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slytherinshua · 1 year

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Remembering

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. royalty au. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kissing. brief mention of crying. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: prince!heochan x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.3k

You didn’t want to go to this ball, but your mother had forced you and you didn’t have much choice in the matter. It was meant to be ‘the most important ball of your lifetime’ as your mother said. It was all because the crown prince was rumoured to be looking for ladies at this ball.

It was safe to say that you weren’t interested.

You didn’t see much point in balls. You couldn’t even imagine how tiring balls must be for royalty, and especially the crown prince who you could only guess was being forced into this. You were expecting every lady in that ballroom to be trying to win him over. You couldn’t imagine having that much attention.

You were dressed up in a blue gown that shimmered with tiny crystals when you turned; hair done up in an impossibly complicated hairdo; and you had chosen to wear your simple gold necklace that you had had since you were a baby. It was your most precious possession, and you rarely took it off.

When you arrived, you stayed in the corners of the room as much as you could. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, and the best way to do that was to stay as far away from the dance floor as possible. Everything was going well, and no one seemed to take too much notice of you. But then you saw a pair of eyes that just wouldn’t leave yours.

You weren’t panicked at first as you moved to a different corner of the room, trying to obscure yourself lest the pair of eyes turned into a person and asked you to dance. But the eyes kept following you. Everywhere you went, when you looked back, they were still there.

The shadows helped obscure the person and you couldn’t identify them at all. The only prominent feature you could see were those piercing eyes, and they intrigued you even though somewhere in your gut you could sense that you were about to get into a lot of trouble.

And your gut instincts rarely failed you.

You felt a hand clasp your wrist and in another second you were in some sort of secret corridor, back pressed against the wall, hand covering your mouth and making sure you didn’t make a sound. And those eyes.

You stared at the person who you could now identify as male, dressed in the most dashing blue outfit you had seen. And his eyes were even more mesmerising up close. He slowly lowered his hand once he knew you weren’t going to scream and you took a breath.

“How are you here?” He asked, voice desperate and out of breath.

“Who are you?” You asked, completely bewildered by the random man standing in front of you, “Don’t you know this is a formal ball?!” You hissed, looking around the empty hallway just to make sure no one would see you, “If the prince finds out he’ll be pissed-”

“He won’t be pissed.” The man said confidently, “Because I’m the prince.” He added as an afterthought.

You paused and gathered your thoughts before continuing, “If you’re the prince… then why did you just grab me and bring me here? Do you want something from me? Your Highness.” You added quickly and the prince frowned.

“Don’t speak to me differently just because you know who I am… y/n.”

“How do you know my name?” You interrogated.

Heochan sighed, “You don’t remember? Hmm…” He looked down and thought, hand still holding your wrist so you wouldn’t leave.

“What is going on?”

“It’ll take too long to explain. It’ll be quicker if I can just get you to remember again…” He stepped back slightly, “Repeating the actions can help someone to remember…” He murmured just above a whisper.

“What should I be remembering?”

“Me. Or… us?” He sighed again, “Y/n. Think carefully. Do I look familiar to you? Like you’ve known me before?” He seemed anxious to know your answer so you thought over it very carefully.

You examined his face. He was handsome for sure, but was he familiar? You weren’t sure. You paused on his eyes, and something about them did seem familiar. You had definitely seen them before tonight. Many times, you would even argue. But you weren’t sure why.

“Your eyes.”

“My eyes?” He echoed hopefully.

“They seem familiar to me.”

“So you remember a physical feature?!” He was smiling happily and extremely excited for a reason you couldn’t guess.

“I… guess so?”

“Next should be an action then-” He paused, “I know this might seem weird, but go with it. Just… trust me.”

“Okay…”

“Boop my nose.”

“What?”

“Boop my nose.” He said again, even more seriously than before.

You scoffed, “Why would I do that? You’re the prince, not a cat.”

“Please?”

You gave him your weirded out look, but decided to do it anyway. You gently booped his nose, hoping that just doing it once would appease him. He seemed satisfied, bright eyes staring into yours once you had done what he said. But his bright eyes turned dreary after a few seconds with you showing no sign of any change.

“Maybe it needs to be a bigger action…?” He questioned. You still stood there confused, but you didn’t dare to move. He was the prince after all. If he wanted you to stay and boop his nose, you were going to do it.

“Y/n.” You looked up at him, “I’m gonna try something… and uh… just don’t run away.” He said quickly, not giving you much time to think through it. He wrapped his arms around you quickly and hugged you to his chest.

Your body was frozen for a few seconds before you hesitantly hugged him back. Your eyes fluttered shut and your brows furrowed. The hug felt familiar. And not because the action of hugging was familiar— it felt like you had hugged him before.

You hugged him a bit tighter, trying to search for what felt familiar - trying your best to remember. And then you saw it. It was like a movie scene flashed in front of your eyes, except it was you.

“How come you’re a prince but you never wear a crown?” You teased, picking some light pink flowers and lacing them together with your white ones.

“Cause I don’t want to?” He giggled, “What do you want me to say?”

“Wouldn’t it make you more prince-like if you did, though?”

“They’re uncomfortable… I don’t like them.” He scooted closer to you, peering over your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, you’re gonna wear this crown, because I said so.” You placed the freshly made flower crown on his head gently and pushed back some of his hair.

“There. You’re adorable.” You booped his nose quickly and smiled.

He adjusted the flower crown slightly, a grin forming on his face along with his cute blush. And then he tackled you in a hug, making you fall onto your back with him on top of you, laughing with his arms still around you.

You broke the hug and stepped back, “Do I… know you?” Heochan looked up with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, you know me- I’m Heochan. Your Chan. Y/n-” He was speaking anxiously and you were trying your best to piece things together but you just couldn’t figure out what you were missing.

“I’m sorry. I can’t remember.” You whispered, feeling as disappointed as Heochan as you admitted it. “But the hug helped? I think? It did something.”

“I could try something else, but… I need you to be okay with it first.”

“If I know you somehow, I want to remember.” You decided, “Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”

Heochan nodded and stepped a bit closer, his hand cupping the side of your face hesitantly. He brought his face closer and placed his lips on yours as gently as he could.

And it was like he shattered a piece of glass that was obscuring everything as all the memories came flooding back to you. Another lifetime with you and him.

“Chan.” You hummed, your lips forming into a smile close to his, “I remember.” You whispered, kissing him again. He hugged you tightly, not bothering to wipe away the few tears that slipped out. He was just happy to have you back.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2

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yulight · 3 years

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Victon As Dom’s

Note: tbh i dont even care that no one ask me to do it imma do it anyways its my blog. also I’m SORRY, I’m still learning Victon its only been two days okay.. so heochan seungsik and byungchan (slightly Subin too) are the members i’m still learning. give me a week okay T_T this is all of pure vibes I get from them after watching 18 hour worth of their content.

also yes i know its not in age order its in bochanrries order meaning its just what member popped in my head first

Seungwoo: Soft Dom, worlds softest Dom. Wants nothing more than to make sure you’re happy. Not Really into many Kinks, he a very gentle lover. Bub would be Heart Broken if his you were being bratty he wouldn’t know how to handle it. would get emotional thinking he did something wrong.

SeJun: Playful Dom. a bit on the rough side. Honestly will mark your whole body, oh you wanna act like a brat? that’s cool so can he. Good luck, because he far worse than you. Do not test him because the outcome isn't something you will like.

Hanse: Strict Dom He expects you to be a good little baby, and that’s exactly what you’re gonna be. He not scared to put you in your place, he not necessary a hard Dom but he not a push over .He not about physical punishment's actually along he will decline you from any physical contact and refuses to touch you until you behave.

Subin: he’s the type of Dom, who wants you to say vocal tell him what you want him to do, maybe its because he’s still a bit young always doubting himself . He can be rough or soft generally he more soft. not the type to be able to handle brats he will avoid you until you stop acting out. Heo Chan: Gentle soft kisses worships your body tells you how perfect you are, if you’re acting bratty he give in and ask you what you want. honestly he so soft for you he just do whatever you want so you can be his good little angel again. Seungsik: The perfect mix from Hard and Soft dom. his touches can be soft and gentle as praises fall from his lips too his hand wrapped around your throat as he ask you who you belong too. he can and will handle you in any bratty situation, he will gladly remind you whos in control. ByungChan: He the type of Dom who will give you so much, and treat you so well if you behave at least. he will remind you that only good girls/boys get what they want. Bratty behavior is an insult to him, he takes it as you don’t respect him and that’s when he gets rougher and shows you how he doesn’t have to be so generous.

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huihuiheart · 3 years

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Angstober D21: Admit It - Heochan

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Moodboard by @sannie-hannie

Pairing: Mafia Son! Heochan x Mafia! GN Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: To him you were the whole world, to you he was just another mark from the competition.

Warnings: Mafia themes, honey trap themes, kidnapping themes, heartbreak themes, gun themes, blood, betrayal, revenge themes.

Word Count: 488

“Y/N, tell me what the fuck is going on here?” Heochan’s screams echoed through the empty warehouse, not that it mattered much, no one else was around. His arms pulled at the ties keeping him in the chair to the point that the chair scuffled across the floor from the struggle.

“You’re the son of a mafia boss, heir to a whole empire...shouldn’t it be obvious to you what is going on here?” You snicker, sitting comfortably across from him as you clean your handgun. A guard posted at every doorway, and one beside him just in case you couldn’t keep the situation under your control.

“But we’re in love! You’re my whole world! What the fuck are you doing?” He hisses when the ropes cut at his skin, struggling ceasing for a moment as he watches you step closer. Looking like an injured puppy with the hurt shimmering in his dark eyes.

“No, you love me. I hate you, there I said it. Are you happy now? Now that you know the truth? I’m your whole world, but to me, you’re just another mark...actually you’re more than that. You’re revenge. You made it rather easy too. I mean who would have guessed you would be so naïve?” Your smirk is wicked, face holding no remorse as you look down at the grief-stricken man. Looking as if he’d just lost someone in death, and in a way he had...he lost the version of you he thought existed. The person he thought was the love of his life.

“What do you mean revenge? I haven’t even done anything for the mafia yet, what could you possibly need revenge for?” Heochan scoffs, snapping back to reality when your hand slams down onto the back of the chair, leaning over him suddenly.

“You didn’t do it, your father did. He took my family from me, sticking me out of the streets to try and survive on my own with nothing. Do you know the kind of hell that is? It spiraled me into this life which isn’t much better, but at least now I’m the one in control of hell.” You spit, a venomous bite taking over your words. You’re thrown aback when Heochan breaks out of the ties though. Dropping the guard and stealing his gun to point it at you, while you’re regaining your footing.

You scoff rolling your eyes and pointing your own gun at him, “Drop the tough guy act Heochan. You said it yourself, you love me. I’m your whole world...there’s no way you’ll do it...”

Heochan lets out a shaky sigh, but he lowers the gun knowing you were right and without the bargaining chip of your life these guards wouldn’t let him go. You chuckle before shooting his thigh, making him drop the gun as he collapses to the ground clutching his leg as blood already starts to pool beneath him.

“But I will.”

#angstober 2021 #victon imagines #victon x reader #victon angst #heochan imagines #heochan x reader #heochan angst #heo chan imagines #heo chan x reader #heo chan angst

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bearseokie · 4 years

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flashback (M)

— Every time you touch a relic of your lover, you get vivid daydreams of your time spent with Chan while configuring the future.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — time-traveler! heochan x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — romance, smut, angst WARNINGS — time skips back and forth, longing, if you’re confused: good. A/N — this idea was originally an entire fic idea, but I’m testing the waters here!

victon m.list | navi

Eclectic, Chan was like a cloud over the full moon. Every cave and crevice once seen by your own eyes, the form of grey fluff covered over each speck until only darkness caressed you lightly. His touch warm like the sun until the star delved towards the other side of the earth, he was only with you for so long.

“In a matter of days,-” His back collided with the wall as he spoke, eyes glistening in the ascending dawn. “-our time will be up, my love.”

The heat from his bare body was still sheathing within the sheets beside you. Your hand glided over the soft cotton, his scent bringing a lump in your throat as you attempted to swallow it down. Your eyes blinked heavily, the hard beat of your heart in your chest aching as the same fabric turned cold. He was nowhere in sight - Chan long lost to the past, but still protruding inside your present like a mirage.

“And there isn’t anything we can do about it?” you wondered.

He had crept to you, his muse - reasoning, through limericks along sheets of paper. They were your only message of his existence, that your dreams were real and not hallucinations. His handwriting fondful to your sight, the pages were stained with his cologne and tears, trifled by his occupation. A man designed to leap through time, year by year, centuries passing, your face the only thing keeping him afloat.

“I’m afraid not.” Fluffed hair torked by his lanky fingers, you felt the same hand make contact with your cheek. His enlightened irises were always engulfed by your reflection, all that he could bear, but the sorrow in his blown pupils made you lift from the mattress.

“Chan, what are we to do?”

It was only when his soft lips collided with yours that the world seemed to settle, his long locks feathered through your own fingers to keep him pressed against you. He was a breath of fresh air at any given moment you were surrounded by a suffocating atmosphere. All questions pushed until later, his moments were always true to one belief: we have now.

Soft kisses peppered against your lips and cascading down your jawline to meet your neck, Chan knew every little spot that had you craving more. Light licks of his tongue lingering at your nape made you mewl, his soft breaths fanning across your skin enough to lull you to sleep. Eyes fluttering shut with his warm skin turning feverish with every kitten lick to your collar bones, he gravitated towards where you wanted him most.

A twinge in your guts releasing butterflies, his eyes peered up at you through long lashes. Irises immune to most emotions from the power within him, the lust he gained from you always shown through. You were like a placebo to him, fixed with the idea that all could heal if he took you, but it was just a decoy. Releasing heavy breaths, his hand collided between your thighs to pleasure you.

Middle fingers pressing into the fabric of the thin clothing you wore, your back arched at his touch. A whimper of his name, his palm met with the small stain of your arousal pooling through the article, a groan passing his plump lips. He wanted to rip the clothes from your body, teach you how to love properly, but his shuddering skin renounced his form above you.

Time and time again, the clicks of the clock on the wall would hit their marks. He would be forced to leave you, match the time on his watch to the letters in the mail - taking his leave without the slightest bit of discourse. Just as his mysterious occupation, all that told you of his travels would disappear with him. You would find sheets of torn note pages with marked numbers, collecting them one by one.

Your fingers pressed into the dull remnants, brows knitted and tears thick as they fell from your eyes. The matter was more than you knew, tracing each number with the tip of your thumb. One - your first kiss. The fast pace of his heart where your hand laid against his chest, keeping him close. Two - the first time he shifted from nowhere right before your eyes. A blow of wind that could cause hysterics to the universe, the sparkles of gold that surrounded him - him. Three - when he told you what he was. How he was forced into a world even he didn’t comprehend, the one he would give up if it meant he was beside you every day, but that’s not how the world works. Four - the extravagant feeling of his lips against you in more ways than one. Five - his golden irises flashing for the last time, his body swept away by the watch on his wrist.

Each tear formed against another, the tears slipping down your cheeks dripping onto your clothes as you sniffled. The cold top of the table scattered your emotions more than the numbers themselves, index fingers gliding the pieces together like it was a puzzle. Your tongue matched with the corner of your mouth, much like Chan’s did when he tore them so indicatively. A message from him that would reach you when you needed it most. The tape between your fingers linked them one by one, the numbers melding together like a work of art that only the artist could understand. The connections, the memories, Chan’s words whispered into your ear every chance he had to hold you: all written in their own code.

The drawer of his nightstand, never delved into in respect of his own privacy, but the remedy you needed. The metal handle between your fingers pulled open to reveal the treasures of the space, darkened by the room as his lamp turned on in tandem with your squinting eyes. The gold in your palm, similar to what you had seen over and over - nearly the exact watch as his, but only your own. His code.

“Find me.”

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moonandsunwoo · 3 years

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VICTON in Hogwarts

➛ victon in Hogwarts

➛ warnings: none

➛ I would like to remind everyone that this is my opinion and you're free to disagree! this is just how I would sort them if were some sort of sorting-hat...now enjoy:)

Head strong, hot headed Seungwoo would get sorted into Gryffindor the second the hat touched his head

Grinning from ear to ear that boy, skipping over to his new home, already looking forward to a new chapter in life

To be very honest, he was terrified and couldn’t believe the sorting-hat actually saw courage as one of his main traits so that’s on that

Boasty loud student he is, always showing off but never at inappropriate times

You just knew him alright

He was the chosen one in terms of noise

Where he was, laughter followed

Not afraid to stick up for other people tho

So if you think you can make fun of someone and make them feel very bad about themselves, expect Seungwoo to show you your place

There’s only a few things he couldn’t stand and morning classes history of magic and bullies were two of them

The other ones were Madam Pomfreys cough-medicine and the fanged geranium in the greenhouse

Yeah with that one he was at war

Seungwoo was also at war with every single other plant that had teeth or fangs of any sort

Like he would bite them back if he could

Plants and his hotheaded hastiness just didn’t get along well, alright

And without the help of a certain Hufflepuff he’d never pass herbology

But lucky him, there was Seungsik

Seungsik who, when he walked to his house after sorting, almost tripped over his own cape

He was so nervous oh dear

Nervous and excited because he really couldn’t wait to see the common room and the fireplace and…

He’s heard so many stories about it!

The sweetest soul in Hogwarts

Despises fights with all he’s got

One day, during DADA, instead of hexing his opponent, he made sunflowers grow.

It was an accident of course

But it pretty much reflected on how Seungsik was as a person

He’s a bit messy in a head in the clouds kind of way

Always has a spare roll of parchment and some ink in his bag

The parchment for Seungwoo and the ink…

The ink for his fellow Hufflepuff-friend Hanse

Hanse who looked like everything but a Hufflepuff but with a heart made of absolute gold and kindness and sunshine

Hanse who has basically all of Slytherin whipped for him because omg a walking aesthetic

Hanse who always runs short on ink because he keeps scribbling on his hands and arms when he’s bored in class

He’s really good in charms and transfiguration

Like really good, and everyone is kinda in awe

So logically you shouldn’t mess with him just because he could jinx you to shreds

But then again, you shouldn’t mess with him in general if you don’t want a hoard of angery slytherin chase you out of Hogwarts

And a bunch of Hufflepuff chase you from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade and back

He’s just everyone’s most precious boy

Most precious boy who sadly sucks at history of magic because he just thinks it’s so effing boring

Lucky him theres someone who can help him out there

Byungchan that is!

Now, history of magic isn’t a subject that the Ravenclaw cares much about either

But at least he pays attention

And he takes notes, which later always safe everyone’s ass

Notes he willingly shares among his friends and literally everyone else that struggles

It’s become a thing in Hogwarts to go and mass study with Byung in the library

Just because he seems like a person to be nice to have around when dying of stress

He will help, no worry

Always such a friendly tutor with dimples on full display It’s a free real estate

Best hugs but only the close one get to experience these

Many swoon for the tall Ravenclaw okay

And he knows lets be honest

It just makes him grin lightly tho

Very much unlike Chan

Chan who gets all giddy and smiley and panik when he notices the stares

Ngl first he thought they were directed at Byungchan

Until he went to the library alone and he still got them and oh

For a Gryffindor he sure can be a very grounded one

He just doesn’t really know how to deal honestly

But he gets super happy and sparkly eyed when someone compliments him

Happily glancing over at his friends trying to contain a remark

Failing

Heochan sunnyboy almost got sorted into Hufflepuff too by the way

But then the sorting-hat sensed the competitiveness

And it was like; nope

To the lions you go

He wanted to join the quidditch team

But then he saw the bludgers up close and decided that he would rather watch from the stands tbh

Scared baby

But don’t baby him okay

Baby someone else instead

Subin for example

Even though Subin is technically and literally and just very much a snake Slytherin and he will bite you maybe

With his sassy comments and unexpected comebacks

He’s the baby of this wild mix of friends and no one actually knows how he ended up in our lovely little group

But he fits right in

Subin who had a boost of confidence somewhere during thirst year

When a boggart literally hesitated to change shape when met with Subin

Like this boy just has no fears

Well a few he does but no one looked at Subin the same way after that incident

Excellent at potions

Has a steady hand and patience and a more that one functioning braincell

Which is very much why he is the last straw preventing his fellow Slytherins cauldron to blow up

Sejun has probably one functioning braincell that’s why

Recipes are also just so boring to read alright

And who cares many times you have to stir and in what darn direction??

Ridiculous really

He rather spends his times in the stars

For someone who can’t sit still for two minutes, having Astronomy as a favourite subject sure is unexpected

But Sejun loves it

And he also loves having deep-talk with Seungwoo and Chan when Slytherin is paired up with Gryffindor again whilst measuring out stars

Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry who

He’s also a bit of a messy person like Seungsik

But he’s more… a chaos screaming kind of messy

No one in Hogwarts breaks more quills

The amount of money this boy has already spent just to replace broken or lost quills is upsetting

And he makes sure to whine about it constantly

It’s an ongoing thing really

Seungwoo joked that they should gift him one made of stone next Christmas

They didn’t

They ended up gifting him a glass-quill

Sejun almost had a nervous breakdown

Hogwarts would be a lot quieter after they graduated

McGonagall would miss them tho

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i8jisoo · 4 years

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victon reaction to going to them to cuddle 🥺

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⇉ victon & a cuddly s/o

victon x reader | reaction

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; cursing but we super cute

↬ notes; this was cute but i was so backed up lmfao so we doin’ it

seungwoo

okay starting off he’s a tall one, so since i usually picture everyone my height which is 4′9, your cuddles might start off with you climbing on him like a child and a mother. if you’re as tall as him or just the average, he still doesn’t give a shit, he will carry you and he’ll take you over to either the couch or the bed and he’ll set you down first before settling behind you. he’ll snuggle up to your neck, his arms around your shoulders, he’ll practically be choking you deadass.

i don’t see him doing this around people though, i think he likes to be secretive and discreet about this. when it’s just you to, the cuddliest most teddy-bear like guy ever. the small cuddle time turns into hours and you two will end up falling asleep wherever y’all are at. snuggle on the couch, your head is on his chest and his feet aren’t even on the sofa.

“alright, up you go.” seungwoo sighed, pulling you up and pulling your legs around his waist while he takes you to the couch to come cuddle you.

seungsik

i see him always being really tired when he asks for a cuddle, but he wants one instantly and will not take no for an answer. seungsik definitely will go to you more for a cuddle, but when you come to him, he is so happy. seungsik is definitely this leader who is great and strong to everyone, but in his home — he is the one to be babied. seungsik is baby let’s be honest, he will always be the one scooped up in your arms.

he had a bad day? cuddle. you had a bad day? cuddle. feeling cold? cuddle. it’s hot as hell outside? cuddle. anything and everything will have cuddles involved. you two will just sit at first and then by the end of the night will find him in your arms, snoring with his head against your tummy and his arms around your waist. he also scares the fuck out of you when he’ll sleep walk or talk in his sleep, you’re deadass jumping at the movement or sounds.

“come here, baby.” you say softly, your arms wide and seungsik walks over. you’ll take him in, sitting on the couch as you do so and rolling back with him. you two will lay there for hours while you play with his hair or watch a show.

heo-chan

another big baby, chan will come to you or you come to him and you two will wobble until you’re on the bed. he is abnormally soft and loves to just tangle your legs up and lay there. he’ll probably have his arms around you most of the time, his fingers laced with yours and his head against the pillow with you on top of him.

100% you always get up and straddle him, only to tickle him and have a giggly chan begging for you to stop. this boy can talk, he isn’t shy with you and he just talks and talks. he will make you cuddle a lot and need extra ones when he has a bad day. chan is pouty and will let you hold him while he rants and talks to you, he might just cry.

you two had just got back from chan’s check-up at the doctor, the boy devastated at the fact he had to get a vaccine. “i do not like you right now.” he just hmph’ed, crossing his arms. “come here baby, i know you want to.” you open your arms, chan doing a double take before accepting and letting you take him to the comfort of his bed to cuddle him. you gave him a kiss on his band-aid on his arm, rubbing his back.

sejun

he will probably have a bowl of whatever snack on ur back, turning on a movie or show as you sleep soundly and unknowingly have a bowl of food resting atop you. he will sometimes see how much shit he can put on top of you, then to have you wake up and everything tumble down or he’ll scare you when he shouts for you to stay still.

if he isn’t eating — poke, poke, poke — sejun is annoying you as you try to cuddle. he will be going after you when you pull up and off of him, leaving him alone on the couch so you can close your eyes and rest. 9/10 times he will pull your arm back and make you fall so then he’ll feel super shitty but that just means more cuddles so it’s alright. sejun is here to kiss your boo-boo’s.

“y/n! no! don’t go!!!” he shouts, watching you rush down the hallway and into the room. he’ll slide down the hallway in his socks and open the door, practically jumping on top of you and into the bed. “go away..” you murmur tiredly, yawning. he cuddles into you and holds onto you like a sloth hold, giving you the most comfortable sleep of all time. “goodnight y/n.”

hanse

laying in his room is not good, you will probably 7/10 times be laying on a shit-ton of clothes that he doesn’t pick up. i feel like he’s a human heater, you just cuddle up to him and he’s warming you up instantly, no blankets needed. you also have to remind him to take off his glasses or contacts before cuddling, y’all fall asleep often so you don’t want him to break his glasses or accidentally irritate his eyes.

you guys might lay in bed and paint his nails or do his hair, it doesn’t matter to him. he likes doing these things. you will break his arm to paint his nails, the next week he’ll switch to another color. there is always music playing, blasting and making subin very annoyed!!!!

“that hurts, ow!!” hanse whines, your hand turning his arm in a direction it obviously does not go in. “shh! stop moving, you’re gonna make me mess them up!” you tell him to suck it up of course, your back to his chest and you lay on top of him with his arm stuck in the air and turned so you could paint them.

byungchan

he’s tall, he’s y’know.. he’s a giant. that doesn’t stop him from being your very small baby though, he loves to feel babied. he’ll want to cuddle into your neck and wrap his arms around your waist, his body on top of yours and his body definitely weighing on you. occasionally he will be humming a girl group song or he’ll be mumbling the lyrics to one, earning him a glare from you to be quiet while you were trying to watch the screen on your phone.

he loves cuddling. he will come home just to cuddle matter of fact, he’ll drop anything and everything to lay there in your arms and just snuggle into you. he’s sad when you leave for work or aren’t there when he’s back, he guesses the trace of your shampoo on the pillow case will have to work.

“where are you!” byungchan calls out, dropping his bag for practice on the floor and his shoes are kicked off as soon as he walks through the door. “i’m watching a movie, go away!” you yelled, byungchan knowing instantly you were in the bedroom and doing a sprint towards there. he practically jumps on you and into the bed, clinging to you like a baby on a mother’s hip. you groan, “no talking, i’m trying to watch.” you mumble, soon enough hearing his soft breathing and feeling it on your neck as he relaxes.

subin

he is a baby himself but in the dorms you and his small furry babies are his own. toto, mimi, and jaws will lay next to you guys or underneath the covers with y’all. he’ll wiggle around before finding a comfortable spot and sticking with it. if you fuck up his bed for perfect cuddling, he will fuck you up. his bed is clear and perfect for only you, if anybody else fucks it up before he comes back and it’s not in perfect condition, he will hunt them down.

short baby will drown in large clothes, but you are smaller so you two are both equally drowning in clothes. he will watch a movie while texting the boys or texting somebody, all screens are on but don’t worry, he hasn’t forgotten about his little baby that’s in his arms.

“subin!!! subiiinnn!!!!!” you say loudly, muffled by the large hoodie draped over him. he’s focused on the messages on his screen, his fingers probably burned at his rapid typing. you pull at his phone, “whaaaattt!!!” he mocks, looking at you to see what you wanted. “toto just peed on the floor, dummy!” sure enough, you’re right. there is a puddle and toto will be sitting next to it, proud and unbothered by the accident on the floor. “toto no!!” he whines, pushing you off and having to clean up the mess with a pout.

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key201303 · 4 years

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Guide (COMING SOON)

Masterlist

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kpophours · 4 years

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Good Morning

➵ Victon: Chan x fem. reader / drabble, boyfriend AU / fluff

➵ warnings: none

➵ word count: 283

You wake up to something tickling your face. You scrunch up your nose, mumbling something unintelligible before burying your face back into your pillow. When you hear a familiar chuckle, you tiredly open one eye.

Your boyfriend’s bright smile greets you, already way too awake for the early morning hour. He holds a feather in one hand, probably plucked from your duvet, and apparently his weapon of choice for tickling you. “Why are you already so awake?”, you whine, snuggling deeper into your blanket while closing your eyes again. Chan just laughs, continuing to tickle your nose. You huff and turn over, now facing the wall instead of your annoyingly cute boyfriend. Suddenly, his strong arms find their way under your blanket and wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, making you giggle. He begins to leave soft, small kisses all over your sensitive skin, until you finally turn around to face him again. “Good morning.”, you mumble grumpily, still half-asleep.

Chan just smiles, brushing some of your hair out of your face and kissing the tip of your nose. “Good morning, my darling.”, he answers, and you just sigh in response. “Just a few more minutes of sleep, please?”, you ask in a small voice, lips protruding to form a small pout. “Aww, someone is still tired from binge-watching last night, mhm?”, your boyfriend playfully coos at you, before tucking your face into the crook of his neck and hugging you close, beginning to hum a soft, familiar tune under his breath. You slowly get lulled back to sleep, enveloped by his familiar scent, and happy to be wrapped in his strong, warm arms.

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babysubinnie · 3 years

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can i get gang! han seungwoo please? maybe part of heochan's but seungwoo's girlfriend or wife please... thank you...

stay or go // han seungwoo

🧚🏻‍♂️ pairing:: han seungwoo x reader 🧚🏻‍♂️ genre:: angst, gang leader!seungwoo 🧚🏻‍♂️ summary:: the wife of seungwoo is something you could never get used to. the fact that anyone would believe the fact that you get to call yourself seungwoo’s wife. when you finally get to meet the love of your life’s group of friends, it was a matter of time before things flipped out. ——————————————————————————

“i’m so scared to meet these guys. seungwoo are you sure this is a good idea?” i looked up at him when he continued to pull me towards the huge mansion that i never got to see. this was the first time, and i didn’t know how to feel.

i remember the day when seungwoo told me that he was a leader of a gang. well, but it was an accident that i found out. i was finding a shirt after a shower at seungwoo’s apartment when i opened the wrong drawer to find a few guns. i looked at him over my shoulder, and that’s when he told me everything.

“baby, you got me, the goddamn leader.” when we stood at the front door, he put his arm around my waist pulling me chest to chest to him pressing his lips hard to mine. i giggled as he did it before he tapped his card onto the wall not letting go of me. when we started walking through, he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together while walking to the front door which took about two minutes because it was so far from the gate.

this house couldn’t even be called a mansion. this was a goddamn castle. i knew they were rich, but this was a even bigger way to show me that they were hella rich. it was expensive.

“wanna buy me a car?” i giggled after gawking at the house, and seungwoo put his arm around my waist taking his hand out of my hand. he kissed the top of my head smiling while putting his hand on the door handle.

“anything you want my love.” he laughed then opened the door smiling when all the boys were chasing around one boy that had the most infectious laugh. they kept screaming at the boy yelling ‘chan’ and how they were going to kill him but when they saw their leader walking in, they all froze in the spot they were in.

there were 6 of them staring at us while standing in the hallway. i hid behind seungwoo and he laughed starting to pull away from me but i grabbed his shirt to stop him from walking away. he kissed the top of my head then walked away while telling all the boys to be nice. i stood there frozen because seungwoo had left me in the middle of the house with no backup.

“i’m han y/n.” i tried not to stutter as i spoke but i didn’t think i did a very good job covering up the fact that i was scared as hell. the boy with the grey hair and blond highlights giggled and then realized that i had said my last name was han.

“i’m subin.” the blond haired boy smiled then walked up to me but the boy named chan pulled him back to his side. he told subin to stay while walking over to me. he looked me up and down then smirked.

“i’m assuming sister because of the last name?” he walked closer to me and i laughed nervously because wow was he good looking. all of them were hella good looking. just as i was about to answer, i felt a pair of arms pull me away from chan.

“wife actually.” seungwoo picked up my left hand to show the boys my ring. i hide behind seungwoo’s shoulder and he laughed moving his arm around my waist to glare at the boys in front of me.

“when did you get married?” i remember when seungwoo told me about seungsik. he would definitely question everything. i didn’t know if this was him, but i’m assuming this was him because he did seem like he would be.

“seungsik. i would have told you if you weren’t so busy with that problem. i wanted to tell you, but i didn’t have the chance.” seungwoo started getting nervous. he said he was the leader but he was scared of this guy.

“it’s fine i knew you were getting distracted regardless.” he shrugged and seungwoo’s jaw clenched before he pulled seungsik aside into what i assumed was his office.

“they’re gonna fight again.” another member came up to me and threw his arm around my shoulder smiling before walking over to the kitchen. he sat me down at the counter then went to the fridge.

“let me introduce all of them. i’m sejun, that’s byungchan, hanse, chan who you know, subin, our youngest and the one fighting with seungwoo is seungsik.” he smiled pouring the vodka into the orange juice before handing it to me.

“i figured you were a screwdriver type of girl.” he smiled and i laughed taking the cup taking a sip out of it. i started to get to know all the boys and they were sweet. they were the sweetest boys i had ever met, and they all loved their youngest very much. they were a family for a lack of a better word. we spent almost two hours talking, while seungwoo and seungsik were basically screaming at each other in the background.

i knew everyone was trying to ignore the fact that this was happening. i could tell in the energy that they were used to it. i assumed that byungchan noticed i was worried about seungwoo when i looked over my shoulder and he sat next to me while the boys were laughing and squealing at something subin had just did.

“they’re gonna be okay y/n. they always fight.” he took a sip of his drink then looked at me, giving me a comforting smile. i looked down nodding to pretend that it didn’t bother me that they were fighting because of me.

“but this time it’s because of me.” i smiled weakly at him and he took my hand outside of the house to where the pool was. he closed the door so i wouldn’t be able to hear anything that was going on inside the house. the sun was setting, and it was stunning. i sat down on the pool chair looking out into the view, and byungchan sat next to me.

“hey y/n? seriously you don’t have to worry about those two. i promise, recently seungwoo has been really distracted lately, and seungsik has been on his toes lately. everything that happens, pisses him off. please don’t worry.” he smiled warmly towards me then turned his head when the door slid open. seungwoo walked through the door with a dark face, and waved me over coldly.

“looks like he didn’t win.” byungchan whispered under his breath then the two of us stood up before walking around the pool to seungwoo.

“let’s go y/n.” he had his arms open and i wrapped my arms around his waist pressing a kiss to his lips. he was upset but i didn’t know why or what happened. he weakly smiled then looked at byungchan saying a quick thank you before taking my hand.

“where are we going? i thought you said we were going to stay here for a while?” i looked up at him and he shook his head while glancing at the members who were standing up at the reentrance that i had made.

“where are you going?” subin stood up and grabbed onto my wrist while seungwoo was dragging me out of the house. i turned to look at him then as i realized that seungsik was staring at us from the room that seungwoo dragged him into a while ago, i pulled my arms out of subin and seungwoo’s grip.

“it was nice meeting you too seungsik.” i scoffed then stormed out of the house before slammed the door shut. he put his hands on my shoulders pushing me up against the wall.

“you don’t get to be sassy with me princess.” he shook his head laughing then looked over his shoulder at seungwoo. he was pissed and scoffed before walking over to the two of us pulling him away from me.

“you don’t get to call her princess.” he rolled his eyes then pulled me into his arms. i rolled my eyes back at him while he was hugging me from behind. i knew that whatever was happening would make him more upset if i did anything more to piss him off.

“they said that they’ll pay you back, but only if you go seungwoo hyung.” subin smiled brightly putting down his phone after making one call. we all turned our head to look at him then seungwoo smiled.

“i will go get it soon.” seungwoo nodded and i looked up at him batting my eyelashes trying to let me go with him. he nodded telling me with his eyes that he would take me with him.

“if you want your girl to stay, send her yourself.” seungsik shrugged at seungwoo and he took a double take at me, then at seungwoo. seungwoo looked down at me biting his lip because i knew that he didn’t want me to go by myself, but this was the only thing i could do if i wanted to stay with these boys. seungwoo took me to his room getting ready to tell me off, but i only looked through his closet ignoring everything that he said.

i found the perfect outfit, got changed and giggled when he was still constantly talking about how it wasn’t a good idea that i should go by myself. i kissed him then opened the only drawer that was the least obvious, meaning this was his gun drawer. i pulled the one that i liked the best and put it in my waistband of my pants. i walked back over to the bed to where he was sitting then he started pouting.

“love, i really don’t think you should be doing this.” he looked down biting his lip taking my hand trying to stop me but right now, there was no other way that i would do this. i needed to stay here with all the boys.

“woo, i got this. i’m your girl for a reason. don’t worry.” i kissed the top of his head while his hands rested at my thighs. i smiled at him when he continued to make the face that always worked on me, except for today.

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slytherinshua · 6 months

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TEXTS WITH VAMPIRE BF VICTON

genre. fluff. crack. smau. warnings. blood and vampire stuff lol. my bad humour. maybe a tiny bit suggestive?? biting...? a little bit of angst in byungchan's. bats as well... just basically every vampire thing you can think of lmao. pairing. ot7 victon x reader (separate). a/n. this is all because of @haecien and our vampire bartender seungwoo delusions... now here i am doing everyone :D

SEUNGWOO

SEUNGSIK

HEOCHAN

SEJUN

HANSE

BYUNGCHAN

SUBIN

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

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yulight · 3 years

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Pet Names With Victon

Seungwoo: Love, Baby, Darling, Angel.

Seungsik:BabyGirl/Boy, sweetie, honey.

Chan: Babe, & he would give you an oddly specific nickname like If really like cuddling he call you his cuddle bunny.

Sejun: Babe, Kitten, he would 100% walk up behind you and just call you "mine" as he kisses your neck.

Hanse: Doll, prince/ss, I feel like he would call you something like panda or dodo if you act really silly.

ByungChan: Cutie, Sweetie and baby.

Subin: if you're older then most likely hyung/Noona (maybe even mommy) but then we have. Honey, Baby, then pup I really feel like he would say it idk why yall can be watching a movie or show and he see you not looking happy and be like "what's wrong pup" like idk I feel that vibe from him.

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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　　　victon masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　seungwoo

[10:28am] ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 342.

cuddles over chocolate (req)

genre: fluff. period comfort. | wc: 551.

　　　　seungsik

with every cup of coffee ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. coffeeshop au..? | wc: 779.

　　　　chan

remembering

genre: fluff. royalty au. | wc: 1.3k

　　　　sejun

don't go

genre: fluff. classmates to lovers. | wc: 1.2k.

cheater (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 736.

kiss and make up (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. angst. hurt/comfort. | wc: 1.4k.

　　　　hanse

nothing yet . . .

　　　　byungchan

[7:16am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 438.

let's go see the stars

genre: fluff. slight angst. | wc: 911.

[4:03pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 358.

[2:31pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 345.

　　　　subin

"wanna kiss since we're bored?"

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.1k.

giggles (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 585.

[6:13pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 363.

caramel macarons

genre: fluff. coffeeshop au. | wc: 653.

hey, sleepyhead

genre: fluff. | wc: 678.

　　　　other

texts with vampire bf victon ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. crack. fake texts. vampire au.

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bearseokie · 4 years

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Beware of the Hounds (M)

Those superior to you have plans and you’re not within them. Can you withstand the guards, or will you be forced into condemn?

DETAILS — [ M | hellhound! au | 2k ] MEMBER(S) — chan + sejun WARNINGS — hallucinations/dreams, restraints (chains), licking/biting/marking, slight dom! chan & gentle! sejun, physical altercation, branding/burning, suggestive themes RELEASED ON — october 22nd, 2020

Entrapped by a dull, dark cloud, the scent of burning skin floated into your nostrils. Inhaling the smell so deep into your body that it passed down your throat and into your lungs, the thick smoke once overtaking the room now was only confined inside of you.

Their voices like mantras, the two hounds pulled you along. The creek of the steps uncanny, there was no longer warmth inside the old home. A ransom note written in calligraphy by the demon, he had staged his presence for long enough to ignite his guardians of fire and disappear into the unknown, leaving behind the directions for his servants to follow.

The inferno burning around them leaked against your skin, the sting of a thousand hot matches sending waves of pain through your body. Fighting in and out of consciousness, the darkness finally took you over, eyes falling shut as your body fell against the cold cement of the cellar.

The white-haired man passed the brick walls, listening to the growls of those in front of him. Ablaze, the cries and pleas of the young incubuses reverberated inside of the chilled basement. Ignited for the pleasure of torment and strife, they had been claimed by the hellhounds the moment they stepped through the void to get to their new master. Guides to death, nothing could distort their task, except a prevalent being.

The demon had convinced the hellhounds to stand at his side, gifted them a second chance at a finer life. Protect him, protect themselves, be released.

The incubuses calmed, the wounds healing by a single touch of the demon crouched beside them, hand on either of their stomachs. Their skin grew flawless, their eyes closing and reopening with a bright yellow gleam to the irises. Small fangs between his plump lips, the demon knew he would reap what he sewed, but he was all too grateful for the power of the supernatural now at his fingertips to care.

You jolted awake, the white bricks of the old cellar clear in your view. Confusion brushed over you, stabilizing the state of mind you began to drown in. The basement of the building looked no different than it did in the hallucination, a heated breeze wracking your senses as you pushed back against the wall and hugged your knees to your chest.

“You’re not dreaming.” a deep voice called from the dark corner of the space.

Dim moonlight painting into the room through the square panes of glass held in the single window, you could only see their orange eyes. Glowing like a bonfire in the middle of the woods, they stared from inside the darkness. The charred scent never escaped them, their presence wounding your energy even from afar.

“I only dream-” you began, out of breath from the thin air of the lower room. “-when one of you touches me.”

Their eyes matched with one another, the glance shared and statement noted. Eviscerated, your shoes scrapped against the floor to stand, a loud, vibrating sound of metal clinking in your ears. Tight chains wrapped around your wrists, you fell back against the wall, a defeated look in your eyes.

“Why are you doing this? I’ve helped him, too!”

“You don’t know?” the same voice asked.

In tandem, the second hound’s voice spoke out, his voice soft and somber. “You really don’t know.”

“What is that hobby that human’s call it, Sejun?” the first voice chimed, shoes tapping the ground as he moved in closer to you. “Fishing?”

“I believe so, Chan.”

Both hounds were just as otherworldly as the incubuses, speaking like characters out of a novel written centuries ago.

“Say, chained-one.” Chan prosed in your direction, sharp canines bright in the dingy lighting. “Must the bait for fishing be alive to be caught?”

“I-It depends on what you’re trying to catch.”

Your reply was simple, a shared laugh between the two men making your bones chill and hurt.

“Well, what we’re attempting to catch believes you’re still alive, but actually-” Chan grinned harder, his face clear in front of yours as he drooled at your vulnerable position. “-you don’t need to be alive anymore.”

His hand opened flat, fingers lacing around the chain connected from your limb to the wall. Wolf-like nails gently scraped over the skin of your wrist as he tugged harshly at the restraint. Your gasp and wide eyes entertained him, eyes turning brighter from every breath you took. The pained expression on your face was now familiar to them, imitated by their own faces as they stared down at you like they were watching a movie and reenacting the scenes.

“Why must you do this?” you asked, their eyes avoiding one another’s for the first time.

“Your knowledge on us is slim, too.” Sejun spoke softly, his mind filled with the same impression you once gave the incubuses.

“I wasn’t aware any of you existed until a few hours ago, I must apologize.” your teeth gritted at them, their mouths reflecting your own. Jaws of unseen power clenched together with bones sharper than hunting knives. You were well passed intimidated, legitimately frightened by the two dogs sent with their only task being to kill you in some devastating way.

“We are the guides to death, darling. Don’t take us for granted. Our evil ways can be more fomenting then that of our incubus brothers.” Chan grinned, his head leaning into the crook of your neck. With a loud sniff of your scent, his eyes shut, mystified and allured. His tongue nearly panted when you drew back against the wall, a thick coat of water across his eyes like glass, arousal.

His head tilted in the direction of the other hound, his light gesture enough to give Sejun the chance to smell you, too. The latter seemed just as pleased with your scent, his plump lips parting to thrash his tongue against your sweaty neck with a loud grunt. Your initial reaction of his wet muscle running along your artery was to wince, the only sound making its way out of your body a whimper. Almost like a whistle being blown, both hounds took sight of one another before delving towards you.

Sejun’s hand laced into the hair at the nape of your neck, his hold tight and dangerous as his canines lightly lugged against your cheek. The feeling of his hot skin nearly burned you, pressing his face against yours as though he had never felt true affection before. His sounds were airy, the loud beat of the hound’s heart in his chest running through every vein within his body, lingering the feeling into your own touch when he pressed against you. He felt like an obedient dog that just wanted emotional support, your chained hand shifting into his side to press into the divots where his abs began. The touch was somber, his gaze titling to look into your eyes but dismissing when a growl emitting from beside the gentle hound.

Chan’s eyes adamantine and bittersweet, his teeth bulged from between his lips. Nothing like the tame demeanor Sejun wore, the older hound was on the verge of ripping the man from you and taking you himself, clearly drowning in his imagination as his hand wrapped around your opposite wrist. Both limbs still restrained by the metal clamps, Sejun’s grip at Chan’s shoulder didn’t make the anger simmer, the dominating hound’s fingers bruising your skin momentarily before he was finally ripped from your body.

Both hounds seemed feral, fire igniting from their skin as they clashed. Hard cement of the cellar’s flooring beneath their bodies, the younger hound tackled the other, both growling and huffing. Each being threatened to rip into the other, Chan’s teeth barring seconds before his jaw enclosed into Sejun’s shoulder. The smaller beast couldn’t even howl in pain, the teeth removed by an unseen force and both hounds dragged to either sides of the basement. Backs slammed into the hard bricks of the home, their eyes squinted, the deep uluate from one another illuminating the silent space as Hanse submerged their skin with their own fire from a separate realm.

They sat against the walls, panting and staring at one another. Skin marked with the similar branded symbol, your eyes shut as you finally caught your breath, listening to their heavy sounds waver before they took their turns standing. They had gone out of the way of their task, Hanse’s powers undetermined and chilling, you witnessed his force occur within his own servants from a distance. He had eyes on them at all times, but it seemed he had been enjoying the ride until they began a brawl.

“He said play nicely.” Chan growled in referral to Hanse’s directions, watching Sejun’s eyes turn colder by the second.

Provoked, Sejun’s legs skidded across the floor, his body heaving in front of you as his hand grabbed at the skin of your forearm. With a harsh lift, your eyes met his, his teeth clamped and skin burning with a delicate flame.

“Se-Sejun.” you spoke softly, the color in his eyes not diminishing.

“He doesn’t like it.” Chan chuckled, standing with the same amount of pain effusing from his limbs, though his sounds were more guttural.

“Like what?” Your eyes were too scared to leave Sejun’s to get a glimpse of the other hound, a burning feeling in your gut nothing like the heat of their skin, worried.

“Getting scolded.”

A burning sensation fluttered against your chest, the weight of Sejun’s body against you billowing the oxygen in your lungs out of your body when he pressed you into the solid brick. The chains at your wrists cut into the skin, the wailing sound you released muffled by Sejun’s hand as his palm pressed against your lips.

“No screaming.” he gnarled. “You have to play nicely, too.”

You felt your body struggling for air, the cold basement ignited by the two hellhound’s bodies like pits of fire as they stared you down. Watching attentively, they knew that time was short, Hanse’s directions only told to them but becoming more palpable as your eyelids grew heavy. He was attempting to make you understand something, something that could only be seen by the touch of the beings. Bodyweight exceeded by sleepiness, Chan’s hand met your cheek, keeping your head from rocking back into the hard wall as Sejun guided you back onto the floor. Turning you on your side, the flooring eased you into a slumber, their voices crackling like the fire they alighted.

“You think he’s going to help you?” an alveolus voice echoed.

Darkness in all directions, the cemented path laid ominous, four familiar beings stood on opposite sides. Chan and Sejun’s eyes roared with their powers, anger boiling in either hound while awaiting their turn to slash at the angels.

Appeased yet vexxed the two men’s wings fluttered at their backs, the once alabaster feathers now crinkled and black. They physically held remorse for the situation, their shared side-glances shifting the energy as the same one spoke.

“You’re battling something far greater than you understand.” The angel’s bright eyes blinked blandly, twisting to meet the full gaze of his partner. “Seungsik knows Hanse well.”

The man called Seungsik took a step forward, the two hellhounds shifting backwards from the abrupt movement as their fingers stretched outwards, patient.

“He cannot replenish your soul as he promised.” Seungsik spoke lightly, gifting them a smile for comfort. The two hounds stared the good beings down with reprisal, their expressions fading when Seungsik’s shirt lifted and the branded scar was in viewing sight.

The whelped skin had transformed into his own body and completely disappeared, his eyes glowing with a new color as the two hounds nearly fell to the ground. Enmeshed, the two angels had chosen their own path long before the situation began. Misled by the demon once themselves, the cherub’s once purified irises were no longer the pearled color such like their wings. Watching as the magenta color overtook their ethereal eyes, the sharp teeth between their lips smiled wickedly.

“You two and the sex demons were the entree.” Seungwoo grinned. “Can’t have the main meal without the appetizer.”

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bearseokie · 4 years

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Gender preference: female reader; "89. you both play a game of scrabble, but every word sounds dirty." with Victon's Heo Chan please!

89. you both play a game of scrabble, but every word sounds dirty.

pairing: heochan x fem! reader genre: some smut, comedy, fluff warnings: cursing, dirty-talking words: 630 summary: Playing a game of Scrabble, you and Chan both use dirty words to test the waters.

victon m.list | navi.

The board was flat on the coffee table, you and Chan on either side to keep from seeing each other's letters. The game had recently started, the star in the middle taken by his word "peach".

His hand was at his chin, index finger between his teeth in thought. Glancing from his line of letters to the board, he peered up at you.

"I'm sorry, but this is all I've got." he chuckled, fingers leaving his face to place down the wooden pieces.

He was stifling his laugh as best as he could, the word forming slowly. To make ponder why he found it so humourous, he placed them out of order, two letters and then a third and fourth on the board.

"Fuck?" you threw your head back, a cackle leaving you. "That's what was so funny? You have three more letters, and that's what you came up with?"

"Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do." he chimed, retrieving four more pieces out of the bag to put with his remaining ones.

"Okay," you said, nodding with your bottom lip pushed out. "Okay, two can play like that."

Your eyes ran over the letters before you, mind creating words in your head until one struck your interest. Pulling them off the holder one by one, you played your round the same as he did by putting them along the board out of order. Full of spite, his brows creased, trying to come up with the word before you even put it down.

"Pain?" he asked. "Paint? Pantie? Panties?"

His eyes grew wide, head tilted up to watch your face. Sending him a light shrug, he shuffled on the pillow below him, scooting up to the table more.

"The word isn't even that many points." he laughed, the air less awkward than you imagined it would be. "But my next one will be," he said, a smug look on his face when his hand moved to put down his new word.

"Blowjob." you read out loud, his eyes sparkling with innocence.

"Nineteen points." he grinned, his body tense and fingers lost trying to find a new set of letters.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" you asked, his cocked eyebrow towards you making you release your legs from their bent position, laid out straight against his own under the table. "Because I can play your game, too."

"We're playing this," he said softly, bottom lip slipping between his teeth, reading over the words again.

You moved slightly, a new word going across one of his already put down. Fixed on what you were playing, his smug look rose to a grin. "Okay." he read, the round connected to the end of his first word. "Okay, we'll fuck and I'll get a blowjob?"

"Sure." you shrugged, his excited bounce across from you making your eyes roll.

Brushing the table slightly, he crawled around to where you sat against the sofa, his lips finding yours roughly. Hand pressed to the back of your neck to pull you closer, he groaned lowly at the feeling of your hand gliding up his thigh.

"You're in for a better game then," he said smugly, eyes glistened with lust. His other hand guided down, fingers brushing along your collarbones until his palm gripped your breast, a breath escaping you.

"So you weren't planning on the game going like this, hmm?" you lulled, his cheeks lifting into a playful smirk, lips finding your neck.

Terse nibbles against your skin, your hands ran along the sides of his abdomen, feeling the way he tensed when you let out a gasp or moan. Breath soft against your skin, he pulled back once more, a wicked expression across his face.

"Maybe it was a little planned."

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A/N: I know I said I would upload a chapter everyday but yesterday was so busy day working on your requests <3 you guys are amazing and tbh I never expected to have so many requests in a day. If you don’t know what I’m talking about you can check my 50 subs special post and request a little drabble with your favorite member in victon. Now let’s get on with the Chapter <3 Hope you enjoy it!! <3 <3

Chapter I ----------------- Masterlist --------------- Next Chapter

You were sitting on your desk just like everyday watching and checking on Seungwoo through a little screen as you chatted with your sister who was checking on Subin, one of Seungwoo’s friends, who turned out to be her godson as well. You really enjoyed watching Seungwoo’s daily life. That’s the only thing you’ve done for the past 26 years though so you had no other option rather than enjoying it. Sometimes you even fantasized about becoming a human and being part of his daily life and his amazing group of friends. Despite the love you were supposed to receive in Heaven by the other angels, you somehow felt like it wasn’t enough. When you saw the huge smile Seungwoo always had plastered on his face whenever he was surrounded by the people he loved and cared about, you couldn’t help feeling a growing envy about him and his amazing relationships with his family and friends. You wanted to know how a human felt when they were loved by someone. Even if everyone always told you their love towards you was the same a human can feel, you still knew the human love was different and you wanted to feel it. But deep inside your heart, you knew it was impossible.

“How’s the day going?” Castiel asked, placing a hand on your shoulder making you jump startled by his sudden presence. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.” He said smiling warmly at you. Castiel was that kind of angel of always protecting you and taking care of you. He has been your mentor for all these 26 years and all you knew about Heaven, angels, demons and humans were thanks to him. Despite you messing around more than once, he always made sure you wouldn’t mess things too much so your wings remained being pure white. Whenever an angel made a sin their wings feathers started to turn into dark colors until their wings were completely black for the amount of sins they made and they were kicked out of Heaven becoming Fallen angels. Some went to earth and others went to Hell depending on how serious their sins were. At least they could keep their wings even if they were completely black but for the most serious sins, you would go to the Final Judgement and God would order to burn your wings so you would never ever belong to his kingdom ever again. These kinds of stories were the ones Castiel always told you when you did something wrong so you would control yourself and do your best to keep those white wings hanging on your back.

Not only the white wings were a reason for you to do your best but the thought of having your own star once you died. When an angel died a new star was created in the sky in their memory, but only the perfect angels would get that honor. For all these years you’ve been dreaming about that star and all you did was good things so God would accept you in his kingdom and give you the star you wanted and deserved for all your hard work. Plenty of times you have confessed to Castiel you wanted to have that star and it was nothing new for him to see you all excited about the meeting you were supposed to have in a week with God to decide if you were worth enough of a star. Unfortunately, lately you’ve been feeling like you won’t be able to convince him to give you that honor. You were secretly commiting one of the biggest sins an angel could commit. You were in love with Seungwoo. Angels were never meant to fall in love and especially, Guardian Angels were never meant to fall in love with their godson. But you, for a reason you're still trying to find out, couldn’t resist the temptation and you ended up falling in love with Seungwoo. “You should start preparing yourself for next week’s meeting. It’s your first time with God.” Castiel said remembering you about the meeting. You wanted to have that star but you also wanted to have Seungwoo. You had to choose just one and you were definitely not ready for dropping one of them. Not being able to lie you just smiled at him awkwardly before he went back to his business.

Your sister, who was sitting right beside you, noticed right away there was something wrong with you. She has witnessed how excited you have been all these years for that star and despite being the middle aged sister, she was still older than you and knew you perfectly well just like your eldest sister. The three of you have always been together and you knew everything about each other so when she saw your fake and nervous smile she knew there was something wrong. “What’s wrong? I thought you were willing to meet God and have that star.” She asked you without removing her eyes from the screen where Subin was messing around with Seungwoo. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.” You answered, avoiding more questions. You perfectly knew she would never stop asking until you told her everything. Little did she know what was going on with you. After some more questioning you finally gave in making her promise to you she wouldn’t say anything. You could get yourself in a really bad and huge problem if anybody found out your little secret. She, like an older sister, accepted and promised you her lips were sealed and that she would never ever say a word about your secret. “I think I love him.” You whispered in her ear so nobody else could listen. You were embarrassed and scared of your sister’s reaction. You perfectly knew what a big sin that was and that if anyone found out you would immediately go to the Final Judgement not even being able to explain yourself. Your sister looked at you shocked and worried. She could sometimes seem to be a little bit cold but inside she cared a lot about you and tried her best for protecting you no matter what. But this time there was nothing she could do to save you. “Are you crazy?” She said after checking you weren’t pranking her. “I know…” You said looking down. “Are you sure that is love?” Your sister asked you to try to convince you of the opposite because she knew that if someone found out you were falling for Seungwoo they would burn your wings and send you to earth. “I wish it wasn’t but I cannot control it…” You said on the edge of crying. You didn’t want to be banished but you didn’t want to drop your love for Seungwoo either. You were between a rock and a hard place. “Forget about him (Y/N). We’re angels and he is a human. You cannot love him. You know what will happen if you fall for him. So stop fantasizing and do your work.” Your sister scolded you returning her eyes to the screen. You were hurt by her words but you knew she was right and that the only thing she was trying to do was protect you at all cost even if her ways were a bit tough. Now you had to decide.

Heaven or Seungwoo.

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