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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Till Death Do Us Part!

Scenario:- a yandere fic with a tragic end.

Pairing:-yandere!Dabi x gn!reader

Genre:-angst

Tw:-suicide,murder,usual yandere things and mentions of torture.idk if i should include gore??

Word count:-1.09k

A/N:- okay this is the first time ive everr written anything like this and I genuinely hope its good :’)

Thank you to @cloudy-zephyr for inspiring me with ur fic

Please leave me your comments and thoughts !

What were you thinking getting involved with him?sure you had a saviour complex,but now all you had were scars,tears,nightmares and trauma.you knew monsters were real;but you never thought you’d find yourself the captive of one.

It started out as innocent as ever.you bumped into him and apologized before carrying on your way.but,to your misfortune,just that rushed little “sorry my bad” and half smile that was slung his way was enough to get him hooked.

And honestly you didnt even notice him after that.

Until you started getting little presents on your doorstep.

Roses.

Quite strange is what you called it.and rightfully so.you hadnt had a boyfriend in over 6 months and the strangest part was that the ends of the petals and leaves and even the end of the stems,were always singed and still smokey,like it had been left there just mere seconds ago

But that hadd to be impossible,you neither heard nor saw anyone come close to your apartment.

So you just ignored them.

You kept the roses though,

And the moment he caught a glimpse of it through your living room window,a lovely blue vase filled with his gifts,it gave him the confidence he felt he was lacking.

Dabi was by no means a shy individual,he was quite outspoken,knowing how and when to speak but not doing so unless it was absolutely mandatory.

But with you,something changed....

He felt butterflies ? Shyness? A certain giggly sensation?

And most powerful of them all

Hunger

A hunger for you and you alone.

he HAD to have you,had to PROTECT you.

You were so so kind to him (MAN SHE JUST BUMPED INTO YOU ONCEE CHILL THE FUXK OUTT)

He knew he didn’t deserve you but he also knew no one could protect you like he could.so he chose to put your safety over his sudden insecurity.

after all you were the prize.

his sweet innocent little darling.

Once you were his,there was no going back.

He was very smooth,very calculated.each move he made was well thoughtout,like the moves in a game of chess.

He first asked you out and made you feel safe.you knew who he was;what he was,but the sweet nothings whispered in the dark,the gentle words,kisses and touches reeled you in like the silly little fish you were.his situation further piqued your interest in him,and finally your saviour complex had you in the lions den.

And now here you were in you “boyfriend’s” apartment.locked in with no view of the outside world.the windows were locked,and so were the doors.he had you boxed in in his little box of an apartment and you,quite frankly, didnt like feeling like schrodinger’s cat.

He never hurt you though,not physically at least.

Touya,which you would later learn was his real name, could never bring himself to cause you any bodily pain.

pain was a language he spoke and understood all too fluently,it had made him numb to all stimuli.and he would NEVER Wish that sort of pain on anybody,let alone the apple of his cold blue eye.

But he has other ways of making you compliant.threats worked like a charm and so did some emotional and psychological manipulation,that was of course his forte,stringing along words,and consequently people,was a special skill he’d acquired,sharpened and polished like a deadly dagger waiting to be used.

But when even that was no longer effective,he resorted to more gory methods of keeping you in check.

Kidnapping and torturing of your loved ones was so effective~

Their screams were etched into your mind and they haunted you at night,he knew this,but again it was all for your own good!

The bodies were always incinerated by his own hand and the ashes kept in little jars on your dresser to serve as a permanent reminder of what your previous attempts at escaping or being disobedient had caused.

Suffice to say you were very compliant after the cremation of your mother and father.

With them out of the way you had no one else to run to.so why bother escaping,you knew that even your truest friends would turn you away right after hearing your situation ,so you saw no point in even trying to escape your now hellscape of a life.

And slowly,you began to like it.

You began to see just how wonderful he was.he never hurt you.all he did was want to keep you safe! Your family was dead because of your own foolishness and the moment you ran to him crying,begging for forgiveness,he gave it.you were finally giving in;BECOMING his.

What more could he ask for?

And so with a shared kiss and a last tear shed for the departed,you fully accepted your new life with touya.YOUR touya.

Every night he came back you were elated and ran into his arms,always met with a smile and a kiss and on certain nights,something more.

You were always so happy to see him and him you.you were so happy together!

And he loved every second of it.

But the night he came back and you werent there by the door.the day it was all silent. Was the day his entire Reality came crashing down.

Because as he walked into the bathroom the first thing he saw was your body sprawled across the floor

How had you died?

He hadnt left any pills or razors or anything sharp or even remotely hazardous lying around???

So as he fell to his knees,his ears ringing and his head scrambling to figure it all out,he saw your nails.long,sharp and bloodied as ever.

And that’s when it hit him

Youd slit your own wrist by stabbing yourself with your nails.

Be saw it now,how jagged the line looked and the thought of you doing that to yourself almost made him throw up.

He kept you to save you from pain but in the end,you’d inflicted it on yourself?

Was he really that unbearable?did he really cause this?

No.

No,was his own conclusion.you were just naive.you thought you could escape him in death?? You were SADLY,SORELY mistaken.there WAS no escape.you would be together,not even death could do you part.

So with determination blazing in his eyes he held onto you and cried.

Not tears of salty sorrow and melancholy,but tears of red mettalic blood.

He let his flames consume both him and you and as his body wasted away long after yours,he let out a manic laugh.

he would see you in heaven or hell,or perhaps in purgatory,

It didnt matter where,so long as he saw you.

So long as he was with you

And he knew he’d be with you. He was sure of it.

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angstymdzsthoughts · 3 years

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I promised that I would share the convo me and @time-flies-by had earlier today regarding the Maleficent AU post, so here it is!

time-flies-by Dude that Maleficent AU-

angstymdzsthoughts I knoooow

angstymdzsthoughts It got a bit dark on me

time-flies-by It did, but goddamn was it good!

angstymdzsthoughts Right? I'm super happy with it

time-flies-by As you should! It actually gave me chills

angstymdzsthoughts WWX goes to sleep in his husbands arms, happy and in love. Wakes up to that husband mutilating him Thank you!!!

time-flies-by The best part, is that LWJ doesn’t even see anything wrong with it. He’s just like, “it has to happen”

angstymdzsthoughts Yep! Just another part of getting married to him

time-flies-by WWX definitely leaves understanding Madam Lan a lot better.

angstymdzsthoughts Oof LWJ grows up around spouses who seem perfectly happy with life after losing their wings And his mother, who still had her wings, was miserable So he thinks hes actually helping to make WWX happier

time-flies-by Double oof WWX really doesn’t understand what he was getting himself into.

angstymdzsthoughts Oh my god other spouses try to warn him (in a quiet subtle way so their husbands don’t get upset)

angstymdzsthoughts All the Lans are taught that this is a special, intimate experience between spouses

angstymdzsthoughts I feel like Su She is jealous that LWJ got to experience that and is vindictively happy when WWX ran away

time-flies-by Oh my god, the Lans all brainwashed into thinking that the tight smiles, and the tears are signs of love, when in reality their spouse is trying so hard to not hate them. Soakxldowkenenw fuxking Su She

angstymdzsthoughts The spouses are all trapped. Oh wait

angstymdzsthoughts The "soulmate" thing only happens once or twice in a generation and Madam Lan had been the most recent before WWX so the spouse around who tries to warn him away is an old woman who has been married and trapped in the CR for life 55 years That makes it so much worse

time-flies-by Oh my god, imagine wwx accidentally runs into the the wing room, and is absolutely horrified to find all the wings there, so he goes to lwj and is all like “Lan Zhan? What’s this?” And LWJ just goes “don’t worry Wei ying, I’ll make sure that never happens to you.” And what he means is “I’ll make sure your grounding isn’t as painful as theirs.” And wwx trusts LWJ 100%, but then their own grounding happens.

angstymdzsthoughts OOF Oh my god just rip my heart out

angstymdzsthoughts All I can picture is WWX crying and calling LWJ a liar before he's silenced Most disturbing part is how gentle and loving LWJ is being while hes Removing His Husbands Limbs Soft little praises and telling WWX that they will be happy together now

angstymdzsthoughts Ohhh WWX is totally gonna blame himself if he saw the wings and didn't immediately run Gets to Yunmeng like 'how could I be so stupid to believe him'

time-flies-by Ooh especially if the spouses before him tried warning him too.

angstymdzsthoughts Yes Exactly

time-flies-by WWX: The signs were all there. . . There was a red flag everywhere!

angstymdzsthoughts The way WWX sees it is like that 'face eating leopard party' meme Everyone else is just plain horrified

time-flies-by Oof 😂

angstymdzsthoughts LWJ is crying in the CR asking what he did wrong Yunmeng Jiang is ready to start a war in order to get WWX his wings back

time-flies-by Omg yesssss The Lans are all clueless and offended because they see NOTHING wrong with their traditions.

angstymdzsthoughts Someone tries to put it in perspective for them. "How would you react if your spouse cut off your hands?" But the Lans dont get it and just dig their hole deeper. "Thats ridiculous! You Need hands! Wings are in no way a necessity."

time-flies-by Aish 😓

time-flies-by Yeah no, the Jiangs are definitely cutting all ties with the Lan after that.

angstymdzsthoughts The Lans argue that wings do nothing but make someone fickle and reckless and arrogant. They Need to be earth bound so they can learn stability and humbleness ... Oh my god... Horrible thought

time-flies-by Do tell

angstymdzsthoughts Some children of grounded spouses end up with wings too But they get them cut off when they are younger Should it be LXC or LWJ who use to have wings?

angstymdzsthoughts Spend their entire adolescence being ashamed of the wings and eagerly waiting for the day they can be removed

time-flies-by Oooh maybe LXC?

angstymdzsthoughts The most recent wings added are a pair of small white ones maybe half the size of WWXs and the sight of them make him run out because he may be sick

time-flies-by Oh god, what if there’s like, a whole room just full of children’s wings.

Angstymdzsthoughts Of course the Lans would keep them Ohhh WWX hears people talking about the grounding ceremony that will follow the honeymoon and has no idea what their all talking about He asks and the Lans explain that it's a sacred ceremony between spouses that truly binds the new spouse to the Lan family WWX is like- oh wow that sounds really great! Like a big 'welcome to the family'!

time-flies-by Oh no that make it worse! WWX is super excited for the ceremony. He’s like hyping himself up nonstop.

angstymdzsthoughts Oh with the Lan members with wings- they normally have a form of the grounding ceremony when they get their courtesy name and become a Real Lan. Lose your wings and get a name Oh my gooood WWX and LWJ go to bed that night talking about how the bonding ceremony will be tomorrow morning and LWJ assures him that he knows WWX will be perfect

time-flies-by Oh god no, I’m just imagining a bunch of children scared but super willing to lose their wings, because they’d been taught that having them made them everything the clan was against

angstymdzsthoughts WWX, cuddling close: What if I mess up and make a fool of myself? No ones really told me what to do yet. LWJ, petting WWXs wings lovingly: Don't worry, I'll take care of everything Exactly

time-flies-by Oooh I just got chills again

angstymdzsthoughts Something about LWJ touching and admiring WWXs wings in this context... 😨

time-flies-by LWJ: once I get rid of these, he’ll be all mine.

angstymdzsthoughts Touching wings isn't a normal thing outside of family (given that touching in general isn't normal in Chinese culture) but WWX was always super ok with friends petting his wings. He totally offered to let LWJ touch his wings when they were teenagers after catching him admiring them

angstymdzsthoughts LWJ hadn't felt a wing since his mother died shortly after her Binding and WWXs are a really beautiful glossy black color that turns a dark, rich purple if the light hits them just right. Of course he wants to touch

time-flies-by 😥😥

angstymdzsthoughts LWJ, cautiously running one finger along the feathers: They are so big... WWX: Of course they are! My wings have to be big and strong to carry me while I fly! LWJ immediately snatching his hand back, suddenly cold at the remainder that WWX can and will fly away far, far away from him

time-flies-by LWJ is really undermining the love WWX has for him by being that concerned that he’ll leave him.

angstymdzsthoughts He got brainwashed by his clan and he saw his mothers constant attempts to escape. Everyone around him said that the only reason she was trying to leave was because of her wings. If his own mother would leave him because of wings, what would stop WWX?

angstymdzsthoughts Madam Lan got way too close to actually escaping and QHJ was pressured into finally doing the ceremony. Madam Lan didn't last long after that

time-flies-by sent a post Source (****)

angstymdzsthoughts Hahaha

angstymdzsthoughts You know what would be worse? Baby A-Yuan with wings

time-flies-by Oh noooooo

angstymdzsthoughts Like au where LWJ didn't do the binding and unbrainwashed himself Then A-Yuan is born with wings and he grows up being told he won’t be a Real Lan if he keeps them So his parents have no plans of removing them but as his naming ceremony gets closer Yuan says he Wants to get rid of them WWX is immediately packing a bag and getting him and his son the hell out of there. LWJ is right behind him with another bag

time-flies-by Oof yes I like that

time-flies-by But like what if, the day before they leave or something, A-yuan runs to the elders and tells them about what his parents plan to do, and he’s so desperate to get rid of his wings that he asks them to just do the ceremony there and then

angstymdzsthoughts AAAAAAAAAA

time-flies-by When LWJ and WWX wake, they’re so stressed cause they can’t find A-yuan, but a few minutes later he comes in all proud and wingless

angstymdzsthoughts I mean since its Maleficent au wings are apparently magic and can be put right back on but Still Horrible WWX cries LWJ is gonna fight to get his sons wings back and then get his family the hell out of there Oh my god..... LWJ walking through a room full of tiny, near identical wings looking for the little pair that he would recognize anywhere

angstymdzsthoughts Let's a few tears out when he finds them. Remembers helping WWX clean and groom them and watching while WWX taught their son to balance and fly using those wings Hates himself for not seeing what his clan was doing to LSZ and not getting them away from all of it sooner

time-flies-by Codnekaoenen perfect

time-flies-by Heartbreaking, but perfect

angstymdzsthoughts Also, if things had gone according to plan and they left before LSZ did the Binding Yuan, struggling and crying: But I won’t be a Real Lan! WWX, throwing Yuan over his shoulder to carry him mid tantrum: Then you're gonna be a Wei. Lan Zhan, would you please carry this bag? LWJ, taking the bag: Mn. Wei Yuan sounds nice.

angstymdzsthoughts Then they go to Yunmeng so LSZ can grow up in a healthier environment

time-flies-by Oh I like your version better.

angstymdzsthoughts You brought the pain, I brought a bandaid

time-flies-by Haha yes yes, thank you

angstymdzsthoughts Oof tho. LWJ finds the wings and brings them home where WWX is guarding Yuan while he sleeps. They Return the wings while Yuan sleeps and return to making plans to go to Yunmeng once Yuan wakes When he wakes up and has his wings back he bursts into tears.

angstymdzsthoughts Could be because he really missed his wings and is glad to have them back or because this means he's gonna have to go through the grounding AGAIN and it really hurt the first time and he doesn't want to go through it again. Maybe both

time-flies-by If both, then WWX and LWJ will do their best to reassure him that he won’t have to go through the grounding ever again.

angstymdzsthoughts Aww little Yuan crying so hard he can hardly breath and bringing his wings around himself so he can pet and groom them because he needs to make sure this is real and their back

angstymdzsthoughts Oof. Imagine LXC seeing this and wishing he could have kept his wings. Goes to visit his wings and knows that they are too small to fit his body now that hes an adult so he's lost his chance

time-flies-by *sigh* we really should give LXC a break.

angstymdzsthoughts Never Ok how about he gets his wings back and even tho there too small because they never got the chance to grow with him and he'll never be able to fly hes so unbelievably happy WWX and Yuan teach him how to groom his wings correctly because the only person who ever did that was his mother and he cant quite remember how to do it

time-flies-by *sniff* family bonding time

angstymdzsthoughts He starts an arrangement with Yunmeng Jiang so he can send any winged Lans to them for half the year so they can learn that having wings Isnt the worse thing in the world

time-flies-by Oooh yes yes That’s good.

#Time-flies-by #Had a great time and the story kinda got away from us to the point that we made an au of an au #Maleficent AU #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #Lan Xichen #Lan Sizhui #mdzs #mo dao zu shi

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exosmutfactory · 4 years

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Dark Horse-Chapter One

All I know is that one day my boyfriend and lifelong best friend disappeared. No word of him from anyone. No trace of him anywhere. And after 6 agonizing months, they concluded that he is dead. So why the fuxk do I seeing him strolling around town at 3am?

[ warning: blood ]

Prologue | Part 1 ✓ | Part 2 |

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First Encounters

Somewhere in a deep dark place, a siren blares. The noise ringing the same tune over and over again as wispy whispers from all around fill the air. If one happened to look close enough, they’d see figures shifting in the darkness. Rising to their full heights as the siren coaxes them forward like a flute to a python.

Suddenly, the music stops. Dark red neon lights brightening up the area as the six figures freeze...before their eyes snap open. The colors in all of their eyes vary from electric blue to copper brown. But one—only one—has yet to open their eyes.

While the others survey their surroundings, the last one’s eyes pop open. Emerald green eyes blinking as they step forward before turning a blood-red color; their iris shrinking down to a pupil as black fills in the rest.

“Plëasë støp ït nøw.”

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“Hello Cherry.”

I can’t help being aware of the aged, ticking grandfather clock across the room. Something about it has always been eerie. The way the dial constantly swings from side to side; skipping by half seconds when it thinks you won’t notice. I always do. It is just the same as Dr. Kim’s watch. Always 6 minutes ahead of schedule. Forever going at the pace of its own time. You can tell a lot about a man by how he manages his time. And as that clock isn’t an ordinary object, Dr. Kim is not a simple man.

Fidgeting in my seat, I play with a spare ponytail holder; curling the band between my fingers, “Hello Doctor.”

He smiles and leans back; vibrant red hair fluttering from the motion as he crosses his legs. A notepad clutched in his left hand as he clicks a pen open with the other, “How are you feeling today?”

Wordlessly parting my lips, I hesitate for a second; something he picks up on, “I...had a nightmare.” I share.

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise; pen pressed to the paper, “Tell me about it.”

“I was walking. And it was dark,” My eyes drift to the ceiling as his pen moves, “I have gotten off of work late and had to walk home with my groceries… The moon was full and bright, but then I heard an awful noise-”

Strangely, Dr. Kim interrupts, “What kind of noise?”

Dragging my eyes back to him, I take in his leaning forward, subtly rigid form; the pen not even pressed to his paper. “A thud,” I open my palms, keeping them where he can see as I look him directly in the eye, “From an alley.” Letting a few moments go by, I utter, “Then a black cat carrying a dead mouse crossed my path.” I tilt my head, smiling a little, “You know how superstitious I can be.”

The Doctor relaxes, “Yes.” He clears his throat, pen scribbling at a brisk pace, “We all can.” I can’t help eyeing his eyebrows as he leans forward to grab something; there’s a smudge of blue outlining it. In the form of a high arch—a devil’s brow, as I like to describe it. Strange for an old-fashioned man who once didn’t even know what eyeliner was...

“Anything else you want to share?” He adds softly; expression tentative and caring-his eyes telling a different story.

I smile, looking him dead in the eye as if nothing is wrong, “No sir. Sorry for taking your time today.”

“It’s no problem,” He says with a wave of his hand as I stand up. “You are a beloved visitor here-Oh.” He pauses; checking his clipboard before meeting my eyes again, “Don’t forget to pick up your prescriptions downstairs.”

The smile on my lips grows as I shove down my emotions, “Thank you.”

I release a huge breath once I’ve exited the building; taking a wary glance back. There’s just something about the place and my doctor that has always left a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe it’s my past. Or how Kim Junmyeon’s smiles used to be genuine, and his eyes pure. But now they’re just filled with-

With a shiver, I squeeze my eyes shut, willing away my nightmare.

Tightening my grip on the hefty plastic bag in my hand, I begin the long journey to the only grocery store in town. Might as well grab what I can while I still have time.

The traffic inside is horrific as always. People near shoving each other to get at the 50% off items as I carefully balance the carton of eggs in my basket.

“Watch it.” An older woman hisses, graying curls bouncing in distaste as she slams into my side with a grocery cart.

I quietly step close to the end of a shelf while tentatively rubbing my throbbing side; taking deep breaths until the pain goes away.

“Should I get the manager?”

I flinch back, spinning around with wide eyes, “Oh.” My shoulders relax, “Sehun, it’s you.”

The tall raven nods; eyes filled with concern, “Are you okay?”

A smile naturally forms on my face, “I’m fine.” I soothe patting his arm, “Although, mind helping me reach that can on the top shelf?”

Sehun sends me a playful look with a boyish grin but says nothing, grabbing the can with ease before handing it to me. “Let me know if you need anything.”

I smile even more at him; waving as he turns the corner and chuckles when he accidentally bumps into a shelf full of napkins. What a sweet kid.

Grabbing everything else I need that is delicate, I carefully make my way to the checkout. Just my luck that I accidentally bump into someone.

“Oh I’m so sorr-” I gasp turning to them; stiffening when my eyes meet empty green ones. It’s him. My eyes quickly drop down to his neck; curiosity flaring up at the two lone white braids laying across his collarbones until I feel the burn of his steady glare. I let a meek, “I-I’m sorry I’ll just get going-” My breath catches when I spot his hand moving out the corner of my peripheral vision.

He doesn’t say anything, just wordlessly holds up a packet of raw pork. I look at the item then back at him with a raised brow; shrinking under his cold stare. Sensing what I think he is trying to convey, I carefully reach out for it. My cold hand accidentally brushes against his piping hot one.

“Fuck.” I hiss clutching my throbbing hand to my chest. The packet drops to the floor with a dull thud compared to the one caused by Baëkhyun’s sudden movements. I literally stop breathing when he slams his hand to the shelf right next to my head; leaning back as he inches closer. His expression is full of menace and annoyance.

My gaze shifts down to his chest as he crowds my space; body tensing up as memories of the other day come back to the surface. I squeeze my eyes shut, tightening my grip on my basket. An intense wave of nausea washes over me as his breath fans over my face; the hairs on the back of my neck standing. My whole body shaking when his lips brush against my ear...

He chuckles.

He fucking chuckles and the minty breath it leaves in its wake confuses me to the core.

After a few seconds of silence, I peel open my eyes; blinking at my surroundings. Looking from left to right, the man and packet of pork are nowhere to be seen. My shoulders relax with a shaky breath. God...what was that? I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Spotting my basket a couple of feet away, I quickly move to pick it up; checking on all the groceries. Luckily everything seems to still be intact.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I make my way to the checkout; deep in thought as the ever-considerate Sehun scans my items with care. I send him one last smile before heading out; a bigger weight than the bags hanging from my arms hovering over my chest. The long walk home is spent weaving through packed crowds and looking over my shoulder every 5 seconds. Not a head of white hair in sight.

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“Cherry!” A warm voice greets just as I cross over the threshold; feeling comfort at the chime of a familiar bell and the fragrance of freshly baked bread in the air.

I look up into the beaming, powered-smudged face of a petite brunette stationed behind the counter, “Good afternoon Mrs. Lee.”

“It’s Mama Lee to you!” She declares as I move to the backroom to hang up my coat. “I’ve been reminding you every day you’ve worked here and you still forget.”

“I’m forever grateful for you taking me in, Miss,” I say with a bit more warmth in my voice, smiling. “Working here has been the best 4 months of my-”

“Oh no need to butter me up,” She shakes her head with a smile of her own; softly patting my arm. “Thank you for applying. You are still my longest worker up to date…” A frown that can only mean nothing but trouble forms on her face.

“Everything okay?” I asked tentatively.

Mrs. Lee sighs in resign. “Not really.” She turns her apologetic eyes onto me, “Nora called in sick and Naeun came by to inform me that she won’t be working here,” She paused, “Ever again.”

A small smile forms on my face, “I’ll manage everything, it’s no biggie.” Not like I haven’t done it before. The smile nearly fades when she shakes her head; a remorseful expression on her face, “Mr. Park wants his annually order done by tonight.”

I can feel the color draining from my face. Mr. Park is a renowned lawyer famous for his yearly gathering of business partners from all over the country. The food they require is a lot and it takes 4 sets of hands to complete the order in a week. But with me gone the past five days and the other girls unavailable…

Meeting Mrs. Lee's eye, I tie up my hair, wash my hands and grab the nearest apron; voice full of irreversible determination, “Let’s get this done.”

Just as I figured, we aren’t done until well into the night. The clock at the front of the bakery blaring a red 2:06 am.

“I’m so sorry.”

I look up at a frowning Mrs. Lee; looking so remorseful that I immediately shake my head. “It’s okay, Miss. In fact,” Grinning good-naturedly I added, “I think I’ve earned my keep for a five-day absence.”

“You don’t have to earn anything.” She sighs as I sweep leftover bread crumbs from the floor, “If you need a breather, take a breather. Heck, have a vacation. Go out and do whatever the young people are up to these days.”

I can't help the chuckle rumbling my chest. “People are up to some questionable things these days.”

“Now I don’t mean drugs and unsafe partying.” The way my cheeks warm at that last bit. “But you need to experience life too.” Her brown caring orbs turn back onto me before she steps closer; taking my hands in hers. “I don’t want you having any regrets as I do.”

A genuine smile forms on my face as I chuckle, looking down at the spotless floor. “I’ll try my best.”

“Good.” She walks away then pauses turning back around, “Don’t be quick to make me a grandmother though. I’m still too young.”

All I can do is squeak in indignation which makes her laugh loudly in turn. I turn away to hide my red face; focusing entirely on checking if I missed any spots around the room.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” She asks softly. “I could ask my nephew, or call you a cab.”

A small smile forms on my lips, “No thank you.” My gaze shifts back to her, “I’ll be okay Miss Lee.”

She crosses her arms, “Promise to text once you get home?” When I nod in reply, she looks at me for a minute then sighs. “Okay.”

Shooting her another reassuring smile, I move to put on my coat, but not to button it up which seems to make her frown. “I don’t want to get too hot,” I'm quick to explain. “Plus, it’s hard to move around when all bundled up.”

“If you catch even the slightest cold I’m excusing you from work with pay for a week.” She states; trying to be threatening in her own way.

I giggle a little as she shakes her head. “Yes, ma’am.” With a cheeky salute, I exit the warm bakery. The hairs on the back of my exposed neck rise, and it’s not merely from the cold. No, it’s the icy stare set on the center of my back that I ignore as I shove my hands into my pockets; venturing back to the store that is now merely a 10-minute walk.

Gathering just a small amount of items, I take off for my apartment. Humming nonchalantly as my bag rustles and footsteps echo down the deserted streets. Everyone who values their life never comes out after dark anymore. For the ones who like to party they either spend the night at a friend’s house or inform the club days in advance to accommodate them. And if you are the husband of a pregnant demanding wife you have to suck up the nagging and set out to keep the kitchen in stock come the next sunrise.

Suddenly, the wind blows. But there’s something off about it. The wind is air; it is supposed to fly past you with no way to truly feel it. Fully grasp it. Yet this wind feels like a caress of a hand over the back of my neck. Soothing. The kind of touch that makes you let your guard down.

Ha, I wasn’t born a mere 19 years ago.

Lifting my eyes to the sky, I take in the sight of the full moon with another planet lurking in its shadow. Its colors so dark that anyone would jokingly call it the “dark side of the moon.” If it is the dark side, how are you able to see it at all? Would you be able to see the strong surge of radiation coming off of it in waves? Or feel the damage of its water supply and wreckage of ecosystems? Or the fact that “the shadow” is 4 times bigger than the moon itself?

Once I hear that telling muffled scream; I run.

A whooshing noise slices through the air before my bag is 10 times lighter. I let the rest of it fall from my hand; jumping up to avoid a hit directed at the back of my knees.

He’s fast. As I land back on my feet and quickly roll forward to avoid another swing, I make sure to stay in tune with my surroundings. Damn fast.

Leaping back to my feet, I begin winding down street after street. The only things I hear are the pounding of my feet to the pavement and my desperate pants for breath. I seriously need to work out more.

I take towards an alleyway in hopes of losing him only to meet a dead end. But this just might work even better.

“Dønë bëing chasëd, lïttlë møusë?”

The rhythmic click of heeled boots is quite alluring. Or maybe it’s just him. And I hate him even more for it.

“Why døn’t wë gët this øvër wïth, hmm?” I keep my back towards him even as he brushes my hair off one shoulder; tracing his fingers over the side of my neck. “I’ll makë ït païnlëss før thë nïcë chasë yøu gavë.”

My heart involuntarily races at his deep and raspy voice. The seductive purr added to the end of every word he utters. Until I have to hold my breath from the awful stench coming from his mouth. God, it’s ten times worse than in the dream.

“Døn’t cry lïttlë lamb,” A slender finger from a hand I know so well swipes at the tear falling from my eye. It takes everything in me to reel in my emotions as he continues. “I prømïsë yøu wøn’t fëël a thïng—”

At the light brush of lips against my pulse point; I move. Snatching the weapon from his loose grip and kicking him to the adjacent wall. As the breath is forced out his lungs I’ve already got the saber pointed at his throat. My foot firmly pressed on his abdomen.

“I’m sorry,” I say mockingly; looking down at the shocked demon eyes that flick to a fuming green, “But that’s not how things will be going tonight.” I lick my lips a smirk tugging on them at the sight of his deadly glare. “And don’t try to act like you’re all that...” Lightly dragging the sword down to his adam’s apple, I add, “Judging from the pork you've been gathering and the slowing down of accidents lately, our little wolf hasn’t had a proper meal, has he?” I can’t help grinning at his expense as he growls; not even his stench of breath can ruin my fun. “So little wolfie is not at his full strength.” Tsking with a shake of my head, I meet his furious gaze, “You really shouldn’t have messed with this Red Riding hood.”

He snarls; green eyes calculating and ablaze. “What the fuck are you?”

I can’t help smiling at the sight of him trying to dodge the blade while simultaneously steaming on his spot on the ground, “Highly trained.” Looking over his leather blazer; black&white patterned turtle neck, and jewelry clad form with a silver chain on his face, I’m left in awe with my heart pounding. Damn, he’s hot for an evil creature happening to look exactly like…

“What do you want?” He grits out pulling me from my dangerous thoughts. His chin defiantly tilted up and dark eyes challenging even with his life on the line. How cute. Tempted by his little proposal I hum. “Tell me where Baekhyun is.”

He visibly stiffens; eyes shifting to the right as he scoffs. “What?”

“I know you know where he is,” I say in a sing-song voice, dragging the sword down to his collarbone as he flinches. “And you will bring me to him.”

The wind blows; ruffling his long white locks of hair dangling in his emerald eyes before they meet mine again. “I’m Baekhyun.”

I smile then proceed to scratch his skin with the sharp blade; raising a brow at the glittery red blood that flows from the small wound. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Baëkhyun, you had me convinced.” Purring I crouch down as his eyes widen the tiniest bit before narrowing my own. “But no one could ever,” Grabbing him by his shirt I press my forehead to his, “Ever. Pass off as him. So.” Tilting my head to the side a dangerous smile plays at my lips, “I suggest you start talking.”

The snow-white haired man keeps his lips sealed as I work on swirling the blade on his surprisingly delicate skin. Marveling at the unnatural blood dripping from the new wound. Baëkhyun all but growls out, “Who the fuck was he to you anyway?”

I pause for a moment; looking into his dark eyes, “Was?”

A cruel smirk forms on his lips; one that has dread filling my gut and my grip tightening on the sword in my hand.

Baëkhyun tilts his head, “You didn’t know?” He purrs with that damn smirk still on his lips. “He’s dead.”

Everything seems to zone out of focus in that moment as his words sink in. Baekhyun?... An image of fluffy black hair and sparkling puppy eyes flashes through my mind. A handsome face with the cutest box smile that could melt a million hearts. No. Taking in his snug form once again, I narrow my eyes; swooping down to point the blade right at his pulse point with a hiss. “You’re lying.”

An unexpected flicker of emotion swarms in his green orbs.“You asked for information yet do not believe me?” His soft tone and glimmering eyes do not match the neutral expression on his face. The two braids on his neck carelessly smearing the drying blood as he tilts his head to the other side, “I thought we had somëthïng spëcïal, Charïty.”

My body stiffens and I watch in horror as a crazed grin splits his face in half. Sickeningly loud cracks of his jaw breaking to accommodate his red monstrous mouth. Red pupils and black irises on full display as a trail of bulging red veins form under his right eye. I gulp holding the saber with both hands. This. This is the demon Baëkhyun from my vision. With crooked sharp teeth and long black claws.

Before I can even blink, I’m sent flying back to the wall at the next gust of wind. The breath knocked from my lungs as I gasp for air only to gag at the little I find. And rough hands slamming my back farther against the brick wall. Baëkhyun’s form is barely recognizable in the dark corner of the alley except for his glowing eyes. His panting rancid breath washing over my face at every exhale he makes.

Cringing at the sound of him grinding his teeth, (literal nails on a chalkboard,) I close my eyes; praying to a higher being to come save me. To help me out before I’m...devoured by a demon.

Just as an unnaturally hot tongue flicks against my cheek, a siren fills the air and Baëkhyun stills his breath. After a few moments I feel his hand release me and I slide helplessly to the ground. Not even lifting my head as his heeled boots walk farther away.

“Sorry little lamb.” He purrs along with the sound of metal dragging along the concrete. “We'll play more next time.” I catch the glint of white in his eye before the world swirls out of focus. “For now, I’ll be watching.” His smirk and glowing eyes are the last thing I see before everything goes black, “See you, sweetheart.”

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Prologue | Part 1 ✓ | Part 2 |

Not to be me but Baëkhyun is the hottest ever 😩🤧🔥

#Baekhyun angst

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its so fuxking cold in my house. the heating is off because we’re getting a new boiler cause the other is shit

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thatlittlered · 6 years

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Autumn Brings Change | Part Two

Previously on ‘Autumn Brings Change’.

The next couple hours are spent chatting - endless, pointless rambling on each of your parts. Gina especially can't seem to shut her mouth but Sonny's attention is all on you and the way your face moves every time you swallow another bite of your pecan pie.

The ice cream on top has your mouth watering and he smiles at that.

His sister keeps talking as if she's making up for lost time, saying things that you already know considering you never lost touch with her. She speaks of the newest additions to his close-tied family and all that's happened in the last five years.

Five whole years. Has it really been that long?

It doesn't feel like it, certainly. Not with you sitting across him and devouring pie like it's still the summer of 2012 and you're lounging in the back of the Carisi garden.

“You shaved off the moustache.”

“Yeah, I did." he nods and a smile is plastered on his face when he addresses you, "Figured it was time for a change.”

“I like it.” yours is a sweet smile, almost a grin. You're watching him closely, yet you find no shame in that.

There are greying bits at his temples, but he still looks the same. It’s both strange and comforting - like nothing has changed.

You're lost in each other for the longest time and Gina knows that. Her smile is knowing and the way she clears her voice makes you flush.

”So, thoughts on New York? It’s quite a change from Staten Island.”

Gina’s question catches you halfway through a bite of your pie and you can only guess how weird you look with your mouth full and your eyes wide at the sudden change of subject. Not exactly ladylike, if you’re being honest.

“It’s nice, I guess. Kinda scary though, I’m still getting used to the traffic.”

Sonny huffs, “Good luck with that.”

Gina’s quick to slap his arm, “Sonny! You can’t disparage your own city. Besides, traffic’s not all there is to New York. All these people, the fun you can have. We still haven’t introduced you to the nightlife.”

“First of all, it’s not my city. I just moved here ‘cause of work. Secondly, yes the traffic is what defines this city. But I gotta agree with you on the ‘fun’ part. That’s if you have time.” Sonny scoffs and the grimace on his face tells you he doesn’t.

He really doesn’t have time.

“Well, I got plenty time so I’m counting on you two to show me around.”

“Pft, like Mr.Detective over there can show you anything. Maybe drive you around some precincts but that’s as far as Sonny’s knowledge of New York goes.”

“Wow, I’m feelin’ the love today, Gina. Thanks.” Sonny’s drawl is sarcastic but Gina grins wide with pride.

You missed the teasing, all the remarks and scowls. You missed this.

“You’re welcome, sweet brother.” the blonde blows him a kiss and he chuckles.

There’s a phone ring and Sonny jumps, instinctively reaching for his own despite the tune that sounds nothing like the Beatles’ classic ‘Hey Jude’ that he’s had as a ringtone for a good seven years - perhaps more.

Gina sighs and grabs at her bag, nearly emptying its contents just to find her phone. “Hello?”

Muffled talk is all there is and Sonny’s attention is all on you. He wants to say you look beautiful but all words fail him so he just gives up. He won’t go down that road, not again.

You’re a childhood friend - that’s all there is to it.

“Your haircut looks nice.” Nice? You look gorgeous. It’s like time’s the artist and you’re a painting in progress still - each day more complete and beautiful.

You thank him quietly, for you’re lost in his eyes. They used to be ocean blue and clear skies but they’ve changed. The way the sky fills with fog in New York and waters cloud when it’s too cold.

He’s seen so much since he came here, you think. It makes your heart ache.

Sonny’s eyes are on you all the same but neither dares speak.

Gina saves you again by interrupting and a sigh of relief escapes you. Sonny hears.

“Shit, I gotta go. They called in from work and they need me. Bunch of interns messed up again and I gotta clean up their mess.”

“You think you’ll be done in time for tonight?” you watch as she picks up her stuff and throws on her coat in a hurry.

“Girl, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. ‘Wine Boulevard’, Eight o’clock, right?”

You nod and steal a kiss on your blond friend’s cheek.

“I’ll try not to get lost.”

She laughs and turns to Sonny, “Eight o’clock. Be there.”

“I will.”

Her blue eyes narrow and meet his, her finger pointing at him rather accusingly, “Eight o’clock. Not a minute late.”

Sonny frowns but there’s a quirk of his lips that tells you he’s not quite that bothered by his sister’s antics.

“Fine, I’ll be right on time. Just go!”

With that, the blonde disappears outside and the door and soon she's one with the fading crowds buzzing outside the diner's windows. The two of you are in left in silence after that.

Due to what you can't tell, but perhaps it's pure awkwardness. Perhaps it's your nerves. Or perhaps it's just the fact that you don't know what to say anymore.

So you stare at your phone screen instead and Sonny's rather busy glancing anywhere but you. The restaurant is full as he looks around at the busy tables. An old couple eating side by side, one glass of wine each, studiously bent over their large meals. A group of young woman on his left are only now collecting their stuff to leave after one of them suggested coffee.

Oh yes, coffee. Coffee sounds good to him right now.

"Got anywhere to be for the next couple hours?" Sonny's question breaks the painful silence and you let out a breath of relief at that.

You laugh and glance at the lack of incoming texts on your phone.

"I'm all yours."

A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys. I feel so blessed that you liked this ‘cause I wanted to continue the series so badly. Already working on part three. Woohoo! Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged (I suck at it, you have been warned.)

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