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kjmsupremacist · 3 years

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you know i can’t leave you alone (hyunjin/chan)

Hyunjin and Chan have lived for centuries together, letting the world pass them by. They’ve had to come up with creative ways to stave off their boredom.

you can read part 2 here, part 3 here! :)

“Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love.”

—Carol Ann Duffy, Medusa

Characters: Hyunjin, Bang Chan

Genre: smut, vampires, established relationship, horror

Warnings: brief nongraphic mention of suicide, blood, d/s dynamic, breathplay/choking, bondage, edging, bdsm and general rough treatment, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, unhealthy attachment styles lmao like uh they’re both quite literally a little insane, dark and sexy but mostly dark

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.6k

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ah, me and my disclaimers. this is, for lack of a better term, rather dark and twisted SJKD. i swear i’m fine. just know it has elements of psychological horror. also, please suspend your disbelief re: the minute details of vampire biology. I don’t know how they can come if they’re dead. don’t ask me LMAO.

((((if people like this, I did do copious research for this one, which means i have enough lore for a couple more parts! lmk......))))

Hyunjin doesn’t remember most things anymore. At a certain point, your brain gets overwhelmed. For the average human lifespan, the brain does alright. It forgets, and forgets plenty, but it remembers enough that, for the most part, the forgetting goes unnoticed. Or, even if it is noticed, it just isn’t significant enough to matter.

But when you live as long as Hyunjin has, the things you do not remember quickly begin to outweigh those which you do. It becomes noticeable, and when it first becomes significant, it matters a lot. Hyunjin has a vague recollection of that fear, the way it gripped him, the panic when he realized he had begun to lose pieces of his human life. But it’s only a shadow now—because now, the forgetting has gotten to the point where it has returned to not mattering anymore. A full circle. A snake that has eaten its own tail.

It’s a constant now. There’s no point in worrying over it. Hyunjin forgets, is forgetting, will continue to forget as sure as the earth will continue to spin steadily to its own destruction; as sure as time will continue its march forward, plodding on and on, dutiful and patient; as sure as the universe will continue its inevitable expansion outward and outward until there is no recognizable shard of the earth nor inkling of time, until there is no memory left to mourn, until there is nothing at all.

But the moment of his turning—the moment Hyunjin died, and came back changed—is one he is sure he will carry with him until the oceans are gas and the planets are dust and the stars have all burned out. It is the only thing now that can still truly scare him. He remembers pain, unparalleled and consuming, like he was being eaten alive, as the venom burrowed its way into every last one of his cells. He remembers the sensation of a hand, which once felt cold on his skin, now the same temperature as Hyunjin’s body. He remembers the fear, sharp and paralyzing, which turned to despair, and finally dread.

Hyunjin is a vampire, has been one for so many long centuries he gave up counting lifetimes ago. There’s no point. There’s only knowing there was a before and an after, and that he is in the after, and will be in the after forever.

At least he isn’t alone. Hyunjin has Chan, and if he didn’t have the proof of his existence to stand as evidence, sometimes he might think he has always had him. But that isn’t true. Chan found him after Hyunjin had been turned against his will, and saved him. Hyunjin, if he had a mortal life to give, would willingly lay it down at Chan’s feet. Would then; would still now. Another constant, true now and forever. He could walk every last centimeter of their grounds a thousand times over, on his knees, and still not deserve Chan’s love.

Chan had been turned by his own mother, who asked him to let her do it so that she would not live out an infinite half-life alone. She had not wanted to lose Chan to the unrelenting progression of time. Chan, unable to bear the thought of his mother alone at the end of the world, had agreed. His mother had died not a handful of decades after, ripped apart and burned by their own kind, and Chan had begun his crusade against injustice, continued it for centuries, alone, until he found Hyunjin.

Things were perfect for a while. They worked together to capture and punish the wrongdoers, to keep evil vampires in check. They fell in love, and it was sweet and wild and pure. The vampire community cherished them for their hard work, their dedication, their goodness. Their lives were bright and full and happy.

But over time, their reputation was soured as some began to claim that they were doing all of this out of a hunger for power, for control. And maybe, on some level, these people were correct. Hyunjin and Chan kept at their war against the darkness, saying they did so because it was right. But Hyunjin at least recognized that the same darkness they fought had found its way inside of him. He did it not just because it was right, but also because he did not want to lose favor.

But once it was clear that they had lost favor, they retreated. Fearing the wrath of other vampires, and also feeling disheartened at the lack of appreciation, Chan and Hyunjin withdrew to a beautiful estate in the middle of a dark forest. Hyunjin can’t remember when. All he knows is it was a long time ago. They have lived here together in isolation ever since.

There isn’t much to do here that Hyunjin and Chan don’t create themselves. They removed themselves from the world, and so too did the world remove itself from their lives. Hyunjin has a feeling the world has all but forgotten them. That’s fine with him. He’s not sure he or Chan are fit to exist there anymore, anyway.

He knows they have both been slipping. It’s only natural, when one has lived so long and forgotten so much. He sees his own sort of hazy madness reflected in Chan sometimes, when his eyes go vacant and dark. There’s a loss there that Hyunjin knows because it is in him, too. There are moments where Hyunjin forgets where he is. He forgets why he’s here, how he got here, where it all began. Was there ever a beginning? Or was he always here, only here? Is here all there is? What was he ever trying to do?

But it’s so faint now. It’s deep in the back of his mind, the knowing that something is wrong, that it’s been wrong for years. Has it been years? Or just days? Or maybe a millennia? Hyunjin isn’t sure. He can’t focus on these thoughts hard enough to be sure, can’t hold them long enough to really care. All that matters anyway is Chan, and Chan’s love, and the moments where they come back into balance for a flash of dizzying clarity. That’s how Hyunjin knows it’s still mostly right. That this is good and safe, because he has Chan, and Chan loves him.

Vampires don’t sleep, exactly. Every now and again, though, Hyunjin will slip into a vegetative state. It’s akin to hibernation in some animals, he’s decided. Here he has what he thinks must be dreams. They’re always the same. Or maybe he’s forgotten the rest. It doesn’t matter. What he remembers is running down a hallway. It’s familiar to him somehow, though he isn’t sure why. He’s running towards a light, a door. There’s the push of desperation against his throat, to be sure, but something else covers it, more potent. Resignation, and the smothering comfort that it brings.

He gets right up to the door, breathless, but when he reaches out to touch, the illusion shatters, and he finds himself staring into his own eyes. He’s surrounded by mirrors. In an instant, ropes appear, deep red and fraying, and twist around his body, his arms, his neck. They pull him back, drag him to the floor. He feels his head slam against the wall as he’s pulled away; he feels his spine running ragged against the uneven surface of the baseboards. He shakes. He thinks he might be laughing.

Once, when he woke, he told Chan about his dreams. Chan’s expression had slipped into something soft, and he had gathered Hyunjin into his arms. Hyunjin breathed him in, kept inhaling until his head spun. Chan ran his hands up and down Hyunjin’s back.

“I dream it, too,” he said quietly.

Hyunjin remembered no shock at the confession. It felt more like a missing piece settling into a puzzle, like he had always thought it was the case but had never been sure. Still, he asked, “You do?”

“I dream it, too, but mine aren’t ropes,” Chan replied. “Mine are chains.”

“Chains,” Hyunjin repeated, almost dreamily. He could feel Chan’s breath on his neck. “Show me.”

And Chan had produced beautiful silver chains, a trick of his magic, and wrapped them around Hyunjin’s waist, his arms, all the way down his legs, and dragged him from the study to the third bedroom. Hyunjin had never cried like that, ever. Not even when he was begging the vampire that turned him for his life.

He loved every minute of it.

Their mansion is vast and empty. Some things have fallen into disarray, but Hyunjin hardly notices. It’s so large; if one room fails them, the wallpaper peeling, the floors sinking into the earth below, they simply move on to the next. If they want, they do the repairs themselves. If not, it doesn’t matter anyway.

It wasn’t always this way; once they had visitors—of this Hyunjin is almost certain, though not quite. He doesn’t ask Chan about it; he doubts he will have any answers. If Hyunjin can’t remember, then Chan certainly can’t, either. Age has no meaning to them, but all the same, Hyunjin knows Chan is much older than he is. So he doesn’t ask.

The thought of it doesn’t come often. Hyunjin cannot remember names, or even faces. It’s just the hint of things—a dusting of freckles, dancing across the bridge of a nose; soft cheeks, rounded in a smile; a voice, low and lilting, sweet like honey. Sweet like blood, Hyunjin thinks. He thinks he can taste it. Then, for a fleeting instant, the grief comes, deep and empty, but by the time he can put a name to the emotion, it’s already gone.

Whether the visitors are real or a fantasy, the only certain thing is that they are now wholly alone. No humans venture out here anymore. Hyunjin and Chan feed on the wild animals, though they have an old store of human blood, frozen and hidden away, in case the winters get bad, or for the time of year when the nights are short and fleeting, and there are only a few hours of darkness between sunset and sunrise. No amount of blood sates their thirst, but at their age, Hyunjin and Chan have long since learned to endure it. To ignore it, even.

They have plenty to occupy themselves with, to keep the wanting at bay.

Hyunjin thinks of it like a dance. He steps back so that Chan knows to step forward. He is a puppet wrapped up in strings, and Chan is the puppeteer, only Hyunjin was the one to give him the strings in the first place. He showed him where to tie all the knots; here, hyung, and here and here and here. Chan has power over Hyunjin, but only because Hyunjin lets him. And so really, the power is all Hyunjin’s. It’s intoxicating. So much of his brain is taken up chasing it that there isn’t much room for anything else.

It’s a chase that starts without one of them knowing. Often a day will pass where they do not see each other. This much is not odd. But at a certain point, Hyunjin will make the conscious choice to slip away whenever he knows Chan is near. He wants him to notice his absence and begin searching for him. Eventually, Chan will catch on, and it becomes a long game of hide-and-seek. Chan will not directly and immediately begin looking. He will go about his day, keeping an eye out. If he catches a glimpse of Hyunjin, he won’t follow right away, but will usually cut his activities short and begin his pursuit.

Or Chan will start it—Hyunjin will realize that wherever he goes, Chan is not far behind. He rarely actively makes his presence known, but instead gets closer and closer, until Hyunjin recognizes the pattern and tries to pull away. They will continue this way, faster and faster, until it becomes a true chase, until Hyunjin is running, until he can’t run anymore, until he decides on a hiding spot and waits for Chan to find him.

Today it’s the former. Hyunjin was bored, and decided to make himself scarce. It seems Chan was bored too, because it wasn’t long before he heard agitated footsteps a few floors above him, and felt the first shocks of anticipation.

The sun has set now; the moon is on the rise. Hyunjin creeps through their darkened house, listening carefully for Chan’s approaching footsteps. He’s worked his way from the bottom floor to the attic and is waiting for Chan to come upstairs so he can begin to make his way back down to one of the bedrooms. A sort of thrill races through him, as it always does. It’s not real fear—Chan would never hurt him—but it’s something close.

He hears the creak of the floorboard at the top of the stairs and pauses, waiting to hear which direction Chan will go. Chan walks leisurely, moving to Hyunjin’s right. He takes the same pace to ensure he doesn’t lap him. Hyunjin is lighter than Chan, and so makes less noise when he moves. His hearing is also better, so he does have the advantage. But Chan has more stamina, and always manages to run Hyunjin into the ground.

Hyunjin shivers, thinking of what comes after. He wants it, can feel the desire making its slow way across his body. That’s his other weakness—he lets the desire blind him, and it makes him vulnerable.

But not yet. Chan is somewhere near the back of the attic now, so Hyunjin takes the chance to slip down the stairs.

He goes down to the fifth floor, then the fourth, then the third. Here he cuts through the kitchen, dusty and unused. He hears footfalls behind him—Chan has caught up faster than he anticipated. That’s fine. He enters the dining room, trying to speed up, but when he chances a glance over his shoulder, Chan is there in the doorway. Hyunjin puts the table between them, then pauses at his chair.

Chan draws up short behind his at the opposite end. Their eyes meet, and a familiar chill cuts through Hyunjin’s mind. It’s the same feeling he gets when he meets his own gaze in the mirror.

Legends say that vampires have no reflections. The school of thought is simple—a being’s soul is housed in its reflection, and as vampires are thought not to have souls, logically they cannot have reflections, either.

This isn’t true, of course. Hyunjin is dead, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a soul. At his moment of death, his soul left the mirrors to join his body in the earth. But he was not buried; instead, his sire’s venom reanimated him, and his soul was left to flit between an empty, lifeless body, and the reflection in the mirror. Hyunjin has a soul, but he cannot feel it inside. Instead, all he can do is watch for it in the mirror—an echo; a faint reminder that once, long, long ago, he was alive.

Looking at Chan is the same thing, in a way. Chan looks back with the same longing. He is now—watching and performing at the same time, searching for something lost. Hyunjin pulls his chair out and Chan does too, and they sit in unison. Together, they lean towards each other across the table. They’re too far away to touch, of course. They lean forward anyway.

They’re slowly becoming one, Hyunjin thinks as he tilts his head to the side, studying Chan. Chan does the same. There’s almost an animosity here, in their watching, but it’s the kind Hyunjin has for himself. He knows any flaw he may see in Chan will only be reflected in himself, too, so there’s no point in doing much more than noting it silently and moving on. Because no matter what, it’s always going to be them, Hyunjin thinks, bringing a hand up to his mouth at the same time that Chan does, pressing the pads of his fingers to his lips. Him and Chan, Chan and him. Just them for each other, only them. And he knows that Chan knows this, too. They both know it, with more certainty than they know anything else in the world.

Chan settles back in his seat, and Hyunjin finds himself doing so as well. He drops the hand at his mouth to the arm of his chair.

“Are you eager today,” Chan asks him softly, “or just slipping?”

“I’m not sure,” Hyunjin answers honestly. “Maybe both.”

Chan hums, nodding. “Well, will you be joining me in the bedroom, then?” The bedroom. Like they only have one. “Or will I have to be more persuasive? It’s hardly fair; I have caught you, after all.”

Hyunjin gestures to the distance between them, though neither of them move to get up. “No, you haven’t,” he says. “I can still run.”

A smile flickers over Chan’s face and then is gone again. “Please, try.”

They’re frozen for a moment, and then Hyunjin rises swiftly from his chair with the full intent to bolt. He doesn’t get farther than a step or two before something stops him, and he looks down to see familiar chains snaking up his thighs, already tangled around his calves and feet. He looks back at Chan, who is holding them, wrapped once around his knuckles, almost lazily.

“That’s cheating,” he accuses, but he’s not really stung. He goaded Chan into it, after all. His behavior was an open invitation.

Chan’s eyes glint in the dim moonlight. He strolls toward him as Hyunjin puts on a show of struggling, collecting the slack as he goes, wrapping the chains once, twice, thrice again around his hand. “Yes,” he admits. “It is.”

More chains appear; they wind themselves tight around Hyunjin’s chest and waist and biceps, pinning his arms to his sides. Hyunjin sucks in a breath, trembling. Chan is within reach now, but Hyunjin can’t touch him.

Chan watches with amusement for a moment, and then pulls on the chains, toppling him. Hyunjin’s world tilts, and he raises his head just in time to save it from hitting the uneven floors as Chan pulls him out of the dining room and down the hall. He bites back a cry; it’s not a secret that he likes being treated roughly, but he doesn’t want to give Chan the satisfaction of a reaction like that so soon.

Chan stops at the foot of the bed and then loosens his grip on the chains so he can turn and lift Hyunjin onto the mattress. Hyunjin thrashes, but it doesn’t matter. Chan is stronger than him, pins him easily and hefts him onto the bed, depositing him on top of the crumpled duvet. Hyunjin lets his head spin, not trying too hard to make his eyes focus. Chan is so mean, and he’s so hard.

The chains tighten again; Chan is securing them at the edges of the bed so he can work with his hands. They’re both still fully dressed—white suits, cut and restyled. It’s a little strange—Chan usually ensures they’re both naked before tethering Hyunjin anywhere—but Hyunjin has to admit that today has been strange all over.

The moon shines clearly through the window. It is still close to the horizon, so it appears orange, almost red. It bathes the room in an eerie sort of glow, warm and cold at the same time. Like firelight encased in ice.

Like love persisting between two dead things.

Chan stands above him on the bed, letting him writhe in vain. Hyunjin is strong, but Chan is stronger, and Chan made these chains. They will not break.

“Please.” The word is out before Hyunjin can even think to stop it. “Let me go.”

A wicked sort of smile spreads across Chan’s lips. He is beautiful and frightening, and Hyunjin drinks it in. “Is that what you really want from me?” Chan asks. Hyunjin hesitates. “I thought not. Try again.”

Hyunjin bites back a whine. He’s so frustrated, but he also feels like he’s swimming in lust. He grits his teeth. “Come here, then,” he finally pleads. “You’ve been so far away from me all day.”

“And whose fault is that?” But Chan crouches down, stretching one hand towards the bed, between Hyunjin’s thighs, to steady himself.

“Mine and yours,” Hyunjin says pointedly. Chan just smiles wider still. Hyunjin can see his canines, sharp and white. “Come closer.” He tries to gesture with his head to the space on the bed beside him, but the chain around his neck is tight. He only manages a slight jerk before he’s pulled to an abrupt halt. It doesn’t help the ache between his legs.

“Where?” Chan’s tone is neutral, almost bored.

Hyunjin only uses honorifics now when he wants something from Chan. “Here, hyung,” he says, trying to gesture again. And here and here and here.

“Hm.” Chan drops to his knees fluidly. The hand on the bed creeps higher until it brushes against Hyunjin’s cock. “What about here?”

Hyunjin rolls his hips up into Chan’s touch, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him when Chan doesn’t take his hand away, when he closes tighter around him instead. “Yes, please.”

Chan strokes him through his pants, letting Hyunjin hump against the heel of his palm. The lust clouds Hyunjin’s mind. All the other things melt away. So what if Hyunjin is going mad, and Chan along with him? So what if Hyunjin remembers little, as long as he remembers this? He doesn’t stop to wonder why Chan is being so giving, why he isn’t trying to drag it out like he always likes to. It feels good and Hyunjin lets his eyes flutter shut, moaning softly when Chan’s thumb finds his slit.

He feels his orgasm building quickly. He’s tense, arching off the bed, chasing after Chan’s touch even though he hasn’t moved his hand. He supposes it’s been building all day, since the first heady rush of adrenaline hit him, when he realized Chan had picked up the chase.

“Close?” Chan asks. He almost sounds sympathetic. The static in Hyunjin’s head only grows louder; he nods wordlessly, straining. He’s so close, so close—

And then Chan pulls away, and Hyunjin is left to shake and gasp in his hubris. Of course Chan wouldn’t be so nice, of course there’s a catch, because there always is, and Hyunjin should know better by now. Faintly, as the ringing in his ears subsides, he realizes Chan is laughing.

“Please,” Hyunjin stutters. “You’re terrible to me.”

“And you’re terribly impatient,” Chan replies smoothly, running a light touch down his left leg. “You’ve made me wait all day. Now it’s your turn.”

Hyunjin wants to argue, but Chan’s hands find the clasp on his pants, and he decides against it.

He’s come down somewhat, but he’s still quite sensitive when Chan wraps a hand around his cock, pulling it out of his underwear, coaxing the waistband aside with his other hand. He tugs against the chains, forgetting for a second that they’re there. He wants Chan to touch him, but not like this, not when he’s not going to get anything out of it.

It’s a shame that Hyunjin is such a pretty crier, really. That’s how most of this started. Chan likes to see him cry, and he likes to tell Hyunjin no. And the worst part is that’s all Hyunjin wants, too.

Chan strokes Hyunjin slowly, watching for the hitch in his breath, the way the line of his neck will go taut. Hyunjin knows all his own tells because of all the time Chan spent teaching them to him. But knowing isn’t the same thing as controlling, so he can’t do anything except watch as he gives himself away, and Chan lets him go at the last second, once again.

Hyunjin clenches his jaw, fighting blindly against his restraints. Somewhere, he registers that the less he fights, the sooner they come off—when Chan senses he no longer needs them. But it’s a very small and dim part of him; the rest rails fruitlessly against the chains, twisting up the duvet in the process.

Eventually, the terrible, strung-out feeling ebbs enough that he feels he can breathe again, and he settles down. It’s not that he needs to breathe, but the rhythm of it is nice, and it’s always a comfort when something else is wrong.

Tears sting at his eyes, but not insistently enough yet that Hyunjin can’t will them away. He feels punched out and weak. Chan is still watching him, placid, sitting back on his heels, hands folded in his lap. His discipline is infuriating.

“We’re only just beginning,” Chan says mildly. “Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Please,” Hyunjin says again. He doesn’t know what else to say—really, he knows there isn’t anything else to say. Nothing he says or does will change Chan’s mind about whatever he has planned. “Let me come, please, and I promise I can do it again.”

“I know you can,” Chan says, still maddeningly calm, responses automatic and perfect. “And you will. But only after I’ve finished having fun.”

Hyunjin groans, dropping his head back, staring up at the ceiling. Chan shifts below him, and then Hyunjin feels his tongue against the head of his cock, and he can’t suppress the reedy whine that expels itself from his lungs. Chan takes him into his mouth, all the way down, and Hyunjin balls his hands into fists, trying to remain still, trying not to react so that Chan won’t be able to pull off in time and he’ll finally get to come.

Unsurprisingly, he is entirely unsuccessful. Just as that delicious pressure is beginning to build, Chan sits back, releasing Hyunjin’s cock with a soft pop. Hyunjin screams this time, raw and angry.

“Does it hurt?” Chan asks sweetly.

Hyunjin wrenches his head up so he can look his tormentor in the eye. “Fuck you,” he snarls, his voice partially choked away by the chain. “Fuck you.”

“Do you want me to stop?” It’s mostly lip service, but there is a certain degree of earnestness in Chan’s eyes.

“No,” Hyunjin grumbles, nearly growls, low in his chest and forced out through bared teeth.

“You know I’ll give you what you want eventually,” Chan says, though right now Hyunjin has a very hard time believing him. “You just have to work for it, that’s all.”

Hyunjin lets another fuck you bubble up in his chest. He doesn’t get to say it, though, because Chan’s mouth is on his cock again, and everything else immediately escapes him.

This time Chan brings him much closer to coming, so close that Hyunjin really thinks, for just a moment, that he’s going to just let him do it, but Chan releases him before it can happen, and Hyunjin convulses, orgasm ripped away yet again.

The anger has been shocked out of him, and it’s been replaced by a heavy despair. Tears well in Hyunjin’s eyes again, and this time he just lets them collect. They’ll spill over when they’re ready.

Chan doesn’t give him much time to recover. He wraps a hand around the base of Hyunjin’s cock and suckles on the tip. Hyunjin watches through half-lidded eyes. Chan has such pretty lips. He has such a handsome face overall, really, enchanting and haunting.

Chan flicks his eyes up and catches Hyunjin looking. The cold, dead-set focus that Hyunjin sees there shocks a gasp out of him. He arches up into Chan’s mouth, head lolling back. He twists his neck; the chain that’s been holding his head in place retreats, and he presses his face into the pillow. He’s close, so close; he could come, if Chan would just—

All his touches vanish, and Hyunjin looks disappointment straight in the face for the fifth time that night. His eyes roll back in his head; though it feels awful, it also feels good. Hyunjin thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind feeling like this forever, and he moans, letting his body float back down towards the bed, lifting his head as he turns to look at Chan.

He registers something wet against his cheek, and realizes he’s begun to cry. He’s not sobbing; his breathing has hardly picked up to accommodate it. It’s just that the tears will not stop.

“That’s better,” Chan says softly. “There’s the Hyunjin I know.”

Hyunjin is reminded of the feeling of the venom taking over his body. Each one of his cells feels like it is on high alert. The reminder of the fear is there, lurking just on the outskirts of his mind. Pacing.

“Chan,” he whimpers.

Chan only hums in response, reaching out for Hyunjin’s cock again. He runs a singular finger up its length, and Hyunjin dissolves into a fresh wave of tears. He moans softly with each breath, though, almost involuntarily. The fear has subsided somewhat. He’s safe. Of course he’s safe.

Chan lets him settle, then strokes him with three fingers—thumb on one side, index and middle on the other—slow and gentle. Hyunjin sighs out soft noises of pleasure. He rolls his hip up to meet Chan’s hand. For a few moments, everything is quiet and calm.

But then the pressure is building again, and he knows Chan can feel it too. He speeds up, and Hyunjin relishes it even though he knows it just means he’ll come crashing down even faster.

As all of Hyunjin’s muscles tense, Chan slows again. “No,” Hyunjin protests softly. “No, no, no, please—“

Chan takes his hand away and Hyunjin wails at the loss. There’s a hungry pit at the bottom of his belly, gaping wide, and it hurts, but still, Hyunjin wants more.

Chan seems to have other plans, though. He seems to know that Hyunjin’s limbs have stopped obeying him because the chains are gone. Hyunjin doesn’t think to move. He lets Chan manhandle him, lifting him up and turning him side to side to undress him. He waits for Chan to discard his own clothes as well, sprawled limp on the bed.

Chan returns to him, and Hyunjin lets his eyes rove over the body he knows so well. His broad shoulders ripple as he moves; Hyunjin quickly snaps his gaze to Chan’s strong pecs and sturdy core, then down to his cock where it hangs hard and heavy between his legs.

Chan has found lube somewhere when Hyunjin wasn’t paying attention. It’s not strictly necessary—Hyunjin won’t be hurt if they don’t use it—but it will certainly make things easier, and speed up the entire process.

Chan presses a slick finger into Hyunjin, only giving him a few shallow thrusts before adding another. Hyunjin opens up for him easily, and soon Chan is pumping four fingers in and out.

Hyunjin could come like this, soon, and Chan knows. He gives it another minute, until Hyunjin is panting and clenching down around him, and then pulls out, watching in satisfaction as Hyunjin writhes and drools and cries.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin finds himself mumbling. “Oh fuck, please, please just fuck me.”

“Still so impatient,” Chan says, but he lines himself up all the same. “We have forever,” he reminds Hyunjin.

“Don’t care,” Hyunjin breathes out. This is a lie, technically—the fact that they have forever is the only thing stopping him from climbing on top of Chan right now and riding him until they’re both completely spent and thoroughly exhausted. Chan has no idea what impatience looks like. “Fuck me.”

Chan pushes into him and Hyunjin opens his mouth in a silent scream. Chan leans over him as he bottoms out until he’s close enough, and then kisses into his mouth, tongue running along the backs of Hyunjin’s upper teeth. Hyunjin realizes now that this is the first time they’ve kissed all day.

He kisses back as best he can, but there are stars in his eyes. He jerks violently when he feels Chan’s hand on his cock, trying to bite down even though he’s still being kissed, wet and messy.

“Want to come?” Chan asks between kisses.

“Yes,” Hyunjin pleads breathily. “Yes, please, please—”

He takes Chan’s silence as permission. In any case, as Hyunjin moans and squirms beneath him, Chan doesn’t stop. Hyunjin spills over his hand, across both of their stomachs, and Chan doesn’t stop.

It feels euphoric. Hyunjin lets the orgasm consume him, twitching as the pleasure scatters out across his body in sweet bursts, eyes rolled back in his skull. He can feel it everywhere; in his toes, in his teeth. Faintly, he registers his own voice, hoarse from overuse, chanting thank-yous as he comes back down.

But still Chan doesn’t stop, and now Hyunjin remembers the other edge to this sword—now that Hyunjin has come, Chan won’t let him stop until he’s satisfied and Hyunjin is nothing but a shell. Chan thrusts into him, hard and deep, and Hyunjin wishes he could enjoy it. But now he can only shake, Chan’s cruel fingers still wrapped tight around Hyunjin’s cock, slick with his release.

Hyunjin chokes on nothing. Everything hurts, and the fear is back, crowding out everything else. His throat feels raw, and he realizes it’s because he’s screaming.

Chan brings a hand to Hyunjin’s neck, squeezing around where the column of his throat meets his jaw. Hyunjin’s eyes dart around the room until he finds Chan’s waiting for him.

“Just me,” Chan says lowly. “The worst is behind you, darling. The next-worst is so far yet to come. Now, it’s just me. It is just me, and I will never hurt you.”

“Hurts,” Hyunjin whimpers, but the haze of fear is receding.

“You can do it.” Not an encouragement. An expectation. A demand. It gives Hyunjin something else to focus on. “It hurts, but not like that. Nothing will ever hurt like that, as long as you’re with me.”

Hyunjin knows it’s true. “Safe with you,” he slurs, and satisfaction and triumph war on Chan’s face.

Chan keeps his hand there on Hyunjin’s throat. Hyunjin holds it tight when Chan continues his thrusting, faster now that Hyunjin has relaxed. The solid weight of Chan’s cock inside him distracts him from the shocks of oversensitivity, and though Hyunjin is already exhausted and his body already aching, he feels himself begin to harden again in Chan’s palm.

Hyunjin’s body is no longer his own; he has no command over it now. It’s Chan’s. Chan twists his wrist and Hyunjin’s legs spasm; he pushes in deep and grinds into him, and a string of nonsense, praise and pleas and prayers all muddled together, spill across Hyunjin’s lips. Maybe Hyunjin’s body has always been Chan’s from the start, not just in these moments; maybe everything Hyunjin has belongs to him. Maybe he wants it to be true. He is Chan’s, and Chan is his. His Chan, his savior, his love. He doesn’t need to know anything else.

He watches Chan reverently, though his eyelids are heavy and his vision swims. Chan’s pretty lips are curled in concentration, his eyes dark, body taut, all firm muscle and shadow. Hyunjin reaches out to him with the hand that isn’t clinging to Chan’s wrist, and Chan dips close. Hyunjin’s fingers shake as he splays them across his cheek. He runs his thumb over Chan’s mouth, and Chan lets his eyes close.

“Chan,” Hyunjin whispers, barely audible. He can’t feel anything except the heavy fog in his head and the insistent pulse of desire in his cock. And Chan’s skin under his fingertips, beautiful and smooth like marble.

Chan leans into his touch and Hyunjin feels tears threaten again, so grateful for him, for his love; grateful that he hasn’t given up on him yet after so many years. His lips graze Hyunjin’s palm and his fingers drag over Hyunjin’s cock and Hyunjin is coming, dizzy and nearly out of his mind with pleasure, even though it hurts—maybe because it hurts. Chan doesn’t take his hand off Hyunjin’s cock, doesn’t move away, doesn’t stop choking him, doesn’t stop the steady rock of his hips.

More tears, and this time Hyunjin does sob. It comes out small and garbled because of the hand around his throat, and when Hyunjin looks at Chan, he finds him looking back, hungry. The image of him is blurry, but he feels Chan’s lips still on his hand. He can feel them moving, but he can’t hear anything at first.

“Good,” he finally makes out. “Perfect.”

Hyunjin sobs again, pressing up against the tight hold Chan has on his throat. “Love you,” he croaks out. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Chan replies immediately. Hyunjin can feel the shape of the words on his palm.

Hyunjin is beyond overstimulated. He feels like he’s been plunged into an ice bath and then moved to burn in a roaring fire and then back to the ice once again. The arm he has raised is shaking. Chan must notice, because he gets close so Hyunjin can rest his elbow on the mattress beside him. Or maybe he just comes close so he can kiss him. Hyunjin has no complaints either way. He lets his hand slip into Chan’s hair and his tongue slip into Chan’s mouth.

Chan moans quietly at first, then longer and louder as the minutes stretch on. Hyunjin notes faintly that he’s still crying, but he can’t bring himself to care. He pets Chan’s hair, soothing him between kisses, begging him to come.

His coaxing seems to be working; Chan is thrusting into him faster and faster, and his hand is flying over Hyunjin’s cock at the same pace. His moans have turned to something darker, more guttural, and they echo in Hyunjin’s ears and rattle around his skull.

Chan releases his throat and Hyunjin wheezes. He separates their lips, nosing down under Hyunjin’s jaw, pressing his tongue flat to the skin there. Hyunjin uses his hand to move Chan down his neck—here, hyung, and here and here and here—until he’s right over the scar on Hyunjin’s neck, where he was bitten. All of it is too much, and Hyunjin is coming for a third time, shivering as he feels it hit his stomach, his chest.

Chan stills not seconds later, teeth digging into the scar tissue. Hyunjin feels him pulsing inside of him and he sighs in contentment, tightening his grip on Chan’s hair.

They rest like that for a moment. Hyunjin can barely feel his limbs. His eyelashes cling to each other, sticky with tears. The moon is high in the sky now, bright white light shining down onto their bed. Chan’s back ripples as he finally pushes himself up. He pulls out of Hyunjin in the process, and Hyunjin feels his come dribble out of his hole a few seconds later.

Chan is tugging Hyunjin up with him. Hyunjin goes reluctantly, head lolling to one side when there is nothing to support it. “Chan,” he mumbles. Chan brings him closer, until they’re chest to chest. He uses his hands to guide Hyunjin up, folding his knees. He hooks Hyunjin’s chin over his shoulder, and when Hyunjin opens his eyes again, he finds himself facing his reflection in the mirror that’s mounted on the opposite wall.

His face is streaked with tears, his hair messy, his lips kiss-bitten and bruised. He looks like a wreck. He moans without thinking about it.

Chan’s big hands are on his back, Hyunjin’s arms draped weakly over his biceps. Chan turns his head to press a kiss to Hyunjin’s hair. “Almost done,” he says, so sweet and soft that Hyunjin finds himself nodding along until he realizes what that means.

“No, no—” But it’s too late. Chan’s got a hand around his cock, and it hurts, hurts all over. Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut, curling forward, trying to get away from the feeling, but Chan’s hand just follows him. He digs his forehead into Chan’s shoulder, jaw dropped open so far he thinks if he was human, he would have already dislocated it. That hurts too, and he cries out with every one of Chan’s movements.

“Stop that,” Chan says quietly. “Watch in the mirror.”

It’s a gentle command, but a command all the same. Hyunjin keens in distress, but he raises his head, blinking his eyes open. “Chan,” he complains, his voice small and broken.

“Just one more,” Chan promises. “You can do one more.”

“No,” Hyunjin slurs, shaking his head insistently while his body betrays him, his cock stiffening once again in Chan’s hand. “I can’t, I can’t.”

Chan rocks him slightly, pressing his lips to Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Yes, you can.”

Chan works him slow and gentle. Hyunjin rests his cheek on his shoulder and watches in the mirror, watches his own eyes fill with tears again and spill over, watches how his face, which began contorted in pain, shifts into an expression of heady bliss. It still hurts—hurts worse than anything Chan has done to him in years, he thinks—but the pain bleeds into pleasure until he can’t tell the difference.

It builds and builds and builds, Hyunjin complaining and struggling the whole way, but he does as he’s told, and keeps his eyes glued to his reflection, even as his vision slips and slides until he’s not sure which part of what he sees is real. There’s a period where it feels fucking horrible, really, and at times Hyunjin’s pretty sure that even though he is immortal, he’s about to die.

But then the familiar pressure grows heavy in his stomach. He doesn’t have the presence of mind to warn Chan beforehand, just lets a tiny whimper escape his lungs, and then he spills a few drops of come over Chan’s knuckles. He closes his eyes in relief, collapsing against Chan, and Chan catches him, murmuring praise in his ear.

Chan lays him back down, and then stretches out beside him. They’ll clean up later; now, Hyunjin rolls toward Chan’s open arms, resting his temple on his shoulder. His body aches like he’s been in a fight and barely escaped with his life. He offers him a kiss—here, hyung, and here and here and here—and Chan accepts it. Hyunjin thinks he could sink right through the mattress, his love is so heavy in his chest.

Chan scoots back just a centimeter, then ducks his head down, closing his lip over the scar on Hyunjin’s neck, over the place where Hyunjin was damned to this life years and years ago. Hyunjin finds Chan’s wrist and pets over the scar there, humming. They stay like that until the moon dips below the tree line. The sky has turned from a deep black to an expectant sort of navy blue.

Like he often does these days, Hyunjin toys with the idea of suicide as he waits for the night to end. They’re safe inside, of course—each of their windows is reinforced with UV protection on the glass. But he would need only to walk outside after the sun rose and wait for death to take him. A half hour at most, if he went at noon on a cloudless day. The thought is comforting, but he would never do it without Chan. He could never leave Chan alone. And he doesn’t wish to bring it up quite yet, so he banishes the thought from his mind. It might be for the best to do it—Hyunjin only has fragments of who he was left over, and he loses more and more every day. But, like with everything else, he is too weak to do what is right.

The sun is on the rise now; Hyunjin can see the red tinge of it on the horizon. Outside, the birds have awoken and begun to sing. Hyunjin thinks of the long day ahead of them; he thinks about how the years slip by so quickly, blurring into one another, yet each day feels like a lifetime. Chan shifts beside him, detaching from his neck, pulling him closer and knocking their foreheads together. It’s alright, Hyunjin thinks. At least I have Chan. It would be unbearable without him.

Outside, the world rages on, Hyunjin is sure. He’ll never venture out to check. Why should he? In this house, things are good and quiet. Hyunjin’s fingers are still on Chan’s wrist, right where his pulse should be. But there’s nothing, just silence.

“Chan,” Hyunjin says softly. “You will stay here with me, right?” The grief comes again, strange and unwanted, with the echo of once-known laughter and a voice Hyunjin wishes he could recognize. And then it all disappears, swift and fleeting. Hyunjin can’t get a grasp of it, and so lets it go. “You will stay?” he asks.

Chan, like always, replies, “Yes, I will stay.” He presses closer still. “I will stay here with you. I love you. You love me, don’t you?”

It’s a silly question, but Hyunjin doesn’t say so. He can’t; he feels drawn into some kind of trance, too content to think properly. “Yes,” he says. His voice sounds far away. “I love you. I have always loved you. I will love you forever.” Chan makes a noise of want in the back of his throat. I will, Hyunjin thinks, even when war comes, and famine and disease; even when all the living things begin to die, even when time devastates the earth. “You will stay here in this house with me, even as it comes down around us,” he says, “and we will be in love. Forever.”

Chan nods along. “And we will never leave,” he whispers. Hyunjin can feel Chan’s breath on his neck.

Hyunjin sighs, maybe not happily, but at least in satisfaction, to know his fate. “And we will never leave,” he repeats, quiet so he’s sure Chan is the only one who hears him.

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waithyuck · 4 years

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pairing: vampire!huang renjun x reader (f) *halloweenie special*

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 3k

warnings: blood, biting, blood drinking, brief descriptions of gore (I guess idrk), explicit language, degradation, sexual content (oral, facefucking), no aftercare, mentions of being killed, renjun is a mean dom :/, reader is kinda weirdly into the whole vampire thing **unedited**

a/n: this was kinda written in a rush but I tried my best to produce it in the best quality I could! I hope y’all enjoy 💕 (I also wanna add that yes, it was already planned that there wouldn’t be any penetrative sex in this)

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~10/24/2020~

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walking home from work at eleven o’clock at night was probably the worst mistake you could have made. even worse, you thought it would just be such a great idea to take the back alleys, since it was faster and all you wanted to do was lay down on your bed and go to sleep.

you were an idiot, straight up.

you were walking with your head down, too preoccupied reading something on your phone to notice and be alert of your surroundings. you didn’t notice the creeping shadow coming up on you from behind.

when it grabbed you, you weren’t even able to scream; it covered your mouth immediately and shoved you against the brick of the building next to you. when you looked to see what it was, your body froze in horror.

this man–thing...no, creature, was standing before you grinning sinisterly, his sharp canines bared to you as he drank up your figure with his glowing, blood red eyes.

well, this was it. you were going to die in the hands of something you were pretty sure classified as a vampire. you didn’t stand a chance, not with the amount of strength, speed and stealth this man had already showcased to you.

you couldn’t make a sound, the fear inside you suffocating your lungs and making it hard to breathe. the man didn’t utter a word to you, and as he inched his fangs closer and closer to the vein pulsating in your throat, you squeezed your eyes shut and awaited to feel your death.

but it never came.

the weight of the man-creature-vampire thing was lifted off of you, his cold presence gone in an instant. you heard blood curdling snarls ringing out in the darkness of the alley, and you were too afraid to open your eyes to see what was happening.

you imagined that it was basically a fight between two vampires, and the victor would claim you as the meal. you should have run, but your legs were weak as the fear still consumed every cell in your body.

you were basically dooming yourself.

the wild growls finally ceased when you heard a loud crack of bones snapping, followed by a cut off yelp.

you assumed one of them was now dead, and finally you opened your eyes to take in the sight before you.

there stood another creature; much younger than the previous one by the looks of him, standing over the body of the now dead vampire. it’s head was severed from its body messily, the neck snapped clean off to where you could see the spine poking out in its place.

you wanted to throw up.

when the younger vampire looked at you, his blood red eyes squinted, and he moved closer to you in seconds, using his super speed to crowd you back against the brick wall. you whimpered, but didn’t feel as much fear as you did before, and you managed to keep your eyes open as you stood before him.

his nostrils flared as he sniffed around you, and it surprisingly didn’t weird you out as much as it should have. truth be told, even in the dim light of the moon, you could tell that this man was highly attractive. you cursed yourself for thinking this way about a creature that could easily tear you in two.

you were torn from your thoughts when you saw two fingers snap in front of your face, making your body jolt in return.

“the fuck are you doing out this late?” he suddenly questioned, his voice not at all like how you were imagining it to sound. it was soft…it wasn’t a voice you would have paired to be with a vampire. “it’s dangerous as fuck out here, you know.”

he was speaking so casually, like he didn’t just rip the head off of one of his kind. you sputtered out of cheer nervousness (and a little bit because he was so dazzlingly attractive), not knowing how to respond. his blood red eyes practically rolled out of his head at your pathetic attempts to speak.

“humans are so pathetic, seriously.” he spat, looking you up and down. “I don’t even know why I saved you. you smell good enough to devour.” his smirk, paired with the last part made your spine straighten, your hair prickling at the sense of possible danger.

“n-no!” you finally managed to blurt out, your hands coming up to instinctively cover your vulnerable throat. you wracked your brain to try to figure out how to negotiate with him; to get him to leave here without draining your body of life and blood.

unfortunately, only one thing came to mind, and you hated yourself for thinking it in the first place.

...you couldn't deny that you kinda had a thing for the whole undead, blood sucking, super strong creature shit he had going on. a million and one flashes raced through your mind, showing you different scenes of this stranger taking you up against the brick wall right here, and even biting you just to have a little taste.

it was fucked up, but you could stop your thighs from clenching at the possibilities.

he quirked an eyebrow at you, his smirk never leaving as he leaned into your space even further, flattening your body to the wall with his own.

“no what?” he practically purred, his cold breath fanning against your skin, causing goosebumps to form instantaneously.

“I’ll…” you started, weakly meeting his strong gaze. “I’ll d-do anything...j-just don’t kill me.” you tried to sound strong but there was a shiver in your voice, your chest trembling as you tried to speak. you saw his eyes flash with mischief before he pulled away entirely, giving you your space back.

“okay.” he nodded, his lips still presented in a smirk. “I’ll come find you whenever I need a favor.”

you couldn’t even ask him to elaborate or question him on exactly how he would find you, because in an instant he was gone from your sight, vanishing away and leaving you in the darkness with the still laying dead body of your first attacker.

with a quick shake of your whole body, you practically ran home, slamming the door shut and locking everything, including the windows.

you weren’t sure when to expect to see the vampire who saved you again, but you didn’t think it would take him two weeks to show his face.

you were minding your own business in the safety of your home, throwing your dirty clothes into your bedroom hamper when you heard a soft thud come from your window.

turning around, your eyes met the same red ones from that night two weeks ago, and you had to fight yourself not to shriek. his face was stoic as he stared at you, decked out in all black from his hoodie to his jeans, lowkey making your mouth water.

“hey there,” he said, slithering closer to your form. once again, he cornered you against a wall, not caring to give you any personal space. he inhaled softly, his nose living closer to your neck. “you smell absolutely delicious, darling.” his sharp canines were on display as he smiled mischievously at you, your heart racing in your chest at not only the fear, but the proximity of this attractive man as well.

“um, h-hello.” you muttered out stupidly, wringing your hands together in front of you.

“let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” he stood up at little straighter as he spoke, his eyes glinting as he looked at you. “you owe me a favor, and I’m being generous enough to let you choose what you want to give me.” he looked down at his nails, feigning disinterest as you were practically hyperventilating before him.

you nodded your head to acknowledge that you were hearing him, and he took that as a sign to continue.

“so, what will it be?”

you thought back to the thoughts you were plagued with that first night, and you almost immediately clenched your thighs. you really wanted this vampire to have you, all of you, even your blood for fucks sake. it’s like the sight of him cast a spell on you, and all you wanted to do was have his cock shoved down your throat as he did his best to ruin you completely.

you knew he was capable too; there was an aura around him that screamed dominance, and having the extra factor of being a vampire did nothing to extinguish your lewd sexual fantasies.

it was really fucked up, but you made your mind up in less than a minute.

“you can bite m-me.” you squeaked, looking anywhere but him. you swore you heard his breath hitch, but he nonetheless crowded you once again as he nosed into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“hmm, tempting.” he allowed the tip of his nose to graze softly against your sensitive skin, causing you to shiver as it tickled you. his sinister eyes flicked up to meet yours. “are you sure?”

with a small nod you agreed, your brain screaming at you to run and never look back, but your core telling you the very opposite.

his hands found your waist as he grounded you, holding you steady as he finally began to scrape his teeth along your flesh.

“I won’t take too much,” he muttered, almost like a reassurance to you. before you could even nod, he quickly plunged his fangs into your skin, and the pleasurably painful sensation immediately had you moaning out loudly.

you gripped his shoulders tightly, your eyes glazing over as your whole body pulsated with a sudden need, the burning hot pleasure running down from where he was currently biting you to your core, instantly causing your panties to flood with your desire.

he took a few large gulps, and once you began to feel lightheaded, he pulled his fangs from you, moaning at the taste of your blood.

not being able to hold yourself back, you spoke very through that came into your head.

“I w-want your cock,” you breathed out desperately, not sure exactly where the statement came from. it was so sudden and out of the blue, but he didn’t seem fazed for one second.

“oh really?” he questioned playfully, his blood stained lips quirking up in amusement.

“”yes, please,” you begged in response, gripped at the fabric of his hoodie tightly.

he hummed, his throat vibrating with the sound.

“get on your knees.” he demanded, his demeanor changing as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. he pointed to the ground in between the both of you and at first you were shocked at his words, even though you were the one who admitted you wanted him in the first place. you pressed your back against the wall even tighter as he gazed upon you with his blood-red eyes, your woozy head spinning.

“h-huh?” you managed to sputter out stupidly, causing him to sigh in annoyance. he shot his cold hand up to grip your throat, his nails squeezing into your skin slightly as you squeaked in surprise.

“you said you wanted my cock, right?” renjun growled, getting closer to your face with each word. you managed to nod shyly in his hold, your eyes wide and glassy as you stared back at him. he smirked, “then get on your fucking knees. don’t make me tell you again.”

he let go of you neck and returned his hand to his side, your eyes watching his every move before you finally shook yourself out of your stupor and lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. you didn’t really know what to do with yourself at that point, so you looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting to see if he would say anything else.

he rolled his eyes, scoffing as he reached for the button and zipper of his black jeans.

“dear fuck, do I have to fucking hold your hand through all of this?” his voice was icy and biting, but you still felt a warm shiver crawl up your spine as your core clenched at his words. he finally was able to undo the button and zipper and he then pulled down both his pants and underwear, leaving his almost fully hard cock out in the open on display for you.

he gripped your hair suddenly, forcing your face toward his crotch roughly. “put it in your fucking mouth, slut.”

you didn’t hesitate then, opening your mouth while using a hand to guide him past your lips, immediately swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. he groaned out above you and reached a hand to rest behind your head, not pushing on you just yet.

this wasn’t your first rodeo, so you were able to almost instantly take him all the way down your throat, only having to work up to it about three times. when his cockhead hit the back of your throat, you gagged a bit but it paid off to hear his moan cry out above you. you looked up innocently at him, bobbing your head up and down with your cheeks hollowed, drool dribbling out of the sides of your lips, adding to the messy look.

“that’s a good girl,” he breathed, his hand rubbing the back of your head almost tenderly before he shoved you completely down on him, your nose pressed against the skin of his pelvis.

your eyes blew wide and tears were prickling, but you willed yourself to relax, your throat slightly constructing instinctively around the intrusion in it.

“can I fuck your pretty face?” he growled out, finally letting you up for air. you pulled off to breathe, spit connecting your lips and the head of his angry red cock.

you managed to croak out a rough “yes”, your voice already hoarse from the few minutes of action it had been through. he gave you no time to prepare before he reached down to cup your chin and jaw in one hand, opening up your mouth before he roughly thrusted inside.

it sounded so filthy; the sounds escaping you were not cute and you were a bit embarrassed, but you were enjoying every second of the abuse to your mouth and throat. your panties were most definitely ruined at this point, and you could feel your pussy pulsating with every rough thrust of his cock down your throat.

“fucking take it, slut,” he grunted, his hips never ceasing their movements. you tried to breath through your nose as best you could, and were grateful for the small breaks he would allow you before going to town once again.

you braced your hands on his thighs as his pace quickened, his hips sloppy as he chased his high. there were no words shared and no derogatory comments spit at you as he grew closer and closer, his growls and snarls only growing louder with each passing thrust.

the sounds he was making were almost enough to get you to cum untouched, the mental stimulation almost overbearing as you felt your core tingle in need for him.

there was a nagging precense in the back of your mind that told you he wasn’t going to fuck you like you so desperately wanted him to, and there was a part of you that was perfectly okay with that.

the vampire let out a loud growl before he coneoktelt buried himself to the hilt down your flexing throat, your head knocking into the wall behind you as his cum shot directly down your esophagus.

it was uncomfortable, but you managed to swallow what you could before he pulled out and shot the rest of his hot cum all over your awaiting face.

you basked in the feeling of each shot landing on your skin, and you closed your eyes. your body felt as if it had no energy left, and you barely noticed him pulling his pants back up and fastening them closed in one swift movement.

you were right about him not fucking you or returning the favor, which was fine considering the lack of strength you currently had. the burn in your core was slowly fading along with your physical and mental strength.

as you lay slumped against the wall, his cum painted on your face and mouth, you mustered up the strength to look at and found him perched on your windowsill, ready to leave.

“what’s your n-name?” you croaked, your eyes barely open.

you could make out a smile forming on his lips.

“renjun,” he quickly responded, a lightness in his voice that you hadn’t heard before and that was a complete contrast to his earlier tone.

“and don’t worry, darling. I’ll be back for you.”

and in a quick flash, he was gone, and it was like he wasn’t ever there in the first place.

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Vampire Master-Guide

First of all I want to start off by saying I've gathered inspiration from MANY vampire medias. Fictions, games. The biggest influences are Vampire the masquerade (primarily bloodlines) and Vampire Knight (manga). As well as honorable mentions to Vampyr (game), Queen of the Damned (movie) and Van Helsing (movie, anime). So if anything sounds familiar, chances are it is. I highly encourage you to explore them as they are a few of my favorites.

Second of all this is going to be massive, so I'll be putting it under a cut. But it will be a comprehensive guide to my personal vampire lore that I've crafted and worked with through the years. If you like it, feel free to use it! I'd absolutely love to be tagged (so I can shower the creations with praise) but it's not required. I'm just out here making one more version of vampires that hopefully inspires you. There will be a couple different categories that I will touch base on.

History (this part is super short)

Physicality - Medical Information

Physicality - Appearance/Body

Mental Effects

Society

Anything from my vampire lore will be tagged #vlor

Now follow me under the cut, lovelies. But please be Warned: We'll be discussing blood, violence, physical and mental illness. As well as regular vampire related things. If any of this could trigger you, please kindly skip this post because you're far more important to me!

'History'

The original vampire to walk the earth, cursed by the heavens was Caine. After committing the first murder, a blood-soaked punishment was to forever be banished to walk the darkness with a constant reminder of his crimes. Thirst. Craving for the same blood he shed against his own kin. The sin was carried through the years and he came upon another outcast kindred by the name of Lilith, cursed by God in a different way and hexed with powerful disciplines.

They bonded as kine and Lilith taught her chaos to Caine in hopes they'd rule together. In the end his nature stayed true and his now empowered wrath befalls Lilith, committing murder yet again and taking her life.

To feed upon and be fed, was a now animalistic instinct that spoke louder than supposed human nature ever could. And thus the curse spread. To anyone that drinks from the tainted or is bitten by a rabid, is surely to bear it at the final heartbeat. The path to redemption is sealed but survival is nearly infinite. So long as the beast is obeyed and satisfied, there is no constraint on lifespan. They will be damned to an eternity enslaved to thirst.

(Primarily from VTMB but I really like the idea of it being some sort of ancient curse from the gods so I thought I'd include this tiny historical bit. Onto the good stuff.)

Physicality - Medical Information

Vampires are anemic, let's just establish that all vampires are what modern day medicine would consider anemia. But they also have super aggressive red blood cells that function x100 that of human white blood cells. All in one combo of super cells. No illness spreads. No disease can contract, nothing can live in their system. They don't fall ill with colds or flu. STD's aren't feasible. Their systems are far too strong and combative to infections, bacteria.

Their integumentary systems regenerate about x200 - x300 times faster. Within seconds (if there is or has been fresh blood in the system recently) their skin regenerates and goes even beyond that. Mere hours and limbs grow back, bones realign.

Vampires don't have functioning organs. (If they are turned from humans they are there but they don't work and will eventually wither.) Hearts don't beat, lungs have no need for air.

Vampires can't drown. They don't breathe and even if water fills their lungs, they would be weighted down but not die. They also don't float like humans do naturally.

Vampires can go out in the sun but they have hard times with sun poisoning. Think of a sunburn but more like a rash. They can't process the vitamin D very well and almost all of them have trouble with getting severely burnt very rapidly or having a rash from the sun. Prolonged exposure can make them feverish, nauseated and give them body cramps and fatigue. Even longer can make them violently ill and can essentially melt their skin. It can be healed but takes longer.

Staking their hearts immobilizes them but does NOT kill them. They can be detained this way and it is excruciatingly painful. But it doesn't kill you.

Vampires can't eat food. Only few can consume liquids aside from blood. They have no ability to digest it and no longer make acid. They'll usually heave it up along with whatever blood content is left in their gut.

They have perfect eyesight, hearing, hyper senses of taste and smell. Touch is extremely sensitive as well. Their skin isn't fragile, in fact it's a bit thicker than average skin from how fast it regenerates and is constantly maintaining itself.

They are very resistant but not impossible to scar. Scars from human life are erased with first turning.

Vampire blood tastes like flat soda or icky, room temperature tap water. Unpleasant to other vampires but in a desperate pinch, it will sustain but nowhere near as good as foreign blood does. Even animal blood takes better care of a vampires system than another body of recycled blood. (Think of it as they've already taken the good stuff out of it for their own bodies so all that's left is the taste and a few stray nutrients.)

Vampires fangs grow back indefinite. At about x10 the rate of humans losing and replacing their first set. No matter what comes of them, their fangs will always grow back. No other teeth mutate like this.

Fangs lengthen and retract when around blood or not. It's not something that can be helped or even trained out. When blood is present, fangs will lengthen even if there is no intention to feed. Automatic reaction and a painful one at that. They get used to it but it's a sharp pain like having a human tooth extracted but it doesn't have prolonged swelling or discomfort. Only when getting longer or retracting back in.

Whenever they're in bloodlust or a state of starvation, they gain a sense of x-ray vision but instead it's vein mapping. They can see through skin to arteries and if it's severe blood lust, they can even see the smaller, tinier veins in fingers and faces. This is a sight that ever vampire possesses in order to obtain blood easier or figure out a good place to bite. Anything that is living will be seen in a structure of veins. Animals, humans, other vampires.

Severing the brain stem from the body is one of the few sure-fire way to kill a vampire. Alternatively burning them to pure ash and scattering them or holding them in separate vessels. (If ALL ashes are contained somehow and mixed with fresh blood, there is a reanimation process so beheading them is more permanent.) Silver weapons or exposure to silver prior to wound can result in death as well.

Alcohol is SUPER effective when they drink it. Think of one shot making them drunk because it hits their bloodstream almost immediately. A double would have them seeing double and acting like a hot mess. 3+ for even the beefiest of men would have them blacked out and vomiting on the sidewalks.

Drugs effect them but only in extremely high doses and for nothing really over 2 hours or so. Short, short longevity but they have the same crash that humans do. If it's hard detoxing symptoms for humans, it's the same but faster. They can do a hard drug, feel the high for maybe 1 - 2 hours and immediately go into hallucinating and shaking from the aftermath. The same goes for Pharmacia. There's really no medicine that works.

Garlic is a myth. So is wolfsbane.

Silver on the other hand is a very real, very deadly weapon that still rings true. A single pinprick of a silver sewing needle and it can render a vampire powerless. Slow them down to the speed of a human, take away their rapid healing and remove all of their heightened senses. Silver directly into the bloodstream essentially renders them as they were before they turned in physical response and structure. It's the only metal that burns vampires skin and will char it if it sits in one spot for too long. Silver is the only kind of metal that can forge chain that vampires cannot break and can successfully be restrained in. Any wounds inflicted in silver take longer to heal.

They can't reproduce after being turned. Purebloods + Purebloods are the only exception and it's still extremely rare. (Only 9 children born in over 2,500+ years.)

Physicality - Appearance/Body

Whatever color their eyes are, blood-lust accentuates the brightest color. I.e: Brown eyes turn Yellow/Gold, Blue eyes turn White/Purple exct. (Different powers can change this depending on the vampire and their history, sire.) Just think neon, glowing eyes in the dark if they're thirsty or hunting.

They stay frozen in whatever physical appearance they're turned in. Their metabolism is whack so they don't really lose or gain weight, it's down to cosmetic changes or cosmetic surgery. Which at least it heals flawlessly and doesn't ever change. But there aren't many options for personally invested physical change.

Their hair and nails grow super fast.

Vampires usually have the hair color they have when they are turned but around 15% experience graying or whitening of their hair within a few days of turning. Due to a semi-common genetic string in humans.

Vampires don't tan. They burn. No matter what their skin color is. Most are the palest/pasty tone of their natural skin color merely due to anemia and lack of blood circulation.

They don't blush or show physical signs of fever.

Vampires don't sweat or flush when exerting or exercising. They don't have to regulate their body temperatures.

They get dry skin pretty often and it's important to combat it with baths and soaks and lotions/oils whenever possible.

They are usually a lukewarm body temperature. As low as 15°C|59°F to as much as 21°C|69.8°F.

Every vampire has a certain amount of charming allure to them. In whatever form or fashion suits them the best, it's a natural attractant to their human counterparts. A glint to their eyes, a certain smile, the pitch or timbre of their voice. Endearing, seductive, mysterious, whichever shines through in their personality. They are magnetic, attractive to the human eye, no matter what they tend to look like.

They can see themselves in aluminum coated mirrors. Just not silver.

Mental Effects

There is a staggering 95% probability that 'created' vampires will have amnesia unless turned by a pureblood/noble/king/queen/high ranking blood vampire. They remember nothing of their human lives and this is extremely common. It's actually very rare to remember anything prior to your awakening. (That's why there are usually strict laws about siring without consent and proof of consent.)

It is very easy for vampires to be blinded by fits of rage when starving for blood. They can fly into blind anger and attack people they normally wouldn't or even foes they have no chance of winning against. Depending on their remaining strength when this tipping point of starvation happens; it can be extremely dangerous to be around.

Most turned vampires suffer a psychotic break in their early turning years. (Between 6mo and up to 25 years of awakening age. I.e: from the date of being bitten.) The brain is the last thing to be altered in the physical process and because of this, it's believed that their mental state has to crumble to be built better. It's unknown as to exactly why this happens but it's almost guaranteed. It's the vampire equivalent of 'adolescence'.

Over 75% of vampires experience periodic depression and random bouts of sadness. Another 39% live with bouts of mild to moderate psychosis. (This has been suspected to happen because of the physical stasis and improper circulation of chemicals/hormones/exct. Many believe it's because of the guilt of their King, Caine.)

Mental illnesses that aren't born from physical imbalances are in cases of amnesia, cured. Those that are chemically related are usually worsened by the stagnant physical changes of vampirism. It's rare that those with amnesia remember their traumas or emotional upsets after turning.

The "amnesia" of turning is the death of a human psyche. With the staggering rate of permanent amnesia, it is hard to figure out exactly how it happens but it's widely known.

Society

Humans are not fully aware of vampires. This still rings true with the fear of world war and or wiping out the human race given their species.

There is a high society "government" type of monarchy. Each clan or type of vampires has a leader "elder". This is usually the oldest vampire to date of that specific type. Sometimes it's a group or a family of elders. In most modern day they have adapted to a more "presidential" route and have to establish themselves as leader types to be considered for any kind of law making or enforcement. (I.e: Noble bloodline, diligent efforts of servitude such as public service, military or other.)

There is a strict law against turning humans. Vampires are required to have clearly given consent and the process is to be looked over by an elder or enforcer. They must show strenuous documentation of that persons preservation in the name of probable amnesia. They must have a comprehensive processing of that persons interests, personality traits, societal standing, proof of occupational termination, familial status and situational agreement. (Basically they don't want humans forgetting their lives entirely and they want to make sure that they are able to move somewhere or hide from their families until they're well trained enough to be around them again. It's a very long to legally accomplish it.

Every city handles turning differently. Some require the sire to pay the death penalty and others are strictly against killing the one person responsible of their turned kindred.

Vampires are in every day jobs, doing anything and everything that humans do. From trash collecting, to law and doctors. Fame, fortune, poor, criminal; they all live as many walks of life as humans do.

Anti-vampire establishments are alive and well. Most are run by other vampires. Some humans share their beliefs but most typically it's a resounding amount of vampire extremists. This is legal due to the fact that they try to adhere and coexist for their sanctions ordinance. Helping enforce justice for their regions and implore an opposing force for rampaging vampires or other law breaking kindred.

Most human killings are covered up, tampered with or has someone on the inside working on doing both. It's a constant job but a needed one to keep their existence safe from being proven.

There is a massive shortage on vampire doctors serving other vampires or studying from what little information there is on vampirism. The ratio looking like 1 to 300. 1 doctor for every 300 vampires.

The most vampire dominated and lucrative occupations are generally law, publishing and sex working. There are 3 vampires with these jobs to every human worker.

Here is an additional post about how vampire blood would effect humans.

So that was everything I could think of for the time being. I may continue to edit and update this as I have time or I think of something that I haven't touched base on yet. But this is just the general lore I work with when I do write about vampires or when I think about them in general. Feel free to skip certain parts or like.. adapt it however you'd like. I made this to more so inspire people not to show a list of HOW things should go. Take of it what you like and ignore what you don't! Add more if you think of something!

Some of it gets a bit random but it's still things that I've either incorporated in some unpublished fics or talked about with some friends or just fantasized about in general. There's bits and pieces in all media for vampires that I really enjoy and I think every new style spins something different and makes for wonderful content!

#whump prompt #vampires #vampire prompt #whump list #character development #character reference #character sheet #vampire reference #character guide #vampire #vampire list #tw blood #tw violence #tw vampires #vlor

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ronpatrash · 2 years

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Same anon here who asked about the training trio, what I meant by biased isn't that they get a lot of screentime (cus that would just be a stupid complaint). I meant that sometimes the narrative makes them (mostly Kaito and Maki) do bad things and not get called out for it, like in chap 5 when Maki goes behind everyone's back to kill Kokichi, and then in the trial she tries to get everyone killed to kill Kokichi, and nobody really says anything about it.

yeah I did bring up the exact same thing while talking with a mutual yesterday :'D that was a huge oversight on the writers' part, and I do wish that shuichi could've brought it up with maki, at least? it would've been closure

at the time while I was playing it i'm pretty sure my thoughts were 'oh she can't really mean it right/the game's writing can't let us fail like that right' with a mix of 'oh she loves kaito so much that she hates what kokichi has done to him and is deadass willing to risk it all out of pure spite...woah'

it's not great writing if my immediate thought to that was immersion breaking? it's clearly a bias on my part too if my response to being asked this is gonna be...a handwave and saying smth like "yeah maki is hurting and everyone can probably see it too which is why they never bring it up again, cause kaito's dead anyway what point is there, and we're now being rushed to chapter 6 anyway"

i'm sure someone smarter than me can give a response you'd like better anon :'D cause like, i agree there is bias, but i still like it anyway cause i am also biased. the way i tend to consume stories is by going with the flow of things, with an almost no thoughts head empty kinda mentality. the brain cells go into anatomy studies, not literary analysis.

but idk, maybe i should just replay v3 and see for myself again before making any conclusion

#ask #spoilers

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 4 years

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Captivity [Teaser!]

Word Count;; 1.5k [Teaser], 10k+ [Full Fic]

Genre;; Yandere, (eventual) Smut

Pairing;; San x Reader

Summary;; Teaser for a much larger work in progress called Captivity that was a Valentine's Day request (College stalker/kidnapper Yandere!! San for ur Valentine’s Day requests?? (Smutty pls) tyty💜💜) and was the basis for San's yandere profile.

Warnings;; Yandere! Right off the bat!

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Notes;; Day Four of the Halloween 2k20 Prompts!

My Masterlist

"We could run away together."

What had started out as a college prank had become your worst nightmare. How it had escalated from a joke to an all-out kidnapping with a side of aggravated assault baffled you. You suspected, however, that it was never just a simple prank. In fact, you suspected the "masterminds" behind it had every intention of kidnapping you from the get-go.

While they had tried to keep their identities hidden, you had a strong feeling you knew your assailants. There were only so many idiots that would try something like this. To your surprise, they were pulling it off rather well. They must have studied for once in their pitiful lives… or they had help, which was much more likely.

Some were weaker in personality than the others and just went along with it because they didn't know what else to do. Then there were the leaders, the ones that had planned this from the beginning. There were three that you knew of that had taken charge, with six scared pathetic losers that did their dirty work, bringing it to a total of nine idiots holding you hostage God knows where.

And then there was him.

He had avoided you at first, uncomfortable with the prank but going along with his fraternity brothers all the same. Once it became clear that this wasn't a simple joke, he started visiting you with extra food and clean water. Once the demand for money was declared and their ransom demands sent to your parents, he lingered outside the miniature holding cell that you had now occupied for an extended period of time, keeping you company with his silent presence. He guarded you every night and limited the need for the others to come around by handling every aspect of your care.

The others… they all underestimated you. It had taken just three days to identify each and every last one of the fuckers, but you humoured them and pretended to be clueless, pretended to be helpless and vulnerable and stupid because you knew it would lower their defenses. You knew they would fuck up and when they did, you'd escape this shithole once and for all. Within the first few days of your imprisonment you had come up with a plan - you just had to wait for the opportune moment to strike.

He, however, was being careful. He wouldn't talk, not willing to risk you recognising him. He wouldn't even look you in the eye when you rambled at him for hours. Loneliness had hit within the first week. Any form of socialisation had to be enough so you latched onto him. It didn't take much for you to delude yourself into believing this captor wasn't as bad as the rest, that this one was on your side. The more you found comfort in his looming silence, the closer you felt isolation's teeth nipping on your heel.

It was never enough. You needed more. You needed words and expressions and warmth but he refused to provide them. Cautious of your ever churning brain and wary of your vigilant gaze, he kept himself hidden behind a mask both literal and figurative.

But even with all his precautions, there was a strong sense of familiarity to him. You knew this man, this much you were certain of. Considering the amount of effort he put into remaining anonymous, he had to be someone you knew well, perhaps even someone you cared about. This simple fact alone wounded you graver than any of the physical assaults from the others ever could.

Even with all his secrecy, you felt close to him. You felt safe with him. Everyday he provided for you and every night he stood guard over you. The others dwindled away and soon all that was left was him. There was some comfort, though small, that you could squeeze out of that first visit of the day, the one he made every morning when he brought in your scraps for the day. Dim light engulfed him from behind and, in those bleary seconds as you first awoke, you imagined him to be your saviour.

Then one day he walked into your cell and you felt your world shatter in front of your eyes.

It had been eight days.

Eight endless days and seven restless nights.

Eight days spent in this small room that reeked of stagnant water, rusted metal, and rotting wood.

Eight days of brainstorming and scheming, of creating elaborate and fantastical plans for every type of situation and possibility.

Eight days of threats, degradation, and abuse.

Eight days of torture.

Eight fucking days of surviving and now you were slated to die in this pisshole.

No longer did he try to hide his identity - there was no longer any reason to. It didn't matter if you saw their faces, if you saw his face. You had reached the zenith of your hopes and it was time to come back down to reality. Plummeting from the safety of your imagination, you fell through dark clouds filled with all the ominous signs and obvious warnings. Further and further you fell until you could see the cold, hard earth and all its truths.

There would be no ransom from your parents, not when they were facing bankruptcy. There would be no stealthy escape on your part, not if you hadn't managed it thus far. There would be no tearful confessions from your classmates where they begged for forgiveness and leniency, claiming it was all just a game gone wrong. There would only be more and more darkness and despair until it consumed you whole and there was nothing left at all, not even your thoughts.

It was the end of the line on this highway straight into the bowels of hell and you had arrived at your stop. It was the end of the road and all you had was your broken spirit, exhausted mind, and bruised body. Your room was no longer a prison but a death chamber. They were going to kill you in this shithole of a room with no windows and no light and no fucking fresh air and the bearer of your fate was none other than San.

Game over.

"So it was you. This whole fucking time it was you."

"It's not what you think."

"What else can it fucking be, San?"

You spat the words out like venom. He winced at your outburst, going so far as to take a step back. The surprised hurt that graced his features sickened you. If anyone should be upset here, it was you. San had been your friend for the past two years of your university life, acting as both a study buddy and a confidante, and yet here he stood before you as your tenth kidnapper.

"We'll talk more once you've calmed down."

"Fuck you, San! Once I've calmed d-? Where are you going, you fucking cunt! Don't you dare fucking walk out on me, you piece of shit! You owe me more than this!"

His expression soured as he turned on his heels, fingers interlocking around the door's handle. If there was ever a chance to escape it was now but all you had on your mind was unloading your frustrations and fears and anger onto him with both your words and your fists.

You tried to stand but your legs buckled under you. You'd gone too long without the proper necessities. You needed more food, you needed space to move, you needed medical treatment for the wounds inflicted upon you during those first few rough days. Pain jolted through your body every time you moved, every time you breathed.

Collapsing to the floor, your tears moistened the gritty tiles as you reached for him. He stopped but didn't face you, his back to you serving as a barrier. Light from the hall illuminated his figure, creating a halo around his smooth edges. Like a statue he didn't move a single inch, not even when your fingers brushed against the fabric of his pant leg. From your position on the cold ground, he seemed to tower over you. He felt unreachable, so far above it made you dizzy just to look up at him.

"I'm not getting out of here, am I?" You cried, forcing the words out around your broken sobs. Your exertions were catching up to you and you were starting to feel heavy. It was only a matter of time before your body gave up.

"No."

"I hate you, Choi San."

The last thing you heard before your unconscious won the one-sided battle for control was the lock of the door.

#san x reader #ateez x reader #yandere san #yandere ateez #yandere kpop #kpop #kpop x reader #yandere san x reader #yandere ateez x reader #captivity #captivity teaser #choi san #yandere choi san #ateez smut #san smut

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videogameroses · 3 years

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Demure Flower

A/N: So on my other blog, @linkswife and I were discussing what would happen if our d&d characters meet and what they would be like as friends. So I decided to wrote about the first time they ever met and started their friendship 🙂

The garden is peaceful, quiet. It allows her to focus on the yellowed pages of the tome resting in her hand. Words in a text much older than her loop and curl elegantly as she reads the sentences, taking in every piece of information they have to offer. Amelia's mind consumes the book, eagerly sucking up the new arcane knowledge. For an indescribable amount of time, she's content to read and take in. But eventually, her brain grows weary.

In a brief reprieve, she allows the book to close on one of her fingers to hold her place among the pages as she takes in the scenery around her.

The drooping silvery strands of a weeping willow offer privacy, a sort of isolation. She feels almost protected within the clutches of the shaded bench. Her only companions are the gently swaying lilies that grow up from the earth and fill the ground around the tree. Some are a deep bleeding crimson, others a lively tangerine. And in between the stems of those are pure white lilies. A stark contrast to the others but still just as beautiful.

It's a pretty sight - one that she will certainly come back to paint should she find time among her studies. Though the sight is interrupted by a group of three men entering the garden.

They seem far enough away that she decides to pay them no mind and go back to the tome.

Silent blissful moments pass as she reads page after page, up until the sound of footsteps arrive close to her. When she looks up, the men have strayed to the edges of the willow tree, talking amongst themselves and glancing at her.

They are close enough now that she can see the expensive clothing upon their bodies and the condescending looks on their faces.

Her heart immediately jumps in her throat from nerves.

Whatever they want cannot be good.

The man in front whispers one more thing to his friends before moving through the willow branches.

His features are handsome but they hold a certain superiority that destroys them. With a smooth hand, he pushes back his hair and sends her a dazzling smile.

"Hello there. My friends and I noticed you all by yourself. We came to keep you company."

The hair on her neck raises in warning as he leans closer. He expects her to invite him to sit next to her but Amelia tries her best to be kind as she stutters, "I, uh, I don't r-really want c-company right n-now i-if you d-don't m-mind."

Snickers come from the men still lingering around the willow branches. The one in front of her does nothing to hide the cruel smile that crosses his features.

"Have a problem with enunciation there, love?" He jests meanly, looking back towards the other two with a cold laugh.

Her face blushes bright red in embarrassment. Humiliation isn't far behind as each one takes a turn mocking her, each word more viscous than the last. Frustration brews hotter and hotter with each time she tries to interject. But her stutter only makes any sentence she starts a horrible failure.

Finally, when she is on the verge of tears, a rustle draws Amelia's, as well as the men's, attention off to the right.

Brushing branches out of the way, a woman steps forth.

She is breathtakingly beautiful.

Long, dark curls drip down her back, bouncing against a coat that sparkles the shade of a midnight sky. Tight silver pants adorn her long legs while black boots wrap up and around her thighs. Between her delicate fingers dangles a bright red lily that the woman tucks behind her left ear as she gracefully steps forward.

"Pardon my sudden appearance, but I couldn't help overhearing your little gathering while I was passing by."

Her vivid green eyes look from the men to Amelia, where her gaze stops and stays.

She takes in Amelia's distressed face and glassy eyes. Her trembling hands and uncomfortable stance.

The woman's demeanor changes then. She steps forward, placing herself closer to Amelia. A beautiful, charming smile appears on her face, but there is an edge to her words when she addresses the men.

"Excuse me, kind sirs, but I believe this nice lady would like to be left alone."

The lead one scoffs at her words, looking down at her from his slightly crooked nose.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do? You're no more than a lowly peasant sticking her nose where it doesn't belong."

Amelia quickly looks over to the woman.

Her eyes flash in annoyance but she covers it with an alluring smirk. She almost resembles a tiger as she prowls closer. The smirk becomes all teeth as she says, "You're just a bunch of privileged boys looking for a good time. If this is how you get your amusement then I can understand why your mother and father never gave you enough attention."

The air becomes charged with magic as the man physically recoils from her words. Gripping the velvet cloth of his shirt, he glares at the woman, spit flying from his lips as he gasps out, "What did you do to me?!"

She tilts her head with a polite but bemused expression. Her eyes are anything but innocent as she folds her arms over her chest.

"I didn't do anything except point out the obvious. Maybe you're just incompetent."

The man jerks back far more aggressively this time, eyes wide in pain and fear.

"You're.... you're crazy!! My father will hear about this, do you hear me? He'll hear about it!"

Though his face is scrunched in anger, his voice trembles with each word he says. His pompous demeanor is ruined by his cowardice, Amelia thinks. As it should be.

The lady cocks an eyebrow up and she opens her mouth again but the man is quick to make himself scarce, scampering away like a scared little puppy. His friends glance, wide-eyed, between his retreating back and her nonchalant figure. Amelia watches her tap a finger against the side of her face as she speaks into the open air.

"Your friend seems soft," The woman murmurs, dragging her gaze to the ones remaining. "I wonder if you two are the same."

The way her eyes shine dangerously speaks volumes.

Be gone or face the same consequences.

They seem to decide it's not worth the trouble, tucking tail as they run back the way they came. Relief curls throughout her body like vines as Amelia turns toward the woman. With a flip of her long curls over her shoulder, she faces the wizard with a bright, easy smile.

"Normally, I'd have a kinder introduction of myself but they seemed insistent."

Amelia nods her head timidly.

"It's al-alright. Thank y-you."

Some small part of her braces for the woman to make fun too, but instead, her smile only becomes kinder as she gracefully bows, the tails of her coat flaring out dramatically.

"You're most welcome, my lady."

Shock is the first thing to come to her mind, then gratitude. Before she can change her mind, Amelia gestures at the empty spot on the bench beside her.

"If you, um, if you have the time, I uh, I wouldn't mind some company."

The woman's eyes sparkle warmly as she stands upright again.

"But of course. I couldn't refuse such an offer from a lovely lady."

She blinks her eyes in confusion.

"Amelia. My name's Amelia."

The woman takes it all in stride, posing herself in such a way that Amelia knows there will be a grand introduction. The woman doesn't disappoint as little music notes begin to swirl through the air and magic flairs up all around them.

"Ever so pleased to meet you. My name is Serene: bard extraordinaire, traveling musician, and very well known for my talents in other places."

She does a magnificent show of gesturing to herself and making it look elegant.

Amelia smiles at the theatrics as Serene drapes herself across the bench next to her.

"Did you perform here then?" She inquires to the bard, who leisurely crosses one leg over the other.

Serene gazes out at the field of lilies, eyes flashing like emeralds as she does so.

"Somewhere close. I was passing by to meet someone for a….formal meeting."

Amelia peers at her curiously for her choice of wording.

"Formal meeting?" She echoes, to which Serene turns her head to look at her. She seems almost playful as she swings her crossed leg back and forth.

"Yes. One of the highest matters. Though I might now be a little late thanks to those regal bastards."

She sits on the sentence a moment before she straightens and quickly looks at Amelia apologetically.

"Not that I regret helping you. I'm certainly glad I came when I did. I just detest people who think it's okay to bring others down for their gain."

Instead of being offended, Amelia smiles at her. Kind words are all she offers.

"No, no. You're fine, I promise. But…."

She trails off, a concern arising within her mind. A troubled furrowed brown and deep frown are what greets Serene as she glances over in inquisitive contemplation. She tenses when she sees the expression, sitting up with worry. It soon dissipates at the wizard's words.

"You know they might come back and arrest you for that."

Serene grins as she reclines further into the bench, carefree.

"They could. But I can be…. persuasive." A mischievous glint enters her eyes as she curls a lock of hair around her finger.

"The most they might do is a slight slap on the wrist. Nothing more."

The wizard fidgets with her sleeve as she frets, body unable to keep still as she speaks.

"You're sure? I'd hate to see you end up in a jail cell for defending me."

Curiosity rearranges Serene's features before a softer look settles over them. Amelia would almost venture to say it was appreciation, but before she can say for certain, the other woman stands and takes a few steps from the bench, ducking down to pick a few nearby lilies.

When she returns, she holds them out with a flourish.

"Beautiful lilies for a demure flower."

Amelia looks between the white petals and Serene in confusion and disbelief.

"Why are you calling me a demure flower? Those two words don't exactly belong together now, do they?"

Serene's laugh is musical, lovely when she throws her head back, eyes closed. Amusement dances along her features, lingering in the form of warm words and curled rosewood lips.

"One day, dearest, you may yet understand the meaning. But today, please, take them. Enjoy them. Soon they'll be gone to winter's clutches."

She holds them out again but Amelia gets the impression that if she doesn't want them, she doesn't have to take them.

She decides to anyway.

Her nimble fingers wrap around the long stems and she takes them, placing them on top of the book.

"Thank you."

Serene bows deeply, arms held out wide in an elegant stance. Her long mane of curls slips on either side of her neck when she looks up with a brilliant grin.

"Anything for you, my lady."

She stands straight again, adjusting the lily behind her ear and fixing her coat.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must attend that meeting. I hope that we cross paths again someday."

Amelia only smiles and dips her head down in a nod, strands of juniper hair brushing against her pale cheeks.

Serene returns it with one of her own before strolling back through the willow branches, singing a sweet song. Amelia watches her cross the garden for a few seconds more before she turns back to her tome, feeling a bit more hopeful than before.

As the pages fall back open and she settles down to read again, she finds herself humming the same song.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years

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“Stark’s New Intern” Chapter 23

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"When I'm in a bad mood It's good to know I have you You got niggas from your past that still ain't pass you But you're on my time But you're on my time now, and our past through

Now that we finally got them out the way All the decisions that I wanna make I want your body in a million ways Nobody ever makes me feel the same…"

DVSN—"A Muse"

Erik practiced playing poker online. When work was finished with Tony for the day, he would take himself to his apartment and cook a simple meal of plain brown rice with sautéed vegetables and boneless skinless chicken breasts.

Food consumed, he'd check personal emails, call his grandfather, and then hunker down on his laptop and play three hours a night. He was going to use the money Tony paid him that he had saved to get him in at the bottom: half a million dollars. Minus the other half a million he gave away to his family, he was willing to bankroll his spot at the high stakes poker table with no help from Tony.

Work had gotten serious. After Tony's cover story appeared in Forbes, the focus of his company turned toward escalating weapons manufacturing, and Erik finally saw the bread and butter of Stark Industries. His days were spent working with Tony at his subsidiary company AccuTech designing a new missiles system that he called Jericho X. The man spent hours of brainpower trying to create an experimental model that he wanted to manufacture and have on the market within five years. Inking a new contract with the United States Armed Forces, Tony was under pressure to deliver the hot-launched missiles sooner than the five-year deadline he gave AccuTech. The man was hands-on and Erik's education at the Naval Academy was useful to him. Erik had the mind of a soldier, and his training was meant to prepare him for his forthcoming Naval career. Those military eyes helped him on the job.

Erik had to concede once more that Tony was a smart motherfucker and his focus on work was just as laser-sharp and obsessive as Erik. Working around him on the Jericho X project was eye-opening and the long hours pushed Erik's mind to its limits. He was allowed to work at AccuTech and give up a lot of his assistant tasks which he was all for. He acted with restrained professionalism, and that allowed him to hang around after hours to do his own experimentation with the vibranium.

It did take the heads of AccuTech a couple of weeks to be accustomed to a Black teen having so much access to a secret project. If he had been some lanky white teen with an overly ingratiating personality, no one would question his presence. He would just be viewed as a white boy genius and "Atta boy!" accolades would've been thrown at him along with pats on the back. Instead, he was a Black boy genius faced with bias and suspicion. He endured the usual bullshit just so he could get his hands on equipment, testing space, and cutting-edge STEM knowledge.

Sitting on his bed and winding down from playing online poker, he checked out the housing available to him at M.I.T. In six months, he was leaving for grad school and he was already designing his life there. He checked out restaurants and clubs, searched for areas that had Black people and Black cultural things he could access. He searched for any capoeira spaces and the ones he found were white-dominated and he wanted Black people to practice with. He needed Black touchstones to keep him sane after his experience at the Naval Academy and Stark's internship.

Checking the M.I.T. website he found an alumni link that helped new students transition to the Institute. A few hyperlinks found him peeping the on-campus radio station, WMBR, that served the Cambridge-Boston area. Listening to a few archived music shows, he stumbled across one that was deejayed by someone called ButtaFly. The show was called Cosmic Café and when he listened to the first ten minutes, he immediately bookmarked it and added it to his listening rotation. The music was Blackity Black and spanned generations, and the DJ did live mixes that had Erik head bobbing.

For two months he laid on his bed from twelve midnight until two in the morning just being carried away by the sounds and also the voice of ButtaFly, a woman who made Erik's entire body relax. She opened her show with a positive quote or a bit of poetry and then she had themes that she created stringing songs from the field hollers of Black chain gangs to the Black Neo Soul of 90s British R&B, or any type of current African diaspora music she could blend with Hip Hop, Deep House, or Electronica.

He tried looking up personal details or even pictures of ButtaFly, but she was a hidden ghost, just words and rhythms and vocal soothing that helped him sleep before heading off for the grueling hours of AccuTech.

She became his brain muse, expanding his mind so he could juggle the science he worked with every day.

Stretching on his bed, Erik closed his eyes and put in his earbuds.

"As-salaam 'alaykum, Beloved. Welcome to the Cosmic Café. I am your host, DJ ButtaFly bringing you that good nourishment, that savory food for your mind, body, and spirit. Tonight's theme is going to run us into the realm of quantum physics. A little Afrofuturism to get us through Black History Month…"

Erik felt his shoulders loosen up and he closed his eyes. He tried to imagine what type of face went with the sultry voice blessing his ears. The modulations and changes in tone she used as she spoke hypnotized his ears. Muscles throughout his body relaxed and he wondered what kind of musical journey she would take her listeners on that night.

"I want to open the show with a piece from a sister whose work I adore, Alexis Pauline Gumb. I feel like someone out there needs to hear it. I know I do. This is taken from her book of experimental poetry called 'Dub: Finding Ceremony'. This particular joint is called 'Commitment'. Are you ready, Fam?"

Erik nodded his head as he grew more comfortable, slipping deeper into a state of mental ease. He rolled his right hand down his chest and rested it on his stomach. Lying nude in the dark he could almost hear his heartbeat.

"We promise to wake you if we think you won't get the point of the dream. We promise to show up if you show up. Everyday. We promise to make you feel sick if you lie to yourself. We promise to let love through if it's love you came to do…"

Soft. Soothing. Safe.

Her voice cradled and held him in a warm place. She wrapped his thoughts around her words.

"We promise to make time flexible if you give us your time. We promise to think of you more often than you think of us. We promise to remember you when you forget. We promise to be wherever and in everything you haven't noticed yet. We promise to be we, even one by one…"

Erik's body floated. He was still firmly pressed on his bed, but the eternal part of himself seemed to rise above his tired flesh and hover at the beckoning of ButtaFly's mouth thousands of miles away.

"We promise to outsmart your mind. We promise to overlove your heart. We promise to echo over your voice. We promise you everything. Everything. All we ask."

An image formed in his mind.

Full lips. Feline eyes. Skin rich and dark and made for touching and deep kissing.

His hand slid to his manhood.

ButtaFly spun dreams, drums, and breakbeats, sounds and rhythms that kept him floating above himself even as he stroked a growing erection in his hand. He tried to create a more detailed rendering of what he imagined the DJ to look like, but as pre-cum beaded at the tip of his swollen glans, his brain substituted Devika's face and body as a placeholder and he ran with it.

He tugged hard on his dick, keeping a tight grip right under the ridge of his tip. He imagined Devika's ass wiggling as he slapped his dick on her ass cheeks. ButtaFly's music urged him on and when she spoke to her audience about the songs she was about to mix in next, he latched onto her voice and grunted hard.

"Fuck!"

His hand was slick and more pre-cum spilled onto his fingers.

"Fuck this dick!"

"You ready for more?"

The haunting track ButtaFly flooded his ears with dragged him to the edge. He jumped up and turned over on his bed. Grabbing his pillow, he jammed it under his waist and ground his dick on it, pumping his hips as his glutes flexed hard. Eyes squeezed shut he conjured up images of a shapely ass clapping loud because of his thrusts.

A disembodied voice had him humping his pillow, the casing growing damp from the amount of pre-cum he was shooting out from his sensitive tip. He jammed his right hand on top of his erection to create a tunnel, allowing him to pretend he was in ButtaFly's pussy. His hand was slippery and he pushed down on the pillow to get more friction. The music in his ears was made for fucking and he thrust harder imagining some tight pussy yanking on his dick as his balls pounded into a nice soft ass. She sounded like the type who could throw it back on him and make him cry because it was so good. He lost it then.

He yelled like he was knee-deep in gushy pussy.

His thighs grew taught and his orgasm rushed across his ass and up over his back and neck before any semen flooded all over his pillow and sheets. A long groan blew out from his throat as he rubbed out another smaller nut. His fingers touched the pillow. The whole thing was soaked and sticky.

Leaning on his thighs he threw his head back to stretch his neck.

The moment he got to M.I.T. he was going to look for that DJ. There was no way in hell she could make him cum like that and he not find out what she looked like. His dick was still hard, and she kept the music going. He reached for his cell and searched through some old files. He pulled one up.

Athena.

She allowed him to film her as he hit from the back while she held onto her bedroom dresser. He watched Athena's big titties hang down and bounce in the mirror as he pounded her pussy. Jacking off again he allowed the music in his ears to narrate the fucking he watched himself do on his phone. Cradling one overly full breast in his hand on film, he watched his video self cum inside of her, calling out her name as she released on his dick screaming his. His eager hand worked his dick on the bed, the hard strokes slowed down until his cum splashed all over his stomach. He fell back on the bed feeling wiped out.

During his lunch break the next day, he downloaded the book of poetry, ButtaFly shared from the previous night, and read the piece at least five times. The words resonated with him. And they did something else: reminded him of his purpose.

Inside the work labs at AccuTech, Erik studied the mock-ups of new guns and smart weapons. He toyed with experimenting with vibranium and creating sonic weapons.

"We promise to outsmart your mind."

The line of the poem came back to him.

Staring at the new gun design that Tony had posed with on the Forbes magazine cover, Erik thought of converting it and somehow using the properties of the vibranium on it. As he listened to the best weapons designers grapple with the Jericho X missile prototypes, Erik memorized what he saw so that he could sketch it out later in his apartment. He wanted to compare it to the designs he saw in his father's old journals. He asked to work on the Stark sonic canon, a non-lethal long-range acoustic device. Granted permission to do so, he studied how the LRADs could be modified with the ideas he had swimming in his head. He looked for cheap and easy ways to mass manufacture devices that could be shipped around the world undetected. But he had to figure out how much vibranium it would take to modify Stark's LRADs. He only had six months left to absorb all he could.

He stayed diligent with his work and Tony visited AccuTech often giving his thoughts on their progress. Stark was preoccupied with some politicians giving him grief, and also preparing for the new batch of summer interns. He stripped down the number of interns he would have from 100 to fifty. That meant it would be even more competitive. Summoned to Tony's Los Angeles office from Palos Verdes where he had been working, Erik stepped into the outer sanctum and found Devika speaking to some assistants from other higher-ups. She took one look at him and paused for a long time. He realized then that they hadn't seen one another for a couple of months, his time spent in Palos Verdes cutting off contact between them in person.

He was about to step into Tony's office, but she held up a hand signaling for him to wait. When the assistants left, she walked over to him.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi."

Her eyes stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.

"What?" he said feeling self-conscious.

"Something about you is different."

"How so?"

He sat on her desk.

"There's a swagger about you that is different…hmmm, more confident maybe?"

"When have I ever been less confident?"

"You look…good. Sophisticated."

Her eyes flitted away from his face. She was acting bashful all of a sudden.

"How's Wyatt?" he asked.

Her eyes regarded him carefully.

Wyatt was her new boyfriend, an older dude from Seattle she met at a mixer in Los Feliz.

"He's doing well. Thanks for asking."

He let his eyes linger on hers. She was still checking him out.

"He better be treating you like a Queen. Let me know if he doesn't," he said moving off of her desk and heading into Tony's office.

"Stevens. Good, we can get this intern stuff sorted. Come with me."

Tony swept past him and Erik followed. They only went around the corner from his office and into a mid-sized conference room. Pepper was inside the space along with two other executives Erik was not familiar with.

"Awesome, we can finish up now," Pepper said.

Tony and Erik took a seat at the end of the oval conference table facing a blank wall. Pepper handed them touchpads and turned on a floating screen.

"We've narrowed down applicants to just under three hundred. You need to choose who you want to be interviewed."

Erik and Tony scrolled CVs on the touchpads. So many names.

They painstakingly went through every CV, staring at applicant photos floating in front of them. Tony was open to Erik's suggestions, and this fact alone opened up the pool of applicants from ones Tony would've overlooked from his own biases. He tended to court favor with those from Ivy League schools and who had the same boring backgrounds. Mainly white and East Asian applicants who all did the shit that they thought would make them stand out. How many classically trained pianists/violinists who played La Crosse, Tennis, Chess, and water polo did one need? Sometimes too many extracurricular activities signaled a follower. A simp that did things not because they enjoyed it but because it padded their resume. He forced Tony to consider graduates from non-Ivy Leagues, those who did community-based work where they lived. More women applicants of color, especially Black and Latinx ones. He even suggested Tribal Colleges and lower-tiered public universities and colleges. He also mentioned looking at people who didn't have perfect Dean's Lists grades.

"I tell you what. I'll give you three weeks to open up the pool and bring in those types of potential interns you suggested. Pepper, give him access to the advertising bulletins," Tony said.

"That's cutting it close, Tony, we need to have interviews lined up and applicants chosen by the beginning of May."

Pepper and the other two Execs looked annoyed.

"Stevens can get it done. Give him the bulletins," Tony said, standing up.

Erik followed Tony out of the conference room.

"Let's go have lunch," Tony said.

Tony drove them to a restaurant in Pasadena. A small French café with excellent crepes filled with savory meats and sauces.

"Are you enjoying AccuTech?" Tony asked.

Erik nodded as he chewed a forkful of chicken masala crepes.

"I'm getting good reports about you. You've adjusted to the pace."

"It's cool. The LRAD work is right up my alley. That's what I'll study at school. Hands-on work will have me ahead of the curve."

"Grimaldo keeps hitting me up. He is ready for this re-match."

"I am too,"

"You sure you don't want me to bankroll you?"

"Nah."

"He tends to be at his best on his home turf."

"I'm good."

"Some things to know…"

A waiter brought over a glass of wine for Tony and sparkling water for Erik.

"We will be among a lot of royalty. I know you have excellent sartorial choices, but I need you to step up even more and have some formal clothing for at least a week—"

"A week? We'll be gone that long?"

"I'm making some business deals while I'm there, so work will be happening. You can use that time to work on the intern stuff. Pepper isn't coming with us, so I will slip you back into your old personal assistant role. She'll guide you from here. You'll need to be extra discreet while we are over there, and also be prepared for last-minute changes."

Erik ate his meal and listened.

"You sound kind of nervous," Erik said.

"Not nervous. This Jericho deal is very important and we'll be among some other industrialists and even some nefarious characters that want to see me fail. Things have to be tight and not attracting negative attention."

Erik nodded.

"I like the things you brought up at the intern meeting."

"Pepper and the others didn't sound so delighted."

"They'll get over it. It's why I put it in your hands for new outreach. Hey, are you sure about leaving for school after August?"

"Yeah. Gotta get that graduate degree."

"You should stay on at AccuTech."

Erik shook his head.

"M.I.T., Navy. That order."

Tony finished up his wine and glanced at his watch.

"Back to work," he said.

Erik stopped at Tony's office before picking up his car in the Stark garage. Devika was alone there, and her eyes seemed to light up when she saw him again.

"How was lunch?"

"Good. What do you want me to bring back from Monaco for you?"

"You don't have to bring me anything—"

"I want to."

"A t-shirt is cool-"

"T-shirt? That's so gauche. I'll bring you something classy."

"Don't spend a lot, Erik."

"I'll bring you back something that won't make your man jealous. How 'bout that?"

"Okay."

He smiled at her. The aroma of her perfume hit his nose suddenly and the scent took him back to her bedroom and the smell of her on his skin.

"I'm out," he said walking away quickly.

When his work was over for the day, he spread out on his bed nude and slipped on his earbuds.

"As-salaam 'alaykum, Beloved. Welcome to the Cosmic Café…"

Erik's muse took him away once more. Soothed his spirit. Steadied his mind.

He was ready for Monaco.

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fortune-fool02 · 4 years

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The Void

Dark Jonathan Joestar x female reader

Warnings: angst, possessive behaviour, manipulating

This was inspired by a conversation I had with the incredible @ymisiposts so please give her credit as well as I used some of her parts for this, mainly the role of the reader and the ending! Please enjoy.

Silent tears pricked her [Eye colour] orbs as she peered around the corner down the shadow engulfed corridor. Ice cold fear raked its ragged claws around her body and plucked at her nerves like a harp, her body shaking despite her best efforts to stop it.

Any trace of warmth or light had been snatched out of the air, leaving it hollow and dark, shadows thriving with life as a result, spreading their tendrils around the building like moss, consuming all in its path. Taking a shaky breath, she stepped forward, a skittish rabbit searching for the wolf that stalked her from within the shadows, wide fearful eyes alter for any movement that was not hers. Each step she took made the anxiety in her stomach twist more and more, a blade piercing through her with each step.

Her heart drummed against her chest, threatening to break out as she continued down the dark corridor. The silence was deafening, not a single sound could be heard. Her sears strained to detect any sound other than her own heart and the soft patter of rain against the windows. She could do this. She had to. Otherwise she will never escape his grasp, the chains he tangled her in that pulled her straight back to him.

How had she gotten tangled up in this dark web? He was so kind and sweet, an absolute delight to be around. Someone who could lift your spirits when you were feeling down and was always able to make her smile. Yet, it was just a front, a mask he had spent so long building and perfecting to fool the most guarded of people. Underneath the smiles, the bright eyes and the sweetness was something dark and twisted, lurking beneath the waves and waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. That moment being when he had his prize. Her.

Those warm arms that held her in a loving embrace were now a vice iron grip, keeping her from fleeing from him; the crushing hold of a boa constrictor, one that refused to let its prey escape. The sweet, kind words he would whisper to her crawling around her mind like spiders, running around and burrowing into her brain, making her question and doubt things she believed in wholly. And those eyes.... Those warm, soft eyes that once melted her heart and held a light to them that could surpass the stars themselves were now nothing like them. In their place were windows to a black void that seeked to drain every ounce of hope, joy and happiness from your soul, in place of his once soft beautiful eyes.

The man in this building, somewhere, was not the man she knew and loved. No, it was something else entirely. And that was why she needed to escape this God-forsaken place. The soft patter of rain against the windows grew heavier, almost desperate somehow, plucking at her nerves again. It was just rain, nothing else. Calm down, you need to think clearly if you want to escape, [Name] thought to herself. A cold shiver ran down her spine, the prickling feeling of eyes on her made her heart almost break through her ribs. Wide, [Eye colour] orbs darted around her, searching for the eyes upon her to find nothing but shadows, though the feeling remained.

Turning on her heel, she darted. Fear clouding her mind as it pumped through her veins. She needed to get out of this place, now! The rain fell harder against the windows, now accompanied by roaring thunder as if they were warning her, or trying to cover something else. In a momentary window of silence, she heard them. Those footsteps that did not belong to her approaching behind her. A new rush of adrenaline laced fear flooded through her like a river bursting its banks.

Tears pricked her eyes as she pushed herself, running as fast as she could until her lungs burned for oxygen but she didn’t dare stop. He would drag her back to that prison cell of a room or throw her into a cage like an animal.

“Darling, where are you running off to?” That sinister voice rung through her ears, igniting life to the icy fear inside of her. As she tried to reach the top of the staircase, a vice grip latched onto her arm, dragging her away from the stairs and slammed her against the wall. Pain shot up her spine and she cried from it.

“My dear, you tried to escape again, didn't you?” A soft, almost disappointed sigh slipped his lips. “I thought we discussed this the last time you tried to escape." His icy iron grip only tightened around her throat, pressing against her windpipe and slowly denying her the oxygen she needed.

"Pl-please.. Jojo.. D-don't.. This isn't you!! S-stop this, please! Come back.. Jojo.. C-come back..* The tears spilled from her [Eye colour] eyes, trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto his arm. Something flickered across his face at the sight of her tears, the raw fear radiating from her body like smoke from a fire.

"Look at you," His ice cold hand gently cups her face, titling her head to meet his piercing gaze."You're so delicate, so fragile....I love that look." He leaned closer to her face, almost admiring the fear in her eyes, "Please, let's hear a scream."

That intense fire and twisted admiration that burned in those eyes that were no longer his made her body tremble in utter terror, that sinister voice ringing loudly in her ears. "Please..." her voice was barely audible, hidden away by the utter terror. Her futile pleas only seemed to amuse him, his lips curling into a slight smirk as he feasted his eyes upon her cowering form.

Something flickered across those empty eyes, his muscles growing tense and stiff as if something was trying to flow through his blood, something that didn't belong there. His expression twisted, pain carving into it like stone as a groan slipped his lips. His hand darting up to his head, gripping onto his hair to claw at something beneath the flesh. "B-Be-loved!" That voice she had fallen in love with pressed against the surface of the sinister one, trying to reach through.

Her [Eye colour] eyes widened, tiny bits of hope she thought were extinguished igniting within them. "J-Jojo!" He fought the demon inside him, his voice mixed with that of the monster that had stared into her soul moments ago. She reached out to him, trembling hand desperately trying to save him from the shackles that held him captive in his own body.

His grip on her released, his hand shooting up to his head as growls bubbled in his throat. Sparks igniting in his eyes and fighting with all their might to remain there as he battled the darkness within his soul.

"P-Please...." Pain laced his voice, the light within him fighting to stay in control. "R-Run! I-I can't, AH!, h-hold him back...m-much longer!" Forcing his head down, his eyes wrenched shut in an attempt to resist against the screaming voice in his head, the overwhelming sense of darkness desperate trying to overtake his heart again. The sound of his voice made her flinch, his state of discomfort stabbing her insides and twisting her core in increasing anxiety. Burning tears fill her eyes at the sight of him, his cries reflecting his agony in a way that breaks her heart into a million pieces.

"I.. I can't just leave you..!" [Name] know his warnings weren’t for naught, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave him alone to fend for himself in the brutal battle within his mind. At her refusal to leave him, his head snapped up again. Eyes brimming with tears as the light in them flickered vigorously, one overcasting the other for only a second, unable to hold a solid grip on control.

"You must! H-He'll kill....y-you! He'll-" Another pained cry rips his lips, nails digging into his scalp as a darker tone spilled into his voice like oil in water. "I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING!" The distorting roar shattering the air around her and even the shadows themselves seemed to cower. The piercing sound erupting from her lover as well as the fright within her igniting into flames of utter horror forced her onto her feet in an instant. Her legs seem to be moving on their own as before she even knew it, they're desperately trying to carry her away from the monstrosity, her fear and adrenaline fuelling them. His agonising cries gradually become more and more distant, but they still echo around her head, slowly killing any remaining bits of hope as she desperately run away from the man she loved.

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Sleepless

Tim Drake X Reader

Tim, will not rest until he finds Y/N

Tim's P. O. V

Wearing my uniform without my cowl on. I walk into Bat-cave. Bruce, requesting to speak with me. I hope he's had luck on information on, Y/N's disappearance. I haven't slept in day's, I think? Maybe weeks? I feel dehydrated and exhausted, but I can't take a moment not looking for anything that could give me information on where she is. Y/N, disappeared 3 weeks ago. I can't stop feeling worry, loneliness and a wave of remorse. I should have been there to protect her. I have to find her. I can't rest until I have her back in my life. She makes me feel alive, she makes smile and she makes me laugh. She's so beautiful and kind. She drives me crazy sometimes because I can't stop thinking about her. She always made me take care of myself when I was consumed with work, patrol and the team. I always felt like something was missing in my life before I met her. I stop by the Bat-computer where Bruce sits on his chair. Please tell me the Batman has found something. I've been rethinking the night she disappeared every time I close my eyes. He spun in his chair looking at me. I feel my stomach aching for food. My body wanting to shut down. Though my love and need to find, Y/N is too important.

"have you found any information on, Y/N" please say something to give me hope

"you're not taking care of your--" I cut him off

"I have more pressing matters to worry with, than myself"

I'm being hostile and rude I know I should be grateful for his help. I can't grasp my temper and control it. He stood folding his arm's with a stern look on his face. Bruce, usually does but if feels more of disappointment. I feel, ashamed because not only have I disappointed my adopted dad, I'm scared I'll disappoint, Y/N.

"and how do you expect to save her when you are malnourished? If you continue to neglect yourself than you are in no way capable of partaking in patrol and saving, Y/N"

I snap back "I am not risking a moment to take care of myself when Y/N could be--" hurt more than likely, de--my gut turns into knots at, those worrying thoughts. I can't even say that word "I have to keep looking, Bruce"

He points to his chair with a stern look on his face "sit down" he demanded

I did as he said. I sit on his chair feeling relief in my legs. Bruce, opened the fridge that was by the Bat-computer. He grabbed a water bottle. I put my hand on my forehead. My head throbbing from a migraine starting to linger. I've been trying to fight. He opened the top of the bottle. I don't want to know how thirsty she is, how scared she must be. I doubt whomever had the nerve to take her away from me doesn't care about her well-being.

"Bruce, I-I-I" my brittle voice not allowing me to go on with my sentence without tears. I can't, I have to keep looking I'm wasting my time, what if she needs me right now? What if she only has a second before--

"drink the damn water, son" his voice was stern but caring

'Timmy, babe please don't torture yourself' I hear Y/N's voice say in my mind. I took the water bottle I drank the water gulping until I drank the entire bottle. I abruptly threw it in the trash can. I stood, I'm so angry. I should be able to find her! I should have never let us separate. This is all my fault. I feel my heart racing sweat dripping on my face.

"Tim"

"what?!" I snapped back at Bruce with a clinched jaw. I took a deep breath "I'm sorry I just am soo angry "

"I know"

"I-I am better than this! I'm the smartest person" I kicked the chair abruptly "but I can't even find the one person I love!"

I grip my hair taking a deep breath. I hear footsteps, my brother's. I took the elevator to the Manor. I open my bedroom door and went inside. I slam the door behind me. I plop on the bed. I rethink about those last moment's with her. We we're in Arkham, all the criminals were loose. We each separated to cover more ground. Afterwards each criminal was, accounted for. Then our coms went to static. I went to Y/N's tracker. I came to halting stop by the drop off for prisoners of the building. I only found her gear on the floor with blood. I ran test it was only her blood. No fingerprints, all the criminals were in their cell. I can't shake the feeling that she's in the most obvious place. I went back to Arkham in my Red-Robin uniform alone. When we were there the power was out so looking through the security cameras was not an option. By the time the back up generator began to come on, she was gone. I stood in the place we found her gear. I remember seeing her blood the gut wrenching feeling I have yet to shake. I shut my eye's I imagine, Y/N standing here. I walk to the window and wonder. Could someone have broken in, why would someone break into a prison? Someone must have used an outside man to get him out. Y/N, was in the way he knocked her out. I look out the window in the distance, those tire tracks are from a, S. W. A. T truck. I text, Jim asking if he has any missing vehicles.

-you're a smart kid where'd you find it? (Jim)

I feel my heart drop. Using my spy-contact's I look at the current account of Arkham inmates and compare to the night she disappeared. All criminals here the same night Y/N disappeared. I watch the security footage from the satellite Bruce had. I see the two men sneaking into the S. W. A. T car. I zoom in, Joker! Which means he got out put a different man in his place. A perfect cover. I watch the vehicle with Batman's satellite. Joker, pulled away from the security cameras. The other man in Joker's attire with his clown look. He went inside I look at the time. 1:30 o'clock Y/N's tracker went of at 1:35. I continued watching I see Joker dragging Y/N's unconscious body to the S. W. A. T vehicle. What has he done to her? I know what he did to Jason. I feel sick. I look for any reports of suspected Joker sightings. Nothing. I told Jim I needed to talk to 'Joker'. I'm doing this myself. He opened the cell

"you sure you want to do this kid? I can call, Batman"

I ignore Jim's worried statement. I stepped in seeing the man. Sitting on the chair in front of the table with a deck of cards. It took everything in me, not to strangle him for allowing Joker to escape and take, Y/N. I hear my intercom I ignored. I sat down on the chair in front of the table. Just has I suspected, not Joker. No belittling remarks, his demeanor of a sane man not of a sick psychopath and no laugh. I grabbed his collar with my hands. I lost it. My control to use my brain over my brawn.

"do you have any idea what you have done?! Where is he?! Where's Joker?!" I lifted him slamming him to the wall the white makeup wiping off his face "where is he?!" I demanded

I am not the strongest amongst the, Robin's. I almost always use my brain. Though my strength is serving well in this predicament.

"I-I ain't afraid of Y-you kid"

I move him away from the table and then slam him to the wall. I am better than this but I can't waste time.

"your trembling voice and trembling voice say otherwise. Where is he?!"

"I-I don't know"

I believe him. I let go of him he fell to the ground as the door opened. I see, Jim

"Joker's, escaped"

I step to leave I'm going to find her, I have to find her. Then I'm bringing her home and she'll never leave my sight again. I finally have a lead off. I can find out where Joker was, headed then I can find where he is and then I can find my girlfriend. I finally found the vehicle only painted as cliché circus colors. It was parked behind a old abandoned warehouse. I walk to the vehicle. The back chained shut. I use the lazer on my smart watch cutting it. I open it my heart breaks. Blood stains everywhere, old enough to pinpoint back to when she was captured. I feel sick, scared but my hope that she's alive. Is the only thing keeping me going. I snuck into the building through a broken window. I stood on the loft. I look down seeing, Y/N! Sitting on a chair. Her feet tied to the legs and her arms tied behind her back. I see, Joker with a crowbar. I jumped down. He laughed his evil laugh with his back arched.

"ha! Ha! Ha! Haha! Ha! Little red Bird-Y boy, we've been expecting you!"

"get the fuck away from her" I demanded

"ha! Ha! Ha! Lose the chance to break ya! Piece by piece until you--" I threw my batarang at him. He ricochet it with the crowbar

I grabbed my bow staff pushing the button expanding it. Joker, swung abruptly right. I block his blow with my staff. I push him before he could retaliate I abruptly poke the end of my bow staff at his chest. He stepped backwards. He laughs again. He then swings aiming at my head with his left arm. I arch my back. As my back is arched I swing my bow staff at his feet to cause him to fall. Joker, fell and swiftly stood.

"ha! Ha! Ha! Nice try little bird"

I hear something behind me, Batman. I take a silent breath of relief. I've been holding back because I'm so filled with rage. He hurt, Y/N he hurt someone who I love most in the world. I don't know how I'm going to heal with that anger, but I know with Y/N anything is possible.

"ha! Haha! Batsy, came along to play"

Out of respect, for my mentor as well as my only father figure and that Y/N needs me.

"he's all yours" I say to Bruce

I ran to her. I ran faster than I ever thought I was possible of running. Though I felt I couldn't run fast enough. My heart racing. First thing first untie her and get her medical attention. Let her heal before I kiss her deep enough to lead to more.

"ha! Haha! Run run has fast as you can--" I hear, Batman punch him. Better bat's than me. I honestly don't know if I can spare him much pain for what he did to Y/N

I quickly untie her as she cried. My heart drops to my gut. My breaths heavy I stutter under my breath holding my tears back.

"shhhh, it's OK you're OK, Y/N you're safe now, I'm here"

I look at Y/N's tightly shut eye's "H-how d-do you know my name" she fearfully questions

"Y/N" Please remember me "it's me, open your eye's. I promise you everything is OK"

She opens her eye's and sobs "T-Tim-my"

I gasp in relief. My heart jumps in relief I held her. She buried her face in my neck. She clinched onto my cape. She sobbed, racking her body. I began to cry that turned to sobs. I gently rock her side to side. She's really here, she's in my arm's. For the first time since she's been gone. I can breath with ease. I feel wholesome. I feel calm. I feel like I'm going to be OK. I have a reason to fall asleep.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" I choke on my sobs

She kisses my neck "shhhh, just hold me"

#batman #bruce wayne #batfam #tim drake #Joker #Missing #Missing Reader #OK I know Batman and Tim probably would have found Y/N a lot sooner but they didn't because I wanted more angst #Tim Drake needs help #Caring dad-bat #Bruce Wayne is a good parent #Angst #Worry #Arkham Asylum

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kjmsupremacist · 3 years

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!!!TEASER!! you know i can’t leave you alone (hyunjin/chan)

Hyunjin and Chan have lived for centuries together, letting the world pass them by. They’ve had to come up with creative ways to stave off their boredom. (Or: I saw the vampire stage for Thunderous and the Red Lights MV and ran with it.)

“Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love.”

—Carol Ann Duffy, Medusa

we’re halfway into september which means it is now officially spooky season. if you disagree you’re incorrect.

Characters: Hyunjin, Bang Chan

Genre: smut, vampires, established relationship, horror

Rating: Overall, explicit, but just teen and up for the teaser (tw for blood and injury)

Length: around 7.5k, but just 500 for the teaser (and if there’s enough interest i can always write a sequel!)

Projected Release Date: Saturday, September 18! [LINK HERE]

you can listen to the official playlist here!

ask if u wanna be on the taglist!

But when you live as long as Hyunjin has, the things you do not remember quickly begin to outweigh that which you do. It becomes noticeable, and when it first becomes significant, it matters a lot. Hyunjin has a vague recollection of that fear, the way it gripped him, the panic when he realized he had begun to lose pieces of his human life. But it’s only a shadow now—because now, the forgetting has gotten to the point where it has returned to not mattering anymore. A full circle. A snake that has eaten its own tail.

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tearsofthemis · 4 years

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Tears of Themis : Chapter 1 “Social Snobbery” Part 7 [Investigation Stage]

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▌Location- QingPing Restaurant

(Xia Yan doubts that this case was caused by accidental food poisoning since it’s suspicious that pesticides known to cause harm to humans would be found in a restaurant where people are eating and drinking. And to make things troublesome, the accused is adamant that this was caused by his own negligence.)

MC: “Then let’s start looking into the pesticide and how it made its way into the restaurant. Even if the incident happened two weeks ago, there should be residual powder left.”

Xia Yan: “Yeah, the pesticide used in the restaurant and the spring water that came in contact with it are our main focal points right now.” We were interrupted by a phone notification. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and checked the voice message Zuo Ran left me.

Zuo Ran (voice message): “The case isn’t as simple as we thought it would be. Pay close attention to Fang Yuan. Call me if you run into trouble.” MC: (Lawyer Zuo shares similar doubts in regards to the case, and now he’s also suspecting foul play from Fang Yuan?)

Zuo Ran: “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?”

The sound of Zuo Ran’s voice startled me. I only then realized that I had accidentally dialed his number - and a video call at that.

MC: “!!!” ~~~In call~~~

Zuo Ran:

“Wrong number?”

“Forget it, you don’t need to apologize. As long as you’re okay.”

“The study guides for the intermediate exams… did you mean to leave them at the law firm?”

“That’s fair, the books are heavy and a nuisance to carry around.”

“Ah, there’s no need to worry that the case investigation will hinder your study progress, I’ll help you organize the key topics and questions for the exam.”

“No need to thank me. I’ll let you get back to work.”

~~~End call~~~

(After Zuo Ran hung up, I pressed a hand to my chest and let out the breath that I was holding.)

Xia Yan: “That person just now, was he your boss? You seem scared of him, is he bullying you?” MC: “Not at all. Lawyer Zuo is our firm’s executive elite lawyer, and a senior of mine. He’s one of the best in the industry. Although he’s strict, he would never bully juniors such as myself.” Xia Yan: “Really?”

MC: “Yes, really.” Xia Yan: “If you say so. Regardless of whether it’s work or personal troubles, you can rely on me to help you. I’ll have you know, I’m quite impressive myself.” MC: “Of course, Mr. Most-Impressive-Detective!~”

~~~Investigation starts!~~~

▌ [Examine powder sachets and mug]

MC: “Hai O’Sen powdered beverage? I’ve heard that this company’s wellness supplements have been all the rage these past two years.”

Xia Yan: “Consuming four or five packets in one go is way past the daily limit; overconsumption of supplements is harmful to the body.” (Xia Yan and I both reached out to grab the sachets, and our fingers touched. His fingertips felt hot against the back of my hand. I looked at our hands, then turned to look at Xia Yan.)

Xia Yan: “...We’re still so in sync, it’s like our brains work as one. C-cough! Why do you think Mr. Fang would consume so many packets?”

MC: “Ah… XinRan did mention that Mr. Fang has heart issues…” (What’s wrong with Xia Yan? He jerked his hand back as if he had gotten an electric shock. I pondered on what Xia Yan said earlier, and we gradually fell back into work mode.)

MC: “I think Mr. Fang’s been consuming supplements as placebo effects.”

Xia Yan: “But there ought to be side effects to his health if he’s been drinking so much of it…”

▌ [Examine receipt stuck under ledge]

Xia Yan: “Ow…” MC: “What’s wrong?” Xia Yan: “I cut my hand. There’s a piece of paper stuck under the cabinet, so I was trying to pull it out. My hands are too big, I can’t seem to grab it.”

MC: “Ha.. I’m sorry I can’t help but… laugh!” Xia Yan: “Then, may I inquire of this all-mighty lawyer with small hands to retrieve it? Ah, be careful not to cut yourself as well.”

(I’ve rarely seen Xia Yan be this deflated, and it’s probably unprofessional of me to be joking with him while we were working. I knelt down, and with the help of the flashlight on Xia Yan’s cell phone, I tried to free the piece of paper.)

MC: “Hu… it’s difficult. I got it! It’s a receipt.”

Xia Yan: “The time of purchase was two weeks ago, on Thursday. The item purchased was Insect Repellent 330…”

MC: “It’s an industrial pesticide, you usually won’t be able to purchase this from the stores here.”

Xia Yan: “The receipt also has the payment information. We have the first and last four digits of the credit card used for the transaction, so we can find the person that purchased the pesticide.”

▌ [Examine spring water container]

MC: “This should be the spring water sourced from YunXia mountain. The filling date is recorded on the side here. The production date is the same date as the incident. This jug is the same one that was delivered to the restaurant two weeks ago.” Xia Yan: “The container’s opening is narrow since it is to be placed on top of a dispenser for drinking. In this case, a pump would be affixed to it in order to retrieve the spring water. The likelihood of accidentally contaminating the spring water would be very difficult.”

MC: “That means whoever is behind the incident must have done it with malice.”

Xia Yan: “It’s a shame that the water container has been scrubbed clean of any other clues or fingerprints.”

▌ [Examine front door lock]

MC: “The door employs a fingerprint lock, and the door itself is free from any signs of forced entry. If the narrative is that this was a case of sabotage, then the culprit isn’t just anyone looking to extort money, but maybe one of the restaurant’s employees?”

Xia Yan: “To be more specific, the culprit would be anyone with fingerprint access, not necessarily just the employees. The restaurant’s employees would share liability if anything went wrong in the first place, so they would face the risk of being laid off. Especially if it was discovered that there was foul play, they would most likely be the ones to shoulder the repercussions. Unless one of them holds a personal grudge against Mr. Fang, under regular circumstances, an employee would have little motive to try and sabotage their workplace.”

MC: “But who else would have fingerprint access? Even XinRan had to ring the doorbell to get in. And there’s no way Mr. Fang would try and ruin his own livelihood…”

(I mulled over the possible suspects as Xia Yan pulled out a tablet from his bag and plugged it into the finger scanner’s power connector.)

MC: “Are you trying to…?”

Xia Yan: “To find the other people with access, all we gotta do is check the fingerprint IDs registered.”

▌ [Examine the water pump on the shelf]

Xia Yan: “This must be the pump that they attach to the spring water container.” ▌ [Examine water pump’s nozzle]

Xia Yan: “Look, there’s some yellow crystallization on here.”

MC: “Is this the leftover residue from the pesticide after it had dissolved in the water?” Xia Yan: “The amount of crystallization implies that the concentration of the dissolved pesticide was very high. But of course, this would be one of many possibilities.” MC: “One of many possibilities… What if someone rubbed the pesticide all over the spout? We can’t eliminate that theory, either. Regardless, we can say with certainty that Mr. Fang was lying when he claimed that the water was accidentally contaminated.”

▌ [Examine prints on water pump]

MC: “If only I had brought magnetic powder to lift these latent prints off of the water pump, then we could confirm whether or not anyone tampered with it.” Xia Yan: “You mean this stuff?”

(Xia Yan pulled a small bag filled with a powdery substance out of his shirt pocket.)

MC: “Why would you carry that around?”

Xia Yan: “As a professional, I gotta make sure I have all the tools on hand. How could I not take my gear everywhere?”

(Xia Yan used the magnetic powder and lifted several prints from the water pump. We have no way to cross-reference them at the moment.)

▌ [Examine pesticide packet in the drawer]

Xia Yan: “This must be the pesticide that Mr. Fang sent his runner to buy. The convenience store receipt was kept with it. It reads that the time of purchase was two weeks ago on Monday.”

MC: “Mr. Fang is a meticulous person. If it were me, I would’ve tossed the receipt two days after purchase. It says here, Mr. Fang purchased… Bugger-Off. Wait that’s not right, I recall that this type of insecticide is harmless to humans.” Xia Yan: “Yeah, it’s harmless towards mammals, which makes it suitable for use in households with pets. That reminds me, you used to be extremely scared of cockroaches when we were little. What about now? Are you still scared?”

MC: “We can still be friends if you drop this subject right now.”

▌ [Examine blue powder by the wine rack]

MC: “That’s strange, why can’t we find any trace of the pesticide that they claim they used? It would be counterintuitive if they sprinkled it on the ground and then wiped it up soon after.” Xia Yan: “That’s something worth looking into… Eh? There, by the corner of the wine rack, there are some traces of it left.” MC: “Judging by the blue color of the powder, it looks like any other insecticide you can buy on the market.”

Xia Yan: “It may look like it, but after we perform a compound analysis, we’ll be able to say for certain.”

MC: “Y-you even have equipment for that with you?!”

(I looked all around to see where Xia Yan would hide bunsen burners and beakers, kind of hoping that he could pull them out of thin air like magic.)

Xia Yan: “You don’t have to stare at me so intensely… we won’t need to actually test it using a chemistry kit…” (Xia Yan pulled a palm-sized device out of his bag. It looked like some sort of electronic screen with a thin dropper attached to it.)

Xia Yan: “This is the D-type Rapid Composition Tester that I modified; it’s capable of detecting common compounds.” MC: “D-type, huh… does that mean there’s an A-type, B-type, C-type that came before it? I doubt that you studied hard in your bio-engineering program.”

Xia Yan: “Wrong again, I graduated from my Master’s program with high honor distinctions!”

~~~Investigation ends!~~~

(After we finished preliminary investigations around the restaurant, Xia Yan and I sat down and discussed what we found. Xia Yan also took this time to run tests on the yellow crystals found on the nozzle of the water pump, as well as the pesticide sampled near the wine rack. The fingerprints lifted from the body of the water pump was compared to the fingerprint IDs registered in the door lock. On closer investigation, we also managed to lift fingerprints from the Insect Repellent 330 receipt. Lines of data and formulas appeared on Xia Yan’s computer, but they all looked like mumbo jumbo to me. I turned my attention to the cut on the back of his hand as it was starting to swell as it bled.)

MC: “We should take care of that cut on your hand.”

(I pulled out a packet of alcohol wipes and tried to not disturb Xia Yan as he worked.)

Xia Yan: “A cut? Where?”

(He smiled when he saw that I was staring at his hand with worry.)

Xia Yan: “Ah, I would’ve forgotten about it if you hadn’t pointed it out.”

MC: “Why are men always so careless. The underside of that cabinet probably hasn’t been wiped down in years. What if your cut gets infected?” (I pulled his hand toward me, and before he could complain, I unwrapped the alcohol wipe and dabbed it on his cut. I blew on it as the alcohol evaporated.)

MC: “Hang tight, it might sting a little. It’s a good thing that I always keep these disposable wipes when I go out for investigations. I often use them to disinfect things.”

Xia Yan: “...” (Xia Yan stayed quiet for a long time, so I looked up to glance at him. A pink blush settled on his cheeks, and it made his amber eyes look brighter than usual.)

MC: “Y-you…” Xia Yan: “Ah.. Uh… I’ll remember it well. Next... time, I’ll be careful. I’ll make sure you won’t have to worry.” MC: “Okay, as a hotshot detective, you better keep your word.”

I smiled at Xia Yan, and he turned even redder. He awkwardly coughed and scrambled to change the subject.

Xia Yan: “More on the results, there’s something questionable about both the fingerprints and the pesticide.”

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《CREDIT》 Translator: @humi-and-co Editor: @hallowsivy 《未定事件簿》Tears of Themis is a 2020 Chinese otome game by 米哈游Mihoyo. All original credits go to 米哈游Mihoyo.

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