#unbitten au...?

[sketchehm]

I like to think the bitten vampire that finds Dream in the cave is Techno :3

He was just...passing by really. Kinda.

Bit more of world building was going on in my head and I have it where bitten vampires do go investigate cases of rogues. While there are hunters that are usually called if a town suspects a rogue vampire, a lot of seemingly normal towns have bitten vampires(humans being none the wiser) and would rather not risk an encounter with hunters...So they try to take care of it on their own...(as much as humans claim that killing vampires are a mercy and bittens look down upon that stance...unfortunately, the same kind of thinking goes through bitten when it comes to rogues...)

Maybe Skeppy sent Techno a letter about the weird rogue vampire they had recently. The townsfolk spreading rumors there must be a vampire who bit the brat who went rogue. He doesn't really think the kid who was turned would've been an unbitten since they were a rich asshole...so he's thinking the town may be right on this one. The rogue is dead though. Found mangled at the edge of the forest and he heard that it was maybe a wolf who got to the thing...

Unfortunately, nor he or Bad were able to check the body for a bite or for a scent. The townsfolk pretty quickly cremated the body as soon as it was found....aaaaand....Bad miiiight have found a runaway fledgling that he took in and it's really taking both of them to settle him in....so they really can't go investigating themselves.....

Be a pal and check it out pleaseeee!!! You aren't that far from us!! And end of springtime is so nice here!!! I know you wanna get out of the meetings Phil is always dragging you to!!

Just...to make sure there isn't some scent out in the forest!! It could be a one off thing, of course, but you can use the vacation!!! Thanks!!!! :P

Sigh.

And well, alright. The forest IS nice during this time of year...right before it gets too hot with the changing season, taking in the breeze.

He can tell there's two humans hunting around here. Normal. Better to avoid them. But. There's something....else?

Strange.

It's not...a rogue? The scent of madness isn't there....not really, maybe a note of it? It's definitely a vampire though, the scent of death is clear enough...but its so...young?

Fuck. Is it a fledgling? (No, no. Stop screaming baby in my head!!)

Maybe Skeppy is right and there's just some whacko who was here and causing some trouble..Ughhh

So he continues deeper into the forest. Back of his mind wondering how long has this fledgling been abandoned(can't be too long since its here in the forest and not causing terror in the town)...why there is no other lingering sent of a Sire....why is this scent so... strange? (A fledgling shouldn't have madness coming from them, that's an unbitten Only scent...)

And before Techno makes his way to the cave, Dream already is panicking. His instinct going crazy for the past few minutes and he doesn't know Why. The last time this happened was over a couple weeks ago already and Sapnap and George were in trouble but...but this is Different...he can't...he can't /move/. Frozen in fear. Something Dangerous is approaching. He thought when that rogue appeared it was bad but this is a /complete/ other level of threat....He needs! He needs his George and Sapnap...! He NEEDS his Sires!!

And once Techno finds the cave and makes his way to the entrance. Blood red slit pupil eyes(Dream: terrifying D:!!!) meeting widened green eyes, pupils pinpricks out of fear(Techno: hm. cute.)

......

"Hullo."

......

Oh. Oh great, it's scampering away further into the cave...well...at least it isnt attacking him, but...this isn't going to be an easy rescue, is it...

Techno's own instinct immediately falling in love with this fledgling!! And Techno is like. No, we can't take care of a baby right now. No, we can't bring it to our own nest. /No/, we cannot be this guy's new Sire. Sighhh... (but it can be ours!!! Look!!! Yes, yes he can see the fledgling too and it's very adorable...but this fledgling is going to be more work than is probably worth...)

It's just, in his own thoughts it's like "Phil will kill me if I leave this baby alone, it's basically half starved too :/" pfft

And Techno is not....good with handleing fledglings, ain't his thing, that's Phil's thing. And the poor guy can't even chirp or vocalize yet and is barely able to hiss at him, oh my god did it even have a single drop of its sire's blood?? This poor guy that's gotta be rough bro :/!

Dream hitting the back of the cave and cowering, making himself as small as he can (instincts trying to show how vulnerable he is, hes just a baby, vampire cant be mean to me stop stop go away im just baby!!), his instincts are going haywire. He feels so panicked and he thinks he's going to hyperventilate and oh god oh fuck he needs his Sires, where are they!? He's in danger!!! Theres... an actual vampire here, like!! a REAL one!!!....oh god oh Fuck!! Dream can't even bring himself to speak and tell the guy to go away, it feels like his throat is closing up but also trying to make noises he cant even comprehend...there's supposed to be no danger in the cave(nest), it's all wrong wrong wrong!!! He hates it he HATES it!

So Techno is not. The most gentle with Dream. Though tbf. He's grabbing Dream's wrist to pull him up but this fledgling is NOT cooperating. (Tbf Dream's legs are like jello and he can't even stand up himself..) It is....really struggling! For a half starved new fledgling! Surprisingly not still droopy from the recent transformation ...odd...must be a survival instinct thing....? He doesn't know, he rarely does rescues himself.

"Bruh. Calm down I'll get you blood, hold still." Dream...doesn't know what that means!! Blood is from his Sires only!! and this vampire is NOT his Sire!!!

Dream's baby instincts are just screaming in his head to run away run away runawayrunaway RUN AWAY!! (A little late for that dumb voice!!!)

Techno will release one of his wrists (Dream thought he was a large man but he's nothing compared to this vampire, he could've crushed Dream's wrists. He can hurt Dream! He needs to let go of Dream's other wrist, let go let go let GO!!!) and will instead grabbed his...cheeks?

"Alright, alright. Yes you're fussy, ok ok... Let's calm ya down. Just givin you a little alright? Just a little. So don't be greedy, I'm not gonna be your Sire, kay? That's gonna be my friend Phil, he's good with babies like you."

.....What the FUCK is this guy talking about??? Dream taking his free hand and trying to pull of this guy's giant hand off his face, what is he doing??

"Alright, let's see. I'm sure it's around here..." What weird vampire torture is this?? He's just squishy around his cheeks and jaw an- Ah?

"Ah! There ya go. Got a feeling yer gonna be difficult drinking too, hah."

Dream can't. Close his mouth?? There's a slight pressure that this guy is pressing on with his hand and he can't close his mouth??? Dream actually....can't move at all...? ?????

(His inner baby voice /is/ screeching like crazy)

Then the big scary vampire will let go of Dream's other wrist...? Both hands are free...? But he's just...sitting there limp?? HELP???

Dream does start. Tearing up at basically being the equivalent of vampire scuffed lmao..He doesn't know what's happening, he's terrified beyond belief, this...vampire saying and doing weird stuff to him...>:'(!!! It's been very difficult ok!!

"Geez...please not the waterworks, hold on. I know you probably miss your Sire (HE DOES!! WHERE ARE THEY???) but this will make ya feel better..just.. just give me second-"

And Techno needs his OWN instincts to calm down. Cause like...he's starting to realize the appeal of having a fledgling with them screaming at him of how cute it is and how amazing having a fledgling in the nest would be and to be more gentle, stop making the baby cry >:(!!! (No wonder Phil can't resist the urge for these...)

Techno will take his free hand, bring it to his mouth, and with his own fangs, slice his wrist. Blood starting to leak out.

Dream. Has never smelled anything so amazing before....all the blood from the animals George and Sapnap bring never really smelled like anything, even lacking the metallic tinge it used to have. This. this is is nothing like that. He suddenly feels very /very/ hungry.

Techno staring and seeing it's eyes dilate, pupils no longer pinprick, but large round saucers. Feeling the fledgling lose the tension it had and going limp in his hand.

Techno grins. Pleased. Satisfied. Him and his instincts in agreeance for once. Seeing the fledgling finally relax for Techno. (Conjuring images in his mind of this fledgling in his nest, holding it tight and close. It rubbing up into his chest seeking protection and love...)

Maybe bringing this one home wouldn't be so bad....would be a better excuse to get out of all those meetings.....hmmm.

Techno finally bringing his wrist to the fledglings mouth and let's his blood drip in. He really only needs to let it drink a small amount for it to completely calm down. This fledgling should be asleep really, and hopefully his blood can have it doze off long enough for him to return home with it. (To the nest!! Where it's safe for the baby!!)

But. Giving it a little more than necessary wouldn't be...so bad. Just enough so he can bond with it....so he can make sure its...content......yep!

Dream. Has never tasted anything so delicious before. He can't describe the taste. Just something inherently in his mind saying /Yes. This is good. More more more./

But Dream let's it pool in his mouth. He wont swallow(as much as his instincts have changed their mind and insist to consume it, swallow it greedily and to keep drinking more and more..) because he's good. He knows he needs to wait....

Techno realizing the damn thing isn't swallowing. Still being difficult. Well, Techno is always up for a good challenge. His fledgling will be a little fighter, and he can feel himself preening at the prospect of raising someone to be like him now...(ok, he gets it Phil, he really does...damn bastard isnt going to let this down...)

Techno let's go of it's face, and it immediately clinging to the arm that's feeding blood into it's mouth. Strange. The fledgling Does want his blood (good good ours only ours) but isn't swallowing it...

"Whats wrong, hm? Drink as much as you want, until your full," Techno resting his free hand on top of the mop of curls. Tangled and dirty (he can take such good care of it when they get home, it just needs to drink), but still managing to scratch it's head, eyes turning droopy, but still gripping tight onto his arm.

Dream's instincts whining that this vampire is so mean to him >:'( His Sires never taunted him like that, never makes him wait this long. His Sires are so much nicer and less scary!! (Are his Sires blood this good? Will they let him feed from them?)

"Go on, you ca-"

"Dream?"

Oh right. THIS is why he doesn't want a fledgling. All his instincts hyperfocused on the baby and not even realizing the two humans(humans!! Not even another vampire!) from before just waltzing up to this cave. How EMBARRASSING.

Techno will turn his head and look at the two humans, he can tell they're scared, doesn't even need to smell it. But he does and oddly. This fledgling's scent is all over them too...

That's George! His Sires are back :D! But. Oh right. This vampire is still here. Thats...that's bad..? His head is so cloudy and heavy. The blood still in his mouth and he's being good he's being good. He's not swallowing! Just like they taught him!! Oh but he's being bad right now he can't go scent them!! Oh no, oh no!! (Dream is Not really liking how this baby voice is in front of the steering wheel right now!)

"Let him go."

Great. Like this is fantastic! Both humans already aiming their bows at him. Which really is nothing but...there's like a baby here?? And well...he eyes the dead rabbits they have hanging from their belts. He can already tell it's meant for the fledgling, not for themselves. Oh, he gets it.

"Fellas fellas! Surely we can come to an understandin. I know you don't want your friend getting hurt and I don't want it getting hurt, so like. Mutual agreement there, yea?"

"What are you doing to him?"

They still didn't put the bows down. Annoying.

Sapnap sounds mad...is he mad at him? Dream hopes not. But he can't go see them, he's feeding and he doesn't want to waste cause that's bad too!! But he missed them so much!!

Techno can sense the fledgling becoming restless. If only it would swallow his blood this would be SO much easier.

"Alright. I know you guys just wanna help your friend. Real sorry he got bit and all that. But like, I'm just gonna take it off your hands now, yea? Would hate to have to hurt you two considering I can tell it likes you two as well."

They aren't making a move. Tense.

"Dream, come here." Oh, Dream. That's a nice name.

"Your friend is kinda busy, unfortunately. Being really difficult actually. You guys have any idea what that's about?"

Okay. Maybe he shouldn't be dragging this conversation. If the fledgling doesn't swallow he can always try and feed it again once they've made it back home. He'll have fresh blood in him after this anyways. He hates for his fledgling having to watch him drain it's friends but. They'll have plenty of time to get over it.

"You're feeding him blood?" "Can you help us?"

....

"Heh?"

Now they're lowering their weapons.....Heh???? Where'd the fear go? What's happening?? They're just walking up to him, what's happening, what are they doing?? There's no malicious intent....maybe some hesitation? But nothing that's triggering his instincts to kill these humans. This is weird. This is Weird!

"Whats wrong with him?" "Are you helping him?"

"Uhh....."

They're both just on either side of him and looking at the fledgling. What is this. He's never met humans so casual with him before. Even when he's pretending to be a human(Phil says he's Awkward.)

"Whats wrong Dreamie?"

The fledgling whines.

Oh. "It's not swallowing."

"Dream, swallow."

The relief that floods through Dream at finally being able to drink. And he gulps and gulps. And it's delicious and he loves it and he just wants to drink it forever. Until. Until..

"HEH?"

"Sorry, we taught him that so in case he goes all crazy he won't just be sucking everyone's blood, ya know?"

Techno is staring at the human on his right. He's got brown hair and is petting the fledgling's hair. They. These humans trained this fledgling like a dog. Huh. He's heard stories of humans able to control vampires as weapons but....this is clearly not that...?

Though Techno isn't able to ponder any further as he can already feel the bond forming now with the blood connecting them. Despite these...bizarre humans, he's still bringing this fledgling home (maybe he needs to bring these two humans as well....no. NO. NOT 3 FLEDGLINGS SHUT IT.)

Fledgling? Fledgling?

Who? Confused. Who?

You. Fledgling. Young. Thirsty. Full?

Who?

You.

Who?

"How much does he have to drink?"

Techno startled from the forming bond. This is. strange. Usually this is an Intimate. Thing. Feeding a fledgling. His own instincts still on the whack and just cooing at the baby, so happy it's finally drinking from him. (Stop suggesting to turn the other two humans. He is Not doing that.)

"Uhh...Just enough to form a bond....?"

"Whats that?"

This is too much for Techno. Why is he explaining this to humans. Why are they so nonchalant???

"Ya know. Usually humans are screaming and running away from me."

"Yea, but you're helping Dream. Right? And we've never seen another vampire act like...Dream before. He usually knows when something is bad anyways. And he looks pretty relaxed right now."

....he wishes Phil was here right now.

"Right...I'm gonna- you know what. Once it's done you we can all have a little Q&A session."

"Alright." They both say. They're. Strange.

Full?

No. More more. Hungry. Good.

Enjoy Sire's blood?

Who?

Sire. Your Sire.

No.

Yes.

No!

Techno sends authority through the bond, his fledgling still fighting. But instead of submission....he feels panic coming through the bond now. Too much panic. That's not-

Dream rips himself off Techno's wrist. He's gasping and whining. Holding his head and yanking at his hair.

"Dream? What's wrong?!" The two humans are trying to comfort the fledgling. But it just keeps whining.

Then. Suddenly the bond is just. Cut.

Dream vomits.

So like.

That kinda was getting away from me pfft. Anyways Techno gets covered in blood and bile oops. Very gross. Very upsetting. It's George and Sapnap yelling and being grossed out. Dream, in true baby fashion, is crying. (He does hate he gets like that)

Anyways once they get settled again (Techno is waiting for his top to dry out in the sun, the three of them are NOT ogling)(Techno is wondering how he got himself in this situation), it's the four of them sitting in this dingy lil cave and snf talking about Dream to Techno. (Techno witnessing Dream scenting the two. Oh. Oh no. This fledgling thinks those two are his Sires..his own instincts ramping back up in anger and want and-.)

Dream's instincts radically quieted down now that snf are back and he's happily drinking from his rabbits (he much rather the bland tasting blood than whatever Techno's blood was doing to his head. He didn't like it!!)

Snf eventually going "oh yea no he wasn't bitten he just died and became like this. Lmao."

Techno. Mind boggled. That's not. Normal.

It's a lot of exposition, a lore drop if you will, explaining to snf the difference between bitten and unbitten.(kinda) How unbittens are more like vampires with rabies and he's never seen one before who is....like Dream. Snf trying to explain their town has a lot of old vampire knowledge and were just following the stuff they heard growing up. Along with doing their own research and going through some dusty old books. Which really consistent of warnings on how not to turn into a vampire and that a lot of blood is needed to keep them satiated. But they never really knew vampires are usually sensible. They thought Dream was unique in that aspect. (which he kinda is in this time period, for an unbitten)

Tbf. Bitten vampires themselves don't really have a lot of unbitten knowledge, they know some legends like how they came to be because of unbittens but believe it was purely chance that it happened. They know unbittens are usually caused by people who had it rough in life ("oh...so Not cause Dream was a troublemaker." "Bruh how does that make any sense" "how does your reasoning make any sense either" "...can't argue with that."), and that unbittens usually have a bit of clarity for a couple days before going mad and even trying to prevent it is fruitless, at least to their knowledge (not that bitten have tried very hard to help unbitten, mostly cause they never really have the chance to)

"We call it a madness scent. That's how we can tell which vampires are going rogue from lack of blood or because they're an unbitten. We can always help a vampire recover after giving them some blood. Unless it's an unbitten. There's no coming back after that from what we know, they need a constant supply of blood, as you guys know, but I only need to drink every so often and not that much either as we get older. I have no idea what my blood could do to Dream honestly. Probably why he threw it up."

They all look at Dream. He releases his rabbit and starts to explain himself that the blood actually tasted really good! But he didn't like the voice in his head, his body just vomited out of reaction to get it to stop.

"You didn't like the bond?"

"I. Didn't mind it at first? But..." He can still feel the echos of Techno trying to establish himself as his Sire, he feels queasy..."I didn't like it after."

Hm. Odd. Techno doesn't exactly have the best fledgling knowledge either, just what his instincts say (which are currently whining that their fledgling rejected them!! They have to try again!!!)

Oh well...This all does lead to a very weird Human and "Acutal" Vampire friendship between him and snf. Which snf are totally chill with (more fascinated that not all vampires are just blood thirsty monsters) and Techno. Has human friends who knows he's a vampire too, so he guesses this isn't new....it's just....

"So. This is gonna be awkward. But I'm still have to take Dream with me."

"HUH?"

The three of them wildly confused and Dream almost choking on his rabbit blood. Sure, now snf were given the base knowledge of what a fledgling needs to grow up healthy but...they've been fine as it is!

"Bruh. You won't be able to satisfy him forever, he's still an unbitten. You guys give him barely anything everyday (hey!), what happens when winter comes and there's no more game hm? Also going by fledgling standards, he's not getting any vampire blood, a stunted fledgling is gonna lead to all sorts of issues too."

"We'll figure it out."

George is insistent, Sapnap is fidgety.

"Could we come along if you really do have to take him?"

Techno can feel the start of a headache with his instincts chanting '3 fledglings!! 3 fledglings!!'

"Sure. Fine." (Yayayayay!!! ....Shut UP.)

"No!!"

The 3 of them staring at Dream. He looks like. He's about about to cry again...

Sapnap and George already crowding around Dream(Techno prickles at how close they are to his fledgling) and asking him what's wrong, why can't they go? He'd be healthy and these are friendly vampires to us, it'll be fine, they can help take care of you. We can finally move on for a better life yea?

It's not helping. Dream trying really hard not to cry. He really is. Sapnap and George are right!! This is the best opportunity theyve ever gotten!! But his instincts are so overwhelmed now!!! They want him to leave the cave(nest)!! He can't leave!! He just can't!! (Just a baby, baby can't leave nest. Left nest too many times already, it's bad and dangerous and can't leave!!)

"Well if Dream doesn't want to leave, you can't take him."

George says it so matter-of-factly. Like Techno doesn't have the power to just rip the fledgling away from them and force himself as Dream's new Sire. It wouldn't be hard forcing the fledgling to not throw the blood back up, to keep it inside until it's all absorbed. Forcing the bond. (His instincts say Yes yes. Anything to bring the baby home. Make it ours. Make the fledgling ours.)

But Techno will look at Dream's watery green eyes one more time...

He sighs. There's no helping it. If he were able to re-Sire Dream earlier this wouldn't be an issue but Dream is apparently freaked out by bonds (Techno suspects its cause he imprinted on humans instead of a vampire). And he wouldn't want to make his fledgling so stressed out, he wants Dream to come to him. And Dream will. Techno just...needs to do a little more research (and make his nest big enough to fit three fledglings for no reason at all).

"Fine. But I'm going to return to make sure you three aren't all dead. I need to ask a friend about all of," he motions to them, "this thing you guys have going on. An unbitten fledgling with two human sires. I sound ridiculous just sayin it out loud."

Techno is coming back :0!! Dream's instincts aren't too displeased by that! (Actually hoping he might stay forever now that this is a nice vampire. Be part of the coven!! Forever with George and Sapnap :D!!)

"I can't believe I'm leaving this fledgling homeless..." Phil is gonna kill him....

"HEY >:0!"

Before Techno leaves Dream does end up scenting him too. Which. Makes it very hard to actually leave. But this cave is dingy and he needs more info from Phil (without Phil actually coming here too or they're gonna be fighting who gets to keep the baby) He leaves as the sun is just starting to set and Dream does ask if maybe Techno can stay :(!!! (He knows his Sires will be leaving soon too....he doesn't wanna be alone...) (Techno knows if he stays the night he Won't be leaving ever, instincts Will root him here too) Techno declines. He'll be back before mid summer surely.

George and Sapnap. Aren't very pleased seeing Dream rub up against Techno. That's their new thing Dream does to them Only. Sure Techno says that's actually vampire behavior and not Dream suddenly being very cuddly. Were they vampires there would be fighting happening right now. They're just mildly affected by Dream's baby aura lmao It'll get worse as time passes :)

There is a lot snf don't end up asking Techno cause they are focused on this topic of bitten and unbitten and some sparse fledgling care knowledge(which snf cant really provide unfortunately). Techno also isn't a fountain of information here either, written knowledge is for humans cause they forget and die and need to tell their descendants whatever they gotta. Vampires can just. Remember. And live basically forever. There is common knowledge amongst all vampires(typically) but a lot of it is just word of mouth, sharing knowledge with each other. But vampires aren't really the traveling bunch either. Leaving the nest is probably the only time a vampire will travel to find their own place to set up a home, but even most vampires don't do that. The years that a fledgling is supposed to be in a nest is when they're learning everything from their Sires too. Very key developmental period yes yes

Techno does know more than the average since he does go traveling town to town to help out, but it isn't much help to Dream's situation. It's also strange to be delving this knowledge to humans, kind of taboo. Don't want that info getting to hunters.....(not foreshadowing)

Anyways the friendly encounter snf have with Techno will 100% make them believe all bitten vampires are cool. This will lead to future issues :).

I think that's it for now? There's a few things I wanted to expand on more since its really vague and this is all a pretty summarized interaction but meh another time lmao

[ducky-dawn47]

Please tell me what a 'Incomplete' Mate Bond would do? I really wanna know especially if it would’ve included Wukong suffering >:3

Also how many asks can I send in before you get annoyed? How many of your posts can I like before you get annoyed? 

Lmao OK!

An 'Incomplete Mate Bond'- Or when 1 Demon or Celestial bites another Demon/Celestial/Mortal, without allowing the bitten to bite the other, or preventing a 'Complete Bond' -

Is essentially fast tracking giving someone Stockholm Syndrome. The Bitten will experience the effects of a Complete Bond; Unable to harm the Unbitten, Instinctively Trusting the Unbitten whether they want to or not, And Experience Stress or Jealousy when the Unbitten is not nearby, or shows affection to someone else.

While the Unbitten is entirely unaffected by the Bond. They can cheat without remorse, they can harm the Bitten within an inch of their life, They can essentially control the Bitten's entire emotional state.

This is of course, Incredibly Illegal in the Legendary Au, but that doesn't stop it from happening. At least the punishment for the Abuser is typically death, allowing the Victim to be freed from the bond.

But there are some who have gotten away with it, Because they've manipulated the Bitten to not press charges.

And I will never get mad at questions! I want to talk about this AU until my lungs give out!!

I will also never not smile when someone likes what I have made. In completely encourage interaction with me and my blog!!

[miraclewoozi]

congrats on 500 followers! 🥳🥳🥳 may i request seungkwan & angst prompt «am i supposed to just let you go?»

TIL DEATH DO US PART. -b.sk

500 follower party <3 ( accepting until 14th March ! )

pair : bsk x gn!reader. prompt : " am i supposed to just let you go? " wc : ~900. warnings : zombie apocalypse au. implied character death/'turning' and mentions of death by being bitten and also slightest implications of murder. blood. gore/body horror. angst. please drop me a line if i've forgotten anything.

You’ve never known pain like this.

From the middle of your bicep all the way down your left arm, every inch of flesh is burning. Your hand is a dead-weight, anchored to the metal floor beneath you with the thrum of the infection working its way through your veins. Seeping into your muscles, pulsing through to your erratic heart, already winding into the depths of your brain. Dust and grit scratch your eyes every time you blink and the tears welling up in them do nothing to soothe your abraded corneas. You’re weak. Fading. Clammy, feverish…

But Seungkwan, beaten and bruised yet somehow otherwise okay — most importantly, unbitten —, begging on his knees in front of you? 

That’s somehow what hurts the most. 

“I’m not leaving you,” he says for the third time, swallowing back his own tears. You know anger is a symptom and you're consumed with the need to ask him why he’s fighting this, why he's being stupid, why he won't just leave. But even quicker than the frustration was able to build up, it ebbs away: a droplet falls from the corner of his eye and makes a solitary path down the side of his face, distractedly silencing you before the words come out. You watch it cut through the ever-present layer of dirt no one can quite seem to scrub off before it clings to his jawline. Then, it continues to roll down his neck, mixing with the dried blood surrounding a day-old cut and turning from grey to pink, before it finally reaches its destination, disappearing into the shredded collar of his old t-shirt. “I can’t— I can’t do this without you—”

“You have the others,” you tell him with a shudder. Your head feels a thousand tonnes. Even your eyelids are weighing you down. 

He doesn’t have all the others, though. Not like he used to. When you first met Seungkwan he was with twelve other men: his band of unlikely brothers. A found family, navigating their way through hell with a few beat up guitars, a janky old radio and a can-do attitude. Four of them are gone now. Two to the virus. Two… otherwise. 

And now, he’s going to lose you too. Lucky number five. 

“I can’t—”

But as much as this will be hurting him now, he isn’t going to be alone once it happens. He won't believe you if you say it, but even as you fight through the fog you know you need to convince him that it's true.

“You have to,” you grimace. “You know I’m not still going to be me when—”

“Don’t say it,” he snaps, standing up to his feet and pressing his long fingers into his scruffy hair. 

“Seungkwan—”

“What— am I supposed to just let you go?”

You hold your breath as he starts to cry for real. He’s shaking, head to foot, and the scuff of heavy boots just outside the door tells you his friends have heard him raise his voice. You hear the handle start to squeak, but he desperately calls out for them to stop. No one comes in, but you’re sure they’re still waiting out there on their haunches. You can't blame them.

He manages to pace back and forth six times before the next wave of scorching agony crashes through you. You stiffen. Your toes curl. It pulls the fingers of your working hand into a fist and you can hardly even manage to breathe through it. But before you can so much as blink, Seungkwan is right back on your level, crouched with one hand on your cheek and the other curling around your good forearm. It feels like he’s covered in very fine, very hot pins and they’re all piercing your fragile skin, but the gentle pressure gives you something else to focus on: with gritted teeth, you manage a tiny smile.

It's not a good thing that the pain starts to subside, that your extremities start to go numb. You know that. So must he.

“I won’t be the one who hurts you,” you say, chest stuttering every time you try to take a breath even when the stiffness eases and your limbs turn to jelly. “Please — you can’t let me—”

“I love you,” Seungkwan chokes, tears falling freely, snot dribbling from his nose. “I’m going to love you forever. Just— just like we said—”

“I know,” you nod, closing your eyes to the feeling of his cool forehead pressing against your own. His hand travels up your arm, over your shoulder, resting at the curve of your neck. “For better, for worse.”

He laughs weakly, the musk on his breath ten times stronger than usual.

“In… in sickness and in health,” he continues, mumbling through the long kiss he presses to your prickling temple before he forces himself to pull away. Another involuntary spasm from you is apparently the catalyst that brings him to his senses and Seungkwan seems to realise he doesn’t have much time left before it happens. It registers that there really is nothing he can do, not when you no longer even have the strength to pull your lids back open.

You think you hear him say he's sorry, but his heavy, defeated footsteps are the last thing you hear as fear starts to roll in. There’s a creak as the door swings open on its hinges, and a harsh clang that follows: you jump, even as your mind grows cold and distant and everything starts to go dark.

There's a click. The lock. Then a deafening cry: a frustrated, angry sob, and a set of fists slam once against the door that now serves as your prison.

I'll waste away in here, you think.

Maybe that's the virus talking.

Maybe it's not.

[sea-owl]

I started answering a philoise ask for an omegaverse au of them and it's gotten a little long. Here's a sneak peak

-

Now to be fair to Eloise when she had snuck off to Romney Hall to see Sir Phillip Crane she had thought he was a beta. Not that there was anything wrong with betas! Eloise’s older brother, Benedict, his true mate was revealed to be a beta,and the whole family agreed Sophie was too good for the alpha. Sir Phillip was always just so extremely polite in their letters too, there was a calmness to them that Eloise had only seen in betas before. His pine scent, one of the most delicious scents Eloise had come across, had been faint in the letters like most beta’s scents. Eloise had always been the odd omega, so maybe her true mate was a beta too like her brother’s.

That pine scent was no where near faint when Eloise stepped into Romney Hall.

Eloise felt her omega perk up. Alpha?

The butler, Gunning she believed he said his name was, had returned with the owner of the house, and Eloise felt her knees grow weak. Her honeysuckle scent spiking as the source of the pine scent came nearer.

Alpha! Her omega cooed.

The Sir Phillip that was brought before Eloise was a no eta. A rugged looking, mountain of an alpha sttod beforeher now. His hair was brown and he didn’t wear the clothes she seen other lords wear before. Instead the man before her wore plain and simple worker’s clothes. A simple shirt, pants, and boots. No cravat in sight that the men usually wore to hide their mating glands. Dear God she could see his neck, and more importantly the unbitten mating gland on the side of it.

Eloise felt herself grow nervous, and unfortunately, or perhaps rather fortunately, when Eloise got nervous, she started to talk a lot.

[loveoaths]

mini tag-drop, pt. 1 !

au’s:

❛ AU: WE’LL TURN THE PAIN INTO PEACHES / ( role reversal. )

people:

❛ CLOSE YOUR TEETH ON UNTOUCHABLE HORIZONS; THE UNBITTEN WORLD A LIQUID TREMBLE IN YOUR MOUTH / ( mangetsu | cfwater. )

❛ YOU WANT TO LAY YOUR LIFE IN THE TEETH OF DEATH AND SING SOMETHING WORTHY OF THE BLOOD / ( zabuza | godmist. )

❛ THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS YOU WILL GUT GOD IF YOU NEED TO. YOU WILL CARVE YOUR WAY OUT OF HELL WITH ONLY YOUR TEETH / ( zabuza | onsha. )

❛ WHAT DOES NOT TALK BACK IS EASILY MYTHOLOGIZED / ( sai | mononoavvare. )

❛ I WANT YOU TO EAT BUT NOT AT MY TABLE / ( sasuke | netsurai. )

❛ LIKE MOONS AND SUNS AND THE CERTAINTY OF TIDES; STILL YOU RISE  / ( neji | fatedefy. )

relationships:

❛ LIGHTNING LIKE A TETHER LEADING YOU BACK HOME / ( ship: sasuhaku | netsurai. )

❛ HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU / ( ship: nejihaku | fatedefy. )

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

bury me six feet in snow

(robert aeor high au p1)

masterpost

-heyo! if you do not know, this is the first installment of an au i have decided to write. i speedran this today during school and it's finally finished, so here ya go *throws writing and runs away*

Half-gorgon, half-siren, the worst of both worlds. Instead of petrification, his eyes spew ice, freezing anything in his path. Instead of the bright green snakes and irises and scales he should have, in any of these spots that should be the toxic green exclusive to a gorgon, Scott is a light-hued cyan color. He’s an eyesore. His father’s told him this many times, how the only thing he’s good for is wasting his parents’ money and being a disappointment- how at least he could have had the decency to be born with the right colors, at least, maybe then Scott wouldn’t be such a terrible child.

or, Scott lives with abusive parents, and his best friend, owen, is a constant through it all. (yes jimmy'll be thrown in here soon dont worry i have it all planned out >:)

TW: verbal abuse, homophobia, internalized homophobia, depression, anxiety

(3444 words)

He hates peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. His breakfast sits there, unbitten and untouched, the jelly just a little bit too blue and the peanut butter just a little bit too gray. His navy blue uniform chafes against his skin, and he wishes now more than ever his parents hadn’t sent him to private school- but of course, they know best, so he won’t question it, even if the uniform hurts, especially when he pulls his shirt on over his head, his snakes hissing at the contact with the coarse fabric. His chair is just a little too stiff, and his feet don’t quite touch the ground- everything is just slightly wrong, just so slightly off that he knows he’s out of control-

Scott risks a glance up from his meager breakfast to see his father, seated far across the long table that takes up the middle of this windowless room, staring stonily down at him. His gaze is full of judgment and Scott would’ve flinched, if this wasn’t something he was used to by now. If he didn’t know how much a show of weakness could cause him, another lecture on how he needed to act, how he needed to be, so the world would know who he really is. Scott quickly looks back down, his heart rabbiting intensely in his chest from his father’s intense gaze.

Scott’s waiting, waiting for his father to say something, he knows it’s coming, and he steels himself for it, but his father just…stares. This is… a little strange. Is Scott’s father trying to petrify him? That wouldn’t make any sense, though. Father is smart enough to know that his petrification doesn’t work on fellow gorgons, and even if Scott isn’t really a gorgon, that’s like, the first thing you learn when you’re given your shades. Scott gingerly lifts his sandwich from his plate and takes a tentative bite, not daring to look up, hoping that it’ll taste at least a little different, hoping there’ll be something at least a little new-

Blech. Same as always. The grape jelly squishes between his teeth and the peanut butter sticks to the roof of his mouth as he chews and swallows, the familiar taste almost vomit-inducing at this point, the texture mealy and uncomfortable in his mouth. Scott’s been having the same breakfast since he was eight, and he’s always wondered why, given how much money his dad makes, he can’t just have something a little more…appetizing? 

Maybe something new, Scott really likes Indian food, and he’s not particularly inclined towards PB&Js. At least for lunch, he can sneak some food from Owen, who’ll make a fuss about it but in the end will always oblige Scott’s requests, because Owen knows that Scott’s particular about his food, and he doesn’t get much else- Scott wishes Owen was here now, to knock on his door and save him from his father’s withering gaze.

Scott’s father clears his throat, pulling Scott out of his thoughts, and he immediately looks up, mouth still full as he swallows quickly, snapping to attention.

“Scott.” 

Scott’s name on his father’s lips is dripping with disdain, the way it always is, loaded with disgust and disappointment, cold as the ice that carpets the ground wherever Scott looks. It burrows into Scott’s blood and even though he’s heard it oh so many times before, it still cuts a little each time, and Scott wants to do something about it, but instead he waits for his father to continue. Maybe if he doesn’t interrupt, Father won’t hate him, maybe he’ll be worth at least something, maybe Scott’s not a complete disappointment and “a wretched curse upon his family,” as he’s heard so many times before.

“It’s time for school.” It absolutely is not time for school, school doesn’t start for another hour, at least, and Scott opens his mouth to say so-

But he opens his eyes instead, to find he is still laying in his four-poster bed, the sun shining in through the window as his father looms over him. “W-what?” Scott’s still confused, his brain hasn’t quite wrapped itself around the fact that he’s just awoken, part of him wondering why he isn’t still sitting opposite of Father at the unfamiliar oaken table that takes up a whole empty, hostile room.

“I said, wake up. You can hear me, can’t you? Or are you deaf as well as defective?” Father’s voice is laced with venom and Scott wants nothing more than to burrow beneath his blankets again, because even the father in his dreams is less horrible than the one he has in real life. No, not horrible, he’s not horrible. He loves Scott. Father just wants what’s best for him, just wants to make sure he grows up to be a real man.

Scott can never tell his father that he’s- his insides reel with disgust even thinking about his secret, the slimy truth of his existence.

He doesn’t need to be thinking about that this early in the morning.

Scott sits up, eyes still blurry with sleep, his cyan snakes hissing in front of his face as he pulls them back behind his head, the icy feel of their scales causing a shiver to run through his veins. He sits up straight, trying to be presentable, because that’s important, he needs to be respectful to his father, but everything’s tinted ice-blue- Scott’s eyes widen in a sudden realization. He’s not wearing his shades and he needs to put them on now, quickly, or he’ll cause so much damage, if he hasn’t already- his hands scrabble over the bedstand until he finds them and he breathes a sigh of relief, pulling the dark glasses over his head.

Oh, no. He hadn’t been quick enough, he realizes, as he surveys his room, streaks of ice embedded from the wall, spiking out at odd angles, as dark and horrific as the way his father glares down at him, because Scott’s just done the worst thing possible, he’s reminded his father that he’s broken-

“I-I’m sorry,” Scott mutters, looking down at his feet, “I thought I was g-getting it under control.”

“Clearly not.” Father sneers, his own glasses blocking out his bright green eyes, eyes that petrify, the eyes that any real gorgon should have.

Eyes that Scott doesn’t possess. 

“Now get dressed and prepare yourself for school. Your mother and I did not pay this much money for you to be late. And let yourself out. I can’t stand the sight of you again this morning. Worthless boy.” Scott’s father turns, green cloak sweeping behind him as he steps regally down their looping spiral staircase.

Scott sighs. He had hoped that for once he might have a normal morning, one where he didn’t disappoint his father and one where maybe, maybe, the curse of being a hybrid would go away, the curse that isn’t even the worst part of who Scott is. He wishes his mother was here.

Not that she’d be any kinder to Scott about his situation, of course. But she was, at least, less aggressive. Her form of punishment for Scott was more often than not a session of intense siren hypnotization, trying to fix him, to get him to be one or the other. 

Scott’s mother has a gorgeous voice, so he doesn’t mind her luring him into that sleepy state where she can possibly figure out if there’s some way to eliminate one side or the other. Because Scott’s mother is not a gorgon. She’s a siren, and Scott doesn’t really understand how she and his father got together, as they’re both extremely conservative about inter-species breeding- and most things in general. And yet somehow, they’d gotten together and had… him.

Half-gorgon, half-siren, the worst of both worlds. Instead of petrification, his eyes spew ice, freezing anything in his path. Instead of the bright green snakes and irises and scales he should have, in any of these spots that should be the toxic green exclusive to a gorgon, Scott is a light-hued cyan color. He’s an eyesore. His father’s told him this many times, how the only thing he’s good for is wasting his parents’ money and being a disappointment- how at least he could have had the decency to be born with the right colors, at least, maybe then Scott wouldn’t be such a terrible child. 

Scott hates himself.

As he pulls on his navy uniform (that bit, unfortunately, was not a dream), his snakes hiss against the rough fabric and he growls under his breath, because why on earth would anyone make clothes of any kind in this burlap-like material, much less school uniforms? And the pants- Scott wishes he could wear something a bit more flowy on his legs, something that would let him breathe. He should start a rebellion, he thinks wryly, before his anxious brain speeds up and works out what the actual consequences would be if Scott did attempt something of the kind.

If news got back to his parents, he might have to go a week alone in this gigantic, cold house. He doesn’t want to do that again. Even horrible company is still company, Scott hates being alone- and the worst part is, his father knows it. Now (un)comfortably slid into his uniform, Scott steps quietly out of his room, closing the ice-covered door behind him, sighing and running a hand through his snakes, which hiss softly at his touch.

At the bottom of the twisting marble staircase, a familiar peanut butter and jelly sandwich is resting on the newel post. That had also not been exclusively a dream-world thing, and Scott hates the world for it. Why must he have this, day after day, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? But he takes it anyway, because any food is better than no food, and begins to cross the expansive marble floor, making his way to the ornate double doors.

The entrance is emblazoned with two giant “M”s for Major, the family name. Scott doesn’t like to use that name. It reminds him of his father, and anywhere except home should be a reprieve from the constant scrutiny and judgment. So instead, he decided to use Smajor as his last name, combining his first initial with his legal last name. It feels silly and lighthearted, turning something he hates into something that makes him snicker whenever someone mentions it. He’s gotten to the point where he and his friends have gaslighted half the school into thinking that Smajor is his legal last name, and Scott loves it. 

Scott Smajor. It just has a nice ring to it. 

Scott shoves open the massive doors and begins to walk through the impeccably manicured front lawn, the small cobbled path he treads upon surrounded on all sides by professionally trimmed hedges, perfectly cone-shaped birch trees, lavender bushes and poppies that ring the numerous ponds. The expanses of water are completely artificial except for the precisely placed lotuses floating serenely on the dark water, and even despite that concerning detail, anyone would think this was paradise. But Scott knew better. 

This garden is beautiful, sure, in the same way a postcard is beautiful. There’s always something… off about it. Maybe it’s the way the breeze doesn’t ruffle the leaves, the way that the ponds are always as still as ice. It just feels fake. Scott’s whole house feels fake, acres of space around it, a mansion in its own right. Made of stock-white marble, with sweeping buttresses and arching colonnades, it’s a work of architectural genius.

But just like the garden, it’s just about as genuine as the celebrities that pump themselves full of plastic and alter themselves so they resemble celestials, who are widely considered to be the most beautiful of the sentient species (though Scott personally thinks avians are the cutest, with their short stature and bird-like mannerisms). 

Scott quickens his pace, pushing open the wrought iron gate and stepping out onto a normal neighborhood street, typical houses lining the streets. Scott notices rain beginning to drip down from the sky. He sighs in relief, the cool water offering a reprieve from his destructive thoughts. His family are the only wealthy people on his block, and their estate covers most of the left side of the street- but if he ignores it, he can almost pretend he’s a normal gorgon with normal gorgon abilities, who’s just walking down the street to fetch his best friend. And that is what Scott’s doing, so at least he can have half of his fantasy.

He’s reached the small brick house at the end of the road, a simple, overgrown lawn and a cluttered pathway that offer a striking contrast to the perfectly manicured front garden of Scott’s house. He carefully walks up the dirt path, jumping left and right to avoid tripping on the toys strewn all over the walkway, presumably left there by Owen’s little sisters. And Owen has a lot of little sisters. But that’s to be expected with tieflings- the biological females are always born in pods of four or more, while the males are born only ever one at a time.

Scott makes it to the end of the path and gingerly climbs the rickety stairs up to Owen’s sagging front porch, rapping three times against the door with the old iron door knocker. Almost immediately, the dark mint green door swings open under Scott’s touch, paint flaking off and drifting into the air. Scott instinctively brushes the dried varnish off his clothes, the unpleasant sensation of the fabric against his skin tingling in his fingertips, as he looks up, straight into the bright smirk of his best friend.

“Scott!” Owen flashes Scott his trademark grin in greeting, his curly brown hair flopping down in front of his orange-tinted face between his two similar-colored horns. Suddenly, a screech erupts from inside the modest house, and Scott just near jumps out of his skin. Owen glares back into the house. “Pipe down, will you?” He rolls his eyes and slams the door shut. Scott can’t imagine having one sibling, much less the nine rambunctious little sisters that Owen has to live with daily. In this one aspect, at least, Scott doesn’t envy his best friend.

Owen sighs. “Sorry about that, how’s life at the mansion?” Their feet fall into synchronization as they begin the walk to school, the rain dribbling down even more now, splattering the sidewalk with dark stains. 

“It’s…fine,” Scott lies, turning his head to the side so he doesn’t have to meet his best friend’s eyes. Owen knows full well how much Scott hates it there, how much he wishes he could go somewhere else, anywhere else. He’s told Owen about his father and his mother and just…all that… multiple times, but Owen has never been the best at feelings, and though he’ll offer Scott a brisk hug on occasion, Scott’s learned it’s better just to not bring it up. He’s pretty sure Owen doesn’t want or need to hear about Scott’s trauma, if it can even be classified as trauma.

It can’t, really, nothing horrific has ever happened to him, just…his father. And though it hurts, Scott knows that it’s not half of what some people have to live through. But he’s still learned it’s better not to bring up his experiences with people, especially Owen. He doesn’t want to sour their friendship, doesn’t want to ruin anything he hasn’t already broken with his clumsy hands.

Owen surprises him this morning, though, grabbing Scott by his shoulders and turning him around to face him. “No, it’s not.” It’s not a question, and Owen’s face is serious, not his typical silly smirk. 

Scott tries weakly to smile, but he’s pretty sure it looks more like a grimace. “No, it’s not,” he mutters, repeating Owen’s statement as he stares up at the rain-heavy clouds.

“Is your dad being a dick again? From what I’ve seen, he’s a real unsavory man.” Owen’s not looking at Scott, which he appreciates. Scott doesn’t like eye contact very much, it always reminds him of how his father will stare at him, judging and prying and looking for any little imperfection he can pick at until Scott cracks and admits that yes, he is a disappointment. Sooner or later, Scott always has to admit that he’s nothing more. He knows that Father’s always right about that kind of thing.

“I don’t know if I would use that language, Owen- I’m sure he only wants what’s best for me.” Owen scoffs at his words. “What?!” Scott snaps, “He’s not a bad person, we just have differences sometimes.” Scott knows it’s not true, knows the words he speaks are false, but he can’t admit anything else to himself and he can’t let anyone else know how hard he’s got it, because in reality, he hasn’t got it that hard at all.

Owen throws Scott a skeptical glance, but he stays quiet about it the rest of the walk to Robert Aeor, the high school they both attend, and the conversations shifts to lighter topics, giving Scott a much-needed reprieve from thinking about himself, about how despicable he is, how he doesn’t deserve a friend like Owen-

He shakes the thoughts from his head, the rain beating down hard now, Scott’s uniform almost completely soaked through. “You couldn’t have thought to bring an umbrella,” he asks Owen sarcastically, a smirk lighting up the corners of his mouth.

Owen sighs dramatically. “No, Scott, I did not bring an umbrella. But neither did you!” He raises an eyebrow, poking Scott lightly in the chest. “Maybe you should think on that, eh, Mr Rich Guy? You’re the one with all the money.”

“I’m also the one who still eats a soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, Owen, as you may recall,” Scott jests, elbowing his best friend in the ribs. 

“Yeah, and what about that? You’ve been mooching lunch off me for the better part of five years, Scott Smajor, and when do I get paid back for all those pizza slices and bagel halves, huh?” Scott snickers slightly, and Owen’s face lights up. “Hah! I did it! I made you laugh!” Scott immediately quashes his grin. “What on earth are you talking about, young man?” Owen raises both eyebrows this time, a look that means he means business. “First,” he begins, counting off on his fingers, “I’m older than you-”

“By, like, a month,” Scott scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“A month and sixteen days,” Owen corrects, pointer finger raised authoritatively in the air. “And two, you’re always Mr Grumpapotamus- you almost never laugh!” He spreads his arms high in a wide, sweeping circle, as if to illustrate his point about just how much Scott never laughs.

“I do too laugh,” Scott grumbles, though he’s not really angry, he can’t remember the last time he was truly angry at Owen. “I laugh all the time.” “No, you absolutely do not!” Owen remarks incredulously.

“Do too,” Scott sulks, pushing his snakes out of his eyes. “You’re just not there to see it.”

“Scott, we’re literally together 24/7. That’s all the time, Scott. All the time!”

The conversation continues in this vein for quite some time, and before Scott knows it, they’ve reached Robert Aeor, the sizable brick building looming over his and Owen’s heads. Scott stares at the building, where he’s gone to school for the past three years. Soon he’ll be out of here, soon he’ll be eighteen, and then, as soon as he gets his college degree, he can get out of here.

Maybe he can even get a boyfriend- Scott’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake. No, that’s horrible, disgusting, what would Father think? He’s supposed to be fighting his imperfections, not leaning more into them, Owen’s the only one who knows Scott’s secret and that’s only because he guessed, he wheedled it out of Scott like only a best friend can do.

He can see Owen glancing over at him now, concerned, in his peripheral vision, but he doesn’t turn. He doesn’t deserve Owen’s worry and he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t need it. 

“Well, I guess we’d better-” Scott stops short in his sentence, because Owen’s hugging him, warm orange-tinged arms wrapping around Scott’s shoulders, and he thinks he might cry, he hasn’t been hugged in so long-

And then it’s over, and Owen’s whispering in his ear, “Stay safe, okay?” The thing is, Scott doesn’t know if he can. And that’s the part that hurts. 

[inexplicifics]

do you have any more of the forced marriage au you would like to show us? i may be slightly obsessed

Y'all are very good for my ego.

*

“Lunch,” Aiden says brightly. He has a little packet of herbs - it’s not a sort of tea Milena has had before, but it smells wonderful and tastes even better, and the bread is fairly fresh; the mustard is spicy enough that she has to stop and blink hard before taking a second bite.

“Fuck, little wolf, you gave her mine,” Aiden laughs. “Trade you.” He holds out a sandwich - unbitten - with much less mustard on it. Lambert grimaces.

“Shit, sorry.”

Milena trades sandwiches with Aiden, frowns, and turns to Lambert. “May I borrow a knife, please?”

Lambert raises an eyebrow, but gives her one. Milena carefully cuts about a third of her new sandwich off and holds it out to Aiden. “I will not need all of this, and I have already had a bite of that - it does not seem fair that you should be caught short.”

Aiden blinks at her for a long moment, and then, slowly, reaches out to take the chunk of sandwich. “Thank you,” he says, sounding rather confused. “That’s…kind of you.”

Milena frowns in equal confusion. “If nothing else, you are doing the running, while I am only being a sort of inconvenient baggage,” she says. “Surely you need more food than I.”

Aiden is still looking at her very oddly. “You,” he says at last, “are really not much like any other noblewoman I have ever encountered.”

[sketchehm]

the idea of humans taking care of a baby vampire is so fascinating. usually it's an older vampire taking care of the new ones, or the new one being on their own with no one to guide them from what ive seen. And how it switches the roles in dteam, making sap and george have to take care of most things instead of dream. also gives me the thought of Dream trying his best to keep them alive once he's more settled into being a vampire. Trying to prevent them from being like him. risking himself to ensure that they are gonna be fine, much to both of their concerns. because what if dream gets killed. what if he dies again. would he just come back again? can he even die anymore? they dont wanna find out

(also thinking of this AU mixed with the mafia mafia AU. once more with Dream dying, potentially during the exchange. Team gets to keep the body and they prepare a funeral and all but before it can happen, dream is awake.)

You have no idea how much mindless world building has been going through my head...

Playing on the notion of the different ways people can be turned from folklore, how I'm having this play out in this world, there are multiple ways to be turned, Vampires are a known Monster. But most of the other methods are thought to be just ways to get children to behave, how to be a model citizen, myths really. Mostly because...no one really notices when someone goes through these transformations unbit. It's always assumed that a rogue vampire was bit and abandoned by its sire, left to cause havoc in their town.

Yet...I'm thinking most "rogue" vampires, ones who lose their sense of rationality, are these unbit vampires. Going rogue because they have no Sire. No one to help them through this vampiric process. Unable to obtain most vampire features without a Sire's blood. No sharpen fangs to help them hunt and no supernatural powers to aid them in survival. Going after mainly livestock and unknowning passerbys...

Like I stated before, it's thought in folklore that vampires just crave to be dead and killing them is a mercy and I wanna say that's true for these rogue vampires. While they do lose their sense of rationality and rely on their hunger instinct, they're also bombarded with dreadful longing of someone they don't and will never have. Constantly hit with utter despair and sorrow and loneliness. In truth, they rather die again then having to be undead and full of this dreadful void inside of them. Getting more and more reckless so the hunters can finally give them peace....

Which leads us to Dream's unique circumstance!

Technically he is considered a rogue vampire with the lack of a Sire, but!!! He isn't alone.

Like there's a lot of things that come into Dream's favor besides having such two loving people by his side. The main one is their town being highly old fashion and always believing in the superstition. There just happens to be a lot more information about these unbitten vampires because the townsfolk are so highly keen with their ancestors warnings and stories.

It's why Sapnap believes more in the "curse" than George. Perhaps George was abandoned at this town and was able find Sapnap and Dream and the three of them have been together ever since. But Sapnap grew up there. He believes in it as much as any other townsfolk. Dream was always skeptical but that was more the underlying fear of being turned himself...he knew what he was doing and just wanted it to not be true...

But thankfully, a superstitious town can provide solutions other than killing said vampire. Such as luring the vampire into a forest for one.

Dream is still faced with the instinct of a baby vampire craving for a Sire, but what ends up happening are these instincts basically imprinting on George and Sapnap. It's like....a baby duckling in the fullest. A freshly turned vampire will usually see their Sire and immediately imprint on them, forming that mental connection, they know they're a vampire off the bat and know what to do as a fledgling, the Sire's blood reinforcing that and helping them develop further.

But Dream's instincts imprints on two humans.

And after the stare off they all had with each other(all the time his instincts need to imprint), these two humans are hugging him so tight and are so warm and they're crying oh no! Why are they so sad :(!! He wants to make them happy!!

His instinct go kinda crazy in loving Sapnap and George, something Dream already fundamently feels. It's Dream's rational brain that is...weary of such intense feelings. Loving George and Sapnap felt like breathing air, needed but always subconsciously happening, didn't even have to think about it. But now it's this little voice constantly begging and yearning and missing them!! Being so happy when they bring him blood, basically to the point of tears from the gratitude he feels. They take so good care of him!!!

And it's a George and Sapnap...not feeling too bothered by this new-ish Dream. They /like/ Dream relying on them. It feels good to provide for him. After all this time of Dream taking care of them...which lead to his death...well! They're gonna take responsibility and make sure hiss...unliving life is the best as they can make it!! If they can...get him to stop crying and whining when they have to go back to the town before daybreak...Dream...Dream please we'll be back, just go to sleep, look how cozy we made this cave for you....OK ok we'll stay until you fall asleep of course...yes you can hold our hands.....

The two of them need to go get their own food (unable to share their catches with Dream, his bite poisoning any meat he bites into....at least that's what they were told...) and do more research on how to help Dream (and protect themselves). Trying to find ways to prepare for winter. Already building up stock of winter clothes and supplies to build a more suitable shelter for Dream.

I want to say their initial weariness of Dream doesn't last too long. But it's always this excuse they have on what Dream isn't allowed to have or do certain things. They use Dream's vampirism as a way to keep him just for themselves, for as long as they can...Dream isn't allowed to hunt because what if it triggers something in him and then he turns on them! Dream needs to kneel and be patient and have the catch put in his mouth, he can't be food aggressive! He can't let his hunger take hold of his mind, he needs to practice being good and patient now!! It's turns...very possessive very fast lmao

Which is like. On par with Sires. Something else I can mess with really...(fledglings just innately having whoever they imprinted on Want to take care of them...it's subtle and not noticeable really to the person, but a real difference is noticeable to anyone else)

But Dream wants to give back. After a while of being taken care of and finally getting his wits about him, instincts settling enough to see how George and Sapnap are wearing themselves thin....His constant worries of them turning out like him scares him too. The more pressing of his instincts flaring and upset at the thoughts of Sapnap and George potentially dying. Dream can't take care of them as a rogue vampire if they're also rogue vampires!! What if they die and he never finds out!!! What if the town gets to their bodies before he can...they'll burn them to a crisp before they can even have a chance of waking up again...he can't let that happen.

It's a mess in his mind too and comes to the conclusion he needs to make it easier on them. Building his own makeshift traps to catch rabbits and other small prey. Growing confident that if he can provide for himself he can provide for them too :)!! Trying to help further build the shelter into something Sapnap and George can stay in forever with him!! With him...forever...where they can all be safe and happy...

And he's proudly showing Sapnap and George everything he's done. Showing his Sires how good of a fledgling he is :)!!

Sapnap and George....are basically horrified. Interrogating where Dream got certain supplies ("In...the town...but I wasn't seen I swear!! I know you guys were talking about needing this and and...") and where he got food like chickens and obviously domesticated ducks and rabbits ("well it...you know that farm...but it was really easy and they'll think it was a fox really! I...wasn't seen! I made sure!!")

And Dream can already feel his inner fledgling cowering. He made them mad and worried and sad and disappointed...he's a bad fledgling....

But George and Sapnap will shower him in affection but not approval, holding him so close between the two. He can't leave the forest, you never know what might happen, you can never be too sure!! We already did the research, you need to trust us, you don't have a regular vampire's powers, but we'll take care of you, please Dream...what if we lose You.../again/...we can't get you back another time. Please Dream. We'll be safe we promise

"Promise...?"

"Just for you. We won't leave you alone." George's voice is so reassuring and Dream knows he can trust it...

"Forever together?"

"Forever." Sapnaps voice has no hesitation and is so earnest and genuine. Something that Dream knows he can trust it...

But Dream's instincts knows his Sires aren't immortal. Dream knows himself they're just humans. Even if Dream is just as vulnerable as them, he can't bear the thought of something happening to them. They need to stay here with him....and he'll figure it out somehow...

Anyways! Mafia au side track :3

Funny enough, suicide was also another folklore reasoning for turning into a vampire :^) (along with being a criminal, or being super depressed and alone. Or a premature/sudden death)

Q who just shot Dream after seeing all the commotion happening, before being shot himself.

Sapnap screaming and running towards Dream and begging he stays awake. The other mafia members rushing towards them. Sapnap screaming at all of them to go away, they cause this, this is their fault any of this happened.

George being able to drag Sapnap away from Dream's body screaming and crying to let him go. Having to knock him out to take him back home...if he will even consider it home after this...

I imagine the guys preparing Dream's body and trying to have it bless so he doesn't come back undead. They super believe in all of it and are wanting to take every precaution. But Sapnap refusing for any of them to do anything. He doesn't want them near Dream. They can fuck right off. He'll bury Dream himself if he has to.

It's Dream groggily sitting up asking why they're all screaming....(and then they all start truly screaming)

[funky-boat-zone]

(Werebeast AU)

Star is unsure how he is going to manage his fleet as an unbitten person and make sure that the stars try control the beasts within.

Zero, on the other hand, might try to assert dominance over the Z-stacks.

at the very least, star might be able to use ten cents as a proxy for his orders. zero, on the other hand? best of luck to him if his fleet decides they won’t listen to/respect him, he’s gonna need it.

[anythingtrxsh]

any fics where either one of them are in denial of their feelings for the other?

boy do i have a fic for you 

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) [64k] by wowoashley {fake dating au-- i mean this is a classic so you’ve probably already read it but! i still love it a lot}

retrouvailles [42k] by inevitaeble {high school au-- i’m really not kidding when i tell you half this fic is guk being stupid about his feelings. chaeyoung in this is all of us and tbh i love that for us. worth it though anon! totally worth it}

Comeback Kids [35k] by rix {hockey au-- cocky kim taehyung is everything in the world to me}

fever started long ago [22k] by thestarsabove {canon compliant-- an ICONIC fic i love it i looooveee ittttt}

Unbitten [19k] by veausy {abo au-- the tag literally say ‘dumb boys in love’ and its so accurate it hurts}

bendy rulers [12k] by ataezingkookie {college au-- this fic made me want to hit myself in the face. thats how stupidly and adorably annoying jeongguk’s dumbass is}

He Tells Me, "Stay If You Can" [8k] by vestals {college au-- tbh with you i’m pretty sure i’ve read this fic before and i cant really remember how it went? i love vestals though}

happy reading!! 

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

An Orchard Far Away

An Orchard Far Away by minnow doodle doo

Shouta and Hitoshi are just trying to get to Shouta's family farm unbitten and in one piece. But when they find a little girl with amazing powers running from some very unpleasant people, they have to change their plans a bit.

Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Eri, Toogata Mirio, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Eri & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Zombie AU, Angst, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Eri, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, quirkless au, Angst with a Happy Ending, for once I'm writing a happy ending, past erasermic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25098043

[retro-rezz-the-est]

The Right Alpha (Drew/Reader/Roman A/B/O smut)

Summary: Just some lovely threesome action with our favorite Samoan and our thicc Scottish bastard (so just pretend that Ro is still on RAW lmao).

Word Count: 6,464 ^^;

Warnings: mentions of a dickbag ex-boyfriend in the beginning, semi-public sex, Drew being a tad bit of a little shit (bc that’s a warning on its own lol), possessiveness, biting/marking, anal and I think that’s it??? Correct me if i’m wrong lmao. Also, this is my first time writing anything AU themed, so feedback is appreciated! :)

(A/N: Here it is, y’all! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. My brain was just in 1000 different places at once lol. Thank you all so so so so much for 400+ followers, and I can’t tell you all how much I love and appreciate every single last one of you <3. Here’s to 500 and more threesome fic action!)

(Y/n): your name

“Oh, come on!”

“We said no, (Y/n), and that’s final,” Ember chastised you from her seat nearby, her golden irises seeming to flare when the Scot’s name came out of your mouth.

Your eyes went to slits as you turned your head to face her, pulling your leg out from underneath you to let Roman lace up your ring boots. “Well, why don’t you guys like him? He hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Exactly, small fry. He hasn’t,” the Samoan said. “Yet.”

Groaning, you hopped off of the supply crate you sat on and leaned up against the back wall. They never did seem to like seeing anyone get close to you, especially after the whole situation with your asshole of an ex-boyfriend.

You could still hear all of the names he called you, how he kept you away from Ember and Ro for long periods of time, and how he tried to make you wear that fucking collar that read “Omega Bitch” on it…

After that whole fiasco (and after you had to physically pull Ember off of him for cheating on you with some unmated girl he picked up from a bar), they were there to keep you stable and well.

And away from any and all potential partners.

“But, Drew’s different, I think. He seems like a sweet guy.”

The fiery haired woman scoffed, replying, “Yeah, a ‘sweet guy’ who has a record of bagging and shagging Omegas for a quick fuck and then leaving them the very next night for a new score.”

“She’s got a point, (Y/n). Literally everyone on the damn roster knows about his record,” Ro added, coming up to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist. “We just want to protect you after what happened last time.”

“Oh, really? Is that why you always step up to him whenever he gets 10 feet away from me?

Pulling you closer, he rested his chin on top of your head and chuckled, feeling you try to shove him away.

“You know, just because you two are Alphas-”

“And your best friends…”

“-doesn’t mean that you have to shield me from virtually everyone who comes in my path,” you continued, rolling your eyes at her intrusion. “Besides, my true mate is out there somewhere. Are you guys just gonna shield me from them too?”

You felt Roman move away from you just as you saw Ember rise from her own seat.

“Of course not, girl,” she answered, bumping her forehead against yours. “But, it’s just not gonna be him. Believe me, I know these things.”

The three of you shared a laugh and you could feel their unique scents wrap around you. As comforting as it was, you could still feel Roman’s eyes lock onto the back of your head with a strange firmness, almost as if he didn’t want to look away…

“Anyway, you still have to get dressed and prepped for our tag match tonight, Moon, so I suggest you go do that.”

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you turned her around and lightly pushed her in the direction of the women’s locker room, gaining another soft chuckle from her.

“I suppose I have to. Don’t wanna go out to the ring in my sweats,” she commented, letting out a dramatic sigh and walking away.

Placing his forehead to yours, you felt him give you another quick squeeze before letting go. “Kick some Riott Squad ass out there, ya heard?”

“Aye, captain.”

You gave him a mock salute and waved as he too walked off, leaving you alone in the large hallway as echoes of the ongoing Universe bounced off the concrete walls. Pivoting on your heel, you grabbed your leather jacket from the crate behind you and sauntered off, unaware of the large Scotsman’s presence nearby.

A few minutes had passed of you walking over to the stage area to mentally prepare yourself for your match until a whiff of strong whiskey, leather and amber swept itself under your nose.

Oh, fuck me…

“Well, hello there, leannan.” (sweetheart)

You felt the hairs on your arm rise as you slowly turned around to face the large Scot, his feet falling heavily on the ground as he stalked towards you.

“H-Hey there, Drew,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “W-What are you d-doing here?”

“I couldn’t help but overhear ya talkin’ ‘bout me with your two… friends… a little while ago and I saw ya gettin’ a little bit flustered,” he said as he continued to walk towards you with a smirk on your face, your feet propelling your body to move backwards.

This dance continued for a quick moment of silence before your back hit a nearby wall and he placed his hands on said wall to keep you there, trapped and in place for him.

Alone.

“You can feel it too, right, lass? Tell me ya can.”

Oh crap, crap, fuck, you thought as you felt his scent cover you like a warm duvet. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded and you mewled, lolling your head to the side.

A deep rumble shook his chest as he took in the sight of the unbitten nape of your neck. “Ah, so you’re unclaimed as well? I can change that one for ya, gaol.” (love)

His body pressed against yours next to the stage area, taking one hand to hold your head and the other to grip your waist. Leaning down, he rested his head in the crook of your neck and took in heavy whiffs of your own lavender, honey and cherry scent.

Should I tell him? Oh god, if I do then Roman will actually kill him. Especially Ember, your mind ran at a million miles an hour when he brushed his nose against the sensitive spot underneath your chin and you sighed contently.

Drew’s hand on your waist began to drift skyward and held you tighter, as if you were going to drift away if he let go. He chuckled and you felt it even through the layers of your ring gear, and you could slowly feel yourself drifting further and further into his touch…

“McIntyre! You get your grimy paws off her right the fuck now!”

Oh shit.

The two of you quickly departed when Ember roared. Her hair began to glow as brightly as her eyes did in that moment, and you swore you could see her teeth get sharp and her nails grow.

“I am so dead,” you murmured to yourself as she booked it over to the two of you at full speed, nearly colliding with the Scottish man when she stopped.

Going toe-to-toe with him, she growled, “If you ever, ever, ever, put your filthy hands on my friend again, I swear on everything that I’ll rip your balls off.”

She scoffed, stepping back to eye him up and down. “And trying to claim her when she’s clearly not your mate? Now that’s just pathetic, even for you, Drew.”

That’s because he is! you mentally screamed at her as she shoved her hand between the two of you and shoved, pulling you away from the wall.

She tugged you towards the stage area and you willingly went with her, despite all of your nerves and inner thoughts telling you otherwise. “Come on, (Y/n). Our match is just about to go on.”

Glancing back at Drew, you frowned a little, seeing his slightly hurt expression and how Ember’s nails left a slight mark on his chest. You sighed, placing a smile on your face anyways and letting Ember lead you two out as her theme began to play overhead.

Getting the win felt good, but pinning Ruby felt even better.

The adrenaline had your blood pumping and had you energized for exactly the length of time it took for you and Ember to get from the ring and back to backstage before everything just left you feeling almost jet lagged.

Walking back into the large hallway, you locked eyes with a solemn McIntyre standing nearby and apparently, the woman next to you had clearly noticed. She bared her teeth and gnashed them at him, making you flinch and grab her wrist to hold her back.

You sped off, towing the female Alpha behind you and occasionally looked back to catch his eyes but just missing him as his own theme started to play. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, walked through the curtain and oh shit he forgot about him.

Staring daggers at him from inside the ring was a very determined looking Roman Reigns, shoulders squared and all. Drew walked down to the ring eyeing him right back, shucking off his jacket and tossing it into the timekeeper’s area.

He stepped over the ropes and made his slightly shaking hands into fists, feeling his heart race and hearing the bell go off to signal the start of the match. The two of them rushed at each other and grappled for a second, Roman managing to get his head in the crook of his arm.

The match seemed to speed up as Drew was able to corner him against one of the turnbuckles. An odd look that appeared on his face was soon replaced with one of sheer anger when Roman smelled the air around him. Even with the Scot’s hand pressing his face into the ringpost, he still managed to catch a whiff of something familiar…

His Alpha instincts screamed confusion and upset and protect as he felt his eyes dilate. Throwing his elbow into the other man’s chest, he was able to shove him back far enough so he could grip his chin.

“Why do you smell like her, huh?!” he yelled, teeth beginning to extend. “What the hell did you do to her?!”

Confused, Drew thought, Wait, he picked up her scent as well? I thought only true mates cou-

His train of thought was interrupted with an abrupt shove and a rapid clothesline by Roman, making him fall to the ring mat. Standing on shaky legs, he didn’t even see his opponent hit him with his iconic Spear and go for the pin. The match was then over before he could even blink.

The ref raised Roman’s arm in victory before he tore it away in favor of kneeling down to face the fallen Scot. Moving to his ear, he whispered, “Don’t you even think about touching her again, McIntyre. I’m warning you now.”

He got up just as quickly and rolled out of the ring, stalking straight up the ramp and backstage without any hesitation. Roaming the hallways, he finally found his destination and banged on the door.

“(Y/n), open up! We need to talk now!”

“Gimme a second, Ro! I’m almost done packing my stuff!” you threw back, zipping up your duffel bag and hoisting the strap onto your shoulder.

Sitting on a nearby bench, Sasha lifted her head and raised her eyebrows at the Alpha’s insistent door knocking.

“What’s his deal, sis?”

A nervous chuckle suddenly leapt from you as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Well, actually…”

Another loud bang came from the door, startling the hell out of you both. Letting out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding in, you shakily made your way to the door and opened it, seeing an angry Roman fresh out of his match.

Sasha slipped in behind you and looked up, seeing how straight-faced he was before letting out an “I’ll see you later, (Y/n)” and leaving the locker room. As the violet haired woman’s figure turned the corner, he gripped your forearm and shoved you back through the door.

Quickly locking it behind him, he turned back to you rather slowly, giving you time to access him. His hands were clenched into fists, a vein was faintly popping out of his neck and his breathing was very rugged.

“Why did Drew smell like you tonight?”

A pin could drop and you would hear it from how quiet the space had gotten, a light hum from the lights above and his own breathing being the only noises heard. “Is there something you want to tell me, (Y/n)?”

You placed your duffel back onto the bench behind you and looked down, folding your hands together. “Well… he may have kinda… cornered me… in the hall before my match?”

“He what?!” Roman roared, making you take a few steps back.

“But, Ember was there to get him away from me and set him in his place… but not before he scented me.”

That seemed to hit him harder than anything as the two of you went quiet again for a heartbeat more. It was enough for his eyes to dilate a lot more and for him to steadily make his way to you.

Just like with Drew, you soon found yourself chest to chest with a hulking Alpha against the wall nearest to you, panting slightly with anticipation as your own eyes grew wide and the Omega in you screamed for him.

Wait, what? you asked your brain, confused as to why he had the same effect on you as Drew did. This has never happened before.

Well, he’s never been this protective over you. Not since…

Your mind shot a blank when you felt his wet hair brush against your skin, igniting metaphorical sparks as he moved his head. He held your biceps in his large hands and just like Drew, he placed his head in the crook of your neck and sighed.

Deciding to savor this moment of privacy yourself, you rested your head on his, feeling him run his jaw up and down your exposed neck. Instantly, you were hit with a wave of him; a feeling of calm and familiar rolled over your body and you smiled.

But this was different. This was something… more…

As the Alpha’s usual coconut, sandalwood and ocean breeze scent filled your lungs, your mind drifted to images and dreams of you two lounging on a beach somewhere in each other’s arms, laughing at nothing while you sip a strawberry daiquiri as the sun set on a clear sky…

No… it couldn’t be… you couldn’t have…

Could you?

Was this even possible?

You let out a squeak as he got even closer, the hardness of his vest pressing you harder against the wall. Hands already placed on his shoulders, you felt his chest rumble with a faint delight when you responded to his touches.

As quickly as the image popped into your head, it seemed to fade just as fast when he let you go and made you exhale from the long contact. He gently took your chin in his hand and raised your head to look at him, staring you square in the eye.

“I don’t want you smelling like him anymore, (Y/n),” he uttered, his eyes dilating back to normal and going soft. “If he tries that shit again, you come to me, ok?”

Without waiting for your response, he strode over to the door, unlocked it and made his exit, leaving you stunned and your body wanting all at the same time.

What the hell am I gonna do?

For the next week, Roman wouldn’t leave your side, not even for a second. Even Ember started to notice the near possessiveness the hulking Alpha was demonstrating and quite frankly, it freaked the hell out of her.

Hell, he even had the nerve to walk you down the ramp and accompany you to your rematch against Ruby dressed like a damn bouncer that following Monday, despite you continuously telling him not to. As the bell rang and the two of you went after each other, you could still feel his piercing gaze watch every move you made.

Everything was going well for you so far. You had managed to get Ruby’s shoulder’s down for the pin, and the ref’s hand was slamming down on the mat.

1!

2!

You waited for the three-count, but it never came because of the sound of blaring bagpipes that was Drew’s theme. Glancing towards the ring gave you the vision of a very pissed off Scottish Alpha who was currently focused on one Roman Reigns.

What the hell is he doing here? you mused, hefting yourself off of the Riott Squad member. Moving your gaze to them, you saw that they were engaged in a heated argument, standing face to face with fingers being pointed. One thing led to another and soon enough, both men were throwing fists in each other’s faces.

“What the hell are you two doing?! Stop!” you screamed at them, hoping that they’d hear you.

But they didn’t.

You didn’t see Ruby get off her back, and you certainly didn’t see the incoming kick she landed on the back of your neck. With you dazed, she quickly hit you with a roll-up and caught the three-count.

Her theme stated to play as she rolled out of the ring and rushed up the ramp, not wanting to see the outcome of your situation. As it stopped, you were left kneeling in the ring, shocked and tugging at the ends of your hair.

Small tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as you eyed the two men at ringside. Your wolf screamed anger and hurt, and you just wanted to get away from those two bastards. You got yourself up and stepped out of the ring ropes just in time to shove past both of them to walk backstage.

What was all that about? Do they know about… that already? Am I completely and utterly screwed. Do they know that I have to choose?

Every step towards the women’s locker room felt like a solid punch to your heart as thoughts kept raging in your mind, keeping you on your toes when you turned a corner.

“(Y/n)!”

Shit.

You stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the hallway, silently cursing that there was no one around who could help you. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the walls and headed in your direction, but you couldn’t move yourself to look at them.

“Shit, small fry, we didn’t mean to-”

“‘M sorry this màthair (motherfucker) wasn’t-”

Their barrage of word vomit made you pivot on your heel, and you could feel your eyes begin to glow brighter and dilate more.

“Will the both of you please shut the fuck up?!”

And that line did it for them.

Sighing, you dropped your head into the palm of your hand and took a deep breath. No need to lose your shit over this, (Y/n). Just calm down.

“Ro,” you resumed, “i know you care about me and I know you want to protect me, but you don’t have to hover around my shoulder 24/7! I need space to breathe, you know.”

Turning to the Scot, you pointed a finger at him and said, “And you, Drew, you don’t have to step up to my friends just because they want what’s best for me. You have to see that. Now, can you both please tell me what’s wrong without killing each other in the process?”

Both men’s heads spun to the side to face the other, teeth bared and hands at the ready.

“I don’t want him fucking touching my mate!” they both roared at the same time.

Boom.

…

…

…

The lack of sound was deafening when you asked, “...your what? Roman, how long have you known?”

“Ever since you came to me with Ember after the situation with your ex,” the Samoan in front of you answered, shoving his hair back and glancing back at you. “That’s why I didn’t want you to get close with the Scot.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it, Reigns!”

“What did you say to me?” he demanded, pressing up against the other Alpha.

“I said it’s bullshit,” he smirked, looking down at him. “I’ve locked onto her scent for months now. I had a feelin’ about it, and I confirmed that last week.”

“So you cornered her to prove your damn point? Is that why I smelled her on you during our match last week?!”

They both turned to face you, making you shudder under their intense gazes. Drew gestured to you, saying, “Maybe we should let the lady decide for herself.”

What?

“So, lass, which one of us is tellin’ the truth?”

You wanted to shrink down into your skin in that moment. You had to tell them. It was the moment of truth.

But… would they accept it?

“Um… here’s the thing…” you started, gingerly holding the back of your neck. “I haven’t been the most… honest… person with you two either.”

Roman crossed his arms, confused. “What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

“Well, both of you seem to draw the same reaction out of me, since you both had scented me last week, so I think that you both are my mates.”

As you finished, you let out a soft nervous giggle, but the two Alphas in front of you weren’t laughing. The aura in the hall felt like all the air was sucked out of it in that one moment, the tension being so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife if you could.

After what seemed like hours of nothing being said, Roman piped up. “Why didn’t you say anything, small fry?”

“Are you kidding me?! You two try to murder each other on a weekly basis, so imagine what would’ve happened if I told you, or you for that matter,” you countered, looking back at Drew, “that your rival was also my mate.”

“She’s got a point there,” he pointed out.

“Shut up, asshole.”

You uttered, “This is exactly what I was talking about. We can’t even have a decent conversation without you two throwing jabs at each other.”

“How does this even work, (Y/n)?” Roman questioned, his eyes softening.

You shrugged as you placed your hands on your hips. “I don’t know the fucking biology of being an Omega. All I know is that you two are my mates and that I get super turned on when I’m around you.”

Oh fuck, I didn’t mean to say that, you thought, cursing the Omega in you wanting to jump their bones. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to keep more inner thoughts from coming out, but it was already too late.

Both men raised a brow at the comment, Drew chuckling at your newfound embarrassment.

“So what you’re sayin’ is…. is that you’re turned on right now?”

Don’t nod, don’t nod, don’t do fucking anything.

But, your brain and your nerves had other plans for the night as you nodded in agreement. He walked the short distance to you and cupped your jaw, drawing you to face his eyes. The Scot noticed how you weren’t fighting him off and he chuckled at your submission.

“That’s good, then.”

And with that, he drew you up to his waiting mouth and planted a hard kiss to your own, leaving you weak in the knees. His lips claimed yours in a heated dance that left you wanting - no, craving - more.

You couldn’t help but trail after his mouth when he slowly pulled away, leaving more than an ache between your thighs. Roman growled, stepping forward to handle him himself but you thrusted your arm out, holding him back.

“Leave him, Ro,” you told him, trying to keep your own body up on your shaky legs. “I’m fine.”

“You heard the caileag (girl), Reigns. She’s into it.” A lewd grin slid onto his face when you voiced your approval. His hands continued their path from his sides and onto your body, gripping your hips and moving you closer.

A minute passed before you asked, “So, what do we do now?”

“Well,” Drew spoke, his voice dripping faintly with lust, “I say we take our activities somewhere more… private.”

You shivered, seeing his teeth grow and feeling his scent start to seep into your skin. You were momentarily snapped out of your drifting by Roman, who cleared his throat.

“Is this ok with you, (Y/n)? I don’t want him trying to force you to do anything,” he said, maneuvering himself behind you and running his palms up and down your arms.

You mock him, “Is this ok with me? Have you ever seen the two of you? Of course I’m good with this.”

Drew roared with laughter, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Where should we take this now, (Y/n)?”

“I feel like I’ll explode if I have to wait any longer and frankly, I don’t think you can wait either,” you chided as you ground down against both of their bulges, making them groan.

“Alright, then. So let’s just continue it here.”

Wait, what?

As soon as you opened your mouth, Drew slammed his lips back onto yours, claiming them as his once again. His tongue slipped in-between your lips to entangle itself with your own as Roman began to pepper kisses along the back and down your neck. The Samoan then bit down harshly, pulling a moan from you as he sucked a dark mark into the skin.

Surprisingly, through the feeling of getting drunk off of two Alphas trying to get in your pants, your logistical side kicked in.

Wrenching your lips from the man in front of you, you wondered, “Wait a minute, what if someone sees us?”

“They won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”

Roman’s voice piped up from behind you, his hands moving to your hips and switching their place with the Scot’s. He continued to place love bites on the column of your neck while Drew’s lips left your own and began to trail down your jaw.

Planting a final bite to your bottom lip, he moved down to the side of your neck that Roman hadn’t marked up yet and setting down his own claims on you. Your skin was ablaze with a burning need for something to happen, and you guys had just started.

You wanted them to bite you, mark you. Show the whole world that you had been blessed with two burly Alpha males.

Tilting your head back, you whined and pressed Drew’s head into your skin to voice what you couldn’t say. His chest rumbled with a caged laughter, slightly humbled by your enthusiasm.

“We’ll get to that soon, nighean bheag (baby girl). Just be patient.”

His mouth trailed from down your neck and hit the top of your chest, licking and biting at any patch of skin he could reach. He reached up to cup your breast, fondling it briefly before pulling down your ring top and eyeing your hardened nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and made you tug on his hair, holding his head still while Roman reached into your top to massage the other one.

The two men seemed to work together in a weird way you hadn’t seen before as when Drew finished working on one of your nipples, Roman would move on to pinch and tug at it when he moved to the other. It made your lower belly go warm and made you smile a little.

As he continued to make his way down, Ro made it his effort to keep you entertained up top with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Omega,” he murmured before softly placing his lips on yours. “I can smell your needy pussy from up here. But, I’m gonna let him have a taste first.”

You felt your face grow warm and chose to focus your vision on the wall behind Drew, but they both weren’t having that tonight.

A sharp pinch on your thigh through your fishnets brought your attention back to the man who was currently on his knees in front of you. “Ya better not be spacing out on us, leannan. We need you t’ see how ready you are for us.”

His accent was muddy with lust as he gripped the sides of your ring shirts and pulled them down, you toeing them off when they reached your ankles. A ripping sound followed thereafter when he put a large hole in the crotch of your tights to expose the black cotton panties you wore.

“Mmm,” he moaned, pressing his nose in the apex of your thighs and inhaling deeply, “ya smell absolutely divine, lass. We’ve barely touched ya and you’re already drippin’ wet.”

Barely? Um, the various hickies on my neck beg to differ.

You held the catty remark back just as he ran his fingers up and down where your slit was, causing you to buck your hips in his face.

“Roman, if ya wouldn’t mind…?”

He smirked, moving his rough hands to your thighs. “Gladly.”

He held them tight and spread them, hoisting you up to keep them apart. He was strong enough to hold you there - and more than likely enough to do some other things to you - and that made a shiver run down your spine.

A breeze hit your bare lower lips when Drew dragged your panties to the side and stared at your juices shining in the low light.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. You’re soaked, (Y/n). I wonder if I just…”

The sentence trailed off into nothing as he leaned forward to lick a stripe from the bottom of your lips to the top, spreading them to circle your clit with his thumbs. A loud moan almost left you, but you placed your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.

Roman tutted at you, biting your earlobe and tugging on it. “Oh no you don’t, baby girl. You’re gonna let the entire arena know who’s making you feel this good. So, take that hand from your mouth now.”

Slowly drawing your hand away, you felt Drew blow on your clit and suck it into his mouth, suctioning his lips around the small but. This time, you didn’t try to hide the noise that you let out, your Omega side going crazy at the thought of being pleasured by your true mates.

He moved his fingertips down your labia and went straight for your hole, sliding a thick one in and groaning at your tightness. The vibrations ran from your core up and you tried to wrap your thighs around his head but Roman’s grip prevented you from doing so.

He peeked over your shoulder and groaned at the sight, rutting his hips into your ass. He saw the Scottish Alpha slide two more of his fingers into you and felt you squirm in his hold, the sight making him grow even harder. Shutting his eyes, he bent his head back and banged it against the wall behind him but not before he heard Drew call his name.

“Spread her ass, Roman. I have an idea.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis when you heard that. Even in your arousal fueled daze, you managed to choke out a moan and grind your hips down on the Scot’s fingers.

His brows furrowed, picking his head back up to face you. “This alright with you, (Y/n)?”

Oh Roman, always the protective one, you thought when you nodded, your nerves igniting at the thought.

That was all the approval Drew needed before the man behind you grasped your ass and spread your cheeks, exposing your back hole to his waiting eyes. Gliding his wet fingers from your core and to your ass made you shudder at the sudden emptiness but groan at the newfound wet feeling.

Looking up at you, a soft grin was in place of his usual cocky smirk as he kissed the exposed skin of your thighs and slid his index finger into you.

You were pretty sure that groans you two made that second were ricocheting off the walls at that point with your nails currently biting into the skin of Roman’s arms. One hand flew to the back of Drew’s head when he moved his tongue back to your clit, flicking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

The coil in your core grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment and with each finger Drew added to your ass. Three fingers later, you were trembling in Roman’s hold and willing yourself not to cum all over his face. Luckily, he withdrew his fingers just in time to sit back and watch your own slick drip down from your empty cunt and into your gaping ass.

The erotic sight made him squeeze his cock through his ring trunks, releasing a pent up moan from within him. As he rose, the sight of your wrecked form with marks covering your neck and shoulders seemed to have an effect on both men. A silent agreement between the two lead Roman to place you on the ground shakily as they removed their pants to expose their hard members to you.

Drawing your eyes from the floor, they stuck to their cocks, inches on inches of throbbing Alpha that made your legs even more shaky and your core throb with anticipation.

“So, who’s getting where, boys?” you asked, chuckling slightly with how drunk you were on both of them.

Side eyeing each other, they nodded and each grabbed one of your arms, spinning you around so that your front faced Roman and that your back hit Drew’s chest.

“I’m gonna need more of that tight ass of yours, love,” he responded, desire dripping from his tongue. He slapped your ass then, the sound bouncing off the walls and your ears. He snickered when you ground back against him as if to ask for more, but he just lifted you up and wrapped your legs around Roman instead.

“Hey there, small fry.”

The softness that had lingered in his eyes before was soon overtaken by dilated pupils when roman held onto your hips and Drew spread your cheeks to expose your hole. Both men angled themselves against you, causing your lower half to quiver, and they slowly slid into you.

You couldn’t form into words the feeling of being filled at both ends. When Drew popped into your ass, you shut your eyes and stars formed behind your lids. They both began their slow thrusting to get you warmed up, but your whimpers and whines almost made them lose their cool a few times.

“Harder, please, I need it.” Your needy Omega side was starting to come forth, and you bounced on both men as best you could to achieve that feeling.

“To hell with it,” Drew growled, slapping your ass once more before pistoning his hips into yours, beckoning Roman to do the same.

“Yes, yes!” you sobbed as they set a brutal pace, feeling their cocks rub against each other through your wall’s thin tissue. The sound of skin slapping on skin was deafening and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head when Roman hit your spot dead-on.

Tilting your head back again, you rested it on Drew’s broad shoulder and rocked your hips forward when your Samoan started lapping at your breasts. Sweat began to drip down and off of all of you, none of you caring anymore whether someone heard you fucking or not. You felt their knots start to swell underneath you, causing you to push back harder against them. They both roared at this, each of them going back down to give your neck more hickies.

“We’re not gonna knot ya, (Y/n),” Drew panted, his voice hot and heavy in your ear. “We’ll save that for another time.”

“Yeah, a time when we’re actually in a bed,” Roman added, chuckling at your expression.

You clenched down on both of them and they groaned, holding back their own impending release for when you came. You actually weren’t that far off from them because the coil in your core seemed to snap when they looked at each other, eyes dark and teeth sharp. They looked down at your bite ridden neck and bit down harshly, piercing the skin and marking you.

That’s what did it for you.

When your slick gush onto Roman’s cock in fervish, he spilled his own load inside you as he gripped your already bruise covered hips. Drew was the last to fall over that edge, shooting his hot cum deep inside your ass and revelling in the feeling.

The three of you panted and slumped against each other in a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. The wall against Roman’s back would’ve been a blessing if he had his shirt off but for now, he’d just enjoy the moment for the time being.

A few seconds had passed of you all being connected when you said, “I don’t think I can walk for the rest of the night.”

Your cheeks were flushed to oblivion, and you felt like you were fucked six ways from Sunday. Still holding you, Roman suggested, “Maybe we should take a breather for a minute. Or five. Or fifty.”

“I like the sound of that,” the Scot agreed, nuzzling your hair and smiling. His accent was still thick but you still managed to hear everything he said.

You mind began to drift off as you felt them lap at the bonding marks they made on you. Even though your entire body ached and you were probably going to waste an entire bottle of concealer to cover up your various bruises, you couldn’t be more happy.

You continued to drink in the mixture of the warm and cool scents around you, letting it fill your lungs and enter your heart. It’s be like this every day with them, hopefully.

Your true mates.

~~Tag List: @writinglionqueen @writing-reigns @i-have-saracasm @yaint-me @calum-hoodwinked-me @missmoxy @gold--gucciempress @melinated-moon-goddess @meishaabae @luciddrreamss @neversatisfiedgirl @the-carter-mob-don @aj-mac21 @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @finnsauroraborealis @tacoshu @ladytea19 @candicelerae @sassybrose @bambitaz @lookalivesunshine-x @liamakorn @rosequartz-ext @deepdisireslonging @flawlessglamazon @myorlandobloomersareshowing @thegoblin-maiden @justsimplevicky @taryn-dibiase @caramara3 @hardcorewwetrash~~

Send an ask or a DM if you wanna get added to the tag list!

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

An Orchard Far Away

An Orchard Far Away by minnow doodle doo

Shouta and Hitoshi are just trying to get to Shouta's family farm unbitten and in one piece. But when they find a little girl with amazing powers running from some very unpleasant people, they have to change their plans a bit.

Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Eri, Toogata Mirio, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Eri & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Zombie AU, Angst, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Eri, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, quirkless au, Angst with a Happy Ending, for once I'm writing a happy ending, past erasermic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25098043

[thatsparrow]

last 10 opening lines

RULES: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends. 

this has been sitting in my draft for uhhhh months? but I’m feeling stuck on fic writing so I thought it might be fun to revisit

1. Fjord is sacrificed to Uk'otoa when he's fourteen. He'd been stripped down to his underthings that morning by two of the priest's acolytes, stone-faced men tattooed from forehead to fingertip in yellow-orange scales who'd painted him up in matching pigments; the dye sat thick as mud on Fjord's skin and felt no less dirty.       -- “don’t know how I survived (I must’ve slipped between its teeth)” (critical role)

2. "Look, I know how this is supposed to go, but I'm not saying it, okay? Maybe I would if I was an extra in a TNT drama, or some nobody standing up at the local church hall before his 8 a.m. shift at the DMV or whatever, but I'm not. That's the sort of guy who has to say his name out loud because how else would anyone know it? I'm not that guy, so, I'm going to skip the introductions.“      -- “life is wearing thing by general consensus” (bojack horseman)

3. Yasha wakes up laying on her side—cheek pressed flat against metal flooring, some ragged and foul-tasting piece of fabric shoved down against her tongue—and she thinks about which fucking bastard she's going to kill first.     -- “they’re picking at their fingers with their knives” (critical role)

4. --What am I allergic to? --Strawberries. What's my mother's middle name? --Rebecca. Where's my favorite breakfast place? --IHOP, you uncultured asshole.    -- “murdering promises that I just can’t keep” (destroyer) 

5. The road to him and Butch was a slow, switchbacking one. Sundance doesn't remember much about the when of it all, except to know that Butch must've been the one who started things. Would've approached the matter slow, too, like Sundance was some skittish colt unused to the bit, liable to be sent running at a sudden move. He doesn't think he would've bolted if Butch had cut to the quick of the thing instead of meandering around the shape of it, but who knows. Butch has a good eye for reading people, so maybe he saw something different when he read Sundance.   -- “whatever differences our lives have been, we together make a limb” (butch cassidy and the sundance kid)

6. When Minerva tells him he needs a weapon, Duck tells her to fuck off. "This is part of your destiny, Duck Newton!" "Destiny can fuck off, too."  -- “but I being young, I heeded her none” (the adventure zone: amnesty)

7. The moments when he's sober enough to think it over, BoJack usually blames his parents. -- “with some help from johnnie walker red” (bojack horseman)

8. Renee hasn't seen her husband in one hundred and thirteen days. She's not a naive person—wouldn't have described herself as such before, and even if some measure of optimism had persisted, stuck fast like a sharp-edged shred of popcorn caught in the back of her throat, it certainly would have been worked loose by now—and so she knows he's probably dead. Likelier than him being alive, anyway. Maybe luckier than him being alive, too.       -- “the years have been short (but the days were long)” (wolf 359)

9. The first thing Juno thinks is that he should have known better. The second — that now he owes Sasha twenty bucks.      -- “a road that meets the road that goes to my house” (the penumbra podcast)

10. "Testing, testing — hello? Is anyone out there? Anyone at all? This is Doug Eiffel, resident radio chief and reigning Monopoly champ aboard the leaking rust-bucket also known as the Hephaestus. Can anyone out there hear me? Is there a living, breathing, unbitten human on the other end of the line? Possession of canned goods and spare boxes of ammo is a plus, but not a requirement."      -- “we all raise our voices to the air” (wolf 359)

okay, general takeaways -- only three of these open with a dialogue line, which is surprising? I feel like that’s much more of a go-to for me than this collection of starting lines would suggest. of the ones that don’t start with dialogue, most of them seem to favor strong thesis-type openings, which I also feel like I see a lot of in fic. (also I totally forgot about that multichapter jupeter roommates au I started. maybe should uhhh finish that at some point).

oh lmao I completely forgot to tag people. idk @martyrjoan you wanna give this a try?

[clevernewdimension]

Unearthly Delights Part Thirteen (M)

Preview, One, Two (M), Three, Four (M), Five, Six (M), Seven (M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (M), Twelve (M) , Thirteen (M), Fourteen (Coming soon!)

Genre: Drama, Smut, Action, Romance, Supernatural Creatures and Monsters AU

Pairing: JunmyeonxCharacter

Word Count: 10.3K

A/N: What happened, hm? Story shifts perspectives a bit this part. Also some more smut because yes. With two people. A different times. Double smut, double fun!

While he was once one, Minseok can’t help but think just how bizarre some humans are. It’s been so long, he’s almost forgotten what it’s like. He was born in 1888, and lived through the coming of a new century.  Back then he was in France, the city of love. He was born as the classical land mark, the Eiffel tower, was being built... it’s been so long. His mother ended up there, alone with and pregnant. She had him and raised him all alone. It was hard, but she did it and she was happier than she would have been. She told him about leaving her home in order to escape an abusive husband.  He was never told anything about his father other than that, she just smiled and looked out at the massive streets below. She love the city, and she made sure to talk to him in her native tongue in order to pass it along.

For the first three to four years of his life, they lived on the bare minimum. Then, suddenly, his mother found prosperous work and they started to live better. Soon, they lived in a nice house, he had a great education, and they could actually afford to do things like visit art museums, go to nice restaurants and see ballets and plays. When he turned fifteen, his mother told him way. The truth of where all the money comes from.

She was a sex worker. One that was highly sought after. She’s been doing it since before he was alive. It explains the lack of a father figure in his life, how that he thought about it. He could tell she was scared of telling him that, but his opinion of her didn’t change. It’s the world's oldest profession, after all. He love his mother with all of his heart. People who do sex work are not any less than people who don’t.

Her business was booming. People liked her ‘exotic nature’, which is weird, fetishistic and gross, but if they paid and treated her with respect, he didn’t mind as much. He was in college, studying business, trying to get a job that paid well so his mother could retire when she wanted and not have to worry about money. He had a part time job working at a store that made glass figurines. Burns and scars on his forearms still mark him to this day, though they are lighter, almost faded completely to the past.

When he was 28, about to graduate with a doctorate and applying for placed to work that greatly sought after him, he was attacked on the street. It was terrifying. Minseok was strong. He had to protect himself and his mother from clients who were stalkers and obsessed with her. He’s stronger than a lot of people, but he was nothing compared to this person. Sharp fangs piercing his neck, making him scream in agony as the person just put their hand over their mouth to muffle the noises. The feeling of the person swallowing as they drank from him, the pain that was burning into his very soul... he will never forget that night. He heard someone growling, before pulling the person away from him. He feel to the ground, looking up and seeing a man face. He looked at the person who was devouring him, before cutting his wrist and making Minseok drink.

Thus, he became a fledgling vampire. The person who changed him took the time to make sure he wouldn’t attack someone. Made sure he had self control before leaving without another word. He explained that he was a nomad, that many in their clan was. Minseok was terrified of telling his mother, who was worried sick when he came back home for the first time in two weeks. But he did. His mother was shocked at what happened, but, she still loved her son.

She passed away soon after. Cholera was going around in Europe, and it killed her with no remorse, leaving Minseok a fortune of money, art and riches, all of the things her admirers would give her. With that, he left France and went to America. For a new start.

The roaring 20’s, the market crash in the 30’s and the war in the 40’s, Minseok has lived it all. People were snide and, honestly, racist to him a lot, but he didn’t care. Then came the extermination of his clan in the 60′s. He didn’t like to think about it, but he was glad that he met Chanyeol and Kyungsoo who both helped him in the time he needed someone the most. Because of that, the three are friends for life… or as long as the wolves would live. They were young at the time, just fifteen or sixteen, still aging like humans before it slows down and lengthens their life.

Not long after that, in the year 1987, he met seventeen year old Junmyeon. The merman was a bit odd, especially when they first saw one another. Minseok was taking a night time stroll through the neighborhood, just choosing one and walking in whatever direction he wanted. In the middle of the street, in front of a large gate, stood a kid. Blood all along him, hands holding onto a wooden stake that was dripping in blood. He had a cut on his chest, deep and bleeding profusely. His eyes held the purest form of hatred Minseok has ever seen as the bodies of five vampires were all around him.

Truth be told, Minseok was scared for a moment. His eyes looked at him, “If you’re a Venture, i’ll give you three seconds to run away as fast as you can.”

Minseok, being alive for so long, was curious about this man. The name of the Venture clan made Minseok feel at ease. He understood the hatred Junmyeon was feeling. “I’m not,” He says, “I’m a vampire, but a different clan.”

He ended up healing Junmyeon’s wound, looking after him after learning about what happened. Since, they two were inseparable. Somehow, the merman drew people around him. The outcasts, the loners and the people who needed a family. Junmyeon opened a club for the sole purpose of connections in order to try and kill every last Venture. It worked, soon he was in drug rings and gun smuggling as well has had politicians in his pockets. The kind man had a dark side to him, the one that craved the revenge for his family. The one that would do anything to achieve it.

Taemin was a part of their life before going somewhere new to spread his wings as he put it. Not long after, he asked for a job for Ava.

Ava Vass. The definition of a bizarre human. She drinks, she smokes, she breaks the law and has no problem using sexual favors for personal gain. Even so, Minseok knew that deep down there are some line she doesn’t cross. For their dark twisted world, she has a good heart.She has morals, though she also acts very immorally. She was odd, and it was something that Minseok liked.

Watching her catch Junmyeon’s attention was something special, though. He’s been so obsessed with revenge that he hasn’t had the time to open himself to the possibility of any sort of romantic thoughts. That’s not to say the man celibate or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. The merman was scared of being hurt and losing someone, so he just found sex in friends and left it there. Let his desires out with those he can trust. Not that he could blame him. Besides, Minseok has been on the giving and receiving end of his sexual frustrations and it was, truthfully, a wonderful time. Men, women, it didn’t matter for Junmyeon.

Then he saw Ava. Minseok could see it starting from a mile away. He’s known Junmyeon since the merman was a teen. She’s had a positive influence on his life even if, for anyone normal, she would be a bad influence. He started to open more to people who are not just his circle of family he made himself. The best part about it was Ava wasn’t willing to let him just ignore her like he does with anyone else who he finds even a single bit interesting. She’s in your face and knows exactly what she wants. She’s a fighter, pure and simple, molded and crafted into a person who gives zero fucks. Seeing her crack through his friend’s shell was something Minseok thought to be impossible.

Ava quickly earned his respect. Watching her throw herself headfirst in order to protect the family he’s found made him accept her as one of their own. She’s not like the rest of them, she very well could have died doing that.

After work, hearing Jongin talk a little about what his devious plan that happened was fun. The incubus knew about Junmyeon and Ava. Everyone knew, and Junmyeon was taking it slowly. But trying to speed up the process is always fun. Seeing what it would take to break Junmyeon was more so. Jongin left him after, smiling and grinning from ear to ear about how full he was made Minseok realize he should probably feed before going out into the city.

Minseok meant to leave before hand, but waited in order to feed on a healthy, unbitten feeder that was still there. It wasn’t uncommon for the feeders to be good looking. That isn’t what matters, though. What matters is the taste. People who taste the best are taken first, and so on and so on. Minseok  knew by this time there would only be one left, maybe two. They all wore a tag with their blood type and what they taste like. Feeders find themselves proud of how they taste.

Minseok spots the last feeder there, looking over at the man who looked out for their safety. The man knew Minseok, knew he worked here and let him on in. A quick word of hello and it got to business. Minseok moved, perching on his lap, a leg on either side of him. He could hear the man’s heart beat quicken. No matter how many times someone is bitten it still happens. A natural reaction. Minseok smiled, liking to tease a bit before biting. He kisses and sucked on the skin, earning a few gasps. Me smirked as he bit down. His fangs pierced into his neck, gulping the hot crimson liquid down. The man below him gripped his hips, gasping as the sensation hit him quickly. The man was moaning, holding onto him as Minseok drank as much as he could. He tasted like licorice, sharp and unmistakable. Most people find it disgusting, but Minseok liked how different and unique it was. The hunger that was starting to claw at him was quickly extinguished after the first couple of gulps. The man’s shaky breathy moan in his ear going straight to his groin. There was something about a person moaning that just does something to him. A few more mouthfuls later, he licked the wound, healing it as he tastes the last of the blood. He felt stronger, ready for anything and full of energy. As he pulls away, cleaning every last drop of blood, the man was sighing, leaning back against the seat of the large arm chair they’re in. The vampire licks his lips, looking down at him as he was sitting in the human’s lap. The vampire takes notice of the very evident hard on he could feel under him, just smirking wider.

The human laughs, hair pastel pink as he was high on the buzz of being bitten. If they’re not careful, feeders can become addicted to the feeling of the bite. Some people get use to it, able to be bitten three or four times a week, but for the most part, humans should only be bitten twice a week with a few days between. Minseok made sure everything was fine, that the man was alright. He absentmindedly started flicking at one of the earrings he had, looking over him with a worried expression. His button up black shirt was hanging open as the vampire make sure he isn’t dizzy or anything.

All feeders wore the same black shirt and pants, looking very uniform. Minseok glances at him, smirking at how flushed the man was beneath him.

“I’m fine,” The human says, smiling, “I think I’m going to go find someone to fix my problem now.”

He was daring, hands on Minseok pulling him down so he he was pressed right down of exactly what the bite has done instead of softly, teasingly hovering like before. After decades of life, Minseok could easily see when someone was flirting with him. He was very wary of hooking up with feeders, though. Most of the time they just fuck and beg to be turned. This fantasy in their heads of what being a vampire is like is a ridiculous notion and Minseok hates people who don’t understand that it is also a burden. Thankfully, Junmyeon seem to know a good business, as that hasn’t happened in a while. Minseok smiles, it’s been a long time since he had a feeder that was this daring after because of it. The vampire grins, “Sorry, the older the vampire the more potent the bite.”

“Remind me to come and work here more often, then,” He says with a smile. “I’ll be back to do this again,” He says. Minseok smiled, remembering his name from the tag. Mino.

Minseok found him attractive, that was certain. He didn’t really have a type. If you’re tall and strong, that’s cool. If you’re short and smaller, that’s awesome. Men or women, human or supernatural being, Minseok doesn’t mind. Why limit yourself to one thing when you can feast on it all? It’s funny, Minseok thinks as he leans in rocking his hips a little with a small smile. The man groaned as he was grinding on his hard length, making the vampire crave something other than the man’s blood. The offer to help him out was right there, about to leave his mouth. It’s been a while since Minseok has slept with someone who wasn’t in their friend circle, after all.

Yixing’s panicked voice carried upstairs, cutting through the flirty aura that was around them. Minseok could feel the terror from him all that way up here. Mino could hear it too as he looked at the vampire. “Go,” He says, seemingly understanding. “It sounds bad.”

The vampire nods, “Come back again,” He says. The man nodded, as Minseok took one last look at him before quickly standing from the man’s lap as he moved out the door. He looked down from the stairs, seeing Ava down on one of the tables. Blood pouring from the side and dripping into the floor, the smell of chai filling his senses. Yixing was there, and Junmyeon, his eyes wide in absolute terror. Minseok quickly descended the stairs, time was of the utmost importance now as he understood the gravity of the situation that was at hand.

He knows what has to be done now. There’s not enough time for anything else, and if he doesn’t do something Ava will be gone forever. Minseok yanks Taemin back, shoving him away. The vampire knew that the demonic man spent too long being shocked to be able to turn her into one of them. She wouldn’t have the strength or the time to survive it now. He removes Junmyeon’s hands from the wound. His face is determined, doing everything he needed to. He feels his fangs sharpen as he bring it up to his wrist, stabbing it into it with quick ease. His blood starts to pour from the wound, spilling into the ground. He uses his other hand, opening Ava’s mouth. She was still awake, but likely out of it from how weak she was.

Taemin was stunned, “Minseok, you… you said-”

“And you had a chance and you let it pass. This is the only way,” Minseok growls, glaring at the incubus. Minseok pours his blood into Ava’s mouth as his eyes turned red. Mesmerising someone always felt wrong to Minseok, but hee had to do it or else. “Drink, Ava.”

Minseok watched as, with the last of her strength, she swallowed the blood. The vampire looks up seeing Junmyeon, his hands covered in blood as he looks lost as he was looking at her. The merman’s hair a complete nest as he just looks at her. Minseok feels bad for him, for his dear friend. It’s like every time he opens up, something happens. Minseok glanced at Ava, watching as her breathes stop and her eyes stare lifelessly to the ceiling. The first step is done.

Yixing was looking, his head shaking, “This will work… right?”

Minseok nodded, “Yes.” The conflicted feelings in him. He’s angry someone did this to her. He’s upset that he had to turn her or else she’d die. He’s… confused, about having someone else in his clan once again. “She’s going to be a newborn, though. She and I will, for the first week, be at my place. I still have the bunker that Chanyeol would be in before he could control himself during the full moon.” He looks at Junmyeon, “I need to take her there now. She’ll wake up in a few hours and I’m going to need that time to gather and prepare the things we need.”

“Ok,” The merman says, nodding as the door bursts open. Sehun was sprinting in, Johnny at his heels. Johnny breathing heavily as he stares at the scene before him. He looks utterly devastated at the sight, shaking his head in disbelief. Sehun, who didn’t break a sweat at all running, looked angry. His eyes took in the sights, seeing the blood all on the ground

“What the fuck,” Johnny says, moving and looking at Ava. His eyes widen, filling with tears, “She’s-”

“She’s going to be fine,” Taemin says, looking at him. He pats him on the shoulder, “She will be fine. I promise.” The incubus just pulls the young teen to him, hugging him tightly as Johnny just stared, eyes wide and full of terror.

Sehun was still. He just stared, quiet as he clenches his fists. Anyone around could feel the anger radiating off of him in this moment. He was tense, looking at Ava with red eyes. “Yixing… we need to figure out who did this,” He mutters, looking at the fae.

“I’ll prepare the time rift spell,” He says, moving and going directly into the kitchen. The fae needed to do something to feel like he’s useful after being unable to save Ava. “I have everything I need here.”

Minseok picks Ava up, holding her lip body in his arms. He looks at Sehun, “Take care of Jun.”

The shapeshifter nods, moving close to their boss.

The door is slammed open again, the two werewolves coming in. Chanyeol, living close by, was in already in a sleeveless tank and a pair of plaid pajama pants. His feet bare as it looks like he ran here. Kyungsoo liked to sometimes go and get breakfast at a diner close by after work, so he must have seen Chanyeol running here.

Chanyeol looks, seeing Minseok carrying Ava, “Is… is she?”

“She will be back,” Minseok says, “I need you two to help me. We have to watch over her when she turns. I’m going to have to get her blood bags and I can’t leave her alone.”

Kyungsoo was shocked, looking at the blood that was on the floor, dripping from Ava. “Sure…” He says, looking at her. He knows how it works, she’s technically lifeless now. He’s seen this happen before he met Minseok. She’ll wake in a little bit. Her eyes red and her hunger uncontrollable. They needed to make sure she didn’t hurt anyone, or kill someone when she woke.

Minseok just sighs, as Kyungsoo opens the door for him as they quickly get in his car. He just wanted to make sure Junmyeon didn’t see this part. He didn’t want him to see the part of the change. It would be something he would never forget in his entire life, and seeing her like that would just make his friend lock himself up emotionally again. That is, if this doesn’t. Minseok sighs, walking quickly. He just hopes he didn’t make a mistake.

Flashes pop into my mind. Like dreams, slightly blurry. Being dark, alone in a small and confined space. I remember touching, feeling wood as I scrambled in fear. In a dark place, alone.  I screamed, trying to move as I was constricted. I slam my fists onto the front of the wood, hearing it crack. I screamed more, yelling for help as I slammed them again, as it cracked open and something fell on me. My mouth catching some as I taste dirt. I could feel worms crawling as I tried to move the dirt around me. I panicked as I started trying to move through the dirt, away from the wooden box.

The tears that came from my eyes made dirt stick to my face as I pushed with all my might against the earth, moving it out of my way as much as I could. It felt like years, the dirt scratching my eyes and getting up my nose. I pushed my hand up, feeling cool air hit my skin as I try to break through. Water hitting my hand was cool, welcoming. My body felt like it was on fire, burning like a witch on a pyre. I could feel pieces of wood stabbed into my arms, jagged and bleeding. I kick with my legs, pushing against some solid earth as I break through, my head out of the ground as I looked around, my heart racing.

Someone touches me and I lash out, punching towards them. I miss in my panic state, as the person moves and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the ground. I was covered in mud, the rain pouring down as the thunder cracked, illuminating the sky violently. I choked back a sob of anxiety, looking and seeing the whole in the grass I came from. Someone was yelling things to me, but I couldn’t hear it.

I fell to the ground, exhausted and in unbearable amounts of pain I realise after the sense of danger starts to fade. Before I could say or do anything, I find myself falling unconscious. It felt like my body was doing things I didn’t know of. I’d get visions of nails, growing and fur. Blood, so pretty…

Visions of people forcing me away as someone was taken out of the room. I was frantic, trying to fight them off just to get back, just to see. It was like I was in and out, watching as someone else controlled my body and took it for a joyride. I see a hand with sharp long nails slicing into someone’s chest, blood starting to seep out of it and staining the shirt. The color drawing me, inviting me as I try to rush to it. I feel someone grab me and, no matter how hard I fight, they’re too strong.

The person left, the blood all gone as I just continued to try to hurt anyone and everyone around me. Make them feel the pain I was feeling. It wasn’t fair, my did I feel it if they weren’t. It was agony. I wanted it to end. I needed it to end.

When I came back, I was standing, screaming out. My throat was sore from the amount of yelling. All I felt was pain. It felt like every bone was being snapped and reformed, pushed and made into something else, something more. My head, my stomach, my mouth… everything was agony. I open my eyes, seeing the metal walls with deep scratches down the walls. I scream, writhing in pain. I feel someone hold me steady, as I open my eyes, looking around. Chanyeol was holding me to the ground. I kick him, watching him bend in pain as I look around frantically. My mind knew he was a friend but I just… I couldn’t stop. Everything hurt. My chest felt as if it was on fire as Chanyeol move, grabbing me and holding me, trying to keep my arms at my sides.

“It hurts,” I scream, kicking and just trying to lash out at anything I could. I screamed, feeling the bone deep cold within me except my chest. I glared, my screams ringing around us in this metal room.

My stomach was going crazy, hunger clawing at me as Chanyeol had me in a grapple, trying to stop me from moving. That’s when I noticed it. The spicy smell. Chili and… something else. It smelled good. It smelled delicious.

I could hear a door open as I looked, seeing Minseok standing there. “Chanyeol, you can leave.”

The werewolf lets go of me as I move to the door. Minseok grabbed me, pushing me so hard my back hit the wall behind me. Minseok’s eyes glowing, “Stop, Ava. Now.”

I wanted to argue back, but I was frozen still. Something was stopping me as he looked at me. “Hungry,” I say, “I’m starving.”

“Come here,” He mutters, holding something in his hand. “Drink. It’s not fresh, but you’ll kill someone if you go after them.”

I take it, him being around calming me a little. He hand me a plastic bag, cutting a whole in it with his teeth. I take it, the smell wasn’t exactly pleasant. It smelled stale, older. But I was just so hungry. I take it, putting it to my mouth and drinking it. The taste was like eating the sweetest fruit, only better. My body became warm as I just drank and drank until it was gone. I look up, seeing Minseok holding another to me. “You’ll need your strength.”

I take it, gulping it down greedily. The pain in my stomach easing, and soon, the rest of it does too. It was almost euphoric the way it went from pain to bliss. It wasn’t until I was done did I realise what I was drinking. I look at the bag in my hands, seeing the label. AB positive. The deep red liquid still a tiny bit in it, dripping. I drop it, watching it flutter to the floor. Dozens of blood bags littered the ground. Some spilled on the ground, staining it. I look up, reaching to my mouth. Two razor shark teeth. I shake my head, looking at my hands and back at Minseok.

“Ava,” Minseok says, couching down beside me. “Do you remember anything?”

I shake my head. “Just… work…” I glance up, “I’m… you…”

I was never going to age again. I was going to be like this forever unless I’m killed or take myself out. It was odd. I could feel the power surging through me, molding to me and making me stronger, more alert… better in almost every way.

Minseok nods. “If I didn’t, you would have been dead.” I couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure me or himself when he spoke. “You were attacked when you went home. All I know is you called Yixing because you thought he could help you.” He looks at me, eyes full of all different emotions that I can’t exactly place. “The blade used to hurt you was powerful. Extremely powerful. He couldn’t stop you from dying, so… I made it so when you did you’d come back again.”

I close my eyes, trying to think, “The… the box in the ground?”

“It happened,” Minseok says, patting my shoulder, “I’m sorry. It’s scary, I know. I have to tell you all about my clan… our clan now. We're part of an ancient clan made up of a type of vampire called Gangrel. The types of vampires we are can be described as… animalistic.” He says, nodding, “When I get into a rage and am fighting, I growl, grow claws and my eyes glow like a werewolf’s. That same will probably happen to you.” Minseok picks up a class he had, holding it. “We’re also extremely strong. The only thing stronger than an adult Gangrel vampire is a werewolf. You have about seventy to sixty years until you get that strong, though. For the most part, it’s the same. Holding a glass is normal. It’s when you try to really use your strength it shows.”

I nod, trying to listen and just hear him explain without freaking the fuck out about all of this. My heart was still beating in my chest, racing as I just wait, listening.

He seemed to understand how weirded out I was by my heart still beating. “Your heart still beats. Unlike common stories, vampire hearts beat. They’re slower than average, though. It pumps the blood we drink in so that we can move and feed some more. If we didn’t drink, we would just be lethargic and too weak to move,” He says, nodding. “Also, we can walk in sunlight no problem. Gangrel’s don’t get turned to ash from it or anything like that. Not even sunburn. People speculate it’s because we’re closer to wild animals than vampires. Only one family has a supreme weakness to it, however. Ventures. All others burn and sizzle and will eventually turn to ash. Ventures… they will turn to ash immediately.” He says, “As you’ve seen, the blade Junmyeon gave you turns places you cut and stab into ash as well. Lastly, because I turned you, I am your Sire. I’m basically your mentor. You’re under my care and it’s my job to make sure you don’t turn out to be a piece of shit who just kills people.”

The vampire looks up, “Now. Since that night, it’s been a week. In the time you were not yourself. The things you did you can not blame on yourself, understand?”

I nod, not sure exactly he means by that. It made me feel very uneasy. The thought how I went from just a normal human to, well… not. The pain… it must have been the process of turning.

Minseok gave me a cautious look, like he was ready to defend himself at any moment. “Now, Ava, we have to talk about feeding,” He says, “Human food will still taste good to you. I still eat someone just because I love the taste, but it will not satiate your hunger anymore.”

“Obviously,” I mutter, feeling like my entire life has just been rocked.

Minseok just smiles a little, “Since you are a new born, you need to feed daily. You, as a younger and weaker vampire, can’t drink from other vampires like I can. I also don’t think you should be drinking from feeders without supervision, because you may accidentally kill them.”

“So my options are… what, exactly,” I ask, looking at him.

“Blood bags or… well, with me there to stop you. Or an adult werewolf. They’re the only thing strong enough to be able to pull you away from them if you start to go into a frenzy and drink too much,” Minseok explains, “I also think you should have me there just in case so I can heal them if you forget. You also shouldn’t bite them for the first two weeks. One down, one to go. Instead, they will cut their wrist and let you feed that way.”

“Why can’t I bite,” I ask, glancing a tall the deep scratch marks into the wall.

“If a newborn bites in their first two week, they’ll become insane from the sensations. It will be too much of a shock to your senses. A vampire’s self control isn’t in place for their first two weeks for their new undead life.” Minseok smiles, “It’s sort of like being a child again.”

“Goddamnit,” I say, “hope there isn’t a second puberty.”

Minseok laughs at that. He shakes his head, smiling as he looks at me. “I think this is going to go perfectly well, Ava. Tomorrow, after you feed, we’ll test to see how fast and strong you really are.”

Minseok stands, helping me up as he smiles. “How about I give you a tour of my place?”

“Sounds good.”

“I do have one last thing I need to explain to you,” He says, as he walks alongside me as we look at paintings of many old, dead lords. “Because you’re a young vampire, for the first few months anytime you feed from someone, bite or not, you’ll probably get… well, for a lack of a better way to put this, unbelieveably horney.”

I laugh, “Is this like the sex talk?”

He smiles, “Sort of. This is going to be awkward, but if you find yourself unable to break through that feeling and hold it back, I’d suggest going to myself, the wolves or the incubuses.”

“But am I stronger than them?”

“Right now? You’re only stronger than Baekhyun and Chen. Though their song would work on them so if you really wanted to… but I’d suggest not just in case you break out of it. You’re about even with Yixing. Fae’s look dainty but they’re strong. When he was exiled a lot of the strength was taken from him. He was high in the Queens court and one of their strongest. High court Fae are stronger than anything I know of.” Minseok explains, calmly, “So… just keep that in mind.”

Minseok’s house was a little out of the city. It wasn’t as big as Junmyeon’s, but it was still fairly grand. Everything was modern, dark and perfect for a new age vampire. I asked Minseok questions about his Sire and his relationship with him. Minseok tells me about him, a man named Luhan who was over five centuries old when he made Minseok. Second in command of their clan and part Fae. Their relationship was, for the first ten years, platonic. Luhan taught him and cared for him, keeping him safe.

“Then it took a turn. It happens sometimes between Sires and their fledglings,” He says. “Sometimes it’s romantic, but for the most part they are mainly sexual.” The older vampire glances at me, “Don’t think that you have to do anything like that, by the way. I just… Luhan told me it was different for a Sire. That it felt wonderful in way he never knew. Anyways, after a few decades of the two of us, we splitted. Ended the romantic side of things. He dated and saw other people and I’m doing the same. And then… well, the attempted extermination of our clan.”

“So we’re the only two,” I ask, looking at him. “It has to be lonely.”

He nods, “Yeah. Not only am I your Sire, I’m your Lord as well. Don’t call me that, though.” He says, shaking his head. “Most clans live together, but for the most part Gangrel were loners. Half were nomadic, so the fact that someone hunted us all down is shocking, really.”

He stops outside of a room, “Here, the guest room. I’d suggest you shower because you… well, smell awful and haven’t bathed since before you died. Clothes are already in there.”

I nod, “Sure. And thanks… for everything.”

The room was black and white, rather plain. Smooth and stylish, while missing all personality at all. I moved into the bathroom, it was nice too. A huge shower, a nice tub, and a large mirror. When I took a look at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but stare. My hair was practically black with dirt. My skin was covered in it, along with a bruises. I looked absolutely filthy. Even when I was homeless I never looked this bad.

It was a bit terrifying, though. Thinking about pretty much coming out of a grave.

After I showered and got into bed, somehow those thoughts and new revelations didn’t stop me from sleeping. I slept naked, because there were no pajamas and I didn’t feel like wearing jeans to bed. I pulled the blanket around me, turning and laying on my side, trying to push the thoughts of the pain and nightmares away.

I felt something touch me as I gasp, bolting upright. The sun from the window bright, making me cover my eyes. It was mid day as Minseok was shaking my shoulder. He looks at me, eyebrow raised, “You ok?”

Nightmares. All night long. Remembering the pain. Of waking up under the ground and having to fight and crawl up. The woman, her knife, the agony. The sights of all the people I love telling me how their deaths were my fault. The devastation on Junmyeon’s face. The helplessness on Yixing’s.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The blanket was at my waist as he just looks at me. He just smirks a little, not even trying to hide as he glanced at my bare chest. He looked back at me, unashamed from his ogling. “You could have just told me you didn’t have pajamas.”

“Sleeping nude is fun though,” I say with a smile, trying to distract myself from the nightmare.

He rolls his eyes, “Nice to see that you haven’t really changed at all.” He looks to the door, “Come in, Lily.”

A woman walks in, smiling as she moves towards us. I glance from her to Minseok. I could smell her, hear her heart beating fast. It got a little faster when she say me as my eyes followed her.

Minseok just smiles, “I’ve already eaten. I’m here to make sure you don’t get too greedy. Lily works here, as one of the three people who help me keep this place clean. She agreed to let you drink from her.”

“Well, you always said I tasted like champagne,” She says, raising her wrist towards Minseok. Lily was young looking, about the same height as Minseok. Her hair was tied back into a bun, neon yellow practically glowing. She was tan, her eyes a lovely green.

Minseok’s fangs stretched out, as he motions me to move towards them. I sit up, not caring about covering myself as I watch him cut her wrist with his fangs.

The second I see the crimson liquid, I could feel the clawing hunger in my stomach. Twisting, burning, telling me to drink. To feast. To devour. I move, Minseok holding her wrist as I lick up the dripping blood before sucking directly where the cut is. The taste was like champagne and strawberries and just the most wonderful thing I’ve tasted. I could hear her moan as I drank, feeling Minseok’s hand on my head, petting my hair, muttering sweet nothings as he watched us carefully. Her hand grabbed my shoulder as she gasped, shivering as she clinged to me. “Fuck,” She moaned, her nails clawing into me which just made me want more.

The second I started to drink, it felt like when Minseok drank from me. I was moaning, swallowing up all the warm liquid. My hand immediately went in between my thighs, feeling how quickly I was dripping from feeding. I glanced, seeing the effect I had on her. Making her moan and gasp in bliss, there was something that just undeniably powerful about it.

Not only was she gasping and moaning, I was too. It was almost embarrassing how hot I felt so quickly. I whimpered, drinking gulp after greedy gulp, as much as I could. It was warm, like drinking hot chocolate on a chilly day.

“Ava,” Minseok says, his eyes stern.“Stop now.”

I drank more, hearing a faint growl from Minseok. Before I knew it, Minseok gripped my hair and pulled, eyes glowing. He glared at me, “Stop. Now, heal her.”

He lets go of my hair, giving me a chance. It took everything I had to stop sucking on the wound and lick it, letting it close and heal. I lick every last drop as I could as she sighs, face flushed. I look at Minseok, looking as he watches me in fascination as I lick the last bit of her blood away. He looked proud.

I felt oddly warm, moaning as I looked at Minseok. He looked proud in a way. I couldn’t focus on that as I looked. His handsome face and strong shoulders, my mind imagining all the filthy things we could do right now. I’ve never felt this desperate in my life to be touched or anything. “Please,” I say, begging him, “Help me, please.”

“Thank you, Lily,” Minseok says, “If you wouldn’t mind, we would like some privacy.”

She nods, and the second she shuts the door after her, I lean towards Minseok and press my lips to his with fervor. I need it, I needed it now so badly I couldn’t even think straight. He moans, licking the last of the blood off my lips, pulling me close and he picks me up, turning and pressing me against the wall. He wasted no time, understanding what it was I was craving at the moment. I gasp, his mouth moving to my neck as I moan, holding on to his shoulders.

I could hear his heart beating, as one of his hands cups my breast, the touch was harsh and rough as he squeezes the nipple in his fingertips. Minseok moves the hand and pulls on his belt, before letting his pants and underwear fall to the ground, stepping out of them quickly.

“Please,” I beg, desperate for the pleasure I so desperately craved. It almost hurt so bad with how turned on I was. The smirk on Minseok’s face was sinful as he just looked me in the eyes, holding my faces so I couldn’t look away.

In one, quick thrust, he was completely in me. I yelled, arching my back as he just wraps one arm around me, the other going to my hair and holding it tightly at the base of my skull. “Fuck,” He growls and pulls roughly at my hair, yanking it as his lips press down on the skin against my neck. He bit the skin there, blunt human like teeth instead of fangs. He was groaning, his face twisted in ecstasy as his hips rocked into me as quick as he could manage. The both of us too high with lust to want to take this slowly, too needy to tease. I need it, and I didn’t care how I get it so long as it’s done.

I bit my lip, feeling my fangs cut into it as Minseok’s head snaps up, looking at me. The taste of copper on my tongue as, for a moment, Minseok was just watching, his eyes on my lips. He presses his lips to mine, before letting out a loud growl. He sucked on my lip, pushing into me as I did the best I could to rock back and meet his thrusts. Minseok groans, tasting my blood as I could feel his grip on me tighten.

I feel softness at my back as I see that we’re on the bed now, Minseok hovering over me. I rip the shirt he wore completely in two as if it was a tissue, arching as I move, pushing him so he was on his back. He let me do so, falling back against the bed. He smiles up at me, his eyes glowing red. I trailed my fingers down his chest, taking note of the tattoo on the left side of his chest. His hands find my hips as I start to move. The sound of slick skin slapping echoed in the room, along with the noises I was making as Minseok just let’s his eyes wander my body.

“Ava,” He moans, looking in my eyes, the glowing red of his irises turning me on more and more.

I push my hands against his chest, feeling the tightness in my lower region building, ready to burst. I feel him move, planting his feet into the bed so he could thrust up into me, his hips slapping against me and he grips my ass, moaning and saying my name.

One of his hands moves to my clit, rubbing it quickly as I tumbled from the edge of ecstasy immediately. I was yelling, my throat horse from before but I didn’t care. He was hitting the most pleasurable spot within me as the same time, making me tear up at the feeling. I was shaking as he pushed me against the bed, my back there as he laid beside me, gasping.

I looked back, seeing Minseok still hard as he just takes a few deep breaths. I move, not going to let him be unsatisfied, after all. I didn’t want to risk a blowjob, since my fangs were still sharp, so wrapped my fingers around him, moving and kissing his lips. He groaned, tongue still finding my cut lip as he was gripping my hair, rocking his hips, fucking my hand as I could hear growls deep in his chest. They sounded like a tiger or a jaguar, deep and rumbling. There was something terrifying about it that made what we were doing feel even more exhilarating.

He stilled as I kept moving my hand, feeling is warm release on my fingers. He groaned, muttering words of endearment to me as he finally lets out a long moan. He pulled away after licking the small wounds on my lip. He was gasping for air, his eyes wide and pupils blown open. I smile looking at him as I look at my hand. It was covered in his release as I just brought it to my mouth, licking it clean. Minseok just watched, smiling as he shook his head.

We didn’t stay there and rest, though. Minseok wouldn’t let me as he just gets us both away from one another. I think he knew that if he stayed I would have hopped on him almost immediately. After a little bit of clean up, I was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless shirt, looking over and seeing Chanyeol across from me. The werewolf complained about being made to wait, but he was still full of joy and smiles. We walked outside, following the vampire until he stopped. He moved sitting under a tree, watching curiously.

Minseok house was small, but the land was massive. Chanyeol told me he got it to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo could run though the forest here on full moons, playing with one another and letting their wolves out freely.

The werewolf was looking at me, serious expression on his face. It was weird seeing someone so bright and happy be so serious. “Punch me,” He says, arms crossed. “I can only see how strong you are if you just let loose and hit me.”

I shrug, before pulling my fist back and swinging it as fast and with as much force as I could directly to his face. I was shocked, seeing him actually be pushed back a bit by the force. I was so use to punching these guys and them not moving at all that now, seeing this, was on the edge of being euphoric.

I was grinning, looking at my hands as Chanyeol hisses in pain.

“Fuck,” He says, “You’re not even an adult yet and you still punch like a truck.”

“All the years of fight club is going to make her into one hell of a threat,” Minseok says, nodding.

I smiled proudly at that. It will be nice not to feel like the weakest person anymore. I was use to being considered one of the strongest. When I moved here, I was suddenly one of the weakest. It felt nice to be seen as a threat again.

Chanyeol runs me though more tests. Reaction speed, which I excel at, stamina, which I have a ton of, and strength, which isn’t that much, apparently. Yet.

But, that means little to me as I pick Chanyeol up like it was nothing, grinning from ear to ear as I held him over my head. “This is so fucking awesome,” I say, smiling.

“You also seem to have good self control already,” Minseok says, “You healed Lily when I asked. Most newborns would just lash out and try to drink their fill.” He nods, “I don’t think you losing your control will happen often once this week is up.”

“That’s great,” Chanyeol says as I set him back down. “Especially since it can be very devastating.” He shows me his arm, a long cut from the shoulder to the nail of his ring finger. “You were pretty scary.”

My eyes go wide, “I… I didn’t mean…”

Chanyeol hold his hands out, “It’s ok, trust me, Kyungsoo and I don’t blame you. Besides, the scar is going to look so sick-”

“What did I do to Kyungsoo,” I ask, looking over at Minseok. My eyes wide, hearing this for the first time.

The vampire glared at Chanyeol, who looked like a kicked puppy. Minseok stands, walking to me. “You clawed him on the chest. Three long cuts. He’s fine, just resting. He was more annoyed than anything, but not at you. He knows you can’t help it.”

I sigh, “I’ll get him like… a bottle of whiskey to say sorry.”

“Or you could use actual words,” Minseok says, giving me a look.

“Just because you’re my whatever doesn’t make you my father,” I say, shaking my head. “Though, I would appreciate a daddy if you catch my drift.”

Chanyeol ignores that, “Kyungsoo is someone who thinks actions speak louder than words. Just go and see him and apologize. Be upfront about it. That fact that you showed up will be enough, really.”

“I should wait until after this week before I go and see him,” I say, “I… don’t know if I’ll trust myself out there surrounded by people until this week is up.”

The vampire grinned, “Good. This is going smoother than I though compared to the first week.” Minseok looked at me, “I’m shocked you’re not going crazy. I almost killed someone when I was turned. All I was was wanting to either kill someone and drink every last drop or fuck anyone I saw.”

“Maybe she got it all out then,” Chanyeol says, “She was like… a honey badger. Sometimes uncontrollable. It was awful. You said that it was just short bursts, but then, when she was going though it, it was like she was constantly in a frenzy.”

I could feel the clawing feeling return as I looked at the werewolf. Minseok could tell immediately, “Well, I’m right here and I’m hungry.”

Chanyeol just tilted his head as he was seated, leaning against a tree. He glances at Minseok, nodding. “I can do it.”

Minseok look at him, “You know what she’ll be like after, right?”

Chanyeol laughs, “Do you really think that would stop me? Of all of us?” After a nod and a few more words from Chanyeol, the vampire moves back to his house, giving Chanyeol and I some privacy with a smirk on his face. I swear before he left I could hear him mutter about how bizarre I was.

Chanyeol, while the first time we had fun together was a bit rough and quick, was being gentle and patient at the start, at least. He kisses my skin, soft and lightly as he undressed me slowly. Tossing my shirt and bra to the side, cupping my breasts and dipping his head to lick at the hardening buds. The air still cool as autumn was here. Undressing was the first priority, according to him. “This way, when you’re so filled with lust, you won’t have to wait long,” He explains with a smile, lightly biting at one of my nipples, making me hiss.

“So thoughtful,” I tease, moving to shimmy out of my pants, watching him get undressed. Chanyeol was, like everyone else who worked at Unearthly Delights, was insanely attractive. He was a bit of a goof and very sweet, but man, he has an amazing body. Very clear and defined abs, toned arms, and a nice butt. Not the best butt of the lot, that honor belongs to Sehun, but a nice one all the same. He was also well endowed, which I remembered from giving him head. God I wanted to take him back with me and just fuck his brains out that night.

 I move, straddling him after he sat back down, my knees on either side of him, resting on the soft grass as he just looks at me. He smiles, sitting naked on the grass as if it was a usual thing for him. Perhaps he was just use to being outside. Reaching up, he holds my chin, “Open up.”

I could feel my fangs already as I open. Before I could react he cut his wrist on my fang, holding it out for me.

The smell is intoxicating. I quickly bring it to my mouth, moaning as the blood touches my tongue. He tastes sweet and spicy, like chocolate with chili in it. I open my eyes, looking at Chanyeol, watching as he moans out loud, shivering and sighing with his eyes closed. The other hand moves, softly stroking me between my thighs as I just take a moment to gasp, some of the blood running down his forearm. I rub my hips down on his length, causing him to hiss.

He looks at me, grinning, “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet Ava.” He says, before pulling me up for a moment.I just smirk, wanting to continue to tease him as I moved back down.

My eyes widen as I felt myself sliding down his thick cock, moaning as some of his blood escapes my mouth, “Fuck, Chanyeol!” I close my eyes, sucking on his wrist as I move, slowly up and down, feeling like my body was on fire. I looked at him, expecting him to be ready to tell me stop.

“Werewolves make blood faster than others,” He says gasping as I slid back up. His eyes glowing slightly. “You can drink more from me than you can normally.” He places his hand on me, positioning my hips to just the right angle so that when I fell down, I was hitting the button of pleasure inside me. Just from this little bit, drinking his blood while slowly fucking him was enough to make me feel like I was going to cum any second. It was dizzying, intoxicating.

“You’re so sexy,” He mutters, leaning in and licking my neck, sucking marks into the skin. “Watch you ride me like this is like a living wet dream,” He says biting into my skin.

I drank and I drank, starting to speed up as my eyes watered at the intense feeling. Chanyeol was just as bad, moaning and sweating, lips on my neck, other hand touching me anywhere he could.

“Stop,” He says, shaking the wrist I was drinking from. He watched me carefully, ready to use force if he needed.

It took all of my restraint and self control I had not to rip into his arm to drink more. I licked the wound, letting it heal as I pulled away, licking my lips and the left over blood.

He presses his lips to mine with no hesitation, my fangs already gone. With ease, Chanyeol pulled me off him, turning me and pushing me back down onto his cock. He smiles, his hair a little wild and his face flushed. “Ava, you have a wonderful ass,” He says, grabbing the cheeks of it and gripping, giving each a little slap. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, just so I can watch it when I slap it,” He says, his voice deeper and husky as he pushes me so that I was on my hands and knees.

The slap to my ass this time was anything but soft. The sting was deliciously painful as I yell out in delight, looking back as I see him push into me. I moaned at the full feeling, pushing my hips back against his. “Chanyeol,” I moan, “Fuck, harder!”

“Your wish is my command,” He says, his voice deep and full of passion. He takes my arms, holding my wrists in his hands as he pulls me to him as he pushes in. “Getting fucked like this in a forest,” He growls, “What a little slut. Tell me you’re a slut, Ava.”

“I’m a slut,” I said, moaning, the sound of his hips snapping into mine echoing through the trees around us. “I’m the biggest slut for you, Chanyeol!”

I hear him chuckle, “God, do you do just anything someone asks of you? Are you that addicted to cock?”

“Only if they know how to use it,” I say, teasing back at him. I shivered, feeling him in me so deep. “Oh god, right there!” He was so thick that I was still gasping from the sensation. The slapping of skin echoed in the woods, along with our moans and shouts. I closed my eyes, arching my back letting him hit my g-spot over and over.

I clenched around him as I was getting close, hearing him moan curses out loud. “You filthy bitch,” Chanyeol growls, “God, your cunt practically sucks me in, begging for more.”

“Please,” I moan, feeling my breasts move with every single thrust. My knees hurt from the ground, but I didn’t care so long as he kept doing this. 

“A bitch in heat isn’t even as desperate as you are,” He says, a growl in his chest as he does so. As it went on, he used more and more of his strength, making tears stream down my eyes at how powerful the thrusts were. My wrists still in his tight grip, him pulling me back as fast as he was pushing in. He moves, holding both of my wrists with one hand. I feel him grab my hair, yanking it, pulling so my back arched just a bit more, making his cock hit me at an even better angle. Chanyeol’s dirty talking just making me feel even hotter somehow, “Taemin was right about you,” He says with a growl, “You get so wet and sloppy it feels like I’m fucking you after ten men cummed in you.” 

“Oh fuck yes,” I yell, feeling like my entire body was lit in euphoria.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little slut,” He asks, slamming his hips into me even harder as I scream. “Should we all just make a train and fuck you one after the other, filling you up?”

“Please, yes Chanyeol please,” I say, tears falling from my eyes even more.

“I can just imagine it, cum pouring out of your cunt from being fucked so many times, over and over. You want that, you filthy whore,” He says, speeding up again. Just the thought of that happening along with everything else Chanyeol did to me wasenough for me to finally tumble. I choked on my moans, feeling my orgasm crash around me. I was shivering and sobbing from the feeling as he kept fucking me, hitting the place in me with every thrust that drove me wild. I was shaking, tears dripping down my face and neck from being fucked so hard and thorough. His name left my lips in loud screams, shaking and my world piratically spinning.

A few more of his thrusts as he pulled out, sliding his cock in between the cheeks of my ass as he groaned. I could feel the cum, warm and thick all on my cheeks and lower back.

His hand let go of my arm, moving and going around my waist to keep me from collapsing on the grass. He moves, laying down on the grass and moves me so that I was using him as a pillow. His chest still heaving, his skin covered in sweat.

I laugh, “Well, I didn’t know you were an ass man, “ I say between gasps.

He laughs, “Absolutely. They’re just so nice to grab,” He says, taking a fist of my mine, shaking it a little as a demonstration.

I moved, whining as I still feel needy. Minseok was right, this is nothing to make lightly.

Chanyeol looks at me, “You’re insatiable.” He says, flipping us over so that I was on my back. I just grinned, getting ready for even more. He smirks, putting my legs over his shoulders winking, his tongue swiping up my center as I screamed, still over sensitive as I grip onto his hair for my life.

Minseok smiles, hearing the sounds even as he was inside. Chanyeol was damn good in bed, he can attest to that. He just wants to make the person he’s with feel good, and he does. Though nothing really beats the site of Chanyeol under you, being an adorable sub. It’s rare, but an absolute treat. He turns back, still holding the phone in his hand as he was listening. He placed the phone down, the speaker on. “I told you, she’s ok. She’s actually doing a lot better than most newborns.”

“I… I’m just worried,” Junmyeon says over the phone, sighing.

Minseok could hear the exhaustion in his friend's voice. The vampire was worried for his boss, and he made sure that the merman knew it. “At least now you won’t have to worry. Our little ex-human isn’t made of glass anymore. But forget that for a moment, what did Yixing and Sehun find out?”

“Using magic, they saw that it was Aisir’s soon to be bride,” Junmyeon says, and Minseok could hear how much he loathed them right now. “She was a shapeshifter, turned into Sehun and told Ava I told the fake Sehun to make sure she got home safe.”

He frowns, glaring as he crushes the now empty can of carbonated water in his hand. Minseok growls, “That… that is exactly something you would do.I bet Sehun was angry about her pretending to be him.”

“He’s angrier than I’ve ever seen him before,” The merman says, “He’s livid. You know him, when he gets angry his eyes just start to rapidly flash into different colors and I’m pretty sure that hasn’t stopped since yesterday.”

“Nope,” Minseok could hear a voice say in the room. The shapeshifter was there. Good. Minseok smiled knowing that Sehun took his words about making sure their boss was ok to heart.

“The real concern was the blade,” Junmyeon says, as Minseok could hear the squeak of his office chair as he sat down. “It’s not normal magic. It was made by Lucifer, using the rib bone that was taken from Adam. He found tit and corrupted it, apparently. It belonged to hell knights. Jongin’s had an encounter with it before it gotten into the hands of the Ventures.”

Minseok nods, “The scar on his back. Fuck, things always get more complicated when biblical shit is thrown in.”

“He said that after he was stabbed, it showed him all the people he cared about him, telling him he was worthless and that he was to blame for all their misfortunes,” Junmyeon says, “I… God, I can’t imagine Ava going through that.”

“Was that before or after,” Minseok asks, trying to keep Junmyeon’s mind on the task at hand and not Ava suffering.

“Taemin saved him from it by turning him,” the merman said, as Minseok could hear him place a glass on the wood of his desk. “The stab wound Jongin had wasn’t as bad as Ava’s, apparently. He had the time to get over the shock. This just makes things even worse for us. The only thing that powerful is an archangel blade.”

“Which, should I remind you, The only ones of us who could hold it is… well, you, Yixing and the wolves,” Minseok says, “And even then, it would burn all of you.”

“That’s not exactly true,” He says, “I’ve found one. It’ll take some time to get here, though. Expensive, but worth it.”

“Taemin, Jongin, Sehun, Baekhyun and Jongdae are all forms of demons. I’m a vampire,” Minseok explains, “We’ll get incinerated immediately if we try to use it.”

He could practically hear Junmyeon struggle to hold back what he meant. Minseok understood. There was something he didn’t know, and if he didn’t know it meant that he made a promise not to speak of it.

“You can tell him,” A small voice says from his side, Sehun, now closer to the phone.

“Sehun has archangel blood in him,” Junmyeon says, quietly. “They mixed creatures with him when they had him. It’s how he broke out of the siren’s call.”

Minseok’s eyes widen, this is... a game changer. No wonder why, when they’ve fought together, Ventures seemed scared of him. Down right terrified. It all made sense now. “Holy shit. If he gets that blade-”

“Nothing on earth could stop me,” Sehun says, the fury in his voice makes Minseok terrified for a moment. “And nothing will. I’m sick of these people hurting all the people I care about.”

Minseok looks, seeing Ava and Chanyeol walking out of the forest. Their faces flushed and hair a mess. He smiles, seeing Ava button her pants and Chanyeol was pulling his shirt over his body, “I’ve got to go. Keep me updated.”

“Will do,” Junmyeon says, nodding. “Please, just… make sure they don’t try anything.”

Minseok smirks, “Of course. For my good deeds and loyalty, you and Ava can name your first born after me in honor of my great deed.”

Junmyeon just hung up, making Minseok laugh. He could, in his mind, see Junmyeon’s blushing face and Sehun laughing beside him. Ava walked in, grinning when she saw Minseok as Chanyeol went immediately to get some water and something to eat.

The call with Junmyeon has scared him, but was also reassuring. He glanced at his new fledgling, pride over flowing as he saw how well she was handling this. The woman who had no self control, gave into all of her vices constantly and daily, somehow had a lot of it when it came to, well, stop from violently hurting innocent people. He made a mental note to ask Chanyeol how she acted when he told her to stop. He could smell the sweat and the sex coming from them, watching as they joked around with one another.

Minseok felt a need to protect Ava. She was his family now, after all. His sole duty before was whatever he wanted and to feed. Now, he felt it, deep in his heart that he will do anything he can to protect his friend.

He watched as they’re still smiley, Ava flirting and Chanyeol flirting back. It seems as if Ava is still reeling, probably turned on naturally instead of her from the blood now. Minseok left before anything could get heated up further. He didn’t want to risk biting her mid sex, again. He wanted to so badly before. He was curious about what Luhan meant, and when he kissed her with her cut lip, he felt a tiny sliver of it. It called to him, telling him to experience something new for the first time in decades.

He didn’t want to. Not now, at the very least. He has to make sure she heals properly.

So, instead, he got into his car after telling Chanyeol he was leaving. He knew the wolf would stay there. The man cared for his friends and wanted to make sure Ava didn’t hurt anyone or herself. The promise of perhaps more sex also a factor, but he knew Chanyeol’s heart was there for the right reasons.

Minseok needed a break. For a week straight he’s been anxious, worried and scared about what would happen. He’s been tense and stressed, and needed some relief.

Minseok quickly dialed a number on his phone, the person he goes to a lot to fuck out this thoughts and feelings. After promising to tell the fae that he will, indeed, tell him about all that’s happened, Yixing invites him over for the night. He glanced back at the house, seeing Chanyeol holding Ava, their lips pressed together as he was carrying her into a guest room.

“Bizarre,” He mutters, smiling at them as he, through the still open door facing the wall of glass, could see Ava get to her knees. “Very bizarre.”

Throughout his life, though, Minseok found that the people who are strange and bizarre make for the best of friends and the strongest of bonds.

[namjoonchronicles]

Autumn – [BTS] Yoongi!Au

[A/N] Song: Dead Leaves by Prod. Min Suga.

“Autumn is really at its height now, look at all the dead leaves on the street.” Mother huffed.

Who’d knew that cracking eggs could be so therapeutic?

Two. Three, and four eggs into the large bowl. Until Yoongi’s mother handed you a large fork as she past, and her voice intruded your thoughts. “…The infamous egg roll we’ve all missed. I never thought I would be tasting that again.” She smiled fondly at the onion she peeled and chopped them into halves. You grinned sheepishly, feeling kind of proud that they’ve spoken about it even when you’re not there. The last time they ate it, was at least three to four years ago. “I’m going to make it extra delicious today, with little bits of sausages,” you started whisking gently.

“…Do you need salt?” You heard her asked and replied a simple nod. “…It’s been awhile since we do this, isn’t it?” She proceeds to chop the onions thinly next, before moving to the carrots. Then she inhaled and exhaled deeply, as if she had been thinking a lot if she should say this or not, but knowing you since you were a teenager, she didn’t hesitate. “… Why can’t Yoongi just date you? You’re smart. You know how to cook. You’re absolutely adorable.” She blinked to the blade and your smile thinned a bit, as if you know how she feels about it. That unfortunate feeling. “…Mom,” you affectionately called her, even if you were not blood-related. The relationship you shared is as close as the one a mother and a daughter would share. “…Everyone has their own type. Yoongi has his. We don’t have to be in a relationship for this to happen… Didn’t you say he brought some of them home to you? The girls,” You prepared the skillet on the stove and turned the heat on before sprinkling some oil on them.

“He dated a few girls. I don’t think it was dating. More like, how should I put it?” Yoongi’s mother pauses before snapping her head up when she had the word in her head and out her lips, “…Passing time.” You snickered lightly. You never understood people who has a relationship in order to pass time. You’ve always thought that relationship are something very intimate between two individuals, and if the relationship is because of love and affection, then it should have preceded to marriage. That is the very objective of dating—to be married. “How were they like?” You thought changing the subject would divert the attention from you but Yoongi’s mother wasn’t intending to leave you behind just yet. “…Just pretty.” You snorted at her answer and she giggled along with you. “Ah! Mother! That’s not very nice.” Your wrist rotated the pan to let oil even out before you take the bowl filled with whisked egg.

You pour the entire amount into the pan at medium heat. The sizzling sound filled the living room, and down the hallway of Yoongi’s apartment. The laughter died down. “But it’s true. That’s all they were. Just…pretty.” Mother laid her knife to rest and leaned her back to the counter watching you at work, expertly controlling the stove and pan. Hair tight in a messy bun, dashing to the counter to grab the chopped onions and bell peppers. “…But boys will be boys, mother.” You stated and turned to her and her puppy eyes, begging for what you already knew. Her gazes spoke louder than words, just pleading.You had to break contact, and stared at your feet, shaking your head lightly, “…Would you want him to be with someone he doesn’t like? I mean, it’s Yoongi.” You shrugged your shoulder, turn off the stove, and then goes leaning against the counter, oppose to Yoongi’s mother.

“…I want Yoongi to be happy. What matters most, is that.” Your eyes slide to hers slowly and you tilted your head to the side, smiling, hoping to mend her heart by it. “…What a fine daughter-in-law you’ll make to someone, one day,” she murmured, and averting her eyes and body to resumed chopping green onions, and, “…I’m already jealous of her.” The front door beeped open, and before you could even see his face, he was mumbling through a short walkway approaching the kitchen. Paper bags in arms, a couple of fruits, heavy footsteps with socks, muttering, “I had to go all the way downtown, because the convenient store downstairs? They ran out of meat. I bought watermelon and some honeydew.” He placed them all on the counter. “…Did you get the flower beetroot?” You inched next to him as he got rid of his jacket. He looked down and nodded on the list you wrote. “This one was a bit tricky. Who’d knew there was so many types of mushroom?” Yoongi whined and his lips becomes pouty, like always. You giggled, and start to organize the things. “It’s your turn now.” You said to him, passing him a bowl. “…Braised spicy seafood? It’s my time now? Let me wash my hands.” He started rolling up his sleeves and a flash came from mother’s direction. “You two really looked like a married couple.” She excited safe the photo from her phone and Yoongi started groaning in dissatisfaction, “…Mother! We are handling serious issue here. Is this the time to take pictures?”

You pinched him by the sleeve and urged him to go wash his hands quickly instead of bickering with his mother and he wordlessly go. “I have to do the squids right? Take out the guts and everything?” He asked while drying his washed hands. You nodded while taking a bite from the cookie in his hand, he took the rest of the unbitten piece in his mouth like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “…You need to strip the squid and wash the guts off. The tentacles needs to be skewed with your nail. That’s where most of the dirt are,” before exclaiming in full-mouth, “Is this soft cookie from Betty’s Cookie Jar shop?” Yoongi took the knife from Mother’s chopping board and started to clean the squids, nodding. You turned your head up to where Mother is, but she disappeared to the hallway with her phone, “…How small do you want your squid?” Yoongi’s question made you resumed plating the eggrolls on a cute plate.

“Bite-size.” You shot. Yoongi’s lips protruded as he focused. “How’s work?” He asked, and you clicked your tongue immediately, right after. “I think I have my answers.” He smacked his lips together and slightly nodded while you throw your head back, laughing. “We agreed not to talk about work on this fine weekend!” You scolded him, slapping his arm playfully. “…I went on a blind date…” You started. “Oh?” Yoongi replied, his smile is gone and all that’s left is that stoned expression as he gathered his squid into a plate. You took the pot from the side and placed them on the stove. “Yeah. He was nice.” You recalled. The guy wore loose white Polo shirt with jeans. He had this ridiculously gorgeous smile and an expensive wrist watch that he made sure, was seen by you. Or maybe you were a bit sceptical.

You also remembered that he liked reading. He was reading when you came. And you noticed that he was honest, too. Provided in the way you eyed his phone when a message came he promptly answered your questioning eyes with a blunt, unpretentious, “…A notification about a book I ordered. It says it’s coming tomorrow.” He gave you that same smile again, and you nibbled the piece of meat from your fork. “…You know, you’re the first girl I’ve ever went on a date with, who ordered steak instead of salads.” He tips his head back then to the side, as if he had been contemplating to say it, all this time you were here. “I like my steaks.” You gushed, shamelessly and the twinkle in his eyes tells you that it wasn’t something he would be despised of, but yet, something he actually adored.

“It’s a compliment! It’s really a compliment,” he showed his toothy smile, hiding the embarrassment behind his large pair of hands. “I’m sorry if I made it sound like it’s a bad thing.” His laughter cools down and you suddenly starting to feed on his adorable grin, with your cheeky eyes. “Everything you say sounded like a government’s mans’ speech. Maybe it’s your deep voice. It’s very sexy.” You blurted out, confidently. He cleared his throat and reached for a glass of water, before it tips overs splashed the liquid over the carpeted floor. You handed him your glass and waved for a waiter. The dinner date ended shortly after, and unlike his confident expressions before, he constantly look away, apologizing and staying oddly quiet. The event affected him. He sent you off with a taxi, fully paid and you knew from the way he turned his back to you, you were not going to see him ever again. Not because you weren’t a potential girlfriend, but because he couldn’t forgive himself for making a mistake, no one intended. And you knew from that, that he is going to be hard to please and he will self-blame himself until it consumes him. A relationship with him will become toxic if he doesn’t reciprocate an approach you initiated.

You blinked, and you were back in the kitchen with a very silent Yoongi. And the conversation ended there, until Yoongi’s mother walked back in.

“Everything good?” She greeted. “Yeah.” “Yup.”

The lunch on a Saturday began shortly after Yoongi finished making his braised spicy seafood. You were listening to mom ranting about a shop assistant who wouldn’t explain why her coupons couldn’t be used, while Yoongi stays very quiet. You noticed that and looked at him, from across the table. You placed an eggroll in his bowl, he picks them up with his chopstick, took them in his mouth and snapped his head to the side, chewing. His jaw muscle tensed. “I mean,” Mother began, “…I don’t understand.” Yoongi cleaned up his plate with a single swipe of the spoon. “…Why won’t you guys date?” Mother finished her sentence and you dropped your gaze to your bowl. Yoongi took his away and pushed the chair back, signalling that he’s done with his lunch, “…I know right.” Yoongi started to rinse his bowl, tilting his head back a little, gawking an insincere smile.

“…Why won’t we date?” He dried his hands, take the plate of frozen honeydew from the fridge and to the table where you were. “You guys will be perfect for each other. I like her. Tell me, darling, is it Yoongi?” Mother patted your knee underneath the table. A broken smile crept on your lips, hesitantly. The chopstick you used to eat seemed so heavy. As you recalled the events that unfold in your head when you heard the word ‘date’ and ‘Yoongi’ in one sentence.

It must have been a week after the summer ended, and autumn began, several years ago. The autumn leaves started to scatter every time the wind blows. Yoongi’s attention shifted to the ground while you gaze up to the only leaf that’s hanging on the twig of a frail-looking tree, by the small pond of your hometown. “Barely hanging on.” You whispered. And in Yoongi’s head, was all the words he wished he could have said, his silence that you understood so much and you passed a knowing smile. “…I know you want to hold on,” You said to him, digging your hands far into the hoodie he lend you. “…But I want you see the world. See other girls. Date many other girls, first. And if, you still want me, you can come back to me. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re making a mistake when you are in a relationship with me.” You explained.

Ridiculous. One word in Yoongi’s head.

Why would wanting to date you—be a mistake? Why would wanting to choose you, of all these girls around, be a mistake? Why is it wrong to want someone you want? Yoongi thought that you didn’t think he was good enough. That’s why he didn’t bother to fight for you. A withering love that he felt, wasn’t the same thing you feel. You were simply giving him a choice. Yoongi knows only you, and it would be a waste for him to never know all the types of girls out there, when he could. “So you don’t want me.” He spat, forcing his lips out and nodded, sourly at the trees above. “No… I just don’t want you to feel spared of what the world had to offer.” You softly say, kicking air. “I don’t care what the world had to offer,” He slummed, and he sighs, “…And if you put it that way, then fine. I’ll roam around the world, see other people, but only because you told me to, not because I wanted to. I can’t hold on to things that wants to drift away.” The heavy conversation dims that way, with no words from you. You left for main city to study, and Yoongi went to do resumed his passion. Both of you went separate ways. For a while, for two, three years.

Yoongi walked past the living room and snatched his iPad before walking down the hallway to his room. “Why don’t you guys date?” Mother asked, impatiently. “Ask her…” Yoongi grumbled.

Sun is setting soon, after spending the whole day with Yoongi and his mom, you told them you needed to go. But Yoongi’s mother always had an excuse to let you stay an hour longer. And an hour become two, two became three and before you know it, it was an hour before midnight. This time, Yoongi’s mother was laying asleep on the couch and Yoongi grabbed the car key across the table while you waited at the door. “…Come up with something so she’ll think I left because of emergencies.” You advised Yoongi, walking out the main door. “I’m not going to lie to my mother.” He grumbled back at you, leading the way to the elevator. “…It’s not the first time you lied to her.” You darted back, “You think she would really believe that you and the girls you brought home was just, a friendly fling? What a total bullshit.” You chucked your tongue. “You think I’m sleeping with them?” He shot.

“Why wouldn’t you?” You arched an eyebrow at him, challenging.

Yoongi passed you a look that screams, unbelievable. “All these years of knowing me, and still, you would think I would sleep with just any girls. Am I a fuckboy?”

“With those looks? Undeniably, yes.” “Well glad to hear that. Everything is going as planned, yes?” He bit his lower lip as the lift descends to the parking lot. You didn’t think you needed to answer that. It was a trick question. He was clearly trying to remind you what you said to him on that autumn morning. Freeing him from his ‘leash’, releasing him from the latch he wants to be in. Drifting away from him, because you thought you were not enough for him, when he is clearly all you need. The drive home was accompanied by songs you knew he arranged. One particular song brought you back to that very day, and it was titled, ‘Dead Leaves’. You looked out the car window in silent, watching arrays of trees dancing in the subtle wind. The street partially empty down this side of the city, and you were overwhelmed with feelings you can’t explain.

So you started to speak, very slowly, just as the song ended. There was no track right after that one, suggests that it must have been the end of the track. “…I had a very difficult three years.”

“Mom’s health was deteriorating. Dad was working at 67, and I couldn’t find a job. My little brother was getting wavered by online games, and he was skipping class.” You blinked slowly at the view of the street, from the moving car. “…I had no one to turn to. I was devastated, and at many point during that span of three years, I thought of…disappearing. I thought of horrible things. I couldn’t stand at the top of the building, not wanting to be at the edge. I stared at the ceiling fan in my room, already knowing how to tie a knot with the belt. I put my face in the pillow and just when I started to stop breathing, I turned to the side, gasping for air. You have no idea how many times I said to myself, to live just one more day.” You wiped away a trickle of tear with the back of your hand. Yoongi stayed very silent, as usual.

“…Wow, I’ve been keeping this inside me for so long. Because couldn’t find the time to cry.” You giggled and sniffed. Yoongi was making a left turn to the apartment you stayed in, the guards granted entry and he walked you up to your apartment, accompanying you. “Thank you, for listening to my unfortunate rants. Thank you for letting me cook in your apartment. Thank you for being a good son and friend. Thank you for coming all the way up here to send me home. Just thank you so much, now off you go.” You said, standing behind the door of your apartment and when you were just about to shut the door, Yoongi placed his hand on it, stopping you. He hung his head low and you asked him why he did that.

He looked at you with a pair of eyes you didn’t recognise coming from Yoongi, through his bangs and filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher. “How dare you lived a life without me,” he grumbled, pushing the door wider as he speaks, “…I like the fact that you suffered without me. But I hate the fact that you didn’t run to me, when you could have. And should have.” He is in your apartment completely now, clenching his jaws. “Because of your pride?” He tips his head to the side a bit before grabbing you, before you could even reply, held you by the back of your neck and placed his lips on you. He took your scent in as if he had been waiting for so long for this, inhaling you. And his kiss was gentle as it progresses, oozing a lot of love with every inch of its movement, easing you into the mood. One hand on your hip, the other behind your head, holding you in place. You feel the wall behind you, fully. Your head was protected by his hand so it won’t drill against the concrete while he spills verses of love through his elaborated kisses.

You broke the kiss and he pants, with a boyish grin on his face, “…What pride?” He eyed you up and down, eating you up. He thumbed your lips, lovingly, as if he was trying to memorise how it felt and tasted like. “I think you still want me.” Yoongi tips his eyes up, and instead of lust, he was looking at you with much care. In contrast of how he initiated the kiss. Maybe it was the spur of the moment. But those eyes that are looking at you right now, is the eyes of the Yoongi you left by the small pond of your home town, many years ago. And he is back, with the same desire, slightly older but is heavily prepared to regain what he’s lost. “Are you sure it’s me you want?” Your voice sounded embarrassingly croaky with want, and you prayed he didn’t notice that. He linked his forehead to yours, “…Fuck yeah.”

And the morning can come, and Yoongi would still want you. Let all the mornings come, for all he wants, is you.

Mother got the daughter in law she wanted. And Yoongi came back to you. Isn’t that what soulmates are? That no matter how far apart you drifted, you’ll always come back to the place you believed is home. “I don’t hate autumn as much now.” Yoongi stated, playing with your fourth finger, twisting the ring. “You hated it before?” You looked up at his jaw, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Absolutely despise it.”