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elvendara·6 hours agoText

For @mysme-fictober​ 2020

Day 23: Freakshow

Couldn’t think of a single thing to write for today’s prompt so I just decided to put the RFA into the Freakshow:

Conjoined twins – Saeyoung and Saeran

Bearded Lady – MC

Strong Woman – Jaehee

Alabaster Statue – Zen

Fire Eater – Jumin

Body Suspension – Yoosung

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elvendara·a day agoText

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 22: Serial Killer

“Close your eyes! Stop looking at me!” Saeran berated himself as those damned amethyst eyes watched him in terror. He should have left this one alone, but he’d become obsessed. Changed his pattern. Convinced himself that he was justified in taking him. But he clearly saw now that his infatuation with this one had nothing to do with his other proclivity.

Most people had secrets, and many of those secrets were evil. Evil enough to kill them for. It was easy to extricate them from his prey. Usually he already knew what that secret was, though there had been times when he’d gone with his intuition before verifying. His intuition was always right.

He didn’t listen to it in this instance. He’d grabbed the prey with considerable ease, but things had gone horribly wrong. He’d found nothing to justify killing him. In fact, Yoosung Kim’s history was pristine and kind of boring. Plus he wouldn’t stop looking at him with those damned eyes!

Saeran turned away from the man on the table. He’d tied him down and gagged him but couldn’t bring himself to cover his eyes. His chest was exposed, and it would be an easy thing to slide his thin blade through his ribcage and puncture his heart. There was a muffled sound coming from behind him and he turned towards the man. Those eyes penetrated him again. As if they could pierce through to his dark soul and shine a light on it. It made his skin crawl.

“I said stop looking at me!” he screamed in Yoosung’s face. The blonde closed his eyes, squeezing them tight, but only for a few seconds. He blinked rapidly and met Saeran’s gaze. Fear was what he expected, but that’s not what was reflected. Pity. Was that pity?

What he was trying to say was incoherrant through the cloth gag. With furrowed brows he slowly pulled down the gag. Yoosung licked his lips, never wavering in his focus.

“It’s OK.” He whispered. “Do it, please.” Saeran fell back as if slapped. He wanted to die? His eyes were sorrowful, pained, accepting of what was to come. That had never happened before. His victims always cried, wept, pleaded, promised to reform their evil ways. None had ever been ready to die, and had they been, Saeran would have gladly ushered them into that darkness. This was different. Yoosung was different. He didn’t deserve to die, he had never done anything wrong to anyone. The life he had lead for the past 21 years was free of any wrongdoing worse than perhaps arguing with his older sister.

“Why?” he moved closer, curious.

“It hurts to live.”

“Why?” he asked again more forcefully than before. Reaching out towards the dagger he took it in his grip so tight his knuckles turned white.

“I can’t live with this sadness anymore. I’ve thought about doing it myself, but I could never go through with it. Knowing what it would do to my family, to my friends. I don’t want them to feel any guilt for my decision.” He was calm, coherent.

“Why would they?” Saeran asked.

“Because they would blame themselves for not seeing how depressed I was. For not believing me when I questioned the information I was given.”

“You mean about your cousin?”

“How…how did you know about that?”

“I know a lot about you Yoosung Kim. I’ve been watching you.”

“Oh…well…yes…I don’t believe she killed herself like V said she did.”

“Ah, then that’s why you would prefer your death was at my hands? So that your friends and family will have nothing to question. Simply assume you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, am I right?”

Yoosung began to cry, unable to say anything, he simply nodded.

“I understand. But I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He set the dagger down and turned his back to the man.

“What? Why? Isn’t that why you kidnapped me? Do it! DO IT! YOU COWARD!”

Those words should have gotten a rise out of him, maybe even done what Yoosung wanted him to do without thinking. But he’d made up his mind. He could no more kill Yoosung than he could kill a cat. What to do then? He’d seen his face, he could go to the authorities. Would he though? There were things Saeran knew about him now that perhaps the blonde would not want known by anyone else. It was slim chance to hold on to, but it was a chance.

“No. You have too much life to live and you deserve to have it.”

Yoosung sobbed, knowing that his hope was finally dashed. Saeran untied him and helped him to sit up.

“I’m going to blindfold you and take you somewhere safe.” Yoosung nodded, uncaring what was about to happen. Saeran caressed his cheek, running his thumb across his bottom lip. “I will watch over you.” He whispered and kissed the side of his mouth.

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elvendara·2 days agoText

Mysme Fictober Oct 21st

For @mysme-fictober 2020 

Day 21: Immortals

My name is Yoosung Kim. I died when I was 18 years old. Walking home from school I ran into a classmate who had been bullying me since grade school. I knew he was going to hurt me, I was ready for it, resigned to it. Sure enough he dragged me into an alley and started punching me. I dropped to the ground and tried to protect my head. This only made him angrier and he started stomping on it. I felt my eardrum burst; it was the most excruciating pain I’d ever felt. Then everything stopped. It wasn’t gradual, I didn’t see my entire life flash before my eyes. Suddenly, there was nothing. Like someone turned a switch from on to off. It was over.

Until it wasn’t. I woke up hours later, still splayed out in a dirty alleyway. I waited to feel the pain of my body but it never came. I sat up and held my head, but although there was dried blood in my hair, there didn’t seem to be any wounds. None. I checked myself as much as I could. My clothes were dirty and ripped, but the skin beneath was smooth, unbroken. I stood hesitantly, but my legs worked just fine. I felt fine. In fact, I felt better than I had ever felt in my life. I walked home, unaware of anything or anyone around me, trying to get my head around the fact that I had died. Was this the afterlife? Was I a ghost? But no, people reacted to me, walking around me, grumbling when I didn’t move out of their way. Someone even bumped into me. I was alive, by some miracle.

I went back home and continued to live my life. The bully wasn’t at school the next day, or the day after that, he didn’t show up until almost two weeks later and when he saw me, his face went pale. He left and I never saw him again. I tried to pretend everything was normal, but I was no longer me. There was me before death, and me after death. I experimented. I cut myself, superficially at first and watched in fascination as the skin knit itself back together almost instantly. I cut deeper and deeper, eventually getting to the bone. I healed from all of it. The deeper the cut, the longer it took to heal, but it was still fast. I wondered if I would heal from a broken bone. I still feel pain, and I have never been able to actually try that.

I started to feel alone. I had this big secret that even if I shared it, wouldn’t be believed. I wasn’t sure I believed it either. A month after death I began to notice a van following me. It wasn’t subtle. Bright orange with blacked out windows. I should have been scared, but I’d already died, and it didn’t stick, what else could anyone do to me? They finally stopped and a tall skinny boy about 20 years old stepped out of the back and walked towards me.

He waved at me but said nothing. The driver got out and joined us. He was shorter but still taller than me, with a little more meat on his bones. I was poised to turn and run if I felt I needed to but I’m glad I stayed. I learned a lot. I learned I wasn’t alone. The tall skinny boy is Bart, he is capable of talking, but hasn’t since his own death. Barney is the other boy, and he talks enough for them both. They explained what had happened to me. There is a dormant gene within some people that most never know is there. If however they die during adolescence, the gene is activated and makes them immortal. This is what happened to me. I wondered how they knew about me. I learned that day that sometimes people gain abilities because of this gene. Bart was telepathic and Barney could sense when someone with the gene was close to death, though he had to be close. He had felt my death and they had made their way towards me but I was already gone by the time they got there.

He could no longer feel me since I had died already, so they began to investigate the area and figured out I had been the one.

It’s been three years. I have entered University and am trying to become a doctor so I can study this gene. At the one year anniversary of my death I finally manifested an ability. I can see disease, and I can remove it. Which as a doctor I can certainly utilize, but I have yet to figure out how to do it without anyone finding out. It’s draining however, and I cannot use it indefinitely. I’ve tried to heal regular wounds, cuts, scrapes, headaches, but I am unable to do so. Cancer however, I can eradicate in a few minutes.

Since meeting Bart and Barney, we have unfortunately inducted one more immortal. MC. She was only 17 when she was killed in a much more brutal way than I was. The boy she loved raped her. Then murdered her without even realizing it. She dies slowly and in pain as he satisfied himself in her, letting his two other friends take a turn as well. We found her in the alley, covered in garbage. She is still recovering, unwilling to go back home. The trauma is going to take her a long time to heal through. And there is the question of what should we do about her attackers? We will take our queues from her, once she is able to think more clearly.

There is one other thing of note. I have met someone. Someone who is hard on the surface but soft underneath. I hadn’t meant to fall for anyone, but I tripped and fell hard. He makes me smile, and he makes me happy. But how do I tell him what I am? Will I lose him if I do? I can prove it now. Show him how different I am. I can’t continue with him if I am unwilling to let him know. It’s a huge secret. I will tell him. Because I am in love with Saeran Choi.

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elvendara·3 days agoPhoto

mariamagica:

They were silver with small diamond stars on them. A gift from the twins on his last birthday. Saeran had designed them and helped Saeyoung craft them. If he was honest, they were probably his most prized possession.

Drew this lovely scene from this fic for the lovely @elvendara!

So CUTE!!!!!!!!! MY BOYS!!!!!! Thank you so much for this it’s adorable and I love them and their beautiful!!!

YOORAN FOREVER!!!!!!

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elvendara·3 days agoText

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 20: Abacadabra

It started when he was five years old and seemed quite natural. So natural that he never told anyone about it. He had been sitting in the garden behind his home when he watched as a hawk swooped down and captured a mouse. The bird rose back into the air. Jumin felt sorry for the mouse, he threw up his hand and screamed “Stop!”. The bird did, hovering in midair. He had been a little surprised, though he had felt certain that of course he would be able to help the mouse. He closed his fist and shouted, “Drop!” and the bird did, dropping the mouse who safely scampered away.

“Go on now.” He shooed the bird away and it readily obeyed him, though it tossed back an irritated squawk. He’d never seen anyone else do these things, but those around him always fawned all over him and told him how special he was, this must be why they thought so.

As he grew older, he understood that the reason he was treated the way he was was because of his father, and not his ability to do things differently from other people. The only other person who knew what he was capable was, was his best friend V. V suggested he keep it to himself as well.

“There are people who will try and use you because of it.” He had said. Although he encouraged Jumin to keep his ability from others, he had no compunctions with asking Jumin to do some “abracadabra” to play all kinds of pranks on other students. Jumin felt this was juvenile, but it made his friend happy, so he complied.

Once Jumin took the office of Director of C&R and V was often away on his numerous trips, Jumin’s magic dwindled. There were the occasional instances when he would use it out of habit, or if an accident occurred, otherwise, he hardly ever used it. If anyone saw these instances, they simply assumed they were seeing things and pushed it aside. Obviously, the director of C&R Jumin Han wasn’t casting spells.

But she wasn’t anyone ordinary. Lillie studied Jumin, his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies, and paid attention to what he paid close attention to. She saw, on more than one occasion what he was capable of. He never seemed to be aware of it either. How the spoon in his tea swirled around the cup on its own. How a lamp moved out of his way before he bumped into it. How his favorite pen appeared from nowhere when he wanted it or needed it. She wondered how a man such as Jumin, didn’t use his gift to his advantage. But of course he wouldn’t, he was far too honest for that. She was sure it had never even crossed his mind to do so.

It had been a joy to get to know all of the RFA members as the newest party coordinator, but it had been a special privilege to get to know Jumin Han. He was nothing like she had read about in the magazines. He was certainly not humble, but his belief in his own ability was justified. He did not rely on his money, or power, though he readily used it for good. She wasn’t surprised when she realized she had fallen in love with the enigmatic busnissman. She watched as he danced with a donor, a small smile on his face, though she could tell he would rather be doing his taxes instead.

She giggled and his eyes met hers, an arched brow making an appearance. She arched her own brown and did a small curtsey in his direction. When the music was over, he bowed before the flustered elderly woman and kissed the back of her hand. She walked away happy.

“And what, pray tell, is so funny?” he asked as he took his place next to her.

“Nothing, I was just wondering.”

“Oh? Wondering what exactly?”

“Why you don’t just disappear when you want to.”

“That would be inappropriate, and disrespectful to all who have come to help out our charities.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She gazed at him intensely.

“Then what do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed, he had a suspicion he knew already.

“Where’s your pen?” she asked instead.

“My pen?” he was more confused than ever.

“Yes, your favorite pen, the diamond encrusted one that your father gave you.”

“Oh, I left that on my desk of course.” He stood straighter, perhaps he had been wrong, she knew nothing.

“Is that so? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I used it to sign the checks that needed to go out this month and set it on the blotter.”

“Hmm, so, if you checked your inside coat pocket it wouldn’t be in there?”

“Why would it be in there?” he looked at her like she was crazy. She simply giggled again.

“Just check.”

Shaking his head he decided to humor her and slipped his hand into his inside pocket, his fingers came across a cylindrical object with rough edges. He pulled it out. His pen.

“How…how did you do that?” he asked.

“I didn’t, you did.”

“What?”

“You did, just like you always do when you think about your pen…there it is…” she left it hanging as she turned and walked away with a smile. She knew. Had he always been so careless? How long had she known? Did it matter? Had she told anyone else? Would they believe her anyway?

His phone vibrated and he absently pulled it out.

Lillie: Abacadabra

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elvendara·4 days agoText

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompts

Day 19: Ghostbusters

“Why would anyone want to get rid of me?” Zen complained. “Look at me, I’m gorgeous!” he ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at himself in the mirror. Thankfully, he was still able to see himself. The world would never be so cruel as to forbid him to ever view himself again.

“There!” a beam of green light passed an inch from his beautiful face. Saeyoung scowled having missed him again.

“Stop it! Don’t you remember who I am?” he screamed at them, but they didn’t seem to hear him.

“I told you you should get new glasses! Your aim is way off!” Saeran complained as he trained his own beam at the ghost and pulled the trigger.

Zen pushed through the wall with a resigned sigh. Maybe he could get through to Jaehee instead. He floated down the building to the first floor and went through the wall back inside. It was relatively empty but the few people in the lobby took note of him and began to scream. Zen slumped his shoulders, he’d never had people run away from him like this, had he really changed that much? Was he no longer beautiful? But no, that couldn’t be it, he’d seen his reflection, he was still stunning, even dead.

“What are you two doing up there? The ghost is in the lobby!” Jaehee said out loud, she much be wearing an earbud and communicating with the twins. He couldn’t hear their response, but he didn’t need to. There was very little time, what could he do to show Jaehee who he was before they annihilated him.

A lightbulb when on over his head and he began to do the choreography from his last movie. Jaehee had helped him get the timing and rhythm down so she was definitely familiar with the moves. Jaehee had begun to back up away from him but had not run like the others. She didn’t appear to have a weapon on her, which was good because Zen was out of options at the moment, unless he wanted to just leave.

He was in the middle of his routine when he noticed that Jaehee’s body language had changed.

“What the hell?” she uttered. Good, it was working, she was questioning.

“Come on Jaehee, it’s me! You know me!” he kept up the routine and watched as her eyes blinked rapidly, her head shaking in disbelief.

“No…it…it can’t be.”

The elevators opened up behind him and he increased his pleading though he knew she couldn’t hear him.

“Oh my God!” Jaehee’s hands covered her mouth as her eyes widened in understanding. “STOP!” she ran towards the twins, passing within inches of Zen. She pushed their weapons down and turned to face the ghost.

“What the hell?” Saeran said, still trying to raise his weapon, he could clearly see the ghost and it was not moving.

“It’s him. It’s Zen.” Jaehee said, leaving the twins stunned.

“How do you know? His form is just vaguely human shaped.” Saeyoung asked, conflicted on what to do.

“It’s him, I can see him clearly now. Oh Zen!” she walked towards him. “What happened to you was so unfair, you had so many years ahead of you.” Zen could only agree as he nodded. Had he been able to, he would be shedding tears now.

“Well…fuck.” Saeran dropped the weapon by his leg, “What do we do now? I don’t want to vaporize Zen, but…he can’t stay here.”

“I can talk to Mr. Han, maybe we can accommodate Zen in some way.” Jaehee suggested. Zen rolled his eyes. He’d come here so he could haunt the CEO in line. It was the only thing he could think of that might bring him some happiness and pleasure in the afterlife, things were boring on this side. But what fun would it be if Jumin Han allowed him to stay? He gritted his teeth.

“I don’t think he liked that.” Saeyoung laughed, noting the expression on the ghost’s face. “Wait! I can see him clearly now too!”

“Me too.” Saeran said. Zen smiled at them all. Thankful that at least his friends recognized him. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you Zen.”

Zen nodded, grateful for the commiseration. The accident had happened so fast it was over in a matter of seconds. There was very little left of his motorcycle and it was a miracle he had not died instantly, unfortunately, he had gone through a grueling few days before his brain finally gave out. He hovered above his hospital bed and watched as the doctors tried everything they could to bring him back. He felt the pull of it but didn’t surrender, deciding he was happy to end where he was. He was a success, and you know what they said, the good always die young. He would remain forever young in the eyes of his fans; it wasn’t so bad.

He had however not considered what his death would do to his friends. His funeral was devastating to witness, though even Jumin Han said nice things about him. The way the three were now looking at him began to make him uncomfortable, he didn’t want them to be sad.

“What are you waiting for? It’s right there, get rid of it so my employees can get back to work.” Jumin walked up to the three surrounding the ghost.

“Mr. Han, they can’t…it’s…it’s Zen.” Jaehee said.

“What nonsense, it’s just another ghost, get rid of it! That’s what I’m paying you for isn’t it?” Zen clenched his jaw. “Just like usual, trust fund kid, only thinking about yourself.” All four turned towards Zen, mouths gaping open.

“Did…I…” Jaehee couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Wait, did you hear me?” Zen asked. The four looked at each other, then back to him and all nodded. “Well isn’t that something. Now I can really have fun.” He grinned and winked at Jumin.

“Great.” Jumin said.

“Do you still want us to uh…vaporize him?” Saeyoung asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

“Of course not! Assistant Kang would probably quit on me if I allowed that. If you’re going to hang around here from now on, maybe I should have more mirrors installed.” Jumin huffed and walked away. Zen grimaced, but he had to admit, there was a lack of reflective surfaces.

“Welcome to C&R Zen.” Saeyoung laughed. Zen felt a sudden rush of warmth. Ok, he was dead, but it wasn’t all bad. And he had eternity to torment Jumin and hang out with his biggest fan. Not such a bad after life after all.

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elvendara·5 days agoText

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompts


Day 18: Ghoul’s Day

“Come on!” Saeran shouted, pulling Yoosung behind him. They ran through the cemetery, zigging and zagging around the tombstones and mausoleums. Yoosung panted behind him, he was trying to keep up, but was much slower than Saeran.

“I…I…ca…” Yoosung was out of breath.

“Stop talking and just run!” Saeran looked over his shoulder and picked up his pace, dragging Yoosung along now. He veered left but Yoosung ran into the tombstone Saeran had just avoided and flipped over it landing on his back on the grave.

“Fuck!” Yoosung’s hand slipped out of Saeran’s as he fell. “Get up!” Saeran stopped and bent over trying to get Yoosung back on his feet. Two hands erupted from the ground and grabbed Yoosung’s shoulders. Yoosung screamed and tried to get the rotting hands off him. A head pushed through the dirt and grass and gnashed its teeth towards Yoosung. Saeran couldn’t get the hands off Yoosung either so he pulled him out of his shirt instead. The ghoul shoved the shirt in its mouth. There was blood on Yoosung’s shoulder seeping through his T-shirt.

Saeran turned and ran, once more dragging Yoosung behind him.

“We’re not go…go…gonna…make it…” Saeran could hear the tears in Yoosung’s voice.

“Yes we are, don’t give up on me babe.” He wished desperately that he could stop and hold his boyfriend. To help him. To encourage him, but there was not time, he had to keep them both moving.

The sound that surrounded them grew louder, indistinct voices that now came from every side. The moon was not full and there was only a scattering of stars visible. The cemetery had no working lights, the darkness engulfing them. He felt the truth of Yoosung’s words in his heart, but he couldn’t give up. He had to recalculate, at the rate of the increase in volume around them, he figured that more and more ghouls had arisen. Too many for them to make it to the gates and get through to the other side. He wasn’t even sure that would assure safety. If they could wander on consecrated ground, how much easier would it be for these evil creatures to walk outside of it? A huge mausoleum came into view, the gate was open and Saeran veered to head straight for it. He slipped through the doorway pulling Yoosung behind him.

“What are you doing?” Yoosung panted, trying to catch his breath once they finally stopped moving. Saeran closed the gate with a loud clang and looked around. He took one of the braziers in the corner and shoved it through the handles. A soft scratching sound came from behind them, deeper into the mausoleum. They both stood up straight and turned around slowly. The tomb was barely visible but there was clearly some movement in the darkness. Yoosung backed up until his back hit the gate while Saeran grabbed on of the other braziers and used it as a weapon.

The scratching stopped but then came a soft flop, as of bare feet on the concrete. Soon enough the ghoul manifested into the meager light coming from the moon through the gate. It had been a woman, her long dark hair stringy, bald patches on her head. She looked down but they could see the glistening saliva as it fell from her eager mouth. Her arms raised, long fingers with curled fingernails stretching towards them.

Saeran planted his feet, ready to jab the brazier into the woman’s head as soon as she came into reaching distance. Yoosung screamed and it made Saeran turn towards him. Two ghouls had reached through the gate and were grabbing onto him, one was trying to bite his flesh. Yoosung struggled and moved too much for either to get a good grip and a bite, but it was only a matter of time.

“Duck!” Saeran commanded, without hesitation Yoosung dropped to the ground, his arms being pulled forcefully behind him. He screamed out in pain because of it, but also because of the ripping bite that one of the ghouls took out of his wrist.

Saeran jammed the brazier into that one’s head and pushed until it pierced what was left of the brain. He pulled the brazier out and stabbed him again and again until it fell to the ground, he turned to do the same to the other one when he was pulled back by the one inside. It grabbed his arms and dug its mouth into his neck. He screamed and dropped the brazier. He tried to pull its hair but it just came away from the scalp.

Yoosung was terrified as he saw the blood course down Saeran’s side. He fell on his back pulling away from the ghoul as much as possible, it was incredibly strong. He brought up his legs and began to kick at its face and arm, he was afraid it would do nothing but eventually it let go of him. Yoosung slid away from the gate and picked up the dropped brazier. He bashed at the ghoul’s face, praying he wouldn’t hit Saeran. There was pain in his wrist, but it wasn’t registering. The ghoul finally let go of Saeran and fell to the ground. Yoosung kept stabbing at it stomping until the head was nothing but a rotten, gooey mess. He threw the brazier down and went to help Saeran who was now sitting against the mausoleum wall, his hand covering his throat.

“Oh fuck! Saeran!” Yoosung pulled his T-shirt over his head and replaced Saeran’s hand with it against his neck. “Stay with me babe, don’t…oh god! Please…” the tears flowed freely now, fear surrounding him like a cocoon. Saeran smiled at him and lifted his bloody hand to slip Yoosung’s hair away from his eyes and tuck it behind his ear. His eyes were closing, his body slipping. “NO!” Yoosung pulled Saeran onto his lap and he held him, rocking them both back and forth. 

They just had to survive the night. Once the sun was up, someone would come looking for them.“Just hang on. I’ve got you. Don’t leave me.”

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elvendara·6 days agoText

For @mysme-fictober 2020 Prompts

Day 17: Ghost Town

Saeran sat against the tree watching the clouds float by. Yoosung was by his side, their hands intertwined, his head on his shoulder. It was a lazy afternoon, and they were enjoying the cool breeze in the air.

“Remember ice cream?” Yoosung sighed.

“Don’t remind me, of course I remember ice cream. It’s what I miss the most.” The coolness as it touched his tongue, the sweetness that infused his mouth. There was nothing like that here and he mourned the loss.

“I know, I was just thinking how jealous I always was that you could eat so many sweets and not gain an ounce while I just looked at a piece of cake and gained five pounds.” Yoosung exhaled.

Saeran laughed, “I guess you don’t have to worry about that anymore huh?”

“Yeah, be careful what you wish for…” Yoosung stated.

“You just might get it.” Saeran finished.

They commiserated. It was sad to think of their old lives, but there was peace here and they were among friends. In fact, they could see Jumin walking up the hill towards them even now.

“It’s almost time, you should get down to the buildings.” He stated, though it was a steep climb, the businessman showed no signs of sweat on him.

“Is that why you came all the way up here?” Saeran asked as he stood and helped Yoosung up as well.

“No, it’s a beautiful day and since there was nothing else that required my attention, I decided to take a long walk. Saeyoung and MC are already at their place.”

“Of course they are, it’s exhausting trying to keep up with them. Although, I’d rather deal with them than Zen!” even Jumin’s stoic visage showed a smirk. Zen never missed a chance to be dramatic.

They walked down together, Yoosung stopping a few times to pick some wildflowers that he insisted on placing in Saeran’s hair. He scowled in disappointment whenever one of the flowers would disappear, but it didn’t deter him from continuing to do it. Saeran allowed his boyfriend to continue to use him in this diversionary fashion, it hurt nothing and made him relatively happy. If only he could give him something more permanent.

Arriving on their street Saeran kissed Yoosung on the forehead and headed towards the ice cream shop, Yoosung made his way to the flower shop and Jumin to the tallest building, which had once been a subsidiary of C&R. Jaehee met him in the lobby and they took their places behind a desk to wait.

Further down the street Saeyoung and MC stayed busy in the toy shop, Saeyoung tinkering with a new toy he knew he would never finish while MC absently swept, her eyes distant and wistful.

“What do you think our children would look like?” she asked.

Saeyoung stopped working and sat up straighter, watching his beautiful wife. He smiled, contemplateing that very thing. “If it was a girl, as beautiful as you.” He stated.

“No, I think they would have your hair and freckles, that would be adorable. I bet you were the cutest little boy.” She smiled. The thought made Saeyoung sad, he never felt cute, adorable, loved as a child.

“Wouldn’t matter what they looked like. They would be loved unconditionally.” He said. MC set the broom against the wall and kissed the top of her husband’s head.

“You’re right, that’s all that matters.”

Across the street in the theater Zen stood on stage in full costume, his face painted white, eyes as crimson as blood, his silver cape almost the same color as his hair. He ran through his lines and danced the same dance he had perfected now for so many years.

They waited. Waited for the bus full of people who came almost every day to walk and be terrified by their ghost town. They didn’t have to participate of course, not every spirit that resided in the town did. Some pleaded for help, some, angry at their lot attempted to harm the living breathing humans that walked through the streets. Others, like the RFA members, tried to give those alive an experience they would never forget. It was fun and kept them energized. Not all would be able to see them, most adults could never fathom such a rich spiritual world, and those that did see them were not believed. Mostly it was the children whose minds were still open to the possibility possessed the necessary sight.

Saeran would try and give them ice cream, winking at them and putting a finger against his mouth in a shushing motion. Saeyoung and MC would play with them, showing off the myriad of toys on the shelf. Yoosung would place flowers in their unaware parents’ hair and dance around them, making the children giggle at the antics. Jumin and Jaehee would pretend not to see the humans, passing through them and sometimes sitting on them. They would argue about cat projects, Jumin acting like a jerk and tossing papers around while Jaehee ran around trying to pick them up. The antics were comical enough for the children to enjoy, while terrifying any adult who could see. Finally, Zen, who had the strongest aura of them all, would spellbound his audience with his acting, even those adults who could not see, could feel his presence, the emotions he was trying to convey leaching into their skin making the hair on the back of their necks stand on end.

It was a peaceful existence, but it was a dead one. Perhaps one day they would tire of this playacting. Or grow angry with it. As it was now, they had each other, it was all they could ask for.

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elvendara·6 days agoText

yoosungisbabie:

truth-be-told-im-lying:

crystal13unny:

Thank you @op-peccatori for the nomination.

Last movie: I think it was transformers. Pretty cars turning into giant robots and having death matches while speeding across part of the US. What’s not to like

Last song: Dvorak romance for piano and violin OP. 11 :) I’m a suckered for classically music.

Last show: Castlevania. Spopy season is upon us! Let it be filled with vampires, witches and things that go bump in the night, but not too much cause I will have nightmares.

Currently reading: fanfics from @truth-be-told-im-lying Also the Art of War. I have a very eclectic taste in almost everything.

Currently watching: She-ra and the princesses of power. Ok I did not think I would enjoy this show as much as I have. It is phenomenal and everyone should watch it! Also helps to deal with the spoopy when it is too scary and I have to sleep for work the next day but legitimate good show. Like almost ATLA for this decade.

Currently craving: A glass of Blade and Bow. It is my favorite whiskey and it has been a hell of a day and it is only 2 pm.

Tagging: @truth-be-told-im-lying @sakimichan @kudoriee @stehkotori @thatfanfictionchick @voltagesmutter @queens-hoes @theshove @marajordyn

op-peccatori:

✨ Tag game!!! ✨

rules: tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions. (Thank you @maanawa @thatfanfictionchick @otonymous and @aaviav for the tag!!! 💖🌻)

Last movie: Little Women!!! Watched it with my mom this time, it was really funny watching her roll her eyes at me during certain scenes ☠️☠️☠️

Last song: Acacia-Bump of Chicken

Currently reading: I have about 5 ao3 tabs open, all of them being Untamed/Mdzs fanfiction 😂 and I’ve got Emma on my bedside table!! …but I haven’t been reading it

Currently watching: Not actively watching anything. Just finished rewatching The Haunting of Hill House (cried again. also had to sleep with a lamp on ☠️). There’s Jujutsu Kaisen. I’m planning on starting Noblesse and The Haunting of Bly Manor in the next few days~

Currently craving: …ice-cream..I’m always craving ice-cream…

tagging: @redqueenschoice @pickle-scribbles @crystal13unny @belovedstill @cuddletime-blog and whoever wants to do this!!! 🌻🌻

Or whoever else wants in…Share! 🌹 🌹 🌹

@crystal13unny​ thank you for tagging me in this!

✨ Tag game!!! ✨

rules: tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions.

Last movie: The Goonies! A cinema near me re-opened a couple of weeks ago and played some old classics. Nothing like reclining and watching a slice of my childhood on the big screen.

Last song: Mess Around - Cage the Elephant

Currently reading: The Sun and Her Flowers, a poetry collection by Rupi Kaur.

Currently watching: Ratched, on Netflix. It stars Sarah Paulson as the diabolical Nurse Mildred Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. It’s directed by the same person who made American Horror Story, so it has very much the same vibe. I’m really a sucker for dark, twisted drama/horror stuff.

Currently craving: a seaside vacation with endless margaritas and beautiful sunsets. Ahhhhhh

I’m going to tag @mrs-mc-han@mrs-han@nad-zeta@nuttytani@shittylongcatposts@starry-starry-night24@eslyra@rfadaydreaming​ and @yoosungisbabie​ . And if you weren’t tagged and want to fill it out anyway, please feel free!

thank you @truth-be-told-im-lying!! 

Last movie: Avengers (2012) it’s my comfort movie 💖

Last song: Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran (i’m trying to find inspiration eeee)

Currently reading: uh i’m editing something i’ve written! other than that and the occasional fanfiction, i’m not actively reading anything 

Currently watching: i’m not watching any shows at the moment because my attention span is shot, but i have to watch at least one bts mv everyday if that counts 😅

Currently craving: chocolate 😭 it’s always chocolate

I’ll tag @elvendara @yoosung-simp @hacker606 @cafedanslanuit @kumaronoa @l0s3r95 @joy1579 @yeleleow @inthisblogwestanthechoitwins and whoever wants to partcipate! 💕

Tagged by @yoosungisbabie Yay for getting to know each other!!


Last movie: Black Box (Horror movie watching month!)

Last song: Into the Unknown from the Frozen II soundtrack (Uh, I have a grand daughter! LOL)

Currently reading: The Body Keeps The Score Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma (A little heavy I know but very interesting)

Currently watching: Schitt’s Creek on Netflix (funny show)

Currently craving: INSPIRATION!!!

Hmm, I’ll tag @booyakasha516 @s-fellows-art @stanleymordeson and @what-imfabulous-acceptit

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elvendara·6 days agoText

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompts

Day 16: Drops of Blood

Jaehee sat on her bed, warm blankets tucked around her. Spiced wine was on her nightstand and a bowl of popcorn on her lap. She watched The Promiscuous Jalapeno Topping. Zen’s plays always relaxed her. There had been one stressful second where she thought Jumin was going to make her take care of Elizabeth 3rd. He had concluded that it would be better for the feline to stay with him and had taken her on his business trip. With them both gone for a few days, her life would be a little easier. There was still a lot of work to do, especially since she would need to take over the director’s duties while he was gone, but she wouldn’t need to worry about any cat projects popping up.

She sighed as she took another handful of popcorn and watched Zen’s incredible performance. The story line was awful, even so, Zen was able to raise it to an acceptable level. There was a coppery taste in her mouth and she cringed from it. She looked down and saw blood droplets on the popcorn. With a gasp she raised her hand to her nose, Her fingers came away bloody. She had been so focused on Zen’s acting that she hadn’t even noticed the flow coming from her nose.

She stood and made her way to the bathroom, pinching her nose as she went. Flipping on the lights she saw her image in the mirror, her skin was pale, her brown eyes wide with fright. She was scared, but why? It was a simple nosebleed, nothing she hadn’t had before. Nothing most people hadn’t experienced in their lives. Nevertheless, there was dread spreading from the pit of her stomach. She tried to push it away as she cleaned herself up.

She continued to pinch her nose, counting in her head. She knew enough not to tilt her head back but couldn’t remember exactly why that was bad. After a few minutes she checked to see if her nose was still bleeding. As soon as she let go, it was like turning on a water faucet. Blood poured out.

“Oh my God!” she pinched the nose again but was now in a panic. Her large eyes blinked in confusion and fear as she stared at her reflection. This was crazy, should she go to the emergency room? But for what? A nosebleed? As she contemplated, she felt a wetness under her eyes. Was she crying? Focusing on the mirror she was even more shocked to see blood flowing from her eyes. It was just a trickle, tears of blood, but as she watched in horror, the droplets became thicker, creating streaks down her face.

Her breath caught in her throat, fear shivering through her body. She blinked and her eyelids felt like sandpaper across her eyes. With a scream she stepped back, hitting the wall and falling to the floor. Her hands braced her and now the nosebleed flowed freely. She looked down at her white pajama top where the blood soaked into it into a macabre inkblot. Her screams rose in pitch and horror. A crimson shade filtered her vision.

A knock sounded, as if a million miles away. Someone shouted but she couldn’t understand the words. She flopped to her belly and began to crawl, her legs unable to hold her up. Her body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Someone was at her door, someone that could help her. Blood saturated her eyes blinding her. Terror took over her mind as she turned, scratching at her face and shrieked.

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elvendara·8 days agoText

Mysme Fictober Oct 15th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

Day 15: Full Moon

“So, you don’t have the uncontrollable urge to howl at the moon when it’s full?” Yoosung teased.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Saeran rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’d like to see that.” Yoosung said.

“Why don’t you go badger Saeyoung about it then.” Saeran said.

Yoosung sat at the kitchen table and placed a bowl of ice cream in front of Saeran.

“Just one?” Saeran arched his brow.

“Yes, one, just for you.” Yoosung smiled.

“I know, but you always eat at least half of it when you don’t get your own.” Saeran complained.

“Don’t be like that, we’re mated, doesn’t that mean we share everything?” Yoosung took Saeran’s spoon and scooped up a large portion of the mint chocolate chip ice cream and staring right into Saeran’s green eyes as he entered it into his mouth.

“Oh oh oh!” The brain freeze was intense, and he almost spit the ice cream out.

“Serves you right.” Saeran laughed and yanked the spoon out of Yoosung’s grasp.

“You’re so mean.” Yoosung almost spat the ice cream from his mouth.

“What’s going on here?” Saeyoung entered the kitchen and took Saeran’s full spoon and ate the ice cream.

Saeran growled and took the spoon back, circling his other arm around his bowl of ice cream. Saeyoung simply chuckled.

“I was just teasing Saeran about the myth that wolves howl at the moon when it’s full.” Yoosung was once more cheerful.

“Sounds fun! We should do it! The full moon is up, come on Saeran!” Saeyoung jumped up and down as MC walked in to her husband’s antics.

“What has you so excited?” she laughed as he took her in his arms and twirled her around.

“We’re going out to howl at the moon!” He chanted. Yoosung joined them and Saeran simply shook his head.

“Have fun with that, I think I’ll get more ice cream.” Saeran stood and started towards the freezer. Yoosung grabbed his arm and pulled him into the circle.

“Come on Saeran! Let me see your beautiful shagginess howling at the moon! I bet the sound will be deafening.”

“Of course it would be, that doesn’t mean I want to do it.” Saeran protested, but Yoosung could see he was relenting. Saeran enjoyed howling, running in the night, the wind racing around him feeling free from every responsibility.

“Come on.” The three pleaded and Saeran relented with another roll of his eyes.

“Fine…” he set the bowl down and began to transform without taking his clothes off first, “Last one to the cliff is a rotten egg.” He smirked as his mouth elongated and the fur grew from his pores. Dropping down to all fours he nipped at Yoosung who eagerly jumped on Saeran’s back, they took off through the back door which they normally lest open just for this purpose.

“NO FAIR!” Saeyoung complained and began to change himself. MC straddled across his back and they shot out after Saeran and Yoosung. Running through the woods they yelped and nipped at each other, MC and Yoosung laughing as they held on tight. The twins howled and howled as the moon rose higher and higher.

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