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Light in the Dark Part 5

Paring: Vampire Chan x Female Reader Word Count: 8.6k Genre: Romance, Supernatural Fantasy AU, Fluff, Angst Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, mentions of blood and violence, death

A new day brings with in new problems but also more comfort than you had expected. But you can't just carry on as if nothing happened and what does being a mate actually mean.

Morning light filtered through the soft sheer curtain rousing you from your sleep. You felt terrible, eyes swollen from tears and voice hoarse from crying and explaining again and again to your mother, then your father and finally to Mimi who had sworn up and down that she would march into your house and drag your grandmother to hell if she had to, to make her apologize to you and that she would come around in the morning to help you figure out what you would do next.

You stretched slowly untangling yourself from the soft monochrome bedding and sat up taking in the room again, you knew it was Chan's room it just felt like him, but if you had slept there you wondered where he had slept. You quickly stepped into the bathroom noticing a small pile of clean towels and clothes sitting neatly folded on the counter that you assumed were meant for you. Smiling faintly you started to get ready for the day hoping it would be better than the night before.

After completing a somewhat normal routine you dressed yourself in a soft black shirt and sweatpants that were only slightly too long before pulling a a very large black hoodie that smelt strongly of Chan, the scent helped you to relax slightly as you went back to the bed and sat looking at the messages that your parents had sent to you overnight telling you they would leave as soon as they had secured the last few tomes that they had been haggling with a local Witch over and then they would be straight home to sort out the mess that had happened between you and Morrigan.

Chan was already in the kitchen with Minho cooking breakfast for you and the others when Han wandered in smiling to himself causing the two of them to watch him suspiciously.

"She's not feeling raw pain this morning, shes feeling hopeful" Han grinned sitting himself down as Minho sent a mug towards him. Chan nodded slowly, relief sweeping over him, as he smiled fondly at the Pixie who now seemed quite pleased with himself. He had spent the whole night thinking about what to do about your living situation and how you would feel about each suggestion he had come up with. His musing was cut short though by a knocking at the front door.

"I'll get it" Felix called making his way towards the front door.

"Not on your own you're not" Changbin almost growled. After returning home the night before the other three guys had been appalled by the potential danger the others had just walked into while trying to protect you, even though Chan had assured them nothing would happen and Seungmin explaining how protective you had been over them even though you were the only human and at least several hundred years younger than any of them.

Felix paused waiting for Changbin to join him before he opened the door to find another human girl standing there looking anxious but also incredibly angry.

"Can I help you?" Felix chirped subtly trying to calm her.

"I'm Mimi" she stated simply "Where is she?" stepping forward to enter the house which Felix instantly allowed offering to take her coat for her. Her eyes darting to the other body in the hallway realizing it to be Changbin she held back her snarl.

"She hasn't come down yet" Changbin answered quickly "I think she's showering come down to the kitchen the others will be down soon" he gestured for her to follow Felix. Mimi almost glared at him but she really didn't have the energy to waste on him she was too focused on you to care that Changbin hadn't treated her that well since she had last been set foot in the house.

Several sets of eyes turned to watch as Felix led the unknown woman into the kitchen offering her coffee and something to eat as he tried to keep everyone happy and civil. Han's eyes widened and Hyunjin covered his chuckle with a cough as the woman who they had used to get information on you entered their kitchen looking determined and annoyed.

"Which one of you is Chan?" She asked crossing her arms and standing at the end of the table scanning over the four men that were not Changbin with a hardened look.

"I'm Chan" he smiled genuinely stepping towards Mimi to take he hand to shake.

"Hmm....." she looked Chan over before taking his hand then dropping it swiftly "You better have been good to her, I don't care if you're an Oddinary I will tear you to pieces if you've hurt her" She finished sharply eyes narrowing.

"Would you stop threatening everyone Mimi" You sighed walking into the kitchen with Jeongin and Seungmin in tow, you had found them on the second floor landing and they had directed you to the kitchen. Mimi smiled brightly at you opening her arms as you buried yourself in her hug.

"I didn't threaten everyone" She started to defend herself as she tightly squeezed you.

"I know but you would have if I hadn't walked in" you mumbled into her shoulder "I know what you are like"

"Yeah well, you would threaten everyone too if your best friend rang you in the middle of the night crying so hard she could barely speak and telling you not to worry that you are staying at some random dude's house because your grandmother was a mega bitch" Mimi ranted softly stroking your hair and holding you tight.

"Have you met Chan? He isn't a random dude he's Chan and you have met Changbin before" you murmured as Mimi pulled you away from her and held you at arms length to inspect you.

"Yeah, yeah don't be a smartarse. You said he's your mate which I'm sure means something desperately important but still I worry ok?" She seemed to be looking you over for some sort of mark that would appear on you somewhere. Grabbing your wrists she turned them over to inspect them "I thought you would be bruised black and blue from her dragging you?"

"I don't want to talk about Morrigan and Minho is a Warlock healing magic will prevent bruises" you explained softly causing Mimi to nod silently at you "and I know what your looking for I don't have any bite marks" your voice remained neutral but still caused some of the boys to snort with how casually you called your friend out.

"I didn't say a fucking thing did I? Oath, you suddenly became some kind of bad bitch overnight? now sit, sweetheart you need to eat you look awful" she pulled you to sit in an empty seat away from Changbin and towards Jeongin

"Thanks, I love you too" you rolled your eyes plopping into the empty seat.

"Would you like something to eat as well Miss Mimi?" Jeongin asked politely his eyes were friendly and voice sweet. "It is early have you had breakfast?"

"That would be lovely if there is enough if not just some coffee would be nice"

"Coffee coming right up and breakfast will not be long" Minho smiled still wary of the newcomer that seemed easy to anger.

"Thank you for you know" You whispered to Mimi.

"I will hold my tongue for you today only, since you are my best friend and I would do anything for you" Mimi whispered back bumping her shoulder on yours.

You knew that at least some of them knew she had been there before and that she had been a guest of Changbin but the fact that she would put her own feelings aside for you went a long way with the others and as your eyes flicked to Changbin made him visibly relax. You could feel Chan's eyes on you as Minho floated the plates of food over to the table for everyone to start eating.

"So what are you going to do?" Mimi asked after half a cup of coffee watching you slowly eat the toast on your plate.

"I have no idea, I didn't exactly plan to become disowned overnight" you replied dryly tears forming in your eyes again. Standing quickly and yanking you up, Mimi pulled you into her arms again shushing you softly and stroking your hair.

"You can always stay here" Jeongin squeaked "It would be fun to have you here with us"

"Thank you but I can't impose like that on any of you, you have been too kind to me already" you sniffed smiling as best you could at him.

"But Chan is your mate, so we're family to you now, it's not imposing because you will end up here all the time anyway" Han added knowing that both you and Chan were going to struggle the longer you spent apart in this new phase of emotional upheaval.

"Hey back off!" Mimi scolded protectively "she's struggling enough right now.'

"Mimi, it's alright, Han is a Pixie he can feel exactly what I'm feeling. He is only wanting to help me out of a stupidly complicated situation" You soothed once again surprising them all by putting yourself between a potential threat and them.

"Sorry" Mimi mumbled side eyeing them all.

"Besides it is only for a week my parents are home after that they have started the trip home after I called them. I can hopefully go home after that "

"Do you want me to go to your house and get some of your stuff to start with? You don't need to make any decisions right now it is still early in the day" Mimi offered gently feeling you begin to calm again "You definitely need cuter outfits than this if you are going to be staying with me, or even here for that matter. Whose clothes are these anyway?"

"Hoodie is Chan's" you smiled softly I don't know where the shirt or pants came from though" Mimi rolled her eyes so hard she was almost looking at the back of her head.

"I swear I have never been this nauseating over a hot guy before" she teased faking the need to be sick.

"Don't make me remind you about the conversation we had after you showed up to my work early one Saturday morning in the not too distant past in the clothes from the night before" You replied sardonically making Mimi blush faintly and the guys to all chuckle.

Mimi left after an hour and drove herself to your house to get you some clothes and belongings that you would need, assuring you that she would call you if she needed any help and that she didn't think she would be in any danger because like you she was human.

You watched her drive away from the safety of the front window after she insisted you not leave the house until everyone was sure that it was safe for you. Even if that meant she would stay at Chan's home with you she didn't trust Morrigan in the slightest.

"I'm sorry for causing chaos in your lives" you sighed turning back to Chan and the others in the room.

"Don't worry about it we are creatures of chaos after all so what is a little bit more" Hyunjin shrugged picking up the book he had left the other night and leaving again. You watched his figure disappear into the hallway before turning back to Chan who looked like he was trying to do his best to not hover over you.

"Am I allowed to ask for a hug?" You whispered causing him to grin as he was across the room placing his arms around you almost faster than you could blink.

"You can ask for anything in the world" he mumbled softly into your hair squeezing you lightly as you yawned softly in his warm embrace.

Hours later you leisurely awoke feeling almost happy, the sadness that had been aching in your chest since the night before had been lifted, unsure of why you shifted softly hearing an almost silent groan at your movements. Opening your eyes you realized you were still in the parlor, and more so still in Chan's arms the second time in two days you had awoken in this position.

"I'm sorry" You squeaked hurriedly attempting to push yourself out of his arms.

"No don't move" Felix whisper shouted at you as you whipped your head to the side to see him sitting calmly in one of the arm chairs across from you, Minho standing at the bookcase behind him and Han staring at you with wide eyes.

"Huh?" you hummed quirking your eyebrow questioningly

"Chan's asleep, he never sleeps, like seriously never so this is amazing" Han blinked owlishly at you his joy and surprise evident on his sweet face.

"We took loads of pictures" Jeongin called quietly from the hall specifically for the purpose of you hearing him clearly.

"Oh great" you muttered softly fishing your phone from the front pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. You checked your messages to see that there was nothing from either your parents or Mimi but there were several messages from the stores customers regarding your sudden closure. Humming softly you began typing replies eluding to a family crisis but that you would be open come Monday and you were sorry for their inconvenience.

You played on your phone silently letting Chan rest for another hour until Mimi returned to the house lugging rolling suitcases and boxes of your stuff Changbin and Seungmin were quick to help take everything inside and begin carting it up the stairs to Chan's room. Chan had awoken instantly at the sound of Mimi's voice at the front door, his arms tightening protectively around you.

"Hi there" you whispered to him stroking his long fingers to reassure him.

"How long was I out?" he asked soothingly

"Since Mimi left I think but I'm not sure I woke up a while ago but I didn't want to wake you, they said you don't sleep" you continued stroking his hand as you explained. He carefully lifted you off of his lap and stood behind you to lead you to the kitchen to make you something to eat because it was surely time to feed you again.

"Strictly speaking Vampires don't need sleep it's not anything functional to us like it is humans but we can sleep if we want to I just never really want to"

"Is it a boredom thing then?" You asked as he continued moving you towards the kitchen his hands resting on you hips.

"I don't think so. I just never feel relaxed enough I guess. Some Vampires will sleep for a century if they feel like it I just don't" Chan shrugged behind you as he let go of you to go into the kitchen to make something.

"You know I can fend for myself Chan" you chuckled watching him pause at the cupboard figuring out what to make.

"He knows" smirked Hyunjin and he and Felix entered the kitchen carrying bags of food followed by Mimi "But he needs to help at all times or he might die" Chan rolled his eyes and you tried not to grin as you watched Mimi put two large boxes down on the table.

"Is that my grandmothers herb store?" You blurted out as she opened the top box.

"Yes it is because fuck her" Mimi smiled "You said that one of them is a Warlock I though he could use it and like I said fuck her" she was gesturing around the room and towards the ceiling to include the others.

"Minho he is the Warlock" You automatically replied frowning slightly at the boxes.

"Yeah I thought Minho could use them" she chirped pleased with herself "Also I took all the food out of your house which is what that all is" she waved her hand towards the bags of food the Felix was currently putting away in their pantry.

"Hold up this is stolen food" Felix yelped almost dropping a tin of biscuits.

"Not stolen per say" Mimi smiled sweetly causing you to sigh softly as her pettiness.

You spent the rest of the day learning more about the others and trying to figure out what you would do, in all honestly you weren't sure if you wanted to stay with Mimi her life was so different to yours from day to day. On the other hand you didn't want to overstay your welcome with the guys, even though they swore up and down that you were not and that they were all very happy to have you there. Leaving Chan was also an interesting and weird set of emotions for you, since the realization of the bond that you shared you had not actually been away from for any real sense of time, but you also were beginning to dread it in case it was unbearable or painful, although you knew that you had to have a normal life and go back to work and eventually your home. Thought continued to swirl in you and albeit not panicked you were, to everyone else, obviously confused and unsure. Watching you Mimi grasped that maybe for the short term at least you should stay with the boys she said her goodbyes and left you with them telling you to behave and keep safe.

"I have to go back to work tomorrow" you announced into the quietness of the house already coming to understand that they could all hear virtually any voices from anywhere in the house as long as they were not closed away in their respective bedrooms.

"Is that safe?" Changbin called back softly making his way to Chan's library where you were currently sitting with Felix and Chan. You giggled softly hearing his concerned voice floating through the open door.

"Should it be dangerous?" you asked cheekily

"He's got a point" Seungmin grinned following Changbin and Jeongin into the room. You frowned lightly getting their meaning but not wanting to admit that they viewed your grandmother as such a threat, she may have hurt you but you still loved her and deep down you believed she would never really hurt you.

"She would never actually hurt me" you continued to frown as they looked at each other trying to figure out a silent plan.

"She might though, she already did hurt you" Jeongin hushed softly "we just want you to be safe" Your eyes darted to the cute little demon he eyes wide hoping you would understand him.

"I know Innie, but she only hurt me with her words" you sighed looking down at your hands "She would never physically harm me"

"Minho had to heal your wrist remember" Seungmin muttered still angry about Morrigan's hatefulness towards him and his brothers that then included you when you tried to defend them. You watched his warm eyes turned cold as he seemed to be remembering something so without thinking you reached your hand out to him.

"I know Seungminnie, but you were there so it was only minor there was no real damage" you comforted him as he took your smaller hand in his and you began rubbing your thumb over his knuckles "I know you kept me safe and I'm still so sorry she was awful to you, none of you deserve that kind of treatment"

Chan could not mask the joy on his face as he watched you comfort his two youngest brothers. You had been in their lives for only the blink of an eye but you were already treating them with more kindness that some of them had received from humans in a decade.

"How is it that you are so nice?" Chagbin questioned watching you the same way Chan was "You were obviously in that house with someone who hates us but your kind, how?"

"Because hating someone for something they cannot control is wrong" you answered honestly and easily cocking you head at him "My grandmother never hated all Oddinaries just the ones she deemed evil, like if I had met Felix or Han and they came to my home she would have liked them same would go for Minho, she was just selective with her hate"

Changbin huffed out a small laugh as you blinked at him, he could see now what was so appealing to Chan about you, before the fact you were his mate came to light, you were honest, kind and pretty bold to just decide right and wrong so easily even though it would cause you.

"Am I going to have a babysitter at work then" your eyes sparkled mischievously as you looked to Chan raising an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you will be the death of me" Chan smirked watching you grin lopsidedly again letting go of Seungmin's hand now that his eyes were no longer dark with anger.

The days passed with out incident, one of the guys would accompany you to work and stay with you all day then make sure you got back to the townhouse safely, Mimi would arrive for dinner after work every night to check in with you and you got updates from your parents that they would be home by the weekend and that it would all be worked out. Staying with Chan had been an easy decision to make after everyone agreed that it would be safer for you to stay in a house full of Oddinaries rather than with Mimi since Chan would just watch her house instead of being at own anyway. You were beginning to see how stubborn a creature he could be but also how protective he was becoming of everyone that you were close to which further endeared him to you. Eventually though you sought out Minho to discuss what exactly was going to be expected of you as a mate since the longer you had to think about it the longer you realized that living in such a highly emotional state for the past week was not the best way to make any sort of long term decisions. You had also begun to realize that anytime you thought of Chan too deeply or began thinking about how much he was beginning to mean to you a sudden almost overpowering sense of dread would hit you like a blow to the chest, it was all incredibly strange. Knocking softly on Minho's study door you waited for him to allow you entry before presuming he would be able or willing to help.

"It's open" he called softly which you assumed was for your hearing benefit

"Can I talk to you for a little while? alone?" You asked equally softly so as to not panic anyone else in the house.

"Of course, if you shut the door it will be sound proof so no one will hear" Minho seemed to be watching you carefully as you shut the door behind you and walked to the armchair that sat by his desk.

"I wanted to know more about being a 'mate' to Chan like what it actually means and entails" You continued timidly hoping he wouldn't turn you away, the idea of having to have this conversation with Chan was embarrassing to say the least.

"Alright and you thought I could help better than Chan?" He probed gently not grasping your embarrassment.

"You are objective and it's less humiliating to talk to someone objective also you seem to know more about everything" you rationalized watching the reason click in his eyes as he nodded trying to hide his chuckle.

"Well I do know a lot that is true" he started smirking at you "mate parings are not something to take lightly, it can be detrimental to the health of either party to reject the other party which is why we were all so relieved that you seemed to embrace the idea so quickly, but I'm sensing now that perhaps you haven't fully taken to it" he eyes were still warm despite the slight strictness of his tone.

"I don't know to begin with I knew it was true but now I feel like I've been kicked in the chest when I think about it, and yes Chan has made me feel safe and he has been so kind and gentle to me but, everything is new and strange and I feel like this is more of a serious situation than someone who just went through emotional hell should be worrying about" you started to fidget not wanting to seem ungrateful or upset Minho but it was weighing on you and you needed some answers about it. You could feel his eyes still on you as you looked looked out of his window and not at him directly.

"You are right it is a lot in a short time" his voice softer than before and his eyes sad as you quickly made eye contact with him before returning your eyes to the window. "The process of being a mate is probably most basically explained as the same as falling in love I guess, you would meet then get to know each other and at some point become a couple probably marry and then spend your lives together. The only difference the a mating has is that Chan will eventually mark you in a way that shows other Oddinaries that you are his and you are not too be pursued, mates are also stronger together than they are apart your blood will make that doubly potent in Chan's case."

"So I am expected to be his wife?" Your eyes widened as you took in the information anxiety and dread starting to fill you instantly.

"No, nothing is expected of you" Minho reassured rapidly putting his hand on your knee to settle your nerves slightly "That is the basic pattern of a mate but it doesn't have to be that way, yes most mates are in a relationship that is like a marriage but no one, especially Chan, would ever force that on you" You could here his voice but it was muffled by the blood rushing to your ears as you got to the conclusion that all of this should have been obvious to you from the start. A loud bang hit the door followed by Minho cursing and letting Chan, Felix and Han into the room but you couldn't really comprehend it since you were too lost in your own head.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chan snarled at Minho watching in horror as a single tear ran down your face and dropped onto your shirt "Why is she crying?"

"She had some questions that she thought I could answer and I did but it's not gone well" Minho rushed his explanation as he rubbed his temples "I should have just given her a book to read about it then she might not have overloaded her mind"

"I'm fine" you croaked blinking the remaining tears from your eyes and wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Minho thank you" you smiled weakly walking out of the room before Chan or the others could touch you, wanting to sort the emotions out on your own you walked down the stairs and without thinking you grabbed your bag and walked straight out onto the front steps where you stood to collect your thoughts.

"It isn't just me is it Lix, her emotions are being influenced" Han asked looking to the Fae for confirmation.

"No Hannie it isn't you something, but more likely someone, is messing with her head" Felix almost growled following you down the stairs

"Morrigan" Minho spat several steps behind Felix and Chan

"Fucking hell how do we fix that" Han called stopping at Hyunjin's door to get him to help with whatever or whoever was causing you problems.

You could hear the commotion in the house behind you as you left, some raised voices, slamming doors and curses that you couldn't fully hear. It was causing you to feel suffocated so without giving your brain a chance to catch up you ran. Three blocks later you began to think that perhaps you needed to start going to the gym because your endurance was terrible so you slowed to a walk going down streets you didn't know yet past houses that were familiar but pretty to look at you found yourself naturally walking in the direction of your home. This must have been the way you walked with Chan when he walked you home before it all went wrong, it felt like it was a lifetime ago but at the same time as it was only yesterday. You knew that it was unlikely that you would get the whole way home without one of the others interceding, but something inside you was making you want to try.

You could feel Chan behind you not too close but watching as you made your way down the streets and you were sure he wasn't alone, but no one made any attempt to approach you directly even when eventually stood outside your own front door staring at it like it was both the loveliest sight you had seen and the most horrifying. Breathing in deeply you placed your hand on the door knob, keys in your fingers as you prepared to let yourself in like you had a million times before but this time unsure if you should.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chan's voice passed over you like warm honey as he finally approached you.

"Yes but also no" you sighed turning your head to see him leaning on the railing of your front steps watching you carefully "I'm not sure where to start and I don't want to hurt anyone"

"You won't hurt me by talking about how you feel" he chimed in head tilting to the side.

"I don't know what I feel, not really, the same as I don't know you" you tried to keep your face from showing the extent of your lack in confidence showing through even though you knew he could see it "I don't know what you want from me, how you feel about me, what I should feel about you. It's a lot on top of everything else I don't know what to do, I'm sorry I'm just scared" tears were in your lashes again and you cursed the fact that you seemed to spend almost as much time crying as you did being conscience these days.

"You don't have to feel anything specific, we can be friends and if you decide you want something else we can be that too" Chan sighed this time not looking sad but looking slightly forlorn at the sudden awareness that he may have taken advantage of your fragile state "I would like a chance to get to know you if that is ok with you, like the others have" the last words looked as though they left a bitter taste in his mouth and you once again felt guilty.

"What if you don't like me?" you whispered almost inaudibly knowing full well he would hear it clear as day.

"How could I not when you spend so much time caring about my brothers, putting yourself in potential danger to protect them, it shows you are very much someone I would like to know and that doesn't happen often" The sweet honesty in his voice making you feel instantly more comfortable about your thoughts. "I would never push you for anything more than you are comfortable with but I would love the chance to prove that I could be a good friend to you" listening carefully to his words you knew you owed him at least that much for all he and his family had done for you but you needed to do something for yourself first.

"I would very much like to know you better Chan, but first there is something I need to do and I think it would be best I do it alone" Your eyes met his holding his gaze until he nodded understanding what you needed to do.

"I'll wait here in case you need me then" he smiled easily but you could see that it didn't reach his eyes. You also couldn't see that on the rooftop two houses up from you sat Minho, Seungmin and Felix, or that standing half a block down from you was Hyunjin and Jeongin all waiting on Chan's signal of what to do next.

You turned back to the door unlocking it easily and stepping inside noticing how dark it was compared to normal, all the curtains and blinds drawn to keep out the sunlight. Closing it behind you, you ventured further into the house looking in each room you passed until you made it to your grandmother's room. You knocked cautiously to make her aware of your presence but you heard nothing on the other side of the door, which troubled you more than you wanted to admit.

"Grandma?" you called lightly opening the door slightly but still getting no response, you closed it again and decided to check the second floor. Your room looked like a bit of a mess, Mimi must have found it hard to decide what she wanted to get for you to wear, or what you were going to need, but otherwise it seemed untouched by anyone else. Assuming that your grandmother mustn't be home you made you way back to the front porch and found Chan standing exactly where you had left him except instead of looking at the door he was watching something vary intently at the end of the street. Following his line of sight you saw your grandmother at the end of the street watching him just as intensely and began walking towards determined to at least speak with her.

"Grandma, can we talk? please I will send Chan away" you gushed as soon as you were within hearing distance almost bursting into tears as you saw her guarded expression and wary eyes. The seconds felt like hours as you stared at each other tears ready to spill down your face at her rejection after the pain of last time you knew deep down that if she rejected you again there was nothing more you could do so you just hoped madly as you studied her face.

"Send him away child and we shall speak" she finally sighed. You turned back to Chan, who had no doubt heard every words said, he nodded to you stepping away from your house and walking the opposite way down the street from you. Once she was satisfied your grandmother stepped closer to you linking her arm with yours like she had hundreds of other times and began walking you back to the house in silence. Once inside the safety of the family home you could sense the change in her she seemed much more relaxed and willing to see you although still more guarded than you would have liked. "You wished to speak my child, then we shall speak" she uttered softly sitting herself in her armchair by the fire.

"Do you really hate me Grandma?" you whispered scuffing your foot on the rug in the loungeroom floor too nervous of her answer to look her in the face.

"No my child, I could never truly hate you it is though you are of my blood I will love you no matter what you do" she almost smiled as you felt relief wash over you.

"Then you are angry at me?" you blinked at her.

"Disappointed my child, you took a precious gift and sullied it in the name of evil"

"I asked a warlock to look into my necklace, no one knew that what I discovered was going to happen not me, not Minho and certainly not Chan" you explained trying to keep yourself as calm as possible "Minho altered it after I asked him to because when I took it off to show him it the whole world changed around me and it was brighter, louder, more real than I had ever seen before. I'm sorry that I ruined it I didn't mean to" you watched her again waiting to see if she would get upset again.

"Has the change remained?" she asked plainly "Do you feel it still now even though he is not here?"

"Yes, if I took my necklace off again it would be bright again but I have kept it on while I tried to figure out what to do" you voice had gotten smaller and smaller as you continued but it didn't seem to matter.

"I have never told you why I loathed the evils of this world, why I spent my existence helping protect humans from their grasp and protecting your family along the way. Before my oath to your fore bare was made I was no different to them, I was a human healer, a member of the cunning folk, who happened to anger a very powerful man who's abomination in turn took his anger out on the ones I loved" Your grandmother beckoned you closer to her taking your hand in hers she began to squeeze it reassuringly before speaking again "I was married once, long before time and records were made, we were happy and young and in love. In time I had a daughter who was a beauty among our village girls and as word spread throughout the kingdom we lived in so did interest in her. On day a lord came to our home seeking to court her, pledging marriage and a life of wealth, she already had a love that was as pure as the fresh snow with the baker's lad but this lord would not take no for our answer. He came constantly to bother my husband and eventually after my daughter told him she would rather become a pious woman than marry him he left us alone, for a while at least. The following summer season he returned, he had paid an evil creature for his services to steal my daughter away, and steal her it did, coming in the night it broke down our door and in its haste to take her away killed her father before her eyes. I had been away helping deliver a babe and returned to our home ransacked, door broken down, furniture overturned and my beloved and precious husband dead in a pool of blood"

Your eyes had filled with tears listening to your grandmother's tale, her eyes had became blank but tears steadily tracked their way down her wrinkled cheeks and dripped into her lap as she held your hand ever tighter in an effort to anchor herself. You could see that the pain was as fresh now as it had always been and instantly understood where her fear, and probably loathing, of Chan and his brothers had come from.

"The monster had taken her to his master, but it had not gone to his masters wishes, the monster decided to keep my daughter for himself. The village collected as many able men to bring my daughter home and they searched for many weeks to find her, eventually the creatures lair was located but all that remain were ashes and the corpse of my most cherished daughter drained of all blood and covered in vicious wounds. When she was returned to me I vowed revenge on the monster that had taken my family and the lord who had made it so. I scoured the land looking for a way to make myself stronger more powerful and eventually came across the woman who had become the Morrigan before I. She was more powerful a witch than I could have imagined and once she had bound her soul to mine she faded to dust and ashes at my feet leaving me with her power, her life's work. I did not squander that chance I took my revenge swiftly taking the life of the lord that had begun my nightmare with his wretched plans and the monster that had carried then out in his foul name. Once their deaths had sated my will for vengeance I became a Soothsayer for the generations to follow until I came to your bloodline, until I came to be here with you"

You sat totally still in shock as both of your tears continued to fall, she had essentially sold her soul to to the devil for revenge and then spent the rest of her life seeking redemption for it. That is why she was so deathly protective of you, that is why she always made such a fuss about you never dating seriously and always encouraging you to work harder to keep you to busy to even want to date, she wanted you not to be taken from her.

"I'm sorry Grandma, I'm so sorry that happened" you sniffled wiping your eyes on your sleeve watching her wipe away her own tears.

"I protected you for your whole life only to lose you to a monster my dearest one" She patted your face wiping a stray tear from your lashes.

"You haven't lost me Grandma I'm right here" you almost sobbed "Chan and I are linked but I don't know him truly yet, we only met the night I had my necklace looked at and I only dreamt of him the night I had that tea"

"I have been too harsh to you my sweet child, I let the fears of a woman who has lived too many years cloud the love I should always have had for you. Please forgive me child" He voice sounded so old to you now so weak.

"Of course I forgive you" you almost shouted getting up from the floor in front of her to hug her as tightly as you dared.

"If he truly is your mate you should pursue the boy, I shall not stand in your way, the love between mates is a rare and pure thing to be cherished and celebrated but you will not full understand that until you are free from my magic" she whispered into your shoulder pushing you away slightly she clasped her hands around your pendant pulling it free from you "The pendant will cloud your mind, it was something I put there on purpose just in case you were influenced by someone"

You gasped feeling everything become more intense again the colors, smells and feelings. You could feel the fabric of your grandmothers clothes better, see the intricate pattern engraved on her hair comb clearer than ever before, feel the heat of the fire on your skin better. But probably the most surprising was that you could also feel Chan he seemed to have not left as you had assumed instead he had perched himself somewhere above you possibly on the roof which seemed almost too cliché for you not to smile at.

"Is he nearby?" Your grandmother asked softly noticing your smile

"Yes he is outside I can feel him" you replied easily

"Ask him inside then I should apologize to him too, and put the kettle on too my dear we will need a healing tea" she instructed slowly getting up to make her way to the kitchen as you rushed ahead of her to the kitchen then to the front door. Opening it you knew you would find Chan but you didn't expect him to no longer be alone.

"What the fuck" you muttered seeing all eight of them standing around or sitting on the porch and Mimi leaning on her car holding a bat while talking to Changbin. Chan instantly stepped forward cupping your face with his large hand when he saw your red rimmed eyes his thumb gently brushing the last moisture from your lashes causing warmth to burn across the skin he touched. You then heard Mimi gasp.

"Have you been crying!" she squeaked her attention suddenly on you as she lifted the bat menacingly much to the humor of the others. "Did she hurt you?"

"No they are happy tears Mimi" you smiled at her as she lowered the bat again eyeing you skeptically.

"How many more than the boy are there child?" your grandmother called from the kitchen you could hear her clinking cups around

"Nine in total Grandma, come in she wants to speak to you" you breathed stepping aside to let them all in getting smiles and small pets from each one as they passed.

"Come into the kitchen do not loiter in the hallway, I've been assured you have manners" your grandmothers voice rang out sharply as you instantly rolled your eyes causing Mimi to laugh at the strange normalcy of it.

"Yes they have manners Grandma, and the night is also dark and full of terrors too" you called back leading them into the kitchen.

"Mimi, child was it you who raided my stores?" your grandmother gently scolded red rimmed eyes sparkling causing Mimi to at least look slightly ashamed as she nodded "Are they in a safe place where they will be well used?"

"Yes and yes I think so" Mimi started to explain chagrinned

"I can return them to you Lady Morrigan" Minho interrupted bowing his head as your grandmother regarded him silently before handing him a cup of tea.

"You may keep them young Warlock see them as an apology gift for my bitterness when we last met" your grandmothers words were soft but final as she finished regarding him and turned towards Chan. You kept handing cups of tea to the others and placed a large plate of teacakes on the table which Felix, and Han, immediately began to nibble on smiling at you sweetly.

"I wish to offer my amends to you, all of you, for my cruel words and harshness when you were last in our home. I only wanted to protect my dearest one but instead caused her to suffer, you did not harm her you protected her so I only ask you to allow me to atone for my misdeed" Her words were meant for all of them but her eyes were on Chan as he appeared to consider her words.

"Of course they will Grandma" you chirped instantly putting your arms around her to squeeze her lightly.

"I have not finished child, I must offer words of atonement to the little Cambion and Siren that you were so certain needed protection from me and the Fae child who wanted nothing more than to stop your pain" her admonish to you was gentle and firm as she patted your arm, causing you to sigh softly and move around the table to where Seungmin and Jeongin were standing looking startled and Felix was remained munching on cake.

"Grandma this is Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin" you smiled as you petted Innie's hair softly making him grin at you.

"I see you have become quite attached, child" she nodded softly before bowing her head to them. "I am ashamed of my misdeeds to you all and I will atone for them young ones" her voice rang with finality as she finally bowed her head in apology to them which they accepted awkwardly.

After the cakes had been eaten and the tea drunk your grandmother bid you to go back with Chan as she retired for the night so that you may have more time with the friends you had brought before her. You pressed her that you should stay with her but she had insisted in her normal stern way and you found yourself following Chan from the house into the night air after hugging Mimi goodbye and swearing to keep her in the loop, you wandered back towards their home.

You walked silently listening to them mostly making small talk about the sheer strangeness of getting an apology from such a powerful creature, or how good the tea cakes were.

"She told me what happened, when she was still human, I mean" you said as the group of you all entered the townhouse "I understand her fear now"

"What do you mean by still human?" Minho asked unsure he had heard you right.

"Before she was Morrigan she was human her family was killed by some kind of Oddinary, so she tried to find a way to get justice, or well vengeance, and eventually she found the previous Morrigan who bound her soul to my grandmothers then died. Grandma became the next Morrigan, I don't know how many there were before her but that is how she became an Oddinary" you explained as briefly as you could so that you didn't need to launch into the whole saga that she had told you.

"Well that explains her power then, she may have been hundreds of women before your grandmother" Chan nodded pondering what you just said as he seemingly unconsciously brushed his fingers across the back of your neck causing you to shiver slightly under his gentle caress.

"Where is your necklace?" Hyunjin interrupted noticing that the chain that usually hung around your neck was missing.

"She took it, she said I would be understand things better without her magic affecting me" you blinked "It does feel strange not wearing it everything is a bit intense without it" Chan quickly lowered his hand to yours and squeezed it. "There was something in her spell that was supposed to prevent me being influenced by others" you shrugged noting the thrill that ran through Chan at your words.

"That would make sense she seems to have thought about every scenario under the sun in the hundreds of years she has been with your family" Minho mused before excusing himself to his study.

"Well I'm still hungry, food anyone?" Changbin grinned as he made his way towards the kitchen stairs with almost all of the others in tow. Only Seungmin remained with you and Chan and he departed after a small pat to your head before venturing to his room.

"Can we talk again?" you turned towards Chan hopeful he would consent to you taking up even more of his time.

"Absolutely" he smiled genuinely at you leading you towards the stairs to the upper floors and all the way to his room that you had taken over during the previous few days.

"What did you want to talk about?" he gestured for you to sit on the bed while he knelt before you carefully taking your other hand in his.

"I'm sorry about my freak out earlier" you whispered looking down at your joined hands "Now I'm not wearing the necklace my head is much clearer"

"You don't ever need to apologize for what you feel, not to me, not ever but I'm glad you feel different now" He insisted emphatically but gently. Smiling at him you felt your heart swell at the way he looked at you so seriously while still holding your hands as though you were made of glass

"I want to try. this. with you" you explained "If you want that too" Chan's face lit up as his face broke out into the brightest grin you had ever seen, his eyes sparkling brilliantly even in the dimmed bedroom light.

"I want that too" he murmured as you unconsciously lent forward towards him gingerly pulling him forward with you joined hands and placing your lips on his. It was a soft and chaste kiss but it was still on your terms which made you feel much braver, letting go of Chan's hands you raised one towards his face your fingers slowly grazing his cheekbone then jaw before cupping his face, watching as his eyes closed and a blissful sounding sigh left him. You lent back in and kissed him again this time with much more confidence you lips moving smoothly over his as he slid one of his hands around you waist pulling you from the bed and switching your positions so that you were straddling his lap. You almost moaned at the contact of his chest against yours and your hips pushed flush against his as Chan's other hand slipped into your hair holding you closer.

"Babygirl" Chan breathed against your lips sending shivers down your spine "You don't have to push yourself, we can go as slow as you want" His sweet honey voice washed over you as he pulled himself back from your lips.

"Sorry" you mumbled embarrassment flaring in your chest as you moved to get off of him but he held you in place both his hands now on your hips

"No, no, don't be sorry Babygirl. I just don't want to make you feel rushed I can wait forever after all" He smiled cheekily the choice of words an obvious attempt to lighten the mood again.

"Chan, what happens now?" you asked looking into his eyes watching them soften and almost glow.

"Forever happens now" Chan whispered cupping your cheek before pulling you in to kiss you again.

a/n: Thank you for spending you time reading something I wrote it means the world to me. Any comments or reglogs are deeply appreciated.

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The night grows shorter and you’re still two hours away from the first stop. The first hour is a slow incline, but then it begins to rise until you’re nearly lunging one foot in front of the other to cover more ground as your thighs work to push your weight uphill. Being one of two humans, you already feel like a burden, and you don’t want your stamina to get in the way too. You were active, but never a gym rat, and though you can keep up in short spurts with the others, this trek gives you no sympathy for your mortal feelings.

Jisung is a lot fitter than you, well, the body he’s chosen for this lifetime is; but you can still hear his breathing every once in a while, as he huffs with the pull of his body.

It’s not until your breathing becomes audible, however, that Chan’s focus is distracted from the forest that surrounds you. His hand comes around the small of your back as you two slow down while the others keep up a few paces ahead.

Chan doesn’t want the group separated too far, so he squats down to the ground, “Hop on.” he says, looking over his shoulder.

You’re apprehensive, “I can go a little longer.”

“It wasn’t a question, little witch.” He says, waiting expectantly, “Hop on.”

There was no time to make a scene, so despite wanting to puff your chest out at the tone he was taking up with you, you understand his reasoning and seriousness in this moment. You place your legs on both sides of his body, your arm coming around the front of his neck as he hoists you up onto his back as if you were as weightless as a down feather. You have to shift yourself, your budding tummy is pressing a little uncomfortably against his back, but he gives you another helpful bounce that rights you again perfectly, and you lay your chin on his shoulder as you watch the others walking ahead.

“Hyunjin, trade me.” Chan says, crossing paths with Hyunjin so he can cover the back. Hyunjin slowly drifts to the back, and you watch as he looks up to the skies.

Felix notices his brother’s slight discomfort, because he shares the same sentiment; so, he speaks up, “Dawn will be here soon, Santiago, do you have alternative plans for if we don’t make it by sunrise?”

The tall archdemon leads you up to an area that’s more leveled out now, but you were so deeply entangled in the thicket of trees, and the skies are still so dark, that you can’t make out how far you’ve gone above sea level at this point. He breathes a small chuckle, and the sound rings familiarity in your bones, making your nestle your nose and face into the crook of Chan’s neck to escape the memories that tumbled through your mind. It was the kind of chuckle he gave you when he was entertained by your curiosity and sure of his own reassurance. You knew you would make it to the first destination before sunrise.

Santiago supplies a confident reply, his smile can be heard in his words, “We will make it by Dawn.”

You interject, hoping to lighten the mood; And maybe remind Felix you still exist, since he’s completely ignoring you and has been the whole night. “When’s the last time you’ve been to Abysmora, Santiago?”

“Oh, this way? I think it was…40 or so years ago,” he says, “I usually go through Hell, it is much quicker, and safer.”

“Then why didn’t we just go through Hell?”

“Did you hear what you just said?” Jisung retorts, looking back at you in disbelief.

A howl pierces through the air. It's no regular howl, however, it has a supersonic high pitched tone to it that rattles against your eardrums, making you wince. Santiago stops, his arms spread out to stop everyone from moving any further and Jisung steps up beside him, looking around. “That was the wolf.”

“It’s dead.” Santiago mutters under his breath. He always expected the worst, but something powerful enough to destroy their spectral familiar so early on still came as a shock to him. “About a mile east.”

Chan lowers you to the ground, his sense peeled to every surrounding stimulus within his capable radius. Sounds he had trained himself to ignore, like tree branches brushing against each other, the chirping of grasshoppers and the scurries of wildlife, he allows it all to flood him.

“It’s a demon.” Hyunjin says assuredly, starting in the direction of the threat.

“Wait a second Hyunjin.” Chan grips his brother’s arm, taking a few steps forward as a foul smell fills his nose. “It’s not a regular demon, it smells like rotting flesh.”

“That’s a demon with no vessel.” Jisung's words tremble, revealing the weight of the dark truth. It was mere hours ago when he explained it to you in the cozy confines of the coffeeshop, and now, here you stand on the brink of a fateful encounter, potentially your first. Stray demons lurk amidst the towering mountains, lurking until an unsuspecting wanderer ventures too far, only to descend upon the town as a vessel, possessed by a malevolent soul that clawed its way inside.

Suddenly, a screech rends the air, akin to the haunting cry of a pterodactyl. A whirlwind of inky black smoke engulfs you, obscuring your surroundings. Desperately, you shield your face with your arms, the acrid odor invading your nostrils, and the sensation of unseen claws scraping across your vulnerable flesh. Fearful of what lurks within, you hesitate to open your eyes, dreading the possibility of them being gouged out by the unseen terror that envelopes you.

An involuntary, primal scream erupts from the depths of your being, resonating far louder than you could have ever anticipated. The violent onslaught of the wind tunnel relinquishes its hold on you, sending your body careening in every direction. Stumbling and disoriented, you collapse to the ground, coughing and spitting, desperate to expel the foul stench that had held you captive moments ago.

“Little witch, are you okay? Is the baby alright?”

Chan's voice trembles with concern, cutting through the chaos. Through the haze, you gradually regain your senses, acknowledging his presence. You wave a hand weakly, assuring him of your well-being, even though your voice remains trapped in your throat. He kneels beside you, offering a small vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid. With his heightened senses, he can still perceive the faint rhythm of a second heartbeat within you, providing him with some solace, however fleeting.

“Jisung made this, drink up, hurry. We’ve gotta get out of these woods.” Chan urges, removing the cork from the vial. Gently, he pries your mouth open, pouring the concoction inside. The texture alone triggers your gag reflex, but there is no discernible taste or scent. It is then that you realize the overwhelming odor that once plagued you has vanished entirely. With Chan's support, you rise to your feet, while Jisung approaches, having regrouped with Santiago, an ally in this harrowing supernatural battle. Jisung pulls out your arms, turning them over and checking them over, looking for something deeper than the surface level scratches that were taking longer than usual to heal over.

While he’s busy checking you out, your eyes flit up when you hear Felix’s voice, low and quiet as he asks his brother, “Is she okay?”

Chan answers and they begin a hushed discussion.

You feel a little relief at his expression of concern for you, even if it wasn’t towards you, and Jisung catches it too as he pulls out a bandage soaked with a colorless and odorless solution. He wraps it around your right arm, from your elbow down to your wrist. He looks up at you with a small half grin before he finishes.

‘I told you’ the ancient witch mouths silently.

Your wounds sting a little bit in the deeper cuts, but you can also feel a coolness spreading from your wrapped arm and throughout your body that begins to numb the pain.

“We must not linger here any longer.” Santiago says urgently, “It was looking for a vessel and her body rejected it. That demon was consumed by rage, it must’ve been wandering for a very long time.”

You’re lifted onto Chan’s back once more, and you can feel his arms tightly locking your legs close to his body. You can tell by this hold that he’s not planning on setting you down anymore until you arrive at the first stop. Another hour goes by as you scale higher into the range now, the difficulty increasing once again. The air feels thinner. You’re more tired than usual, and you begin to fall asleep on Chan’s back, the rhythm of his pace lulling you. It's quiet, nobody is talking, again, trying to keep as stealthy as possible. Creatures like Chan could hear for miles.

Felix is comforted by his ability to compartmentalize in these times, and depending on his vampire instinct brings him relief for once, because it's easy. It's easy to listen to your surroundings, it's easy to pick up on the scents of your enemies, it's easy to kill and react in the blink of an eye.

It’s not easy, however, to look you in the face and tell you he hasn’t developed feelings for you. He’s found it hard to lie to you, so instead, he clams up, so he doesn’t have to say anything at all.

A familiar pain brings him back to the present moment as he pulls back the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking air through his clenched teeth and reflexively ejected fangs as smoke begins to lift from his arm, which he quickly covers. He pulls the string of his hood to cover more of his face. “The sun is too close for us, we have to stop.”

Hyunjin feels the same heat building under the surface of his skin, causing him to flip his hood over his head and pull the scarf around his neck up and over his nose.

“We’re a mile out, can you make it a few minutes more?” Santiago asks, continuing forward, picking up the pace of his footsteps.

“Felix and Hyunjin, why don’t you two go ahead of us, yeah? Get inside and we’ll catch up.” Chan speaks up, taking control of the situation. His voice stirs you awake, and you let out a small yawn, looking around and realizing it wasn’t a dream, you truly were in the middle of the mountains in the dead silence of early morning. Hyunjin and Felix disappear into the distance in a blur, and you, Jisung, Chan and Santiago continue at a human pace.

“I don’t know if it's been a while since you’ve been around vampires mate, but they explode into flames the moment the sun hits too much of their bodies.” Chan explains, knowing damn well Santiago understands how vampire physiology works, and wondering why he was so keen on pushing them to a limit they didn’t have to reach.

“Please do not misunderstand, I do know it's crucial for them to find shelter, but I am thinking of the little witch, and losing two people, even for a few minutes, is a lot riskier than aged vampires tolerating a few minutes of dawn.” Santiago says, matter-of-factly.

“Pretty sure an archdemon, hybrid and a Han can hold it down for a few.” Chan disagrees, replying curtly, and Jisung shoots you a glance, curling his lips between his teeth to hide his smile as he looks over to the side. It was serious, but the two were clearly having a pissing contest about who’s in charge and calling the shots. You press your lips against the side of his neck and then give it a little nip with your teeth. It’s enough to make him softly laugh as he turns his head to the side, addressing you atop his back.

“What’re you up to back there?”

“I’m hungry.” You lie, happy to have resolved the brief tension, and you take another playful nibble at his neck. He hoists you up, making you giggle. “Are we close?”

“Just over there, in the clearing, you see?” Santiago points to the small house nestled amidst the dense forest of the Sundered Range. The house is an intriguing blend of natural elements and arcane craftsmanship. Its exterior walls are crafted from weathered timber, seamlessly blending with the surrounding trees. Vines crawl along the sides, intertwining with delicate flowers in vibrant hues, adding a touch of whimsy to the rustic facade.

As you approach, the sound of a gently trickling stream reaches your ears. The house is strategically positioned near a babbling brook, its crystal-clear waters winding through the trees. The melody of the water creates a soothing backdrop that resonates with a sense of tranquility, in diametric opposition to the danger hiding in the darkness.

A worn stone pathway leads to the entrance, flanked by meticulously manicured gardens filled with an array of mystical flora. Exotic plants with vibrant blooms reach towards the sky, their intoxicating scents permeating the air. It feels as if you've stumbled upon an enchanted oasis hidden within the rugged embrace of the mountains.

Santiago gently twists the knob and opens the door, stepping aside for the rest of you to enter first before he closes it behind everyone. The interior of the house is cozy and inviting, with a warm hearth crackling with vibrant flames. Soft, ambient lighting illuminates the space, casting a gentle glow that dances across the walls adorned with arcane symbols and ancient tapestries. The furniture is a harmonious blend of comfort and elegance, crafted from rich, dark wood with intricate carvings that hint at the owner's connection to the other world.

“Santiago, I’ll just be a moment, I’m tending to your other friends.”

A smoky female voice calls out from a back room.

Natural light filters through large windows, offering glimpses of the surrounding forest and the starlit sky above transforming into daylight. The air carries the scent of ancient tomes and exotic spices, creating an atmosphere of mystery and knowledge.

As you step inside, you feel an intangible energy, an echo of the powerful presence that lives within this humble abode. It is a haven, a sanctuary nestled in the heart of nature, where the boundary between the mundane and the mystical seems to blur.

You hear the quick pitter patter of footsteps as a woman hurries in the room with the rest of you. Standing tall and commanding, she exudes an undeniable elegance. Her skin, as deep and lustrous as obsidian, reflects the gentle caress of fading moonlight, accentuating her features.

Her eyes, vibrant and captivating, shine with a piercing golden hue. Adorning her head, a crown of twisted, thorny horns curves gracefully, adding a touch of fierce beauty. Her face is a study in captivating contrasts, with a blend of sharp angles and gentle curves, expressing both strength and grace. A playful smile graces her lips, hinting at a wisdom and understanding beyond mortal comprehension.

Long, flowing ebony hair cascades down her back, intertwined with delicate strands of shimmering silver and midnight blue, creating an ethereal harmony. Each step she takes seems to defy gravity, as if she glides effortlessly, leaving behind a subtle echo of her presence.

Her attire, draped in a billowing cloak of shadow, seamlessly blends darkness and elegance. The fabric bears intricate patterns that shift and swirl like wisps of smoke, an homage to her connection with the arcane and supernatural. Every movement sends ripples through the garment, as if the very essence of darkness itself were in motion. “Are the others okay?” You ask curiously, pointing to the room she had come out from. Lysandra looks over her shoulder and then back to you.

“Goodness yes, I had the right ingredients to help, but they’ll need a lot of rest, and they were barely sun touched,” she tuts as she looks to Santiago, “You may need to stay here one more day.”

He’s about to immediately disagree, but she holds up a finger and he goes silent as she speaks to you once again. “You’re welcome to go check on your friends, they’re right through that door.” Lysandra points to the thick, wooden door that was partially ajar, and you nod, leaving the others to discuss the new plans as you slip through the door into the room.

As you enter, you notice the flooring is made of weathered stone tiles, cool beneath your feet, worn smooth by the passage of time. The absence of windows adds to the room's secluded ambiance.

A sturdy four-poster bed occupies the center of the room, its frame crafted from intricately carved dark oak, displaying motifs of intertwining vines and delicate feathers. The canopy overhead is draped with sheer fabrics in deep shades of violet and indigo, cascading down like a waterfall of twilight. The bedding is opulent, adorned with plush velvet cushions and thick, embroidered quilts that invite you to sink into their embrace. Felix is lying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach, poring over more demonology literature, likely in the wake of the earlier attack.

On a weathered wooden desk against one wall, an assortment of antique glass bottles and vials stand in precise order. Each container holds a carefully concocted elixir or potion, their vibrant hues contrasting against the rustic backdrop.

The room exudes a sense of seclusion and protection, a sanctuary designed to shield its occupants from the outside world. You look around, but don’t spot Hyunjin anywhere in the room.

“I’m alone, little witch, come in.” Felix says, answering all of your inner thoughts without even lifting his attention from the book as he flips the page. You push the door closed and walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at him over your shoulder.

“What’re you studying now?”

“Still trying to figure out how to suppress our vampirism enough to do any kind of spellwork.”

“Any luck?”

Felix closes the book and pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Nothing useful yet.”

A mix of apprehension and longing fills the air as you exchange glances, acutely aware of the delicate nature of your connection. The flickering light from a nearby candle casts dancing shadows upon your faces, beautifully reflecting the complexity of your emotions.

“So…what happened earlier, I didn’t mean to come off like that, it was rude, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.” Felix apologizes first, and you can feel the tension leaving your shoulders and neck now that you’ve heard it from him. He’s visibly nervous, looking away from you as he tries to figure out his words. He runs fingers through his white hair before he speaks again, “I don’t regret anything, well, except for when I nicked you, I’m sorry about that too–”

“Stop apologizing.” You warn.

“Right, well,” You’re comforted by his smile as he chuckles at your gentle redirection, “I've been grappling with my emotions,” he confesses, his husky voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. “What happened between us back there...it was really–honestly amazing. Seeing you so wild like that, I loved it. My brother once described you as his moonlight, and I see that now. He trusts you in ways that blow my mind, especially as of late. You’re helping him grow, which is something I thought after two thousand years, we couldn’t do much more of.” He sighs, “I’d be lying, though, if I didn’t say I feel something more for you sometimes myself. How can I not? You’ve helped me grow in unimaginable ways too.”

You nod, your expression a blend of understanding and regret. "I feel it too sometimes," you admit, your voice carrying the weight of longing and internal struggle. You think back to the moments between you two that had come close to something unethical pushing through the surface; the time he caught you when you almost slipped in the shower upon first meeting; the way your heart caught in your throat when you locked eyes at the supermarket, trying to get him to taste human food.

“I think I’ve felt it for a while now. When you killed me that night at Edith’s tomb, you were so gentle, like an angel of death guiding me into the afterlife. That’s a moment I’ve never shared with anyone before.”

Felix looks away again. You were making this more difficult than it was supposed to be. He remembers that moment all too clearly, how he wept as he listened to your pulse slow down to nothing. How he wished it didn’t have to be like that, that you didn’t have to sacrifice yourself.

But he remembers the screams Chan let out from the pits of his stomach at losing you, he remembers how many tears his brother shed over you. His brow furrows as he cements his next point, "But we can't turn a blind eye to the reality we're faced with. Chan is my brother, and you're carrying his child. I can’t cross him again like I did all those years ago."

Your gaze drifts downward, sadness etching lines upon your face. You also didn’t think it was supposed to be this difficult. But you didn’t know what you wanted anyhow. So what if Felix said let’s run away into the night together? You couldn’t do it, you loved Chan far too much to do that. You know that much, and Felix loves his brother too much to hurt him like that, even if it means swallowing his feelings and keeping them buried for the rest of his eternity.

"I know," you whisper, your voice laced with a bittersweet blend of complex emotion.

Felix reaches out, his touch gentle yet infused with a hint of resignation. "Little witch, I love you, you know that, right? That’s never going to change, it’s never faltered, and I don’t say that to any humans, I barely tell my brothers I love them." he says softly, his eyes reflecting the shared burden you both carry. "For the sake of our mission, for the sake of our family, we’ve just got to move forward."

Your fingers instinctively brush against your growing abdomen, a tender reminder of the life you carry within. "I understand," you reply, your voice trembling with determination. “I thought our friendship was destroyed from this. That’s what I was most afraid of, that you didn’t want me around anymore.”

"Hey, don’t talk like that, I can be a dick sometimes, but you’re stuck with me, at least until you die, for real this time. " He murmurs with a small smile, the corners of his lips turning up, reaching his eyes, his voice heavy with unspoken desires. It makes you feel like everything’s okay. Surely if you were moonlight, Felix was like sunshine. He pulls you into a hug, "For now, let’s focus on Abysmora. And perhaps, as time passes, we’ll uncover a path that leads to some real healing, for all of us."

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“Are you lost?”

Lysandra’s scent gives her away before her voice does, as Hyunjin stands against a bookshelf, his finger sliding along the dusty shelf as he reads every lettered spine. He glances at her over his shoulder, painstakingly slow. He’s not afraid, he doesn’t particularly care that he’s been caught snooping. She’s standing in the doorway of the room, her tucked away repository and working space, filled with all kinds of botanicals, even some Hyunjin hadn’t laid eyes on in years. This creature was a demon, but she was also an extremely skilled conjurer, that…or she lived with one.

“A little,” he answers as he turns to face her, “I was looking for the bathroom.”

Lysandra crosses her arms over her chest, unimpressed by the vampire’s weak excuse. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

Vampires don’t use the bathroom.

“I’ve already figured out you’re very much the opposite.”

Lysandra’s arms slowly drop to her sides as she recognizes his appreciation for her intelligence. She walks across the room, pulling a pot towards her with a large, black ball sitting upon soil. She taps the top of it, and it unfolds in thick, slimy petals and emits a foul odor as she takes a pair of tongs and reaches into a nearby glass tank, where a small, wild snake is writhing angrily after being disturbed. Hyunjin watches as she drops the snake into the middle of the plant, and it begins sizzling, the flesh melting off into the plant as the petals fold back up again into an inconspicuous ball once more, the smell enveloped inside of it.

Hyunjin eyes her, his lids narrow with suspicion. “Are you a demon hybrid?”

“Why does that matter to you?” She asks, a hand on her hip. “You were worse off than your brother when you got here, you need to be in your day-death, not poking around in my lab, touching things you don’t understand and questioning my bloodline. Do you have no respect?”

Lysandra doesn’t wait for a reply from the vampire, and with a swipe of her hand, as if batting away a mosquito, she sends his body flying through the door and crashing into the stone wall and curls her fingers to close and lock the door so he cannot come back. Hyunjin groans as he rises back up from the ground, dusting himself off a little as he glares at the locked door. He hates when conjure is used against him, he often fights with Jisung when he decides to play pranks on him. He’s riled up, ready to go and grab her by the throat and show her who’s the more powerful being, when another door down the hall opens, and you appear, catching him off guard. He straightens himself again, his smirk returning.

“Back for seconds?” he teases, dodging your swing as he passes you into the bedroom and closes the door, joining his brother underneath the canopy. He lies on his back and lets out a sigh, having caused enough trouble for the day. “Why was the pretty witch in here?” he asks, this time, with genuine curiosity. “We had to talk, you know humans need that kinda thing, to deal with their feelings.” Felix makes light of the conversation you two held earlier, hoping his dismissive tone would steer Hyunjin away from prying any deeper. It must’ve worked, because the scarlet haired vampire is lost in his own thoughts again, Felix can tell by how distant his gaze becomes. He knows his brother too well.

“I think it’s so strange…how Santiago and pretty witch just fell into each other’s worlds again when she thought he was gone…it got me to thinking about things,”

Felix closes his book and leans over, setting it on the bedside table as he settles into the bed on his back, lying next to his brother and gazing up into the reflection of the hearth on the canopy netting above.

“Go on,”

“We don’t really know what happened to our father, do we?” Hyunjin asks, his head falling to the side to study his brother’s face as he waits for an answer.

“I mean,” Felix tries to think up a clever way to get Hyunjin to just forget about useless thoughts like that. Thoughts that were no benefit to them, purposeless thinking, it was something Felix had grown vehemently against in his later years as a pureblood vampire; but he would be remiss to act as though the thought of his father’s existence didn’t cross him every now and again. He can tell by the things his brother brings up, that Hyunjin had spent a significant amount of time in purgatory inside of his own head, perhaps to escape the Hell that surrounded him.

“He was a human, though, Hyunjin, other than mother being a witch, who’s to say he even knew about the other supes out there?” Felix tries to be rational.

“You don’t have to know about them to get dragged into their world, kicking and screaming against your will…” Hyunjin says, his voice softening at the end. He turns onto his stomach and wraps his long arms around the thick pillow, his chin resting on the soft fluffy top as his baby blue eyes trail along the intricate designs on the headboard. He can feel his death coming on, he’s growing drowsy.

“That’s a fair point.” Felix doesn’t have the energy to put up much of a fight anymore. “I guess we won’t ever really know until he finds us one day.”

Hyunjin’s brow wrinkles, his lids closing. “I hope he doesn’t, for his sake.”

It’s the last thing he says before his body goes limp. He’s frozen, his body becoming denser in his death and his temperature becoming colder, a cold only another vampire can bear next to him, like his brother. Felix is rather romantic about death and prefers to be in a proper lying position with his hands at his sides, as if being perfectly displayed in a casket during a funeral ceremony. Before he knows it, his body goes still, and both brothers lie dead next to one another, their souls at rest until moonrise.

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sn0wbat · 9 months

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a friend of mine reread homestuck recently, and gave their non-hs ocs god tiers.... which in turn inspired me to try reconsidering the god tiers of mine!

(yeah they're still undead vampires. don't think too hard about it, this was mostly just for fun anyway)

UPDATE: reasons under the cut!

thoughts and reasonings

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MORTEN

moon - PROSPIT

optimistic, mostly

lives in the moment

mostly relies on instinct

doesn't always think things through

creative solutions

not exactly a huge rebel (their mom usually had their back anyway)

aspect - RAGE class - PAGE

a page starts out with a lack of their aspect. they're missing it, repressing it.

as a page of rage, they'd start out not knowing how to truly show anger, they repress it, it's fine it's fine everything is fine - negative emotions always take a backseat.

he's kind of a doormat about things, not really wanting to escalate things further, ever.

this is especially seen with mort's interactions with their uncle, who keeps pulling disagreeable shit while mort just. goes along with it. to avoid conflict.

the challenge for a page of rage is to learn it's okay to get angry, to express their more negative side, to let people know when things aren't okay!! to stop being walked all over!!

to embrace the more monstrous side that's been so pushed aside for a while - it's okay to be a vampire, you're just trying to survive. it's okay to let people know they're wrong. it's okay

why? yeah somehow they got rage on the official quiz. rage and prospit. very odd, but thinking about it, it made some sense. sure, the prospit feels obvious, but rage? took some time to figure that one out. sadly page is the class that suits them the most here. oops

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EINARR

moon - DERSE

very self-aware

can get very rebellious given the chance -- literally lead a rebellion against his sire -- also lead a whole jailbreak -- was literally a pirate at some point

absolutely hides parts of himself and holds himself back a lot

good problem-solver

introvert

usually thinks things through… unless he doesn't.

very powerful ally

has a tendency to cling onto the past

aspect - LIGHT (breath, space) class - MAGE

"One who Understands with Light or Understands Light"

knowledge-seeker. big nerd about everything. u get the vibe

not very concerned with laws and norms

mages are very hands-on with their aspect - einarr has been through a lot already, being as old as he is. most of his knowledge is first-hand experience.

mages have a deep understanding and often suffer from their aspect… being a thousand years old, there's certainly some things he'd rather like to forget. however, his memory is Really Good oops

on the flipside, also really loves knowing a lot of things. he is curious. it's in his nature. he's a knowledge sim

oh, so mages suffer from their aspect? let's see: bright lights hurt his eyes, yes. sunlight hurts him too, yes. he's a vampire so this bullet point about the more literal side of his aspect hurting him is really funny sorry

has suffered from the burden of being seen (target of vampire slayers), and tbh he avoids this like hell these days- constantly hiding, hates unwanted attention. mirrors Void aspect in this case - he often blends in out of necessity but dear lord is it harmful to his mental health

mindreader. easily knows too much. sir-

because of that, can easily tell when someone is lying

a bit superstitious. still believes in the old gods.

extremely hard to sneak up on. he's basically got satellite dishes for ears, He Can Hear You

this classpect can partially be summed up as "the mortifying ordeal of being seen" and that's einarr yeah

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RUNE

moon - DERSE

bit of a pessimist

self aware introvert

finds the world alienating and confusing and mean

hides quite a lot about himself

generally lives in a state of dissatisfaction. either he's not human enough or the world isn't vampire-friendly enough. feels like shit either way

would rebel more if he wasn't too busy being a terrified doormat

rarely lets himself be vulnerable. unless it's someone he really trusts to not use it all against him yknow

aspect - DOOM class - MAID

"those bound to the aspect of Doom are fate's chosen sufferers"

misery loves company and he found that company in his fellow vampires <3

not the advice friend, not a healer, but will let you know you're not alone as his life is shitty too

maids are often treated like lesser, and tbh that describes rune pretty well

"dismissed or pushed around by those they rely on" his family at home i swear

all his life he has been trying so damn hard to just. be accepted by those taking care of him. by following their rules. he's not like other vampires, no! he's not evil!! he's not a bad guy! just as human as anyone else!

and he'd also just love to stop being excluded from literally everything his family does thanks <3

it's not working

overall, has a tendency to follow everyone else's rules and instructions, which is a very maid of doom thing to do

challenge is to draw his own lines and become his own master instead of being everyone else's doormat :-)

"aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go ape shitt"

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BAT

moon - PROSPIT (???)

intuitive

exists in the present

VERY impulsive

did worry about what mort would think of him yes

"trouble with deception" i mean he's good at it, but does it eat him up inside when he's forced to lie? also yes. that's the trouble

totally fine with not interfering with human shit. why bother

turning mort into a vampire instead of actually telling him sure was a… creative solution lmao

used to trust people but it kinda bit him in the ass so not much anymore

what doesn't fit:

still a bit of a rebel for sure

can get very negative - not quite "marked by optimism"

very used to hiding himself (unless you count his bat form as one of his true selves, which it might as well be. like nimona. sometimes he's just a bat.)

he's that kid who has the edgy derse vibes but is actually prospit somehow. secret softie.

look i put him on derse too at some point. he somehow fits both. this time the quiz put him on prospit. idk man he's kinda both

aspect - VOID class - KNIGHT

"One who Exploits with Void or Exploits Void"

not afraid of the unknown. it doesn't bother him

great at hiding… a lot of things

would rather stay confused than believe in something completely false

knights of void are very good at keeping secrets. (even from himself, especially when he can't remember shit)

lives in obscurity, hidden in the shadows

exploits unawareness to drink everyone's blood :3

usually knows way more about someone else than they know about him.

knights have a tendency to be very insecure about certain things and also not really being willing to show it. hiding behind a shield, figuratively.

so yeah that's very bat

this was the only one that didn't change from the last time i messed with classpects haha fun fact

maybe perhaps i will do a part 2 with more vampires later, but we'll see lmao! thanks for reading <3

#low stakes 🦇#my art #homestuck #kinda #rune is the only one with a Valid Kid Name (correct amount of letters)#maybe i'll consider the god tiers of my other vampires too. this was fun.#loki is a thief and tiberius is a bard i think. just going by vibes. helena is giving witch. eli is more of a sylph #lmfao. au where all the vampires get roped into sburb. 12 vampire session. imagine #tbh they should also get bat wings #also their lunar sways shifted a bit. bat may be prospit. einarr is derse. hgjdg #rune and morten stay the same (derse and prospit respectively)#edit: morten is a page of rage actually #they literally got rage on the official aspect test and i was in denial for a bit LMAO #but thinking about it... it started to make sense #i'll elaborate on all of these in a reblog

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ginalinettiofficial · 4 months

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played the game ok boomer at my family party today, ended up explaining to a room of ~20 of my relatives what fanfiction is so they could understand the question, “in fanfiction, what does AU stand for?”. and then the card’s definition of “AU” was wrong so i also had to get into the concept of “canon”.

can u believe. in front of my whole family. a room full of people, aged 3 to 80. all staring at me intently as i explain the difference between an alternate universe and canon divergence. at one point my mom was like “daina i think we get it” and a cousin and two aunts were like “wait no we’re interested please continue” and i had to say to my own mother in front of god and my i am kenough sweatshirt “sorry but unlike you the rest of them DON’T have to listen to me talk about fanfiction on the regular”. my uncle is a retired judge. my one cousin worked for the federal government in a job that was so classified that for years he literally couldn’t legally tell us about ANYTHING he was working on. and today those men sat and patiently listened to me define “coffee shop AU”.

also, not one, not two, but THREE of the answers for the young folks, i knew solely because they were either plot points on stranger things or they were things i found out whilst reading stranger things fanfics. and then i was the only person in our age bracket (10 people, ranging from ages 9 to 42) that knew who anne rice was, and had to explain yet again that the reason i had this knowledge was because… fanfic.

it was surreal. also my aunt, aged 68, may or may not begin attempting to read fanfic now because, according to her, “there are so many stories where there are these small side characters and i’d just KILL to hear their backstory or like what was going through their minds during the main action!” i’m very happy for her. today was wild.

#d speaks #the things i knew because of stranger things: who ripped a bats head off on stage. what year the challenger exploded. the ghostbusters theme #in case ur curious the way the game worked is there was a set of questions for people born pre 1980 and a set of questions for people born #post 1980 and you split into the two teams and you take turns reading trivia questions to each other #the questions for the young ppl were things like above - who wrote interview w a vampire #what year did the challenger explode. who are the fab four. true or false elvis had a twin.#the questions for the old people were like: what does BAE stand for. in fanfiction what’s an AU. who won the first american idol.#it was a weird game but very educational #and funny to play with my little cousins because as i said anywhere from 2-4 of them are gen alpha depending on how u define it #so it was very interesting to see what sorts of things have been passed down culturally and what sorts of things stayed solely in their time #it was sort of reminiscent of are you smarter than a fifth grader in some ways #also no one asked but. the teams were:#old team: 4 solid boomers. 3 boomer/gen x cuspers. 3 gen x’ers.#young team: 2 xennial cusps. 2 millennials. 1 zillennial cusp. 1 zoomer. 2 zalpha cusp. 2 gen alphas #and then also our 3 year old cousin who technically is gen alpha but he was more moral support than anything you understand #though at one point he DID declare that he wanted to play - picked up a card and ‘read’:#‘santa comes he eats the milk and cookies. poop goes in the potty’ in the EXACT cadence of someone asking a trivia question lmfao #love that kid. he also told me a few knock knock jokes #mainly they were like. knock knock. who’s there. candy cane. candy cane who. candy cane on your head!!!!!!!!#a true comedic genius that boy

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loveakii · 4 months

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my angsty headcanon about klaus and mikael is that when mikael answers the million dollar question why the fuck did you hate your son so much with “i don’t know, i just did” i genuinely believe he’s being honest. for all of mikael’s alleged superiority to his children in strength he’s very weak when it comes to emotional intelligence and regulation which indicative of a man from his time period. the fact he doesn’t see anything wrong with his own father training him brutally at what must have been around 8 years old. or that he can’t comprehend why his biological children would side with their brother over him, doesn’t really get the fact that a violent father is frightening to children even when that violence is not being directed at them. mikael reaching his final death without having any sort of self realization is kinda tragic. although i think he deserved exactly what he got, it would have been better for everyone involved if there was actually some clarity on why he acts the way he does and why he was such a monster to klaus prior to henrik’s death and the whole mess that followed it.

this is just my personal headcanon based on a variety of season 2 scenes, but i imagine klaus looking just like freya as a child. the same curly blond hair, the same blue eyes, the same smile. maybe they even take on similar behaviour patterns and personalities. and at first it’s a blessing. mikael adores him, he dots on him constantly in a way he doesn’t with finn or elijah, a way he never will with kol or henrik. he’s taken out of his grief, he pours all that left over love into his then youngest and things are okay. but after a time, once that child develops more into his own person, grows into his own distinct face, it becomes harder and harder to indulge in the dream. and the more niklaus grows, the longer mikael looks at him, the more it feels like the gods are mocking him. his anger comes back and can’t be quelled. it has to go somewhere. someone has to absorb it. why not niklaus, who makes him want to scream and cry when he thinks he’s seen his daughter only for it to be a trick of the light. when he finds out years later that he is not his blood, it’s only validation for what he already believed.

#always thinking abt a modern day au where freya stays and mikael went to therapy before having kids and isn’t a POS sadist #or just an au where esther the powerful witch protects her kid and keeps mikael under a sleeping spell lmao #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #mikael #freya mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #tdvu #tvd meta #mikael meta #mine

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icarusinstatic · 2 years

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Someone please tell me why I want to write a Harrington!Sister OC whose the same age as Dustin and Max?

Hear me out, Veca would try to get her because when she was younger (possibly between S2-3) she was kidnapped by someone and the thing she feels guilt about is that she and Hopper hid the fact that they left her kidnapper to die in the bunker he had hidden her in?

Like, she shouldn't even feel bad about it, because the guy was definitely going to kill her - but it was her idea to leave him there, and Hopper agreed with her (because he would have just killed the guy outright, but he didn't want to tell her that, and she didn't - she just didn't think about the implications of leaving the guy to die until later). And Vecna uses her guilt against her, but it's this huge secret that she's kept from Steve because she doesn't want Steve to think less of her he wouldn't.

Meanwhile Steve doesn't realize that his sister has anything weighing her down, until he's with Max in the middle of the night breaking into hawkins high and sees her name in the councillors files.

Que Steve not only needing to keep Max and Eddie safe, but to find a way to keep his own sister out of Vecna's hands.

....I am absurdly taken with this idea.... Morally ambiguous Hopper protecting the city of Hawkins with this secret that he's promised to keep with the youngest Harrington.

What he has never told her is this.... After he had gotten Sister!Harrington back to her family and safe - he did return, and he made sure that the guy would never hurt anyone ever again.

#Stranger things #obv this would be steddie #and jopper #And I feel like El and Max would become her friends #because Steve has basically adopted the kids into his inner circle #so his sister would become part of the group #he just makes sure to do his best to keep them all safe #after everything that happened she didn't talk about it #... to be honest she rarely spoke at all.#I have too many ideas for this show #but this is definitely going in the to be written pile #along with Vampire Steddie #and probably the Domestic Steddie au where #Eddie stays at Steve's house to hid out from the cops #and town while hopper convinces the govt to clear his name #alive dr owens for that one #actually alive doc owens for all of them #I still want to have the owens gets El back to hawkins in time to save everyone au

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neopuppy · 6 months

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SOS (M)

pairing. alpha Jeno x female omega reader x alpha Jaemin

genre. haunted escape house AU👻, non traditional ABO, it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to(or bang my older brothers friends), pw-minimal-p, M/F

warnings. profanity, y/n is Mark’s younger sister, pollen induced heat/rut, smut warnings under cut

wc. 10,000+

a/n. I am drunkhazed, no need to message to tell me that I stole my own fic.

smut warnings. f*ck or die, threesome, double penetration(vaginal/backdoor), slick, knotting, loads of cum, overstimulation, unprotected rough sex. mostly pure filth.

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I mіght burn with the flame evеn if it hurts me

I јust endleѕslу over and оvеr again go towаrds you

”Don’t think this rain is going to let up anytime soon.” Your brother calls out to you upon entering the house, followed by the sound of shaking his umbrella dry. “Hopefully it will be over by the weekend so we can still have the party.”

He smiles worriedly, reaching for your shoulder. “You had to be born during hurricane season.”

Not only during a time of temperamental unpredictable weather, but also during the spookiest time of the year. It was Hallow’s Eve when your mother pushed you out, still half-dressed up in a witch costume as she screamed, kicking the air and practically ripped apart the collar of your father’s cheaply made Spirit Halloween vampire costume; rueing the day she ever let him impregnate her, again.

“Should we plan for something else?” Mark scrolls through his phone, sitting down with a furrow between his eyebrows. “Horror nights? Might be sold out by now. Maybe a haunted hayride? We did that a few years ago though, was kind of boring huh...” he hums, snapping his fingers. “Maybe I can beg Jisung to sneak us into that new paranormal escape room. Tickets have been sold out since they opened but I’m sure if I pull some favors he’d be willing to help me out.”

“Is it really scary?”

“Shouldn’t be too bad pup.” Your brother grins, reaching to pet the back of your head. “Besides, I’ll invite the guys. You won’t have anything to be scared of with us around to protect you from all the spooky things that go bump in the night.”

Right. The guys.

The guys being your brother's best friends, the same ones that still treat you like some immature clueless puppy. It’s nice for the most part, the way they all coddle you and insist you stay their baby forever.

It’d be nicer if they didn’t feel the need to make it clear so often just what a baby you are. Acting like you are not only a year apart in age.

“What were you going to dress up as this year anyway?” Mark continues, texting his group-chat about the possible change of plans due to the erratic weather.

“Doesn’t matter I guess, my package still hasn’t made it. Might have to recycle an old costume.” You sigh, bummed that the brewing hurricane hasn’t only ruined your party but also your valid excuse to dress like a slut without a reprimanding lecture from your older brother.

“You should definitely bust out Gollum again.” He laughs, nudging your arm. “My precious.”

“Mark, I was a kid! Let it go!”

“What, a kid?! That was just last year!” He clutches at his chest offended. “That was our best costume! Do you know how hard we worked on those hobbit feet?!”

“You guys looked like idiots.”

“We did not!” He splutters, tugging on your hair. “Take that back! People still talk about how great me and Jaemin acted out Sam and Frodo’s friendship monologue.”

“Can’t believe he agreed to being the fat hobbit.”

“Can’t believe you agreed to being Gollum.” Mark laughs, adding a wink. “Well, I guess I can. That crush you had on Jaeminie back then was unbearable.”

“Shut up!!!!” You shout, nearly tackling your brother from the couch. “I did not have a crush on him!”

“Oh really? Because I believe your diary entry from October 3rd would disagree!” He runs behind the couch dodging your advances, raising his voice in pitch.

‘Jaemin presented as an Alpha today! I always knew he’d be an Alpha! Goddess he’s so handsome! I can’t handle the thought of him getting any bigger and stinking up the house with his pheromones whenever he’s over. What am I going to do, I can barely hide how much I like him already!?!?’

“Shut up!!!” You scream, lunging over the back of the couch to choke your brother out. “Shut up shut up shut up!!”

“You’ll never catch me!” Mark laughs maniacally, charging for the staircase to run and hide in his bedroom.

“You’re dead when I do!”

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“What the fuck is this?!” Your brother fumes at the bottom of the stairs, head shaking in disapproval as you flounce down toward him.

“What?”

“This costume!” He motions angrily. “What the hell is that!”

“Jennifer Check!” You say dumbfounded, rolling your eyes. “Like, duh! One of my favorite movies, you know! My costume made it on time!”

The front door pushes open right as you spin to show off the purple and yellow cheer costume, mini-skirt twirling around your hips showing off a pair of snug fit panties adorned with the words ‘I KILL BOYS’ across the backside.

“Woah.” Jeno stutters, falling against Jaemin’s side where they both stand, mouth agape and wide-eyed in disbelief.

“The fuck are you pervs looking at!” Mark smacks the two of them across their chests, grabbing one of his jackets from the coat hanger nearby to throw at you. “Go change! You can’t wear that!”

“What?! Don’t be a jerk!” You snap back, throwing the jacket at his face. “It’s my Birthday!”

Jaemin steps forward to grab Mark’s arm and tug him back. “Come on dude, it’s just a costume. Besides, it’s cute..”

“You would say that.” Mark mumbles, shoving his friend off. “When you’re freezing your ass off out there, don’t come running to me for my hoodie.” Your brother grunts again, headed to the kitchen with Haechan and Jaemin in tow.

“You can always borrow my hoodie.” Jeno grins, approaching you with open arms. “Happy Birthday, or well, early Birthday.”

“Thanks Jeno.. Mark can be a real dick sometimes..” you mumble, squeezing around the Alphas waist to tighten the embrace.

“I think he’s just doing his duty of fulfilling your protective older brother role.” Jeno’s palms smooth down your back, cupping your waist. “For what it’s worth, I love the costume.” Taking a step back he gives you a once over, slowly nodding. “Jennifer’s Body, great movie. Not quite a final girl though, but..”

“I thought about that, but since none of my friends want to battle this hurricane and it’s turned into an all boys party again,” you turn around, flipping the back of your skirt up. “I’d say my chances of surviving are pretty high.”

Jeno licks his lips, biting back the urge to smile. “You got me there.” Reaching for the chain on your neck he draws out the crystal Evenstar pendant hidden between your chest. “You’ll spare me, right?”

The Alpha strokes over the design, smiling as he remembers your last Birthday when you cried about dressing up as Gollum. “You should have done Arwen this year.”

“Without Aragorn?”

Jeno’s gaze drifts back to yours, setting the pendant in place to sit on your chest nicely. “Well..”

“Alright, let's start heading out before this rain picks up.” Mark interrupts, barging back out with a backpack full of snacks for the drive. “Jisung texted, they just let in the last group of the night to enter the escape house, by the time we get there it should be ready to go for us.”

Jeno clears his throat, patting away the sweat collecting on his palms. “Yeah, sounds good, let's grab our umbrellas from Haechan’s car just in case.”

“Passenger seat for the Birthday girl!” You squeal, waving at your brother's friends. “The three little pigs in the backseat!”

“Heyyy!” Haechan snickers, swatting the air behind you as you run past.

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“Stay close to me pup.” Mark pulls on your elbow, shooting a glare over his shoulder at his friends.

“You know escape rooms work better if we all separate and try to find the clues on our own.” Haechan laughs, shaking his head and throwing a thumb in Mark’s direction. ‘This guy.’ He mouths.

“Isn’t rule number 1 to not separate?”

“This isn’t a horror film Jeno, it’s a game.”

“What do you think Saw was?!” Jeno’s arms flail, bumping into Jaemin’s side. “I wanna play a game?!”

“Haechan’s right.” You sigh, tugging yourself free from your brother's grip. “The timers started already, we need to work faster.”

Mark frowns, pulling off his jacket to throw over your shoulders. “You look cold.”

“Oh my God, what happened to not sharing your jacket with me huh! You’re so annoying! It’s Halloween!” You screech, shoving it back at his chest.

Haechan snorts, patting his friend on the back. “You know, we’ve seen her in less than that.”

“I’ll fucking kill you dude.” He growls, lunging at his friend's neck. “Don’t talk about my sister like that!”

Jeno and Jaemin let them grapple, watching with half-amused half-annoyed expressions as their friends fall to the floor tackling each other.

“You guys think this is a hint?” You nod to a pile of photos, all containing different guests that have passed through the rooms caught off guard with mouths wide open screaming. “They haven’t taken our picture yet, maybe it happens in this room.”

“We have 7 minutes left.” Jaemin moves next to you, snapping his fingers to a camera tripod set up in a corner. “Maybe we are the ones who have to take the picture.”

Jeno opts to continue searching for clues, moving down onto his knees to get a look under a couch against one of the walls. “The riddle said something about letting your worst fear consume you.” He crouches lower, coughing at the dust that lifts as he reaches and pats around coming up empty.

“I hate clowns.” Jaemin mumbles, working on figuring out how to set up the old camera.

“Clowns?” You snort, anxiously moving closer to the taller, pretending to care about the camera. “Didn’t think you’d have a fear of clowns of all things..”

“Why not?” Jaemin smiles, avoiding your gaze as he continues to tinker and focus on an area to point the lense toward.

“I don’t know.. clowns aren’t scary..”

Jeno pats off his legs, neither of them wearing much of a costume besides masks they’d pocketed once entering the escape house, claiming it was too hard to see anything. “Remember that movie Cujo? Shit had me terrified to go near a dog for years when I was a kid.”

“Dogs?!” Both you and Jaemin respond abruptly, falling into laughter together. The tension evades your limbs as you lean onto his side and wrap around his arm.

“You can’t be serious!” You say, wiping at the moisture pricking the outside corners of your eyes. “Geeze, clowns and dogs.. here I thought Alphas were supposed to be tough and fearless.”

Jaemin scoffs, flexing the bicep wrapped in your hold. “Hey! A lot of people are scared of clowns!”

“Can’t lie, I’m feeling pretty tough right now, my biggest fear is probably like a demon entity that’s decided it wants my soul specifically.”

Jeno’s mouth opens, shutting and closing again before speaking. “That’s uhm, dark?”

“Understandable.” Jaemin shrugs. “Why don’t the two of you go pose like a demon just appeared out of thin air to suck the soul out of you like some Dementor.”

Jeno moves to stand next to you, pointing past where Jaemin stands behind the camera. “Over there!”

The other Alpha runs into the shot just in time for the flash to go off and capture the three of your fright filled surprised expressions, ejecting the photo onto the floor beginning to develop.

“Guys, the door!” Jeno says loud enough to grab Mark and Haechan’s attention on the other side of the room. The two glancing over confused from the puzzle they’ve been working on for the last few minutes. “It’s opening!”

He rushes forward, motioning for the rest of you to follow after, an impending beep beep beep emitting past the speakers above as you make way into the next room.

“Guys, hurry up!”

“We’re coming! We’re coming!” Haechan shouts, stumbling to stand and grab Mark’s shoulder to pry him up.

“Shit,” Mark misses a step, tumbling back to his knees. “Ah, fuck!”

“Dude!” Haechan shrieks, turning back to watch the door begin to slide shut with three sets of eyes peering back at him full of worry.

“Hurry up!” Jaemin screams, rushing to push against the thick metal sliding down.

“Jaemin!” Jeno draws the younger Alpha back to his chest, using his weight to pull him away from the slam of the door locking into place.

The slam of the door sounds final, more ominous as darkness pours over the room before the slam of bodies bang into the opposite side; power buzzing off with the clink of a lock setting into place.

“Guys?!?” Spinning around you begin to panic, unable to find either of your friends without the help of light.

“What’s happening?!” You fret, slapping the door that's shut behind you. “Mark?!?”

“I’m here!” He calls back, throwing his side against the other side. “Fuck!”

“Was everything supposed to shut down like that?” Jeno asks, patting around the room for a switch.

“Fuck, wish I had my phone.” Jaemin follows his lead, gingerly tapping along the shelves set up against one of the walls and cursing about the ‘no phones allowed’ rule. “Wait, I think I found a flashlight.”

A click illuminates the room, shining around displaying nothing much abnormal. A few chairs, cushions, and boxes stacked together in one corner. The shelf holding a variety of items from DVDs to books to sculptures.

“Is it me or is it kind of..” Jeno tugs on the collar of his shirt, gaze skirting around quickly in search of a vent. “Humid in here? I feel sticky already.”

Jaemin nods, shining the light on the boxes. “Yeah, it’s stuffy in here.. uh..”

Mark continues slamming into the door, calling out for help. A worried murmur following from Haechan. “Did the power seriously just cut out? Like, this isn’t part of the game dude??”

“Hey, Jeno… come here..”

Jeno’s eyebrows perk up, walking over to where Jaemin stands searching through slew of boxes. “What is i— what the fuck..”

“Wh-what room is this?” Jaemin stutters, peering over his shoulder where you still try to pull the door open. “What are we supposed to do with this?”

Jeno swallows, head throbbing hard enough to make his eyes squint shut, blinking away beads of sweat beginning to roll down his forehead. “I don’t feel..”

Jaemin dry swallows, shutting the lid to open up another box. This one at least offers more, a box full of masks, unlabeled pills, cloths and fresh water bottles. “You think this is safe to drink?”

“Mark, I can’t anymore.” You sound breathless behind them, palms slapping down weakly one last time before sinking to your knees before the door. “I feel hot.”

Jeno’s instinct shouts at him to help you, waving off Jaemin to squat down by your side and place a palm across your forehead. “Shit, you’re burning up.”

He cleans the back of his hand off on his pants, grimacing at how soaked his forearm looks, shirt clinging to his chest. “Maybe it’s me actually.”

Jaemin pants, shaking his shirt away from his chest the more it begins to cling to his skin. “The hurricane must have killed the power, I don’t think the air is working.”

The three of you fall silent, quietly listening to the barely there soft blow of air coming from somewhere. Shining the flashlight up to the vent, Jaemin squints, blinking away the sweat clumping his eyelashes together. “It’s not coming from there..”

Jeno shares a look with him, setting a finger on his lips to keep their voices down as he crawls around the room to find the source. Approaching the shelf, he pulls away a pile of books, coughing and falling back as a waft of strong dust flies at his face. “Jeno!” Jaemin runs over, coughing and waving away the air to help his friend. “What the fuck is that?!”

“It’s—“ you sit up on your knees, head heavy, dropping you to hold yourself on all fours.

“It’s pollen!” Jeno shouts, eyes wide and crazed, turning to bury his face in Jaemin’s chest to keep down a growl. “We have to get out of here!”

Jaemin panics, grabbing onto his friend tighter to pull them both away from the now fully uncovered hole pumping out endless waves of dizzying scent, circling them both and instantly weakening his will to move. “I-I can’t.”

Jeno bites down, face drenched in sweat, gathering at his chin in large droplets. “We have to get away from her!”

Jaemin can hardly hear his friends' screams over the overwhelming sound of his racing heart, each breath deeper than the last. Each inhale more crucial to his system, pumping toxic oxygen through his veins and overtaking his mind.

“We’re getting help pup!” Mark calls out again, sounding more pathetic than usual. “I’m going to get you out of there okay?! I promise!”

“Mark..” you cry, falling flat on your side out of breath. Pupils fully blown out covered in gold as heat engulfs your every sense, soaked right through your Halloween costume. “I feel..”

The smell of arousal hits the two Alphas next, punching them across the face both hard enough to snap their necks, awakening feral need to impale an Omega on their cocks.

“The box.” Jaemin gasps, covering his face with one hand and letting the flashlight in his hold fall, rolling around shining light around the room. “The chains.”

Jeno follows after him in a rush, pulling his sweat soaked shirt up to cover his nose and mouth. It’s useless, the pollen already integrated with their biology, shaking its way through their limbs and bones.

“We ne-need to..” Jaemin struggles, teeth chattering as he reaches for the box he shut just minutes ago, pulling it down with the tips of his fingers. The loud clatter of chains, ropes, sex toys and boxes of condoms spills across the floor, now making complete sense. “Jeno, tie me up. I… you have to tie me up.”

Jeno shakily reaches for one of the ropes, dropping it with an anguished moan at the first throb passing between his thighs. The pollen fully absorbed into his lungs from meeting it face on, he falls face first with a loud thud, chest beating wildly. “Jaemin, t-tie me.. me first— I—can’t.”

“Jisung’s here!” Mark calls, knocking the door happily.

Haechan runs back into the other room with their friend, both out of breath from racing their way back through the dark, using the employee route on the way back.

“What the fuck is this Ji?!?” Mark’s enraged tone is hard to miss even between walls, followed by a mumble of panic and worry.

“The power died, news is saying it could be hours..”

“So what?!? There has to be a way to open this door!” Mark shouts back, face full of heat and anger.

Jisung’s mouth falls, reaching to scratch his neck nervously. “I can’t go in that room.”

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t!”

“It’s the..” Jisung swallows, pulling out a map to hand to Mark.

“Sex pollen?!” His eyes widen, nearly popping out of their sockets before turning back to kick at the door. “If either of you assholes fucks my sister, I’ll kill you!!!”

Your brother's threat has Jaemin working faster to tie a knot around his friend's wrists, completely avoiding your existence by the room entrance despite the thick taste of slick filling his mouth. “Come on Jeno, we have to work together.” He says frantically, licking away the bats of sweat trickling from his upper lip.

“Alpha..”

The air stiffens, hard enough to shatter like glass if either of them were to take another breath. The two freeze in place, trembling with their hands gripped around each other deadly tight as the most beautiful helpless moan dances through their ears.

“Alpha, I need you.”

Jeno manages to somehow get Jaemin’s arms chained together behind his back, struggling as he fumbles with a pair of handcuffs to attach on the other and keep them locked together- at least for as long as their bodies will allow.

“Jeno..”

Your voice licks at his ear, back going stiff as his lips twitch and he nearly breaks down into tears. Every demand to control himself grows more distant, fading away past the chants to fuck, claim, breed and mate.

“Jeno!” Jaemin’s raspy shout cuts through him like a blade, falling forward in a daze as his canines burn as if the pollen has seeped into his brain and began to flow with the blood rushing through each of his rapidly pulsating veins. “Don’t! You can’t!”

“Alpha, please.”

The call beckons him to lift his head, lips coated in a thick layer of spit pouring freely the more he falls victim to the crushing need to give in to his primal desires.

“Alpha.” The land of your palms against his chest has him lurching up straight, neck going ramrod with wide-eyes at the realization of your lack of distance, having crawled your way closer to capture him. The loosely tied rope hanging off his wrists uselessly, easy to free himself from. “Need you, it hurts—it hurts Alpha.”

Jeno struggles to swallow, the lining of his throat blanketed with a molasses thick layer of saliva, making it harder to breath and forcing him to wheeze as he meets your blown-out gaze. “C-can’t, we can’t.”

“Jeno! Listen to me!” Jaemin shouts, mostly barricaded away by the fog thats begun to stuff the olders ears. “You have to resist! It’s the pollen, she doesn’t know what she’s asking for!!”

“Alpha..” your voice breaks past the piles of cotton stuffing his ears, managing to squeeze your way past his lack of sense as Jaemin fails to.

Jeno wants to tell you to stop, he wants to push you away as gently as he can, wants to control himself, but as you make the next move forward and settle onto his lap, he can’t find himself anymore; he’s gone. Lost in the delirious magic of your high potent arousal.

“Jeno!” Jaemin audibly struggles behind the two of you, neck twisting to watch you push down onto Jeno’s lap and circle his shoulders, the Alphas neck limp as he leans forward, forehead crashing against yours. “Jeno! Think clearly! Try to think!”

Jaemin cries between his screams, fumbling around with the chains and handcuffs the older had managed to lock shut just a minute ago, his chest aches; screaming with something akin to jealousy that he wishes to ignore and shove aside. He should’ve contained the other Alpha first.. Jeno got hit with the pollen hardest..

“What was I thinking..” he sighs, forcing his eyes shut to look away from the first roll of your hips landing down against his friends. Jaemin bites back a growl, head dizzy the more he tries to work through the jumble of thoughts racing past him.

Mark will kill you.

Fuck his sister.

Fuck her now before Jaemin can claim your Omega.

Jeno can’t tell anything apart in the room anymore, the only clear vision in front of him is you. If not for the incessant need to feel every inch of your flesh he’d move slower, he’d move faster if not from his own exhaustion and resistance still struggling to bring him back.

“Jeno..”

“Omega.”

“Yes.” You gasp out, clawing at his chest for some type of contact. Everything burns, from the blood pumping through your veins to the heat raging through your nerves; screaming through your bones to have your Alpha, to consume every bit of him.

“Want me to fuck you?” Jeno hisses, head spinning as your scent invades his nostrils and takes over any minor hint of sense he possibly had left.

“Jeno, no!” Jaemin fights to unlatch himself, the flesh lining his wrists cut through with each pull and cry he lets out the more he fails to get free. “Don’t!”

The Alphas cock thrums, aching up his chest with a pained howl swarming his mind. The pollen awakening his feral instincts, shouting at him in anger to not let another Alpha have you before he can.

“Is that what you want?” Jeno clutches onto your hips, rutting you down against the stiff lump protruding from his crotch, panting along your lips that part open the faster he works you down.

“Inside,” you breathily gasp, flushed by the heavy want and need to press flesh to flesh. “W-wanna feel you inside.”

“Ah, fuck.” Jeno rocks your hips down urgently, ass lifting up to push harder against the seat of your underwear. Wound up too tight to stop himself, he manages to maneuver you onto your back with quick speed, still humping erratically between your thighs for some type of friction. “Fuck, I can’t.”

The Alpha jerks once, twice, neck strained back in arch leaving the veins lined up his neck on full display for your Omega to salivate over, canines aching to dig in and mark him up. With tight lips he grunts, circling down against the now wet fabric of his boxers, soiling through his jeans as release spurts out and makes a mess between his cock and underwear.

“Alpha?”

Jaemin scoffs loudly, chains rattling with another curse as he shouts to be let free. “You can’t even get your pants off before cumming!”

Jeno grimaces, ducking down to kiss your chin apologetically. “Alpha please, need your cock, need it inside.”

God, your begging can make his head explode, crumbling as he litters searing pecks down your throat and licks over the pendant splayed on your chest. “Wanna be inside you.” He pants heavily, gliding beneath the cheerleader top keeping your breasts hidden, scooting the material just high enough to expose the hardened tips of your nipples for his thumbs to flick and press down on.

“Alpha!” Screeching and arching you, you writhe under his hold, lengthy palms swipe up your sides, cupping your chest to bounce up as he bites down a moan and grinds harder against the soaked material of your panties.

“Unchain me!” Jaemin’s shouts grow lost the more the thick scent of your sweet slick wraps around Jeno, opting to replace a hand on your breasts with his mouth in favor of finally reaching down to unbutton and tug himself free.

The Alphas lips encase your nipple, tongue lapping roughly as if he expects something to trickle out. Already envisioning the sweet nectar of your lactating breasts after he fills you with enough seed to ensure you carry his pups. Without a clear mind to process a thought beyond fucking and breeding, Jeno tugs at his wet cock, shoving your panties to the side with the same cum covered hand before slapping the thick length against your already swollen slit.

“Please please please!”

Jeno growls, gliding the girthy meat between your blood filled cunt, the arousal hot enough to scorch around him, making his chest flutter with fear and hunger. “It’s all for you.” Hauling one of your thighs up, he leans in to lick across your upper lip, puffing wheezed breaths as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

“Alpha, Alpha!” The pathetic cries you let out as he works into your tight heat has his eyes rolling back, cock throbbing enough to feel each tremor pass through his limbs.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Jeno groans, eyes clenched shut when he hits obstruction and the weight of his heavy balls slaps against your ass. “Oh fuckkk.”

“Alpha,” you sigh dreamily, mouth hung open covered in drool. “Feel s-so good, feel so big.”

Jeno’s forehead presses to yours, sweat slipping your skin together and pushing his nose to dig against yours. “It’s you, so fucking tight.” He emphasizes with a pointed thrust, inching out to the tip only to feed his cock back inside much faster and pick up the pace until your hole finally gives around him and he can fuck into you with a renewed ease. “That’s it, relax for me baby, you like that? Like how my cocks pounding into you so fucking good.”

“Jeno,” you gasp, lower back arching up with each expert thrusts. The Alpha more experienced than you, evident by the way he takes control and fucks you harder without having to beg for more. “Love it—love your c-cock.”

Jeno fucks into you even harder at that, dripping with sweat as your bodies run together chasing the highest high, mind numb with nothing but the desire to feel his cum shoot out deep inside of you. “Louder.” He smacks your thigh, the clap thunderous throughout the room, forcing Jaemin to twist up from the floor in seek of his own pleasure.

“Asshole.” He cries, tears streaming down his cheeks as he breaks and watches the two of you lost in the animalistic desire that has you fucking like two feral blood thirsty wolves in heat. It’s enough behind his wet vision to tune the other Alpha out and focus on the euphoric pleasure that's taken over your usually innocent angelic face.

“Love your cock!” You whine, face wrenched up as you turn away and your head bounces back from the overwhelming sensations racing through you. “Love it so—so much.”

“Fuck yeah.” Jeno groans, beginning to lose rhythm as his hips stutter and he pulls out completely one more time, quickly punching back through your tight heat in one go just to feel you clamp down around his cock to a suffocating point. The Alphas everywhere, arms encasing your head as he leans in and licks down your cheek to capture your lips, balls tightening up letting him know he’s close. So close to filling your womb with cum, fucking faster and faster even as you pulse around his length and jostle under his punishing thrusts. Pussy milking his cock dry as you hit climax and grip around him mercilessly.

The kiss grows sloppy, weight dropping down as he sucks your bottom lip in and circles his cock deep inside until the last white string shoots out. “You okay?”

Jeno pants loudly, clothes heavy on his back now drenched by sweat. He waits for you to nod before pulling out with a hiss to fall by your side and allow his eyes to fall shut for just a minute, a minute to catch his breath. A minute too long as you already find yourself crawling to Jaemin, ripping at the cheerleader top halfway up your torso.

The Alphas gaze lifts to yours excitedly, licking his lips as he shakes his head awake after seeing white as he fucked up into the air and came inside of his pants. “Alpha.” You say in the most seductive tone he’s ever heard, better than music to his ears in this hedonistic state.

“Pup, help me.” Jaemin sounds shattered, voice raspy as if sandpaper scrubbed his vocal chords. “My hands.”

The scent of his release punches into you, scrabbling up his thighs to remove his pants from hiding him away. “Alpha, need more, need you.”

“Please puppy,” he grits, thighs trembling under your eager hands, hips twitching up. “Please get my hands!”

The tormented whine he lets out steals your focus long enough to show concern, nodding as you scoot in closer and reach around to his back in search of the chains latched together.

“Need to t-touch you.” He whines pitifully, helping you by shaking his forearms weakly with each unravel of the chain. “Need to—“

Jaemin lets out the loudest blood curdling howl, finally able to roll his wrists around, he pounces up to settle on his knees, hoisting you by the waist to be manhandled onto all fours. “Just like that.” His large palm closes around the back of your neck, pinching the skin taut until you mule and whimper, arching back showing off the obscene mess you’ve made.

Jaemin snarls at the sight of another Alphas cum smeared all over your underwear, quickly digging his sharp nails into the material to tear them off, the seams ripping apart nastily loud, pulsing terror through your nerves. “Let him fuck you before me?” He growls, leaning over your back and landing a strike to your ass.

“You’ll let anyone fuck you? Slutty Omega, any cock would satisfy you.”

“N-no Alpha,” you squirm, buttcheek stinging for less than a minute before another whip-like slap lands. “Ahh!”

“Don’t lie to me, Omega.” The Alpha grunts, sparing your ass from another hit to work his pants down and flip your skirt up, sad excuse of underwear(that you paid extra for) left shredded into pieces nearby. “No fucking point, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve.”

Jaemin wraps around his length, swiping through the wetness covering your inner thighs as he works up to your slit and pushes between your swollen soft folds. “Fuck you like I found you out in the wild, pussy leaking everywhere begging to be claimed.”

“Yesyesyes! Alpha, take me!”

“So fucking wet.” Jaemin rasps, wrapping your hair around his fist to pull your neck up and attach his lips to your jugular, softly teething at the vein pumping fiercely against his tongue. “Don’t move, or I’ll really make it hurt.” He says between kisses, licking at the sweat dangling from your jawline.

The Alpha shoves up, keeping the hold on your hair tight as his arm extends to push your chest to the ground, hips ramming against your supple ass. “Present.”

A gurgled sound of agreement leads your hips to push open, ass lifted high as you spread apart, placing your soaked cunt perfectly under the dim streaks of light coming from the scattered flashlights. “Good girl, keep it exactly like that for me.”

Jaemin slaps his length between your thighs a few times, biting down to keep his moans at bay. “Omega with the prettiest pussy, how’d I get so lucky?” He mumbles, head spinning this close to your sugary sweet scent.

“Ah, p-please—ahhh!” Without wasting another second he slams in, finding lack of resistance thanks to the amount of slick spilling out of you, and maybe because someone else was too greedy before he had the chance.

“That’s it, take all of it.” Jaemin says, lapping at the saliva slipping from his plump lips and grabbing a firm hold on your hip with one hand while keeping your head twisted painfully. He begins to pound fervently; turning just in time to catch Jeno’s eyes fluttering open, irises blown out red full of hunger. “This is what you needed, Omega? Feel that pussy nice and stretched around my cock? Tell me.”

“Y-yes!” You sound near death as you shout, fucked into like nothing but a cocksleeve to fuck for his own gain. Jaemin growls, tugging your hair to turn your gaze to Jeno’s.

“Say it.”

“N-needed,” you wail, cock sliding in and out of you easily, copious amounts of slick rammed out with each pump of his length pushing in deep. The wetness claps through the room, drenched thighs shaking form the force of the Alphas weight slamming down. “C-cock, needed!”

“Say you needed my cock.” Jaemin says in a lowered strict tone, scooping around your waist to pull you back onto his cock even faster.

“Yours!” You shriek, the Alpha squatted over your back with his feet flat to the floor to gain power. Jeno’s lip curls, pushing up to sit and throw off his sweat soaked shirt. “Yours Alpha! Ahh fuck!”

He sighs, cock aching already from listening to your pretty sounds, even if he’s not the one receiving them.

“Pussy so fucking good.” Jaemin grins at the other Alpha, drawing his cock out inch by inch to admire the thick gloss of slick stained up to his abdomen. “How am I supposed to stop fucking you now?”

Jeno rolls his eyes, moving closer to slap Jaemin’s hand away from your hair. “Sweet little puppy, you’ll do anything for some dick.”

He snickers a bit, forcing a soft smile when you blink up clearly lost to the feeling of being stuffed full again and again. “You close baby?”

“Pussy’s gripped around me so tight,” Jaemin adds, fucking at a punishing fast and strong pace.

“Y-yes,” you slur, finding comfort in Jeno’s palm gliding over your cheek. “Wa—wanna cum!”

“You cum when I tell you to cum.” Jaemin says despite your consistent whines, slamming down hard enough to have you slip on your knees, pushed belly flat to the floor to be used as nothing more than a fucktoy.

“Alpha! No, please!” You kick, screaming through grinding teeth. Jeno glares at the younger, snaking his free hand under your hips to find your clit and pinch the bud between two fingers.

“Shh shhh, it’s okay puppy.” He says sweetly, watching your eyes roll back leaving nothing but whites behind. “Don’t listen to him, cum for me.”

Jaemin’s hips barrel down even faster, enraged that the other Alpha has the audacity to touch you. “If you cum, I’ll punish you worse than this.” He says in a deep low registered growl, colliding down against your ass hard enough to bloom bruises tomorrow.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me.” Jeno repeats, thumbing away the tears tracking freely down your cheeks, dick throbbing the more his hand gets drenched with slick.

“Alpha—I—I,” your eyes roll up, empty of thought as gold coats across any color, fiery and wide, lips parted in a silent scream. Jaemin curses behind you, struggling for a moment to push through the ruthless clench of your heat, he fucks through your orgasm even with slick shooting out around his length making it harder to fuck you fiercely.

“Shit.” Jeno salivates, licking at his lips repeatedly as his hand draws free from under your collapsed weight and takes in the arousal that slid down his forearm.

Jaemin’s movements turn erratic, slapping sweaty palms down on your upper back for leverage to keep going even as his release approaches; lost in the depths of his own nonsensical pleasure. “O-oh shit!”

The Alpha stutters, letting out a high-pitched sound similar to a wounded puppy, hips hitting with finality as he finally lets go and shoots drop after drop of cum deep inside of you.

Breathing becomes harder with Jaemin’s chest landing against yours, slapped over and over again by the older Alpha to move. “Get off of her.”

“Ah, fuck you.” He mumbles, biting down on his lip as he slips out, half-hard cock landing against his pelvis softly twitching. “Damn.” His head reels for a minute, calmed momentarily. Coherent thoughts pass by, blinking slowly at the ceiling as he takes in deep inhales of pollen filled air and quickly succumbs to the desperation, the need to be inside of you again.

“Jeno,” you whimper, reeling from being fucked back to back.

“More?” He asks, taken aback but also not surprised, his own arousal spiking up at mere glimpse of you.

Nodding, you turn lazily, cupping to cover your mound to hide. “H-hurts..”

“That’s fine.” Jaemin speaks up, moving next to his friend with a grin as he kneads your ass, lifting your buttcheek to get a good look at your hole. He bends forward, swiping two fingers between your pert mounds, circling over the rim. “Jeno got to fuck your first..”

He says, peering over his shoulder at the Alpha with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ll make it feel good, puppy. Real good.”

Shivers run up your spine, Jaemin pushing his way closer to hold your ass apart with his lips pursed together, dropping a wad of spit just to watch it dribble down your rim. “Want it?” He asks, digits digging into the meaty flesh of your bottom.

“Alpha..” your hole pulses, winking enticingly, answering for you as he surges in and runs his tongue across the wrinkled entrance.

“No time for all this,” he says between huffed breaths, setting a searing kiss on your rim. “Sorry angel, promise it’ll get better.”

Confusion draws your eyebrows together, manhandled up for your back to lay against the Alphas chest, pushing between your thighs from behind he rubs between to gather up the wads of slick continuously pouring out, cock dripping with the thick cream. “Ready?”

“Unghh..” lifelessly, you shake your head, unsure what he’s even asking. Jeno moves in to take a hold of your waist.

“Slow, give her time to adjust..” he says in a low warning, already imagining the younger to brutally fuck into you as he already did. “Don’t hurt her.”

Jaemin mumbles a curse, stroking the slick up and down his size and smearing the rest over your rim. “She can take it, she’s a good Omega.” He whispers, gaze directed to your lower halves with focus on the tip of his cock nudging at your rim. “Isn’t that right angel?”

Heavy breath fans Jeno’s lips, watching your eyes widen at the first inch pushing past your viscously tight rim. “Shh shh, it’s okay.”

Cupping your chin, he kisses lightly across your upper lip, stealing the pained moans passing through with a firmer press. Jaemin groans gravelly behind you, holding your ass spread apart to ensure the best view of his cock stretching your hole open.

“Fuck, that’s too good..” he whines, teeth grinding together the more his cock disappears. “What a good slut, hmm? Taking Alphas cock anywhere.”

Jeno can’t help but rut against your hip, growing more hazy with the vibrations of your cries tracing past his tongue. “Can I fuck you too?” He asks desperately, nose rubbing against yours sweetly. “Please?”

A light nod gives him enough answer, thanking you with a firm kiss and tongue massaging around yours. “The best Omega for us.”

Jaemin grunts to agree, pushing in balls deep with a shout, neck stiff and rippling. The tight clamp of your ass has his thighs shaking, heavy hands smoothing around your hips to press down on your lower stomach. “Fuck, this is crazy.” He says with a meticulous roll of his hips, ass bouncing against him. “..Won’t last long inside this pretty tight hole puppy.”

Jeno’s fingers pass between your thighs, teasing past your folds to rub circles at your sore stretched entrance. “This okay?”

“Fuck man, hurry the hell up before my dick falls off.” Jaemin growls, biting at your shoulder to stave off the the urge to completely pull out and fuck back into you raw, throw you back onto your knees like a good little breeding bitch.

“Alpha, p-please, put it in—“ you drawl, vaginal opening spasming around the tips of Jeno’s fingers. Kissing at the backs of his teeth, he nods fast, gripping his length to push between your fleshy velvety folds.

“More, more!” You whine, slapping and clawing at his chest. Jeno hisses, guttural and deep, grabbing your flailing arms and clutching your wrists together, shoving them to your chest with one hand to keep you held in place.

“More? Wanna become our pretty little slut? Fucked by two Alphas at the same time?” He asks softly, the words sounding sweeter than they should from his pretty pout.

“Yes yes yes! Jeno, Alpha! Please please,” you gasps, head rolling back, neck dropped against Jaemin’s shoulder. “Wan-wanna be filled so bad, so fucking bad.”

“So God damn pathetic,” Jaemin whimpers, licking the light teeth marks left behind on your shoulder.

Jeno thinks he might pass out if he doesn’t get his dick inside of you in an instant, steadying himself with the hold on your wrists, he strokes at his shaft one more time to spread the slick; slowly pushing the tip in past your opening as he leans in and huffs over your lips. “How bad do you need it?”

“Please!”

Jaemin screams a slew of curses, gripping hard around your waist and slamming you down to fully take Jeno’s length. Choking on your breath, you stiffen up, legs falling apart only held up by the Alphas keeping you full with their thick cocks.

Jeno’s lips twitch, face dropping to catch his breath as he notices a bulge jutting out under your navel, experimentally swirling his hips forward to see the skin protrude from his cockhead pushed that deep inside of you. “Fuck! Oh fuck.”

He gasps, short of breath admiring the skin stretch out, his cock overbearingly hot with Jaemin’s filling you up from the other side. The skin separating their lengths thin enough to feel the younger Alphas girth rest against the underside of his, throbbing together deep inside of you. “That has to hurt baby.”

“That’s it.” Jaemin encourages, struggling to speak with wads of saliva wrapped around his tongue. “You’re doing so well.”

“F-fuck—me.” You beg, eyes clenched shut tightly, growing delirious with need to feel the Alphas move in and out of you.

“Feel stuffed full, huh?” Jaemin grits, punctuating the question with a harsh thrust.

“So—so good!” You sob, reeling as Jeno follows and removes his length leaving only the bulbous tip of his cock inside before pummeling back in, fucking with full force. Pulling out only to bury back into the hilt again and again, pussy skin grasping around his cock better than anything he’s ever felt before.

Jaemin gets lost in the feeling of your taut pulsating ass swallowing his cock, head spinning with each honey-dripping moan you let out by his ear. “Ah—God, your ass is too fucking good.”

The Alphas begin to work their hips faster, simultaneously thrusting in and out, cocks moving in unison unbeknownst to each other. The rhythm they build up feels punishing, pushing you into a state of ecstasy; gasping out short little breaths as your lungs close in.

Jeno reaches down to rub at your clit with his thumb, swollen nub beyond sensitivity, stealing a fast orgasm out of you. It hits harder than any so far, blacking out as your breath is punched out of you. Thighs quivering and cramping as a stream of clear slick rushes free from your convulsing cunt, arching out high enough to land on Jeno’s abdomen and trickle down.

“Oh—shit—ah,” he shouts, cock stilling as Jaemin lets out an ear-shattering growl and his solid biceps squeeze around your waist, lifting you up and down to thrust in and out of your asshole at a relentless pace.

With your pussy continuing to pulse, Jeno buries his cock back in. Biting down on his lip as you keep squirting around his length.

“Alphas—s’too much, ahh! C-can’t!” You whimper, helplessly trying to free your wrists from Jeno’s strong grip.

“You can take it.” Jaemin says with demand, moving in and out with measured strokes, the tip of his cock leaking maddeningly.

“And you will.” Jeno finishes saying for him, firm hold continuing to restrain your wrists as his free hand circles your throat.

Jaemin blinks back tears, half-upset that he can feel his climax approaching. Snapping quick jabs of his length as he chases after the peak of pleasure, he bites down on your shoulder roughly, nipping the skin hard enough to hurt. “G-gonna cum—“

He grunts out, thrusts becoming more harsh and erratic forcing Jeno to halt his movements, allowing you to be fucked down by the harsh thrusts Jaemin pounds into you with.

“P-please Alpha—wan-want it!”

Jaemin yells, pumping his hips up sloppily a few more times, cock pulsing with hot spurts filling your ass. Quietly moaning with his head dropped, not even able to hold himself up anymore.

Jeno gently pushes his shoulders back, scooping you by the waist with one arm, cock slipping out as he shifts away to reposition you.

“Just a little more for me?” He can’t guarantee he’s not lying, under the heavy spell of sex pollen coursing through his veins. Turning you on your back, he adjusts between your thighs to seeth his cock fully back inside, savoring the heat blanketed around him yet again. “How—how are you still so so tight.”

The Alpha would guess you’re a virgin if he didn’t remember last summer when he found you in a jacuzzi alone with some guy nowhere near your league, bikini bottoms floating away with guilt stained across your face.

“Should’ve been me,” he murmurs, quick to capture your lips and thrust fast, but short, cock mostly inside. Too addicted to the feeling of your walls sucking around him.

“K-knot me, please, please please, Alpha please.” Your lips tremble as you plead, making it impossible for him to refuse. Not that he would, reaching between your bodies to rub figure eight’s around your swollen clit, he groans, fucking faster on the brink of orgasm.

“Can you take it?” He asks, only to see you nod maniacally, biting down on the backs of his teeth with a wrinkled skewed forehead the more he exerts himself to pinch your clit in succession with his rapid jerky thrusts. “Take all of it for me pup, it’s all for you.”

Coming to an abrupt stop he twitches harshly, cock beating against your insides with the first shot of cum bursting free, painting a mess of white inside with the tip of his cock pressed up to your cervix. “Ahhh!—“ Jeno’s lips curl in, struggling to breathe properly as the base of his cock swells painfully and he has to push in deeper, push in the feel as much of your hot tight cunt kissing at his knot.

“Ugh!” Slick streams out, splashing against the enlarged base of his length keeping all of his cum trapped inside. The possibilities of being full of pup spiraling through the both of you, pushing another shot of pleasure out of your tired body.

“Fuck.” He sighs, wet hand moving to hold the back of your neck and take in your fucked out face, take in your wide dreamy gaze. Envisioning how perfect a future between the two of you could be.

Even if this whole thing was some freak accident, his Alphas never felt this elated, full of life and love. “Mate.” He says with a grind, knot pushing against your sore tender entrance, having tears sting behind your eyes.

“I’ll take care of you.” He whispers, kissing down from your cheekbone to your chin, gently sucking at your jawline before he makes way to your neck. “And you’ll belong to me, only me.”

Possessiveness burns through his heart, beating faster as he takes in your scent gland and pulls at the thin chain around your neck too roughly, snapping the metal for his nose to graze freely. His teeth itch with need, licking at his canines the more they throb up to his gums and his wolf howls to bite.

Do it.

Bite her.

Our Omega.

“Alpha..” you say weakly, eyes drifting shut from the exhaustion of heat and the overbearing scent of Alpha seeping from your pores.

“Omega.” He hums, licking up the column of your throat only to lick back down again, willing himself to not bury his teeth in. “My perfect Omega.”

Even half-passed out, your body responds, heat sucking around his length earning a deep rumble from his chest, he hisses, grazing higher for his teeth to scratch closer to your nape.

“Please..”

Jeno thinks his minds playing tricks on him, head full of clouds as he bites down just hard enough to leave a mark and not break the skin completely. It seems to be enough, for now, to satiate both of your wolves. The tension leaves his spine as he relaxes against you, nose firmly tucked against your scent gland.

“I’d give you the world if you asked.” He mumbles, eyes drifting shut for no more than a few minutes as his knot finally goes down enough to at least shift onto his side.

Jaemin grumbles, slowly coming back to, no doubt wanting to fuck again. “Move.” He says from behind Jeno, sitting up only to come to a halt as the door slams up streaking light from the other room over your figures.

“Get off of her!” Mark shouts, spit flying from his mouth as he grabs Jeno’s shoulders and rips the larger Alpha away with strength that can only be fueled by rage.

Protective instinct takes over, throwing his jacket down before anyone can get a look at you. “Haechan, give me your hoodie!”

Haechan rushes to unzip himself and quickly hand over the baggy hood, your brother fast to wrap you up safely before lifting your exhausted body and shooting a glare at his friends. “I’ll deal with you two later.”

———————————————

After a long talk involving a ton of yelling and crying, Mark finally decided to let it go; having to accept that maybe you aren’t a baby anymore.

“You’re still my baby sister though and you always will be.” He grumbles, tugging you close to his chest with an arm around your neck.

“Always.”

“And..” he sighs, releasing you to give you a stern look. “I don’t think I can handle you dating one of my friends quite yet.”

“Markkk!” You whine, smacking his arm. “I already told you!”

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s not like that.” He says sarcastically, throwing up quotations. “But it’s going to be weird now regardless, I mean..”

“You think so?”

“I don’t think any normal person can go through what the three of you went through and..”

“Well they’re coming over in a bit to help set up the new console system so.. I guess we’ll find out.”

Mark sighs, running a hand through his hair repeatedly. “If they make you feel uncomfortable—“

“They won’t.” You cut him off, smacking his shoulder. “Don’t forget they’re still your best friends who have done nothing other than respected me and done their best to take care of me too.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles. “But if either of them do anything to step out of line!”

“Yes yes, you’ll—“ you deepen your tone, glaring at him venomously. “KICK THEIR ASS!”

“Pft.”

Three knocks rattle against the front door before you and your brother can get into a back and forth mockery of each other, shoving him aside as you yell out that you got it. “Go away!” You add quickly, shooing him to exit the living room area.

“Whatever.” Mark murmurs, flipping you off on his way out.

Taking a deep breath you open the door to greet Jaemin and Jeno, both standing side by side nervously, scratching their necks and shifting from foot to foot. “Hey!”

“H-hey..” Jeno speaks up first, clearing his throat and nodding at you as he steps in.

“Mark’s in the kitchen, I think.” You say, motioning to the 6-pack of Diet Coke tucked under his arm.

“Oh, yeah..” Jeno shifts back on his heels nervously, eyeing Jaemin who makes no effort to move. “I’ll go put this in the fridge real quick.”

His gaze passes between the two of your wearily, wishing that Jaemin had been the one carrying the drinks now. “Be right back.” He says, skillfully darting his eyes to the younger's face in silent warning before you notice.

“Hey pup, come here,” Jaemin draws you back from following after the other Alpha, pointed teeth on display with a large smile. “You feeling okay today? After everything..”

“I’m fine Jaem.” You force a smile, straightening up at the trickle of sweat rolling down your back the more you fail to create space between your bodies.

“You don’t seem fine.” He steps closer, reaching to push loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if—“

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, if anything you guys saved me.. pollen, it’s—“

“You saved us too.” Jaemin corrects, adding a small smile. “Not really the circumstance I ever imagined we’d do something like that, but, I wanted to let you know..”

Taking a step back he sighs, scratching down the center of his throat nervously. “I really—“

“Hey, Jaem, can I get a minute?” Jeno returns, jogging over seemingly short of breath as he pats the younger Alphas arm and nods toward the hallway. “Could you go help Mark start to unbox everything? We’ll be there in a bit, I just need to talk to her in private first.”

“Uhm..“ Jaemin’s eyes go wide, lips tightened into a thin line nearly disappearing as he silently fumes and wills the urge to shout away. “I was about to—“

“Great, thanks.” Jeno nods, smiling and striking down heavy pats on his shoulders before proceeding to direct him out of the room. “We’ll be in soon.”

Jaemin sports a hard smile, teeth gritted together as he waves and nods. “Sure.”

Jeno’s palms clasps together, motioning for the two of you to sit once alone. “I really wanted to apologize.”

“Jeno, it’s fine, seriously.” You start, waving off cooly. “Like I was telling Jaemin, everything that happened was out of our control, you know?”

“Not about that.” Jeno reaches into his pocket, drawing free a thin squared box draped with black velvet. “Everything that happened feels like such a blur..”

Leaning in closer he clicks the box open, a beaming crystal Evenstar pendant identical to the one missing from your neck shines, the Alphas fingers lifting the silver chain attached to show you. “I broke your necklace..”

“You did?!” Letting out a surprised gasp you reach to grab the chain from him, only for the Alpha to move away and shake his head.

“Let me.” Jeno shifts to sit behind you, gathering your hair to one side to expose your neck, breath caught upon seeing the light marks his teeth left behind. “I really am sorry about that.”

“The necklace? It’s okay, I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose.”

Jeno hums, pulling the chain around to lock in at your nape. “Yeah..” the tips of his fingers trace over the bite marks, sighing before placing a gentle kiss. “You’ll let me make it up to you, right?”

Twisting around to get a proper look at the Alpha, your eyebrows lift confused, tilting your head to take in the hint of distress pulling his lips into a pout. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel bad about what happened in that room.” He says, gaze lowered. “Like we took advantage of you or—“

“You didn’t.” Boldly, you cup his cheeks to keep his eyes on yours, giving him a gentle smile. “It’s weird but even after that I feel nervous around you.”

“I do too.” Jeno sighs, relaxed under the warmth of your palms pressed to his cheeks. “It’s because I like you.” He blinks rapidly, swallowing as he forces his gaze to return to yours. “I like you in a way that would probably get Mark’s ass locked up for attempted murder.” He laughs to lighten his mood, sensing a bubble of worry beginning to erupt in his gut.

“Really?”

Jaemin clears his throat, entering back through the hallway that Jeno had banished him to exit from earlier. “You two done yet? Mark’s getting tired of waiting and we already opened everything up.”

Hands fall away from Jeno’s face abruptly, shooting up to stand upon spotting the other Alpha. “Oh yeah! Sorry sorry.”

The older grumbles, getting up to stay by your side and glare at his friend pointedly. “You could have started without us.”

Racing ahead, you miss the whispers passing between them, more paranoid that your brother could be suspicious of how long you’ve been alone with one of his friends.

“You really have a death wish huh?” Jaemin snickers, bumping into the older Alphas shoulder as he leans in to whisper. “Or maybe you really wanna see Mark behind bars for that attempted murder.”

The two continue to appraise each other throughout the day, mindful of every move the other makes before Mark warns them when you head to the bathroom to ‘Knock it off before I rip one of your stupid Alpha heads off and punt you into the afterlife.’

“Don’t think I’m just going to allow either of you to fuck my sister now because of this.” He says quietly before you come back in and sit down besides Jaemin, toying with your new pendant.

Jeno smiles, admiring how much you seem to enjoy the new necklace. “Oh, I thought you lost this.”

“Jeno bought me a new one.” You mumble, quickly throwing the Alpha a smile.

Jaemin reaches to hold the pendant, frowning as he steals a glance at Jeno. “Or, maybe you’re more bold than I assumed. A real rule breaker, willing to spend a lot to win..”

“What?” You ask, half paying attention out of fear of your brother’s wrath if he catches you staring at either of his friends too long.

Jeno smirks at the younger Alpha, leaning back against the couch with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you? ‘Cause if you’re not.. you better run..”

Jaemin glowers back at him, whispering quietly. “One way to find out.”

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Happy Halloween everyone!! Here is some type of no upside down AU fic :)

Eddie drums his hands on the cafeteria table and looks around at his friends. "Alright gentlemen, what are we doing for Halloween?"

He instantly gets a sense that something is off when Jeff and Gareth exchange a guilty look. Eddie leans forward and props his chin up on his hand. "Want to share with the class?"

Gareth sighs and looks at the table for a moment before bursting out, "Well, my sister and Jeff's brother really wanted to go out trick-or-treating this year, and you know how they've gotten close. And the deal was that either Jeff and I would stay at our houses manning the candy bowl, or we would go out with the kids."

Eddie huffs out, "And let me guess, you chose free candy, torturous walking, and a cutesy group costume."

Jeff smiles guiltily. "You're looking at Shaggy and Scooby-Doo."

"Adorable," Eddie says with a big fake smile before turning to Frank. "You're not leaving me high and dry though, isn't that right, Frank?"

Only, Frank seems to be just as guilty-looking as the others.

"Frank... Don't do this to me, man," Eddie pleads.

Frank sighs, "I told my mom I would do a Halloween horror movie night with her. Sorry, Eddie."

Eddie looks between all his friends, wondering if they're pulling a prank on him and fulfilling the trick part of trick-or-treat. But he slowly realizes that they're not. "Shit," he whispers, "I guess I needed to book you guys early," Eddie jokes, trying not to feel too let down.

Jeff pats his hand and says, "Hey, you can come with us. We need a bad guy in a mask."

Eddie scrunches up his nose. "Willingly walking miles and dealing with kids on an endless sugar high? No thanks. But... I appreciate the thought." He sits back and picks up a few of his pretzels before dropping them back in the bag. What is he going to do? He has always loved Halloween, his friends know this. But what's the point in celebrating if he's alone?

"You could go to Harrington's infamous ball," Frank suggests. Gareth and Jeff immediately start laughing loudly. Eddie just glares at Frank, but he doesn't seem to be joking as he defends himself, "I'm not kidding! Come on, free beer and witnessing a bunch of shit drama."

Eddie snorts. "Yeah, because I would be so welcomed there."

"It's not like people will really notice. I hear his place is jam-packed with random people every year. Plus, you could wear your bat masquerade mask," Jeff interjects.

Eddie sighs and puts his head in his hands. "You're not seriously trying to convince me to go, right?"

"I mean... we're not not trying to convince you," Gareth supplies unhelpfully. There's an oof sound that Eddie's sure is the result of Jeff elbowing him in the side. "But seriously, you can wear the mask so no one will recognize you and your slutty vampire outfit-"

"It's not slutty."

"It has a tight leather lace-up vest, it's a little slutty," Jeff stage whispers to Eddie.

Eddie groans and dramatically thuds his head down on the table before quickly looking up. "Let me get this right. You want me to go to Steve Harrington's Halloween party in a mask as a Cinderella-type vampire because you guys are ditching me?"

"Precisely. Except the part where we ditched you because we clearly invited you-"

"Okay! Okay!" Eddie cuts Jeff off waving his hands.

"And hey, we all know that you would love to get some one-on-one time with Harrington, and what's a better time to do this than undercover?" Jeff asks.

Eddie dramatically shushes him and whispers, "I told you guys that secret while entirely way too high, you cannot hold that information against me right now."

"He's right," Frank says, "You can finally find out if Harrington truly isn't an asshole."

"And see if he has the hots for you while you're wearing your-"

"I swear, Gareth, if you call the costume slutty again..."

"Okay, but are you wearing it with your leather pants?" Jeff asks, eyebrows raised.

Eddie sighs and looks down at his lunchbox. "Maybe," he begrudgingly admits.

"Slutty!" Frank loudly says, and Gareth and Jeff immediately burst out laughing.

Eddie covers his face in his hands before joining in on their laughter. "Maybe it's a little slutty," he admits.

As the boys celebrate their win, Eddie feels someone staring over at him. He glances toward Harrington's table where he's sitting next to his ex and her new boyfriend and finds him staring directly at him. Eddie's heart beats a little harder when Steve slightly smiles at him before redirecting his attention to Jonathan.

"Jesus Christ, he looked at me again," Eddie mutters.

"Dude, you always say this, but we never see him do it," Frank groans.

"Yeah, because you don't obsessively check out his table," Gareth says with a laugh before he suddenly frowns and turns to Eddie. "No offense."

"None taken," Eddie replies as he chews on his bottom lip, thinking deeply. If he goes to the party, he can finally confront his crush on the guy he's never truly interacted with unless you count all the times they catch each other's eye then... they would be interacting somewhat often.

He can also finally figure out if it's all in his head or not.

"Okay. I'm going to the Harrington party," Eddie announces.

"Seriously?" Jeff asks incredulously.

"You guys are just so convincing," Eddie says with his hands over his heart.

"Bullshit," Frank says, "You're just going for a chance to maybe say two words to him."

Eddie crosses his arms and asks, "And what would those two words be?"

"'Slutty vampire' in response to 'What are you dressed as?'" Jeff quickly jokes, earning a shriek of laughter from Gareth and Frank.

Eddie thanks whatever entity is responsible for making the bell ring to announce lunch is over. "I need new friends," Eddie lies as he gathers his stuff up.

As Gareth and Frank rush off, Jeff lays a hand on Eddie's arm and says, "Hey, we can do a Halloween slasher night if you want to this weekend. Also, don't hesitate to call if you need help getting ready or need a second pair of eyes to make sure Harrington will approve."

Eddie gives him a genuine small smile and squeezes his shoulder, "Thanks, man."

"Don't mention it," Jeff says as he walks off with a bright smile.

As Eddie watches him walk away, he catches Harrington staring at him out of the corner of his eye, but as soon as he glances over, he looks away looking... angry? Eddie just sighs and shakes his head. He needs to stop thinking that Harrington in any way has thoughts dedicated to him.

Maybe this party will be good for Eddie.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie stares at his reflection in the mirror and twists and turns. Maybe the leather is slutty, but he thinks the plain black cape does well to soften the look a bit. He stares at his hair and all the glossy individually finger-curled strands making his hair look a little more tame than usual. But hell, his arms and fingers ache. He just hopes it's all worth it.

He puts on the bat mask and frowns before taking it off and digging around for his eyeliner pencil he knows he has somewhere in the bathroom. He quickly finds it in a random basket and applies it before smudging it a bit. He puts the mask back on and smiles. He likes the way it has an elegant almost lace-looking quality to the plastic that offsets the leather of his costume.

He wishes he could call Jeff for a final look, but he doesn't want to take any precious time away from him and his brother although they're probably done trick-or-treating by now. Plus, he knows that Jeff would tell him that he looks great and not to overthink it. So, that's exactly what he's going to do.

He grabs the bright orange flyer he found on the floor at school for the Harrington Halloween House Party and cringes at the alliteration. He's pretty sure it's been the same thing for the past three years though, so it's not like Harrington has an option of changing it.

Gosh, he needs to stop stalling and finally leave for the party. He glances at his watch and sees that it's almost eleven, so people should be finally arriving an hour fashionably late. Better to be a part of that crowd to not draw much attention.

He drives over quickly, parking a little down the road when he starts seeing other cars, not wanting to get stuck if he wants to leave early. He takes a deep breath before glancing in the mirror again. He's not recognizable... right? Right.

He gets out of his van and quickly starts walking toward the intimidatingly large house. He's glad to find a group of people rushing inside and even more people outside on the front lawn who aren't sparing him a second glance. Usually, he would come to one of these things with his infamous lunchbox and upsell his stash, but he knew it would give him away tonight. Plus, it's nice to not be on edge the whole time, wondering who is approaching him for drugs and who is approaching him with a slur.

As he makes his way inside, he grimaces at the loud pop music people are wildly dancing to and the smell of alcohol that permeates the house. It's only a few minutes before someone is shoving a cup of mysteriously bright red liquid in Eddie's hand. He takes a tentative sip and shrugs. It's not horrible especially since Eddie likes terribly sweet things, but he definitely isn't going to waste time getting a second cup.

He's on a mission. And his mission is to find Steve and hope that he's not somewhere with his tongue down some random girl's throat. Eddie tries to shove away the thoughts telling him that he shouldn't expect Steve Harrington to not be doing exactly that at his party. Plus, why would he spare time to talk to Eddie of all people?

Eddie takes another sip of his drink and makes his way through the crowd, not finding a single glimpse of that Harrington mane that's usually easy to spot. He goes outside the backdoor and frowns at all the people making out in the pool before heading back inside.

He glances around a few more times before settling back in a corner, downing the rest of his drink before giving up on his search and settling on people watching. But god it’s boring.

These people are boring.

It’s just the same situation over and over again. A couple getting uncomfortably handsy with each other, or a guy and girl eyeing each other up across the room as their friends hype them up in a way that’s either grotesque or filled with squeals.

And the room is hot. So unbearably hot that his leather pants are starting to cling to Eddie in an uncomfortable way that makes him want to rip them off.

Instead, he settles on climbing the stairs and going to find whatever bathroom he can to splash some cold water in his face and hopefully get a moment to himself.

He looks at all the closed doors, pressing his ear against them before quickly backing away whenever he hears something gross. But then his ear settles on one door and there’s the distinct sound of nothing on the other side that puts him at ease.

He twists the knob and walks into the room, freezing when he realizes that, one, this is not a bathroom, and, two, someone with Steve Harrington's distinctive hair swoop is sitting in the room.

The man turns and makes eye contact with Eddie who instantly dies a little inside as he realizes it is Steve. "Sorry. I didn't mean to barge in."

Steve gives him a small smile and says, "I don't mind."

Eddie doesn't know what to do other than hover in the doorway of the dark room. Steve continues to stare at him and eventually asks, "Want to join me?"

Yes. Hell yes, he does. But also, Eddie has the distinct feeling that this either has to be a dream or a prank. But he still nods.

"Do you mind locking the door behind you? I just... don't want anyone trying to use this room as a place to hook up or something."

Now this definitely sets off a few alarms in Eddie's head, but there's a weird air of sadness surrounding Steve that makes it seem... genuine. So Eddie closes the door and locks it behind him, slowly making his way over to Steve. As he gets closer, some of the light trailing in through his blinds catches on the glittering crown that he's holding in his hands.

Eddie gestures toward it. "King Steve?"

Steve smiles sadly and looks down at the crown. "Something like that."

Eddie carefully sits next to Steve, trying to keep a respectable distance between them on the bed. His eyes trace over Steve's costume, a clearly expensive, gorgeous prince or king costume. "So, what are you supposed to be?"

"Prince Charming," Steve answers easily. He glances over at Eddie and shrugs. "Nancy thought that it would be funny because of my 'Harrington charm' mixed with King Steve, but I don't know. I kind of hate that nickname." He shakes his head and changes the subject. "What are you supposed to be?"

"Slutty vampire," Eddie says almost automatically, startling a laugh out of Steve as Eddie curses under his breath and puts his hands over his face. As his fingers press into the mask on his face, he's startled by the realization that Steve doesn't know who he is. "Sorry, my friends kept saying that, and I insisted it wasn't what I was going for. But they won that argument in the end I guess." God, he can't believe he actually said that.

"You look maybe a little slutty but in a good way," Steve rushes to say the last part. He runs a hand through his hair, getting a bit flustered. "I mean you look nice."

"So do you," Eddie admits honestly.

Steve holds his hand out to him. "Steve."

Eddie takes his hand and says, "Cinderella."

Steve laughs again. "Really?"

"I got the mask and everything," Eddie explains, not yet wanting to ruin things when Steve finds out who he really is.

"Cinderella then," Steve says with a smile that makes Eddie feel a little weak in the knees. Thank god he's sitting down.

"So, what are you doing in here in the dark all by yourself, Prince Charming?"

"I'm not by myself, I'm with you," Steve easily deflects.

Eddie raises his eyebrows although he's pretty sure the mask partially covers them.

Steve looks down at the crown again and raises it up. "I just wanted to not be this for a little bit tonight. Plus, the music was giving me a headache - too many concussions." He pauses before turning to Eddie. "And what were you doing escaping from things?"

"Looking for some quiet," Eddie says and looks down at his unnaturally bare hands. He wishes he would've kept on his rings so he could fidget with them. "I was thinking about leaving, but I wanted to stay in case I found you."

Steve shifts a little on the bed, moving to face him. "And now that you've found me?"

Eddie glances up at him and considers it for a moment. "I hadn't really thought that far."

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Well, I hope I'm not too disappointing."

"Not at all," Eddie insists, "Actually I thought you'd be-"

"An asshole?" Steve interjects quickly, his expression becoming oddly stoic.

Eddie shakes his head. "Preoccupied with someone else. Anyone other than me really."

Steve face softens and he leans in closer, eyes tracing over Eddie's face as if trying to figure out what's under the mask covering most of the upper half of his face. "You know you can tell me your real name, right?"

Eddie swallows and shakes his head. "Maybe I'll just leave a clue behind or something. Not my shoe though. I always hated that plot line."

Steve smiles brightly. "If it fit perfectly then why did it fall off?"

"Exactly!" Eddie says clapping his hands together excitedly. "Plus, with all that dancing, I just know that shoe did not smell good."

Steve throws his head back and laughs, and Eddie just watches him, filled with pride at being able to pull that reaction out of him. As his laughter dies down, Steve glances back down at the crown.

"You should put it on," Eddie blurts out. Steve looks up at him with his eyebrows raised. "I want to see the whole costume."

Steve reluctantly places the crown on his head and glances toward Eddie. It's strange, how it fits him so perfectly at first glance, but he can see how it personally affects Steve, as if it adds a weight to his entire demeanor.

"You look good, but I think I prefer you without," Eddie admits.

Steve quickly takes it off his head and places it behind him. "Yeah, that's because it messes up my best feature."

"That's strange, I didn't see it mess with your eyes, or your smile, or your nose, or your-"

Eddie's suddenly cut off when Steve leans in and kisses him. He just as quickly pulls away and says, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've asked before I just-"

"Steve," Eddie says, laying a hand over Steve's.

Steve looks up at him nervously.

"Please do that again," Eddie says.

Steve sighs in relief and instantly closes the distance between them again, but Eddie is able to prepare for it, properly cupping his face and kissing him back. He feels like he's in a dream again as Steve deepens the kiss and runs his hands through the curls Eddie took so long to perfect. But he doesn't care at all.

There's a sudden loud ringing of a grandfather clock that pierces through the house causing the two of them to jump apart. "Jesus, I forgot that I told them they could play that creepy recording at midnight," Steve says and freezes. "Wait, it's midnight."

"And?"

"You're Cinderella."

Eddie tries to swallow down the pain of once again realizing that to Steve, he's just some random guy that he doesn't know. But Eddie smiles and says, "Well, lucky for you, the magic doesn't run out until one or two in the morning."

Steve smiles back and says, "Lucky me." But instead of kissing Eddie, he surprises him by asking, "Tell me something about yourself."

Eddie shrugs, trying to think of something that won't give him away. "I play the guitar."

"Oh, is that why you wear the..." Steve trails off, eyes flickering down to his neck before looking away. "Forget I said that. I thought I saw something."

Eddie's brows furrow, but he doesn't press him on it. "What about you? Tell me something most people don't know."

Steve thinks for a moment before smiling. "I almost didn't show up to this tonight. I was going to go trick-or-treating with some of the kids I sort of babysit. But Dustin told me they didn't need a babysitter tonight, so I ended up here."

The story twists at Eddie's heart a bit. Even with his disillusioned crush on Steve, he would've never guessed there was a group of kids he cared for so much.

Eddie reaches out and intertwines his fingers with Steve's. "I'm sure they miss you."

"I don't know. They were going in custom-made costumes for these characters they play as in D and D or something. They seemed really excited about it, so they've probably forgotten about me by now."

Eddie swallows down the entire spiel he wants to make about Hellfire Club and asking who the kids are so he might be able to recruit them and instead says, "Well, you're pretty unforgettable."

Steve smiles and opens his mouth to respond when there's a sudden loud knock on the door. Steve frowns and loudly says, "Occupied!"

A voice on the other side of the door loudly says, "I think your neighbors down the way ratted us out! Someone said the police are on their way."

"Shit," Steve mutters and runs his hands over his face. "I'll be right there! Just get rid of all the alcohol you can find and turn off the music. Party is over." He stands up and turns to Eddie offering his hand which Eddie takes.

They both stand up and Eddie realizes he's never stood directly next to him and is surprised that they seem to be the same height. God, it's so nice to be at eye level with him.

"I guess this is goodbye, Cinderella," Steve says sadly and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Will you leave me with at least a kiss?"

"You're too charming to say no to," Eddie jokes before he leans in and kisses Steve again, lingering in the kiss for as long as he can before they both pull away as there's another loud knock on the door.

Steve squeezes Eddie's shoulder one last time and says, "I promise to find you." He rushes out the door quickly after and Eddie is left standing in Steve's room alone. He takes a deep breath before he leaves slowly, distancing the time they were seen with each other.

Luckily, things are in a bit of a frenzy as he leaves so he doubts anyone noticed him slipping out of the same room as Steve. But on his drive home, Eddie realizes he gave Steve absolutely nothing to identify him with. He curses and debates turning back until he sees Hopper's police car pass him.

Steve's never going to find him.

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The entire weekend, Eddie's friends have the pleasure of hearing him share the story over and over again while simultaneously complaining about not leaving something equivalent to a shoe behind.

"Well, it sounds like you at least left him with a lot of your saliva," Gareth says one time, and Eddie has to get Jeff to hold him back.

Monday morning is the worst when he realizes he has to see Steve and pretend like nothing happened. Because there's no way he's going to tell Steve that he's Cinderella and expect him to not punch him in the face.

Okay, Steve doesn't seem the type to do that, but there's no way he would be excited to hear that Eddie's the guy he swapped spit with - god, he really needs to get Gareth's words out of his head. But Eddie thinks he'll be able to deal with Steve never knowing than Steve rejecting him.

He sees Steve here and there in the hall but is luckily able to divert his path so Steve never directly sees him. Unfortunately, Eddie knows Steve will be at the same table as always at lunch which is right in his line of sight.

When he sits down, his friends are already nudging him and cracking jokes about Prince Charming and whatnot that pisses Eddie off. It makes things worse when he sees Steve sitting with his back to him, which he's never done before. At one point, Eddie just snaps, gets up, and leaves the cafeteria saying he needs a minute. He rushes off to his locker, digging around for his spare pack of cigarettes when he hears a pair of footsteps to his left.

He sighs and closes the locker door, expecting to see a teacher who has followed him, expecting him to do something suspicious. Instead, he gets the shock of his life when he sees Steve walking right up to him.

As Steve approaches, Eddie dumbly says, "Are you looking to buy something?"

Steve runs a hand through his hair before shaking his head. "No, I'm not, Cinderella."

Eddie's eyes widen. There's no way...

"Did you really think I didn't know who you were?" Steve asks, and Eddie can't get a read on him, but he seems... upset.

"I'm sorry?"

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair again. “Eddie, I know it was you, and I want to know why you've been avoiding me all day. Like did it really mean nothing to you? Is that why you didn't tell me your name?"

Eddie's head spins a little too fast at the revelation, so he clarifies, "Wait, you knew it was me the whole time?"

"Yes. I thought you were just really pretending to be in character or something, but today you were icing me out. And I know we haven't really talked before Friday night, but I thought I was clear about wanting to change that."

"Then why did you face with your back toward me in the cafeteria?" Eddie blurts out without thinking.

"There was something on my chair," Steve answers easily.

"Oh." Okay, maybe Eddie is an idiot but, "Wait, you really knew who I was and still, "he lowers his voice and leans in, "...kissed me?"

A look of realization crosses over Steve's face before he smiles. "Eddie, I've been staring at you for weeks now, and I just hadn't gotten the courage to talk to you yet. You're pretty intimidating."

"Me? I'm intimidating? You're literally called 'King Steve.'" Steve frowns at the title, but Eddie continues, "I never thought I had a shot with you without the mask on - or even with the mask on. I was avoiding you today because I didn't want you to realize it was me and reject me."

"I thought you called yourself Cinderella because I was dressed as Prince Charming," Steve laughs.

"I didn't even realize that was Cinderella's prince!" Eddie nearly shrieks, laughing loudly along with Steve. "We're a disaster," he says through his laughter.

Steve takes a deep breath, trying to kill his laughter a little to say, "I think we should start over a little and go on a date. This time without fake names and the police showing up."

"No promises about the second one," Eddie says with a big smile.

Steve smiles and looks at him as if waiting for something.

"What?" Eddie asks.

Steve laughs anxiously. "Is that a yes to the date?"

"Oh! Christ. Yes! Yes, it is. Sorry," Eddie sighs and runs a hand over his face, noting the way his hands don't catch on a mask this time. Steve Harrington is fine with him being Cinderella - more than fine with it really. He narrows his eyes at Steve. "And this isn't a trick?"

"I thought it would be more of a treat," Steve jokes.

Eddie rolls his eyes and simultaneously laughs at the horrible pun. "Did you know that you're really charming?"

Another laugh is startled out of Steve who quickly tries to hide it. He looks down at the ground and says, "I'm having a hard time thinking of a joke about a slutty vampire."

Eddie groans, "Don't remind me."

"I wouldn't mind if you reminded me," Steve flirts.

"Christ," Eddie says, feeling a blush quickly rise on his cheeks.

The bell for lunch rings again, and this time Eddie wants to curse the entity responsible for it.

"I'll slip you my number later so you can call me later, Cinderella" Steve announces, walking back to the cafeteria where he left his stuff.

"I'm charmed," Eddie replies with a wink that has Steve getting slightly flustered.

As he rounds the corner and gets out of sight, Eddie can't help but think about how Steve really kept his promise about finding him. He also can't wait to have proof that all his friends were wrong, except maybe he was a little bit of a slutty vampire... But it definitely paid off.

And it definitely was a very happy Halloween.

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nerdpoe · 2 months

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Lost Boys AU (but not really it's just baby halfa Jason again)

Jason is...not doing so hot. His sleeping pattern is shot to shit. His pulse is abnormally low, even when he's working out, and it's messing up his bio-readings in his helmet.

It comes to a head when he gets shot in the thigh within view of Bruce, and is "gently" coerced into staying at the manor.

Things go from bad to worse, and it's awful but Damian is the only other one of Bruce's kids in the house with him, so the kid gets to see the creepy shit.

Bruce is out of the manor for most of the time, something about a case on top of Brucie appearances to settle down some sort of PR horrorshow.

Jason can't stomach Alfred's cooking. Titus and Alfred the Cat avoid him, going so far as to place themselves between him and Damian. He's getting paler. His heartbeat is getting even slower. He's going from "rough sleeping schedule" to "full on narcolepsy but only during the day". The fucking sunlight gives him a rash. He's lost his top and bottom canines and grown fucking fangs. His ears are slowly getting pointed.

Damian calls him out on it.

Damian shouts that he won't let a Vampire infiltrate the manor and hurt his family.

Jason barely manages to talk the brat down.

Then he goes to his room to crash.

He wakes up on the ceiling, unable to stop floating.

Or; Jason's slowly turning full halfa, a variant not cool with direct sunlight, as his core is Shadow. Ghost puberty is making him lose his appetite amongst other things, and this leads to misunderstandings. Mainly, that Damian thinks he's a vampire. And because Jason has no idea what the fuck a halfa is, he's inclined to agree.

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heavily inspired by this clip from The Lost Boys

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summary: aemond targaryen x afab childhood friend wife!reader

cw: intentional heavier valyrian usage (i used translators so if i’m wrong, please just pretend that i invented the language and i’m right), slight breath play-ish, reader isn’t related to aemond in any way (they’re just from a different royal family from elsewhere , visited as a kid and met aemond), pregnant!reader, the breeding and praise kinks aren’t explicitly stated but they’re more in his actions, flashback mention of teen aemond having a typical teen boy reaction and getting a boner bc he saw his crush bent over, aemond drinks reader’s breast milk like a vampire and cums, this au-ish storyline has been a long standing maladaptive daydream but this is just a kinktober post, stuck in the wall was also supposed to be included but i cheated and just mentioned it/same with the waxplay lmao, implied wax play later on, kinda unsafe and unrealistic sex (obviously), written with no thoughts

wc: 1.4k+

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not repost, translate, or give ai my works

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It’s been six moons since you discovered that you were with child. Your husband, Aemond Targaryen, had been smug beyond belief when the maester estimated that you conceived on your wedding night.

You were not prepared for how your body would transform in the coming months. You have to empty your bladder more often than not and a burning in your chest keeps you awake. One of the more annoying problems was the tremendous ache in your breasts.

Aemond awoke to your quiet groans, sitting up in bed was not easy for you these days.

With a yawn, not even bothering to put on his eyepatch, he sat up in bed beside you.

“What have I told you about making good use of me if you need something, raqiarzy? (beloved). You should still be resting.” He chides you.

“How can I sleep when my tits are full to bursting, Aemond?” You reply with a slightly bratty tone, and he gives you a brisk pat on your behind to settle you. It was gentler than his strikes usually are, he considers your health with every action after all.

He sighs and lumbers out of bed to light a candle, as naked as he was when he succumbed to slumber. The newfound influx of hormones guides your attention to hone in on his cock flopping in the air as he walks back to bed. The dried wax from your love making last night still stubbornly clung to both of your bodies. You would definitely need to take another bath in the morning.

“Ao līs daor emagon ryptan issa se ēlī jēda, issa jorrāelagon. (you must not have heard me the first time, my love)” Aemond reminds you, unable to stop you from getting up and sitting in front of your vanity.

If your husband did not know better, one would think that you were opposed to any night time…. activites. The tired amusement in your eyes beckons him forward, but he stays lounging on the bed and watching you run your fingers through your hair. Aemond resorts to teasing to obtain your attention, adoring how you always fall for it hook, line, and sinker.

“It feels as if it were only yesterday that we reunited all those years ago, you had gotten lost and ended up falling in a hole in the city’s walls on your visit.”

Your hands pause on their way to grab your hair brush, casting a weak glare towards him out of the corner of your left eye. You clear your throat but you make no attempts to hide your embarrassment at the thought of the past. Aemond holds eye contact with you through the mirror, resting the hand not holding his head up on his hip.

“I was six and ten, wallowing in nausea and nerves. Do not pretend that you were faring much better, husband. We had not laid eyes on each other for nearly a decade.”

You do not mention the sizable tent in his trousers he had carried around after he helped you out of the wall.

“At that time I was convinced the way I would see you again would be in death, there was only relief for me.” He says firmly, and you shyly peel your gaze away from the mirror.

As exhausted and drained as you are, your heart melts at the unwavering affection in his words. Aemond clearly grows bored of playing cat and mouse, because suddenly his torso is pressing flush against your back.

“If you can’t sleep, at least allow me to distract you from your discomfort.”

He cups the front of your neck and gently squeezes, you huff but understand his unspoken request and arch your back against him.

“Refrain from teasing me, valzȳrys (husband), for tonight at least.” You lean your head back and look up at him as his other hand drifts down to tug the bodice of your nightgown down.

Your slip of Valyrian earns you another quick squeeze. You gasp and Aemond seizes the opportunity to gather enough saliva in his mouth to spit into yours. Your throat bobs under his hand as you swallow and he pinches your nipple in appreciation.

“Hmm. I will do my very best, darling.”

You have learned by now that such assurances mean tragically little.

Aemond takes stock of your chest, sliding the hand cupping your throat to be able to grope at both of your breasts. He rolls them around in his palms and kneads them as if he were in the kitchen handling dough. You moan at the sheer relief and his sapphire eye seems to sparkle at you in some kind of wink.

“These heavy tits must be remarkably sore, so full and with no one to drain them of their milk.”

You nod helplessly, more than ready for him to abandon his games and do just that.

One of his hands temporarily abandons your breast to push your head back down so you’d look at the mirror. You sit there, enraptured in the sight of milk beading to the tips of your nipples and leaking out.

Aemond catches it as well and groans, pinching at your nipples a bit meaner and squeezing your tits tightly to coax more milk out.

“Gevie (beautiful) , all this food for our future dragon. You are glowing brighter than any moon, raqiarzy (beloved).”

Your cheeks heat with embarrassment, never being able to take compliments with grace, and gaze down at your lap. A firm hand sinks into your hair and pulls it so you return your gaze to your sticky tits. Aemond swipes his fingers through the milky trails running down your tits. He whorishly brings them to his mouth and sucks them dry, smirking at you in the mirror as he grunts.

Your ornate vanity chair is swiftly turned around, and your lap is drowned in white hair when he falls to his knees before you.

“Aemond, what are you-“ Your words are cut off by a greedy mouth latched around your right nipple. Your husband is being mindful of his teeth and starts to rapidly suckle.

His free hand pets at the hair above your mound absentmindedly. An agonized groan floats through the air as his sucking picks up speed. You clutch onto the back of his head with both hands and run your fingers through his fine hair.

“Gods, Aemond, thank you thank you thank you. Such a devoted husband, I love you.” You do not say it often, your shy nature comes into play regarding that sort of thing, but the immensity of it must take a toll on your husband.

His groans are muffled by your teats and you have to swipe away stray drops of milk that dribble out of his mouth as he drains you.

Somewhere along the way he switches to your other breast when the previous one had nothing more to give. Your cunt howls in need for additional stimulation but the feeling of your chest pain fading away urges you to let your dearly beloved have his fill of your body. There are times in which you say it is his right.

You notice that Aemond has been grinding his weeping cock against the floor. He appears to have synced his thrusts to his suckling, and seeing how drunk he is off your milk meant for his future child makes you just as ravenous as his cock is for a hole to fuck.

Your arms wrap around Aemond in a fierce hug, surrendering yourself to your cunt’s way of thinking. Even if he wanted to pull away, your grip gave him no means to do so. His face is squished into your tits and his eye rolls back, continuing his suckling and writhing.

He rips his mouth away from you to loudly exclaim, and you are startled by how his mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and his form locks up. Aemond weakly thrusts his hips through his apparent peak, the burst of fluids spewing out onto the floor. A few spurts of it lands on your legs, and in the depths of your depravity you eagerly scoop it up to shove in your mouth.

You run your fingers through Aemond’s hair again to assist him in coming back down, and once he does you are quickly swooped up in his arms and delicately thrown back onto the bed.

“Do not confuse a curse for a blessing, issa dāria (my queen). My cock is likelier to grow wings and take flight than it is to run out of seed to stuff this puffy cunny with. Sir sagon nykeā sȳz ābrazȳrys (now be a good wife), and endure it for me, hm?”

You will be greeting the approaching dawn with countless more pieces of dried wax.

#this is so bad jace's was better #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd x you #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond #aemond targaryen smut #aemond smut #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x you #hotd smut #house of the dragon x reader #tw pregnancy

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daceydeath · 2 years

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Light in the Dark

Chapter 1 - The Bar, the Boy and the Bookstore

Parings: Chan x Female Reader Series: Creatures of Chaos -Part 1 Word Count: 4.9k Genre: Romance, vampire au, Fluff, Angst, Warnings: Swearing, supernatural themes, suggestive themes

You knew the fairy tales were true, you knew Oddinaries existed but you also knew you were an ordinary human who wasn't considered interesting to anyone. At least that is what you thought you knew.

"The night is dark and full of horrors!" your grandmother prophesied ominously as you finished adjusting your hair in the hallway mirror. Your had spent the last half an hour getting ready for a night out with some friends and as normal she had flitted about spilling out worries of curses and ill deeds. Rolling your eyes at your reflection you continued smoothing your hair in the dim hallway light.

"Dark and full of horrors" she wailed this time far more dramatically.

"That's what happens at night Grandma it gets dark" you muttered back as your phone pinged to let you know your bestie Mimi was down stairs. I'll be home later grandma, love you" she warily smiled as she gripped your hand tightly before letting go for you to leave.

Your grandmother had lived with you all of your life and although you loved her so dearly she did sound like a medieval crone the way she endlessly worried about curses, "evil" supernatural creatures and magic. It had gotten worse recently even though, the Unveiling an event which lead to the revelation that many of the beings believed to be only works of folklore actually existed, had occurred some 50 years earlier. It had been a whirlwind of change as society began to accept Fae Folk, Elves and alike which had profited your family greatly in the end. Her concern had always been with the beings considered to be evil in nature, even though you had never met a being who you would have considered evil, she was terrified of Vampires, Werewolves and anything she deemed to be a Demon in disguise. But she was your grandmother and she had helped care for you since you were a baby and she did after all make the best tea and cakes you had ever eaten.

Getting in the cab waiting at the curbside you smiled brightly at your best friend before whisking away to the new bar that had opened just a few suburbs over. A few drinks, some dancing and a good catch up was just what you needed on a Friday night to unburden all the mundane week woes that Mimi always seemed to have had. Mimi had started a new job a few month ago so she was still having issues with her new co workers some of which were not human, you were still only working at a small bookstore that your family had owned for generations, plus the endless worry of both your families about you.

The new bar which Mimi had discovered was called Ordinary, a strange name for a bar you thought, and it was pumping when you pulled up lively music spilling out onto the street the neon red and green signage throwing patterns across the entrance. Grinning to yourselves you and Mimi quickly found two places at the end of the long bar and ordered your drinks chatting about anything and everything you began to feel the stress of your week fading.

"I'm having so much trouble with the Fae I work with she is so cold to me I don't know what to do" Mimi complained sighing dramatically

"Have you tried looking up what her culture is like? I mean you might be doing something offensive and you wouldn't even know if you don't try to figure it out" You replied trying to defuse her inevitable dramatic outburst. Having worked at your family's bookstore for the past few years while you were still studying had given you a far greater understanding of other beings. You had made friendly acquaintances with several witches, a few Fae Folk, an extremely sweet Elven girl and even an old and seemly grumpy warlock, named Aloysius, who often had you scouring tomes for hour looking for exactly what he wanted.

"I guess but why would you want to work in our world if your going to be sensitive about things?" Mimi frowned oblivious to how obnoxious she sounded

"Because she probably needs to pay her bills just like everyone else. I mean Mimi, come on it's not that hard to be nice" you lectured softly knowing that Mimi was just frustrated with her job not her co-workers. She sighed dramatically before slipping from the bar stool

"Bathroom break I'll be back" Mimi announced loudly giggling you finished your drink before opening your phone to go through your socials. That was when you felt someone was watching you. Looking around subtly you couldn't see anyone showing any interest in you but still you couldn't shake the feeling someone was staring at you.

It was just another night the boys had dragged him along to a new bar hoping to find an easy hook up or two to fill their time and he was going to be bored again. The new bar, Changbin had assured him catered to their kinds, it was run by another vampire or perhaps he had said warlock and had a secret entrance to a seperate section that would give them freedom and anonymity towards the back of the bar beyond the bathrooms and kitchen entrances. But for now they stayed in the front, the acceptable section, Hyunjin had called it at some point watching the clientele that would potentially become their late night entertainment.

Babysitting his brothers was how he usually referred to these trips out. Stopping Jeongin and Han getting too over excited, keeping Minho in a good mood if he even came along, keeping Changbin's anger in check and very occasionally fishing Hyunjin and Felix out of trouble if they tried to make a move on a taken human. It was tiring and often more trouble than it was worth but he loved his boys and would put up with just about anything to make them happy.

He had only been there for a couple of hours watching as the boys either danced with humans or drank in the booth they had acquired with him. His interest had been peaked though when the thought he saw a flash of a design that seemed familiar to him it had appeared in a gap in the crowd. He scanned the bar with his eyes lazily until they landed on an ordinary looking human girl with cropped hair sitting with another girl at the bar. She didn't appear anything other than an ordinary to his eyes except for the small design that adorned the pendant sitting at her throat. The longer he watched her the more he was convinced that it was in fact a Vega symbol surrounded by small rose branches. It had been many hundreds of years since he had seen that symbol anywhere let alone anyone wearing it out in the open.

Still unable to shake the feeling you were being watched you glanced around the bar hoping to discover the source of the increasing uncomfortable feeling running up your spine. Turning slightly further to your right your eyes met a pair of deep dark ones belonging to an attractive guy on the other side on the room tilting his head slightly in greeting and smiling softly once he realised he had been caught staring you smiled quickly blushing before turning back to the bar as Mimi returned. You continued chatting as the handsome stranger observed you his blatant stare feeling less uncomfortable and more flattering as time wore on. After all you were with a friend you didn't feel unsafe. After another few drinks you checked the time and realised you would need to get home so that you could get to work on time in the morning

I think I've had enough for one night Mimi I'm going to head home" you almost shouted over the music "do you want to share a cab?"

"I think I might stay" Mimi shouted back "there are a few girls over there that I know from the gym I might just stay with them" you nodded and walked her over to the booth she mentioned promising to text her later as she settled in you waved goodbye and made your way outside to head home.

"You know if you spoke to her instead of staring you might actually have a good time" Hyunjin chuckled sitting down across the booth from Chan.

"It's not like you would strike out either she blushed when she saw you and not in an 'uncomfortable how do I react' sort of way more in a 'I think he's attractive way' " Felix agreed knocking back his drink in one gulp.

"Shut up" Chan grumbled into his drink as he watched you walk over to a booth of girls that had been eyeing Felix and Hyunjin all night.

"Oh if she is staying with them you could dance with her!" Han bounced excitedly as he teased Chan "the one with the braid has her eye on Hyunjin and the girl with the fringe is interested in Felix"

"How could she not be interested in me "Hyunjin smirked sending a flirty look to the booth.

"Again for the love of god shut up" Chan groaned this time fighting the urge to cover his face.

"I wouldn't worry about it hyung" Jeongin murmured "she's not staying with them" watching glancing quickly back to his drink.

Chan's eyes shot up to your retreating figure as you appeared to be making for the exit. Letting go of a breath he didn't realise he was holding he watched you leave and get into one of the taxis waiting out the front. He knew he had missed his chance but he was also relieved he couldn't quite remember what exactly that symbol handing from your rather alluring your neck meant and he wanted to know that before he approached you and he would approach you eventually he had heard enough of your conversation with your friend, thank you supernatural hearing, to know how to find you again.

"Her friend is staying though if that helps" Jeongin continued still unsure if Chan was even listening. Chan nodded slowly thinking over what he would even say to your friend if he was to speak to her. I seemed to be the height of poor manners to show interest in a woman to just ask her about her friends at least in his book his brothers had much looser feelings about morality now that they were more out in the open but Chan had always viewed himself more traditional, even if it was probably just because of his age.

Still mulling over what to do he noticed that Hyunjin, Felix and Changbin had taken to the dancefloor with some of the girls he watched as they made them blush and flirt back wishing he was less awkward. Han, however, had come up with an idea when Changbin returned to the booth for another round Han had started whispering to him frantically while subtly gesturing to the girls on the dance floor.

Saturday mornings were usually pretty dead for you so early in the morning so you took your time with opening the bookstore on weekends. Pulling up the shutters and unlocking the door you began to ready the store for any customers who, probably wouldn't, but may appear. It was clear this morning although the weather crisp it made for a lovely view of the street as you busied yourself dusting the endless rare books that your family always managed to acquire and straightening the new more mainstream books. The bell above the door chimed surprising you slightly as no one normally came in before lunch

"You here babes? I bought you coffee" Mimi called out sweetly making a beeline for the counter. You lent over the upper floor railing to see her still in the clothes from last night.

"So I'm assuming you had a very good night then? You didn't even answer my got home safe text. Does it count as a walk of shame if you go to a book store instead of your house?"

"I have so much to tell you" Mimi grinned, you rolled your eyes and shook your head at her before taking a long sip of the glorious coffee in front of you waiting for her to continue. "So his name is Changbin and he is drop dead gorgeous. He wouldn't confirm it but I'm pretty sure he wasn't fully human he was far too strong not to mention how rough he could be if he wanted to" you screwed up your face but she continued anyway "he had such handsome friends too Keiko hooked up with this guy who looked like he was sculpted by the gods. A few of them were definitely halfers and there was one guy that had seemed interested in you but you left before he could introduce himself"

"You can not call them that! it's rude as hell and mean Mimi" you countered before she could continue with her details.

"Yeah, yeah how am I mean to describe them then? they definitely were not fully human too good looking and too smooth" she continued with zero shame. "And like I said he had a friend that you would absolutely like we could even double date if you wanted".

The bell on the front door jingled again and you quickly shooed Mimi away to make it look like you were not just gossiping

"Thanks for the coffee but you should go now I've got customers" you whispered waving before walking towards who ever had just entered.

"Good morning welcome to Hawthorne and Bramble" you chirped "if you are looking for rare books you have come to the right place if you need assistance please just call" you returned to the counter to finish your coffee before it cooled. The guy continued to browse for some time as others came in and out to purchase stationary or popular fiction.

"Miss?" a warm deep voice called to you from upstairs you instantly made your way towards to him smiling

"Of course sir what can I get you?"

"Do you have any books on folklore beings or magical beings?" he enquired in a voice that seemed to sooth like honey you felt your cheeks flush slightly at your thoughts of him. Before nodding and leading him towards the back of the store.

"All our folklore and magic books and tomes are here. The more fiction based books are downstairs. Is there anything in particular you are after?" your question stopping him momentarily as he glanced from the books on the shelves to your face for the first time giving you a good look at him. His features were incredibly attractive a small high nose, plump lips, pretty blue eyes and a sprinkling of freckles that dusted his cheekbones. His silver hair fell across his forehead making him look far younger than he probably was considering the depth of his voice. In short he was breathtaking to look at and you had to force yourself to avert your gaze back to the shelf to avoid him noticing the blush that was now surely staining your cheeks and neck.

"I'm looking for anything you have on vampires or vampire lore" he grinned cheekily catching on to how flustered you looked "The rarer the better to be truthful"

"I'm afraid we only have these four or five books that relate solely to vampire the others are all a bit more generally about supernatural beings" you tried your best to sound professional even if you heartbeat was going through the roof, pulling the books from the shelves he didn't even bother to look at the titles before looking back at you

"I'll take all of them then thank you Miss"

Nodding you went to take the books from his before he shook his head and indicated for you to head back to the counter he followed dutifully behind carrying all of the books you had mentioned. Placing them gently down for you to package up for him as he handed over a credit card to pay for them.

"Thank you for coming to Hawthorne and Bramble please visit us again" you smiled shyly as you gave him the handles of the bag of books "Should you need further books or older tomes I can have them sourced and brought in for you if it is possible for us"

"No thank you. you have been very helpful Miss…?" his bright eyes met yours and a feeling of calmness filled you. You answered quickly feeling odd that you would tell him your name so freely. You usually didn't have much small talk with customers you didn't know especially those who bought the rare books preferring not to pry or seem too interested.

"Well until next time then" he smiled almost too sweetly before exiting, before you had too much time to dwell on it though another customer entered and took your attention.

Stepping back out into the sunshine Felix grinned as he made his way back down the block to where Chan was waiting.

"Did you get all the tomes?" Chan asked slowly quirking his head at Felix's expression

"Yes I did I bought all they had…oh and I got her name for future reference" Felix smirked watching Chan stiffen slightly. Chan furrowed his brows before turning back towards their townhouse Felix trailing behind him with a bounce in his steps. The boys all adored Chan but he was so much fun to tease that they couldn't help teasing him nearly all the time.

Returning home Chan quickly returned himself and the tomes to his study, Felix had done well some of them were well over a hundred years old and although most were written by humans who had encountered one or more vampires one was written by a vampire. Settling down to read for the rest of the early morning Chan was hopeful to find what he was looking for.

Minho had heard Chan and Felix come home early usually none of them left the house before lunch so it had peaked his interest that his dearest friends were up to something but busied himself with making breakfast to pass the time. The others would be down to eat soon anyway and as the house warlock he had also taken over a good portion of the cooking duties as he was more familiar with each species Chan had inevitably brought home. All ate normal foods which made it easier to prepare but he could never be too sure if Chan would adopt a different more difficult to handle species. Cambion, Fae Folk, Pixies and Werewolves ate exactly like normal humans with occasional specialty herbs or spices that Minho could add Sirens tended to prefer seafood but Jeongin was never fussy since he was far too polite to ever complain or even request certain dishes be prepared for him and the average Incubi was easy to feed it was just Hyunjin who was overly fussy much to Minho's annoyance. The kitchen door swung open forcefully as Changbin and Han were the first to enter instantly taking their mugs of coffee that Minhon had already prepared for them.

"So let me get this right" Han started plopping himself down gracelessly at the kitchen table "you brought her friend home to hook up with her even after I asked you to get a bit of info out of her and she didn't get suspicious at all?" confusion coloured his words before he sipped his coffee

"Well first of all how could she resist this?" Changbin grinned flexing his biceps causing Han and Minho to fake gag "and secondly she was pretty tipsy and all over me I wasn't going to turn her down and I planted the idea that I had a friend with would be perfect for her friend to date"

"What and who are you even talking about? Is this about that girl who thought she was sneaking out of here this morning?" Minho asked faking interest in his friends love lives. Truthfully he didn't give a shit but if it made them happy he would support them and eventually one of them would have to find a mate anyway.

"Chan found a girl last night but was too scared to talk to her so Han and I thought we would help a brother out" Chanbin shrugged taking a long pull from his mug "I asked he friend some questions, bought her a couple of drinks then brought her back here"

"Chan wasn't scared he was just too reserved about it you know how old fashioned he is and besides he was hung up on something about her anyway" Han added defensively Minho had just about finished cooking when Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin arrived each taking their normal place at the table

"I have never seen him this interested in a human before" Minho grumbled putting the last plate of food down in front of the others as Felix appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah he seemed far too interested to not do anything about it" Hyunjin agreed digging into the pancakes on his plate "I mean what if she had stayed and had hooked up with some other guy?" he trailed off watching Felix casually walk in and sit across from him

"That was never going to happen" Changbin interrupted scooping eggs onto his plate "He looked like he would have gotten feral if just some dude put his hands on her. I mean shit if she showed interest in any of us he would have been beyond furious"

"Good thing it was me that went into the bookshop to see her this morning then even if I did get her to blush" Felix smirked before shoveling cereal into his mouth.

"I'm sorry what the actual fuck?" Han yelped spitting toast and egg across the table "I did not put in all that time planning and getting wolfman over here to get info out of her drunk friend for you to sweep in and take the glory Fae boy!"

"You put in what time exactly? It was me who brought her home and got her talking before we…" Changbin started to argue

"Yes Changbin we heard the time and effort you put in" Seungmin sourly interrupted sarcasm dripping from his voice as he buttered some toast "Could we not be reminded over breakfast" Changbin grinned before they all continued to eat in silence for a few minutes

"Besides her name did you get anything else from your outing this morning Felix?" Minho tried again to get to the bottom of this human girl situation without the crude details from the others

"Nothing other than a few tomes on vampires and the fact that she is very pretty, she has brown eyes, she blushes a fantastic colour and he does in fact wear a necklace that has a vega symbol surrounded by branches although I'm not sure if they were rose branches like Chan said" Felix shrugged noticing the look of exasperation on Minho's face "Besides I know Vega symbols aren't super common in human jewellery who says she doesn't have a witch for a friend who gave it to her anyone like us would know that symbol is for protection. It wouldn't be too strange to think she got it as a gift or just bought it because she liked it, jewellery with ancient symbols goes in and out of fashion constantly"

"Her family has had that bookshop for ages according to her friend" Changbin interjected "Maybe one of the patrons of the tomes gave it to them instead of payment that used to be fairly common"

"Hold on her friend? have you not even remembered her name?" Seungmin teased causing a mix of chuckles and smirks to erupt around the table and a disgruntled noise from the werewolf

"Yeah two hundred years ago maybe Binnie but she could have befriended any of the long term customers that book shop is the only one to specialise in the kinds of tomes they have" Jeongin interrupted waving his jam covered toast "so it could just be like a heirloom or something she might not even know what it is except that it's pretty"

"Or" snapped Chan "you could keep from speculating about my damn business" He brown eyes flashing almost black in annoyance. Jeongin looked down at his plate blanching slightly at the look Chan had given them he didn't like angering the vampire especially since he had taken them all in when they needed help. Chan was a sort of collector of stray souls helping non human beings assimilate into society whilst hiding in plain sight to help them survive his kindness saving each of them from potential death had they been discovered. "Its alright Jeongin" Chan softened instantly seeing the young siren in distress serving himself some bacon and eggs "I'm not angry"

"Why are you so moody then?" Han asked hesitantly and softly "you seemed happier than you have been in decades when you saw her last night then this morning you looked like you wanted to rip apart anyone who spoke"

"Her necklace. I couldn't remember it even though I should have, that frustrated me more than it should have. I'm sorry if I was hard on you" Chan apologised just as softly being the head of the little rag tag family meant he nearly never apologised. His word was usually heeded as law and usually he was level headed but your appearance last night has shaken him more than he would ever want to admit. The kitchen was suddenly silent

"Did you just apologise? Chan? to us?" Felix spluttered shocked at this development

"I'm pretty sure that hasn't happened in three hundred years" Hyunjin teased eyes sparkling "should we throw some sort of party?"

"Don't make me take it back" Chan snipped suppressing a teasing smile "anyway I found that symbols like vega aren't that rare as you know but the surround of rose branches makes it rarer. Its a symbol of a clan that was around about 700 years ago they wore it for protection as they worked and travelled I'm not sure if hers is an original but if it was it would have words 'tenebrae finiantur in lucem' engraved around the edge of it. Did you happen to see anything like that Felix while you were making her blush?" Chan finished looking to the younger boy who looked like he was trying hard to remember every single detail about his encounter with you and not noticing the borderline exasperated look on Chan's face.

"To be honest Chan I didn't see anything like that but I also didn't know to look at it that closely. I could always go back to get another book and look at it to see if it did though" Felix's eyes shone hopefully trying to help his older brother however he could and talking with you hadn't been difficult for him he thought you were cute.

"What does that mean anyway? I know its latin but it's been a few centuries since I bothered to use latin" Segumin asked genuinely interested where this development was going.

"The darkness will be ended by the light" Minho answered easily flicking his fingers to vanish the used dishes away.

"Indeed. It was the creed of a clan of hunters they had families all over the world who specialised in hunting vampires, werewolves and demons to protect humanity. Although usually they themselves were not all that holy usually they were more dangerous than us. I would like to find out if she is in fact descended from them" Chan explained easily sipping his tea.

"Are you shitting me you finally take interest in anyone outside our little band of the damned and it's a woman who hunts our kind? have you gone senile? Chanbin exploded suddenly standing

"Chill out Binnie you will give yourself a hernia. Chan knows what he doing" Han immediately grabbing him by his arm pulling him back down to the table "besides there are no hunters anymore he said it was from hundreds of years ago"

"There are no more monster hunters" Chan reassured him "my kind killed nearly all of them and if she was one she did a lousy job identifying any of us last night or more importantly Felix this morning" the mood in the kitchen became pensive again.

"So are you going to ponder this forever or are you going to fuck her?" Minho asked loudly causing Chan to glare at him "what it's a legitimate question" he shrugged watching Chan closely and the others snickered

"Considering he's never spoken too her, stared at her for an hour from across the bar on a night out and has now sent Lix into do recconasance on her I would say no he is probably just going to stalk her until she dies of natural causes" Hyunjin smirked getting to his feet "besides I wanted to go paint in the park so I will be heading out today" striding from the kitchen into the rest of the house.

"I mean the haughty Incubi and cranky Warlock have a point. You do sort of seem creepy just staring and stuff" Han ventured running out of the room giggling before Minho could send some sort of spell after him.

Minho shook his head at the door the Pixie had just run through before turning his attention back to his older brother who was sitting looking intently into his tea.

"I'll go in tomorrow or Monday I need to see if the grimoire I asked for has arrived." Minho offered tentatively "besides if she saw you last night she might panic if you appear again so soon" Chan nodded sighing.

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*this chapter contains mature content (and a little dubcon which can be triggering to some audiences)

With a pained grimace, Hyunjin squeezes the last drops of blood from his wound into the wooden bowl. The liquid pools in the bowl, its crimson color reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace. The warmth from the fire mixed with the metallic scent of the blood, fills the air with an unsettling aroma.

As his older brother, Felix, hands him a handkerchief, you can't help but notice the embroidered peacock on it. The rainbow-feathered bird brings back memories of the past, reminding you of the complex history between your family and the supernatural world.

“That peacock, it’s the same as the one on my grandmother’s beret, what does it mean?”

Felix sits down with the bowl and grabs a few of the ingredients Jisung had given him for the spell. It’s fascinating, watching Felix work with blood conjure. You can tell from the way he mixes ingredients without second thought, that he was once a skilled witch. Being a vampire made it easy for you to forget about him sometimes. “Remember when we first met, and I told you the beret was a wedding gift for my mother?” He looks up at you from the bowl, where he’s mixing the blood with his pale finger.

Felix continues, "The peacock is a brilliant creature, it represents divinity, beauty, and protection. That piece was made with melted gold blended with the blood of every supernatural creature in the world. It took years to create."

As Felix draws a circle around them with his fingertips coated in thick, dark blood, he beckons Hyunjin to join him. The younger brother hesitates, his stomach growling with hunger. He had been weakened by the earlier session with the UVB wand and knew he needed to feed soon.

"Their feathers are said to keep away evil. Perhaps it was all superstition, she was killed over it, after all," Felix murmurs, his eyes distant. His fingers run over the tail feathers, feeling the thread underneath his pads. He picks up the handkerchief, examining it before tossing it into the fire, watching it burn to ashes.

"Thanks for reminding me to get rid of that, I'd like to forget Edith altogether after this mess is over," Felix says with a half-smile before turning to his sibling. "Alright brother, remember how this goes?"

“I never forgot.” He speaks.

The brothers pierce the palms of their hands simultaneously and hold them across the circle from one another. Hyunjin finds comfort in staring into Felix's dark eyes, a rare moment of peace between them. Felix is always more advanced in conjuring and used to sit with Hyunjin, teaching him little spells like moving objects or finding lost items back when they were human. Despite their past conflicts, they know they have no one but each other. Hyunjin doesn't trust anyone, but he knows he can always trust his brothers. He knows none of them were perfect, they had all crossed each other in many ways in the past, but with time they realized they had nobody else but each other.

The door opens, causing all four of you to look up.

Chan abruptly halts, his gaze fixated on the doorway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he says, his voice laced with confusion as he takes a few steps back, his hand hovering over the door handle. You scamper towards the door, swiftly slipping through it before delicately closing it shut behind you, leaving the brothers and Jisung to tend to their experiment.

"Hey, are you heading to bed? I'm beat," you say, reaching out to grasp Chan's arm, your fingers grazing over his inner forearm before intertwining with his. He reciprocates your touch with a gentle squeeze, silently expressing his appreciation for your affection.

"Yeah, I'm completely drained. The Full Moon really took it out of me, and the curse isn't helping either," he replies, shutting the door behind you with a soft click. "Any news on Hyunjin?"

You sink into the softness of the bed, slipping off your shoes and pulling the quilted blanket over your body. As you nestle in, you share the details of the experiment with Chan, recounting the painstaking process of running the wand over Hyunjin's body.

You know all too well the consequences of being discovered, of being outed as a supernatural being. It's a fate you both dread, and one you'll do anything to avoid. Together, you slip into a heavy silence, each lost in your own thoughts.

Chan sits on the edge of the bed, his mind a tempestuous whirlwind inside his head. He can’t quite shake the unease that had settled into his bones. He stares off into space for a moment, lost in his own thoughts before finally breaking the silence.

"UVB isn't full spectrum like the sun, but it fucking sucks," Chan says, his voice low and somber. "A lot of people don't know that about us," he adds, trailing off as he stares down at his feet. "We'd like to keep it that way."

You nod in agreement, propping yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. Chan's muscles tense as he shrugs his shirt off over his head, the fabric landing carelessly on the floor. He looks over at you, his eyes soft and tired, his curly hair a mess.

"Find out anything interesting from Santiago?" you ask, trying to distract yourself from the knot in your stomach that his name always caused. You weren't ready to confront those feelings yet, not now.

Chan lifts the sheet, covering himself up to his chest as he turns to face you. "Well, first of all, he's no regular demon," Chan says, his voice laced with exhaustion. "He's an archdemon, which is a way bigger deal."

You try not to react, but your expression betrays you, because it catches his attention, and he sits up with a puzzled look. “You know about archdemons, right?”

You shift your body weight, laying onto your back, your hands crossed atop your tummy as you blow out a sigh. “I do, but I didn’t know he was one. I guess that would explain a lot–” You realize now you don’t have much of a choice.

“Santiago is my ex, Chan.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, the sound echoing through your entire body as you admit the truth to him. His eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, the only sound in the room is the soft rustling of the sheets as he shifts to face you. You wait with bated breath, your eyes closed, for him to flip his shit. As you lay there in silence, trying to process everything that had just happened, you feel Chan's gaze on you. When you finally open your eyes, you catch him looking at you with a mixture of surprise and relief.

He had sensed that something was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Hearing your explanation is like a weight lifted off his shoulders, and his paranoia dissipates.

In that moment, Chan can’t help but to also feel a sense of satisfaction. Knowing that an archdemon was pining after his little witch was almost like a badge of honor, and certainly it would keep them safer.

"The ex that abandoned you before we met?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "You didn't mention him being an archdemon?"

"Because I didn't know," you reply, your gaze fixed on the ceiling above. "I guess he didn't want me to know."

Chan moves closer to you, his hand reaching out to stroke the peach fuzz hairs in front of your ear. "Tell me, little witch," he murmurs, "how do you feel now, after seeing him again?"

You let out a chuckle, feeling the tension start to dissipate. "Is that a trick question?"

"A trick answer would be a waste of the conversation," Chan replies, his thumb tracing feather-light circles along your bottom lip. You revel in the sensation of his touch, savoring every moment of it. "I promise I'm not mad at you. How can I be? You told me about him, and you didn't know he was Minho's friend."

With that, he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss against your lips, a silent promise that everything would be okay.

You gaze into Chan's eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you find is honesty and vulnerability. It's a rare moment of intimacy between the two of you, and it catches you off guard.

"I don't really know what I feel," you confess, "I guess I'm a little... angry? I just, it's stupid but I want to know why, why did he disappear like that? To open a coffee shop in Twilight Harbour, Virginia?"

As you speak, Chan listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. You can sense the concern emanating from him, and it makes your heart flutter. It's a comfort to be able to be open and honest with him like this, but at the same time, you're afraid of pushing your luck. Your emotions are complex, and you need a night of sleep to truly figure out what's going on inside your mind.

"I wish I could give you that answer myself, but I can't fathom leaving you, I don't want to," Chan says, placing his hand atop yours on your belly. "But if I had to guess, I'd say he probably wanted to protect you, just like I do. If my choices were to leave you or endanger you, that's the only time you'll never see me again."

You take a deep breath, considering his words carefully. "Why... are you so chill about this?"

Chan lies onto his back, his gaze shifting up towards the ceiling. "If it wasn't for my ex, I wouldn't have you right here, right now," he says with a small smile. Despite the tiny pang of overprotection, he feels towards you, Chan knows better than to let it consume him. "I'm just hoping your ex can help us clear this curse, and then we never have to look back into our pasts ever again."

You nod, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket.

A frantic succession of knocks rattles the door, making you jump.

“Are you guys having sex?” Jisung's voice echoes through the door, loud enough to make your cheeks flush. You glance up at Chan, hoping that he's not too embarrassed. After all, you're not exactly comfortable with your ex hearing about everything going on down here, just in case he also has unnatural hearing capabilities.

“No, Jisung, we are not having sex.” Your voice is tinged with annoyance, but you try to keep it low so that your ex doesn't hear. The door opens, and Jisung pokes his head in, looking around before coming inside and closing the door behind him. He slips out of his shoes and collapses face-first into his bed across the room from you two.

“Any luck?” Chan asks, his voice low and serious.

Jisung groans, turning onto his back. “Felix tried something simple, just a locator spell for all of you brothers that share the same bloodline. He channeled Felix, and I started it, but Hyunjin passed out. It was too much.”

“Did he pass out because he actually conjured? Because if so, that's still progress,” Chan says, his eyes narrowed as he tries to figure out what's going on.

“I don’t know,”

Jisung holds the jade talisman he's wearing a few inches above his face, turning it over between his fingers. He sighs, his brow furrowed in frustration. He's beginning to tire of the major shifts in his consciousness that this talisman keeps dragging him between. Besides, he wants to remember everything himself, not through the words of others.

But there's nothing he can do now. Perhaps when they get back to safety, he and Felix can finagle some memory spell, but messing with the brain isn't light work in conjure. One mishap, and you can ruin a person's mind forever.

You feel a pang of concern for Hyunjin's safety. "Felix didn't think it would be safe for me to stick around any longer, so we wrapped it up and they're drinking blood bag capri suns now," Jisung continues, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of the situation. His new question breaks the silence. "When's the last time you've fed, man?" he asks, his gaze fixed on Chan.

The hybrid shrugs nonchalantly. "I get by with some from little witch here and there, and the blood bags. I don't really need as much as my brothers, Jisung, remember?"

Jisung's expression turns serious. "I don't think we should spare any expense when it comes to our lives. It's not even the third quarter yet, the moon's barely full. You've got to fill up one tank because the other is a gamble."

"If I'm to appease my vampire to the capacity at which you're referring to, I'm going to have to kill someone," Chan retorts.

The room falls silent, the weight of Chan's words hanging in the air. "I mean, whaddya want me to say Chan? People die every day. I'm just trying to make sure it's not us. It's a dog eat dog world out there these days," Jisung says, his words laced with a hint of resignation.

"Dog eat dog, is it? Is it really, Jisung?" Chan says with a chuckle.

"Hey, technically you're a wolf," Jisung quips, pointing at Chan before he can respond. The two banter back and forth, their words filling the room with a sense of ease. You find yourself drifting off to sleep, their voices merging into a comforting, muffled blur.

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"Every time their minds fall unconscious, my curse takes over, you see? Do you SEE?!" The woman’s voice strains, and the eyes of her assistant widen with fear.

A sharp smack across skin echoes through the room, followed by maniacal, shrill laughter. He recoils, but Edith remains impassive.

"Little by little, each Full Moon pushes them further and further," she says in a low, measured tone.

"Patience," she adds, sweeping her gaze across the room.

"You have the most patience, Miss Edith, the most patience of anyone, Miss Edith," the speaker whispers. "But Miss Edith, may I ask a question?"

There is a hollow pause before she answers, her voice flat and emotionless. "Ask it."

"They are working with demons, Miss Edith. What will we do if they succeed?" Fear drips from the speaker's words.

Another sharp slap sounds in the darkness, causing everyone to flinch.

"You will make sure that doesn't happen, won't you, Oliver?" Edith's voice is soft, but deadly. Oliver nods vigorously, his eyes wide with fear.

The room falls silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. No one dares to speak, knowing any misstep could be their undoing.

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Rare moments like these are a true treasure. The sensation of waking up before Chan without stirring him is something you have only experienced a handful of times before. Your body has grown accustomed to the ungodly hour, and as you blink awake, the strange conversation from your dream fades away into a half-forgotten memory.

You feel a sense of worry as you gaze upon Chan, however, his body in a deep slumber. The only thing keeping him in an extended daytime death like this would be weakness. Jisung's words from the night before echo in your mind, reminding you of Chan's starvation and rationing of your blood. Without you, he would be feeding like any other hybrid. You can't help but wonder if he feels pressure to maintain his humanity around you. But of course, he does. He hates what he is.

Despite the worry, you find Chan beautiful in his slumber. The way he rests in peace, a solid weight of man in the bed next to you, it captivates your attention. You lean over to pick up the matches from the small bedside table and strike one, lighting the candle to bring some light to the room so you can gaze upon your lover.

Normal people might use an early morning hour to appreciate their partner's light freckles or wispy lashes. But for you, in the dead of night, it's a moment to observe Chan's stillness. You pick up the cresset, your index finger sliding into the loop so you can bring the candle closer to his face. If he were human, this would be a terrifying sight indeed. Chan doesn't breathe when he sleeps; he doesn't need to. All of the brothers have adapted to breathing as a way to assimilate into human society. So, he lies there, pale and unmoving, eyes closed, lips tightly pressed together.

You guide the candlelight down his chest, the covers messily bunched underneath his hips to cover his lower half. His left hand rests across his chest, and his right is splayed out, wrist hanging over the edge of the bed. If someone were to die in their sleep, this is probably how they would be discovered.

You touch Chan's arm, and it feels like a corpse deep in the stages of rigor mortis. His flesh is firmer than usual and much colder. Felix and Hyunjin naturally run cooler than Chan, but when he sleeps, it's as if his body goes into cryogenesis.

You catch Jisung shifting in his bed across the room, letting out a groan as he stretches and sits up.

"Mmmff," he murmurs, slowly bringing his legs over the edge with a yawn. "He's still asleep?" He manages to get out, squinting to see you in the darkness. You look down at Chan and sigh softly.

The eerie feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you gaze upon Chan's lifeless form. You've grown accustomed to this sight, but something still feels off about it this time around. His skin is ashen. "He doesn't do this normally, it's like he's...dead," you say, realizing how silly it sounds as soon as the words leave your lips.

Jisung lets out a lazy chuckle as he stands up from his bed and makes his way over to you. "Well, I hate to break it to ya', but...he is," he says with a smirk. You roll your eyes at his joke, but a sense of unease still lingers in the air.

You hold up the cresset, allowing its dim light to illuminate Chan's features as Jisung studies him closely. "I've seen Chan in his daytime death quite a few times, he's never this pale. He's gotta feed tonight," Jisung says, turning his attention to you. "And he won't do it because of you, so you've got to be the one to get him to do it."

You scoff at his suggestion, feeling unfairly blamed for Chan's current state. "Me? How is this my fault?" you ask incredulously.

"He's trying to keep himself human for you," Jisung explains, his tone serious now.

"But I never asked him to be human for me, I love that he's not human. Humans are terrified of me," you argue.

Jisung lets out a sigh, his expression sympathetic. "Chan has become more reserved in the last one hundred years, but we've all noticed that he doesn't let go around you. He can't, even if he tries, he's too...I dunno, self-conscious, I guess?"

You roll your eyes at the thought of a self-conscious wolf-vampire hybrid. "That doesn't make sense," you grumble.

"Now supes aren't allowed to experience insecurity? That's very bigoted of you," Jisung teases, earning a glare from you.

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "You know that's not what I meant, Jisung."

"I'm fucking with you, little witch, sheesh," Jisung laughs, his mood lightening. "Pregnancy hormones much?"

You shoot him a playful glare, but the tension in the room has dissolved. Jisung opens the door, letting the dim lighting of the hallway seep in. "I've got to take this thing off for a little while, wanna tag along?" he asks, tugging at his necklace.

You nod eagerly, grateful for the opportunity to step out of the suffocating room. "Yeah, I could use some moonlight."

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The moon is high in the sky casting a foggy glow over the surroundings. Santiago calls for a meeting in the basement outside the guest rooms, signaling that the time has come to embark on the perilous journey to Abysmora very shortly. You're relieved to see Hyunjin, Felix and Chan all awake and dressed for the night, joining you. You and Jisung had spent the past hour in the upstairs coffee shop, catching up and exchanging stories while waiting for the others to awaken. You filled him in on everything he needed to know, regardless of his pendant, ensuring he was fully up-to-date before the adventure ahead.

"Abysmora is nestled deep in the mountains, and it'll take us a minimum of a week to reach the entrance. The path is treacherous, riddled with scavenging supes that are power-hungry and looking for any excuse to cause destruction," Santiago says, his tone grave as he details the dangers ahead.

As he continues, you find yourself drifting in and out of focus, lost in his meticulous planning and ability to execute. He listens intently to each member of the group, taking their input into account and adjusting plans accordingly. You're grateful that they've respected your privacy regarding Santiago's past as your ex-lover, treating you as though they're unaware of any history between you two. However, the creak of the door being pushed open jolts you back to reality, as Santiago ushers you into the dark unknown ahead.

"That leads me to my next point. You, you, and you," Santiago says, pointing to Chan last, "all need to be at your best if we're going to stand a chance. We'll need conjurers to get inside, but if they're dead, we'll have no choice but to retreat, assuming we make it back alive."

You feel a sense of foreboding at Santiago's words.

As he leads you all deeper into the dark hallway, the sound of bass-heavy music grows louder, the thumping rhythm vibrating through the walls and the floor. Santiago stops in front of a thick, wooden door and pulls it open, motioning for the group to enter first. He carefully watches you, keeping an eye out for anyone looking to bring trouble your way.

As you step into the room, your eyes widen at the sight of the veiled space. The dimly lit atmosphere is divided into various sections, each with its own mix of unknown species occupying the area. The scent of sweet perfume and fresh blood permeates the air, sending your senses buzzing.

Chan, Felix, and Hyunjin are all too familiar with the kind of space they are in. The place is a vampire den, a sanctuary designed for blood drinkers to unleash their savage desires without any restraints. Here, they can drink, indulge in pleasure, and kill to their heart's content. The energy in vampire dens is always toxic, and the fumes of violence are overwhelming. When vampires gather in large numbers like this, their heightened energy can bring out the animalistic instincts in others, leading to chaos and destruction.

Felix and Hyunjin had spent years exploring their desires and needs in all kinds of spine-tingling ways, but Chan could only tolerate a few years of it before leaving for good. His wolf gene made him far more violent when he lost control than his brothers, and he knew it was a recipe for disaster. While his brothers were waking up next to exsanguinated bodies, he was waking up to decapitated ones.

Santiago leads the group through the crowd, nodding and greeting familiar faces along the way. The seductive energy of the place draws you in, making you feel almost hypnotized.

As you follow Santiago deeper into the den, the sounds of shuffling feet fade away, replaced by the sounds of moans and whispered words. You catch glimpses of people in various states of ecstasy, some willingly offering their necks to be bitten, others entangled in passionate embraces.

The flickering torches cast dancing shadows across the walls, revealing fleeting glimpses of the decadent world within.

"I have prepared a private room for my esteemed guests," Santiago says proudly, holding open the door to a secluded area. The room is bathed in a deep, dark red glow from the recessed LED lighting. The space is a strange mix of old and new, with torch sconces lining the walls outside, but a modern decor within, reminiscent of a private dance room in an upscale strip club.

The plush, velvety seating that lines the walls of the private room oozes luxury, making you feel like you're in the presence of true opulence. Two low tables, each dividing the room in half, are adorned with an array of bottles, from rich red wines to bottled blood, specially treated with anti-clotting agents to keep it fresh, nestled in a bucket of ice.

Hyunjin springs down onto the seat with a giddy bounce, clearly impressed with the level of extravagance displayed before him. He leans forward, lifting one of the bottles of blood with his sizable palm and weighing it in his hand, examining its value with fascination. Meanwhile, Felix, though trying to keep his composure, can't help but appreciate the fine quality of the expensive red wine on display. He takes the bottle by the neck, his bottom lip jutting out in approval of the selection.

"Pass," Chan mutters, turning away from the scene. But you stand in front of him, blocking his path to the door as you place both hands on his shoulders. "Little witch--"

"Christopher," you correct him, your voice soft but firm.

He rolls his eyes, giving in to his birth name. "There's no way you can be okay with this? They're clearly under persuasion, you know Hyunjin is probably going to kill them, I just--there are other ways--"

"Ways that we don't have the luxury of time to figure out right now," you reply, your gaze flicking over each of the humans in turn. They're patiently waiting to be devoured, seemingly in a state of blissful anticipation.

You try to push the thought of their impending demise to the back of your mind, struggling to reconcile your own humanity with the reality of the situation. "A little persuasion never hurt anyone," you echo Chan's words from weeks prior at the ice cream shop, hoping to convince him that it's okay.

He doesn't look convinced, so you take his hand and guide him over to the blonde girl who's lying on the furthest end of the room. "Honey, you're gonna die tonight. Are you alright with that?"

The blonde opens her big, green eyes, her head tilting to the side as she regards you. "We're all just livin' to die, ain't we?" she drawls in a southern accent, before closing her eyes and centering herself once more.

"I think we can take it from here," Felix interjects, nodding to Santiago as he speaks. Santiago nods in return, then exits the private room with a sigh. He seems almost relieved to be leaving the scene behind.

Felix turns to Jisung, his hands in his pockets. "You wanna stick around for this?"

"A weird part of me kinda does, but I've got to get some major protection spellwork ready for us," Jisung replies, slapping Felix encouragingly on the back as he exits, "Definitely have a drink for me though, man!"

You casually lean back in your seat, eyeing Chan with a glint of amusement. The woman's arm is still outstretched towards him, her skin almost translucent under the dim lighting of the room. You watch as he hesitantly inches closer, drawn in by the sweet aroma of her perfume and the soft pulsing of her veins.

You can sense his hunger rising, a primal urge that he tries so hard to suppress. But you know better. You know now how it feels to have the beast clawing at the back of your mind, demanding to be fed.

"I need you to drink as much blood as you can tolerate without getting sick, do you think you can do that for me?" you say, your voice smooth and calm.

Chan looks at you with a mixture of apprehension and awe. He's always been amazed at how effortlessly you can manipulate the situation, how you can turn something as sinister as feeding into a sensual experience.

"I dunno--" he starts to say, but you cut him off with a teasing smile.

"Do you want her neck? I know the carotid artery is a favorite of yours," you say, tapping your fingers gently against the woman's neck. She doesn't even flinch.

Chan's eyes widen, and he swallows thickly. He's never been one for subtlety, but he can't deny the allure of the woman's neck, the delicate curve of her skin inviting him to sink his teeth in.

"Or do you want to play it safe with the wrist?" you continue, leaning over the woman and picking up her arm. Chan watches you with rapt attention, surprised at how open you are about this whole thing.

He can feel his body reacting to the situation, his hunger rising like a tide within him. It's almost overwhelming, the way his senses are heightened, the way he can smell the woman's blood and feel the thump of her heartbeat.

But then you surprise him again, slipping your hand between her legs and sliding it up her thigh. You can feel the steady thrum of her pulse against your fingers. The woman gasps and giggles, her eyes still closed in ecstasy. Chan can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way you're making her feel.

"I know the femoral is a good place too, you don't have to work as hard, the blood just spills out," you say, your voice low and husky. "It's a quick death."

Chan is torn between his desire and his fear. He's never been one for taking risks like this, but the hunger is becoming too much to bear. He looks up at you, his eyes golden with need.

"Little witch you...you don't know what you're asking of me--" he says, his voice strained.

"Yes, I do," you say confidently. "I'm asking, carotid," you point to the neck once more, "Radial," you tap the wrist, "Or femoral."

Chan is silent for a moment, his eyes flickering between the three options. He's paralyzed by indecision, his body racked with hunger and desire.

"How about I pick for you then? You like it better when we do these things together, right?" you suggest, a wicked smile playing at your lips.

Chan nods eagerly, grateful for the opportunity to relinquish control. He watches as you lean over the woman once more, your fingers dancing along her skin. He can hear the moans behind him, the splattering of blood on the floor, the shifting of bodies on the furniture.

The air in the room is heavy with the scent of sex and blood, a potent cocktail that’s beginning to overtake you. You feel a sense of primal excitement as Chan's eyes glimmer with a golden hue, betraying his hunger. He tries to compose himself, closing his eyes tightly and looking away, but his needs are too great. You hear a breathy moan escape the lips of the blonde, and Chan's head whips up to see you buried between her legs, the robe pushed up to her thighs as she giggles and gasps in pleasure.

The lust and passion take over his logic, just as they always do when the bow breaks, and he moves in on her, kissing her neck and licking the skin. She tastes sweet, not as sweet as you, but sweet enough to make his growing erection even tighter in his pants at the thought of drinking her to his full satisfaction. The combined touch of his lips and your tongue drives her to the brink of ecstasy, and she bucks her hips into your mouth.

Meanwhile, Felix drains the woman of his choice, and Hyunjin drops the male body to the floor, wiping his bloodied mouth with a deviant grin, licking the blood from the back of his hand. He taps the bell and starts on his next victim, while another is led into the room, totally oblivious to the dead body on the floor. Two large men in all black come in, hoisting the man up and leaving in a flash. They move with supernatural speed and must be employed vampires.

Chan finally sinks his teeth into the soft skin of the blonde's neck while you lap between the lips of her wet cunt, feeling her clit twitching against your nose. He presses his palm against the head of his cock in his pants to soothe the ache as he drinks, her hair tight in his other fist to steady her neck.

“Mmm baby c’mere,” you purr, placing a hand on his knee to get his attention as you sit up, licking the wetness from off your lips. “She tastes so good, you should try her too.”

He looks down at you lovingly, his hand under your chin. “Your eyes look so beautiful like this, so full of hunger and desire. Fuck, little witch, you’re gonna bring out something in me I never wanted you to see.”

“Who are you to keep that from me? I didn’t ask you to do that. I never asked you to do that,” you reply.

As Chan leans down to kiss you, his lips are soft and warm against yours. You can feel the electricity between you as you pull back, lightly licking his lips and the tip of his nose. The desire in his eyes can be felt in your bones, and it makes you ache for him even more.

He kneels down onto the floor, the soft carpet cushioning his knees. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue teasing and exploring your mouth. You can feel his hunger for you, his need to be close to you. His kisses are deep and passionate, and you find yourself losing yourself in the sensation.

As his tongue moves between your lips, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You grasp a fistful of hair at the back of his head, pulling him back and looking into his hungry amber eyes. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart race, and you can feel the wetness between your legs growing.

You want him, need him, and he knows it. The way he moves, the way he kisses you, is like he's making love to you with his mouth. It's as if he's telling you without words that he wants to take you to places you've never been before. You're helpless against him, and you don't want to be anywhere else but here, with him, lost in the moment.

“Show her how good you can be,” you whisper, pushing his head down between her thighs. He forces them further apart, nuzzling his lips onto her soft, velvety folds before dipping his tongue in. He groans against her skin as her back arches, the taste of her on his lips driving him wild. You can feel the heat between your own legs, your arousal building as you watch him bring her to the earth-shattering peaks of pleasure that he brings to you. As he continues his expert ministrations, his movements become more urgent, and you can feel the tension in the air. Your fingers dance across your own skin, between your legs, as you touch yourself, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, she reaches the pinnacle of pleasure, and you can feel the intensity of her release reverberating through your body.

You inch closer to him, your fingers aching to feel the fabric of his pants slip away, but he pulls back, leaving you frustrated and craving more as he grips your wrist, a lot harder than usual. The air crackles with raw energy.

Chan's eyes glimmer with a wild intensity. The memory of the first time you two made love flashes through your mind, igniting a fire within you that refuses to be extinguished. His grip on your wrist tightens, sending a jolt of pain that only heightens your desire.

The sound of his voice, deep and rough, fills the room, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Not yet, princess. You're not ready," he growls, his words sending your mind reeling. The sudden nickname catches you off guard, but you find yourself embracing it, relishing the way it rolls off his tongue.

He knows exactly what you need, and he's going to give it to you. Your body hums with anticipation as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You need to cum first," he murmurs, and you can't help but let out a soft moan in response.

You don’t understand the extent of what he means until he lifts his head to finally bring the other side of the room into his focus. Blood smudged over his lips and neck, he smiles, and his fangs look somehow bigger, somehow longer and more pronounced almost like those of his pure blooded brothers.

As you watch the two vampires in action, you can't help but notice the stark contrast between their feeding styles. Felix is almost surgical in his approach, with a meticulousness that borders on obsession. He drinks from his prey with a finesse that leaves barely a trace of blood, as if he's afraid to waste even a single drop. His eyes close in rapture as he savors the taste of warm, iron-rich liquid on his tongue, lost in a world of his own.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, is like a wild animal unleashed. His eyes glint with an unhinged madness as he feasts on his prey, tearing into them with an almost savage ferocity. Blood drips from his lips and chin as he grins maniacally, caught in the throes of a blood high that has left him delirious.

The sight of them both is both mesmerizing and terrifying, and your heart races in your chest as you watch them. The contrast between Felix's meticulousness and Hyunjin's abandon is a reminder of the nature of their existence as predators of the night.

As Chan's lips meet yours, the taste of blood and arousal ignite your senses. You feel his breath against your skin. His voice is low and seductive as he speaks, his words sending a jolt of desire through your body.

"Can I let Felix taste you, baby?" Chan whispers, his eyes locking onto yours. "I promise he can make you cum, and then I'll fuck you real good right here, yeah? Show everyone who you belong to."

Your heart races at the thought, your body craving the touch of both men. Your mind is clouded, your senses are heightened.

You’re breathless as you cling onto his every word with a nod. He could ask you to jump and you’d ask ‘how high?’ and try to touch the moon in this very moment. You had been swept up in the energy that was uniquely Chan before but now? Something else was happening to your body entirely. It feels like a runaway train that you have no hope of stopping, but you didn’t want to. Was that wrong? That no matter if it ended in an explosion, you’d appreciate it for the supernova that it was?

“Good girl,” Chan smiles against your lips as he kisses you before he calls out to his younger sibling, who looks up from his meal, his eyes bloodshot and black. He appears alongside you both with a quickness that does happen to startle you, since you’re not really used to Felix moving at that speed so close to you. The last time that had happened, he almost killed you. The snow haired vampire looks upon you as if for the first time, his eyes trailing up to your neck and then your eyes. His gaze falls upon the blonde, still catching her breath from the last orgasm his elder sibling had just given her.

“Yes brother?” Felix’s half smile sends a chill through you, and this time, its the good kind. Chan props the woman’s leg up on his shoulder as he nods to the heat building at the apex of your thighs.

“Take care of my pretty girl for me?”

Chan’s dimple appears and disappears again once he’s hidden between the blonde’s thighs, eliciting another moan from her. Your breath quickens as you watch everything unfold, until Felix's icy hands touch your inner thighs. You shiver at the stark contrast in temperature, and your body betrays you as you ache for his touch.

“F-Felix…” you gasp between breaths, unsure if you want this to continue. But before you can even finish your sentence, two fingers push aside your underwear and slip inside you, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Felix nibbles your earlobe, making you moan uncontrollably.

You can hardly believe this is happening. It feels like a twisted dream, too surreal to be true. Felix's tongue traces the curve of your ear as he listens to your heartbeat quicken, before he whispers, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this…”

As Felix's cool breath tickles your ear and his fingers work you into a frenzy, you can't help but moan with pleasure. The sensation of his touch sends shocks through your body, igniting a fire within you that you can't control. Your body arches as he plunges deeper inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

But it's not just his fingers that are driving you wild. The sound of Felix's voice, deep and seductive, is like a drug, making you feel weak and helpless. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers to you, his words giving you chills.

As he lingers between your thighs, kissing the soft skin, Felix takes his time, savoring every moment as he licks the wetness from every inch leading up to your pussy. You can feel the pulse of your arteries against his tongue, the temptation of his fangs sending a thrill through you. But despite his hunger, he restrains himself, holding back from breaking your skin.

“What a pity my brother claimed you first,” he says so softly that you can barely hear it as he coats your clit in his bloodied saliva, sucking and filling the room with sloppy, squelching sounds as you tangle your hands in his white hair and throw your head back. You're not sure if it's the words or the way they're delivered, but it doesn't matter because you're lost in the moment. You're a slave to the sensations coursing through you.

You catch a glimpse of the woman next to you, slipping into unconsciousness as Chan drinks every last drop. The artery’s pressure is so strong, blood that he can’t capture in his mouth is splattering onto the floor.

Felix always considered his brother a messy eater. He was even messier than Hyunjin. No pure blooded vampire would let so much blood go to waste. Chan did that a lot with you too. It’s hard, both his cock and his fucking desire to drag one fang along the paper thin skin of where your thigh meets your pussy and just have a little taste.

He can feel your body quivering beneath his touch, your hips bucking against him as your pleasure builds. The vampire is warmed by the heat of your body, the scent of your arousal filling his senses. The urge to taste you, to sink his fangs deep into your flesh and drink deeply of your essence, is unbearable. He can feel his own desire growing, a throbbing ache that demands to be sated.

He drags his tongue along your inner thighs and legs, relishing the salty taste of your skin. He can feel your body tensing, your breathing growing ragged as your pleasure approaches its peak.

"Felix, y-you're gonna make me cum," you moan, your fingers tangled in his hair as you ride the waves of ecstasy crashing through your body.

“Good, that’s exactly what I wanted.”

Felix smirks against your skin, his fingers working you harder and faster until you're crying out in pleasure, your body convulsing as you reach your release. He watches you, his eyes glittering with hunger and desire, before leaning in to claim his own taste of your sweet nectar.

Your breathing gets faster and faster and you don’t know what to focus on, Chan feeding next to you, or Felix between your legs. Or Hyunjin…where was–

As Felix's icy fingers work their magic, you feel yourself unraveling, the pleasure building and building until you're on the brink of release. But just as you're about to tip over the edge, you feel a sharp sting on your thigh and a metallic tang spreads across his tongue. Felix has nicked you with his fang, on accident, he draws back, his expression pained. Before you can even process what's happening, he disappears from the room in a flash.

You're left gasping and disoriented, still pulsing with need. But then Chan's attention is on you, his intense gaze fixed on the slick heat between your thighs. He pushes your legs open even further, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You can feel your face flushing as he admires your body, his words making your heart race.

"Look at how wet you are, my little witch," he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with desire. "No, I wanna see it. God, you smell so fucking good when you’re turned on like this, you know that?"

He’s freed himself from the confines of his pants, and his leaking head is now dipping just barely into your pussy. The front of his shirt is soaked with blood, unnoticeable against the deep black colour. You can feel the coolness of his skin contrasting with the warmth of yours. His hands are on your knees, keeping them wide open as he watches himself disappear inch by inch into you, relishing the tightness and heat that surrounds him. “If I could put another baby in you right now, I would–”

The shudder that cuts his words short is caused by the way you clench yourself around him and you arch your back in response, the pleasure building inside of you. You can feel the power you hold over him, even in this moment of intense desire. He's so dominant, but you're the one in control, holding him in the palm of your hand.

“Fuck me like you want to put another baby in me then.” You challenge, your hand against his chest. Chan’s grip on your forearm is firm, pulling your arm back behind your head and pinning it to the couch. He thrusts into you with a relentless fervor, his other hand grasping your knee and pushing it back, spreading you open. The cries that escape your lips are a mix of pain and pleasure, and you can feel yourself building towards something explosive.

As your breath quickens, your eyes flutter open and you see Hyunjin watching you, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. His eyes are locked onto yours, and you can tell he wants to be the one inside of you. You know by the way he’s fucking his hand, and the thought makes your head loll back to look up at Chan, fucking you so good, so sweetly, so perfectly.

“Shit baby I can feel you cumming, you’re gonna make me, I can’t–”

He’s incapable of completing his sentence as he moans, his hips stuttering while he fills you up. You cling to him as the aftershocks wash over you. The feeling of him inside of you combined with watching him is enough to send you into tiny aftershocks as you cling to his body, your eyes now closed tightly as the final moments linger and you’re slowly put back down onto Earth once more.

Now that you’re back, you can’t help but to notice the dead body next to you, and the others on the floor across the room while two men come in again, removing two more bodies and two more robed staff enter the den.

You slip your pants back on and sit up, fixing your top, and admiring Chan as he fastens his jeans. You can't help but feel proud of him, proud of the way he's opened up to you and allowed himself to be vulnerable.

"I'm so proud of you," you say, offering him a supportive smile. You hook your finger into the loop of his jeans, pulling him in closer to you. "I love you like this. When you're just...you. Will you allow yourself to be this more often?"

Chan takes your hand in his, kneeling down on one knee as he brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them.

"When do I ever say no to my little witch?"

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Could you do Carlisle Cullen x wife fem!reader where she accompanied Bella to the hospital and someone tries to flirt with her and he saw what happened and got jealous even though they have been married for centuries🤭. Add something you'd like. Tag me later! Thanks.

Not Interested (Carlisle Cullen X Vampire!Wife!Reader)

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Summary: Hearing the news about Edward saving Bella from a rogue van, you rushed to the hospital. While trying to find your husband and family, you seem to attract some unwanted attention.

A/N: tweaked the first part of the request but that’s it. au where esme doesn’t exist

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When you had gotten a call from Alice telling you that Edward had saved Chief Swan’s daughter and Rosalie had followed the ambulance they were in to the hospital, you knew you had to go over to play mediator. Rosalie was very clear about her stance on Edward’s infatuation with Bella and the danger that infatuation could put all of you in; it was becoming a constant topic of argument between the two. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to visit your husband.

The hospital parking lot was a bit crowded when you arrived, you felt lucky when you finally found a spot. It seemed that everyone was concerned about Bella’s well-being, even though you heard that she was very adamant about being okay.

You pushed through the small crowd to get inside and went to the receptionist’s desk.

“Hello, Mary!” You said with a polite smile. Being married to the best doctor in Forks, who worked long hours, had made you acquainted with almost everyone on the staff. “Do you know if Carlisle is busy right now?”

“He’s with a patient, but I’ll page him so he knows to come down when he’s done.” She responded with a sweet tone. You thanked her and sat in the small waiting room, grabbing a magazine off the table to flip through as you waited for your husband or one of your kids to come.

From the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching you. Thinking it was one of your children or Carlisle, you glanced up. But it was just a stranger, so you stuck your nose back in the magazine.

“Hey.” The man said, sitting in the seat next to you. You subtly shifted away from him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you new to town?”

You were a bit surprised that he didn’t know you or recognized you, at the very least. Even though you usually stayed at home, you were well-known around the hospital and the high school. Besides, your family was a bit of a hot topic, being so pale and mysterious and keeping to yourselves. And this was a small town where everyone knew everyone.

“Nope.” You responded, trying to be polite while also conveying that you weren’t interested in talking much. “I’ve lived here for a few years.”

“Then why haven’t I seen you around?” He leaned forward, a curious smirk on his face. You did your best to hide your grimace.

“I guess we’ve never been in the same place at the same time.”

“Well, that’s a shame. Maybe we should do something to fix that.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his forwardness. To him, you were a complete stranger sitting in a hospital. For all he knew, you could be waiting to see a family member on their deathbed, and he wants to flirt. “Do you wanna maybe go get a drink?”

“I’m fine.” You replied with indifference.

“Aw, don’t be like that. I bet I could show you a good time.”

You laughed, shutting the magazine and dropping it onto the table. You could sense someone coming down the hall, and you knew exactly who it was. And you knew he was making his steps a little heavier than usual to make his presence known.

“Believe me, I’m not interested.” By the time you were standing and looking down on the stranger, Carlisle had reached the waiting room, his gaze fixated on the two of you. You turned your head and smiled brightly. “Darling! There you are!”

You strode over to your husband and kissed him on the cheek, the faintest lip print being left on his pale cheek. You could feel the jealousy radiating off of him, but the slight snarl on his lips turned into a loving smile.

“Hello, dear.” His arm was wound firmly around your waist, the tips of his fingers skimming your hip. The hold felt possessive, like he needed to make it clear to this mystery man and anyone who passed by you that they had no chance. It was amusing to you that even after a few centuries of marriage, Carlisle still felt jealous when someone tried to win you over, even when you were blatantly uninterested.

Speaking of the stranger, Carlisle gave him a glaring glance, and he knew it was time for him to leave. When he was out the door, Carlisle softened.

“What are you doing down here?”

“Alice told me about the van.” You said, pursing your lips. “I had a bit of a feeling that Rosalie would come here to have a word or two with Edward about the whole thing.”

“You, my little angel, are very smart.” Carlisle smiled down at you before nodding towards the other side of the room, where two of your children were quietly hissing arguments to each other. “And they are right on time.”

You laughed a little before letting Carlisle walk you over to Rosalie and Edward to hear the full story, even though you had already gotten most of it from Alice. The entire time, Carlisle’s arm stayed around you, a constant reminder to everyone that you belonged to each other for eternity.

#agaypanic #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #twilight #twilight x reader

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year

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I'm obsessive over my Constantine Jr Au (which still needs a fic name for, I'm open to suggestions) because

this is a cranky danny. he's spent years fighting with no end in sight, with parents who he can't trust and his only companions never truly understanding what he's going through.

he vapes CBD for the pain he's constantly in. he drank alco/hol once to help him sleep, but his parents smelt it on his breath and, just like with their research, took that to believe EVERYTHING they'd ever suspected about danny to be true: that he drinks, he does dru/gs, he's in a gang. the only thing they've never suspected their son of--being a ghost--is the one thing he actually does.

then, right on the cusp of eighteen and freedom, he gets outed. AND transformed into a seven-year-old.

this is not a danny who is willing to play at being a child. and if anyone tries to, they're in for a foul time.

Danny was 17, transformed into a 7 year old and hides in Bludhaven, and is 8 when the police finally figure out that, hey, this weird kid who keeps altering us to crime scenes is usually right on the money about who the killer is, we should investigate that. Officer Grayson is on the case!

And discovers that he absolutely can't STAND this kid.

He thought he liked kids! Everyone thought he liked kids! but this kid...

This isn't called the Constantine Jr AU because Danny is a supernatural detective, or because Danny might be Constantine's kid. Its because Danny is an unrepentant little bas/tard and he makes it everyone's problem.

Danny vapes and blows bubblegum smoke in Grayson's face.

He takes out a flask and Grayson's grabs it, learning its full of orange juice. Danny then takes out a second flask, this one with vod/ka.

He wears a trenchcoat he found in the trash (the same trenchcoat Nightwing wears in DC vs Vampires, if you know you know) but the end and the sleeves are cut off for his hands and legs. the pockets are roughly around his knees.

Grayson is desperate to figure out more about this kid, but he doesn't go to batman because, time-line wise, this is right before red hood starts running around. Jason is dead/alive-in-hiding, Tim is Robin, and Dick is mad about it. (ages-- Bruce: ? Nightwing: 24 Jason: 19 Tim: 15 Danny: 8 Damien: 7-8)

he doesn't really bond with the kid until they're both kidnapped by a gang for hostages, and Danny's big kid emotions get a hold of him (he thought he could escape them bc he's an adult, he's gone through worse, but nope! child brain chemistry). Grayson is worried that he's hurt and in pain, but Danny confesses that he's always in pain. he has nerve damage all over his body, and the only thing he really trusts is CBD. He feels like shit for taking his juul away, but more importantly, because he's been treating Danny like a irritant and just a little kid.

they get rescued and Grayson tries to take him back to his home, but Danny reveals he's homeless, saying something like "I sleep where it suits me, just drop me off whereever."

Absolutely not, Grayson is taking kid back to his place for a bed, food, and a shower, in whatever order the kid wants.

Danny stays semi-perminantly at his apartment, but Nightwing tries not to push it, because this kid practically screams flight risk. unfortunately, the paparazzi have nothing better to do and snap a pick of Grayson and Danny getting dinner together, speculating that Dick's taken after Bruce

Danny doesn't care too much; I think his ghost form is the same, if glitchy, so his parents don't know about the deaging. Grayson is mildly panicking, but its not like he HASN'T been considering adopting the evil troglodyte. Even Bruce, Tim, and Alfred aren't the problem.

No, the problem is the Red Hood, a crime boss who just cut 8 people's heads off, seeing what looks like Nightwing pulling an innocent kid into the neverending fight against crime and Seeing Green.

Edit: Had to censor sh!t because ths wasn't showing up in the tags

#constantine jr au #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #deaged danny fenton #c: danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #dp crossover #dc crossover #i love the idea of nightwing just HATING danny before getting to know him #because he's still hung up about the Tim problem #but also because danny is just a little sh!t #I really want Jazz to be involved in this story somehow #as nightwing's eventual love interest #but the main point of this story is for dick to break past danny defenses to give him a loving parent again #damien's going to HATE danny in the future #bc danny's smart and grayson HIS batman adopted him and takes him out on cases as civilians #damien clearly is going to try to compete with danny for nightwing's attention and love #despite it not being necessary

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kwanisms · 6 months

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Run Rabbit, Run — k.seungmin

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➮ vampire!Seungmin × f!Reader wc: 20.5k (sorry. it happened again lmao) summary: Seungmin is a vampire and has lived a very long life and seen many ages pass him by. He’s grown weary of immortality until he meets someone one random night who really puts things into perspective for him. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; supernatural and vampiric themes, gothic undertones, predator/prey dynamics, s2l; non idol au, vampire au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, Seungmin is a vampire so drinking blood and feeding from humans is a given, alcohol consumption (Y/N has a couple drinks), Seungmin is still a predatory creature so he has some… thoughts about that, minor character death, attempted SA (but nothing happens), sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @lvelicky , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 Join the taglist! »» Closes 10/30 @ 23:00 CST Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this one was so much fun. Seungmin is such a wild card when it comes to writing. He fits innocent types but he also fits these savage/predatory roles really well! Thank you for reading and if you enjoyed this, please reblog or comment your favorite part! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a vampire. This ain’t twilight. But you aren’t a vampire, so use protection), blood play, orgasm control, predator/prey play, dacryphilia, use of pet names (little rabbit, sweetheart, doe, pet, etc), Seungmin is kinda mean but he also leans a little heavy into the predator role but jokes on him cause Y/N is into it so who’s the real winner here? If I missed anything just let me know.

dialogue prompt: ❛ Why are you shaking? You’re not scared of me are you? ❜

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Eternity. Humans use the word so freely.

I promise to love you for eternity. I want to live for eternity. Death is eternal.

Seungmin knew that the last one was correct. Death is eternal and it will last forever. But love? Eternal love didn’t exist. Not in the literal definition of eternal. Mortals die and then that is eternal. The love they experienced before their demise is fleeting and perishes with them.

The only thing that was eternal other than death was the waking hell Seungmin had endured for centuries; life eternal. It was supposed to be a gift. He was told it was a gift and initially, he believed it. Getting to stay young and live a long life. All he wanted was to live for a long time.

But as the ones around him withered and died, Seungmin came to see this “gift” as a curse. Life eternal was part of a bigger scam. Creating an army of vampires to take over the world. Or at least that’s what he thought. He’d been changed upon his request and then left alone. No guidance, no mentor, nothing to help him navigate this new life he’d been unceremoniously dropped into.

Seungmin had to learn as he went, adapting and changing at a much quicker rate. He made mistakes along the way but eventually he found a path and stuck to it. It wasn’t until those around him started dying of old age, people he’d grown up with, that he started to see the error he’d made.

Each generation that passed, Seungmin grew more and more dissatisfied with life as an immortal. He stopped forming relationships and bonds with people because he’d lived this story so many times, he knew how it ended. It was better to not feel. Better to not get attached.

He moved from continent to continent, city to city. Perhaps that was the only good thing about living for so long. Being able to see more in his infinite lifetime than a mortal could see in their limited years. Decades turned into centuries and Seungmin had been to more cities and countries than he could count. He’d seen more and done more than anyone could ever hope to see or do.

So why was he still so [word]? He’d been given the gift of immortality, he’d been to so many places and seen so much and yet… none of it filled the void in his soul. None of it left him feeling fulfilled or satisfied with life. He still held so much disdain for his existence.

Even as he stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the vast forest below. It was a great fall, one that would surely kill a man before he even hit the ground but Seungmin was no mere man. Would a fall from this distance even leave a mark on him? Would his body break and finally free him from this cursed life? He had no way of knowing. It wasn’t exactly like he’d been given a manual on this.

How to Commit Suicide as a Vampire for Dummies wasn’t a title that would ever grace the shelves of Barnes & Noble. He’d have to just try. It was trial and error at this point. He’d tried so many different things. Poison didn’t even register. Knives and swords did nothing, not even a wooden stake through the heart had come close to killing him. Bullets did nothing either and they were annoying to remove.

He’d tried drowning himself in the ocean only to discover he didn’t need to breathe. He’d tried starvation only for his instincts to kick in at the last minute and force him to feed on whatever was nearby. He’d tried jumping from other heights but none this high.

If this didn’t work, he felt the only thing that might kill him was extreme pressures.

Seungmin was so absorbed in his own thoughts of death that he didn’t realize he was no longer alone.

You stared at the man, noticing how close he was to the edge of the clearing. A fall from this height would surely kill him. You glanced up at his face and could help but stare. You’d never seen such… sadness before.

He looked as if he was deep in thought. You glanced out over the forest below and then back at the man. ‘Surely he isn’t thinking about jumping,’ you sincerely hoped silently.

A simple hike in the mountains was what you had expected when you came to this national park. What you hadn’t expected was to find a man standing on the edge, possibly about to end his life. You glanced around the clearing to find it was just the two of you.

Looking back at the man, you were reminded of your own struggles with depression, thoughts of suicide, almost attempts but in the end, it got better and so did you. You wondered if it would make a difference in his life whether you stopped him now. Even if just to lend a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, keeping your eyes fixated on the man. You stopped a few paces behind him but kept a good few feet between you. Turning your gaze from his profile, you looked over the trees below.

“What a view,” you said softly. Your voice must have startled him because his head snapped to look at you, alarm etched on his face. You kept your gaze over the trees, looking around and taking in the splendor of it all. The man kept his gaze focused on you. “It’s so beautiful,” you continued, still not looking at him.

Out of your periphery, you could see him turn his head back to look out over the forest. “It’s the same as all the others,” he said softly. “All the others?” you asked, finally turning your head to look at him. You allowed yourself to actually look at him this time, focusing on the details you couldn’t see before.

His smooth, flawless complexion, the reddish brown color of his hair blowing in the gentle breeze. He wore a simple white button down under a black blazer and black slacks. He looked like he just came from an office job. Not dressed for a hike in the mountains.

He had no supplies, no wilderness gear, no backpack or sleeping bag.

It hit you then and made your heart rate speed up as you hoped you were wrong.

‘He’s come here to die.’

You looked around, trying to think of anything you could to distract him.

“Have you been to a lot of forests then?” you blurted out. He turned his head to look at you, brows knitting together in confusion. “What?” he asked, his voice a little louder this time. He looked and sounded genuinely confused by your question.

“You said it’s the same as all the others. So you must have been to a lot of forests to make that statement,” you replied. ‘Yes, this is good, Y/N. Keep him talking. Keep him distracted.’

“Do you travel a lot?”

The man stared at you, a look of perplexion on his face. Almost as if he was wondering why you were even talking to him in the first place. “I’ve heard the forests in the Carpathian Mountains are gorgeous this time of year,” you continued, looking away from him. “The changing of leaves, the cool autumn air, the influx of wildlife preparing for winter hibernation,” you said with a smile.

“I’ll bet it’s beautiful--”

“It is,” he said, cutting you off. You turned to look at him. His eyes were still on you. “A little colder than you’re probably imagining though,” he added. “Transylvania is also beautiful this time of year,” he continued. You took a cautious half step forward. “Have you been to Romania?” you asked.

His shoulders shook in silent laughter, amusement on his face for a brief moment. “I’ve been all over,” he replied. “Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia,” he listed off. “I’ve even spent time in the Antarctic.” Your eyes widened with wonder. “For work or…?” you trailed off as he shook his head. “Not exactly,” he answered.

“I’ve lived a very unique… life,” he added, forcing the last word out after some consideration. You tilted your head curiously. “Would you tell me about it?” you asked. He turned his head again, meeting your gaze and a shiver went up your spine. It was almost as if looking into his eyes flipped your flight or fight response and every nerve in your body was telling you to run but you couldn’t.

Not because you were frozen in fear but because this man, a man who was on the verge of possibly throwing himself off the edge of a cliff, thousands of feet off the ground below had lived a unique life and if getting him to talk about it meant he’d step away from the cliff and live his life a little bit longer, then you couldn’t run.

Not if it meant he lived.

He scoffed and turned back to the cliff. “What are you? Some kind of shrink?” he asked, a bitter sound to his voice. You shook your head. “No,” you replied. “You just look like you have a lot of stories to tell,” you continued. “And if you’d like. I’ll listen to you.”

Seungmin didn’t know why, but when he looked at you, he felt as if he could talk to you and that you might actually listen to him. Something deep in him was telling him to talk to you. To keep living a little while longer, even if just to share his stories with you because you were right.

He had a lot of stories.

He found himself spilling almost everything to you. His weariness with life, his solitude, and his exhaustion. He was exhausted with everything. He had grown almost sick of living, sick of being alone, and sick of being alone for so long.

The best thing about you, Seungmin noted, was that you didn’t interrupt or judge him. You listened with rapt attention but it didn’t feel forced or fake. Your genuine curiosity was refreshing and although he knew he shouldn’t get attached, Seungmin found himself craving your company.

Perhaps it was because he’d been alone for so long and you were the first person to show him any interest beyond flirtation or sexual desire. He was unaccustomed to such attention after centuries of not experiencing it and this was the first conversation he’d had with a mortal in ages.

Seungmin took a deep breath, having finished the story of his most recent trip to Europe. A trip that spanned months and took him to places most people never think to visit. The sun had long set since he started his stories and the sky was beginning to lighten, indicating he’d spent the whole night talking.

But more importantly, you’d spent an entire night listening to him. Mortals had such a short time on the planet and yet you’d chosen to spend an entire night listening to him tell you stories of his life and his travels.

And you had actually listened to him.

“Sorry for taking up your whole night,” Seungmin said, glancing back at the sky as it started to lighten into shades of blue and purple. You shook your head, lifting your head from its resting place against your hand. “Not at all,” you replied. “It was fascinating. Thank you for sharing with me,” you replied.

“I’m sure you need to get going,” Seungmin said as you stood up from the log you’d taken a seat on next to him. “What about you?” you asked, looking down at him. Seungmin stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I think I’ll walk with you,” he answered. “Are you heading back to your car?”

You nodded. “I was only supposed to hike up and spend the night,” you replied, starting to walk and he kept pace with you. “And I guess in a way I did that,” you added with a chuckle, one that Seungmin shared. The walk back was punctuated by more stories, not nearly as grand as the ones he’d shared before. Smaller stories about random events and chance encounters on his travels.

The sun was climbing above the trees as the two of you reached the bottom of the mountain, the small gravel parking lot coming into sight where your cat sat, waiting for your triumphant return. “This has probably been the most interesting conversation I’ve ever had,” you started as Seungmin stopped a few paces from your car and you turned to look at him.

“Thank you again,” Seungmin said. “For listening to me.” You offered him a dazzling smile, one that might have taken his breath away had he not already been dead. “Thank you for allowing me to listen,” you replied. You turned and opened the hatch on the back of your car, removing and placing your pack in the back before shutting the door and heading around to the driver’s side.

Seungmin realized at that moment that he’d never gotten your name nor had he shared his.

“Wait,” he called, stepping forward. You hesitated as you pulled open the door and looked up at him.

“What’s your name?” he asked. A smile spread over your face. “Y/N,” you answered.

Seungmin smiled the first genuine smile in years. “Y/N,” he repeated. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Seungmin.” Your smile widened slightly as you finished pulling open your door. “It’s good to meet you, too,” you replied. “See you around, yeah?” you asked before ducking your head and getting into the car.

Seungmin watched as you backed out of your spot and waved at him one last time before pulling out of the parking area and disappearing through the trees on the dirt road, leaving him alone in the clearing.

“Yeah,” he said softly to himself. “See you around.”

The funny thing about time when one has lived as long as Seungmin is that days, weeks, even months, go by in the blink of an eye. At least until Seungmin had met you. Suddenly, life seemed to drag on yet still, days went by, turning into weeks and yet all that occupied his mind was his meeting with you. The random hiker who had somehow managed to save his life.

He’d tried to find you but to no avail. He only had a single name to go off of. Several times, he’d gone back to the national forest, trying the same hiking trail he’d met you on and even trying others but he had no luck it would seem. Finding you was starting to seem impossible.

Despite being a mostly lonely creature, Seungmin did have one contact he’d kept over the years.

Wonpil.

Seungmin had met the man during a brief stint in the military, meeting the combat medic who turned out to be the same as him, an immortal. A friendship was formed and over the years, even if they hadn’t seen one another for decades, their bond remained intact.

In the modern age, Seungmin could rely on Wonpil for three things.

Loyalty

Perspective

And blood in the form of blood bags.

He never asked how Wonpil was able to acquire them without rousing suspicion but the how wasn’t exactly important. In a day where everyone carried a phone with cameras and facial recognition almost everywhere, Seungmin had to be careful not to feed from living people.

Most immortals who lived in the modern age had switched to feeding from animals, going hunting in the forests instead of feeding from humans. It was safer but even so, one wrong move and an immortal could be caught on camera feeding from a deer or some other woodland critter.

Seungmin had tried the animal diet when he lived in areas closer to the wild but in the city, one was limited on options. So Wonpil, with his job in the hospital, was able to sneak around and steal blood bags without anyone finding out.

It had worked out so well for this life as they were in the same area for once, settled into false identities but Seungmin’s was about to expire. He needed to move on, start anew to avoid drawing attention. He could only pretend to be thirty for so long until suspicions arose.

During one of their meetups so Wonpil could deliver Seungmin’s monthly supply of blood, Seungmin had told his friend of his chance encounter in the woods and Wonpil found it both endearing and amusing. He’d told Seungmin to stop focusing and obsessing over one woman. “You need to go out there and get laid,” he chuckled. Seungmin rolled his eyes.

“I don’t need to get laid,” he retorted, taking the messenger bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Not in this day and age,” he added. Wonpil snorted, crossing his arms as he looked over his shoulder. “This day and age is perfect for that,” he replied.

“No one wants a relationship. They just want something casual,” he added. Seungmin shook his head. They’d had this conversation before but he was still reluctant. What if he ended up liking the person too much? He’d get attached and then just end up hurting them when he inevitably had to leave.

He was far too reluctant to get himself into that situation. Wonpil sighed and placed a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder. “Suit yourself,” he said before patting him and walking away. Seungmin returned home after that and went about his usual routine of cleaning up and putting away his supply.

It was a few days later that things completely changed.

He’d gone by a coffee shop to meet Wonpil for something, he couldn’t even remember what. It’s not like he needed the coffee or any other item the shop offered. It just made them look normal. Made them blend in more.

Wonpil had left after his business and Seungmin had gotten up to leave when he bumped into someone as he reached the door. The sudden action caused him to spin away from the door as did the person who he bumped into, spinning to face him and Seungmin couldn’t believe his eyes.

There you were, looking back at him, shock on your face.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment, seconds stretching into minutes as the two of you stared at one another unmoving, unblinking. Seungmin found it hard to hear anything happening around him. Like everything had been muffled the way the world sounded when one submerged themselves in water.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

As if that was the magic word to break the spell, just as quickly as the world stopped, it picked up again. The sounds of chatter, the sounds of the coffee and espresso machines, the ding of the cash register and the ringing of the bell at the door as new patrons flooded in.

“Seungmin,” you said softly, your lips spreading into another one of your dazzling smiles. “Hey,” Seungmin said, mirroring your smile. “How have you been?” you asked and he stepped aside as someone tried to squeeze past him.

“I’ve been okay,” Seungmin admitted. “A lot better than that day, actually,” he added. Your smile widened, a brief spell of relief washing over your face. “Good,” you said with a nod. “I’m glad to hear that.” Seungmin noted how a silence fell between you but he had no idea what to say.

He’d never experienced this. He’d never not been able to keep a conversation going before. He’d never felt like a school boy talking to his childhood crush before. It was foreign to him. Finally, a feeling he’d never experienced. Something new.

“I wondered if you were just passing through,” you admitted as you stepped aside, pulling the strap of your bag back up on your shoulder as patrons filed past the two of you. “If you weren’t living in the city but instead just on your way through.”

Seungmin shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I live here. Not in this neighborhood,” he added. “But a few blocks north.” Silence again. Why was he so bad at this? Had your first meeting been this awkward and he’d blocked it out because he’d been so focused on wanting to end things?

“Are you staying?” he asked suddenly. You tilted your head in confusion. “Here,” Seungmin added. ‘No. Stupid. You need to elaborate further.’ “What I meant,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Are you getting your order for here?” Your confusion melted away, a small smirk presenting itself.

“I’m on my way to work actually,” you answered. Seungmin felt his heart sink just a little before he had an idea. “Would it be alright if I walked you?” The words left his lips before he could even register them. Your smirk morphed into a bright smile and you nodded. “I just need to place my order,” you said, pointing at the counter.

Seungmin nodded and pointed towards the door. “I’ll just wait out here for you,” he answered. He could have waited inside with you but the cafe was starting to get crowded. Too many warm bodies and where there were warm bodies, there was blood. He needed to clear his head.

Thankfully you didn’t find this odd, only nodding before joining the queue.

Outside the cool autumn air helped Seungmin quell his thirst. Pushing back the beast that threatened to rear its ugly head and make him do something that he would regret. ‘You only have a couple weeks left before you have to leave,’ he reminded himself.

But for some reason, reminding himself of that made him sad.

Before he could dwell on that feeling for too long, the door opened and you joined him on the sidewalk. “Ready?” he asked and you nodded, carrying a hot cup of coffee and a small paper sack. Seungmin followed your lead, keeping pace with you as you walked.

He learned that you had lived in the city for a few months. Your move came with a transfer with your job.

“What do you do?” he asked as you took a sip of your coffee, sighing softly. You sniffled, the cold air no doubt nipping at your skin and making your nose run. Seungmin hadn’t experienced that in centuries. He didn’t remember what it was like to feel cold or warmth.

“I’m a pediatric nurse,” you replied. “I work at Seoul General,” you added as you continued walking. ‘Seoul General?’ Seungmin thought. “Oh,” he said, nodding. “I have a friend that works there, actually.” You looked up at him, eyes wide. Whether it was excitement or curiosity, Seungmin couldn’t tell.

“Oh really?” you asked. “I wonder if I’ve met them yet,” you added. Seungmin shrugged as the hospital started to come into view. “Perhaps you have,” he replied. “Who’s your friend?” you asked, looking at him. “Wonpil. Kim Wonpil,” Seungmin answered.

Your eyes lit up. “I know Dr. Kim!” you replied. ‘Excitement,’ Seungmin noted. ‘Definitely excitement.’ He smiled as you started to slow your pace. “I didn’t know you were friends with Dr. Kim!” Seungmin chuckled at your response as you neared the doors.

“We’ve been friends for a long time,” he replied. “We go way back.”

You glanced at the doors briefly before looking back at Seungmin. “I need to get clocked in but could I get your number? Maybe we can meet up for drinks or coffee sometime?” you asked, sounding hopeful. Seungmin’s heart sank. ‘Number? Oh no…’

Seungmin had managed to adapt to the times. Following trends, especially fashion. He understood email, he understood online ordering, he got all of it. The one thing Seungmin hadn’t seemed to keep up with were mobile phones.

He’d never had one, nor had he ever used one. Wonpil had one. Of course he did, but Seungmin hadn’t quite caught up to that part yet. Even if it was 2023. And now he had the misfortune of telling you that he didn’t have a mobile phone.

“Uh…” he hesitated, uncertain of how to even explain this. You stared at him expectantly. He wondered what was going through your head, rushing to explain before he lost the opportunity. “I don’t have one,” he finally managed to blurt out.

You stared at him, blinking a few times as you processed his words. ‘Great. Now she probably thinks you’re some kind of weirdo.’ After a moment of silence, you wordlessly opened your purse, fishing out a small pad of paper and a pen and quickly scratched something down. “Here,” you said, holding out the paper. “It’s my number,” you said, smiling at him.

He didn’t detect any sarcasm as you spoke. “If you end up getting one sometime, give me a call. Or a text,” you said as you dropped the pen and paper back into your bag. “And then we can get that coffee,” you added, giving him a wink. “I’ll see you around,” you called as you backed towards the hospital entrance.

Seungmin looked up as you waved. He waved back. “I’ll call you!” he called back and you sent him a thumbs up before entering the hospital and leaving him standing on the sidewalk in awe of what just happened. He looked back down at the small piece of paper in his hand. Your number looked back at him, the numbers silently judging him for not owning a phone.

Yet you didn’t. You didn’t even question it. Surely you thought it strange he didn’t have a mobile phone in such a technologically advanced age and city. Seoul was a hub of technology and of technological advancements but yet you said nothing on the subject, merely offering a solution.

Seungmin tucked the paper in his wallet carefully and started back down the sidewalk, a new confidence in his step. He knew exactly what he had to do. He needed to update, get with the times. His walk took him through the front door of a high rise building, catching the elevator up to the seventeenth floor.

He reached the apartment he’d been looking for, raising his fist and knocking heavily on the door three times. Then three more when no one answered. He knocked three more times before he heard the lock slide and the door opened, Wonpil appearing before him with a look of annoyance and confusion.

“What is your problem?” he asked, looking around. “I was sleeping,” he added. Seungmin stared back at him. “What?” Wonpil asked. “You look like you just murdered someone,” he joked. “Do you need help with the body?” he added under his breath. Seungmin shook his head. “That’s not what I need help with,” he replied.

“Then why are you pounding on my door? You know I sleep during the day because I work overnight shifts for the next two weeks,” Wonpil asked. “I do need your help,” Seungmin clarified. Wonpil nodded. “Okay,” he replied. “With what?” he asked as he let Seungmin into the apartment.

“It must be urgent if you’re coming in here, guns blazing,” he joked as he walked over to the kitchen island and looked back at Seungmin who nodded. “I got her number.”

Wonpil stared blankly at him. “Got whose number?” he asked. “Y/N’s,” Seungmin replied. Wonpil’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, really? When? How?” Seungmin explained how just after he left the cafe, Seungmin ran into Y/N and then walked her to work. “And she works at your hospital,” he continued.

Wonpil smirked as he hopped up onto the kitchen island to sit. “I can totally hook you two up,” he said as Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I don’t need you to hook me up,” he replied.

Wonpil held his hands up. “Then what do you need my help with?” he asked, looking confused. Seungmin cleared his throat before looking up at his friend. “I need a mobile phone. Now.”

Since acquiring the phone, Seungmin hadn’t been able to bring himself to make the call. Each time he picked up the device and tried to type out a message, it just didn’t feel right. Wonpil had sat down and shown him exactly how to use the device and even gave him some tips and pointers but it just felt… wrong.

After the tenth attempt at texting, Seungmin erased the message and set the phone down on the table in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t he just send a text? It wasn’t that hard, right?

He stared at the screen, hearing the ticking of the clock on the wall as he stared. He stared for a couple more minutes before grabbing it again and instead of typing he pressed the call button. This had to be easier, right? Talking was easier than trying to type.

Wonpil had been very precise that Seungmin did not write his texts like emails. It would make him look really weird and the last thing Seungmin wanted was for you to think he was weird.

He was certain if his heart had a beat that it would be pounding in his chest as he listened to the ringing through the receiver. If he could sweat, his palms would be clammy. Even if he was nervous, there was no way for him to express it except in his voice when you finally did answer.

“Hello?” Your voice sounded just as lovely as the last time he’d heard it. “Hello?” you said again. ‘Fuck. Answer her!’

“H-hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice cracking. Seungmin quickly recovered, crossing his arm over his chest and tucking his hand under his arm. “Uh, hi,” you replied, sounding unsure. “Who is this?” Seungmin started to pace from the kitchen to the living room.

“It-it’s Seungmin,” he clarified, clearing his throat, trying to push his nerves away and keep the conversation going. “Oh hey!” you said, instantly sounded much more excited to hear from him. ‘That’s a good sign,’ he told himself. “So you got a phone?” you asked.

Seungmin nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him. “Yeah,” he replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. Wonpil had warned him that almost no one said ‘yes’ over the phone except “boomers” and that Seungmin did not want to be lumped in with them.

“Welcome to the 21st century,” you said jokingly, making Seungmin chuckle nervously. “Am I your first call?” you asked and Seungmin hesitated. Should he say yes? Should he lie and say no? He decided against lying. “Yes,” he replied.

“I’m flattered,” you said and though Seungmin knew you were joking, he could tell it was just in good humor. He smiled to himself. “So,” you started and Seungmin heard the sound of rustling on the other side of the phone. Almost like the sound of sheets. Were you home in bed? He tried not to think about you in bed. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being your first mobile phone call?”

Seungmin straightened up, moving his free hand to slip into his pocket. “I’m not entirely sure,” he answered truthfully. “To be honest, I didn’t have a plan when I called you.” He heard you chuckle lightly on the other end. “So you’re just winging it?” you asked. Seungmin laughed, continuing to pace slowly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he replied. His nerves had calmed down and he found it easy to talk to you like this. “Well, how about I invite you out to dinner?” you asked, catching him off guard. ‘Dinner?’

“Like… a date?” Seungmin asked, waiting anxiously for your answer. “Or like two friends getting to know each other, if that makes you more comfortable. No expectations.” Seungmin paused, looking around his apartment slowly. The boxes in the corner that were half packed to the bare walls. He only had a few more weeks here in the city. ‘What the hell,’ he thought. ‘Why not?’

“Sure,” he replied. “Perfect. How about Saturday?” you asked. “I start a new rotation tomorrow so I’ll be free in the evenings.” You sounded excited about this and Seungmin tried not to get his hopes up. After all, he couldn’t get attached. He was moving soon. “Saturday works,” he replied.

“Great, I’ll text you the location of the restaurant,” you continued and Seungmin chuckled. “I don’t get a say in this?” he asked and you giggled. “I’m inviting you out, so no,” you replied. “I’ll see you Saturday, seven o’clock?” Seungmin’s smile widened.

“Seven o’clock,” he repeated. “It’s a date.”

Saturday came much too quickly for his liking and internally, Seungmin was panicking. He didn’t know how to do any of this. He was from a completely different time period. He had no idea how dating in the 21st century worked. He’d seen movies and television shows but none of it prepared him for what he was getting himself into.

You had sent a text with the location of the restaurant and Seungmin arrived at six-fifty, giving himself plenty of time to prepare to spend a few hours with you in a restaurant full of people. He’d chosen to walk, enjoying the scenery of the city as the sun slowly descended behind the buildings and the way the sky erupted into oranges and pinks as the celestial body sank further below the horizon.

The restaurant was a small upscale place nestled into the base of one of the many high rises near the heart of the city. Seungmin glanced through one of the large square windows on the front of the building, allowing him a glimpse inside the establishment.

Couple sat at small round white draped tables, eating their meals by candlelight and sipping their drinks. He noticed a familiar face sitting at the bar in a fitted black satin dress. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, thanking the attendant who opened the door and let him in.

Once inside, he was greeted by a host who promptly asked him for the name for his reservation but Seungmin didn’t look at him. His eyes were trained on you as you turned, catching his eye and smiling as you waved. Seungmin pointed in your direction.

“My date is at the bar,” he said to the host who turned to look back at you. “Ah yes,” he said, turning back to the book. “Your table is not quite ready but I will inform you when it is.” Seungmin nodded and squeezed past the host, making his way over to where you sat.

Inside, he had a better look at what you’d chosen to wear and he was glad he decided to dress up as everyone in the restaurant had the same idea. You smiled as he reached you, sliding into the seat beside you. “You’re early,” you noted, looking up from your drink.

He hadn’t noticed it before but you’d ordered a cocktail and it was half finished. He wondered how long you’d been waiting. “As are you,” Seungmin noted as he settled into the seat. You flashed him a sheepish smile and turned your attention to your drink.

“Have you been waiting long?” he asked and you shook your head, taking a sip of your drink. “Only a few minutes,” you replied as the bartender approached. “Can I get you anything, sir?” he asked, directing his question at Seungmin. “Whiskey, neat please,” Seungmin said as he pulled his wallet out. The bartender nodded and turned to start pouring Seungmin’s order.

“Whiskey without any chaser? You sound like a simple man,” you said, toying with the stem of your glass. A moment later, Seungmin’s drink was set in front of him and he thanked the man, passing him a couple notes. “I try to be,” Seungmin said, lifting the glass to take a sip.

“So, how does it feel to have finally joined us in the twenty-first century,” you asked, leaning on your arm against the counter. Seungmin felt his lips twitch into a smirk. “You make me sound like I’m ancient and out of touch with reality,” he mused, taking another sip.

“Are you?” you asked, drawing his attention. “Out of touch with reality?” Seungmin asked, watching as you shrugged your shoulders. “Or ancient?” Seungmin could have sworn his dead heart tried to skip a beat but it lay still in his chest.

He scoffed, looking down at the amber liquid in his glass. “What makes you think that?” he asked before looking back up to meet your gaze. You studied his features carefully, eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than he liked.

Before you could respond, the two of you were interrupted.

“Excuse me,” the host from before said. Both you and Seungmin turned at the same time. “Your table is ready.”

Once you migrated from the bar with your drinks, Seungmin ordered another whiskey while you both looked over the menu, looking for something that he could ingest without arousing suspicion. “Do you eat a lot of Italian food?” Seungmin asked, looking up from his menu.

You shook your head. “No,” you admitted. “Unless you count pizza,” you joked. Seungmin smiled, returning to the black words before him. He settled on a steak with a simple side dish while you ordered some kind of seafood pasta.

“I’ve heard the pizza in Italy is nothing like the rest of the world,” you said as you picked up your water glass. Seungmin nodded, setting his now empty whiskey glass down. “It is,” he replied. You looked up from your glass. “You’ve been to Italy, too? Why am I not surprised,” you mused with a smirk.

Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, smiling back. “I’ve been all over Europe,” he reminded you. You set your water glass down and leaned forward slightly. “And the States,” you added to his statement. He nodded. “And Asia,” he continued. “Hmm,” you hummed, looking down at his fingers drumming against the white tablecloth.

“What’s the best place you’ve visited? Your favorite,” you asked, clarifying what you meant at the end. Seungmin hesitated. That was a good question. One he doesn’t think he’s ever answered. Then again, he didn’t make a habit of conversing with people other than Wonpil. What was his favorite place to visit?

As he pondered, the server stopped by the table. “Would you like another drink, sir?” he asked, to which Seungmin shook his head. “No thank you,” he replied. “Two is my limit,” he added, looking up as the server nodded, taking the empty whiskey glass.

You fought the urge to smile, thanking the server as he took your empty cocktail glass as well. “Would you like another?” he asked softly. Seungmin saw your eyes flicker to him and then back and you nodded. “Just one more. Three is my limit,” you replied, turning to look at Seungmin with a smirk.

He returned the smile before looking away. “So, my favorite place?” he asked. You nodded again. “A place you couldn’t forget, even if you tried,” you replied. Seungmin’s eyes widened comically as he chortled. “Wow. Okay, no pressure then,” he said as he shifted in his seat.

“I think I’d have to pick Milan. Especially during autumn. It’s spectacular,” he replied. You rested your chin in your hand, watching as he explained. “In summer, it’s just so hot and humid. Especially in July and August. But in autumn? Perfect. Temperatures aren’t hot, it’s mild. Absolutely gorgeous,” he added.

You sat back as the server returned with not only your drink but also the food. Seungmin was surprised by the portions, especially of your pasta. He knew he’d only be able to eat part of his meal. He’d have to take the rest to go.

As the two of you ate, he asked you more questions. He learned you moved to Seoul for work. He asked about your hometown and your family. He was surprised to learn that your parents still lived in your hometown and that you went home almost every year during the holidays.

He also learned that you loved animals, cats were among your favorite and that you actually had a cat at home in your apartment. He learned that you had a studio apartment in a high rise a few blocks west of the coffee shop that had a view of the river.

You told him how you loved books. You loved to read and most of your free time was spent curled up on your couch with a blanket, a hot cup of tea, and a book in your hands. Sometimes your cat curled up in your lap and sometimes she would curl up next to you as you read.

Seungmin focused more on your words than his food and when the server came by he asked for the rest of it to go. Once the food was packed up and your drink finished, Seungmin fished his wallet out and you held up your hand. “I invited you out,” you started but Seungmin was much quicker, handing his wallet to the server.

You stared at him, looking up to find the confused look on the server’s face. Seungmin glanced up, realizing his mistake in an instant. “Sorry,” he muttered, snatching his wallet, opening it and handing the card over. The server walked away, still processing what just happened as you looked down at the table, biting your bottom lip to hold in the laugh Seungmin knew was trying to escape.

“I meant to do that, you know,” he addressed you. Nodding, he could tell you didn’t quite believe him. He looked down at the table, silence falling over you as he, too, processed what he’d just done. As it set in, he snorted, holding back a laugh. Never before had he done something so absentminded as hand his entire wallet to a server to pay for a meal before.

How weird did he look? Would the server take it as stupidity or pretentiousness? As the server returned with the slip, Seungmin thanked him, holding back his laughter. He signed the slip and left a generous tip. He quickly returned his card to its home in his wallet and looked up at you.

“We should probably go,” he said softly. Your shoulders were shaking from holding back your laughter. You cleared your throat and nodded, getting up and Seungmin followed, grabbing the bag of to-go food. You both hurried towards the entrance, thanking the staff as you exited the building.

Once outside, you took one look at Seungmin, meeting his eye and both of you burst into laughter, ignoring the looks of other pedestrians as they passed by you. “What the hell was that?” you asked, your laughter subsiding only for a moment.

“I have no idea,” Seungmin replied, laughing just as hard. “I’ve never done that before!”

As the two of you started down the sidewalk, you continued to laugh about the wallet situation.

“It was just the look on his face,” you said, giggling hysterically. “He was so confused!”

“I know! I wish I could have read his mind. I wonder if he thought I was some pretentious asshole,” Seungmin countered. “Or just dumb,” you snorted. “Not that you are,” you clarified quickly. Seungmin burst into another round of laughter.

“I mean, I did just try to pay for our meals by handing over my entire wallet like we were getting mugged in an alley,” he reminded you, another round of laughter emitting from both of you.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your building and Seungmin stopped as you did, looking up at your building. “This is me,” you noted, turning back to look at him. Seungmin nodded.

“It’s getting cold out here,” he replied, his eyes threatening to dip down to look over your body again. He’d avoided it back in the restaurant by looking at other things in the establishment but out here, alone, in front of your apartment building he found it much harder to resist.

“It is,” you nodded. Silence fell between you but it wasn’t awkward this time. There was a certain tension. Something Seungmin hadn’t experienced in a long time. Sexual tension. He cleared his throat softly, noticing how you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Did you want to come up?” you asked softly and Seungmin froze. He had no expectations going into this, knowing he was going to be leaving the city and his current life behind in a couple weeks so your question caught him off guard. Could he? He could, he was capable of going up to your apartment and giving you what you were probably expecting. He had the ability to do so.

But could he do that, knowing that something more might come out of it when he knew he was leaving? Could he do that to you or to himself? Was he strong enough to give in for just a couple weeks and then leave, never to return? He knew the answer to that question before he even asked himself.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head and giving you a kind smile. “I’m afraid I’m a bit more old fashioned,” he added. The brief hurt on your face was replaced by understanding. The classic ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ tactic. You returned his smile. “I understand,” you replied.

“That’s actually kind of refreshing,” you added. “Most guys can’t wait for the date to get to this part, hoping I’ll invite them up but to be honest,” you explained. “I almost never invite them in.”

Seungmin felt a small surge of pride. It felt good to know that you felt comfortable enough to invite him in although you should feel anything but comfortable in his presence. “Maybe another time,” you added. Seungmin nodded wordlessly, not wanting to give you any false hope.

The man in him was screaming at him, cursing at him for letting you walk away. You stepped forward, closing the distance and kissing him on the cheek. It happened so quickly, Seungmin couldn’t stop it without hurting you physically or emotionally. When you drew back, you uttered a soft goodnight and turned to head up the steps to your building’s door.

Seungmin stood rooted to the spot, watching you walk away. He finally allowed him the chance to look over your body, the man in him still screaming at the lost opportunity to have you beneath him. Once you were safely inside, Seungmin turned and started in the direction of his apartment, going over the events of the night in his mind.

It had been awkward for him at first but he was surprised by how easily you both seemed to get along. The conversation, the joking, the wallet situation that still made him chuckle. The chemistry was there, he couldn’t deny it. And so when you called him a couple days later, asking him on another date, he couldn’t find it in him to say no.

Nor when you asked him on another. He enjoyed every minute he spent with you. He enjoyed your company far more than he enjoyed Wonpil’s, though he’d never tell his friend that. He normally shied away from humans physically but with you, everything felt natural.

The way you grabbed his hand when you were walking, the way you leaned into him, even when you kissed his cheek goodnight after he turned your offer to come up again and again. Everything with you felt right. Each time spent with you only drew him closer and closer to when he’d have to say goodbye.

He had a week left and so he decided to invite you out for once, calling you up.

“Oh, sorry,” you said over the receiver. He could hear the sound of you moving around your apartment. “I actually have plans tonight.” Seungmin felt his stomach sink. ‘Plans?’ he wondered and briefly, he thought maybe he’d turned you down one too many times until you spoke again.

“Yeah, my friend Ami is in town and it’s her birthday so we’re going to the club tonight,” you explained. Seungmin felt the weight in his stomach dissipate and he felt better instantly. “Oh? Where at?” he asked. “At this new club down by the main strip in Gangnam,” you replied. He heard the clicking of heels. You must be getting ready to leave.

“Well, have fun and be safe,” Seungmin said as he heard your keys jingle through the phone. “Thanks,” you said, a smile in your voice. “I’ll be careful,” you added. “And tell your friend I said happy birthday.” Your chuckle rang out and it made Seungmin miss hearing it in person. “I will,” you replied.

“I gotta go,” you said as Seungmin heard you open your door. “I’ll let you know when I get there and when I get home,” you added. “If it’ll make you feel better.” Seungmin smiled to himself. “It would, actually,” he answered. “Thank you.”

After you hung up, Seungmin plugged his phone in, hurrying through the apartment and changed at inhuman speed before returning to his phone, snatching it up and dialing Wonpil’s number. After the second ring, Wonpil answered the phone.

“What’s up?” he asked and Seungmin looked at himself in the mirror above the dining room table. “Do you have plans right now?” he asked. Wonpil fell silent for a moment before answering. “No?” he said hesitantly. “Want to go do something?” Seungmin asked.

“Dude, are you finally enjoying life again?” Wonpil asked, sounding both shocked and excited. “Well,” Seungmin said, playing with his hair, trying to get some of it to lay a certain way. “I’ve been on like 4 dates with Y/N,” he answered.

He heard Wonpil whoop through the phone. “Finally! You got laid!” Seungmin’s smile fell. “Actually about that,” he started and he could hear Wonpil groan through the phone. “Dude!” Seungmin held up his finger, even if Wonpil couldn’t see him. “To be fair, I’m leaving the city in like a week,” he explained.

“You know what? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go out,” Wonpil said. “Where are we going?”

A smile spread across his face. “Have you been to the new club in Gangnam?”

Getting to the club was easy, and meeting Ami and Hae-eun was even easier. You hated turning Seungmin down but you’d had these plans for a couple weeks now. You could always see him another day. “Y/N!” Ami said excitedly as you joined her and Hae-eun in line.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a hug before you turned to hug Hae-eun. “Look at you,” Hae-eun said, looking at your dress. “I’ve been wanting to wear this for a while,” you admitted. “But I don’t have a chance to go to clubs anymore.”

“Is that hospital overworking?” Ami asked as the line moved closer to the door. “No,” you replied, waving your hand as you took a step forward with your friends. “I’ve actually started dating,” you admitted. Ami gasped dramatically. “No way,” she said and Hae-eun lightly slapped her arm.

“Stop teasing her,” Hae-eun chastised. “I think it’s great,” she added as the three of you took another step closer to the doors. “I like that you’re settled in enough to start dating again.” You smiled at her, thanking her silently.

It only took a few minutes more to get to the door, show your IDs to the bouncer and get inside after paying your cover charge.

Once inside, you maneuvered through the crowd towards the bar to order drinks. Hae-eun opened the first tab on her card and once you each had a drink or two in Ami’s case, the three of you tried to find an open table and were lucky enough to find three open places on one of the sofas.

Playing catch up over drinks and the loud music was difficult but you managed and after downing a drink, Hae-eun dragged both you and Ami onto the floor, even if you lost your spot. It had been a while since you’d been dancing with your friends but it was nice to let loose.

Seungmin had been a blessing, spending time with him helped you unwind but you couldn’t lie that you were left feeling a little frustrated each time he declined to come back up to your apartment at the end of each date. You understood his position completely. He wasn’t a casual sex kind of guy and you couldn’t fault him for that but you couldn’t deny that you were really hot for him.

Like really really hot.

You’d had more than one dream that left you even more frustrated than before.

“I need water!” you called over the heavy bass to your friends who nodded and continued to dance as you squeezed through the crowd of sweaty patrons and headed for the bar to get some water.

You were glad you chose a comfortable dress that was still form fitting and showed off your curves. As you approached the bar, you smiled at the bartender who stopped in front of you. “Water please,” you said, leaning in and grabbing a napkin or two, starting to dab at your forehead and neck.

As you waited, you managed to dab and wipe away some of the sweat, tossing the napkins away as the person beside you stepped away from the bar, leaving an open space that was quickly occupied by another body. “Here you go,” the bartender said, passing you an unopened bottle of water.

You thanked him, twisting the top off and taking a drink.

You were aware of the eyes on you and you glanced to the side, noticing how the man who had walked up was looking at you. His eyes looked up and down your body before looking up to meet your gaze. He gave you a smile which you did not return.

“Hey,” the man said and you turned back to look at him. You said nothing, forcing a polite smile before turning back away, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t.

“I saw you from across the room,” he started, leaning in to speak into your ear. You leaned away from him, the scent of his cologne overpowering your senses. “Your eyes work,” you noted. “Good for you.” He laughed heavily, the sound instantly putting you off.

You grabbed your bottle of water and excused yourself, turning and walking away from the bar. You spotted your friends in the crowd but before you could step off to weave through the crowd and join them, you felt a rough hand grab your arm. “I wasn’t done talking to you,” the man growled.

You quickly untwist the cap on your bottle of water and squeezed it, sending water into his face. “Yes you were,” you snapped and pulled from his grip. “No means no.”

Not giving him a chance to respond or react, you dumped the rest of your water on his shoes and tossed the bottle in the waste bin nearby, turning and heading into the crowd to find Ami and Hae-eun. They turned as you arrived and both their smiles fell upon seeing your annoyed expression.

You gave them a short explanation and commended you for how you handled the situation. They pulled you in to dance some more before the three of you headed back to the bar for more drinks. You were here celebrating with your friends and nothing, not even some creep, was going to ruin your fun.

As you sat back down at the sofa, Hae-eun rounded on you. “So,” she started, tapping your knee. “Tell us about this guy.” Ami’s eyes widened in excitement. “Ooh, yes!” she exclaimed. You shrugged your shoulders, stirring your drink with the small black straw.

“What do you want to know?” you asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“How did you meet?”

“Is he hot?”

“Where did you meet?”

“Is he rich?”

“What does he do for a living?”

“Does he have a big-”

Hae-eun slapped Ami’s arm. “Stop with the superficial questions!” she hissed, making you snort and shake your head at their antics. ‘The same as ever,’ you noted.

“We met in the national park,” you started, looking at Hae-eun. “Yes, he’s hot,” you continued, looking at Ami. “I don’t know what he does for a living but he’s got enough money to pay for all our dates,” you added. The two stared at you, waiting for more. “And???” Ami asked.

“And what?” you asked, looking between them.

“I think what the birthday girl is asking,” Hae-eun said, throwing a glare at Ami. “Is ‘have you slept together?’” Ami nodded excitedly, looking at you expectantly. You averted your eyes from their questioning gazes, suddenly more interested in your drink.

“We haven’t,” you finally answered quietly. Ami groaned and Hae-eun shushed her. “This is why none of your dates go anywhere, Y/N,” Ami said pointedly, ignoring the glare Hae-eun gave her. You looked up at them, confusion written on your face.

“But I’ve invited him up!” you protested. “Numerous times actually.” Ami exchanged glances with Hae-eun. “And he says no?” Hae-eun asked, to which you nodded. “Every time; he declines, we say goodnight, I kiss him on the cheek, and then he waits for me to go inside before he leaves,” you explained.

“He’s gay,” Ami said suddenly, making Hae-eun choke on her drink.

“He’s not gay,” you retorted. “He even said he’s just old fashioned. He’s not into casual sex.” Ami rolled her eyes, settling back against the sofa. “Gaaaaaaay,” she shouted. Hae-eun covered her mouth with her hand, apologizing to the group sitting next to you.

You looked back down at your drink. “Maybe he’s a virgin!” Ami suddenly said and you shrugged. “And if he is?” you asked, looking up. “Is that so bad?” Ami hesitated but Hae-eun jumped in. “No,” she replied. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” she replied.

“It’s boring!” Ami said loudly, earning another slap to the arm from Hae-eun.

“Well, I think it’s refreshing to have a guy not want to get into my pants and actually take an interest in building something first,” you retorted. “Not everything has to be about sex. Meaningful relationships are important, too,” you added. Hae-eun raised her glass. “Hear, hear,” she said.

You gently tapped your glass against hers before taking a sip while Ami shrugged.

“I still think he’s a boring, gay virgin.”

Seungmin had met Wonpil at the door, managing to get to the club at the same time Wonpil was ready to go in. They’d paid their cover charges, slipped inside and headed for the bar. Seungmin ordered a simple whiskey neat and spent most of the first few hours nursing the drink.

Wonpil was looking around, noticing a few ladies not far smiling his way but tonight wasn’t about that as Seungmin had explained as soon as they entered the establishment. “I can’t believe the first time ever of you inviting me out is about spying on your girlfriend,” he murmured, downing the rest of his second drink.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Seungmin retorted, keeping his eyes on you as you danced with your friends. You had finished one drink already that he saw and took to the floor immediately after, following your two friends. He had half a mind to slip onto the dance floor and join you.

He was vaguely listening to Wonpil talk about work when he noticed you were no longer on the dance floor. He saw your friends but there was no sign of you. Sitting up quickly, his eyes darted around until he finally found you, relief flooding him but it was short lived.

You had managed to ask the bartender for something when a man in a gray suit sidled up to the bar beside you. The way he was staring at your body made Seungmin’s stomach churn. He watched as the man spoke to you but due to all the other interference of the loud music and chatter around him, Seungmin couldn’t tell what was being said but based on your body language, you weren’t into it.

Seungmin watched as you walked away from the bar, feeling a bit better but when the man followed, grabbing you by the arm, he clenched his hand so hard, the glass in Seungmin’s hand shattered, sending whiskey all over the table.

“Whoa, dude, chill,” Wonpil hissed, starting to pick up the pieces, catching the attention of one of the servers who came over with a towel. “I’m so sorry,” Wonpil said as he helped her gather the glass in the towel. “My friend doesn’t know his own strength sometimes,” he added as he brushed Seungmin’s hand off and accepted a clean towel to clean up the alcohol.

“Thank you so much,” Wonpil said, offering another apology.

Seungmin’s eyes were still on you and the man. You’d managed to untwist the cap of your water bottle and squeeze the liquid in his face, prompting to let go before you dumped the remainder on his shoes and then left to join your friends.

Seungmin felt a surge of pride at watching the exchange but he didn’t miss the murderous look the man threw your way before he stormed off towards the bathrooms. Seungmin kept his eye on you but also kept an eye out for the man.

It was maybe about twenty or thirty minutes later that you got up from the couch after settling there with new drinks that you made your way towards the bathrooms. Seungmin had yet to see the man but when you passed the bar, a figure turned and Seungmin saw it was the man.

He felt his stomach churn again as the man got up and started after you, keeping his distance. “I’ll be back,” Seungmin announced to Wonpil and got up from his seat, turning and weaving through the crowd in the direction of the bathrooms.

You managed to make it through the crowd and into the bathroom. As you were shutting the door, a foot blocked it and you looked up to see the same man from before. He pushed the door open, forcing you back. “This is the women’s bathroom,” you remarked but he said nothing, instead, shutting the door and to your horror you heard the lock click.

“You need to get out,” you said as he advanced. Again he said nothing.

You backed away as he continued forward towards you.

“Get the fuck out. What is your problem?” you snapped, which finally got a response. “You think that was funny?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “Splashing water in my face in front of everyone?” You narrowed your eyes. “If you hadn’t been such a creep and left me alone when I literally walked away from you, maybe I wouldn’t have had to splash water in your face,” you replied.

“If you didn’t want attention, you shouldn’t have dressed like a slut,” he retorted. You rolled your eyes. “Seriously dude? Grow up. Get out before I call security,” you warned. He scoffed, almost laughing at you. “How’re you gonna do that when you can’t even scream?” he asked.

Your eyes widened and before you could move, he closed the distance, pushing you back against the sink, one hand going round your throat and pushing your head back against the mirror. You heard the glass crack and splinter as your head made contact, the impact dazing you for a moment.

You tried to claw at his hand. “L-let go!” you choked out. His free hand moved to the hem of your dress. “I’ll teach you a lesson, slut,” he growled. Before he could do anything else, the door was thrown open with such force you thought a bomb had gone off.

“Get your hands off her,” a familiar voice snapped. You heard the impact of a punch and the sound of a body falling into the wall before you felt a presence standing in front of you. “Y/N, holy shit, look at me,” the voice said. Gentle hands took hold of your face and through your swimming vision you saw Seungmin’s face.

“S-Seungmin?” you stammered. “Back off buddy,” the other guy said, advancing but Seungmin turned to look at him, a deep growl emitting from his chest. It rumbled so intensely that you felt it on your skin. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking fingers off, one by one,” he threatened.

Without another word, Seungmin easily lifted you off the sink, carrying you from the bathroom and through the crowd easily. He stopped at the door to inform the bouncers of the situation but you couldn’t pay attention. Soon the cool autumn air hit your skin and you opened your eyes.

You were outside.

“Where’s your phone?” Seungmin asked, carrying you to the end of the block and kneeling down, holding you up with one hand as he pulled his own phone from his pocket. “It’s here,” you murmured, gesturing at your chest where you had stuffed your phone earlier as your dress had no pockets.

“Can you get it out for me?” Seungmin asked softly as he dialed something on his phone and held his phone up to his ear. “Yeah, I got her,” Seungmin said softly into the receiver. “I’m gonna call an ambulance. Get her friends and I’ll text you the location of the hospital they take her,” he continued.

You shook your head. “No mmbulance,” you mumbled. Seungmin pulled his phone away from his ear and started typing again before holding it back up to his ear. “Y/N, you’ve hit your head,” Seungmin explained. “You’re bleeding so you might need stitches,” he continued. “And you might have a concussion.”

You looked up as he waited for whoever he was calling to answer. In the glow of the neon lights of the city he was exceptionally beautiful. You blinked slowly as you watched him. His hair was pushed back, like he’d intentionally styled it or had run his fingers through it so much it was holding.

His irises were red and you don’t know how you never noticed it before.

“You have pretty eyes,” you said, your speech slurring slightly. Seungmin looked down at you, his lips parting before he looked back up. “Hi, yes, I need an ambulance to the corner of Gangnam Boulevard and the 69th street. Address? Uh…” Seungmin looked up and around for an address to give what you assumed was a 1-1-9 dispatcher.

You tuned out the words, instead just watching him speak as the throbbing of your head started to set in.

“Thank you,” he replied, drawing you back to reality. “Ow,” you murmured as he put his phone away. “An ambulance is on the way,” he said, shifting so he was leaning against the wall of the building and keeping you on his lap. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?” he asked softly.

“Ssseven,” you slurred. “Y/N oh my god! What happened!” a voice rang out. Seungmin looked up as did you. A smile spread across your face as Ami and Hae-eun hurried over with some guy you’d never seen. He looked a bit like Seungmin. You glanced at Seungmin again and then to the man and back at Seungmin.

“Are you two brothers?” you asked, pointing between them. Seungmin looked up at the man who stared back. “Uh, Y/N,” Seungmin replied. “That’s Wonpil.” You looked again and the realization dawned on you. “Dr. Kim!” you said suddenly, trying to sit up but Seungmin kept a firm grip on you.

“Whoa,” Wonpil said as he moved and knelt down. “No sudden movements, Y/N,” he said with a chuckle. “You know that. Let me see your head,” he said, gently taking your head and turning it so he could inspect the back. “It’s bleeding,” he noted.

“But it doesn’t seem too bad,” he added. “Might not even need stitches,” he continued with a smile and a wink. “But you could have a concussion,” he said, glancing at Seungmin. “Okay,” Hae-eun said, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Not to be rude, but who the fuck are you two?”

Wonpil chuckled at Hae-eun’s aggressiveness. “I’m Wonpil. I work with Y/N,” he introduced himself. “I’m a doctor at Seoul General. This is my friend Seungmin who also happens to be dating your friend Y/N,” he added, gesturing at Seungmin.

“Ami! Ami! Seungmin is the one you think is a gay virgin,” you blurted out, looking at Ami who looked positively horrified at your candor. You felt Seungmin freeze under you. “Y/N,” Hae-eun hissed. “You can’t say things like that.” You looked at her. “Oh, sorry, Hae-eun.”

Wonpil looked as if he might burst a seam, holding in his laughter.

“I am so sorry,” Ami said, looking at Seungmin. You looked up at him trying to decipher his expression but it was unreadable. “He’s just a gentleman,” you replied, still looking up at him. Seungmin looked down, meeting your gaze and you noticed the small smile he gave you.

“He’s just old fashioned and there’s nothing wrong with that,” you continued. You looked around as everyone was bathed in red and blue lights. “Is the wee woo wagon here?” you asked, making Wonpil snort as Seungmin carefully shifted as two paramedics got out of the ambulance.

“Yes,” he said, glancing down at you. “The wee woo wagon is here.” You closed your eyes, letting out a laugh. “Wee woo, wee woo,” you said, mimicking the siren as a new set of hands started to look you over and carefully placed you on a soft material.

“Wow,” you said as one person started to check your blood pressure. “The concrete sure is soft.”

Wonpil let out another laugh before covering his mouth. “Sorry,” he said softly. After starting an IV and checking your vitals and the wound on your head, you were loaded into the ambulance. “We only have space for one of you,” one of the paramedics said. “I’ll go,” Wonpil offered. “I’m a doctor and her colleague,” he added. “I’ll text you the location,” he said as he climbed in.

Seungmin nodded, keeping his eyes on you as the doors were shut and the ambulance took off, sirens blaring. “This is not how tonight was supposed to go,” Ami said tearfully, Hae-eun leaning into her looking every bit as worried as Seungmin felt.

“Where will they take her?” Ami asked, looking at Seungmin who shrugged. “I don’t know,” he replied. “Wonpil will let me know as soon as they get close,” he added.

Seungmin glanced behind him, back towards the club. His mind was full of thoughts to go back. To finish what he had in his mind but the buzzing of his phone pulled him from those dark thoughts. Seungmin glanced down at his phone, the screen lighting up with a notification from Wonpil.

Wonpil: they’re taking her to our hospital. Visiting hours will be ending soon. Get there fast

“I got a location,” Seungmin announced, Ami and Hae-eun turning to look at him. “Where” Ami asked as Seungmin hailed a cab, pocketing his phone. The driver pulled up to the curb and Seungmin turned to the two. “Seoul General,” he replied. “But we have to hurry.”

He got into the front while Ami and Hae-eun got into the back and he told the driver where to go.

He’d deal with the creep later.

The drive to the hospital didn’t take long and soon, the cab was pulling up to the emergency entrance. “Thank you so much,” Seungmin said, paying the driver as Ami and Hae-eun got out. He joined them on the sidewalk and headed into the hospital.

“Can I help you?” one of the triage nurses asked, smiling up at him. “Hi,” Seungmin said softly, leaning against the counter. “Our friend was brought in. A Dr. Kim was with her. She had a head injury and was picked up just off Gangnam Boulevard,” he explained.

“What’s your friend’s name?” she asked, typing on her computer. “Y/N,” Seungmin replied quickly.

“Last name?” she asked, looking up at him. Seungmin hesitated. He didn’t know your last name. “Y/L/N,” Hae-eun interjected, stepping forward. She rattled off the rest of your information as Seungmin fell silent. He hadn’t even known your last name.

How didn’t he know something as simple as that? It started to dawn on him just how little he truly knew about you. “She’s still being looked at,” the nurse said as she looked at her screen. “Dr. Kim ordered an MRI and CT scan. If you want to wait, you’re welcome to wait here and I’ll make sure someone comes and informs you of her condition as soon as there’s an update.”

Hae-eun thanked the nurse and returned to Ami, the two leading the way over to an empty corner, taking a seat on the small sofa while Seungmin sat in one of the armchairs. He didn’t look at either of your friends, instead trying to focus on keeping himself from going back to the club.

He wasn’t sure how much time went by but Hae-eun looked up and tapped Ami’s arm prompting Seungmin to also look up, seeing Wonpil walking over. Seungmin got up quickly as did Hae-eun. “How is she?” Ami asked, looking up from her seat.

“She’s okay,” Wonpil answered. “She didn’t need stitches,” he confirmed, looking at Seungmin who was relieved. “It was a lot of blood but the cut was very shallow and shouldn’t scar.” Seungmin let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “As for the trauma to her head,” he continued.

“Nothing on her scans indicate any serious trauma to her brain. Maybe a little bit of rattling, but there’s no bleeding in her brain which is a good sign,” he explained, addressing Ami and Hae-eun. “We will keep her overnight for observation. Nurses will wake her up every hour to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion,” he continued.

“Can we go see her?” Ami asked and Wonpil nodded, smiling. “Yes, of course,” he answered. “I’ll take you back there now,” he added. Seungmin brought up the rear as Wonpil walked your friends back into the ER. “Visiting hours end soon,” Wonpil said softly as he stopped by a door,

“But I’ll extend them just a bit for you,” he added, gesturing to the open door. Ami and Hae-eun entered, pushing the curtain aside as they entered. Wonpil stopped Seungmin before he could follow. “Tell me you didn’t do anything to him,” Wonpil said under his breath.

Seungmin looked up at this friend. “No,” he replied. “Well, I may have punched him.” Wonpil raised a brow. “Did his head stay on?” Seungmin snorted. “Unfortunately,” he replied. Wonpil held back a laugh. “I know he did something wrong but don’t go causing trouble,” Wonpil warned.

“Let the consequences of his actions catch up with him.”

Seungmin said nothing, nodding silently as Wonpil lowered his hand. “She’s a little more lucid,” he added. Seungmin thanked his friend and entered the room. Seeing you lying in the bed made his non-beating heart sink into his stomach.

He hated seeing you in such a state and it further fueled the fire in his being to go back to the club and deal with the man who had the audacity to put his hands on you. To say the things he did. To hurt you. Seungmin heard it all.

After the man had gotten up and followed you, Seungmin had gotten up, following both of you at a distance. He heard the entire exchange. The way you stood your ground, the way the man degraded you, calling you names before he acted.

It took every ounce of his strength to not tear the man apart, limb from limb when he entered that bathroom. Seeing his hands on you, how he had you pinned to the sink. The shatter mirror, the cracks spreading from the source of impact. Your head.

He should have killed the creep then and there but he was driven by a desire to make sure you were okay first. To get you to safety and assess your condition. He could always go back. And he would go back.

“Y/N, oh my god!” Ami said, rushing to your side as Hae-eun followed. Seungmin hung back as Wonpil entered the room, hands in his pockets. “She’s a very pretty woman,” Wonpil said under his breath. Seungmin nodded. “She’s more remarkable than she looks,” he replied.

Wonpil nodded, silence falling over the two.

“You can’t keep seeing her if you plan to leave,” Wonpil said finally and Seungmin nodded again. “I know,” he said softly. “I’ve thought about it over and over,” he added. “It’ll just hurt her and I can't do that to her.”

Wonpill nodded, turning his head towards Seungmin. “So don’t keep doing this. Don’t follow her to clubs,” he continued. Seungmin looked at him. “This was a one time thing,” he whispered. “I’ve never followed her before,” he clarified.

Wonpil nodded. “Good,” he said softly. Seungmin watched as Wonpil stepped forward. “I’m sorry ladies,” he said, addressing Ami and Hae-eun. “But Y/N needs rest. She’ll be released tomorrow so long as she’s cleared,” he added. Ami and Hae-eun nodded and looked back at you.

“Sorry I ruined your birthday,” you said to Ami who laughed, gently squeezing your hand. “It’s okay,” she replied. “You didn’t ruin it,” she added. “We’ll come see you tomorrow,” Hae-eun said, looking at Wonpil who nodded with a smile. “Of course,” he said, gesturing towards the door.

“Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow,” Ami said as she and Hae-eun said goodbye and started to move towards the door, passing in front of Seungmin. When they were past him, Seungmin caught your eye and offered a smile before turning to head for the door.

“Actually, could I have a moment alone with Seungmin?” you asked Wonpil who glanced at his friend before looking back at you. “Of course,” he said. “Just a couple minutes,” he added before leaving the room. Seungmin turned back to face you.

“Could you come here please?” you asked, trying to push yourself up. Seungmin hurried to your side, grabbing the bed controls. “Use this,” he said, placing it in your hand. “Thanks,” you said, pressing the button to raise the head of the bed.

Seungmin sat carefully on the edge of your bed, keeping his eyes on your face. “I--” your voice cracked as you tried to say something. You tried again. Seungmin could see you fighting the urge to cry. “I wanted to thank you for saving me,” you said softly. Seungmin glanced down at your hand, wondering whether he should take hold of it or not.

He lost the fight with his inner self and took your hand gently and carefully. His ears picked up how the heart monitor beeped a little faster. It wasn’t much but it was enough for you to avoid his glaze for a moment. “Damn machine,” you said softly.

“Giving me away.”

Seungmin fought the urge to smile. He’d already known how he affected you. He could hear your heart without the monitor. He could hear the way the tempo danced whenever he got closer or whenever you held his hand or leaned into him.

He was sure his would be doing the same if it weren’t dead.

“Damn machine,” he repeated, making you chuckle.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. “I thanked you for saving me,” you started. “But how did you know where I was?” you asked. Seungmin smiled, looking down at your hand in his. “When you said you were going out with some friends, I decided to do the same and asked Wonpil to come out with me. I didn’t expect us to end up at the same club,” he admitted.

You looked up at him as he spoke. “But I saw you while I was talking to Wonpil and I saw that guy,” he continued, his expression shifting to anger as he recalled the way the man had grabbed your arm. “And I saw the way you defended yourself. But then you went to the bathroom alone and then I saw him follow and I just felt like something was wrong,” he added.

“So I followed you to the bathrooms. I got close enough, and then I heard you pleading,” Seungmin said, keeping his voice as even as possible. “So you broke down the door?” you asked, watching his face. He nodded. “How?” you asked, and Seungmin looked down at you. “How what?”

“How did you break down the door?” you asked, looking genuinely curious. “I kicked it in,” he admitted. You stared at him for a few minutes before speaking. “But it’s a metal door,” you replied. Seungmin shrugged. “I probably had adrenaline pumping,” he replied. “You can do incredible things on adrenaline,” he added.

You stared at him, eyes searching his face. For the first time since meeting you, Seungmin couldn’t tell if you were scared of him or not. “That’s one hell of an adrenaline rush,” you finally said and Seungmin laughed, nodding. “Yeah,” he said softly. He placed your hand on your stomach.

“I should probably go so you can rest,” he said, standing up. The way you looked up at him had him feeling like he couldn’t just leave without a proper goodbye. Against his better judgment, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As he pulled back, he met your gaze and before he could stop you, you grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him down and Seungmin felt on fire as your lips met for the first time. He couldn’t remember the last time he kissed someone. It had been ages but yet he didn’t seem to be any worse for it.

Your lips parted and Seungmin could hear via both the heart monitor and the pounding of your heart as his tongue slipped into your mouth. It was embarrassing how easily a kiss riled him up but he could smell how it affected you as well. He pulled back even though the man inside him wanted more. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry our first kiss was while you were lying in a hospital bed,” he said, a hint of amusement to his voice. You giggled, looking up at him as he pulled back. “Thank you again,” you said softly, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. Seungmin’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over and pulling your bottom lip free before he leaned in, kissing you again.

“Get some rest,” he said softly. “I’ll come see you tomorrow,” he added as he stood up. “You promise?” you called as he walked towards the door, he turned back and smiled, nodding. “But after you get out of the hospital,” he added as the door opened and Wonpil appeared.

“Goodnight Y/N,” Seungmin said before following Wonpil out of the room as he heard you call out.

“See you around!”

Seungmin chuckled to himself as Wonpil shut the door and rounded on him. “I told you to leave her alone,” he hissed as the pair headed for the exit. “The entire nurses station could hear her heart monitor!” Seungmin laughed a little louder as they reached the door.

“I’m serious,” Wonpil added, trying not to laugh as Seungmin came to a halt by the doors leading out to the lobby. “If you plan on leaving, don’t get involved with her.” Seungmin nodded, forcing his laughter down. “And go home,” he added.

It was clear what Wonpil was insinuating but there was no way Seungmin was going to let the creep get away with what he’d just done. Especially not to you. “The world won’t miss him,” he replied under his breath. “I’m simply taking out the trash.”

Wonpil glanced up at him before looking around. “Fine,” he said definitively. “Just make it look like an accident and be careful.” Seungmin didn’t need telling twice. He nodded once and said goodbye to his friend before exiting to the lobby. If he was going to do this, he needed to get back to the club.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the club and by the time he got there, the club had closed with the patrons spilling out into the street, calling for taxis and other transportation home. Seungmin hid amongst the crowd, keeping his eye out until he finally spotted him.

‘Found you.’

It had not been a good night for Darren. From having water splashed in his face and poured on his shoes, being assaulted in the bathroom and not managing to find anyone else to come home with him, he left the club dejectedly and started the walk home. He was fortunate that his apartment building was a few blocks away.

As he started to walk away from the crowd, he glanced around to get an idea of his surroundings and who might be walking the same direction as him. He continued on, one foot in front of the other as he walked further from the busy boulevard and down side streets and alleys.

He stopped in his tracks as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and turned, looking behind him, scanning the area. He saw nothing, indicating he was alone, but he didn’t feel alone. He shook the feeling off and turned back around to continue on.

He’d only gone a few more steps when he felt it again. The feeling of being watched. He turned back around, hands balling into fists as he stood his ground against his shadowy follower. He squinted, looking into the dark crevices. Inspecting the best he could from a distance.

Nothing moved. There were no sounds. No crickets, no rats or other critters squeaking or chittering. There was no sound of fans or air conditioning units. Nothing. It was as if someone hit mute on everything. There was no sound of vehicles passing on the larger streets nearby.

He shook the creeping feeling across his skin and continued on his way again. He wasn’t going to let some paranoid feeling get the best of him. Picking up the pace, he continued walking, hoping to get out of this neighborhood soon and into the one where he lived. Where he felt safe.

He heard the sound of footsteps and the scraping of metal against concrete, like a can had been kicked. He spun around but was met once again with an empty alleyway. The various steps and stoops up to the front doors were empty. Not even a cat waiting to be let in for the night.

There was nothing. Just him and the alley.

Darren quickened his pace yet again, practically jogging now as he tried to navigate his way out of this alley and back onto a major street. He could hear footsteps against pavement and broke into a run, noticing the end of the alley drawing closer and soon he was back on the main street with other people. He stopped, glancing back into the alley where he swore he saw a pair of glowing red eyes.

This spooked him enough to light a fire under him and he hurried back to his building, ignoring the looks from strangers around him as he pushed past them without so much as an ‘excuse me’ or apology. He reached his building, a high rise with a doorman who greeted him, opening the door for him.

Once in the elevator, Darren felt much better. Safer even. The ride up to the nineteenth floor didn’t take long and soon he was putting in the code for his apartment, letting himself in and shutting the door quickly behind him, locking it and taking a few deep breaths.

He’d managed to make it home and he felt infinitely better in his familiar surroundings. He started to settle, removing his shoes before stepping up onto the floor and going about his usual routine. He moved into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and drinking it slowly as he thought about the events of the night.

Namely the man who came into the bathroom to rescue the woman who had splashed water in his face.

He’d never seen anything like it. The way the door was kicked in, almost like it had been blown in by a battering ram and then the way he stormed in. He moved so fast, Darren had no chance to react before he felt the man’s fist collide with his jaw. “Bastard,” he said softly as he reached up to massage the sore spot on his face. He knew it was going to bruise.

Darren finished his water before setting the empty glass in the sink and heading to the back of his apartment, towards his bedroom and bathroom. Inside the bathroom, he turned on the water, making it as hot as he could stand. Something to relax his tense muscles before bed.

He stripped, dropping his clothes in the hamper and stepped under the stream, closing the glass door behind him. The hot water beat down on him, steaming up the glass surfaces and obscuring his vision of the rest of the bathroom.

A sudden gust of cold wind hit him and he froze, looking away from the shower and quickly wiped the glass, squinting out into the bathroom and trying to see beyond the open bathroom door to his bedroom. He saw nothing and quickly opened the door, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.

He stepped out of the shower, and started into the bedroom, the cool breeze still hitting him. Once inside his room he noticed that one of his windows was open. ‘What the hell?’

He hurried over and pulled it shut, latching the lock and looking outside to the city below. ‘How in the hell could that have opened?’ he wondered. He took a good look around the room but found nothing amiss. Nothing had been moved, nor did he see any sign of intruders.

Deciding he needed to just sleep it off, he headed back into the bathroom to finish his shower so he could go to bed. He hung the towel back up, stepping back into the glass case and shutting the door. He heard a scraping behind him against the glass and spun around.

There was nothing there. He turned to the door but again saw nothing. He turned the water off and shook his head. ‘You’re seeing things,’ he told himself and chuckled. “Man, you really need sleep.”

He turned to open the door and froze. Out of his periphery on the left side he could see a dark shadow. A figure. He turned to look at it, terror filling his veins as the figure didn’t disappear when he looked at it. Standing firmly beyond the glass was a dark shape, it was vaguely human.

“W-who are you?” he stammered, frozen in place. Darren could hear a faint buzzing and the light overhead started to flicker. He looked up at it quickly and then back but the shadow was gone. He turned back to the door and then everything happened in slow motion.

He was confronted with a nightmarish creature. Black and red eyes, a grotesque pale face with a bat-like nose. The teeth. Each one was sharp and pointed and the creature's mouth was full of them.

It snarled and roared at him, causing him to jump and take a step back. Darren slipped, falling back in slow motion. His head collided with the tiled wall behind him, a sharp and intense pain spreading from the point of impact as he slid down the wall and onto the floor of the shower.

The creature, which had been hanging upside down, dropped to the floor, features shifting as it moved closer and knelt down, clicking its tongue as it did so.

“Tsk, tsk,” it said in the voice of a man. Darren looked up, his vision swimming in and out of focus. “You know, you really should have an anti slip mat in these things,” the creature turned man said and as his face came into focus, Darren’s eyes widened. “Y-you!” he stammered.

The man from before looked down at him coldly. His irises red as he glared. “I had told you I’d rip your fingers off one by one,” he said as he looked down at him. “But watching you hit your head and slowly succumb to the trauma is so much more satisfying,” he said, his voice full of malice.

“You can’t do this-” Darren choked out, fear taking over him as the man reached a hand down slowly. “Yes,” he replied. “I can and I will.” Darren felt the man’s fingers curl into his hair, picking his head up off the tiled floor before he gave him a cruel smile.

“I’ll teach you a lesson,” he hissed before slamming Darren’s head against the floor. As the man stood up, everything started to go black. “Wash this up,” the man said, turning on the shower, the water raining down on Darren’s body as his life ebbed away from him.

“Be glad I’ve given you this death. You deserve much worse.”

As his vision went black, the last thing Darren saw was the back of the man exiting his bathroom.

“In other news, authorities have said in a strange twist of events, a suspect in a serial rapist they’ve been trying to track down has died in an accident in his apartment. The suspect slipped and fell in the shower, hitting his head and dying from the trauma. Now let’s look at the weather.”

Seungmin looked up as Wonpil turned the television off. “I told you not to get involved,” Wonpil hissed as Seungmin sat perfectly still, staring back at him. “He slipped and fell,” Seungmin stated. “I didn’t touch him.” Wonpil narrowed his eyes.

“I guess his karma caught up to him,” Seungmin added, looking away from Wonpil.

“I don’t see what the big deal is. It looks like an accident,” Seungmin added. Wonpil shook his head. “You don’t get to play judge, jury, and executioner,” he stated. “We’re not supposed to get involved in these things. Let them sort it out.”

Seungmin narrowed his eyes at Wonpil. “Let them sort it out? So you’re saying I should have let him force himself on Y/N?” Seungmin asked incredulously. “No!” Wonpil, sounding exasperated. “I didn’t say that! I just meant that this is what happens when you get involved.”

Seungmin scoffed, getting up from the sofa. “So, it’s my fault?”

Wonpil gestured to the tv. “A man is dead!” he replied. “A man who had assaulted many. A serial rapist,” Seungmin argued. “Or did you just ignore that part?” Wonpil glared at him, huffing angrily as his pager started to beep. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the screen.

“I gotta go. Hospital needs me,” he said, getting up and grabbing his wallet. “Stay out of trouble while I’m gone,” Wonpil said as he headed for the door. “Oh, and one more thing,” he continued, turning back to look at Seungmin. “Stay away from Y/N.”

Seungmin glared at the door as Wonpil disappeared. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he fished the device out, seeing he had a text from you.

Y/N: you said you’d come and see me after i got released but you haven’t come ):

Seungmin chuckled, quickly typing out a response. He’d finally gotten the hang of having a phone and had no problems sending texts anymore though he still occasionally signed them off before erasing them, remembering they weren’t emails.

Seungmin: sorry. It’s been kind of hectic on this end. I do want to see you (:

Your response was swift.

Y/N: how about dinner tonight? My place? I’ll cook for you (:

Seungmin stared at the screen. Dinner? At your place? Alone? He hesitated. Could he resist the urge? The urge to want to be with you? To want you in every possible way he could have you? He knew if he gave in to that urge, there was no way he could leave you. He’d be tied to you in some way.

Against his better judgment, Seungmin responded.

Seungmin: sounds good. Seven o’clock?

Y/N: seven o’clock sounds perfect. I’ll see you soon (;

Seungmin chuckled at the winking face you’d sent as he locked and placed his phone in his pocket, checking the time on his watch. He had about an hour to get ready and head to your place. He wrote a note for Wonpil, letting him know that he wasn’t going to listen and that he was going to give in for once before grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

The walk back to his place took half an hour as he had to weave between busy pedestrians without drawing attention. He raced to his apartment as soon as the elevator doors opened and once he was inside, he changed at top speed, rushing through the apartment.

Once he was ready, he headed back down and had about twenty minutes to get to your place before seven. He stopped on the way, grabbing a bottle of wine and a small bouquet of flowers. Nothing overly fancy. More of an “I’m thinking of you and hope you’re well,” kind of thing.

He arrived at your building with five minutes to spare, taking the buttonless elevator up to your floor. He watched as the counter stopped on the twentieth floor and he got off, heading to the unit number you’d instructed. Standing outside 2091, he felt like an idiot but he knocked regardless.

It took only a few moments for you to answer the door, opening it with a smile on your face as you greeted him. “Hey, come on in,” you said softly and stood aside to let him in. Seungmin stepped over the threshold. The notion that a vampire could not enter unless invited was garbage but he liked that you still invited him in.

“These are for you,” he said, handing the flowers over. You smiled, taking them with a thank you. “They’re lovely,” you added as you headed into the kitchen. Seungmin slipped off his shoes and followed you, glancing around your studio apartment.

It was every bit uniquely you as you had described it to him. You had taken a singular space and turned it into three. The bedroom area was closed off by a hanging curtain and cubby shelves. The plants and string lights made it feel cozy and magical. Almost like a forest.

You’d turned the space near the door leading to the balcony into your living room, sectioning the space off but it didn’t feel cut off. Everything flowed nicely. The last space was against the wall on the other side of the living space. A small dining table and three chairs stood, all bar height.

Seungmin turned to you as you placed the flowers in an empty vase, setting the vase aside and turning to him. “Wine as well?” you asked, nodding at the bottle in his hand. He handed it over and you turned to your fridge, placing the bottle inside.

“I didn’t want to show up empty handed,” he answered. You turned back to him before moving to the kitchen counter. “So,” Seungmin said, moving to stand beside you. “What are you making?” he asked. “A stirfry,” you answered simply, cutting the vegetables.

“For me anyway,” you replied. Seungmin looked up at you, meeting your gaze.

“You don’t eat,” you said plainly. Seungmin was certain if his heart was alive, it would be pounding. Were you onto him? He broke into a smile, laughing. “What are you talking about?” he asked, chuckling. You moved to open the cabinet.

You pulled out a wine glass. “Do you want one?” you asked, looking at him. “For the sake of appearances?” Seungmin’s smile fell. “What are you talking about?” he asked as you moved to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of your own wine and pouring yourself a glass.

“Are you a vampire?”

Your question caught him completely off guard, knocking the wind out of him as he processed what you’d just asked. Had he imagined the whole thing? He didn’t even notice you pour another glass of wine and push it towards him.

You had asked him so nonchalantly. Like you were asking about his job or the weather.

‘Are you a vampire?’ Your voice echoed in his head. How was he supposed to answer? Did he lie and laugh it off? Did you already know for certain? Would denying it just make you mad and push you further away? That was the last thing he wanted.

“Well,” you said suddenly, pulling Seungmin from his thoughts. “Are you?”

He looked from your questioning gaze to the glass of wine sitting in front of him. He grabbed it, swirling the red liquid as he carefully thought about his answer. He wondered when you pieced it all together. Was it when he’d saved you from the creep in the club bathroom? Or perhaps it was before then. Had you known since the moment you met him when he was contemplating throwing himself from the cliff?

But if so, how could you have known? In all his years, he’s never met another person who deduced his true nature who wasn’t already a supernatural being themselves. Maybe he had you all wrong? Was there more to you than met even his eyes?

“Am I what?” he finally spoke, looking up from the crimson wine, through his lashes to meet your gaze.

“A vampire?”

Seungmin held his breath, staring you down. Normally when he made eye contact like this, everyone would shy away from his intense gaze, everyone except you it would seem. You held his gaze, staring back almost challengingly. “What makes you think that?” Seungmin asked softly, still staring back at you.

“Just a hunch, I guess,” you replied, looking away from his eyes momentarily to take a sip of your wine before glancing back up again. “I thought about it when I first saw you,” you explained. “You looked so… tormented and lonely.” Seungmin continued to hold his breath as you spoke.

“Not to mention those stories you told me when we first met on the cliff that day. So much history. So many tales,” you continued, a small smile appearing on your lips. “And then when you seemingly knew where I was at the club when that… man--”

“Monster,” Seungmin interrupted, catching you off guard as you looked back up in shock.

“That wasn’t a man,” Seungmin continued. “That was a monster.”

You tilted your head curiously. “If he’s a monster, what does that make you?” you asked softly, setting your glass on the granite counter. Seungmin let out a dark chuckle. “Never said I wasn’t one, too, sweetheart,” he countered, taking another sip of his wine, watching the line settle as he set the glass on the counter as well, looking up to meet your gaze.

He tried to discern the emotion behind the look you were giving him now. He thought perhaps by now your flight or fight response would have kicked in but alas, you were looking at him more out of concern than fear. Were you concerned about what he could do to you? Or were you concerned for him?

“You know,” Seungmin said, chuckling as the notion crossed his mind. “I’m not a mind-reader,” he added. “I’d like to know what’s going on in your head.” He waited while you gathered your thoughts, waiting for you to say something. To say anything.

“Did you kill him?” you asked suddenly, catching him completely off guard. “What?” he whispered.

You tilted your head to the side, still maintaining eye contact with him, like you weren’t staring a predator in the face. “Did you kill him? The man from the club, the one you said is a monster.”

Seungmin hesitated. It seemed you’d already made up your mind about the nature of his being yet neither of you commented on it. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to,” he answered finally, lifting his glass but hesitating when you spoke, the glass barely touching his lips.

“Spare me the evasive act. I’m not an idiot, Seungmin. I know danger when I see it. Everything in my body is telling me you’re dangerous just like that man. The only difference is that the danger I felt with him is learned. The danger I feel from you is primal. It’s ingrained in my brain. Hardwired because you aren’t human. You’re something more.”

Seungmin looked past the glass at your slightly distorted figure before lowering the glass to peer at you over the rim. “Then why did you invite me here?” he asked before downing the rest of his wine, setting the glass aside and getting to his feet.

You watched as he slowly stalked around the kitchen island towards you. His eyes locked on you as he moved, you felt suddenly like prey caught in the gaze of a predator and for the first time since you met him, you felt like you were truly in danger.

You were certain Seungmin was a vampire. You knew he was more than a simple man. The way he carried himself and sometimes spoke was like he was pulled straight from one of Jane Austen’s novels. He was from a different time period and although his face didn’t show his age, his eyes certainly did.

He may look like a man in his mid twenties but his eyes were that of a being that had seen hundreds of years. You watched as he approached, closing in on you, backing you up against the wall behind you. Your back met the hard surface as he rested his hands against the wall on either side of your head, eyes inspecting your face as he leaned closer.

Your breathing had sped up, heart racing as he approached, eyes fixated on you as if he was about to pounce and deliver a killing blow. Your eyes flickered between his, noticing up close how red they were. Not the sclera. His irises were a deep blood red. From a distance, you’d assumed they were brown but now you saw the true color and your mind was made up for you.

Seungmin was a vampire, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind.

Seungmin’s eyes scanned your face, from your eyes, down to your lips before they dipped down to your neck and then back up to meet your gaze.

“I can hear your heart racing,” he said softly, his voice barely audible of the ticking of the clock hanging above your head. He tilted his head to the side, a smirk forming on his lips. “I’m fine,” you whispered. Seungmin chuckled. “I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he replied.

One of his hands moved, fingers brushing against the skin of your neck, just over your pulse point. An involuntary shiver ran up your spine. “Why are you shaking?” he asked, leaning closer, his lips mere inches from yours as his eyes searched yours. “You’re not scared of me are you, little rabbit?”

You shook your head. “No,” you whispered, knowing your soft voice was giving you away. Seungmin’s hand slipped behind your head, fingers pulling at the hair at the base of your neck. “Don’t lie to me, pet,” he retorted, eyes scanning your face, dipping down to your throat and back up. Had you not been watching, you would have missed the way he licked his lips and swallowed.

“Does it bother you?” you asked softly, drawing his attention. “Hmm?” he hummed in response. “Being so close to a source,” you continued. Seungmin narrowed his eyes, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. “A source? Of what?” he asked, knowing what you were about to say.

“Blood.”

Seungmin froze, staring at you. Before he had a chance to answer, to defend his secret, you spoke again.

“I told you I’m not an idiot, Seungmin,” you said.

He pulled back slowly to look in your eyes. You could see the color had shifted to red. Just like that night outside the club. That was when you truly knew what you were up against. What kind of danger you were in every time you saw him. Every time you leaned in to kiss him goodnight.

At any point, he could have snapped and killed you, drained you of your blood but you wanted to know why he didn’t. Why didn’t he eat people? ‘What a weird question to contemplate,’ you told yourself.

“But I do have a question,” you whispered. Seungmin hesitated, waiting for your query.

You licked your lips before speaking. “Why don’t you feed from humans?” you asked before realizing you had made an assumption. Perhaps he did feed from humans. “Sorry.” you said quickly. “I’m making assumptions.” Seungmin smiled and shook his head. “It’s quite alright,” he replied.

“Your assumption is right. I don’t feed from humans. I don’t even feed from animals. Not directly anyway,” he replied. “What do you feed from?” you asked softly. “Blood bags,” Seungmin admitted. “It’s a more lowkey way to feed,” he explained.

“Where do you get them?” you asked softly, watching as he tilted his head to the side, studying you. He was hoping you’d do the math and figure it out and as you wracked your brain it hit you.

His friend. “Wonpil,” you whispered. You met his gaze. “Is he a vampire, too?” you asked. Seungmin hesitated but eventually nodded his head. “Yes,” he replied. “He gets the blood bags for me. It really pays off, having a doctor friend,” he added. You shook your head in disbelief.

“How does he do what he does?” you asked. “With all the blood,” you continued. Seungmin smiled and nodded. “Sounds very Twilight of him,” he noted. “Doesn’t it?” Chuckling again when you nodded, Seungmin continued to explain.

“He used to be a doctor. In fact, he was a highly sought after royal doctor back in the day,” he continued. “And then in the army, he was a combat medic. That’s how we met,” he added. “On the battlefield. My squad took heavy fire and he was sent in to assess and do what he could but when he saw I was completely unharmed, he knew immediately what I was and I knew what he was.”

You stared back at him as he explained more of his background. “We’ve been friends ever since. He’s the only person I’ve ever leaned on or trusted,” he continued, before glancing down at you. “Until now at least,” he added, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“You trust me?” you asked softly. Seungmin nodded. “I do,” he replied, eyes dipping to your lips and back up. “Do you trust me?” he asked. You hesitated only for a moment before nodding. “Yes,” you answered, bringing your hand up to place over his. “I trust you.”

Seungmin closed the distance, kissing you passionately as he pinned you against the wall. You moaned into his mouth as he grinded against you, eagerly swallowing the sounds you made under his touch. “Tell me you want this,” he said softly, resting his forehead against yours as you panted heavily.

“Tell me you want me,” he continued. You moved one of your hands up to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. “I want this,” you replied. “I want you.” Seungmin let out a small growl, grabbing your hips and pulling you away from the wall, guiding you over to the kitchen island.

You let out a squeak of surprise as Seungmin easily lifted you, turning and depositing you on the counter. “If I was more patient, I’d make you run,” he murmured, leaning in, his lips inches from yours, nose gently bumping yours. “If I was more patient, I’d take my time with you,” he continued, his hands moving down to the hem of your sweater, fingers gently toying with the material.

“Then why don’t you?” you asked, eyes searching his. He smiled in response, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his fangs. “Because I’m not a patient man,” he answered before pulling back and lifting your sweater, tossing it aside. He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue slipping past your parted lips.

You let out a whine as you felt one of his fangs graze against your bottom lip. “Are you going to feed from me?” you whispered when he broke the kiss. Seungmin chuckled, hands moving down to your jeans, undoing the button and zipper. “No,” he replied. “Not unless you want me to,” he added, tugging your pants down past your hips. You lifted your butt to make it easier for him.

Your jeans joined your sweater on the floor, leaving you in your underwear. The granite countertop was cold against your skin as Seungmin peppered kisses along your collar. “Will that kill me?” you whispered, heart racing as he kissed down your sternum, pushing you onto your back as he continued kissing down your stomach. “No,” he said with another amused tone.

“I’m not going to puncture your jugular,” he added. “I don’t feed from that high,” he added. “Not unless I’m trying to kill you.” You swallowed thickly as he continued to kiss down, his lips meeting the hem of your panties. “May I?” he asked softly, raising his head to make eye contact. You nodded wordlessly, watching as he slowly pulled your panties down your thighs, discarding them along with the rest of your clothes.

“Seungmin,” you breathed out as his lips trailed down the inside of your thigh. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked, raising his head slightly. “I want you to feed from me,” you murmured, cheeks burning as his gaze bore into yours. “Are you sure, doe?” he asked, tilting his head. You nodded silently, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.

You watched as he lowered his head, nipping at the skin of your inner thigh. You let out a gasp at the sensation. “Wait,” you said suddenly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “This isn’t gonna turn me into a vampire, right?” you asked. Seungmin chuckled again.

“No,” he answered. “You would have to feed from me to become like me,” he added. Your eyes widened at the thought. “Feed from you?” you asked, to which he nodded. Your head fell back as you felt his tongue against the skin of your thigh. “Just don’t kill me, please,” you mumbled.

Seungmin chuckled to himself before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your thigh.

You let out a cry of pain, followed by a gasp as you felt his thumb brush over your clit. “Oh shit,” you groaned. You could feel blood leaving your body through the wound to your thigh. It was almost like having someone sucking a hickey but more intense.

“I knew you would taste so sweet,” you heard him groan. “Seungmin,” you started, lifting your head but letting out a moan, head falling back as you felt his tongue against your clit, his fingers toying with your slit. “Oh fucking hell,” you gasped as he teased the nub with the tip of his tongue.

“M’gonna cum,” you moaned, thighs shaking as your high approached only for Seungmin to pull away. “Not yet,” he purred, his breath hot against your sex. “You’ll cum when I let you,” he added. As your orgasm slipped away, you felt his fingers ease into your entrance slowly, two at a time.

He set a steady pace, watching the way his fingers disappeared into your tight heat. “I can’t wait to fill you up,” he said softly, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Please,” you moaned as he sped up slowly. Your orgasm was just out of your reach.

It was beginning to get frustrating. After weeks of nothing from him. Weeks of wanting this man, you finally had him and you were even more frustrated that your orgasm was evading you. Each time he toyed with your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge but not enough for you to topple over it.

“Seungmin,” you begged. “Please fuck me.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he said as he pulled away, licking his fingers clean. You pushed yourself up as Seungmin shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. You pulled him into a kiss, his hands fumbling with his buckled and zipper, undoing his pants and pushing them down.

You moaned as he pushed into you easily, your walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion. “Shh,” he hushed you, smoothing your hair and cupping your cheek. “Look at me,” he said softly. You looked up at him, meeting his blood red gaze.

“That’s it,” he cooed, pulling back and giving you a shallow thrust. “F-fffuuuck,” you groaned as he set a steady pace, cock dragging against your walls with each push and pull. “Seungmin,” you whined as he held you up. “Feel’s so good,” you groaned, moving your hips to meet his.

“Shit,” you heard him hiss. “That,” he instructed. “Keep doing that, sweetheart,” he groaned, thrusting harder, the sound of skin hitting skin being the only thing to fill the space. “I need to cum,” you whined, unshed tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“And you will,” Seungmin replied. “But only when I say so.”

“How’s the bite?” you asked suddenly. Seungmin glanced down at your thigh. The bleed had stopped already. “It’s fine,” he huffed. “Don’t worry about it,” he added. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head towards your neck.

“Y/N,” he warned. “Please,” you breathed. “Please Seungmin.”

Something Seungmin prided himself on was his unfaltering and unwavering quality. His ability to put his foot down and say no but he was finding it harder and harder to say no to you. He sighed, groaning as your walls gripped him tightly.

“Fine,” he said softly, lips brushing against your skin. “But just a small one,” he replied before sinking his teeth into the base of your neck. You let out a moan, walls clenching around him, fingers tightening in his hair. “Oh shit,” you cursed. “Fuck me,” you groaned.

Seungmin pulled back, lips tainted red from your blood. “I already am,” he joked before rolling his tongue over the bite wound to your neck. The taste of you on his tongue he pulled back, bringing one hand up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

You could taste iron on his tongue. Blood. Your blood.

You moaned into the kiss, nails scratching against his skin.

Seungmin pulled away, returning to your neck, licking at the wound. “I’m not gonna bleed out, right?” you asked weakly, your orgasm slipping away for the nth time as Seungmin slowed his movements. “You’ll be fine,” Seungmin murmured, still occasionally licking at the bite on your neck. “It’s almost done bleeding. It’s coagulating,” he added.

“F-fuck,” you hissed. Seungmin chuckled, giving you a sharp thrust. “And you p-promise I’m not gonna -hng- bleed out?” you asked, a moan slipping out between your words. Seungmin nodded, his free hand cupping the back of your neck. “I promise,” he replied. “You’ve already stopped bleeding,” he added.

You opened your mouth to respond, only moaning as his hips set a steady, even pace. M’so close,” you whined, head falling forward, your forehead resting against his. “Already?” he teased. “Before I’ve even properly fucked you?” You whined in response, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“My bad,” he joked. “I might have gone a little overboard earlier,” he added, placing his hand against the counter, his hips hitting yours with each thrust. Your vision blurred, tears filling as the tension in your body built up again. One hand tangled in his hair, the other reaching around to hold onto his shoulder as you buried your face in his neck. “M’ gonna-” your words failed as your orgasm crashed over you unexpectedly.

“That really was quick,” Seungmin chuckled as he helped you ride it out. As you fell limp in his hold, he pulled out of you, carefully guiding you down off the counter before turning you to face it, pushing you over as he guided himself back inside your tight heat.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, taking both hips in his hands and setting a punishing pace, making you cry out, the tears in your eyes finally falling. “Are you crying?” he asked breathlessly. “Does it feel that good?” he mused.

You were unable to speak and respond to his question, instead answering only in jumbled words, moans, and chants of his name. Seungmin’s hand moved up to your shoulder, pulling your back up as he leaned over, lips next to your ear. “Crying only makes me want to ruin you more,” he said, his tone dark. “It’s not gonna make me go easy on you.”

You cried out as his thrusts increased, hips hitting your ass repeatedly with the same slapping sound.

The sounds of your cries only spurred him on, your sniffles and sobs fueling his desire to wreck you. “Almost,” he groaned, his own orgasm approaching. “Fuck, m’close,” he announced. “Where you want it?” he asked. You lifted your head weakly. “I-inside me,” you moaned.

Seungmin groaned, hips stuttering. “You sure?” he asked and you nodded. “Give it to me,” you whimpered. “Cum inside me, Seungmin, please.”

That was all he needed to hear, groaning into your ear as he released inside you, painting your insides with cum. “Oh shit,” he cursed, hips slowing as he fucked his release further into you. “Oh god,” you groaned, feeling his cum fill your cunt as he pulled your back against his chest.

“That’s it, little rabbit,” he grunted. “Take all of it.”

His hips stilled and you whined, falling limp in his hold. Seungmin leaned over, one arm around your chest, the other holding the both of you up over the countertop. “Shit,” you heard him hiss. “You’re going to need a shower,” he said softly.

You whimpered as he pulled out of you. “Or we both might need one,” he corrected. You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Are you staying?” you asked, looking at him with those expectant eyes. How could he ever think to leave.

He’d spent most of his immortal life jumping from identity to identity. He’d grown bored and weary of that life and now he had the chance to do something new and exciting. He smiled at you and nodded. Sure, you assumed he meant he was staying the night but deep down, he was agreeing to stay for the foreseeable future.

And who knows. Maybe, just maybe he’ll stay for eternity if that means he gets an eternity with you.

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