#cat burglar mysteries

[shitpostingkats]

Every time I make another attempt to get into One Piece the show immediately reminds me that it has one of the funniest main cast dynamics in the entire world

#makes it very hard to maintain my aloof mysterious on-again-off-again viewership #I can forgive a lot for a rock solid party of Silly Characters #one piece #monkey d luffy #op #cat burglar nami #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #also #usopp #I do not think he has a last name #he sold it for 5 berri

[theshadowbendersblog]

*Big One Piece Spoiler ahead*

I'm currently watching this show which aired in 1982 and ran for like a year, called "Mysterious Cities of Gold". It's quite an old series and very hard to find. Over the past couple of years many fans tried to upload it on various sites all over the internet but for some reason or the other, the show was taken out only a few weeks or a couple of months after the show was uploaded. Even if you try to google the show, most of the sites will tell you it was only one season but in reality it was 4 seasons. If anyone is up for it, I can provide links if it's still available. I was lucky enough to have been able to download all 4 seasons of it.

The show is interesting because it has so many similarities with one piece and i think Oda took some inspiration from it because

1. Back when the first season aired, Oda was probably just a kid

2. It even aired on Japanese television soon after, with the name "Taiyou no ko Estaban" (son of the sun Estaban)

The show is about the protagonist Estaban who lives in Barcelona, somewhat parallel to Luffy. Estaban can also command the sun and make skies clear even during the strongest of storms or rainfalls.

There are 3 more characters who run parallel with some op characters, Zia, an Incan girl who can read old and rare Incan texts and thus the Spanish govt. was always after her and in several instances they kidnapped her to find out what the incan scripts said about the cities of gold (El Dorado). She's parallel to Robin's character. There's a guy named Tao who's a descendant of an old advanced civilization called Mu who were known as the people of the Sun. They were famous for harvesting and using the power of the sun and they were technologically advanced (again somewhat parallel to the ancient advanced civilization in op). He's just like Usopp, good at fixing things and very crafty. In fact it was him who first provided the team with their first ship called Solaris. It had solar panels instead of sails and it had the power to run the ship 100 times faster than a normal ship running on sails. And just like Going merry, it got destroyed in an event. The second mode of transport they got was not a ship but a plane that looks like a bird.

Estaban was saved by a Spanish govt. navigator when he was just a baby. Ten years before the current timeline, the navigator named Mendoza (somewhat parallel to Shanks, since he uses one handed sword techniques and saved Estaban in the sea just like shanks saved kid Luffy) spotted a wrecked ship on a stormy night and the only survivors were Estaban and his father. The man hands Estaban over to Mendoza and then he was washed away. Ever since, Mendoza had been keeping an eye on Estaban. Estaban's father also handed Estaban a medallion on his neck that turns out to be one of the 2 keys to open 7 cities of gold that is scattered all around the world.

The story goes like this, many years ago there existed 2 advanced civilizations, Mu and Atlantis. They fought a huge war against each other over power resources. Alas they ended up destroying each other. Later some survivors of the Mu empire built 7 cities of gold all around the world where they hid tonnes of gold and several ancient technologies for the betterment of the world, and handed down 2 medallions to 2 generations of families. And as time passed, the medallions kept getting passed on among certain families and one ended up with Estaban and the other ended up with Zia. The high priest of the first city of gold (turns out he was estaban's father) said that the advanced civilization was so powerful and so technologically advanced that the survivors of the Mu empire knew that any adult who gets their hands on these powerful resources and tonnes of gold, would surely get greedy and fall to the bad side. And if the adults started fighting for these powerful technologies, they would end up using these advanced technologies again to destroy the world.

This is where it gets important for guessing what one piece could be. The high priest said the cities of gold and the keys to their doors were wished to have fallen into the hands of kids, because a child's innocence and wonder would never let the advanced technologies be used for bad purposes, like greed for power and war.

We are now aware of how there existed an ancient advanced civilization in one piece too, that created cool robots like the one in Egghead island. And to think the robot is so advanced that even a man like Dr. Vegapunk couldn't get it activated or figure out what fuel does it run on.

What if, one piece is a child's toy? A toy that children of the 800 years old ancient civilization built and played with!! This is something Oda could do, a gag ! And he simply doesn't do gags, he makes things so silly, yet so meaningful. Where, if this theory is taken into account, and we consider that the one piece is indeed a toy that the children of the ancient advanced civilization played with, at the same time it could also turn out that the toy itself was so advanced that it was like a powerful technology for the normal humankind.

To support my theory even further, back when Roger and his crew visited Laugh-tale and figured out what one piece is, Roger laughed and even said something close to "I came at a wrong time, this is not my time to reveal or use the one piece". It's something that people are so serious about that they wanna turn the whole world down. But only someone with the innocence of a child can actually use the one piece, since no adult can value a toy as much as a child can. Which is why if recalled, op has always shown how boys like Luffy, Chopper, Usopp and the boys from Punk hazard are so fascinated with robots and cool mechanical machineries. And the term "man's romance" is always stressed at times like these.

If anyone has seen Ben 10 alien force and recalls that one episode where a mysterious cube shaped alien technology was mimicking anyone who attacked it, like Gwen, Kevin, their powers, and even transformed into every one of Ben's aliens and it seemed like a totally destructive and advanced weapon. But it turns out, it was just a child's toy from some higher dimension and the child's mother later came to earth and picked up the toy, saying that her kid had dropped the toy somewhere back when they came to the lower dimension on the earth, for a family picnic. Or to hang out or something like that.

I feel this little Ben 10 alien force scene is a coincidental yet strong correspondence with the theory i have proposed above. In short what I'm guessing is, there's a huge chance that in a story like one piece where Oda likes to just mess around like what children would like the most, with cartoonish art style and funny gags, where he not only shows us serious stuff, but never fails to make us laugh with his cartoonish composition of manga panels and the over all story, the one piece could very well be just a toy, like a robot or some sort of weapon or a machinery, which to normal humankind, would look like a powerful weapon and the adults will surely try to obtain it for their selfish desires. Whereas, only a child's innocence could make the utmost use of it.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #franky one piece #soul king brook #god usopp #jimbei #anime and manga #one piece manga #mysterious cities of gold

[legacyofafox]

Since I saw how many voted on my last poll about the "Who of the SH survive a Horror movie?" I decided to do something special.

A little text adventure game involving a poll and the Straw Hats.

The first gonna be murder mystery! It will have quite few polls. Depends how the polls look like.

So let's begin!

The Straw Hats are in a mansion, they escaped a stormy night and decided to stay in it until the next morning. The Storm didn't look like it would stop for the Night. What they don't know there is also a killer with them.

They explored the mansion, finding noone. The Mansion looked empty. Looking for rooms they could sleep in. Finding some they had to choose a room. Single rooms. But they decided to stay at least as duos in a room for safety reasons.

Nami stays with Robin and Chopper. Usopp with Zoro. Sanji with Luffy and Franky with Brooke. And Jimbei decided to stay a bit longer awake to look out, until he fell asleep too.

They went to bed.

What they didn't know the Killer had already choosen the first victim.

Who gonna die first?

Who die and survive? Don't forget it's your decision.

#one piece #straw hat crew #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #black leg sanji #god usopp #chopper #franky #brook one piece #jimbei #nico robin #mystery murder adventure #little game for fun #poll #you decide what's happening #most likely plottwists

[phrynefishersfrocks]

The seventh and penultimate ensemble of "Unnatural Habits" (Season 2, Episode 12) is a variation of Phryne's cat burglar outfit, featuring a short black velvet jacket, black button up blouse, pants and circular beret.

As appropriate for a clandestine venture aboard a ship, Phryne dons an all black outfit, featuring her v-neck button up black silk blouse seen earlier in this episode, as well as in 2x03, and paired with her classic wide leg silk faille black pants. To maximize movement and practicality, Miss Fisher wears a short velvet jacket on top, which appeared in both 1x05 and 2x01 also during breaking and entering enterprises. While very similar to her authentic 1920's long coat worn in 1x07, 1x10, 2x02, and 2x03, this jacket has high gathered sleeves and a puffed collar as well.

A familiar accessory to her less than legal activities, Phryne's circular French beret has shown up no less than sixteen times total, including this episode; twice in 1x05, in 1x06, 1x09, twice in 1x10, 2x01, 2x03, 2x04, twice in 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, 2x11, and earlier in 2x12.

Complemented by her teardrop onyx earrings with silver caps, black leather gloves, and black suede heels, Miss Fisher also adds a black scarf with a small panel of white floral embroidery along the hem while accompanying Jack to the police station. Interestingly, this exact scarf was worn by the author of the Phryne Fisher books, Kerry Greenwood, when she and her partner David appeared as cameos in "Blood at the Wheel" (2x07).

Screencaps from here, promotional photos from the official Facebook (x, x, x, x, x), hat photo from the official Pinterest.

#phryne fisher #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #unnatural habits #2x12 #s2e12 #miss fisher season 2 #1920's fashion #vintage fashion #costume design #costume breakdown #essie davis #cat burglar beret #cat burglar ensemble #black velvet coat #period costume #costuming on tv #outfit write up #i thought about making a collage of cat burgling outfits but SURPRISE it's very hard to get good photos of an all black outfit at night! #whoda thunk

[kblackship]

Teaser: She Gives Love a Bad Name

Welcome to Manhattan, 1985 Join me in celebrating the release of Book 3 in the Craving 1985 series, She Gives Love a Bad Name. Each book in the series has its own distinct vibe. This one captures that nostalgic noir feeling of a jaded, grumpy detective who finds himself saddled with a tempting cat burglar turned murder witness. Will they solve the case before the murderer finds them, or will the…

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#1985 #cat burglar #Contemporary Romance #detective #Historical Romance #Kirsten S Blacketer #murder mystery #New Release #retro romance #Romance #Romance Novel #She Gives Love a Bad Name #Steamy Romance

[tossawary]

Another potential "Strawhats meet early" AU that you could do, based on the fact that Zoro was wandering around East Blue as a bounty hunter for a few years, is an early meeting between Zoro and Nami. (I really liked their more jaded interactions behind Luffy's back in the OPLA show.)

Nami doesn't trust anyone, but Zoro is evidently willing to let mean women boss him around, so it's possible that Nami might decide that spending a little money to hire some personal muscle might be better for her in the long run. She can run two-person scams! She can use Zoro as intimidating backup! And Zoro could decide that having a skilled navigator to lead him to his bounty-hunting targets is worth parting with a cut of the money. Repeatedly getting lost was really eating into his training and fighting time.

(He doesn't know about Nami's connection with the Arlong pirates. Nami is keeping them away from each other. She leaves Zoro at a bar on another island when she needs to go back to Cocoyashi. Zoro knows that something is up, but he's not going to involve himself in the mystery until Nami tells him she needs help with whatever she's doing, trusting that she can handle her shit.)

Bonus points if this bounty-hunter & cat burglar pair go out to dinner at the Baratie at some point. Nami is annoyed at Zoro for whatever reason and so plays him up as her really shitty boyfriend (perhaps even really shitty husband) to the waiter. Whenever they loop back around to the Baratie with Luffy and Usopp (story events presumably happen differently but I'm not fussed to work out the details at the moment), they explain nothing, and it takes until Drum Island or something until someone finally breaks it to Sanji that Nami and Zoro are partners in crime but not together like he thinks they are.

Usopp, nodding sagely: "Ohhhhh. I was really starting to wonder, but I was way too scared to ask! We support you in your, uh, unromantic criminal relationship?"

Zoro, oblivious to Sanji's shoe coming for his head: "Thanks."

#tossawary one piece #fic ideas #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami

[froot-batty]

next batch of designs are done! gotham city sirens time >:) blurbs about them under the cut, along with explanations of flags and neurodivergencies!

Pamela Isley came from a rural flower farm a long ways from Gotham. Her parents let her run wild from a very young age, and one of her favorite places on their property to go was the pond, deep in the woods, where everything grew just a bit too tall and nothing looked quite as it should've. Pamela didn't know that this pond was actually highly polluted by the dumping of experimental chemicals from a nearby "research" laboratory. She thought being able to communicate with the plants - the Green, she called it - was completely normal.

...Until the people from that laboratory heard about the mysterious girl helping the plants grow stranger. They came to Pamela's parents to ask if it would be possible to study it, and they, not realizing what exactly that meant, agreed. They whisked it away to a facility in Gotham, where Pamela would end up never seeing it's parents again.

She was kept there for the rest of her childhood and into her adulthood, being experimented on until she twisted into the plant beast that she is today. When she escaped, it came after years of hiding the true strength of her powers, so she could build them up enough to turn the facility to rubble.

(It is AroAce, Agender, and Intersex)

Harleen Quinzel always had trouble controlling her impulses. Coming from a very wealthy, very upper-crust family, any step out of line was harshly corrected by either of her parents. As a child she didn't know any better, but after years and years of repression coming from her family, she eventually clammed up and tried to fit into their perfect little mold. This included going to medical school, though she did at least get to pick something she was genuinely passionate about - psychology.

Harley was finally living on their own by the time they started working at Arkham, though they'd not yet broken out of that mental control their parents still had over them. Being in Arkham was like being on an alien planet. They had come from a world where everyone was fake, and Arkham seemed so...real. Talking with their patients opened their mind up even further. Even if what they did was violent, or utterly nonsensical to everyone else, insanity seemed like it was a sort of freedom that Harley never had.

This was compounded by it meeting the Joker. He saw that piece of it that wanted, desperately, to get free, and through their sessions he was able to get into it's head and...push it over the edge, so to speak.

(Harley and the Joker are not explicitly romantically involved in this, I should mention. They've got a weird queerplatonic thing going on. Also they're not toxic they're BFFs forever)

(They are Pansexual, Genderfluid, and have ADHD and Borderline Personality Disorder)

Selina Kyle grew up like an alley cat on the streets of Gotham. With two addict parents in the Narrows who cared very little about her, she was virtually homeless, with how little time she spent at home and how much she spent wandering the dangerous streets. It was in the Narrows that she met one of her closest childhood friends, Harvey Dent, and through him, the elusive Bruce Wayne.

The three of them were thick as thieves all through her childhood, though began to drift away when college time came around. Bruce had up and left the moment he turned 18 without any real warning to the two of them, and Harvey was off to college to try and become a lawyer. This left Selina all alone, once again.

But she had made a pact to herself. She didn't want to live on the streets of Gotham forever. She had started pickpocketing from a very young age, so she would just expand her skills - become Gotham's cat burglar. It started out as only a way to pay her bills, but she found she grew addicted to the feeling of it; the freedom of being able to slip into wherever she wanted and make some poor, rich fool a million dollars short. It was a sort of revenge for her (and the regular cash flow didn't hurt).

She was surprised when Bruce came back to Gotham and tried to reconnect with her. They hadn't talked in over a decade, but they found themselves reconnecting with surprising ease. Their close friendship would drive Harvey mad with jealousy, but neither of them realized that until it was too late.

The scar on her face is from Harvey's attempt on her life, after he became Two-Face.

(She is a Lesbian)

#SORRY THE BLURBS ARE SO FUCKIGN LONG #i debated putting them in separate posts but eh. im too lazy. just putting them here #frootverse #rogues gallery #pamela isley #poison ivy #harley quinn #selina kyle #catwoman #gotham city sirens #batman #my art #rogue design

[outtoshatter]

Author spotlight of the week: @aurevell! They have heaps of fics to choose from!

Under 10k:

Returning the Favor | T | 5k tags: established relationship, same age Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, fluff, Stiles doesn't know about werewolves Summary: Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

When Derek peers down into the dark, he finds the worst thing imaginable: his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar. "What are you doing here?" Derek hisses.

Burial Rituals | G | 4k tags: necromancer Stiles, cursed Derek, meet-cute Summary: The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Sugar in my Coffee | G | 3k tags: no werewolves, established relationship, domestic fluff Summary: Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could.

Lessons in Catiquette | T | 3k tags: creature Stiles, slice of life, pack bonding Summary: The pack’s resident werecat is kind of a mystery to Derek. Luckily, Stiles offers one-on-one tutoring.

It May Simply Lie in Wait | G | 5k tags: getting together, declarations of love, magical Stiles Summary: “This place is haunted as hell,” one boy says under his breath.

The house remembers itself, letting out a subtle upstairs creak to let them know what they’re in for. They enter anyway, inspecting its shamefully crumbled furnishings, running fingers over its tattered walls, crouching to peer at the ceiling tiles fallen on its floor, and the house—

The house does not chase them away.

Years after the fire, Derek and Stiles return to the Hale House. It isn’t sure how it feels about this.

Stories Over 10k:

The Only Thing Left | T | 13k tags: angst, no werewolves, creature Derek Summary: “You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?”

Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water.

Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Where we Both Could Live | M | 16k tags: shy Derek, meet cute, friends to lovers Summary: Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment.

His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

The Third Sacrifice | T | 21k tags: magical Stiles, dark fairy tale elements, human sacrifice Summary: Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.

If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

A Badge for Everything | T | 11k tags: good alpha Derek, BAMF Stiles, boy scout Stiles, getting together Summary: Stiles Stilinski is the only loser left in a pack full of wolves who’d do anything to leave their loser days behind.

(Everything’s the same, but Stiles is a boy scout. That’s it. That’s the story.)

The Beginner's Guide to Everyday Magic | T | 29k | 8 chapters tags: magical Stiles, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, fluff, angst, Studio Ghibli vibes Summary: When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

Go check out aurevell's AO3 page, and don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos and maybe even a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #author spotlight #aurevell #spotlight saturday

[gabessquishytum]

Cat burglar dream breaks into a big mansion of one of his enemies, determined to steal whatever he can—gems, money, secrets—but when he gets there turns out the house isn’t as empty as it should be.

There’s a man in the big bed in the master bedroom. He’s clearly naked, all golden skin and a very nice ass peeking through the sheets. Dream meant to go to the safe but instead he ends up drawn toward the bed where the man squirms around, snuffles into the pillow and then wakes up, staring right at Dream.

Dream acts fast, climbing on top of him and covering his mouth, subduing him as quick and quiet as he can, internally cursing because he doesn’t know this man and really doesn’t want to have to kill him but he’s clearly sleeping with Dream’s enemy…

And the man moans under him, pushing his cute ass against Dream’s groin. Dream’s surprised enough that he takes his hand off his mouth.

“The safe code is 1389,” hob says. “I hope you rob that fucker blind.”

Okay maybe dream will be stealing him too, but he’s not sure how he’ll carry this hottie back down the drainpipe.

AKAKSJDFN I love the mental image of a naked Hob clinging to Dream’s back as he shimmies down the side of the house. Classic!!!

Look, Hob is just a guy. But he likes nice things, which means he tends to get entangled with rich men who can provide those nice things for him. And the rich men are not always quite so nice. Hob has been with his current "patron" for a few months now, and he's seen a lot of nasty stuff that he can't unsee. Unfortunately he can't just leave, because he knows too much. He can only hope that the fucker gets bored and passes him along to someone else.

This burglar, though? He's gorgeous. The all black skin tight outfit is really doing it for him - Hob was being genuine when he moaned. He flutters his eye lashes and bites his lip as the thief hushes him softly and springs across the room to empty the aforementioned safe. Hob slips out of the bed and heads for the desk, where he grabs a whole wad of letters and offers them to the thief. "Blackmail material." He explains. The burglar smirks and takes the letters - and kisses the back of Hob’s hand for good measure.

Hob smiles, but internally he's sighing. He's going to take the fall for this break-in and burglary when his patron returns. Well, that's too bad. Hob won't give up the mystery thief's identity!

But as it turns out, that mystery thief doesn't intend to leave Hob behind at all! He throws a silk robe in Hob’s direction and then beckons him over to the window. Time to make an escape!

Hob likes nice things, but it turns out that he likes adventures even more! And Dream didn't know he was about to get a side-kick - but life is a lot easier now he's got a getaway driver. As long as Dream doesn't distract him with too many kisses so they run off the road!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[happyely2]

Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: It will vary from story to story and I will point it out at the time (green-for-all; orange-for a mature audience; red-for adults, minors are asked to skip this story).

General Summary: Ten Different Alternative Universes In which you will experience an extraordinary adventure with Ace (plots and more details are written under the respective title). Soon they will be published one by one, for now I leave the plots in general.

General Inspired: I will write from time to time the possible inspirations that have been taken as references to write.

Let’s Meet Agian In The Next Life

[📿Exorcism!AU📿] - The spirit of the red fire

You’ve been called in to exorcise a demon that’s causing a lot of trouble for the community in a quiet country village, so you don’t expect that curse to give you such a hard time.

[📚School!AU📚] - Breaktime at school

Ace is the most popular guy in high school, he’s a senior, and he’s going to college soon, so you don’t expect him to know who you are, a little third-year-old girl who’s doing very well in school. You don’t know how wrong you are.

[👑Royalty!AU👑] - Midnight Ball

You didn’t object when the mystery knight gave you his hand to go down the garden stairs, it was your last night of freedom before you had to marry someone you hardly knew. A moonlight dance before you become the wife of the future king of the kingdom with a mysterious knight you would love in silence for years to come.

[✨PeterPan!AU✨] - Lost Girl in Neverland

Second star right and then straight until morning! But wait for the lost children are not so children but they are teenagers!? Fairies and mermaids are friendly? Indians are a rowdy group of adults who want to dance all night and pirates are not real pirates but admirals of the navy? What kind of island are you in, and since Peter Pan has freckles and black hair and calls himself Ace?

[🔮Magic!AU🔮] - Rebel

Ace never thought he’d have to ask you, a witch, for help to save his family. But he is a warrior who is willing to do anything to save the people he loves, even to come to terms with a witch like you.

[🐺Omegaverse!AU🐺] - Damn to that beta

The biggest cliché in the world? You made it happen. You always considered yourself a beta with little sex craving and always squabbling with her beta neighbor. So you don’t expect that the day you go for the analysis something snaps in you and that you’re both soul mates. In short! You can’t be the soul mate of your neighbor Beta (actually Alpha) Ace! And you can’t be his Omega.

[🏹Indian!AU🏹] - The arrow of fate

Travel to the new world! Gold, riches, adventures and new lands to explore! That’s what they promised, but now Ace was wondering how he could explain that those were really fake things and that the only thing that drew gold were the hair of a certain Indian who had snatched his heart?

[⚔️Moschettieres!AU⚔️] - Damsel in distress

"And you call that a lunge?" You shouted behind the back of the man who was fighting to protect you.

"Then fight you mademoiselles!" The Musketeer answered you by stretching out the enemy that was attacking you and taking you for life to take away. What was all that effrontery towards the poor Musketeer Ace who was fighting to save you at the behest of his majesty!

"With great pleasure!" You answered by beating your fists on his shoulder. There were no bridesmaids anymore.

[🚓Police!AU🚓] - Cat Burglar

Ace had just joined the police force when he was given a very important case by Commissioner Smoker. Catch a famous thief who always announces her shots before getting them. I mean, it seems easy, but nobody on the police force has ever done it. And the policeman Ace will have to invent one more than the devil to succeed in catching tha

[💰Far West!AU💰] - The Naked Gun

There is only one law in the bar: no fighting is allowed and as a bartender you are categorical, your rifle is ready to fire a warning shot at anyone who dares even think of trying. You just haven’t met the outlaw Portuguese D. Ace and his wacky gang of bandits.

#one piece #one piece x reader #ace x oc #ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace x reader #portugas d ace #one piece ace #portgas ace smut #ace smut #ace op #ace of spades #ace one piece #soft smut #smut #alternate universe #crossover #fanfic #Happy_Ely🪷

[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 1: The Daughter of Shadows

In the bustling city of Brightville, a young girl named (y/n) grew up in the enigmatic embrace of her father, Walter Hardy, a renowned and elusive cat burglar. From a tender age, (y/n) was immersed in a world of shadows and secrets, a life that few could comprehend. Under her father's watchful eye, she learned not only the art of thievery but also the invaluable lessons of confidence and seizing life's opportunities.

Walter Hardy was a figure shrouded in mystery, his exploits whispered in hushed tones among the criminal underworld. But to (y/n), he was simply her loving father—a man whose presence both comforted and challenged her. Despite the unconventional nature of their lives, Walter was determined to raise (y/n) to be a strong and confident individual, encouraging her to embrace the world with fearless determination.

From an early age, (y/n) became Walter's protégé, accompanying him on various heists and observing his every move with wide-eyed curiosity. The dark alleys and high-rise rooftops became her playground, where she learned the art of agility and the thrill of outsmarting the odds. Walter, recognizing her natural talent and thirst for knowledge, nurtured her abilities, teaching her the intricacies of the trade while instilling in her a strong moral compass.

One sunny afternoon, as (y/n) carefully observed her father's nimble maneuvers, he paused and turned to her with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "My dear (y/n)," he said, his voice laced with warmth and conviction, "life is a grand heist waiting to be seized. Do not fear the unknown, but rather embrace it with confidence. Only then can you truly discover the treasures hidden within."

With those words etched into her young heart, (y/n) embarked on a journey of self-discovery and resilience. She learned to navigate the intricate webs of deception and subterfuge, honing her skills in the art of illusion and misdirection. But more importantly, she learned to believe in herself—to trust her instincts and to never back down from a challenge.

Walter encouraged (y/n) to explore beyond the confines of their nocturnal escapades, exposing her to a multitude of experiences that would shape her worldview. They attended art exhibitions, where they marveled at the strokes of a master's brush, and visited bustling markets, where (y/n) haggled with vendors and embraced the vibrant tapestry of cultures. Through these experiences, Walter instilled in her the importance of a well-rounded education, cultivating her intellect and expanding her horizons.

But it was not just the thrill of adventure that defined their relationship. In the quiet moments, when the city slept and the moon bathed the world in its ethereal glow, (y/n) and Walter would sit beneath the starry sky, sharing stories of their past and dreaming of the future. It was in these stolen moments that (y/n) discovered the depth of her father's love—a love that transcended their clandestine activities and embraced the essence of family.

As the years passed, (y/n) grew into a confident young woman, her spirit untamed and her resolve unyielding. She possessed an uncanny ability to blend seamlessly into any situation, her nimble fingers and quick wit serving her well in the world her father had introduced her to. But it was her unwavering confidence that set her apart—a quality that Walter had nurtured from her earliest days.

With each heist they embarked upon, (y/n) faced challenges head-on, her unwavering confidence shining through the darkness that surrounded them. She reveled in the adrenaline rush, the thrill of outsmarting her adversaries, and the satisfaction of retrieving the treasured artifacts they sought. Through it all, she carried with her the lessons her father had imparted—the importance of self-belief and the courage to seize every opportunity that presented itself.

As (y/n) stood on the precipice of her own journey, she carried the legacy of her father's teachings within her heart. The world awaited her, full of untold adventures and uncharted territories. With Walter's lessons guiding her, she knew that she had the tools to carve her own path, to embrace the shadows and emerge victorious.

In the heart of Brightville, (y/n) stood as a testament to her father's unwavering belief in her potential. She was more than the daughter of a cat burglar; she was a force to be reckoned with—a beacon of confidence and resilience in a world that often sought to overshadow her. And as she prepared to step into the spotlight, she did so with the knowledge that she was the culmination of her father's love and guidance—a testament to the indomitable spirit that Walter Hardy had instilled within her.

#spiderverse x reader #black cat #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spider gwen #spider gang #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar #Pavitr Prabhakar x reader #In Love With The Same Cat #In Love With The Same Cat series

[ultrone]

Can I request a baby blurb about Spider!Lottie x Black Cat!Nat x reader who’s ordinary? I saw a LottieNat spider-woman au on TikTok and started thinking a lil bit about it. Reader has no clue her gfs are heroes works for the school newspaper and finds out somehow.

★🕸️🐈‍⬛ — 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝘁 𝘅 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

n/a. i know u asked for a baby blurb but by the time i finished writting this i realized that it was too long, i hope u don’t mind 😭 also ty for requesting this, i love marvel and dc but i currently only write for yjs so it felt like two birds one stone 😼🫶🏼

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after receiving a low grade on your most recent english literature essay, you faced the risk of failing the class if your grades didn't improve significantly. fortunately, your english professor, who also supervised the university’s newspaper, was in need of additional contributors and offered extra points if you joined. without hesitation, you agreed. although you weren't particularly passionate about journalism, you found it intriguing enough.

however, a few weeks ago, everything changed. an announcement was made regarding a contest, exclusively open to the twenty students involved with the newspaper. only one student would emerge as the winner, with their story featured on the front page—a prestigious honour typically reserved for seniors or professors. additionally, the winning story would be published in the state newspaper, which would undoubtedly enhance your linkedin profile, or so you thought. but what truly excited you was the ultimate reward: exemption from all remaining english literature exams for the semester, ensuring a perfect a+ as the final grade. this meant you could forego the rest of the english lit classes, and it became your primary goal—to craft the best story and secure victory in the contest.

recently, it was discovered that the two superheroes of the moment were, in fact, students at wiskayok university. how the media obtained this information remained a mystery, but its authenticity had been confirmed. you knew that if you were able to expose the identities of these heroes, it would cause a frenzy and undoubtedly lead to your victory. was it ethical to reveal their identities? maybe not. did you want to spend your summer retaking english class? absolutely not. with that in mind, you channelled all your determination and energy into this story.

as the days passed, your obsession with this personal project grew stronger. you had to admit that ever since you were little, you secretly loved superheroes. so, even though your main goal was to win the contest, you also found genuine interest in it. staying late at school, hiding between the bleachers or on the rooftops, became a routine as you searched for any peculiar signs. you even managed to swipe the absences list from the principal's office and kept track of the students with the highest number of absences, considering them as your prime suspects.

your girlfriends, nat and lottie, tried to convince you to stop this endeavour multiple times, insisting it was dumb and a waste of time—especially since it left you with little free time for them. nonetheless, you remained stubborn as ever, even when lottie offered to get you a tutor who could help you over the summer.

it was a tuesday afternoon after class. you dropped off your girlfriends at the field for their soccer practice, promising them that you would go straight home and wait for movie night, something you hadn't done in a while. little did they know, instead of keeping that promise, you had arranged to meet up with two friends. you had paid them beforehand to stage a scene on the street: one pretending to be a burglar, and the other acting as the victim. the plan worked, and now you found yourself hiding inside an empty trash container, straining your ears to catch snippets of distant voices. carefully, you lifted the lid a few centimetres, giving yourself a limited view of spider-woman and black cat as they removed their suits and changed into their regular clothes, which they had stashed in a backpack. unfortunately, your line of sight only reached up to their hips, as lifting the lid any further would risk exposing yourself to their gaze.

that was until a putrid smell reached your nostrils, prompting you to discreetly turn on your phone's flashlight. as the light revealed a dead rat in the corner, you couldn't help but gag, dropping the lid with a loud thud.

"fuck," you muttered, covering your mouth and nose, attempting to stay quiet, praying they hadn't heard you. but it was too late; barely a second later, the lid was forcefully lifted, and the intense daylight flooded your vision, momentarily blinding you.

you were scared shitless, fully prepared to face none other than spider-woman and black cat, and boy, were you fucked. you didn't even bother thinking about making a run for it, already envisioning the worst possible outcomes.

"babe?" you heard, the surprise evident in the familiar voice, pulling you back to reality. in an instant, you opened your eyes and found lottie standing right in front of you. perplexed, you glanced beside her, catching sight of nat, whose arm was lifting the lid.

you rose to your feet, surveying the area, only to discover that the superheroes had vanished. "what are you doing here? you said you were heading straight home," nat questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

you were about to reply, stumbling over your words as you tried to come up with an excuse when something caught your eye. it was the backpack lottie was carrying—the same one spider-woman and black cat had used to retrieve their clothes just moments ago. shock washed over you, and the realization hit you like a bucket of cold water.

you stared at the backpack in disbelief, still trying to wrap your head around the entire situation. it all made sense now. their sudden disappearances, getting late to almost every single date, the frequent class absences, the mysterious phone calls. you knew they were up to something, but sure as hell you never thought it would be this. they weren’t even on your suspect list.

lottie and nat slowly shifted their gaze toward each other, guilt and embarrassment written all over their faces. it was clear that neither of them had expected you to stumble upon them like this. "we can explain," lottie finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

"why didn't you tell me?" you inquired, furrowing your brows as you patiently waited for an explanation.

nat shifted nervously from one foot to the other before finally taking a deep breath and replying, "we wanted to, but… we didn’t know how."

lottie nodded in agreement. "we didn't want to put you in danger, y/n, and we also didn't want you to worry," she added.

she began to explain further about her and nat's secret side gig. "we started doing this not long after meeting each other," she said, her voice laced with guilt.

nat stepped closer to you, her gaze apologetic yet determined at the same time. "and we know that keeping this from you wasn’t fair, but we thought it was the best thing for our relationship."

you felt a wave of emotions surge through your body: anger, confusion, worry. part of you wanted to yell at them for lying and keeping secrets from you, while another part reminded yourself that they were only trying to protect you. but if something bad happened to them or even worse—if they died while doing this—you didn't know how you would cope with the guilt.

lottie seemed to sense your distress and quickly stepped forward, her face full of determination. “hey, everything’s gonna be alright,” she said with a gentle smile, taking your hand in hers and soothingly stroking it with her thumb. “i promise.”

you sighed, tears welling up in your eyes. "i just want you both to be safe. i don't wanna lose you," you said, looking at them.

"but you won't," lottie reassured you. "we know how to take care of ourselves," she said.

"yeah, don't worry about us, babe," nat chimed in. "lotts' spidey senses are top-notch, and i have killer claws. see?" she showed her claws off with a mischievous grin, snarling playfully as she tried to make you laugh.

“dumbass," you said with a smile, nudging her shoulder. nat retracted her claws and used her thumb to wipe away your tears. "seriously though, don't worry. we'll be fine. and our top priority will always be to protect you and make sure you’re okay. we love you, y/n, a lot." she moved her hand to your cheek, softly stroking it.

"i love you too," you replied sincerely, hugging both of them tightly. they kissed your head simultaneously as lottie rubbed your back and nat stroked your hair. "but if you ever hide something like this from me again, i swear i'll kill you," you warned them as you playfully tugged their ears simultaneously, making them complain.

"okay, okay, we get it!" nat cried out as you finally let them go.

“owie," lottie said, rubbing her ear with a pained expression.

"you two act all tough in those suits but can't handle a little ear tug," you teased them.

before you could even laugh, one of them lifted you up and carried you away in her arms.

"holy fuck!" you yelled out in fear. "get me the fuck down!"

you tightly held onto lottie's body, closing your eyes shut as she held you securely in her arms. she had put her mask back on and was swinging between buildings with her spider webs. nat was right behind, using her claws and speed to leap from building to building, quickly catching up.

you could feel the wind rushing by your face as you sped through the afternoon sky, the scenery below becoming a blur. just as you were starting to get used to the exhilarating feeling, lottie gently landed on the ground, bringing you to your destination. opening your eyes, you realized you were on your room's balcony.

"what are we doing here? aren't you two going back to practice?" you asked.

"the last thing i wanna do after dealing with some burglar jerk is going back to school and putting up with taissa's annoying-ass team captain attitude," nat replied wearily, entering your room and tossing her backpack on the floor before flopping face-down onto your bed.

"yeah," lottie agreed. "and we thought this would be a perfect time to start movie night," she said as she hopped onto the bed beside nat and patted the spot in the middle, looking at you.

"fine… but we're gonna have a serious conversation about this later," you warned them. nat just hummed dismissively in response. "and you better start installing life360 on your phones," you commanded.

nat and lottie exchanged glances and made complaining faces at each other. "see? this is why i didn't want to tell her," nat muttered, her voice muffled by the pillows as she plopped her face back down.

“if you don’t do it i swear to god i’ll—” you started to say, but your words were cut off as lottie shot a spiderweb toward your mouth, silencing you. you began to mumble angrily, trying to remove it, which caught nat's curious gaze. she burst into laughter at the sight, and lottie couldn't help but join in. just as you managed to take off the spiderweb and were about to scold them, lottie shot another one, this time towards your body, pulling it swiftly and causing you to fly towards the bed, landing right between them.

as soon as you landed, they snuggled up to you and showered you with kisses all over your face, making you giggle and try to stop them with your hands.

"still mad at us?" lottie asked once they stopped.

“mmm, not if you let me pick today’s movie,” you negotiated.

"fair," nat said, grabbing the remote as the three of you snuggled together under the covers.

#𓏲 📂 ⋮ my works .ᐟ #lottie matthews #nat scatorccio #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x y/n #nat scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x y/n #nat scatorccio x you #lottienat #lottienat x reader #lottienat x you #lottienat x y/n #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews drabble #nat scatorccio drabble #yellowjackets drabble #yellowjackets x y/n #yellowjackets x you

[legacyofafox]

The second poll here I mentioned for part 2!

See this link for the first part of it ->

Please only Vote if you first read it, so you know why this exist. It's a little game I started a week ago with the Straw Hats.

#one piece #Team Robin #Team Luffy #Team Nami #you decide what's happening #mystery murder adventure #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nico robin #cat burglar nami #chopper #jimbei #black leg sanji #franky #brook one piece

[phrynefishersfrocks]

The fifth ensemble of "Dead Air" (Season 2, Episode 11) features one of Miss Fisher's statement coats, a grey tweed with white panels, a black blouse, her black wide-legged pants, and her classic cat burglar hat.

Phryne's entire look is a wonderful example of reusing previous pieces in a new way. Her heathered tweed coat, created by loosely weaving black and white elements together, was previously seen in "Raisins and Almonds" (1x05). It has white panels set into the fabric along the back seam, the outer edge of the sleeves, and lines that start at her underarm and zig-zag down to the hem. The side closure is a black embroidered hook and eye set to help it cross over her chest.

While worn over a white outfit in 1x05, we see it here over her all black casual home outfit (minus the cardigan) seen earlier in this episode. Her black blouse has matching loose ties that follow her v-neckline, and is a staple in her season two wardrobe, showing up six times so far (2x04, 2x05, 2x06, twice in 2x08, and earlier in 2x11). Its paired with her classic black silk faille pants and accented with black leather gloves.

She accessorizes with her silver capped onyx teardrop earrings, and a brooch featuring a white carved flower set into a black oval frame, worn earlier in 2x08, and black heels. As per usual, Phryne adds a fabulous hat to her silhouette. Appropriately known as her 'cat-burglar beret', this black circular beret has been worn twelve times so far - (twice in 1x05, 1x06, 1x09, twice in 1x10, 2x01, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, and here in 2x11).

Season 2, Episode 11 - "Dead Air"

Screencaps from here, hat photo from the official Pinterest, production photos from various sources (x, x, x), Costume Exhibition photo of brooch from Dayna’s Blog.

#miss fisher murder mysteries #mfmm #phyrne fisher #grey tweed coat #Dead Air #2x11 #s2e11 #costume breakdown #hat repeat #hat photo #cat burglar beret #onyx earrings #brooch #costume exhibition photo #black pants #vintage fashion #1920s fashion #costume analysis #tv costumes

[ddagent]

Next Fic

So, my previous fic poll ended in a draw, so let's have another go! A few different options, this time, with some supporting evidence for each to help you make your decision!

May I present the poll:

And the supporting evidence!

Option 1:

"Uh, boss, your friend is here."

Detective Anthony Crowley looked up from his notebook and turned his golden gaze back to the crime scene tape a few feet away. Behind the white and blue tape, highlighted by the flashing lights of the police cars, was Reverend Aziraphale Fell. Clerical collar, sunny disposition, and two takeaway cups in his hand. One of those was six espresso; one was hot cocoa. Ridiculous man. Snarling, Crowley shoved his notebook into the back pocket of his trousers and stomped through sand to shoo Aziraphale back to his church.

"You can't be here."

"But—" Aziraphale began, a pout forming on those perfect lips. "—I can help. I was ever so good before—"

"—we were nine, Aziraphale. We're not making up mysteries and legging it in and out of caravans and arcades anymore." Which was a pity. The mysteries Aziraphale always dreamt up for them as children were less brutal than the one that currently laid before him. Huffing out a sigh, Crowley took the proffered coffee and gestured for a uniformed officer, Constable Honey, to escort the vicar out. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I'll see you on Sunday, yeah?"

"We'll see each other before then, no doubt." Sure, sure. "When you realise you do need my help."

Option 2:

Swiveling his hips, Crowley slid through the open bathroom window of AZ Fell and Co. Even though the bookshop had been broken into three times now, the proprietor, one Aziraphale Fell, still had no sense of security. No locks on the window, no alarms, no cute dogs that Crowley would have to pet and stroke in order to disarm. No, Crowley was free to move around the shop as he pleased. Maybe it was because Crowley had never actually stolen anything that Aziraphale felt safe.

Bah. Crowley didn't want him to feel safe. He wanted him to feel scared. Crowley could do anything here. Anything.

Slipping into the living room, Crowley noted that Aziraphale had fallen asleep on the sofa again. A threadbare blanket was pooled at his feet; a copy of some eighteenth century novel had fallen to the floor. Moving deftly, Crowley adjusted the blanket, placed the book upon the table, and tipped out Aziraphale's hot chocolate. There. Mental insecurity. Aziraphale would know that someone had been in there. Someone who could do anything.

As it was, Crowley committed the most heinous act of all: he left a rare book upon Aziraphale's coffee table, a product of his earlier activities. Gabriel Archer, that twat, wouldn't miss it. And it would certainly give the bookshop's profits a major boost.

Option 3:

"Excuse me, I was wondering whether you had a VHS copy of The Eastern Gate?"

From behind the counter, Crowley didn't even bother turning around to address his customer, so ridiculous was his request. Yes, Crowley had a copy of The Eastern Gate: it was one of Aziraphale Fell's early works, a black and white film focusing on an angel overseeing Eden. It had been very well-received at the time but public interest quickly waned. For years it spent time on BBC 2 on Sunday afternoons - that was where Crowley's copy came from, recorded with great care and attention onto VHS.

He had one copy. And it was not for sale.

The customer cleared his throat. "Dear boy, I do wonder if you could—"

"—in a minute. This is the best part." The Bastille had come out in the 90s, part of the interest in musketeers and the French revolution. Aziraphale looked delectable in the heavy iron chains and all those pretty frills. Just gorgeous. But, with great reluctance, Crowley pressed pause and turned to 'attend' to the customer who wanted the impossible, even in Crowley's memorabilia shop. "Listen—"

But Crowley didn't say another word. Because his customer wasn't just interested in Aziraphale Fell. He was Aziraphale Fell.

Option 4:

"Crowley, can I ask you a question about Twitter?"

Crowley immediately zoned back into the room. He had been fixated on the slight tinge of silver and white at the temples of Aziraphale's blond hair; the curve of his mouth as he indulged in dessert at The Ritz. For some time, Aziraphale had been discussing his latest project: a gripping drama for ITV featuring a gay romance between two childhood friends. It was the sort of project that Aziraphale did often - but this time he had been paired opposite BAFTA winning actor Raphael Archer.

Not that Crowley was jealous or anything. He hadn't campaigned for the role. Hadn't sent an audition tape and told he wouldn't be believable starring opposite Aziraphale in a romantic role. As if he hadn't spent thirty years yearning for this man. Oh, they had played detectives together, odd-couple roles, best friends. But never romantic leads.

And the first time a project came up that was perfect, Crowley lost to Raphael Archer. That Scottish twat. Breathe, Crowley. "What about Twitter, Angel?"

"I don't use it." No kidding. "But Raph does." Oh, Raph is it? "And a lot of his followers have started using a hashtag. Something #raphaphale?"

Crowley's glass immediately shattered. Thirty years as Aziraphale's shadow and this Scottish wanker gets a ship tag?

Option 5:

He was here again. Sitting in the front row with his delicately pressed tan trousers, neat little waistcoat with the gold buttons, and the delicate puff of blond curls. In his lap (which Crowley noted, not for the first time, was rather spacious) was his paddle, with the number 666 printed in red lettering. Since the man had started attending the auctions at Eden's Auction House, Crowley'd had fantasies about that paddle.

How the hell was he going to make it through today's auction?

Still, Crowley was a professional (allegedly). So, he took to the podium, gavel in hand, and addressed the crowd. "Lot number one is a collection of Austen, incredibly preserved from the period, featuring four books - including Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion." He swallowed a number of sarcastic remarks, bit back his need to share the crackpot biography he'd read about diamond heists and whisky smuggling. Not the crowd. Never the crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at fifteen hundred?"

The man was the first to take the bid. As it was accepted, he wiggled happily in his chair. Oh, Crowley was gone.

#aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #fic poll #in my head raphael is played by alan cumming

[crowhyun]

MY PET BLOODSUCKER

vampire!soobin x witch!reader

— One of the most dangerous beings to society was a new vampire. Filled with an uncontrollable lust for blood and a new strength that rivaled that of 100 men, they were the average human’s nightmare. But not for you. What was meant to be a normal summer ended up with you having to care for a new vampire that just couldn’t keep his teeth to himself.

genre: smut, fluff, very minor angst, some crack

warnings: blood, blood sucking, soobin cries during sex lmao, piv sex, unprotected sex, soobin is very rough, overstimulation, kind of enemies to lovers, wall sex, kitchen sex, soobin and (Y/N) aren’t rlly in their right minds when they fuck but it’s okay in the end, severe bloodlust (lord), soobin is a real cutie pie

words: 9.8k (not edited)

Your house was an old one. It settled into the grass on the plot of an old neighborhood full of people who were aged and their nosy cats. The house once belonged to your grandmother before she passed, leaving it in your name. You had been living in it for two years, now, and you were sure that you had unlocked every quirky little mystery this house hid. Secret rooms, locked doors, an attic full of Knick-knacks and pictures from over the years. You had eventually began to grow a connection to the house despite how creepy it may have seemed, especially at night. You'd ignore when the floor boards would creak and when the wind would sound too human-like. It was something you had to get used to, which was what you quickly learned.

    The first day of your summer break had started, yet the house still groaned every night as if it were stuck in the middle of a brittle winter. It was like the house was alive and you knew it very well. You felt safe hidden in its walls and when you laid underneath its roof. Despite your family's history of witches and wizards, you kept your magic away from this house. Although it had magic riddled deep in its bones, you felt that maybe it needed a break. Maybe the creaking of the house was it finally being able to rest.

    That's why it was such an anomaly when you woke up to the silence of the house. It was in the middle of the night, a time where you'd never suddenly wake up at. You didn't hear the voices of the wood or the creak of the foundation, and the darkness that seeped into the crack of your door was too silent for comfort. Something wasn't right. It was as if the house was alarming you of its discomfort.

    You had the right mind to ignore whatever it was and to just go back to sleep, but the chill down your spine told you not to. You had to at least check and see if everything was alright. A burglar could've found their way into your house, in which ignoring it could be dangerous. Despite not wanting to use your magic, you felt a spark down your dominant arm, ready to end a poor souls life. But...that would cause much suspicion in the neighborhood. You needed something...human.

    You slipped out of bed, your feet light on the wooded floors as you made your way to your closet, opening the doors and grabbing a bat that rested in the corner. With the bat held tightly in your hand, your wrapped your fingers around the edge of your bedroom door, slowly opening it to reveal more of the dark hallway. Although it didn't help, your held your eyes wide open as if to see through the darkness.

    The house was still as silent as ever, and you gulped as you slowly made your way downstairs. So far, it didn't seem like anyone was inside of your house, but you remained careful.

    Just as you had gotten to the last step, you heard a soft, but noticeable, creak of the wood floors. You froze, knowing for sure that it wasn't you. You knew deep down that it wasn't the sound of the house settling even further, and there was, in fact, someone in your house.

    Have you forgotten to lock the front door?

    You stood, frozen, as you tried to hear anymore sounds. Looking around in the darkness, you saw nothing but the silhouette of your furniture against the moonlight shining through the windows. You completely stepped down the stairs, head whipping back and forth, just so you wouldn't miss anything. Just as you were about the enter the kitchen in search of the intruder, you had caught eye of something unfamiliar. It was a new silhouette against your window, a tall and dark one. You couldn't tell what it was, due to the darkness, and because it was so still. But it couldnt have been a forgotten piece of furniture, no. You would've known what it was.

    Near the top of the silhouette, you now noticed something peculiar. This silhouette was no piece of furniture. It was a person, and obviously not a normal one, because their eyes were glowing an eerie red.

    Before you could even react, before you could even question it, the person had charged towards you with an unimaginable speed, and you found yourself in their arms. As romantic as it sounded, there was nothing romantic about the sudden sharp pain that you felt in your neck, as if you were being stabbed with a thousand needles. You couldn't even scream in pain, and you couldn't fight it.

    You quickly grew light headed, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the perpetrator held you in their arms as you slowly began to lose consciousness, stumbling to the floor as everything went black.

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You feel as if you had flew back thirty minutes prior as you woke up in your bed to a silent house once again. The only difference was that there was a searing pain on the left side of your neck, keeping you from moving your head at all. Cringing in pain, you gently touched the wound there, seeing that dried blood was on your fingers.

"What the hell..." You whispered to yourself. Enough context clues could give you an idea to what had happened, but the rationality that grew with you since childhood disproved the fact that they're real. They, meaning...vampires. But how could a vampire get in your house? If they're like what the stories say, they need an invitation to enter other people's homes...

Due to how silent the house seemed, you guessed that they were still here. Ignoring the pain in your neck and the fear settling in your bones, you made your way out of bed. Then you stopped.

You were in bed? Did they put you here? Why wouldn't they just leave you downstairs on the floor? It was peculiar to say the least, and for some reason, it scared you even more.

Now, your bat wasn't in your closet, and you had nothing to protect yourself with. Walking out of the bedroom as quietly as you could, you looked over the banister of by the stairway, looking to the bottom of the stairs. It was still dark, so you could barely see anything, but you could see the gleam of metal at the bottom of the stairs, the neglected bat reflecting the moonlight.

You bit your lip, cringing once more at the throbbing pain on your neck. Shaking it off, you tiptoes down the stairs, being extra careful this time. The vampire was insanely quiet the first time you had come downstairs. Once you were at the bottom of the stairs, you bent don to grab the bat. You wondered if you'd be able to knock a vampire out...

Just as you were about to grab the bat, you heard a bang from inside the basement. You froze, listening out of you could hear more. You then heard rustling and other noises. They were definitely down there, doing something. You grabbed the bat, quickly moving as the rustling sounds got louder and more frantic. Due to the noise, you were able to move faster, the vampire most likely not able to hear you.

Once you were halfway down the steps, the vampire was finally in your sight. You had to bend down a bit to see what was going on, but you saw them.

It was a man, a tall one at that, who seemed to be rummaging in the boxes of junk you had sprawled about in the dark basement. You couldn't even fathom a reason for why he was doing it, much less on why he was doing it with so much fervor. You didn't want to stick around and find out why, so you tiptoed down the stairs, holding your bat with a tight grip. Keeping an eye on him, he didn't seem to notice that you were right behind him, neither did he notice you raising your bat.

Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the bat down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn't be if he wasn't a vampire.

"Holy shit..." You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn't look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn't a vampire after all, and you might've just killed him.

Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn't tell you much, though, as he could be dead or...the undead.

Looking around the basement, you searched for somewhere to put him. You rarely went inside of the basement due to how cold and stuffy it was, and because it was unfinished.

The basement consisted of two rooms. The first is where your junk was, and the other was an empty room that you were too scared to go in. It was small and dark, and it's heavy door had an open lock on it and a barred window. It just felt...as if it was a prison cell.

Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.

He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn't be for long.

You eventually dragged him into the room, and you quickly locked the door once you left. Looking into the window, he wasn't awake yet, thank goodness. For extra security, you put a spell on the door, hoping that it worked. Your magic was rusty, so you were unsure.

Despite the early morning hour and your tired eyes, you fought sleep, not wanting to succumb to it while there was danger in your house. Still, though, the pain from you neck didn't go away. You thought it wouldnt be too bad to go back up stairs for a second and patch it up so it didn't get infected. Looking once more through the window, you hurried upstairs to your bathroom, where your first aid kit was held. You cleaned and patched the wound up in record time so that you didn't stay too long from the vampire.

Once you were back in the basement, you looked through the bars of the window, but your heart stopped once you noticed that he was no longer in there. The room was empty, as far as you could see, since the corners were so dark that you didn't know what was there.

"Shit..." You whispered to yourself, shoulders tense as you were on edge again. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.

"Get me out."

You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn't know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn't get himself out. Maybe the spell really did work. That should be enough to keep you safe.

    He held onto the bars tightly, trying to wiggle them to see how strong they were and then he looked at you with finery red eyes.

    "What are you doing? Let me out!" He frowned. "Why did you put me in here?"

    "W-why are you in my house?" You asked him. He didn't say anything for a second.

    "This...is your house?"

    "Uh, yeah." You looked at him as if he had a problem, which...he technically did. Being a vampire was no normal thing. "I've been living here for the past two years."

    "Oh." He said. "Well, if you let me out of here, I'll leave."

    "No!" You said. "Not after you bit me. Besides, how do you even have access to my house? How did you get in?"

    "T-through the door..." He said quietly. "Who are you?"

    "Who are you?" You were so confused right now. He didn't have the right to ask you questions while he was intruding in your house at this ungodly hour.

    "Are you sure this is your house?" He asked you.

    "What do you mean 'am I sure'?" You scoffed. "Who are you to be asking me these questions?"

    "Look, the only reason I'm able to be here was because I was invited here." He said. "And you did not invite me. As a matter of fact, I do not know who you are."

    "Well, shit, I don't know who you are either." You couldnt believe you were having this conversation with a vampire right now. There must've been something that you didn't know.

    "Where is Elise?" He asked out of the blue. "Miss Elise. The nice witch lady."

    "Elise?" Your eyes widened. "Elise (Y/L/N), the woman that lived here before me?"

    "Yes, her." He said. "Did she move out?"

    "Elise (Y/L/N) is my grandma, and she's been dead for two years."

    "D-dead?" He stuttered, mouth agape. He loosened his grip on the bars and looked down at the floor. He muttered some words to himself, low enough that you couldn't hear.

    "Are...you okay?" You asked him, suddenly feeling worried.

    "Miss Elise...she told me to come back whenever I needed anything..."

    Now you were definitely lost. This vampire somehow knew your grandma, and based of what he was saying, they were pretty well aquainted with each other.

    "So, that's the reason you're here?" You asked him. He nodded. "Then why the fuck did you bite me!?"

    "Bitch, I was hungry!" He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? "That's why I'm here, because I was hungry and I thought that Miss Elise would have some blood bags or something-"

    "Why would my grandma have any blood bags?" You squinted your eyes at him.

    "What? Did you really not know?" He asked, then sighed. "Miss Elise was my caregiver when I was younger. I didn't have parents...well...I did, but I didn't know them. So she took care of me. But I wasn't the only one. She took care of children that were vampires, and she always had blood bags for them. I wasn't a vampire at the time, so it didn't matter..." He paused. "I recently turned...like a week ago, and I'm still getting used to being a vampire. I thought that Miss Elise would help me out, but I guess that's not possible."

    Now you felt sorry for him. Your grandma had never told the family about her caring for children, much less, vampires. She had always been a secretive lady, and she never invited people over, always being the visiting guest. You guessed that this was why.

    "What's your name?" You asked him.

    "Uh, S-Soobin. Choi Soobin."

    "I'm (Y/N)." You said. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

    "No...not really." He said as if he was embarrassed. "I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can't go back on campus."

    "You can stay here if you want." You didn't exactly feel sure about him staying here, but you felt so sorry for him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, and he had nowhere to go. This is where he once felt safe, so you shouldn't take that away from him. But...he was still a vampire. He was a threat to you. You were surprised that you weren't already dead from when he bit you. "But you'll have to stay in there for a bit...before I can trust you."

    "What about when I'm hungry?" He asked.

    "I'll figure that out."

    "What about when I'm lonely?"

    "Uh...I'll figure that out too."

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    "You know this is illegal, right?" Your friend asked you, handing you the black duffel bag. She looked worried as she tugged on the bottom of her scrubs.

    "I have a vampire in my basement, Sooyoung." You told her. "Crime is the least of my worries. Besides, I'm paying you. You could either keep the money, or give it to the hospital in exchange for the missing blood bags."

    "I guess." She said. "I have to go. I can't be gone for too long."

    "Okay." You gave her a smile. "I might be back for more, soon. I don't exactly know how this works." You gave her your goodbyes and went back inside your car, placing the duffel bag on the passenger seat. You unzipped it, looking inside to make sure everything was still alright. Inside of the duffel bag where numerous bags of fresh blood, hopefully enough to keep Soobin situated for a few weeks or so.

    You drove back home quickly, still anxious about whether or not Soobin could escape from the room in the basement. Surprisingly, you weren't really afraid of the danger of him escaping, your were more afraid of him being gone. He scared you at first, but in all honesty, he seemed harmless. If your grandma raised him, then he had to be a good person.

"Soobin?" You quietly called out to him, having arrived back at your home. Walking don the basement, you heard nothing but silence, and your felt your heart rate spike up. You called out to him again, walking closer to the door. "I've got something for you."

Once again, he scared you, his hands aggressively coming up to the bars before showing his face. "What is it?" He asked, eyes wide. You held back the urge to scowl at him for scaring you, instead opening the bag and pulling out a bag of blood. He suddenly jiggled the bars on the door, as if he was a feral dog who saw meat for the first time in a while. "Give me that."

"Did my grandma never teach you to say please?" You scoffed, then carefully handed him the bag through the bars, just so he wouldnt rip your hand off. You watched as he tore the plastic open with his teeth, drinking as much blood as he could so it wouldn't spill.

"Do you have another one?" He asked, blood covering the lower half of his face, and eyes dark in lust for more.

"Yes, but I'm not giving you it." You said. "You would have been one if you didn't rip open the bag like that. There's literally a nozzle for steady blood flow."

"What? Why?" He whined. "You got them for me, right?"

"Duh," You scoffed. "But you've got to ration. I've got enough for two weeks if you take one a day."

"One a day?!" He exclaimed. "That's not nearly enough for me!"

"I think it's for your own good." You said. "You said you were only turned about a week ago, right? Well, you need o learn self control so that you don't go around biting people just because you feel a little bit of hunger."

"Are you saying that it was just a little bit of hunger when I bit you?" He scoffed. "You're so careless..."

"Look...I'm not my grandma, Soobin." You said. "First of all, you broke into my house. I know that I locked my doors. Second of all, you hurt me. My grandma may have trusted you, but I don't. You better be glad that you're still here."

He looked down, almost appearing like a hurt puppy. That was enough to show you that your grandma probably spoiled him to death.

"I'm putting these in my fridge." You said. "You won't get another one until tomorrow."

"Wait-" Soobin said and you raised your brows. "Can...can you warm it up before you give it to me? I don't really like cold bl-"

"No."

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"(Y/N)!" The faint sound of Soobin call in your name woke you up. "(Y/N)!!"

"What the fuck...?" You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight.

"(Y/N)!!!!"

"Oh my fucking gosh." You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Soobin holding on to the bars again. "What?!"

"Hi." He greeted you. "It's tomorrow, right? I can't really tell since I've been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it's tomorrow, can I have my blood bag. You promised you'd give it to me."

You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. "You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?"

"In my defense, I didn't know it was 7." He shrugged. "Also, I think I still have blood on my face. Can you wash it off?"

You were too tired to care about anything at this point. You released the spell on the door, unlocking it and opening it, but Soobin just stood there, eyes wide and shoulders high.

"A-are...you a witch?"

"No, it's just that my grandma, mom, and aunties are witches, but it skipped me of course." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

"S-so, that m-means you could k-kill me?" He stuttered, still not budging.

"I try to refrain from using my magic." You said. "But I will use it if you don't take this chance to get out."

"Oh-" He stepped out as if he was scared to, keeping a good distance away from you. You walked up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was. He followed you to your kitchen where you wetted a rag under the tap.

"Stay still." You said as you grabbed his face and started to wipe the dried blood off. His blood—someone's blood—rushed to his ears, making them bright red. You fought the urge to laugh. Your face was only a few inches away from his, and he got this flustered from it?

Once you were done wiping his face clean, you rinsed off the rag and got a blood bag from the fridge, handing it to him.

"Can I wait until it's room temperature?" He asked.

"Do you really want to wait that long?" He replied.

"No." He said, then he took the bag.

"Remember not to rip it open and spill it." You said. "Especially not on these old floors, it'll soak right in."

"Oh...right." He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter. "That was horrible. I told you I don't like cold blood."

"Would you like no blood?" You asked him. "Or would you like to be without a home again?"

"Nevermind..." He said.

"That's what I throught." You said. "It's time for you to go back-"

"Huh?" His eyes went wide. "You're putting me back there? That's inhumane!"

"I don't trust you enough to have you roaming around freely." You said.

"But it's not like I bit you while I was out." He whined. "I didn't do anything bad!"

"That's great, Soobin, but you have to understand." You said. "You don't have much self control, and I don't want to risk it. I'll see if I can trust you after a few more days, but for now, you have to go back."

"I understand." He said, looking dejected as ever. "Could I at least have a book while I'm locked away?"

"Sure." You said with a roll of your eyes. Yeah, you felt a bit sorry for him, but you'd feel sorry for yourself if you let him hurt you again. He could kill you at this point. You locked him back into the room, handing him a random book you had. "I'm going back to sleep. Don't wake me up again."

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A week had passed of Soobin being under your care, and although you thought it would be dangerous, it really wasn't. You didn't fear him biting you again, and he wasn't too out of control.

Because of this, you let him out more, only keeping him in the basement at night time. You did feel even more sorry about that. Vampires were active during the night, and slept during the day. Maybe you were being too hard on him.

It was reaching the early morning times when you stayed up with Soobin, playing a game with him like he requested. If he was living here, you might a well be on friendly terms with him.

"Stop buying each property you land on." You told him. "Have you never played monopoly before?"

"No." He said. "I grew up in a house with 12 other kids and an old lady, do you think we ever thought to play monopoly?"

"Oh, right." You said. "About that...did you ever meet any of the family? And where's all of the other kids you knew?"

"I only knew about Miss Elise." He said. "Everyone else is...somewhere, I guess. As we grew up, they kind of ignored me and went their own ways."

You nodded your head, humming. "How old are you, by the way?"

"26." He said, then laughed humorlessly. "Gonna be 26 forever." You tilted your head, confused. "That didnt sound happy. Do you not want to be a vampire?"

"Not really." He said. "When I got turned, I wanted to be, but now...not so much. I don't like having to drink blood and te uncontrollable urge to do so. I also used to sleep a lot, but now, I can't really sleep that much. And when I do sleep, I don't have dreams anymore. I'd does feel like I really dead. Being super fast and strong is cool, though."

"That's understandable." You nodded. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're doing good. For such a young vampire, you're controlling yourself very well."

"R-really?" He asked quietly, cheeks going red and a bashful smile appearing on his face.

"Really." You smiled back. "But, if you haven't noticed yet...you're bankrupt."

"Wha-"

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You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing rumbling coming from downstairs. This wasn't normal. You listened out for a few seconds, the rumbling stopping for a bit and then starting again. You felt anxious, almost as if it was the night you discovered Soobin for the first time. You got up from your bed, quietly stepping out and going downstairs. Before you even got to the first floor, you noticed the light from the fridge shining throughout the kitchen. Frowning, you went to explore.

Once you stepped into the kitchen, you saw the large body of Soobin in the fridge, and multiple empty blood bags scattered on the floor around him

"Soobin?" You called out to him, trying to keep your anger from bursting out of the seams. He froze, slowly turning around to see you there. "What are you doing?"

The half empty bag of blood dropped from his hands, spilling onto the floor. "(Y/N)...it's...it's not what it looks like-"

"Are you sure?" You tilted your head. "Because it looks like you're taking more than what I said you could take."

He looked everywhere but at you. "P-please don't get mad, I w-was just r-really hungry, and I c-couldn't control myself, I won't t-take anymore, I swear-"

"Do you know how much I go though to get those bags for you?" You asked him. "It's not an easy thing, Soobin."

"I know, and I'm sorry!" He said. "I really didn't mean to-"

You didn't want to hear another word of it, and you put a spell on him, watching him pass out immediately. You weren't as much angry as you were annoyed. You thought that he was doing perfectly and that you could trust him more, but you guessed that you were wrong.

Just like you did before, you dragged him down to the room in the basement, shutting and locking the door. You reversed your spell on him, and he woke up confused. Once he noticed where he was, he quickly got up and went to the window.

"(Y/N), why did you put me in here?" He frowned. "Let me out. You know I don't like it in here."

"Is that right? Well, I would've thought otherwise." You said. "I specifically told you that you could only have one blood bag a day. Don't act surprised that you're in there."

"But it was one mistake." He argued. "Didn't you say that I was doing good? Didn't you?"

"I said that because you were being good. This isn't just once mistake." You said. "Now that nearly all the blood bags are gone, you're not going to be able to have any for a while. You did this to yourself. And don't expect me to let you out, tomorrow." With that, you went back upstairs, ignoring Soobin's defeated whimper. You cleaned up the blood bags and the spilled blood, cursing to yourself because of the blood already seeping into the old wood. "Damn you, Soobin..."

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"My teeth hurt..." Soobin said to you the moment you walked down to the basement.

"Maybe they're sensitive from all that cold blood you consumed." You said.

"You're still mad about that?" He sighed. "That was two weeks ago. And I haven't had blood in a while since then, but look at me! I'm perfectly fine."

"Mhm, right." You said before dropping the black duffle bag full of blood down in front of the door. "Well let's see how much you can control yourself now. I'm not allowing you to touch these for another week."

"Another week?!" He repeated, baffled out of his mind.

"I thought you were perfectly fine." You pouted. "You can be perfectly fine or another week, right?" You unlocked and opened the door to the room, but he grabbed the bars, closing it on him.

"Don't let me out." He said. "Just keep me in here until the week is over."

"No, that defeats the whole purpose." You scoffed, opening the door again. "Come out, or it'll be two weeks."

That got him quick. He came out, fists by his side, trying not to look at the duffle bag. You stifled your laughter at his bewildered look. He was, in fact, not perfectly fine.

Once you both were upstairs, he sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes not once looking into the kitchen. You sat beside him, looking at him innocently.

"What's wrong, Soobin?" You asked him. "You seem...tense."

"Get away from me." He said. "I might suck your blood."

"No you wont." You laughed. "You're perfectly fine."

"I lied. I'm not perfectly fine." He said. "Just put me back in the dungeon, please."

"No. You've already had your punishment, and it's inhumane, right?" You smiled. "So here you are, out of the 'dungeon'. Ah, also, I think I might have something for your teeth hurting." You got up, retrieving this random piece of wood that had broken off one of your counter shelves. You were planning on fixing it a while ago, but procrastinating on that made you get used to it not being there anymore.

"...wood?" Soobin asked once you handed it to him.

"Yeah." You said. "I figured your teeth were hurting because you hadn't bitten into anything in a while. Maybe biting into that would help."

He looked at you confused, but nonetheless bit into the wood.

"Maybe it'll also distract you from the blood." You said, patting his shoulder. He turned to look at you slowly.

"I was distracted until you said that..."

"Oh...oops?"

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You didn't know what had gotten into you, but as you watched Soobin chew on the wood from the kitchen, you felt slightly endeared. He was watching TV, and he kept busy with the wood, chewing holes into every piece of it. You were glad he wasn't too worked up about the blood, but you worried about the rest of the day. You weren't planning to lock him in the basement this time, hoping that he had the self control to not rummage in the fridge again. It was a high expectation, hopefully one he could fulfill...

You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you've gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate.

Soobin felt that your eyes were on him, and he turned to look at you, eyes wide. For some reason, lost in your daze, you hadn't exactly noticed how he was looking at you. All you noticed was his red eyes, and how they didn't seem so weird anymore. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn't even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.

Unknown to you, Soobin's smile dropped, feeling that he had been the reason for the extremely awkward exchange. He thought that maybe...something was happening. If you were embarrassed, he was even more so.

The exchange was forgotten hours later, when you sat next to him, your eyelids drooping. It wasn't even approaching nighttime, but you were already tired, your sleep pattern all over the place. Sometimes, Soobin stayed up with you during the day, and sometimes, you stayed up with him during the night. Weirdly enough, though, you newly discovered that you had acclimated to being awake during the night.

"Are you tired?" Soobin asked, and you jolted, fully awake from the sound of his soft, deep voice.

"No, no, I'm just...this channel is boring." You said.

"But I thought you liked those crime shows?" Soobin pouted, biting his wood and furrowing his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're not tired?"

You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. "I'm a bit tired." You said, then you looked at him. He'd be fine on his own, right? "I'm going to bed." You got up and started your way towards the stairs, not expecting him to get up and follow you.

"Wait, r-really?" He asked, following you up the stairs.

"Yeah?" You looked at him confused. "Only for a few hours. It's summertime, anyways. I don't need to have the perfect sleep schedule."

"Oh...okay." He said, watching you get into your bed from your doorframe. He stood there awkwardly as you got comfortable. You then noticed his presence and you lifted a brow.

"...what are you doing?" You asked him.

"Uh...aren't you going to put me in the basement?" He asked.

"Why should I?"

"You're leaving me alone." He said. "I don't trust myself alone. Also...I'm tired, too."

"You need to learn to trust yourself." You sighed. "You can sleep on the couch or something, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"C-can I..." He paused, looking down at his hands. You patiently waited for him to resume. "Can I sleep in here? On your bed?"

"...huh?" You were caught off guard by the question.

"O-only for today." He said. "Just for extra precaution and everything. And the couch isn't really big enough for me."

You paused, thinking it over. He seemed to be controlling himself more, but you had to think about it. Sleeping downstairs where the cold blood bags are mere feet away from him, or sleeping in the same bed as you...technically a warm and fresh blood bag. Well, he hasn't been much of a danger to you ever since that day. You could trust him...right.

"I guess you can." You said.

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Yeah." You chuckled. "Stay a foot away from me, though. If you bite me, I'll have your head, understand?"

"Yep!" He said happily, as if he didnt just hear what you said. He ran over and jumped into your bed, making sure to be on the complete other end of the mattress. You rolled your eyes, but you were grateful. Looking at him once more, you fully laid down and closed your eyes.

"Only for a few hours." You told him again. "Wake me up if I've slept for more than five."

"Okay..." Soobin said, trying not to watch you doze off. He laid down stiffly on his back with his hands by his side. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker over to your sleeping figure, wondering how you had fallen asleep so fast. Even as a vampire, he still struggled with insomnia. The sunlight dripping from your closed curtains made it a bit harder for him to sleep. He couldn't sleep in total darkness, which he found weird and unusual. He sun made him tired but the moon made him wide awake. Sometimes, he wishes that he was normal again. That he was human.

You were human. A peculiar once, of course, due to the fact that you were a witch. It was even more peculiar that you rarely ever seemed to take advantage of that fact. You weren't a normal human, but you were able to act like one. You were able to eat good food, sleep once the moon was up, and breathe in fresh air every day. Soobin envied you. That's what he though it was. Envy. Though it never really dawned on him how thin the line was between envy and admiration. or the even thinner line between admiration and infatuation.

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A few days later, while you were sleeping, Soobin decided to stay up to watch a show that he'd been interested for a while now. He was a little on edge, due to the fact that he was alone downstairs, and he hadn't been in the basement in a while. He found himself looking at the kitchen multiple times, distracted from his show that he swore he liked.

Getting up slowly, he walked over into the kitchen, right in front of the refrigerator. His eyes glowed into a deeper red, and he felt his canines start to sharpen in need for blood. He slowly put his hand on the handle on the fridge, but he froze. He was fighting a battle within himself. He knew that if he opened the door and saw the blood bags sitting there, he wouldn't be able to help himself. And that was wrong. You'd wake up, see him in a frenzy again, and then the both of you would have to start from square one again, and he didn't want that. You were gaining his trust, and he was able to get closer to you because of that.

He quickly took his hand off of the handle, muscles flexing with resistance. He then noticed his piece of wood sitting on the counter, almost as if it was waiting for him. He grabbed the piece of wood with fervor, biting into it with his sharpened canines. He walked back to the couch, furiously biting into the wood to calm down. Weirdly enough, this worked for him. It soothed the pain of unfulfilled bloodlust, even if it was for a short time.

After a bit had past, and he had calmed down, he noticed how tired he had gotten. Watching TV for so long made him tired, and he wondered if you were still sound asleep. Leaving the piece of wood on the coffee table, he made his way upstairs and into your room.

Silently peeking in, he noticed that you indeed were still asleep. A few days ago was supposed to be the only day he'd sleep in the same bed as you, but since then, you didn't seem to mind him doing it again, and yet again. So, he climbed into bed next to you, careful not to wake you up, but you were so deep in sleep that he didn't think it would be a problem.

Like usual, he stared at your sleeping form even though he was quite tired. He really couldn't help himself. You looked so peaceful and carefree, as if your trust in him was much more than he thought.

"(Y/N)..." He whispered. "You won't know...but I almost broke your trust. I almost lost control. I really wanted blood today, but I stopped myself. You might get mad at me for that, but what matters is that I gained control back, right? I did good, right? I'd imagine you'd say yes..." He sighed. He liked when you were proud of him. It was like a present. Every time he did something good, he found it to be the best part of his day to see you smile. Those lips that were usually set in a straight line or even frowning, he began to appreciate the rarity in which you'd genuinely smile. That thought prompted him to stare at your lips. They were slightly parted as you slept, relaxed and plump, perfect, as if they've never been injured or bit.

He didn't notice as he started to lean closer to you, as he was too mesmerized by your sleeping beauty. There was something so comforting about the warmth radiating off of your body that drew him closer to you, until his face hovered over yours. Even if you were awake with just your eyes closed, you wouldn't even be able to feel how just close he was to you. But you would be able to feel his cold lips softly pressing into yours.

And that you did feel.

But you didn't open your eyes. You didn't tell Soobin that you were awake. You embraced his lips on yours for a couple seconds more before he pulled away.

Soobin couldnt believe it. He couldn't believe that he had just done that. That as inappropriate. It was wrong. But...it felt good. It warmed him up some, it made him feel alive again. In more search for your warmth, he hesitatingly wrapped his arm around your side, pulling you closer to him in a close embrace. He didn't care if you woke up at this moment. You'd either push him away or stay where you were. It didn't matter.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, feeling all of the warmth you had to offer. This was better than any of those cold blood bags. Although he could hear your blood rushing through you, it didn't set him off. What he craved wasn't blood. It was to feel human again. And being this close to you was the closest to that than he would ever be.

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You checked the refrigerator, seeing that there was still the same amount of blood bags in there that there was before. Soobin must've really headed your warnings. You felt a bit sorry for him. He was more tired nowadays, more sluggish and not as energetic as he was before. Sure, this arrangement wasn't healthy, but it sure did teach him some self control. He only had one more day until he'd be able to finally feed, but you thought that you'd give him a present for holding out for so long.

"Soobin?" You called out to him, seeing that he was still on the couch, where he had been since the day started.

"Hm?" He hummed, not even looking at you. You smiled, going over to sit next to him. He was lazily chewing on his wood, glassy eyes looking at the TV.

"Y'know...you've been holding out really well, so far." You told him. "You only have one more day. You've been doing really good."

He turned to look at you. "Really?" He asked, eyes brightening up a little.

"Really." You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. "So, I've decided to give you a little present."

"A present? What is it?" He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still chewing the corner of the wood

"Guess." You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. "I'll give you a hint. It's almost like...I'm returning it back to you."

"Hm?" He tilted his head to the side. "I've never given you anything, though? Or have I?" He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't think too hard, Soobin, you'll pass out."

"But I really can't think of anything?" He said. "Can you just give me it? I'm not good at this guessing game..."

"Jesus, Soobin..." You sighed, moving the wood out of his mouth. You leaned towards him, softly kidding him just like he did that night. He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. "Do you remember now?" You asked him, smirking at his expression.

"Y-you knew?" He asked after a few seconds.

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I was awake."

"A-and you were awake when I...I-"

"Yes, Soobin." You laughed. "Don't be so flustered. If I had a problem with it, I would've told you right away. And I definitely wouldn't have kissed you just now."

"Oh..." He chuckled nervously, and you swore he would've been blushing, but you guessed that he couldnt, as he had gone without blood for so long. "C-can you maybe do it again?" He asked.

You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you again, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Fallen in love with a witch, one that he was always in close proximity of. Always right around the corner but never at the same one. It only had to be fate that brought you two together.

“I really like you, (Y/N).” Soobin blurted out once you two parted.

“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very much people in your life.”

“But I have.” He frowned. “And I like you. Only you. Do you…do you not feel the same? Am I m-mistaken?”

“No, Soobin, it’s not that.” You were quick to reassure him. “I do feel the same…just…don’t make me say it.” You laughed awkwardly. “Just know that I feel the same.”

“You’re not joking, right?”

“No, you fucking idiot.” You said sweetly, patting his face. “Now stop looking at me as if you like me, it’s making me nervous.”

“Really?” He giggled, eyes turning into crescent moons, looking at you as if he was even more in love.

He couldn’t understand just how much you distracted him from his bloodlust. He felt like he had the control of a 1000 year old vampire when you were there. You must’ve put a spell on him. Maybe even a few spells…

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Soobin felt as if it was his birthday. He has held out for so long, and now was finally the day that he’d be able to drink from the blood bags again. He swore he hated the cold, unfresh blood before, but now, he was craving it.

Yet…he wasn’t going to get any until you’d tell him he could. He didn’t want to mess up again, so he was extra careful.

You knew exactly what was going on, and just to be mischievous, you acted as if you forgot about it for the whole day. It was evil, yes, but what you had for him would be worth much more than a lousy blood bag.

It was by the time night fell when Soobin finally spoke up.

“(Y/N)…” He called to you. “Did you forget?”

“Hm? Forget what?” You asked him, acting as if you knew nothing.

“Yesterday was the last day.” He said. “I can drink blood bags, now.”

“Oh- is that so?” You acted surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You could’ve gotten one hours ago!”

“Seriously?” He said in disbelief. Although he was pissed he didn’t say something earlier, he was still happy that he could finally have at it. He all but ran to the fridge, opening it and then grabbing a blood bag out of it.

“Wait!” You said, snatching the bag from him.

“Huh? Why?” He whined, pouting as if he was going to cry.

“I also forgot to tell you another thing.” You said. “You know how I gave you a present yesterday, right?” You asked, placing the blood bag behind you on the counter, seeing his eyes on it.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I have another present for you!”

“Is it a kiss?” He asked. “If I kiss you, will you give me the bag?”

“Hey, don’t act like I’m the one who’s begging for kissed all the time.” You scoffed. “But, no, that’s not the present. And you’re not getting the blood bag.”

“What do you mean?” He frowned. “I thought you said I was doing good!”

“And you are! Which is why I prepared something even better!” You said and he looked at you in confusion. “Me!”

He blinked a few times, looking from your eyes to your neck and then again. “You don’t mean…”

“I do mean.” You said.

“But…but I could really hurt you!” He said. “You could even die if I go overboard!”

“Soobin…I know all of the possibilities.” You said, putting your hands on his shoulders. “That’s why I put a little spell on myself. Let’s just say that I won’t be able to die for the next 24 hours. So?” You bared your neck at him.

“A-are you sure?” He asked. “Are you sure the spell worked?”

“Nope.” You shrugged. “But I trust, you Soobin. I know you won’t kill me.”

He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.

“Are you really sure?” He asked.

“Yes, Soobin.” You chuckled, pulling him closer to you to that your chests were touching, and Soobin grasped onto your hips so he wouldn’t lose his balance and fall onto you.

With one more seconds of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.

He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you graudally noticed that something felt weird.

You still felt the pain on the bite, but Soobin’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.

You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.

“S-Soobin?” You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.

“(Y/N), I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I c-can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite out lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.

“It’s okay S-Soobin…” You said quietly, breathing harshly with each rough grind into you. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.

“Can I be inside of you?” Soobin asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on the counter each time.

You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs wider for him. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Soobin stead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.

“Soobin…!”

“S-sorry!” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.

Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.

You yelped as he picked you up from the counter, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.

“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.

He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go

“F-fuck, baby, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.

You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Soobin couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pprnographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.

You just had to sit there, wedged between his chilled body and the wall, taking just what he needed to give you.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.

After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay? You can lock me in the basement for a while, I won’t get mad, I deserve it-“

“Soobin, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly al you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”

“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything x how could I get so out of-“

You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.

“Listen, baby…” You said softly, the pet name making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”

You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”

“I can carry you to your bed.” Soobin said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”

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“S-stop tempting me…” Soobin said quietly as the two of you laid with each other in bed. Your earlier activities were…eventful, but you never let up your teasing.

“Who knew that vamp Soobin had such a snake in his pants, huh?” You giggled.

“Stop~” He whined, covering his face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy nearly ripping me in half.” You poked his waist.

“I n-never said I didn’t, but…” He paused. “Don’t ask me to drink your blood again. I’ll get too out of control, a-and if we ever, uh, do things like what we just did, I’d rather us both be in control of ourselves.”

“I kind of liked you being so unhinged, but…we’ll keep that to a minimum. For your sake of course.” You said.

“Good.”

“But at least we’ve got the hunger part under control.” You said. “Now, it’s time to teach you not to fuck my brains out whenever you have my blood. Are you up for that challenge?”

“A-another one?”

You nodded wth a devious smile. He was your vampire, now, and what better way to take care of him than to teach him how to control himself? There was one way to go, and many, many more ways left from here.

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