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whereisten · 3 years

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You’re His Favorite

“You can check-out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.”

Summary: Your car breaks down on a lonely road as you head home for work during a terrible snow storm. To make matters worse, it’s Christmas. You’re forced to stay at the only hotel close-by. It’s owner, Jaehyun, makes you feel at home at first, but things start to get strange. You soon learn that the hotel and its owner hold secrets that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Pairing: Vampire!Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: horror, angst, smut

Warnings: blood mention, knife mention, cursing, smut (unprotected, a little of everything?), paranoia, deception, death

Word Count: 10.7k

(A/n) it’s been a minute since I’ve felt the spark and desire to write, but alas, the Favorite comeback happened and I was inspireddd. I hope you guys enjoy this oneshot, I miss you all 🥺❤️

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“No no no, this can’t be happening..shit.” You curse as your 2012 Kia Soul exhales a loud, cranky sound before stopping completely.

“Why here? Why now?” You try to turn the key in the ignition, hoping to see the dashboard light up with green signals or hear the rumbling engine, but there is nothing, only silence and darkness.

You weren’t even supposed to be traveling for work on Christmas Eve, but had to because one of your coworkers called out last minute. You had to drive nearly two hours away for the meeting which ended up going over time.

“It’s so late, God.”

You checked your phone which had 12% battery life left. It stared blankly back at you with the time reading “12:06 A.M.” Well merry fucking Christmas to you. Forget being in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve, it’s literally Christmas now.

You tried endlessly to call for help but no one answered. There’s a snowstorm and others needed help too.

You dialed up your boyfriend, Johnny, but he worked the night shift at the hospital close to your shared home, surely, he was busy too. Even so, it seemed like you had no service on your phone either, the service bars slowly disappeared one by one.

You sighed and looked outside, seeing a small and faint glowing sign with the letters reading “vacancy.” It was the only sign in your line of sight in this dark night. So you got out of your useless car and walked towards it, grabbing your coat around you tightly to brave against the wind.

The hotel you walked towards looked..dead. It looked dim and ancient, like it desperately needed upgrading. But the open and vacancy signs were all you needed to see honestly, you just had to be in an area where others were and not in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm alone.

But as you got closer and closer..you couldn’t ignore the eerie feeling the grim building gave you, you even started to think to yourself..would it have been better to stay in your car alone?

But of course, you couldn’t do that, you’d freeze with no heater. Let alone all of the awful things that happened to…lonely people.

You took a deep breath before pulling the door towards you to open it.

You stepped in and expected to be greeted with warmth or a crackling fireplace. But unfortunately, you weren’t. The lobby felt almost as cold as outside did. The walls were painted in a deep shade of red but were decorated with antique gold accents and candles. There was a grand chandelier in the center of the lobby and the floor was covered in black and white marble.

You turned and looked around you for someone to speak to, but had no luck. Jazz music played lightly from a few feet away in the dimly lit area. The smell of dust filled your nostrils as you watched candles flicker across.

However, the ancient place felt relaxing, like a place that stood still in time.

You took your phone out of your pocket.

“6%..damn it.” You whispered to yourself. You need to charge it and get connected to WiFi right away.

“Ma’am?” A low male voice let out.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You turned with wide eyes. “Oh-oh my god, you scared me.”

The man wasn’t nearly as old as he sounded. He was in his 20s and incredibly handsome, he glowed strangely as his face was illuminated by a candle he held in front of him. His dimples came through as he smiled widely.

“I’m sorry, I must have frightened you, I’m just excited to see someone is all.”

You finally smiled back, doing your best to cover up the worry you felt deep down.

“Yes, well, how can I help you?”

He continued as he walked around the front desk.

You sigh and look at the floor. “I’m..stuck. My car broke down about a mile away and it’s Christmas, but also I have no cell phone service. And my phone is about to die, so I really need to charge it, I just, I can’t believe this is happening, and now I’m here in the middle of the night, I’m so tired. I shouldn’t even be out this late, but thanks to my stupid boss-“ your hands stop moving mid-rant as you look up at the gentleman smiling at you fondly.

He didn’t interrupt you as you complained, instead he watched you talk on and on, like you were something to marvel at, a work of art maybe. You couldn’t describe it, but it didn’t feel..normal.

“I-I’m sorry..I just need a room.” You chuckle.

“Oh, no apologies, dear. It’s been a long night, I understand.”

You nod and take your card out.

“If it’s possible, I’d like to add WiFi.”

“Of course.” The man glances down at your card and ID, before taking them out of hand gently. But not failing to place his index finger over your shaking hand in the process. The quick touch from his ice cold finger tip felt like a spark of electricity on your skin. Your heart surprised you by skipping a beat.

You looked around the lobby as he typed your information into a computer that looked like it was from the 80s.

Why did this place have to be your only option? Why you?

“I hope you’ll give us a chance to prove you’ve made the right decision to stay here.” He answers quietly, as if hearing your thoughts.

“My name is Jaehyun, and I’m always here if you need me. Just dial 1 from the phone on your nightstand.”

You nod as you take your cards from him.

“Thank you so much, Jaehyun. I’m sorry you have to work at this time of night on Christmas, I’m sure you want to be home right now.”

“Oh no worries, ma’am. I am home.” He gives you a bright smile, then hands you your hotel key. “Room number 414.”

Your mouth falls open to ask what he meant, but you shut it quickly and turn around. It wasn’t any of your business, and you had done enough talking for the night.

———

Your room was completely updated to your surprise. Featuring a sparkling rainfall shower and large bathtub along with a large tempurpedic bed covered in soft sheets and fluffy pillows.

The flat screen T.V hung over a faux fireplace that doubled as entertainment and a heater. You turned it on and stood beside it to warm your body up.

You put your phone to charge and connected to the WiFi. as soon as you shook your coat off.

You were able to make an appointment for the tow truck to pick your car up and take it to the mechanic on the 26th. You then texted your boyfriend about your situation and assured him you were safe.

And finally, after locking your door with the chain attached to it from the inside, you felt relaxed and at ease. You fell asleep quickly, your body giving in to its tiredness quite easily. You rolled over onto your back and melted into the comfortable bed. You didn’t hear anything, you didn’t sense anything, and sadly, you didn’t feel anything in your relaxed state. If you had, you would’ve been able to stop it from getting worse.

———

The next day, you woke up to a sharp pain in your neck. You rubbed your hand over it while looking in the mirror, but saw nothing.

Maybe I just slept in a bad position.

You walked over to your phone and saw that it was fully charged. “Perfect.” You smiled to yourself as you read the message your boyfriend sent you while you slept.

He said he would leave work and head to you after, but you knew he’d be too tired to drive two hours so you called him. Furthermore the snowstorm only got worse, traffic was at a standstill and everyone was ordered to stay put.

“It’s okay, please don’t worry. I slept well and I’m heading to the mechanic tomorrow.”

“I’m so sorry babe, we really gotta get you a newer car.” He reassured you.

“Yeah, when it works, it works. But things happen. What are you up to?”

You heard him sigh. “I miss you, I can't believe you’re not here for Christmas, I’ll probably eat this ham alone.” He chuckles.

“Ahh nooo save some for me though. We can probably FaceTime later!”

“Yeah for sure, babe. Oh, what’s the name of the—[static] you [static]..stay-[static]..”

“Hello?” You said into your phone as the call broke up. You had to call over WiFi instead of your usual service, so it made sense that the reception was rocky.

You looked at your screen and saw the “call failed” message.

So you sent him an “I love you, we’ll talk later.” message as your stomach growled.

It was time to get something to eat.

You head downstairs and follow the smell.

Pancakes or waffles, and eggs and bacon.

It had to be here somewhere.

As you turn the corner to the breakfast area, you bump into him.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry.” Jaehyun holds you firmly to his chest so you don’t fall.

Your eyes widen when you realize just how close he is to you, your arms grasp his biceps for stability. They showed through his long sleeve red dress shirt, and his broad shoulders and neck were just inches from your face. He smelled wonderful too, like vanilla and peppermint.

“Ma’am?” He frowns.

You shake your head and finally let go. “I’m..wow, I’m sorry, I’m still waking up haha.”

He chuckles and lets you go. “Did you have a good night?”

“Yes, I did. Thank you for giving me such a nice room!”

“And the WiFi works, right?” His brows furrow.

You nod fervently. “Yes, yes it’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Good. Well, I won’t stand in your way any longer. Breakfast is served.” He gestures to the dining area.

You smile and walk by him towards the area which is surprisingly filled with people.

The hotel was so quiet, you never thought there’d be someone staying there other than yourself.

However, as you got closer, you couldn’t help but notice something. It was too quiet. Even families with small children moved slowly, quietly, like they were in some sort of trance. Or maybe they were just tired and you were over exaggerating.

A few smiled to each other and to you as they passed by with small amounts of food in their plates. The staff were the same way, but moved quickly. You were too distracted by them moving so fast to get the food out for guests, you didn’t feel Jaehyun’s eyes on you the entire time.

You moved with such grace amongst the zombies. You were the spark this hotel needed, he thought to himself. The spark that would bring life into it, life into him.

You sat down at a small booth by yourself and started to eat. The eggs were magnificent, the bacon was to die for. You couldn’t believe how good everything was.

Jaehyun watched as your eyes lit up with each bite and smiled to himself.

However, his upturned lips quickly turned downward when he realized a staff member was heading towards you.

The man with brown hair dropped a napkin right beside your foot.

You bent down to pick it up for him, but he suddenly met you under the table.

He grabbed your hand, forcing you to stare into his intense eyes as he forced the napkin into your hand.

“What—“ your eyes widened.

He swallowed hard but before he could utter a word, Jaehyun stopped him.

“Oh, a little clumsy aren’t we, Jungwoo?”

Jungwoo stood up straight and held his head down. “I’m sorry.” He barely whispered and walked back to the kitchen. You turned to watch him walk away. Jaehyun looked down at you with the scariest expression you had seen from him since.

“I apologize for the interruption, continue.” He speeds off behind Jungwoo.

You open your hand to see the napkin with numbers scribbled on it.

(1) 251 225 1424

Really? Did this guy really just interrupt your breakfast to give you his phone number?

How could he be so unprofessional and right in front of the hotel manager at that?

You crumpled up the napkin and put it in your coat pocket, making note to throw it away later.

——

You went back to your room after finishing breakfast and took a quick shower. But as you stepped out, you felt weak suddenly so you decided to lay down in bed after.

You drifted into sleep while laying in the bath robe provided by the hotel. And while sleeping, you dreamt that you were a young child at Christmas again.

You unwrapped your present, a brand new Ice skating figurine. Your parents smiled so bright as you jumped up with excitement.

You smiled to yourself softly as you felt happiness overflow.

But suddenly, your vision became blurry.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Your dad called out to you. “Is everything okay?” Your mom reached for your hand.

Why am I crying? It was a happy memory, why am I crying? Why do I feel a sharp pain?

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t open your eyes. Your parents' voices got dark and unrecognizable. Everything grew dim and the view of your childhood living room faded to black.

All you could do was listen to a heavy breathing. Was it your own? No. It was someone else’s.

What else are you hearing right now? A beat, a low, steady beat. Almost like a pulse. It echoed in your ears, you couldn’t ignore it, but god, you wish you could, for it only got louder as the pain increased.

Sleep paralysis. But has this ever happened to you before? Well, it’s happening now. You can feel the weight on you, like being pinned down. You can feel the pain, and your heart beginning to race, but you can’t stop it. You can fight, try harder, move a finger or something.

Do something.

“Y/n..let go, it’s okay..you’re with me now, I’m always here for you..” a low voice whispers in your ear.

Johnny?

No, it couldn’t be.

“Darling..” the husky voice continued.

Then the stinging pain increased dramatically, you groaned in pain and finally found the strength to shoot up straight in your bed while panting.

You breathed heavily while rubbing your neck.

You looked over your shoulders and in all corners of the room. You were alone.

“Holy shit.” You rubbed your eyes and laid back down in the bed, your chest still heaving.

Knock knock.

You got out of the bed and tightened your robe before looking through the peephole hesitantly.

It was Jaehyun.

You opened it slowly. “..Hi..”

Jaehyun gave you a small smile with tight lips. “Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah..I just had a bad dream..”

He nodded. “Still feeling uneasy, right? that’s to be expected as you’re in the middle of nowhere, with no one to keep you company.”

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Yes, well, is there something I can help you with?” You were anxious to put some decent clothes on after remembering you were standing just a foot away from a strange man with just a measly robe on.

He eyes you up and down quickly before smirking. Once again, it was as if he read your mind.

“The guests are all attending a Christmas gathering later. If you’d like to join, it starts at 7. Our staff have prepared the finest foods for everyone and there will be traditional Christmas tunes played all night long. We will also be handing out gifts. All small, but kind gesture nonetheless.”

“Oh that’s sweet, but I don’t think I’ll be able to attend, I have a date with my boyfriend, gonna watch him eat ham.” You laughed out.

Jaehyun smiled slightly. “Of course, I hope it goes well.”

You nodded and started to close the door.

“Oh..one more thing.” He pressed on the door with his foot to stop you.

“Uh..yeah?”

“I apologize once again for the way my staff acted earlier, it was completely unprofessional and he will be dealt with. With that being said, do you happen to have the napkin he gave you?”

“Uh..um what napkin?”

“I believe he handed you a napkin underneath your table.” Jaehyun said sternly, his gaze never faltering.

You realized he wasn’t going to let it go. You thought what Jungwoo did was weird, but a little funny. You didn’t want him to lose his job for it.

“I believe I threw it away, yeah, I don’t-“

“Are you sure it isn’t in your pocket still?”

He said lowly, like he was demanding you tell him the truth. His energy just then sent a shockwave through your body that made you nervous.

“I-I’ll go check.” You closed the door and looked for your coat.

You picked the crumpled up piece of paper out of your pocket and handed it to Jaehyun.

He smiled widely and thanked you before heading off.

You closed the door and let out a loud breath.

“What the hell?”

———

Jaehyun opens up the napkin and sees the number written on it.

It wasn’t a number, it was a message, one that you clearly didn’t understand.

(1) 251 225 1424

12 5 1 22 5 14 24

L. E. A. V. E. N. W

“Leave now.” Jaehyun chuckles. Why would any of his guests want to leave when they have him?

———

You watched some movies on your T.V to pass the day by. You even scrolled through tumblr and read Christmas love stories that made your heart flutter.

Later that day, you FaceTimed your boyfriend who was enjoying all of your favorite Christmas foods.

“Hopefully, they’ll have my car fixed and ready to go within a few hours, I’m so alone here.” You fake cried, to which Johnny just laughed.

“Well, that’s what you get for being a girl boss.”

“Ah shut up, I’ve gotta find a way to make you a househusband, don’t I? You cook, you clean..why wouldn’t I go to work to keep a sexy man like you.” You flirted with him.

“Damn, I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended by you thinking that’s all I can do.” He raised an eyebrow while chewing a piece of ham.

“I know that’s not all you can do..you can do so much more..” you teased him as he laughed.

“Well, get your fine ass back here and I’ll show you how much more I can do.”

You sighed loudly and threw your head back. “I’m tryinggg.”

“I know..[static] and what [static]..” the call was breaking up again, your screen froze and then displayed Johnny again like nothing happened.

“It cut out, I didn’t hear what you said, babe.” You leaned in close.

“I said, who is that.. [static]..”

“Huh? Who?” You looked around you.

“Right behind you..there’s [static].”

The screen froze once again and pulled it closer to your face. “Johnny?”

You didn’t see anything, but a black screen and a little square showing your own face.. but something was off.

You squinted and looked at your background. You whipped your head around. You could’ve sworn there was a shadowy figure behind the thin curtain covering the window. But there was nothing there.

You looked back at your phone. The shadow was gone. “Johnny?”

Call failed. Reconnect to WiFi.

Your phone was no longer connected to WiFi. You tried over and over to reconnect it with the password you were given but had no luck. So you headed down to the lobby.

It was dark, and a simple “be back soon” sign rested on the front counter. You followed the music to the main dining area.

Christmas lights made it look magical and completely different than it did in the morning.

People danced and laughed with each other while others enjoyed pie.

The food smelled amazing. Everyone looked happy, you couldn’t believe they were the same folks from earlier.

“Hi..” you smiled and waved as you walked through.

You finally found one of the staff in charge of picking up trash. “Excuse me, miss?” You tapped her shoulder lightly but she jumped in terror and turned to you. Her eyes displayed the familiar look of fear when she looked back at you.

“I-I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m just looking for Jaehyun.”

She shook her head and practically ran away from you to head to the kitchen.

You stared in confusion before looking for someone else to ask.

Jaehyun, dressed in his favorite Christmas sweater, walks through the front doors after taking care of business outside.

He sees you walking around frantically, trying to ask anyone and everyone something, but they smile and shrug..just as he instructed them to.

Your look of confusion and desperation reminds him of a small animal left alone in an unfamiliar habitat. Just waiting..lonely and frazzled..waiting for anything, but its predator.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” He finally gets your attention.

“Oh! I’ve been looking for you!” Your eyes widen.

“And you’ve found me. I’m happy you could make it to the gathering.”

He smiles while looking in awe at you. You looked beautiful in the lighting of the sparkling Christmas lights.

“Ah well..I didn’t actually come down here for that..you see, I was FaceTiming my boyfriend, you know, like I said I was going to earlier. And I lost connection to the WiFi.. did the password change? Am I doing something wrong?” You scroll through your phone for its settings, never realizing Jaehyun's face turns grim at the mention of your boyfriend.

You lift your phone up to Jaehyun, who still looks toward the dining area in silence.

“Uhh..Jaehyun?”

“Of course, ma’am. I can help you with that, but would you like to open your gift first?”

“M-my gift?”

He turns to you, smiling widely as his eyes crinkle. “You didn’t think we’d forget about you?!”

He takes your hand and leads you to the large Christmas Tree. After shuffling through a few gifts, he hands you a small box.

“Oh..you really didn’t have to, Jaehyun.” You gasp as you hold the box.

“Of course! You’re my favorite..guest, after all.”

He says lowly.

You chuckle. “Thank you.”

You sit down in a chair next to the tree and unwrap your present. Your mouth falls open as you see what it is.

It’s a beautiful snow globe with an ice skater in the center.

“No way!” You smile widely, just like you did when you were younger.

The ice skater spins around on the bottom of globe while glitter in all sorts of iridescent shapes fall over her.

“It’s beautiful.”

Jaehyun can't hide his excitement while he watches you.

He reaches out a hand. “Dance with me please”

You raise your brows out of surprise. You should’ve had him reset your WiFi so you could get back to Johnny, you should’ve said no. But you couldn’t. He made you happy with this small present. It was something that resonated deeply within you. What harm could one dance do?

So you take his hand and stand up after placing the globe on a table nearby.

A slowed down rendition of Winter Wonderland plays through the vintage vinyl record player in the corner as the two of you sway back and forth. He holds your right hand in his left and rests his other hand on the small of your back, like anyone dancing to old people music would.

“Is this alright with you?”

You blink quickly and look into his eyes. “Yes.”

Everyone else danced too, holding each other close. Some even closed their eyes as they rested their heads on their partner’s shoulder. It was a cute moment, you thought to yourself. You missed Johnny, but sadly, not as much as you should have. Something about this hotel made you feel like you were at home, you felt content. Jaehyun felt amazing on you, his broad chest welcoming your temple like the pillows you slept on. His grasp firm, but fingers delicate. And that intoxicating cologne, you loved it so much.

You looked around for Jungwoo, but didn’t see him. You worried that he was fired for a joke.

“So..are you a fan of Christmas?” The tall man asks as he sways your body gently.

You gulp as you look away from his veiny hand that holds yours and up to his sultry eyes. “Y-yeah, I like the idea of family coming together and enjoying each other’s company, oh and gifts of course.” Your cheeks rose as you smiled.

Jaehyun tried his best not to blush at the sight.

But he couldn’t hide his deep dimples.

“Right, it’s always nice to be around those you love.”

“How about you? Don’t you want to be around someone you love right now?”

Jaehyun raised his brows and almost said what was really on his mind, but instead he chuckled. “I love this hotel and the staff, I couldn’t be happier.”

You laugh. “I never thought I’d be enjoying a Christmas dance with a hotel manager, but here I am.”

“Yes, here we are, enjoying each other’s company. Just the two of us..” his voice trailed as he swallowed hard.

Your smile started to fade. Something felt off, and just as you were about to let his hand go, the lights started to blur, you couldn’t keep up with the music or match your movements to Jaehyun. You were stepping all over the place, but he held you still.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” He whispered into your ear.

“Jaehyun..I can’t..what’s happening?” You struggle to even speak now.

You were drifting away and didn’t know why, you didn’t drink any alcohol but felt like you were drunk out of your mind.

“I..I need to sit down..” you try to pull away but Jaehyun’s grip gets tighter. You look up into his eyes and see that they’re no longer brown, they’re a deep shade of red. But then again, everything looked blurry, you weren’t sure what you were hearing or seeing.

You noticed that the floor was emptied now. There was no staff, and the other couples were gone. Where did they go? Why did they leave so quickly?

“It worked rather quickly, the powder I put in the gift box..” Jaehyun gazed at your lips through low eyes.

“Jaehyun..” you fall limply as he holds you against his chest.

“Darling, I hope you know I did this because you’re my favorite g-“

His voice fades as you black out.

——

You wake up in your bed the next morning, a pain stinging your neck once again.

Your head and wrist hurt too.

“What the hell happened last night?” You ask yourself.

You unlock your phone to see that it’s now connected to the WiFi. You’ve missed 5 calls from Johnny, and too many text messages to count.

You call him immediately. “Johnny..I’m so sorry, I lost the connection and then—“ and then what?

Why couldn’t you remember what happened after your call ended?

“Hey, babe, it’s okay, I’m just happy you’re okay. I'm clocking in right now actually, but text me once you get to the mechanic, okay?” Johnny says as he shuffles through his bag for his work ID.

“Sure! I’ll keep you updated.” You hung up.

A dark feeling came over you as you stared at the black screen. What happened?

You look up at your nightstand and notice a snow globe. One with an ice skating figure in the center of it. Was it there before? Was it a decorative piece? Well, it wasn’t yours, that much you knew.

You packed your things and headed downstairs.

Jaehyun waited for you at the front desk. He looked even better than he did when you got there, his skin looked like pure ivory even in the low light.

“Well, I’m sad to say goodbye, but I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” He states as you hand him the key.

You chuckle. “Yeah…I don’t think so..thank you though, I really had a great time.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” He nods and watches as you walk through the door and towards the tow truck.

————

[Three Weeks Later]

Things went back to normal..somewhat. You went to work then home to Johnny..every day, same routine. Your car worked perfectly too. Your life was wonderful, and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about the hotel.

Why did you miss it so much? Why did you have the urge to see it, just one last time?

“Whatcha thinking about?” Johnny plays with your index finger as the two of you sit on the couch and watch a movie together.

“Oh..nothing.” You gave him a small smile.

“Come on, babe, it’s been three years, I know you better than that. What’s on your mind? We can stop the movie and talk. Is everything okay at work?”

He leans in closer.

You shake your head. “I promise, Johnny, I’m fine. Let’s watch the movie.”

You loved Johnny with all your heart, but things felt off with him too. You weren’t thinking about him when you were with him. He no longer held your interest, your heart was yearning for someone—or rather, something else.

Nonsense, what were you thinking? You only ache for Johnny.

You pulled his face towards yours suddenly and kissed him hard. The two of you had been so busy with conflicting work schedules, you didn’t even have time to be intimate. That’s all you needed, right? A little time together to rekindle the romance.

He kissed you back, placing his tongue on top of yours and sliding his hand up your thigh.

You leaned back into the chair so your upper back was on the armrest.

Things grew hot quickly and soon Johnny was taking his sweatshirt off and pressing himself down in between your legs. Your heart raced as you felt the need for him grow. You took your shirt off too, then pulled him back down to your body.

You moaned quietly as he laid sloppy kisses all over your neck and your breasts.

He cages you in between his arms as he kisses your neck and starts to suck. It feels amazing, but without warning, flashes of a nonexistent memory attack your mind.

You ignore them and shut your eyes tightly. But when you opened them, you saw the ceiling of the hotel room. You close your eyes again.

“Johnny..” you exhale and push your body upwards to him while gripping his shoulders.

He licks over the spot he was working on and looks down at you. But when you open your eyes, you don’t see him, you see a shirtless Jaehyun for a split second, his chest heaving, abs flexing and covered in beads of sweat. His hair is brushed back neatly, but a strand falls in his forehead as he licks his lips and gives you a cocky smile.. You blink again and Johnny is back.

“Are you okay?” Johnny pants as he caresses your face.

You turn your face and blink rapidly. “Yeah, no yeah. I’m sorry I just remembered something from work..”

Johnny sits up on the couch and runs a hand through his fluffy hair. “I’m doing my best work here and you’re thinking about work?”

He shakes his head, standing up from the couch to go to his room.

“Wait, no Johnny..” you get up and run after him.

You hug him from behind. “I’m sorry, babe. I was just thinking about how I’d have to travel again.”

He turns to you. “Again?”

You nod and look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Another meeting..”

You were lying, but he trusted you, there’s no way he’d know.

“Ahh damn baby, I’m sorry.” He hugs you tightly.

“..I don’t want to think about work, Johnny, it just happens, I’m sorry. I’m so tired.”

“I know..I’m sorry, let me take care of you.” Johnny holds your face in his hands and kisses your forehead.

“I gotta show my hardworking girlfriend what she needs to come back home to, don’t I?” He smirks and wraps his arms around your waist before taking you to your room.

Johnny did everything to take care of you. His beautiful lips brought you to paradise time and time again that night. He worked his hips into your body like a swimmer, giving you deep strokes that made you dizzy. He followed every command you cried out to him, slower, faster, harder..so why were you betraying him by being somewhere else?

The pleasure was beyond satisfactory, and yet, nothing made you feel as good as you felt when you were in that damn hotel.

———

You made your way to the hotel a few days later after telling Johnny the meeting would be held in a convention center and you’d have to stay overnight as it was split into two parts.

The lengths you went to to go to this hotel were absurd.

And yet, you couldn’t stop.

The “door open” bell chimed as you stepped in.

“Ahh..welcome back.” Jaehyun grinned.

“Hi..Jaehyun..”

He gave you the same room you had the first time. You slept soundly and felt at peace. There was no noise, the food was great..you felt truly alone.

And that’s why you went back..again..and again..and again. The luring feeling of the hotel only got stronger, it was almost like an itch that you had to scratch, a drink of water that you had to have.

You weren’t frustrated by it though, you gave in every time and didn’t see anything wrong with it.

————

[6 Weeks Later]

“Another meeting? Babe, I don’t know, this seems excessive..” Johnny says as he packs the dishwasher.

“And what should I do? Tell my boss no? Things seem to be changing and I just have to..go with flow.” You throw your arms up and start to pack an overnight bag.

“Huh..it’s just weird that this started so suddenly.”

“Yeah I know.” You say bluntly.

“If something was wrong, you’d tell me right? Like..if they’re making you do something..wrong..would you tell me?” Johnny stops packing and looks at the back of your head.

You turn to him slowly. “What are you saying, Johnny?”

“Like..okay, you know how men sometimes take advantage of their positions and-and force-“

“Johnny..what the hell..you don’t trust me? Do you really think I’d go to such lengths to get a better position in a company? I-wow, Johnny.”

“No, no I mean, I know you work your ass off, I just want to make sure..” he walks fast towards you after realizing he messed up.

“Stop, just stop..” you raise a hand to stop him from hugging you.

“I’m sorry, babe, come here.” He reaches out to you.

“No..no, don’t.” You close the door to your room and lay down in your bed alone. Tears running down the sides of your face. You weren’t upset with Johnny, really. You were upset with yourself. You were lying to him and he only cared about you. You thought you loved him, but being around him didn’t feel like home anymore. He slowly started to feel like a stranger and you didn’t know why. He didn’t do anything wrong.

It’s you, it’s just you and your obsession with this hotel.

——

[Two Days Later]

Just a few hours after checking in, you feel like taking a nap so you lay your head down and drift off into sleep.

You miss a few calls from Johnny as you sleep. He wanted to tell you that he took time from work to visit you.

He calls again and again, but reaches the voicemail box message every time.

“Damn it.” He drives to the convention center anyway. He had to see you and give you flowers and chocolates to make up for him being a dick the other night. Then he’d take you out to dinner and you’d watch the stars together while walking in the park.

He’d apologize a million times if he had to. He just wanted to be with you and show you how much he appreciated all that you do.

He smiled to himself as he imagined how shocked you’d be to see him. It was a long drive but you were worth it.

Jaehyun watches you sleep soundly in your bed. He can smell your rosey perfume and coconut-pineapple infused shampoo. He can see how soft your skin is, even as blood races through your veins.

You turn over on your side as you dream. He can hear your heart pumping blood so clearly, he can see your curves under your dress, he can feel how warm you are from just a few feet away and it all drives him crazy.

Johnny stares in confusion as he watches hundreds of people dressed in anime cosplay enter and leave the convention center.

The entire center was being used for some kind of anime event. There was no way you were here.

Frustrated, Johnny calls you over and over, but of course, no answer. The sun is setting so he turns back and drives home. He speeds down the highway furiously.

How could you lie to him? Even after getting upset with him for doubting you, you still lied anyway.

He was pissed and needed an explanation now.

He continues to call, but Jaehyun picks your phone up and turns it off completely, unplugging it from its charger to make it seem as though it “ran out of power.”

He then kneels down beside your bed.

Johnny nearly throws his phone out of the window of his car when your phone goes straight to voicemail instead of ringing like it did a few times before.

“Did she fucking block me?”

Just as he picks his phone up to dial you up again, he sees a bright neon sign in the middle of nowhere. “Vacancy.”

This was the only hotel in this area. He peeks out through his window and sure enough, he sees it.

He sees your car parked outside of the hotel. His heart drops, but he pulls into the parking lot and decides that he just can’t let it go.

He parks beside it and heads inside.

“Hello?!” He yells, but there seems to be no one at the front desk or anywhere really.

He paces around like a mad man. He knows you’re here somewhere, he just has to find you and whatever bastard you’re with.

After waiting for five minutes, he steps behind the counter to see if there’s some sort of record for check ins. He scans through the papers, but it doesn’t take him long to find one single check in sheet with one name on it.

“Room 414.” He says and heads for the elevator.

He steps forward to knock on the door, but sees that it’s already open slightly.

He pushes it slowly, wincing at the creaking sound it makes before walking in.

He hears the familiar sound of you moaning quietly.

He clenches his fists as he walks faster.

But to his surprise, you’re turned over on your side, your back to him. He squints as he tries to make out what exactly he is looking at.

And that’s when Jaehyun’s head flicked up.

His mouth, covered in crimson liquid, opens into a creepy smile that will be burned into Johnny’s memory. His eyes are a dark red with glowing pupils and his sharp teeth glisten in the dark room.

Johnny finally snaps out of it when he realizes that the blood smearing the bottom half of Jaehyun’s face is yours.

“Get away from her!” He runs toward the two of you, but Jaehyun quickly stands up and speeds to grab Johnny’s neck from behind.

“Hold on, sweetheart..it’s not nice to interrupt someone’s dinner time.” Jaehyun whispers into his ear.

Johnny shakes in fear as he feels Jaehyun’s long nails dig into his neck.

“Your girlfriend is just too good to let go, from the first time fate brought her to me, I knew she’d be my favorite.”

“Fuck you!” Johnny lets out as he tries to fight back, but literally cannot move. Jaehyun’s thumb nail presses into his spine.

“I’ll be nice and give you two options. Leave her here with me, never talk to her again, pretend you never saw this.. or well, die.” Jaehyun chuckles.

“Leave her alone, don’t kill her please.” Johnny tries to get out of his grasp, but Jaehyun’s strength is inhuman.

“Kill her? I would never, she’s mine. What good is she to me if she’s dead?”

“Let her go! I don’t know what you are, but she doesn’t deserve this.” Johnny pleads.

“But can't you see, Johnny? She’s so happy here, didn’t you hear her beautiful moans? She’s in complete bliss when she’s with me and that’s why she keeps coming back. It’s like sex, but better, so much better. In all my years of hunting, I’ve never had blood quite as sweet as hers.”

“You’re sick!”

“Johnny boy, make a decision or I’ll make it for you.”

Johnny closes his eyes tightly and starts to cry. He didn’t want to give up on you, he couldn’t. He loved you so much, he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state. But what could he do now? Clearly, Jaehyun was otherworldly and stronger than him.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” He says quietly.

Jaehyun transports the two of them to the hotel lobby in an instant. He lets Johnny go and steps back.

“Goodbye.” He says huskily as he licks Johnny’s blood from his fingernails.

Johnny walks out without looking back. He was going to find a way to save you. If Jaehyun thought he won, he was gravely mistaken.

Jaehyun turns to one of the staff members hiding behind the counter.

“Did you do it?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Perfect.” He smirks and starts to head back to your room, but the man speaks again.

“S-sir, please..” he stands up slowly, using two fingers to pull down the collar of his work shirt.

Jaehyun chuckles. “Not tonight, my love.”

“Please!! It’s been so long, just five minutes!” The man falls to the ground and tugs Jaehyun’s hand.

Jaehyun brings the man’s body up with just his hand around his throat and slams him into the closest wall.

Jaehyun’s eyes glare furiously at the man that dared to touch him. “Drinking from you is like drinking from a deflated milk bag, don’t you think I deserve something better than that?”

“Yes, sir!! I’m so sorry.”

Jaehyun nods and lets the man slide down the wall slowly to the ground. “Go to Jungwoo in the basement if you need it so badly. He will drink from you, but he’s hungry and pissed, you better hope he knows when to stop.”

The man sniffles, “I understand sir.”

“Good.”

————

[A Week Later]

The first day without Johnny, you thought it was weird that he would leave suddenly, but you figured he might be visiting family or something. You missed a few calls from him before he went missing, but surely, he was just giving you a heads up.

You were okay the first few days, sadly. You didn’t miss him as much as you should have. You didn’t sleep much at night, you were always thinking about the hotel and how amazing your sleep was there.

You weren’t mentally present at work either, so your boss told you it was okay to take some time off seeing as your boyfriend was missing.

So you stayed home and did only basic tasks. Most of the time you lived in your memories of your days at the hotel. Sometimes you swore you saw Jaehyun in the mirror behind you or in the corners of the rooms. You even smelled him, but he was never truly there.

Then today, after a week of everyone searching for Johnny, news comes out that his vehicle was found. His mom called you in tears. She told you he crashed into a ditch and died on impact and an investigation would be done to see if there were any mechanical problems with his vehicle.

You hung up without saying a word. You were numb. You didn’t think he was really gone, there was no way. He’d open the door right now and come in with that bright smile of his at any moment.

“Here’s Johnny!”

You could hear him now.

There’s no way he was gone, he was just missing is all. It was someone else’s body and someone else’s car. Not Johnny, not your Johnny.

And you ate and slept after thinking this way, thinking he was just on vacation.

But then, the funeral came. You looked onto the grey face of your boyfriend and lost it, it all became reality.

For the first time in a long time, you felt something. You felt pain and anguish, the love you had for Johnny came swinging back like a boomerang, hitting you in your head to make you feel immense regret and heartache. You treated him so poorly and this was your reward.

———

[Two Months Later]

You were slowly getting used to living without Johnny. You cried a lot, but you didn’t think about the hotel much.

You did your own research into where Johnny’s vehicle was found and the suspicious details surrounding his death arose naturally. His vehicle was newer than yours, a 2020 Audi gifted by his parents. There’s no way it would have mechanical issues so early on. The investigation found that his brakes were in good shape but weren’t placed in the correct position due to a “common manufacturing error.” But that didn’t make sense to you. Why now?

Furthermore, the area his vehicle was found in was nowhere close to his job. It was hours away, in the direction of the convention center. Is it possible that he went looking for you?

You knew what you had to do. You had no urge to go back until now.

———

At the hotel, you stood still in the lobby and waited for Jaehyun to lift his head.

He smiled at you fondly, elated that you’re back after such a long time. “Welcome back. Your usual room?”

You step closer. “That won’t be necessary, I’m not staying here tonight. I just need to see something.” You tried your best to not be affected by his cologne and gorgeous face, but it was difficult. His long sleeve shirt still stuck to his toned arms, and his jawline was sharper than ever.

Jaehyun’s smile doesn’t falter, but his eyes grow. “And what is it that you’d like to see?”

“I think my boyfriend came by here before he..died.”

Jaehyun frowns. “Oh really? I don’t think I’ve seen him.”

You look up and furrow your brows. “I haven’t even told you what he looks like.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “Right, well what I mean to say is, I haven’t seen anyone new since you’ve been here.”

You nod and look up at the cameras on the ceiling. You remembered seeing them there the first night.

“To be sure he didn’t come by, may I take a look at the video recordings you have for the day before he went missing?”

Jaehyun stares at you through sinister eyes, but doesn’t stop smirking.

“I can’t say no to you, ma’am. You’re my favorite guest, after all.”

He takes you to his office where he scrolls through the saved files automatically uploaded in the drive by the camera system he has.

Strangely, the footage for that date is spotty and cuts out at random times. But what did you expect for an old hotel?

“Here, it’s all yours.” Jaehyun allows you to sit at his desk and go through the footage yourself before leaving you alone, but after looking for about an hour, you find nothing.

You head out and walk by Jaehyun who waits in the lobby. “Did you see what you were looking for?”

“Who..I didn’t see “who” I was looking for, but thank you.” You push the door open, but stop abruptly as a thought crosses your mind.

“I think there’s something quite strange here..”

“Oh, what could it be?” Jaehyun says with intrigue.

“You never appear in your camera’s footage and yet, you’re always here, why is that?” You ask after recalling how you had seen other staff or hotel guests in the recordings but you never saw him.

Jaehyun’s smile grows. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?”

You pause for a moment, but shake your head and walk outside. As you get closer to your car, however, you notice that it’s..tilted.

“Shit.” You say as you realize that one of your tires is flat, a shining silver nail sticks out of the side.

What is it about this place that always gives you car problems?

You go back into the hotel and call the tow truck company. The agent informs you that they are unable to send someone out until the morning so you’re stuck.

You shouldn’t have done this, you shouldn’t have come back here alone.

You reluctantly take the hotel key from Jaehyun and head to your room.

But this time, you don’t sleep. Something was off about this place and you didn’t want to be caught off guard at any time.

You place a knife you carried in your bag under your pillow and lie down awake. A furious thunderstorm echoed outside of your window, you listened to it and focused on the sound of each crash along with your room becoming illuminated from the lightning strikes to stay awake.

However, a few hours into the night, you hear your door open. You close your eyes quickly and pretend to be asleep. That unmistakable scent.

It was him, it was Jaehyun. You could feel him standing at the end of your bed in the darkness, just staring at you, his eyes burning holes into skull as he watched you sleep.

First it was 20 minutes, then 30 then 2 full hours of him standing and staring. What was he waiting for? Why was he watching you? And why didn’t you do anything?

It felt like your mind was playing tricks on you. You’d open your eyes slightly after each strike of lightning lit up your room and see Jaehyun’s location change. One second he was at the end of your bed, the next he was sitting in the loveseat in the corner.

Was he playing with you?

He knew you were awake, he could sense your heartbeat was not relaxed like it usually was when you slept. Why were you fighting him?

You couldn’t take it anymore, you grab your knife and jump up in the bed while holding it in front of you.

“What do you want?!” You tell as thunder shakes the walls of the hotel.

But Jaehyun isn’t there. Did you imagine him standing there? Were you seeing things because you haven't slept?

You turn the bedside lamp on and look around in terror. You could’ve sworn he was just there.

You get up and walk around, looking under the bed and in your closet and bathroom. But there was nothing.

You still have the knife in your hand as you open your door and walk around the halls of the hotel. As usual, it’s quiet and you feel like you’re the only one alive.

Jaehyun is nowhere to be seen. He isn’t downstairs in the lobby either. You finally calm down and head to the elevator.

But when you get to your floor and step out from the elevator, you see Jaehyun standing at the end of the hallway with his arms behind his back.

“Everything alright, ma’am? Why aren’t you sleeping?” He asks quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Jaehyun only chuckles and the lights of the hallway flicker suddenly. When they flicker back on, he’s gone.

You run to your room and lock the door, triple checking it to make sure the chain is up.

“Damn it, I really need to stay awake.” You rub your eyes and decide to take a shower.

You turn the water to the “cold” setting in an effort to wake yourself up. You turn the T.V on and at a high volume too.

However, no matter how hard you try, sleep eventually falls over you.

You rest your head on the tile and relax.

You felt arms around, hugging you from behind. They felt like Johnny’s arms..but they weren’t. Your brain was tricking you. He’s not here, you know that. So why do you still feel them?

“Darling…”

“Jaehyun..”

He runs his hands along your arms and over your fingers.

“Why do you fight?”

“I-I don’t know.” You say sleepily, the back of your head resting on the center or his chest. You can feel his abs on your back and his pelvis on your butt.

“It’ll be better for both of us if you let go..”

“I don’t want..to let you go, Johnny.”

“He didn’t love you like I love you, darling..” Jaehyun bites into your neck.

You gasp. “Jaehyun!”

He sucks harder and the feeling is intense, but heavenly and unlike anything you’ve felt before. You’re half-asleep, but you don’t want him to stop.

He releases your neck. “I love you so much more than he did.”

“Jaehyun, don’t stop, please..” an unexplainable feeling covers your body, it feels like you’re floating and in total bliss.

He sucks again as you guide his left hand to your thigh.

All thoughts of Johnny fade now as you focus on your building satisfaction. Jaehyun makes you feel amazing with his mouth, your mind is clouded with thoughts of him only.

He takes the hint and slides two fingers into your trembling body slowly while sucking hard. You moan loudly as his other hand caresses your breasts and pinches your pointed nipples.

“Are you mine?” He whispers into your ear, loud enough to cover the sound of the water falling down on both your bodies, but just quiet enough to make it sultry and deep.

“Yes..yes.” Is all you can think of as his thumb brushes against your clit teasingly.

He bites again and in just a few moments you cry out his name while climaxing.

He holds your shaking body close to him and transports the two of you to your bed in a split second.

He crawls over your naked and resumes sucking your blood once more. This time, you take his hard member and start to stroke it. He grunts at the feeling of your soft, gentle fingers on him and knows he can’t hold back any longer.

“You’re so beautiful..” he uses one hand and holds both wrists above your head as your lips fall open.

He pushes into you slowly, feeling you clench around him as he sucks your neck harder. Your blood tasted good, too good, he had to be careful not to take too much.

You were wide awake now and that meant that you’d feel everything, even the pain that accompanied the bite. But as the pressure on your neck increased, so did your arousal and intense pleasure.

“Jaehyun..fuck..” you mutter.

His hips move back and forth and in circular motions as he deepens your bodies into the bed. His grip on your wrists tighten and it almost feels as if he has no intention of ever letting you escape from under his toned body.

He then takes your hands in his and intertwines your fingers before placing both hands on either side of your head. He watches as tears fall out of your eyes. He knows the pleasure is good for you, so good you don’t feel the pain yet.

“My love…will you stay with me?” Jaehyun pleads as his deep red eyes stare into yours. His mouth is smeared with so much of your blood, but that doesn’t matter to you right now. You only care about reaching your orgasm with the beautiful and strange man.

“Yes..Jaehyun, I’m yours.”

“Tell me what you want..” he whispers, his tone laced in pure seduction.

“I want you..Jaehyun, I need you.” You moan over the thunder.

“Stay with me forever..” he looks down on you under him with low eyes, watching as a breathy “yes.” falls from your beautiful lips.

He grins then sucks your blood once more. He takes longer, deeper strokes so you can feel every vein. Your body curves into his as your back arches. Time slows and you swear it stands completely still as you release onto him.

But he doesn’t stop, he kisses the skin in between your breasts and continues downward to your navel, decorating your entire midsection with bloody kisses.

He looks up at you through low eyes as his breath fans your entrance. You’re slowly coming down from your high when he lays his tongue against it, flicking the tip against your throbbing clit. You flinch and grab his hair instantly.

“Jaehyun!” you cry out. He takes your hand in his and licks again before biting the inner skin of your thigh. He sucks your blood once more, sending a rush through your body again.

You silently and slowly go crazy inside as his lips switch from kissing your core to kissing your thigh. Jaehyun groans against your opening. Every move he made while watching you writhe under him made your heart race faster and your blood pump harder, rushing into his mouth with ease.

He flattens his tongue against you repeatedly while sliding two fingers inside you and soon enough, your body climaxes hard another time.

He crawls over you slowly, watching as a stream of curses leaves your lips. He grabs your neck to pull you into a sloppy kiss, making sure to cover your mouth in both your slick and blood as his tongue overtakes yours. You moan into his mouth and grab onto his shoulders tightly, feeling him enter your still sensitive opening with his girthy length.

“You’re so sweet, and you’re all mine.” he whispers as he pulls away.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, loving the way his chest feels on yours.

“You love this, don’t you?” he smirks as he moves in and out at a painfully slow pace.

You nod again.

His hold on your neck tightens suddenly and his tone grows dark.

“Speak when spoken to, darling. Do you love this?”

“Yes..yes, I do” you whimper.

He chuckles and to your satisfaction, starts to move faster while kissing you deeply. Your mind is flooded with him. He consumed you, all you could think about was being his in that moment.

He goes back to sucking blood from your neck and soon, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you see stars again. Within minutes you black out.

———

When you wake up the next day, you feel the worst pain you’ve ever felt, but proceed to throw your robe on.

You run over to your mirror and see two small holes in your neck.

“I didn’t bother to heal them this time. You’re mine, so there’s no point.”

Jaehyun startles you from behind. He’s now wearing his hotel uniform with a black vest over it.

“Wh-what?”

“Oh don’t tell me you forgot? Last night, you said you were mine, remember?”

You nod and back away from him slowly. You hold on tightly to the knife you hid in your robe’s pocket the night before

“I was too caught up, Jaehyun. I have to go back home.”

He steps towards you as you head toward the door.

“This is your home now, can’t you see?”

You shake your head. “No..I only came to find out about what happened to Johnny, not to be with you.”

His smile falls. “Johnny…” he chuckles, “you know, I could’ve sworn I fucked his name out of your memory last night.”

You grip the knife harder, seeing that you clearly upset him as his eyes changed from brown to red.

“Jaehyun, I’m sorry that I gave you the wrong impression. It’s just—“

He appears in front of you in just seconds, but you react quickly and stab him in his throat. Blood spews out as he stumbles backwards in shock.

You run out of the room and yell for help.

“Help!!! Help me please!!!”

You run fast and look for the stairs.

You look behind you to see Jaehyun marching down the hallway with a hand on the knife sticking out of his neck. You scream even louder and bolt towards the staircase.

He simply laughs and starts clapping while he paces towards you.

“Very good, y/n. This is why you’re my favorite.”

You bang hard against a door and someone finally comes out.

You hold the lady and try to run into her room but she glances away from you and looks at Jaehyun coming down the hallway. That’s when you notice that she too has two holes in her neck.

“Is there something wrong, sir?”

The lady asks him and not you.

“She tried to kill me, sweetheart..”

The lady gasps and grabs your wrist.

“You can't kill Master, are you out of your mind?!” she shakes you violently as Jaehyun gets closer.

You stare in confusion, she’s just a hotel guest. He wasn’t her master, what was she saying?

“Master lets us live nice lives!”

You take yourself out of her grip and run down the stairs. It made sense now. Everyone in the hotel was a victim to Jaehyun. He was the subject of their addiction. And you fell for it too. He fed on you whenever you slept, increasing your desire not for the hotel, but for him.

“Be a good girl and get her for me, bring her to me alive, let the others know what she’s done.” Jaehyun gives the guest his demand and uses the elevator instead.

By the time you get to the first floor, a mob of angry staff and hotel guests crowd you so you can’t leave.

“What the hell is going on here? He’s a monster, we need to call the police!!”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “As far as they know, you’re the only monster here, y/n..you tried to kill me, but it’s okay..” he grabs the knife and takes it out of his neck like it’s nothing.

Your mouth falls open in horror.

“Just a graze, that’s all.” He chuckles.

“Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about what I’ve seen, I’ll never come back.”

“But that’s the thing, darling, I want, no, I need you here with me, I love you.”Jaehyun reaches out to you

Your mouth falls open as tears run down your cheeks. “What? You’re insane.”

“Everyone else was so easy to hold on to..the people around you are all mine, I feed off of them, and give them a better life. Nothing feels as good to them as I do.” He says smoothly. “But you..you’re different. I thought last night would’ve sealed the deal, but once again, I was wrong.”

He laughs out.

“Jaehyun, I’ll do anything, please just let me go.”

“Your blood is magnificent too, the first night you came to me felt like a blessing. I knew you had to be mine, my wife, forever.”

“Please..why me?” You sob as you watch his neck heal rapidly, you on the other hand, feel terrible because of how much blood he took from you the night before. You knew you were too weak to fight.

He speeds towards you and takes you into his arms. He bites into your neck once more and feels you lose consciousness. “Because you’re my favorite.”

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How about a scenario for a soulmate au with Azul and the reader? :D I've always loved the ones where they share a red string of fate, but you can go with any kind of soulmate au if it strikes your fancy! Have fun~

As a filthy Octavinelle enjoyer, this scenario had me smiling internally like a fool. Hope you guys have fun reading this! -Shopkeep

Funny Thing Called Fate

It’s been a fact in the world of Twisted Wonderland that one’s fated will always be connected by special strings. Some may find their soulmates in the form of family tied by soft green. Others find it in friends, tied by a golden yellow. Then there is the most coveted and heart-racing of the three, the red string tied by romance. Everyone could see each other’s string, though very faintly compared to one’s own string of fate. All strings led somewhere, either far off in the horizon or maybe around the corner! Yet… Azul Ashengrotto was a peculiar case. Though he had the treasured red string of fate tied to his ring finger, the string that was supposed to lead him to his one and only stopped abruptly and faded out a couple feet away from him. It wasn’t a case of a string being broken because of a partner’s death. That would be more obvious with the string being frayed or damaged.

His just– disappeared.

No one could really give the answer of why it acted this way. It was a sore subject for the octomer, being just another piece of fuel for his tormentors. Long had Azul given up on the notion of finding his fated one. It was another strike for him against why never believed in such shaky beliefs like fate or chance. What he believed in was results, a tangible truth. Not some pesky string that tauntingly fluttered from his finger. Azul could already feel his brow twitch in irritation as he could already see a number of sappy scenes playing out around campus. It didn’t take even a few steps for Azul to keep seeing fated partners meeting. New best friends hugging each other excitedly or the awkward, blushing talk between newfound lovers. It made the guy want to pull his hair out.

“Hehehe, Azul’s looking like a boiled octopus.”

“Your complexion is getting rather red and strained.”

Azul whirled around to see two familiar faces and their gleaming smiles under the shade of their ceremonial hoods.

“Jade. Floyd. Where have you two been? I was wondering where you two ran off to.”

“Of course we were keeping an eye out on the prospective freshmen. After all, there’s so much– potential to be privy to,” Jade assured with an eerie grin, placing his hand upon his chest. From his pinky, a bright green string connected Jade to his brother. Of course it would make sense from what those two had gone through that their soulmate was each other in a familial sense.

“Yeah, yeah! Some of them kinda look fun to play with, even if they’re all just a bunch of anchovies,” Floyd drawled in.

“Mmm, good. Well, that’ll be enough monitoring. It’s better we see who will truly make it within Octavinelle and go from there. We should start making our way to the Mirror Chamber promptly. The ceremony will be starting soon.”

“Of course.”

“Alrighty~”

With that, the trio marched off to take their places within the Dark Mirror’s sanctum. Things moved on as usual with every entrance ceremony. Names were called, dorms assigned, and everyone filed in like little ducks in a row. Azul made sure to keep a mental note of every name and face that was assigned to his dorm. Jade sure was to follow in his lead, probably filing away in that steel trap mind of his. Floyd, well, Floyd was being Floyd. Azul could feel the mereel practically squirming in his seat. He desperately wanted to run out and do something much more exciting than sitting around, but every time he rustled a bit too much, Jade offered soft words to soothe his twin. Which Floyd actually complied to. How Jade does it every time, Azul could only imagine.

Fortunately, it seemed like things were going to wrap up, but the Headmage seemed perturbed by something. His claw lifted, mentally counting coffins and boys then looking at one particular coffin that almost looked– burnt? The Headmage whispered something to one of the teachers and suddenly stode out the door. Students murmured among themselves, curious to the abrupt departure of the Headmage as one teacher spoke up, shushing the crowd. It was a curious turn of events, but nothing to write home about. So Azul and many other students waited and waited. Some started to declare their annoyance of waiting while others wondered why their Headmage left in a hurry. Azul sighed but then, something felt funny to him. He started to fan himself, feeling flushed all of a sudden. His pulse quickened and his chest squeezed tightly.

The tweels instantly noticed this and looked at Azul curiously. “Azul?” Jade piped up. “Are you alright?”

“I…” Azul gasped. “I don’t know. I-I feel strange…” It wasn’t a panic attack, no. He didn't feel impending dread. Rather quite the opposite. Like something big was going to happen, something beneficial, like how he mastered his first spell or when he was able to crack a certain magical seal way back when he was younger. What was getting him so excited? As Azul tried desperately to calm his racing heart, Floyd was watching something else occur.

“Azuuuul…” Floyd called out. “Your string…!”

That quickly caught his attention and he looked down at his ring finger. Indeed, the red string that coiled around him was glowing a vibrant red. It was so bright that it was earning him a few curious glances. Azul looked between the twins frantically, his eyes asking them of what to do, but Jade and Floyd looked back with equal confusion. Just then, the doors to the Mirror Chamber burst open, Crowley announcing his return but he was not alone. An unaccounted student was by his side and when Azul laid eyes on them, something clicked. In a burst of red sparkles, his red string came to life, weaving itself longer and longer until it suddenly tied itself to the new student.

The student yelped when the string tied itself neatly on their own ring finger and looked at it in bewilderment. The student followed the string all the way to Azul who openly gawked at them, his glasses hilariously askew. It didn’t even register to Azul that the entire room just saw that happen.

“Oh! Well, hm, that was certainly something,” Crowley coughed and leaned over to the student to whisper, “that’s Azul Ashengrotto, by the way. I’ll let you two talk after your dorm assignment…”

“Uhhm, okay…?” They muttered, being guided by Crowley past Azul as if that whole magical event didn’t dazzle everyone. Everyone chattered in hushed tones, most directed towards the reddening Azul who was trying so hard not to curl up into his own robes to hide.

“Should we start thinking ahead for your marriage expenses?” Jade chuckled through a wide smile.

“Where you planning the honeymoon, Azul~?” Floyd followed, mirroring his twin.

Azul so desperately wanted to shut those eels’ mouths shut along with every gossiping student right now. He could feel a headache coming up from the damage control he was going to have to. While publicity was nice for the Lounge, he didn’t like it on himself! Did he really have to talk with this mysterious student? Could he really go back on all his denial of not believing in these stupid strings? And Great Seven, he could feel already that the twins were never going to live this down. Yet when his fated partner glanced over their shoulder to look back at him, cheeks rose, and a gaze so full of sincere curiosity for him and him alone, Azul was a goner. All the things he read, all the songs, all the talk of how wonderful meeting your partner of fate was, it all made perfect sense.

Correcting past misconceptions was good business practice, right?

#lovelygrimoire #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twst imagines #red string of fate #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader

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dragynkeep · 2 years

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Expanding your scope of RWBY outfit critiques outside of just team RWBY, thoughts on Neo's outfits (both original and Atlas one)? I personally really hate her Atlas outfit. It's so clunky looking, does not work with her acrobatic fighting style, and just plain looks bad in 3D.

Neo really did hit hard with her original outfit, and because it's so good, it meant that her Atlas one just couldn't match up and all it's flaws just look even worse.

Beautiful. Magnificent. Breathtaking.

The way the jacket stops at the front but carries on at the back lets the brown of her leotard contrast with the white of the outside and the pink inside of the jacket. Same with the long white boots having brown buttons and soles to keep that neutral colour carried throughout her design.

While the pink labels and cuffs keep that bright colour throughout her body without it becoming too much. White is a really good colour to use with these two and means the brown and pink aren't blending in with the brown and pink of Neo's hair. Plus the white stripe keeps that colour at the top.

It looks sleek and reminiscent of Roman's own design while suited to Neo, both design and colour-wise. The colour palette is softer than Roman's, who uses more stark red and blacks, while Neo's is a more feminine style of jacket with the leotard and heeled boots. You can obviously see that she's inspired by Roman, like the cosplay that created Neo was, but it has her own twist to it.

That being said, the only thing I don't like is just the beads. They add something to her exposed neck, but I think a neck scarf like her later outfit has would work just as well. Make it pistachio green as a lil' nod to the fact that Neapolitan originally had pistachio in it.

Ugly. Disgusting. Bleh.

Starting off with the positives as we usually do, the bowler hat that Roman used to wear actually looks cute on Neo, and it really is because their fashion and designs took cues from each other. And just like I mentioned above, the beads she once wore was replaced with the neck scarf, and it really does fit better on top of being another reference to the one person Neo cared about.

Now, sticking to the neck scarf, and with a colouring issue with this beyond the overuse of brown; the grey really does not work with Neo's colour palette. The metal parts are supposed to be more silver, but the fact that there's no shading and it looks straight up grey, it really does clash with Neo's soft colours of white, pink and brown.

The reason the grey scarf worked on Roman is because his colour scheme was harsher and had more contrast. The dull grey didn't take away from the red and black he wore, or the bright orange of his hair. It does with Neo. She still has the green eyeshadow, you can add that to the scarf and carry it down a bit more while fitting more in with her colour scheme.

Now, the outfit itself is so inappropriate, not only for Neo's fighting style, but for the fact that she's wearing this in Atlas.

The exposed shoulders and upper chest, with the exposed stomach, AND the exposed ankles in her pants, it all looks like it would do a horrible job in keeping her warm and protected, and just doesn't look good? The jacket looks horrible to wear, I have no idea how her separated sleeves stay up with nothing connecting them, and the segment of skin showing between her pants and boots just look so bad.

Why not just keep her in long boots? We're obviously not going for complete realism, and at least the boots she used to wear look warmer than the ankle boots she has now.

Not only that, but the brown sleeves and mostly brown jacket now don't work with the fact that Neo has her hair down, which looks way thicker than before, and the arms end up blending in with her giant mound of hair.

The dark colour is boring to look at, and she's lost a lot of her bright pink both because there's less of it used, but because the outline in grey makes the colour look more dull next to it. The pink on the inside of her coat would contrast the darker brown more than the white, but the legs and coat curling in more covers it to the point where you can barely see the pink.

I hate it. Scrap this entire outfit except for the neck scarf idea and start again from square one.

#rwby #rwde #outfit critiques #neopolitan #answered #luke.txt

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lbd

After a fight with Loki, you wear the smallest dress you can to an Avengers press event...

(smut smut smut)

The party was awful.

Stark’s press events often were. It was interesting, how the media had changed over the past eight years. In 2012, you and the rest of the Avengers would only be seen on news stations. Now, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to for your names to be in tabloids next to celebrities like Taylor Swift or Noah Centineo. The team wasn’t just heroes anymore, you were public figures as well.

Hence the formal attire, the flashing cameras, the expensive wine. These events only happened about once a year- they were manageable. Just a pain. Besides, you always had Loki to endure them with.

Except, not tonight. And so, the party was awful, not just boring.

The argument you had with Loki last night carried over into today, and when you were asking him about the event, he gave you no answer. Never in a million years did you think he would ignore during this. The press, the world, had never really forgiven him for New York. He was hated by the general public. It didn’t help it was a well-known fact he was with you: you, the youngest Avenger. You, who had been America’s golden girl until Loki corrupted you.

That was what everyone liked to say. Really, you just got older. And cynical. You couldn’t fight the worst of the worst throughout the universe and remain idealistic.

You and Loki had to stick together for public appearances. The reporters tore you to shreds if you didn’t. And besides that... You didn’t like not being around the god. It was so much better to face things with him. You were together. Even when things were tense, the two of you could always lean on each other. That was the nature of your relationship.

And yet, here you were, halfway through your third glass of champagne, giving Steve a half-hearted smile as he spoke. Every so often, your eyes scanned the large hall, eventually falling on Loki. He avoided your gaze each time.

You wanted to be angry, or bitter. That’s what you felt earlier today when he wouldn’t speak to you. Loki wordlessly dressed in his suit, looked you up and down in your floor length dress, and left your shared room. In a fit of rage, you had dug through your closet for something that would anger him. No, not anger. That wasn’t the right word.

Entice him. Make him protective. Despite your life with him, you were still seen as the innocent Avenger. The normal girl who stumbled into justice. You never wore short or form fitting clothes anywhere there would be cameras. You were modest. That was the role you were pidgeonholed into. Social media, combined with constant interest and exposure, ensured that. In 2020, half of being an Avenger was perception. Every team member was an archetype. Every team member adhered to that. Outwardly, at least.

So when nothing in your closet would accomplish what you wanted, you raided Natasha’s. She helped you pick out something no one would expect you to wear: A silky black body con dress. When you tried it on, it barely came halfway down your thighs. There was little left to the imagination, considering its length and low neckline.

You paired it with heels, and painted your nails Loki’s shade of green. Natasha gathered your hair into a messy bun, leaving your neck exposed. Even Wanda joined in, brushing sparkles over your collarbone. You looked unlike you ever had before.

Honestly, you looked like Natasha did on a daily basis. That brought you some amount of comfort, knowing you wouldn’t be sticking out. But it went without saying you didn’t look like yourself, and no one had ever seen you like this. The press would have a field day.

But it wasn’t them you cared about. The only person you were thinking about was Loki.

And he didn’t even do a double take. When you first walked into the room, his eyes rested on you just a second. Then he turned away.

So you didn’t find yourself angry like you were just a few hours before this. When Loki ignored you, you only felt... Sad. Empty, almost. You had been upset with each other for less than a full day, but you missed him. If there was no animosity between you two, Loki’s hand would be on the small of your back right now, and he would be whispering into your ear. Sharing jokes about everyone at the party, wrapped up in each other.

You fought so little. It was something you weren’t used to.

“Hey.” Steve sticks an elbow into your ribs, pulling you from your thoughts. Next to him, Bucky wears a worried expression. “You okay?”

You sigh. Tipping your head back, you drain the rest of your drink and then nod.

“I’m fine, Steve.” he looks uncertain. “I mean it. I can last one night without him. Just because I’m in a relationship doesn’t mean I’m any less independent.”

“I believe that.” Steve agrees.

“You only believe her because that’s how you are.” Bucky grins at Steve, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from Captain America. Steve smiles, just barely, and holds Bucky’s hand in his own after the dark-haired man pulls back. Your eyes flicker away, but a genuine smile grows on your lips. You love to see your friends happy. They deserve it, your whole team does.

It’s moments like these, when Steve is focused on Bucky and you on Loki, you remember you and Steve used to date. It seems like a completely different time, but it wasn’t even ten years ago.

You were with Steve when Loki attacked New York.

“I’m going for a refill.” you state. Both men look uncertain. You pay it no mind. “Do either of you want anything?”

They shake their heads in response, so you make your way over to the bar. There’s no one there, not even the bartender, which bothers you at first. Then you realize it’s exactly what you need. Just a few minutes alone to clear your head. The bar is in same room as everyone else, so classical music and conversation are all around you. Still, you manage to find solace.

It’s quickly interrupted.

“Hello, darling.”

Loki.

His breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks. As soon as you’re aware of his presence, his smell envelops you. You shiver, noticing how close he must be to you.

You don’t turn around.

“Hi Loki.” you greet him back, eyes forward. You voice almost shakes, and you exhale, willing yourself to keep cool. Loki was always so calm and collected, something he used as a weapon. Clearly, even against you.

Loki hums, and his fingers softly begin to dance over your bare shoulder.

“You look different,” he states. “With those shoes, you almost reach my height. But darling, you have never looked so small.” Loki’s voice drops on that last word, and a wave of heat flashes through your body. You set your glass down on the counter next to you, worried whatever Loki does next will cause you to drop it.

“Funny.” you say. “I don’t feel small.” You know Loki, know what the word small is code for. “Or weak.”

Loki tuts, and his large hands slide from your shoulders to your hips. Your dress is so short that his pinkies lay on your bare skin.

“No, I suppose you don’t.” Loki leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he talks. You can’t help it, you tremble, your surroundings beginning to fade away as you focus on the god. “I bet you felt quite powerful, teasing me in this dress. Talking to Steve Rogers.” Suddenly, Loki pulls you into him, and you gasp. His length presses completely against your ass, and you are barely able to bite back a moan.

This is harder than you’ve ever felt him. Your breathing becomes hitched, but Loki’s strong grip keeps you glued to him. His fingers dig into your hips, and you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

“Did you think,” Loki rolls his hips against you, causing a mewl to escape your lips. “...that I would forget your past with Rogers? That it had just, slipped my mind that he is the only man you have ever laid with besides myself?” Loki’s lips connect with the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses there that are anything but gentle. “Or was that the point? To make me jealous?” Loki’s next words shake you the most. “Can you even count the amount of times I have been inside you?”

Just like that, his hands relax, and you begin to catch your breath.

“Smile.” Loki points, and you notice the groups of reporters making their way to you, cameras flashing. Loki pivots, turning both of you so you face the them. He drops one hand to his side, but the other snakes around your waist. It won’t be obvious in the photos, but his fingers are dangerously close to your heat, filling you to the brim with want.

Just as you manage to get yourself under control, the cameras begin flashing. You force a smile, and when you look at Loki, he’s staring straight ahead, expressionless.

You hated getting photos taken, knowing the headlines they would be paired with. But Loki hates it even more. You were always the victim in the media’s eyes, but Loki had never outgrown the villain. He worked so hard to be good, so hard to change. And for what? No one believed him, save for you and his brother.

Your heart grows heavy, and despite the fight, despite the teasing that left you melting in his arms, you want Loki to know you appreciate him.

You tug on the front of his suit jacket, capturing his attention. Loki looks down at you, confusion in his eyes. You reach forward, placing your hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down so his lips met yours.

It was filthy, the way he kissed you in front of the press. Loki once again pulled you to him, your chests pressed together. He laid his hand on your back, and thank god he did, because it kept you grounded. Your teeth clacked together more than once, and Loki gave you no opportunity to gather yourself before he sucked on your bottom lip. Your were eyes closed, but you still heard as the reporters went wild, cameras snapping as they each tried to get the juiciest shot.

Loki was the one who ended the kiss, tugging away from you. He took your hand in his, waving with the other. In the crowd, you could see Steve standing in shock, arm around Bucky’s waist. Stark was next to them, looking furious.

Loki makes eye contact with you before he briskly walks away, tugging you with him. You have no time to ask where it is he’s taking you before you somehow slip into the kitchen unnoticed.

The kitchen staff stops, and you realize what this must look like to them. Loki, with a hungry look in his eyes, and you, swollen lips and practically half-naked. Jesus, was this where you thought the night was going?

“Get out.” Loki addresses the staff. They share glances, unsure of whether to listen. Loki sighs. “We are two hours into a four hour party. No one ever comes for food, they just want to drink. You are no longer needed. Now, get,” Loki’s irises flash green. “...out.”

They listen then, rushing out of the doors and through the backroom that will lead them from the building. The locks on each door click shut, surely a result of Loki’s magic.

“You.” you squirm under the god’s harsh gaze. “Are a very. Stupid. Girl.” with each step Loki takes forward, you take one backwards, until your back is against the tiled wall. Your heart begins beating fast. You look to Loki’s pants, taking in the tent. Your heart rate accelerates even more.

He places his hands on the wall, one on either side of your face, trapping you with him. Wordlessly, Loki begins sucking on your collarbone, his lips moving down your breasts until they hit the neckline on your dress. Your eyes roll back, and you grip Loki’s hair tight. He rams his knee in between your thighs, and you cry out.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he rolls his hips, and now that you’re alone, you can feel and experience it to the fullest expense. Your mouth falls open as Loki presses his clothed length against your clothed sex, moaning and letting out a string of curses. “Look at me, darling.” You listen, obeying Loki as he removes his knee.

Loki makes full eye contact as he takes your left breast in his hands, kneading and massaging you as he gauges your reactions. You begin panting, and soon enough, Loki grabs the front of your dress with both hands and rips it, exposing your bare breasts.

You hiss at the sudden cold, but it doesn’t last long as Loki sucks on your nipple, running his calloused thumb other the other. Loki swirls his tongue, and you whimper, arching your back. As the sensation builds inside you, Loki takes a steps back, drinking in the sight of you.

“The media won’t soon forget this. Until now, the worst they had caught us doing was holding hands.” he growls. His lips are redder than usual, and his hair was messy because of your fingers in it. “I can imagine the scolding from Stark.”

“Who cares about Stark? You just ruined Natasha’s dress.” you say, your voice strained. His absence is noticeable, and your body aches for Loki’s touch. He raises an eyebrow.

“Sweet girl, whose fault is that? None of this would ever have happened if you simply dressed appropriately.” the hair on your arms stands up. Loki hums. “I think you should make it up to me. You got us into this mess, did you not?” Loki smirks.

The feeling in your stomach builds up again, lust taking over you. You take off you heels, and sink to your knees. Loki’s pupils dilate as you move closer to him.

You unbuckle his belt, sliding it off and discarding it on the floor next to you. Slowly, you unbutton Loki’s dress pants, your fingers catching on the tip of his underwear as you do.

You want to draw this out, to tease Loki as he teased you. But when you see his hard length, and the damp spot on the cloth holding it, you can’t bring yourself to. Loki is a god, much stronger and faster than you. When you turn to dust, Loki will be as young and full of life as he is now.

But his needs are the same as any other man’s. You’re determined to fulfill them.

You brush your mouth over him, causing Loki’s eyes to close momentarily. When they do, you waste no time exposing him. Loki fingers run through your hair immediately, grasping tightly. You can hear his breathing become just a bit irregular.

You keep your eyes on Loki’s as you lick him, from shaft to head. You lap at the precum there, then slowly take him into your mouth.

Loki lets out a sigh, his lips parting, and you rub circles onto his hipbones with your thumbs. You bring your arms against your chest, pushing your bare breasts up to make them appear bigger. You want to give Loki the best view possible.

It must have worked, because Loki’s hips buck forward. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you almost gag. Instead, you moan around him. setting a slow pace. Every so often, you flick your tongue across his head, and Loki tugs on your hair when you do.

Loki quivers, and he’s thrown his head back now. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth open, and he looks so pleased. Pride washes over you at the thought of you making him feel this way.

You bring your hand up, taking the parts of Loki that your mouth just can’t reach. With the added freedom, you circle his tip, switching up the pressure and surrounding him with your warmth. Carefully, you cup his balls, making sure every part of him is paid attention to.

Loki groaned as you fucked him with your mouth, cheeks hallowed. He begins panting, holding your head even tighter. His shirt has ridden up over his navel, and the sight nearly drives you crazy.

“I’m going to-” you don’t let him finish, picking up the pace until Loki jerks forward, spilling his seed with a curse.

There’s so much, some dribbles out the corners of your mouth before you can swallow it all. Your chests warms at the idea of part of Loki being inside you. You’ve barely leaned back to catch your breath before he’s pulled you up and into a kiss, groaning as he tastes himself on you. Your body becomes slack, relying entirely on Loki’s for support.

“You’re insatiable.” he says into your mouth. He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Loki carries you to a nearby counter and sets you atop it.

Your dress is hiked up to your hips now, leaving you covered in just a g-string. As Loki begins to take it off, you stop him.

“Wait.” you say. He stops, giving you a surprisingly soft look. “I just...” you splay your hands across Loki’s strong chest. “I want to see you too.” your voice is quiet.

Loki places his hands over yours as you unbutton his shirt. You slide it down his shoulders, then trace his collarbones and curve of his abs. Under the fluorescent lights of the kitchen, Loki looks even more pale than usual, the sharp contours of his body illuminated and exposed.

You never grow bored of the sight of him.

Now fittingly bare, Loki’s fingers travel up your thigh and stop at your sex. Similar to you, his gives you a few strokes over your thong before he rids you of it in one fluid motion. He angles himself to you, his tip teasing your entrance as he smirks at your noises.

He enters you all at once. You bite down on his shoulder, nails raking down his back. You hold tight to Loki as he sinks into you, moving in a slow and almost tantalizing way. There’s sweat on both of your bodies, and despite your exposed state, you feel yourself heat up.

Loki’s rhythm increases as you adjust to him. His hips move back and forth, and your bodies move in tandem, made for each other. You coo into Loki’s ears, moaning about how good he felt. How breathless he made you, how only he knew how to make you feel this way. No one knew your body like Loki.

The coil inside you finally snaps as Loki hits a pleasure spot deep inside you, and you let out a cry into his shoulder. Loki cums not long after, his body going tense as he rides out the wave of pleasure.

He holds you, rubbing your back as the aftershock rocks through your body. You shake, exhausted and satisfied as you close your eyes for a moment of rest.

Eventually, Loki sets you back down on the floor. He tugs your dress down over your legs, and tucks stray pieces of hair behind your ears. You watch him wordlessly, allowing him to take of you.

After Loki is dressed himself, he gives you the jacket of his suit to wear.

“Oh.” you look down, remembering he ripped your dress. You slip the jacket on, buttoning it to protect the little modesty you have left.

He takes your hand, leading you to the door and back into the party. Before he does, you stop.

“I’m sorry about our fight.” you say. Loki lets out a chuckle, making you feel silly.

“Oh, sweet girl. After a tryst like this, I can assure you all is forgiven.”

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screeching-0wl · 2 years

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This might be a silly/funny question, ignore it if you like lol

Recently I started to worship Ares, and been gathering things for his altar. I asked him what color he would like for his candles using my tarot deck, and I received all green cards twice 😅 it was indeed a suprised since I expected something among the red, black or gold, so I asked him why. He seemed to shrug and answered in a cute dad voice that "I'm just tired of red." (The card itself is red with many green in the middle of it)

By no means I think the typical colors people associate him with are invalid, I just find this hella interesting. So I wonder if you know from any sources that the green color is associated with Ares 🤔 otherwise have a great day, I love your blog! ✨

Lmao, this is awesome! 🤣 I mean, I kinda get you! Sometimes Ares requests "unusual" offerings, so just things that might not be the first to come to your mind when thinking of offering something to a god of war or whatever and when I ask "why?" he just responds with "why not, though?" 🤷‍♂️ It can be about the most random things! 🥴

But anyway, I can't think of nor find any ancient sources that would directly link Ares to the colour green. However, I suppose I could think of some possible UPGs (at least IMO).

So, first off, the Ancient Greeks had a very interesting way of speaking about colours. They were quite descriptive, take the famous "wine-faced/wine-dark sea" for example, right? Yes, they could still see the colour blue. It's unlikely that the colour palette their eyes were capable of seeing was drastically different from the one of modern people. It's more of a difference in language and culture.

The colour green was sometimes grouped together with blue. The words that could be used to describe them more literally were:

κῠᾰνεος [kyáneos]- usually translated as a darker shade of blue or perhaps cyan but could also generally mean something dark. The word was even used to describe Zeus' eyebrows!

γλαυκός [glaukós] - could be translated as "gleaming" but later it could've also been used to describe blueish green, light blue or grey.

χλωρός [chlōrós] - it could mean something like light green or even yellow but was also used to describe something pale, blooming, fresh or unripe. It was commonly used in the context of food. But this word could as well mean something like "vigorous" or "in one's prime".

How could one connect green to Ares UPG-wise? Well, it's true that it's not really considered "his colour", so might seem odd and out of the usual but some of my ideas here would be the association of seafoam green or cyan with Aphrodite, his lover or this greenish colour a piece of bronze ancient greek armour might turn with time. I can see a small similarity to the third word since Ares also has an epithet [Aphneios] meaning "abundant" or "the giver of food/plenty" and he's a god of war after all, right? A good soldier would be expected to exhibit plenty of vigour! The colour green in general could be associated with prosperity/abundance and good health/strength.

Another little fact I could add is how in ancient texts armour was said to have been decorated with a dark-blue enamel, e.g. Agammemnon's breastplate (Homer) and Herakles' shield (Hesiod).

I don't know if this will be helpful in any way but if green works for the both of you then... I guess, why not? 😂

#asks #ares #ares deity #ares devotee #aresdeity #helpol #hellenic polytheist #hellenic polytheism #hellenic gods #hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #deity work

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bunnie-the-lighthouse · 3 years

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𝒲𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝒹~

Pairing: ATEEZ Park Seong-Hwa, ATEEZ Choi San & Reader

Warnings: It’s Suggestive, My Friend. Be Careful. (It’s Kind of Long Too)

Inspiration: Not Gonna Lie, I Don’t Know.

Basic Idea: You Are In A Polyamorous Relationship With San And Seong-Hwa, Your Guardian Angels. But... They Hide A Deep Secret.

Type: Fluff & Suggestive

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On your way back home you were humming a song, enjoying the tune as it was finally Friday. You were hoping to just get home and cuddle with your favorite boys -- your guardian angels, Seong-Hwa and San.

You opened the door and saw Seong-Hwa organizing the dinner table while San was nowhere to be seen. Smiling at the sight, you once again feel comfortable and recharged after entering your house. “I’m home~” you chirped as Seong-Hwa looked up at you. “Oh! Hi baby,” he smiled as you smiled back.

“Where’s San?” you asked as Seong-Hwa brought out the last plate of steak. “He’s playing online with Yun-Ho,” the raven haired angel smiled at you, “Come on, go change to more comfortable clothes and tell Sannie that we have to eat dinner,” he ushered as you nodded and went off to the shared bedroom.

Opening the bedroom door, you saw San being focused on the game. You quickly gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, catching him off guard. “Oh, _____-ie!” he squealed while giving you a smile. “Hwa finished cooking dinner, let’s go eat, okay?” you asked as he nodded.

You then changed to more comfortable clothes, San saying goodbye to Yun-Ho as he then hugged you from behind. “How was work today?” he asked as you chuckled, “Slightly annoying, but now I feel better,” you responded. Turning around, you hugged him back, laying your head on his chest.

Eating dinner was the same as always, you guys shared how your day was and everything was rather chill. Something that did catch your attention was Seong-Hwa’s eyes.

They would normally shift color from black to a light blue that resembled the sky. This would normally occur when he felt a strong emotion from you, and when you were recounting your story of how your boss yelled at you, you did feel quite frustrated.

However, this time… His eyes didn’t resemble the sky. They blinked a dark turquoise that you’ve never seen before. It caught you off guard, but you didn’t expect the turquoise to be enchanting -- it was mysterious, deep, and full of… Desire?... You weren’t sure yourself.

You decided to let it slide, and soon after dinner you guys huddled up on the couch to watch a movie. “Hyung, should we watch Fifty Shades of Grey?” San asked as the question caught you off guard, “What? Aren’t you guys not supposed to watch those types of things?” you asked, knowing that the movie was quite graphic from reviews -- you yourself never watched it, you just read reviews.

“I’m sure nothing bad will happen,” Seong-Hwa replied as you still felt concerned. Midway through the movie, you of course felt slightly heated -- however you were sort of worried over the toxicity of that relationship, and mainly, the fact that San and Seong-Hwa shouldn’t be watching this because they are angels… Guardian Angels, to make things worst.

As you leaned your head on San’s shoulder, you felt his hand lay on your thigh, which intrigued you. He was a bit playful, but not to this level. You felt a bit more heated, a wave of desire washing over you. And as you calmed down the strong emotion, you glanced and saw how his once emerald green eyes shone a dark forest green.

Something was definitely wrong. And you couldn’t help but feel excited.

“I see that our little baby has noticed something,” Seong-Hwa suddenly spoke, making you whip your head to look at him. “Huh?” you question as you feel fear creep into your system. Seong-Hwa’s eyes shone the same dark turquoise, and rather than returning to his black marbles…

They stayed in the unusual blue.

“Hwa?” you squeaked out as he smirks, you then felt San kiss your neck from behind, his soft hair tickling you slightly. “Sannie?” you asked but quickly got shut up by Seong-Hwa’s harsh kiss. You whimper at the force, closing your eyes.

Seong-Hwa kissed you hungrily as you couldn’t help but also feel aroused by San’s soft kitten licks on your neck. "It took you some time, _____-ie," San purred out against your neck as you were still confused over what the two angels meant.

You then opened your eyes and saw how Seong-Hwa didn't have two white feathery wings behind him. His halo was also missing… Instead, he had wings resembling those of a black dragon. That is also when you felt

Two sharp teeth graze over your sensitive neck.

"Oh babygirl.. We weren't your Guardian Angels.. In the crooked world that we live in, the only things that exist are those who are evil and those who are neutral. Creatures like us.. Incubus, if you may, were supposed to come here..”

“And ruin you,” San whispered in your ear.

“Though, we disobeyed the rules, and fell for a mortal.. We fell for you, _____,” Seong-Hwa confessed as San trailed kisses from your shoulder to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot softly as Seong-Hwa cupped your cheeks.

San pulled away from your neck, looking down at the mark that he left. Seong-Hwa then rubbed your cheek with his thumbs, "We were supposed to ruin you while you slept, darling.. But you won our dark cold hearts with your peaceful and beautiful face. I felt your sorrow from your tear stained cheeks,"

"And I felt your desperation when you hugged your plushie as if it were the only object that kept you sane."

"We felt connected to you.. And we couldn't ruin you," Seong-Hwa ends as you couldn’t help but look away, freeing yourself from the older’s grasp. You stood up and left to the bedroom, overwhelmed from their sudden reveal.

On the bed you sighed, hiding yourself under the blankets. You heard and felt someone shuffling to lay down next to you, someone else then laid on your other side. “Baby girl?” Seong-Hwa asked as you peaked your head out of the blankets, you were pouting, catching the two incubi off guard as they expected you to be mad.

“I hate you two.. For lying to me.. But I also love you two.. For being next to me and keeping me happy,” you confessed, as if opening the gates, allowing the two to enter your heart. You were about to wrap your arms around Seong-Hwa’s neck, but he stopped you by pinning both of your hands above your head.

“Then.. Should San and I.. Show you a whole new world?” he asked, smirking softly while purring out in ecstasy and love. You couldn’t help but feel enchanted by his dark turquoise pearls -- nodding at his statement.

San then chuckled and used his index finger to guide your view towards him, making you peer into his forest green marbles.While he crashed his lips onto yours, Seong-Hwa took the time to start kissing your neck, creating another mark near your sweet spot, to complement San’s mark.

You moaned in the kiss, feeling more heated as San’s hands trailed down and creeped underneath your shirt, massaging your tummy softly -- the friction making you ticklish. As you squirmed slightly, San and Seong-Hwa pulled away. San looking down and imagining your pleasured face as Seong-Hwa blew on the mark, causing you to exhale shakily.

San then laughed, a bit sinisterly, turning you on even more as he unbuttons his dress shirt with one hand, the other moving his hair back. Seong-Hwa also started unbuttoning his shirt, making you feel flustered -- watching two extremely hot incubi undress.

“Oh, by the way, baby girl.. Before we ruin you, remember that we are incubi, so we are more freaky~”

“We’ll give you an experience that you won’t be able to live if you date a human. Us incubi are especially proud of our skills,”

“We’ll make you squirm from the pleasure,”

“We’ll make you scream our name,”

“We’ll make you wish for more”

… “Are you ready?” …

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hello hello! Bunnie here~

Sorry I’ve been MIA, had to focus lots on school since it’s the last quarter and I was trying to exempt all of my classes to leave school earlier :D

Thankfully, I am officially done with my sophomore year! Yaay! *Claps*

However, one sad thing is that my summer is gonna be hectic =_= so I may not be able to push out as much stuff as I’d like -- I have a summer assignment for AP Language and I’m attending an online Summer Program.

However, I will try to type some stuff beforehand so that I still have content.

Anyway, I present to you -- “Guardian Angels” Sannie and Ddeonghwa! :D

Did you like this concept? I did tone down the suggestive since I felt like I crossed the line a few times in the other ones. (Side Note: I did the GIFs myself, which is why the quality is kinda bad T_T)

Please tell me if you liked this! And please! Do send me a message if you have any requests! My inbox is open!

Have fun with your imagination, y’all!

Thanks for the patience and support! I’ll catch y’all next time!

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neovisioned · 4 years

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♡ꜜ out of my league﹫mark lee

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

pairing : mark x reader (f)

genre : tiny angst, fluff, smut with some plot, bestfriend!mark, college!au, best friends to lovers.

warnings : weed, making out, fingering, unprotected sex, praising.

word count : +4k

synopsis : your best friend Mark Lee tells you all the things he believed, you were always out of his league.

Mark Lee has been in love with the same person for as long as he could remember. It's something he took some time to understand, days to wrap his head around.

Where do you draw the line between deep friendship, platonic love between friends and a connection running deeper, a love that seeks more than the label "friends" ?

Laying on your bed, his right hand throws a tennis ball in the air, easily catching it while his left hand hold the rolled up paper between two fingers.

It's a shame, the smoke he's blowing out of his lungs is probably sticking to your bed sheets, ones he noticed you washed the moment he dropped his body on your bed.

Soft rose fragrance, traces of an exotic fruit he can not pin point, though Mark is sure he could recognise the perfume of your detergent between thousands of others.

Heavy sigh, smoke escaping his lips like a dragon dissolving in the air, heavy eyelids closing in front of his brown irises. He really should stop smoking, Mark thinks. It's a black hole in his wallet, it is not that good for his health and fuck, does it makes his mind wonder.

Correction, Mark should stop smoking around you. Because, whenever he does, his mind might search in the deepest, darkest folds of his brain for a new topic, he'll always, forever, come back to you.

Mark Lee has been in love with you for as long as he can remember.

It's something he's been aware of for some years now. It's crazy how he can pinpoint the moment his mind clicked, the moment he put two and two together. He can still visualise the moment his heart went from a friendship he'd die for to a love he'd die for, one so strong he, himself, was dumbfounded by his years long blindness.

It happened right before prom, second to last year of high school. Mark Lee remembers when you stepped out of your father's car (he doesn't trust any other boy but Mark, he insisted on driving you to your school's dance).

Pretty deep blue dress, it's his favourite colour on his favourite person. You did not do anything special to your hair, only added a bit more makeup. Though, it's not your appearance that made everything click, you've always been pretty, it wasn't the first time your friend noticed.

Rather, it's when your date shows up. It's when one of the school's popular kid shows up and makes you dance that he understands. He wants it to be him so bad. He wants to make you twirl, he wants to make you laugh.

Mark understands it isn't just him being mad that you're not answering your phone, it's love. Jealousy, green monster eating away at his heart when he wonders if you're still with him, it's a hand tightly wrapping around the muscle when he wonders if you're going to fall into someone else's arms.

Mark remembers it, it was five years ago. Late summer night where he stayed on his phone for too long, love sick kid scrolling through pictures and pictures of his prom waiting for a text from his best friend.

He didn't say anything, maybe Mark was a bit of a coward, and you were out of his league.

“Mark ?”

From all the things you best friend loves about you, if he had to pick, it'd be the way you say his name. No matter the intonation, no matter the context, the men loves the way it sounds coming out of your lips.

He thinks he won't ever get enough of it, it's intoxicating, makes him think he has the prettiest name after your own.

Eyelids slowly open, tired smile stretching his lips. You're steading in front of your bed, freshly showered, hand turning your small projector on.

“Hm ?”, he doesn't bother answering with words, humming softly. His head turns to the side, following your movements around the bedroom he knows like the back of his hand.

“This one or...That one ?”, you ask, playing with your remote to show your best friend two animation movies you both saw too many times.

“First one.” You've noticed over time, his voice always gets deeper when he smokes, brown eyes always get a shade darker.

“Alright, baby chose.”

Ah, correction. If there's one thing that Mark loves, it's the pet names you give him. So natural, honey filled, he wished you meant them.

Baby, babe, darling. He loves it all, he wants it all, he wants you all.

Unaware of his thoughts, you finally crawl up next to him, the shirt you're wearing as your pyjamas riding up, Mark takes another hit at that.

Familiar sound of Netflix resonates in your room as you take yet another remote and turn your lights off, before gesturing towards your friend. You're not an avide smoker but, you infale the smoke a few times before giving the rolled up paper back to the brunette.

Mark knows what's about to happen, whenever your movie night has a bit of green, the movie gets long lost behind while you two would rather speak about anything and everything. After years of friendship, you'd think you two would've took and turned every subject under the pale moon but, Mark definitely did not expect this.

Hands free, he crushes the cigarette on the special painted bowl you have for him, Mark also loves the way you have some things for him on your house as if he lives with you.

Your right hand is quick to find his left hand, an old habit your have. Your fingers stretch against his own, comparing sizes like kids flirting, swinging your hands from left to right. Your arm easily gets tired by holding your hand up in the air like this, but the warmth of Mark's hand and the way his fingertips rough by his guitar strings brush against your palm every now and then feels like home.

“How do you know when you're in love ?”, your voice's soft, mindlessly humming to the song in the animation movie Mark chose. Is that the topic you decided to bring up...? Mark's hand stays still for a moment, following your own hand's movement as he thinks for a while.

“Don't give me that “You just know” bullshit.”, you mumble when he stays quiet for a bit too long.

“But I think you do, just know. I think it's different for everyone.”, he starts, speech slightly altered by the green herb intoxicating his mind.

“How is it... For you ?”, you ask. See, you know Mark had some crushes here and there, but you don't think he has ever been in love or, at least, he never told you.

“It's... Loving the way they say your name, wanting to be with them as much as possible. It's... Craving to be as close as possible.” and unconsciously, his fingers wrap around yours.

“It's finding happiness in their joy, sharing their sadness. It's small things like memorising the perfume they wear and what food they dislike.”

The brunette stays quiet for a moment, heavy eyes look upon your locked hands in the darkness, chest light, mind foggy.

“It's them feeling like home.”, he finally says.

Mark smiles to himself, you do feel like home, you make everything feel like home. From the way you have a pillow and the way you keep a toothbrush for him, to the way you always feel so warm and safe.

Thankfully for you, the lack of light hides the small blush creeping on your cheeks.

Mark doesn't know, you've been in love with him for years, though you've been aware for a bit longer. His confession takes your breathe away with a heavy sigh, you squeeze his hand.

“I was in love with you.”

Was, you take the safe route as the words fly out of your mouth before you can even understand. Even if he's shocked, you can play the past card.

“I was in love with you too.”, silence doesn't last long as Mark let's out as well, eyes on the movie even though he isn't paying any attention : his favourite line just played and he didn't even let a giggle out.

The words make your ears ring, skin burn red, heart beat against your ribcage. He was too...? He was. He isn't anymore.

“Why didn't you tell me ?”, you breath out, turning to the side. You use an elbow to support your body, you dare look at your best friend's face.

It's crazy how he still have the still has the same baby face you've always known, the same pretty eyes and the same smile, his jaw got sharper with years and voice deeper and yet, he's still the same. He's home.

Mark, him, doesn't dare look at you for a second. Before he does, soft eyes looking directly into yours. Why didn't he tell you ? He knows why, he has a list of reasons why and another list of reasons why he should've told you he'd rather not think about right in this moment.

“You're out of my league.”, he breathes out. You can read your best friend like a book, you know he is not joking when he tells you so. And yet, you can't wrap your head around the idea.

“I— What, no !”, you're almost whispering and screaming at him at the same time, getting up to sit on your knees. He was out of your league, he has always been, you never—.

“You were—. You are out of mine.”, you tell him, almost dumbfounded. For a split second, it feels like someone's finally giving you the dream you've always wanted and, the moment it touches your hands, it slips through your fingers.

Can you be nostalgic of something you've never even experienced ? And yet, your mind grabs onto a single thing. Present tense, you're still out of his league, he still thinks so.

In his semi-high state, the brunette chuckles out, as dumbfounded.

You wonder if there are feelings still unknown to humans because this, the pull you're feeling at the strings of your heart and the lump in your throat combined to the angering heat taking over your body aren't emotions you're used to feeling at the same time.

“Hey, what's wrong ?”, your best friend asks, an arm wrapping around your neck to pull you closer. You're sure it's supposed to be for hug, one you'd happily accept if you weren't in this very situation. Both forearms stop your body from colliding against his, Mark frowns.

In another situation, he'd be able to read you like an open book and, maybe he's thankful he isn't completely sober right now. If he wasn't slightly high, he'd be as red.

“Are you...Are you still in love with me ?”, you ask. It's almost a whisper, one Mark is sure he would've caught if it wasn't for the almost silent scene going on in the long forgotten movie.

Is he still in love with you ? Yes. His mind screams a loud, obnoxious yes. His body screams another loud and obnoxious yes and yet. Yet, Mark stays silent for what feels like minutes. He knows he is, he's sure of it, he doesn't know if he should say it.

Yes, yes, yes.

“Yeah.”

To be in love with your best friend, to confess your love after years, decades, even.

Such a simple word and yet, it hangs in the air, you can almost make it out in the slight darkness of the room. When Mark has the ability to put words on how he feels, you can't put anything on what goes on in your brain and body when he says the simple truth. You think your heart might fall out right into your best friend's hand, if he did not already have it. Your mind twist the word again and again just to find a fault, a break, a rupture.

There isn't none, he's in love with you.

There's another few seconds where you stay silent. You decide actions speak louder than words. Where Mark pulled you into a hug, you pull him into a kiss you've been craving for years.

Carnal need sleeping deep in both your minds, it doesn't need much to be awakened, burning a fire louder than hell's. Your lips touch his. Its shy, hesitant but, when Mark's arm tighten around your neck, no words need to be spoken.

The sweet, innocent, childlike kiss turns desperate in matter of seconds. Your best friend pulls you closer, closer, closer. He catches your leg between his, pushes your chest against his to the point where you can feel his heart hammering.

Lips move in harmony, common rhythm is quickly found and, you whine the moment he pulls away.

“Tell me.”, he breathes out against your lips, it's a desperate plea for something he had been waiting to hear, something he thought he'd never hear. “Say it.”, it's demanding, greedy. You give in easily.

“I'm in love with you.”

There's a weight pulled out of your chest, you'd chant it again and again if you could. You'd scream in if you could, you'd breathe it against his skin.

The brunette pulls you into a bruising kiss, he pours his soul out, hand cupping the back of your neck.

If this is a dream, Mark is determined to not let it go. Using his body at his advantage, positions are reversed, the brunette quickly towards over you. You switched you could turn the light back on but, the colourful lights of the movie dance against his jawline and shine against his wet lips, you decide your best friend looks like a painter's muse.

“There hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about you.”, he breathes pretty words against your skin, taking his lips from your mouth to your jaw. It's loving, deep kisses, each to mean something.

“There hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about being more to you, wished we were more.”

More, more, more. You want more too, you need more too. You refuse to let go now.

“We can be, we can.”, it's frantic. You cup his face with your hands, bringing him closer. “Spent nights thinking about what we could be.”

It makes flowers bloom in his chest, he isn't able to take his lips away from your skin. The tip of his nose digs in your cheek, he inhales deeply. Oh, how he loves the soap you use.

“What did you see ?”, he asks, lips peppering kisses down your neck, hand gripping your shirt. You're quick to pull it up above your hips. First wanting to completely pull it off your body, it seems the brunette isn't patient enough.

His lips leave your neck to your tummy, butterfly kisses here and there until he stops to your panties.

“Us. Together. Living tog—.”

Your sentence's quickly cut off by your best friend, maybe a lot more now, pressing his tongue flat against the fabric of your panties.

If you weren't aware of how wet you were getting, you sure were now.

“Living together, yeah ?”, he asks, bringing his face closer to yours again right after disregarding his shirt somewhere. There's a few seconds where you pose, shamelessly taking in the men's figure.

Forehead against yours, his digits run along the line of your underwear. He's as nervous as you are, as shaken up as you are yet, you two have never been more certain of one thing that doesn't need to be said anymore.

Mark bites down on his lip, you almost hear tje mechanism in his head twisting and turning to find the right way to ask you.

You beat him at it anyways, nodding as your arms wrap around his neck.

There's one thing you'll never tell him, you spent night dreaming about a future and other were filled with thoughts of his fingers.

The guitar player had pretty hands, even prettier when they wrapped around the neck of his guitar or when he picked as some strings.

“'was too scared to tell you.”, he says and, you'd tell him you know. You know exactly how it feels, the fear of rejection by the one you've know you're entire life. You'd tell him it doesn't matter now that you now if you could.

His fingers stop you from articulating right, index and middle finger greedily collecting the wetness between your folds, the brunette doesn't wait much longer before pushing two digits in.

“I—Mark.”, there it is, a moan of his name that intoxicates Mark more than any other drug. Pupils grow wide, ears greedy to hear more. It's him, him managing to make you moan so softly in the dead of the night, him that has you wrapped around his finger.

“Fuck, say my name again.”, it's another desperate plea, say his name again so he knows it isn't a vivid dream he's going to wake up from, say his name until it's the only thing rolling out of your tongue.

You easily oblige when he starts moving his fingers, slowly yet, in a way that quickly had you gasping for air.

There's nothing rough in his actions, expect from the way his teeth gaze at the skin of your neck before softly biting down just to sooth to spot with his tongue afterwards.

It's agonising, like he wants to make sure he maps out your body to remember it perfectly after tonight. His fingers curl and drag against your walls, he remembers how and where.

His free hand creeps under your raised shirt, quickly finding your chest as his mouth finds your again.

There, he catches every sweet sound you make like he doesn't want any body else to hear them, tongue tastes yours as they lazily battle.

“Shit, baby. Just like that, god.”, when you think Mark couldn't get any better, his fingertips brush against a spot that has your hips raising up, slowly rocking against his hand.

“Right there ?”, you nod frantically as he does it again and again, lazily fingering you whilst he lets your hips grind against his digits.

“So fucking pretty.”, it's a murmur once he detaches his lips from your own, wet and red by the exchange.

It's not the first time Mark calls you pretty but at this very moment, it's different.

His wrist twist the right way just as he's about to pick the pace up and the familiar feeling grows alongside the flower blooming in your chest as Mark whisperes sweet nothings into your ear.

He can feel it, the way your walls clench around his fingers, it has his cock throbbing in his sweats. Carnal desire to feel you wrapped around him as his fingers speed up until you come undone around them.

It's a mess of his name and profanities you hope your neighbours aren't hearing.

“Want more, want you.”, you babble once you come down from your high, sweat collecting around your hairline, chest irregularly raising up and down.

When Mark seems to take too long to process your words, you take matters into your own hand.

A moment, Mark struggles to find his words and the other, his back hits the bed with a soft gasp.

He's quick to raise with his elbows, almost having whiplash when you sit down on his lap after taking off your ruined and soaked panties.

“Let me help you with that.”, there's a slight shyness in your voice Mark decides he'd die for when your clumsily work on the strings of his grey sweats.

Unspoken words, soft silence when you look into his eyes and help him push the fabric down his thighs. The air is thick, your heart beats harder and harder, your chest swells when Mark pulls you closer by your hips.

“I've been in love with you.”, he starts as you raise, lining your core with his hard member, one your eyes lingered on before he opened his mouth. There's a pause, your lips part as to say something when you slowly sit down, but no sound comes from your mouth when Mark's leaking head pushes inside.

“For so— so fucking long.”, he uses the last bits of air in his lungs to let it out, voice cracking when you sit inch by inch.

You wonder how you went so long without telling him, telling him you love him feels too good to take it back or ever again. There's a slight part of you wondering where you'd be right now if you told him sooner but you're quick to push it away.

Both hands cup his face as you bring him closer for a kiss as you fully settle on his lap, though the exchange doesn't last long. There's a beautiful groan coming from the men in front of you just as you moan out from the sensitivity, the fulness.

Mark's red lips fall open the moment you start moving up and down on him, eyes rolling back the slightest bit like he forces himself to look at you as you ride him. But, when his groans turn into moans, the brunette hides his face in the crook of your neck, arms tightly wrapping around your waist.

You don't think your can be any closer, chest against chest, your mouth to his ear as he mumbles about how you were made for him.

Up and down, up and down, your legs start burning but you keep moving on top.

“Fuck, I love you.”, it slips out when his hips meet yours halfway, not that you can say it, you swear you won't stop doing it at any given occasion.

Mark answers my sucking on your neck, probably drawing blood as he more boldly snaps his hips against yours.

You find the same desperation as when he was kissing you, carnal need wanting to be met, he fucks into you just like he means it, switching between deep and slow to fast and short snaps.

For the second time, you feel it tighten, knot threatening to burst at any moment. If you aren't moaning, your mouth hands silently open and thankfully, Mark can tell you're getting close by the way you're clenching around him.

“You're doing so good, so so good for me.”, voice almost unrecognisable, the way you can feel every vein and the way he pulse tells you he's as close, if not more.

“Come with me.”

After years of tuning your body to his voice, it follows the command almost immediately, there's a few seconds where the brunette snaps his hips, slowly, deeply, right before letting a draw out moan against your neck.

It's the last thing you hear, the way he moans you name breathlessly against your skin before you follow right behind, coming right around him like he hoped so.

Moans and body against body sound abruptly stop for heavy breathing and soft whines, you blink a few times, forehead against Mark's baked shoulder.

He smells like the apple shampoo he almost wears, he feels like home when his arms tightly wrap around your body and rock from side to side, almost lolling you to sleep. He feels safe, familiar, comfortable.

And, right before you fall deep into sleep, you hear him slightly chuckle at his second favourite movie line.

#neovisioned #mark lee #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #super m smut #nct fluff #nct aus #nct scenarios

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early20sfailingplenty · 3 years

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Killing me softly with his love // Bo x Lily // 🥺💞

Summary: Is a trap really a trap if the person inside it enjoys being there? Is a cage really a cage if the keys to get out are in the person’s hand, but they choose to stay knowing what they are choosing and what they will be leaving behind? Are you really lost if you’re right where you want to be? Is manipulation really manipulation if you’re aware that it’s happening and comply anyway? Does any of this really matter, if you’re happier than you’ve ever been because of these things? Who knows? Who cares? You don’t, and neither does Bo.

In other words, this is how @imbleedin-out meets Bo and how their relationship develops.💞 I WENT OFF!!!! I love you, Lily, and so does Bo!💖

I REALISE THE SUMMARY SOUNDS LIKE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BUT LILY AND I ARE HOPELESS ROMANTICS SO IT’S ALL MEANT TO BE DARK BECAUSE DUH IT’S BO BUT IT’S ALSO A GENUINE CONNECTION!!! PLEASE IT'S ALL SOFT AND LOVING!!!! LILY AND BO ARE IN LOVE AND THAT’S THAT!!😍🥰✨🌸💗

TW; Bo is his own warning, CANON COMPLIANT DARKNESS, see the above paragraph in block capitals, SMOKING (Bo, Lester), swearing, MENTIONS OF DEAD ANIMALS (canon compliant), descriptions of NAUSEA (due to aforementioned mentions of dead animals & the obvious smell issue; canon compliant), if you look closely you can see me THROW SHADE AT CARLY AND WADE FOR BEING SO FUCKING RUDE TO LESTER😡😡😡.

Word count: 5, 653.

Unlike most of the visitors to Ambrose, a ghost town hidden by many a washed out road bordered on either side with thick rows of trees which tapered off from a forest which was difficult to navigate even in the day, you hadn’t ended up there due to a broken down car thanks to a conveniently snapped (deliberately and maliciously cut) fan-belt. You had been exploring the forest about fifteen miles away from Ambrose, enticed away from your initial area of exploration were you in the worst of ways by the foul smell which seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within the trees every time the wind blew with an especially strong gust. With your gag reflex rising, though you were used to unsavoury scents, you had finally found the source of the smell: a roadkill pit.

It... wasn’t the strangest thing you had ever encountered in a forest, but it was definitely up there amongst the most memorable ones, and not necessarily for the better. Keeping a pile of roadkill was not an efficient way of dealing with the situation, nor was it the most economically or environmentally friendly, but someone clearly went to a great deal of effort and work to make sure that the roads this far out from the interstate were kept clean and orderly. It was inefficient, but it was sweet in its own way, you supposed. You hoped that they were paid well for their efforts, but you doubted it. Nothing this side of the interstate was well cared for, and it wasn’t going to be long before you would be cursed with the best and the worst of it, though you were as yet blissfully unaware.

Still, you absolutely did not want to fall into the pit, so you stepped back until the sudden drop in the plush green beneath your feet was no longer implied by the deepening angle of the hill. You were curious, it was true, but you were not stupid. A fine line which many a person walked without truly knowing which side they were walking on. Unfortunately for you, your curiosity only bred more of the same, and now you wanted to find out who had created this pit. You weren’t sure why you were curious, but you had always loved to pick things apart to discover the underpinnings of people’s behaviours, and so you decided to literally wait it out. You found where the hill turned off onto the corner which came around to the front of the roadkill pit, and followed the desire trail down, down, until you were on the sandy road.

The area quickly became creepy, for you so hated to be alone, but just when you were at the point where you were ready to head back, your skin crawling, you heard the quiet rumble of an engine, accompanied with metal clanking and dust flying up along either side of the tyres as a battered pickup trick which had definitely seen better days came down the country road. You spotted a few... somethings in the bed of the truck and stood up with a sick sense of anticipation as the driver slammed on the breaks. Everything jolted but it didn’t seem to deter the driver, who got out seconds after cutting the engine. He threw a cigarette to the ground as he slammed the door shut behind him, his jaw and eyes set as he grabbed what was left of... something (you didn’t want to look too closely, though you had seen many a dead animal in your time) out of the bed of his truck and threw it onto the pit. He didn’t even grimace under the weight; he slung it easily with strong hands which were stained a rusty tinge. Was it blood? New dirt? Both? You knew not, but once again were you overcome with curiosity. The more you discovered, the more you wanted to know. Isn’t it ironic, how life has its own way of helping you out? In time, you would come to see how much, pushing was it for you to meet the one you never knew you needed, until the precise moment you did.

But you didn’t know that yet.

Yet.

The first thing you noticed about him was that he wore high-waisted trousers, which fit him snugly. A knife was housed safely on one hip, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he clearly cleaned up the roads and took care of roadkill, you would feel wary of any nefarious intentions. It was a tool of the trade when you were blessed with the gift of context, and so you didn’t judge him. It was brave of him, being able to stomach putting a suffering being out of its misery. The second thing which you noticed about this stranger was that he was dirty. He was covered in mud and his clothes were disheveled, colours unmatched yet somehow did they work on him. On no one else would these colours, this outfit, look good, but this man looked comfortable and you wanted to know him. It was your inquisitive gaze which caught the man’s attention as he finally seemed to realise you were there.

“What are you doin’ ‘round here?”

“Just walking around,” Though no longer could you remember where you had explored, distracted had you been for a while. “I followed the smell and ended up here. This yours?” The harsh buzzing of flies and the stench were both overpowering but you were here now, and if the stranger before you could handle it, then you could learn to as well. Desensitisation started at exposure, and that included swallowing down yet another gag. Oh, but you would be smelling it for days.

“Yeah,” The stranger shrugged, walking across the pit to be able to join you at the bank. You tried not to listen to the squelching of decaying flesh, tried not to notice the stringy bits of... body which pulled up with every sure step of his boots. “I gotta’ keep the roads clean. S’not easy but it’s work.” You wondered again he was paid, but it was none of your business and you doubted it was much at all. He wasn’t dirty in his daily life, you could tell. He smelled only of the earth and little of body odour, despite the Louisianan heat. He was only filthy because of his work, and you wondered how many showers it took to wash off the scent of baked roadkill. Your money was on upwards of five, but less than twelve. In actuality, the answer was seven. But you never asked, and so Lester never told. He showered for hours every night even though he was used to the smell and no longer bothered by it because he wanted to be nice company for his elder brothers. “Where yer’ wanderin’ to? Ain’t much ‘round here since the interstate got put in ‘bout ten years ago.”

"I wasn’t really... goin’ anywhere. I got curious about the smell.”

“S’not so bad if ya’ get to ‘em ‘fore the sun bakes ‘em up.” The stranger looked one way and then the other, thinking about something. You wondered what he was doing, but then he said, “Yer' sorta' get used to it. There’s a town fifteen miles up t’road, yeah. Ambrose.” Oh, but he sounded so proud as he said the name of the town and you were instantly intrigued. “I can give you a ride, if you like, seein’ as you ain’t goin’ nowhere planned.”

There was something... off with how he phrased it, but you understood him well enough (or, you thought you did. You had no idea what you were in for) and you nodded, wanting to get out of the place which was most definitely starting to creep you out now. You had already been unnerved by the countryside, so it didn’t occur to you that your gut instinct was now almost going into overdrive with all the red flags it was sending your way. You wouldn’t notice them until you were in the thick of the danger, and by then of course would it be too late. It always was the case with the Sinclairs; they were always in control and none bested them. Those who dared didn’t win in Ambrose.

They died.

“What’s in Ambrose?” You followed the trail around until you were back on the road, joining the stranger next to his truck. Your curiosity was leading you towards your forever like a moth to a flame and you didn’t even know it. There was little for you where you had come from. For years had you been slowly withdrawing from your life, desperately wanting something more. Was Ambrose that something more? Oh, but you wanted to just disappear from the world and never be found again, to have your own little corner of heaven and all the other things which most humans held dear, without fear of being found or of having it taken away from you. It was why you had been exploring so much, recently. You were searching for something, someone... would you find yourself, if you kept looking? You knew not. But shadows disappeared in the light, and that was what you were looking for.

Light.

So why were you still looking in the proverbial dark? You had examined everything in your life and nothing had turned up even a shred of light, and this new place, this... Ambrose, sent a thrill up your spine. You wanted to see how far the light was capable of extending. Could you stand to see such a thing? All it would take was just one yes, just one step... just one chance taken on a total stranger. The only way through it was through.

“All sorts’a things,” The non-committal shrug only further intrigued you. You hadn’t come with much, only the essentials, so there was nothing for you to go back to. Perhaps that was why you would end up staying. “M’brothers live there an’ I reckon they’ll be happy ta show ya’ ‘round. Ya’ got a name, darlin’?”

Brothers? Oh, but he had you hook, line, and sinker. “Lily. You?”

“Lester.” The man grinned at you and you felt slightly unsettled, but there was a boyish innocence to him if you squinted, and it was the deciding factor to you walking around the other side of his truck and letting yourself in. You felt bile rising in your throat at the smell, but you had already slid into the passenger seat, and the roadkill pit smelled only marginally better, if only because of the open air to filter through the worst of it. It was a reliable indication of the decay which lay beneath Ambrose's veneer.

"So, you... do you live 'round here?" You wanted to find out more about Lester. You hadn't had any plans beyond exploring the forest and you were beginning to feel like you were in a dream, the old as you knew it spinning out in light of your spontaneity. There was just something...

"I don't got a house or nuthin' like that, but I got a neat little cabin nearby. Keeps me warm at night. S'main thing."

Your heart clenched and any trepidation you had about going to Ambrose vanished and mentally did you take the step you needed, did you take a chance on yourself, on this stranger who bore you no ill will. You could feel that he only had good intentions; he was being as friendly as he knew how to be, even if it felt nefarious to those who saw people as only surface deep and not great glaciers which were mostly below the surface of the water. You thought on Lester’s brothers, and your curiosity only seemed to increase with every question answered. The natural lull in the conversation was covered up by the roaring of the engine and the bouncing of the truck on the natural roads, which were uneven and full of rocks. You stared out of the window, watching the world pass you by in a blur of green. The actual trip into Ambrose was yet another blur, and for that would you one day count yourself grateful; you wouldn’t have wanted to leave even if you could have, so entranced would you become with the town and its odd but beautiful residents.

Those fifteen miles seemed to simultaneously take forever and yet no time at all as Lester slammed on the brakes, which brought the truck to a sudden stop and almost made you hit your head against the dashboard. Lester, used to such turbulence, barely moved at all. "Jus' walk on over those rocks there and follow it 'round the bend t'get ta Ambrose. She's real pretty. M'brothers take such good care of 'er."

“Why don’t’cha come with me, Lester? Your brothers might want to see you, too.” Truthfully, you didn’t want to walk the road alone. You would get creeped out again, and Lester made you feel safe.

Safe.

Here, Lester froze. "Oh, I don't... I dunno' 'bout that." He tugged at his clothes and seemed taken aback as he said, "I've seen better days." His nervous chuckle and the way he rubbed at the back of his neck made your poor heart ache.

"You've been really kind to me, giving me a free ride, talkin' to me." You began to feel like you were pushing him, so you reeled yourself in and told Lester the same by taking a step towards the clearing. His dark eyes instantly tracked your movements and you shivered without really knowing why. "It's okay, I just wanted to ask.” You felt the need to tell him that you hadn’t meant to push, if indeed you had. Sometimes you couldn’t tell. A pre-emptive and unnecessary apology was better than not apologising and finding out later that you should have apologised in that moment. Right? “You've been really sweet, Lester, and I feel bad for the fact I can't pay you back for your kindness."

"Ya' don't gotta do that," Was he... blushing under all that dirt? You thought so, but you didn't want to make it seem like you were staring. "Most folks ain't so nice to me as you. S'nice to feel 'preciated for a change." Lester smiled and it took over his entire face, making him look much younger. Life hadn't been kind to either of you, and you felt a connection to Lester despite the fact that had known him for less than an hour. You were sure you would feel the same way towards his elusive brothers, too. If only you knew. “I s’pose I could go wit’ ya, darlin’. Ain’t sure Bo’ll like it but that don’t matter none.” He started walking, and you walked alongside him. There was another natural lull in the conversation, distracted were you by the town. It was... beautiful, in a haunting way. Like a previously loved room which was now looking neglected, its soul having wasted away without its owner’s tender loving care. It was an apt analogy, for all intents and purposes. Already was the illusion of a quiet but busy town thriving under the weight of its own modest population beginning to wane away; your keen eye picked up on the subtle signs of long time neglect, though Lester’s brothers clearly loved where they lived and did their best to care for it. You hadn’t even met them yet, but you were curious and beginning to grow fond of Ambrose. You wanted to know more, see more, love more. You could see a pet store to your left, a gas station to your right, and a big church up ahead.

“This town’s got everything.” I love it. Already could you feel yourself relaxing, feeling at ease not only in the town despite the occasional chill up your back, as if you were being watched from the shadows. Lester said nothing, but his steady footsteps beside you seemed to chase away all of the ill at rest feelings you had had in the forest and when you had sat beside the roadkill pit. Sometimes, just sometimes, curiosity was rewarded by the universe, and that most certainly seemed to be the case thus far, though you had a feeling that, much like the state of this town, there was more to the brothers than met the eye. It seemed especially true for the two whom you hadn’t met yet, though they had met you. It was too hot in Louisiana for those chills dancing tantalisingly down your spine, but you were much too preoccupied to notice those darting shadows moving from one building to another as they tracked you and Lester every step of the way. Lester never personally escorted people into Ambrose, so the brothers understood from that one action of Lester’s that this was not a typical hunt. This was something else, something completely out of the ordinary right from the very start, and none of you were prepared for what was to come.

Happiness.

Lester saw Bo dart behind the gas station and make his way around to the side of the building, so that he could ‘step out’ and just ‘happen’ to bump into the two of you. He smiled but you assumed he was just enjoying the moment with you as the two of you took in the sights together and in silence. For you, it was the presence of people which you sought out most often, and if you chose to stay in Ambrose (not that you would be given a choice, though you didn’t know this yet) rather than going back to your old life, then Lester would reveal himself to the friend you could spend quiet time together with separately. Vincent would be much the same, though he was a solitary man and largely preferred to be left alone, especially when he was working. “Hey, uh - wha’ d’ya think of Ambrose, Lily?”

Bo smirked at Lester over your shoulder, the exchange totally unseen by you. The brothers weren’t hunting you, and the fact that Lester had brought you into Ambrose of his own accord without asking Bo first was a clear message that you were not to be harmed. You were safe with Lester, and now was it ironic that Bo and Vincent were the curious ones, wanting to know you. While Bo was right behind you, Vincent was lingering in the shadows over by the pet store. He had been the first brother to see you and understand the message. If you had wandered in alone or been anyone else, you would have been dead ten times over by this point.

“It’s... a lovely town. Quiet but... she’s pretty. She’s well looked after,” You smiled, “Your brothers must work hard to keep her up and running. I want to see more, if that’s okay.” You pulled out your phone and saw that there was no reception. “And no one can text or call me. This place is heaven.”

There was a low appreciative whistle from behind you, and you spun around just quick enough to catch the fleeting but genuine smile on a handsome stranger’s face. “Those’re some mighty fine words ‘bout a stranger an’ his work, darlin’." You had a feeling that that was about as close to a thank you as you were going to get, and immediately did you begin to psychoanalyse the man before you. Oh, but you couldn’t help it. You loved diving into people. His hair was slicked back, deep set lines in his forehead and baby blues looking straight at you. His smiles died as quickly as they were born, and you realised that you had been right earlier - life was not kind to people or places this side of the interstate. Awh, precious broken baby. I’ll take care of you. You could see in that moment that there was so much more to Bo than met the eye, and it only made you want to get to know him. You wanted to know him, love him, cherish him... right there and then, you chose Bo and everything that meant. You still didn’t know the grisly, grotesque and horrific truth behind the town, but it wouldn’t matter now. You would choose Bo again and again and again, no matter what he did or who he was. In that moment, you fell in love with Bo, and as two sets of blue eyes met, Bo fell in love with you, too. He was sharp, intuitive, cold and calculative, and he saw you looking at him. You weren’t seeing the Southern Gentleman ruse, you were seeing him and he felt his stomach drop. Ah, fuck. To throw the conversation into an area he was more confident in, he said, “So what are ya’ doin’ here?” He looked directly at Lester when he said that - just because Bo understood Lester’s intent, that didn’t mean he didn’t want answers.

“Found her on t’side of the road near the pit,” Lester shrugged, looking to you so that you could speak for yourself. He felt rude talking about you like you weren’t there, even though you were right next to him. People did that to him all the time and he hated it, so he didn’t want to do the same to you. You were kind to him and he liked you. He hoped his brothers would come to as well.

“I was just exploring in the forest and found the pit. Wanted to see who had put all that effort in, so I waited to see if someone would come along.” Seamlessly, you and Lester stitched together your perspectives to give Bo a full story. You’d fit in just fine, the two brothers could see. Already, you were adapting, and you didn’t even know it.

But they did.

It only made what was to come easier on you.

“So I offered her a ride and she’s bin’ real nice to me, Bo. Asked for my name and everythin’. Ain’t no one’s done that ‘fore. They just want the ride, not the person drivin’ ‘em to the town to get ‘em help. Lily’s kind, Bo. I ain’t wantin’ nuthin’ bad ta’ happen to ‘er, s’why I brought ‘er here.”

You caught the inflection in Lester’s voice but you thought perhaps it was just you looking for something which wasn’t there. But Bo’s shoulders straightened and his blue eyes snapped to Lester. There was something akin to rage in his eyes, but... No, no, not rage, you decided. It was a fierce kind of love, one which was all-consuming and barely restrained. He looked like he was going to say something, but the brothers stared at each other for just a second too long for it to be friendly. You got the impression that they were arguing, though you weren’t sure how or why you reached that conclusion. Bo’s shoulders then relaxed slightly and he looked at you. Your breath caught in your throat and you hoped you weren’t staring at him the way you thought you might have been. “Y’re nice to Lester?” Bo nodded, seemingly to himself, and a hand dipped into his inner pocket to pull out a bright yellow pack of cigarettes. He light it up and inhaled greedily, exhaling and letting the wind carry the fumes away. “Okay, we can - we can put you up for a while. See if we can’t find sumthin’ for ya’ to do ‘round here. I could use some help with the garage.” A pause, then, “Ya’ know anythin’ ‘bout cars, darlin’?”

You shook your head. “Not much. I’m a horrible driver, myself.”

Bo grinned. “Ain’t we all? S’alright, darlin’, hand me things when I ask for ‘em and then jus’ sit n’ look pretty. Shouldn’t be too hard for ya’ to do that last thing. You’re a natural.”

To say that you blushed would have been an understatement. “Thank you. I’ve been... exploring lots of places recently, looking for somewhere. My life back home doesn’t really feel like home anymore. Been looking for something new, something... more. I just want to be safe and protected, somewhere I can’t be found. Haven’t found a place for me to call home yet but... I like Ambrose. I really like Ambrose. She’s beautiful.”

“She is.” Bo’s voice was quiet. You didn’t notice that Bo wasn’t looking towards the church, like you were. He was looking at you. Lester saw the direction of Bo’s look and grinned. There had been many a gut instinct followed by the three of you this day and it was leading to nothing but happiness for everyone involved. Even Vincent, though his was a quieter and less obvious form of love and affection. He was the silent protector, the one who came when called and left a visceral mess in his wake. “All right, well, I gotta get back to work, but yer' can go explorin’ if ya’ want. The house of wax is unlocked if ya’ get bored. My brother, ah, Vincent, works in there and I’m sure he’d love to know what you think of his art, seein’ as y’re gonna’ be stayin’ a while. He’s doin’ sumthin’ really incredible there.” Oh, but the pride in Bo’s voice and the love in his eyes... you liked Vincent already. You had learned so much about the brothers and you’d been in their presence for less than half a day, but already did you know that you wanted to stay. You could feel, deep in your bones, that you had found your forever home, that you had found your place, your people.

“That sounds great! Will Vincent mind me going in, though? If he’s busy, I don’t want to disturb him.“

Oh, help you, but two of the three Sinclairs decided right then and there that they were going to protect you until their dying days. If Vincent had been without earshot (still lingering was he by the pet store), then he would have agreed with his eldest and youngest brothers. Bo waved your concern away to distract you from the way his eyes had widened slightly, “don’t’cha worry none on Vincent, darlin’, he ain’t gonna’ say nuthin’ to ya’.” He smirked, then, as if something he had said was funny, though you didn’t know why, “He’ll know y’re in there and if ya’ lucky, he’ll get your attention. Now, g’on, get. I gotta’ get back to work and so’s Lester.”

You wandered away, following the path up to the house of wax and thinking intently on your life and the two men you had just met. You could psychoanalyse yourself well enough and you did; you knew exactly why you wanted to stay in Ambrose, why it seemed like heaven to you. You knew why you were placing your trust in these men, in this town, and you knew why you could feel yourself falling in love with Bo. So lost were you in your thoughts, thinking on everything which had been happening this day, that despite being in hearing range, you totally missed Vincent walking behind you three metres away, matching you pace for pace. His boots crunched on the gravel but he was so careful that when he took a step, so did you, effectively masking his tracks and making sure that you didn’t hear him until he wanted you to. He walked with you up to the stairs at the house of wax, his pride and joy, and then went around the side to let himself in so that he could immediately go into the basement, where his work station was. He would introduce himself to you soon, but first he wanted to see how you reacted to the statues. Bo and Lester liked you, so that meant Vincent did too, but his art was just as important to him as his brothers were, and he had to know.

He heard you go up the stone steps and then hesitate at the door long enough for him to have his own curiosity piqued. He poked his head around the corner, his long dark hair hanging freely over his mask as he watched you. You seemed to not want to intrude on his space, but eventually you steeled yourself and let yourself in, the faded green door closing quietly behind you. In that moment, Vincent, too, decided to protect you until his dying day. Most people who visited the house of wax let the door slam shut behind them, but he knew that door. It only shut without a sound if it was pulled to and then let go so that the hinges gently settled into place. Quickly did he get to the trap door and let himself in, moving through the space so efficiently that he could hear every step you took, and if he strained his ears, he could even make out any other noises you made. Before Vincent knew it, he was standing behind the grand piano in one of the rooms, facing the closed curtains and listening to you move through the house of wax. Oh, but he could tell that you enjoyed his art. You knew not the truth, but it was a very promising sign that all three Sinclairs were protective of you and that you found some appreciation in Vincent’s work. Right then, Vincent felt happy that you had been brought to Ambrose, and he stepped out of the shadows, catching your attention by “accidentally” catching his boot on the piano foot and causing a loud noise. He scared you, but Vincent was a gentle giant (and, oh, so brutal when he wanted to be), and he never meant you any harm. A silent companion and protector was he, and a sharp whistle would be all it would ever take to get his attention if you needed help. Just one shrill noise, and he would be there to protect you. This he swore, and never did he nor his brothers ever break that mutual, unspoken promise between them. The loss of you if they failed to protect you would ruin them and none of them wanted to risk that.

Especially not Bo.

In the end, you never went back home from your random trip out to explore the woods fifteen miles outside of Ambrose. There had never been much there for you anyway, which only made the break that much cleaner and the transition that much easier. Maybe they assumed you had gone missing or that you had died. You didn’t really care - you had long since detached yourself from the life you had led, and you had thrown yourself into helping Bo in the garage, driving around the roads with Lester, helping Vincent with his hair and other menial tasks and making sure that all four of you were cared for and looked after. You fell into your newfound role there like it had always been yours.

Your relationships with the Sinclair brothers grew exponentially as the days and weeks dripped by, and by the time you found out the truth about Ambrose, you were creeped out and horrified, but you also didn’t care. You wanted Bo, you wanted Ambrose, and you didn’t care what you had to do, endure, overlook, forget, in order to have the things, the people, the love that you wanted. The total lack of morals in the face of having your relationship with Bo was something you didn’t bother concerning yourself with, and Bo was often amused at the lengths you would go to just to make sure that he was taken care of. It had taken a long time for the two of you to fall together, but there could be no denying by anyone in Ambrose that the two of you had fallen in love before you had even known each other’s names. You had gotten together as quickly as you had fallen in love, and it had been a surprise to no one when one day had Bo just grabbed your face, kissed you so hard that you could feel the outline of his teeth through his lips, and said, “so how ‘bout it, darlin’? I ain’t so good with this mushy shit but I reckon I could try for ya’.” It hadn’t been the height of romance, but it had been so uncharacteristically uncertain for Bo that you had said yes even before thinking it through. He had looked almost like he was going to be sick with nerves, and it had spurred you into acting on impulse. It would turn out to be one of the two best decisions in your life; the first had been waiting for the roadkill pit man at the side of the road all that time ago. There would be more wonderful decisions and days to come, but that was in the future. All you ever wanted to do was to focus on one day at a time, truly loving every moment you spent in Ambrose with the hauntingly beautiful Sinclair family.

Bo was a man of actions more so than words, and he heard everything you had ever wanted to tell him and more in your acts of service, quality time and affections, for they were your love languages. Bo was so proficient in speaking your love languages, for he shared the same ones, that even a certain type of glance from you, several months in your relationship, had him smiling a true smile which reached his beautiful blue eyes as he said, “yeah, I love ya’ too, darlin’. More’n ya’ know."

You always wanted to argue that, actually, you loved him more, but you knew that being a brat would only get you punished.

But, oh, wasn’t that the fun of it all?

#bo's muse #lily sinclair #bo sinclair x lily

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) Chapter 2

Warnings: Swearing?

Word count : 2.1k

This chapter was a little longer, I really get hooked on all of the details and before long the chapter keeps getting bigger and bigger. It’s gonna be a whole story so bare with <3

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The night before starting at a new school you thought was supposed to be exciting, or you were meant to feel nervous, it was not supposed to be spent crying in Tara’s arms after explaining to her what had happened between you and the man you now believed to be your soulmate. You don’t know how long it had taken you to get to sleep in the end, all you knew is that you woke up as heartbroken as you were the night before. However, today is the first day to the rest of your fairy life, so brave face, and deal with the pain after hours.

Technically you didn’t have to go down to the courtyard to see everybody coming in, part of you was just interested, nosy, sick of being surrounded by only like 3 people for the last two months? Let’s just say you had your reasons. So there you were standing by yourself like an idiot, Tara was helping some of her friends move their things in, you noticed a girl with bright blonde hair, stunning, popular no doubt, she had the heir about her, not to mention there was already a group of Fairies crowded around her. Then you noticed another girl, flaming red hair, looking a little lost, part of you wanted to walk over to her, say hi or whatever, then you realised Sky had already clocked her too and was making his way over. Sometimes it was good to fade into the background, it just meant you could see everything happening without seeming too nosy. Like when you notice Blondie shoot daggers towards Sky and the girl he was speaking to, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Dramaaaaa. The conversation ended quickly when another guy, dressed in dark clothing with brown hair snuck up behind Sky interrupting. From the way they messed around you knew they were good friends. Maybe it was the guy River… no.. Riven, Sky had told you about. You looked away, starting to feel a little lonely as you watched friends re connect after time away. You only had one friend so far, and no doubt she had friends already here too, it was only a matter of time before you were on your own again.

It wasn’t long before the final students had come through the gates and they began to close, you were one of the last ones outside, some stragglers lingering, when you felt someone come up behind you. You could tell instantly who it was, you wanted to be pissed off, but you couldn’t, his presence making you feel more at home than ever. He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning the back of you neck, but far enough away so that if anyone saw you both it would just look like a private conversation.

“You should be mingling with others, not standing here on your own.” You could tell by the tone of his voice he was frowning. It angered you. He was the one that decided what you felt for each other ‘wouldn’t work’ and now he thought he had an opinion when it came to your social life?

“Saul, I mean, Mr Silva, you made it pretty clear yesterday that what we have.. had, wouldn’t work, so why are you concerned about what I do.” You moved away from him as you heard him sigh. You could tell he was frustrated, you didn’t care. In the two months you’d got to know Silva, you realised that he was a pretty dominant figure, he wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, or having someone talk back to him.

“Listen Y/N, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He gritted out, it was paining him that he couldn’t touch you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, turning to look at him, raising your eyebrow in a kind of ‘are you done?’ attitude. His jaw clenched. “Just stay out of the woods, there was another sighting of a burned one, it’s not safe to be out there at the moment.” With that he brushed past you, his skin brushing yours lightly enough to leave your whole body tingling, he faltered as he felt it too but carried on walking away. You headed off the the Fairy hall, looking back watching his re treating figure, you thought you had been the only two out there, but just before you rounded the corner you caught a glimpse of Headmistress Dowling, staring at the both of you from the top window of her office.

The hallways were bustling, students squealing and hugging friends, luggage being hauled through the crowds, you had to push your way past, noticing on the way, a lot of people staring at you. You could hear people chattering, whispering, getting bits and pieces of sentences here and there like “Changeling” ‘Burned one” “multiple powers”.. You rolled your eyes, how the fuck did the news spread so quickly. You were grateful when you reached the door to your halls. You pushed the double doors open wide and took in your surroundings. Tara was there, sorting out all of her plants, she looked up and gave you a wide smile.

“Oh Y/N there you are! I was just telling the girls all about you.” She rushed out and came to stand next to you. The noise attracted a few girls from the rooms off of the main dorm. Blondie from earlier sauntered out, you don’t know why it hadn’t clicked before that she was obviously the princess. Then followed a girl with headphones, a girl with funky looking hair, bits of blue were braided through it, and then the girl with the flaming red hair you’d seen in the courtyard. You stood awkwardly, your Doc Martens kicking the tiled floor. It was easy to see you all had different styles, you were no exception. There seemed to be a colour theme going on.

“You don’t have to be so worried you know, we don’t bite.” The voice came from the girl with the headphones dressed in purple. “I’m Musa, i’m a mind fairy, that’s how I know what you’re feeling, also the reason you’ll see me with these almost every single minute of the day” she said while holding up the bulky headphones that were around her neck.

The girl with the braided hair was next to introduce herself as Aisha, Water Fairy, explained why she had the blue theme going on. Next was Bloom, the girl from the courtyard with the Fire like red hair, which was suiting considering she was a Fire fairy. She was the other girl from earth.

Lastly was Princess Stella. A light fairy, her hair funnily enough as you mentioned earlier, a bright shade of blonde, her clothes weren’t yellow, matching the whole light theme, but you did clock that the majority of her room and clothing choices were shiny. She gave you a smug smile, you knew girls like her back home, you’d been friends with a girl like her back home, she gave off a vibe of “I’m better than everyone else” but it’s probably just so she can hide her own insecurities. There was hope for her yet so you gave Stella a smile, which shocked her. You looked down at yourself, taking in your appearance, heavy Doc Martin boots, black ripped skinny jeans, plain white top and black leather jacket, okay so if they all had colour themes yours would definitely be black.

“You’ve obviously met Tara, she didn’t shut up about you since we all got here, interesting that you’re from earth too like Bloom, two earthlings in one year, how exciting, and you killed a burned one on your arrival, isn’t that something.” You glared a little at the girl dressed in Green as it seemed she had already spilled some details to the girls in your dorm. Stella mocked surprise, oopsing at the fact that she’d brought up what Tara had obviously babbled out.

Tara mouthed a sorry from across the room, the earth fairy was harmless and you knew that anything she had said would have been accidental or came out in excitement. “Yup well, I’m Y/N as Tara has probably already told you, born in England, Silva found me, killed a burned one at the barrier in the woods, apparently I have multiple abilities andddd i’m a changeling. Any more questions? I thought not.”

You laughed and walked over to your room. You shared the space with Musa, just like her mezzanine, you had one directly above, sort of like a bunk bed but it was more like a bunk room. You’d mastered the art of not falling over the railing when getting up in the night to pee which you were happy about. You heard the girls below all talking about what a changeling was, how you’d killed a burned one, what a burned one was, all riveting stuff. The only thing you could think about, the only person you could think about, Silva. Musa looked at you and gave you a side smile. You were going to have to get used to someone around you knowing how you felt all the time.

“So Y/N, are you going to the party?” Your head peaked up, a party? You didn’t know there was going to be a party but you were sooo going. You needed to let off some steam, do some flirty flirting with the boys and for once be a normal teenager. “I say party, it’s not gonna be some total rave but it’s like a welcome party.” It surprised you that Stella asked. You flopped onto your stomach on your bed.

“Count me in, i’m gonna go for a walk first though, clear my mind and get some air before. Anyone want to join?” You watched as 4 of the 5 girls shook their heads no, it was yet again Stella who surprised you saying yes. Maybe she wasn’t going to be awful after all.

Stella was surprisingly easy to get along with and you could already tell she liked you, maybe you’d already become friends even, you didn’t want to push your luck. You found yourself walking by the pond near where the specialists train. You hadn’t realised that that’s where your feet had led you until Stella tugged on your arm a little. “See that guy there, the one with the blonde hair, that’s Sky, we used to date.” Stella linked arms with you. You nod your head and explained how you’d met Sky when you first arrived here. You tensed as you heard his voice, you heard him before you saw him.

“So, after your classes, you’re all mine.” It made you choke on nothing but air and your cheeks flushed. A few heads turned to look at the interruption and you ducked before Silva saw your red face. He’d seen you though, hiding beside the Princess, he tried to conceal his grin of amusement and then went back to teaching. You looked to Stella, the awkward moment hadn’t gone unnoticed by her. Before you could explain you heard shouting, you and Stella sat down on a near by bench and watched as Silva roasted the living daylights out of a first year specialist for being disrespectful. You could pick up pieces of their conversation, Stella filling in the blanks you didn’t catch.

“The shield is to protect us from the burned ones”….

“Have you ever seen a burned one.” Silva was pointing his sword at the students face.

“That’s the thing no one my age has, isn’t that all over now?” The first year specialist didn’t seem so confident now and you scoffed. Wrong, you’d KILLED a burned one, without even knowing what a burned one was at the time. You still don’t remember how you did it, that moment blanked out completely in your mind, the only thing you remember, Silva finding you haunched over the body.

“That’s where you’re wrong, one of the fairies here, was attacked by one on the way in, luckily, something was in her powerful enough to kill it before it could kill her, so no, it’s not all over now.” You could tell Silva was gritting his teeth, stopping from going any further, sometimes his anger slipped away from him. A few people that had obviously heard the rumours turned and looked at you, shock crossing their faces as if they were all thinking the same thing… so it was true, not a rumour after all. You’d finally had enough of the stares, you jumped up, catching the attention of Silva, Stella following behind you as you walked away and towards the woods.

The very place Saul had told you not to go to.

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