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#mae's kimchay vampire au
maenecoon · 1 month
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tw (mostly mild) depictions of violence and blood, bc it's involves vampires, also major spoilers for a fic im working on rn
so
i may or may not have a vampire kimchay fic idea
except the execution of it is going to have me combusting into flames??
anyways, thoughts about kim finding an annoying baby bat in the forest. he wants to ignore it, but he can't. so fine, he takes it in.
except...
kim definitely doesn't know how to care for a feral bat.
anyways! cue sweet/fluffy/bat-and-vampire shenanigans! like babybat so sated with blood that he becomes a little drunk, or at least the bat-version of drunk. babybat who flies into the window trying to escape because he's not good at echolocatio. babybat who sneaks into kim's closets to bite holes in every single one of his silk shirts.
vampire!kim somehow being whipped af for this cute but annoying little shit that he's somehow adopted. feeds him blood pudding and gives him many head scritches. shows him his red string murder board and rambles about his murder plans and all. vampire!kim who started off detesting or tolerating this pest at best but unable to imagine starting a day without the weight of babybat curled up on his chest.
then the murder plan happens. kim wants korn (his father/sire) dead, bc who doesn't, and he sneaks in to "kill" him.
he's gone in, wooden stake and holy water and all.
he goes bat-shit crazy. bodies of full-sized vampires drop to the floor around them as kim works with ruthless efficiency. he's memorised the techniques of his father's men and their weaknesses. he's dreamed about this for centuries. and it's pays off.
and then enters korn.
korn was always going to be the issue.
kim had no plans of returning alive - he knows to end lorn by all means necessary even if it means his own life - but korn has gotten more powerful. sire bonds are difficult to break, and even if kim has been diluting the bond and doing his absolute best to weaken their link, korn still has kim in an iron grip.
(if you'd read my phayurain vampire fic, there's this thing about sires being able to control their fledglings because of a bond they share when a vampire (sire) turns someone into a vampire (their fledgling). )
anyways.
when suddenly a weight in his pocket starts to stir. it's the little shit, the bat. and kim's all panicked because little shit is small and harmless and now barely the size of half his palm? like, kim's on his knees and has his hands shaking with effort not to plunge the stake into his own chest, by the command of korn.
it takes just a second, but bat flutters out of kim's pocket. bat, with all the rage that a bat can muster, swings himself right on korn's face and digs his fangs into korn's eyes. the eyes are part of what maintains the sire-control that korn has over kim, and kim is able to use that split second to drive the stake into korn's heart.
the moment that korn falters, falling to the ground with a thud, is the moment that the bat drops to the floor.
kim thinks like yeah, fuck, that must've taken a lot out of this poor baby bat, and god that fall looked bad, when all of a sudden the bat is expanding. almost like his bones are breaking (and kim winces because that sounds anguishing) and reforming and he keeps growing bigger and bigger and bigger until kim realised that this was no bat.
this was a vampire, trapped in the form of a bat.
this is his fledgling, his fledgling who was supposed to have died.
chay.
yeah anyways!! fun little story that i'm working on rn!! lmk what you think/want to see, if you got to the end of this! !
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maenecoon · 1 month
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i know i only posted about my kimchay vampire fic au a few days ago, but i actually started this fic all the way at the end of jan. anyways, here's a peek of what i wrote before:
Lost in his thoughts, his footsteps fall heavily, boots crunching against fallen leaves and twigs as he trudges through the forest. He'd just finished a quick scout of the woods behind the mansion and was well on his way home.
As he was about to turn, his supernatural hearing picks up on the tiniest little squeak. The creature sounds so small, so little.
Creatures come and go, it's the circle of life. A small, helpless creature in the dead of the night wasn't bound to survive. It seems to haunt him wherever he goes, an inescapable reality ー it's always a fight for survival, both within the forest and within his home.
He’s thinking of ignoring it when the thing squeaks again. Faintly, he recognises it to be a soft cry, one that sounds much like a baby animal - a bat, in particular.
He knows the forest like the back of his palm, and is acutely aware of the colony of bats living within the woods. He has even interacted with several of them for intel - they make loyal, effective spies - in exchange for blood and other offerings he could easily afford. But their coven is tucked deep within the heart of the forest, a distance away from where he was currently. The creature’s cries sound much closer. But if it were a bat, it must've wandered quite far from the cave.
He glances up at the moon, the waning beauty hanging high above his head. Deciding he had nothing better to do anyways, he speeds towards the sound of the noise, following the direction of the cries. It wouldn’t hurt to earn strengthen relations between him and the bat coven anyways.
The closer he gets, the louder it grows. He can even pick up undertones of distress and worry within the tone of its cries. The dramatics are almost human-like and Kim can't help but scoff at the comparison, knowing well that bats didn't have the capacity to feel. And yet, this little bat, who’s having a horrible day, is deciding to make it everyone else’s problem.
It clearly has quite the personality, a very annoying one at that.
Enough about not startling the creature. Any louder and it might attract the unwanted attention of predators, which would not be good in Kim’s books.
The trees and bracken pass in a blur of brown and green hues, the wind whipping past his cheeks as he follows the cries. His hair is left tousled by the time he settles beside the obnoxiously loud noise machine, sitting sulkily on a pile of dead, soggy leaves.
Crouching down, he gruffly pinches the creature up by the scruff, lifting it up.
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maenecoon · 23 days
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opened my following feed today and was attacked right off the bat by @shou-jpeg 😂 i thought it'd be fun to hop on the wip train anyways
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
revealing my chaotic wip list:
- 🐱🐶📹4️⃣
- 🐱🐶🏡
- 🐱🐶🍞🛞
- 🐱🐶🦇
- 🐱🐶🙈
- 🌪️🌧️🦇2️⃣
- 🌪️🌧️🪄
- 🌪️🌧️🐰🎄
- 🌪️🌧️🧚2️⃣
- 🌪️🌧️🐺🎤
🐱🐶 - kimchay
🌪️🌧️ - phayurain
interestingly enough,,, i have quite a few phayurain wips that unfortunately will not make it out of the vaults lol
tagging: @mousydentist @the-cookie-of-doom (i think you've done it before but if not..!) @emberfaye @venagrey @chaeul @awiderangeofgreen @ella-norah @alittlebitofrainbyyourside + anyone who sees this, anyone who wants to be a part of this !!!
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