#Ayno fluff

[haechanhues]

H O U S E  O F  C A R D S

summary : you want more and to certify that for yourself - you learn to play the game and collect your cards.  

chapter eight : noh yoonoh 

masterlist | prev / next

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 12 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (be safe!)

Word Count: 2752

AU: Ok. TMI: I suffer from depression which means that I either can’t stop writing, or can’t make myself write...which is why it takes me forever. And sometimes I have writing ADD (well, I have that too...) and I can write 100 words on 5 different things, but not 500 words on one thing. I’m so sorry. Really. 

This should have been done in Dec of 19. It was finished in June of 20. I’m not sure anyone is still reading this. Is anyone here? If so, and you want me to keep going, send me a message. You can send anon. If you’re still here, thank you. Really- thank you.

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year

On the 12th Day of Christmas: You & Ayno Brought Each Other Joy

The week leading up to Christmas had been bliss. With the exception of a few social obligations, you’d had absolutely nothing planned- leading you to spend your days in pajamas and lazing around on the couch and in bed with Ayno. It was just like when he had arrived in October- not having to be around anyone else or pretend to be human had allowed him to revert to bad-boy demon mode and it had pretty much turned into an eight day fuck fest. It had been a whole week of pure indulgence- the words “no” and “stop” never fell from your lips, but you had uttered plenty of “yes”, “more” and “don’t stop”. It was a good thing you didn’t have to go back to work until after New Year’s Day and it was turtleneck season, because your neck was a patchwork of purples and magenta, and your inner thighs were bruised beyond belief…you felt like you existed in a permanently blissed out state.

It wasn’t the only thing you did: You braved the cold to go see White Christmas on the big screen, and again to go to the Christmas carol sing-along at the college. You had been suckered into attending a cookie exchange, and although baking was still a disaster for him, Ayno cheerfully made the dough but left the actual baking of the cookies to you…and you left the eating of the cookies you brought back home to him.

Your favorite thing by far was all the moments when you just cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence; or the opposite when you talked endlessly to each other about everything. But either way, you were always wrapped in Ayno’s arms- often snuggled against his chest, breathing in the spicy earthy smell that was uniquely his.

You passed on going to your mom’s house for Christmas Eve- you were unwilling to leave Ayno at home, but you weren’t sure they were all ready for each other after the Thanksgiving fiasco. Instead you opted to spend the afternoon in the kitchen with him, drinking wine and cooking dinner, stealing kisses, and laughing uncontrollably as he would break out into random dances to Christmas carols on the radio.

The two of you went through a whole bottle of wine while you cooked plus another entire bottle of wine at dinner, and it caught up to you around 10 as you were laying on top of Ayno, who was gently rubbing your back as you watched “While You Were Sleeping”. Your eyes grew heavy, and you felt Ayno pick you up and carry you to bed. He climbed in and spooned up behind you, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck, and wrapping his strong arms around you.

*          *          *

It was a little before two when you woke up cold and alone. You slipped out from between the covers and wrapping the throw blanket at the end of the bed around your shoulders, went in search of your demon and his unnatural body heat.

You found him- sitting on a blanket on the living room floor, knees pulled to his chest and his chin resting on them, gazing up at his beautiful glowing Christmas tree.

“Ayno? You ok?” you asked softly. He unfolded himself and opened his arms, beckoning to you with his hands. You went straight to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you to lay on the floor with him. “Did I wake you?”, he asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “I was trying to be quiet.”

“No. I was just cold…and I missed you being next to me. I know the not needing sleep thing makes it boring just laying there.”

“I do not mind. I like looking at you when you sleep. You are so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes I talk to you…”

“I’ve never heard you…”

He smiled and spoke in barely a whisper “I am very quiet. And I speak in my language so it will seem like background noise to you.”

You giggled, “What do you say? Are you telling me demon bedtime stories?”

He laughed lightly, “I do not think we have those…our stories are not the kind of thing that helps people sleep.”

“I don’t know…you seem to help me sleep…”

Ayno smiled and gave a slight laugh “That is not because I am telling you soothing stories, it is because I wear you out…” he said as he brought his lips to yours.

His kisses were achingly soft as he lifted you and slipped your shirt off over your head. You felt the cold sting your nipples to rigid attention. Ayno cupped your breast and let his thumb graze lightly over the bud as he lowered you back down to the blanket. His hands traveled down your sides and waist until he hooked his fingers into the waist of your pajama shorts and underwear so he could pull them off as he continued down your legs to your feet. He reached down and slowly ran his hands from thigh to ankle, and cupping your heel he brought your foot to his lips, delicately kissing the ball, arch and heel before bringing his lips to your ankle bone and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your calf, the back of your knee, and up your inner thigh. You could feel his hands running soothingly up and down the outside of your leg as he went. You giggled as he nipped gently at your inner thighs “Mmm what are you doing No?” He smiled against your skin. “I am memorizing you. So even if I spent a thousand years in the circles of hell, I would still know every line and every curve.” He skipped over the place you most wanted him to touch and instead went straight to your other inner thigh kissing and nipping and working his way back down to your foot just as he had on the other side. After he had kissed each of your toes gently from biggest to smallest, he leveraged himself over you, and starting at your hip bone begin placing kisses in an arc just above your pubic bone before stroking his cheeks on your stomach, and ghosting kisses around your belly button. You ran your fingers into his hair, thumbs brushing over his temples and cheekbones as you breathed soft sighs of contentment. While you kept wanting Ayno to rough you up a little bit now and then, there was no denying that when he loved you gently you melted under his touch. His lips continued to explore your skin as he worked his way up your body, leaving gentle touches in the valley between your breasts, and then gently circling your mounds until he placed his hot mouth over your cold nipples, swirling his tongue and sucking. He ran his hands from your hips up your sides and breasts over your shoulders and down your arms until he reached your hands, threading his fingers between yours, and lifting your hands over your head. Ayno lowered his body and positioned himself at your entrance while still gently kissing your face and neck. He pushed himself inside at a slow steady pace, until he filled you completely. He stayed there, his body was flush with yours, creating as much skin on skin contact as possible. He pressed his cheek to yours as he continued kissing and sucking your neck and earlobe as he gently thrust into you at a steady pace. You closed your eyes, focusing on the incredible feeling of his weight on you, all over you, moving inside you. Wishing there was a way to get even closer, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Ayno lifted his head and kissed you passionately. He stayed close, nuzzling your nose with his, and lips still brushing yours and leaving fleeting kisses. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the tender look in his eyes caused your breath hitch. He looked deeply into your eyes with that soul penetrating gaze he had. “Thank you for keeping me. In all my years, nothing compares to these last weeks. Nothing even comes close.”   His words left you speechless, so you squeezed his hands and brought your mouth to his, hoping you could convey your emotions in the kiss. You felt his thrusts gaining speed and getting more intense. The familiar heat began to build in your belly, your toes tingled, stars appeared in your vision and you keened softly when Ayno hit the spot that made your legs start shaking and your whole-body jolt.  Your walls tightened around him as he took you over the edge. He slowed his pace, his hands squeezing yours tightly until he thrust into you one last time. He laid there and kissed you tenderly as his body softened and he could slide out of you without overstimulating you. 

 You had no idea how long you just laid there in each other’s arms just nuzzling and kissing, but Ayno’s bond with you told him you needed some after care. He wrapped you in your blanket before he padded off to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later, pajamas having magically reappeared on his body, with ice water and snacks- which he promptly began feeding you.

 “Do you want your present now?”, he asked, looking over at the tree, barely able to contain his excitement.

“It’s not Christmas yet!”, you laughed.

He pointed at the clock. “It is three hours past midnight. It is Christmas Day.”

Technically he was right, and he looked so hopeful.

“Ok,ok! Do you want yours?”

“I get a present too?”

“Of course you get a present! Did you really think I wouldn’t get you something?”, you said with mock offense.

He grinned. “Never got a present before! ...never celebrated Christmas before either. I did not really expect anything...already have you, so I consider myself spoiled anyway.”

If any other person had ever said that to you, you would have considered it the cheesiest fake line ever...but you knew Ayno meant it with utter sincerity.

He reached under the tree and pulled out a brown cardboard gift box

“You first!”, he said excitedly. “If you do not like it, tell me and I will fix it.” He seemed a little nervous. What kind of presents did demons give exactly? You undid the bow and cautiously opened the lid. You parted the tissue paper and pulled out a long, wide scarf that had been knit in an intricate open pattern out of soft cloud-like yarn in the most luscious color you had ever seen. “Do you like it?” he asked as he took it from you and began to drape it around your neck.

“Ayno, this is beautiful! …it’s so soft! …and the color is amazing…where did you get this?”

Ayno smiled shyly, “I made it for you.”

You sat staring at him with your mouth hanging open. “You made it???”

“Mmm-hmm. There is a shop downtown called “Knitch”. It is populated mostly with women who are nearer to death than not. They practice the old arts by using sticks and hooks to make things from fibers. I liked watching them. They noticed my interest, so they showed me how to do it…apparently I am clever with my hands. Do…do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s beautiful. I’ve never had someone make me a gift… I had no idea you could do this. I don’t ever want to take it off.”

He smiled proudly. “Now I will know you are warm when I am not with you. It is made from the hair of an alpaca and an angora rabbit, so we will have to clean it carefully.” He paused as he fluffed and adjusted it around your neck. “I am so relieved it pleases you…I was afraid you would not like it.”

 You took a small box out from under the tree. “I feel a little guilty about yours now. It seems so impersonal.”, you said as you somewhat reluctantly handed him the box.

Ayno’s face glowed as he turned the box over in his hands and ran his fingers over the foil paper. “So shiny! You wrap so well. I must learn this from you.” You expected him to rip into it with the fervor of a five-year-old, but he surprised you by carefully removing the tape at the seams and unfolding the edges. He lifted the paper away to reveal the gleaming white box with the holographic rectangle and number. He looked at it curiously before sliding the lid off and staring wide eyed at the object inside. He looked at you, and back at the box, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “For me??”

“Yes.”

“It is real? I may use it?”

You laughed. “Of course it’s real. And I got it so you could use it.”

He gently lifted it out and turned it over in his hands. “It looks just like yours! It even has the little apple on it!”

“Yes- we have the same model iPhone. But you have your own phone number. I hated that we had no way to get in touch with each other during the day, and well…it seems like you’re going to be staying awhile…”

You looked up into his face, his dark eyes filled with affection. He pulled you back into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck beneath the scarf. You realized that for you, giving Ayno his own phone had been a practical decision…but for Ayno it was far more: he had keenly observed that couples seemed to be linked by their phones – sending texts, calling, shared calendars and lots of pictures. While you had verbally acknowledged the relationship- and your desire to continue it…to him this was a physical symbol of that: a sign that you had accepted- and desired him as something fixed in your life.

“So exciting! Now I will look like everyone else at the coffee shop!” he said grinning.

“We can set it up and order you a case tomorrow, well, later today,” you said as you watched him power it on. “…or right now…”

“Can I play Candy Crush on it??”

“Yes, but you’ll have to start back at level 1.”

He was undeterred. “That is ok. Then I will have three stars on all my levels.” he said giving you a pointed look.

“So many languages…” he said scrolling through the list to make his choice.

“Is yours there?” you asked curiously.

He laughed “I think not…although more of us have cell phones than you might imagine.”

He happily set about picking a background, chose dark mode, let it scan his face for ID, set up a passcode (your birthday), found the app store and began downloading Candy Crush and Snapchat. Then he opened his “contacts” icon, pushed the “+” sign and handed his phone to you. You typed in your name, cell and office numbers, e-mail, and the apartment address.

“No picture?” he said as you handed it back to him. “Well, it’s the picture that will take up your whole screen when I call… so I’ll send you one that wouldn’t embarrass you…or me…to have everyone see it.” you explained.

Suddenly his face lit up. He pulled you into his lap, and turned on the camera to portrait mode, flipped it to front facing, and held his arm high as he brought his head next to yours and snapped his phone’s first selfies. He smiled with joy as he gazed at the two of you: still flushed with afterglow, colored lights reflecting off his blonde hair, bright smiles and all wrapped in each other’s arms. He immediately set it as his lock screen. “You don’t think we’ve taken better pictures?” you asked looking at your happy but disheveled faces .

He shook his head, “Look at us”, he said admiring the pic again, “so beautiful- happiness…affection...look how we fit together…all that is good in your world is reflected in us here. Now I have this moment forever.”

You threw your arms around him and held him as tight as you could. His arms came around you, holding you fast against him, his fingers in your hair and his soft cheek rubbing against yours. You wished you could stop time so this feeling would never end.

“Merry Christmas, Ayno”, you whispered.

“Merry Christmas.”

[yourfavkpopgurl]

VAV reaction to you cooking while wearing their shirts/sweaters ( cause we all know they giant men and anyone would drown in their clothes)

A/n: agh I love this! Ty for requesting:)

VAV reaction to you cooking while wearing their shirt.

St.van

When he saw you in his shirt, he would immediately give you a back hug and tell how cute you look in it. "Baby, you look gorgeous, pls wear my shirts more often"

Baron

I need this hair back omg

He would have the biggest smile and tell you how much he loves you and gives you a kiss on your forehead 🥺.

Ace

I think he would be flustered to see you in his shirt when he came home from practice. You were making dinner and he greeted you with a kiss, and whispered in your ear how adorable you look.

Ayno

Sunshine

When he saw you in his shirt, he would UwU so hard and literally run to you to give you the biggest and softest hug of your life ^^.

Jacob

I'm a bit srry for this one XD

He would come downstairs from taking a shower and would ask you were his fav shirt went. When he saw it on you, he would bit his lip and walk to you. "So you're the one who stole my shirt" he would turn you around and you said something like. "Baby, I'm cookin-" but he would cut you off with a long but sweet kiss. "You can keep it. You look stunning with it" he would wink and look for another shirt to wear.

(I'm so getting biaswrecked help)

Lou

Okay first of all. You would look SO tiny in this giant baby's shirt😫 he couldn't help but laugh when he saw you wearing his shirt. He would just like st.van, hug you from behind and give sweet kisses on your neck and cheek. "Baby that tickles, I'm cooking" you would giggle. He would hug you even tighter and tell you how much he loves you UwU.

Ziu

Big babie #2

Hmm, I think he would just like Lou, laugh a bit when he saw you wearing his buzz lightyear shirt, that looked to big on you. He wouldn't want to admit it but his heart just melted 🤭. He would be just as excited to see you in his shirt as for the food. XD.

I hope you liked this ^^ I'm sorry if some of them are too short 😣if you want, I'll rewrite those members. ❤ this honestly brought my soft stan self out so much 😫❤it's literally 7 am here and I didnt had sleep yet but I just couldn't wait to write this XD.

[excusemyobsessions]

A market date with a good-looking man (x Ayno)

VAV’s Ayno

Word count: 730 words

Scenario: From sweet @excindrela​: “Hello Lady Mel! Did I see you write for VAV? May I request a one shot with Ayno? (Preferably something fluffy & fun - I've got enough angst in my life right now!) Thank you!!” (Another Anon after I asked for a clutch scenario: “Ayno takes you on a first date to the outdoor market & buys you lots of little treats & goodies”)

Genre: One shot, Soft, Fluff, Gender neutral

Little note: And so I return with something this soft. This just so happens to be my dream date haha Please enjoy it!

When you casually mentioned you should go on a date somewhere, Yoonho instantly asked if he could take you to the traditional outdoor market in Seoul. He was so suddenly excited about it that even if you had anything against the idea (which you didn’t because it sounded fun) you would have probably said yes anyway.

And so, on one of his free days, you two dressed warmly, in opposite colors because you two found it cute, and took off to take the bus there. 

He wore a cap and a mask and while you two stood on the bus stop, you took the chance to snuggle up to his side, both of you with your hands shoved deep inside your pockets because of the cold.

The market was everything you had ever expected it to be. It was colorful, busy, loud and fragranced. Yoonho took your hand and kept a firm grip on it the whole time you walked through the market. It was way warmer inside so he ended up removing his mask and you could see his whole face as he answered all your questions with a smile. Every couple of stands you’d ask what this or that was and he’d patiently explain it to you, often chuckling at your reactions to things. There was so much that was new to you that you were just ecstatic, going through everything.

As you walked by different things, he’d tell you you should try this or that and even if you only halfheartedly agreed, he’d instantly ask for things. Seeing a good-looking young man, most of the ahjummas would give him a little extra something “because he was good-looking” they’d say. You found the whole situation so funny you kept giggling in secret as he thanked profusely, visibly embarrassed.

“I guess I need to bring you along with me to markets more often.” You joked as you popped some extra sweets he’d gotten at one of the stands into your mouth.

The way he laughed in such an embarrassed way made your heart overflow and you just had to step closer to him and press a kiss to his shoulder.

At the end, when you two got tired of wandering around, he suggested you’d sit down enjoying tteokbokki and a drink, which you agreed to. You two went to find a table and he insisted he’d go get the food and drinks and that you should just wait for him, which you ultimately did, sitting there by yourself, watching your surroundings as you waited for him. It did take him a little bit to get back to you, and when he did, he had a soft flush on his cheeks, like he was hot.

“Thank you.” You told him, reaching across the table to stroke your cold fingers against his warm cheek.

“Oh my god… you’re welcome.” He breathed out, leaning into your cold touch.

You laughed and kept your hand against his cheek for a little longer until you felt your fingers getting warmer against his skin and decided to remove your hand. He took off his jacket when you moved away and you popped a bit of food into your mouth in the meantime. You two sat there, enjoying your food peacefully, exchanging lighthearted words about everything and nothing. When you were done, he turned towards his jacket and started looking for something in his pockets.

“Here,” He offered, pulling out two bracelets out of his pocket. “One for you and one for me.” He explained, handing one out to you.

“This is why you took so long to get the food?” You asked with an amused smile, to which he responded with a half laughed out “Yeah.”.

You looked at the bracelet and couldn’t help but smile. It was a hand-braided thin bracelet, and the two were opposite colors.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him and he smiled back at you, shrugging. “Put it on for me?” You asked, raising out your arm.

He took the bracelet off your hand and wrapped it around your wrist, tightening it just right and after that, you did the same for him. It just so happened that you decided to put the bracelets on your opposite arms so when you decided to leave and took each other’s hand, you were connected by tangled fingers and bracelet strips.

Blog guide

[kpophours]

[3:40am] Loud bass, rhythmic music and bright, colorful lights: the night is making your skin crawl with excitement and electricity, heart pounding loudly inside your chest. You drown the last bits of your drink, finally making your way back towards the dance floor, quickly joining your friends again. You let the loud music wash over you, close your eyes and throw your arms above your head, hips swinging from side to side. You usually don’t go clubbing, but when you do, you try to make the most of the night. It’s late - or early? - when a pair of strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer against a familiar body. “You are radiant.” Yoonho’s voice is low in your ear and you shiver involuntarily. You turn around, still in his arms, and smile up at him. His dark eyes reflect the colorful lights of the club, his smile shining even brighter. “You made it.”, you answer, arms sliding around his neck and lips hungrily pressing against his own soft ones. He smiles into the kiss, tightening his arms around you. “Seeing you dance? Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby girl.” With that, he twirls you around and you both get lost in the feeling of your bodies moving together, the music and bass swirling around you with the bright, colorful lights accompanying them, connecting you with every other person enjoying the night. You can’t help but laugh at the feeling of pure bliss shooting through your whole body, making you feel careless and free. Yoonho answers your laugh with one of his own, suddenly stopping his fluid dance moves to pull you closer again, pressing his flushed body against yours. “I love you.”, he murmurs against your lips, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You giggle at his cuteness, grab his face between your hands and pull him down towards you to kiss him again. “I love you more.”, you answer breathlessly and are thanked with a brilliant smile, before he twirls you around again. You close your eyes and begin to laugh at his infectious excitement, letting yourself be carried away by the moment. The night feels infinite. 

[honeykyyun]

Appreciation post for these hotties

[mileyjassie]

"𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝕸𝖊?"

Pairing: Ayno (VAV) x reader

Genre: Suggestive (but pretty romantic tho)

Word Count: 4K

Synopsis: You're afraid of start loving someone you know nothing about, but he will show you that he's not that different from you. Remembering that English is not my mother language so sorry for any mistakes

You shouldn't be there, you didn't like it, you didn't like the place and didn't like the people.

It would be normal to see yourself in your house looking at the mirror before going to sleep and then going to bed, but by coincidence you decided to go, and by coincidence you saw him that night. You would not speak to someone like him, you would not approach for personal reasons but not by prejudgement. But by coincidence, that time, that one time, you sat with him, and he sat with you. It was an exception, just that one time.

He was different, he was really different from you. Curiosity could soon be discovered in your watchful eyes. His dark hair hid the sight of his eyes, but by the pool of that house sometimes when the lights danced above you, you could see a spot of light hidden in his well-designed eyes. The way he looked at you was different from the way others looked at him.

He had seen something in you, something that seemed clear. But you couldn't understand what was holding you to that person. What drew you so much attention? His appearance was already peculiar, it was already something to become personal, so you knew it was not his appearance that got you sitting next to him for so long.

— Did I get your attention? ... — He asked quietly, discreetly, even if the party around didn't ask for it. You almost saw a nice smile come out of the corner of his mouth, but it didn't happen anyway. — It usually happens ... did I scare you? ...

— You didn't scare me, I don't think you're scary ... You look like that because you like it more, it doesn't scare me.

He remained silent and calm, moving minimally for any gesture. It would be a risky bet to characterize him as shy, but you kept thinking it was, for you it was a good guess that maybe some others would not agree.

— What caught your attention about me? ... — He asked in the same tone, but you couldn't look at him for much, the lights were dim, he could hide his gaze, but he didn't feel like he was doing it.

— I'm trying to find out ...

He nodded slightly, without complications. It seemed unhurried, as if the night was long enough to pass the time there.

— Are you curious?

You watched him a little, stating.

— I'm a little curious about you ...

— If I let you get close to me, would you like to know about me? ... — His voice came out more firmly, a direct question that stuck in your mind. His voice echoed a little more, making you a little lazy, you ended up answering low after.

— I'm not sure I know how to do this ...

His hands slid on the floor, pulling himself a bit closer.

— Do what?

— To be close someone ... — You said shyly but loud enough, so he wouldn't notice your traces of shyness. — I don't know much about it ...

His head dipped a little, paying attention to the movements of your mouth to help to understand a little against the beats that echoed in the speakers scattered around the party.

— You shouldn't be here ... isn't?

You didn't answer, but waited him to continue.

— You don't need to feel alone ... I shouldn't be sitting here either ... — He fell his head, his bangs danced without losing every gesture he made, it seemed to be all on purpose, but when you saw his eyes exposed, you realized he was purer than you thought he would be.

This boy was so soft that his clothes seemed to lose all of his real meanings.

The darkness was so comforting that the surrounding light began to bother you. However, it continued to slide to where you were in the same order as always, and you ended up regretting your thoughts every time his face brightened and you could memorize all the exposed features of his face.

Then he smiled.

When that happened, you forgot that you could be far away. When his smile appeared, that person you would like to see far from you ended up mesmerizing you and making you fall into his charms.

Was he an angel? Was he so beautiful all this time? ... Why did you think to keep him away from you?

For you, an angel wouldn't have black, peeled nails like he did. An angel would not have tattoos on his hands showing the boldness of a mysterious young man as he showed himself to be. He wouldn't wear black clothes or piercings, nor would he have dark, intense eyes like the ones he had.

You were silent, looking at the brilliant water of the pool, only adorned by a light blue sky.

— Among all these people, you are here with me, even scared ... That's cool ... I would like to be talking to you if we were not anyway... — He said between pauses, quietly, sometimes pressing his lips, but you didn't know well what it meant. — Thanks for staying with me.

— I'm not scared. — You said it again.

His attention turned towards you, looking at your form from the corner of his eyes.

— Come with me...

You bent your head, so he stood up extending his hand to you.

— Would you accept me?

You took his hand and he helped you to stand up, not letting go to hear your answer closer.

— Come with me ... — He lowered his head to speak close to your cheek.

— Where would you take me? ...

— Not far. I don't want to do anything different, don't think too much, just look around ...

You looked around, seeing young people having fun with each other everywhere, some groups, some friends, some couples.

His face turned back to yours, but he didn't do anything, he stayed that way.

— I want to stay with you tonight. — He murmured, his sweet voice preventing my desire to look anywhere else. — So come with me.

He held your fingers, pulling you slowly just to allow time enough to you deny it, but that didn't happen anyway. You followed him, paying attention to his face, extremely curious.

Habits that you had never made, decisions that you never would have made, you ended up forgetting these things. No, you haven't forgotten them, you just left them aside.

It was just a distant wall, where the lights didn't shine, where there were no eyes. There was nothing different, and it was there that he touched you, hiding you with his body.

The night was cold, but your hands were warm enough with the situation you was in. Your cheeks were flushed with his eyes meeting yours.

He didn't touch you at first, he just got a little closer, lifting his hands up to your neck, sliding his cold fingers through the strands of your hair, resting on the back of your neck.

You held his clothes in your hands, without strength, but it brought him closer. His head lay down until it reached your face, his bangs brushing against your skin.

You closed your eyes, which were already a little heavy, feeling his lips pressed against your cheek, going to the other one leaving one same kiss there. You opened your eyes, a little impressed by it, receiving a friendly smile from him. Then you felt a tender squeeze on the back of the neck, feeling his lips on your forehead.

His eyes met yours again, but this time his smile remained there, a little lighter, but there.

— I will ask the question again ... Answer me in good tone ... — He slid his thumbs around your neck, like a harmless caress, but the cold rings he wore send you shivers in a matter of seconds through your body. — Would you stay with me tonight? ...

You held his wrists, feeling the thick texture of his clothing.

— There would be no denying ...

— Just tell me again ... in the right way ... — He brushed his nose over yours, not getting any closer.

— I want you to stay with me, so please stay with me tonight ...

He confirmed with satisfaction, letting out a smile again at one time or another as he smoothed his hands around your neck.

— It's gonna be a pleasant evening ... — He murmured, closing his lips to rest them on yours silently.

[...]

You stared at him while he stopped in front of you with a confused expression.

— What makes you think so deeply that I'm different from you?

You didn't know how to answer.

— Why can't you accept me?

— I can't just trust you that much.

He looked upset but not hurt by what you said.

— I know you wouldn't have done this with anyone, I know that, don't think these things ... — He seemed to try to explain himself, even without needing to, he was attentive and careful and he still tried to avoid misunderstandings even when you offended him. — I know you wouldn't kiss anyone else like you kissed me ...

You avoided his eyes quickly when felt the embarrassment restraining your movements.

— It's so hard to think that it was the same to me? ... That I happened to make an exception just that time? ... Why it is different only for you?

You bit your lip, you didn't want to offend him, but you couldn't defend your thoughts without doing so.

He frowned, this time breaking your heart with the disappointment draining from his eyes.

— Can't you really accept me?

— I-It's not that way.

He was silent, watching you briefly before leaving without saying goodbye.

— I thought you wouldn't regret it.

You saw him leaving and don't looking back, you feeling a certain lack of his presence.

[...]

Everything was dark, it was late, everything was silent, so you was afraid before you saw him.

— Why were you walking around alone? It's so late, you know it's dangerous ... Don't scare me like that ... — You said a little low and sleepy, seeing him so late at night had scared you, without any warning of his arrival.

— I wanted to visit you, I wanted to see you ... despite that, I feel sorry for bothering you, I'm sorry for not thinking twice ...

— I can't imagine what you would like to talk to me at a time like this ...

The murmurs stopped slowly, an awkwardness being built in the air as only breaths could be heard.

He was looking good, he should have stayed on the street until that moment, strolling around. You could feel the perfume exhaling from the boy from where you were, you tried not to get closer the boy to feel more of his fragrance.

His mouth opened for a moment, it quickly caught your attention, then he proceeded in whispers.

— If you want me around ... Why don't you have the courage to tell me? ...

You were quiet, organizing the thoughts that flew in search of answers. He didn't wait for you even if he still didn't hear anything from your mouth.

— If you had called me ... said you wanted me with you, I would have come after you without doubt... — He approached, enough so that you could see his eyes. — Am I still the problem? ...

You pressed your fingers together, don't wanting to answer him directly.

— Did you ... have you been drinking before you came here? ...

He closed his eyes, patiently denying.

— I just came ...

You noticed his melancholic tone, a little discouraged, so you decided to leave the insecurities aside to actually talk to the boy in front of you.

— Yoonho ...

When you said his name out loud, you felt something different when you heard it leave your own mouth. His eyes lifted towards you quickly, attentive and intense, it seemed to be something intimate to hear his name coming from you.

— I don't think you're the problem because ... — I pressed my lips together. — Because I think you're beautiful ... You're ... more beautiful than I thought you were ...

He listened without moving a single finger, but his expression softened when he heard that statement.

— I didn't want to hurt you, nor make you think that I regret having stayed with you at that party ... — You commented low, trying to find any sign under that long, smooth bangs if his.

— So ... — He interrupted you, curious but subtle, he always knew how to stay in his place, like a good boy. — What is holding you back? ... What could prevent you from approaching me? ... Fear?

You sighed.

— I told you before that fear is not what I feel for you.

— Not that fear. — He took two steps forward, still keeping some distance. — Fear of me being different ...

You remained silent, receiving those words with emphasis echoing in you thoughts. Then you realized that you was a little surprised to hear the truth coming out of his mouth.

He didn't expect an answer from you. He looked at the floor, smoothing his hands between his fingers, catching your attention to his tattoos and rings.

His hands seemed to be soft, his fingers were long and his nails were cut perfectly, but they seemed to have been painted for a long time ago, due to the peeling nail polish.

His hand moved up his arm timidly, landing on the curve of his neck, gently pulling the ends of his hair behind his ear.

His piercings were finally seen, your attention being especially on the earrings that occupied the pinky skin of his ear.

He knew you was paying attention on him. He wanted this, he wanted to see how you were watching him. How you admired him.

You closed your lips and opened it a few times, unable to make the sound in your throat come out on the first try.

— You...

His gaze lifted quickly, but remained in the same position, crossing his other arm in his body to hold his waist, as if he were hugging himself because of the cold.

— Do you want to spend the night here?

He remained silent, letting his hand on his neck fall on his shoulder.

— Are you inviting me to stay? ... — His voice came out light and hopeful, only that was able to make your body tense.

— Yes. I prefer you to stay. Sleep here tonight.

— Are you sure?...

You agreed, stepping away from the couch a little.

— You can sleep here, it is safer for you wait the day to come.

— Thanks for worrying about me ... — He smiled with his mouth closed, looking away.

You agreed, going to the bedroom to get a sheet for him.

You took a thick, soft sheet, hoping to please the boy with dark clothes. When you returned to the room only lit by the light outside the balcony, you saw the boy already barefoot and sitting on the sofa, hugging his legs with his back on the arm of the sofa, looking to the side, perhaps nowhere in particular.

You approached the sofa slowly, but the boy didn't look at you, he lowered his head, hiding his face on his knees.

You waited standing, silent, until you felt the corage to sit in front of him.

You left the sheet aside.

— You're sad?...

He raised his head, laying in his arms, looking at the floor. He slightly denied it.

— If I spend the night here ... Will you remember me tomorrow? ... — He lifted his head, resting his chin on his arms. — Or will you just remember what I was wearing? ... What others will think ...

You looked down, shaking your head.

— There is no way to forget you ...

He smiled weakly, lowering his head a little. Upon hearing it, you soon searched for his face when you raised your head, not being able to see his face because of the dark and his long hair.

He dropped his head when he noticed.

— What are you looking for? ... — That soft voice appeared again, and that shiver circulated through your body.

— Your eyes. I can't see them ... — You said in the same tone, still analyzing him.

Gradually his hands slid down his legs, making a path to your hands that shaked a little with the unexpected touch.

— If you can't see my eyes ...

He took them to his face, making your fingers run through his skin and the root of his hair, combing the silky, soft strands of his locks back.

— It's because you don't want to.

You could see his face perfectly, his forehead, his eyebrows and his well-formed and open, dark and shiny eyes that were watching you deeply.

After that moment of silent observation he placed your hands on his knees, slowly putting his hands to the sides of your face, bringing you closer.

— Listen to me...

He commented in whispers, running his fingers in small, simple lines across your face and neck.

— I would undress myself for you ...

Such a comment made your fingers hold on his knees, scratching the fabric of his pants.

— Everything in my body. — He said without stuttering, he seemed convinced of it. — Just for you.

You was paralyzed, even so, he didn't expect an answer yet.

— If you wanted, I would take it all out ... — He looked at his clothes, you ended up looking together, following his gaze anywhere. — I would take off each piercing and ring ... one by one, each piece of clothing ... until nothing is left.

You felt your face heat up intensely, his fingers remained cold on your skin, sometimes curling up in your hair.

— If you asked me to, I would do it for you ...

His whispers remained soft, as if they were little secrets made only to you to hear.

— Now? ... Would you do that now? ...

He nodded slowly, looking at the pieces of your face, pulling you close from the back of the neck, his scent becoming more and more irresistible.

— I would throw all those pieces away ... Just so you could finally see me for real ...

— Ayno ... — You murmured. His eyes closed for a moment. — Would you do that now for me? Would you let me see you? ...

His hands expanded, holding the back of your head into your hair to join your lips to his. You grabbed his knees, accepting his kiss willingly, feeling his warm breath against your cheek.

His kiss lasted for a while, barely pulling his lips away to bring them back to yours, making you feel the contrast of his warm lips and the little could piercing pressed against your lower lip.

His lips moistened yours for a long, silent time, but he did not deepen in the kiss. He pulled away, leaving the tip of his nose to brush yours.

— Don't waste a second ... — He took his hands out of your hair, taking them to his ear, removing an earring. — Look at me...

Then he took off one after the other, without haste, until his ears were bare.

He looked at you a little.

— Do you want to do this for me? ...

You confirmed slowly, he brought his face closer, lifting his chin a little, then opening slightly his mouth.

He watched you remove the piercing from his lip, tilting his head a bit to the side when you did, looking into your eyes temporarily.

— What do you think? ... — He asked quietly, waiting for your approval.

You watched his features, making him hold his piercing with the other earrings to slide your hands under his hair, finding his warm ears hidden by the long dark locks.

You smiled.

— You look like an angel.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up a little. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, ducking his head a little, but not so far as to be away from you.

You looked at him confused, sliding your fingers through his hair, combing them behind his head and ears. His eyes fluttered and then softened after the affection.

His cheeks turned red. His eyes closed and his eyebrows rose slightly. His fingers surrounded your wrist and his rings gave you a small thermal shock again.

— An angel? ... — He sighed, laying his face on the palm of your hand, making you melt with the gesture.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the feel of his fingers around your wrist.

— Yes ... the purest ...

His other hand ran backwards, leaving his piercings beside the small lamp without having to leave your hands, then bringing it back to hold your other wrist while you stroked his hair over the head.

He continued to feel it, opening his eyes when he felt the proximity of your face. You sealed your lips to his, this time only feeling heat from him.

Without separating from the kiss you let go of his fingers to hold one of his hands, sliding your nails across his skin until you removed the first ring, repeating this with the others.

You sucked on his lips, hearing a sigh.

His hands remained still in the air, even though you had already removed all his accessories.

You pulled away from his mouth, he stared at your face, looking for something that not even he seemed to know what.

You looked at his necklaces, he straightened up, hurrying.

— I will help you. — He commented a little more shy, bringing his bare hands to the back of his neck, but you wanted to be part of it anyway, approaching his neck to remove his necklaces on your own, his hands stopped automatically, waiting for you to finish.

You removed them, joining them with the rings and putting them next to the piercings behind him, next to the unlit lamp.

His breath hit your neck as you slowly came back. His body had laid down a little so that you could take his accessories to the others, but his knees remained glued to his body.

His torso was slightly curved, so that he could lay his head on the arm of the sofa where he was leaning before. You leaned, giving him space to stretch his legs more between yours, so that he could go down a little more and feel comfortable.

He lifted up with his elbows, searching for the proximity of your face again.

— Are you going to do this 'till the end? ... — he murmured quietly, enough to create a more intimate atmosphere.

You sat on his hip, trying to take his coat off his shoulders, realizing this he soon sat down, making the job easier, staying only with a sweater.

— You want me to do?...

He stated with some slight nods, caressing your cheek with his.

— I will ... but before that — You held his hands, kissing his hand's backs, paying attention to their tattoos. — I need to worship you a little more ...

His eyes followed his hands, watching each of his fingers being kissed and caressed, then you noticed that until then his hands which were so cold now were as hot as ever.

— Do you ... l-like my tattoos? ...

You stated with a murmur, continuing with the kisses.

— You are telling the truth?

You smoothed his nails with your fingertips, looking at his face after the question.

— I am.

— It's not a problem anymore? ...

— It was never a problem, Ayno ...

A smile escaped the corner of his lips, a sheepish smile.

— I'm feeling good ... — He held your fingers, squeezing your hand gently.

— Are you? ... — You asked, he confirmed.

— Because you're seeing me exactly the way I wanted you to do...

You met his attentive gaze, smiling along with his relieved expression.

— As you said ... I just didn't see you, because I didn't want to ... The problem was with me, after all.

He shook his head, lowering his face to yours, to kiss your mouth.

— It's nobody's fault, baby. — He raised his hand to the side of your face, drawing with his fingers up to your jaw. — You just need to trust me. — He lowered himself again to your face, meeting your lips again.

You let go of his hand, taking both of yours to his hair, pleasing him in the strands of his locks, listening to a contented sigh coming out of his throat.

One of his hands came to grab your neck, while the other landed on your back. His tongue moistened your lips, asking for passage to deepen the kiss, letting out a little whimper and making you both weak by the first intimate contact. You pulled his hair lightly with your hands, hearing another pleasant sound coming out of his throat.

You grabbed the hem of his sweater, just holding it for a moment, noticing the boy shivering all over.

You separated the kiss for a moment, letting one last peck before running your hands along the sides of his torso, sliding up in his thin waist until he removed the piece from his body.

You hugged his waist, sliding your fingers down his back, leaving some small kisses on his shoulder until the curve of his neck.

His head fell to the other side, giving full access to his neck, you took the opportunity to smell him, closing your eyes, almost bewitched.

His hands slid down your arms, kissing the area below your lobe, kissing your jaw, cheek and forehead.

You smiled when you felt his lips on your forehead and temple, keeping your eyes closed.

— Hm, yeah ... I missed that ...

— You did? — His voice came out lower, but he still smiled. You agreed, he continued. — You can have as much of it as you want ... — He kissed my head once again, hugging my neck.

You looked to the side, meeting his face, receiving another kiss.

— Do you accept me? ... — He murmured with his lips still near yours, giving some pecks.

You returned his gestures, removing the fringe from above his eyes, looking at him for a few seconds.

— I accept you. The way you are.

[soulangel-works]

VAV - Ace

He couldn't help it, he was a bit starstruck because of you. Elegantly shaking your head back and forth while dancing around on the stage across from him. "And that's the dance." You finally called out, grinning at the audience and giving a low bow.

The deafening yells and applause brought him back go the present where Ayno was clapping and squealing from next to him. "That's our Y/Nie! Am I right?" He snickered, nudging the older guy in the ribs.

Ace was too busy focusing on you really. It was impossible not to when your group was too busy surrounding you and patting your back in accomplishment. "That was amazing! So proud of you! I'm buying dinner later!" They were shouting together, making it hard to hear where each comment was coming from.

By the time the whole stage and the announcement were over, Ace had managed to create a whole scenario in his head of walking up to you and finally saying hi. It couldn't be that hard right? "Y/N....Hi? Hi Y/N. Hey Y/N." He practiced under his breath, sighing when none of them were coming out the way he wanted.

"Ace? What are you doing over here?" Your voice surprised him.

He'd managed to walk himself over to you while lost in thought, and you'd called him by his name-or his stage name. "I-I....uh....hi?" He stuttered finally, giving a weak wave.

[yeosangs-horizon]

VAV MASTERLIST 

ST. VAN | LEE GEUMHYUK  

↬ 16:05 | fluff 

BARON |  CHOI CHUNGHYEOP

↬ ...loading

AYNO | NOH YOONHO

↬ ...loading

ACE | JANG WOOYOUNG 

↬ 18:11 | fluff

↬ 22:18 | smut

LOU | KIM HOSUNG

↬ ...loading

JACOB | JANG PENG

↬ ...loading

ZIU | PARK HEEJUN

↬ 19:32 | angst

[emeraldbabygirl]

VAV scenario

I swear I have barely any fluff scenarios so I’m gonna post a few. Also sorry that my titles are garbage I really don’t know what I’m doing lmao. Also sorry that the gifs don’t match and that the reactions are so long.

VAV reaction to you shivering because you’re cold:

St.Van: Your shivering must’ve woke Geumhyuk up because he was up and kneeling in front of your side of the bed before you could even react. “Princess, are you that cold? I know what will help.” At this Geumhyuk takes you into the bathroom and draws a warm bath for you. He sticks his hand in the water to check the temp and turns to you who is shivering in your nightgown. “Come here princess, this will warm you up.” you take your clothes off and he helps you into the tub. You immediately sink into the warm water feeling it warm you up. You turn you Geumhyuk who is kneeling next to the tub smiling at you and humming to himself. You giggle. “Do you feel better?” he asks. “Yes, thank you Geumhyuk” 

Lou: Hosung was woken up by the bed shaking so he turned to see you shivering. He didn’t move, just watched you. “F-fuck, it’s colder than balls” Hosung tried holding in his laughter but couldn’t at that line. “Hosung, you’re up?” “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” Hosung wasn’t about to tell you that you woke him up since he knows you get upset when you accidentally wake him. “Are you cold?” Hosung asks inching closer to you under the covers. He wraps his arm around your waist and nuzzles your neck. “Cause I know how we could warm up” “Hosung, it’s too cold to take my clothes off.” Hosung pouts. “Alright princess, then I’ll keep you warm by being the big spoon.”

Baron: You were shivering like crazy teeth chattering. Since it was your first time sharing a room and bed with your boyfriend you didn’t want him to think you needed blankets when you slept but the thin sheet wasn’t doing you justice. You snuggled a little closer to Chungyeop. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” Chungyeop slowly rose up out of bed and leaned over to turn on the lamp. He saw you shivering and grabbed your hands. “They’re freezing cold y/n, dammit.” You were a bit taken back by his sudden language and watched as he left the room. He came back a few minutes later with a large blanket. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed something warmer than a sheet?” he asked scooting you to the middle of the bed and covering both of you with the sheet and the blanket. “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t stand the cold..I’m sorry” Baron sighs pulling you closer to him. “You are ridiculous sometimes you know that?” 

Ayno: Yoonho knew you got super cold during the fall and winter and although he always left a folded up blanket at the foot of the bed he was still puzzled as to why you never used it, so he asked you one night. “Because it’s too cold to move and if I take my covers off I’ll turn into an ice pop.” Ayno couldn’t help but laugh at your choice of words. “You can get sick if you keep this up darling. We can take a shower together if you want.” a smirk painted across his face. You knew what he was thinking but you decided anything would be better than laying in blankets that aren’t warming you up. “Alright, but no funny business.” The hot water felt good against your back. Ayno snuggled up against you and helped you wash yourself and then wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to the bedroom. As you put on a warm pair of pj’s Yoonho left and came back back with a blanket. “I put it in the dryer so it’s nice and toasty.” As soon a he put it on you you melted into the warmth. “Thank you daddy.” you softly said as Yoonho cuddled you under the blanket. “You’re welcome darling.”

ACE: Wooyoung was old school. How old school? When you searched for a house together he insisted that the house had to have a fire place. “They have fake fireplaces you can buy. Don’t you want something modern?” you asked. Wooyoung simply shook his head. So on a cold night like tonight you were half thankful that Wooyoung never settled until he found a house with a chimney but you didn’t know how to start a fire and you were too afraid to try without Wooyoung home. So you waited on the couch with the small light from the lamp wrapped in a blanket til he came home. “Princess, why are you still up?” he asked coming over to you. “It’s too cold” you said shivering slightly. “Want me to start a fire?” you didn’t like the idea because you were always afraid the sparks would fly and catch the rest of the house on fire but you nodded anyway. Wooyoung smiled and began to prep the fire. You watched as he worked enjoying how delicate he was with the wood and paper. Soon he had it set and the crackling comforted you. “Come sit by the fire and warm up. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”  you smiled leaning into Wooyoung enjoying his company and the heat from the fire thinking about how romantic this really was and being thankful that Wooyoung wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ziu: Ziu came home late to find you in the middle of the bed curled up in a ball. He turned the lamp on and sat on the edge of the bed watching as you shivered. “Y/n, do you want me to turn up the heat?” “No” Ziu tilted his head in confusion. “But you’re shivering.” he said reaching for his ipad; you just recently purchased a new heating system that you could control from any device. You reached your hand out from under the blanket and touched Ziu’s side. “I want more blankets” Ziu looked at you confused but did as you requested coming back into the bedroom with a pile of blankets. He wrapped you up in two blankets and pulled you to the center of the bed. Then he got in the bed next to you and piled more blankets on top. He pulled you close to him and as you shivered less he knew why you wanted this. “You just wanted to be close to me didn’t you kitten?”

Jacob: you were honestly surprised how Jacob could sleep without a shirt, especially in the winter. You were wrapped in layers of blankets shivering and Jacob was barely covered by the sheet totally unfazed. “Jacob, Jacob” you whisper. Jacob, being the light sleeper he is slowly stirred awake. “What’s wrong babe?” he said facing you in the dark. “How are you not cold?” Jacob then reached over to turn the lamp on the nightstand on. Turning back to you he busted up laughing seeing just your face poke out from your blanket cave. “It’s not f-funny” you said beginning to shiver some more. “I know I know, you just look so cute like that. How about you invite me in and I’ll warm you up?”  You smiled and opened your blanket feeling the cold air wrap around you but not for long as Jacob wrapped his arms around you. His warmth slowly heating up your body. You cuddle close against his chest feeling like you were wrapped in a heated blanket.

[ladymaysworld]

Ayno ~ VAV - VCAM EP.90

[monstaless]

8:24pm

Lou would do anything to make her smile. There were no exceptions. Even swallowing his pride and doing aegyo weren’t beneath him, if it meant hearing her laugh.

When Ayno peered into the living room, he cleared his throat and looked away, his face flushing. Her laugh filled the room and he frowned, like it wasn’t actually the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. He tugged her onto his lap and hid his flushed face in her hair, breathing in her scent.

Masterlist

[excindrela]

If You Take a Demon to Thanksgiving... (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV  x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Humor and SMUT

Warnings: Explosions, Destruction, Unprotected sex (wrap it up people), foul language, use of the word “cock”

Word Count: 3277

AN: This is a continuation of Summoned so if you haven’t read that one, I recommend you read that one first! 

12 Days of Demon Ayno (Christmas) : Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

Happy Thanksgiving!

In retrospect, taking the boyfriend you had only been with for a month to Thanksgiving probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. The fact that said boyfriend was also a demon that had been summoned specifically to fulfill your sexual fantasies, and your family was dysfunctional at best made the idea really really bad.

As distasteful as the idea of actually being human was to him, Ayno made a concerted effort to pretend to be one – to the best of his ability. As a demon, he didn’t need to sleep or eat or shower…or anything…he was just available 24 hrs a day to fulfill your every desire…and the fact that he always knew exactly what you desired- be it a cupcake or his cock- the moment you desired it, sometimes made things a bit complicated. Especially when it involved anyone but the two of you.

You had spent the week leading up to Thanksgiving explaining the holiday to Ayno, and going over a rather detailed chart you drew up of the part of your family you’d be visiting. He memorized the chart and asked questions about your step-father with his need to baby the dog and unhealthy addiction to reality TV, your mother’s obsession with decorating the house via Pinterest and her perpetually drunk brother, and your worthless step-brother (in the process learning what a “misdemeanor” and a “felony” were)…but really he just wanted to watch “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” over and over.

You arrived promptly at 11 for a 2pm “dinner” with the promise to Ayno that you’d leave as soon as the dishes were done.

You barged through the door of your childhood home loudly calling “Hi Mom!” as you headed straight for the kitchen. “Hi honey! Oh! …and who’s this?” she asked glancing speculatively at the handsome stranger lurking over your shoulder. “Mom, this is Ayno. My…boyfriend. Ayno, this is my Mom.”  “Hi” he greeted. Sticking to the plan of keeping things simple and saying as little as possible. “Hello Ayno. Welcome.” Your mom replied before turning to you and saying pointedly “I wasn’t aware you were dating anyone…” You shrugged. “Surprise? I have a…boyfriend.” You said unapologetically. “I’m going to show Ayno around.” You said as you dragged him away from your mother before she could start asking questions.

In the den, you found your step-dad, milk-toast aunt and alcoholic uncle watching the football pregame while drinking beer and eating chips & dip. They barely acknowledged your presence, and if they were surprised to see you with a six foot Asian man following you around, they didn’t show it.

You poked your head into the dining room and checked out the table, already resplendent with a lace table cloth, battery powered pillar candles, and a giant turkey shaped tureen in the center – despite the fact that no soup was set to be served.

The living room, you explained as you crossed through it, was for looks only. Touching- or worse, sitting on-  your mother’s special furniture or disturbing her artistically arranged designer throw pillows was not tolerated.

Large sliding glass doors in the living room led to the patio and backyard. The patio had been swept and there was a stack of plastic chairs and tables to be set up. Your step father’s adored mutt, Patches, came running right up to Ayno, putting his paws up on his leg, demanding ear scratches which the soft demon happily supplied.  “What is that?” Ayno asked, pointing to a metal cylinder sitting in the middle of the yard. You walked over and examined it. “I think it’s a deep fryer.” You said suspiciously. “I think my step dad and uncle are going to try to deep fry the turkey.” You shook your head- this seemed like a bad idea. “At least my mom is making a ham, so something will be edible.”

“What is that?” Ayno asked again, this time pointing to the large oak tree in the corner of the yard. You laughed, “That is my treehouse! It was my favorite escape as a kid. C’mon, I’ll show you.” A moment later you had dragged Ayno across the yard and were climbing up the rickety ladder with him. You shoved hard, and the hatch opened to reveal the small space that had seemed so big in childhood. It was covered in dust, and the walls still had faded posters from your pre-teen years. “I spent hours up here. It was my happy place. I always envisioned it as being an escape and a private place during my teen years…but…that’s not how things worked out.” Sensing your wistfulness, Ayno bent his head and kissed you sweetly.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door signaling the arrival of your step-brother and voices in the yard. “Oh good! Ayno! C’mere & give us a hand with this.” Your step dad called as you descended the ladder. Ayno squeezed your hand reassuringly and went to help them.

The rest of the day proceeded like most awkward family events. Inappropriate and embarrassing stories were told, too many snacks and too much alcohol was consumed. Ayno stuck by you working in the kitchen, happy to do whatever was asked of him, and content to let you deflect conversation and answer questions about him. Eventually he felt comfortable enough to go sit on the patio with everyone and listen to your family’s chatter. Everyone seemed to think he was nice, if not a little odd.

You had serious doubts about the sanctity of the meal when your drunk uncle announced it was time to do the turkey, and came into the kitchen where you were assembling more snacks and yanked the still frozen fowl from the freezer and headed for the backyard.

In the next 3 minutes of your life events occurred simultaneously in what felt like slow motion.

“Will ya all jist shut the hell up? I know what I’m doin’!” your uncle said as he lowered the ice block of bird toward the overfull deep fryer. He released the clip and the turkey dropped like a bomb splashing into the vat and sending boiling oil flying into the air and cascading over the edges of the deep fryer straight into the flame below it. As soon as the frozen meat hit the scalding oil, everything exploded into a giant fireball raining hot flaming oil and chunks of turkey all over the dead un-mowed backyard, causing the whole thing to burst into 3 foot high flames.

The sound of the deep fryer being blown apart startled your mother so badly that she dropped the pan with the ham in it that she had just pulled out of the oven. The chunk of pork bounced out and the pan landed upside down in the middle of the kitchen floor, bubbling ham juice running out and turning the white tile brown. Something brushed passed your leg, and you looked down just in time to see Patches run into the kitchen making a beeline for the downed ham. Your mother saw it too, and she tried to run and grab the meat before the dog made off with the only (mostly) surviving entrée, forgetting about the bourbon and brown sugar grease lake that now coated the floor. You watched helplessly as her feet hit the grease and slipped right out from under her and she landed face down in the gooey puddle with a thunk on her right arm.

A blur out of your opposite eye diverted your attention back to the yard where your step-father was beating your slightly- on- fire uncle with a dry crispy chamois from the garage yelling “Roll, Duke, roll!!” He was distracted and missed the moment it became obvious that your step-brother had flunked high school chemistry class, because he turned the hose on to the raging grease fire turning it into what would later be known in your family as The Turkey Inferno.

You stood there, stupidly, as the mayhem raged around you, with a useless crudité platter in one hand and your forgotten cell phone in the other. You heard sirens in the distance, and hoped they were heading your way. And then, another sound: laughter. You looked over to see Ayno, laughing so hard he was crying, huge smile and face lit up, so delighted he was slumped back in the plastic lawn chair clapping his hands and his feet. “It looks just like the Seven Pools of the Damned!” he cried excitedly.

*          *          *

Two hours later, you were a hot, sweaty, filthy mess. After the fire department had arrived and hosed down the back yard in some kind of foam, and the ambulance had taken your mom and uncle to the hospital; you got to work cleaning up the kitchen, which was not only a disaster from the whirlwind of cooking, but now included the ham lake and burned sweet potatoes that had been forgotten in the oven. Ayno had helpfully begun un-setting the table and cleaning up the back patio.

Patches, having feasted on a whole ham and who knew what else, began throwing up and having explosive diarrhea all over the house. It was while cleaning up the 5th pile of puke that you discovered your good for nothing step-brother was sitting in the den watching football leaving you to do all the work. You handed him the paper towels and cleaning solution and told him to get off his lazy ass and clean up after the dog…he elected to go to the hospital to “check in on everyone”.

That was it. You were done. Everyone but you and Ayno had gone to the hospital, you hadn’t seen him for a while, and you weren’t sure where he was, and at the moment you didn’t actually care. You had a splitting headache and you were not doing this by yourself. You walked into the guest room and fell face down onto the bed.

You had no idea how long you had slept, but it was dark when you felt Ayno gently shake you awake. “No? Wha-“was all you got out before Ayno gave a soft “Shhhh” and placed his finger to your lips. He looped your arms around his neck and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, yanking the quilt off the bed and wrapping it around you as he carried you through the dark house and across the still smoking backyard. He walked straight to the treehouse, and climbed the rickety ladder with you still wrapped around him like a baby koala.

Now you knew where he’d gotten to. He had cleaned up the tree house, and covered the entire floor in pillows that he’d swiped from the house. He’d even grabbed the battery powered candles from the dinner table, so the whole thing was bathed in soft fake candlelight. He set you down in the pile of pillows and closed the hatch.

Without a word he pulled you onto his lap and began kissing you. Softly at first, his hands on the sides of your face, but becoming harder and more needy by the second as his fingers threaded through your hair and his tongue plundered your mouth. He broke away long enough to pull your sweater off over your head, before returning his lips to your now exposed neck. His mouth worked its way from your jawline to your shoulder in a long trail of wet kisses punctuated by gentle sucking and bites that were just harsh enough you knew they would leave marks. You were so distracted by his mouth that you almost missed his hands unfastening your bra and tossing it to the side. The cold air coming in contact with your fully exposed breasts caused them to immediately flush and harden. You reached down and grabbed Ayno’s sweater and turtleneck and yanked them both off of him at the same time, desperate to press your cold skin against his unnatural warmth. He obliged you, taking the opportunity to begin marking up your shoulder as he hiked your skirt up over your thighs letting it pool around your waist. His hand slipped down to begin rubbing your throbbing clit through your silky underwear. You moaned softly and pressed your mound harder against his hand. Ayno lifted your hips slightly and re-settled you on his right thigh. “Ride it”, he whispered. You nodded and began rolling your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans, trying desperately to satisfy the ache he had created in your core. You gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, and then hollowing out his cheeks and sucking. You quickened your pace and trembled slightly at the friction. Breathy moans spilled from your lips as you felt your climax building and your thighs starting to shake. “Ayno…” you moaned, without slowing your pace, causing him to release your nipple with a lewd pop. “Ready to cum baby?” he asked rubbing your sides soothingly. You nodded and whined as your walls began clenching around nothing, feeling your wetness release and soak through Ayno’s pants to his skin. You dropped your head to his shoulder “Not enough, not enough…” you whined into his ear, “Fill me…please…” you begged. Ayno laid back into the pile of pillows unbuckling his belt so you could drag his pants to his ankles. You wasted no time pulling his boxer briefs down behind them, watching as his erect cock sprung free. You straddled his hips and he gently stroked himself a few times before holding it vertically so you could slide onto him. You moaned as you felt the tip of his length at your entrance, already so wet that you pushed him easily between your folds, until he was fully buried in you. Soft high pitched noises came from your mouth as you circled your hips feeling his slight movements deep within you as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit in time with your movements. Knowing you needed more, he lifted your hips up, and began jackhammering in and out of your sopping pussy from below. Every stroke the head of his cock pounded into your cervix, causing you to throw your head back and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop…” you gritted out through clenched teeth as your vision got hazy and your second orgasm hit you and you could swear the whole room was moving. Ayno released his grip on you and let you slide back down his shaft while he rolled his hips to let you come down from the high, but you still felt like you couldn’t get enough. You put your hands on the top of his pecs, fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage as you began lifting your hips up and slamming back into his harshly. The whole treehouse creaked and moaned with every thrust. “Not enough baby?” he asked breathlessly. “Noooo…” you moaned, “I just…I need…you feel so good…” you whined.

You thrust down hard and suddenly there was a loud crack. Not your imagination this time, the whole floor jolted down and tilted to the left. You froze. “Ayno…I think we have a problem…” He opened his mouth to reply when there was a loud snap and the entire floor detached with you and Ayno riding it like an elevator to hell, and went crashing to the ground below, pillows flying everywhere. Unable to be harmed by something as trivial as a six foot drop, Ayno wrapped himself protectively around you, holding your head to his chest and covering you with his arms.

Suddenly the still of the evening was split by the sounds of voices you knew all too well. “Oh my God!!” “What the shit was that?!” “Oh hell! The patio cover didn’t collapse did it?!” as the backyard floodlights came on and your family, having returned from the hospital unnoticed by you; came running across the yard to find you and Ayno, mostly naked, obviously in the middle of copulation, laying in the middle of the destroyed treehouse. You stared at them. They stared at you. Then it seemed your mother gathered her wits and took in the situation, a look of horror crossing her face as she screamed “OH MY GOD!! ARE THOSE MY CHENILLE THROW PILLOWS??? THOSE ARE POTTERY BARN!!” Ayno burst out laughing.

*          *          *

An hour after you got home you were feeling much better having showered off the horrific events of the day and slipped into your PJs. You found Ayno lounging on the couch in flannel pants and an oversize sweatshirt…hair having suddenly turned platinum blonde but his eyes still a deep chocolate brown according to your whims. He sat up just enough to grab you and pull you down to lay on top of him, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a quick kiss in the process.

“I have enjoyed this ‘Thanksgiving’. We should definitely participate in this more often. When is the next one?” Ayno asked happily.

“Sorry sweetheart. Thanksgiving is a once a year thing. There won’t be another one until November of next year.” you informed him.

“Very well. Then I will look forward to it.” he said with a smile.

“Ayno? You do understand that I mean 365 days from now?” you clarified.

He nodded. “I understand your measurements of time.” he said matter-of-factly.

You laid there stunned for a moment. Ayno was talking about a year from now…still being here a year from now. This was the first mention of anything long term, of some kind of permanence to the situation.

Ever attuned to you, Ayno looked you straight in the eyes and asked softly “Am I really your boyfriend?”

“Do you know what a boyfriend is?” you countered.

“Yes! ‘A male that is close to your heart. He is the one you can't stand to go a day without seeing. He provides everything you need, including sex, love, protection, comfort and an escape from the world. A lover who admires you for who you are. Knowing him makes you a better person. And being with him makes you smile.’”

Well. That was a startlingly accurate description. “Ayno, where did you hear that?”

“Urban Dictionary.”

“…and did Urban Dictionary tell you what a girlfriend is?”

“Uh-huh. ‘A female who you love, admire, respect, and desire to be with; a girl who makes you laugh, smile and who brings out the best in you, the one person that you should value over every other thing. You must protect her for she is the most special thing that could ever happen to you. She’s someone that you want to hug and kiss all the time and make love to, and is also able to bleed for a week without dying.’” He paused. “I find this description to be accurate of my feelings toward you...but I do not know if I meet the boyfriend requirements.”

You smiled down at him. “You more than meet them. Do you want to really want to be my boyfriend Ayno?”

He grinned. “Yes! In over 800 years I have never had a ‘girlfriend’. I promise I will take good care of you.”

“You already do.” You said as you snuggled into him and laid your head on his chest.

“So since I must wait for Thanksgiving again, is there another holiday that…how did your mother put it? We can ‘ruin forever’?” he asked hopefully.

“There’s a whole calendar full babe”, you laughed ruefully, “A whole calendar full.”

[yourfavkpopgurl]

Heyyy, could you please do a VAV react to you being 1,75 m (5’9)? I hope my request is ok 😳

Vav Reaction to you being 1.75m/5'9"

They are all pretty tall so you'll be lucky

St.van/GeumHyuk

He is 183cm/6'0" so he wouldn't really mind you being this tall and it's the perfect height to hug you with your head on his shoulder.

Baron/ChungHyeop

He's 180cm/5'11" and I honestly don't think he would care how tall you are, he loves you just like you are.

Ace/Wooyoung

He is 177 cm/5'10" and the"shortest" member. I don't think he'll think anything weird of it but you might not want to wear heels around him.

Ayno/Yoonho

He is 183cm/6'0" so I don't think he would care either. He loves hugs so again, the perfect height.

Jacob/Zhang Peng

He's 184cm/6'0" tall. He didn't really think any of it and it would be a pretty good height for back hugs.

Lou/Ho Sung

He's the tallest member (187cm/6'2") so he would definitely not mind having someone with this height. He loves to hug you and giving head kisses.

Ziu/Hee jun

This tall baby would also not really care how tall you are I guess. (185cm/6'1") He just want someone to laugh and be goofy with :).

A/n: srry it took soo long ><

[excusemyobsessions]

Someone come in with a clutch Ayno scenario pls ❤️

[kpophours]

Bewitched

➵ VAV: (warlock) Ayno x fem. reader / one shot, warlock AU, college AU / fluff

➵ warnings: none

➵ word count: 3k

➵ series: Baron, Ayno, St. Van, Ziu, Lou, Ace

To say your research partner is eccentric might be a bit of an understatement.

He sports at least one new hair color every week, snacks raw Ramen noodles  and often takes his pet snake to lectures (he has showed you Baem only once so far, simply opening his backpack and saying: look, I've brought my roomie with me today. You still think you should have gotten an award for not screaming out loud in the middle of the lecture).

Still, Ayno is pretty fun to work with and you're actually making good time; your project isn't due for another two weeks but you're almost finished - most of which must be credited to Ayno, who might be just as intelligent as eccentric.

Thanks to making such good time, you promise some of your close friends to come to their annual Halloween party this weekend, even though you should probably be using the free evening for one of your other college projects (but one evening won't hurt anyone, right?). You're actually thinking about asking Ayno if he wants to tag along - he's fun to be around and you've grown quite close these past weeks. And you might or might not have a slight crush on the handsome man, who’s sporting blond hair this week.

The first time you two had met up (not counting your weekly meetings for your research project of course), was to binge-watched both seasons of the Sabrina reboot in one sitting (Ayno laughing during the weirdest scenes, shaking his head but not giving you any answers when you asked what was so funny to him). You had also tried cooking dinner together once - which might or might not have resulted in an evacuated building thanks to all the smoke coming out of your oven, activating the fire alarm. By now, visits to the local cinema just around the corner of your campus have become part of both your weekly schedules, mostly thanks to your shared taste in silly movies. 

Almost two months into knowing each other, you begin to notice Ayno‘s lingering glances, or how his hands touch you more than necessary - pulling you with him to get the best seats in the cinema, holding the door open and gently pushing you through, his hand staying on the small of your back; sometimes even tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. These sweet, simple gestures make your heart flutter, make you hope for more. 

Ayno is absent during all lectures this week and even misses your previously set-up meetings. At first you are worried, but when you’re unable to reach him via text and he doesn’t even answer any of your calls, your worry quickly turns into hot, fuming anger. You can’t believe he’s actually ghosting you - not even considering your friendship (which, apparently, isn’t important to him at all), you were also making such good time with your project! And now you don’t even know if you’ll be able to go to the Halloween party tomorrow. You were really looking forward to dress up as a witch this Saturday, looking forward to Harry's (very strong) punch, to dance through the night and simply have some fun (with Ayno, but no one needs to know that). But no, he just had to go AWOL, leaving you alone with that damned project.

On Friday evening, you‘ve had enough. Storming across campus towards Ayno’s dorm, you wouldn’t be surprised to see steam coming out of your own ears. Minutes later, you’re standing in front of Ayno's flat, hammering your fist against the door of his shared apartment.

No one answers.

You cross both arms in front of your chest, scowling at the door and kicking it slightly. "This is so stupid. Men are so stupid!", you growl, kicking it again.

"Oh my, what has that poor door done to you?", an amused voice behind you asks. 

You whirl around, still scowling darkly. "The owner of the door, more like it.", you huff, looking at the handsome young man in front of you, taking in his red-dyed hair and dark eyes, "Do you know where he is?"

The man quickly shakes his head. "Nope, sorry. Haven't seen him in a few days now, if I remember correctly - it's also unusually quiet. Normally, you hear all kinds of things: explosions, curses, I think I even heard a cat or something like that screech one time...?"

You raise both eyebrows at this. "Did it ever cross your mind to talk to the landlord about this?"

He just shrugs. "Not really, no. I don't mind, I'm not home that often and I'm a deep sleeper, so it's okay. I also really like Ayno, we often hang out and play video games. His roommate is nice, too. A bit weird maybe - but so is Ayno, I guess."

"Mhm.", you only make, leaning against Ayno's front door and closing your eyes. You have the feeling the young man is telling you all of this to calm you down. It’s working quite well, even though you're still seriously bummed out by this turn of events.

"Uh... I could, I don't know, text you, when I see him again? That way you'll know when he's back.", the young man suggests a bit shyly, scratching his head.

You consider his offer for a few seconds, before finally nodding. "That would be awesome. I’ll give you my number." You hold out your hand, take his phone and quickly save your name and number, before giving it back to him.

"Well, Y/N, I'll text you as soon as I spot Ayno. I'm Ziu by the way.", he says, smiling one last time before unlocking the door right besides Ayno's.

"Thanks, Ziu. I'll see you around." With that, you take your leave.

It’s Saturday evening and you're just trying to finish your (seriously frustrating) winged liner, trying to give your witchy make-up and outfit the last finishing touches, when Ziu’s promised text arrives:

You snort when you read his message, quickly opening it and typing away:

With that, you hurriedly finish your make-up, snatch your purse and pull on your dark coat and boots. Seconds later, you've already left your dorm and are pretty much sprinting towards Ayno's flat.

Thanks to that, you're out of breath when you reach the building, giving yourself  a few seconds to calm down. You quickly take the lift to the sixth floor, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. Ziu stands in front of Ayno's door, looking like he would actually try to fight the slightly older man should he try to leave the apartment again. You snort at the picture, shaking your head.

When Ziu spots you, he waves excitedly. "Hey Angry Gir- uh, Angry Witch now, I guess. He's still in there!", he stage-whispers when you come closer.

"Thanks, Red Eagle. I'll take it from here.", you answer gravely, before playfully winking at him. He gives you the thumbs up, before quickly retracting into his own apartment. You smile slightly - he reminds you a bit of an overexcited puppy.

You take a last deep breath before knocking on Ayno's front door. You immediately hear footsteps on the other side, but still, no one opens the door. You knock again, louder this time.

"Ayno, I know you're in there! Open the damn door or so God will help me-"

The door flies open before you’re able to finish your sentence, a second later your research partner has already pulled you inside, quickly shutting the door behind you.

You stare at him, surprise written all over your face. "Your hair is pink!", you blurt out, mentally kicking yourself.

You're not here to look at his hair, you're here to tell him off for ghosting you!

Even though the bright hair color looks really good on him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is.", he answers a bit distracted, twirling a few strands of his freshly dyed hair around one finger, "What... What are you doing here?"

His eyes dart around, looking at the door, at the ceiling, at the floor - never at you though.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I'm here to ask you where you were these last few days! Why you didn't bother to text me or call me or contact me in any way! I'm really angry at you right now.", you spit out, crossing your arms and scowling at him. 

He sighs deeply, finally looking at you. His eyes widen when he takes in your costume. "Why are you dressed like that?", he asks perplexed, actually taking a step back.

You look at him in an incredulous manner, taking off the witches hat nevertheless. "It's just for a Halloween party. And I don't know why that matters right now! You still owe me an explanation. Where were you?!"  

"Uhh..." He just stares at you, apparently unable to come up with a satisfactory reply.

Before you can continue telling him off, a door leading into the flat's hallway opens. A purple-haired man (seriously, what’s up with these bright hair colors nowadays?! ... not that you’re complaining) looks at Ayno and you, both eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his lips. "Just tell her and stop fussing around. By God, it won't be the end of the world.", he says, winking at you.

Ayno whips around, glaring at the other man. "Thanks for the advice, Dawon.", he replies venomously. The other man just shrugs before closing his door again. Seconds later, you hear loud music blasting from the room.

Ayno shakes his head, sighs again and takes your hand to pull you with him. He opens another door, gently pushing you inside.

You guess you're in his room now, it's just as messy as you thought it would be: clothes are strewn all over the place - on the bed, on the floor and on his chair; tons of notes as well as some old looking, leather-bound books are scattered on his desk and floor. Dark curtains are currently drawn together, the only source of light coming from Baem's terrarium standing on Ayno's dresser. It smells faintly of gunpowder and something else that burns your nose. Something like sulfur, maybe? Even though you don’t know why Ayno would have sulfur in his room.

"Well, now I finally know why you never wanted me to come over to your place.", you murmur, a small smile on your lips. While Ayno's room is complete chaos, yours is the exact opposite - but still, you don't really mind this mess. Ayno seems to have some kind of system behind his chaos (well, maybe except for his clothes, you guess).

The tall man beside you smiles sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I swear it doesn't always look like this."

"THAT'S A COMPLETE LIE!", Dawon yells from across the hallway - you have no idea how he was able to hear his roommate, the loud music still blasting through the flat.

"BE QUIET, DAWON!" With that, Ayno quickly shuts the door, scratching his head when he turns to you, "I guess I owe you an explanation."

"Yep.", you simply say, sitting down on his bed and gazing at him with curious eyes.

He leans against his desk, crossing both arms in front of his chest. The way he looks at you makes your heart flutter, but you try to ignore it.

"As you know, it's Halloween.", he begins and you nod, "And, uh... That's actually a time where my Cove-... uh, my family? Yeah, my family has a kind of... uh, meeting. So that's where I was."

You blink a few times. "That's your explanation? You better be kidding."

"I'm not! There was no wifi and no reception and-"

"Ayno, even if that was the case... you could have just told me beforehand?"

He looks at you with big puppy eyes. "I... could have told you beforehand. That's... that’s absolutely right, yeah."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing deeply. "What kind of family meeting, anyway? Is everything okay?”

He shifts uncomfortably, shrugging a bit. "Yup, it was just... about family stuff."

"Well, thanks for clearing this up, then.", you finally snap, standing up and turning to leave, but before you can to reach the door, Ayno quickly grabs your arm and turns you around to face him. He gazes at you with something like uncertainty in his eyes, biting his lip. You raise one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

"Tell me or I'm leaving."

"Iamawarlock."

You say those things simultaneously, which explains why you need a few seconds to register what he’s just told you.

"You're a what?!

"I'm a wizard, ‘arry.", he jokes in a terrible attempt at a Scottish accent, but when he sees your shocked and more than serious expression, his smile falters, "Uh, yeah, so... I'm a warlock."

"You're a warlock."

"Yep."

You feel like your world has just turned upside down, like earth itself has shifted beneath you.

You also feel like you should definitely sit down immediately or else you'll just faint.

"Y/N, y- you look a bit pale. Are you okay?", Ayno asks nervously, still holding your arm.

"I think I... I need a second.", you say quietly, letting yourself be led towards his bed. There, you take a few deep breaths.

"Do you want some water? Or some... I don't know, whiskey?"

You glare at the handsome man in front of you, who smiles apologetically. "Sorry, sorry. This is a bit of a strange situation for me as well."

You push a few strands of hair back behind your ear, noticing how your hand trembles.

There are exactly two possibilities: either your research partner is batshit crazy or he is actually telling the truth.

Obviously, the only logical explanation should be that he really is crazy.

... But if such things as warlocks really do exist... well, Ayno would definitely fit your image of one.

"Y/N? Can you please say something? Anything, really?"

You look up and right into the worried face of your research partner - who has become your friend these last few weeks.

Who has also become your crush.

Who looks at you with complete trust, his face displaying nothing but the truth.

"Strangely enough, I think I believe you.", you finally answer, squeezing your hands together in an attempt to stop them from shaking.

His smile is blindingly bright when he falls on his knees in front of you. "Really? You do? So, Dawon really was right all this time.", he whispers, taking your hands in his.

"I ALWAYS AM!"

You jump, looking around in search of Ayno's roommate - it sounded as if he was right there in the room with you.

"Where-"

"Unbelievable.", Ayno interrupts your question, making a weird and kind of dramatic hand gesture, shaking his hand, "That should teach him a lesson."

A second later, you hear a loud bang followed by an even louder yell.

"UNNECCESSARY VIOLENCE!"

Ayno giggles, before gazing back at you. "Sorry, Dawon's just really nosy sometimes. But I think he'll stop listen in on us now."

You're not quite sure you want to know what he just did to his roommate, so you just stay quiet.

"Y/N? Are you okay?", Ayno asks softly, reaching out to touch your cheek, before thinking better of it and quickly snatching his hand back. For a second, he just gazes at it like it doesn't even belong to him, like it has a mind of its own.

"Yeah. I just... uh. Don't know what to think about all this, to be honest. Doesn't this change everything?", you ask in a small voice. You have so many questions - is Dawon a warlock as well? Are all stories true? Do werewolves and vampires and demons and angels and and and ... really exist? But apparently, you're not quite able to process all of that right now. You can only gaze at your research partner, your friend, your crush - fearing that nothing will ever be the same again.

He quickly shakes his head. "No, it doesn't. I'm still me - I just have some pretty cool abilities and that's it."

"Some pretty cool abilities...", you repeat, trying to cope with all the new information.

"Y/N. Please, I'm serious. I'm still me. I still suck at cooking, but so do you. I still love going to the cinema with you, because I enjoy watching your over the top reactions to everything. I still want to finish that damn research project with you, getting us a high - or even better, the highest grade. And I still really want to finally take you on a date. I still really want to kiss you.", he almost whispers the last part, but you hear it nevertheless.

You can't help but smile at the slightly nervous yet hopeful expression on his face. It should be illegal to look this cute and hot at the same time, you think.

You take a deep breath and try to push any thoughts concerning the supernatural world aside. Right now, there are more important things to consider - for example, how bewitched you are with your eccentric, intelligent and absolutely lovable research partner. You notice you actually don’t mind him being a warlock - because he is absolutely right, it doesn't really change anything between you. So, you quickly make a decision.  

"Well, I have one condition.", you finally answer, smirking slightly.

Ayno nods eagerly, his dark eyes locking with yours.

You lean forward. "Don't you dare turn me into a frog whenever we're fighting."

He snorts and closes the last few centimeters between you, gently nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Mhm, I think I can accept that condition.", he softly murmurs against your lips, before finally kissing you.

You guess all your burning questions can wait for another day.

[masterlist] | [requests]