#❝ that's the trouble with vampires‚ you know ? ❞「 main verse 」

[troublewithvampires]

@oceanoecielo said: 💗 //wight on his wittle nosey wosey :3

(smooch his scars - open)

Salvatore has been lost in the science textbook open on the table before him for nearly ten minutes now, devouring every word on the page with a voraciousness he hasn't felt in a long time. Even if half the words on the page are nonsense to him, he doesn't mind the challenge in the slightest, a small, toothy smile spread across his face as he digs in.

It's incredible how much more the world has learned about space and the stars since he was thrown in a hole--every day he learns something new, and it's fucking amazing. There's just so much to learn, and he's more than happy to devour every morsel of knowledge that comes his way.

As absorbed in his reading as he is, Salvatore almost misses when Simon sits down across from him. Almost. As it stands, though, he nods in acknowledgment to the older man and offers him a brief smile before turning back to his book.

After a moment, Salvatore looks up at Simon, excited little grin still in place as he gestures with one clawed finger to the textbook before him.

"Have you seen some of the pictures that Hubble telescope shit got?" he asks. "Shit's fuckin' amazing. There's so much out there that most of us wouldn't ever get to see otherwise, and then this fuckin' telescope that some eggheads threw into space can take pictures and show 'em to us anyway." The awe in his voice is palpable as he looks down at the page again.

In the lull between his delighted ramblings, Salvatore doesn't notice Simon leaning forward until a few seconds too late, when he feels a pair of soft lips brush against the scars on his nose. Immediately, he's startled out of the haze of new information and looks up at the old man with wide eyes, his ears pinning back.

"Wh-" he splutters like an idiot. "What the fuck was that for?" Perhaps he should be upset by the sudden unprompted affection, but he's more just surprised than anything. All things considered, it wasn't unpleasant, but it was shocking nonetheless. "Jesus, you old fuck, haven't you learned about personal space by now?" The words have no real bite to them, no heat, as Salvatore struggles to school his expression into something more angry. It doesn't work.

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@rejectshumanity continued from here: [x]

Salvatore internally curses the height difference between himself and Dio as he pins the taller vampire to the wall. He's under no illusions that Dio is actually restrained right now, that the only reason he's able to pin him is because Dio is allowing it, and the thought pisses Salvatore off further.

"You never do shut your fuckin' trap, do ya'?" he snarls, willing himself not to rise to the bait. Dio's sultry words and the low purr that escapes him will not make Salvatore falter, not this time. "Talkin', talkin', talkin', that's all you fuckin' do.

"What do I gotta do to shut you up?" Salvatore sneers, baring his own teeth up at Dio. "Just for five fuckin' minutes." As he speaks, he unconsciously glances down at Dio's lips, at the smug, toothy grin directed at him.

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

TransRightsReadathon Sales & Freebies!

I will be collecting books that are reduced or made available for free by authors for the TransRightsReadathon here. Feel free to share any that you know of that I might have missed:

Queeird: A Collection of Unusual Trans Masculine Erotica edited by Max Turner | ebook 2,80 £, paperback 6,30 £

Androids and aliens, werewolves and vampires, furries and… tentacles? This is a collection of unusual, and at times monstrous, erotica featuring trans masculine characters. From the ridiculous to the romantic, expect kinks, quirks and tropes. All the stories feature trans masculine main characters, with a variety of cis, trans female, trans male and non-binary lovers.

Deck the Holes by WrenVLothaire | ebook 0.50$

It’s Yule, a celebration Aloysius is well versed in but never has the time of year been his favorite. But with Malachai, a partner with whom he’s come to love and cherish, this holiday may not be as somber as it’s always been. This time he has a surprise in store. Let’s just hope the owner of the home approves of the decorations. t4t, trans man MC

Tales of Genesis I-III by H.S. Wolfe | ebook free, (the book one that these short stories are based on costs 1.99$)

Out of the Rain by TinyLesbianRobot | ebook 0.50$

Echo interrupts a lazy morning with a strange request of Ender. The first in a series of shorts set in the Genesis universe and can be read as a stand alone without having read In The Garden Of Echo t4t, trans man MC & trans woman MC

The weather has taken a turn, forcing Flax and Lost to rush for shelter.  But now that they've found a place to dry off, Lost's drenched clothes are clinging to her, and Flax is finding it difficult to keep from staring... This story is a non-canon short set in the world of my novel 'Messenger': just under ten thousand words of warm, fluffy, robot-on-angel-on-human smut, a cozy and affectionate scene between women who love each other a whole lot. transfemme MC

Rien Gray's Trans Rights Readathon Sale | ebooks 60% off, $6.00 for 2 books

Follow a fellowship of sapphic knights as they’re seduced by witches, queens, goddesses—and each other—in a dark, lush fantasy inspired by Arthurian legend. genderfluid butch MC, agender MC

Valerin the Fair by Rien Gray | ebook free (+ other free sapphic books)

genderfluid butch MC

Our Monsters by Jemma Topaz | ebook 69% off, $1,23

Rosemary Dulahan, answering a strange job posting, arrives in Monstertown – a place inhabited by magical beings from another world. Navigating the politics of sphinxes, lamias, and secrets, she must learn how to get along with her non-human coworkers and maybe romance a few monster girls along the way. There's nothing she wants less than getting caught up in a murder mystery troubling all of Monstertown… but the mystery doesn't care what she wants, and she's about to discover the darker side of her new world. trans woman MC

A.A. Fairviews TransRightsReadathon Bundle | ebook free

In celebration of the second TransRightsReathon you can grab A Doctor's Touch and Peaceful in the Dark for free.  Following a trans masc vampire and queer werewolf- these stories are as sweet as they are sensual.  transmasc MC

Bury your Gays & Bound in Flesh | ebook free

Anthology of tragic queer horror & anthology of trans body horror by ghoulish books

The Fealty of Monsters by Ladz | ebook free

Winter 1917. After years on the run from a dangerous cult, twenty-three-year-old Sasza and his father have established themselves among the Odonic Empire’s ruling class. But there’s a problem: Sasza is a vampire, and vampires aren’t supposed to get involved in human governance. What the aristocracy doesn’t know, after all, cannot hurt them. Unfortunately, Sasza is far more involved than a stealth vampire should be. Not only does he work to quell the rumors of the vampires’ responsibility for an unsolved massacre, his lover is also the pro-proletariat Ilya, the Empire’s Finance Minister, who tries to recruit Sasza into the same cult hunting him. Then—the Emperor declares war against the Vampire States. Diplomacy has failed. Sasza quickly learns that he will do anything to preserve peace–including giving in to the monstrosity he spent so many years concealing from even himself. nonbinary MC

Trans Readathon by Wicked Witch Writes | ebook 50% off, $5

Your Body is Not Your Body anthology | ebook $1,99

A centaur seeks illicit surgery in an alien bodily modification club. Two medieval monks react to their transformation and demonic pregnancy in very different ways. A resourceful trans teen destroys sports bigots through the power of pluckiness...and abundant body horror. A stellar cathedral crosses galaxies to dump the corpse of God into a star before the mission devolves into a panoply of psychedelic orgies. A doxxed teen falls victim to violent assault and dishes out some harrowing retribution of their own. Over thirty Trans and Gender Nonconforming creators unite to voice their rage, and the rules of conventional Horror go out the f$%&ing window in this collection featuring murderous pleasure-bots; proselytizing zombies; acid-filled alien cops; science run amok; sorcerers, ghouls, cannibals...and that barely scratches the grave-dirt.

Blood from Stone by Bellamy Scott | ebook PWYW

Hitting a deer while driving a country road is unfortunate, but common enough that no one expects it to re-order the fabric of reality as they know it. For Sam, a rogue stag on a summer night takes his husband, his life, and his name in a single blow. As months of grief pass, he things he's begun to get used to his new reality, until an encounter with a childhood friend changes it all over again. BLOOD FROM STONE is a story of an old lady doing good deeds for bloody boys on the side of the road, of poisoned wine, and of a trans man Becoming Real.

Becoming Light by Riley Nash | ebook free

When people meet me, they see a bright faced, happy-go-lucky kindergarten teacher who will do anything to support his friends. Not everyone knows the struggle I’ve faced to become the man I am today.  Now it’s finally time for the gender-affirming surgery I’ve been dreaming of for years. But when an emergency leaves me without a caretaker, the only person who can take me in is my best friend’s aloof, reclusive, and incredibly sexy dad. The one who has no bedside manner and struggles to communicate. The one I’ve had a crush on for years. The deeper we see into each other’s worlds, the stronger the attraction gets. I’m not sure either of us can make it through the next four days without giving in. Trans man MC

​TransRightsReadathon Sale by Matthew Zakharuk | ebook 50% off, $2.50

a story of trans transhumanism + a dystopian gothic

[samseaaa]

Welcome to my Blog! | Masterlist

My name's Sam! I love writing x reader fanfiction that's dictated entirely by the whims of my hyperfixation status :)

I don't post my fanfics on tumblr, but I do post quotes, excerpts, oneshots and art for them! This here is the masterlist for allo that.

If you want to read my full works, you can find them linked below. A forewarning - they are long.

The Butterfly Effect

Ninjago | Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitement in their written words. Meeting Lloyd Garmadon changed her plans. Suddenly, Y/n is living a life she'd only read about; summer romances and cotton candy dates. Perhaps this was a new normal she could get used to. But she's been fated - prophesied - to be with the Green Ninja. And where there's a green ninja, trouble usually follows.

Quotes

Beautiful Painting

Excerpts

The Plaster

Oneshots

Art

Desiderium

Spider-Verse | Miguel O'Hara x Reader

No, I know Miguel. I married a man I can confidently recite the biblical history thereof. I know every crevice of his smile lines and the innermost dramas of Alchemax's workplace. I know the secret handshake he shares with our daughter, know the way he hums when he cooks, know the way he kisses me when he gets home from work. I know Miguel, I do. I know him. But this is not Miguel. In which Y/n O'Hara has to come to terms with the fact that her husband died doing a job she didn't know about and is replaced by a starry-eyed alternate version of him from another reality. Oh, and this version's a vampire, too.

Quotes

Excerpts

Oneshots

Art

Arson Is My Middle Name

Five Nights at Freddy's | Michael Afton x Reader

"Michael?" I whispered. Freddy leant into my palm. His lidded eyes had never looked so sad. When Y/n stumbles across a job opening for the Glamrock's manager at the infamous Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and is inexplicably drawn there, the last thing she expected was an offer. Even less expected was her saying yes. Being the manager of an animatronic band at an entertainment complex comes with its own ups and downs, but the job is relatively entertaining, especially when Y/n starts to make some friends with members of the band and their handlers. But things take a turn when the main star animatronic, Freddy Fazbear, starts to act a little weird around her. And what's a girl to do about the painful memories of her old lover, Michael, that are resurfacing?

Quotes

Excerpts

Oneshots

Art

[ibit3u]

“What the fuck do you want?”

- Modern Vampire OC RP and ask blog

- Main verse: The Boys

- Canon and OC friendly

- NSFW content will be present

- Mun/Muse are 18+

- 10+ years of writing experience

Background

Skylar Rain is a young vampire at only 101 years old. He has no idea who his maker is. He was bitten and left for dead, though he survived his change and was forced to learn the vampire life on his own. His inexperience and loss of control to bloodlust caused him to kill his family. Both parents and his two younger siblings. He has tried on numerous occasions to end his existence, but to no avail.

Because of this incident, the only way to cope with the pain was to distance himself from everything and everyone. He has become a cold and somewhat heartless being, the lone wolf type who doesn’t like many people and who is very closed off until he gets to know someone. Only then do people learn that he’s actually deeply caring. Too caring.

He can be very cruel and menacing. He definitely has a temper and little patience. He prefers chaos over order. Though on extremely rare occasions he can be very playful and sweet if he’s around those he cares about or is friendly with. He will most definitely cause trouble regardless as he is a total brat.

Powers

- Super strength

- Super speed and agility

- Thrall (over weak minds only)

- Can be in sunlight though this drains his energy quicker causing him the need to feed more often

Skills

Given his long life, Skylar has taught himself many things. He can play a vast array of instruments as well as sing, he is fluent in German, French and Spanish. He can drive, though he prefers his motorcycle if he’s not free running between buildings. He has incredible knowledge of technology and is able to hack into most things. He is also quite the artist, though no one has seen his work. No one still alive, that is.

Faceclaim: Bill Kaulitz

[pennywaltzy]

She Has Nice Silk Knickers, Too

So this is an old songfic I wrote for the Buffyverse fandom challenge group "You Got The Stones?" for our main mod Collie. All I did to it was reformat it for AO3, but I hope you all enjoy some drunken Spike!

She Has Nice Silk Knickers, Too - Spike decides Tom Petty should rot in hell.

READ @ AO3

May Tom Petty rot in hell. How'd he get so filthy stinking famous by writing songs like...well, like this? Take a listen, mate. I mean, who'd pay money to listen to dribble like this?

Oh, we got another one, just like the other ones Another bad ass, another trouble-maker I'm scared, ain't you boys scared?

Not a bad beginning, right? Simple little ditty, there's another bad ass in town, la-di-bloody-da. I know what you're thinking; sounds a bit like me when I arrived in this little hellhole, Sunnyhell, home of the Hellmouth. But you know what? I was the bad ass, the trouble maker. And then Angelus had to take over the poofsters body and my life went straight down to the brink of hell. Making that deal with the Slayer didn't help much, either.

No, wait...listen to this next verse.

I wonder if he's gonna show us what bad is? Boys, we got a man with a dog collar on You think we oughta throw ol' Spike a bone?

See? See? Now you're gonna say this is all true, that this is what the Slayer does to Spikey here. Well, bugger off. I'm not a man with a dog collar on unless I decide to put one on and go to one of those S & M places or something or other.

Anyway, she thinks I'm just a neutered little puppy. The big bad Slayer doesn't think I have any stones, and that she has to throw me a bone. Oh, look...made a rhyme.

Here's another misfit, another Jimmy Dean Bet he's got a motorbike, What'a y'all think?

Bloody hell, no, I don't have a motorbike! I have a De Soto. You've seen it...blacked out windows, filled with alcohol bottles, keeps getting dented from running into that blasted welcome sign. Why won't they just learn to take that hideous thing down?

And I'm not a misfit, not anymore than that Slayer. She isn't like the Chinese bird I got in the Boxer Rebellion, or that afro'ed freak I got back in the 70's or 80's. She thought I was a Billy Idol worshiping freak, that bloody...bloody...

But this Slayer. She has family. She has friends. She has nice silk knickers, too.

Bet if we be good we'll get a ride on it If he ain't too mad about the future --

What do you mean, how do I know she's got silk knickers? I've stolen a pair or two. Tracking her scent and all that. Not a better scent to track than the one from that region, know what I mean? Course not, you're not a vampire. It's the primalest of scent. Well, now primalest is a word, mate. Cuz I said so. Anyway, it's the primalest of scents. You can use all the deodorant in the world and drown yourself under a hundred bloody showers but when a woman gets aroused...easiest scent in the world to attract.

Maybe we oughta help him see The future ain't what it used to be

Attract our kind, mate. And her scent's different from the others.

Of course the underwear's not clean! Well, some of it, anyway. Think she'll always smell like Mountain Fresh Tide with a bit of Downy Fabric Softener and a Bounce Gentle Breeze dryer sheet thrown into the mix?

Yeah, I have more of it at home. and you can't have any. It's mine. So there.

Well, she's my Slayer, my mortal enemy, and I don't feel like sharing.

Hey Spike what do you like? Hey Spike what do you like?

I am not nursing an affection for the Slayer! She kills my kind, she dated Mr. Cardboard who helped do this chip job to me, she wouldn't have me get it out cuz she knows the first thing I'd do is go after her with a railroad spike and some rope and...

Hey, Willie. Can I get some more O Neg with another shot of tequila? Yeah...want to be nice and drunk when I go back to Harmony, that airheaded git. That way I won't remember anything.

Hey Spike what do you like? Hey Spike, you're scarin' my wife Please Spike, tell us 'bout life?

As I said before, I think Tom Petty should rot in hell, the filthy wanker. Why's he so popular, anyway?

[tvrningout]

please meet ciaran bravewood sato <3 this delves into everything you need to know concerning his main verse set in dorverold. everything pretty much transfers over to a modern verse, though. the main differences are ciaran lives with kaiya and helps her around the raven. also be warned -- this is a lil long!

born to an elven mother and a human father, ciaran's conception was not met with approval. his mother's clan believed humans to be a poison on the land, yet they did not throw his parents out; his mother was a much-needed healer, a gentle woman beloved despite her choice in spouse. even so, ciaran grew up feeling as though he could never try hard enough, never be enough for his elders. they assumed he would be just like his father.

ciaran didn't see why that was a bad thing. his father was a really cool guy, he thought.

when sickness befell the clan one year, claiming lives, they were quick to blame ciaran's family and quick to force them from the village. without many other options, they headed for the grand city where ciaran's father had family.

they never quite made it. the grand city loomed in the distance, just a few miles away when vampires attacked ciaran's family. his parents were slaughtered, sucked dry before him, and he knew he would die, too. still, the child thrashed; still, the child raged; he knew he would die, but still, he promised the vampires death.

eyda heard his promise, felt his rage, and seeing an opportunity, came to ciaran's aid. time appeared to stop as an intangible voice offered the child the power to survive in exchange for his body upon his death. ciaran accepted.

the child made good on his promise. the vampires' bodies turned to ash as the sun rose, and ciaran sat with his parents until a kind, travelling merchant happened upon him. after burying his parents, the man took him the rest of the way to the grand city where ciaran would find himself lost in a crowd of people. overwhelmed and on the verge of breaking down in the street, he climbed over a wall and into a garden.

it was quiet and smelled of jasmine -- his mother's favorite.

kaiya found him crying on a bench, all bloody and covered in dirt, and the rest is history :' ) she took him in with the original intention of helping find his father's family, but when they were met with a dead end, kaiya more or less adopted ciaran.

he never told her what happened to him, nor has he ever told cyrillo. he doesn't want them to feel guilty when they had no part in his parents' deaths; he doesn't want them to worry that he feels anything other than love for them.

at 19, ciaran acts as an errand boy for kaiya and cyrillo as well as the occasional guard. they still tend to treat him like a kid, but they are well aware of the magic he wields and the destruction he is capable of. he's been honest about the deal he made and how he isn't sure who it was that spoke to him, but even with his guardians' extensive knowledge, they aren't sure, either. they currently seek a way to free ciaran from the deal he made as a child.

with the traitor king edmund's rise to power, both kaiya and cyrillo were adamant about ciaran staying in the grand city and away from harm, and ofc!! he didn't listen. he followed after kaiya, got himself into heaps of trouble, and now he's been tasked to help in the kitchens as punishment. no training with the soldiers of the free army.

they said nothing of training with sunna's chosen : )

[deakyjoe]

About Me:

Name: EJ

Age: 19 (painfully gen z)

Pronouns: she/her

Location: UK (Bri’ish innit)

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Occupation: student, studying for BA in film studies (1st year)

MBTI: INTJ (architect)

Likes: reading, writing, watching stuff, Marvel (especially Spider-Man), Star Wars (especially The Mandalorian), horror (especially Saw), music, musicals (especially Beetlejuice)

Current main interests (constantly changing): Pedro Pascal (+ filmography), Leigh Whannell (+ filmography), Saw, The Mandalorian, The Last of Us, Call of Duty, Heath Ledger (always), Star Wars

Current read: Haunting Adeline by H. D. Carlton (ebook), Ghost Radio by Leopoldo Gout (audiobook)

Current watch: The Mandalorian (weekly), Beyond Paradise (weekly), Narcos, Young Dracula (rewatch), Louis Theroux Documentaries, 911: Lone Star (weekly), Gogglebox (weekly)

Favourite films: Tangled, 10 Things I Hate About You, Jaws, Saw, Jurassic Park, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, Get Out, Top Gun, Prospect, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Brokeback Mountain, A Knight’s Tale, Knight & Day, The Social Network, Bohemian Rhapsody, The Princess Bride, American Psycho, Clueless, Legally Blonde, Jennifer’s Body, Some Like It Hot, Little Miss Sunshine, The Martian, Final Destination, The Batman, Heathers, Mamma Mia

Favourite shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Mandalorian, Friends, Criminal Minds, Sex Education, Stranger Things, The Big Bang Theory, Ghosts, Doctor Who, Merlin, Fleabag, Miranda, 911, 911: Lone Star, I Am Not Okay With This, Bones, The Mentalist, Death in Paradise, Narcos

Favourite actors (changes regularly): Pedro Pascal, Paul Dano, Heath Ledger, Leigh Whannell, Nicolas Cage, Jake Gyllenhaal, Viola Davis, Keke Palmer, Lupita Nyong’o, Lucy Liu, Gemma Chan, Joe Mazzello, Rami Malek, Stanley Tucci, Samuel L. Jackson, Willem Dafoe, Keanu Reeves, Queen Latifah, Angela Bassett, Jane Lynch, Tracie Thoms

Favourite YouTube channels (a lot of movie commentators): Aaron and Jo, Dylan Is In Trouble, MacDoesIt, Pretty Much It, Trin Lovell

Favourite music artists: Mook, Queen, ABBA, Olly Murs, P!nk, The Beach Boys, Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons, Elvis Presley

Favourite books: Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco, Forget Me Not by Karissa Kinword, The Martian by Andy Weir, From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata, The Mindf*ck Series by S. T. Abby, Abandon by Meg Cabot, Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman, If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab, Once Upon a Broken Heart by Stephanie Garber, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

This is just some generic information about me. Always feel free to ask questions if you want to know more :)

Uhhhh what else do you want to know?

[woednesdayaddams]

 ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️verses  explained  in  a  nutshell

MAIN

set  in  all  addams  canon  content  locations,  meaning  it  includes  the  real  world  and  the  existence  of  jericho  and  nevermore

wednesday  remains  the  deadpan,  straight-forward,  sadistic  and  sadomasochist  goth  babe  you  know.  the  interpretation,  however,  gathers  all  canon  resources,  including  the  comics  in  which  wednesday  wears  colours  without  her  skin  breaking  into  hives.

STRANGER  THINGS

set  in  the  stranger  things  universe,  compliant  with  the  main  verse,  in  the  fact  that  the  addamses  move  towns  and  they  end  up  in  hawkins.

wednesday  remains  the  same,  she  still  has  her  psychic  abilities  although  they  don't  come  up  as  often.  instead,  she  does  dabble  in  magic,  particularly  black  magic.  she's  an  outcast  but  above  all,  she's  looking  for  trouble  just  as  trouble  is  looking  for  her.

this  being  said,  expect  wednesday  to  drag  your  muse  in  a  ton  of  shit.  whether  they  end  up  in  the  hawkins  laboratory  and  get  caught  or  they  end  up  in  jail.  the  addamses  will  bail  them  out,  no  worries.

HARRY  POTTER

set  in  the  harry  potter  universe,  both  marauders  era  and  the  golden  trio  era.  using  the  time  travel  device  she  can  travel  in  the  past  or  future  to  interact  with  muses  from  any  specific  era,  but  she  will  come  from  either  the  marauders  era  or  the  golden  trio  era.

wednesday's  a  halfblood  –  her  father's  a  muggle  and  her  mother's  a  brilliant  witch.  the  sorting  hat  puts  her  in  slytherin  because  of  her  pride,  self-respect,  resourcefulness  and  determination.  there  wasn't  a  single  doubt  as  the  hat  was  placed  on  her  head  in  her  first  year.

wednesday  isn't  a  villain  and  she  will  fight  only  for  what  she  wants  to.  meaning  she  wouldn't  participate  in  any  war  whatsoever  unless  someone  was  unjustifiably  harmed.  that  being  said,  she  would  kill  and  protect  anyone  she  deems  either  amoral  or,  on  the  contrary,  moral.

FANTASY

set  in  an  unnamed  fantasy  land,  does  apply  to  most  if  not  all  fantasy  multiverses  (game  of  thrones,  the  witcher,  elden  ring  etc.)  and  dungeons  and  dragons  storylines.  wednesday  is  by  default  30+  and  her  storyline  will  be  connected  with  the  other  muses  (@/prettybrawler's  caedmon  ;  @/kinghaargrove's  william  ;  @/eddie's  edward  ;  @/wheelrisms's  annette  ;  @/bbysttr's  stephan)

wednesday  has  inherited  visions  from  her  mother  and  she  is  an  oracle.  however,  she  is  possessed  by  an  unknown  spirit,  possibly  a  demon  (we  will  never  know…  or  do  we?),  so  expect  the  demon  to  slip  by  every  now  and  then.

the  spirit  is  a  trickster  and  will  try  to  mess  with  both  wednesday  and  your  muse.  this  is  supposed  to  make  the  interactions  interesting,  not  knowing  what  to  expect  next.  for  context,  think  of  this  spirit  as  the  symbiote  venom,  only  that  it's  less  funny  and  can  only  use  wednesday's  body  as  a  vessel.

THE  VAMPIRE  DIARIES

set  in  the  vampire  diaries  universe,  including  the  sequels  the  originals  and  legacies,  wednesday  is  born  and  raised  in  mystic  falls.  the  addamses  settled  in  around  the  same  time  mystic  falls  was  founded  (1800's).

the  addamses  are  considered  wizards  and  witches,  although  the  truth  is,  they  are  just  different.  meanwhile  it  is  interesting  to  delve  into  the  magical  potential  everyone  has  with  the  help  of  a  grimoire,  they  do  not  have  any  special  abilities.

wednesday  is,  therefore,  human.  she  does  like  to  mess  up  with  others  and  pretend  she'd  curse  people,  but  she  doesn't.  unless  someone  turns  her  into  a  vampire  /  werewolf  /  hybrid,  she's  a  mere,  sad  little  mortal.  she  does  know  how  to  fight,  but  she  doesn't  stand  a  chance  against,  let's  be  real,  99.9%  of  mystic  fall's  population  (meaning  only  matt  donovan  lmao)

SCREAM

set  in  the  scream  universe,  in  all  movie  settings,  the  addamses  are  your  friendly  neighbourhood  goths

one  branch  coming  from  the  main  verse,  in  which  the  addams  are  living  in  woodsboro.  keep  in  mind  that,  meanwhile  the  addamses  don't  have  any  magical  powers,  they  are…  not  innocent  by  far.  in  this  verse,  expect  to  see  the  murderous  tendencies  passing  down  from  generation  to  generation.

wednesday  is  just  like  any  other  young  adult,  only  that  she  supports  murder.  think  of  this  verse  wednesday  somewhat  as  what  morticia  could've  been  in  her  macabre  youth.  but  make  it  10x  worse  and  gore.

this  verse  will  contain  heavy  topics  such  as:  murders  mentions  and  depictions,  blood  minor  and  gore  depictions,  religious  cults  that  existed  in  real  life,  mentions  and  use  of  weapons.  this  verse  is  darker  than  the  others  and  wednesday  is  ultimately  a  villain  /  the  antagonist.

psa:  i  obviously  don't  condone  such  actions  nor  am  i  writing  this  out  of  pleasure.  i  did  however  study  deviance  and  criminality,  i  read  books  that  contain  actual  forensic  data  from  real  life  crimes  and  the  psychology  behind  a  criminal  is  something  i  would  like  to  explore  with  wednesday.  as  someone  who  wants  to  work  in  this  field  at  some  point,  i  feel  like  this  kind  of  portrayal  is  harmless  when  written  but  horrifying  to  put  into  action.  knowledge  does  not  equal  action,  so  all  actions  performed  by  wednesday  are  fictive.

DETECTIVE  AU

a  branch  from  the  main  verse,  in  which  wednesday  becomes  a  crime  detective  after  graduation.  she  doesn't  plan  on  working  for  the  state,  however  she  takes  the  matters  into  her  own  hands  and  she  has  become  a  private  investigator  focusing  on  crimes.

an  important  note  of  my  portrayal  is  that  wednesday  addams'  sole  purpose  is  to  go  against  the  system  that  has  failed  her  and  her  family;  therefore  she  detests  the  state,  the  government  and  would  rather  do  things  her  own  way.  that  was  the  whole  point  of  the  addams  family,  they  are  peculiar  and  are  treated  unfairly  by  society  –  even  if  they  mean  no  harm.

wednesday  can  get  tangled  up  in  any  kind  of  business  –  from  murders  to  theft  to  heists  to  supernatural  stuff.  she  doesn't  have  any  magical  powers  besides  her  intuition  which  was  hardly  laboured  throughout  her  life.  that  doesn't  mean  she  cannot  choose  the  wrong  thing,  she  will  make  lots  of  mistakes  and  others  will  suffer  from  it.

FEAR  STREET

set  in  the  fear  street  universe,  the  addamses  were  among  the  first  settlers  around  the  1600's.  they  were  considered  peculiar,  possible  practitioners  of  black  magic,  but  they  did  prove  to  be  helpful  in  their  community.

it's  unknown  whether  or  not  goody  addams  ever  met  solomon  goode,  however  she  did  lose  herself  in  the  magic.  this  verse  will  contain  topics  of  witchcraft  as  heard  in  the  eastern  european  rural  parts.  one  of  the  main  warnings  is  that,  when  someone  uses  magic  for  too  much,  even  if  it's  something  that  could  be  regarded  as  harmless,  it  can  taint  the  human  soul.  all  informations  about  witchcraft  in  all  my  verses,  but  particularly  this  one,  will  be  depicted  from  stories  or  experiences  i've  had  with  the  rroma  community  that  practises  magic.  i  am  aware  it  can  be  harmful  to  portray  rromani  heritage  in  this  matter,  but  where  i  come  from,  they  take  pride  in  what  they  can  do.  do  not  confuse  this  kind  of  magic  as  something  from  harry  potter,  curses  are  not  abracadabra  and  the  healing  spells  contain  religious  themes.

wednesday  and  pugsley  do  attend  the  camp  in  1976.  they  do  escape  the  gruesome  murders  not  because  they  were  lucky  enough  to  get  on  that  bus,  but  because  they  have  found  a  way  to  make  a  run  from  it  and  defy  what  their  parents  wanted.  this  is  considered  as  misfortune,  wednesday  believing  she  should've  been  there  (she  wouldn't  have  survived).

the  addamses  live  in  shadyside,  but  they  are  lucky  enough  not  to  have  inherited  money  from  their  ancestors,  unlike  the  other  shadysiders,  who  have  to  work  hard

once  again,  this  verse  is  heavily  influenced  by  societal  differences,  which  wednesday  doesn't  agree  with  one  bit.  for  the  sunnyvalers,  expect  a  very  judgemental  wednesday  in  all  interactions

UNHINGED  AU

this  is  one  true  alternative  universe,  something  i  have  thought  about  for  some  time.  in  this  verse,  wednesday  addams  has  a  different  take.  by  this  i  mean  that  she  dresses  up  normally  and  she's  a  very  bubbly  character  (how  do  you  even  write  'she  smiles'  ,  'she  laughs'  etc.???).  however  the  dark  subjects  still  apply!  wednesday  addams  may  look  like  any  other  young  woman  out  there,  but  she  does  talk  about  heavy  topics,  only  that  she  doesn't  take  them  seriously.

this  verse  is  probably  the  most  dangerous  wednesday  can  get,  after  the  scream  verse.  since  she  doesn't  acknowledge  the  severity  of  crimes,  she  doesn't  think  twice  about  doing  something  she  shouldn't.  despite  her  appearance,  she  is  chaotically  evil.

think  about  this  verse  as  barbie  goes  rogue  but  she  keeps  the  barbie  appearance.

this  is  all  i've  got  for  now,  more  will  be  added  on  google  sites  once  i  figure  out  through  threads  how  wednesday  is.

[gas-stxtion]

@sliding-into-space said: The doors to the gas station open and a young boy in a red hoodie calmly walks in and disappears down one of the aisles. About two minutes later he appears with a green slushie the color of radioactive slime and a huge armload of snacks that he dumps on the counter. "I've never seen a place with so many rare snack foods." He grins up at the worker, his face now clearly giving away his robotic nature. "You got a favorite?" He asked, rocking on his feet as he looked around, his eyes letting out a soft glow of light.

(to Jack in Main verse!! HAVE A BORG CHILD ON A SNACK RUN >:) )

It’s around the middle of the afternoon, about halfway through Jack’s shift, and today has been going pretty well, at least for the most part. He’s had a few rude customers, but no one’s raised their voice and no one’s pulled a weapon on him, so he is tentatively counting today as a success, all things considered.

The only real damper on his mood so far is the fact that the new part-timer, a nervous girl named Allison, hasn’t come in to work today. It’s not anything unusual, all things considered, but Jack isn’t exactly looking forward to taking over the rest of her shift until Jerry can come in this evening. Maybe he’ll try to call her later, make sure she’s okay.

By the time the boy comes in, a little after 3:45, Jack has settled in to read the new book he picked up the other day (a riveting post-apocalyptic thriller about a vampire hunter). He hasn’t had a customer in a little over an hour, and he’s already cleaned and straightened up the store as much as he can right now. Right now, he’s mainly focused on keeping himself entertained.

Eventually, the door chimes to announce the arrival of a new customer, and Jack lifts his head to greet them. Then, he pauses, blinking in surprise, as a young boy in a red hoodie calmly walks inside.

Even at a glance as he watches the boy walk down the aisles, there’s something clearly not human about him. He can’t tell what it is right away, but the boy isn’t making any effort to hide it. More importantly, though, the boy very clearly is alone, with no adults to be seen.

Should I call someone? Jack wonders. The kid doesn’t seem to be in any distress, so he doesn’t think he necessarily has to, but it’s not good for a kid to wander around alone, right? Jack needs to be the responsible adult here, right? Shit.

Soon enough, the boy approaches the counter, arms full of snacks and a green slushie, a wide grin on his face. Yep, this kid definitely isn’t human. Jack is a little surprised that the boy isn’t trying to hide it or anything, but... well, okay, maybe the kid’s just a really good cosplayer, and regardless he isn’t causing trouble.

So, instead of pointing out the obvious, Jack smiles hesitantly back at the kid as he sets his book aside. “Oh, yeah, we’ve got some interesting ones,” he agrees with a snort. “We’re not exactly the biggest store out there, but we’re located close enough to the highway that the owners try to make sure we’re stocked with at least some exciting snacks.” When he looks back at the boy, he realizes the kid’s eyes are glowing.

Okay. Probably not a cosplayer. Alright.

Well, whatever’s happening here, Jack knows better than to pry into a stranger’s business.

So, instead of saying anything, Jack hums thoughtfully. “Y’know,” he says, “I’m not sure if I do. I mean, I’ve tried a lot of the snacks here, but I don’t know if I have a favorite, per se.” He starts to ring up the snacks, then, looking them over as he does. The kid did grab some good ones, and in a pretty wide selection--Jack nods unconsciously in approval. “What about you? You got a favorite?”

[theroguedragons]

Verses

Every verse is flexible and I love plotting.

We can always change the family circumstances or the age. We also can always create a verse on our own or mix something.

Just know that I’m not into any ABO dynamics and mostly will refuse any vampire or werewolf stories.

Some personal traits of Daemon are constant like his arrogance, the loyalty to his family and his troubled mind. But he’s very flexible in his way of interacting in a relationship. Also he will always be heterosexual, so I won’t ship him with male muses (maybe that changes within the process but that’s how it is now at least for the main verse). Please don’t assume him to be the super romantic, faithful and sensitive guy in relationships, cause he mostly isn’t. That being said it’s not impossible that Daemon falls in love and gets soft if not even possessive and super exclusive sexually (and he will expect the same from your muse), but his interpretation of love can be different from what you think. Keep that in mind and don’t expect him to be different from what is in my version.

Please keep in mind that Daemon is not a typical good character. I consider him as a grey character with very bad tendencies but also a big heart. I won’t portray him as power hungry as some might assume him to be. He is manipulative, yea, but in my version that’s often because of love (so he gets what/who he wants) or his pride when he wants to restore it (and wants to be admired).

I will update more about the verses with the time, but if you have any questions always hit me up. Again: I love plotting and am flexible and I absolutely don’t mind having more threads in different verses. But I don’t see Daemon in every role, that’s why I just wanted to write a few ideas down.

House of the Dragon (main verse) #v: fire & blood

This is his main verse and is based on the series. I DIDNT READ THE BOOKS so don’t expect me to be super canon, this is roleplay not a contest to win about who writes their character the most canon or sticks to the story the most. I’m not here to stick to the story in everything I write, that would get boring. But your character can come into the story at any point: maybe they grew up together. Maybe your muse was his first wife or had to marry the king. Maybe they’re related. Maybe he needs you in his council (when he goes for the throne). Maybe he follows the prophecy and goes behind the wall to learn about the threat from the north. Maybe we play during the Game of Thrones timeline. ANYTHING can happen. Just let me know where you see your character fit in and we’ll make it work.

Currently writing with: @wellfell @smokinmirrors @lovelylostminds @bloodofthefates (Iseult) @dragcnsdaughter @vhgr (Alicent with Daemon, Daena with Aemond) @ironwoven (Daena with Daemon) @sovlbound (Nyma with Daemon, Dorren with Daena)

Actor (modern verse) #v: actor

[I thought about which verse I would see Daemon in during a more modern time and by now the only thing that caught my interest right away was an actor verse. I would use the face of casual Matt in this one, but his charm, humor and character would be more like Daemon is in the series. I’m new to writing Daemon and I’m still trying to figure him out and what suits him best]

In this verse I could imagine him being a famous actor who’s either unhappily married or just a lonely soul in this crazy business. I imagine he likes the attention in regular and as his career started he loved how his name grew, but now being so involved in Hollywood he starts to realize that everyone (even his wife) just is with him for the fame. He’s a very lonely soul in this superficial world and just wants to be seen for who he really is. Maybe your muse meets him in one of the hotels he always has to stay in, maybe your muse is an actress too, maybe they went to school together and the early fame made them broke contact cause he became soon very arrogant about it but when they meet later your muse realizes that he’s still the lost boy from the past. Maybe his loneliness got him involved in drug abuse and that’s how he meets your muse. There are many possibilities I could imagine just hit me up for that.

Currently writing with: @thesongbiird

Demon/Devil #v: demon

Currently writing with: @elpida (Dove)

Other verses

- on request

- Daena in modern Mafia verse with @mettleborn (Igor)

Daemon is still a new character for me so I’m still getting to know him so more verses could be added later but for now I stick with these (especially his main verse). I’ll be very picky with him for now.

[troublewithvampires]

@triggerbigger said: "That was amazing." (LKFDSJAKJDF SORRY… SORRY FOR THIS ONE 🫣)

(in bed - open)

"Jesus, you're still fuckin' awake?" Salvatore grumbled, his upper lip peeling back in a sneer. "Thought you would'a passed out already." Part of him was a little impressed by the Onceler's stamina, he had to admit. Most of the humans Sal fucked passed out after the second round, yet this jackass was still going fine. It was admirable, really.

That didn't mean he found the Onceler any less of an annoyance, though. Sal was sure that nothing would change that at this point.

Before the other man had started to stir, Salvatore had already slipped out of bed, pulling his slacks on and preparing to leave. Unfortunately, before he could finish buttoning his shirt, the Onceler had recovered his voice. Salvatore sighed, turning his head to look at the floozy still sprawled across the hotel bed.

The Onceler looked like a mess. Covered in sweat and bruises, lips swollen, runny makeup still drying on his cheeks. As much as Salvatore hated the other man, he couldn't quite stop the warm flickers of approval deep in his gut as he looked at his own handiwork. Yeah, the Onceler looked like a fucking mess, but he looked good like that.

Despite that, the Onceler had a shit-eating smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes as he looked back at Sal. That expression was enough to have the vampire rolling his eyes, but he soon was smirking back.

"I think I like you better like this," Sal said cheerfully. "You're much less annoyin' when you've been fucked half to death. 'Course, it'd be better if you could shut your fuckin' trap for five goddamn minutes." He knew the insult wasn't going to land, but he hardly cared at this point.

[troublewithvampires-a]

It was a quiet Valentine's Day night, and Salvatore found himself outside the outskirts of the city, sitting on a grassy hill and looking up at the sky. The sky was cloudy and the air was warm, more so than it should be this time of year, but he hardly minded for the most part. In some ways, it was kind of nice.

Valentine's Day was never really much of a significant holiday for Salvatore, not really worth giving a shit about, and tonight was no exception. It was just any other day, and he was perfectly fine spending it by himself. At least, that was what he was telling himself.

The sky was shrouded tonight, most of the stars hidden behind a layer of clouds, but it was peaceful, and it was nice. He was feeling comfortable and relaxed in a way that he didn't often feel.

Soft footsteps sounded nearby, barely audible against the grass, and Salvatore hummed in acknowledgement. He didn't turn his head to look at the newcomer just yet, not taking his eyes off of the glimpses of the stars above.

"Hell of a night, ain't it?" he said. "'S nice..."

[voyanti]

obviously there's a lot about alice that differs from twilight canon, so here's the post where i'll catalogue all of the details that make her unique and tie her into the originals! i will be adding to this as the thoughts come, so stay tuned! ♥

alice isn't the sweet, kind vampire we see in twilight canon. she has never been human in the sense that she doesn't remember it. she's very detached from all things that once made her human, and in her mind, it's almost like she never had any humanity in the first place. she remembers bits and pieces from flashbacks she's had, but nothing concrete, and she can never tell if it's something that actually happened or something her mind has conjured to allow her some solace in her amnesia. her humanity, or at least the little that she actually remembers, is like a hazy dream to her and it definitely shows—especially in her feeding habits. she kills to feed, she kills for sport, and while she has somewhat of a compassionate nature, she holds little regard for human life in her main verse. to add to this, throughout the beginning of her vampire years, alice only had visions of the mikaelson family to guide her… so you can imagine what she might be like if she used them as a reference to what a vampire is supposed to be.

alice was turned by rebekah. this can be tweaked or changed with plotting when writing against rebekah muses, but i don't think rebekah is initially aware of it until alice makes herself known at the beginning of the originals. when alice was in the sanitorium in new orleans, constantly tortured by horrible "treatments" to control her visions, rebekah offered her some peace by feeding alice her blood to heal her. it made things a lot easier for alice and she was overjoyed to find a friend in rebekah. since coming to the sanitorium, rebekah is the first person to show alice kindness in three years.

alice makes herself known to the mikaelsons in 1x05 of the originals, however, she moves back to new orleans some time before they arrive. about a year and a half before the originals begins, alice has a vision of rebekah coming back to the city and the trouble she'll be facing, and alice knows she'll one day want to go back and regain a relationship with her, and by extension, the rest of the family... so she leaves her life as new york's alice king and moves back to new orleans as alice brandon. the city is under marcel's rule at the time, of course, so she lives her life primarily as a vampire to stay under the radar and avoid confrontation—and she has no real connection to the witches in the quarter. when marcel's rule about not practicing magic comes out due to the harvest ritual, alice essentially leaves her witch lineage alone for a time and doesn't practice until the rule is finally abolished and the situation changes.

alice never sides with the witches even despite her lineage, regardless of what threat they are under. her loyalty lies with the mikaelsons over anyone else, and since alice knows that being born a siphoner witch is often outcast in the magical community, she tries to keep herself separate from their circles regardless.

throughout alice's many lives and many aliases, she keeps detailed journals. in the beginning, it's because she's so afraid of losing her memories again and wants to write things down to keep track of and reference if she ever forgets. once she realizes she isn't going to suddenly have amnesia again one day, she continues the journals because they bring her comfort. she has somewhere to put all of her thoughts, someone to tell about all the things going on her life, to spill her secrets to... even if it's just the pages of a journal.

[thearmyprof]

Endless Sea, but the water is warm here Ch. 5

Rating: E

Pairing: Yoongi/Original Character

Word count: 6518

Chapters: 5/?

Genre: Modern Fantasy!AU, Idol!AU, Canon Divergent,

Warnings: NSFW, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content

Overview post: https://at.tumblr.com/thearmyprof/endless-sea-but-the-water-is-warm-here/h8ruhjcuzs62

Summary:

Sometimes Eunha imagines herself living by the sea. She imagines herself sinking in sunbaked sand and Mina happily jumping in playful waves. She thinks there might have been a time in her own childhood when she visited the ocean. A time before her first visit to the realm of death. A time when she let the pull of the sun-warmed waters pull suggestively at her ankles. When she collected seashells. A time when she could take a big inhale and smell the salt water mixed with the smell of tide, the smell of life.

But daydreams and memories of oceans and sand always morph and twist eventually. The grey waters that ebb and flow with their own mystical tide, the river as vast as an ocean, are what Eunha knows. That river has no smell. She is well versed in the tugs and pulls of the water, urging her to continue her journey onward, out into that vast expanse of monotone darkness. There are some days where it almost feels easier to give in and let the river’s tide do what it wills.

Life is hard and dark until an accidental meeting on a train and an encounter her vampire landlord's ghoul throws Eunha's world colliding with Min Yoongi's. Does this become a fleeting career opportunity or the chance at a better life?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45497923

Full Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Vampires, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Idols, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, World of Darkness, Necromancy, Blood and Violence, Death, None of the guys though, or our two original main characters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Magic, fae bts, Soft Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Work, Single parent original female character, Softness, Soulmate!AU kind of, Mafia AU, referenced past traumatic birth (not explicit), soft adopted dad Yoongi vibes, Hospitals, referenced police, no jealousy, good communication, we believe in healthy relationships in this house even if the world is burning down

CHAPTER FIVE.

Yoongi taps a long index finger on the black screen of his phone as it sits on the dining table impatiently. The backlighting illuminates revealing no new messages or calls. The screen dims again as he stares blankly. Eunha said she would be back for lunch, knowing that Yoongi has a meeting with some other PDs at HYBE at 2pm. He had volunteered to stay home in the morning, working in his studio, to keep Mina company.

He glances down at his phone as the screen lights up when he taps it again. 1:03pm. He decides it’s late enough now that a text or call won’t seem too anxious. He tries texting first, just a quick, “hey, you running late?”

Then he waits. He’d given Mina lunch at noon, not wanting her to go hungry if her mother was a little late. Now she’s curled up on the couch reading that massive tome of hers. He’s avoiding looking or sounding too worried in front of her. No need to upset her unnecessarily. He knows how these things go in the studio. Sometimes inspiration strikes or other people demand their time.

He taps his phone again. 1:05pm. No new messages. He unlocks the device and pulls up Eunha’s contact and calls.

Straight to voicemail.

Yoongi feels a little prickle of fear run across his skin. In his head, he lists the reasons her phone is powered off: forgot to charge it, in a good work flow and has headphones on with the phone off, in an unexpected meeting where no phones are allowed, in trouble with the vampire coven of Seoul for murdering one of their own. He closes his eyes and counts down from ten. When he opens them again, they land on Mina who is looking back at him with a curious gaze.

Okay, one foot in front of the other. First thing first, Eunha would want him to make sure Mina is taken care of and he was left in charge of that responsibility. So, that’s what he’ll do. 

He thinks for another minute and knows there will be hell to pay for missing this meeting. There were too many moving parts, too many things contingent on the outcome of today’s work.

“Hey, Mina-yah,” Yoongi says after a deep breath. “I have to go into work to meet with other producers.”

He watches from across the room as he sees a little flicker of fear cross Mina’s face.

“Oh, Mina-yah, it’s okay,” Yoongi scrambles. “I mean, I- would you like to go with me? To my work?”

Mina’s face lights up. Soon she’s up from the couch and running towards her room, presumably to get ready to go. Yoongi chuckles at her enthusiasm.

“Make sure you have a jacket, Mina! I’m worried about a storm later!” Yoongi shouts after her.

Yoongi decides to take the SUV to the office instead of taking the subway like he normally would. He doesn’t usually have trouble getting around if he’s wearing low key clothes and a face mask, but he’s not about to risk Mina getting exposed through him.

When they get to the parking garage, Yoongi curses as he opens the back door. He’d forgotten about the child seat. 

“Shit,” he breathes out. He looks down at Mina’s expectant face, which is turned up towards him. “One second.”

He pulls out his phone and calls Namjoon before he can think too hard about what to do next.

“Hyung, everything okay?” Namjoon answers, sounding out of breath.

Yoongi winces. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Namjoon says. “I’m just at the gym. Was about to shower before the meeting anyway.”

“About that,” Yoongi winces again.

“What?” Namjoon sounds a little put out, as Yoongi would expect.

“I might be a little late,” Yoongi says. “I’m bringing Mina and I forgot to order a seat for the car.”

“Oh,” Namjoon says. “Where is Eunha-ssi?”

Yoongi fights back the wave of panic that grips his chest. “I don’t know. At work. I hope.”

“Oh,” Namjoon says with confusion leaking into his tone. Then he coughs, clearing his throat. “So, you need a car seat?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yoongi says. “I meant to get one this weekend, but it slipped my mind.”

“I think Jin-hyung has one for his car for his nephew.”

Yoongi blinks. “Oh, that’s right. Thanks, Joon-ah.”

“I’ll try to stall the other PDs until you can get here,” Namjoon says before he hangs up.

Yoongi is dialing Jin before he’s even taken a breath. Soon, Jin is on his way to pick up both stranded people.

Rather than move the car seat over, Jin is doing something with the seat in the back to make it the right size for Mina.

“She just needs the booster, I think,” Jin says with a huff. Yoongi watches as he detaches some piece off the back of the seat. “This will do for today, but you should definitely get something the right size soon.”

Yoongi just nods as Jin secures the superfluous car seat parts in the trunk.

“Here, Mina,” Jin says, holding a hand out to the small girl, who has just been standing watching this whole car seat drama unfold.

Instead of moving, Mina looks at Yoongi.

“Oh,” Yoongi says, snapping out of his stupor. “Let me help you, Mina-yah.”

Mina and Yoongi are both too busy getting Mina secured in the seat to see Jin’s knowing smirk as he makes his way back to the driver’s seat.

The drive is not that far to the HYBE building. Still, Yoongi uses that time to make two more calls to Eunha’s phone that go straight to voice-mail.

“Everything alright, Yoongichi?” Jin asks as he takes a quick glance at the man in his passenger seat.

Yoongi hums noncommittally. 

“You like reading, Mina?” Jin tries changing tactics. Mina ignores him. So Jin mutters with a huff, “No wonder you two get along so well.”

From the moment they reach the HYBE building parking garage and Yoongi helps her out of the car seat, Mina reaches for and hangs onto Yoongi’s hand and refuses to let go. They take a couple minutes at reception to make sure Mina is registered in the system as Yoongi’s permanent guest in order for certain wards to not affect her later as they come and go in the future.

Yoongi glances down at the pale-faced girl who still has a white-knuckled death grip on his hand and decides quickly he won’t be able to leave her in the childcare room. Instead, he takes his little limpet straight to the conference room where the other PDs are no doubt already congregating with only a few minutes until meeting start time.

It’s only a little awkward for Yoongi to explain the presence of the small girl to the other PDs—the daughter of a close family friend that needed some help is an excuse that’s accepted fairly easily, much to Yoongi’s relief. The only one giving him a raised eyebrow is Namjoon and Yoongi silently promises with a shake of his head a full explanation later.

Yoongi helps Mina settle into a conference room chair pushed into the corner of the room away from the table. He asks if she needs anything and one of the other PDs suggests some drawing paper, but Mina seems content to read as long as Yoongi is within eyesight.

Despite Mina being the most well-behaved child Yoongi thinks he’s ever met, his mind is only half paying attention to the meeting. He knows the other PDs can tell. He knows that Namjoon is giving him meaningful glances every now and then. He knows he needs to get his head in the game. But he finds himself looking over at Mina every few minutes as if to make sure she’s still there. When he’s not checking in on the girl silently reading in the corner, he’s tapping the screen on his phone, hoping that some text message might have come through.

He almost groaned out loud when he saw a new text message, only to scramble to open it, anxiety sending goosebumps across his skin, to see some ridiculous meme Jungkook had shared in the Bangtan group chat. The other PDs kindly don’t mention any of Yoongi’s strange behavior.

The meeting wraps up at 4pm and everyone congratulates Mina on sitting still for so long.

“You must love your studies, to be reading for so long,” one of them says.

Another says, “Your parents must be very proud of you. You should remember to thank them for raising you so well.”

Yoongi is only half-paying attention. He’s hitting ‘call’ on Eunha’s contact while he packs up his notes from the meeting one-handed.

“We regret to inform you, service at this number is not currently available. If you would like to leave a message, please press pound.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters under his breath.

He turns to see Mina watching him. “Sorry, Mina-yah.”

“Did you try calling her office?” Namjoon says. Yoongi jumps at his voice, not realizing Namjoon was even still in the room.

“Ah, no, that’s a good idea. Thanks, Joon-ah,” Yoongi mumbles, already pulling up Naver to find the contact number for Rancid House.

While Yoongi is searching for the phone number, Namjoon walks over to Mina’s chair and kneels in front of her.

“How are you doing, Mina-yah? Are you hungry?” Namjoon asks her in a soft voice, smiling to show off his dimples.

Mina glances at Yoongi before she studies Namjoon’s face for a moment before giving him a small shake of her head.

“Thirsty?” he tries.

He watches the hesitation flit over her face before she nods once.

“You want to come to the vending machine with me just down the hall? Pick out something to drink? We can get something for Yoongi-ssi as well.”

Mina pauses a moment more, her gaze flitting to the preoccupied Yoongi, before sliding out of her chair and waiting for Namjoon to lead her out of the room.

Yoongi looks up with a startled glance just before the two leave the room. “Where are you going?”

“Just getting drinks, hyung,” Namjoon says with a smile. “We’ll get you a cold decaf coffee.”

Yoongi looks at Mina for any signs of discomfort and then nods when he’s satisfied that she seems okay.

He sighs when he finally finds Rancid House’s contact information. He had to go to HYBE’s internal reference page after having no luck with the company’s shitty website. He thinks it’s a miracle Rancid gets any business at all.

He jumps and almost drops the phone when it starts vibrating in his hand. An incoming call from Eunha. He fumbles with the phone as he accepts the call.

“Eunha, are you okay?” he says briskly.

“Ah, this must be MYG,” a rough man’s voice says from the other end of the call.

Yoongi feels his blood run cold. “Who is this?”

“Who I am is not important right now. Who might you be? I was scrolling through Eunha-ssi’s contacts and she doesn’t really seem to have many. The other two lines I tried are no longer in service. But this, MYG, I am glad has finally connected to someone,” the voice continues. Yoongi feels knots of fear seize his stomach as the man prattles on.

“Where is Eunha? Is she okay?” Yoongi does his best to keep the dread out of his voice.

“She is okay,” the man starts and then pauses before saying, “for now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, MYG, Eunha is in a bit of trouble and I’m trying to help her out,” the man says. Yoongi thinks he’s going for a caring tone in his voice, but all it’s doing is making all of Yoongi’s bullshit alarms go off.

“Where is she? Let me talk to her,” Yoongi says.

The man laughs and then tries to disguise it as a cough. “Ah, that will be difficult, I’m afraid. She’s… indisposed right now.”

Yoongi is up and walking out of the conference room at this point, heading down the hallway to catch up with Namjoon.

“Why have you called me then?” Yoongi says as he reaches the vending machine where Namjoon is apparently shaking it, trying to get one of the cans unstuck from the shoot.

Yoongi taps his shoulder and mouths “security” to Namjoon while the man on the phone says, “I was hoping you could help me, MYG. You see, Eunha has something my boss needs. I want to know what that is.”

Yoongi watches Namjoon get his own phone out and call the head of HYBE security, before the three of them head toward Yoongi’s Genius Lab. Mina’s hand finds Yoongi’s free one and grips it tightly.

“I don’t know how to help you. I don’t know what Eunha could possibly have that your boss wants, whoever your boss might be. She’s just a music producer,” Yoongi tries. He listens hopefully for any sounds on the other end of the line that might give away the caller’s location. “Why don’t you let me talk to her and see if I can convince her to tell you?”

“Nice try, MYG,” the man laughs derisively, not trying to hide it now. 

How long had they been on the phone already? Yoongi feels sweat trickle down his spine. He doesn’t know how to buy more time or get more information about where Eunha is or what condition she’s in.

“Since she’s not speaking, maybe hearing your voice will do some good,” the man muses.

Yoongi’s breath catches as he hears some movement on the other end of the line.

Suddenly, he hears a loud, “Fuck you!” that he’s positive is Eunha. She sounds wrecked, which has Yoongi’s gut twisting painfully.

“Eunha-ssi,” the man says, sounding almost sweet. “I have MYG on the phone. Don’t you want to talk to him? If you tell him what I want to know, I’ll even be kind enough to let him know where your body is so he can give you a proper burial.”

Yoongi stops breathing. He’s standing frozen in the hallway, as Namjoon lets Mina into the studio.

“Hyung?” Namjoon says. But to Yoongi he sounds very far away. All he can hear is a sharp slapping sound over the phone.

“Eunha?” Yoongi breathes out. He can barely hear his own voice.

“P-PD-nim,” Eunha’s voice is suddenly loud in his ear. Her breathing is harsh, but her tone is clear. “PD-nim, I’m sorry you got this phone call. I told him I only have work contacts on my phone. That you don’t know anything.”

“Eunha,” Yoongi tries again, a little louder this time. “Where are you? Are you hurt?”

“PD-nim,” Eunha says with a little more strength. “Listen to me. It’s important.”

In the background, Yoongi can hear the other man saying, “No funny business now or I’ll be sending you back to your MYG in pieces.”

Eunha’s breath falters for a moment.

“Eunha? What’s happening?”

“PD-nim, this is important,” Eunha tries again, breathing more labored. “Make sure you keep your movie buddy safe. Please.”

There’s another loud smacking sound. 

“Eunha? Choi Eunha?” Yoongi shouts into the phone.

Yoongi can hear a “What the fuck is movie buddy?! I told you no funny business” before the line goes dead.

“Hyung, what’s happening? Is Eunha-ssi okay?” Namjoon asks. He’s crouching in front of Yoongi. When did Yoongi end up kneeling on the floor? Namjoon wipes tears off of Yoongi’s cheeks. When did Yoongi start crying?

“Let’s get you inside and wait for security. They can help us figure out what to do next, who to call,” Namjoon says, grabbing Yoongi under one armpit to hoist him to his feet. “Do- do you want to pull yourself together before Mina sees you?”

Yoongi’s breath catches again and his eyes flick to the closed studio door. He nods and takes a deep breath into his lungs, letting it out again slowly. Namjoon hands him a handkerchief, which Yoongi uses to mop up his face. He gives Namjoon a grateful smile. Namjoon doesn’t even know what is happening and he’s still here, helping. Yoongi takes another stuttering deep breath.

When he’s sure he’s got his breathing under control and Namjoon confirms he doesn’t look like he’d just had a mental breakdown in the hallway of his place of work, he steps towards the studio door. He fixes a small smile on his face as he punches in the studio door code. One more deep breath and he steps into the studio, ready to follow through on Eunha’s only request in the face of dire circumstances—he’ll make sure Mina is safe.

~

Eunha doesn’t know how long she’s been here—wherever here is. She knows she’s spent a good deal of time unconscious. But in the times she’s been awake, she’s done her best to gather as much information as she can, waiting to figure out her next move. She knows her survival depends on it.

The windowless room is only lit by a single table lamp—those old banker desk lamps with the green glass shade—on a beat up wooden desk, with a single drawer. It’s the only ornate thing in the room. Old filing cabinets, with drawers hanging open and files strewn all over the floor, line one wall. The floor is muddy with puddles, like the room had flooded at some point and no one had bothered to clean it up afterward. Everything is damp, making her think she’s underground—it smells like she’s underground, of mold, mildew, and standing water. The room is otherwise empty, save for the chair she’s currently tied to.

The duct tape sticks uncomfortably where it hits the skin on her wrists, tied uncomfortably behind the chair back. Her ankles are taped to the front chair legs, over her jeans. She ignores the aches and pains blooming over her body. She might have appeared to leave the office calmly with the two muscle men, but she put up a hell of a fight in the conference room first. Then put up more of a fight after they pulled her out of the van, bag covering her head, and into the room she was now being housed in.

She’s thankful they at least took the bag off her face. Well, she thinks she’s grateful. At least now she can see what’s coming.

She thought all of her belongings had been left in the conference room—she suppposes her haegeum isn’t super useful with her hands tied—, but maybe her phone had been in her pocket and she didn’t realize. When she saw Park Donghyun, as he introduced himself, on her phone talking to Yoongi she panicked. The man had purposefully let her listen to his side of the conversation, let her know he was toying with both of them. The blows to her cheek had been blindingly painful. The second hit, she’s sure drew some blood, as she felt the impact of maybe a ring. That wasn’t important though. The important matter is that he’d given her more information than he probably realized.

Her conclusion: Park Donghyun is an idiot.

As far as she can tell, Park Donghyun—who is clearly just some human thug with no obvious magic or any supernatural abilities—is some kind of middleman. He’s got this damp smelling basement, which may be connected to a larger establishment, Eunha can’t tell. And he’s clearly got some henchmen. So, not the kind of guy Eunha wants to be meeting on any kind of regular basis or, honestly, ever.

However, Park Donghyun told Yoongi on the phone that he was supposed to be bringing Eunha to his boss. But, and this is the best part, he decided to be greedy. So, now, Eunha is duct taped to a chair in a dank basement while this middling gang member ineptly tries to figure out what exactly makes this pale wisp of a woman so important to his boss. Presumably, if he were to actually figure this out, he’d try to get a better price for her or leverage the information in some way to benefit himself.

While being duct taped to a chair in a basement isn’t the most ideal of circumstances, especially with her head starting to throb the way it is, Eunha will take it over being wherever this man’s boss is. She’s positive Park Donghyun’s henchmen might be thugs, but they are still less dangerous than whatever the bigger fish is going to have.

Eunha tries to wet her lips, but she can feel how swollen they are getting. Her mouth is dry from having gone all day without water, so licking doesn’t do much anyway. Whistling is out then. She coughs and clears her throat before she tries a low hum. 

Her singing has never been the greatest. The magic she can conjure from it is weak, at best. Mina is a much better singer. Mina might be able to eventually do quite strong magic with her voice alone, if trained properly. Eunha swallows down the lump in her throat at the thought of her daughter. She closes her eyes to fight back sudden tears. She hopes her frantic coded message to Yoongi came through clearly enough.

Eunha hums a low note, trying to find some kind of pitch with it that might work for magic. Her voice is pretty wrecked. She wishes she had not screamed so much earlier, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time what with her being abducted from her workplace and all. She had allowed herself that moment to be terrified and has since tamped it down. Now is not the time to be scared when she needs to think clearly to escape this hell.

She can hear as the door behind her suddenly opens. Her whole body tenses, waiting to see who has arrived. Waiting to see what awaits her next.

A henchman, dressed all in black, steps into her range of vision, carrying a tray holding what looks to be some kind of meager meal. A bowl and a cup, utensils.

“Boss says you need to eat,” is all the man says.

Eunha watches as the man sets the tray on the ground and lifts up the bowl, grabbing a spoon with his other hand. He dips the spoon into the bowl and lifts the full spoon to Eunha’s mouth. She can smell the juk, which just makes her nose wrinkle in the homey familiarity. She clamps her lips together.

“Boss’s orders. Eat,” the man says more gruffly. He shoves the food at Eunha’s lips. The metal spoon hits her bruised lip, making her gasp. The man takes the opportunity to shove the spoon in further, almost making her gag.

“Eat,” he says again.

While it is only lukewarm, the food otherwise tastes good. Eunha decides to let go of her stubbornness just for this meal. She rationalizes that strength will be important if she’s going to attempt any kind of escape later.

She regrets her decision approximately 10 seconds later, when the man lifts another spoonful of food to her mouth, watches her swallow, and says, “Good girl.”

“Fuck you,” Eunha retorts.

The man laughs as he gets another mouthful of food ready. “Not gonna be in the cards, I’m afraid, sweetheart.”

Eunha swallows down the bile that rises into her throat.

When the juk is gone, the man holds the cup up to her lips. “Drink.”

With the henchman tipping the cup up to her lips, she drinks, almost choking when the water goes down too fast.

She’s glad when the henchman and his heated gaze leaves the room again.

When she’s sure he’s gone, she tries wetting her lips again, now that she’s had some water. The swelling makes it difficult. She’s not sure if whistling or singing is going to do a better job at this point. That and she’s so tired. She’s not even sure what magic she even has energy for right now. She certainly can’t cast a protection spell, not the kind that wouldn’t be easily batted away by the likes of the people holding her here.

She winces as her lips hurt when she purses them. No, whistling is definitely out. She changes tactics and hums again. The porridge and water seem to have helped her voice, at least.

She racks her brain for any symbols she might know that will help her get out of here. Unfortunately, while she’s very good at the magic she does, her expertise is necessarily narrow in scope. She can manipulate the river in death. She can manipulate souls across the barrier into death, but only to a certain degree. The souls have to be at the threshold already. And, as far as she’s been able to tell so far, the henchmen in this place are annoyingly alive and well.

Eunha closes her eyes and tries to remember her magic training. She left that life so long ago now—Mina’s entire lifetime ago really—that many of the symbols are fuzzy or buried too deep in her memories to be retrieved. She never got to the part of her training on soul communication. She knows it’s possible to communicate to tethered and bonded souls. However, the only soul Eunha has a sure bond with is Mina and she’s not going to do anything that might endanger her daughter by accidentally telegraphing their connection.

Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, Eunha feels the sore pull as her skin goes taunt across her bruised cheek. She refocuses her attention on the colors of the sunset from her dream, on the blues of the sea of flowers. She knows, despite the terror of the responsibility of it, that her dream indicated the beginnings of a soul bond. 

If she can tug the right symbols from her memory, she might be able to open a link to Yoongi. And if she can open a link to Yoongi, she might be able to tell him enough information to send help to her location. Of course, that’s a lot of ‘ifs’ and she doesn’t even have information to give him about her location beyond “help, I’m in a basement, probably maybe still in Seoul.” Not super promising prospects.

Still, she spends a few minutes toying with different symbols for pathways, communication, and amplification. None are quite right for what she needs. She tries once to open a link singing a melancholy tune in a low register, imagining the blue field of flowers and the reds of the sky, but either her symbols are not right, Yoongi is too far away, or they don’t have a strong enough bond. Eunha groans in frustration.

Instead, she decides to turn her focus to seeing if she can read the souls around her. If she can project her soul sensing, she thinks she can at least count how many henchmen are in the building. A bead of sweat forms on her brow as she works to throw her senses outside the room. Another part of her training she never followed through on.

When she’s about to give up, she suddenly gets a flood of buzzing feeling, smacking her right in the chest. There are many, many souls in the building, apparently. She can’t pinpoint locations, but they have to be somewhat close by, maybe one floor up. Her head reels at the thought that maybe a hundred or more people are standing just above her right now, completely unaware of her being trapped and injured below them.

A wave of exhaustion hits her then. Using rusty, half-trained skills uses up a lot of energy, as she knew it would. The tension in her scalp is back as well. The discomfort from it is distinct from the other aches and pain blooming all over her body. Eunha lets her eyes fall shut, head lolling forward chin to chest, and she dozes fitfully.

She doesn’t know how much time has passed when she hears the door bang open again behind her, leaving her skin rippling with anxiety.

“So, you live with someone, Eunha-ssi?” the greasy voice of Park Donghyun greets her without preamble. 

She stays silent. Her body tenses against the duct tape bindings.

“My men just brought me the paperwork from that disgusting housing manager. The lease was for two. The housing manager died alone in his locked home. And the landlord seems to have disappeared though. You don’t know anything about that, do you, Eunha-ssi?”

She watches as he walks into her peripheral vision, a blue folder open in his hand as he flips through the papers inside.

“Who might have been the person you were living with, hm?”

She just watches as he flips through the folder, but she can’t see what it contains.

Park Donghyun stops flicking through the pages for a moment to study Eunha’s face. His lips have a smirk playing across them. He looks like he thinks he’s finally found something, like he’s about to win this fight.

“I wonder where you went after their demise. Seems you vacated that little rooftop shack. Where do you live now, Eunha-ssi?”

She just stares at the folder, not wanting to make extra eye contact. 

“I think you know something about how they died. Where is your landlord, Taro, Eunha-ssi? How did your housing manager die?”

She stoically stares ahead, not wanting her facial expressions betraying her.

“Don’t get me wrong, Eunha-ssi. I’m not blaming you for their deaths. You are so small, so easily contained,” Park Donghyun chuckles under his breath. “But I do think you know who is responsible. Won’t you tell me what you know, Eunha-ssi?”

Eunha bites down on the inside of her cheek, hard. She knows he’s baiting her.

“Not interested in answering my questions, Eunha-ssi? My guys tell me there are other ways to make a person talk. They told me rumors about a man who can use some kind of truth spell. Get you to spill your precious secrets.”

Eunha scoffs.

The back of Park Donghyun’s hand leaves her seeing spots after it contacts her already bruised and cut cheek. She can feel the skin split open anew and warm blood drips down the side of her face.

“What the fuck is funny here?” he asks, angry. She’s glad to be done with the fake politeness anyway.

“As if you could get anyone with magic to do your bidding,” Eunha spits out. She can feel a bit of blood running down her chin as she talks. She thinks she must have bit her cheek or tongue at the impact. Her whole head hurts, so it’s hard to pinpoint specific injuries anymore.

“I’m sure I could persuade them,” he replies. Eunha smirks, lifting the lip on her uninjured side. He doesn’t sound sure at all.

“Bringing in anyone with magic is like asking to get played, human,” she states in a level tone. She lets the word ‘human’ hang with disdain in the air for a moment and watches as Park Donghyun squirms uncomfortably at the implications of her words. “Do you even know what you’re fucking with right now? Or who you’re fucking with?”

She can see from the flicker in his eyes that he most definitely does not know what he’s dealing with right now. It’s almost as if he’s looking at her in a whole new light.

“Tell me what you know and I’ll let you go,” he says after a beat. “I’ll protect you.”

Eunha scoffs again. “As if I will believe anything you say. Fuck you.”

The pain exploding across her cheek and radiating through her skull is the last thing she remembers before darkness claims her.

~

Yoongi isn’t sure how they all ended up back at his apartment. He remembers describing, in detail, everything that had happened between him and Eunha—well, the details that would matter for this anyway, not the private and personal things they had discussed—to the head of security, Kim Minkyu. Minkyu had then rallied the troops, so to speak, to trace the whereabouts of Eunha, contact their people at the police to find out what information they have, and to alert hospitals to let them know if someone comes in with Eunha’s description. It is simultaneously comforting that everything possible is being done to find Eunha, but also frustrating that there is nothing save for sitting and waiting for Yoongi personally to do. Well, and take care of Mina.

Then Jin and Namjoon had orchestrated getting Yoongi and Mina back to Yoongi’s place. Jin is now in the kitchen with Jungkook making various dishes. Yoongi’s not sure why they can’t just order in, but he supposes this is how they are dealing with the crisis. Namjoon has been on the phone off and on, probably talking to other relevant people at work, smoothing over Yoongi’s bizarre behavior from earlier today. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung are in the living room with Mina. They seem to be trying to convince her to watch Howl’s Moving Castle. Yoongi sighs. At least Mina doesn’t seem too distressed at the moment.

He’s pulled out of his reverie when his phone rings.

“Minkyu-ssi, do you have news?” Yoongi asks without any other greeting.

“The investigator we sent to Rancid House Music came back with little information as to Eunha-ssi’s whereabouts, but all of Eunha-ssi’s possessions. The director said two men came asking for her and she met them in the conference room. Then the three of them left together. There seems to be no CCTV inside the building. We’re working with the building owners for the footage from outside the building, but they are dragging their feet on it. Her director seems to be under the impression that Eunha-ssi left willingly,” Minkyu says.

Yoongi scoffs and mutters, “Bullshit.”

Minkyu seems to ignore Yoongi’s commentary. “Her purse and some kind of instrument case were left in the conference room where Eunha-ssi had met the two men. The director also gave us a box full of her personal effects. He seems to have decided he no longer needs to employ her, as she walked off the job today.”

Yoongi feels his breath catch as he sees red. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he asks, “Did you find anything useful in her belongings?”

“Nothing useful, no,” Minkyu replies. “My apologies. I was hoping for a better lead from Eunha-ssi’s place of work. I’ll have someone drop off her things to your apartment?”

“Yes, please,” Yoongi says as he nods quickly. “She’ll want her things when she comes back.”

If Minkyu has any thoughts about Yoongi’s statement, he keeps them to himself. “Of course, Yoongi-ssi.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi says. “Please let me know the moment you hear anything else.”

“Of course, Yoongi-ssi.”

Yoongi let his phone drop onto the table in front of him with a clatter. He tries not to think about what it means that she doesn’t have her haegeum with her. He scrubs his face with both his palms, elbows resting on the table next to his discarded phone. Tired. He’s tired.

He hears Namjoon clear his throat. Yoongi lifts his face past his fingers just enough to see his friend walk into the room and sit down at the table. 

“Hyung,” Namjoon starts, looking a little uncomfortable. “I think we deserve some kind of explanation for what’s going on.”

Yoongi grimaces behind his hands. “I know, Joon-ah. And I’m not intentionally keeping things from you. Well, not really,” Yoongi finishes weakly.

Namjoon just watches him.

“Okay,” Yoongi tries again. “Maybe, I didn’t quite know how to…explain things.”

“Okay, hyung, but I think maybe now is the time to figure it out,” Namjoon insists softly.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Yoongi says. He drops his hands down to the table with a thunk. “I need to get Mina to bed first.”

“Sure, hyung,” Namjoon says with an encouraging smile.

Yoongi taps his phone screen as he pushes himself to standing. No new messages. He lets out a sigh.

“I’ll come get you if you get a message, hyung,” Namjoon says, reaching for Yoongi’s phone and pocketing it. “Just focus on Mina for a bit.”

Yoongi nods absently, scrubbing his face with his palm again.

Mina is nestled on the couch with Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung. She looks up, alert, when Yoongi rounds the couch.

“It’s getting late, Mina-yah,” Yoongi says quietly. “Can I help you get ready for bed?”

The girl gets up and quietly follows Yoongi to the guest room.

He watches her as she goes about her nightly routine, brushing her hair and her teeth. She politely closes the bathroom door so she can change into her soft pajamas. He thinks about how completely inadequate he feels as a temporary caregiver. He feels the heat behind his eyelids as tears threaten to form. At least when Eunha had been absent, when she crossed over into death, her body had been there. He didn’t feel nearly as lost then as he does. Maybe now it’s because he knows better, knows what’s at stake. When Mina steps out again, she looks towards the bed hesitantly.

“I’m sorry your eomma isn’t here to tuck you in,” Yoongi says, blinking back the tears, not wanting to tip off his feelings to the child. “I’m sorry I don’t know what she normally does to help you go to sleep.”

Mina studies Yoongi for a minute, clearly thinking. Then she reaches out and takes his hand, pulling him toward the bed. She climbs under the covers and pats the open spot she’s left at the edge of the bed, big enough for Yoongi to lay down.

He looks at the pale girl in the bed and bites his lower lip. She looks so tiny in the gigantic bed. He sits down awkwardly on the edge of the bed, waiting to see her reaction. She tilts her head in question.

“I’m not sure what you want, Mina-yah,” Yoongi murmurs.

Mina puts her hands on Yoongi’s shoulders and pulls, guiding him so he’s laying down partially on his side next to her. She wiggles until they are shoulder to shoulder and her head is resting on the top of his shoulder, near the pillow under his head. Briefly her small hand reaches up and pats his head, as if she is the one comforting him when it should be the other way around.

Yoongi quietly clears his throat, letting his eyes close, just for a moment. “Good night, Mina-yah.”

He startles a moment later when the silence is cut by the sweet, feathery sounds of Mina singing. Her voice is otherworldly, as if it is floating from some other plane of existence. He doesn’t recognize the language, though the song does have words. Warmth washes over him, making his sleepiness return tenfold. Vaguely in the back of his mind he wonders if perhaps Mina is lacing her lullaby with a spell. However, the thought quickly joins the rest of Yoongi into the warm embrace of sleep.

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