#skz supernatural

[jilixthinker]

embryos

☆ MASTERLIST ☆

PART 1 PART 2

pairing: felix × jisung

genre: angst, supernatural, smut

summary: "purity. those who possess it can have the access. it's like a key. only the pure souls who die in your world can enter in mine. the only requirement is a body. flesh in exchange for the eternal sun".

word count: 5.5 K (in part 1)

content warning: depression, death, mentions of suicide, pain and sufference, parallel universes, smut, jisung and felix are so in love it hurts, eventual happy ending

a/c: i wrote this a few years ago and never finished it, but i cared so much about the idea itself that i forced myself back to finally put an end to it. i still don't know how many chapters i will divide this into, but i guess it will be 3/4 maximum. please, enjoy it at least half as much as i did ♡

I have never been a diamond. For as long as I can remember, I have always sided with the useless. Many have tried to make me face who I am, and still, the only thing I could see were black eyes and no intention to exist. Even after years, when I look in the mirror, my image continues to show me something I do not recognize as myself. I never wanted to shine, I was always at the bottom of a hole. Never a diamond, just a lightless opal. Strings pulling a puppet without someone to maneuver it. A reflection.

Jisung wakes up the way incongruents do. He opens his eyes, blinks twice, maybe three times. As the light overbearingly invades the room, he curses and swears at everything around him. If he knew more than one language he would probably curse in that one too. He throws his legs off the bed and slowly stretches them. He arches his back like a cat and feels his vertebrae snap as if they were moving away from each other.

The first foot on the icy floor is traumatic, as always, and the second is certainly no better. With shuffling steps he makes his way to the window, the cause and fault of all that light, and behind the wide-open sashes he finds a busy Seoul, more alive than ever. Jisung snorts contritely and pulls the small rope that holds the blinds up. Only when the room stagnates in a lazy half-light, he lets out a sigh of relief. He takes two steps toward the mattress and for a few seconds he thinks about throwing himself back on it, fuck all commitments, classes, university, and fuck his phone that just decided to ring.

Groping around, with his eyes still half-closed, he slips an arm under his pillow and looks for the cause of all that noise. He brushes against the cover of his cell phone, which slides a few inches forward, slipping from his fingers. Oh, that's perfect. Thank you. When he finally manages to grab it, he unlocks the call without even looking at the screen.

"No".

From the other line he ears a grunt and a cough, then an overly deep voice.

"No, what?"

Jisung rolls his eyes and sits on his bed, crossing his ankles and shaking his head.

"Minho?"

"No, your majesty the queen. I won't take a no as an answer from anyone, especially not from you".

More noises in the background. Jisung thinks he hears a slap, another grunt, and the squelching sound of a kiss.

"Jisung? Sorry, that animal took my phone from my hands while you were answering me".

Another voice, much more graceful and alert than the previous one, rings inside his ear. Jisung barely pulls the device away while looking up.

"Do we want to continue with all this whining or are you going to tell me why you called me? I'm quite busy".

"Busy? Are you jacking off? Anyway, I heard you answering no. And you know I don't accept a no as an answer from anyone, especially from..."

Jisung stands up from his bed and stumbles over a slipper. Not that balance has ever been his best quality.

"Did you and your boyfriend decided to talk the same way to irritate me endlessly? Because you always do it without even trying, just for you to know".

The voice squeaks in a distinctly offended tone, and Jisung can imagine his interlocutor's lips curving into a grimace.

"Han Jisung, if you don't get your ass out your house and get ready in twenty minutes, I swear to God I will set fire to your life and everything I can find in it. You cannot miss another class. That is mandatory".

The sound of the closed signal wakes Jisung up from the morning fog. He runs a hand over his sweaty face and, with the phone still wedged between his shoulder and head, he whispers.

"Good morning to you, Chan".

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After twenty minutes and many other curses, Jisung is standing outside of his elegant building. His lace-up shoes, combed hair, and an off-white shirt shine as if lit by stage spotlights. He glances at the expensive watch he wears on his wrist and he thinks that, if impressions were always right, then he would be a spoiled daddy's boy with a beautiful girlfriend and a perfect life. Instead, he reflects bitterly as Chan's car pulls up in front of him, he is a daddy's boy who hates his privileged status, with no one beside him and a nuclear explosion always about to burst his brain. But there is no need to worry. Impressions are everything.

"You have awful dark circles".

Jisung slips into the back seat of Chan's expensive car. He tosses his shoulder strap and smiles sarcastically at Minho.

"I wouldn't worry about other people's dark circles with an ugly face like yours".

Minho bursts out laughing, slowly driving back into the lane. Jisung leans toward the seat in front of his, hugging the backrest.

"Someday you will explain to me why you always let him drive your car".

Chan turns to look at him and pinches his nose. He does this on purpose to make him nervous because he knows how much Jisung despites physical contact.

"Because I can recognize my limits, unlike you. And don't try to deflect the topic. You missed a week of classes, the professors were starting to get impatient, and I couldn't take notes for the three of us. Can you explain what the fuck were you doing?"

Jisung shakes off his best friend with a vacant stare.

"The three of us?" He asks, sidestepping the question.

"You know that this animal", Chan reaches out to point at Minho "does everything but paying attention. However, an answer would be more than welcome".

Jisung huffs and crosses his legs against the seat in front of him. He does not want to answer. He has no reason to justify his absence from classes. He did absolutely nothing during that week. He procrastinated everything that could be done, ate very little and showered even less. He spent all his time lying on his huge bed in his huge house, alone, looking at the ceiling and thinking about how his life was going in a completely unfamiliar and negative direction. Starting with the university that had been chosen by someone else, his house that had been delivered to him already furnished, and all the relationships that he had that now seemed false, distant, and unattainable. Jisung felt like his essence was been split against his will and another person was living his life. His real self was behind a mirror, imprisoned and motionless, watching him silently, without uttering a word.

He closes his eyes and presses his fingers to the junction of his nose.

"I had a fever, I couldn't get up".

Chan sighs. He doesn't believe him for a moment, but insisting with Jisung is like yelling to a mountain to get up and walk.

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Minho pulls over near the curb to let Jisung and Chan off. He said that he will not join them. He has an interview with a colleague of his parents who may decide to take him as an intern. Chan places a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. A kiss that, according to Jisung, lasts a little too long considering they are not alone, and then he runs into the cafeteria next to the university to get them two iced americanos. Jisung picks up his briefcase and smooths out the creases on his blue cigarette pants.

"You are not well".

Minho is looking at him as people may look at an underfed dog on the side of the road.

"Why do I feel like this is not a question?"

Jisung gets out of the car and closes the door, then walks over to stand next by the other boy and he scrutinizes him for a few seconds. Minho works as a model, it's inevitable for him to be attractive. He has muscular legs, fair skin, and big eyes. But Jisung knows that's not the reason he was hired. The truth is that Minho knows exactly what he wants, from everything. From his job, from his relationship, from life. He has a very strong determination that is impossible not to notice in his gaze.

Jisung instead, and he turns around to look at his image in the rearview mirror, has the gaze of someone who does not even want to be noticed.

"It wasn't. It was an observation".

"I don't need any help".

"I know. You and I are the same".

Jisung bursts out laughing, his laugh drained of any sort of amusement.

"You and I have nothing in common, for your luck".

Minho smiles at him accommodatingly as he places one hand on the steering wheel and one on the gear. Jisung steps out of the car and onto the sidewalk.

He looks at his reflection on Chan’s shiny red car. He can barely recognize the lips he was so proud of, even if it’s ridiculous to think about it now that it seems like centuries have passed. They are a lurid, wispy copy of what they used to be. He has absolutely no recollection of how long it has been since he last kissed someone with that mouth. There is not a single time he can look at himself without a sense of nausea pervading him from head to toe and forcing him to look away immediately. Despite his best efforts, however, his image haunts him wherever he goes and whatever he does.

A rather violent push wakes him up from his thoughts. Minho is still in front of him, huffing because the light is still red and preventing him from moving forward. Jisung turns his head to see where the push came from. He catches a glimpse of the back of a boy who is quickly walking away.

"Hey!"

He yells at him loudly enough so that the latter can hear him above the infernal noise of the traffic, but the boy keeps walking fast, almost quickening his pace.

Jisung moves forward and decides that no, he absolutely does not want to be ignored like that by someone who has just run into him.

"Hey!", he repeats, and starts running until he finds himself behind him. A few meters behind, the green light finally lets Minho turn on the engine.

"I'm not saying you have apologize, but at least you could turn around".

Jisung grabs the arm of the rude stranger who quickly walks into the crosswalk, dragging Jisung with him. He doesn’t even give him a glance and doesn’t turn around.

Jisung opens his mouth and now he is sure that he will not continue to be so kind if this guy is going to avoid him. He absentmindedly hears Chan's footsteps coming out of the cafeteria and he's about to tell him to wait for him just a moment, just long enough for him to clear a few things up with the stranger who has, he's pretty sure, hit him on purpose.

Instead, his ears catch only the sound of the two coffee cups slipping down from his friend's hands and a shrill quiver. He just has the time to turn his head and see Chan with his mouth wide open and his eyes terrified, standing motionless on the sidewalk, with one hand extended in his direction.

"What..."

But he does not have the time to finish the sentence because he feels a tug from the stranger he is still grabbing by the elbow, and then a dull pain.

The last thing he senses is an immense red stain in front of him, smell of burning tires irritating his nostrils and a loud ringing noise in his ears. Then nothing.

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beep beep beep

-Jisung-.

Jisung hears a familiar voice calling him. Jisung? Was that the right name? His ears do not react. Another low sounding voice echoes around him.

"Jisung. Come back. We won't let you go".

Something touches his face, very lightly. A deep breath. Jisung tries to figure out in what position his body is placed. He feels forced into something even though he is almost certain he is lying down. He seems to be missing a piece, a part of himself. There is a strong foreign smell of disinfectant alcohol. He tries to open his eyes but cannot find the right muscles to do so.

"Please".

The first voice, the softer, more familiar one, continues to speak to him. He feels a hand caressing his face and eyelids. Once he feels that pressure, he finally identifies where his eyes are and manages to blink once.

"He is waking up".

It takes him a few moments to bring the scene into focus. There is too much white and the light is glaring. He sees, first blurred and then increasingly sharp, three faces leaning over him. Two of them he recognizes, one of them he does not know to whom he belongs. He closes and reopens his eyelids several times until he completely focuses on his surroundings.

"Where..."

He tries to speak but his voice is unfamiliar, as if he had just finished working in the mine. He coughs and regrets it bitterly a second later. Every breath causes him a painful twinge in his chest.

"You are at the hospital".

Chan speaks to him with shining eyes. Jisung turns his head and sees several tubes attached to his arm.

"What?"

Minho curls an arm around Chan's waist and pulls him close. The doctor, the man whose face he did not recognize, checks the IVs and the monitor beside his bed.

"Talk and move as little as possible. The more you try to rest the faster we can discharge you".

He gives him a smile, then looks apprehensively at the two boys next to him and leaves the room.

"What", repeats Jisung panting. His breathing quickens as he realizes where he is.

"You had an accident". Minho squeezes Chan tightly as he speaks. "You crossed the street all of a sudden, I was too close. I tried to hit the brakes but you were..."

He pauses for a moment, closing his eyes. He tightens his lips as he tries not to fidget like his boyfriend.

"Jisung", continues Chan. "I came out of the cafeteria and I saw you crossing the street with someone. The light was green, Minho was a meter away from you, he couldn't stop on time. He literally drove all over you. You were in a coma for a week. I, we thought ..."

His words are interrupted as he begins to cry his body shaking violently.

One week. One week of coma. Jisung's eyes are wide open and he feels his heart stop.

"We thought you wouldn't make it".

Minho's voice is terribly serious. It is obvious that he feels responsible for what has happened.

"What do I have now?".

The voice seems not to belong to him, as if it came from miles away and he heard only its distant echo.

"You have nothing, that's what no one can understand. You should have your pelvis broken, together with all your ribs, arms and legs. You should have a head injury. You should be dead, really. They did all the checks on you as soon as you got here. Nothing came up. In fact, you weren't even really in a coma. It was like you were asleep. No one has given a plausible explanation, Jisung. It seems like a miracle".

At those words, Chan detangles himself from his boyfriend's protective embrace and collapses on Jisung, crying on his neck and caressing his shoulders and all the parts he can reach.

"I will never be able to forget the noise the car made when it crashed into you. Never".

Minho lowers his head and begins to tremble as well before slumping down in the chair beside the bed. Jisung just lifts his arm to let it rest on Chan's head and stroke his hair. The movement costs him immense effort.

"It's not your fault, Minho".

Minho sinks his hands into his hair and a few tears line his cheeks.

"Yes it is. I should have gone slower, I should have tried to stop earlier, I should have..."

Jisung raises a finger to silence him and shakes his head very slowly. No, he mimes with his lips, it's not your fault. Chan seems to recover and looks up at him.

"I don't think I've ever been so afraid in my life". he whispers and caresses Jisung’s sweat-soaked forehead.

Jisung closes his eyes. He feels his head bursting as if he had a crowd of people inside of it, jumping and banging their feet on his brain.

A week asleep in something which is not even a coma. Nothing broken, no repercussions. Like it never happened. It seems so unreal to him that he thinks he's going to wake up in his room, with the alarm beeping annoyingly and no will to go to class.

Then, in a second, a thought hits him on the spot and he stiffens.

"There was another person. There was another person with me".

It’s little more than a hiss, but Chan and Minho hear him. The two boys look at each other, and Jisung clearly sees something snap. He can almost hear the sound of it when Chan takes his right wrist in his hands, gently.

"The other person died".

Jisung does not sleep that night and neither does the following.

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Jisung is discharged three days later.

His parents called him from the US. The line was bad and he couldn't say much. Not that he had much to tell, he couldn't remember anything, and he wouldn't have wanted to hear their voices anyway. Their son could have died in a car accident, and they didn't even care enough to take a plane to visit him. But he expected it after all. In fact, he is not even that disappointed when he finds out that Chan and Minho were the only ones staying with him during the days he was unconscious.

Jisung decides not to ask the other boy's name. He simply cannot. And even though he does not believe in the existence of God, he thanks him. He thanks him all the way home, with Chan and Minho attached to him, afraid to let him move. He thanks him for seconds, minutes, hours. He thanks him, but not for being alive. He thanks him because he didn’t see his face. If he had, if the boy had turned around when he grabbed his arm, his face would have been sculpted in his mind like a firebrand.

But he didn’t see it, and that allows him a sort of detachment, some dignity. It spares him some pain. That’s why he is grateful to a God in whom he doesn’t even believe. Maybe Jisung will be able to move on without the remorse hunting him, reminding him that if he hadn’t chased him, if he hadn’t screamed and touched him, the boy could still be alive. alive. alive. alive.

"Jisung".

Jisung looks away from the buildings flowing behind the cab window. Chan smiles at him. Minho, two days earlier, confessed that he destroyed the car. He would never be able to get into it again after the accident.

"I'm fine". he answers to the unspoken question.

In fact, it's not even a lie. He is fine, he feels no pain whatsoever and he is able to move perfectly as nothing ever happened. But then he remembers the nape of that neck, the slim waist, the thin arm he grabbed, and he realizes that no, he is not fine at all.

They get outside of his building a few minutes later. Jisung stares at it, standing imposingly in one of the most luxurious parts of the city, and inside he knows he doesn't deserve any of that.

"I'll walk you upstairs".

Chan takes his hand and tries to open the door, but Jisung pulls him back and forces him to sit back in his seat.

"No need. I can go. You guys go and rest".

"Jisung, I will not leave you".

Chan crosses his arms over his chest and looks at him seriously, with a worried frown in his voice.

Jisung knows he just wants to protect him, but Chan doesn't understand how much he needs to stay alone with himself and his thoughts.

"But I need to be alone".

Minho nods understandingly and holds his boyfriend against his chest.

"Call us if you need anything. You know we are here".

Jisung forces a smile. Minho looks at him and he knows it's not spontaneous, but he appreciates that he tried despite everything.

"I know. Thank you".

He gets out of the cab with his small bag containing his clothing, medications and tranquilizers, plus a prescription for a psychologist session that he is certain he will not use. The vehicle behind him disappears into the traffic.

Jisung looks around and everything seems so strange, unnatural, and different, almost frightening to him. With a sigh he crosses the threshold of the building and walks down the hall feeling everyone's gaze on him.

Before anyone can speak to him, however, he steps into the elevator and leans his back against the polished wall. He looks up and tries hard not to think about when, an instant before the crash, he pulled the boy against his chest.

When he enters in his apartment, it almost seems that time did not pass. Everything is still as it was the day of the accident. When Minho came to get his clothes he evidently did not touch anything else, and Jisung mentally thanks him for that. Jisung faces the bed, which is still unmade, and throws himself on it carelessly. The mattress bounces under his weight.

The window is closed, but Seoul's afternoon light filters inside from the large living room balcony. Jisung curls up and closes his eyes trying to silence the voices in his head, and he thinks that somewhere in the universe someone must really hate him.

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He wakes up that it is barely dawn. A dim ray, too weak to really disturb him, hits his sleep-wrinkled face and softens his forehead. He has been tossing and turning in bed all night. Not that he thought he was going to sleep, but he hoped that his head would give him at least a few hours of rest before starting to replay in slow motion the full dynamics of the crash. He listlessly gets up and shuffles into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator in search of something to eat.

He picks up a jar of yogurt, but when he looks at the expiration date he tosses it into the dumpster. A black banana falls into his hand. Jisung shudders because he only eats unripe fruit, and he throws that too. Eventually he finds a box of rice cereals buried on the top floor of the pantry. He begins to eat it leaning against the peninsula of the table while chewing slowly and looking out from the balcony. The city has woken up before him, as far as he can hear from the sound of the engines and horns coming from outside. Living on the top floor of a building in Gangnam is irrelevant if you can't have some peace, he thinks.

When his stomach seems to have calmed down, he decides to take a shower. Maybe that will wash away the horrible feeling of heaviness, together with the hospital smell he has been carrying around for days.

He is about to take off his shirt and pants when he hears his phone ringing insistently.

"How are you?"

Jisung lowers his pants and boxers in one swoop while he puts his phone in an impossible position on the crook of his neck.

"As I should".

"And that is?".

"Like shit, Chan".

He hears a soft snort from the other line. He can imagine his friend pacing up and down in his apartment, trying not to wake up Minho.

"Do you want me to come over? You won’t have anything to eat. I'll bring you lunch later".

Jisung takes off his shirt too and stands naked in the half-light, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

"Thanks but it's not..."

Chan interrupts him, the angry tone clashing with his pain.

"Han Jisung, don't tell me it's not necessary or I swear I'll kick your ass. I'll just bring you lunch. And don't you dare not to open the door. I spent the night thinking about you, all alone in that huge thing you call home, so I expect you to eat whatever I’ll get you. Did I make myself clear?"

Jisung remains silent a few seconds, waiting for his friend to finish his rant.

"You have made yourself clear. But now get a couple of hours of sleep. When I said I feel like crap I didn't mean I'm going to jump out of a window. Okay?"

"Not at all. See you later".

As usual, the sound of the line makes Jisung wake up completely.

"See you later". he murmurs to himself.

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The water is warm and reddens his skin. Jisung stands still and looks at the ceiling. For a moment he forgets what did happen up to that moment. For a second he is just Han Jisung, he is twenty-three years old, a law student who has two very good friends, a beautiful house and no problems. A normal guy. Everything looks so right inside that steamy cabin where everything exists in its proper place, perfectly set in every corner of his head.

However, when he slides the transparent door open, everything reverts to its disordered state and evaporates along with the drops of boiling water. Jisung absentmindedly observes the skin of his stomach. There are no marks left to testify the accident, and the IV holes are disappearing from his arms. Perhaps time will heal his thoughts as well.

He takes a towel from the closet next to the shower and he vigorously rubs his hair and face. He has no idea about the conditions of his face, to tell the truth. He has not looked at himself for more than a week.

He places the spongy fabric on a shelf and he approaches the mirror. He crinkles his eyes and thousands of black dots appear in front of him, blurring his vision. He staggeringly leans against the sink and waits until he can see everything clearly again. The lights above the mirror are too bright, and Jisung quickly thinks he needs to replace them.

"I must look terrible". he murmurs to himself, laughing dryly.

"You do not".

A voice clearly resonates inside the room.

Jisung turns icy, motionless. A meaningless echo rumbles with the quick realization that someone is there.

Someone broke into.

Into his house. Into his bathroom.

Jisung breath quickens. He keeps his gaze on the sink, trying to figure out where that voice might be coming from.

No one has the keys to his apartment, he thinks disconnectedly. Only Chan knows where he hides them. But a break-in seems unreasonable to him. His apartment is on the 25th floor of a building which is under constant surveillance.

Then who, how, why

"Who are you?"

His voice gushes out rather controlled compared to the nuclear bomb that has just exploded inside his chest. Jisung barely straightens his back and, from the corner of his eyes, he looks behind him, searching for a shadow that would give him a hint of where the stranger is hiding.

"Look up".

The stranger's voice is calm, gentle. A simple observation.

Jisung straightens up a bit. The voice is not coming from behind, he is sure.

"Who are you?" he repeats.

This time his mask of fake strength cracks blatantly. He takes a fleeting glance at his hands and he is not surprised to find them shaking.

"Why don't you see it by yourself?"

Jisung's brain makes a space-time jump. He is no longer inside his bathroom, but in his parents' house. In the living room, to be exact. He is sixteen years old, with fairly long and neglected hair, and an uncertain smile on his face. His brother is sitting in front of him. He is talking to him.

"When you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation", he tells him, "and you can't make the right decision, you have to consider everything you see as a dream inside your imagination. A dream you are living as the protagonist. You think you don't know what is going to happen, but the only one who decides the fate of the ending is you. Even if you don't know it. Even if the events make no sense. You are the only master of your dream and the only director of your life. So, take a breath, open your eyes and observe. Don't get carried away by your emotions. Watch everything as if it doesn’t affect you personally. Because, at the end, it’s just a scene in the movie you are filming. Twists and turns are inevitable, but if you pay attention you will see that there are small discrepancies between the reels that you change. You just have to watch and breathe. Just that, Jisung. Watch and breathe".

Watch and breathe.

Jisung hears those words blowing in his ears. He lifts his head and, somewhere far away, he hears the ticking of water drops falling on the floor.

In front of him there is still the same mirror framing in perspective the bathroom where he is standing. Watching and breathing.

Jisung watches and breathes.

He watches the reflection of a fair body in front of him, a body with a small chest and narrow shoulders, eyes large and expressive, hair blonde, long and neat.

He breathes what must be liquid oxygen, because he feels it flowing differently inside his lungs, it cannot be just air.

He watches a pair of red lips, a small nose, and milky skin adorned with freckles. A face that almost seems to glow under the light of the bulb. He breathes sweat, and he feels as if it rests on his body in a veil, enveloping him completely.

He watches a shy smile, not bold or opinionated. A smile which is just overwhelmingly sweet.

He watches a face of a stranger he has never seen. And he breathes, breathes blood bubbling unsteadily under his enlarged veins.

The reflection in the mirror is not Jisung. The reflection in the mirror is everything Jisung is not. Because Jisung has a tan body, a broad chest and broad shoulders. Jisung has sharp, dull eyes, wet hair, and pale, wispy lips. His nose is bigger and his skin is dull despite of being damp from the shower. Jisung does not smile under the light bulb. Jisung has something that prevents him from pulling his facial muscles and curling his mouth. Jisung is naked in front of the mirror, yet he is wearing a mask. Jisung doesn’t shine, above all. He doesn’t shine.

The boy behind the mirror watches him and breathes. He watches him and breathes in a way that is the same of Jisung, but so much different that it almost hurts. So he reaches out his hand and rests it on the surface of the glass, as to reassure him.

And that’s when he speaks again, when his voice echoes inside that room, that Jisung knows that he is really what he will never be.

"I have always been here". he says.

Then all the lights turn off, or perhaps it’s Jisung himself that is turning off. He closes his eyes and it almost feels like an abomination because he was finally seeing a light.

The last image he sees it’s a hand on a glass in a bathroom, in a building, in a city whose name he cannot remember.

But that's okay.

Because Jisung believes him.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

It’s Cold Out (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Roomies to Lovers Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · swearing · pet names · possessiveness · possibly inaccurate descriptions of birth control (this is a work of fiction, after all) · good ol’ rut driven intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Summary: Your roommate had been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. It was because of his condition, you thought, and in a way, you had been right, just not in the way you had expected. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s note: Happy Halloween month to all of us! If there’s a God up there, only she can judge me for this. [31/03/23: this story has been re-edited as of this date. special thanks to @straylightdream​​ for reading this new edition before anyone else and sharing her thoughts with me].

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments:  It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

Smut Warnings: intercrural sex · unprotected penetration [piv] · oral [F.Rec] · lots of praising (LOTS) · breeding kink (kind of) · copious amount of fluids · knotting

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

To say Chris had been acting weird this week would be an understatement.

You were sure it all started over the weekend, since you noticed his odd behaviour that Friday night when you were about to leave your shared flat to go hang out with one of your friends. Chris had come out of his room to get something from the kitchen, and he had stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you there applying your makeup by the bureau in the entrance.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t caught him looking at you before, you were pretty confident that he’d often look at you–whether it was for instinctual reasons or what you weren’t really sure–but he genuinely looked like a deer in the headlights while he stood there completely paralysed. The worst part was that you weren’t wearing anything particularly revealing, just a crop top–that wasn’t even that short, it barely even exposed your belly–and some leggings.

“You okay there?” You asked Chris as you returned your eyes to the mirror, adding the finishing touches to your makeup.

“Uhh… Are you… Are you going out?” You didn’t look back at him while he talked to you, deciding that, since he was being awkward, it would be easier for him to speak without you looking at him.

“Yeah, babes. I’ve been talking about it all week, remember?” Dropping the eyeliner pen back on your makeup bag you looked at yourself one last time. ‘This will do’ was all you could think, satisfied with your face as you turned to look at your roommate. 

Chris wasn’t there anymore, but he emerged from his room seconds after with one of his black hoodies in hand. “Take this, pretty. It’s cold out”, pet names were a constant in the household, even among Chris’ friends, so you never thought much of it whenever he said them to you, or whenever you said them to him.

You chuckled, oddly amused by the sudden request. “I already have a jacket, Chris. But thank you”.

“No, no. You need to take it. Seriously”, Chris moved, getting into your space, going as far as to try to put the garment over your head.

“Woa, Chris–” You tried to push him away, but he ignored your protests.

“It won’t be any good if you catch a cold!”

“Chris!” You took a hold of the garment and jumped back away from him, keeping the hoodie in your hands.

Chris whined your name, he really whined. “Please, just… Take it. And wear it…”

He looked genuinely concerned, and it made you sigh immediately. You examined the item in your hands for a second, it was one of his oversized hoodies–oversized even on him. As you looked between the garment in your hands and Chris’ worried face, you couldn’t help but sigh. It was always hard for you to not give in to your roommate’s requests. “Fine, fine. I’ll take it, jeez”.

A bright smile settled on his lips as he watched you put on the hoodie, his eyes disappeared into crescents and his dimples were now on full display. The sight almost made you scream, he was just too damn cute and you felt your heart thump a bit faster against your ribcage as soon as your eyes landed on his form. 

“Happy now?” You huffed out, dragging your hands down your front, trying to help the fabric settle over your body. The thing was huge, the hem reached the middle of your thighs, and the sleeves pooled around your limbs, effectively engulfing your frame.

“Very”, Chris moved back into your space, bringing his hands up to fiddle with the hood of the hoodie, almost like he was trying to put it around your neck as a makeshift scarf. “Need a lift?” Satisfied with the position of the hood, his hands moved to your shoulders, dragging them over the fabric like he was trying to iron creases out.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, it’s fine”.

Chris’ gaze moved to look you in the eyes. The movement of his hands on your shoulders stopped, but he didn’t remove them.

Ever since you met him around a year ago, there had always been something about Chris’ eyes that made you feel oddly giddy. It was almost as if his gaze was trying to intimidate you. Your brain always urged you to look away whenever you looked him in the eyes for too long–which was silly, considering Chris was one of the most welcoming, caring people you’d ever met.

You never gave into that fight or flight instinct. On the contrary, subconsciously–and sometimes, even consciously, you’d admit–you made it a point to keep staring right back at him, almost like you were challenging him. Which was probably very stupid on your part, since you knew really well who he was–what he was.

Clearing your throat, you mustered the most confident tone you could to speak. “I have to… Have to go now”.

Chris blinked slightly, as if your voice had brought him back from a place deep within his thoughts. “Right…” 

His hands moved from your shoulders to cradle your face, and he took one step closer to press a kiss on your forehead. Chris did this often, especially before you left the house, you had seen him do it to his younger friends, too. The gesture always brought heat to your face, and you honestly didn’t think you’d ever get used to it.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Have fun, love!” was the last thing he told you before he turned around and returned to his room.

You left shortly after that, feeling actually thankful for the hoodie once you stepped out of the building, since it truly was cold out, and the garment surely helped you retain heat much better than the jacket you were planning on wearing.

That day, you had decided to stay at your friend’s place for an impromptu sleepover, and the entire thing triggered the second weird interaction with Chris that weekend, just that this time it was over text.

< You: heyyyyy darrliinnng,,,,  < just so you know i’m staying here today < dont forget to lock the door tonight < AGAIN

> Xtopher 🐺: i never forget to lock the door pretty girl > lier > liiiieeeerrr

You scoffed at the message, but you also couldn’t help but chuckle after. The nerve of this man, as if you hadn’t arrived home late at night or even the next day after going out to find that he didn’t lock the door. After a couple of minutes, Chris texted again.

> Xtopher 🐺: u guys on ur own?

< You: no < my friend’s older brothers are here < we’re playing mario kart

Chris had read your message. You could see he was online, and you saw the ‘typing…’ message appear and disappear for five whole minutes before he finally replied.

> Xtopher 🐺: u wearing the hoodie > ?

< You: yes?

> Xtopher 🐺: show me

You rolled your eyes, just slightly annoyed–or you tried to tell yourself you were annoyed, in reality you had a smile on your face, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit amused by Chris’ antics. You decided to humour him. After all, you hadn’t taken the hoodie off since you left your flat. If anyone asked, you’d just tell them the thing was comfortable–which wasn’t entirely a lie–but the truth was you continued wearing it just because you enjoyed the way you could smell him on it. It was almost like he was there, hugging you.

< You: [sent a photo]

> Xtopher 🐺: good > u should sleep in it cutie > its cold today

He’d mentioned this ‘it’s cold, you’ll catch a cold’ thing twice already. Chris could be overly protective of his friends, you’d seen it time and time again with your neighbours–his friends–and you’d even been on the receiving end of his worries many times in the past, so you decided not to think too much of it.

The moment you opened your flat’s door the next day, Chris was already pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let him hug you, because of course you did. It wasn’t like you never hugged, but it was honestly never like this–never had he held you this close, this tightly. Even if his behaviour had been slightly out of the ordinary you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him hug you, selfishly deciding that you would let yourself indulge.

What you had not been prepared for that day, though, was feeling Chris press his face to your neck, nor feeling his nose lightly brush the area right under your jaw. You tensed at the foreign feeling, and Chris tensed immediately after. He scrambled to pull himself away from you, mumbling a ‘sorry, welcome back. There’s food on the stove’ before he promptly disappeared into his room.

Things got weirder as days went by, Chris would simultaneously get close to you and try to keep himself as far away as possible. It got especially weird one night when his friend Seungmin came by. You’d hugged Seungmin to greet him–just like you always did–and you were both suddenly startled by a low growl. Seungmin’s eyes snapped in Chris’ direction, looking at him sitting on the sofa, glaring at you two. Seungmin had moved faster than you could even register the movement, walking as far away from you as possible and rambling on to his friend about something you honestly couldn’t even remember now.

You knew what Chris and his friends were. You knew what this entire building was–although you didn’t know it when you first moved here.

Your mother and Chris’ worked at the same company, so when he started to look for a roommate because ‘godforsaken bills are expensive as shit’, his mother had asked around the office for any possible candidate, and your mother had given her your contact details since you had been looking to move out for a few months by that point.

The building wasn’t particularly big, only four floors without counting the ground floor. You learnt after moving in that the building belonged to Changbin’s parents. Changbin was one of Chris’ closest friends, and that arrangement with his parents made it so the both of them and six other friends of theirs could move into this building.

At first, you had been hesitant to move in with a man, but on your first visit Chris had made you feel so comfortable and welcomed there was no doubt in your mind when you finally decided to move in.

You learnt of their… Condition four months after moving in. You had a date and the guys thought you wouldn’t be coming back that day. Chris was clearly not counting on your date being an absolute asshole and you running back to your flat that same night, because as soon as you stepped through the door you found three large ‘dogs’ in the middle of your living room with Chris and a handful of his friends surrounding them. They all gave you panicked looks, and after a lot of screaming and prying and questioning, Chris confessed to you that they were werewolves.

It had taken you a full week to accept the truth, but once you did every single odd behaviour you had noticed in Chris and his friends made a lot of sense. Their monthly ‘camping trip’ that would always conveniently happen when there was a full moon, how touchy and affectionate he and his friends were, ‘cuddles are a must!’ he would say often when holding onto someone, or how hot their skin was… The list could go on and on. Interestingly enough, they never made you feel threatened or in danger, on the contrary, they had welcomed you into their lives–into their den–and they even became your friends, too.

You had done a lot of reading on werewolves since then. Sometimes you asked Chris for details when you felt specially curious, other times you just went on the internet and dug out whatever you could find, but this odd behaviour of Chris’ lately was something you hadn’t inquired further into yet. You’d been too busy trying to study for your upcoming exams while balancing work, and that left no room for your mind to wander. Hell, you hadn’t even had time to fold your laundry, the pile of clothes being moved back and forth from the chair to your bed every morning and every night.

You were sitting on your chair, leaning over the desk in your room to scribble on the countless sheets of papers scattered around, trying to cram even more information into your brain. You certainly needed to take a break, but it was hard to bring yourself to. The universe, however, clearly had other plans for you.

The sudden knock on your door startled you, but you still turned around and mustered a soft ‘come in’, only to see Chris open your door shortly after, making his way into your room.

“Hey, you wanna eat–” His movements stopped and his eyes opened wide as his gaze moved from the pile of clothes on your bed, to you, back to the clothes, and back to you.

“Ah, sorry for the mess. I haven’t had time to fold my clothes”, you shrugged, pulling the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing–his hoodie–down your arm again, since you usually had to roll it up to your elbow when you wanted to write to avoid shuffling the papers around.

Chris’ eyes followed your movement, and the doorknob he still held in his hand rattled slightly as his grip around it tightened–tight enough to make his fist tremble.

“Shit…” He mumbled, only to turn around and bolt out of your room. “Shit, shit, shit…” You could hear him swearing even as he walked away, and alarm bells started to ring in your head instantly.

Your body moved almost on its own, following him down the hall. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” He fumbled with his bag that had been discarded this morning by the sofa, pushing his laptop inside. “Gotta go…” You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or not, but you pressed him further.

“Christopher, what’s wrong?”

“You… Shit… Go, go, go…” Chris made a beeline towards the front door, picking up his keys from their designated bowl on the bureau as soon as he made it to the entryway.

You couldn’t let him leave, not when he looked this… Well, you weren’t sure what he was feeling, but he was certainly frantic, and that couldn’t be a good sign. So you moved quickly, getting close to him so you could pull on his arm. “Chris–”

At that moment you were reminded that Chris and his friends were, in fact, otherworldly. You couldn’t even register the movement, one instant you were standing in the middle of the hall and the next you had your back against the wall, with Chris’ hands at either side of you and his body pressing you to it as his nose brushed against your neck, inhaling deeply.

“So fucking good…” His voice was barely a whisper, but there was absolutely no space between you, so you heard him. You heard him loud and clear. You should’ve felt intimidated, scared even. But right then, as you felt his warmth seep into you, and hearing the low tone of his voice, you couldn’t help but come to the realisation that you liked it.

“C–Chris”, your hands came up, your fingers barely brushed his sides, but then he moved away, rather abruptly.

“Fuck, I’m… I’m so sorry”, he brought his hands to his head, burying his fingers in his hair, and pulling the strands as he started to pace around the hall. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry”.

“Are you… Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask, he was clearly extremely worried, and now that you got to look at him better, he almost looked in pain. It was starting to worry you.

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, and an incredulous look settled on his face. “Am I okay? I just pushed you against the wall and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You simply held his gaze, just like you always did. You didn’t know how long the stare-off lasted, probably a few seconds, but it felt eternal. You would’ve continued staring back at him had a growl not resonated from deep within his chest, making the fine hairs at your nape stand on end and your eyes go wide in surprise, while his shut tightly. “Stop looking me in the eyes, God. Do you have any idea what that does to my head?”

“What does it do?” You could guess what it did. You could guess because you had thought about it before. 

Chris was an alpha werewolf, he was the leader of his pack, and you knew that eye contact could potentially mean you were challenging his role in the group. And maybe you were. Maybe you were just trying to get him to react.

“Makes me want to–” Chris cut himself short, gritting his teeth and grimacing slightly. When he opened his eyes again, they were almost pleading. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ve been… Been trying really hard to not make you uncomfortable, but here I am being a total creep”.

You finally detached yourself from the wall, walking a few steps closer to him, and his body tensed at the proximity. “I don’t think you’re a creep, I’m actually really worried about you. You’ve been acting weird all week, what’s going on?”

“Shit, you… You really have no idea, do you?” Chris’ entire body was taut as he stared you up and down, and the motion made you gulp, almost audibly.

“About what?” You took another tentative step closer. Your brain did register the danger, it urged you to run away, but there was something in you that wouldn’t let you, that wanted you to move as close to him as you could.

Chris’ gaze moved back up to look at your face briefly, only to dip lower slightly, looking at your neck. His tongue peeked from within his mouth, licking his lips almost absentmindedly as he looked at you. “How fucking good you smell”, he inhaled sharply. The action somehow brought heat to your face, it made you blush. “Fuck, it’s been driving me nuts all week. It’s been driving me nuts for months, but especially this week…”

He took a step closer, only to stop his movements as soon as they started, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. You stayed silent, rooted on the spot right where you were, which he clearly noticed. “You need to get away from me. I’m… Dangerous, fuck. The things roaming in my head right now… Shit…”

You knew he was right. You needed to leave. But you really couldn’t bring yourself to. “What are you thinking about? Tell me”.

Shaking his head, Chris shut his eyes tightly, and a faint blush settled on his cheeks. Against your better judgement, you walked another step closer, just as your eyes roamed his form. You had failed to notice before, but now it was very obvious to you what was going on. Your eyes went wide in surprise, and you just couldn’t stop your tongue from leaving your mouth to lick your lips as you noticed the tent in his joggers. He was… He was huge, and you would lie if you said you were not affected by the sight.

Chris’ eyes snapped open, and yours snapped back up to look him in the eyes again. Shit, he’d caught looking, and something was starting to change in his eyes as he looked back at you. Gulping the saliva that had collected in your mouth, you found the courage to ask. “Are you… Are you going through your rut already?”

“So it seems”, he took a step closer towards you.

“Is this why you’ve been lending me one of your hoodies every day? To leave your scent on me?” 

His ears grew red, but he kept his mouth tightly shut. His eyes scanned your face for a bit only to finally settle on your neck once again, giving you a minute nod of his head.

“Be honest with me, Christopher. Why are you doing it? Is this something you do with our friends, too, to keep them safe or something?” You needed to know. You needed to know what he thought of you. Did he think of you in the same ways that you had thought of him all these months?

Chris inhaled deeply once again, and he took another step closer. “No, this is not something I do to my friends. I just can’t bear thinking there might be anyone out there that could smell you and get any ideas, especially not when you’re fucking ovulating”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, just as you felt wetness pool in your core, and Chris growled. He literally growled, like an animal, and the sound made you a bit lightheaded, but probably not for the reasons it should have. “Fuck, why are you… Why are you getting turned on by this? You know full well what I am. Go lock yourself in your fucking room while I can still think and hold back”.

“What if… What if I don’t want to lock myself in my room?” You licked your lips, and Chris’ eyes followed the movement, just as another low growl resonated from deep within him. “What if I don’t want you to hold back?”

You felt your back hit the wall again, but it was hard to register it when you could also feel Chris’ lips on yours, when you could feel him kissing you so eagerly. A small whimper escaped your mouth as soon as he kissed you, and you immediately kissed him back, grabbing his shirt tightly in your fists to pull him as close to you as you could while his hands found their way to your lower back. 

You could feel his hardened length press against your belly, and it made you whine. One of his hands dipped lower from your back to grope one of your buttocks while the other dragged up your front, finding one of your breasts and squeezing it. His grip was strong, firm and you couldn’t help but moan against his mouth, eliciting a grunt from his lips.

When Chris separated his mouth from yours, he diverted his attention to your neck, pressing his nose under your jaw and inhaling deeply once again. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good. So sweet and fertile”, the hand on your breast shuffled, and his fingers found your nipple, pinching it over the fabric of your hoodie–his hoodie. “I want you to be mine, fuck. Mine and only mine. I’ve wanted it for so long”.

Your inner walls clenched around nothing, and you felt more wetness pool at your core as soon as his words registered in your brain. Chris noticed, because of course he did, how could he not when his enhanced senses seemed to be able to pick up even the smallest changes in your body. He rolled his hips to grind his cock against you, grunting, letting you feel him. “You want that, too, yeah? Wanna be mine? Just say it, love, and I’ll make you mine. All mine”, he emphasised his words with another squeeze to your breast, making you whine.

“Wanna–Wanna be yours… Wanted to for so long, too”.

“Fuck…” He moved his hand from your breast, dragging all the way up for him to take a hold of the back of your neck while his lips returned to yours.

He kissed you with force, with need, his tongue made its way into your mouth to find yours eagerly waiting for him, ready to dance against his. You felt dizzy, completely overcome by his presence around you–his hands, his tongue, his mouth, the sounds he made, how warm he felt under your hands… All combined was steadily clouding your reason–not like you had much of it left since you had moved into this place.

Chris scooped you into his arms, the action was so sudden it made you yelp as your legs wrapped around his middle on instinct and your arms looped around his neck for stability. No one had ever been able to pick you up like this, this… Easily. 

You weren’t exactly light, you’d always been on the curvier, chubbier side–which you’d always liked about yourself, you did feel pretty, but you had never let anyone even remotely try to carry you. Yet, Chris didn’t seem to struggle one bit, as if you weighed nothing. Moving with purpose, he started to whisper in your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. So good. I’ll treat you so well, just like you deserve”.

Your hands trembled slightly as you held onto his shoulders. “Chris…”

“God…” Chris reached your room, pushing the door closed with his foot as soon as he was inside. “Say my name again”.

“Chris”, your voice was barely a whisper, with your lips almost pressed to his ear as you spoke.

“Again” He dropped you on your bed, right on top of your unfolded clothes. Taking a hold of the back of his vest top, he pulled it over his head, and your mouth immediately watered at the sight. He was so incredibly handsome, you could almost feel your hands tremble with excitement at the prospect of finally getting to touch him just how you’d been wanting to

“Chris”, you repeated, looking up at him as he kneeled between your legs. He was so broad, you just couldn’t stop your hands from reaching out to palm his shoulders while his fingers hooked on the waistband of your leggings, and you gasped when he pulled them roughly down your legs.

“Fuck… Look at you”, his hands found your inner thighs, rubbing them up and down, dragging them over your skin for a bit to warm up, only to grip them tightly after, making you squeal. 

He pushed your legs apart, roughly, all so he could shove his face between your legs. His nose prodded your clothed entrance, making you moan softly, and a low growl seemed to have started to rumble deep within him. Never had you felt this affected by anyone, every single one of his movements had your skin on fire, your senses alert, and especially now, as his tongue dragged over the wet spot on your underwear, making you swear under your breath.

By the time you registered the movement, Chris had already torn your underwear apart, the thing reduced to shredded scraps that he simply threw on the floor, looking almost offended that the garment had been on you in the first place. His gaze fixed on your core, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips as two of his fingers came to collect your essence, spreading it all over your slit.

“So fucking wet”, his fingers moved from your entrance to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had you whimpering under his touch. “Who made you this wet?”

“You did–” Your words caught in your throat when his fingers moved down again.

“Who?” He shoved two of his digits into you, the wetness between your legs letting them enter you with ease. The sudden intrusion had you throwing your head back, curling your toes, and you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his fingers moving in and out of you, deliciously dragging against your walls.

“You, Chris!” His tongue swiped over your clit, and as soon as he tasted you, an almost animalistic groan escaped his throat. 

His mouth was relentless, kissing and licking your clit while his fingers fucked you open. Time and space slipped between your fingers, all thoughts in your brain disappeared as your mind filled only with Chris and his fingers and his tongue and the sounds he made. If him eating you out and fingering you felt like this, you couldn’t even fathom how it’d be like when he fucked you, but you were certainly more than ready to find out.

Two fingers turned into three, that later turned into four, stretching you open to your limits while his tongue on your clit coaxed the lewdest sounds to come out of your lips. The most alluring part of it all, though, was his eyes, staring deep into yours. It was almost as if he was finally getting his payback for all the times you had stared back at him in the past, like he was trying to remind you, to shove in your face, just who was the predator and who was the prey.

And it made you feel warm, really warm. Sweat collected on the back of your neck as his fingers stretched you open and his tongue worked you up. A low, constant growl rumbled from him, you could feel the vibrations on your thigh that rested on his shoulder, and you could’ve sworn it had your whole bed vibrating with it. All you could do under his touch was moan and pant and whine, completely unable to form any coherent sentences when he had his mouth on you.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your walls spasmed repeatedly around his fingers, and your whole body shook with your release. The onslaught of sensations had tears pricking your eyes, had you struggling to get air into your lungs. The fact that your upper body was still covered by his hoodie probably added to that slight feeling of suffocation as warmth continued to spread all over your body.

Chris finally pulled his fingers out of you, and he brought them to his mouth to lick them clean, savouring the taste of you on his tongue with a deep growl. Attaching his lips to your thighs, he peppered them with kisses, licks, and bites, leaving purple splotches on your skin, mumbling to himself–the words falling against your skin, vaguely sounding like ‘so pretty, so, so pretty, so pretty, my pretty girl, gonna make you feel so good, gonna stuff you full, pretty, pretty’.

When he was satisfied with the art he left on your thighs he shuffled so he could kneel between your legs again. “Off”, Chris tugged on the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off of you in one swift motion, making your body bounce a bit when you fell back onto the bed as soon as the garment was off. “Fuck… Have you been wearing my clothes like this all the time?” His hands dragged all the way from your neck, down your breasts, your belly, and you could see his eyes taking you in, roaming all over your naked form as you laid under him.

“Only when–” Your words caught in your throat when his fingers started to tease your nipples, when you noticed his eyes were absolutely fixed on your chest. Chris seemed to be completely enthralled by the sight in front of him, by your sensitive skin under his fingertips, by the sounds he was coaxing out of your mouth with his fingers working your chest. 

Swallowing, and after taking a deep breath, you got enough clarity in your mind to speak again. “Only when I want to feel like you’re the one warming me up”, there was a permanent blush on your face, it had made its home there as soon as his mouth connected to your heat earlier, so letting out one of your deepest secrets hardly changed your outer state.

Chris’ gaze snapped up from your chest to lock eyes with you, and you felt your breath catching in your throat again. You had never seen his eyes looking this dark. He had the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen, but right now his pupils almost completely engulfed that warm brown of his, leaving only black behind. With one final lick of his lips, his mouth found yours, kissing you deeply, hungrily. You’d admit that during your time living here, you had wondered many times how his lips would feel, how’d it be if he kissed you. They looked soft, plump, and now that you finally got a taste you were sure you wanted to have them on you as many times as possible, for as long as possible.

Taking your lower lip between his teeth, Chris moved away from you, eliciting a whimper to escape from your mouth once he released you. He got rid of his joggers, and his cock stood tall and proud between his legs. Fluid leaked from his tip–a lot of fluid–clear and thick. He collected some of it in his palm, coating himself thoroughly before he finally wrapped his fingers around his length, pumping it. 

You propped yourself on your elbows, trying to get a better view, and you were completely captivated by the sight of his head popping out of his fist as he jerked himself, subconsciously licking your lips while you stared. He was bigger, girthier, than any regular human you’d seen, much less fucked. Quite honestly, it was slightly intimidating, but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, especially not when the only thoughts in your mind right now were Chris and his fucking werewolf cock.

In one swift movement, Chris took a hold of your hips and pulled you further down on the bed, making you yelp. Your upper body fell back on the mattress with the motion, and he pushed your thighs together, moving them towards your chest. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he spread saliva over his palm before he wrapped his fingers around his length and coated himself in it–not like he needed it, since clear fluid continued to constantly leak from his tip.

“You look so good like this… You’re so fucking gorgeous”, bringing your legs towards him, he let them rest on his chest. His tip brushed your thighs, right where your supple flesh met, close to your core but not making contact with it, making you shudder as you felt his slick on your skin. “So soft, too”, Chris eased himself between your thighs with a satisfied groan, and your walls clenched around nothing while he held your legs in place and his hips started to thrust back and forth. “Even here, especially here. All mine to enjoy…”

Even if he was not actively stimulating you, this was quite possibly one of the most arousing things someone had ever done to you. The sight of his tip poking between your legs, the feel of his hips against your skin, all added to the look on his face as he looked down at you like you were his meal had you moaning softly, and even whining a bit.

“Fuck, I can almost taste how horny you are… Your scent’s everywhere. So fucking delicious”, his pace picked up, his hips collided against you with force as he fucked your thighs. Not only was it the sound of wet skin against wet skin, but also the feel of him hitting the back of your thighs that had you grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, that had your whole body feeling tingling with need.

“Chris, please…” You weren’t even sure yourself what you were begging for, but as you stared back into his eyes you felt the urge to beg, so you did.

He pushed your thighs apart with force, and one of his hands took a hold of your hip, angling you just how he needed you to be, just how he wanted you to be, while the other took a hold of his cock, bringing close to your heat to tease your clit with his tip. The contact of his bare skin against yours had your breath catching in your throat, and Chris had a similar reaction as he stared at his cock brushing over your folds.

You knew he was clean, you two had gone to one of those pop-up clinics with Changbin around a month ago since he wanted some moral support after a scare. You’d gotten tested for the heck of it, just as did Chris, both coming up negative, and neither of you had been with anyone after–not like you could think too much about it anyway, you were so far gone you would’ve probably let him do anything to you without any second thought, because you wanted him to do those things, at this point, you felt like you needed him. Badly.

When his length started to make its way into your core, slowly stretching your walls, you truly got to feel his size. You were dripping, as was he–his cock still covered in the mix of his saliva and his slick–and he had prepped you with his fingers, but it was almost nothing compared to this. Bringing a hand to your core, you started to rub circles on your clit, trying to get yourself to relax.

“You’re doing well, baby. So good for me…” He was half way in, and you could hardly breathe. One of his hands moved to tweak your nipple, the stimulation coupled with the one of your fingers on your clit helped ease some of that sting you could feel between your legs.

“C–Chris”, you whimpered softly, looking him in the eyes. 

Chris was an alpha, you knew that already, but as you your eyes found his you were able to understand part of his nature. Not because he looked dominant, or lustful, or borderline animalistic, but because he looked at you like he wanted to protect you, to comfort you. Even if he surely wanted to fuck you into oblivion, the need to provide comfort to you was clearly overpowering that need to mount you.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re a brave girl, I know you can take what’s yours”, with one final push of his hips he finally bottomed out.

Your fingers moved away from your clit as you exhaled–shit, you hadn’t even realised you had been holding your breath. Chris’ hands came to rest on your thighs, dragging them up and down in soothing motions. You felt impossibly full, completely stretched to your limits–had he been any bigger you doubt you would’ve been able to take him in at all.

“Fuck, so tight and warm…” His fingers came to toy with your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. A low growl resonated in his chest, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he licked his lips while he threw his head back to enjoy the feeling of your walls wrapped snugly around him. “I’ll fuck you so good, pretty. I’ll make you all mine”.

You took a deep breath, and your eyes found his once he finally opened them to look at you again. You were still slightly breathless, but that didn’t seem to overpower the determination in your voice. “Do it, then. Fuck me good, Christopher”.

As soon as the words left your mouth, it was as if something snapped within him. The comforting, caring look left his eyes completely, replaced by an animalistic, dark look. When his thumb found your clit, rubbing precise circles on it, and his hips pulled back, only to snap back into you almost immediately, starting a fast, hard pace, you couldn’t help but cry out. It was a lot, a lot but somehow not enough at the same time. 

Your walls adjusted quickly, the harsh sound of his hips hitting your skin made you dizzy, and it was almost like you could feel him in your throat whenever he thrusted all the way in. If you ever thought you had been fucked hard in your life, that had been nothing compared to the way Chris was fucking you now. 

His fingers dug on the skin of your thigh, you could already feel bruises forming under his hold, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was having his hands on you, having his body over you, and having his cock fuck you open.

His thumb never left your clit, and before you could even register it building, your release hit you, making him growl at the feeling of your walls pulsating around him as he kept pounding into you. “So good for me, love. You’re taking me so fucking well. Can’t wait to fill you to the brim”.

Barely giving you time to catch your breath, Chris pulled out of you to take a hold of your waist, swiftly flipping you on your stomach, so he could pull your hips up for your lower body’s weight to rest on your knees. “Look at these hips, fuck…”

He pushed his cock into you again, taking the air away from your lungs as he resumed his relentless pace. “So fucking perfect… So breedable and ready for me”.

The hold his hands had on your hips was firm, strong, his fingers dug on your skin, and the fullness of your flesh gave him plenty of leverage to grip you tightly and push you back to meet his thrusts. “You’ll carry my pups so well, love. So fucking well. You’re so fucking perfect”.

You could barely keep your upper body propped up on your elbows, grabbing handfuls of the sheets to keep yourself mildly grounded. You honestly couldn’t do anything other than moan and whine and whimper his name. His hand sneaked around your hip to rub circles on your clit. You were sensitive from your previous orgasms still, added to the stretch of his monster cock, his fingers on that bundle of nerves between your legs had you almost seeing stars as soon as he started to stimulate it.

The sudden sting between your legs brought your senses back to reality, only enough to remember what alpha males experienced when they were going through their rut, something you had read once, and when you’d asked Chris about it he had blushed profusely and walked away from you, leaving you hanging.

“Chris!” You whimpered, feeling the extra stretch steadily growing within your walls.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, I know you can”, his fingers on your clit sped up impossibly faster, rubbing you for a while, building your release once again only for you to finally come crashing down.

His hips stuttered with the feel of your walls spasming around him, and by the way your walls stretched around his length, by the way his knot kept catching at your entrance as it grew, you figured he was getting close to his own climax. Chris leaned over you, with his chest against your back and his hand pressed your lower belly, lightly gripping your soft skin, he whispered in your ear. “Take my knot, baby. I know you can take it in your perfect little cunt. I’m gonna stuff you full of my pups soon and you’ll take it all, yeah?”

“Y–yes…” Your voice was hoarse, barely even loud enough for yourself to hear, but Chris heard you. There was no way he wouldn’t hear you when he was so close to you, when you might as well had been one and the same at this very moment. A low, drawn out growl reverberated against your back when he finally came, when he finally shoved his knot as deep as he could within your walls for his seed to fill you up.

It felt like he was coming for an eternity, his cum spurted endlessly from his cock while he rubbed his face on your shoulder, your neck, your back, mumbling ‘mine, all mine, my pretty girl, all for me…’ nonstop, mumbling the words like he didn’t even need to think about them, like it was all he could focus on while he filled you to the brim. A ringing broke free in your ears, your whole body ached and you felt truly stuffed completely full by the time Chris finally stopped coming.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he manoeuvred your bodies, taking special care to not let his knot pull too much while you moved. He laid you both on your side, this position allowed you to feel less of that pulling sensation between your legs, leaving only a dull ache that seemed to ease the longer you spent laying there in his arms. Even if you were achy and in a bit of pain, you couldn’t help but feel immensely satisfied, oddly proud of yourself after taking this much.

Chris pressed pecks on your shoulder, just as he caressed the soft skin of your lower belly while he whispered words of encouragement on your skin–‘you took me so well, baby. So, so well, I’m so lucky, you’re so good to me…’ He did this for a while, a while of his lips trailing kisses from your shoulder to your neck and back again, a while of goosebumps rising on your skin wherever he touched. His soothing, caring motions made your eyelids heavy, almost lulling you to sleep.

“I’m sorry, baby…” Chris mumbled against the skin of your shoulder, pulling you back from that semi-asleep state you were falling into.

You sought his arm, gently caressing him, and you felt goosebumps of his own raise under your touch. “Why are you apologising?” 

“For… For having you go through this”, he sounded apologetic, ashamed, even, and you didn’t like it one bit.

You scoffed, almost offended. “Don’t let it get to your head, babe, but this is probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had”.

Chris laughed, incredulous. “Fuck, I don’t know who’s crazier here, me or you”, he was starting to sound more like his every day self, and it made you smile. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy, just how you always felt whenever you spent time with him.

“Clearly me. I’m the one who begged a fucking werewolf to fuck me”, you chuckled, as did Chris.

A comfortable silence settled between you two, you took his hand in yours, bringing it close to your mouth so you could press kisses on his palm, his fingers, all while he kept kissing your shoulders, your neck… A comfortable silence spent just cuddling each other, enjoying each other’s warmth and each other’s company.

You were silent for a while, until a question popped in your head suddenly, and curiosity wouldn’t let you just keep it to yourself. “Isn’t it too soon for you to start your rut? I remember you telling me about the previous one, it wasn’t that long ago, only a handful of months, no?”

“It was supposed to start later this month, which is why I was still in the house…” During his last rut, Chris had left the flat for a few days to stay at one of the vacant flats in the building–something he and the rest could do thanks to an arrangement Changbin had with his parents–that was actually how you came to know about ruts in the first place. 

Burying his face in your neck, Chris inhaled deeply, letting out a content sigh right after. “Since my rut was so close, I guess your ovulation triggered it”, he chuckled, but his body suddenly tensed. He removed his hand from your hold so he could lay his palm flat on your lower belly, and when he spoke he sounded slightly panicked. “Shit… Fuck, I’ll get you the morning after pill”.

That made you laugh, loudly. “Are you for real? After all that talk about breeding me and me carrying your pups?”

“That’s… It’s a biological thing, okay?” Embarrassment clung to his voice, and it made you chuckle softly. “I’m on my rut, of course all the wolf wants is to breed you. I mean, I can’t blame him, look at these hips, fuck…” He took a hold of your hip, the soft flesh dipped under his hold when he gripped it tightly. When he finally released it, he caressed the area.

“But I… Uh… I haven’t even taken you on a date yet! We can’t have children like this”, he tapped his fingers on your hip, just as his lips resumed their motions, pressing soft pecks on your shoulder.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea either”, sure, it was hot while you fucked, but now that you can actually think like a person you knew he was right, and you decided to come clean. “Anyway, just so you know, I’m on birth control. The one that makes you ovulate still apparently”, you chuckled softly, and you felt Chris’ body relax behind you.

Chris hummed against your skin. “Lucky me… You do smell so good. You always do, but fuck, this week… Unbearable. Had me hard most of the time, could barely hide it. Can’t believe you didn’t even notice, it’s not exactly easy to hide…”

“I can’t believe you’ve been fucking scenting me all week”, you chuckled.

“Babe, don’t think ill of me, but I started scenting you a month after you moved in…” 

You blinked a few times, and you wished you could look him in the eyes right now. “What? Why?”

He mumbled something against your skin, something you couldnʼt quite catch. “What was that?”

Chris sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing you further into him. “I said… I couldn’t stand when you came home smelling of other men… I couldn’t stand thinking of them doing things with you, to you, that I wished I could do…”

A blush spread over your cheeks, and you were honestly unable to say anything other than a barely audible ‘oh…ʼ

“So, yeah. I’ve, uh… I’ve liked you for a long time, if you couldn’t tell…”

Slowly, you noticed how his knot started to deflate, and his seed started to pour out of you and onto the mess of clothes under you. “Shit… My laundry”, you chuckled, honestly not caring much about having to wash another load. “I like you, too, Chris. A lot”.

He hummed, further burying his face in the back of your neck as his knot deflated completely, allowing you to move freely again. “I can’t believe you had your clothes here on your bed like this, fuck… Almost gave me a heart attack”.

“Why?” 

Chris propped himself on an elbow, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he moved over you and off of the bed. “Because, pretty baby”, he stretched his limbs, groaning a bit, giving your eyes the opportunity to roam every single defined muscle on his body. A sight that you really appreciated. “With your scent as sweet as it was, and you wearing my hoodie, it was almost like you had prepared a pretty little nest for me to fuck your brains out in”.

You had completely forgotten about nests and what they meant to wolves, and you felt heat immediately come to your face, blushing profusely. “Oh…”

“Subconsciously, it’s almost like you did”, Chris chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here in your pretty nest, little one. I’ll prepare something for you while I can still think like a man. I don’t think I’ll be able to when my rut hits me fully. Need to keep hydrated and well fed so you can take me this well each time”.

Author’s notex2: so, as i added in the note at the beginning, as of 31/03/2023 this work was re-edited to better reflect my current writing style. i decided to update this post instead of posting it again because i just didn’t want the old version still around lol, but if you want it back, let me know. i saved it and might consider posting it separately for nostalgic value.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments:  It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

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[daceydeath]

Creatures of Chaos Masterlist

Light in the Dark Pairing: Vampire Chan x Human F Reader Genre: Fantasy AU, Word Count: 33.5K Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Supernatural Themes, Drinking, Suggestive Themes

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Hello Everyone!

So I haven't done this in a hot minute. But I noticed that my Stray Kids Tags have gotten large enough to do this possibly. I also know I have so many SPN fam as well. Send me your ideas for drabbles, they can be spicy, heart achy, and yes, fluffy as well.

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Its only a few more nights until the Full Moon.   

Tensions are high in the house once daylight falls.  You’re able to spend a few moments in bed with Chan while he explains everything in depth before you two fall asleep that morning.  You have another peaceful slumber with no remembrance of any dreams or nightmares whatsoever.  At this point, you’ve forgotten you even had them…. 

You’re seated in front of the bookshelf where Chan found the demon’s curse book the night before.  With nothing better to do, and your curiosity having gotten the best of you, you find yourself taking one book down at a time.  You first turn them over in your hands, closely looking at material.  You’d dream up wild stories in your mind of who they belonged to, and what secrets that person held when they still lived here.  Some were in English, many were in languages you couldn’t understand, or had never even seen.   

“Still over there looking for trouble, bookworm?”  

The moment your ears registered the sound, you knew who it was - Felix, his deep voice unmistakable.  You look over your shoulder and he’s standing in the doorway.  He leans in a little, to look over at the empty bed.   

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, I was looking for Chan.” 

“Oh, he went out for a run.” You turn back to the bookcase and place one back, pulling down two more and setting them on your lap.  “Did you hear from Minho?”   

“Not yet, but I expect to soon.” 

You share a wordless pause, the silence stretching between you before you look over your shoulder again. 

“I miss you.” You finally say. 

Felix's lips curl upward in a half smile as he pushes away from the door frame, walking towards you.   

“I’m always here, little witch.  You know where to find me when you need me.” He takes a seat next to you, folding his legs underneath his body as he leans forward and takes one of the books from the shelf.  Felix opens it tenderly, turning its pages one by one with care.   

“That’s not what I mean.” You speak.  “Ever since I’ve been back…it feels like…your light is—I don’t know—dimming, or something.”  

A thoughtful hum escapes his lips as he closes the book and looks over to you.  “It’s very difficult to explain to a mortal.  Once your brain recognizes that there’s no end in sight…that your life is…infinite.” You watch as his eyes glaze over.  “The prospect of it continuing like this, in this way, is just…” Felix struggles to find the words he wants to say and lets the sentence trail off with a sigh. 

“I’m just tired, little witch, that’s all.  I’ll be back to myself soon, I’ll figure it out.  I always do.” He adds with feigned reassurance and a crinkle of his nose, as he gives you an added smile for good measure. 

Abruptly, Felix’s nose then twitches in familiar recognition. 

“Ah, he’s back.” He nods knowingly. 

You sniff the air.  “I don’t smell any–” 

All at once you’re struck with a scent that was rich and complex, like a fine wine with notes of leather, pine, and musk.  It's the first time you’ve ever experienced it, and its nothing like Hyunjin or Felix had ever described. 

“Whoa…” You open your eyes.  

Felix lifts a brow before he stands to his feet. 

“Your eyes, they remind me of Chan right before he turns.  I’ll have to take a note of that for later.” He says in observation.  You blink several times, as if you’d suddenly see the amber color he was referencing appear in your vision. 

“Little witch, little witch, let me come in.” You hear Chan sing from the bedroom door. 

“Nope! Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!”  

“Fucking kill me.” Felix mutters. 

“Then I’ll huff,” 

“And I’ll puff,” 

You squeal when, within a second, you’re scooped off the ground and into the arms of your hybrid.  His body is slick and wet with sweat covering his bare chest, shoulders, and arms.   

He blows a puff of air at you, his breath tickling your nose. 

“And I’ll blow your house in.” Chan says softly, following with a kiss to your soft lips as he sets you down on the bed gently.  He presses another kiss to your crown and then turns around to his brother, whom he knew had been in the room all along.

“Felix! Out of your study? What’s the occasion?” He teases jovially. 

“Business as usual brother; you, me and Hyunjin should talk before Minho contacts us tonight.  If we’re going to Abysmora, there’s a few extra steps we need to take.” Felix crosses the room, stopping at the door. 

“Hm.” Chan nods, “Okay.” 

He leans over you, grabbing the black hoodie that lies across the bed.  Chan takes you by the chin, giving you another parting kiss before he follows Felix out of the room, pulling his hoodie over his head. 

They take human-paced strides down the hallway side by side.  “You know, her eyes shifted color when she picked up on your scent.  That’s the first time I’ve noticed that happen.” Felix says.  One behind the other, they continue down the stairs.

“To what?” 

“An amber color, I don’t think she even realized it until I pointed it out.” 

“Hm.” Chan opens the door of Felix’s study as his younger brother strolls through first.  “Then your theory about the Full Moon sounds like its coming true.” 

“It wasn’t my theory–” Felix walks over to his desk, clicking on the stained glass lamp.  It casts a warm, orange white glow above the brown wooden tabletop.  “It was Hyunjin who noticed it.” 

“He’s a lot different, yeah? Hyunjin has always been capable and smart, but he thinks with a different set of rules than you and me now.” Chan plops his body into the chair, his legs hanging over the arm. 

“His soul was sealed for hundreds, thousands of years.  He’s lived more of his life in hell than he has on Earth.  Would you not come out different too?”  

Chan’s lips tighten.  “Mm, that’s not exactly what I mean.” 

“I have watched Hyunjin since the night he was born.  I have seen his mind work when he’s had his humanity, and I saw the moment in his eyes when it disappeared.  I’m not saying being sealed didn’t change him, but I’m saying—” Chan’s getting more passionate about his viewpoint, so he brings his legs down to the floor, sitting forward on the chair, as he finds what he’s trying to say.

“He’s more intuitive, almost more…perceptive.  It's a type of intelligence that’s not based on rational thinking or logic but…instinct and…feeling.  Something’s been unlocked…and you like to forget that you and he both—are also hybrid.” 

“I don’t forget, it’s not relevant.  You know this, brother, vampire blood nullifies witch blood capabilities.” 

“Does it? Because I thought we found out, from Hyunjin himself, that when you drain a powerful witch, there’s a short window of time that you can conjure.  Nobody told us that was possible.  What if it’s not possible for other vampires? What if its only possible for us because our mother was not only a witch, but a witch that turned all of us?  What if—other things are possible in us that we haven’t even awakened?”

Felix sighs.  “Don’t you think I’ve been trying to figure that out for years?  I think of that power that surged in me when we conjured at Edith’s tomb, and even beforehand, during the fight, constantly.  If I could drain witches daily just to conjure, I would.” 

“The key might be Hyunjin, and he might not even know it yet.” Chan counters, sitting back in his chair.  “All this talk…. where is he?” 

“You don’t smell that disgusting cigarette smoke from the back porch?” Felix makes a face of disgust. 

Chan lifts a brow.  “I didn’t know Hyunjin smoked cigarettes but come to think of it…. I have been smelling it lately.  I just assumed Jisung was pretty stressed.” 

The door opens, slowly creaking its way wide.  “Your first mistake was smelling it and not checking the source of it.” Hyunjin says, entering the room.  “What if it was someone who’s not supposed to be here?” 

“Well, that’s just it, Hyunjin, my tracking capabilities are far superior to you two, so if someone trespasses, I’ll smell them before they get to the porch.” Chan retorts to his younger brother matter-of-factly.   

“We are all vampires, let’s not make this a thing right now.” Felix holds up his hands, stopping the two from starting in on each other.  He can’t say he missed this sibling rivalry element of the relationship that they all shared;  But Hyunjin was back, and safe, and beggars can’t be choosers.  “We’ve gotten into it with demons now and not just any demons, but the Lee family.” 

“That reminds me, Christophe, you saved Minho…once?” Hyunjin asks for clarity.  Chan nods.  “And you called him for a safehouse, yes?” Chan nods again to Hyunjin’s inquiry. 

“So that puts us in his debt if he helps us get to Abysmora.” 

Felix’s mouth drops as he pushes himself back from the desk slowly.  “Shit, you’re right.  Demons don’t do things for free, he’s going to want something in return, and it’s not going to be something simple, or easy.” 

Chan gives it a once over in his brain.  “So, then we tell him that for his help, I’ll be in his debt for a favor.” 

“Hold on Christophe, that’s a lofty deal, a demon having a vampire/wolf hybrid indebted to him?  Remember, Minho isn’t our run-of-the-mill demon.” 

Felix interjects, “He’s just a demon witch hybrid, if it didn’t put us in danger with the Lee family, we could really take care of him ourselves after we get the Blood Bloom. Without pure demon blood he can’t be too powerful.”

“We could always frame someone else for the murder, send them on a wild goose chase after some other creature.” Hyunjin suggests. 

Chan grunts in disagreement.  “That won’t work.  Maybe for a human, but if we’re the last ones to deal with Minho, his network of demons can trace it back to us at some point.  I don’t want to keep running from things like this forever…” 

The conversation peters out as the air between them grows still.  All of them were tired.  Life cycled repeatedly, but things barely shifted or changed for them.  You had brought them all such unexpected circumstances, they could remember what it was like for life to be brand new to them too.  It was a contagious feeling that they were all growing to love and wanted to protect.

“You’re going to be a father.” Hyunjin’s soft voice shifts the mood of the room.   

“That would be irresponsible, indebting yourself to a demon like that...” He nods to affirm it to himself before he looks between the two of his elder brothers. 

“Minho has wanted to have me in the palm of his hands ever since I met him as a witch.  It’s more valuable to him to have me as a pawn.  I’ll be the bargaining chip.” 

“No-” 

“Absolutely not-” 

Felix and Chan oppose strongly at the same time aloud, going into their reasonings in a cacophony of Australian that causes Hyunjin to rub his temples to soothe his aggravation. 

“HEY” Hyunjin finally shouts, with much more bass in his voice than he usually uses. Felix and Chan both stopped mid-complaint. The scarlet haired vampire opens his brooding, piercing eyes and slowly drops his hands back to his side. 

“You two know better than anyone how I get when someone tells me what I need to do with my life.  I didn’t ask for this life, so I’m not allowing anyone to dictate what I do with it.” He makes things clear.   

“My apologies if it sounded like I was asking for permission.” 

Chan wants so desperately to contradict his younger brother.  They didn’t go through all of what happened with Edith just to sacrifice Hyunjin now.  They’ve barely begun to feel what its like to be brothers again. 

“Felix, brother, where is Abysmora?” Hyunjin takes control of the conversation and steers it back off of him skillfully.  A soft succession of raps is heard from the door before it opens softly, Jisung coming in to join them in the middle of the room.  He yawns. 

“Another rager last night, Jisung?” Felix wisecracks, to which Jisung flips him the bird, taking in a deep breath and widening his eyes so he didn’t appear as fatigued as he was.  “Actually, you got here just in time…Hyunjin was asking me the whereabouts of Abysmora, and all I’ve heard of is rumors that it’s in an extremely remote area of the Appalachian Mountains.”

Chan voices his opinion.  “Those span multiple states, the Appalachian Mountains are enormous.” 

Jisung chuckles at the naivety of the brothers.  “Yeah, this is no joke like we’re going to be hiking for miles and a lot of Supes hide out throughout Appalachia. Like I said, nobody knows it’s exact location.” 

“How are we supposed to do all of this with little witch being pregnant?” Chan adds. 

“You know she’s not gonna go for being left behind, it’s not worth the fight.” 

“Jisung’s right, brother, you’d better get used to the idea of her not only joining but using her powers—” Felix lifts a finger to halt his brother from arguing back before he finishes his thought, “–I’m just saying to prepare yourself mentally now, because this is who she is, and she’s not going to just lie down and let us run into the fray.  Am I wrong?”

Not only does Chan fall silent, but the others don’t have a logical rebuttal either.   

“So, what I’m gathering is that this will be a long trip.  The Full Moon is coming, and quickly.  The three of us need to figure out a way to survive the night without murdering our pretty witch and Jisung.” Hyunjin says as he leans back onto the desk, crossing his arms. 

“Why don’t we drop you off at one point, and the little witch and I drive in the opposite direction?” Jisung suggests. 

“You’ll have to go pretty far to avoid Chan, and we don’t want to bait him into a town or area where humans live.” 

Chan’s phone buzzes and rings out from his pocket.   

He pulls it out and the caller ID shows it’s Minho.  He points to Jisung, “Go get her.” he mouths walking over to the desk and setting the phone down on speakerphone.   

Felix and Hyunjin move closer as Chan begins. 

“It’s a little bit later than dusk.  I thought maybe you were ghosting me.” 

"Forgive my tardiness, my dear friends. It's 3:38 in the morning here in Moscow, as you can plainly see." 

You and Jisung quietly enter the room to join the others. 

“Yes, Minho, all the way from the coast of Maine we can plainly see that it is, indeed, 3:38 in the morning in Moscow.” Chan says, voice dripping with sarcasm.  “I’m assuming you’re ready to let us in on Abysmora…but I’m also assuming you’re not doing it out of the kindness of your warm heart.”

Minho lets out a sardonic laugh on the other side.  “These deals back and forth, haven’t we become friends by now, Chan?  I do mean that, by the way, I intend to help you out of the kindness of my heart, just this once.” 

Hyunjin presses his lips tightly together, as if to withhold a comment. 

“Friends. Right.” Chan looks to Felix dubiously. “Last night, you didn’t know why you were risking your reputation, and now…. we’re friends.” 

“Call it a change of heart.” 

You lift a brow in doubt. 

‘Just go with it’ Felix mouths. 

“In that case, what’s the next step for us to break this curse, my friend?” Chan asks. 

“Which room are you in at the moment?” 

“The library.” 

“Perfect.  Watch the desk, I’m going to give you coordinates to a small coal mining town in Virginia.” As Minho speaks, Chan has to literally snatch the phone from the wooden desk, which begins to burn the numbers into existence in front of everyone.  Felix hurriedly pulls open the drawer, grabbing a notepad and a pencil, scribbling them down.

“Those should take you to a coffee shop that a dear friend of mine runs.  He will be your guide to the Blood Bloom but be forewarned…the mountains surrounding Abysmora are full of some of the most vicious factions of supernatural creatures in existence.  You’re on your way to the burial site of our highest ranking demons, the influence of their energy over the area and its people is profound.  We aren’t allowed to step foot there until we’re laid to eternal rest.  One, two, or all of you will probably die.  If you do somehow make it back with the Blood Bloom intact, it’s a miracle I’m interested in witnessing.” Minho finishes, his voice low and ominous.

Chan can hear the satisfaction in Minho’s tone, and he imagines the dangerous path that lies ahead.  “Understood,” Chan responds, before ending the call and setting the phone down on the desk.  The coordinates had long since disappeared and the desk has returned to its normal state.  The room falls silent, each of you lost in your own thoughts as you contemplate what’s to come. 

━━━━━━━━ 

The first thing to stimulate your senses is the moldy, sewage-like smell that fills your nostrils.  You open your eyes but can’t see anything but blackness.  In a panic, you move, but as your awareness grows, you realize your hands are tied behind your back, and you’re seated in a chair. 

You hear voices murmuring around you, and you wriggle a little more, trying to feel for a knot in the thick rope that binds your wrists. 

“…wer…” 

“…Power…” 

“…blessed…ause of the…Full Moon…we can take more…” 

You’re straining to make out the sentences, frustrated that it feels like cotton has been stuffed into your ears.  Icy fingers touch your shoulder, and you jump away from the strange touch.

You land onto the floor of the bedroom and Chan is at your side at once, helping you sit up and tugging the lamp string to fill the room with some light.   

“Did you have another nightmare?” He already knows the answer.  It had been quite some time since you’ve rattled yourself and him awake, but it had been even longer since you’ve physically thrown yourself from your bed because of it. 

You sit up against the side of the elevated bed, wincing as you rub your tummy. “Yeah, same place I think…held hostage.  They were talking about taking more because of the Full Moon.” 

“Are you okay? You’re in pain, what’s wrong? Did you fall on your stomach?” Chan asks questions one after another in quick, alarmed succession. 

You shake your head.  “No, I didn’t fall on my stomach, I’m just…I’m getting those weird cramps again.” You tilt your head back against the bed.  “God, I just fed from Jisung only three nights ago, and I took a lot.” 

Chan releases a gentle sigh.  “The Full Moon is in five nights.  You dreaming about people discussing ‘taking more’ sounds a lot like someone, or something, is siphoning from you.  I don’t know if it's your conjure, your blood, or your patience, but we’d better get the others up to speed pretty soon.” 

“Babe, I think the Full Moon has everyone in a frenzied state.  Telling them about my nightmares will only add fuel to a fire we can’t snuff out right now.” You groan.  You were tired of involving everyone every time something in your brain went wrong.  Others had secrets of their own, why couldn’t you? It’s not like it had anything to do with the others right now anyway. 

Chan switches from kneeling to sitting down on the floor next to you.  He leans against the nightstand.  “You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.  Like…in history.” he says, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

“Good, because you’re the moodiest hybrid I’ve ever met…like, in my lifetime.” You reply with amusement glinting in your eyes, nudging his knee with yours as you two chuckle.  A knowing pause grows between you both before Chan talks again. 

“Your stomach, does it still hurt?” He asks. 

“It’s not quite like a sharp hurt right now…just a dull ache.” You rub back and forth over your soft tummy.  You’re still early in your pregnancy. 

“You should let me feed you.” Chan’s voice is gentle as he places his hand on your stomach, slowly running his fingers from left to right, his eyes taking on a warmer tone.   

“If you feel up to it, maybe it can help.” You say, and his gaze catches yours when he looks up with a smile. 

“Yeah.  I know it's pretty close to the Full Moon but…I wanna share this moment with my family, I want to at least try.” He waves his hand towards his body, opening his legs up to allow you to scoot over and up against his thick torso, his knees on both sides of your shoulders. 

“Lean back for me, yeah? Perfect, juuuust like that, my little witch.” You move into place, following his instructions, and then nod to let him know you’re ready.  He takes a deep breath, you can feel his chest expand behind you, and you hear the crunch of his bite into the palm of his hand.  It makes you wince, still to this day. 

“Open up for me.” Chan tenderly coaches you, and you let your head hang back onto his shoulder.  You open your mouth as he holds his fist above your lips.  Droplets of blood spatter onto your tongue and he observes you closely, taking steady breaths.  He squeezes his fist only a little tighter, and the droplets pick up a steady tempo while you close your eyes and relish the melody of Chan’s blood as it dances along your taste buds and down your throat.  Your brain can’t make sense of it.  The blood tasted like…well…blood, but the more you swallowed, the better you felt.  Your pain ceases, you feel like you had drank the coldest, purest water in existence after four days in the Mojave Desert with no hydration.  It was incredible, how blood feedings defied the laws of nature.

“Good evening, sleepyheads.” Felix’s voice is somehow even deeper when he first stirs from his daytime death as he stands in the doorway.  He yawns, his eyes still low and sleepy.  “You’re up early, the sun’s barely set.”  

Chan’s hand is nearly healed, and he releases his fist, allowing the skin to knit back together in completion.  He looks up to his younger sibling across the room.  “We were kind of in the middle of something, Felix.” 

The blonde vampire chuckles, “Do you think I’m stupid? My room’s right down the hall, I could smell what you were up to; and that’s exactly why I’m up.  Just making sure nobody’s killing anyone, is all.” His voice is picking up a cheerier tone as he rolls his shoulders back.  “Can you do me a favor and wake up Jisung when you’re done? I don’t get my breakfast in bed like you, so Hyunjin and I need to take a trip before we leave for Abysmora.” 

He’s gone before Chan can fire back a response and you have to giggle a little at how their exchanges went.  They were brothers, alright, and bickered like ones often. 

“I guess you’re feeling better now, my little witch?” He asks you, standing up, and helping you also rise up to your feet. 

You nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  “I’ve got to clean myself up.” 

“Take your time and meet us in the living room when you’re done.” 

━━━━━━━━ 

  Felix places his hand against the tiled wall, allowing the hot water to run over his body as he hangs his head.  The skin of his back is reddening with the level of heat, but he still barely feels it.  He brings his other hand in front of him, curling his fingers into a fist and splaying them, looking over his pale skin, blueish-purple veins spreading out underneath.

“I miss you, Mother.” He says softly, “We all do.  We got Hyunjin back, are you proud of us?” He sighs.  “Chan really needs you, and Father.  He’s having a baby, and he’s got nobody to tell him how to do what you two did.  I’m so old, and I still feel like I’m only twenty three.  They expect me to help and I’m still trying to figure it all out…” 

Felix tilts his head back and the water washes his tears down his face and swirls them down the drain.  He sniffs, pushing his emotions back down to where it was more comfortable, and he twists the knob, ending his shower.  

He finishes up, constantly thinking, always feeling like he wasn’t doing enough.  He feels trapped inside of his head sometimes, and nobody around him could understand how constricted it felt.  He wondered how it would feel to burst into a beast and run off in the night like his brother.  Chan described it as a brutal physical pain, but that was only temporary, for a moment.  Felix could endure centuries of pain if it meant he’d have a night of pure freedom. 

He buttons his shirt in the mirror and runs a comb through his white hair, making sure it was styled just the way he liked it and slicked back. Leaving his bedroom and closing the door behind him gently, he uses a more efficient speed to arrive at Hyunjin’s bedroom door.  He taps with his knuckles, but the door opens on its own.  A little concerned, he pushes it further, stepping inside of the room.  It’s dark, very dark, except for the oil lamp near Hyunjin’s window.  Felix feels a wave of relief wash over him, however, when his eyes land on his brother, on the other side of a massive canvas.  It must’ve been six feet wide and six feet tall.

Felix walks around to join Hyunjin on the other side.  The youngest vampire’s shoulder length crimson hair is pulled up into a messy bun.  He’s staring at his masterpiece, finger tapping against his lips, his gaze focused as he tries to figure out where he’s going next with it.  Felix tilts his head, trying to make sense of it.  He’s happy his younger brother is painting again, it was something he deeply enjoyed as a mortal, and even in his early vampire days.  It was a sign he was returning to…normal. 

“What’s this supposed to be?” The older brother asks.  The work was quite abstract, for Hyunjin. An explosion of fiery reds and oranges, with smoky black lines cutting through them like a knife, creating a chaotic scene. 

“Everything. Nothing.” Hyunjin moves forward, picking up another paintbrush and adding more swipes of color in the lower corner.  He steps back and looks over it again.  “It’s how I feel tonight.” 

Felix hums with a nod, understanding exactly where his younger brother was coming from, despite his lack of a more descriptive way to express it. “Violent.  Are you sure we should feed tonight, little brother?”  

Hyunjin crosses his arms, tilting his head at his painting as he shrugs.  

“Probably not, but it’ll get worse with time, and we’ve got to get on the road to Abysmora.” He takes off his apron and tosses it onto the nearby wooden stool, pulling his sweater sleeves down over the smudges of paint that had dried on the white skin of his forearms. 

“Let’s not waste any more time then.” Felix says.

 

━━━━━━━━ 

  “Jisung, there is absolutely no way you’re gonna be able to help us at all when you’re like this.” You say, pacing back and forth in front of the ancient witch, who looks right now, like a sleepy young woodland creature as he’s slumped lazily into the couch.

“She’s right, you’re a liability, you’re gonna have to let us help you.  Perhaps, there’s a spell you could teach little witch, maybe I can drain you until you lose consciousness, but we have to do something.” Chan insists. 

Jisung looks like he’s under hypnosis, as he stares ahead, his body rocking side to side just a little.  His eyes almost close, but he jumps awake again. “We’re going to Abysmora, how can I sleep? I’m living in a nightmare.” His voice is croaky. 

“I know someone who can maybe help me, but he’s in New York City.” he says, rubbing his eye with a heavy sigh, as if he didn’t want to mention it at all.  “But that’s what? Six hours away? And he might not even be able to do anything.” 

Chan is beside himself at this point.

“You mean to tell me you knew someone who could lift the curse this entire time and you didn’t say anything?!” 

You walk over to Chan touching his arm gently, reminding him to keep his temper in check.  This isn’t normal behavior for him. 

Jisung doesn’t really have the energy to react to Chan’s heightened sensitivity.  “I didn’t say that.  I said maybe, and I mean maybe, he can help me.  He’s been close to my family for generations, and even if he did want to help you, his conjure can do nothing for the undead, and that includes you now that you’re pregnant, little witch.” He explains groggily.  You sit down next to Jisung on the sofa and take his hand into your own, the way you always did when you wanted him to take your words very seriously.

“New York City is on the way to Virginia.  Six hours can cover most of the night before dawn breaks, and then we can find a place to stay for the daytime before we continue.  If we can heal you, we have a better chance at getting to the Blood Bloom, which will heal us all.” You reassure him and Chan.

Jisung gives you a small smile. 

“Thank you, little witch.” He speaks. 

“When you say his conjure can do nothing for the undead…what is this person? ” 

“He’s a Gumiho.” 

Chan’s fully blown by this information and his expression shows it. 

“There’s a Gumiho in existence in America?” 

“First, there are a few, second, he’s been here for a long time, centuries.” Jisung yawns, “But you know Gumiho don’t really help those outside of their own species.  He’s worked closely with my family for a long while and helped me learn several important skills in conjure. When my father crossed to the other side, he took me under his wing, since he was unable to have a son of his own.” He looks to you, “Do you know what a Gumiho is, little witch?”

You’re following their conversation along, just as surprised as Chan, if not more.  “From fairytales, sure, you mean, the nine-tailed foxes, right? I read them in some folklore, but I mean…my family never told me about any of that.”

Jisung grasps your level of understanding now. “Then you’ve got a pretty good idea of how powerful they are. He owns several restaurants in Manhattan and Flushing, Queens.”  

“Okay then,” Chan nods, feeling more confident about their plan now. 

“New York City is our first stop.” 

━━━━━━━━ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ? next part ---> click here

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[jinniebit]

sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs ᴀs sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs​ 08/08

𝕶𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊

\ kit·sune \

noun

a Japanese fox spirit, said to have powers such as shape-shifting, and whose power is symbolized by increase in number of tails

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[wdye-k]

fic recs

some of my favourite pieces of literature (i noticed while putting this together that none of these are particularly happy,,,)

emotional anguish for when you really need to feel something (my holy trinity):

the common thread to be found within these fics is that they’re all quite intense. they can get pretty uncomfortable at times. none of these have outright sad endings though! 

ninety one whiskey by komodobits

supernatural; destiel; ww2 au; ~400k

this fic is my roman empire and im not even in the supernatural fandom

here’s to the glory still to be by foxfireflamequeen

yuri on ice; age regression; ~12k

this fic is really just a crisis of morality wrapped up into 12k words

reject all loses by heartslogos

genshin; kavetham; ~51k

heartslogos is just a genius and any of their fics are wonderful. like genuinely this is a marriage proposal pls ily. but this fic is like a character study and a high stakes action plot rolled into one experience

sad, sad, sad:

mcd, sad endings, generally melancholic vibes. for when you just need a good cry

soldier boy, tripping over himself to win my praise by thissupposedcrime

yuri on ice; otayuri; ~44k; incomplete

it hasn’t been completed yet but the foreshadowing and feelings of doom is just vibes. this fic is tragic and is my favourite characterization of yura to date

the sky at 10:15AM by dustshells

skz; 2min; mcd; ~12k

this fic just really hurt me a lot :(

bite sized heartbreaks:

1k fics that cause permanent trauma 

orange by gwendee

honkai star rail; yanqing & jing yuan; mcd; 1588

short but idk if i would call it sweet because i cry everytime i think of this fic. the tragic father-son relationship between jing yuan and yanqing make me scream cry throw-up

blowing kisses to hurt you by thissupposedcrime

otayuri; breakup fic; 1015 

same author as soldier boy so you know i love the characterization. there's no death in this but this separation is just as tragic. like come on, the fic starts with “they tried"

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[astrosfaerydae]

Love is the Death of Peace of Mind || Chanlix

Chapter 25: I'm no Angel

[wc: 7.6k]

Summary:

Routine? What routine? Everything has been thrown off kilter by their overwhelming grief. They seem to become strangers in their own home but the world still turns regardless of whether they want it to or not. They seem to drift until Felix finally reaches out but he may have gotten more than he bargained for. (Even though he was technically begging for it)

Notes/Tags:

Uhmm so yes here's the porn tags for this chapter cause yea:

First time, blow jobs, anal sex, begging, crying, Felix is a menace as always, Chan is cheesy, unsafe sex(always use protection people!), heavily emphasized consent, Chan is careful possibly too careful

So sorry it took so long to get this out really I apologize 100%! But seriously I'm about to call Sam and Dean to figure out if there's been some curse or something around me cause I've had nothing but bad luck! Since I posted last my step dad passed and he for all intents and purposes was my real dad, a few days after my husband was hospitalized for 5 days for an impacted kidney stone and surgery to remove it, due to that we lost a whole paycheck and that sucked ass still catching up from that and then a few days later my grandpa had a stroke and my mother in law found out she had appendicitis and needed her appendix out. The cherry on top, all this stress has given me a stomach ulcer. Things have calmed down now obviously as I'm posting again so hopefully it stays that way. Soon fingers crossed things will be back to normal and I can knock out 7k in a night like I was doing towards the middle of December that was really nice lol. Thanks for listening to me babel and thanks for being here still and supporting my fic it really means a lot!

[Fic Masterlist]

#skz fanfic #bang chan #stray kids fanfic #felix #stray kids #chan #lee felix #chanlix #chanlix fanfic #supernatural au #skz smut #chanlix smut

[jilixthinker]

embryos

PART 1 PART 2

pairing: felix × jisung

genre: angst, supernatural, smut

summary: "purity. those who possess it can have the access. it's like a key. only the pure souls who die in your world can enter in mine. the only requirement is a body. flesh in exchange for the eternal sun".

word count: 5.8K (in part 2)

content warning: depression, death, mentions of suicide, pain and sufference, parallel universes, smut, jisung and felix are so in love it hurts, eventual happy ending

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“Jisung”.

Jisung hears a familiar voice calling him. Jisung? Was that the right name? His ears do not react. Another low sounding voice echoes around him.

“Jisung. Once is fine. Twice is too much for anyone”.

Something touches his face and, no, this is definitely déjà vu. In a split second a sequence of speed motion images run through his mind. Morning, coffee, car, crash, hospital, bed, car, house, shower, bathroom, mirror, hand. When he opens his eyes he expects to be looking at that boy with a comforting smile but, instead, he is lying on the couch in his living room, his legs obscenely open, considering that he is still naked. Standing in front of him he can see Chan and Minho, who have a unquestionbly unnatural complexion.

“I hate you, okay? You need to stop killing us every twenty minutes because I don't know how much more my heart will hold up. What the fuck were you doing lying on the bathroom floor? Thank God I have the keys to your house, or I would have had to call the fire department-.

Chan is as frantic as he’s ever saw him, his breath short and his eyes literally out of his frame. He is clutching his wrist a while Minho, beside him, looks at him wearily.

“I think I slipped while drying my hair”.

Jisung's voice is really a mess. He stutters out that sentence with every syllable and he messily tries to sit up, not without Chan supporting him from the back.

“Fantastic. Now you can't even survive half a day? God, why?”

Chan brings both hands to his face and shakes his head weakly.

“I'm sorry. I really am”.

Minho strokes his boyfriends’s back and barely smiles at Jisung.

“You don't have to feel sorry for us, you have to feel sorry for yourself. You fainted because you had nothing in your stomach, so now do me, you, us, and humanity a favor. Eat”.

From a bag he hadn't even seen, Chan pulls out an aluminum container with bibimbap and one with bulgogi. The food smells delicious and Jisung does not realize how hungry he is until he has two chopsticks in his hand and starts eating. He devours the food within minutes, feeling the gaze of the two friends on him. Chan occasionally massages his shoulder muscles while Minho picks up grains of rice escaping from the chopsticks.

“Jisung, you need to eat regularly“.

“I'm going to buy something at the supermarket tonight”.

Chan crosses his thighs on the sofa and points to three bags full of food at the foot of the sofa.

“We went grocery shopping before we came to you. I don't like the idea of you going out alone”.

“Chan, I am really glad, from the bottom of my heart, but you can't live depending on me”.

Chan is about to answer back and Jisung shakes his hands in front of his face. “No, wait, listen to me. Tonight you and Minho will go out for dinner and then to the movies or, I don't know, whatever you would do if nothing had happened. Take it as a personal favor, okay? I can't stand to see you so distressed”.

Minho on the other side of the couch nods and smiles at Jisung, then winks at him.

“He's been a pain in the ass lately, you know? All he does is talking about you. Jisung, Jisung, Jisung. If I didn't know better I'd think he has a crush on you. But I swear I'll find a way to shut his mouth”.

Jisung chokes on the bulgogi and starts spitting bits of meat all over the couch.

“God, no, please. I don't want to know the details. Spare me”.

Chan tries to fight a smile while Minho, on the other hand, bursts into a silvery laugh. Jisung looks at them and thinks they are adorable, even though sometimes he hates them. But at the end it's always been what works for them.

Two hours and endless recommendations later, Jisung closes the front door and slumps against it. He puts his hand on his chest and feels its heart drumming loudly against his ribs, like a bird in a cage. The smell of bulgogi still hovers in the kitchen and in the living room, and the sky outside the window is gray, clouds swollen with rain. Jisung walks away from the hall, heading to the bathroom. He doesn't even want to go back into that room, he has no idea why his legs are heading there.

Once he enters in the bathroom he notices that the smell of humidity has completely disappeared - Chan opened the window - and the puddles of water on the floor have evaporated.

“Are you still here?”

The words vibrate up his throat and Jisung feels like an immense coward because he is not even looking in the right direction. His eyes are fixed on the tiles.

“I told you before. I have always been here”.

The voice answers his question, soft and gentle.

That is the exact moment Jisung starts to think that he has really gone crazy. So this is what it feels like to hit rock bottom. He turns with a movement that costs him inhuman effort and faces his mirror. There, clear as a spring day, the stranger's face stands vibrant as before. Like a few hours earlier he smiles sweetly, just with his lips. Jisung thinks he must smell like the Sun, even though the Sun has no scent. It is perfect, and all that perfection makes him feel safe instead of intimidating him.

“So why haven't I seen you before?” he asks, his voice is barely a whisper.

The stranger takes a step forward. Jisung doesn’t know where, since he is behind a mirror, but he knows he does it because now his face is closer.

“It's because of the accident. It did reset he rational sphere of your brain".

As he speaks, Jisung can see small white teeth inside the stranger’s mouth. He looks so alive, so close, so real.

“Are you a ghost?”

He shakes his head and blonde hair swing on his head. A strand escapes from behind his ears and slips over his eyes.

“I am a future memory”.

Jisung moves closer to the mirror until his pelvis slams against the sink. The boy in front of him does not move away. He remains motionless, looking at him. He has a face he cannot classify. He has simple, thin, almost ephebic features. Childlike features that could go unnoticed when placed next to millions of other faces. But then he looks at his red plush lips curved into a sweet smile and big eyes that study him with a calmness he does not possess, and Jisung is certain that he would never forget a face like that.

“Are you real?”

“Reality is what you see”.

“Can you only give me enigmatic answers?”

The stranger puffs out a sound which is similar to a laughter, and in Jisung's head it resonates like millions of tiny bells trilling all at once.

“As long as your questions are. You can try asking me something simpler though”.

The boy crosses his arms against his chest, accommodating. His shoulders are tiny. Jisung imagines he could fly away with a breath of wind.

“Do you have a name?”

He nods, slow and graceful. As if he is weighing every word so that nothing is left to chance.

“Felix”.

He has a simple name, he thinks, it must be real. It has to be.

“Jisung”.

“I know”.

Jisung closes his eyes and rests his hands on the edge of the sink to keep himself from slipping on the floor.

“Do you know who I am?"

“No, we have never met. But I know your name”.

“How?”

“That's just something I know. Like the phases of the moon and the name of the oceans. Maybe I've always known it”.

Felix takes another step forward, into the middle of nowhere, and his forehead almost touches the cold, reflective surface. Jisung breathes heavy and slow as he watches the other rest his fingers beside him against the mirror.

“Where did you come from?”

“I don't know if you would believe me”.

“Please” he murmurs heartily “I'm just trying to understand. If there was something I was sure of, it was that I wasn't crazy. Then this morning I walk into my bathroom and behind the mirror I find you. You saying you don't know me but still you know my name, saying you've always been here while I've never seen you. And now I don't know if I'm crazy or not. Maybe I'm talking to myself, maybe I'm dreaming or maybe it's real. The fact is that I had a certainty, and now I have none. The least I can do is trying to find a sense to this”.

Felix’s reflection moves away from the mirror and looks deep into it, as if he was searching for something he had lost, something he knew he can find somewhere in between Jisung’s eyes.

Something important.

“Felix?”

He utters that name and Jisung’s body is invaded by small electric shocks that start from the tips of his toes and radiate down the column of his back, straight to his forehead. Whatever Felix is looking for seems to be a long way from being found.

“Have you ever heard of the alternative reality theory?”

Jisung nods, confused. “Vaguely”.

“An alternative reality is a separate and distinct dimension, which coexists with the earthly one. It can be identified with a space-time continuum. Basically, everything you can perceive around you, every smallest particle of matter, it’s present in equal form and measure in a parallel dimension. The two realities are superimposed on each other, occupying the same space and time. It is a perfect and unstoppable circle”.

The concepts that flow from Felix's lips are distant, intangible, complex. Jisung presses his fingertips against his temples, trying to assimilate as much information as possible.

“Metaphysics managed to explain every single, small, tiny detail. Except for one. It has failed to provide a reason. And it's funny when you think about it, isn't it? It answered all the thorniest questions, all the most difficult complications but not the simplest one”.

Felix lifts his gaze and Jisung feels stripped of any foothold, feels himself floating in the void, adrift.

“A choice. My world offers a second chance to those who could not survive the cruelty of yours. But this world does not test, does not lay snares. This world is the right world. Without pain, anger, envy, rejection. Only love”.

Jisung tries to imagine this world. He doesn't even need to close his eyes to make it palpable. He sees Felix's face reflecting bright sunlight as he rests on a green English lawn, tiny daisies in his hair and a few ladybugs on the fabric of his pants.

“You come from there”.

Felix smiles again. The room regains its brightness.

“I come from there. Or from here. It is relative. Now you are able to perceive the overlap of spaces”.

Jisung reaches out a hand toward the glass but stops a few inches away, as if frightened by what might ensue upon contact. Felix is close, he can outline with his mind the shape of his lips.

“But I see you”.

Felix is a little lost in his smile. Jisung, on the other hand, is lost in his deep gaze.

“I know. It's absurd, I recognize that. But I assure you it's strange even for me”.

“No”. Jisung shakes his head and feels something from the marrow rising to the surface, radiating within his veins like an endless lava flow.

“No”, he continues. “No. I see you. I see you”.

He leans infinitesimally forward and touches with his fingers the spot where Felix, on the other side of the mirror and on the other side of the universe, is resting his clear fingertips. He should feel a calm, safe warmth and waves pouring their foam onto the rocks. Instead he just feels cold.

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Jisung does not go back to university. Chan keeps calling him, first with gentleness and compassion, but now he is just tired. Minho is a shadow of his boyfriend, nothing more. The phone keeps ringing, Jisung keeps not answering. Reality begins to get blurrier day by day. Chan persists in leaving lunch in front of Jisung’s door almost every day but the bags remain intact because the door is no longer opened. Then, one day, the bags vanish, just as the phone stops ringing. Jisung doesn’t even notice because he cannot even describe his own face anymore, let alone remember having had friends. Or maybe the memories linger somewhere, buried deep in a remote, hazy corner of his unconscious, but no one goes into it. Thus Jisung's old life is covered by layers and layers of thin, opaque dust. He buries Chan, Minho, his parents, his brother, the accident. It buries Jisung and everything he had before. The only figure that seems to stand out is the thin, sharp figure of Felix, which is practically a paradox because Jisung is not even sure that Felix exists. But whether he exists or not, he is there. He is there, day and night, watching him. He watches him even though Jisung is not in the room. He does not know how he does it, he does not even know if it is really possible. But he knows he does, because he feels his eyes everywhere he goes. They talk for the longest time. Sometimes they use words, sometimes they talk to each other in silence. Jisung thought it was a movie invention, but he realizes how crucial this little snippet of everyday life has become to him. He wonders about the meaning of the thousands of mundane actions he performs every day without even thinking about it.

The fact is that Jisung is opal. He knows it. He knows it as he has always known that he cannot be a star but only a small black dwarf. And he accepts it, because it can only be so. But Felix is a red giant at its best. Felix speaks, and the continuum of all possible worlds stops, leaving room only for a chasm. Felix shines without anything overshadowing him. And maybe that’s Jisung who is a reflection in the mirror, because if there is anything he feels able to swear to without any fear, it is that Felix is indeed, infinitely, diamond.

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“How is the rain like?”

Jisung is sitting with messy legs while holding a cup of lukewarm coffee. Felix, on the other side of the mirror, looks at him waiting for his answer.

“Sad. As if the sky is too tired to continue to shine, then little tears fall down on the Earth”.

Felix laughs with his lean shoulders shaking as his eyes close in two perfect crescents.

“You are being melodramatic”.

Jisung takes a sip of coffee as he carefully follows Felix’s movements in front of him. He watches his shirt curl over his soft hips and lingers on the edge that leaves a few inches of white skin exposed.

“Doesn't it rain there?”

Felix, as is his habit, shakes his head, letting thin strands of long hair fall across his forehead.

“Just sunshine”.

“Always?”.

“Always”.

Seoul has not seen the sun for weeks, but it seems it’s been years. A thick blanket of clouds covers all the blue, turning it into a deep leaden gray.

“You never saw the rain?”

“I have seen it in your world”.

Jisung stops drinking and stares at Felix's tight lips.

“Have you been in my world?”

“I lived there for a long part of my existence”.

“I thought you were born there”.

“No one was born here”.

Jisung pictures a wide-eyed Felix facing a suffering horizon polluted by mankind's cruelty. A tiny hand gripping the air as if to grasp something.

“How?”

Felix bites his mouth and catches the pout between small teeth. Thin fingers reboot his hair.

“Purity. Those who possess it can have the access. It is like a key. Only the pure souls who die in your world can enter in mine. The only requirement is a body. Flesh in exchange for the eternal sun”.

“You have faced death”. Jisung lets the words flow. “You, who are so much closer to life than I have ever been. You died. Why?”

Felix understands and smiles light as a feather.

“I was fragile, Jisung. I could no longer exist in that circle of evil where I had grown up. It was too much, and I was tired”

Jisung rests his forearms on the shelf and cannot understand whether he blames or thanks the other's cruel fate.

“What are you now?”

“I am just Felix. There is a mirror between these worlds, that’s true, but I have not regretted for one second the decision I made. I have never been more alive than this-.

“Don't you ever wish to go back?”

Felix murmurs something that Jisung feels like a gust of wind.

“I have what I want now”.

And Jisung knows that, even though Felix looked away to observe something undefined behind the mirror, he is talking about him.

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It’s during a sleepless night when he discovers that Felix also has a diamond voice. Jisung drags himself to the bathroom and curls up in the chair in front of the mirror overlooking the other world. Felix begins to sing softly and slowly, so quietly that at first it almost sounds like he is whispering. It goes on for what must be hours and Jisung rests in silence without taking his eyes off his face. By the time Felix closes his lips it’s already dawn, faint beams of light penetrating through the window.

“Do you think that if I had met you earlier something would change?”

“I believe we were destined to meet exactly like this. I can't imagine anything different from what we have now”.

“But maybe...” Jisung begins with a nostalgic spark in his eyes, “maybe you would make a different decision. I can't help but thinking about how it would be if we met in college. What I would say to you if I met you in a park. What I would think if I walked into a coffee shop one day and saw you there, sitting in front of the window, waiting for your coffee".

Felix smiles and strokes the mirror with his fingertips, following the border of Jisung's face.

“You probably wouldn't even notice me”.

Jisung slides his gaze along the other man's slender figure. He observes the soft blonde hair with the texture of a cloud, the rosebuds of the mouth, the thin, delicate line of the jawline. He observes the small, elegant nose and the dark eyes contoured by long, thick lashes. His voice cracks.

“How could I not?”

“I never belonged to that world, Jisung. It rejected me. I was an inconvenient bacterium, just as you are. And I couldn't give you anything”.

Felix takes a deep breath and Jisung thinks he wants to sink into the absolute purity of his beauty.

“You would give me everything I need. As you do now”.

“I was the shadow of myself”.

“That would have been enough”.

“I'm sorry”.

“I'm the one who is sorry, for not finding you sooner”.

Then Jisung stands up, letting the blanket on his legs slide off and settle on the floor like a puddle.

“Felix”.

Felix looks at him fixedly and loudly, because he understands. He did it from the beginning, and the fact that he does not answer him only means that he knows. Jisung feels something, very close to his heart, expanding and starting to press against his chest to come out.

“I would like to kiss you”.

Then Felix closes his eyes. Jisung moves closer, weighing each step until he reaches the mirror. He caresses it, inwardly, with all the tenderness he is capable of. He imagines the strands of hair in his fingers, the warm, tender skin on his cheeks, imagines the parted lips trembling at his closeness and the small arms tensing as his hands touch them. Felix is beautiful, and he cries a salty tear that remains there, caught between his eyelashes, tiny and invisible. Then Jisung kisses him, ignoring the foreign and cold presence of the glass. He kisses him ignoring the fact that he is not physically with him. He kisses him ignoring all physical and natural laws. He kisses him simply because Felix must know that Jisung does not care who, what, where, or how he is, he kisses him because he feels that he was born for that purpose. Because it is right. Jisung kisses Felix, and Felix knows it. And when after years, centuries, and millennia he opens his eyes, Jisung finds nothing but a wonderful smile that tastes a little bit like the Sun.

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One day Jisung picks up his cell phone and realizes that he has missed more than forty calls from the same number. Chan's name stands out at the top of the message notifications and stands there to remind him of everything he was trying to forget. As he sits on the bed and lives again every moment of the incident, the phone decides to ring. Jisung throws it away and the cell phone gets stuck under his pillow, making him wonder if he can even decide not to answer it. By now Chan hates him, one more call will not change anything.

He finally grabs it and unlocks the screen.

“No”.

Jisung frowns. He hasn't spoken to anyone in weeks, but the other person is addressing him as if to continue an open conversation. Moreover, the voice he hears does not belong to either Chan or Minho, he is quite sure.

"No, what?”

The voice continues to speak, and now it is Minho's. Jisung closes his eyes and runs his hand over his forehead as if to gather all his frustration. He is about to respond. He opens his mouth, catches his breath, and

“Minho?”

The voice comes out strange, as if he said the name twice in overlapping. Jisung clears his throat and rubs his arms, starting to feel a strange sensation on his skin.

“No, your majesty the queen. I won't take a no as an answer from anyone, especially not from you”.

Minho is friendly joking, as if nothing had happened. Jisung immediately loses all the strength in his legs and collapses on the bed. This call happened already, he thinks. But he hopes it's a bad joke and he is about to yell at Minho to get over with all of this, because it's anything but funny.

But then he hears it. A plaintive snort, a little bit drawling and with a hint of sarcasm, familiar. He heard it a thousand times and would recognize it among billions of voices.

Because it belongs to him.

But Jisung didn’t open his mouth. He has stayed silent since the beginning of the call, and maybe he didn’t even called Minho’s name before. Then, he understands. He needs only a few more seconds of background noise and the snap of a kiss to be horribly sure of it.

“Jisung? Sorry, that animal took my phone from my hands while you were answering me”.

The phone slips from Jisung’s hand and falls to the floor. The screen probably breaks, but it doesn't matter. Jisung stands motionless for minutes as he realizes that he heard himself talking to Minho in a reality from weeks earlier.

A reality that no longer exists.

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“Are you happy?”

Felix curls his fingers against the mirror. Their hands are resting against each other. It’s something they do often since it’s the only expedient they have to feel close. And so they talk for hours with their fingers in contact, separated only by a thin layer of glass.

“Since you've been there, yes. I am happy”.

Jisung lifts the corners of his mouth in a small smile and wedges his lips where Felix's neck should be.

“Your world”, he resumes in a warm voice “It should be everything you want, shouldn't it? You should have been happy anyway. It's your second chance, the right one”.

“That’s true, everything here is love. But I am only offered a chance, not a certainty. As if I had a royal flush in poker but my hand was shaking too much to win”.

Jisung turns away from the reflected skin and runs the back of his hand along Felis’s soft profile.

“What are you missing?”

“A companion. I need my half to be complete. Someone to share my choice that brought me here. Someone who had my same bad luck and who watched me exist. Someone who lives for me. This is what I lack, and until I find it I will be forced to be the reflection of myself”.

Jisung reads an ancient melancholy in Felix's eyes, breaking against his irises like clear foam in the sea.

“I cannot imagine anyone not wanting to love you till the end of time”.

Felix rubs his nose against the mirror, where Jisung’s cheek is placed, and heat seems to expand through the material. Jisung brushes the warm skin with his fingertips.

“I cannot find a mate, Jisung. I already have you”.

And he says it with such extreme simplicity that it sounds like a concept already tried and known, as if read in an encyclopedia. Felix looks at him but does not wait for an answer. He knows it has been that way for Jisung from the first moment he saw him, or perhaps even before, when he was unaware of his existence and living as a shadow of himself.

“I would die for you”.

Jisung wonders if Felix can hear the sound of his heart falling in love with him.

You are already here. You just have to figure it out.

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One day Jisung wakes up and realizes that his body has different needs from his brain. He sits on the floor, crosses his legs, and begins to think about when was the last time he stepped outside of the house, the last time he bought something to eat, and wait, how long has it been since I've eaten? Without questioning Felix and, as if propelled by an alien force, he runs to the closet. When he slips the first leg of his pants on, his first thought is that someone has entered his room and replaced all his garments with larger ones. He looks at the label, checks the seams and pockets and, inside the back pocket, finds his lighter. In that moment he looks at his thighs and realizes how, by now, they have reached the circumference of what used to be his arms. Perhaps it has been more than two weeks since he has eaten. For a moment he is tempted to go back into the bathroom, look for Felix and stay together with him, as always. He sniffs the air and he’s almost sure he no longer remembers its smell. I need to breathe, Jisung thinks, I need to breathe and fast. He picks up a random jacket and throws it over his shoulders. Underneath he has a short-sleeved T-shirt that is surely too thin for the temperature outside, but Jisung pays it no mind.

When he closes the front door behind him he feels as if he is somehow betraying himself and also Felix, who stays behind the mirror in his bathroom waiting patiently for him. He shakes his head and it almost feels as a part of himself quickly detaching from his body, that part that Jisung has been consecrating to Felix for the longest time now.

He takes the stairs quickly, feverishly, almost as if an invisible shadow was following him. When he tightens his fingers around the handle of the armored exit door, he stops for a second. You can still go back, you can go upstairs and back to your happy place. He looks at his fingers, skeletal and gnarled, attached to his hand only by a miracle. Jisung laughs when he goes outside, and it's a hollow laugh. It is still raining outside. His steps are slow and without rhythm, his legs barely able to give him direction as he walks with his head down, the thin, annoying rain tapping the back of his head.

He is not lonely, Jisung. Loneliness is a familiar feeling for him, almost intimate and comforting, and it would only confirm his normality. But Jisung feels alienated, out of touch with the world as never before, and he almost regrets the calm and peaceful feeling of voluntary isolation with which he has learned to live and settle.

He smiles to himself as he whispers against the wet sidewalk. “I have nothing left, not even my contempt”.

He thinks about Felix's words, his stories and justifications so enigmatic and elusive that he doubts he could even have uttered them, and he is surprised at himself for simply accepting them as an irrefutable truth, without even considering the possibility that they might be a lie. But then again, why would Felix lie to him? Felix is pure, he is innocent, and he is a virgin diamond; he has given up the burden of life that rejected him as dross. Jisung, on the other hand, could be a liar, with his identity he hates more than it’s human to hate and the rejection and disgust he feels for his petty image.

“Maybe I am the one lying to Felix. Maybe I am the one not existing”.

This probability invests Jisung in the exact moment his words leave his mouth, and the possibility shakes him until he loses his bearings. Is it so? Is it the truth? Jisung tries to think about when Felix came into his life, how much time has passed since their first meeting, but he cannot remember whether it is days, weeks, or even months that separate him from that moment. The only thing he is sure of is that he was able to sense his presence only after the incident. Felix's explanation rings crystal clear in his memory: it's the accident's fault. It reset the rational sphere of your brain. Suddenly Jisung is shaken by a laugh so violent that it almost sounds like a retch of vomit. He arches his back and abandons his arms along his sides as his whole body shakes from the vibrations.

“Did it reset the rational sphere of your brain? It's you that it reset, Jisung. Oh, for fuck's sake”.

His joints stop working for a second, and Jisung finds himself on his knees, his body still shot through with inconstant shudders. And it’s borderline comical that he is laughing so hard that he is even crying, with tears misting his eyes and mingling with the rain on his cheeks, because what keeps him from stopping is the awareness of the terror that will assail him as soon as he comes to his senses, when what is making him laugh now will leave room only for his thoughts. Unexpectedly, everything suddenly makes sense: the incident, the mirror, Chan's phone call, everything. Jisung raises his face to the sky and drops of water angrily hit his eyes, without shame or qualms.

“I am dead, and this is my purgatory”

And now there should be silence. In books, the discovery of truth is always followed by a silence that is unforgiving and leaves no hope.

Jisung turns around, and finds himself completely alone in one of the busiest streets of Seoul. No cars bottled up in traffic sounding any horns, no buses stopping at any traffic lights, no pedestrians looking around before crossing the street. The rain now falls fiercely on the bare, cold asphalt, and Jisung realizes he did everything wrong.

Death would have been his redemption, but he never died. Jisung is alive at the expense of another person, like a parasite. And, above all, this is not his purgatory. A purgatory is promised to those with a hope of atonement. Jisung, on the other hand, is an opal, and as every opal he continually forgets his nature, always seeking a chance that life has denied him from birth, on principle. This thought flares up within him, but its light is dim and soon gives way to a stubborn, rumbling sound of footsteps.

When Jisung looks for the strength to get back up, he realizes that he is further away than ever from the truth, since the silence around him no longer exists, and the noise is only the last drop in the jar filled to the brim.

And that is when he sees it. First he is far away, and he does not understand how it is possible for the sound to reach him, but then the stomping of the sidewalk becomes familiar and also alien, and his puzzle of possibilities explodes like a giant red

or a diamond

and Jisung instead implodes like a black dwarf

or an opal

as his eyes are completely dry from tears, and the rain continues to fall as always, because everything has always happened that way, and he has never learned how to play this game. In fact, Jisung's mouth remains open, and perhaps if he believed in a God now he would pray. But the sky is heavy and spits out its indifference to him.

He doesn't even realize when the blood begins to run from his nose and the taste of iron wets his lips, because the footsteps are now only a few feet away from him and the bitter laughter comes rumbling back into his throat, making him cough.

It could be a hallucination or a dream, but the noise is real, as are the bony legs advancing in his direction. The white sweater clinging to an anemic body is also real, and so are blonde hair covering black eyes. And the most real thing of all is a face Jisung knows as florid and full, but which is only emaciated and wispy under a blanket of clouds that seem immensely wrong above him.

Jisung bleeds and laughs. Blood covers his teeth, and his lament remains dry inside his chest as he watches a Felix, not his Felix, but one he doesn’t know, walking past him without noticing him, in the real world.

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Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane

this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control].

minors do not interact.

It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.

This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.

So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.

“Baby, have you seen the–the…”

Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.

“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.

That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.

Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.

Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along. 

“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”

Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well… That depends, pretty bunny…”

“On?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.

You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared. 

There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.

Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…

Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.

He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.

After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.

With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act. 

With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.

“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”

“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”

“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.

Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.

“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”

God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.

Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.

You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”

A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.

With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.

Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.

Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…

You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.

As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.

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Light in the Dark

Chapter 1 - The Bar, the Boy and the Bookstore

Parings: Chan x Female Reader Series: Creatures of Chaos -Part 1 Word Count: 4.9k Genre: Romance, vampire au, Fluff, Angst, Warnings: Swearing, supernatural themes, suggestive themes

You knew the fairy tales were true, you knew Oddinaries existed but you also knew you were an ordinary human who wasn't considered interesting to anyone. At least that is what you thought you knew.

"The night is dark and full of horrors!" your grandmother prophesied ominously as you finished adjusting your hair in the hallway mirror. Your had spent the last half an hour getting ready for a night out with some friends and as normal she had flitted about spilling out worries of curses and ill deeds. Rolling your eyes at your reflection you continued smoothing your hair in the dim hallway light.

"Dark and full of horrors" she wailed this time far more dramatically.

"That's what happens at night Grandma it gets dark" you muttered back as your phone pinged to let you know your bestie Mimi was down stairs. I'll be home later grandma, love you" she warily smiled as she gripped your hand tightly before letting go for you to leave.

Your grandmother had lived with you all of your life and although you loved her so dearly she did sound like a medieval crone the way she endlessly worried about curses, "evil" supernatural creatures and magic. It had gotten worse recently even though, the Unveiling an event which lead to the revelation that many of the beings believed to be only works of folklore actually existed, had occurred some 50 years earlier. It had been a whirlwind of change as society began to accept Fae Folk, Elves and alike which had profited your family greatly in the end. Her concern had always been with the beings considered to be evil in nature, even though you had never met a being who you would have considered evil, she was terrified of Vampires, Werewolves and anything she deemed to be a Demon in disguise. But she was your grandmother and she had helped care for you since you were a baby and she did after all make the best tea and cakes you had ever eaten.

Getting in the cab waiting at the curbside you smiled brightly at your best friend before whisking away to the new bar that had opened just a few suburbs over. A few drinks, some dancing and a good catch up was just what you needed on a Friday night to unburden all the mundane week woes that Mimi always seemed to have had. Mimi had started a new job a few month ago so she was still having issues with her new co workers some of which were not human, you were still only working at a small bookstore that your family had owned for generations, plus the endless worry of both your families about you.

The new bar which Mimi had discovered was called Ordinary, a strange name for a bar you thought, and it was pumping when you pulled up lively music spilling out onto the street the neon red and green signage throwing patterns across the entrance. Grinning to yourselves you and Mimi quickly found two places at the end of the long bar and ordered your drinks chatting about anything and everything you began to feel the stress of your week fading.

"I'm having so much trouble with the Fae I work with she is so cold to me I don't know what to do" Mimi complained sighing dramatically

"Have you tried looking up what her culture is like? I mean you might be doing something offensive and you wouldn't even know if you don't try to figure it out" You replied trying to defuse her inevitable dramatic outburst. Having worked at your family's bookstore for the past few years while you were still studying had given you a far greater understanding of other beings. You had made friendly acquaintances with several witches, a few Fae Folk, an extremely sweet Elven girl and even an old and seemly grumpy warlock, named Aloysius, who often had you scouring tomes for hour looking for exactly what he wanted.

"I guess but why would you want to work in our world if your going to be sensitive about things?" Mimi frowned oblivious to how obnoxious she sounded

"Because she probably needs to pay her bills just like everyone else. I mean Mimi, come on it's not that hard to be nice" you lectured softly knowing that Mimi was just frustrated with her job not her co-workers. She sighed dramatically before slipping from the bar stool

"Bathroom break I'll be back" Mimi announced loudly giggling you finished your drink before opening your phone to go through your socials. That was when you felt someone was watching you. Looking around subtly you couldn't see anyone showing any interest in you but still you couldn't shake the feeling someone was staring at you.

It was just another night the boys had dragged him along to a new bar hoping to find an easy hook up or two to fill their time and he was going to be bored again. The new bar, Changbin had assured him catered to their kinds, it was run by another vampire or perhaps he had said warlock and had a secret entrance to a seperate section that would give them freedom and anonymity towards the back of the bar beyond the bathrooms and kitchen entrances. But for now they stayed in the front, the acceptable section, Hyunjin had called it at some point watching the clientele that would potentially become their late night entertainment.

Babysitting his brothers was how he usually referred to these trips out. Stopping Jeongin and Han getting too over excited, keeping Minho in a good mood if he even came along, keeping Changbin's anger in check and very occasionally fishing Hyunjin and Felix out of trouble if they tried to make a move on a taken human. It was tiring and often more trouble than it was worth but he loved his boys and would put up with just about anything to make them happy.

He had only been there for a couple of hours watching as the boys either danced with humans or drank in the booth they had acquired with him. His interest had been peaked though when the thought he saw a flash of a design that seemed familiar to him it had appeared in a gap in the crowd. He scanned the bar with his eyes lazily until they landed on an ordinary looking human girl with cropped hair sitting with another girl at the bar. She didn't appear anything other than an ordinary to his eyes except for the small design that adorned the pendant sitting at her throat. The longer he watched her the more he was convinced that it was in fact a Vega symbol surrounded by small rose branches. It had been many hundreds of years since he had seen that symbol anywhere let alone anyone wearing it out in the open.

Still unable to shake the feeling you were being watched you glanced around the bar hoping to discover the source of the increasing uncomfortable feeling running up your spine. Turning slightly further to your right your eyes met a pair of deep dark ones belonging to an attractive guy on the other side on the room tilting his head slightly in greeting and smiling softly once he realised he had been caught staring you smiled quickly blushing before turning back to the bar as Mimi returned. You continued chatting as the handsome stranger observed you his blatant stare feeling less uncomfortable and more flattering as time wore on. After all you were with a friend you didn't feel unsafe. After another few drinks you checked the time and realised you would need to get home so that you could get to work on time in the morning

I think I've had enough for one night Mimi I'm going to head home" you almost shouted over the music "do you want to share a cab?"

"I think I might stay" Mimi shouted back "there are a few girls over there that I know from the gym I might just stay with them" you nodded and walked her over to the booth she mentioned promising to text her later as she settled in you waved goodbye and made your way outside to head home.

"You know if you spoke to her instead of staring you might actually have a good time" Hyunjin chuckled sitting down across the booth from Chan.

"It's not like you would strike out either she blushed when she saw you and not in an 'uncomfortable how do I react' sort of way more in a 'I think he's attractive way' " Felix agreed knocking back his drink in one gulp.

"Shut up" Chan grumbled into his drink as he watched you walk over to a booth of girls that had been eyeing Felix and Hyunjin all night.

"Oh if she is staying with them you could dance with her!" Han bounced excitedly as he teased Chan "the one with the braid has her eye on Hyunjin and the girl with the fringe is interested in Felix"

"How could she not be interested in me "Hyunjin smirked sending a flirty look to the booth.

"Again for the love of god shut up" Chan groaned this time fighting the urge to cover his face.

"I wouldn't worry about it hyung" Jeongin murmured "she's not staying with them" watching glancing quickly back to his drink.

Chan's eyes shot up to your retreating figure as you appeared to be making for the exit. Letting go of a breath he didn't realise he was holding he watched you leave and get into one of the taxis waiting out the front. He knew he had missed his chance but he was also relieved he couldn't quite remember what exactly that symbol handing from your rather alluring your neck meant and he wanted to know that before he approached you and he would approach you eventually he had heard enough of your conversation with your friend, thank you supernatural hearing, to know how to find you again.

"Her friend is staying though if that helps" Jeongin continued still unsure if Chan was even listening. Chan nodded slowly thinking over what he would even say to your friend if he was to speak to her. I seemed to be the height of poor manners to show interest in a woman to just ask her about her friends at least in his book his brothers had much looser feelings about morality now that they were more out in the open but Chan had always viewed himself more traditional, even if it was probably just because of his age.

Still mulling over what to do he noticed that Hyunjin, Felix and Changbin had taken to the dancefloor with some of the girls he watched as they made them blush and flirt back wishing he was less awkward. Han, however, had come up with an idea when Changbin returned to the booth for another round Han had started whispering to him frantically while subtly gesturing to the girls on the dance floor.

Saturday mornings were usually pretty dead for you so early in the morning so you took your time with opening the bookstore on weekends. Pulling up the shutters and unlocking the door you began to ready the store for any customers who, probably wouldn't, but may appear. It was clear this morning although the weather crisp it made for a lovely view of the street as you busied yourself dusting the endless rare books that your family always managed to acquire and straightening the new more mainstream books. The bell above the door chimed surprising you slightly as no one normally came in before lunch

"You here babes? I bought you coffee" Mimi called out sweetly making a beeline for the counter. You lent over the upper floor railing to see her still in the clothes from last night.

"So I'm assuming you had a very good night then? You didn't even answer my got home safe text. Does it count as a walk of shame if you go to a book store instead of your house?"

"I have so much to tell you" Mimi grinned, you rolled your eyes and shook your head at her before taking a long sip of the glorious coffee in front of you waiting for her to continue. "So his name is Changbin and he is drop dead gorgeous. He wouldn't confirm it but I'm pretty sure he wasn't fully human he was far too strong not to mention how rough he could be if he wanted to" you screwed up your face but she continued anyway "he had such handsome friends too Keiko hooked up with this guy who looked like he was sculpted by the gods. A few of them were definitely halfers and there was one guy that had seemed interested in you but you left before he could introduce himself"

"You can not call them that! it's rude as hell and mean Mimi" you countered before she could continue with her details.

"Yeah, yeah how am I mean to describe them then? they definitely were not fully human too good looking and too smooth" she continued with zero shame. "And like I said he had a friend that you would absolutely like we could even double date if you wanted".

The bell on the front door jingled again and you quickly shooed Mimi away to make it look like you were not just gossiping

"Thanks for the coffee but you should go now I've got customers" you whispered waving before walking towards who ever had just entered.

"Good morning welcome to Hawthorne and Bramble" you chirped "if you are looking for rare books you have come to the right place if you need assistance please just call" you returned to the counter to finish your coffee before it cooled. The guy continued to browse for some time as others came in and out to purchase stationary or popular fiction.

"Miss?" a warm deep voice called to you from upstairs you instantly made your way towards to him smiling

"Of course sir what can I get you?"

"Do you have any books on folklore beings or magical beings?" he enquired in a voice that seemed to sooth like honey you felt your cheeks flush slightly at your thoughts of him. Before nodding and leading him towards the back of the store.

"All our folklore and magic books and tomes are here. The more fiction based books are downstairs. Is there anything in particular you are after?" your question stopping him momentarily as he glanced from the books on the shelves to your face for the first time giving you a good look at him. His features were incredibly attractive a small high nose, plump lips, pretty blue eyes and a sprinkling of freckles that dusted his cheekbones. His silver hair fell across his forehead making him look far younger than he probably was considering the depth of his voice. In short he was breathtaking to look at and you had to force yourself to avert your gaze back to the shelf to avoid him noticing the blush that was now surely staining your cheeks and neck.

"I'm looking for anything you have on vampires or vampire lore" he grinned cheekily catching on to how flustered you looked "The rarer the better to be truthful"

"I'm afraid we only have these four or five books that relate solely to vampire the others are all a bit more generally about supernatural beings" you tried your best to sound professional even if you heartbeat was going through the roof, pulling the books from the shelves he didn't even bother to look at the titles before looking back at you

"I'll take all of them then thank you Miss"

Nodding you went to take the books from his before he shook his head and indicated for you to head back to the counter he followed dutifully behind carrying all of the books you had mentioned. Placing them gently down for you to package up for him as he handed over a credit card to pay for them.

"Thank you for coming to Hawthorne and Bramble please visit us again" you smiled shyly as you gave him the handles of the bag of books "Should you need further books or older tomes I can have them sourced and brought in for you if it is possible for us"

"No thank you. you have been very helpful Miss…?" his bright eyes met yours and a feeling of calmness filled you. You answered quickly feeling odd that you would tell him your name so freely. You usually didn't have much small talk with customers you didn't know especially those who bought the rare books preferring not to pry or seem too interested.

"Well until next time then" he smiled almost too sweetly before exiting, before you had too much time to dwell on it though another customer entered and took your attention.

Stepping back out into the sunshine Felix grinned as he made his way back down the block to where Chan was waiting.

"Did you get all the tomes?" Chan asked slowly quirking his head at Felix's expression

"Yes I did I bought all they had…oh and I got her name for future reference" Felix smirked watching Chan stiffen slightly. Chan furrowed his brows before turning back towards their townhouse Felix trailing behind him with a bounce in his steps. The boys all adored Chan but he was so much fun to tease that they couldn't help teasing him nearly all the time.

Returning home Chan quickly returned himself and the tomes to his study, Felix had done well some of them were well over a hundred years old and although most were written by humans who had encountered one or more vampires one was written by a vampire. Settling down to read for the rest of the early morning Chan was hopeful to find what he was looking for.

Minho had heard Chan and Felix come home early usually none of them left the house before lunch so it had peaked his interest that his dearest friends were up to something but busied himself with making breakfast to pass the time. The others would be down to eat soon anyway and as the house warlock he had also taken over a good portion of the cooking duties as he was more familiar with each species Chan had inevitably brought home. All ate normal foods which made it easier to prepare but he could never be too sure if Chan would adopt a different more difficult to handle species. Cambion, Fae Folk, Pixies and Werewolves ate exactly like normal humans with occasional specialty herbs or spices that Minho could add Sirens tended to prefer seafood but Jeongin was never fussy since he was far too polite to ever complain or even request certain dishes be prepared for him and the average Incubi was easy to feed it was just Hyunjin who was overly fussy much to Minho's annoyance. The kitchen door swung open forcefully as Changbin and Han were the first to enter instantly taking their mugs of coffee that Minhon had already prepared for them.

"So let me get this right" Han started plopping himself down gracelessly at the kitchen table "you brought her friend home to hook up with her even after I asked you to get a bit of info out of her and she didn't get suspicious at all?" confusion coloured his words before he sipped his coffee

"Well first of all how could she resist this?" Changbin grinned flexing his biceps causing Han and Minho to fake gag "and secondly she was pretty tipsy and all over me I wasn't going to turn her down and I planted the idea that I had a friend with would be perfect for her friend to date"

"What and who are you even talking about? Is this about that girl who thought she was sneaking out of here this morning?" Minho asked faking interest in his friends love lives. Truthfully he didn't give a shit but if it made them happy he would support them and eventually one of them would have to find a mate anyway.

"Chan found a girl last night but was too scared to talk to her so Han and I thought we would help a brother out" Chanbin shrugged taking a long pull from his mug "I asked he friend some questions, bought her a couple of drinks then brought her back here"

"Chan wasn't scared he was just too reserved about it you know how old fashioned he is and besides he was hung up on something about her anyway" Han added defensively Minho had just about finished cooking when Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin arrived each taking their normal place at the table

"I have never seen him this interested in a human before" Minho grumbled putting the last plate of food down in front of the others as Felix appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah he seemed far too interested to not do anything about it" Hyunjin agreed digging into the pancakes on his plate "I mean what if she had stayed and had hooked up with some other guy?" he trailed off watching Felix casually walk in and sit across from him

"That was never going to happen" Changbin interrupted scooping eggs onto his plate "He looked like he would have gotten feral if just some dude put his hands on her. I mean shit if she showed interest in any of us he would have been beyond furious"

"Good thing it was me that went into the bookshop to see her this morning then even if I did get her to blush" Felix smirked before shoveling cereal into his mouth.

"I'm sorry what the actual fuck?" Han yelped spitting toast and egg across the table "I did not put in all that time planning and getting wolfman over here to get info out of her drunk friend for you to sweep in and take the glory Fae boy!"

"You put in what time exactly? It was me who brought her home and got her talking before we…" Changbin started to argue

"Yes Changbin we heard the time and effort you put in" Seungmin sourly interrupted sarcasm dripping from his voice as he buttered some toast "Could we not be reminded over breakfast" Changbin grinned before they all continued to eat in silence for a few minutes

"Besides her name did you get anything else from your outing this morning Felix?" Minho tried again to get to the bottom of this human girl situation without the crude details from the others

"Nothing other than a few tomes on vampires and the fact that she is very pretty, she has brown eyes, she blushes a fantastic colour and he does in fact wear a necklace that has a vega symbol surrounded by branches although I'm not sure if they were rose branches like Chan said" Felix shrugged noticing the look of exasperation on Minho's face "Besides I know Vega symbols aren't super common in human jewellery who says she doesn't have a witch for a friend who gave it to her anyone like us would know that symbol is for protection. It wouldn't be too strange to think she got it as a gift or just bought it because she liked it, jewellery with ancient symbols goes in and out of fashion constantly"

"Her family has had that bookshop for ages according to her friend" Changbin interjected "Maybe one of the patrons of the tomes gave it to them instead of payment that used to be fairly common"

"Hold on her friend? have you not even remembered her name?" Seungmin teased causing a mix of chuckles and smirks to erupt around the table and a disgruntled noise from the werewolf

"Yeah two hundred years ago maybe Binnie but she could have befriended any of the long term customers that book shop is the only one to specialise in the kinds of tomes they have" Jeongin interrupted waving his jam covered toast "so it could just be like a heirloom or something she might not even know what it is except that it's pretty"

"Or" snapped Chan "you could keep from speculating about my damn business" He brown eyes flashing almost black in annoyance. Jeongin looked down at his plate blanching slightly at the look Chan had given them he didn't like angering the vampire especially since he had taken them all in when they needed help. Chan was a sort of collector of stray souls helping non human beings assimilate into society whilst hiding in plain sight to help them survive his kindness saving each of them from potential death had they been discovered. "Its alright Jeongin" Chan softened instantly seeing the young siren in distress serving himself some bacon and eggs "I'm not angry"

"Why are you so moody then?" Han asked hesitantly and softly "you seemed happier than you have been in decades when you saw her last night then this morning you looked like you wanted to rip apart anyone who spoke"

"Her necklace. I couldn't remember it even though I should have, that frustrated me more than it should have. I'm sorry if I was hard on you" Chan apologised just as softly being the head of the little rag tag family meant he nearly never apologised. His word was usually heeded as law and usually he was level headed but your appearance last night has shaken him more than he would ever want to admit. The kitchen was suddenly silent

"Did you just apologise? Chan? to us?" Felix spluttered shocked at this development

"I'm pretty sure that hasn't happened in three hundred years" Hyunjin teased eyes sparkling "should we throw some sort of party?"

"Don't make me take it back" Chan snipped suppressing a teasing smile "anyway I found that symbols like vega aren't that rare as you know but the surround of rose branches makes it rarer. Its a symbol of a clan that was around about 700 years ago they wore it for protection as they worked and travelled I'm not sure if hers is an original but if it was it would have words 'tenebrae finiantur in lucem' engraved around the edge of it. Did you happen to see anything like that Felix while you were making her blush?" Chan finished looking to the younger boy who looked like he was trying hard to remember every single detail about his encounter with you and not noticing the borderline exasperated look on Chan's face.

"To be honest Chan I didn't see anything like that but I also didn't know to look at it that closely. I could always go back to get another book and look at it to see if it did though" Felix's eyes shone hopefully trying to help his older brother however he could and talking with you hadn't been difficult for him he thought you were cute.

"What does that mean anyway? I know its latin but it's been a few centuries since I bothered to use latin" Segumin asked genuinely interested where this development was going.

"The darkness will be ended by the light" Minho answered easily flicking his fingers to vanish the used dishes away.

"Indeed. It was the creed of a clan of hunters they had families all over the world who specialised in hunting vampires, werewolves and demons to protect humanity. Although usually they themselves were not all that holy usually they were more dangerous than us. I would like to find out if she is in fact descended from them" Chan explained easily sipping his tea.

"Are you shitting me you finally take interest in anyone outside our little band of the damned and it's a woman who hunts our kind? have you gone senile? Chanbin exploded suddenly standing

"Chill out Binnie you will give yourself a hernia. Chan knows what he doing" Han immediately grabbing him by his arm pulling him back down to the table "besides there are no hunters anymore he said it was from hundreds of years ago"

"There are no more monster hunters" Chan reassured him "my kind killed nearly all of them and if she was one she did a lousy job identifying any of us last night or more importantly Felix this morning" the mood in the kitchen became pensive again.

"So are you going to ponder this forever or are you going to fuck her?" Minho asked loudly causing Chan to glare at him "what it's a legitimate question" he shrugged watching Chan closely and the others snickered

"Considering he's never spoken too her, stared at her for an hour from across the bar on a night out and has now sent Lix into do recconasance on her I would say no he is probably just going to stalk her until she dies of natural causes" Hyunjin smirked getting to his feet "besides I wanted to go paint in the park so I will be heading out today" striding from the kitchen into the rest of the house.

"I mean the haughty Incubi and cranky Warlock have a point. You do sort of seem creepy just staring and stuff" Han ventured running out of the room giggling before Minho could send some sort of spell after him.

Minho shook his head at the door the Pixie had just run through before turning his attention back to his older brother who was sitting looking intently into his tea.

"I'll go in tomorrow or Monday I need to see if the grimoire I asked for has arrived." Minho offered tentatively "besides if she saw you last night she might panic if you appear again so soon" Chan nodded sighing.

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 HISTORY : The University of Magicks was founded in tbe 1700s by 4 men ( The Yang Dynasty, The Hwang Dynasty , The Bahng Dynasty, The Lee Dynasty ) and 1 woman ( The Yu Dynasty ) allies. They all were children of the Enchanted land who wanted to do something good for the people with magicks aka those with supernatural abilities. So they united and formed The University of Magicks. A University for the Enchanted. They created four groups for people with different supernatural abilities. They were as below -:

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 THE ELITES: Formed by the closest allies and long term friends, The Yang and Hwang Dynasty. This house comprises of the creatures with the highest supernatural abilities. That is the Demon and Vampire clan. They are trained to become the powerfullest of them all. As due to a sudden mutation earlier, they don't even require much blood to survive now. They can even withstand any temperature be it hot or cold.... Now after the great feud, only their last descendants and other lower graded demon vampire clans study here.

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 THE WOLF PACK: Formed by the Bahng Dynasty, they comprise of the higher ranked werewolves. Known for their quick wit and agility they grow the strongest nearing to the Full Moons night. They are trained to be the second highest in rank after the Elites. They usually live in packs and marry their destined mates whom they identify through their scents during heat season. Now all the Bahng Dynasty descendants and the other lower clans study there....

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 THE WITCH'S LAIR: Formed By The Yu Dynasty for all the wiccans and elves . Ms. Yu wanted to do something good for her magical clan so that they don't get shunned by their villages by the superstitious humans. The Witch's Lair comprise of many different small clans, that is the witches, elves, fairies, necromancers to name a few. Each clan has their own familiar and everyone with magical abilities, good or bad are welcomed here to train....

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 THE OUTKASTS: Formed by The Lee Dynasty, the outkasts are basically what they're named after. That is, they don't belong to the higher ranks and mostly comprise of spirits of the forests or the deep sea. Mr. Lee was a very generous man and he wanted to do something better for the betterment of these lesser ranked creature. So he joined hands with the famed 3 men and 1 woman to form the fourth and last group. Dragons, Centaurs,  Minotaurs, Mermaids And Sirens are few of the many clans that study here...

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

𓍢ִ໋🀦 THE GREAT FEUD ( 1999-2000)

In The Year 1999, A Grear Feud formed against the greatest ally clan. The Hwang Dynasty declared a war against The Yang Dynasty.... It came to be known that the royal princess of the Hwang Dynasty cheated on her husband with the Prince Of The Yang Dynasty. She was pregnant at that time when the war was declared. She already had a son named Hwang Hyunjin and she bore another son named Yang Jeongin, out of wedlock that is the result of the affair.

The great feud was declared because of this. The cold war went on for months. Afterwards, it resulted into war between the two clans. The Princess and Prince of the Hwang Dynasty and Yang Dynasty respectively were banished from both kingdoms and were cursed to rot alone forever in the forbidden lands of the Undergrounds. Now No one knows of their whereabouts now. Some say they were cursed to rot in the deep tunnels underneath the mountains of the Enchanted Peaks. The war killed a lot of innocent families and now only the step brothers - Hyunjin and Jeongin reside as the last descendants of the Hwang and Yang Dynasty...

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