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wordywarriorwrites · 5 years

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Chapter 7: Match

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Bucky had Steve locked up in one of their off-the-books houses, and though a big obstacle had been put out of commission, he hadn’t been able to breathe any easier.

They’d taken more than liberal shots across the bow at each other, and all they had to show for the eyebrow-raising, tongue-wagging spectacle was a crumpled-up plane ticket and a well-worn passport. The cellphone would’ve given them more, but the prisoner stubbornly refused to give up the password, and the encryption had proved impossible to crack.

Eventually, Bucky had been forced to accept that no amount of persuasion, gentle or otherwise, could break a man whose loyalty was unwavering, and now, he had a choice to make: either pursue reconciliation, release him, or put forward a motion to vote him out.

None of the options satisfied, because to Bucky, forgiveness felt like submission, letting him go looked like weakness, and banishment after the fact appeared petulant. What he really wanted to do was wash his hands of all of it and put Steve down like a rabid dog, but given the optics, Bucky knew such drastic measures wouldn’t have been well-received.

Conducting business often meant walking a fine line between discipline and diplomacy. Bucky’s ruthlessness may have gotten those who answered to him to straighten up and fall in line, but a Boss who always went for the jugular never stayed in power for long. Slitting Steve’s throat would give him peace of mind, but wouldn’t resolve the underlying problem, and therein lied the rub.

Since Steve had never once betrayed the Families confidences, his offenses, though frowned upon, had been viewed by the others as worthy of only a slap on the wrist. They wanted a conciliatory verdict and Bucky’s indecisiveness on the matter had been noticed.

With no end to the stalemate in sight, Natasha asked for permission to do what she did best – find the head of the snake and either cut it off or charm it. As there hadn’t been a suitable alternative, Bucky had granted her leave.

She’d had nothing but the plane ticket and passport to go on, but nevertheless, Natasha returned victorious a month later, and brought with her a proxy of the man Steve had been working for. The Families finally got their answers, and in addition, the representative for Nick Fury put forward a lucrative proposal – one that would merge their businesses and expand everyone’s horizons.

The Families had an unshakable foothold in the States. Nick’s team dominated the overseas market. Bucky and Fury would remain the respective leaders of their groups, but share territory, jobs, and information. Consolidation ensured survival, allowed them to expand their powerbases, and best of all, opened up untapped revenue streams.

Bucky had rather liked the idea, mostly because the possibilities seemed endless, but they wanted Steve released, and for him to be de-facto “ambassador” to both groups. To them, Steve was the optimal “bridge,” as he had a keen insight into both operations, and could be trusted to see to the best interest of both parties. Bucky hadn’t liked it, but since the proposal hinged upon certain concessions, they’d come to an arrangement.

The Families agreed to release Steve into the custody of the proxy, but to make sure nobody got any bright ideas, one of the cops they had on their payroll slapped an ankle monitor on him that tracked his every move. Both sides agreed it would be removed after the deal was done, and The Families would accept Steve’s new role in the organization so long as it proved beneficial.

A handshake put a temporary seal on things, and forty-eight hours later, Fury and his associates touched down in New York. The first gathering had been nothing more than a gracious, overtly formal meet-and-greet, and though it was clear neither party trusted the other, they were all looking toward the future, and wanted to make the arrangement work.

They broke bread later that evening, and after several days of negotiation, managed to reach an agreement that satisfied everyone. It had taken their lawyers almost a week, but they finally finished drawing up the paperwork, and it awaited their signatures.

When Bucky settled into bed the night before what would be the final sit down, he knew the next day would see him headed into uncharted territory, and the prospect both daunted and excited him. He didn’t open his eyes again until late afternoon, and if his cellphone hadn’t rung, he was sure he would have slept even longer.

Groggy and a bit disoriented, he rolled over, and retrieved his phone.

“Fury wants to chat before the dotted line is signed,” Natasha stated by way of greeting.

He sighed, tossed back the blankets, and got out of bed, “Should I be concerned?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted quietly.

Bucky frowned, stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Speaking privately with a rival before a deal was done wasn’t unheard of, but it wasn’t exactly standard operating procedure, either, and if he refused, it could be misconstrued as an insult.

Unwilling to risk the payday, he set aside his apprehension, and told Natasha to make the arrangements. After he ended the call, Bucky discarded his boxers, and stepped beneath the spray. The hot water helped clear the bleariness, but it did little to settle his racing thoughts.

The last meet was supposed to take place later in the evening. A tenable location had been selected by a neutral third party and neither group would be given the address until an hour beforehand. Security, which had been carefully selected and pre-approved, would be on-hand to make sure nobody brought weapons or uninvited guests. Their attorneys would be present as witnesses, and though no court would ever see the paperwork, it would be legally binding nonetheless.

Everything had been painstakingly planned and he disliked this last-minute request for a chat. He was sure the impromptu discussion would not be a pleasant one, and a few hours later, he was proven right.

Fury showed up at his penthouse with both Steve and Natasha in tow. A stiff, albeit polite greeting; drinks served; seats taken on opposite sides of the dining room table. The tense silence was broken when Nick sat forward and pointed his index finger, first in Steve’s direction, and then, toward Bucky.

“Is this going to be a problem?” he asked.

Bucky arched an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

“We’re about to build a bridge and I don’t want anyone to be apprehensive about crossing it,” Fury went on bluntly. “So, I need to know – can I trust you both to let it go?”

The question and what it insinuated was an affront, but not wholly inappropriate, and if the situation had been reversed, Bucky would’ve wondered the same. After all, he and Steve weren’t just two men on the outs who had found themselves on opposing sides. They had a lifetime of unspoken, unaddressed issues between them, but Bucky had chosen to set it aside because it was what was best for the Families and for business.

He’d traded personal animosity for profit, previously asserted the past would remain in the past, and conceded Steve was and would continue to be off-limits. He was poised to reiterate his position on the matter, but when he observed the cagey, hardened expression on Nick’s face, he suddenly understood why the man had wanted to meet at the eleventh hour. If Fury was inquiring about matters that had already put to rest, he wasn’t really on board, and the reason was so glaringly obvious that Bucky felt rather stupid for not seeing it sooner.

He’d done his homework and knew Fury was not a sentimental man. He had a history of plugging potential leaks with bullets and did so ruthlessly without qualm. The fact that his organization had gone through so much trouble to secure Steve’s release, instead of seeing him silenced, meant he was far more valuable than Bucky originally thought. He knew the two men weren’t sleeping together, which ruled out love as a reason, and that left Bucky with only one, viable conclusion.

The idea of a peaceful union most likely had not come from the man in charge; if that was the case, it meant Nick’s own people may have shifted their allegiance, and that explained why Steve hadn’t been present to provide his input during in their initial meetings. He’d been made a glorified babysitter because he had somehow threatened Nick’s authority; he knew too much, but was too well-liked to be eliminated, and therefore, needed to be kept out of sight and out of mind.

Given Steve’s propensity for honesty, he’d also likely disclosed that he and Bucky had been more than friends. Fury wanted them to be cordial, but didn’t want them to get too close, or rekindle the past. If they still had feelings for each other, or ever decided to rejoin forces, there would be a shift in the balance of power, and that would be disastrous for Fury.

The word coup sprang to mind and fuck if it didn’t make Bucky hard just thinking about it…

“Well?” Nick prompted impatiently.

Pulled out of his thoughts, Bucky cleared his throat, and leveled Fury with a hard stare.

“Steve Rogers is a business associate and nothing more,” he asserted lowly. “And I will not repeat myself on this matter ever again. Is that understood?”

Before Fury could offer up an agreement or speak another word, Bucky polished off his drink, pushed back his chair, and got to his feet. It was his way of silently declaring the conversation was over, and Fury had little choice but follow suit, or else risk being seen as issuing further insult.

Nick promptly stood and extended his hand, “I meant no disrespect.”

“I took no offense,” Bucky lied smoothly as they shook. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few more things to attend to before this evening. Natasha will see you out.”

They parted ways, and just after sunset, they met again for what Bucky hoped would be the final time. Everyone put pen to paper, Steve included, and right afterward, Fury and the rest of his crew promptly departed for the airport. With the deal done, the ankle monitor was removed, and though Steve had been invited to celebrate with the Families, he’d declined, and that hadn’t surprised Bucky in the slightest.

Good food, top-shelf booze, and a windfall the likes of which the Families had never seen before had erased any and all doubts. Bucky was congratulated for the accomplishment and many hours of partying and back-slapping passed before he made it home again.

When he arrived back at the penthouse, Natasha was standing just outside his door, and had a bottle of Cristal in each hand. After the corks were popped, they settled down side-by-side on the couch, and enjoyed the obscenely expensive bubbly sans flutes.

“To a job well done,” Bucky toasted.

“I’ll drink to that,” Natasha sighed as she kicked off her heels,

“You need to take some time off,” he insisted. “And when you return, we’ll discuss the future.”

She giggled and shook her head, “The ink hasn’t even dried, and you’re already planning a takedown, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“You play a dangerous game, Boss.”

Bucky chuckled and tapped the neck of his champagne bottle lightly against hers, “Yes, and in this game, it’s winner-take-fuckin’-all.”

Chapter 8: The Fall

Everything: @jennmurawski13 @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety @captain-rogers-beard @lilliannaansalla

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nochuobsessed · 6 years

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Bite Me || Pt 03

Bite Me Masterlist

Word Count: 3.7k

Groups: BTS, Got7, NCT, Twice, Red Velvet

Au: Supernatural

Pairing: Werewolf!Yoongi x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: Gore, Smut, Supernatural Creatures

The sound of a shower running woke you up. You stretched your body, your hand reaching out to try to pat Dracula.

Then you remembered you had stayed with Yoongi. You had both fallen asleep, bodies pressed together as you became your most vulnerable.

You smiled softly, touching your neck where love bites covered up your vampire scar. You had not slept as well as you did last night since you were human. It was a welcomed change.

You suddenly felt lonely. You knew Yoongi was in the ensuite a few steps away, but your body longed for him. You stood up, yawning as you walked to the bathroom, eager to see him again. You let your silk robe fall to the floor, opening the shower door and standing behind Yoongi.

“Morning,” He said lazily, as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. He turned around in your embrace, hugging you tightly to his chest.

“This is oddly domestic,” you whispered, as the hot water started falling on the both of you.

His chest vibrated as he chuckled, “I like it.”

You sighed, the water only making you sleepier. You finally broke apart from Yoongi long enough to grab the body wash provided by the hotel. You squirted some into your hand, and began rubbing Yoongi’s chest with it. He breathed into your touch; everywhere your fingers touched leaving a burning passion behind. Yoongi thought you were breathtaking. Messy bun, tired eyes, pale skin. You could be dead and you would still be beautiful to him.

Then he remembered you were actually dead.

He took the body wash from you, washing your body as you had done for him. He loved the feeling of your skin. So soft under his fingertips. Little did he know that the burning feeling he felt under your touch, was the same for you. You loved it, his hands massaging your body. You smirked when he reached your breasts, taking his time to really clean his favourite body part. Your mind started wandering, as did your hands. You trailed them down his chest, reaching his toned, but not too defined tummy. You tilted your head in feigned innocence as you got on your knees, licking a stripe across the bottom of his balls, keeping perfect eye contact with the alpha.

“What are you doing?” He asked, groaning and throwing his head back to the ceiling. Whatever you were doing, he didn’t want you to stop.

“I thought it was pretty obvious,” You said, using yourtongue to lead you to his slit, his cock growing harder by the second.

For werewolves and vampires, every emotion was enhanced. Grief, anger, and of course, arousal. One gentle touch in the nether region could start a full-blown erection, and a need for relief.

Which you were more than happy to provide.

“Just like that sweetheart,” Yoongi said, as you kitten licked his slit, catching the small bead of pre-cum. His wolf instincts were going crazy. He had never met someone that satiated his needs so well, sexual and emotional. You were perfect.

You kissed the head of his cock, letting an inch enter your mouth, and pulling off with a pop. You moved your hand up and down his shaft, waiting for his next move, “Yoongi, do you want to throat-fuck me?”

Yoongi growled lowly. You had basically handed him the dominate position, and he intended to use every bit of it.

“I thought you’d never ask,” He growled, a wet hand grabbing ahold of your head, “Double-tap my thigh if you want me to stop.”

You nodded, hollowing out your cheeks and swallowing his length, letting yourself become a fuck toy for him. You wanted to taste his cock, taste his cum. To feel his cum trickling down your throat as he groans in pleasure.

And that was exactly what you would make happen.

Once you had shown you could take all of him, he started to move your head, your nose hitting his skin with every bob of your head. He grunted, feeling his member reach the back of your throat. If it were anyone else, he would have been gentle. However, with you, he lost all sense of control. He felt like he knew your limits, he knew your body, even when you had only met days ago.

“Is this what you like, sweetheart?” Yoongi said, poking his tongue out to wet his lips, his speed picking up, “Choking on my cock? You own this cock baby, only you.”

Yoongi didn’t understand the words coming out of his mouth, but they felt so right. You on the other hand, were too busy stopping the tears in your eyes from falling, your arousal going up with every thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum if you do that again,” Yoongi said in response to you swallowing around his member. His thrusts became frantic in an erratic pace, finally releasing his seed into your throat. You swallowed again, making sure none of it was left, before catching your breath. He helped you stand up, grabbing the body wash once again and lathering it on your body.

You had both finished getting dressed back into the previous day’s clothes. Neither of you had expected to stay the night, so that would have to do.

“You have a flight to catch, right?” Yoongi asked, standing up as he put his hoodie back on.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Yoongi chuckled, “You told me you have a flight back to Incheon today.” He walked forward towards you, not touching you, “Too bad. We could have made this a regular thing.”

You gasped, stepping away from him and grabbing your handbag, “Right, yes, how could I forget.”

Yoongi sighed breathlessly, watching yo9u with amusement in his eyes, “We should at least exchange numbers. Who knows, maybe we’ll end up in the same town again.”

You smiled awkwardly, silently hoping that he could just treat this as a two-night stand, “Sure.”

He gave you his phone, and you entered your number, before backspacing and entering in a rejection hotline instead.

“Text me later,” You said, taking one last look at him, “This was fun, but I’ll be late.”

“Travel safely,” He said, giving you a small smile, “Until next time.”

You left the room, closing the door behind you. You opened the door to the stairway exit, using your vampire speed to leave the hotel in seconds. It was midday, but you didn’t feel like going home just yet.

You walked to a café, ordering your coffee and sitting down in one of the booths. You started to think, about Yoongi, and why you felt so out of place after leaving him in the hotel. You were determined to get your mind off him, trying to focus on your coffee and listening into people’s conversations.

Eventually you turned on your phone, but stopped, after feeling guilty that you had given him a rejection hotline.

Taking the last sip of your coffee, you started to feel a weird sensation in your stomach, and you quickly ran to the toilet, emptying your stomach of its contents, which was only coffee.

You sat down on the white tiles, wiping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper, leaning your head against the cubicle door.

Your mind went straight back to Yoongi. Why were you so obsessed with man you met two days ago? It was not as if you could end up together. It wouldn’t work out. A vampire and a werewolf. It was unheard of for a reason.

But back at the hotel, Yoongi had just received a text back from the rejection line, feeling his happy aura fall. He sat back down on the bed, holding his head in his hands.

“She’s my mate.”

You arrived home an hour later, praying to whatever God was out there, that you wouldn’t come face to face with your brother. You entered the dark house, only to run into Wendy.

“Last night’s dress?” Wendy laughed, patting your shoulder, “At least you showered.”

“I told him I live in Incheon,” You said, smirking slightly, “Then I gave him the rejection hotlines number instead of mine. No strings attached.”

Wendy smiled, “The only strings you want is your bloodsingers. Until then, one or two night stands are perfectly acceptable for a 63 year-old.”

You groaned, “You make me sound so old.”

Wendy winked at you, her long black hair tied up in a cute bun, “You are old. Nice hickey’s, by the way.”

You quickly covered your neck with your hand, blushing slightly before shaking your head, “And where are you off to?”

Wendy smiled, “I’m going to get more supplies. There’s a powerful full moon coming soon, and your brother thought it would be fun to play a few,” she paused, and looking down, “Tricks, on the wolves. We have no choice but to participate in this war he’s created.”

You shrugged, “The werewolves aren’t even that bad.”

“You’re only saying that because you slept with one,” Wendy said nonchalantly, raising her eyebrows at you, “The others kept complaining of the smell of dog. You’re the only one that would do it.”

You pouted, “I’m going to get changed. Have fun getting your potions.”

Wendy scoffed, calling out after you, “They’re not potions!”

Walking up the stairs, you rolled your eyes, being able to hear the faint moans from Namjoon and Yeri’s room. You fake gagged, seeing as it was your brother and all, before hurrying to your room, eager to get out of the dress.

After getting into sweats, you walked downstairs, seeing Momo and Jin in a hushed conversation.

“Y/N,” Momo said, smiling sleepily at you, “You didn’t come home last night?”

You looked around the room awkwardly, “Walk of shame.”

Jin walked over to you, handing you a piece of paper, “You haven’t seen this yet, I think you should read it.”

You recognized the symbol on the front, but not quite knowing where from. Your eyes widened when you read what had been written, looking frantically to the senior vampires in front of you, “Keep your seventh close, or we’ll take her? Who are they referring to?”

“You.”

You turned around at your older brothers voice, with Yeri following behind him, wearing one of his forest green hoodies. She waved shyly at you, knowing that everyone could smell the sex in the air.

“Me? How is it me?” You asked, watching as Hoseok entered the room and sat on the couch, “It could be anyone!”

Namjoon shook his head, Yeri moving forward to snuggle into his side, “No one in Greyrose knows about you. You are the mystery sister. They want you to get back at us. But they don’t know your name, or what you look like.”

You nodded, your mind going back to your conversation with Taehyung the day before, “Taehyung, the siren mated to a Greyrose wolf, told me they were looking for me. I guess they’re pretty serious.”

Namjoon bit his lip, a nervous habit of his that he had had since he was young. He looked to you, “Y/N, you won’t like this, but don’t leave the house until we end this. We’ll try to make peace, but we can’t have you get hurt.”

You nodded, thinking that this way if Yoongi is from around here, he wouldn’t catch a whiff of your scent, “Compel a few humans for me at least. A girls gotta eat, vampire or not.”

Namjoon sighed in relief, “Thank you. I know you don’t like being held here but it’s to keep you safe.”

You and Namjoon had 63 years of history together. You grew up in Sangdo-dong, a small village back in the 50’s. You were both happy children, until your brother faked his death. Word of his apparent suicide had spread through the village, with his girlfriend’s suicide soon after. You became depressed, eventually trying to end your own life. Another vampire turned you after you blacked out, and you somehow found your brother and his girlfriend, now wife, as vampires too.

Namjoon always felt bad about faking his death, even more so when he found out it resulted in your attempt too. Which brought you to now, 45, years later.

No matter how old you got, he would treat you like his baby sister. Understandable from his point of view, but annoying from yours.

Nevertheless, you were grateful to have your brother, your family.

“You fed a few days ago right?” Yeri asked, “Joon and I will go and feed, and then send some people your way.”

You smirked, “That will be most helpful. All males, please?”

Your brother glared at you, whilst Yeri and Momo giggled, earning unimpressed looks from their respective husbands.

“Question,” Hoseok asked, stepping towards you, “What exactly do you plan to do with your meals?”

Wine, blood, and early 2000’s music filled the room. You were currently making out with one of your meals, also known as Taeyong. His hands were around your waist as you straddled him, your lips leaving his to go to his neck, your fangs piercing through his delicate skin. He groaned, whether it be from pain or pleasure you didn’t care. His blood was salty and bitter, the light liquid replenishing your lost energy over the past few days.

You broke away from his neck, your hand moving to caress his red dyed hair as you kissed him sloppily, “Such visuals. You should join a boy group.’

Taeyong smirked, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass, “But then I wouldn’t have time for this.”

You sighed, your thumb tracing over his bottom lip, “If only you weren’t compelled to enjoy being fed from. Now where’s the other?”

You turned around in Taeyong’s lap, your back pressed against his chest, “Doyoung?”

The black haired man stood up from the other couch, putting down his glass of scotch and getting on his knees in front of you. You spread your legs, grinding your hips down on Taeyong’s crotch. Doyoungs hands rested on your thighs, as your hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him deeply. Like before, you worked your way to his neck, your fangs working their way to the vein, letting the sweeter tasting blood trickle down your throat. You threw your head back, leaning on Taeyongs shoulder, “I am most pleasantly satisfied boys.”

But back at the Greyrose mansion, someone was not satisfied.

Yoongi could feel that his mate was with someone else. If he wasn’t wrong, two someone ‘s were enjoying your company in the way only he should.

He felt pain in his heart, not only from being away from you, but from knowing that someone else’s lips touched yours. He gathered that you wouldn’t choose other supernatural’s, knowing that they would be able to smell him on you.

“Hello? Earth to Yoongi?”

The alpha snapped out of his catatonic phase, rubbing his eyes and looking up at the older werewolf, “Irene.”

“You don’t seem like yourself,” She said, sitting down next to him on his bed, “You seem, sad, or let down.”

“Both,” He answered, shrugging his shoulders, “I let myself down, and then someone else let me down.”

Irene looked to her alpha questionably, “What do you mean? Has this got anything to do with the vampire you’ve been sleeping with?”

Yoongi snapped his head towards Irene, “Does everyone know?”

“You smell like blood,” Irene pointed out, chuckling quietly, “We all know the only creatures that smell of pure iron is Vampires. That and the bite marks and hickeys on your neck, and who knows where else.”

Yoongi bit his lip as his mind drifted back to you, your body on his, your eyes switching back and forth from your beautiful natural colour, to the pitch black of your dark side. Irene could see the lust evident on his face, lust for someone only he knew.

“Why are you so hung up on her?” Irene asked, “Did she compel you-“

“She’s my mate,” Yoongi confessed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, “However, she’s being… intimate with two others at the moment.”

Irene looked to him in pity, “You can tell without having marked her?” She looked down when Yoongi nodded sadly. To see her alpha break because of a vampire, his mate no less, was hard. He was usually so strong, the strongest alpha she’d ever heard of. But here he was, reduced to a mess.

“She doesn’t know,” Yoongi said, “She knows something is up, but not that she’s my mate. If she knew she wouldn’t-“

“You don’t have to mate her,” Irene said, “You could mate anyone. Just because the universe thinks that you two are perfect for each other, doesn’t mean you are.”

Yoongi felt anger run though his veins, “Don’t say anything against her or I will end you.”

Irene froze, before nodding, “I will leave you. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. I hope for your sake it is.”

Irene left Yoongi’s room, leaving the Alpha to himself once more. He stopped thinking, and instead tried to focus on the conversations around the manor. He shot up in bed when he heard what the pack Maknae’s were talking about.

“Are you sure it’s her?”

“She’s in a photo with Namjoon, and captioned it, my big brother. Who else would it be?”

Yoongi walked down the stairs, eager to know what the youngest wolves were raving about.

“Hyung, we found her.”

“Who?” Yoongi asked, sitting down on one of the barstools in the kitchen. Mark had entered the room too, bowing to his alpha before sitting down next to him.

“The sister,” Jungkook said, smirking smugly, “Yugyeom, Bambam and I are gonna go get her in a bit. Thought you might want to know more about her before we vampire-nap her.”

Yoongi chuckled, a smirk growing on his face, “I don’t care. I just want to throw it in Namjoon’s face that we have his sister. Go get her, and bring her back to the cellar. We’ll go from there.”

Jungkook nodded, “We’ll be back in an hour.”

He ran out of the house, eager to join his friends. Yoongi was impressed, they were able to find the bitch in only a few days. He was looking forward to taking away the one thing Namjoon wouldn’t be prepared for. His baby sister.

Hours later you were trying to figure out how to get rid of Taeyong and Doyoung, who had now both passed out in your living room, much to Jin’s dismay. Blood stained the rug that had already been replaced five times in the past year, and you were sure you’d have to go shopping to buy yet another.

You turned on your phone, raising your eyebrows in surprise at the message you’d received.

Come to the lake! We have exciting news!

You smiled, looking around the room quickly before standing up and grabbing your leather jacket. You took a quick look in the mirror, wiping off the remaining blood on your face, before quickly leaving the house.

You strolled done the path that led to the Siren Lake, humming a random tune you couldn’t put a name on. The sun was setting, the rays of light sneaking through the dark pine trees, giving the forest the minimum amount of light needed.

As you got closer to the lake, you couldn’t help but notice that something was off. You felt too aware of everything, and you knew that meant danger. But being a Vampire, you ignored it as best as you could.

You felt three extra presences in the area. You stopped when the lake was just in sight, sigh annoyingly.

“The sirens didn’t send the message, did they?” You called out, tapping your foot on the ground. Three sets of footsteps surrounded you, and the smell of wet dog filled the air.

“Glad to know you’re not dumb,” a well-built black haired man said. He didn’t look very old, you guessed his age was set at 18.

“Living for 63 years makes me smarter than the average mutt,” You hiss, glaring at the three wolves in front of you.

The pale blue haired man with piercing eyes growled in response, “Bloodsuckers like you are easy to get rid of. You’re all talk.”

You scoffed, “Bloodsucker is a derogatory term. Didn’t they teach you that in puppy school?”

The youngest one growled as well, his face flawless, except for the canine teeth that were growing, “You should stop talking.”

You cracked your neck, looking back at them with your face changed to your vampire form. Your voice was low and deafening, “Try me.”

The blue haired one ran at you first, his hand coming out to grab yours. You dodged him, flipping him over, making him hit the ground with a loud thud. He tried to get back up, but you put a heeled foot on his chest, making sure to break the skin with your boot stiletto. The youngest one flashed his golden eyes, running at you with a loud growl. You both bared your teeth as you blocked his attacks, but he was blocking yours too. You grabbed his arm, pulling it towards you and sinking your teeth into his wrist, making the young werewolf scream out in pain. The last wolf walked towards you slowly, stretching his muscles as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m all talk huh?” You laughed, quirking your eyebrows at the wolf, who was a third of your age, “Respect your elders.”

“Kim Y/N, younger sister to Kim Namjoon. Youngest in Celestial by age turned.”

You pressed your lips together, “Glad to know I have a stalker. And who are you, may I ask?”

“Jeon Jungkook, Greyrose Beta. You’re gonna be seeing me a lot from now on.”

You scoffed, “You’re not beating me.”

Your laugh died when you felt a sharp pain in your neck. A snap, a crack, and you were out like a light.

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FAQ Fics: Rare Pairs

Hot Mess by SaintDionysus - E, 6 chapters - Adulthood has everyone engaged to be married and preparing for the next stage of life, but is everyone done sowing their oats? All it takes is a night out to realize settling down may not be the best idea…

Seven Times By: kerriclifford240879 - M, 7 chapters - Seven times can mean a lifetime of change.

Reunions - RZZMG - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger’s 10th Hogwart’s Reunion turns into the hottest night of her life as Draco Malfoy challenges her to a drinking game!

Phoenix and Dragon By: KeepCalmLoveSeverus - K+, WIP - Some things change during a war, and some stay the same. Hermione may change more AFTER than anyone expects. Pureblood!Hermione, Dramione, EWE

Pavlova - dormiensa - T, 3 chapters - Conditioned as they all have been to gaining as many points as possible for their Houses, Hermione and her friends can’t help but partake in another competition. This time, it involves training their significant others.

Questions of Science - Countess of Abe - M, 18 chapters - Hermione is living a content life working at St. Mungo’s when an unexpected assignment from the chief of medicine sends her to the home of Draco Malfoy. What will happen to the pragmatic brunette as she explores what science cannot answer?

Can We Make It By: JenJenSon - M, 24 chapters, Words: 72, 050 - The trio is going back to Hogwarts to complete their 7th year after the final battle. Unfortunately the Ministry have decided to employ a Marriage Law and their lives are thrown off course again… 1st fic so give it a chance. Lemons/EWE/VERY OOC,NO DRAMA

Becoming Mrs Malfoy - rumaan - T, 27 chapters - A curse has been revealed affecting both Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Ministry of Magic has to act and enforces a marriage law. Hermione is paired with Malfoy but the Ministry will have to drag her dead body up the aisle before she marries him EWE AU

Snowblind - Ing - T, 8 chapters - Harry had asked her to meet him and his girlfriend to get to know her better, but there had been no warning that any member of the Malfoy family would be tagging along. Quite frankly, it made Hermione want to jump up and sprint down Diagon Alley.

Unity By: PalmettoBlue - M, 22 chapters - Follows our favorites in the 8th year & Marriage law. “Don’t you get it, Granger? We will belong to each other.” EWE. Disclaimer: I don’t own anything related to the HP universe.

Love Is Worth Forgiving For By: arielx - M, 16 chapters, Words: 65,308 - *COMPLETE!* It’s been 11 years, and no one has heard from the former head girl. Draco made a terrible mistake, and pays for it every day. Written PRE OotP.

Murder at Malfoy Manor by cleotheo. - T, 13 chapters - When Lucius Malfoy is found dead during a New Year’s Eve party suspicion immediately falls on the three people he was heard arguing with over the course of the night. Is the killer his loving wife, Narcissa? His stubborn son, Draco? Or his son’s feisty fiancé, Hermione Granger? Or was there someone else with murder in mind lurking in the shadows of the Manor?

Witch Hunt by BonaFake - T, 4 chapters - Draco will do whatever she wants him to do. If she wants him to recruit an entire army or raze Rome in a day, he’d do it without question. He would swear his life to her if she asked. DM/HG.

Ain’t it Grand - pokeystar, T, oneshot - He squeezed Granger’s hand. It trembled in response. “Run!” he whispered.

Future Adventures - cleotheo - M, 11 chapters - During a joint Potions/Charms lesson, Draco is accidentally given an overdose of a potion that will allow him to experience time in the future. During his time in the future he sees plenty of unexpected things, but will he like how his life is going to turn out?

The Brightest Black by Enigmaticrose4 - M, WIP - On that fateful Halloween night Bellatrix Lestrange decided to sate her bloodlust on an innocent muggleborn family. Life is never again the same for the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. - Dramione AU

How to Win Friends and Influence People by olivieblake - M, WIP - After the war, Hermione discovered she liked to break things; bones, specifically. Similarly, Draco, whose life had crumbled to rubble, became fascinated with explosives. Dramione, post-war, espionage AU.

Ride or Die by olivieblake - E, 29 chapters - The Death Eaters are an outlaw motorcycle club run by Tom Riddle, a notoriously ruthless leader who works the brotherhood into high stakes criminal activity after the death of their previous president. Draco Malfoy is heir to the throne, but his life abruptly changes when fate lands him in the hands of a young doctor. Dramione, muggle AU. COMPLETE.

Broken Wish by So_Malfoy - 15+, one-shot - 'Do not pain me so, for it is only you who cannot see the love I feel for you...' After the war has ended, have things changed? Or has the pain increased? This is the story of three young hearts, their emotions, their passions, and finally, their tragedy. 'For neither could deny nor not see what all the wile was not meant to be..."Thanx to Samhaina for the amazing banner! I'd like to thank every one who voted! Broken Wish won first place for most heart-wrenching story at the dramione awards!

Carpe Diem - themafloys - E, WIP - The war is over and a new school year is beginning. Everyone has to learn how to live again.

Boggart - Flightglow32 - E, WIP - Returning eighth year students have to face a boggart again. Hermione deals with the fallout of her boggart. Being looked after by the slytherin eighth years has far reaching consequences for her friends. Draco/Hermione, Blaise/Harry/Ginny, Theo/Neville pairings. Slow burn with later smut.

Don't Take This Sinner - hexmionegranger - E, 25 chapters - Hermione Granger couldn’t help but think that no matter how difficult they had all figured rebuilding their society would be, no one was expecting anything quite like this. It was another stark reminder that just when things were finally starting to level out, they would never truly have peace and stability. Her entire life in the magical world had been full of shocks and stumbles, and this one seemed like the biggest of them all.A post-war Dramione marriage law fic... with a twist!

After All This Time By: ElleMartin - M, WIP - Hermione is a forty-two year old divorced workaholic. Tired of being raked through the mud in the Prophet's gossip columns, she decides that it's time to make some new headlines at the 25th Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. But will a chance encounter in the prefect carriage on the Hogwarts Express derail her plans? Slow-burn Dramione.

Kiss, With Tongue by tamlane - NC-17, 10 Chapters - Frustrated with the male propensity to ‘shag and run,’ the girls engage in a contest to see who can go the farthest by Valentine’s Day without going all the way. But perhaps they should have chosen their partners more carefully….

Heavy Lies the Crown by floorcoaster – Rated M, 36 chapters - Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. // For seven years, Draco has carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and just when he thinks he’ll be released, something happens that will make him seek help from the last person he could have imagined.

Charmed to You By: CJRed - M, 36 chapters - Hermione comes up with a charm that allows for ‘bonded soul’ matches, something that has been unheard of for generations. The charm changes the marriage game, but what will Hermione do when her own magic matches her with none other than Draco Malfoy? Disregards Epilogue. Fluff and Lemons. Unique pairings. Complete.

Internal Yearning By: LittleLowe - M, 28 chapters - As if becoming a Veela wasn't bad enough, he had to go and find out his mate was one Hermione Granger. Merlin, he was in for a rough year at Hogwarts.

Nightmares and Nocturnes By: olivieblake - M, WIP - A story per night to save her life. Dramione, dystopian post-war AU.

Laws and Love by NJ Coffee Queen - T, 15 Chapters - With the repeal of the Marriage Law, Draco and Hermione reexamine their life together.

As If Anyone Had Any Doubts by ScarletDeva - G, one shot - Draco Malfoy is having a rotten, bad, no good day. When he ends up getting advice from a ghost, does that make a difference?

Say You Won’t Let Go by ElleMalfoy65 - M, WIP - Draco has wanted Hermione for a long time, just never wanted to admit it. When Hermione catches Ron in bed with another woman, will Draco finally get his chance? Can he respect her wishes unlike Ron

A Change Of Plans - Dustmites - M, 28 chapters - Sometimes things change and it can throw your entire life plan off track. That certainly happened to Hermione Granger, and now she finds herself living in the muggle world once again. But what happens when she runs into an old ‘friend?

Crimson with a Silver Lining - Lady Cailan - M, 77 chapters - It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny’s daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.

Chain Lighting - y3llowdaisi3s - R, one-shot - The Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess didn’t know that their actions would start a chain of curses that would change Hogwarts forever.

Forge - dormiensa - T, 15 chapters - Narcissa is tired of her son’s playboying ways and has enlisted Hermione to help break him of his habits.

Dreaming of Spires By: mildred meadowlark - M, WIP - A reclusive Draco Malfoy, barely-recovered from the war, stumbles across Hermione Granger in Oxford, surrounded by books and spires. When he realizes that she has no memories of her life as a witch, he finds himself promising to see her memories restored and her life returned to her. DRAMIONE - EWE - DM/HG - Rated M, just to be sure. Slow burn.

The Good Girl By: attica - M, 12 chapters - [COMPLETE!] He was a tornado and all she wanted to do was plant her feet down and grow roots. Draco/Hermione.

Draco Malfoy's Law of Dynamic Negatives By: Ally147 - M, one-shot - It's just Draco Malfoy's rotten, dumb luck that he'd fall in love with one woman while engaged to another… D/Hr, Post-Hogwarts AU, EWE. Written for the 2015 Dramione Duet.

Better Off Forgotten By: Delancey654 - M, 51 chapters - The Light side won the battle but lost the war. By Ministry decree, all Mudbloods have been Obliviated and "repatriated" to the Muggle world. When Draco Malfoy seeks out Hermione Granger, he wants only one thing . . . but gets far more. HG/DM, KB/MF, CC/TN.

Nightmares and Nocturnes by olivieblake - E, WIP - A story per night to save her life. Dramione, dystopian post-war AU.

Carry On Hermione By: strawberry explosion - M, WIP - Hermione is a Veela. Draco is her mate. Welp, it's time to drown in booze and carry on with her life. That pale haired elitist surely won't mate with a mudblood like her. Warning: Depicts your favorite characters as adults in their 20s.

Soul Scars By: ShayaLonnie - M, 21 chapters - "Scars can come in handy." — Magic gives the gift of a soulmate. Separated by war, alliances, beliefs, and blood, but connected by skin. What if you shared the scars of the person that magic has given you? What if you really, really wished that you didn't?

The Green Games By: Frostfoot-Dreamleaf - T, WIP - When Harry was 13, he took a group of people against Voldemort and failed. As punishment, Voldemort made the Green Games and forced Harry and his friends to fight against each other. Five years later, it's still happening and Hermione ends up as a tribute. Draco is acting suspiciously un-Slytherin and she's not sure she can trust him, but she doesn't have a choice.

Thanks to all those who helped!

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As Suspect Press shuts down, are Colorado’s other free, indie magazines in danger of disappearing?

The final issue of Suspect Press, photographed at City O’ City in Denver. (Beth Rankin, The Denver Post)The website for Suspect Press, a seven-year-old Denver literary and art magazine, confronts readers with a stark yet familiar proclamation.

“PRINT’S NOT DEAD,” it states just under its digital masthead, and in relation to its Summer 2020 issue — the magazine’s 26th overall.

Just beneath that, however, is a letter from editor-in-chief Amanda E.K.

“We all know nothing lasts forever — especially not in 2020 — and we at Suspect Press have made the decision, after 7 years strong, to go another direction,” she wrote. “This is the last issue you’ll hold of this version of the magazine before we go into hiatus. Then, when the time is right, our art director Lonnie MF Allen will introduce you to a new draft of Suspect.”

But it wasn’t just the pandemic that did it in.

“We knew already a year ago that our Meow Wolf contract was running out,” E.K. said over the phone. “We were like, ‘What’s going to come next? We could look for grants and investors, keep talking with Meow Wolf, or become a nonprofit.’ We already knew we were going to be struggling in 2020.”

In fact, the $125,000 grant from Meow Wolf — Santa Fe’s buzzy art-and-entertainment company that’s planning to open a Denver location next year — was originally set to run out this week. But having laid off half its staff earlier this year, Meow Wolf ended that contract two months early, E.K. said.

“We used their money to help build our book-publishing business, pay salaries and make this a full-time gig,” E.K. said. “That was extremely exciting.”

With an average, pre-coronavirus distribution of 5,000 copies at more than 300 metro-area locations, Suspect Press looked like a success story amid Colorado’s boom-and-bust publishing scene. Even with the decline of traditional media and the rise of multiple digital-news startups, the Front Range has always boasted a panoply of free, arts-and-culture-focused print magazines that can be picked up at book stores, coffee shops, dispensaries, liquor stores, music venues, bars and restaurants.

Suspect Press editor-in-chief Amanda E.K., left, and former editor Josiah Hesse in a photo shoot for Out Front Colorado — another free, independent print magazine in the metro area. (Veronica L. Holyfield, provided by Suspect Press)”Cool, free, arty zines and publications like that — they’re always a struggle,” said Patricia Calhoun, founder and editor of Westword, Denver’s alternative newsweekly that often sits near these free, local magazines. “They’re usually labors of love. People do things like Suspect Press because they believe in them, not because they’re going to make money.”

Some independent magazines do, however. While Suspect Press was a black-and-white newsprint publication, Denver’s monthly magazine Birdy is a sturdy, full-color art concern that has recently expanded to Los Angeles. The Rooster, a college-aiming magazine based in Longmont, runs more like a national glossy, with copious ads, happy hour guides and other millennial-targeting content.

Edible, which expanded from Colorado Springs to Boulder, Denver and Fort Collins earlier this year, tells stories of the people behind the food we eat. The Marquee, a free, Boulder-based print magazine distributed to more than 30 locations since 2013, has filled in the gap of major-market publications’ coverage since investments in music journalism have dropped in recent years.

The Rooster, a free monthly magazine that’s delivered at drop spots around the Front Range, bills itself as “a magazine that allows you to relax and fully engross yourself in a humorous and provocative editorial journey that won’t drain, but enlighten and excite.” (Beth Rankin, The Denver Post)All of these magazines have wildly different revenue models, goals and character, their publishers are quick to point out. But what they share goes beyond their free-to-take print models.

Plummeting or nonexistent ad revenue, hobbled distribution and overlapping national crises have forced them to consider what these labors of love are really worth, and how long they can be sustained. Owing to their print focus, most of the aforementioned titles had little to no online presence before the pandemic. They’re now scrambling to beef it up amid the overall trend toward virtual life.

That makes free, local, indie print magazines even more meaningful, publishers say, particularly as otherwise mundane, face-to-face experiences — from school lessons to doctor’s appointments — are increasingly conducted digitally. Despite the high costs of paper and ink, and the newly complicated business of distribution, there’s no substitute for the sense of community they encourage.

Ashley Kirkovich took over Edible Denver in January and released her first, retooled print issue in March. (Provided by Edible Denver)”Print is also a break from modern life,” said Simon Berger, founder of The Rooster. “It gives you a moment to step back from the overwhelming bombardment of technology and control your pace of information. There’s a novelty and nostalgia to it, but it really is a reprieve from your phone.”

The Rooster, which Berger launched in 2008, was one of Colorado’s first publications to openly accept medical-marijuana dispensary advertising (and, eventually, recreational ads) starting in 2010. While dollars from that green tide have seemingly lifted all publications in Colorado, Berger knew he had to diversify to keep his core print business afloat.

In addition to locking down big sponsors such as Kroenke Sports and AEG Presents, Berger and his staff launched Red Bird Creative Studios, an advertising agency, and are preparing to debut a digital happy-hour guide next month (yes, even during the pandemic).

But print is still a precarious place to be. The Rooster had to take three months off from publishing earlier this year after the pandemic hit as Berger figured out how to pay for it. With a normal complement of 75 to 100 advertisers, and average distribution of 60,000 free copies in 2,000 statewide locations, The Rooster had significant costs to cover.

Berger won’t say by how much his circulation or distribution has dropped since then. But when The Rooster came back in July with its first new print issue since the pandemic arrived, it was with renewed purpose — and austerity.

(Provided by Birdy Magazine)”We’re conserving cash, cutting our budget and not investing too heavily in anything outside the company,” he said. “And, of course, all of our events are on pause.”

As Berger also began to invest in his digital product, he watched subscriptions — which are typically low-to-nonexistent for free, locally distributed print magazines — jump from about 100 to 1,000.

“We’ve always wanted to create something people would pay for, but that they were lucky enough to get for free,” he said. “We want to be taken home, shared with friends, and displayed on your coffee table.”

Or the dinner table. The Colorado-based franchise of Edible, a free, printed food magazine with products in more than 70 U.S. and Canadian markets, had just relaunched in March when the pandemic hit.

“My timing was terrible,” said publisher Ashley Kirkovich, the former marketing director for Niman Ranch who had admired the magazine (formerly known as Edible Front Range) before purchasing it in January. “We’re a quarterly, so I felt like, for the sake of brand consistency, I really needed to be visible in the market.”

Without bars or restaurants for readers to visit (or for Edible to solicit advertising from), Kirkovich estimates the first issue’s distribution was down by about 60% over previous installments — though she admitted she doesn’t have many data points to compare it to. Her summer issue fared better, even considering that she curtailed the print run from 15,000 copies to 12,000 to adjust for decreased demand.

Jonny DeStefano and Krysti Joméi, co-founders and co-editors of Denver’s Birdy Magazine. (Provided by Birdy)For her fall issue, releasing Sept. 28, Kirkovich will bump Edible’s print run back up to 15,000 copies in anticipation of adding another 30 distribution outlets to Edible’s existing 50 or so. That’s impressive, considering she’s often felt too guilty to ask for advertising from her usual supporters.

“It feels so crummy to say, ‘I know you may not be in business when this comes out, but want to take out an ad?’ ” she said. “So I’ve definitely pivoted toward (advertising from) liquor and retail stores.”

Readership and ad dollars in some Edible markets has increased since March, Kirkovich said, based on calls with other publishers. She sees similar opportunity in serving Front Range foodies who have shifted from visiting every new restaurant that opens to baking, gardening and Instagramming their own kitchen experiments.

Kirkovich has also gotten creative, partnering with community-supported agriculture programs to add a free copy of Edible to the boxes of fresh produce delivered to farm-share buyers. But she refuses to go online-only.

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“Call me old school, but at the end of the day, I bought a print magazine,” she said. “When digital fatigue sets in, people need something tangible to engage with when having a glass of wine.”

Also strongly committed to sticking around is Birdy, the monthly Denver art magazine that has benefited greatly from its artistic partnership with Devo founder and film composer Mark Mothersbaugh. Despite the trials of 2020, Birdy recently expanded its distribution to 140 locations in Los Angeles, with about 1,000 copies of each issue (total average monthly print run: 10,000) headed to potential new readers in that city.

Prior to the pandemic, Birdy was distributed to 300 or so locations along the Front Range, not including national and international subscriptions.

“We could not bail out on the most important moment in our lifetimes,” said Krysti Joméi, co-founder and co-editor of Birdy. “It sounds dramatic to say, but as a magazine, we’ve been through times that are just as hard as right now on our (business).”

As a result, Birdy has not skipped a single issue since March, despite ratcheting down its copies from March through May of this year to 3,000, about 70% off from its usual print run. Along with partner and co-founder Jonny DeStefano, Joméi has also seen Birdy’s web traffic skyrocket, despite her lack of past investment in it, even as they build up their print numbers again.

“We never had much of a website before this on purpose,” she said. “We were always, ‘We’re super punk-rock and analog, just like vinyl records!’ But since March, there’s been a real urgency to provide even more accessibility to our readers.”

In that, all of these publications continue a grand tradition of scrappy, DIY entrepreneurship that has defined the Front Range publishing scene for decades, said Westword founder and editor Calhoun, including now-defunct, nationally lauded titles such as Muse and Modern Drunkard.

“The fact that they’re independent means they generally don’t play well with others,” she said. “They often don’t have organizations behind them. Who’s got time for that? But you’ve got to have a patron, or grants, because publishing in print isn’t cheap.”

Whether or not institutions like D.I.N.K. — a.k.a. the Denver Independent Comics & Art Expo — return in the future (they took this year off, for obvious reasons), the scene will continue to exist regardless of economics. The passion inherent in independent publishing is stronger than market trends, publishers say.

“I’m sad that we’re losing this established platform that actually paid contributors,” Suspect Press’ E.K. said. “But I’m hoping that us fading away will inspire other young kids to come up in the scene, take what we did, and make it their own.”

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