#hyunjin wolf au

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[14.23]

― pairing : Hyunjin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, smut, wolf au, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.172 ― notes : different day, different blog, but this one's still for @helav98

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

«Come on,» you whispered to yourself, clenching your teeth as if it would have made you reach even further, «damn these silver azaleas, growing in a place like this.» you mumbled, outraged at the herb’s natural habitat as you brushed with your middle finger the wild herbs growing on the edge of a cliff.

Therefore, there you were, partially laying above the void itself, as you stretched out as far as you could, hoping the rock that you were gripping to balance yourself would not shatter in a moment like that. You kept brushing silver azaleas’ leaves few more times until you settled for using magic.

«I’ll never make it like this.» you sighed, your eyes briefly flashing golden and suddenly, a small bunch of silver azaleas was finally in your hand.

However, your happiness did not last long; as soon as you touched the herbs, the rock under your hand suddenly shattered, leaving you to precipitate into the cliff.

At least, this is what should have happened.

The feeling of  a warm hand immediately gripping your wrist with a firm hold made you look up, just to see a boy with long, black hair staring back at you with eyes full of worry. He effortlessly picked you up, and for a second you wondered how  could he be so strong without using magic.

“He must be one of the shapeshifters,” you thought. You have studied about them: people born with the ability to shift into any animal they knew, irrevocably gaining their qualities – sight, hearing and strength, even while in human form. “Or one of the wolves”, you wondered, aware that a pack of wolves recently claimed the forest as their territory. 

«Ah! Thank you!» you cheerfully and proudly showed your small bouquet to the boy, still looking at you with concern. «These herbs have the stupid habit to grow in unusual places so I always have to-»

«Always? You always risk your life like that?» the boy’s deep and dumbfounded voice cut your sentence, and you stood up, brushing away dust and small grass blades from your skirt.

«I never risk my life.» you answered immediately, your hands on your hips. «I knew how to fly up eventually.» you spun on your heels with an amused giggle, heading towards the small basket few steps away from the two of you. It was as if you could feel the gears in the handsome boy’s head starting to move, processing the fact that you were a witch, and not a commoner.

«Anyways, thank you so much,» you turned around, now facing the boy which standing up, easily towered above you.

«Hyunjin.» he said, a small and polite smile on his lips.

«Hyunjin.» you repeated before introducing yourself as well, silently admitting that he was definitely handsome up close. «Well, I have to go. I have many other herbs to gather before sunset. For example, fire flake flowers-»

«Do you want some help?» Hyunjin interrupted you, and you fell silent. Help? You never had any help during your gathering sessions, and especially, how could he be helpful?

«Yes.» you immediately whispered, a strange pull you felt in your heart quickly pushed you to ignore your thoughts. You blamed the sunlight hitting your face for the blush that erupted on your cheeks as Hyunjin’s lips parted to frame a beautiful, happy smile.

«As I was saying!» you suddenly exclaimed, knowing that Hyunjin was aware of your sudden embarrassment, judging by his amused expression, «Fire flake flowers. They’re next.»

«Lead the way, Ma’am.» Hyunjin smiled with the hint of a playful bow, before gently taking the basket from your hands. «But let me carry this.» you let him, a shy smile painting your lips and silently thanking your fate for this meeting. You spent the afternoon roaming around with Hyunjin following you obediently, the two of you talking continuously.

At the mention you were a witch, he confessed that he was a wolf. «That’s cool.» you nodded, «I never had a wolf for a friend.»

«Who said we were friends?» Hyunjin playfully ruffled your hair, with a smile on his face. You spent the remaining of the afternoon explain some properties of the herbs you were picking up to Hyunjin, and if he was uninterested with your explanations, he never showed. Instead, he kept asking you questions, until the situation inevitably ended up with Hyunjin laughing at you because you got raisin on your hair. You sighed, as you brought as much hair you could in front of your face to examinate the amount of damage; eyes briefly flashing golden, you got rid of all the raisin, and Hyunjin immediately inched closer to your face.

«That’s cool.» he said, your noses almost touching as he was busy studying your eyes, now back on their original colour. «Do they always change colour?»

«Yes,» you smiled, placing your hands on his wide shoulders before gently pushing him back, your heart racing as if you had just climbed that cliff back up using your own strength. «they always do.» You turned around too quickly to notice that Hyunjin was looking at your figure with a soft smile on his lips and a faint trace of a blush on his cheeks.

«So… Goodnight?» Hyunjin tried, smiling as he offered you the basket full of herbs once you both made it safely in front of your house, the lanterns of the village illuminating the now dark ad moonless sky.

You nodded, thanking him again. «Be careful on your way home!» you told Hyunjin’s retreating figure as you were tightly grabbing the basket’s handles.

It was dark, the streets were illuminated just enough to see where you were walking but, you saw clearly as Hyunjin turned briefly towards you, answering with a wink as his eyes flashed in two different, bright colours: blue and golden.

Spring, sunny afternoons were your favourites; meditating with the wind gently dishevelling your hair was a feeling you loved, and so you sighed, closing your eyes, your soul at ease while you were sitting in a flower field. Tranquillity spreaded in your senses, and you honestly could have stayed there all afternoon, until the rustling leaves of the bushes on your left caught your attention. Eyes snapping open, you decided not to move your head in order not to appear too alarmed - it could have been anyone, opting to follow the unfolding situations with wary eyes.

All your resolution, however, melted into a thin nothing as soon as a large, big black wolf slowly walked out of his temporary hideout. Your head turned, and you locked gaze with his mismatched eyes.

“He has the same eyes as-”

«Hyunjin?» you quietly called out, unsure. You recalled Hyunjin’s eyes flashing with two different colours few nights earlier, but you were not sure about his wolf form because after all, you have never seen it before. The wolf gracefully lowered his head, as if he was gesturing the hint of a bow, and as soon as your eyes met his blue and gold ones, you felt once again that pull on your chest.

«I hope you weren’t try to scare me, puppy,» you smiled, before returning to your ministrations and closing your eyes once again, «it didn’t work.»

You heard the wolf whiff, perfectly aware that if he were in his human form, Hyunjin would have scoffed at you. The wolf slowly circled your apparently helpless frame, before plopping down next to you, his head gracefully resting on his paws. Hyunjin glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, and you glanced back, before erupting in soft giggles and reaching out with your hand to scratch him behind his ears.

You felt completely at ease, and you did not have to wonder about the reason why you felt the magic flowing in your soul growing powerful anytime he was close to you.

«Hyunjin,» you softly mumbled to the wolf which looked like he had fallen asleep. «Would you like to become my familiar?» Hyunjin’s bright eyes stared at you for few seconds, before he tapped on your thigh with his nose, and you immediately understood that it was his way of saying yes.

Later that afternoon, Hyunjin woke up from his nap with a flower crown made with yellow and blue flowers gracefully hanging from his black ears.

The next time you saw Hyunjin, you were stark naked. You were quietly bathing in the river when once again; he quietly walked out from the bushes in his wolf form. Looking up at him, you admired how intimidating and graceful he looked. Water reached barely around your breasts, so you leaned your arms in front of you, resting them on the grass in order to partially shield your naked chest. Truth was, you did not mind for Hyunjin to turn back in his human form and join you.

Hyunjin made his way towards you, and unexpectedly licked your left cheek, making you turn around while laughing.

«What was that for?» you asked, touching your cheek with your still wet hand, and he answered by plopping down on the grass in front of you, his head on his paws and his big, bright mismatched eyes burning into yours.

«So, Hyunjin, I’m curious,» you tilted your head before placing it on the palm of your hand. «are you hanging out with me because you’re my familiar, or because I’m your mate?» you saw the wolf’s eyes widen for a second, and you smiled, satisfied with yourself.

“So, I was not wrong.”  you thought. You spent few days searching anywhere and everywhere in your books if the relationship with your familiar was supposed to make you feel somehow enamoured, but you only found endless chapters about how powerful you should have felt.

The thing was: you felt powerful AND enamoured, but anytime Hyunjin was in his human form, thoughts about kissing his full lips constantly intruded your mind. Knowing few basic things about wolves, you quickly catched up.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you once again, and thanks to the streaming water slowly flowing around your frame, you started to doze off, until you felt Hyunjin’s nose insistently push your head to your side. Eyes falling open, you searched for any traces of something out of the ordinary towards the direction that he had pointed to, until you heard the noise of cracking bones, followed by a long sigh.

You turned around, confusion written all over your face, the wolf nowhere to be seen. Instead, Hyunjin was standing in the water, reaching out to your nicely folded clothes in order to steal one of your thin leather strings in order to tie up his hair into a half ponytail.

«Did that hurt?» you asked, focusing on his face and trying to ignore the fact that Hyunjin was standing stark naked next to you in the water.

His arm brushed yours, and you felt a spark running through your body. «It doesn’t.» he explained with a smile, «We don’t feel anything, it’s just noisy.» You nodded, somehow glad that he would not feel any pain while switching between his human and his wolf form. Hyunjin placed his elbows on the grass behind him, relaxing in the water with his head thrown back, and you took the opportunity to steal glances to his toned body.

«Oh, by the way,» as soon as Hyunjin turned his head towards you, you adverted your gaze impossibly quick, in order not to get caught ogling at his frame, «who did you call “puppy”, back then?» his hand moved quickly, gently but firmly grabbing your forearm and pulling you towards his body. You let Hyunjin easily manoeuvre you, so that now, you were standing in front of each other, your hands on his chest and his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, as he pulled you flush against his body. You blushed at sudden proximity, Hyunjin’s soft breath fanning your cheeks, the boy staring at you with an amused expression on his face.

«You are the puppy,» you teased him, driven by a wave of confidence which made you lock your gaze with him, and he scoffed in answer, hiding a smile while turning his head. Hyunjin leaned down, and with a sudden, abrupt move, he picked you up, his hands under your thighs. Your arms flew around his neck with a shriek, your legs tightly circling his slim waist. Your noses were almost touching; Hyunjin’s eyes once again burning into yours.

«I dare you,» he whispered, inching closer and you instinctively parted your lips, «say that again.»

«I said you’re a cute, little puppy.» you mumbled back, your eyes shifting between his lips and his eyes, your left hand caressing his nape, leaving wet trails in his hair.

Hyunjin scoffed, tightening his hold on your legs and immediately bucking his knees without any notice. His lips captured yours in the brief moment you were underwater, leaving you to wonder if it really happened as soon as he lifted you back up, his smug smile meeting your outraged shocked expression.

«Now that the “puppy” thing is settled, let’s move to the next topic. Remember that-» Hyunjin face inched closer again, but suddenly froze in his movement as your eyes flashed golden. «Release me.» he sighed, rolling his eyes. «I won’t do that again.» he added in a monotonous voice, noticing that you didn’t break the spell.

With a satisfied smile, your eyes flashed once again, and as soon as he was able to move, he turned your position around, so that your back was pressed against the rocky wall of the river.

«Remember that,» Hyunjin said, gradually inching closer to your lips, «Before I was your familiar, you already were my mate.»

«Do you ever shut up?» you mumbled, before connecting your lips together while tightly holding the hair on his nape.

Hyunjin’s kisses were passionate and rough, there was something almost feral in the way his teeth kept nibbling your skin and his lips constantly searching yours, as if you were the only grip to sanity he had.  Despite being underwater, Hyunjin’s hands travelling on your body felt like his touch was burning, leaving a path that instantly missed and longed for his passionate touch.

That afternoon, Hyunjin made love to you as your back was tightly pressed against the rocky wall, and water flowed all around you. Hyunjin’s thrusts were as passionate and as rough as his kisses, the water giving you both the sensation of him sliding even deeper in you, even if he completely bottomed out every time, just to pull away to leave you clenching around the tip of his length. You found out pretty quickly that your mate was indeed a tease, alternating between fast, hard strokes and slow and deep ones, sometimes even waiting for you to plead him not to stop, even if this meant Hyunjin smirking against your skin with his teeth clenched in order not to pound inside you at the pace he wanted to. Hyunjin placed his left hand on the edge of the wall, next to your shoulder, his right hand sliding on your waist to push you even further against his body, using the water as his advantage to manoeuvre you even better.

«Let me mark you,» Hyunjin’s strained voice reached your ears, somewhere between your shared moans, «please.» his plead was accompanied by a harsh thrust hitting the perfect place inside you and you jolted forward, hugging him closer to your frame with a loud whine. Hyunjin never stopped his movements, never giving you proper time to think about it – you would have said yes regardless of the situation, but as your eyes briefly met Hyunjin’s wolf ones, you nodded immediately.

His mismatched gold and blue eyes stared at you with love and a hint of desperation, before a small and relieved smile danced on his swollen lips. Hyunjin pushed you even further against the rocks as he stilled inside you, kissing the crook of your shoulder before biting on it.

You were his mate, now. Officially, irrevocably, for the rest of your lives. You felt his emotion flood in your soul, and you knew that it was the same for him. Feeling each other’s love, arousal and happiness was what triggered your orgasms, leaving you clenching with rapid sigh around your mate’s twitching length. Hyunjin was panting heavily, his forehead on your shoulder, holding you close even if he already slipped his now soft member out of you.

«Thank you.» he mumbled, and you softly caressed his hair, wetting it once again, as you tried to catch your breath, too.

«I would have said yes, regardless.» at your answer, you felt Hyunjin place a soft kiss on the mark e left, before inching back to look at your face.

«You’re stuck with me, now.» Hyunjin softly pinched your cheeks using both his hands, taking advantage of the fact that now you were standing up once again. You stared back in his still blue and golden eyes, watching carefully as they turned back to normal.

«Witches don’t have a way to mark a familiar, but we’ll settle for this.» balancing yourself on his shoulders, you softly kissed his forehead.

«Oi! Everyone! The watchdog came back!» you heard a boy joke, calling out for the rest of Hyunjin’s pack as soon as you entered their territory.

«Shut your mouth, Seungmin.» Hyunjin spat back immediately, and the other boy laughed loudly.

Hyunjin introduced you to his pack and their mates – which surprisingly enough were all witches, and they all kindly and cheerfully accepted you, glad that Hyunjin finally found his mate.

Changbin’s mate quickly explained you that the pack had been teasing him about being a witch’s familiar as soon as he came back home after he agreed to your proposal.

«They’d been calling him “puppy” for days now, poor one.» she added, shaking her head at the scene of the boys playfully teamed up and chasing Hyunjin, all of them in their wolf form.

«Puppy?» you repeated before giggling, and the girl smiled with a nod. «Well, but it’s true.» you added with a shrug, seeing Hyunjin freezing in his tracks to look at you, growling. You didn’t need to feel his emotion to know that in his human form, he would have said something along the lines of «Not you, too!», and the others stopped as well, some of them rolling on the floor in what resembled a laughter.

Hyunjin approached you quickly, and you giggled as you tried to hide behind Changbin’s mate. The black wolf was quick to prevent your action and pin you on the floor, preventing you from moving by placing one of his paws on the grass next to your head and the other one on your shoulder.

Hyunjin started to pepper your face with small, ticklish lips, ignoring your requests for a truce hidden between giggles.

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A dense smoky fog blankets the ground as you navigate through it, obscuring everything but the silhouette of barren trees in the distance. Their branches reach out like grasping fingers, lending an air of malevolence to the journey. It feels as though every element of the landscape is vying for a piece of your soul. 

The vampires, purportedly devoid of soul, remain unaffected by the eerie atmosphere. Jisung, however, betrays his unease by idly rubbing his amulet between his fingers. Though he maintains his stoic facade, a flicker of apprehension glimmers in his eyes as he catches your gaze. His smile is unfamiliar, lacking its usual warmth—it's akin to the polite nod given to a stranger who holds open a door.  

This isn't the Jisung you're accustomed to. 

Time is running short for Jisung. He's almost resigned to his fate, harboring a faint hope for a swift, painless end once this journey concludes. The prospect of returning home to face the slow decay of his essence over the remaining years weighs on him. 

Thoughts of his long-lost fiancée flit through his mind. He's yet to encounter her in his frequent visits to the afterlife, but perhaps he'll spend his eternity seeking her out instead of perpetually evading death. 

A tender glance at your stomach reveals his excitement at the thought of becoming an uncle. Even though he likely won't be around to see it happen, he finds comfort in knowing that your child will carry his legacy through their magical bloodline. Someday, they'll cross paths again. 

The dark aura emanating from the coyote demon casts a shadow over the group. The silence is difficult to tolerate in its absolute stillness. Wasn't this supposed to be the most dangerous part of the journey? Only a day ago, you were under siege by demons, yet now, on the brink of the final stretch, there's nothing. Certainly, if there were something in the distance, any one of the supernatural creatures on your sides would be able to detect it. 

Hyunjin listens to the crunch of twigs under his feet, lost in his thoughts. He ponders his mother's cryptic words, wondering if tonight will mark the loss of one of his brothers. Maybe even you. Hyunjin had grown incredibly fond of you, and you had earned his loyalty by rescuing him.

Hyunjin even entertains the idea that it should be him instead. Many uncertainties plague his mind. Returning to the mortal world has been a jarring experience, and true peace eludes him. Hyunjin wonders if he'll ever find any sort of peace, or if this perpetual unrest is his eternal atonement for past sins.

"Hold on, you see that?" Chan's voice breaks through Hyunjin's runaway train of thought, directing everyone's attention to a sudden clearing that appears before you, seemingly out of nowhere. The forest, dense and forbidding just moments ago, now yields to an expansive open space. The nearby sounds of water reach your ears, and squinting reveals the clearing's boundary—a cliff shrouded in thick fog. The archway formed by the bending trees at the cliff's edge invites them to peer beyond, where the natural sky seems to disappear. The impending sunrise has vanished from view, leaving behind a darkness that blankets the forest in a timeless haze. 

"This must be it, I can feel it." Santiago declares, drawing a deep breath as he surveys their surroundings, his senses on high alert despite his formidable power.  He didn't clue anyone else in on it, but he had a strange feeling that they were being followed the last hour of travel. When nobody else made note of it, he attributed it to the twisted curse of this place and let it go.

Is this Abysmora? Or does it lie beyond this mysterious veil of smoke? 

You wrap your arms around yourself tightly, a surge of nausea unsettling your stomach. 

"What did you say?" Chan's concerned voice breaks through your thoughts as he turns to check on you, his expression puzzled by a sound he thought he heard. 

"I didn't say anything," you reply, feeling perplexed. Had your thoughts accidentally slipped out aloud? 

"Weird. I could've sworn I heard something," Chan mutters, his brow furrowing in confusion. 

"Maybe your mind's playing tricks on you," Jisung suggests, joining the conversation. "I didn't hear anything either." 

Chan is still skeptical, approaching you with a frown. He squats down to press his ear against your stomach, and you allow the gesture, gently resting your hand on his head, the weight of the moment heavy amidst the strangeness of the situation. Standing up, he scans the group, finding no confirmation of his earlier perception. 

"Nobody else heard it?" he asks, met with shaking heads all around, including yours. 

"In Abysmora, believe only half of what you see and nothing you hear," Santiago advises, breaking the tension. "I don't wanna tempt Fate; she can be cynical. We have to pay the Coyote demon before we cross over."  You avoid eye contact as Santiago looks at you again, instead averting your eyes to the coyote demon close to the water. Somehow, your anger has shed it's skin to reveal your fragile hurt. You wonder why you aren't worthy of the truth from him, even now, after all you had accomplished.

The sight of your mysterious guide at the cliff's edge draws your attention like a moth to a flame. It hovers there, a few inches above the ground, an enigmatic presence, its form shrouded in shadow. Despite its lack of eyes, it seems to peer intently at the ground below, as if deciphering some hidden message written in the earth itself. The air around it crackles with an otherworldly energy, adding to its mystique as it stands sentinel at the edge of the abyss. 

"I'm sorry, pay him? With what?" Jisung's voice rings with alarm. 

"What do you think, my friend?" Santiago responds, unsheathing his knife. "Our life force." With determined steps, he approaches the coyote demon, and the rest of the group follows suit. It remains unfazed, its attention fixed firmly on the ground. You cling tighter to Chan, who slows to let you grip his arm. 

With a wave of its bony hand over the water's edge, a makeshift raft emerges from the foamy stream. It appears flimsy, like a discarded piece of construction material, hardly capable of supporting its own weight, let alone the rush of the rapids with you all atop it. Yet, it remains steady, held aloft by the coyote demon's power. Santiago steps forward first, slicing his palm and allowing blood to spill onto the demon's outstretched hand. Every drop is absorbed without a trace, prompting Felix to follow suit, eyeing the demon warily before adding his own sacrifice. Jisung, surprisingly, steps up next, his usually cautious demeanor overshadowed by the gravity of the situation. 

Hyunjin's turn comes next, and as you and Chan approach, a sense of dread begins to well up within you. The fear seems to seep from the ground itself, creeping up your legs and constricting your throat.   

Chan, hearing something again, looks down at you, his expression troubled. It's a sound he can't quite place, like a whisper in his mind, indecipherable yet unsettling. He blames it on Abysmora's influence, steeling himself against its effects as he watches Hyunjin make his offering. 

As you and Chan present your own blood sacrifices, the sting of the cut fades, replaced by a tingling sensation that signifies rapid healing. Chan pulls you close, whispering words of reassurance as he guides you onto the raft. "I think she's helping you," he murmurs, speaking of the unborn child you two share and her mysterious powers. You wish those powers could alleviate the nausea that still lingers, but as if in response to your wish, the sickness vanishes without a trace. 

Jisung's voice trembles with a mix of anxiety and bravado as he settles onto the raft. "How sure are we that we’re gonna survive this waterfall drop?" he asks, his words filled with a nervous energy. 

Santiago's response cuts through the tension. "You're asking the wrong questions," he declares cryptically.  “I’m still in a mortal body that has never been to Abysmora, about to go over a waterfall, what questions am I supposed to be asking right now?” 

Perched on the edge of uncertainty, you suppress a chuckle at Jisung's retort, stealing a glance at Felix, who struggles to conceal his amusement behind clenched lips. 

“The toll is paid.” 

With a final decree from the coyote demon, the atmosphere shifts. The ethereal guide dissolves into obsidian mist, and in an instant, the raft is swept into the rushing current. 

Chan's arms encircle you protectively as you bury your head in his chest. His embrace offers a semblance of security, though beneath the surface, fear lies in wait in his veins. It's not the fear of death that grips him, but the fear of loss—of you, of his brothers, Jisung; of the life he's only just begun to consider worth living. 

Chan yearns to utter words of comfort, to quell the storm raging within you. 

Casting a sidelong glance toward Hyunjin, he extends a tentative gesture of affection, seeking to bridge the chasm between them. Though initially stiff under the weight of fraternal embrace, Hyunjin gradually yields to Chan's touch. 

Across the raft, Felix's gaze meets Chan's in a quiet exchange. But before their unspoken bond can solidify, in an instant, the world tilts on its axis as the raft hurtles over the precipice, plunging into the yawning abyss below. 

For a heart-stopping moment, gravity claims dominion, and the sensation of free fall grips you all. The wind whips around you, snatching at your clothes, your hair, as you all hurtle downward into the void. 

But just as suddenly as it began, the vertiginous descent comes to a halt. The world around you seems to freeze, time itself holding its breath as the raft settles into the stillness of Abysmora's dark embrace.    "Fucking Hell—" Felix's expletive pierces the air, jolting you from your reverie. 

"Jisung, little witch, are you—" He begins to ask, worrying for the mortal passengers.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. You?" Jisung's voice wavers with the remnants of adrenaline. 

"I'm... still here," you manage, your voice a fragile whisper amidst the chaos that surrounds you. 

Chan's senses begin getting assaulted by a familiar itch—a primal instinct clawing at the edges of his consciousness.

Surely, he’s not going to turn? Not now? Not like this? 

The same inexplicable murmur tugs at Chan's senses once more, this time drawing his attention squarely to your stomach. An involuntary pang of tenderness wells up within him, a protective instinct he struggles to suppress. And for that second, perhaps two, he doesn't feel his monster trying to come up for air. With a will of its own, his gaze flits away, his jaw clenching with the effort to regain control. 

‘Abysmora is playing tricks on my mind,’ Chan reminds himself sternly, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of uncertainty. He grapples with the realization that, in this strange realm, he may not be able to shield you and his daughter as he wishes. 

But the memory of Amelia, her sacrifice, cuts through the haze of his thoughts like a knife to the heart. He can still feel her absence, a haunting guilt for the price paid for their survival. Chan's arms wrap tightly around himself, his fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket in a desperate attempt to anchor himself in the present, to get out of his own head, to banish the ghosts of the past that threaten to consume him. 

The raft creeps languidly through the dense, murky waters, now a deep, suffocating shade of purple that seems to swallow light rather than reflect it. The waters are calm, yet their opacity hints at untold depths and secrets submerged beneath. Small islets punctuate the expanse like broken teeth, each hosting clusters of weathered gravestones that stand as silent keepers of forgotten lives. Some stones are cloaked in a dense mantle of moss, their inscriptions eroded by time, while others lean precariously, half-engulfed by the encroaching, swamp-like embrace of the water.

The air itself seems to congeal around you, infected with a sense of despair and decay. 

As the raft drifts aimlessly, a disturbing ambiance pervades, heightened by the mist that clings to every surface, weaving through the air like the breath of the isle itself. This mist carries with it an odor so foul, a blend of rotting flesh, sulfur and damp, decayed wood, that it assaults the senses, a physical manifestation of the corruption that seeps from the very soil of this place. 

“Oh God, I- I don’t feel good–” Jisung body convulses slightly as he heaves over the side of the raft, expelling a noxious, black substance—a memory of his earlier possession. The sight is disturbingly out of place against the backdrop of unnatural stillness that surrounds you. He coughs violently, a raw, hacking sound that seems too loud in the oppressive silence, wiping his mouth with a shaky hand, his expression one of revulsion and deep unease.

He speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, but it's clear the very air of Abysmora is anathema to him, a venom to his senses.  “I can’t…I don’t think I can be here very long.”    "I don’t think any of us can…” Felix's voice carries his concern, tasting the bitterness of the venom in his mouth, something he hasn't felt in a long time. Swallowing becomes a chore as the acrid taste spreads, worsening his already noticeable thirst. He keeps his discomfort to himself, knowing his brothers need him now more than ever. Despite the absence of the Full Moon tonight, Abysmora's sky holds no celestial bodies, just an endless void stretching upward into an unseen realm. 

“Where’s Santiago?”     The question of Santiago's whereabouts lingers, as you survey the desolate landscape. Memories of the heated argument with him resurface his words cutting deep. Could he have abandoned the group at the gate, his duty fulfilled by merely delivering you to Abysmora? The worry eats at you, the fear that your past conflicts might have jeopardized the journey for everyone, with no guide to navigate the treacherous unknown ahead. 

None of you have any experience in Abysmora, a daunting realization. It's a frightening thought, to be on an even playing field with some of the strongest creatures you’ve come to know, and all the while carrying your first child.    In truth, Hyunjin has rejected the idea of forming an alliance with Santiago for some time, ever since he inadvertently overheard the conversation back at Lysandra's. Despite the pressing need to focus on capturing Santiago after the Blood Bloom, time constraints forced the brothers to prioritize other tasks. However, with Santiago's sudden disappearance, urgency seeps into their thoughts, amplifying their concerns.    Finally, the raft nudges against the mainland with a soft, almost imperceptible thud, coming to rest at the edge of a larger isle. Here, the tombs are more imposing, grander in their decay, arranged in a deliberate circle that borders the perimeter.

These larger mausoleums and monuments loom like giants, their shadows casting long, dark fingers across the ground as if to welcome—or warn—any who dare to trespass. It feels even heavier here, if possible, threaded with a history of sorrow and darkness that permeates the very ground upon which you’re about to stand.

"No time to figure it out," Chan declares, rising to his feet, his actions prompting the others to follow suit. Stepping onto the mainland, he extends a hand to assist you ashore. Meanwhile, Hyunjin swiftly rips off and repurposes the hood of his jacket into a makeshift mask, covering Jisung's nose and mouth for protection.    “There you are!” Santiago turns the corner of a mausoleum and lays eyes on you.  He seems out of breath, worked up as he shakes his head, catching up with everyone.  

And yet, despite his outward appearance of concern, there’s a flicker of something in his eyes that doesn’t quite match his urgency—a subtle shift in demeanor that leaves you feeling uneasy in his presence.  You hadn’t felt this just moments earlier getting on the raft with him.  

“How did we get separated?” Santiago asks. 

You are the first to answer, unaware of the suspicions of everyone else and just relieved to see another familiar face again.  Though, that nagging doubt gnaws at your mind, whispering of the questions surrounding his sudden reappearance.   

You wonder if Abysmora is playing mind tricks on you too? 

“No idea, but we’re all here, Jisung’s getting sick, we’ve gotta get the Blood Bloom and get out of here.”  You look around, “But where is it?”    "In there." Santiago's gesture directs your attention to a towering statue of a knight, its sword thrust upward toward the darkened sky. "It's always inside the tomb of the One, the very first of our kind." Santiago approaches the statue, touching it with reverence, in a way that strikes you as odd, because it’s as if he hasn’t seen it before, and Santiago said he had taken prior trips to Abysmora, albeit via other routes. 

He must know what the tomb of the “One” looks like? Right?

Muttering under his breath in an unfamiliar tongue, Santiago circles the statue, his intent clear as he seeks a means of entry. 

Felix, ever perceptive, senses a subtle shift in Santiago's aura. Vampires as ancient as he can detect things far beyond micro expressions in mortal faces, no matter what’s wearing the skin.  It’s how they can tell when something isn’t exactly human, or when mortals lie. Yet, this time, something feels different. Is Santiago under some form of influence? What drives him to lead them into the depths of this tomb? He hears the spells the archdemon chants but doesn’t recognize the tongue. 

"Where did you land?" Felix's inquiry interrupts Santiago's prayer, prompting him to refocus his attention. As you join in the search, kneeling amidst the moist earth, the ground squirms with repulsive creatures disturbed from their slumber by your intrusion. 

 "Land?" Santiago straightens up, his confusion evident. "I just woke up behind that grave," he gestures toward a nearby tomb. "I have no idea what happened." His explanation is abruptly interrupted by Jisung's retching, the soul of this environment taking its toll on him once more. As Jisung lifts his makeshift mask to expel another bout of black, putrid vomit onto the soil, Santiago's attention remains fixated on unlocking the tomb's secrets. 

Hyunjin, growing impatient, voices his concern, stepping back to avoid the splatter onto his shoes with a lifted brow. "Can't you do something about him? We can't exactly conjure." 

"It's my bloodline—" Jisung's words are punctuated by another fit of dry heaving. "I can't—my body—" 

You spring into action, rushing to Jisung's side with mounting worry. His suffering raises questions about the influence of this place, and you fear for the well-being of his soul. 

"Jisung, tell me what to do," you plead, desperation clear in your voice as he struggles for breath. But Jisung, consumed by his own distress, cannot offer guidance. With trembling hands, you place your palm against his stomach, channeling an unfamiliar power in a desperate attempt to alleviate his suffering. As your energy flows into his body, Jisung convulses one last time before finding his breath returning in ragged gasps. 

Santiago stays oblivious to the commotion around him, his concentration fixed on the statue, lost in prayer with closed eyes. Meanwhile, Hyunjin's attention wavers as he catches the scent of blood emanating from your ear, a telltale sign of overuse of your conjure. His sudden cough startles you, drawing curious glances from his brothers as he hurriedly wipes his nose, trying to conceal his reaction. The scent reaches Felix next, prompting you to check yourself, and your fingers come away stained with blood. Panic sets in as you hastily wipe your neck with your hoodie sleeve, inadvertently spreading the stain further into the fabric.   

You’ve made it so much worse, and you don’t even know it.      "This can't be what I think it is," Chan says as he uncovers something amidst the infested soil. He holds up a fragment that appears to be from a golden beret, the gold melted over one of the encased jewels, evidence of a failed attempt at destruction. "Do you see this or am I imagining things?"    Felix's heart races as he snatches the fragment from his brother's hand, his senses heightened to every sound, every scent around him. "This is it, this is... I have no doubt," he declares, his voice tight with apprehension. He turns to Hyunjin, whose eyes are fixed on the cursed fragment a few feet away. But instead of their usual crystal blue, they shimmer with a bright amber hue, a telltale sign of a loss of control. Hyunjin shuts his eyes tightly, fighting against the onslaught of disturbing images flooding his mind. He feels the creeping sensation of tiny toothed imps devouring his flesh in the depths of Purgatory, a sensation he fights against with every fiber of his being. Is it the curse or is it just him? 

Passing the fragment to Chan, Felix approaches Hyunjin; and he gently shakes his younger brother from his trance, their eyes meet, and Felix is struck by the vulnerability in those familiar baby blues, a contrast to the centuries of resilience he's come to expect. 

"Brother, what’s—how do you feel?" Felix's voice is soft, a rare tenderness breaking through his usual stoicism. He sees the innocence in Hyunjin once more, a vulnerable human amidst the vast expanse of their immortal existence. 

“Afraid, brother,” Hyunjin confesses, his voice laced with raw emotion. He blinks back the bitterness in his eyes, unable to maintain the eye contact with Felix. “I can’t go through this again. I–I can’t, I’ll die, Felix. I’ll die first.”    Felix's voice cuts through the chaos, gentle yet firm, as he addresses his brother. "Hey now," he begins, his words carrying a sense of his own certainty, a vow to himself amidst the uncertainty surrounding them. 

"I’ll die before you go through that again." 

Hyunjin meets Felix's gaze, feeling a rush of emotions within him. Even that has become foreign after being gone for so long; feeling emotions he'd forgotten the weight of. In that moment of silent connection, he senses the weight of their bond, built over countless centuries of shared trials and unspoken understanding. Despite the shadows of their tumultuous past looming over them, Hyunjin finds safety in the unwavering intensity of Felix's gaze, a silent promise of protection and support. This rediscovered depth in their relationship speaks volumes, highlighting the profound significance they both place on each other's well-being. 

━━━━━━━━   The tension in the room is filled with anger and resentment as Chan confronts his younger brother, his voice echoing off the stone walls. Hyunjin's defiance matches his elder sibling's intensity, his eyes ablaze with righteous fury. 

"Are you mad, brother?! You're in bloodlust!" Chan's words cut through the air like a whip, each syllable dripping with disbelief and frustration. He can't comprehend Hyunjin's actions, can't fathom the depths of his rage. 

"Now you've killed her son?! Amelia's brother?!" Chan's accusation hangs in the air, a damning indictment of Hyunjin's actions. 

"Did her mother not take our parents from us first?!" Hyunjin's retort is sharp, laced with bitterness and grief. To him, his actions are justified, a reckoning for the injustices inflicted upon their family. 

But Chan's anger simmers, threatening to boil over as he struggles to contain his emotions. With a roar of frustration, he hurls a nearby chair against the wall, the sound of splintering wood punctuating the heated exchange. 

"Those were my parents too," Chan's voice is raw with emotion, his eyes flashing with a mix of pain and fury. "Do you not think me furious as well? Do you doubt that I too, want to drink from their hearts and watch them fall to my feet?!" 

Hyunjin stands his ground, undeterred by his brother's outburst. He remains unshaken, fueled by a burning desire for justice. 

"Yes, Christophe, I do!" Hyunjin's words are a challenge, a testament to his unwavering conviction. "I doubt you want to do anything more than run with your tail between your legs, defending a traitorous witch, the very daughter of the woman who murdered our parents!" 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the closed door, Amelia stands frozen, her hand hovering over the doorknob. A cool hand touches her shoulder, and she turns to find Felix by her side. His silent guidance urges her to stay back, to let the brothers work through their grievances without interference. 

As they move a few steps away from the door, Amelia embraces him, softly crying into the fabric of his blouse. Felix's thoughts churn with concern. The arguments between his brothers have become more frequent, fueled by Hyunjin's growing impatience and resentment. His thirst for vengeance risks engulfing him, driving them to move twice in the last four months alone. 

Felix knows Hyunjin cannot be contained, his actions driven by a primal need for retribution. Yet, despite his own fury towards Amelia's family, he understands the futility of their situation. They are newborn vampires--outnumbered, outmatched, and outsmarted without a plan. 

But what troubles Felix the most is Chan's hesitance, his reluctance to act. And as they stand in silence, away from the fight unfolding on the other side of the door, Felix can't shake the feeling that something is amiss, something he can't quite put his finger on… 

   ━━━━━━━━  

"Santiago," Chan's voice cuts through the tension, his gaze fixed on the archdemon who is still engrossed in his task. With each passing moment, Santiago's words grow more rapid, fueled by a sense of passion that borders on obsession. Chan moves closer, reaching out to get Santiago's attention. "Santiago, hey–" 

The statue begins to shift, its movement accompanied by the harsh scraping of rock and the unsettling rumble of the earth beneath their feet. Hissing echoes around you as the creatures in the soil turn aggressive, some leaping into the air with fangs bared. Hyunjin reacts swiftly, his movements a blur as he dispatches several of the creatures with deadly precision. 

"Protect this at all costs," Chan's command is clear and direct as he locks eyes with you, a brief flash of amber in his gaze before he blinks it away. He presses the beret fragment into your hand, urging you to keep it safe. 

“Come on, hurry!” Santiago hurries down the stairs into the tomb.  You tuck the fragment into your bra and the rest of you have no time to think, and you follow behind, risking the chance that being in the tomb of the very first demon in creation would be safer than being on Abysmora's grounds, exposed. 

If there was anything lurking in this strange place, they certainly know they have unwelcome visitors now.    Jisung's condition noticeably improves as the darkness envelops them, the sickness that had plagued him fading into the blackness. Yet, amidst the near pitch-black surroundings, a distant blue glow emanates from a room at the far end of the underground tunnel. Backed by a surge of adrenaline, you act swiftly, your fingers darting like arrows to ignite the sconces along the walls. Each flame catches, casting a blue hue that bathes the chamber in its glow.    As the dim blue glow from the sconces barely penetrates the darkness, Jisung finds himself momentarily awed by your ingenuity. But any sense of accomplishment is swiftly overshadowed by the atmosphere closing in around you. The tomb of the first demon ever to exist feels suffocating, each breath tainted by the heavy, musty scent of centuries past. With each inhale, Jisung's heart flutters nervously.    In an attempt to summon his conjure to navigate the path ahead, Jisung encounters an unexpected resistance, as though an invisible force is constricting his abilities. A dryness creeps into his mouth, he can’t be powerless yet?! How is this possible?! You were able to light the way without hesitation.  

"Now what?" You whisper, your voice barely audible over the silence. Turning to seek guidance from Santiago, you find him vanished once more. 

"What the–" 

"Little witch, we can’t trust him," Felix's voice cuts through the darkness, his hand pulling you closer to the rough stone wall for protection. 

"But he said–" 

"It doesn’t matter what he’s said," Felix's tone is firm, his words tinged with urgency. "We can’t trust him." 

With no other options available, Hyunjin strides ahead, his figure disappearing into the hallway, with Jisung following closely behind. There is no turning back now, no room for hesitation. You’ve come too far to retreat, your only choice is to press onward.  The confines of the tomb seem to be closing in on Chan, the primal instincts of his wolf beginning to overwhelm him. Sensing the impending shift, he knows he must act quickly, not willing to risk losing control in such close quarters, especially with you nearby. 

With a determined step backward, Chan starts to unzip his hoodie, preparing for the inevitable transformation. His voice carries a note of urgency as he speaks to Felix, his brother, and you. "Felix, you and little witch go on ahead with the others. I’ll catch up with you soon." 

Felix puts his arm around your shoulders and obeys his elder brother’s command. 

As Chan's metamorphosis reverberates through the ancient confines of the tomb, each sinewy shift heralds the awakening of primordial forces. A chill snakes down your spine at the power unleashed, but with Felix's presence guiding you onward, there's little room for fear, only purpose. 

Stepping into the chamber's heart, you feel a lack of control, like you've stepped into public in the nude. This feeling sticks to you as if you're an insect on fly paper, the discomfort follows you. Your gaze is drawn to the raised platform, where a mummified figure cradles a flower in its desiccated grasp. Against the backdrop of darkness, the bloom's vibrant hues stand in defiance, its petals swirling in an ethereal dance.  On the opposite end, Jisung stands watchful, his focus unwavering as he hovers over the coffin. Bathed in the soft azure glow of the chandelier above, the scene unfolds like a tableau of strange beauty, casting shadows that dance across the chamber's walls. 

Your breath catches as you draw near, the allure of the flower irresistible. Its petals, delicate yet sinuous, seem to pulse with a life of their own, their crimson hue a vivid sign of its unearthly vitality. And at the heart, a pool of crimson gleams with luminescence, a symbol of the bloom's power. 

"This is it," you murmur, your voice a mere whisper amidst the hallowed silence of the tomb. "The Blood Bloom." 

Jisung's brows furrow in disbelief, his head shaking in denial. “The legend I remember said it grows in the soil of Abysmora…”    Despite his hesitance, he leans forward, sensing the same energy that grips you both.  

As a sudden stillness envelops the chamber, Jisung's instincts flare, a warning pulsing through his veins. With a sense of alarm, he whirls around, calling out for his missing companions. "Felix? Hyunjin?" His voice echoes off the stone walls, met only by silence. 

Your palms grow clammy, fear prickling at the nape of your neck. "What's happening? What's wrong?" you stammer.    "Oh look, you found it!"     Santiago's voice cuts through the tension, his arrival heralded by a sense of impending doom. Panic floods your veins as you instinctively back away, only to be ensnared by a vice-like grip from behind. Your breath catches in your throat, your thoughts racing to the safety of your unborn child, as fear tightens its grip on your heart. 

"H-Hyunjin..." The name escapes your lips in a breathless whisper, finally realizing the scent. Your body tenses, every nerve on edge as you struggle to keep your composure. 

Before Jisung can react, Felix is upon him, his strength overwhelming as he wrestles the younger man into submission. You look to Santiago, the sight before you twisting your stomach into knots. His head lolls to the side with a sickening crack, a grotesque contortion of flesh and bone. As his eyes roll back into his skull, his skin begins to slough off like molten wax, revealing a smaller, naked figure beneath. 

This new form is like something out of a nightmare, its skin slick with a viscous substance that oozes and drips. The creature's features are twisted and deformed, elongated limbs and sharp, angular joints giving it a disturbed appearance. Its eyes, once human, now gleam with a endless black, reflecting the depths of its sinister nature. 

As the demon's gaze fixes upon you, a shiver runs down your spine, fear gripping you with icy fingers. As Jisung struggles against Felix's overpowering grip, his frustration mounts with each futile attempt to break free. Heat radiates from his palms, a manifestation of his inner turmoil, but it's as if an invisible barrier stifles his efforts, rendering his conjure useless. 

“The audacity only a Han would have, trying to use your conjure here, now don’t you know better? Then again, you want to die, don’t you?” The demon's voice drips with malice, taunting Jisung with cruel words. 

Jisung refuses to dignify the demon's words with a response, his jaw clenched tight in defiance. Beneath his poker face, a sort of fear dances in his eyes. The demon's insight and access into his psyche unnerves him, exposing vulnerabilities he'd rather keep hidden. 

“I have a name, you know.” The demon's grin widens, revealing a mouth lined with jagged, razor-sharp teeth. “Do you want to know it?” 

“Oliver,” you breathe, the name escaping your lips like a curse, triggering a flood of memories from your night terrors that you'd rather forget.  "She's smart, isn't she?" Oliver's voice drips with malicious intent, each word laced with venomous glee. The knowledge that you know his name seems to egg on his perverse joy, a sickening trophy of the power he holds over you, a feeling he rarely gets to feel in his own existence. In the dimly lit chamber, his grin casts twisted shadows across the walls.   

As your gaze darts nervously around the room, searching for any sign of escape, the sound of sloshing footsteps draws your attention to another presence lurking in the shadows. With a sickening lurch of your stomach, you realize that you're not alone, the presence of another demon sending a wave of fear over you. 

The unnamed demon drags a large and furry form into the chamber, its tortured cries echoing off the walls as it's callously thrown against the unforgiving stone. Your heart sinks in your chest at the sight. 

"NO!" Your voice rings out in a desperate plea, the words torn from your throat in a frantic rush. "Hyunjin, let go of me! Stop! This isn't you! That's your brother! Felix! Felix, it's me! Y/N! You're stronger than this! All of you are!" But your cries fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the cruel laughter of the demons that surround you. 

"Chan—Chan, please," you plead, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos unfolding around you. Exhausted and defeated, you sink to the ground, your body wracked with sobs as despair threatens to eat you alive and spit you back out with no remorse.    "Y/N, stop," Jisung's voice cuts through the noise, his tone firm as he locks eyes with you from across the room. His gaze speaks volumes, silently urging you to quell your desperate pleas. In this moment of peril, communication is reduced to silent exchanges, a shared understanding passing between you both. 

With a deep breath, you stifle your cries, recognizing the urgency of the situation. Any hope of escape hinges on maintaining composure, lest you risk losing control of your conjure before it can be wielded as a weapon against your captors. 

Exhausted and defeated, you offer no resistance as Hyunjin releases his grip, allowing your body to crumple to the ground. His derisive laughter rings in your ears.    Meanwhile, Oliver's attention drifts to the Blood Bloom, his excitement obvious as he revels in the discovery.     “They really found it, the Blood Bloom!” His voice echoes through the chamber, a frenzied tirade of anticipation as he fixates on the object of his obsession. But his excitement is short-lived, abruptly cut off by a sudden surge of malice directed at the lesser demon. 

"What are you waiting for?! Bring the Mistress!" Oliver commands, his impatience boiling over as he demands action. With a hurried nod, the lesser demon scurries away, his footsteps fading into the distance as he disappears into the darkness. 

Lying on the dirt-covered brick floor, you succumb to silent tears, the weight of anguish pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. With jittery hands, you crawl forward, the distance between you and the wolf reduced to mere inches. As you nestle your face into the coarse fur of the muzzle, a gentle warmth caresses you, soothing the raw edges of your fractured spirit. 

Suddenly, in the darkness, amidst the faint scent of earths and decay, you feel it—a tender brush against your nose, followed by two more delicate licks. Slowly, you open your eyes, greeted by the shimmering gold orbs of the wolf before you. It's a curious sight, this peculiar hue, but within those luminous windows to his soul, you find an unexpected solace—a glimmer of Chan's inherent spirit shining through.    You continue to feign distress, your sobs a desperate symphony masking the turmoil within. Each movement is calculated, every tremor carefully choreographed to draw attention away from your clandestine actions. Your fingers venture into the wolf's mouth, inching closer to the razor-sharp teeth that threaten to sever skin from bone. 

As your wrist hovers over the waiting fangs, fear coils in the pit of your stomach, a visceral reminder of the perilous dance you've chosen to partake in. But you steel yourself against the rising tide of panic, a vow echoing in the recesses of your mind.     You'll fight tooth and nail, even if it means staring death in the face, for you know that within the pits of Hell lies the flickering ember of hope. 

With a nod of assent, Chan's lip twitches in acknowledgment, a fleeting moment of connection. As he closes his jaws with painstaking care, the taste of blood blooms in his mouth, on his tongue, along his gums. Through gritted teeth, you endure the searing pain.    Jisung's mind races as he formulates a plan to wrest control from the clutches of Oliver. With each passing second, the grip of the demon's influence tightens around the minds of Felix and Hyunjin, reducing them to mere marionettes in this macabre play. 

"Felix," Jisung breathes, barely audible in the hushed chamber, "Can you hear me?" 

The vice-like hold tightens, and Felix's response echoes through the silence.  

"Loud and clear, mate," he replies, the words filled with a predatory glee that reminds Jisung of exactly how different they really are from one another when it comes down to being factory reset to pure instinct. 

‘Shit’. A curse punctuates Jisung's thoughts; reaching them in this state seems impossible. Oliver's conjure has rewritten their essence, transforming them into instruments of darkness. To break this unholy connection, the source needs to be severed, and at this moment, Oliver stands as the puppeteer, feeble or not. 

As Chan discreetly drinks from you in his wolf form, Jisung's mind churns with frustration, the invisible chains of restraint still boggling him. 'If he has me restrained, there must be a physical block somewhere' he muses, a spark of realization flickering to life amidst the darkness. 'So how is he doing it? Where is it?' 

A sweeping glance around the chamber reveals the answer, hidden in plain sight. The talismans, hanging down from the ropes strung along the ceiling, catch Jisung's attention. They're no ordinary charms; they bear the unmistakable markings of Korean origin, Bujeok, but warped and twisted into a perversion of their intended purpose.  

These were crafted with him in mind, designed to stifle his magic and render him powerless. 

'Bingo'    He knows what he must do to break free from Oliver's grip, to reclaim control and turn the tide of this deadly game.   Jisung's words slice through the air with a cunning edge as he probes for weaknesses in Oliver's facade. "Possessing the minds of vampires is light work, what’d you do, a blood bind of some sort?" he questions, his tone dripping with sarcasm. 

Oliver's response is swift, a mixture of amusement and hubris. "Well, aren’t you an arrogant little witch?" he retorts, unknowingly stepping right into Jisung's trap. "Demons do more than blood bind to have others do our bidding." 

A smirk plays at the corners of Jisung's lips as he goads Oliver further. "I guess you haven’t figured out how to get a Han to do your bidding though, so you had to use these guys," he gestures disdainfully toward the vampire restraining him. "I mean, I get it though, you don’t look capable of doing it yourself." 

You listen with bated breath, the cool touch of the earth grounding you while Chan's watchful eyes mirror your own tenacity. 

With calculated steps, Oliver descends from the platform, each movement purposeful and deliberate. A glint of steel catches the dim light as he approaches Jisung. As the blade he wields grazes Jisung's cheek, a thin rivulet of blood appears, tracing a crimson path down his face. Oliver steps back, grinning while Felix looms ominously behind Jisung. 

In a mocking tone, Oliver scoffs, "Miss Edith couldn't care less about the likes of you." 

Despite the threat at his neck, Jisung remains steadfast, his gaze averted from Felix's predatory presence. "You're a bad liar," he counters, a beacon of defiance in the face of imminent danger. 

Oliver's smirk fades into a scowl. "I'll have your best friend drain you dry until you're nothing but a lifeless husk." 

Jisung's laughter rings out, carrying a hint of madness. “Yeah, but then you’ll have a mighty angry vampire that can conjure on your hands, and how will you handle that? Oh fuck, you can’t--”  

“You’ll just piss off your Mistress, and I get the feeling that’s a habit of yours—what was your name again?”    The demon's rage is evident, his fists clenched at his sides as he discards the knife, the sound of its impact echoing through the chamber as it hits the ground. His bluff has been called; a demon under another's command lacks the authority to make unilateral decisions, especially ones as significant as ending the lives of captives. Captives that they’ve taken the time to carefully ward against. 

For reasons unknown, they need him alive, at least for the time being. 

"You'll regret this," Oliver seethes, his departure swift as he hurries to investigate the delay in the other demon's return, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the chamber.   Hyunjin stands frozen, his gaze vacant, like a puppet abandoned by its puppeteer. Felix, unmoving, maintains his vice-like hold around Jisung, his thoughts seemingly distant despite his physical grasp.  

With resolve sparking in your weary eyes, you snatch up the knife, ready to act. 

"Little witch, hurry," Jisung urges, his voice barely above a whisper, directing your attention to the talismans hanging from the ceiling. "Cut them down—they're sapping our power."  You swiftly ascend the stone platforms, a strength from an unknown place guiding your every move as you slice through the ropes with the knife. With each talisman that falls, dissipating into wisps of blue smoke, a surge of hope fills the air. Chan, his wolf form a blur, disappears into the darkness, tracking the demons' elusive trail. Your focus wavers momentarily, but Jisung's urgent plea snaps you back to the task at hand. 

"No time, keep going!" he insists, spurring you onward. With steady hands, you continue your circuit around the room, severing the final ropes. Jisung, eyes closed in concentration, channels his purifying energy, causing Felix to recoil and collapse, overcome by the searing sensation of his blood boiling under his skin. As Jisung kneels beside the fallen vampire, a grimly determined spirit, unflinching and serious, settles over him. 

Frustration tinges his voice as he assesses the situation. “Fuck, they’re in deep.” 

You wave your hand in front of Hyunjin’s face but he doesn’t even blink.  “What can we do?” 

"Nothing, yet. We've gotta kill that bastard first." Jisung replies, scanning the room for any signs of their next move. Striding over to the mummified corpse, he delivers a swift kick to the wooden coffin, and you wince, splintering it open. With practiced efficiency, he breaks off a jagged piece of wood, handing it to you before keeping one for himself. 

“But if we have to protect ourselves,” He gestures to the two vampires, “This is the only chance we’ve got.” 

You gaze at the stake in your hand, horror coursing through you at the thought of wielding it against those who have become your kin, your protectors. 

"Listen," Jisung's voice breaks through your turmoil, his tone resolute as he senses your hesitation. “If their souls get away from us again, I can’t help to get ‘em back.  Death is a mercy, but it’s our last resort.”

You agree, though as you look at your friends, lost and locked inside of themselves, you wonder if you’ll follow through with such a promise if the moment were to ever present itself.    Retreating toward the coffin, your gaze fixates on the flower delicately held within its grasp. Without much thought, or perhaps with thought you aren't conscious of, you extend your hand, fingers brushing against the petals, taking it into your grasp. Half-expecting the tomb to quake and crumble around you, like a scene ripped from the pages of a thrilling adventure, you're startled when the chamber remains still. 

"In my dream they wanted to stop us from getting this, I don't know why," you assert, locking eyes with Jisung, an unquenchable fire burning bright within you as you secure the flower in your pocket. "The odds are now in our favor." 

You dart down the corridor, Jisung hot on your heels, fueled by your sudden fearlessness. As the cavern splits into two diverging paths, you and Jisung find yourselves back to back, each scanning for a sign of which route to take. 

Jisung's senses, honed by experience, detect a pulsating energy emanating from the right tunnel. He purposefully directs you away from it, "Go Left!" he calls out to you, his voice echoing down the corridor like a solemn decree. Without a moment's hesitation, you veer down the opposite path, placing your trust in his keen intuition as he forges ahead toward the heart of the mysterious power. In the glow of his flickering flames, Jisung continues on, his back pressed against the unyielding stone walls, each step plunging him deeper, and he can feel himself descending, guided by the flames in his palm, taxing his magick as a necessary means of sight...  You creep, as light as you can on your feet down the hall, and though you don’t sense much, you feel like you’re moving towards something, someone important. A thought crosses you, and you recognize the feeling from before, when you could sense Chan's presence.  You're just not sure how the honing mechanism works in your body. You come to a stop, straining your ears in the silence to hear anything.  How could a place so evil be so silent? Maybe that was a part of its sinister nature, you’re in a constant state of paranoia, questioning everything you encounter.  

That’s when you hear it.    A cacophony reaches your ears—a wet, slurping noise interspersed with sharp cracks and snaps. Despite the unease creeping over you, you find yourself moving forward anyway, your feet carrying you around the corner even as your instincts scream at you to flee. 

As you round the bend, the sounds abruptly cease, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. With shaky hands, you summon a burst of flame, its flickering light casting shadows across the room. You shield your eyes from the sudden brightness, snapping your fingers again to maintain control over the fire with an extended palm, its glow offering a glimpse of the scene before you. 

With a sigh of relief, you realize it is Chan, still in his wolf form, perched atop the body beneath him, methodically tearing away its limbs. Despite the gruesome scene before you, you don't recoil in horror. Instead, a strange understanding dawns upon you—a glimpse into Chan's cryptic intentions. He's systematically dismembering the body.   Catapulted into action, you scour the area until your eyes land on a discarded plank embedded with rusted nails. You don't carry natural nightvision like he does. With a snap of your fingers, flames dance along its surface, casting a flickering glow that barely illuminates the chamber. You hope, to be able to talk about how much you've improved with Jisung once you're all out of this mess. To thank him for everything's he's done for you to get this far with your conjure. Armed with a knife of strangely high quality, the one Oliver had dropped earlier, you set to work, slicing through the demon's flesh with surprising ease. It’s as if its appendages were made of gelatinous cartilage rather than solid muscle. 

With a final, resolute stroke, you lock gazes with Chan, something primitive passing between you two. Taking a deep breath, you shift your focus to the grisly sight before you: the half-mauled neck upon which Chan still labors. You issue a directive, "The leg," you command, indicating the limb lying closest to you. You direct Chan to the leg on your side, trading places to continue the task. You hack away at the remaining flesh of the neck until the head is brutally separated from its body. As the final blow lands, the detached leg collapses to the ground with a sickening thud as the wolf by your side finishes alongside you. 

Chan nudges your wrist, smearing your hoodie sleeve with the dark ichor of the fallen demon. Bewildered, you meet his gaze. "What's wrong?" 

The massive black wolf pads over to the plank, its end nears the final embers of its burn. With a sagacious air, he settles down, resting his head upon his paws. You nod in silent comprehension, scrambling to your feet and surveying the room for flammable materials. Hastily, you gather anything combustible, stacking them in the center of the chamber—a rickety wooden stool, dusty tomes whose contents held no value, and any other debris within reach. 

Chan prowls around the scattered body parts, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, and you begin to deduce the demon isn’t gone yet.  "Let's go," you command, stepping backward as Chan joins you at the entrance. With a steady focus, you close your eyes, channeling the power within you. In an explosion of heat and light, flames engulf the chamber, forming a barrier that forces you to retreat, the intensity making you stumble and fall to the ground. Though the flames lick at your skin, they do not scorch, leaving you breathless as you gaze at your hands.    How did you just do that?!    A sharp itch on your forearm draws your attention, prompting you to hastily roll up your sleeve. To your astonishment, you find a series of canine tooth marks left by Chan's earlier bite, unhealed, the crescent pattern etched into your flesh. Frustration bubbles within you as you scratch at the irritated skin, rising to your feet just as the flames begin to dwindle.

"Fuck, Chan, what is this?" you demand, only to find Jisung's figure illuminated by the dying embers, his eyes glinting an unnatural complete black in the dim light.  He grins wickedly as he snatches your wrist tightly, looking down at the bite. “I don’t know, looks pretty bad though.”  Before you can react, he painfully twists your wrist, and darkness consumes you, consciousness slipping away as you collapse into oblivion. 

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Chap 6: Snooze. (Wolf hybrid Jisung x fem reader)

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🔞Contains smut❣🔞

This is part of my Han Jisung & Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader hybrids au.

Hybrids!Au Masterlist Chap1 here

Learn More about the characters here

“Are you okay?” Jisung asks, checking on your trembling hands as your tears fall over them. “He hates me.” You say, unable to look at him, and Jisung scoffs. “No, he doesn't.” He says, checking your arms too.

“Y/n.” He calls, squating a bit so you look into his eyes. “He was just worried, and jealous.” He tells you in a soothing voice and you sniff as more tears fall down, making him chuckle at how cute you look. “Ah...” He says, picking you up to make you sit on the porch's railing. “I know his feelings. He'll be fine after a walk.” He says, but you're not so sure about that.

“You know... This is the second fight I got into tonight.” He tells you, trying to distract you from what just happened, and you sniff again and wipe some of your tears. “You got into a fight?” You ask as you sob a little, and he bites back a smile. “Mhm.” He says. Sweetely combing your hair back with his fingers to see your face better. “You fought Channie?” You guess and he nods. “Did you win?” You keep asking, making him scoff. “Of course I won. He's a city wolf.” He says with a smug smile on his face, making you chuckle softly.

“We're okay now though.” He tells you. Wipping the few tears left on your cheeks with his thumb. “Yeah, you looked all cute when I opened that door and you were laughing together.” You say, then you feel the tears coming again. “It had been such a long time since I saw you that happy around other people.” You say, making him chuckle again. “Ah, what's going on?” He asks as more tears fall down your cheeks suddenly.

“Y/n, I'm very happy.” He says, doing his best to carefully wipe all of them. “I just don't like people in general, not even hybrids. I don't like strangers.” He says. “But I love you.” He pecks your lips. “And... Hyunjinnie is not that bad.” He says and you dramatically gasp, making him laugh. “Yeah, yeah. I said that.” He says, and you finally chuckle again before the thought of Hyunjin growling at you earlier comes back to your head. “Ah, I shouldn't have brought him up.” He says after seeing your sad face appear again, and you smile softly. “I'm sorry. I was just thinking...” You sigh. “I'm just hoping I can talk to him tomorrow.” You say, and he nods, caressing your face with the back of his hand.

“Sung-ah.” You call him. “Mhm?” He answers. “Thank you for loving me.” You say. “I really love you too.” You tell him, making his heart skip a beat as he blushes lightly. “Mhm.” He says, too shy now to look in your eyes, and you chuckle softly, taking a better look at him. “You look so cute right now.” You say, taking a dry leaf and some spider web off his hair.

“It grew a lot.” You tell him as you comb his fringe out of his face with your fingers. “Should I give you a haircut tomorrow?” You ask, but his head is somewhere else. He holds your hand, taking it out of the way to kiss you, and you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

His hands on your thighs now. “Let's go to bed.” He tells you, noticing how cold your legs are, and you pout at him. “Wait, I want to stay for a bit.” You say, a bit wary of going back to your room to avoid thinking of Hyunjin. “You're freezing.” He says, stepping back a bit so you can get down the railing, but you pull him closer again. “You're warm enough for both of us.” You tell him, hiding your arms on his chest. “You're literally just wearing a shirt, Y/n.” He nags at you, then he just picks you up, and you reluctantly allow him to take you inside. After all, Jisung has always been really good at making you forget hurtful stuff.

“At least let's watch a movie while you warm up if you don't want to sleep.” He says, leaving you on the sofa and handing you a blanket. Your heart flutters a bit seeing him like that. He would always behave just like a cute puppy not that long ago. Following you everywhere and only wanting your attention. No matter what else was going on in your life, how tired you were. He just wanted to play. But he's changed a lot. Now he really sees you.

“Stop pouting.” He chuckles. “You were freezing cold.” He says. “Well, stop nagging and come cuddle me.” You simply say, lying down a bit, and he happily takes his place between your legs. “So you're not mad at me?” He asks with puppy eyes. His fluffy tail waggling. You shake your head and he nuzzles your cheek, making you chuckle at how cute he is. Maybe he hasn't changed that much after all. “Were you worried about me getting angry cause you took me inside?” You ask him petting his head, and he nods. “Mhm. I thought I'd be sleeping down here all alone today.” He says, and you chuckle. “Nah, not tonight. I missed you too much while I was away.” You tell him, and he shyly hides on the crook of your neck. “I missed you too.” He says, his voice all muffled cause he's still hidding. He kinda smells after the night hunting and the fight with Chan, but that only makes his natural scent stronger, and you're feeling all kinds of ways about it. Cause your heart is fluttering at how deeply you love him, but you're also getting incredibly horny. Even more so having his body weighting on yours just in the right places.

You gulp down some saliva as your throat dries thinking about him. He stops moving completely for a second, and his ears twitch. Can he hear your heart racing? It skips a beat as you feel him getting hard against your heat, and another as he moves again, sitting up just enough to see your blushing face.

He scoffs before a cocky smile draws on his face, and he bites his lower lip as he leans over to meet your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, that makes your whole body ache for him.

You pull from his joggers, hinting that you want them out of the way, and he distractedly pulls them down, just enough for him to slide inside of you. You moan softly as he stretches your walls. His breath heavier as he tries so hard to keep in line. “Baby...” You call him in a needy tone, and he chuckles softly, resting his head on the crook of your neck again. “I'm going crazy.” He says, and you bite back a smile and peck his cheek. “It's okay baby, you know I don't mind you being rough.” You try and soothe him, and he scoffs. “Seriously... You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this just today... You smell so fucking good, y/n...” He says and a sweet chill runs through your body. “Then why are you not fucking me?” You ask before meeting his lips again. You know how dangerous having sex with him can get when heat hormones are involved, but tonight you really just don't care. You've missed him too much. “I've been waiting too...” You tell him, moving your hips a bit. His hands grasping on that sofa, leaving dents on it. “God, y/n...” He says, trying to hold onto his last bit of sanity. “I really don't want to hurt you tonight.” He confesses, and your heart hurts for him. “You won't.” You cup his face on your hands so he'll look at you. He takes a deep breath and you nod and meet his lips again. “I'm sorry. I was being selfish.” You apologize and he pouts. “Should we just kiss for now, then?” You ask, and he nods, leaning over to meet your lips. He rests some of his body weight on you while you make out, and you don't know exactly why but feeling how heavy he actually is makes your heart beat faster. “Are you okay?” He asks, a bit confused about your heartbeat, but you don't even know how to explain what's going on, so you just kiss him again, and you do so until his body is ready to listen to his brain.

His hands on your thighs now, sweetely caressing your skin. His cute lips all red and puffy after all those kisses. His breath a bit more steady. You take his hand and guide it to your tits, making him squeeze, and his dick twitches inside you. “Baby...” You call him between kisses, and he nods and thrusts into you a couple times, very slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him. You bite on your lips, so aroused after all that touching and kissing that you could come just like this. “Please...” You beg, and he groans before picking up the pace a little.

“God, you're so fucking big...” You say, and he scoffs and pecks your forehead, nose and lips. “You keep saying stuff while sounding like that and it'll get even bigger.” He tells you before pecking your lips once again, making you blush lightly just at the thought of it.

Your hands grasping on his hair as he bites on your neck and tits. It kinda hurts, but it feels amazing too. “Faster...” You whine softly, and he meets your lips, picking up the pace once again. “Sung-ah...” You moan, making his dick even harder. He grunts. His hips moving on their own for a second, thrusting into you so harshly. “Sorry... I-I'm sorry.” He apologizes, but he can't control it anymore. You smell too god, you sound heavengly, and you feel too fucking amazing wrapped around his cock. He just can't take it. “No... It's good...” You manage to say. “It's really good.” You tell him, meeting his lips. Moaning in the kiss as some pleasure tears fall down your face while reaching your high. And seeing you melting under him like that is just too much for him. “Y/n...” He calls you. “Mhm, cum inside me, baby.” You tell him, sweetely cupping his face with your hand. “Ah... fuck...” He groans grasping on the sofa's fabric as he cums.

You meet his lips before he collapses over you, resting his head on your shoulder as his shaky breath fans on your neck and you try to catch on your breath. “Are you okay?” He asks you, and you turn your head a bit to see his face. “Mhm~.” You say, and he smiles. Making you chuckle at how cute he looks. “Are you happy?” You ask him. His hair sticking on his face cause of the sweat. “Mhm, I'm very happy.” He says as you comb his hair back a bit, and you just feel the urge to kiss him again. His ears twitching before he suddenly sits up. “W-What?” You ask, following his eyes to the top of the stairs. “I think your friend woke up.” He says, and your heart stops for what it feels like a minute. “Oh god...” You say, sitting up too.

“What..? Oh... Did you forget your friend was here?” He asks as you frantically look around until you spot the blanket he threw at you earlier. “Let's just go to bed.” You tell him as you blush, pulling from the blanket that's under his butt to cover yourself, and he confusedly follows you upstairs. You can feel his seed dripping down your thighs as you walk up those stairs. God, you can't believe you completely forgot about her. Did she really just heard all of that? Like, it doesn't matter, right? She already knows you're dating Jisung, but... It's kinda embarassing too having her hearing you moaning like that...

He gets in the room after you, closing the door behind him. “It's okay, master. I think she fell asleep again.” He tells you, but suddenly you don't care about that anymore. Your eyes are fixed now on your messy bed with your messy clothes on it, and now you're totally aware of why you didn't want to come back to your room.

You sigh, picking up your shirt from where Hyunjin left it as Jisung silently watches you. You still don't understand why he was so mad at you. Was he jealous again? Maybe you should have stayed with him and just wait for Jisung to come upstairs, but your body was moving by its own will when you rushed to check on him. You're sure it would have done the same for Hyunjin if he was the one missing and howling in the woods. But he probably wouldn't believe you even if you told him that. And you don't blame him either. “Y/n...” Jisung calls you, carefully taking the shirt from your hands to toss it away. “It's been a long night.” He says, sweetely caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “Stop torturing yourself.” He says before pecking your nose, and you bite your lower lip trying not to cry. “I... I'm scared about him not coming back.” You say, and Jisung chuckles softly. “Love...” He chuckles again. “He'll be back by tomorrow.” He says, pulling you into a hug. He feels so helpless right now though. “What can I do to make you feel better?” He asks, pouting a bit, and you squeeze him tighter as you think about it. “Maybe help me wash up and cuddle me to sleep?” You ask, looking at him, and he softly smiles and nods before meeting your lips.

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✑ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 @parkhabits , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 2011 𝙼𝚃𝚅 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏. 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ~♡

[6] IᖇᖇEᐯEᖇᔕIᗷᒪE

Yesterday's conversation left a bad taste in my mouth. Hyunjin's hard-headed, sure, but not stupid. Not stupid enough, he'd go to the Bexfail Woods by himself. In truth, I'm probably overreacting, but he didn't respond to my good night text. The least he could've done was send me a voice note. I arrived at his doorstep his mother had already taken off to work, and her car was missing from the driveway. With my spear key, I unlock the front door, shutting it behind me.

Unlacing my shoes, I place mine adjacent to his muddied ones. Standing corrected, I curse under my breath, whispering his name up the stairway knocking on his bedroom door. "Hyunjin? Jinnie?"

It creeks open. Inside, his quiet snores left his parted lips. His back faced my direction as I walked closer. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I reach for his shoulder, shaking him gently.

"Not again, c'mon...." I huff, shaking his shoulder a bit harder. Still no response.

I lift my legs over either side of him, jumping up and down. He slightly groans beneath me, shifting his body.

"Jinnie wake your ass up!"

He finally sits up, hooking his hands behind my knees and snatching me forward. I'm pulled close as his tousled bedhead, and puffy eyes squint back at me while I straddle his lap.

He flips me on my back with ease hovering over me as he smirks like the Cheshire Cat. "G'morning to you too, Ankle Biter."

Bypassing the school entrance, the halls were stark. Not a single student was in sight. All Hyunjin and I were worried about was school security. Navigating the hallways, we dodged two out of the four main security guards. But once we rounded a corner past the gym we got cut off in both directions. The last two security guards were closing in on us fast.

Hyunjin whips his head around for a place to hide. "Fuck, they're getting closer."

I gesture to the sports closet on the far end across from the gym. "In here!"

I shove him inside as the door clicked closed. Boxes of supplies and equipment crammed what little space we had. Dim light slips through the small window above the back wall.

"I.N. knows we're here." I message to reply. "It won't be long before he comes and get us."

Hyunjin steadied the backs of his hands, palms flat against the door on either side of my head nodding. His broad chest clung to his t-shirt just inches from my face. This wasn't the same Hyunjin from before the accident. He was slender and yet more muscular than your average teenager. How did he physically change this much in so little time?

The thumping of my heart fills my ears at our proximity. I'm almost certain he can hear it. Hyunjin inhales the shared air between us, awkward silence filling the gaps. It was like 8th grade seven minutes in heaven came back to haunt us.

"You okay Lei?" He deeply asks leaning down to my ear level. His body caging me more. "You're heart's beating kinda fast."

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, heh, just nervous we'll get caught."

Hyunjin's breathing became short and shallow before I heard the bell dismissing students from class. The sounds of them migrating to their next classes give the appropriate green light for a safe exit.

I reach out to jiggle the door handle. It swings open to I.N. falling to the floor.

"Way to make an entrance love birds." He picks himself up, looking at us crazily. "Next time warn me first before I walk in on your make-out session, 'kay?"

Hyunjin sucks his teeth as I punch I.N. on his arm. "Not funny dipshit."

Glancing back at the inside of the closet door there are claw marks where Hyunjin's hands were. My brows scrunch, perplexed at the sight.

"Leilani hurry up." Hyunjin calls from in front.

There's no point pondering. "I'm comin', I'm comin'."

To our convenience, Hyunjin and I have AP Chemistry today. So does San. There, sitting in the middle row, to the left of my seat. San gives a small smile while he narrowed his eyes at Hyunjin. Hyunjin held firm to his pinched expression back at him.

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[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

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♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

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☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

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♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

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♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

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◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

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◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

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♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

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ot7

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◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

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☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

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♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

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♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

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♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

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♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

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◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

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♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i <3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

#kpop fic recs #seventeen fic recs #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #seungcheol fic #seungcheol smut #mingyu fic #mingyu smut #seventeen x reader #svt fic #svt smut #stray kids fic recs #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #ot8 x reader #poly skz #bts fic recs #bts fic #bts smut #bts fluff #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #jungkook fic #jungkook smut

[wintersera]

under the moonlight || kim minjeong

pairing: wolf hybrid!winter x fem!reader

! smut smau !

— on a cold winter night you were strolling down the street getting some snacks when you spot a shivering puppy curled up outside. as an empath you felt horrible for the poor pup- now… bringing it back home wasn’t exactly the best idea.

tags: nonidol au, college au, smau, wlw, crack, smut!!!, fluff

cw: smut smau (so yk sex), swearing, offensive jokes, kys jokes, mentions of heat. (more will be added….)

features: aespa, le sserafim (except eunchae), loona (hyeju/heejin/hyunjin), ive (wonyoung/yujin) more idols will might be added….

a/n: so basically if you know the movie twilight- they have their own clique and people just think the wolfies are weird wolf kids, and not actually wolf hybrids. IGNORE THE TIME STAMPS AS WELL-

updates: when i can

status: ongoing

PROFILES : wolf gang | y/n’s shooters | extras

CHAPTERS :

01. finally touching grass

02. that’s a whole WOLF?

03. poor puppy (half written)

04. fuckass fursuit (half written)

bonus chpt | squirrel??

05. we’re kababayan

06. IM FREE

07. fuck it, we ball (half written)

08. AUTOCORRECT

09. did you lose the pup

10. wolfy is nowhere to be found

11. feeling feelings

12. help me out (half written)

13. first ever heat (fully written)

14. y/n did WHAT?

15. get in the damn bed

16. head fuzzy as fuck

17. round 2 (fully written)

18. we got a family emergency

19. leaving the premises (half written)

bonus chpt | ice cream gone wrong

20. need her need her need her-

21. shits awkward

22. ???

23. ???

24. ???

25. ???

…MORE COMING SOON!!

TAGLIST (closed)

@slowlydifferentbluebird @alcoholfreenayeon @myouiiiiiiii @uzumakioden @nasyu-kookies @earthto-eden @omgcatherine @skydreamed @wonysugar @pupyuj @jisooftme @jeongggiiiee @silentreader98 @rinapomu @1luvkarina @demtions @wintersgff @prkchaeyo0 @haerinkisser @huhyunjinwifey @haerinfangs @pandafuriosa60 @thefckghost @nr1chaedickrider @baebeefyburrito @sighsam @magicalmilkshaketimemachine @jigujellee @seulblade @yuki3000 @vlance

#wintersera #wintersera: utm #kpop smau #aespa smut #aespa smau #aespa winter smut #kim minjeong #winter aespa smut #winter aespa #aespa winter #aespa x fem reader #fem!reader #aespa x reader smut #aespa x reader #kim minjeong smut #kpop smut

[kkami-writes]

Full House.

pairing. OT8 x gn!afab!reader synopsis. Your life since your parents died has been mundane, your routine never changing. It wasn't that you hated your day to day schedule but you had to admit that there was something missing, an empty void in your heart. So when you come across a pretty white ferret your life suddenly become a lot more interesting.

genres. written series. hybrid!skz, human!reader, kinda coffee shop!au, so much fluff, lots of domestic fluff, light angst, romance, eventual smut, honestly a fast burn

cw/tags. member x member relationships, polyamory/polycule, smut!, referenced abusive past owners, wolf!bangchan, cat!minho, bunny!changbin, ferret!hyunjin, squirrel!han, cat!felix, puppy!seungmin, fox!jeongin,

status. hiatus. | taglist: open! send and ask or sign up here. wanna support my work? consider buying me a coffee.

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five

#full house masterlist #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #skz imagines #skz imagine #stray kids poly #stray kids smut #skz smut

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen ((you are here)) |

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king @exfolitae @brojustfknkillm3 @skzswife @just-randomm-stuff @thunderous-wolf @3rachasninja @katsukis1wife @hanjingin

☾ -- ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ? ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟽.𝟶ᴋ

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"This is my sister."

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of revelation and disbelief.

"Wait, what?" Chan is the first to react. He shoots up from his seat, his eyes darting between Lyra and you, disbelief etched across his features. He begins to pace around Lyra, as if inspecting her for any signs of deception.

Hyunjin, never one to waste time, swiftly moves to restrain her. His fingers curl around her throat, and panic wells up within you. Instinctively, you rush to her defense, your heart pounding in your chest, but then, something in Hyunjin's gaze stops you. He holds out his other arm behind him, a silent plea in his eyes, asking you for permission to continue, to trust him.

In that charged moment, you realize that Hyunjin, despite his cold exterior, is not driven by blind impulse. He is asking for your trust, your faith in his judgment. The room seems to freeze around us as emotions swirl in the air like a turbulent storm.

—

“You’re soaked.” You chuckle, “What did you guys do?” 

“I can’t tell you that, it’s a secret, like between siblings.” Hyunjin chuckles, amused by your curiosity.  “Do you have any siblings, pretty witch?” 

“I did…but we were separated when my parents were killed.” 

–

You take a hesitant step back, your nervousness evident in the gulp that you can't suppress. Felix approaches Lyra from the other side, his brow furrowing with a mix of confusion and wonder. He tilts his head as if studying her as if she were an alien, a species he had never observed this closely before.

"How do we know this isn't a trick? A demon could pull something like this off," Jisung finally voices his doubts. While the brothers react more on instinct, their inner circle threatened by this unexpected reunion, he chooses to articulate his concerns. After all, these people were your siblings in all but blood, and this stranger's sudden appearance raised questions of authenticity.

"This is definitely a wolf, that much I'm sure of," Hyunjin's lips twitch, his fangs momentarily exposed.

"Of course, I'm a wolf, you dead piece of shit," Lyra retorts, her voice strangled as Hyunjin's grip tightens. Yet, Felix's hand gently rests on his forearm, urging him to soften it a little. Hyunjin complies, his shoulders relaxing, but he maintains his guard.

“Your parents were killed by hybrids, out in the woods by Lake Carter, yeah?” Felix's tone remains serious.

Lyra blinks a few times, struggling to find her voice. Instead, she offers a slow nod, her chest heaving with increased effort. Felix steps back, shaking his head as he studies her from head to toe.

"The rogues that broke off from the Equinox clan to become hybrids and feed on vampires," Felix's mind races as realization dawns on him. "You were bitten that night..."

"Wh-what?" You stammer, "Nana said you were at your friend's house that night!"

"I was," Lyra admits, her voice soft and trembling. "Raina, she lived across the lake from the vacation house. They thought it would be easier than leaving all three of us with Nana."

Chan walks up to stand alongside Hyunjin, gently nudging his younger brother while nodding toward their captive wolf. Hyunjin reluctantly releases her, allowing her feet to fully touch the ground. She rubs her neck, taking in a deep breath, and then turns her gaze toward Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, and you.

"I don't understand..." You speak up.

"Raina and I liked to have adventures. We were young, naive, stupid," Lyra begins, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Nana told us about what was out there, but we lived in the city. We barely saw any of that. We were curious, I guess, and went out looking for adventure..."

"And you found it, in the form of being bitten by a rogue wolf under a full moon. So why come back to stay with the clan?"

“Cause I brought her in.” Leo's voice reverberates through the room, drawing the attention of everyone present. He stands at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed and his expression stern. "Whether she liked it or not, she was a wolf, and a part of our clan. She would've died out there, alone, if the pack hadn't found her. Now, come on, Lyra, we've got to prepare dinner." He gestures for her to follow him, and he hobbles up the stairs. She ducks her head and follows closely behind, and the hatch slowly closes, enveloping them in dimly lit darkness once more in the windowless basement.

"Felix, you just weren't going to tell me, tell any of us, that the Equinox clan are the ones that fucking killed Mariela and physically traumatized you?!" Your voice quivers with a torrent of emotions as you take a few steps toward the white-haired vampire. He watches you, his expression stoic, blank, and unmoved. It's unsettling when Felix is like this; it makes you feel like you're on the outside. He's carefully considering what to say, what he can say.

"You told Mother, you told us that you didn't know the name of the clan, that they kidnapped you, brother," Chan reminds Felix. He, too, begins to question the details of the story he was told so long ago. He vividly remembers risking his own life to let out their cattle, being the one to stand up for his brother who held this secret for centuries.

Every family has its secrets, but why lie about something like this?

"Because had I told our mother and father, they would've died chasing down the vengeance I wanted for myself," Felix finally snaps. His voice quivers, and he's literally shaking. "I waited years and years, I killed every Equinox rogue I found until I found them, that night..." His voice trembles on the fringes of insanity as he explains, "And I listened to them choke while I chewed on their windpipes, and to this day, I will never taste a revenge so sweet."

The room falls silent. Felix, realizing he's on the precipice of emotions he'd rather not face, turns away from everyone. He walks over to his sleeping bag, wordlessly picks up his book, and begins reading it again as a form of distraction. Nobody sensitive to the approaching Dawn could leave the basement; right now, the sun was either up or close to it.

"Okay, so now I can't sleep," Jisung says, sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag.

"Take off your necklace; you'll be out in no time," Hyunjin comments, slinking into his sleeping bag and lying on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he speaks.

"Not true. When I take it off, I actually get less sleep. It's like an ancestral chatroom in here every time I close my eyes without the thing."

Hyunjin squints in confusion. "A what room?"

Jisung delves into an elaborate metaphorical explanation, leaving you deep in thought. Chan notices your distant expression and pulls you aside, his features etched with concern. "Hey, are you alright?"

You let out a sigh, finally releasing the tension that had been building within you. "Yeah, I just... I'm in shock, you know? I hoped my siblings were out there, but now... I just have so many questions, and not nearly enough time to ask them."

"This is a really big deal, and if you need us to stay another day, little witch, we can make that happen."

You look down, your fingers absentmindedly rubbing your arm as you consider the idea of delaying the journey. "I don't know what I want."

Chan empathizes with you, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone. "Don't you think she should know she's going to be an aunt?" He offers you a small smile, and it prompts a bittersweet chuckle from you. A couple of tears escape your eyes, which you quickly try to wipe away. "Aww, my little witch, and my even littler witch," he coos with a hint of sadness, pulling you into a tight hug. When he releases you, he gazes into your eyes, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. "Go on, I'll be here when you get back. I won't even go into my death, I promise."

His gentle encouragement is enough to persuade you to ascend the stairs. You carefully open the hatch just enough to slip out and then close it tightly to keep the others below in darkness. Chan remains at the stairs, looking up at the sealed door, pondering how drastically life keeps taking sharp, unexpected turns. He always knew to expect the unexpected, but at this rate, he's left wondering who's going to show up next? What's going to happen next?

"Do you believe that story?" Hyunjin's voice cuts through Chan's thoughts. The eldest sibling descends the stairs and goes over to his own sleeping bag, sitting atop it, lost in thought. He glances at Felix, who has already succumbed to his daytime death, his body stiff and cold within his sleeping bag.

"I'm really not sure, Hyunjin," Chan admits. "I know just about as much as the little witch, apparently."

"Who knew Felix had that much anger in that little body?" Hyunjin chuckles, shaking his hair out of his face as he adjusts himself to lie on his back, hands crossed over his chest as he stares at the ceiling.

"Yeah, who knew..." Chan murmurs, tracing invisible patterns in the dirt floor pensively.

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You stand in the center of the room, feeling oddly out of place as the pack congregates in hushed conversations. When you emerged from the basement, a few of them left, their curiosity or distrust leading them elsewhere. Among the wolves present, Lyra, Leo, and two others remain. Lyra's gaze falls upon you, a mixture of concern and hesitation shimmering in her eyes. She doesn't know what to expect from you; you share blood, but you're practically strangers now. Would you side with the fiery red-haired vampire and his suspicions? There are others in the room, too, and their identities and your purpose in traveling to Abysmora are shrouded in mystery.

"Y/N, what have you gotten yourself into?" Lyra voices her thoughts aloud, partially by accident, as you approach her. Leo regards you suspiciously but remains silent, sitting across the table from Lyra, granting you privacy for the impending interaction. Her voice quivers with emotion as she rises to embrace you once more. You laugh, tears of happiness now streaming down your face as you hug her tightly. Leo quietly excuses himself, leading the other two wolves outside, leaving you two alone.

"Hold on..." Lyra takes a step back, her hands gently cupping the firm roundness of your tummy through your tight embrace. Her eyes reflect those of your mother, and you wonder if others can see the same resemblance in your eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

You cast your gaze downward at your belly, still coming to terms with the surprise yourself. You cradle your hands around your rounded bump. "I guess I am," you admit, your nerves palpable.

"You guess?" Lyra's voice carries a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I knew I smelled something, but I couldn't place it. It didn't make sense."

You pull a face. "You can smell it? Like, my body?"

Lyra laughs softly, her eyes dancing with newfound knowledge. "Your scent changes when you're pregnant, subtle shifts in your pheromones. I can smell things like that now," she says, tapping her nose with confidence. You both share a lighthearted giggle as she reaches across the table, enveloping your hands in hers. "There's so much I want to say, I just don't know where to start," Lyra admits, her gaze sweeping around the room as if seeking guidance. Finally, she looks up at you and asks, "Why are you going to Abysmora?"

With a deep breath, you begin to recount your journey, revealing the complex web of events that led you to this moment. Lyra listens with unwavering attention, her eyes widening with each revelation.

"So, we have one more stop before we get to Abysmora," you conclude. "Santiago told us the pack would lead us across the territory to the next drop-off point. I just never expected it to be you."

Lyra exhales deeply, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

"I don't know about the others, but that redhead... I don't like him."

You chuckle, sinking back into your chair as you feel the tension dissipating. "I didn't like Hyunjin at first either. But can you blame him? He was in purgatory for almost a thousand years. When you win his trust, he's loyal, and actually really funny sometimes, too."

"I smelled another wolf, but there was so much vampire funk I could barely make it out. So he's the one that's the father, huh? The wolf vampire one?" Lyra's still in the process of piecing things together, her mind tracing back to the basement.

"Yes, his name is Chris, but some of us call him Chan. That's his Korean name," you respond, leaning forward and lowering your voice. "And he can hear very, very well, and he's still awake downstairs."

Lyra matches your hushed tone, leaning in closer. "If you're having his child, that makes me the aunt, and we're family now, so I don't give a damn what he hears." She nods with an exaggerated smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. You playfully swat at her, her sharp tongue and attitude mirroring your own.

She deftly dodges your playful assault with a hearty laugh. "My goodness, Y/N, the life you've been living! It's something right out of a storybook..." Her voice trails off as she recalls the earlier encounter. "The white-haired vampire, what's his name again?"

"Felix."

"Yeah, him." You sense Lyra's mood shifting toward concern. "How did he know about...you know..." She can't bring herself to utter the words aloud.

You realize you've given her the general outline of what's transpired, but the gritty details and conversations have yet to be revealed. Some of them, you've decided, you'll intentionally keep to yourself.

After all, every family has its secrets.

"A long time ago, Felix was just a regular human witch," you begin, "and when he was younger, he fell in love with the daughter of some cult leader, a faction of your clan that broke off to become hybrids. I don't know the politics of it. They wanted to arrange a union, forced their mark on him, he escaped, and they murdered the daughter as a sacrifice to appease their twisted fucking god."

Lyra's eyes widen in horror. "Oh my goodness, they killed their own daughter?"

"You're part of this clan, and you didn't know?"

"I mean, I knew about the massacre of the Equinox by the hybrids, but I didn't know... What does that have to do with our parents?"

"Felix never got over it. He hunted them down and found them at Lake Carter, after they'd murdered a couple in a cabin, our parents.  He killed them, and pretty fucking viciously, but it was too late."

Lyra can hardly believe what you're revealing. She's transported back to that dreadful night, when she and Raina were wandering through the woods with their flashlights, the screams of their parents and the haunting howls breaking the silence of the night. She remembers running as fast as her legs could carry her, the terror gnawing at her heels, as if something was nipping at the straps of her backpack.

Her heart races, and she rises to her feet, clutching her chest with her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"I just...I need a moment. Information overload, you know?" She chuckles nervously, backing away and holding her head, as if experiencing sudden pain. Lyra turns away and hurries into a nearby room, closing the door behind her, which you hear lock shortly thereafter. The sound of running water from the sink reaches your ears as you cautiously approach the door, slowly.

Did you mess it all up? You had to tell her the truth, she deserved to know, didn’t she?

You tap your knuckles gently against the door.

"Yeah?" Lyra answers, her voice muffled as if her nose is stuffed, and the sound of running water comes to a halt.

You lean your temple against the wooden door, your knuckles resting against the wood. "I'm gonna get some rest. Pregnancy, it…takes a lot out of me," you say, your gaze drifting down to your growing belly. You twist your foot back and forth, a nervous habit, as you wait for her reply.

You straighten up as you hear the lock unlatch, and the door opens. Lyra's eyes are reddened, and the tip of her caramel brown nose appears irritated. She sniffs, stepping forward to envelop you in another embrace.

"I love you so much. I'm so glad we found each other again. I'm sorry; this is just a lot. Can we talk more tonight, after we both get some rest?" She steps back and looks into your eyes, her hands on your shoulders. You can feel your own emotions welling up again as you nod, and she pulls you into a tight hug.

After exchanging goodnight wishes, you return downstairs to the basement. Sure enough, everybody lies still, but Chan is sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag, reading the cursebook that Felix had been so invested in. A source of immediate comfort, you scurry over to him, picking up the pace to cross the distance a little faster. You sit down and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head on his shoulder as you hug him tightly.

He chuckles and closes the book, setting it down before wrapping his arms around you in return, holding you close, his head resting atop yours. "Well then, you seem chipper, how did it go?" 

You sit up and look at him, “I think it went really well, but it was a lot for her, I could tell she had a ton of questions, but for some reason when we got to talking about our parents and Felix she got really worked up and left for the bathroom.”

“Hm,” Chan muses, “Did she know they were killed?”

You hesitate, “I don’t see how she couldn’t, she was there, in the woods, that’s how she got turned.”

“Maybe it makes her anxious? That’s pretty traumatic, and then finding out you’ve just met the guy responsible for killing the murderers? And he’s a vampire…travelling with your sister, that you haven’t seen in over a decade…” He motions that he could continue on and on, “D’you know what I mean? If I were a mortal, I’d be wrecked by that for a little while too.”

The corner of your mouth pulls your lips into a tight line, “But she’s a wolf?”

“And yet wolves are still mortals,” Chan says with a sad expression, “They grow old, and they die.”

You readjust yourself to sit shoulder to shoulder beside him as you watch Felix’s slumbering figure.  “Can I ask you something absolutely fucking ridiculous?”

He laughs, “And how do I answer you when you ask me that?”

“Oh right,”

“Always.” You two say simultaneously, sharing quiet laughter like close friends before the silence prompts you to actually ask your question.

“At the vampire den…why did you pick Felix instead of Hyunjin?”

Chan is quiet. You two hadn’t had a chance to talk about it since it happened, and with everything else going on, it just didn’t feel right to bring it up before.

“Well,” Chan starts, “For starters, I trust Felix to not murder you, or at least give me a little warning if he’s about to fall off the deep end.”

You nod in understanding, following along.

“Also, I know you two have become very close friends, you trust him too, I mean, would you have chosen Hyunjin instead?” He’s also watching his brother’s lifeless body across the room from where you two were.

“Absolutely not.” You say, which causes him to laugh.

“Right, that’s the logic I went with.”

There’s a bit of a pause between you both before he speaks up. “Why do you ask?”

You watch your words carefully; the last thing you want to do is trigger your hybrid into believing he’s some unnatural monster.

“I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t weird for you.” You say.

“Nope, was it weird for you?”

“No,” you laugh, “And that’s what’s weird because by the laws of humans, it should be weird.”

“By the laws of humans, you shouldn’t have come back from the dead,” he looks at you, a twinkle in his eyes, “My, isn’t it beautiful how we don’t have to go by them anymore?” He pinches halfway down one of your springy, black curls and pulls it up gently, letting it go and watching it bounce back into its natural coil. His eyes fall onto yours.

“Felix and I spoke afterward, don’t worry. He doesn’t think it was weird either.”

You know you won’t be involved anymore, but you still want to ask, you’re curious, and a little jealous, so you squeak, “How often do you guys like…go into those kinds of places?”

Chan can tell where you’re headed, “Well, my brothers and I don’t really indulge in those vampire dens anymore. Talking about hundreds, and I mean hundreds of years back, back when Hyunjin was around, we did it often. We were so driven by bloodlust, it was natural to just pass feeders back and forth, some of them barely hanging on to life.” He explains, “The more we mixed with humans, the less we gave in to those primal urges, until we learned to ignore them altogether.”

“But those urges are primal, right? They gotta be still lurking somewhere.”

Chan takes a moment to ponder, then shakes his head, “The need to feed communally doesn't really appeal to me these days. I don’t just ignore it; I flat out despise it. After I came back around that night, all I could think about was that pile of bodies Hyunjin had accumulated in such a short time.”

“Yeah, he’s a real... unique character,” you say, your gaze drifting over to the other lifeless body in a sleeping bag a few feet away from Felix’s. “But he’s trying, I can tell.”

“Yeah? You think so?” Chan says, impressed.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“I can see it, I just don’t think he does. Hyunjin doesn’t give himself enough credit for the hard work, even before purgatory. Now, he’s had to dive deep into his darker side just to survive in purgatory; he's convinced that's all he is.” Chan says, “I'm genuinely worried about him.”

“Why’s that?”

“I dunno,” Chan says, narrowing his eyes, “I just have this feeling he'd sacrifice himself, just to end it all, but only if it meant the rest of us were safe.” He continues, “But Hyunjin doesn’t want you to know that, so the only way to catch him is to act like you don’t give a damn about what he’s up to. The moment he senses you’re watching him, bam,” Chan snaps his fingers, “He’ll flip the switch.”

“Won’t he hear you?”

Chan glances at you, a slight dimple forming on his cheek as his lips curl into a half-grin. “It's easy to forget you’re new to this,” he says, your innocence warming him in a way he’s not used to, deep in his gut. Chan feels an undeniable closeness to you right now. “They’re completely out of it right now. When they wake up, I’ll feel it—hard to explain, sort of like that feeling when you know you're not alone in a room? You sense another presence?”

“Yeah, I've felt that, even without conjure.”

“It’s kinda like that, but I don’t have to be in the same room to feel it,” Chan claps his hands together, and Jisung grumbles in his sleep, readjusting himself and turning over, pulling his sleeping bag further over his head. You stifle your giggle by clasping your hands over your mouth, and Chan joins you in a quiet chuckle, his hand covering his mouth too. He lowers his voice to a near whisper, “They can’t hear or feel anything right now. But their supernatural senses are razor-sharp, and they can spring to action in an instant if they sense danger. It’s a truly fascinating phenomenon.”

“And you? Are you the same? You always wake up when I’m having nightmares.”

“That’s because you’ve had so much of my blood, and I’ve had so much of yours, that I’m attuned to your body. I can feel when you feel fear, anger, or sadness. I’d say the more subtle emotions are harder to pinpoint, but my wolf goes dormant when I’m in my death.”

“Dormant? How?”

“My body relies on my vampire senses when I’m in my death. Even better, I can’t be sniffed out, making it harder to track me down.”

You yawn, and Chan shifts over, unzipping your sleeping bag that lies next to his. “Someone’s getting a bit sleepy,” he teases.

You groan, “I don’t wanna go to sleep, this is the first time in forever that we’ve been able to just enjoy each other.”

Chan laughs at your stubbornness.

I don’t want this night to end either, little witch.

He taps the sleeping bag, encouraging you to lie down. “I’ll even stay up and sing to you until you fall asleep. How’s that sound, baby girl?”

You turn to mush at the nickname and promptly settle into your sleeping bag, snuggling up and resting your head on your hybrid’s lap. He reclines on his arm, his other fingers gently stretching and releasing each curl of your hair, totally absorbed in the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat and the baby's in tandem.

Your eyes flutter open, and you look up at him with a quizzical expression. “You said you’d sing to me.”

Chan laughs, “My apologies! I got a little… sidetracked,” he grins, “Any song requests?”

“My Nana used to sing me to sleep every night. She would sing ‘Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire’.”

He chuckles at the uniqueness of your request. “But it's October?”

“She sang it no matter the time of year,” you shrug, nestling even more snugly into his lap, “I don't know, something about it always made me feel safe.”

Chan massages your thick curls with the pads of his fingers, and you feel like a content lap puppy. The sensation is utterly calming.

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire it is, then.”

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Felix regains consciousness first, as was often the case. The world and his place in it gradually return to him, and he slowly sits up, his senses reacquainting themselves with his surroundings—the scents in the air, the presence of people nearby. He spots the open hatch and, while he doesn't hear voices, the crackling of the fireplace upstairs reaches his ears. Quietly, he peels the sleeping bag off his lower half and vamp-speeds to the top of the stairs, cautiously poking his head up and around to survey the area before emerging fully.

The Equinox clan markings on the walls surround him, telling stories he couldn't decipher but carrying imagery that reverberates like a haunting echo from the past. He slips into the bathroom to freshen up for the evening, and his thoughts drift to his youth with Mariela.

Oh, to be that young and carefree again. The innocence of love experienced for the first time. Young love, untouched by the complexities of adulthood that rewires the mind. Devoid of the enigma that comes with living through centuries. To be able to run through fields of tall, wild grass in the sweltering summer heat, with the sun blazing in the sky above, each speckle on his face another memory of happier times basking in the sun.

Felix can appreciate that; the knowledge that his cherished summer moments will be etched onto his body for eternity.

He exits the bathroom, only to bump into Lyra, who seems to be heading in without checking if it's occupied. They stand face to face, speechless.

“You're Felix,” Lyra says, catching the silver-haired vampire off guard.

He doesn't show it.

“I am,” he replies, his voice resonating with profound depth.

“Thank you,” Lyra blurts out impulsively. She can barely hold eye contact with him. The way he regards her as if she's a peculiar rarity, with his head slightly tilted and his eyes scrutinizing her features. “For—you know—”

“Killing the murderers of your parents?” Felix vocalizes. He senses her discomfort at the mention of it. He doesn't want to upset her, but at the same time, he can't help but wonder if she might have been sent here, planted by Edith or one of her devout followers. It's too uncanny a coincidence for the little witch's sister to suddenly appear on their path to Abysmora, especially after the attempt on their lives at Lysandra's safehouse. “I didn't do it for you,” he admits, “But you're welcome.”

“Then why did you do it?”

The question halts Felix's departure. Lyra's expression is one of determination. Despite the underlying fear he still senses in her and the rapid rise of her pulse the longer he looks at her, she has a fire reminiscent of you, yet somehow distinct. Your fire is explosive and consuming, while hers feels like a slow burn, one that traps you when you least expect it, thinking it's safe to let your guard down.

“That's not really your concern,” Felix responds.

“I heard you were a witch,” Lyra tries once more to draw him into sharing more information, seeking closure for a chapter of her life that has always eluded her. “What changed?”

Felix shoots her a sidelong glance, now genuinely irritated. “You were once a witch, weren't you? Vampires can't perform conjure.”

“I'm still a witch, excuse you.”

Now she has his undivided attention. Felix tilts his head, perplexed. “That's impossible.”

“Says who?”

“Says the laws of bloody supernatural nature. Witch blood is nullified, except in specific cases like demons.” He explains, reciting from years of meticulous research.

“You're not only wrong, you're passionately wrong,” Lyra chuckles. “Where there's a will, there's a way.”

“Stop talking in circles, will you?” Felix says, briefly breaking his stoicism. He regains his composure swiftly. “How are you able to conjure as a wolf?”

“Any creature born to a witch parent has magic, but depending on your lineage, you might need to awaken it,” Lyra explains. “And it's not a matter of splashing cold water on your face; you have to sacrifice yourself and spend four seasons buried underground.”

Felix shakes his head. “I don't understand, sacrifice myself?”

“I just had to slit my throat, but you... you'll have to stab yourself through the heart with a wooden stake. You vampires are tougher to put an end to than we are, unfortunately.”

“You're mad, you're telling me to commit suicide. No vampire has been staked and lived to talk about it. Besides, just because it worked for you doesn't mean it'll work for me.” The idea sounds absurd, but Felix is definitely going to thoroughly investigate it.

Damn it, I don't have anything out here except that cursebook.

For now, he's stuck relying on Lyra's information. It's the first time he's heard of such a thing, and he doesn't need to attempt it to learn more.

“It worked for someone I knew a long time ago, a hybrid. He had to rip out his own heart from his chest. He was dead; I put him in the ground myself and covered his body. The next autumn, he came back, his clothes chewed through by insects. I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.”

Lyra has just become significantly more intriguing, and capturing Felix's attention can be a perilous gift. On one hand, you're on the receiving end of his unwavering focus, but on the other, you also become the object of his obsession when he veers into the realm of neuroticism.

“A hybrid?”

“Vampire and wolf. His father was a witch; the blood was in his veins—he just hadn't awakened it yet.”

Felix looks down, contemplating whether or not to allow the conversation to continue. Finally, he looks back up at Lyra, his eyes fixating on her neck. Something dawns on him. He can hear the blood, but it's not overpowering his thoughts. He's been standing here for a while now, and that insistent craving to devour... it's something he keeps restrained, but it's not even there. His thoughts are his own, clear and calculated, not the result of a blood demon whispering in his ear, coaxing him to kill.

It's almost... peaceful.

The thought of drinking her blood is actually somewhat repulsive, to be frank. He has tasted wolf blood when tearing through their bodies to murder them, and it was always bitter and pungent, like licking the floor of a barn. However, blood from a living mortal is blood from a living mortal, and in a pinch, it can suffice.

“Hey, bloodsucker,” Lyra snaps, “Eyes are up here, got it? You won't be taking any bites out of me.”

Felix's upper lip twitches. “I don't really want to,” he says slowly.

“Good. That makes two of us.”

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“So, how does it feel to be reunited with your sister, pretty witch?” Hyunjin inquires, shifting his weight from foot to foot and flicking his cigarette. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his hoodie is zipped up, the hood concealing his head. Two tufts of red hair at his bangs graze over his eyebrows.

His hair is getting longer.

And still, unrelentingly, the brightest of reds.

The others are in the process of packing everything, with Chan supervising, unloading some items to be left behind as their journey nears its culmination. They will need to rely more on their physical strength than on fully loaded backpacks. Chan follows Jisung outside onto the porch, and they both start sorting through the backpacks on the ground.

You and Hyunjin stand by where the trees demarcate the edge of the forest, their leaves barely brushing against the moonlight.

“It feels really good, but also really strange. What happens from here? I’m not making this trip just to see her again; we almost died—like—a few times.”

“If the pack's been up here as long as they say, she knows her way around.”

“So, what? She risks her life every time we have an annual visit?”

“You do that sometimes,” Hyunjin acknowledges with a nod as he takes another hit, “with family, especially in our world.”

Chan's earlier concerns echo in your mind as Hyunjin mentions self-sacrifice.

You watch him as he takes a drag, tilting his pouty lips skyward to blow the smoke away from you. The slice of moonlight through the trees accentuates the sharpness of his jawline.

“Hyunjin, you don't really think we're gonna die, right?” You can feel the idiocy of the question as soon as it escapes your lips. Nonetheless, he ponders it, deeming it valid and contemplating the possible challenges you all might encounter. Hyunjin has battled demons ranging from the size of kittens, swarming him and tearing his flesh with their razor-sharp teeth, to giants that dwarf him, slamming him against walls with a single sweep of their enormous arms. He glances over at Chan and Jisung; his older brother is talking while Jisung listens intently, a look of concentration on his face as he nods and occasionally adds his thoughts.

Hyunjin taps the cigarette, and ashes sprinkle onto the dirt below. “This is my last cigarette,” he declares, holding it between his fingers and studying it, the burning orange end nearing the filter at the opposite end. He drops it onto the ground below, extinguishing it.

“We probably won't die.”

And you believe him.

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Lyra steps outside, her packmates spilling out and gathering at the forest's edge, chattering like athletes preparing for a tournament. She notices Chan kneeling down, rummaging through a backpack, nodding in approval, and muttering to himself. Lyra takes a moment to study him, with his shaggy hair and all-black attire, the brim of his hat pulled low. He moves on to the next backpack, extracting a small wooden box of herbs.

"Hey," she says, stepping down off the porch to join him.

Chan places the box back into the backpack, stands up, and dusts off his hands. "Sorry I haven't had a chance to introduce myself; this is all so unexpected," he says, extending a hand. "I'm—"

"Chris, yes. I've heard a little about you." Lyra shakes his hand before taking a deep breath, clasping her hands together. "So, you and my sister—"

"Me and your sister...?" Chan waits for her to continue, and when she doesn't, he chuckles, inviting her to follow suit. It's all a bit awkward, and she's relieved that he seems to realize it too.

"Congrats?" She offers, still unsure how it happened, considering he's technically...dead.

"Thanks, it's been a journey. Still figuring it out, but yeah... you ready to be an aunt?"

"I think so?" Lyra laughs. "Is she a wolf? Do you guys..."

"Not too sure of the species yet, but we know she's a witch, though."

Jisung catches the tail end of their conversation as he returns, stuffing a few more items into his backpack and removing others. He tightens the straps, ostentatiously tugging at the strings to avoid being caught eavesdropping. He still hasn't told you or Chan that the baby is a wolf-witch hybrid.

Maybe it's best they find out on their own, he thinks to himself.

"Uh oh, girl dad!" Lyra teases.

Chan raises his brows, his eyes widening as he sighs. "Yeah, I'm, ah, gonna have to let little witch take the reins, or I'm killing every boy that looks at her."

"Come on, you're really gonna go murdering some kids?"

"Ah, you know, I do have the most humanity left out of my brothers," Chan nods, looking up as he comes up with a different plan. "Her Uncle Hyunjin can take care of it."

Lyra feigns offense as she shoves him, and they both share a laugh. "Okay, but my dad was the same way, and he was a witch! He would do little things, like making spiders fall out of their mouths, knocking them off their bikes. Guys were terrified of me! They thought I was bad luck or something."

Chan has rarely heard you discuss your parents, but when they died, you mentioned how young you had been. Lyra was older than you by a few years, well into her teenage years when your parents were murdered.

"Ha, I like the way he thinks. More subtle," Chan says, pulling his backpack over his shoulders.

"Oh, hold on, let me—" Lyra steps behind him, fixing and tightening the straps. It gives her a moment to ponder another question. "You called her a little witch? Felix said that earlier when he referred to her. Is that, like, a thing?" she asks.

"Yeah, I guess I sort of started that," he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful smile. "I said it because I didn't know her name at the time..." Chan's mind starts to drift back to the first night he encountered you at the mausoleum.

"That's so sweet. You guys are like... a family," Lyra remarks. The more she converses with the brothers and hears the way they speak about you, the more she can see the depth of their affection for you, an unlikely bond formed among different beings.

"Not me, I'm more like a cat... I just come for the food and then I go back to my actual home," Jisung chimes in, finally joining the conversation with his usual humor. He places an enthusiastic hand around Chan's upper forearm. 

"You ready?"

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THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER TWO: BATHED IN MOONLIGHT

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

You couldn’t believe how beautiful the castle was, inside and out. Everything around you looked so magical. It was so hard to describe. Chan explained to you how everything was powered by magic. It honestly left you in awe. When you walked into the great hall there were seven men waiting. A few you recognized because they had accompanied you. They all bowed to you and Chan. 

“You guys know you don’t have to do that with me.” He sighed. “You’re my brothers after all.” They looked up at them and smiled. One of the youngest kept staring at you for a moment with his brows furrowed and then they widened as if he had an epiphany. He rushed over to you with a big grin. 

“It’s you!” He breathed out. “I knew the second I saw you when Chan brought you out to the carriage that you looked familiar.” He gushed. Both you and Chan looked at him in confusion. He smiled widely. “You saved me, saved us.” He gestured to a few of the men behind you. “I remember it clear as day. You were so little but you stood up to all those poachers for us.”  Your eyes widened and you looked at the boy in shock. 

“Y-You’re….your one of the pups from that day.” You whispered softly. He nodded and smiled brightly, when the other boys realized as well they rushed over. Chan also looked at you with wide eyes, he had been told of the brave human girl who had saved them right after their parents were killed, he should have known it would be you. 

“I’m Jisung.” He said softly. “The other’s behind me are Felix and Jeongin.” He knelt down before you and bowed his head. “Thank you for saving us, I couldn’t be more happy that you’re becoming our queen and Luna.” You knelt down in front of him and tilted his head up. 

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to know you are alive and have grown up well. You also don’t have to do that with me.” You said softly. “If you are Chan’s family, then you are my family too. No need to call me your queen or your majesty. Just call me Y/n.” She looked at all seven of them softly. “That is if you are willing to have me.”  The blonde freckled one known as Felix didn’t hesitate to kneel down beside you both and pull you into a tight embrace. Your eyes widened at the action. 

“Welcome home Luna.” He said softly. His deep voice was soothing and you felt tears well in your eyes. Soon you felt more arms around you and saw each man was joining in the embrace. You looked up to see Chan watching fondly with a huge smile on his face. The sight made your heart swell as you melted into the warm and safe embrace of your new family. 

“We are so happy to have you here.” The long haired brunette said to you softly. “When Chan first told us of you, how happy he looked, we couldn’t wait to finally meet you.” You smiled softly. “I’m Hyunjin, and the three others are Changbin, Seungmin and Minho.” You looked around to see them all smiling wide. You couldn’t believe how you already felt so at home here. 

“Alright guys, I believe my queen needs to get some rest.” Chan said softly which earned whines from the younger boys. “You have all the time in the world to spend with her now that she’s finally with us.” You pulled away from the boys as they finally let you go and moved over to Chan who had his hand extended towards you. You took it without hesitation and he led you out of the hall. “There’s a place I want to show you before we rest. Is that okay?” He asked softly. You nodded and followed him. He led you out of the castle into a huge garden filled with beautiful flowers and fountains. Your eyes widened at the sight and you looked around in awe. There were so many different types of plants and flowers as well as herbs. 

“Is this it?” You asked softly. He looked at you and gave you a soft smirk. 

“Not yet my love.” He replied. His words make your heart flip. He reached the end of the garden and pushed down on the stone wall, opening a secret door. Your heart pounded as you continued to follow him, now in the woods outside of the castle. Before you was a beautiful waterfall and small lake, lit beautifully by the moon. Beautiful lights lit up the sky as they floated around it. “Those are fairies.” He whispered softly and your eyes widened. “I come here when I need time to myself. It’s calm and peaceful. The water is always warm and relaxing for the body.” He looked at you softly. “I felt after the long journey, we could take a swim and relax in here.”  Your eyes locked with his and a blush crept to your cheeks. “I won’t look, love, I’ll turn around and you can get in first.” You gulped and nodded. 

Once he turned around you could shakily begin to strip off your dress and undergarments, your heart was pounding as you felt the cool air come in contact with your skin. You slowly took a step in and widened at the water's temperature. He was right, it was very warm. You walked in and stopped once the water was up to your collarbone and looked back at him. 

“I’m in the water.” You said softly. He looked at you and smiled before he started to strip himself of his armor. You found yourself staring, though you had seen him pretty much naked before you did your best not to look. Soon he was standing with his upper body completely exposed. His chest was toned and perfect, no scar in sight from the injuries you had treated only weeks ago. His eyes locked with yours causing yours to widen as a deep blush crept on your cheeks. You turned away from him quickly and heard him laugh softly in response.  Your heart pounded as you heard him enter the water. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let yourself submerge for a few seconds under water to try and calm yourself down. When you came back to the surface you brushed your wet hair back. Your eyes opened and there he was, right before you, giving you a look that took your breath away. His hand reached out and cupped your cheek and you found yourself immediately melting into his touch. 

You were falling for the man in front of you. You were falling fast and hard. You barely knew anything about him and yet you couldn’t wait to finally be his queen and wife until the day you die. Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. Your hands gently laid on his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours. You had to think of a way to distract yourself so you smirked up at him playfully and splashed water at him. He flinched as the water splashed on him and looked at you with a raised brow. You giggled softly and you moved away from him before splashing him again this time in the face. He let out gasp as he wiped away the water from his face and then looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“Oh I’m gonna get you my little pup.” He chuckled. Your eyes widened as he dove at you. A squeak left your lips as you dove under and swam away from him. Once you were nice and far away you surfaced quietly. Seeing his back was to you, you smirked and splashed him again from behind. He flinched and turned to you and let our a playful growl and splashed at you as you laughed in response. He dove at you again but this time you didn’t have a chance to react. He grabbed you by the waist as you squealed and blushed at the feeling of him touching your bare skin. He chuckled softly as he looked into your doe like eyes. Once again he was so close to you that it made your heart feel like it was going to burst out your chest.

“How do you feel, little pup?” He asked softly as his thumb brushed across your lips. You looked into his eyes and gave him a warm smile. 

“Like I’m in a dream.” You breathed out. “A perfect dream that I never want to wake up from.” He grinned at your words, his beautiful dimples showing as he did so. “All my life I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere, and then you found me. Even when I didn’t know who you were, just as a wolf, you were important to me. You were a friend, a protector, but now… now you’re so much more to me Chan.” You admitted softly. “I don’t care if it seems sudden, but I can’t see myself ever loving anyone but you.” His eyes locked with yours and he let out a shaky breath. “I believe I was born to be with you.” 

Chan didn’t waste a second, he pressed his lips to yours in a deep passionate kiss. You kissed back just as passionately as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled you closer by your waist until your bodies were flush against each other. The feeling made you shiver and blush as you both kissed each other until the moonlight. You broke the kiss and panted softly, needing a moment to breathe. He kept his forehead pressed to yours as his lips brushed over yours. 

“You are making it so difficult to wait, my love.” He whispered softly. “I want to make you mine so badly. I want to take you right here and watch as you moan and cry for me.” He nipped at your lips and you shuddered feeling that ache from earlier build up again between your legs. “I want it to be perfect for you.” You leaned in and kissed him feverishly. 

“I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered softly into his lips. “As long as it’s with you, it will be perfect no matter what and right now all I want is to be yours.” You heard him let out a deep growl and it only made your body shake with excitement. “Take me Chan.” You pleaded softly. He kissed you again and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel his thick and long member rub against your swollen lips as he ground up into you. You let out a soft whimper and tangled your fingers into his hair. He kissed your neck as he carried you out of the water, he laid you down on top of his fur coat and took in your body bathed in a mixture of moonlight and fairy light. He spread your legs wide and took in your wet core. His eyes darkened, looking at it like something he was desperate to devour. 

“Chan please.” You begged softly, he dove quickly and soon you felt his tongue lick across your folds before teasing your hole. You gasped and arched as you gripped the fur beneath you. You felt his tongue slid inside you as his finger grazed against your sensitive little nub and you whined out his name. He growled against you and devoured your core like a starved man as his fingers rubbed at your clit rapidly. You trembled and cried out for him. Your cries only urging him to continue as his cock throbbed, needing to be inside of you. Soon his mouth and fingers switched and he sucked at your clit making you let out a loud cry. He slipped two fingers into you and stretched them out wanting to prep you for his cock. Soon he added a third and your eyes rolled back at the feeling. 

You looked down to see his dark lustful eyes watching you as he began to pump his fingers into you. It was as if they commanded you silently to keep looking at him as he worked you into a sobbing mess. You felt your stomach start to tighten and your core shrink around him. Having never felt something like this before you looked at him in fear.

“It’s okay my little pup. What you're about to feel is going to be nothing but absolute pleasure. Let go for me. Let go on my fingers.” His words triggered something in you and you felt a huge wave of ecstasy hit you. You cried out his name loudly as your legs began to shake violently. He watched you in awe as you became undone for him and laid limp against his furs. He groaned at the sight and kissed up your body. His fingers pulled out of you and began to rub your now extremely sensitive nub as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. 

Your fingers tangled into his hair and you pulled him up to kiss him desperately. Your moans and whines being muffled by his beautiful plump lips. You felt him line his cock against you and rub it along your folds. He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” He asked softly as he used his free hand to caress your cheek. You whimpered and rocked your hips against his tip. 

“P-Please Chan. Please.” You begged softly as tears flew down your cheeks. You needed him, desperately. You were like a cat in heat who needed their mate. He kissed you deeply and slowly pushed his tip in. Your hands gripped his upper arms and you gasped into his mouth, giving his tongue access to slip in as he moaned loudly. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed in deeper, stretching wider the deeper he went. You whimpered at the dull pain you felt and he kissed your forehead gently. Soon he was completely inside you. He whimpered at the feeling of your warmth around him and buried his face in your neck. 

“You fit me so well my little pup. You were made just for me.” He groaned. You blushed at his words as you both stayed still, relishing in the feeling of finally becoming one. Once you felt more relaxed you found your hips rocking against him instinctively, begging for him to move. He held you close and kissed your neck as he rocked his hips slowly against you, each thrust was powerful and hit deep inside you. You clung to him for dear life as you whined out in delight. 

His whimpers and moans only excited you, as they made you aware of how good you were also making him feel. You tilted his head up and looked into his eyes lovingly as he slowly made love to you. You pressed your lips to his in a feverish kiss and his hold on you only tightened in reaction. “I love you.” You whispered softly into his lips and he whimpered loudly in response. 

“I love you Y/n, I will never stop loving you.” He breathed out as he pressed his forehead to yours. “My queen, my everything.” Your heart soared at his words and you kissed him, pouring all your love that you had for him into the kiss. Wanting him to know that he was your everything too. 

“Harder my king.” You begged softly and he growled in response. The way you used his title only made him more aroused. He raised your hips so he could move deeper as his thrusts became faster and rougher. His hips slammed into yours as he looked deep into your eyes.  

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed out. “You’ll be even more beautiful when your stomach is swollen and carrying my pups inside you.” He nipped at your lips and his words made you clench around him. His eyes rolled back at the feeling. “That’s it my little pup, I want you to let go again. Cum for me.” He slipped a hand between the both of you to rub your clit and you wailed in pleasure. You could feel your stomach and core begin to tighten as well as his member begin to throb. “Come with me my love.” He begged in a whimper and you couldn’t do anything but nod in response as his cock wrecked you as he pounded into you violently. 

Your eyes rolled back and you let out a silent scream as you came undone around him. He cried out loudly as your name left his lips repeatedly. His hot seed spilled inside of you as you shook violently beneath him. You laid there beneath him, dazed and exhausted. Your eyes struggled to keep open as you whimpered for him. He laid flush against you and buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. You both didn’t dare move as you clung to each other tightly, afraid to even let go of one another. You both finally became one underneath the moon and stars.

i can't think of a better way for them to have their first time together i -- *melts*

ALSO SURPRISE AGAIN, WASN'T GONNA POST THIS TIL TOMORROW FOR COMEBACK DAY BUT I'M TOO EXCITED. SN

Chapter three is already written and if you think this chapter was spicy. Hehehehehehehe >:)

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[redstayrosie]

Links to posts of Stray Kids to read. PART1

(SUGGESTED READS)

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! Please

I don't own any of these posts all rights to the creators.

| Sweet🌻 | Sad🥀 | Intimate🔥 |

OT8

🔥🌻minsung x reader x ot8 Partner sharing

🌻🥀🔥OT8 x Reader Forget about every other reality TV show that’s part of your guilty pleasure watchlist. This Christmas time, there’s only one you will ever need to know about and get absolutely obsessed with. Red Lights—the perfect combination of your favourite concepts all in a cosy setting for winter. However, the contestants aren’t aware what they are signing up for and how they are already connected to each other before the start of it.

🔥Boyfriend SKZ x Reader You dry humping with your SKZ boyfriend.

🌻🔥Boyfriend SKZ x Reader Different scenarios in which you find comfort in having a member of SKZ’s cock inside you.

🔥No nut november What’s a little healthy competition between friends?

BENEATH KEEP READING YOU CAN FIND SUGGESTED POSTS OF:

|CHAN|LEE KNOW|CHANGBIN|HYUNJIN| |HAN|FELIX|SEUNGMIN|JEONGIN|

CHAN

🥀🌻bang chan x reader Wolf Chan and reader

🥀🌻🔥Chan x Reader In order to get rid off the ridiculous crush you have on your best friend Chan, you decide to project all those feelings on an unreachable celebrity, rockstar CB97, instead to protect your stupid heart. But little do you know that these two guys might be closer than expected. When you get invited by 3RACHA’s company to edit their newest music video, suspicions finally pop up in your head.

🌻🔥Chan x Reader Inexperienced reader with chan where he has a corruption kink.

🥀🌻Boyfriend Chan x Reader Chan seeing you talking to your ex his first thought is Jealousy!

🌻🔥Non!Idol Bangchan x Gf reader Sweet Chan.

🔥Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Lee Felix Guess it’s true when they say best friends love each other in more ways than one… 

🔥Bang Chan x Felix x reader Threesome with Chanlix where you’re yet to discover a very sobering truth about the pair of them.

Lee know

🔥🥀🌻Minho x Jisung x Reader It's simple, really - you, jisung and minho, you like sharing. you like sharing and watching and being watched and putting on a show. and when opportunities present themselves, why would you say no.

🔥🥀Minho X Reader It was very clear where Minho stood for you, but how much do you have to test his patience to see where you stand with him?

🥀🔥🌻LEE KNOW X READER GRIM REAPER! LEE KNOW, HUMAN! READER

🔥lee minho x reader The last thing you want is to be at this gala. Minho convinces you to stay.

🥀🌻🔥Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader Minho was your rock, he was your anchor, your best friend, which was why you just couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him, even when he was, essentially, a supernatural being. One ‘camping trip’ might be the last push you needed to finally confess. Or maybe not.

PART1 PART2 PART3

🥀🌻🔥Lee know x Reader Between anger and sadness caused by being separated from your husband, the situation revolving around the arrest of him thickens. While you finally let Minho open up about his reasons for betraying Chan several years ago, your best friend seems to encourage you to forgive Minho for his mistakes, making you unsure if this is just some type of manipulation all over again.

🥀🌻🔥Lee Minho x fem reader The older brother of the boy you babysit is an enigma, in every sense of the word- and you’re determined to figure him out.

🌻🔥god of love minho au x reader Reader is a hopeless romantic because i am too, greek god themes, he is eros the god of love, modernized greek gods, body worship, vanilla, just pure love.

🌻🔥Roomate!Lee Know x afab!reader Sucking on Minhos fingers while he's got you in a headlock.

🥀🌻Lee Minho x GN!Reader “How many times are they going to lose this same damn thing?”

🔥lee know x fem!reader Minho doesn't forgive easily, especially not when it's his own member calling his girlfriend 'easy'. so when seungmin comes home early from a trip, you and minho decide to fuck with him - by having the loudest sex possible.

🔥Lee Know x Reader Greed was a devilish thing to a man who simply wanted to eat you like an ice cream cone.

🔥Boss!Minho x Girlboss Employee!Reader Your boss has never really doubted your skills, but he does think you’re so fucking hot when you’re angry.

🔥Roommate!Minho x Reader Every time one of you brings someone over, the other gets the live broadcast through your shared wall. It ignites a petty pissing contest between you when all you want is, in fact, each other.

🥀🌻🔥Lee Minho/Lee Know x Han Jisung/Han x Fem Reader Reader is lifelong friends with Minho and Jisung and doesn't realize exactly to what extent they all love each other.

🥀🌻🔥human owner!minho x cat hybrid!felix x cat hybrid!reader x hamster hybrid!jisung They say getting a pet is the cure to loneliness. but minho already has pets and he wants something more. he is wondering if he should adopt a hybrid companion. he is fairly confident his heart has room for two. but will it be enough?

PART1 PART2

🔥kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho Established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!

CHANGBIN

🔥CHANGBIN X READER INCUBUS!CHANGBIN, HUMAN!READER

🥀🌻🔥changbin & jisung x reader Double the trouble (triple the fun)

🌻🔥Dragon Shifter! Changbin x Reader You were his precious jewel, and as his jewel, you were to be treated with the same care as the other jewels in his collection - even if the process was slightly different.

🔥Changbin x Reader Lollapalooza had you seeing stars, and now you were determined to make Changbin see the same.

🔥Changbin x reader Changbin agrees for you to give him a massage to relieve some of his back pain, but isn’t prepared for the physical reaction he has to your touch. For context, the reader is part of the management team!

HYUNJIN

🔥🌻🥀Hyunjin x Han x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🔥Huynjin x Reader After finally convincing you to come out to his friends’ party, hyunjin starts to regret his decision once he realizes that this isn’t the optimal setting for him to attend to his current needs

🌻🔥Hyunjin x Han x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🥀🌻🔥hyunjin x reader

An aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for The Uni Chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. You think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—Hwang Hyunjin.

🥀🌻🔥Hyunjin x fem!reader You and Hyunjin were never on the best terms but when you're cheated on and your ex is trying to get you back, Hyunjin does everything he can to prevent it from happening.

PART1 PART2 PART3-FINAL

🥀🌻🔥Hyunjin x Fem!Reader Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, gets jealous after a night out and punishes you for supposedly flirting with his friends.

HAN

🔥🌻🥀Hyunjin x Han x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🔥🥀🌻Minho x Jisung x Reader It's simple, really - you, jisung and minho, you like sharing. you like sharing and watching and being watched and putting on a show. and when opportunities present themselves, why would you say no.

🥀🌻🔥changbin & jisung x reader Double the trouble (triple the fun)

🌻🔥Han x Hyunjin x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🥀🌻🔥Han x Reader Jisung’s initial plan for tonight’s party was to finally gather up enough courage to talk to his long time crush. But for some reason spending time with you instead feels so much more natural and when things get a little more serious, your friend starts wondering if you will notice his lack of experience…

🥀🌻🔥Jisung x Reader For your birthday, Minho manages to get tickets for the hyped club show “Topline”—a concept that offers the spotlight to a surprise artist every week. Your other best friend Jisung declines to come with you and it all makes sense when 3RACHA, the mysterious newcomer indie rock band—that’s pretty overrated in your opinion—appears on stage, featuring him as their guitarist and singer.

🔥Jisung x Reader Jisung could have a PhD in pussy eating, if he wanted to.

🔥Jisung x Reader Nonchalant handjobs w/ Subby! Jisung

🥀🌻🔥Lee Minho/Lee Know x Han Jisung/Han x Fem Reader Reader is lifelong friends with Minho and Jisung and doesn't realize exactly to what extent they all love each other.

🥀🌻🔥human owner!minho x cat hybrid!felix x cat hybrid!reader x hamster hybrid!jisung They say getting a pet is the cure to loneliness. but minho already has pets and he wants something more. he is wondering if he should adopt a hybrid companion. he is fairly confident his heart has room for two. but will it be enough?

PART1 PART2-FINAL

FELIX

🔥FELIX X READER DEMON!FLELIX, ANGEL!READER

🥀🌻🔥Felix x Reader Felix was a cat shifter, living most of his days in his cat form due to unfortunate living circumstances. That is, until you found him one rainy night and his life changed for the better. Years later, he decides that it's time to finally reveal himself to you fully.

🔥Bang Chan x Felix x reader Threesome with Chanlix where you’re yet to discover a very sobering truth about the pair of them.

🔥Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Lee Felix Guess it’s true when they say best friends love each other in more ways than one… 

🥀🌻🔥human owner!minho x cat hybrid!felix x cat hybrid!reader x hamster hybrid!jisung They say getting a pet is the cure to loneliness. but minho already has pets and he wants something more. he is wondering if he should adopt a hybrid companion. he is fairly confident his heart has room for two. but will it be enough?

PART1 PART2-FINAL

SEUNGMIN

🌻🥀🔥SEUNGMIN x READER Seungmin knew what he wanted since the first time he laid eyes on you. The problem is that you have a boyfriend... Actually, that's not a problem for him.

PART1 PART2

🔥kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho Established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!

JEONGIN

🔥JEONGIN X READER SIREN!JEONGIN, PIRATE!READER

#skz #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #straykids #straykids x reader #chan x reader #chan #changbin #changbin x reader #lee know #lee know x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #felix #felix x reader #seungmin #seungmin x reader #jeongin #jeongin x reader

[sunmoonjune]

masterlist

an updated collection of the works of sunmoonjune. all works belong to sunmoonjune. do not copy, translate, or repost any of my works. I will no longer be updating the previous masterlist! I just needed a chance of pace to get back on track :))

*please regard the warnings at the beginning of each fic! they are very important - please remember that you curate your own internet experience, so take heed to any and all warnings*

previous masterlist

petrichor

a stray kids and ateez supernatural universe! 

choose your own adventure masterlist

in this masterlist, you’ll be guided to pick your first adventure: through the door of rising suns and rays of light or the door of starry skies and a midnight moon? 

once you pick your door, there will be links to the fics in each universe in the masterpost of the specific kingdom: the kingdom of dawn (ateez) and the kingdom of night (stray kids) 

there is lots of lore for each universe in these pieces! 

stray kids

oneshots

primordial: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [sea gods au, soulmate au]

[preview]

synopsis: “Oh no,” the deep voice spoke hushedly, “we cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully.” 

warnings: suggestive content! minors dni!! mentions of death, drowning injury, blood, poly relationships including member x member, swearing

rating: mature [due to suggestive content]

word count: 12.3k 

storm clouds at midnight: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem! reader [werewolf au, soulmate au]

synopsis: moving to a little woodside town, you discover a deep bond that connects you to eight wolves who reside in the forest aside your cottage. soon after your first meeting, you give into the enchanting magical connection and accept the pack leader’s challenge: if any of the wolves can catch you, you'll accept the mating bond (a silly proposal, considering you have long since accepted the connection)

warnings: intense suggestive content (not explicit smut, but damn well close) [minors dni!!], predator/prey, chasing, blood, injury, vulgar language, cursing, biting, choking 

rating: extremely mature! [minors pls do not interact!]

word count: 26.3k

↳ untitled drabble: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [storm clouds! universe] 

hyunjin, minho, chan, felix based 

synopsis: musings about hyunjin and his hair-tie stealing tendencies 

warnings: gets a little raunchy -- minors please dni! suggestive content and cursing 

↳ moonlit inferno: poly! ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [storm clouds! universe] 

synopsis: the wolf pack muses upon the mating chases that have occurred since your courting process finished. one resulted in your favor, the other in their own. while planning their tactic to win the next, they’re interrupted by your call with someone they had not expected. 

warnings: suggestive content!! predator/prey, chasing, cursing, vulgar language, choking, teasing, biting, minors please do not interact with this piece (you will get blocked!)

rating: mature! [minors dni]

word count: 10k 

ateez

series

like the moon: poly!ot8 ateez x fem! oc!reader

*disclaimer: I tag the reader as an /oc/ just in case, but the reader here isn’t really an oc - she has a nickname and a backstory (as well as family figures), but she does not have any distinguishing features besides her scars and enough hair to tie rings into -- anything else is not mentioned so it’s still a reader insert, I just wanted to clarify for anyone who is confused! * 

one: the trial

two: a familiar face

three: puncture

four: honey

five: hatred

six: an anchor in storming seas

seven: angel

eight: reconciliation

nine: common ground

ten: new start

eleven: too slow

twelve: gone

thirteen: flames relit

fourteen: home 

fifteen: safe

sixteen: my hongjoong

seventeen: magpies

synopsis: it’s finally the day of your trial. you’ve been waiting for this day for years. will you succeed and become a warrior your clan can finally be proud of? or will you fail, and be banished from the village forever? 

warnings: graphic depictions of past torture, past abuse, gore, injury, death, threats, fighting, reader is nonverbal for much of this fic, previous familial abuse [this fic can be considered triggering in many aspects, pls be cautious and heed the warnings at the beginning of each chapter!]

rating: mature

word count: 160k 

status: in progress

↳ extra lore! some extra detail on her mask 

↳ extra lore! the semiotics of a long bow: a glimpse into the symbols seonghwa carves into his longbow

↳ spring tides: a like the moon oneshot

synopsis: the ateez clan celebrate your birthday <3 

warnings: vague mentions of eating disorder, death and torture, scars, ptsd, very fluffy! a lot of comfort! not so dark this time xD I did not proofread this :D 

rating: teen 

word count: 14.1k 

oneshots

dewdrops at dawn: poly!ot8 ateez x fem! reader [demon au, soulmate au] [petrichor! universe]

synopsis: you’ve never really believed in angels, or anything of the sort, but in a last ditch effort to escape a grave situation – you find yourself to praying for someone - anyone - to come help you. 

“wow, you would not believe how fast angels are! I had to fight like six of them to answer your call!” 

warnings: creepy men, implied chubby!reader, social anxiety, implied neurodivergency, cursing, being followed, drunk assholes, blood, death, minor gore, intense sexual themes [minors dni!!], heavy suggestive content 

rating: mature [minors dni!]

word count: 17.2k

mist at daybreak: poly!ot8 ateez x fem! reader [demon au, soulmate au] [petrichor! universe]

[preview]

synopsis: a one shot to continue dewdrops at dawn. 

as you officially settle into life in Hell, a few problems arise. the first comes in the form of nightmares - or memories, you suppose - memories of your death. images of blood and tears, the sight of your grieving mates, and the weak plea of a promise are all you can see. 

“forever, angel.” he promises, voice weak as tears muddle his vision. “forever. I promise.” 

warnings: blood, death, cursing, mourning, suggestive content, mentions of vomit

rating: mature [minors dni]

word count: 5.7k [preview] 

jujutsu kaisen

series

house-elves & moondew: poly!satosugu x fem!reader [hogwarts au] 

chapter one

synopsis: “you must be some wizard,” Suguru huffs softly, a warm smile gracing his features as his dark eyes drift over you. his chest sings with a giddy lightness, feeling the butterflies in his stomach turn when a little grin pulls at your features. 

when you tilt your head in confusion, Satoru continues for his partner. “You’ve bewitched us,” he murmurs softly, voice warm and husky as he leans close, “body and soul - without even uttering a single spell.” 

warnings: social anxiety, reader has implied trauma, violence, injury, blood, death, death eaters, heavy suggestive content [minors dni!!], cursing

rating: mature [minors dni!]

word count: 15k

status: ongoing

oneshots

in their loving hands: poly!satosugu x fem!reader [mafia au, kindergarten teacher au]

synopsis: you’re a hard working kindergarten teacher, just trying to earn enough money to move out of your run-down apartment. everything is normal, or as much as it can be, until two men drop their daughters off in your kindergarten classroom. Nanako and Mimiko quickly become two of your favorite students, and their unreasonably attractive fathers have nothing to do with it - you promise! 

warnings: blood, death, cursing, mentions of cheating, insecurity, being followed/chased, being attacked, mentions of sexual content! 

rating: mature 

word count: 18.8k

gods and monsters: poly!satosugu x fem!reader [pacific rim au]

synopsis: six years after you lose your jaeger co-pilot, the Marshall finds you working on the coastal wall; he’s adamant you return to your station, but you can’t imagine piloting a jaeger with anyone who isn’t your brother. when you’re talked into returning to base, you’re met with the world’s two best jaeger pilots. 

warnings: blood, death, gore, cursing, mounters, past trauma, reader has a brother, fighting, angst, heavy suggestive content [minors dni!] 

rating: mature [minors dni!]

word count: 27.6k

raspberry leaves: poly!satosugu x fem!reader [jjk au] [family!au]

synopsis: reader has severe period cramps in the middle of the night and hides in the bathroom to try to deal with her agony. geto wakes to your figure missing in bed and worries. how can he help your pain? 

warnings: periods, severe cramp, painkillers, fainting, mentions of vomiting, cursing, fathers!gojo and geto, megumi tsumiki nanako and mimiko are your kids :D 

rating: teen 

word count: 12.5k 

works in progress 

*these are works that are currently being drafted - fics will only be added to this list if they have portions written!* 

kpop groups

mist at daybreak: poly!ot8 ateez x fem!reader [dewdrops at dawn universe]

thunder at twilight: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [stormclouds at midnight universe]

planned

all of my stars: poly!satosugu x fem!reader [jujutsu universe, geto doesn’t defect, happy!au lol] 

our own constellations: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [primordial universe] 

#masterlist #sunmoonjune #ateez x reader #stray kids x reader #poly!ateez x reader #poly!stray kids x reader #skz x reader #ot8 stray kids #hongjoong x reader #chan x reader #Felix x reader #Seonghwa x reader #Wooyoung x reader #mingi x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #poly!satosugu #jjk x reader #seungmin x reader #changbin x reader #jeongin x reader #jisung x reader #minho x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #jongho x reader

[therhythmafterthesummer]

WereRoomies - Series Instalments

Please be aware that if you interact with my works and you don’t have any indication of being an adult in your profile you’ll be blocked. If you’ve added your age indicator in your profile and want to be unblocked you can reach out to me on @therhythmafterthesun. For more info you can read this post.

General Themes: Werewolf AU | Fluff | Smut | Angst | *gasp* and they were roommates…

Comments: i needed more soft (meaning, not hyper-aggresive) werewolf content, so i created this AU. this series is supposed to feel like a warm hug with a lot of HornyButInLove content, so hopefully any angst that comes with it is bearable. i’ve also tried to make it so these instalments can be read on their own without having to read the others… not sure how successful i’ve been at that, but know that i’m trying lol

if you wish to be tagged in any future instalments (or in any of my works for any specific member), you can fill in this form!

you can also find this series on AO3

Chronological Order (Main Stories) - Total Word Count: ~131k

It’s Cold Out (Chris)

Rut (Chris)

Alpha Dog (Chris)

It’s Warm In (Chris)

Finding Comfort in Autumn (Changbin)

Camping with Wolves (Minho)

Love is Easy (Chris)

Heat (Changbin)

Of Apples and Moss Beds (Felix ft Hyunjin)

Dog Unleashed (Minho)

Afraid to Lose You (Chris)

The Love I Always Dreamt Of (Changbin)

Are You There, Wolf? (Minho)

The Wedding Planners (Changbin)

???

Order of Publication

It’s Cold Out (Chris)

It’s Warm In (Chris)

Rut (Chris)

Finding Comfort in Autumn (Changbin)

Camping with Wolves (Minho)

Love is Easy (Chris)

Heat (Changbin)

Alpha Dog (Chris)

Of Apples and Moss Beds (Felix ft Hyunjin)

Dog Unleashed (Minho)

The Love I Always Dreamt Of (Changbin)

Afraid to Lose You (Chris)

Are You There, Wolf? (Minho)

The Wedding Planners (Changbin)

???

Drabbles - Total Word Count: ~34k

Guilty (Chris) - Sometime before It's Cold Out/Alpha Dog

Hugs (Chris) - Sometime before It's Cold Out/Alpha Dog

Emotional Support Animal (Chris) - Sometime before It's Cold Out/Alpha Dog

Pre-rut Struggles (Chris) - Sometime before It's Cold Out/Alpha Dog

Twenty, flirty, and thriving (Chris) - Sometime after Alpha Dog

Mirror (Chris) - Sometime before Love is Easy

Surprise (Chris) - Sometime after Love is Easy

Chubby Bunny (Chris) - Sometime after Love is Easy

Tired (Chris) - Sometime after Love is Easy

Stress Relief (Chris) - Sometime before Afraid to Lose You

Scenting (Chris) - Sometime after Afraid to Lose You

Warming (Chris)* - Sometime after Afraid to Lose You

Offended (Chris)* - Sometime after Afraid to Lose You

The Nest (Minho) - Sometime after Are You There, Wolf?

Dreams (Chris) - Sometime after Afraid to Lose You

Caught (Chris) - Sometime after Afraid to Lose You

The Uniform (Minho) - Sometime after Are You There, Wolf?

Fashion Show (Chris) - Sometime after Afraid to Lose You

*these are actually longer than a drabble, but they fall in the same category as the other ones (aka they're not really essential to the main storyline), so they are grouped with the rest.

Extra content tags:

WereRoomies ask - answering readers’ asks

WereRoomies Headcanons - readers’ headcanons

Chan (Chris) - Total Word Count: ~87k

Guilty: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to ??? | Smut]

For a werewolf, Chris has a lot of self-control. But, after one too many nights ignoring the noises that came out of your room, he just can’t hold himself back anymore. [Even though the events depicted in this piece take place before It’s Cold Out, i highly recommend reading it after].

Hugs: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to ??? | Fluff | Hurt/Comfort]

Chris came to your shared flat late at night. He was worried, tired... You figured giving him a hug was the best way for you to help.

Emotional Support Animal: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to ??? | Fluff | Hurt/Comfort]

Some nights are easier than others. Tonight is, unfortunately, one of the hard ones. Thankfully, your roommate is always there to help to the best of his capabilities.

Pre-rut Struggles: 3k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to ??? | Suggestive]

Chris is down bad for you… Unfortunately, his upcoming rut doesn't make dealing with that any easier.

It’s Cold Out: 8k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to Lovers | Smut]

Your roommate had been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. It was because of his condition, you thought; and in a way, you had been right, just not in the way you had expected.

Rut: 4k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to Lovers | Smut | Fluff]

Your roommate’s rut is coming to an end.

Alpha Dog: 17k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to Lovers | Smut | Fluff | Soulmate AU? 👀]

Chris had a dream since he was very young. He wanted to have a pack of his own, to build a safe space for people with views just like his. Once he managed to accomplish that, he would’ve never imagined that his next dream would arrive at his doorstep in a pretty sundress.

Twenty, flirty, and thriving: 1k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Your boyfriend Chris helps you deal with the heartbreak your ripped jeans have caused you.

It’s Warm In: 4k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

You try to spend an intimate, relaxing evening with your boyfriend a handful of months after his rut.

Mirror: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

What should be a simple piece of furniture inadvertently became one of the best gifts Chris has ever received.

Love is Easy: 10k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

After two years of living among werewolves, of being an important member of their pack, you finally get to partake in one of their most important activities: their ‘monthly camping trip’.

Surprise: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Your boyfriend had been stressed with work lately, so you got yourself a pretty lingerie set to surprise him, hoping to cheer him up.

Chubby Bunny: 1k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris takes you on an escapade to his house in the woods. He would’ve never expected what you had in store for him.

Tired: 1k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris comes home late and tired out of his mind, but even then, he still seeks your warmth.

Stress Relief: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris has had a bad day at work and asks you to help him relieve some stress.

Afraid to Lose You: 9k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | bit Angsty | Established Relationship | Soulmate AU]

The aftermath of an argument with a supernatural being was something no one ever prepared you for, much less if that supernatural being was someone you were romantically involved with. You figured it’d happen eventually, you just weren’t aware of how much it could hurt.

Scenting: 2k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris is perfectly capable of keeping his animal needs at bay, but sometimes that self-control can waver, especially when you come home smelling like other people.

Warming: 4k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

You help Chris relieve some stress once again.

Offended: 3k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris takes offence when one of your co-workers gives you a back-handed compliment.

Dreams: 1k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris wouldn’t have ever imagined how worked up a dream could get him... He supposed it was only natural, though, when the subject of his dream was you.

Caught: 1k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Chris likes to have some fun out in the open, but, more specifically, he likes to have some fun with you.

Fashion Show: 1k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

You show Chris your latest acquisitions, testing his self-control in the process.

Lee Know (Minho) - Total Word Count: ~35k

Camping with Wolves: 11k [Werewolf!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | bit of Angst | Best Friends to Lovers]

Minho was your rock, he was your anchor, your best friend, which was why you just couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him, even when he was, essentially, a supernatural being. One ‘camping trip’ might be the last push you needed to finally confess. Or maybe not… 

Dog Unleashed: 11k [Werewolf!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Mild Angst? | Established Relationship]

Starting a relationship with the man that had been your best friend since you were a kid was and wasn’t easy in equal parts. It was, because there wasn’t anyone in this world you trusted more than Minho, there wasn’t anyone that made you feel this safe. But sometimes, it just wasn’t. Not only because of the physical distance, but also because of the challenges that posed having a supernatural boyfriend who didn’t like to talk about his equally supernatural problems.

Are You There, Wolf?: 8k [Werewolf!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers]

Minho had always deemed himself a bit of a weirdo. In his humble opinion, he’d only become even weirder with time, especially after he acquired his supernatural… condition. He’d never cared much about it, not when you’d always been there for him, and hopefully you would always be.

The Nest: 2k [Werewolf!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Jisung taught you how to build a nest, which was something that would hopefully help you explore your boyfriend’s underdeveloped instincts.

The Uniform: 2k [Werewolf!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

You and Minho find your old school uniforms, and he thinks now’s the best opportunity to fulfil an old fantasy of his...

Changbin - Total Word Count: ~31k

Finding Comfort in Autumn: 16k [Werewolf!Changbin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Rivals? to Lovers | Roomies to Lovers | Fluff | Smut | Angst | Slow Burn]

Changbin was an alpha. He had always been an alpha, but he had a secret. A secret he had only ever shared with the alpha of his pack, a secret he had kept buried as deep within him as he could, a secret he had decided to ignore, until the presence of that annoying omega coworker of his wouldn’t let him ignore it anymore.

Heat: 6k [Werewolf!Changbin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

With you, Changbin was able to explore areas of himself he’d never even imagined existed. With you, Changbin found himself feeling at home more than ever, which was why he wanted nothing more than to experience your heat with you, too. 

The Love I Always Dreamt Of: 5k [Werewolf!Changbin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

As you and Changbin got to fulfil one of your shared fantasies, he couldn’t help but be reminded that you were the one and only wolf for him.

The Wedding Planners: 3k [Werewolf!Changbin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship]

Planning a wedding was way more stressful than Changbin could’ve ever expected. It seemed so easy at first, like all that was needed was to fulfil a checklist and call it a day, but he realised very quickly that there was a reason for the concept of bride and groomzilla to have been created.

Han (Jisung) - Total Word Count: TBD

Work In Progress...

Felix - Total Word Count: ~15k

Of Apples and Moss Beds: 15k [Werewolf!Felix ft. Werewolf!Hyunjin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Angst | Fluff | Strangers to Lovers | Soulmate AU?]

Felix’s crude reality made it so he hardly dwelled on the fact that he was alone. He never would’ve imagined he’d find a loving family of his own, or that he would be capable of imprinting and finding a soulmate, let alone two.

Seungmin - Total Word Count: TBD

Work In Progress...

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[lettersfromaphrodite]

[11.11]

― pairing : Chris x Fem! Reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, Chris is a wolf, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.939

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Quickly spinning on your heels, you hastily hid yourself behind an oak tree, your heavy cape hugging your frame and its cape successfully hiding your face from the woods' prying eyes. “Damn King going on a hunt when I need to gather herbs,” you thought, annoyed. With a harsh tug, you freed the part of your dress that was stuck in a lump of roots near your feet, an annoyed whiff escaping your lips.

«Gowns are impractical.» your witch Mentor told you, many years ago. «Unpractical but stylish.» you justified yourself, back then.

“I should have listened to that old lady,” you thought to yourself, as you quietly started to make your way back home; truth was, you only considered a dramatic change of style as occasions like this happened. After all, you were a powerful witch, you could wander anywhere without fearing anyone; you only needed to be quick and stealth during those few times where you roamed in the King’s territory to gather few of the herbs you needed for your spells. Sharpening your ears, you took the hint to move once again, trying to be as quick as possible to finish your task. Your basket was almost completely full of everything you needed, and haste suddenly became your best friend, since you knew that the King and his men would be back soon and you needed to get back home quickly. You were not banned from the King’s territories, in fact, you have been requested many times to work as a medic for the Castle, but you always refused, answering that you did not want to be part of the King’s domain. You were a witch, and your Mentor had always taught you that witches only belonged to the Moon and answered to the laws of nature. Witches could never belong to a King, trapped inside a Castle.

Small, pained whines caught your attention, and you froze in your steps, trying to identify where those noises were coming from; those complaints definitely seemed not human. Drawn by a strange force, you changed your original direction, your feet walking towards those little cries almost as if something was steadily pushing you towards that way.

«Oh, no.» you whispered, catching the attention of the creature –a large grey wolf, which immediately sapped its head towards you, big and inquisitive red eyes staring back at you with a wary snarl.

Your brows furrowed, wondering what to do. Wolves and witches had never been on good terms, but how could you leave it to die? Your eyes shifted on its form, laying on its side, grey fur covered with blood, which slightly pooled around its frame.

“Screw that,” you thought as you swallowed loudly, slowly placing your basket on the floor, and taking a hesitant step closer. The wolf growled at you, still wary of your presence, and you halted your steps once again. You knew it could not attack you due to the amount of blood staining its side – you deduced that it was a quite big wound, but nothing guaranteed you that the wolf would not try to bite you as soon as you were within its reach. You were enemies, after all.

«Okay, I-I’m not trying to hurt you,» you lift your hands, taking off the hood on your head, so that the wolf could see that you were not challenging him, in fact, your eyes never once tried to hold its gaze, «I know you don’t understand human language, but I want to help you.» you said, sincerity transpired through your voice, and since his growl momentarily stopped, you took it as a sign to get closer.

For a single second, you thought that maybe, just maybe, the wolf understood what you said, but that thought disappeared from your mind as soon as, kneeling next to its side, you hesitantly touched its grey and bloody fur, drawing your hand back as the wolf whined again, painfully. To your dismay, it was indeed a large wound, and judging by the look of it, it must have been pretty deep, too. Your shoulders fell in dejection, you could not heal the wolf using a spell, it would take too much time and neither of you were safe out in the open; you needed to take him to your house to treat him back to health.

“It must have been the King and his men,” you concluded, “may Artemis curse them.”   You were never particularly fond of wolves – you basically grew up both fearing and despising them due to your mutual and unmotivated hatred, but you couldn’t stand how humans decided to make a ricreative activity out of something like hunt.

«I’ll take you to my house to heal you. However… I fear the way back won’t be comfortable for you.» you mumbled the last part, getting back on your feet and untying your cape by the small, neat ribbon in the middle of your collarbones. The wolf was still cautiously looking at your every move, and you ignored him, carefully spreading your dark green cloak on the ground. The wolf was far too big and far too heavy for you to lift it up and carry it all the way to your cottage, so you decided to move it on your cape – with extreme difficulty, so that you could at least half drag, half carry it. Your eyes flashed golden as you casted a spell on the both of you, making the wolf’s weight partially non-existent and also, that any human that crossed your way back would not have seen you. It took you a lot of effort and all the strength you had in your body to walk back – your basket full of herbs obediently floating in the air and following the both of you.

You made sure to be as careful and attentive as you could, trying not to worsen the wolf’s wound and stopping as soon as its whines seemed more painful. A part of you wanted to wonder why the wolf seemed so obedient and less wary of you, but the part of you focused on getting home unharmed had the upper hand.

Your cottage was not particularly big; in fact, it was quite humble to belong to a powerful witch. You could have had any house you wanted and yet, you decided to settle there: two floors, grey and uneven bricks, a large garden around the perimeter of your house – part of it served as a small vegetable garden, everything surrounded by a wooden fence.

It was humble, but it was fairly distant from both the woods and the closest village, and you loved it.

You dragged the wolf’s still whining frame – which you found out being a he, all the way to your house. Your forehead was sweaty, your body completely ached, you most definitely needed a bath, and you were sure that your cape was definitely damaged, but still your main thought was to check his wounds, since the fear of them being infected made way into your brain.

Your eyes flashed golden once again, and some pillows and blankets re-arranged themselves on the floor near your small sofa, in order to create a bed large enough for him to be comfortable.

Carefully, you laid the wolf on the makeshift bed, taking a deep breath and slowly stretching your arms in the vain attempt to get rid of the ache and soreness on your limbs. Absently, you kicked the bloodstained cape out of your reach, and quickly knelt next to him. You took another deep breath, aware of the wolf’s red eyes plastered on your face, watching your eyes flashing golden once again as you casted spells, once after the others. Next to you, immediately made their appearance a small basin full of steaming water with a white cotton cloth immersed in it, you reached out to the tools in mid-air, focusing on the wolf’s wound.

«This is going to hurt, please don’t bite me.» you mumbled, barely above a whisper, unaware that he heard you loud and clear. You carefully began to wash his wound with slow but firm strokes, your heart skipping several beats anytime he whined and writhed in pain. Trying to be as delicate as you could, you meticulously wiped away all the blood, the steamy water in the basin now of a reddish colour, and once the wound was clean enough, you quickly stood up and walked towards you small kitchen, hastily creating an herbal compress using your marble mortar and pestle.

What you feared the most ended up being the truth: the wound was infected. You massaged a side of your temple; you have never felt so stressed in your whole life. The wolf’s life at this point was completely in your hands. The wound was too big and infected to heal by itself.

«Okay, big boy. It’s gonna hurt – like, a lot.» you dared to look at him in the eyes, feeling a random sensation in your stomach, but didn’t gave it any importance as you kneeled once again next to his side and coated your fingers with the herbs, slowly spreading the medicine on his would while casting a healing spell. Although you were completely focused on what you were doing, the wolf’s painful whines raised goosebumps on your skin.

You closed your eyes, running a hand through your hair and trying to ignore the sensation of exhaustion spreading around your body, and as you also tried to ignore the headache you got anytime you used too much magic in so little time, you felt a tentative bump against your skin. Your eyes shot open, and your gaze locked with the wolf’s big, red eyes. He repeated the action, nudging his nose against your knee, noticing how the emotions behind his eyes definitely shifted from wary to gentle, almost as to say “thank you”, and you let out a short, breathless laugh as you erupted into a wide smile.

«It’s still infected,» you hesitantly reached towards the cotton bandages floating next to your head, «But at least, you won’t die.» you muttered to yourself as you proceeded to create a tight bandage around his side.

Once you finished, your brain finally took notice about the huge grey wolf now asleep in your living room, and you decided to take a hot bath and get a nice change of clothes. Your new provisory bed became the small sofa right next to the peacefully sleeping wolf, so that you could check up on him every now and then.

A week passed pretty quickly, and you most definitely ended up giving up the majority of your sleeping schedule in order to watch over the wolf – not like the strained howls coming from the woods nearby would have let you sleep anyways. The fact that he was not conscious most of the day worried you more and more, not to mention that the infection had not yet gave any sign of healing despite the herbs compresses and the continuous use of magic.

What surprised you, was that anytime the wolf was conscious, he seemed to somehow search for your presence. If you were kneeling on the ground, busy with his bandages, he would place his large and fluffy head on your legs, making you giggle because, «don't be silly, how am I supposed to heal you like this?» Therefore, he would just nuzzle his nose against your thigh and settle for placing his paw above one of your legs. It was not an unpleasant feeling, instead, something about it made you feel warm, somewhere among all the concern you were feeling.

You’d still spend your days with your nose buried in all the books in your house, some of them scattered on the floor in a disordered way, desperately looking for a way to definitely help him.

As your Mentor always taught you, infections irredeemably lead to fever, and the wolf’s fever irredeemably led you to one of the biggest scare in your life.

You woke up around the middle of the morning due to a loud noise of bones cracking right next to you, and you opened your eyes just in time to see the big and grey wolf you have been treating for over a week, shifting into a brown haired boy around your age.

Needless to say, the loud and shocked scream that instinctively left your lips woke him up, and to your surprise, instead of threatening red eyes, your gaze was met big, brown and confused eyes.

«Y-You!» you shrieked, unable to move due to his head still on your lap. The boy, which you just realized being stark naked, groaned, reaching over to rub his face with his hand.

«Chris.» now, you didn’t expect his voice to be so… Beautiful.

«What? Who is that now?!» you tried to keep a calm voice, frantically moving your gaze around the room and trying to look anywhere but the boys’ toned and pale body.

You felt him chuckle, «It’s my name, witch.» he mumbled, his voice strained due to him still being in pain. «My body shifted back due to the fever, I’m sorry.»

You stared at his face as he slowly shifted around, laying on his back and turning his head so that now, his nose was almost pressing against your navel.

Before you could even think about a proper answer, he doze back to sleep, mumbling a soft, almost inaudible «thank you.» before falling back into unconsciousness.

Mindlessly, your right hand reached out to gently caress the other’s brown hair – a gesture that you did quite often with his wolf form since his grey fur was so incredibly fluffy and relaxing to caress, as you stared into the void for several minutes.

«He’s a werewolf,» you mumbled with a frown, the fingertips of your left hand carefully hovering above his features, «and he’s hot.»

Chris eventually shifted back into his wolf form within the next hours, and you tried to ignore the loud noise of bones cracking, since it seemed really painful.

The routine fell back into normal, even after the shocking news. A blush would sometimes cover your cheeks anytime the random thought of him having a human form crossed your mind, but you focused on his infected wound, which luckily started to heal.

Chris managed to spend at least half of the day awake now, and your spells were finally more effective than they were before. Your magic mixed to wolves being able to heal faster, resulted in Chris spending a bit of the day in his human form, and you being incredibly flustered about it.

You grew up with your mentor witch, who was a woman; the only boys and men you have ever met were the villagers, but you have never been alone with a boy, let alone having one inside your house and, well, completely naked. You resolved the matter quickly, giving him a blanket and excusing yourself for not having clothes that suited his body. Chris just shrugged, thankful for being alive in the first place.

«I’m not going to lie, witch.» he spoke in a soft, tender voice as you helped him sitting on the wooden chairs of your kitchen. «I literally owe you my life.» You laughed loudly at his statement, sitting down in front of him on your small wooden table, after placing two plates full of food in front of the both of you.

«Indeed you do, wolf.» you answered with the same tone, playfully pointing a wooden fork towards him. «I hope I didn’t grow white hair due to all the pent up stress and lack of sleep.» You mumbled, more to yourself. «Even if I could definitely embrace the title of “scary, lunatic witch”, now.»

An unexpected and melodious sound naturally drew your eyes back to his face, making you almost drop your spoon. Chris was chuckling, his eyes closed in two crescent moons and his mouth tightly closed as he kept chewing his food, but yet his smile was incredibly cute and the dimples that framed it contributed to make him even more handsome.

«How did you manage to end up like that?» you asked, clearing your voice, secretly hoping that by changing the topic the blush covering your cheeks would have faded, and your quickened heartbeat would have slowed down.

Chris sighed, heavily, «Me and my pack were on a hunt, we stumbled upon some hunters which had… Enchanted weapons.»

«And they just left you there on your own?» You asked, incredulous, watching as Chris nonchalantly shrugged before answering you.

«Alpha’s orders are pretty absolute, you know.» he explained, politely smiling as you got up from your chair, collecting both your plates and spoons and casting a quick spell so that they’d wash, clean and set back into their place by themselves. You noticed Chris watching in awe your eyes flash golden once again, and questionably raised an eyebrow at him.

«It’s cool,» he immediately explained, «Your magic, I mean, it’s pretty cool.»

You smiled at him, before shaking your head. «You can shift into a wolf, I believe you’re the cool one.»

Butterflies erupted into your stomach as Chris’ dimples showed up again, beautifully framing his wide smile.

Even if Chris’ wound was healing, you still did not move back to your bed upstairs. Instead, you would rather spend your days talking to him, both of you occasionally sitting on your sofa facing each other. You tried to confront Chris about why even if you were supposed to dislike each other due to centuries of mutual hatred, you got along pretty well and anytime, Chris would brush it off, adverting his gaze with a nervous laugh and saying that he really had no idea. He did not convince you at all, but you let it go.

«Do you think they’ll come looking for you?» your hands brushed against Chris’ ribs, as you changed cleaned and disinfected the wound once again. You were both sitting on his makeshift bed, a blanket covering his crossed legs as he obediently kept his arm in the air, so that you could easily finish.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him nod. «They most definitely will. We recently started living nearby, so it won’t be too hard for them.» the goosebumps on Chris’ skin anytime your hands brushed against his skin definitely didn’t go unnoticed.  «I could still come visit you, sometimes.» he added, tentatively.

Hearing his words, you felt once again that familiar sensation of unexplainable warmth, wondering why in the world could seven words even made you happy, your heartbeat soaring because “Yes, I’d love to see you again”.

«The feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy. Be wary of it, young witch. It might make you immensely powerful, it’s true. But, it might also mark your downfall.» you briefly lost yourself in thought, as you recalled what your Mentor had once told you. You did not notice how the arm that Chris was obediently keeping in the air eventually lowered, until he took your hand in his.

With hesitant, gentle movements, he silently kept his hand on top of yours, guiding it above his heart, your wide eyes meeting his soft gaze. His heartbeat was matching yours: rapid, wild, fearless.

Chris’ soft gaze was locked with yours, his gentle and warm eyes giving you the confirmation that he knew you were falling for him, and he was falling for you, too.

You breathed out a sigh, your eyes glued together and shy smiles plastered on your faces. As if you were magnets, your lips eventually met, slowly, tentatively. Chris firmly kept your hand above his heart as he other snaked around your neck, weakly gripping your nape. You and Chris kissed like two distant lovers meeting after painful lives spent looking for each other. You could feel his soft breath against your cheek, helping you realize that it was real, and you balanced yourself, placing your hand on Chris’ naked shoulder as if it was your only anchor to reality. The kiss was soft, almost shy. Chris would giggle against your lips anytime your noses brushed together a bit too roughly, and you would giggle along with him, before kissing each other again, feeling already intoxicated and addicted to his soft lips and warm skin. Chris pecked your lips once, twice, before placing your foreheads together, your fingers now interlocked above his heart.

«I don’t want to sound cheesy or anything, but,» Chris unexpectedly raspy whisper broke the silence. «I knew you were the one as soon as you found me in the woods.» he smiled, rubbing your foreheads together as he was met with your confused expression «Wolves just know who they are supposed to spend their life with.» he mumbled. You lips met, parted, and met again for countless times that night.

Sunny spring days were your favourite. The weather was not too hot, the wind would gently blow and most importantly: laundry would dry quickly. The amount of covers and blanket you have been using to create Chris bed was insane – you did not even know why you owned so many blankets in the first place.

Lost in thoughts – wondering if using your magic to collect the blankets instead of doing it manually, you definitely did not realize that a pack of wolves made their way towards your house, not until, as you collected one of the blankets from the clotheshorse in your garden, you suddenly faced a large, black and threatening wolf.

You instinctively shrieked, the wolf’s deep red eyes staring into your soul. It was like a deja-vu, but now the wolf had a black fur and by his side appeared another black wolf out of nowhere, but its eyes were mismatched: one was deep blue, and one was yellow.

The more you walked backwards, the more they followed you while growling menaciously, as if they were on a hunt and you were their prey. With the corner of your eyes, you saw more of them, and as you were about to cast a spell to stop them, you heard Chris’ authoritative voice.

«Oi! Why don’t you stop scaring my mate?» Chris was leaning on the doorway, a blanket hanging loose around his hip and white bandages hugging his stomach. «Changbin, Hyunjin, back off. Now.» You were still hugging the blanket close to your chest, as you saw them obey immediately, lowering their heads and putting a reasonable distance between you and them.

Chris’ arm draped around your shoulders. «I hope you have seven spare blankets.» he told you, an amused giggle on his lips.

«Why would I need more blankets-» the question died in your mouth, as they began shifting in front of you. Seven naked boys took place of the seven threatening wolves, and your gaze immediately shifted to Chris’, as your eyes flashed yellow and immediately made blankets fall over their heads.

Chris laughed loudly, kissing your forehead. «Do you want to meet them?» as you answered with a shy nod, he raised his voice, «Come on, boys, let’s go inside. Family meeting.»

“I’m gonna have to do the laundry again.” You sighed, and let Chris walk you back inside.

As your eyes met, you both erupted into shy giggles, and Chris pressed your body closer to his, affectionately kissing your temple.

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