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teeztheflag · 3 years

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to when they accidentally hurt their mate

warnings: strong language, fighting, injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of bullying

a/n: ok ok I am really sorry I had to change the request a little bit so it doesn’t become repeating <3

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Usually the alpha was the most caring person with you. Bringing you flowers and spending as much time with you as possible. When the fights between several packs reached his land he knew dangerous times were coming.

Instead of talking to you and taking you to the meetings he decided it would be safer for you to stay in your house guarded when the attacks began.

Little did he know that you were tired of not being included and as the luna of the pack it was time to use your own power to help. Hong Joong was in a full fighting and killing mode when you were circled by five other werewolves who tried to kill you without mercy.

Hong Joong‘s senses were blended when he launched at the intruders and absentmindedly also accidentally bit your leg earning him a painful cry from your wolf.

Immediately he felt like his heart shuttered to pieces not knowing you would be out here in the battlefield. You limp away from your mate and run back to your mansion. Hong Joong changes back into his human and sags to the ground.

He still cannot fully control himself. That’s why he didn’t want you to help. He cries out and lays down on the grass not knowing if he could get under your eyes again.

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Running away from a horde of big - way too big - wolves wasn’t what you planned for your camping trip. It was easy the third time you stumbled over your own feet hearing the low growls behind you. Your blood seems to freeze when you emerge a wide meadow where the only source of light is given by the full moon.

Tears escape your eyes when another whimper leaves you - they circled you. Was this a normal behavior for wolves? What should you do in a situation like this?

You’re only in a light see-through gown because of the hot temperatures these days. It feels like the wolves are strategizing at how they share gazes and let out noises that could be mistaken as chuckling.

Suddenly one of them jumps on you pinning you down to the ground. The animal is flashing it’s dangerous canines at your shaking form. You cannot help yourself to frantically scream and try to push it off you.

It seems to lower itself only more and out of instinct you bare your neck fearing this would be the end for you. The wolf sniffles and licks the spot under your ear. A tear runs down you cheek when you can feel a sharp pain where he draws a little bit of blood.

Suddenly it is pushed off you with force and a much stronger growl leaves a completely black wolf that’s is standing in front of you. You follow the scene in front of you with interested eyes when the other wolves seem to bow down in submission and quickly vanish out of the scene.

Great. The big bad wolf wants you for himself.

It really confuses you when the wolf slowly turns around eying you for a while. You try to get away from it when it nears your form and leans down to lick away the blood that is running down your neck. Again a sound of pain leaves your form to which the wolf backs away in an instant.

A huff can be heard and with conflicted eyes it turns around to escape the scene.

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j e o n g y u n h o

„Why are you running away from me?“ No answer.

„Do you like being chased?“ You still don’t answer.

„Okay, (y/n). We know it since three days so why are you not recognizing our bond?“

A tear escapes you which you’re quick to wipe away with the back of your shaking hand. You stop abruptly staring into the depths of the forest. Your gaze turns to the ground when you can sense Yun Ho moving to stand in front of you.

„My little mate. Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?“

„Wrong?“ You look up your hands turning into fists out of anger. Your chest rises with your breaths and you can feel your body heating up.

Yun Ho‘s playful smile soon vanishes and he starts to look concerned. „My love, why are you so sad?“

Of course your souls are already starting to form a connection and he feels your emotions.

„You’re asking if you did something wrong? How about hanging out with all the people that have nothing but bad comments about me left? Laughing at me? Hurting me whenever they can?“

Yun Ho starts to realize what you’re talking about.

„You’ve hurt me, so much already. That is not easy to accept.“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

You can feel his eyes burning on your back since half an hour. The beta next to you shamelessly flirts around although he knows your mate is sitting back with his friends.

Yeo Sang was one of the more roguish wolves in your pack always tending to not listen to any orders or picking a fight. Finding out about your bond was actually really shocking to you. You’re probably one of the nicest girls in the pack - according to folks. Always dressed in some pretty dress or blouse and never a too low neckline.

Your connection was still fresh and so far you managed to have the minimum contact with the trouble maker. Just to the point of tonight where the younger people of your pack met up for a campfire and some drinks.

„Wanna take a swim?“ You blush at his words but take his hand anyway letting him guide you through the trees. Standing in front of the lake and seeing that the beta ist already getting rid of his clothes makes you feel bad. He’s smirking at you.

„I don’t know if this is ok...“ Suddenly the beta gets a blow into the face by one of Yeo Sang‘s friends and two of them start to secure the beta in his holds. You’re overwhelmed with the situation immediately and Yeo Sang‘s eyes are dangerously yellow. He gets a painful hold on your wrist screaming at you but you’re not in the position to answer him.

„Y - you’re hurting me.“ Yeo Sang‘s mouth twitches at your words and with a hiss he let’s go of your arm ordering his friends to take you to his home.

The beta spits out blood laughing at the remaining guys and Yeo Sang.

„Great. Now she fears you even more.“ Yeo Sang punches him again knowing he’s right. He lets out a frustrated sigh condemning his short temper.

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c h o i s a n

It was San‘s highest priority to keep the daughter of their alpha safe. Naturally he was always by your side following you around sometimes to your dismay.

This night you were able to shake the boy off and visit a club with your friends in the town nearby. Mostly humans could be seen here and you finally were able to let loose.

Shaking your body from left to the right you can feel a pair of arms sneaking around your waist to move you to the rhythm with him. Your head falls back landing on the shoulder of your dance partner a permanent smirk on his face.

It all happens to fast when you can feel someone ripping you out of the grip of the stranger. You fall down to the ground hurting your knee in the process. Hissing out you can see your friends immediately rushing to your side while you give the intruder a deadly glare.

San doesn’t stop to give the beautiful man punches when you’re quick to stand up and pry him off the man. San‘s eyes turn into a dangerous color when he eyes you an you know you better get out off here before he looses himself fully.

Outside he has a strong grip on your arm and ushers you into his car. The night flys by while a soft tune is humming. You’re so pissed at him that you decide to better not say anything. Suddenly he speaks up: „You’re letting vampires touch you now? Yeah? The daughter of the alpha is getting it on with vampires!“

„I - I didn’t know he was a - “

„Of course you didn’t! You are so young and literally know nothing!“

After a while of silence you turn to him a sigh escaping you. „I am sorry, San. Thank you for rescuing me...“

His gaze is fixed on the street and he can feel his heart and soul pulling on a bond that is still not touchable for you.

„It is my job to look after you. I failed...“

„No! You didn’t! I promise I won’t ever run away from you again!“ Silence follows but with a last glance San frowns deeply.

„Your knee... this will be a problem when we’re back.“

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s o n g m i n g i

„Yes, Min Gi! Just a little bit - closer!“ The wolf under you grunts while balancing you on his shoulders.

Your fingers are close to the fruit that is considered very rare in the realm. Your fingers are close to touching the fruit when suddenly your self made latter shakes and both of you fall down with a low thud.

„Ouch! Min Gi!“ The wolf‘s head hurts and his vision blurrs but hearing your crying he quickly stands up on his paws and howls out.

His tail is wiggling excited while he licks your face and tries to comfort you.

„I - I think my wrist is twisted.“ Tears are running down your cheeks while Min Gi suddenly changes back into his human form a frown on his face.

„Oh my god, I am so sorry!“ He frantically turns from left to right gripping his hair out of frustration. „What should I do what should I do!“

„Min Gi!“ You say through gritted teeth trying to hold in the pain. „Calm down and take me back to the pack!“

Min Gi wears a blank face hurt because he hurt you.

„Min Gi!“

He shakes his head to get a clear mind and sends you a firm nod. „Right. Back to the pack!“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

You and Woo Young often played around in your wolf form chasing each other in the forest. Of course your animal instinct pushed you to little fights from time to time doesn’t matter if it is your mate.

Usually the fights always ended in the two of you changing back into your human body and starting a heated session.

This time unfortunately Woo Young pushed you a little bit to hard against the tree earning him a painful howl out of you. First you can hear him jumping around snickering for winning the battle but when you’re still lying down not moving much he slowly emerges your side tilting his head confused.

„(y/n)?“ He nudges your side with his snout trying to get a response from you but you keep breathing hard letting out little whimpers.

„(y/n)?! Are you hurt?“ Immediately his playful demeanor is gone and he changes back into his human form to search your body for any injuries.

„Oh shit! Change back! Come on!“ He’s totally devastated by now trying to caress you and encourage you with slow motions. You’re a crying mess when you’re back in your naked form.

„Woo Young... my b-back...“ He’s quick to pick you up bridal style and carry you past the trees in a lightning speed.

„Hold on a little bit longer, sweetheart.“ His firm voice and determined gaze really does it‘s wonders and you try to hang on to it until you reach the hospital.

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c h o i j o n g h o

Jong Ho could only snicker how you always managed to get out of his way. The campus was big and you really thought the handsome male that just happened to cross your way out of pure coincidence. Of course Jong Ho made sure to follow your every step because he just couldn’t help himself.

Finally finding his mate filled his body with adrenaline and having you not in the eye sight drove him crazy. The only problem that stopped him from immediately getting to you: you’re human. Probably not knowing about the world of magic and their creatures.

It was just the problem that you happened to have a boyfriend and one day it was too late for self control when he had the boy pinned to the wall in one of the cafeterias of the campus.

„Stay away from her!“ Your boyfriend shuddered at the low growl that came from the boy in front of him not knowing the slightest what he did wrong when he just gave a you peck on the cheek.

You screamed and kicked at him not knowing what happened a few seconds ago. When he suddenly turns around leaving you dumbfounded and all the others in the location you decide you wouldn’t let him go this easily.

You follow him and don’t even recognize that he’s going into the woods. He stops in his tracks when you don’t stop talking and you can see him breathing hard. Jong Ho tries to control his feelings but the frustration is taking over and when you try to turn him around by his shoulder he accidentally pushes you.

Your head collides with a stone and blood can be seen leaving the desperate wolf speechless. He runs to your side trying to wake you up but he’s getting no reaction out of your form. With tears pricking his eyes he’s quick to carry you to his pack to help you knowing it is now to late for you to turn back.

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0606-hyuck · 3 years

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a letter to my lover | zhong chenle

♡ dear y/n, i’m writing you this letter in the hopes that it gets to you well. our relationship has been tumultuous, that’s for sure, and i thought it was high time i wrote you a letter detailing all the times you said "i love you" that are important to me.

genre: chenle x reader, angst, fluff, supernatural!chenle, vampire!chenle

warnings: violence, blood/gore, death (of animals), guns, general vampirism

word count: 4.1K

tagging: the lovely @roses-of-the-moon ♡ @mora134340 @ncteology + @nct-writers

Y/N,

The first time you said “I love you”, I thought I was going to have to kill you.

That night we first met, I was not in a good state. My family had recently been forced to move from the commune we had called home for twenty years by your kind, and we were essentially on the run in search of a new, friendlier place to stay. Because we were vampires, my family could only travel efficiently during the night and so we were tired and very, very hungry. My mother, older brother, and I had managed to find a dingy little abandoned warehouse to stay in and we’d been taking turns to go out and feed on the wildlife near our new home. When I met you, I was scouring the forest for something to eat. A deer, a rabbit, a fox - I would eat literally anything at this point. Shit, even a frog would have been enough to sustain me until my family joined the vampire commune rumoured to be near your city.

Running almost blindly through the forest due to the large trees blocking out any moonlight, I had picked up the scent of what I assumed to be a wild deer and was doing my best to catch up to it while working on extremely low levels of energy. As a half-vampire, my senses were not as strong as a pure vampire even when they were functioning at normal capacity, let alone when I had been starving for days. I’d never ever been this hungry before in my whole life - I could feel my vision clouding and the bloodlust taking over my mind, pure adrenaline and craving coursing through my veins.

After a few moments the deer was within my sights and a couple of seconds later I was close enough to pounce on top of it and send us both rolling through the damp forest floor. The poor creature had no idea what was happening - one second it was standing peacefully alone and the next it was being chased by an inhuman creature, unaware of what its fate would be. Trust me, I did feel guilty killing the poor thing, as I’d only ever fed off of willing mortals at the old commune. But as my fangs sunk into the deer’s neck and its hot blood flowed into my mouth, down my throat, and to every fibre of my being, remorse was the last thing I was feeling.

I remember the sensation of the deer’s blood invading my body and causing my muscles to strain and stretch, my vision to unblur, my ears and nose to pick up sensations I hadn’t noticed before, and my mind to clear. The starvation I suffered before was horrendous, but the absolute feeling of pure clarity when I was finally able to feed made it all worth it. I wiped my mouth of the animal blood dripping from my lips and that was the moment I detected you. My newly heightened senses alerted me to your presence behind me, and as I slowly turned around on my heel I was preparing myself for my second kill of the evening.

I expected a human, of course, but I was imagining an older male with a gun and a desperation to end my life, not, well...you. I remember making eye contact with you and being stunned frozen by the fact I saw no callousness in them, only fear and surprise. The way your eyes darted from my own, to the deer carcass, and then back to my bloodied mouth let me know that you’d most likely just witnessed me feeding from the animal, and I couldn’t have that, now could I?

However, I didn’t kill you that night. I definitely should have, if I were abiding by the rules of vampirism that state all witnesses to the supernatural should be exterminated, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Yes, humans were the reason my family had to leave our house in the middle of the night and yes, your kind were the reason we had to watch our friends be shot as we fled, but I really did not want to give into the violence. I was, technically, similar to you due to my father being a human. I couldn’t kill someone who shared the same blood as me. Plus, what would I gain by killing you, too? It wouldn’t bring my friends back. My family and I would be on the move to the new commune soon anyway, so I’d probably never see you again and I could sprint away from here and not worry about you.

I turned to leave, to flee off into the darkness, when you spoke again. You called for me to stay, and when I did you explained you weren’t afraid of me and simply wanted to talk. You said you were a part of the occult community - I had never heard that word before - you told me it meant you believed in the supernatural. I was shocked, I wasn’t aware there was a whole community of people who knew about us. Obviously, humans had to know about my kind as they were the ones who committed the massacre on us, and also my father had to have known about us because he, you know, married and had kids with one. I just did not realise knowledge about vampires was so widespread.

You suddenly blurted out “I love you, I love your kind, and I don’t think we should be afraid of each other.” Through your secret occult community you had heard about the massacre at my commune and that was the reason you were in the forest that night - you were risking your life to try to help my kind start a better life.

You offered for me to stay in a little office you had out the back of your family home which was on the edge of the forest, and I found the offer too irresistible to deny. Good thing I decided not to kill you, because you turned out to be the best thing that happened to me.

The second time you said “I love you”, I had just saved your life.

Honestly, Y/N, my mother and my brother were unhappy to hear that I’d wandered so far from the warehouse that I’d run into a human, but like me they could not bring themselves to turn down your offer. That night, I’d taken you back to the warehouse, explained the situation to my family, and then we’d headed through the forest back to your place. Your parents were sleeping, obviously, and you’d hurried us into the office space, given us an old mattress from your garage, blankets, a water cooler, and wished us a goodnight.

I remember I didn’t get any sleep then, neither did my mother or brother, and we’d all huddled together waiting for the makeshift office to go up in flames or for you to burst in with a group of other humans to finally get rid of us. That didn’t happen.

We soon fell into a routine where we would sleep for most of the day while you managed to keep your parents from entering the old office space for months. You provided us with fresh water for the cooler and anything else we requested to keep us entertained. During the night, my family and I would explore the forest in order to feed on the wildlife and keep our fitness up.

You started to visit me most nights when you weren’t busy in order to help me research where this new vampire community was located. My mother and brother still hadn’t really warmed to you all that much, but I don’t think you minded. You seemed to be much more comfortable when it was just us two, hunched over scriptures you’d ‘borrowed’ from your occult group.

We spent so much time with each other that we actually became friends. Y/N, at the time that was such a strange concept for me. My whole life I’d been taught that humans were my enemy, despite being half human myself. They had only caused vampires death and lifelong pain, and so you were not to be trusted. But you were different. The humans we should be afraid of were the ones who did not understand us, who were not educated about us and who would kill us the first chance they got. We weren’t told about the humans like you - the ones that were fascinated by us and who were empathetic towards our situation.

You spent many nights with me in my makeshift home in your backyard, telling me about your interest in everything supernatural. We discussed human and supernatural relations, and how we believed peace between our kind was possible and desired. You also told me about your life, and listened patiently as I heartbreakingly explained how we’d lost my father due to old age a few years ago, as he was only human and we would long outlive him.

Never once did I feel like I was oversharing or should not have told you something. I never doubted your intentions to help us, and I felt like I could finally ignore my fear of an early death by humans when you were around. You made me feel safe, and it wouldn’t be long before I returned the favour.

About three months after you had taken my family in, rumours started spreading that you were harbouring dangerous individuals in your back garden. My brother had been caught sneaking back into your property one evening after both him and I had finished a hunt. I wanted to spend longer outside so, in an almost blood-drunk state, he went back home while I stayed in the forest. This absolute fool had decided it was safe enough to enter through the driveway, meaning he had walked in off of the street and alerted your neighbours to his presence when he accidentally tripped over the garden hose and went toppling into your rubbish bin. He had then been observed unlocking the office out the back, and your neighbours assumed he was a homeless man breaking into your property. I was far enough away that I hadn’t heard all the noise my older brother had made but the yells and succeeding gunfire caught my attention.

The scene that greeted me when I finally arrived back at your place, Y/N, was horrible. You were cornered in the back of your garden, trying your best to shield both my mother and brother from the crowd of mortals that had formed and were blocking the exit of the property. I vaulted myself over your back fence and joined you and my family, and you quickly explained the situation to me. My brother had caused the neighbours to believe he was a homeless trespasser, and when they’d confronted you guys about it they had realised he and my mother were not human. Then they’d pulled out their guns and started threatening both my family and you.

When I’d arrived your parents were yelling at you to hand my family over in exchange for your life, while the neighbours pointed handguns in your direction, but when they noticed me, all hell broke loose. I was barely at your side when someone fired the first shot my way, thankfully missing me, but resulting in everyone letting a barrage of gunfire fly our way.

My brother pulled my mother to the side of the office and I dived towards you, knowing my half-vampire skin would make a better bullet-proof shield than yours would, but I didn’t quite make it in time. I watched as the bullet entered your abdomen and you fell to the ground, curled over in pain. I yelled at my mother and brother to jump over the fence and somehow managed to scoop you up from the ground and launch you over the back end of your property, and followed quickly behind.

The mob of neighbours tried to follow us, but by the time they hefted their asses over the fence, I’d pulled you into my arms and we’d already taken off into the forest. You were fading in and out of consciousness and losing a lot of blood - so much so that it was incredibly tough for me to smell your blood and restrain myself from feeding off of you then and there.

Through the research we’d done together, we’d worked out the nearest vampire community was not actually in your town but in another over, so that’s where my family and I planned to take you. Usually we would need a permit to enter the compound but were figured turning up there and asking them to save you was a risk we were willing to take.

After around an hour of non-stop running, we finally stopped for a rest in a clearing and I was able to check your wounds. My mother and brother stood far away so as to not catch a whiff of the smell of your blood, and I pulled my shirt over my nose while I examined you. Your wound was bad, but because the bullet was still lodged in your stomach it was stopping a lot more blood loss. As I had you laid out in my lap, you smirked up at me and said, “I told you I loved you. Enough to try to save your family, at least.” I smiled back at you and replied, “and I love you for that, too.”

Little did I know how deep our love for each other actually ran.

The third time you said “I love you”, you were giving up your life.

Your mortal life, that is. My family arrived at the new vampire commune, aptly called Scarlet Watch, early the next morning. By this time your condition had only worsened, your skin was cool and your face was so pale you rivaled that of a snowman. We had to beg to be let in, as we were initially turned away because we did not have the necessary papers and we were carrying you, a human on the verge of death.

My family and I caused such a commotion that the guards of Scarlet Watch called in their governor who decided to let us through - on the condition that you would be turned into a vampire in order to save your life. You were so out of it by this stage that asking you for your permission was impossible, and my family let me make the final decision, claiming I was the closest to you and would know what your wishes would be.

When deciding your fate, Y/N, I was so selfish. For me, the question wasn’t “would Y/N want to be a vampire”, it was “do I think I want to live without Y/N?” My answer was no. Not only had you risked your life to hide us in your spare room on your property and help us research Scarlet Watch, you’d also risked your life a second time when you tried your best to protect my family the night prior. Furthermore, you were the only human I’d met, besides my father, who did not want to harm me and who even took the time to get to know me. There was no way I could just let you die.

When I told the governor my decision on your behalf, there was no hesitation in whisking you off to another building in order to undergo the transformation process. My mother, brother, and I rushed after you, and we found ourselves in a kind of medical building. They laid you on a cold, metal operating table and it was like the iciness of it finally shocked you back into consciousness because your eyes instantaneously flew open and you looked around in a panic.

I managed to force my way into the room and held your hand in my own, and you seemed to calm down slightly. I explained that they were going to make you a vampire, like me, and that this was the only way to save your life because you’d lost so much blood. You agreed, and I could feel you were fading again so I told you I loved you. I don’t know why I said it, but deep down I knew it was true. You smiled, said you loved me back, and then I was pulled back out of the room and you were left to your fate.

The last time you say “I love you” will be as you watch the light fade from my eyes.

The day we arrived at Scarlet Watch was the longest day of my life. I’d never witnessed a human be transformed into a vampire, and was told that I had to just sit and wait until it was safe to visit you. Y/N, I was so scared for you. I tried to consume some bagged blood the Scarlet Watch officials provided us, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than you. While my brother caught up on some much needed rest, I sat in the room they’d lent us, wringing my hands with worry. Even my mother became concerned for me, and commented she’d never seen me in this state before. God, how awkward is it to explain to your mother you think you’re actually in love with someone? A human turned vampire, no less?

I really couldn’t properly articulate how I felt for you in that moment, because I didn’t fully understand it myself. It was like after you were shot, I was faced with your mortality and I finally realised just how important you were to me. You were unlike any other human I’d met before - there was something so precious about you that I just wanted to treasure forever. Turns out my mother understood how I felt about you, and, considering she had married and had a child with a human to produce me, she was fully supportive of my feelings. It’s not like I needed her blessing to feel the way I felt about you, but it definitely did solidify everything for me.

A few days after your transformation, I was finally able to see you again. I had been told to stay away for awhile because newly turned vampires are notoriously violent and bloodthirsty, going after anything that looks like it moves. When I saw you again, you had just woken from a long nap and I had no reservations about running over and wrapping you in my arms. I couldn’t stop myself from cupping your face in my hands and giving you a massive kiss on the forehead, and then pulling you back into me again. You just laughed, clearly a little surprised by my actions but quickly returned my affection.

I noticed the similarities between us - your skin had a sort of unnatural glow to it, your reflexes were a lot faster, and your eyes, although they’d lost their shine, were wide and alert. However, unlike me, you were considered a full vampire because you’d been turned by another of our kind. You were not ‘pure’, a pure vampire is one who is born to two full vampires, but you were technically more supernatural than I, a half vampire, was.

I didn’t tell you how I felt about you for a while afterwards. I knew that your main priority was adjusting to the new life we had here, in Scarlet Watch. This was our new home, after all. I took care of you as you were recovering from the transformation, and we moved into our own unit together while my mother and brother shared the one next to us. I taught you how to hunt, how to feed, how to regulate your heartbeat and breathing - all the basic stuff I’d known about since I was a baby, but I didn’t mind because it meant I got to spend more time in your company.

It was only when you’d almost fully adjusted to your new life that I decided to tell you I loved you, for real. We had finished work for the day - I worked as a casual laborer around Scarlet Watch and you worked in the records department of the council - and we were sitting in our shared living room discussing what came next for us. Was Scarlet Watch where we wanted to live? Is this what we wanted to do for the rest of our (un)natural lives? Did we want to stick together, or get separate apartments?

I decided to simply bite the metaphorical bullet and tell you that I wanted to be with you, in a relationship. I could tell by your stunned silence that you certainly weren’t expecting me to say that, but I did. Judging by your lack of words, I was so sure that you were going to friendzone me, Y/N, that it was my turn to be surprised when you told me that was what you wanted, too. You said us being together made so much sense, especially since we both felt so strongly for each other, and that was that.

My mother was not surprised when, two years later, I told her you and I were getting married. You know my mother, Y/N - she claims she knew we would be together the moment I confessed how I felt about you to her for the first time - but nonetheless she was very happy for us (and even happier to throw herself into wedding planning mode). The day we were married, Y/N, was the happiest day in my life. It was a stark contrast to the day you almost died, which was by far the longest and scariest day of my life.

We were finally going to be together, not that we needed a piece of paper to tell us that, and it was almost overwhelming the amount of love and support that surrounded us on that day. I remember trying my hardest not to cry - since we physically can’t, I would have just been standing there looking like I was constipated, so I am glad that I didn’t. I don’t want to say that it was you being a vampire that took my breath away when I first saw you on our wedding day, because I am sure if you were still human you would have looked just as ethereal, but there really was something about you that day that stood out to me as magical. It was almost as if you were born to be a vampire with me.

I decided to write this letter to reflect on all the memorable times you said “I love you”. Our relationship was definitely a surprise - who would have guessed that day in the forest that we would end up being married - but I don’t regret anything about it. Last night, you brought up the topic of having children together. While I would love to have children with you, it did make me think long and hard about the idea of bringing a new life into the world - but also the inevitability of death.

Our conversation made me realise that while there have been many times we’ve told each other we love one another, the last time we will say it will be when I am dying. Because you are a full vampire, and I am only a half vampire, you are almost guaranteed to outlive me by at least twenty years.

I am not sure if you’ve realised this yet, but I cannot bring myself to breach the subject of my death with you, which is why I decided to write this letter instead. I am trying to forget about this dire fact, but in all truthfulness it is a certainty that I think about every day. What will happen to you after I die? Will you be okay? Will you remarry? Will you and our children decide to move from Scarlet Watch?

One thing I can say, though, is that I don’t envy you. I can’t imagine a world where I have to keep existing long after you have gone. If an early death means I never have to see you die, then I would take that over anything else. Luckily, we still have a lot more decades to live through before I inevitably pass before you, but like I said, I can’t stop thinking about the pain my death will cause you.

For now, though, the only sensible option is to enjoy the time that we do have together, and worry about all the little details later. So, shall we get to work making babies, baby?

From your loving husband,

Chenle ;)

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nautiscarader · 3 years

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Jesse/Lake for Day 18, its late at night and they're both awake watching a movie and don't feel like going to bed yet, so Lake suggests they go out to the lake outside for a night swim.

(Ao3)

- So, why do people hate this movie, again?

- I think it's because the book was bad, I guess? - Jesse replied - And it was bad because... er... it was for girls and had vampires? And girls don't like vampires?

Jesse and Lake exchanged confused looks as the two got progressively less and less interested in the teenage drama movie.

Bored by the emotionless actors, Lake looked longingly through the window, enjoying the night's warm air, and thinking back to the past afternoon and their trip to the lake to combat the Summer heatwave.

And as those memories clouded her mind, she patter Jesse's shoulders and tossed an idea.

- Hey, let's go back swimming. - W-What, now? - Jesse's eyes widened at his friend's sudden proposition - Yeah, why not? - It's-it's late! My folks would kill me if I sneak out... - You're not a kid anymore. - she countered, playfully ruffling his hair. - Yeah, but I;m still living with them...

Lake shrugged.

- Okay, suit yourself.

And without any hesitation, she opened the window further and climbed down onto the lawn.

- L-Lake! - Jesse tried to contain his voice - Oh, darn it...

He threw his phone into his pocket and followed her, hoping to get her attention. But as soon as his feet got to the ground, she grabbed his hand and pulled him, and soon the two were running towards the same lake the two spend and entire afternoon cooling their heated heads.

Illuminated only by the full Moon, the two had no problem finding way through the trees that separated the lakeside from the outskirts where he lived.

The two went through the forest, and as Jesse tried to keep up with her, he noticed the light of the Moon shining occasionally from her, and only when they emerged, he realised why, and that made him freeze in place.

In the light of the Moon, Jesse could see her silver back reflecting its light without any obstruction, as she took her shirt away, revealing lack of her bra.

Lake stretched her arms, and tossing the shirt to the sandy ground, she stepped towards the water, seemingly unaware of her friend's predicament.

But when she noticed his absence, she turned around, and that made him gasp audibly, turning in place as well.

- What? - Er, well... - Jesse answered, his voice cracking. - Oh, come on. - Lake snickered - Don't be such a baby.

For a while, she didn't do anything, waiting for him to respond, and only when he heard the metallic noise of her jeans being unbuckled, curiosity got over his common curtsey, and he looked back.

He gasped again, seeing his friend's silvery form in its all glory, shining bright in the moonlight, as she tossed her panties and trousers onto the same pile.

The warm air did nothing to stop him from shivering, and as their eyes met again, he found himself unable to do anything, frankly.

His eyes marvelled at the sight of her naked body: her modest breasts, her ass and the alluring triangle between her legs. Even though he has seen her in a swimsuit just a few hours earlier, Jesse found himself mesmerised by her body, and the fact that he could see himself in it made it even weirder.

Though only after a while he realised that also meant she got closer to him.

- Hey, are you still with me?

Lake stepped closer and gently poked him, nearly making him fall to the ground, as his eyes darted across her body.

- Don't tell me you've never seen a girl naked. I've seen your browsing history... - N-No-hey! - Jesse interrupted himself, as Lake erupted into laughter.

She once again grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, prompting him to undo his clothes too. He watched her disappear into the waters, as he fumbled with his buckle and shirt, and soon enough found himself just with boxers... and an obvious problem.

He wanted to turn around, but realised that this would only make his situation more obvious, as Lake hurried him, playfully splashing water around them.

- Come on! - Yeah, I'm-I'm coming! - Woah, woah, wait - Lake protested as Jesse was about to enter the water, keeping his hands in front of his crotch - No clothes. - What?!

Jesse spread his arms in protest and realising his mistake, he moved them again to hide his erection. But Lake was faster, and when their eyes met, he could see a wide, sly smirk on her face.

- We're doing anatomy lesson today, come on. - she swam up, giving him a slight glimpse of her breasts again, before she turned around.

Without her piercing gaze, Jesse followed her orders and slid down his boxers, before jumping into the water to hide his obvious arousal.

The cold water cooled him only a bit, and as Lake swam towards him soon, his heart was still beating at a tremendous pace, while his naked companion seemingly didn't care.

And as he contemplated the crazy situation he was in, a sudden splash of water hit his face.

- Tag, you're it!

And with that, Lake disappeared underneath the water, prompting Jesse to swim after her. Despite his athletic build, as well as his swimming skills, she was still faster and more agile than him, and the fact that she could dive underwater for seemingly forever helped her stay away.

Every now and then, Jesse was teased with a glimpse of her silvery body and the reflection of the Moon, mixing with the one in the water, almost as if she could dissolve herself in it...

But she didn't know these waters as he did, and when Lake emerged from underneath the water, she found her chaser to be missing... until he splashed her from behind her and grabbed her shoulder to spin her around.

- Got ya!

Jesse announced triumphantly, and only after a moment, the child-like wonder was replaced by the sudden realisation that he was now inches away from the naked girl he was chasing.

In her eyes, he could see a new, fiery spark he hasn't seen yet, and the reflection of the Moon was now accompanied by a sudden tint of red on her cheeks.

- You sure did...

Lake spoke, as she swam towards him, until her chest touched his.

- L-Lake! - he suddenly spoke, catching her off-guard. - What? - Listen, I don't- I-I've never- - I know. I told you, I've seen your browsing history. - Lake smiled, as she threw her arms around his neck.

Their lips met each other, and it was more difficult to establish which one of them was more surprised: Jesse, that he was now kissing a woman, or Lake, that her lips and body acted as if they were no longer metal, as she melted herself into him.

She let out a loud moan when his fingers dug into her waist, and before her now-boyfriend could ask if he has done something bad, she replied with more ravenous kisses that silenced him.

Lake closed her legs behind his back, feeling his erection between her cheeks, and as their eyes met, she dived her hand between them, coiling her fingers around him, watching as his eyes widen.

- L-Lake, you-you are so-so-good and soft...

She was, which was a surprise to her as well. Her sturdy body was changing, all because of him, and driven by her curiosity, she had to see how much.

She moved her palm around him, listening to his angelic cries filling the air around them, until he was babbling something incoherent, followed by a much more distinctive name.

At the same time, his fingers weren't idle either, and though she had to steer him into correct place, Lake for the first time felt overwhelming pleasure, as his digits massaged her folds that parted itself underneath his touch, something she didn't know her body could do...

In the same moment, the two young adults thrashed against each other, as their bodies convulsed in their first joined climax. A moment later, water around them got a bit whiter, though Lake quickly waved his essence away.

- Lake, I'm-I'm sorry... - Ssh, it's okay. - she huffed, hiding her own excited state.

She cupped his cheek and pressed her lips against his, letting their long kiss soothe their body.

- Lake, you know... - he suddenly spoke - I think I now know the whole fascination with the sparkly skin...

Lake blinked.

- Wait, what? - From-from the movie, with the vampires, and their skin, you know! - he explained - Cos the girl found it so fascinating about him, and, and your skin reflects the Moon, and, and...

It took him a moment to realise that Lake has been staring at him with a bewilderment in her eyes, as he continued to ramble on.

- I killed the mood, didn't I? - Oh, you annihilated it!

Lake burst into laughter that echoed throughout the lakeside.

- Next time after searching "how to kiss a girl" make sure to look up some good pickup lines. - she mocked him, as the two walked out of the water - Actually no, you will mess them all up.

She jumped in place, shaking her body from the droplets of water, until Jesse handed her something.

- I brought a towel in my backpack.

For a while, Lake stared at him agape, and when she took it, she returned a sly smirk.

- Well, that's a good one...

Instead of drying her skin, she spread it onto the ground, and before Jesse could protest, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her for the third time this night.

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wh0reforjsmh · 4 years

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Lone Wolf

Summary: A lone she-wolf finds home in a new pack after a series of unfortunate events. As time passes, she slowly falls for the pack alpha and things take turn for the best as they finally find home in each other’s arms.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: werewolf au, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: violence, mentions of character death, cursing, breeding kink, knotting, size kink, overstimulation, degradation

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: This is my first time officially writing a smut so please bare with me. Some information may not be correct but I had to change it a little to adjust with the story line so don’t come at me, please.

Keep running!

You run through the woods at full speed, ignoring the pain on the soles of your feet and the way the tree branches scratch your skin. Your wolf howls in panic, urging you to run faster and lose the group of vampires following you.

Two days ago, your pack had been ambushed by rogue vampires from the coven that marked the southern land.

A little too much blood lust had them draining the life out of unsuspecting humans and their thirst for power had them killing off a few stray werewolves that hid themselves from society.

Banishment was their punishment but it didn't hinder them the slightest bit. In fact, it made them even more reckless and hungry for power.

And that's how they killed every last one of your pack members.

You had been tasked to gather a few herbs from a nearby valley to prepare for pack dinner. But the moment you got back, you sensed something wrong.

The atmosphere of the pack grounds had shifted and the cheerful chatter which could be heard within a half a mile radius was no longer present.

There were new scents in the air intermingling with those of your pack mates and instantly, you knew the reason. Vampires.

For centuries, vampires and werewolves had been mutual enemies but in the past few decades, a pact had been formed to prevent supernatural wars, a pact to live in harmony by compromising. It was simple, vampires and werewolves should never kill each other, a simple rule that can easily be carried out.

Whoever defies the agreement will be punished regardless of the reason. And the punishment varies depending on the coven or pack. However, the punishment given by the southern coven might have not proven to be a punishment at all considering the fact that their rogues continue to kill werewolves in the quest for power.

As soon as you heard the familiar howl of your alpha, your father, you ran. It was a distress howl to signal nearby pack mates to hide and protect themselves.

But vampires are agile and powerful, with sensitive hearing that could pick up the slightest of sounds.

And the sound that was emitted when you ran back through where you came from did not go unnoticed. In an attempt to save the remaining pack members, your father and the other alphas used their remaining strength to fight the vampires to give everyone else time to escape. And run you did.

Werewolves are quick on their feet, especially in their wolf form and they have relatively good hearing too. But compared to vampires, you don't stand a chance. You aren't quick enough and the fact that you aren't able to transform into your wolf form yet is another hindrance. And you can't detect their location through sound either.

But one thing you do have is a very good nose and you've been constantly sniffing the air out to pinpoint their position, enough so you could create some distance between you and them.

It's been 2 days since the incident and you've grown tired and weak, never stopping to catch a breath yet unable to suppress the drowsiness that crawls upon your consciousness.

You can't stop yet. You need to run as far as you can till you get help. That is if anyone is willing to help. Your pack has always been a little closed off from the outside world, preferring to keep to yourselves and live peacefully in the dense woods, far from civilization.

But that may prove to be a disadvantage with the way the woods seem endless as you continue to run, nobody in sight save for a few animals that scramble away at your abrupt presence.

You don't know how much longer you can take this, you've always been a weak omega with a small frame and less than average stamina and strength. With the energy you've exerted over the last few days, your body might start to cage in on itself.

"Little wolf," a voice calls out from behind and you gasp as you realize that the vampires are drawing near. "Don't be scared."

You continue to run, tears streaming down your face as you silently cry for help. You wolf is howling all over the place, stressed and gripped with fear.

You don't slow down through the chase despite the growing ache in your limbs and the burning in your lungs. _____

"Hyunjin," Jisung, the pack scout, calls as he stumbles into the main house, out of breath.

Hyunjin looks up at him from the kitchen counter, detecting the uneasiness in his voice.

"Did something happen?"

"I found a few new scents in the western border; they've just entered our land."

Hyunjin furrows his brows in thought. We're not expecting anyone.

"Rogue wolves?"

"I'm not sure. They're closing in though."

Hyunjin gets up from his seat. "Then we go meet them."

"What if it's a trap?" Minho comes into the living room, eyes sharp and guarded.

"Either way, we have to face them. We have a pack to protect and danger won't go away by itself."

"Wait," Jisung raises a hand to silence them, sniffing the air. He has the best nose out of everyone in the pack hence chosen as the scout.

Hyunjin may have the best hearing but certain sounds can only be heard through a distance. And in this case, it won't help much.

"What is it?"

"The scents are different," Jisung mumbles, eyes closed in concentration. "There's a she-wolf but the rest are very different from hers."

“Pack mates?” Chan asks from his hunched position on the sofa.

“No, it’s different,” Jisung shakes his head. “I think it’s-”

"Vampires," Hyunjin growls lowly. "We leave now." _____

Your legs are starting to give up on you as fatigue consumes you. Despite your inner protests, your body refuses to obey your commands any longer and you find yourself stumbling down the forest floor after tripping over a thick root, landing flat on your face.

Get up! Y/N, move!

You shakily anchor yourself up, putting weight on your hands but it proved to be futile as you end up falling again.

"Look who we have here."

Fuck.

"The little she-wolf has finally stopped to play," you can hear their chuckles from behind you and you inwardly scream in fright as you try to crawl away from them.

"You don't know when to give up do you?" a voice whispers in your ear and you almost scream from the pain that occurs not a second later.

The bastard had stepped on the back of your knee, putting pressure on it and causing a loud 'crack' to be heard.

You accidentally let out a whimper in pain, causing the vampires to chuckle in glee. Gosh, they're not only demonic but sadists too.

"Would you look at that, does the little wolf feel pain?"

"Fuck you," you manage to mutter but you're quickly shut with a vampire hoisting you to your feet by the back of your neck.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it?" he hisses before slamming your back against a tree trunk, hand wrapped around your throat and effectively minimizing your breathing ability.

You fight against his hold, scratching against his skin and thrashing your legs around. The vampire isn't fazed one bit by your actions, the glow of the sunlight illuminating his skin as he bares his fangs at you.

Whoever said vampires burn when they step out in the sun must have never met one. Because right now, in the evening sun, the vampires are still quite alive looking and powerful. Vampires don't burn in the sun, rather they're weaker in daytime compared to their powers in the night. And as the sun's starting to set, you fear that this may be your last breath.

"Quite beautiful, isn't it?" he laughs. "The wonders of nature."

You slowly stop fighting, the exertion causing you to slowly lose consciousness.

"That's it, let down your guard. It'll all-"

"Get your hands off her," a new voice speaks up and through your dazed state, you can see a few men standing by. The scent is akin to your pack and instantly you know.

Werewolves.

"She doesn't belong to you, Hwang," the vampire hisses in warning and the other vampires take an attacking stance, ready to kill.

"She may not belong to my pack but she is a werewolf," the man, Hwang, growls in return. "And I'm obligated to care for my kind, regardless of their status."

"She will not got with you."

"I wasn't asking. You've trespassed werewolf territory, my lands. Unless you want to end up headless, I suggest you leave."

"Never."

A split second was all it took but the moment you blinked, you find the vampire holding you captive lying still on the ground, head chopped off his body.

The hand squeezing your throat is gone and you gasp as you breathe in again, the rush of oxygen making you dizzy and you're unable to control yourself from falling over.

A pair of hands grab you before you fall to the ground, however, and you sigh in relief at the warmth surrounding your senses, unconsciously snuggling to the source of warmth and feeling safe at home.

"You're safe now," is the last thing you hear as you drift away to dreamland. _____

You hear the sound of birds chirping in delight as you regain consciousness, memories flooding back into you one by one and you sit up instantly with a sharp intake of breath, gasping for air.

"Calm down, calm down," you hear a female voice say but you can't be bothered to question who it is, unable to focus om your surroundings and still struggling to breathe.

You're not sure if you heard right but you hear a door slam open and people shouting frantically.

Tears start streaming down your face as you recall the horrors you've faced for the past few days and the recollection worsens your breathing.

"Calm down, omega. You're safe here," a soothing voice says, stroking your hair. Unlike the first voice, it's of a deeper tone but the presence is much gentler and comforting and your wolf whines in recognition.

Within seconds, your mind has cleared and your breathing starts to get back to normal. Carefully, you open your eyes, taking a look at your surroundings. As you turn to look at your savior, you're met by the most gorgeous man you have ever seen in your life.

His looks could be said to be crafted by the gods themselves with porcelain skin and captivating full lips. His eyebrows are the definition of perfect and his jet black hair frames his face delicately. But the one feature that captivates you the most are his chocolate brown eyes and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze, expression filled with awe at his beauty.

You might've stared at him for a little too long until you hear him cough under his breath.

Mother always said, "Don't stare at people."

Instantly, your face turns beet red, embarrassed at being reprimanded for staring. He doesn't seem to really mind though with the way he smirks and raises his brow. Either way, you duck your head down to avoid his gaze.

"How're you feeling, little one?" Now that you can hear and focus properly, his voice is like honey, smooth, sweet and addictive.

"I feel better," you rasp out, throat dry and voice a little croaky.

He hands you a cup of water to quench your thirst and you gratefully take it from him, gulping it down.

"Slow down, sweetheart. Else you might choke."

You blush at the both the pet name and reminder and you nod abashedly, handing him the cup back.

"Tell me, omega," he starts and you curiously peer up at him. "What happened to you?"

You ignore the lump in your throat as you look outside, retelling the events that led up to this moment.

"My pack was attacked by rogue vampires, rogues from the southern coven if I'm not wrong."

He hums at your statement, telling you that indeed, you're right.

"I was on my way back home after gathering a few herbs when I sensed a change in the air, there were new, unfamiliar scents. I had a suspicion it was vampires and when I heard my father, the alpha, howl, I knew it was a signal to run. So I ran and never stopped. I don't know if anyone even survived and I-I just-"

You break down into tears as guilt fills you. You had been so focused on running for your life that you didn't stop to think about what happened to your family.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he mumbles into your hair as he embraces your frail form, stroking the back of your head to calm you down once more. "It's not your fault. Hopefully, there will be survivors from your pack and they made it out alive."

You can only nod in agreement as sobs wreck through you, mourning the death of your family now that you're safe from danger with the alpha soothing you. _____

"What would you like to eat?" he asks once you feel a little better.

"I don't know," you chuckle tiredly. "Anything will be fine."

Hyunjin frowns at that. "You need to have a proper meal, you haven't eaten since you ran away and that's 5 days ago."

"I was out for 3 days?" you ask with wide eyes, you expected to be a dead for a while but 3 days was a little too long.

"Yes, Yeji has already cleaned your bruises and dressed you this morning but you need to eat. You're small enough as it is, you can't lose any more weight."

"Yes, sir," you mumble.

"Hyunjin," he tells you and you glance up to see him look at you with a soft smile, dimples formed and eyes crinkling into crescents. "My name's Hyunjin."

"I'm Y/N," you smile back, a little blush adorning your cheeks.

He's so handsome.

You can't help but inwardly sigh at his beauty. Not only was he gorgeous but he's very charming and nice too.

Snap out of it, Y/N. You don't really know the man and he probably already has a mate. He's an alpha for God's sake. That Yeji person he talked about might be his mate.

You force yourself out of your thoughts when you hear him clear his throat.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright? You spaced out a little."

"I'm fine. It happens all the time to me so it's nothing to worry about."

"Let's go eat then."

"Alright," you say as you swing your legs to the side of the bed, planting your feet firmly on the floor before getting up, stumbling a little from the lack of use.

"Carefully now, we don't want you to end up in bed for a few days again," he teases you as he holds his arm out for you to hold.

You chuckle lightly at his statement before grabbing onto his arm to walk steadily down the stairs.

You can see a few people loitering around the large living room as you walk downstairs, laughing loudly and chattering amongst themselves.

It turns out that your presence doesn't really bother them as they don't seem to stop in their activity or glare at you with hostility.

"That's only a few members of the pack," Hyunjin tells you as he guides you to the kitchen.

"Where are the others?"

"Some are out on patrol and some are in their homes or doing other activities within the compound."

"Do you live here?"

"Nah, I have my own cabin. This is the main house but we usually use it for meetings and some bonding time. There are guest rooms upstairs though, the one you slept in is a guest room."

"Are there any pups around?" you ask curiously and Hyunjin smiles as the question, a certain fondness overtaking his features.

"Yeah, my cousin gave birth last week to triplets. Aside from them, there are 4 more pups that belong to a few other pack mates."

"There's not much of them around, I see."

"We're quite a newly established pack, Y/N. I started the pack two years ago with my closest friends, my brothers in arms. The eight of us joined together to form a new pack and the other seven elected me as the head alpha considering that I was the one who suggested the idea in the first place."

"A pack of alphas, did that start out weird?" you teasingly ask, knowing that a group filled with testosterone wouldn't really end well.

"The first few months needed adapting, we had to have weekly meetings regarding issues to discuss possible solutions. There were a lot of arguing in the beginning, of course. We were headstrong and hated being proved wrong. It died down however and everything's been peaceful with new wolves coming into the pack. Some are family, some are lone but what matters is that we're all one pack in the end."

"That's true. The pack is important. My father was an alpha who started a pack by himself, brought a few of his friends in and continued on until he mated with my mom. He wanted to live peacefully in a secluded area within the higher grounds of the forest so we moved. We settled there when I turned 4, I was just a little pup itching to run around."

Hyunjin laughs while grabbing a plate from the drawer, plating some homemade food for you to eat.

"Well, little one. Time to eat and you better finish it up."

"You put too much food," you whine, glancing up at him.

He simply stares you down and lets out a light growl.

Out of instinct, you duck your head down in submission, obeying him.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin feels a swell of warmth in seeing you submit to him. _____

As weeks passed by, you've adapted yourself to the pack, being welcomed and accepted as a new member.

You've been helping out with chores and babysitting; you've always loved kids. It's why you've always taken the babysitting task in your old pack and surrounded yourself with kids.

The pups took an instant liking to you, nuzzling their heads into your sides as soon as you met them. There's this calming aura around you, Yeji said once. Your presence feels comforting and warm, drawing people in with your bright personality.

Sure, the first few days you were a little awkward and shy, you had just gone through a tough time. But everyone was forgiving and open, allowing you to take your time to adjust to your new living condition.

And after all this time, you've just found out that Hyunjin is not mated. In fact, he's the only one out of the eight original members to not have already mated.

The fact surprised you immensely. You thought Yeji was his mate and when you confessed to that, she cracked up.

"Y/N, oh my god! How could you? He's literally my brother!" Yeji had laughed, so hard that her stomach hurt.

Your mouth hung open then, in disbelief. And Jisung passed by commenting how you looked like a fish out of water, which earned him a quick smack to the head.

You felt stupid then and curiously you asked Yeji why he hadn't mated yet.

"He told me that he was waiting for the right one, apparently no omega's caught his eye. Even though he's been set up on dates with the prettiest and curviest of wolves, he's never spared them a second glance," she said.

You deflated a little at that. Ever since he saved you, Hyunjin made sure to check up on you every once in a while, the same gentle smile adorning his features every time you met.

And that smile made you fall for him even deeper. The smallest of gestures he directed towards you would make your heart skip a beat and turn your face flush.

You long to stand by his side and call him your alpha but Yeji's words made you question your beliefs.

If he didn't find a pretty and sexy omega interesting, why would he be interested in you?

Oh, how wrong you are. _____

You've recently turned 18, a toast to being an adult. The wolves of your pack celebrated the occasion, throwing a party for you with vigor.

You felt happy then and felt like you truly belonged in the pack as their new omega. It won't be long till you're supposed to mate and carry pups.

And the first step to that is to go through your first heat. Usually, female wolves experience their first heat when they turn 17 and after that, they're able to shift into their wolf forms.

While for males, they'd experience their first heat at the age of 16, a determinant on whether they're an alpha or a beta, but their ability to shift takes place since young. It's not uncommon to see male pups wrestling each other in their wolf forms.

Yet here you are, 18 and still haven't gone through your first heat. Your mother did fill you in about the details of the heat but she did not inform you of the signs and pain before the heat. _____

A few weeks later, you find yourself wide awake at 7 am in your shared cabin with Yeji.

You feel cramps in your lower stomach so you thought that you might be getting your period soon. You've never experienced a heat before so you wouldn't know exactly how it'd feel.

Since you can't go back to sleep, you opt to take a stroll along the compound and see what your pack mates are up to.

Carefully, you slip out of the cabin to not wake sleeping Yeji up, she needed her beauty sleep.

It's still a little too early for people to be up but still, you hear your favorite pup's loud laughter and you smile in glee as you see him running to you.

"Y/N!" Chenle, a 5 year old pup, exclaims in delight as he latches onto your leg, squeezing it.

"Chenle!" you squeal and pick him up, hugging him close to your bosom. "Why're you awake so early?"

He grins at you. "Mama told me that if I want to be a big boy, I need to wake up early and help Papa!"

You laugh at how adorable he looks, nuzzling your cheek onto his.

"Is that so? Then why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be helping your father with the male duties?" you tease him.

"You're right! Y/N, let me down, please. I wanna go help Papa!" he wiggles in your hold, wanting to be let down.

"Alright, geez! But I'm taking you back to your Mama first."

"But-"

"Do you even know what your father does in the morning, baby cakes?" you smile at his confused expression, playfully biting his cheek.

"Y/N!" he giggles at your action, shaking his head excitedly.

You laugh at him, leisurely carrying him back to his cabin.

"See? That's why we need to go to your Mama first. Besides, if you want to be a big, strong man then you need to drink plenty of milk and eat your meals. You can't do anything on an empty stomach."

"If I drink a lot of milk then will I get as big and strong as Alpha Hyunjin?" he peers up at you with curious eyes.

"Of course. However, there's one more condition."

"What's that?" Chenle leans into you, interested.

"You have to eat veggies!"

"Ew, no! Y/N, that's disgusting!"

You laugh as you hold him tighter in your hold, savoring the warmth.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain head alpha watched the whole interaction with a fond smile and a loving gaze. But once he smells the change in your scent, his eyes darken and glaze over in lust. _____

"Y/N, are you in heat?" Ryujin, another close friend of yours, asks during your little baking episode.

You look at her with a raised brow. "I'm pretty sure I told you how I haven't experienced my first heat yet. I really don't know how it feels."

"I'm serious, Y/N. Your scent's a lot stronger now than it was this morning! Did you feel any cramps of some sort this morning?"

"No-" you start but cut yourself off as you remember the cramp you had earlier this morning.

"Shit, Y/N! You need to get back into your cabin before it starts. Once it fully kicks in, you won't be able to think properly aside from wanting to be dicked down."

"Ryujin!"

"Hey, it's true! We need to get you back before-"

"Ah!" you exclaim as pain surges through your abdomen, and heat starts to crawl through your nether regions.

"-that," Ryujin cringes at how you start to clutch onto your stomach. "Y/N, stay with me. Come on, let's get you back."

'Yeji!' Ryujin shouts through the telepathic pack link, calling out to the older girl in panic.

"What's wrong?" Yeji exclaims as she runs into the kitchen, eyes widening at your position. "Oh, no. This calls for trouble. We need to get her back before all the unmated alphas or betas start scenting her."

Yeji bends down to carry you, not bothered by your weight due to how light you are.

"Get the bed ready," Yeji tells Ryujin who sprints towards your cabin right away.

Yeji tries to run as she carries you in her arms, eyes focused on the path before her.

Meanwhile, you're starting to grow hotter and needier by the minute. You feel like taking all your clothes off because of how hot you feel and the amount of slick you're starting to produce can't be contained any longer.

Surely by now, there's a wet patch on your sweats, slick leaking through your panties. You can't help but whimper at the heat and pain in your core, your wolf whining in need.

Yeji notices the change in your attitude and starts rushing through the compound. Unfortunately, things don't always go according to plan and Yeji finds a certain Lee Donghyuk blocking her path.

"Goddamn it, Lee! Move!"

"And let my opportunity with sweet Y/N go to waste?" he scoffs, walking towards you with arms stretched out. "I'll take her from here."

Of course, with your acceptance into the pack comes a few disadvantages as well. You don't know how it happened but you've gained yourselves a few admirers such as Lee Donghyuk and Huang Renjun to name a few.

They've been pestering you since you came in, taking every opportunity to land a kiss on your cheek or nuzzle into your neck and it infuriates you every time because damn it, Hyunjin is the one you want.

And if he doesn't want you then no one will have you.

Fortunately, you still have half a mind through your incessant whimpers and whines to growl at him. "Fuck you, Lee."

"Omega!" his eyes flash red in anger but before anything could happen, Minho appeared and squeezes his shoulder in warning.

"If she doesn't want you then don't force her. She's in enough pain as is," Minho tells him in a low growl, gesturing Yeji to continue on with a quick cock of his head.

Yeji nods at him before sprinting to your shared cabin, kicking the door open before hurriedly setting you on the bed.

"She's burning up," Yeji curses under her breath. "What do we do?"

"Do you think we should call an alpha for her?" Ryujin asks, unsure.

"Let's not be hasty. We don-"

"Alpha," you whimper in need. "I want my alpha, please."

"Y/N?" Yeji calls out to you to confirm your words. "Are you absolutely sure?"

You continue to whimper, tugging on your clothes with grunts of pain.

"Alpha, please. Please," you whine as you roll on your bed, slick coating the sheets.

"What do we do?" Ryujin asks Yeji helplessly.

"She wants her alpha but who exactly does she mean?"

"Please not Renjun, she'll regret losing her virginity to him for the rest of her life."

"Please, please," you whimper in need, dry humping the sheets. "Alpha, please."

Yeji's head starts to spin from the heavy musk of arousal. "Y/N, be specific."

"My alpha," you cry. "Hyunjin, alpha!"

"Hyunjin?" Ryujin asks with wide eyes.

"I fucking knew it," Yeji cheers but a glare from Ryujin cuts her off. "Alright, you stay here. I'll get-"

"No need," a voice cuts them both off as the door swings open, revealing said alpha.

"Hyunjin-"

Hyunjin growls lightly at his sister and she raises her hands in surrender before pulling Ryujin by the arm.

"Have fun!" she calls out before slamming the door shut behind her.

Thankfully, the walls of every cabin is soundproof, especially Hyunjin's cabin but obviously, neither of you have the ability to make a trek to his cabin near the main house.

Hyunjin has sensitive hearing, the best in the pack and he could hear your soft moans and whimpers all the way from his cabin, driving him insane.

The change in your scent this morning had made him light-headed, driving him into an early rut.

Usually, he'd spend his ruts in his cabin by himself, not wanting to copulate with just any female. He wanted to properly mate with his she-wolf, the person destined to be his mate and carry his pups.

And ever since you stepped foot into his life, he believes that you're the one. Your easy-going personality has him melting in ways unfathomable. Yet, you're way too pure and innocent.

You don't realize how the smallest things you do ignite a passion inside him, he wants to hold you close and keep you safe from harm. He wants to love you hard and soft all the same and keep you away from prying eyes.

He wants to keep you caged beneath him as he does the dirtiest things to your body and knot you till you're full of his cum. And right now, it's the perfect opportunity to do so.

"Alpha," you cry in desperation, hands reaching out for him. "Alpha, please."

"My little omega," he coos as he sits on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair and effectively calming you down. "Is my little omega finally experiencing her heat?"

You nod at him, nuzzling into his hand that's moved down to your cheek.

"Look how small and pretty you are, omega."

"Only for you, alpha," you confess through hooded eyes. "I want to be small and pretty only for you."

Hyunjin feels his breath hitch at how ethereal you look covered in your own slick and sweat, the primal instincts inside him begging to be released.

"Is that so? Am I your alpha now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, alpha, please. Please mark me as yours."

You whimper into his touch as he strokes your cheek, arousal still clouding your mind but the words you say are heartfelt, spoken with the purest of intentions.

When Hyunjin makes no move whatsoever, you whine in need, removing your body from his touch and planting yourself face down, raising your hips into the air and pushing your ass into him.

Hyunjin growls in satisfaction at your display of submission, hands tracing the wet patch on your sweats.

"Alpha, please!"

"Please what, omega? What do you want me to do?"

"Anything, just make me yours," you whine before turning to look him in the eyes. "Knot me till I'm full of your cum, please, Alpha."

At hearing those words, something inside Hyunjin snaps, years of practiced control and patience thrown out the window at your pleas and he doesn't waste more time.

He pulls you into his lap, latching his lips onto yours, tongue skillfully tracing every inch of your wet cavern. You let him dominate you, feeling yourself grow weaker in his touch.

"The things I want to do to you," he growls as he sucks onto your neck, marring your skin with purple bruises.

He scents your mating gland, eyes darkening in pure animalistic lust. "Strip for me, omega."

It takes everything in you to muster the ability to stand on your two feet but the thought of pleasing your alpha sends your mind into overdrive.

Immediately, you pull your hoodie over your head and unclasp your bra, letting your boobs spill out into the open air, your nipples pink and perked.

You shimmy out of your sweats, leaving you in just your panties. But as you grasp the waistband of your panties, Hyunjin grabs your hand.

The action has you confused until he flips you back onto the bed. "I'll do the honors, sweetheart."

Hyunjin latches himself onto your nipples, sucking and squeezing on them like his life depended on it.

You whimper in pleasure and pain, the heat in your core intensifying. "Alpha."

Hyunjin grips the hem of your panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your most sacred possession.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your slick coated pussy, hole clenching around the air in need and slick just dripping down your nether region.

Hyunjin locks his eyes with yours as he bends down to face your sopping cunt. Experimentally, Hyunjin licks up your slit and you gasp at the feeling, pleasure starting to consume you as he sucks on your clit like hard candy.

In a haze, you feel his fingers poking your entrance and you whimper as he starts to slip them in, your moans increasing in frequency and your breathing unsteady.

Within seconds, Hyunjin has you coming undone on his tongue, back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheet so hard you might pop a vein. You come with a loud call of his name as your body shudders in pleasure.

"Think you can take me, omega?" Hyunjin asks once he’s made sure to lick up all of your juices, lips glistening in your cum.

"Yes, please. Alpha, please give me your cock."

"Only I get to see you so weak and vulnerable, right? Huang Renjun and Lee Donghyuk won't have the privilege of tasting this sweet pussy, right?"

"No, Alpha! Only you can have me!"

"Your body's only mine to touch, pleasure, and this pussy," Hyunjin cups your heat, making you moan at the touch. "belongs to me and only I get to dump my cum in there and knot you until you're full and swelling with my seed."

You whimper at his words, fully wrecked with arousal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You'd like to be stuffed with my knot until you're bursting with my cum? Can your little pussy take my cock? You're such a small girl, will your pussy be enough for me?"

"Yes, Alpha! Please take me."

"Good girl," Hyunjin praises with a soft kiss to your lips, breaking the contact a second later to strip himself of his clothing.

You rake your eyes over his form, the way his hair shines in sweat to the way his skin glows ever so brightly. You drink in his toned chest, muscular biceps and perfect abs. You can feel yourself get even wetter as he rids himself of his pants and boxers, the sight of his twitching cock causing another gush of arousal to exit you.

Hyunjin notices and gives you a smirk, obviously proud at your reaction.

Your mouth waters at his cock, the tip a fiery red with bulging veins on the body. He's long and thick, so thick that you question if it'll fit inside you.

"I'll fuck you well, omega," he growls as he approaches, eyes locked on yours and he looks absolutely feral. The sight has you keening, slick gushing out of you as you await his next move.

"Present for your alpha," he commands, staring you down.

In less than a second, you're on your knees with your ass raised in the air, face planted down on the bed.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your gushing core, cock hardening even more if that's possible. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed, hands cupping a feel of your soft flesh before tracing the tip of his cock on your nether lips.

You whine in protest but a low rumble from Hyunjin shuts you up. Carefully, he slips into your cunt, inching his cock inside till he bottoms out.

You're so well lubricated that you don't really feel any pain at the intrusion, only slight discomfort that goes away once he bottoms out.

You moan at the feeling of being so full, pressing your ass even more against his hips, bending your body into a 45 degree angle.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good around me."

Hyunjin wastes no time and begins pounding into you roughly, each thrust pinpointed at your g-spot, making your toes curl in delight.

Your moans start rising in pitch, your walls clenching around him like a vice and Hyunjin growls, the action making him pound you harder until it has you screaming.

"Do I fuck you good? Does my cock feel good? This pretty little pussy's only mine to use, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you gurgle. "You feel so good, Alpha. Use me all you want but please, please, let me cum."

Hyunjin continues pistoning his hips into yours, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix, and it has you keening into him, your body trembling in pleasure.

"Are you close, Omega? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum? Knot you until you burst with my seed and swell with my pups?"

"Yes, yes, please. Alpha, please," you sputter. "Alpha, please mark me."

You bare your neck to him, allowing him to scent you and Hyunjin reaches down to rub your clit. The added pressure has you squeezing around him, your muscles clenched as you reach your high, face contorted in pleasure and mouth hung open in a silent scream.

As the first wave of your orgasm rushes over you, Hyunjin bites into your mating gland, piercing the soft skin and sucking on it, officially marking you as his.

You moan at the added pleasure, mind starting to clear a little. But as Hyunjin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the prolonged sensation transitions from pleasure into pain.

"Alpha," you whimper.

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Hyunjin kisses the back of your neck as his knot starts to swell and attaches itself onto your cervix, jets of cum spurting out of him and painting your walls white.

The slight pain makes you whimper lowly, but the sound doesn't go unnoticed.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Hyunjin asks worriedly, turning your face around a little so that he could see you.

"I'm fine, it just hurts a little."

Hyunjin carefully positions you on your side so you can lay down comfortably, spooning you from behind.

"Can't believe it took a heat to realize each other's feelings," Hyunjin laughs after a moment of silence, the two of you still breathless.

"I thought I was the dumb one," you tease.

"Ready to play with fire, omega?"

You squeal as he lightly tickles your side, leaning your body into his.

"This feels nice," you muse, nuzzling your cheek onto his bicep.

"Which one? The fact that we're finally mates or the fact that I just fucked you senseless and you've still got my knot in you?"

"Alpha!" you blush at his words, your shy demeanor coming back and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment.

"Hey, none of that," Hyunjin chides as he grasps your hand, interlocking it with his. "You don't have to be shy with me."

You smile in his embrace, feeling his knot start to deflate after a while and Hyunjin carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.

"We'll go again later, sweetheart. Heats don't end with just one fuck."

"Hyunjin~" you whine as you turn around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Hyunjin chuckles as he strokes your hair, pulling you closer into him. "I love you, my little Omega."

He can feel you smile at his words and his heart swells as he hears you say the three most sacred words back to him.

"And I love you, my handsome Alpha."

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I would very much like to hear about your spooky scary Sirens, pretty please 🥺

AJKSJAKISJAJAJF Ok so I almost had a heart attack when I saw you were following me because YOU’RE SO COOL so thank you

I already wrote about my spooky scary sirens over here, and they have pictures and I would be willing to write a short thing with them later but for right now I’m gonna pick a different thing and blab about it.

The most fleshed out and cohesive thing I have is the vampire band nerd slasheresque story with a police chase followup as well as a separate zombie apocalypse thing, so ig I’ll go with that. More under cut and warning for like a lot of gore and death and angst. I’m also only doing the first part of that because this is taking a long ass time

I came up with this in junior high, and I was in band, and I noticed that each instrument section had different personalities sort of, so I made characters around that and put them in a horror plot where they all die horribly, because what else are you gonna do? This is gonna be a plot rundown and it might get real long. (It is no longer a rundown. Its just unedited word vomit.)

anyways a bunch of friends, who I’m just gonna call by their instrument names, go camping in the woods for a couple weeks. They all take one car and set up in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Clarinets a vampire pretending to be a high schooler for kicks, because she was 15 when she turned 5 years ago and got dragged away to the magic underworld (basically a series of safehouses and towns for the supernatural) and she wants a letterman goddamnit.

She gets adopted into a friendgroup despite her best efforts, and gets dragged along on the camping trip in the small car and close quarters with a buddy system and she hasn’t eaten anything substantial in like two months and its proving to be a problem when she starts thinking of her friends as snacks instead of people.

one night, percussionist gets up to go on a 3 am lake walk. But, the buddy system. So he takes Clarinet, who never seems to sleep anyways, with him.

They’re on the edge of a lake littered with huge old chunks of driftwood, looking out over the water, when Percussionist steps on something sharp. It went straight through his sandal and he pulls it out without much trouble, but “that nail looks kind of rusty and I’m Pretty Sure I’m bleeding a little bit, oh I hope I don’t need a shot-“

she falls on him like a cat on a wounded songbird. She has enough of her mind left to cover his mouth and stop the screams as he slowly loses blood.

He tries to fight back. He does. he jams the nail deep into her throat and twists away, but she catches his wrist and slams him backward, a sharp stick going through his stomach, sticking him bloody at the base of an old driftwood branch still attached to its old tree.

She stops draining just before he dies. And she waits, and waits, and waits. Finally, hours later, the corpse takes a deep gasp and its eyes fly open. It begins the excruciating process of pulling itself off the tree.

his wound is closed less than a minute later.

he comes to and sees her sobbing on the ground, bloody streaks under her eyes from where she tried to wipe away her tears with hands soaked from putting pressure on his stomach in a feeble attempt to save him.

“Vampires, huh?” He says, half joking, half looking for an explanation.

—-—

they’re sitting around a small campfire, and Clarinet tells him that he’s a vampire, he needs blood, he cant go back to camp or he will eat his friends. She leaves to find him something substantial before he loses it.

back at the original camp, its around sunrise. Flute notices a small trail of smoke not far off, realizes that Percussionist is missing, and gets French Horn to help him look for their idiot friend (and maybe put out a small fire.)

They make it about 3/4th of the way to the smoke when flute trips on a tree root and scrapes his knee. About a mile away, Percussionists head perks up.

He distantly realizes that he just left the campfire that he’s supposed to stay at, but he can‘t seem to care. The hunger doesn’t gnaw at him or hollow him out. Its not like looking for a fix either. Its an itch in his whole body, a near unavoidable function of his being. The hunt is as natural as a cough, a spasm of muscles to take away the awful itch.

He moves faster than he ever could before, and just to see if he can, he jumps up and begins running across the branches of trees. Its slower, but sneakier; his prey won’t see him coming.

Finally, he reaches them. He jumps on the smaller one, sending it crashing to the ground. It’s blood is what brought him here. He sinks his hollow teeth into its neck and begins feeding.

There is a scream and a crash as the taller one runs away. Thats ok. He only needs one.

———

French horn, for her part, is freaking the fuck out. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and orange light was streaming through the trees when everything went to shit.

The pale thing had fallen on Flute, and the noise he made… she was almost certain he was dead now.

She kept running. If she could make it back to camp, then maybe she could get help, or maybe leave before the rest of them died too.

She charges through a thicket, sharp thorns scraping and tearing every inch of her as she shoves her way through. She shuts her eyes as she goes, to avoid the thorns poking them out.

When she comes out the other side, she feels her gut sink.

She doesn’t recognize the trees or bushes around her. She doesn’t see a path.

She’s lost.

She wants to break down, to scream and cry the injustice to the heavens, to kick and punch and fight the thing that killed her friend, to sit down and rest and have a moment to breathe, to be home-

She picks a direction and runs.

———

Percussionist stops draining Flute just before he‘s dead, following the instinct that drove him to where he is.

He wants to be horrified. He does, really. But he was so hungry, and the itch is still there, waiting beneath his skin to pounce on him again. But for now, its gone, and he can think clearly. He can move without the instinct tainting his every twitch.

He turns to look at the person he drained and sees-

He sees his friend. And it hits him all at once.

He killed a person, a person he knew, a person he cared for, and he had been powerless to stop it. He didn’t even know- he didn’t realize- he would never have done it if he-

but he knew he would have. Even if he knew. He would’ve killed Flute, and he hates himself for that.

So he sits by the body of his dead friend, maybe in solace, maybe because some instinctive tick tells him to. He doesn’t want to know. He refuses to.

When Flute sat up and gasped, Percussionist could‘ve sworn he had a heart attack (even without a functioning heart.)

To Flutes credit, he made it through Percussionists halting and confused explanation before letting himself ask about the smell.

”what smell?” Percussionist asked, and lifted his nose to the air.

He got his answer. The smell of blood, salty and sweet and with a coppery tinge to it drifted through the air, leaving a hunger and odd comfort sitting in his gut. It reminded him of smelling baking cookies from the kitchen as a kid.

A leaf crunched, and he snapped out of his trance. Flute had stood up and broken into a run, faster than any human could’ve gone. After the person that had been with him.

After his friend.

Percussionist sprinted after him.

——

He had the chance to notice how fast he was really going, now that he could think through the hunger. He practically flew through the forest, leaping over a fallen log half his size that blocked his way. He ducked and dodged branches that threatened to slash his face, and if he were running for something else he may have threw his head back and laughed.

As it was, he was following the occasional red flash of a windbreaker that he could barely keep up with without being hit by a tree.

He could heal now right? Did he really even need to be worried about being hit by trees?

He let one slap his face just to test, and he felt the stinging pain all across his face as a deep cut opened across his nose and eyes. He faltered as his vision went red with blood. A second later, it was gone, and he could see again. ….And he‘d lost flute. Great.

He sniffed the air, remembering how he’d been able to smell the blood, and tried to look for his friend.

He could smell the whole forest. Sap and pine and rotting leaves, rotten flesh and mushrooms and a skunk miles and miles off, the sweet sting of honey and dew and campfire smoke, and over it all, the most lovely smell-

Well, looks like he couldn’t find him that way. He thought for a moment, and groaned. He could just follow French Horn and get to her first!

He began running again.

———

Clarinet had just made it back to the campsite, a live deer kicking around over her shoulder. She would’ve killed it, but she couldn’t quite figure out how without losing any of its blood, and since she drained and seriously injured Percussionist he would need a lot of blood-

and the campfire had a suspicious lack of vampires around it. Great. She could only hope that no one had cut themselves-

She stopped as the scent of blood hit her nose. She cursed and took off running, dropping the deer as she did.

——

French Horn thought she was going to die when she heard a bush rustle and snap behind her. She had stopped for a rest, thinking she was safe (if very lost). She was braced for her death when Percussionist crashed through the bushes.

”Oh, good, you’re still alive. We need to go like right now.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her away. With his very cold, very pale hand.

”Wait. Was it you?” She said, planting her feet.

”Yes.” his voice was solemn, and his eyes downcast. “But unless you want Flute to get you, we need to go”

She tore her wrist out of his grasp.

“Flutes dead. Flute’s dead and you killed him!”

And Flute hit her from the side. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, but only for a moment. Then he pulled back, looking horrified and ran away.

French Horn stands up dazedly. “That was…”

”Yeah.”

she lifts a hand to her bleeding neck where the bite is still gushing blood.

A rustle of trees comes from the side, and Clarinet skids to a stop in front of them. She takes in the situation and drops to her knees, tearing loose a piece of her shirt and holding it to the holes in French Horn’s neck.

”Wheres the third?”

French horn points to the copse of trees he disappeared into.

”I think we might actually be jinxed.” A pause, then “That was supposed to be a joke. Go after him. He’s heading towards the camp, and chances are he won’t be able to stop himself a second time.”

Percussionist nods, and then stops. “How do I get there?”

”just run straight! GO!”

and he does.

———

Clarinet gently explains to French Horn that vampires are real, and that she is one. When asked why she isn’t bloodthirsty, Clarinet answers that she has a lot of blood left in her still, and that she’s not all the way changed, and that the change will, in her words, “Stink. Its kind of the worst thing you’ll have to go through, and it’ll take way longer since you have blood, and you may not notice at first.“

French Horn pursed her lips. “Theres no way to stop it?”

Clarinet shook her head.

”Okay. Okay, shouln’t we help Percussionist?”

Clarinet swore. “You won’t be much help in the state you’re in, but I can drop you off by the camp. Pack our things and be ready to go.”

Clarinet scooped French Horn up and took off into the woods.

———

Percussionist got there just as Tuba was ripping Flute off of his neck.

Despite Flute being the smallest out of all of them, and Tuba being the strongest, he was struggling to keep the scrabbling, biting Flute away.

So, Percussionist did the only logical thing and full body tackled Flute, trying to hold him down. It worked, sort of. Long enough for Tuba to start running. Long enough for Sax and Trombone to see what the ruckus was.

Flute burst out of Percussionists grip, grabbed Trombone and ran.

Sax sprinted after them, and percussionist was left in the dust, standing dumbstruck as they all dashed off. He snapped out of it when Trumpet pressed an axe to his shoulder and told him to not move.

———

Flute knows this: he is very hungry. He also knows that blood tastes very good.

His last two meals escaped. He thinks he let the first go, but he can’t seem to remember why. The second was ripped away from him by someone like him, which was rather rude.

But this one won’t get away. He is far to hungry to let that happen.

He feeds as he runs, draining the squirming thing dry, pinning its flailing limbs against his chest. It stops wailing eventually.

He slows as he becomes able to think clearly again. He holds the body in his arms and revels in the fact he is no longer hungry. Then, he looks at the thing he drained.

And it’s his friend. He feels his stomach drop, and a hollow pit grow in his chest. His friend is dead, and it’s his fault. He tells himself there’s nothing to do but run, so he does.

Really, though, he just doesn’t want to see what she’ll become.

———

“What did you do to them.” Said Trumpet, each word slow and dangerous. She lifted the axe off his shoulder, and he felt relief before he realized she was lining up to take off his head.

He may be able to heal, but he did not want to see how far that ability stretched. Not like this, at least.

He swallowed his fear and asked, ”What makes you think I did something?“

She barked out a harsh laugh. “You go missing in the middle of the night with Clarinet, who still isn’t back. Flute and French Horn go to look for you and have mysteriously disappeared. Tuba came running from this direction, bleeding like a stuck pig. And here I find you, in the center of it all.”

Ah. He was fucked. Time to implement the worst plan ever, considering how fast Trumpet was.

”that’s- that sure is some pretty overwhelming evidence that I did something. I swear I didn’t, though but I know you won’t believe me so I’m just gonna RUN!”

He ducked under the axe she swung at his head, and took off running into the trees. He glanced behind him to see her struggling to keep up, and grinned. He was actually getting away with his head, and beating Trumpet in a footrace for once-

He turned back around just in time to see the tree that crumpled his skull.

———

He wished he could say he didn’t feel every excruciating twitch of his skull righting itself as he laid there. As it was, it was painful enough he was functionally passed out.

Which is why he was surprised to see trumpet dragging him by his feet deep into the woods.

Not half as surprised as trumpet, who dropped his feet and swore when he sat up and gasped.

”What the hell? You were dead! that killed you!” She yelled.

Percussionist was still reeling from how much growing his skull back sucked, and latched on to the first thing he noticed.

”Did you steal my shoes?”

”what are you?” She asked in a tone that was decidedly horrified.

He fiddled with a piece of grass somewhere to his left. “A vampire, as of yesterday. Really though, why do you have my shoes?”

“Not important. What do you mean as of yesterday?”

”Last night, really. Me and Clarinet-“

”Clarinet and I.” She said.

”Whatever. We went on a walk and turns out she’s always been a vampire, and then she did the vampire thing, and now I’m a vampire, and things have just been spiraling from there-”

”That explains a lot, actually. Who else is a vampire?”

Percussionist, feeling slightly more alive, realized they weren’t by the camp anymore.

”Where are we? Why do you have my shoes, and why are you so calm about this?”

”oh.” She said. “I may have made an action plan for something like this. You know, in case of murderers, or if supernatural stuff was real.”

”thats cool. Why steal my shoes?“

”I was framing you for murder.”

an awkward silence settled over them.

”We should get back to camp. Stop more people from getting vampired and all.”

”Yeah. Lets do that.“

———

Sax skidded to a stop in front of Trombones body. She was limp, and pale, and by all accounts dead. He whipped out his phone to call anyone, anyone at all, and pitched it into a tree when it read no service.

He sat, and he cried by his best friend, who always made the shittiest puns, who was the worst at sports, who thought anything with soulmates was stupid but still read all the stuff he suggested her. Who was dead.

He was still crying when she sat up and latched onto his neck, draining him dry.

———

French Horn and Clarinet ran across Tuba, who was holding gauze to his neck where he had been bit. French Horn was starting to feel slightly feverish, but otherwise okay.

”Guys! Are you okay? The weirdest thing just happened.” He said.

”We need to leave.” Said Clarinet. “Now.”

”No argument here. Have you guys seen Flute? He was with you last time I saw him.“

French Horn and Clarinet shared a look.

“I’ll go find him. You two pack. we leave before dusk.”

They watched as she disappeared into the leaves.

”Whats going on?” Asked tuba, a hint of worry in his voice.

French Horn took a deep breath in before saying “Vampires are real.”

Tuba burst out laughing.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He said as he hefted a tent into the back of the van.

”you don’t believe me.”

“How could I? I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.”

She threw a bag of trash in the van with more force than nessecary.

“What attacked you then?”

At this he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire.”

———

Percussionist and Trumpet made it to where Trombone was crying over Sax, the late afternoon sun reflecting off of their now pale skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’ll be alright.”

Trombone looked up at him and snarled, all teeth and rage, and Percussionist jumped back.

”He’ll end up like me, won’t he.”

Percussionist nodded.

”I don’t know what world you’re living in, but this isn’t fucking alright!”

Trumpet walked over and knelt in front of Trombone. She held out her hand, and Trombone scrambled away.

”I don’t believe you would hurt me. Not right now. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

”so what?” She scoffed. “I still did it. Should I just go on existing as whatever I am now? Just kill people so I can live?”

”Actually,“ Percussionist said, “we can live off of different types of blood.”

Trumpet looked back and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shut up you twatwaffle, can’t you see this is a delicate moment?”

”just figured it would be some good information to have.“ he said.

“Are you seriously telling me my angst fest was for nothing?” She asked.

Percussionist leaned against a tree. “Oh, don‘t worry.” He said. “Theres still plenty of angst about the immortality.”

“Sax did always say he wanted to be sixteen forever.”

Trumpet rolled her eyes. “Lets go home.”

Trombone reached out to take Trumpets hand, and Sax shot up and clamped his jaws around her throat. Trombone grabbed Trumpets wrist and pulled her away as Percussionist peeled Sax away.

”Let him.“ choked out Trumpet. “I‘ll be one of you either way.”

”Absolutely not!” Said Percussionist. “Trombone, go find literally anything else with blood.” Sax kicked and snarled in his grip. “Hurry! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold him.”

———

“Flute!” Yelled Clarinet. She had been looking for him for an hour now, and still couldn’t find him.

She was walking along an old trail that went out of use years ago when she almost tripped over him. He was curled up in the shade of a tree, hiding away in a hollow.

“What do you want.”

”I want to take you home.” She said.

he laughed. “Something like me doesn’t deserve a home. I killed people, and I knew there was another way, but I did it anyway. Just leave me here to rot.”

She remembered when she’d been like this. She had forgotten to eat, had slipped up. Its not a hard thing to do. When you’re a vampire, you brain tricks you into feeling fine by your old standards until you‘re so hungry you can’t stop it.

She believed it was all her fault, though. The only way someone had gotten through to her was something they had called twisting the knife. She had always called it shitty.

She sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

He poked his head out a little, peering up at her. “You didn’t do anything.”

”But I did.” She said. “I drained percussionist dry last night, and then I left him to find you. I watched while you attacked your friends, and now, I’m giving you a chance to fix the harm we caused. What will you do with it?”

”You made me like this?” He asked.

”Yes.”

he lunged at her face, fingers clawing for her eyes. She turned around and ran for the campsite, making sure he was behind her, and praying that he would forgive her for the stunt she just pulled.

———

The campsite was packed, and Percussionist and Trombone had made a game of who could catch the best songbird for Sax. Sax was less murderously inclined, though it was hard to tell if it was because the blood he had consumed or trumpets growing nonhumanness.

After the third or fourth time of watching Sax suck down a bird or squirrel like a juice box, Tuba was forced to admit that maybe vampires were a little real.

(He noticed his neck wound had already scabbed over and was halfway gone. He was afraid to ask if he was becoming one.)

The sun was slipping behind the tops of the trees when Clarinet charged out of the forest, leapt over the van, And yelled “Flutes trying to kill me!”

Flute burst into the clearing and lunged at Clarinet. Percussionist stepped in the way.

”What happened?“

”She did this in purpose! She said she dropped you in the woods to kill us!”

Percussionists blinked. “No she didn’t. She told me to stay where I was while she got something for me to eat.”

he stopped yelling. Now, he just looked confused. “But she turned you.”

”Yeah? It was an accident. She obviously regretted it.”

Percussionist backed off, and Flute looked at clarinet.

”why did you say all that then?”

“You were’t gonna come with me if I didn’t. Besides, you were spiraling and this was the easiest way to stop that.”

”Sounds like the shittiest way to stop it, too.” Scoffed Tuba.

She sighed. “Yeah. It was.”

”Hey,” asked sax. “Are any of us still human? I know me, Percussionist, and Trombone aren’t-“

”Percussionist, Trombone, and I.” Said Trumpet.

”-And I saw you two jump over my van, but whats up with the rest of you?”

”Basically,” said Clarinet, “anyone who was bit is or will become a vampire, depending on how much blood they had left in them after the bite. Was there anyone who wasn’t bit?”

everyone was silent as they all glanced at each other, looking for anyone who could say yes. It quickly became awkward, and was broken by Clarinet muttering “Fuck.” quietly under her breath.

”Who all, um, died today?”

Flute, Sax, and Trombone slowly raised their hands. Clarinet squinted at Percussionist, which prompted him to say “What? I died last night.”

French Horn yelled “past twenty four hours, dingus.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

”Alright. You three,” -she made a sweeping gesture towards the three with their hands down- “Are going to have the worst couple weeks of your life. Take a few days off of everything. Don’t go to the hospital. Stay isolated. Call me when the pain’s mostly over.”

Tuba’s lips pursed. “What, exactly, is going to happen to us?”

”The way it was explained to me was that your body slowly cannibalizes itself. It sucks.”

”hm.” He said. He looked very troubled.

They got in the van and drove through the night.

For now, they rest. A short break, before they have to figure out the rest of their lives.

#Not a super satisfying ending I know #Not the best writing I could’ve done either #I’m already planning out a sequel for how things go that will get into the nitty gritty of their character #And hopefully give them real names #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PLOT SUMMARY WHAT WHENT WRONG #(It started out as a kiss how did it end up like this)#Its still basically the bulletpoints version of this story with some banter mixed in #I did actually have a concrete well thought out(ish) plan #Then the characters (mostly trumpet and tuba) said “no thanks we’re too cool for your shit/to much of a himbo” respectively #And honestly? They’re right #Please keep in mind I made this when I was like 12-13 and havent developed it much since then but I love em all the same #I could be persuaded to attempt to draw them #Or at least picrew them #Anyways that took way too long thank you for sitting through this with me #Writing #my writing #oc #ocs #my ocs #writeblr #Bandpires

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part 12 (valentine special)

“heya nighty-“

“shut up already!” nightmare started walking faster, trying to avoid killer’s presence.

“oh come on! We were chatting just now- don’t make that pouty face!” killer purred, but the other didn’t seem to bother

“if you can call a one sided conversation chatting then yes, I was “chatting” with you-“ he frowned, but killer’s grin stayed the same, although his expression softened a bit more

“if you say so night, but I just wanted to show you a place you might like” he whined, but nightmare only shrugged “like I’d follow a vampire like you—“

“hey! That’s kind of insulting you know! Not all vampires drag you to a dark place to murder you!” he crossed his arms, but nightmare just chuckled back “that’s considering the fact that some actually DO. What makes you different then?”

Killer paused, but grinned back “because I wouldn’t kill a friend like you.”

Nightmare stopped walking

No one ever wanted to become his friends, as he was sheltered from every group of kids that the small village had, and was later ignored by other teenagers then pushed away by adults, so knowing someone cared really was…unusual

Unusually heartwarming

“…” nightmare stayed silent for a while, and killer started worrying- did he say something wrong???

“where do you want to go then?” he sighed, but killer let out a small gasp of joy then grinned

“it’s kind of far from here— do you want to fly or would you rather walk?” nightmare pondered- he couldn’t fly? Oh- he meant carrying him-

He normally would refuse the offer right away. Flying would be too dangerous and taking the risk was stupid, but…he couldn’t help but hesitate this time

The idea sounded…..kind of nice

But he obviously didn’t agree to it in the end

“we’ll just walk there, not that difficult” nightmare said before letting killer lead the way

“okay then, I need you to close your eyes first.”

“w-what? you never mentioned I’d have to be guided like this- So now I’m trusting you at face value to lead me into the woods to a place I don’t even know? I’m not the type who just follows a stranger who happened to have a candy” he growled, but killer let out

“so I’m a stranger to you?”

He sounded offended, but nightmare jerked up “no- I just! i…” he wasn’t sure what to say, but killer just continued “if you really don’t trust me enough to do it, I won’t force you… I just-“

His voice lowered even more, as if he was talking to himself. and his smug attitude that vanished a while ago was replaced with a disheartened look

“I just wanted to make you a little happy”

Nightmare froze, but still managed to breathe out

“i- it’s not like that! I was wary because-“ he inhaled and prepared himself for what he was about to say, then continued “because no one ever tried to be my friend! I just- don’t know why- how should I act?” he shivered.

Nightmare didn’t like showing his weaknesses; mostly because whenever he did back then, people used it to hurt him, but each time he did with killer, he received nothing but care and compassion from the other. Something deep inside forced him to accept the truth

He was way more than a stranger to him

“I’m sorry…” nightmare whimpered, but killer held out his hand and interrupted him

“you don’t have to do anything and you shouldn’t act any different. Nothing has to change if you don’t want to- all I’m asking for is that you trust my intentions.” He smiled softly, and the other paused before gently taking his hand and closing his eyes

“…I trust you”

Killer grinned. Too bad the other had his eyes closed because he finally managed to make the other flustered

He wasn’t lying when he said it was a long way to go

but nightmare didn’t really mind it that much

“how do you know so much about potions?!” night gasped. He never had someone who had such knowledge about the subject and didn’t call it names. Dream would listen to him of course, but he understandably didn’t know much about it a lot, though killer arguably knew even more than he did-

“well… I do have lots of free time on my hand! Magic has always been so mysterious to me, I couldn’t help but try and figure out some stuff, right? And I mean, I always thought I could find a way to get even more powerful” he grinned, but the other couldn’t see that

“huh- why do you want to get more powerful? I mean, aren’t you already pretty strong as a vampire?”

“….” killer stayed silent for a bit before he spoke up; he didn’t really think his words through did he-

“well, I don’t mind telling you about it…since you opened up to me as well” nightmare perked up; what did he mean?

killer wasn't exactly ready for this, but he talked anyways

“…… I wanted to be a vampire- I wasn’t forcefully bitten, I asked to be…” he started, and nightmare flinched; he never thought anyone wanted to turn into one before-

“I didn’t have anyone back then, I only had my brother. So when I knew he was murdered I didn’t know what to do- i was mad at first; I hated vampires with all my soul, I searched for a way to make them pay for years, and my thoughts landed on spells and curses. i had hope that I could bring him back, but I later started feeling alone— so horribly alone; I wished for someone to be there, for care; and my wish was kind of granted in the end…but at what cost? People started paying attention to me, but not in the way I thought they would…”

“they called me a demon because I turned into an empty shell devoid of emotions. they called me a monster because I just couldn’t stand smiling anymore. They called me a vampire because I was alone…”

his grip on night’s hand got tighter, but the other didn’t mind at all, as he squeezed it a bit more as well to show his support, which killer did end up acknowledging.

“…I ended up despising everyone- I was shunned from the village, kicked out of it because…I don’t even know why— yes, I wasn’t as talkative as I used to be, yes I also lost my original magic in an accident when I tried to create a potion, yes I was still grieving the loss of my only family, but did it make me a monster? Funny that my race actually is one-

“the insults, the hits, the hurt- I kept everything bottled up, until I snapped”

“I wanted to have my revenge, and someone tried to help me.” His voice softened when he took a glance at nightmare- he looked worried, but he kept his eyes closed

“I turned into a vampire, and now I’m immortal- I did get my revenge but what now? I lost my dear sibling- I…I tried to search for a way to bring him back to life but- I couldn’t no matter how hard I searched-“ killer’s eyes burned, so he blinked, and as soon as he did a tear rolled down his cheek, but he didn’t bother wiping it, since nightmare couldn’t see him crying anyways

“…I got a little dark here didn’t i?” he let a shaky giggle out, and finished “…it was supposed to be a fun trip”

Nightmare stopped walking, and as soon as the other noticed he gave him the tightest embrace he could, which caught killer off guard.

“guess we both have some ‘brother problems’ then-“ nightmare chuckled lightly, and killer smiled tenderly.

“you’re still closing your eyes?”

“well- we haven’t arrived yet, and you didn’t tell me to open them.” He stated the obvious, but killer laughed

“you were about to bump yourself into that tree- but yeah, you can open them now”

Nightmare slowly opened his eyes, and was surprised to find a bunch of glowing flowers forming a circle around them. The trees that grew around left an opening right in the middle, which left a beautiful scenery with the starry night above their heads.

But the thing that really caught his attention was the rose that killer held outwards

……….

“…are you serious-“ he frowned, but his face lightened up with a bright purple hue

“do I look like a women for you to court me with flowers?!” he growled, but the blush grew even brighter

“what? You don’t like flowers?” he smirked, and nightmare just wanted to melt on the floor out of shame

“shut it! What’s that supposed to mean?!” nightmare bitterly answered, but killer just smiled

“I just gave you a flower?”

“don’t act like you just gave me a flower!!”

“didn’t i?”

“that’s not my POINT!!!” his face was getting way to purple, and killer chuckled when the other just slapped away the poor rose that fell to the floor

“you better leave—“he growled

“aww- me who thought you’d be happy!” he whimpered

“and you better not bring me another one next time!”

“wow- you really are a psychic nighty! How did you guess?” he winked, and the other just chased him away until he flew off

“…..” nightmare stayed silent until he was sure the other left before slowly losing his composure on the floor

“this idiot- this stupidly handsome and nice god damn idiot-“ he tried acting angry, but in reality he was over ecstatic- the muffled giggles were definitively a sign of that

“…should i….keep it?” he asked himself as he slowly picked up the rose from the ground

“…only an idiot would fall for him”

He slid the flower into his pocket

.....

“…I’m such an idiot”

********

Dream walked in the cold forest shivering

But he wasn’t feeling cold

Though the crying was probably the reason.

‘oh god- I don’t want to stay there— I don’t want to go back to that village again! Please- I’ll do anything— tell me there’s a way to avoid this-‘

he felt his soul slowly corrupting again, but he knew he still had some days before it did completely.

He wiped his tears quickly; he obviously didn’t want cross to see him like this- and it was the last day where he could go out freely. His last chance to tell cross about what he wanted to talk about

Though something in him knew that he wouldn’t muster up the courage to do so in the end

“you look horrible today dream, no offence” a whisper caught him off guard, causing the other to jump away. “c-cross???”

The other smiled softly “I didn’t know you were coming…I would’ve brought something” his smile got wider, showing his sharp and mesmerizing fangs.

At least dream thought they were

“oh- y-you don’t need to! Besides, I was just wondering if we could have a walk together…one last time this month” his expression got darker on the last part, but cross already got the message before it got awkward

“…..hey- do you want to go somewhere in particular? Or did you want to do anything beforehand?” cross insisted that he was going to save him from his fate, but he wanted to at least lift his spirits a little

“w-well…” the other trailed off; did he? There wasn’t a place he wanted to go to that really was anything special…but-

“…it’s kind of silly” he giggled- “it’s only a legend but….”

“I really want to get to the top of mount ebbot!”he beamed

Cross stayed silent for a while, giving him confused looks

“…no one climbed to the top of it, and there’s a legend that says that when you get to it you’ll find the greatest fruits and plants, and the prettiest flowers and roses that you’ve ever seen! I just…wanted to check it out a long time ago, but the thing is that it’s not really a cone, but a straight mountain. If you want to climb it…it’s a bit more difficult since gravity isn’t really on your side-“

“no need for climbing”

Dream perked up. Cross got the signs: he wanted to fly with him again.

“well, this time the distance is quite big- do you think you can handle that?” he stretched, just in case his bones get sloppy

“no need to ask me if it’s you” dream’s grin was so wide cross’s face got tinted with a light blush that he tried to hide as much as he could

“h-heh- let’s just get going then!” he shrugged as his wings spread open. Dream still wasn’t used to how breathtaking that sight was, but instead of staring with his mouth wide open like last time, he tried to calm himself down and smiled a little wider than before, he had to admit- cross did look really handsome

really handsome

Wait why was he thinking about that just now! Doesn’t matter…

He didn’t even have time to walk to him that he was already in his arms flying-

What a ride

“hey dream- I meant to ask but, do you have any relatives still alive? I think you mentioned a brother before-“ he hummed, but dream froze- if he could get any colder with how freezing the air was because of the altitude, he would die of hypothermia.

“um- yeah… about that…” he chuckled nervously, hoping the other changed the subject, but he sadly wasn’t always reading his thoughts, so he had to answer anyways “I hope you don’t mind me blabbering-“ the other gave him a nod of approbation.

“i do- but..." his grip on cross tightened a little

"….it’s been such a long time since I’ve last seen my brother…does he even remember me? Does he even care…? I don’t know…I DON’T want to know— this curse has been his years ago, and now it’s my turn to suffer the consequences of it”

He paused for a bit then continued

“we used to be so close….i’d always try to make him happy, but I never really succeeded- actually, I didn’t even notice how sad he was before- always hiding from others, I just thought he might be insecure…”

“i really tried to convince the villagers that he was an amazing person! That he never meant harm- that he was the most useful out of us both! they thought I was the one who practiced magic spells and provided them safety but it was all the work of my sibling. No matter how hard I would try to explain them that I was in fact useless, that they should try liking my brother more, they never listened. They were convinced I was only saying all those words to cover for my brother”

“but suddenly, one day…magic stopped. Nightmare refused to protect the soul of our deceased mother anymore, and even if I did disagree with his decision, I wasn’t exactly mad at him for it either. What would it cost if they stopped? He was tired of it, but I didn’t know about the bullying, so I begged him to change his mind, knowing our mother will be really displeased by that, though if I knew about all the hurt they’ve inflicted on him, I wouldn’t even say a thing- I would’ve moved out from that place with him. If only he told me about those times, but he didn’t, and he didn’t agree on protecting the soul either”

“the villagers went insane, and captured me; pleading me to help them, to save them from the vampires, to use my ‘supposed’ magic to protect them again, but I obviously couldn’t: I didn’t have the ability to do so. But…but then they stopped being polite and started threatening me; telling me they would harm my brother if needed, but I just couldn’t do anything- what was I going to do? I can’t do magic!”

“They….almost killed him- almost killed me too— but my brother saved me, with the only way he had, he casted a spell…on himself. The full moon on that day turned blue, and he became a beast with only slaughter and blood thirst in mind. In the end he did end up getting me out of there, but I tried my best to save him to no avail….if only I had been attentive in his magic and spell lessons…maybe he wouldn’t have lived in pain, maybe he wouldn’t have spent years in that corrupted self, maybe he wouldn’t have bit me…maybe I wouldn’t have almost left the living world forever…maybe we’d still be together….”

He didn’t notice that tears were rolling down his face, nor did he see that cross was wiping them away with his non dominant hand, the other one busy trying to hold dream in place before he fell from his grip.

“…hey- hey- it’s okay. You shouldn’t be worried, it’s going to be alright. Are you scared he isn’t alive anymore? I’m sure he is. He gave you his curse, nothing here says that he’ll die of it."

"Besides, if he really masters magic, wouldn’t he be able to defend himself anyways? And hey, I’m sure he misses you too- didn’t he curse himself to save you? Don’t you think he’s trying to do so now? I’m sure there’s a solution to all of this; all curses have cures right? Don’t be sad” he tightened his grip on him to show affection, and dream almost busted out crying, only from cross’s words this time

“p-please cross, it’s no use-“ there wasn’t fur on this coat this time, but he still nuzzled his chest, searching for comfort, which was thankfully given to him in the end

“…I was better off silent” he sniffled

“what are you talking about? I’m sure you needed to talk to someone about stuff like this. Don’t you feel a bit better spitting everything out?” cross smiled, and dream blushed, a sincere smile on his face

“yes- kind of a lot actually” he giggled “talking with you always makes me feel better” he wasn’t in mood for hiding or rephrasing his thoughts, who cares if he knew about his crush anyways?!

Well, he wouldn’t go as far as confessing now but hey

Cross’s blush was the thing that brought him back to reality though- okay, maybe he’d have to be a bit more subtle about it…

“the weather is getting a bit colder-“ dream shivered. His coat was definitively not enough to warm himself up, but cross chuckled

“I would give you my coat, but my hands are full as you can see- again, too bad I’m cold blooded; cuddling wouldn’t do you any favors” he sighed, but dream’s mischievous face made him feel slightly afraid of that statement

“is that a dare?”

Oh no

“w-well would you look at that! We arrived-“ cross felt like that was a blessing more than anything, so he paced up a bit more to land softly on the ground and letting dream get out of his grasp

“woah- feels dizzy” he rubbed his forehead in pain, but cross just explained “you’ll get used to it once you fly more—“

Dream stopped

That’s implying they’ll fly together more!

His face suddenly felt like burning, and cross looked concerned, not realizing his words…yet

“Hey dream! Are you okay? You look pretty bad” really.

“did you catch a cold? Your face is getting pretty hot” he crouched on his level, but dream decided to get out of that situation F A S T

“no no no- just excited to be here! I mean….wait-“ he turned around to see the supposed beautiful scenery, but all he found was a bland décor, some rocks and a bit of grass and moss growing here and there.

“i- I’m….disappointed.” dream ended up exhaling. What did he expect? That was just some legend made up by who knows who- there was theoretically a very small chance that it was even true to begin with

“…man I really just wasted our time-“ dream whimpered. He turned around to face cross when he noticed that the other was laughing softly to himself.

“oh- are you sure there’s nothing here?” his smile got wider, and it took dream a second to not get distracted by it

“huh?” he tilted his head, but cross held out his hand

“I think you might want to follow me then.”

Dream didn’t know what the other was talking about, but he took the other’s hand immediately, without a single doubt

He had no reason to doubt him anyways

And that just made cross’s soul skip a beat

“where are we going ?” dream was confused, but he quickly noticed a very thin path…

One step wrong and he’d fall into the emptiness

He shivered, and cross noticed

“if you are scared, we can still go back. But if you insist, you can close your eyes.”

Dream pondered; he wasn’t sure closing his eyes would do him any good, but cross was holding him tightly. The only reason he didn’t ask him to lift him was because their weight would probably make the other loose his balance, or worse, make the rocks collapse.

“i-“

He got a hold of himself before closing his eyes

“go ahead”

Cross stayed silent- the other’s total trust was baffling. He didn’t even deserve that much coming from dream! People betrayed him his whole life- he wouldn’t want to trust people that easily if it were to be him

Yet

He still did

he tried to stop his blush from spreading, but he was glad dream had his eyes closed, otherwise, he would have a good laugh

“okay….ready?”

He inhaled “yes!”

Cross smiled, here we go

……

………

…………..

……………….?

Dream didn’t feel his feet walking anywhere, actually; he didn’t feel like he was on the ground anymore

His breath got hitched- what?

He tried to stay calm until he felt the ground again

“wHAT WAS THAT” he gasped, his eyelights getting smaller. but as soon as he got to see his surroundings, they quickly switched into starry ones

“…woah”

The cliff had a waterfall with its water glowing bright blue. Multiple flowers were growing around, and some impressive and beautiful trees were decorating its sides

Dream stayed still for some time before he noticed that he didn’t see cross anywhere nearby, but as soon as he tried to call for him, the other whispered

“sorry, I forgot to tell you about that…”

He turned around, and was surprised to see cross holding what seemed like a bouquet of flowers. Some were golden and the others were echo flowers.

Dream’s breath was speeding up, and he felt heat rise up to his cheeks

“wha-“

“guess I’m late, but I still wanted to give you a little something at least” he smiled nervously

“happy valentine”

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i'm not giving you guys the satisfaction of seeing dream's reaction

but yeah, this was supposed to go out in february 14th, but you know what i'm lucky i drew the fluffynightkiller that day in case i didn't make it to that day!

and by the way, they still haven't confessed to each other! but killer's trying soo-

anyways, two illustrations coming out today; one of mine and @help-im-a-gay-fish's part of our art trade, so that's going to be fun ;)

dark cream belongs to @zu-is-here

cross belongs to @jakei95

killer belongs to @rahafwabas

dream and nightmare belong to @jokublog

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seokoloqy · 4 years

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Oh, Little Dove | kth (m)

➳ PAIRING: vampire!taehyung x reader x vampire!yoongi

➳ GENRE: smut, perhaps the tiniest bit of plot

➳ WORD COUNT: 2.8k

➳ WARNINGS: taehyung is a sadistic fuck and a huge asshole and I hate him, MC honestly hates him too lol, cursing, dubcon, hair pulling, a single tit slap, master/sir kink, oral (f receiving), biting, blood drinking, double penetration by some thicc boys jfc give me strength

➳ SUMMARY: Taehyung returns from a trip North and is feeling generous enough to finally share you with one of his brothers, Yoongi. However, when his treatment of you proves to be too much, Yoongi decides to change your fate.

➳ A/N: vampire Tae makes a comeback as a present for @strawbxxymilk <33 and you might notice a reference to another familiar story + if you haven’t read the previous 3 vampire Tae drabbles I suggest you do the links are in order here, here, and here

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“Hello, little dove, did you miss me?”

The low mischievous voice whispers in your ear. His cold hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, stroking your skin. If anyone were to see they’d think his touch was tender, a loving gesture to greet his lover, but they’d be wrong.

The vampire whose fangs ghost over your neck and haunt your nights is far from a lover.

His hands send a chill through you. The sickly sweet voice of Taehyung that you dread has returned after weeks away. You were just beginning to enjoy your temporary freedom from his demanding fangs.

He had been away with some of his brothers visiting a kingdom to the North for business. Apparently their army of vampires was searching for new recruits because of an upcoming war. Taehyung was more eager to learn more about their endless supply of blood volunteers than engage in any discussions about battle.

Besides the endless supply of food, the only thing Taehyung could enjoy on their trip was eyeing the kingdom’s princess. She looked absolutely delectable and he would have sunk his fangs into her the moment they were alone. If only her personal guard wasn’t by her side every second and sending warning looks every time Taehyung stood too close to her.

Their visit was only for a month. You wish it were longer.

“Hurry up and take your dress off. I want you naked and in bed. Now,” Taehyung commands with no room for objections.

“Yes, master,” you reluctantly obey, shedding all your clothing until you’re bare. His hungry stare watches you all the way to the bed like a wolf stalking his little lamb.

“You didn’t answer me earlier. Did you miss me?”

No, you want to answer. You didn’t miss him at all. You didn’t miss his beastly fangs digging deeply into your body, sucking your blood until you had tears in your eyes and felt too weak to fight.

“I always miss you, master,” your sweet, but empty response is only to please him.

It doesn’t matter if you mean it, as long as it makes him happy, he accepts it. You think it’s a little pathetic how easily excited he gets from such a simple compliment. He has no one to love him so he forces whoever he can to pretend. Whenever you look at his face you want to sneer and call him pathetic.

”I knew it,” he smirks, moving toward the bed and resting one knee on the edge. His finger traces around your ankle lightly. The featherlight touches are nothing compared to how he touches you in bed, rough and commanding. “You love being my slut, don’t you?”

“Yes, master, I love it.”

Taehyung flashes you a smile, revealing his sharpened canines and a hungry desire reflecting in his maroon eyes. He grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang off. His knee comes to rest between your legs almost touching your heated core.

You can’t help but shiver. You hate Taehyung, but god, you love being touched by him. Feeling his hands all over your body, bringing you close to euphoria each time you’re together.

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, leaning over your body to nuzzle his face in your neck. His hot tongue licks at his favorite spot on your neck, getting you ready for his fangs to enter. “Now tilt your head, my dove.”

You move your head to the side, bracing for the pain by clenching your fists. His teeth lightly scrape your neck, dragging along your jugular to tease you.

The waiting is torture. You just want it over with, but he likes to take his time when he’s in the mood.

Taehyung pulls away, one of his mischievous grins on his lips, and gets off the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he orders, then adds an additional threat, “if you open them I’ll make you sleep in the woods again.”

That causes your blood to run cold. You momentarily lose your breath. The last time you disobeyed Taehyung he forced you deep into the forest and left you there until sunrise. The woods at night are a place no defenseless human wants to be.

In the dark with no shelter from whatever creatures lurked, anything could easily rip you to shreds. Monstrous beasts worse than Taehyung lived in those woods. That was the lesson that taught you to never disobey Taehyung ever again.

You shut your eyes tightly, reminding yourself over and over not to open them again until Taehyung orders you to. You hear him open the door and then footsteps approaching again.

“Keep your eyes shut,” Taehyung reminds you, then you feel his lips pressing kisses on your thighs.

His kisses are a lot more timid and slow. It’s unusual, but you ignore it and focus on keeping your eyes closed.

Then his finger makes a trail from your navel to your nipple, swirling around the puckered and sensitive bud. You let out a shuddering breath. Your entire body is already scorching hot, aching for more.

“Should I touch you more?” His infuriatingly sweet voice usually irritates you, but when he touches you like this you can’t help but want to hear it more.

“Mhm,” you whimper when he kisses your inner thigh, his cold hands spreading your legs further apart to allow him access to your glistening heat.

“Use your words, dove,” Taehyung snaps, giving your left breast a sharp smack, leaving fiery tingles to blossom across your chest. You yelp, squeezing your eyes tighter to avoid peaking at his face between your thighs and his lips barely grazing your glistening cunt.

You bite your lip before whispering, “yes, master. I want you to touch me.”

Once the desperate words leave your lips, his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking the sensitive bud eagerly. The jolt of pleasure you receive from the first lap of his tongue accidentally forces your eyes open as you gasp.

The first person you see is Taehyung, nowhere near your aching core, lingering by the doorway with a sadistic grin and arms crossed as he watches another man pleasuring you. For a moment you fear he’ll lash out at you for disobeying his command, but his eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he looks at your blushing face. It seems like his threat was empty—this time. Your body floods with relief knowing you don’t have to worry about spending the night in the woods tonight.

Then your curious eyes travel downward where a blonde head is buried between your thighs fervently licking your leaking arousal. You recognize it as Yoongi, the second eldest of the noble vampire brothers. He acts cold and distant with you around the others, but he secretly looks out for you when Taehyung becomes too rough.

“I felt a little generous after our trip and I know how desperate you are to whore yourself out to my brothers, especially Yoongi.” Taehyung says, growling at the end, recalling the time he caught you and Yoongi in this same position without his consent. “I’ll let him touch you however he wants, but you don’t get to cum because you’re mine. Only I can make you feel that good.”

His words make you whimper. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your core is enough to make you unravel, but knowing Taehyung, if you disobey him he’ll punish you. For now, you’ll have to hold back to keep Taehyung happy, but you wish you didn’t have to. You wish you could thread your fingers through Yoongi’s blonde hair and ride his face until you’re cumming all around his mouth and in complete, utter bliss.

“Yes, master,” you moan as Yoongi begins to delve his tongue into your leaking hole. He dips the slick muscles in and out of your pussy, making the lewdest noises as he groans from the taste of you. You can feel the vibration of his groan resonate through your entire body, sending chills throughout your limbs.

Taehyung moves to the edge of the bed, watching your expression carefully to make sure you aren’t on the verge of cumming. He settles himself next to your head, letting his empty hands find entertainment on your breasts. His head dives down to latch around one of your nipples. His fangs digging into your flesh, but not enough to draw blood, just to scratch and pinch.

Yoongi’s finger dips into your cunt, teasing you by only inserting the tip and your hips struggle to chase the rest. You whimper his name, threading your fingers through his soft, honey locks and giving them a sharp tug, telling him to stop teasing and give you what you need.

Luckily, Yoongi understands and pushes the rest of his finger inside your needy walls, stroking and thrusting his finger at a quick pace almost as if he wants you to cum despite Taehyung’s rule. His tongue works on your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub, amplifying the pleasure between your legs as you tremble.

You’re beginning to feel the start of something coiling up in you. Your breaths become shallow pants as your hips ride his mouth desperately.

Taehyung, knowing exactly how you are when you’re on the verge of cumming, releases your nipple from his mouth and glares at Yoongi for trying to disobey him. The only one who gets to please you fully is him, not one of his useless brothers.

“Stop it,” Taehyung barks, grabbing Yoongi by the hair and tugging him away from your cunt, cutting off your high. His red eyes, seemingly glowing, glare at Yoongi. “I said you’re not allowed to make her cum, you fucking bastard.”

“Like you can do better,” Yoongi hisses, ripping Taehyung's hand off his head. The challenge is evident in Yoong’s eye as he glares at his cruel younger brother.

Your hazy mind isn’t sure how or when it happened, but somehow you ended up on your knees being sandwiched between the two brothers completely bare, feeling every shift of their glistening bodies ignite an even hotter flame within you. Taehyung behind you and Yoongi in front. Their thick cocks are both stuffed inside your tight cunt, barely able to move without you almost screaming and falling apart around them.

It’s Yoongi you’re leaning on for support, clutching his shoulders, nails digging in deep until you’re almost drawing blood. You whimper into the crook of his neck, alerting the elder vampire to stop moving.

“You alright?” Yoongi grunts, resting a hand on your shoulder to soothe you.

“She likes it. Don’t you, dove?” Taehyung chuckles, tugging on your hair sharply to pull your head against his shoulder. He grinds his hips against your ass, licking along the outer shell of your ear. “You like being filled up like this, huh?”

You’re breathless, painfully stretched out by both men, but you are enjoying being stuffed by their cocks. It’s so good, you could never tell them to stop.

You’re able to look Yoongi in the eyes to reassure him with a nod of your head and that seems to put him at ease and he begins rocking his hips again.

“Ah, please,” you sobbed, falling against Taehyung's chest as Yoongi begins moving inside your suffocating walls. Taehyung starts his thrusts in a more frenzied manner compared to Yoongi.

For Taehyung, sex is about him getting you off so when he sinks his fangs into you he doesn’t have to hear you whine as much.

The sounds of skin against skin resonates throughout the room mingled with your cries and their low grunts. You feel every inch of them sliding inside of your walls, still getting used to being filled so well.

Taehyung licks along the column of your neck, marking his favorite spot to bite you. You tense, waiting for his fangs to sink into you and you clench around the two men.

Yoongi releases a low groan close to your ear, murmuring, “you feel so good.”

“And she tastes even better.” Taehyung then looks at Yoongi, his cold, possessive eyes warning his elder brother. “But her blood is mine only.”

Finally, Taehyung sinks his teeth in you. The searing pain runs all the way to your fingertips and you almost scream if it weren’t for Yoongi’s lips that come crashing down on yours.

He forces your cries back with his tongue, pushing it between your lips. One hand cradles your cheek gently as the other rubs your hips to soothe you while Taehyung eagerly sucks at your neck.

You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching as their thrusts become even more determined. Your chest arches into Yoongi, tugging on his blonde locks as he kisses you deeply.

Taehyung laps at your neck, selfishly savoring the taste of your sweet blood. He greedily drinks and drinks until you feel your eyes fluttering shut. You’re already weak from the strain of two men inside you, but Taehyung refuses to stop.

Yoongi pulls away from your mouth when he feels you beginning to go limp, warning his brother, “You’re taking too much!”

Yoongi pulls out of you and you want to cry from the loss, but you’re too weak. Your arms fall limp at your side and you can only rely on Taehyung to hold you up.

Taehyung releases your neck for an instant to reply, your blood coating his sneering lips, “she’s mine and I’ll take what I want.”

The momentary release from Taehyung’s fangs is short. He sinks his teeth into you once more and your head begins to spin as darkness overtakes your vision. But before you give into that darkness, the last thing you see is Yoongi. His brows are pinched up with a frown playing on his lips. Is it worry, sorrow, regret?

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The soft sound of bells gently rouses you from your sleep. Somebody embraces you tightly as they carry you bridal style, your face buried in their shoulder. Your clothes have been put back and you feel a phantom ache between your legs and on your neck.

Each step they take, there’s a sound of dry brush crunching beneath their feet. The forest. Is it Taehyung carrying you into the woods as punishment? You don’t know what you did wrong this time.

A small son escapes your lips and you’re about to plead for Taehyung to grant you mercy.

“Shh, you’ll be safe now.”

The reassuring voice belongs to Yoongi. You’re not sure what he means or why he’s carrying you off. If Taehyung learns you’re gone without his permission…

“I’m taking you to the sanctuary.”

“Sanctuary?” You echo, pulling your face away from his neck. The tinkling of bells grows louder despite the lack of wind. You watch Yoongi’s stoic face, giving nothing of what he’s thinking away. Maybe you’ll never know.

“Hunters,” he responds, “they have a sanctuary here in the woods for humans who get lost. Just follow the wind chimes.”

That must be the bells you’re hearing. You look around, noticing the delicate glass wind chimes strung up in the trees, swaying in an imaginary wind.

“They’re ringing, but there’s no wind out here.”

“They ring because of me.” Yoongi stops walking when he sees the building he’s looking for beyond the thicket. It’s as far as he can carry you without being caught and slaughtered by the hunters. “These wind chimes sense evil.”

Your mouth twists into somewhat of a frown. Evil. That's what you would describe Taehyung as, but Yoongi… you’re not sure.

“This is all I can do for you, ___,” he whispers, peeling you away as he gently sets you down against a tree.

You still don’t understand what he’s doing. Is he letting you go? Are you finally free from Taehyung? It’s too good to be true. It brings burning tears to your eyes. Free of Taehyung finally? You thought you would die in that estate, die in the arms of that sadistic vampire, cold and alone. But you’re free now because of Yoongi.

Yoongi crouches at eye level with you, gazing into your eyes—his still giving nothing away. “I’m sorry.”

“Yoongi, wait,” you cry as he stands again.

Quick footsteps approach from your right. A line of what seem to be swordsmen by their silhouettes cautiously approach, hands reaching for their weapon.

“You must be a fool for coming here, bloodsucker,” one of the swordsmen sneers.

Yoongi doesn’t respond, calmly turning his red gaze to stare down the line of men.

One of them draws his hand up, “wait, he’s a noble. Stand down.”

“But he’s a beast!” another protests.

Yoongi is already beginning to walk away from you without a goodbye. He doesn’t think he deserves one. After all, he’s been selfish for not helping you escape a long time ago. He wanted to keep you close to him, even if it meant letting you be hurt by Taehyung.

But he can’t watch it anymore, he has to let you go.

You weakly try to crawl after his retreating figure, but the swordsmen are already surrounding you, questioning if you were attacked by Yoongi and helping you towards the sanctuary.

Your head turns back just to see Yoongi fade out of sight, nothing but the gentle sound of wind chimes follow after him.

#bts #bts smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #yoongi fanfiction #bts drabble #bts scenario

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thethousandyearwitch · 3 years

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Fatal Taste

“The townspeople believe you’re some kind of evil spirit or monster-” he laughed lightly, not sure if it was because of that ridiculous thought, or because of the soft lips that were caressing the underside of his jaw. “Oh, Ging,” Pariston sighed against his skin in a way that chased goosebumps up his spine. “They are right.” -----------

Ging Freecss has been summoned by his elusive pen-pal Pariston Hill, to examine his claim of a rare and unheard of art collection. Even despite the warnings and difficulties on the way, he was not prepared for what awaited him at the artful mansion.

M-Rated; Vampire!Pariston Hill x Art Appraiser!Ging Freecss.

AO3 Link!

It was the height of summer, as a horse drawn carriage made its way into a small valley village, about 8 miles off the coast, 20 miles from the country’s capital. The sky was mostly clear, and hungry crows on fenceposts watched the carriage pass between grazing fields. The carriage itself didn’t carry a heavy load, just some imported goods from the harbour destined to be sold in the capital, the carriage driver, and a stranger to the country, with messy black hair and rough beard stubble, who had asked for a lift. During the ride he kept mostly quiet, though he introduced himself as “Ging Freecss”.

As they reached the village’s main plaza, the man hopped of the carriage, and bid the driver goodbye with a thanks and some money he had pulled from his trousers, seemingly with no mind paid to how much he was actually giving out.

There wasn’t much to this town, a couple rows of houses with dusted windows, a quaint pub with a few tables decked outside, one of which was occupied by an elderly couple, and a shrine to a local god adorned with candles and food offerings. Ging decided to sit down for a brief rest at the pub, grateful to take refuge in the shade of a sun umbrella next to the tables.

After a short while, a short and stout young woman greeted him and offered him a menu, though he knew well that all he wanted to order was a cold beer. And his wish got fulfilled, as she returned quickly with half a litre of local beer and some trail mix in a bowl. The waitress spoke up with a bubbly voice. “We don’t get many outsiders, sir, you’ve must have had quite a trip. Are you on your way to the capital?”

Ging took a large gulp of his drink before he replied, welcomed the cool chill that chased down his throat. “Ah, No, though I heard it’s a beautiful old city. I’m here to appraise someone’s art collection. Do you think you could help me find an address, actually?” He handed the waitress a neatly folded letter and pointed at the sender’s address. She mustered the handwriting closely before gasping lightly.

“That’s mister Hill’s manor! How do you know him, sir?”

At the same time, the old man at the other table turned around with a stern look. “You must not go there if you value your life, son.”

“I’ve only been in correspondence with him over letters, and though he seems like a weird fellow, I doubt that his antics will cost me my life.” Ging laughed with a rough voice, though the man’s stare didn’t waver.

“He’s a strange and dangerous man. I’ve heard of women visiting him and never returning.”

“Maybe they liked it there so much that they didn’t want to leave! I’ve met him before, he was real polite and friendly, even invited me to his home. But my parents would have killed me if I’d gone out that late in the night.” The waitress sighed wistfully.

“Do you insist to go, young man?” Now the old lady spoke up, her voice sounded sore and stutter-y.

“I’m here to do a job, and if his collection is the real thing, then I’d hate to miss it. But I’ll be quick, probably on my way back to the harbour by the end of the evening.”

The old woman stood up and walked with slow steps over to him, before insistingly grabbing at his hand and pulling him up from his seat. “Come pray then, boy.”

“Ma’am, really, I will be fine, I- I am a grown man- “She pushed him towards the shrine and signalled for him to kneel. “I’m not very religious, y’know- “

“Nonsense, in the face of danger, every man can turn towards any god. Let me pray over you.” Ging rolled his eyes but knew better than to argue with an elderly woman, being beaten with a cane can teach you that lesson. “Dear Gods, watching high above, protect this soul who has strayed from his dedicated path. Guide him to safety and be the shining armour that repels any and all mischievous evils. Assist him in making his judgement, and forgive him for his faults, as we forgive as well. Hold him tight within your hand until he may part which his earthly body to meet you once again.”

Ging waited and listened to the eerie prayer until she removed her hand from his shoulder. “Say, Auntie, a couple rumours don’t turn a man into a monster, do they?”

“People have gone missing in the woods around the mansion. The house itself, it’s always been known to home something evil, for centuries. You youngsters are not in touch anymore with recognizing something malevolent even if it were to spit in your face.”

That cryptic message- or insult- still couldn’t convince Ging not to head towards his destination. Afterall, something like evil spirits couldn’t be real, or else he’d be haunted twice over after disturbing crypts and burial sites, places of worship and sacrifice, the last remains of civilisations long gone. Not once did he think about ghosts or monsters taking revenge.

This ‘Pariston Hill’ was no monster, but most likely just a pretentious man with too much money, feigning interest in art without understanding their purpose and meaning.

Ging asked the waitress again about the address, and she explained a step-by-step on which road he had to hike up to reach the manor. He left her a tip, bid farewell to the old couple, and started to head up the hill road, burlap sack with a few travel belongings over his shoulder.

The road quickly turned from sturdy cobblestone to dirt as he walked, the surrounding forest grew thicker and unkempt around the trail. The woods were quiet except for the occasional crow-cry and wing flutters in the tree crowns. Sweat made his clothes stick uncomfortably to his skin, his hair frizzed due to the humidity. He was an experienced hiker, but he still was sure that anyone who decided to build a mansion only accessible via dirt road was a sadist.

But as much as Ging craved refreshment from the heat again, the subtle static in the air and the increase of tiny insects flying around hinted at something unwelcomed: A summer storm was brewing. It wasn’t unusual for this part of the country, but it could certainly throw him off his schedule.

“Please, anything but- “Ging tried to plead to whatever deity in these parts might be responsible for weather, however he was interrupted by a blinding flash of lighting, followed by booming thunder, and finally cold rain. “Asshole.”

After a half-hearted jog through the rain and mud that would soak him head to toe, dim lights of a fenced in mansion came into view. A lit oil lamp illuminated an unlocked gate, and a gold-plated sign with fancy curled letters that spelled ‘Pariston Hill’. Ging didn’t second guess the open gate and let himself in, eager to get out from under the downpour. As the gate creaked open, he could have sworn he saw a cat that scurried around the corner, but it was gone before he could have been sure. An orange brick path led directly to the main entrance of the house, adorned on either side with well-kept lawn, hedges cut into elaborate shapes, and exotic flowers that Ging had seen in other countries and continents. The entrance was made up of two large solid wood doors, intricate floral carvings, and two iron door knockers that seemed to be decades old but kept in good shape.

But as the rain seeped deeper into his clothes, Ging disregarded the aged architecture and gave the door a few heavy knocks. Through the rain he tried to listen for a response or approaching footsteps, in vain. And yet without any warning, the door clicked, creaked, and slowly opened. Bright light from inside illuminated the outside area of the entrance. In the middle of the light, there he stood.

He seemed a bit taller than Ging, a perfect posture as if practiced. His hair stood out even against the equally golden light, and he wore a vermillion suit, most likely more expensive than the entirety of Gings closet combined. For some reason, the term ‘handsome devil’ came to mind.

For a second, the man looked down on him with a serious, even hostile expression, before he gave a pleasant smile in recognition. “Ging Freecss, I assume? Seems like you had a refreshing journey here.” He leisurely held out a hand, which Ging immediately took for a hearty handshake, subtly making sure that rain splatter from his hand and sleeve would scatter.

“I do enjoy a good hike, and a free shower is a free shower.” He flashed a determined grin, and Pariston removed himself from the man’s cold and clammy grip, still smiling though disgust flashed within his dark eyes. He stepped a bit to the side and made an exaggerated hand motion to invite Ging to step inside the manor.

The entrance hall was lit with a large crystal chandelier and a warm fireplace at the other side of the room, with two red velvet seats facing the fire. Marble floor was covered with a long red carpet, while the walls were adorned with classical paintings. Just at a glance Ging could tell they weren’t imitations.

“Ging- If you allow me to address you so intimately,” Pariston started, though he didn’t wait for an answer before he continued, “Ging, I’ve been anxiously looking forward to your visit. Now, I could have always called a local appraiser to come and do their job, but I sense a sort of passion within you that I’m sure won’t disappoint me.” He flashed another smile, though far from genuine as his stare and tone dripped with mockery.

“Well, usually I would have declined to come such a long way on a shallow request of a pen-pal, but it would be a shame to let the outrageous claim of a complete Ushiromiya portrait collection go unchecked. Where’s the goods?” Ging leisurely started to press out the water that had soaked into his clothes, directly onto the red carpet below. In any other case he may have shown an art collector more respect, but the smug aura of this man, which had already seeped through any and all letters he had ever received of him, pushed Gings buttons in all the wrong ways.

“I’d think a professional appraiser such as yourself wouldn’t want to examine rare paintings in such a condition that you’re in. It would be a shame if you were to get some dirt on them. Why don’t you go ahead and have a shower, while I retrieve the paintings from their safe?”

“I’m pretty confident in my ability to spot a forgery from a safe distance.”

“I’d be a terrible host if you were to catch a cold.”

“Never been sick in my life, now, I insist- “

“This is my humble home, and they are my paintings, Ging. I am the one who insists. And after all, a free shower is a free shower, isn’t it?” Pariston approached him and took clear advantage of his height, looking down at his visitors with an overly polite smile. Ging had never backed down from a challenge, however, his curiosity about the paintings had increased more and more as he looked around the mansion and noticed more authentic art and architecture. If Pariston Hill had truly come into possession of a rare collection, he didn’t want to deprive the world of this discovery just because he refused to take a shower.

“Alright then, but I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“I’ll generously lend you some of my attire, though I won’t make any promises about it fitting someone of your stature.” Pariston laughed lightly as he proceeded to push Ging towards another room down the hall. “Use any towels, soaps, and the likes as you please, be my guest~”

The washroom Ging got ushered into was equipped with a marble sink, a spacious shower, and a white cabinet that held towels of different sizes and colours. It was clean, maybe too clean, as he could find no trace of this room being used…ever. No water stains on the faucet or at the shower tiles, no used toiletries. Most likely it was a washroom just for guests, and he didn’t want to think about the over-the-top luxury that must hide in the master bathroom.

As he pulled his water-heavy clothes off his body, cold air hit his damp skin, there was a knock on the door. “I’ve got your change of clothes~ I’m sure you’ll like these even more than your regular attire.”

“What am I supposed to do about my clothes? I assume you don’t want me to leave them on the floor to rot?” He cautiously pressed one shoulder against the door, just in case his strange host would get any ideas.

“If you insist to keep them, I can hang them to dry by the fire.”

“You mean ‘dry’, and not ‘burn’, right?”

There was a moment of hesitation, before another light laugh echoed through the door. “What kind of person do you take me for?”

“I’ve been told it’s rude to insult a host. Thanks for the clothes!” Ging quickly opened the door just enough that he could fit his arms through, grabbed the neatly folded pile of fresh laundry, and dropped his soaked clothes into Paristons still extended arms, before he shut the door and clicked the lock. He could hear the sound of the clothes hitting the floor with a wet noise and snickered to himself.

After a long, warm shower, Ging tried his best to towel dry his hair, though in the end he opted to just slick it back. The clothes Pariston had picked out for him were simple, though not necessarily his style: Black slacks, and a white button up that didn’t seem to fit quite right, thus opting to roll up the sleeves just below his elbows and tuck most of the shirt into the pants. He kept the three most top buttons unbuttoned, because he had always hated the stuffy feelings of suits and dress shirts. The faint smell of cologne that wasn’t his stuck to the clothes, but he pretended not to notice. It smelled of cinnamon.

He exited the bathroom, towels discarded in the sink for whoever to clean up, only to find Pariston at the fireplace, Gings clothes neatly folded over the velvet chairs, as he held a small piece of paper. A picture.

“What an adorable baby!”

Ging approached him with quick step and snatched the picture out of his hands at an admirable speed. “Do you usually go through your guests’ belongings or am I a special case?”

“My, I was merely picking up something that fell out of your pockets. Is it your child?”

“What if he was?” Ging glanced over his spread-out clothes, suspicious of any tempering that might have been done.

“He certainly looks like you, if not as, how do you say,” Pariston waved his hand around as if he were to grab a word out of thin air, “bellicose.”

“Whatever that is supposed to mean. He’s my son; since you’re so curious.”

“Well, well~ Congratulations to you and your- “Pariston glanced at Gings hands, before he made eye contact again, prying smile “wife?”

“No such woman exists. Did you invite me here to pry in person about my life, or do I actually get to see the art?”

“Just making casual conversation. But since you are less of a hazard now, I’d love to see you go to work.”

“Don’t throw me out when you have to face the hard truth, though.” He shuffled through his light luggage to retrieve some appraisal tools, then followed Pariston Hill up a wooden staircase that opened to a long hallway of unmarked doors, and the walls here too were lined with paintings. Some were simple landscapes; others elaborate portraits of different eras. A couple of the artists seemed familiar, though most of them seemed to come from absurd sources or lacked an artist’s signature at all. He stopped in front of one particular painting: A painting of this very mansion. It was yellowed with age, and the edges that poked out from its golden frame seemed worn out and somewhat burned. A signature at the very bottom read in cursive ‘P.H.’ and a date around 50 years back. “Huh?”

“Ging~ Here please.” Pariston held a door open, this time with a smile that seemed almost painful with how his teeth were clenched. Ging decided not to question it, and followed his host into a dim room, packed with various dusted boxes and furniture covered in blankets. At the very end stood a row of aged easels holding up paintings.

“Think they will look more genuine in the dark?” he joked dryly, but his eccentric host flicked on a gas lamp in the row with a fool’s confidence, and-

The room lit up and Ging faced four stunning paintings.

He had studied the previously only known Ushiromiya painting painstakingly when he was still just an apprentice. He learned the way the brush strokes had been made in deliberate ways, burned the colour choices into the back of his eyelids, knew the exact curvature of the one-winged eagle that adorned its signature.

These paintings were real. There was no other explanation.

He went up close, examined the texture, searched for any mistakes in disbelief. But each one was flawless.

“And? Did I waste your time?” Pariston stood a couple feet back, arms crossed, and head tilted.

“They are real… Pariston, this is ground-breaking!” Ging spun around, his face a mix of bewilderment and pure joy. This joy only doubled when Pariston clapped his hands together and seemed to be just as elated.

“Wonderful! Simply splendid!”

“We might be some of the only people alive to have ever seen these!” Ging enthusiastically grabbed Parison by the shoulders, his mind was racing with potential studies he could write on these paintings and the way their existence was to alter history. “How did you get these?”

“They were given to my family by the original artists; So I’ve been told.” A mysterious smile, almost melancholy danced on his lips, before he gave another flash of his shining teeth. “I never doubted their authenticity, but I couldn’t keep their existence to myself, could I?”

Ging gave an enthusiastic slap on Paristons shoulder, feeling for the first time like the two of them shared a surprising, genuine connection. “Will you donate them to a museum? Try to contact the family of the Artist? Or the remaining Ushiromiya family members?”

“I will keep them here. Maybe hang them in my study. Now, would you care for a meal, Ging?”

“What?”

Pariston had already walked back to the door and flicked off the light, his silhouette only illuminated by the faint lights in the hallway. “I’ve let my chef prepare us a meal. I assume you don’t get asked for dinner often then.” He chuckled.

“I thought you didn’t want to keep their existence to yourself!”

“And I didn’t. You know about them now. Exciting, isn’t it?” He chuckled once again, before he disappeared into the hallway.

Ging weighed his option if he were to grab the paintings and escape into the night, but the storm still raged on outside, and he couldn’t safely juggle 4 large canvases all the way to the harbour or capital by himself.

For now, all he really could do was to find a way to convince Pariston to change his mind, through persuasion, threats, or force. Maybe if he were to get some outside forces to apply pressure, he recalled his colleague in forensics, Cheadle, owed him a favour.

He stepped into the hallway and quickly fell into step besides Pariston. “Dinner would be lovely, I’m sure, unfortunately I’m on a tight schedule, so I’d rather get going. I could write you a certificate of authenticity for the collection, though I’d need a second appraiser for the process. My good colleague Miss Yorkshire would be thrilled to visit, I’d think.”

Pariston came to a halt, ran his hand through his messy blond streaks of hair with a sigh. “Oh, Ging, I simply can’t let you continue in this weather. No ship will sail under these conditions, and the way to the capital is prone to mudslides. I don’t want to be complicit in your accidental death.” Ging was about to argue before he was cut off once again. “As for your colleague, you can gladly summon miss Cheadle Yorkshire here, though we’ve never been on very good terms.”

“Wh- How do you know her?”

“Let’s discuss it over dinner, shall we?”

Ging expected to be taken to a large dining hall with a table set for a dozen people, but in the end, they entered a separate room adjacent to it, with a medium scale dining table only decked for two. Unlike the other rooms in the house, this one was lit with multiple candles in elaborate holders -17thcentury bronze, Ging thought – and a phonograph was playing a concert recording. The men took their seats at opposed ends of the table, Ging sat with a natural comfort and slack, as if any seat he claimed was immediately his own with no regard to manners or humility; Pariston sat with seemingly practiced confidence and superiority as he made a show of crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. A confidence that irritated Ging to no end.

“Must be lonely to usually eat by yourself in this large, dusty room, huh?”

“I keep company one way or another.” Pariston spread a napkin on his lap, though the twitch of his eyebrow indicated his true annoyance with Gings remark.

Just then the door from the hallway opened, and a tall man in a chef’s uniform entered, as he pushed a small silver cart stacked with dishes. As he stepped closer, Ging noticed strange markings around his eyes, though there was no telling if they were tattoos or merely makeup. “Good evening,” he mumbled, in a voice unlikely for a man of his tall stature, “tonight’s meal is wagyu rump steak with rice and garlic Bok choy, served with a bottle of mister Hills personal wine selection.” After Pariston nodded in approval, the tall man started to serve the plates and poured two glasses of deep red wine.

“Don’t tell me you eat like this every day.”

“Of course not~ I prefer Kobe Fillet. I was trying to be mindful of less acquainted tastes.”

“You’re right, I don’t eat beef a lot. I prefer fish, but I understand that not everyone can get their hands on bluefin tuna.”

“Maybe I will let it be prepared for next time.”

“Is it that lonely up here that you’re already inviting me to another dinner?”

“I just assumed you’d appreciate the company, without a significant other and the fact that your child is most likely not under your care.”

The men exchanged challenging looks. Pariston still had a polite smile, though he started to lean forward in his chair like a predator about to pounce, while Ging couldn’t keep an irritated smirk form his lips. The tension was only interrupted by the chef, who cleared his throat and told the men to enjoy their meals. Just then the sweet and savoury smell of the food hit Ging, and he couldn’t deny the hunger that had built itself up.

Pariston lifted his own wine glass up, red liquid sparkled in the candlelight. “To the most interesting guest who has found his way into my home.”

In response, the man in question raised his own glass, though with less bravado and more at leisure. “To the Ushiromiya collection and their questionable owner.”

Both of the men started drink from their wine, though Ging noticed Paristons eyes on him, as if he awaited a reaction. The wine was sweet on Gings tongue, it lacked the usual sting that wine would give him once he swallowed.

“How is it?”

“Could be worse. You’ve got a lot of time on your hands to even make your own wine.”

The blond started to cut off a piece of his meal, and took a small bite, never breaking eye contact. “I am a man that easily gets bored. I need a lot of hobbies.”

“That makes two of us.”

They ate mostly in silence, music from the phonograph kept the atmosphere light. Ging hadn’t realized just how hungry he was, until he finally ate enough and the lingering knot in his stomach loosened. He emptied his plate in what felt like record time, no regard for table manners, and drank more wine while Pariston ate at a patient (and reasonable) pace. After his third glass, he was expecting the normal pleasant buzz that alcohol gave him, in vain.

“You still need to explain to me how you and Cheadle are acquainted.” He poured himself another glass, which Pariston seemed to approve.

“We have met a couple years prior, at a theatre opening in the city, hosted by Sir Netero. A friend of a friend, so to say. Unfortunately, people like us aren’t meant to get along. I offered her a dance out of curtesy, but I felt like she might have mauled me if I insisted.”

Ging laughed lightly, “She does have a temperament. I can’t imagine her being much of a dancer.”

“Saying something like that about a lady isn’t very nice, especially considering the same could be said about you.”

“Bold assumption, with no evidence.”

“You don’t look like you’d have the grace required for dancing.”

“I may not get invited to many balls, but I’ve known myself around a couple dancing events.”

“Are you willing to prove yourself?” Pariston got up from his seat, walked over to Ging, and as the phonograph started to play another orchestra song, he extended his hand to him. “May I have this dance?”

The shorter man hesitated, but unable to admit defeat to the other, he took the hand and immediately got pulled into the starting position for a Viennese Waltz, his right hand in Paristons, his left rested on the others upper arm; Paristons right hand rested on Gings shoulder-blade. As they started to move, Ging had to concentrate hard to not look at his feet, seeing as it would be an admission to not being confident in his steps, though locking eyes with the other man stirred something uncomfortable within him. He couldn’t clearly remember the last time he had danced with someone else, so the closeness of it felt foreign. As the music continued, they waltzed through the room, at first only in the ‘natural box’, though soon Pariston led them to side whisks and natural turns, a steadily increased pace.

“I do have to admit, you’re better at this than I initially thought.” Pariston smiled.

“You shouldn’t judge a book so easily by its cover.”

“You shouldn’t forget who has the lead.” Before Ging could question the statement, he was dipped low as the orchestral music seemed to reach its climax, hands immediately grabbing for more hold before he’d meet the ground. In the end, he clung to Paristons shoulders in a move that lacked grace but not force. The other man meanwhile had let go of his shoulder-blade, and instead had both hands secure at Gings waist. “Afraid I would drop you?”

“It’s what I would have done.”

The two men laughed and stood themselves up straight once again, but their hands remained where they were, whether it was a conscious decision or not. A slower song started, the name of it at the tip of Gings tongue, and as he pondered it, he may not have even noticed that they started a slow dance together. It was a simple three-step, and Pariston would occasionally close his eyes to hum along to the music, uncaring of the closer contact between him and the other man; The longer it went on, so did Ging.

“I didn’t think you’d agree to dance.”

“Maybe the alcohol made me more susceptible to idiocy.”

“There was no alcohol in that wine, Ging. Or at least not enough, to get you anywhere near an inebriated state.” He chuckled.

“A wine without alcohol can barely call itself a wine. What is in it, then?”

“I wonder if you can guess~”

Ging thought about it for a minute, determined to prove himself better once again. “It was very sweet, but too water-y to just be crushed fruit.” This only elicited a humoured ‘Mhm’. “I think it is a process of combining younger wine with some sort of flavoured tea.”

“Incorrect, but a good try~”

“What is it then?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Ging rolled his eyes, but continued their slow dance, as he got used to the hands on his waist that occasionally tapped their fingers to the music. “Keeping secrets must be another of your hobbies. The wine, the portraits…” He trailed off when he realized that Pariston inched closer; He smiled, self-satisfied, dark eyes focused solely on the other. Suddenly Ging felt the blood in his veins run cold, like faced with a predator in the woods, his heart was beating in this throat. Every nerve in his body started to feel shocked and screamed to run. But he couldn’t. Didn’t want to. And so, he stood still when Paristons ghostly cold hand cradled the side of his face as if another rare piece of art. When Ging didn’t flinch away from the touch, the blond placed a first kiss just on the corner of the others mouth. Then another. And another. Until Ging turned his head just enough to connect their lips.

Paristons lips were soft and faintly tasted of that sweet wine, with each kiss his hold on the others waist would tighten, like he was afraid he’d turn and run. But instead, the shorter man wrapped his arms around the blonds’ neck, even a tad eager to press his tongue between his lips, to be closer, to taste more. Every new connected kiss made his stomach twist in just the right way, he relished that it felt dangerous, maybe even wrong, and yet so satisfying.

After what felt like hours, though realistically it was probably a couple of minutes, their lips parted and Gings head was left spinning as Pariston continued to kiss along his jaw. But there is one thing that pulled at his mind, annoyingly so.

“Oh, Ging,” Pariston sighed against his skin in a way that chased goosebumps up his spine. “They are right.”

“Wha- “Suddenly a sharp, paralyzing pain shot from Gings neck to the ends of his body. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, all he could do was to drive his nails deeper into the others shoulder, and let out quiet gasps. Meanwhile a thumb stroked over his cheekbone as if to soothe, the other hand on the small of his back to keep him from collapsing.

He wondered if he was going to die here, at the hands of a vampire that he’d been warned about. He wondered if he’d been deliberately seduced- did he consider himself seduced? – just to be killed.

He threaded his fingers through the vampire’s hair, with no energy to pull him away from himself, just enough to hold on. Acceptance. He felt cold.

A tongue lapped over the fresh wound on his neck, followed by a few soft kisses. The pain subsided to a dull numbness. His line of sight started to darken. Pariston cradled Gings face in his hands, lips and chin stained red. He pressed another kiss to his lips, so tender as if he had never revealed his true nature, and the shorter man but couldn’t help but huff out a laugh with the last of his strength.

“Tastes like wine.”

“Another secret revealed to you.”

The last thing Ging saw was Paristons smile and dark eyes. Then blackness.

When Ging came to, the past day felt like a distant dream. He felt no pain, only a comfortable warmth that surrounded him, and someone’s fingers that combed through his hair.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. A dim room he did not recognize, next to him a bedstand with a carafe of water and some medical tools that included gauze, needle, thread, and a dirtied scalpel. He himself was still wearing the clothes he had been presented with after his spontaneous shower. He turned his head to the other side, and there sat Pariston on the same bed, one hand in the man’s hair, the other held an aged book. At the movement, he retracted his hand in shock, before his signature smile flashed once more.

“You’re awake.”

“I’m alive.” It somewhat hurt to talk, and as he reflexively reached for his own throat, he felt a thick bandage at the side of his neck. “You kept me alive. Why?” He started to sit himself up, not wanting to be physically talked down to.

“I don’t want to be bored. You’re the first visitor I’ve had in a while that managed to keep my interest. I guess I am pretty selfish.”

“You are.” Ging reached out to brush a strand of hair from Paristons face, before gently pulling him in for a kiss. “So am I.”

He felt his stomach twist again as they kissed, so sickly sweet, and he wanted more. He deepened the kiss, drank up every relaxed sigh that came from the other, let himself be greedy and reach for more. Even though Pariston almost killed him, still could, he touched Ging like he was something treasured, close enough to not let him escape, but not enough to break him. And maybe that’s what Ging wanted, to be desired, even in a destructive, dangerous sense.

As the feeling returned to all his limbs, he took advantage of it to properly sit himself up, then straddle Paristons lap. He broke their kiss, leaving the other somewhat panting. Again, the blonds’ hand was at the side of his face, not as cold this time, and his thumb traced small circles into his cheek.

“How often have you coerced someone here, just to feed?”

Pariston closed his eyes in thought, “It would be pointless to keep count. But no one has ever made it as far as you have.”

This prompted Ging to claim the vampires’ lips with his own in a possessive kiss. Paristons free hand started to trail up and down the shorter man’s thigh; In response, Ging started to feel his way from Paristons shoulders to his chest, lean but firm muscle.

And no heartbeat.

Of course, there wouldn’t be. He was dead.

Ging thought about how, maybe in a different lifetime, the two of them could have met through different means, both alive and entirely human. He thought about the countless people that have stepped into this mansion, never to return to their families. How even he would one day pass, either through natural means or because Pariston had lost interest in his existence. Would he ever let someone else get this far, after Ging? He felt cold steel in his hand.

This time, Pariston was the first to break the kiss, only for a moan to escape his lips. By now, they had slipped further down the mattress, with Pariston flat on his back while Ging still firmly straddled his hips. He looked so human under Ging, dark eyes half lidded and even the faintest flush on his cheeks.

Ging thought about how long he could stay here. About all the paintings in this mansion and their history he could study. About shared dinners and slow dancing to orchestral music. The image of himself as a corpse, entirely dry, flashed in his mind. A wine bottle with his name written on it.

Ging took Paristons hand from his face and held it over his racing heart. “I don’t think someone else has ever done this to me.” It felt ridiculous to say but it also tasted so bitter with truth to say out loud. His other hand grasped the foreign, cold object harder.

“What an honour~” Pariston purred, and he tried to lean up to unite in another kiss before he got pushed back into the mattress.

“We are both selfish, Paris. I don’t want you to do this to anyone else. And I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

In the vampires’ eyes flashed confusion, irritation, and then the glistening object that Ging had hidden. The scalpel from the bedside table. And in his last moment, he smiled with such honesty, that it felt like it was Ging who would receive that fatal blow to the heart.

It was over in a moment.

The scalpel, with enough force, had swiftly pierced through the ribs all the way to his heart, and after a pained gasp and a bit of twitching, Pariston Hill had died.

Ging remained seated for a while; He did not move, just looked. He wondered if he should cry, if he even could if he wanted to. But in the end, he closed Paristons eyes, gave him a parting kiss on the forehead, and left.

He never told anyone about the paintings.

Never told anyone about what he experienced in the mansion.

He wanted to be selfish and keep this secret just between himself and Pariston. Forever.

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blouisparadise · 4 years

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that are more plot-heavy in nature. We tried to choose fics that had a plot beyond Louis and Harry’s relationship. Happy reading!

1) Once Upon A Dream | Explicit | 33319 words | Sequel

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

2) Boiling Blood Will Circulate | Explicit | 42420 words

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

3) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

4) Tied Down | Explicit | 48551 words

The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

5) Now That This Old World Is Ending | Explicit | 49184 words

Needing a good distraction from his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson goes on a camping trip with his friends to Northern England. However, a different kind of distraction arises when his friends disappear from their camp. Hellbent on finding them, Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

Far Cry inspired AU.

6) It's A Long Way Down | Explicit | 52658 words

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

7) We’ve Got the World in Our Hands | Explicit | 54964 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

8) Somethin’ Bout You | Explicit | 59855 words

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

9) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

10) We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) | Not Rated | 74409 words

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

11) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

12) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

13) Cameras Flashing | Explicit | 81773 words

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

14) And Down the Long and Silent Street | Mature | 86090 words

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

15) A Taste Of Desire | Explicit | 104414 words

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

16) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. This fic is also a sequel to this fic, so you probably want to read that fic first.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

17) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

18) Run Like the Devil | Explicit | 138095 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

19) You Are The Blood | Explicit | 175151 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

20) Collision | Not Rated | 209473 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

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petri808 · 4 years

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TW: Non con/Dubious con/NSFW sex act w/supernatural creature. Vampire, chase/hunt prey. Primary Character Dabi (Todoroki)

For @bnhamonsterball 2020 Tumblr/Twitter main event piece 1. A Treat for hibakyochan on Twitter. Beta’d by Imitationicarus. 2k words

Give or take the last three hundred years they’d been alive, this had to be one of the silliest holidays for an immortal to witness. Locally, one would call their kind Kyonshī, but ever since the Halloween concept came to Japan, there was a new term attributed to the undead. Vampires.

Not that the Todoroki clan cared about labels, but this holiday allowed them to come out of the shadows for one day of the year without fear of being discovered. Shibuya train station was the hotbed of Tokyo nightlife for Halloween. There were so many people out and about. The pickings were like a kid in a candy store--all these human’s dressed in an array of costumes. It was a part of their culture, so it made sense this holiday pulled the attention of the Japanese people.

“It’s stupid,” Todoroki Dabi hisses. “Why should we dress like these weirdos?!”

“Because it’s easier to blend in.” His younger brother, Shouto, ignores the tirade and fusses with his cape. “This is how the humans think vampires dress.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “Capes and stupid looking suits? What’s with your slicked back hair?”

“I enjoy dressing up fancy, and I care if you go out looking like a corpse. So, shut up and get dressed so we can find some food tonight!”

The brothers make their way into a nearby nightclub and slip into one of the shadowed booths. It was easy to move unnoticed through the semi-darkened lounge. Glowing Halloween decor was scattered along the walls. Things like skeletons to pumpkins, ghosts and bats; basically, all the cliche holiday images you could think of. The loud music and disco lighting kept the mindless dancers focused off of the other patrons and boozed up barflies lined the bar counter in giggling packs. So, the only ones paying attention to newcomers were trolling for some action.

It doesn’t take long for interested parties to drop by. Tall and handsome, Shouto found it easy to attract anyone he desired--men and women--but he was mostly interested in the blood scent they gave off. Dabi, with his crazed features, tended to attract humans that were into seedier whims. Well, they’d better, because they were his favorite meal.

Drinks were ordered to keep up appearances, and Shouto already had an attractive brunette draped across his lap. A blond woman in a zombie-esque costume sidles up to Dabi.

“Are you Frankenstein?” the blond questions as she runs her fingers along the textured staples and warped skin covering the exposed areas of Dabi’s body. “Wow! These seem so real!”

“Woman, I’m not that fucked up monster from the movies. This shit is real.”

“Pfft. This fool got himself chopped up and tossed in a fire, so I had to put him back together.” Shouto smirks at his brother. “He’s lucky they missed his heart.”

“Tch,” Dabi grunts and looks away.

“Is that why you’re burned too?” The female on Shouto’s lap asks as she touches the area around his left eye. “You poor baby.”

“Yes.” He teases her lips back to his own, dragging his canines across the flesh before pulling away. “Which is why I need the assistance of a beautiful woman like you.”

“Mmm…” The woman moans at the contact. “Anything you need, cutie.”

“Gross,” Dabi huffs. “You play with your food too much.”

“And you should learn,” Shouto continues to ghost his fingers over the woman’s cheek and neck, pulling more purrs and enchanting her with his stare, “to have a little fun. Makes it so much sweeter.”

“This is why I hate hunting with you.” Dabi stands and pulls the second female to her feet. “Let’s go have some fun blondie.”

The woman giggles and happily allows the man to drag her away. “I didn’t catch your name, mister.”

“Just call me Touya.”

“Touya,” she purrs. “Where are we going for this fun?”

“You’ll see.”

Humans were such gullible creatures. In the old days, they were much more suspicious and difficult to catch, but now, it was child’s play.

Take for instance the ridiculous story about being chopped up. The girls probably thought the siblings were joking. No one believed in supernatural creatures. Vampires, ghosts, and demons were just a bunch of nonsense to scare little kids. Sometimes, Dabi misses the sport of the old days because easy gets boring, and that’s no fun for an immortal.

So, as soon as they reach an alleyway devoid of Halloween revelers, Dabi pushes the woman against a wall. While one hand grips the base of her throat, the fingers of the other toy with her, tracing long fingernails over the contours of her cheek.

“Such a naïve little thing.” He leans in close, licking and teasing the shell of her ear as he talks. “You know it’s not smart to let a strange man take you into a dark alley.”

The pace of her heartbeat steadily rises, and the delicious scent of arousal mixed with fear pours from her flesh.

His knee nudges her legs apart, then seats itself between them, pressing his thigh forward until it rubs against her groin. A whine squeaks out from the woman and catches in her throat when his hand constricts tighter around it.

“Do you like it rough? Cause I do. Now be a good little girl and close your eyes for me. That’s it,” he whispers as he watches her eyes roll back from the lack of air. “Time to take a short nap.”

Dabi picks the woman up, throws her over his shoulder like a sack of rice, and heads for the forests surrounding Mt. Tanzawa. A human traveling this distance would take hours, but for a vampire, it only took just minutes with their preternatural speed. Sort of like jumping through space and time, they moved faster than the naked eye could process. To others watching, they were simply a blur.

“Wake up!” He slaps the woman’s face, hard.

The sting instantly revives her. “W-What’s g-going on?!” The trees blocked out the bulk of the moonlight, making it pitch black. “Where are we?”

“Far outside of Kanagawa.” Dabi grins and leans into one of the scant beams of moonlight. The woman flinches when he flashes the elongated fangs that were not there earlier. “I’ll give you one minute to run before I turn you into my prey.”

“A-are you gonna k-kill me?!”

“Mmm.” He rubs his chin. “I haven’t decided yet. So, get moving!”

The darkness swallows her screams as she takes off running as fast as her legs could carry her. But he knows it’s hard to see where she’s going with brush and fallen tree limbs, rocks and other debris tearing through her clothing. She trips and scrambles to her feet again, tears pouring down her face. Behind her, Dabi’s manic laughter echoes and bounces off the trees making it difficult to pinpoint his location.

“Someone help me!”

“There’s no one for miles,” Dabi replies harshly.

“What do you want from me?!” she cries out.

But her pleas go unanswered this time. He could hear the sounds of brush crunching under her feet as she barrels through the forest. They mask his own movements well, and the further she runs, Dabi could imagine the pain being exacted through lashes all over her skin. ‘Ughhh!’ Dabi groans and licks his lips. The woman smells absolutely delicious! Her blood and sweat trail left in her wake and the fear coursing through her veins! Nope little brother, this is so much sweeter! He loves the pounding of her heartbeat echoing in his eardrums like a primal rhythm driving him wild! It’s been so long since he’d had a meal like this one, and it was time to enjoy it.

He pounces on her from behind and clamps down so quickly, she has no chance to react. The woman’s screams tear through the night along with the puncture of his fangs into the supple white flesh of her neck. She claws in vain wherever she can reach, but the larger Dabi has no problems controlling her writhing body.

“That’s it, scream for me baby,” he mumbles into her skin.

Fuck, she tastes as good as he’d hoped! He sucks gingerly at the coppery blood. There’s no rush to this meal. And besides, the slower he drinks, the longer the heart holds out.

“Please,” the woman whimpers, “I’ll do anything. Just don’t kill me.”

Dabi releases his fangs and flips the blond over.

“Is that so?” Dabi keeps one hand on her throat, and he runs the other between her thighs and up her skirt. She instinctively clenches her legs. “Tch, thought so.”

“No, wait! I’m sorry!” she sobs and relaxes her legs again. “Take it. Please j-just don’t ki-kill me.”

“If you insist.” He grins and releases her neck. “Get the fuck on your hands and knees.”

The blonds shaky body complies, and she assumes the position. Dabi flips her skirt up and tears the fabric of her panties, then releases his own cock. He yanks her hair and wraps his hand around her throat to hold her still.

“You’re being such a good girl.” His icy breath fans over her skin, causing her to shiver. “And if you satisfy my dick, I’ll let you live.”

His cold hard cock buries itself in the woman’s tight and hot pussy.

“Fuck— yeah,” he moans, pounding relentlessly into the woman.

Her pussy was so perfectly tight, it practically sucked his dick in. She couldn’t control her body’s reaction to his conquest as sticky liquid trails down her thigh. Her quieted sobbing falls on deaf ears with Dabi too engrossed in plundering his prey.

“You should feel special, blondie.” He leans in close and licks her cheek. “Not many can say they’ve been fucked by a vampire and lived.” Dabi laughs. “Course no one’s gonna believe you, either!”

The swell of his impending orgasm triggers his icy blue eyes to turn blood red. Dabi pulls her up until they’re both just on their knees and bites down on her neck once more. He grabs her hips hard, and his sharp nails dig into the flesh.

Her moans echo into the still night air as a different set of heat floods her entire body. It was a chemical from his bite that brought on the wave of euphoria. It wasn’t something he always used to placate his prey, but it was harder to control during sex and simply came out.

She weaves one hand behind his head, and another around his ass and thigh seemingly begging for more contact.

“Tou—ya...” she purrs, his name dribbling over and over from her lips as he rides out his orgasm.

“Damn bitch,” Dabi sneers after unhinging his fangs from her throat. “Don’t get comfortable unless you wanna become my sex slave.” He knew it was just the spell making her so compliant, but frankly, the idea was appealing to him. Been a century since his last one. With all the blood loss, the woman is slowly losing consciousness. Sent into a dream world created by the chemicals of lust and the toxins from his bite. Perhaps he’d unlocked a side of her that she’d never known existed?

“I-I want more,” she whispers.

Dabi pulls out roughly and turns her around. “What did you say, slut? Getting turned on are ya?”

“I-I don’t know,” she cries, tears falling down her cheeks and skin tingling from the icy grip of his fingers. “I l-like it…”

“Hmm, maybe I could have a little more fun with you after all. What’s your name, bitch?”

“T-Toga.”

Dabi’s eyes flash red with the most sinister of smiles, then pricks his own finger on one of his fangs. He smears a drop of his blood on Toga’s lips before forcing her to suck more of it in. And as her eyes slowly turn red, he smirks.

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6 TVD Prompt Ficlets

Filling a bunch of prompts sent in by @finnismyoriginalsin last August– I didn’t take all of them, so seriously, if any of these tickle anyone, GO WRITE because they are all fantastic!

(Jeremy x Katherine; Tatia, Katherine, Elena x Klaus; Tyler!Klaus x Elena; Klaus x Elena; Alaric!Klaus x Elena; Elijah x Elena)

Prompts:

Not 12am here yet so lol..I have a few more if you wanna do.

Prompt: Stefan is Jack the Ripper with the help of Klaus and Rebekah, obv it’s how he earned the nickname.

Prompt: Jeremy finds the old timey photo of Katherine, meets Katherine who he mistakes for his sister at first (may or may not be shippy).

It’s entirely fucked. He knows that.

The thing is it had all started innocently enough– no one had ever thought to fill him in on the whole evil twin thing, noooo, better to leave him in the dark and let him bleed his broken heart onto his not-sister’s shoulder and start this thing– this thing he thought was Elena letting him in, finally being present, where just about every week she would take him out to this bar outside of town that never cards and buy him drinks and listen. And they would talk.

They never discussed it, it just seemed to spontaneously happen. Between Jenna always listening in on his conversations and her stalker boyfriends that made sense to Jeremy.

So by the time he figured out it wasn’t Elena he’d been spending all this time with, his head had got twisted around. He’d been angry and hurt and somehow those nights out with his sister that he adored turned into even longer nights where he would stare into the sultry, sharp features of the vampire like he was looking into a funhouse mirror. That was how he first noticed the shape of her mouth, the sharpness of her pearly white teeth. How he first imagined that mouth on him, those teeth in him.

The leap from imagination to reality is devastatingly short.

She likes to ask him questions while she nurses his dick, nurses the bloody bites in his thighs. He tells her everything she asks for. More. He’s always liked talking to her. Likes being inside of her even more, even though it means he has to blush and look away whenever his sister walks into a room.

Until one day she stops coming by. He waits for her, and waits.

It takes forever to realize that whatever she had wanted from him, she must have gotten.

It’s soon after that that Damon approaches him with a plan to take the bitch down at the masquerade, and he’s all too eager to participate.

Prompt: Tatia, Katherine, Elena, Amara x Klaus, he can’t escape her, he’s the one running now.

She’s everywhere. He turns the corner: there she is. Looks in the mirror, and there, standing just behind him again, her, her, her.

A thousand years have passed, and while the memory of Tatia Petrova has surely haunted him, it had not been until after the sacrifice, when he’d revenged himself on Katerina and drained that last girl wearing a damned face had the haunting become quite so literal.

Now Tatia follows him for true, her eyes an accusation as she looks and looks and looks at him and refuses to ever look away, her gaze still and fixed as only the dead’s can be.

Katerina plucks at his sleeves, her hands thin and gray as they never were in all the years he had known her. Where once she had caressed him with those hands, had loved him with those hands, now all she can do is demand from him that he acknowledge her. That he look at her, and see what he has done to her. He never looks, because then he would have to see the gaping wound in her chest where once her heart had been. She had given him her heart once, and he had taken exquisite pleasure in holding that still beating heart in his hand and ripping it from her chest, in watching the gray crawl of extinguishment creep over her skin. He had been a fool.

The worst is the last one. Elena, he reminds himself.

Her skin painted with blood from head to toe, flames eternally licking at her hands and her feet. He always knows she’s found him again from the scent of charnel that follows her on a windless breeze. Of all of them, she holds herself farthest back. Never looks at him, never even seems to notice him. It’s unbearable, when he can feel around his wrists and around his ankles and threading through his ribs heavy chains, forging his fate with hers. Her last words had been Go to hell. He had not realized at the time that she intended to drag him there herself. He feels the weight of them, pulling ever tighter. Her silhouette is thinner every time he spies her. He doesn’t want to think what will happen to him when she disappears entirely.

And so he runs. Leaves America, and then the Western Hemisphere altogether. Abandons civilization and society to plunge into the deepest forests, the darkest seas, daring to outrun the inevitable.

Everywhere she finds him. She, she, and she.

His three-faced goddess. His death where he had only ever thought to look for triumph.

He had thought the chase was over that day he plunged his fangs into Elena Gilbert’s neck, but now he knows: that was the day the true hunt began.

Prompt: Davina brings back both Kol and Finn accidentally, their ashes were mixed in the urn. And/or Davina brings back Finn who masquerades as Kol for a bit.

Prompt: Klaus x Davina, he also has a thing for witches like Kol. Gold dagger threats.

Prompt: Rebekah x Kol, secret liaisons

Prompt: Tyler!Klaus x Elena, awkward morning after, angst. And/or Tyler!Klaus x Caroline bc that would be super awkward and angsty.

It’s obvious as soon as she wakes up with her head clearer than it’s been since she turned that this is a huge irrevocable mistake. The mistake to end all mistakes.

Elena creeps out from Tyler’s bed, cringing at the dried blood plastered all over both of their bodies, mapping the wild caresses that had led to the frenzied fucking last night. She trips almost right away– she lands hard on the floor, where she is forced to look into the glassed over eyes of the girl she and Tyler had picked up at the Founder’s party last night and, in a whiskey-drenched, blood-starved haze, seduced and then devoured.

She groans, hanging her head in her hands, as viscous guilt surges up in her throat like bitter bile.

Worse. Her gums ache. Even now she’s wondering when her next opportunity to do it again will be.

“Lovely. You’re awake.” Tyler sits up and stretches.

Elena narrows her eyes at him. Something about his word choice seems off. She’s known Tyler since they were in diapers, and never once has she heard him use the word lovely. In fact, there’s been something odd about Tyler ever since he mysteriously, miraculously didn’t die when Klaus burned–

The blanket falls off of him and she is faced with the evidence of everywhere she had touched him with her hands and her mouth last night, all mapped out in vivid crimson like the cheat, the slut, the failure she is.

“What are we going to do? What are we going to tell Care?” Elena moans, huddling in on herself. She draws her knees to her chest and rests her forehead against them. There’s a dab of blood on her left thigh and she can’t help sticking her tongue out to taste it, to comfort herself with it, even in the pit of all of her anguish.

She’s gone and slept with her best friend’s boyfriend. Completely lost control of herself and abandoned everything that made her decent and worth loving. And she’s a murderer too, now. A really, really hungry one.

“We should come clean with her,” Tyler says. “Straight away.” He eyes her naked body. “Well, perhaps after another bout. What do you say?” He crawls onto the floor with her and pins her beneath him.

Lightning flashes through her brain. She kicks herself for not realizing sooner– but how could she? She’s been a wrecked, starving mess ever since she woke up on that coroner’s table coughing her lungs out.

“Tell me again what you said after you saved me from Klaus,” she whispers. “In the kitchen.”

The hybrid on top of her pauses. “I wanted you to drink some orange juice.”

She shoves him off of her and darts to the other side, looking for her clothes. “First off, as though Tyler Lockwood would ever offer me anything other than a shot,” she says, thrusting her legs into her jeans. “Second off, what the hell, Klaus?” She stares down at her arms. She’s covered in Klaus-marks. Her skin crawls. “What was this? Why are you in Tyler’s body?”

He stretches and prowls towards her. “I’m on holiday here until your little witch friend can find a way to jump me back into my own without that stake destroying me as soon as she does.”

“And so you thought you’d just have a go at me?”

“You handed me the perfect opportunity to separate Miss Forbes from her boyfriend.” He leers at her. “I must say, though, the after dinner show was far beyond my expectations. I do hope I can persuade you for an encore.”

She slaps him. “You’re vile. I’d rather–”

“You’re already dead, and next to that, whatever else you might say is going to pale in comparison.” He leans in, brushes his mouth against her ear.

Elena represses the shiver of delight and disgust that rolls through her.

“And before you go casting stones: you still slept with me when you thought I was your dear friend’s boyfriend. What does that say about you?”

Prompt: Finn x Rebekah or Freya, first meetings again.

Prompt: Klaus x Elena, hybrid baby somehow, oops can’t kill her now. Or, something pre season 1.

“You’re cheating on me?” he asks, bewildered.

Elena– sweet, sexy, sixteen year old Elena– swats him, dashing tears away from her eyes in the next motion. “Of course not! God, how can you even think– Of course it’s yours.”

“I highly doubt that.” Never sleep with a Petrova woman. That has been the rule he has been muttering to himself for 500 years. Why couldn’t he ever listen to himself? No, he just had to seduce the girl while he hunted for the moonstone, he couldn’t just leave her alone once he’d seen her–

“Well, I regret sleeping with you too,” she sniffles. “But since you’re the only one I’ve ever been with–”

In an instant he’s caught her in his gaze. “Tell me who the true father of your child is,” he compels her. Once he has a name, he can vent his frustration and jealousy out on him. Snapping necks always makes him feel better.

“You are,” she informs him, bringing the sky to come crashing down on his head without so much as batting a pretty black eyelash.

He sputters, pushing her away from him. His thoughts spark and short– how– perhaps–

He studies her wildly. Could her doppelganger nature be responsible?

He curses, all at once becoming aware of the weight of the moonstone in his pocket.

How can he sacrifice her now? He’ll have to wait– he pauses, tries to recall how long human pregnancies last– Well. Never mind. He’ll have to wait, at any rate. First for the child to be born, then for it to be weaned. And then? He can already foresee a limitless expanses of reasons to wait longer as this Elena Gilbert raises his child piling up in front of him.

And as he waits, Elena will only grow ever more beautiful and deadly. And he will have no choice but to fall in love with her.

Prompt: Alaric!Klaus x Caroline or Elena, meeting after class, creep.

“Elena, stay a minute after class.”

The girl pauses in the middle of packing up her bag, her large doe eyes curious but trusting. So trusting. Had Katerina ever looked at him like that? Tatia certainly never had.

As the class shuffles out, he takes the liberty of closing and locking the door, noting how still the girl doesn’t question him.

Isobel had chosen well when she’d selected the history teacher.

“What’s this about, Ric? Is it about–” she ducks her chin, very seriously, how sweet– “Klaus?” she half-whispers, half-mouths.

An absolute thrill rolls up his spine at the shape of his name in her mouth.

“Is there something you know that I don’t?” he asks carefully, fighting a smirk.

The girl’s face goes smooth as glass. He suddenly has a desire to tear her scalp free, the better for him to look inside her brain at all of those thoughts he can fair see swirling mercilessly behind her dark eyes.

He hovers over her desk. Cannot resist tucking a long tendril of her silky brown hair behind her ear, to sink into those abyssal eyes like an animal trapped in tar. Those eyes could smother a man. A vampire.

“Keep your guard up,” he murmurs, chucking her under the chin. “You never know who could lying in wait.”

Prompt: Elijah x Elena, him and his ties, during first seeing her after smelling her (you know the gif)

The shock of her existence is immense. In a moment, his entire world realigns. Shifts back into an alignment so seamless and perfect he cannot believe that he had gone on for centuries thinking this possibility were gone forever. This girl– this as yet unnamed, unknown, human girl– is a miracle. An opportunity for vengeance and maybe– just maybe– a chance for redemption.

He straightens his tie. Cannot fight the smile on his face as he greets her. “Hello.”

Sorry lol, damn I ship too many things.

#if anyone wants the prompts I didn't take #PLEASE have at them!#they look super fun!#I just don't have the energy lol #klaulena #elejah #tvd fic #5 sentence fics #submission

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kotas-dump · 4 years

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There’s something about the crescent moon that seems mocking as you stare up at it through your bedroom window. Perhaps it’s the dagger in your chest, just shy of your heart but making every breath a painful one. Or the body of your human lover Emilia drapped over your naked chest, hands still wrapped tightly around the hilt of the dagger. It could even be it’s light glinting off your sword, imbuned with magic and bound to you that hung above your head, dripping her blood on your cheek.

There was pain, a lot of it from your chest, but you knew you’d heal just fine from the physical wounds. Still the tears burned in your eyes. It had only been months ago that the two of you were swearing the rest of your lives to each other as you brought down your kind’s hold over the humans. You swore your allegiance to Emilia, the strongest of the vampire hunters. You helped her slay your own family for the future of humanity, for the hope that you’d have a future with her. A bastard of a vampire and a vampire hunter would set the example for the rest of the world...

And for what?

You sat up, her body slumping down into your lap as you pulled her dagger from your chest with a grunt. The wound started to close and you tossed it aside. How had it ever come to this?

You weren’t sure of the time that passed as you lifted her up into your arms and laid her down in your bed. Leaving to go wash yourself of the overwhelming scent of her blood.

It was there, in the moonlight of the river you felt the moon mocking you the most. It was waist deep in icy water that you broke down and howled like a wounded beast. Naked and hurt standing in a river in the dead of night. Ashamed at yourself for not letting her just kill you.

The moon was setting by the time you reached your mansion of a home. The icy water numbing you to what you must do next.

You posted her corpse up outside, hanging from chains over your archway as a warning. As the rising sun stained the sky red you scoffed and retreated back into your home.

—

Time had passed since Emilia’s death but you still found yourself talking to her on your steps in the dead of the night. Her body had long since fallen and scattered by the wild animals. Living in isolation like you did you wondered how long before you too were just some wild beast. You should have let her kill you. This wasn't living.

You had taken up walking and ventured into the nearby village at dusk and only for spices and things you couldn’t get yourself. Even after closing the woman selling the spices talked to you. She was nice...for a human. But you never stayed any longer than a handful of minutes. It had become a ritual on every full moon to check on your nearby village and make sure they were safe.

Today was no exception. She talked as she bagged up your items. Commenting on your good skin despite the dry fall air. Sweet as ever you smiled and nodded. Reminding yourself to keep your distance.

“Just this tonight?” She wonders,taking your money and holding out your change. As you went to take it she grabbed your hand. “Is your husband hurting you?”

The question shocked you, took you by surprise. “I..I’m not married.”

“Oh.” She released your hand and leaned back. “I’m sorry.. I thought.. I mean.. You always look so sad... and you always leave in s hurry... Well there I go sticking my nose where it don’t belong.” She smiled as her own husband came out from the back.

You watched with a forced smile as he wrapped his hand around her waist, chuckling. “She giving you trouble? I keep telling you not to bother the poor girl. We can’t afford to loose our best customer.”

She slaps his chest and scoffs. “I ain’t troubling no one. I was just chat-“

Turning you quickly mutter. “It’s getting late I’ll be going now.”

“Now wait a minute there little lady.” Her husband calls.

Little? You hadn’t been called that for almost 300 years. “I really can’t stay..”

“I won’t keep ya. We were just wondering. Wouldn’t it be easier to get these things delivered to ya? I mean you must live a ways a way what with you coming so late at night and all... so I could deliver em to ya so ya don’t have to make the trip.” He offers. It’s intriguing enough that you stop. “Ah see I knew that would get your interest. Just give us the directions and I’ll make weekly delivery’s.”

Would save you from leaving the mansion..and the trouble of travel. You sigh and quickly write it down. “I’m leaving now..thank you.”

“Thank you! See ya soon sugar!” The woman waves and you nod and quickly make your way home.

The weekly deliveries were nice and kept a better supply of fresh spices in your pantry even if you met them on the edge of your property. But one week they were late. It was well into night and they still hadn’t arrived. So you went out and started walking.

Most vampires and werewolves knew better than to venture onto your territory but mountain lions didn’t really understand. You felt foolish for worrying but when you saw a horse laying dead on the side of the road you froze. that wasn’t a good sign at all.

Rushing over you could see claw marks and bites all over the horse.. the faint scent of the shopkeeper still clung to the warm carcass. Following it you ventured far into the forest. The stench of blood overpowering you as you close to a thick set of brush. A feral looking vampire looked up, soaked in blood and growling you sigh.

“You...complicate things.” You snap, grabbing their throat as they lung and throwing them into the trees. “They don’t make them like they used to.” You sigh, grabbing a branch and snapping it from the tree. “Didn’t your master tell you not to go near -“

“Richard? Honey? You out here?” A familiar voice.. the WIFE?! Snapping around the vampire makes a run for the voice.

“I swear to fuck shit... get back here!” Chasing after them you tackle them to the ground.

“Honey?” She calls, venturing toward you.

Not good not good. You look up and the slippery vampire throws you off and runs for her. It’s to late, the lantern light she carries catches their eyes and you tackle them to the ground as they lunge for her.

“Oh my god!” She gasps, covering her mouth as you two fight.

This was to complicated the smell of blood wasn’t helping either. It was making your stomach turn. They claw at your face, your shoulders and the stench of the blood only gets stronger. Pinning the feral vampire down you stab into their chest with the branch, piercing their heart as they scream in pain.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief you stand up and brush yourself off. Blood covered your face were the feral monster had clawed you, dripping onto your shirt.

“That was...” The woman is shaken, the light bouncing in her quivering hand.

“It’s fine. You’re safe.” You try to give her a reassuring smile but she recoils and screams.

The lantern clatters to the ground as both of her hand fly to her mouth. “V-V-Vampire!” Turning she quickly ran back the way she’d come.

“That went well don’t you think?” You ask the rapidly disintingrating vampire. Snatching the lantern you set it upright and head back home. It was only a matter of time before the pitchforks and torches. “Fuck me.” You groan. All you could do was hope they had better aim than Emilia.

You’d gotten your door baracaded and a collection of wine on your table. If you were going to get angry mobbed you needed at least one bottle of wine in you. But.. there wasn’t one. You’d stayed up all day expecting it. Going through half your store of wine before giving up and heading to bed.

Even in the days that passed the mob never came. You ventured back into the village to see how they faired, passing by the spice merchant’s home only to hear her sniffling sobs. You knew that pain... well... kind of. So you gathered a bunch of wild flowers and left them on her window sill.

It became your new ritual, leaving flowers, sometimes money, for her every night. Even in the winter you managed to leave her gifts. After a while though you stopped. You weren’t sure why but it just seemed.. wrong to keep doing it. Having gifts from a vampire probably wasn’t comforting when that same creature was the one that killed your husband.

Instead you didn’t bother going into the village at all. You made your rounds, watched from the dark shadows of trees as she learned to smile and joke again. Good. She’d be fine. She was older now, maybe mid thirties? But she still ran that little spice shop. Every now and again she’d look out around sunset like she was looking for someone but only flipped the sign to close and turned off the lights.

You stopped visiting the village. It was painful to watch the humans age and it only made you envy them more. Mortality. Tonight was a clear and calm night. Not exactly a night you’d expected a knock on the door.

No one knocked on your door.

Curious you get up and open it. The spice woman standing there in her shawl wrapped tightly around her. “He-“ You slammed the door. This wasn’t... no. Opening the door again you expected your age to be playing tricks on you but no.. she still stood there, eyes slightly wider than before.

“It’s not polite to slam a door in someone’s face.” She chastises.

“I- what?” She’s indeed older now. Small wrinkles beginning to form at the edges of her eyes and nose. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting any visitors.. I uh..”

“Well with the skeletons outside I’d assume not. It’s not very welcoming.” She smiles and you just stare. Dumbfounded. “May I come in..?”

Right! Manners those were a thing. Opening the door you motion her inside. Suddenly regretting not dusting the last.. 10 years. “ Tea? I mean.. would you like some.. tea?”

She looks around before her eyes settle on you and soften. “That would be lovely.” Crossing her hands in front of her she raises her brows. “Are you alright sugar?”

You’re staring again. There's a faint scent of blood on her and it's a bit distracting” What? Oh! I’m fine. I’ll get that tea.” You rush towards the kitchen, setting the kettle onto the stove.

“You really haven’t aged at all.” She says as she steps into the kitchen.

You’re not really sure what to say to that. Why was she even here?

She sits down at your small table and watches you. “I’ve been meaning to come talk to you for a while. I just.. I couldn’t find the courage after that night I had been so shaken..”

Again, you’re not sure what to say so you just nod and glare angrily at the kettle hoping it would heat faster. “I- I am sorry about your husband.. I mean your loss. I’m sorry for your loss. Losing a love one.. must be hard.” You wouldn’t know you killed all of yours. Argh did your brain ever shut up? The kettle started to scream and you quickly grabbed it and poured the hot water into a cup for her. Placing it in front of her you catch her gaze and look away. “Right. I have some cookies around here somewhere..”

As you’re rummaging in the cabinets she laughs and you turn, old cookies in hand. You hadn’t been to the village in years so the last time you’d bought cookies.. You threw them back into the cabinet and shoved the door shut as things crashed inside. “Probably not good anymore anyways.”

“You seem scared.” She says, swirling her tea in her cup. “Hard to think I’d scare a vampire.

Well.. not you but the angry mob yes. Also why do you smell like blood? Well I guess you are full of it.. “Ah.. I don’t mean to come off that way. I just... Well the only guest I’ve ever had was Emilia and well..” I murdered her when she stabbed me through the chest in an extra spicy lovemaking session.” She’s gone now.” Clearing your throat you sit down across from her. You can’t help but notice all the dust everywhere.

“I don’t blame you for Richard you know.” She says softly, taking a sip from her tea

Who? oh right. Dead husband. Well you actually hadn’t killed him so you didn’t feel guilty there. “That's...good.”

“I figured you felt bad you didn’t save him from that other vampire.. the one you killed that night?” Her voice was so soft and she sounded like she wasn’t trying to upset you.

You hadn’t felt guilty though. Was that bad? You’d killed more significant people than the spice delivery man. “I...should have gotten there sooner.” You say, rolling with it. Not exactly like you could admit you didn’t care.

Setting her cup down she took your hands. “I know you left those gifts. No one else would have. You don’t have to be scared of the village. I didn’t tell anyone what happened and they ruled his death a moutain lion attack.”

Oh god she was touching you. How long had it been since you felt the warmth of another’s skin? Oh that’s creepy you’re being creepy. Pulling your hands away you chuckled. “That’s good." You said that already. Clearing your throat you try again. " I uh.. was worried you hated me for it.” Not really though I watched you for years. If you were going to rat on me you would have done it. Looking away you wring your hands, you could still feel her fingers.

She sighs. “I suppose I should but to be honest I don’t know why you saved me that night. Why you never came back to the village. I always figured you’d been punishing yourself for not being able to save him. I mean compared to other villages we’re much safer, we don’t have as many animal attacks or any other attacks. One person in 10 years is rare for a village...” Looking over she glances over to you and you quickly look away. “It must be lonely though.”

Lonely? You shoot her a confused look, “Why would I be lonely...?”

She shifts but smiles. “Well.. you stopped coming to the village,-“ not true. Ok kinda true. “You killed that vampire so you must not get along with your own kind-“ Okay that was true but for a whole different reason,”-and you live alone. Doesn’t that become lonely?” Her eyes are piercing and you turn away again.

Laughing you shrug. “I never really thought of it that way..” I mean i killed everyone I loved so it seems fitting I’d be alone. “I guess? It doesn’t really bother me often.” Only on you know, every major holiday. “I got used to it. I mean it has been...” When did Emilia die again? You shrug. “ It’s been a long time.” You force a smile and glance over to her.

There’s tears in her eyes and she wilts like a flower. “You poor thing. I’m so sorry. Here.” She pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to you.

Taking it you give her a confused look.

“You’re crying sugar.” She gives you a sad smile and takes it from your hand to wipe at your eyes. “I never meant to bring up any bad memories. I’m sorry.”

“What?” You rub at your eyes and take a deep breath. “That’s embarrassing.” Laughing you wipe at your eyes again.

“Everyone always talks about vampires like they’re beasts but.. you seem more human than any beast.” The woman dabs at her own eyes and takes a sip of tea. “I never imagined how they lived. I kind of assumed they lived in pairs or families.”

Right. “Most do. I uh.. Don’t have any. It’s not sad though. I-“ Killed them myself? “Made that choice myself.” Nice save. “It’s better for me to be alone.”

She nods. “I envy your strength. I keep trying to tell myself that. I still miss him though. It’s scary being a woman on her own. Having powers must put your mind at ease.”

Was that what this whole thing was about? Well she’d be heartbroken to hear you wouldn't turn anyone. The sterile mule of the vampire world. No kids no minions just eternity. “Ah well. I envy your ability to die.” You mutter. The silence that followed made you realize you’d said that..out loud. “I mean. Eternal life Isn’t something I’d give away even if I could. This isn’t really living.” You force a dry laugh and clear your throat. “Like you said I’m always alone and even if I wanted a family I could never have one so it’s not really...”You cough. “Living. More tea?” You stand up quickly but she catches your wrist.

She’s staring at you, eyes piercing into you. “Is that why you always look so sad? You’re cursed to be alone...forever?”

You bite your cheek. This was not were you expected your night to go. “I look sad?” She’d mentioned that before, years ago but to bring it up now? “It’s not like I’m not used to it. Just how i imagine you humans live knowing you will die one day. I live knowing.. i will be alone. it’s just.. how things are. No use being sad over it right?” You can feel your eyes watering again. “ Ah my eyes again. This is embarrassing. I never have this problem.” You laugh and turn away but her grip only tightens. You don’t have the heart to pull away even as her chair squeaks across the floor and she stands.

“Would it be so bad if for one night you weren’t so alone?” She whispers, arms wrapping around you. “If for one night you were loved again?”

You fold in on yourself and your jaw clenches. Her body is warm against your back, her heart loud in your ears. You wanted to. Oh how badly you wanted to. She wanted to, you could smell it as her hand pulled you into the other room, through the foyer and down onto the dusty old couch. Did you trust her? Not really.. but your sword was nearby should things so south. But to be honest... would it be so terrible if the night ended up like your last night with Emilia?

Her lips crash onto yours and your brain shorts out. Warm hands roam your body, pulling at your shirt and untucking it from your pants. It’s up and over your head, tossed carelessly across the room. You never wore any sort of binding undergarment so she’s got free access to your breasts and she’s taking advantage of it.

If your heart beat you were sure it’d be racing faster than hers. She wasted no time pinching and playing with you, only venturing down when she herself got bored. You were at her mercy. Off your pants went, and she was back on you. Her fingers teased your folds and you arched into her hand so hard it made her laugh. She toyed with you and made every lewd noise spill from your lips before finally slipping her fingers into you. It didn’t take her long to have you writing, nails tearing into the cushions as you whimpered and moaned.

“You don’t have to hold yourself back. Cum already we have all night.” Her breath is hot on your ear and it tickles your neck. Your mouth opened, a growling moan escaping into the air as you came right on her hand. She didn’t stop there, she kept going until you were jerking and wiggling away from her hand. “Oh no no. You don’t get to stop there. I scratch your back you scratch mine.”

You were to high off your own climax and the scent of her to care. Blood and desire was one hell of an aphrodisiac So when she pulled you on top of her there wasn’t any shyness as you pushed her skirt up, yanking her underthings off only to throw them to the floor. You dove in face first only when your tongue met her folds did you understand why the scent of blood was more prominent than before. You had forgotten humans did this. Still, you didn't find yourself complaining but when you looked up she just gave you a sly smile.

It had been years and your tongue wasn’t as agile as it used to be but her hand tangled in your hair all the same. Keeping you in place as she grinded helplessly against your face. You pulled moan after pleasured moan from her until she was gasping for breath, her grip painful as you sucked and licked her clit. She gasped, tensed and you kept working until she cursed and pulled your head up like a trophy. Cheeks and mouth covered in a lewd mix of cum, saliva, and blood.

She laughed and you smirked with her as she threw you backwards. Climbing over you she wiped your face roughly only to lick up your neck. She kissed her own way down your front, stopping when her lips hit the scar near your heart. Her eyes caught yours and she kept going. Leaving that for later.

And later it was. You kept going until she practically begged you to stop for the night. Now the two of you laid naked, sweaty, and tired on top of one another. Her check rested on your chest and she traced the raised scar as a shiver raced down your spine. “What happened?”

It wasn’t exactly a story for pillowtalk. Even you knew that much. “I got stabbed. Terrible aim though.”

She looked up you could feel her looking at you and refused to meet her gaze. “Your face isn’t scarred though... When the other vampire attacked you...your face was all bloody. “

You frowned. “It wasn’t a normal blade. Do you really care to know? It’s not exactly a happy story." Snorting you close your eyes.

She snorted. “I doubt you have many of them sad eyes.”

“Sad eyes? What happened to sugar?” You huff, stroking her hair. It was nice to have the warmth. Even if it wouldn’t be here come sundown tommorrow.

She hummed, eyes closing. “More fitting to call you sad eyes.”

You kept petting her until her heart slowed into a steady beat and your own senses faded

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When daylight began to fade you woke with a start. Still surprisingly warm. A blanket had been thrown over you. Groaning you shuffle towards the kitchen and pour water into the kettle for some morning tea. Your hair was a mess, no doubt her doing with all that pulling and tugging. Running your fingers through your hair you turn to sit at the table, A piece of paper catching your attention.

Picking it up you scanned over it. “Dear sad eyes, I’m sorry for prying last night but I had a lot of fun. I hope you did too. I'll see you next month? P.s. You sleep like the dead. ” Clicking your tongue you shook your head. It wasn’t love...but it had been fun. Looking out the kitchen window you grinned back at the crescent moon. "Next month? Pfft." You break out into laughter as there kettle starts to scream.

P.S yes I did write a story based on what the lesbian said to her vampire gf joke. Hope you liked it and as always if you know how to put a read more on mobile let me know.

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