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☪︎ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 | Yang Jungwon +18

ˎˊ˗ PART I

✩ pairing: human jungwon × vampire fem!reader

✩ synopsis

your life had always seemed perfect—devoted parents, loyal friends, a future as bright as any young adult could hope for. but everything shattered the night something found you in a shadowed alley of your quiet hometown. from that moment on, the life you knew was gone.

years after vanishing from the place you once called home, news reached you: your parents were dead. deep down, you knew it wasn’t natural. the marks left behind—the kind only fangs could make—haunted your thoughts. and so, you returned.

what awaited you was a town both familiar and strange. ghosts of forgotten memories stirred, faces once youthful now worn by time. and among them stood jungwon—a gentle, enigmatic soul who had cared for your parents in their final days. in his presence, something long buried begins to awaken. perhaps, through him, the happiness you once lost could be found again.

✩ content tags: vampire au, blood, violence, dark themes, death, romance, drama, sexual content (not in this part), mystery, love at first sight (one-sided), slow burn (reader doesn't accept her feelings at first), down bad jungwon, kinda grumpy × sunshine, fluff, happy ending.

✩ chapter warnings: mentions of blood and murder.

✩ wc: 5.1K

✩ a/n: omg i cant believe here it is! hope you like it! this part is calmer compared to the next ones... hehe😈

Blood. So much blood.

You barely remembered that day, but something was clear in your mind: the reddish color of the clothes you wore. The smell, initially nauseating, suddenly became your favorite. The screams of the people around you, the horrified looks on your parents' faces—you ignored it all, storing it in a tiny corner of your memory, forcing yourself to erase those images as soon as possible.

From that day on, you were no longer the perfect, only daughter of your parents, a kind, healthy couple who inspired a kind of "healthy envy" in those who saw them and wished for a life like theirs—a perfect life. But everything had changed, you changed... they changed you. They transformed you into a creature you thought only existed in horror movies and literature, a cruel, inhuman creature that enjoyed the pain and torture of others.

You left your house that morning, happy to start a new day in your life full of love, full of smiles, but you didn't expect to return as your worst nightmare. You remember walking quickly through an uninhabited alley, feeling a sudden pain in your neck, fainting on the ground, and waking up with a thirst you had never felt in your life. You remember taking the lives of innocent people, neighbors you had grown up with, people who always looked at you with a smile, people you didn't leave a single drop of blood in their bodies.

You lost control, you didn't know what was happening to you. You cried when you realized what you had done, you cried when you saw your parents' faces, you cried when you vanished from that town and promised never to return, abandoning your parents, abandoning your friends, abandoning a life you knew you would never have again.

And now, almost four decades later, you found yourself looking at your parents' grave, your eyes scanning their names over and over again, names you hadn't spoken since the day you left. You didn't cry; you didn't cry anymore, but the pain stored deep within you grew stronger and stronger with the passing of time.

You knelt and placed some flowers on their graves, ignoring the curious stares of those who were walking through the cemetery. It was a small town; everyone knew each other, so you knew those people wondered who you were and what was your relationship with the couple who had been dead for almost a month.

You had only found out a couple of hours ago. You were miles away, in the city, when your friends, also vampires, had given you the news. They knew your story; you had known them for decades. They were from the same town as you, so they used to visit it and always gave you news about your parents. However, this time you didn't expect them to arrive saying your parents had died from a supposed animal attack, but you all knew that wasn't the case.

You knew it wasn't true. You knew there were no wild animals around this town. No, what had killed your parents was a creature like you, a vampire. You knew the town authorities didn't want to believe in the existence of these creatures and hid the truth, as you perfectly remembered when they did the same with your case.

You had killed your neighbors, you, a newly turned vampire. However, in the newspaper of that year, the case appeared as: "Savage animal attack ends the lives of an entire family."

"Did you know them?" A young man spoke, his voice breaking the stillness of the cemetery, approaching you, abruptly pulling you from your torturous memories.

You looked up, a neutral expression on your face, and observed him.

Dark brown eyes and hair, a little taller than you, approximately twenty years old. He wore a slightly wrinkled white shirt and well-kept denim jeans; an aura of simplicity and cleanliness surrounded him.

He watched you intently, with a mixture of curiosity and innocence, and a somewhat awkward smile formed on his lips when he realized you seemed to be studying him, a habit acquired in your existence as a predator and observer. In his hands, he carried some flowers, a bouquet of wild daisies and a couple of red roses, already a little wilted. Was he coming to visit your parents?

You decided to not answer him; your instinct told you to keep your distance, to not get involved. You were about to turn to leave when he spoke again, his voice soft but persistent, preventing your escape.

"I've never seen you around here before... I'm Jungwon. I used to take care of them, my grandmother was close to them." He took a few steps closer, subtly invading your personal space, ready to strike up a conversation with you and prevent you from escaping the situation. His presence was warm, vibrant, full of life. A contradiction to your own existence.

You nodded, lowering your gaze to avoid meeting his, ignoring the scent he emitted. It was a fresh, slightly sweet smell, the unmistakable scent of young, vital blood. You were already accustomed to such smells; as a vampire, your senses had maximized to unimaginable limits. At first, it was too much, a constant bombardment of stimuli that drove you to the brink of madness, unbearable. But after years and years of arduous training, you had learned to tolerate it, to filter it, just like your bloodlust.

Now you had control; thirst no longer dominated you—you dominated it. You had learned how to coexist with it, and with a little help from your vampire friends, Riki and Heeseung, you could now smell and see blood without the imperious need to take it. It was a discipline, a constant battle against your own nature, one you won most of the time.

"I... I'm Y/n, and yes, I knew them... but we lost contact years ago," you said, your voice sounding a little softer than you intended. A small lie.

Jungwon smiled, a luminous smile that contrasted with the dim light of the cemetery, his brown eyes shining with genuine kindness. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n," he said, his voice soft as silk. There was a spark of something more in his gaze, a fascination that deeply unsettled you, almost as if a missing piece of his world had suddenly fallen into place upon seeing you.

"And well... you're not from around here, are you?" He watched you intently, his eyes fixed on your face.

You swallowed, uncomfortable with his sudden attention. "Circumstances brought me back," you replied, your voice harsh, devoid of any warmth, an invisible wall between you.

Jungwon didn't seem fazed by your coldness or your sharp tone. His smile remained, though a little softer.

"I understand," he said, nodding slowly. "They were... wonderful people. I'm so sorry they're no longer with us. Their passing hurts me deeply" he commented, lowering his gaze to look at their graves, a sad smile on his face. "Do you need anything? Anything I can help you with? They were like a second family to me, they were always there for me when my grandmother passed away." He directed his gaze back to you. His empathy was palpable, almost painful for you in your current state.

Your instinct screamed at you to get away from him, from his warmth, from his human vulnerability. He was a prey, a vivid reminder of what you had lost, and a dangerously tempting beacon of light in your darkness.

"I'm fine," you replied, your voice firmer now, sharp. "I just came to pay my respects." You were about to turn to leave, your body already poised for movement, but he stopped you, a soft and surprisingly warm hand barely touching your elbow.

"Wait," Jungwon called, his voice pleading you to stay, and before you could protest, he was by your side, his closeness flooding your senses. "You don't have to be alone in this. I can tell you truly cared for them, your eyes... they look sad..." He hesitated, a slight blush coloring his cheeks, an adorable flush only a human could exhibit. "Well, I'd like to help you however I can. I know we don't know each other, but... I feel like I should."

A shiver that had nothing to do with the cool evening air ran down your spine. His touch, though light, burned you. Your vampire instinct warned you: run away. But something held you there.

"No," you said flatly, your voice harsher than you intended. "Thank you, but I don't need help. Not from you. Not from anyone."

And without looking back, you strode quickly away from the cemetery, almost running, leaving Jungwon alone, standing beside the gravestones, his gaze fixed on your figure rapidly disappearing into the twilight. He didn't know your flight wasn't from fear, but from self-preservation, to protect him from yourself.

The following days passed in a blur of clandestine investigation. You had found an old barn on the outskirts of town; it wasn't much, but it was enough for someone of your kind, it was enough for you. You fed on animal blood, so it was also easier when you were hungry and went hunting for rabbits or squirrels around the town.

You moved through the town with the lightness and stealth of a shadow, observing from rooftops, listening to the whispers of the wind and people's conversations, looking for any clue, any anomaly, that could lead you to your parents' killer. You disguised yourself, adopting different appearances—a curious tourist, a local history student, a landscape photographer—to blend in and access places without raising suspicion.

You visited the old family home, now empty, cold, and dusty, its windows like blind eyes staring into the void. Memories fluttered like night butterflies in the darkness of the rooms; every object, every shadow, an echo of a past life. The kitchen where your mother baked cookies, the living room where your father read the newspaper, your own room, still decorated from your adolescence. You felt a pang of something akin to melancholy, a reminder of a humanity that had been stolen from you.

You were surprised to see that your photographs were still in the same place they had been decades ago. Some on the walls of your parents' bedroom, another in the living room, another on your father's desk. They demonstrated antiquity, clearly not recent due to the lack of color and quality. Did your parents still remember you as their daughter? Had they not forgotten you? Had they forgiven you?

You flinched slightly when you felt a tear roll down your left cheek. You quickly wiped it away and left the house. You couldn't stay there for another minute.

As you walked through the streets, trying not to draw attention, you realized something. If Jungwon was close to your parents... if he had taken care of them... if he had been in the house... then had he seen your photos? Would your parents have told him about you? And if so... would he have recognized you at the cemetery? Would he have wondered why you looked the same as in those photos even though decades had passed since then?

You decided to ignore those thoughts. Whether Jungwon knew who you were was not important now. He was a human, you were a vampire, so if he decided to say or do something against you, he would be the one to lose, so you didn't give it much thought. Besides... you hadn't seen him again since the cemetery, and you hoped it would stay that way.

You analyzed the police reports, silently entering the town's police station; you were fast, cunning, so it wasn't a difficult task. The reports were superficial and stopped at "unexplained deaths," a convenient case closure for a phenomenon they couldn't comprehend. There was a tacit conspiracy to maintain the facade of normalcy in the town, one you had witnessed in your own transformation. You knew humans wouldn't recognize the bite marks as such; they would dismiss them as random injuries, the work of a wild animal or a collective fantasy. But to you, they were as clear as day, a dark, unmistakable seal.

You looked for patterns, any recent vampiric presence in the area other than your own. It wasn't easy. Vampires, for the most part, were creatures of the night who preferred discretion; survival depended on their ability to go unnoticed. Those who didn't ended up being hunted. There was an unofficial hierarchy, a set of unwritten rules that dictated their behavior to avoid exposure. But younger vampires, the newly transformed, often lacked that discipline.

A few days later, what you didn't want happened: you encountered Jungwon again, and not just once, but several times. Jungwon was a persistent presence, almost a shadow of his own.

You found him in the most unexpected places, as if fate pushed you both towards each other: in the small town cafe where you barely drank black coffee (a simulation to keep up appearances, the aroma of coffee seemed bland to you), in the library where you searched for old archives and newspapers, even strolling through the park late at night, under the full moon.

He always offered you a kind smile, an attempt of conversation, and you always rejected him with a coldness that would have deterred anyone with a modicum of self-respect. Anyone, except Jungwon.

His persistence annoyed you and, at the same time, intrigued you. There was something about him, an almost blinding purity, an innocence that shouldn't exist in such a cruel world, that both attracted and repelled you. You were darkness personified; he was the purest light. A dangerous combination, one you felt was slowly consuming you.

You were in the town library, sitting at one of the back tables, ready to read a strange old book you had found on one of the shelves. Its author was anonymous, and its pages contained stories of the town, focused on the supernatural. The person who had written it seemed to be a vampire hunter, so you thought it might help you find more vampires in town. Nothing too important, but considering the few clues you had managed to find, it was this or nothing.

Suddenly, a not-so-familiar but memorable scent invaded your nostrils. You looked up, and there he was. Jungwon was walking towards you, a slight blush on his cheeks at seeing that you had noticed him.

You swallowed, intending to ignore him, but it was too late. He had sat down next to you, in the chair beside you, and his mere presence completely distracted you from reading.

"Good morning, Y/n. I saw you and... I-I wanted to come say hello. There aren't many people in the library at this hour, I like to come early for that, it's quieter. Do you also come early for that?" His voice reached you, preventing you from thinking clearly. He was speaking at a rapid speed, so you almost didn't understand what he was saying.

You looked at him, he gave you a kind smile, and his eyes shone again, like that day in the cemetery. You could hear him swallowing nervously, how his heart sped up the longer you looked into his eyes.

The same thing always happened to him when he realized your presence, something you didn't understand. You remembered that time a few days ago when you were in the cafe; you felt Jungwon's gaze on you. He was a few tables away, eating some cookies, so you looked up and observed him. And what did Jungwon do? He choked on the cookies.

His heart pounded rapidly, his face completely reddened as he coughed, and his gaze dropped to his hands, which nervously fidgeted in his lap. You returned your gaze to your coffee, hiding the smile that wanted to escape your lips. And you decided you wouldn't go back to that place, not while Jungwon was present.

Now, in the library, you wanted to leave. His presence became more and more unbearable with each passing second for reasons you didn't understand.

"Yes, but I was leaving," you replied, standing up while gathering your things.

"W-wait," Jungwon tried to go after you, but you quickly disappeared through the entrance door.

That night, as you watched the house of your parents' former neighbors from the safety of the shadows in a dark alley, you sensed a presence. It wasn't the one you were looking for—not the ancient, powerful essence of an experienced killer. It was different, weaker, more inexperienced, a scent of fear mixed with an unhealthy curiosity, and it came from the direction of the park, a popular spot for the town's youth, even at that late hour.

A shiver of alarm, a strange and alien sensation, ran through your body. Novice vampires were impulsive, reckless, and often irresponsibly careless. They fed where they could, without the discipline or strategy of older vampires, leaving a trail of chaos and corpses that could alert hunters or, worse, the human population, breaking the delicate balance of concealment.

You moved. With a speed the human eye couldn't follow, a blur in the night, you glided through the backstreets, through the dark alleys, your heightened senses instinctively guiding you toward the source of the disturbance. And what you found made you freeze, an unusual fury rising in your chest.

In the center of the park, under the dim light of a flickering streetlamp that barely illuminated the scene, stood Jungwon. His figure, small and vulnerable, stood out against the surrounding darkness. And around him, two hooded figures, their movements clumsy and hesitant, but their intentions clear and predatory. They were young vampires, inexperience shining with a red, hungry glow in their eyes, thirst dominating their judgment, making them reckless. They were cornering Jungwon, like young wolves cornering a defenseless sheep.

Fury ignited within you, an icy fire that rarely consumed you, a protective instinct that surprised you with its intensity. You couldn't allow it. Not to him. He had been kind to your parents, and despite your coldness, there was something about Jungwon that had moved you, an innocence that reminded you of what you had lost.

Something about him, a purity you shouldn't contaminate, forced you to break your own rule of non-intervention, your promise to stay out of human lives. He was... innocent. And you, despite what you were, despite your predatory nature, couldn't bear to see his innocence defiled, not by your own kind.

The inexperienced vampires approached Jungwon, one of them extending a trembling hand towards his neck, his fangs already visible, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. Jungwon, his face pale as wax and eyes wide, filled with mute terror, recoiled, his hands raised in a futile gesture of supplication, his voice barely a choked gasp.

In an instant, you were there. A whisper of air, a flash of shadow, and you stood between Jungwon and the two vampires, your figure a formidable barrier of shadows and steel, your presence radiating an authority that even the new vampires couldn't ignore. Your movements were fluid, lethal, every muscle taut and ready for action. The vampires stopped dead in their tracks, their red eyes dilating with surprise and nascent fear at your sudden appearance.

"Get away," you growled, your voice low, resonating with a primordial authority that came from decades of existence, laden with an unmistakable warning. Your eyes, in the darkness, glowed with an intense crimson hue, an undeniable warning to any of your kind.

The new vampires, though reckless, were not suicidal. They recognized the threat in your presence, the antiquity in your movements, the experience in your eyes, the promise of a swift and brutal death if they challenged you. They looked at each other, a palpable fear on their faces, the instinct of survival overcoming their thirst, and then, without a word, they turned and fled, disappearing into the darkness of the park with the same speed with which they had appeared, leaving only the echo of their fear.

You stood with your back to Jungwon for a moment, your breathing shallow, your body tense, every fiber ready for combat if they had decided to challenge you. When you finally relaxed, your muscles slowly releasing, you turned to face the human you had just saved, your heart (or what was left of it) beating with a strange mixture of relief and apprehension.

Jungwon stood there, motionless, like a statue, his face a mask of shock, of absolute disbelief. His eyes, those kind brown eyes that had looked at you with such warmth, were now fixed on you with an overwhelming mixture of terror, astonishment, and a startling realization. He had seen your speed, your strength. He had felt the way the other vampires had reacted to your presence, the fear in their eyes when they saw you. He had felt the overwhelming presence you radiated, one that was unmistakably the same as his attackers', but magnified.

Slowly, his eyes dropped from your face to your hands, which were still slightly tense, then to the darkness around you, as if seeking an explanation in the void, and finally, returned to your eyes. In his gaze, you saw the truth, crystal clear, undeniable. He realized what you were.

A vampire.

The silence between you was dense, heavy, charged with a revelation that would change everything for him, and perhaps for you too. The park lamps flickered, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mock the reality that had just unfolded. You felt a pang of something akin to regret, an emotion you thought dead. You had been careless, impulsive, blinded by a need you barely understood: to save him. Why him? Why this particular human?

Jungwon took a step forward, and you instinctively retreated, your body responding before your mind. He wasn't a physical threat, not to you, a being who could disarm him in a blink. But his closeness, the vulnerability emanating from him, was a different danger, one that threatened to break down the emotional barriers you had built around your heart.

"Y-you..." he began, his voice a barely audible whisper that barely broke the stillness of the night. He was on the verge of tears but held them back. "You're... like them." The accusation wasn't of pure hatred or fear, but of astonished disbelief, a voice choked with surprise.

You nodded slowly, a bitter and raw admission on your face, without trying to disguise the truth. "Yes," you said, your voice harsh, devoid of any warmth, each syllable a cut. There was nothing you could hide now. The truth was there, exposed under the moonlight, like an open wound. "And now that you know, stay away from me. Forget what you saw. Forget you met me."

But Jungwon didn't blink. His eyes didn't leave yours, fixed, intense, scrutinizing.

"I can't," he said with a firmness that surprised you, an unbreakable resolution that disarmed you. "I can't forget. I saw it, I saw you." His gaze swept over your features, lingering on your eyes, on the way the lamplight seemed to refract in them unnaturally, almost luminous. There was no fear in his eyes now, not the kind you found in other humans. Only an overwhelming curiosity, a need to understand, and something more: the same fascination you had seen in the cemetery, magnified, undeniable.

"I'm not so different from them" you said, the raw and ruthless truth spilling from your lips like a condemnation.

Jungwon shook his head, his brown hair moving slightly. "No," he insisted, his voice full of unwavering conviction. "You saved me. They... they were going to hurt me. You... you stopped them." His voice trembled a little at the end, adrenaline still coursing through his body.

"It was a mistake," you hissed, your words cold as ice, a desperate attempt to push him away. "A lapse, a momentary weakness. Don't be mistaken, I'm not good. I'm not a guardian angel. I'm dangerous."

He smiled, a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes but softened the lines of his face, a gesture of understanding you hadn't expected. "I don't think so," he said, his voice soft, almost comforting. "I think there's something more to you. Something you don't let others see." And before you could react, Jungwon slowly, hesitantly raised a hand and extended it, as if afraid to scare you.

His fingers, warm and soft, grazed the exposed skin of your forearm. An electric current, a forgotten sensation, an echo of your old life, coursed through your body. It was the touch of life, of warmth, of humanity. A wave of something you hadn't felt in years, something that scared you more than any vampire hunter, because it threatened to tear down your defenses.

You pulled away sharply, the touch of his skin like a burn on yours, an unbearable sensation. "Don't touch me" you snapped, your voice filled with a fury that wasn't for him, but for yourself, for the weakness you had just felt, for the ephemeral connection that had brought you back to the edge of your humanity.

Jungwon immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes expressing slight surprise, but the expression on his face didn't change. It remained one of astonishing calm, of unbreakable patience that disarmed you.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft. "But I'm not going to leave. Not after what I saw. Not after what you did." His eyes met yours again, and in them, you saw an unwavering determination you hadn't expected from a human. "My grandmother... she taught me not to judge a book by its cover. And you... you're not what people would expect from a vampire. You're not like the others. You didn't feel pleasure seeing me scared. You saved me."

"What did you expect?" you asked, a bitter irony in your tone. "A drooling monster with bared fangs? A brainless predator? Some of us learn to control ourselves."

"I don't know," Jungwon admitted honestly, a small smile returning to his lips. "But not this. Not... someone who would risk their own safety to save a human. That's not something a monster does." He paused, and his gaze became thoughtful, almost distant for a moment. "I've always believed vampires exist. I've always felt there's more to this world than ordinary people see, beyond science and reason. There are stories, legends... and you are living proof."

You stared at him, a wave of surprise washing over you. He already suspected? The idea deeply unsettled you. Most humans lived in a bubble of ignorance, a protective veil that kept them safe from the truth. Jungwon was different. His mind was open, his curiosity insatiable, his perception sharp.

"If that's the case," you said, your voice soft, almost a challenge, a final warning. "Then you know how dangerous this is. For you. For me. If people find out... you'll be in danger. I'll be in danger. My friends will be in danger."

"I know," Jungwon replied, unfazed, his voice surprisingly calm. "But that doesn't scare me. Not when I know you're different. I'm not afraid. Not of you."

He took another step, closing the distance again, his presence filling the air around you, his warmth radiating towards you. "I want to understand you... I want to know the truth. At the cemetery the other day... they were your parents, weren't they? And the vampires who tried to attack me... do they have a connection to their death?" There was pain in his voice now, a raw, palpable pain, a pain you couldn't deny, because you were also looking the same answers, the same justice.

"Yes, they were my parents, but I don't know who is behind their death, I just know it wasn't an animal attack, and I don't think it was them, from their behavior I can say that those vampires were turned just a few days ago." you said, the truth in your voice, an admission of helplessness that burned you. "I returned to this town to find out. Someone killed my parents. And that person, or thing, will pay. I swear it. I'll find them, and I'll make them pay." Your fists clenched at your sides, your nails became sharp claws for a brief instant, the thirst for revenge burning your throat.

Jungwon noticed the change in your posture, the intensity in your eyes, but he didn't react with fear. Instead, he nodded, a silent understanding passing between you. "Let me help you, my parents were police officers," he offered, his voice calm, sensible. "They were very methodical. They kept diaries, records, letters... maybe there's something in them. Some clue, something only you, with your... with what you are, could understand."

You decided not to ask about his parents, but you could understand that they were dead, just like his grandmother... Was Jungwon someone who no longer had a family, like you?

You hesitated. Accepting his help would bring you closer to him, make you vulnerable, and that was dangerous in a world where vulnerability meant death. But the information... the information was vital, invaluable. And it was offered by a human who already knew your secret, a secret that, for some reason, hadn't made him run away in terror.

"It's too dangerous for you," you warned again, your voice a whisper from the shadows, a last attempt to push him away, to protect him from the imminent darkness that surrounded you. "If you get involved, I'll drag you into a world you can't escape."

"I don't care," Jungwon replied, a small smile forming on his lips, one that promised trouble, but also a strange loyalty. "I've always been good at getting into trouble. And anyway, I feel like I owe you. You saved my life, I can't just ignore it." He extended his hand, watching you with a hopeful look. "Partners in crime?"

You looked at him, your gaze fixed on his outstretched hand. Your survival instinct told you to reject him, to escape, to cling to your loneliness, to the darkness that had been your companion for decades. But something else, something you couldn't name, a small spark of humanity you thought was extinct, prompted you to extend your own hand. Your fingers touched, with a strange sensation that wasn't unpleasant, but curious, intriguing.

"You'll regret this. I swear."

Jungwon smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face, a smile that made you feel something akin to a tremor in your chest, an echo of a forgotten heartbeat.

"I don't think so," he said, his eyes shining with an unexpected light. "I think this is the first time I won't regret anything. I think this is the beginning of something."

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Inhumans Among Humans _ Part 1: Long Desired Companions

[Sung Jinwoo x Alter AU Shadow Monarch Female!Reader - Romantic | Monarch Change AU] Request Base ― Teaser/Prologue ― Part 1 (here) ― Part 2 ― Part 3

“This isn’t… I want… I want to live too…! Why can you all live while I die? Why must I die for you to live? If I can choose… I chose me!”

After waking up from the disastrous Double Dungeon Incident, there was one change that turned your life around. You had woken up to a screen painstakingly close to your face that welcomed you to some program to become strong. You thought you were dreaming and gave it a try, only to find that you weren’t dreaming at all. First up, these screens were only visible to you. Secondly, these screens interact with you as if it was sentient. Thirdly, these screens actually work. By that…

You cut down another wolf and swung your sword to remove its blood from the blade, and an exhale escaped from your lips as you stared at the fallen pack before you. Words of congratulations and notifications of your level-up popped up beside you.

You meant that it actually made you stronger than ever. Once you were an E-Rank that was mocked by the world as the weakest and you could never imagine tanking a dungeon alone. Now though, with this newfound strength you gained, you managed to clear the dungeons provided by the screens. All thanks to the mysterious screens that entered your life from that point onwards.

At a certain point, you started to call it ‘System’ and it responded in kind. Ironically, it acted more like a doting family member than what you had now, or friends who would joke and help you at times of need.

! ALARM [YOU ARE ADVISED TO TAKE THE <JOB CHANGE QUEST>.]

“Aw, but I wanted to be more prepared, you know?” You looked away as you collected the loot you gained from the defeated monsters.

[YOU HAVE BEEN PUSHING THIS QUEST BACK FOR TOO LONG.]

[OVERQUALIFICATION WILL HINDER YOUR GROWTH.]

You pouted and eyed your status window. Each stat was well over 100, and your weakest was vitality, then strength, since you prioritized your agility and sense over all five stats. Now you’re questioning if you should invest more in strength.

[YOU ARE ADVISED TO TAKE THE <JOB CHANGE QUEST> NOW!]

“Ahh! Fine! If I die, it’s your fault, System!”

! ALARM [YOU CANNOT LEAVE THIS DUNGEON UNTIL YOU HAVE CLEARED IT.]

! ALARM [IN THIS AREA, YOUR POTION AND SHOP ABILITY IS RESTRICTED. ON LEVEL UP, YOU DO NOT RECEIVE STATUS HEALING.]

! ALARM [ITEMS SAVED IN YOUR INVENTORY CAN BE USED.]

The moment you finished reading the messages from the System, the battle had begun. You were ambushed from everywhere, removing your ability to hide in the shadows and assess before acting. At first, you were flustered, but you soon got the hang of it as you changed from long-range attack to melee combat. While your raw power left much to be desired, your overpreparations made up for what you lacked. Had you actually taken the quest when you first got it at level 40, you would have struggled immensely, but now you were level 50. It was a cheat, but then… Life’s not fair.

You hummed happily as you picked up the rewards from the fallen knights and animals, equipping yourself with gears and accessories that boosted your stats. The plus side was that they turned invisible after you wore them, and they weren’t even touchable, so there was no hindrance at all. Not to mention, you look pretty stupid if someone could see them on your form.

That wasn’t the main point. You have yet to face a challenge that would be considered as such. Your mind thought back to the System’s nagging and sweatdropped; perhaps you should have listened earlier on. You stopped before a gigantic pair of doors, an ominous aura creeping through the narrow cracks. You took a deep breath and exhaled with your eyes closed. It was a routine action of yours, but one that got you into the zone as you saw it. As childish as it may be, you called your other self that was perfect for dungeon fights above you.

When your eyes opened, your gaze sharpened, and the previous carefree aura you had was gone like a candle flame blown out by the wind. You took out your twin daggers from your inventory and swiftly kicked open the doors, you slipped in through the gap and surveyed your surroundings. Flames atop the pillar lit up one by one, illuminating the giant hall. You quickly ran up the pillar and kicked away the plate with a flame, you watched from a bird’s eye view. There was an empty throne at the end of the room, no enemy in sight.

A chill ran down your spine when you heard clanking metal before you saw it. A knight dressed from head to toe in red armour, a window displayed overhead in red reading [Knight Commander: Igris the Bloodred]. Even with your level raised to 50, this enemy was still red, meaning the odds weren’t in your favour.

Immediately, you switched weapons to your infinite quiver and bow. Just as you drew an arrow to fire, Igris moved at lightning speed. In a panic, you fired, only grazing the side of his helmet instead of the eyes you aimed for. The pillar you were perched on was cut through like butter and proceeded to collapse on you. You jumped to the next pillar, in midair, you turned to fire again at his eyes but this time he blocked it with his sword.

How is he that fast?! The second your feet touched the pillar, Igris had already cut through it again. You didn’t get a moment to boost yourself to another pillar and started to fall. Igris met you halfway and swiped his sword directly at you. You had used your bow to defeat yourself with its [Shield] effect but you were still knocked back into the wall. You coughed and fell to the ground, you looked behind you to find a crater created where you landed on the wall. Weakly, you looked back at your enemy. You knew this wasn’t a fight you could easily win. You couldn’t fight with hand-to-hand combat, it was impossible. Or is it?

You put away your quiver and bow. Instead, you took out two pieces of clothing to tie around your hands. If you could destroy his sword, that would— Huh? You watched in mild confusion as Igris discarded his long sword, even the daggers behind his back. You gulped, this was an enemy that could switch techniques mid-battle?!

There was no time to think as you immediately went into for a punch while Igris appeared to be still shifting gears. You were dead wrong as Igris punched you in the gut, well, he would have if your agility was low. You darted to the side and then behind him, kicking him in the back to make him stumble. There was barely one with his larger form, but you continued the assault. The only weakness you could find was his head, particularly his eyes. Though he must have know where you were targeting since every time you were anywhere close to his head, he’d knock you far away.

What you needed was to limit his movements.

In secret, you wore your clawed metallic fingertip caps and nimbly went from pillar to pillar. It didn’t matter if Igris was destroying them or not, but you just needed him to follow you while you laid the groundwork for your trap. From time to time, you had to avoid his grip that would attempt to grab your ankle as you gained higher ground, so you weren’t swung into the wall. It was more complicated than you’d like since your fatigue meter was increasing bit by bit.

“Ha…” You stopped at the center of the raised platform to admire your work at play. Igris was now immobilized, the thread glistening under the flickering flames. Steel threads, a weapon that strengthened with each snap. You had continuously broken it so that it could come back stronger and stronger, it took a while but now it was unbreakable. Not wasting anytime, you pulled on the threads and they constricted him until eventually they cut through his armour and turned him into pieces of metal.

You collapsed on the throne behind you with a sigh and leaned your head on the back of the throne. If you hadn’t taken this as you were now… You might have died. Now you knew you needed to focus on your [Strength] stats. If your weapons weren’t right and you lacked raw power… You would have died. Period. You glanced back at Igris’ fallen form. This time, you won by sheer luck, it was a mere fluke.

! ALARM [YOU LEVELLED UP!] [YOU LEVELLED UP!]

[RED KNIGHT’S HELMET] [DOMINATOR’S TOUCH] [LEATHER POUCH] [HEARTHSTONE] HAVE BEEN OBTAINED.

[THE JOB CHANGE QUEST WILL BEGIN.]

“What!? But, System, I haven’t checked my rewards!!!” You flinched at the notice. Within seconds, several dark swirling vortexes appeared around you and the fallen knight commander. You glanced back at Igris and then the vortexes, “Don’t tell… Knights are going to come out any second…”

[THE LONGER YOU LAST, THE MORE POINTS YOU CAN COLLECT THAT WILL PLACE YOU INTO A HIGHER-TIER JOB.]

[00:00:00]

[GOOD LUCK.]

“Points…” You eyed the voxtexes and immediately wore your gloves with metallic clawed fingertip caps. Threads came out from the clawed tips and surrounded each vortex like a spider web.

[EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT NEED IT.]

As you suspected, knights walked out of the vortexes and immediately walked right into the steel web you had set up. The first few had their armour cut into shreds. The others halted and those with shields came forward to try and overpower the threads, only to be cut as well. You let out a small grin, the threads may look weak and fragile, and they were when you first got them. Though that’s not what they are now.

“Hold still a bit while I get back my rewards, please.” You hummed as you glared at thin air. Sure enough, the window screens of your rewards came back.

[ITEM: LEATHER POUCH] HAS BEEN OPENED. - YOU HAVE RECEIVED [1,500,000,000 GOLD].

[TOTAL: 4,829,572,924G]

“If only this can be used in my daily life as well… Then I wouldn’t have to be making camp in the forest…” You looked to the side. “Then again… It’s hard to afford for an apartment…”

[ITEM: RED KNIGHT’S HELMET] ITEM CLASS: S TYPE: ARMOUR +15% PHYSICAL DAMAGE REDUCTION +20 STAMINA, +20 STRENGTH

“Help me wear it, System~~” You chimed at the window screen, your fingers twitched and wiggled to emphasise your point. “My hands are a bit tied up at the moment, thanks!” While that was going on for you, you weren’t aware that your slight movements sliced up a few knights crowded at your threads.

[RUNE STONE: DOMINATOR’S TOUCH] TYPE: RUNE STONE - A SKILL CAN BE OBTAINED BY BREAKING THE RUNE.

“Oh, drop the stone at the threads! It’ll break that way, right?” You jumped at the chance to gain another skill, its name touches ominous vibes, but also an empowering title all the same, so you were eager to have it. You watched as the rune stone was dropped onto your threads and broke. Immediately, you felt something within you and read the new screen.

[SKILL: DOMINATOR’S TOUCH LV.1] ACTIVE SKILL NO MANA REQUIRED - YOU CAN CONTROL OBJECTS WITHOUT TOUCHING THEM.

“So… Telekinese… Basically.” Your head tilted at the description. The no mana part was something you keyed in on since you didn’t have to watch your mana, using this skill would be very useful in battle. If your guess is correct, you’ll have to level it up to move objects bigger and heavier. “Alright, last one.”

[ITEM: HEARTSTONE] TYPE: CONSUMABLE - A QUEST-EXCLUSIVE ITEM. IF YOU BREAK THE HEARTHSTONE, YOU WILL INSTANTLY LEAVE THE DUNGEON. IF THE JOB QUEST ENDS, THE DUNGEON IS AUTOMATICALLY DESTROYED. CANNOT BE STORED.

“What?!” You watched in slow motion as the stone was dropped from thin air. If it drops and breaks, your quest ends! You immediately discarded the hold on one of your hands that controlled the threads to activate {Dominator’s Touch}, catching it before it could touch the ground and break in any way. “Why can’t it be stored?!”

The knights came at you with the threads gone from their vortex entrance. You placed the stone in your pocket for safekeeping before trying to reinstate your threads again. However, their distance was too close, and you couldn’t pull on them for the same effect. You abandoned your plan and ran at them, exchanging your gloves for daggers as you swiped at them any chance you got until you made it to the walls and ran up. You stabbed the daggers into the walls to serve as your footholds, and you pulled out your bow and quiver of arrows, shooting at any that came close to you.

The unusual aspect of this situation was the absence of a level-up notification. While the healing after levelling up would be restricted, the level-up function was still active since you had levelled up after defeating the knight commander. You observed the crowded knights and spotted a few clothed figures that were set apart from the knights. Why haven’t the mage been attacking you now or when the threads were still present? Were their magic that weak or…

“Summons.” You aimed an arrow at one and they disintegrated into nothingness, leaving only a pendant and their cloak behind. A number of knight armours broke down and fell to the ground in pieces.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

[SKILL: ‘DEAD SHOT’ HAS BEEN LEARNED.]

“That’s confirmation enough.” You took out more arrows and aimed. The vortexes are the mages’ spell, the knights are the summons that continuously come out of them as long as the vortex’s active with the mage’s survivability. Kill the root of the cause, kill the knights.

[EFFECT: ‘BIRD’S EYE VIEW’ HAS ACTIVATED.]

A holographic eyeglass appeared over your dominant eye as a clear view of the crowd came into view, the view moved as it followed your line of sight. So you searched for the cloaked hooded figures within the crowd. There are five mages remaining, so you have five targets. You let your arrows fly, but they only hit two of them and the other three had the intelligence to use the knights around them as shields to deflect your arrows.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.] [YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

You moved quickly when the remaining three got together on their knees for what appeared to be some form of larger spell. You abandoned your bow back into your inventory and took your daggers out of the wall as you fell to the ground. You reached out your hand and curled your fingers inwards to your palm. Using {Dominator’s Touch}, you grabbed onto the neck of one of the mages and and squeezed it tight until the notification popped up.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

Though the spell was completed. The remains of the fallen knights merged together as a neon purple glow turned them into a larger and stronger form as a golem that towered over everything in the room. It stomped its feet at you as if trying to crush a bug, but with your agility, you were far superior in speed. Merging the knights wasn’t a smart move since you had more space to act. You used {Dominator’s Touch} to give yourself a boost as you dragged yourself right into the magicians’ summoning party. You slashed your daggers at them and that was game.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.] [YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

You turned your head to make sure your enemies were all defeated. The knights all dropped dead to the ground, even the golem collapsed back into the pile of knight armours it once was. You breathed in and out, in and out, catching yourself as you calmed your heartbeat. You glanced to the timer, “Is it over, System?”

[00:29:21]

[ALL THE MONSTERS IN THE ROOM HAVE BEEN SLAIN, THE QUEST WILL END NOW.]

“So hey… I didn’t exactly last a long time… Given that the digits are in hours too, but does that mean I’ll be in a low-ranking job?” You nervously asked your nice companion.

[YOU WILL BE GIVEN A CLASS BASED ON THE PERFORMANCE YOU HAVE GIVEN DURING THE QUEST.]

[A JOB WILL BE GRANTED AFTER THE PLAYER’S ACTIONS HAVE BEEN ANALYSED.] - PLEASE WAIT PATIENTLY.

You hummed as you waited. Your mind replayed what you did. You went straight to the point, analyzed the situation, and acted without delay. You could be placed into an assassin class, a spy, maybe, or a ninja? If there were such a thing available. You don’t see yourself as tank or mage at least. You could understand a ranger with your mastery over the bow and the use of threads, and a fighter since you did rely on your daggers.

[WHEREVER THE PLAYER GOES, THE REAPER FOLLOWS.] [THE PLAYER’S PATH IS LITTERED WITH CORPSES, THE SMELL OF BLOOD, AND CARNAGE.] [AS THE PLAYER POSSESSES STRENGTH, SHE DOES NOT LEAVE ANYTHING TO HER TEAMMATES, AND OVERCOMES EVERYTHING WITH HER OWN STRENGTH AND INTELLIGENCE.] [YOUR DESIRE FOR POWER BURNS STRONG ENOUGH TO CALL THOSE WHO WANDER THE VALLEY OF DEATH, AND THE ARMY OF THE DEAD WHO FOLLOWS YOUR COMMANDS SHALL CREATE A PATH WHERE YOUR WORD WILL BE THE LAW AND YOU WOULD NEVER NEED OUTSIDERS’ HELP AGAIN.]

[YOUR JOB IS “NECROMANCER”.]

“Huh?” You blinked at the windows with their cryptic messages. “Are you sure that’s me? I’m not that scary… Am I?”

[YOU ARE.]

“Hey now…” You chuckled. You stared at the window that displayed your result. A necromancer is a magic sub-class, and while you have increased your [Intelligence] stat to master your various weapons and their unique skills, you don’t focus much on magic. Could it be because of your continuous use of {Dominator’s Touch} during the quest?

A grim magician that summons an army of undead to do their bidding. Wait, summon? You eyed the fallen knights and mages around the room. If you did have companions that helped you like the System, then you could earn more money no problem and make life easier. Plus, these undead should be loyal beings, right? They would be betraying you and follow your commands, they would be practically immortal as well, as long as you were alive.

You really wouldn’t need to rely on another person. You chuckled bitterly and smiled with your eyebrows furrowed. How pathetic. Are you that desperate for companionship that you would take a job like this? To be friends with your own power? You pushed it to the back of your mind. Who had the right to judge or question you. You had been on your own for too long. If being a necromancer was the only way you could surround yourself with trusted beings for your own good, then so be it.

True, you’re not sure about whether the undead you summon would be able to grow stronger, but you could. The stronger you grow, the stronger your summons as logic would point to. In time, you’d be able to clear dungeons alone with relative ease. Either way, you can grow stronger and so can your future companions.

! ALARM [WILL YOU ACCEPT YOUR JOB?] YES NO

“No need to ask, yes.” You smiled.

[YOUR JOB HAS BEEN CHOSEN.]

[BASED ON YOUR PERFORMANCE AND POINTS, YOU WILL BE GIVEN A CHANCE TO PROMOTE TO A SUPERIOR CLASS.]

[YOU HAVE OVERACHIEVED THE EXPECTED PLAY TIME.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[YOU DID NOT USE A HEARTSTONE.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[FINAL HEALTH IS ABOVE 80%.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[ALL ENEMIES HAVE BEEN SLAIN.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[THE TOTAL POINTS HAVE EXCEEDED THE FEAT LIMIT.]

[YOU WILL BE PROMOTED FROM ‘NECROMANCER’ TO ‘SHADOW MONARCH’.]

Shadows swirled and came at you, instead of devouring you or overwhelming you, it felt like a blanket over your form. It clung to you and cloaked you with a refreshing chill. Exhale and you could see your breath for a few seconds before it disappeared. “Woah…”

[YOU HAVE LEARNED A JOB-EXCLUSIVE SKILL.]

[YOU HAVE OBTAINED BONUS STATS.]

[YOU HAVE OBTAINED THE TITLE ‘THE ONE WHO OVERCAME ADVERSITY’.]

Your head turned to the screams and cries you heard all around you, your eyes glowed as you spotted the faint shadowy whisps from the knight armoury.

[SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.]

“So it’s more like turning corpses into summons than randomly summoning stuff…” You remarked aloud after understanding the System’s windows. You blinked and turned to the first and hardest opponent you faced, you skipped over the knight armours to what remains of the knight commander Igris. You only had a hard time when you faced him, if he was your companion…

[PLEASE SELECT YOUR COMMAND PHRASE FOR SHADOW EXTRACTION.]

“Wakey wakey~”

[ARE YOU SURE?]

“....Get up?”

[LAST CHANCE.]

“Fine fine…” You gave up and offered your hand to Igris, your eyes closed briefly before reopening with a purple hue. Like you were possessed by some force or destiny, the word came naturally to you. “Arise.”

Shadows shifted at your word and chilling tone, the black smoke twirled and twisted from the gaps of the armour. The translucent state slowly formed a solid figure you recalled moments ago. Only this time, he wasn’t plated in blood-red armour but pitch-black from head to toe; the only colours were the ponytail at the top of the helmet that flowed down to his back, and between the gaps of his armour were neon blue, even his eyes.

[SHADOW’S LEVEL WILL BE 7.]

[SHADOWS HIGHER THAN RANK KNIGHT CAN BE NAMED.]

“A name…” You hummed at the knight commander, frankly you have no talent for naming and his old name had a ring to it so… “Igris. You are simply Igris now.”

[IGRIS LV.7] RANK: KNIGHT

[YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY EXTRACTED THE SHADOW.]

“Let’s call on other companions to join you. Can’t be a commander without soldiers.” You shifted your attention to the piles of armour. You had more than enough space to extract more Shadows into your army of the dead. You had to thank yourself for waiting a while before doing this quest, since if you had done so when you level and stats were lower, you might be able to accomplish much. “Arise.”

[SHADOW INFANTRY LV.1] RANK: NORMAL

[SHADOW MAGICIAN LV.1] RANK: ELITE

[SHADOWS ABLE TO BE EXTRACTED: 37/50]

[REMINDER: YOU CANNOT RECALL SHADOW SOLDIERS THAT HAVE BEEN SENT TO NOTHINGNESS.]

You smiled at them as they all bowed to you, your eyes glowing blue, “Let’s enjoy our time together, my faithful comrades in arms.”

Note: Now, Jinwoo won't be appearing a while, so don't go asking where is Jinwoo and such in the comments section or my inbox. There's a lot to cover before Jinwoo appears and the story moves on. As polled before, this story is now a romantic one between Jinwoo and Reader, the ending of this story will be before the Jeju Arc, meaning Beru and the JP Hunters onwards won't be appearing in this series. All parts are around this length, around 2800-3000+ words, so it'll take a while to update. Please be patient.

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sleepingdiaryzzz · 8 months ago

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so yandere young justice (platonic if possible if not then normal yandere will do) x reader with very strong psycick powers and has to keep their emotions in check but to do so they act cold and thus treets and thinks of the team as coworkers like the ones that you do not like, (cuz reader is only on the team so the JL wont constantly bother them) now I want the team to think reader is a piece of shit in the start but then they witness reader showing kindness to a kid controled genlte kindness, now young justice will think why do they not get this kindness why does reader hate us why why WHY, and thus an obbsession would form and eventually delousion with the memory of reader helping the kid being twisted into reader helping them showing that gentle kindness that they oh so wish to have.

(That became a ramble but I think there Are 3 patos we can go for why the JL bothers reader here, A the JL Are becoming yandere for reader, B reader is so powerful that they could easily pull mountains out off the ground, rip giant ships out of space or rip it spart in space (this reader is very inspired by star killer from starwars) or option C its a combo of the 2 previously mentioned.)

Yandere young Justice x reader

The day you joined Young Justice was a day that would forever be etched into their minds, though not for reasons anyone could have anticipated. You stood before them with an expression so blank and emotionless it felt like you were looking through them, not at them, as though they were mere shadows rather than people. Your tone, flat and detached, set the stage for what would come to define your presence among them.

“I’m not here to be your friend,” you said, voice calm but cutting, each word sharp enough to slice through the fragile threads of camaraderie they’d hoped to extend. “I didn’t choose to be here, and I don’t want to be here. This is strictly business.”

The room had fallen into a stunned silence, the team exchanging glances filled with confusion, irritation, and a faint flicker of disbelief. Wally, never one to keep his opinions to himself, had scoffed loudly and leaned back in his chair, the movement exaggerated as though he needed everyone to see just how unimpressed he was.

“Well, that’s one way to introduce yourself,” he said with a roll of his eyes so dramatic it could’ve been mistaken for an acrobatic stunt.

Artemis, who was never far behind when it came to expressing her disdain, crossed her arms and gave you a once-over that screamed skepticism. “Let me guess,” she said with a sneer. “You’re one of those people who thinks teamwork is for suckers, right?”

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t react at all. Instead, you regarded her with the same detached indifference you seemed to have for everything around you. “I’m here to complete missions,” you said simply. “Whether you like me or not doesn’t matter. Just stay out of my way.”

If you had thrown a punch, it would’ve landed softer than your words. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on, and though no one said it outright, the unspoken consensus was clear: they didn’t like you, and they didn’t trust you.

But that suited you just fine.

From the very beginning, you were an enigma wrapped in steel.

Mission after mission, you fulfilled your role with precision and efficiency that bordered on inhuman. Where others might falter or hesitate, you moved with unwavering confidence, your psychic abilities tearing through obstacles like they were made of paper. You were power personified, a force of nature contained within a vessel that seemed utterly devoid of humanity.

It wasn’t that you were incompetent—far from it. Your skills on the battlefield were unmatched, and your ability to assess a situation with cold, calculating precision often meant the difference between success and failure. But outside the chaos of combat, you were a ghost. You spoke only when absolutely necessary, offering clipped, impersonal responses that left no room for connection or understanding.

It didn’t take long for the resentment to set in.

“Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?” Robin had snapped one evening after a particularly grueling mission, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His mask couldn’t quite hide the anger burning in his eyes as he stepped closer, his frustration practically radiating off him in waves.

You had barely spared him a glance, your tone as indifferent as ever. “I did what needed to be done,” you said simply, as though the conversation bored you.

“Yeah, and you ignored the rest of us while you did it!” Wally interjected, his voice rising in pitch as his frustration spilled over. “It’s like you don’t even care if we live or die, as long as the mission gets done!”

For a brief moment, your gaze flicked between the two of them, your expression unreadable. Then, with a shrug that spoke volumes about how little their opinions mattered to you, you turned and began walking away. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

Your words left them seething, but they didn’t follow. They couldn’t.

Because deep down, they knew they wouldn’t get through to you.

In truth, their accusations weren’t entirely wrong. You didn’t care—not about their opinions, their feelings, or their endless attempts to drag you into conversations that didn’t concern you. You didn’t care because caring was dangerous.

Your power wasn’t just a gift; it was a burden, a constant weight pressing down on you with an intensity that would’ve crushed anyone weaker. Every emotion, every flicker of feeling, threatened to unravel the fragile control you’d built over the years. A single moment of anger could rip a building from its foundation, a fleeting surge of fear could crush the air from someone’s lungs, and a whisper of sorrow could unleash a psychic storm capable of leveling a city.

So you didn’t allow yourself to feel.

You buried your emotions beneath layers of apathy and detachment, locking them away where they couldn’t hurt anyone. It was easier that way. Safer.

But the team didn’t understand. They couldn’t.

And so, they labeled you as cold, unfeeling, and selfish.

You didn’t correct them.

Everything changed during the mission in Qurac.

The objective had been straightforward: neutralize the alien technology that had been manipulating a local village into violent hostility. The team worked as a unit, moving through the conflict with practiced efficiency, their movements honed by months of training and experience.

You stayed on the outskirts, your psychic energy swirling around you in a tangible aura of power that seemed almost alive. You tore through the enemy with ease, dismantling their defenses like a child breaking apart toys.

But then, amid the chaos, you found him.

A boy, no older than five, huddled beneath a crumbling pile of rubble. His body shook with silent sobs, his tiny hands clutching a broken toy as though it were the only thing anchoring him to the world.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you hesitated.

Slowly, you knelt before him, your movements deliberate and measured, as though afraid any sudden motion might scare him further. “It’s okay,” you said softly, your voice a gentle whisper that barely carried over the noise around you. “You’re safe now.”

The boy looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, his small frame trembling as he clung to the remnants of his shattered world. Carefully, you extended a hand, your psychic energy weaving around him in a protective cocoon that shielded him from the chaos.

“I won’t hurt you,” you promised, your tone softer than anyone had ever heard it.

The boy hesitated for only a moment before reaching for you, his tiny fingers wrapping around yours with a trust that made something in your chest tighten. As you lifted him into your arms, your energy wrapped around him like a blanket, cradling him with a tenderness that felt foreign yet instinctive.

“It’s going to be alright,” you murmured, holding him close.

You didn’t notice the team watching.

They couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The image of you holding that boy, your voice filled with a kindness they’d never heard before, played over and over in their minds like a loop they couldn’t escape. It was so unlike the version of you they thought they knew, so completely at odds with the cold, detached figure who treated them like insignificant coworkers.

For Wally, it became an obsession. He replayed the memory in his mind constantly, dissecting every word, every gesture, every flicker of emotion. He wanted—no, needed—to see that side of you again. But this time, he wanted it for himself.

M’gann’s thoughts took a different path, though no less consuming. She convinced herself that the kindness you’d shown wasn’t an anomaly but a glimpse of your true self, buried beneath layers of pain and fear. “You do care,” she whispered to herself, clinging to the thought as though it were a lifeline. “You just don’t know how to show it.”

Even Robin, the logical and analytical one, found himself unraveling. He began watching you more closely, searching for cracks in the facade you’d built around yourself, desperate for another glimpse of the humanity he now believed was hidden beneath.

They all wanted the same thing: you.

And as their obsession grew, so too did their desperation.

(A/n: it's lacking smth idk what but I tried making it platonic but I think I went overboard and kind made it into romantic??? Please Tell me if I did and be honest 🙏🙏)

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mesetacadre · 1 year ago

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this might be a silly question, but. ive recently learned more about the devastating effects of sanctions on countries like cuba, dprk, or venezuela, and how much unnecessary suffering they cause among the population, especially when it comes to food or medicine shortages. but then bds also calls for sanctions against israel, and im wondering, is there any meaningful difference between that and the sanctions already imposed by the US on other countries? i feel a bit hypocritical when i argue against sanctions while at the same time supporting bds, i feel like they are very different situations with different outcomes but i lack the understanding to really grasp how they are different, if that makes any sense

Sanctions are the systematic blockade of all or certain sectors of trade under military or economic threat by the sanctioner (mostly just the USA in recent history) to any potential agents who might try to ignore the sanction. These sanctions typically include things like medical supplies, food if the country is dependent on imports (like most countries who get sanctioned), electricity, fuel, both light and heavy industry, agricultural products and machines, the global financial system, and other such key sectors. These sanctions, overwhelmingly, only serve to impoverish the country, create undue suffering and political strife. This political strife/instability is usually the main goal of sanctions, to destabilize the target government. However, this political instability more often than not does not result in a magical restoration of "democracy" or "human rights", it usually leads the country down a path of further isolationism and political violence that only worsens its general situation. It also makes it much easier for factions like ISIS to gain popularity and support, since people are desperate. Sanctions are inhumane measures which only makes a country suffer for no good reason. The sanctioners know this, they don't care, and I'd wager that suffering is often the actual point of these sanctions. What has the 60 year old blockade achieved in Cuba? It has only caused pointless poverty, and the stated goal of the sanctions, which is to ultimately remove the communist government, has failed, is failing, and Cuba is managing to make due with what they have.

BDS call for sanctions mostly in regards to military equipment and related products/services, for NATO to stop aiding the genocide, or the banning of Israel from international events such as the olympics. No Israeli will ever go hungry because they no longer get European-made ordinance or because they don't get to participate in Eurovision. This is what BDS says in their Sanctions and governments campaign (which is behind two menus, this is also not the main focus of BDS, by far):

The BDS movement calls for sanctions against Israel, similar to the sanctions that were imposed against apartheid South Africa. These sanctions could include a military embargo, an end to economic links and the cutting of diplomatic ties. In the meantime, the BDS movement is calling for states to take steps to meet their legal obligations not to be complicit in the commission of particular Israeli crimes and not to provide recognition, aid or assistance that help Israel maintain its regime of settler colonialism, apartheid.. This includes, for example, the obligation for states to immediately end to all trade that sustains illegal Israeli settlements in the Occupied Palestinian Territory and the suspension of free trade agreements and other bilateral agreements with Israel.

Notice the greater emphasis on military and diplomatic ties, and how economic/trade sanctions are only called for when it «sustains illegal Israeli settlements in the Occupied Palestinian Territory». Sure, this will (if it is ever adopted by Israel's significant trade partners) cause some suffering for the poor illegal settlers who had just moved into their shiny new apartment blocks built atop acres of land that sustained the surrounding Palestinian villages. The mere existence of these settlements cause more suffering than any sanction could ever cause.

Calling for these sanctions against Israel, which again, don't even come from comparable agents, are both less harmful towards the total population of Israel, and occur in a completely different context. I'm not going to pretend I care about the wellbeing of settlers whose houses didn't even exist 10 years ago. If these sanctions ever do occur in a significant enough scale (dubious), and those settlers don't want to find themselves in a food desert because Carrefour closed all their stores in the west bank, they shouldn't have moved into land stolen from a people facing genocide in the first place. We're also wagering hypothetical and non-global suffering against the now more than 100,000 dead Palestinians in Gaza in the past year, not even counting those who died ever since the first Nakba.

Like BDS points out, these types of grassroots and targeted boycotts/sanctions worked in South Africa, and the white South Africans didn't even suffer that much. Wager these short-lived and targeted sanctions against these other half-century long sanctions sustained by the US' strongarm policy that have prevented basically anything from getting into Cuba or the DPRK.

While those two things are both called sanctions, they have radically different objectives, methods, range, timescale, and character. I can't reiterate this enough, the North Korean collective farmer and the Israeli settler in the west bank have nothing in common when it comes to their position. Only one of them is complicit in genocide through their own actions, only one of them has any degree of blame, and only one of their governments is actually doing anything that warrants any kind of international action. And again, the BDS strategy focuses much more on military sanctions. Let's also be practical for a second, and acknowledge that the US is never going to withdraw their support for Israel, and especially will never sanction Israel. Israel is simply never going to face the same kind of sanctions that Venezuela or Cuba are facing, nor with the same severity, nor with the same restrictions on products essential for life.

#ask #anon

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thatonegrimm · 28 days ago

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The Manager’s Guide to Demon Boybands: A Witch’s Oath

Unplanned, Unveiled

Chapter6/Chapter7/Chapter8

The rig shouldn’t have fallen.

The safety cables were checked. Twice.

But in the blink of an eye, half the lighting grid groaned, tilted and crashed toward the stage where she stood with her clipboard.

She didn't have time to react.

A force slammed into her side, knocking her off her feet just before metal met flesh. Sparks flew. The air snapped hot with the smell of singed rubber and burning plastic.

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You hit the floor, hard.

Eyes opening in time to see the stage split with a roar and Abby, arms braced above him, holding up the half-collapsed rig like it weighed nothing. Muscles bulging, veins dark against his skin, his jaw clenched with inhuman focus.

Behind him, Romance, one hand glowing faintly crimson, stood among the wreckage. The steel beneath his fingers hissed and bent-melted, actually reshaping just enough to push the collapsed structure off to the side.

Neither of them looked human just then.

Not exactly.

Not enough.

you stayed still, blinking.

Abby looked down, eyes wide with panic. “Are you okay?! Manager-nim—did it hit you?”

“No,” she said, breathless. “I’m fine.”

He exhaled. Relief softened his features. He knelt beside her, still flushed, still glowing faintly around the shoulders.

“Don’t move yet,” he said. “You might be in shock.”

“Did you—” she started, her voice too calm, too steady. “You caught it. You held it.”

Romance crouched near them now, brushing soot off his sleeves like he’d just stepped out of a photo shoot instead of a near-death disaster. “Technically he held it. I just... discouraged it from falling further.”

“Discouraged it?” she echoed.

Romance smiled crookedly. “You know. With my hands. And maybe a little fire.”

She sat up. Dust clung to her blazer. Her eyes scanned the stage—everyone else had cleared out or was yelling for emergency staff. But these two weren’t panicking.

They weren’t pretending anymore, either.

Abby opened his mouth. Closed it. Then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand still glowing faintly with heat. “Okay. So… uh. This is gonna sound crazy—”

“She’s not screaming,” Romance cut in, sounding almost offended.

“I know she’s not screaming.”

“She’s just staring. Like she expected this.”

“I didn’t expect it,” You said softly. “But I’m not scared.”

That threw them both off.

Abby shifted uncomfortably. “You should be. Not because we’d hurt you—we wouldn’t—but most humans don’t take this well. Finding out their clients are—”

“Not normal?” You supplied.

Romance chuckled. “Understatement. We’re not exactly in your company handbook.”

“Clearly,” she muttered. Then blinked. “You’re telling me you’re not human.”

“We’re demons,” Abby said, finally, gently. “Not… hellfire and pitchforks demons. But still demons. And we’ve been trying to keep that part quiet.”

Romance leaned in, tone teasing but cautious. “So... this the part where you run? Or call the Vatican?”

You looked at them both. At the wariness in Abby’s face. At the easy grin that didn’t quite mask Romance’s tension.

You thought of the prophecy.

Of five flames. Of your oath. And you smiled—small, tired, but real.

“I think I need a coffee,” she said. “And probably a new lighting tech.” Romance blinked. “You’re still not screaming.”

“Should I be?”

Abby looked floored. “You’re seriously not going to quit?”

“I don’t have time to quit. You have a showcase in three weeks and at least two of you don’t know your left from your right when dancing.” There was a pause. Then Romance laughed—a real one, unguarded. “I like her,” he said.

“Me too,” Abby muttered, standing and offering her his hand. She took it.

“Can we... pretend this conversation didn’t happen?” he asked. “For the others. For now.”

“Sure,” she said. “But maybe... next time something like this happens, give me a little warning?”

“No promises,” Romance grinned.

They helped her to her feet.

Behind them, the stage still smoldered faintly.

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Your Apartment – Midnight

The apartment was dark except for a single lamp, its golden glow catching the edge of an old leather-bound journal. The kind you couldn’t buy anymore. Not online. Not anywhere.

You sat at the desk, fingers ink-stained, mug of herbal tea untouched beside you.

You didn’t write on a laptop for this. These were the kinds of thoughts you committed to paper, spelled into pages with memory and meaning. Your handwriting was neat. Controlled.

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Journal Entry – June 28th

The lighting rig was sabotaged. I’m sure of it. But that’s not the important part. What matters is what happened after.

Abby caught it—caught over two hundred pounds of steel like it was nothing. No marks. No hesitation. His arms glowed. Aura saturated. Not just strength—resilience. Protection. That’s his aspect. Romance melted steel. That’s not metaphor. It bent under his fingers. Some kind of infernal heat, but controlled. Elemental? Or charm-based? Possibly both. He deflected suspicion with a joke. Classic distraction technique. I wonder if he even realizes he does it.

She paused. There was something unsettling about how effortlessly they had performed—their abilities flashing under pressure. It was almost as if they were used to hiding in plain sight.

Another line:

They told me what they are. Or rather, what they think I am. Human. How strange, to be considered the weakest in this situation. Yet, in a way, it felt strangely comforting. A position I was unfamiliar with, but not necessarily unwelcome.

She paused again, her mind replaying the events on stage.

Romance’s power—raw, intense, and so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating off him. And Abby, lifting the rig as if it were weightless, his strength practically tangible in the air. They weren’t like the demons she’d read about. These weren’t just stories of monsters. No, these were beings of real, living power—alive, breathing, and real. It felt like they had no place in this world, yet they had somehow learned to adapt, to fit in. They were creatures of myth, but they were more than that—they were very much alive. And they were hers to protect, whether she was ready for it or not.

They don't know I already knew. That I was warned of them before they were even born into these bodies. That I chose this path knowing it would end like this—with broken glamours and bent truths. They still think they’re hiding something from me. But the truth is... I think I’m the only one hiding anything.

You closed the journal.

You didn’t lock it. No one could read it but you anyway.

Outside the window, across the narrow street, the faint light of another apartment flickered.

You could see their balcony. Just barely.

A shadow passed behind gauzy curtains.

You smiled, just slightly.

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The Saja Boys’ Apartment – 12:14 AM

The living room still smelled like popcorn and cologne. Someone had left a game paused on the TV. But no one was playing it.

The five demons sat scattered on the couch and floor, unusually quiet.

Romance sprawled across the beanbag chair, one hand behind his head, the other playing with a lighter he wasn’t technically supposed to have.

“She didn’t scream,” he said again, for the third time.

Jinu adjusted his glasses. “Plenty of people go into shock during traumatic events.”

“She made a joke, Jinu. She told me I needed to fix my shirt before the next stage rehearsal.”

Abby looked up from where he sat on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. “I think she might actually be... okay with it.” “She’s human,” Baby said. He was upside down on the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “They don’t do okay with demon stuff.”

“She didn’t look scared,” Mystery said softly. He was near the balcony, the curtains half-open. Watching the same street as you. But you didn’t know that. “She looked… focused.”

There was a long pause.

Jinu stood, pacing. “We need to be careful. We don’t know how she’s reacting yet. She could be pretending.”

“She could be a demon hunter,” Baby added.

“No hunter walks around with a clipboard and color-coded schedules,” Romance muttered.

Abby rubbed the back of his neck. “What if she is just human? But… different? Braver?”

Romance grinned. “Then I think I’m in love.”

Jinu sighed. “Don’t fall for the manager.”

“Too late,” Baby said.

“Too obvious,” Mystery whispered.

They all looked at him.

He didn’t explain.

AN: This was such a fun (and tense) chapter to write!! I’ve been waiting forever to start peeling back the layers on their demon sides, and of course Abby and Romance had to be the first ones to slip up. 😅And Mystery's keeping secrets of course.

Also: shoutout to manager-nim for being calm under pressure. The clipboard is mightier than the sword, apparently.

Taglist: @poem-bee @gremlinartstudio @wantstoliveinfantasy @lovely-maryj @buggaboobich @idkokfu @osball @tenaciouskittenpuff @venommie

#kpdh x reader #saja boys x reader #baby x reader #jinu x reader #abby x reader #mystery x reader #romance x reader #kpdh #kpop demon hunters #TMGDB

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ellovett · 3 months ago

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. TWST STAFF OC - Kazimierz Czerno-Noctis

NRC's very own Curses professor.. click for better quality!! thought itd be fun to redesign + redraw him too :3 rbs over likes if u pleasee ihihi

lore n more doodles under the cut:

- - "sigh all you like, my lessons outlast empires. you'll thank me in a century or two." - -

Basic Lore n Background:

So Kazimierz used to be a powerful demon in canon TWST lore, a feared myth and monster in the olden times. Think thousaaands of years before the canon events of TWST.

He was said to have wreaked havoc across all of Twisted Wonderland, spreading pain, chaos and destruction, a war mongerer, an inhuman force of evil. In later times it's also said that Kazimierz might have played a part in the beginning stages of the Fae war, causing conflicts between kingdoms and species to worsen and fester. Cults were formed after him, beliefs, movements, etc.

His quiet invisible reign went on until he was caught in the heat of the war. He was fought, valiantly defeated, and was deprived of his magical abilities, now forced to be condensed to this more human-like state. As punishment, Kazimierz got magically bound to Night Raven College by some sort of powerful incantation and spell that Crowley and the Bureau of Magic had inflicted to keep Kazimierz harmless and subdued, he is unable to leave and currently he's far too weak to reverse the spell over him, think of it as community service for his several war crimes. He is currently NRC's prisoner.

Not many know this, only those who were there to witness his undoing, and those who were there to inflict that undoing upon him. For this, he despises Crowley. The Bureau of Magic. And Fayette Marraine Dieu, the spellcaster of his curse. He's taken to biding his time, subconsciously waiting for the right moment to strike.. maybe those overblots could help him.

Personality:

Just because he's a prisoner of war being faced with the ultimate humiliation of having to teach a bunch of children, it doesn't mean he's going to be nice about it.

Once a cataclysm made flesh, Kazimierz carries himself with the aloof dignity of a being who has witnessed kingdoms rise and rot into dust. He's still as prideful as his old self. Darkly elegant, theatrical, and poised. An old god masquerading as a professor.

Kazimierz is deeply arrogant, though his disdain rarely shows itself outwardly or through just straight up cruelty. Rather, it lingers in the way he addresses others (or his lack of addressing others), how he answers questions with withering patience, and how he never seems to lowers his gaze when spoken to. He speaks in carefully chosen words, often laced with irony, like someone who thinks mortals have little to say worth hearing. Even among the fae, whom he considers closer to his level, his approval is sparse and always conditional. But in recent years he's softened...sort of..like a senile old man who always complains about the temperature or how loud his co-workers keyboard is.

Though he doesn't torment his students, his classroom is not a place of comfort. He fosters a climate of awe and quiet fear. Mistakes are corrected with chilling precision, and praise is given so rarely it might as well be myth. Still, the brightest students admire him. Not for his warmth (obviously), but for the depth of his knowledge, his effortless command of curses, and his grandeur. Kazimierz can certainly walk the talk.

You can never rely on the guy to help with any school affairs, his disdain for Crowley runs so deep the moment he and his school needs help Kazimierz has already tapped out. Though for the MC, he's made some exceptions.

Trivia:

I think eventually in the story Kazimierz sees the MC in like a child-figure kind of way. Somehow he resonates with their situation, being stuck in another world or environment with no recollection of their identity. Is silently protective of them..he thinks that rat..rodent thing behind them is annoying though..

He's 6'5" tall, currently the tallest out of the canon stuff, including horns of course

Has history with Vanrouge, he's seen the fae general in battle at the peak of both of their primes. Found it both impressive and amusing how insistently Lilia threw himself in the face of danger. The war changed him, that's for sure. But he certainly didn't expect the war to soften the fae ..raising a human as his own. It reminded Kazimierz that even the most fearsome of beings can have their power lowered due to mere..affection. He thought it was weak. But they have more in common than Kazimierz would like to admit.

Oddly enough actually gets along with his co-workers, to an extent, he's part of their silly little group chat in the virtual rectangular phone. Sam sends amusing clips and pictures on occasion, Ashton with pictures of himself in the mirror (why does he do that), Divus' cars (all ghastly in print.). While he and Mozus just..lurk. Crowley's not invited, for obvious reasons.

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sailorsoons · 2 months ago

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This post is a bit different from what I usually share here, but I can’t stay silent in the face of the crisis unfolding within my Latino community and among other immigrant communities. The Trump administration’s surge in ICE raids demands our attention and action.

The recent ICE raids taking place across the country are deeply disturbing, unethical, unlawful, and inhumane. These actions include the use of violence, the disruption of legal proceedings, and the detainment of immigrants who are lawfully seeking asylum and going through proper legal channels to secure citizenship in this country. Denying individuals their right to due process goes against the very principles this country claims to uphold.

I urge you to contact your local representatives and demand they take a stand against the Trump administration’s immigration policies and the violent, unconstitutional actions of ICE. What’s happening is not only morally wrong, it’s a fucking betrayal of the values and legal protections that should be guaranteed to everyone in this country, and it is a dangerous precedent to set that people who are not citizens of this country but are in this country have no rights at all.

If you see an ICE raid or see your neighbors or members of your community being questioned or attempted to be taken to be detained, stand as a witness. Record. Serve as an observer. Take down names and license plates, badge numbers, anything. Offer to serve as a legal observer for your community members - literally anything to give them a chance.

HELPFUL LINKS: FIND YOUR STATE/LOCAL OFFICIALS | KNOW YOUR RIGHTS (ENG) | KNOW YOUR RIGHTS (ESP) | WRITE TO CONGRESS TO DEMAND THE RETURN OF DETAINED IMMIGRANTS

DONATIONS: COALITION FOR HUMAN IMMIGRANT RIGHTS | CENTER FOR IMMIGRATION JUSTICE | AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION

SCRIPT FOR WRITING YOUR OFFICIALS UNDER THE CUT

Dear [official name],

I am writing to urge you to reject the proposed budget moving through the reconciliation process that would prioritize mass deportations and jailing of immigrants over critical investments in families and communities. The $350 billion proposed budget for militarized enforcement and mass deportations would tear families apart while slashing essential programs like SNAP, Medicaid, and student aid that millions of people rely on.

Instead of investing in education, healthcare, and infrastructure, this budget would fund immigration raids in schools, churches, and hospitals — creating fear and instability in our communities. It would also fund the deportation of DACA recipients, farmworkers, and childcare providers, which would devastate local economies and harm businesses.

As your constituent, I urge you to reject this proposal and instead pass a budget that invests in strengthening our communities — one that provides stable support and childcare for working families, expands early childhood education, creates affording housing, and increases access to health care. Our tax dollars should build opportunity, not fund family separation.

Please stand against this harmful budget and instead fight for policies that support families, strengthen local economies, and ensure everyone has the resources to thrive.

Your Constituent,

[Your Name]

#FUCK ICE

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dark-moonlust · 3 months ago

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Blood Moon Claiming

Summary: beast oc x fem reader

Summary: It's the night of the Blood Moon festival and you are eyeing the beast that no one's brave enough to approach. Whispers say he's cursed but you don't want to run. You are drawn, captivated, and decide to tease the beast.

Warnings: NSFW, possessive, all consensual, mutual obsession and pining, beast transformation, mating bond, οral (fem), p in v, overstimulation, knοtting, mating bite and mention of blοοd, nicknames mi reina-my queen,mi vida-my life.

This story was inspired by “The Beast” by Lady Gaga! You can listen to it while reading 😆 And yes… The Beast had to be named Alejandro. For obvious reasons! Find the full oneshot on here.

It was the night of the Blood Moon Festival.

The air tasted like smoke, sweat and exhilaration. Your skin was alive with the beat of the music. The cathedral walls pulsed with music, bass lines hammering your ribs and electrifying your body. Around you, bodies writhed and swirled, vanishing into the dark but none of them mattered.

Because he was here.

The Beast. The Man. The person that haunted the wet edges of your fantasies.

Tall, dangerous, soaked in darkness and danger. Sin incarnate sprawled in a throne-like chair, legs spread, muscles taut.

Everyone kept their distance, everyone refused to even look at him— everyone but you.

Alejandro.

A monster in leather and jeans, standing just over six and a half feet, towering like a god. His body was all raw muscle under bronzed skin, his chest broad, his arms thick with veined power. And his legs? Long strong legs and the way he owned his seat… damn, he was elegant yet lethal.

His face was beautifully beastly; a mix of wolf, lion and human. A sharp nose, wolfish ears, high cheekbones, and lips human enough to form expressions. Lips that appeared half-wet, half-smirking, white fangs peeking.

Dark brown hair fell in tangled waves, long enough to fist, to pull, to wrap around your fingers. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, showing off the vein lines in his arms and hands. Under the dim light, you swore you could see the veins glowing faintly, like magma under skin.

The more you looked at him, the more he stared back, bold and challenging, his claws raking the handrests. But it was his eyes that stopped time and made your heart throb: blood red, glowing, inhuman. They flickered like red flames in the darkness of the party. You were so captivated that you couldn’t stop gazing into their depths.

You saw hunger, the kind that wanted more than flesh. You saw need and craving, the kind that wanted your soul.

Something drew you to him— like heat, like gravity —something primal that curled around your heart, squeezed and whispered, “go to him”.

Taking a deep breath, you weaved among the throngs of dancing people and strutted up to him. Hips swaying, chin high, eyes locked to his like a dare. He stayed still, a low growl vibrating through him. You felt it traveling all over your body.

Whispers swirled around you, half-laughs, half-warnings:

“Girl, he’s cursed. Go away.”

“He’ll turn uglier than death at midnight.”

“The beast is not worth it. His kiss will end you.”

But that bond, that warm feeling in your chest urged you to trust your instincts. Fuck it all. You didn’t want safety. You wanted him. You spotted him in the far shadows, blood-red eyes slicing through the dark, jaw tense, body still. Like something caged.

And suddenly, he sprang up from his chair and ran away, melting into shadow.

He wanted to run, huh?

You followed.

Walking past arched hallways and graffiti-marked stone, you followed his footsteps and that heady scent of him. The boisterous music became a distant hum. You didn’t care where he went—only that he wouldn’t get far.

You found him.

Alone.

Standing in the wide balcony, the red moon bleeding light across his skin.

“Don’t,” he rasped, voice rough. “Midnight’s coming.”

You stepped closer. “I know.”

“Stay away!” he raged, his claws elongating. You could see the fight in his body. The man and the monster fighting. You didn’t care who would prevail. You wanted both.

“Show me,” you whispered. “I want you.”

And then—midnight.

The first bell tolled.

He growled.

Grunted.

And broke.

Screams tore through the place as his back arched and his chest heaved. Skin tore. Bones cracked, his muscles shredding through his clothes. His body doubled in size, muscles bulging, runes glowing red-hot across his arms and neck.

You stood still.

More groans followed. His clothes were destroyed, fur surrounding his muscles, his hands and feet clawed. The runes faded away, his transformation complete. His face was hard, his snout elongated, deadly fangs gleaming in the night.

He was taller, stronger, deadlier.

Ragged breaths left him as he stared at you with awe. Not anger. Not rage. But devotion. Perhaps a little disbelief, too. Because you were still there. You weren’t screaming in terror. You were facing the beast. Unafraid and highly aroused.

Standing on your tippy toes, you grabbed his face and with a growl, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you against his warm, furry chest. You moaned— it felt so darn good and right— and wrapped your legs around him, your dress riding high.

“You,” he snarled, nostrils flaring. “You’re not afraid of me… why the fuck not?”

“I should be afraid,” you whispered even as your body wept for him. “But I’m not. Because I want you. Every time I saw you, I felt it; a pull. You stared at me and into my soul, and I stood there, aching for you.”

Your confession stunned him. But only for a moment.

“And tonight? What changed?”

You swallowed. “Tonight… I… I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to risk it. I had to know what it felt like to be yours.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, mi reina.”

“I want you, Alejandro. Not just tonight. Not just once.” Your voice cracked, your chest heaving against his.

“I am a beast,” he said. “How can you want me? And yet, I sense it. Feel it. Your heat, your hunger, your slick.”

You nodded, gyrating your hips against him. “Please. Please.”

He growled, heat rolling off his body. “I won’t fuck around with this. You give yourself to me, I’m taking you. All of you. As my mate. No take backs.”

“Yes. Take me.“

Sharp fangs brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I’ll give you one last chance to run. One. After this, you’re mine.”

You groaned and kneaded his thick fur, yanking him closer and kissing his snout.

“I’m not running,” you whispered. “I’m yours. Take me.”

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salsascribbless · 1 year ago

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scribblestatic · 4 months ago

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In celebration of me finally starting to put Spider Yuan on AO3, have another installment uwu

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Considering the methods of cultivating a humanoid body was proving pretty difficult, especially when the being in question could only, for reasons unknown, associate such a body with weakness.

Fewer eyes, fewer limbs, less imposing.

But at the same time, he does wish to talk to people of various races. He wishes to travel a little, too. As much as he's enjoyed his time at home, he wants to stretch his legs a little, perhaps leave more of the duties to the other spiders for a while. Zhuzi seems to be taking up the mantle even more, especially since she updated him on events in the nearby human village.

Besides, he could somewhat play around with what his humanoid form would be like, right? It wasn't as though he had to directly mimic the appearance of a human. As long as he could fit into doors and had thumbs when necessary, that would probably be best.

He doesn't have to make a body like he'd had before...

...?

When did he have a humanoid body before?

Eh, it didn't really matter.

Having decided that he would walk among humans and demons at least a little bit, he began cultivating a humanoid form.

Of course, he quite likes his current body. There's a very nice feeling that comes with being a large spider, able to build intricate webs that are difficult for the common beast, human, or demon to break down. He wouldn't be replacing it. Rather, it would be like...having another suit. Yes.

He's simply building another outfit aside from the one he always wears.

He's sure demons can do the same thing. Huli jing are quite notorious for it, aren't they? Fox spirits, whether a spiritual beast or a demon, can become beautiful people, but can also be in their fox form, can't they? He'd just do something similar.

Though, he does like having eight eyes. If he arranges the eyes on the face a little... And having more than four limbs is ideal. He could attach the remaining four there and there... His silk could come from over there...yes. And how should he shift from one form to the other? Hmm...

It's a thorough designing process that takes up a lot of his time, so he doesn't mind it so much when Fan Zhenzhen, Ruoxing, and their family visit less and less. He instead is able to throw himself into the process without minding what is going on around him, cultivating and gaining strength. He'll need a lot of it for the transformation, he knows instinctively.

It's in this focused state that he finds himself being interrupted by a pale girl.

And by pale, he means really pale. Pale white. Like, as in paper.

Her pale, almost porcelain-looking skin is curtained by fluffy grey hair. She wears straight-cut bangs that were above her round eyebrows—ah, are those disguised eyes, actually?—and her wide, cat-like eyes were a pale, cloudy blue color, the kind from the sky on a rainy day. Although some of her hair is done up in two little balls, the rest fluffs down her neck. Two thick strands, though, bend up and partially over her bangs from the whorl of her hair, like little spider legs.

Her cheeks are dusted with rounded pink circles, as though they were painted on rather than natural. Adding to her rather inhuman appearance are her clearly long, elf-like ears, though they point out more to the sides than upward. Aside from her face, she wears a poqun, her top made with dark green threads and the skirt pale green.

It takes him a moment to process who this is.

"...Zhuzi."

"Yes, Dage." Her voice is flat despite the small smile on her face.

"When did you cultivate a human form?"

"About seven years ago."

"Hmm... I...ah, don't recall this time passing."

"You've been very focused on cultivating, Dage. When I asked how you were moving, you said you were...'in the zone'. Doing something called 'autopilot'."

What was autopilot? Like, he understood what it meant the instant he heard the word, but as to where it came from, he was unsure.

"Then, how much time has passed?"

"About 20 years."

Eh?

Twenty years passed just like that?

When he thinks about it further, he starts processing what he's been doing. He vaguely remembers a few things, the more he ponders, like exchanging stories, meeting demons and humans. He's eaten a few offenders who didn't have better manners, giving him little boosts in his cultivation.

His mind wasn't empty at all during this time. In fact, he was working harder than ever, building, manufacturing, further developing his plots of land, cementing his territory...

He barely realized he'd done all of that, though only now he recognizes that, yes, this time has indeed passed and life has gone on.

"Excuse me for interrupting you. I wasn't sure how much longer you would be on, as you said, 'autopilot'. I felt this would be something of importance," Zhuzi murmurs. She puts her hand to her chin, and Shen Yuan notices the segments in her fingers, her skin actually a spider's exoskeleton.

"Mm. What is of importance?"

"It seems that Fan Zhenzhen has become bedridden."

When Fan Zhenzhen met the Great Spider, she was in her mid-20s. Her son was born not too long after meeting him.

With the successful birth of her son and the growing prosperity of Xiaoshan Village (小山村 - Xiǎo Shāncūn - Little Mountain Village), she quickly became a prominent figure. Because her stories produced the most beneficial results, others came to her for advice on what to tell the God of the Woods.

Having told him several stories, she found he appreciated both the real and dramatized, but not so dramatic that it was ridiculous. Moreover, whether he liked the story or not, he would always critique it, from how it was told to how he views the characters. This advice and further practice on storytelling grew their prowess and critical thinking. She found that the things that made sense to the spider were not always common to humans, however, for a great being such as himself, surely his logic was sound.

And so, the girls of the village began receiving more education. Although apprenticeships were initially only for boys, families and teachers began allowing girls to participate more frequently. Although some remained in the home to take care of the family, others were becoming tradeswomen, and boys who were less educationally gifted had room to take up more space in the home.

It was strange. Not very natural. Certainly not Confucian...or, perhaps, more Confucian than the way they'd been living before. Although girls were taught to stay home, to be filial to their parents, and to not be jealous if their husband had more wives, did he not have the Silver Rule? If boys couldn't handle living the same way as their fellows, then surely, someone's status had to change.

It was through this theory that Fan Zhenzhen eventually acquired the title of Village Elder, making her the new leader once the previous one passed. After all, her logic was backed by Lulin Zhizhu, who provided for them and protected them. How could she be wrong?

Once her son reached his teenage years, he became infatuated with Han Miyun, her daughter-in-law. Although she could never appreciate spiders the way she does, she understood. Fear was another form of respect, in a way.

Though, she would likely have to conquer her overly fearful constitution one way or another. After all, Ruoxing was quite close to their god, the one who blessed and protected him. He was to be the next Village Head upon her inability to continue her role, something he agreed to do.

In her 50s, she met her first grandchild. She watched, later on, as this same grandchild left the village for a cultivation sect, her spiritual veins strong and full of vigor. Even though she could not come visit often, she continued to send letters in her increasingly neat and orderly handwriting, talking about the upper realm of mortals with great infatuation.

Those years ago, when she'd been starving and growing cold, Fan Zhenzhen had never once thought a child or grandchild of hers would reach such heights. To be able to see it with her own eyes was such a great blessing, more than she could've ever asked for.

It was because she learned some of these strange events of a world more fantastical than the one she lived in that, when a spider came down the mountain in a human-like form, greeting them with a blank expression, she took it in stride. She ignored the unnatural smoothness of her skin and the segments showing the bends of her joints. She ignored how her god's little assistant was adapting, changing her mannerisms to be more comfortable for those who couldn't handle the splendor of a spider's power.

Instead, as she grew older and less able to make the trek to see her god up close, she relied on Mishu-zhang (秘书长 - mìshū zhǎng - secretary general) to relay her messages, inquiries, and stories. Judging by how she would swiftly return within a day or two, it seemed her god held no grudge against her for not coming to visit like she used to.

Now, in her 70s, her body has grown weary. Perhaps she overworked herself in her younger years, but her knees creaked when she moved. Her back curled inward and she ran out of breath faster. She'd been quite fit, but she felt herself deteriorating somehow.

One day, when she found moving from her bed to be too strenuous, she realized what this likely was.

Peace.

Peace and desire.

Her son was quite alright, wasn't he? He'd grown up well. He was strong, and he had several children with a lovely woman.

Their village was safe, protected from beast, human, and demon alike. Their wisdom, grown over decades alongside their fields, was fruitful and multiplying. New ideas came from the minds of all developing children, with room to practice and test the validity of their inventions and intuition.

Fan Zhenzhen had worked hard. She was seeing the results of her hard work, and my, how wonderful it was.

But she was watching it alone.

In her peace, she found she wanted one thing, and the one thing was something her god likely couldn't grant her. Not that she would blame him, no. After all, it was something she could grant herself.

What she wanted was to be by her husband's side. To tell him, in the afterlife, that they had a son. That their son found love. That their love has blossomed into a plentiful tree that will carry the evidence of their bond for generations to come.

She wanted her Gao Cheng (高成 - Gāo Chéng).

However, simply wasting away wasn't her style.

So, even from her bed, she continued to give directions. She fulfilled her duties, passing more of them over to her son as the seasons rolled onwards. Winter, spring, summer, fall...she watched the seasons pass through her window as Han Miyun ensured her comfort.

One day, they bring her outside using a wheeled chair, some new invention by a mystery developer. Though her legs had grown too weak to carry her any longer, she was still able to breathe in the cool, dewy air.

Growing old like this was such a luxury. And, soon, perhaps after another winter or two, she'd be able to relay her long journey with the one man she loved romantically in all her life.

There isn't much time.

He can feel it, when he pays attention.

Like a light is flickering in the corner of his eyes.

He has to hurry.

He bought her some time, sending the wheelchair design to get her out of her house and prevent her from growing too used to the fugue state of being bedridden.

Though having time outside may have given some oxygen to her flame, it was still going to go out.

Such was the case of mortals. Lest they cultivated, they had no chance to extend their lives. Their souls would return to the cycle.

She's leaving soon.

He doesn't...

He doesn't want her to leave alone.

If he can speak to her one last time.

Just one last time—

He needs this, he realizes.

He needs to see her again.

When did she become so important to him?

When did he become okay with them growing apart?

Was he ever okay with it?

Or did he just retreat into himself so it hurt less?

Why did the thought of leaving her behind hurt so much...ah.

Wasn't she the one leaving him behind? Why did he think it...

Ah. Wrong face.

Wrong person.

They look so much alike when he thinks about it.

Fan Zhenzhen, and the girl he sometimes sees when he's knitting or sewing.

...

One last time.

Please, just one last time.

Let him do it right.

Zhuzi waits by the entrance of the cave with her hands tucked into her sleeves. The other spiders cannot be too close. The swirling and spiking of qi is too much for them. Even Zhuzi is sweating, keeping her mind afloat despite the raging energy inside.

However, she knows this feeling well. She, too, rushed to cultivate a humanoid form.

When Dage could not attend the human wedding, he had been upset.

He never expressed it outwardly, but she could feel it. The days leading up to it, he had murmured about attendance, only to talk himself out of it each time. He was a large and strong spider. The humans wouldn't be able to handle him at such an occasion.

So, she attended, as closely as she could. But even that was quite distant.

She saw the food they ate, the festivities, the gleaming lights and dances...

She was interested. Surely Dage was also interested. But he was busy, and she, less so.

He was so busy, perhaps because he made himself busy. He threw himself into being occupied, so much so that he receded into himself in cultivation.

She knew of the very few humans and demons that made a comfortable warmth flow from his body. When they spent more time away, the warmth became less frequent. ...What was that feeling? Why was the warmth going away?

Perhaps she rushed to make a humanoid form, to discover what this feeling was, but it worked out in the end. She tamed her roiling qi and formed something reasonable enough. And, after watching humans and their habits, she clothed herself despite not needing to, and she walked down from Dage's sacred webs.

The human woman that produced the most warmth from him looked different now. Her hair had turned from black to grey, and she had wrinkles in her soft, easy-to-puncture skin (she wasn't sure she would ever get used to their lack of exoskeleton). Her steps were less sure, but her stance and countenance was firm as ever.

Whenever she returned from a visit to the human village and told the story to Dage, despite being on 'autopilot', the warmth would flow through and out of him once more, if just for a little while.

But the warm, sun-like lady was dying. Once she died, Zhuzi wouldn't be able to tell Dage anymore stories about her. That's why she interrupted his 'autopilot'.

And just like her, he, too, began to rush.

However, unlike her, he'd been cultivating quietly for 20 years. It took him less time to solidify his new, secondary exoskeleton.

The rampant energy sucks inward...and then releases in a calm wave. A mere breeze, smelling like fresh silk and dewdrops.

And then, she heard skittering.

A great presence, more imposing than ever before, was clicking its way toward the cave's entrance at great speed.

However, before it could rush out, Zhuzi stepped in front of it, spreading her arms out to the sides to block its way.

Thankfully, it...he stopped.

"...Dage."

He stares at her for a moment. Then, like returning to consciousness, his body relaxes as his joints uncoil.

"Ah, Zhuzi."

"Dage, where are you going?"

"Mm? I'm heading down to see Fan Zhenzhen. It's been much too long since I saw her last. And Ruoxing, too. How much longer do I need to wait for them to visit? Aiyah, it's like they've forgotten me. Though, I know they haven't. So, I will go to see them."

"Mm. I understand. But Dage, you cannot go unclothed."

"Unclothed? ...Ah. Right. Yes, humans do wear clothes, don't they?"

He gets up off of his hands, the limbs on his back receding into his body. His legs, bent much like a mosquito's...or perhaps a dog's...straightened somewhat as he stood on them, his long feet ending in two blackened, fuzzy toes. Long black hair flowed down his body like a river, even covering his face. However, he seemed to be able to see just fine.

As he lifted his head further, she could see why.

"I suppose I should make some, then."

#spider shen yuan #svsss #svsss au #dp writes #static writes #au post 4 #he made a humanoid form in the end #heavy emphasis on “humanoid”#cause bro don't really look human #zhuzi and shen yuan speak casually with each other uwu

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