#no because I had to decided what to feed myself a few nights ago for dinner (because I have a flesh body and that requires sustenance and

[betterthanburrow]

crystal prompt: lapis lazuli (wisdom)

Lapis Lazuli - Joe Burrow

Crystal Representation: Wisdom

Genre: Fluff

"you always know exactly what to say. thank you."

From where you stood at the back of the building by the pool tables surrounding by strangers… you kept an eye on the blonde boy that has been sitting on a stool right by the bar for the entire time since he walked through the front doors of the building.

Throughout the night, many women have walked up to him and introduce themselves but after a few minutes of small talk he’s turned down any attention that they’ve tried to give him… causing the women to catch an attitude towards him and walk away frustrated that the blonde boy didn’t want to go home with them.

You watched as the blonde boy kept his attention to his phone, only starting a short conversation with the bartender behind the bar whenever he wanted a drink.

After seeing multiple women take their chance to talk to the blonde boy, you decided that it was your turn to take a chance… You quickly sipped the rest of your drink before making an excuse that you needed refill to get away from the crowd of strangers beside you that randomly included you in their conversation.

“Hi Stranger.” you say, walking up to the beautiful blonde boy placing one hand on his shoulder and the empty glass on the bar counter.

The boy looks up from his phone to you, “Hi?!” he says.

“Do you come to his bar often?” you ask, “I’m a regular here and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.”

The blonde boy shook his head, “No, Bars are not my thing… I’m only here because my best friend wanted me to get out of the house tonight to have some fun.”

“And where is that best friend?!” you ask, as you sit down on the empty stool next to the blonde boy.

“My best friend is a social butterfly so I wouldn’t be surprised if she is replacing me as her best friend with a stranger.” the blonde boy says as you roll your eyes.

“I think your best friend just wants the best for you… Besides for the entire night you’ve been on your phone instead of socializing with people.” you say.

“Have you been stalking me the entire night?” the blonde boy asks, turning his body towards you.

You shake your head, “No… I’ve been watching you.”

“It’s the same thing.” the blonde boy replied before focusing his attention back onto his phone.

Once again you roll your eyes then glance to see what is on the blonde boy’s phone that has his attention. At first you just assumed that he was scrolling through his social media feeds, so you were surprised to see what had his attention as he was sitting right next to you.

“Joe Lee Burrow!” you exclaim, hitting his shoulder. “You can’t be scrolling through old texts between you and your ex-girlfriend when a girl is flirting with you.”

“First of all, that punch hurt and second of all, I haven’t been scrolling through the old texts all night… Poppy texted me a couple of minutes ago asking when it would be a good time for her to pick-up some of her things at my apartment.” Joe explains, turning off his phone and placing the phone on the bar counter.

“Well I watched you the entire night since we have arrived and gone our separate ways… and you’ve been sitting here on your phone the entire night.” you say.

“So you have been stalking me like I said.” Joe says.

“I’ve been watching you… not stalking you.” you defensively say. “I just wanted to bring you out of your apartment tonight to have some fun and distracted you from the break-up with Poppy.”

“I know that Y/N… But to be honest with you, I’m just not in the mood to have fun.” Joe stated.

A frown appears in your face as Joe glanced down to the floor. “I’m sorry if I forced you to get out tonight… I thought some fresh air in a different environment would be good since you’ve been stuck in the apartment for weeks.” you apologized, placing your hand onto his shoulder to give him comfort.

“You don’t need to apologize, I know you just want to see me act like myself again.” he says.

There was silence between the two of you for a few minutes as Joe kept his focus on the floor and you rubbed your hand on his shoulder to comfort him… You’ve known Joe since 1st grade and you’ve never seen him so depressed in your life. You wanted to be the best friend that you could be and help him feel better, but you realized that it wouldn’t be an easy task.

You didn’t know what exactly was on Joe’s mind at the moment but you knew how hurt he was because of the break-up that happened… Everyone in his life including thought that Poppy and Joe were going to live happily ever after together, so it was a surprise you when you received a phone call fr Joe a few weeks ago of him telling you that Poppy had ended the relationship.

“I know the break-up with Poppy hurt you, especially since it came out of nowhere… It’s okay to mourn a relationship that you thought was going to last forever.” you explain. “But I just want to help you understand that life doesn’t end just because a relationship ends… and no, I wasn’t expecting you to take a random girl home back to your apartment for the night. I just wanted you to interact with new people and not give up on life just because of one break-up. I love you Joe and you know that I always want the best for you because you deserve the best the world can offer.”

Which is why Joe didn’t have the heart to tell you that he was the one that broke up with his girlfriend and that it wasn’t Poppy that broke his heart… he couldn’t tell you the reason why he broke up with her was because he was falling in love with his best friend.

“You always know exactly what to say. Thank you.” he says, giving you a side hug. He was very grateful to have a best friend like you that was always so supportive of him and only wanted the best for him.

“I just want you to start the journey of healing to become yourself again.” you explain. “Because staying inside your apartment every day for weeks isn’t going to help you break out of your broken shell.”

“And you thought role-playing as strangers would be the best way to start the journey of healing?” Joe asks.

You let out a laugh, “Joe if I hung around you for the entire night all of the girls would’ve assumed that I’m your girlfriend.” you explain. “You can’t complain because you went along with it until you decided to open up your texts with Poppy in my point of view.”

“Maybe at the next bar you decide to bring me to we can role play being strangers… but right now, I just want to hang out with my best friend.” Joe says.

“Okay, we can hang out… but after I get a drink we are moving away from the bar and going play a game of Pool because I never got my re-match from when you cheated the last time we played Pool!” you exclaim.

“You can’t cheat in Pool and if there was a way to cheat… I never cheated when we played the last time, but we can have a re-match game.” Joe says. “It has been a while since we’ve played a round of Pool.”

You nodded your head as the bartender walked up to the opposite side of the counter where you and Joe are sitting after he noticed your empty glass on the counter… Joe watched as you ordered a new drink and how easy it was for you be a social butterfly and talk to strangers as if you’ve known them for your entire life.

He knows that you just want the best for him, and he wants the best for you too… Joe just hopes that he is able to be the best thing for you because he can’t imagine spending the rest of his life with anyone else.

One day Joe will gain the confidence to tell you the truth of how he really feels about you and the future the two of you could share together… but for right now, he’s just fine with being dragged by you through a crowd of strangers to play a round of Pool.

Author’s Note:

it’s been a long time since i’ve published a Crystal Prompt Request… but I do plan on publishing more Crystal Prompts Requests that have been in my Inbox for the past few months.

(also this fanfiction is inspired by the prologue in “People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry).

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thank you for all the love and support! 🤍

[snowb3rryy]

Lucifer x F!MC

Summary:

It's been a while since Lucifer had free time to spend with his beloved girlfriend, however he secretly plans a trip to spend her Birthday, just the two of them. (I definitely didn't write this because it's my birthday today)

MC is female and uses she/her pronouns. Written in 1st person.

Engish isn't my first language, so I may have made some mistakes.

It's a cold night, the clock just turned midnight and it's finally my birhday, the day I long for every year.

However it's different tonight. There's so much silence in the House of Lamentation. Levi won a few tickets for an event in the human world and Mammon, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie.

Lucifer stayed behind because of work. I stayed too because I wanted to keep an eye on him. Tonight he's still working at RAD, some complications with the files of mew students made him work overtime for a couple of weeks now. His big bed always felt just right for the both of us, yet now I lay alone and it feels like I'm sinking in it.

1:00. No text, no call. He's still at RAD. I promised to myself to wait for him awake. I start to scroll in both human and Devildom social media yet my feed is boring and repetitive. I end up checking my gallery filled with pictures of me and my best friend, pictures of me and the brothers, pictures of me and Lucifer and oh Lord the videos. The videos we filmed making love a few months ago on a small trip we went alone.

Watching his hands roam all over my body, his lips kissing every inch of me made me shiver. The kisses and bites on my nipples on the video made me wet just by remembering what it feels like. Then I see my hands hold his back tightly as he penetrates my body and yet my soul too. So erotic and so romantic at the same time...

I miss him, I miss him terribly. It's since he started working overtime since the last time we had sex. And not just that, we barely have time to chat any more.

My eyelids feel heavy and i drift to sleep, unable to stay awake any longer.

The next morning I wake up and stretch o the bed, i turn over and see Lucifer sleeping beside me. I smile and kiss his cheek.

Wait... Lucifer is still... on the bed? What time is it?

I look at the time, it's 11am... He hates morning but he wakes up early these past weeks to go and work but... did he sleep in today?

- Lucifer, Lucifer *i shake him softly trying to wake him up*

I hear him mumbling and slowly open his eyes.

Lucifer: Darling *yawns* What is it?

- It's 11am! Don't you have to go to RAD?

Lucifer: No, I finished everything yesterday. Now come here *he says and he pulls me close to him and closes his eyes again*

- Are you... done-done? No more overtime?

Lucifer: Mhm.. Oh, where is my mind at... happy birthday my love *he says still in his morning voice*

- Thank you *i smile and kiss his cheek*

Lucifer: Now sleep, and we'll celebrate later.

We fall asleep again until the late afternoon.

We then stand up, Lucifer orders me around. Shower. Dress up. Not a dress or a skirt, we'll walk. Not this, it's too cold where we'll go.

Finally, after I get dressed appropriately for Lucifer's secret location, he teleports us to the human world. We visit an ice skating venue and we look around the snowy landscapes. The time passes quickly. After taking a thousand pictures of Lucifer's peculiar expression while explain everything we have on sign, we go to a hotel that he had reserved for the night.

The room us already dimly lit, there's roses all over the place and a box on the bed. I hurry and open the box and can't believe it, Lucifer really always listen to every little thing I rumble about ans he got me the perfect gift.

We decide to take a bath together so we walk to the bathroom, take our clothes off and relax in the warm water. I almost drift off from the warm temperature and Lucifer's soft touch on my arms, but he brings me back to reality with a few simple words. "Shall we move this to the bed?", he asks m tenderly yet with a wicked smirk that I can't see but I can imagine.

My body immediately wakes up, next thing I know, I'm on my feet, Lucifer drying my hair first and then my body, softly pressing the towel against my skin and brushing from time to time against my sensitive spots.

I feel his warm breath on my neck as I already imagine our bodies intertwining.

Soon after he's also dry, we move to the bed. I find myself laying down, my eyes staring on the ceiling as my mouth hangs open, and leaving soft sounds of pleasure as I feel Lucifer's hot lips against my skin. With a swift move, he positions himself between my legs and he starts licking and kissing and sucking my clit, my fingers move on their own and i grab his hair as my lower back arches and I no longer can hold my voice. I can feel my mind being numb, as his tongue works miracles on me, he knows every spot I like, every little angle that can make me cum in seconds, but he takes his time. He lets out sounds of enjoyment as he eats me out, I warn him I'm close but he doesn't stop, even worse, he takes his hand off of my thigh and he starts to tease my opening and soon enters 2 fingers and moves them with as roughness as needed for me to see stars. I can no longer concentrate, my legs move on their own and press Lucifer on his shoulders as I let out multiple moans as I cum on his tongue, and squeeze his still moving fingers.

We both breathe hard and he runs up to kiss me, his hands move up and down my sides and finally locate to my hips. I try to move him under me to give him head but he realises and he stops me. "No", he says.

- Why? *i ask confused*

Lucifer: Tonight, is about you, and I already nearly came from your moans and sweet juices on my tongue.

- But, I want to *i insist*

Lucifer: Darling, please. Any other night you want I'd say yes with no second thought. Tonight though, I want you to use your pretty mouth only to call out my name, my cock is more than satisfied with being burried inside you. I love throatfucking you but it feels divine when I'm inside you.

I no longer insist as I now blush from how adorable his words are. I lay back down and he starts to kiss me as he lifts my leg up and slowly starts to thrust in and out. His big size always feels like stretching me in the beginning until I can fully take him and start to feel how good he really makes me feel. With every thrust he moves harder yet always keeping the same tempo, I can already feel him start to throb and I hear him curse under his breath. He's close yet he tries to keep it under control until I am at the same place he is. His thrusts become slower, and his grunts become more desperate, I am more than lucky he lets himself so free around me.

He now warns me, "I'm close" he says, "can't keep for longer" he says.

I know he's there and his desperation rises my heart rate, i hold him tight and say to his ear, "I'm close too, give me my present Lucifer"

He smirks and chuckles, he then kisses me and starts to move to his previous rate. I put my hand on my tits a squeeze them as I too feel like cumming again any second now. A few more thusts and I start to squeeze around his as I'm almost there.

I hear him moan deep, he can feel my walls squeeze around him as much as I can feel his cock twitching again. "Fuck, I'm cumming ah-" he lets a long, deep moan as he thursts a few more times as he fills me up. When I fill him throbbing inside me and cumming, it's my last staw, I feel my face heat up as I scream his name and move my hips against him as I cum once more.

We both breath hard, he smiles, he kisses me and slowly pulls out, letting his hot cum fall out of me. He lays next to me and he takes me in his arms.

Lucifer: Happy Birthday, my love

He kisses my forehead and he immediately falls asleep. I whisper "Good night, Lucifer" and close my eyes as i rest my head on his chest.

Check it out also on Ao3, and thanks for reading! <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52102105

[lu-vin-it]

Baby mommy au; Ellie and reader deciding to move back to Jackson for Sarah?

Moving Day

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Baby Momma AU M.List <- For Context

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 710

Warnings: None

A/N: Not proofread bc I wanted to put it out rn lol

It wasn’t originally the plan to move back to Jackson, but when Sarah started mimicking you and Ellie more than just acting like a normal kid, i.e: her saying “Fuck”, you decided for all of you that it was time.

First, Ellie ran to Jackson to secure your house. Then, she came back with Joel to help pack. After that, you all rode back in the very cramped truck. And finally, you unloaded everything in the house, simple, right? Wrong.

1.

“Y/N? Where are my boots?” Ellie calls out, holding onto the stair railing.

“Uh.. I think we may have put them in a box..” You come downstairs, Sarah on your hip. You and Ellie sigh in sync as you guys look at the tubs in your living room. “Your converses are by the door..”

“No they aren’t.. I threw them in a box last night.” You frown.

“Shit.”

“Shit!” Sarah exclaims, giggling to herself as if she knew she shouldn’t say that. You gasp.

“Sarah!”

“Y/N!” Ellie places her hands on her hips.

“Momma!”

“Oh how the tables have turned!”

2.

“Momma! Mommmma!” You run into the living room.

“Yeah baby? What’s wrong?”

“I hear Mommy!” You look out the window and sure enough, Ellie had just pulled up.

“That’s right, come on, let's go see her.” You pick up your daughter and walk out to the porch. “Guess who she’s got? She has Papa!” Sarah claps ecstatically.

“Hey Einstein!” Ellie exclaims as she runs up the stairs. She kisses Sarah’s cheek and then pecks your lips as Joel gets out of the truck.

“Hey Joel!” You say with a wave. Sarah reaches out for him eagerly.

“Hello! How’s my favorite little girl doing?” He asks, grabbing Sarah.

“Gooood.”

The next morning, all hell broke loose. You couldn’t find the kitchen stuff, there were shoes in with blankets, and everyone was yelling— even Sarah, who thought it was a screaming match.

“Has anyone found the box for the bedroom stuff? I need to put my pillows in it!” You yelled down the stairs. You got a chorus of ‘No’s in response.

“Where do the towels go?”

“With the blankets—“ Ellie says at the same time that you say:

“With the bathroom stuff!”

“What?” You both ask in sync.

“Why would they be with the blankets?”

“Because they’re like.. small blankets? I don’t know.”

3.

On the way to Jackson, Sarah was beyond tired and no matter what you did, she just wouldn’t calm down.

“Come on baby, you need to eat this.” You say, trying to feed her a spoonful of instant oatmeal.

“No!” Sarah screams, swatting the spoon away from her face.

“I know you’re hungry, baby.. please just take a bite. It’s oatmeal! Your favorite!” She reluctantly opens her mouth and you shove the spoon in. “Thank you, baby.” She opens her mouth again and you give her another spoonful.

“Is one of your headlights out?” Joel asks with a frown.

“Oh, yeah it is. It broke a while ago.” Ellie replies, brushing it off.

“Well I can fix it for you.”

“I can fix it myself, just don’t have the parts.”

“I can get you the parts.”

“I can get them myself, I just haven’t had the chance to go on a run in a while.”

“I already have everything you need though.”

“Oh. Okay then.” You roll your eyes at the two.

4.

“Okay. How the hell did we forget three whole boxes? That’s like.. impossible.” You say, throwing your hands into the air.

“Four… bedding isn’t here either.” You throw your head back and groan.

“Dammit.”

“I’ll go drop Sarah off at Tommy’s, then we can drive back?” You nod. “Hey, think on the brightside,” Ellie takes a step towards you and puts her hands on your waist. “Now we can have some alone time.” You smile and put your arms around her neck.

“That is true.” Your girlfriend leans in and places her lips onto your own. The kiss goes on for a few seconds, but is ultimately interrupted by Sarah crying. “I’ll grab us some clothes, you take her over to Tommy’s, and then we’ll meet at the car?” She nods. “Okay. I love you.”

“Love you more.” She pecks your lips.

[seramilla]

If / whenever Odette proposes to Verosika— it’s not something big or grand. Instead it’s intimate and quiet when Odette shows the ring to verosika, it’s a beautiful ring— it had probably cost Odette a pretty penny. No one had seen it coming, not even Carmilla—who knows her girls like the palm of her hand.

Odette and Verosika have talked about marriage before. It's to be expected after watching, and participating in, Carmilla and Sera's wedding. Theirs had been an extravagant, social affair, thanks to Zestial and Lucifer, with every blue-blood in Hell who was on good terms with them present. But to the girls, neither really finds those kinds of huge public expressions of love appealing.

Verosika has to put on a show every day, so she'd told Odette, if and when it happens for her, she wants it to be more real. Not during one of her shows, and certainly not on stage; just something small between herself and her beloved. Odette can't say she disagrees. In fact, that's exactly what she'd hoped Verosika would say. Because that's exactly what she'd been planning.

Verosika already has everything a demon could want, and then some. So does Odette, honestly, and while both demons can afford to give each other the world, that's not really what Verosika wants, or what Odette wants, either. She desires to make it special, but also not too over-the-top. She decides to get Ozzie's advice on the right way to approach this. He is, of course, very helpful...but mostly about the honeymoon, and all the fun things that can come after.

He does know the name of a jewelsmith in Greed, though, and after some conversations with them back and forth over the phone, Odette orders a personalized pink diamond in a gold band, fit exactly to Odette's specifications. Not a big one...it's honestly rather small, but still worth a small fortune, she comes to find out. She still thinks it's more than enough to make Verosika happy. Odette hopes so, anyway.

Odette chooses to ask her on a night after Verosika gets back from a tour. They'd already had a date at Ozzie's planned. The king of Lust didn't have any other shows planned, and just reserved a small corner of the showroom for the two of them, allowing the musical stylings of Fizzarolli to complement their dinner of something Odette is too nervous to eat at the moment.

Verosika seems to notice Odette's not eating. Her girlfriend does have a hard time remembering to feed herself sometimes, and she brings it up to Odette, who is quickly shocked out of her state of internalized anxiety.

"Babydoll, you going to eat anything? You look pale."

"Oh! Yes! Sorry! Umm...shit. I was just thinking."

Verosika takes a sip of her wine. They'd only ordered one bottle; Odette wanted to be sober for the events yet to come.

"Thinking about what?"

Verosika reaches across the cozy table to touch Odette's hand. Odette's other hand is fumbling with the small box tucked safely into her pants pocket. Fizz has finished his last musical number, and walks off-stage to take a break. If there's any moment to act, Odette thinks, it's now. Taking a breath, she stands, and moves toward Verosika, before kneeling on one knee at her feet.

"Verosika Mayday...!" Odette starts, pausing more out of anxiety than dramatic effect. She hopes it makes her look cool, and not anxious, at any rate. "Ever since I met you, here, after what seems like a lifetime ago...my world has never been the same. I never imagined a literal pop star would ever look my way, let alone talk to me. You've taught me so much about actually living, and loving...and to never take anything for granted."

Odette pauses again, getting the box ready in her pocket.

"You've also taught me patience, and to love myself, and to never judge a book by its cover. You're my best friend. My confidant. My north star. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you, for however long that lasts. So, um, will you do me the honor of, uh...hold on..."

After a few fumbling attempts and only a little blushing, Odette manages to take the box out of her pocket, and opens in it front of Verosika. The succubus is wide-eyed, the pink of the diamond shining back at Odette through her eyes. Odette finishes her question with only a little bit of a flush on her face. She hopes Verosika will forgive her awkwardness.

"Will you marry me, Verosika?"

Odette doesn't even have to wait for an answer. One minute, she's kneeling at Verosika's feet, and the next, Verosika is lifting her off the ground, and placing her on the table on her back. The rest of their food and drink be damned. It gets everywhere. Odette's glad she's not wearing one of her lab coats, because it's soaking into the black pants suit she wore for the occassion. She puts the ring down on the table, before she drops it.

Verosika kisses her, full and flagrant, forcefully on the lips, and pulls away with a smack! She only lifts from Odette long enough to screech into the room, "Yes! Fuck, Odette, yes! I will!" before she's kissing her again, pushing Odette even more into the table. Odette worries they might be causing a scene. Unfortunately, her fears are confirmed, because Fizzarolli's already making obscene hand gestures behind the stage, grinning with his tongue out the side of his mouth.

So much for being discrete.

Fuck it, Odette thinks. Let him watch. She brings Verosika down further on top of her, and really starts sucking face with her girlfriend -- no, her fiancé -- right there on the table. Ozzie and Fizz give them two pairs of thumbs up, but neither of them notice. They're too busy celebrating, in their own little world, ignoring the captive audience behind them.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

f you for ruining barcelona for me - Aitana Bonmatí x Reader - Part 2

A/n: here's the link to part 1 - Secret Love Song + here is the anger that follows the heartbreak

Barcelona was the first place where you had ever fallen in love, right up until the day you left, needing to escape the ghosts of the past. The nature of the secret relationship, hiding from the world, it ruined a lot of things for you, even in the sweet moments, you two were so desperate to hide. 

You couldn’t watch certain tv shows because you’d watched them with her in a blanket fort in her home or your former one. Certain songs made you grimace because you’d danced the night away with her in your kitchen or hers. You almost cried at the movie being shown on the plane because it was one you’d watched alone, on an evening that she had something more important to do.

You hid out in England with a few acquaintances you’d met during international duty, having been called up for some friendlies after showing your skills at Barcelona had grown. Nobody knew you’d gone from fuelling yourself with desperation for Aitana’s attention, to fuelling yourself with anger, because you deserved better.

You were hiding out in England when the summer transfer window opened, and your free transfer to Wolfsburg was announced. You’d become a free agent when choosing not to renew with Barcelona, much to the team’s disappointment as time ran out for your renewal to be announced like they were hoping. Only Jana, Mapi and Ingrid knew you weren’t going to stay, eventually the captains found out too, but nobody really knew you had left Barcelona at first.

Until you posted on your stories, a mirror selfie with a chosen audio that left Aitana’s skin crawling, and nearly everyone else who saw it confused. Jana replied to the story saying she missed you, whilst Mapi spotted the new tattoo you’d gotten, then enquired about the music, and the lyrics on the screen with the selfie.

‘I heard you’re better off and you’re doing fine, I heard that you’re in love, good fucking try. Did it even hurt, ‘cause you didn’t cry, I know we said forever but I guess we lied…’ the music sampling another of the artist’s that Aitana had heard before, playing in your home back in Barcelona. She hoped you weren’t calling her out, but then your farewell to Barcelona post came up on her Instagram feed.

‘Barcelona, the city and the club, it’s time for me to say farewell. You have been with me since the start and watched me grow as a player, and as a person. But it’s time for me to move on, the city is haunted with ghosts, but I will never forget anyone, you all taught me so much. You taught me what I really deserve, and I will take that with me in my next adventure. Barcelona, you saw me fall in love, but you also saw my heartbreak, and how I lost myself. I am finding myself again, and I know what I deserve. Wolfsburg, you will not know what is going to hit you, but first up is the World Cup. Te amo, Barcelona siempre<3’

You weren’t exactly subtle with your farewell message, a mix of sadness and passive aggressiveness that made it clear that you were nursing a heartbreak, and it was because of that, that you decided to leave.

The post was from days ago, but somehow she had only just seen it now, spotting that you had posted something onto your story too, from hours ago. She almost smiled as the video showed you singing along to a song on the radio, before realising what the song was, making her heart ache. ‘You made me hate this city!’ your voice echoed in her ears, making her close instagram and wipe away the tears. She had convinced herself you deserved better, better than her.

It didn’t help that your leaving had become gossip around the Barcelona team, wondering what the hell had happened to drive you to leave, or in some cases, who the hell had driven you to want to leave, because they all thought you would stay.

None of them knew you were in a relationship, but Mapi and Ingrid admitted they both thought you had something going on. Jana knew the truth, even though you had never told her who it was, she figured it out.

“I was there. She would cancel plans on them, string them along, refuse to be seen together in public, even in a cinema in the dark! They smiled less, just wanting her to look at them during training, to celebrate their goals together, but my best friend was not a priority to her, not like her career. She made my best friend her dirty little secret, then walked away! She ruined Barcelona for them!” Jana didn’t mean to rant, going from calm to angry too quickly, but the song playing over the stereo didn’t help, knowing the song had been one you had listened to in the car to the airport. Crash and Burn by Maggie Lindemann.

“When-”

“Día de San Valentín.” Jana sighed, feeling tears prickle in her eyes but she ignored them in favour of her phone buzzing with a message from you.

“Where are they now?” Irene enquired, knowing that you were definitely not in Spain after seeing some videos of you hanging out in England with some WSL players, then some photos of you exploring Germany with some of your new teammates.

“Waiting on a plane for the World Cup.” Jana replied, sending you a reply for a safe trip, even if that was in the hands of the plane and the pilot, more than yourself.

“You mentioned training and goals… someone on the team? And none of us noticed?” 

Jana caught Aitana’s gaze for a moment, but she didn’t drop Aitana in it and tell them everything she knew.

“So desperate to hide, my best friend hid everything, but they wore their heart on their sleeve, before it was ripped out when she walked away on Día de San Valentín… it was bad, but they loved her, so they never talked shit about her, even if it was deserved. You were a terrible girlfriend, you ruined Barcelona for them, and you ruined love too.” Jana’s voice was quiet, but stern, not realising she was holding Aitana’s gaze for a little too long, until Mapi was frowning, and Ingrid turned to see if Mapi was thinking what she was thinking.

“Wait a second-” Mapi was about to call out what she saw, but her phone lit up with a notification of your close friend stories, where there were several recent updates, including a close-up selfie of you at the airport, sat at the gate waiting, and looking half asleep as you stuck up a peace sign.

Another photo showed one of your national teammates curled up asleep in the uncomfortable airport chair, then you had a video of the view of the tarmac, with a fragment of your reflection in the glass, headphones in and a song attached to the video. Fletcher’s ‘fuck you for ruining new york city for me’ but you had added a note ‘*barcelona’.

Clearly you were still healing…

[krisdreaming]

Only You

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

WC: 849

A/N:  I'm exposing myself, but I actually don't use twitter 🙈 so I don't really understand how it works lmao.

You stand from the couch with a soft groan, stretching your arms above your head. Atsumu still isn't home from practice, but your movie is over, so you decide there isn't much left to do besides going to bed. By the time your teeth are brushed, Atsumu texts you that he's on the way home, so you settle in under the covers to wait for him.

It isn't often that he's so late, but every now and then practice runs over. You've gotten used to it. It's just one of those things that comes along with dating a volleyball player. You bite back a smile. If someone had told you ten years ago that you'd be dating a professional athlete, you probably would have laughed in their face. Still, you wouldn't have things any other way, most of the time. Somehow, Atsumu makes it all worth while.

Reaching for your phone, you pull up your twitter feed to pass the time until he's home. After a few minutes of mindless scrolling, you come to a post on the Black Jackals' official account. It just so happens to feature your boyfriend. It's just one of those quick player highlight posts, using the staged photos they all have to take in their uniforms, so it isn't really anything special, but you still can't help but smile. Even looking at the fake smile pasted on his face, you feel a surge of warmth. It's a mixture of adoration and pride. That's your boyfriend.

Curious, you tap on the post and begin to scroll through the replies. Mixed in with the normal replies from fans of the team (and one from his mom), there's another type of comment you begin to notice. It starts out tame enough.

Miya is so handsome.

You chuckle wryly to yourself. There's no denying that, you suppose.

Definitely the hottest guy on the team. For sure.

You're starting to feel the smile fade from your lips. Part of you knows that you should just close the app right now, but a bigger part of you wants to keep scrolling.

I'd sell my SOUL for a night with Miya Atsumu.

Slowly, the pride you'd felt is turning to a jealous prickle. There are dozens of comments just like those, and you're beginning to feel a sinking in your gut. It's pretty sobering to think that Atsumu could have any of these girls any time he wanted.

"I'm home!" You'd been so absorbed that you hadn't even heard the front door open, and now your boyfriend is standing in the doorway to the bedroom. Quickly, you turn off your phone screen and shove it down next to you on the bed.

"Hey, Baby. Sorry practice was so late." He leans in for a quick peck, and you return it mechanically. "Won't happen again fer a while, I promise," He assures, rifling through the dresser for a pair of clean pajamas. He goes into the bathroom to change, and you bite down on your lip. For some stupid reason, you feel tears starting to burn at the backs of your eyes.

Too soon, he's back in the bedroom. You haven't had time to compose yourself. "How was yer night?" He asks lightly, and finally glances at you. It's only then that he truly looks into your face, and the twisting in your gut must be evident there, because his demeanor instantly changes.

"Hey," He quickly gets into bed beside you, "What's wrong?"

"It's stupid," You say thickly, trying to brush it off. Logically, you know you just need to forget it.

"Maybe, but it's clearly upsettin' ya." He rests his chin on your shoulder. "You can talk to me, ya know."

"It's not a big deal," You say softly, but you reach for your phone, turning on the screen and reluctantly handing it to him. You watch as he scrolls through the comments, brow furrowing into a frown. "See?" You try to lighten your voice. "Told you it was silly."

"Ya know I love you, right?" He says, so firmly it takes you by surprise. "Only you." You nod slightly. "These girls-" He gestures at your phone screen, "They're annoying. Just like those girls in high school I told ya about. Squealin' pigs." Despite yourself, you release a chuckle.

"'Tsumu, that's not very nice," You chide automatically, but there's a small smile growing on your face.

"Well, it's true. All the guys get that crap, ya know?" He slides his arm around you, pulling you close against his side. "But none of those girls are in bed with me tonight. You are." He punctuates it with a kiss pressed to your temple. "And I wouldn't change that fer anything."

"Neither would I," You say softly, snuggling a little closer into his side.

"Yer the only one for me, ya know that?" You tilt your face up to look at him then, and the tenderness in his expression dissolves the pit in your gut completely. He leans in to press a kiss to your lips. "I love you," He murmurs. "So much."

[n0v4t33z]

Dark Desires: Chapter II - Eternally Yours

Pairings: VampireCatHybrid~Seonghwa x Female Reader, VampireCatHybrid~Ateez x Female Reader

Genre: Horror, Angst, Romance, Vampire Ateez, Paranormal?

Word Count: 10.1k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions blood, Magic, Fantasy, Some Fluff, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: Lots of kissing, intimate situations but not explicit, flirting, blood, Y/n speaks about death and magic with the boys, (I'll add more later if more come to mind)

Author's Note💌: Okay so in this chapter there was originally supposed to be smut but I omitted that part due to being short on time because of my schedule. Unfortunately I'm not very fast at typing up smut because how much I struggle to write it so that'll come out on a later date so that I can put more thought into it. Since I don't write smut I felt like maybe it would have probably been a bad Idea if I forced myself to do it right now so to save you from cringe I decided not to include it! Either way I still hope you enjoy the chapter! 🌙

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A few days go by and I never find out who's scream it was that I heard a few nights ago, it didn't help that the door Seonghwa told me not to go into kept teasing me. So me being me I finish my work for the day so I could have more time to explore the house. The door was near the basement of the house from what I noticed is that they usually come here or the basement after feeding at night or after going out in general. I look around to make sure no one is around and I walk into the dark room I reach into my pocket and I turn on the spare candle in my pocket from when I was replacing them earlier, I walk around the dark room and notice a beautiful golden hourglass with a sigil on it, the same one in my room. I carefully look around and I notice a drawing on the wall, from what I could read it seemed to be from 1646. The drawing was of a woman whose features were almost identical like mine, could this woman in the drawing be me? Why was that drawing here? On the floor was that same sigil drawn in blood, In the corner I notice alot of black and white photos along with some drawings and pictures of different girls, were those their previous victims? All the girls were exceptionally gorgeous. From the corner of my eye I see the spine of a book, the front of the book was empty with no title so I decide to open the book. I slowly begin to realize they were diary entries, 1863, 1925, 1958. Under my breath I whisper to myself "When I called Master Seonghwa a history book I didn't realize he was actually writing one himself…"

I decide to look up my birthday as a strange curiosity and while skimming through the entry I come across something interesting "I had a dream of that girl again. It's been a while since I've seen her. I have a strong feeling she was born today, I can feel it. I can't wait until I find her. I'll do everything in my power to protect her, she's going to be the only reason worth living this cursed life only then I'll know what true happiness is." When I read those words I can't help but to begin to tear up, for the first time in my life someone was happy I was born. Yeah, my family might've been happy that I was born but they never really showed it. My family was rarely the type to show any affection for me at all so to think someone wanted to show that affection towards me really shocked me. This man has literally been waiting to be with me for hundreds of years even before I was born. Is this true love? Is true love when someone waits for you even years before you're actually born? Will he be disappointed if I'm not what he expects me to be? What if he realizes he doesn't like who I am and he kills me, then what? I have so many questions but yet I'm scared of how they'll be answered.

Suddenly the door behind me opens and I jump and drop the book and candle in the process. When I turn around and see it's Mingi I scream when I notice him charging at me, I try to move out of the way but he grabs both of my arms and begins to violently shake and yell at me "What were you doing in here?! Didn't Seonghwa tell you to stay out of here?! You're not supposed to be in here!" I look up at him and noticed his eyes were now glowing blood red "Master Mingi I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again!" he grabs me by the throat and squeezes my throat just enough to choke me but not snap my neck. He pins me against the wall then answers in a low growl "There won't be a next time, Hongjoong was right we should have sacrificed you that night." I cough trying to catch my breath while I try to claw his hand off of my throat. Suddenly everyone else runs into the room with Seonghwa yelling at Mingi "Let her go you bastard! You're going to kill her!" He then tries to run over to Mingi but Hongjoong and Yeosang hold him back then Mingi turns and smirks in his direction "She has to die now Seonghwa, Draven is going to be really upset. That time you bought her won't do her any good anyway, I was right not trusting this dumb witch. They're such deceitful and sneaky humans." San, Wooyoung,and Jongho run over to over to hold Mingi back.

Yunho gently puts his hand on Mingi’s shoulder and gently squeezes it. "Calm down, you know you can't be the one who does the sacrifice. You're a young vampire remember that, so if you kill her you'll ruin everything not just for you but for all of us. So let go of her, come on." Mingi hesitantly puts me down throwing me onto the floor then Hongjoong lets go of Seonghwa and helps Yunho escort Mingi out of the room while Yeosang stays with the rest of us. Seonghwa runs over to me and holds me tightly in his arms, his breathing still ragged from the scare "Miss y/n, I told you not to come in here.. " I continue coughing for a bit then I say in a slightly hoarse voice "I'm so sorry Master Seonghwa, curiosity got the best of me."  He sighs deeply "You scared me, you put yourself in such danger.." San gives me a worried look "You know If Wooyoung hadn't called us telepathically because he heard screaming, you would have most likely been killed by Mingi."

Wooyoung looks down slightly frowning "He's one of the youngest out of all of us with the youngest being Jongho, luckily Jongho's strong willpower helps him from giving into his vampiric instincts. Mingi on the other hand is terrible at it, he's still learning to control himself."  God this is so embarrassing... "I'm so sorry for betraying your trust. I promise I didn't have bad intentions." Yeosang courteously nods "it know, but now that means we'll all have to keep an eye on Mingi now. " Seonghwa says "She's going to stay at my side at all times.." I shake my head "No! I'll be okay I promise I'll just stay away from him. I'll just do what I'm supposed to from now on and not stray from my duties." Seonghwa worriedly looks at me "Are you sure? You really don't have to risk it." I get up and nod "It's ok Master Seonghwa I'll be fine." San looks at Seonghwa "We'll just do what Yeosang said if that's the case, let's just watch him. I'm sure ostracizing him won't help at all but make him resent Miss y/n even more than he already does. "

They all get up and Seonghwa looks over at me then at the guys and flatly says "Okay that's fine, I just need to have a word with Miss y/n can you guys please give us some privacy?" They nod in obedience and head out. Once it's just him and I he looks down at the floor and sees the book I was reading left open on the last page I read, he picks it up and puts it on a table near him then shyly smiles "I guess you found my diary." Embarrassed, I fidget with my hands "Well, it's more like a history book now." he chuckles "Okay you got me there." he takes my hand and pulls me a little closer to him "I've been looking for you almost all my immortal life, and now that I've finally found you I just want to protect you." His gaze connects with mine "Which is why when you I heard Wooyoung tell me you were in trouble, I was terrified of losing you." Now I feel bad for coming in here, he told me explicitly not to and I disobeyed him. I would have died by my own ignorance. It definitely proves that curiosity killed the cat. "I'm so sorry. I promise you I won't do something like that ever again. That was just way too close."

He clears some stray hairs from my face "Next time you want to see something just ask me, you'll be much safer with me okay?" I nod and rest my head on his chest "So, it was true that you're in love with me then?" He softly hums and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb "I knew what you were going to look like way before you were born, in person you're much more beautiful than the drawing I have of you, Hongjoong drew it for me." I pull away and look at him in shock then look over at the drawing again "Wow, really? How did you know though? Like how were you able to see my face?" He shyly smiles and holds my hands in his "I actually dreamt about you, which is why I was only able to see you a handful of times but everytime I did my heart felt something it usually doesn't." I giggle "So, you mean you felt butterflies in your stomach and you felt happy?" He smiles and nods then leans in close to my face, centimeters away gently caressing my cheek. "I'm sorry if this is too sudden but will you be mine?" His beautiful emerald eyes look deep into my eyes and for some strange reason I’m compelled to just give in without thinking twice about it.

Why is my heart beating so fast I can't breathe. He's so beautiful. "I- " My stomach churns and the longer I stand there the harder it becomes to speak until I blurt out "What if I disappoint you?" Seonghwa tilts his head and asks in a slight sad tone "Why would I be disappointed my love? I've been looking for you for almost my whole vampire life.." I stammer "Well, I mean, we've never met prior to this so our personalities may clash." He brings my hand up to his ice cold lips and gently presses a kiss on the back of my hand and looks deep into my eyes "There's a reason why I kept seeing you in my dreams my dear y/n. I'm willing to work with our differences if that's the case. That's how important you are to me." I look down slightly flustered from all the attention and how gorgeous the man is in general. Well he's nice right? I should be okay, he's definitely been treating me better than any of my ex's and that's a start. Seonghwa gently lifts my chin so that our eyes meet once again "So what do you say princess?" I nod staring deep into his eyes unable to look away.

"Of course I will Master Seonghwa, as long as you don't hurt me I'm all yours " He leans a little closer, he smelled nice. Nothing like how people usually say vampires smell like, dusty, and gross. His oddly sweet smell being quite soft and warm despite how cold his skin is in reality. "I promise you my eternal life I will never hurt you darling." He steps closer to me gently pressing his chest against mine "Just call me Seonghwa ." He gently places his ice cold lips on mine and kisses me. Slowly, while the kiss intensifies he slithers his free arm around my waist. I gently rest my hand on his chest while I kiss him, he then slowly kisses down my chin and onto my neck causing me let out a soft sigh. He slowly pulls away and re collects himself “I- not here. I don't want to risk anyone um.... Hearing things." I nod and shyly look away feeling my cheeks burning he takes my hand and gently kisses it "I guess I'll get back to my duties now." He nods looking at me very lovingly "Please be careful my love." He gently presses his ice cold lips on my forehead for a kiss goodbye.

When I step into the kitchen I stand there for a few seconds looking out the window thinking what I should make for dinner. A few moments later while getting all the ingredients ready Jongho enters and gently puts his hand on my shoulder "Miss y/n, how are you doing?" I slightly jump and I turn and look at him "Oh, Master Jongho hello. I'm okay, I’m still a bit spooked." He sits on a chair next to the table "I'm honestly glad you're okay. I'm sure having an angry vampire trying to kill you is pretty traumatic in itself." I begin chopping a few vegetables and let out a soft sigh just remembering the way Mingi’s eyes were burning into mine, his eyes had so much hatred in them that remembering made me feel unsafe and uneasy. "it was, but knowing you guys were there really comforted me. Although that made me want to go home alot more than before knowing there's someone here who hates me enough to hurt me."

He stares off straight ahead and walks up next to me clearly still upset from what happened "I'm so sorry, I can only imagine how you feel right now. I know this won't change how you feel but if it helps we all like having you here. Not because you do housework but because you're really nice, you're an amazing friend and because you really remind me alot of my own mother." I smile then I look over at Jongho and hug him tightly "I'll be here as long as I'm allowed to be here." He pulls away and looks at me, his cold grey eyes staring deep into mine. He then gently touches my face with his ice cold hands "it's like my mother never left me, when you came in to the practice room to cheer up my singing it reminded me of what my mom used to do." I gently hold his hand on my face then I gently smooth out his blazer "And I'll continue to do so as she did and cheer you on for as long as my human self is alive don't worry."

He rests his forehead on my shoulder and hides his face from my view "We can't sacrifice you to Draven anymore, I don't want you to be gone. You have to stay here with us.” He pauses for a few seconds then he continues  “You see, I'm not usually the one to freak out but Draven really scares me. To point where the thought of him taking everything we have from us all over again and being helpless terrifies me because that's not the position that I like to be put in. It's embarrassing being so vulnerable like that. " I gently lift his head and I look at him while gently stroking his soft Auburn hair "it's okay, we'll find a way to stop this I promise." I felt bad because I knew my reassurance was a straight up lie. How could I compete against this Draven guy? I have to somehow find out what's going on.

"I'll have to talk to Hongjoong about this, he has to know a way to stop this." He clears his throat trying get himself together "Of course, you should do that but for now just sit here and enjoy a meal with me and San, yes?" He hums in agreement and watches me cook while he waits for the food to be finished I pour him a warm cup of Earl grey tea infused with blood. San and Wooyoung eventually come in and sit next to Jongho "oh hi Master Wooyoung, don't worry I made extra food today."  I turn and serve them some tea then I begin to serve their plates and place the plates in front of them "let me know how I did today guys." They all take a spoonful of food then Jongho says "Oh wow, this is actually really good now I know why San's been eating with you because your ability to merge human and vampiric pallets is seamless."

I sit down and watch them eat with a smile on my face "Thank you so much Master Jongho but all I did was just add blood." San and Wooyoung look over at me then San says "Hey, aren't you going to eat?" I rest my hand under my chin “Oh yeah, I'll eat the leftovers don't worry"  San shakes his head and gets up "No, Miss y/n you're going to eat with us remember? That's what we agreed on." He serves me a plate of regular food and sets it in front of me "Ahh fine, I was just trying to be a normal maid." San sets a glass of grape juice in front of me and Wooyoung laughs "A normal maid? You stopped being a normal maid the moment you befriended us." Jongho then says "Remember how i said you're a great friend? I wasn't just talking about myself you know" 

I take a sip of my grape juice then in a slightly disappointed tone Wooyoung says "Times like these is when I wish we could do fun things together like normal friends instead of being at home rotting." San's face lights up and says "We can have a little picnic party in the garden tomorrow!" Wooyoung and Jongho nod in agreement then I say "We can, I'll make the food and the desserts!" Wooyoung gives me puppy eyes and says "can I help you cook please?" I nod "of course that would be amazing! You'll be a huge help" Jongho says "Well, I'll ask the rest of the guys if they want to help decorate since the garden is kind of big but don't worry Miss y/n, I won't ask Mingi out of protection for you."

I feel bad he’s getting excluded now. “Are you sure that he’ll be fine with that?” Jongho nods giving me a reassuring smile “I promise you he’ll be fine. Maybe him not being in attendance he’ll realize his mistake.” I hum in response then I give them a serious look "Okay so I have a question, who's Draven? And why am I supposed to be sacrificed to him?" They look at each other nervously for a couple of seconds then Wooyoung blurts out "He's a vampire demon we work for, We call him Draven but his real name is Zuphroi. Oh, and you were supposed to be sacrificed to him because Draven loves to feed on the life force and blood of humans." My stomach drops and my hands fidget under the table to try and calm myself “Hm okay, so who’s the guy in the painting that I saw in the main room of the house?” everyone stays silent for a bit then San says “Oh, that’s our creator. Sir Kim Jongkook.”

I look at their expressions and I could tell they seemed very sad. “If I may ask, what happened to him?” San looks at the guys almost like asking for permission then they both nod and San continues “Well, Sir Jongkook is actually Draven’s older brother..The thing is though that body is no longer Sir Jongkook’s brother because the demon known as Zuphroi possesed it yet he still presents and goes by Draven. The demonic powers Draven got also enhanced his vampiric powers which let him be able to easily surpass his already very powerful older brother and defeat him. Years ago he drained Sir Jongkook of his life force but kept his brother’s remains in his castle, to which remain there till this day. All of this happened because we all became very close to Sir Jongkook and Draven became jealous, the reason being was that he was like a father to all of us and we were like his children but his brother got upset he couldn’t form the same bond we had with his brother which is why he seeked Zuphroi’s power to destroy his own brother out of envy. Our bond was naturally stronger with Sir Jongkook because he was our creator.” I sit there for a moment processing everything “So that man in the painting is Draven’s deceased older brother?” San nods “Correct.”  I slightly raise my eyebrows in shock “Wow…That’s incredibly dark.”

Wooyoung nods looking a bit sullen “Yeah, you’d think because they were brothers Draven would have had mercy on Sir Jongkook since from what they told us they both suffered alot as children. They might not have been brothers by blood but they spent a good portion of their lives together. ” Wooyoung clears his throat clearly not wanting to get emotional and says “Anyway, any other questions?” I nod “Ah yes, why do San and Yeosang turn into cats?” San tilts his head “You know It’s not just us that can turn into cats, all eight of us do actually including Seonghwa.” Oh my gosh, Seonghwa as a cat? If San and Yeosang were so cute I'm sure Seonghwa would be adorable! I raise my eyebrow and blink then San continues “We all turn into cats because Draven put a curse on us.

The upside is we can obviously turn into cats and switch back to our “undead” selves at will but a few downsides are when we need to feed and are on the brink of starvation we become too weak and are unable to turn back into our “undead” selves until we feed on blood again. Another and I guess the worst one is Draven has complete control over our curse so if the amulet around his neck is destroyed then so is the curse, freeing us. Which is why we’re kind of scared of him and try to avoid him showing up at all costs. because we're usually totally vulnerable around him.” I sit back in my seat and look at the three guys sitting in front of me in complete shock “Wow, I’m so sorry this curse is such a burden to all of you. This Draven guy sounds scary. Honestly I would have never thought it would be possible to turn from one species into another.” Wooyoung smiles and wiggles his fingers in the air “That’s magic baby, the dark arts.” Jongho looks at me with a faint smile "Anything else? These guys are basically an open book.” 

I nod  "Hm yeah actually, so all those drawings and photos of those girls in in that room, who are they?" Jongho responds "That room is a room Seonghwa usually frequents as you can see most things in there are his, but those girls are girls he thought were you and instead of returning them we just sacrificed them to Draven because it was easier to keep the sacrifices going since we're kinda forced to keep them coming for him because we have a pact with him." I look down trying to re gather my thoughts then I say "So, you guys knew about Seonghwa's situation?" They all nod then I look at them worriedly "Then how come Mingi hates me and Hongjoong is always so uptight? Wouldn't they at least be a bit nicer?" They shrug then Wooyoung says "Hongjoong is just naturally like that since he's the leader, he takes his position very seriously but he's actually pretty cool and Mingi, honestly we don't know why he acted the way he did we were pretty shocked he attacked you."

I know he probably won't hurt me but knowing that because of me so many innocent girls were killed makes me feel terrible. San taps my hand to get my attention and says "Hey, Please don't tell anyone we told you any of this, I don't think Seonghwa wants you to know." I quietly nod "I understand Master San." Jongho reaches over for my other hand "I hope you don't think differently about any of us." I shake my head "Oh no, I understand you have to honor the pact." I get up and start to gather the dishes San turns to look at me "I hope you're not upset Miss y/n." I shake my head "Well, I can't be It's not in my place to be upset. From the looks of it if you don't honor your pact with him I'm sure you'll be in huge trouble."  Wooyoung looks at the floor for a second then shakes his head "Yep no, I don't want to think about it. Tomorrow night we're supposed to go find someone new for Draven, Hongjoong told San earlier."

I felt a pit in my stomach knowing someone was about to get killed in my place again. San looks at Wooyoung puts his finger on his lips "Shh, Wooyoung stop. It's making Miss y/n very uncomfortable." San holds my hand and gives me his sweet eye smile "How about I help you wash the dishes Miss y/n, today was alot of people who ate with us." He glances over at Jongho and Wooyoung "Evryeone, say goodbye to Miss y/n" Wooyoung narrows his eyes at San while Jongho sits there slightly confused. Shortly after they excuse themselves and both say their goodbyes while San stays behind and helps me clean up the kitchen and do the dishes.

“I’m so sorry for scaring you like that. I know as a human it’s pretty scary feeling so helpless.” I shake my head while clearing out the stove area “You really don’t need to apologize. It was done with good intentions. If anything I really appreciate you giving me a heads up.” San looks out the window looking at the darkening sky. "even so, I feel like I still need to apologize. It just feels wrong if i don't you know?" He glances down at his hand bubbles gently squeezing the bubbles between his fingers onto a bowl below. “You really are such a sweet person, Seonghwa really does know how to pick them.” I turn to San slightly taken aback "You think so?" He gives me a dimpled smile and pokes my cheek leaving a bubble on my cheek "I know so, I can feel you've been through alot. So I think you deserve someone who will love you and protect you, the way a beautiful girl like you should be treated."

He feels that I've been through alot? If only he really knew. Does that mean he has some sort of variant of being clairvoyant or can he just read my mind? Wait... I look to see a smirking San then I poke his side "You're cheating! You can read my mind! That's not fair!" San lets out a yelp and pouts "It's not cheating if you mean well! I'm just emotionally intelligent! Seonghwa reads your mind all the time why me?! " I part my lips in shock then I cover my face in embarrassment Oh god, he knows about me thinking he's beautiful.. "He wha-" San nervously chuckles and points out the window "Look, it's a legion of cats..." Confused I glance out the window and by the time I look back I see his little cat self running away. "Wait! Master San I thought you were going to help me do the dishes?!"

Later after finishing the dishes and bringing a drink over to Yeosang, I run into Hongjoong. He looks at me slightly suspicious and approaches me hastily "Why were you in that room?" I shake my head "I was just curious, I'm so sorry Master Hongjoong." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Look, Seonghwa reminded me who you are now but that doesn't excuse you going around behind our backs sneaking around into rooms you're specifically supposed to stay out of. You're human, you can't expose yourself to some of these things because they will kill you.

Look what happened last time when you wandered off by yourself." I clench onto the beverage plate tightly trying not to look directly at the man’s clearly upset face  "I understand, I'm sorry Master I promise it will never happen again." He pats my head and his voice softens "Good news for you though, we've decided to use someone else as a sacrifice. The only thing is that we hope Draven accepts it." I fidget with the plate in my hands "So, does that mean I get to go home soon?" He clicks his tongue and shakes his head "I'm afraid not, you have to stay here with us."

I nod silently in disappointment. He then looks at me with worry in his eyes "Look, I know what happened with Mingi was really traumatic and it didn't help I was also being a bit rude and going around scaring you. I just didn't know if I could trust you, it wasn't until Seonghwa let me know that you for sure the person he was looking for and you were in fact the girl in the drawing. That's when I realized that I should be nicer since you'll be around here for a long time. So, my apologies for all the misunderstandings. I hope you can forgive me." He holds my hand and puts his other one on top of my free hand "Ahh, Master Hongjoong it's ok I understand." He warmly smiles "Thank you for being so understanding.."

For a few seconds it stays quiet before I decide I need to hear it from the leader himself so I look over at Hongjoong and quietly whisper "So Master, do you know why Master Mingi hates me so much?” he stays quiet for a bit and presses lips into a pained smile "I actually don't know about that one, he's very closed off and usually keeps to himself and distances himself from us alot. The only person he's truly close to is Yunho." Man, Mingi really is unpredictable if his own friends aren't as close to him as they want to. "I see, well I'll let you go now Master your laundry is almost finished I just need to fold it." He gives me an understanding nod "Thank you, you have my permission to leave it in my room when you're finished. "Once Hongjoong is gone I head over to the chapel in search of Yunho. He must be with Mingi. When I open the door and I notice he wasn't in here.

I turn and see Seonghwa standing behind me and I let out a muffled shriek "S-Seonghwa hi, I was just looking for Yunho." He smiles and gently pulls me into a kiss "It's time for your bath my love." I blink and look at him confused "Oh, but it's only 8:30?" He rests his forehead on mine and says "I want to spend extra time with you since I've barely seen you around all day." A flush crept up on my face Oh my gosh what is happening?! "Besides we were in the middle of something earlier remember?" He gently kisses me again, afterwards I swallow the nervous knot in my throat "Oh, of course I remember." He pulls back and he holds my face in his hands "Does that make you uncomfortable my love?" I shake my head "I- Uh no.." He grabs my hand and leads me to his room. It was so romantic looking, the lights being very dim with the red bedding contrasting beautifully with the black Victorian furniture. The room smelled like him too, that same sweet almond vanilla scent that makes me feel warm and safe.

I hear him lock the door behind him and take off his long cape-like jacket in one swift motion, gently hanging it into the matte black coat rack in the corner of the room. Without his cape on I notice he has a small, slim waist. Wow, he looks like a textbook vampire from his hair to his beautiful features, everything a girl could ever want all wrapped up in one being and he's all for me. I mean wha- He glances at me and smirks almost like he really is actually reading my thoughts. He reaches over for me and pulls me over to the bathroom. San was right, he is reading my thoughts.. Everything was set up, from the romantic lighting and ambience to the blood red petals in and leading to the bathtub. Amazed, I look at him not knowing how to react and he says “I hope you like it my love, you deserve to relax and unwind after a long day..” I look at how beautiful the tub is keeping my gaze away from his "I love it, the rose petals were a nice touch.."

He gently tugs on my hand and turns my face towards him "Are you shy?" I nod "I- Yeah, you're just so gorgeous It's hard for me to even look at you." He chuckles "How do you think I feel sweetheart?" He rests his forehead on mine "It's taking so much of me not to ravish you right now." He kisses me and without breaking the kiss he pulls me up onto his arms wrapping my legs around his waist and walks me over to sit me down on the sink. He swiftly undoes my dress, his cold fingertips gently brushing against my warm bare skin. "You're so warm my love." He then slowly pushes my dress off of my shoulders and pulls it off letting it fall onto the floor. He steps back to admire my figure in the lacy bra and panties he chose. "You look delicious.." My cheeks burn causing me to cover myself by pulling him closer to me while he leans into my neck and peppers kisses along my neck and collarbones. He runs his hands up my thighs and squeezes them. I'm going to get railed tonight aren't I? Seonghwa chuckles "I'm most definitely going to enjoy you tonight my love."

The next morning I slowly open my eyes and realize my head is resting on Seonghwa’s chest. Unlike a regular person, whose heart beat would wake you up his was nothing but silence which is slightly off putting. Giving me the urge to look up at him to make sure he was actually real. When I meet his eyes he looks down at me gently stroking my hair and says “Good morning my love, did you sleep well?” I nod then I bury my face in the crook of his neck, still slightly sleepy and he says “I wish we could stay like this forever.” I hum back quietly while he gently kisses the top of my head. After what happened last night it made me realize how much he longed for that moment to be with me. The fact that this beautiful man loved me enough to wait all these years for me. I still can’t believe it. I gently hold his hand to which he laces his fingers between mine “I wish we could too.” I say then he brushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and kisses me while he gently rests his hand on my neck and mine on his chest. He pulls me on top of him and without breaking the kiss I pull back.

“As much as I'd love to stay in bed with you for a little while I have to go and finish Master Hongjoong’s laundry from yesterday.” He nods then gently kisses the side of my jaw "That's okay, just stay here with me for a bit." He pulls me to lay on top of him while resting my head on his chest again, only this time his arm was around my waist while the other ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm happy I no longer have to wake up alone, I'm glad I finally found you." I gently boop his nose "Thank you for taking care of me. Hwa." He takes my hand in his and kisses the back of my hand "You've got nothing to thank me for my love. I only showed you how much I love you, because it comes from the deepest most sincere part of me." A small knot forms in my throat as he utters those words, for some reason evreytime he speaks his truth. I still can't believe someone actually feels that way towards me, he seems too unreal. "You know, I kind of feel bad because I feel like I have nothing to offer." Seonghwa tilts my head to face him, and looks at me with slight hurt in his eyes "Don't say such a thing, you have plenty to offer. Your love and respect is more than enough to me. I'm so sorry you might have experienced injustices in your life where you had been giving far too much than what you were receiving but I promise you I won't ever hurt you. I'll be with you forever. and coming from me, that's a long time."

My eyes begin to sting from the tears so I blink them away and bury my face in his neck. Seonghwa chuckles and pats my head "Don't cry my love, it's okay." I let out a slightly embarrassed laugh and wipe my eyes "Don't worry they're happy tears, I'm just moved by your words." He his thumb gently caresses my bottom lip "My age is showing again isn't it?" I shake my head and sit up on his lap "No, I like it. Trust me, people my age are usually stupid more than anything because of how selfish they are, at least you're empathetic and wise. That's very attractive in my eyes." Seonghwa smirks and nods "Alright princess, I'll take your word for it." I glance over at the clock next to Seonghwa's bed and it read "8:15 am" Ah damn, I have to go I need to start cooking for the picnic today or I won't finish in time.. I rest my arms on either side of his head and gently kiss his cheek "Okay, I've got to go now! No peaking in the kitchen until I tell you to.." He pulls me down on top of him again and smiles “Alright my love, if you run into any problems don’t hesitate to look for me okay?” I nod "No problem, you've got my word."

In the garden behind the house I stand outside taking down the laundry that I left to dry the night before due to Hongjoong's special request. While I fold laundry and look at the garden, I realize today is the picnic we planned so I try and fold as fast as my little  hands would let me. Eventually when I finish folding the clothes I walk to Hongjoong’s room and drop off his basket of clothes. His room is amazing, but yet somehow still messy so while I was there I decide to do some cleaning up so while cleaning up Hongjoong's desk I notice a stray sheet of paper that appeared to be ripped out of a book that said "The sacred blood of the witch is the elixir of magic and power.” I stand there for a few seconds wondering what that meant then I set the papers into a neat stack. Maybe I shouldn't meddle in his things and just go, I can probably get something out of San or Wooyoung. I carefully clean up the rest of the stray papers and books on the ground and exit his room.

After dropping off Hongjoong's laundry my next stop was the kitchen so I begin to prepare the food and some desserts, shortly after Wooyoung comes into the kitchen and says “It smells delicious, can I help? Remember you promised to let me!” I nod while I prepare the dough for some cookies “If you want you can help me with the food and I’ll do the desserts fair?” he nods and grabs an apron from the kitchen closet. A few minutes later while Wooyoung chops a few vegetables he says in a low voice “We’re getting that sacrifice tonight Miss y/n. If you don’t mind is it okay if you help us?” As soon as Wooyoung uttered those words my hands ran cold. Immediately I turn and look at Wooyoung and I slightly stammer “I-I don’t know if that’s a great idea Master Wooyoung.” He slightly raises his eyebrow and says “And why is that?” I begin to fidget with my hands then I look out the kitchen window “I can’t do that knowing you guys will kill that poor person because of me.” Wooyoung sets the knife down he then turns to me and puts his hands on my shoulders “But we have to go through with the sacrifice, especially if you want to stay alive. We just need your help to keep them calm that’s all, you won’t see the moment that person is sacrificed.”

I shake my head then I turn and look at Wooyoung “I can’t. Knowing that person is going to die because of me doesn’t sit right with me at all.” He sighs “But that person’s death is what’s going to keep you alive. I’m not supposed to tell you this but if Draven gets a hold of you, his power levels will increase and we really don’t want that. That man is already dangerous as it is.” I blink then a confused expression grows onto my face “What do you mean me? Is there something wrong with me?” He puts his hand on his hips and the other one gently tugging his dark hair clearly regretting he even said anything to begin with. ”Okay, look. So, you have a relative from a few hundred years ago who was a very powerful witch her name was Ursula but she was known as Sorceress Ursula. She was very well known among the underworld community which is why you're probably not very aware of it. So obviously, you being related to a witch especially a very powerful one you have literal magic running through your veins, the thing is Draven is not aware you’re related to her right now but once he smells your blood he’ll instantly know then you’ll be in big trouble.”

I swear I feel like a normal human I don’t get it, I’m most definitely not liking where this is going either. ”It's not just you who's going to be in trouble though so are we. Seonghwa for falling in love with a witch and us for helping him keep you alive. Witches and Vampires are forbidden to fall in love due to the fact that we are undead and to witches vampires are a perversion of life itself or in other words we aren't natural. We are not meant to be alive despite being considered dead." So Seonghwa is risking not only his life but his friends as well all because he loves me. I have to at least help out, I don’t want Seonghwa or my friends to get in trouble because of me. I sigh “Alright Master Wooyoung I’ll help.” He smiles and hugs me tight “Thank you so much, also please don’t tell anyone not even Seonghwa about what I told you.” The oven dings causing both of us to jump so I pull away and hurriedly get the oven mitts and I take out the other batch of cookies ”Don’t worry, I won’t say anything I promise. It'll stay safe with me.”

A few hours later San comes in with Jongho then he cheekily smiles “Can I have a cookie?” I nod and hand him the plate of cookies “Sure but just one, we have to eat first.” he takes one and puts it in his mouth “Oh my, these are delicious.” he chews on the cookie while he takes another plate of sweets and heads outside to put them on the picnic table. Jongho smiles and walks over to me and shyly nods his head “Good afternoon Miss y/n I hope making all these treats and food wasn’t too much of a hassle for you.” I smile and shake my head “Oh, no worries Master Wooyoung helped me, it was very nice to have someone help me but something funny is that I found out he’s actually a very good cook.” he steps over to the pots of food on the stove “Well, I’m glad it wasn’t an inconvenience for you, I can’t wait to taste all of these they smell delicious.” I smile then I hand him a pot of food to take outside “I’m honestly excited for the food too. I kinda skipped breakfast and I'm starving.” I grab another pot of food and we both head outside eventually fixing everything and setting everything up. I look at the table then I realize I forgot the tea so I walk back inside the kitchen and I notice Yunho In the kitchen with Yeosang heading outside to the picnic.

Oh my gosh Yunho. Maybe I could ask him about Mingi. Both Yunho and Yeosang say hi with Yeosang following up with “Miss y/n, Wooyung let me know about the picnic today. If I may ask will there be blood?” I nod “Yes Master Yeosang I prepared a pitcher full of pure blood but we will also be having some blood tea, Masters San, Jongho and Wooyung really enjoy that one as well so don’t worry. I also have a feeling the menu will be to your liking with blood since Wooyoung helped me prepare a special blood sauce to go with the food.” A small smile appears on his beautifully angelic face then he says “Ah, alright then sounds great. Come on Yunho let’s go get some food, I haven’t eaten human food in a few decades” I glance over at Yunho then I blurt out “Actually Master Yeosang, I have a question to ask Yunho we’ll catch up to you in a little.”

He nods and heads outside towards the beautiful gazebo where the picnic is being held. Yunho then turns his attention towards me then says “So, what exactly is your question Miss y/n? I also hope you’re doing okay from yesterday’s attack.” I look down and tightly grip the side of my dress then I fidget with my hands “I’m doing a bit better, still very much freaked out though. Although my question actually has to do with the attack. Master Yunho, why did Mingi attack me?” Yunho averts his gaze from mine for a few seconds then looks back at me “Well, Mingi is just sort of a younger vampire who can’t control himself and you happened to upset him when he noticed you were in that room. Thus, creating a very dangerous mix of elements.” His guard is up, I have to try harder. “Well that makes sense but even before that I sensed Master Mingi didn’t like me.” Yunho looks out the window clearly worried about all the questions being asked “Well, Mingi has always had trouble opening up to people just give him time and he’ll warm up to you.” I shake my head “I’m sorry Master but I have a feeling It goes far beyond him acting cold towards me, he literally almost killed me.”

Yunho slightly leans onto the kitchen counter almost leveling his height to mine “It’s just like what I said earlier, him being a young vampire and him being terrible at controlling himself is the reason why he attacked.” Hongjoong and Seonghwa are talking in the distance then Yunho quickly walks off outside with the rest of the guys leaving me alone in the kitchen until a few seconds later Hongjoong and Seonghwa enter the kitchen. Immediately I play off my interaction with Yunho by grabbing the tea kettles “Oh hello Master Hongjoong, hi Seonghwa I was just getting some blood tea for you guys and regular tea for myself.” Hongjoong waves and grabs a tray of cookies on the counter "Hello there Miss y/n I'll be taking this outside" He gives me a kind smile and leaves Seonghwa and I alone.

“I can help you my love” He reaches for one of the kettles from my hands “Oh, careful it's hot.” I say while I make sure the kettle doesn't touch his skin. Seonghwa glances down at me then smiles "You're so precious, you know that?" I cover one of my ears with my available hand hiding bright red ear and he chuckles "Your shyness is telling me you agree with my words." I look down slightly embarrassed "I'm just still in shock someone as sweet and loving as you has been waiting for me all these years." He kisses the top of my head and pulls my shoulder onto his chest "Which is why now I'm going to make up for all that time I lost not being with you." I raise my eyebrow with a cheeky smile "Well, I hope you enjoy being with all wrinkly old woman Sir." Seonghwa tilts my chin up looking deep into my eyes "Just know no matter how much time changes you, just know my love for you will never change." I meant that as a joke but why do I feel like crying? This knot in my throat... Unable to speak Seonghwa gently kisses my forehead and smiles "Let's go, I'm sure you're very hungry after all that cooking." We both walk outside towards the gazebo and I begin to pour tea in their tea cups then San says “Oh, hey Miss y/n don’t worry about pouring tea just sit and eat comfortably, after all we’re all sitting here enjoying a meal as friends even though it might be a little weird since we’re not exactly human.”

I set down the tea pot and I sit down “That’s okay, friends are friends. I mean you guys were human at one point in your lives so that counts.” I serve myself a plate then I look around “The garden is beautiful and so is this gazebo but from the looks of it it’s rarely ever used.” Jongho says “Oh yeah, usually just me and San are the ones that come out here. I really like to look at the graden and sing.” after swallowing a spoonful of food San says “I like to come out here and play in my cat form it’s so fun being able to run around since Hongjoong and Seonghwa don’t let me do it inside.” I pick up the floral golden rimmed tea cup and take a sip “Oh I’m sure being a cat must be fun. It must feel nice being so free, but how come none of you guys burst into flames when we came outside? Aren't vampires deathly allergic to the sun?”

The guys look at each other and laugh as if I've said the most hilarious thing even until Hongjoong clears his throat “Well, the sun severely hurts our eyes Miss y/n. The whole catching on fire or having sparkling skin thing is a myth. The only way to kill us really is by a stab in the heart with a wooden or silver steak, beheading or burning is also an option.”  Well, that's gruesome, I didn't think he'd mention that so nonchalantly. I slowly nod “Ah, that explains the sunglasses then? So how often do you guys need to feed? Is that an everyday thing or..” Everyone looks over at Seonghwa then he gently pats my head and says “Well, to be truthful we only need to feed at least once a week or every 3 days, meaning we each feed an average of 52 times in a year maybe a little more.” Wow that’s kind of a lot, 52 victims every year. With Draven involved though I'm sure the amount of victims is double the amount of death.

Seonghwa gently reaches over to hold my hand Wooyoung then smirks and says “The thing is though when a vampire falls in love with a human their thirst for their blood becomes very strong.” My hands grow cold then San turns to Wooyoung and smacks his arm “Hey, Wooyoung don’t tell her that you’ll freak her out. I’m sure she still doesn’t trust us like that yet..” Seonghwa gently squeezes my hand “Do you trust me Miss y/n?” His green and gold eyes look right at me very tenderly with no trace of malice. “Of course I trust you, I’m just still a bit scared from what happened. So knowing you might eat me in any second kinda scares me a bit. especially since um..” Oh my god, no wonder he would get extra riled up when he was anywhere near my neck last night. I glance at the rest of the vampires at the table then back over at Seonghwa who gently kisses my forehead and chuckles keeping his cool “I would never do that sweetheart, I love you too much.” Yeosang then says “You don’t have to worry about Seonghwa not controlling himself, he keeps his vampiric instincts under control very well.”

Wooyoung then cheekily smiles “Guys, I’ve never seen Seonghwa look at anyone like that, I like it, he looks less scary.” Yeosang shoots him a look then smiles “I mean when you’ve been looking for your soul mate for most of your vampire life then you finally find them I’m sure you’d act the same way.” Yunho looks over at Seonghwa and says “I know you’re happy but please keep an eye on her if something happens to her before we can get to her I really don’t want to think about it.” Seonghwa looks over at me then turns to Yunho slightly annoyed “Actually my dear Yunho, Mingi needs to be the one who's careful he should know better. Just because he’s a younger vampire doesn’t excuse him attacking people. he doesn't intend to feed on.” Yunho looks over at Hongjoong almost pleading him to step in but in return Hongjoong shrugs and says “He’s right, that can’t be an excuse. Look at Jongho, he's the youngest and he controls himself very well.” Yunho sighs in frustration then says “How can you just be on the witch’s side?! I’m sorry but you guys out of anyone here know how hard it is for Mingi to control himself. ”

Everyone turns and looks at Yunho in shock I then feel Seonghwa’s hand clench I hold his arm and gently squeeze it then he responds in a low tone “Yunho, don’t ever disrespect Miss y/n like that ever again.” Yunho grows a very sullen expression “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand hearing you guys say those things about Mingi. I promise Miss y/n he’s a great person. It’s just that…” He looks over at everyone for a second then he looks back at me “MIngi doesn’t like you because of your witches descent...You’re a witch.” Hongjoong gets up and grabs Yunho by the arm “Alright come on Yunho, you’ve said enough today.” I know Wooyoung told me earlier but hearing him say it that way makes me realize I'm somewhere I shouldn’t be. I have a feeling I’m going to die here.  

While Hongjoong escorts Yunho back to the house I sit there in shock and embarrassment. Seonghwa pulls me close and gently pats my head and without thinking I say “I honestly wish I was gone. Ever since I arrived here I’ve brought so many problems to you guys, you especially Seonghwa. I’m so sorry.” He gently kisses the top of my head and gently strokes my cheek “No, it’s not your fault please don’t say that. From the day you were born I hoped to have you in my arms that’s how much I love you. Being born of a witch's descent isn’t your fault at all, to me you’re just human.” San, Jongho, Yeosang and Wooyoung walk over to me and Seonghwa. Jongho puts his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezes it he then sits next to me and holds my hand “I also am glad you were born because who else Is going to cheer on my singing?”

San moves some plates aside and sits on the table “Yes, and who else is going to play with me or give me really delicious snacks. Only you Miss y/n” Wooyoung then says “If you weren’t here I'd have no one to test recipes for, you’re also an amazing cooking buddy. It’s really fun cooking with you.” And finally Yeosang says “Not to mention if you weren’t here I'd have no one to help me out with experiments since none of these guys ever want to help.” I sigh “I’m so sorry for being selfish, but please understand where I'm coming from. I’m terrified just being here, don’t get me wrong being with you guys has its upsides because if I'm honest in the back of my mind there’s always that thought that maybe one day i’ll end up dead. I’m just a mere human, I’m not a witch I don’t have powers or powerful spells.”

Seonghwa slightly smiles and turns my face towards him “As long as I'm here I'll protect you with my life so you have nothing to worry about.” San looks over at the other guys then says “Us too, I know we just met not long ago but we’re all so fond of you now so don’t mind grouchy Mingi. We’ll protect you.” San then turns into his cat form and walks over to me purring and rubbing his tiny head on my arm I gently pick him up put him on my lap and pet him. My throat grows a heavy knot but not one of sadness but one of happiness and slowly my vision blurs and tears well up in my eyes. “Thank you so much…” I gently hug San in my arms while Seonghwa wipes away my tears “Oh no, don’t cry my love.” I smile and shake my head “I’m sorry I'm such a crybaby it was just happy tears.” Everyone else smiles then Jongho says “How about we help Miss y/n clean up?” I put San on the table and I get up and pick up all the plates “All the dirty dishes can go in the sink I'll wash them when I’m finished packing up all the food” they nod and take the pots of food inside San stays behind then turns back into his regular form “About what Yunho said, just ignore that. He got a bit emotional because he’s really close friends with Mingi.”

“It’s okay, I know I'm a witch by blood he wasn’t wrong about that, It just hurts because of the way he said it. I thought he was my friend and I’d never thought he’d say those things, but I totally understand I honestly would have stood up for my best friend too.” San sighs then grabs a cookie from the plate and takes a bite “True, but he didn’t have to use the fact that you’re a witch against you it’s like getting upset because fire is hot. It makes no sense because you can’t change who you are although I do think the fact that vampires and witches have a strong rivalry against each other plays a strong role as to why they’re acting that way especially Mingi, for him everything that Draven says he follows. Draven hates witches but he loves the power that comes with them so when he drinks their blood he favors that over human blood any day.”

San picks up some pots of food and we walk back towards the kitchen. He leans over close to me and says “Do you need help with the dishes again?” I shake my head and smile “Oh no, it’s okay Master San you can just bring me the remaining food from outside besides I'm sure you need to rest and prepare yourself for um… That thing happening tonight.” He looks over at Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Jongho and Yeosang talking to eachother while they bring in the rest of the food then San gives me an eye smile and says in a low whisper “Oh right, I almost forgot about that it’s today.” The rest of the boys walk into the kitchen and set the remaining food onto the kitchen table then Wooyoung says “Forgot about what San?” San then turns to Wooyoung and awkwardly smiles “Oh you know, that thing that’s happening tonight” Seonghwa then says “Oh, did you let Miss y/n in on what we’re doing?” Wooyoung nods and says “Yes, I told her this morning and she says it’s okay.”

Seonghwa looks over at me slightly worried “Are you sure you want to do this my love? I don’t want you to get scared over what happens or you know see us in a different light.” I force a smile and hold Seonghwa’s hand “It’s okay, I understand. You guys are in a pact after all and the last thing I want is for you guys to get in trouble so I decided it’ll be best I help and not be useless. I need to put my personal feelings aside.” Yeosang then says “I don’t know if Wooyoung told you this but please try not to get attached to this person, I know you’ll probably want to make friends with someone but It’s best you don’t we don’t want to risk an escapee.” I nod “Yes Master Yeosang understood.” Yeosang puts his hands on my shoulders his ruby red eyes looking into mine "Seriously, you cannot get attached Miss y/n, no matter how kind they are and how much you want to comfort them do not get attached." Huh, I wonder why...

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Day 17 – Size Swap

Today's prompt is size swap! For this I decided to go with a size-swap AU for In Deep Waters (regular story here), because it's a thought I've had for a while now and this is as good an excuse as any to write some of it. Enjoy!

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My name is Jeremy Waters, and I have never left New Mexico.

I say this just to point out how mundane my life should be. I don’t take risks, I don’t put myself in dangerous situations. I’m not the kind of person who would, say, go hiking through the Alaskan wilderness. The most excitement I normally get is going out to happy hour with some friends.

I’m fine with that. Really. I don’t need or want much more excitement- I get anxious when there’s more traffic than usual. Boring suits me just fine. Hence why I live in the same town I grew up in, less than an hour from my aunt and uncle, in an apartment owned by a friend of a friend. The college I recently graduated from is a few blocks away, and my upcoming job as a court stenographer only necessitates a fifteen-minute drive.

My life, by all rights, should be entirely normal. Yet, recently it’s been nothing but strange.

Strange, and dangerous. 

It started with a walk in the park.

Well, not really, I’m sure it started in some other strange place with a much more unusual set of circumstances, but for me it started then and there. The park was a familiar one to me, being on the walk from my current apartment to the college I’d just graduated from a few weeks ago. Now, in the decent chunk of summer I had between graduation and the start of my new job, I often wound up at the park just to relax. It had a few trees for shade, as well as a retention pond, where ducks liked to hang out. Sometimes I would come and feed them lettuce, just for something to do.

I actually had brought lettuce that day – there was some in my backpack, flat and nearly-empty given that I had no plans for the day and no classes to go to anymore – but there were no ducks in the pond. Looking back, I think that’s why I wandered over rather than staying in the shade of the trees. It was kind of strange to not see even one bird there. The day was hot and dry enough that they would surely seek out the water.

I stepped off of the paved sandstone path and into the scraggly grass, which was doing its best to be green but had only reached a sort of parched greenish yellow. They didn’t waste much water on a sprinkler system for a park that was mostly rocks and benches. The grass got a little greener near the edge of the retention pond, and I stopped there, looking out at the relatively small body of water.

The surface was still. There wasn’t much wind that day, and no birds, so that didn’t strike me as odd at the time. What did seem odd was the amount of wood floating on top of the water, like some rotted old tree branch had crumbled into the pond. Only, there weren’t any trees close enough to do that, and all the trees in the park seemed perfectly healthy. Weird.

I crouched down near the edge of the water, watching the pieces bob slowly. One of the larger bits of wood, a few feet away, seemed to have something on it. I squinted for a few moments before realizing that it was a… doll? Must be. It was only about four inches long, though it was curled up with its eyes closed, as if it were sleeping. It was probably made to look that way. It was all wet, from its short black hair to its little boots, and I looked around with a furrowed brow, wondering if some kid had lost it here or if it had somehow been washed into the pond with the rest of the debris. There had been a bad storm the night before, though I hadn’t heard about anything drastic happening.

Maybe there was a parks and rec lost-and-found I could turn it in to or something. I leaned forward and reached for it, my arm outstretched and my fingers barely brushing against it before I managed to snag the edge of the wood and drag the whole thing closer.

Then it opened its eyes.

I yelped, caught by surprise with my own eyes wide, and then the little not-a-doll shrieked in return. It scrambled to its hands and knees – dexterously, way too naturally, oh my god it must actually be alive – and skittered away.

And fell right off the edge of the wood and into the pond with a quiet plop!

“Oh shit,” I breathed, at a loss for anything else to say for a long moment. Too long, my brain clamored at me, what if it couldn’t swim? I pushed past the impossibility of it all, which was conspiring with my anxiety to grab my full attention, and after only a moment of twitchy hesitation I plunged my hand into the water after the little thing.

I waved my hand around in the water blindly for a moment before feeling some movement, and I managed to cup my hand around something small and flailing and pull it up out of the water. I had barely managed this, my hand and wrist dripping water and my fingers loosely holding onto the little whatever-it-was, when a tentacle – yes, you read that right – shot up out of the water after me and wrapped itself around my wrist.

I shrieked. It was an embarrassing shriek, far from manly, but in my defense I was thoroughly freaked out by this point. I waved my arm madly, trying to dislodge the slimy, completely unwanted grip of the tentacle even as I tried to backpedal further from the edge of the water. It clung to me, slick, sucker-covered muscle squeezing my wrist with shockingly strong tension, until I’d pulled enough that a good length of the tentacle was stretched out of the water. I caught a glimpse of something, a shadowy suggestion of some larger body coming towards the surface, before it finally let me go. The tentacle whipped back into the water, which rippled with the motion before falling still again, as if nothing had ever happened.

 Rubbing my wrist with my other hand, I scrambled to my feet and made it all the way back to the benches before I remembered why I’d been reaching into the water in the first place. Peeling open my fingers, which had clenched up in a loose sort of cage around the little doll-thing, I looked down and tried to assess what the fuck was even going on. My heavy breathing and pounding heart settled a bit as the confusion of this new mystery overwhelmed my previous panic.

Whatever it was, it was definitely alive. It pushed against my fingers with weak little hands and feet, struggling to sit up in my palm. Upon closer look, it seemed to be dressed in teeny furs, which were drenched after being submerged in the pond. It had short black hair, dripping with the tiniest droplets of water I’d ever seen, and its features looked vaguely indigenous. When it finally managed to sit up, it looked up at me – with a little face so round and babyish that it must be young, whatever it was – and babbled out something miserably. “Na’awa eren al? Eren al an ch’itok?” I didn’t recognize the language at all, much less the strange clicking sound the little thing added right in the middle, and my confusion must have shown because that tiny expression only got increasingly distressed. The little thing sniffled, face contorting into pure childlike dismay, before it burst into tears. “Il ta-impi ilo nani!” it wailed, before curling up even smaller and sobbing as noisily as something that small could.

When I say I was both heart-stricken and shocked, both are an understatement. No matter how impossible the situation, the fact remained that for all intents and purposes I had a four-inch-tall child crying in my hand, and there was nobody and nothing around to help or explain. A quick glance showed that no other regular people were around, and there weren’t even any other impossible, tiny people floating on the pieces of wood that remained in the pond. This was up to me, and I had absolutely no idea what to do.

So I did what I do whenever any situation gets strange and unpredictable- I went home.

I tucked the sobbing little kid close to me, hoped like hell nobody would notice, and walked on home at the fastest casual power-walk I could manage. It probably didn’t look casual at all, but thankfully nobody looked at me twice (even if they did look at me once, something my social anxiety couldn’t help but clock, and the fear of being asked what I was doing chased me all the home).

My brain raced even faster than my feet along the way. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Tiny people weren’t supposed to exist, and the retention pond in a city park sure as hell wasn’t supposed to have anything in it with tentacles like that. The storm last night couldn’t explain that. I’d heard stories about creatures in the ocean getting picked up and put somewhere else during hurricanes, but the storm had hardly been a hurricane, and besides, this was New Mexico. We were way too far from the ocean for that to be a thing. Had an octopus escaped from the local aquarium? Did we even have an aquarium in town? I was positive we didn’t, actually.

I arrived home with a lot of questions and a total of zero answers. Still, shutting and locking the door behind me was a huge relief. I might still have a reality-breaking little kid in my hand, but at least no zoo-escapees were about to lunge out at me here. We were safe.

Looking down, I carefully pulled my hand away, peeking in at the tiny anomaly. The miniature child looked back up at me with obvious fear and hesitation; they’d stopped crying, but their expression still held all too much misery, their dark little eyes watery and their cheeks flushed with emotion. Poor thing. I hadn’t exactly made the best impression.

“It’s okay,” I told them softly. They startled at my voice, flinching back against my fingers, but still stared up at me. Maybe they were trying to understand; I had no doubt that they understood my language about as well as I understood theirs, but I was hoping my tone might come across all the same. “I’m not going to hurt you.” They kept staring for a moment before sniffling and rubbing their eyes with the back of one teeny hand.

They were still soggy – holding them so close had made a little wet spot on my t-shirt – so I figured the first order of business was to get them dried off. I hurried to the bathroom and rummaged around in the linen closet for a washcloth (a whole towel would obviously have been overkill). Setting them down carefully on the bathroom counter, I watched them get to their feet before hesitantly offering the washcloth. “Do you… want to get dry?” I asked, hoping at least the question would come across. It suddenly felt awkward. This was a kid, impossibly teeny or not, and they weren’t my kid. I was hoping they were old enough to be able to do stuff for themself, like drying off, because I suddenly very much didn’t want to come across as some weird stranger trying to do that for them.

To my extreme relief, they looked at me quizzically but reached out for the washcloth with two teeny little hands. I let them take it, though the moment I let go their arms fell down with the weight of it, and they had to work hard to wrangle it enough to wipe their little face with. They were just so small. How was this even possible?

I ruminated on that as I took a seat on the edge of the nearby bathtub, putting me a little closer to their level but far enough away that I didn’t feel like I was hovering weirdly. The tiny kiddo barely seemed to notice anyways. They gave me a few little glances – more curious than scared, though that might have just been me projecting my own hopes there, as the miniature expressions were hard to see to begin with – and started toweling off their hair.

They then plunked themselves down to a seat, with a motion that only enforced my idea that they were just a kid, and pulled off their little boots. They emptied the water (barely a droplet) out of one with a small “egch!” of disgust and I couldn’t help but smile at the tiny theatrics. Once their boots and socks had been peeled off – revealing the tiniest little toes I’ve ever seen – they set them next to each other with fastidious perfectionism. They then patted down their hair, attempting to get it into order, before unfastening their leathered fur jacket with little toggles that were almost too teeny for me to see. They had on a little fabric shirt on underneath, a deep red in color, that they then dabbed at with the edge of the washcloth. They’d been soaked through, poor thing, but at least they seemed content to get dry now. Children were pretty resilient about that sort of thing; my entire day would have been ruined for sure. The jury was still out on whether my day had already been ruined by a sudden octopus attack.

The careful way in which the tiny kiddo arranged their jacket to dry and the little ways that they kept taming their drying hair made me guess that this was a little girl rather than a little boy. I leaned forward a bit, trying to see if the features of their face matched this assumption, and they turned toward me with wide, dark eyes and a look of surprise on their tiny face. It was hard to tell with kids, but I was pretty sure I was right. I could at least go on that assumption until we figured out enough communication for them – her – to tell me otherwise.

Once she seemed to have dried herself off as much as she wanted to, I reached over to grab the washcloth. The tiny girl flinched, looking alarmed, and I suddenly realized that she probably thought I was going to grab her up again. Whoops. “It’s okay,” I assured her, making my voice as gentle as I could. I tried to move more slowly, curving my hand around her to pick up the washcloth. “All done?” I asked, gesturing with the cloth as much as I dared.

She tilted her head a little, looking between me and the washcloth with utmost concentration, before nodding. “Tyo,” she announced. I took that as a yes. I pulled away the washcloth slowly, giving her time to protest, but she didn’t.

Well, that was our very first tally mark under “successful communication”. Here’s to hoping we could keep that up.

I stood, eliciting a wide-eyed stare from the teeny girl on my counter, and hung the washcloth on the shower curtain rod to dry. A strange smell wafted towards me from it, and I sniffed the washcloth a bit to double-check. It smelled like… salt. Like seawater. Brow furrowed, I lifted up my own shirt, smelling the damp spot that had been formed when I carried the drenched little girl home from the park. Saltwater again.

That made no sense at all. It was a retention pond in the middle of a landlocked state, it shouldn’t have any salt in it, much less smell like the ocean. I stared down at the little girl on the counter, and she looked up at me, tiny and impossible and unable to give me any answers even if she knew them.

Just what on earth was going on?

[annaphoenix1994]

It's a Win

Masterlist:

Simon has been the master at your prank wars throughout your relationship, but this time, you get a win of your own.

"You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war."

Simon was one to handle his post-deployment stress in different ways. Surprisingly to you, it was rare that he would shut down and isolate himself. He spoke about his time deployed openly when it was brought up, but never seemed to be too bothered by it.

It was no surprise that Simon had a very morbid sense of humor that he shared with Soap. You two could joke about things, but you couldn't participate in the war jokes he and Soap would talk about as you simply didn't understand.

To cope with this, Simon and Soap turned to gaming online. You would giggle when hearing him cuss at his comrade through a headset, playing (you guessed it!) war games. Both Simon and Johnny could be online playing for hours it seemed like, but they only scheduled time to join online on days where you would either have to go to work early the next morning or on Sunday night.

He did this because he would fall asleep at later hours of the night and wouldn't want to keep you awake by his restlessness.

You two were on a friendly prank kick recently, Simon planning you recently by hiding in the hallway and shooting you with a confetti gun when you got home from work late one night. "This means war, babe." You laughed.

"I like the sound of that."

"Bet."

That was a week ago, so you figured you'd try to catch him off guard and let him simmer on the thought of when you'd strike.

Although if he were to be honest, he didn't care. He knew you couldn't catch him off guard, but he didn't have the heart to tell you that. Playing pranks on each other made you happy and he continued to feed into your satisfaction.

You were afraid to do the prank you had compiled, even reaching out to Soap for his approval as you were afraid he'd shut down at the sound of the firecrackers and get mad at you. After Soap's approval as well as the comment of it "being funny as fuck," you decided to continue.

Getting your equipment together, you had decided to put a few firecrackers into a pot and igniting them, although you had to find a way to sneak up on him.

Then you remembered that Simon wore a headset while gaming with Soap.

Making your way up the stairs, you forced yourself to hide a laugh as you heard Simon cussing at Soap over the headset. "Soap, what the fuck are you doin? How the fuck did you survive the last tour?!"

You entered the room that Simon used as his office and gaming room, seeing that the light was off and he was in an *intense* gunfight with enemy fire.

"Oy, you're the one who can't hit a moving target!" You heard Soap recoil back.

"Saved your ass didn't I?" Simon spat back, his focus hard on the game before him.

"Away n' bile yer head!" Soap scoffed.

"Speak fuckin' English, MacTavish."

"Sorry, sir, let me translate: go fuck yourself."

"Much better."

You two banter like a married couple, you thought as you set the pot of firecrackers right behind the desk chair he used as a gaming chair.

Looking up to see that he was still focused on the screen, you lit the fuse and hurried back on your feet, covering your ears as you stood next to the wall as they went off.

The headset flew off of Simon's head as he threw the controller and ducking to the floor, the military instinct never leaving him as he looked like he was taking cover. "What the fuck?!" He shouted.

You laughed after seeing that he wasn't mad at the prank, but mad that he got scared and was put in a vulnerable state in front of you. He lay on his back, fighting a smirk as he knew he had to eat his words when it came to you proving him wrong. "You sneaky little bastard." He huffed.

"Told you I'd get you!"

"That you did."

You giggled as you set the pot aside, letting the smoke settle as you sat in his place in the chair and grabbing the headset, "Johnny?"

"Ghost? Your balls disappear?"

"No, but I got myself a win."

You heard Soap laugh over the mic, "Never thought I'd see the day!"

You smirked as you looked down at him, seeing the playful glare he was shooting you. "Still at war, yeh?"

"Oh, no," He shook his head. "You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war."

[for-male-readers]

nightwing x reader

the reader in this one is gender neutral for the most part, but since this is a male reader/oc blog that’s who it’s targeted to. thanks for reading! this is my second post for the week lol so see you next week with another oneshot or maybe another series installment who knows 

its short i know leave me ALONE 

    Meeting Grayson was one of the worst days of your life. Work sucked and it seemed the entire city was against you. Being in your line of work, it wasn't irregular to feel like that, but today was just one of those days. To finish off the night, some freakshow in an alleyway decided you looked ripe for a mugging and slammed you into a brick wall, head bouncing against it, hard. He held a dull blade to your neck and asked for your belongings. You sighed, trying to keep a sob down. You felt someone land at the end of the alleyway and start to say something, but you managed to slap the knife out of his hands and kick one of his knees in. You snapped your eyes to the end where the second stranger was standing, now frozen in the middle of his sentence, and decided he wasn't an active threat, so you spun on your heels and started walking back home.

   "Hey!" you heard before the same landing noise came from two feet in front of you. He was shorter than you but was wearing the most ridiculous suit ever. It was blue and black and his mask didn't help make him look any more serious.    "Don't 'hey' me, what the hell are you wearing?" you couldn't stop yourself before the sentence came out. He looked stunned like nobody had ever called his fashion sense into question before. "Whatever you want, you aren't getting it dressed like that."    "Ouch," he smiled, and even though he really looked stupid, it was so pretty. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right. You hit your head pretty hard back there." He shifted his weight like he was nervous but his face said otherwise; he was smirking.    "I'll be fine, I can take care of myself."    "I don't doubt that; I saw what you did back there." You stared right at him, unimpressed. He said it like that was the pinnacle of self-defense you could produce. "Not everybody can do that."    "Listen, dude, I've had the day of my fucking life, if you wanna get in my way too, be my guest. I need to feed my dog," you shoved past him, "Get lost."    You still felt his eyes on you as you walked away. That was on the corner of 37th and second ave, almost a year ago.    Unfortunately, that wasn't the first time you had to fight your way out of an interaction having to do with Grayson; a month later you woke up to TwoFace absolutely suplexing a bucket of ice water on your face.    "What the fuck?!" Great question, really, but it wasn't like you were in the capacity to ask a better one.    "Don't worry, no harm will come to you, so long as I get my NightWing, as promised!"    "You fucking slut, this is a fucking Armani dress shirt!" You kept moving the ropes tying your hands together to slip out of them. "Do you know how fucking much this cost me? I'll fucking kill you." You realized he didn't think to tie your feet down. Not that it would prevent the inevitable, but it would have slowed you down. You got your hands on his gun and threw it across the room, (for some reason, he was alone in this warehouse) and you simply knocked his ass out.    Grayson got there a few minutes later, to find you, hands covered in blood, and outside of the warehouse after managing to break the locks on the chains keeping the doors closed.    "Took you fuckin' long enough," you mumbled, again shoving past him. You waved at the other two heroes accompanying him, Red Hood and Starfire, you think. You had to peel the dress shirt off you before the walk home, though, because if you spent another second wearing it in the Gotham air, you were sure to catch some sort of cold.    "I can fly you home if you would let me," the alien said, obviously with kind intentions, but you refused.    "No, thank you, I have to do some thinking anyways, a walk would do me some good." Red Hood stopped you with a hand on your bare chest.    "One of us is gonna walk you home, dude." He didn't provide more details, so you walked past him to find where the hell you were to find your apartment. He silently followed you the whole way to your door. You thanked him later with a brand new rifle to the manor. He punched you in the face the next time he saw you. (Apparently, there's a no-guns rule for Batman and you got him in trouble).    Luckily, the manor accepted flowers and fruit baskets, so you could apologize for the thank-you gift. Batman got to know you through the two of his kids, Jason and Dick.    "Y'know," Dick said, leaning further back into you if that was even possible. "You could always come here with us." There'd been a series of break-ins that resulted in murders in your exact apartment building. You handled it, of course, but he didn't know that. He didn't need to know.    "And lose my firearm privileges? No, thank you." while you could definitely handle a threat without a gun, there was a sense of security in having one. Bruce might disapprove of it all he wants, but he can't make you get rid of them, no matter how much his son has sex with you.    "I'm sure Master Bruce would disapprove of your firearm possession, but he doesn't have to know either," Alfred whispered to the two of you. "I've my own, he doesn't know about it." You swore you could see a smirk grace his lips as he said it, but it vanished almost immediately. You and Dick shared a look, 'never cross Alfred'.    You did end up moving into the manor, shortly after a meeting with Bruce about weapons in which he allowed one gun at all times on his property, and you agreed. It's not like you needed any more to do some damage.    The only problem came when you and Grayson showed any form of PDA, even if just a tap-kiss, all his siblings would shout in protest, gagging in mock disgust, sometimes even throwing something at the two of you. Which, of course, only resulted in Grayson yanking you closer and deepening the kiss or whatever. Not that you were complaining, of course. You'd kiss him stupid if he let you, and he often did.

[explosionofdisbelief]

today i woke up and opened instagram, like i usually do, and the first post on my feed was from the Anti-Racism Daily (@/ardtakeaction) account posting about a nightclub shooting at a queer club. in my own city. it was a shocking way to learn about the news because for one, i never think of my city as being that noteworthy to end up on national outlets, and two it was a huge gut punch of a reminder that my little bubble is very far removed from the daily realities of life in my city.

i may have a skewed perception since i've lived in colorado most of my life, but it seems that we've had more than our fair share of mass shootings. first columbine, then the movie theatre shooting in aurora, and now this one. last night's shooting hits closest to home in more ways than one. literally, since it's a short drive from where i live. and also because it was a very targeted attack against the queer community.

i have never been to the club where the attack happened, but that doesn't matter. it was a safe space for queer people, one of few, in a city that is full of conservative evangelical spaces. at one point, this city held the headquarters of over 500 religious organizations. i don't know if that's true anymore, but that is a staggering number. it's also something that, living here day-to-day, is easy to forget. it's normal to see churches on every corner and get asked at a fast food drive-thru if you have a relationship with jesus (yeah, that happened to me once). for someone who's not religious, it's a bit of a trip sometimes.

i have to admit, i forget what colorado springs looks like to outsiders. and i get frustrated that the media's portrayal of this city is a one-note story of conservative evangelicalism and extremism. even the post where i found out the news about the shooting. because yeah, while colorado turned blue when obama became president and elected the first openly gay governor, colorado springs has always been red. and i understand that is what everyone sees from the outside. but i want to give you another angle. because that's not all that this city is.

i decided after hearing the news this morning i needed to get out and not just sit around and stew in my feelings. i was upset, and i knew just sitting and scrolling wouldn't be good for me. i live downtown, which is a bit of a liberal/queer oasis in this city, and if you only know colorado springs from what you hear on the news, you would never think this was the same place.

almost all the shops downtown are locally owned and many of them, including my favorite coffee shop, have pride flags hanging in their windows all year long. (this photo is from earlier this year, but there are still flags everywhere.) i went there today, and spent about an hour reading, which is something i do often. i saw many visibly queer people come in and out, as usual. but today i was more aware of them. most people probably wouldn't guess i'm queer just by looking at me (especially here), but i do feel a kinship with queer people i see out in the wild, even if it's just one-sided.

there is a queer club downtown as well (which i went to many moons ago before i knew i was queer myself), a burlesque club that hosts drag shows, a theatre that (before the pandemic) regularly hosted interactive showings of rocky horror, and a huge park that hosts the pride festival every summer. there is probably more, but i am very much an indoor girl so i don't know half of what goes on.

after i left the coffee shop i visited the tattered cover, one of my favorite bookstores, to pick up some books i had ordered. on my way in i almost ran into a very large, intimidating looking white man. he startled me (not hard to do), but then i saw his shirt. it was a pair of hands making a heart shape with a rainbow heart inside. i almost burst into tears right in the middle of the store 🥲 (i'm very emotional today, i can't help it). it felt more meaningful today than it would other days. i don't now if he was queer or not, but it didn't matter. the fact that he made the choice to wear that shirt today, in public, was a statement of support. a loud one.

after i picked up my books, i left right away to avoid any temptation of buying more 👀 (i have a problem)

but i want to mention one of my favorite things about this tattered cover location: in their romance section, they have a special subsection for lgbtq+ romance 🥰 they know their audience and make it easy for us to find the books we want! the first time i saw it, it made me feel so welcome. it's such a small thing to do, but makes such a difference to customers like me.

on my way home, i always people-watch. i put in my earbuds so i don't have to talk to anyone. today i was listening to a queer romance, because i needed something happy. i've been on a bit of a horror kick lately, and while i love it, today was not really the day for that

i crossed paths with a queer couple on the sidewalk. two women, holding hands and laughing, cuddling close together because it's cold today and neither of them had on a coat. i couldn't help but smile because they were so absorbed in each other. and of course, i almost started crying again (i really am a mess today, guys).

because even when the worst thing happens right in our own city, when we are targeted just for daring to be who we are, queer people still aren't afraid to be loud and proud.

i know a lot of the news you see today will focus on the hatred and the evangelicals and the maga crowd and the reason this tragedy happened in the first place. and that is important. because this didn't come out of nowhere. but i just wanted to offer a few little humanizing moments of my city to remind everyone that we are more than just that. this city is more than the hate-filled people that put us on the news, even if we are in the minority. we're still here.

[gay-little-bitch]

On AO3

Over the years, Hillershka has introduced many traditions, like the ball for St. Valentines Day, or the group decorating of the tree in the main office. One of the newest traditions though, and everyone seems to love it.

 The anonymous Christmas gifts or letters were a big hit, the tradition started 3 years ago after some third year decided to send presets and letters to the girl he was pining after and it became a joke that just turned into random Christmas grams.

Simon wasn't the type of person to give gifts to, with the fear of getting them something they hated. 

Christmas was always just a day that he got to spend with his family, they were never able to afford many presents for each other so they just opened their few presents and had a family game night. He never thought he would be getting things from anyone else but here he is with a beautifully stamped note.

"Open it!!!!"

"I'm not gonna open it Rosh. What if it's like a... trap?"

"Yeah, I definitely don't think it's a trap. Ayub? Don't you agree?"

"Mhm yeah, it's probably just some boy who thinks you're cute."

Ayub isn't even paying attention to Simon and Rosh. Apparently, his phone is more important than his best friend completely freaking out on his couch. Simon doesn't even know what comes over him but he quickly rips open the envelope, a card, and what looks like smushed lavender falls out. Before even looking at how much of a mess the flowers made, he picks up the card. It reads,

 " Simon,

I have never heard someone with as good of a voice as yours, your voice is so soothing and soft, I really hope you can sing for me sometimes. 

You remind me of lavender (my favorite flower) and the color purple, purple can mean many things but you remind me of the royalty of it, and I picked lavender because it makes me feel safe and calm. Leave a note at the Forest Ridge house before Friday if you want to respond. 

Yours truly, W anonymous. <3"

"Simme I swear to god if you don't send this boy a note back I'm gonna take him for myself."

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After Rosh and Ayub left, Simon decided there was no harm in sending this boy a response letter with his favorite flowers (black dahlias). He started writing with the biggest smile on his face, but that smile quickly faded when he noticed how hard is was to write a letter to someone you don't know. Even though the writing proved to be hard, he thought it out and came up with the best he could.

"Lavender boy,

I can't lie to you and say that this is going to be an easy letter to write because I don't even really know who you are but im gonna try.

I love the choice of flowers, lavender is actually one of my favorite flowers but my top flower definitely has to be a black dahlia. It might be a little sad that my favorite flower has the meanings of betrayal and sadness but it's so pretty and it always reminds me that even in the ugliest parts of your life you can find something beautiful.

Lavender is definitely higher up in my favorites now because of you. :) Can you tell me a little about yourself? I know nothing about you as far as I know and I think it's just fair if you know stuff about me and I know stuff about you too.

-The Dahlia <3"

He looks over the letter one last time and seals it in the envelope. Since he got lavender from the mystery boy it's only fair he gets him some black dahlias. Simon has some money saved up from birthdays and decides to go to the local florist who happens to be the parent of one of Sara's best friends.

"Where are you going Simme?"

"Just going for a little walk."

"Okay mi amour, be back in an hour."

"Bye, mama!"

Simon walks out of the door and heads straight to the bus stop. Once the bus comes he pays, sits down in the back at automatically gets on his phone. He has 3 missed calls from Rosh and lots of texts asking him if he's going to write back, he decides to ignore them and goes on Instagram. 

The crown prince keeps showing up on his feed and it's making Simon swoon, he may have high standards but when it comes to Wille, he's only human. The prince moved to Hilershka after a fight in a club and ever since then he's been living in Forest Ridge. 

His blond locks that fall right over his eyes cover the scar from the fight. Sometimes it covers way to much and all Simon wants to do is brush it out of his face but he can't because it would almost definitely make Wille uncomfortable, after all they are just friends.

The bus pulls up right outside of the flower shop and right as he steps out he looks through the window and sees the same boy he's been obsessing over with his best friend Felice. Normally he would run far far away and only come back when he's gone, but today Simon needs his flowers.

He walks through the door and heads straight for the back to grab the dahlias. As he passes Wille and Felice they flash him a smile and go straight back to laughing together. At least this won't be longer than it needs to be. 

Simon grabs the flowers, pays for them, and leaves without saying goodbye. Who can blame him? His gorgeous crush was surrounded by lots of flowers and he had many stuck in his hair. How was he supposed to compose himself when that was what he had to look at?

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The whole time Simon was getting ready this morning, his heart was beating out of his chest. It got even worse as he got to school, quickening his steps as he walked over to the forest ridge house.

 He decided not to place his note anywhere that it could get stepped on because he wanted to make sure the flowers didn't get squished. He placed the note on a little lawn chair that sat on the balcony and gently placed the dark flowers on top of them. He heard a brood of footsteps approaching and quickly ran off to class, thinking about his new lavender lover.

[dapperbasil]

⌛💉 Marcus, 🌃🖤 Alistair, 🌹🤝 Tammy

Marcus:

⌛ When and how were they turned?

"Starting off dangerously, are we? I suppose talking about my past wouldn't hurt too terribly bad. If you know my dear Lilliana's story, then you know mine as well. We were both young nobles in late 18th century France. Most people with eyes to read a book and ears to hear the tales of historians know what happened to nobles during that time period. My wife's family was no different. When she disappeared that night I thought I had lost her, the person I was closest to in the entire world. I was lost in my way, and my family -try as they may to urge me to consider another suitor- was unable to console me.

Enter my sire, Elise. A beautiful british woman, tall with flowing blonde hair. She convinced my family that I was better off getting treatment for my broken heart, and once the papers were signed she dominated them and altered their memories. Marcus wasn't just standing in the foyer hours ago, Marcus died of typhoid a few months before the Sylvestres were executed. Their beloved son was long since buried in the family crypt.

Elise offered me the chance to see Lilliana again, to which I accepted without yet knowing the terms. A bit foolish of me, but given that we have been reunited for over 200 years now I do not begrudge my young self. Under the light of the full moon in the garden of my family's estate, Marcus Beaumont died his mortal death. My blood decorated the poppies growing from the earth and I awoke as a kindred."

💉 Have they sired anyone? If so - why, how and did they claim their childe?

"Is it strange to hear a sabbat bishop admit he has only sired once? The act of mass embrace is archaic, and unnecessary in these times. I never participated in one myself, and have only given my blood outside of vaulderie to a single kindred.

It was a chance encounter, a time I decided to hunt for myself to feed rather than partake of one of my ghouls. Due to my feeding restriction I tend to not overly hunt or drain the kine too much. If I run out of places to feed, then it starts to get very not pretty very fast.

Met a young man at one of the drinking establishments in the city, offered to take him to get some actual food. I learned a bit about him as we chatted. He was young, he was bold, he was stupid. His father had apparently thought so too, as he had just signed up to join the war effort. I eventually asked his name and was floored when I heard the last name.

Beaumont.

Turns out he was my sister's great grand. My own blood, running off to join one of the wars of the kine, one that would surely get him killed. If it was a war he wanted to fight, it would be one worth the fight.

His embrace, it went wrong. I did everything correct, but still it went wrong. His body seemed to reject my vitae, I often wonder if it was because he was my own kin. It was a miracle of Caine he even awoke, a lost and fragmented soul. He no longer recalled anything from before he awakened, and none of it ever returned.

Lilliana and I treat him as our own of course, he is the son we never had the chance to have."

Alistair:

🌃 Where are they from and where do they live now?

"You're asking where I'm from? Why bother? What difference does it make if I was born in West Virginia or New Mexico? You're that curious? Would Nova Scotia surprise you? Of course the accent isn't just for show, you fool!

Toronto is where I make my home now, after radiovangelist Alistair Seth Allan tragically passed away from a lung infection. It's a bit close to that Camarilla cesspool than I would like, but given the opportunities it presents me I don't see much reason to complain about it too much."

🖤 How do they feel about being turned? (How did they adjust? Do they feel differently now than they did when they were first turned?)

"My feelings about the embrace? Hate to say it but its not like I had much of a choice in the matter. I dunno if you've got cotton in your fucking ears or what, but I wasn't joking about the lung infection. I was fully set on passing on peacefully, my work for the lord done good and well. That is until a certain blasted tremere regent with true faith decided to save me by damning me eternally!

I hated being a kindred, I hated being a tremere. I hated the camarilla and all its frills and fallacies and I hated everything and everyone my first few years. First chance I had, I ran. The chantry didn't take it seriously. I was blood bonded, so of course I'd come crawling back sooner or later. But I didn't. I defected. The bonds eventually broke.

I found Caine soon after I joined the sabbat, and though the journey's been rough, I am grateful to have this second chance at life and a second gospel to spread. Our father's words guide our actions each night, and it is my eternal duty to do the same."

Tammy:

🌹 What clan do they belong to and how do they feel about them?

"Ventrue, blue bloods, the clan of kings. Ironic isn't it, my name being Tammy King and being one of them? I'm sure that was on purpose, a constant reminder of what I was and what my sire expected of me. A clan of leaders, of the proud, of the strong willed. All words I don't really know fit me very well.

As a group, ventrue are an interesting topic. Our sires are picky and selective, and after embrace it's not uncommon for them to stow us away until we're smart enough, talented enough, polite enough to not embarrass them. As such, I haven't met overly many. Younger ventrue aren't allowed at clan meetings, and if your sire is particularly eccentric or distrustful you might not see your first elysium for decades. Oh and don't get me even started on feeding preference, the night you learn that is arguably more important than your embrace. Sires put so much pressure on their childer to learn theirs, don't take almost a year to find yours like I did. Just trust me on that.

There's so much to learn as a ventrue, so much you're expected to know and do. And even after all that you're still not a full member of clan ventrue until you prove yourself to the board. They make it sound easier than it is, just pull off some incredible accomplishment and you're in. I'm not sure how long I'm gonna be working on mine, just gotta hope I'm done with it by the time my second decade rolls around.

I say this all like its bad, but in honesty its not. Sure its a lot all at once, and its really rough if you're like me and feel totally unprepared for everything. But its also pretty nice, ventrue have a sense of community, what's good for the clan is often good for the individual as well. We help one another, no excuses, no exceptions. Knowing that can really give you reassurance, you know?"

🤝 What is their relationship with their sire like?

"Ah... I did mention him in passing earlier. Do you promise to not tell him what I say here? You do? Okay, if I can be honest, its much better than it used to be. Neither of us really seemed ready for my embrace. I was scared, confused and most of all, bitter. I lost the only thing I had achieved in my mortal life with the embrace, and I was mad at him for taking it from me. He was cold, distant and wasn't really the best teacher early on. Looking back I can't really blame him, he was as new to this as I was.

Over time we became more accustomed to one another, or at least it feels like it. As time passed I opened up my heart to him, and he tried his best to watch over me and help when I needed it. It took about five years, but we got there in the end.

He's never been fully honest with me about many things, but Zacharias has been there for me for over ten years now. I like to think we've gotten closer in that time, but it always feels like there's a chasm between us. Maybe one day I can cross that chasm and tell him how I truly- apologies, I really shouldn't say more."

[ursidaez]

i had this dream a while ago. i was the gruff bodyguard of a european princess with silver hair and eyelashes, and ice-blue eyes. it was the far future, and we were witnessing the end of the world. in order to save ourselves, we went into cryogenic tubes deep in the ground under the sea. 2000 years later, natural erosion dug us up, but her capsule was found months before mine, and when i woke up, i was alone in a vast desert. the seas had evaporated, and it seemed impossible to live on this husk of an earth. after a long day of travel, i found a city at sunset. it was surrounded by a tall concrete wall, and the guards told me i was lucky to arrive in time, the shades almost got me. he seemed suspicious when i didnt understand what he was talking about, or perhaps my attire, because he took me to their 'goddess'. as i entered the city, i realized the whole thing was made of opaque glass, giant tall structures completely made of sanitized white glass.

in the middle of this small city, was a giant statue of a woman, made of semi opaque white glass. from her thighs down it looked like there was something piled in her, but i couldnt make it out. crowd was clamored around her, in the midst of some sort of ritual. i watched as the statue moved ever so slowly, and grabbed the crowds sacrifice, a dirty old man who screamed in ecstasy and joy. i watched her brutally devour this man in a mess of gore and blood. thats when i realized the dark tint on her thighs down was from liquified corpses, that have not been turned into the source of energy for this goddess. every week, these people would feed this giant beast, with such a slow metabolism that it would take her 10 minutes just to look down, and likely hours to eat. in shock, i was directed to the 'host', an old woman in a glass cathedral, praying to a smaller replica of the goddess. with her was my princess.

the host wouldn't let me get close to her, and she seemed distant and off herself, not like the princess i knew. the host explained the goddess uses her as a vessel, like the finger on a hand, and the goddesses true form was a series of veins in the ground, stretching further than the eye could see. the shades were corrupted, feral souls that roamed the desert at night, after seeing the intangible horror of witnessing one of these vein-gods true form. it was impossible to stay outside at night because of this, they could smell a soul a mile away, and if you looked into their eyes, you'd become one of them. the goddess offered protection in the form of her presence, which the shades couldn't stand. she also provided substance in the form of her sacrifices, processed in her body and then seeped out into the soil to give it nutrients to grow food, and she would call rain every month to drink.

the host then revealed her back, where a collection of white veins traveled up in the shape of wings to the nape of her neck, where a white tick had burrowed deep in her skin. this was what the goddess used to infect a new host to control. after a few days of exploring the city and creating a plan to escape, i decided to try and collect the tick from the host- in my eyes, i could keep it in a jar and use it to ward off shades, while me and my princess found a new home. however, when i went to meet my princess in the new cathedral, the old woman was dead in a heap of skin on the floor. my princess stood facing away from me, and when she turned around, the tick was burrowed deep into the middle of her forehead, like a glowing third eye. she told me i was a relic of a time past, and that she knew i wouldn't ever accept things the way they were now. i knew it too. i knew that i had failed. i followed her outside to the goddess, and allowed myself as the next sacrifice.

[snwusberry]

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♧ kaya's point of view ♧

fuck the festive season.

thank you for your time.

ever since miyoung decided to pitch in the idea of having a secret santa for the family 2 years ago, it's been a mission and a half trying to enjoy christmas. especially because i don't know what in the fuck to buy mr choi.

anyway, hayoon dragged us to the mall because poor thing hasn't gone out for leisure ever since she fell pregnant in the beginning of the year. she finally popped that little fucker out in october but she's been so busy working and being a mother that she barely got any down time to truly relax and go out for leisure, she's been making so many plans to go out and have a good time all while yeonjun stays home with the baby.

we're currently staying a few weeks at the choi household where our partner's parents are living.

they have 5 kids which are all men and three of them are in stable relationships, two of which are married.

the first to get married being yeonjun who got married to hayoon 4 years ago, second being jongho who's married to miyoung, they got married last year.

the other three left are beomgyu, my boyfriend of 4 years, san and soobin.

i met beomgyu at yeonjun's wedding. my brothers who are friends with the choi brothers were invited and brought me along because i would've been home alone.

it was a beautiful, outdoor ceremony taking place at a gorgeous chapel and there sat beomgyu looking glorious right in front.

i knew what i had to do so i approached him during the reception. i thought it would be just a failed attempt but he ended up ditching the bridesmaid he was paired with and spent pretty much the whole night with me much to my brother's dismay.

he's friends with beomgyu so he was a bit skeptical and then yeosang was against me having a relationship all in all, not at all happy with the whole arrangement. he warmed up to him eventually though so it's all good.

"hayoon, you've been looking at baby outfits the entire day." miyoung

♧ beomgyu's point of view ♧

okay deep breath, you got this.

what exactly? well i'm glad you asked even though you literally didn't. i'm planning on proposing to the girl of my dreams and nightmares depending on what mood i catch her in and as corny as it sounds, i've never felt happier nor have i see myself as happy as i am with her.

"bro relax." yeonjun tells me from where he's sitting, a baby in his arms that he's feeding literal air because there is nothing in that bottle.

"how can i? what if she says no or she's not ready? or what if she thinks it's rushed and breaks up with me?" i respond with nothing but panic and worry in my voice.

"or... get this right? she says yes." soobin asks in the corner.

"i can't do this guys." i say, plopping myself down on the couch.

"that's because you're already telling yourself everything will go wrong. you need to calm down."

"that's because everything went well for you and you're happily married. what about me?"

"man, what about you?" yeonjun says. "you already planned everything and asked her to cancel her plans for this. don't be a little pussy, everything will go according to plan, okay?"

the baby - minji, who is yeonjun and hayoon's daughter -starts crying hysterically and he excuses himself to go calm her down since her mother is out somewhere. now i'm left with soobin who's also about to give me the same story yeonjun did.

"just don't think too much okay? by the end of the day you'll see we were right when you come back home with your fiancée."

"change of plans, no one's proposing." jongho walks in with san behind him.

"what do you mean?"

"san would you like to share with the class?"

"no i'm good."

"he lost the ring."

"WHAT?"

footnote: i'm gonna be so real with you guys, there's gonna be a lot of pov changes throughout this. theres a reason i swear 😭. please bare with me

[justagirljournal]

About Loss

I'm doing this because I need to breathe, and since I was young, the only way I managed to do that was by writting. English is not my first language, but I want to practise, and I always knew how to express myself better in english. I am not an tech girl. I would rather do that on an notebook, which I did, for years. But it's no longer safe. My mom found my journals, and she used it against me so many times, and I am tired, I just want peace.

Since my dad passed a few months ago, all my journals became a letter to him. Just letting him know how I miss him, and the news about the world. He loved to read the newspaper, so I tried to do this for him.

But I can't write to him anymore, at least for now. There's so much things going on, and the last thing I need is my mom to found out and read this privacy letters I write to my late dad. There is somethings that I want to share only with him, and the last thing I need is my mom stucking her nose onto it.

But I can't handle the weight of the world in my chest anymore, so I decided to start this. My father was (and still is) my best friend, and his absence is killing me slowly. I thought about killing myself multiple times since he has gone. But I can't do that with my girlfriend, with M, and with the good soul who had guiding me through my loss: my cat.

When my dad passed, I thought my mom and I where finally grow closer. Well... it's safe to say that didn't happen. She didn't exactly help me. I mean, I would be unfair to say that she didn't do anything to help me. She hired some lawyers to help me with the burocracy things that comes with death, and she paid the debts I made because of her. But she wasn't a shoulder I could cry on. My cat, though, the simple fact that he did exist, and that the only thing that he asks to me is food and love, and how his purring could calm down my sobs of crying, and the way he sitted in my chest when I thought I couldn't handle it anymore... yeah, he did more for me than my mom, or than anyone from my family, tbh.

But only three months after my dad passed, my mother decided to kick him out from our house. And that broke me.

He couldn't stay at my gf house, because she already has a cat and her mother wouldn't allow it. And to give him away to another person to take care of him... no, I couldn't do it. I'm responsible for him.

So, my gf and I passed all the weekend searching for cheap houses we could rent, so I could move on with him. We found a house. It's cheap. But there wasn't nothing into it. I rentede in december, its march, he is living there, but I am still living with my mom, cause I don't have the money to buy a bed. I payed 5 months of rent in advance, with the money my dad has left me, but my dad wasn't a rich man. I go there every single day, even when I am sick, so I can feed and caress him. My gf is helping me a lot, but she isn't rich too.

I bought a refrigerator and an oven. It's all the mobiles I have. And I started an online business of frozen food. I cook there, and I sell on instagram. My mom doesn't know about this place, because she would freak out. My family doesn't wouldn't understand why I am leaving my sick mom home alone for a "cat". They don't understand that he is more than a cat for me.

So, I started this business, and it's been pretty hard. Not because of the nights I didn't sleep cooking, but because starting it makes me miss my dad more. I would like to share this with him. I am sure he would be thrilled and excited, seeing how hard I am working. He would be present. But my mom though... she isn't supportive.

She wants me to go back to law school. And I understand her. It's a solid career, and my life would be easier, I wouldn't have half of the money problems I am having if I did what she wants me to do. But the thing is... I don't want to be an attorney. I want to cook. I want to be a chef. The more I cook everyday, the more I enjoy it. The feedbacks I have, makes me so happy.

But it's been only a month, and the money isn't enough. At least not yet. I am only at the beginning. But something in my heart says I am on the right path. I am sure my dad would be proud of me. And as harsh this past months have been, I am sure that if I keep going, things will just work out, and I won't need my mom or my family money anymore. I am sure this is the thing that will make me financial stable. And my mom doesn't believe me, but I do. And something says my dad believes me too. And I will keep going.

That's it for today. I think it's a good start.