#The Supernatural Hunting Academy for Boys and Girls

[the-type-a]

This is the list…

Same (Fictional) Man Different Fonts:

Total Drama: Duncan

ACOTAR Series: Rhysand and Cassian

Haunting/Hunting Adeline: Zade Meadows

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko

The Vampire Diaries: Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson

The Umbrella Academy: Diego Hargreeves

Euphoria: Fezco

That 70s Show: Steven Hyde

One of Us Is Lying: Nate Macaulay

Glee: Noah Puckerman

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass

Gilmore Girls: Jess Mariano

Supernatural: Dean Winchester

Jane the Virgin: Rafael Solano

Lucifer: Lucifer

Good Girls: Rio

Boy Meets World: Shawn Hunter

Grey’s Anatomy: Alex Karev (Also love Jackson Avery too)

The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon (I freaking met him omfg. Also Glenn Rhee)

Game of Thrones: almost every guy lmao

White Collar: Neal Caffrey

Disney: Flynn Rider, Prince Adam, Aladdin

Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy

Titanic: Jack Dawson

The Breakfast Club: John Bender

Rebel Without a Cause: Jim Stark

10 Things I Hate About You: Patrick Verona

Fifty Shades: Christian Grey

House of Night: James Stark

After: Harry Styles (fuck “Hardin Scott”— ogs know it’s a 1D fanfic)

The Outsiders: Dallas Winston

Pride and Prejudice: Mr. Darcy

Subzero: Kyro

Sirens Lament: Ian

Any adaptation of Greek Mythology: Hades

Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton

The Notebook: Noah Calhoun

That’s just off the top of my head. They have me in a chokehold and that’s okay. Go ahead a judge me idc.

[thelaughtercafe]

Fandom List!

IF SPOILERS ARE ALLOWED THERE WILL BE AN ASTERISK TO SIGNIFY I'M COMPLETELY FINISHED WITH THE WORK! PLEASE DON'T REQUEST WITH SPOILERS OTHERWISE! 

Asterisks* next to anime mean I'm completed with the anime not manga so please no manga spoilers! Thank you once again! 

Characters are fine but if I don't know someone I won't include them!

Italics mean I’m on the cusp of hyperfixating and bold means I currently am. Please request for these fandoms as I’m more likely to get them out faster!

Please remember the 5 character limit for headcanons, 3 for scenarios(any mix of fandoms is fine!) and I hope you enjoy your stay! 

Anime

Assassination Classroom* 

Haikyuu!!

Fruits Basket*

Brothers Conflict*

Dance With Devils*

Diabolik Lovers*

Angel Beats*

Claanad/Claanad: After Story*

Ouran Highschool Host Club*

My Hero Academia*

Death Note*

The Promised Neverland

Tales of the Abyss*

Avatar the Last Airbender*

Sword Art Online

Fairy Tail

Danganronpa 3: Despair Arc

Danganronpa 3: Future Arc

Danganronpa 3: Hope Arc

Danganronpa 2.5: OVA

Naruto 

Uta no Prince Sama!

Noragami*

Bungou Stray Dogs (Caught up to end of Season 4, including Dead Apple)

Death Parade

Durarara!!!*

Fullmetal Alchemist*

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood*

Angels of Death*

Ghost Hunt*

The Devil is a Part-timer!*

K!

Mekakucity Actors*

Maid Sama!

Seven Deadly Sins*

Violet Evergarden*

Soul Eater*

Yuri!! On Ice*

Akame Ga Kill!

Black Butler

The Dragon Prince (Up to end of season 3 so no spoilers past that please!)

Ninjago: Masters of Spinjutsu

Miraculous Ladybug*

Banana Fish

Horimiya*

Toradora*

Cardfight Vanguard Overdress!!*

Cardfight Vanguard Divinez*

My Happy Marriage(Up to episode 8)

Spy x Family (Up to end of Season 1)

Legend of Vox Machina (Finished season 1 and know the characters, just no plot past that please!)

Video Games

Final Fantasy 3

Final Fantasy 4*

Final Fantasy 5

Final Fantasy 7/Remake*/Dirge of Cerberus*/Crisis Core*

Final Fantasy 8

Final Fantasy 10*

Final Fantasy 12*

Final Fantasy 13*

Final Fantasy 14*(Caught up to the end of Endwalker, but not post patches yet)

Final Fantasy 15*

Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates*

Final Fantasy: Type 0*

Xenoblade Chronicles: Definitive Edition*

Xenoblade Chronicles 2*

Xenoblade Chronicles 3*

The World Ends With You*

Neo: The World Ends With You*

Kingdom Hearts*

Kingdom Hearts: Re: Chain of Memories*

Kingdom Hearts 2*

Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep*

Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance*

Kingdom Hearts 3*

Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days*

Kingdom Hearts Re:Coded*

Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory*

Undertale*

Deltarune*

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc*

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair*

Danganronpa v3*

Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls*

Tales of the Abyss*

Tales of Vesperia

Suikoden*

Suikoden: Tierkreis

Persona 5 Royal*

Dragon Quest 11 S*

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Obey Me!

Collar x Malice ( Finished Mineo and Takeru's routes so no spoilers for the others but please feel free to request any character!)

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail*

Ikemen: Sengoku

Ikemen: Vampire

Ikemen: Revolution

Ikemen: Villians

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Fire Emblem: Birthright

Fire Emblem: Conquest

Fire Emblem: Revelation

Resident Evil*/Remake*

Resident Evil 2*/Remake*

Resident Evil 3*/Remake*

Resident Evil 7*

Resident Evil 8*

Baldur's Gate 3

Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth

Stardew Valley (I'm on Year 1 Summer, but can already tell Sebastian and Sam have my whole heart so they're the only two I'm able to write for atm, will update as I finish more)

TV Shows

Blacklist

Criminal Minds

Lucifer 

The Vampire Diaries

Teen Wolf*

Sherlock

Supernatural

Good Omens

The Walking Dead

The Umbrella Academy*

Asian Shows

Sweet Home(currently up to Season 2 episode 2)

Bride of Habaek(currently up to episode 7)

My Holo Love*

Boys Over Flowers*

Cheese in the Trap*

Murphy's Law of Love*

Squid Game*(I'll be picky with these requests probably since it's been a while <3)

Movies

Rise of the Guardians*

Heathers*

Scream*

Scream 2*

Scream 3*

Scream 4*

Hush*

The Little Prince*

Meet Joe Black*

The Princess Bride*

A Little Princess*

Annie*

Rent*

Phantom of the Opera*

Les Miserables*

The Breakfast Club*

Fame

The Santa Clause*

The Santa Clause 2*

The Santa Clause 3*

Spirited Away*

Howl’s Moving Castle*

Princess Mononoke

Ponyo

Iron Man*

Iron Man 2*

Captain America: The Winter Soldier*

Avengers*

Avengers: Infinity War*

Avengers: Endgame*

Spiderman: Homecoming*

Spiderman: Far From Home*

Musicals

Heathers: The Musical*

Epic: The Musical*

Not sure where to put this one so it gets its own category!

Tabletop

Critical Role (Up to Campaign 1, episode 40 atm)

Baldur's Gate 3 Oneshot*

[scarlet--wiccan]

I’m absolutely obsessed with the idea of Amaranth being the darkhold child post transition, not least of all bc I know multiple trans witches irl with botanical names. I know I’m setting myself up for disappointment but it seems like it has so much potential? (Also just. Seems tidy to tackle two plots at once by integrating them into a single character instead of half assing them elsewhere)

Trans people are really underrepresented in marvel comics and like you implied, maybe making the darkhold into a trans girl isn’t the best move for inclusivity. But afaik there arent any trans magical characters besides Loki? The fact that there isn’t already a trans kid at strange academy kind of bugs me; marvel routinely introduces entire teams worth of new people at a time but besides escapade and super trans, there haven’t been many trans additions afaik

I feel like I need to say that there's no reason to lend this theory credence. We haven't actually seen anything pointing in this direction-- quite the opposite, actually, as the Darkhold child was last seen joining Strange Academy, where Agatha, apparently, no longer teaches, in the Blood Hunt tie-in. Also, these characters don't even look to be the same age, which I guess doesn't matter when you're the magical personification of a book, but that kind of leads me to my next point--

I kinda feel like magically aging the character up and transforming them into a girl is not really the same thing as trans representation. I always seem to get in trouble for saying this, but at this point in modern comics, I would really much rather see more characters who are actually trans, than magical or supernatural beings who get to explore and embody gender in a way that, while resonant, often falls short of being representative. I like both, I'm just saying that the limited number of trans characters we do have trends more towards the latter.

I don't know, if it was well-written, I'd be fine with it. The Darkhold child is a new person who is learning to define their humanity on their own terms. Wanda is a great character to support that kind of storyline-- it was a huge part of her relationship with Vision-- and adding an element of gender exploration would make a lot of sense for a modern comic. But I'm also wary of the kind of optics you'd get if Amaranth had to "reveal" herself as the Darkhold boy, or for Wanda to "discover" her true origins, you know?

[sir-klauz]

My Current Anime Watch List for Autumn!

Taisho Otome Fairy Tale (Taishou Otome Otogibanashi)

"Self-styled pessimist Tamahiko Shima lives alone in the mountains of Chiba after losing the use of his right hand in the same car accident that took his mother's life. Deemed incapable by his father and other wealthy relatives, he has been forced into exile; he experiences idle days of reading and sleepless nights of irrepressible angst. True to the Shimas' famous pride and determined not to disgrace his family, Tamahiko is resigned to his new duty—stay in the mountains and wait for death to put an end to his suffering."

Genres: Comedy, Drama, Romance

Theme: Historical

The Kingdoms of Ruin (Hametsu no Oukoku)

"For ages, humanity flourished through the power of magic, a gift from witches to aid mankind. But times have changed. The scientific Gear Expansion has made both magic and witches obsolete. In order to liberate humanity from the blight of magic, the mighty Redia Empire began a ruthless hunt to exterminate all witches. Adonis was only a boy when the hunt began, apprentice to a witch he dearly loved. When she perishes at the hands of the empire, Adonis vows revenge. By this furious wizard's power, blood will flow!"

Genres: Action, Drama, Fantasy, Sci-Fi

Theme: Gore

The Eminence in Shadow Season 2 (Kage no Jitsuryokusha ni Naritakute! 2nd Season)

"Everything has been going according to plan, but the hour of awakening draws near. Cid Kagenou and Shadow Garden investigate the Lawless City, a cesspool where the red moon hangs low in the sky and three powerful monarchs rule the streets. The true draw for Cid, however, is one who can draw blood–the Blood Queen, a vampire who has slumbered in her coffin for aeons. Her awakening approaches, and Cid could finally face a day of reckoning."

Genres: Action, Comedy, Fantasy

Themes: Isekai, Reincarnation

I'm in Love with the Villainess (Watashi no Oshi wa Akuyaku Reijou.)

"The world turns upside down when a corporate drone wakes up as Rae Taylor, the heroine in her favourite otome game, Revolution. Rae is elated at the opportunity to court Claire François, the game’s villainess and the object of her affection. Armed with her knowledge of the game and events to come, Rae sets out to make Claire fall for her. But how will the villainess take Rae’s romantic advances?"

Genres: Comedy, Fantasy, GL, LGBT+

Themes: Isekai, School

After-School Hanako-Kun (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun/Houkago Shounen Hanako-kun)

"The ghostly Hanako-kun and his mortal assistant, Nene Yashiro, usually have their hands full resolving various supernatural incidents in Kamome Academy, but how do they spend their time when they get a break from all that? Come and watch the characters of Toilet-bound Hanako-kun play games, get sick, change genders, and discover world-shaking secrets during their laid-back after-school hours!"

Genres: Comedy, Supernatural

Themes: Parody, School

The Dangers in My Heart (Boku no Kokoro no Yabai Yatsu)

"Kyoutarou Ichikawa may look like a shy and reserved middle school student, but deep within his heart is a bloodthirsty killer. His ultimate desire is to see his classmate Anna Yamada's beautiful face writhing in pain before he ends her life. But this fantasy may never come to fruition, as Ichikawa starts to see an entirely different side to Yamada.

Often seeking refuge in the library, Ichikawa frequently runs into Yamada. It is during these encounters that Ichikawa realizes his model classmate is actually an airhead who can never read the room. As they spend more time together, the boy can not help but feel not only a sense of endearment toward the very girl he wishes to murder but also a desire to protect her at all costs. Is it possible that this sudden change in Ichikawa's perspective could lead to something more?"

Genres: Comedy, Romance

Theme: School

The Ancient Magus' Bride Season 2 Part 2 (Mahoutsukai no Yome Season 2 Part 2)

"Apprentice mage Chise Hatori is invited to enroll at the College, a prestigious learning institution for sorcerers, to examine and look for a way to remove the curses she bears. Despite the reluctance of her groom, Elias Ainsworth, Chise accepts the proposal, as she believes attending the school might help her minimize her self-sacrificing tendencies.

From the get-go, Chise grabs the attention of her classmates and professors alike, who have never seen a mage in action before. However, there is a sinister plot brewing behind the College's back, and the young mage will have to determine who is a friend or foe in order to put a stop to it."

Genres: Drama, Fantasy, Romance

Theme: Mythology

SHY

"As Shy searches for ways to strengthen the power of her heart, she finds support and inspiration in unlikely places; begrudging assistance from Lady Black helps her understand struggle more as they help someone together."

Genres: Action, Drama

Theme: Super Power

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2

"The year is 2006, and the halls of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School echo with the endless bickering and intense debate between two inseparable best friends. Exuding unshakeable confidence, Satoru Gojou and Suguru Getou believe there is no challenge too great for young and powerful Special Grade sorcerers such as themselves. They are tasked with safely delivering a sensible girl named Riko Amanai to the entity whose existence is the very essence of the jujutsu world. However, the mission plunges them into an exhausting swirl of moral conflict that threatens to destroy the already feeble amity between sorcerers and ordinary humans.

Twelve years later, students and sorcerers are the frontline defense against the rising number of high-level curses born from humans' negative emotions. As the entities grow in power, their self-awareness and ambition increase too. The curses unite for the common goal of eradicating humans and creating a world of only cursed energy users, led by a dangerous, ancient cursed spirit. To dispose of their greatest obstacle—the strongest sorcerer, Gojou—they orchestrate an attack at Shibuya Station on Halloween. Dividing into teams, the sorcerers enter the fight prepared to risk everything to protect the innocent and their own kind."

Genres: Action, Fantasy

Theme: School

Girlfriend, Girlfriend Season 2 (Kanojo mo Kanojo Season 2)

"After their hot springs trip, Naoya continues his relationships with both Saki and Nagisa. Bringing along Milika (who kissed Naoya) and Shino (who secretly has romantic feelings for Naoya), they embark on a summer vacation full of romance with a fireworks festival, camping, and Okinawa."

Genres: Comedy, Romance

Themes: Harem, School

[deanwinchesterswitch]

January 2023 Fic Rec List

A new year and lots of new stories to enjoy!

I'm trying to branch out a bit this year, so there are several different fandoms represented below.

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Leverage~

No Title ~ @make-me-imagine. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Eliot x Reader)

~MCU~

But We Lost It ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Steve can save the world, but can’t save his own.

Time Has Brought Your Heart To Me ~ @sunlightdances. Author's Summary: Bucky Barnes’ soul mark appeared on his left arm when he was seventeen years old. His injury and HYDRA took it from him, but does the mark have to physically exist for the connection to take hold?

Wave of Mutilation ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: In his efforts to make amends, Bucky comes to the one name on the list he is not sure he will ever be able to forgive himself for.

~Pick Your Guy~

Hold On ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: A little comfort for anyone in pain, and especially my love. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader)

Surprise ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: A little romantic short story about friends becoming something more.

~RPF~

Little Slice of Heaven ~ @katymacsupernatural. Author's Summary: None (Jensen x Reader)

Wildwood Prequel: Broken ~ @kazosa. Author's Summary: Not everything is sunshine and roses where the reader and Jensen are concerned.

~Sherlock~

Meet-Cute ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

~Star Trek~

Almost Caught ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Academy!Jim Kirk x Reader)

~Supernatural~

All the Help You Can Get ~ @katymacsupernatural. Author's Summary: Sending the Winchesters off on a world saving hunt, you ask for help however you can think of.

Baby I Surrender ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: Dean Winchester has a certain way of dealing with problems, either you fight them or you bottle them up and pretend they don’t exist. Either way, his latest problem looks like neither of these responses will provide a solution, so what if he just surrenders?

Beers & Beef Jerky ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean’s fantasy may just come true.

Crazy Angel ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

Everlong-Masterlist ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.

Frequency ~ @smellingofpoetry. Author's Summary: An old ham radio connects Dean and Y/N through time.

Go For It ~ @imagining-supernatural. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Benny)

Hello Spring Day 5 ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, Reader)

Hold Still ~ @justkending. Author's Summary: None (Dean)

Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: It’s not always easy for Dean to get the girl.

Hot For Teacher ~ @kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: He never forgot the teacher that had the most impact on him.

It Meant Nothing...Right? ~ @deandoesthingstome. Author's Summary: None (John x Reader, ??? X Reader)

Kitchen Karaoke ~ @lastcallatrockysbar. Author's Summary: None (Dean)

Known: Hell and Other Delusions ~ @stusbunker. Author's Series Summary: Hell is a place of torment, a place of pain and despair. A place that had been slowly corroding your soul, until the moment you laid eyes on the Righteous Man and everything changed. Once freed from the confines of your afterlife, you seek out the one person you have any connection to, possessing the first viable vessel you find and riding her in secret.

The years have changed him and you are hesitant to play all your cards. Once he accepts the Mark of Cain, he begins to sense you and all you have been hiding within her. And as much as he wants to rise above temptation, he needs your darkness. But will you allow him to lose his light?

No Title ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Knight of Hell Dean)

Racing/Waiting ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

She Wouldn't Be Into a Guy Like Me ~ @maximumkillshot. Author's Summary: None (DeanxReader)

Should I Get Off? ~ @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis. Author's Summary: You help patch Dean up after a hunt and smut ensues.

Sweet Satisfaction ~ @kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: A special thanks from a grateful witch leads to a surprising weekend. (Dean Winchester s female!reader)

The Man in Apartment 43-Masterpost ~ @talesmaniac89. Author's Summary: Neighbors AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?

The Right Ones ~ @smellingofpoetry. Author's Summary: People always leave him. (Dean Winchester x Reader)

They spoke as if they knew me ~ @glygriffe. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jody Mills, Sam Winchester)

With Pleasured Hands ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover (Dean Winchester x female reader/character)

Tell me about… ~ @impala-dreamer

Dean taking care of you

~The Boys~

Fading Colors ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Soldier Boy gets what he wants and tonight it’s to feel all of you again and again…

I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: Soldier Boy introspective based on the song Rusty Cage, written by Chris Cornell.

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Not Okay ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: He says he’s okay, but you know better. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader)

On AO3

~Supernatural~

Caught ~ kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: Dean and the reader share a room and he just can’t keep his hands to himself.

On Patreon

~RPF~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Number One ~ Author’s Summary: After Radio Company's first show, Jensen is flushed with excitement and needs to channel it into something... extra fun…

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Cracks In The Plaster ~ Author’s Summary: After a long day in the car, Dean's got plans to relieve a little tension…

His Eyes In The Mirror ~ Author’s Summary: Just a little roughness between lovers... (Dean x Reader)

Wicked Desire ~ Author’s Summary: There's never any promise in a one-night-stand, never any certainty when you catch a stranger's eye. It's dangerous, but there was never any question when Dean asked you to join him for a drink…

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 1-5 ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man.  A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn't around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

~The Boys~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Chace You Down ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance.

Prey For Me ~ Author’s Summary: Nothing's worse than being chased through the woods by an all powerful supe... except, maybe, getting caught… (Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader)

[mirandalevi]

Enter to win a 1 of 100 copies of my new novel, From A Youth A Fountain Did Flow.

Supernatural meets The Raven Boys in this thrilling young adult fantasy horror novel about a girl who has lost everything and finds herself in the center of a war between witches and demons. In a world where anything is possible, can she find the things that keep her human? Or is she doomed to a dark destiny? Love. Fate. Darkness. Thrust into a timeless battle between an ancient network of witches and the demon underbelly who will stop at nothing to possess her regenerating body. Scarlet Singer must decide what is worth fighting for in this life. Love, fate, and a greater destiny are all at stake. When Scarlet stumbles upon a poem written in a journal for her more than a hundred-and-fifty years earlier, she must face her greatest fears and accept the possibility that she is the fountain of youth personified. Only a Telepath named Marcus and a Void named Zig stand between Scarlet and the battle over her future. Whom can she trust when both sides have enough reason to end her? If any of them knew the truth, her life would be forfeit.

Praise for From a Youth A Fountain Did Flow

“A fast-paced, intriguing, richly written puzzle box of a book. Every twist and turn left me breathless. That first paragraph grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.” –Aaron Michael Ritchey, award-winning author of The Sages of the Underpass and The Cunning Man series. "This is a captivating tale about witches and demons and a battle as old as time. It is a story of love, loss, and being captured by purpose. The main character is likable and brave, and her growth as she discovers the truth about her past and her power over the future makes a story well worth reading. I highly recommend Mrs. Levi's 'From a Youth a Fountain Did Flow'" ~Cheree Alsop, author of the Werewolf Academy series.

"Pursued by demons, a teenage girl must confront darkness and a terrible destiny in Levi’s YA fantasy novel. In Washington State,17-year-old Scarlet Singer is haunted by nightmarish shadows and a feeling of wrongness. Her bad dreams come true when her home is invaded by a monster in the guise of a man. Her mother sacrifices herself to give her daughter time to escape, and a teenage telepath named Marcus Castillo is drawn to Scarlet, sensing her distress. His grandmother, a witch named Kara, accompanies him and slaughters the demonic killer with magic, and Scarlet’s perception of reality is forever changed (“I know magic isn’t real, and demons are like fairytales designed to scare children. Except, I am now swayed to the argument that demons are real, and magic seems to exist despite my reservations”). Packed with demons, humans reduced to “meat suits,” blood-letting and blood-drinking, witches, telepathy, time-shifting, and supernatural realms reachable through magic portals, the novel is never dull. The abundance of fantasy and horror tropes could have been overkill, but the author weaves them into a neat twist on the concepts of the fountain of youth and reincarnation. The catalyst is the 19th-century journal of a young woman named Kelby, which causes Scarlet, sheltered by a powerful Witches Council, to begin to wonder who—and what—she is, leaving her with a secret she can’t share, hunted by demons and ostensible friends alike. Throughout, Scarlet’s closeness to Witches Council members Marcus and the handsome Zig complicates things... The author effectively keeps the plot moving forward by shifting narratives between Scarlet, Marcus, Zig, Kelby’s journal, an enigmatic witch named Azeltha, Scarlet’s demonic nemesis, Dagon, and a few minor but essential characters. The shocker of a cliffhanger at the end signals a sequel to come. An imaginative fantasy-horror tale anchored by a relatable teen hero, engaging ..." Kirkus Reviews

[cecexwrites]

So I've been living in my Small Town Paranormal Brain a lot lately and it's been really fun.

It currently has 5 main properties and like a mini idea plus a currently just self indulgent next gen that I'm... working on.

And I'm going to talk about it because I am excited

Blackwood

Blackwood is the first. It's the first one I came up with and it's going to be the first series I start with because most of the other series actually branch off of scenes and characters that are in book one of Blackwood.

The working title of Book One is Call of the Wolf but I'm not like, obsessed with it so we will see.

Blackwood is about a small town where supernatural creatures live without the fear of being hunted. They can't be like- openly supernatural because that would escape the confines of the town, but they don't have to look over their shoulders in fear that a hunter will show up and murder them.

Call of the Wolf is about Novak, a lone wolf who is miserable and has been for the past nearly forty years. One morning she wakes up to find a man one her property, nearly mauled to death. She takes him in and patches him up and in the process realizes, he wasn't attacked by just any beast. It was a werewolf, and that puts her in deep shit. She's only allowed to live in the town without joining the pack because she swore she'd never try to start her own pack. Now she and her amnesiac new friend have to prove her innocence and maybe try to get his memories back.

The other books in the series will follow other people in the town, including the Alpha of the pack, the sweet as pie witch with a dark past and the mysterious man in the mansion on the hill who Never. Ever. comes out and into town.

The Kyteler Academy

On a lone island, away from prying human eyes, you will find the Kyteler Academy, a university of magic that one doesn't apply to. When you get the red letter, you will be summoned to your destiny. Cove Pruitt does not want to go to the school. She doesn't want a destiny and she certainly doesn't appreciate being snapped out of her warm cozy bed to deal with the mean girls and dickhead boys of the magic world.

Cove is a character who will appear in Call of the Wolf. She has been raised by her aunt, who isn't that much older than her, and is perfectly happy in her little life. This is going to fulfill my dream of writing dark academia. We will ignore the fact that I am in fact a moron. And I'm going to have to do a lot of reading to figure out how to do this right. It's going to be a small ensemble cast of characters all of whom ended up at this elite academy, some are happy about it, some aren't, and one schemed to get himself there alongside the Pruitt witch.

Something Wicked

Darby Vander Wende is one of many in a long line of hunters. Determined to rid the world of unnatural beings, She broke the mold in her family by being the first Vander Wende Woman to pick up the stake and protect humanity. When a hunt goes sideways, she finds herself at the mercy of a vampire with an attitude problem and face to face with a secret her father desperately wanted to keep hidden.

I decided I wanted to make a couple of OCs who would be 1) in this original story and 2) who I was going to make a bunch of fandom AUs for. And I do plan on doing this with Darby and Bliss, the two main characters in this story. I have a side blog for them, I'll link it when I have it more figured out. But Mostly I am very excited for this. Darby's love interest is a pretty freshly made vampire who does not have the energy for This Bitch (tm)

Meanwhile Bliss is a witch with her own demons. A Werewolf boy who won't take the hint and a human man, who shouldn't know anything about their world. But he just keeps sticking his stupid nose where it doesn't belong.

Violent Delights

Piper Lancaster is having an identity crisis. She spent the first 19 years of her life knowing that hunting was what she was meant to do. It was the work of her brothers, her father, her ancestors all the way back to before they even made it to America. But now, after a tragedy come to life, she's unsure of everything she thought she knew. But life must go on and when she gets a call to come save a family from a poltergeist, she ends up in deep water as a voice appears in her head, and it's no ghost.

I just like the idea of a girl possessed by a demon and they kind of share the space in her head, she's too strong for him to completely take over, but she can't rid herself completely. idk if this is going to be a series, or a single book, maybe a duology? but I am quite very excited about it.

The Adventures of Mavis Pearl

a lil cozy story about a girl who's grandmother passes away and leaves Mavis a cozy old home in the town of Blackwood. I still have very little clue what exactly I'm going to do with this. Is Mavis a witch? Maybe? Fae? Also maybe. All I know is she lives in a house filled with happy memories

Random One-shots/short stories

I have a lot of characters planned for Blackwood that won't have full stories but as part of the character building, I think I'm going to write a bunch of fun little bits and pieces about them (Like Rose from the 'famous' Rose's Diner and her love story with her husband back in the 70's when he'd roll up in his fancy car and impress all the ladies but her) Or how Taylor De Luca's (who will star in book 3 of Blackwood) parents met while they both worked at the infamous Action Park

idk It's just meant to be fun.

Legacy of Night

This is the next gen.

Bijoux and Manon are sisters who escape a magical cult, the cult had plans to sacrifice Bijoux to their 'god' and the night before it was meant to happen, Manon, her younger sister, executes a plan to get them out of there when she realizes what's really going on. The two escape to Blackwood and meet the children of a lot of the people from previous stories.

Is it self absorbed to be obsessed with my own world? No. No it's not. And I'm not sorry.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

The Supernatural Hunting Academy for Boys and Girls

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4E6WmCj by HallmarkDestiel At the Supernatural Hunting Academy, Claire Novak embarks on a thrilling journey of discovery, friendship, and adventure. With her new friend Kaia by her side, Claire navigates the challenges of training to become a hunter while uncovering hidden powers within herself. Together, they face supernatural threats and forge a bond that strengthens with each passing day, proving that with courage and determination, they can overcome any obstacle that comes their way. Words: 11136, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Rowena MacLeod, Max Banes, Alicia Banes, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Rufus Turner, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Kathleen Hudak, Christine Barker, Clark Barker, Audrey (Supernatural: Just My Imagination), Jesse Turner (Supernatural), Magda Peterson, Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Ash (Supernatural), Missouri Moseley, Eileen Leahy, Max (Supernatural: Lebanon), Stacy (Supernatural: Lebanon), Eliot (Supernatural: Lebanon), Aidan (Supernatural: Freaks and Geeks), Krissy Chambers, Josephine Barnes, Ben Braeden, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Adam Milligan, Bobby John (Supernatural: Two and a Half Men) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills, Kathleen Hudak/Christine Barker, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak, Alex Jones/Patience Turner, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Hunting school, School Life, Boarding School, Hunting, Monsters, Canon-Typical Violence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4E6WmCj

[melodiiesxfmadness]

[ lamia attacks // bronte writing piece. ]

— Paradise, Massachusetts.

Paradise is a small ̶(̶ ̶F̶I̶C̶T̶I̶O̶N̶A̶L̶ ̶!̶ ̶)̶ coastal town in Massachusetts about two hours from the big city – Boston – by train or car. Like most coastal towns, tourism happened to be their bread and butter. It was how they survived through the winter.

Bronte had been calling this coastal town home since after leaving camp half-blood. She had grown up in Quebec until she was eight years old, when she was openly attacked on her way to school by some creature. Which was normal — it tended to be a ` thing ` in their culture, demigods were hunted by the monsters in their world. Before passing out, Bronte saw a man with horns and hooves attack the creature — unaware that he was a satyr. Days later, she woke up in the infirmary – for the next eleven years of her life ? Her life was training, schooling and questing. Exactly how it had always been within the safety of the camp. Rumor was that there were famous demigods/demigoddess' in the world — like even the oval office famous at one point.

Most children of Ares were boys, there had only ever been one other girl – Clarissa La Rue. Bronte had no idea what had become of her, they were all half-siblings anyway and some of them didn't even get along. Given who their father / god patron happened to be … that wasn't really any surprise.

Small towns even in this day and age tended to be limited with what they did ( activities wise ). Once in a blue moon there was a drowning, even more rare there was a murder — mostly little crimes like stolen pets, toilet papering and egging houses. Taking the lone police cruiser on a joy ride. Stupid things that bored kids in a miniscule no mall and small cinema town did, despite the distance from the big city. Things she had never experienced but life was pretty much routine inside that little bubble of the camp. Most of the time she hung out at the little town library or that little coffee shop, sometimes at the docks just watching the boats as they moved along the water. It would have been utterly suspicious for a demigoddess to join the boston police academy and then come out to work here at the little sheriff's department. Equally suspicious if she joined any branch of the military, so here she was just assumed to be some little greek / french canadian heiress to an unknown fortune. Hiding away from the enemies of her family because why would anyone look here?

The truth was — she was stationed here by the department of defense. She protected this little coastal town at all costs from those monsters who could easily attack from anywhere — mostly from the water. Her world was concealed from mortals just like other preternatural creatures were. Anything meant to not exist was always hidden by some secret sub division of a government branch. Rumors were that the DOJ and DOW had some supernatural warriors — nephilim — she didn't wish to try and prove it. Digging into government secrets was a dicey business. She already had enemies, and didn't want to add two branches of the government to the list.

It was a little afternoon now when she came walking up the bridge that led towards her dutch colonial style home. There was a man in a dark long-sleeved shirt and matching pants, with sunglasses on and holding a large manilla envelope. This was how missions got delivered to her - no emails, no texts, no phone calls. Not even a fax – the signal was pretty bad out here anyway, at least for the cell phone. She had to go to the end of the bridge to get a decent signal, which was why she had a landline. Still though – this was the safer way, no way it could be intercepted by the wrong party. ‟ Ευχαριστώ. ( Thank you. )” Taking the envelope from the man, she unlocked the front door of her home and placed it on the little table in the foyer — retrieving the mail and morning newspaper from the floor.

— LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. — 10:45 AM.

Traveling to California was only a poor decision if you somehow ended up in the bay area – that was where the roman camp was. Despite the fact that the gods were exactly the same in either culture — their offspring were rivals.

— Anyway.

The reason Bronte had traveled cross country was because children had started to go missing. Not randomly either, a Seraphim had reported seeing a LAMIA leave a home with two children in one hand. Fully grown just very nasty long fingers encompassing their necks, headless necks no less. Lapping at the blood as it walked down the front steps with the parents screaming and crying from inside the house. There had been similar sightings by parents of Greek households who had warned their children that if they didn't behave or mind their elders — Lamia would come for them. That was how trouble started — all they had to do was say that and out she would come, released from her prison to collect those children she'd been promised. The demigoddess knew that the fear was already at an all-time high within the community, there was no way it wasn't because in the file there had been mentions of talks amongst community elders to hide all the children in the basement of every church until the Lamia was killed. To her that was a terrible idea — that would make every child a target if the creature discovered them because they all got bored and chose to sneak out. She already knew how to kill it — a silver knife, blessed by a priest.

Far be it for a daughter of the Greek war god to not have many weapons, especially hand to hand ones / close quarter combat ones. Flying with one was prohibited so days earlier she had called the nearest Greek Orthodox church to make an appointment, in order to have the knife blessed once she had purchased it.

Exiting the airport with at least two other individuals now — both agents of the Department Of Defense — they walked in unison for the unmarked suburban and Bronte stopped. ‟ Κάτι δεν πάει καλά. Μπες στο όχημα. ( Something is wrong. Get in the vehicle. )” Further down the road leading up to the arrivals area, she could hear frantic screams and … … maniacal bleating. Goats. It was then one of the other agents handed her his 9 mm and an extra magazine, ‟ Meet me at the other end. ” The agents nodded before speeding off, looping around to drive back down on the other side of the median as Bronte took off running – jumping across the roofs of the parked vehicles in order to get to the humans fleeing for their lives. Hundreds of Girgentana goats with reds eyes and human like teeth were charging at anyone trying to run from them. She cursed under her breath and gave a sharp whistle — all of the goats looked at her as she jumped from the roof of a small compact car to a sports utility vehicle.

‟ In the name of the gods, Lamia — stop this madness. ” And as the goats began to charge towards her, she opened fire — aiming directly for their heads while whispering a Greek prayer under her breath. There were too many …. but the sound of screeching tires and rapid gun fire was drowning out the screams of the civilians — as the unmarked suburban came speeding up the sidewalk. Horn blasting to get anyone who was still on it INSIDE while the automatic weapon was being fired at the goats from the sun roof. The little white horned demons turned their attention from Bronte to the vehicle, and charged – those maniacal bleats filling the air were followed by the sound of screeching tires as the agent driving turned the wheel HARD in order to turn the vehicle into a donut slide as best as possible. Side swiping many of the little horned demons into the already parked vehicles, or sending them flying.

‟ By order of the Department Of Defense, this airport is on lockdown for the safety of these citizens. Do not let anyone leave or enter the building until agents make contact. ” With many of the goats down now, Bronte safely spoke to the guards outside the arrivals area and then climbed into the suburban. The agent that had been firing the automatic weapon out of the sunroof was back in his seat and offering her a box — inside were 48 silver knives for the priest to bless. Quietly, she closed the box and tried to not smile. ‟ Call it in and have the airport locked down until this can be dealt with … … and maybe see if some Children of Mars can come assist in guarding it. You'll find them in Oakland Hills, in the bay area. ” That was all she said while the vehicle sped down the highway, lights flashing quickly and siren blaring — speeding off to the church.

Lamia knew she was here … which meant more children were in danger.

[ssa-montgomery]

Playlists

Hi there I make way too many playlists for shows I enjoy so I thought I'd share them here for all of you to hopefully enjoy too! I'm actively adding to a lot of them so they will be regularly updated :D

Grey's Anatomy

it's a beautiful day to save lives. - A general Grey's Anatomy playlist

nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life. - An Addison Montgomery playlist

I just want someone to need me as much as I need them because I'm always the one who loves more. - An Addison/Mark, Addison/Derek playlist set in the affair era in New York

what a plot twist you were. - An Addison/Meredith playlist

if you love someone, you tell them. - A Mark Sloan playlist

Criminal Minds

wheels up in 30. - A general Criminal Minds playlist

I know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it. - An Emily Prentiss playlist

sit down and shut up. - An Aaron Hotchner playlist

you, my fine furry friends, are welcome. - A Penelope Garcia playlist

this is calm, and it's doctor. - A Spencer Reid playlist

I am constantly surprised by the longing for you that never quiets. - A Jemily playlist

talk to me baby girl. - A Derek Morgan playlist

I never told you what I should have said. - A Hotchniss playlist

the unsub, or unknown subject. - An Unsub playlist

Supernatural

family don't end in blood. - A general Supernatural playlist

the very touch of you corrupts. - A Destiel playlist

driver picks the music. shotgun shuts his cakehole. - A Dean Winchester playlist

if you can't stand the heat, get out of hell. - A Rowena Macleod playlist

Hannibal

betrayal and forgiveness, are best seen as something akin to falling in love. - A Hannigram playlist

killing must feel good to god too, he does it all the time and are we not created in his image? - A Hannibal Lecter playlist

Arcane

it's been real, cupcake. - A Vi playlist

oil and water, wasn't meant to be. - A Piltovers Finest playlist

Detroit: Become Human

i'm the android sent by cyberlife. - A general Detroit: Become Human playlist

Resident Evil Village

rest while you can, because I will hunt you, and I will break you. - A Lady Dimitrescu playlist

Stranger Things

friends don't lie. - A general Stranger Things playlist

The Umbrella Academy

"get up, we're going." "where?" "to save the world." "oh is that all?" - A general The Umbrella Academy playlist

Lucifer

ain't no rest for the wicked. - A general Lucifer playlist

The Walking Dead

we are the walking dead. - A general Walking Dead playlist

damaged people are dangerous. they know how to survive. - A Daryl Dixon playlist

little pig, little pig, let me in. - A Negan playlist

I ain't nobody's bitch. - pov: getting railed by Daryl Dixon.

Once Upon A Time

the queen is dead, long live the evil queen. - An Evil Queen/Regina Mills playlist

Shadowhunters

for shadowhunters, the descent into hell is easy. - A general Shadowhuters playlist

Moods/Miscellaneous

am I a villain in your story? - A playlist to make you feel like the villain of the story

I feel like a side character watching my own story play out. - A playlist for when you feel like the side character

live like your the main character of the story. - A playlist for when you feel like the main character

girls like girls like boys do. - A playlist for the sapphic vibes

two souls don't find each other by simple accident. - A playlist for romantic/fluffy feelings

the worst possible yearning is missing the person who is standing next to you. - A playlist for the yearning

you are too young to feel like you're running out of time. - A playlist for when you're feeling angsty

they were utterly intoxicated by each other. - A playlist for smutty vibes

I want to break things. - A playlist for when you're feeling angry

it's a pirates life for me. - A playlist for pirate vibes

you say witch like it's a bad thing. - A playlist for witchy vibes

this is halloween. - A playlist for those spooky Halloween vibes

you'll never know how you broke my heart. - A playlist for when you've had your heartbroken

"they hate each other." "no they don't, not really." - A playlist for the Enemies to Lovers vibes

money, money, money must be funny in the rich man's world. - A playlist for being a rich mistress/mafia plotline

the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground. - A playlist of songs that make me feel like a feral animal

music is a window to the soul. - A playlist of songs that make me feel a little too seen

oh i'm sorry, did you forget I was better than you? - A playlist of songs that give me a god complex

somebody come get her, she's dancing like a stripper. - A playlist of songs that make me want to dance like a stripper

i'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual. - A playlist for Pride 2022

heavy is the head that wears the crown. - A dark royalty playlist

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you, take me back to the night we met. - A best friends to enemies to lovers trope playlist

though we don't share the same blood you're my brother and I love you that's the truth. - A found family trope playlist

distance means nothing when someone means everything. - A playlist for long-distance relationships.

you've just found religion, nothing more dangerous than that. - songs that describe love or sex as worship or devotion to a lover in the ways of religious undertones.

something in the orange tells me we're not done. - For when you meet the right person, at the wrong time.

"black sabbath, motörhead, metallica, it's the greatest hits of the mullet rock." - The best of dad rock over the years.

you don't think I know what you've done, but when you call me baby, I know i'm not the only one. - For when you'll never quite know the truth, but you know enough.

it's always have and never hold, you've begun to feel like home. - Songs that sound like they're about a break up but are really about losing your comfort show / comfort character.

[royallyjoon]

nephilim (quatre)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violence, manipulation

undoubtedly, the boys have opened their arms and hearts to you. but have you done the same? life has only gotten more stressful for you, and the closer you find yourself getting to them, the more you feel as though you are changing, and the more you push yourself away. you refuse to break. never forget: one’s hubris could be their hamartia. forge your lonely path with conviction. after all, it may not be yours for much longer. the victor or the fallen--exactly who is it that stands to lose the most?

——————————————————————

For a long time now, you had feared that your relatively peaceful days in Ichabod were coming to an end, and recent events only further proved your point. 

Mana’s forewarning carried its weight well, as Aemilia seemed dead set on making an enemy of you. She went from hardly acknowledging your existence to cursing it. 

She would never lift a finger to do her dirty work, oh no, for how could the delicate Augustus princess stoop so low as to take the garbage out herself?

No, she used her puppets Brooklyn, Constance, and whoever else she managed to sink her claws into in the student body to torment you. 

They tripped you in the halls, stole your belongings, and essentially made it difficult for you to bleed into the background like you used to.

Luckily for you, you happened to gain some formidable allies.

Mana was there to tell Aemilia’s lackeys to back down, and they wouldn’t dare approach you with Jimin around. And he happened to be around more often than not, strangely enough.

The three of you managed to form a strange alliance during this time. Your best friend was still extremely cautious around Jimin and his siblings, as were you, but they had gotten somewhat closer, which made you glad. You didn’t want to be the bridge between them, as you thought that would be tiring and more than you could already handle. 

Still, the two were only human. They wouldn’t always be there to defend you. Nevertheless, you were quite capable of defending yourself. 

You didn’t give Aemilia the satisfaction of breaking under her pressure. You held your head up high despite the amounts of rumors flying around the school about you, even if they made you want to split your own skull open. 

The student body, in part, was divided. Half of them wanted nothing to do with you, considering how you were associated with both the Augustuses and the Kims. They were wary of your actions, claiming you were steps away from meeting Wylynne herself. 

The other half whispered about how tired they were of Aemilia’s antics and tantrums, given that this was not the first time she had behaved like this toward another student. 

Two weeks passed by, and neither you nor Aemilia was giving in. The strawberry blonde was beside herself, and so were her poor friends. Every day that she failed to teach you a lesson was another day she went raving mad in private.

Soon enough, her patience would snap. She would find herself going over the tipping point, but the question remains: Who would stand to lose the most when she got there?

It was another stressful day for you at Ichabod Academy as you sat in your lively homeroom. 

Mana rested on your desk, laying their head on their arms. You figured they would be uncomfortable, considering the way their body was twisted around in their seat, but your friend was drifting off without a care in the world. 

You slumped in your chair, looking every bit as done with life as you had recently felt. There was so much you had to be on the lookout for, and today was no different. 

You blinked tiredly and looked at your best friend. You then decided to lay your head on top of Mana’s, who did nothing more than let out a grunt, and closed your eyes in an attempt to get some rest as well.

When Jimin returned from the restroom, he internally cooed at the sight. 

Your head started rocking back and forth as it tilted dangerously on top of Mana’s. Ensuring he wouldn’t wake you, the boy sat you up and leaned your body on him so that your head was resting on his shoulder. 

He smiled down at you in relief. Your classmates took note of his treatment and started to whisper about the two of you, but one look from him and the room quieted.

Unfortunately for you, the peace was short lived. There was a loud crackling over the intercom that shook both you and Mana awake. 

They sat up and glared at their surroundings in annoyance. You opened your eyes in a flash, desperately hoping it wasn’t your first period teacher. 

“Don’t worry, Ms. Diivi isn’t here yet.” Jimin reassured you. “It was just the intercom.”

You nodded in thanks and covered your yawn with the back of your hand.

There was some more crackling and finally, your principal began to speak. 

“Good afternoon, students. I apologize for the interruption, but this is urgent.  Constance Pierre is to report to the principal’s office immediately. I repeat, Constance Pierre to the principal’s office. Thank you for your attention, and please continue about your day.”

You squinted in confusion. 

Constance has never been called to the principal’s office before in her entire life. Even when she was causing trouble for you and other students, the teachers paid no mind and others were too afraid to report her. What could have happened?

The sound of feet pounding against the floor got closer and closer until you could hear it outside your classroom door. A blonde blur passed the room, disappearing as fast as it had come.

“Pierre...why does that name sound familiar?” You murmured to yourself.

“It’s the name of the freshman that went missing.” Mana said as they stretched. “Chance Pierre, I think.”

Your eyes widened in understanding.

“He was-is Constance’s little brother.” They corrected their statement.

Jimin glanced at your shocked expression and suppressed a dry laugh.

Quite frankly, he could care less about the Pierre family. Constance has been nothing but a nuisance to him and his brother.

He’d been willing to overlook the rumors of how annoyingly outstanding and clever the freshman was because he knew his little brother would always be better. 

But after the blonde went so far as to start pestering you, he used the information he’d gathered against Chance in its opportune moment. And he had no regrets.

You snuck a peek at Jimin and saw a familiar, cold decisiveness plastered on his face. It was the only expression you’d been seeing from him for a while now. Any time someone brought up the missing student, Jimin would go frostily silent. 

It reminded you of the difference between the two of you, just like his reaction--or lack thereof--the morning of Chance’s disappearance had.

You figured he was just uncomfortable talking about the situation and was carefully avoiding it, just as he had with you and Mana that first day you spent lunch together.

At least it wasn’t Mom or Mana, you thought to yourself.

“They must’ve finally found him.” You commented, distracted by your incoming thoughts.

Aemilia’s family is specifically in charge of hunting down anyone who can be perceived as a “threat” to the Kim family. Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre, however, acquired social immunity for themselves and their families as the girls are so close.

Or so you thought.

Constance’s disheveled appearance the morning Chance went missing made much more sense, then. She was worried sick about her little brother, and one of her closest friends didn’t even bother warning her or her family. 

You shuddered. Just how many people would Aemilia sacrifice? How far would she go, just for her sick sense of what was right?

You had no intention of finding out.

By lunch time, the rest of the school had heard exactly what happened to poor Chance Pierre.

The fourteen year old boy was deposited in the family’s living room, returned out of the blue just like all of those who came before him. 

His mother had stepped out for a short moment to go grocery shopping and returned to find her bloody mess of a son, who she then quickly rushed to the hospital.

He was covered in bruises, had a broken arm and leg, several broken ribs, and permanent blindness in his left eye. All things considered, he is one of the lucky ones.

His family was just grateful that he was returned to them still breathing.

Whatever the message was, the Pierre family had received it loud and clear. And so had the rest of the town.

No one is allowed to leave Ichabod. Not without being stopped by Death herself. 

Another school day had come to an end, and you walked out the building with Mana and Jimin at your side. 

Seeing how the end of the month was coming up, you and Jimin decided that it would be best if you went over to his house to work on the project again. The beginning of the presentations were not far off and it was about time you completed your research.

It didn’t take long to convince your mother. The both of you found it easier for you to go over to the Kim residence than to ask Jimin if he could come to your home.

You sat on a granite bench outside of the entrance. Mana stood on your left, leaning up against the wall and Jimin sat to your right, perched on the bench. 

You were waiting for Driver Bin and Mr. Waye to show up when you heard a familiar voice call out.  

“(Y/N)! Jimin hyung!” You watched as Taehyung came running out the school doors, Jungkook trailing calmly behind him.

You waved at the two and gave them a tired smile. Taehyung made himself comfortable on Jimin’s lap as Jungkook stood along the wall near Mana.

“Did you have a good day, (Y/N)?” Taehyung hummed, eyes teeming with concern.

“Yeah, it was fine.” You said, struggling to actually mean that statement. 

Mana gave you a knowing look and huffed out a laugh under their breath.

It’s not as though you almost had your things stolen twice in one day.

This morning, Hoseok saw you chasing a junior who was running away with some of your notebooks and folders in hand. 

His charming smile dropped and he gave her a grim look. All he had to do was extend his hand and she placed the items in his palm, which he then promptly returned to you.

Then one of your classmates stole your laptop while you were at lunch in an effort to wipe the thing. Had it not been for Namjoon walking into the library and catching them in the act, you surely would have lost all of your information. 

Thankfully, he safely retrieved your laptop from your classmate. You made a new password for all of your devices and resolved to never let your bag out of your sight again.

“I’m glad you’re coming over again, though! Maybe we’ll get to watch a movie or play some games together.” He flashed you a boxy grin and you sent him a small smile in return.

“Jungkookie’s got loads of games,” Jimin added, peeking his head out from behind Taehyung. “He’s such a hoarder, he rarely lets us play with him. I’m sure he’d let you, though.”

Jungkook punched Jimin in the shoulder, looking at the ground in embarrassment. “Hyung, what are you saying...”

 “Yeah, that sounds nice.” You sighed absentmindedly. “I could do with a break from school and homework for like, the next month.”

The youngest brother flushed, peeking up at you through his bangs. “If you wanted to, I’d be happy to play with you.” He mumbled as he smiled.

“Oh, there’s Driver Bin!” Taehyung called, hopping up and pulling you and Jimin to your feet. 

You hugged Mana goodbye as the black van pulled up to the curb. Just as you turned to follow Jimin, however, someone knocked their shoulder into yours. 

“Oh, sweetie. You should really watch where you’re going.”

Brooklyn stood in your path with her arms crossed. Over her shoulder, you saw Aemilia and Constance standing a short distance away.  They looked as though they were about to make their way towards Aemilia’s family’s car. 

Of course, she could have just walked around you, but why would she ever let you off easy? 

The strawberry blonde wore a satisfied smile and she leaned over to whisper something in the ear of a haggard Constance. Constance merely blinked and nodded in response. 

You smiled at the girl in front of you. “Of course. It was all my mistake. I’m so sorry, Brooklyn.”

You stepped closer as though you were going to confront her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward you before she could step back.

She fought against you but that only made you grip her arm tighter. You could feel your nails start to dig into her skin.

 “I’m sorry that you’re nothing more than a means to an end.” You murmured in her ear.

The brunette stilled.

“I’m sorry Aemilia couldn’t care less about you or your family.”  You continued, speaking in a low voice. “I’m sorry that your so called friend sees you as mere disposable goods, or should I say...a useful little puppet?”

You released your grip on her arm, bringing your hand up to her shoulder instead and giving it a few consoling pats. “Didn’t your little sister just get the lead role in the school play? I would hate for you to be the next Constance...”

You looked toward the blonde just to emphasize your point and Brooklyn’s eyes followed your gaze.

Constance was staring, unseeing, at the ground, nervously clinging to Aemilia like a lifeline. She was strangely quiet and obedient...like a dog in fear of disobeying its master.

Brooklyn looked back and forth between you, Aemilia, and Constance in utter shock. You sent her one more sympathetic look before moving around her to follow the Kims into their car.

The remaining students whispered, wondering about what you said and in the corner of your eye, you saw Mana tilt their head inquisitively. You knew they had questions, questions you would have to answer later.

You bowed in greeting to Mr. Bin and entered the car behind Jimin like last time, Namjoon going in after you.

Mr. Bin closed the door and walked around to the other side of the vehicle in preparation to leave.

“I’ve never seen Brooklyn look so shocked,” Taehyung said from the backseat. He put his hands on the headrest behind you and poked his head around it. “What did you tell her?”

You shrugged. “Something that could hopefully put her life in a different perspective.”

“I don’t know how you deal with those girls, (Y/N).” Jimin said. “Aren’t you tired of the tricks Aemilia’s playing?”

“Don’t you just want to get rid of them, once and for all?” Taehyung asked, tone darkening.

You shrugged. “For whatever reason, she’s currently obsessed with me-”

The reason being all of you-

“-and of course I want her to stop, but I would never give her the satisfaction of letting her think she won. She’s petty, and a bully.”

You texted your mother an update on your location and locked your phone, looking up at your classmates. “She just needs a reality check. I’d be happy to give it to her every now and then.”

Part of you felt like trying to care for Brooklyn was pointless, especially after the way she treated you. The other part of you felt you were killing two birds with one stone--you were opening her eyes and isolating Aemilia in one go.

While Namjoon and Hoseok nodded in understanding, the rest of the boys couldn’t help but worry. 

They all followed Namjoon’s advice religiously in fear of scaring you away. But what if your independence only made it harder for them to be able to be there for you? What if you never came to them on your own for assistance?

...They would simply have to make it so that you had no other choice, would they not?

But the circumstances were not yet that dire, so for now, you had nothing to fear.

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The ride into the woods was pleasantly silent, and this time you made sure you didn’t fall asleep.

All too soon, Mr. Bin drove the van past the wrought-iron gate and up the impressive driveway. You weren’t as nervous as you were your first time visiting their residence, but you still had your guard up.

The boys bound up the wooden steps and opened the front door, piling into their home. You entered last, quietly closing the door behind you. 

As you were taking off your shoes, you spied a pair of nude slides next to all of the black ones.

Jungkook noticed you looking at them and smiled. “Mother prepared them for you. She saw you wearing hyung’s pair the last time you came over and ordered them after you left with your mom.”

“That’s so kind of her,” you said, slightly in awe. “I’ll be sure to express my thanks.”

You never thought you’d reach the day where Mrs. Kim would welcome you so readily into her home, but here you stood corrected. 

“(Y/N), let’s go!” Jimin called to you from the stairway.

“Coming!” You lay your shoes at the door, slid your feet into the slippers, and went to catch up with him, climbing upstairs. 

The library had hardly changed since you were gone. The shelves were just as dusty and dilapidated as before, and the couch was just as comfortable.

You maintained a safe distance away from Jimin this time as well so he wouldn’t get the opportunity to pull any tricks.

You spent the majority of the afternoon on writing the paper together, as you both had agreed. A few hours later, you finished and decided to get a head start on the presentation.

“‘The strength of a Nephilim depends on which angelic order their parent hails from,’” You read out to Jimin as he added to your shared document from his laptop. 

“‘The sheer majority, however, were parented by those in the third sphere. This was the lowest order consisting of the angels most concerned with the affairs of humans: Principalities, Archangels, and Angels.’”

“Got it.” He claimed, typing out a couple more sentences. “I think we have enough for the background information, but Mrs. Hargrove also wants us to discuss the religions they come from, their abilities and their weaknesses.”

You hummed. “Angels are mentioned in a multitude of religions, but Nephilim are really only mentioned in the Hebrew Bible, according to sources.”

“So that question shouldn’t be so difficult to answer,” He smiled, marking it. 

“Nephilim are really strong,” you said from behind the book cover, fascinated by the information it held. “They appear as ordinary humans on the outside but possess celestial powers bestowed upon them by their angelic parent. They’re faster and stronger than ordinary humans, and are excellent at reading people.” 

Jimin took the book from you and glanced further down in the book to see if he could find more specific powers for your project. 

“Oh, I found something here.” 

You opened your laptop and prepared to type as he read. 

“It says Nephilim possess super strength, longevity, the power of flight, healing abilities, teleportation, telepathy, angelic wrath, illusions, the ability to drain someone’s life force, and telekinesis.” He raised his eyebrow in awe. 

You chuckled as your hands raced to keep up with his words. “Illusions, the ability to drain someone’s life force, and what?”

“Telekinesis, the ability to move things with your mind.” He said. 

“I could use that all the time--like, the other day, I was waiting in front of the student council room to return the uniform I borrowed.” 

You recounted the story for Jimin as he peeked up at you. You were too engrossed in typing, however, to notice his gaze.  “I could have sworn the door was locked, but then Namjoon appeared and it unlocked without him pulling out a key or anything. He just flicked his wrist and open sesame.”

Jimin unabashedly stared at you, a small smile on his face. You always noticed the littlest things about them and it made his heart pound for you a little harder.

“Namjoon hyung always comes in at the coolest moments,” he replied, looking down at what you’d managed to gather so far. “So, we have the powers and where they come from. I think we found a section on their weaknesses the other day.”

“Yeah, it sounds like their main weakness is original sin, or the innate tendency to sin, all humans receive once they’re born.” You thought back to the section you and Jimin read before. “Because they’re part human and part angel, they are constantly at war with themselves and the human side typically wins.”

“Do you think that’s a bad thing?” Jimin asked. 

You closed your laptop. “...What do you mean?”

Jimin shifted, tucking his legs underneath him. “I mean, they’re celestial beings. They have cosmic powers at their disposal, access to the heavens, and everything they could have wanted. But they have a choice to throw it away, to sin, for...whatever the reason may be.” He muttered, glancing aside at the carpet. “If they gave it up, do you think they would have made the right decision?”

You paused for a moment, eyeing the shadows nearby branches cast on the library windows. “It think it depends on the person and what they’re sinning for. Whether they were doing it for their own self interest, or to protect a loved one-”

“What if they were doing it because they loved someone?” Jimin interrupted, eyes widened in curiosity.

Your eyes left the window as you turned to face him. “I would admire their dedication. And it’s not as though they lose their abilities when they fall from grace. I only wish that person would be worth it, and that they’re happy.” 

You smiled wistfully. “An angel losing their wings to love someone for the rest of their life. What a sad, beautiful thing. ’Tis the plight of being human, I suppose. They’re really not that different from us--besides the celestial gifts, of course.”

Jimin grinned and hummed in agreement. 

As always, only you could understand them perfectly.

You stood up from the couch and brushed off the back of your skirt. “Uh, Jimin, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?”

He smiled. “Yeah! You just make a left at the corner, then a right, then another right, and there should be a guest room with a bathroom in it.”

You zoned into and out of your thoughts momentarily and blinked, smiling and nodding at him. “Thanks.”

——————————————————————

Perhaps Jimin told you the directions incorrectly, or you made a left when you should have made a right, but there was no doubt about it. You were lost. There was no bathroom where he stated there was, and you’d been wandering around the third floor for several minutes now with no clue as to where it was.

“Damn this house.” You muttered under your breath. “Only seven people live here, why is it so big?”

You finally came upon what looked like a guest room, one that hopefully had a bathroom inside, when you heard two voices speaking from the behind the partially open door. 

“Seriously. You need to be more careful with these sorts of things.” The first voice said, deep and mature.

You stopped in your tracks immediately.

“It’s not like I wanted this to happen.” the second one spoke. Their voice was much lower and raspier than the first. 

“Of course you didn’t. That’s why you should pay more attention when doing your work.” The first voice nagged and you heard someone hiss.

“Ah, it’s fine. It was worth it. Still, thanks for patching me up, hyung.”

You were stuck near the crack in the door, too afraid to move in fear of being heard. 

“Whatever. You’re too reckless. Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”

“Oh, come on. How was I supposed to know that the kid would make such a-”

“Stop talking.” The first voice stated, sounding much lower than it had before. 

Your eyes shook at the sudden silence and you whipped around to look at the hallway, quickly searching for a place to hide.

About two steps behind you, there was a five foot long indent in the wall, courtesy of the prominent display of a large painting.

You risked it and threw yourself backward, stepping as quietly onto the wood as you could before throwing your back up against the indent, facing away from the room. 

And not a moment too soon, as you heard the door fly open the second you were hidden from view. You sunk to the floor in a crouch.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” You could hear the younger’s voice sound from the room much clearer now.

You sucked yourself as tightly into the corner as you could.

There was no response from the older and you strained your ears for a sign, a hint, anything.

Breathing felt too loud, swallowing felt too loud, the brush of your clothes against your neck as you turned your head felt too loud. Everything was deafening.

Please don’t find me, please don’t find me, please don’t find me-

There was the slow, soft padding of feet on the wooden floor. You trembled as it got closer and closer to where you sat. 

In the corner of your eye, you could see a socked foot, inches away from where you hid.

“Jin hyung!”

Your savior, none other than Jimin, appeared at the end of the hallway, yelling in excitement.

You know he saw you, of course he saw you. It was impossible not to coming from his direction. You cast your eyes down, praying he wouldn’t reveal your presence.

He grinned as he ran towards the man. 

“You came back early!” The younger boy tackled him in a hug, wrapping his legs around him. 

The force drove the man back several steps and he grunted, his foot disappearing from your sight. “Jimin, you’re getting a bit too old for this, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but I know you’ll always carry me, hyung.” You heard him giggle. 

“What are you doing up here?” The other voice asked, joining the other two in the hallway. You remained where you sat, not moving an inch. 

“Yoongi hyung! You came back too!”

He scoffed. “Of course I did.”

“Answer his question first, Jimin ah.” You heard the elder comment in a much warmer voice than the threatening tone you heard behind the door. 

“I was in the library working on a project with my classmate. She had to use the bathroom but she never came back, so I came looking for her.”

You blinked rapidly, staring at the wooden floor in front of you.

There was a pause. 

“Have either of you seen her?” Jimin asked.

“...No, we haven’t.” The deep and mature voice, which you now matched to the eldest brother, replied. 

“I’ll just keep looking, then. But you should head downstairs. Father will be home soon, he’ll be pleased to know you’re here!”

Due to the series of complaints you then heard, it sounded as though Jimin took both of his brothers by the wrist and led them to the stairway down the other side of the hallway. 

You waited in that spot for several moments, until you couldn’t hear anything but the wind blowing up against the walls. Once you ensured that they were gone, you ran back down the hallway you came, bladder be damned.

Of course. How could you have possibly forgotten Mr. and Mrs. Kim’s two eldest children?

Kim Yoongi and Kim Seokjin.

Had you not moved when you did, and had Jimin not interfered when he had, you might have...no, you surely would have lost your life in that instant.

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You made it back to the library, quickly and quietly opening the door before rushing in.

Jimin still hadn’t returned, so no one was there to see you fly over to the couch and plop down to sit. You tried to catch your breath to slow the pounding of your heart.

Kim Yoongi and Kim Seokjin. You were almost caught eavesdropping on their conversation.

You had never wanted to purge your memory more than in that exact moment.

What if they suspect I heard everything? What if they have the Augustuses’ people capture me for it? It couldn’t have been that important--it sounded like they were just patching up wounds. Maybe one of them got into a fight? Surely this wouldn’t be enough to warrant such violence. Even they have limits, yes? Then again, when did they ever need a reason to-

The library doors flew open and you flinched, looking up at them only to sigh in relief.

“(Y/N), there you are! Did you find the bathroom alright?”

Jimin’s eyes twinkled playfully as he smiled at you. You restrained yourself from cursing at or hitting him in anger and relief, choosing instead to let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah,” you stated quietly. “It was fine.”

At that moment you received a text from your mother stating that she was downstairs.

"My mom says she’s here. I guess it’s time for me to go.” You stated, beginning to pack your laptop and notebooks away.

“Sure! I’ll come downstairs with you.” He smiled and turned away from you to return The Word of the Lost to its proper shelf.

“Thanks,” you whispered, then zipped your bag up.

Jimin was already gliding away toward the back of the library, the leather bound book in hand, but he still managed to hear you. He didn’t respond, but he smirked triumphantly.

You accepted his silence as a “You’re welcome” and took the moment to fix your composure. When you were both ready, he led the way downstairs.

“My eldest sons have finally returned home!” You heard Kim Moonsik cheer from the living room. 

His tone, usually melancholic and oily, was much lighter today. You surmised that even his mood could be improved by the sight of his family.

He sat on one of the two settees while his two oldest sons perched on the long, gray couch in front of him. 

They both had black hair and dark eyes, like their brothers and parents. One was casually dressed in a large black hoodie and black sweatpants, while the other looked comfortable in a neutral toned sweater and slacks.

The one sitting on the left rolled his eyes. “I don’t understand why you had hyung drag me here a week earlier than necessary, Father. It isn’t that big of a deal.”

Kim Yoongi was notorious for his rebellious attitude. You had heard that since his days at Ichabod Academy, he never listened to authority figures--his classmates were afraid of him and his teachers let him do as he please. The only time he would adhere to rules and tradition was at the required monthly meetings, for obvious reasons.

“On the contrary,” The older man chuckled. “Every time you come home is cause for occasion, my prodigal son.”

“Have some sympathy for me here.” The eldest drawled with his arms crossed. “I get a headache every time I’m forced to drag you home with me.”

Kim Seokjin, on the other hand, was an entertainer. He would lower people’s defenses with a friendly expression and a joke. The citizens of Ichabod found him much more agreeable and respectable as Mayor Kim’s eldest son. They thought him harmless. They fawned over him and Namjoon, praising the mayor for how well he’d raised them in terms of respect and diplomacy.

They were fools. For even now, you could see it as he lounged back relaxedly in his seat: Kim Seokjin may be considered kind and polite, but he was by no means harmless. 

“Do you want me to bring you some medicine?” Jimin piped up from beside you on the stairs, drawing the three’s attention. 

You could feel the college students’ gaze burning into the side of your face.

You kept your facial expression neutral and descended the stairs behind Jimin, who skipped down the rest of them. 

“Who’s this?” You heard Yoongi question.

“This is my classmate, (Y/N). She’s the person I was looking for earlier,” Jimin said, seating himself in between his older brothers.

You bowed toward them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Seokjin smiled and reached out his hand. You extended yours, expecting a handshake. 

He held it, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the back of it. “The pleasure is all ours.” 

Yoongi smirked as you took your hand back, fighting a blush. “How lovely it is to make your acquaintance.”

“Thank you, you too. It’s nice to see you again as well, Mr. Kim.” You addressed the older man.

“You also, (Y/N) dear. I’m simply ecstatic you took up our invitation.” Mayor Kim said, the usual, passionate fire in his eyes blazing. 

You fought back a shudder. 

“You know the entire town needs to be present, Yoongi ah.” Mr. Kim continued the conversation from before. “You’re no exception.”

“I never said I was,” the second oldest retorted. “I just prefer to spend less of my break here.”

“How’s everything at school, Jiminie?” Seokjin asked as Jimin wrapped his arms around his midsection, skillfully redirecting the subject matter.

“Strange, as usual.” He mumbled, hesitantly looking up at you. 

“I heard the police finally found the Pierre boy,” Mr. Kim added, and you suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in the presence of this conversation.

Where’s my mother? Weren’t we supposed to be leaving?

“Yes, we heard about it at lunch.” Jimin said. His tone when speaking to his father wasn’t as clipped or standoffish as it was when he was speaking to his mother; rather, it was more lackadaisical. “Right, (Y/N)?”

All four heads spun to you, still standing in the middle of the living room. 

“Why are you standing there looking so stiff?” Seokjin sent you a sinister smile. “Come join us.”

This was the last place you wanted to be, but you had no choice in the matter. You smiled awkwardly and shuffled to the empty settee. 

Before you could sit down, however, Jimin jumped up and pulled you to the couch, seating you in his old spot between his brothers. He then claimed the spot on the other side of Seokjin.

You stiffened and relaxed in a second, praying to everything that you didn’t look as uncomfortable as you felt.

The atmosphere was stifling. You couldn’t breathe.

“It’s a shame what happened to him, truly.” Mr. Kim continued, humming in sympathy. “I sincerely hope something like that doesn’t have to happen again.”

How dare he sit here and act as though he had nothing to do with it? What happened to Chance Pierre was his fault! You unconsciously balled your fist in your lap.

“I’m sure everyone will take this lesson to heart, Father.” Seokjin consoled him. “May they never underestimate the power of Wylynne’s grace again.”

“She is holy and forgiving, but some actions need to be punished, yes.” Yoongi added from your right with a cruel smirk. “Praise Wylynne.”

“Praise Wylynne.” Jimin nodded, eyes twinkling with amusement.

It suddenly occurred to you that you were the only one left who had not spoken. When you raised your eyes to meet with the others’, indeed, they were waiting for your response.

“...Praise Wylynne.” You smiled. False religion or not, there was no way you would be testing your luck in front of the divine priest and his sons.

Mr. Kim nodded in approval, then broke out into a laugh. “Wise, hardworking, and devoted; like mother, like daughter. Wylynne surely smiles upon the women of the (L/N) family.”

You laughed awkwardly. “Thank you, Mr. Kim.”

“Will your mother be arriving to get you soon?” Mr. Kim asked you.

“It was to my knowledge that she was already here-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your head spun toward the sound of your mother’s voice and found her standing in the entryway next to Kim Eunbyul. She wore navy blue scrubs today and her hair was pulled back into a bun with a few loose strands in the front. 

You had thought right. The two were a vision next to each other.

Mrs. Kim walked over, bringing your mother with her. “I apologize for the wait--(M/N) and I were having the most delightful conversation. (Y/N) my dear, how are you?”

She sat next to her husband on one settee and your mother took a seat on the other, empty one. 

This was your second time seeing Mrs. Kim, yet you still could not get over her beauty. She wore another silk housedress, a muslin scarf draped behind her back and over her inner arms. 

Her elegance was neither ostentatious nor arrogant. She demanded respect but gave it in return. 

She had what Aemilia desperately sought after but could never possess.

You nodded with a smile, bowing slightly. “Good evening, Mrs. Kim. I’m fine, thanks for worrying. And thank you so much for the sandals, I really appreciate you going out of your way for me.”

The former actress waved her hand lightly as she laughed. “It was no trouble at all!”

She took your hands in hers and looked down at her feet. “Besides, we match!” Following her gaze, your eyes widened. Indeed, you both had the same style and brand of slippers on.

“Thank you so much for the welcoming her so warmly, Mrs. Kim.” Your mother smiled. 

“Of course.” She assured. “Think nothing of it. I already think of you both as family.”

Your heart warmed a bit and you smiled in response to her words, for you already greatly admired Mrs. Kim. To think that she had taken a liking to both you and your mother...

It was then that the rest of the brothers trekked downstairs in curiosity, then heartily grinned once they realized their oldest brothers had arrived.

“How about we let the kids step aside so us adults can talk properly, hmm?” Mrs. Kim suggested, taking her husband’s hand.

Mr. Kim grinned and squeezed her hand in response. “A wonderful idea, love.”

The boys then quickly pulled you away from the main couches, moving your discussion toward the glass windows. 

You looked back at your mom a couple of times while the brothers greeted each other before focusing on the conversation at hand.

The eight of you stood in a circle near the windows, and you were currently stuck between Jungkook and Seokjin. 

“The other day, (Y/N) said she really liked your interior designing, Jin hyung.” Hoseok piped up. “She said she thought the living room was lovely.”

“Did she? She must have impeccable taste.” He playfully winked at you.

You smiled weakly. “Thank you. I really admire what you’ve done with the space.”

Yoongi, across from you, leaned against the glass. “How is everything at the academy these days?” He asked. 

You hesitated to answer then directed your gaze to the floor thinking the question was not meant for you. When you didn’t hear any of the other boys speak, you looked up and found six sets of eyes on you.

Their gazes were so focused and intense, as if you would break or disappear the moment they looked away. You shifted your eyes.

“It’s not the easiest, but isn’t that what high school is like for everyone?” You grimace-smiled.

“(Y/N)’s being bullied.” Taehyung revealed, draping himself over Jimin’s shoulder. “Aemilia Augustus and her lackeys won’t leave her alone.”

This little-

You whipped your head around to see if your mother had heard anything. Thankfully, Taehyung’s voice was lowered at the time. She seemed engrossed in her discussion with Mrs. Kim. 

“The Augustus princess?” Yoongi asked, interrupting your thoughts. 

“She’s what?” Jin started in surprise, his polite smile turning into a displeased frown. He glanced at Namjoon. The student council president simply nodded in response.

“She has the other kids pester or steal from (Y/N).” Hoseok added, glaring out the window. “The students can hardly stop talking about it.” 

Jungkook gently tugged on your shirt sleeve to get your attention. “If she’ s bothering you--” 

“It’s alright.” You assured them before they could really give Aemilia and her people a reason to go after you. “I’m working it out.”

“And how well is that going?” Namjoon snorted, giving you a knowing look.

You grimaced, locking and unlocking your phone. “...I’m working it out.” You repeated, suddenly fascinated by the wooden floor.

“If she ever gives you a hard time, you let me know.” Yoongi said, holding up his fists. One hand was wrapped in bandages and the other hand was bare, knuckles covered in torn skin and still-healing scabs. “I don’t get these from just lying around, if you catch my drift.”

You gaped at his hands and at the offer. Kim Yoongi? Offering to beat someone up for you? Where had his famous apathetic attitude gone?

“Violence is never the answer, Yoongi ah.” Seokjin replied before you could. He gently took your phone from you while it was unlocked and swiped around until he found your contacts. “If you ever need help, just give us a call. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We’ll always be there.”

You opened and closed your mouth in distress. 

Seokjin pointedly ignored the glare Namjoon was sending his way. 

He was jealous of his younger brothers, who got to see and speak with you every day. Earlier, he’d been in the middle of healing and wrapping Yoongi’s injury when he saw your shadow outside the door. 

He’d barely been able to hold himself back from ripping you out your hiding spot and pulling you into his arms. But then all of their progress would have been for naught. 

So he allowed Jimin to drag him away. 

But not anymore.

He understood that you needed your time and space but, really, their angel shouldn’t be so stubborn around them. 

He held the device out to you and you took it back, observing the six newest additions to your contacts list. He’d taken the time to add not just his number, but the rest of the brothers’ numbers as well.

“Thank you,” You confided with a rare, genuine, and small smile, “really. But I can handle it myself.”

On the outside, some of them nodded while the others frowned at the floor.

On the inside, however, they collectively sighed inside their head, tired of your age old response.

They just wanted you to be able to lean on them, to see them as another option that was always available to you, and only you.

How long was it going to take for you to trust them? How far would they have to go to capture the object of their desire?

Whatever the obstacle, they would surely overcome it. 

Your mother called your name once more and you shouldered your bag, replacing the nude slippers with your school shoes.

“I hope you have a pleasant night,” You said to the brothers, fumbling with your shoes. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow!” Jimin waved you off with a smile and his brothers and parents chorused farewells behind him.

You both bowed once more to the Kim family and descended the stairs, making as hasty but collected an exit as possible.

“I swear, (Y/N), I lose years off my life every time I come to this house,” your mother murmured once you both sat in the car.

“You know what, Mom? So do I.” You exhaled, slumping down in the front seat. “Drive slowly, won’t you? I might be the one throwing up once we reach the edge of the woods.”

Your mother barked out a laugh and nodded in thanks to Mr. Bin as he opened the gate. 

As you drove away from the Kim family home, you opened your messages and texted Mana, updating them on how you’d nearly lost your life this time.

That night, you ate dinner, cleaned up, finished other assignments, and had an hours long conversation with Mana about Brooklyn and your latest visit to the Kim residence.

The way their eyes bugged out of their head when you told them about how you’d nearly gotten caught made you laugh. Of course, it hadn’t been funny in the moment. Even thinking about it now made you slightly nauseous.

But you went to sleep that night all the same, dreaming once again of haunting, magnificent black wings.

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Once the front door of the Kim household closed, Jimin’s cheerful face dropped into a scowl. 

And he was not the only one upset. All seven of them glowered around the room in the aftermath of (Y/N)’s departure.

Kim Eunbyul and Kim Moonsik sat deathly still on the couch, unprepared for whatever was coming.

When someone is explosive with anger, they are destructive. One might break things, they may say harmful words, but for the most part, one takes their anger out in that single moment.

The seven men behind them were different.  

When they were angry, they plotted. The harder it was for them to get what they wanted, the harder they fought. They made sure there would be nothing that could possibly be in their way. 

“We told you to be patient, hyung.” Namjoon broke the angry silence. “Don’t ruin all of our plans with your ineptitude.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Seokjin scoffed. “I put your number in her phone, too. Try being a little grateful.”

“Don’t disrespect your elders, Namjoon.” Hoseok chided, shoving his hands in his pockets. “We told you to put your dog on her leash.”

“You weren’t complaining when Aemilia’s antics gave you opportunities to help (Y/N),” Namjoon sneered. “I loathe her very existence as well, don’t misunderstand me.”

“You should hear the rumors going around at school, Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook frowned. “People are placing bets on how soon Aemilia’s going to destroy her.”

“I know you’re the brains of this operation but if (Y/N) gets hurt, this is not going to end prettily.” Yoongi stated solemnly.

“I won’t let it get to that point.” Namjoon assured.

“Get it together. And keep that girl in line.” Seokjin nodded.

There was a significant reason Eunbyul was so receptive of the (h/c) haired girl and her mother. 

Despite the fact that she really did enjoy your company and was happy to welcome you into their home, she knew what would await her if she ever dared to mistreat you.

You precious thing. You precious, hardheaded, stubborn thing. Why did you not give in to what they wanted? Could you truly not see how much they how much they longed to protect possess be with you?

Perhaps you’ve already started picking up on it, and this was why you wanted to distance yourself from them before it was too late.

You beautiful, foolish thing. It was already far too late.

Eunbyul quivered, squeezing her husband’s hand. Moonsik wore a stony expression on his face, but he squeezed his wife’s hand back with surprising strength. 

When she looked up from her lap, she gasped, for Jungkook was squatting directly in front of her. She felt as though his dark gaze was piercing her soul.

The probability of that very thing happening in this instant was high.

She exhaled and carefully avoided his gaze.

“Mother, Father,” he hummed, “is everything alright? You’re shaking like leaves in the wind.”

“Oh dear.” Taehyung replied, resting his arms on the back of the settee behind them. He tilted his head and frowned down at the two as if they were insects, scurrying around in an attempt to escape their deaths. “That doesn’t sound very good.”

“I’m sure it was just a result of them working so hard.” Seokjin smiled at Moonsik. “I must say, I was impressed.” The elder simply nodded and avoided his gaze.

Namjoon strolled over to Eunbyul’s side of the settee and gently pat the woman on her back. “Your performance today was especially moving, Mother.”

“At least she wasn’t trembling in front of (Y/N) like she did last time,” Jimin kissed his teeth. “Useless woman.”

Hoseok bent over in laughter, the outburst shortening into a light giggle as he joined them by the couches. 

“They work diligently, why not praise them once in a while?” He suggested, suppressing another laugh.

“Like I’ll ever.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “I really hope you know what you’re talking about, Namjoon hyung. I’m going to bed before I feel the need to hit something--or someone.” Jimin glared and bounded back up the stairs.

“It’s alright. We’re fine.” Eunbyul forced out. “Thank you.”

“Yes, you should be. If you weren’t, it would imply you did something wrong.” Yoongi smiled.

“And if you did something wrong,” Jin continued, “...well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

She stiffly nodded. 

“Of course not.” Taehyung grinned and pat her head condescendingly. 

“Of course.” Moonshik repeated, willing his hands to stop trembling.

He had never expected this to happen. He never thought he would be living the life that he did.

He had called for power, and he had surely received it, but not in the way he thought he would.

Was the insurmountable power worth the treatment he received in his own home?

Yes. And if he had to repeat it, he would have made the exact same decision. It would surely be worth it. That was what he told himself day in and day out, the prayer he spoke to his god in an attempt to convince himself of the lie.

It would surely be worth it.

“We’re trusting you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.” 

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The Augustus residence was a fairly old building, a beautiful family manor transformed into a modern, affluent home. It stood in the center of the city, as their family used to be the epicenter of society. 

Aemilia found both her home and its location extremely fitting. 

As unfortunate as it would be that she would have to move from this stately home to one in the middle-of-nowhere woods, she was willing to deal with it. She would follow her future husband anywhere, everywhere, if need be.

Usually, the esteemed Augustus home was silent. 

“How could you?” Brooklyn shouted in anger.

But today, those grand old walls whispered in the wind through quite the ruckus.

“The people that work for your family dragged Constance’s little brother out of his home in the middle of the day! They tortured him for two weeks! You knew where he was the whole time, and you didn’t say a thing!” Brooklyn gestured toward their friend. “She came to you for help, and you slammed the door in her face!”

The blonde had stopped talking long ago. She curled herself into a ball and tucked her head into her chest, looking well on the verge of a panic attack. 

The three girls had arrived at Aemilia’s house earlier, prepared to do the usual: finish some homework, study, and binge watch some shows. 

But (Y/N) (L/N)’s words had been ringing inside of Brooklyn’s head all afternoon. 

A means to an end. 

Disposable goods.

A useful little puppet.

She couldn’t take thinking it anymore, so she finally voiced the dreaded question. Brooklyn asked Aemilia what she and Constance meant to her.

The strawberry blonde tilted her head, staying quiet for several minutes. She then grinned and replied,“My ladies in waiting?”

For Wylynne’s sake. She could have at least been less direct than to compare them to literal servants.

Brooklyn erupted at Aemilia, asking her if that’s what she thought years of friendship had amounted to, thus leading them to their current argument.

For whatever reason, it had never occurred to the brunette that Aemilia may be using her. She thought she had broken the barriers the callous girl held for her long ago, but after Constance showed up at Brooklyn’s house in tears, combined with Aemilia’s response to Chance’s disappearance...

Perhaps it was time she seriously reevaluated their “friendship”.

“Don’t you think you could have reassured her that he was alive? Even police officers tell family members when people have been arrested.” Brooklyn glared at the other girl.

“Get real, Brooklyn. This isn’t a stupid police station. This is Ichabod. It’s because we live in Ichabod that Chance broke the law, and received his due punishment.” Aemilia justified coldly.

“A fourteen year old boy in laying in his bed, covered in bruises and permanently blind in one eye. But I need to get real because this is Ichabod, and that somehow makes it okay?” Brooklyn raised her volume, disturbed by how convicted Aemilia was in her reasoning. “How could you possibly think that makes it okay?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Aemilia sneered, “I wasn’t aware that I needed your opinion or approval for my thoughts and actions.”

“That’s exactly the problem! This is about you playing us, using us through your actions! I honestly thought we meant more than that to you!” She snarled in response.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” Aemilia shrugged. “You and Constance used me for popularity and safety, and now you come crying to me, claiming that I can’t use you in return?” She barked out a laugh. “That hardly seems fair. How ungrateful.”

The brunette couldn’t deny the benefits that came along with being close to the strawberry blonde, but for her to twist their entire history and friendship into one of utility? She was beside herself with anger.

“Used you? You think we used you? For what?” She roared. “Your money? Your status? Don’t you think we have those exact same things?” 

Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre were not one’s normal, run of the mill best friends. In fact, they were in extremely similar situations to Aemilia, for their families were also members of the old city elite. 

The Hayes and Pierres had lived in Ichabod for nearly as long as the Augustuses. They may not have had the same amount of prestige that Aemilia lay claim to, but they certainly were not far off.

“You grew up with us and thought we were nothing more than what? Walking labels that strengthened your social status? People you could use to do your bidding?” Brooklyn deadpanned. “We were nothing more than pawns in your game, weren’t we?”

“We didn’t befriend you because of your title or your family, Aemilia. We befriended you because we admired you and your personality. We weren’t the ones that twisted your perception of us into toys, or puppets, or ladies in waiting.” She gave a mirthless smile. “That was all you.”

Aemilia paused, reminiscing on her younger days. In every interaction she ever experienced, she was treated like royalty. At some point, she simply assumed it was natural for everyone to bend to her every whim.

Everyone...except for those two.

They had approached her for some childish reason like playing dolls or tag or other, but it was all genuine. 

“I honestly can’t believe you.” Brooklyn shook her head at her silence and stormed around the room, collecting her and Constance’s materials and shoving them into their respective bags. 

“All these years. All these years, and I was that clueless, that hopeful.” Brooklyn muttered as she gave her a cruel smile. “I can’t believe (Y/N) (L/N) knew you better than I did.” 

Aemilia’s face flushed bright red. 

“Your ladies in waiting are going to relieve themselves of their position now.” Brooklyn carefully dragged the non responsive blonde to her feet, holding both of their bags and contacting her personal driver. She curled her lip. “Please feel free to march your way to the throne by yourself, your highness.” 

The door slammed shut behind them, and for a moment, the residence was silent once more.

Then, with an anguished cry, Aemilia picked up whatever textbooks were nearby and vaulted them at her walls.

First, her future husband. Next, her friends. What would that (h/c) haired bitch steal next? Her life?

“No. No. I won’t let it get that far. I would never let you get away with it!” She screamed, hurling another book. 

Her bedroom door swung open and her father ducked the incoming textbook. “Aemilia! What on earth is going on? Brooklyn and Constance just left looking extremely upset, did you three have an argument?”

She dropped the rest of the textbooks, raced to her father and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Daddy, I need you to call up the special squadron.”

Aloysius Augustus held his daughter’s hands and warily pried them off of him. “Whatever for?”

Aemilia flashed him a maniacal grin. “Namjoon just texted me. He says his father believes he’s found in another soul in dire need of discipline.”

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Ever since engaging in this battle of wills with Aemilia, you tell yourself that there isn’t anything that could surprise you anymore.

Yet the actions of your classmates the next morning were strange. Stranger than you could possibly anticipate.

You entered the classroom and found a group of girls standing in a huddle around a desk, whispering to one another.

The room was strangely empty. Neither Mana nor Jimin had arrived yet, nor had some of your other classmates known for coming to school relatively early.

The girls noticed your entrance and quieted immediately. You found this suspicious, so you decided you wanted nothing to do with them. You shifted your gaze away from them and kept on walking to your seat.

That is, until you heard one of them scoff loudly in your direction.

“I mean, just look at her. She walks around the school as if she’s better than us, just because Ms. Diivi had Jimin sit next to her.”

You froze but their tittering only got louder. 

The girl that scoffed before, a classmate of yours named Seph, left the group and stood in front of you with crossed arms.

“You’re not anything special, (Y/N). You shouldn’t mistake yourself.”

The others seemed to agree with her as, soon enough, they left the desk one by one to surround you.

“It’s really pathetic how you practically beg for Jimin’s attention.”

“The other day, when you made him give you his sweater? It was really embarrassing.”

“Yeah, I could hardly stand to watch.”

They imitated your shivering as they laughed, making it look as though you were having a seizure.

“You used to be tolerable at the least, but Jimin transferred to our class and you finally decided to take the opportunity to climb the ranks, huh?” Another sneered.

You could hardly move. You were stuck in place, the words swimming around in your head.

Externally, you stared down at the ground in confusion, but internally, you were shocked. You couldn’t believe the accusations the girls were coming up with.

Even after everything this town had been through, the Kim brothers still had some sort of deluded fan club...and now they were coming after you.

“What the hell?” You finally said, lifting your head to look each of them in the eye. “Why would I go begging for his attention?”

“Don’t try to deny it, bitch.” Seph snarled. “You used to keep your head down and mind your business like the rest of us, but now, all of a sudden, you’re relishing in the spotlight.”

“We’ll see just how much Jimin likes you soon enough.” One of her lackeys snickered.

They left you where you stood, turning their attention to the doorway.

You could see Jimin from the glass window in the door, waving goodbye to Taehyung as he headed off to his respective classroom. He reached down to twist the knob and pulled the door open.

Had you blinked, you would have missed the entire thing.

Seph pulled a bucket out from under the desk they were all crowded around and threw its contents all over Jimin.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in shock as he was doused in water from head to toe. His uniform was soaked and his hair lost its floofy nature, flattening down over his eyes.

One of the girls ripped the bucket away from her and shoved it into your hands. They moved back in tandem, shocked gasps hiding their deeds as Jimin wiped water out of his eyes, which landed on you holding the bucket.

“(Y/N)...?”

You were just as shocked as he was, mouth agape. The evidence was completely against you.

He looked up at you with teary eyes. He looked hurt, so angry, you figured there was no way you were going to get out of this.

“I didn’t do it, why would I?” You protested.

“Jimin, are you alright?” The ringleader picked back up, skillfully concealing a triumphant smirk with an open look of concern. “(Y/N), how could you do such an awful thing? Especially after he’s been nothing but kind to you...”

Wow, does she get lessons from Mrs. Kim or something?

You dropped the bucket in surprise. “No! Jimin, it wasn’t me, I promise, they just grabbed the bucket out of nowhere-”

This is it. My mother is going to have to bury her daughter young. I failed to provide for her, or thank her for everything she’s done for me. Your thoughts couldn’t stop racing. 

“Even for a prank, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?” They continued behind you.

“She’s been acting all this time. I’m not surprised.” 

“He treated her so well and it all just blew up in his face.”

“That’s just like her.”

“She’s lying directly to his face, how fake.”

“Disgusting.”

They continued spouting lies in front of Jimin, telling him about how you were only using him, how you would curse his very existence behind his back. 

Jimin approached you, his wet shoes squeaking on the tile floors.

You backed up, intimidated, bumping the back of your leg against another desk and falling to the floor.

...Would begging help? 

When you finally looked up at him, begging felt like an appealing option.

Jimin’s eyes glistened, chocolate colored irises now hardened and flashing gold.

They were even colder than the ones you’d seen in your dreams, and you felt the temperature around you drop considerably.

You must have been going crazy with terror, something that wasn’t completely amiss in your town. The girls behind you were feasting on the fearful expression in your eyes.

Then, right as you were about to stand, Jimin gently put his hands on your elbows and guided you up.

To their surprise, he tugged you to your feet, wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and pulled you in for a hug.

“You must have been so scared, weren’t you, (Y/N)?” Jimin whispered in your ear. “Those rats dared to mess with you. They tried to come between us with petty rumors and tricks. It’s okay, I’m here now. I believe you.”

He rubbed his hand up and down your back, the water from his uniform seeping into the front of yours. “I’ll make sure you have nothing to fear.”

Jimin pulled away from the hug, smiling at you. He then turned to face the girls, and with that same chilling smile, spoke.

“You all enjoy playing pranks, yes?”

The girls’ expressions changed in a matter of seconds, from snickers and taunts to tearful pleads.

Seph could hardly pick her jaw up off the floor. “Jimin! It was (Y/N), we all saw her-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You heard a low chuckle sound from the doorway and whipped your head towards the sound.

“I saw everything with my own eyes.” Hoseok stood in the entrance, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame.

When had he gotten there?

“And quite frankly, I don’t take too kindly to you lying about what happened to my darling little brother.” His famed smile slipped from his face as he stared down the girls with more hatred than you’d ever seen him possess.

“Jimin...” you reached out to get his attention, but he couldn’t pry his gaze away from the detestable scum that stood before him.

How quickly the tables had turned, you thought as you watched them cower.

Jimin calmly walked toward her and tucked his hand underneath her chin, yanking her ear to his mouth.

He directly whispered into Seph’s ear, but everyone in the room besides (Y/N) heard the same thing, the message pulsing loud and clear inside their heads.

“I’ll make you wish you had never done that.”

He left the group huddling against one another in fright.

“You’ll have to try harder than that.” Hoseok smirked and kicked off the door, walking off with his hands in his pocket.

You stood, incredulous at what had just happened.

“Jimin.” You lay your hand on his shoulder and he covered it with his, turning to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide with expectation.

“Let’s go see your brother, we can get you some new clothes.” You said softly. He smiled serenely and nodded, dragging you to the door by the hand.

Before you could step out, however, he turned around to face them and glowered. “Clean this mess up.”

Seph whimpered and knelt down to pick up the bucket. The other girls scrambled to collect paper towels to dry the floor.

You watched them, trying to conjure up some form of sympathy. That could have been you, cowering beneath him. Moments ago, that was you.

Frighteningly enough, that familiar, heart-strengthening feeling made no appearance. There was no hatred, no remorse. You felt nothing as you were dragged away to the third floor.

Jimin knocked on the door to the student council room, smiling as he spotted his brother. Namjoon, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Hyung! I need a new uniform.”

He stepped back to let the two of you enter. Jimin released your hand and beelined for the atrium, grabbing a new shirt and a pair of pants. He then stepped into the bathroom and loudly shut the door.

“Do you mind telling me what that was all about?” Namjoon looked down at you for a moment before his eyes flew up and he stared at the wall with newfound interest. “Feel free to grab a change of clothes as well.”

You followed his gaze and jumped at just how wet the front of your shirt had gotten. “Thanks,” you muttered, desperately hiding your blush.

I’m seriously finding myself back here too often.

You got another polo from the closet and left the door open as you changed, praying that Jimin wouldn’t leave the bathroom and that Namjoon wouldn’t walk around the corner. To keep him busy, you filled him in on what had happened moments before.

When you were finished, you stepped out into the main room with your wet shirt folded over your arm. Namjoon leaned against the wooden table with his arms crossed. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked as though he didn’t know whether to laugh or punch someone.

You glanced at Namjoon and thought back to the way he looked at the people around him.

It quickly dawned on you how bothered you were by Namjoon’s view of everyone around him as some sort of game. 

He always wore an amused smile on his face: when he was looking at his mother in his family home, when he heard what Constance did to you, when he saw all of the students worrying over Chance, and whenever Aemilia and her antics were brought up.

He probably thought he was so clever at hiding it, at being the misfortunate yet accomplished gentleman that everyone perceived him to be, but you saw right through his act.

“The audacity they have to dare make such a ruckus on school property,” He clenched his jaw. “Don’t worry. They will surely receive proper punishment.”

You nodded, eyes glazing over with indifference.

You were too grateful that it was not you or Mana and too exhausted to be concerned with the affairs of other students.

They should have been prepared for this, at the very least. You were only worried about the well being of you and your loved ones.

Did that make you incredibly selfish? Did that make you just like...them?

A hot flash of anger rose in you and died as quickly as it had appeared.

Perhaps Namjoon’s act angered you because it was so similar to, no, better, than your own.

Your face twisted in response to your thoughts. “Thanks for the help. I’ll be sure to pay you back. Tell Jimin I’ll see him in class,” you muttered and bowed then left, needing to separate yourself from them as soon as possible.

Namjoon watched you leave, intrigued by the sudden look of displeasure you wore. “...She noticed,” he chuckled to himself.

"She must not have liked it,” Jimin said as he walked out, fully changed. His hair was still a little wet, but it was nothing he couldn’t take care of later.

Namjoon scoffed.

His little brother subsequently seized opportunity of your absence to explain to Namjoon just how delightful you looked in front of him.

“She looked as though she were about to beg, hyung. As gorgeous a sight as it was, those lower beings had the nerve to send her to her knees.” Jimin growled. “They terrified her, made her think I was going to hurt her.”

“What would you like to do with them?” Namjoon asked him as he leaned against the wooden table, a familiar smirk on his face.

By the end of homeroom, those girls were removed from your section. By the end of lunch, they had left your class and the school completely.

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The final bell rang and you lifted your head off your desk. You’d been trapped in your thoughts since earlier today, but your class schedule had given you no time to focus on your inner monologue.

Someone’s finger tapped your shoulder and you snapped out of your thoughts, directing your attention to them. 

A freshman stood before you nervously and passed you a folded piece of paper. 

“Thanks,” you muttered.

The kid nodded and scurried out of the classroom.

You unfolded the paper, reading the slightly disorganized handwriting. 

You and me, (L/N). Show up alone. Rooftop. 4 pm.

You didn’t even need to ask the kid who it was from.

“This is the game you’re going to play?” You mumbled to yourself. “You still can’t even confront me face to face.”

Unfortunately for you, you already were alone. Mana never came to school today, as they had gone with their father to visit their grandmother at her nursing home, and Jimin was going to be in robotics club for the next forty-five minutes or so.

Then again, Brooklyn and Constance didn’t look like they were attached to Aemilia’s hip today either. The brunette spent all of lunch sending her a bunch of particularly nasty glares from across the cafeteria.

You eyed the clock. fiddling with your phone. After several minutes of deliberation, you opened it to text your mother that you would take yourself home today. 

Let’s get this over with.

Approximately thirty minutes later, you shouldered your back pack on and made your way to the school staircase. 

You texted Mana an update on where you were going and what you were going to do, just in case. After a second thought, you also texted Jimin.

They must not have had their phones on them because they didn’t text back immediately, so you locked yours and put it in your pocket.

When you finally arrived to the rooftop, you saw Aemilia standing near the edge, strawberry blonde ponytail swinging in the autumn breeze.

You already weren’t feeling well and wanted to go home several hours ago. Alas, you were here. 

Your school rooftop was moderately large; appropriate, considering the size of the building. There was nothing up there but a few stacked, forlorn chairs, scattered materials, and blocks of concrete that functioned as storage spaces.

“What do you want, Aemilia?” You asked tiredly. 

She didn’t say anything, nor did she turn around. You walked a couple steps closer to her and stopped. “Hello?” 

“Did you enjoy yourself, (Y/N)?” She asked, her back still facing you. 

You squinted in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Did you enjoy taking everything away from me? Everything that I deemed mine?” Aemilia finally turned to face you. 

On the outside, she looked no different than she had a couple of days ago, but her eyes seemed...hollow.

“I didn’t take anything from you.” You pointed out. “Though, it sounds like you finally realized how skilled you are at pushing people away from you. That has nothing to do with me.”

“Don’t lie to my face.” She croaked out a laugh. “Don’t you dare claim that you haven’t stolen anything of mine.”

Her gaze turned malicious. “I thought you’d be a bug. Small, easy to crush. I wanted to make you even more insignificant than you already were. Unidentifiable.”

“But the harder I tried, the more I failed to crush you. I wanted to rub you into the dirt, but you kept on escaping unblemished.” She gazed in bored ire at her own two hands as though there was something on them that only she could see.

“So I realized, if I can’t crush you, then I’ll just have to destroy you. Completely.”

Foreign hands grabbed your arms with a vice and you started, immediately fighting to pry them off. 

“Are you fucking serious? What are you doing?” You voice was a mixture of fear and disbelief.

Had your greatest fear finally come true? Were the Kims actually going to make an example of you?

“I’m simply executing my right as an Augustus. I am removing anyone who is a threat to the Kim’s empire. My future empire.” She calmly remarked, nodding tonce o whoever was behind you. 

No. She was doing this for her own purpose. Her sense of order, of what was right in the world.

“Aemilia! You can’t do this!” Your voice raised in pitch and your breathing increased, your blood pumping faster and faster by the second. The hands on your arms were growing tighter and tighter.

“Oh, (Y/N). I tried to warn you several times. You didn’t listen.” She chided with false disappointment. “You did this to yourself.”

“Are you scared? Have you now realized your wrong doing? What a shame.” You watched in horror as a deranged smile crept its way onto her face and Aemilia threw her head back in laughter. “It’s already too late!”

There was no time for her descent into madness.

You stilled for just a second, then rocked your head back and successfully slammed it into your captor’s. There was a low grunt from behind you and the person let you go. You took off without a second thought.

You didn’t even bother trying the school door, as you knew it would be blocked. 

Instead, you ran past Aemilia, shoving her aside as hard as you could, in the direction of the roof’s edge.

The strawberry blonde fell, but her laughter didn’t pause--if anything, it only rose in volume. 

You realized the person had regained control of themself, as they came barreling after you.

Yet you also knew that one floor below you, there was a balcony informally used by all the students as a multipurpose space. To your knowledge, it consisted of old blankets and furniture.

I’d rather take my chances with an old table or couch than these bastards, you thought as you ran towards the eaves.

The closer you got, the harder your heart beat in your chest. You were terrified. But somehow, under all the fear, you were able to rationally think and suppress your fears. 

You willed yourself to keep running and, before you could think about it, threw yourself over the edge.

You were in the air for about three seconds before your captor grabbed you by the jacket and stopped your descent. With surprising strength, they yanked you up and backward, tackling you to the floor. 

Your body met the concrete with a harsh slam and you yelled out in pain. Hopefully, you had received nothing other than a few nasty bruises. 

Aemilia’s laughter had quieted by now and she stood on her feet. She brushed her clothes off with a pleased grin.

“Nice try, sweetie. Mr. Byun, why don’t you give dear (Y/N) here a reminder on what happens should she mess with the Augustus family?” She crooned.

Your captor pinned your hands behind your back and shifted so that they were kneeling on your arms, bones digging into your back. He grabbed you by the hair and slammed your head repeatedly into the concrete.

It hurt.  

It hurt more than when you sprained your ankle that one time walking to a monthly meeting and had to continue walking on it for the rest of the evening. 

It hurt more than when your mother healed a particularly deep cut of yours by stitching it up herself because she couldn’t afford to take you to the hospital.

It hurt more than seeing your mother’s face whenever you asked about your father. 

Everything hurt.

You couldn’t even cry out in pain as it would take up too much of your effort, effort that you didn’t have to spare.

“Thus, I declare myself the victor of our little battle of wills.” Aemilia chirped, not at all disturbed by the violence occurring in front of her.

There was something hot running down your forehead. After a couple of blinks, red crept into your eyes, falling down your face with your tears. 

“Your pride’s going to be the death of you.” You choked out, then winced as the Mr. Byun kicked you harshly in the stomach.

“Should my time arrive, at least I will go out in a blaze of glory.” She said brazenly, beaming with triumph. As she bathed in the light of the afternoon sun, her strawberry blonde hair turned a shocking red.

You blinked blood out of your eyes and squinted up at Aemilia, not that it helped as your blurry vision kept her form shifting in and out of focus.

“Yet I can’t say the same for you.” 

Then the grip in your hair tightened and your face met concrete for the last time, your entire world going dark.

Halfway across the campus, Kim Jimin turned his phone on and felt his heart drop to his stomach as his eyes landed on your text message.

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Spookinktober 2021 Day 26

Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 26 Pairing: Changbin x f.reader Spooks: Graveyards, monster hunting, zombies (referred to as shamblers), and ghouls. Descriptions of supernatural laws. Near-death experiences. A singular graphic description of stabbing a zombie in the head. Kinks: Public sex. Some mild exhibitionism. Rough/punishment sex. Oral (m. rec), creampie. Words: 4k

He warned you. He really did, no matter how curious you were. It was enough that when he was home, he would tell you of his horrific and terrifying adventures in great detail. Catering to your adoration of the spooky and creepy, and his fondness of you had led you both here all those years ago. Changbin had been your childhood friend. You’d been terrified of monsters and the stories about them as a young girl, and he had always been there beside you, swearing to fend them off and protect you. As if he knew all along, years later, he would come to have the abilities required to be a licensed, practicing Monster Hunter as his occupation. Although it shouldn’t surprise you, given his determination and grit for the things he has his eyes set on. Eyes set on you, ever since the night he came home after his first kill and you declared that you were no longer afraid of the monsters that lurked in the night. You remember staying up all night with him, explaining your ridiculous logic that if he told you all about the things that go bump in the night, you might understand them instead of being afraid. Ridiculously, how it had actually worked. He’d grown handsome and burly in his transition from boy to man. Perhaps you’d harbored a crush on him since you were seniors in high school, but never had time to dwell on it with your own respective studies. You didn’t see him often after graduation; he was the only one in your school, and one of three from your state that went to the Monster Hunter Academy after high school. You remember missing him desperately. Changbin is actually soft-hearted with those he cares for, and he still swears to this day that it was your late night phone calls full of tears about missing his stupid face that got him through the worst of his MHA days. When he came home finally, it had only been natural that he pulled you into the tightest hug and kissed you until neither of you could breathe. Years later, after those awkward confessions of feelings and first dates and unorthodox gifts of the macabre and supernatural, here you were. Settled into playing house while your boyfriend bravely traversed the darkness to exterminate every monster that crossed his path. Sometimes he would be gone for a few days, but he would always come home with his lips curled into an affectionate grin and a story to tell you. Sometimes, if he came home from a job midday, you would leave work to find him standing across the street from the school where you taught. Changbin would be the perfect picture of the classic biker boyfriend, leaning against the seat of his motorcycle, leather jacket hanging open over a fitted black tee, and one hand gently gripping a bouquet of flowers just because they made him think of you. It surprised you, this softer side of him, and made you fall deeper in love with his romantic heart. There were other times, when he was home but still investigating something, where he would be less talkative. Instead, worrying at his bottom lip with furrowed brows as he thought about the case he was on. He would make his tonics and sharpen his bolts and knives or polish his shotgun after he finished making more special bullets. He’d carve new runes into the wood of your home or lay down new traps when he was worried, set on taking whatever precautions were necessary to make sure you were safe when he wasn’t there. Once or twice, you’d asked to come along, on cases you thought seemed harmless and easy for him to manage. Changbin would always refuse, desperate to make you stay away from places he thought or knew were haunts for vampires or werewolves or ghouls. For the last four years, the look in his eyes, pleading you was enough to placate that curiosity. Tonight, he was checking out a local haunt, a graveyard only a thirty minute walk from your home on the edge of town. Mostly to appease the rumors spread around about a group of shamblers that had unusually stuck around rather than passing through. He’d been gone for twenty minutes when you spied his favorite knife on the kitchen table. The need to return

it to him had you lacing up your boots in minutes. Then, a logical thought crossed you. If you ran, you could probably catch him- you doubted he was sprinting to the scene. If he were miraculously already there, well, then what harm could there be in following his trail of corpses until you found him? Surely if you followed the path he laid behind him, you would be safe. It took you only twenty minutes of jogging to see the decrepit wrought iron fencing that lined the graveyard. A massive willow tree stands just inside the entrance, wispy limbs casting ghostly shadows across the pavement at your feet. You live here, and know there is only one entrance to the graveyard, although you’ve never explored it yourself. There’s a new feeling in your gut, like an uncomfortable nagging. It’s heeding his warning, but you’re already here. The confirmation of your lover also being here comes when you sight the first shambler corpse- lifeless and effectively double-tapped between the eyes where it lays prone on the grass. Your heart climbs higher into your throat the further onto the grounds you go, pounding a little harder inside the safety of your rib cage with every step. The second corpse lays next to the third, not ten feet past the first. The logical part of you finds some solace in this going exactly as you’d planned so far. You move along as quietly and quickly as you can manage- being careful to step over graves and around broken headstones- recalling all of the things Changbin had taught you about the supernatural. Broken headstones bring bad luck and curses to those who touch them. You think you’re somewhere in the center of the graveyard after you count the twelfth corpse, laying slumped beside the delicate gothic fencing around the singular mausoleum. It looks undisturbed, and you don’t hear any signs of Changbin from where you’re standing- leaning over the gate to listen closely. Rather, your attention is called to the left, the faint lilting dialect to your boyfriend’s voice spitting a gruff complaint into the night. Through more willow trees, without pause you turn to find it. You hear another sound, and find another corpse. A slight movement to your right has you stifling a shriek of terror as a shambler, missing the lower half of its body, drags itself slowly toward you- intent on your flesh. Fast thinking has you pulling Changbin’s knife from it’s leather scabbard and stabbing the thing in the head with all the strength you can muster into both hands. The act in itself pulses adrenaline through you, and you stagger backwards until your rump hits the cold damp grass beneath you. You want to throw up. It’s one thing for Changbin to tell you of all the gorish things he does, but another to feel the breaking of a skull and the fevered rotten brain beneath it squelch with the metal of a knife. To hear the sickening crush and to smell the rotten flesh of a shambler so close to you. You want to find Changbin. He was right, he fucking warned you. You stand on shaky legs, sure to have a look around you before dusting yourself off and walking toward the place you heard his voice. Two more corpses and then, a ghoul corpse? The distinctive difference between shamblers and ghouls is that ghouls stick to one place, namely graveyards. They go in and out of their graves as they’re disturbed or left alone. Shamblers move on, endlessly wandering in droves. The notion that this graveyard is so close to home and has even one ghoul sends ice into your veins, and you trip over something to the sound of soft earth rupturing registering in your mind. Looking back, a sickly yellowed hand has caught your boot. It’s attached to an arm, and an unburied shoulder, neck, and head. The vacant blankness of a ghoul's eyes stare directly at you, full of empty hunger. This time, the scream rips itself from your throat in a painful and dry cry. The sound only seems to further agitate the ghoul, working a little faster to unbury itself from the timeless slumber. Why now? Why are ghouls waking now? Three graves back from the one

you’re caught at, the earth wobbles and moves. You’ve got to think fast. Kicking out, you shake your boot free of the grip from the first ghoul, and attempt to stand. You catch yourself, cursing at your own weak knees. “Fucking get up!” you grunt quietly, scowling at your own legs and heaving for breath. You still have Changbin’s knife, and gripping the leather-bound hilt brings a sense of comfort. You can do this. You did it once already with a shambler. Well, half a shambler. You can do it with ghouls if you can reach them before they fully unbury themselves. You surprise yourself, mustering up your bravery with a battle cry. You squeeze the familiar weight of Changbin’s knife in your hands and cram it into the skull of the ghoul immediately in front of you- careful to dodge the arm it swings towards your thighs. It crumples forward with a frothing groan after wrenching the knife from its skull as you make for the second. You’re pulled to the ground with a curse as a third, directly behind the first, shoots one hand from the ground just in time to tangle its fingers in the laces of your boot. It trips you forward, your tied-up hair flung over the back of your head. Within reach of the half-unburied ghoul you were going for. It takes the silky tresses between its bony fingers and pulls, hard. Harder than you thought a ghoul was capable of, and you scream again. Maybe you can’t do this. What the fuck were you thinking? Following Changbin into a graveyard? He’s a fucking Monster Hunter. You’re a goddamned school teacher! You consider the knife in your hand and commit to getting a haircut right then and there- intent on severing what’s in the ghoul’s deathly grip. A small price to pay if you can get away with your life. Just as you grip the knife in one hand and your wrist in the other, it happens. There’s a sound of hair being cut, and your cheek falling back to the dirt again, followed by a thundering gunshot directly above you and the pained howl of a dying ghoul. But you didn’t…? You whip your head up to see Changbin standing over you protectively, his crossbow in one hand and his shotgun in the other. He doesn’t say anything yet. Instead, he focuses on untangling your boot laces from the unmoving fingers of the undead at your feet. Looking toward your hair, you see the limp bones of the other, your detached ponytail still clutched in its grasp. “I’m sorry,” is the first thing you say. You know it’s not good enough, but Changbin still doesn’t respond. With practiced ease, he places his weapons back where they belong before reaching forward and ripping the crossbow bolt from the protrusion of the ghoul’s head with more force than necessary. Then, he gets on his knees and helps you sit up, gently moving both of his hands around your body and inspecting you for damage. He checks your legs for any cuts or grazes, desperate to find you free of a lethal scratch. He checks your face, grasping you as gently as his shaking hands can as he wipes the dirt and grass from your cheek and hair. “I just wanted to return your knife. You left without it.” you start, realizing hot tears spill down your cheeks when your vision begins to blur with them. You squeeze your eyes shut, wiping at them with the back of your shaking hand before they open again to find your boyfriend’s eyes staring back at you with a look you’ve never seen before. Anger. Terror. Relief. He wants to scream at you about how much danger you put yourself in, and about how scared he was when he knew exactly who’s scream that was just thirty seconds ago. Relief at seeing you unharmed. “Changbin, I-” you try again, anxious at his lack of reply. But you’re cut off, lips sealed against his own as he claims you in a way only he knows how. His arms wrap around you possessively as he lifts you from the ground and peels his knife from your tight grip. Standing with you flush against him, he keeps his lips on yours until you stop crying, and even then until he has to pull away for breath. His free hand cradles your head to his neck as he surveys the graveyard

for any further signs of movement. His pulse thumps loudly in your ear. The only other sounds are that of your mixed breaths, and he leads you away from the corpses of the ghouls. To a patch of grass without any headstones or graves, nestled ten feet from the mausoleum. “Sit,” he demands lowly, sharply as he idly flips his knife around in his hand. He wipes it with the bloodied cloth from his back pocket while you lower yourself to the ground with a questioning stare. “I’m not done yet,” he quips. A look of terror crosses your face when you think he means to leave you here while he finishes his job, but he smirks. He leans forward, lowering himself to you and unbuckling your belt in one quick motion. He whips it from you and doesn’t bother handing it back as he slides the clasp of the scabbard from it. His knife is replaced safely and he undoes his own belt. You think he’s done so to secure the weapon on himself, but his hand, clad in a fingerless glove, finds your chin. He brings you forward, kissing you again. “I mean I’m not done with you, yet,” he says, dead serious. You gawp at him, “Changbin we’re in the middle of a graveyard. What if another shambler or ghoul pops up?!” you whisper-scream at him, unbelieving that he’s making sexual jokes right now. He leans back on his knees and undoes the clasp of his leather harness, removing it to safely set his weapons on the ground, followed by his favorite black leather jacket. He looks into the darkness around you, and his sharp eyes and jaw shouldn’t look this handsome in this situation. His warm musculature shouldn’t look this enticing here, nor should the way his black hair is swept up on one side. His plush lips and gruff tone shouldn’t be making you squeeze your thighs together in this place, and yet the slow oozing of arousal pools in your core at the prospect of committing to his dirty thoughts. But he is here and protecting you and keeping you safe, even when, by all accounts, you could have died. He was there to save you. And that sets your cheeks ablaze more than anything. Changbin smirks, and you’re done for, “They won’t. There were only eighteen shamblers. The ghouls were unexpected but they’ll stop now as long as you quit stepping all over their graves like an asshole.” He kisses you again, rubbing his hands down your sides, “I can’t wait.” His quiet whine and sudden need to take you seems out of place, “Hey, Changbin.” He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, “Mm?” You push off of him weakly, slowly succumbing to the warmth of his body so close to yours. “Why are you so turned on right now? Do you have some kind of graveyard fetish you’ve failed to mention before?” He grins against the skin of your neck, nipping the flesh there, “You want my honest answer?” You deadpan, “It is graveyard fetish, I knew it.” He lays down, pulling you beside him, “Shut up. No, it’s…” he looks away briefly, trying to hide his excitement, “Two things. First, I need to feel you around me right now to know you’re okay and unharmed. I just do.” He kneads the dough of your ass through your jeans, squeezing what he can. The action has you pulling your knee up to his hip, intent on slotting against him. “And two,” he bites, sliding his hand up to take the fullness of your breast in his palm through your sweater, “I saw you get a kill and it was really hot.” He bites his lip and turns into his softer self for a moment to catch the end of your shortened strands of hair, “This looks good on you, too. Bravery looks good on you.” His whisper makes your heart soar and a deep crimson creep to your cheeks at his praise, “I want to forget about it, honestly.” Your boyfriend smirks again, and he raises a brow at the feel of your thigh flexing against his hip, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you forget everything except my name in a minute.” He moves just then, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him by the back of your thigh. A surprised gasp dissipates into the night when you feel how hard he already is, even between your clothes. He hisses when you give a teasing

roll of your center against him. Leaning down, you kiss him again, spreading your fingers wide across the expanse of his chest, then up to his face and into his hair. Changbin groans in reply to your gentle tugging on his roots, his hands never idle, set on running over every part of you and slipping beneath your sweater and pulling the cup of your bra down to feel your soft skin against his palm. “S-stop moving,” he chokes out, releasing your breast and your lips to still your hips over his clothed erection. He sees the immediate panic cross your features before he soothes it back with a dark chuckle, “Nothing is there. I’m just gonna come in my pants if you keep that up.” It’s your turn to smirk, happily getting off of him just to impatiently roll your palm up and over his crotch on your way to the button on his pants. His hands are twitching where they rest in midair, awaiting the return of your warmth to his lap, but his eyes are already well on their way to devouring you. A quiet sigh of relief escapes him when you release the thickness of his cock from the confines of his clothes, springing free and leaking onto his abdomen. His sigh turns into a pleasured moan the moment you take him between your lips. He doesn’t expect it, and his back bows while his head thuds to the ground softly, “F-fuck.” “Do you really want me to come that fast?” he rasps, already panting into the crisp night. The chill doesn’t bother either of you, too aroused to be caught by the late autumn air. You pop off of him with a wet sound that feels loud in the silence of the graveyard around you, but pay it no mind. “I just can’t help myself. You’re just... you’re handsome and heroic. You’re just you,” you babble, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Regardless, your words of praise stir something needy in him, and he wants to hear more. “What else?” he asks, quirking a brow at your stilled fist around the base of his cock. A glare is shot at him, and you stuff him back into your cheek impatiently. Changbin tenses and doesn’t care enough to hide the whimper of pleasure that passes through his lips. “You’re brave and strong, and smart,” you mumble, but he can hear it in the silence of the night. “And you keep me safe and warm.” He moans, his hips bucking gently into the warm wetness of your mouth. You let him for a moment, before popping off and standing to remove your own clothing. “And most of all, you love me.” The man beneath you doesn’t miss a second, yanking you to the ground and his skin feels scorching where it touches you. Even the feel of his lips against your own feel like Dragonfire, fingers like flames dragging a path through your dripping folds, and he positively groans. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, voice thick and broken. He moves you, not to ride him, but to plant yourself on all fours. Moving behind you, Changbin leans over you and whips his black tee over his head, and you stifle a delighted whimper at the sight of him like this when you strain your neck to look back. You love his manliness. Thick and sturdy bands of muscle cover him, and just enough healthy dough covers it- to leave him in a state of muscled softness you’re always ogling. He shoves his trousers down mid-thigh, looking like sin incarnate, and you’re desperate to have him fill you. “I want every pile of bones here to be rolling in their graves to the sound of your moans,” he snarls, giving your ass a firm squeeze- shaking the flesh of your cheek. The vulgarity of his words earns a weak moan in response. Changbin is usually so respectful of the dead, but he is too keyed up to care right now. One long mewl into the darkness like a bitch in heat is the first loud sound to grace the night as he stretches you slowly, fully, until he is seated firmly and completely with his hips against your ass. You only need a moment to adjust before you’re pushing back into him, and his pace is immediately hard and deep. You love it this way, and the thrill of being outside in an entirely public space is surely a factor in your shared arousal.

It’s not the first time you’ve had sex outside. Not the first time your blood has pumped a little harder at the idea of getting caught. Above you, Changbin is panting, his grip on your hips is bruising. “This is your punishment,” he says through his teeth, snapping his hips forward at a brutal pace while a hand comes down to press your shoulder into his jacket on the ground. You whine loudly, bringing your own fingers to your clit, swirling them around the bud quickly to catch a ride on the clouds he’s clearly trying to send you to. It takes little effort to have you buckling under him completely, fueled by the lewd slapping of skin on skin and your breathy moans desecrating the sacredness of these grounds. You shatter with a cry of Changbin’s name, blissful tears brimming the corners of your eyes. Changbin grunts, shoving himself past the crushing grip of your walls four more times before he stills in you with a choked moan. The feeling of his thickness stiffening and warmth spreads deeply into you. Utter content fills your veins with cotton candy fluff as you relax your tired limbs down against Changbin’s jacket beneath you, uncaring about the cold earth that meets your sweat-slicked skin. Changbin huffs, falling to his back beside you, warm arms immediately finding your waist to hold you closer. “Thank you,” you whisper into his neck, kissing the damp skin over his pulse. The meaning of your thanks isn’t lost on him, and he smiles. “Is now a good time to tell you about that graveyard fetish of mine?” he asks, and you laugh, slapping a palm to his chest. He laughs with you, petting your hair and adjusting to the sudden shortness of it, just brushing your shoulders. He waits a moment, searching your eyes for something, “I love you.” You return his sentiment, hiding your face in his neck. “I’ve decided you can keep my knife,” he says then, quietly, without meeting your stare. “It may come in handy if you ever need to protect yourself, and it would be nice to feel like I’m still protecting you if you use something that’s mine.” And that is how the story of the Monster Hunter couple began.

[theshatteredrose]

My Writer's Bucket List

Admittedly, many of these ideas can and will overlap. But they’re still ideas from the top of my head. Imagine how long it would be if I sat down and thought hard about it, jfc... 

And there’s likely a few I am forgetting. Be to sure to remind me if I have.

EDIT: Placing under a cut because it’s stupidly long.

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ALE/C - Bryce GiD fic ALE/C - Ciaran saga ALE/C - Falkner saga/GiD ALE/C - Golden Imperial saga ALE/C - Introduce Ayjay ALE/C - Introduce Clester ALE/C - Logre GiD Any Fandom - boys transported into a sub-world Christmas themed story Complete a NaNoWriMo story fully Crossover - CtS and ALE/C CtS - [Redacted] saga CtS - [Redacted] saga CtS - Axel and Jhon broship CtS - Axel and Simmons family bonding CtS - Badass Rahas - DONE (The Dark Guardian) CtS - Gerald and Lynus bonding Oneshot - DONE CtS - Guardians bonding with Cosmos CtS - Hrothgar and Gage saga CtS - Introduce Benedict, Sardonyx, Rubell CtS - Introduce Topaz CtS - Introduce Zeryn CtS - Jhon saga CtS - Lynus and mystery at the hospital CtS - Macerio saga CtS - Magnus saga CtS - Rahas saga (The Dark Guardian) - DONE Disgaea5 - Samuel as main character - In Progress EMD - novel EO Fic with OC boy Lynair EO Fic with OC girl Lyneria EO1/EOUntold1 novel EO3 novel EOUntold1 - Lindis constantly using New Game+ EOUntold1 - Lindis/Lyneria fic EOUntold1 - Lindis/Simon fic/saga EOUntold1 - Simon centric novel EOUntold2 - Fafnir/Flavio saga/novel EOUntold2 - Hrothgar saga/GiD Nexus - Broto saga Nexus - first saga (Keeper of the Eastern Shrine) - DONE Nexus - Leo saga Nexus - Marco and Oliver Saga Nexus - Mueller saga Novel - adventure Novel - alien invasion Novel - amnesia Novel - bush fire Novel - cyclone Novel - demon hunter Novel - documenting rare/mythical flowers Novel - dream themed Novel - fantasy pilgrimage Novel - flash flood Novel - ghost/spooky Novel - Hidden Object themed Novel - horror with cryptids Novel - magic/fantasy themed Novel - magical highschool/academy Novel - mystery/suspense Novel - myth hunting Novel - Natural disaster themed Novel - ocean themed Novel - psychic detective Novel - psychic/spiritual themed Novel - psychics pairing with army soldiers for mission Novel - reincarnated love themed Novel - road trip Novel - romance themed Novel - RPG inspired Novel - sandstorm Novel - sci-fi stranded on a planet Novel - sea storm Novel - serial killer Novel - ship wreck Novel - snowstorm/blizzard Novel - storm hunter/chaser Novel - Supernatural/paranormal themed Novel - tornado Novel - train crash Novel - treasure hunt Novel - vigilante justice Novel setting - a fancy hotel Novel setting - a train Novel setting - African safari Novel setting - beach resort Novel setting - camping Novel setting - caretaker at a haunted cemetery Novel setting - fantasy/spiritual exploring space themed Novel setting - ghost town Novel setting - haunted hospital Novel setting - in a mansion by the sea Novel setting - in an airplane Novel setting - in an isolated mountain cabin Novel setting - isolated village/town Novel setting - living in a haunted house Novel setting - modern setting with underground labyrinth Novel setting - mysterious labyrinth on the moon Novel setting - on a ferry or cruise liner Novel setting - rain forest Novel setting - sci-fi exploring space Novel setting - stranded on tropical island Novel setting - underwater world Octopath Traveller - Legendary healer Alfyn Original - EO inspired novel Original - novel with Labyrinth of Refrain Ocs Original - OC boy Lynair Original - OC girl Lyneria Original Novel (Relic Keepers) - DONE Relic Keepers - Saga 2 Relic Keepers - short stories Trials of Mana - GiD Duran (Fighting For You) - DONE TTS - Necromancer saga (The Necromancer's Cauldron) TTS - Rhain saga TTS - saga involving Ramus TTS - saga involving Virgil TTS - Saga/novel involving the third stratum

[squidlles]

⪻A mixed recommendation post⪼

Anime

Kyoukai no Kanata/Beyond the boundary

Description :

Mirai Kuriyama is the sole survivor of a clan of Spirit World warriors with the power to employ their blood as weapons. As such, Mirai is tasked with hunting down and killing "youmu"—creatures said to be the manifestation of negative human emotions. One day, while deep in thought on the school roof, Mirai comes across Akihito Kanbara, a rare half-breed of youmu in human form. In a panicked state, she plunges her blood saber into him only to realize that he's an immortal being. From then on, the two form an impromptu friendship that revolves around Mirai constantly trying to kill Akihito, in an effort to boost her own wavering confidence as a Spirit World warrior. Eventually, Akihito also manages to convince her to join the Literary Club, which houses two other powerful Spirit World warriors, Hiroomi and Mitsuki Nase.

As the group's bond strengthens, however, so does the tenacity of the youmu around them. Their misadventures will soon turn into a fight for survival as the inevitable release of the most powerful youmu, Beyond the Boundary, approaches (Written by : MAL rewrite)

Genre :

Fantasy, Supernatural, Slice of life

Manga

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun/Toilet bound Hanako-kun

Description :

At Kamome Academy, rumors abound about the school's Seven Mysteries, one of which is Hanako-san. Said to occupy the third stall of the third floor girls' bathroom in the old school building, Hanako-san grants any wish when summoned. Nene Yashiro, an occult-loving high school girl who dreams of romance, ventures into this haunted bathroom... but the Hanako-san she meets there is nothing like she imagined! Kamome Academy's Hanako-san... is a boy!

Genre :

Comedy, Supernatural, Shounen, School

Manhwa

The whale star : The Gyeongseong Mermaid

Description :

If the life that you had regained, was one that I had breathed back into you… Is it too much to hope for you to love me back with that life?" The year is 1926, in Japan-occupied Joseon. 17-year-old Soo-a is an illiterate handmaiden working for the household of a prominent Japanese collaborator. One day, she discovered an injured young man lying unconscious at the beach, an independence activist called Eui-hyeon. The sweet and innocent Soo-a nursed him back to health, and Eui-hyeon told her the tale of the "Little Mermaid", a princess of the sea who saved a prince from his death. Having fallen in love with Eui-hyeon, Soo-a was determined to meet him once again. But she knew not then, of the fate that awaited the "Little Mermaid" on her quest to reunite with her beloved.  (Officially licensed on Webtoon)

Genre :

Drama, historical, romance, tragedy

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I hope this post was useful in some way. I may be doing another one in the future with more recs (ˊ˘ˋ*)

[fifteen15cats]

Zodiac Academy : The awakening

Description: You have been selected to attend Zodiac Academy, where your star sign defines your destiny.

If you're one of the Fae, elemental magic is in your blood. And apparently it's in ours. As twins born in the month of Gemini, we're a rare breed even in this academy of supernatural a-holes.

 Changelings were outlawed hundreds of years ago but I guess our birth parents didn't get the memo. Which means we're totally unprepared for the ruthless world of Fae.

 Air. Fire. Water. Earth.

 No one has ever harnessed all four of them, until we arrived. And it hasn't made us any friends so far.

 As the rarest Elementals ever known, we're already a threat to the four celestial heirs; the popular, vindictive bullies who happen to be some of the hottest guys we've ever seen. It doesn't help that they're the most dangerous beasts in the Academy. And probably on earth too.

 Our fates are intertwined, but they want us gone. They've only got until the lunar eclipse to force us out and they'll stop at nothing to succeed.

 We never knew we had a birthright to live up to but now that we do, we intend to claim our throne.

 We can't expect any help from the faculty when it comes to defending ourselves. So if the dragon shifters want some target practice, the werewolves want someone to hunt or the vampires fancy a snack then we have to be ready. But we've been looking after each other for a long time and fighting back is in our blood.

 Today's horoscope: totally screwed.

 This is a full-length medium burn novel that is the first in a university-age academy series. Expect forbidden love and bully romance with mature content suitable for upper YA readers and onwards.

My review:

The twins, Darcy and Tory, have been living their whole life as normal humans but the reality is that they don't belong to the human realm. They‘re Fae, and not normal ones, they’re Twins born under the Gemini horoscope, so even in the Fae Realm, that’s rare and powerful. They were exchanged for human twins at their birth, but their parents did that when it was supposed to be forbidden and it's not clear why.

The thing is that they didn’t have anything in the human world, they could barely pay the rent, so when someone breaks into their apartment (*cough* Orion, a questionable teacher) and tells them that they have somewhere else to go where they would be fed and have their own bedroom and heating plus money in exchange of learning and developing their powers, they accept without questioning (more and less). But nothing in this life comes without a price. And soon they’ll realize it’s a huge price to be paid.

In this academy (in which there are several orders: dragons, sirens, vampires, werewolves, pegasus, etc), it’s clear who are the rulers, four boys of the twins‘ age who see the girls as a threat to their power and position. They’ll make sure of turning Tory and Darcy’s life into hell because they want them out of the academy as soon as possible. And things go a little bit too far, as the boys do some questionable things including physical and verbal violence. But this is the Fae world and as the characters mention repeatedly, the girls will have to fight for their position if they want to survive this wild world called Solaria. To make things clear I am NOT justifying their behavior.

My favorite character is Tory. She’s a badass b*tch but a lovable one, at least for now. Darcy is cute and more sensible than her sister. The boys are ok, I don’t like any of them because they’re truly a*holes, but I dislike Seth the most, he’s weird and does some awkward things and I get it, some of his actions are due to his order, but I just don’t like him and that’s ok. I wish there was more interaction with Max’s character, I was interested in his background, not because I like him but because I think he could have given us more interesting scenes.

Everything in this world is under the influence of the horoscopes and stars, and how they also influence the relationships between the characters is stunning, I liked it a lot.

And yes, this is kind of a mix of „Harry Potter“, „Winx Club“, and even a little bit of „the Hunger games“ in their adulthood. And questionable things happen all the time but the most wonderful thing is to see how the twins become stronger and fight back as well as get over some big challenges.

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Gaston, Hercules, and Snow White 💕

Gaston:

He inherited the tavern from his father. In fact he inherited a lot from his father. He always looked up to his dad's strength and masculinity and emulated it. When he was younger, people would always remark on how much alike they were.

However, that being said, Gaston's dad wasn't a very attractive man. He was kind of plain, actually. But Gaston's mother was absolutely beautiful with dark hair, sharp features, and vibrant eyes. He takes after her beauty, and she definitely talked him up when he was younger.

Along those same lines, his dad was able to woo his mother, the most beautiful woman in the village, and Gaston won't stand for anything less than what his father had. That's why he only has eyes for Belle: because she's the most beautiful girl in town and he won't accept anything less.

The fact that Belle doesn't want him only makes him want her more - it's like she's an elusive prey for him and her resistance entices his hunter instinct even though it frustrates him.

Unlike the live action movie, I don't think the animated Gaston has ever been outside of the village aside from the occasional hunting trips. He was born and raised in the village, as was his father and his father before him. He's not a worldly sort, and because he fit perfectly within the simple conservative values of the village, he never had any drive to leave.

Hercules:

If Hades hadn't turned him mortal as a child or if he hadn't given up godhood to remain with Meg, he would have been the most powerful of all the Olympians, strong enough to rule the entire universe.

Along those same lines though, he would have been very arrogant and might have become the next Cronus if he'd been raised on Mount Olympus. Growing on Earth with Amphitryon and Alcmene was what taught him humility, gentleness, kindness, and hard work. He became a true hero because of the values his mortal parents taught him.

Herc was always kind of embarrassed by his humble origins after he found out he was the son of Zeus. It took him a while to really appreciate the good life he had with Amphitryon and Alcmene. He had to make peace with his "farm boy" past, and that helped him learn humility even amongst obtaining wealth and fame across all of Greece.

He had never been with a woman before he met Meg and was always kind of intimidated by women growing up despite his obvious good looks. She was his first time, and they didn't have sex until after the events of the movie. The fact that Hercules waited and was more interested in her than her body was one of the big things that Meg fell for when she met Herc because that was 100% not the case in any of her past relationships.

But that being said, he is bisexual and is into guys too. One of his gay lovers from mythology, Hylas, exists in this verse. They were a couple when Hercules was at the Prometheus Academy and they reconnected during the Zero to Hero montage. Hades paid off some water nymphs to abduct Hylas while he and Herc were traveling together and fighting monsters. Hercules thinks Hylas died, but Hades still has Hylas locked away to use against Herc later.

Snow White:

Snow White has a sort of innate magic of her own. She’s not a full fledged witch nor does she have a fairy godmother, but she does have sort of a supernatural optimism and light that comes along with her being the Fairest One of All that guides her to where she needs to be and allows her to touch the hearts of those around her.

She has ties to Greek mythology in some form. Between her “death” at the beginning of Fall and “rebirth” in the spring when she receives love’s first kiss, her story parallels Persephone’s. And then consider her unwavering hope and light even amongst the abject darkness and evil of Grimhilde trying to cloud her light away and how that’s very similar to the story of Pandora’s box. Perhaps her bloodline can be traced back to Persephone or Pandora.

Her closest friend amongst the other princesses is Aurora, and the two of them bonded at first over their shared experiences being put under a sleeping curse. They write to each other often, and when they do get together, they love to sing and dance together. Snow is captivated by how beautiful Aurora’s voice and often asks her to sing for the Dwarfs.

Though Snow White loves the Dwarfs all equally, she has a special relationship with Grumpy. The fact that he didn’t like her right away I think made her very determined to win him over because she could tell that he needed her more than the other six. She softened his heart and made him love life again, and he’s never forgotten that. He’ll defend Snow until his dying day.

She keeps the mirrors in her castle covered when not in use. The various courtiers all think it’s because she’s so modest, but the actual reason is that she remembers Grimhilde’s mirror and once snuck in when the spirit of the mirror appeared. It terrified her and she doesn’t want to risk the spirit or Grimhilde watching her from the great beyond.