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Yushin x Reader: Slight Smiles (ft. Child! Ihwa)

Word Count ~ 1327 Warnings: None Notes: I'm back from the dead. Wooo!

Yushin’s name alone could command respect despite no longer being an Elder. He was and remains one of the greatest swordsmen to ever live, yet there was one hurdle he couldn’t seem to overcome: a child.

You’d been by Yushin’s side for more years than many had lived, and you’d never seen him as blindsided as this. It all started a few days after he’d taken in a young girl named Ihwa. Yushin had promised to train her so that she could avenge her sister's death, but a few days after she’d arrived, Yushin approached you.

“(Y/N), my dear, how does one deal with children?”

A small smile spread across your face at your lover’s question. He’d been so quickly charmed by Ihwa that it was almost comical. Of course, he’d never admit it out loud, though.

“Well,” you began thoughtfully, “it would be best to engage them with things they like. Ihwa likes food and swords, doesn’t she?” 

Yushin nodded. In the short time he’d known the silver-haired child, she’d demonstrated a monstrous appetite and a passion for weapons—especially swords.

“Hmm, you’re not the finest of cooks,” I teased with a grin, “but you’re quite the swordsman. Why don’t you show her some of your techniques?”

“Ihwa is still too young. If she sees those, she’ll want to learn them immediately.” Yushin shook his head at the thought. She would be ready one day but now was not the time.

You sighed, knowing he had a point. “I’m sure we can figure something out soon, but until then, just guide Ihwa well. Eventually, she’ll warm up to you, my love.”

With that, you leaned down to kiss Yushin’s forehead, then left him to his thoughts. Ihwa had been forced to grow up far too quickly. Getting past her defenses would be no easy task. But judging by Yushin’s apparent determination, it would only be a matter of time.

A few weeks later, you were watching as Yushin trained Ihwa. Instead of fighting, her training was more focused on building endurance. As the young girl ran laps, you noticed her body swaying dangerously. Something was wrong. Yushin also noticed and sharply told her to stop running, but Ihwa persisted. That was when you decided to step in. Using your gift of telekinesis, you picked her up and gently moved her into your arms.

“You’re sick,” you observed as you felt Ihwa’s overly warm forehead. After a moment of consideration, you continued gently. “No more training until you’ve recovered, Ihwa.”

A frown formed on the child’s flushed face as she protested. “I can keep going. How else will I get stronger?” Her red eyes were filled with a thirst for revenge that no kid should ever need to have. Around the same time she said this, Yushin arrived. Suddenly, you had an idea and carefully placed Ihwa on your lover’s lap.

Sensing your scheming, Yushin took the child without complaint. Looking at Ihwa, she reminded him of himself. She was prideful, stubborn, and made for combat. And yet, the silver-haired girl was also small and fragile–still reeling from the death of her sister.

“Even the strongest of people still need to rest,” Yushin stated firmly, yet his tone was gentle. It was far more tender than anything you’d ever heard him use. A soft smile spread across your face as you watched the scene before you.

Ihwa seemed to accept Yushin’s words far quicker than yours. Taking that as confirmation, you took the handles of your lover’s wheelchair and began to push them both inside. When you arrived inside Ihwa’s room, Yushin placed her on the bed, and she passed out instantly, betraying her claims that she wasn’t tired. He also tucked her in, an action far more delicate than one would expect from a former Elder.

“Don’t say a word,” Yushin grumbled as you pushed him out of the room. After so many decades of being together, he could sense when you were about to tease him.

You held your hands up in mock defense. “I didn’t say anything, my love.”

“You were about to,” he muttered, causing you to laugh softly because he was correct.

“Perhaps,” you said with a slight smirk. With that, you pushed Yushin into the kitchen. Once you were both inside, you started to pull out the ingredients to make chicken noodle soup. The aroma of broth soon filled the house. Before you could chop up the vegetables to add to the soup, a still-flushed Ihwa snuck into the kitchen.

“Ihwa,” you said gently, concerned for the young girl, “what are you doing up? You should be resting.”

“I smelled food,” the red-eyed girl stated bluntly. Her voracious appetite was once again making an appearance.

A soft sigh left your lips. Using your gift, you pulled out a chair and lifted Ihwa onto it. She watched in silent fascination as she was lifted up by an invisible force.

“The soup will be done soon,” you said with a smile, reaching for the knife so you could start on the vegetables.

“(Y/N),” Yushin interjected, “let me cut the vegetables.” 

Immediately, you understood your lover’s intentions. He was no chef, but blades were his forte. After handing Yushin the knife, you stepped back and tossed the vegetables into the air with your gift. In an instant, the vegetables were diced into evenly sized pieces. You reactivated your telekinesis with practiced precision and put the food into the pot.

Ihwa’s eyes were sparkling at the display of blade work. “That was so cool, Old Man,” she gasped.

You had to turn away to muffle your laughter at Ihwa’s nickname for Yushin. Meanwhile, the man in question looked slightly taken aback. “Old Man?” Yushin muttered under his breath, but a hint of affection on his face betrayed his facade.

After a few minutes, the soup was done. Ihwa was drowsily laying her head on the table, waiting for the food. Her face was still redder than it ought to be. 

“Ihwa, the soup is ready,” you murmured, gently shaking her shoulder. 

Before you could hand her a bowl, the pot began to levitate and was placed in front of the girl. Yushin gave you a questioning look, but you just shrugged. You weren’t the one who moved the pot.

Meanwhile, Ihwa grabbed the pot and chugged the soup. Had this not been a regular occurrence, you’d have been shocked. Once it was all gone, a napkin floated into her outstretched hand. That’s when it clicked. She’d awakened her gift. Instantly, you picked up the girl and spun her around happily before passing her to Yushin. 

“We need to celebrate this,” you declared, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll go buy a cake. Yushin, my love, please watch Ihwa while I’m gone.”

Not waiting for a response, you dashed out of the front door, leaving the child in the arms of your exasperated yet amused lover.

When you got back, you were carrying a nicely decorated cake. Just as you opened your mouth to announce your arrival, Yushin raised a finger to his lips and gestured to a sleeping Ihwa. You nodded and set aside the cake for a later time.

Not wanting the squeak of Yushin’s wheelchair to wake the sleeping child, you carefully used your gift to lift and transport them to Ihwa’s room. Once you arrived inside, you took in the adorable sight of Ihwa sleeping on Yushin one last time before carefully placing the young girl on her bed.

“You know,” Yushin started once you’d quietly left Ihwa’s room, “you didn’t have to levitate both of us.”

“Ah, but you two looked so cute. I wanted to make it last… Old Man,” you teased with a mischievous smile. 

“You’re unbelievable,” the swordsman said under his breath, but contrary to his tone, the prideful man had a slight smile on his face. And little did you know, so did the sleeping Ihwa.

-Mis

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You good? Is everything alright?

Whoever sent this, you’re literally so sweet 😭

I’ve just been slammed with college exams, sports, sickness, and some other stuff. Got to the point where I went off the grid for a bit. And by bit I mean a month.

I’ll prob be back with new stuff by next Monday

Again, tysm for asking 🫶 Made my day

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Warlock! Yushin x Reader: After the Storm

Word Count ~ 1490 Warnings: Brief mentions of blood Notes: I'm sorry for the inconsistent updates. I have writer's block, so I'll prob be switching to one post per week. If I do make that decision, I’ll make an update about it.

As you stumbled blindly through the forest, centuries-old trees groaned from stress as turbulent winds ripped through them. The weather in this area was always erratic, but this was by far the worst storm you'd ever seen. Dodging a stray branch, you looked for something that could be used as a shelter, but the rain was too heavy to see anything. Every minute in the miserable storm felt like an hour. It was eating away at your strength. Sheer will can't overcome the limitations of the body. You certainly tried, though.

As you forced yourself to move forward step by step, your body finally gave out. Before you lost consciousness entirely, you noticed a strangely marked rock. Perhaps it was your exhaustion, but it seemed to glow faintly in the darkness of the storm.

Meanwhile, the old warlock Yushin sensed a disturbance in his barrier. Someone had crossed through. He wheeled himself over to the window to observe the weather. What kind of person would be traveling in these conditions? Nevertheless, Yushin was curious about the intruder on his land. By using one of his swords as a staff, the old warlock cast a simple spell to open the door, followed by a more complicated one to halt the weather around his house.

If Yushin thought the storm was troublesome when he looked outside the window, seeing it up close was worse. Small trees were uprooted by the tempestial winds while streaks of lightning cut through the sky.

When he finally reached the border of the barrier, Yushin saw your unconscious form. Cuts from the win marred your skin; no doubt they came from branches. Pitying you, the man cast a spell to levitate your body as he returned home.

Hours later, you awoke to a wooden roof and a warm bed. A quick glance around told you this wasn't a house in your old city. Someone had saved you from the storm. Relief filled your chest but quickly dissipated. You were chased from your home for unknowingly using magic. There was a possibility that the owner of the house was anti-Supernatural.

Creaking floorboards snapped you out of your thoughts and alerted you to the presence of the man you assumed was your savior. He had grey hair and wore clothes reminiscent of a noble. There was an air of quiet danger that surrounded him. Wheelchair or not, this man was not to be messed with.

"How are you feeling," the man asked as he drew near the bed you occupied. His eyes weren't open, but it felt as if he was staring into your soul.

"I-I'm alright. Thank you for saving me, but I must tell you something," you spoke guiltily as you slowly got out of bed. If anyone found out that the man had helped a Supernatural--knowingly or not--he would be likely be killed. "I'm a Supernatural. For your safety, it would be better for me to leave."

For emphasis, you used magic to levitate the candle on the bedpost. Moments of silence passed, which you took as an invitation to depart. But before you could reach the door, your body was lifted from the ground by an invisible force. Soon enough, you were placed back in the bed.

"There's no need for you to worry about such things," a sly smile appeared on the man's face as he continued, "since I'm also a Supernatural."

With that, he left the room. Once again, relief filled your chest as you let sleep take over your tired body. This place was safe.

After that encounter, you slipped into a routine with the man whose name you discovered was Yushin. Despite the storm continuing to rage outside, he would often go hunting. And every time, you'd insist on cooking and doing other chores. It was the least you could do for the man who'd saved your life.

Yushin took a little longer to adjust. Years had passed since his sole apprentice, Ihwa, had left, so he wasn't entirely used to living with someone else again. Once he did adapt, Yushin found your company pleasant. You were a nice change of pace from his period of solitude.

One day during lunch, Yushin surprised you by asking if you wished to learn magic from him. He'd seen you watch him curiously as he practiced spells, yet you were far too shy to ask. That was how you were: timid when trying to express desires in fear of overstepping boundaries. Yushin found your bashfulness endearing, yet he wished you were more comfortable expressing yourself.

The issue arose during training. After Yushin had you read through the basic principles of magic, he gave you a list of exercises to complete while he hunted. At first, the list seemed manageable, but it was far beyond your depths. Completing the allotted tasks was impossible. Despite knowing this, you pushed your body harder. Mid-incantation, you felt something warm trickle down your nose. You wiped it off using the back of your hand, then looked at it.

"Oh," you mumbled as your vision blurred and your body gave out. "It was blood."

Minutes later, Yushin returned. Once he closed the door, the house quietened. It was far too quiet, though. Usually, you'd greet him when he arrived.

"(Y/N)," he called. Silence followed. A sinking feeling filled the warlock's chest. He quickly navigated toward the room where you were practicing before. There, he saw you passed out on the floor. The first time Yushin ever saw you, you were unconscious, but how he felt then couldn't compare to the sheer panic he was currently experiencing. Spells flew from his lips as he did everything he could to heal you.

After what felt like hours, your eyes cracked open, but only a little. You could feel a gentle hand wiping the blood off of your face. Using the little strength left in your body, you murmured, "I'm okay," then drifted off again. That was enough to give Yushin solace.

When you were finally lucid enough, Yushin asked what had happened. You explained how you felt dizzy after practicing too much. The warlock explained that that was a symptom of magic fatigue.

"Next time, stop if it doesn't feel right. If you want something, don't be apprehensive about asking for it." Yushin himself was surprised by the words that came out of his mouth. When he trained Ihwa, he had no qualms with pushing her to her limit. With you, though, he hated seeing you in distress. It was a strange feeling.

"I'm sorry for the trouble," you said quietly. "I just hate feeling helpless. Getting exiled from my home made me realize how weak I am. Once the storm stops and I have to leave, I don't want to feel like that again."

Your last sentence was barely louder than a whisper, yet it carried more weight than Yushin cared to admit. The inevitability of your departure had been hanging over his head for a long time, yet hearing them spoken hurt.

"When that time comes, being fully healthy will be more important than your strength. Overwork won't help you grow." With that, Yushin left to think.

It was selfish, but part of the old warlock hoped the foul weather would last longer. Storms could last months in this forest, but this one was starting to die down already. And when the rain disappeared, so would you. Yushin finally realized why the thought of that hurt. He'd grown feelings for you. Little did he know, they were reciprocated.

Back in your room, you wanted to curl up and perish. You liked it here, and you were fond of Yushin. Why would you bring that up in front of him? The exchange made you cringe every time you closed your eyes to rest. Eventually, you managed to doze off.

Things felt off after that day. You and Yushin continued your routine, but there was an undercurrent of unspoken sadness. It was as if the clouds from outside were infiltrating the house. Then, one day, the inevitable happened. The storm had stopped.

You were playing a game of chess with Yushin when the sound of rain faded away. It took a while to process, but the following silence was deafening. All you could do was look at Yushin sadly.

"I guess this is where we part." A sob tried to escape your lips, but you forced it down. "Thank you for everything."

Before you could grab your bag and leave, you remembered Yushin's advice: "If you want something, don't be apprehensive about asking for it." So you steeled your nerves and turned to the one you'd grown feelings for.

"I know I said I'd leave after the storm, but could I stay here with you?"

Using a spell to bring you toward him, Yushin smiled softly and pressed his lips to yours. You happily reciprocated the kiss.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Thank you for reading!

-Mis

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Witch! Ihwa x Reader: A Pastry a Day Keeps the Hunters Away

Word Count ~ 712 Warnings: Non-Descriptive Death, but they deserve it so it's fine Notes: My phone died, so I'll add in a title picture later. I'm a literal mess rn lol

Witch! Ihwa, who shows up in your bakery one afternoon. It took a second to process that someone so blatantly witchy was walking around in broad daylight. She was wearing a pointed hat, for goodness sake! There are incentives to turn in information about Supernaturals (funded by the Hunters, of course). If she knew about the bounty on her head, the witch certainly didn’t show it.

Witch! Ihwa, who snaps you out of your thoughts by asking to buy everything you have left in stock. Your jaw drops as you contemplate visiting the apothecary about auditory hallucinations. Shakily, you ask her to repeat herself, and the witch reiterates that she wants to buy everything.

Witch! Ihwa, who watches in amusement as you try to add up the cost of all the pastries. You’re awfully cute for a human, and you could even see through her protective barrier. The way you constantly apologized for the wait was entertaining. No human had ever treated her so normally, although many couldn’t see her in the first place since they were hostile toward Supernaturals.

Witch! Ihwa, who takes pity on you (you look like you’ll pass out from stress) and pulls out a gold bar to pay. Much to her surprise, it worsens your condition as you pale and tell her it’s far too much. Most would take the gold and be done with it. She insists that you take the gold. You agree, but only on the condition that she doesn’t have to pay if she returns. Ihwa agrees.

Witch! Ihwa is delighted when she bites into a pastry. It may be the most delicious thing she’s ever eaten. The silver-haired witch bounces between savoring the food and devouring it at speeds incomprehensible. You’re a bit scared at how fast she’s inhaling the food, but you’re glad she’s enjoying it.

Witch! Ihwa, who promises to return later. Before she can leave, though, you warn her about the Hunters. She simply laughs and tells you about the spell she cast on herself that protects her from the gaze of hostile humans. Relief spreads across your face as you bid her goodbye.

Witch! Ihwa, who makes good on her promise to return a few days later. This time, she doesn’t eat as much but contentedly listens as you ramble about a new recipe you want to try. You noticed the curious glint in her eyes as you talked about the untried pastry, so you offered to make it the next time she came. It was an incentive for her to return.

Witch! Ihwa, who happily agrees to be your new taste tester. Soon, she finds herself visiting your bakery frequently, even if there’s nothing to test. There’s just something soothing about the cute little baker who always has a streak of flour on their face.

Witch! Ihwa visits one day and discovers that Hunters have trashed your bakery. Her eyes glow with rage as you tearfully explain what had happened. After you refused to serve them for free, they wrecked everything like common bandits.

Witch! Ihwa, who comforts you, then casts a spell to fix your bakery. Instantly, everything is repaired. After you thank her continuously (much to her embarrassment), the red-eyed woman tells you she has to take care of something but will be right back.

Witch! Ihwa, who tracks down the Hunters who wronged you and eradicates them. They didn’t stand a chance against the furious Supernatural. Had they not messed with her precious human, they could have lived longer lives.

Witch! Ihwa, who comes back to you holding a plate of one of your newest inventions. In the time it took for her to slaughter the Hunters, you’d taken it upon yourself to make a treat for your savior. The usually stoic witch cracked a small smile at your thoughtfulness.

Witch! Ihwa, who happily eats one of the treats, then tries to feed you one. The flustered look on your face was adorable. Eventually, you relent and take a bite of the pastry. You agree that it tastes good.

Witch! Ihwa, who then kisses you. She can taste the sugary food on your lips as you shyly kiss back. When she pulls away, she says the pastry tasted good, but your lips tasted better.

Thanks for reading!

- Mis

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Undine! Padrius Encilion (Bishop) x Reader: The Spark in His Eyes

Word Count ~ 745 Warnings: None Notes: Alrighty, I'm tryna get back on schedule, but I'm behind by one fic, so bear with me please. Anyway, tried a new writing format for this one. Might use it again later idk.

Undine! Padrius, who first sees you dipping your feet into his lake. How dare a human defile his lake? He honestly considers drowning you until you smile and wave at him.

Undine! Padrius becomes curious about the odd human who doesn’t fear Supernaturals. For his own amusement, he approaches you. Quickly, the undine discovers that you’re far too smiley for his tastes. It’s as if you were crafted from pure sunshine.

Undine! Padrius, who tells you to leave his lake. Humans only bring trouble. Much to his annoyance, you’re back the next day. You grin and say he was good company the day prior. Padrius seriously reconsiders drowning you.

Undine! Padrius slowly gets used to your daily visits. His biting remarks soften as he shifts to teasing you instead. In retaliation, you start calling him Pade. You could have sworn you saw pink on his ears the first time you did so, but the splash of water that quickly followed distracted you.

Undine! Padrius later divulges that undines have no soul. It’s why his eyes are pitch black. Despite being Supernaturals, the eyes of an undine do not glow when they feel extreme emotion. Upon learning this information, you smile and state that his lack of a soul doesn’t change a thing.

Undine! Padrius, who falls for you first. He never expected to fall in love with a human. They feared his fellow Supernaturals and hunted them. You were different, though. There was no disgust in your eyes when you saw the scales that littered his body. In fact, you were in awe of his beauty.

Undine! Padrius, who becomes worried when you don’t show up one day. For more than a year, you’d shown up without fail. Multiple times, you’d visited during thunderstorms and other torrential weather. What could have happened to you?

Undine! Padrius had prepared the lecture of a lifetime for when you returned, but the words died on his lips when he saw the ring on your finger. You barely finished saying you’d gotten engaged when the dark-haired man disappeared into the water. Swirling emotions raged through the undine as he tried to process this new information.

Undine! Padrius, who begins to ignore you when you visit. It’s frustrating knowing that Pade is avoiding you, but you persist in your attempts to speak to him. None of them work, though, depriving you of the person you adored more than anything.

Undine! Padrius tries to block out the sound of your voice, but water carries sound efficiently. He hoped that if you left him alone, the pain in his chest would subside. When your trips do start to dwindle, the pain gets worse. He’s made a grave mistake.

Undine! Padrius, who frustrates you so much that the day before your wedding (to some person you don’t even love), you jump into his lake and swim toward the bottom. Water pressure squeezes your body and restricts your lungs, but you keep swimming downward. Your vision begins to tunnel, and your heart rate dips dangerously. If you don’t get to the surface soon, you’ll die.

Undine! Padrius is aware of every movement in his lake, so he knows of the predicament you’re in. Using his powers, he creates a pocket of air and raises you toward the surface. As you’re spat back onto shore by the water, Padrius takes this opportunity to scold you for being reckless. Unable to contain your frustration, you retaliate by raising your voice and chastising him.

Undine! Padrius isn’t shocked by your anger. He deserves it. What stuns him is that you reveal your engagement was arranged. All of his petty childishness had been misplaced. If he had listened to your explanation earlier, you’d have never been driven to these extremes. It’s a struggle, but Pade swallows his pride and apologizes. He’d rather have you in his life than his ego.

Undine! Padrius, who you smile at and confess your love to despite everything. Every negative emotion he felt in the past few weeks washes away instantly.

Undine! Padrius, who pulls you under the water and kisses you until you’re breathless. As he does this, he removes the ring from your previous engagement and replaces it with another. You accepted the golden band happily.

Undine! Padrius, whose eyes are glowing for the first time in his life. You’re so mesmerized that you fail to realize that you’re breathing underwater. All that mattered was the captivating spark in his eyes.   

Thanks for reading!

- Mis

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Vampire! Engen x Female! Reader: Holding On To You Part 2

Word Count ~ 5313 Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence and Death Notes: I'm so sorry for the delay with this chapter. I wanted to give it the ending it deserved but kept rewriting parts. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! I'll try to have my next work done at some point on Monday, but pls bear with me since I have midterms this week.

Hours? Days? Weeks? It was hard to keep track of time when everything was pitch black. After getting shot by the Hunter, Cyrus, you’d been in this strange place for god knows how long. Either this was the afterlife, or you got stuck in a bizarre limbo between life and death. Hopefully, it was the latter.

Another indeterminate period passed before you got tired of staying in place. If something was going to happen, it would have already happened. So you picked a direction and walked. The dark abyss seemed endless. No matter how far you walked or looked, there was only inky darkness.

More time passed, and you were beginning to feel disheartened. Nevertheless, you pressed on. Dying wasn’t an option. People were waiting on the other side. Suddenly, there was a small glimmer of light in the distance. You blinked, thinking it was a hallucination, but no, there was something there. Excited by the prospect of a way out, you started to run toward the light.

Meanwhile, three days had passed in the real world. Everyone in the castle was becoming more worried. You were still unconscious and running a high fever. Even the doctor, Vector, was nervous. Usually, patients would have some semblance of consciousness after several days.

“I’ve never seen a case like this,” the pumpkin-headed man told the anxious onlookers. “(Y/N)’s wounds healed at a rate faster than an average Supernatural, yet she won’t wake up. Her current condition may have something to do with her memory loss.”

“She isn’t in danger of dying, though, right?” Rachel asked apprehensively. If another one of her loved ones died, she wouldn’t know what to do.

“Luckily, (Y/N) seems stable, minus the fever. The best I can do now is put a cold towel on her head.”

“Thank goodness,” Baekji breathed out. You’d risked your life to save hers by getting animal blood in Hunter-infested woods. If you died, she’d feel unbearably guilty.

“Alright,” Vector clapped. “Everyone get out. Crowding in this room is bringing up the temperature. Especially you, Bagna.” He shot a look at the fire spirit. “If you want (Y/N) to recover, give her space to breathe.”

There was some grumbling from the masses, but who were they to disobey the doctor’s orders? Slowly, the Supernaturals filed out of the room. All except for two.

“When I said everyone, I did mean everyone, Engen,” Vector said sternly. His tone softened when he continued, though. “I know you’re worried, but standing over her body won’t do any good for either of you.”

The brown-haired vampire remained silent as he looked at your unconscious figure. Had it not been for the sheen of sweat covering your body, he’d think you were sleeping peacefully. Engen preferred the serene expression on your face to the one he’d witnessed when the Hunter put a bullet through your chest. Guilt tugged at his chest as he remembered how he couldn’t do anything to prevent this. Giving one last glance toward you, Engen retreated to his room to stew in his emotions.

Nearly a hundred years had passed since everyone he loved died. Engen thought he had moved on, but then you showed up. Everything about you was practically identical to his first love. From looks to personality, you were the spitting image of his (Y/N). The only solace was that your eyes were (Y/E/C) and not golden. Still, when he heard Rachel call you (Y/N), Engen nearly punched a hole in the wall. It was as if the world was playing tricks on him.

Bringing you back to the castle was a selfish decision he instantly regretted. Associating with Supernaturals as a human was a death sentence. Still, he clung to the ghost of his (Y/N). Now, you were suffering for his choices. As he lay sleeplessly on his bed, Engen decided he’d do anything possible to keep you safe. No one would touch you again.

Back in the strange, dark world, you were still running. Little by little, the light got brighter. It spurred you on. Had this been the real world, you’d have collapsed from exhaustion, but things functioned differently here. One step at a time, the finish neared. After what felt like an eternity, the end was right in front of you. Right before you could pass through, though, the brilliant glare blinded you. It caused you to fall through. Instead of bracing for impact, every muscle went limp.

When you tried to open your eyes and get up, nothing happened. There was only a stinging pain in your knees and the feeling of grass on your face. Where the hell was this?

“What did you do this time, (Y/N)?” a voice suddenly asked. It sounded like a young boy– a very exasperated young boy.

“Well, I tripped on a rock.” That was your voice? Why did it sound so childish? And who was it that asked the question? Only the Supernaturals at the castle knew of the temporary name Rachel gave you.

That query didn’t last long since you glanced upwards and saw a brown-haired boy with blue-grey eyes. He looked uncannily similar to Engen. Even the slight frown was the same, though the child didn’t have a scar.

As abruptly as he showed up, the Engen look-alike turned to leave. An arm reached out toward his back.

“Don’t leave me again,” you whined involuntarily. It was as if you were a passenger in your own body while someone made decisions for you.

The boy let out a sound of annoyance but turned around anyway. He wasted no time putting you on his back and walking toward a house. Apparently, you shrank because there was no way a child could carry you. This situation was like a strange hallucination.

After carrying you silently for a few minutes, the boy arrived at the house. Before he could knock on the door, it swung open, revealing a cheerful woman and someone you assumed to be her husband. They looked just like you.

“Hello, Engen,” the woman exclaimed cheerfully. “It’s nice to see you. What brings you here?”

“Hello, Mrs. (L/N). (Y/N) fell again, so I brought her back.”

“Again?” she sighed. “Thank you for bringing my clumsy daughter home.”

The woman scooped you up and placed you on a chair. A light flick landed on your forehead, but all you could think about was the information you’d just hear. According to Rachel, Engen was close to one hundred years old. Why would this weird dream involve both of you as children? You weren’t even alive back then, right?

Bandages wrapping around your knee snapped you out of your thoughts. You watched as the woman who claimed to be your mother tenderly wrapped your knees. Her eyebrows furrowed as if she was doing the most delicate of tasks. It made your heart swell. If this was a dream, it wasn’t a bad one.

Suddenly, everything began to blur. The scenery changed from inside your home to a tree near a lake. Sitting near the edge of the water was a slightly older Engen. He stared into the shimmering expanse of liquid with a serene expression. In all your time at the castle, you’d never seen such a peaceful expression on the vampire’s face. You honestly didn’t want to disturb him, but that wasn’t your choice to make at the moment. 

“Hey, Engen,” you shouted while sprinting up to him. The boy turned toward you. From behind your back, you produced a book. Engen’s eyes lit up ever so slightly when he recognized the cover. How cute.

 “Happy birthday!” you panted out. “Just wanted to give you this. I’ll get going now.”

Once you handed him the book, you turned to leave, but a grip on your wrist stopped you. Engen’s demeanor seemed softer than before.

“I don’t mind if you stay for a bit,” he mumbled while avoiding your eyes. A bright smile spread across your face. Together, you admired the sparkling lake. As you looked into the reflective water, you realized with a start that instead of (Y/E/C), your eyes appeared to be golden.

With that discovery, the world blurred out once again. Another scene played through. And another. And another. Each scenario felt nostalgic for some reason. You dismissed those thoughts every time, though. The gap between your childhood and Engen’s spanned decades. Whoever’s eyes you were seeing through must have been your ancestor or something. If these were real memories, you were simply a spectator in someone else’s body.

Slowly, you let yourself be immersed in this girl’s memories. Using the recollections, you pieced together her life. The golden-eyed girl’s father was an apothecary, and her mother bounded books. They were best friends with Engen’s parents. As it turns out, only Engen’s father, Davon, was a vampire. He’d wandered around before falling in love with a human and settling down.

Using his status as an apothecary, (Y/N)’s father helped explain away Davon’s strange habits as a result of an illness. Instead of human blood, Engen and his father consumed animal blood. They also filed their canine teeth. Since the Supernatural panic hadn’t begun yet, no one in the village suspected a thing.

(Y/N)’s life was actually quite happy. There was never a dull moment, as she constantly sought new things. Learning medicine? Done. Swimming? Been there. Knife-throwing? That was just a Friday. And through it all, she dragged Engen, much to his chagrin. Even though he pretended to be uninterested, the young vampire never declined your invitations. He was obviously smitten with (Y/N) but oblivious that she reciprocated his feelings.

Everything seemed great until you were transported into a new scene. (Y/N) was dragging Engen into her home. Just as she opened the door, Davon’s voice resonated through the living room.

“They’re going to kill us, dammit. And if they discover that you’ve been helping us, you’ll die, too.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. Her father’s and Davon’s heads whipped toward their children. They hadn’t expected their early arrival.

“What’s this about?” Engen demanded. Of the two teens, he was the calmest. (Y/N) tried to mask her concern, but she was still trembling slightly.

The two fathers tried to shrug it off by saying, “It was nothing” and “Don’t worry about it,” but (Y/N) was having none of it. A frown slipped onto her face.

“Don’t say you’ll die, then tell us it’s nothing. Engen is already nineteen, and I’m about to turn eighteen. We have a right to know. You can’t keep us sheltered forever.”

Silence filled the room. Frustrated by the lack of communication, (Y/N) spun around and left the house. She didn’t know where she was going, but anywhere away from that situation was good enough. Engen followed her until she sat down near the lake. He saw the shake of (Y/N)’s shoulders as she tried to conceal her crying. Not knowing what to do, the vampire sat next to her and offered (Y/N) his shoulder until her tears ran out. Silence followed as the two watched the sunset on the lake. 

“Hey, Engen,” (Y/N) murmured. The young man let out a quiet hum. “I love you.”

Wasting no time, Engen tilted her head upward and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was filled with years of unspoken feelings. It was so raw and emotional that you felt guilty for intruding by watching through (Y/N)’s perspective.

When the two finally pulled apart, they looked into each other’s eyes. Gold bore into blue, and blue bore into gold. Engen then stood up slowly and offered his hand to (Y/N).

“Let’s go back. Our fathers should be ready to talk now.”

(Y/N) reached out and grabbed Engen’s hand. “Sounds good,” she agreed while standing up. Before she could stand up fully, though, Engen pulled her into a hug.

“I love you, too,” the vampire whispered in her ear. Heat filled (Y/N)’s face while goosebumps covered her skin. Engen wasn’t usually one to verbalize his feelings. Her heart felt like it was trying to escape its confines.

A dazed look was plastered on (Y/N)’s face. How was she supposed to function properly after that? Seeing the flustered look on her face, Engen smirked mischievously. That only served to make (Y/N) even more embarrassed. He was too damn attractive. Using her mental state to his advantage, Engen swept her off her feet and carried her back home.

When they arrived, their mothers had joined the meeting as well. The women noticed Engen and (Y/N)’s slightly swollen lips and began to snicker despite the grave atmosphere. It helped relieve some of the tension.

“So,” your father began, “I’d like to start by apologizing for not telling you this as soon as we learned about it. You deserved to know sooner, but we didn’t want you to worry. In the end, it made you worry more.”

(Y/N) nodded as if to say she accepted the apology.

“With that, let’s get down to the issue at hand,” Davon said seriously. “There’s this new group of people who call themselves Hunters. They hate all Supernaturals and want to eradicate them. Your father,” he looked at (Y/N), “has heard from some patients that some will be coming to this village. If they catch wind that Engen and I are vampires and you helped keep us concealed, they may kill us all.”

“On whose authority?” (Y/N) questioned. “There isn’t a single law stating that you can’t associate with Supernaturals.”

Engen’s mother chimed in. “They have connections and money. Most places turn a blind eye to their actions.”

“So what can we do? Move somewhere else? If they’re as well connected as you say, they’ll probably have stations in other villages.”

“We’ll just have to carry on as we usually have. Any sudden changes to our behavior may arouse suspicion. A Hunter won’t stick around if there are no signs of a Supernatural.”

The idea of passively waiting for the Hunters to leave wasn’t optimal, but there weren’t any other reasonable options. Everyone in the room looked grim. How could they not? Their lives were being threatened by strangers with a hatred for people they’d never met.

“That settles it then,” (Y/N)’s mother concluded. “We’ll have to prepare before the Hunters arrive, but I’m sure everyone here is getting tired. Tomorrow morning, we can sort out the finer details.”

Nods of agreement were shared. With that, the meeting was adjourned. Engen’s parents said their goodbyes and left, but Engen lingered around the door. He seemed to be waiting for (Y/N).

She quietly slipped out of the house and looped her arms around the vampire’s neck. In response, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. (Y/N) pulled away breathlessly but was brought back into another kiss almost immediately.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Engen whispered against her lips. One of her arms unwrapped from her lover’s neck as she cupped one of his cheeks. 

“I’ll be waiting,” (Y/N) smiled. The two released each other from their embrace slowly. Neither wanted to go. After lingering glances, Engen turned and started back to his home.

Despite the grave situation, (Y/N) felt giddy. After years of pining, she and Engen were lovers. The lovestruck expression on her face didn’t leave as she went back inside. Unexpectedly, her mother was waiting for her.

“Did you have fun?” Heat flooded (Y/N)’s face. “Don’t answer that. I’m just teasing you. What your father and I really wanted to do is give you this. If you find yourself in a dire situation, follow the instructions here.”

She handed her daughter a notebook. When you saw it, shock ripped you from your immersion in (Y/N)’s memories. That was your notebook. Why was it here? An uneasy feeling filled your chest at the sight of the familiar item. Before you could question it too deeply, the world blurred, and you were thrust into a new memory.

This time, (Y/N) was in the forest. She seemed to be looking for a specific plant, but it was nowhere to be found. Sticks cut at her knees as she crawled around. A groan of frustration left her lips as the plant evaded her.

“Is this the right plant?” Engen questioned as he crouched next to (Y/N). The plant in his hand had bright red berries and thorns along the stem. You recognized it as hellebore.

“Yes, it is,” (Y/N) exclaimed happily. She pecked her lover’s cheek. “You’re brilliant. Once we get home, my dad and I can make the extract you use to dull your eyes. It’s sad, honestly. Your eyes are so pretty when they glow, but we wouldn’t want any Hunters to see them.”

What? Your notebook said hellebore extract was supposed to be used once a week to relieve stress. What’s this about it being used to reduce the eye glow of Supernaturals? Something was wrong either with your notebook or these memories. These slight idiosyncrasies were becoming more and more unnerving.

Once again, the scene shifted. (Y/N) was at the marketplace buying groceries. Nothing seemed significant about the memory until a Hunter approached her. He was trying to flirt with her but would not take the hint.

Done with hinting, she dropped premises of subtlety and stated, “I already have a lover. Leave me alone.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer a Hunter? We’re quite powerful, you know.” 

She’d prefer to retch on his shoes. Had (Y/N) not wanted to arouse suspicion, she’d have caved the bastard’s nose in. As she attempted to walk away, Engen appeared out of the corner of her eye. He looked downright murderous. (Y/N) tried to signal to him to not intervene, but when the sleazy Hunter grabbed her arm, the sound of a fist connecting to a cheek filled the street. Even in the daylight, Engen’s strength was nothing to scoff at.

“How dare you touch a Hunter,” the man screamed. His cheek was already swelling.

“How dare you touch my lover,” Engen countered. He’d wrapped his arms protectively around (Y/N)’s waist. She was trying desperately not to laugh. “Let’s go home.”

The Hunter’s screams of “I won’t forget this” faded as they walked away. You had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t.

That festering feeling followed you into the next memory. In your experience, a Hunter only left a grudge alone once it was paid back tenfold. You could only hope the following memory was a happy one.

The beginning of the memory gave you hope. (Y/N) and Engen were on a walk through the forest. (Y/N) would spew facts about plants while Engen simply listened. Every few minutes, he’d press a light kiss to her knuckles. Each time, without fail, the vampire’s actions caused (Y/N)’s face to heat up. It made him chuckle.

“You’re such a jerk. Constantly teasing me. How would you feel if I just–” (Y/N) grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. When they pulled away, Engen paused to think for a second.

“I think you need to do that again, so I know how I really feel.” A teasing grin was plastered on his face.

Unable to look at her lover, (Y/N) smacked him lightly with her bag and stepped out of the forest. Right before she made a witty comeback, the young woman looked toward her house. All coherent thoughts disappeared from her head as two familiar figures were being dragged out of the building. Those were her parents. Following closely behind were Engen’s. The silver shackle on Davon’s ankle gleamed in the sunlight.

As they were hauled outside, the older vampire’s booming voice could be heard across the field. He yelled at the Hunters not to touch his wife or (Y/N)’s parents. His pleas were all for naught, though. Four gunshots rang through the air. 

(Y/N)’s knees gave out. Everything went fuzzy. This couldn’t be happening. Bile rose in her throat. Dull pounding filled her ears. Nothing was processing correctly.

Meanwhile, Engen was shaking (Y/N) to snap her out of her daze, but it was futile. The shock of watching her parents die was too strong. With no other options left, the vampire picked up his lover and ran back into the cover of the forest. One of the Hunters spotted them, so it was only a matter of time before they’d catch up.

Engen ran for several hours before he found a cave to rest in. He gently set (Y/N) down, then leaned against the cold stone walls. Reality set in and filled his eyes with pain. Next to him, tears streamed down (Y/N)’s face. Their parents had been ripped away from them in mere minutes.

“I’m sorry for freezing back there,” (Y/N) croaked. “I just… I don’t know. What do we do now?”

Engen absentmindedly stroked his lover’s knuckles. “Let’s just rest for now.”

“Okay,” she murmured. “Love you.” Almost instantly, (Y/N) dozed off, but not before feeling Engen pull her close and kiss her forehead. 

Hours later, they were on the move again. The Hunters were undoubtedly on their trail. It put the couple on edge. Every rustle in the bushes made them jump. Every shadow looked like an enemy. 

“I feel paranoid,” (Y/N) whispered. “Like at any moment, a bunch of Hunters could jump out.”

No response. Engen had a faraway look in his eyes. So (Y/N) poked him.

“What’s wrong? You seem distracted.”

“I need blood. It’s been too long since I’ve eaten.”

Not hesitating, (Y/N) presented her neck toward the vampire. Engen looked conflicted, but before he could do anything, a bullet flew dangerously close to his head. The Hunters had found them. Wasting no time, they ran as fast as their legs would take them. 

Escape seemed attainable, but as fate would have it, they came across a cliff. There was nowhere else to run. 

One of the Hunters stepped into the clearing. It was the man from the market. A sick grin spread across his face as he said, “I told you I wouldn’t forget.” Three other Hunters appeared in quick succession. They moved to subdue Engen. Usually, three humans would be no match for him, but the sunlight and his weakened state were disadvantageous. (Y/N) tried to move toward Engen and assist him, but the sleazy Hunter had other plans for her.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart, or else I’ll blow that bloodsucker’s brain out.” (Y/N) complied. “See, that’s not so hard. Now,” he slid behind her and pointed the gun at Engen’s head, “I want you to watch him suffer.”

(Y/N) watched in horror as a Hunter poured holy water on their hand, then gripped Engen’s face. Holy water burned the skin of Supernaturals. Horror turned to rage. Like hell were these bastards going to kill someone she held dear. 

Using his temporary distraction to her advantage, (Y/N) grabbed the hand that held the gun and tried to wrestle it away. At the same time, Engen bit the hand that covered his mouth and didn’t let go until he ripped off a chunk of the hand. Lingering holy water burned his tongue, but the blood he consumed gave him the strength to shake off the assailants. The once cocky Hunters were scared now.

(Y/N) continued to fight for control of the gun. Every second, the edge of the cliff got closer. One particularly forceful pull nearly sent them both over the ridge. It gave (Y/N) an idea.

“Let go,” the Hunter snarled as he reared up for another tug.

“If you say so.” She let go of the gun. Not expecting the lack of resistance, the Hunter stumbled toward the cliff’s edge, but not before grabbing the strap of (Y/N)’s bag in a flailing panic.

Together, they careened over the rocky overhang. Engen dove to grab (Y/N)’s outstretched hand, but he was too late. 

The memory cut out. You thought that was the end. Few people could survive a fall of that magnitude. Much to your surprise, things didn’t stop there. Instead, (Y/N) woke up at the bottom of the cliff. She was unscathed, other than some rips in her clothing and a missing shoe. How was that possible? If the mangled Hunter to her right was any indication of what she should like, there was no way she should have survived.

Well, since she survived, finding Engen was the first priority. That would be difficult considering the size of the forest. For now, gathering supplies would be essential. The notebook her parents gave her was filled with advice on survival. Soon enough (Y/N) had a shelter. She flipped to the next page and saw a drawing of a flower labeled “Sleeper’s Azolla.” Underneath, it said, “Pollen from the Sleeper’s Azolla can be used to clear your head. Seal it in a vial and use it once every ten years, but never in your village.” Strange instructions, but if her parents had written them, it was good advice.

While looking for food, (Y/N) came across a small patch of flowers resembling the Sleeper’s Azolla. Using the tools in her bag, she tried to extract pollen from the flowers without smelling them. She was successful in bottling and labeling the powder, but some of it had unknowingly gotten on her hands. One slight rub to her nose was all it took to accidentally ingest the pollen.

“What the hell?” (Y/N) muttered as her consciousness faded. Even though she passed out, the scene didn’t change. This had never happened before.

Hours later, (Y/N) woke up, but something was wrong. She couldn’t remember a thing. The uneasy feeling you’d been suppressing came back stronger. This was what had happened to you: waking up with no knowledge of who you were or where you were.

 Everything went black.

Back at the castle, Vector was doing research. Your quick recovery from the bullet wound was suspicious. Humans don’t heal that swiftly or that well. There wasn’t even a scar where you were pierced. He had to inform Engen about this.

“What is it?” Engen grumbled. From a distance, the vampire looked put together, but Vector knew better. Deep bags had formed underneath his eyes, and he constantly lingered around the medical room. The fearsome Engen was worried.

“It’s about (Y/N).” Now, that caught his attention. “I don’t think she’s a human. Her healing rate is abnormal in every sense of the word. I overlooked it before because I was worried, but I can’t do that anymore.”

Engen gripped the armrest of his chair so hard that it broke. “So then what is she?” he asked lowly. His eyes were glowing a dangerous shade of blue. It made Vector nervous.

“I-I don’t know,” the pumpkin-headed man stuttered out. “That’s the problem. There are plenty of Supernaturals who can pass as humans. (Y/N) would have to be awake for us to check.”

“Then you need t–”

Without warning, Rachel ran in and accosted the doctor. “Vector, I found stuff in (Y/N)’s notebook that may help you.” She glanced at Engen, whom she’d interrupted. “Sorry, but this is important. Look at these pages.” The dryad presented the pages on hellebore and polkweed. 

“Rachel, those are drawings and descriptions of plants.”

“They’re incorrect descriptions, though. It says here that hellebore and polkweed extract is used to relieve stress, but that’s not the case. Hellebore stops our eyes from glowing, and polkweed changes eye color. I talked to Bagna and Ihwa, and they confirmed that (Y/N) was drinking it weekly.”

“That would corroborate my theory that (Y/N) is a Supernatural,” Vector mumbled.

“Wait, there’s more. I also found this,” Rachel exclaimed as she produced a vial full of pollen. “It’s Sleeper’s Azolla. One whiff of this, and you’ll forget everything you’ve ever known. This damn notebook says it’s for ‘clearing your head.’”

Everyone went silent. Who would benefit from creating a notebook with false information, and why did you have it? A wail from the medical room yanked them out of their thoughts. All three Supernaturals ran to check on you, but Engen was the fastest by far.

Inside the room, Engen found you curling into a ball as you sobbed. The screech of the door made you turn toward him. Instead of (Y/E/C), your teary eyes were bright gold. It took all of his self-control to stay standing.

“(Y/N),” he whispered. There was no longer any doubt in his mind. You were the same (Y/N) he fell in love with many years ago. Unable to hold himself back, Engen pulled you into a comforting hug.

You cried into your old lover’s chest. You cried over your dead parents. You cried over the loss of Engen’s parents. You cried over the memories that had been repressed for so long. Every emotion crashed over you in an overwhelming wave.

Engen hated seeing you in so much pain, but what could he do? Even after all these years, he still didn’t know how to comfort you. After half an hour, you passed out. Vector was waiting outside the room when Engen left. The scarred vampire wanted to stay, but for the sake of your health, he allowed Vector to do his job and retreated to his room. 

Three hours later, Vector rushed into Engen’s room. “After I confirmed that she’s an Immortal, (Y/N) went missing.” Panic surged through his veins. In an instant, he’d descended the stairs, where he was stopped by Baekji.

“(Y/N) is at the lake,” the female vampire stated. Nodding in acknowledgment, Engen rushed to the lake, where he found you staring at the stars.

“Why did my parents want me to forget? I’ve lived so many lives not knowing who I really am. Each time, I wandered aimlessly, trying to find a purpose. I hoped that one day I would remember who I was, then I could see them again. But it was false hope.” You turned to Engen with melancholy eyes. “It hurts, Engen. It hurts so damn much.”

The vampire sat next to you. He gazed at the gleaming stars and remembered the silver shackle on his father’s ankle.

“I might not seem like it, but I’ve been mourning you and my parents for almost a century. The pain of losing someone never completely goes away. You just learn how to manage the hurt until it doesn’t bother you. Honestly, I was never able to do that for you. When I saw you again for the first time in that forest, I thought my heart was going to burst. I don’t want you to deal with that kind of pain by yourself. Everyone in the castle is happy to be there for you, especially me.” Engen said the last part a little quieter, but you still heard it. Almost one hundred years, and he was the same man you’d fallen in love with.

“Hey, Engen,” you murmured. The man let out a quiet hum. “I love you.”

Wasting no time, Engen tilted your head upward and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was filled with years of longing and desperation, but most of all, it was filled with pure love.

Engen had spent so long clinging to the ghost of you, but now that you were actually here, he’d spend the rest of his life holding on to you.

Thank you for reading! Hopefully, I'll post again in a timely manner soon!

- Mis

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Because of college stuff, part 2 of Holding on to You will be a bit delayed. I'll still try and have it done by the end of Friday, but it won't be released early in the morning as usual. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[my-intrusive-stories]

Vampire! Engen x Female! Reader: Holding On To You Part 1

Word Count ~ 4566 Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence Notes: So, this is my first gendered work, but it's like that for plot reasons that happen in the second part (and maybe third part). I'll switch back to a GN reader for the other oneshots this month. Anyway, I Got lost in the sauce once more with this one, but trust me, it should all come together by the next chapter. Happy Spooktober everyone!

Monsters, demons, anomalies, or what the beings themselves preferred: Supernaturals. They're diverse creatures of unknown origins who hide in forests, caves, water, or sometimes amongst humans. Some are friendly, some solitary, and others malicious, but to the Hunters, they're all aberrations that must die.

Hunters convinced the masses that Supernaturals were a threat to the human race. They spread exaggerated news of atrocious acts committed by Supernaturals while erasing the good deeds of others. It took several years, but the constant stream of anti-Supernatural propaganda caused mass hysteria. Parents worried their children would be kidnapped by a dryad or drowned by an undine, and farmers thought their livestock would be sucked dry by vampires. All of this led to Hunters rising in power across the country. They'd influence politics to favor their organization and gain financial backing from local governments. 

Frankly, you disliked the Hunters. A year ago, when you woke up in a field with no memories, they harassed you constantly, trying to reveal you as a Supernatural. Nothing came of it, but it was such a jarring experience that you decided you wanted nothing to do with the lot of them. The notebook in your possession confirmed this. It explicitly said to avoid Hunters and those who associated with them. You had no qualms with this.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans because the most persistent Hunter in your village decided to follow you into the woods. Ruthren was always a thorn in your side. The second you were introduced to the town, he claimed you were a witch who eats children. As it turns out, baby-eating allegations are difficult to shake off.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the witch. Going out to find more ingredients for poison?" Much to his displeasure, you ignored him, so he pressed on. "Or maybe you're meeting up with your monster friends."

You sighed loudly. "Ruthren, I'd rather have my leg gnawed off by a hellhound than listen to you blaber on. So, if you'll excuse me, I have plants to pick."

As you turned to walk deeper into the forest, the sound of a flintlock cocking made you freeze. Slowly, you turned around. The crazy bastard had pulled his gun out. 

Blood drained from your face. Ruthren had killed for less consequential slights before. There was no doubt in your mind that he'd pull the trigger and create some bogus story to justify your death. Sure, there'd be a bit of a fuss, but Hunters were practically untouchable by the law.

"Let's talk about this," you forced out. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you backed away gradually. For every step backward, Ruthren took two forwards. He was serious. As subtly as possible, you slipped a hand into your bag. A knife was definitely in there somewhere.

"Oh, you're remorseful now?" Ruthren asked with mock sympathy. "Well, it won't do anything. I've hated you since the moment you stepped foot in town. There's no way you're human, but since you've managed to bewitch everyone, I'll blow you open and prove you wrong."

When a tree met your back, your hand slipped under the notebook and found the knife. Ruthren was fifteen feet away and closing. There'd be only one opportunity to sink the small blade into his throat. Blocking out the sound of crunching leaves, you started to count down.

Three. A stick snapped, but it wasn't Ruthren who'd stepped on it.

Two. There was a red blur in your peripheral vision.

One. Ruthren was five feet away and ready to shoot.

Zero. The crazed smile on the Hunter's face slipped away as a gloved hand pierced through his chest while a knife embedded itself in his neck.

Bloody mist spattered your clothing as you watched life disappear from the scumbag's eyes. More importantly, who had just impaled him? No regular human could do something like that so effortlessly.

Once the corpse fell to the ground, the stranger was revealed. He was a handsome young man with brown hair, piercing blue-grey eyes, and a scarred face. A red and black cape covered his imposing figure, but what was really eye-catching was his long canine teeth. The man was a vampire.

You gazed at the blood-covered vampire. Despite his appearance, he didn't seem particularly dangerous--at least not to you. Ruthren would beg to disagree, but he was dead and couldn't say anything. Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized you hadn't thanked the man for his help.

"Ruthren would have blown my head off if you hadn't shown up. So, uh, thanks. Could I get your name?"

The mysterious man stayed silent. His eyebrows were furrowed, and the glowing blue of his stare was so intense it made your skin prick. Maybe he just wanted you to leave so he could drink the Hunter's blood.

"Well, you don't have to share if you don't want to," you amended. "I'm going back to town now, so thanks again." 

"Wait." You froze. "There's blood on your clothes. If you return like that and this guy," he kicked Ruthren's corpse for emphasis, "never returns, they'll kill you on the spot. It's quite easy to accuse people of being Supernaturals after all."

A groan escaped your lips. "You're right, but it's not like I have anywhere to go. With my luck, I'll stumble into another town and get accused of being a Supernatural again. Either way, it's a losing situation."

The vampire stared at you for a few more seconds before saying, "Come with me." He turned and began to walk deeper into the forest without waiting for your response. With few other options left, than to follow the man, you grabbed your bloodied knife and ran to catch up.

Walking through the forest was a struggle. Thick roots hindered your progress at every step. Meanwhile, the vampire who'd saved you strolled through so casually that it was as if he was on a completely separate path. Before you could ask him to slow down, the brown-haired man's stride lessened, allowing you to keep him in sight. Not once did he look back, though.

After hours of walking, your mysterious savior came to a stop. As you closed the distance between you two, a dreary castle appeared. It was the largest building you'd ever seen (which wasn't saying much considering your memory loss, but it was undoubtedly massive). The large gate creaked open as if it were expecting your arrival.

You tentatively stepped through the entrance. Inside, the building contrasted greatly with the bleak outside. There was a colorful array of individuals, from a witch in purple to a man with a pumpkin on his head. Other Supernaturals were hanging around and playing games. The moment they noticed the vampire entered, they swarmed around the two of you. A flurry of greetings and questions were directed toward the man. 

"Welcome back!" 

"How was hunting?"

"Who's that lady?"

Instead of responding, the man raised his hand, and the crowd immediately silenced. "Where's Rachel?" he asked.

A young dryad in a green dress popped out from behind a plant and shouted, "Here," while waving excitedly. The young girl slipped through the crowd and stopped in front of you.

"Show her to a room," the vampire ordered. "She'll be our guest starting today." Without sparing you a glance once again, the enigmatic man walked through the crowd, which separated for him.

You didn't have much time to think before Rachel grabbed your hands and started shaking them around. "It's nice to meet you, uhhhh. What's your name?"

"I wish I knew," you smiled bitterly. "I can't remember anything at all."

Rachel frowned for a second before her sunny disposition came back. "Then how about this? Until you remember your name, we'll call you (Y/N)!"

You repeated the name a few times. Maybe it was Rachel's overflowing positivity, but you felt happy. The new name filled a part of your heart that yearned for normality.

"I like it. Thank you, Rachel." The dryad beamed. You could have sworn the seemingly permanent blush on her face intensified. Her happiness was undoubtedly infectious. 

"C'mon, after I show you your room, I'll give you a tour of this place. It's huge, so I don't want you getting lost," she giggled. Without warning, Rachel grabbed your arm and started to drag you around. You tried to slow down, but she was much stronger than she looked. One yank and your arm would come clean off.

Rachel's first stop was the garden behind the castle. Hundreds of different plants grew wildly across the expanse of land. It was gorgeous. A laugh slipped from the blonde dryad as she saw the shocked look on your face. 

"Beautiful, isn't it? I take care of all the plants here. Whenever I feel lonely, I come here." A sad look filled her eyes for a fleeting moment before she shook it off. "Anyway, let's continue with the tour."

She showed you the grand dining hall where meals would be served. You wondered how meals for so many Supernaturals were prepared, but apparently, spirits took care of the cooking and other household chores. 

"But just in case you feel a little hungry, here's the kitchen," Rachel presented with a flourish. Inside, there was the witch you saw before. She was cooking what seemed to be an ungodly amount of food. When questioned about the witch, Rachel laughed and said that was an everyday occurrence.

Finally, you were shown your room on the second floor. It was spacious enough to be a house in the village you used to live in. How could all of this be for one person?

"Are you sure this is mine?" you asked incredulously. "This is way too big for one person."

"Of course, it's yours, silly! You're our guest," Rachel giggled. "If you need anything, I'll be in the room next to you. On the off chance I'm gone, Engen is in the only bedroom on the third floor."

"Engen?"

"That's the lord of this castle. He's the one who brought you here." You blinked. Every thought in your head vanished. Noticing the blank look on your face, Rachel continued to speak. "Engen doesn't talk much, so don't feel bad. He may be private with his affairs, but he saved everyone here from Hunters. I can't think of anyone we'd trust more with our lives than him."

A soft smile spread across your face at Rachel's words. Engen was a good leader. It was still a mystery as to why he saved you, though. What possessed him to save a human? You pondered the question as you said goodnight to Rachel and slipped into bed. Whatever the reason, you were glad Engen saved you.

Weeks flew by, and you found yourself adapting well to life in the castle. No one was bothered about a human living with them. In fact, many were quite friendly. You quickly befriended the gluttonous witch, Ihwa, and the man with a pumpkin on his head, Vector. Alongside Rachel, those were the people whose company you stayed in the most. Engen, on the other hand, seemed dead set on avoiding you. Every time you tried to approach him, he'd disappear into his shadows.

"It's just so frustrating," you complained to Vector one night. "Do I have the plague or something? I can't even get a word in because he ignores me."

Vector stayed silent for several seconds before responding. "That's strange because Engen asked me to make sure you were comfortable here. Why he would save you just to avoid you is beyond me."

A sigh escaped your lips as you laid your head on the cold table. It would make sense to stop trying to engage the vampire, but something inside you kept drawing you to him. Damn him and his contradictory actions.

The door to the castle bursting open snapped you out of your thoughts. Through it came the other vampire, Baekji. She was breathing heavily and covered in scratches. You and Vector dashed to catch her before she fell down.

"What happened?" Vector asked as he rummaged through his medical bag.

"The forest is swarming with those Hunter bastards. I was trying to feed on an animal, but they saw me and tried to kill me. Barely made it out alive," Baekiji groaned.

"They won't find the castle, right?"

"No," Vector answered while bandaging Baekji, " Ihwa placed an enchantment circle around it. No one with ill will towards Supernaturals can see this building. You're actually the first human to be able to see it."

"I'm so hungry," the orange-eyed vampire suddenly whined. "It's been too long since I fed." She glanced at Vector, who quickly covered his neck.

"Not a chance, you blood-sucker. How many times do I have to tell you you can't even get sustenance from another Supernatural's blood?"

"But it tastes good," she grumbled. "Maybe I should turn you into pumpkin pie."

You watched the two bicker before speaking up. "I wouldn't mind if you drank some of my blood, Baekji. I don't want you to starve."

Her eyes lit up. "Really, (Y/n)?" You nodded in confirmation. With your permission, Baekji closed the distance between you two, but before she bit into your neck, she noticed something and backed away.

Curious as to what made her stop, you turned around. Shadows were twisting menacingly across the floor, but Baekji's eyes were focused elsewhere. Standing at the top of the stairs was Engen. His eyes were glowing blue as he glared down.

When Supernaturals feel intense emotion, their eyes glow. That was something you'd observed firsthand in the past few weeks. A mischievous jinn named Bagna once made the mistake of touching Ihwa's food. As you shielded him from the witch's wrath, the blazing red of her eyes almost scared you into letting Ihwa kill the foolish jinn. The rage in her gaze was nothing compared to Engen's, though. His anger was cold enough to chill the entire lounge. Time seemed to slow as you held eye contact with the man.

Without warning, Engen turned and started towards his room. The shadows reverted to their original positions, and the temperature no longer felt abnormally cold. Simultaneous breaths of relief came from you, Vector, and Baekji.

"I thought I was going to die," Vector cried. "You should have known better than to have touched (Y/N), Baekji."

"So this is my fault?" she cried incredulously. "I just..." 

You tuned out their altercation. Everything about the situation was too overwhelming. Maybe a trip to the garden would help. Quickly mumbling goodbye to the two Supernaturals, you made a beeline towards the back door.

Immediately, the smell of flowers filled your nostrils. Its calming effects washed over you as you found a small table to sit at. Times like these were perfect for reading. Digging into your bag, you found the dilapidated notebook that'd been with you since you woke up with no memories. Most pages were illegible or blank, but the last thing written inside was "We love you." Seeing those words never failed to brighten your mood.

"Mind if I join you?"

You turned around to see Rachel approaching the table. She had a small white flower in hand. Even though there was a smile on her face, the melancholic in her eyes was evident.

"I don't mind at all," you said, gesturing toward the other chair. The dryad murmured a quick thanks before plopping into the chair. Rachel sat in silence until she decided to speak. 

"Is it true that Hunters are searching the forest for Supernaturals? Some others were talking about what happened to Baekji, and I can't help but worry."

"From what Baekji told me, yeah, it's true."

Rachel suddenly slammed her fists on the table. The unexpectedness of the noise scared you out of your skin. Neither that nor the crack in the table was significant, though. Comforting Rachel was the top priority. As you hugged the blonde girl, she released her frustrations.

"Those damn Hunters already took my family from me once. Why are they trying again? Why can't they leave us alone?" Rachel sobbed.

All you could do was listen and rub comforting circles on her back. Years of pain wouldn't be solved with empty words of consolation. 

When Rachel calmed down slightly, she thanked you and left for her room. The defeated slump of her shoulders was heartbreaking. It did strengthen your resolve, though. The Supernaturals in this castle treated you like family, and you'd be damned if you sat back and let a single one die.

As you walked inside, Ihwa pulled you aside and handed you a packet of red liquid. Wasting no time, she said, "Give this to Engen. It's synthetic blood that should barely sustain him. I'm out of ingredients now, but it'll buy them some time. Anyway, I've got to go force-feed this to Baekji. She's too picky."

With that, you were left gobsmacked. You were the worst option out of everyone who could deliver the fake blood. Based on Engen's past actions, the vampire would take one look at you and choose to starve. Nevertheless, you found yourself knocking on the door to his bedroom. It creaked open. Taking that as a sign to enter, you tentatively stepped inside. A glance around and the room was empty. Of course.

Before you could turn to leave, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. The sudden contact made you jump. You tried to slip out, but whoever held you tightened their grip.

"Don't leave me again," they whispered lowly into your ear. That voice was one you'd rarely heard but couldn't forget. Engen was hugging you, but why? After avoiding every attempt to speak to him, this was uncharacteristic. And what did he mean by again?

You wiggled futility, but Engen's grip was far too powerful. It wasn't uncomfortable, though. In fact, had the situation not been so dire, the hug would have been pleasant. The thought made your cheeks heat up. Chiding yourself for having useless thoughts, you tried to negotiate with the vampire.

"I promise I won't leave, but please let go."

"No."

"But I have to give you something important, and I can't give it to you if you keep holding me."

There was some grumbling, but Engen finally released you. Looking at his face, you realized the reason for his strange actions: Engen was delirious. A haze filled his eyes, and he seemed flushed. He needed to eat immediately. Quickly, you thrust the packet towards the scarred vampire.

"Drink this. It should make you feel better."

Without hesitation, Engen downed the whole packet. His face screwed up at the taste (maybe Baekji wasn't being dramatic), but he no longer looked as flushed. Unfortunately, the clouds in his blue-grey eyes were still there.

"Are you still hungry?" 

Silence.

"Well, I don't mind if you drink my blood."

Now, that elicited a response, but not a verbal one. In a second, Engen's face hovered near the junction between your head and your neck. His warm breath caused goosebumps to form on your skin. Slowly, he bared his fangs in preparation for the bite. Your eyes clenched shut, and your heart felt like it was trying to escape its confines. A quiet whimper left your mouth as you waited for him to sink his fangs into your neck.

But nothing happened. A quick look at Engen made it clear he had regained his clarity, but he was still breathing heavily. Before you could question the man, you were shoved outside the room.

You stood there for a minute, processing what the hell had just happened. Everything from Engen's sporadic behavior to your own decisions didn't make sense. So many questions filled your brain, but those weren't important now. Blood for Baekji and Engen was the first priority.

The plan was to sneak out in the morning and hunt a deer. An animal of that size could sustain both of the ailing vampires. Of course, that was easier said than done. Hunters were swarming the forest, so animals were hiding. You also had to find a way to transport the deer (if you found one) back to the castle. Sitting in the kitchen, you tried to find a reasonable method, but nothing came to mind. A groan left your lips as you swallowed another mouthful of polkweed and hellebore extract.

"Is everything alright?" It was Bagna.

"I wish." You ended up spilling everything to the young jinn. Surprisingly, he sat and listened in quiet contemplation. At the end of your rant, Bagna stayed silent for a few more minutes before coming to an epiphany.

"There's a pegasus that roams around here. It loves honey cakes more than anything. If you go out with a few, it may help you out. Also, there's a wagon and harness in that creepy shed no one touches."

"Thank you for everything, Bagna!"

The jinn was caught off guard by your sudden hug. It was a nice contrast to being yelled at for a prank.

"It's nothing. Just helping out 'cause you saved me from Ihwa a while back," he said bashfully.

"Well, I appreciate it anyway," you grinned as you left for your room.

In the morning, you woke up early to avoid arousing suspicion. Armed with a bow and arrows, your bag, and a surplus of honey cakes, you slipped outside. The shed wasn't hard to find, but dragging the wagon out was. Wiping the grime off your hands, you started the next phase of the plan: finding the pegasus.

Turns out that didn't take much because the moment you unwrapped the cake, the winged horse descended instantly. It glanced at the harness, then the cake, and snorted loudly. You took the snort as acceptance and began to strap the horse in. 

"Could you, uh, do something about the wings? I'd rather not get shot by a Hunter."

The pegasus snorted indignantly, but an offering of cake changed its tune. Within seconds, its wing folded down and blended into its hair. With that settled, it was time to hunt.

Hours passed uneventfully. You were able to catch a few small animals but nothing substantial. Even the Hunters you encountered were relaxed. Other than a few questions, they didn't seem to suspect someone who didn't flee upon seeing them. 

Frustrated with the lack of success, you leaned on a tree. Where were all the deers? Maybe it was time to return. The pegasus seemed slightly irritable, and you were almost out of cake. 

Suddenly, a brown figure limped by. It was an injured deer. You apologized mentally before raising your bow and letting the arrow fly. The arrow lodged itself firmly into the animal. Within seconds, life left its eyes. Setting your weapon and bag in the wagon, you rushed to the carcass. You gestured toward the pegasus to come closer because carrying the deer was nigh impossible with your strength. It took an embarrassingly long time to shove the animal onto the wagon.

"Perfect, now let's hurry home," you said to the steed while feeding it the last of the cake.

"That's a fine horse you got there." A Hunter slid out from behind a tree. His tone was playful, but his eyes were alert. This man was dangerous. "The name's Cyrus," he continued as he held out his hand for a greeting.

"Thank you," you smiled while shaking his hand. Hopefully, Cyrus would only ask some questions and leave like the other Hunters.

"What brings you out here? It's pretty dangerous since Supernaturals are on the prowl."

"Ah well, some people in my family are sick, so I'm trying to sell some game to buy medicine."

"If that's the case, I'll buy whatever's in your cart." 

You balked as he pulled out a sack full of coins. Cyrus called your bluff.

"What's the matter? Why are you hesitating? Or," The playful smile on his face turned malicious, "We are looking for a woman with (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes. Apparently, she was last seen in this very forest! What a coincidence, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, what a coincidence," you forced out. "I'll accept your offer, by the way. It was just so generous that I was shocked."

Slowly, you assessed the Hunter. Not once did his hand leave his gun. If he decided to shoot right now, you'd be dead. This was just like the Ruthren situation, but this time you were unarmed.

When you pretended to reach for the coins, Cyrus drew his gun and fired. Nothing happened, though. The gun had misfired. Using his hesitation, you slammed your elbow into the Hunter's nose and kicked him in the shin. Despite this, he still managed to grab your wrist.

"Run away," you screamed at the pegasus. Wasting no time, the creature sped off toward the castle. Getting blood to Baekji and Engen was your priority.

"You bitch," he growled. "I should have killed you right away."

A sharp pinch to Cyrus' arm made him release his grip. You didn't wait around to make a snarky comment. Tree branches whipped at your face as you ran away while bushes clawed at your legs. Everything hurt, but the sound of heavy footsteps in pursuit motivated you to keep going.

Meanwhile, people were starting to notice your absence at the castle.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Rachel frantically asked everyone. "I haven't seen her all day."

Most people had no idea. Bagna, on the other hand, looked guilty. This didn't go unnoticed by the dryad, who quickly turned on him.

"Where is she, Bagna? If this is another of your tricks, so help me, I will use you as fertilizer for my garden."

The glow of her eyes made the jinn shrink. Rachel was terrifying when she wanted to be. Things didn't end there, though. Shadows began to writhe, and the temperature dropped. Engen had arrived. Each step he took sent a jolt of fear down Bagna's spine.

"What's this about (Y/N) going missing?" the vampire growled. Even with unwell health, he was petrifying.

"She went out to hunt animals this morning," Bagna confessed. "I helped with planning but didn't think it would take this long."

Both Engen and Rachel glared menacingly at him. Had it not been for the noisy neighing of the pegasus outside, the jinn might have perished (again). 

Everyone rushed outside expecting to see you, but the wagon was empty, save for the dead animals and your bag. If your things were here, where were you?

"I'm going to look for her," Engen stated.

"In that state, you'll die in an instant. Especially since the sun will weaken you as well. Drink some of the deer's blood first," Ihwa said flatly. She'd never seen the vampire act like such an idiot.

Engen didn't respond, grabbing the deer carcass and sinking his fangs into it. He quickly drank his fill and tossed the body at the silver-haired witch.

"Give the rest to Baekji."

With that, he slipped into the shadows of the forest. There were many Hunters, but none could match a revitalized Engen. He slaughtered everyone who stood in his way. For the first time in decades, Engen was afraid. He couldn't lose you again. Or so he thought.

When he finally found you, there was a bullet passing through your chest.

Thanks for reading! See you on Friday!

- Mis

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Engen Headcanons: When You Get Hurt

Engen takes care to ensure you’re prepared for battle, but even so, you get injured occasionally. Pity the poor fool who touched the Smiling Man’s lover because he’ll annihilate them. EST pours from Engen’s being as he mercilessly slaughters your assailant. As he turns to you, though, all traces of aggression disappear. He’ll simply pick you up bridal style and exit the battlefield to ensure you get treatment.

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Engen Headcanons: Holding Hands

Engen secretly loves the way your hand fits in his. Whenever you thread your fingers together with his, Engen relaxes slightly, knowing you’re safe beside him. If he’s feeling particularly affectionate, he’ll raise your interlocked hands and press a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

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Who Fell First, and Who Fell Harder?

Engen - You Fell First, and You Fell Harder

People describe Engen as many things–terrifying, powerful, obsessive–but throughout the years of being his subordinate, you saw what others couldn’t. Engen’s occasional dry humor, rigid work ethic, and determination were aspects of the villain’s personality that others never experienced. Every day, you felt your admiration for Engen grow. It was only a matter of time before you fell for your handsome leader.

When you finally fell in love with Engen, you fell hard. The mere sight of him would cause your heart rate to increase abnormally fast. It soon became difficult to form coherent sentences around the man, often resulting in you running away while trying to hide your embarrassment. Unbeknownst to you, Engen reciprocated your feelings but was waiting for you, his cute little subordinate, to muster the courage to confess.

Chaos - You Fell First, and He Fell Harder

It’s not hard to fall for Jeremy Bernstein. He’s a bit chaotic (hence his hero name), but Jeremy is still charming. What’s not to like about his bright smile and dedication to justice? As you carefully treated his wounds, you imagined a future with the hero. Maybe if he had someone to come home to, he’d take better care of his health.

Not long after you caught feelings for Chaos, he found his eyes straying toward you at every opportunity. Jeremy loved everything about you, from how you executed your work professionally to how you weren’t afraid to tell him off. The happiest moment in his life was when you scolded him for being so reckless and let it slip that you loved him. As he kissed you sweetly, Jeremy realized he would do anything to keep you safe.

Bishop (Padrius Encilion) - He Fell First, and You Fell Harder

Surprisingly, Padrius was the first to be struck by Cupid’s arrow. You were always a reliable assistant, whether filling out paperwork or playing chess with him. Little by little, the Elder found himself seeking your companionship. Soon, teasing remarks became a staple of your conversations with Padrius. His ultimate goal was to see your flustered face.

One day, you realized your boss was intentionally teasing you. At first, you were wary. Bishop liked to pick on most people, so his words weren’t out of character. What was strange, though, was his accompanying actions. He’d brush against your hand, pull out your chair, or even whisper lowly in your ear. It wasn’t good for your heart. On the outside, you managed to stay stoic, but on the inside, you were a mess. You were in love with the ruler of Cloud Garden. Everything came together when Padrius saved your life from a rogue assassin. He teasingly said he deserved a reward, so with a racing heart, you went to kiss his cheek, but he turned so your lips met instead.

Yushin - He Fell First, and You Fell Harder

You’d been by Yushin’s side for most of his life, so it was no wonder he adored you. The way you dedicated yourself to training and confidently carried yourself was undoubtedly attractive to him. You were a force of nature. Having committed to training, Yushin thought you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship, so he tried not to burden you with his feelings.

Years later, after the Skysword defeated Yushin, you took care of your lifelong friend. You were his pillar of support. Something in your heart changed during that period. Over time, you realized that the warm feeling in your chest was love. Ever attentive, Yushin noticed the sudden changes in your mannerisms. Why did you, someone who could stand up to the Skysword, seem so nervous around him? To his surprise, you blurted out you were deeply in love with him. A smile adorned the swordsman’s face. The feelings he buried long ago were finally reciprocated.

Jintae Yang - You Fell First, and He Fell Harder

Life is unexpected. You never thought you’d become a villain, yet you became a follower of Jintae Yang. His charisma and ambition drew you in. Perhaps that’s why you soon found yourself pining over your leader. If Jintae wanted to reshape the world according to his vision, you’d be by his side working towards it.

Jintae first discovered his fondness for you after you took a blow meant for him. The sight of your bloodied body filled him with panic and rage. After dispatching the assailant and healing your wounds, Jintae demanded to know why you got injured in his stead. You simply smiled and said your body moved on its own. Later, when you jumped in front of the Executioner, Jintae willingly sacrificed his eyes to ensure your survival. You were frantic, trying to figure out why he’d do such a thing, but the young swordsman opted to kiss you instead of explaining. 

Bagna - He Fell First, and He Fell Harder

Bagna isn’t the brightest in terms of emotions. Rachel easily tricked him into thinking he was in love with Ihwa and Engen (he was just scared). So when he starts to grow feelings for you, he isn’t sure what they are. His first impression is that he’s sick. After all, why would his palms become sweaty and his heartbeat accelerate? Luckily, Vector helped the fire wielder understand his feelings.

When you’re happy, Bagna is happy. He goes out of his way to help you with every problem you face, even if the methods are unconventional (burning the couch you stubbed your toe on was some of his proudest work). The slightest praise from you fills him with satisfaction. It’s like there’s a flame-lobbing puppy at your beck and call. Of course, the young man’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed. After you confess, Bagna realizes he has two goals now: to ignite the hottest flame and to protect you.

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Chaos (Jeremy Berstein) Headcanons: Date Nights

Despite being overworked by the Hero Clan, Jeremy always tries to take you out on dates. No matter the location, his favorite part is always the ride there. After years of hero work, few things can raise Chaos’ heart rate, but somehow, the feeling of your body pressed against his back while he speeds through the city on his motorcycle does. There’ve been many occasions where Jeremy will simply loop around the destination instead of stopping because he enjoys your closeness so much. When you finally notice his antics, you never mention it because you love how he smiles so brightly without care during every ride.

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Alrighty, the people have spoken. October is gonna be Supernatural AU month!

I’ll fully admit that I started working on a vampire Engen fic before the voting was even finished cause I need it. If you have any character requests, just lmk (preferably through comments or something cause I’m still not 100% sure if asks work on side blogs)

So ya. I’ll try and make sure to have the content ready in time. And as always, thanks for reading my intrusive stories!

Like Engen being a vampire/dhampir, Chaos being a dokkaebi, Ihwa being a witch, undine Bishop, etc.

Just a lil something to spice up the month if need be.

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Chaos (Jeremy Bernstein) Headcanons: Scars

Chaos isn’t insecure about the numerous scars on his body. What he’s self-conscious about are the mental scars left by his lifetime of hero work. The ghosts of his past actions haunt him no matter how much time has passed. They seek him out in his sleep, causing him to wake up in a cold sweat. That’s where you come in. Despite Jeremy’s pleas for you to go back to sleep, you always stick by his side during his darkest hours. For every word of self-degradation he hurls at himself, you have ten words to describe how amazing he is. For every cry of anguish, there’s a soothing touch. No amount of self-loathing could ever compare to your love for the heterochromatic hero. So maybe his scars will heal, but it won’t be due to time. It’ll be because of your sincere devotion.

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Yushin x Reader: Evermore

Word Count ~ 4375 Warnings: Canon-typical blood Note: Tried to follow canon, but it's def not 100% accurate cause I got lost in the sauce. Anyway, this was a trip and a half to make, but I hope you enjoy me simping for an old dude. I'd let Yushin hit it any day of the week.

Countless years. That was how long you've known Yushin, the ruler of Yerim. Throughout those years, you were his closest attendant and friend. Anything you could do to help the Elder, you did.

How did that happen? Well, it all started on the day of a foul blizzard. No sane person would have traversed the land on such a day, but the people of your village were determined to reach Yerim. The settlement they formerly lived in was prosperous yet not large enough to be considered a district. Naturally, this brought unwanted attention from District Lords who coveted their land. Many lords offered to take the villagers and their land as part of their district, but the conditions were ultimately unfavorable. Loss of autonomy, taxes, and the conscription of those with gifts were just some terms included in every deal. Knowing they couldn't survive a battle for their freedom, your village decided to go where no rational lord would touch: an Elder's domain.

Padrius Encilion wasn't known for his sympathy, meaning Cloud Garden wasn't an option, and Reagan Sinclair didn't allow outsiders into Castle Gray. Other districts, such as Rhodos or Crystal Line, would have been ideal, but they were too far away. That left Yerim. There wasn't extensive information about its ruler, Yushin, but his character didn't seem questionable. With that information, your people set out to seek asylum in Yerim. It was a risk they were willing to take. It's why an entire village was traveling through a storm.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned. Bandits were lurking in the forest. Not many journeyed through the area, so they were low on supplies. Such a large gathering of people walking through their land seemed like a blessing to them. Within minutes, an ambush descended on your people. Screams of horror were swallowed by the roaring wind as the bandits indiscriminately slaughtered everyone they could.

As one of the two gift users, you immediately jumped to action. You levitated above the battleground using your telekinetic powers to identify each threat's location. Daggers made of snow formed and flew toward bandits with each flick of your hand. Despite the cold weather, sweat trickled down your face. This was the first real battle you'd participated in, so your control of EST was shaky at best.

Quickly, the outlaws who had avoided being skewered turned their attention towards you. An arrow narrowly missed embedding itself in your throat, causing you to lose focus and drop to the ground. The other gift user, Ellis, saw this and screamed to join him and the others inside his force field. With every passing second, more people rushed towards the safety provided by Ellis, but he couldn't maintain it for long. As soon as his EST ran out, the bandits would finish off the rest of the villagers. It had to end now.

Pushing yourself out of the snow, you regained focus and sent waves of snow toward the remaining outlaws. The force knocked them outside of the forest and into a clearing. You rushed over to finish them off, but as you raised your hands to attack, your gift didn't work. No more EST.

Shit.

The bandits kept their distance, but it wouldn't be long before they realized you were defenseless. Slowly, they formed a circle and began to close in. With nowhere to go and no weapon in hand, you hoped you could outclass them physically. One of the more daring criminals took a swipe at you with his sword. By some miracle, you dodged and landed a punch on his face, but he shrugged it off. A bloody nose wasn't enough to deter him. That's when an arrow pierced your leg.

The pain took a second to process, but when the sensation hit, it brought you to your knees. Everything around you started to blur into the flurry of snow. A figure approached with what seemed to be a sword, so with the last bit of strength in your body, you ripped the arrow out of your leg and slammed it into their body. They slumped over, presumably dead. There were still several other bandits, though. In your woozy state, they would have no trouble ending your life.

The crunch of snow nearing signified that the end of your life was near. Just as you'd given up, a sharp whistle cut through the air. Soon after, the sound of bodies dropping followed. As your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion, you saw a man with two red swords.

Days later, you regained consciousness. Ellis, ever a loyal friend, was sleeping next to your bed. But wait, whose room was it? This was far too luxurious. You shifted, trying to get up, but there was no strength in your limbs to support you. All your rustling did succeed in waking Ellis, though.

"(Y/N), you're awake," he beamed. It was clear Ellis wasn't taking care of himself from his deep eyebags and disheveled appearance. He'd probably been run ragged trying to take care of everyone.

"Ellis, you've been losing sleep for others again," you scolded. The man suddenly couldn't meet your eyes. "While I appreciate you, it's okay to be selfish."

"Shhh. I'm fine. And isn't it hypocritical to say that, considering you almost…" Ellis trailed off, his attention taken by the man who had just entered the room. Everything fell silent.

It was the man with two swords.

Grey hair brushed his shoulders, yet he was more acute than any youth you'd seen. Confidence and power radiated from him as his gaze fell upon you. His eyes were piercing, as if he could see right through anyone. A shiver ran through your spine despite the well-insulated room.

"I see you're awake. Feel free to recover as long as needed," the man spoke before leaving as abruptly as he came.

Both you and Ellis released the breaths you didn't know you were holding. The pressure exuding from the swordsman was suffocating. But wait, you didn't thank him for saving your life yet.

"Ellis," you whispered, "could you take me to that swordsman? I need to speak with him." The man opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "Never mind, I'll do it myself."

With a wave of your hands, you began to levitate. Rushing out the door, you tried to catch up with the mysterious man. He was already far away, but that wasn't a deterrent.

"Excuse me, sir," you shouted. The man stopped and turned, giving you enough time to catch up. "My name is (Y/N). I just wanted to say thank you for saving me and the rest of my village."

As you spoke, a wave of nausea overtook you. It broke your focus, causing your gift to fail. Since it was the only thing keeping you upright, you started to fall towards the ground. You braced for an impact that never came. Instead, the swordsman had caught you in his arms. Ellis rushed over to help.

"I can carry (Y/N) back, sir." The grey-haired man shook his head and started towards the room you were just in. Despite the relatively short distance to the room, your poor condition caused you to drift to sleep. As he laid you on the bed, you murmured a quiet "thank you."

The next day, Ellis gave you a recap of what had happened. Heat flooded your face. How embarrassing.

"Oh, and I couldn't mention this yesterday, but that man who saved us is the ruler of Yerim, Yushin." You blinked at the information. You'd been carried by an Elder.

"Oh gosh," you cried into the pillow. "I don't know if I can ever show my face again."

Ellis patted your back soothingly. "It's okay, (Y/N). Once we get settled, it's not as if we'll see an Elder on the streets."

That gave you some peace of mind.

Two days later, you trudged grumpily through Yerim's snow-covered roads. The damned snow made it near impossible to conduct business. Blacksmiths were low on coal and lumber because of the frigid conditions, mines collapsed due to the weight of snow, and god knows where wool could be bought. It was a wonder that people sustained themselves like this.

During your internal grumbling session, a loud noise crashed through the town. Swinging your head towards the source, you saw it most likely came from the forest. Was it a fight, more bandits, or an avalanche? Curiosity overtook you, causing you to dash toward the source. Strangely enough, none of the townspeople seemed perturbed by the noise.

Once you arrived at the origin of the sound, you realized why none of the residents were bothered by the racket. Right in the middle of the snow-covered field was Yushin practicing his swordsmanship. It was stunning. The glint of the two blades as they sliced through the air, the contrast of the red hilt against the snow--absolutely gorgeous. You watched the sword dance, entranced. Before you realized it, he was done.

"Beautiful," you breathed out. Never before had you seen something so exquisite in your life.

"Is that so?" Yushin, who was now behind you, questioned. Your heart leapt as you jumped away from the Elder. How did he get there so fast?

Not knowing how to respond, you crouched and covered your face with your hands. This was so embarrassing. Yushin merely chuckled at your awkwardness.

"What brings you here, (Y/N)?"

You took a second to compose yourself (as best as someone socially inept could) before answering, "I was trying to do errands when I heard a loud noise and wanted to check it out. Sorry to disturb you, sir."

"It's of no issue. I was finishing anyway. However, your hands are quite empty for someone running errands."

The mere mention of errands brought a tic to your eye as you remembered your multitude of hindrances. "Well," you started, "there have been a few roadblocks."

Yushin escorted you back to the small cottage you shared with other villagers while listening to your passionate ramblings about issues in Yerim. Considering how meek you tended to be, this was an intriguing side of you. It was also interesting to hear about matters regarding his land from the perspective of a new resident.

By the time you finished your tirade, you'd arrived back home. The realization that you just spent half an hour complaining to an Elder of all people dawned on you. Warmth flooded your face as you quickly amended your rant. "Not that Yerim is a bad place to be or anything. I only think some small problems need fixing, my lord."

Yushin resisted the urge to laugh at your sudden change in tone. Instead, he said, "I'd be interested in what approach you'd take to solving these issues, (Y/N). Would you care to discuss it in further detail later?"

All you could do was nod dumbly at the invitation.

"I'll see you soon, then." With that, the swordsman left. Ellis rushed out to ask what just happened, but he couldn't elicit a response--your brain was malfunctioning.

One week after the encounter, you found yourself in Yushin's office with a plethora of material you'd compiled. In your arms were testimonials from townsfolk, copies of public records, and diagrams. After exchanging greetings, you got straight to the point: the snow made it too difficult to live during the winter. There weren't enough wool-producing animals to meet the demand, so people had to rely on merchants. The merchants were aware of this, so they raised prices, knowing that the people of Yerim would have to pay or freeze. Scarce and expensive winter clothing meant that outdoor laborers such as lumberers struggled. Miners were the only people to benefit from the frozen ground but were over reliant on the presumed stability, causing the mine to collapse when it warmed up.

As you explained all of this and provided potential reforms, Yushin listened to your words attentively. You were amazing. In a short period, you came up with practical solutions for the problems plaguing Yerim. Perhaps it was selfish, but he wanted your prowess.

"(Y/N)," Yushin said after you finished presenting, "what would you think about becoming my advisor? You-"

"I'd love that! When do I start, my lord?"

And that was how you became Yushin's trusted advisor. For every annoyance the Elder faced, you were there to fix it. Nothing was too large of a challenge to take on for the man who saved your life. Slowly but surely, Yerim was transformed. It was still frigid, but it felt warmer.

On a particularly restless night, you wandered into the training grounds allocated for Yerim's guards. Moonlight bathed the cold soil in its pale glow. A wall full of swords caught your attention. Perhaps it was the way the light reflected off them or the memory of Yushin's sword dance, but you were drawn to the gleaming blades.

An experimental lift of a sword proved to be effortless; the physical strength from being a gift user was beneficial. Swinging the sword, though, was an entirely different task. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't recreate a fraction of the grace you'd seen on that snowy field.

"Adjust your grip and stance like this," a voice from behind spoke. Panic surged through your body before you recognized the voice. Rather than question what Yushin was doing here at this time, you nodded and tried to emulate his form as instructed.

"Close, but not quite." He carefully adjusted your posture by moving your limbs manually. You hoped he couldn't feel the heat radiating off your body.

"Are you interested in learning swordsmanship (Y/N)?"

"I'd love to, but--"

"Then let's begin."

Shock covered your face before it morphed into a bright smile. That smile was dangerous. The unfamiliar feeling it gave Yushin compelled him to fulfill your every whim. Even if you knew you had an Elder at your beck and call, you'd never ask anything of him, and it made him favor you all the same. Shaking his head, Yushin buried the intrusive thoughts and continued to teach you.

Years flew by in Yerim. During this time, your proficiency with the blade increased exponentially. Paired with your telekinesis, it was clear that Yushin's close tutelage had paid off. He'd even given you your own sword. Besides the growth in strength, you'd also grown feelings for the feelings for the grey-haired man. How could you not? Not once had he undermined your ideas when it came to reform. He was flexible and willing to discuss things rationally. Despite being an Elder, he diligently taught you swordsmanship. Most of all, he was easy to be around. As someone who suffered in social situations, Yushin never made you uncomfortable. Sure, you'd get embarrassed when he got close, but it wasn't his fault for being handsome.

A poke to your side broke you from your thoughts. It was Ellis. He looked concerned. Understandably so, considering this was the fourth time you'd spaced out within an hour.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)? You've been out of it for the past week."

You muttered something unintelligible into your hands. The only word Ellis could make out was Yushin.

"What was that? What about him? Is he bothering you?"

"It's nothing like that. I just," you paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "I think I love Yushin."

It was Ellis' turn to be gobsmacked. In retrospect, he should have foreseen this outcome, but he'd never put too much thought into it. All the time spent with the Elder outside of work, the private training, and the fondness of which you spoke of him. Everything pointed toward your adoration of the swordsman. Yushin's heavy favoritism toward you was rather evident, as well.

"I think you should just tell him. Knowing you, you'll continue to internalize your feelings until they eat you from the inside. Honestly, it's probably started to happen already. You're a damn good person (Y/N). If you confess and it goes wrong, you can always come back here to live with me and the rest of the villagers. There'll never be an occasion where you're not welcome."

Tears pricked at your eyes at Ellis' kind words. For years, you'd been far removed from the daily activities of your people--only visiting occasionally to make sure they were healthy and safe. They were your motivation to improve Yerim and grow stronger. Knowing you'd be accepted with open arms made your heart feel full.

"Thank you," you choked out. Unshed tears were blinked back. Ellis smiled and hugged you gently. A comfortable silence filled the room before it was broken by a knock on the door. You dashed over to open it and saw Yushin. Before you could question what he was doing here, he spoke.

"You're late for training." A quick glance at the position of the sun confirmed this. Adrenaline coursed through you as you scrambled to collect your things. How could you have lost track of time? As you flew out the door, you quickly bid farewell to your friend with a hug.

"Sorry for being late, my lord," you said anxiously. In your panic and haste to get to the training grounds, you unconsciously grabbed Yushin's hand and began to drag him with you.

The Elder frowned slightly and stopped, forcing you to stop as well. His sudden action made you realize his fingers were intertwined with yours. You tried to pull away before your heart exploded, but Yushin gently yanked you toward him.

"I thought I told you to call me by my name." After that, it was honestly a miracle you were still alive. Your palms felt clammy, and your heart was beating abnormally fast. Yushin took notice of your condition and asked, "Are you alright, (Y/N)? If you're unwell, you don't have to train today. Just rest."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves before half-shouting, "It's because I lo--"

Before you could finish, your blood suddenly ran cold. A man with long white hair was nearing, and his aura was as suffocating as Yushin's, if not more. To make things worse, he held a sword. It was apparent that he was the swordsman from the rumors who'd been killing District Lords. Seemingly out of lords to kill, he'd come looking for stronger prey.

Yushin's face hardened, and he released his grip on your hand. "Go and evacuate the civilians," he ordered.

"But--"

"Go!" His demand left no room for questions. You grit your teeth but heed his command. A clash between the two would devastate much of the territory and any souls unlucky enough to be nearby. Civilians had to vacate the premises no matter what.

One flick of your wrist, and you shot into the sky. "By order of the Elder, Yushin, all civilians evacuate your homes and seek shelter far from the east outskirts." Your voice ripped through the territory as you used your gift to manipulate the sound waves. "Bring what you need only."

Confusion filled the streets as people rushed to vacate their homes. It was utter chaos. There was no choice but to intervene and provide assistance. You wanted to go back and help Yushin, but he could hold his own… hopefully.

Pushing the doubt out of your head, you swooped down in time to stop a man from accidentally trampling a child. The sight of Yushin's advisor helped the crowd settle down. Good. That made it easier to give instructions. Once that was settled, you moved on to a different area that needed assistance. After repeating this process several times, you came across Ellis and the other villagers trying to evacuate.

Using your gift, you brought Ellis toward you to explain the situation. His face looked grim as he processed the information given. It'd been years since the village moved to settle in Yerim. Should anything happen to Yushin, there was no guarantee that the new ruler would be as good as him.

"There isn't much we can do in this situation," Ellis concluded. "If that swordsman is as strong as he seemed, we won't be able to help in any way. For now, let's focus on the evacuation. Once everyone is safe, he won't have to worry about going all out."

You nodded and directed your focus back to the people below. Children were crying, and adults were screaming. The sight burned into your eyes and strengthened your will to protect everyone.

"Let's go."

Even with your gift and the assistance of others, setting up accommodations was a challenge. Making sure they had food was also demanding, but preparations you'd made beforehand in case of an emergency made things easier. Overall, it took five days to complete. And each of those days, you worried about Yushin's health. The only thing that reassured you was the tumultuous noises from the battle.

Ellis caught you staring in the direction of the battle the morning after everything was complete. He knew you wanted to be there but were held back by your responsibility of caring for the civilians.

"Go to him. I'll take care of everything. Don't feel burdened for once. All that I ask is that you stay safe… please."

You found yourself choking back tears again as you spoke. "There's a vault that contains my assets. Should anything go wrong, you should be able to access it. Thank you for everything, Ellis. You're the greatest friend I could ask for."

With those words and a hug, you steeled your heart and flicked your wrist to activate your gift. The wind slashed at your face as you pushed yourself to fly faster than ever. Every second felt like an eternity. Every small period of silence gave rise to anxiety. Your heart fought to escape your chest.

Finally, you arrived. Relief filled your body when you saw a figure in brown dart across the snow. Yushin was alive. Alarm slowly replaced your temporary solace when you noticed Yushin no longer had his dual swords. Instead, he was wielding his Elder Star. Just how strong was the white-haired man to force Yushin into this position? Your question was soon answered when you saw the two cross blades. The challenger was insanely powerful.

There was no place for you in this battle. Trying to intervene would only result in death. So you watched and prayed to whatever universal power might exist--hoping they would smile upon the man you loved and grant him victory.

On the seventh day of the vicious fight, when the sun was at its peak, your heart sank to the bottom of your feet. Yushin's blood painted the snow as he knelt supported by his sword. Assured of his imminent victory, the white-haired man walked over slowly, preparing to land the final blow.

Time slowed down to a crawl. Yushin was going to die. No. No, no, no. Over your cold, dead body.

Using your gift, you surpassed any speed you'd previously reached. With the sword Yushin bestowed upon you, you swung upwards with all your might. The impact rang through your body, but you stood firm until the assailant relented.

"So your loyal little lapdog has finally revealed itself, Yushin." The condescending tone of the swordsman irked you. It also irritated Yushin, who growled at the way he insulted you. "Tell them to step aside, or they shall perish, too."

"I will not stand down. If you want my lord's head, mine must roll on the ground first."

"So be it."

Your life flashed before your eyes as the man swung with the intent to sever your head. Every happy memory with the villagers, Ellis, and Yushin gave you the resilience to ignore the scream of your body as it surpassed its limits. Just as your swords were about to clash, Yushin's voice rang through the clearing. The descending blade stopped millimeters from yours.

"You want my Elder Star, correct? Then take it. Don't touch (Y/N)."

The sword was thrown at the feet of the challenger, who seemed to contemplate the deal. That moment of hesitation was all you needed to flick your wrist and escape into the forest with Yushin in tow.

Hours passed as you hurled through the thick snow-covered trees. Only then did you feel secure enough to stop at a stream and rest your body. Sweat dripped down your forehead and into your eyes. Your chest felt like it was filled with burning coal. And to top it off, blood poured out of your nose from overexertion of your gift.

Yushin was placed on a tree he could lean on. Blood stained his clothing from wounds he'd sustained during battle. Noticing this, you ripped strips of cloth from your garments and attempted to bandage his injuries. All of this was done in silence. Only nature dared to make noise in the solemn aftermath of the battle.

Soon, you joined Yushin in leaning on the tree. Exhaustion was about to take over, but the wounded man beside you spoke.

"Why, (Y/N)? You could have lived a happy life with your people had you not interfered. You should have left me to die."

That certainly woke you up.

"Left you to die?" you sputtered. "How could you even suggest that? In what world would I have been able to live a happy life in which you died? I'd have spent every day regretting that decision."

"And why is that?"

"Because I love you," you exploded. The echo of your words hung in the air like drifting snow. Yushin looked at you in surprise. You loved him. You sincerely loved him.

Using what little strength he had in his body, Yushin cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. His hair tickled your nose, and his mouth tasted of blood, but you could've lived in that moment for eternity.

"Will you stay by my side, my loyal advisor?"

You pecked his lips softly and replied, "Through every trial, I'll be there. For every mistake, I'll have a solution. I'll stay with you forever, Yushin."

"And I shall do the same for you."

There, a promise was made that could not be broken by sword or time. The two would be together evermore.

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Like Engen being a vampire/dhampir, Chaos being a dokkaebi, Ihwa being a witch, undine Bishop, etc.

Just a lil something to spice up the month if need be.

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Bishop (Padrius Encilion) Headcanons: Domestic Bliss

Padrius has already admitted that he can no longer view the world through the eyes of ordinary human beings. That doesn’t mean he can’t feel like one, though. There’s no Hero Clan bureaucracy or talk of power struggles with you. Instead, there are stolen kisses and sweet gestures. Days like this, where he wakes up to your smile and the smell of freshly brewed tea, may not last, but as Padrius rests his head on your lap, he vows to protect these moments.