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୨୧ 一 VAMPIRE!ENHA REACTION TO SOOHA HURTING THEIR PARTNER . . !

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HEESEUNG :

The moment Heeseung stepped into the manor, he knew something was wrong.

The air had shifted. It wasn’t just the silence, it was too still, too heavy, like the calm that pressed in before a storm. The fire in the hearth had long since burned low, its embers barely glowing, and the shadows in the grand hall had deepened. He could smell it, fear, panic. And blood. Not like his own or his brothers’. No, this was warmer, sweeter, human.

Your blood.

He was across the room in a blink, his coat whipping behind him like smoke. His gaze fell on the smear of red staining the marble floor, and for a heartbeat, everything inside him went quiet.

“Where are they?” His voice was low, dangerous.

It was Sunghoon who answered from the corridor, eyes dark and jaw clenched. “In the study. With Sooha.”

Heeseung didn’t wait. The doors flew open under his touch, and there you were, curled against one of the high-backed chairs, trying to shrink into it, your hand pressed tightly against your side, blood trickling between your fingers. Your eyes snapped to him the moment he entered, wide and scared and shining with unshed tears.

But you weren’t afraid of him.

He was beside you in a second, kneeling so that he didn’t tower over you, his voice gentler now, but threaded with fury. “What happened?”

You opened your mouth, hesitant, but then he felt it, the chill in the room, the way the shadows coiled like smoke behind him, and Sooha stepped forward, face cold and unreadable.

“She provoked me,” she said simply. “She overstepped. I reminded her of her place.”

Heeseung stood slowly. “You… reminded her?”

Sooha tilted her chin, unapologetic. “She’s not one of you guys. She needed to learn.”

The silence that followed cracked like ice.

Heeseung didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t bare his fangs. But the air around him pulsed with ancient power, older than Sooha could begin to understand. His eyes, usually warm, playful, had gone dark.

“You don’t get to decide who belongs here,” he said, voice low and lethal. “She’s part of this coven. My coven.”

Sooha’s expression faltered.

“She bleeds, and I feel it,” he continued, stepping closer. “You marked her, Sooha. Which means you’ve marked yourself.”

For the first time, she backed away.

Heeseung didn’t move to strike her. He didn’t need to. With a single glance, he dismissed her, and that was a punishment in itself. His gaze returned to you, the fury melting into something softer, wounded.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hands trembling slightly as he reached to touch you. “I should’ve been here.”

You shook your head, but he only looked more broken.

He carried you out of the room carefully, protectively, as if you were made of glass. And maybe to him, you were. A fragile, beautiful thing in a world too sharp for human skin. But you were his. And he would burn the night itself before letting anyone forget that again

JAY :

The storm rolled in just after dusk.

The manor creaked beneath the weight of wind and rain, shadows swaying on the walls like ghosts. Jay stood near the tall windows of the library, watching as lightning forked across the sky in silence. Storms usually brought him calm, clarity in the chaos. But not tonight.

Tonight, the air tasted wrong.

He hadn’t seen you all day. And you never disappeared on him.

Not without reason.

The search didn’t take long, he always knew where to find you when things hurt. An empty guest room on the second floor. The door was ajar, the light flickering. You sat against the far wall, arms wrapped tightly around your knees, like you were trying to make yourself smaller.

But what stopped him cold was the scent.

Blood.

Yours.

He was at your side in an instant, movements soundless, hands hovering just short of touching you, as if even the gentlest graze might hurt.

Your eyes lifted to meet his, rimmed with red, glossed with tears.

“Jay…”

His voice came low and measured, too measured. “Who did this?”

You didn’t answer at first. But the silence told him everything.

“Sooha,” you whispered. Human. Just like you. But clearly not harmless.

Jay exhaled through his nose, slow and silent, before standing to his full height.

Then he left.

No fury in his footsteps. No slammed doors. He moved like smoke down the halls, composed, precise, more dangerous than any roaring beast.

He found her near the grand stairwell, leaning against the banister, laughing quietly with one of the kitchen staff. Carefree. Unbothered.

Her eyes met his, and the laughter died.

“She was getting too close,” Sooha said, smoothing her hair. “To you. To all of this. She needed to remember who she is.”

Jay didn’t flinch. “And who is she?”

Sooha’s gaze narrowed. “She’s not like you. She doesn’t belong here.”

Jay’s hands clenched at his sides, but his expression didn’t change.

“No,” he said softly. “But neither do you, anymore.”

Sooha blinked.

“You don’t get to decide who belongs in this house.” His words cut like ice. “This place isn’t ruled by blood. It’s ruled by loyalty. By me.”

She tried to speak, but he continued.

“You put your hands on her. You crossed a line.” He stepped closer, voice like thunder hidden beneath velvet. “You hurt someone under my protection.”

Sooha’s smirk vanished.

“There won’t be a second time,” he finished.

And then he turned and left her there, no dramatic exit, no need for fangs or power. Just the silence of judgment falling like a blade.

When he returned to you, the storm still raged outside, but the worst of it had already passed through him. You sat where he left you, a fresh bandage now wrapped around your arm, eyes watching the doorway like you were waiting for him to breathe again.

He knelt before you without a word and placed his hands over yours.

“I should’ve known,” he murmured. “I should’ve stopped it.”

Your lips parted, but he shook his head gently.

“I don’t care what anyone else sees when they look at you,” he said, voice softer now. “You’re mine. You’re family here.”

And though he didn’t finish the thought, the words hung unspoken in the air:

If anyone ever forgets that again…

Jay wouldn’t scream.

He would simply make sure they remembered.

JAKE :

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening.

It drummed against the manor windows in a steady rhythm, washing the world in silver and shadow. Jake was in the solarium when he felt it, a shift, like the warmth in the room had been sucked out in an instant. He sat up straighter. Something in his chest prickled. A pull.

He followed it.

The halls were quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that held its breath.

He found you in the sitting room, curled up on the window seat where the rain could kiss the glass just inches from your face. You didn’t look up as he approached, but you didn’t need to. He saw the way your shoulders tensed when you sensed him, when you knew it was him.

Then he saw the red.

It bloomed beneath your sleeve, staining the delicate fabric. A smear down your forearm. Your hand clutching the wound like you could keep it from spilling further.

Jake’s heart stopped.

He knelt before you without hesitation. “What happened?”

You didn’t answer at first. Your lips trembled, not from pain, but from holding back the truth.

He reached out, fingers ghosting over yours, grounding you. “Who did this, love? Please.”

Your voice was small. “Sooha.”

His stomach twisted.

“Sooha?” he repeated, disbelieving. “She hurt you?”

You nodded, eyes wide. Not with fear of him. Never of him. Just with the ache of betrayal. “She said I needed to ‘know my place.’ That I didn’t belong here.”

Jake’s expression shuttered.

He stood.

There was no rush to his steps, but his presence filled every corridor he walked. Warmth had always clung to Jake like sunlight, but now, it was gone. Replaced by something colder. Sharper.

He found Sooha in the hallway just outside the drawing room, her arms crossed, her posture defensive even before she turned to face him.

“She’s not one of us,” Sooha said before he could speak. “She walks around here like she belongs. Like she’s one of you.”

Jake didn’t answer right away. He just looked at her. And in that stillness, there was a terrible silence.

“She does belong here,” he said finally. Quiet, but resolute. “Because I say she does.”

“She’s just—”

“She’s mine,” he snapped, cutting her off for the first time in his life. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was final. It rang through the air like the slam of a coffin lid. “And you hurt her.”

Sooha faltered.

“I don’t care if you’re human or vampire. You don’t touch someone I care about and think it’ll go unanswered.”

Sooha shrank under the weight of his fury, because Jake’s rage didn’t roar. It scorched. It bled from him like heat from the sun, overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

“If you ever go near her again,” he said, stepping forward just once, “you won’t get to walk away from it.”

He left her standing there, stunned and pale, the thunder outside masking the tremor in her breath.

When he returned to you, you looked up as if expecting the storm to follow him, but when he reached you, it was only with soft hands and an aching expression.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, pulling you gently into his arms, careful of your injury. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve stopped it.”

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, letting his warmth sink into you, feeling the weight of his guilt.

“She said I don’t belong here,” you whispered.

Jake pulled back just enough to cup your cheek, his brows drawn low.

“You belong with me. That’s all that matters.”

And he meant it.

He’d keep you close, now, closer than before. Not because he didn’t trust the world, but because he’d never forgive himself for letting it hurt you again.

Not when he could burn for you instead.

SUNGHOON :

The manor was hushed.

Not silent, no, silence was expected in a house full of immortals. But this hush was something else. Tense. Like the shadows themselves had paused mid-breath, waiting.

Sunghoon felt it the moment he stepped through the front doors. He stopped in the entryway, white snow melting in his hair, on the shoulders of his coat. Something was wrong.

And then he scented it.

Blood.

Warm. Familiar.

Yours.

He vanished from the spot in a blink.

He found you in the music room. You always loved the soft light there, the way it spilled in through the tall windows. But now, you were tucked into the corner like you wanted to disappear, legs drawn up, sleeves pulled down to hide the red still leaking through the fabric.

Your hands were shaking.

He said your name, barely a whisper, and you startled, but when you saw it was him, your eyes filled, brimming with unspoken pain.

“I’m okay,” you breathed.

You weren’t.

He crossed the room in seconds, sinking to one knee in front of you. When he touched your wrist, it was gentle, but his fingers were ice-cold.

“Who did this?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

A name floated between you like smoke.

Sooha.

His stillness turned dangerous.

Sunghoon didn’t move for a long beat. And then he rose.

When he found her, still in the front hall, talking too casually with another vampire, he didn’t speak right away. Just looked at her with the weight of a glacier behind his gaze.

“You hurt her,” he said at last.

Sooha’s smile was thin. “She’s human. She needed to learn her place.”

Sunghoon tilted his head slightly. “sooha, you're also a human.”

ignoring his words she continued, “She acts like she belongs here.”

“She does.” His voice was razor-sharp now. “She belongs here more than you do.”

The temperature in the hall dropped.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t get to mean or not mean. You laid hands on someone under my care.”

His eyes gleamed now, not with rage, but something colder.

“Do you know what that means?” he asked, voice dropping to a whisper. “It means I saw it. Every bruise. Every drop of blood. You made her bleed, and now you owe me.”

He didn’t raise his hand.

He didn’t need to.

He stepped forward, and the air warped around him like it was trying to recoil from the power he held beneath that composed exterior.

Sooha didn’t speak again.

She couldn’t.

Later, when he returned to you, you were still in the music room, but your eyes were closed now, the storm outside humming against the glass.

He sat beside you silently, taking your hand in his without a word.

“I didn’t want you to be upset,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then: “She won’t touch you again.”

You looked at him, and the flicker in his eyes softened just enough to let the real Sunghoon show through, icy and elegant, yes, but with a devotion that ran deeper than any wound.

“I don’t care what blood runs through your veins,” he murmured, brushing a hand down your arm. “You’re mine. That’s the only thing that matters.”

And in that moment, the storm beyond the manor walls felt like nothing compared to the fury he had already silenced, for you.

SUNOO :

The manor always felt different at twilight, golden light dripping through stained glass windows, shadows curling like paint on the floor. Normally, it suited Sunoo. He liked beauty, liked warmth, liked the world when it was soft and slow.

But tonight, the light felt wrong.

Muted. Stained.

Because the scent of your blood clung to the hallway like a bruise.

He found you in the small sunroom, sitting on the window bench where you used to watch the stars with him. But you weren’t watching anything now. Your knees were drawn to your chest, your sweater sleeve soaked with red where it pressed against your side. You were shivering, not from the cold, but from something deeper. Shock. Fear.

He dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, hands flying to yours. “What happened?”

Your lashes fluttered as you looked at him, guilt swimming in your eyes. “It’s not that bad—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

His voice was soft, but it cracked like glass.

And then you whispered the name.

Sooha.

He froze.

Something inside him shifted. His spine straightened. The warmth in his eyes faded, not into anger, but something quieter. More lethal.

“Stay here,” he said, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’ll be right back.”

He stood, smoothing his coat like a prince about to attend a royal execution.

And then he went.

He found Sooha near the grand staircase, laughing lightly with one of the others. But her laughter died the second she saw Sunoo’s expression.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked.

“Did you touch her?” he asked. No preamble. Just a whisper, sweet and sharp.

Sooha’s lips thinned. “She was overstepping. This place isn’t hers.”

Sunoo took one step closer.

“You laid hands on her?” he asked again.

“She needed reminding,” Sooha said, shrugging. “She’s just—”

“Say human again.” His voice cut through the air like a blade. “Say it one more time like it makes her less than you, and I swear, I will make you regret ever walking through these doors.”

Sooha blinked. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“No.” His eyes were glowing now, pale and dangerous. “I’m being merciful.”

He didn’t lunge. Didn’t shout. But the pressure of the air changed. The light dimmed like the manor itself was siding with him.

“You don’t get to touch what’s mine,” he whispered. “You don’t get to bruise her skin and walk away like it didn’t matter.”

And then, his voice cracked, just slightly.

“She trusted you.”

That was the worst of it. The betrayal.

Sooha flinched. But Sunoo had already turned his back.

When he returned to you, you were still by the window, hugging your knees, but the moment you saw him, your face crumpled.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” you said.

Sunoo sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your frame, gently drawing you into him. “You didn’t,” he said softly. “She did.”

You leaned your head on his chest.

“Sunoo…”

“I don’t care what anyone says,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “You belong here. With me. And no one, not even someone like her, gets to make you feel like you don’t.”

His lips brushed your temple.

“I’m not like the others. You know that.” His voice was quieter now. “If someone hurts you… I don’t forget. I don’t forgive.”

And when he pulled you closer, you realized just how far he would go to protect you.

Even from the ones who shared his blood.

JUNGWON :

The rain was falling so hard it drowned out the sounds of the manor itself.

Jungwon stood by the upper landing, staring through the tall windows at the storm outside, his fingers absently drumming against the banister. The others had gone quiet, too quiet. Even the usual echo of footsteps or low conversation had vanished beneath the thunder.

Something was wrong.

He could feel it before he smelled the blood.

The moment it hit him, your blood, he moved.

He took the stairs two at a time, shadows peeling back around him as if they knew to make way. When he found you near the library corridor, slumped against the wall with your hand clutched to your shoulder, his entire body went still.

You looked up at him, lips trembling, eyes wide and glassy with hurt.

“Jungwon…”

He dropped to your side immediately, his coat sweeping around you like a shield. “What happened?” he asked, voice low, calm, but behind his gaze was something burning.

You hesitated. Your fingers tightened over your wound.

“She was upset,” you whispered. “I think, she didn’t like that I’m here. That I’m… like her.”

It only took him a second to understand.

Sooha.

She had always been the only human in a house full of predators, had always carved a place for herself in the quiet spaces they gave her. But you weren’t just another human. You were soft. Kind. Honest. You made space for everyone, and without even trying, you’d drawn the one thing Sooha never could.

His attention.

“She said I was a pet,” you added, voice small. “That you’d get tired of me eventually.”

Jungwon inhaled slowly. Exhaled.

And stood.

He found Sooha in the sitting room, drying her hair with a towel, watching the storm as if she hadn’t done a thing wrong.

“Jealousy,” he said, his voice startling her. “It’s ugly on you.”

Sooha turned. “She doesn’t belong here, Jungwon. She’s not even—”

“Human?” he cut in, tilting his head. “Last I checked, so were you.”

“She’s different,” Sooha snapped. “She’s weak. You act like she matters more than the rest of us—”

“Because she does.”

The words were simple. Unapologetic.

Sooha reeled, mouth parting in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’d throw me aside for someone who’s been here five minutes?”

“You threw yourself aside,” he said, stepping forward now, eyes sharp enough to cut. “When you laid a hand on her, you made that choice.”

The weight in his voice turned the air electric.

“She trusted you,” he continued. “And instead of protecting someone like her, you tried to break her. Because you couldn’t stand being replaced.”

Sooha flinched.

He didn’t scream. Didn’t even raise his tone. But the storm outside seemed to echo his judgment.

“You’re not part of this coven anymore,” he finished. “Leave. Now.”

Sooha opened her mouth, but the finality in his stare silenced her.

When he returned to you, you hadn’t moved from the floor. He knelt and brushed your blood-matted hair from your forehead, hands steady but reverent.

“She’s gone,” he said quietly. “She won’t come near you again.”

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to cause a divide”

“You didn’t,” he said. “She did.”

You looked away, but he gently guided your face back to his. His touch was soft, but there was something fierce in his gaze.

“I don’t want you to doubt your place here,” Jungwon said. “Not for a second.”

“But I’m just—”

“You’re mine.”

His voice was calm. Grounded. And terrifyingly certain.

“And I’ll protect you, always. Even if it’s from one of our own.”

The storm outside roared on. But wrapped in his arms, you finally felt safe.

NIKI :

The manor was restless.

It wasn’t the storm this time, no thunder, no rain. Just a hush that crawled over the old halls like dust, heavy and unnatural. Ni-ki felt it the moment he woke, that eerie stillness that pressed against the windows and seeped into the walls.

Something had happened.

He moved fast, instincts tight and sharp, trailing through corridors that felt colder than usual. It wasn’t until he passed the eastern gallery that he caught the scent.

Blood.

Not vampire.

Yours.

He was running before his thoughts caught up. And when he found you in the alcove behind the staircase, curled in on yourself, your back against the stone wall, trembling, his breath caught in his throat.

“baby—”

He dropped to his knees beside you, panic flaring behind his eyes as he reached out, hands hesitating just before touching you. You looked up slowly, face pale, eyes rimmed with tears, and when you saw it was him, you exhaled in relief.

“She—” you whispered, and your voice cracked.

Ni-ki didn’t need the rest.

“Sooha,” he said under his breath, venom sharp on his tongue.

You nodded, barely.

“She said I don’t belong here,” you continued, and he could hear how hard you were trying not to cry. “That you already had a human. That I was just… taking up space.”

His jaw clenched.

“She pushed me. Hard. I hit the railing on the way down.”

He looked at your side, where the fabric of your shirt was stained dark. He inhaled shakily and stood.

“Don’t move,” he said, and his voice, usually playful, teasing, soft, was quiet and cold.

He found Sooha in the drawing room, alone. The moment she saw him, her expression twisted, defensive, smug.

“She’s fine,” she said before he even spoke. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Ni-ki didn’t speak.

He just stared at her.

“That human shouldn’t be here,” she added. “She doesn’t get it. She’s always following you around like some lost puppy—”

“Don’t talk about her.”

His voice dropped like a blade.

Sooha blinked.

“You laid hands on her?” he asked, stepping closer, his aura rolling out like a rising tide. “Because you were jealous?”

“Ni-ki, you don’t even know her that well. You’re just—”

“I know enough.”

His tone was flat. Final.

“You hurt her,” he continued, quietly. “And I don’t care what excuse you think you have. That’s not something I’ll let go.”

“She’s human,” Sooha snapped. “You’re a vampire. She doesn’t get to take up space in your world like it’s hers.”

“She doesn’t have to,” Ni-ki said. “Because it’s mine. And I chose her.”

Sooha flinched like he’d struck her.

He didn’t linger. He just turned and walked out, his footsteps muffled but certain.

When he returned to you, you were still where he left you, eyes a little duller, your breaths shallow. He crouched down again and helped you sit up properly, this time letting his hand rest gently on your back.

“She’s not going to come near you again,” he said. “I made sure of it.”

You looked at him, surprised by the seriousness in his voice.

“I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“You didn’t,” he said. “She did. And she’s gone now.”

You blinked slowly, the weight of everything finally hitting you. But when Ni-ki noticed your lip trembling, he reached out and wiped at your cheek before you could fully cry.

“I’m bad with this stuff,” he murmured. “But if you’re hurting… I want to know. I want to help.”

Your eyes met his.

“I care about you,” he added, voice softer now. “A lot more than I let on. So don’t shut me out, okay? Don’t disappear on me.”

And then, barely above a whisper:

“You’re mine, too.”

Not a demand.

Not a claim.

Just a truth, quiet, unwavering, and carved into the dark.

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scaramouche is an enigma. you met him when his band, 4ERO, performed at your school, and soon became one of his biggest fans. your first encounter with him was embarrassing—you were caught dancing to one of his songs while cleaning at the cafe where you work at. to be fair, the cafe was closed, and there was no one around! after giving him his order, he left, but not without writing his number on a piece of paper. you two texted nonstop, saw each other often, but then, all of a sudden, he disappeared. hurt and confused, you didn’t know what went wrong. after a month, he came back with apologies, and you took him back. things seemed normal—until it happened again. each time he ghosted you, you forgave him, and it became a never-ending cycle. loving scaramouche is both the best and worst thing in the world. you're just a backburner to him, always his second choice. are you sure you really don’t mind crisping up on his backburner?

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୨୧ 一 WOLF!&TEAM REACTING TO SOOHA HURTING THEIR MATE/IMPRINT

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K :

It wasn’t the blood that broke him.

It was your face, the way your eyes found his through the blur of pain, the silent call in them even as you stumbled back, hand pressed to your side. The scent hit him next. Copper and panic. Wrong, all of it.

And standing too close was her.

Sooha.

K moved before he thought. One breath he was still, the next he was there, heat boiling under his skin, vision tunneling red. He didn’t care if it was an accident. Didn’t care if she’d flinched too late or aimed too wide.

“You touched them,” he said, voice low and razor-edged. “You hurt them.”

His claws flexed at his sides. Fangs bared. His body shook with the effort not to rip something apart. The air changed, thick and charged, ancient fury curling at the edges like smoke.

Sooha didn’t step back, but even she stiffened beneath the weight of it.

“She was in the way”

“No.” The word snapped out of him like a crack of thunder. “You don’t get to explain.”

Behind him, he could hear you breathing, too quick, too shallow, and it carved through him deeper than any wound ever had. He didn’t look at her again, not yet. The threat had been made, carved clean into the air between them.

“If they bleed,” he said, quieter now, colder, “you answer to me.”

He didn’t touch her. Didn’t need to. Every cell in the room knew what would happen if she crossed that line again.

Then K turned.

And everything in him shifted.

His hands, still trembling from rage, found yours with impossible gentleness. He knelt beside you, gaze locking with yours like he was anchoring the both of you back to earth.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a breath. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

But the look he cast back, sharp, unblinking, promised one thing:

Next time, mercy wouldn’t come first.

FUMA :

It was the scent that hit him first.

Not the blood, though that was bad enough, but the fear. Your fear. Dampened, buried, but still there under everything. Sharp as iron. Wrong in his lungs.

He was running before his thoughts caught up.

The world narrowed to the shape of your body on the ground, curled in on yourself, one hand slick with blood. You weren’t crying. You weren’t screaming. But you were shaking, and that was worse.

And there, standing above you, was her.

Sooha.

Something in Fuma’s chest went still. Then cracked.

“Don’t move,” he said, voice low and flat.

She turned, eyes wide, maybe surprised, maybe not, but she didn’t listen fast enough. In a blink he was between you both, every inch of his body coiled and ready.

“You laid hands on them,” Fuma said. No growl, no roar. Just words, cold and final.

“It wasn’t—” Sooha began.

“I don’t care.”

The way he looked at her, empty of warmth, of patience, of the usual calm he was known for, made the trees seem to lean back. Even the wind stilled.

Behind him, your breathing faltered. He didn’t look, didn’t flinch. Just raised his voice slightly, enough to cut through the fog.

“Go.”

For a second, Sooha didn’t move. Then she did, slowly, deliberately, like she knew if she lingered too long, she wouldn’t walk away.

Only when she was gone did he kneel.

The moment he touched you, everything about him changed. His fingers were steady, voice low and careful as he peeled your hand away to see the wound.

“You should’ve called for me,” he said softly. Not accusing. Just… aching.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, but he didn’t believe it. Not really.

“You’re not,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But you will be.”

He didn’t ask what happened. Not yet. Not while you were still bleeding.

But the next time someone touched you like that, anyone, they’d learn just how deep Fuma’s calm really ran.

And how far he’d go when it finally broke.

NICHOLAS :

He didn’t know what hit him first, the scent of blood, or the sudden stillness in the air.

But when Nicholas saw you, everything inside him snapped.

You were upright, barely, one hand braced against a tree, the other pressed to a wound that bloomed red through your clothes. Your jaw was tight. You weren’t crying, you never cried, but your eyes darted up the second you felt him near.

and standing next to you was Sooha.

Nicholas’s body moved before his thoughts did. He was in front of you in an instant, shielding, seething. His claws hadn’t extended yet, but they were close.

“What the hell did you do?” he said, voice flat but shaking underneath.

Sooha’s expression hardened. “They got in the way”

“Wrong answer.”

He didn’t yell. He didn’t need to. The weight in his voice was worse than shouting, cold, cracking, on the edge of losing control.

You shifted behind him, trying to steady yourself. He could hear it in your breath. The quiet effort to stay upright. The stubbornness of not letting it show.

But he could smell your pain. Taste it. It made his vision pulse.

“She didn’t mean—” you tried, but he cut you off gently.

“Don’t defend her.”

His hand moved back, brushing your arm like a promise. Then he turned back to Sooha, eyes glowing low.

“You ever lay a hand on them again, and I won’t stop at warnings.”

Sooha didn’t argue. Not this time. She backed off without a word.

Once she was gone, Nicholas turned, catching you before your legs gave. He held you like you weighed nothing, lowering you to sit against the tree.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing blood from your cheek.

You nodded. “Been worse.”

He huffed a bitter breath. “Doesn’t mean I’ll accept this.”

His hand curled gently around yours, grounding you.

“They’re not going to get away with it,” he said quietly, voice steel beneath the softness. “Not when it’s you.”

And behind his steady touch and careful hands was the storm he refused to let loose, unless someone gave him a reason.

EJ :

It didn’t register at first.

The blood, the torn sleeve, the way you winced when you moved, it all blurred into static around the thunder in Euijoo’s head.

Then he saw her.

Sooha.

And everything went still.

He was by your side in a breath, crouching low, hands hovering just above your injury like he was afraid touching it would make it worse. His voice came quiet. Shaky.

“Who did this?”

You tried to speak, but he already knew. His gaze cut across the clearing, finding Sooha without needing to search.

“You hurt them,” he said, softly, too softly.

Sooha stood straighter. “It wasn’t intentional.”

But Euijoo didn’t blink. Didn’t even move. “Doesn’t matter.”

There was no growl. No snarl. But his aura twisted the air, charged with something cold and ancient and deadly calm. His claws didn’t need to show for the threat to land.

“They’re mine,” he said, as if that alone should’ve stopped her. “You don’t touch what’s mine.”

“Euijoo,” you whispered behind him, voice strained. “I’m okay…”

He turned halfway, eyes flicking to yours. His expression crumbled just a little.

“You shouldn’t have to be okay after that.”

Then he looked back at Sooha, still kneeling beside you, but his presence felt larger, darker.

“I won’t ask you to explain it,” he said. “But I will ask you to remember this feeling. The line you crossed.”

Sooha didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. The line had been drawn.

He turned back to you fully, brushing a trembling hand through your hair, checking the wound like every inch of your pain was his own.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You’re safe now.”

But as he helped you stand, steadying you with one arm, the look he threw over his shoulder was quiet and lethal, a warning dressed in ice.

Next time, he wouldn’t be so calm.

YUMA :

The second he caught the scent of your blood, Yuma’s world narrowed.

It didn’t matter how far he was or who else was there, he was already running, heart hammering, breath shallow. And when he found you, doubled over, blood dripping between your fingers, something inside him snapped.

“What the hell happened?” His voice hit the clearing before he did, sharp and low, already breaking apart at the edges.

You looked up, pale but defiant. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

But it was.

Yuma barely spared you a glance before turning, and there she was.

Sooha.

Standing too close. Looking too calm.

“You did this?” he asked, voice flat. Cold.

“It was a mistake,” she said quickly. “She got in the way.”

“In the way?” Yuma echoed, a humorless laugh breaking through his clenched teeth. “You think that makes it better?”

His posture shifted. Shoulders drawn tight. Hands curled into fists. His wolf wanted out, fangs, claws, everything. But he held it back. Just barely.

“She’s my imprint,” he said, voice rough with fury. “You don’t lay a hand on her. You don’t look at her like that.”

Sooha stood her ground, but the air around Yuma had turned volatile, humming with the promise of violence. If it weren’t for your hand brushing his arm, grounding him, he might’ve crossed the line right there.

“Yuma,” you said softly, even as pain crept through your voice. “Don’t.”

He looked at you then. Really looked. And what he saw, the tight grip you had on your side, the red soaking through your shirt, nearly undid him.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, breath catching.

“I told you,” you managed, ever-stubborn. “It’s fine.”

He shook his head once, jaw clenched tight. “No. It’s not.”

Then he turned back to Sooha, expression carved from stone.

“This is the only time I let this go,” he said. “You don’t get another.”

And with that, he was at your side, lifting you with an arm around your waist, every motion careful like you were made of glass.

“Don’t talk,” he murmured as you leaned against him. “Just let me take care of it.”

But the silence he left behind crackled with warning.

Next time, he wouldn’t ask questions first.

JO :

The moment Jo saw the blood on your clothes, his heart stopped.

You were on the ground, one hand pressed to your side, the other braced against the earth like it was the only thing keeping you upright. Your eyes found his, wide, dazed, and he was moving before he even registered it.

“No, no, no—” The words tumbled out in a whisper, panic rising like bile.

He dropped to his knees beside you, hands hovering, afraid to touch. “What happened?”

You blinked slowly. “It’s not bad. I just—”

“Who did this?” he cut in, sharper than he meant to be.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

Because he heard the footsteps behind him, too casual. Too calm.

Sooha.

His eyes snapped up, glowing faintly, just enough to betray the instinct clawing to the surface. “You.”

“She got in the way,” Sooha said flatly. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

Jo stood slowly, something unrecognizable creeping across his face. He was quiet, always had been. The one who smiled, who soothed, who kept the peace.

But there was no calm left now.

“You hurt her.” His voice was quiet, dangerously so.

“It wasn’t personal,” Sooha replied.

Jo’s jaw twitched. “Everything’s personal when it comes to her.”

The air around him thickened, humming with the weight of a bond you’d never seen him speak of aloud. But now it was raw, exposed, barely restrained. His wolf wasn’t snarling or howling, it was staring straight through Sooha like she was prey.

“You don’t get to touch her,” he said, low and even. “Ever.”

Sooha didn’t flinch. But she didn’t speak again, either.

Jo turned back to you then, all the fury bleeding from his face in a single breath. He knelt, his touch gentle as he gathered you into his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I’m here.”

You leaned into him, wincing softly, and he held you tighter, as if shielding you from everything, even fate.

But when he looked up again, eyes meeting Sooha’s from beneath his lashes, there was no softness left.

If it happened again, he wouldn’t be quiet about it.

HARUA :

Harua’s focus was sharp as always, until it wasn’t.

The moment he noticed the blood, everything around him seemed to blur, the trees, the breeze, the very air itself. His instincts kicked in with a force he couldn’t ignore, even as he saw you, struggling to stay upright, clutching your side.

The sound of your shallow breathing was the only thing he could hear, the rest of the world falling away.

“Hey,” he called to you softly, crouching beside you. His hand hesitated over yours before gently wrapping around it. “Look at me.”

You blinked, a forced, tired smile pulling at your lips. “I’m fine, Harua. Just a scratch.”

His eyes darkened, his gaze falling to the wound that was still bleeding, the blood stark against your clothes. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek.

“No,” he said quietly, his voice a calm mask that barely masked the tension under it. “You’re not fine.”

The moment he stood, his presence shifted, something deeper, more dangerous simmering just beneath the surface. Harua wasn’t the type to show anger, but this was different. You were different.

It wasn’t just the sight of you hurt, it was the knowledge that someone had done it. Someone had hurt you.

When he turned to face Sooha, his eyes glowed faintly, cold and sharp.

“You hurt her,” Harua said, the calmness in his voice at odds with the storm behind his eyes. “That’s a mistake.”

Sooha seemed unbothered, unaffected. “She got in the way. It wasn’t intentional.”

Harua’s lips curled into a thin line. “It doesn’t matter. You hurt her.”

Sooha tilted her head, unconcerned. “I said it wasn’t on purpose.”

Harua stepped closer, his wolf seething beneath his skin. His composure was holding, but just barely. “Doesn’t matter. You don’t get to touch her, not ever.”

For a second, there was silence, thick and heavy, like the world itself had stopped breathing. Then, Harua’s gaze softened as he turned back to you, kneeling once more at your side.

“You’re safe now,” he said quietly, voice laced with a gentleness that only you seemed to draw out of him. “I’ve got you.”

You looked at him, eyes heavy with fatigue, but you managed a soft smile. “I knew you’d come.”

He smiled back, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His fingers brushed your hair back softly, the warmth of his touch betraying the storm swirling inside him.

Then he turned his head slightly, just enough to lock eyes with Sooha.

“If I ever find you near her again,” he said, each word weighted with quiet fury, “it won’t be a mistake. Understand?”

Sooha didn’t answer, but she backed away without another word. Harua didn’t move, watching her until she was gone.

His attention returned to you, his focus narrowing. You were his now, and that was something no one could take from him. Not ever.

TAKI :

Taki’s world had always been easygoing, a relaxed pace, a careful watch, a balance between his wolf instincts and his sense of humor. But that world shattered the moment he saw the blood.

It wasn’t a lot, but it didn’t matter. The sight of it was enough to set something off inside him. You hurt, stumbling a few steps back, trying to hide the pain. The way you looked at him, eyes wide with uncertainty, maybe more tired than you let on.

Taki’s usual calm façade cracked, and all that was left was an instinct to protect.

His gaze snapped to Sooha, and for the first time, there was no playful grin on his face. Just sharp, dangerous intensity.

“What did you do?” His voice was low, even, but underneath it lay the tremor of something barely restrained. His claws flexed, a tick of tension in his hands.

Sooha raised an eyebrow, a look of indifference in her gaze. “It wasn’t intentional. It’s just a scratch.”

Taki took a slow, deliberate step toward her, each movement precise, like he was sizing up his next move. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held the storm of his wolf.

“You shouldn’t have touched her,” he said, his voice unwavering but with an edge that was unmistakable. The shift in the air was palpable, like something ancient was stirring just beneath his skin.

Sooha barely flinched. “It wasn’t like that. She’s fine.”

“No,” Taki growled, his chest tightening. “She’s not fine. And you’re gonna learn that you don’t hurt what’s mine.”

The words hung in the air, charged with a protectiveness that was sudden, fierce. Sooha’s dismissive attitude seemed to falter at the weight of Taki’s words.

Taki’s attention snapped back to you. He crossed the space between you two in a heartbeat, dropping to his knees beside you. His hand hovered over your injury, careful not to cause more pain but not showing any hesitation. His usual teasing smile was gone, replaced by something more serious, more tender.

“You’re okay, right?” His voice softened, and the warmth in his eyes softened the storm in his chest.

You met his gaze, your breath uneven, but you offered him a faint smile. “I’ll be fine. Just a scratch.”

But Taki wasn’t convinced. His lips pressed into a thin line as he inspected the wound again, his eyes flicking up to Sooha, the silent warning in his gaze unmistakable.

“You better not make that mistake again,” he said, his tone cool, controlled, but with an underlying fury that was impossible to miss.

Sooha raised her hands in mock surrender, but Taki didn’t turn away from her until he was sure you were safe. His fingers gently cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back to him.

“We’re getting you somewhere safe,” he murmured, his words wrapping around you like a promise. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

MAKI :

It was quiet when Maki arrived.

Too quiet.

No birdsong, no breeze, just the smell of blood, yours, and the slow thrum of danger curling low in his gut.

You were still on your feet, barely. One hand pressed to your ribs, blood slipping between your fingers. Your eyes flicked up at the sound of him, and that alone, the way you looked for him, even in pain, made something snap in his chest.

Then he saw her.

Sooha.

Standing not far, calm like nothing had just happened.

His voice, when it came, was quiet. “What happened?”

Sooha didn’t flinch. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

Maki stepped forward. Not fast. Not loud. But the weight of him was enough to shift the air. “Doesn’t matter.”

There was no snarl in his voice, no teeth bared. But that only made it worse. His fury came quiet. Cold. A warning wrapped in stillness.

“You hurt her,” he said, stopping only a few feet away. “You crossed a line.”

Sooha’s tone edged with annoyance. “She got in the way.”

Maki tilted his head. Not a twitch in his face. “No. You just didn’t care.”

Behind him, your breath hitched, and that sound, that small, broken sound, undid whatever control he had left.

He turned his back on Sooha without another word.

You didn’t protest when he reached you. You didn’t have to. He moved slow, his hands steady as they found yours, pulling them gently away from the wound.

“Let me see,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, too tired to speak.

His jaw clenched, eyes darkening as he took in the damage. But when he looked at you, his expression softened again. Careful. Deep.

“She shouldn’t have touched you,” he said, quiet but certain.

You gave a tired half-smile. “I’ve had worse.”

He didn’t smile back. “You won’t again.”

Behind him, Sooha was still watching. But Maki didn’t care. His body blocked you from her, his energy alone a threat that needed no teeth.

If she tried anything again, there would be no second warning.

And she knew it.

Word count : 3408 | serapharua, 2025.

[escriterise]

Me and Avery on each other's asks but we're both girls ( @xoxoavry )

[callmevenus]

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[pittsick]

if i dare say patrick zweig x user song

[never-rxne]

rune you deserve the biggest forehead kiss ever for the stray reader fic oh my god.... it's 2:22am and you have me smiling and kicking my feet like wtf. that's ADORABLE. I LOVE IT.

the like,, unspokenness?? like leaving the window open, looking down alleys as she's walking down the street but never outright saying like "i leave the window open for you/i look for you" it's just so SOFT and it's so comforting and it's so nice to have something like... familiarly friendly likw that ykwim?? oh my GOODNESS.

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HJBCVBMSJSD I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!! i know i mentioned this fic idea like a month ago thank you for your patience :,))

and AAAUUHGHHGH YEAAHHH i'm a sucker for this dynamic i swear i was losing my mind screaming into my pillow as i wrote it... thank you so much for reading <3333

[tetzoro]

Zoro in skypeia goggles or elbaf mask? 😏

BOTH OFC !!! wait .. this is making me think… like the vast difference between fucking skypeia zoro and elbaf zoro is making me sooo so dizzy

skypeia zoro is inexperienced, a virgin who prioritizes studying the blade rather than chasing women like a certain other member on the crew. the way you ride him has him transfixed, slack jawed as he sloppily thrusts up into you, chasing the lick of forbidden pleasure he’s deprived himself for so long.

then to elbaf zoro, that unsure man has evolved into a beast that relishes in consuming you. an absolute monster like the generation he spawned from that treats your pleasure as his own, gripping onto your hips as he relentlessly thrusts into you. he’s precise, practiced, but every action is simmering with an undying love that’s birthed from devotion.

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what do y'all know about paul by big thief 🥀🥀