#and unlike vampires where you do get yourself killed. but he's standing in sunlight and and in order to drink you have to drink blood

[trainerbob23]

And now let's change the topic

[volturicangetit]

F.V- One soul, two bodies

Summary: You come to Italy with Bella to save Edward. You didn’t expect to meet your mate there, though.

Reqeust: YES/no @bugmanor ( I can’t tag you :( idk why ) : Would you be able to do something with Felix Volturi and the prompts 10 and 11? Maybe the reader is Bella’s human sister and comes with her to save Edward, where she meets Felix, who realises she’s his mate? Thank you :))))

10. “Fuck me” “I might”

11. “I am one second away from losing my fucking shit”

Warnings: cussing

Wordcount: 2604

Sometimes, you thought that you're sister got the brains in the family. You could never compare to her grades and complex subjects seemed like child's play to her. But in moments like these, you knew that she got one, single brain cell. Edward had left Bella since it was too 'dangerous' for her to be around the Cullens. You were sure that she would be in more danger since it's a known fact under the Cullen's enemies that Bella and you know about their vampirism. And now Edward isn't here to keep Bella's impulsive self in check. But you kept your mouth shut since you knew better than to piss off a vampire. You'd rather not have a pair of fangs in your neck. You were there for Bella to pick her up and put her back together after Edward broke her. For months, you heard her painful cries and calmed her down after a nightmare. So when you heard that Edward wanted to expose himself because he thought that Bella was dead, you were pissed. You were even more pissed when Bella asked you to go to Italy with her to save him, but you complied.

So there you find yourself, running after your hysteric sister through a thick crowd in Italy. If a large number of red cloaks around you wasn't making you dizzy, it would be because the sun burning above you. Sun was new to you. In Forks, there was a collective ten days of sun a year, max. "Bella! Wait," you call after her in between heavy pants. You are close in her tail as you both run towards an open door, where Edward is lurking in the shadows. The loud clanging of the curch's bells egos through the square. Kind of ironic for there to be a church next to a castle full of vampires. Bella jumps over the small stone wall around the fountain and runs through it. You groan before following her through the water. You jump out of it on the other side, feeling the water squishing in your now soaked shoes. Bella jumps onto Edward and pulls him back right at the last second, saving him from public exposure. They both stumble back into the castle as Edward wraps his arms around Bella. You follow them into the castle and quickly close the door behind you, sealing Edward away from the sunlight. You can hear Edward and Bella exchanging some emotional words but you don't listen to them, more occupied with catching your breath. You lean against the cool wall with your back as you let your head fall back against it. The stone feels like ice cubes against your burning skin but in a good way. You are too caught up in calming yourself down that you don't notice the two men entering the hallway until Edward starts to talk to them. "I won't be needing your services after all, gentleman," Edward cool voice says.

You look up at the two men. One has slightly curly hair and is holding one hand behind his back while the other removes a cape, that they both are wearing, from his head. The other is terrifyingly tall. From his red eyes that keep staring at you to the muscles protruding from under his skin, everything about his screams danger. Yet something in you feels the need to run up to his and hug him. You quickly shake that feeling of you thought, because you're sure that he would rip you in half if you did that. "Aro wants to speak with you again," the tall man says without taking his eyes off you. Edward quickly looks at Bella before looking back at the men. "No rules were broken," Edward huffs.

"None the less, we should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue," the smaller man says. He has a slight accent, one that the taller man doesn't have. The giant finally takes his eyes off you and now looks at Edward and Bella who are clinging onto each other for dear life. You push yourself off the wall to stand up straight, whipping some of the dust of the back of your pants. "Fine," Edward says.

"Bella and Y/n, why don't you go enjoy the rest of the festival," he states. Bella looks at you with big eyes. You nod, walking towards Bella and grabbing ahold of her hand. "They come with us," the giant says darkly. His tone sends shivers down your spine and not the good ones. Edward shakes his head, pulling Bella back with him and accidentally pushing you of her. You stand there awkwardly. "No, you can go to hell,". You have to hold in a giggle. O, he'll go to hell alright.

As if on cue, Alice pushing open a door, breaking the lock while doing so. She takes her big sunglasses off. You recognize the pair, you bought them for her as a "thanks-for-putting-up-with-Bella's-ass-for-a-month" gift. She hasn't taken them off since. Her hands go of the rip the bright red shawl of her hair. "Come on guys," she says as she makes her way over to you. "It's a festival. You wouldn't want to make a scene.". The tall man glares daggers at her. You can almost feel his hatred towards the Cullens. "We wouldn't," he says through clenched teeth.

From behind him, you can see a small figure walking towards you. A pile of blond hair forms a bun at the back of her head, a bit of it sticking up and being visible from the front. She's wearing the same cloak as the two men are, just a smaller one. "Enough," she says coldly as she pulls the cloak off her head. What do these vampires have with putting stuff on their head? Edward quickly looks down, so does Alice. Bella looks at you with panic in her eyes to which you simply shrug. "Jane," Edward says quietly as he pulls Bella behind him a bit more. Him, Bella and Alice are all standing very close to each other while you are standing by yourself of to the side. The distance between you is impossible to go unnoticed to you. You wrap your arms around yourself as a form of comfort while you stare right into the blond girls' eyes. "Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.". Her voice sounds very nasally, almost like she has a cold. She glances between the two men who she is now standing in the middle of. Her short height only emphasises how tall the man who won't stop staring at you is. She quickly turns on her heels. Edward, Bella and Alice eclectically follow behind her. "Just do what she says," Alice says. You pass the two men as you follow behind your sisters. The tall man glances down at you. "Okay, creep," you say under your breath. The man's eyes grow big. Fuck, he could hear you. The tall man takes a couple of quick strides to catch up with Edward and push a red robe into his hands.

You all walk down the halls until there is a dark staircase going down, into which the blond girls go. This is how you are going to die. In a dark basement by vampire's who'll use you like you're a fucking Capri sun. "Don't be scared," you hear Edward says to Bella. Don't be scared. How the fuck are you not supposed to be scared when your socks and shoes are wet while you're in a creepy castle filled with human blood-drinking vampire. "Are you?" Bella says. "No,". The blond girl scoffs at this. Who do you already like these three vampires more than Edward even though they're the human killing ones? An elevator opens up. "I'm not going into that thing with them," you say as you stand still before the doors. You point at the three vampires who are now standing in the elevator along with Edward, Bella and Alice. "No offence, I just don't feel like going into a small room with five vampires.".

Alice steps out of the elevator and drags you into it. You struggle but your strength is nothing compared to her's. The doors close and you couldn't be more uncomfortable. The silence that hangs over you all and the fact that your socks and shoes are still soaked doesn't help with it either. The doors open again and you quickly walk out of the elevator. Jane walks past you to lead the way. You see a woman sitting at a desk. She says something in Italian, probably a greeting, but you can't understand what she says. She still has normal, human coloured eyes and her cheeks still have a blush to them. "Is she human?" Bella asks.

"Yes," Edward says. Jane turns another corner as you follow behind her. You can still feel the tall man's eyes staring into your skull. "Does she know?". You try to tune out of Bella and Edward's conversation. You don't care about if the women are human or not, you care about making it out of here with a beating heart. "She wants to be..." Bella trails off. "And so she will be," the men with the accents says. Them turning someone seems as unlikely as Bella making a smart decision since their hatred towards humans is very well known.

"For dessert," the blond says. O yeah, you're definitely going to die. She pushes two dark doors open, revealing a surprisingly light and clean room. On a plateau or three thrones seated, a man with long hair sitting in each. All have a different hair colour though. Carlisle told you about them. Aro, Marcus and Caius. "Sister," a boy who looks to be a bit younger than you says. "I send you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves. Clever girl.". You scoff at his words. Almost nice to be treated you a half of a person. The raven-haired man stands up.

"What a happy surprise," he says with open arms. "Bella is alive after all.". He clasped his hands together in front of his chest. A creepy smile is glued onto his face as he looks over you all. Behind him is sitting a brunette, Marcus, who is staring at the wall sadly. You heard the story about his wife. You always have found it tragical. The blond, Caius, is looking at you with an angry face. He doesn't like having the Cullens or humans around him. "Isn't that wonderful," Aro says, dragging out every word a bit. He walks over to where you are standing. "I love a happy ending,". He grabs Edwards hand out of Bella's and looks up at his face. His gift, Carlisle also told you about that. "They are so rare," he says sadly. His comment is clearly pointed at Marcus who immediately looks down at his shoes. Aro looks over Edward at the tall man standing there.

"Un'anima in due corpi," he says he lets go of Edward's hand and rushes over to the men. It happens so fast that he is there in a flash. He grabs the tall man's hand as his eyes are focused on you. "Felix has found is mate," he says before rushing over to you. He tries to grab your hand but you shake your head and step back from him, clutching your hands over your chest. "I'd rather not have you touch me, thank you very much," you say in a polite tone. His smile grows a little.

"This one has manners," he says before shooting Bella a glare. "Roasted," you mumble under your breath as you quickly look over at Bella who’s cheeks are now red. Aro holds his hand out to you again. "Would you please be so kind?" he asks. You nod, slowly laying your hand in his. The moment your skin touches his, you can feel him entering your mind. It's a weird and fuzzy feeling. You can feel him scanning through your mind. He lets out a soft chuckle.

Aro lets go of your hand before he makes his way to his throne again, sitting down in it. "Can I please ask what mates are? Because I'm kind of in the dark here," you ask. Caius rolls his eyes and looks the other way, not wanting to be bothered by humans. A smile is now on Marcus's face as he at the invisible red line connecting you to Felix. "A soul split in half, divided over two bodies. You are meant to be," he says in a raspy voice. You nod and look at Bella with worry in your eyes. Apparently, the Swan's had something for vampires. "Cool, great," you say. "I'm sharing a soul with a vampire...Fuck me!" you exclaim.

"I might," you hear Felix say behind you. This was apparently the last straw for Edward, who now runs up to Felix and throws a punch at him. The man with the accent runs over to Alice and holds a hand around her throat to keep her in place as Felix and Edward fight. You know it's bad, but you are secretly rooting for Felix and hoping for him to hit Edward a couple of times as payback for how he made Bella feel. The fight goes so fast that you can't even comprehend what's happening until Felix has both hands around Edward's head who is now on his knees in front of the thrones. Bella is shaking and running her hands through her hands like a manic. Her mouth opens like a fish but no words come out. "Stop!" you yell.

You take a couple of step towards Felix and Edward. You can see Felix's grip on Edward loosening. "Let him go and I'll...I'll do 'mate' stuff with you. Okay? Just don't-don't hurt him," you say. You pluck at the hem of your shirt from the nerves. Felix looks at Aro who gives him a condescending nod. Felix lets Edward go and is in front of you in the blink of an eye. You look up at him. He is handsome and hot. And extremely terrifying. You gulp down your fears as you shot him a smile. "Listen, my shoes are soaking, I think I just had a minor heart attack and I think I just heard someone being murdered down the hall. Basically, I am one second away from losing my fucking shit so you better listen up.". Felix nods, bending down slightly to be more on your level. The action brings a soft smile to your face.

"I'll come with you and do what you want but if I find out that you hurt my sister or the Cullens I will kill you. I don't know how to do that yet but I'll find it our really soon.". Felix nods, mumbling a soft 'okay'. Aro's voice causes Felix to quickly stand beside you and straighten up.

"Felix, you and young Y/n can take some time to...get to know each other," Aro says. Felix grabs your hand softly and guides you out of the throne room after saying his thank you's. You shake as he starts to pull you along with him. Is he going to kill you? "Do you have clothes with you?" he asks. You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. He sighs before shooting you a smile. "Then we'll have to go shopping because you'll be living here from now on.". O God, what did you get yourself into?

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Hi hi! How are you? Hope you're doing okie dokie! Could I request some angst where the reader is a vampire and will testimony DIO's death by Jotaro's hand and tries to avenge him but cannot and the crusaders are forced to do something since they cannot let anyone off the hook?

Hello there! I’m doing alright thank you! This request was really really fun and painful to work on and I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for requesting!

Fruitless Vengeance

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Dio Brando x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: A certain vampire had a special effect on you but when your cherished relationship faces a horrifying threat, a thirst for revenge consumes you.

Notes: Angst, SPOILERS FOR PART 3

Having lived for literal centuries, blessed by the gift of eternal life you had come across many kinds of people as well as other ethereal beings of the dark. As the long years went by and events occurred, you witnessed the changes in how people acted, how inventions were invented, and how your kind slowly vanished from the face of the Earth, either by a misplaced step into the deadly sunlight or by those pathetic humans who feared vampires.

When you encountered him after wandering around in the streets of Egypt, the moment stuck to you and remained within you even months after it had occurred. It was clear to you from the moment you set your (E/C) eyes on Dio’s resplendent form that he was something special. He only had to look at you with those piercing amber eyes to make you realize just how much power he possessed. Yet at the same time, that fierce gaze had a strange alluring effect on you as it pulled you in and made his presence that much more captivating.

You had met many others of your kind but something about him radiated a totally foreign type of energy, something you had never experienced before. Dio was special, one of his kind, unlike any other vampire you had ever faced. And the reason for that strange power was revealed to you when the Lord told you about Stands, the powerful energy that manifested into a spirit, you finally understood what made him emit such strength. The concept fascinated you, to the point where Dio was willing to assist you in awakening your own fighting spirit. And thus, with the help of a certain arrow, your stand awakened.

The admiration you held for him was genuine, and you soon found yourself willing to do anything for him. A part of this was due to his natural charm that had completely taken over you, but in the end, it all came down to the fact that he was the only other vampire you had encountered in years, and as you spent more time with him, and he told his story, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Even though his exterior was as tough as a mountain, you could see cracks in it, and it made you appreciate him even more.

~

Your heavy panting and your fast heartbeat were the only things audible to you as you ran towards the direction you had seen the two fighting figures head to. For the first time in the centuries of being alive, you were afraid. It felt as though even with the superior speed of a vampire, you weren’t fast enough, and the rare fear that plagued your heart made you doubt. Doubt everything. Every time stop his stand produced, you felt them. And they were strangely growing weaker. And that made your core tremble with anxiety.

Another one. You weren’t certain how you were able to sense the times he used his stand’s overwhelming power, but it was clear as day that what you felt was indeed The World’s time stop. As you ran towards him, you focused on the sensation, counting the seconds that had become significantly longer. Dio had moved at such a fast speed as he was battling Jotaro you couldn't keep track of him. You weren’t even sure the direction you were heading was the correct one but that underlying fear poisoning you was fueling your being and demanding you to find him. Because something inside you told you that everything wasn’t alright.

Suddenly, a sound that could only be described as something massive hitting the asphalt surface of the road pierced through the air. This immediately caused you to pick up speed and head towards the sound even quicker than before, still feeling like it wasn’t enough. Whatever had just happened, you were certain it had something to do with the ongoing battle of the stand users, and it worried you.

As you ran, every possible worst-case scenario entered your mind. Despite knowing just how powerful Dio was, you couldn’t help but think of the possibility of him losing this fateful battle. No, he had to win. He was the strongest being you had ever met, surely, he would be able to best this human teenager that had caused him so much trouble. Your panting increased the more you ran but your eyes quickly notice two figures. One is standing while the other... Is on the ground. No. 

They’re too far away for you to identify them but you pray for whatever higher power there was that the one on the ground wasn’t him. Your growing exhaustion plants itself onto you and your whole body succumbs to it, feeling as if it’s on fire. However, you kept on running, desiring but also dreading to get a better view of the possibly alarming situation.

As you got closer, however, something happened. A set of quick movements by the two figures caught your attention and you could finally tell that the person on the ground was indeed the Lord and the other person, Jotaro, was standing in front of him awaiting his next move. Everything seemed to happen in an instant, and before you even knew it, Dio had gotten up and aimed a powerful kick at the now vulnerable teen. This gave you hope. Finally, after all the struggle and trials, he was about to put an end to the petty group that so foolishly tried to oppose him.

But he didn’t.

All your movements and seemingly the entire world came to a halt. The World’s leg came in contact with Star Platinum’s fist and for a moment, it looked like the battle would end in the blonde vampire’s victory. However, everything collapsed. The stand’s leg cracked, and that painful crack traveled all across the left side of the stand, but most horrifyingly, its user. Dio yelled in pain as his entire being began to disintegrate, his entire body being torn in half.

“NO!” A scream ripped out of your throat as your eyes helplessly watch the horrifying sight. His amber eyes lock onto you, a shine of desperation and fear shining in them as his body gets ripped apart in the most merciless way you could have ever imagined. Your body begins to tremble, your eyes fill with burning tears and another, gutwrenching screams escapes your mouth. It all happened so fast, and now, he was gone. And all that remained was his soulless body, brutally ripped in two.

Then, your eyes turn to Jotaro, whose own were on you, with no pity in them. Your grief quickly turns into rage, a spark of fury igniting within you. With one swift movement, you lunge at the black-haired teen, summoning your stand in the process in hopes of avenging the one you love.

In the heat of the moment, you fail to remember all the warnings you had received regarding Jotaro’s stand and receive a grim reminder as Star Platinum’s fist comes in contact with your body, knocking you on the ground. The impact most likely broke a couple of bones as a cry of pain leaves your mouth. You stay strong and lock your eyes on Jotaro again, unwilling to give up. “Y-you... You’ll pay for what you did!” The tears that form in your eyes feel like glass shards, the pain traveling to your entire being.

You attempt to get up, determined to kill this pathetic child, the sadness roaming inside mixing with undying hatred. The effort is in vain as you collapse on the ground again, your broken bones that would eventually regenerate screaming in pain. “Don’t try to get up. You’ll only end up on the ground again.” His voice was cold, unphased by what he had just done. And that only fueled your anger.

“I-I... Y-you... How could you..” A sob escapes your lips as your fury quickly gets overpowered by the sadness. How could he be so... So unaffected by this? Your entire world was crushed and he didn’t seem to care. You felt your injuries slowly healing, and Jotaro seemed to notice this.

“So you’re just like him. Fucking hell...” He sighed in frustration and for a moment the cold stare he gave you frightened you. But at the same time, he looked unsure. His turquoise eyes had a strange shine that seemed to be unsure about what to do next. Jotaro had never killed any of Dio’s minions, only injured them enough for them to retire, but with you, being a powerful vampire like Dio and trying to avenge your Lord, the teen wasn’t sure what to do.

“Good grief...” The uncertainty plastered across his face gave you the perfect opportunity to strike, but you couldn’t. In the end, no matter what you did, nothing would bring him back. Your hands clench into fists, your tears falling onto the hard ground as the sight of Dio being obliterated is still freshly planted within your mind. And that sight didn’t allow you to give up as the last of your injuries quickly healed.

You lift your head up to look at your loved one’s killer into those cursed eyes and wait for him to make his move.

“Whatever you decide do, Jotaro... Know, that I won’t give up...”

[jungcity]

bane of the devil. | v

genre: vampire!jaehyun [angst | fluff | smut]

pairings: jaehyun x female reader

note: bane of the devil deals with themes of physical, mental, and sexual abuse as well as toxic relationships. which may be upsetting for some readers. you are advised not to continue if you feel uncomfortable to these types of plots.

words: 5.2k

“father,

he smelled like

blood,

wrath,

and battlefield

father,

he could rival

the sun

by how bright he burns

but

sunlight is poison

in his veins

sunlight is death in

his eyes

every crevice

every corner

was made to be feared.

then he smiled,

oh, father, he smiled

and whispered

“i am scared of myself, too.”

and that’s when i realized

monsters are lonely too.”

— bane of the devil // v

The blood from your body cascaded down the tiled floors to the shower drain as you harshly rubbed your skin. You did not want to cry. But as you recalled the encounter with the unknown vampire, you could not help but sob in the bathroom.

Dread fired up in your chest. You were so close to being bitten. So close. And even the comfort of Jaehyun’s rescue could not rub off the fear. More so, it had only amplified your agitation. You closed your eyes, skin wrinkling like folded papers by how tight you had shut them close. Tears once again fell down your cheeks, the warmness of it contrasting the cold waters you splashed on your face from the faucet.

Your mind drew the vision of Jaehyun holding the vampire’s heart with his bare hand. A sudden jolt sent your stomach recoiling, causing you to drop on your knees and hurl all your guts out in the toilet bowl. You regurgitated for minutes, saliva tasting like vomit after you were finished. With your knees slightly shaking, you stood up and rinsed your mouth over and over again.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. As expected, the reflection pitifully stared at you; eyes red rimmed, lips blanched, hair as messy as a bird’s nest with little amounts of blood on your neck. The echo of image triggered the fear, and before you knew it, you were crying again.

With shaky breaths, you sauntered up to the shower and discarded all your bloody clothes on the floor. You have no idea about what to do and what you need. A cold shower to wake you up, or a hot one to erase all the trace of vampire blood on your skin? You started to soap your body, the blood coating the white color of it red. With little sobs and hiccups, you tried to lather your hair with shampoo, the smell barely reaching your nostrils.

You only know one thing, you only feel one thing; fear. And the world feels like a blur. You never want to feel this fear again.

Yes, you have no idea how your parents spent their last minutes together. Did they cry? Did they beg? But one thing is for sure, no matter how terrifying vampires could be, no matter how much fear they could inflict to a human being, you will vow not to crumble like this— ever again.

Was this real? Was everything real? It feels like a nightmare. The one where you could truly feel every single thing; fear, paranoia, thrill.

Madame Juana’s voice rang in your mind. All her proposals, all her plans; they appeared to make sense right now.

Despite that, could you truly kill? You stared down at your hands. How could these parts of your body, so delicate looking, could hurt someone? But Jaehyun had done it himself. He pulled out the vampire’s heart with his bare hands only. However, you are not like him. You are a mortal. You are like Lucas.

And by that, you could not be a vampire. But you could be a vampire hunter.

You roughly wiped your tears and breathed deeply. You let the thoughts fade in your mind, until all was blank and you could think clearly again. That’s it. There is no more thinking about it, there is no more succumbing to fear. Tomorrow, you would exactly be how you wanted yourself to be the first time you saw your parents’ dead bodies; fearless.

—

Jaehyun zipped his pants closed, forcing his mind to wander off at some place except here. Except here in Alena’s bed, with her body sprawled naked in her red mattress.

“Leaving so soon?” she purred, crawling like a cat towards Jaehyun.

It had always made him uncomfortable; the naked body of Alena. She was too white, there was not a trace of veins in her body. She almost appeared like a blank white paper, without anything written on it. But unlike all vampires in the world, her skin does not feel chalky. Jaehyun supposed it’s because of his blood running in her system.

Her arms found their way around Jaehyun’s torso, her soft breasts pressing in on his back as she tightened her hold. “Let’s do it again,” she whispered in his ear.

Months ago, Jaehyun would have been salivating like a mad dog by that statement only. He would have been jumping on her bed, discarding all his clothes, to have sex with her over and over again. But times are different. He wasn’t that lucid and naïve vampire any more.

Jaehyun stood up, not caring whether Alena would fall from the bed. “I’m going,” was his impassive words.

“My love, please?” Alena pleaded.

A sudden thought came crashing back in his mind. Lucas’ words. She’s the most powerful vampire right now. Why would you do that? He said. But why is the most powerful vampire in this town begging for Jaehyun’s manhood like it is her lifeline? Why is she sprawled naked on her own bed, touching herself while pleading for Jaehyun to stay?

Sensual moans echoed from Alena’s mouth as she inserted her middle finger in her womanhood. Jaehyun stared at her, dead-panned. Then he walked, propped his knee on the bed, and leaned closer to Alena’s frame. When he was finally looking down straight at her eyes, she sucked her middle finger, tasting herself.

“Fuck yourself,” Jaehyun spat as if she wasn’t already doing that. But he wanted her to feel that he was— not even the slightest bit— interested in all her plays anymore.

In the blink of an eye, Alena was behind Jaehyun. When he turned around to face her, her fist had already collided against Jaehyun’s jaw.

“You were nothing, Jaehyun. I’ve created you,” she said through gritted teeth.

Jaehyun recollected himself from the blow, standing on his feet as proudly as he could muster. “Who gives a fuck, really? You are just a psychopathic bitch—” Then another blow. This time, she hit his stomach. Jaehyun doubled over and crashed against Alena’s vanity.

She sauntered up to him, all naked, and crouched in front of Jaehyun.

“What were you before? A piece-of-shit of a man, who makes a living by riding a motorbike. You are pathetic, Jaehyun. Utterly, hopelessly, pathetic.” Then she spat vampire venom on his face. “Your mother did not even weep when you died.” She almost sing-songed the sentence, tasting every drip of poison laced with it. Jaehyun tried to stand up, but Alena stood up first, pressing her soles against Jaehyun’s cheek. He felt as if his skull would burst open by how much force Alena had drawn out.

“Oh, what about your father? Who had literally thrown a party when he found out that his bastard died in an accident!” Alena laughed so joyously.

Jaehyun gritted his teeth, his anger would burn down this mansion. It would. But the consumption of his blood by Alena had rendered him weak. This is all happening because he foolishly let Alena consume his blood again.

“I am all that you have, Jaehyun.” She pressed her soles further down Jaehyun’s cheek, his head burrowing on her lush carpet.

Baby steps. He heard your voice.

“No.” Jaehyun had bitten his tongue as he tried to let the word fly from his mouth. It was hard to speak in his situation, but he did anyway.

“No?!” Alena snarled before withdrawing her soles from Jaehyun’s face and grabbing his back collar. “No?!” she screamed at his face again. Then she slackened her hold and started to caress Jaehyun’s cheeks. “My love, I am all that you have, right? You are all that I have, too. Remember our promise? My love!” Then she kissed Jaehyun. His mouth didn’t move, but the woman continued her penetration. She grabbed Jaehyun’s hands and used it to grope her own breasts. “Touch me, my love. Fuck me. I am yours.”

Her eyes are frantic as she led Jaehyun’s hands towards her womanhood. “Please!” Her pupils are dilating, fangs elongating.

“No,” Jaehyun uttered.

Alena’s face dropped instantly. Her eyes clear, mouth in a thin line before speaking again. “Get out of my mansion.”

Jaehyun, for the longest time in his life, felt relieved and ready to dash away from the wretched place Alena called home.

“Do whatever you like, Jaehyun. Mingle with all the girls in the world. But you know, we both know, it’s you and me even if the world crumbles to dust.”

Jaehyun did not answer. But he knows, in the deepest parts of his rotten soul, he’s doing everything he could to change that.

Your mother did not even weep when you died. A poisonous smile had spread on his lips as he remembered. Of course, everything Alena had spat out on his face was true. Who would have cried for Jaehyun? He was nothing. A bastard of a business-man. A son of a prostitute. No, he had never insulted his mother’s work. It was her life, it was her body. She could do anything with it. But what Jaehyun looked down at was her ability to love. She’d provided him a roof, food, a chance to study— but all of it was responsibility. It was not out of love.

Jaehyun remembered the times when she would literally sell her own son to her friends for money. Luckily, Jaehyun was old enough to understand everything. So he ran away from home, from everything related to her parents. And started out his own wicked life of chasing death.

His father? Oh, his father was a son-of-a-bitch. There’s no explanation for that character. Jaehyun believes his father’s soul is more vile than that of his. But who could really tell, right?

Jaehyun could sprint away from this mansion as far as he could. But he preferred to walk out of the vicinity. Inside the many rooms of this mansion, there lays his own bedroom, and Alena’s torture room. For him.

He could still feel everything as if it was yesterday. Vampires could not feel pain. Shoot them and they would feel the bullet penetrating their flesh, but the searing pain it brings would feel nothing against their power and immortality. However, Alena had her own ways to hurt Jaehyun. The memories were foggy, but he could make out two clear tube inserted on both his wrists. His blood flowing into a large bucket, with Alena grabbing a glass full of his blood, drinking it like it was the finest of wines.

After those agonizing moments of Alena squeezing him out of blood, he would sleep. For hours. Days. Only waking up to please Alena again. And then the same thing would happen. It went in circles. At first, Jaehyun welcomed it with open arms. In Alena’s embrace, he felt like a king. Sex with her made him feel powerful.

Or so he thought.

As time goes by, with the same scenario happening again and again, Jaehyun felt like a toy. He felt weak. He wanted more. He wanted to be the king. A real one. But that won’t happen if Alena’s alive and using him like a favorite doll.

All the wretchedness he had gone through Alena’s hands were nightmares that visits him whenever he closed his eyes. Then he does not want to be king anymore.

He only wanted to be free.

Alena did not allow that to happen. It was ignominious. But Jaehyun could still remember the way he begged for Alena not to cage him.

She kept him in a dungeon, refusing to give him blood. Jaehyun had reached the point where he had experienced the ‘bleeds’. An incident where a vampire bleeds from his ears and nose by blood abstinence.

After that, Jaehyun did everything to please Alena. He did not dare escape again. But he made himself powerful. He struggled to be strong. Strong enough for Alena to want him like her life depended on his blood. He’s strived and achieved his goal. Now, he was free.

Alena could not kill him— could not harm him. Jaehyun’s blood was powerful in its own eccentricities. He did not know what is it, he could not understand it himself. But ever since he became a vampire, he never felt more human. Vinegar, garlic, rosaries, prayers, silvers— they could not affect him at all. Sunlight could singed him, but not scorch him to death, just enough to enfeeble him. But he remains vulnerable to fire, a stake at the heart, decapitation, or to sangue debolezza which translates to ‘blood weakness’. It is a rare type of vampire disease with an unknown origin, but it is still a way to kill vampires nonetheless.

And consuming Jaehyun’s blood gives Alena the same power. She won’t dispose someone as precious as him. It won’t kill her if she ever did, but Alena has been a woman born with an intense penchant for power. Jaehyun provides her that ascendancy.

Jaehyun only needs to stay alive until someone, until you, kills Alena. With the thought of your fierceness and determination of finding the vampire who killed your parents, Jaehyun took a lingering glance at the moon, before sprinting towards home and towards you.

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“Hey, Johnny.”

You sat on the bed, phone pressed against your ear. You heard the rummaging of Johnny’s things before he answered.

“Hi, Y/N!” He greeted.

The optimism in his voice made you uncertain for a moment. You have decided to tell— lie— to Johnny about your plans regarding Madame Juana’s offers. This is what you have been waiting for all your life. A chance to know what truly happened to your parents and avenge their deaths. Johnny need not bother himself about it. You do not have to tell him. To keep him safe. To keep him sane. He would never believe you, anyways.

After minutes of being unforthcoming, you finally told him about your plan.

“Is it really needed? Like… would you really fail if you don’t join that trip?”

You sighed, trying to muster indifference. “Yes, Johnny. You know how it’s done. I don’t even know why it’s a three-month long trip! Gosh!” Just right after the words slid out of your mouth, you bit your lower lip as hard as you can. They were right when they said lies slides easily and more smoothly than truths.

“Three-month trip?! Is that really necessary?”

You heard the apprehension coating Johnny’s question. This won’t be easy for him. Not when he took the mother and father figure ever since your parents had died. But you also know that he would let you go at the end of the discussion. You just need to convince him that you will be fine.

“According to my prof, yes.” You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to tell yet another lie. “Oh, and I’ve already asked Haechan’s mom to sign my parent’s consent.”

Johnny sighed from the other line, “Alright, then. I still don’t understand why it’s a three-month long trip, but keep me updated, m’kay? I want to know everything. The hotel, the details—”

“Copy that, John. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Okay…” Johnny wavered, “Do you need any money?”

A certain sadness enveloped you. You are absolutely aware of your tightness when it comes to financial matters, and you won’t squeeze Johnny’s pockets for this ‘trip’. You would have to rely on your and your parents’ fund for assistance.

“No, John. I’m okay. Just… keep the money for yourself.” You tried to sound positive as possible. “When are you coming back, though?”

“I still don’t know. And I won’t tell you the dates. It’s a surprise!”

You laughed. A big part of you has been missing your big brother’s goofy side. It’s been months since you last saw him. “Just keep safe, Johnny. That is all I want.”

“You too, little sis. Take care of yourself.”

For hours, you’ve talked. The fear that has been nagging on you seemed to vanish as Johnny threw banters from the other line. You miss having him around. You miss the normalcy of life before seeing a bloodied Jaehyun in your doorstep.

Johnny had bid you good night, reminding you to take care and inform him about the details of your educational trip.

Three months is a long time. Your professors, for sure, won’t give you that much of a consideration even if you make an excuse letter. Nevertheless, there was no harm in trying. So you sat on your bed, your laptop’s screen blinding you.

“Ma’am and Sir…”

You started to type in your excuse letter, squinting your eyes as you skimmed the words for any loopholes and grammatical errors. You’ve decided to tell your professors the same thing you told Johnny. A trip. Family trip. Reunion. Or… maybe you could just tell them that you are currently arranging your documents that you would need to migrate to a different country. Migrating is a hectic process, it’s more believable than a reunion. No family would reunite for three months.

As the printer did its job, you waited with a sweaty forehead. Am I really doing this? You bit your lip as you stared at the letter. This is insane. But life requires a little bit of insanity. After folding the letter inside an envelope, you decided to call your friends. Another lie for another person.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Mark asked as you told him about the three-month trip that you’d also used as an excuse to obtain Johnny’s approval. Of course, you didn’t tell him about the real reasons. But Mark is a kind and respectful man, he won’t barge in your business especially when you make it clear that you won’t entertain questions.

“It’s not. I just really need to unwind. You know. Find myself.” You forced a chuckle. Losing yourself would have been the better description for your trip. But, of course, you didn’t tell Mark about that.

“I think that’s… cool. Three months is a long time, and I’m gonna miss you. But, you should go for it. I do hope you find whatever you’re looking for in your trip, Y/N.”

“Mark, you’re the sweetest.”

Of course, after talking to the kindest person you’ve ever met, you need to talk to the brat-est person God allowed you to meet in your lifetime— Haechan.

“I don’t believe this is a trip to unwind,” he said. And you could literally see his dead-panned expression from the other line. “Tell me, you’re running away with that Jaehyun guy.”

“Haechan! You’re ridiculous!” You hissed, but forcing yourself not to laugh nonetheless. “I’m serious, though. It really is a trip to unwind and find myself.” No, it’s not.

“Whatever you say. Just… take care, you bimbo.”

“Do not call me bimbo!”

“Bimbo!” he shouted. You winced and pulled the phone away. Too late for that. Then his tone changed to that of a serious one. “Call me, call us, whenever you need someone to talk to. Take care. And please! Return! I know Jaehyun’s— oh wait— who would take care of Jaehyun, then?”

Haechan’s question caught you off guard. No, no, no. Think, Y/N. Think. Sweats literally formed in your forehead as you think about whatever reason to tell Haechan.

“He’s… well… his relatives had known about his current situation. And they… they called me! Told me they’d pick up Jaehyun, then they did! It’s heart-wrenching to see them reunite after all these years.” You fake a sob.

“Wow, that’s amazing. I’m glad he’s found a family that would take care of him.”

“Yeah…” you played with your pillow. Not being able to see two of your most precious friends sent a sudden jolt of sadness to wash through you. Haechan, Mark, and Johnny are your tether to the real life. Turning your back against them means completely enveloping the mysteries laid for you by a witch, a vampire hunter, and a vampire.

“Y/N, I’m gonna miss you,” Haechan declared.

“I’m gonna miss you, too.” You nodded and wiped the sides of your eyes. Then Haechan dropped the phone call after saying good bye.

You stood up, the full moon hanging and glaring at you from the heavens. So beautiful. So captivating. Yet so portentous. You pursed your lips and shook your head before departing your room to the kitchen.

The cold water jug bit on your palms. It’s one a.m. and Jaehyun was still nowhere to be found. Where has he gone to? Yet you aren’t sure if you are ready to see his face after all that has happened.

You checked your social medias and scrolled down your feed. To be a reminder that you are still you. Normal. Somehow. When a loud bang of the door startled you from your seat. Before you could stand up, Jaehyun’s frame greeted you in the kitchen.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. He wasn’t looking bedraggled. He looked alive, and well. Despite the blood that still adorns his skin and clothes.

“We need to go.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Pack your things and let’s go to Juana.” He started to pace, hands on his waists.

“I don’t understand. Where have you been?”

He drew in a halt and stared at you, “None of your business.”

You raised a brow. “Well? After you left me in the middle of the street, bloody and sca—” You shut your mouth close. No, you won’t admit that you were scared. Jaehyun raised his own brow, waiting for your next words. “Bloody and alone— I, at least, have the rights to know where were you.” Then you straightened your back and pretended to tower him.

“Trust me, you won’t like the answer.”

“Am I in danger?” You fisted your palms and waited for his answer. Jaehyun, for a second, didn’t know what to say. It was clear by the way he opened and closed his mouth.

“No. It’s me. He was coming for me.”

“Why?”

Jaehyun sighed deeply. “No more questions, Y/N. Let’s just go!” He hissed.

No more questions? How could he? As far as you could remember, he was the one who practically told Madame Juana to give you enough time to decide. And now he’s here, all jumpy, asking you to pack your things, giving you no chance to ask why.

“You will explain to me everything once I’ve finished packing.” You clenched your jaw, pointing your forefinger at his face. Jaehyun attempted to speak, but you have already made your way to your own room.

Two luggages were what you pulled from your bedroom to the living room. It contains your clothes and necessities. Jaehyun was sitting, freshly bathed, on the sofa. He eyes your luggages and then you.

“Seriously? That many?” He quipped.

You frowned and stared at your luggages. “Do you have the slightest idea how many womanly necessities I have to bring?”

“No, I don’t.” He shrugged.

You ignored his scrutinizing. He is a man, a vampire one at that. He won’t ever understand how it is to be a woman. “Then stop your scrutiny and focused on your— wait a minute. Why haven’t you packed your things yet?” You raised a brow while locking your luggages. After that, you roamed your eyes inside the house and sauntered up to the windows to check the locks.

“I don’t have any clothes other than what you’ve bought for me.”

Oh, yes. Jaehyun is a homeless guy without any relatives. The sudden thought made you inquisitive. Where is his parents? Are they still alive? But you shook your head, erasing your questions.

“Well, that’s a problem.” As you finished checking the locks of every possible way for a robber to enter your house, you have finally focused on Jaehyun.

He leaned on the sofa, eyeing you. “I don’t think so. Remember our deal?”

“Oh, please! You didn’t even want to join us—”

“But I did. I would.”

You bit your lips, calculating the cost if you ever decide to buy Jaehyun his own necessities. It would surely take up a big chunk off your money.

“We won’t be able to eat at the villa if I dare buy you everything you need.”

“That’s your problem, not mine. I don’t eat, Y/N.” He had the audacity to roll his eyes at you then.

Right. Vampires do not eat.

You straightened your back and leaned on the window frame, ignoring Jaehyun’s snarky comments. “Where have you been, Jaehyun?” Then you crossed your arms to tell him you would not back down unless he tells you what really happened.

“Alena,” he replied incisively.

You gulped. You weren’t expecting that name to roll off his mouth. “That’s unexpected.” Trying to sound as apathetic as possible, you focused your attention in checking the locks again. “I thought you’d burn the—” You took a deep breath, “— the vampire’s body.”

“I dumped him exactly where he came from.”

Your brows knotted instantly, reckoning his words. “Are you saying Alena sent him? For you?” This time, you had stopped pretending to check the window locks, and faced Jaehyun with inquisitiveness etched on your face.

“Partially. He sent him for me… and for you.”

You sat down yourself to the nearest sofa and tried to recollect your thoughts. Why would she do that? “For me? I don’t understand.”

“She knows I’m living here, Y/N. And she’s not happy about it.” Jaehyun pursed his lips. You were absolutely certain that he was hiding something from you.

“Oh, heavens. I— I don’t know what to say… I… Jaehyun, she’s your fiancée, right? Perhaps she got it all wrong. We’re not doing something disgraceful!” You waved your hands to the air to shake off your trepidation. Well, that’s not exactly true. On his first night in your house, he’d already kissed you.

The look Jaehyun gave you told you he was thinking about the kiss too. But he shrugged and brushed it off. “Yeah, we’re not doing something.”

“I think you should explain it to her…?”

Jaehyun snorted, “Y/N, didn’t you hear me earlier? I’m trying to severe our betrothal. I don’t give two fucks about what she thinks.”

“And why is that?”

He went silent for a moment, his eyes clear. As if remembering some horrible scene in his mind. “Do you really think I’d tell you everything? C’mon. We’re on our what? One-half step of being friends.”

“I just want to understand why would she send a vampire to harm us. Especially, me.” You pointed at yourself. “Well… perhaps she’s known about our plan.” Heavens. The thought was too terrifying for you to bear.

“No. She didn’t tell me anything about that.” Jaehyun stood up then, “So we better get moving before she sends her vampires again to kill us. Earlier was already a warning.”

When you attempted to speak, Jaehyun raised a finger to stop you. “Please, baby. No more questions.”

So you shut your mouth with a hope that you could do the same with your thudding heart.

On the way to Madame Juana’s mansion, you have separated the money for Jaehyun’s needs. In the end, you have decided to buy him his necessities. You supposed it won’t be that costly, considering his nature. Clothes are all he needs.

“You’ve decided the right thing, Y/N.”

Even in the stark of dawn, Madame Juana was ready to accept you in her home. She looked immaculate as always, her silk robes hugging her frame as she greeted you.

“I… hope so.” You smiled at her, heart beating loudly for what lays behind all your decisions. Jaehyun remained leaning on one of the pillar inside Madame Juana’s hall, observing you and the witch.

“To be honest, some part of me didn’t expect to see you at all. That’s why I’m so glad to see you, darling.” She caressed your cheek like how mothers do to their children. You fought the urge to lean on her hand, suddenly remembering your mother with a twinge of pain in your chest.

“Well, this is my only chance to know who killed my parents. I couldn’t simply let this slip.”

Jaehyun had convinced you not to tell Madame Juana about your encounter with the vampire earlier. He nagged and reminded you to be more careful especially to friendly faces. And now that you are walking through a path cloaked with darkness. Those were his exact words. You would’ve laughed by the way he delivered it, but he was so serious that you resulted in gulping down your chuckles instead.

Madame smiled. In that moment, you wanted to ask her if she could enchant Hubert already. It’s not like you would run away from her and bail on your deal. But an uncertainty made its way on you. You still have no idea about her true nature; her patience and her attitude. It would be careless to ask such favors. Especially to a witch.

“Excellent, darling.” Then she pulled her hand away, “I’ll get ready. Mr. Jones will—”

“I… still wanna talk to you about some things.” You took a quick glance at Jaehyun, who raised his brow at you, “Privately.” Then he frowned and walked away, fishing something in his pockets. You could only pray that he won’t pry with his sharp hearing.

“Go on, Y/N. What is it?”

You hesitated for a moment, before sighing deeply and focusing your eyes at Madame’s own. “Can you… I mean, I want to block Jaehyun from reading my mind.”

Madame’s brow shot up to her forehead, the side of her mouth twitching upwards. “Interesting favor, darling. But understandable. I know how insufferable it is for someone to infiltrate your mind without permission.” She held the sides of your forehead with both her hands, “This might hurt a little. Like a migraine.”

You shut your eyes closed and readied yourself for the pain. Enchantments rolled off her tongue. It sounded like Latin mixed with a language you haven’t heard before. A grumble of pain echoed from you as you felt the ache of the magic. It was exactly like what she told you; a migraine, but a sharp one.

“Done,” Madame stated.

You felt the absence of her fingers, resulting on you clutching a handful of your hair to prevent the pulsating pain. As you grip your hair with your hand, you lifted the other one to tell Madame that you still have one remaining thing to say.

“One more thing, Madame.”

“Now, now. What is it, darling? Are you going to ask me to block your heart from falling in love with the vampire?”

At her bold statement, your eyes widened, heart somersaulting inside your chest. “No!” You shouted, voice bouncing off the walls of her mansion.

A low chuckle resonated from the Madame’s throat. “Don’t be so upset and defensive, little dove. It’s written all over you—”

It’s dangerous to cut off a witch’s sentence, but you could not bear to hear the end of her statement. “I actually wanted to tell you that I want to become a vampire hunter.”

Madame’s grinning face changed to that of a surprised one. But she quickly regained herself, her grin spreading wider than the last time. “Then I guess my villa isn’t the right place for you. But the Academy.”

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wangxian vampire au

featuring vampire hunter lwj and shitty vampire wwx

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It was supposed to be an ordinary, by-the-numbers hunt. With an illustrious monster hunting career under his belt, Lan Wangji hadn’t thought much of it when his guild forwarded him the typical rumors of a small village recently plagued with vampire attacks. There was even a potential location for its den in the form of a nearby manor, long abandoned since its last inhabitants were murdered a century ago.

His subsequent investigation into the rumors proved to be more concerning; not for fear of great violence, but rather the lack of it. An air of levity permeated the village and its inhabitants, as if it hadn’t been recently targeted by a dangerous beast. As if there weren’t villagers and cattle alike with telltale signs of a vampire bite who curiously, after closer inspection, only lost enough to fill a thimble.

And then there were the village folk themselves.

“You mean Wei Wuxian?” Nie Huaisang, a local artist, said in one of Lan Wangji’s cursory village interviews. “I’d ask if you didn’t hunt one of my most generous patrons, Hunter Lan. Just last week he’d paid my rent five times over!”

“Unfortunately,” Jiang Wanyin, the local sheriff, said when Lan Wangji asked if he was aware of the regional vampiric patronage going around. “His habit of throwing money around has been a pillar of this village’s economy for decades now. So we put up with the guy, despite him being both a vampire and annoying as all hell.”

“He hates blood,” Wen Qing, the village doctor, stated during Lan Wangji’s visit to the local clinic; he had been searching for the vampire’s victims in hopes of an interview, but found that none had even visited the clinic after being bitten. “Well, most types of blood. There are certain types he tolerates, but he’s picky enough that the vials I sometimes bring him are the only sustenance I know of that he can stomach.”

At that, an unconvinced Lan Wangji asked, “Why would a vampire so repulsed by blood —“ already a ludicrous concept “— bite two villagers and a cow in a single night?”

At this point, despite consistent testimony throughout each interview, he was still unwaveringly skeptical about the supposed character of this “Wei Wuxian.” For even though he made it a habit to see the best in people, the claims spouted by these villagers conflicted with every teaching Lan Wangji had stood for since leaving his mother’s womb.

Wen Qing rolled her eyes and supplied him with a fairly useless answer: “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” 

Miffed at what was turning out to be a rather unconventional hunt, Lan Wangji set out to do just that. He’d already been here for nearly a couple of days, and the traps he’d laid around the village border weren’t enough to entice the vampire to bite (ha). 

Blood bait, this time. Collecting blood samples from a few villagers as well as himself, he set up another set of traps, more sophisticated than the last, around the forest that surrounded the vampire’s manor instead of the village itself. Hopefully its close proximity would be enough to lure out the beast. No matter how blase the villagers — who were reacting to Lan Wangji’s preparations the way a mother would react to her child’s first piano recital — were in regards to a vampire in their vicinity, he knew he needed to dispose of it quickly before it began a killing spree.

A week passed. No success.

No matter. Unspoiled bait was the logical next course of action — so he called for the aid of local volunteers, and waited with the ensuing party of virgins at the village square throughout the night. 

A few hours in without a single vampire sighting, he began doubting the validity of the volunteers’ virginal status, but decided to nonetheless wait it out. The rising sun made Lan Wangji blink away the inherent fatigue of staying up all night, and the vampire still didn’t come.

Lan Wangji had never been met with such failure before. Fed up with standing idle, he decided that now was the time for action. Diving head-first into a possible vampire den was a risky move, but judging by the villagers’ tales of the vampire’s ineptitude, it lived alone and wouldn’t put much of a fight when faced head on. So when the sun was at its highest point in the sky, he barged into the manor with Bichen and his silver-tipped crossbow at the ready, expecting the worst.

He was met with nothing. As he crept around the manor, he deduced that it seemed more like the home of an eccentric than a mythical bloodsucking beast. Mountains of stuff lined the manor’s interior, ranging from artistically ambitious portraits to antique candelabras. Strewn across any available flat surface were schematics of half thought-out contraptions Lan Wangji could only imagine what their functions were. The parlour was the most uncluttered of the rooms, with a homely lounge area and a stocked liquor cabinet, its setup optimized to entertain at least a dozen guests.

What sort of vampire entertained guests?

Best not to dwell too much into it until the creature was dead. The lower floor was empty, so he made his way upstairs. As unoccupied as the floor below. Maybe he overlooked something outside? He could scout around the manor’s expansive gardens, of which there was a curiously thriving radish garden. But just as he was about to start another outside search, he heard a soft shuffle over his head and through the ceiling. 

Ah. There was an attic.

His patience long since fizzled out, Lan Wangji yet again forgoed a stealthy entrance. Once he spotted the ceiling attic door, he stomped his way up the pull-out staircase to face the target of by far the most frustrating hunts of his career.

As soon as he entered the attic and registered the scene before him, he took a moment for himself to stare.

Unlike the rest of the manor, the attic was in fact occupied; only, the man who occupied it stood stockstill against its darkest corner with a look of utter terror on his face. His body was awkwardly contorted in such a way that he was cast in shadow — in some places only a hair's breadth away from the thin beams of light that streamed through the uneven paneling of the attic’s outer wall, as well as its fully open window, effectively pinning him where he stood.

“Oh, thank everything that is holy,” the man, who is definitely a vampire, said with relief. “Please, good sir, could you please do me a favor and draw that curtain and plug those holes?”

Lan Wangji opened his mouth. Closed it. Then said, “You’re Wei Wuxian?” when really he should have dragged the beast out of the shadows and into the damning sunlight, because of course it was.

“How — oh, you’re the hunter everyone’s been warning me about!” was the vampire’s reply. The stiffness of its absurd posture slackened in surprise, but immediately straightened when its arm grazed the edge of sunlight. The barest hint of smoke sizzled from the contact.

Damn those villagers; really, Lan Wangji should’ve seen the betrayal coming. But before he could take further action, the vampire had the audacity to smile, fangs and all, at him, and say, “I was warned beforehand of your intentions, though I must say how surprised I am no one had thought to mention just how handsome you are.”

This was not the first time a target had tried flattery as a way to escape Lan Wangji’s sword. It was, however, the first time one had done so when in such a predicament: trapped into a corner of its own home by poor woodwork and an open window. 

Lan Wangji couldn’t help but feel a drop of pity at such a surprisingly human but nonetheless pathetic display.

He said to the beast, “I am not sure you should be commenting on my appearance right now, considering your…current predicament.”

The beast’s — Wei Wuxian — face fell. “I lost track of time!” he bemoaned. “I somehow fell asleep while cleaning my attic, and when I woke up...well.”

Suddenly, all the tales the villagers spun about the vampire’s ineptitude began to make sense.

“You attacked two people at the neighboring village,” Lan Wangji recounted, taking a step forward. “And a cow.”

“I was hungry.” Wei Wuxian wrinkled his nose; a far too human quirk. “Wen Qing hadn’t come by in a while so I decided to…but I barely even hurt them! They’re blood tasted way too gross, so I left after only having a sip.” He frowned, a guilty expression on his face. “I tried to get rid of the taste with cow’s blood, but then it looked at me with its huge cow eyes and started mooing really sadly, so I let the poor guy go.”

Never, throughout the entirety of Lan Wangji’s career, had he seen a more pitiful sight. It almost made him feel bad about killing him. However, strangely pathetic target aside, Lan Wangji had a job to do. 

He took another step. Even cast in shadow, he was close enough to see the telltale signs of Wei Wuxian’s vampiric nature: his pale pallor, his clawed hands, his red eyes. He could see Wei Wuxian’s face, too; which, a moment before, had been smiling at him. Protruding fangs aside, his smile was nice. As was his general appearance. If Wei Wuxian had been human, Lan Wangji would consider him handsome.

Wait. What?

Misinterpreting Lan Wangji’s approach, Wei Wuxian perked up — as much one could when frozen in a pose reminiscent of a ballerina mid-pirouette  — and said, his smile returning, “Ah, good. My muscles were just about to start to cramp.”

Maybe he was too distracted. Of course this bizarre interaction was preventing Lan Wangji from continuing his hunt, filling his mind with enough wayward thoughts to distract him. Did vampire arms usually bend that way? Did vampires usually have the capacity to be stupid enough to lose track of time and fall asleep next to an open window? Did vampires usually have smiles that seemed so kind?

Okay. No. Slow down.

Lan Wangji shook his head, as if that would help with much. “You seem convinced that I will help you,” he said, “despite knowing who I am, and why I am here.”

Wei Wuxian blinked at him. Vampires did not blink. Why the hell was he blinking. 

“You seem like a nice guy, if a bit intense,” he said. “At least, that’s what Wen Qing told me. And I already explained this whole misunderstanding. I’m certain you won’t find anyone in the village that’s actually mad at me for what happened.”

He was right — Lan Wangji hadn’t. “That doesn’t change the fact that my job is to kill beasts like you.”

“But I didn’t do anything?”

“That doesn’t —” Lan Wangji exhaled heavily through his nose. He shouldn’t be entertaining the thought of casting aside his duty for — what? An admittedly attractive vampire who was already entirely at his mercy? All vampires were considered, by human standards, attractive. This one was no different.

Belatedly, he realized that, at one point during what was turning out to be one of the strangest conversations of his life, Lan Wangji had strapped his crossbow to his back holster and unsheathed Bichen, his hand already off its hilt.

“Look,” Wei Wuxian said, voice frustratingly placating, “you seem a bit tense. Why don’t we go downstairs? Sit down and have a chat. Healthy discussion, moral debate, all that shit. Then you can decide if you still want to kill me based solely on preconceived notions of my species. I had some friends over last night and I still have food left if you’re hungry.”

Lan Wangji frowned.

“People food. Like, food that isn’t people, but for people to eat. Uh.” There was a nervous edge to his laugh. “Usually I’m more smooth than this? But I’m currently pinned to a wall, so. Help? Please?” 

All vampires had an innate ability to hypnotize; Lan Wangji’s last hunt was so good at it, he’d had to plug his ears with wool to escape its pull. He knew the heavy, paralyzing feel of a vampire exerting its will onto its prey.

Wei Wuxian was not doing that. Lan Wangji wasn’t even sure if he even could, given his current track record of vampiric competency. It just seemed like he was, in a clumsy, almost endearing way…

Asking Lan Wangji out to dinner?

With no small sense of how incomprehensibly inane this hunt has become, Lan Wangji walked to the window and drew the curtains closed.

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originally posted on twitter

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Shackled

Pairing | Lucien x Reader

Warnings | NON-CON, smut, kidnapping, violence, bondage

Word count | 1740

Summary | getting kidnapped by Lucien and he fucks you

A/n | this fic contains Non consensual sex and dark themes, please DO NOT READ if this makes you uncomfortable

A/n | (Based in the time of season 3 of TO) You are a Siphon. You are living with the mikaelsons. You had been like a sister to Rebekah a few years ago while she was in Mystic falls and after she moved back to New Orleans you dated Jeremy. After you two broke up you needed to get away so you moved to New Orleans after Rebekah invited you to stay with them. You and Kol always flirted and had endless banter but neither of you ever persude each other. You are currently out trying to find some dark object of Kol’s that Cami must have lost when she took them as it wasn’t in your apartment.

“Kol, do you even know where you’re going?” You whined. “Of course darling, do you mistake me with a fool?” You rolled your eyes and continued following him. You were walking down a back ally in New Orleans, blindly following Kol who apparently knew exactly where he was going. Suddenly a hand clamped over your mouth and your vision went black.

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly regained consciousness. Your wrists were bound by chains hanging from the ceiling and you were kneeling with you arms in the air. Your white camisole was torn and stained red but your ripped black jeans were gone, leaving you in your red lace underwear. Shit. The sound of footsteps echoed through your hearing and you saw him from the corner of your eye. You hind your head in defeat, knowing he would most certainly kill you. He stopped right infront of you. “Lucien.” You venomously spat. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, “Someone’s happy to see me.” He smirked. “Fuck you.” You retorted. He let go of you chin and walked over to a table. He picked something up and walked back over to you, lifting your chin and daring you to break eye contact with him. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Suddenly the leather hit your skin ferociously. You screamed in pain as he struck your back over and over until he drew blood. He stopped after 20 lashes. “Having fun, darling? I’m sure we can work something else out if you’re not.” He smirked at you again. “Oh fuck you and your torture just let me go.” You almost shouted. He dropped the whip and kneeled down behind you, his hand wrapping round your throat and turning your head to look at him, the other one snaking round your chest and grabbing your boob, holding you firmly into him. “So feisty. You’d do well to remember I’m a 1000 year old vampire and you’re a worthless mortal.” He said into your cheek. “And when you’re 1000 years old you get bored very easily. So your going to be my entertainment, y/n.” His hand trailed from your boob to your core and slipped into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your brains out.” He pushed his hard-on unto you ass, “you feel that? That’s all because of you, darling.” He growled in your ear as sighs and quiet moans tumbled from your lips. He has your juices running over his fingers quickly and took his hand out your panties, satisfied. He shoved his fingers down your throat and used his other hand to move your panties to the side.

“Now the real fun begins” he chuckled. The sound of his zip made your eyes widen and you let out a cry of pain and pleasure as his cock slid into your tight cunt. “Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight around my big dick.” Lucien cooed in your ear. He began pumping at a punishing rate, his fingers leaving your mouth as you started gagging. He slapped your ass 1,2,3...10 times. Hard. “My handprint looks so good on your big ass.” He hummed. A constant flow of moans and curse words left your mouth as he continued to bury himself in you roughly. He reached round and grabbed your boobs in turn, hard enough to leave bruises. Suddenly, he stopped, his dick still inside you. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back enough for you to look into his eyes. “Fuck yourself on my cock, y/n. Pleasure yourself in me.” He commanded. When you refused to move he bared his fangs and sank them onto your neck. You instantly began grinding against his dick and he moaned your name. “Fuck, y/n, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the minute I first met you.” He said.

He pulled out of you and walked around to your front, where he grabbed you by a fist-full of your hair and forced his cock into your mouth. “I’ve been wondering what your pretty little mouth could do except insult me.” He snarled. He rammed his dick into your mouth for a while until you had saliva dripping down your chin. “Good girl.” He praised. “Taking my dick so well. Let’s see how far you can go.” He held your head in place so you were taking him all the way and his top brushed you back of your throat. You gagged around him and tears pricked your eyes. “Oh fuck” he moaned. He pulled your head back, allowing you to get some air before eventually doing the same thing over and over until you struggled to breathe. He started to moan as his cum released into your mouth in hot spurts, “come on slut, swallow it. Swallow it all.” He spat. You did as he said and he pulled out. Your head hung as you regained your breath.

There was a sudden banging on the door and your heard kol’s voice. “y/n! Y/n? Are you in there? Y/N!!” He shouted. Lucien appeared over you and ripped the chains off you, leaving blood dripping from your wrists. You were covered in bruises and aches all over, your legs so weak you collapsed the second you were free. Lucien grabbed you and held you against him with his arm over your chest. You started to struggle against him but it was no use as you were no-where near as strong as him. The door gave way to reveal Kol and Freya stood there. Just as Kol was about to rush over to you Lucien spoke. “If you take a step closer, I feed her my blood and snap her neck. Oh god. You didn’t want to be a vampire. Let alone a heratic. You hated your powers and had a strict, no vampire blood rule unless it was a life or death situation. Lucien bit into his wrist and held it over your mouth. You had no choice but to drink as you started choking on his blood. your vision was blurred with tears and you heard Freya mutter something. A spell. Before Lucien could react he was screaming. He let go of you and you collapsed. The sun started to burn him. He was on fire. He ran as fast as he could to a sheltered area of the apartment. Freya must have de-activated his daylight ring.

Kol rushed to your side and cradled you into his chest. "It'll be alright darling. I promise. Did he hurt you?" he asked calmly. You nodded. "Where, darling?" you looked up at him and spoke, "M-my stomach, an-and my, um, m-my-" you cut yourself off as you broke down into tears. "I think she means to say her thighs and hips." Lucien smirked. Kol's face contorted with anger and he passed you to Freya. Kol had Lucien held up against the wall in an instant. "You what?!" he shouted. Lucien maintained his smirk and said, "OH she was wonderful, no wonder all you mikaelsons are desperate to get in her pants." Kol growled and threw Lucien into the sunlight. he screeched and dashed back to the shade, hitting the wall and gasping. "Why you little-" Kol was cut-off by Freya. "Kol, I know you want your revenge, but its going to have to wait. We need to get y/n out of here and my spell will wear-off soon. We can't risk endangering her again. Let's go." Kol let out a frustrated sigh and came over to you, picking you up bridal-style and walking out the penthouse with you.

Back at the  Mikaelson compound you woke up to Kol brushing your face with the back of his hand. "Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to wake you." he said. "Oh-uh, don't worry about it." You smiled weakly. He brushed your hair out your face and smile softly back. "When I saw you, all I could think was to rip that bastard's head off. I couldn't stand to see you in pain." He admitted. "I'm okay now." You replied gently. "Well, you see, y/n..." oh god. He never used your name. He always came up with some kind of pet-name. "I realised that if I ever lost you, my world would just...collapse. So o guess what I'm saying is I like you. As more than a bloody friend." He sighed. Ignoring the pain, your reached up and placed a tentative kiss on his lips, cupping his cheek with your hand. It took him a moment to register what happened, but when he did he kissed you back passionately - as if he'd been waiting to do it for a long time. You pulled back, gunning pike an idiot. "Kol." "Yes darling." You took a deep breath, your face turning serious, "I guess what I have to say is..could you get me some food? I'm starving and unlike you, I actually have to eat." A goofy smile broke out on your face. "And to think for a second there I thought you were going to declare you undying love for me, darling." He chuckled and kissed your forehead before standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Kol." "What now?" He stopped and spun on his head. "I like you too." You smiled. His face broke out into an expression of pure joy and he walked out the room.

[zipstick-writes]

Inktober 2020 Day 8 - Teeth

Virgil woke up slowly, feeling drained and having no recollection of anything that had happened in approximately the last 12 hours.

Damn, he thought, I must be really fucking sleep-deprived.

After a few moments of staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, Virgil sat up. He got out of bed and drew his curtains.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck why is the sun so bright?

He shut them again.

“Ughhh, I need coffee.” He said quietly. Too tired to get changed out of his pyjamas, he put on his black-and-purple-tartan hoodie on top of them. He put the hood up as he knew the others would have the windows open, letting in the way too bright why is it so fucking bright sunlight, in an attempt to shield his eyes.

-

Logan was in the kitchen, smearing some Crofters strawberry jam onto a slice of toast, when Virgil came down the stairs of the shared house. And by god, he looked awful. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in a week, which, while an unhealthy habit, Logan suspected wasn’t too far from the truth. Still, he felt the need to voice his concerns.

“Virgil, are you feeling alright?”

Virgil jumped at the voice, like he didn’t realise Logan was there.

“Yeah.” He responded, sounding very much not alright. “I just need coffee.” He said, stepping into the kitchen. “Where’s the coffee machine again?”

Logan abandoned his toast and led Virgil to the counter where the coffee maker was.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked. “You don’t seem very attentive. Maybe you need something other than coffee, perhaps.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll grab some mints or something.”

“Something other than sugar. Would you like some toast? You can have my slice if you’d like.”

“No thank you,” Virgil responded. “It’s yours anyway.”

“Oh it’s quite alright, I can simply make another slice and you need to eat something. You look like you’re not too far from passing out on the spot.”

Too tired to argue, Virgil accepted the toast and started fumbling with the coffee machine as if he had forgotten how it worked.

“Would you like me to help.”

“Yeah, please.”

Logan made Virgil his cup of coffee and handed it to him. Virgil took it, mumbled what sounded like a ‘thank you’ and stumbled towards the table in the living room. Logan would make sure to check that he’d eaten it later.

-

Virgil sat down at the table in the living room and set the toast down in front of him. He picked it up slowly and took a bite out of it. He chewed for a few seconds before he bit the inside of his cheek, which, while uncomfortable, was usually not this painful.

Whatever, he thought, it’s not like it’ll kill me, I guess. He continued chewing.

Oh shit can I taste blood?

“Logan!” he called into the kitchen. “I bit the inside of my cheek and it’s bleeding!”

Logan came hurrying into the room and set his toast down on the table across from Virgil’s.

“Open your mouth.” Virgil complied and Logan looked inside. Virgil noticed his eyes widening slightly, but didn’t question it. “Yeah, that’s blood. Bite down on this cloth for me,” he passed Virgil a clean white cloth, “and try not to spit, as that may worsen the bleeding.”

“Thanks, Logan.” He said, stuffing the cloth into his mouth. Logan nodded and sat down to eat his toast.

-

Roman came downstairs, sketchbook and bag of art supplies in hand, to work on an art project for school, when he saw Logan and Virgil sitting at the table, Logan munching on a slice of toast while Virgil had a cloth in his mouth. Weird, but Logan didn’t question it. Virgil had his hood up, which wouldn’t be unusual if it weren’t for the fact that he kept trying to pull it further down as if to shield his face with it. Also, he was pale. Like, really fucking pale. He looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in a month.

“Hey Virge, have you slept? You look like shit.”

“Thanks, Roman. Much appreciated.” He quipped, but he sounded so tired that any bite it might’ve been intended to contain was gone.

“Yeah, okay, enough with the sarcasm. You honestly look really tired, you should probably get some sleep. Go take a nap or something.”

“But I just woke up!”

“Well you sure don’t look like it. Go back to sleep.”

“Ugh, fine.” He said finally, grumbling under his breath but still very much audibly about stupid princes and their stupid perfect sleep schedules.

Virgil yawned, and why are his teeth so damn sharp? It looked as if he’d put in some of those fake Halloween vampire fangs, only less cheap plastic and more oh my god are those his actual teeth?

Roman pointedly ignored Virgil's strangely large teeth and went into the kitchen for some cereal.

-

It was two days later, and no-one in the house had seen Virgil.

Patton was beginning to get seriously concerned.

“Roman, when was the last time you saw Virgil?”

“I haven't seen him since I told him to take a nap on Wednesday.”

“Roman, that was two days ago!” He said, beginning to panic. “He hasn’t even come down for coffee! Do you know how unlike Virgil that is?”

“How about we go and see how he is, just to make sure he’s alright? You know how he is, sometimes he’ll shut himself in his room and forget to have food. A bad habit, but undertandable.” Logan reasoned.

“Yeah, but not for two whole days!” Patton exclaimed. “Come on, we gotta check on him right now!”

-

Logan knocked on Virgil’s bedroom door. No response, not even a grumble. Strange, he thought, that is highly unlike Virgil.

“Virgil, are you okay in there, kiddo?” Patton called anxiously. Still no response.

“We’ll come in now if you don’t answer!” Roman added.

Logan opened the door and stepped into Virgil’s room. The curtains were drawn and the lights were off, and Virgil was in bed, asleep. Logan noted idly that he was still wearing his hoodie.

“Virgil, are you feeling all right?” Patton asked worriedly, walking up to the bed. “We haven’t seen you in a couple days.”

No response. I never realised Virgil slept that deeply, Logan thought

“Virgil, buddy, you gonna wake up?”

Patton lightly shook Virgil’s shoulder. This, it seemed, was enough to wake him, up as he rolled oven in bed and yawned.

His teeth are unnaturally sharp, Logan noted.

Virgil sat up in bed.

“That’s gotta be the best sleep I’ve had in years. How long have I been out?”

“Uh, well.. a bit longer than we were expecting you to sleep, but I’m sure it’s fine-“

“Patton, how long did I sleep?”

“Two days.” Roman butted in, as h knew Patton would likely struggle getting it out.

“Two days?! I didn’t know that was possible!” Virgil exclaimed, turning to Logan. “There’s no way that’s possible, right?”

“Well, ordinarily no, but you’ve been asleep in here for two days, there’s no disputing that.”

“Oh, okay, I gue-“

Virgil yawned again, cutting himself off.

Patton was looking at him strangely. And so was Roman. And Logan.

“What? What is it now?”

“Well the thing is, kiddo, you've kinda got... Fangs.”

Virgil leveled them with an unimpressed stare.

“Seriously? You expect me to fall for that? My teeth seemed perfectly normal yesterd- Well I guess it would’ve been two days ago, wouldn’t it? Either way, the point still stands. I know you’re messing with me.”

“Actually, perhaps it would be better if you were to see for yourself.” Logan said. “How about you look in the bathroom mirror? Then you’ll see that what we’re saying is indeed not a falsehood.”

“Fine.”

-

Virgil let himself be dragged into the bathroom by Roman, and opened his mouth.

“Well shit, I guess I do have fangs.”

-

“You want some toast, Virge?” Roman called from the kitchen.

“I'm not really feeling hungry actually.”

“Alright then.”

Just then, Patton opened the curtains, letting sunlight pour in.

“Agh, why is it so fucking bright?” Virgil complained.

“Language, Virgil.” Patton scolded. “It’s not even that bright, anyway.”

“I don’t care, just close it! It’s hurting my eyes!”

“Alright, sorry kiddo.”

“Virgil?” Logan called from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been doing some research, and you’ve been displaying all the signs of vampirism. In other words, I believe that there’s a possibility you may be a vampire.”

“Logan, I get that you’re the smart one and all that, but I’ll have to disagree there.” Roman piped up. “As much as I love a good vampire tale, they’re fictional. Made up. Not real.”

“Oh they’re real. They just haven’t been very well documented. Very little research has been conducted and so there’s not much we can know at the moment about them, but they are very much real.”

“Okay, nerd. Guess I can’t refute that.”

Virgil was beginning to look anxious.

“Does this mean I’ll have to drink blood to survive?”

“Well, you never had any negative reaction to the toast I gave you on Wednesday, and based on what scientists do know, Vampires only need blood to speed up healing. The onl food that is actually harmful to you would be garlic.”

“He can’t eat garlic? Can we change him back?”

“Relax, Roman. I’m perfectly fine with avoiding garlic. It’s a bit of a bummer but I can deal with it.”

“If you say so, but don’t come crying to me when you’re craving garlic bread “

“Trust me, I won’t.” Virgil responded, glaring at Roman, though there was a slight smirk on his lips and a joking tone to his voice.

“So he’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t eat garlic?” Patton asked.

“Yes, that is correct.” Logan replied

“But what about when we go out? What will the sun do?”

“I don’t go outside anyway so why does it matter?” Virgil joked.

“Based on what I’ve gathered, while prolonged exposure to the sun can have some serious negative health effects, exposure for a short length of time can be painful, but is not necessarily harmful. However, I do recommend that when outside you apply sunscreen to reduce any effects on your health it may cause.” Logan explained.

“Alright, got it, thanks Logan. Now that that’s settled I’m going back to my room to get some homework done. Bye.” Virgil said, and disappeared up the stairs.

“Well, today’s been interesting.” Said Roman.

"Yeah," Patton responded. "Yeah, it sure has."

[keelymewett]

Zombie Movie: I Am Legend (2007)

“Here’s Karen at the health desk.”

Karen from the health desk. (Picture: A female news anchor, Karen from the health desk.)

Language warning (sorry kids, but this is an MA15+ movie). 

I shit you not, that’s one of the opening quotes of the movies. So, friends and enemies, welcome to the longest review I’ve done of a zombie movie yet. It’s 1:35am here in Australia and I’ve just finished rewatching I Am Legend, everything’s fresh in my mind and I’m hyped up on chocolate. 

This movie has incredible tension, a fresh take on the zombie apocalypse, and it’s based on the 1954 novel by Richard Matherson, which inspired the modern day vampire and zombie movies. Why you may ask? Because it popularised the concept of a worldwide apocalypse due to a disease... now I’m beginning to realise that watching zombie movies during a global pandemic maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Any who. 

YouTube rewind made me forget how bloody good of an actor Will Smith is, and boy does he deliver in this movie. Robert’s (that his character, btw, though I will probably end up just referring to the character as Will Smith) interactions with Sam the goodest girl in the world (she’s a dog) and the mannequins is incredible.

The goodest girl in the world. (Picture: A dog (I’m sorry - I don’t know dog breeds! I’m 99% sure she’s a German Shepard) being given a bath and head scratches by Will Smith.)

Now: three things to look forward to in this “review” (assuming you read the spoilery section below). One: how realistic is this apocalypse? Two: there’s a dog. Three: zombie vampires. Vampire zombies? 

Backgrounds details! (Picture: Will Smith opened the fridge. On the fridge door are photos of his wife and daughter, a calendar dated for December, a drawing with “Marley” written in kids handwriting, post-it notes, a pamphlet with the heading “Quarantine”, and a Time Magazine cover of Robert Neville (Will Smith). The title reads (heading) “Saviour?” (sub-heading) “Soldier, Scientist” (body of text) “In a Battle that Could Save Thousands of Lives, Lt. Col. Robert Neville Takes on the XV Virus.”

Also, there’s banging in my house at the moment and when I say I’m peaking. I’m going to need to listen to some music while I write this.

Read on for a fun time! Spoilers ahoy!

Realism (the really relevant part. Yikes)

Okay, so what’s this fresh take on the apocalypse? Basically, this doctor cures cancer and it all goes to shit from there. I’m not 100% on the logistical jump from “destroying cancer cells” to “humans (and animals) becoming bloodthirsty mutants that burn in the sun” - for instance, this is just my sci-fi high-school biology and physics brain working here, cancer is basically a rogue cell that mutates other cells and destroys them in the process, yeah? So if the doctor, like she said, uses these cancer cells to work for the body and in the process “cures” cancer, wouldn’t the humans just... infect each other and the virus would kill the host if it went south? Given, that did happen in like 90% of cases as Will Smith explains, but where does the sunlight allergy come in? Is cancer afraid of UV? Confused, but I digress. 

... Is that my queen, Missy, from Umbrella Academy? (Picture: A woman with blood leaking from her eyes, holding a child and shouting for help.)

The scene where they’re listening to the radio and the guy is like we’re “issuing a military quarantine of New York City” I’m like bitch you wish. Unrealistic. The USA currently (9/10/2020) has the highest cases of COVID-19 in the world (for future historians and poor school children, it’s at 7.68 MILLION cases, no statistic for recovered cases for some weird ass reason, and sadly, 212,000 deaths. For reference, here in Australia we’ve had as of today 27,206 cases, 24,807 recovered and 897 deaths. New Zealand, who went into hard lockdown, had as of today, 1,864 cases, 1,800 recovered, and 25 deaths, with a period where there were 0 new cases for several days.)

Though, with that in mind, everyone going outside and gathering in large crowds? Realistic. 

The actual movie part

Praises time! Will Smith has a stockpile of food. Also, him getting Sam (the dog) to eat her vegetables like she’s a little kid? Cutest thing ever. 

Stockpilesss. (Picture: Will Smith wearing an apron and preparing a meal in a kitchen chock full of food items, including things like Pringles and spaghetti sauce.)

Setting alarms on his watch for sunset? Brilliant, smart idea, fantastic. Re-enforced windows and door, AND booby-trapped house? Incredible, genius. Setting traps to catch the zomvamps? (like the dumb name I just came up with? Don’t worry, I’ll reveal the stupid arbitrary name they ACTUALLY came up with later) Talent, intelligence. 

Dude, why wouldn’t you restrain the head/chest? You know, the part that can bite you? (Picture: Will Smith in a lab coat standing over a female zombie-vampire who’s been secured to a metal bench by the wrists and ankles. Medical monitors are connected to her.)

Now, Will Smith is out here looking for a cure. And by looking, I mean actively creating. In a lab. He washes his hands before going in - *chef’s kiss* follow his example - and unlike other zombie movies where it’s super dramatic in the hunt for a cure, this is a lot more chill considering it’s a) been 3 years and b) is more like how science actually works. Trials, tests, animal test-subjects (there is a debate about the ethics of this which I won’t go into here) (I mean a debate in real life not in the zombie movie haha) and human test-subjects. 

“Did you kidnap my girlfriend, bro?” (Picture: bald, pale muscular dude-bro-looking zombie-vampire roaring in rage.)

The mother-fracking zombies

I have to say it: these are the most dumbass looking vampire-zombies. I say vampire-zombies (zomvamps) because they avoid sunlight but also eat people? 

Now, unlike most zombie movies, these are really bloody intelligent zomvamps. At one point, after setting a booby trap and catching a zomvamp after stumbling into a nest of them, Robert says “They’re not showing any human social behaviour.” Hahahaha. Okay bitch first of all dude bro screamed when you kidnapped his mate, secondly dude bro has pet dogs, thirdly dude bro fucking caught you in a trap. He took revenge on you there, love. He followed you home!

The zomvamps are apex predators, can climb, run, hunt in packs, communicate with each other, set booby traps, make coordinated attacks, follow you home, learn where you live and remember it, and holy fuck humans had no chance. 

Thank you for clarifying, because I actually found this quite funny. Like, look at him! (Picture: dude-bro zombie-vampire from earlier growling in front of a flaming car. The zombie-vampires are very CGI, pale, fish-person looking things with pale skin and completely bald of hair. This guy is wearing ripped clothes. The caption reads “Growls menacingly”.)

Random things I have in my notes but haven’t mentioned yet (yes I took notes) 

What’s with the apocalypse and mannequins? Looking at you, Five (Umbrella Academy). 

(Picture: Will Smith looking at a “female” mannequin, who is dressed in a coat and black bob wig. They’re in a movie store. Funnily enough, behind the mannequin is the “Adult” section of the films.)

I agree with the fuck-that-shit sentiment when you see a mannequin suddenly appear in a different part of the city - like how in the hell?? 

(Picture: Will Smith aiming a rifle at a mannequin in an orange jumper. Mannequin is usually located outside of the movie store, yet here it is randomly in the middle of the street at the end of a T-section. There are tall glass windows behind the mannequin, and the window to the right has a giant, gaping pitch black hole in it. It’s presumed that there is a nest of zombie-vampires in there.)

... so is this a booby trap for humans or for zomvamps? Because the former makes sense if that dude bro zomvamp analysed Will Smith’s trap from earlier and remade it (hence dropped the car off a bridge to string him up), and the latter doesn’t really make sense because a) you’ll only catch (and probably kill) one zomvamp and why would you want only one unless you’re Robert and two why tf aren’t you meeting up with Robert he’s been broadcasting and racing around town hunting deer (elk?) in a sports car. 

I’d like to know how hard it actually is to do like a weird sit-up and get yourself free of one of these kinds of traps. Am I dumb for thinking it’s not that hard? (Picture: Will Smith is suspended in the air by a rope tied around his ankle, the result of a booby-trap. He’s struggling to free himself.)

Come on, you’re literally a doctor and a soldier. Don’t tell me you’re actually considering pulling that out? (Picture: Will Smith has been impaled in the leg by something. It looks like he’s about to attempt to pull it out. He’s in the middle of the street as the sun sets, and Sam is right next to him.)

Sam is a queen. Here are some photos of her.

(Picture: Robert Neville’s wife carrying a baby Sam - Sam is a puppy, by the way, and very adorable. Neville’s young daughter is walking out of the gate to their house behind her mother.)

(Picture: Will Smith in a flashback saying goodbye to his wife and daughter and crying. Sam is licking away his tears.)

Sometimes I hate foreshadowing. (Picture: Will Smith searching a house. He opens a cupboard and there’s a newspaper article with a picture of a zombie-vampire dog. The article reads “Infected dogs can come out at dusk. Stay in the light.” There’s a number to call for questions.)

Worst birthday ever. Now I’m sad and there’s still half the movie left. 

(Picture: Will Smith sitting on the floor of his lab, hugging Sam, who’s just been bitten by infected dogs.) 

Get Shrek’d.

(Picture: The ‘Shrek’ movie playing on the TV in Neville’s house.)

Ma’am, do you not know how to ration? That is such a waste of food. (Picture: the woman and kid who rescued Will Smith have cooked breakfast. She’s cooked way too many scrambled eggs for two adults and a kid, and all the of the bacon for literally no reason.)

Oh yeah, wanna know what they call the zombies in this movie? 

Dark Seekers. They dropped that one on us well into the final half of the movie. Dark Seekers? Really? I won’t get into how dumb that sounds when you had two options to choose from - vampires and zombies. Hell, go with my suggestion of zomvamps, even vampzoms. Dark Seekers? Sorry, I get hung up on dumb zombie-alternative names. Sure, I get the atmosphere might be ruined by calling them vampires or zombies, but not even lying I didn’t realise she said “Dark Seekers” until I turned the CC on to grab a quote. I thought she said “Dog Keepers” hahahaha. “The dog keepers got them.” My defence is that the dude bro did keep dogs. 

Finally, wrapping this up at 2:15 before I add in pictures, you’re telling me approximately 100 zomvamps made a coordinated attack on Will Smith’s house to eat... 3 people? That’s like me and a hundred mates descending on the pentagon for a fucking snickers bar. We’d get like an atom each. 

Oh, what’s that? They’re here to rescue one person? Really? Really? How in the fuck are they even zombies if their primary purpose isn’t to eat humans. I’m disappointed. But points for a fresh take, at least. 

Now one of the things I remember about this movie is that is has an alternate ending. The actual ending (huge spoilers but then again, you’re in the spoiler section) has Will Smith sacrifice himself (read: blow himself and the zomvamps up with a grenade) to defend the cure and save his new friends. The alternate ending, which was scrapped due to negative audience reaction, has Will Smith communicate with the zomvamps who like actually calm down and listen to him. He gives the dude bro back his friend, and... no one dies. 

I’m sorry, how is an ending where, sure, a cure isn’t found YET, but, the “villains” of the movie are humanised and a new side of them is seen that shows, hey, maybe there’s another way through this apocalypse, better than an ending where Will Smith dies? Make it make sense test audience. Because, remember, there’s still a whole bunch of immune people living out here, and three of them are currently in the same room. Robert’s only been working on the cure for 3 years. How many years do you reckon it takes to cure cancer? Hint: it’s ongoing in real life. Just because the cure isn’t found in the movie doesn’t mean it won’t be found. Ughhhh. I digress again. 

I have more random photos but I am very tired. If anyone’s interested in hearing me roast butterflies, the world not actually ending in 2012, and a missed pun about Until Dawn (even though it was made like ten years after this), and a quick analysis on Robert Neville and God, let me know :) 

Have a great day everyone, wash your hands, social distance if possible, and quarantine. Just because the COVID-19 virus isn’t turning us into zombies doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting us. 

Worldwide statistics, 9/10/2020: 36.2M total cases, 25.3M recovered, 1.06M deaths. 

(Picture: Will Smith saying “I like ‘Shrek’ after just quoting an entire scene of it to win a kid’s trust.)

[my-proof-is-you]

Healing You - Ch. 1

Summary: You were pretty close to dying, you were sure. It was going to be over, and what would you have to show for it?

A great career as a nurse, sure. But you lacked passion and romance in your life.

Luckily, a handsome man with piercing green eyes saves you. While you were sure you’d never see him again, life had other plans for you.

Chapter 1

You rolled your eyes and blinked harshly in pain when you felt the needle hit muscle instead of your vein.

This moron—whatever he was—could not find a vein for the life of him. Being that you were a nurse, you were tempted to snatch it away from him and do it yourself. Even if that would be aiding in your own death.

You took a deep breath as he prepared to insert the needle again, the dank smell of the basement filling your nostrils. You were certain that with each breath there were mold spores finding their way into your lungs.

You shifted your eyes away from your bruised arm and the imbecile that caused it and focused on the girl in the chair a few feet away. She was hanging on by a thread, the blood loss too great to keep her conscious. You knew that at any moment she could stop breathing.

“Oh, my God, you would think you’d be an expert at this by now!” you yelled angrily at the thing. It bore its fangs at you before slapping your face with the back of his hand.

You knew it was stupid to say anything, but you just couldn’t handle the incompetence. You had been named head nurse at the hospital where you worked at a fairly young age. You were good at your job, and the hospital recognized that. Every nursing student you had taught since then could find a patient’s vein on the first try. They practiced on countless oranges and each other until you knew they were experts at drawing blood and inserting IVs.

So watching this douche who was going to kill you anyway was almost too much to bear.

He finally got it and you watched as your warm blood filled the tube that was connected to a blood bag. He walked up the creaky wooden stairs before pushing open the cellar door. A short burst of light came in and you knew it was still daytime. Which day, though, was something you weren’t sure of.

You were pretty sure they were vampires. You gave yourself about thirty seconds to freak out about their existence when they first captured you before making yourself accept it and move on.

These vampires were not what you expected, though. It seemed that they captured people, slowly collected their blood, and disposed of them when they died. It was unlike any story of vampires you had heard before. These vampires didn’t bite into your neck to suck your blood, or turn into bats, or even seem all that affected by sunlight.

You started to feel woozy from the loss of blood and you knew it would only be a day or two more before you were looking like the girl next to you. She had been conscious a few times here or there and you had been able to find out that she had been captured only a few days before you.

They had been giving you water, presumably to keep you alive longer and keep you producing blood for the time being. You knew, though, that it would be too hard for them to keep up with after a while, and they would let you die.

You hadn’t thought about death for a long time. As a nurse, you saw death a lot. But your own death was something you thought wouldn’t come until you were old.

Before you knew that you wanted to be a nurse—when you were still pretty young—you couldn’t picture yourself doing any job when you grew up. Most kids said they wanted to be a fireman or a dentist. But not you. You were oddly morbid as a child, and your little mind thought that maybe not knowing what you wanted to do meant that you wouldn’t get the chance to grow up—that maybe you were going to die at a young by age.

Maybe I was right, you think to yourself. This would definitely still be considered dying young. Of course, you found your calling when you graduated high school, and after you went to nursing school and got your RN you never looked back. At the age of 27, you were pretty pleased with your life.

The one thing that bummed you out, though—besides the no longer living part—was that you didn’t feel that you ever met your one true love.

You had boyfriends in the past, but none of them were long term and most turned out to be jerks. You never knew true passion, and that was definitely something you regretted while facing death.

Little black spots began to appear in your vision, and you knew unconsciousness was coming soon. You didn’t fight it. You just let it take you away from your worries and regrets and into the silence.

Dean

“Dude, ten missing people in two weeks. That sounds pretty monster-y to me.”

Dean shoved the newspaper in his little brother’s face, aching to get out of the bunker and on a hunt.

“Yeah, that’s weird, but what if it’s just a serial killer?” Sam asked.

“Either way!” Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “We’ve dealt with monsters and bat-shit humans before. I’m just sayin, we gotta get out of here or I’m gonna lose it,” he continued, wiping a hand down his face. 

It had been two weeks since the brothers’ last hunt, and Dean had grown tired of the dark walls of the underground bunker they lived in. He wanted—no, needed—to get out and drive his baby, his beloved Impala.

Sam ran his hands through his chestnut hair with a sigh. “Okay. But if it’s another bunch of crazies like the Benders, we’re out of there.”

Sam had been kidnapped by a crazy cannibal family in the past, and Dean understood his caution toward that happening again. He also somehow knew in his gut that this wasn’t the work of humans, though.

Dean practically jumped with happiness when Sam said they could go, and he grabbed his keys and his go-bag before rushing to the garage door like an excited puppy. He didn’t even care if that was how he came off. He just needed to be in his car with his windows down and music blaring.

A few hours later they were pulling up to an old house off a dirt road after talking to several locals. They had figured out that there were some newcomers in the small town, and they hadn’t gone unnoticed. When they had been questioned about the kidnappings from the local police, they came up clean. Sam and Dean knew better, though. Many monsters knew how to blend in and what to say to throw off suspicion.

They knocked cracked wooden front door to the house and waited for someone to answer. When no one did, they decided to snoop around the side of the house and see if they could see through any windows.

All the windows were covered except for one spot where a blanket had been moved, causing a small corner view into the house. Dean wiped the dust from the window with his sleeve and looked inside.

It was dark inside the house. The window showed into the living room, where five men were sleeping in different spots. Some were on a big, ratty couch and some were on the floor. Dean was thankful that they hadn’t heard when he and Sam knocked on the door.Just from the fact that they were all sleeping during the day he was nearly positive that they were vampires. Getting any living hostages out would be a lot easier with them asleep since they could get in and kill them while they slept.

Sam and Dean got in and took off all the vamps’ heads quickly and with little effort. They searched the house, but didn’t find any hostages. In fact, they didn’t even find any bodies or traces of blood.

“Dean!” Sam called from the kitchen.

Dean walked in with his machete ready just in case. Sam was standing in front of the refrigerator, the door open wide. Inside, where there should have been food, were piles and piles of blood bags.

“What kind of weirdo vamps were these?” Dean asked, picking up one of the bags.

“I don’t know, but we know these didn’t come from a hospital. They must have been taking blood from the victims and storing it.”

“Which means some of them might still be alive,” Dean concluded.

“But we checked everywhere, Dean. Where else could they be?” Sam asked.

Dean thought back over every inch of the house. He even thought about the outside, which was when he remembered seeing a cellar door.

“The cellar,” he said quietly. Both brothers immediately ran outside. When they reached the cellar door it was padlocked, but a quick trip to the Impala later they had the lock cut open.

They crept down the stairs in case any more vamps were there. 

Sam and Dean split up when they reached the bottom, each one untying a victim from their chair.

Dean knelt down when he had you untied. He lightly tapped your face, trying to see if he could get you to come to.

After a few moments, your y/e/c eyes fluttered open and landed on Dean.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not a vampire,” Dean explained quickly. You looked skeptical but nodded as you noticed that you were untied.

“You have to get me over there,” you said in a raspy voice. Dean’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion. He followed your gaze over to the other victim, a young blonde that Sam was still trying to wake.

You started to get up and Dean watched as you wobbled. He quickly stood up as well and wrapped an arm around your waist to help support you. When you reached the girl you immediately put your fingers to her neck.

“Her pulse is thready. She won’t make it much longer. We have to get her to a hospital,” you said. Sam and Dean just stared at you, surprised. You looked back and forth between the men, your hand going to your hip. “Now!” you yelled. The brothers swept into action, Sam picking the girl up and carrying her up the stairs, while Dean continued to help you walk.

“Those things dead?” You asked quietly after you were up the stairs and Dean walked you to the car.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Thank you—“ you gestured questioningly.

“Dean,” he filled in for you.

“Dean,” you finished, nodding. Your face was serious, but Dean noticed that it lacked any fear. “I’m Y/N.”

[oh-beyond]

Tinted Lips AU - Part 1

He thought he was done with humans. Last time he had direct contact with one was when he showed his parents what he had become five centuries ago. Ever since he’s became a blood sucker he promised to himself not to get close to any human.

Until you got injured in his territory, until his nostrils filled with your unusual scent… he had no other choice…

Vampire AU/Fluff/Smut 🔞

Warnings: mentions of blood and death. Visual violence.

Chen x  Reader (mentions of SHINee’s Key & Super Junior’s Donghae)

Thanks to @heebiejbies for this amazing edit of Chen’s Tinted Lips, wow. I love you for doing this for me!

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Part 2 >

1592 - Joseon Peninsula

Kim Jongdae, he was due to enlist in the army. His father was proud that his son will be defending his country against the Nippon invasion that hit the peninsula of Joseon. His mother however wasn’t that happy, especially as she had already lost Jongdae’s older brother in battle.

“So what? He died like a man!”

“He is all we have left, I don’t want to lose both my children”

“Shut up woman! What do you want people to say? That I raised a coward?” asked his father “and you!” he moved his head to address Jongdae “move your ass, we are late. Be thankful that I am taking you myself”

Jongdae fell on his knees and encircled his arms around his mother’s waist. He was trying not to cry but tears fell nevertheless. His mother stroke his hair gently running her fingers through it.

“I love you my little angel, you come back to me like the hero you are” she said pulling him up “I know you will. You hear me Dae-yah?” she added embracing him tightly.

And there he was sent almost in the front line, he was basically a human shield like the rest of hundreds of soldiers next to him. He knew he was going to die sooner rather than later. They were in a potential line of fire in an area likely to be attacked by the enemies coming from the north.

Just when he was thinking all this through the arrows started to fall down on them like hailstones, watching from under the metal shield his compatriots falling like insects. He ran, he escaped, and he was lucky that he only received 2 arrows in places that were not life threatening. One on his thigh and the other on his shoulder.

He leaned on a rock after running for hours, he ran and never looked back. He felt like filth leaving all the other men. Real men unlike him coward... But nothing mattered right now. Nothing because as he leaned his head to catch his breath he realised that he was bleeding and he will never even make it out of the woods alive. When the sun sets most probably the wolves will fest on him.

He cried. He tried pulling the arrow out of his leg in vain. It hurt too much and he was still that.

A coward.

He cried and cried, and cried some more until he heard some dried leaves being stepped on. The imminent was nearing, his fate of getting devoured as the sun was setting.

“Who’s there?”

The sound of the leaves stopping. He tried pulling himself up but his body was too weak. He questioned life choices,  wasn’t it better to die in battle instead of like this? Bringing dishonour to his family, dying slowly as wolves raven on his flesh.

He decided that moment to get his dagger and end this agony. He grew a spine and pointed the dagger at his throat, thinking how long and how painful will this be.

He cried again. He bit his lips and thought of what do, because he couldn’t even kill himself. He was afraid of pain.

“Good evening” 

Jongdae shot his eyes open at the unexpected calm voice. There was a dashing man standing right in front of him. His skin white like snow and his eyes menacing, nonetheless he was very good looking. He smiled at him before looking at the pool of blood under Jongdae.

“It’s not polite not to answer to greetings young man. Haven’t your parents taught you that?”

Jongdae couldn’t believe how calm the man was, and his sarcastic tone was uncalled for that moment.

“So you are a traitor and an unmannered little boy”

“I- I am sorry”

“I will forgive you just this time. I take it you are in a lot of pain, am I right?”

“Yes. I am, I can’t move and...” he pointed at his leg.

“I will take care of that, in fact no need to move. This might just hurt a little” the man coed before roughly pulling Jongdae from the scruff of his neck off the ground.

Jongdae screamed without even realising that his feet didn’t reach the floor, this man was incredibly strong.

“Put me down!” he cried “my leg! I can’t take the pain!”

“I will put you out of your misery” the man said positioning his mouth on the crock of Jongdae’s neck.

He didn’t understand what was happening other than a feeling of incredible pain. It hurt more than his leg and his shoulder. It felt as if his life was slowly slipping away from him. The pain suddenly was vanishing into a numbing feeling. Nothing hurt anymore. Nothing, but it was cold when he felt he collided back on the ground. It was cold and quiet and sorrowful.

His mother came to his mind. His older brother and how he used to carry him on his shoulders when they were young.

‘It’s alright Jongdae-yah, we will be together soon. Just close your eyes and relax’

His brother spoke to him, and he could of sworn he felt his caresses on his cheeks.

Death wasn’t that bad after all.

Death was all he wanted right now.

The image of his brother was fading slowly...

“Wait hyung! Hyung! Wait for me don’t go” he pleaded.

“Hyung? That was fast, I mean I don’t mind you calling me hyung. I am your hyung after all. Just for your information I am Key hyung”

Jongdae opened his eyes in panic. That wasn’t the voice he wanted to hear, that wasn’t his brother. That was the man that bit him in the woods.

He looked around and found himself on a big bed inside a room decorated to the highest standards, not matching the poverty the country was going through. The ceilings were high and it was dark and probably cold and humid, but Jongdae felt nothing, not even pain. His last memory was definitely a lot more painful than what he was feeling right now.

He looked around trying to find the man. He heard him but he wasn’t anywhere near, or at least that is what he thought.

“Where am I? What is this place? Am I in hell?”

“Hell?” scoffed Key “why hell and not heaven? I think you are smart and you know that we are damned from ever entering heaven? is that is pretty boy?”

“What? Show yourself!”

“Yes my dear” Key appeared in front of him and his speed caught Jongdae off guard “we will never see that place”

Jongdae got up from the bed running to the window opening the curtain, regretting his action when the sunlight made contact with his skin, it burned, it stung more that the arrows. He closed the curtain and turned to face this man that called himself Key.

“Who are you? What is this place? Where-” Jongdae touched his shoulder and his thigh feeling nothing of the pain he felt previously.

“You are welcome”

“What did you do to me? Why is the sun burning my skin?” 

The realisation was painful, he didn’t want to believe it.

“Be thankful I chose you. You will fit well. A coward and a traitor” Key smirked “almost as shameful as me when I was a human. It’s just perfect”

Jongdae punched his face and Key flew across the room landing over the wall creating a hole. Dust flying all over. Key laughing frantically.

It drove Jongdae insane.

He couldn’t handle it.

“I was this close to be with my brother. Why didn’t you let me die?”

“Oh honey but you are dead. But damned, and moving. Little differences” stated Key dusting himself “but in the end it’s all the same”

“Why?”

“Because you will come in handy. I need you”

Key left Jongdae to assimilate the cruelty of the new circumstances. He remembered when he was made and he understood. He gave him the day to let everything sink in. 

When the sun set Jongdae started to feel this itch all over his body. Thirst that was uncontrollable, his throat hurt. He pulled his hair out of desperation. He shouted and screamed muffing the sound with the pillow. But Key knew, he knew very well.

“What’s wrong little boy?” said Key as he opened the door to Jongdae’s new room.

“Kim Jongdae! That is my name”

“Cute, you want to keep that human name?”

“That will always be my name!”

“Let’s discuss names later, shall we pretty boy?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE! CAN’T YOU EVEN LEAVE ME ALONE!?”

“I think you are hungry. Listen I will do this for you today because you are new, I don’t like animal blood but I have no other choice sometimes” Key finally placed the big recipient he held on the desk adjacent to where Jongdae sat opening the lid.

And that is when Jongdae felt it for the first time. The desire for blood. His nostrils filled with the stench of the crimson liquid, it was disgusting but nothing more appealing right now. In a second he was holding the recipient to his mouth drinking frantically, soothing the itch. He felt alive and his body healed and strong.

“More! I want more!”

“That you will have to do it yourself, I hate going hunting and this is your duty from now on. Feed me and yourself. That is why you are here pretty boy”

Jongdae didn’t want this, he saw his hands full of blood and he felt like an animal. No even worst. He felt like a demon because he didn’t die with dignity. This was his punishment.

He pushed Key away and run out of the room trying to find the exit door.

“You don’t need to run, just jump out of any window, you are powerful now unlike humans. Go! I’m not stopping you. You will see for yourself that now I’m all you’ve got”

Jongdae found himself not wanting to use his supernatural powers, he wanted to be able to run at the same speed like he did before. He wanted to feel human.

He wanted to be Kim Jongdae. The one that promised his mother to come back from battle safely.

She was in her usual spot near the fire place.

“Eomeoni!”

She lifted her sorrowful gaze to meet her son’s new eyes. As soon as she was about to get up to embrace him she stopped.

His eyes were bright red, almost as bright as the fire next to her.

“Son?”

“It’s me!” 

He came closer but when he touched her she flinched at the cold sensation of his fingertips.

“Eomma!”

“Go! Go before your father comes”

“Why?”

“He will kill you”

“I missed you!”

“GO! I didn’t miss you. No! You are not Jongdae. You are one of the blood suckers”

“Eom-”

“Go or I will stab you myself”

Jongdae faced a kiss on her forehead and disappeared in the darkness of the night finding himself there again...

“You are back?” coed Key leaning on the door with a smirk “I told you”

“I hate you!”

“At least you get to see her. If you were not a vampire you wouldn’t be able to”

“Do I deserve this? Was I that bad in my life?”

“Don’t confuse. I wasn’t that bad. But I was chosen because I wasn’t that good”

“I want to die!”

“Come follow me. I will show you something”

Jongdae had no other choice but to follow him.

For now...

Key walked around the manor giving him access to all rooms except his. He took him to his library where real vampire history books were available, nothing like what humans told about them.

It was a lot worse.

When he was left alone Jongade wanted to cry, but tears didn’t come. Just like when he met his mother. However he learned that crying wasn’t something completely alien to vampires as he devoured the books.

Tears and other emotions came in certain circumstances.

He took a book and went to find Key who had clearly some company. It was a girl that he had gagged and tied and she was on her knees. Also she was mortified.

“What-”

“She’s... mmm my entertainment for the night” he smirked “and... my dinner. Sorry not for sharing little boy”

“I would ne-”

“Yes sure you would never. Listen I am kind of busy. There is the deer I caught for you in the kitchen, it’s hanged and I think by now all the blood drained. Enjoy and you are welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me” Key added closing the door.

Jongdae felt nauseated. Not that he really could but he wanted to believe that he wasn’t OK with what was happening...

...And the sounds and cries that followed. This girl wasn’t happy. Well of course she wasn’t. Who would ever willingly... with a vampire? But the book he held between his hands said otherwise. 

One particular being would be the one that can make a vampire cry, feel warm and even mortal...

“Noooo please don’t. I’ll do anything you want!” the girl cried “please!”

Silence...

Key killed her.

And Jongdae didn’t do anything about it.

He was just as bad.

He was just a blood sucker.

Days passed and Jongdae grew really disgusted. He never tried human blood until one day Key brought a couple. It was strange. Key disappeared with the man and Jongdae was left with this attractive woman alone.

“When are you going to suck me dry?” she asked. Her face showing no emotions.

“You know that you are here for this?”

“Yes”

“Aren’t you scared?”

“We are to be sacrificed. This was the deal the town had with your master”

“He isn’t my master... and what happens if...”

“He will kill us all”

“Who is the man that came with you?”

“That is my brother, and Key chose him. I guess if you aren’t going to feed on me, then he will when he’s done with him”

Jongdae couldn’t believe his ears. Key had mortified a whole city for his own pleasure and gluttony.

He thought of something and he wasn’t letting it pass...

****

2017 - Daegu

“I will get those pictures! Just try me... you have no clue how patient I can be”

“Yes ___, but it’s kind of dangerous. I mean all alone? There are snakes and even wolves there”

“Wow! Yes and white sharks swimming in the lake too” you said sarcastically “I just need a few pictures of the damn bird, we sell them to the magazine and done”

“The budget is not that great ___, you know the bosses don’t think it’s worth it”

“Don’t think it’s worth it? Or don’t think I can?”

“Whatever it is, that is no place for a young woman an-”

“Ah no no, we are not having this stupid conversation. Goodbye, I’m taking the train to Seoul tomorrow”

The problem was that a certain vampire had his nostrils filled with your scent...

_______________________

A/N: This was just a short intro to the actual story...I hope you show it love.

Thanks for reading ^_~ feed back always welcomed.

[peopleandrhythm]

S2E6: Struggle Under the Weight

It would appear that Tumblr is deleting things from my queue. After last week’s posting debacle, I double-checked that the rest of my queued episodes were in order, and they were. That being said, obviously this episode did not post last night as it was supposed to. I’m not quite sure what the hell is going on, but I’ll have to keep a better eye on it in the future. I apologize for once again having a late chapter, and I hope you enjoy it.

Hope eats slowly, chewing each spoonful of cereal as if it were made of toffee. She stares, unblinking, at nothing; after a full night of no sleep, she’s little more than a zombie at this point. She can vaguely hear the goings-on of the other residents of the household, but none of them register. She’s in her own world of exhaustion.

Then the door to the kitchen bangs open, and a voice growls, “Is this your idea of justice?”

She turns her head slowly, face impassive. “This is my idea of breakfast.”

Marcel storms over and slams his fist onto the table. “Three of my nightwalkers were found this morning, all staked.”

Hope blinks once, twice, and then lets her spoon clank into her bowl. “Shit.”

“This is the witches getting payback for what Ricky and the others did last night.”

“You don’t know that,” Hope insists, but her voice belies the fact that she thinks the same.

Marcel’s eyes flash dangerously, but before he can say anything, Hayley appears behind him. “What’s going on?”

“Three more vampires are dead, and because I respect this city’s leader, I am here asking her to do something about it.”

Hope slowly pushes herself to her feet. “I don’t think it’s unreasonable to give me more than fifteen seconds to respond to something, Marcel.”

“They are dead!” Marcel barks. “My guys are being slaughtered and no one has answered for it yet!”

“We don’t know who did it!” Hope shouts back. “Give me a name, give me proof, give me anything and I will send them to the Penitentiary! But as of right now, all you have is four dead vampires and nothing to go off of.”

Marcel takes a threatening step forward, and in an instant, Hayley has him pinned to the wall by the throat. “Don’t,” she growls.

Marcel huffs out a breath, and then shoves Hayley off of him. He points at Hope. “This is on you.” Then he storms out, pushing back Elijah just as he appears in the doorway.

Hope watches Marcel leave, and then sits back into her chair. Her mother comes over and stands beside her, massaging her shoulder comfortingly. “This is not your fault.”

“It is if the witches feel like they have the…freedom to kill vampires because I won’t do anything to stop them.”

Hayley opens her mouth to say something, but the words don’t come. Instead, she looks to Elijah, who merely sighs.

And from the balcony above, well out of view, Klaus listens, the barest hint of a devilish smirk on his face.

River stumbles into the tiny bayou village, a backpack full of clothes and food over one shoulder, and is surprised to find a large circle of people stretching from the shack porch all the way to the hammocks slung between trees. In the center stands Rose, hip cocked and arms crossed.

River puts her plans to turn on hold and lets her backpack thump to the earth. As quietly as possible, she leans against a tree, mostly shielding herself from view, and listens.

“I’m not asking you to pick sides in a conflict that hasn’t even happened yet,” Rose addresses the group. “I’m just telling you what this pack will do if something goes down in the Quarter.”

“Why should we help either of them?” someone argues. “Let the vampires and the witches take each other out. More room for us.”

“That’s not what we agreed to when we agreed to a peace!”

“When you agreed to a peace,” someone else shoots back. “Peace sounds great until there’s an actual war in the Quarter. Why should we get involved?”

“Rose is right!” yet another person interjects. “We’ve been bellyachin’ for years that we don’t get no respect in the Quarter. Well, they’ll sure as hell respect us if we’re fightin’ ‘em.”

Rose takes a deep breath. “I won’t force any of you to fight in a battle that you don’t sign up for. You are my pack, and my concern is for your safety. But that doesn’t change the fact that the only reason we can be in the Quarter at all is because Vincent and Marcel were willing to sit down with me and work out a new way of life in New Orleans for all of us. So my decision is final.” She straightens her back. “If war breaks out between the witches and the vampires, the Crescent wolves will side with the witches.” River sucks in a shocked breath. “A better peace exists between us and them, and the vampires, despite Marcel’s best efforts, are still a threat to us all.”

The resulting murmurs from the circle are mixed, but mostly positive. Slowly, River bends down to retrieve her bag and back away in the woods, deciding to turn another day.

Marcel sits alone at the bar in Rousseau’s, two fingers into his second glass of bourbon. There’s nothing else going on in the bar; it’s still early enough in the day, and empty bars are the best places for melancholic contemplation, so he’s not complaining.

Then a body takes the seat next to his, and it’s only out of sheer exhaustion that he doesn’t roll his eyes. “I’m not interested in getting into it with you today.”

“Ah.” Klaus waves him off dismissively. “I hear you got into a bit of a row with Hope this morning. Thought I’d come offer my condolences. I’ve been on the receiving end of her ire more than once since our reunion. She really is just like her mother.” He flicks a finger up to catch the attention of the bartender, who nods in recognition and begins pouring a drink.

“Yeah, well unlike you, I’m not too concerned if Hope likes me or not. I’m more focused on whether she can lead this city like we thought she could.”

“Yes, well…” Klaus accepts the scotch handed to him by the bartender, who disappears into the back, and takes a pull. “Not to sound patronizing, but I did wonder if selecting an eighteen-year-old girl to play queen to a city of dangerous magical beings wasn’t a tad inadvisable—but then, my daughter seems to care little for my advice.”

Marcel hums. “Perhaps she’s met you.”

Klaus lets that one slide. “I also came to offer my condolences for the loss of your nightwalkers. I have always admired your dedication to your…motley crew, and I know you do not take their deaths lightly.”

Marcel stares hard into his glass, and doesn’t respond for a long moment. Then he starts, “You know I’ve been thinking about their deaths. I’ve been thinking about the idea that the witches are responsible. It doesn’t add up, you know? Not that I don’t think the witches are capable of murdering four of my nightwalkers. But after everything went down with Theo at the beginning of the summer, I believed that Vincent and the covens really were interested in a peace.”

“Who can predict the fickle minds of witches?” Klaus offers with a shrug.

As if he didn’t hear anything, Marcel continues, “But you know who has never been interested in peace in New Orleans?” He turns his head slowly. “You.” Klaus doesn’t move. “You see, long as I can remember, you’ve been tryin’ to stir things up in this city so that you can find a way to come out on top. And just when things were starting to look good in New Orleans, someone starts killing us.” Marcel’s eyebrows quirk. “So I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t you killin’ my guys.”

Klaus nods almost absent-mindedly, letting the allegation stew. After long silence, he points at Marcel, drink still in hand, and growls, “How dare you accuse me of causing chaos in my city, in the city that looks to my daughter for guidance? Do you truly believe me to be so wicked, so thirsty for power that I would risk safety of my child for some grand machination that puts her at the center of a war?”

Marcel’s face betrays a slight sense of abashment, but he presses on, “And how long into this war will it take before your daughter turns to you for help, huh? How long before you find yourself calling the shots again, before the entire Quarter has to bow down to the mighty Klaus Mikaelson?”

“So that’s my plan,” Klaus says, voice still and cold. “I tear New Orleans apart until even my daughter’s considerable magical prowess cannot hold it together, and then I strip the power from her like some cartoon villain.”

“You’ve never cared about sacrificing your family for your own gains in the past. Why start with Hope?”

Klaus goes silent, not a muscle moving in his body. Then, slowly, the barest hint of a smirk curls at the corners of his mouth. “Well. I shall play the part given me.” In a flash, he is standing by the door, and Marcel is prone on the floor, neck snapped brutally. Klaus shoots one final glare at the body before shoving open the doors and storming into the bright sunlight of New Orleans.

Freya picks her way through the farmer’s market, a burlap sack slung over one shoulder. She mostly sticks to the witch vendors; she’s been low on supplies, and with tensions running so high in the Quarter, she believes it best to be as prepared as possible.

She is sidetracked, however, by a table of apples off to one side. There are all sorts of varieties, stacked to precarious heights around the vendor stall. She picks a golden delicious from the top of a pile and inspects it. A voice behind her says quietly, “Hey.”

She turns, and her eyes blow wide when she sees Amaya, stiff and impassive a few feet away. She swallows thickly. “Hello.”

Amaya blinks a few times before saying, “You know, I don’t know how things work in New Orleans, but where I come from, we’re taught to be honest with people.”

Freya’s face falls. “Amaya…”

“If you were just in it for the sex, you could have said so. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

Freya suddenly feels very, very small. “That’s not…I wasn’t just in it for the sex.”

“Really? Because two days of unanswered calls don’t exactly communicate long-term interest.” Her eyes are narrowed in anger, but Freya recognizes hurt when she sees it.

“There’s nothing I can say to you to make this situation better,” Freya says. “I can only apologize for hurting you.”

Amaya crosses her arms tightly. “Yeah, well you can shove your apology. I don’t want it. I don’t even believe it.”

“Amaya, I—”

“Did you feel anything for me?”

Freya looks at her, at the crestfallen expression on her face, at the sheen in her eyes. She should lie, should make this a clean break for them both. There’s no point in telling the truth, because nothing could possibly come of it.

She places the apple back in its place and then whispers, “I felt everything for you. That’s the problem.” And then she disappears, slipping seamlessly into the flow of foot traffic between the stalls, leaving Amaya, shellshocked and alone.

Klaus lounges in the library, thumbing an open book lazily. Elijah sits at the desk, pouring over a tome of his own. The compound is largely silent, until a voice booms, “KLAUS!”

Not even looking up from his book, Elijah drones, “Brother, I do believe you have a visitor.”

Suddenly, Klaus is flying into the wall of books, and Marcel is standing in the middle of the library, seething. Klaus pops to his feet and stomps toward Marcel. “Now listen here—”

Elijah appears, a hand on his brother’s chest to hold him back. “I seem to recall a concerted effort to keep violence out of your daughter’s home,” he murmurs.

Klaus glares at him, but then jabs a finger at Marcel. “You come into my home—”

“You snapped my neck!” Marcel shouts. “And don’t think I’ve moved past my theory.”

“What theory is that?” Elijah asks sharply.

Gesticulating violently, Marcel explains, “I’m not convinced that he’s not the one killing all my guys for his own gain!”

Elijah narrows his eyes. “And what possible gain could that be?”

“He believes that I would risk the safety of my own daughter so that I may reestablish myself as the king of New Orleans,” Klaus says. Elijah remains suspiciously silent, and Klaus’s eyes go wide. “Surely you don’t agree with him, Elijah.”

Before Elijah can answer, the trio hears, “Is it true?” They all turn to see Hope in the doorway, face aghast. “Dad, did you kill those nightwalkers?”

“Absolutely not,” Klaus answers unequivocally. “Hope, trust me—”

“Why should she?” Marcel argues. “Why should any of us?”

Klaus growls, “I’m not the one who laid this city’s problems on the back of an eighteen-year-old—”

“Enough!” Hope shouts, silencing the men. “Enough.” She takes a deep breath. “I don’t…I don’t particularly believe either of you, and right now, I don’t need this shit.” She takes off toward her room.

Elijah looks between both of the men he’s keeping apart. “Neither of you is helping her. Pull yourselves together.” Then he, too, disappears into the hall, leaving Klaus and Marcel to their devices.

River’s a blur through the courtyard, dashing past the fountain and up the stairs until she crashes through the door to her bedroom. “Hope, where are you?” she pants, eyes wild.

Cross-legged on the bed, Hope looks up, startled. “Right here. What’s wrong?” She exchanges a worried glance with her mother, who is also sitting on the bed.

River takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself. “The wolves. They’re preparing for a war.”

Both mother and daughter swear under their breaths. “Who told you this? Rose?” Hayley asks.

“I got to the bayou right in the middle of a pack meeting. Rose let everyone know that if push comes to shove, the wolves will come to the aid of the witches.”

Hope pushes herself off of the bed and starts to pace. “Jesus Christ. If the vampires find out about this, it’s only going to escalate things further.”

Hayley turns back to River. “Did Rose say why?”

River shrugs. “Isn’t it obvious? The vampires are still a threat to the wolves. Marcel talks a nice game, but a lot of them still don’t feel comfortable in the Quarter, and it’s not because of the witches.”

Hayley makes a face. “She’s not wrong.”

Hope reaches onto the bed and snatches up her phone. She immediately begins tapping away. “Who are you talking to?” Hayley asks.

“Josh and Leanne,” she answers. “I need to have a word.”

Elijah finds her in the kitchen, perched on the edge of the countertop, mindlessly stirring the coffee that’s rapidly cooling in her hands. He approaches slowly, leaning against the cabinets beside her. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Hayley looks up at him and smiles. “Hey.”

“You seem contemplative.”

She breathes out a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Elijah clocks that she hasn’t actually had any of her coffee. “Is something wrong?”

Hayley doesn’t answer right away. “I just feel like I missed something.” Instead of asking for elaboration, Elijah merely cocks his head to the side and waits. “It’s there, like a word on the tip of my tongue. There was something about…about Joel…” Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees the slightest reaction on Elijah’s face, and she shakes her head. “Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t…bring him up.”

“No, please.” Elijah lays a hand atop her leg. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep anything from me.”

“It’s not…I’m not thinking about him, it’s more like…” She finally abandons her coffee, untouched and cold. “When we saw him at the market, I felt like I missed something. Something important. Something that connects the pieces of this mess. But I don’t know what.”

“I’m not quite sure I know what that means.”

“I’m not sure I do either.” Hayley picks up his hand, studies his fingers. “I am happy, you know. Here. With you, and Hope. I don’t have any regrets.”

Elijah smiles softly. “Nor do I,” he murmurs, and then leans in to kiss her cheek.

Josh and Leanne arrive at the compound, confused and unsure. Waiting for them in the courtyard is Hope, alone by the fountain. “Come in,” she says, waving them forward. “I need your help.”

“Don’t you want Marcel?” Josh asks.

“And Vincent?” Leanne adds.

Hope shakes her head. “I have tried to get Marcel and Vincent to work with me for months. I’m done trying. I’m asking the two of you to step up as leaders of your communities.”

Josh takes a step back. “I’m not going to go under Marcel just because you’re pissed at him.”

“I’m not asking you to go under Marcel. I’m asking you to do me a favor.”

“What do you need?” Leanne asks, and Josh shoots her a sideways look.

“I need you to communicate to everyone in the Quarter that until I say otherwise, there’s a curfew in New Orleans. No one is to be out in the streets after eleven.”

Josh’s jaw drops in outrage. “The bulk of our guys are nightwalkers. They aren’t even able to go outside until sundown!”

“And three of them were just murdered, so make sure you tell everyone that this is for their safety.” Josh closes his mouth. “If anyone is caught breaking this curfew, they will be punished by time in the Penitentiary. Is that understood?” The two nod. “Good.”

Leanne says, “What do you think will come of this?”

Hope sighs. “I’m just trying to give everyone enough space to cool off. The witches and the vampires have been at each others’ throats for weeks now, and hopefully some time apart will keep them from annihilating each other.”

Josh and Leanne exchange a look, before Josh says, “Fine. We’ll tell everyone.”

“Thank you.” Hope smiles and watches at they leave, heading out into the early New Orleans evening to implement the curfew.

“That was smart.” She turns to see her mother coming down the stairs. “A curfew will help, but you know it won’t fix things forever.”

Hope nods. “I know. I just need a little time.”

“Hope?”

She looks up from her phone, from the incoming updates from the newly deputized Josh and Leanne. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Klaus looks sheepish. “I wanted to…apologize for my behavior this morning. I promised that I would keep violence from our home, and I…” His eyes flick up to the ceiling. “…may have provoked Marcel into retaliation.”

“I don’t care about that, Dad. You and Marcel are adults. You can take care of yourselves.”

Klaus nods, and leans against her doorframe. “And with regards to Marcellus’s…accusation…”

“Just tell me this.” Hope stands up and walks over to her father. She stares him right in the eye. “Tell me that you have nothing to do with the violence taking place in the Quarter.” Klaus’s eyes widen just slightly, and Hope’s heart sinks like a rock. “He was right.”

“Hope—”

“Oh my god—”

“I merely suggested to some nightwalkers that the new status quo of this city is not necessarily in their favor.”

Hope’s eyes are wild. “And you don’t see how that could be a problem? For the Quarter? For me?”

“The witches of this city put your life in danger when they made you their Advocate! If there are no more witches to whom you can relay your messages…” He shrugs.

“You are unbelievable.” Hope pushes past him and storms out, ignoring her father’s call behind her.

Elijah strolls casually down St. Peter Street, his suit an inky blue under the dim lights of the bars around him. He keeps a weather eye out on dark corners and down alleys, clocking any sign of movement. His phone is pressed to his ear. “Things are quiet here. It would appear that the residents of the Quarter have heeded your daughter’s warning. I’ll do another pass around Jackson Square, and then return to you. You should get some rest.” He comes to a stop and smiles. “I love you too.”

After hanging up, Elijah slides the phone into his pocket, and then looks to cross Chartres Street. Just as he lifts his foot to step off the curb, a sharp, excruciating pain emanates from the center of his back. He looks down, wide-eyed and breathless, and sees nothing, but when he lifts his hand into the light of a streetlamp, he watches the tips of his fingers gray as he begins to desiccate. Slowly, he turns his head, and in the reflection in the glass of the storefront beside him, he sees a long, wooden arrow protruding from his back. Before he can say a word, he falls to the ground, dead.

[vankoya]

Work In Progress Tag.

I was tagged by my sweetest @dailydoseofdia so thank you very much, my honey! Now, I am going to explicitly expose all of my WIPs, some of which are not known about or displayed on my story schedule as I have no hecking clue in the slightest as to when I will finish writing all of them. Rest in peace, me. (I really went on a spree with the previews.)

I am going to tag: @tayegi / @versigny / @inktae / @trbld-writer!

The Devil Skates On Thin Ice | Twoshot, Part Two

→ Rivalry & Sports AU • Min Yoongi & Reader

Status: First priority. 6K words currently written. Twenty-five percent complete.

Preview: The number ’31’ is salient in large, bold white lettering at the centre of the hockey jersey. Though it is most certainly not as prominent as the ‘MIN’ that stands out inches above it, the three letters setting off screeching alarm bells within your mind that have you bolting upright on the mattress in a state of suffocating panic, cracking your elbow against the sill of the window in the process.

“Shit!” You yelp, cringing from the sharp pain that shoots up your arm, cradling it to your chest as you keel over your knees and dramatically collapse back onto the bed like the world just could not help but dig your hell hole of a situation all the deeper.

You are in Yoongi’s room. Of all the fucking people it could have been, it had to be him.

Amidst the anguish, a succession of thumping footsteps steadily becomes apparent as they grow louder, nearer, almost as though they are jogging. Then, the door is histrionically thrown open and a wide-eyed, flustered Yoongi comes into view within the frame, panting a little like he had ran from the other side of the apartment at the voicing of your distress. Honestly, you surprise yourself by holding back the lurching urge to hurl up the contents of last night at the sheer sight of him.

An Oath For Sinners | Series, Part Three

→ Vampire & Escort AU • Min Yoongi & Reader

Status: 10K words currently written. Fifty percent complete.

Preview: There are two and a half hours remaining until she is supposed to be knocking at his front door, and Yoongi is still holed up in his office, signing a stack of papers inked with paragraphs of information that he is barely processing due to the simple fact that he has caved to the torment of hardly restrained lechery. For all he knows, he could be signing his life over to the devil since the sole thought that he cannot tear his disgracefully crude attention from is what divine facial expression she is going to pull the moment his dick slides into her dripping cunt.

At that, his mind blanks completely, eyes glazing over and muddling the page before him into a blur of white smeared with black, the nib of the pen drooling an expanding spot of ink on the paper where he distractedly presses it. Shit. Yoongi’s lips part to create an airless sound, his imagination ravaging his sanity as he pieces together the image of her underneath him in completely nude glory, her warm, mundane skin glittering with a sheen of perspiration, wide eyes crazed with ferocious desire, the pupils blown like dark moons, always watching him. She looks excited, afraid, utterly ravishing. 

The Heart’s Variable | Oneshot

→ Hacker AU • Kim Taehyung & Reader

Status: 2K words currently written. Ten percent complete.

Preview: Roommates tend to walk in on a lot of shit that they would much rather have scrubbed from their field of vision by a wire sponge, but such visual torment is an unspoken given when it comes to share-housing. Most especially when one of the aforementioned roommates is the one and only Kim Taehyung. So when Park Jimin, a law student of baby soft features that no courtroom can ever take seriously because he somewhat appears like an irritated child when he is trying to defend his case, knocks on Taehyung’s bedroom door at ten in the morning and is given the sole response of dead silence, he, without thinking, twists the handle and thrusts it open with a determination to give the guy the grandest, loudest wake-up call possible. 

At least, that was Jimin’s plan until his gaze fell upon Taehyung slouched facedown over his keyboard, surrounding monitors dulled to sleep just as he is. Except, unlike him, the computer does not have its soft dick nestled on unadulterated display in its lap like a lifeless, pink sea cucumber, sweatpants uselessly shoved halfway down the defined curve of its ass.

A Ticket To The Sun | Series, Part Three

→ Dystopia AU • Min Yoongi & Reader

Status: 5.5K words currently written. Twenty percent complete.

Preview: The countdown is in full swing. Seventeen days until doom reaches his doorstep, until the truth will be revealed and Yoongi will be framed as a goddamn coward for never telling her from the very start. He deserves to die like that, at least, with shame stuffed in his pockets, with a knife of regret slicing through his back. Horrible, truly such a gruesome excuse of a human being, he is.

I could tell her right now, he blankly considers, but knows he never would. It is close to two in the morning, and she is swaying gently, making an order at the diner counter with a blurred smile, eyes glazed. I could tell her right now and make pancakes taste like my death, make vanilla cling like my blood to the back of her throat. I could do it, I could do it.

She, with wobbly grace, turns on her heel to face him. Her drooping gaze lands on the divot between his collarbones that kisses the collar of his navy shirt before it lazily trails up, up, up to meet his own eyes, a grin lighting up on her lips as if caught redhanded staring where she should not. The breathtaking culprit to their exceptional crime.

Yoongi could never do it. 

Paroxysm of Repulsion | Oneshot

→ Single Dad / Teacher AU • Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taehyung

Status: Still drafting and plotting. 1.7K words currently written.

Preview: The guy of long honey limbs and deftly mussed hair wears an expression fit for murder, which would have been entirely convincing if he was not wearing the most repulsive sweater to ever have the misfortune of existing on this very earth. Traffic cone orange and fluorescent violet striped, like Halloween just threw up on his chest and this is the mouldy aftermath a week later. Jeongguk decides the guy deserved such an insult for wearing an atrocity to mankind.

“Uh,” he cannot even form a coherent sentence, it is that disgusting. 

“Uh?” The Serial Killer In The Ugliest Sweater To Exist offers brusquely, face unchanging. “That’s all you have to say? Uh?”

Jeongguk gulps. “Uh–“

“Is that the only word in your vocabulary?”

“Well–“

“Amazing! He knows more than one word!” He throws his hands enthusiastically in the air, slatted eyes still fresh with intent to kill. Before Jeongguk can stammer out another vocalisation of unintelligence forced by sheer repugnance, the guy accusingly jabs a finger at him. “Kids need to learn manners at an early stage in life if they want to grow up to be good adults. Get on that fuckin’ shit, man.”

Fight Blood With Blood | ATM Drabble

→ Witch Hunter AU • Jeon Jeongguk & Reader

Status: 3.8K words currently written. Eighty-five percent complete.

Preview: Jeongguk wants to ask more, wishes to pick apart her bones and search the marrow for the answers, more truths, to learn of the genuine honesty about herself and who she is. But whatever he wishes to say becomes lodged in his mouth when he watches her bring the blade to her palm and cut a clean slice through the flesh, crimson that looks like liquid black beneath the moonless sky instantly bubbling to the surface and spilling into the clear patch of dirt that the very same knife carved out.

The witch stays quiet and calm, dropping the now tarnished blade to the snow and dipping her fingertips into the sticky, red mess accumulating in her other palm. They come away dripping, soaked in the colour of her very own coat, and Jeongguk observes with his lips parted, shoulders rigid while she draws nonsensical script into the frozen surface of the dirt she has cleared. Witch language, looking twisted and evil, like it is going to reach out and bite him if he dares to look away.

Gateway to Gehenna | Oneshot

→ Witch / Demon AU • Kim Taehyung & Reader

Status: Still drafting and plotting. 2K words currently written. Ten percent complete.

Preview: For the first twenty years, the door is avoided at all costs. 

Nestled between the library and the living quarters, it is alike any other door within the cottage. A thick slab of mahogany lacquered in rich syrup that still holds its woodsy scent beyond decades since its construction, a brass handle which glints in the afternoon sunlight that manages to trickle down the hallway, much less worn or touched than any other knob. It finds its differences in the dense carvings that are inscribed on the surface, a variation of symbols and words as old as time itself, not even belonging to history, for the language has surpassed such limitations.

They start at the centre of the door and bloom in an enormous wooden rose, the petals fanning out to the very edges where the inscriptions become smaller, near frantic, as though the incantations were bordering incomplete yet the space was quick to be eaten up; desperation embedding urgency into the grain. Because if there was not enough room to finish, all efforts would have been entirely fruitless. The plan would be torn to shreds, the earth would be brought to ruin.

You see, it is not the door itself that is necessarily the problem. It merely keeps it contained. Instead, it is what is held within that should be feared.

Rather he who should not be released.

There’s A Rainbow (Always, After The Rain) | Oneshot

→ Soulmate AU • Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taehyung

Status: 1.3K words currently written. Fifteen percent complete.

Preview: The barista, as if realising what he has just done, clamps a palm over his mouth, eyes still remaining to roundly stare at Jeongguk like he has just stripped naked in the middle of the cafe. On the other hand, Jeongguk is about ready to turn on his heel and flee, or fold his body like origami until he can fit into the linoleum cracks beneath his feet. Instead, by sheer force of will and his ferocious desire to have a double shot long mac after The Worst Day of His Existence, Jeongguk stands statuesque until the barista seems to get his shit together and drops his hand away from his face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the barista, who’s name tag reads Jimin babbles, baby cheeks flaring with muted fuchsia. “I-I didn’t mean to react that way, I swear! It’s just that– Holy shit, how long– When did it change like that?” The colour of his face ripens. “Oh– Or maybe, did you do that yourself–“

“Does it look like I would have done this–“ Jeongguk aggressively points at the rainbow monstrosity sprouting from his roots, biting down on his urge to scream the words, rather than hiss them under his breath– “To myself? Why the fuck?”

Lips of Divinity | Oneshot

→ Daitengu AU • Min Yoongi & Jeon Jeongguk

Status: Still drafting and plotting. 780 words currently written.

Preview: there is purpose behind this trek, not just a measly, careless adventure into the unknown of a forest deemed dangerous by the town at its feet. jeongguk absently wonders, if he were to trip over an unforeseen rock or jutted stick, whether the fall would have him tumbling down to the very base, crashing him back upon square one that he last stood upon just before midday.

but the boy should not think so soon, his eyesight is getting worse with every stretch that night begins to make across the daylight, almost as if it wishes to put his theory to the test.

he whistles a tune unheard of, one that bounds through the trees, echoing on and on. to set the pace of his tread, to fend off the eerie quiet that otherwise lulls the mountain. the birds are no longer near to pick it up, to carry on the sound in their own chirp, flourish it into something entirely different that belongs to them, and them only; started by a boy who never listens.

[hippocrxte]

Access Denied pt 4 - Jumin x MC

Summary: After a heated argument with Jumin gets too far, it’s the last straw. You leave abruptly, but an unintended accident clouds your judgement. Literally.

warning: this isn’t a happy ending

Jumin didn’t know himself anymore. 

When he saw you fall, his fear had been in check, and that moment had been the cherry on top for all of his confidence the MC that loved him would come back was all a hunch. His face one of horror, and his arms shaking. 

“I killed her.” His eyes were glassy.

The doctor came rushing in and pushed him aside. “No you didn’t. Don’t ever say that, okay? It’s going to be alright.” His eyes fixed with determination, he set off to work on you. The doctor didn’t speak for a few minutes at first, then commented quietly, “Kyun did well for his first time, helping her so far.”

Jumin’s fists balled up in anger, and stood up, pushing the chair he had been sitting in back. 

“Why is he there? To flirt with MC?”

“No, Mr. Han. Kyun is an intern who is working at our hospital, and I decided he would be better with an easy subject like this.” His voice was calm, unlike Jumin.

Jumin’s hand was literally poised, ready to hit the doctor. He paused, and sat back down, his back slumped down in exauhstion. 

“I don’t know what to do.. I loved her. I really did. She’s so stupid..” his breath caught in his throat, and covered his eyes, “..and that’s why I need to be there for her.”

 The doctor’s eyes lit up in sympathy, to his surprise. 

“It’s hard, but I don’t want you beating yourself up for it Mr. Han. Go have some fun; relax your body and enjoy life. For MC.”

For MC. Indeed, for you, he thought. Jumin pictured your smile; bright enough to lighten up his utter past and bring out the real him. 

For you.

 You felt useless at not being able to do anything, and there was a strict curfew of how long you would be allowed to stand.

At least your body was no longer in physical pain, you thought placatingly. You were right. It was easier to move your arms, but there was a bulky cast strung around your left left, making walking hard even with crutches.

The door opened.

You were mid-way stretching, your arms folded neatly over the bed covers. 

The doctor’s face was grim, however, and did not greet you politely like he normally did. 

“Hello, sir,” you said kindly, smiling lightly. His expression did not change. 

“I apologize for the inconvenience earlier. I hope you are alright.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, no! It’s okay! I’m alright. Where’s Kyun, by the way?” 

The doctor sighed. “After the incident, I sent him home. Don’t worry.”

You lay back into your bed, sighing. It was going to be a long five months before you were free. 

“However,” he said, “although you can’t leave the hospital freely, we can give you a pass and have you come back at a specific time curfew. Is that alright?” 

Your eyes lit up. “Of course! That’s a great idea!” 

So you two agreed that you would be able to go out, but he had cautioned you strongly not to go near the “C&R International Office”. You figured it was irrelevant, and shrugged it off. 

“See you at nine, MC.” He said, adjusting his glasses absently and went back into the office. 

He went with you to the hospital exit and left. You breathed in, feeling every sense of the outdoors once again.

It feels so good. You sighed. 

Time check: 9:36 am.

Plenty of time, you thought triumphantly. “Great. Where to first?”

“Hey - MC!” 

The familiar ruffled brown hair and dorky glasses. His smile and masculine yet slim build. It was there in front of you, hugging you quickly.

“Thank god,” he breathed, “I thought you wouldn’t wake up after Jumin saw you.”

Jumin?

“Who’s Jumin?” You asked, cocking your head.

Kyun’s eyes flashed in quick panic, then resumed to their normal docile and friendly look. “No one important. Just someone who came to the hospital the day you were there.”

You tried to relax, but still felt tense. You’d heard that name before, and not the day you’d been hospitalized. 

“..MC? What’s wrong?” Your brown, hazel eyes had wandered off into space, staring away blankly. Kyun lowered his head, bending down to match his tall height with yours. He lay his hand onto your shoulder lightly to support you. 

“Oh..! Sorry,” you snapped out of your sorry state embarrassingly. “My memory’s really bad, so I’m sorry if it looked like I forgot what we were talking about.” You laughed to yourself and whistled quietly, murmuring, “It’s really pathetic.” You stared at the ground, feeling like a useless tool that was no use to anyone. I just get in the way of things, don’t I?

“It’s not pathetic.” Kyun said. You froze. He grabbed your hand and smiled. “You aren’t pathetic.”

“Honestly,” you sighed, “who is this Jumin guy I keep hearing about? Why does he care so much about someone like me?” 

Kyun paused for a moment, turning the other direction. He then gave you a full on grin as he look at you again, those laughing, brown eyes glinting in the sunlight.

“He’s nobody important, really.”

Mr. Han was not having a good day.

Shit was going haywire at the office; workloads increased and voices raised. Jaehee was working a quadruple shift, as many workers were out with the seasonal flu. 

I miss you. 

Jumin flinched as he heard another high pitched complaint rise in the air, and hurriedly rushed over to the distressed workers, clenching his fists. He couldn’t wait to leave the office to see you. 

For MC, he thought, for MC.

Time check: 4:26 pm. 

You never knew there were so many fun things you could do in 24 hours. Kyun held your hand willingly, with your happy consent. In the short time span of roughly two and a half hours, you two had been able to eat brunch, go to a farmer’s market and buy a few fresh pieces of fruit and other goods (”For the hospital,” Kyun winked at you), and now you two were on your way to a local amusement park. 

“Have you ever been?” Kyun asked.

“Well,” you thought for a moment, “I can’t frankly remember, but I do recall a time when I went with my father. It hurts when I think about it, though.”

He smiled. “It’s the best thing in the world.”

By the time you’d arrived, the park itself was literally glowing, beaming with brightness. It was an enchanting scene, with cheerful cries of glee and the smells of sweets. All the sights and sounds overwhelmed you; you hadn’t seen anything like this before.

“Let’s go on the ferris wheel! Look, the line’s really short right now.” 

“S-sure!”

“It’s.. beautiful.” Your eyes widened as the ferris wheel continued to climb higher and higher.

“Right?” Kyun chuckled and followed your gaze.

The lift was small, so he was quite close to you, which made you slightly uncomfortable. Something wanted you to pull away from him, yet he was like a warm blanket; something you’d want to hold on to. So unconsciously, you slipped your arm between each other, your elbows locked together. You heard a grunt of surprise from Kyun, then felt him relax.

Without him thinking at all, he cupped your cheek, turning your head. His self control was bubbling over the top. He’d get mad at me if I do anything to her. 

“Kyun? Is something wrong?”

Kyun’s face suddenly flushed at your question. “No,” he said quickly, “n-nothing’s wrong.” He scooted away in the little space and ruffled his hair hastily, causing it to go in all directions, a massive head of floof.

You didn’t say anything, staring in silence. “Are you actually okay? You look like a vampire out for blood...” you felt your voice falter as he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer. He tilted his head and stared into your eyes. “K-Kyun-”

Kyun couldn’t hold back. You felt his heat that almost burned in waves. 

He.. he wanted to kiss me.

It felt so terribly wrong. There was something you felt, something that pulled you back just in time.

The ferris wheel ride ended.

helloo so this has been staying at the bottom of my drafts for like 3 months so I finally finished it - most likely will just end it here :( HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ROLLER COASTER OF AN EMOTIONAL RIDE WITH MC AND JUMIN AND JUST AIDHAIFH