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fontainexpert · 2 years
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Anguish 001- Anguish
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“Out  of  genuine  free  will,  I,  Lee  Minho,  exercise  the  divine  right  to  reject  my  sacredly  designed  soulmate.”
Member: Lee  Minho / Lee  Know  x  Femme  Reader  (she / her)
Au: Frat Boi! Minho  +  Rejected  Soulmate  AU
Genre: Angst  (some  comedy?,,  this  series  is  gonna  be  angsty  because  of  the  whole  ‘rejected  soulmate’  thing)
Rated  T  for  a  whole  lotta  swearing,  a  frat  party,  crowds,  usage  of  alcohol  and  mentions  of  drugs,  intensity,  reader  is  a  bit  socially  anxious (please  lmk  if  any  other  warnings  are  needed!💞🥺)
Word Count:  4k  &  manually  double  spaced  between  words  &  paragraphs  for  ease  of  reading!!!!🥵🤠🥰
Note: this is dedicated to @trixareforlix, they’re the first-ever friend I made on here and they’re the one who sparked this frat au idea!! Ilysm always angel!!<33
Edited: 201015 (Original: 190813 )
Anguish series 1/?-  ~001~, 002
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The  anticipated  day  where  you’d  become  magnetized,  the  world  around  you  becoming  a  blur,  your  heart  falling  into  perfect  sync  with  the  one  destined  for  you  truly… was  not  like  that  at  all,  actually!  No,  the  stars  were  cruel  to you,  perhaps  you  did  something  awful  in  your  past  life  to   deserve  this,  but  maybe  what  is  more  likely  is  that  your  soulmate’s  just  an  asshole.  After  all,  one’s  soulmate  was  the  complete  opposite  of  one’s  self.  Soulmates  were  the  yin  to  one’s  yang  and  vice  versa  and  all  that.  To  keep  one  balanced,  or  whatever. 
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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fic read list (under construction)
(semi fic rec ? its all the fics that i've read)
DISCLAIMER : none of these fics are my work, im not an author, im merely a reader! the fics are linked straight to the original post by the authors <3 thank you for liking my unintentional fic rec list, it means a lot to me 😭 and please support these amazing authors and their incredible writings 💗
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STRAY KIDS
bang chan
1. paris (1950s au, actor au)
2. non ducor duco (historical au, gang au)
3. the phantom (vampire au, historical au)
4. the eclipse (cop au)
5. from grace (demon au)
6. free fall ; one two three (mafia au)
7. supercut. (established relationship au)
8. chan + plushies (established relationship au)
9. [untitled] (college au)
10. domestic disturbance. (detective au, fwb trope, fake marriage trope)
11. good enough (established relationship au)
12. my house (ceo au, established relationship au)
13. [daddy issues - the nbhd] (... yeah 🧍)
14. [11:23 pm] (idol au)
lee know
1. business proposals (ceo au)
2. who are you (detective au)
3. strawberries (tattoo artist au)
4. misfits. (punk au)
5. youngblood (college au, f2l trope)
6. expectorate. (mafia au)
7. "go back to sleep." (established relationship au)
changbin
1. weight on my shoulders (social media au)
hyunjin
1. backseat driving (racer au)
2. back in time (time travel au)
3. it's knot you (soulmate au)
4. forward in time (time travel au)
5. define it (f2l trope)
6. don't wanna be friends. (pornstar au, f2l trope)
7. the duke and i (bridgerton au, f2l trope)
han
1. reverse corruption (?? au)
seungmin
1. getting to first base (highschool au)
ot8 (headcanons mostly,,)
1. when you wear their clothes
2. cockwarming
TOMORROW X TOGETHER
yeonjun
1. hasta la vista (1989 au)
2. how he deals with you being a brat (fwb trope)
3. today is the day (time travel au)
4. [untitled] (badboy au)
5. break time (college au)
6. back and forth (roommates au, s2f2l trope)
7. making out for the first time (established relationship au)
8. sober thoughts (f2l trope)
9. summer rain (summer camp au)
10. loved. (social media au)
11. pose (model au)
12. bambi (1920s au, hitman au)
13. [untitled] (established relationship au)
14. you're fucked up but so am i (revenge au)
15. seesaw (social media au)
16. the story of us (social media au)
17. 10:20 am (college au)
18. wheresoever you go (established relationship au)
19. dancing with your ghost (ghost au)
20. sneaky link (college au)
21. playboy (model au)
22. till' the end of summer (college au, ALSO MY FAVORITE SERIES OH MY GOD)
23. the art of (mis)communication (bf2e2l trope)
24. punishment (?? au)
25. you see love is a game (and i still want to play) [college au]
26. make a wish (?? au)
27. see the stars (established relationship au)
soobin
1. perfectly perfect (highschool au)
2. clingy much? (werewolf au)
3. game over (college au)
4. one last present (established relationship au)
5. mr. choi (neighbour au)
6. down the aisle (wedding planner au)
7. paper hearts (1980s au)
8. [8:23 pm] (neighbour au)
9. 17:53 (established relationship au)
10. 2:30 am (strangers au)
11. stuck on you (social media au)
12. new rules (idol au)
13. little bunny (idol au)
14. 33 (best friends pining trope)
15. saint (highscool au)
16. [10:33 am] (established relationship au)
17. d r a m a (social media au)
beomgyu
1. you're the one that i want (college au)
2. voices (soulmate au, s2e2l trope)
3. the prince and the jackal (fantasy au)
4. journey with you (fantasy au)
5. silver nights (social media au)
6. listen before i go (social media au)
taehyun
1. beverly hills (e2l trope)
2. when the ice begins to thaw (fantasy au)
3. underneath the golden sun (guardian angel au, soulmate au)
4. hero (social media au)
hueningkai
1. 7:12 a.m. (hybrid au)
2. long live the king (royalty au, f2l trope)
3. princeps caeli (fantasy au)
4. thank you, barista boy (college au, barista au)
ot5 (headcanons mostly,,)
1. reaction to you receiving a lot of anonymous love letters
2. what he'd call you
3. reacting to having a small s/o
misc.
1. cat & mouse (college au, fwb trope) ; jaemin
2. demon days (demon au, college au) ; san
3; doll (?? au) ; sunghoon
4. smoky aura (neighbour au) ; johnny
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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summary: so maybe you wore a slutty outfit to 3racha's concert in your city. you didn't expect it to get attention--especially any attention from him.
genre: smut lolol, han is a lil bit of a fckboy
pairing: han x fem!reader
xtra info: this is a 3racha!only au, skz don't exist here, 3racha aren't idols but a slightly well known rap group. this was also a request!
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You were just like all your other friends who wanted to look as sexy as possible for this upcoming show. April 18th, 8:30 PM was the time that all the boys of 3RACHA would be making their way on stage.
To say you... whored yourself out, is an understatement.
You didn't care. The amusing lyrics of "WOW" blasted through your speaker as your friend helped you slip on your see-through fishnet shirt over your black bra with "3RA" written on one cup, "CHA" on the other. The black cargo pants slightly evened out how revealing the top half of you was-they were split in the middle right underneath your ass, and you were happy for that-you would surely overheat in that nightclub with everyone around you.
So maybe you were going a little overboard. You didn't care.
"I swear if Changbin is in those glasses... I'm gonna piss myself." Hyewon whispers out as she scrolls through 3RACHA's Twitter. As soon as you were at a red light, you turned to see the picture-it was one they posted just an hour ago that you didn't get to see because you were too busy making yourself look like a Goddess with the new makeup you'd bought.
Changbin sported some clear glasses with what seemed like a tight white shirt with leather pants and a leather shirt that was cut in random places, squeezing him and making his physique pop. Chan wore a black blazer and nothing underneath, the blazer being buttoned the first few buttons, but left open after, revealing his muscled tummy.
And Jisung, your favorite. You could've crashed your car at the sight of him.
He's evil. Evil, for wearing that crop top with the same leather cut out as Changbin and leather pants. If you weren't a fan, you almost would've thought they were idols about to perform on a music stage, but that could never be your boys. Their personalities were far from idol-ish.
And it didn't help that your friends, along with you, got tickets to be as close as possible. Right in the fucking front.
"They're gonna kill us," you whimpered, your heartbeat suddenly racing as you parked in front of the nightclub. You were a bit early, and so were other fans it seemed--some people waiting outside their cars with alcohol or cigarettes in between their fingers.
Getting out of your car, you were shocked to suddenly hear a bunch of shouting and cheering. Looking towards the direction of the sound, your eyes popped at the sight of 3RACHA climbing out a black van. They were a little far away, but close enough that you could stare at them and tell if they were staring back.
They were. They were.
"Dude, they undoubtedly saw your fucking bra." Chaeyoung giggled at you, reaching forward to squeeze your tits, and you grunted at her as you pushed your hands away. She was right though--you made the words as big as possible and wrote them in white so they would be clear to any human eye. "What if they invite you on stage?"
"Then everyone in that bitch is getting a free strip show," you stated bluntly, causing your friends around you to laugh, especially at the fact that you were dead serious. You wouldn't miss the chance to at a one in a lifetime experience.
Getting into the concert was easier and way more fun than expected. You got plenty of compliments on your outfit, even a "they're definitely taking you to the back for that," every once in a while from fellow fans. Soon enough you were at the front of the club with your other friends, a cup full of sprite in your hand. You didn't wanna get drunk-you wanted to remember every second of this.
After a couple of minutes of vibing with the crowd, the lights in the club dimmed and screams erupted. You were amongst them, especially as the boys came out one by one, with wide smiles on their faces. Jisung's smile was turning into a little smirk as the screams got louder and louder, and his smug attitude was already making you weak in the knees.
"What's up motherfuckers?!" Changbin yelled into his mic, causing the other two to laugh as they helped in hyping up the crowd. "We're so excited to see all of your faces!"
"All of you already know the tracklist right?" Chan asked, and you nodded while everyone in the club told him yes. "Good. Han might forget some of it."
"Fuck you!" Jisung shouted at the other, though the smug smile stayed on your face. You couldn't help but laugh, and heat spread through your face as his eyes met yours due to the sound. He smiled a little more at you.
"He noticessss youuuu..." Hyewon whispered to you, nudging your shoulder. You roll your eyes.
While they introduce themselves and go through the tracklist once more, Jisung keeps meeting your eyes. You can tell he's looking at your bra, and you embrace it.
As soon as they start performing, the vibes start changing. You lose yourself in their music like you do when you're dancing in your room to their voices. You rap along, along with your friends, taking sips of sprite and feeling some of the soda on your chest, your skin sticky underneath the bright lights of the stage.
It's the middle of the setlist when they pause, taking a break to say a few words. Chan's are full of emotion, thanking everyone for staying and supporting. Changbin's are more or less the same, with some jokes filling the stadium with laughter.
"All of you have got on some nice ass outfits too," Han starts, tongue coming out to swipe at his bottom lip as his eyes suddenly slide over to your figure. "Especially this cutie in the front row. You got our name on your tits? That's a first."
Instead of shying away from the attention, you embrace it. Once in a lifetime experience.
"Guess who's name I got on my ass?" You tell him back, grinning as the nightclub erupts in cheers at your snakiness. Jisung's mouth drops a little at your confidence, and he winks at you, a telling look in the way his eyelids lower.
The next two hours were the best you could ever hope for. They performed a new song featuring two smaller rapper friends of theirs, The Tortoise and The Hare, and the beat sounds unbelievably sexy on the speakers. Of course, you know every word, and you lean into Jisung as he comes closer to you with the mic, rapping right in your face. His energy is high and you match it just as well, maybe even hitting the lyrics more than he does.
At the end of the concert, you're busy taking pictures and sharing videos with other fans when someone in all black approaches you, towering over you with his height. Leaning down, he whispers into your ear.
"A request from J.ONE--meet him backstage as soon as you can. He'll be waiting."
The man leaves. You sneak a look at his face before he does and you're left breathless once you realize that it's 3RACHA's manager.
Chaeyoung appears next to you, seeming as shocked as you are. "Was that-?"
"Yep. It was."
"Well?! What are you still standing here for?! Go get some dick!"
You widen your eyes at her, mouth opening to speak, but she cuts you off. "Nope. Don't need to worry bout me and Hyewonnie, we're going to the afterparty down the street. Join us when you're ready... if you can walk, at least."
You pop her and she leaves with Hyewon, snickering.
Once you start weaving your way through the crowd and walk behind the manager, you start to actually get nervous for the first time tonight. If Jisung wanted to fuck you, suck you, lick you--hell, you'd let him do anything. Sex was never something you shied away from, especially not from drop-dead gorgeous men.
You're too deep in your thoughts to notice the manager stopping until you nearly fun into him. His head points towards a closed door with the name J.ONE written on a piece of paper stuck towards it.
"He's in there."
With a small breath, you wished yourself luck before opening the door.
Jisung is sitting on a couch, his forehead dripping in sweat. His hair is wet but still parted in the middle how you like, and once you're so close to him, you can see his eyes are decorated in red eyeshadow.
He grins. "Hey, cutie."
You raise an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Do you do this with all your fans?" you tease him, head tilting as you lean back against the door.
His grin widens. "Why? You jealous, baby?"
"Jealous?" you scoff. "Not at all. Just don't want you to think I'm a quick fuck cause I like your music. I'll delete it all reallll fast."
"Baby, baby, baby," he soothes, and your heart flutters. "It's not like that at all. I just wanna get to know you, I can't do that?"
You stare at him blankly. "Get to know me while I have your group's name across my boobs?"
He shrugs, but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips. "You wore it, not me... you had me distracted all night."
"Did I?"
"You really did," he murmurs, suddenly standing, and his presence fills the room. His shirt rises and your eyes are quick to get any sneaks at his tummy that you can. He is dangerously attractive. "Couldn't stop imagining having that bra in my pocket after I-"
"After you what?" you egg him, stepping off the door this time and closer to him. He stares you down. "Go on. Say it, Hannie."
"After I make you cum, baby."
That was all you needed. You wanted this, and he wanted it too--neither of you was shying away from it.
It took about three seconds after you kissed him for him to slam your back against the door, bending down to reach your height. His hot hands slide your exposed, sweaty thighs, gripping at the flesh.
"I believe you told me you had someone else's name written on your ass," he whispered against your lips. When you opened your eyes, his were still closed, and your pussy thrummed at how into it he looked. Just like on stage. "That true, baby?"
"Maybe," you whispered back. "Wanna see?"
He wasted no time in spinning you around, his arms reaching around your waist to unbuckle your cargo pants. Yanking them down, he inhaled sharply at the sight of you clad in just a black thong, with "J.ONE'S" written on your right asscheek, signed with a heart next to it.
"Holy shit," he muttered breathlessly in your ear, kneading at your flesh, driving mewls from you as you bucked up against him. It felt way too good. "You were just planning on giving this pussy to me tonight, weren't you?"
You were on fire. Nothing could cool you down, as his words were only lighting you up further, making you unbelievably hot. "I was hoping I'd get lucky."
"I'm the lucky one," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. A cute moment in this bubble of sex around you two. "I bet you taste amazing, huh?"
Plucking your thong out the way, he ran one finger down your slit, from your clit to your hole which clenched around nothing. Pressing further against you, he slid in the long digit, immediately sliding it back out and messily fingerfucking you just to feel your writhe against his chest. Your pussy aches for more and he gives you just that; adding one more, two more fingers until he's stretching you out, feeling out a rhythm with his fingers. It's fast, so fast you can barely think straight, and once he swipes the pad of his thumb over your clit you're a goner, sucking in his fingers as you cum all over them.
It's quiet for a moment, other than the sound of you breathing heavily against the door. Then, the sound of Jisung licking his fingers invades the air.
"Just as sweet as you look," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "Can I fuck you now, baby?
The fact that he's asking surely makes you drip. His fingers are steadily stroking your pussy, even sliding up to prod over your rim, your eyelids fluttering.
"Yes, please, Hannie," you permit him through shallow breaths. "Please fuck me."
He purposefully goes slow with tearing open the condom wrapper, and you can only imagine how sexy he looks sliding the rubber over his cock. You try to take a peak but he stops you, whispering "ah ah ah" as the hand finds the back of your head, making you face forward.
"I'll let you see the next time we meet up," he whispers, sliding his tip between your folds.
Next time. He wants to see you again.
He delves inside you, and all the tension from the concert snaps as soon as he's as deep as he can get. Pleasure soars through your body with every inch that slides up into your pussy. His hands are tight against your hips, and he can't help but roam his palms over your thighs, especially over his name-pulling out and snapping back into you.
He fucks what belongs to him. He doesn't want to go slow and neither do you, nails scratching against the door as he rams into you at a steady, almost melodic pace. He doesn't shy away from being quiet either, his voice making you clench even tighter. Is it possible that he sounds just as good moaning for you as he does rapping?
"Definitely gonna write about this pussy," he grunts in your ear, staying deep inside you and rolling his hips in little circles, which causes you to sigh wistfully. "Write about how it's already got me addicted."
His hand comes up to find your left breast as he starts fucking you again, squeezing at your already hard nipples. "This bra, too. I'm stealing it. Just so you know."
You're too lost to respond. You can almost feel yourself going dumb, not caring about anything around you or anyone that can hear as he moves. You can tell he's the same way--slapping your ass every other second, leaning forward to dig his teeth in your shoulder when you position your hips up on his cock.
"Baby.." he starts, his hands finding their way to your chest now, holding onto you like he's about to lose it. "Baby, I'm gonna nut."
"Me too, me too," you join him in chants, both of your voices high and needy. "Don't stop. Don't stop.."
He fucks into you harder, quicker, his grip tight on your body as he nears the edge. In just a few more quick thrusts you're cumming around him, head falling back once you feel his condom filling with thick warmth. You're shaking at this point, too weak to even stand—but he's got you, holding you up and somehow maneuvering the two of you to the small couch in the room.
Most people would think lying on a random rapper after sex, sticky and wet, is the grossest thing ever. But you think of it as the perfect end to your night.
"...Hey."
"Hm?" You look up at him.
"I really want that bra. Y'know, as like, a souvenir."
Yep, you think. Perfect ending.
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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shameless series masterlist~
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shameless: the prologue (mature) 2.3k ║ f reader x Lee Felix
shameless ch 1: breathless (mature) 5.5k ║ f reader x Lee Felix
shameless ch 2: speechless (mature) 4.6k ║ f reader x Lee Felix
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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Bang Agency
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Synopsis: Chris Bang, the young CEO of a famous photography agency. Lee Yn, a simple girl with a passion for the photography, her main models are her brother and her best friends. What will happen when she decide to go with them to a party hosted by the Bang Agency?
Genre: romance, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, crack.
Pairing: CEO!BangChan x photographer!f!reader, LeeMinho x HanJisung, LeeFelix x HwangHyunjin.
Warnings: mentions of cheating (not Chan or the reader), mentions of SA, swear words, explicit language (sex related, but not smut, just some references).
Status: on going…
Publication of the first chapter: 11 June 2022
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Profiles — Private profiles
1. Hotties
2. You’re adopted
3. Bang party
4. You’re my favorite
5. Jesus Chris 
6. Being your neighbor is going to be hell 
7. They finally recognized my power
8. Bro is already thinking about his marriage
9. Living the Yn life
10. All the single ladies 
11. I’ll be your witness
12. I’ll kill you – Minho 
13. ✨recommendation ✨
14. Sebastian fucking Stan
15. There’s a child here please
16. [Thinks about sugar daddy]
17. NO WAY REALLY?
18. You dare use my own spells against me?
19. Yes ma’am
20. Please respect for the singles here
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Warning: some hints of angst at the beginning, smut, fingering, oral ( m. and f.receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), creampie, salirophilia, dacryphilia, corruption kink, double penetration in two holes, dirty talking, degradation, hints of humiliation, use of pet names (such as pretty girl, kitten, baby, babygirl, Prince, etc.), fivesome- M/M/F/M/M, ninesome, threesomes and foursome mentioned, mentions of cuckholding, dom!skz members, switch!skz and reader, sub!reader, bratty reader
Synopsis: It seems year after year on your birthday seems to getting a little more interesting, especially when your boyfriend’s friends want to be involved.
A/N: I’ve decided to turn my yearly birthday gift to myself into a series. Please enjoy when I update this series every year on my birthday :)
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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 ➵ (Bangchan, Minho, Hyunjin, Han)
𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ (Bangchan, Minho, Hyunjin, Han)
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➵ (Bangchan, Minho, Hyunjin, Han, Felix)
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ➵ (OT8)
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ➵ (OT8)
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© All rights reserved to spilledtee. There is no copying or modifying of writing. Translating and reposting work is prohibited. Please inform me if you see anything similar to my work.
If you like my work please support me here and send feedback here. Thank you so much :)
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T H O S E W H O W A N D E R
-> what happens to those who are left behind, forced to wander the earth but never be a part of it?
or
-> in which, maybe you should have trusted that old realtor who had told you your new apartment was haunted. Lee Felix was bored just simply existing, it was time that he had a little fun tormenting the mortals.
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pairing: ghost!Felix x human!reader
featuring: Bang Chan, Lee Felix + random idols
genre: smau, crack, fluff, slight angst, s2l
status: completed!
warnings: cursing, mentions of death (obviously)
A/n: I had this idea right after I finished my Jisung imagine VI ET ANIMO and I'm finally getting around to it !! This is basically what happened to the spirit after the events of that fic.
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intro: profiles
part one: your funeral
part two: bring the liquor
part three: breakthrough
part four: I might know a guy
part five: our little routine
part six: Hey, ghost
part seven: YOU ARE A GHOST
part eight: this one's for you
part nine: that's the spirit
part ten: am I allowed say that about a ghost?
part eleven: pretty tragic
part twelve: in the flesh
part thirteen: the soulless
part fourteen: always be there
part fifteen: just say you love me already
part sixteen: someone like him
part seventeen: fall in love with a ghost
part eighteen: this was a mistake
outro: how about this
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T H E M E M E S
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST
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NEED TO READ
chris | paris - [40k]
chris | daffodil - [27.6k]
chris | the colour of water - [26.8k]
chris | our story won't end - [13.1k]
chris | streetracha - [10.5k]
chris | curtain call - [5.5k]
chris | cutie pie - [5.1k]
hyunjin | sweet like candy (sm!au) - [wc unknown]
hyunjin | falling from grace - [15.4k]
hyunjin | four - [11.7k]
hyunjin | worn out jackets - [10k]
hyunjin | just in case - [8.6k]
hyunjin | pain in the a** - [5k]
hyunjin | only fools fall for you (ongoing) - [wc tbd]
jisung | rule breaker - [85.6k]
jisung | a truth universally (un)acknowledged - [35k]
jisung | in fair verona - [26.4k]
jisung | kiss yourself - [24.3k]
jisung | squirrel and wife - [10.6k]
felix | write me a melody - [8.3k]
felix | harry potter holidays - [4.8k]
FAVORITES!
chris | love me, love me not - [6.5k]
hyunjin | black rose - [21.9k]
hyunjin | the study of relationships - [15k]
hyunjin | stay for a while - [12k]
hyunjin | nobody compares to you - [7k]
jisung | let you love me - [17.8k]
felix | sugar sugar - [23.7k]
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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click here for TOMORROW X TOGETHER!SMAU SERIES
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a collection of stray kids!smau series that i have read, am currently reading or want to read (so I don't lose track)!!
feel free to send an ask or a message about any skz social media au's that you have read and enjoyed, doesn't matter which member bc at this point I'll read any and all of them bc I am obsessed... enjoy <3
♡ -> personal favorites!!
ot8
the epic highs and lows of jyp university (completed) ♡
prom committee (completed) ♡
guess who (completed)
waiting for us (ongoing)
of all things good and evil (ongoing)
room 404 (ongoing)
school life (ongoing)
about love (ongoing)
until i confess (ongoing)
bang chan
beautiful liar (completed)
enigma (completed)
plot twists (completed)
all in (completed)
lover of mine (completed) ♡
song for you (completed)
yellow wood (completed)
face the music (completed) ♡
shitty fanfiction (ongoing) ♡
lee know
go higher (on hiatus) ♡
isn’t it delicate? (completed) ♡
the journal (completed)
a better match (completed)
dance with me (completed)
my sunshine (completed) ♡
meant to be (completed)
tongue tied (completed)
try me (completed)
i want you around (ongoing) ♡
don’t hate the player, hate the game (ongoing)
hwang hyunjin
sun & moon (discontinued..)
clumsy (on hiatus??)
you're my best friend (on hiatus??)
sweet like candy (completed) ♡
only fools fall for you (completed) ♡
all I know is your name (completed)
it's just a mistake (completed)
haven (completed)
crush culture (completed)
I choose you (completed)
past mistakes (completed)
waiting on you (completed)
technical difficulties (completed)
i fell for you by accident (completed)
blue (completed)
take my breath away (ongoing) ♡
maybe it’s not our fault (ongoing) ♡
watercolor (ongoing)
lee felix
falling in love (completed)
best friend vs boyfriend (completed)
crush culture (completed) ♡
knock on wood (completed) ♡
so not worth it (completed)
strangers (discontinued)
happy death day (completed) ♡
kim seungmin
lie to me (completed)
you have a message (completed. season 2??) ♡
truth untold (completed)
definitely twice (completed)
itinerant (ongoing)
han jisung
number neighbor (completed)
sunshine (completed)
love sketched on skin (completed)
best friend vs boyfriend (completed)
waiting on you (completed)
welcome something different (completed) ♡
don’t shoot me (completed) ♡
best friend’s little sister (completed)
set up (discontinued)
intimidating (completed) ♡
drinking sessions (ongoing)
someone’s someone (ongoing)
yang jeongin
it’s not the end of the world (completed) ♡
can the world just end already (completed)
countdown to love (completed)
seo changbin
lost and found (completed)
sugar, spice and everything… else (completed)
push + pull (completed)
tongue tied (completed)
TXT X SKZ X ENYHPEN SERIES
hold your breath (ongoing) ♡
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fontainexpert · 2 years
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Guess Who? Masterlist
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^ banner meant to say “By Stayndays” oops
THIS SERIES WAS WRITTEN BEFORE SEPTEMBER OF 2020. I apologize for the brief mention of ****** in “First Call.”
Pre-Release: Teaser 1 | Teaser 2 | Teaser 3
Please remember that it’s your fault if you decide to spoil the endings for yourself. At 12 PM, the ¾ of the members of Stray Kids who are in the group chat will be revealed. So please, read the entire thing to fully understand the story. Thank you! (think of it as how you want to look up just one thing on wikia and suddenly you’re spoiled the ending!)
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Before the Calls
First Call
Second Call
Third Call
Final Call
After the Calls
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#1’s Ending
#2’s Ending
#3’s Ending
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Bonuses (MUST be read after the series)
Clues for Each Member (read after 1 PM)
Beware of spoilers in the comments of each post! (Including this one!)
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Uninvited. [Part IX]
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Uninvited. a short series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)
cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.
word count: 4.0k
part one -> click here
part two -> click here
part three (explicit content) -> click here
part four -> click here
part five (explicit content) -> click here
part six -> click here
part seven -> click here
part eight -> click here
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**taglist <3 (IfI missed anyone let me know! The requests for taglist addition were kind of everywhere I tried to keep track of them lol)
@planetdemon ; @a-person-with-void ; @haleyms ; @wonhottcakes ; @hydroyaksha ; @just-randomm-stuff ; @sooinvu ; @ninjaleeknow
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Part Nine
Your arrival has long been announced; and both Felix and Jisung push ahead of you and Chan into the graveyard.  Your hair stands up on end as you sense danger all around you. 
This is an abnormal sense for you. 
The graveyard is expansive for miles.  Most graves near the entry are small cement blocks with names etched in them.  Large tombstones make themselves known in the maze of manicured hedges and grass.  As the cemetery expands south, there are more trees and forestry, taller gravestones, and an unkempt lawn that feels strangely opposed to the perfectly curated entrance.  Its dark, and there is no lighting out here, as the graveyard is meant to be closed at this late hour.  The moon is high, but she isn’t full, and you’re dependent on very human eyesight to navigate the acreage. 
Felix and Jisung are so far ahead of you now, you can hardly see them — they’re whispering ancient tongues, wasting no time in eliminating the vampires within the range of their conjure, clearing a path to the tomb.  Felix is in his element like you’ve never seen before.  You’re more curious now than ever, of exactly how deep his well of magick knowledge runs from the teachings of his mother. 
Chan grips your arm tightly and gives you an unexpected yank, causing you to hit the ground roughly, the wind being taken out of you.  Quickly, you roll aside as another body collapses next to you, the throat ripped wide open, head almost completely severed.
You are absolutely in over your head, and your natural, mortal panic begins to rapidly climb.  It all happened so fast, you’re wide-eyed at Chan, who’s helping you to your feet, fresh blood coating his chin, neck and broad chest. 
“I’ve got to get you to the tomb.  Jisung and Felix, they’re a good distraction for now but–” he places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you aside as you both look down at the dead vampire on the ground. 
“There are more where she came from.” 
“Chan, I’m…afraid.” You breathe, feeling stupid the moment the vulnerability spills from your lips.  Of course, you were afraid.  You didn’t even understand how your magick worked, how it spilled forth from you in random tumbles that you couldn’t control.  You couldn’t be counted on.  Certainly not in a time like this. 
“Little witch, look at me baby girl,” 
Your eyes meet and you can see his iris is ablaze with a fierce near metallic copper hue.  He cannot use persuasion on you—yet you feel at peace. 
“You are fire and ice all at once.  You are Sunrays and Moon waves and nothing, or no one—can stop the bullet train that is Y/N.”  
He says your name for the first time since you met. 
“I love you.” You blurt, regretting it as soon as it’s spoken aloud; and you note Chan’s surprise and brief pause at your confession.  You close your eyes tight, feeling hot embarrassment creep up when you feel his cool palms on your warm cheeks, bringing you back down to reality.
“I love you too.” 
A scream that you both register as instantly familiar; breaks the conversation between you two, and you’re both off in the direction posthaste.  You feel guilty, Chan can’t use his supernatural speed if he’s tasked with keeping you safe. 
“Go!” You yell, “I think it's Jisung, please don’t let him die!” 
Chan’s expression is dubious about the thought of leaving you behind, but he trusts you.  He can’t feel much danger near you two right now anyway.  He’s gone in a flash and you put your hands on your knees, breathing heavily, your stamina not as well trained and sharpened as your teammates.  
You stand up, feeling a sharp cramp in your side.  Hurriedly, you make your way to the wall of a nearby mausoleum that you prop yourself up against.  The pain grows sharper and you lift your shirt up at this point, wondering if something, or someone’s gotten you with a hex. 
A breeze blows by and you feel someone helping you back to your feet.  You’re both relieved and concerned to see Felix alongside you. 
“Aren’t you supposed to be stopping the resurrection?” You wince as the pain begins to dull down as if it were just an unnaturally painful cramp. 
“What happened to you?” Felix ignores your question and looks at your torso with concern.  He lifts your shirt once more, cold fingers touching the spot that was burning hot earlier. 
“I don’t know.” You sigh as you finally can stand up on your own two feet again.  You eye him curiously, noticing his expression go unreadably blank again. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“We have to go-” 
“Felix, something’s wrong–” 
“We’re almost out of time! That’s what’s wrong, if you’re well enough to move, let’s go.” He’s gone from your side as quick as he had come and you still don’t believe him, but you can no longer argue now.  You emerge from behind your barrier and see dead bodies strewn all over, leading you down a quite evident path to what appeared to be a normal mausoleum, much like the one you had hidden behind for refuge just a few moments earlier.  Adrenaline courses through your body, and you break into a run through the open iron gates and see a wooden cellar door ajar in the floor.   
You take a moment’s pause, and can hear what sounded like the shattering of something against stone.  You slow down and descend the stairs. 
Chan is definitely down here.  You can feel this. 
This is an abnormal sense for you. 
You turn the corner at the same time as him and he pulls you in for a hug of relief that you had made it down here alive.  Chan steps back and presses his finger to his lips as he guides you over to an enclave where Jisung sits inside of a large, white circle drawn onto the dirt ground.   
“I can feel myself losing power.” Felix growls. 
“Little witch is here; we can get started.”  Jisung looks up at you, gesturing for you to join him inside of the circle.  You sit next to him, grasping his hand as he starts to chant in a language unfamiliar to you.  The first few words leave his lips and you feel the searing pain in your side again.  You cry out in pain; you can’t hold back.  It’s as if you’ve been stabbed by a rusty spear.  You’re so focused, you don’t notice Chan and Felix’s disappearance. 
They’ve infiltrated deeper into the tomb, where the resurrection ceremony was taking place.  There were three witches surrounding Edith’s pile of bones on a central platform.  They were dressed in dark robes with lengthy hoods that hid their identities and made them all faceless.   
Chan is impulsive and driven by pure, hybrid rage.  He feels the strongest he’s ever been in a while.  He’s consumed so much blood throughout the night, and has transformed twice.  Now he’s ripped the flesh from the throats of two witches and can feel the dizzying high from the power he’s consumed. Chan’s hybrid blood doesn’t normally react to witch blood in this way, but with the amount he’s ingested, he had soon unearthed a brief period of exception to the rule.  He looks absolutely terrifying as he stands to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, though it did nothing but smear juicy maroon blood further up his wrist. 
“We have to unlink them.” Felix’s voice is hushed and urgent as he throws down the third of the witches from the room he was formerly in with his brother. 
You and Jisung had managed to temporarily cut off the power supply of the witches long enough to render them helpless for Chan to plow through, as expected–but the sacrifice had already been made from another one of Edith’s descendants, and the resurrection was already set forth into motion.  
Felix made quick work of sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of the dead witch, draining her to bring forth more magick in him.  It would take the strength of two witches to complete the unlinking, especially in such late stage.  He joins you both in the circle, completing and closing the chain of power by taking both you and Jisung’s hands in his own. 
Felix looks at you and for the first time, you see doubt in his eyes, despite the ferocity at which he appeared, now having soaked up so much residual magick.  It almost seemed to be detrimental, as if it wore down on his immortal body to withhold something so unnatural. 
“You could say no.  I would respect your decision.” He says softly. 
You feel numb. 
“Will I be able to come back?” You ask, equally as gentle. 
“There’s always a way to come back, and we won’t stop until we find it, little witch.” Jisung squeezes your hand and gives you a sad half-smile. 
“Will it hurt?” You look between them both, “Death? Dying?” 
Felix looks down into his lap.  You feel his thumb stroking the top of your hand.  You see tears drop and soak into his jeans.  You’re certain if he were human, the tip of his freckled nose would be bright red as the tears collected and continued to fall.  He sniffs. 
“Death almost always hurts, but it’ll be quick.”  Jisung provides the honest answer.  His mortal skin is growing red, his eyes fogging up with tears of his own. 
Now, you feel your own.  And you feel your fear, and doubt, and hesitation, and regret, and somehow…anger. 
Anger that you were born into this life that had to end so abruptly, so violently.  You were destined for this style of demise; it was written the moment you were conceived.  You began to think over your life, though you had very limited time to do so.  It was natural, something humans did when they knowingly approached the end of their time.  You couldn’t help the smile it brought to your face to think of how grateful you were to have encountered a presence like Chan and Felix in this lifetime.  It was sudden and unexpected, but it played out in such a way that allowed you to experience so much more in a short amount of time than you ever did in your twenty something years of being alive.  Chan proved to you that fairytales did indeed exist, as did the romances that lie interwoven in them.  Felix answered your lifelong questions of the death of your parents, and was responsible for putting your thirst for vengeance to total rest.  Jisung unfolded chapters of magick inside of you that could’ve taken you years to accomplish on your own.  It was short-lived, all of it, but it was well-lived, and you couldn’t sit here and think of only your shortcomings when such good existed for you in the very end. 
A hauntingly eerie, hair-raising laugh echoes in the tomb.  It's enough to make Chan freeze as he’s recovering from his temporary blind bloodlust.  He’s shaking his head; he can’t register what he’s looking at.  Surely, he’d ingested enough witch’s blood to make him hallucinate the woman standing in front of him. 
He sprints forward, but is stopped, midway through his lunge, with Edith’s hot fingers wrapped around his heart, through his chest. 
“Something’s wrong.” Jisung’s senses, along with yours, start going off.  “We have to start.” 
He leans forward, slicing into his palm so that he can free bleed over the peacock beret.  He makes quick work of covering it with the graveyard dirt and herb mixture he had prepared as he chants. 
“Come here,” Felix eases you into his lap so that he can cradle your upper body in his arms.  “Are you ready for your brave journey, little witch?” He asks, sniffing again as he pushes your hair out of your face a little. 
You nod. 
“Thank you for this.  Come back soon, yeah?” He wipes underneath his eyes with the back of his bloodied, pale white knuckles before he lifts you up a little more.  His nose is cold, his tears even colder, but it's still comforting to feel his lips press over the pulse of your artery that ran down your neck.  You gently close your eyes and focus on the monotonous chant Jisung repeats over and over, and you soon feel the familiar sharp prick of your skin being broken. 
This is the first time Felix has tasted your blood since the night you met. He had held back every time you two were together. Your circulation had become a soundtrack he grew accustomed to. He had to use cursed objects to keep himself restrained when Chan would spill your blood messily, sloppily. Blood he would take care not to let a single drop of go to waste. You taste just as amazing as you did that night, if not even sweeter.
Felix’s goal is for you not to suffer, he makes quick and precise work of bringing about loss of consciousness, and you slip into darkness. 
Chan digs his nails into the arm of his captor, choking on his own blood as he feels the searing, indescribable pain from her grip. 
“Oh, to see you suffer, you mangey dog. Just as weak as your father.  My only regret is that your brother isn’t here to see me kill you just like he said I couldn’t.” Edith is squeezing harder now, and Chan’s hold loosens as he’s feeling himself fade.  A few blinks and things start to go fuzzy.  He blinks a few more times, and starts to focus when he feels the hold on his heart loosen. 
He’s in disbelief as his vision clears. 
A familiar woman approaches Edith from behind and slices her throat open without hesitation. 
“Amelia-” he rasps as his heart is released and his body crumples to the ground.  The indigo haired hybrid breathes sharply.   
Flames break out, sudden and hot, and encapsulate Edith’s remains, immediately turning them into ash.  Chan shields his eyes from the luminescence and heat of the fire.  When he’s able to lower his arm once more, there’s no remaining sign of his beloved apparition.  He touches his bare chest, the skin already healed, his heart still very much intact. 
“Jisung!” 
Felix’s yell breaks the silence of the tomb and in a matter of seconds, Chan stands at the entrance to the enclave.  He looks from his brother, to Jisung’s limp body, and finally his eyes land on you.  The overwhelming realization strikes him so hard; he cannot think straight for a few seconds. 
“He’s got no pulse!” Felix says, pressing his fingers against Jisung’s neck.  He gathers his close friend into his lap, biting into his wrist and pressing it over his lips.  “Come on…come on…” 
Chan drops to his knees at the edge of the circle.  He reaches forward to your lifeless body in confusion and shock.  “What–” 
“What happened, Felix—Felix—” The shock begins to taper as his emotions skyrocket and he pulls you into his lap.  Your cold, limp body is more than enough of a sign that you had been gone for quite some time now.  “FELIX WHAT HAPPENED?!??!” 
Chan’s voice is a shrill, broken, gut wrenching yell as he hugs you close.  He can’t handle the fact that Jisung is also gone, he can’t process this yet. 
Felix is crying.  Jisung isn’t responding, and his body is growing cold. 
“By the time we got here…Edith was already back…” Felix’s voice is shaky as he gently sets Jisung’s body down.  He rests upon one knee next to him, wiping his nose, waiting for him to spring back up like he always did.  This wasn’t a part of the spell.  Jisung wasn’t meant to be a sacrifice. 
Unless he knew he had to be this whole time and kept that from Felix. 
“You did the spell, didn’t you?” Chan is starting to piece everything together as he clutches you tight, refusing to let you go, but now noticing Jisung’s body a few feet away. 
“She told me to, brother.” Felix finally stands up, shaking his head as he begins to involuntarily begin to accept what’s happened. 
Chan feels so empty he can’t even cry, or react angrily.  All he can do, is sit on the ground, your body in his arms, rocking you back and forth.  He didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.  He couldn’t comfort you in your last moments, to make sure you knew how much you were valued and loved. 
“I saw Amelia.” Chan says, voice barely audible as he stares off at nothing, disassociating from the moment to cope with the level of distress he was experiencing.  He was soothed by the rocking motion of holding you as he sits on the ground of the tomb. 
“I thought it was a hallucination but…she must’ve come back when–” he stopped.  Chan couldn’t even accept the fact that you were gone enough to speak it aloud.  It felt like a nightmare he was going to wake up from any moment now. 
“Please forgive me for this, for all of this.” Felix makes his way over to his elder brother and your body.  He strokes the side of your face.  “I made sure she didn’t suffer.” 
Chan watches how gentle his brother touches you, how careful he is.  “You loved her too, didn’t you brother?” Chan states more as a warm observation, than an actual question. 
Felix never takes his eyes off of you.  He thinks back to the conversation you two had shared earlier at the house.  
“I think you don’t fall in love because you won’t let yourself.”  
“You’re afraid you can’t control what you are from destroying everything you love.  So, you don’t even try.”  
“It's like sentencing someone to death…they just don’t know when it’ll happen.”  
“So, what happens when you can’t run away from it anymore?”  
“Love? Or who I am?”  
“Both.”  
Silence.  
“I suppose I’ll face it like I’ve done to all of my demons.”  
 “I did.  I loved her as a sister.  I loved her very, very much.” his voice breaks.  He wipes his face and stands up.  “We have to get back home.” 
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Your body and Jisung’s are wrapped and carefully placed inside of the large black SUV that was positioned near the warehouse, to allow for a quicker getaway than traversing back via the underground tunnels.  Felix drives and Chan is silent in the passenger’s seat.  They ride with no radio, no music, no distraction from what they both felt so heavily in that moment, transporting the dead bodies of their loved ones back to their place of residence. 
Both brothers are exhausted and spent beyond belief.  Felix’s body is taxed from producing and manipulating unstable magick energy–a side effect he was not made aware of.  But how could anyone have known? The concept of a vampire having the ability to conjure was foreign in and of itself.   
Chan’s body is sore, as his healing time has been cut down by half from how much he exerted himself with transformations.  Shattering all of the bones in your body multiple times within a span of a few hours was no simple task. 
It was a far cry from how they would leave battle in their more formative, younger years; by raucously celebrating and having even more violence for dessert.  
A couple of hundred miles later into the night, Felix pulls up to their Northeastern Atlantic coastline home.  They both step out of the vehicle, but the scent of blood that carries on the wind causes them to stop in their tracks. 
“Where’s that coming from?” 
“Over here.” Chan points to the violent spatter of blood on the gravel in front of their garage and the smeared fingerprints on their keypad.  Felix joins his brother and crouches down to look over the blood on the ground.  He stands up once more, running his finger over the blood on the keypad. 
“It's from a witch, Felix.” Chan’s voice is laced thick with concern as he enters the code and ducks under the garage door as it slowly raises.  Felix quickly follows and they both detect an unfamiliar, rare scent as they utilize top speed to enter the kitchen and are greeted by the source of the strong smell.  
Felix and Chan are floored as they both lay stunned, bewildered eyes upon their fiery haired youngest brother, milling about the kitchen as if it were completely normal.  He wears Chan’s dark blue satin pajama pants and Felix’s decorative cooking apron.  It was black and reads on the front in white text, “Kiss the Cook” of course, the red lip print had fangs with blood dripping. 
It was a gag gift given to him five years ago at a party. 
Hyunjin’s bright hair was still wavy and damp, from being washed prior.  He smiles at his brothers, setting down a perfectly baked loaf of bread. 
“I woke up to dinner and a loaf of rosemary dough, freshly risen?  My brothers, you’ve outdone yourselves.  Though it did take me a little while to figure out how to work this modern stove.”  He pulls the oven mitts off of his hands and his fingertips are coated in dried bloodstains as he extends his arms.  “Done staring?” 
Chan breaks the paralysis between the three and moves forward to grasp Hyunjin, taking in a deep breath as he weeps.  He hadnt experienced his brother’s embrace in over a millenia.
Chan can’t shake the utter disbelief.  He pulls back and looks into Hyunjin’s eyes before squeezing him tight again, slapping his back several times, almost believing it was still just a collection of memory vapors that could dissipate at any moment.  Surely such good news couldn’t co-exist with such tragedy? He gave up trying to understand how he was feeling in this moment and surrendered to just feeling.
When Chan finally lets go, Felix hugs his brother next, holding him just as tight.  Chan pushes his crusty, blood dried hair back as he takes several steps in paced directions, trying to fight back more tears.  When Felix lets go, he notices the bits of smudged blood on his younger, more mischievous brother. 
“You said we left you dinner, did you kill a witch, Hyunjin?” Felix asks, with a brow raised.
Hyunjin unties the apron from around his neck and folds it up as he sets it upon the counter.  “Was I not supposed to? He said you told him to come here and wait.  I assumed that meant wait for me…I was starving when I woke up, but the power he held? It hit the spot.” He crinkles his nose as he smiles.  Hyunjin looks Felix up and down before his eyes land on Chan. 
“I guess it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park to bring me back then?” He asks. 
The older brothers don’t know how to answer.  The air is thick with mixed emotion.  They did all of this for the purposes of freeing their brother, and they succeeded–but also lost two of their very close friends.  Hyunjin was no fool, he began to realize there was a party missing. 
“Where’s your pretty witch?” 
There’s a silent, long pause, and its more than enough of an answer. 
Chan takes in a deep inhale and forces a half smile as he walks over to Hyunjin and places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, with a firm squeeze. 
“Welcome back, brother.” 
Chan sniffles again, reaching the end of his short resolve yet again as he leaves the room to go upstairs and take some time for himself. 
“It took a bloodline sacrifice to unlink Edith from you.” Felix reaches for the loaf of warm baked bread as he provides an explanation.  He brings it close. 
“Ah.” Hyunjin nods as he thinks it over for a moment.  He didn’t expect it, but with how magick worked, he couldn’t say he was surprised at the unfortunate outcome.
“Do you have the body?” 
Felix sighs as he gathers a nearby knife to cut into the bread.  “Two bodies.  Jisung is gone too.” he places a slice on a small, white plate. 
“Let me know when you’re ready.” Hyunjin knows his brother understands what he means as he places his hand over Felix’s.  It might not be the very end, but without Jisung, they were down an essential witch with the knowledge of true, ancient necromancy. They were three creatures, incapable of conjure without murder. Hyunjin would at least help his worn and bloodied brothers consecrate and lay the bodies to rest.
Though his connection to the witch didn’t run as deeply as Chan and Felix, he felt the heavy atmosphere, and had hoped he would’ve been able to thank you for your help, had you not been a vital sacrifice.
“I’m sorry, brother.” Hyunjin whispers.
He leaves and Felix is seated at the counter, alone.  He’s tired, angry and heartbroken.  He’s dirty, his hair is matted, and his freckles mingle amongst the dirt, blood and tears that had tracked onto and all over his pale face. 
He brings the slice up to his lips and closes his eyes.  He smells all of the ingredients, how much of each you two mixed in together.  He takes a bite. Its exceptional.   
Everything breaks loose. 
Felix drops the piece of homemade bread back down onto the plate as he collapses onto the counter, sobs wracking his chest, tears falling down the back of his throat and pouring from his eyes as he yells as loudly as he can, until he feels pressure in the front of his skull; and then, when he thinks he can’t yell anymore, he takes in another breath and lets loose with another.  You were gone. Jisung was gone. And it was all his fault.
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shameless series masterlist~
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shameless: the prologue (mature) 2.3k ║ f reader x Lee Felix
shameless ch 1: breathless (mature) 5.5k ║ f reader x Lee Felix
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Uninvited. [Part IX]
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Uninvited. a short series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)
cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.
word count: 4.0k
part one -> click here
part two -> click here
part three (explicit content) -> click here
part four -> click here
part five (explicit content) -> click here
part six -> click here
part seven -> click here
part eight -> click here
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Part Nine
Your arrival has long been announced; and both Felix and Jisung push ahead of you and Chan into the graveyard.  Your hair stands up on end as you sense danger all around you. 
This is an abnormal sense for you. 
The graveyard is expansive for miles.  Most graves near the entry are small cement blocks with names etched in them.  Large tombstones make themselves known in the maze of manicured hedges and grass.  As the cemetery expands south, there are more trees and forestry, taller gravestones, and an unkempt lawn that feels strangely opposed to the perfectly curated entrance.  Its dark, and there is no lighting out here, as the graveyard is meant to be closed at this late hour.  The moon is high, but she isn’t full, and you’re dependent on very human eyesight to navigate the acreage. 
Felix and Jisung are so far ahead of you now, you can hardly see them — they’re whispering ancient tongues, wasting no time in eliminating the vampires within the range of their conjure, clearing a path to the tomb.  Felix is in his element like you’ve never seen before.  You’re more curious now than ever, of exactly how deep his well of magick knowledge runs from the teachings of his mother. 
Chan grips your arm tightly and gives you an unexpected yank, causing you to hit the ground roughly, the wind being taken out of you.  Quickly, you roll aside as another body collapses next to you, the throat ripped wide open, head almost completely severed.
You are absolutely in over your head, and your natural, mortal panic begins to rapidly climb.  It all happened so fast, you’re wide-eyed at Chan, who’s helping you to your feet, fresh blood coating his chin, neck and broad chest. 
“I’ve got to get you to the tomb.  Jisung and Felix, they’re a good distraction for now but–” he places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you aside as you both look down at the dead vampire on the ground. 
“There are more where she came from.” 
“Chan, I’m…afraid.” You breathe, feeling stupid the moment the vulnerability spills from your lips.  Of course, you were afraid.  You didn’t even understand how your magick worked, how it spilled forth from you in random tumbles that you couldn’t control.  You couldn’t be counted on.  Certainly not in a time like this. 
“Little witch, look at me baby girl,” 
Your eyes meet and you can see his iris is ablaze with a fierce near metallic copper hue.  He cannot use persuasion on you—yet you feel at peace. 
“You are fire and ice all at once.  You are Sunrays and Moon waves and nothing, or no one—can stop the bullet train that is Y/N.”  
He says your name for the first time since you met. 
“I love you.” You blurt, regretting it as soon as it’s spoken aloud; and you note Chan’s surprise and brief pause at your confession.  You close your eyes tight, feeling hot embarrassment creep up when you feel his cool palms on your warm cheeks, bringing you back down to reality.
“I love you too.” 
A scream that you both register as instantly familiar; breaks the conversation between you two, and you’re both off in the direction posthaste.  You feel guilty, Chan can’t use his supernatural speed if he’s tasked with keeping you safe. 
“Go!” You yell, “I think it's Jisung, please don’t let him die!” 
Chan’s expression is dubious about the thought of leaving you behind, but he trusts you.  He can’t feel much danger near you two right now anyway.  He’s gone in a flash and you put your hands on your knees, breathing heavily, your stamina not as well trained and sharpened as your teammates.  
You stand up, feeling a sharp cramp in your side.  Hurriedly, you make your way to the wall of a nearby mausoleum that you prop yourself up against.  The pain grows sharper and you lift your shirt up at this point, wondering if something, or someone’s gotten you with a hex. 
A breeze blows by and you feel someone helping you back to your feet.  You’re both relieved and concerned to see Felix alongside you. 
“Aren’t you supposed to be stopping the resurrection?” You wince as the pain begins to dull down as if it were just an unnaturally painful cramp. 
“What happened to you?” Felix ignores your question and looks at your torso with concern.  He lifts your shirt once more, cold fingers touching the spot that was burning hot earlier. 
“I don’t know.” You sigh as you finally can stand up on your own two feet again.  You eye him curiously, noticing his expression go unreadably blank again. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“We have to go-” 
“Felix, something’s wrong–” 
“We’re almost out of time! That’s what’s wrong, if you’re well enough to move, let’s go.” He’s gone from your side as quick as he had come and you still don’t believe him, but you can no longer argue now.  You emerge from behind your barrier and see dead bodies strewn all over, leading you down a quite evident path to what appeared to be a normal mausoleum, much like the one you had hidden behind for refuge just a few moments earlier.  Adrenaline courses through your body, and you break into a run through the open iron gates and see a wooden cellar door ajar in the floor.   
You take a moment’s pause, and can hear what sounded like the shattering of something against stone.  You slow down and descend the stairs. 
Chan is definitely down here.  You can feel this. 
This is an abnormal sense for you. 
You turn the corner at the same time as him and he pulls you in for a hug of relief that you had made it down here alive.  Chan steps back and presses his finger to his lips as he guides you over to an enclave where Jisung sits inside of a large, white circle drawn onto the dirt ground.   
“I can feel myself losing power.” Felix growls. 
“Little witch is here; we can get started.”  Jisung looks up at you, gesturing for you to join him inside of the circle.  You sit next to him, grasping his hand as he starts to chant in a language unfamiliar to you.  The first few words leave his lips and you feel the searing pain in your side again.  You cry out in pain; you can’t hold back.  It’s as if you’ve been stabbed by a rusty spear.  You’re so focused, you don’t notice Chan and Felix’s disappearance. 
They’ve infiltrated deeper into the tomb, where the resurrection ceremony was taking place.  There were three witches surrounding Edith’s pile of bones on a central platform.  They were dressed in dark robes with lengthy hoods that hid their identities and made them all faceless.   
Chan is impulsive and driven by pure, hybrid rage.  He feels the strongest he’s ever been in a while.  He’s consumed so much blood throughout the night, and has transformed twice.  Now he’s ripped the flesh from the throats of two witches and can feel the dizzying high from the power he’s consumed. Chan’s hybrid blood doesn’t normally react to witch blood in this way, but with the amount he’s ingested, he had soon unearthed a brief period of exception to the rule.  He looks absolutely terrifying as he stands to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, though it did nothing but smear juicy maroon blood further up his wrist. 
“We have to unlink them.” Felix’s voice is hushed and urgent as he throws down the third of the witches from the room he was formerly in with his brother. 
You and Jisung had managed to temporarily cut off the power supply of the witches long enough to render them helpless for Chan to plow through, as expected–but the sacrifice had already been made from another one of Edith’s descendants, and the resurrection was already set forth into motion.  
Felix made quick work of sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of the dead witch, draining her to bring forth more magick in him.  It would take the strength of two witches to complete the unlinking, especially in such late stage.  He joins you both in the circle, completing and closing the chain of power by taking both you and Jisung’s hands in his own. 
Felix looks at you and for the first time, you see doubt in his eyes, despite the ferocity at which he appeared, now having soaked up so much residual magick.  It almost seemed to be detrimental, as if it wore down on his immortal body to withhold something so unnatural. 
“You could say no.  I would respect your decision.” He says softly. 
You feel numb. 
“Will I be able to come back?” You ask, equally as gentle. 
“There’s always a way to come back, and we won’t stop until we find it, little witch.” Jisung squeezes your hand and gives you a sad half-smile. 
“Will it hurt?” You look between them both, “Death? Dying?” 
Felix looks down into his lap.  You feel his thumb stroking the top of your hand.  You see tears drop and soak into his jeans.  You’re certain if he were human, the tip of his freckled nose would be bright red as the tears collected and continued to fall.  He sniffs. 
“Death almost always hurts, but it’ll be quick.”  Jisung provides the honest answer.  His mortal skin is growing red, his eyes fogging up with tears of his own. 
Now, you feel your own.  And you feel your fear, and doubt, and hesitation, and regret, and somehow…anger. 
Anger that you were born into this life that had to end so abruptly, so violently.  You were destined for this style of demise; it was written the moment you were conceived.  You began to think over your life, though you had very limited time to do so.  It was natural, something humans did when they knowingly approached the end of their time.  You couldn’t help the smile it brought to your face to think of how grateful you were to have encountered a presence like Chan and Felix in this lifetime.  It was sudden and unexpected, but it played out in such a way that allowed you to experience so much more in a short amount of time than you ever did in your twenty something years of being alive.  Chan proved to you that fairytales did indeed exist, as did the romances that lie interwoven in them.  Felix answered your lifelong questions of the death of your parents, and was responsible for putting your thirst for vengeance to total rest.  Jisung unfolded chapters of magick inside of you that could’ve taken you years to accomplish on your own.  It was short-lived, all of it, but it was well-lived, and you couldn’t sit here and think of only your shortcomings when such good existed for you in the very end. 
A hauntingly eerie, hair-raising laugh echoes in the tomb.  It's enough to make Chan freeze as he’s recovering from his temporary blind bloodlust.  He’s shaking his head; he can’t register what he’s looking at.  Surely, he’d ingested enough witch’s blood to make him hallucinate the woman standing in front of him. 
He sprints forward, but is stopped, midway through his lunge, with Edith’s hot fingers wrapped around his heart, through his chest. 
“Something’s wrong.” Jisung’s senses, along with yours, start going off.  “We have to start.” 
He leans forward, slicing into his palm so that he can free bleed over the peacock beret.  He makes quick work of covering it with the graveyard dirt and herb mixture he had prepared as he chants. 
“Come here,” Felix eases you into his lap so that he can cradle your upper body in his arms.  “Are you ready for your brave journey, little witch?” He asks, sniffing again as he pushes your hair out of your face a little. 
You nod. 
“Thank you for this.  Come back soon, yeah?” He wipes underneath his eyes with the back of his bloodied, pale white knuckles before he lifts you up a little more.  His nose is cold, his tears even colder, but it's still comforting to feel his lips press over the pulse of your artery that ran down your neck.  You gently close your eyes and focus on the monotonous chant Jisung repeats over and over, and you soon feel the familiar sharp prick of your skin being broken. 
This is the first time Felix has tasted your blood since the night you met. He had held back every time you two were together. Your circulation had become a soundtrack he grew accustomed to. He had to use cursed objects to keep himself restrained when Chan would spill your blood messily, sloppily. Blood he would take care not to let a single drop of go to waste. You taste just as amazing as you did that night, if not even sweeter.
Felix’s goal is for you not to suffer, he makes quick and precise work of bringing about loss of consciousness, and you slip into darkness. 
Chan digs his nails into the arm of his captor, choking on his own blood as he feels the searing, indescribable pain from her grip. 
“Oh, to see you suffer, you mangey dog. Just as weak as your father.  My only regret is that your brother isn’t here to see me kill you just like he said I couldn’t.” Edith is squeezing harder now, and Chan’s hold loosens as he’s feeling himself fade.  A few blinks and things start to go fuzzy.  He blinks a few more times, and starts to focus when he feels the hold on his heart loosen. 
He’s in disbelief as his vision clears. 
A familiar woman approaches Edith from behind and slices her throat open without hesitation. 
“Amelia-” he rasps as his heart is released and his body crumples to the ground.  The indigo haired hybrid breathes sharply.   
Flames break out, sudden and hot, and encapsulate Edith’s remains, immediately turning them into ash.  Chan shields his eyes from the luminescence and heat of the fire.  When he’s able to lower his arm once more, there’s no remaining sign of his beloved apparition.  He touches his bare chest, the skin already healed, his heart still very much intact. 
“Jisung!” 
Felix’s yell breaks the silence of the tomb and in a matter of seconds, Chan stands at the entrance to the enclave.  He looks from his brother, to Jisung’s limp body, and finally his eyes land on you.  The overwhelming realization strikes him so hard; he cannot think straight for a few seconds. 
“He’s got no pulse!” Felix says, pressing his fingers against Jisung’s neck.  He gathers his close friend into his lap, biting into his wrist and pressing it over his lips.  “Come on…come on…” 
Chan drops to his knees at the edge of the circle.  He reaches forward to your lifeless body in confusion and shock.  “What–” 
“What happened, Felix—Felix—” The shock begins to taper as his emotions skyrocket and he pulls you into his lap.  Your cold, limp body is more than enough of a sign that you had been gone for quite some time now.  “FELIX WHAT HAPPENED?!??!” 
Chan’s voice is a shrill, broken, gut wrenching yell as he hugs you close.  He can’t handle the fact that Jisung is also gone, he can’t process this yet. 
Felix is crying.  Jisung isn’t responding, and his body is growing cold. 
“By the time we got here…Edith was already back…” Felix’s voice is shaky as he gently sets Jisung’s body down.  He rests upon one knee next to him, wiping his nose, waiting for him to spring back up like he always did.  This wasn’t a part of the spell.  Jisung wasn’t meant to be a sacrifice. 
Unless he knew he had to be this whole time and kept that from Felix. 
“You did the spell, didn’t you?” Chan is starting to piece everything together as he clutches you tight, refusing to let you go, but now noticing Jisung’s body a few feet away. 
“She told me to, brother.” Felix finally stands up, shaking his head as he begins to involuntarily begin to accept what’s happened. 
Chan feels so empty he can’t even cry, or react angrily.  All he can do, is sit on the ground, your body in his arms, rocking you back and forth.  He didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.  He couldn’t comfort you in your last moments, to make sure you knew how much you were valued and loved. 
“I saw Amelia.” Chan says, voice barely audible as he stares off at nothing, disassociating from the moment to cope with the level of distress he was experiencing.  He was soothed by the rocking motion of holding you as he sits on the ground of the tomb. 
“I thought it was a hallucination but…she must’ve come back when–” he stopped.  Chan couldn’t even accept the fact that you were gone enough to speak it aloud.  It felt like a nightmare he was going to wake up from any moment now. 
“Please forgive me for this, for all of this.” Felix makes his way over to his elder brother and your body.  He strokes the side of your face.  “I made sure she didn’t suffer.” 
Chan watches how gentle his brother touches you, how careful he is.  “You loved her too, didn’t you brother?” Chan states more as a warm observation, than an actual question. 
Felix never takes his eyes off of you.  He thinks back to the conversation you two had shared earlier at the house.  
“I think you don’t fall in love because you won’t let yourself.”  
“You’re afraid you can’t control what you are from destroying everything you love.  So, you don’t even try.”  
“It's like sentencing someone to death…they just don’t know when it’ll happen.”  
“So, what happens when you can’t run away from it anymore?”  
“Love? Or who I am?”  
“Both.”  
Silence.  
“I suppose I’ll face it like I’ve done to all of my demons.”  
 “I did.  I loved her as a sister.  I loved her very, very much.” his voice breaks.  He wipes his face and stands up.  “We have to get back home.” 
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Your body and Jisung’s are wrapped and carefully placed inside of the large black SUV that was positioned near the warehouse, to allow for a quicker getaway than traversing back via the underground tunnels.  Felix drives and Chan is silent in the passenger’s seat.  They ride with no radio, no music, no distraction from what they both felt so heavily in that moment, transporting the dead bodies of their loved ones back to their place of residence. 
Both brothers are exhausted and spent beyond belief.  Felix’s body is taxed from producing and manipulating unstable magick energy–a side effect he was not made aware of.  But how could anyone have known? The concept of a vampire having the ability to conjure was foreign in and of itself.   
Chan’s body is sore, as his healing time has been cut down by half from how much he exerted himself with transformations.  Shattering all of the bones in your body multiple times within a span of a few hours was no simple task. 
It was a far cry from how they would leave battle in their more formative, younger years; by raucously celebrating and having even more violence for dessert.  
A couple of hundred miles later into the night, Felix pulls up to their Northeastern Atlantic coastline home.  They both step out of the vehicle, but the scent of blood that carries on the wind causes them to stop in their tracks. 
“Where’s that coming from?” 
“Over here.” Chan points to the violent spatter of blood on the gravel in front of their garage and the smeared fingerprints on their keypad.  Felix joins his brother and crouches down to look over the blood on the ground.  He stands up once more, running his finger over the blood on the keypad. 
“It's from a witch, Felix.” Chan’s voice is laced thick with concern as he enters the code and ducks under the garage door as it slowly raises.  Felix quickly follows and they both detect an unfamiliar, rare scent as they utilize top speed to enter the kitchen and are greeted by the source of the strong smell.  
Felix and Chan are floored as they both lay stunned, bewildered eyes upon their fiery haired youngest brother, milling about the kitchen as if it were completely normal.  He wears Chan’s dark blue satin pajama pants and Felix’s decorative cooking apron.  It was black and reads on the front in white text, “Kiss the Cook” of course, the red lip print had fangs with blood dripping. 
It was a gag gift given to him five years ago at a party. 
Hyunjin’s bright hair was still wavy and damp, from being washed prior.  He smiles at his brothers, setting down a perfectly baked loaf of bread. 
“I woke up to dinner and a loaf of rosemary dough, freshly risen?  My brothers, you’ve outdone yourselves.  Though it did take me a little while to figure out how to work this modern stove.”  He pulls the oven mitts off of his hands and his fingertips are coated in dried bloodstains as he extends his arms.  “Done staring?” 
Chan breaks the paralysis between the three and moves forward to grasp Hyunjin, taking in a deep breath as he weeps.  He hadnt experienced his brother’s embrace in over a millenia.
Chan can’t shake the utter disbelief.  He pulls back and looks into Hyunjin’s eyes before squeezing him tight again, slapping his back several times, almost believing it was still just a collection of memory vapors that could dissipate at any moment.  Surely such good news couldn’t co-exist with such tragedy? He gave up trying to understand how he was feeling in this moment and surrendered to just feeling.
When Chan finally lets go, Felix hugs his brother next, holding him just as tight.  Chan pushes his crusty, blood dried hair back as he takes several steps in paced directions, trying to fight back more tears.  When Felix lets go, he notices the bits of smudged blood on his younger, more mischievous brother. 
“You said we left you dinner, did you kill a witch, Hyunjin?” Felix asks, with a brow raised.
Hyunjin unties the apron from around his neck and folds it up as he sets it upon the counter.  “Was I not supposed to? He said you told him to come here and wait.  I assumed that meant wait for me…I was starving when I woke up, but the power he held? It hit the spot.” He crinkles his nose as he smiles.  Hyunjin looks Felix up and down before his eyes land on Chan. 
“I guess it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park to bring me back then?” He asks. 
The older brothers don’t know how to answer.  The air is thick with mixed emotion.  They did all of this for the purposes of freeing their brother, and they succeeded–but also lost two of their very close friends.  Hyunjin was no fool, he began to realize there was a party missing. 
“Where’s your pretty witch?” 
There’s a silent, long pause, and its more than enough of an answer. 
Chan takes in a deep inhale and forces a half smile as he walks over to Hyunjin and places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, with a firm squeeze. 
“Welcome back, brother.” 
Chan sniffles again, reaching the end of his short resolve yet again as he leaves the room to go upstairs and take some time for himself. 
“It took a bloodline sacrifice to unlink Edith from you.” Felix reaches for the loaf of warm baked bread as he provides an explanation.  He brings it close. 
“Ah.” Hyunjin nods as he thinks it over for a moment.  He didn’t expect it, but with how magick worked, he couldn’t say he was surprised at the unfortunate outcome.
“Do you have the body?” 
Felix sighs as he gathers a nearby knife to cut into the bread.  “Two bodies.  Jisung is gone too.” he places a slice on a small, white plate. 
“Let me know when you’re ready.” Hyunjin knows his brother understands what he means as he places his hand over Felix’s.  It might not be the very end, but without Jisung, they were down an essential witch with the knowledge of true, ancient necromancy. They were three creatures, incapable of conjure without murder. Hyunjin would at least help his worn and bloodied brothers consecrate and lay the bodies to rest.
Though his connection to the witch didn’t run as deeply as Chan and Felix, he felt the heavy atmosphere, and had hoped he would’ve been able to thank you for your help, had you not been a vital sacrifice.
“I’m sorry, brother.” Hyunjin whispers.
He leaves and Felix is seated at the counter, alone.  He’s tired, angry and heartbroken.  He’s dirty, his hair is matted, and his freckles mingle amongst the dirt, blood and tears that had tracked onto and all over his pale face. 
He brings the slice up to his lips and closes his eyes.  He smells all of the ingredients, how much of each you two mixed in together.  He takes a bite. Its exceptional.   
Everything breaks loose. 
Felix drops the piece of homemade bread back down onto the plate as he collapses onto the counter, sobs wracking his chest, tears falling down the back of his throat and pouring from his eyes as he yells as loudly as he can, until he feels pressure in the front of his skull; and then, when he thinks he can’t yell anymore, he takes in another breath and lets loose with another.  You were gone. Jisung was gone. And it was all his fault.
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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Warning: some hints of angst at the beginning, smut, fingering, oral ( m. and f.receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), creampie, salirophilia, dacryphilia, corruption kink, double penetration in two holes, dirty talking, degradation, hints of humiliation, use of pet names (such as pretty girl, kitten, baby, babygirl, Prince, etc.), fivesome- M/M/F/M/M, ninesome, threesomes and foursome mentioned, mentions of cuckholding, dom!skz members, switch!skz and reader, sub!reader, bratty reader
Synopsis: It seems year after year on your birthday seems to getting a little more interesting, especially when your boyfriend’s friends want to be involved.
A/N: I’ve decided to turn my yearly birthday gift to myself into a series. Please enjoy when I update this series every year on my birthday :)
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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ (Bangchan, Minho, Hyunjin, Han)
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➵ (Bangchan, Minho, Hyunjin, Han, Felix)
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ➵ (OT8)
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ➵ (OT8)
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Hannibal Re-Write Masterlist
This is a Hannibal x reader x Will story rewritingish by each episode of the show. I took some scenes directly and made up some of my own as well! I am no where near as talented as any of the actual people involved in the show but I try my best.
Season 1
Aperitif (1x01)
Amuse-Bouche (1x02)
Potage (1x03)
Oeuf (1x04)
Coquilles (1x05)
Entrée (1x06)
Sorbet (1x07)
Fromage (1x08)
Trou Normand (1x09)
Buffet Froid (1x10)
Roti (1x11)
Reveles (1x12)
Savoureux (1x13)
Season 2
Kaiseki (2x01)
Sakizuki (2x02)
Hassun (2x03)
Takiawase (2x04)
Mukozuke (2x05)
Futamono (2x06)
Yakimono (2x07)
Su-Zakana (2x08)
Shiizakana (2x09)
Naka-Choko (2x10)
Ko No Mono (2x11)
Tome-Wan (2x12)
Mizumono (2x13)
Season 3
Antipasto (3x01)
Primavera (3x02)
Secondo (3x03)
Aperitivo (3x04)
Contorno (3x05)
Dolce (3x06)
Digestivo (3x07)
The Great Red Dragon (3x08)
And the Woman Clothed With the Sun...(3x09)
And the Woman Clothed In Sun (3x10)
...And the Beast From the Sea (3x11)
The Number of the Beast Is 666...(3x12)
The Wrath of the Lamb (3x13)
Bonus : Fan Made Season 4
Sangiovese (4x01)
Sauvignon (4x02)
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Official YDAV Fic List
Since my fics are getting an actual audience I thought for convenience I’d make a little list so everything is in one place. I expect to update it as needed.
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Hannibal (NBC)
Cult Girl (COMPLETE)
Zero
One 
Two
Three 
Four
Five
Six
Seven 
Eight
Nine 
Ten 
Eleven 
Twelve
Thirteen 
Anon requests 
Hannibal x Shy Girl 
Abusive Older Sister
Bruises for Hannigram
The Sommelier (COMPLETE)
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Cult Girl: Doctorate (IN PROGRESS)
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
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