#ayno vav fluff imagines

[haechanhues]

H O U S E  O F  C A R D S

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

chapter eight : noh yoonoh 

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[mileyjassie]

"𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝕸𝖊?"

Pairing: Ayno (VAV) x reader

Genre: Suggestive (but pretty romantic tho)

Word Count: 4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— I'm trying to find out ...

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

— Are you curious?

You watched him a little, stating.

— I'm a little curious about you ...

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

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

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

— Do what?

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

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

— You shouldn't be here ... isn't?

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

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

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

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

Then he smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Come with me...

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

— Would you accept me?

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

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

— Where would you take me? ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— There would be no denying ...

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

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

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

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

[...]

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

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

You didn't know how to answer.

— Why can't you accept me?

— I can't just trust you that much.

He looked upset but not hurt by what you said.

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

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

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

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

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

— Can't you really accept me?

— I-It's not that way.

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

— I thought you wouldn't regret it.

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

[...]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He closed his eyes, patiently denying.

— I just came ...

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

— Yoonho ...

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— You...

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

— Do you want to spend the night here?

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

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

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

— Are you sure?...

You agreed, stepping away from the couch a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You left the sheet aside.

— You're sad?...

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

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

You looked down, shaking your head.

— There is no way to forget you ...

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

He dropped his head when he noticed.

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

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

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

— If you can't see my eyes ...

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

— It's because you don't want to.

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

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

— Listen to me...

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

— I would undress myself for you ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Now? ... Would you do that now? ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at you a little.

— Do you want to do this for me? ...

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

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

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

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

You smiled.

— You look like an angel.

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

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

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

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

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

— Yes ... the purest ...

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

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

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

You sucked on his lips, hearing a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— You want me to do?...

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

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

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

— Do you ... l-like my tattoos? ...

You stated with a murmur, continuing with the kisses.

— You are telling the truth?

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

— I am.

— It's not a problem anymore? ...

— It was never a problem, Ayno ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hm, yeah ... I missed that ...

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

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

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

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

— I accept you. The way you are.

[soulangel-works]

VAV - Ace

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yeosangs-horizon]

VAV MASTERLIST 

ST. VAN | LEE GEUMHYUK  

↬ 16:05 | fluff 

BARON |  CHOI CHUNGHYEOP

↬ ...loading

AYNO | NOH YOONHO

↬ ...loading

ACE | JANG WOOYOUNG 

↬ 18:11 | fluff

↬ 22:18 | smut

LOU | KIM HOSUNG

↬ ...loading

JACOB | JANG PENG

↬ ...loading

ZIU | PARK HEEJUN

↬ 19:32 | angst

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

Long Jackets in the Snow

Ayno x Reader

Fluff

Summary: When you went to see Ayno it wasn’t cold, now it was.

Stepping out of the company doors, you felt an immediate shiver run down your spine. 

“God, it got so much colder.” You rubbed your arms. Ayno laughed, pulling you closer.

“Good thing I’m here.” He winked at you. You pushed him away, laughing as he almost slipped. You rolled your eyes as he continued to try and cover you with himself.

“Stop.” You groaned. “You’re gonna make me fall.” You said as you almost fell again. 

“Then here.” He said as he took off his jacket. "I know you’re almost always cold.” You quickly put on the warm jacket, grabbing his hand.

“Thanks love.” You smiled. He laughed and kissed the back of your hand.

“You’re welcome baby.” Pulling you closer to share some warmth. “I also just like when you wear my clothes.” Winking, he laughed and kissed you briefly.

[kpophours]

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

[yvixtrae]

4:17 AM

Taking another sip from your third can of Monster Java for the night to try to fight off the fatigue from the past few days leeching at your bones, you glare down at both your laptop screen of which is displaying your still unfinished fantasy concept project and the study-guide papers with Hangul scattered next to it for your project in Korean. The EDM playlist you’d put on earlier for background noise continues to play, and you sigh as you put the half-empty can down to try and pen down things you want to and need to include in your Korean paper, occasionally glancing back to your still-waiting digital sketches. Though the clock is reading a little past quarter after 4 in the morning and you’re pushing on your third all nighter, you continue diligently, figuring that you couldn’t afford to sleep when the rest of your day hours were spent part-timing at the uni library and attending long classes at uni as well. Ayno sits criss-cross by your side, brushing off his own sleepiness as he looks up at you with concern, floppy golden retriever ears framing his still soft features. Your usual dark circles had only gotten more prominent, and you seemed much more down than usual now that you were swamped with literally half a dozen assignments and projects alongside twice the amount of commissions—down enough to be hardly eating. The stress and anxiety overwhelmed everything else, like your exhaustion for example. Unsure of what exactly to do to help you, Ayno whines under his breath and pouts to himself, wracking his brain on what could possibly get you to take a break and eat and rest to feel even a little better for just a little while.

“Y/N…” He nudges your leg and paws lightly at it.

When the only response you give is a tired smile and a few seconds of running your fingers through his fluffy yet nearly silken navy strands before going back to your work, his pout only grew. With a louder whine, he tries again.

“Y/N… Please come to bed…”

Looking over at him, you simply shake your head. “I’ve still gotta finish my fantasy concept project, start my Korean project, finish my creative writing paper, and finish my part for the group project. I just can’t…”

His ears droop a bit at that, but then a thought hits him. He knows that there’s one thing you never say no to: Chocolate chip pancakes. As you turn back to your work again, he gets up to leave your shared bedroom, pleased with himself for thinking of the idea. The minutes tick by, one by one, but it’s not long before a familiar and pleasant smell reaches your nose. Turning around in your chair, you see him with a hopeful expression and a small plate of chocolate chip pancakes.

“Will you at least take a break now??” He asks hesitantly, handing you the dish and taking his spot next to you again.

“I have to. Chocolate chip pancakes are more important.” You laugh lightly, picking up one of the pancakes to take a bite.

He bounces slightly, glad that you’re finally taking a break. Tail wagging slightly, he waits patiently as you eat. After downing all of the pancakes, you feel full and satisfied for the first time this week and smile appreciatively at Ayno. After downing the rest of your Monster Java, you consider trying to do more work, but then think better of it. Saving your progress on your laptop, you then exit out of everything and close it before tidying up your papers and folders on your desk, figuring that maybe it really is high time to at least rest mentally, even if you’re sure that you’ll be unable to sleep for a fair bit due to both your racing thoughts and the amount of caffeine you’ve had. Grabbing your phone, you change your music to something more chill and turn down the volume by a little before getting up from your chair. Ayno bounds over excitedly to the bed, tail still wagging, flopping down with a small huff before crawling under the covers and disappearing. As soon as you just simply get on the bed and start to slide under the comforter as well to just keep your legs a bit warm while you sit, he’s already wiggling around and moving to press himself into your side. His head now peeking out from under the comforter, he whines and nudges your thigh, giving his best puppy face. You give a sigh at this, abandoning any hope of staying sitting up and on your phone, placing it to the side and leaning down to press your lips gently against his forehead, of which elicits a happy giggle from him, before moving to lay down beside him. After a few moments of shifting around to get comfortable, he scoots to curl a bit and tuck himself against you even more, his back to your chest and head under your chin.

“Y/N…” He starts, voice small, and you hum as a response for him to continue, “Please don’t ever do all of this again. Missing sleep, skipping meals… Just not… Looking after yourself.”

Your heart aches at the sound of worry and hurt in his tone, and you feel a pang of guilt at him feeling worried and hurt over you.

“I get that… That you really take your assignments and projects and commissions seriously… But… But I just…” He starts to stumble over his words before trailing off, a few more moments passing before he starts up again, “Seeing you so bent over those things to where you’re on the verge of giving out due to being so tired and going on to where you’re not eating and you seeming so sad and nervous and stressed… I don’t like it…”

He turns around partially to peer up at you, chocolatey orbs shining with warmth and affection, and even the beginnings of tears. “I love you, and I don’t like it when you’re not smiling and laughing lots. When you’re not being happy and healthy.”

The all too familiar feeling of being lovestruck hits you again over his words and expression, over how sweet of a puppy he really is. As he sniffles quietly, and moves to turn back on his side, you sit up and lean over him to gently wipe away the building tears with your hoodie sleeve.

“It’s okay, Ayno… I’m fine. I just… Sometimes forget that I have to actually look after myself.” You murmur softly, carding your fingers through his hair again at a languid pace, “But I promise… I promise that I’ll do better to take care of myself. So don’t fret.”

You take the time to gingerly rub at his ears, and he leans into your touch with a content hum.

“Also,” You continue with a small bit of a laugh, “Thank you so much for the pancakes.”

“Anytime…” He mumbles, almost sounding shy, but a smile still tugs on the corners of his lips.

You move your hand to lightly rub his belly, and as he rolls onto his back, you adjust to where your weight rests more on your bent arm beside his head. He grins at the belly rubs, but his eyelids have drooped to a pretty sleepy-looking half-lid. Noticing this, your heart melts a little bit at the cuteness, and you continue to rub his stomach as the thought of mayhaps kissing him crosses your mind. Starting to lean in, you hesitate, almost freezing in place as your face heats up a bit with a blush.

“Oh jeez.” He laughs, remembering how this had happened the first and last time you’d kissed, and knowing how he’d have to be the one to close the distance.

Leaning up, he seals his lips over yours in a gentle liplock, trying and failing to bite back the urge to smile into it. A heartbeat passes, then another, and a few more before he pulls away.

“And… Sleep time.” You move back, gnawing on the inner of your cheek to hide your own smile as you take your spot as big spoon again.

He chokes back a cackle at your reaction, knowing well that you’ve shut down from the kiss, but lets it go as he tucks himself back against you. “Yeah, sleep time.”

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 6 (18+)

Supernatural AU

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

Genre: Fluff/ and graphic SMUT

Warnings: occult, oral (female receiving), unprotected car sex

Word Count: 2076

AN: Welcome to Day 6 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! As promised, more SMUT!  I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me on this- sorry I’m so slow!! 

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 6th Day of Christmas: You got snowed in with Ayno

The gentle chiming of the alarm on your phone woke you at 9. You fumbled for the device to hit the snooze, but Ayno got to it first. He was awake, of course, but laying next to you with his arms encircling you. You stretched and snuggled back into the warmth of his body. He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer until your head rested on his chest. He obligingly hit the snooze for you four more times before you were drowsy, but awake.

“Hi” he said, “Sleep good?”

“Mmm, yes”, you said placing soft kisses on his chest. “I always sleep good when you’re here. Were you bored all night?”

He shook his head. “No. Just laid here thinking.”

“What were you thinking about?” you asked resting your chin on his pecs.

“Yesterday.”

You stilled against him. Sensing your distress, he pulled you up until your heads were even and rolled you over so he was above you.

“I feel better today. I wanted you to know you were right: it is better that we talk about…me. What is the word you use when you are worried and nervous and upset, but you keep it inside?”

“Stress.”

“Yes. Much less of that in me now. I was always afraid if you thought too much about what I really am that you would reject me. I know we only talked a little, but it was still a lot to take in…you were so accepting…it made me happy and not afraid. …and last night…I was so proud when you introduced me as your boyfriend…we looked like all the other couples, right? I passed as human? I was ok?”

You placed your hands on his cheeks and lifted your head to kiss him. “Yes. You were perfect. Totally human.” You paused and brushed his bangs out of his eyes, “I am not afraid of you Ayno, and I’m glad you’re mine.”

The smile he gave was like sunshine, and he followed it with an achingly sweet kiss. And then another, and another…which was then interrupted by the very loud growling of your stomach.

He looked down at your belly and laughed “Oooo, time to feed my human!”  

*          *          *

Anyone paying attention to what Ayno ate at brunch might have called his humanity into question. He had the traditional custom omelet and bacon; but he followed it up with three slabs of the rarest prime rib imaginable, a mound of Waldorf salad, six servings of eggs benedict (“The sauce is so tangy!”), a good two pounds of chilled crab legs, one of everything on the dessert table, and washed it down with eleven mimosas. Fortunately, your friends from the party that you ended up sitting with didn’t seem to notice. Mostly it was just maddening that he could eat simply for the joy of eating and experiencing all the flavors without ever gaining an ounce, needing to expel waste, or worrying that he was going to give himself some form of gastric distress.

After brunch you changed into comfy clothes for the drive, loaded your luggage into the SUV and headed back to the city. You came down the winding mountain roads from the resort just fine, but as soon as you came into the pass, it was a very different story.

The storm front you had seen on the news seemed to have stalled out right here. Everything was white- it was like driving in a cloud- and snow was coming down heavily with the wind blowing it straight into your windshield. It looked like hyper-space from every science fiction movie you had ever seen- and took visibility to almost nothing. There was so much snow on the road you could feel your tires slipping despite that fact that you weren’t even doing a double-digit speed.

Another half mile down the road you saw the red white and blue blinking lights of the highway patrol accented by the yellow flashers of the highway services vehicles as they used flares to wave you and the rest of the weekend traffic to the side of the road.

Ayno looked concerned. “What is happening?”

“We’re being stopped- they’ve closed the road because there’s too much snow and ice for cars to drive safely. There’s a red bandana in the glove box- I need to tie it to the antenna.”

“Why?”

“So if the car gets buried by snow hopefully it doesn’t go up that high and rescue workers will see the bandana and know there is a car here they need to dig out.”

Ayno chivalrously got out and tied the bandanna to the antenna before jumping back into the car and sitting in the driver seat.

“Strange view from over here!” he said looking at the steering wheel and all the gauges.” Now what happens?”

“Well we have to wait for the storm to pass and highway services to plow the road. We could be stuck here for several hours.”

“I will be fine… but won’t you get cold?”

“Yes, and I could run the heater, but I run the risk of either a) running out of gas or b) suffocating if the tail pipe gets covered in snow. But that’s why I keep a packable down blanket- along with a hat, gloves, water & snacks in the back. There’s also a deck of cards… I suppose I could teach you to play gin.”

Ayno looked around at the rapidly fogging windows his eyes began to glow that particular shade of burgundy and he smiled and said, “I can think of much better ways to pass the time.”

He climbed over and straddled you in the passenger seat and begin kissing you deeply as he pushed the seat back as far as it would go, and then lifted the lever to lower the seat back until you were almost laying flat. His breath was hot against your neck as he began kissing and biting at it while he worked you out of your down jacket and threw it onto the floor in the back seat. He sucked harshly at the tender skin, creating the kind of marks that you knew would have you wearing turtlenecks for the next week.

Then he slid off of you until he was kneeling in the footwell- hooking his fingers on the waist of your yoga pants and tugging them down with him. He yanked off your boots and the pants and discarded them with the jacket before he lifted your shirt exposing your belly as he left wet kisses that made you shiver in the cool of the car. He slowly began rubbing his thumb over your mound and slit, feeling the dampness permeate the thin fabric of your silky underwear. He brought his mouth down to gently bite at you through the fabric, his nose nuzzling against your sensitive spot as he ran his fingers just under the edge of the lace- but not letting them stray where you most wanted them. “Ayno…what are you doing??”

He grinned mischievously. “Exactly what you think I’m doing.” He began softly kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, a half smile playing at his lips every time he heard a small gasp. He gently rolled the silky panties over your thighs and down your shins to the floor as he brought your knees to rest on his shoulders. Lifting your hips up, you cried out as he fastened his mouth to your already moist core, taking long laps up and down between your folds. You sighed in pleasure as he sucked gently on the lips and swirled his tongue around your clit. “Oooh you taste so good... so sweet...” he cooed as he brought his whole face down and begin plunging his tongue in and out of your sopping hole. Your hips bucked against his face as he held on tight and tongue fucked you furiously. “Oh oh oh...uuuhhhh…” you moaned incoherently as the feeling of his hot tongue inside of you sent waves of pleasure through your body. You grabbed his hair and pushed his face harder against you. He licked faster and harder until he finally took your clit gently between his teeth and flicked the tip of his tongue across it repeatedly as you clenched in pleasure and juices spilled out of you.

Ayno struggled out of the skinny jeans he was wearing and added them to the pile of clothes in the back. He lifted your legs back to his shoulders as he brought himself up to kneel on the seat with you between his thighs. He grabbed his stiff cock and angled it down to your waiting hole, pushing himself in with three good thrusts. Then he reached up and lifted your calves so the balls of your feet braced against the ceiling as he arched back and put his elbows on the dash for leverage as he began thrusting into you with his cock grazing along the top of your wet tunnel and slamming into your g-spot. Despite the awkward angle, he had excellent leverage allowing him to pound into your pussy mercilessly. “Oh fuck Ayno-yes!! Uhhh! Fuck! Don’t stop!” You cried out as you pressed one hand against the foggy window the other reaching across to grip the side of the driver’s seat as your curling toes pushed into the headliner. You pried your cold fingers from the window to wedge them in between your folds and gently squeeze your clit. The pressure pushed you toward the edge and you began to moan as your high approached. Your knees began to buckle until Ayno smacked your ass. “Uh-uh baby- keep those legs up- I wanna see you cum for me.” “Aaaagghh..Aynooooo!” you cried out when the space behind your eyes began to glitter and your legs shook as your orgasm overtook you. 

Ayno’s pace slowed and you gasped as he pulled out of you and the cold air hit your drenched pussy and thighs. He lowered your shaking legs and leaned over your body to kiss you and move your sweat dampened hair from your forehead.

He climbed into the back seat and rummaged around in the rear cargo area until he found the blanket, and then using your discarded jackets as a pillow he stretched out and made himself comfortable in the backseat. “Can you move baby? Come back here and let me keep you warm.” At Ayno’s bidding you attempted to move, your body shaking from both the cold and your release. You joined him in the backseat, laying mostly on top of him under the blanket, snuggling into his warm body with your head in the crook of his neck. “Good? Ok?” he checked. You nodded “Mmmmhmmm.” He kissed your forehead, “I think this was better than playing cards.” You had to laugh, “Definitely.” He squeezed you a little tighter, “Sleep. I will wake you when they tell us we can leave.”

You woke to the feel of icy air on your face and the sound of voices. When you opened your eyes, you were alone on the back seat and Ayno was trying to shimmy back into his pants on the floor. You giggled at him, and he crawled right over to kiss you. “The snowplow is coming now. We can drive in about twenty minutes.”

“Good. Because I really have to pee.”

Ayno laughed and handed you your yoga pants. “I do not think I can help with this problem.”

“Nope! But there’s a gas station with a convenience store and restrooms about ten miles away at the bottom of the pass. We can get coffees and snacks too.”

“Mmmmm! Salt and vinegar chips!” he said excitedly with a little clap of his hands.

You laughed at him “Yes and vanilla coffee.”

He pulled you down onto the floor with him and held you tight for a long moment. “I had a very good weekend. Thank you. Maybe we could go somewhere again? I would like to see the pineapple place one day.”

“Hawaii. Pineapples come from a series of islands in the Pacific called Hawaii. It’s warm and beautiful there…well, so I’m told. I’ve never been.”

“Islands…they have beaches? I would like to go there and lay on the beach with you. Goals.” he affirmed.

You looked through the foggy windows at the mounds of snow. “Good goal Ayno.” You said with a smile.

[yeosangs-horizon]

So I might’ve met VAV yesterday  👁️ 👁️ and Ace might’ve told me he loves me. Post concert depression hits HARD. Anyway that’s why I’ve been inactive hehe.

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

#3 for Ayno

3.  “You don’t need a puppy when you have me.”

“You don’t need a puppy when you have me.” You laughed as he complained.

“Babe, you can’t be here all the time.” You stressed. “It’d be nice to have something here to keep me company while you’re gone.” You smiled at him.

“But I’m your puppy.” He pouted.

“You’re right, and you’ll always be my puppy. I want a dog or a cat, something that will show me affection while you’re gone on tour or busy.” His pout continued.

“Fine.” His pout still hadn’t let up. “But aren’t you allergic to cats?”

[kpophours]

Bewitched

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

➵ warnings: none

➵ word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me or I'm leaving."

"Iamawarlock."

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

"You're a what?!

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

"You're a warlock."

"Yep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who has also become your crush.

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

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

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

"I ALWAYS AM!"

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

"Where-"

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

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

"UNNECCESSARY VIOLENCE!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayno nods eagerly, his dark eyes locking with yours.

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

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

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

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

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#2 and Ayno?

2. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me.”

You’d been invited to watch your boyfriend’s dance practice for a little while. Well, technically you were supposed to be doing some school work, but let’s be honest, Yoonho is an amazing dancer.

You hadn’t realized that you’d been staring at him until you met his eyes in the mirror that was in front of him. You blushed and looked away. You were working on more work when Yoonho came up behind you.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me.” He laughed as he hugged you to his side.

“Shut up.” You said as you tried to push him away. He giggled and kissed your head as he got up to get some water.

Later on when he was walking you home he decided to enlighten you on something.

“You know you look really cute when you’re working.” He said as he walked up to your door. 

“Now who’s staring.” You laughed as he pushed you away.

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May I please have Fluff #9 "You're the worst liar I ever met" and #27 "I hate you" "No you don't" with Ayno from VAV??

9. “You’re the worst liar I ever met.”

27. “I hate you.” “No you don’t.”

“You’re the worst liar I ever met.” You laughed as he dropped the starfish.

“No I’m not!” He yelled as he squatted down to watch the starfish crawl back to the ocean. Later he found a hermit crab.

“Look babe!” He extended his hand that had the hermit crab in it. But as soon as it started moving he dropped the crab. You started laughing really loud again.

“Stop.” He pouted as he crossed his arms. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” You giggled as you pulled him into a hug. He huffed and just pulled you into his chest more. “I still love you even though you’re scared of the tiniest creatures.” You giggled as he tickled you in retaliation of your comment.

“I love you too even if your a tiny asshole.”

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35 “Why can’t we get matching clothes?” 32 “You’re lucky you’re cute.” with vav ayno😁

32. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

35. “Why can’t we get matching clothes?”

You were walking around with your boyfriend, Yoonho, when he spotted something in a window of a shop.

“Hey let’s go in here!” He said excitedly, dragging you towards said store. Pulling you over to a rack that had matching hoodies on it.

“Babe, let’s get these!” He looked over at you. “Maybe then you’ll stop stealing all mine.” Rolling your eyes.

“No.”

“Why can’t we get matching clothes?” He pouted.

“It’s so cliche! And I’ll still steal all your hoodies.” You smiled as he pouted more.

“Babe,” He whined, making sure to pull all the stops so that you’ll agree. “Please.”

Sighing and leaning into his chest, you knew it was a lost cause.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You heard him laugh and tell you to go pick out your favorite one.

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Undead Savior

➵ VAV: (vampire) St. Van x fem. reader / one shot, vampire AU / angst, fluff

➵ warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood

➵ word count: 4.1k

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

Bringing you with him was not what St. Van had planned at all.

But letting you bleed to death hadn’t been an option either.

So here you are now, laying on the fluffy bed in St. Van’s guest room, ghostly pale but at least still alive.

He doesn’t know when you’ll wake up – it could take a few hours, but also only minutes, depending on how fast your body will be able to spread the vampire blood St. Van has given you. Given the right dosage, it should be able to heal you rather quickly – but if you should die with his blood still in your system…

Well, then he has just sired a new vampire.

And he definitely does not need a freshly born vampire at his side right now, not when he only just managed to get rid of some rather nasty hunters last month (with a bit of help from another friendly hunter he’s known for a few years now).

It’s not his fault if you turn though – he just tried to save your life. It had been a rather close call for you, the rogue vampire almost ripping out your whole throat right in front of his eyes. Thank God he had been there and managed to surprise the rogue, saving you in the process.

Bringing you to a hospital hadn’t been an option, the smell of blood in there too overpowering even for a strong and old vampire like himself. That’s why he brought you to his own apartment – quickly dressing most of your wounds, before giving you some of his own blood.

And now, all he can do is wait.

You feel like absolute shit when you slowly begin to regain consciousness.

The last thing you remember… is some weird guy trying to grab you.

After that… nothing.

You groan, your tongue feeling like it weighs a ton inside your dry mouth, head pounding slightly. The room you find yourself in is dimly lit, you can just make out a small dresser, a full-length mirror on the wall opposite you and a tiny desk. The bed you lay on is soft and comfortable – but unfamiliar to you. It’s rather cold and you begin to shiver slightly, hugging yourself to keep some warmth.

It’s completely silent inside the apartment.

Has that strange man managed to kidnap you?

You try not to panic and to stay calm.

Should you leave your room? Try to escape – from wherever you’re at right now? But what if your kidnapper is outside, just waiting for you to come out…

Your thoughts spiral like this for a few minutes, before the decision is made for you – footsteps come towards your room; if it weren’t so eerily silent, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them. The door opens with a slight creak, revealing a tall, broad figure standing in the hallway.

You can’t help it – you scream.

"Jesus Christ!", the shadowy man in the doorway yells, nearly dropping the tray he's carrying, "Do you want to give me a heart attack?!"

With that, he switches on the light, looking at you with a slightly incredulous expression. "What was that for?!"

You blink a few times, a bit taken aback. This is definitely not the man who was following you earlier, that much is sure. This man is tall and broad, dark tattoos peek out from under his light grey jumper, his eyes and hair are dark, but his smile friendly.

"Where am I?", you simply ask, actually sounding braver than you feel.

"In my apartment on second street.", the man answers, placing the tray onto the small dresser.

"Why am I here?"

"You were hurt. I brought you here to dress your wounds."

You raise both eyebrows. "You do know hospital exists for exactly this reason, right?"

He looks a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, but my apartment was closer and you were already half-dead when I brought you here, so..."

You snort at that. "Already half-dead? Well, I feel more than fine right now, so that can't be true."

"I have no reason to lie to you.", the man simply states, "But I understand if you don’t believe me."

You decide to stay sceptic, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Who are you even?"

"My name is St. Van."

You suppress a grin - what kind of name it that? - but give him your name as well: "I'm Y/N."

He nods curtly, before pointing to the tray. "I've brought you some tea. Drink, it will help your body to stay warm."

And with that, he turns to leave again, but you quickly jump up, wanting to hold him back - but failing, thanks to the world suddenly beginning to spin around you. "Oof.", you make, but before your body can hit the ground, strong hands have already picked you up and placed you back on the bed again. You have no idea how fast St. Van must have moved, you only know it should have been impossible.

"H- how...", you ask confused, but he quickly shushes you: "Sleep, Y/N." Strangely, the intensity of his gaze makes you sleepy and darkness washes over you - seconds later, you're out like a light.

St. Van sighs, looking at your sleeping form. He shouldn't have used his power on you, the gift of persuasion being something he tries to use as rarely as possible. But he knows your body isn't completely healed yet, knows you need more sleep, so making you sleep was actually in your best interest.

At least that's what he tries to tell himself - it definitely had nothing to do with you seeing how fast he had moved to catch you.

He has been for the look-out for the rogue vampire for a few weeks now. Most of the information he had on the rogue was thanks to Lou, one of the more friendly, open-minded hunters out there. From time to time they team up, knowing it’s easier to catch rogue creatures who threaten to expose the supernatural world to humans with the combined strength of their skills.

But Lou had to leave before catching this particular vampire, so he entrusted St. Van with all the information he had already gathered so far, before departing to take over another pressing case in a town a few hours away.

Since then, St. Van has begun to follow the younger vampire, trying to see if he could maybe catch him on his own and help him with his blood lust. By now though, he knows that the rogue is a lost case, already being way too deep into his blood rage. There is only one way to end his bloody path - to end him.

Easier said than done, though - the younger vampire is pumped to the brim with fresh human blood, making him faster and stronger than St. Van, who relies on blood bags to keep him from starving. It had been more luck than skill he was even able to fight the rogue off your body, thankfully managing to save you. But now he is still out there, continuing to look for more human blood. 

St. Van knows he should be out there, trying to catch the rogue, but he doesn't want to leave you alone. Maybe the rogue will come back and take what, at least in his eyes, is his - to finish what he started.

No, St. Van won't leave you.

Maybe Lou could send another hunter over... The vampire considers this for a moment, before pulling out his phone and dialing the hunter’s number.

Lou picks up after a few rings: "What's up?"

"Can you send someone to take care of the rogue vampire? I won’t be able to leave my apartment for some time."

"What do you mean, you won’t be able to leave your apartment? The sun's not even that strong at the moment." Lou sounds exasperated and St. Van can only imagine the dark scowl the young man is probably sporting right now.

"The rogue vampire attacked a young woman tonight and almost killed her. I brought her to my apartment and gave her some of my blood to heal her body. She's still out like a light at the moment, but I don't want to leave her alone in case the rogue comes back and tries to end what he started.", St. Van explains quietly, his back turned to you. He fumbles for the light switch, the darkness immediately helping with his concentration. Even though the sun can’t actually hurt vampires, the darkness feels way more natural to them, bright lights often hurting their eyes and giving them splitting headaches four hours on end.

On the other end of the line, Lou sighs deeply. "I'll try and see what I can do. I’ll  get back to you as soon as- oh, hey babe. Why are you awake? Did I wake you?" A muffled voice, female and sleepy, answers something inaudible even to St. Van's superior vampire hearing. "Go back to bed. I'll be there in a second."

St. Van doesn't think he's ever heard Lou use such a soft, gentle tone before.

"Uh, so, yeah. I'll send another hunter over. Stay with the woman and take care of her. I'll text you when I’ve got news." With that, he simply hangs up.

The vampire raises both eyebrows, looking at his phone with an incredulous expression on his face. Well, that was kind of rude. But he just sighs, before pocketing the tiny advice again. He’s used to it by now. That’s just how the young hunter is.

When he turns around to look at you again, he jumps.

Because your eyes are wide open, staring at him and reflecting the dim light coming from the hallway.

"Uh. How are you awake?!", St. Van asks, shocked as well. This shouldn't be possible - his persuasion has never failed him before!

You simply continue to stare at the man, still too shocked to talk. You've heard the whole conversation, the voice of the other person - someone called Lou? - on the phone audible even to you.

"So, I guess you heard everything.", St. Van asks again, trying to sound calm (which he isn't at all right now).

You simply nod, heart beating fast in your chest.

"I swear, I'm not a psychopath. I'm really trying to protect you."

"And you're a vampire."

St. Van jumps a bit, looking at you with wide eyes.

"I- what?"

You suppress a smile at his comical expression. "You're a vampire.", you repeat yourself.

He begins to nod slowly, before quickly catching himself and beginning to shake his head rigorously. "There's no such thing as vampires."

You raise one eyebrow, scowling slightly. "Don't even try this with me, I know there are. My family has the sight."

St. Van looks surprised at this new information - this actually explains why his persuasion didn’t work on you. Humans with the Sight are often immune to some supernatural powers - apparently, this has something to do with their lineage (at least one person in your family tree had to be some kind of supernatural creature for the Sight to emerge in the next generation). "Really? So you're able to see ghosts and everything?"

"Yup, have been ever since birth. Just like everyone else in my family. So I know about the supernatural world - even if I'm not part of it, not really at least."

The vampire sighs, looking relieved. "Well, that makes everything a lot easier. But why didn't you notice the rogue vampire following you, then?"

You cross your arms in front of your chest, beginning to pout and St. Van doesn't think he's ever seen anything cuter than this, you're adorable. 

“Just because I know of the supernatural world, doesn't mean I know a lot about it. You're actually the first supernatural creature I've come into real contact with - even though I'm pretty sure the slightly eccentric boyfriend of one of my closest friends is actually a warlock."

St. Van simply nods. "Fair enough. So - like you’ve already overheard, I think the rogue vampire will keep a lookout for you. So I don’t think it will be safe for you to be alone, at least for the time being."

You consider him for a few moments, before shrugging. "Well, thank God I'm on holiday at the moment and don't have to go into work." You gaze around the room. "So, do I have to stay here with you or...?"

"Uh, well, it would make things a lot easier. But I do understand if you want to go home. I'll just keep watch over you from afar - that should work as well."

"But not as well, right?"

St. Van nods again. "Like I said - it would make things a lot easier if you'd just stay here with me. If Lou contacts another hunter as quickly as he's promised, the rogue should be taken care of in a few days."

"Okay, then... I'll stay. But I think I'll need a few of my things to be comfortable in here, like clothes and stuff like that."

The handsome vampire smiles at you. "Of course. Give me your address and I’ll get you whatever your heart desires. In the meantime... if you want to, you can take a shower. I'll lend you some of my clothes."

You look at yourself, realizing with slight horror that you're covered in dried blood. "Ew.", you make a bit distressed, gazing up at St. Van, "Isn't this diffcult for you? Being in the same room with me - with so much blood?"

But he only shrugs. "Nah. It's dried up, so it doesn’t smell nearly as good as fresh blood. Still, I would appreciate you taking a shower." He grins at you, showing you his pearly white canines (no fangs in sight though).

You huff playfully. "Just tell me I stink.", you murmur, before slowly getting up. St. Van extends one hand towards you, but you shake your head. "I'm okay."  

The vampire shows you to his bathroom, which is tiny but very clean and neat, and gives you fresh towels as well as some of his clothes, before leaving you alone. The warm water helps relax your stiff muscles and you're surprised to see no bruises or other wounds on your body. Just some scars that look like they've been on your body for at least a few months. "Probably the vampire blood St. Van gave me...", you murmur, "Very effective indeed."

Twenty minutes later, you feel like a new person; quickly toweling yourself off before getting dressed. St. Van's clothes are way too big on you, but they are comfortable and smell amazing. You definitely need to ask which laundry detergent he's using.

When you leave the bathroom, releasing steam and the smell of fresh soap, you find St. Van in the kitchen, making dinner. He smiles at you, his eyes forming little crescents. "Feeling better?" He takes in your wet, frizzy hair and the way his large jumper gives you sweater paws, the view making him feel all soft and mushy inside.

You nod, sliding onto the kitchen bench. "Immensely, thank you. Why are you cooking? I thought vampires can't eat normal - uh, well, I mean, human food."

"That's right. But I guess you must be pretty hungry by now." 

Right on time, your stomach begins to grumble, making you both laugh. 

"There you go." With that, he places a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of you.

"It smells delicious, thank you!", you say right before diving in. You can't stifle a tiny moan when the first bite hits your gums.

St. Van grins. "I guess you like it?"

You nod fiercely before swallowing and asking: "Where did you learn to cook?"

He props his chin on one hand, gazing at you with a slightly wistful expression on his face. It makes your heart flutter and you hurriedly take another bite before being able to blurt out something stupid. 

"My mother was an amazing cook, actually. She taught me a lot about spices and how to combine different flavors and so on."

"So you weren't a cook before turning into a vampire?"

"No, I was a priest actually."

At this, you choke on your food, coughing and only getting your windpipe freed again thanks to St. Van carefully hitting you on the back, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"A priest?!", you're finally able to gasp out, still left with a few tears in your eyes.

"Those were different times, Y/N. A lot of people became priests or nuns back then. It was pretty normal, actually.", St. Van explains, his eyes glinting amused.

"Mhm, yeah, I guess...", you mumble, taking another bite and observing the handsome man opposite you. "Do you believe in God, then?", you ask curiously.

He nods. "I do, yes. I mean, there must be something bigger out there - and we just give it the name 'God'. It can be a kind of energy or something like that, I don’t know. But I definitely do believe in something more."

Well, you can definitely agree with him on that.

Your conversation continues to flow easily over the next few hours; you tell him about your family and job, he in turn talks about the many historical events he managed to witness during his life as a vampire - he actually saw the Berlin wall fall?! He was at Times Square when the end of the Second World War was declared?! You are more than amazed, being a bit of a history freak. When he talks about the years he used to live in China, your heart softens even more for the vampire - you can’t believe he’s still in contact with the descendants of the family he used to stay with, all of them actually knowing about him being a supernatural creature! This really touches you, showing that he still cares about all the humans he met over the span of his long life.

It's well after midnight when your eyes begin to droop, making St. Van gently smile at you. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, Y/N.", he murmurs and you nod, letting yourself be led towards the tiny guest room.

"Don’t worry, Y/N, I'll keep you safe."

That's the last thing you hear, before falling into a deep slumber.

The next few days are spent in the company of your undead (and ridiculously handsome) savior: he makes you breakfast, watches movies with you and lets you ask all kind of questions, answering them with an almost saintly patience.

You quickly notice you actually share the same kind of humor, always laughing about silly stuff (St. Van's laugh rapidly becoming one of your favorite sounds in the entire world, it’s just adorable).

He tells you more about his past, about his family and friends, about the supernatural world.

It doesn't take long for you to feel completely comfortable around him, his laid-back, easy-going nature making it absolutely impossible for you to not like him.

You pretty much forget all about the danger you're actually in - the rogue vampire couldn’t be further from your mind.

You're not quite sure what wakes you during the third night spend in St. Van's guest room - but your heart is hammering inside your chest, your hands are clammy and you feel like you're unable to breathe properly.

Everything instinct inside you screams to run.

Carefully, you sit up and look around your room - everything's still dark, so it should still be nighttime, you guess.

You creep towards your door, trying to be as quiet as possible, before opening it and stepping into the hallway.

"St. Van?", you whisper into the darkness.

No answer.

You begin to shiver a bit, hugging yourself tightly, the sleeves of your jumper way too long and covering your hands.

"There you are."

That is definitely not St. Van's voice. 

You whirl around, but before you can react in any way, two long-fingered hands have already grabbed you around the neck, slowly beginning to choke you. "I can still taste your blood.", a voice rasps, but thanks to the non-existent lighting, you're unable to see more than a shadowy figure in front of you.

Your fingers claw at the hands around your neck, trying to get them off and failing miserably. You struggle to get air into your lungs, darkness beginning to creep into your vision. "Please.", you croak out, but the rogue vampire just hisses.

The next thing you feel are his fangs grazing the thin skin covering your neck. Tears are streaming down your face, the only thought in your head being I don't want to die, I don't want to die, oh please, God, I don't want to die - then, pain seems to explode in your entire body, the vampire burying his fangs into your vulnerable neck.

You're unable to scream, unable to move, unable to feel anything but pain soaring through your whole body.

This is the end, you think.

Darkness washes over you.

"Please wake up, oh God, Y/N, please wake up.", a male voice besides you sobs, "Y/N, please come back to me."

Something strong and painful hits your chest, making you gasp, your eyes flying open in the process.

St. Van's scared face hovers just above you.

"Oh God, oh God, thank the heavens.", he gasps out, when he sees you looking at him, your eyes wide and searching.

He softly cradles your face between his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. "You're okay, you're okay. You're safe, I've got you.", he murmurs, slowly  wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks and carefully holding your body against his chest.

"Where-", you croak, but St. Van instantly hushes you. "Don't speak, save your strength. I gave you some of my blood, but it hasn't managed to heal you just yet." He hugs you even closer, hands stroking your back, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I failed you..." He chokes on his own words, trying to calm himself with a few deep breaths (even if he doesn't really need any of those, right?). 

"I was gone for barely thirty minutes to get some more of your stuff.", he whispers, pressing his face into your hair, "But that bastard... he must have watched us."

You move a bit in his arms until he loosens his grip around you. You gaze up at him, at the worried lines on his forehead, his dark, apologetic eyes and the grim set to his mouth. You raise one hand, gently touching his cheek. "It's not your fault.", you rasp as softly as you can manage.

"He nearly killed you.", St. Van whispers, lips trembling slightly.

"You saved me."

"I should have come earlier, I shouldn't have left you alone-"

"Hush. Don't beat yourself up. You saved me, twice. I owe you everything.", you interrupt him, tracing the worried lines on his forehead with one finger.

He swallows thickly, before nodding, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. Gently, you stroke the hair at the back of his neck, hoping it will calm him down further.

In that moment, a tall, blond-haired man steps inside the apartment, making you jump. Immediately, St. Van's grip around you tightens and he bares his fangs. When he sees the unimpressed expression on the intruder's face, he relaxes again. "Oh, it's just you."

"Just me? Excuse you! I just killed that rogue vampire!", the man huffs, a bit offended, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You helped. A bit.", St. Van replies with raised eyebrows.

"Well, yeah, okay. But I have to get rid of that thing now. So I think some thanks would be in order." He looks at you, taking in your tired expression and bloody clothes, the way you cling to St. Van. Immediately, his cat-like eyes soften. "I'm Inseong, by the way. Nice to meet you."

You return his smile wearily. "Y/N. Thanks for saving me."

"Don't mention it, that's what we hunters are here for." With that, he turns to the vampire again, "I'll give Lou your greetings along with my report. Soo... I guess I'll see you around. Take care." With that, he gives you both a mock-salute, before stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind him.

St. Van gazes down at you, eyes soft. "Are you okay?", he asks quietly.

You nod. "I will be." 

Especially with you by my side, you silently add in your head.

He sighs deeply, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead; your heart skips a beat at the sweet, simple gesture.

"I promise I'll keep you safe from now on.", St. Van whispers, arms tightening around you.

I won't ever leave you again, he silently adds in his head.

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Nightbringer

➵ VAV: (hunter) Lou x fem. (witch) reader / one shot, hunter AU, witch AU / fluff, angst

➵ warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, sexual suggestiveness

➵ word count: 4.7k

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

​"So you're basically saying that a rogue vampire is stalking the city?", Youngbin's face inside your mirror contorts with worry. 

You nod, staring into the scrying glass in front of you, wringing your hands, eyebrows knitting together in worry as well. 

"That's definitely not good."

"I know. Can someone from our Coven take a look at this?"

"Mhm, maybe Ayno or Dawon. Their campus is only about an hour away from the rogue.", Youngbin thinks out loud, making you shake your head. 

"Not them. You know they have enough stuff to do with their research projects and buddy program. No need to trouble them any further."

The older warlock sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're right. I'll see what I can do and let you know, okay? Just... don't do anything rash."

You smile angelically at him. "Wouldn't dream of it, Binnie." With that, you lazily wave one hand, his face vanishing from your mirror. 

Looking back into your scrying glass, you gnaw on your lip. You know the city that rogue vampire is stalking right now - you know it very well actually. 

It's the city your boyfriend lives in.

The probability of the rogue ever meeting him is very slight indeed (probably going towards zero), but nevertheless... an uneasy feeling spreads through your whole body. And being a witch gifted with the power of premonition, you learned to trust to your gut very early on in life. 

So you finally stop contemplating, grab your phone and dial Lou's number. 

He picks up after a few rings. "Hey babe, what's up?"

You can't help but smile as soon as your hear his deep voice. "Hey. I just wanted to ask if you're planning on coming over to my place this weekend.", you ask, twirling some strands of hair around your finger and continuing to stare into the scrying glass, not wanting to miss anything the rogue vampire is doing right now (not that you could actually intervene if anything should happen, but still... it makes you feel a little bit better).

"Uh no, sorry. There's something urgent I need to take care of before I can come see you again.”

You curse silently, closing your eyes for a few seconds and taking a deep breath. Time to bring out the big guns. "I just... I had a hard week. Police training is stressing me out and..." 

You hate manipulating him, but lying to maybe save his life is worth it, right?

"And there's been a death in my family."

Technically, it's not a lie - your Coven just sacrificed one of the older witches for the annual Halloween ritual, but with her being a necromancer it won't take long before she'll be back again. 

"What? Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Of course, I'll come as soon as possible. Are you okay? Do you need anything right now?" Lou sounds worried, his voice all soft now.

"No, it's okay. I just need you.", you answer.

"I'm gonna start packing right now. I'll let you know when I'm on my way, okay? Try to get some sleep, if you can. It's getting late."

You smile. "I'll try. See you soon."

With that, you hang up, letting your head fall into your hands. 

You hate lying to him like this, but it's for his own safety - he's a mere human being, so he's too vulnerable. 

You would do anything to protect him.

"I'll send you everything I've managed to gather so far.", Lou says into the speaker of his phone, picking up his travel bag and shouldering it, "If you need anything else, I'm just a call away, okay?"

"Okay, I'll see what I can do. Where are you going, anyway?", the deep voice on the other end of the line asks.

Lou thinks about this for a second before replying: "There's another case I have to take on."

"The details, I'm stunned." St. Van sounds more than just a little sarcastic, making Lou grin, before he answers: "Keep me updated, okay? We need to eliminate that rogue vampire as quickly as possible."

"I know - and I'll do whatever I can to do just that. Don't worry, okay?"

"Worrying is kind of my job as a hunter."

"I know. But you can trust me."

Lou knows this to be true - he and St. Van met by chance a few years earlier and since then, some kind of weird partnership/friendship has blossomed between the unlikely pair. A hunter and a vampire actually working together? Something unheard of before - but times are changing, the new generation of hunters being more open-minded towards the supernatural world. And Lou actually likes the vampire (even though he'd never admit to that), so he knows he can trust him with this case. 

So he simply says "I know.", before hanging up, smugly imagining St. Van's slightly offended look in his mind. 

He knows he has a duty as a hunter - therefore he's more than thankful St. Van has agreed to take this case.

Because Lous also has a duty as a boyfriend - and his girlfriend calling him in the middle of the night and asking him over when there's been a death in her family definitely calls for fulfilling his duty.

So he sends the promised files to St. Van, quickly locking his apartment and jogging towards his car. Before starting the motor, he sends you a quick text to let you know he's on his way, before driving off into the night.

You stare at your phone, heart already feeling lighter thanks to Lou's text confirming he's actually on his way.

You sigh, leaning back and stretching your arms above your head, yawning loudly. It's definitely been too many all-nighters for you by now - but being in police training at the moment as well as monitoring rogue creatures are time-consuming jobs, to say the least.

You tiredly rub your eyes, deciding some camomile tea will help with your restlessness. Boiling some water, you stare off into the distance, trying to sense if anything's wrong in your city tonight.

But apparently, the supernatural world is resting as well.

Taking your steaming mug, you sit down on your bed, turning the pages of a new spell book you found recently. Ayno has had a bit of trouble with one of his spells backfiring: he was apparently trying to dye his hair again, but Dawon messed up his concentration and the spell managed to somehow hit a friend of theirs just entering the apartment. Ayno asked for your help to find a counter spell and return his neighbors' hair to its natural state again. 

Sipping your tea, you read through some pages before concluding that this, unfortunately, is not the right book. You'll definitely need to look for another one (but a witch can never own too many spell books, right?).

So, you slam it shut and look towards your desk. Your scrying glass is waiting for you, but your eyelids are getting heavier with every second. Maybe you should listen to Lou and try to get at least some sleep tonight.

You shuffle over to your desk and stop the scrying with a simple wave of your hand, before stashing the small silver mirror and your new spell book away, locking the bottom drawer of your desk with a simple spell.

Looking around your small studio apartment, you nod once, pleased with yourself. It definitely does not look like a witch lives inside this apartment, your decor being stylish yet homey, but not like... witch-y. Lou won't find anything weird when he arrives, just how it should be. 

You quickly slip into your pj's, before pulling the covers of your bed over your head.

Seconds later, you're already out like a light.

You awake during the early morning hours, when the sky is slowly beginning to turn a pale blue, the mattress dipping beside you. 

Groggily, you open one eye, being greeted by your favorite smile in the whole world. 

"Hey baby.", Lou murmurs, sliding both arms around you and cradling your body against his.

"You're finally here.", you murmur sleepily, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes again. 

He chuckles. "Finally? It's been only two hours since you called me. I made good time driving here."

"Mhmm.", you just make, already half-asleep again.

"Sleep, baby. I'll still be here when you wake up."

That's the last thing you hear before drifting off once more.

Lou plans to stay for a week, his job as a freelance graphic designer making this possible, and you finally begin to relax again.

The rogue vampire is still on the loose, but your power of premonition tells you he won't be a problem for long anymore, someone - or something - is coming for him.

The next Saturday, Lou tells you he needs to get back home tomorrow. The whole day, you try to come up with a plan to make him stay for even longer - the rogue one is still on the loose after all. 

In the evening though, Lou suddenly changes his mind - looking up from his phone, smiling at you. "Is it okay if I stay for a bit longer? Someone wants to meet me and talk about some details for the new website they’re envisioning.”, he asks - and you're obviously over the moon, agreeing immediately. After pressing a soft kiss against his lips, you resume cooking your infamous Curry for dinner, humming contently. 

That night, you awake in cold sweat, your whole body trembling and making you feel like you need to throw up. Lou is still soundly asleep beside you, one of his arms lazily thrown over your middle. 

You slip out of bed as quietly and carefully as possible, crossing your apartment and hurrying into your small bathroom. You make a complicated gesture with one hand, being greeted by Youngbin's worried face inside your bathroom mirror afterwards. 

"It's the middle of the night!", you hiss, "Why did you wake me?" 

The man inside your mirror doesn't even look remotely sorry for waking you. "This is urgent, Y/N." 

He's using his leader-voice now, letting you know that this is not your friend you're talking to right now, but the leader of your Coven. 

You bite your lip, shifting from one foot to the other. "What is going on?", you ask nervously, trying to keep the volume of your voice as low as possible, not wanting to wake your boyfriend. 

"Eve is back."

At this, you startle, actually taking a step back. "What? That's not possible. S- she was banned. She wouldn't dare to come back here!", you whisper, suppressing a shiver.

"Well, she did. You need to be careful from now on, okay? We don't know what she's planning. But I'm sensing something big." 

Youngbin's gifted with premonition as well, but his power is weaker than yours. Knowing this makes you hesitate. "Why do you sense something and not me, though?"

"My best guess? She's using some demonic power to block you.", Youngbin says, knitting his eyebrows together and staring right through you, his mind beginning to wander, "But I'm not completely sure about it yet. I'll talk to the others, maybe Rowoon can manage to lift the block. I'm thinking about sending Jaeyoon over to you. He will protect you." 

But you quickly shake your head at his suggestion. "I don't need protection. I can handle this on my own." You know Jaeyoon is one of the strongest defensive spell casters of your Coven, but you definitely don't need your warlock-ex around your apartment while your current boyfriend's here as well. 

"Y/N, this is no joke. Eve wants to kill you."

"Thanks for the reminder, I definitely forgot about that.", you retort bitingly, crossing your arms in front of your chest and scowling at Youngbin, who simply stares back, a dark expression on his face as well.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally sighs: "Okay. You win, no further protection for you. If you die, don't you dare come back and haunt me." With that, he vanishes from your mirror.

A knock on your bathroom door makes you jump. "Babe, who you're talking to?", Lou asks from the other side of the door. 

You tousle your hair, silently cursing at Youngbin for waking your boyfriend and open the door. "Me? Oh, I was just... mumbling something to myself. I’m in desperate need of more sleep.", you answer, sliding your arms around Lou's naked torso and pressing a soft kiss against his collarbone. 

He grins down at you, raising one eyebrow in a suggestive manner. "Sleep, huh? I think I have a better idea." With that, he picks you up and carries you back towards the bed, making you giggle. 

"Is that so? Well... I don’t think I’m opposed to your idea.", you answer when he places you gently back on the mattress, pulling him down to you and kissing him deeply.

Sleep can definitely wait for another time.

Lou gazes at his watch again, impatiently tapping his fingers against the steaming coffee mug in front of him. 

Inseong's not late, but he's way too early this morning - all thanks to him wanting to have breakfast with you, before you had to go to your police training.

Just when he wants to order another cappuccino, the door opens and a tall, lean man with blond-dyed hair steps through. His desert fox eyes zone in on Lou, a small smile lighting up the man's face.

"Hey, Lou! How's it going?", Inseong asks, shaking Lou's outstretched hand and clapping him on one shoulder, before sitting down on the other side of the small table. 

"Can't complain. How about you?"

"Same, same. So, what brings you to my beautiful city this time?", Inseong asks, propping his chin onto one hand and gazing at the younger man in a slightly critical manner. 

"Some personal stuff. But now I'm staying because of a new case. Did the Council contact you as well?"

"Yep, just yesterday. So, the Nightbringer is back, huh?”

Lou nods. "It seems like it. What do you know about her? I just heard some rumors and stories, but..."

Inseong immediately interrupts him: "What's that saying? All the stories are true. And that's the case here as well. Believe me, Nightbringer is the worst kind of witch there is, I haven't seen anything like her in years." He actually sounds a bit impressed. "My parents used to tell me about her, about her thirst for power. At first, she sacrificed a bunch of humans to be granted even greater power by some demon - a Prince of Hell apparently. After that she grew even more power-hungry, almost killing her entire Coven when she tried to drown their powers as well." 

Lou shakes his head. He knows a Coven of witches and warlocks is usually like a big family, there's trust and love between them, so a betrayal like this... well, it's unheard of.

"Why did she vanish, though?"

"Well, as far as I know, some of the younger witches and warlocks of said Coven managed to blindside her while she was drowning the powers of the Elders, making her lose some of her own power in the process. She was shunned after that and had to leave the Coven. But apparently she's back now.", Inseong finishes his tale, interlacing his fingers in front of him and gazing at Lou. "And our duty is to make sure she won't sacrifice any more humans to some demon. We have to track her - and end her. With the Council finally managing to get The Colt, we can take her out with just one bullet.”

Lou nods, smiling slightly. "Well, let's do this then - I'm here to assist in any way possible."

Inseong grins. "Sounds good to me."

You try to track Eve with the help of a miniature scrying glass you always carry with you, but apparently Youngbin was right - she's using something to block your power.

Even Rowoon can't figure out what kind of power she's using, just that it's something demonic. 

It keeps you on edge the entire week and Lou staying with you isn't helping at all - the opposite, actually. If Eve shows up at your apartment, he will be in grave danger as well.

But he doesn't leave, saying he still has a job to do in your town. 

As much as you love his company... it's driving you crazy right now. You just want him to be safe - and with an evil (and crazy) witch out there wanting to kill you... well, he won't be, not while he's staying with you.

As a precaution, you cast some defensive spells around your apartment, which definitely won't stop Eve from entering, but will hopefully manage to slow her down for some time.

What you don't know, is Lou finding these spells, thinking they were put there by Nightbringer herself - he quickly and quietly deactivates them, being paranoid that the evil witch has found you thanks to him. 

He definitely doesn’t want to leave your side as long as this case isn’t solved, as long as Nightbringer is still out there, stalking your city and threatening innocent humans like yourself (... if only he knew).

Thanks to your defensive spells being disabled, you don't awake until you feel a silver blade pressing against your neck, drawing blood. Your eyes widen when you see the dark figure hovering above you.

Eve hasn't changed much - she still has the same long hair, the same light green eyes and the same, slightly maniac grin. 

You whimper slightly, eyes sliding towards the still sleeping form of your boyfriend beside you. 

Not Lou, please not Lou, don't kill Lou, you just think over and over again, your whole body beginning to tremble. 

Eve's grin widens. "Hello, daughter.", she hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragging you out of bed. You groan, suppressing a scream and closing your eyes.

You are prepared to die tonight. 

If you’re being honest, you have been kind of waiting for this to happen ever since your mother was shunned and exiled. All thanks to you.

You mean - you betrayed the woman who gave birth to you. 

You shunned her. 

Thanks to your betrayal, she had to leave her Coven and this city.

You know all this - and would do it again and again, to save your Elders and friends, to save your Coven as well as all the innocent humans your mother wanted to sacrifice in her maniac thirst for power.

Innocent humans like Lou.

"Let's take this outside.", you whisper, "Mother."

She raises one eyebrow. "Oh, because of your human pet?", she says wickedly, "Mhm, no, I don't think so."

With that, she pushes you from her, throwing you against the wall with the help of a spell, your head hitting the concrete with a dumb thud. 

You yelp in surprise and pain, not having anticipated her strength - where did she get all that power from? You were sure she lost most of it thanks to her being shunned and exiled by her Coven.

You fling one hand towards her, casting a silent spell, but she deflects it almost lazily. 

You feel a small trickle of blood running down your cheek, your head beginning to spin. Almost automatically, your eyes slide towards the bed, tears forming in your eyes.

It will be your fault if Lou dies tonight.

... Neither of you have noticed him waking up - his heart almost stopping when he takes in the scene in front of him.

Why is Nightbringer here? In your apartment? Why is she battling you - not him?

His shock lasts only for a few seconds though, before he jumps out of bed. He sees your eyes widen when they slide towards him, but he lays one finger on his lips, signaling you to keep silent.

"Please.", you whimper, not knowing if it's for him or the witch in front of you.

Thankfully, Lou has stored The Colt, given to him by his father and The Council just a few days ago, underneath your bed. He carefully reaches for it without making a sound, dark eyes trained on Nightbringer. You quickly look away from him and fling both hands out, your hair whipping around your head. 

„You were always weak, daughter.“, Eve - Nightbringer - says, lazily waving this spell away as well, „The only good thing about you was your gift of premonition - which you used against me. We could have shared the power I was searching for, Y/N. But you had to betray me.“ 

Silent tears slide down your cheeks, mixing with the blood from your wound. „I never wanted power, mother. And you betrayed me - us, first. Our Coven. How could you?“, you retort, trying to keep her attention on you so she won’t notice Lou silently loading his weapon. 

„Our Coven was weak. There’s so much more for us in this world - why do we hide from humans? Why do we cower in front of vampires and werewolves? The demons can provide us with so much more and all they want is some mere human blood in exchange for unlimited power.“

You choke. „Some mere human blood?! You killed 20 people! They had lives - they had families and jobs and-" 

Before you can continue, she waves her hands and your head begins to feel like its splitting in half; pain consumes your whole body.

This time, you can’t suppress the scream. 

Then, a shot rings through your apartment. 

The pain inside you stops and you fall to the floor, panting, vision blurry with unshed tears. 

Suddenly, Lou is beside you, talking to you, but you don’t register any of his words. 

You just stare at the woman - no, the body laying in front of you. Your mother’s light green eyes are open, but unable to see anymore. Blood pools around her body - oh God, so much blood.

„Y/N? Please, baby, look at me.“ 

You finally look up. „Who are you?“, you whisper, whole body trembling. 

That couldn’t have been an ordinary colt Lou used - knowing your mother, she had protective spells around her, a normal bullet wouldn’t have been able to pierce her shield.

Lou grimaces. „I could ask you the same.“, he simply retorts.

You gaze at one another, silent for a few seconds. 

„You’re a hunter.“, you finally say.

„And you’re a witch. You’re the daughter of Nightbringer.“

You shiver when you hear the name the stories have given your mother - you and your Coven always refused to use that name. Names have power, names spur fear.

„It’s not like I chose to be her daughter.“, you defend yourself immediately and Lou nods. 

„I never said you did. I heard what you said to her - I know you’re nothing like her.“

You release a deep sigh at that. „No, I’m definitely not. I was the one who betrayed her, after all.“, you mumble, glancing down at your hands. 

Red with the blood of your mother. 

There was no love left between you anymore - but still, she was the woman who gave birth to you. Who raised you, who made your favorite cake for birthdays and hung your silly paintings on the fridge. That was before she became crazy and power-hungry, before your father died and took a part of her with him. 

But still. 

She was your mother. 

You wipe away a lone tear running down your cheek, gazing back at Lou.

„What… what now?“, you ask in a small voice. 

He raises one hand, gently stroking your hair. „Let’s get you cleaned and stitched up. And then, I guess, we should talk.“

You bite your lip, nodding and closing your eyes for a second. „Sounds good to me.“

Three weeks later, you startle awake in the middle of the night, trembling and feeling sick to the stomach.

This time though, it’s not thanks to Youngbin calling you to him - this time it’s thanks to your constant nightmares, making you relive your last conversation with your mother as well as her gruesome death.

The bed beside you is empty.

Low murmuring can be heard from your bathroom; you quickly tiptoe towards it.

“What do you mean, you won’t be able to leave your apartment? The sun’s not even that strong at the moment.” Lou sounds annoyed and you knit your eyebrows together. 

What’s going on? Who is he talking to in the middle of the night? 

Your boyfriend sighs. “I’ll try and see what I can do. I’ll get back to you as soon as-" in that second, you open the door. 

He turns around, phone still in his hand. He immediately begins to softly smile at you. „Oh, hey babe. Why are you awake? Did I wake you?” 

You shake your head. „No… it was a nightmare again.“, you just mumble, hugging yourself tightly and choking on unshed tears. 

Lou takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss against your palm. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there in a second.” 

You gaze at him critically, before nodding and retreating towards your bed. You snuggle back into your blankets and pillows, waiting for Lou to join you. 

Just minutes later, he slips between the covers and pulls you against him, pressing light kisses against your cheeks, nose and finally, lips. 

„Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.“, he mumbles, warm breath fanning over your face, „But that was St. Van.“

You raise both eyebrows. „He didn’t catch the rogue yet.“, you say and Lou nods. 

„I know. He attacked a young woman and St. Van takes care of her now - he doesn’t want to leave her side. So I guess I’ll have text Inseong to take a look at the situation. He seemed to be very interested in the rogue vampire, last time I talked to him.“

You nod. „That sounds like a good idea. Do that, then.“

Lou smiles at you, his eyes forming little crescents. 

You pull him closer to you, kissing him softly.

„I’ll use my scrying glass tomorrow and see if I can locate the rogue.“, you say, when you break apart again.

Your boyfriend leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed. „Good idea. By the way... I was thinking about something… Do you think your Coven would be interested in starting some kind of... I don’t know, partnership with us, the hunters?”

You think about this for some seconds, before slowly nodding. „I would say so, yes. We’re a pretty young Coven and more open-minded than some of the older ones. I’ll definitely talk to Youngbin about it.“

Lou seems pleased. „And I’ll talk to The Council, I know he’ll listen to me. This could mark the beginning of a new chapter, you know?“

You smile. „Where the human and supernatural world stand side-by-side against evil forces.“, you say.

He smirks. „That sounds very dramatic. I like it.“

You giggle, kissing him again. „I’m a witch - we have a flair for the dramatics.“

„Oh, I know. That’s why I love you.“

You soften at that, blushing a bit. „Well, I love you, too. You’re actually pretty okay for a hunter.“

Lou huffs playfully. „First of all, I’m not okay, I’m amazing - at everything. And especially at being a hunter!“

You smirk. „Well, you didn’t find out about me being a witch until I was literally casting spells in front of you. I think that says a lot about your skills as a hunter, so-“

Before you can continue, he begins to tickle your sides, making you laugh.

„Say that I’m an amazing hunter!“, he threatens, not letting go of you, even though you’re gasping for breath.

You shake your head. 

„Say it!“

„NO! I’ll say that you’re an amazing boyfriend, though.“, you gasp out, finally making him stop his torture of you.

He actually blushes a bit, beginning to grin like an idiot. „Well, I’ll take what I can get.“

With that, he kisses you again.

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