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[thelargefrye]

note : just something short and sweet since i haven't posted in a while! hope you enjoy it!

wooyoung was many things. but the main thing is that he was loving. he made sure to show his members how much he loved them. you included.

"give the member you are proud of the most a hug," wooyoung read out loud for all of you to hear. you and the others nodded your head at wooyoung's mission, and you watched as he took a few steps forward.

to you, you thought it would be obvious what member he would pick. definitely either hongjoong or yeosang, maybe san or seonghwa if he was feeling extra spicy. however, you're proved wrong when he walks past all of them and you make eye contact with the dancer.

and then he's stopping in front of you.

you're caught off guard by him, like always, and it shows how unpredictable wooyoung is. you don't say anything as you look at him, letting him guide you so that the cameras catch the both of you. you probably look a little awestruck at your member. thinking that he never really bothered to pay close attention to you.

"the member i'm proud of the most is our y/nnie," he says, eyes never looking away from you as a large grin paints his face, and his hands holding yours tightly. "she always works harder than the rest of us, even when she thinks we don't notice. despite rarely asking for help, i notice that she tries her best to always solve something herself. i want out y/n to know that's not alone. she's capable, beautiful, and talented and i want her to know that she has not only me to lean on, but seven others as well," he finishes and you can't help but feel tears build in your eyes at his words.

"yah! look at you wooyoung, you made her cry!" some of the others shout when they notice how glassy your eyes suddenly got. wooyoung coos at you, his hands coming up to wipe away your tears before he's bringing you into a tight hug. his arms wrapping you protectively as he holds you close to him.

"i love you, y/nnie," he whispers into you ear, "i'm sorry i don't tell you enough, but i'm so proud of you for how far you've come with us."

by this point the other members have decided to join in on the hug, surrounding the two of you.

thankfully, the staff give you all a small minute to recollect yourself and to have your makeup touched up. however, you and wooyoung continue to stand on set, hugging each other despite the others having walked off.

"you've done so well, y/n. i'm so proud," he says one last time before finally stepping away. he uses his thumbs to wipe away any remaining tears before he's leaning down and kissing you.

when he pulls away, its then that hongjoong comes and ushers the two of you off the set and over to the makeup artists. he promptly scolds wooyoung as well for being so reckless, but wooyoung can only smile and send you a wink.

[atiny-piratequeen]

Against the Tide: Seventeenth Dal Segno (Ch.17)

Pairing: Poly OT8

•❥ Rating: Explicit (18+)

•❥ Genres: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

•❥ Series AU Tags: Demon Pirates, Supernatural, Poly Relationship (mxm), Past and Modern Day AU, Mythology Au, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, College Au, Rock Band Au, Happy Ending Endgame

•❥ Chapter Tws: Guilt, Mentions of Past Main Character Death, Reincarnation, Attempted Murder Mention, Exhaustion from Overworking, Blood, Injury, Panic Attack, PTSD

•❥ Chapter Sws: Intercurial Sex, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Pet Names, (Accidental) Flashing, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Many, Many Consent Checks, Mutual Masturbation, Consensual Penetrative Vine Sex, Consensual Aphrodisiac Nectar Use, BDSM Undertones, Protected Sex, Ruined Orgasms, Virginity Loss, Hints of Sub Space

•❥ WC: 12.7k+

•❥ A/N: I didn't intend for this to take a motherfucking YEAR to get out, but here we are. After several episodes(tm) and struggles later, we're here. Thank you for everyone who waited patiently or kept the excitement brewing through asks and the like. It means the world to me and I appreciate you all. Bonus points to anyone who reblogged and shared my work, yall are the realest mwah xoxo. Also, if you haven't yet, maybe check out my new universe Ataraxia while you wait for the next chapter?

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-Sunday, March 24th, 8am-

-228 Days Remain-

Hongjoong’s life was quickly becoming full of firsts. 

Of all of them, he found waking up pressed against Yunho was definitely at the top of that list of new developments.

Though…he supposed this wasn't the first time. 

This memory thing was going to be…complicated, he could tell.

With a frown, Hongjoong looked up, reaching to cup Yunho’s face gently. His breath came out in small, halted puffs, careful any given exhale would wake the taller man. 

Yunho’s face twitched for a brief moment before he pressed into Hongjoong’s small hands, humming quietly.

Hongjoong worried his lip between his teeth, gently rubbing Yunho’s cheeks. The events of last night rolled through his mind, his cheeks darkening as he remembered his state of undress.

His thoughts caught up to him, reminding him of how his bath had gone.

🧼

"It's okay if you fall asleep, I'll be watching over you."

Hongjoong tiredly looked up, curled up in a towel Yunho had fetched for him, taking in the handsome man's features for the umpteenth time that evening. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a passing thought. One of the other men in the house could see him like this as Yunho walked down the hall. There wasn't any sense of urgency in the taller man's strides, and Hongjoong could imagine any moment one of the doors they were walking by would open and he'd have another pair of eyes on him. 

….

His brain was too tired to process the way that thought alone made his heart flutter and hiccup in his chest.

Yunho finally got to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet seat and pressing a kiss to his head before moving to run the bath water. Hongjoong watched his backside, hugging the towel around himself as a small draft made goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Oh, darling you're shivering. Hold on-" Yunho, who must have turned to address him at some point and noticed his shivering, rushed over to the door once more. 

"Yeosangie!"

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, his head snapping towards him as he heard the sound of rushing footsteps.

"Hm? Yu? What's wrong?" Yeosang’s gentle voice chimed in as he stood in front of the door. Yunho blocked the view of Hongjoong casually with his body as he smiled in greeting.

Yes, they had seen him naked countless times before, but this Hongjoong still had no clue about that and Yunho wanted to respect him as much as possible. 

"Hi baby, I know it's late, but do you mind turning the heat up in the house? It's cold." 

Yeosang smiled and nodded, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a chaste kiss. 

"Anything else you need, puppy?"

Yunho glanced behind him, locking eyes with Hongjoong. He nearly snorted at the deer-in-headlights expression on his face before he looked back towards a patiently waiting Yeosang. 

"Just some warm towels, if that's alright?"

Yeosang stole another kiss and nodded. 

"It'll be there when you get out. Call me if you need anything else. Have a good night’s sleep, my love." Yeosang looked towards Yunho’s shoulder for a moment, where he knew Hongjoong was just beyond view. A selfish part of him wanted to see him. See the flustered mess Yunho had left him in.

 The brunette doctor knew all of their bodies better than even they knew themselves. 

It had been…entirely too long since he’d been able to think about any of those types of expressions on Hongjoong’s face after they'd lost him. Yeosang had promised to never use his foxfire to create a double of any being they'd lost, and he took that very seriously. 

Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to split himself and make a Hongjoong copy on the particularly rough nights. 

His resolve remained strong, however. 

Hongjoong made him promise to never use his fire to "replace" the dead anymore and he'd be damned if he disrespected him and his memory like that by disobeying.

Guilt would swallow him whole if he did. Yeosang was sure of it.

He must have been clearly lost in his thoughts longer than expected, as a gentle kiss to his lips brought his focus back in front of him. 

The ex prince looked up and flushed slightly. 

"Sorry…zoned out. I'll get right on those things now." He once again glanced at Yunho’s shoulder before meeting his eyes.

"Give…give Cap a kiss for me please?" He whispered. Yunho nodded and smiled brightly. 

"I'll give him kisses for all of us. Soon you can give him kisses yourself." He responded softly before backing into the bathroom. 

Hongjoong looked up at him, flustered. 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake anyone…"

"I called him. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. C’mon let's get you cleaned up." 

Hongjoong quietly watched Yunho strip down, frowning when he noticed the brunette man was still half hard. A small sense of guilt overcame him as he stared. 

"Joongie?"

"I'm sorry..you never..um..finished…" Hongjoong wished the floor could swallow him sooner than later at the surprised look Yunho gave him. 

"Oh? Please don't worry. I'm not bothered by it."

Somehow that made the pianist feel worse, his frown settling in his features. If only he hadn't gotten tired they could have-

"Hongjoong."

Apprehensive eyes met kind ones as the two stared at each other.

"If it bothers you that much, we can fix it."

That's how, ten minutes later, Hongjoong ended up bent over the tub, gripping the edge as Yunho thrust between his thighs, his cock sliding between them as Hongjoong squeezed them close together. 

Hongjoong’s head was spinning, once again finding himself really enjoying the size difference between the two of them. Yunho gripped his hips, balls slapping against his ass as he purred praises to Hongjoong 

"You have mmm..such a hold on me, even your thighs can make me cum~" 

Hongjoong’s thighs were probably red by now, his breath coming out in quick puffs as he held the tub. Yunho’s lips found their way to his neck again, kissing and nipping as he placed his palms over Hongjoong’s, holding his hands as his breathing began to come out irregularly.

Hongjoong looked behind him, catching and holding Yunho’s gaze as he rocked his hips back. Even while aroused, Yunho’s eyes held a warm and inviting gaze that made Hongjoong melt below him. 

“Will you cum for me, Yunho?” The words slipped from his lips before he could think twice, though he almost looked away in embarrassment. Yunho let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper as he nodded his head, leaning closer and holding his hands a bit tighter. Hongjoong arched his back, his lips hovering below Yunho’s as he clenched his thighs tighter together. 

“Then cum for me, Puppy.” 

The oreo-haired pianist was grateful for Yunho’s firm hold on him. Had he not have had it, Hongjoong undoubtedly would have fallen over as Yunho’s hips worked faster, chasing the orgasm he’d gotten permission to have. 

Hongjoong’s cheeks ignited as Yunho finally came between his legs, making a mess of his thighs as he rocked his hips, milking his own cock with Hongjoong’s thighs. Once he was finished, he pressed kisses onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, hugging him close and keeping him upright as he took in a long, steadying breath. 

Hongjoong smiled and put his hands over Yunho’s, pride blooming in his chest that he could at least do this, since he’d ruined their previous endeavor in his mind. 

As if sensing Hongjoong’s mind wandering, Yunho picked him up, kissing his head as he lowered his voice to a familiar tone that made him melt. 

“C’mon. I promised you a bath. Let me give you one and we can get to bed.” 

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, turning to steal a kiss as Yunho guided him into the tub. 

🛁

While he was daydreaming, Hongjoong missed the signs of Yunho stirring. It made him startle when he finally focused back on the present and found Yunho’s tired eyes staring back at him. 

“Good morning.”

Hongjoong flushed at the tone of voice before blinking at the cadence. It was slightly off, an accent that didn't match up to Yunho’s usual one. It also tumbled deeper, and Hongjoong realized it wasn’t Yunho at all. 

“G..Geb?”

Icy eyes stared back at him as a kind smile stretched over the taller man’s face. 

“You remembered me, as well? I’m very flattered. Good morning, Hongjoong.” 

Hongjoong blushed, his fingers twitching on Geb’s cheek. He wondered if he should let go for a moment, before biting his lip. 

He still had so many questions

“You look like you have something on your mind.” 

“I…this is just a lot to take in.”  

“I can imagine. Is there anything I can do to ease your worries?”

Hongjoong wanted to ask questions. Get clarity. But part of him remembered the brain splitting headache he'd gotten last night. 

Just wait. Yunho said he'd help.

“Hongjoong.” 

His head snapped upwards and he looked into warm brown eyes, finding Yunho staring back at him in concern. 

Yunho was in control now, reaching to caress him gently. Hongjoong found himself pressing more into his touch, eyes closing. The ex doctor gently ran his thumb over the apple of his cheek. 

“How did you sleep?” 

Yunho hummed, eyes drifting up as if pondering it seriously. Hongjoong poked his cheek, arching a brow at him as Yunho began to laugh. 

“Yah, don’t make me anxious like that.” 

Yunho laughed and turned to kiss the tip of his finger. 

“I haven’t slept that well in a very long time. You could say I slept like a rock.” He beamed, mentally high 5ing the earthen god inside of him as Hongjoong stared at him, eyes squinted for a moment. 

“Did…did you just make a rock pun?”

The sound of Yunho’s joyous laughter and Hongjoong’s half-hearted complaints carried down the hall as Cheese slowly lifted his head, shaking himself out as he moved to sit by the back door. 

He didn't want to scare the new friend.

Outside, Mingi sat with his back to the home, fiddling with a leaf between his fingers. His mind swirled slightly, complex emotions mingling and tangling in his head, though outside, his face remained blank and neutral, counting the veins at the back of the leaf. 

A hand appeared before him, holding a cup of coffee. He looked up, his thoughts quieting for a brief moment as his eyes met steel grey. He looked at the coffee, lips pursed. 

“....”

“It’s cold out here and you’re up early. I made an extra cup for you.” 

“....”

Seonghwa’s eyes looked towards the pavement below both of them for a moment before he knelt down and set the coffee cup on a wooden box Mingi was using for his gardening equipment. 

Mingi’s eyes didn’t follow him. 

“....I’ll be out today. I let the others know. If you need me, please contact me.”

Mingi turned to look at him out of the corner of his eyes as Seonghwa stood once more, hesitating for the briefest of moments before he turned on his heel and walked away. 

Once the door was closed and Seonghwa’s form had disappeared from view, Mingi let his head thump back on the side of their home, looking up towards the sky. 

‘If you need me.’

There were many clouds in the sky today. 

-9am-

Hongjoong shuffled slightly as he sat at the kitchen table. Yunho had lent him one of his shirts, but he didn’t realize they would be eating out at the table with the other gentlemen of the house. 

He…he would’ve put pants on.

Instead, he was acutely aware of the fact he was in a pastel pink sweater that left all of his collar out and exposed, bite marks still bright red and dotting his skin.

And he was completely cock and ass out underneath this damn thing. 

At a time like this, Hongjoong was glad for his stature and that the size difference between him and Yunho had come in handy for something else other than his incredibly feral mind. 

“Here you go, Hyung!” 

Hongjoong looked up as Yeosang swooped into view, setting a plate in front of him. He looked down, eyes widening and his mouth watering as he noted the fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and both bacon and sausage taking up the plate. Yeosang smiled at him, seemingly to the moon at the way Hongjoong’s face lit up when he took his first bite. 

“This is amazing!” 

A twinge of pink came to Yeosang’s cheeks as he bowed slightly, hiding his gaze with his bangs before he set the second plate beside Yunho. The tallest of the trio smiled as well, reaching to lace his fingers through Yeosang’s silky-looking brunette hair. He pulled him in, kissing him slowly. The ex-prince made a muffled surprised noise before melting into the kiss, holding the small platter he used to bring their plates over close to his chest. 

Hongjoong watched them out of the corner of his eyes, cheeks slightly bulging. 

He’d wondered between all of the heated touches yesterday with Yunho, if there would come a time when he felt jealous of the other men his new boyfriend was in a relationship with. He’d acknowledged how ridiculously selfish that came off as, him being the new person to suddenly start dating their boyfriend, and to get jealous over his time spent with them…

But something deep within him made him feel that wouldn’t be a problem. 

Instead, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. 

Aside from Wooyoung and San, he admittedly, hadn’t seen any of the eight men being overly affectionate with one another, at least not in front of him. While he was well aware some people just preferred to keep those things private-his sister with Chan or Changkyun with Jooheon, for example-something about the demeanor of the men seemed…strained and it made him quite sad. 

But now, for this kiss Hongjoong was realizing he had been staring at for way too long, the pianist felt happiness bloom. A small voice in his mind sighed in relief. 

‘They’re okay…’

Hongjoong blinked and sat up straighter, looking away with a deep blush. Regardless, he should stop staring. He’d hate to have to explain why he’s looking so hard at the two kissing beside him. Or, worse yet, come off as jealous when he’s just gotten into this relationship of his. 

He turned his gaze back up front and immediately choked. 

Ass. 

A very fine and very toned ass, he might add. 

God, is this it? Is this the day Hongjoong fucking dies?

He pounded on his chest, coughing as he realized it was Jongho. The pair of briefs he had on clung to his ass for dear life while he half turned to look in Hongjoong’s direction, arching a single brow. 

“You okay, Ca-Hyung?” He corrected himself, watching as Hongjoong wheezed, covering his mouth. Yunho immediately broke away from Yeosang, eyes wide as he flew over to get behind Hongjoong. 

Suddenly, his chair was pulled out and he felt himself get lifted as Yunho’s arms came around to pick him up. 

“Hold on, I got you!” 

Now, Hongjoong had been trained for a significant portion of his life on how to fight and defend himself. He had certain instincts that were in him. Including when being suddenly grabbed from behind. 

One of the said instincts is to immediately try and break free of said grab. 

The moment Yunho slightly lifted his bare feet from the ground, Hongjoong’s lower body immediately jolted, his hands flying up to grab onto Yunho’s hands. 

He instantly regretted the decision when he felt the ends of his shirt go up, completely flashing everyone in the room.

Of course, as soon as he had flashed everyone, Mingi stepped inside. 

Yunho paused, eyes wide as Hongjoong's feet dangled an inch above the floor. 

"U..uh…did I get it?" Yunho quietly inquired as Hongjoong went red to the tips of his ears. 

"YUNHO PUT ME DOWN."

Yunho set him down immediately, clearing his throat as Hongjoong plopped down in the chair, covering his face. 

Jongho tilted his head to the side before looking down at his state of undress, tā moko and scars adorning his muscular frame. 

Ah, was the Captain embarrassed by his nudity?

'If that's his reaction right now, maybe we should be naked next time and really give him something to look at.'

'SHUT UP.'

While Jongho didn't blush at the initial incident, his face darkened at the notion ever so slightly, thrown off at the idea.

'Are you fucking BLUSHING? Right in front of me? We're CONSTANTLY naked in front of our lovers.'

'I should have killed you holy shit shut up shut up-'

'.....'

The silence in Jongho’s mind immediately made him on edge and once he felt the fractured god inside of him smirk, he knew he was in for some bullshit. 

'Ah. I know what it is. How long has it been since the baby bear has felt the intimate touch of his lovers, hm? Does it make you flustered to think of their eyes on you? Wanting and needing your touch? I'm inside of you, Jongho. I know exactly how pent up you are. And the little Captain is just as loud as we always remember, maybe we should-’

“Oh my gods-”Jongho’s minor outburst startled Hongjoong before he excused himself, storming down the hall, cheeks darkened as he cursed Whiro out in Maori. 

Hongjoong peeked through his fingers, watching the youngest leave before deflating slightly, feeling like he was the cause. Mingi grabbed a plate quietly and thanked Yeosang before leaving, as well. He passed San without a word as he headed up to his room. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-” Hongjoong mumbled into his palms, his face once again ignited. Yunho rubbed the back of his own neck, putting an arm over Hongjoong. 

“S-sorry I misunderstood and thought you were choking-”

Yeosang looked the two men over and laughed behind his hand. They still had a ways to go, but the chaos of the morning had reminded him of days since past. 

“Don’t worry, we’re a house full of men, it’s not like it's something we haven’t seen before.” He smiled as Hongjoong turned his gaze to him and from the stove, San turned and rose a brow. 

“Wh…what? What just happened?”

-12pm- 

Hongjoong fidgeted as he sat in the passenger’s side seat, Yunho had driven him home, but for the first time in his life, Hongjoong hesitated to go to his own home. 

He wanted to stay with Yunho longer. 

As if he’d picked up Hongjoong’s silent conflict, Yunho leaned down to lightly kiss his temple. 

“Do you want me to come inside? It's Sunday, so I don’t have to rush home. If you’d like me to stick around a bit.” 

Hongjoong shook his head, worrying his lip between his teeth. 

“N-no it's okay, I should probably let you go so you can spend time with the others…I’m still so sorry about this morning I didn’t mean to-”

Yunho looked into his eyes for a while before he chuckled and ruffled his hair. 

“I know it was a bit chaotic, but I doubt any of them actually mind. I’ll go for tonight but Hyung,” He lifted Hongjoong’s chin, kissing him slowly and slightly crowding him against the door. When they separated, Hongjoong’s face had once again turned a brilliant shade of pink. 

“I look forward to the next time I get to fall asleep with you in my arms.” He sent him a wink, followed by a smile that lit his face up, laughing as Hongjoong lightly swatted at his chest. 

“F-flirt!” He grabbed his bag and quickly exited the car, hugging the coat Yunho had lent him close to his chest. He looked up his driveway, slowly blinking when he found the front blinds pulled up and several pairs of eyes staring at them. He coughed and made his way up the driveway, barely able to reach the front door before it swung open and he was yanked inside by his friends. 

"AH FUCK-" he let out quite an undignified scream as his friends began to chatter around him.

“Okay spill.”

“Holy shit, who’s clothes are those?”

“Goodness he bit you the fuck up, didn’t he, I didn’t take him for that much of a biter-”

Hongjoong’s head spun as all of his friends began to chatter all at once. Eventually he raised his voice over the confusing babbel, making them all quiet down instantly. 

“Okay! Holy shit, one question at a time.” 

The group paused for a moment before Yeonjun cleared their throat. 

“When the hell did you start liking the puppy dude?” 

Hongjoong scratched the back of his neck. It wasn’t a complicated question. It had to have been in the last month or so.

But still…from those images…those…memories? It would make sense to say he’d liked him all along. 

Liked? Loved. He loved him. A lifetime’s worth of love.

Though Hongjoong was sure if he dropped suddenly he'd been in love with someone who, in the eyes of his best friends, he'd only met a month ago, he'd have a lot more chaos erupt in this foyer.

He still had to get to the bottom of what was happening.

The more he tried to rationalize those thoughts and fit them neatly in his mind under a certain label, the more he felt painful radio static crackle and pierce into his head. 

‘Not now. There’s too much missing.’

“I..um…I guess this past month or so? He’s really cool and I vibe with him well.” Hongjoong muttered, satisfied when the crackle in his mind subsided. It really did seem like he needed to wait before he could unravel more of…whatever this is. 

How frustrating. 

Chungha handed him a cup of white peach tea, gently nodding toward the living room. 

“Guys, you all like, swarmed him as soon as he opened the door, let him get inside and sit down before you start grilling him.” She lightly scolded them. Yeonjun, Felix, and Chan pouted ever so slightly while Changkyun gently put his hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder. 

“C’mon, you must be tired.” 

Hongjoong smiled and made his way into the living room, sitting down and taking a sip. A smile lit up his face and Chan looked at the marks all over his neck. 

“You didn’t get hurt, right? Everything was consensual?” His voice was even, though Hongjoong could tell by his body language he was in his ‘protective big brother’ mode. It brought a smile to his face as he nodded. 

“...Yeah. A little bit surprising but everything that happened was with consent. He was very sweet and careful about that.” 

Chan’s demeanor relaxed considerably and Felix let out an audible sigh from beside him. 

“Oh good, he’s not some tall ass, sex-hungry creep.” 

Hongjoong sent him an incredulous look as Chungha elbowed him. Yeonjun and Changkyun laughed at either side of him before the former stopped abruptly, grabbing Hongjoong’s hands and looking into his eyes. 

“Okay so. How was it?” 

Hongjoong stared.

“How…was…what?? Exactly?”

Yeonjun arched a brow. 

“His stroke game, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong’s face ignited and he immediately swiped at Yeonjun’s head, letting out an indignant noise. 

“YOU CAN’T JUST ASK THAT.”

“I mean, I just did. Whether or not you feel comfortable disclosing is a different conversation.” They responded, yipping and rubbing their head when Chungha smacked them with the top of her house slipper. 

“Again, he just got in the house, stop interrogating him!” She scolded them before she looked at Hongjoong. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay. It came as a surprise, but you’re safe and happy and that’s all I could ever ask for. I meant what I said, though. If he hurts you, I’m going to break his dick. In half.” She smiled sweetly at the cold threat, all the others in the room shuddering visibly at the phantom pain of the threat. 

“It’s okay I’m actually…I need some…advice?” 

They all looked at him and he moved his gaze to the floor, fidgeting with his bracelet. He blinked, noticing his birthmark had gotten a bit darker. 

Huh. Had he gotten a bruise somewhere?

Anyway-

“I uh…we almost?? Had sex but I kind of..chickened out. Um..help?” Hongjoong liked to think he was pretty good at sorting his thoughts out, but he’d be lying if he said this entire situation hadn’t thrown him ass over head and left his thoughts in a spiral. 

All of his friends blinked owlishly at him before Chan stood. 

“This is weird, I’m gonna grab a water and I’ll be back.” He spoke quickly, ejecting himself from the conversation completely as Felix snorted beside him. Hongjoong’s cheeks, for the nth time that day, once again darkened in color. 

A fair response from Chan, to be honest. The older performer was basically his brother and he could imagine how weird and off-guard the question had taken him by. 

Changkyun rolled his eyes half-heartedly and hip checked Yeonjun out of the way from their position in front of Hongjoong on the floor. He sat with his legs pretzel style and sent him a kind, mature smile. 

“What exactly are you asking for help with? Initiation? Prep? Foreplay?” 

Hongjoong coughed and dodged the pillow Chungha had hurled over his head to hit Felix. 

“Stop laughing! He’s already flustered!” 

Hongjoong silently wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him. He’d had many conversations with his close friends and even his siblings that were downright embarrassing, but he’d never been the focus of any of them. 

Now that he thought about it…Hongjoong couldn’t recall a single time he had been romantically or sexually interested in anyone until now.

The revelation hit him like a sack of bricks, and his lips parted ever so slightly. 

“Holy shit.” 

Changkyun blinked before gently nudging his knee to bring him back down to earth. Hongjoong jolted ever so slightly before clearing his throat. 

“Sorry, erm….all of it? We came close last night but…he took the lead and guided me through all of it. I feel…a bit bad because I stopped right before we’d gone all the way and even though he was super nice and patient with me I-”

The laughter around him died and he felt a gentle hand comb through his mismatched hair. Yeonjun moved to sit beside him and continued petting him slowly, the teasing glint in their eyes completely gone. 

“Honey, do you want advice because you want to have sex with him or are you trying just because you feel bad it didn’t happen?” They inquired, searching Hongjoong’s eyes as he turned his head. 

While he did feel bad that he hadn’t done nearly as much for Yunho as he’d felt the taller man had done for him, Hongjoong couldn’t help but to roll those images through his head. 

Of a time before this. A time when they had laid together, entangled in each other, body and soul. Melded together so close it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.

He didn’t want that feeling to stay in his dreams.

“I want it. I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He admitted. Seemingly, his friends breathed a collective sigh of relief before Changkyun grabbed his attention. 

“Okay, so I’m gonna explain some things, it’s going to be traumatizing for all of us, and we’re gonna come out of this with some confidence.” 

A smile came to his face as his comment ripped a laugh from Hongjoong’s throat. The others soon followed suit as he rolled out of his position on the floor and stomped into the kitchen. 

“Christopher Bang Chan you get in here and help us with the communal suffering or so help me-”

The peels of laughter increased in volume at the faux shriek Chan let out when Changkyun came for him. Slowly, Hongjoong’s anxiety ebbed away. 

He wished Siyeon was here to help him with the rest of his close friends, but for now, he’d take the help wherever he could get it. 

-1pm-

-Namsan Mountain Park-

“Thank you for meeting with me. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.” 

The sound of a can opening fills the small break in conversation before a small laugh followed it. 

“Hardly. It was only a matter of time before one of you asked me to talk to you. I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” 

Seonghwa looked at the tattooed hand that had stretched out to him before taking the melon-flavored carbonated drink offered to him. Across from him, sat the Ishihara patriarch himself, not at all uncomfortable by the sudden summon from the ex prince. 

That probably made things a lot easier. 

“Excuse my bluntness, but I want as many answers as possible.” Seonghwa continued, taking a small sip of the drink. His brows went up for a moment before he took a bigger one, drawing a laugh from the man across from him. 

“I’ll answer what I can. Do understand I won’t be able to answer some of them just yet.” 

Seonghwa’s lips pursed in disapproval for a moment before he sighed and looked him in the eyes. 

“Who are you?” 

“Apollo, god of the sun, amongst other things.” Miyavi shrugged a shoulder, as if that had been the simplest thing in the world. 

Seonghwa slow blinked, staring at him for a beat of silence before he took another thoughtful sip of his drink. 

“Please don’t think I don’t appreciate it, but how is it that the God of the Sun came to be the adoptive father of our Captain?” 

Miyavi tapped his chin ever so slightly before he smiled. 

“Your little pirate captain approached me centuries ago in Delphi. Something about him moved me, and I felt the urge to make his time there enjoyable. I wonder, do you all remember the hidden orchid you found? The wolf that led you deeper? That was me. I’m glad you enjoyed your time, by the way, I don’t let just anyone in there, you know.” he adjusted some of the rings on his fingers, letting the words sink and click into place in Seonghwa’s mind. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before he was continuing, his eyes never leaving the god’s face. 

“That’s not all of it, surely.” 

“Not at all. I suppose you can call her my…cousin? Of sorts? The daughters of Poseidon, Charybdis and Scylla were disturbed by you all, it seems. Something about a stolen object. I did my best that night, I truly did, but was stopped up in Olympus from intervening. An offense had taken place and the girls had, technically, every right to be enraged. Especially after the slaying of Charybdis.” 

Seonghwa’s expression soured. 

“Are you saying we’re at fault?” 

“The one who took the rod, mostly. But still. That’s beside the point now. I spent time trying to locate his soul, and it wasn’t easy. Siyeon had ended up being the catalyst piece here. She’s a witch and began worshiping the Sun. I heard her. Well, so did some others. Had to call in a few favors and almost got stabbed by Amaterasu, but I attuned myself to her worship because I saw her in an old prophecy. She led me right to Hongjoong, but unfortunately, time had already run out before I could make any significant moves into figuring out how to reverse the curse. I made a deal with my…step mother, I suppose I can call her, and was able to pin down where this latest Hongjoong had been reborn and Melody and I decided the best thing to do was to insert ourselves into his life to guide and protect him as best we can. This is…the only chance I have to assist you.” he looked away, and Seonghwa knew there was something else. 

Across from them, a bird faltered as it took flight.

“,,,,Your step mother…I assume you mean Hera?” he inquired.

Miyavi nodded, downing the rest of his own drink before he tossed the can into a bin a good distance from where they sat. 

“....doesn’t she hate you?”

“With a burning passion. Tried to kill me and my sister Artemis as soon as we were born.” 

Seonghwa had an ever growing pit in his stomach. Part of him wanted to stop asking questions, just leave it be, there’s no need or reason to probe any deeper, just leave it. Focus on Hongjoong focus on the pace they're working at, it's chaotic enough just LEAVE it-

“It’s not as easy as it should be anymore, is it?” 

Miyavi chuckled and looked at him out of the corner of his eye, a small glint in his eye confirming more than any words ever could. Seonghwa’s brows furrowed and he let his shoulders drop. 

“Don’t do that. No matter how bad it gets, don’t ever let yourself feel defeated before you’ve fought. You’ve searched high and low for him and now he’s in front of you. You have a literal god helping you. Well, several, if you count the Egyptian and Māori ones tagging along with your group. I would say the odds are in your favor. I’ll continue to help as much as I can.” Miyavi offered kindly, looking at Seonghwa like he did his own children. Seonghwa’s brows remained furrowed. 

“What am I supposed to do? This is far beyond what I can handle.”

“You used to be a tactician, right? You’re now the captain of the crew while Hongjoong remains unawake. You can think of something. Besides, you’re not alone. From what Siyeon reported, you all have learned and attempted Mnemosyne’s trials.” 

Seonghwa nodded, tapping his bottom lip before he blinked. 

Right. 

The Trials. 

“Siyeon told us your children have come close to completing the Trials before. How?” 

Miyavi hummed and leaned back in his seat, laughing. 

“Those three are probably just as determined as you all are to help their brother. I feel…a bit like a bad father for having my children grow up learning such violent things, but it’s for the best that they know how to fight and defend themselves if things go south.” 

“...so they’re not human.” 

“No, not at all. No one in the family is. Is that really much of a surprise?” 

Seonghwa thought back to the first time he’d encountered Yuta and the overwhelming killing intent behind his movements. 

How he nearly missed the knife against his throat and hadn’t seen or felt the man come in the room at all. 

Miyavi watched the look on his face before standing, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“We’re approaching territory that I cannot go into now. Ideally, I’d like you not to look at my children maliciously. They’re all doing their best too, seeing as mommy dearest upstairs drug them into this mess as a condition against me.” he began walking down a grassy path, not looking back. 

The rustle of clothes behind him assured him Seonghwa was following anyway. 

“....against you. That doesn’t sound like allies.”

Miyavi sent him a look. 

“They’re my children, First Mate Seonghwa.” 

“I’m just reading into what you said, Apollo, God of the Sun.” 

Miyavi ran a hand through his hair, shattered pieces of a prophecy not fully foretold flashing through his mind. 

Scales, broken chains, a full moon, bloodied feathers. 

“Let’s put it this way. Should you fail, a bit more is at stake than just Hongjoong’s reincarnation.” 

He heard Seonghwa’s footsteps slow behind him before they hastened once more, the tall ex pirate appearing right beside him. 

".....do I want to know what that means?"

Miyavi hummed, watching the clouds above them. 

"The end of the world. Probably."

".....I'm sorry, what?"

-🐺-

"Achoo."

"Ah, bless you, Sis."

Suzuka quietly thanked Hongjoong as she walked over, touching his forehead. 

"....feeling better?"

Hongjoong laughed and scratched his head. When his siblings had returned, they were met with the sound of flustered squabbling and banter. 

The eldest Ishihara sibling watched her youngest brother sit with his face in his hands, cheeks bright red as his shoulders shook with laughter as Yeonjun and Chan yelled above his head.

"I'M SAYING HE NEEDS A POLE, CHRIS."

"HE'S LOSING HIS VIRGINITY, NOT LEARNING TO BE A POLE DANCER, YEONJUN. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO POLE DANCE"

"WE CAN TAKE LESSONS."

"We? Are you suddenly French?! Who is we?!"

Changkyun held his sides, wiping away a tear as he looked at the two. 

"I'm not driving anyone to the hospital, by the way." He added playfully as the two continued their outlandish discourse. 

"HE NEEDS TO KNOW HOW TO THROW HIS ASS BACK, CHRIS. HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TO WORK WITH."

"I DON'T NEED THESE VISUALS, YEONJUN. I REALLY DON'T NEED THE VISUALS OF ANY OF YOU ON A POLE!"

".....Just for that, I'm buying a pole and I'm gonna learn a routine for your birthday and you have to support me unless you suck eggs."

"I hope you bust your ass, I truly do."

Yeonjun let out a scandalized gasp. 

"Excuuuuuse you?!"

Yuta slow blinked at them, hands in his pockets while Moa shrugged and set down the bags of takeout food they'd brought home with them. 

The scent of food made the bickering come to an abrupt and comical end, both Chan and Yeonjun stopped mid-playful shouting match once the aroma wafted past them. 

Suzuka’s lips quirked up as they promptly gravitated towards the table, peeking into the boxes while Chungha grabbed plates. 

"Oh good, you got something to shut these two loveable idiots up." She let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. Both of them huffed indignantly while Felix made his way into the kitchen first, grateful for the break in the bickering around him. 

Hongjoong joined him, looking out of the window and smiling as he noticed a few snowflakes falling from the sky. Felix looked at him out of the corner of his eye, gently touching his shoulder. 

"I'm not really good at this compared to them, but whatever you do, make sure you do it safely. Above all else, you come first. Uh. Emotionally. You're coming emotionally. First. Um. That was phrased really weirdly, ew-" he shuddered and Hongjoong snorted, covering his mouth to stifle the rest of his laughter as he looked at Felix with an understanding twinkle in his eyes.

"I got you. I feel a bit better after talking to everyone, don't worry." He smiled. Felix relaxed and moved to go to sit at the table. 

Hongjoong looked out of the window, noticing a lone blue bird fly by before he turned to get dinner.

-❄️-

"You look pale, Hwa."

Seonghwa’s head snapped up, the ink from his pen bleeding as he held it in place on the paper in front of him. He looked at the ruined formation he had been drawing out before sighing, lifting his gaze up to meet Wooyoung’s. 

"A-are you okay? You look really intense." He muttered. Seonghwa ran his hand through his hair, the words escaping him. 

It took him much longer than Wooyoung had ever seen him take to finally find the words, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips first. 

"I just…I want everyone to be okay." It wasn't the most elegant statement, but the tired tone in his voice made Wooyoung’s heart sink into his shoes. 

"I'm sorry." He muttered softly. 

Seonghwa shook his head, putting the pen down as he stood. 

"It's my fault. I'll figure something out. I have to." He moved past Wooyoung, kissing the top of his head and sending him a small smile. 

"I love you."

Wooyoung stared back, worried.

"I love you too…" 

Seonghwa kissed him once before he turned and left him alone in the room to make tea. 

Wooyoung looked down at the crumpled pieces of paper littering the floor for a while, turning and leaving quietly.

-🐉-

Drip…drip….drip…

Joong stared as the dragon before him rumbled, blood dribbling from his massive head. 

He'd done it. It was small, nearly inconsequential, but he had finally done it. 

There was a crack.

The beast's chest rose and fell harshly as he rested. The blood was from a spot on the center of his forehead where he'd begun bashing it against the crystal in a frenzy out of nowhere. 

Joong had been through a lot of shit in his life. He'd had motorcyclists hold him up, felt the chill of blades against his throat and been followed home by unhappy riders with big egos who didn't appreciate his brand of snark.

Never once in his life did he feel as terrified as he did right now. 

He wanted to run. Something told him he didn't want to know where this was going. He didn't know when this began and wanted to be nowhere near it when it ended. 

But on another hand, he was frozen in place. 

It was him. Inside that crystal was undoubtedly him. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of hell he was in. Every depiction he'd heard about purgatory was vastly different than this. Joong couldn't even tell if he was in hell.

Drip…drip…

The dragon shifted, opening its eyes once more. His lip curled up as he looked at the crystal. 

"You can't keep me out forever. This is all YOUR fault. All you had to do was be a good little pawn and obey me. But no. Instead, you defy me and get BOTH of us trapped in this hell. When I free myself, there will be hell to pay."

He shook his head, droplets of shimmering blood landing on the crystal as he curled up, seemingly tired out. Joong kept deathly still, heart thundering in his chest as he felt his bangs shift with every exhale of the resting dragon. 

Idly, he wondered where the other beast had slinked off to and what the full story behind the three of them was. 

He looked up once more, waiting until the dragon was asleep-or at least he hoped to whatever higher power would listen that he was-before he slowly crawled out of the silk of his tail for the first time. He kept his steps quiet as he stood in front of the crystal, gently extending a hand and placing it over the outside. 

He definitely was some kind of sailor, given his tattered attire. Joong scanned as much as he could, not liking the idea of him being out in the open in front of the mad dragon behind him for too long. 

His eyes wandered downwards and he cringed at the wounds littered all over the man's arms, torso, and legs. 

They were deep, like the fangs of a rabid beast. 

All at once, he felt like something had slammed into his temple, images flooding his mind.

"Protect our crew….find me later."

Joong held his head, nearly screaming at the splitting feeling that coursed through him 

"I love you all….so much."

He snapped his head up, looking up at the face of his double in the crystal. 

Had his eyes always been cracked open like that?

Joong panted, staring at the motionless man, more questions emerging in his head. Behind him, the dragon shifted and he quickly made his way back into his hiding place, heart thundering once more. 

From within the crystal, The Captain watched him rush out of his line of sight.

'I'm…so tired of being alone.'

-Monday, March 25th, 11am-

-227 Days Remain-

"Are your friends…okay today?" Yunho inquired, looking down at Hongjoong in amusement. The pianist looked around his frame, brow twitching slightly at the sight of his friends not so subtly playing hooky in lieu of watching over them.

"What the hell do they expect us to do? Fuck in an elevator or something?" Hongjoong hissed, tapping his foot. Yunho blinked owlishly before tapping his cheek.

"I feel like that's a really familiar concept…I'm keeping condoms on me so we can try it if you want." 

Hongjoong nearly tripped as he whirled his head around to look at him.

"Yunho?!"

"What? I'll happily receive, if you're nervous." 

Hongjoong did a double take, staring at the unbothered doctor as he walked beside him. He lowered his voice to a whisper. 

"You're not…at all flustered by any of this?"

Yunho hummed, pausing and rubbing his chin for a moment. 

"Mm…no, not really. I never have been. But that's just me." Yunho placed a hand over Hongjoong’s head, smiling softly. 

"Really, it's fine if you're nervous or unsure. We don't have to do anything. I'm just happy you're here and you remember Geb and I." He spoke honestly, placing a hand in front of Hongjoong’s chest and summoning a rose so the others couldn't see. It had no thorns and Yunho carefully tucked it behind his ear. 

Hongjoong smiled and smiled as they ducked into the library. 

Maybe with the continued reassurance, he could finally calm his chaotic thoughts and focus on preparing himself. 

Except. That isn't at all what happened. 

In fact, a different chain of thoughts weasel their way into his brain as he reads the same paragraph over and over again for the third time.

Yunho, lips curled up in that kind way, rose pink dusting his cheeks as his thighs fell open like a flower blooming. 

The arch of his back, the strain of the sheets below his palm as he tugged at them, the groans and breathless keens of Hongjoong’s name. 

"Right there, you know how we like it, don't you~? Keep moving your hips just-ngh!-just like that. Hongjoong~ Hongjoong!"

"Hongjoong?"

The musician startled, looking up at Yunho with wide eyes. The doctor blinked at him before his eyes travel down. 

The evidence of Hongjoong’s wandering thoughts is obvious. 

Hongjoong feels shame and embarrassment wash over him, but Yunho only let out a gentle exhale, a soft fruit-scented sigh as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Hongjoong’s. 

It wasn't demanding or frantic, just a slow connection that somehow made him feel grounded once again. Yunho didn't escalate it further, cautious of their setting as he peppered Hongjoong’s lips in kisses. 

"I can't properly articulate how damn good it feels to know you can't get us out of your mind."

Hongjoong flushed. 

Us.

His brain was especially traitorous today. Imagining rough calloused hands running down his spine, pressing down, the pop and crack of his back nearly making him moan more than the cock nestled deep inside of him, a voice speaking in his ear in a language he didn't know but it sent goosebumps down his spine, nonetheless. 

"Geb," Hongjoong muttered under his breath. Another chuckle slipped from Yunho’s lips, though it was different, deeper. 

Hongjoong shuddered.

"Do not strain yourself. We're not going anywhere."

Hongjoong cleared his throat, beet red, and looked at Geb’s ice blue eye, the other one remaining Yunho’s usual kind brown color. 

That's right. They shared. They were exceptional at it. 

Compared to…? 

Were there any others Hongjoong knew about that had…well, a whole separate entity living inside of them?

Warm hands cupped his cheek and drew his focus in once more. 

"How about you come home with us again? Let's try something a bit different tonight." Yunho hummed, smiling softly as he leaned in for a kiss. Hongjoong’s eyes nearly closed fully before Yunho’s lips brushed past his cheek as he leaned into his ear.

"I'll be using my powers a bit tonight. I hope that's alright." He whispered before pulling away. Hongjoong nearly chased after his lips before he caught himself, clearing his throat. 

Yunho smiled, satisfied, and leaned away from him, going back to the book in front of him. 

Neither of them were really reading a damn thing on those pages. 

🎕┈┈┈┈

When Hongjoong stepped into Yunho’s home after they’d gotten finished studying, he was met with the smell of simmering meat. 

He instinctively turned towards the kitchen, hearing sizzling. 

It was…so familiar, this scent. 

Yunho put his hand at the small of his back and smiled down at him. 

“Do you want to go see what Mingi and Yeosang are cooking, or do you want to go straight upstairs?” He inquired. Hongjoong glanced again before he rubbed his neck. 

“Is it okay? I don’t want to intrude.” He admitted. Yunho nearly told him ‘of course you can’ without hesitation, but he caught himself. He’d seen the occasional concerned glances. 

Hongjoong definitely knew Mingi was cautious around him. 

Respecting that, Yunho told him to wait, striding into the kitchen and beaming at the ex prince and boatswain that darted around each other. Yeosang’s tails were out on full display, occasionally brushing along the exposed skin of Mingi’s abdomen or back as the shirtless man measured spices. 

That being said, the kitsune currently had a one-track-mind, as evidenced by the shriek that he let out when he turned and saw Yunho looming just a few feet from him. 

Mingi tensed in an instant, a white knuckled grip on a knife and his eyes flashing purple before he paused, blinking at Yunho in realization as Yeosang held his chest. 

“Oh my god, Yunho what the fu-”

“Are you okay?!” Hongjoong rushed in after the scream, blinking in surprise when his eyes landed on Yeosang. 

All four men stared at each other like deer in headlights. Yeosang stood slowly, unable to hide the fact his massive, silken tails had been visible to the pianist. 

He still dispelled them, though.

“Uh…hi?” He sheepishly greeted, hoping Hongjoong wouldn’t have another painful headache because of him.  

Hongjoong slow blinked, looking from him, to Mingi, and finally, Yunho. 

“....is everyone alright?” He questioned slowly. Yeosang nodded, wondering if he was going to ask. Hongjoong’s shoulders relaxed, and he looked towards Yeosang once more. 

“....they were really pretty.” He complimented. Yeosang blushed and opened his mouth to ask him if he remembered anything, but he stopped short, watching as Hongjoong went rigid. 

“Cheese smells food! Cheese would like to taste test the food now!”

Anything Yeosang had to say was gone the moment Cheese came bounding into the room, barking excitedly. Hongjoong’s eyes went wide as Cheese jumped up, putting his paws on Mingi’s chest. 

“Cheese has been a very good Cheese! Cheese would now like some of your quality spiced meats now!” 

To Hongjoong, all he could hear was barking. 

Barking and the ocean. 

-It’s so loud. The splashing. 

He can almost feel it, fangs biting into him. 

When he inhales water fills his lungs-

Yunho took his hand and sent an apologetic look to Yeosang and Mingi, tugging Hongjoong away before he could have a panic attack. He could feel the pianist’s hand getting clammy in his own. 

“Hongjoong, look at me, hey.” 

Yunho turned, gently cupping his forearms. Hongjoong looked up at him, mouth opening, but nothing came out. It broke the doctor’s heart, but he didn’t show it, instead pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Breathe with me. Take your time.” 

He instructed him gently, and once Hongjoong had gathered his bearings, he realized he was seated in Yunho’s room, his head nestled in the crook of the doctor’s neck. 

“I…I’m okay. Sorry.” He muttered. Yunho kissed his head and pulled back, smiling softly at him. 

“It’s alright. How about we take it easy tonight? I’ll check up on dinner in a bit and maybe we watch a movie?”

Hongjoong frowned. It was clearly obvious Yunho intended to try initiating something intimate when he invited him over after the library and Hongjoong felt like once again, he’d let the taller man down. 

“I-..we can still…”He hated how clammy he felt, frustrated with himself over his phobia and ‘ruining’ his and Yunho’s moment for the second time. Yunho looked at his expression and shook his head. 

“I’m not here to force or pressure you, Hongjoong. Ever. I know you’re afraid of dogs and I should have checked to see where Cheese was before we came in.” Yunho quietly took responsibility, but Hongjoong’s brow only furrowed deeper. 

“He shouldn’t be locked up in a room in his own house because I’m over.” He muttered, eyes fixed on his own hands. 

He felt the beginnings of a headache coming on, a split-like feeling right in the center of his forehead, but he grit his teeth, anger spiking. 

He was…unreasonably angry, and spot on his chest, out of sight, shimmered for a moment.

What the hell does he have to be so afraid of?

Yunho startled when Hongjoong stood abruptly, jaw set. He cast him a worried look and Hongjoong marched out of the room, heading back downstairs with Yunho hot on his heels. 

“Hongjoong? Cap-Uh-wait!” Yunho stumbled, missing a step as Hongjoong stormed back into the kitchen, Mingi looked up, a spoon in hand and a curious look on his face as Hongjoong looked about. 

“....you good?” He inquired, arching a brow. Hongjoong glanced around the room once more before pursing his lips. His gaze drifted over to the canine on the floor and Cheese perked. 

“Oh, Cheese did not know Captain would come back, Cheese will leave-oh there is a hand in Cheese’s face.” 

Cheese blinked and sniffed as Hongjoong put a shaky hand before Cheese’s nose. Yunho finally caught up, blinking in surprise before he put his hand at the small of Hongjong’s back. 

“Cheese, wanna make a friend? Can you be nice and give kisses?” Yunho inquired. Cheese perked and sat up on his haunches, sniffing Hongjoong’s hand more. 

“Of course Cheese can be nice! Cheese is a valuable member of the crew-oh. Oh! The Captain smells of many souls. This confuses Cheese.” Cheese gently licked his hand, pressing his head into Hongjoong’s palm shortly after. Mingi and Yunho’s eyebrows rose as Hongjoong shakily cooed to the dog. 

“G-good boy…such a handsome boy…” Hongjoong stuttered, slowly relaxing thanks to Cheese’s surprising calmness. 

Yeosang came back into the kitchen, blinking in surprise at the return of the pianist. He looked at Yunho and Mingi, tilting his head at them both and the perplexed looks on their faces. 

“Definately….He smells of blood…lotus…some kind of leather…fire…? And the ocean. He smells a lot like the ocean. Oh, and amber. Its an interesting combination for Cheese. Cheese smells at least three…nnn..no, four souls.” 

All of them stared at the Jindo in shock as he gruffawed and keened, lifting his head to accept scratches from Hongjoong. The young man had slowly relaxed, smiling and pressing his head together with the dog’s once Cheese gave him a lick to the cheek. 

“Thank you…sorry, I just…I hate feeling so afraid. There’s no need to be. Not of this little guy, right Cheese?” Hongjoong beamed, smiling as Cheese let out a small, mini howl in delight and wagged his tail. 

“No problem…are you feeling alright?” Yeosang inquired, looking down at Hongjoong. He hadn’t the slightest clue on where to begin when it came to unpacking what the dog had told them, but he’d save that brain crunch for later, instead wanting to focus on the matter at hand. 

“I feel…a lot better than I did before. I really appreciate you all being so patient with me in these moments of weakness.” 

The three of them stared at him. Such a simple phrase, but they’d heard it before, knew it well. 

When their Captain thrashed in his sleep, when he reached blindly and cried for his fallen mother. When the hooks of nightmarish slumber pushed down on his lungs and made it hard to breathe, they’d be there. He always said the same thing, wiping away his tears in frustration. 

“Ah…what kind of Capt’n am I? Making my crew worry about me like that. I’m sorry, it was a moment of weakness. Thank you for pullin’ me out of it.” 

Mingi looked away, his fingers tapping against the counter in front of him while Yunho gently put his arm around him, pulling Hongjoong close to him and kissing his head. Yeosang gently came closer and reached, taking Hongjoong’s hands. He brought them to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly. 

“You can lean on us, Hongjoong. We all could use an attitude adjustment, but I promise, we’re a lot more reliable than we look.” Yeosang spoke against the skin of his hands. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to Hongjoong’s, taking in the flustered flush that crept up the man’s neck. He stared at him, lips parted in surprise. 

“I- Oh, Thank you, Yeosang.”

Yeosang let his hands go and smiled, motioning for the two to leave the kitchen. 

“Now shoo. Dinner won’t be done for a while. Find something more interesting to occupy your time with.” He urged. 

Yunho mouthed a ‘thank you’ over Hongjoong’s head, leaning to kiss Mingi’s cheek and Yeosang’s birthmark before he picked the pianist up. 

“C’mon, you nearly gave me a heart attack running out so suddenly.” He lightly scolded, taking Hongjoong back upstairs. 

Hongjoong flushed, rubbing his neck in embarrassment, but Yunho simply pulled him in for a kiss, pressing their heads together. 

“Do you want to continue?” 

“Yes.” 

“Do you want to continue because you want to?”

“Yes.”

Hongjoong was frustrated with everyone treating him like he’d break, but he understood well the position he was in. As much as he got flustered and even embarrassed by the coddling, at least he knew both his friends and his boyfriend cared about his comfort. 

Yunho smiled and stole another kiss, cupping both of Hongjoong’s cheeks and teasing his piercing with his own tongue, lightly tugging at the ball. Hongjoong whimpered into his lips, pressing himself against him, his hips twitching as he felt himself grow harder in his loose-fitting pants. 

When Yunho broke the kiss, there was a completely different look in his eyes, one that made Hongjoong shudder in need as the taller man took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and worked on the button of his jeans, smiling at Hongjoong as he followed his every move with his eyes. 

“Have a seat there,” He pointed to the rolling chair he had near a desk adorned with plants and notes. Hongjoong sat himself down, his eyes locking onto the scar on Yunho’s abdomen before he bit his lip lightly, noticing Yunho tugging the waistband of his pants down, his cock springing out moments later. 

Hongjoong was proud of himself for not letting out any of the noises of want that so desperately wanted to slip free from his mouth. 

He was not, however, able to keep back the gasp of surprise when Yunho wrapped a vine around the chair and pulled him in closer, until he was at the end of the bed staring doe eyed as the doctor situated himself in the middle. 

“What…what exactly are we doing, aga-...”Hongjoong trailed off, eyes drifting between Yunho’s legs as the doctor spread them apart, fully on display in front of him. Everything he had in mind died in his throat as he eyed Yunho with a want that made his fingers twitch. 

“I want you to watch me, watch us, if that’s alright?” He instructed, running a hand down his torso before wrapping it around his cock. Hongjoong didn’t brave trying to speak again, worried he’d sound like a fool as he followed every stroke and upward curve of Yunho’s hand. 

“Geb, it’s okay. I don’t think he minds.” Yunho moaned, smiling as he felt the fractured god take over part of his body, smooth vines wrapping around his legs, pulling them wider apart so he couldn’t close them and hide anything from the view of their Captain. 

“Hongjoong, I think you’ll delight in knowing we’ve gotten quite sensitive. Look here,” Geb rumbled, thin vines curling around and rolling Yunho’s nipples until they hardened into buds. Yunho shuddered and moaned, bucking into his own hand. 

“I wonder if you recall how needy we can get when it comes to this. It’s been many moons and we’ve even perfected the right mix for our nectar. Isn’t that right, Yunho? Should we show him?” 

Yunho whimpered, nearly closing his eyes in pleasure. Both of them turned ice blue and Geb tutted as he opened them back fully. 

“Come, now, Yunho. Don’t look away from him.” Geb scolded.  Yunho groaned and lifted his hips, clenching on nothing at the mere thought of what was to come. 

Hongjoong pushed his own pants down past his thigh, laughing in disbelief as he watched a vine thicker and smoother than the one teasing Yunho’s nipples appeared, dribbling something translucent and sweet-smelling over Yunho’s asshole. 

“How often do you play with yourself like this, Yunho? If you two have perfected it, how many nights did it take?” He asked without thinking, smiling at the way Yunho’s hips twitched. 

“I-nn-I’ve lost count…I just let Geb guide and feel around for what’s best-ah!” He choked on his own voice as he bucked, feeling his own vine push into him, coated in the aphrodisiac-like nectar. 

Hongjoong bit his lip, grabbing his own cock and pumping in time with Yunho’s as Geb chuckled and growled into the room. 

“My, it’s been too long. We’ve been neglecting ourselves. He’s tight, Hongjoong. Practically sucking in our vines and it’s still not enough, is it?” He let out a faux sympathetic sigh, more vines wrapping around Yunho’s thick thighs, kneading and gripping them as he fucked himself. The god wasn’t sure if the doctor even knew he’d given up control of their vines a few minutes ago, letting him control his (well, technically their) pleasure. 

Hongjoong kicked his pants off and away from himself, moaning as he watched Yunho arch and stroke himself faster, softly moaning Hongjoong’s name. 

The bed dipped, and the two-toned man joined him, crawling up on his hands and knees and licking up Yunho’s balls, past the length of his cock, over his fingers, before kissing the head of his weeping cock. 

“H-Hongjoong-”

“Don’t stop. You wanted to show me, right?” He whispered, putting his head on Yunho’s thigh, his breath fanning over Yunho’s cock and his stuffed hole. 

Yunho sucked his lip in and trembled, making the vine thicker inside of himself, mirroring the size he knew his smaller lover was. He moaned and arched his back, eyes nearly rolling back as he felt thick, warm nectar electrify his very being. 

“That’s it, pretty boy. I’m here. Show me up close how beautiful you look when you cum.” Hongjoong sighed lovingly, reaching to rub around Yunho’s stuffed rim, smiling when he jolted upwards. 

“Fuck! Ngh-!”

Hongjoong was honestly curious, and clearly was thinking with the head between his legs instead of the one between his shoulders as he leaned down and ran his tongue over both the vine as it pulled out, and the rim of Yunho’s hole, catching some of the nectar on his tongue. 

Yunho’s thighs flexed, and had it not have been for the vines and Geb’s quiet monitoring of their play, he might have snapped them shut. His body trembled, a mixture of several languages spilling from his lips as he chased his orgasm, eyes blown wide with lust as he watched Hongjoong. 

He found his mouth running far faster than his brain could catch up with. 

“Hongjoong, please-” He whimpered, eyes rolling as he felt his own vine push against his prostate. Hongjoong looked up at his face, tilting his head. 

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?” 

Yunho didn’t have an ounce of embarrassment in his body, looking at him with his lips swollen from self biting, panting like he’d ran a marathon, reaching to run a hand through Hongjoong’s hair. 

“I want…mmmnn…I want you…please? I’ll even wait for you I just- please-” He groaned, his hand speeding up on his cock before he stopped abruptly, stilling the vine in his ass and ruining his orgasm. Hongjoong bit his lip and sat up, watching as veins throbbed on Yunho’s cock, thighs, hands, neck, and temple, straining as he tried to force himself down from his ruined ecstasy. 

“Where’s the condoms you bought?” Hongjoong whispered. Excitement and a flicker of anxiety ran through him, but he found the former beating out the latter as Yunho shakily sent a vine to grab one of the two boxes he’d bought yesterday. Hongjoong took it, tearing the package and rolling it down his cock. 

He crawled up until they could press their foreheads together, his palms splayed out on the bed sheets at either side of Yunho’s ribs. They held each other’s gaze, and Yunho simply smiled, guiding Hongjoong’s cock down to his hole after sliding the messy vine out of himself. 

Hongjoong looked down between them, slowly pressing his hips down and gasping softly as he felt Yunho’s tight and slick walls grip him. 

Both men groaned into the plant-filled room. Yunho gripped his cock tight, forcing down another orgasm as he looked at where they were joined, a dazed and joyful curl of his lips making Hongjoong growl above him. 

“Y-Yunho, don’t clench so tight, baby. I can b-barely move-” Hongjoong moaned, pressing biting kisses down Yunho’s neck. The doctor groaned and let his head roll to the side, his cock making a mess of his abs. 

“I…mmm I can’t help it, you don’t have to go slow.” He urged, trying to rock his hips. Hongjoong opened his mouth to tell him he didn’t want to hurt him, but Yunho leaned into his ear, running his hand through his hair. 

“I like the stretch. Go faster.” He purred, moaning in delight when Hongjoong kissed him with fervor, working up a steady pace. Yunho sucked on his tongue and moaned in approval, stroking himself at an off-beat tempo.

Hongjoong was hyperaware of every sound once more.

Every slap of their hips together, every slick sound of Yunho’s cock in his hand, every filthy smack of their lips in their kiss, all of it made Hongjoong’s body feel like sparks were trailing through his veins. 

“That’s it~ Mmn, you’re so eager, I think you remember our body well, Hongjoong. You’re making such a…mmm…delightful expression, does it feel that good?” Geb moaned, the triangle covering Yunho’s eye once more as they both looked up at Hongjoong. 

The pianist sucked in a breath and rolled his hips down and to the left, smiling as his memory served right, listening as both of them let out a swear of surprise. His lips quirked as he slowed his hips down immediately afterwards. Yunho looked at him in surprise, opening his mouth, but Hongjoong cut him off.

“I want to try the vine, too. At the same time.”  

Even the god was caught off guard, but they recovered quickly, with a vine dribbling sweet nectar between the musician’s cheeks. 

Yunho smiled and reached around his frame, holding his cheeks open as Hongjoong resumed his thrusts. Hongjoong sighed against Yunho’s skin as he felt the tip of it press into his hole. 

“Nice and slow, Joongie.” 

Hongjoong’s hips stuttered for only a moment as the slick tip pushed into him, a groan of surprise spilling from his lips. It certainly was bigger than Yunho’s fingers, but not enough to knock the wind out of him, and soon he found his rhythm again, grinding into Yunho at a deep, slow pace. 

“Right there, right there yes nngh!” Yunho arched, nearly covering his mouth at the shaky gasp that spilled from his lips, catching himself off guard. Hongjoong noticed and grit his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow as he took his hand and pulled it away, lacing their fingers together and staring down into his eyes. 

Yunho looked up, holding his gaze as he gradually thickened and curved the vine inside of Hongjoong, smiling as Hongjoong let out his own cry of delight, feeling it rub right against his prostate. 

Hongjoong looked down, and like before, felt that phantom feeling of rocking on a boat as he rolled his hips downwards, his bangs sticking to his forehead. 

Yunho…felt as good as he’d always did. 

He always stared at him with those big brown eyes, deep with love and eager for more. 

Always…

“I love you.” Hongjoong panted, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he looked down at Yunho. The doctor’s lips parted in surprise and he opened his mouth to respond, but Hongjoong kissed him feverishly, swallowing his moans as he sped up, reaching between them to stroke Yunho. The doctor’s hand had halted in surprise, but now it wrapped around the bars of the bed above his head as he arched his back, pretty notes falling past his lips as he looked up at Hongjoong. 

“C’mon, cum with me baby, I’m so close, please I need it I was good, I was good, please-” He slipped up, his mind melting as he sped up the vine in Hongjoong, wanting him to join him in the climbing ecstasy. 

Hongjoong’s eyes widened before he smiled, leaning into his ear. 

“You’re so good, Yunho. You’re so good for me, for us.” He cooed, biting the shell of his ear when he heard Yunho’s breath hitch. He stroked him faster, surprised at himself and the strong need to make the doctor fall apart first. 

“You and Geb are so good. Is this what I missed? Hm? You look beautiful like this. I-I don’t think I can hold back, baby. Hold me, go faster, we’re gonna cum together.” He groaned, feeling his hips ache in a way he was familiar with from performing, but with a blanket of pleasure running up and down his spine as the nectar ran down his rim and his balls. 

“Thank you, thank you, I love you, right there-AH!”

Yunho arched his back and forced himself to keep his eyes open, biting his lip as Hongjoong’s expression matched his. Stars dotted his vision and he clenched tight, his body taught as he finally came with a loud cry, thick splurts making a mess of his and Hongjoong’s abs. Hongjoong smiled and kissed him, rocking back and forth desperately. 

Between the tightness of Yunho’s trembling body and the dizzying pleasure of the vine in his ass, Hongjoong didn’t stand a chance, hugging Yunho and moaning into the heated skin of his neck as he came inside of the condom. 

“Y-Yunho-”

He shuddered, staying in his arms and holding him as both of them tried to force air back into their lungs. The vine retreated, and Hongjoong flushed, feeling thick pearls of nectar roll out. Did he need that much lubrication? Probably not, but it gave him a hungry feeling for the real thing that made his heart skip. 

Good thing both of them were already blushing from head to toe. 

Yunho groaned, muscles sore as he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong, sending him a thousand watt smile. 

“You did…phenomenally. I hope I feel it for days.” He mused, closing his eyes and letting his head thump against the pillow, a blissed smile on his face. Hongjoong blushed and looked down between them. 

“Yunho, we should clean up. We’re covered in sweat, cum, and nectar.”

“Mmm. Gimme a moment. I’m basking.”

Hongjoong sent him a flat look before he playfully rolled his eyes, putting his head on Yunho’s chest. 

He supposed it wasn’t too bad to rest for a bit more.

Just a little.

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Once they were out of earshot, Yeosang sighed softly, shoulders slumping. Mingi looked at him out of the corner of his eye before looking down at Cheese. 

“You said you smelled four souls inside of him?” 

Cheese looked up and nodded, letting out a big yawn before sprawling onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor. 

“One is his. The scents Cheese told you about are the ones Cheese smelled in them. Amber-Cheese thinks that is his soul, it is the strongest smelling. Then bloody lotus, fire and leather, and the ocean. The ocean scent is the faintest. Like it’s fading.” 

Both of their eyes widened and Mingi clenched his fists so hard, he had crescents in his palms. 

“Captain…are you…are you still in there?” He whispered without thinking. Yeosang tapped his lip and paced the room, eyes fixed on the tiles as he tried to process the gravity of their findings. 

He shook his head, ruffling his hair, and turned to Mingi instead, walking over to gently tuck himself in the taller immortal's arms.

"Are you okay, Mingi?"

Mingi wrapped his arms around him, conflict swirling in his mind. 

"I…I don't know."

Yeosang gave him a squeeze and looked into his eyes. 

"It's okay not to know right now. We can navigate through this together. It's confusing as all hell. But, what matters to me right now," he gently kissed Mingi and leaned back so he could stare into his eyes. 

"Is that all of my loves are full and taken care of. Do you want dessert made? I can start." He offered, rubbing Mingi’s cheeks. Mingi looked at him for a long time before putting his hands over Yeosang’s. 

"Would…would you still love me if I wasn't the same me you've always known?"

Yeosang pressed his lips together before he exhaled softly.

"I would."

"How do you know?"

"The you in front of me isn't the you from centuries ago. The me in front of you isn't the me from centuries ago. None of us have escaped the touch of pain and time. Just because we do not deteriorate or change physically doesn't mean we haven't changed emotionally and mentally." Yeosang closed his eyes and hummed. 

"It's…been hard and there's an awful rift between us that hurts so much…but I still love you. I still love everyone. Mingi," he pulled the taller man into a hug.

"If…if you don't still love me…or us…that's within your right. I'm not going to force you. I just…I'll do everything in my power to help you and everyone smile again. I can do that."

Mingi felt his heart clench in pain, hugging him tight. 

"I do love you!” He spoke hurriedly, worried he’d offended the ex prince by his venting. Yeosang didn’t say a word, gently petting his hair and smiling softly, waiting for him to continue after he gave him a small, encouraging nod. Mingi worried his lip between his teeth. 

“I…I want things to go back to before. I want everyone back. I'm so tired." He whispered, his eyes cast at the ground. 

Yeosang rubbed his back, gently kissing his cheek. He felt his heart squeeze. 

He was also to blame for this, he knew inaction and fear spoke just as loud as action and hostility. 

His upbringing taught him better than to be a bystander, and still he let the others and Mingi down. 

"I'm…sorry I haven't done enough to protect you. Is…is there anything I can do? Or…is it too late? It's just us, you can be honest with me." Yeosang felt his own tears well up as he looked at Mingi. The taller man sucked in a breath and looked at him for a long time. 

"I…I have a lot I need to get off my chest…right now, I need someone to talk to. If…if it's alright?" He whispered. Yeosang smiled and kissed his knuckles. 

"I'll turn the fire off and we can take a walk so no one interrupts. Is that alright? We can bring Cheese." He offered. Mingi looked at him and then the dog and nodded once. 

"Thank you, Yeosang. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry, Mingi. Here, I'll grab your coat."

Mingi cast a look at the kitchen before he took a breath and looked down at Cheese, smiling as the dog nudged his thigh. 

“Cheese does not know what happened, but Cheese loves his family and will provide excellent emotional support!” 

Mingi exhaled, laughing wetly before he heard Yeosang approach with his coat, handing it to him with a worried look settled in his brow. 

“Shall we go, Mingi?” He inquired. Mingi nodded, grabbing Cheese’s leash and grabbing Yeosang’s hand within his own shaking one. 

“I’m coming. I’ll lead the way.”

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. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . “I am not getting in trouble for this again.” Seven pairs of eyes glared holes into his skull. “Nope you guys did this to yourselves.” Jongho shook his head, sipping his drink and watching the tv, feet up on the arm rest. The maknae was comfortable, not bothered by them at all. Wooyoungs irritation culminated in a throw pillow being launched at the youngest. “Careful!” Seonghwa snatched it from the air, stopping its clandestined meeting with a deocaritve bonsai. San gripped Wooyoung by the front of his shirt giving him a good growling shake. “Sorry-sorry-” “Okay enough fighting, lets just try and get this cleaned up, and figure out a proper apology before they get home in…” Hongjoongs voice faded away as he looked at the broken cat clock that could no longer tell the time. “An hour and thirteen minutes.” Thankfully Yunho piped up, holding his phones led display up for them all. “So you have fourtyfive minutes to clean up and pick something out at the shopping mall down the road since its 15 minute walk both ways.” Jongho input for them, pushing more popcorn into his mouth. “If they didn’t end up getting off work early like they wanted too.” Once again pandemonium broke out, as people leapt over one another to clean, get jackets on and find out what they could get. Jongho not stirring from his spot on the couch, after all this was the fourth time they’d broken something just this week alone with their shenanigans. He didn’t want to face your murderous rage, not when the one request you’d had when they asked to stay at your apartment and try living together fulltime had been to please cut down on the rough housing and not break things. He lowkey was looking forward to this, maybe he’d finally get some piece and quiet that night when you punished them all. Or even better, get alone time and maybe one on one romance in your room all too himself. That was something he was looking forward too.

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desire ♰ masterlist

after getting lost in the darkness of the forest you call home, you find yourself stumbling across eight strange men and their opulent mansion. but isn't there always more than what meets the eye? what things will you uncover here in their territory of the forest? what will you learn about the world you thought you had figured out? what have you really gotten yourself into?

♰ pairings :: ot8 vampire!ateez x fem!witch!reader (mainly san, mingi, seonghwa, & yunho)

♰ genre :: dark fantasy, smut, strangers to ?? to lovers, fluff, maybe slight angst?, soulmates/fated lovers

♰ content :: polyamory , references to religious themes, witchcraft and magick, mythical beings of all kinds, mentions of other idols, vampires with magical abilities

♰ gen. warnings :: blood, violence, predator/prey dynamics (non sexual & possibly sexual in later chapters), fear, anxiety, sight obsession, stalking, general dark themes, manipulation

♰ note :: each chapter will have their own warnings so please be sure to read them!! this entire fic is mature, MDNI. i am writing this as i go, there is no schedule or plan for the chapters so please be patient. this is also my first time ever writing a series. i have created an entire storyline/world for this fic and may post little info posts so you guys aren't in the dark about the background as some things may not be mentioned or explained in the fic. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i've enjoyed building it!!

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Lethal Protectors - Yandere!Vampires!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Vampire AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 6,410

Warnings: Violence and blood. Implied stalking. Past trauma and mentions of a physical assault which almost need in death. Scars. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Well, I never expected this to become this long, but it's based on a dream I had during a nap I took last night lol. Not much, but I hope you enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated!

The trip back to your hometown was meant to be short. Nothing more than a pitstop, really. Say hello to your family, maybe even some friends, then be on your way again. You never expected it to turn into a full month. A month filled with people constantly telling you to stay away from them.

Who were they, and why did the eight of them always suddenly seem to miraculously appear around you whenever you were out? 

You’d go to the store for some food, and suddenly Yeosang and Seonghwa are bickering in the next aisle over about the prices for cereal, while San and Wooyoung gather produce. Other times, you’d run out to grab coffee in the mornings for yourself and your family, only for Hongjoong and Yunho to appear in line behind you, chatting you up about the weather the town has been having lately. You’ve ran into Mingi and Jongho more times than you can count at different thrift stores, that you’re starting to think they might be stalking you.

The odd thing is, growing up in such a small town, you think you’d remember them. It’s not that they aren’t nice people, or so they seem. You just trust your neighbour, Missus Benson who you’ve known for years over eight complete strangers.

Then, the rumours started. Your old school delinquent who’s always had it in for you wanted to ‘talk’. You know exactly what that’s code for, so you started going out less and less, being cautious to always go out with either your parents, or someone you knew to avoid running into an ‘old friend’.

Only, you weren’t the only one that noticed.

Over the past month, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, you have been growing closer to those eight mysterious men. Yunho and Wooyoung never fail to make you laugh, or crack a smile, even unwillingly. Seonghwa and Jongho are always there with recommendations for natural remedies for sudden aches and pains. Both Hongjoong and Mingi quite enjoy talking to you about music, a topic you never really got to discuss in full with any of your other friends, and both San and Yeosang are great at giving advice, even subtly.

It’s a cold Thursday morning when you coincidentally run into Yunho at the coffee shop. He looks concerned, but as soon as you bring it up, it’s like his expression does a one-eighty.

“Just worried about you, is all.” He smiles politely. “Haven’t seen you around lately.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards as you tense, “Been busy.”

“Is everything okay?” His brow furrows, concern immediately washing over his features.

“Yeah…” Movement outside the coffee shop draws your attention, and you’re quick to head towards the side entrance. “Sorry, Yun, I’ve really got to go. Talk to you later?”

The sound of the front bell jingling is synonymous with the side door slamming shut, the tall male standing there as he blinks in shock. Clearly something isn’t right, and when he turns back around to face front, he thinks he gets his answer.

***

It’s a misty Monday morning when you find yourself beginning to feel too cooped up in the house. Your whole mind is wound, and every little thing seems to set you off - your mother not muting her phone when she watches funny little videos, the sound of your father’s typing on his laptop. Hell, even the sound of the dog’s nails on the floor running back and forth as your sister plays with him is grating on your every nerve. 

Which is why when the mid-afternoon rolls around, you decide that you’ve had enough.

“I’m going for a walk!” You call out, not even waiting for a response as you sling your jacket over your one shoulder, and step outside.

The front door slams shut behind you, finalizing the sudden decision. You’ll take your chances traversing the familiar forest across the street. Ryder doesn’t live in this immediate neighbourhood, anyways, and it’s far too dreary a day for him to be out and about. At least, in your opinion.

Sliding your jacket onto your arms, you’re quick to cross the street. The area seems particularly quiet, but with the grey clouds hanging in the sky, the mist clinging to the air, you understand why.

A small smile tugs at your features as you pause just before the one entrance to the forest. It’s been a while since you went traversing through the woods like you were a kid again, and you can already feel the calming effects of the crisp air cooling your every sense.

Without another thought, you begin.

You walk your old path twice before deciding to sit yourself down at your favourite spot, just beside the small pond in the middle of the woods. A fallen tree provides a natural bench as you stare out across the water, some ducks swimming across the surface. 

You can hear the sounds of natural all around you: leaves rustling as the wind drifts through the trees, bugs humming in the background while animals forage for food. Every now and then, you can hear feet shuffling in the underbrush as a couple or two walk by with their dog, holding hands and smiling at you politely as you turn to say hello.

It’s been a while since you’ve fully submersed yourself like this, and to say you’ve missed it would be a huge understatement. Getting out of the house, especially on a day like today, a day with weather you’ve always been fond of, has done wonders for your mood. Enough so, that you practically forget all about Ryder for the moment. Or, at least, he doesn’t worry you as much as before. Really, what can he do to you now that he didn’t back then?

The sound of approaching footsteps trudging along the path draws your attention. Turning reveals a girl about your age with shoulder length golden locks hanging in loose curls approaching you. The closer she gets, the more you realize how blue her eyes are, and just how familiar she looks.

Her head tilts as she pauses in her steps, a curious call of your name falling from your lips. “Do you remember me?”

You smile, standing back to your feet as you face her. “Of course I do!”

She mirrors your expression as you both hug each other.

“It’s good to see you again, Gabrielle!” You comment, pulling away from her for the moment. “I haven’t seen you since elementary school.”

“You look so different!” She chuckles. “Then again, I imagine so do I.”

You nod, sharing a small laugh with her.

“I know we weren’t really close in school, but would you like to walk with me for a bit and catch up?” She offers, motioning down that all too familiar path that leads to the side roads.

“Sure!” You readily agree, already falling into step beside her.

The two of you talk for about an hour, sharing some details of your lives and what you’re up to now-a-days. Only, you see her brow furrowing slightly in worry as you approach that little pond area you first met once more.

“You mentioned meeting some new faces when you came back for a visit,” she chews on her bottom lip. “Did I hear you right when you said you’ve met Yunho?”

Your own brow furrows slightly, “Yeah. What about him?”

“He and his friends are no good.” She warns you, suddenly grabbing your arms in her hands. “You need to stay away from them.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that?” You shake your head, not quite understanding their concern. “They all seem like nice guys to me.”

“They showed up in town about two years ago, right around the time those animal attacks started happening.” She explains. “So many people have been run out of town, or have left because of them.”

“The guys, or the animal attacks?” You inquire, this being the first time you’ve heard anything about there being any sort of animal attacks nearby.

“It doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head. “They’re dangerous people. Don’t go anywhere near them.”

“No, the person I need to stay away from is Ryder.” You comment, gently removing her hands from your arms. “He still seems to hold a grudge towards me since high school.”

“He followed you to high school?” She blinks, almost dumbfounded, at you.

Quickly, you shift your head from side to side, as if checking if the coast is clear. You’ve had this sneaking suspicion that you’re being watched ever since you entered the forest, but it’s only just recently gotten stronger. Once you determine that no one is around, you motion her closer.

“Gabi, he almost killed me.” Your voice is no more than a whisper as a harsh wind blows passed. Gently, you grip the edge of your shirt, shifting slightly to raise it to about the bottom of your ribs.

Her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips as her hands come up to cover her mouth.

“Final year, he cornered me in the locker room.” You let the material of your shirt fall back down to cover the jagged scar on your body, spanning from below your ribs on your right side, all the way across your stomach, and almost to your left hip. “Didn’t even use a blade, but a broken piece of glass from the window he smashed to get in.”

“That’s horrible!” Her whole body trembles. “I’m so sorry that happened!”

“Because it happened before his eighteenth birthday, they couldn’t try him as an adult yet. He got two months in juvie and a slap on the wrist. I got twenty-four stitches, and six months in recovery.” You avert your gaze. “I’m assuming he’s looking for me to finish what he started.”

“But why?” She meets your gaze, tears lining her vision.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, straightening out the front of your jacket. “I never asked, nor did I want to.”

“You should get home, then!” She replies frantically, checking her watch. “Ryder and his gang enjoy hanging out at that entrance over there with their bikes in the evenings. It’s almost around the time he gets here.”

Frantically, she starts tugging your hand to lead you in the opposite direction.

Faintly, you begin to hear the sound of motorcycles revving in the distance.

“Hurry!” She tugs you along, sparing a glance behind you only for her eyes to widen. “Shit. I can just make out some of their bikes at the edge of the path. Sometimes they like to joyride through here cause it’s wide and flat enough. Let me see if I can go distract them for a bit. I’ll meet you at the front entrance in five!”

Without waiting for a response, she pushes you behind her and down the path. You can only watch as she scurries off towards the sound of revving bikes and obnoxious laughter.

Reluctantly, you part ways, looking back over your shoulder every now and then to see if you can still catch a glimpse of Gabrielle. Only, the further you get, the harder it is to tell if she’s alright. She took a big risk doing this for you, especially since you don’t really know her all that well anymore, and you both were never really close to begin with. Still, you will not forget her kindness that easily.

At least Ryder shouldn’t hurt her. From what you recall, he was always trying to impress her in elementary school.

Just as you breach the forest entrance she told you to wait by, your eyes widen. What if she did this to set you up?

No. Her shocked reaction was too genuine to fake. Besides, she was never like that before, and you do not think she’s like that now. Either way, she should be back with you in a minute.

Five more minutes pass by, and you’ve still yet to see any sight, nor hear any sound of Gabrielle. Your worry skyrockets with each passing second, and you know you’re not that far from the side road if you decided to cut through the bush. Something must have happened.

At the shriek of fear you hear faintly in the distance, you know something’s wrong. Even that creeping sense of being watched has left you about twelve minutes ago, and you don’t know what’s going on. Either way, you’re not going to leave Gabi to the same fate you suffered under at the hands of this man. If he wants you, then that’s exactly who he’s going to get.

It takes you less than two minutes to reach the entrance at the side of the road, creeping along the trees to avoid being seen for as long as you can. You turn your head left to see nothing, only to turn right and see about six males sitting around on motorcycles, Gabrielle being held in their midst. She struggles to free herself, a switchblade being pressed to her throat by Ryder who wears a smug grin as he whispers lowly into her ear.

“Ryder.” Your stern voice draws all of their attention as you step out of the woods. “Let her go.”

“Ah, there you are.” He hums, fingers tightening on the back of Gabrielle’s neck. “Took you long enough to show up. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” You keep your voice calm, hands raised defensively in front of you as you keep a fair amount of distance between you and the six men. “You wanted me, not her.”

“I suppose you took the bait easily enough.” He chuckles, shoving Gabi to the ground.

Tears stream freely down Gabi’s cheeks as she scrambles away. All the other males offer her is condescending chuckles, tripping her as she attempts to escape.

Gabrielle runs over to you, a small scrape cut into the skin of her left eyebrow. Her hands once more find purchase on your arms, soft apologies falling from her lips.

“It’s okay.” You assure her. “Get home safely, I’ll be fine.”

She squeezes your arms, rushing back off into the suddenly silent woods and out of sight.

“So, you’ve finally returned after years of staying away, huh?” Ryder scoffs, standing from his motorcycle and slowly stalking towards you like a predator would its prey. “What made you stay? I thought you swore to never spend more than one evening in this town if you could.”

“Oh, you know,” you reply casually, backing up all the while. “Lease was about to renew, landlord raised the rent, apartment flooded. The usual.”

“Convenient,” he grins, and the sight only serves to unnerve you. “Had nowhere else to go expect dear old mom and dad.”

“You should know.” You reply bluntly.

Everyone you’ve talked to has explained how much of a deadbeat Ryder is. He’s always trashing the town and causing mischief, but he never gets penalized for it. Bastard’s dad is a cop, no wonder he only really got off with a slap on the wrist when he hurt you all those years ago.

“How’s that scar?” He tilts his head mockingly. “Did wonders to improve your ugly features. Too bad it didn’t kill you.” He pauses ten feet from you, that switch blade getting flipped menacingly in his hand. “Want some more?”

You run; without wasting another precious moment, you turn and flee.

The sound of revving engines reach your ears as you stick to the edge of the road. You’ll have better chances of a car coming by than with people walking through the woods this late in the evening. So, you take your chances on a flat path, sprinting along the wet pavement as the mist continues to hang in the air.

Only, you don’t get very far, for two of his lackeys nearly run you off of the road when they swerve in front of you. The others are quick to surround you, but you don’t even have much time to think before you feel yourself get harshly tackled to the ground.

Blow after blow is given to you, blood seeping out of cuts all along your body. Ryder lets each of his men take turns beating you, saving the knife until the very end when you can no longer feel your right arm, or the left side of your face.

Slowly, meticulously, he reopens that cut he gave you all those years ago. He’s not gentle, either, and all you can think of is that this is just like the first time, only worse. This time, there are witnesses who choose not to help you, screams and pleas of mercy falling on deaf ears.

“There,” he stands back to his feet, spitting on you all the while. “Maybe if you’re lucky, someone on their morning commute will find you.” He kicks you one more time for good measure as your vision begins to fade. “If you’re that lucky, this time.”

Nothing but the sound of their maniacal laughter echoes through your mind as they rev their engines once more. The last thing you see before your world goes black is the faint glow of taillights driving off into the distance.

***

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you do recognize a few things.

One: you’re terribly cold. You can barely feel your body, and consciousness is a battle to maintain as your whole being aches with a pain unlike anything ever before.

Two: you are no longer alone.

Someone seems to be calling your name frantically, your body being held within that person’s embrace. Their caress is tender, cautious not to aggravate your wounds any further than they already are.

Groggily, your eyes blink open, whole body tensing as you hear three unnatural roars sound from just off to your right.

“Tell them to calm down!” The voice holding onto you snaps at someone to their left. “They’re scaring her.”

Finally, your gaze refocusses, and you can just make out the features of the man holding you. Your lips part, his name but a muted whisper as you attempt to speak.

“Shhh,” Yunho coos, brushing a hand tenderly over the top of your head. “We’re here now. It’ll all be okay.”

Faintly, you register the sound of someone pacing just by your head.

“This is all my fault,” a deep voice sounds from above you. It must be whoever was pacing, for they seem to have stopped for the moment. “If I didn’t leave her alone to come get all of you, this never would have happened.”

“You did what any one of us would have, Yeosang.” Another voice replies, a slight sigh on his lips. “If we all hadn’t of gotten here when we did, it would be much worse.”

“Here,” Seonghwa comes to kneel beside you, his arm shaking as he brings his wrist to your lips, “Drink this.”

You try to protest, to resist the red liquid which pours soothingly down your throat, but you cannot. You are far too weak at the moment to do anything other than obey, and besides, you’ll probably die soon. So, what’s the difference if you comply with the wishes of a strange request?

Only, the moment the warmth touches your tongue, you begin to feel strength returning to you. Your breathing is evening out with every breath you take, your wounds slowly seeming to close. The pain is starting to dissipate, and you find you are regaining feeling in all parts of your body.

Your vision clears further, and you can see Hongjoong standing off to the side, both him and Wooyoung looking absolutely livid as the sound of snapping branches reaches your ears. Shifting your gaze, you see both Mingi and San rush out of the woods far too quickly for any human to do, dried blood coating their hands as dirt covers their arms.

Finally, the eldest pulls his wrist away, wiping at the small stain of red that coats your lips with his thumb. Silently, as he does so, the six others standing around you converge.

Yunho’s whole body shakes. You can feel it trembling against you as he pulls you into his chest. His grip is desperate, clinging to you for dear life as if you may disappear again at a moment’s notice.

“Who did this to you?” His voice is calm; deadly. Like the approach of an oncoming storm.

You look down, noticing the torn material of your shirt. Your hands shake as you watch that scar you’ve had for the majority of your life finish healing, the line you’ve become so accustomed to fading into nothing.

Blood still covers the majority of your body, yet all you can do is stare at your hands for the moment. Slowly, you raise them, touching the tips of your fingers to your thumbs, and counting to twenty in your mind. You blink a few times, still debating on if this is really happening or not.

You tilt your head, almost inquisitively, “How…”

“She’s in shock.” Jongho comments.

“Of fucking course she is!” San replies, clearly exasperated as he nearly tears his hair out of his skull. “We only found her bleeding out and on the verge of death at the side of the road!”

You flinch at his tone, and they all take a step towards you.

“Watch it, San.” Mingi warns.

“Like you are fairing any better.” Wooyoung snaps, arms crossed over his chest. “Tearing out the whole forest isn’t going to catch the bastard that did this to our ma-“

“Who did this to you?” Hongjoong’s inquiry is a tad softer than Yunho’s as he crouches beside you. His blond hair is pushed up and away from his face, hiding nothing of his expression of concern as he reaches for your hands. Still, he cannot hide the tremble in his own.

Your lips part, voice catching in your throat. Desperately, you attempt to find the words to say, but none seem to want to come out.

A blink, and Yeosang comes to crouch beside Hongjoong, drawing your attention to him for the moment.

“Was it Ryder?” He keeps his inquiry low, tone even as he meets your gaze.

After a moment of hesitation, you nod. Slowly.

The males all tense around you, but none so much as the one holding you.

“He was the one-“ Yunho swallows thickly. “The one that made you flee the coffee shop that day.”

Again, you nod.

“He gave you that scar you showed Gabrielle today.” Yeosang continues, and in the back of your mind, you wonder how he knew that. Though, from the way your injuries have miraculously healed, the rumours you’ve heard, and those roars that shook the area not even ten minutes ago, you’re starting to piece two and two together. “He did this to you."

The way you swallow, quite thickly at that, is answer enough.

“I’ll fucking kill him for touching you.” Wooyoung seethes, his eyes flashing beneath the dull light of the moon now peeking through the clouds.

“Bastard is lucky to still be fucking breathing right now,” San’s chest heaves with every breath, hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides.

Hongjoong stands back to his feet, turning his back to you as he methodically cracks his neck from side to side.

Gently, Yunho hands you off to Seonghwa, who is more than happy to cradle you in his hold.

“Jongho, Seonghwa, Yeosang, take her home.” Hongjoong rolls his shoulders, only to spare a glance back at you in the next moment. He smiles reassuringly before turning to face front, the others coming to stand beside him in a line. “The rest of us are going hunting.”

A blink, and the five other males have disappeared from sight.

Words of protest begin to form at your lips as you feel yourself being picked up quite easily by the eldest from the ground. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the events that have taken place before your very eyes, but the longer you think about it, the more your head begins to hurt.

“Shh,” Seonghwa coos into your ear, turning back towards the forest and beginning to walk down the path with the other two males in tow. “Just sleep.”

You want to fight it, but at the sudden fatigue that clouds your mind, you have no choice but to fall unconscious for the second time this evening.

***

This time, when you wake, the sound of a crackling fire greets your ears. You can feel yourself being held in someone’s embrace, a soothing hand being brushed over your back as you curl into what you assume is their chest. The odd part is, even though you remember everything, you feel safe, and you certainly feel warm.

A small groan escapes you, your hands coming up to rub at your eyes. You manage to push yourself the slightest bit away from whoever seems to be resting with you on the couch, feeling their chest shake with a chuckle as you nearly fall backwards onto the floor.

“Feeling better?” It’s Yeosang.

You blink, quite a few times at him laying in front of you, just casually holding you steady so you don’t go tumbling from the couch. 

“Uh, yeah.” You clear your throat. “Thanks.”

Slowly, with his help, you sit up. He helps you wrap the blanket you had been using around your shoulders, and that’s when you notice both Jongho and Seonghwa sit in the same room as you. Each male occupies a separate armchair, gazes locked on your form as they observe your every move with nothing but worry in their eyes.

“Are you okay?” Jongho leans forward the slightest bit, fingers desperately clutching at the sides of his chair as he looks to you.

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself as you nod. 

You stare at the floor, keeping your voice low. “How did you find me?”

The three males share a look between one another.

“We-“ Seonghwa swallows thickly, averting his gaze to the side. “We could smell your blood.”

Before another word can be said from any of you, the sound of a door opening reaches your ears. Glancing up reveals five more men flooding into the room, red coving nearly every free inch of their skin.

Your eyes nearly bug right out of your head, especially when Wooyoung comes to kneel right in front of you, reaching for you with nothing but concern on his features. Only, you cannot help but to push yourself away from him, and as far back into the couch as you can go. 

His expression droops.

“Wooyoung.” Hongjoong hisses.

“Please don’t be scared of us,” he keeps his voice low, nonthreatening. “We would never hurt you.”

“Give her some space,” Yunho drags the male back by the collar of his shirt. “She nearly died tonight, the last thing she needs to be is crowded.”

Each male does not fail to miss the way you flinch at Yunho’s words.

“I understand why people told me to stay away from all of you, now.” You keep your voice low, clearing the roughness of your dry throat as you speak.

You notice the way they all tense, expressions falling, even if only the slightest bit.

“Are you scared of us?” Hongjoong’s tone is soft, nothing but a gentle inquiry as he meets your gaze.

“Should I be?” You quirk a brow. “Because I’m pretty sure if you were half as bad as people said you were, you would have left me for dead at the side of the road.”

This time, it’s their turn to flinch at the reminder of the state they found your body in.

“Right now, I need honesty.” You spare a glance around at all of them as you curl in tighter to yourself. “Can you afford me that?”

“Always.” Mingi breathes, taking a step towards you as if he wants to comfort you.

You take a deep breath in, “You all aren’t human.”

A statement which they pick up on.

“That is correct.” Yunho nods, swallowing somewhat thickly.

“You’re responsible for those animal attacks starting around two years ago that Gabi told me about.” Again, another statement.

“Yes and no,” San grimaces. “There were a few other covens that tried to follow us here. We ran them off.”

You can feel your heart pounding inside of your chest as you continue to stare at the floor. The fire crackles to the side.

“You’re vampires.”

A stillness passes over the room.

“We are.” Yeosang confirms, and he notices how you don’t necessarily retreat any further away from him on the couch this time.

You look up, sparing a glance around the room and fully taking in the bloody appearances of the five males who entered not that long ago. Your hands tighten on that blanket around your form. 

“You killed them, didn’t you?” The words are no more than a whisper on your lips, but they all still manages to hear.

“Of course we did.” Wooyoung states, rather firmly.

You meet his gaze. “Why?”

The eight males nearly blink in surprise.

“They hurt you.” Mingi replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He hurt you.”

“Why go through all of these lengths to help me?” You spare another glance around the room at all of them.

They all seem to blink in mild surprise.

“Because you are important to us.” Hongjoong shifts to crouch in front of you, gently reaching over to clasp your hand in his own.

“You met me a little over three weeks ago.” You deadpan.

“We’ve been searching for you for much longer than that.” Seonghwa breathes out, shifting so that he’s sitting on the edge of his seat.

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean by that?”

“How much do you know about our kind?” San asks, sitting across from you on the opposite couch.

Your eyes narrow slightly at him, figuring this to be some sort of test. “I’ll admit, I’m rather ignorant when it comes to your ways. I don’t think Twilight or Dracula are good history books.”

Mingi and Wooyoung snort, “You’ve got that right.”

“Basics are the same,” Yunho says, beginning to list off, “We need blood, or blood substitutes to survive. Strength, speed, abilities, all the same.”

“Sunlight, garlic, and crosses are all null though.” Wooyoung shrugs, plopping on the couch right beside San.

“Though, there always seem to be one aspect never mentioned for our kind.” Yeosang mumbles, somewhat disappointedly.

“No, the wolves seem to get that aspect more than we do.” Seonghwa rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.

“Aspect?” You spare a look around the room before your eyes settle in on the soft brown ones of the male kneeling before you.

“There are many different words for it,” Hongjoong begins. “Fated, life partners, lost souls,” his eyes flash as he watches you carefully, “mates.”

Your head tilts forward in disbelief, “You expect me to believe vampires have soulmates?”

“Believe it or not, we do.” Yunho’s voice is but a mere exhale on his lips as he looks to you, a certain type of fondness suddenly shining there that you’ve never seen before.

Your head begins reeling.

“None of our kind really know how it works,” San looks down at his hands, beginning to pick at some of the dried blood lingering there. 

“It can happen at any stage in our lives, but there comes a point where we begin to feel drawn to a place.” Seonghwa explains.

“Sometimes it’s a hometown, other times it’s where they currently live.” Mingi adds.

“We all felt that pull,” Hongjoong breathes. “To here.” He meets your gaze. “To you.”

“We spent a full year in this area before we realized you were no longer living in town.” Wooyoung’s gaze drops to his lap, a sort of defeated longing taking over his features.

You notice how none of them meet your gaze now, and realization settles in your bones. 

You inhale sharply. “You tracked me.”

“When you’ve lived as long as we have, you begin to think these stories of so called ‘fated’ are simply legend.” Hongjoong admits. “So, when we finally felt that pull, we wanted to do anything to keep it.” He squeezes your hand gently. “To find you.”

A sort of ease lifts some of the tension from the room as it settles over the eight of them

“And we did.” Mingi smiles softly at you, blinking back the tears that suddenly spring to his eyes.

“Getting to know you was the next step,” Wooyoung says, a sort of eager gleam shining in his eyes now.

“Of course, we don’t know everything.” Yunho shoots him a pointed look.

“Once we knew you’d be coming for a visit back home, it made things a little easier,” Jongho admits, his fingers beginning to dance along the armrests of his chair.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “That’s sweet and all, but you only talked to me because fate told you to?”

“No!” Seonghwa is quick to protest, extending his arms in front of himself as panic crosses all of their features.

“We wanted to get to know you first, before truly deciding on anything.” Yeosang says, noticing how you turn your gaze to meet his own as he speaks. He smiles shyly, averting his eyes in the next moment.

Of course, they’re not going to tell you the lengths they went to just to get you to stay at your hometown for longer than you had planned. It’s not like they planned to let you leave them. Not when they’ve finally found you. Not when you’re finally theirs.

“And do I get a choice in this?” You quirk a brow.

The males all share a look.

“Of course you do!” Hongjoong assures you. “We would never force you to be with us.”

However, sabotaging any other partners you may desire is not completely off of the table. They’ll all make sure to appear as the best options for you. Them, and only them.

You nod in understanding. Beginning to push yourself off of the couch. Luckily, Hongjoong seems to pick up on your movements, helping you up and onto your feet in the next moment.

“This is a lot to think about.” You reply, rather bluntly. “A lot has happened, and I really just want to go to sleep.”

Seonghwa stands. “I’ll show you to your room.”

Again, your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

“No.” You shake your head. “I am going home, and then we can discuss this later. Preferably when over half of you are not covered in blood from ripping someone apart.”

“Oh, believe me, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung grins, though it serves to unnerve your more than anything, “We did more than that to that bastard.”

Your whole body tenses, and you watch as San reaches over to smack Wooyoung upside the head.

“Ow,” he rubs at the tender spot, “What the hell was that for?”

At the jerk of San’s chin in your direction, Wooyoung takes in your tense state.

You blink, clearing your thoughts. “One of you, take me home.”

Turning towards the door you’re positive the five had entered from earlier, you begin to make your way out of the room. All eight of them are quick to follow, Seonghwa offering to drive you back to your place for the evening. Both Yunho and Hongjoong offered, but seeing as they’re both still bathed in blood, you opted to decline.

The whole drive back to your parent’s house is silent, Seonghwa attempting some small talk with you only for you to shut him down every time. You’ve been through a lot this evening, and there’s been a lot of information for you to process, so of course the eldest isn’t phased in the slightest. Ever the gentleman, he still bids you a goodnight, and waits until you get inside your house, and have turned on your bedroom light before driving off into the night.

That evening, as you lay in bed, all you can do is toss and turn. Your mind swims with everything you’ve learned, yet you find yourself more relaxed than anything. It’s as if this is always what was meant to be.

With that thought, you turn onto your side, clutching your pillow firmly to your chest. Not even ten minutes later, you succumb to sleep, breathing evening out as your curtains sway in the breeze.

Silently, eight presences enter your room, completely undetected beneath the light of the moon.

“That went better than planned,” Wooyoung comments, a giddy grin tugging at his lips.

“She seems to be taking things well,” Seonghwa nods his agreement.

“It helps that she already knows us.” Jongho hums, shifting in closer to your bed until he’s right beside your nightstand.

“We still don’t know if she’ll fully accept us.” Yunho reaches out for you, only to stop himself when he feels Yeosang’s hand on his wrist.

“Let’s not push our luck tonight, yeah?” He shoots a sharp look at the taller male.

“Either way, we’ll never let her out of our sights again.” There’s a low growl on San’s lips as he says this, filling the space with a promise which is echoed by each one of his brothers standing around you in that room.

“Nothing will ever bring her harm,” Mingi kneels behind the opposite side of your bed, hand gently resting on the edge so as not to alert you of his presence. The whole time, his eyes remain locked on your figure, dead heart racing with nothing but love as he gazes at you fondly. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“That we will.” Hongjoong hums, coming to kneel as close to your sleeping figure as he can. 

Softly, he trails his gaze over your body, noticing how you seem to shiver beneath the gentle breeze that flits through your room. He pulls your covers over your arms, risking a tender caress against your cheek once he’s done. 

“We’ll watch over you, Our Precious Fated,” He whispers lowly, hearing soft growls of agreement echo once more around the room from all of them. “You never have to worry about anything again. We promise: we'll always bring you home.”

[cybrsan]

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“The time has come to announce this year’s recipient of the Nightingale Commendation. As you all know, this award is not given lightly. The novitiate who is bestowed the honor will have earned it through their hard work, unwavering courage, and dedication to the cause.” Sweat prickles at Seonghwa’s hairline, a lone drop dripping down the side of his face and disappearing underneath the neckline of his shirt. This is it. “Over the past year, I have seen great growth in all 46 of you; the Vanguard class of 1020 has been one of the most promising in our history. And while many of you have exhibited extraordinary promise, there is one novitiate who has consistently exceeded all expectations.”

Note: This is a part of something from the collab fic Orion and I have posted teasers for 👀 Coming soon!

No-pressure tags: @nebulousbrainsoup @pocketjoong @kwanisms @seonghwaddict @hee0soo @hwaightme @yourlocaljonghoe

[harmonie-writes]

The Buccaneer Queen pt. 15

Pirate! ATEEZ x pirate!fem Reader

Genre: fantasy pirate AU, future romance

Warnings: angst, language, violence, death, gore, mentions of guns, and cannons. The characters in this story are purely fictitious and do not portray actual people. I only own you.

AN: italics are thoughts

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Women are considered bad luck upon the vessels that sail the Seven Seas. Before you became the captain of The Astraea, a witch of sorts cursed you and the crew leaving a physical mark upon your chest just above where your heart would lie. Anyone that sees the Black Standard flying on the black and gold ship knows that they have stumbled upon the Armada of the Damned which is piloted by the Buccaneer Queen.

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Previously on The Buccaneer Queen:

Panting, Jamie pointed at the dark ship, "Is that it?"

"Aye, there she is," Mingi confirms, untying the ship from its mooring.

"Time to set sail," Yeosang calls over his shoulder as he boards the Treasure. He can't help the nostalgia that washes over him as he takes in the ship, but he pushes it down as he runs to the captain's quarters to drop off the bag.

When he makes it back to the deck, he sees that Mingi and Jamie have raised the anchor and are working on unfurling the sails. Determined, he makes his way to the helm.

"Don't worry, we're on our way," the blonde murmurs to himself as he navigates the ship out of the pier.

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Sweat coats Yeosang's brow as he begins the tedious process of getting the large ship out to open water.

Although it's not long before they hear shouts coming from the docks and rapid approaching footsteps that his nerves are set alight. Three men. That's a load of rubbish, they'd need to send an army to stop them from getting away with the ship.

"Mingi! We have guests!" He shouts, catching the attention of the gunner.

"On it!" The tall pirate calls back, unholstering his flintlock as he leans over the edge of the ship railing.

"Sorry to cut this short, gentlemen, but we have places to be!" He shouts, taking aim and firing his pistol. A choked gasp leaves one of the guards, and Mingi is quick to load and fire another round at the second guard.

While loading his third round, the guard took aim with his rifle and fired a shot at the blue haired pirate. A resounding dut of the rifle echoed over the water as it left the barrel.

Hissing, Mingi dropped his flintlock that was held in his right hand in favor of clasping his left over the wound.

Hearing the shot, Jamie was quick to join Mingi's side. Brandishing his own pistol, he fired without a second thought watching as the last body crumpled into the inky water below the dock.

"Mingi, are you okay?" Jamie asked, quickly putting his weapon away and hovering near the taller pirate.

Biting his lip, peeled his bloody fingers away to access the damage. He took note of the way his white, billowy shirt was now torn and turning a crimson red. Tearing a larger hole in the sleeve he breathed a sigh of relief. The bullet had only grazed his arm, but it still burns like something unholy.

"Shit, this fucking hurts," Mingi mutters, before looking at the blonde kid, "I'll be fine. Just need to clean my arm and tie it up."

Nodding, Jamie starts to turn around to head to the sick bay as if he was on the Astraea before stopping in his tracks. Sheepishly he turns around scratching the back of his head, "Where's the sick bay on this ship?"

"I'll show you," Mingi tells him, before shouting up to Yeosang, "We'll be back! Heading to the sick bay!" They can hear Yeosang's 'aye' before they both head below deck.

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Hongjoong’s eyes bore into the back of your head as you watch the Diamond get closer to boarding range.

What could you possibly be thinking right now? Hongjoong thinks, making his way to the railing you're at.

"How long have you considered abandoning ship?"

You don't answer right away, eyes seemingly locked on one figure on the other ship.

Gently, Hongjoong reaches for your hand, pulling you away from your thoughts.

"Hmm, truthfully? Probably since the beginning. It hurts to think about abandoning the place I've called home, but there's larger matters at hand than this ship," you tell him, finally turning to look him in the eyes.

"And you believe that you can find whatever it is through us? Through the Treasure?" Hongjoong asks, confusion and irritation bubbling a little below the surface of his skin.

You avert your gaze back to the other ship before slowly making your way down the stairs, calling over your shoulder, "Something along those lines, Mr. Kim."

His brows furrow. How do you know that name?

Grabbing the rigging in one hand, you lean over the railing shouting above the sound of the cannons, "I believe you have something that belongs to me, Choi!"

Seungcheol frowns, stepping closer to the railing of his own ship. "I owe you nothing!"

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Both ships' crew members hold their fire as they listen to the conversation between the two captains.

If they didn't know any better it would be a lovers quarrel, but there's definitely more than what's being told from either party. Leaving crew members in the dark at the vagueness of the situation.

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Sprinting to the top deck, Yunho’s eyes look around widely for either you or Hongjoong. Seeing you first he runs in your direction, dodging crates that are sliding on the top deck.

"Ma'am!" He pants, hands grasping the railing in front of him as he gains your attention.

Yunho is caught off guard by how quickly you whirl to face him, the fiery look in your eyes alarming him. Swallowing his nerves he tells you, "the ship, it's filling with water. We have nothing to plug the new holes in!"

He can see the way something shifts in your gaze, the anger that was in them flickered before steeling again.

"Ready the last lifeboat. Grab anything of importance, and sail out to meet the Treasure."

Yunho's eyes widened in alarm. You had sent a group to retrieve the Treasure? Whirling around to face Port Royal, he sees a familiar ship approaching quickly. They did it!

You give him a quick shove to get him moving. "Hurry!"

Stumbling slightly he manages to right himself before running back below deck.

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Yunho catches himself at the bottom of the stairs as he makes his way to the sick bay of the ship. He needs to gather the supplies, the medicine, the medicine Jamie freaked out over when you fell ill. Bursting through the door he stops short, surprised to see Seonghwa already in there with a burlap sack.

The majority of the shelves are already empty of their usual contents. And he sees the herb that Jamie bought grasped in Seonghwa's hand. It's almost as if he hesitates for a fraction of a second before he decides to put it in the bag.

Finally looking up, Seonghwa sees the brunette standing in the doorway. "Don't just stand there! Go grab the bandages!"

Snapping out of it, he nods. Quick to grab the rolls out of the chest beneath the table.

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After loading what they could, both men scramble up the stairs to the top deck. They see the crew hurrying to load up the lifeboat, each person trying to squeeze in. The only person who hadn't joined them at the port side is you, and Hongjoong who stands in the middle of the deck seemingly waiting for you to join them.

Hurrying over to Hongjoong, Seonghwa asks, "What is she doing? Doesn't she know the ship is filling?"

"She knows," Yunho tells him, shrugging the bag further up his shoulder.

"Then she should be over here, helping to get off this damned piece of wood," Seonghwa grits out.

"Just go put the stuff in the boat," Hongjoong pushes them in the direction of the boat, and turns to you. Maybe he can pull you out of whatever stupor you seem to be in.

Turning on his heel he begins to make his way over to you. Stepping up to your side he can see your hands tightly wrapped on the railing. Gently he covers your hand and slowly uncurls your fingers from the death grip on wood. It seems to pull your gaze away from the other captain, your sole focus on the ashy haired man in front of you.

"C'mon, it's time to go."

Maybe it's a trick of the light, maybe even a lantern flare, but you see a glint out of the corner of light from the opposing ship and without a second thought push Hongjoong down to the deck. The echo of a flintlock being fired echoes loudly and there's a searing pain in your shoulder.

Hongjoong stares in shock as you fall to your knees in front of him, holding your shoulder. In the same instance, another cannonball hits the side of the ship tilting it precariously. Both you and Hongjoong slide across the deck. Hongjoong manages to brace himself against the side rails, but you slide through the hole in the rails where the gangplank would be.

Leaning over the side, Hongjoong can only watch as your body crashes below the surface of the waves. The only thing resurfacing is your feathered hat.

"Son of a bitch!" Hongjoong cries, fist banging against the railing. The one person who potentially had answers for him is gone. Shakily standing to his feet, he doesn't have much time to dwell on the fact that you disappeared. The calls of Seonghwa and the rest are beckoning him to hurry to them so they can get off this death trap. Time is running thin and before they know it, they'll all be in a watery grave.

Pulling Hongjoong into the boat by his sleeve Wooyoung asks, "Where's YN?"

Hongjoong averts his eyes before looking to meet his boatswain. "She fell overboard after getting shot."

The silence is deafening as San and another pirate lower the boat into the ocean.

"So, she's just gone? Just like that?" Jongho asks, eyes scanning the water for any sign of you.

Hongjoong can only nod, not really sure how to answer. The only thing he saw was you getting shot instead of him, and then you falling overboard. He didn't have a definite answer, or at least not one anyone would like to hear.

"Let's, let's just get to the Treasure," Seonghwa murmurs, dipping his oar into the water.

The boat ride is silent other than the sound of water lapping against the edge of the lifeboat, and the oars pushing them along.

Hongjoong watches out the back for anything, maybe a sign that you're out there, but all he sees is the burning of the Astraea as it sinks lower into the ocean.

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As the two pirates return from below deck, they pause. Out on the open water is a ship set aflame and sinking below the surface.

Jamie runs to the bow, hands gripping the railing. He can hear Mingi call after him, but it falls on deaf ears as he watches his home descend further into the ocean. Tears prick at his eyes and he bites his lip from letting out the sob that causes his chest to ache.

Running up to the young boy, Mingi points, "Look, the boat is almost here. Let's get ready to haul them up."

Rubbing his cheeks, Jamie nods and follows behind the older man to the backside of the captain's quarters.

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"Are you ready up there?" A voice calls from below.

"Aye, we're ready!" Mingi hollers.

Two ropes are thrown up and both men deftly catch them, and begin hauling up the men in the boat. As soon as they are close enough, some of them begin to crawl over the railing to ease the burden.

Seeing as Hongjoong is the last to step out, Jamie feels panic seep into his bones, "Where's Mother?"

There's a long pause between the men that were aboard the Astraea. No one wants to be the one to break the bad news to him.

Swallowing thickly, Hongjoong grabs Jamie's elbow and tries to bring him to his quarters.

Panic swells and turns into aggression as Jamie rips his elbow from Hongjoong's grip, almost like a defiant child. "No, whatever it is can be said here!"

He can see the way the captain's shoulders sag in defeat before meeting his gaze.

"She fell overboard after a cannonball hit the edge of the ship," Hongjoong tells him, trying to contain his own emotion. You saved him.

At his words Jamie can feel himself collapsing. Arms curling around his knees as he lets out the most pained scream any of them had heard. The dam had finally broken on the boy, as he cries. The eerie silence is replaced by the cries of a young boy, who had to grow up too fast and lost the last person who was like family to him.

Yunho gently pulls the boy apart from himself, and carries him like a mother would a child, down the steps to the sick bay.

The group watches as the gentle giant comforts the boy as the cries turn to whimpers.

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Seungcheol couldn't help the jealousy that swirled in his gut. Seeing you with him. No one was supposed to be there for you. It should've only been him to comfort you. But he was the bastard that blew it.

After watching your body go beneath the waves he turned away, ordering his men to cease fire and begin heading back to port. Nothing more can be done now.

He could feel the guilt eating at him, but he pushed it down. Running away from the issues he created once again.

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The wind was knocked from your lungs a second time as your back collided with the hard surface of the water. Stinging pain runs along your skin as you sink further. Bubbles slip past your lips as you try to focus your watery gaze on the surface. Broken fragments of light reflect through the water, and pieces of wood and fabric sink with you.

This isn't such a bad way to go, you think. Eyes feeling heavy and your chest feeling tight, like someone was sitting on you.

You feel like you should be panicking. For God's sake, you're drowning, you should be feeling something! Except you don't.

Opening your eyes you can make out the mast of a ship toppling over, crashing through the space you were looking at.

Closing your eyes the final time you feel the last of the air slip past your lips. Maybe now you'll finally be set free.

Suspended in the water with bits and pieces of your ship, you feel it. The ache that pulses through your body. The one that starts from the back of your neck and spreads out to your extremities. You feel out of body as your body panics, but you mentally don't feel it.

Righting yourself, you kick your back legs as you begin swimming for the surface. Careful to dodge any pieces of the ship that are still sinking.

Breaking the surface of the water, you grab a plank of wood. The small bits of energy you had ebbing fast. I knew it couldn't be that easy.

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Every crew member is sitting near the railings with a lantern, hoping that by some miracle that they'd be able to find you among the wreck.

Jongho's eyes pick apart every piece of wood that still remains on the surface, and finally he thinks he sees something. Hope flaring in his chest as the ship sails closer.

And luck has it, it's you, passed out on some splintered wood.

Pointing he shouts, "Man overboard!"

The pounding of feet can be heard as everyone gathers at his shoulders to see where he's pointing, and sure enough, there you are.

It's San and Wooyoung who are running to the lifeboat at the back of the ship. Using the light coming from the lanterns they are easily able to make it to you, pushing the debris out of the way with their oars.

"Easy does it," Wooyoung mutters, as both he and San lift you out of the water and into the boat.

San begins looking for a pulse and when he finds one he sits back with a sigh, "It's faint, but it's there."

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"They have her!" Mingi shouts up to Hongjoong, who hasn't moved from his spot at the helm.

He might not acknowledge it, but his chest lightens knowing that you're safe.

He watches the commotion as his men hurry to bring you on board.

Even Seonghwa can't stop the medic in him from rushing you down to the sick bay. He holds you tightly to his chest with his arms under your legs and head. It doesn't matter that your clothes are soaking his. Whatever he thought about you before doesn't matter.

Laying you on the table next to the bed in the sick bay, he tears open your shirt, save for the band that binds your chest. He scans you for the bullet wound but grimaces at all the scars that adorn your body. Shoving down any of those thoughts he notices a raised bump on your right shoulder near your collarbone. Poking it with his finger he can feel where the bullet lays, the unfortunate thing is that your skin has already formed and closed over it.

Sucking in a breath he pulls out his knife, Seonghwa hated doing this to anyone, but it had to be done. Bringing the blade of his knife to your skin he presses down, cutting away the new skin. Blood bubbles up around the knife as the skin pulls away from it. Finally having an opening large enough, he digs his fingers into the wound trying to retrieve the round bullet. He can hear you groan in pain as he continues to push apart the muscles in your shoulder. After a few more long seconds, Seonghwa's finger touched metal. Gingerly, he pulls it out. As soon as he has it out, he eyes the way his hand and the round piece of lead are stained red with your blood.

Opening the drawer on the table he begins to look for thread and a needle, but stops. Turning to look at you he watches the way your skin begins to sew itself back together.

"Neat trick," Seonghwa murmurs, opting for a rag and clean water. At least he can clean the healed wound at your shoulder.

Arms dangling off his knees he lets his head hang, just sitting on a barrel beside the table you lay on, lost in thought.

It's whe. It's when he feels a hand brush his hair back from his forehead that he sits up in shock.

You wear a tired smile, but it's genuine. A raspy thank you leaves your lips. A small smile settles on his face as he grabs a hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

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Pairings: Seonghwa x femReader, Hongjoong x femReader (separately not at the same time, they are still in a poly relationship though so some SeonghwaxHongjoong crumbs)

Genre: smut, pure filth, tiniest little sprinkle of fluff in the end (MINORS DNI!)

Words: 6k

Summary: Your boyfriend Hongjoong is too busy with work for your and Seonghwa's liking so you decide to distract him with rather inappropriate means.

Warnings: oral sex, face-fucking, choking (on a cock and by hands dear lord), unprotected sex, creampie, sloppy seconds, pretty cum heavy, petnames (princess, kitten, precious, slut...), slight exhibitionism, polyTeez (reader is in a poly relationship with Hongjoong and Seonghwa), degradation, slightly jealous Joong,

Networks: @underworldnet 👍🏻

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You often joined Hongjoong when he was in the studio. You liked the atmosphere in the small room and it gave you the chance to concentrate on your studies while your boyfriend was working. You both boosted each others productive energy and could take cuddle breaks in between. If Hongjoong ever managed to take a break at all.

But you would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that some times, or actually quite often, Hongjoong's presence could also be quite distracting. He just looked so attractive working on his songs so passionately.

The worst thing was when he started recording little demos. His sassy voice never failed to capture all of your attention and more than once it had made you imagine all the things he could say to you. But you didn't tell him that, because you were afraid he would stop recording while you were around.

Today was one of those days. You were working on an essay when Hongjoong started making little recording snippets for a new song. You watched him with a smile, that he couldn't see because his back was facing you, as he played around with the recordings. His unsettled, red hair jumped in fluffy little motions as he moved his head while rapping.

At one point he decided to change up his tone and once he settled for a deep, throaty voice you knew you were absolutely done for. Your essay was at least three galaxies far away as all your senses were focused on your handsome boyfriend rapping pretty words into the mic.

None of what he said really came through to you with all of your attention on his voice. You craved to see his face but you could only catch glimpses of it as a mirrored image in one of his dark monitors.

Your body thrummed at the deep tone his voice made and you hoped he would never stop recording.  To your pleasure, he seemed very unhappy with his takes today and redid the same line over and over again.

After about 15 minutes of this, you were absolutely flustered. You wanted him to use that pretty voice right next to your ear and whisper things he would never dare to say in his lyrics. Your eyes were fixed on his hands as they moved around the equipment skillfully.

When he sighed in frustration you couldn't hold back at the opportunity.

"Do you want to cuddle to get your mind free for a while?" you asked with a sickly sweet voice, trying hard not to give away your intentions.

Hongjoong spun his chair around to answer you.

"I'm sorry, precious. I really have to finish this first."

You pouted at him and made your eyes big on purpose, hoping to trigger his sympathy. But his work ethics were simply astonishing.

"Don't look at me like that! That might work on Seonghwa but not me. I have work to do." With a warning glance he turned back to his desk again, leaving you feeling abandoned and, more importantly, very horny. You hadn't expected him to turn you down so easily.

You knew it was pointless to try him any further. He wouldn't budge even if you begged him. You did however knew his one weakness.

With a sly grin, you picked up your phone and quickly pulled up the chat with your boyfriend Seonghwa.

Y/N Hongjoong is ignoring me :(

Luckily the other seemed to be on his phone, as the typing symbol immediately came up.

Hwa♥ Baby :( What did you do?

You were slightly offended that he assumed it was your fault that your boyfriend wasn't paying you any attention.

Y/N I just asked him to cuddle and he said no now I'm lonely

You added a crying emoji, knowing it would get right to Seonghwa's soft side.

Hwa♥ Are you at the studio?

Y/n Yes why?

Hwa♥

...

I'll come visit

An excited grin spread on your face as you read Seonghwa's words. You were starting to feel needy and if Hongjoong wasn't giving you any attention, then hopefully Seonghwa could help you out.

Waiting for your other boyfriend to arrive was a painfully long time of exactly 6 minutes. Your eyes couldn't stop focussing on Hongjoong's slender fingers on the keyboard and your mind was already going places far beyond this studio.

When a knock finally sounded on the studio's door you basically sprang out of your seat.

"It's just Seonghwa," you explained to your boyfriend, who had turned around on his chair in confusion of the late visitor. He merely nodded at your words before turning back to work. He really was very deeply into his work today.

You opened the door for Seonghwa and he looked at you like you were his moon and a sea of stars all together. He looked gorgeous as ever, wearing a black button up shirt and a tight fitted pair of jeans. A bright smile accompanied him when he swept you up into a soft hug before placing a gentle kiss onto your lips.

Seonghwa's softness always made you feel like a delicate flower that he didn't want to hurt at any price. But you knew he could just as well be quite the opposite in a different situation.

After releasing you, he walked over to Hongjoong to greet his boyfriend. When Hongjoong finally pried his eyes off of his screen to look at Seonghwa, the two shared the same loving gaze, he had just given you. Seonghwa had to bend down to give the still seated Hongjoong a small peck on the lips, but was also soon dismissed by Hongjoong with a gesture towards his equipment.

Seonghwa looked back at you and rolled his eyes to show how Hongjoong could be like this sometimes. He walked over to the little couch in Hongjoong's studio and pulled you onto his lap as he took a seat beside you. The act was one of innocent attraction. Seonghwa loved having you close to him and often pulled you close to him without any further intentions.

But now that you were straddling his hips, it was only driving you more insane than you already were before. Heat started pooling into your stomach and you were sure it was also showing through a red blush on your face.

Seonghwa noticed your flustered state with the most satisfied smile before burying his hands in your hair and pulling you in for a kiss. He started out slowly and sweet but as you began sucking on his bottom lip and writhing under his hands he realized what kind of lonely you had talked about in your message.

He interrupted the kiss to look at you and his eyes were now carrying a darkness that hadn't been there when he had first entered the room. He raked his eyes over your body quickly before gesturing for you to stand up. He got up from the sofa and directed a few short words at Hongjoong:

"We're gonna go grab some ice cream, you want some?"

You were a little confused about why Seonghwa suddenly wanted ice cream but you were noone to complain about sweets. Hongjoong only shook his head no without looking at you before Seonghwa grabbed your hand and led you both out of the studio.

But instead of heading towards the exit of the building, Seonghwa pulled you into the very next room, a small and currently unused studio right next to Hongjoong's.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you realized his intentions. Seonghwa was usually not one to be risky in public, but when he felt like it, it was a sure sign that he was very thirsty for you.

"So my precious baby was ignored by Hongjoong?" he asked you tauntingly as soon as he closed the door behind the two of you. The glint in his eyes already told you that he had some kind of plan going on in his head.

"Yes," you replied with a pout.

"And what was it you wanted from him?" Seonghwa snaked one arm around your waist as his other hand held you gently by your cheek. The touch seemed innocent on the outside but had your insides making flips and turns. His gaze alone was enough to send shivers over your skin.

"I wanted to cuddle," you replied but Seonghwa only chuckled at your response.

"Don't lie to me, precious. You don't kiss me like that when you just want to cuddle. What did you really want." His eyes fixed on yours in a dark gaze and you could feel the heat between your legs increasing.

"I wanted to ride him on his chair while he was working," you replied in a small voice.

A dangerous smile spread on Seonghwa's face. "Oh my needy little baby. And because you couldn't get his attention you tried to get mine instead? Am I your second choice because Hongjoong didn't want to please you?"

You stared at him wide-eyed, realizing how this might look to him. "No, NO! Seonghwa, I just-"

He was obviously delighted by your flustered state and interrupted your excuses with a chuckle.

"Don't worry precious, I know you’re just as desperate for me as you are for him."

He proved his point by backing you up against the desk inside the room and looming over your smaller figure. It was already enough to have you look up at him with big innocent eyes and nearly melting under his gaze. His right hand lifted up to cup your cheek and his thumb traced a fine line over your bottom lip.

"You know I want Hongjoong to take a little break from work just as bad as you, so why don't we join forces?" he proposed with a devilish smirk.

Your focus got lost in his dark eyes and the tingling feeling his finger left on your lip. You could feel the hairs on your arms standing up. "And how do you plan to do that?"

His eyes raked over your body slowly before they returned to your pleading face.

"I'm sure we'll catch his attention by making you scream my name next door, don't you think? You know how jealous he can get when we leave him out of the fun."

And without you having to say another word, the deal between the two of you was sealed. Seonghwa's grip on your cheek that had been so gentle before now turned into a more demanding one as he pulled you in for a kiss.

His attitude changed within the blink of an eye. His usual softness melting away to a fiery desire that enveloped his every move. As your lips shared a messy kiss, his hands wandered to your thighs and hastily lifted you onto the desk behind you.

From the elevated position you could now comfortably wrap your arms around Seonghwa's neck to pull him closer. When his tongue entered your mouth a low moan left your throat which had Seonghwa grinning wildly into the kiss.

His hands were all over you now, one encircling your waist and slipping under the fabric of your shirt to caress the soft skin underneath. His other messing up your hair. It was one of his favourite things to do because it left a sign of what you two were doing together.

His soft lips on yours already had your head spinning and you wanted to have him closer as fast as possible. Your hands scrambled to open up the buttons of his shirt while you arched your back more into his touch.

"Fuck, you're greedy today, precious. How long have you been wanting Hongjoong to touch you?"

While he spoke he pulled your shirt over your head and admired the sight of your chest in your white lacy bra. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, knowing how weak it made him. In his dark gaze you could see that he was about to devour you.

"Like half an hour. I couldn't wait any longer..."

"Fuck..." Seonghwa only rasped out before he discarded his own shirt on the floor beside yours and pulled you close again by the back of your neck. The kiss you shared was driven by urgency and build up desire. You had been on edge for a while and Seonghwa was one to light up like dry kindle when it came to his sexual desires. Sometimes it only took a single look of you to have him burning up in desperate need of your skin on his.

It was exactly what happened right now. Every tug of your hands on his silky black strands had him grabbing you tighter and his hums getting lower. His hungry lips wandered from your mouth to your neck and you already knew by the way he sucked on your skin that you would soon look bruised all over.

"Get those pants off of me, precious," he rasped in between littering love bites onto your skin.

Your hands scrambled to his belt and managed to open the clasp shakily. The buttons of his jeans didn't want to cooperate with you and when you still only had popped one of them open, Seonghwa removed his lips from your skin to look at you impatiently.

"If you can't fucking do it, I will." With that he almost rips of the buttons as he quickly opens his jeans and let's them sink down to the floor. The threatening tone in his voice goes right to your lower regions. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, but the danger in his voice gave you this exhilarating rush of adrenaline that only made you wetter than you already were.

You stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Seonghwa seemed to be in a demanding mood right now and you knew it was better not to interfere with his ideas in a moment like that.

"Lay down, princess." The nickname has a sweet ring to it but his tone is purely commanding. You let your back sink onto the cold desk behind you to obey to him.

You thought he only wanted to get your pants off of you as he begins to undress you in a rush. But what you hadn't expected was him kneeling down right between your legs and starting to drag his tongue along your inner thigh.

A shudder ran through your entire body as the touch so close to your core registered with your nerves.

"I won't be able to stay quiet if you eat me out, Hwa!" you warned him. But Seonghwa didn't budge.

"That's exactly the point, precious. We want Joongie to hear us, don't you remember." His condescending voice only made you want him more. He was right. You had completely forgotten your little plan over Seonghwa touching you. His entire presence rendered your brain so useless that you couldn't even remember the reason you came here in the first place.

As his hot breath fanned over the fabric of your panties, the first small whine left your mouth. You looked down at Seonghwa who was smiling uncontrollably. He looked almost mad as he relished in the sight of you already squirming underneath him. Eating you out was his absolute favourite thing to do and you knew you were in for some trouble as he finally pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and let his tongue connect with your core.

He started by licking a few slow strips up your heat before letting his tongue circle your clit at a rapid pace. The sudden intensity had your hips twitching and Seonghwa had to pin them down with one of his hands to continue pleasuring you. When the other hand moved to your soaked entrance you knew it was over for you.

As two of his fingers dipped inside of you a high pitched moan escaped your throat. Seonghwa had no mercy with you. He immediately set a quick pace and his long fingers curled deep inside of you while his tongue never left your clit.

There was no point in trying to hold back your moans. It only took him a few seconds before they were tumbling out of you uncontrollably. Seonghwa knew exactly what would make you whine the loudest so he teased your most sensitive spots shamelessly.

You were rushing towards your first orgasm in lightning speed but you already had a feeling that Seonghwa would not yet grand you the pleasure.

"Hwa, please..." you begged him as you tightened around his fingers, your release closer than ever.

He removed his fingers from you as soon as he sensed you getting close and you whined at your denied orgasm.

"Not yet, precious. I need you to be louder for me before I'll make you come."

He got up from his spot between your legs and his hungry stare was enough to keep you fixed onto the desk.

"I can't wait to ruin you," he claimed lowly a devilish smirk on his handsome features. "I can't wait for Hongjoong to notice what he is missing out on."

Seonghwa finally removed his underwear and the sight of his painfully hard erection almost had you drooling. His tongue had left you wanting him more than ever and the sight of his throbbing cock was your final straw.

"Just make me scream already, Hwa." You knew those words would get him weak and the way he rolled back his eyes only proved your point.

Without another second of hesitation, he positioned himself in front of your entrance and slowly sunk himself into your dripping heat. One hand propped beside your hand, Seonghwa hovered over you as he bottomed out inside of you.

You didn't hold back on your satisfied moan as you finally feel full of him. Seonghwa's dark eyes don't leave your face for even a second as he starts fucking you dumb on his cock. Watching you squirm and falter under his touch drove him closer to an orgasm than the act itself.

His pace is merciless right from the start, picking up from were his fingers had left you. Freshly reminded of your mission you let your moans escape without trying to suffocate them.

"That's right, princess. Show Joongie how well I'm fucking you."

The mention of your other boyfriend has you clenching around Seonghwa. The thought of him hearing you just on the other side of the wall drove you insane. You closed your eyes as you imagined him finally realizing what he denied himself when he had sent you off.

"Eyes on me, precious. You still have time for dreaming after I've fucked you senseless."

You focussed back on Seonghwa who grinned smugly at how dazed you already looked beneath him. His hand wandered to your core and as soon as he drew circles into your clit you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Please, Seonghwa," you whined as you could feel your orgasm building up again.

"Louder, baby. He can't hear you yet."

"Seonghwa, please make me come!" You almost scream, desperation taking over you. You were too enveloped in the feeling of Seonghwa's cock hitting your sensitive spot over and over again for you to care about anything else. You just wanted to come so badly.

His eyes glazed over at you screaming his name so shamelessly. His breath quickening and thrusts faltering slightly, you were sure, Seonghwa was close as well.

"Say my name one more time, precious. You sound so pretty for me."

"You fuck me so good, Seonghwa," you praised him. Your words were getting right to his head as he released a low moan. He hastily grabbed your right leg to pull it over his shoulder. The deeper angle almost had you coming on the first thrust and your moans increased in volume. Meanwhile his fingers never left your clit, pushing you into a delightful state of all encompassing pleasure.

"You gonna come for me, princess?" he asked shakily with hungry eyes fixed on your dazed expression.

"Fuck, yes I'm close." Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders to pull him into a sloppy kiss that temporarily hid your moans before Seonghwa pulled back again with a glint of danger in his gaze.

"Can I fill you up, precious? You know how much Joongie loves you all stuffed with our cum."

You nodded without hesitation, a low moan leaving you at the mention of it. The thought of Seonghwa coming deep inside of you electrified you.

"Please, Hwa, please just come inside of me." You couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm was closer than ever and Seonghwa knew it as well.

With a few well angled thrusts and consistent pressure on your clit Seonghwa finally send you over the edge. The blissful feeling spread through your body like wildfire, rendering your ears useless for a few ecstatic seconds of pure silence. Still relishing in your waves of pleasure Seonghwa's hips stuttered inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm coming, precious."

He buried himself deep inside of you and you could feel him twitching as he covered your insides in his hot cum. The warmth of it spread from your core through your entire body leaving you in an almost feverish state of bliss.

Once your senses fully returned to you, you noticed Seonghwa panting above you. He slowly slid himself out of you and immediately you could feel a few drops of his cum spill out of you and onto the studio floor, before Seonghwa pulled your panties back over your core to stop you from dripping. But the sight had him groaning, almost wanting to start the next round right away. If it wasn't for Hongjoong in the next room, he would've fucked his own cum back into you right away.

Seonghwa littered a few affectionate kisses over you stomach before pulling you up from the desk. You tried to look around for your shirt to get dressed again, but before you could find it, Seonghwa instead started dressing you in his black dressing shirt.

"You look hot in my shirts," was his explanation as he saw your confused look. "And you won't need pants anyways," he assured you with a smirk on his face.

You slid down from the edge of the desk with a soft smile at Seonghwa and placed a slow but deep kiss on his lips. "Thank you, for coming to help me."

"My pleasure," he grinned back at you. "Now go and get that man away from his computer, before he dies in front of it."

The mention of Hongjoong made you very aware of Seonghwa's release slowly dripping into your panties. A shudder rolled over your body as you imagined visiting you boyfriend after you had just screamed Seonghwa's name in the next room.

You went towards the door but before you exit the small room you turned to Seonghwa one last time: "Don't you want to join us? I know you like watching me and Joongie."

Seonghwa smiled a weak smile but waved you on. "I'm exhausted from dance practice and I'm happy to let him ruin you on his own. I know he'll take good care of you, baby."

You nodded at Seonghwa before finally leaving the room. Your legs were shaking but you didn't know how much of it was from your precious actions and how much from the nervousness of getting back into Hongjoong's studio after provoking him like that. His jealous side could be quite intimidating.

Your hand rested on the door knob for a few seconds and you took a deep breath before going inside.

At first, the scene in front of you looked exactly like you had left it. Hongjoong was fixed onto his monitors, fingers hastily working on the equipment. But after you closed the door behind you and stood in the middle of the room for a few painfully long seconds, Hongjoong spun around in his chair.

As soon as his eyes raked over your only half-dressed figure a rush of adrenaline bursted through your entire body. His gaze on you was almost terrifying. His jaw was set and his eyes spoke of lust and anger all at the same time.

"Oh, so you have the courage to come back to me after fucking Seonghwa next door?" he finally spat out after leaving you waiting in silence for a short while.

His blunt statement made you even more nervous, shifting in your place. You became very aware of the fact that Seonghwa's shirt was barely covering you.

"I told you I wanted to cuddle," was all you answered. You knew you were pushing your limits. But after the way Seonghwa had just fucked you senseless you felt a little too confident of yourself. Like you could get away with teasing him just fine.

That feeling soon crumbled as Hongjoong got up from his chair and walked over to you. You were backed up against the wall within the blink of an eye, your pulse racing and pupils blown wide.

"And I told you I needed to focus on work. And what you do is call up our boyfriend and let him fuck you so loud that I was able to record your moans from here."

You whimpered at the thought. Had you really been this loud?

"You are basically screaming for punishment right now, kitten," Hongjoong continued, letting his fingers wander from your neck over your jawline, tracing the marks Seonghwa had left.

"I'll tell Seonghwa to leave some skin for me next time, he got greedy with you today."

He leaned in to kiss you but you couldn't hold back from getting one last hit at your boyfriend:

"He also filled me up nicely. Said you would like that."

"Fuck..." Is all Hongjoong could mutter before crushing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was harsh and raw. Both your teeth clicked at times and Hongjoong made sure to stuff his tongue as deep into your mouth as he possibly could. His hands were on you in a millisecond. One wrapping around your neck and pressing you against the wall by it while the other balled Seonghwa's shirt at your waist.

The intensity had you moaning into his lips. Your own hands were roaming through Hongjoong's hair, messing it up nicely before wandering to his muscular chest.

All of this harshness had a familiarity to it that gave you comfort. Seonghwa could be rough with you but always in a controlled way. But Hongjoong lost himself in you just the way you did with him. The two of you only functioning through your desires when you went past a certain point. And you loved being like this. Losing yourself in his hands as you fell apart beneath every touch.

Hongjoong squeezed your throat a little earning a deep moan from you that made him chuckle.

"You're still that needy even after Seonghwa already fucked you?" he asked tauntingly.

"I'm always needy for the two of you." You responded quickly in between sloppy kisses. "Don't care how often you fuck me, Joongie. I'll always want your cock."

He groaned into the kiss before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you of the wall. Instead he pushed you towards the small sofa in his studio. It wasn't the first time the two of you had used it for rather inappropriate purposes but you had a feeling that it would suffer especially bad today.

Hongjoong almost threw you on top of the cushions when your legs hit the edge of the sofa. But one arm was still securely wrapped around your waist to make sure you'd fall softly. Following you, his face now hovered directly over yours, both arms propped up next to you.

You lifted your head to meet his lips in another kiss but he retracted his head with the most devilish smirk.

"You think you get to tease me like that and now I'll do as you please? Has Seonghwa fucked your sense out of you too, precious?"

You didn't have a witty comeback this time and just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I think I need to let you choke on my cock for a while so that you remember who's in charge," he explained and you couldn't help but groan at the thought.

Sucking Hongjoong off was far from a punishment to you so you scrambled to pull down his joggers as he still hovered above you. The way you were oh so eager to get him undressed only fuelled his desire for you. When you pulled down his pants and underwear his cock already looked painfully hard.

Hongjoong lifted your chin with his pointer finger before you could take him in your mouth.

"Be good for me and behave from now on, ok precious?"

"Yes, Joongie," you said through fluttering lashes and Hongjoong smiled as his hand wandered to your hair and pulled you down onto his aching cock.

You moaned as soon as he filled up your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You started swirling your tongue around his shaft which earned you a low groan from your boyfriend. Before you could begin to move up and down his length, Hongjoong's hand grasped the back of your head and he started fucking himself into his mouth.

"Shit, you feel so good my little slut." The petname made you whine around his length and you knew that turned him on even more. You loved it when he used you like that, stuffing his cock down your tight throat until you started choking on it. And just when you felt like the air supply was getting too short, he backed out a bit to give you some time to breath.

As Hongjoong watched you take his cock so well and listened to your sweet whimpering sounds he felt himself getting close and finally pulled out of your mouth. He didn't want to finish already.

"Open your shirt," was all he muttered as he started to remove your underwear. What he had completely forgotten about was the mess Seonghwa had left you in. He moaned as he noticed Seonghwa's cum leaking from your core and Hongjoong couldn't help but stuff it back into you with his fingers.

You whined at the sudden pleasure and started grinding yourself down onto his fingers.

"God, you're so fucking needy. Can't wait to ruin you."

He pulled out his now cum stained fingers and wiped them on Seonghwa's shirt that you had discarded on the couch. A dangerous smile spread on Hongjoong's face as he aligned himself with you.

"Ready for me?" he asked tauntingly.

"I already was two hours ago but you kind of turned me down so hurry the fuck up."

You didn't know where your sudden braveness came from but it set Hongjoong's desires on fire. He plunged into you without another word and as soon as he started to thrust at a merciless tempo you felt like seeing stars.

His hand went up to your neck and he started applying pressure to the sides of it.

"My stupid little slut still can't behave? First she's fucking our boyfriend next door and now she's talking back to me? I'll fuck you so dumb you won't even remember how to talk."

And he was already fulfilling his promise. The choking made you light headed and his well angled thrusts already had you swimming in pleasure. Even though Seonghwa had taken good care of you before, another orgasm neared you at Hongjoong's temper. You couldn't help but be incredibly turned on by him being mad. Something about the fire in his eyes just made your insides flutter.

When your vision started to blotch from the choking you lightly tapped Hongjoong's hand and he removed the pressure from your neck. Instead his fingers gently caressed your skin. He did not however decrease the speed of his thrusts. With the squelching noises of him fucking Seonghwa's cum back into you, you felt another orgasm approaching.

"Joongie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, precious." He answered cockily and pulled out of you only moments before you could finish.

You whined at the loss of contact and desperately tried to grab onto Hongjoong's shoulder to pull him back.

"Not so fast, kitten. I'm giving you what you want after all don't worry."

To your surprise he stood up and walked over to his office chair. As he sat down he started stroking himself and looked directly into your eyes.

"Isn't this what you wanted? To fuck me in my chair while I'm working because you're so horny you can't even wait for me to finish work? If you want to finish today come here and fuck me properly, little slut."

You were across the room and straddling Hongjoong within the blink of an eye. Your eyes connected as you slowly lowered yourself onto his length and you could swear your eyelashes fluttered simultaneously.

Your legs barely had any strength left but you bounced up and down Hongjoong's cock, driven be the pure desire in his eyes as he admired you on top of him.

"Now that's a good girl," he groaned as his hands held onto your waist. The praise got straight to your core and you could feel your orgasm building up again.

You continued moving on Hongjoong's cock but your legs were starting to get shaky and your pace was slowing down.

"Need help, precious? Do you want to come?" He relished in your fucked out state, too weak to get yourself to come.

"Please, Joongie. Please help me," you whined as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"You know I love it when you beg for me."

And with that he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you from beneath. Usually, he would leave you struggling for longer and really make you work for your orgasm but you could sense how his own greediness overtook him.

The sudden intensity left you breathless. Hongjoong was just way too good at this, fucking into you at just the right angles.

The closeness between you two was intoxicating. The way his arm pressed your body flush to his naked chest. Your eyes staring straight up into his, desire and infinite affection mirroring in both your gazes.

His lips caught yours in a feverish kiss. As your tongues tasted each other you finally lost yourself in your release. A series of moans left your mouth as you came hard on Hongjoong's cock. He smiled into the embrace as if he shared your pleasure, his eyes blown wide as he watched you come.

"Hold on for just a moment, precious. I'm coming too."

You couldn't even answer him, your mind far gone. His last few particularly deep thrusts only helped you draw out your orgasm and when Hongjoong finally stilled inside you, you even found it in yourself to grind down on him while he shot his hot cum deep into you.

His groans were like music to your ears and you cuddled your head into his neck to be even closer to the blissful sounds. He was still twitching deep inside you as his cum combined with Seonghwa's and threatened to leak out of you.

Hongjoong picked you up, his dick still inside of you and laid you down on the edge of the couch before pulling himself out. Immediately, the cum started to drip onto the floor.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he groaned before he grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess between your legs.

"You are so good to me, Joongie," you praised him in a weak voice and he chuckled.

"I think you need some rest now, beautiful. Should I call Seonghwa to pick you up? I still need to finish work." He said very nonchalantly while putting your panties back on you.

You looked at him in disbelief. "Kim Hongjoong, if you sit back down in front of this computer I will personally make it the worst time of your life."

"I'm just kidding, precious. I'll get us home and sleep next to you two for once. I know I shouldn't always just sneak in at 5am when I'm done but sometimes I think you have each other so you won't need me..." His voice suddenly sounded a little sad.

The words hurt you deep inside your chest. You pulled him down to sit beside you on the couch and looked into his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Joongie? All we do is talk about how much we miss you. We love you so much."

A warm smile played around his lips, eyes big in wonder. His entire personality so different from what he was just 5 minutes ago. "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you two," he finally said and pulled you in for a kiss. This one was soft and full of warm and fuzzy feelings.

Your eyes sparkled when you looked up at him after your lips parted. "You'll have to say that again to Seonghwa, he likes stuff like that."

Both of you laughed as you were cuddling into each others arms. You have never felt happier.

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CAFÉ ETERNAL SUNSHINE ... bullet - point fic

pairing : poly!ateez x f!reader

genre : cafe au, fluff, established poly relationship

word count : 873

warnings : food, mentions of getting sick from overworking

special tag : @sanjoongie who allowed me to talk about this with her and is mainly inspired by this tiktok [ here ]

you and your eight boyfriends run a cafe together.

four sunshine boyfriends and four grumpy boyfriends with you somewhere in the middle

sunshine boyfriends : hongjoong, yeosang, san, and mingi

grumpy boyfriends : seonghwa, yunho, wooyoung, and jongho

you all run and own a cafe together

you and hongjoong originally started the cafe together before the others just slowly began working there with you both

the cafe as a comedy and tragedy type of aesthetic mixed with some artist vibes with painting down by hongjoong hanging on the walls

the food is very cute and bright and very comedy inspired

while the drinks are more darker and tragedy inspired

you even have a romeo and juliet inspired drink called "true loves poison"

the sunshine boys handle the drinks and the to-go orders

the grumpy boys handle the food and waiting tables

you and wooyoung are in the kitchen making the food and trying not to have a food fight every ten minutes

while all the boys are handsome, yeosang and seonghwa have become kind of like the faces of the cafe

you look on social media and its always you can always find either of the two in at least every single post

some people come to cafe just to see seonghwa and/or yeosang

yeosang is very welcoming and along with the other sunshine boys will have conversations with customers

while seonghwa is more of a "either buy something or get out" type of guy and usually gives off a cold aura to people that try to flirt with him or one of his partners

also– general manager!seonghwa who isn't afraid to kick people out of the cafe he sees them trying to cause a problem

seonghwa is very protective over you and the others

will also immediately rush to the back if he hears wooyoung giggling too loudly because he KNOWS that boy is up to something

eventually the cafe started hosting an open mic night once a month to allow people to come and perform

you and the boys will also perform once in a while

you'll mainly find hongjoong and jongho performing more than you or the others

you originally wanted to do a cat cafe but hongjoong turned it down

san was all for it but you guys got outvoted by the others

so to make up for that, you guys host an special animal adoption day at the cafe every once in a while

probably one of the few times you are seen out of the kitchen as you mostly help with the animals

during these days hongjoong or mingi are usually in the back with wooyoung to help him

the cafe also does special themed drinks and foods inspired by what broadway show is popular at the time

some examples have been six, beetlejuice, heathers, etc.

this are very rare though and very limited time, like maybe a week or two

also do special days that are either comedy discounted or tragedy discounted days

when these days happen you and the others either dress in brightly colored clothes or dark color clothes and the music in the cafe also matches the discount of the day

sometimes the cafe will also stay open into the very early hours of the morning (almost 24/7)

when this happens, you and yunho usually run the cafe by yourself since during this you only serve coffee and biscuits

usually during the late nights you'll get office workers, people who can't sleep, night shift people, or college students looking for a place to study

usually after these shifts, you and yunho crash in bed together for a few hours

hongjoong once tried running the night shift with yunho when you couldn't and hongjoong honestly can't figure out how you do it

"i don't know how you do it, y/n."

like hongjoong, yeosang has also covered yunho's late night shift, and every time he does he says he learns more and more about you each time

you two have been dating for years along with the others and so he thought he knew everything about you

"i think with each night shift, i fall more and more in love with you"

you have a tendency to overwork yourself which has lead to you getting sick a few times

the boys are all the time worried about you and try to get you to take the day off especially after some big event has happened at the cafe

one of the boys – usually san or jongho – also take off so that way you aren't by yourself

speaking of taking off

when either you and wooyoung take off or can't come or something, mingi is always the one to come help in the kitchen

mingi is really great help in the kitchen and usually left to decorate the cakes and such

HOWEVER–

one time both you and wooyoung were gone – you both had went out of town to get new ideas for food, so that left the others to run the kitchen

....

it was a disaster

you and wooyoung left mingi in the kitchen and so mingi brought san into the kitchen to help him

....

next time you both go out of town, you'll just close the cafe until you guys get back

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[sunasrintarhoe]

Celeste Converging Teaser

Warnings: None for now, I think lol

A/N: I had a dream about marrying space pirate Yunho and I love polyteez so here we are!! Not proofread. Also this is just a concept, I may or may not continue it, so let me know if you’d like to see more!!!

Seoul, South Korea, Earth, Year 70XX, 2:30 AM

You felt like you were on fire. Your legs burned as you ran for what felt like hours. The icy air made your lungs burn and your eyes sting. The heavy foot steps of the men behind you made your heart race.

“Don’t they know when to give up?” Your mind was racing.

“Of course not, my love. You’re ours.” You could almost hear the grin in his voice. His voice was playful as his words rang through your head. Kim Hongjoong.

The captain of Ateez, a group of pirates that seemed to find you everywhere you went. Even in the old galaxies.

Earth was long abandoned. The emergence of subgenders and later classifications caused a total breakdown of society. Wars broke out, cities burned, people died.

The destruction of the planet led to its desertion. People could accept being alphas, betas or omegas. They could accept having ruts or heats and having scents, pheromones. But they couldn’t accept being berserkers , healers, scythes, or grims in addition.

The discovery of life on other planets led to the invention of space travel on Earth. Being a descendant of Earth was nothing special, the civilization was behind in everything, technology, weapons, morals. The already rare grims were nonexistent on Earth, as the residents of the planet hunted them down for testing. Grims were the mediators of life and death, the keepers of knowledge, the bringers of war, or at least that’s what your mom would tell you.

Which leads us to now.

Being an omega was hard enough, but being a grim on top of that was a death sentence. The voice in your head laughed at you.

“You keep running, sweetheart, but we both know you belong to us.”

The voice in your head seemed to laugh. Grims were connected in a way. A really strange one if anyone was to ask you. You could feel what Hongjoong was feeling, hear his thoughts, sometimes even see what he was.

It certainly was a surprise when he got his first rut. It left you breathless, angry, but most of all, uncontrollably horny. Your parents locked you in a room, expecting you to come out with questions when the seven day ailment was over, but to their surprise, you came out with a sweet scent and dried slick everywhere.

Hongjoong abused his ability to find you. He wanted you and you had no idea why. Being lost in thought caused you to slow down. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and the scent of musk and sweat enveloped your senses.

“Finally…”

[atiny-piratequeen]

𝑨𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂-a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ataraxia Verse, Atx Asks, Asks towards the boys directly are on @atiny-crew-musings

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐:

Ataraxia, abbreviated as "Atx" for short, is a new universe, focused around ateez as various 'monsters'. The idea grew from a commission from @jacksons-goddess-gaia and thanks to her and @little-lazuli, along with some interested anons, has grown into a wider, expanded universe, and this post is to help us get to know our players a bit better. This post is in no way finalized and changes may apply, especially as more works are added.

An important note: The characters in this universe are polyamorous and queer. Just because there are some 'x reader insert' works in the series does not negate from the overarching theme of this being Polyteez.

Eye renders below were done by me (7/8) and @doodles-and-teacups (1/8-Mingi's were rendered by them, thank you again, Mickey!)

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

Hongjoong-Ocean Vengence

Faka’ita fai ki tahi

Anger bestowed on the sea.-Tongan

Race: (Reborn) Seaborn-Once a Human, Now a Siren

Height: 6’1, 6’5 in Seaborn Form in Water

Age: 23 When human, 85 currently

Appearance: Blue hair, deep brown eyes, appears black from afar. From his forearm down and calves down to his feet in humanoid form, they are black with small, speckled scales along his skin that glitter depending on when it is hit by the light. In Seaborn form, he has the tail of an orca. His dorsal side is sleek and solid black while his ventral side is white.

Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Thickened Blubber (tail), Cold Resistant, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis

Weapons: Aside from his fangs and claws, Hongjoong's signature method of inflicting damage is to slam his tail against the ribcage of his enemies, often trying to break their ribs and puncture their lungs from the force of the hits. On land, he uses neon knives gifted to him by a particular Entity.

Personality: Hongjoong is one of the more cynical of the core eight men of this universe. He is guarded and fairly quick to anger. Despite this, he has become an exemplary leader in the village where he and Seonghwa live. Hongjoong would do anything for his seven and his village and is incredibly perceptive when it comes to reading the movements of potential enemies and planning counterattacks according to his findings.

Scent:

Home: Talavou, the village steadily growing in the depths of a series of islands in the Eastern Hemisphere of the world. Once very small, holding a population of only one thousand or so Seaborn and Reborns, now it has grown and neighboring areas have developed alongside the central village that are all under the same jurisdiction.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Seonghwa- Seafoam Kismet

Papata pē, ka na’e lalanga

It may be coarse in texture but it was woven.-Tongan

Race: Seaborn (Angelfish)

Height: 7’, 8’ in Seaborn Form in Water

Age: 177

Appearance: Soft, silken blonde hair, green eyes (change with emotions). His forearm down to his hands and his calves down to his feet are covered in an ombre platinum to blue. Several patches of scales will appear on his skin depending on his emotions/if he's injured and trying to protect himself from sustaining more injuries. He has a scar on his shoulder and on his abdomen after a Certain Incident. In his Seaborn Form, he has a magnificent tail holding some qualities from some ocean angelfish. His tail now has thick brown stripes starting along the midway point. Between these stripes, orange and yellow dots litter the spaces. The end of his tail is solid black with a single, vibrant electric blue stripe along the flowy fan of his tail. His hands have claws that can tear through skin and crush bone.

Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Glow-in-the-Dark Scales, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis

Weapons: Unlike his Talavoutian Captain, Seonghwa does not use any outside weapons when he fights. He prefers to use his own brute strength and his primary method of ending conflict is to tear the hearts out of his enemies.

Personality: Despite his often snarky banter with Hongjoong, Seonghwa is fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people he loves. He tends to put himself in danger trying to protect weaker entities, and this is why he primarily lives on the shore nearby the village instead of living in it-protecting sea turtles and helping them hatch and make it into the water without any of them being eaten by predators. Despite his handsome, princely appearance, he is one of the easiest to make flustered and unfortunately (for him), his emotions are broadcasted on full display thanks to his scales and his eyes. While incredibly intelligent, he is surprisingly aloof and often loses track of time, leading to him getting scolded by the other members of The Fold for not visiting them as much as he should be.

Scent: Sea salt, Vanilla + coconut undertones

Home: Despite being a native of Talavou, Seonghwa primarily lives on the nearest island to the village. This island has no name, yet.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Yunho-Magma Sentinel

Ng ko er a belochel, el mesengei otelochel e suebek

Like a pigeon seeing the danger, yet it flies from cover. (Palauan)

Race: Hellhound

Height: 7’5 in Hellhound Canine Form, 9’ in Humanoid Form

Age: 666 Years Old

Appearance: In his Hellhound form, Yunho stands taller than a horse. His appearance is based off of a Tibetan Mastiff, and as such, he has a coat full of dense, thick black furr. His paws are bigger than that of a bear's. He has two, circular markings above his eyes resembling eye brows that are made from red fur and has a patch of fur along his chest, stomach, the bottoms of his paws, and the underside of his tail where all of the fur is deep crimson. In this form, his fangs are so massive, they can be seen even when his mouth is shut. In his bipedal 'human' form, he stands at 9 feet tall, and his eyes retain their deep, blazing color as they are when he is in his hound form. When he is angered, his eyes blaze, and as a result of it, he has permanent burn marks in the corner of his eyes despite his ears being downcast in his hound form, they are upright in his humanoid form. His tail is the same size as it is in his hound form. He doesn't have an under or overbite in this form, but his canines are just as sharp. His tongue is a vibrant red and orange because of his ability to spit fire and magma, but he can control the temperature so it doesn't harm anyone if he doesn't intend it to. Yunho's wrists, ankles, and his neck are littered in scars, memories of a past imprisonment when he was a few centuries younger.

Powers: Magma and fire manipulation (from his mouth, his hands/paws), Yunho's fire is so hot it can continuously burn one's spirit even after they are dead. He has the strongest ability to track scents of all of the boys in The Fold and can even breathe underwater and track there, too. Because of his ability to manipulate heat, he can technically 'fly' by running on air. His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Mingi's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.

Weapons: Yunho doesn't use any items for weapons. In both of his forms, his claws and teeth emit either lava or fire depending on how concentrated it is, or how angry he is. He uses his massive body to knock enemies off of their feet and tends to aim for the jugular when it comes to larger entities.

Personality: Hellhounds are, by nature, quite competitive and combative. While Yunho is not as overtly as aggressive as some of his peers, his hostility comes out in a full show of force when those he cares about are in any form of danger and/or distress. Aside from that, he tends to be a standout compared to other Hounds. He is kind most of the time, often offering his services to struggling couples in order to help incubate their eggs. Because of this, he has been essential in the population boom in Talavou and has helped many of the guppies of Seaborn come into being. Because of a certain incident in his past, he is exceptionally gentle with children and often offers himself up when it comes to looking after them. If any children in his care were to become threatened or frightened by any opposing forces, Yunho would respond with EXTREME prejudice. Despite any preconceived notions about his nature, Yunho goes out of his way to be gentle with those weaker than him and because of that, he is often called upon to be a guardian watchdog for traveling caravans of monsters and spirits alike.

Scent: amber + geranium, smoked wood when enraged

Home: Born from fire and flame, Yunho lives in the Underworld, in a section known as the Crimson Fields. This area is where many Hellhounds reside, and it is, in its own right, a massive open village. It has areas designated for any battles, as Hellhounds tend to be on the more aggressive end, by nature. Yunho has a cabin of his own that he built by hand, and lives on the outskirts. He prefers to live with his seven, though, and will spend most of his time not in the Crimson Fields visiting Velvet Elysium-the Succubus/Incubus colony Jongho was born in, Talavou-the Siren village, The Whetū Faewilds-Yeosang's Home, or in San and Mingi’s Den in Serein Mountain.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.*:..*:...｡o○　　○o｡..:*..:*..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Yeosang- Wildwood Lex Talionis

Air tenang menghanyutkan

Don’t think there are no crocodiles because the water runs calm.-Indonesian

Race-Faerie, ???

Height: 6’5

Age: ?????

Appearance: Yeosang is the tallest fae in his village, standing abnormally tall for his race, as most of his other villagers are well over a foot shorter than him. His eyes are usually a dazzling mixture of blue and gold, with flecks of pink and stardust-like twinkles in them. the edges of his eyes are dark purple. His eyes change when he is angered, bleeding into an intense crimson and magenta color. The corner of his left eye has a big, distinct birthmark in the corner of it. Across his nose are freckles that glitter and glow with his magic use, they change depending on what type of magic he uses. His hair is silky, long, and black, and almost always has some form of decorative clip in it. Yeosang wears the most ornate jewelry of all of the boys, and it seems like each of them has some tie to his powers in some way, shape, or form. He wears loose-fitting clothing, but is actually quite muscular underneath.

Powers: Phytokinesis, Fae Magic,....r̨͇̖̪͊e̹͓̜͍̘̝̼̓̌͟m̻͎̾ͮ̅̀a̴̜̯̟͎͔͓̔ͬͮͪi̷̦̦̟͒n̙̻̳̺͇̓͐̄̀͘i̴̮̼͚͍͎̫ͭͧn̡͎̟̙͖̣̣̪͈̿g̨̯̙̻̜̣̩ͥ̓̇ ̨͕͕̭̩ͫd̷̠̰̗̞̭͖̃͊ͪ̈́ä̛̹̹̳͐͛t̛̹̯̰̣͂͐͐͐á̤͎̯ͮ͌͜ ̛̤̣̹͇̿cͯ̃͒ͦ҉͎͚̬̫ͅo̠̳͓̮̣̺͖̹ͣ̀ŗ̻̪̝ͫ̐ͅr͎͈͈͔̙͓̞̘̎̂ͣ́u̘͙ͮ͟p̵̞͙̲̲̦̗̱̫̏ͮͫͨt̴͚̯̦̖͇̻ͯ̎̐e̸̥̗̤̦ͪ̇d̤̬̻͇̩̆ͫ͊͞

Personality: Yeosang is a healer and by nature, he is very kind being, and every being in his forest looks to him for guidance and leadership. Despite his initial soft-spoken mannerisms, Yeosang can be quite hostile when it comes to his loved ones and his forest. There is a mysterious air that follows the man and it seems only Wooyoung truly knows what he's not quite telling the others. Yeosang often protects those around him with anything at his disposal, but he also has been known to curse those who cross him for several generations, inflicting pain and misfortune on their bloodline that will not be lifted until he can be appeased once more. He can be quite sadistic and if angered and set off, tends to kill in slow, agonizing ways before returning to his home.

Scent:

Home: The Whetū Faewilds

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.*:..*:...｡o○　　○o｡..:*..:*..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

»» ──ஓ๑♥๑ஓ ── ««

San- Novaturient Eleutheromania

Tēnā ra koe, e whakamaui ake nei

Greetings to you who have come from death’s door-Māori

Race: Manticore

Height: 6'8 in Manticore Form, 6’7 in Humanoid Form

Age: 277 Years Old

Appearance: In both his manticore form and his humanoid form, San has bold, striking magenta eyes with slits down the center. In his manticore form, resembles a lion, both in appearance and height and in size. As far as manticores go, he is actually on the smaller end. His tail is a thick, solid black scorpion tail and he has wings on his back that are covered by Mingi's shredded scales for protection. San wears a choker made from Mingi's scales, as well, that protect his neck from fatal wounds to the jugular. In his humanoid form, his ears, tail, and wings stay visible. San has retractable claws and a barbed tongue, though his tongue is much softer than a traditional feline creature's is.

Powers: Shape Shifting, Sonic Roars, Potent Venomous Stings, Flight, Super Strength

Weapons: San's roars can disorient and even deafen his enemies, and he often uses this as an opening to either escape or rush in for a hit and run style attack with his claws or his tail. His tail holds very potent venom that can down up to thirteen elephants in a single jab. San's jaws are incredibly powerful and can lock once he's got a full bite of whoever he's holding onto, giving him more time to riddle them with more stings from his tail and neutralize them as quickly as possible.

Personality: San is the most guarded of all of the members. He is from a race of monsters that has been hunted to near extinction for sport, and because of that, he does not trust anyone easily. After a chaotic night and a certain incident in the rain, San stumbled onto Mingi's mountain and was saved by the dragon. After then, he stays inside their shared den, creating a labyrinth at first to separate him from the stronger winged man to keep himself safe, but those days have long since passed and he is often attached to the hip with the large monster. If you are one of the small few who win him over and gain his trust, a different side of San is revealed. He is a fun-loving man with those he loves and despite his own fear of being killed, San sometimes finds himself throwing himself in the heat of the battle to guard the others. It is the only time he'd intentionally put himself in danger, as he often thinks of himself and his own self-preservation first before most others. He means no ill-will by his actions, and it is the cause of great unrest in his heart, being afraid of the world around him that so many in the fold find beauty in.

Scent:

Home: San's previous home was destroyed, so he now lives in Serein Mountain with Mingi.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Mingi-Nacarat Querencia

Berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian.

Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.

Rafting to the headwaters, swimming to the riversides. It is painful at first, but victorious in the end.-Indonesian

Race: Dragon

Height: 1024’ (As Tall as the Eiffel Tower w/o Antenna) in Enraged Dragon Form, Size in Form Varies Otherwise, 10’ in Humanoid Form

Age: 500+ Years Old

Appearance: Mingi is a massive gold-type dragon, and to many smaller than him, in either form, he stretches as tall as the heavens. His dragon form is covered in deep, international orange scales along with sharp spines along the length of his spine that can pierce through even stone. His underbelly is an ombre cream-to-gold color, and the end of his thick, tree-trunk-like tail has silken fur. His eyes are deep and mixed with shades of orange and gold, and he has twin, spiraled crimson horns on his head that are similar to a giant eland's. His wings are wide and have a shimmer underneath them that serve to distract and blind when Mingi fights. In his humanoid form, he stands as the tallest of The Fold. His hair is two shades of orange, with the lighter amber shade being at the top and front, while the deeper, international shade is towards the back. Mingi's horns, tail, and wings remain present in this form, as well as thick patches of scales covering his vital points (over his heart, around his throat). from his forearms down to his (clawed) fingers, his arms are an ombre from deep orange to gold. From past fights, in both forms, Mingi is littered with scars, with the most prominent being a deep scar over the center of his wings, where he nearly had them torn off in a conflict many moons ago.

Powers: Shapeshifting, Fire Breathing, Superior Strength, Flight, His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Yunho's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.

Weapons: Mingi himself is stronger than most weapons this universe has to offer, as is the power of a dragon. His claws can tear into mountains and have shaped the very den he resides in, his back developed spikes once he reached maturity as a dragon and he can slam his massive body into enemies to do catastrophic amounts of damage, especially if he is going back-first. Mingi's tail is very thick and muscular and he has used it to rupture organs with several tail slams. Despite all of this, his most impressive and terrifying weapon is most likely his fire. Growing whiter the more gold and gems he eats, the heat from his flames can get so hot they cremate a being on the spot.

Personality: Mingi is a kind-hearted dragon despite his intimidating appearance and capabilities. He tends to have a good read on a person's intentions, especially after all the years he'd been present on this planet. He is often hyper-aware of his size and strength and is very concerned with hurting the people he loves by accident. It took him nearly three years to allow San anywhere near him during his rut cycles, for fear he'd harm the feline man. Mingi is very passionate and this is both his greatest strength and weakness, as his passion leads to him being beloved by not only his Fold, but those who are lucky enough to meet him. Unfortunately, he often gets overly angered when those he loves are in danger and this leads to him erupting into anger to protect them.

Scent:

Home: After many centuries of traveling, Mingi settled on a mountain known for its rainy conditions, which are very unfavorable to would-be travelers. He burrowed into the side, and with the help of Yeosang and Wooyoung's powerful magic, can make the mountain disappear into a different plane of existence for periods of time (often when he and San are absent). This mountain is Serein Mountain.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

༻༻༻⋇⋆☽ ✦⋆⋇༺༺༺

Wooyoung- Cosmic Verisimilitude

H̵̘̔̓̎e̵̦̓̚͜ ̵̡̛͙̣͌w̷̛͖̫̫͠h̶̢̝̿o̷̢̗͋ ̵��̣͚p̸̮͆̈́ŗ̴̞͂̍͒o̶̹̿͠v̷͉͆́͗ͅó̷͕͗k̷̳̺̞̔̉é̷̯̍̇s̶͈̊̉ ̴̡͒̐ȧ̷̰͇ ̸̡͉̑͝w̴̡̟̒̅ả̸̘̩ͅr̶̦̭̗̾͝ ̵̘͇̻̿̆m̷̝̺̽͠ü̴̺̟͔̈́̎s̶͚͛̾t̸͉̰̰̆̎ ̶̮͉̟̏̃͝b̷͇͊́̊ḛ̷̂̍̔ ̷͉͚͇̇ś̵̹̎͘ụ̶̰̉̚r̵͎̋͛̕e̶͎̐ ̶͈̘̎̍ţ̶̺̭͗͛h̷̛̰́̿a̸̡̽̔͝t̷̢̻̳̃͂ ̷͇̖̩͛̉̋h̸̬̝̑̊e̶̬̓͐ ̵̘͝ͅk̵̢̼̤̿ń̷̠̤̺͒̕o̸̪̺̪͊w̴̝͊ṣ̸̹̌͆̐ ̴̢͝ḩ̵̨̝̃͌͠ǒ̷̹̣̰w̶̦̤͊̎ ̴͇̒ṱ̸̗̾ò̷̲̖̫ ̴̬͂f̴̼̪̓̋í̴̯̾g̷̞͍̹̔h̷͖̚ṱ̵̓̏̏

Race- Eldritch God 

Height: Larger than the Heavens in ‘True Cosmic Form’, Changes Size at Will, 5’7 Usually

Age: ???????

ᵯēꞩꞩⱥꞡē īꞥⱦēɍɍᵾꝑⱦēđ

Appearance: "Oh, this is fun. Did you all think you'd get all the juicy details here? No. I don't think so. Besides, do you really want to see me in that form? Are you so eager to perish? Here, let me give you the cute version. Ahem. Wooyoung-that's me-has deep purple and blue eyes with cosmic stardust swirling in them. My hair is whatever color I decide looks good, but the long, black look fits me best."

Powers: "My powers are beyond human comprehension. Let's leave it as 'enough to consume this world and not break a sweat. That sounds nice and dramatic, doesn't it? Don't worry. It's not like I go around snapping my fingers crushing planets in an instant...much. Haha."

Personality: "*chuckling* I'm sure you understand by now."

Scent: "Hah. No."

Home: "My home is with my Seven. My Fold is the only thing keeping this pathetic planet from ruin. Be grateful. I think I'm quite done here for today. You can have this back."

ȼꝋꞥꞥēȼⱦīꝋꞥ ɍēⱦᵾɍꞥēđ

༻༻༻⋇⋆☽ ✦⋆⋇༺༺༺

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Jongho-Wanton Yūgen 

He 'ohu ke aloha; 'a'ohe kuahiwi kau 'ole

Love is like mist, there is no mountaintop that it does not settle upon-Hawaiian

Race-Incubi

Height: 6’7

Age: 24 Years

Appearance: Jongho has brilliant hazel eyes that have small, defined hearts in them that make his eyes shine when he experiences pleasure. His hair is a deep red color, contrasting starkly with his eyes. His tail is a thick, almost leathery material and has a heart-shaped tip at the end. Mid-feed, markings may appear on his body, resembling tattoos.

Powers: Seduction, Hypnotism, Pheromone Manipulation, Strength

Weapon: Jongho came into being with exceptional strenth, and is a standout amongst most of his incubi peers because of it. Despite his ability to use his brute strength to subdue enemies, Jongho prefers to use a trench knife given to him by Hongjoong in fights and he takes grate care to keep the blade sharp. In his non-dominant hand, he defends and attacks with a tonfa he'd been gifted from Seulgi. His tail is also strong enough to choke out most entities.

Personality: Jongho is quite close to the members of The Fold, as is the case with all of them, but he holds them in such high regard, he's gotten a strong fear of them seeing him feed and therefore seeing him as a 'lesser being'. All of them have offered themselves to him but it is a battle he has yet to overcome quite yet. He enjoys their touch-though at times he will not admit it without a fight-and has learned to cook to counter his hunger. Wooyoung gave him a paw-print necklace he keeps around his neck at all times and Jongho often finds himself suckling on the stone when he is exceptionally hungry. Despite going two decades without eating an actual meal, Jongho is still strong enough to fight and stand alongside the other members of The Fold.

Scent: amber, warm vanilla + cashmere notes

Home: Jongho came into being in Velvet Elysium and spends his free time there being cared for by Seulgi or exploring with his close friend, a certain ghost he'd bonded with. When not in The Underworld, Jongho can be found with any given one of his hyungs, enjoying his time in their presence and mentally steeling himself for more.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

┍━☽【❖】☾━┑

𝑬𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆

┕━☽【❖】☾━┙

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Beauty Leaves- Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

[poesticbeauty]

Hello Everyone~

I'm L.lawliet the owner of poeticBeauty55. Its been awhile since I’ve posted or shared a story on here and I apologize. Thank you guys for all the support through out the years and I hope to bring new content soon to you guys! I’m going to re-do my account so it’s more easier for you guys to navigate.

Announcement

I decided to make a fiverr in order to do paid requests for cheap. Due to just life in general it's been hard to get by so I decided to try to make money while simultaneously doing what I love to do and have an excuse to push me to put more work out. Ofc regular/non-paid requests will still be accepted but paid requests will be posted quicker.

I will also be holding an event as a celebration of opening my account again. For the first 5 people to order from my fiverr will get a half off discount on their request!

I will post the link to my gig/store later after I’m finish reworking my account! See you guys soon

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genre: demon!au, fluff, angst, heavy suggestive content, trigger warnings

length: oneshot - 17.2k

you’ve never really believed in angels, or anything of the sort, but in a last ditch effort to escape a grave situation – you find yourself to praying for someone - anyone - to come help you.  “wow, you would not believe how fast angels are! I had to fight like six of them to answer your call!” 

oh my *** | @ohmyamor

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: guardian angel!au, fluff, angst, comfort, near death experiences

length: oneshot - 10.2k

everyone supposedly has a guardian angel, one that’s tasked to always keep their human out of trouble and on the right path of life. but you don’t just have one, you have...eight?!

like the moon | @sunmoonjune 🩶🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, heavy themes, trigger warnings

length: 17/? chapters [ongoing] - 160k

it’s finally the day of your trial. you’ve been waiting for this day for years. will you succeed and become a warrior your clan can finally be proud of? or will you fail, and be banished from the village forever? 

the rainbow thief | @bluehwale

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: demigods!ateez, fluff, crack, angst

length: 2/3 chapters [indefinite hiatus] - 5.1k

camp half blood introduces you to a new life — new routines, a goddess as a mom, siblings you've only recently knew about, and of course, the eight friends (or lovers?) you made along the way.

first flight to hongkong | @byuntrash101

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: flight attendant!reader, smut

length: oneshot - 18.3k

yes, you’re suprised when your company offers you a vacant spot in the vip crew. but “surprised” doesn’t cut it when you discover what kind of service your company provides the vips

front row angel au | @bobateastay

pairing: ot8 x reader, some parts ot8-focused

genre: emo rock band!ateez x fangirl!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, trigger warnings

length: 6/? parts [status unknown] - 17.9k

nil author synopsis

[new chapter added] misfits | @tainsan

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: college!au, fluff, angst, smut

length: 13/? chapters [ongoing] - 113.3k

when your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, ateez. you’ve heard rumours after rumours about the eight males who are as cold as ice, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know. when they offer you a place to live after your housing is destroyed by a fire, you end up finding out dark secrets that have been hidden for years.

without a trace | @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l 🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: vigilante!au, action, angst, slight crack, heavy themes

length: 11/11 chapters + 10/10 podcast transcripts [completed] - 98.6k

vigilante work has been outlawed, thus sending nine prominent vigilantes either into retirement or into lower ground and, while some abide by the law, a few continue on. then, one day, a greater threat forces these vigilantes to come together once again, regardless of the law.

pirate king | @chaseatinydream 🩶

pairing: hongjoong x reader, wooyoung x reader

genre: pirate!au, fantasy, romance

length: 90/90 chapters [completed] - 251.8k

life as an amnesiac on board a pirate ship ruled by the one and only pirate king doesn’t seem very promising, but hey, anything’s better than becoming shark food.

this night together | @honeyhotteoks 🩶

pairing: yunho x mingi x reader, ft. seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

genre: a/b/o/omegaverse, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 14/? chapters [ongoing] - 126.5k

you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone.

not all that glitters is gold | @the7thcrow

pairing: seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

genre: action, adventure, fantasy, romance, angst, fluff, suggestive

length: 11/? chapters [ongoing] - 146.4k

as a princess fleeing a royal assassination attempt, you have no choice but to put your trust in a band of three thieves in order to reach the kingdom of kuroku alive. however, amongst magic, deceit, and the bounty hunters that are hot on your trail, you realize that you might have stumbled upon a relationship far more complicated than what meets the eye.

making wishes | @hwaightme

pairing: seonghwa x wooyoung x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship to poly, smut

length: oneshot - 7.0k

making wishes on shooting stars, on burning candles, you wanted one thing to come true. seonghwa and wooyoung are more than willing to celebrate the birthday girl.

outlaw miniseries | @hongism

pairing: yunho x jongho x reader (part iii), san x wooyoung x reader (part vi - coming soon)

genre: outlaw!ateez, dystopian futurism, lore, angst, fluff, smut

length: 3/6 standalone parts [ongoing] - 14.8k

(part iii) ‘two for the price of one!’ the sign outside the shop had read, and well, you’ve never been one to pass up on a good deal.

(part vi) author synopsis coming soon

we ransacked the city | @tenelkadjowrites

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa x reader

genre: richsnobs!hongjoong and seonghwa, badgirl!reader, angst, smut

length: 5/5 chapters [completed] - 31.4k

five years ago, torn between losing your wealth or remaining friends with hongjoong and seonghwa, you chose money. working on leaving your life of bad behaviour behind you, your days are now spent obeying your parents and playing the good girl in order to keep your inheritance. but when hongjoong and seonghwa suddenly return, everything is thrown upside down…and old habits die hard.

letters to a ruined king | @setsugekka (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

pairing: hongjoong x reader, seonghwa x reader, yunho x reader, san x reader

genre: pirate!au, royalty!au, fantasy, romance, action, angst, smut

length: 20/20 chapters [completed] - 150.8k

if there’s one thing you remember as a mantra from growing up in a street thief guild, it’s ‘trust no one but your own, don’t get wrapped up with the wrong crowd.’ unfortunately, these seven pirates and their irate captain have left you with little choice.

as the world caves in (to eden) | @atzfilm (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

pairing: hongjoong x reader, san x reader, wooyoung x reader, ? x reader

genre: apocalypse!au, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 11/? chapters [hiatus] - 55.2k

a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well.

better than me? | @beahae

pairing: san x reader, ft. seonghwa x yunho x wooyoung x reader

genre: bf!san x reader x bf's best friends!seonghwa yunho wooyoung, smut

length: twoshot - 10.4k

it’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, san’s, good friends. he’s even in on it. but one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before. 

last updated: 01 april 2024