smile, but the feature seems less than friendly.

“Hello again, (Y/N). I don’t believe we properly met during our last meeting… I’m Tzuyu.”

“Yeah, um, I-I wasn’t expecting to see you in my class…” You chuckle nervously, cautiously sliding your notes inside your book before closing the cover. “What… What are you doing here exactly?”

“With how much the student body rants and raves about their newest teaching assistant, how could I pass up the opportunity to see you in action?” Tzuyu elegantly takes a seat on the edge of your desk before running her fingers through her flawless, auburn locks. Something about the dexterity of her fingers sends goosebumps budding across your skin. “Plus, it’s not everyday I meet one of Jaebeom’s… human companions.”

“It’s not like that.” You insist, “Jaebeom and I barely know each other—”

“Ah. Right.” She giggles, “You’re close with the other brother. My mistake.”

You bite your tongue, holding back the snide comment that would likely lead to the dismembering of your head from your body. Instead, you swallow what little remains of your pride, rise from your seat and ask stiffly, “You said you needed help with something?...”

“You’ve read Macbeth, haven’t you?” Filled with both anxiety and confusion, you watch as Tzuyu takes a pencil from the container of writing tools perched on the surface of your desk. She twirls the utensil between delicate fingertips, gazing at it as if it is the most interesting object on the planet. You don’t need your gut to remind you something is most definitely off with her behavior.

“There’s this one piece of advice that Lady Macbeth tells her husband before he goes off to commit murder: ‘Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t’... ” She pauses, “Tell me, Ms. (L/N)... What exactly could that mean?”

Your blood runs cold when she fixes her dark gaze on you. No longer interested in the pencil.

You bite the inside of your cheek, attempting to ground the frantic beating of your heart before it literally leaps from your chest and into the palms of your company. Out of instinct, you chance a quick glance at the door—you may not have a mug, but a nine-hundred page, hardcover book to the face might make a pretty good distraction.

“Hm, I suppose you’re more of an expert with prose.” Tzuyu says, lowering the pencil into her lap before hopping to her own feet. “Let’s try a bit of Frankenstein then…”

She begins to stalk toward you, her eyes still locked onto yours like a vice. Your body immediately shuffles backward, attempting to keep as much distance between yours forms as possible. You only get so far—your back meeting the surface of the wall behind you as Tzuyu centers herself a few mere inches away. You can feel her crisp breath on your face as she murmurs:

“‘I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, then I will indulge the other’...”

“What are you—”

Before you can finish your thought, a searing pain paints your vision white. The agony spreads through your veins like wildfire, stealing every ounce of oxygen from your lungs and rendering your knees weak. With a trembling hand, you’re able to save your form from buckling completely to the floor—but not before catching a glimpse of the same pencil impaled in the side of your waist.

“Poetry is much more tasteful, in my opinion.” Tzuyu sighs, licking the blood from her nails as she backs away. You want to say something—scream and call her a plethora of less than appropriate names—but your mind is literal mush between the shock and the excruciating pain. You collapse to the floor with a breathy gasp, cupping your bleeding side with your opposite hand.

The vampire saunters toward the exit. Just as she makes it to the doorway, she whirls around to throw one final innocent smile in your direction: “Do us both a favor and stay away from Jaebeom… I wouldn’t want to scar that pretty face.”

With that, she’s completely gone. If it weren’t for the pencil in your midriff and the blood seeping through your clothes, you would have thought you’d dreamt up the entire encounter.

“Shit…” You gasp, attempting to dislodge the wood from your flesh. It doesn’t budge, deeply embedded between what you assume to be your ribcage. A pained wheeze spills from your throat as you reach for your bag, paying little mind to the bloodied prints your fingers leave in the fabric. After numerous attempts and anguished movements, you manage to fish your cell phone from its pocket. Crimson smears across the screen as you pull up the first contact you can think of.

You really should have taken the rest of the week off.

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From his perch behind a tree, Jinyoung silently stalks the movement of a burly stag as it parades across the forest floor. The creature, unknowing of the predator that hunts from a far, approaches a wild berry bush and begins to feast off its bearings—unknowing that its end is fast approaching.

Jinyoung usually does not like to draw out these moments and would have killed the deer by now. Whether it is due to the absence of his physical strength or the tornado of thoughts tearing through his mind, he simply cannot bring himself to end the animal’s life just yet. There’s something so pure about watching the stag go about its existence, he realizes—he must allow its innocence to prevail a little while longer.

It’s been days since his recovery from the huntress’s attack, but he can still sense the weakness lingering in his bones. While Jaebeom’s blood chased away the fever of the wolf venom, it was not enough to regenerate his body to its full power. If he were to do so, he would need human blood… but that can never happen again. Not in this lifetime.

Animal blood keeps him mobile, and that is more than enough.

A loud snap of breaking branches returns Jinyoung to reality in time to watch the stag tear off into the trees. He makes no move to chase after it, not desiring to waste his strength. After one final glance to his escaped meal, Jinyoung turns and greets the approaching figure with a tight frown:

“I already told you, hyung. I have no interest in accompanying you on a hunt into town.”

“You know, it would be a hell of a lot easier than tracking down food out here…” Jaebeom snickers, “Not to mention, one human equals a dozen squirrels.”

“And as I said, I much prefer the squirrels.” Jinyoung meets Jaebeom’s gaze with a heavy sigh, “I am perfectly fine, hyung.”

“You’re a shitty liar.” Jaebeom shakes his head. “You need human blood.”

“What I need is to find a new fare.” Jinyoung pushes off of his perch to traipse deeper into the forest, but the appearance of a hand on his shoulders halts his pace. He allows Jaebeom to maneuver his form back against the trunk of a tree, welcoming the slight relief the support brings to his muscles. He makes sure to keep his expression blank to mask his instability. But like always, Jaebeom sees straight through him.

“You’re weak, Jinyoung…”

“Nothing a nice rabbit can’t fix.”

Jaebeom purses his lips. “You can’t deny it forever. At least try a blood bag—”

“Why did you give me your blood?” Jinyoung interrupts his companion’s lecture, peering at Jaebeom with unwavering, unblinking eyes. “I thought you wished to punish me?”

“I was going to—I mean, I wanted to…” Jinyoung watches Jaebeom very carefully, noting the frivolous nature of his typically cocky features and hidden message behind his gaze. If he knew any better, Jinyoung would actually believe there to be some shred of humanity left behind those dark irises.

“But you couldn’t.” He finishes.

“Don’t think it means you’re off the hook for working with Tuan.” Jaebeom huffs while taking a few paces backward. Jinyoung opens his mouth to respond, but the hybrid’s hushed murmur emerges instead, “(Y/N) came by last week… to see you.”

Jinyoung holds back a smile. “Did she now?... I suppose you told her about your change of heart then.”

Jaebeom remains silent.

“Jaebeom-hyung…” Jinyoung’s eyes flutter shut as an audible exhale blows past his lips, “You need to tell her.”

“It won’t change anything.” Jaebeom says with a frown, “She made it very clear that she already hates me.”

“(Y/N) is much different than others, hyung—”

“What do I care anyway?” The hybrid tsks, his sullen expression transitioning into one of indifference. “She can hate me as much as she wants. I don’t give a shit.”

“Hyung, please—”

The shrill ring of a cell phone introduces a bout of silence. Jinyoung has never been so annoyed by modern technology since now, grabbing his phone with a less than pleased sigh. He eyes Jaebeom while lifting the device to his ear, wordlessly communicating that the conversation is far from over.

“Hello?”

“Jinyoung?... H-Hey, it’s me.”

“(Y/N)?” Jinyoung’s annoyance completely dissipates at the sound of your quivering voice. He notices how Jaebeom also reacts to your audible presence through the stiffening of his broad shoulders. He shakes it off as unease from your previous encounter and focuses back onto you, “Are… you alright? You seem a bit stressed.”

“Yeah, you can c-call it that…” Your inhale picks up over the line, and Jinyoung cannot help but grow concerned by its unusual heaviness. “You are not going to believe the shitty day I’ve had.”

“What happened?”

“Well, the barista at my campus cafe accidentally made my usual decaf, my boss is seeking revenge for my time off through hundreds of ungraded essays… and I was stabbed… with a pencil.”

Jinyoung’s eyebrows furrow. “I apologize, but I don’t think I understand…”

“Long story short, Jaebeom’s scary, yet incredibly sexy girlfriend paid me a visit and literally stabbed me with a fucking pencil—” Your explanation cuts out into a yelp, which is followed by an array of stuttered curses, “And it—shit—hurts like hell.”

“I’m on my way right now” Jinyoung, heart racing and head spinning, forces himself to his feet and hurries back toward the manor—Jaebeom hightailing close behind, having picked up the entire conversation.

Before Jinyoung can inquire more about your condition, Jaebeom snatches the phone from his grasp and lifts it to his own, “Where did she stab you?”

“Jaebeom?... My-My side… The pencil is wedged between my ribs, I can’t get it out…”

“Don’t worry about removing it. Just try to control the bleeding as best you can.” Jaebeom explains, “Jinyoung and I will be there soon.”

“Wait! Why are you—” Your voice cuts out as Jaebeom ends the call. Jinyoung notices the whiteness of the hybrid’s knuckles as he silently returns his phone. If it were any other situation, Jinyoung would have brought up their chat from earlier, but your wellbeing is on the line. He delivers his companion a dark glare. To his surprise though, Jaebeom’s expression mirrors that of pure, unadulterated anger.

Jinyoung pinches the bridge of his nose before releasing a sigh, “Do I even wish to know why your mistress attacked (Y/N)?”

“I’d like to know too,” Jaebeom scoffs, running a hand through his jet black locks, “considering I told her that (Y/N) was off limits.”

“You find out then.” Jinyoung hisses, “Or I will deal with her myself, and I won’t be as kind.”

“Oh, trust me.” Jinyoung can practically sense the murderous lust spilling from Jaebeom’s pitch black irises—far from the light of humanity. “Kindness is the last thing on my list right now, Jinyoungie.”

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“—and then she just acts all innocent! As if she did absolutely nothing wrong! I mean, what kind of self-serving, sadistic bitch does she think she is—Mark? Are you there?”

“Huh?” Mark flutters his eyes open at the sound of his name. He blinks at his surroundings in confusion, still dazed from his abrupt wake-up call, before remembering his phone and the person currently speaking on the line:

“Mark? Don’t tell me I put you to sleep?”

“Nope, nope. I’m here.” Mark replies hurriedly, wiping the remnants of his nap from his eyes. “Luna’s a complete and total bitch, I got you.”

Lia sighs, “Yuna, Mark. Not Luna.”

With a silent yawn, he lifts his arms over his head and expels the kinks from his shoulders. Once his muscles are taunt and stretched, Mark releases a heavy exhale and murmurs, “I’m sorry, Lia. It’s just… been a long week.”

“I get it, Mark.” She hums softly, “But I wish you wouldn’t stress so much about this. Minho made his choice, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I don’t believe that.” Mark rises from his chair before pacing across the room to the mausoleum’s lone window. He pulls the curtain aside, peering out at the vacant hills of the graveyard. “If he would just talk to me, then I’m sure we could figure something out.”

Hundreds of phone calls later, and he still hasn’t spoken with Minho since the night he claimed to be leaving the coven. No one has. Not even Jisung. And Mark can’t figure out what’s bothering him more: the fact that Minho won’t pick up his phone, or that you have been purposely avoiding him for the last week.

He’s trying to give both you and the young witch time—truly—but Mark can’t help but feel as if something is off.

“Minho needs to figure out what he wants himself.” He forces himself away from the window, receding across the room to lean against the lectern as Lia goes on, “You can’t be there to hold his hand every time he goes through one of his moods. It’s not good for him or for you.”

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Nothing, Mark. You do nothing.”

Mark shakes his head, “You know I can’t do that.”

“Just give Minho some more time to get it together.” Lia says, “He’ll come around eventually.”

“I hope so.” Mark goes to grab his coffee mug from a nearby table, but accidentally knocks his elbow against the corner of the lectern. A mass of papers and books slide from its surface, crashing to the floor in a rather vocal descent. He releases a quiet curse, tucking his phone against his shoulder before lowering to the floor to begin tidying the mess.

…How long does he have to wait until you come around?

Lia continues to speak as he gathers the escaped pages, “Have you talked to Yugyeom lately? I heard that one of their wolves just up and disappeared.”

“Yeah. That kid, Changbin.” He says, “Gyeom thinks he probably took off after our fight with the huntress. Remind you of someone?”

“In this town? A lot of someones.”

Mark goes to respond, but the title of a particular document clears the thoughts from his mind. Pushing aside a couple other pages, he grabs the flimsy packet before raising it into better view. At first, Mark is confused, unsure why this type of reference would be out and about. But as he surveys the other fallen objects, his confusion gradually shifts to realization…

Then rage.

He doesn’t bother to look up as the door opens, nor does he spare the puzzled newcomer a glance. Still clutching the document, Mark rises to his feet and takes the phone from his shoulder with his free hand. He pays his companion no mind as he quietly murmurs:

“Do you mind if I call you later?”

“Not at all. Just try to think about what I said.”

Mark bids a final farewell to Lia before disconnecting the line. He takes a moment to drag a hand down his face before turning to a wide-eyed Youngjae. As soon as Mark raises the document into view, his expression immediately shifts to a panic.

“So…” Mark tilts his head with a tight frown, “You want to explain why the hell you’re looking up resurrection spells?...”

Youngjae shakes his head, “Hyung—”

“Explanation, Youngjae.” Mark watches the siphoner’s face shift through a rainbow of emotions. From terror, to anxiety, to dread, before finally settling on guilt. Keeping his gaze to the floor, Youngjae eventually delivers a shrug and whispers:

“...To try to bring Jackson back.”

Mark’s heart practically splits open.

He stares at the younger witch with incredulous eyes. “Are you fucking stupid, Youngjae!?”

“It looks bad, I know—” Youngjae hurries forward to stand in front of Mark and lifts his hand in good faith, “—but I’ve been doing a lot of research and experimenting with a couple spells and I really think that we can—”

“You aren’t thinking shit.” Mark spits, rounding toward the siphoner until their noses are a mere inch apart. “We don’t screw around with necromancy, Youngjae… It’s dark magic.”

“We just have to find the right spell! (Y/N) and I are searching—”

“(Y/N)? What does (Y/N) have to do with this?”

Youngjae immediately closes his mouth, his eyes growing glassy in the evening light.

It takes a second for the puzzle pieces to fit together—your inquiries about Jackson, Youngjae’s daily trips to the bookstore, your evasion—but once the realization hits, Mark feels his entire body go numb.

Youngjae rushes forward to grab Mark’s arm, “Hyung, I’m so, so sorry! (Y/N) thought it would be better not to tell you, so I just—”

Mark shrugs his hand away, refusing to meet Youngjae’s pleading gaze. “Get out.”

“Just let me explain—”

“Get the fuck out!” A loud crash echoes throughout the mausoleum as Mark flings his mug across the room, causing the object to meet the opposite wall before shattering to a million tiny pieces. Youngjae doesn’t persist, grabbing his bag and beelining straight out the door. Mark pushes the sounds of the younger’s sobs from his mind as he goes, unable to see past the anger boiling inside his body. But even against all the rage, a sense of sadness remains at the forefront of his mind.

His best friend betrayed him—again.

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“You find and take care of (Y/N).” Jaebeom commands, slamming his car door shut with a little more force than necessary. Then again, he can’t seem to bring himself to care above the red-hot fury coursing through his veins like venom. He ignores the curious stares of a nearby group of female students and proceeds to move around the car, “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“And where exactly are you going?” Jaebeom bites back a glare as Jinyoung halts his movements. His entire body thrums, as if physically yearning for vengeance, but he masks his temper with a sharp inhale and a promise to release his frustrations out later.

He nods at his companion, “I’m going to do what I should have done before.”

Jinyoung merely stares at him for a moment, and Jaebeom can only hope he can’t see past the bloodlust in his gaze. Fortunately, Jinyoung doesn’t question him further. He releases Jaebeom’s shoulder and delivers one final nod before turning in the direction of what both can only assume is your classroom. Jaebeom allows himself a moment to watch Jinyoung—his noble brother—sprint off to save the day—to save you. Again.

Jaebeom swallows the bitterness accumulating in his chest and heads in his own direction. It won’t be hard to track her. He can already smell her Chanel perfume—she’s close by, he realizes.

She wants him to find her.

Sure enough, Jaebeom recognizes her silken auburn hair and Louis Vuitton coat beside a towering oak tree, staring down at her phone. He doesn’t bother to check if those students are still watching him and speeds over to his target’s perch. Even when he’s a mere few inches away, she continues to mindlessly scroll through her phone. Jaebeom’s anger grows when he notices the amused smirk etched across her pink lips.

“It’s about time you showed up.” Tzuyu says, “You know how much I hate to wait.”

“Give me one good reason not to rip your fucking head off right now.”

“Not even a ‘hello’?”

Jaebeom growls, “You think this is a game?”

“Perhaps.” She raises her calm gaze to his own before offering a sultry smile. “Beautiful evening, isn’t it?”

Her flirtations only add fuel to the outrage raging through his body. He speeds forward again, snatches her wrists and slams her smaller figure against the trunk of the tree behind them. Tzuyu winces at his aggressive movements, but Jaebeom feels no sympathy. Your trembling voice and pained breathing echoes in his ears like a siren, tempting him closer to the point of no return.

It would be so easy to plunge his hand into her chest, to squeeze her heart until it's nothing but bloody ash. Or maybe he should tear her limbs off one by one, make her suffer until she’s begging him to end her—

“You really do care about her, don’t you?” Jaebeom awakens from his imaginary rampage at the question. Her usual smirk is no longer along her face, but instead replaced with a thoughtful frown.

He growls, pressing her wrists further into the bark of the tree. “I told you to stay away from her. You said you wouldn’t touch her.”

“I never thought I’d see the day the big, bad hybrid, Im Jaebeom falls for a human.”

“Shut the fuck up.” His tone is quiet—murderous. “I’ll kill you.”

“No. You won’t.”

“Yes. I will.”

“No, Jaebeom.” She shakes her head with a sigh, “If you kill me, (Y/N) will never forgive you.”

As if she had taken a red hot iron and plunged it through his heart, Jaebeom lets go of the vampire and stumbles backward. He barely catches himself before he collapses to the ground, and even then, his legs feel like they’ll give out at any moment.

Tzuyu, still leaning against the tree, tilts her head with a hum, “She’s a good one, Beom. I feel it… that aura that carries around her.”

“Stop it—”

“And it’s because she’s good that she’ll never belong to you.” She murmurs, “But you already know that… don’t you?”

“You’re fucking sick.” Jaebeom hisses.

To his surprise, Tzuyu’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, Jaebeom.”

There’s too many emotions swirling through his mind. He can’t think—can’t breathe. His chest feels like it’s caving in on itself, and his hands won’t stop shaking. He can’t get your face out of his head—your beautiful eyes looking at him with such betrayal and hatred. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why won’t his hands stop fucking shaking? It’s too much. It’s all too much—

He can’t help it… He has to turn it off.

A switch flips inside of his soul, immediately locking out every ounce of pain. His lungs inhale each new breath smoothly, and his limbs remain as still as a cat. With a clear head, Jaebeom returns his eyes to Tzuyu, who is still gazing at him with such tenderness and understanding. For a moment, the warmth of her gaze reminds him of you.

Tzuyu cautiously takes a step forward, “Jaebeom…?”

“You’re right.” He nods, “I’m not gonna kill you.”

“What are you—ah!” Her inquiry elevates into a scream as Jaebeom whirls forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder. His fangs plunge through the fabric of her expensive coat before piercing deep into her flesh. She attempts to struggle, but he is stronger… and the damage has already been done.

He pulls away, licking the blood from his lips as Tzuyu collapses to the ground. She clutches her wounded shoulder, staring up at him with eyes of betrayal, confusion and fright.

“You… You bit me.”

Jaebeom smirks, “I suggest you spend the next day or so wisely… it’s going to be your last.”

Tzuyu’s expression turns rabid. She scrambles to her feet before sneering at the hybrid, “The sooner you learn to accept your fate, Jaebeom, the sooner you’ll find peace—”

“Meh. Fate’s overrated.”

“Just remember this—” The vampire growls, “—after you turned me, you murdered the love of my life… at least I had the kindness to keep yours alive.”

He snickers, turning to leave. However, just before he takes a step, Jaebeom throws one final comment over his shoulder, “Thanks for all the sex.”

With that, Jaebeom smirks to himself and saunters off into the glow of the setting sun.

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Jinyoung rushes down the hallway, careful not to speed for fear of running into a professor or student working after hours. The fragrance of your blood builds with each step, and he can’t help but grow more concerned with that knowledge. At the very least, he can still hear the faint beating of your heart.

He follows the scent past a couple corners and down another long corridor to a massive, dim lecture room. Fearing the worst, Jinyoung quickly steps through the doorway before immediately spotting your incapacitated form through the darkness propped up against the opposite wall. He doesn’t hesitate to speed across the room and kneel in front of you. You’re unconscious, he realizes, but breathing—that’s enough to lift the heavy weight from his chest.

“(Y/N)?” He calls gently, lifting his hands to cradle your face in his palms. “Come back to me, my dear… Please.”

“Jinyoung?...” He’s never been more grateful to hear the sound of his name until now. Your eyes flutter open and dart around the area before drowsily settling on Jinyoung. The vampire in question breathes a sigh of relief, caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

“There you are.” He murmurs, “How do you feel?”

“Like I was stabbed…” You raise an eyebrow before peering down at the pencil protruding from your abdomen, “Well, would you look at that.”

Jinyoung holds back a smile at your sarcasm, appreciating that even wounded, you still manage to bear your usual fiery charm. His own eyes turn down to the object jabbed within your waist. He carefully analyzes the damage, determining the best possible solution to its extraction. As you said on the call, the pencil itself is trapped inside your ribcage. Jinyoung will have to be careful not to accidentally fracture your bones.

He bites the inside of his cheek before returning his attention back to you. “I need to remove it, but it’s going to be painful. Very painful.”

You roll your eyes, “It will also hurt a lot less when it’s out. I can handle it.”

“I know you can.”

Jinyoung keeps his gaze connected to yours as he wraps his fingers around the wood of the pencil, taking extra care not to brush against the swollen skin of the lesion. Your expression remains fatigued, yet indifferent during his preparation. He waits for your nod before he continues.

In order to prevent as much further damage and to make it as painless as possible, Jinyoung removes the pencil as quickly as he can. Your furrowed brow and teary eyes slice at his soul, but he doesn’t stop until the object is completely taken out. Once it's free, Jinyoung tosses the pencil into a nearby trash can, pulls the sweater from his body and utilizes the garment to cover your slightly bleeding wound. He ignores the crimson of your blood staining his fingers, instead lifting his clean arm to his mouth before biting down.

“What… are you doing?”

“My blood will heal you.” Jinyoung answers, offering forth his bloody wrist. “It’s how I saved you after your assault in the alleyway.”

“If I die with your blood in my system, won’t I become a vampire?”

“You aren’t going to die.”

You shake your head, pushing away his wrist. “Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather not risk anything.”

“At least allow me to bring you to the hospital then.” He insists, “You’ve lost quite enough blood for one day.”

Jinyoung curses at the mischievous smirk that spreads along your lips. “You have got to stop saving my life.”

“Stop putting yourself in danger, and there would be no need for me to.”

“Last I checked, I had no idea Vampire Victoria Secret was gonna show up and stab me with a fucking writing utensil.” You snort, gesturing over to your desk, “Grab my stuff before we go, please.”

Just as you requested, Jinyoung goes about gathering your laptop and assorted belongings before sliding them into your bag. One book, however, catches his attention. For a moment, he pauses to stare at the title, then flips open the cover. His mouth runs dry when he discovers numerous pages of notes in your handwriting.

Jinyoung closes the book before turning back to you, who is struggling to climb to your feet. He moves to help you, stabilizing your body against the wall while asking, “Why are you researching necromancy?”

“It’s a long story.” You inhale deeply, “But to keep it short… Youngjae and I are going to try to resurrect Jackson Wang.”

At the mention of the alpha werewolf, Jinyoung’s muscles grow stiff. He stares at your face, attempting to read the stars in your dreary irises. After what seems like a long moment of silence, he eventually speaks, albeit quietly, “You understand resurrecting someone from the dead is no simple task… Why would you even attempt such a thing?”

Your expression softens. “Because Jackson didn’t deserve to die, Jinyoung. The pack lost their leader—Mark lost his best friend.”

“Resurrection is a dangerous craft, (Y/N).”

“Not if we find the right spell.” You argue, throwing your bag over your shoulder with a sharp inhale. “I know it sounds bat-shit crazy, but I have to try, Jinyoung. For Jackson and for Mark.”

Jinyoung inhales a heavy gust, before releasing an even heavier breath. He curses himself at being so affected by the hope in your eyes. Your determination is too alluring—you are too alluring.

“I have a collection of grimoires kept by a coven of Dutch witches who specialized in necromancy back in the 15th century.” He finally says, “I will gift them to you as long as you grant me one request.”

Your eyes immediately brighten. “Of course. What do you need me to do?”

Jinyoung grabs your hands. “I want you to forgive my brother.”

“Jinyoung—“

“After you left, Jaebeom fed me his blood.” He explains, “He cured the werewolf venom, so I wouldn’t have to suffer.”

Your face first contorts to confusion, then to Jinyoung’s surprise, guilt. “He didn’t tell me…”

“As I told you, Jaebeom has a good heart.” His lips upturn into a sad smile, “He just… has difficulty revealing that side of himself to others.”

With that, Jinyoung carefully gathers your body into his arms. He manages to cover your soiled clothes with your jacket before heading for the door.

“It is your choice. I will give you the grimoires no matter what you decide.”

Jinyoung’s heart leaps when your head collapses against his chest, right over where his heart proceeds to race. Judging by your silence, he expects your mind to have descended into unconsciousness once more, but is pleasantly surprised when your slurred voice reaches his ears, “Hey, Jinyoung?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for saving me. Again.”

Jinyoung smiles, “It was my pleasure, (Y/N).”

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“Such a fucking idiot!...” Youngjae hisses, stomping his way past gravestones and monuments through the light of the setting sun. Usually, he would stop to appreciate such a beautiful moment in nature, but his mind is too preoccupied with thoughts of remorse and anger.

Youngjae knew better than to keep something like this from Mark. His heart immediately drops when he thinks back to the older witch’s furious outburst—Youngjae hasn’t seen him that angry in a long time. Not since Jackson was alive.

He shakes the thought from mind. He should have never agreed to your idea in the first place. Jackson Wang is dead. And he can’t be brought back. End of story.

A faint murmur of voices awakens Youngjae from his self-loathing. He hadn’t realized how deep he has traveled into the forest until now, so deep that he’s very close to the shore of the bay. His curiosity expands when he notices a strange light emitting from behind a group of closely placed trees. Against his better judgement, Youngjae decides to investigate.

The nearer he approaches the site, the louder the voices grow. With a closer view, Youngjae can barely make out two figures conversing in front of a large bonfire. Due to the shadows of tree cover, he can’t recognize their faces, but something about their voices seems familiar to him…

“You’re sure this is going to work?”

“I’ve been planning this for years. There’s no way it won’t.”

“Doesn’t this spell need a crazy amount of power?”

“There will be a blood moon tomorrow night.” Youngjae watches as one of the figures retreats to the opposite side of the fire. If he is a bit closer, he might be able to catch a glimpse of his face. “I will have more than enough power to complete the transformation.”

“And it won’t kill me? The transformation?”

“You sound like you’re having second thoughts…”

“I’m not!” The second figure insists, “The Primes deserve to pay for what they’ve done.”

“And pay they will.” Youngjae’s blood runs cold as he finally gains sight of one of the figures. “The Primes and Mark Tuan.”

“Holy shit—” Youngjae moves to make a mad dash back through the forest, but just as he takes a step backwards, his foot catches a large divot in the earth. He crashes to the ground with a faint yelp, cursing the new ache in his ankle. Panic skyrockets through his veins at the sound of approaching footsteps. Even against the slight pain, Youngjae manages to force himself to his feet, ready to make a break for it, but a broad chest halts his movements.

Youngjae’s heart stops when he meets the gaze of Changbin, the temperamental omega from the werewolf pack.

He smirks, “Your mother ever tell you it’s rude to eavesdrop?”

Youngjae hisses, “Screw you.”

Changbin remains unbothered. “What should we do with him?”

“Well… we can’t have him warning anyone of our plans.” Minho comes into view, wearing a similar smirk to that of the werewolf. “And besides, he might turn out to be pretty useful to us.”

“Why are you doing this!?” Youngjae demands as Changbin shoves him back to the ground. “Are you that desperate for revenge that you’d actually kill Mark-hyung!?”

Minho shakes his head, “I’m not gonna kill him. That special gift is reserved for the Primes.” He chuckles, before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “I’m just gonna take back what I rightfully deserve…”

Youngjae sneers at the witch, “You’re a fucking traitor! A sick, selfish—”

The siphoner immediately grows silent when Changbin lands a harsh hit against his cheek. At the heavy impact, Youngjae goes flying to the earth and doesn’t rise again.

Changbin glances at Minho, “You sure about all this?”

Minho only smirks.

“I’m dead sure.”

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summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

side characters: seoho and leedo

genre: vampire!au, ANGST, romance, humour, fluff

warnings: blood mentions, major character death (kinda?), swearing (like twice), i’m back on my shakespeare shit, insecurities, secrets being revealed, slight making out, biting

word count: 2.7k

author’s note: this chapter is heavily based on beauty and the beast in case it wasn’t obvious so far

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part three 🌙 part four 🌙 part five 🌙 part six🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part nine 🌙 part ten🌙 part eleven 🌙 epilogue

You had successfully managed to stop the bleeding but Seoho was still unconscious. You were so worried. Even though your first encounter with the wizard was quite unpleasant and revealing of his hatred for humans, you still didn’t want him to die.

Not only because he was Ravn’s best friend, but because he had come for you alongside Ravn. To save you from Leedo…This poor man had risked his own life. And you couldn’t just let him bleed out. The guilt would kill you. So, you just sat there next to him, waiting for Ravn to come back with herbs and medicines. After what seemed like eternity of pressing his wound, Seoho suddenly opened his eyes.

“Oh my God, how do you feel?” you inquired anxiously.

“Better,” Seoho murmured. “Stay back.”

“What? But I have to keep pressing the-“

He shook his head.

“I’ve got this.”

You did as he asked and gave him some space. Then, he placed his hand on his stomach and some strange light emitted from it. You watched in disbelief as Seoho healed himself with his magic. A couple of minutes later, he was perfectly fine. He was even standing!

“If you could have done this all along, why did I have to bother trying to save you like an idiot?” you were getting frustrated.

“I couldn’t,” Seoho explained. “I needed sleep to recharge my energy. Casting a spell to find you was quite exhausting.”

“So, my actions weren’t entirely useless, then?” you had to make sure.

“No, I’m grateful,” he smiled weakly.

“So am I. You both came for me,” you whispered thankfully.

“And about what you said to Leedo about Ravn. It was all an act, right? You wanted to deceive the werewolf?”

“Of course,” you confirmed. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to go back to Ravn. But this was the only thing I could think of. I lack in physical strength, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Seoho chuckled lightly.

“I misjudged you terribly. You’re not like other humans.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You actually care about Ravn, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Speaking of him, where is he?”

“I asked him to get herbs and medicine from the castle. But seeing how well you’ve recovered, it seems to me I’ve sent him on a fool’s errand.”

Seoho looked away guiltily.

“It wasn’t entirely pointless,” he argued. “At least you kept him from making me his dinner.”

You laughed despite yourself.

“He wouldn’t.”

“I’m quite delicious,” Seoho joked. “Anyways, now that I’m fine we should go to him,” Seoho suggested. “Unfortunately, I’m drained by the healing magic, so we’ll have to walk.”

“It’s fine,” you were determined. “I don’t mind.”

“You don’t understand. I have a bad feeling,” he said. “I can’t explain it but...do you honestly believe Leedo would let this whole thing go just like that?”

“I’m not sure what I believe anymore. But let’s get going and make sure Ravn is okay.”

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Ravn’s POV

The second I entered my castle, I stormed into the kitchen for herbs and medicine and whatever I could find that would possibly help Seoho. I couldn’t believe how shitty these past few weeks had been. First, Y/N got kidnapped by a freaking werewolf and then, I miraculously found her but said werewolf stabbed my best friend. It was so messed up.

I gathered a couple of things that seemed useful for Seoho’s wounds and meant to hurry out of the castle. Only…fate had different plans. I heard yelling and screaming coming from the outside world. When I looked outside of the window, I realized I was surrounded. By humans, mostly. And they were all led by Leedo. Of-fucking-course. Shitty weeks just got shittier.

They were all carrying wooden stakes made of juniper. Which had the ability to kill a vampire like myself. Splendid. What bothered me was how Leedo and the humans knew what could hurt me? I had only told Seoho and Y/N about the damn wooden stakes. Seoho would never tell another being my secret. Which meant Y/N had…No, I couldn’t afford the time to think about that. So what if she had betrayed me to Leedo?

I was probably going to die within minutes. It didn’t matter anymore. And she was alone with Seoho. Had she planned this all along? To keep me prisoner in my own home, surrounded by embittered people Leedo had turned against me? And Seoho was too far away to save my sorry ass. Or vice versa. I had left him there all by himself, trusting her completely…Only to walk right into a trap. It seemed too damn suspicious and I hated myself for doubting her intentions but it was the most plausible explanation. Why else would she insist on me going to the castle? Alone…

In that moment, I realized I had only two options. Option one was to stay inside for as long as the gates could hold. But without blood, I would practically starve to death. Option two was to go out there and try to fight the humans and Leedo. But with all these wooden stakes, I would undoubtedly get killed.

And even though they were all coming to murder me, I didn’t want to kill them. It would make me exactly the kind of monster people described in fairy tales. However, I was no coward and I had no intention of staying inside to die of starvation. I would leave my castle and fight. Not for myself, I no longer cared if I survived. I needed to save Seoho. If it wasn’t too late already.

So I went outside and fought as hard as I could. But they were too many and too bloodthirsty (not like me but still). And I was alone. Everyone I cared about had abandoned me. In the end, it was Leedo who stabbed me with the wooden stake. The humans were too slow to capture me but the damn werewolf had managed. In my final moments, I thought of her. Even if she had betrayed me, I wanted to see her one last time. Tell her…I didn’t know what exactly, I just missed her. But it was too late…

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Reader’s POV

When you and Seoho finally reached Ravn’s castle, it was too late. The beautiful garden was on fire. The place seemed like a ruin. The gates were wrecked. You and Seoho exchanged a worried look and hurried forward without saying a word. Only to find Ravn’s lifeless body, wooden stake through his heart. No, no, no. You couldn’t believe it. He was…dead. And not in a vampire sort of way. You knelt down next to him, sobbing inconsolably.

“No, please, you have to wake up,” you cried out.

“He’s gone,” Seoho pointed out coldly.

“Can’t you do something?” you screamed desperately. “Heal him! Please!”

“I can’t resurrect vampires, Y/N,” Seoho responded. “If I could, I would have done so already.”

You kept crying, shaking Ravn’s body helplessly.

“What happened?” you asked Seoho, hoping he would have the answers.

“My best guess is that Leedo gathered some humans and they surrounded the castle. I can still smell them, they must have left minutes before we arrived.”

“How did they know that wooden stakes can…” you choked out.

“I don’t know, Y/N, you tell me,” Seoho accused you.

“Seriously? You think I told Leedo something?”

Seoho shrugged.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Unbelievable,” you scoffed. “Maybe they read about it in a book, have you considered that for a second?”

“It’s not in the lore.”

“I’m so exhausted of being blamed for shit I didn’t do,” you groaned. “I just lost the love of my life and you still won’t believe my sincerity.”

“You love him?” Seoho eyed you suspiciously.

“Of course I love him, you asshole,” as you said that a treacherous tear fell down your cheek and onto Ravn’s cold, lifeless face. You kept crying harder and even kissed him, as Seoho simply stared at the scene unfolding right in front of him. “I love you, Ravn, please, come back to me,” you were repeating the same words like a mantra. As if they could turn back time. As if it mattered. You had never told him you loved him. You had hinted it, naturally, but never said those three little words. And now that he was gone, he could no longer hear them. You wondered if he had known. It would break your heart if he had not. “I love you,” you kept saying without thinking. Your eyes were closed and you were just lying on top of Ravn, refusing to let go. Until Seoho interrupted you.

“Y/N, look! His chest is rising and falling,” he exclaimed.

You pulled away briefly to see for yourself if what he was saying was actually the truth.

“That’s impossible,” you mumbled as you witnessed Ravn’s slow breathing.

“Keep doing whatever you’re doing, you damn sorceress!” Seoho chuckled bitterly.

You stared at him in confusion but did so anyway, repeating your confession, as tears continued to fall from your face and onto Ravn’s. But he was still gone, eyes closed and unmoving. However, as you held him tightly, you realized something had changed. Ravn was no longer cold! It was so strange. His hands were warm…they almost felt…human.

“Seoho, touch his hand!” you screamed in disbelief.

The wizard did as you suggested and then, took a couple of steps back, as if to assess the situation.

“This can’t be real.”

And yet it was. You couldn’t understand what was happening but you felt like the only sensible thing to do was continue telling Ravn how you felt for him. After a couple of minutes, what you had been hoping for took place before you. A sight so dear and yet so unfamiliar. A sight that felt like home.

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Ravn’s POV

When I opened my eyes, I felt…different. But I didn’t have much time to analyze what was going on because I was flooded by Y/N and Seoho’s excited kisses and hugs.

“You’re alive!” they squealed excitedly.

“What…how?” I asked, overwhelmed by all the affection I was suddenly receiving.

“Y/N saved your life,” Seoho explained calmly. “She kept sobbing and saying how much she loved you. I don’t understand it myself, but I suggest we talk about it somewhere else. If the humans and Leedo come back for us, we might not be so lucky next time.”

“Seoho’s right,” Y/N agreed reluctantly. “We have to get out of here!” she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “Let’s run!”

Seoho shook his head.

“No need, my magic has been recharged,” he shared. “I can teleport the three of us anywhere you wish.”

“Anywhere?” Y/N questioned hopefully.

“In fair Verona where we lay our scene,” I suggested which earned me another eager hug from Y/N.

“Shakespeare nerds,” Seoho rolled his eyes, but grabbed our hands and teleported us anyway.

Once we were thousands of kilometres away from Leedo and the humans who had “killed” me, safe and sound in a cosy Verona hotel, I decided it’s high time we discussed what just happened.

“Okay, first of all, I have to be honest with you, Y/N,” I started. “I’m sorry for briefly doubting your intentions before getting killed. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” she waved me off. “I’m used to it.”

“What, so when I doubt you, you throw a tantrum, but when Ravn does, you’re like, it’s no biggie?” Seoho was obviously dissatisfied by Y/N’s reaction.

“Let’s not interrupt him!” Y/N scolded my best friend. “He has something important to say. Right, Ravn?”

I nodded solemnly.

“I kept a secret from you,” I confessed. “Seoho knows about it already.”

Seoho agreed, immediately realizing what I was referring to.

“There is this myth that some vampires can be ‘healed’ of their vampirism if they are truly loved by someone pure at heart. At the time, I thought it was silly but when I met you and felt this…immediate connection I hadn’t felt before, I couldn’t help but hope. And now that I’ve had time to process, I’m pretty sure it came true.”

Y/N and Seoho stared at me, waiting for me to reveal the whole truth.

“I’m human now,” I finally announced.

“You’re what?” Y/N exclaimed at the same time when Seoho mumbled ‘I knew it’ under his breath.

“How else would you explain my warm skin, my breathing and the current craving for pancakes and pizza I’m having?”

“Aw, that’s so cute,” Y/N rubbed my stomach softly. “I’ll call room service in a minute.”

“So, you don’t mind?” I asked self-consciously. “You still like me?”

“Like?” she laughed. “I love you, silly! Vampire or human, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“I love you, too,” I said. “Even if you were a worm, I’d still love you.”

“You guys are gross,” Seoho, who was still there. “I’m heading out to get something delicious for all of us.”

“Yay! Ravn can eat human food now!” Y/N exclaimed happily as I shook my head, amused by everything. I was alive. My dream had actually come true. And I owed it all to her.

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Reader’s POV

Once Seoho had left you two alone to get food, Ravn immediately embraced you tightly and started crying. You were so shocked you could barely move.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Ravn?” you asked him, confused.

“I’m sorry. I was such an idiot for doubting you, my love,” he spoke passionately, overwhelmed by guilt.

“It’s all in the past,” you attempted to reassure him and stroked his hair. “I would never hold it against you. I understand why you and Seoho would mistrust humans after the Xion situation.”

Ravn shook his head and pulled away from you, causing you to flinch at the loss of physical contact.

“That doesn’t excuse my unjustified suspicions. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and I…failed you.”

You gripped his shoulders firmly and looked him straight in the eye.

“Stop being so hard on yourself, darling, and just try to enjoy life, okay?”

Ravn gulped nervously.

“I don’t deserve you,” he kept saying. “I never did. Not as a vampire and certainly not as a human. You deserve so much better.”

“But you’re the best there is,” you told him and ran a finger across his cheek. “I couldn’t ask for more. You make me so happy, Ravn. You have to remember that.”

“You’re certain?”

“Both our time is limited now,” you reminded him. “Let’s not waste it.”

You climbed on top of him and began kissing him eagerly. He moaned under your touch and pulled you closer. You bit the bottom of his lip teasingly and he chucked into your mouth.

“What am I to do with you, my thirsty vampiress?” Ravn tsked gently.

“I suppose you’ll have to satisfy my hunger, my poor human,” you joked in return, earning another genuine laughter out of him.

Ravn swiftly reversed your positions so that he was now towering over you as if to help you recall who’s really in charge. Then, you continued breathing each other’s air and grasping one another as if for the first time, and in a way, it was. At least, your first time with Ravn as a warm creature with a beating heart.

“I missed you so much,” you confessed in-between kisses. “When I was trapped, I only thought of you and how badly I want to be back in your arms.”

“I know, my love,” he soothed you. “I only thought of finding you and bringing you to safety, I was so worried.”

As you were sharing your most profound emotions and getting lost in the other person, you completely lost track of time and at one point, you were interrupted by Seoho’s return and the enticing smell of pizza and pancakes.

“Ugh, my eyes!” the wizard complained, disgusted by your intimacy, even though both you and Ravn were still fully clothed!

The two of you jumped away from each other, startled by Seoho’s arrival.

“You’re back,” Ravn simply stated the obvious.

“Come on, I’m starving,” he put the food on the table.

“That makes three of us,” you smirked and gave your boyfriend a meaningful wink.

To be continued…

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Hi Sarah! My friend and I are starting a bookclub (as much as you can with two people who aren't pressed for deadlines) and I was wondering if you have any recommendations? (That is if you have time to rec anything!) We're starting off with Deathless and have Fitzgerald next in line somewhere but I def want to try to expand the genres we read and tbh from years of following you, I trust your judgement

I don’t...like giving recommendations? At least not directly, it seems like too much opportunity for getting it wrong. Everybody has their own tastes, after all, and even the best of friends don’t necessarily vibe with what you vibe with. (I’ve experienced this with multiple friends, so I know what I’m talking about.) Truly, one of the reasons that my whole “I’m going to get back into reading for pleasure!” push has been so successful is that I only bother with books that interest me, and stop reading when they fail to catch my attention.

But I’ve now read at least 60 books in 2020, which is approximately 60 more than I’ve read in the years prior, so I’m happy to share that. Below is my list of recent reads, beginning to end, along with a very short review---I keep this list in the notes app on my phone, so they have to be. Where I’ve talked about a book in a post, I’ve tried to link to it.

Peruse, and if something catches your interest I hope you enjoy!

2020 Reading List

Crazy Rich Asians series, Kevin Kwan (here)

Blackwater, Michael McDowell (here; pulpy horror and southern gothic in one novel; come for the monster but stay for the family drama.)

Fire and Hemlock, Diane Wynne Jones (here; weird and thoughtful, in ways I’m still thinking about)

The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (here; loved it! I can see why people glommed onto it)

Swamplandia!, Karen Russell (unfinished, I could not get past the first paragraph; just....no.)

Rules of Scoundrels series, Sarah MacLean (an enjoyable romp through classic romancelandia, though if you read through 4 back to back you realize that MacLean really only writes 1 type of relationship and 1 type of sexual encounter, though I do appreciate insisting that the hero go down first.)

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden (here)

Dread Nation, Justine Ireland (great, put it with Stealing Thunder in terms of fun YA fantasy that makes everything less white and Eurocentric)

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (VERY good. haunting good.)

Tell My Horse, Zora Neale Hurston (I read an interesting critique of Hurston that said she stripped a lot of the radicalism out of black stories - these might be an example, or counterexample. I haven't decided yet.)

The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society, T. Kingfisher (fun!)

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell (some of these short stories are wonderful; however, Swamplandia's inspiration is still unreadable, which is wild.)

17776, Jon Bois (made me cry. deeply human. A triumph of internet storytelling)

The Girl with All the Gifts, M. R. Carey (deeply enjoyable. the ending is a bittersweet kick in the teeth, and I really enjoyed the adults' relationships)

The Door in the Hedge and Other Stories, Robin McKinley (enjoyable, but never really resolved into anything.)

The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley (fun, but feels very early fantasy - or maybe I've just read too many of the subsequent knock-offs.)

Mrs. Caliban, Rachel Ingalls (weird little pulp novel.)

All Systems Red, Martha Wells (enjoyable, but I don't get the hype. won't be looking into the series unless opportunity arises.)

A People's History of Chicago, Kevin Coval (made me cry. bought a copy. am still thinking about it.)

The Sol Majestic, Ferrett Steinmetz (charming, a sf novel mostly about fine dining)

House in the Cerulean Sea, TJ Klune (immensely enjoyable read, for all it feels like fic with the serial numbers filed off)

The Au Pair, Emma Rous (not bad, but felt like it wanted to be more than it is)

The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (preferred this to Ghost Bride; I enjoy a well-crafted mystery novel and this delivered)

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula Le Guin (unfinished, I cannot fucking get into Le Guin and should really stop trying)

The Ghost Bride, Yangsze Choo (enjoyable, but not nearly as fun as Ghost Bride - the romance felt very disjointed, and could have used another round of editing)

Temptation's Darling, Johanna Lindsey (pure, unadulterated id in a romance novel, complete with a girl dressing as a boy to avoid detection)

Social Creature, Tara Isabella Burton (a strange, dark psychological portrait; really made a mark even though I can't quite put my finger on why)

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins (slow at first, but picks up halfway through and builds nicely; a whiff of Gone Girl with the staggered perspectives building together)

Stealing Thunder, Alina Boyden (fun Tortall vibes, but set in Mughal India)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant; The Monster Baru Commorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson (LOVE this, so much misery, terrible, ecstatic; more here)

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (epistolary love poetry, vicious and lovely; more here)

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir (didn't like this one as much as I thought I would; narrator's contemporary voice was so jarring against the stylized world and action sequences read like the novelization for a video game; more here)

Finna, Nino Cipri (a fun little romp through interdimensional Ikea, if on the lighter side)

Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey (engrossing, even if I could see every plot twist coming from a mile away)

Desdemona and the Deep, C. S. E. Cooney (enjoyed the weirdness & the fae bits, but very light fare)

A Blink of the Screen, Terry Pratchett (admittedly just read this for the Discworld bits)

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine (not as good about politics and colonialism as Baru, but still a powerful book about The Empire, and EXTREMELY cool worldbuilding that manages to be wholly alien and yet never heavily expositional)

Blackfish City, Sam J. Miller (see my post)

Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan (didn't finish, got to to first explicit sex scene and couldn't get any further)

Prosper's Demon, KJ Parker (didn't work for me...felt like a short story that wanted to be fleshed out into a novel)

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (extremely fun, even for a reader who doesn't much like Napoleonic stories)

Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone (fun romp - hard to believe that this is the same author as Time War though you can see glimmers of it in the imagery here)

A Scot in the Dark, Sarah MacLean (palette cleanser, she does write a good romance novel even it's basically the same romance novel over and over)

The Resurrectionist, E. B. Hudspeth (borrowed it on a whim one night, kept feeling like there was something I was supposed to /get/ about it, but never did - though I liked the Mutter Museum parallels)

Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang (he's a better ideas guy than a writer, though Hell Is The Absence of God made my skin prickle all over)

Gods of Jade and Shadow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (fun, very much a throwback to my YA days of fairytale retellings, though obviously less European)

Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone (it turns out I was a LOT more fond of Tara than I initially realized - plus this book had a good Pratchett-esque pacing and reliance on characterization)

Get in Trouble, Kelly Link (reading this after the Chiang was instructive - Link is such a better storyteller, better at prioritizing the human over the concept)

Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips

Soulless; Changeless; Blameless, all by Gail Carriger (this series is basically a romance novel with some fantasy plot thrown in for fun; extremely charming and funny)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James (got about 1/3 of the way through and had to wave the white flag; will try again because I like the plot and the worldbuilding; the tone is just so hard to get through)

Pew, Catherine Lacey (a strange book, I'm still thinking about it; a good Southern book, though)

Nuremberg Diary, GM Gilbert (it took me two months to finish, and was worth it)

River of Teeth, Sarah Gailey (I wanted to like this one a lot more than I actually did; would have made a terrific movie but ultimately was not a great novel. Preferred Magic for Liars.)

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (extremely fun, though more trippy than Gods and the plot didn't work as well for me - though it was very original)

The New Voices of Fantasy, Peter S. Beagle (collected anthology, with some favorites I've read before Ursula Vernon's "Jackalope Wives", "Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers" "The Husband Stitch"; others that were great new finds "Selkie Stories are for Losers" from Sofia Satamar and "A Kiss With Teeth" from Max Gladstone and "The Philosophers" from Adam Ehrlich Sachs)

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The Circus X [END]

Werewolf! Kylo x Reader Modern/Monster AU

Words: +3.600

Warnings: tiniest bit of Angst but mostly fluff

AN: Feedback plz! Couuldn’t reall find fiting gifs for the last chapter so enjoy these cute werewolf babies from Ame and Yuki and the Moodboard I made for this story.

MASTERLIST: Can be found in my bio if you are interested in more!

Everyone wanted to give Y/N and Kylo a quiet moment, except the intruder from before. Trying to pull something out of his coat he was quickly stopped from the director who was looming over him in his full height.

“Let’s discuss everything else in my buero, shall we Mister Solo? The leaders of your pack are already waiting on the other side of a portal.” the director showed his creepiest smile and Han saw no other way to follow for now.

Kylo watched them leave, before he gave all his attention to his mate who was cuddled up against his chest. It had worked! It really worked, she was a werewolf now, just like him. He wondered why her transformation had taken so long, but he quickly shook his head to get rid of these devastating thoughts. She was alive and that was all that matters.

“Alright, grace period over.” Poe suddenly shouted and all of the others agreed before they attacked them with a big group hug.

“Ow, fuck you gremlins get away from us!” Kylo barked and just now Y/N saw how beaten up her boyfriend was.

“What happened to you?” cupping his face he only smiled back.

“I protected you and I would do it again.” leaning his forehead against hers, he kissed her soft lips.

“How are you feeling, Moonshine. You must be exhausted...”

“Me?! You are the one still bleeding! I’m more exhausted from your reckless behaviour.” she sighed and looked at the bandages.

“This will heal in just two days, don’t worry.”

“Well whoever is feeling worse, we should still bring you somewhere safer.” Phasma told them, as much relieved as the others that they had Y/N back, but their work wasn’t done yet. The Circus had to be rebuilt as soon as possible.

“Why somewhere safer? What happened?” Y/N asked confused until they could hear something crash outside.

“What did you do?!” she immediately asked Kylo who scratched his head ashamed.

“Might have destroyed the camp...” he mumbled very quietly.

Taking a deep breath, she then shook her head with a little smile.

“My chaotic wolf...” brushing over his cheek, he leaned back into her warm touch before she kissed him.

Everyone helped them to pack the most essentials before bringing them into the meadow where everyone else from the circus was waiting. Kylo carrying Y/N in his arms while he nuzzled his face against her neck.

“Is everyone alright?” Sadie called to them and helped to bring Kylo and Y/N towards a small area where they treated a few light wounded.

“How is this possibly… ” she whispered quietly while checking Y/N before taking her in her arms.

“Kylo turned me.” she explained while hugging the older woman back.

“I’m just glad you are alright my sweetheart! You must be starving now after your transformation. And you guys too!” she pointed at Kylo and Rey who where just laying on the ground, groaning with exhaustion.

Sadie shuffled away and for now Y/N laid beside her mate cuddling with him up in a soft blanket before the kitchen woman returned and gave them a few bags of various snacks she had horted for the day after the Full Moon.

Munching on their snacks, Kylo and her were just sitting next to each other in silence while he leaned his head against hers, the little creatures on her lap calmly sleeping while the sun was slowly rising.

For the time being, since they didn’t know when they could return to the circus grounds and start rebuilding, the werewolf let Poe get Kylos car over to the safe space so that Y/N would at least be sheltered.

“You don’t have to pamper me anymore.” she chuckled while he let her down in the mountain of pillows and blankets on the backseat.

“You can’t blame me after tonight...” he sighed while Trico and Morgana flew by his head to cuddle up against Y/N, Mellow following shortly after to hide in the shadows of her hair.

“Y/N!! I’m so glad you are okay!” she suddenly heard a hissing voice scream until Kou slithered up Kylo and made his way towards her. The little snake was crying his little heart out while she held him close.

“I’m sorry for worrying you so much.” kissing his little snout, Kou sniffled slightly while curling up around her neck.

Soon Phasma cuddled up with them in the back seat while Finn and Poe took the front seat to sleep, Rey had made herself a little hiding space in the back of the open trunk.

Even though their home was destroyed, all of them were just glad that everyone was alright and survived this horrible night.

While everyone was exhausted and snoring beside her, Y/N was laying on Kylos chest with her eyes wide open.

Gently lifting herself off Kylos body, she watched his sleeping face for awhile while she gently brushed with her fingers over his wounds.

“I love you, you stubborn wolf...” she whispered against his lips before she quietly left the car and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, her foster children quickly following her.

“Come here...Darling.” picking Trico up from the ground she loosened the Talisman around his neck and let him run for awhile while he started to grow to his original size.

“That's better right?” she whispered, not to wake everyone else and brushed over Tricos snout when he came closer, quietly purring.

“How about you my fiery sweetheart? Want to fly a round?” petting the little dragon that was curled around her leg he stayed where he was not moving a bit.

“I’m not going anywhere, I will be right here waiting for you.” she reassured her scaled child who slowly made his way to her arms so that she could hold him up before it flew up into the sky.

Watching him for a while soaring through the sky, Trico soon joined him, Mellow who disliked sunlight, quickly rushed back into the car to Kylo to vanish into his raven black hair.

Finally she was able to take a deep breath again, without pain, enjoying the chilly air on her skin and without the worry that her body would just gave out under her, she wandered around a bit, until she noticed the director walking towards them from the rubble of the circus.

Quickly making her way back to the car she gently shook Kylo who instantly wanted to sit up only to hit his head right at the roof of the car, waking everyone else up immediately.

“What is it?! Are you okay?!” he asked frantic while climbing out of the car. Pulling her in his arms, he saw why she had woken him up.

Instinctively, Kylo held her even closer when he saw that his Father was still with the Director.

Y/N quickly held out her arm to catch her dragon who roared at the unfamiliar intruder, same with Trico who stood behind them, glaring at the older werewolf.

“As you can see, Y/N is a Fairy and no ordinary human. Besides now she is even one of your own kind and she and Kylo are standing under my protection. If you have something against that, your pack has to interfere with the Ministry itself, who will be here any moment.” the Director still explained to Han, while a car was coming closer.

“Oh for fucks sake...” Kylo mumbled and immediately shuffled behind Y/N as if he wanted to hide from someone, when a few people left the car and approached them.

“Now don’t be shy and greet your Mother!” an older, beautiful woman spoke up with outstretched arms and Kylo slowly approached her before she pulled him in a hug and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

“Mum...” he mumbled embarrassed while rubbing over his cheek with his sleeve. Y/N started to chuckle when she saw this shy side of him and walked over to greet his Mother as well.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

“She is my mate.” Kylo explained to his Mother with slightly red cheeks but a very proud smile.

“You can call me Leia, my Dear, since you are now part of our family.” she smiled and patted her cheek until she shot a glare at the silver wolf.

“Han.” she only greeted him shortly before she continued to ignore him completely and turned her attention to the Director.

“How bad is the damage?” the three of them and the other people that came with Leia made their way back to the destroyed Circus.

In just a day the Circus got rebuild and everything that was destroyed would be replaced by the ministry who would let the werewolf pack pay for the costs.

“It was really nice meeting your Mother...” Y/N mumbled, with her mouth full of bloody steak and Kylo just watched her with adoration.

“Sure, Moonshine.” he grinned, brushing the mayo from her mouth after she stuffed her face with fries.

“Will I always be this hungry?” she asked and pushed her third plate away while patting her full stomach.

“Around full moon, yeah. Since you just transformed a few hours ago it’s basically the same.” he explained, taking his own last bite of steak.

“Maybe we should get you changed and cleaned up now.” he suggested when he noticed the still bloodstained clothing she was wearing.

“That counts for you too. We can take a nice bath together.” with a wide grin, she cuddled up against his side and Kylo quickly showered her face in kisses which made her even more giggle.

“Circus destroyed, got someone back from the dead and the only thing they think of doing is snogging, again.” Poe called over teasingly and Kylo just showed him the finger with a grin.

“And how are the new tents treating, y’all?” Kylo asked while they set down on the table with them.

“To be totally honest we should thank you for destroying most of this place.” Phasma laughed with a few snakes around her arms.

“The new tents they provided have freaking extention charms on them. Yours is almost finished so just wait till you get inside.” Finn grinned, visible happy about this change.

“True that, every little one of my children has there own little bed now.” the blonde woman shook her head in disbelief.

“See my Darling. Everyone is happy with the chaos you have made. So don’t feel guilty about it anymore.” squishing his cheeks together with one hand, Y/N pulled his head down to kiss his pouty lips before she gathered the empty plates to bring them to Sadie and help her with washing the dishes.

“And how is she feeling?” Poe asked while pouring Milk on his cornflakes.

“Good! Pretty good, actually. She didn’t have to transform into a wolf yet so she has more energy than me. I’m just ready to take another nap to be honest.” he sighed while resting his head onto his hand until his love came jumping back to him.

“I have the best idea for our new tent! What would you think of a big hammock for us!” jumping next to him on the bench, his eyes knowingly wandered up to her head before he started to chuckle like the others around them.

“What? What is it? Is it such a bad idea?” she asked with disappointment.

“No it’s a wonderful idea it’s just ...” taking her hand he lead them up to the fluffy ears that were poking through her hair.

“Oh! I got wolf ears?!” immediately she started petting them herself which made her even cuter than she already was.

“Well you are basically a cup right now who has to get used to its powers. It will probably happen a few more times when you get this excited, until you can control your wolfself.” he reassured her before nuzzling his nose against hers which made her smile.

“This will be so exciting...” chuckling to herself, she cuddled back up against his chest, wondering what the next few days would bring them.

“I got us pizza and beer!” tired and exhausted Kylo pushed away the tarp from their tent, just to find his clothes scattered around on the floor.

“Moonshine?” he asked confused but soon saw what the problem was.

Y/N was sitting inside their bed, his clothes chaotically placed in a somewhat circle around her.

“I don’t know! I just started and now I can’t stop. And just so you know I can accept zero criticism right now!” without even looking at him she pointed her finger at Kylo.

“Oh Moonshine...” he smiled and shook his head lightly.

“You're trying to build a nest.” he explained and carefully sat down next to her construction.

“A nest? For what? I’m not a goddamn bird!” she huffed while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“No you silly, you’re building a nest for our cups. That means you’re going into heat soon.” he growled seductively with a wide grin while kissind her temple.

“Cups? Heat? Already? But I just woke up a few days ago...”

“Your body and instincts know best… just try to listen to them and I hate to say it but … if you want to know better you could ask Rey about the whole female view about it.” watching her for a moment, Kylo gently brushed over her arm. “How about we eat first and after that I help you...” pressing another kiss against her temple, she suddenly held onto him.

“We could have cups?” she asked again, her voice so hopeful, and he nodded before carefully leaning his forehead against hers. “Do you want to? Because if we let it happen, we will definitely have some.” laying his arms around her, she soon cuddled up against his chest.

“I don’t want to waste anymore of our time together … The last time we thought we had all the time in the world it was suddenly stolen from us… wait, some? How many would we have?” she asked suddenly surprised and looked back up at him.

“Werewolfs rarely have just one child in one pregnancy when it happens during their rut.” he explained.

“Lets eat before the food gets cold and I explain everything to you.” brushing over her head, she nodded while making space in her chaotic first build nest so that he could join her.

Making themselves comfortable while they munched on their pizza, Kylo explained to her what it would change for them if they really decided to give into their instincts and would have children.

“I mean we could always still wait, there is no ru-”

“I want cups.” she interrupted him and he looked down at her head that was resting on his chest.

“Remember in the hospital…?”

“How could I forget...” Kylo sighed, the thought still giving him chills.

“You were telling me not to leave you alone...” Y/N quietly whispered and he was shocked that she had even heard him in her weak state at the time.

“And I thought, that we didn’t even have the time to really plan our family. That I would leave you completely alone. And if something should ever happen again I want you to have at least a piece of me left with you...” hearing her voice break it immediately tucked at his heart strings and he wrapped his arms tight around her body.

“Oh Moonshine …”

Y/N slowly robbed her way onto Kylo and brushed her tears away before she sat up on his lap. “Would you want some right now?” brushing over his chest he started to grin slightly. “You know I never could resist you...” he growled and let his hands wander up her side.

“Besides, I actually would love the idea to have a few little ones of our own, I guess our other little monsters warmed me up to the idea.”

“Perfect!” with one motion Y/N had pulled off her shirt and attacked him with kisses.

“Wait right now?!” he shouted surprised but already chuckled against her soft lips. Both of them giggling like lovestruck teenagers.

Walking through the leaf covered paths between the tents, Y/N tried to pull the cardigan closer around her figure.

She was on her way to the big tent, since Kylo would finish his training at any minute. They had just arrived at this town yesterday and she was sure they would get to see the first snow of the year here.

Turning around the next corner she was suddenly attacked by three energetic bundles of joy.

“Mommy are they here already?!” one of the children called while it’s fluffy tail was wagging behind it.

“Sorry, my Darling but you still have to be patient.” Y/N told her little girl while one of the boys lifted her sweatshirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked and patted against the round baby belly.

“Yes my sweetheart, I’m pretty sure.” brushing over his head, she saw the little wolf ears poking out between his black curls.

The second boy was trying to shout out to the two babies inside of her, remembering them to wake up and come out to play.

Suddenly a loud and deep howl echoed through the area and the triplings gathered around their fathers legs to howl with him.

Lifting all three of them up with one arm, Kylo gave each of them a light headbutt.

“Didn’t I tell you little devils to go easy on your Mother?!” he asked them and they quickly started to pout.

“Oh don’t be so harsh to them… They are just excited to meet their new siblings.” Y/N cooed while pressing a loving kiss on each of their heads.

“Doesn’t mean they can run you over, my Love.” leaning down, Kylo gave her a gentle kiss on her smiling lips.

“EW!” the three rascals quickly jumped away from their fathers arm to run away.

“Hey where are you going?” he called after them with a wide grin.

“Stop teasing them so much, my Darling.” cuddling up against his side, Y/N looked after the three while they started to play catch.

“As soon as their little siblings are here they will realise how easy I was on them.” Kylo snickered and let out a barking laugh.

Shaking her head a little she suddenly grinned before taking Kylos hand to lay it on her round belly.

He could feel the usual kicks against his hand and his lips curled up in the widest smile.

Laying his arm around his beautiful mate he kissed her temple.

“Mommy!” her little girl, Trico hanging in her arms, was running back to them and quickly grabbing her mother's hand.

“Luke heard whispers in a cave nearby. Do you think it is another friend?”

“It could be, my little Sunshine. We will have to find out.” brushing through her little girls hair, Y/N walked alongside her gently smiling while Kylo followed a bit behind with a grin.

Soon they could see their two boys and the dragon stalking around the entrance of a small cave, where Y/N could hear the voice her son had noticed.

“What do you think, Darling? Do you want to help whoever it will be?” she asked her boy who nervously stared into the dark.

“Dad will help you. And you can take Morgana with you, he can light the way.” encouraging him, Kylo already lifted him up and sat him on his shoulders.

“Mommy can’t go so you have to help this time.” his father explained and the little boy hold tightly onto his father's head before he nodded.

After around half an hour while Y/N waited outside with the other two who started to play hide and seek, they soon could feel rumbling footsteps coming closer. Kylo came out of the cave, no sign of their little boy until a rubble of stone came out of the cave, a big figure made of stone standing in front of them her boy on it’s shoulders.

“Look mommy! It’s a golem!” he shouted excited and lead the creature out of the cave.

“You did great! I’m so proud of you!” Y/N called up to him, while shooting Kylo a light glare.

“What? He is fine up there.” Kylo shrugged his shoulders before soothing her with a gentle kiss on her soft lips.

Lifting her brow slightly her eyes softened, before she cuddled up against Kylos side, their children had already started to lead the golem towards the circus.

“They are wonderful siblings, even though Luke is the only one who can talk to creatures they support him.” she whispered and Kylo nodded proudly.

“Yeah, they will be wonderful when the other two will arrive.” laying his big hand against her belly, he could feel another nudge against it.

Bringing the golem back to their camp, Luke had the responsibility to translate for the director which he mastered perfectly.

With flushed cheeks he cuddled up against Kylos legs who picked all three of them up.

“We are very proud of you...” he reassured them, and all of them nuzzeld their heads against their fathers.

Cupping their faces, Y/N pressed a kiss on each of them before they started running through the paths again towards their tent.

It was a normal calm day, Y/N sat down with her girl to help her with her paintings, while Kylo tried to teach the boys how to control their wolfselfs until it was time to tug them in.

Each of them cuddled up with one of the creatures in their hammocks, while Y/N tugged them into their blankets and kissed them goodnight.

Looking at their sleepy faces while Kylo read them a good night story, Y/N wouldn’t be able to describe how thankful she was for this second chance.

Brushing through Kylos black locks, she sat down beside him and closed her eyes after resting her head on his shoulder, his deep voice echoing through the tent while she gently brushed over her round belly.

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hot-wiings · 5 years

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Requested By: Wattpad User.

Vamp! AU, NSFW, Fingering, Degradation.

[Edited: 8-6-19]

Katsuki Bakugo. He was labelled as many things. Most of those labels were associated as bad. He was a monster. The most feared and hated man in the village. Not that you could call him a man, he was a blood-sucking thief.

They just didn't understand. He was a hero. At least, that's what he called himself.

He protected the village from the werewolves. Territorial little bastards. They were oh, so greedy, wanting as much as land as they could find. They liked to mark land as their own, and snap the necks of their enemies without the blink of an eye.

But their blood tasted so foul. It was bitter as vinegar. Was it too much to ask for a little blood from the village as compensation for protecting them? No, it wasn't.

Then there were the fairies. There were different types of fairies, but they were typically the same. Morally obligated, do-gooders. They always saw the best in people.

Always trying to be helpful. A bit too cheery and happy for Katsukis liking. Although he's never actually met one, he heard their blood was rich and sweeter than honey.

Tonight was the full moon. Every full moon Katsuki went out and kidnapped a girl from the village. He'd take her blood, and live off it for the month. This was why the village called him a monster, despite him protecting them.

Katsuki walked around the village, deciding on a house. The houses were all boarded up. Windows blocked out, doors nailed up. As if a few planks and nails could keep a vampire as vicious as him out.

He came across one house that stood out more than the others. The doors weren't as boarded up. They were boarded, it was just poorly done.

They were weak. He'd be doing them a favour by taking such a weakling out. A weak target, easier to take. It was just tiring when they fought back, however, Katsuki did enjoy the fight.

He pulled the two boards 'protecting' you out of the house with ease. It was pathetic really. The boards never stopped him, so why bother.

He pulled the covers off your body. You were kinda beautiful, but that just made him crave you more. You were in a nightgown. What really shocked him, were your wings.

Looks like he rumours of a fairy in the village were true. He pierced his lip with his fangs. Looks like he was hungrier than he thought. He would still have to wait until he brought you home to devour you.

The longer the wait, the sweeter the pray. You. You would be sweeter than any forbidden fruit.

Katsuki laid you down on his bed. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to taste your blood. He was hungry. Starved.

He moved your hair away from your neck. You were still asleep, your chest heaving up and down softly. He could hear your quiet heartbeat. He creased your soft and supple skin and plunged his fangs in.

It tasted sweet. Sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. He wanted more of it.

You had woken up. Your eyes slowly widening as a sharp sting entered your neck. You gasped in pain, but it soon turned to soft groans.

It enticed him. However, your arms kept pushing him away. Coming out of his trance, not wanting to drain you of all your blood and kill you, he pushed himself away. Licking your blood of his lips he grinned at you.

"My little Fairy, your blood is so sweet I almost didn't control myself."

"Your Bakugo... Aren't you?"

You frowned. Your fate was sealed. He would use you as a meal for the month, then dispose of you before taking someone new.

Katsuki glared at you.

"Yeah, I fucking am. So get used to this. You belong to me now."

He turned around and slammed the door shut, leaving you with nothing but the sound of the clicking lock.

After nearly a month of living with Katsuki, you hated it. He was rude, mean, and vulgar. He treated you like a personal blog bag, which you technically were. You were happy he hadn't killed you yet.

You couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was hated, which is why he was like this. He wasn't shown real love before. Among feeling bad for him, you felt something else. You couldn't identify the feeling.

He protected the villagers from the werewolves. You knew he protected the village. However, you never knew how hard it was, or how dangerous.

Katsuki limped his way into his house and dragged himself into his bathroom. He had blood dripping down his face, a gash in his arm, and his clothes were torn.

The thing about fighting werewolves, they're vicious. The thing about vampires fighting werewolves, werewolves wounds are more fatal to vampires. They take longer to heal, and hurt way more.

You followed him into the bathroom, and take out a rag to clean his wounds. You rinse the cloth with warm water and press it to his gash.

"Fuck! Stop that."

"I have to stop the bleeding. We both know what werewolf wounds will do to you untreated.”

He huffs and glares at you.

"It's not a wound. It's barely a scratch."

You cross your arms and glared back at him.

"Quit being bull-headed and let me help you."

He doesn't reply. You place the cloth on him again and clean him up. Trying your best to ignore his hissing and muttered swear words.

After you bandage him, you push him into the bed you've been sharing for the past month and lay next to him.

You hesitantly bite your lip, as you brush your hair off of your neck.

"Bite me."

"You want me to fucking bite you?"

"Yes. Feed off of me, you'll heal faster."

"No, I already fed off of you today."

You straddle him.

"You'll heal faster. You're weak right now."

"Fuck off."

"Just do it."

"No."

"Do it, or I'll cut open my hand and force-feed you."

“Fine, you fucking stupid fairy-ass bitch.”

He bites into your neck, plunging his fangs in you and sucking up your blood, drop by drop.

He pulls away after replenishing himself. He looks at you and sees you smile.

"See, was that is hard...?"

He watches your eyes flutter shut, as you fall unconscious.

"You idiot."

When you wake up again, you see him sitting beside you. His wounds are almost healed and he has a sandwich.

"Eat it."

He says it so sternly, it puts shivers in your spine.

"I just woke up."

He sighs and softly speaks to you.

"Just eat the damn sandwich."

He looks you in eyes.

"Please...?"

You take it from him. This is the nicest he's spoken to you. This is the kindest he's acted towards you.

You slowly bite into the sandwich. You're glad he gave it to you. It actually made you feel better. It might not have been a good idea to have him take so much of your blood, but you're happy you did.

"Why do you protect the village if they hate you?"

"If I don't, who would? You? Those wolves would break your wings like a little twig. They might even do worse to you."

"But they hate you."

"Do you hate me?"

Katsuki moves closer to you and looks you in the eyes.

"No.”

"You could have killed yourself yesterday. You shouldn't have done that."

"You were in pain."

"Stupid little fairy."

"I’m not stupid."

"I'm the one who chose to go out and fight those mutts."

He was even closer to you now.

"I didn't wanna see you in pain."

"Why? I fucking brought you here! I held you captive. I drank your blood."

"Because I love you!"

Katsuki smashes his lips onto yours. Your lips move in sync. He bites your lip and grabs your butt pulling you closer to him. It elicits a deep guttural moan from you.

He can smell your dripping arousal with his vampire senses. It's provoking him. making him crave you with an insatiable hunger.

Katsuki pushes you down on the bed and rips your shorts off of you. He moves your damp panties to the side and slips two fingers inside you. With how soaking wet you are, his fingers slide right in, making a sploshing sound as they go.

"Look how wet you are for me. I barely touched you, and you're dripping wet."

Katsuki lowers his face to your heat. The smell of your luscious arousal hits his nose with a more formidable scent.

"Wet like a pretty little slut."

Katsuki feels you tighten around his fingers. He aggressively pumps them in and out of you.

"Whos dirty little slut are you?"

"Mhmm... I'm your’s Katsuki."

Katsuki brings his hand down and roughly smacks your heat.

"What are you?"

"I'm your dirty little slut, Katsuki."

Fingers still pumping in and out of you, Katsuki pulls you up by your hair and makes you look at him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

He roughly jerks his fingers up inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"You, who?"

"You, Sir."

"Good Fairy."

Katsuki added a third finger. He roughly and rapidly pumped his fingers in your hole. Once he felt you tighten around his fingers he pulled out making you whine. You felt empty and bare without him in you.

He brought his hand, dripping with your succulent juices, up to his face. He licked his hand clean of you, moaning as he did.

"Not only do fairies have the sweetest blood, but they have the sweetest juices."

"Why'd you stop?"

Ripping your shirt and bra off of you, he speaks with a wanton need in his voice.

"You're not allowed to cum until I do."

He grabs your breasts and squeezes them in his hands. He assaults the right one with his mouth. He gently bites and pulls on your nipple while sucking and swirling his tongue around your areola.

With your left breast, he viciously attacks it. He pinches your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. Rolling it and pulling on it.

He lets go of your breasts and pulls you closer to him harshly by the hips.

"I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you."

He pushes his cock into you. He wasn't super wide, but he made up for it with length.

He mercilessly pounded into you. You grabbed onto the blanket under you and cried out as he continued his pleasurable assault on your body.

"You like that little fairy? You like when I pound your delicate body like this?"

You couldn't reply as he thrust into you. You could only let out a string of moans.

He slows down his movements. Making you whine, and crave him filling you up with his cock. His hand comes down and grips your neck.

"Answer me when I ask a question!"

"Mhm. Yes Sir. I love when you pound into me. Pound me like the dirty slut I am."

Katsuki growled as he thrust himself into you again. He felt ready to release into you, as you tightened around him.

“Cum with me, my little fairy."

He felt you tighten around him even more, milking him, as you ejaculate. He releases himself at the same time as you, filling and stuffing you up with his seed. If you could call it that seeing as he is a vampire.

As he pulls himself out, a stream of your mixed cum drips out of you. He pulls you against him and lightly kisses your head as you nuzzle against his chest.

"I love you too, my little fairy."

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alphawave-writes · 5 years

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Sigrold week 2019 Prompt 4) Halloween

Synopsis: Junkentstein!AU. The King has called for heroes to his aid to defeat the wicked Witch of the Wilds once more. But these heroes shared a history before. Especially the Warlock and the Werewolf

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On a dark and stormy night, the King made his yearly summons for heroes to come to his castle’s aid. When once many would rally to his aid out of honour or fame or wealth, now they feared the King’s call. Dr. Junkenstein had been slain once before, but they could never get the Witch of the Wilds, and for the price of his soul he became her servant, rising from the dead alongside her other servants. It became somewhat common knowledge that the witch only appeared on All Hallow’s Eve. For what reason, it was uncertain, but it ultimately did not matter. What mattered is that every time she survived the battle and retreated, and every year there would be a tentative peace over the lands, and then every All Hallow’s Eve since, the Witch would summon Dr. Junkenstein and her allies to attack the castle once more.

The Warlock had come to the King’s aid. For what reason, no one knew. Privately, he was not sure what his purpose here was himself. The Void whispered its mad curses into his ears, but he had learned to ignore them. All that mattered was that he fought and slain the witch for good. That was all that mattered.

“So you are ready, old friend?” The King called. He had gave the Warlock his old room for board. It had not changed over the years, hundreds and hundreds of magic scrolls all collecting dust on a shelf right next to his overused desk and underused bed. It was comforting, and just a little bit sad. If he failed today, he might not be able to see it again.

“I am ready,” he replied, his voice softer and meeker, a far cry from the arrogant brilliance of his youth.

“You will not be alone in this battle,” The King said. “Heroes have once again answered the call.”

“Do I know these heroes?”

The King frowned.

The Warlock’s lips thinned to a line. “How many, and who do I know?”

“Three others, and all of them.” Before he could ask, the King added, “All you need to know is that they have called themselves the Beast, the Werewolf, and the Abomination.”

“Not comforting names,” The Warlock murmured.

“Perhaps not, but you are needed downstairs. Talk to your fellow comrades.” The King grasped his shoulder tightly. “Whatever you do, don’t let your past define the present, Siebren. The Kingdom needs you. We need you.”

The Warlock shook the King’s hand off his shoulder. “I shall be fine,” he grumbled. He turned on his heel and descended the staircase to the banquet hall.

At the opposite end was a small crowd, the remaining castle servants staring curiously at the King’s newest heroes. From this angle he could not see them, so he glided over, using his magic to part the crowd and let him through. He was relieved to not hear more from his patron than a dark whisper.

At the centre of the crowd was a large gorilla in the typical robes of a mage, as well as an oversized hamster sitting on an enchanted Gourd. The Warlock recognized the Beast and the Abomination, but they had changed a lot since he last met them. They were subjects in magical experiments at first, designed to fight against the Zomnics, but instead were given the gift of incredible intelligence and strength. He got closer and they both turned to greet him, the Beast giving a friendly wave while the Abomination, still on top his strange gourd-like vehicle, gave a little squeak.

“The Abomination says greetings,” the Gourd spoke.

The Warlock blinked rapidly. The Beast smiled nervously. “The King told me you were alive but I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high. It is good to see you, sir.”

“It has been too long,” The Warlock gasped. “But…if you are both here, then who’s the Werewolf?”

The Beast’s smile faltered. “You don’t know? You haven’t seen him?”

“Seen who?”

The Warlock suddenly felt two fingers tap on his shoulder. He turned around, eyes widening when he saw who it was. Their hair was wild, growing in patches over their face and their forearms, though it did little to hide the scratches and claw marks that marked their skin. The classical symptoms of lycanthropy was already affecting them, transforming them into a form that was half monster and half man. They expected a full moon tonight. It wouldn’t be long before the monster fully emerged.

The Warlock couldn’t help the tears that beaded his eyes. Arms wrapped around his body, holding him impossibly tight.

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” the Werewolf whispered.

“H-Harold,” The Warlock’s throat quivered.

The Werewolf let go from the hug, smiling tightly. His eyes roamed over the Warlock’s body. “When I heard that you were alive and that you got yourself a patron for your magic, I thought it couldn’t be true. Siebren de Kuiper, making a deal with a spirit? I thought it was impossible. But…you have the brand.”

The Warlock quickly put his hands behind his back, hiding the brand from the Werewolf’s sight. “They told me you died on an expedition.”

“That’s what I get for dabbling in Necromancy,” he sighed.

“Necromancy? You tried to dabble in Necromancy?! Why would you delve your hands into the dark arts?”

The Werewolf frowned for a long time. Quieter, he admitted, “I thought you were dead. Everybody did, after the ritual you performed. All we found were your books and the signature of the spirit realm. Why wouldn’t I try to revive you?”

He turned his head away, frowning deeply. The servants have mostly dissipated, leaving only the Beast and the Abomination standing. He had to change the subject. “I suppose it was you who found them, then.”

“They found me,” The Werewolf replied. “Hammond was roaming the outskirts of towns, driving away the zomnics and the bandits. Winston however was studying the arcane arts just like us.” He suddenly smiled. “He’s a skilled astrapomancer now. Would be qualified as an electricity Elementalist by the Guild if they weren’t so against other magical entities joining their ranks.”

The Beast blushed, shyly revealing their weapon. “I’ve…developed ways to hone my electrical powers. Not that I’m as good as Master Winston.”

“It’s Harold. Or the Werewolf. I’m not Master Winston anymore.”

The Warlock frowned. The Beast and the Abomination were both enchanted creatures, magic permeating their bodies even till this day. The Werewolf raised them like his children, hoping they would never have to unleash their true power and fight. Evidently, he failed, and as punishment he must fight alongside them.

“Harold, could we talk privately?” The Warlock asked.

The Werewolf gave a look to the Beast and the Abomination. He nodded, gesturing to a small corner of the Banquet Hall. Soon as the Warlock was out of earshot from everyone else, he pinned the Werewolf to the wall with his magic. The void whispered in his ears, eagerly awaiting a sacrifice, but he gritted his teeth and kept the flow of magic steady. He had been starving them, and they had been forced to feed on his soul for nourishment. They would want a blood offering and they will get it, but that blood won’t come from the Werewolf.

“Harold,” The Warlock said slowly, “why did you come here?”

“I have a duty to my King, just as you do,” The Werewolf replied.

“Do not lie to me, Harold.” He could feel the Void growing in his veins, begging for release, but he gritted his teeth and forced it down. Not yet. Not until the battle. “I do not have any ordinary patron. I have harnessed the Void. I can hear for all the spirits, and if you are a necromancer and a lycanthrope now, then I would’ve felt your presence as soon as you entered this town.”

“Not unless I masked my trace.”

The Warlock frowned. “You were a Scholar, a Druid with a mastery over animal magic. Not a necromancer, not a werewolf, and certainly not a warrior.”

“You were a Scholar too,” he countered. “You were so talented, Siebren, but you let that power get to your head.”

“But I have achieved it, Harold. I have achieved my life’s work” the Warlock retorted. “I have discovered gravity magic, and I have mastered it. Why else are you floating above the ground? You know very well it’s not the signature of air magic.”

“Gravity magic cannot be controlled without great cost, and that’s not even beginning to consider your pact with your patron.”

“I have harnessed it.”

“What did it cost, Siebren?” The Werewolf asked.

The Warlock stared at the Werewolf for a few seconds. The Void began to speak to him again, begging for violence. He tried to stop their whispers but it was too late. Harold was, and still is, an adept at sensing magic. With a sigh, the Warlock gently put the Werewolf back down on the ground.

He was staring at him with soft, pitiful eyes. “You gave up your soul?”

“They said I would get it back if I defeated the Witch for good. They say her magic defies the natural order of the living and spirit realms.”

“And you believe them?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I can try at the very least.”

The Werewolf is silent for many moments. When he spoke once more, his voice was quiet and strained. “Tonight will be a full moon. I will change soon.”

“What strain of lycanthropy is it?”

“The curse variant. The Lunar tribe killed everyone in my expedition except me. Fortunately, it is only a physical change; it does not affect my mental state or my magic, but I still feel the bloodlust. I might as well put that bloodlust to some use.” The Werewolf ducked his head. “I don’t want to live life like this, hiding in the shadows, running away from people when the full moon tolls. If I do this, maybe I’ll be accepted by everyone. Perhaps Hammond and Winston will also be accepted.”

The Warlock’s lips dipped. “If only I knew you were alive.”

The Werewolf stared at the Warlock for several seconds. Then he extended his hand, pointing out his ring finger. Golden magic trails from his fingertips as he did an intricate series of gestures. It was the magic rite that they first performed when they got married all those years ago. To perform it now was a silent admission of undying love. A silent admission that Harold still loved him true, and that he accepted him for what he had become.

The tears beaded in the Warlock’s eyes as he did the second half of the ritual, his purple magic crossing and merging with the Werewolf’s magic to create a unique sigil. A flame flickered on their ring fingers, signifying that they had performed the ritual correctly and that their love remained true. He stared at the Werewolf, hoping his message was clear. That he reciprocated in kind, accepting Harold and loving him regardless.

“Siebren,” the Werewolf whispered as he caressed his face.

“It’s Sigma now. Or Warlock,” he frowned.

The Werewolf opened his mouth but before he could say anything, the bells tolled from the clocktower. Horns erupted throughout the castle as the King rushed to the banquet hall.

“Heroes, the time has come for you to come to Aldersbrunn’s aid. Tonight is the night that you shall fight Dr. Junkenstein and the Witch of the Wilds.”

The Beast and the Abomination have approached the pair, faces resolute and serious. The Warlock felt a hand wrap around his, squeezing tightly as the skin quickly gave way for rapidly growing fur, nails giving way for dark claws. Amongst these oddities, the Warlock felt a small sense of calm. He was with loved ones who would protect him, and who he would protect in turn.

“As the Lord of Aldersbrunn, I represent the people in thanking you for your service. You shall be finely rewarded if you return alive and the castle safe. Double so if you defeat the wicked Witch of the Wilds for good.”

The Warlock squeezed the Werewolf’s hand in return, feeling the magic build up in his system. The Void was gleeful, erratic. As the first lightning bolt struck, he could see the first wave of Zomnics leave from the battlements, currently being fended off by the castle guards. By his side, his comrades had summoned their weapons. With a flick of his wrist, the hyperspheres were brought into creation. One by one they knelt down as the King used his magic. The air around their bodies shifted. They were now marked as the castle's defenders, together until their job was done or until death did them part.

“Godspeed, and god’s guidance on your path. On this All Hallow’s Eve, I mark thee Heroes of Aldersbrunn." With a shuddery breath, the King added, "May the Gods light your path this cursed night."

And thus the four Heroes, bounded by destiny, banded together to defend the castle. For tonight, the minions rose from the dead, ready to wreak havoc on the land. For tonight was the night of Junkenstein's revenge.

#Overwatch #Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #Harold Winston #Sigrold #Sigroldweek #Sigroldweek2019 #Once again I write way too much for a very specific AU #Three tanks and a healer can only work in Junkenstein let's be real #Yes I am once again implying that Warlock!Sigma and Werewolf!Harold are married in this verse

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ESSELLE’S 2018 BNHA FIC MASTERPOST

In 2018, I wrote 65 fics, totaling 334,365 words! I also managed to hit ONE MILLION words posted on AO3! I decided I wanted to try for it at the beginning of the year, and I can now rest easy knowing I followed through ^^

This is the list of fics I wrote for BNHA. My Haikyuu fics (mostly KageHina) are linked at the end!

❀ = my favorites/fics I’m especially proud of! ♡ = fic + art with RC!

TodoDeku

Starved, rated E. Omegaverse/medieval AU. On a hunting trip in the woods, palace guard Izuku makes the acquaintance of the brooding yet kind Prince Shouto. 26.4k words.

Todoroki Shouto Does Not Have Cat Ears, E. Catboy!Shouto. 5.6k.

In Return, G. Izuku gives Shouto something warm. 770 words.

No Matter, T. Shouto has some slightly ridiculous worries about his hair. 1.5k.

Trust Fall, T. Izuku shows Shouto how to do a trust fall. 1.6k.

❀ Something Good, E. A quirkless!Deku AU with a twist. 4k.

❀ pls respond, T. Izuku buys merch of himself and Shouto. Shouto is in love. 5k.

Keep Breathing, T. Idol AU. It’s Izuku’s first day on set and he’s panicking. 1k.

Winter Song, G. Fantasy. Izuku returns to the icy woods to find a forest spirit. 1k.

♡ Green Leaves, G. Izuku surprises Shouto on Christmas Eve. 617 words.

TodoBaku

❀ Runnin’ with the Devil, E. College/music AU. Shouto dreams of playing the violin. When he meets hot drummer Bakugou during his first semester of university, it’s more than just their favorite kind of music that clashes. 39k.

❀ ♡ A Very Precise Art, T. Who keeps leaving Katsuki origami gifts? 3k.

❀ ♡ Bittersweet and Strange, E. Vamp/Werewolf. Tale as old as time... 9.5k.

Tiny Waist, M. Shouto is distracted by Katsuki’s tiny waist. 750 words.

Domestic TodoBaku Fics - soft fics all set loosely within the same timeline

A New Thing, T. 1st year; Bakugou is not great at apologies. 2.4k.

PDA, T. 2nd year; Bakugou is surprisingly into PDA. 2.4k.

Not Doting, T. Pro-heroes; Bakugou is on shopping duty. 3k.

Some Assembly Required, T. Pros; Todoroki's inner Interior Decorator surfaces once he has his own apartment. 2.6k.

♡ Boyfriend Tactics, T. Pros; Katsuki finds a kitten with familiar eyes. 1.3k.

KiriDeku

❀ Manly Cute series - One shots of KiriDeku's developing relationship post-graduation from UA.

Manly Cute, E. Eijirou can’t stop thinking about how cute Midoriya is. 6.3k.

Like Honey, E. Izuku is maybe falling in love. 8.5k.

Scot Free, E. Izuku is stressed after Eijirou has a close call at work. 3k.

TodoBakuDeku

❀ Deserving, T. Katsuki and Shouto plan a very good birthday for Izuku. 6k.

Miscalculations, T. Katsuki doesn’t want to go to the class reunion picnic. 1.9k.

Defenses, T. Shouto has two awkward crushes. Both of them cry a lot. 1.8k.

Misc

♡ Devilish series - TodoBakuKiriDeku OT4. Angels/demons. Angels Izuku and Katsuki wind up in hell, where they meet demon prince Shouto and his impish servant Kirishima.

Bakugou Katsuki Cannot Catch a Fucking Break (In Hell), M. Some angels fall. Others get pushed. 4.2k.

Hell Fever, E. Shouto saves Izuku after he gets a Hellish sickness. 5k.

❀ True Temptation, E. Katsuki challenges the Prince of Hell. 5k.

❀ ♡ Uncharted Territory series - mainly BakuDeku. Roleswap fantasy AU with Deku as the Barbarian and Katsuki as the adventurer.

Uncharted Territory, E. Katsuki gets Deku out under the stars. 4k.

Sense-memory, T. Deku learns what a kiss means. 2.5k.

❀ You Have a New Admirer!, E. KiriBaku. Katsuki gets extremely lucky when he tries out a friend’s glitchy dating app. 12.8k.

The Hot One, T. KiriKamiBaku. Eijirou’s best friends are both very cute. 1.4k.

A Sticky Situation, E. TodoSero. Hanta has a problem. 1.6k.

♡ Double Date Night, T. KamiKiri/BakuDeku. Milkshakes and disaster. 536 words.

♡ Workshop Rejects, T. KiriBakuDeku. Giftwrap mishaps. 826 words.

2018 was the first year I got into writing for BNHA and as you can see... it hit me hard! That’s everything for BNHA!

★Find my 2018 Haikyuu fics here!★

Thanks so much to everyone who read any or all of these stories! Diving into a new fandom and pairings after so long was pretty scary but the love people expressed for these stories was so worth it! I am excited for the new ideas I have to share next year! ^^

find me @ AO3 | Twitter | Dreamwidth | Pillowfort

#masterpost #yearly masterpost #esselle writes #bnha fanfiction #essie's bnha fic #bnha

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clevernewdimension · 6 years

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Unearthly Delights Part Eleven (M)

Preview, One, Two (M), Three, Four (M), Five, Six (M), Seven (M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve (Coming soon!)

Genre: Drama, Smut, Action, Romance, Supernatural Creatures and Monsters AU

Pairing: JunmyeonxCharacter

Word Count: 6.5K

A/N: Sehun backstory? Sehun backstory. Tiny little smut? Tiny little smut.

Sehun, for his seemingly cold exterior and dead panned expressions, was one of the most kind hearted and thoughtful people, I’ve learned. I found myself at his place, wearing one of his shirts on his couch after taking a shower. His place was nice, a big studio apartment. The two bathrooms are separated by a wall that didn’t go to the ceiling. The two bedrooms as well, though when I asked Sehun said that magic makes it so no noise leaves them, sort of like Junmyeon’s office. Below the loft bedroom was the entrance and the door that goes out to the balcony.

One of the rooms, the master one, was up some stairs, walls and a sliding door separating it from the living room. Sehun’s place was neat, very modern and stylish, which I’ve come to expect from him. Johnny’s room was past the kitchen and dining room, across from the bathroom. He wasn’t home, attending classes at the moment. I listened as Sehun complains about having to tidy up after him from time to time. I could tell by the small smile on his face he doesn’t seem all that bothered.

The door opens, and Johnny walks in, setting his keys on a hook by the door. Looks just like he always did. Fairly normal and not completely fucked up. Jeans, shoes, a hoodie over a faded tee with the logo of Taemin’s fighting club. A hat on his head, backwards with a little bit of hair falling through the front. Just like a normal college kid. He looks up, seeing me, before looking and seeing Sehun in the kitchen. He sighs, shaking his head “Dude, if you were going to fuck the person that’s practically my sister, I’d appreciate the warning to stay late and study instead of seeing this.”

“Assumptions are for stupid people,” Sehun says calmly, before pointing at me, as if that was explanation enough.

I look up, and his eyes soften, seeing my red ones. He sets his bag down, moving closer. “What happened,” He asked, knowing that for me to cry something had to have happened.

“He’s… the person who killed Junmyeon’s sister was my father,” I say, no more tears able to fall. I was still in shock. “He… he had my mother killed. He killed his sister. He wanted me to join them. But I can’t. I’d never,” I mumble, though quietly.

Johnny places his hand on my arm, looking back towards Sehun. The look on his face said he wanted answers and he wanted them now. The shapeshifter takes over, “Junmyeon needed space to think. I mean, he met the man who killed his sister and then found out that it was Ava’s father. His world just got rocked too. So he left, but he called me, and stayed close by until I got there just in case they came back for her. She was never alone.”

“Still a shitty thing to do,” Johnny bites back, rolling his eyes. The frown on his face growing by the second. “I get he needed space, but he could have at least talked to her before you got there.”

An exasperated sigh leaves Sehun, as he crossed his arms, “He just n-”

“Why are you defending him,” Johnny asks, not angry, but looking disappointed in his friend and housemate.

Sehun rolls his eyes, “I owe everything to Junmyeon. My life, especially. I know him. He doesn't hate her. He doesn’t blame her. I’m absolutely certain he told her it wasn’t her fault, too.”

“I look like him,” I say, their conversation not really affecting my at all. “I look like the person who killed his sister.”

I could hear footsteps, before seeing Sehun push the coffee table away with ease with his foot. A swift kick and it was moved a few feet. Like it was made of feathers, as he sits down in front of me. Sehun places his hands on my knees, looking me in the eyes, “The man you know, the man he is… you know him. The way he feels for you is everything that happened before they crashed the date.”

I could feel my face flush, remembering the nice time we had before. I felt oddly normal, or once. I’ve never done that sort of thing, not even with Aiden. “It wasn-”

“It very much was a date, Ava,” Sehun says, giving me a bit of a glare. “I can tell you how excited Junmyeon was this morning when I saw him. We meet for breakfast or dinner at least three times a week, and he was nervous and excited. I haven’t seen him like that almost the entire time I’ve known him, and I’ve known him longer than you’ve been alive.” His eyes soften, remembering, “Ava. He is the brother I never had. I know him better than he knows himself most of the time.” Sehun smiled at himself at that. “Trust me, it very much was a date in his eyes, and everything that happened before those assholes showed up is how he feels about you. Don’t overlook that. He’ll never admit it, but he was scared when you both were confronted, and when someone is scared it makes them do dumb, thoughtless things.”

Johnny watched to the side as he spoke, holding his tongue. After a few seconds, he nods, “Alright. If you say so.” He looks at me, bumping his shoulder to mine, “But still, he shouldn’t have said that. About her looking like that.”

“I agree,” Sehun says, leaning and resting his back on the table. “It was stupid, but like I said, when faced with that kind of trauma, people don’t always react in the best way.” He shakes his head, before looking back to us. “So, we’re ordering in. What do you want?”

“Tacos,” I say with a mumble, looking up at them.

Johnny nods, giving me a grin. I could tell he was still a bit upset, but decided to hold his tongue for my sake. He pats my shoulder, “and ice cream!”

Sehun just smiles as we let Johnny go to get it. He wanted to go, since he’s been sitting down all day at classes and the walking would do him good. I think he needs a little time to think everything through, honestly. Sehun sighed, moving to fall down next to me on the couch after getting up and handing me some water. He made sure to kick the table back into place before he sat down, putting a coaster down for my drink as I set it down after drinking half of it.

“They always joke about my age,” Sehun says, cutting through the silence. His eyes blank, looking forward at nothing in particular. He was very stiff and he looked exhausted. “But… I really am the oldest. Shocking, I know.” He says, turning to look at me as I tilt my head to meet his eyes. “I am over a thousand years old. I was the son of an ancient King, in Korea. The only son of a king whose wife died when I was ten. Vampires attacked, overtook the throne and locked me away. I was kept as their plaything. Made to do whatever they wanted. When I turned twenty-four, they injected me with something. The blood of a shifter.”

He holds out his hand, and I watch as it changes, the skin becoming lighter, even lighter than mine before going back. “They made me immortal, and tried to convince me to work for them for their benefit.” His eyes go dark, “But, I remember that night very well. I was the only son, but I had a sister. She was six that night. Her birthday a few days before. They killed her in cold blood. Jun and I bonded over that,” He says, scoffing. “Kind of a sick thing to bond over. So I told them there was nothing they could have done to make me work for them.”

He leans against the couch, still facing me, “So they kept me in a room. No light. No food. No water. Just to see how long it would take for me to die. The rumors are that, unless physically murdered, shifters can’t die. They decided to test the rumor. I lived.” His face is stone cold, looking off into space. His eyes not focusing on anything but the memories. “The shifter blood I was given was an original one. Not a made one, but one that has been around since the beginning of time. For centuries I went without food or water. Decades without seeing a single person. I went mad, all alone by myself.” Sehun sighed, crossing his arms over himself, like a protective shell. Not that I could blame him. “I wanted to die. Everyday I wanted it to end. I tried to kill myself so they chained me up. I was too weak to use my strength, so I kept living. Then I convinced myself it was the punishment I deserve for not saving my sister. I was alone in life. So alone.” He glances over, a small smirk on his face. “Until one day, about seventy years ago, the door opened. The head of the clan wanted to see what else they could do to me. See if they could make other shifters that are loyal to them stronger. They wanted to use me as the test subject.”

I stay quiet, listening as he spoke. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him, watching him remember all this awful shit. I find things difficult to talk about, so I can’t imagine how hard it is for him. He was picking at a loose thread on his shirt, “So they tried adding other things. For that, they needed me strong. With the help of a siren, I was eating, drinking and out of that dark room. Took me forever to trust Baek and Dae since they’re sirens too.” He sighs, shaking his head, “They trained me. To deceive. To seduce. To fight. To kill.” Sehun glares at a spot on the wall, “I was their puppet. I was in the light, seeing things and eating food, but not really seeing it. I was in a constant haze. Nothing was clear. I was out and no longer starving for centuries, but I would have rather been back in that room than to have been their plaything again. Then they started when they thought I was strong enough. Demon blood didn’t really do anything, since shifters are already demonic in nature. Vampire blood doesn’t, either. After all, to turn you have to be bitten and drained almost to death or almost dying and then drink the blood of the vampire who bit you in order to turn. Just their blood wouldn’t work. They tried it all. Werewolf, siren, merperson… until they stumbled onto a mixture of two exceedingly rare bloods.”

He look at me, shaking my head, “It’s a shock, but they do exist. Angels. That whole shit. It’s true, but not as bad as ‘if you do this you will go to hell forever your soul is going to suffer’ bullshit. God and all that mostly just… watches. Like we all a bad sitcom, I imagine.” He says with a smile, looking over. “You’re the badass mystery girl trope if there ever has been one. Your probably has terrible ratings.”

“Fuck you,” I say before I could stop myself, causing him to laugh a little.

He grins, “But angels are fairly common, even now. They walk among us, helping sometimes. People who deserve it. Sometimes to people who don’t. But archangels? They are rare. They’re tall. Huge. Even the most ancient of vampires wince away in their presence since they radiate pure sunlight. The halo is just a horn that’s a circle, connected. Their eyes can see through any illusion and their minds can not be tricked or forced to obey. The Venture clan managed to get a vial of their blood. I don’t know how, maybe a fallen one. Happens once about five or so centuries. It was the only vial, and since I was the one who showed the most promise, they wanted to use it on me. But they waited. They were missing something. They wanted to try to make me into their perfect weapon.”

He smiles, though it was a bitter and angry one. “Then, they stumbled onto the last of the remaining vials of basilisk blood. They died six or seven centuries ago as people started hunting them for good luck and fortune.” Sehun sighs, “Probably for the best. They killed so many people just eating. Their blood was thought to be gone too, as some vampires drank it like it was a fine wine, apparently. After getting their hands on a vial, that is what they decided to try. They mixed the two and injected it directly into my heart.” He closes his eyes, “The pain… unbearable. The angel blood reacting to the demonic shifter blood. It was like I was melting from the inside out.” He smirks, “It backfired, their little experiment. I got a lot of abilities. No vemon, but I can change my eyes and make a person die if I want. Thankfully no scales either. Granted it’s so exhausting I’d pass out almost immediately. It’s not something I care to do, but if I need to, I will. What they didn’t expect was I gained a resistance. Archangels are resistant to a siren’s call. And a lot of things. Because of that, I was free from their brainwashing, essentially.”

“I was like a frantic cornered animal,” He says shaking his head. “I was ripping whatever came at me to shreds. I was scared… broken… alone. I broke away from the place and found myself down in a tunnel. Turns out it was a subway tunnel. I’ve never seen one. I got out of a station and up on the street and it was so different. The lights, the noise, the language, everything was different and it was all awful. Yet, I could read it. Archangels can read and speak all languages with little to no effort, no matter how old, after all. People talking about me, calling me awful things. I was overloaded from all the new things I just bolted. I ran, just ran until I ran literally into a person. It was Junmyeon. And he was… god, he was covered in blood as he was breathing heavily, holding that knife,” He says pointing at my boot where he knew I had it. “Turns out I stumbled into a fight between the people who had me and a one man army, essentially. I could smell the Venture blood he spilled and I knew he was the only chance I had to get away from them.”

“He looked at me, holding the knife to me. I was terrified he was going to kill me, until two people came up behind me, grabbing me.” Sehun says, shaking his head. “Jun is smart. He know that those were the same people. That I was against them, too. So, after killing probably another three of them, they left scared for their lives and we were just… there.”

Sehun smiles fondly, “He took me in. My mind was fucked up after centuries of wasting away, and then decades of people forced to fight and kill, among other things. I had to practically be reprogrammed back into a person. There were times I’d fall back into the schedule and training they put me through without realizing it. Jun helped me through it all, never once letting me down or letting me feel like I was worthless and broken.” Sehun smiles at those memories fondly. “I lived with him for a little over a decade. I told him everything and he became the brother I never had. I may be older than him, but I see him as an older brother. After all, those centuries locked away and that time under a haze I don’t exactly count as living.” He sighs, “Then, my worst fear happened. They came for me again. And they found something that could kill me. A knife. It was gaudy. Gold, with jewels of every different color. It was some sort of cursed blade. They were scared of me, or the power they gave me and now that I was uncontrollable, I needed to be stopped. They tried to stab me but it never happened. He put himself between them and me. Stabbed in the stomach. Junmyeon almost died for me.”

Sehun winces at that, probably replaying the moment in his head. “He saved my life time and time again. Ava, I would do anything for him.” He looks up, putting his hand over mine, “so trust me when I say that he cares. He’s loyal and compassionate and he does whatever he can for the people he cares about. He’s forgiving, unless you hurt someone he cares about. He adores you, and finding this out isn't going to change that. If you were with them all along? He would have felt betrayed. But you’re not. They hurt you too. So trust me when I say that he has no ill thoughts towards you. If anything, the fact that they hurt to too just added to his deep hatred of them.” He smiles, “It’s weird. I always though he’d be into someone, you know… prim and proper. I think you’re a nice change, though there are some things about you that need work.”

“Thanks,” I say, rolling my eyes. I shove him, “I’m glad you escaped them, you fuck.”

“I’d appreciate you not telling people all of that,” He says, just as the lock was starting to be messed with. “No one but you and Jun know that, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Sure thing Angel,” I say smiling when Sehun shoved me, a small pout on his face.

A few days later, I was getting ready for work. Ariel sent me a text chain talking about things and tips for what to do and what to look out for. I was apprehensive to see Junmyeon again. I’m not angry at him, but I am livid at the man who is supposedly my father. I sigh to myself, finishing off my braids as I look at myself in the mirror. Black boots for kicking ass are a must, but my legs are covered in fishnet stockings that go up until they reach my black shorts with had a lot of my ass hanging out. Two straps that did nothing but rest higher on my hips, leaving some place cut out to show a little more skin. Ariel came over and dropped off the top I was wearing yesterday, a grin on her face.

It was a halter style top, tied at the neck with a band that goes around the back. It was tight, but shows off a lot of side boob and cleavage. A little eyeliner and mascara and I was good to go. I put my leather jacket on, opening my door and starting my journey to the club. I got a few catcalls, which I proceeded to flip off as I walked. Opening the door, the place was different already. I hung my jacket up in the employee’s room before moving, seeing the place. Where there was once a dance floor there is down large beds with small tabled around. None of these are private, save for a few at the back with curtains. Minseok was at the bar, preparing as Ariel looked up at me, smiling. She pulls me to the front of her, before starting to put jelly like glitter in my hair in the part between my two braids.

“This is gonna such to get out but it just makes you look even hotter,” She says, as Minseok looked at me, smiling. He was wearing his usual, ready to get people drinks.

She then lightly dusts some more of the glitter on my collar bones before pulling away, “All done,” She says, smiling.

Sehun was also at the bar, drinking a little water before his night began. He looks me over, “Nice.”

“Thanks,” I say, crossing my arms.

Soon after, the doors opened and it got hotter in here than ever. Temperature and otherwise. People fucking like rabbits right in front of my eyes as I was scanning the room, making sure no one was being taken advantage of. It wasn’t even ten minutes in when I had to stop a guy from harassing two women who were fine with each other. They smiled at me, telling me they were lesbians and wanted to know if I could take some time off. I smile, feeling flattered, but I told them no thank you. If I wasn’t there to stop people from being asshole who know what would happen. Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were having a tougher time than I was, having to pull people away from one another often.

Overall, besides the moaning and, sometimes, yelling, it was mostly normal. It was nice to not have music thumping loudly. I went to Minseok and told him I was going to go use the restroom, and to watch out for a bit. He nods, giving me a thumbs up. I move through the people, before opening the bathroom door. I could see a woman on her knees, hearing the obscene noise of her giving him some help. The person holding her head was very familiar. I smile, seeing Jongdae with his head back, low groans echoing in the room. I didn’t say anything as I quickly use the bathroom, watching my hands just as they were bending. The woman turns, and I look over, seeing the familiar face.

“Hey Rory,” I say with a grin. She wore a tight mini skirt with a very short crop top that shows off a lot of underboob without trying. She jumped a little when I spoke, and I could see she wore small pasties under it as she just smiled, her hair in a high ponytail that was now lopsided.

She blushes, biting her lips with a small smile, “Hi! This is great! I always wanted to come here. Especially during this week too!”

“Glad you could come by,” I say, grinning. “If someone bothers you, come to me, ok?”

She nods, “Will do!” She looked back at Jongdae, smiling, “I’ll have to see you again sometime.”

Jongdae smiles, adding on a lot of flirting, “Well, I’m here a lot. Though, if you mean it, I could give you my number.”

I shake my head, “I’ve got to get back to it. I’ll see you later.”

She smiles, waving, but her eyes don’t leave Jongdae. I weave my way though the people getting it on, seeing as Jongin comes from the stairs. Face covered with red lipstick prints as he smiles, hair all over. He walks over to Minseok, “Water please!” His eyes glowing bright red. He smiles at me, “Hey, Ava!”

“I take it you’re feasting, hm,” I ask as Minseok hands him a water.

“The sin associated with incubuses is lust but right now for me it’s gluttony because it all is just so delicious,” He says, practically moaning as he takes the glass.

Minseok passes me a thick envelope, “Take this to Junmyeon. A person he works with left it with him and said it’s urgent.”

My heart stopped for a second hearing that, “Jongin, can you do it? I need to keep an eye out-”

Minseok looks over, “No. You.”

“Fuck,” I say, glaring at Minseok, who just gave me a sarcastic smile in return. I take the envelope, before moving towards his office. I knock twice before opening the door, looking town to the ground. “Minseok said someone dropped this off for yo…”

I look up, seeing the man who was the head of the Venture clan ahead of me. The man who was apparently my father. He was standing two feet in front of Junmyeon, back towards me. I rushed forward, yanking the man back and putting myself in between them, my eyes burning with rage.

“Ava,” Junmyeon says, hand on my shoulder.

I reach down my boot, grabbing the knife as it flares to life, holding it out to him. “Leave,” I growl, “Go away. Now.”

The man just looks at me with a bored, plain expression. “This is touching,” A voice says that was clearly not his. I watch as his form shifts, and Sehun stands before me now. A small smile tugging on the edge of his lips.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I let the knife fade, putting it back in my boot. I take a deep breath, moving a giving Sehun a punch in the shoulder.

Sehun looks insulted at my weak attempt to hurt him. “Well that’s unnecessary,” He says, not even moving.

“Pretend like it hurt you fucker,” I yell, hitting him again. My knuckles will be bruised from this and he’ll come out of it fine, but it’ll help me in the moment.

Sehun looked surprised, eyes wide. He lets himself be moved a little, “Uh… Ow. Owwie.”

I feel a hand on my shoulder, making me stop before I throw another. I turn, seeing Junmyeon, “Here. Minseok said to give you this.”

I push it towards his chest, trying to get to the door. I was scared, seeing that man rocked me to my core. I thought Junmyeon was in danger. I thought he was going to kill Junmyeon.

A hand catches me, gently pulling me back. Sehun looks at me, before pushing me towards Junmyeon. “You two. Talk.”

His arms wrap arounds me, preventing me from falling. “But I have to handle security,” I say, trying to find any excuse I could to leave.

Sehun’s form shifts until I see myself standing in front of me, the exact same outfit. He gives me the finger, looking like me, before moving and walking away, opening the door and slamming it behind him.

Junmyeon removes his hands after a moment, “Um…” He tosses the envelope on his desk, knocking over an empty ramen cup as it bounces onto the floor.

I shake my head, “I should get back to work. Sehun can’t cover for me, he’s booked all night and we can’t le-”

“Avelyna,” He says, softly, taking a step towards me.

I stop speaking, looking at the floor. It felt weird. Everyone else in the world I would have looked in the eye no problem. I would have stared and kept my shoulders back and shown no fear. But I was afraid, at least a little. There was something about this man that easily cut through my barriers and it was terrifying.

“I’m sorry,” He says putting a hand on my shoulder. “Sehun told me how you were after. I shouldn’t have just left you like that. I should have stayed.”

I look up, seeing him take one of his hands and run it thought his hair. He looked back to me and I could see the regret on his face. “I didn’t want to make you feel that way. I put what I was feeling before how you must have felt and I’m so sorry for that.”

“I get it,” I say, “He… he killed your sister. I just wanted you to know I never knew about that and I never, ever would have wanted that. That I didn’t know him or what he does.” I bite my lip, looking off to the side. “I just… I don’t want you to look at me and see him.”

He moves, holding my face in his hands, “I never could. You’re…” He take a moment to think, a small smile coming to his face again, “despite dressing like a middle schooler going through a phase-”

“Hey,” I say, glaring a little, momentarily forgetting how scared and awkward I felt.

He laughs, “Despite that, you’re a bright light in my life. You’re everything I was told to avoid growing up, honestly. You’re rude, you're not ladylike, you’re promiscuous, you’re rebellious, and you have no problem getting into a bare knuckle brawl if it could get you something.”

I wince, thinking about it. Made sense. His family seemed like the upper class. Influences politics and used marriage for some sort of gain somehow. Classy, which I was not. I shrug, “Well when you put it like that-”

“But that’s not all you are. That’s your armor, Avelyna,” He says, smiling, “You’re actually very kind. You help your friends if they need it, no matter what it is. You defend yourself and others, even if it means standing in the face of a head vampire who could rip you to pieces with a flick of their wrist,” He says, smiling, gesturing to the knife in my boot. “You’re loyal to your friends and you never back down no matter how hard something is. That is admirable. All of those reasons are why I can’t help but get more enamored by you every second since I’ve met you.”

My face was flushed, probably beet red with how much he’s complimenting me. He moves, wrapping his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. His lips softly press into my hair. I tightened my arms around him, holding him closely.

He pulls away, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to my lips before grinning at me. He looks at me, laughing as he just hold my face again. “You looks so cute when you’re flustered!” He just grins, before letting me go.

“I-I’m gonna go b-back to work now,” I say quickly as I could, causing Junmyeon to laugh. I open the door, quickly shutting it behind me as I willed myself to calm down. I look, seeing myself keeping a watchful eye. I move, tapping my shoulder. It was a surreal experience to say the least.

He turns, sighing, “Thank god, behind a human sucks.” His form moves back into Sehun, his hair bright purple. “I felt so powerless and weak, it was awful!”

“Thanks, asshole,” I say, pushing him only for him to not budge at all. He just grins, leaving me to my place and moving away, back to work. The rest of the night was rather uneventful. When I did finally take my break I managed to take a moment on the roof of the club, taking in some fresh air instead of the clouds of sex and sweat below. There was a small seating space made. Some seats made from reclaimed wood and nice comfy cushions. There was a little storage shed on the top, as I leaned against the wall of it and too in the sight and the sounds of the city that never sleeps. I hear the door behind me open as I turn, seeing Minseok. His eyes glowing a little red for a moment.

“Sorry,” He says, glaring, “Just… the last guy was a real piece of work.”

“Wanna vent about it,” I ask, drinking the last of my water and crushing the bottle. “Trust me, I love talking shit about people who are assholes!”

“Some asshole vampire from a different clan bringing up the fate of mine,” He says, glaring at the sky. “There was this pact between clans, and everyone but mine was in it centuries ago. We left right about the time I was born, actually. Some decrepit assholes still hold it against us… well, me. They say my clan deserved it’s fate, even if the pact is all broken up now.” He sighs, reaching for his pocket and getting a pack of cigarettes, which, from what I can tell, are not actually cigarettes. I wait as he lights it up, taking a quick drag from it. “Worst is they like to remind me I’m to blame for my clan’s deaths.”

“I hardly think that’s a fair thing to say,” I mutter, declining as he offered me the blunt. “I have to keep a sound head while I’m working. Perhaps after.”

“Right, I forget that it has a bigger effect on humans.” He nods, “Well, in a way I am. I’m the one who made friends with Junmyeon. I’m the one who helped fuel my clans hate for Ventures. When it started to crash down, I’m the one who went for help from werewolves, which for a very long time was a line never to be crossed.” He holds the blunt with his other hand, there was a ring on his middle finger. Plain. No design. He, with his thumb, slips it down and I could see red irritated and burned skin.

“Minseok, what the fuck,” I say, moving and taking the ring off his hand, “That’s iron!”

“Only about forty perfect,” He says, looking at it sadly. “That was a family ring. Of... my old fiancee, who was killed by the Ventures in the battle. He was human, like you. He was killed in the last battle as a price I had to pay for fighting back. So, I wear the ring to remember it was my fault.”

“Well I’m not going to give this back to you,” I say, clutching my hand around it. “I don’t care if you fight me and rip me to pieces, I’m not going to let you keep torture yourself like a fucking idiot.”

Minseok just smiles, looking at me. He shakes his head, looking towards the skyline for just a moment. “Fine. Hold onto it, then. Just listen to us when we tell you to run and not fight, please? We know from personal experience that humans tend to die easily and are often targeted. You listen to us, I’ll let you hold onto the ring.”

“Fine,” I say, putting it on my thumb. The only finger it would fit. “What’s with the weed though?”

“I can smell the blood coming from the ‘sexy dungeon area’,” Minseok says,bushing his hair back and out of his face. “I’m trying to wait until after work to feed. This mellows out the senses just enough so that I’m not constantly smelling it. It makes it harder to smell, but the eyes and ears work fine, oddly enough.”

“If you’re that hungry you could just bite me,” I say, holding my arms out.

I could see him tense, his eyes jerking to look over me. I watch Minseok bite his lip, then look away, “Ava, you really shouldn’t say things like that.”

“There are no feeders here tonight,” I say walking forward and moving my braid off my shoulder. “If you just drink from me, you’ll be set. I trust you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Minseok sighs, extinguishing the blunt before looking at me again. His eyes searching for any hesitation. He puts his hands on my shoulders, with a sigh. He was quiet for a moment, before looking up, “Are you sure?”

I nod, “Absolutely.”

Minseok nods, gently tipping my head into the perfect position. His eyes glowing red as he moves closer, his fangs growing into sharp needles. “I’ll try to be gentle,” He says in my ear. “It’ll be different than when I healed you. More powerful. Be prepared for that, ok? I’ll help you if you need me to after.”

“Just fucking do it,” I mumble, causing him to laugh. Then, two things pierce my skin. My body didn’t have time to feel pain. Pleasure pulsed through me as I hold onto him, screaming out a moan. The effect of the bite was like as if I had been edged for a fucking hour. Immediately shaking in pure lust and need. His hands held me perfectly in place, not letting my neck or head move as I gripped at anything I could. His shirt, his neck, anything. I could feel him remove the fangs, sucking at the two open holes as now it’s his turn to groan. I almost didn’t hear it as I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, my hands shaking. My vision goes blurry, every other thing around me that isn’t Minseok seemed to have dulled.

I feel him lick the wound, the healing starting to happen, When he pulls away, the wound is closed as everything around us is still dull but him. There was some redness on his lips as he looks at me, a smile on his face. His fangs shrink, his eyes losing their glow.

The effect of the bite was that I was probably the mostsexually frustrated I’ve ever felt. “Please,” I moan, my hands gripping at him harder, trying to seek some kind of satisfaction from all of this. Minseok could see that, he knew. He grinned, pulling me close, picking me up and pushing my back to the wall. His lips met mine, his tongue licking into my mouth as I taste the sharp copper of my own blood. Minseok didn’t waste any time at all. He pulls my shorts down a little, pushing his fingers in me quickly, having no trouble as I realise I was practically dripping with how turned on I was. The thumb rubbed harshly against my clit, making me moan into his mouth.

He pulls away, looking me in the eyes as he just smirks, “I knew I’d have to do this, fix the problem I caused.”

“Please,” I say, my hand gripping at his hair.

I watch as his fangs grow a little as he leans forward, quickly cutting my lip. He kisses me again, the feeling of him drinking my blood returning. The warm blanket of added pleasure from it making me go crazy. The sensation almost too much. I try to yell, but he just greedily swallows my screams into kisses.

With the help of the blood drinking, it didn’t take long for me to tobble in my pleasure. I was shaking as I reached it, his tongue licking my lips as I was holding onto his as hard as I could. His fingers left me as I sigh, leaning against the wall as I watch him lick at his hand that was covered in my juices. He moans, looking at me with a grin. “Delicious in more way than one.”

“We should do this again sometime,” I mumble, causing him to just laugh.

“What, come to the roof to have some fun,” He says, pretending ignorance to what I mean.

“Well if it helps it’s not the first time I’ve been finger blasted on a roof-”

“Somehow, not shocking,” Minseok says with a small laugh.

“But it most certainly is the best time,” I say with a smile as I pull my shorts up.

“Thank you,” Minseok says smiling, “Now I’m not constantly hungry!”

“No, thank you,” I say with a grin, “Now, I think we best get back to work.”

“Booze won’t serve itself I suppose,” He says, agreeing.

I laugh, opening the door and, after a quick trip to the bathroom, proceeded to pull creeps off of people and watch people do many different things I’ve never even seen before. All in all, a great first day of this bizarre special week.

#exo fanfiction #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo fanfic #suho fanfiction #suho fanfic

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Some Misc. Prompts From My Old Blog

(Most of these were thanks to @m4rloe5 coming into my inbox and feeding my addiction of writing prompts instead of actually writing bdfhdvhgdfh)

Superhero-ish;

“You’re telling me we’ve been friends for SEVENTEEN YEARS and you just forgot to mention you’re the towns masked hero???” // “It… never came up.” // “Gee, I WONDER WHY!”

“Okay, Kallia’s been missing for two weeks now; something’s up.” // “Sweetheart… There’s something we need to tell you about Kallia…”

“You can fly?” // “Yes.” // “Like, up in the sky, flying?” // “…Yes.” // “So, if, let’s just say, a special girl wanted to, you know, fly with you-” // “No.”

“You crashed in my window at three in the morning when I was crying in my underwear with a tub of ice-cream and don’t you dare try to fly off and save the world or some crap; I need someone to RANT TO!” Au

“I did NOT mean to light your pants on fire, oh my goodness, I am so sorry, wait- why are you laughing? THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” Au

“If you ask me to beat your boy/girlfriend up ONE MORE TIME, I will strangle you!” // “But you’re a superhero! You beat up the bad guys for a living! And I think you need practice!” // “…”

“Hey, Jake! I was wondering if- Oh shoot, sorry, you’re not Jake. Why are you wearing a mask? Is there some ball going on?” Au

Fantasy/Fairytale;

“So, I’m starting to wish I wouldn’t have argued with the witch because now she turned me into a rock instead of a frog and oh Lord, this is so much worse!” AU

“Whenever we kiss your stupid dragon gets jealous and needy and last time he burned my favourite dress so NO MORE KISSING!” AU

“I’m cursed to be ugly forever, but you called me handsome??? And I just???? What???” AU

“THAT WAS SO AWESOME!” // “WE WERE NEARLY KILLED!” // “…THAT WAS SO AWESOME!”

Werewolf;

“I’m supposed to be a werewolf but my transformation occurs at the last sunrise of the month and I’m just so scared, what is happening?” AU

“I can’t believe I bit my best friend. They keep telling me they forgive me, but I see it in their eyes. They don’t.” AU

“I’ve been hunting for werewolves for years now and I finally have proof. I just need to take the thing in, but it looks like it’s gonna get me before I get it.” AU

“My friends swore they’d meet me in the woods at nine, but now it’s ten and there’s freaking footsteps and I think i’m gonna die, shoot.” AU

Vampire;

“I was a vegan before I got bit and this is JUST LOVELY. Do vegan vampires exist???? How does it WORK? SOMEBODY HELP ME!” AU

“What are you doing?” // “Dipping you in garlic sauce.” // “Aren’t vampires like- isn’t that gonna kill you? Not that I’d mind” // “Oh shoot, it’d kill me? Crap, I’m new at this… I just love garlic sauce.”

“I AM NOT A KILLER!” // “Look, kiddo, either you kill or you’ll starve to death.”

“Where’d this super strength bull come from? Because I was weak before I was bitten and I think I only got weaker.” AU

Magic;

“Is that a dragon?” // “Uhm… no, it’s my dog.” // “That’s a freaking dragon.” // “Dang it, how the heck can you see that? Nobody’s supposed to be able to see!”

“I have zero control over my magic and I just completely destroyed your living room. Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” AU

“What’s his name again?” // “Kary Likewood. He’s the only guy in the world that can teach me how to control my magic…” // “I’m sorry… He’s dead.”

“You have magic! You can cure her! Please! I’m begging you!” // “…I am so sorry. I cannot.”

“You set me on fire with your stupid uncontrolled magic twelve years ago and left me forever ugly with all these horrible scars; how dare you show your face to me now?” AU

“My best friend has magic, but I don’t and I kind of feel really annoying for being a boring old human and I feel like I always get in the way with my wheelchair.” AU

“Every time somebody touches me, my skin leaves a permanent print from the touch so when I say don’t touch me, I mean don’t freaking touch me.”

#writing prompts #au prompts #dialogue prompts #writing help #my writing help #my writing ref #my writing prompt #mine #September 2017

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bee-careful · 7 years

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Vampire Au Fic Rec

Waiting On You 76k

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

and i’ll find your lips in the street lights 4k

“Do you always ramble when you talk, Curly?” he asks, leaning against the kitchen island that sort of sticks out into the entry to the flat.

“I’m Harry.”

“So you said.” Louis’ grin gets wider.

Harry blushes. Fuck, he was so much smoother as a human. And who knew vampires could still blush. He’s never seen Liam blush. He’s the lucky enigma it seems.

“I’m, uh. Gonna go… In my room.” Harry points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. “Make yourself at home. There’s blood in the fridge. And other snacks. And things. Help yourself. I’ll leave you to get, you know, settled.”

Louis smiles even bigger at that. “I was actually gonna go out,” he says. “It’s been ages since I’ve gone dancing. Are you up for it, Curly?”

Or, Harry is a newbie vampire who hasn’t fully gotten the hang of the whole afterlife thing, but Louis might be just what he needs.

Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent 24k

Louis spins a finger in midair, like he’s indicating someone to turn around, staring pointedly at Liam as the faucet turns itself on and the can rinses itself in the sink behind him. Liam, moon burn him, doesn’t rise to the bait, choosing instead to lean back on his stool and wrapping his hands around his own mug.

“Anyway, like I was saying and that you were ignoring, there’s this new club near my school and I want you to go with me. Could do you some good, getting out once in awhile.”

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they’re a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he’s dragged out to a new club Liam’s heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

As Cold as a Whisper 48k

Harry did not turn around to face Louis yet and Louis’ body screamed at him to take the opportunity and run. Run until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs collapsed out of breath and he was either safe and away or caught back in Harry’s gaze.

Harry turned then, and his eyes were darker than the heavens and just as green as the haunting woods surrounding them, entrapping Louis. Focused, and clear.

Louis’ heart rattled in his ribcage, shaking, wanting to escape his unmoving body. Harry walked closer and Louis’ eyes stayed on him, breath leaving in a sharp exhale when Harry bent down to touch his face.

A fairy tale au where people in Louis’ village are disappearing and Louis is married off to uphold a centuries long agreement.

Carnelian 30k

“It’s a donor matching center for humans and vampires.”

“Vampires.” Louis snorts. “Like pretend vampires, like for people who think they are vampires?”

The humor clearly lost on Zayn as he answers calmly, “No, real vampires.”

“There’s no such thing as vampires.” Louis rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking with me or something.” Louis flicks his cigarette to the ground.

“I’m not.” Zayn speaks, his tone harsh and deeper than Louis remembers. “There are vampires all around you. We are quite civilized beings. We have careers, business, and we enjoy nights out on the town just like humans do. We aren’t savages. We blend in with the rest of the world. However, no advancement in science has fixed our one problem that makes us different than humans…We still need blood to live and we love it fresh from the source.”

Louis finds himself donating blood to the most beautiful being he’s ever seen.

Pour Yourself Over Me (Until There’s Nothing Left To See) ~6k

Louis receives a strange invitation to a masquerade ball from a stranger who offers to pay for everything.

fortune’s fools 8k

It’s about respecting the night and the reason they’ve come together. It’s a rite of passage, as it were, a symbol of status, and that’s the only thing that keeps Louis from skiving off and going for a run with Liam.

And he knows Lottie would chew off his left arm if he kept her away from the first All Hallows’ Ball she’s eligible for. So he keeps himself plastered to her side as soon as they step into the foyer, works hard at keeping his claws at bay once they’re behind enemy lines. It’s a hard habit to unlearn, but he’s trying.

Louis likes an armistice as much as the next lad, but until he sees some sort formal treaty, he generally trusts the vamps about as far as he can throw them. Which is, admittedly, quite far, but not far enough. He’s here to represent the pack, and that’s all. He won’t pick a fight. But he will finish one if it starts, he has to. The war resumes at sunrise anyway.

[Or, two immortal households, both alike in dignity.]

untitled vampire/asexual incubus AU 10k

“You’re a vampire,” Harry says, wrapping his fingers around Louis’ wrist.

“I am,” Louis admits. “Still workin’ on what you are, love.”

[will never be finished]

Eternal Love 8k

“If this city weren’t full of idiots like you who think the world’s a safe place, I’d starve to death,” the man’s voice said, dark humour lacing the words.

Louis had been dreaming of the green-eyed vampire for as long as he could remember; his mate from a lifetime past.

The reality doesn’t go quite as expected…

till the heavens burst 46k

Part 1

“What about you then? How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” Harry gives him his flatest look he can manage, holding out until Louis’ lips twitch with a smile and he starts snickering. “Oh, alright, I see you’re not into that cliché.”

Harry finally smiles, happy he’s going to get what he wants.

Harry meets a pretty boy while hiding out in a tree. He’s pretty sure the boy is a vampire.

till the sun don’t shine 7k

Part 2

“Hey, mate! Having a good time over there?” Niall’s voice is way too loud for the suffocating silence on Louis’ end.

“I killed Harry.” Louis’ lip trembles and he feels dangerously close to crying again, throat and chest aching.

“Congratulations! I’m happy for you two.” Louis can’t help but let out a dry laugh.

“No, Niall. I think I honestly killed him, he still hasn’t woken up.”

or: life after death.. an epilogue following Harry’s first few days after being changed

Wherever you go, bring me home 9k

Part 1

“Do you know these could kill you?” he asked, pointing towards the lit cigarette in his hand with so much concern laden in his voice that Louis almost felt guilty. Almost. Because then he realised it shouldn’t matter what Louis did with his life choices, to this man. No matter how persuasive his voice was, it shouldn’t. Louis shouldn’t care. Not at all.

So Louis maintained a composed stance, cocking his hip out slightly. Never mind that this was his flirting pose. Never mind. He flicked the butt and shrugged. He hoped he came off cool and confident. “Eh what can you do?”

Louis is a grumpy vampire who is unaware that it is Halloween and has a lot of issues and panic attacks. Harry is a joyous human who is dressed in a vampire costume unaware that he’s talking to a real vampire.

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home 14k

Part 2

Harry woke up a little disoriented, head pounding and ears ringing with the sunlight bright against his eyes. He squeezed them shut, but it did little help as spots danced in front his closed eyelids. He felt the contents of his stomach rise up and he knew he would be ditsy if he were standing. Why did he ever drink?

Harry rewound back his memory a little. He wasn’t all that drunk last night but he got bad hangovers anyway. He remembered getting out of his shift dressed as a vampire, solemnly swearing to himself that he wouldn’t drink. Then why did he do so?

Basically this is the next morning.

someday my pain will mark you 10k

Ziam

So here Liam is―Uncertain vampire. Unwilling to drink from a Normal. Bored out of his mind. Helplessly in love with a bloody werewolf, for fuck’s sake.

Oh, and a prince.

What a mercifully pleasant and charmed life he’s been living (not-living?) for quite some time now.

(Or alternatively: Liam is probably the world’s worst vampire, who has fallen quite madly in love with Zayn, the world’s most reluctant werewolf)

Suckin’ your blood until your heart stops beating 1.8k

It started quite innocent really.

Or, well, as innocent as a vampire club with your 300+ year old boyfriend grinding against you can be.

Or the Vampire AU where Harry and Louis fuck and Louis comes three times.

Written In The Stars 71k

It was so different - the complete opposite of everything Louis had ever expected about finally being placed into the real world. Zayn defied every single thing he’d ever been told about vampires, about how he was supposed to be treated. This was nothing like what he’d expected.

[or: Zayn’s the third oldest vampire in the world and found himself searching out the company of a human, so he took Louis as his keep. His maker Harry doesn’t approve.]

Beauty in Bedlam 7k

“You’re not a vampire,” Louis scoffs. He’s never seen anyone less vampire-like in his life. The man is wearing gold boots for christ’s sake. Sparkly gold boots.

“Louis,” Liam hisses, looking mortified.

“What?” Louis asks, affronted. “He can’t be a vampire! He’s…dimpling!” Curly-apparently-Harry the vampire wannabe is indeed dimpling and looking entirely too amused for Louis’ liking.

“Vampires aren’t allowed to have dimples?” Harry asks, bemused.

“The dimples are just the first thing on the list, mate,” Louis assures him.

Eternity 9k

Part 1

Louis’s been turned into a vampire in the middle of tour. He’s trying to figure out what comes with being a vampire while also hiding his new found vampirism from the boys… with some added complications.

Ecstasy 17k

Part 2

“And the most important part for me, we’d have forever. I would give up food and sleep and everything that meant being human if it meant I could be with you forever. I want this so much Louis, and I’m not changing my mind about it.”

Two years later, and Louis has to decide whether or not he can keep his deal with Harry and turn him into a vampire.

Give Me a Memory I Can Use 41k

Louis is a brilliant, yet broke PhD student, Harry’s a pretentious and arrogant vampire, and first impressions have never been more deceiving.

Or the one where Louis and Harry will always have Rome. And San Francisco. And London. And each other.

You’ve got me running from the daylight 15k

If there was one thing that Louis had never, ever wanted in his whole vampire life, it was having to protect a bratty newborn from five fucking vampire clans. Too bad he got stuck with the assignment anyway.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are both vampires and acting like assholes towards each other until at some point they can’t anymore.

Like Spilled Garnets 14k

Self indulgent fic with very little plot. AU where Harry and Niall are vampires who go to college as a hobby, Louis is the human willing to endure any adversities that come with dating an ancient vampire, and Liam is the over protective best friend.

Bite 10k

“I’m going to hunt you for real now, Harry,” Louis whispers.

“If this,” Harry says, rolling his hips so that they rub against where Louis is most definitely still hard, “is what you mean by hunting, then count me in, babe.”

Louis is a vampire hunter, and Harry is too happy being his prey.

Tell Me Something That’ll Change Me ˜5k

“What happened to me, you fucking—” Louis’ eyes shot open as he felt a burst of cold air into his mouth. That doesn’t usually happen…does it?, Louis thought. Something didn’t feel right. Immediately, Louis’ hand flew to his mouth, feeling around his upper row of teeth only to find a small gap…where both his front teeth were chipped half off.

A self-indulgent vampire!Harry fic featuring miscommunication, shady dentistry, and a hint at heavy petting.

warm blood feels good 7k

It’s stupid to try and hide anything from a vampire, isn’t it? Louis could track every stutter of his heartbeat from across the city, if he wanted. There’s no way he’s missed Harry’s reaction to him. A bloody blind idiot can’t have missed it.

Louis is a vampire. Harry’s… obsessed. AU

you are something i should do without ˜39k

Ziam

It’s been a handful of days, and quite honestly, Liam is content to spend the rest of eternity lying in bed watching Zayn smoke a cigarette, standing naked by the open window while it rains.

There’s a sated warmth that sits underneath Liam’s skin as he lays there, watching Zayn, blinking his eyes closed like sleep will take him. It doesn’t; he’s too keyed up even though every part of his spent body aches when he moves. Liam sits up and Zayn turns to look at him. He’s a mess, but it’s lovely; his hair is askew, marks all over his body, made by Liam’s mouth and his teeth, he’s covered in sweat and come and there’s a smear of blood on his chest and—

Something possessive bubbles up inside of Liam. Mine.

He doesn’t quite know what to do with that feeling, the need to have Zayn right by his side, lying there, breathing softly as he sleeps, or humming dirty songs in the kitchen as he forces himself to make breakfast or lunch, or talking with that voice and that lilt of an accent that makes his words sound colorful. Liam doesn’t know what to do with that need.

or; Liam’s a vampire and Zayn doesn’t remember anything.

Take A Bite Outta Me 4k

Louis truly resents the implication that he is basically Harry’s own version of Bella goddamn Swan, because seriously, no. Just no. But the issue is that even this stupid Meyeresque revelation has done absolutely nothing to dampen his attraction to this weirdly charming vampire man who dresses in 8000 pound coats and hangs around in dilapidated buildings with his merry band of ethical bloodsuckers.

Louis is a slightly inept vampire hunter. Harry is a slightly unique vampire. They meet.

let me outshine the moon 9k

Part 1

“Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”

“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”

…or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.

a moth to your flame 9k

Part 2

Harry attends a Halloween party with his vampire boyfriend Louis and gets more than he bargained for.

worlds will sing as we fall 7k

Part 3

Harry doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, during which time Liam gets up and excuses himself to the bathroom, practically running out of the room.

“Wait, so what kind of silver are we talking?” he asks eventually. “Like - jewelry? Or-”

“You’re actually considering this?” Zayn asks, rubbing his hands together with glee. “Oh, Lou’s going to owe me a large favor for this.”

… or, Harry discovers one of his vampire boyfriend’s favorite kinks.

Run and I’ll Give Chase 24k

Part 1

“You go out every night and maybe you’re able to drink without hurting anyone, but you’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Still have an itch you can’t scratch. A need you can’t put a name to. You desire a companion.”

“You mean a keeper?” Harry corrects with venom in his voice. “Someone to put a leash on me.”

“Wouldn’t need a leash, love.” Louis whispers sensually, and he is suddenly behind Harry, too fast for his eyes to keep track of. “You’re practically pliant just by being in my presence. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I could always get you a lovely collar with a matching leash once you decide to take me up on my offer.”

Or, Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

Jump and I’ll Catch You 13k

Part 2

“Anyway,” Niall coughs once him and Zayn pull apart, “Zayn has something to tell you, Louis.”

“No I don’t.” Zayn quickly denies, looking almost panicked. Harry watches as Louis shifts his confused expression between the two.

“What is it?”

“Liam knows about Harry.” Niall reveals, hands tugging at the material of Zayn’s shirt. “He’s coming here tomorrow. Figured we should give you a heads up.”

Sequel to Run and I’ll Give Chase.

Hide and I’ll Seek 25k

Part 3?

“I don’t want to impose-“

“Nonsense.” Louis interrupts, waving away Niall’s worry.

“I need a place to stay.”

They’re quiet for a while, and Niall can practically hear them communicating telepathically, before deciding not to leave them speculating.

“I need some time away from Zayn.”

Or eternity is a long time to be in a relationship. It allows endless problems to occur, especially if you keep secrets. But it can also give you time to mend what you break.

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home 3k

“Here’s to another two hundred years, love,” Harry lifts his glass in a toast.

“To another two hundred years,” Louis echoes, lifting his glass to match. “Just try not to get staked going out to get milk again, yeah?”

Their glasses meet with a clink in the middle, and they both take long sips from the liquid, their eyes meeting fondly over the rims of their glasses.

Or,

The one where Louis and Harry are vampires who’re very much in love and are celebrating their 200th anniversary of the day they met.

Something To Live For 5k

After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they’re mates, Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he’s found his ‘one’ in a human girl named Teresa. Wanting only happiness for Harry, Louis accepts that it just wasn’t meant to be and decides it’s time to let go of the immortal life.

the blood rushing sweet 10k

Part 1

Harry is 16 and his protective mother finally lets him go trick-or-treating this Halloween. Harry, dressed as an angel, runs into Louis, who is dressed as a vampire (and actually is one).

If I Could Fly 10k

Part 2

tasting me like blood in your mouth 5k

Louis smirked against their meshing lips, and pulled back to gaze at Harry lovingly. He pet his cheek and smiled a bit softer, said, “you look so pretty with your blood all over your mouth.”

Harry giggled and wiped at the corner of his lips with his thumb, and felt his sticky blood. He sucked his thumb and heatedly looked at Louis. “Daddy, please fuck me now?”

“Of course, darling,” he said, kissing his cheek.

My Reflection; All I See Is You 38k

Ziam

Part 1

This life, it’s forever. That’s what being immortal means, but Zayn didn’t realize it would take him this long to realize it. What good is forever if nothing else is?

Everything I Do 28k

Ziam

Part 2

This life, it’s forever. And Zayn has found his forever but does he want this same life for Liam?

Love Affair With a Vampire 6k

Part 1

"There aren’t enough words in any language to even begin describing my feelings for you, Louis Tomlinson.”

The Wingman 1k

Part 2

Interview With a Vampire was far more interesting than Liam’s lectures on his unsociable-ness… was that even a word?

《Prequel to Love Affair With a Vampire》

read you for some kind of poem 11k

Part 1

He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

painting the hills blue and red 12k

Part 2

It’s not that he’s obsessed with his own body—although he does know that it’s a nice one—but Harry is obsessed with his body, and Harry likes leaving reminders all over to make sure that Louis remembers. To make sure that everyone else knows.

(Louis is still human, Harry is his vampiric one true, and things are looking a lot more permanent than they were two years ago.)

Etched In Blood 6k

Harry’s first time meeting a vampire did not go as expected.

“Fuck, you taste like blood and my cock,” Louis groaned, pulling away wild-eyed.

Not as expected at all.

The Lion Man 12k

Louis is a vampire who loves tattoos and piercings as much as he loves a good feed. Harry is a biology student who gets dragged to a vampire bar (really, of all places) by his friends and happens to have blood that tastes like maraschino cherries. They’re both a bit addicted and they’re neither a bit ashamed.

How to Taste Delicious 7k

Niam

Liam was used to his boring life. Going to his boring job and then heading to the pub afterwards to be the third wheel to his friends relationship. But then a mysterious figure showed up in his life and helped him realize that things aren’t always what they seem, and that some Vampires were picky with their choice of blood.

Vampire!Niam fic

(Niall is introduced as James for a few paragraphs)

Abandoned and Found 23k

Ziall

Niall dosen’t come to school for a week. Zayn goes over to his house to check up on him, only to discover the unimaginable.

If I Was Your Vampire 6k

His neck was exposed, and it was pretty clear Louis was waiting for Harry to claim the naked skin as his.

When there was no reaction, however, Louis opened his eyes and looked up at Harry from a somewhat awkward angle. The wide, downright hungry stare he was receiving from Harry who seemed like he was in an entire other universe kind of scared him, and when he didn’t see Harry blink for several following seconds but his tongue continued to wet his lips, Louis, now growing afraid, asked, “Harry? Are – are you okay?”

Just another Vampire AU

All you can eat. 17k

“You didn’t deny thinking about me while watching porn either, though.” Harry smiled and brushed his curls to the side before leaning over the desk so he was closer to Louis. “Do you stroke your big cock to those corny student teacher porn videos? Do you get mad when you watch? Because god, it’s so fucking cheesy. But you can’t help the way you start to come when the student starts moaning, ‘Ugh fuck professor fuck me.’ Because somehow it’s hot, and maybe it’s hot because you want to hear a certain student moaning professor while you fuck them over your desk. Now isn’t that right, Professor Tomlinson?”

~ or the one where human harry seduces his hot teacher professor tomlinson, who happens to be a vampire ~

Sink Your Teeth in and Don’t Look Back 8k

But when Louis felt his fangs growing in his mouth, an irresistible urge to bitebitebite coming over him, he knew he had to get out of there before someone noticed.

Unluckily for Louis, brown eyes trained his every move, they knew all too well what the signs of his behaviour were, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna do nothing about it.

Or…

Louis is a vampire and no one in the band knows until they do.

In Your Eyes 1k

Louis can’t see himself in a mirror so Harry tells him what he looks like.

finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) 66k

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

Bloodstream 3k

“Its been three months.

Three months since Louis had turned Harry.

Also three months since Louis had seen Harry.

He went M.I.A. ever since he found out the kind of creature Louis had turned him into. He left in a fit of rage, and decided to never come back. It both hurt and surprised Louis to say the least.”

vampire!au in which both Louis and Harry are vampires and have hot vampire sex.

The Fragmented Veil 28k

In which Louis gets attacked one night in the dark. It changes his life, just not in the way he expected.

The Look In Our Eyes 1k

Harry and Louis have been vampires for many decades. One night they decide to get drunk, their curiosity and insecurities get to the best of them and this is what happens.

Bite me 5k

Louis is a vampire and Harry is a human who plays hard to get. Top!Louis ladies and gentlemen

Corrupt Me 9k

Ziam

Liam is a blushing mess.

Zayn may just be jealous of what Louis has

Lover Dearest 43k

Ziam

“First rule, babe,” Zayn says, leaning down. His lips slide over Liam’s jaw, barely there, just a soft pressure, fleeting and gone as soon as it came. “Never trust a vampire.”

He’s grinning as he climbs off Liam, heading for the door. Liam watches him go, thinking that he’s wrong. The first rule should be to not fall in love with one.

Soul Meets Body 1k

Vampire!Louis takes blood from Harry for the first time while getting him off.

blood bank 8k

be my vampire, baby, i’ll be your boy. (or, in the middle of a snowstorm, their car breaks down and harry’s stuck with louis, a vampire).

Wrap your body on my mind 6k

“So, you know how that hickey thing bothers me?” Louis chooses to start, not wanting to spring the strong stuff on Harry right away.

He gets a nod from Harry, whose eyes search his with an unspoken question.

“Well, I was googling some stuff online,” Louis continues, “and I came across these collars that people use to, uh, remember who they belong to. Like, sexually?

Harry’s a vampire who doesn’t bruise, Louis is his possessive boyfriend.

Promised with Intent 1k

So there’s a blood-curse on Louis that prevents him from using his magic. And there’s I’m sorryHecate only knows how many vampires on the other side of his wards. And all he’s got to defend himself is a fireplace poker. They’re still not going to take his son from him, not while he’s still breathing.

Staring down at his son’s terrified, lost expression he comes to a decision. He knows what he has to do, but he doesn’t have to like it. The desire to protect his child at all costs is the only thing that could ever make him consider an alliance with his hated enemy-a vampire from the Styles Clan.

A Real Boy 29k

Harry is a college student who is forced to live with his dad in Portland. Louis is a vampire, who’s in Portland to catch a hunter. They meet, drama ensues, they fall in love and this is their story.

The not so Twilight fic where Harry falls hopelessly in love with vampire Louis Tomlinson.

Won’t keep watching you dance around in your smoke,and flicker out 8k

The way things look like, Louis knows well enough, usually. That’s what happens when you can’t see yourself: you just absorb every single detail, drink them like the most precious nectar. The beauty that surrounds you feeds your imagination, helps you feel the gaps of what you can’t see. Louis doesn’t know what he looks like anymore. It feels like an eternity now - maybe thirty years, maybe forty, he doesn’t even know anymore. He stopped counting when he realised there wasn’t any way out.

How shallow of him, he thinks, to grow tired of the world just because he doesn’t quite know the way he interacts with it, isn’t quite sure of what role he plays and what use there is in him being out there, half himself, half a shadow.

Or, Louis is a vampire who hasn’t been able see himself in almost half a century until he meets Harry, who happens to be the only one who sees him for what he really is.

All That Matters 12k

Harry comes to NY with a bag of clothes, and lots of dreams. Tired of sleeping in Niall’s spare bedroom, Harry decides to get a job. When Harry applies for Louis’ bartender position he gets a lot more than what he bargained for after falling for vampire Louis Tomlinson.

Beating Heart 18k

After a wild night out at a campus party, Louis wakes up the next morning to find that his dorm mate, Stan Lucas, has mysteriously disappeared. As Louis and his friends desperately begin their search for him, mystery comes in another form as Harry Styles- Louis` new, weird, and really attractive replacement dorm mate. Documenting the entire search, and new love affair, the search for Stan begins all the while creating new mysteries that may ultimately lead to his discovery.

(Heavily based on the web series “Carmilla”)

Heartbeat 1k

Part 1

Hatred.

Hatred like nothing he’s ever felt in his long life rises up inside of him for the woman he left slumped on the sofa. She deserves death. Death by his hand. Slow and painful.

Louis is a vampire out for a good time and a decent meal, but when he goes home with a woman and discovers her neglected baby son, a protectiveness he’s never felt before comes to the surface, tempting him to end her life.

Belonging 2k

Part 2

“Harry,” Louis says later as they’re driving home. “You were rude to that woman.”

Harry’s head snaps towards him. “Why do you care? Did you like her?”

Harry’s growing up and Louis gets the shock of his life.

**Sequel to Heartbeat**

Clandestine 5k

Part 3

“What, am I supposed to throw him a surprise party when he turns sixteen? 'Surprise! You’re a werewolf, and I’m a vampire, have some cake’-” The sound of Holland’s high pitched laughter cut him off, “It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but it really, really is.”

“You’re no help!”

**Follow up to Heartbeat and Belonging**

A Werewolf Thing 5k

Part 4

When? When had this happened? Gone was the wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby boy, and in his place stood a lanky teenager with stormy eyes and a brow that spoke of fiery temperament.

Louis is having a hard time accepting the fact that Harry is growing up; Harry resents this.

*Series not done

The Devil You Know 35k

Harry walked slowly to the door, an eerie sense of déjà vu rolling over him. “Who is it?” he called out through the varnished maple.

“Can Harry come out to play?” The voice on the other side of the door was light and airy, musical, with a raspy edge.

Louis.

Harry felt his pulse race a little before he found words. “Harry’s not home right now.” He smirked.

There was a pause and then a light tap-tap-tap on the door, right at Harry’s ear. “Bullshit.”

**** Louis is a vampire. Harry is probably too curious for his own good.

morning has broken 2k

Harry tries out his new vampire skills. In bed. With Louis.

This is a timestamp for the fic The Devil You Know. It takes place the morning after Louis turns Harry. Some might even consider it to be…the missing smut scene.

Do Things I Never Thought ˜4k

Louis finds himself in a predicament. It involves a pair of red lace panties, a newly turned boyfriend and a misunderstanding.

Vampire Louis makes it up to Vampire Harry when a newly discovered kink goes awry.

For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry 3k

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

Feels Like Infinity 21k

Louis Tomlinson is an accomplished professor and a published author, all at age 28. He has devoted his life to the study and discussion of the mythological beings known as vampires. What he hasn’t prepared for is, well, meeting one.

Dance along to the beat of your heart 3k

Part 1

Since his family has been cold-bloodedly slaughtered by vampires, Louis has been hunting them, wanting to take every single one of them down. When he hears people talk about a mysterious Harry with white pale skin, he knows he has found another victim. But is Harry completely what Louis thinks he is? And doesn’t it get time that Louis finally moves one, that he ends his career as a hunter?

Burning in the light (your eyes) 3k

Part 2

Louis learns how to live with Harry, learns how to love Harry. Harry has known all along how to love Louis

there’s no antidote (for this curse) 50k

Threesome (Liam/Harry/Louis)

Five or so times Liam (and Harry) saved Louis and one time he saved them (and the world): A Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU

Under The Shimmering Surface 61k

Louis thinks back on his small house full of high-voltage little sisters and his messy bedroom and the neighborhood kids he’d play with when the summer nights ran long and he loved being hugged by the sun. His mind shifts to when he left, ran away and into the dark of night. His bloodlust and sex crazed life lit only by the stars and lonely moons in different phases as he skipped from one town to the next across the country.

In hindsight, falling in love doesn’t sound so bad.

aka the fic where louis is a self-indulgent vampire, harry is smart and stronger than louis knows, and Seattle is just the perfect mix of mystery and alcohol and home for the right kind of love to brew (or maybe that’s just the witch’s potions fogging up the sky)

Love Endless (The Road to Recollection) 151k

[Book ¼]

The year is groovy 1973, and eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is perhaps the gayest teen to ever grace the gloomy, hateful town of Fortwright. Would be fine if he wasn’t so viciously bullied at both home and school for such a "harmful” sexual preference.

Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard this story, haven’t we?

Believe him, Louis didn’t think he was anything special either.

Until he found the mansion. The notoriously haunted mansion hidden deep within the forests of his tiny blip of a town in Bumfuck Nowhere, Idaho. No one with a brain ever goes near it, but Louis could use a little excitement in his life…and possibly a Band-Aid or two.

After discovering the mansion was less abandoned than he’d thought, he’s now left with the most riveting mystery of a lifetime; every new finding leaving him with more questions. Who is this elusive owner, and why won’t they show themselves? Why is there a set of journals in the same handwriting that span over centuries? Why in the world is there a padlock on the refrigerator…and who the hell is Alexander?

Love Endless (Path to Permanence) 241k

[Book 2/4]

So now Louis’ finally done the love thing, and it’s already in jeopardy? Just his luck.

Harry’s evil twin is back, and that can’t mean anything good. It never has.

Even with the help of friends, will Harry and Louis be able to keep him at bay? And is Auron really who they should be worried out?

…Only one way to find out.

Love Endless (Trail To Transcendence) 151k

[Book ¾]

It just doesn’t fucking stop, does it?

**WIP

Luscious blood 116k

Louis Tomlinson, a human, has been living in poor living conditions together with his mother since he was born. Ever since he can remember he has loathed the stronger, faster, more developed kind that rule this world; Vampires. But will his opinion change after he meets his soul mate that is an arrogant, royal vampire named Harry Styles…

Route 50 2k

Sometimes he dreams of staying for even longer, of burrowing deep into the cool red earth and making his final resting place under the only stars left in America. He’d never really be able to do it, obviously. He has far too many ties still rooted to the world to abandon it for long.

A modern vampire AU set in LA.

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I had to drink it!(Jin)

BTS AU ( vampire girlfriend )

One shot

Jin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jungkook /

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “ Can you please make a scenario when Bangtan have a vampire!GF and one day she was so thirsty and she had no choice but to drink their blood? I wish you can make it w/o smut, but it's okay if you do. Thank you so much :)”

A/N: I am sorry for taking so long anony. I wanted to write it as soon as possible and here it is.I will add a twist to every story though.😉 This is a one shot and so the parts will be the members different parts. The story is the same as the request asks. I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Requests are open. Anony I hope you will like it as well.🙂

Word count: 1,550

Warnings: Blood

The years have been very nice to you. Your body was young and beautiful, your face shined like the sun and you didn’t have to worry about getting old at all. It was good to be a vampire, you had everything at your finger tips. Power, knowledge, beauty and time.

You were more than happy, you could do anything you wanted, as much as you wanted ,with out being told that you won’t have enough time.The best part of it was that you had a boyfriend ,which you loved very much. Today was one of those amazing days, so you decided to go out and meet a friend you haven’t seen in centuries and I don’t mean that as a figure of speech.

You were already in the cafe when she entered and sat in front of you. After her order arrived ,you started talking.

“It has been a very long time Y/N.”she smiled at you

“I should be the one saying that Ansca.” you took a sip from your drink

“My, how long has it been since I last heard that name.”she leaned in her chair, looking at you

“Why, did you already forget your given name? Your grandfather won’t be happy.”you giggled

“You haven’t changed at all Y/N, still threatening me with my grandfather.”

“How have you been?” you asked her

“Good, I am actually getting married.”

You jumped up from the excitement “Finally. Do you know how long Armos has been trying to make you like him?”

“Trust me I know, I am his fiance after all.”a small giggle escaped her lips “How about you? I heard you found someone. How old is he? From which clan?” Ansca showered you with questions, but stopped as soon as the look on your face changed “He isn’t a werewolf is he? Well not like we don’t have halves, it is the 21st century after all.”

“He is a human.” you said, looking down at your lap

“Oh thank goodness, I thought you were going to say he was a human.” she sighed in relief, hearing only what she wanted

“He is.”

Ansca’s face froze and she jumped up yelling out “What!” but as soon as the whole cafe looked at her, she apologized and sat back down, whispering a silent “What!” before violently throwing herself in the chair

“Y/N.”she looked at you again “Are you crazy? You can’t be serious.”upon seeing your face she knew “Oh god, you are.”

“Why can a werewolf marry a vampire and have kids, but a human can’t? Werewolves have been our enemies since the beginning of time.”

“Yes, but werewolves are kind of the same as us. They are strong and immortal, humans are...breakable, weak and on top of that mortals. His life is just one of your heart beats.”

“You don’t get it, I actually like him.”

“No, you are the one who doesn’t get it Y/N. How long have you been together?” she asked you

“Three years now...”

“What! This might not be too much for you, but humans say that is almost true love, at least he gives you blood.”she leaned her head fully onto her palm. After Ansca didn’t receive an answer, her eyes slowly scanned your body “Don’t tell me...”

She stood up and went to pay the bill, after that you felt your body being pulled out of the cafe and into an alleyway. It was dark and no one except you two was around.

“Look at me!”she demanded and you did “I hope you haven’t forgotten how to use your powers.” her eyes glowed in a bright red light, but once yours did they weren’t even able to create a shadow behind a little box. “You...”

‘Crack’

Ansca hit the wall next to you, creating a gigantic hole behind you. As she leaned closer to you, her eyes were illuminating your body.”You haven’t touched his blood, have you?” the question came from in between her teeth, you knew she was mad “Please tell me you have...” once you looked down she knew the answer and pulled back, running her hand through her hair

“Y/N, your powers were way stronger than mine. What is this now?!”she stopped yelling and took a deep breath before continuing “How long has it been?”

“I don’t know...”you whispered

“Y/N...how fucking long?”this question was cut up into pieces

“Since...”

“Since?”

“Since we met.” you said

“Three years...THREE YEARS!Are you crazy?” she pulled out of her bag a bottle with dark red liquid in it and gave it to you “Have this, NOW!”

You took the glass object and slowly placed your lips on the rim. Once the first drop went down your throat, you threw the bottle and vomited. Ansca helped you stand up.

“Do you love him this much?”she asked you and you nodded

She didn’t say anything more and helped you walk to your home, it was pure coincidence meeting Jin there. You introduced him to Ansca.As he was here you couldn’t talk with her, so she looked into your eyes.

You gave your heart to this boy Y/N. Now you can drink only his blood.I wish you good luck.

Your eyes widened, she said her goodbye and left. Jin helped you sit down on the couch and ran to bring a blanket to place onto your body.

“Jagya you should be careful.”he was concerned after seeing the way you looked. Tired, very tired.

As he was placing the cover onto you, his neck came in your eyesight. The peach color of his skin, the beating heart, the veins filled with life. Unconsciously your lips came closer and touched him.

“You should have said something jagya.”his sweet laughter pulled you out of your instinct and you pulled back a bit shocked “Don’t worry jagya.”he placed a kiss on your forehead “You should tell me when you want a kiss.I will give you double what you want.” he winked at you

Jin snuggled up next to you and pulled your body close to his. He wanted you to be here with him, but at this exact moment you didn’t want him close to you at all. You knew what your animal instinct could do to him, one wrong move from you and all was going to end like a bad nightmare...that was going to last you for eternity.

“Jin...”you asked him

“Yes?”he turned to look at you “What is it princess?”

“How do you feel about vampires?”you were taking deep breaths, unknowing of your body’s condition

“What kind of question is that?”he laughed out a bit, so pure, innocent and loving

“Can you answer me?” was there an answer you wanted to hear, or did you just want to relax a bit...somehow

“Well, I don’t think they exist, but I don’t have any special way of thinking about them.If I meet one someday, I would say hi.It will be awesome to be honest”

As Jin was talking, the skin around his neck was moving slowly and the veins got more and more exposed. You don’t remember when, but everything went black...

“Y/N?” your eyes shot open and you saw Jin sitting on the floor and you were crawling towards him. His hand onto his neck and you felt the metallic taste in your mouth.The realization hit you almost immediately, you knew what you had done.

“I-I...”you grabbed your lips and started stepping back, tears forming onto your eyes “I-I...I didn’t mean...”

Jin stood up and started walking towards you “No! Stay away from me!”you swung your arm “I am a monster!”you hit him, trying to keep him way, trying not to kill him because of hunger. Yet he didn’t care how much you were pushing him away.

Jin placed his hand onto your head gently and pulled you towards his neck. He pushed lightly, until your fangs were into his neck once more.”Shhhh.”he ran his hand through your hair, trying to calm you down ,as tears were falling onto his shoulder “It’s alright Y/N, take as much as you want. I won’t run away.”

You were crying, but once you pulled back, he picked you up and placed you on the couch . Jin went to place a band aid on his neck and came back, wiping your lips from the red blood.His hand gently wiped away your tears as well and he kissed you.

“If you wanted to do it, why didn’t you?”he asked you “For how long have you been starving like this?”

“Three years...”you whispered

His eyes widened “What!Why didn’t you do this sooner?”he asked you

“I- I didn’t want to hurt you, Jin I love you too much.”

He pulled you into another hug, this time a warm and tight one. “Next time just ask, I can’t bare to you watch you starve yourself because of me.Got it?”

You nodded into his chest. Latter you told Ansca about this and she sounded relived to hear that.Since that day, Jin has been giving you as much blood as you needed, yet you were trying to take as less as you could. Your full powers came back and everything was back to normal.

He loved you and was never going to judge who you were, because to Jin you were his precious little princess, that needed love and protection.

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