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[sluttywoozi]

I don’t know if you have already written something about werewolf Mingyu but since you mentioned him in your vampire woozi I’ve been thinking about him quite a lot 👀

before you start dating, he follows you around like... everywhere

not in a creepy way, you just notice him start sitting near you in classes you already shared

and at parties, he always makes sure your cup is full (whether it's got soda or alcohol is up to you) and keeps guys from getting too close to you

one time you decided to test him, and started talking to a man right in front of him to see what he would do

he just took in a deep breath and went to stand against the wall, his eyes on you the whole time and his grip denting his plastic cup

your little experiment stopped being fun when the guy tried to take you home, and when he got a bit too insistent, all it took was one panicked glance at mingyu for him to come over and glare the guy away

as soon as he was out of sight, mingyu sent you a pinched smile and retreated back to the wall, seemingly content to protect from afar

his energy was a bit darker all night, and when it came time to leave, you decided you'd put him through enough and asked him to walk you home

you kissed him goodbye that night, and after that, you couldn't really get rid of him, not that you cared to try

now, he's like a big, furry backpack

attached to you at the hip, literally wants to be with you alllll the time

always needs to be touching you in some way bc you anchor him

has literally never felt more calm than he does with you, half because you make him feel safe and half because he knows he can never lose control with you

BREEDING KINK GO BRRRRRR

you better hope you've got some form of birth control in place bc this man is cumming inside you every fucking day

it's the best way for him to scent you, to show other wolves that you're his, and it makes him feel more connected to his wolf than ever

something about knotting you and filling you up and fucking his cum back inside you brings him peace

of course, he always hopes it sticks, though he knows it won't

until you're ready for kids that is

when you are, he's on you 24/7

that's another batch of headcanons tho

PROVIDER

feeds you, makes sure you drink water, puts you to bed when you work for too long, always buying you new clothes and little things that make him think of you

his main goal in life is keeping you happy and well

and gosh is he good at achieving it

the only time he gets a bit selfish is around the full moon

and that just looks like him only making you cum once before filling you up

usually because he's so fucking desperate for you, he can't stand feeling you pulse and flutter around his cock without giving in and knotting you

the full moon makes him so feral, he fucks you for hours, knotting you at least four or five times and making you cum with his fingers on your clit whenever he's plugging you up with his knot

vampire woozi

werewolf mingyu part 2 (pregnancy headcanons)

#mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu x you #mingyu headcanons #werewolf!mingyu #✨emily answers✨ #seventeen smut #kpop smut #seventeen headcanons #kpop headcanons #supernatural svt

[harmonie-writes]

The Hunt pt. 11

Werewolf! Wonwoo x hunter! Reader

Summary: After going in different directions to work on different cases, you receive an alarming call. Driving to a small town that has wild nightlife and strange occurrences you begin your search for your missing hunting partner. This case you are about to take on will rival the others you’ve completed in the past. What could possibly happen as you search for your brother in arms?

Warnings: false identity, potential violence, language, depictions of gore, death, alcohol, mentions of nudity, mentions of ghoulish cannibalism, angst, fluff. Story is purely for fictitious purposes and doesn't portray actual people.

Word count: ~1.5k

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Previously on The Hunt:

He nods slowly at the information before handing you back the newspaper, "Do you want to go to the library and see if you can find any information?"

You're a little stunned at first, but smile after. "Yeah, it would be nice having some company."

Wonwoo stands and reaches for your hand.

As you're about to grab it, you cough. "Jesus, I forgot you were naked."

"Right… clothes first. Then library," Wonwoo scratches the back of his head, a small flush coating his cheeks.

Finally taking his hand, you smile, "clothes, then library."

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Pulling out a box from the shelf, you thumb through the files. Grave robbing. Looting. Missing limbs from graves. Raising a brow, you decide to take the box with you to the table where Wonwoo is sifting through a box of his own.

As you place your box on the table Wonwoo looks up at you, "Find anything interesting?"

"Some of these news articles mention missing limbs and grave robbing, figured it's a pretty good lead," you tell him with a shrug as you pull out the one that caught your eye.

Pushing up his glasses, he looks through the pages you've handed him. His finger stops trailing down the page as he pauses his search to look up at you, "You're going to Virginia?"

You hesitate before shrugging your shoulders. "I mean… It comes with the job, Woo. It's what we do."

You can barely let your eyes meet his, but when you do you notice the way his eyes lose their shine.

"How long," he pauses to clear his throat as he sets the paper back on the table.

"Probably a week? Maybe two?" You tell him as you awkwardly grip your sleeve. You've never had to deal with people worrying other than Adam, but now you're bonded. That by itself makes things complicated.

"We can, we can go home and talk about this if you want?" You tell him, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. You notice that your touch causes the tension in his shoulders to dissipate.

"No, no, it's okay. It's just something I will have to get used to," he gives you a small smile trying to be reassuring, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You nod buying it for now, but you know you'll be thinking about this moment later.

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Time seems to go quickly as you spend the rest of the morning going over old news articles and case files, and by the time it's mid afternoon you think together you have a good claim that a ghoul is terrorizing cemeteries in Virginia.

Leaning back in your chair you stretch your arms over your head feeling the way your back cracks. A pleasant sigh leaves your lips as you slouch over the table.

Wonwoo couldn't help but notice the way your shirt rode up ever so slightly revealing the skin of your stomach to him. The wolf in him was pleased at seeing more of your skin, but he was quick to avert his eyes back to a file in front of him. Flipping the article over, he sees a new title. "Cemetery Groundskeeper Missing."

"Hey, do ghouls ever eat living people?" Wonwoo asks in a hushed whisper.

You frown slightly as you recall what you know about these monsters. "I mean it's possible… they normally scavenge for food, but it's possible that they were caught in the act or have a new acquired taste," you answer, as you begin putting the articles back in the boxes.

Wonwoo is quick to follow your lead, most likely knowing that you have more to say but can't in such a public setting.

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Stepping outside the library you glance over your shoulder before hurrying to the back of your car. Popping the trunk open you rifle through your bag looking for a journal that Adam and you had begun filling out from past hunts, and tips from other hunters. Closing the trunk you motion for Wonwoo to get in the car as you toss him the leather-bound book.

Pulling out of the parking lot you begin recalling what you know about ghouls to him.

"There's a chance that this ghoul, or ghouls, are running out of food in the cemetery," you tell him, as you turn off the main road onto the dirt path to the cabin.

Wonwoo can't help the way his eyebrows raise slightly as you begin rattling off theories.

"They aren't nocturnal at all. They just eat any chance they get, and there's a possibility that they don't want to leave whateve home or life they've set up for themselves," you glance at him from the corner of your eye before continuing, "Do you know the abilities a ghouls possess?"

Wonwoo doesn't say anything and you point to the book in his hand.

Opening the cover of the book, he sees two different writings, one that's written pretty neat and one that's definitely a man's chicken scratch. Assuming it was your partner's, he begins flipping through the pages. There's information on demon wards and exorcism. Different ghosts and their weaknesses, things like iron and salt. Wendigos classified as fast hunters that mimic human speech. Each page had a small drawing of what it looked like in folklore. Finally, after flipping a few more pages, he came across the ghoul, a creature that scavenged its food from the flesh and blood of deceased humans. Scanning the page, he reads, "Consuming the flesh of the dead allows them to shapeshift into that person, can be living or dead. Some say that the memories of the eaten are passed onto the ghoul."

Wonwoo can't stop his lip from curling in disgust as he reads more about them. Enhanced strength, agility, and speed. How lovely… Weaknesses - decapitation or blunt force damage to the brain.

He shifts in his seat to face you, "You're not seriously going to go after this thing are you?"

You keep your gaze on the road, but your knuckles tighten ever so slightly on your steering wheel, "Truthfully, I don't know. Hunting alone isn't something I've done in a long time."

Wonwoo sits back in his chair feeling uneasy as nerves dance about his body.

The remainder of the trip home is spent in silence.

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Sitting at the kitchen table you can't help but chew at the skin of your thumb, a nervous tick you thought you had dropped years ago.

"Y'know, you shouldn't pick at your skin like that," Mingyu says, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth and sets a cup of tea in front of you.

"Oh, sorry, and thank you," you tell him, wrapping your hands around the mug.

Pulling out the chair in front of you, Mingyu takes a seat. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, lifting his own mug to his lips.

You can't help but eye the tall wolf in front of you before glancing out the backdoor.

Taking a guess he asks, "Does it have to do with your mate?"

You can't help but shrink in your seat slightly as he hits the nail on the head.

"What about?" He prods, noticing that it might take some effort to get you to talk.

"He's worried about what I do for a living. You know… hunting, especially alone," you whisper. You're not sure why you whispered, or maybe it's as if you spoke it out loud then it might hold some truth to it.

Mingyu nods and the two of you fall into silence for a minute before he speaks again.

"You know, werewolves have a huge need to protect what's theirs. Especially if it's their mate. But I'm not saying that as if you're a possession of Wonwoo, more like it's a need to want and protect you from danger. He's probably pretty nervous about not being able to be there with you if something were to go wrong."

You suck your teeth for a second before asking a new question, "Is the need to protect a loved one that strong?"

Again, Mingyu nods, "A pack mate is one thing, but a person you are soul bound to is another."

"Soul bound, huh," you murmur.

Standing from his chair, Mingyu tells you, "Y'never know, maybe he'd prefer if he could go with you."

You can't help but watch him walk out the back door to join his brothers, as you're left thinking about what choices you need to make. And they need to be made sooner rather than later.

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[dvoz-alternate]

when are you gonna update jeonghan or minghao werewolf fic?? uwu

Hello there, Anon! I have actually moved all of my writing to my main account @harmonie-writes.

So far, the Jeonghan and Minghao haven't been updated yet, but I do plan on getting to those once I finish up with Wonwoo's (:

#dvoz-alternate #harmonie-writes #anon messages #supernatural svt

[onlymingyus]

Bound to You (fall-ing for you collab)

pairing; yoon jeonghan x f!reader 

genre; smut (minors dni), angst, supernatural au, soulmate au

warnings; warlock!jeonghan, wonwoo side character/family member, mentions of magic, curses, death/murder, auras, soulmates, death of parents, complicated family dynamics, borrowed story point from Goblin, protected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), cum eating, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, very light bondage in the form of binding hands/tying to the bed, marking/biting, pet names, aftercare

w/c; 12.9k and some change 

svthub fall-ing for you collab masterlist 

a/n; thank you to @wonwussy and @wooahaeproductions for beta/proofreading -- if you have been following me for a while you might notice this fic is in the same universe as Lavender Tea and Honey. I hope you enjoy this. 

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Jeonghan’s slender fingers run over the pages of the book in front of him as he lifts the cup to his lips. The warm vanilla latte runs down the back of his throat before he settles the cup onto the table, getting lost in his own world once again. 

Two weeks and three days—that was how long Jeonghan had been in this new town. He didn’t hate it but it was different than where he had lived before. He didn’t mind being around his extended family. He was enjoying the benefits of their cafe and the quiet ambiance that came along with the little corner he had stuck himself into but there were reasons he had ended up here. 

Say one thing wrong when you are what Jeonghan and his family are and know the wrong people, you might end up cursed or dead. It wasn’t entirely Jeonghan’s fault that he had the attitude or the mouth that he had. No, those were passed down to him by his parents as parting gifts.

Maybe this would be better in the long run… Jeonghan thought to himself as he traced a small doodle he had scribbled in the margins of his book a few years ago. A fresh start never hurts anyone. A little peace and quiet never hurts anyone. 

“Hi Wonwoo. Can I get —” 

“A chai tea latte?” 

Your laugh is soft and like bells, drawing Jeonghan’s attention up towards the counter. He hadn’t paid much attention to his cousin's work or anyone else ordering but for some reason now he couldn’t look away. Jeonghan watched as you tilted your head at the tall, dark headed barista. It wasn’t like you were flirting with the man; instead, it was clear you were friends. 

“Yeah, please. Am I that predictable?”

Wonwoo grins, turning from you to start making your order. His hands are precise with years of training and muscle memory. You came in almost every day and almost every day you got the same drink. So yeah, you were predictable. 

“You want the truth or do you want me to just make your latte?” 

Jeonghan watches, not realizing a smile had caused his lips to lift at either side. You were effortlessly beautiful. The type of beautiful that someone doesn’t even realize how beautiful they are until someone explains it to them. 

“Mm, my latte. If I want the truth, I’ll visit my family.” 

Sliding the exact change across the wooden counter, you smile at Wonwoo once more before turning to lean against it. The barista laughs as the sound of milk steaming causes you to feel warm from your head to your toes. You loved this cafe. Not just for the drinks but for every part of it—the employees, the other patrons, the sounds, the smells, and the familiarity.  

Hearing Wonwoo’s gentle, deep sigh, you turn back towards him, taking the cup from his hands. With a soft thank you, you turn towards your usual table to find the usual familiarity of your favorite cafe is broken. A man with dark hair and eyes watches you from your usual corner, a slight smile on his lips that makes the pit of your stomach feel deeper. 

The feeling is a confusing one. It wasn’t a feeling of dread. Not even a feeling of fear. Instead, this was a feeling somewhere between anxiety and desire. Smiling back at him, you quickly lower your gaze, deciding to pick a table close to where you usually sit out of the desire to be close to your favorite spot and this unfamiliar man. 

When you smile at him Jeonghan feels his breath get caught in his throat. He was no stranger to women. He knew he was attractive and charming so the fact that you caused such a reaction from him with just a simple smile and your mere existence was baffling. Taking in a deep breath, Jeonghan watches you walk closer towards a table next to him to take a seat. The calming scent of your chai tea latte wafting to his nose causes him to let out a soft sigh as he lowers his eyes to his table in an attempt to not make you feel uncomfortable. 

The overwhelming desire to look up at you, watch you, or perhaps speak to you was causing Jeonghan’s stomach to twist into a knot. Licking his lips, Jeonghan closed his eyes, his fingers shakily spreading across the wooden table in front of him as he tried to bite back on his whims when your voice shocked him out of his trace. 

“Your latte smells delicious. I’m always so tempted to try something new, especially something vanilla, but I’m a creature of habit, I suppose.” 

Smiling into an amused scoff, Jeonghan is ready to answer you before he meets your eyes but that is when any intelligent thought he once had fades into nothingness. He hadn’t noticed it before. Perhaps you were too far away? Perhaps it had been because you hadn’t spoken to him yet but a ribbon like maroon aura was spirling around your left arm and hand. 

“I–what?” 

Furrowing your brows, you wonder if you had read the room entirely wrong when the man speaks to you. He had seemed so confident not a moment before and now he seemed awkward and confused. Swallowing hard, your eyes downward at your own cup, you run your left index finger around the rim of the cup, not having the courage to look back over at him just yet. 

“Just…was talking about your drink. Making conversation. I’m sorry if you wanted to just be alone. You were looking at me; I thought it would be okay to talk to you.” 

Jeonghan shook his head at your words. He didn’t want you to be sorry. The knot in his stomach was so tight, he felt like he could fold in half if he didn’t figure this out. He had seen auras before but they were rare. 

Usually, if witches or warlocks were going to do something unthinkable, they would give off an aura of danger to those who could see them. Humans could give off auras if they were considering ending their lives or if they were bringing new life into the world. Jeonghan had only seen a handful of auras in witches, warlocks, or humans in his entire life, and they had never been focused around someone’s hand like yours was. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave me alone. You just–-it’s really impossible to explain. You were talking about my drink. I get the same one every time too. I’m so used to the taste; it's familiar. What is your name?” 

Smiling a bit to yourself as the man rambles, you take a sip of your drink, letting out a pleased sound to the taste before licking your lips of the sweet foam. You're startled by how handsome the man truly is when you finally lift your head to see his eyes.

“I’m–my name?” You had one—a name. At least you had one up until the moment before you looked up into the man’s eyes. Now you weren’t sure if you remembered how to breathe, much less speak or think straight. 

Jeonghan smiles, feeling himself becoming more enamored with you as you look confused and as scattered as he had felt just a moment ago. Did you feel it too? The sudden, odd connection? Biting at his bottom lip, Jeonghan slides his chair closer to your table, turning it towards you as his fingers delicately trail along the handle of his cup. 

Your eyes are drawn to his fingers; your pretty eyes are almost entranced by the movement as you take a steady breath, seeming to come back to reality. “Y/N. I’m Y/N.” 

You hadn’t asked for his name but Jeonghan didn’t mind. You were looking at him like he was the first and last thing you wanted to see on any given day and he knew the feeling. Taking his own deep breath, Jeonghan glances back down at your fingers and the maroon ribbon of magic swirling around them. 

“I’m Jeonghan. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

Your name on Jeonghan’s lips was better than any music you had heard in a long time. It was reverberating in your ears, causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin. He was so handsome that you were having a hard time keeping your thoughts organized. Everything seemed jumbled, speeding towards him, and at the same time, everything was in slow motion around you. 

“I–” You laugh softly, shyly looking down, before you force yourself to look back at Jeonghan once again and into his pretty dark eyes. “It’s nice to meet you too. I come here all the time, and I feel like I would have seen you here before. Are you new to town?” 

Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan can’t help the way his smile exposes his enthusiasm. He wanted to play it cool and be some attractive man you had met in the coffee shop that you would pine after for weeks. Instead, he couldn’t help feeling like some schoolboy with a crush as his stomach tightened when you smiled back at him.  

Leaning his arm on the table, Jeonghan bites at his bottom lip, drawing your attention towards it briefly before he laughs almost as if he’s trying to consider his next words carefully. His eyes move past you towards the counter where Wonwoo was talking to a customer before he furrows his brows and shakes his head. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve visited before. Many times, actually. My family…extended family owns this shop. Wonwoo is my cousin; it seems like you know him pretty well. I just recently moved here, though. I’ve been spending a little more time here in the shop, at least for the past week or so.” 

That made more sense to you as you nodded along, staying quiet. Your eyes move to Wonwoo, who seems to notice, giving you a friendly smile, only to glance towards Jeonghan with a curious look in his eye. There was a bit of caution laced in his gaze but he didn’t seem to linger, instead going back to his tasks. 

“I see, I was out of town a couple days. I normally come in almost every day to get my drink so I probably would have seen you sooner.” 

You smile again, making Jeonghan swallow hard. There was no way that if you had stepped into this cafe before today, he would have missed you. There could be 100 people surrounding him now and he would find you again. 

Looking down at his own drink, Jeonghan lets out a soft, breathy laugh as you seem to study him, waiting for what he will say next with baited breath. You had never cared that much about anything anyone would say. It wasn’t like you needed a partner. It wasn’t like you came to this cafe or any cafe for that matter, looking for someone to be with. Especially not someone that you needed to speak to you so that you could breathe, but that is how it felt after just fifteen minutes of sitting at a table near Jeonghan. 

“I wish you could have come in sooner...  Fuck, I can’t explain what I’m about to say. I–I swear, I’m not a creep.” 

Almost afraid to meet your eyes, Jeonghan laughs, only to fall silent when you shake your head, letting out your own soft laugh. 

“For some reason, and I really can’t explain why I’m even saying this but I think no matter what you are about to tell me...I think I’ll understand. I sound like a crazy person.” 

Jeonghan shakes his head this time, lifting his eyes to yours to meet them with a persistent look, trying to shake away that feeling from you. You weren’t crazy. He knew crazy; he had met crazy, and that wasn’t you. Crazy couldn’t hide from him. 

"No, you don’t. Not to me. I was going to say I’d like to get to know you better. Could I get your number? I’d like to take you out.” 

Normally, you could hide your enthusiasm about situations. In this sort of situation, your friends would tell you to play it cool and play hard to get. Yet here you were smiling at this handsome man you had just met, like he had asked you to marry him when all he had asked for was your number and the chance to see you again. 

Jeonghan watches you rub your lips together, your pretty smile only dimming slightly with effort before you nod. His eyes follow your hands, the maroon ribbon swirling like water around your fingers as you slide your phone from your purse and look at him expectantly.

“Only if I can have yours too.” 

With numbers exchanged, conversation came easy until drinks were finished and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You had learned more about Jeonghan, yet you still knew nothing. He was still just as much a mystery as he had been when you spotted him at your table but the spiral of nerves and fluttering of butterflies in your stomach begged you for more. 

Keeping his eyes on you as if you were vanishing into thin air, Jeonghan couldn’t help the way his brows knitted together as he watched you return your cup to the counter. His chest felt tight and heavy listening to your voice as you said your goodbyes to Wonwoo, promising to be back tomorrow. Even though Jeonghan knew he had a way to contact you and the promise of plans with you, it was hard to bear the idea of the meeting ending already. 

Turning back to the tables, you stop when you find Jeonghan standing, a similar tightness in your chest, realizing what was happening. Smiling in an attempt to shake off the feeling, you sigh when he moves to meet you halfway, mimicking your sigh. 

“Thank you for letting me sit in your spot, Y/N.” 

Jeonghan smiles as you laugh, walking towards the door beside him. His hand reaching it first so he can push it open for you, the chilly fall air hitting both of you, causing you to shiver and wrap your sweater around yourself a bit tighter. 

“Mm, you’re welcome. You can join me anytime you’d like. The company wasn’t half bad.” 

Biting at your lip, you wrinkle your nose at your attempt at flirting. Your eyes fixed on the sidewalk, as neither of you can bear to make the first move to part from one another just yet. Jeonghan just laughs into a small sigh watching you, his eyes moving over your beautiful face even as you look down from him. He wanted so badly to reach out to tilt your chin up to him so you’d look at him but he finds himself tightening his fist instead to push away the instinct. 

“No? I hope I can keep being “not half bad company” then. Uh, how ‘bout tomorrow? Do you have any plans? Or is that too soon?” 

Finally lifting your head, you smile at Jeonghan like you had before and he feels his heart ache. If he didn’t know any better, he’d call the feeling love. 

“Yeah? I mean, no. I–let me try this again. I would love to see you tomorrow. I do not have any plans, so I would love to spend time with you.” 

Heat creeps along your cheeks as you stumble through your words, Jeonghan’s lips pulling up into a smirk and then a full smile. Stepping closer, he laughs and shakes his head, keeping his eyes on yours. In his mind, you were impossibly perfect. Every stumble of your words was you stumbling right into his life and he was ready to catch you. 

“Then it’s a date. Do you want to meet here tomorrow afternoon? Around 4?” 

Nodding, you take in a breath, finding your knees feel weak with Jeonghan so close to you, even though you are grateful he is blocking the wind. You were happy not to feel as much of the cold air on your face but the overwhelming scent of vanilla was clouding your thoughts and making your mouth water. 

“Mmhm, I’ll be here. I can’t wait.” 

Taking in his own deep breath, Jeonghan nods along with you, Chai invading his senses and making his head swim with desire for you. How hadn’t he noticed before that you even smelled like chai tea? It was delicious and almost overwhelming. 

“I–me either. I should…get going. It’s getting cold. You are going to get too cold standing out here because of me. I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.” 

Swallowing hard Jeonghan speaks before he thinks, his lips and brain not seemingly connected as the scent of you clouds his judgment. Taking a step back, Jeonghan takes in a breath of fresh, crisp air before smiling at you and lowering his head as you watch him bewildered as he walks away, leaving you with your thoughts and how he had called you beautiful. 

Out of nerves, you had gotten to the cafe early. It was even colder so despite wanting to wait for Jeonghan outside, you had to give up on that idea and wait inside, where Wonwoo had quickly put a togo cup in your hands to warm them up. 

“Oh…I–thanks, Wonwoo. I didn’t even tell you I wasn’t staying today.” 

Shaking his head, the barista pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he moved around the counter with a damp cloth in his hand. You smiled at him, watching him clean off a table as you listened to him talk, your eyes moving to the door every time the bell would ring. 

“You are meeting my cousin. He’s pretty prompt, so you have a few minutes. Hang out and get warm before you leave again. I was kinda hoping to talk to you before you met him again.” 

Your smile faded slightly with Wonwoo’s wording, causing you to clear your throat before you brought your drink to your lips and took a sip. Was this one of those be careful and don’t hurt my family kind of talks? You weren’t sure why this was making you so nervous. You liked Wonwoo and he had never made you uncomfortable before, but now you were afraid to disappoint him. 

“Mm, okay? Am I in trouble?” 

Wonwoo’s laugh sends a wave of relief over you but it’s brief and fleeting as he sighs, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. 

“Course not. It’s nothing like that. It’s just... You’re my friend and I just wanted to... Damn, no matter how I say this, it sounds bad so I’ll just say it.” Nodding mostly to himself and gaining the courage to keep speaking, Wonwoo gestures with his cloth before continuing. “Jeonghan is a great guy. He’s my family and I love him but he’s had a rough past. He’s had a hard life at times and I just want you to remember that going into whatever this is you two are doing.” 

Watching from outside through the window, Jeonghan rubs his fingers together inside the pocket of his jacket as you talk to Wonwoo. The conversation seemed casual enough but something Wonwoo said caused your brows to furrow in a way that made Jeonghan’s stomach tighten. 

Wonwoo rubs his lips together, looks over your face and sees how your brows are knitting together as if you were trying to piece together a puzzle right in front of you. He wasn’t trying to scare you away from Jeonghan. He didn’t want his cousin to not find someone to be with; he just wanted you both to be careful and he could see something was moving quickly between the two of you that neither of you understood. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, if I upset you. That is not my intention. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, and I’m certainly not saying not to see Jeonghan…” 

“I’d hope you wouldn’t be saying that, Wonwoo.” 

Jeonghan’s voice seems to break through the tension, pulling you away from Wonwoo, who sighs at meeting his cousin’s gaze. You had almost expected him to be angry at Wonwoo but instead you find him smiling as if it were expected and part of a joke. Wonwoo shakes his head, glancing down at the table in front of him and picking up a tea cup, then turning back towards both of you. 

“I’m not. I’m just talking to my friend. You want a drink to go?” 

Not waiting for his answer, Wonwoo walks behind the counter, leaving you with Jeonghan, who laughs under his breath, rolling his eyes out of slight annoyance. 

“Yeah, please.” 

The sounds of Wonwoo working on Jeonghan’s drink become background music as you swallow hard, finally looking up at your date to find him watching you curiously. His dark eyes move over your face almost as if he were checking you for sighs of pain or injury, though there was clearly no need before he finally smiles, causing you to do the same. 

“Hey, I feel like I’m late.” 

Laughing, you feel warmth rush over your cheeks at Jeonghan’s words. You start to explain yourself when Wonwoo says his name and Jeonghan sighs out "just a second,” leaving you to watch him move to the counter. His hushed voice and Wonwoo’s are enough to tell you that you should mind your own business but you find yourself trying to turn your ear in to hear them better, only being able to catch a word here and there. 

“Just–she’s not like you. She’s not like us. Be careful with her.” 

“I’m not an idiot. Thank you for your concern.” 

When Jeonghan turns back towards you, you put your drink to your lips in an attempt to look as if you hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop on his and Wonwoo’s conversation. Your eyes move from his face to Wonwoo at the counter as the barista shakes his head, muttering something to himself and Jeonghan finally makes his way to you with a long sigh. 

“Ready to go? It’s pretty cold, and the wind is making it even colder. Here…” 

Nodding, you start to speak when Jeonghan offers you his drink, making you tilt your head like a confused puppy. It’s only when you take it that you realize why he offered it to you to hold. His hands move to the jacket zipper, pulling it upwards before he fiddles with your scarf, making sure it is against your neck, keeping you warm and protected against the cold air. 

“Oh…I–thanks.” 

Jeonghan smiles at your softly spoken words, his fingers slipping over yours briefly to take his drink back. Your eyes follow him to the door, where he holds it open for you, gesturing his head towards it and taking in a deep breath of the crisp, fall air. 

“No problem, can’t have my date catching a cold. Wonwoo might kill me.” 

You can tell it’s a joke while also taking a stab at his conversation with Wonwoo but even as you move out onto the sidewalk with Jeonghan, you can’t help but feel bad about the conversation you had shared with his cousin. Chewing on your cheek, you walk beside him for a moment before finally letting out a breath and a whined sound as you speak. 

“I’m sorry… You know if that was my fault? I don’t want you to fight with your family because of me. I know I’m friends with Wonwoo so if that’s too weird and it means you can’t see me or something, I totally get it.” 

Jeonghan’s eyes widen slightly at the whine in your voice, his lips pulling up in a smile as you start to ramble out your apology as well as his “out”. Shaking his head, the man laughs, glancing over at you and lifting his brow curiously. 

“If you think I’m going to let Jeon Wonwoo get in the way of something or someone I want...Y/N, you need to get to know me. Yeah, he’s family, but that’s it. I value family, sure, but blood is just blood. It doesn’t mean everything.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat as Jeonghan watches you, his eyes falling to your lips before they move back to your eyes. He laughs again into another sigh as the two of you turn towards the entrance of the park. Soon, it is just the soft sounds of traffic, quiet, distant conversations, and the crunching of leaves that fill your ears as you walk. 

“Was that too much? The family thing?” 

Shaking your head at Jeonghan’s question, you lift your head to look at him, finding his brows softened. You hadn’t realized the two of you had been walking in silence for a few moments; you had just been lost in thought. 

“No, not at all. Family is complicated. People are complicated. If we weren't, we’d be made of plastic or something.” 

Jeonghan can’t help but scoff in disbelief at how easily you seem to understand him. Nodding, he furrows his brows before leaning his head back towards the sky as he walks beside you. The sky was gray, but the maple trees in the park looked like they were on fire, all red, yellow, and orange. With each new burst of cold wind, more leaves shook loose from their branches, making their way to the earth, reminding Jeonghan of how easy it was to fall. 

You watched Jeonghan for a moment before looking up at the sky yourself. The trees made you smile as the leaves drifted to the ground around you and the man beside you. It was beautiful because, where he saw falling, you saw possibility. 

“The leaves are so pretty, don’t you think? You know, I was told once that maple leaves are special.” 

His eyes falling back to you, Jeonghan stops walking with you. He watches you standing with your eyes towards the sky, your hand out in front of you, a smile on your face as the chilly air brushes by you both. 

“Yeah? Whys that? 

Your smile seems to get bigger at his question and Jeonghan feels that feeling of his heart aching—that sensation of falling in love. You laugh, and your words are spoken with that same laughter, as if you are trying to believe them as much as you are trying to get him to believe them. 

“I was told if you catch a falling maple leaf, you will fall in love with the person you are walking with.” 

Jeonghan smiles at your words, his eyes moving to the falling maple leaves as he reaches out to catch one. 

“Yeah? What if you have already fallen in love with someone and you catch a maple leaf?” 

You shake your head. Another laugh is on your lips when you look at Jeonghan as he catches a maple leaf walking towards you. Falling silent, you press your lips together, feeling your cheeks heat up even as the cold air nips at them like kisses. 

“Well? Do you know the answer to that one?” 

Watching your lips pull up into a smile, Jeonghan offers you the maple leaf as he leans down to brush his lips against yours like a question. Even with his face so close to yours, he meets your eyes as your fingers brush against his, taking the leaf from his fingers before you answer his question by pressing your lips to his. 

The kiss is warm and safe. Nothing feels rushed and yet you feel like if you don’t keep kissing him, you might cry. Jeonghan smiles against your lips when you whine softly, feeling him pull away from you. His thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he leans back to look at you and your wide eyes. 

“I–don’t know the answer to your question.” 

Jeonghan laughs, his hand dropping from yours to lift to your face when you notice something that startles you. Your shocked gasp as you lean back from Jeonghan causes him to look at you, concerned that he has hurt you. 

“What’s on your hand?” 

Shaking his head, Jeonghan looks around for other people, pleased to see the two of you alone when you take his hand and study it. He watches as you run your finger along his left hand, tracing something he couldn’t see but somehow, because of what he had seen with you and what he knew, he had an idea. 

“Tell me what you see, Y/N. I don’t see anything; that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Trust me, okay?” 

Your hands were shaking. Jeonghan knew then that Wonwoo was right; you weren’t like them. Not completely anyway. He had wondered if you had a little magic in you, so in a way, they were both right. 

“It’s impossible. I’m going crazy. It’s like...gold ribbons? Gold ribbons around your wrist, your hand, and your ring finger? Jeonghan…I swear I don't—I'm not insane.” 

Sliding his fingers through yours, Jeonghan shakes his head once more, leading you towards a nearby bench to sit down. Taking the maple leaf from you, he puts it into a small book before putting it back into his pocket and turning to take both of your hands, meeting your eyes. 

“I know you aren’t crazy. I’d never call you insane. I don’t like that word. It’s used far too often for people who can do things that others can’t, for people who can see things others can’t.” Sighing into his next words, Jeonghan smiles at you. “I can explain this to you but it would take time. I would need more time than I have in this park and honestly, what you saw... I'm not even sure what it means.” 

You knew logically that you should be scared of what he was saying about what you had seen, but then there was something about you that made you know there was nothing to be scared of. There was something inside of you telling you that he was telling you the truth and that you could trust him. Taking his hand back into yours, you watch the gold ribbon shimmer along his skin as Jeonghan watches the maroon ribbons on your left hand. 

“I want to understand it.” 

Nodding, Jeonghan reaches up with his free hand to brush his fingers over your cheek. His thumb resting on your cheekbone, the man sighs, hoping he isn’t overwhelming you, feeling like he can’t lose you just as much as he doesn’t want to lose you already. 

“Then I’ll explain it to you. We have time. I’m not planning on going anywhere.” 

Jeonghan’s words were comforting, just as comforting as watching the gold ribbon move around his hand. Smiling, you nod, finally looking up from his hand to meet his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you see more leaves fall and you can’t help but think about how they seem to fall slowly at first when they first leave the branch and then all at once the closer they get to the ground. That was how you felt about Jeonghan, even in a short amount of time. 

Daylight was shorter so by the time Jeonghan walked you back to your apartment building, it was dark. Your fingers were laced with his, the taste of chai in your mouth, though you were beginning to wonder if it was still lingering from the tea you had had earlier or if it was something else Jeonghan needed to explain to you.  

Jeonghan’s eyes moved over the door that seemed to want to take you from him and his fingers tightened to keep you with him for even just a moment longer. He knew it was selfish but he didn’t care anymore. He had already had so much taken from him in his life and now you had been placed in front of him like a gift. Why couldn’t he hold on a little tighter for as long as he could, even if it seemed too quick? 

“I’m beginning to think we should have met at the beginning of the day.” 

Your pretty laughter makes Jeonghan’s heart beat faster as you let go of his hand in place of wrapping your arms around him as if you had known him for years. Taking in a breath as he leans to rest his face against your hair, Jeonghan closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around you in return, feeling that urge to hold on tighter once again. 

“Next time, we will meet at the crack of dawn. I can learn about your entire life.”  

Jeonghan smiles against your hair before shaking his head. He would tell you anything, even things he didn’t want to but he wanted to know about you. He wanted to be part of your life and your family. He wanted to keep his family here but now there was you. There were those ribbons. 

“Mmm, I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know, Angel.” 

You smile, moving to nuzzle your nose against Jeonghan’s neck, when he calls you Angel. You hadn’t expected him to call you something like that. First, it had been beautiful and now, Angel? He really knew how to sweet talk you. 

Feeling the warmth of your cheek against your skin, Jeonghan laughs, leaning back to look down at you. His fingers press into your jacket, wishing he could get closer to you, touch your skin, and be skin against your skin. 

“What? You like that? Angel?” 

Jeonghan watches you nod shyly, causing him to laugh. You were perfect and you were his; at least that was how he felt. At least that was what he wanted. Swallowing hard, Jeonghan couldn’t fight his urge to kiss you again. He had to do it at least once more before he left. 

When Jeonghan’s lips meet yours this time, you can’t help the soft moan that slips from between yours. Between how warm the kiss felt and the gentle brush of his tongue against your upper lip, you find your knees going weak, needing his arms to keep you upright. 

Furrowing his brow at your reaction, Jeonghan tightens his grip on you, deepening his kiss. He becomes braver, daring to let his tongue explore your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, causing goosebumps to erupt along his skin when the taste of vanilla spreads along his taste buds. You were unlike anyone he had ever been with in his entire life. 

It is almost painful when Jeonghan forces himself to kiss you one last time, knowing he's saying goodnight. One last chaste kiss that lingers before he pulls away, watching your smile fade even slightly as he does. Jeonghan smiles still, brushing his nose against yours as you speak softly. 

“Would it be weird to tell you that you taste like chai?” 

Laughing Jeonghan shakes his head, leaning to rest his forehead against yours as your fingers slide into his jacket to get as close to his skin as possible through the layers of his shirts. 

“No, I was going to tell you that you taste like vanilla.” Sighing, Jeonghan then lets out a groan almost in pain when he leans back to stand up straight. “I guess I should say goodnight. Your cheeks and nose are getting really cold standing out here.” 

You laugh, furrowing your brows, learning that you taste like vanilla, only to frown when Jeonghan says he should say goodnight. You knew that he was right. You were cold; you were starting to shiver but you wanted to say you didn’t mind. You wanted to say, “Come upstairs?" and so you did. 

Jeonghan swallows hard at your request. He knew he should be the gentleman and say no. He should politely decline and come back another day. He shouldn’t go upstairs until the two of you know each other much better than you do now but looking at you now, Jeonghan can only nod. 

Two flights of stairs and a few seconds of fumbling with your keys out of nerves later, you stood in your living room with Jeonghan. Jackets and shoes discarded, you watched as he looked around at your life. A smile was on his handsome face as he moved to look at pictures of you with your friends and family. Hushed comments about how beautiful you are and how you looked like you had so much fun and were so loved. 

“Yeah…I’m pretty lucky, I guess. I’ve been here my entire life so I’ve always had them. I wanna know about you, though…You said you’d tell me if I asked. You said you could explain this?”

Moving back to Jeonghan, you lift his left hand, showing it to him. Though he couldn’t see the golden ribbons, they still spiraled around his hand, just like the maroon ones moved around yours. Jeonghan’s fingers flex before he sighs, furrowing his brows, leading you towards your couch to sit down. 

“Not going to run away from me or kick me out?” Laughing, he watches you shake your head no, a sweet smile on your curious face even though the nerves were eating him from the inside out. 

“Uh, ok, well, here goes. I–” 

Holding up his finger, Jeonghan leans from you to reach into his jacket, lying on the nearby armchair, to take out the book he had stored your leaf in. You watch as he opens it, offering you the leaf once again before placing the book on his leg. 

“If my mother was still alive and she knew I was showing this to someone who wasn’t a witc–well, someone who wasn’t fully… Fuck how do I even say this?” 

Turning the leaf in your fingers, you furrow your brows, hearing that Jeonghan’s mother isn’t alive, only for them to deepen when he struggles to find his words. Shaking your head, you lean to put the leaf on the table, moving to slide your legs under you so you can turn towards him, resting your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating hard and quick in his chest. 

“You do it at your pace and truthfully? I swear to you, I’m not going to run away from you or be afraid. Jeonghan, your hand is glowing gold, so if you are about to tell me magic is real, I think you are a little late. I think you are a wizard, Harry.” 

Jeonghan stares at you for a moment before starting to laugh. You watch, amused but also concerned, until he finally calms down and shakes his head. 

“Did–did you just quote Harry Potter to me?” 

You nod, and Jeonghan scoffs lightly, leaning to kiss you softly, shaking his head as he leans back, feeling his chest lighten as his heartbeat slows and the panic subsides slightly. 

“I don’t know how the fuck I got lucky enough to meet you. I certainly don’t deserve you.” You start to speak and Jeonghan shakes his head, lifting his hand to stop you. “I–please, it’s how I feel. I can explain it.” 

You didn’t agree with him. There was nothing he could do or could have done to make you agree with him. Furrowing your brows, you want to comfort him but you aren’t sure how so instead, you press your fingers against his chest and just listen. 

“Yeah, magic is real. It’s not what they have in Harry Potter. Most of that is bullshit. But I’m a warlock; I was born that way. Anyone with magic is born that way. I think you were born that way too.” 

Leaning your head back, you scoff, causing Jeonghan to lift his left hand, letting you see the gold spirling around his hand. Your brows soften and Jeonghan knows his point was taken, allowing him to continue. 

“Perhaps not to the degree of some witches but everyone has a little magic in them. All humans, just a little bit. Deja vu is magic…but you there is a little more—fuck,  maybe a lot more. We can figure that out together, okay?” 

You just nod, feeling your heart quicken at the idea of having some magical potential. You had always wanted to believe in magic. That was something that any little girl or boy would want to believe in but you had never truly let go of it and now it was staring you in the face. 

“This…” Jeonghan gestures to the book on his lap, “is my grimoire. I’ll let you look through it later. It’s really personal to each warlock and witch. We can start you one, if you want, once we figure out what’s going on with you.” 

Jeonghan glances at you once again, watching you press your lips together. He knew it was a lot of information, even if it was just basic things. He didn’t want to overwhelm you but you had asked. Flipping a couple of pages, Jeonghan sighs and taps the page, causing you to gasp lightly as some words shimmer and then fade back to normal ink. 

“Some warlocks or witches have little things about them. My mom could transfigure into her familiar form. My dad could perfect any potion that he tried on the first try. I–I can see auras.” 

Glancing down at your hand, Jeonghan slides his fingers over your hand, tracing the ribbons as you watch him. 

“Auras? Like, you know when someone is good or bad?” 

Tilting his head back and forth, Jeonghan purses his lips, trying to think of how to describe it before he looks up at you. 

“It’s more than that and it’s rare. I can’t always see them and they aren’t always that simple. I saw an aura in a warlock who visited my house when I was little. It was dark green and it scared me. I didn’t know what it meant.” 

You watch as Jeonghan looks down at his grimoire, your eyes scanning over the Latin that you don’t understand as his voice shakes slightly. 

“I should have asked my parents because I had to find out later that dark green auras mean not only greed but to the point of ill intent. That warlock cursed my parents and a few weeks later they were both gone.” 

Feeling your heart tighten with Jeonghan’s grief, you look up at his face as a soft "oh" slips from your lips. You aren’t sure what to say and Jeonghan understands by just shaking his head and whispering that it’s okay. 

“When I said that I don’t deserve you, Y/N…I mean that because there is a reason that Wonwoo was telling you to be careful around me. There is a reason I moved here. I saw my own aura.” 

Sliding your hand over Jeonghan’s left, you tighten your grip on his and he feels the warmth spread through his arm, though he doesn’t have the courage to look at you, feeling like if he tells you the truth, he will lose you. 

“I searched for that warlock until I found him and followed him for months last year. I had decided that I would do it indirectly. That’s worse, you know? Cursing someone else to kill someone.” Jeonghan swallows hard, nodding to his own words, feeling your eyes on him even if you don’t speak. 

“My aura was black in the mirror. Pitch black, and I knew that was death and it should have scared me from doing it but I did it anyway.” 

Lifting your hand from his, you turn Jeonghan’s face towards you, tears running down his cheeks. You watch him close his eyes in an attempt to hide his shame, even as you push away his tears with your thumb.  

“Jeonghan…Did you come here to start over?” 

Nodding, Jeonghan keeps his eyes closed, leaning into your palm. The brush of your fingers like the rungs of a ladder helped him climb out of the darkness of the hole that he had been in for far too long. 

“Then start over. I don’t care about what you did. I care about your past but not that. Open your eyes and look at me.” 

Slowly opening his eyes, Jeonghan meets yours, almost afraid that you will be angry with him despite your words but instead he finds you looking at him lovingly. A sigh of relief escapes between his lips and Jeonghan turns his head to press his lips to your palm, whispering, “Thank you.” 

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the story of Jeonghan’s past lingering like a breath before the weight is gone and Jeonghan can smile seeing the ribbons on your hand once again. 

“You have an aura on your hand. I think that’s what you are seeing too, on mine.” 

It is your turn to tilt your head as Jeonghan turns to sit towards you, offering you his hands and trying to explain the ribbons. The words on his lips seem to fall short when you gasp while watching the gold of his finger extend towards your finger and a ribbon of a different color come into view on your own hand. 

“Holy shit…you can see that?” 

Jeonghan watches you nod, your mouth open in awe, as his own hand spirals with gold. You watch as your hand shimmers with maroon warmth, extending up your arm and into your chest. Moving his hand from yours, Jeonghan scoffs in disbelief as the gold ribbon from his hand extends from his finger to meet the maroon trailing from yours, tethered. 

“What does it mean?” 

Jeonghan laughs at first, shaking his head. He wanted to be able to tell you something that sounded less like a fairytale but all he had was magic. Jeonghan recalled being young and his mother telling him about soulmates and how they were incredibly rare. How some witches and warlocks were very lucky and were tethered to another witch or warlock. 

“Do you believe in soulmates?” 

Furrowing your brows, you smile at Jeonghan’s words. You wanted to laugh and shake your head, tell him no, but instead you feel it in your heart that you do believe. You believe full heartedly. You hadn’t before. You hadn’t believed in anything like that or love at first sight and now here you were staring at him. 

“Yeah…I do.”

That hadn’t been what Jeonghan had expected. Your words were welcomed but they had thrown him off. He hadn’t expected you to accept him as a warlock or to accept him past and now you were accepting him as your soulmate? You took his breath away. 

“Yeah?” 

You smile and nod as Jeonghan smiles too sliding his hand along yours, the ribbons fading into your skin. Gold and maroon meshing and becoming invisible to the naked eye. You could feel they were still there if you wanted to but right now you didn’t need to see or feel the ribbons to know Jeonghan was yours. 

“Shit–I…this is not how I thought today would go.” 

Jeonghan’s words are spoken on a breathy groan as you slide across his lap to sit across his leg. His hands working their way along your thighs towards your hips feeling your body against his for the first time. It was familiar in a way that shouldn’t make sense. 

“I trust you. I–don’t understand any of this, not really but god that’s all I know, Jeonghan. I trust you and in my heart all I know is you’re mine.” 

It was what he had known and had been afraid to let himself accept all day. You were his. He had felt bad for thinking it, feeling it but there had been a reason. You were his. You were born his. 

Groaning at the feeling of your hips sliding over his, Jeonghan leans his head back, trying to keep his cool, unsure of how quickly you want this to go despite your words, “I trust you,” echoing in his mind. 

“Baby…fuck. You’re mine, I know. If you don’t…I’m trying to be good. Let me kiss you.” 

You wanted him to kiss you but you didn’t want Jeonghan to be good. You wanted more than that and you could feel that he didn’t want that either. You knew it was fast but that didn’t matter. Sliding your hand along Jeonghan’s arm, your nails scratching at his skin, you lean down to brush your lips over his hearing and feel his hiss into your mouth before he mutters against your lips. 

“I said I’m trying to be good.” 

“And I said I trust you.” 

You had lit a fire in Jeonghan and now you were fanning it hotter with your kisses. He remembered how much he had wanted to touch your skin while standing outside of your apartment. How many layers of clothes had been in his way and now here you were sitting in his lap, his fingers pushing your shirt up your back so that his skin could finally brush over yours. It was like pure electricity connecting you to him. 

Jeonghan smirks against your lips when you moan into his mouth. His hands pull you down by your waist over his hardening erection trapped in his jeans. Your leggings were allowing you to feel every bump and ridge of his jeans and how his cock had gotten hard for you so quickly between your legs. 

“Please…please… touch me, Jeonghan.” 

His brows furrowing, his lips pursing into a silent groan, Jeonghan feels his cock twitch in his jeans when you beg him to touch you. It was beautiful, and you were beautiful. He could listen to you say that all night long. He wanted to listen to you beg for him until the sun came up and maybe even longer. 

“I am touching you. See, don't you feel my hands?" 

You whine, squirming on Jeonghan’s lap, feeling his fingers under your shirt as he trails them along your back. It wasn’t what you wanted and you knew that he knew that. The smirk in his voice told you that. Sliding your hands along his chest, you lean back to look into Jeonghan’s eyes, your voice full of want to the point where you almost sound like you could cry. 

“Touch me everywhere. Take me to bed.” 

Jeonghan had half a mind to make you beg him again but your lips brushed over his and then his cheek, causing him to lose his resolve. He laughs under his breath before nodding, feeling you slip from his lap to take his hand. The warm feeling of magic, ribbons tangling and spinning around your hands and fingers, makes Jeonghan take a moment to pause before he finally does stand, letting you lead him toward your bedroom. 

The scent of vanilla and chai overwhelms him for a moment as he watches you take a step away from him. Your pretty smile enraptures him as his eyes follow you backwards to your bed. Jeonghan breathes out your name, taking a step towards you before stopping to glance at your bedside table. Three candles are placed in a triangle, each a different color. 

“Do you want me to light them?” 

Your voice is soft and sweet, almost innocent in your question. You clearly didn’t know what they were or what you had been using them for. 

“I can, Ignis.” 

The Latin word is half whispered and half just a breath but each candle flutters to life with it, causing you to gasp with wonder. Jeonghan smiles at your reaction, moving closer to step between your legs, his fingers once again sliding to the end of your shirt but this time he drags it up your torso, urging you to lift your arms so he can pull it over your head as he speaks. 

“Why did you pick those colors? White, red, and pink?” 

Shrugging, you shake your head, biting at your bottom lip as your shirt leaves your fingertips. Jeonghan’s eyes are searching your face before he glances down at your body. His fingers glide along your shoulder as his eyes follow until he looks back into your eyes. Your back arches to the feeling of his hand running over your spine, a small laugh slipping from between your lips as his fingers make quick work of your bra clasp, causing the straps to slip from your shoulders. 

“I just like the colors. They look pretty together.” 

Jeonghan gives you a skeptical look. His fingers trailing back along your shoulder to guide your bra strap further down your arm as you let it fall from you completely. 

“God, you are so beautiful, Angel. Lay back on the bed for me?” 

You watch Jeonghan drop your bra onto the floor on top of your shirt as you scoot back onto your bed. His eyes follow you, listening to your steady breath while his hands move to his own clothes. You find yourself being jealous of his hands while also enjoying watching him undress himself. You wanted to run your hands over his skin but you also knew you’d get your chance. You knew you’d only get this chance once. Seeing him like this, undressing for you for the first time, only once.

Jeonghan runs his fingers through his hair as he drops his shirt onto the growing pile of clothes, a sigh on his lips. His eyes glance over you as you lay half naked on the bed in front of him. He wanted to get you out of your leggings and panties to be between your legs but he was going to savor this. He wanted to savor all of it, every discovery. 

“I think it’s more than you liking the colors together.”

Shaking your head, you give Jeonghan a confused look. Your fingers slide along your stomach towards your breast as his slender fingers undo his belt and jeans, pushing them door. Jeonghan smirks, his dark eyes following your fingers every move as he kicks his pants from his legs and repeats the process with his boxers. 

“White candles represent new beginnings. Like a blank canvas. Red, well, that’s an intense color and an intense candle choice, especially paired with white and pink.”

Sitting up, you whine softly, somewhere mixed between Jeonghan’s name and a moan as you see him fully. His body was perfectly sculpted, from his head to the toes. You feel your mouth all but water as your eyes shamelessly look over his cock, hard and leaking for you. While you were listening to him about your candles, you also wanted him in your bed. You wanted his mouth on you, his hands on your body, and him inside of you. 

“I know, Angel. I’m right here. Be a good girl for me…be patient.” 

Jeonghan walks beside your bed, his fingers trailing along your hand and arm as you reach out for him. A smirk on his lips as you try to hold on to him, only for him to keep just far enough away. Without asking, as if he had been in your room a hundred times, Jeonghan opens your nightstand drawer and tilts his head. You watch as he sighs softly, pushing a couple things to the side before opening a box of condoms and taking one out. 

“The red candle represents fire. It means protection, strength, and courage, but also lust and power. So it’s fitting for a bedroom. I keep one in mine as well. 

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and desire at Jeonghan’s words. Your eyes are fixed on him as he lays the silver square on the nightstand before finally looking at you and resting his knee on the bed to hover over you. Jeonghan’s fingers glide over your stomach and his touch feels like the fire he had been talking about. It’s almost as hot as a candle to your skin but you arch towards it, begging for more as his fingers splay out, inching towards the top of your leggings. 

“Pink is an interesting choice next to red. It’s like the flip side of the coin. It’s the candle I would choose for you. It represents tenderness, compassion, and acceptance. If you were a candle, you’d be a pink candle.” 

Sucking on your lips, you let go with a small moan as Jeonghan’s fingers dip below the waistband of your leggings. He watches as you lift your hips, your head shaking slowly to his words, before you smile and push your head back into your pillows. 

“So I’m a pink candle and you are red?” 

Tilting his head, Jeonghan purses his lips, adjusting his fingers into the elastic of your panties as he tugs your leggings down. Jeonghan finally smirked once again, dropping the rest of your clothes off the side of the bed as he answered you. 

“That’s a good way of saying it. Do you still trust me?” 

Sliding his fingers along the side of your face, Jeonghan stops to rest his thumb against your cheekbone as you look up at him. He knew the answer before you even spoke, but hearing your soft "yes" made his heart beat quicker and his cock jerk against your thigh. You were so innocent and his. 

“Mm, yeah? If you ever want me to stop, I want you to say so, okay? I want to try something.” 

Jeonghan was moving away from you again, causing you to whine but he didn’t go far. You watch as he picks up your silk scarf from a chair near your bed. You hadn’t given much thought to the scarf in some time; the deep red accessory had been worn a handful of times before you had tossed it on the chair, out of sight and out of mind. 

“Hands above your head. I promise, I’ll be gentle. I just want to see…just how much you trust me. Is that bad of me?” 

He watches as you shake your head, your arms lifting so that you can cross your wrists above your head. Jeonghan’s breath hitches as your fingers wrap around the wrought iron headboard slot. The cold iron under your fingers causes your skin to erupt with goosebumps as you watch the man in front of you curiously. 

“It’s not bad. I said I trusted you. I know you won’t hurt me.” 

Shaking his head, Jeonghan smiles a bit at your words, moving to his knee on the mattress next to you. You were right; he’d never hurt you. Not in any way you wouldn’t enjoy it, and certainly not in a way you wouldn’t like it if he could help it. 

“This is why you are the pink candle. So tender and trusting. You have your white light around you and yet... you choose a maroon scarf and your arua is the same color? What’s hiding inside of you, my angel?” 

Jeonghan’s fingers glide over your skin as he loops the silk around your wrists and finally around the slot between the headboard, loosely tying you to the bed. You were a vision to behold like this, laid out bare and vulnerable for him. So perfectly innocent, yet as he met your eyes, a small smirk played at your lips. 

“Oh? Is there something I am going to like when I go looking? Something you might not be able to keep hidden once I’m between your legs?” 

With his hand trailing along your side, Jeonghan slowly moves backwards on the bed towards your feet but he keeps his eyes on your face. He didn’t expect an answer but he didn’t need one. The way your breath hitched when his fingers traced over your hip and grazed just shy of your pussy answered the question just as well as anything you could have said out loud. 

“Spread your legs for me…” 

Closing your eyes, you feel a rush of embarrassment wash over you at Jeonghan’s words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him between your legs or that you wouldn’t do as he asked; it was that he wanted you to do it for him. He wanted to see you; all of you lay bare in front of him and you could feel how wet you were. You could feel it running between your legs and on to the comforter beneath you, almost as if someone had left a faucet dripping overnight. 

“Baby…spread your legs. I won’t force them open. Not tonight, not this time.” 

Jeonghan slides his hands along your shins to your knees, watching you consider his words before you let out a slow breath and let your legs fall open in front of him. His eyes drift down your body and fall to either side of him as he moves to kneel between your thighs with a groan. 

The candlelight was just enough light for Jeonghan to see how wet you were and he couldn’t help himself. Leaning forward, Jeonghan mutters how beautiful you are as he brushes his fingers between your folds, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. Using what had dripped on his fingers, Jeonghan rubbed his fingers and thumb together before pressing his thumb against your clit, his middle finger sliding back towards your already throbbing entrance. 

“This okay?” 

He didn’t have to ask. Once again he knew the answer from the way your body was reacting and the moan that spliled from between your pretty lips but he wanted to hear it this time. It was important. It was the first time and it was going so fast. 

Pulling at the headboard, the scarf bites into your wrist gently as you feel Jeonghan’s middle finger circle your pussy when he asks for permission. Nodding you whine out yes pushing your hips towards his finger in order to get what you want. You wanted more than just his fingers. You wanted Jeonghan’s mouth, his fingers, his cock. If it were possible to have it all at the same time, maybe then you’d be satisfied. 

“More…I can take more. Don’t be so gentle.” 

Jeonghan smiles against your knee as he leans to rest his cheek against your leg. His finger is slowly working into you as your walls clench around his single finger. You were greedy. There was the red candle. There was how you were like him. 

“You want me to leave marks on you? Remind you who was in your bed when I finally go home? Is that it, Angel?” 

Working a second finger into your gummy walls, Jeonghan groans, hearing your whines as you nod and beg him for more. He had never felt like this with anyone else in bed or in a relationship. There had been others in the past. The sex had been intense but there was never this much passion or this much territorial instinct. 

He wouldn’t fool himself into thinking he was the first person you had ever been with. He wouldn’t even ask you. Instead, he would fuck you so hard and good that you’d forget their names. He would erase them from your memories so that even if he did ask one day, you’d only be able to say, “I think there was someone…” 

Arching your back from the bed as Jeonghan’s third finger slides into you, you cry out in pleasure. His mouth latching onto your thigh hard, somewhere between a bite and a kiss. You can feel the way your skin is going to bruise under his mouth and yet you want spots like that one to paint your entire body like a map that you can revisit in the morning. 

“So–I’m so close. Don’t stop…” 

Your words cause Jeonghan to smirk against your leg. His tongue runs the length between the love bite and your mound before he replaces his thumb with his tongue. Your mind was hazy with bliss. You were right on the edge when….nothing. Jeonghan kisses your folds but his fingers slide from you, leaving your thighs trembling—your first orgasm taken from you. 

“No…no no no… why?” 

A quiet laugh and warm breath fanning against your wet folds draw your eyes downward, though you aren’t able to lift your body enough as you strain against silk and iron. Jeonghan lifts his brow at you, his fingers lazily playing with his spit and the wetness dripping from your wanting pussy as you whine at him confused. 

“You beg so beautifully. Nothing worth having was given so easily. Try again, Y/N.” 

Throwing your head back against the pillow you close your eyes feeling Jeonghan’s fingers slipping back into you slowly, one by one. The pressure slowly beginning to build once again. He wanted you to beg? You could beg for something you wanted, especially when it was him. When it was this. 

Jeonghan groans to the taste of you, his tongue running along your folds to his fingers before he finally wraps his lips around your clit sucking lightly. You were panting his name and begging under your breath but it wasn’t enough just yet. He could get you to do more. With a curl of his finger, brushing the spongy spot on the roof of your walls, Jeonghan smirks, his tongue resting against the throbbing bundle of nerves at his mouth as you cry out his name loudly. 

“Oh fuck! Jeonghan! Please? I need it. Please? Please, can I cum? Let me cum for you. I’ve been good. I can be better. I–ah! Please!” 

Your words were urgent. Tears fell over the rims of your eyes from feeling overwhelmed and the pleasure that ripped through your body as Jeonghan finally gave you what you wanted Groaning against your pussy, he buries his fingers in you deeply over and over again until finally the floodgates keeping your orgasm back break. 

Jeonghan’s warm, soft, wet tongue runs to your entrance, collecting your cum on his tongue as he moans in appreciation. His hands slide under your body to pull you closer to his face as he eats you out as if you were his last meal. Alternating between his tongue and his lips, Jeonghan takes his time to clean you of every last drop of cum as your thighs tremble around his head, your muscles screaming from overstimulation by the time he is finished. 

Moving between your legs, Jeonghan smiles, reaching up to wipe his hand along his mouth and chin as you look up at him with lustful eyes. There was what he had been searching for. That look in your eyes. 

Reaching towards the nightstand, Jeonghan swipes the condom from it, bringing the corner of the silver square to his lips as you watch him catch your breath. Carefully, he rips the foil open as if he’s done it a hundred times, making you roll your eyes playfully. Jeonghan grins, the latex in hand, his eyes moving from yours only for a moment as he reaches between your body and his to roll the condom onto his length as he speaks into a groan. 

“What? Was that too cheesy?” 

“You reminded me of a college fuckboy, but I think I might love you anyway.” 

Your words stop Jeonghan from moving and cause his breath to hitch in his throat. He had hinted at it earlier in the park. The leaf had fallen within his reach and you had mentioned the story about catching them and falling in love…But what if you were already in love with who you were walking with? 

Lifting his eyes to meet yours, Jeonghan finds you looking away. You had clearly realized what you had said and you were trying to hide your face without the use of your hands. Your fingers were straining against the silk that kept you bound to the bed but he didn’t need you bound to the bed anymore. 

Using his right hand, Jeonghan quickly unties the scarf, letting you pull your hands from the headboard but he is quick to catch them before you can cover your face. You watch as he shakes his head, lifting your left hand to his lips to press a kiss to your fingers as he does. 

No, he didn’t need you bound in anyway, except to him, which you already were. The maroon ribbons of magic swirling around your fingers again caused a glow against his lips as he let them rest there but you could see how the fibers of the ribbon trailed off and down to the bed where his left hand rested next to your body. 

“You think you love me?” 

Swallowing hard, you feel your heart beating hard and fast in your chest. You knew that Jeonghan could feel it against his own skin as he lay on top of you. There was no point or reason for you to lie, so you nod. 

“Yes.” 

Jeonghan smiles, pressing another kiss to your fingers. His hand slides along your arm until he lets go of it completely, instead of trailing his hand along your leg to your knee. Pulling it up to his hip, Jeonghan groans, leaning down to brush his lips against yours as he rolls his hips towards yours. Your soft moan fans hot breath against his mouth when you feel his cock press against your folds but not quite hard enough to push into you just yet. 

“I think I knew that I loved you the moment I caught that maple leaf. You were and are so beautiful. You were smiling up at the sky and the stupid trees and I was jealous of them. Then you were telling me about this fairytale..." 

Whispering Jeonghan’s name, you start to tell him that you love him again but fall short when the head of his cock finally gets the perfect angle and he is able to slowly thrust into you. Jeonghan closes his eyes, his fingers digging into your skin at your hip, feeling your warm walls clenching around him with each slow inch that you take inside of you. 

“Fuck…baby. You feel so good. I–god…You were telling me about falling in love and leaves and I was falling in love with you. I fell in love with you because we were born for one another. You were born to be mine. No one elses.” 

And he would never let anyone else have you. Not now, not ever, Jeonghan thought to himself as he bottomed out into you for the first time. Your hand sliding along his waist to rest on his back, pulling him closer to you as you gasped out a moan, feeling full of him. 

While Jeonghan’s words and the magic of it all didn’t make complete sense, what did was the feeling that he was describing. You knew it too. You knew it the moment he walked away the first time at the cafe. That man was yours. This man…is yours. 

Scratching at his skin lightly, you nod and mutter his name on a moan before throwing your head back, feeling pleasure rush through you when Jeonghan starts to pick up his pace and deepen his thrusts. He was beginning to learn about you. He could feel it now, every time your pussy would tighten around his cock if he moved just the right way. So he would move that way again and then purposely make you wait before he would do it all over again, just so he could listen to you cry his name against his lips. 

“Are you gonna cum for me again?”

Nodding, you wrap your hand around the back of Jeonghan’s neck, trying to keep his mouth near yours but he laughs at your instance. There was your greed that he loved so much. He wasn’t leaving you. He would kiss you every day for the rest of your shared life together but right now…he wanted to watch you fall apart on his cock for the first time. 

“Angel, I love how you cry for me like this. Is it that good? You like my cock that much?” 

His words were making you feel shy but still, you nodded and whined out a yes as tears ran down your cheeks. The pressure of your orgasm building in your abdomen as Jeonghan reaches between your legs to circle his thumb around your clit only causes your thighs to tremble even harder. 

“Ah…Jeonghan! Please…” 

The last of your words are whispered, almost tearfully between a moan and a sob, as you try to keep your orgasm at bay, though it hurts to try. Jeonghan hisses back his own groan. His climax is on the edge, barreling behind yours as he tightens his grip on your thighs, thrusting into you harder and pushing your head towards the headboard with each powerful thrust. 

“Cum baby. Do it… I’m not going—fuck, I’m right behind you.” 

Your hands clench on the bedding under you as you tightly close your eyes, seeing white the moment your orgasm washes over you for the second time. The intensity of pleasure is so intense for you and Jeonghan as you clench around him like a vice that any attempts he has at holding himself back are futile. 

Jeonghan groans, feeling warm, thick cum spill into the condom with one final thrust before he falls over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You are grateful for the weight of his body as you come down from your high. Your legs slowly stop shaking as Jeonghan’s hand runs along the length of your outer thigh. His lips work soft, tender kisses along the span of your neck before he makes it to your lips, catching his breath on the way. 

Smiling against your lips, Jeonghan knows he has pulled you. He knows he has to take care of the condom and that he needs to get you cleaned up but when you smile back against his lips he can’t make himself move just yet. Instead, he runs his fingers from the side of your face and neck to the back of your head, pulling you closer to his mouth. The kiss never rushed, feeling like it took your breath away while also giving you all you would ever need to survive, up until the moment Jeonghan finally pulled back to whisper against your lips. 

“I love you.” 

You had a feeling he would say the words. The two of you had been playing around with the words the entire time. You knew how fast it was. You knew how crazy it was but how crazy could it be when there was something bigger than both of you telling you it was meant to be? 

For your entire life, there had only been a handful of people you had ever spoken those three words too and meant them completely. Now you knew that as you said them to Jeonghan, you meant them for the rest of your life. 

“I love you too.” 

Closing his eyes for a moment, Jeonghan takes in the feeling of hearing the words on your lips. His fingers slide along the back of your head and over your hair before he kisses you once more and pulls from you at last. You watch with fond curiosity as he takes care of himself, disposing of the condom, cleaning up the wrapper, and moving towards your bedroom door, searching for something. 

“What are you looking for?” 

Sighing into a yawn, Jeonghan stretches his left arm above his head to feel the muscles in his back extend, knowing all the while that your eyes were taking in every inch of his skin. He had no reason to feel shy or embarrassed after what had happened. In fact, he was loving every moment of your eyes on his bare skin; he was taking pride in your enjoyment of him. 

“Your bathroom. I wanted to start a bath or shower for us. Something…” 

Sliding up in the bed, you smile, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you watch Jeonghan as he finally turns back to look at you. There was still so much to learn about one another but you knew there were many hours left in the night and many years left for the rest of your life. 

“Next door on the right. I’d prefer a bath.” 

Nodding, Jeonghan glances towards the door you mentioned before looking back at you fondly. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire life at that moment. The moonlight shining on you from the window, the candle light in the reflection of your eyes, and that maroon arua around your hand that signified you were his. 

“Then a bath is what you get, Angel.” 

You follow Jeonghan for as long as you can with your eyes until he is out of your view. Just the sounds of water filling the tub and his humming as you lean back on your bed, lifting your hand to look at the magic swirling around your hand. All that maroon and a spot of gold at the tip of your left finger to let you know he was bound to you. 

“This is crazy.”

You laugh at your own hushed words, lifting your other hand to run it over your fingers. You don’t notice as Jeonghan comes back into the room, leaning against the doorframe for a moment to watch you. 

“No, it’s just a little magic, baby.”

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#jeonghan smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svthub.collab #jeonghan angst #seventeen angst #svt smut #jeonghan x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen supernatural #seventeen soulmate au

[spiltinksky]

Wonwoo: You think you're funny?

Soonyoung: I think I'm adorable.

#wonwoo #soonyoung #incorrect kpop quotes #incorrect seventeen #incorrect svt #hoshi #incorrect svt quotes #kpop #svt #seventeen #incorrect quotes #incorrect kpop #seventeen incorrect quotes #svt incorrect quotes #source: supernatural #source: spn

[kingdokyeom]

Hoshi: I'm sorry for psychologically scarring you.

Dino: Which time?

#source: supernatural #seventeen #incorrect kpop quotes #seventeen incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect seventeen #seventeen quotes #hoshi #dino #soonyoung #lee chan #svt chan #soonchan

[thetypingpup]

Imagine puppy!you seducing vampire!joshua. You spend a considerable amount of time getting ready, putting on the new lingerie you just bought. The lace slip is completely see through, complimenting your skin and hugging your body in all the right ways. The garment matches your garters and gives your breasts the perfect lift, fitting to the curve of your waist before stopping to give a full view of your thighs, you ass peeking out invitingly. But most importantly, it exposes your neck and much of your chest. You put on your collar for good measure, the aquamarine gems standing out atop the fine metal links of the band. The tag sits perfectly between your collarbones, a pendant complete an oval cut gem in your favorite color, bordered with aquamarine with your guardian's names etched on the back. You spritz on just a dash of perfume, something you know will enhance your natural scent just right, before sauntering into his room.

He stops short as he sees you laid out on the bed, standing frozen in the doorway. You can't keep the smug grin off your face as you take in his demeanor change, "You look positively delectable, my dear. Tell me, did you do all this for me?"

You shrug, feigning noncomittance, sitting up on the edge of the bed. You purposefully sit up on your knees, making sure his eyes are drawn to the way your garters stretch around your thighs, placing your hands on his shoulders as you ask him, "Do you like it?"

"Not as much as I love you," He can't help the affectionate remark as he brushes your hair back, taking hold your chin in one hand. The last of his lighthearted nature fades into the deepening shadows as he lean in to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as he takes in your scent, "But I mean it when I say you look fucking delicious."

You hum against his lips as he kisses you deeply, pushing you back against the bed. You respond eagerly, your lust building the longer you kiss his plush lips. You wrap your arms around him, gasping as he wastes not a moment longer, a hand already moving between your legs. You know exactly what he wants, exactly what you've been waiting for, and you let your legs fall open. Expertly he stretches you open, his skills fingers building desire deep within you at the same rate as his own arousal; quickly with an urgency that has you squirming in his grasp. You arch up against his hand as his thumb circles your clit, grabbing onto his broad shoulders as two fingers curl against your sweet spot. He purrs at this, low and deep enough to be a growl, his kisses getting more fervent as he slides his tongue into your mouth. You can feel his fangs nipping at your bottom lip, and you shudder in anticipation, wanting to feel those fangs elsewhere.

As soon as you're ready, as soon as you beg him to keep going, he frees his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He pushes in slow, moaning aloud at how good your tight heat feels around him. You grip him tighter, panting as you feel his cock deep inside you. Once he's inside completely he pauses, panting and pressing his chest to yours.

You feel his lips pressing against the crook of your neck, mouthing hungrily right by your pulse. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation, hearing his low growls against your skin and wanting him to take what he wants. What you both want. With a soft hiss his fangs fully unsheathe, sinking right into your neck. You let out a soft cry at the sharp pain, your cry quickly simmering into a languid moan. The lust that courses through you is heated, heated enough to have an icy edge as he sucks on your neck, slowly savoring the taste of your blood as he drinks it down.

This, is his favorite way to feed from you, with his cock buried deep inside you, feeling you completely around you. You gasp as you watch the way he comes to life more and more as he feeds from you. The slight chill of his skin completely melts away, radiating more warmth than you as he takes you in. His hair fills out even more, his already soft tresses looking much thicker, letting you see hints of the red that's so deep a blood red it's almost black as the shadows he commands. The shadows around the room completely fill the space, almost surrounding you in a cover of shade as he fervently tastes you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he grabs you roughly by the thighs, sitting up on his knees. His lips don't leave your neck for an instant as he sucks harder, faster, grabbing at your frantically. His hands are everywhere, on your thighs, your ass, the small of your back, before one of them tugs on your hair and tilts your head to the other side. You catch a glimpse of his eyes, of the deep honey amber gleaming in the darkness, before his fangs sink into your skin right where your neck meets your collarbone. He holds you in place with a burst of strength, moaning as you cry out against him, holding onto him for dear life. You feel his cock pulsing deep inside you with need, exponentially increasing your own arousal as you moan unabashedly.

You throw your head back, almost ready to cum from the feeling of his lips and fangs alone, before he pulls back sharply. You're both panting hard as he licks your wounds closed. A single drop of blood flows down between your breasts, a drop he ever so languidly traces with his tongue as he moans aloud. "Fuck you taste good, my dear." He whispers, his voice deep and smooth enough to send shivers of arousal right to your clit, "So fucking good, and I'm gonna devour you all fucking night."

#the pup actually types #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen joshua smut #svt joshua smut #yoooooooooooo #I THOUGHT I LOST THIS FOREVER HOLY SHIT #I CAN'T BELIEVE I FOUND IT #IMMA SOB #hybrid!au #monsterfucking #tw monsterfucking #supernatural!au

[lesbiancarat]

just saw that Dino said he's binge watching doctor who rn... I am also going through a mini doctor who phase again rn this can't be a coincidence...

#mostly im just being nostalgic about 9 and 10s eras #im not caught up with the show #i watched up to i think the second season of 12's run #but since they took it off netflix it was just harder to find where to watch it #and starting with 11's run i wasnt /as/ into it so i didnt feel motivated to figure out how to watch it #or pay for each season on like amazon prime or whatever #maybe one day ill pick up where i left off #IN ANY CASE #i really want to know where dino is in the show/what he thinks of it #i want to know who his favortie doctor and companion is im so curious #also it would be really funny if one of the svt members started watching supernatural #i wonder if joshua ever watched some of it back in the day #melia.txt

[marriiemeii]

Endless Moment Chapter List

svt x multiple ocs

status: ongoing

tags: vampires, witches, supernatural creatures, romance, drama, comedy, born vampires, turned vampires, abilities

synopsis: In a world where there's supernatural creatures hiding amongst the humans, we find that there are many things that happen behind the scenes in order to keep the peace.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#svt imagines #kpop fanfic #svt fanfic #svt vampires #soonyoung #joshua #jeonghan #seungcheol #mingyu #minghao #svt x ocs #multiple ocs #witch ocs #vampire ocs #my take on vampires and witches #supernatural au

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ sunrise suffocation ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis an unusual pair are called upon as the guardian angel of a small child but sour attitudes don’t last long. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / demon!minghao / angel!reader / enemies to lovers, supernatural edition / they can’t stand eachother at the start / mentions of blades/weaponry / tattoed hao ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing minghao x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note i will not state how many times i’ve watched this gif; fanfic name is lyrics from ‘plastic hearts’ by miley cyrus // also use of “甜心” (tián xīn) by minghao, translates to sweetheart (please correct if otherwise)

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Oh that red hair you oh-so despised. Why must it have been him you were paired with to watch over this child with? You would certainly speak with the higher powere about this situation when you returned to heaven.

“Why the sour face, 甜心?” he mocked, spinning the dagger between his fingers in some fancy trick, “not happy to see me?”

He pouted, jutting out his lower lip as he finished the question with a tilt of his head. You scowled, clicking your tongue as you folded your arms across your chest.

“Why the fuck would I ever be happy to see you?” You hissed back lowly, narrowing your eyes at the red head. Nothing would distract your eyes from falling to the black horns that curled out of his skull and parted that bright coloured hair a little or the piercingly blue eyes that stayed on your lithe form in front of him.

“Such harsh language when we’re assigned to a kid,” he tutted, creating a small ‘tsk’ sound as you both turned your head to watch the kid doing cartwheels on the grass not far away from you, “cheer up.”

“I’ll cheer up when this is over,” you mumbled, exhaling as you dropped your tense shoulders, “what are we even supposed to be doing with her?”

“Well,” Minghao spoke, stopping his dagger tricks suddenly, “we have to make sure she makes the right decisions until she turns 18 - oh and make sure she doesn’t get killed, that’s mainly your job.”

Your eyes fell on him with a glare, scoffing. Of course that was your job, you’d be taking the kid to the high gates of heaven if you didn’t do your job successfully - and frankly that was the last thing you wanted to do with your boss’ temper. The two of you stood there for a few more moments, metres apart as you refused to go any closer to him. The damned kid had just turned 6 and you had to work with this asshole as her guardian angel until she was 18? If you could you’d have jumped off a cliff, except you can’t die and therefore it would be futile.

-

The sun decided to be particularly temperamental on this day, dashing to hide behind clouds and dulling the mood occasionally. Minghao and yourself was sat at a quaint table outside a coffee shop. Inside the coffee shop sat your assigned child - Shin-hye, who was now 16 on a date with a guy from her school.

Minghao drummed his fingers against the glass table, watching her through the window.

“She has awful taste in men.” He muttered, shaking his head before tilting his head back. You took the moment to admire the pale skin of his neck, littered in black ink. You clicked your tongue to object his opinion on the guy Shin-hye was seeing however a chime from your phones cut you off. Your gaze fell to the message: should Shin-hye kiss Eunwoo?

In a split second, the two of you scoffed, both echoing out loud an “absolutely not!” in sync. You stared at Minghao and Minghao stared back with the blue eyes that were growing on you - at least they were certainly less scary. Had you both just agreed on something for the first time in the past ten years you’d been working together on this assignment? Yes, yes you had - and in sync too, to make matters worse. The sound of the coffee shop’s bell chimed as the door opened, promptly closing afterwards as Eunwoo passed the table that Minghao and yourself sat at. Both of your stares watched him leave, the silence thick and suffocating as neither of you knew what to say in the moment.

-

January

Five months left of this assignment, you reminded yourself as you watched the rain race down the windows, creating pretty patterns amongst their song. Shin-hye’s birthday was five months away, leaving you to grasp at the concept that you’d no longer have to cope with Minghao’s finger drumming or the sight of his - admirably pretty - detailed daggers.

Despite the way you felt at the beginning of this assignment, years ago on Sin-hye’s 6th birthday, the atmosphere had changed and attitudes had shifted, most certainly. What you lacked was the ability to see that it definitely felt the same way for Minghao too. He was already biting his nails at the thought that he wouldn’t get to stare at the way your feathered wings would move with your expressions anymore, or the way your halo began to glow as the sun set.

The situation left you both heavily conflicted, grasping to what time you had left together knowing you were beginning to walk on borrowed time. Angels and demons? In a relationship together? Certainly not in this lifetime, you’d be stripped of your wings and thrown back to the dirt of earth - and you didn’t quite know what would happen to Minghao. Yet there was something so luscious about the scent you carried, how your lips glistened from your lip gloss and the scoff you’d resonate when you noticed him staring. He couldn’t help it.

Neither could you, painting the memory of his pale skin heavily decorated in tattoos into your mind every chance you got or watching the way that his pierced tongue would dart out to wet his lips when he was concentrating on his dagger tricks - that you didn’t know he did specifically to try impress your sweet little angel heart. Both of you better than anyone else should understand life’s cruel, cruel ways and your slow slip into mutual obsession was one of them.

-

February

A soft ‘tsk’ came from you as you were yet again bickering over one of Shin-hye’s decisions, after all these years. Your rare synchronised agreement two years ago was the only occasion of it, every other decision since ending up in a heated argument. Unbeknownst to you, Minghao felt something every time you managed end up in each other’s faces, yelling opinions blindly. It was the urge to kiss you, to just shut you up in the moment.

He contained himself well. He didn’t know how much of a rule following angel you was, unfortunately he couldn’t read minds to find out.

“Every excuse you throw out is useless,” you ridiculed him, your hands flying up in your frustration, “that’s why she’s in this position in the first place!”

Minghao scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stabbed the wooden table in between you with one of his decorated daggers that was carved on its hilt - you’d been unable to look at them close enough to discover what exactly was carved on them. You flinched at his action, staring at the blade anxiously as you figured you’d probably pushed the demon to his limit finally, after all these years.

“Don’t be so stupid, 甜心,” there he went with that stupid nickname again, causing your heart to do flips despite how terrified you seemed to be mentally, “you were the one who won the decision for her to quit school.”

“That’s what you think is the issue?” You asked bewildered, staring at him with furrowed brows, “not your decision to cut all of her family off with absolutely no reasons? Huh?”

Minghao admired the way that your brows had knitted, your mouth still open in confusion more than hate at that time. You had chewed your lips a little prior to the argument and he was now noticing how you’d made them bleed a little. He fought back the frown he was experiencing, looking away.

“Fine,” he muttered, rubbing his head, “have it your way.”

-

March

Shin-hye had once again found another love interest that caused you both to have another special agreement. You thought the guy was handsome - and he liked dogs - and Minghao didn’t give his reasons for agreeing with Shin-hye’s decision. Truthfully, he recognised that time was running out with you - only two months left until the assignment was over and you’d be returned to your eternal homes respectively. He didn’t want to argue anymore and create more awful attitudes with so little left when he wanted to shoot his shot, so he’d taken to simply agreeing with your decisions - Shin-hye was almost 18, she’d live with whatever consequences his actions gave her.

Shin-hye picked up a lot of new habits and established a change in routine following her new partner’s appearance. One of them specifically was watching the sunset on the daily with him and ultimately, that lead to you and Minghao also basking in the orange glow.

“Two months left.” Minghao suddenly mumbled and you rose a brow, turning your gaze from the content couple further along the roof to the redhead beside you.

“Glad to be getting rid of me already?” You pursed your lips, not expecting Minghao to shake his head as his eyes stayed glued to the sunset. You blinked, unsure as to why he wasn’t teasing that sickly sweet nickname or taunting you in any way.

He continued to not speak, giving no more information as the conversation ceased to exist.

-

April

“It’s almost like every sunset is one you’ve never seen before.” You whispered, your voice soft as Minghao stood behind where you was sat on the roof’s edge, dangling your legs freely. Shin-hye hadn’t given up the sunset routine, even a month later but you wasn’t complaining.

“Just like some people in this world.” Minghao spoke up. It’d been too long since the two of you last bickered, the atmosphere always weirdly comforting instead of tense and suffocating. You tapped your fingertips on the concrete you sat on.

“You never argue with me anymore,” you mumbled, looking over your shoulder at the tall demon, who had his hands shoved in his pockets, “it’s like you’ve gone soft.”

“You could say that,” Minghao chuckled in the slightest as he glanced at you, “some things changed is all.”

“Are you just going to leave it at that?” You huffed at the lack of information you was receiving from him when you poked to get some. You had hope, even in the slightest, that Minghao turning soft had to do with you.

“Mhm. Stop being nosey.” As serious as he may have attempted to come off as, you could hear that lingering taunting voice within it. Minghao had been like this for weeks now, avoiding most conversations with you. After this time, you were tired of it as the sunset illuminated both of your inhuman bodies.

“Kiss me.” You demanded in an oddly quick manner, catching both yourself and Minghao off guard as you swallowed your pride suddenly, those blue eyes finding your sitting form.

“Despite it literally being forbidden?” Minghao hummed, crouching beside you so you were on eye level. You gulped, unable to use your voice under his gaze as you simply nodded in response. He smirked momentarily before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

-

May

Birthday month rolled around too quick for either of your liking, having to participate in Shin-hye’s big 18th birthday decisions despite the fact the two of you were clinging to your time together. Nothing could pause time or deter her birthday from happening - you knew that too well. Minghao’s fingers laced with yours as he grabbed your hand.

“You know I’ll stay in contact,” he hummed, his eyes on Shin-hye as she assisted with the balloons for her birthday, giggling with her friends, “we can sneak to earth whenever - we can keep watching these human sunsets.”

“Do you even get sunsets in hell?” You mused and he paused before shaking his head as his answer, followed by a ‘nope’ with the ‘p’ popped. You rose a brow, glancing at him to see how the hues of oranges and pinks reflected in his oddly coloured eyes. His gaze moved to yours, where he flashed a cheeky smile in your direction. 

“Funny how you’re going to miss me now,  甜心.” He commented. Naturally, you rolled your eyes but you damn well knew he had a very strong point. It had taken twelve years of watching over some human child for the demon to grow on you, which when you’re immortal it is quite a quick amount of time. Minghao sighed, removing his hand from yours as he instead moved to wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

He always carried the strong scent of ash and smouldering flames, like someone had a bonfire and the fire was dying out - just constantly. You didn’t think angels personally carried a scent, nobody had told you but then again you were usually only surrounded by other angels and perhaps angels cannot smell each other. To Minghao however, you carried a gentle scent of fresh roses that didn’t sting his nose when he inhaled it for too long. Sometimes he would smell lavender too and it’d take him back years, perhaps decades to a relationship he had with a mortal who used lavender spray to help her sleep. 

Pulling away momentarily, his slim hands raised to unclasp the chain that sat around his neck day in and day out. You watched him, confused as to what he was doing now - especially when he wasn’t speaking.

“Lift your hair,” he whispered, watching you intently as you obeyed, allowing him to clasp his chain around your much more dainty neck, “this way I’m always with you.”

His intentions became clear and you caught yourself smiling to hide the embarrassed blush that was flushing your cheeks, leaning to give him a kiss. You hummed, glancing at your wings before - rather boldly - reaching to brush your fingers against the feathers. You grasped at a particular feather, wincing with a small whine as you tugged at it, pulling it from your wing. Minghao opened his mouth as you held it in front him, shaking your head.

“A piece of me.” You smiled, ignoring the tears that brimmed in your eyes. Minghao sighed.

“Literally.”

-

You tapped your foot out of boredom as you watched a street performer further than the street to you. You believed he was tap dancing but you hadn’t a clue what the humans called it. They’d occasionally toss a coin into the fabric hat in front of him so perhaps he was good at what he was doing. The golden chain around your neck glittered in the sunlight as you stood on the bustling street. You were prepared to return to heaven by this point, although that idea quickly left your mind as the familiar bright red hair of a tall Chinese demon appeared amongst the heads of the crowds, your face lighting up. 

He approached, getting closer as you ran to him, his arms wide as he laughed when you collided with his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him. He pressed a kiss to your hair, avoiding your halo precisely. 

“I missed you too,” he breathed into your ear as the two of you stayed glued together in a hug. You were about to argue that he was missing something before his voice spoke once more, “ 甜心.”

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen minghao #seventeen the8 #svt the8 #svt x reader #svt #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt minghao #xu minghao #supernatural!au

[enchantingtheoristmoon]

You make my heart race

Summary: You have an SVT and it decides to act up around a certain hunter

Protective! Caring! Dean x Sick! Reader

loosely based on my own experiences with SVT (SupraVentricular Tachycardia)

TW vomiting

You were in the motel room, pacing. Dean insisted you stay behind for this one, it was nothing more than a standard salt and burn. You were trying to ignore the sharpening ache in your chest. You pressed a hand to the area and took a deep breath, wincing. Thats when you held the key in the lock. You let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the door. You moved too fast, and swayed. Dean caught you as your knees buckled, your hands curling to your chest. "Y/N!" Dean shouted, gently lowering you to the floor. "What the hell?" Sam asked, kneeling beside you both. You gagged and Dean gently sat you up as Sam thrust a trash bin under your chin. You fought it, turning your head from side to side. "Don't fight it baby. Don't fight it. Let your body do what it needs to do." He took your hands and gently placed them around the bin, and you clutched at it. "Shhh" he soothed as you heaved, bringing up a small amount of water and acid. He rubbed up and down your back, murmuring quietly. You couldn't understand the words, the wooshing in your ears was too loud. You coughed and Sam handed Dean a cup of water. "Rinse" he said holding the cup to your lips. You took a small sip, rinsing the bitter taste from your mouth, and spat it into the bin. He gently wiped a tear from your cheek and you sighed. "Sorry" you whispered. He kissed the top of your head softly. "No reason to be sorry Y/N." Sam took your wrist softly. "Her pulse is pretty high, about 223 bpm." "Maybe we should take her in-" "No!" you squeaked. You hated going to the hospital for your SVT, it usually meant laying there for hours, being ignored because you didnt tolerate the Adnisone well. "M'okay. Just need to lay down" you whispered. Dean lifted you slowly, stopping when you clutched at his shirt. "Vertigo?" he asked. "Mmm." You couldnt speak right now. You were too focused on not vomiting all over Dean. He gently lay you down and covered you with a blanket. He sat next to you, watching intently. It was going to be a long night.

#supernatural #fanfic #svt fanfic #sickfic #its bad #i'm sorry #dean x reader #sam x reader

[sluttywoozi]

Vampire Wonwoo Headcanons

Notes: sfw; wonwoo is old as hell, like volturi old; this is super long soz

Total recluse, is not up with the times at all

Doesn’t have a phone, or internet, until he meets you

You meet at a bookstore, you work there and that’s the only place he goes

He’s breathtakingly lonely

Doesn’t talk much, just stares at you with those dark, baleful eyes and listens to every single word you say

Turns them over in his head until he can conjure the sound of your voice

Overhears you saying your apartment building is being demolished and that you have nowhere to go

Posts a flier advertising his spare room on a pillar outside the bookstore the next day

You move in the next week

His house is old af, super victorian, creaky as all hell

There are hallways leading to nowhere, locked doors without keyholes, and mirrors covered with sheets everywhere

He’s got a sunroom but it’s all boarded up, and as soon as winter hits and you mention missing the sun, he’s prying the boards off with his bare hands

Probably should have waited until the sun went down but he’s only a little singed so it’s okay

Sleeps so much

Like most of the hours in the day

Finds himself missing you though, dreaming about you and longing for you, and realizes all he has to do is rest less and spend that time with you instead

His schedule gets a little wonky because yours is, but it works

Basically, he goes to coffin when you leave and gets up when you come back to him home 

You have to go away for a month to take care of family and you adopt a cat to make sure wonwoo doesn’t just sleep the whole time you’re gone

He’s rested for longer, he tells you, but you don’t care

Because if he’s sleeping the whole time, you won’t be able to talk to him at night

Which is why you also put him on your phone plan

He doesn’t make you pay rent, so it’s the least you could do

Takes you ages to teach him how to use the phone, and even longer for him to actually think to use it, but it’s all worth it when you get that first selfie 

It’s mostly of Howl, but you can see the rim of wonwoo’s glasses and you count that as a win

Doesn’t outright say he misses you but definitely acts like it

Texts you all the time, sends voice notes when he gets so excited that his thumbs move too fast for the phone to handle

It’s the most you’ve ever heard from him, and you can only hope that doesn’t change when you return

Of course it does though

He avoids you like the plague as soon as you get home, only opens his door to let howl out to see you, times his feeds with your shifts at the bookstore so he can be out while you’re home and home while you’re out

You have no clue why he’s suddenly being so reclusive again, and it pisses you off

And makes you sad, but you choose to focus on the anger

Eventually, you threaten to break down his door 

He refrains from reminding you that he could kill you with one hand behind his back and finally opens up

He looks fucking awful 

His cheeks are gaunt, his skin pallid, his eyes sunken, and you wonder if he’s been feeding at all

And then he has the nerve to give you attitude, to tell you he hasn’t been ignoring you, that he’s just going about his undead life like he always has

And ohhhh that gets you mad, that gets you real mad, mad enough to step into his space and maybe shout a little and perhaps poke his chest with your finger and shit, his pecs are like freakin marble

He’s still as a statue through all of this, and when you’re finally done yelling, it occurs to you that it might not have been the best idea to lose it on your landlord/roommate/vampire bestie

But he’s… smiling?

It’s small, and just barely noticeable, but the corners of his mouth are curled up in a smile, and that steals all the rest of your anger

“You care about me,” he says, awe evident in his voice and wonder clear on his face

“Of course I do! Are you fucking stupid?” You shout at your wits end, ready to lose it again

“Apparently.”

Things are different after that

He’s more open than ever, spends literally every waking moment with you 

Until he meets your best friend’s boyfriend

Him and mingyu latch on to each other immediately in a true show of black cat and golden retriever energy

Pretends he doesn’t want to hang out every time mingyu asks, opens the door for him without fail

mingyu introduces wonwoo to video games and he’s lost to you for weeks

he stops only to feed and even then, he doesn’t get nearly enough

you have to conspire with mingyu to get him to a good place in the game and then cut the internet

he’s upset at first but then he realizes how hungry he is 

and how much he misses you

he keeps his gaming to just a few hours a day from then on

before he knows it, a year has passed, and his life looks so very different than it did what feels like a moment ago

his house feels like a home, he has hobbies, he has friends, he has you. 

He doesn’t know when (time is meaningless to one as old as him) but somewhere along the way, he started seeing you differently

You always had a glow, something like an aura, to him

But now, you’re so golden it’s almost like he’s back in the sunshine

He hasn’t felt it in millennia, but you warm him from the inside out just like the sun used to

It’s why he pulled away when you had to leave all those months ago

Well, after you got back all those months ago

When you were gone, he realized that you’re the only bright spot in his life, and that was scary

He didn’t have to confront it until you got back, so he did the only thing he knows how to do - not confront it at all

He should have known you wouldn’t abide by that, but he wasn’t upset at being called (threatened) out

If anything, it made him realize that he’s important to you just like you’re important to him

Plus you’re beautiful when you’re angry

You’re beautiful always, and there hasn’t been a day since he met you that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind

Now it’s almost recurring, so frequent that it’s become a problem for him

Because you’re his best- 

He can’t say friend anymore, but best works. You’re his best. The best person he knows, the best thing in his life, the best of him

One night, you’re both reading in the study; science fiction for him and romance for you

You gasp every so often, and after a particularly loud one, he glances over surreptitiously to find you curled up with your hands pressed to your cheeks and the book in your lap

“What happened?”

“They finally kissed,” you beam at him, your eyes watery and your glee uncontained

He can’t focus on his own book after that, his thoughts full of what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d sound like, feel like, taste like

If you would gasp for him like you gasp for your book

If you would kiss him back

For days, that’s all he can think about

He doesn’t know what to do with it, or how to behave around you, but he can’t avoid you like he did last time

He doesn’t have it in him to be away from you for too long anymore, his cold heart even colder without you

So instead he grows quiet and follows you like a shadow, like a ghost

You recognize that he needs some time to work through his feelings, and go about your business, a vampire and a cat on your heels at nearly all times

It all culminates when you’re trying to teach him how to cook

He never had a need for the skill until you, but now, he wants to be able to take care of you if some illness or poor fate should befall you

When you ask him why he wants to learn, he tells you exactly that, and you’re so endeared you wrap your arms around his neck and press a quick kiss to his cheek

You pull away like you didn’t mean to do that, but he doesn’t want you to go, his own arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him

He can feel your heart racing against his chest, hear the way it skips when he squeezes and starts to lean in

He goes so slowly, it could literally be minutes before he kisses you, so you close the distance between you and press your lips to his

He hasn’t kissed someone in ages, and now he’s kissing you, and you smell so good and taste so good and feel so good, he could die again 

Time slips away and he loses himself in you, a hunger like he’s never known growing in the pit of his belly

It's a unanimous decision to postpone cooking lessons and go straight to bed 😌

#wonwoo headcanons #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #seventeen series #seventeen fic #seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #kpop headcanons #supernatural svt

[harmonie-writes]

Once upon a Wendigo

Vernon x reader, OC! Dani (@soft4svt )

AN: So this is completely based on a dream I had. I don't plan on extending this into chapters and it'll be a stand alone story, considering this was a dream. It might now be very detailed in some places, but I'd simply like to focus on the main plot of my dream, more like a nightmare. Although it never got bad enough that I consider it to be a nightmare. Also this story will not connect to how it started either. It's simply following the path my dream took before I woke up.

Warnings: gore, angst, violence, slight nudity, trust issues, slight fluff, cliff hanger 

Word count: ~1.7k

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You could hear the voices of your friends searching for you filtering through the floorboards above you. Not entirely sure where you are within the cabin. Maybe a crawl space of sorts. Matter of fact is that you're covered in your own blood, dusted and bruised. To top that off, you're bound with rope. All belongings; phone, shoes, anything that could remotely be useful to you have been scattered around the small area.

The voices of your friends seem to be getting more frantic, and yet you can hear your own voice, except it's not coming from you. No, it hurts to talk and the room seems to be getting darker.

»»————-　➴　————-««

"Hey, the turn off is in half a mile," your friend Dani tells you, placing a hand on your shoulder as she points to the map in her hand.

Startled, you suck in a breath. 

"Hey, you okay?" She asks, looking at your face. If she looks closely enough it almost looked like you had a thin layer of sweat on your brow.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I'm good," you brush it off. Eyes focusing back on the road.

I should be dead. I died, right? One hand leaves the steering wheel, and you chew the skin around the edge of your thumb. A nervous tick you picked up. Why am I back here? 

You exhale shakily as you turn down the dirt road that leads to the cabin you and your friends rented for the weekend. A weird sense of deja vu settles in the back of your mind and your stomach rolls with unease as you pull up to the cabin.

"God, I'm so excited to see them again! It's been awhile since we all got together," Dani smiles, grabbing her bag from the back seat. 

You nod and give a smile, even though it doesn't quite reach your eyes. "Yeah, it'll be good catching up with everyone." 

Pulling out your phone you glance and see if you received any texts from the guys. 

"Damn. We lost service when we pulled off onto the road. Do you know when they said they'd be here?" You ask, following the blonde up the steps to the large cabin.

"Not really, they just said "later"," She tells you, inserting the key and giving the door a push.

"Ah, so the usual," you mutter sarcastically, dropping your bag by the door. 

"Oh, come on, it won't be that bad. I'm pretty sure they're bringing dinner," she tells you, walking up the large stairs to the second level.

Stretching your arms over your head you lean back until you hear the satisfying crack before picking up your duffle bag and following her up to the room.

»»————-　➴　————-««

"Hey, we're here!" Soonyoung shouts, toeing the front door open as he lugs the cooler inside.

Vernon shoulders his backpack a little higher as he steps through the door and looks around. 

"Hoping to find your girlfriend?" Jun teases, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder. 

"She's not my girlfriend," he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

"Not yet~," Jun sing-songs, leaving Vernon in the entryway.

Rolling his eyes, he follows the guys to the kitchen to help put the food they brought away and start making dinner.

»»————-　➴　————-««

"Hey, Dani?" You call, digging through your bag.

"Yeah?" 

"I think I'm going to shower before heading downstairs," you tell her, finally digging out your towel.

"Alright, I'm going to go down. I think the guys are here," she gives you a wave before closing the door behind her.

You eye the towel in your hand and then the bathroom. The unsettling feeling comes back full force leaving you queasy.

Carefully, you make your way to the bathroom door and give it a gentle push. Only to be greeted by nothing.

"I hate this," you mutter, stepping into the room so you can shower. 

Reaching your hand around the curtain you check to see if the temperature is finally warm enough before stepping in. You're about halfway through washing the soap out of your hair when you hear something outside of the bathroom. The footsteps are heavier than any of your friends and there's a slight scraping noise that follows the steps. 

Shutting the water off you gently pull the curtain back and pick up your towel to cover yourself. Your brows furrow as you quietly make your way back to the bedroom door. 

Twisting the door handle you carefully peek around it, only to find the room how you left it. Fully stepping out into the room you call out hesitantly, "Hello?"

You receive no answer as you take steps toward the bed. Your eyes wander around for a brief moment before settling on the ceiling. You're positive it wasn't scratched up before when you first got here. Anxiety peirces your skin as you peel your eyes away from the scratches so you can get dressed.

A knock on the door has your hand leaping to your chest and eyes wide open as you look to see who is there.

"Hey, uh, YN. It's Vernon. Can I come in?"

Clearing your throat you tell him he can come in.

Waves of brown hair peek around the door followed by hazel eyes, and you relax just a little bit. He's only halfway in the door before he realizes you're still in a towel.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I thought you were already dressed. I can wait outside!" He rushes to get all of that out, cheeks dusted pink. 

He's already trying to close the door when you stop him "Vern, could you, could you actually stay in here… with me?"

You see the door pause for a moment before hesitantly opening again.

"Are you sure? I can just wait for you in the hallway?" His face is no longer just dusted in pink, he looks rather flushed now.

Your shoulders sag as you look at him, "please?"

It's his turn for his shoulders to sag, but there's a small defeated smile as he enters the room fully, but he turns and faces the door.

"Thank you Vern," he hears you murmur as you rummage to get dressed.

"It's not a problem. We finished making dinner a while ago and wanted to make sure you were okay."

You smile as you finish tying your shoe. "Well I appreciate you coming to check on me," you give him a genuine smile for the first time that night.  

"Yeah, yeah no problem," he scratches the back of his head, slightly flustered that the smile was directed at him. Noticing you're almost out the door he quickly goes to your side and slips his hand into yours.

You look down at your joined hands and then back at him.

"Is this," he coughs, "is this okay?"

"Yeah this is okay," you give his hand a small squeeze as he leads down to the others.

»»————-　➴　————-««

You can hear laughter coming from the kitchen where everyone else is gathered. 

When you enter the room you notice that Seokmin is in a debate with Chan and Soonyoung and it's getting heated. Jun and Dani are dishing out plates, but pause as you walk in together. Jun wiggles his brows at you both and Dani slaps his shoulder but gives the two of you a smile.

"About time you graced us with your presence," Jun teases, earning another slap from Dani.

"Ah, yes. I just knew you missed me so much," you tease back.

For the first time that night you felt truly relaxed and at ease in the presence of your friends, that was until there was a knock on the cabin door.

"We weren't expecting anyone else right?" Chan asks, starting to stand from his chair.

"No, I don't think so," Jun tells him.

Nerves dance across your skin and you stand up a little too quickly causing your chair to make a scratching sound against the floor.

"I'll um, I'll get it," you quickly tell them, pointing in the direction of the door.

Everyone is alarmed by our reaction, and Chan slowly sits back down in his chair.

The way you are acting about the person at the door causes the group to look at each other with unease. They don't like how you are carefully placing your feet against the creaky floorboards and staying out of line with the windows.

"Dude, if this is some prank then cut it out," Soonyoung calls, only to be shushed and waved off.

At this Vernon stands and tries to make his way to you only to freeze when he sees that you have one of the curtains pulled tightly shut, the other one wide open with a creature looking through it. Deer like antlers sit atop of what he can only assume is a horse skull, but the body is very human-like. The lack of eyes stared back at him.

"Don't move," you whisper, slowly bracing yourself against the door.

Vernon's eyes watch as the creature disappears from view only to flinch when he hears the door open slightly. 

One look at your face and his heartbreaks. Silent tears are falling from your eyes as you do your best to keep the creature at bay. His eyes look from you to the window and back again, and when he does, he sees you mouth something.

"Run!"

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Masterlist

#harmonie-writes #vernon x reader #hansol x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt horror au #seventeen horror au #supernatural svt #supernatural seventeen #svt angst #seventeen angst #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #vernon #hansol

[onlymingyus]

Bound to You (fall-ing for you collab) [teaser]

pairing; yoon jeonghan x f!reader 

genre; smut (minors dni), angst, supernatural au, soulmate au

warnings; warlock!jeonghan, wonwoo side character/family member, mentions of magic, curses, death/murder, auras, soulmates, death of parents, complicated family dynamics, borrowed story point from Goblin, protected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), cum eating, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, very light bondage in the form of binding hands/tying to the bed, marking/biting, pet names, aftercare

w/c; 12.9k and some change (860 ~ this teaser)

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“I’m–my name?” You had one—a name. At least you had one up until the moment before you looked up into the man’s eyes. Now you weren’t sure if you remembered how to breathe, much less speak or think straight. 

Jeonghan smiles, feeling himself becoming more enamored with you as you look confused and as scattered as he had felt just a moment ago. Did you feel it too? The sudden, odd connection? Biting at his bottom lip, Jeonghan slides his chair closer to your table, turning it towards you as his fingers delicately trail along the handle of his cup. 

Your eyes are drawn to his fingers; your pretty eyes are almost entranced by the movement as you take a steady breath, seeming to come back to reality. “Y/N. I’m Y/N.” 

You hadn’t asked for his name but Jeonghan didn’t mind. You were looking at him like he was the first and last thing you wanted to see on any given day and he knew the feeling. Taking his own deep breath, Jeonghan glances back down at your fingers and the maroon ribbon of magic swirling around them. 

“I’m Jeonghan. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

Your name on Jeonghan’s lips was better than any music you had heard in a long time. It was reverberating in your ears, causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin. He was so handsome that you were having a hard time keeping your thoughts organized. Everything seemed jumbled, speeding towards him, and at the same time, everything was in slow motion around you. 

“I–” You laugh softly, shyly looking down, before you force yourself to look back at Jeonghan once again and into his pretty dark eyes. “It’s nice to meet you too. I come here all the time, and I feel like I would have seen you here before. Are you new to town?” 

Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan can’t help the way his smile exposes his enthusiasm. He wanted to play it cool and be some attractive man you had met in the coffee shop that you would pine after for weeks. Instead, he couldn’t help feeling like some schoolboy with a crush as his stomach tightened when you smiled back at him.  

Leaning his arm on the table, Jeonghan bites at his bottom lip, drawing your attention towards it briefly before he laughs almost as if he’s trying to consider his next words carefully. His eyes move past you towards the counter where Wonwoo was talking to a customer before he furrows his brows and shakes his head. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve visited before. Many times, actually. My family…extended family owns this shop. Wonwoo is my cousin; it seems like you know him pretty well. I just recently moved here, though. I’ve been spending a little more time here in the shop, at least for the past week or so.” 

That made more sense to you as you nodded along, staying quiet. Your eyes move to Wonwoo, who seems to notice, giving you a friendly smile, only to glance towards Jeonghan with a curious look in his eye. There was a bit of caution laced in his gaze but he didn’t seem to linger, instead going back to his tasks. 

“I see, I was out of town a couple days. I normally come in almost every day to get my drink so I probably would have seen you sooner.” 

You smile again, making Jeonghan swallow hard. There was no way that if you had stepped into this cafe before today, he would have missed you. There could be 100 people surrounding him now and he would find you again. 

Looking down at his own drink, Jeonghan lets out a soft, breathy laugh as you seem to study him, waiting for what he will say next with baited breath. You had never cared that much about anything anyone would say. It wasn’t like you needed a partner. It wasn’t like you came to this cafe or any cafe for that matter, looking for someone to be with. Especially not someone that you needed to speak to you so that you could breathe, but that is how it felt after just fifteen minutes of sitting at a table near Jeonghan. 

“I wish you could have come in sooner...  Fuck, I can’t explain what I’m about to say. I–I swear, I’m not a creep.” 

Almost afraid to meet your eyes, Jeonghan laughs, only to fall silent when you shake your head, letting out your own soft laugh. 

“For some reason, and I really can’t explain why I’m even saying this but I think no matter what you are about to tell me...I think I’ll understand. I sound like a crazy person.” 

Jeonghan shakes his head this time, lifting his eyes to yours to meet them with a persistent look, trying to shake away that feeling from you. You weren’t crazy. He knew crazy; he had met crazy, and that wasn’t you. Crazy couldn’t hide from him. 

"No, you don’t. Not to me. I was going to say I’d like to get to know you better. Could I get your number? I’d like to take you out.” 

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