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「Angel's Share」 · Chapter 1

PREY TELL ➥ Horrors of his past weighing too much on his heart, 'Lord Christopher' puts on a mask and sets out to find some answers with a companion he didn't ask for.

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“Are you comfortable, my lord?” she asked with her eyes filled with worry to the brim, “We can stop if you wish.”

The voice interrupted the trance Chris had put himself in listening to the lullaby of the carriage. He knew she meant well since they had been on the road for a couple of days already, but every time she asked this question, it made his skin crawl. He might have been vulnerable, but he did not need the constant reminder.

“No need. I can hear the town in the distance; it should be another ten miles or so,” he responded blankly staring into the woods they passed by, “Do pay attention to your addresses, Abigail.”

He had told her time and time again that Lord Christopher Bahng was no more—he was priest Gabriel Adams as far as the rest of the world was concerned. Thank goodness, her frequent mistake was contained within the moments they were alone, but even after all these years, Abigail seemed to be having a hard time getting accustomed to it.

Or…

He couldn’t blame her for the force of habit, of course. Once a débutante herself, she must have had the proper ways of addressing engraved into her brain. Nevertheless, Chris’ façade was only intact by the stitch of her lips, however loose or tight it might be—one slip of the tongue and it would crumble like paper shoes in the rain.

And he couldn’t afford that.

“Of course, Master. My apologies,” Abigail immediately bowed her head in remorse, “I only wanted to ask since you’re touching your necklace again.”

And that would be his force of habit.

Every time he felt nervous, Chris would unwittingly touch the moonstone pendant, a gift from his late mother and his most valued possession in the world. He found infinite consolation in the lore she used to tell him about the clear, indigo gem. It made him believe in the small possibility that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t destined to die alone. He was still going moonbathing on full moon nights. To cleanse his soul and replenish the delicate pendant’s essence so that it could call out to his fated mate louder just in case it existed.

“My apologies for being stern,” he slightly nodded.

Abigail had been the only constant in his life for the past several years, but even she was going to leave one day. She had to. 

Everybody took their last breath at one point. 

While he was eternally grateful for her loyalty, the vermin called guilt was gnawing at Chris every time he looked at her. He wished he could forget what he had seen, but much to his dismay, it was not among his abilities. Remembering every minute detail in crystal clear images was the curse he had to live with till the end of his days.

She was called Theodora when they first crossed paths. Theodora Lockhart who had barely crossed the threshold of the delicate age of twenty. Even though she denied it, Chris knew in his heart of hearts that she had so much to look forward to back then—so many places to see, so many people to meet, and a whole fulfilling life ahead of her where she got to be loved, something he would never be able to provide. Even though she said she couldn’t be any more content, Chris knew she deserved much better than to be chained to him like this.

But you shouldn’t tempt fate.

One night, instead of going towards Cape Constance like he always did, he decided to go to the quiet riverbank for a stroll, permanently damaging his memory when he saw a beautiful flower about to be picked even though spring wasn’t supposed to arrive for another three months.

Kill threat.

She was terrorized out of her mind, shakily walking backwards towards the river with a dagger in her hand, attempting to intimidate the three men slowly approaching her, and failing miserably.

Kill threat.

But flowers were not supposed to be picked. They were meant to bloom in their beds and be admired only from afar, and anyone who even dared to think otherwise deserved to perish.

Kill threat!!!

He blacked out.

When he came back to his senses, Chris found himself panting over three still bodies dyed crimson all over. The young woman was frozen solid in one corner, naturally way too stunned to move after witnessing lord knows what.

Flower scared.

His mother had tried to warn him about this very instance, that there would come a day when he was no longer going to be able to restrain himself, but Chris had protested it with all his might. He wasn’t like that. He was the one in control of his body, not some goddamn barbaric urge. People lived with all kinds of hereditary maladies. He could be a survivor, too!

But even he had to admit three at once was too compelling of evidence for the dormant monster that inhabited him all along.

Flower scared. Hide.

He could feel his heartbeat everywhere. In his ears, in his throat, on his fingertips, at the soles of his feet… Even in the middle of a violent denial fit, all he could think about was that she was safe and that nothing had happened to her—whereas he had managed to change the course of her life in an entirely different way. There was no coming back from this. He wished he could offer some words of consolation to soothe her, but his blood-soaked state was standing in the way, let alone all the words eluding him. Without a shred of rational thought in his existence, he fled into the night. 

But fate was fate.

One Sunday morning, their eyes met again at the crowded prayer house, and if he physically could, Chris would die an instant death due to that acute onset panic. It wasn’t because there was an open triple homicide case with no leads, but rather because Master Kent was the only person alive privy to the nature of his condition—and by extension also Her Late Ladyship’s—and it simply had to stay that way. 

Priorities. 

Chris knew what humans were capable of doing when faced with ‘the unfamiliar’ — he had lost both parents to it even though his father had no fault in the matter other than falling in love once upon a time.

Curiously enough, even though the young woman seemed to recognize him, her gaze was painted with something much warmer rather than dread. She smiled at him from afar with a slight nod acknowledging his presence, but that wasn’t enough of a guarantee for Chris.

“Good day, miss. May I have a word?”

Taking advantage of the post-sermon crowd in the hall, he led the young woman to a corner far enough to have a conversation away from the prying ears, yet close enough to still be in plain sight in case her chaperone looked for her. Before he could open his mouth, however, she took the reins herself.

“Theodora Lockhart, my lord. Allow me to express my eternal gratitude to you,” she gracefully bowed before him and spoke in lowercase cursive letters, “I am forever in your debt with my life.”

Chris was convinced he was dreaming wide awake. He was prepared for a lot of things, even half expecting her to scream bloody murder in a room full of people, but gratitude? For becoming an utterly unhinged barbarian right before her eyes?

“I know this is asking too much but,” he began with his eyes on the marble floor, “It is I who would be most grateful if you did not divulge my… ailment.”

“Please rest assured no soul shall hear about it,” she quickly responded and bowed again to take her leave, “We shall meet again, my lord.”

It would be a lie if Chris said he never thought about the possibility of Theodora being his fated mate, but he knew she wasn’t. His mother had elucidated all the telltale signs to him, the scent being the most paramount of it all.

“But most importantly,” she would say, “You will just know, my sweet boy. You will know it in your heart without a shred of doubt.”

Not only was Theodora simply odorless to Chris, but he also felt nothing other than thankfulness towards her for keeping her promise to him. 

They indeed met again. They met many times. Almost every day, albeit unplanned. Theodora was not religious whatsoever, but she was frequenting the prayer house like it was a tea garden in the hopes that she would find him there. And she did every time without fail. 

Without knowing Chris had nowhere else to go.

Sometimes she wouldn’t even walk up to him to announce her arrival. Instead, she would sit on a stone bench at the very back of the large hall, just quietly watching him from afar. She had no idea where his interests lay for Chris was a man of few words. He seemed fond of books and quills, writing and writing for hours on end sometimes. What was he even scribbling this fervently? Tales? Poetry? Letters?

It was none of that. He was just trying to unjumble a knot on stacks of straw paper.

Christopher! Kent! Mast… Kent! Hide!!!

Those were the last words Chris heard his mother scream on the night of the fire. Out of complete instinct, he dashed to the prayer house and banged on the back door of the minister’s rectory as hard as he could to wake him.

“Master Kent, please!” he begged in tears, “If they find me, they’re going to kill me! Please open the door!!!”

The second that bolt was slid open, Chris threw himself into the old man’s arms and let out a wail that reverberated throughout the entire town.

“Quick,” Master swallowed all his tears and urged the young man to hold it together just for a little while, “Help me gather my belongings. We are leaving.”

Years had passed since the night he took refuge with the minister, but something was refusing to leave Chris’ mind like a splinter buried deep. A small portrait he found in the attic collecting dust shortly before the night of the fire. It depicted his mother in her usual elegant blues and another lady he had never seen before in a dark crimson gown. Her raven-black hair with the faintest iridescence cascading off her shoulders was in stark contrast to his mother’s soft caramel locks, but they both had the same pale complexion. That wasn’t even the detail Chris found most intriguing. 

It was the moonstone ring the nameless lady was wearing.

He didn’t care that this was the biggest leap of faith that promised nothing. Constantly feeling out of place was eating Chris alive, and if he had one chance at having a sense of normalcy with someone who was like him, he would much rather take it than waste away doing nothing.

“You knew my mother, Master Kent,” he asked the minister one day, “Certainly she must have told you something.”

Unfortunately, she hadn’t. Until meeting Her Ladyship, even the minister himself thought it was a myth, some spooky tale to scare children into good behavior. Nevertheless, he did cite several towns where Chris could go looking, places merely whispered in rumors with no guarantee to find anything.

But still better than nothing.

There wasn’t much to leave behind in this town. Not much to miss. If anything, the decision to leave came with a side of relief and a throat-burning hope garnish, which he was trying his utmost best not to hold onto. Yet, there was still one person to bid farewell to before he set out.

“Thank you for your companionship all this time, Theodora,” Chris bowed his head as he was seeing her off one last time, “I will miss having a presence around me.”

“Are you going somewhere, my lord?” the young woman leisurely asked as if her life was not flashing before her eyes. 

“Yes, I’m leaving town tomorrow,” he acknowledged, “To see if I have anybody left in this world I have blood relations with.”

“For quite a long while, I suppose.”

“For good.”

Her marvelous performance of dexterously hiding the way her heart sank to her stomach deserved all the praise. Brava, indeed. But she only received this minuscule short notice? After all this time? After all they shared?

No matter. Theodora Lockhart was nothing if not a quick thinker on her feet.

“Surely you’re not going alone,” she posed a pseudo-question she already knew the answer to.

“Why yes, I am.”

“Then I would like to join you.”

Much like the very first time they came face to face, Chris was looking at her utterly dumbfounded.

“I beg your pardon?”

“This journey of yours will certainly be tiresome,” she began arguing her defense, “I would like to volunteer myself to be your companion along the way.”

You can’t go, Christopher. You can’t leave without me.

“I think there might have been a misunderstanding,” Chris picked his words as straightforwardly as possible, “I was never courting you, Theodora. I have no interest in such matters, nor can I overtake the responsibility of someone else.”

“I’m aware. Thus the term volunteer.”

She wasn’t taking no for an answer, looking at him like he was the one out of his mind reacting so strongly to a mundane request.

“Let me make this quite plain,” he placed his hands on her shoulders, “I am not about to knock on the Viscount’s door and ask his permission to take his daughter with me with no marital bond between us.”

It didn’t matter if this was in the middle of a dispute. Time stopped. Her heart was about to give out for this was the very first time her prince charming was touching her. She could die today and she would die happy.

“I’m not asking you to,” she replied with perfect poise instead.

“Are you hearing how highly inappropriate this is?!” he started laughing hysterically.

“Father shall have no say in what I wish to do with my life,” she firmly stood her ground, “I’m the one who has to live it.”

“You are a well-versed woman of sound mind, Theodora.” 

“Yes.”

“Then why the hell are you doing this?!”

“Because the burden you put on me is weighing too heavy on my heart!” 

Never once did she raise her voice at Chris before, and she hated doing it, but the outburst seemed to have the intended effect. It was slowly disarming his guard, allowing her to seep through the cracks. She had to play this just right to secure her place in his life.

However long forever might be.

“Don’t you understand, my lord? This is fate,” she took one careful step towards him, “I’m destined to serve you.”

“Serve me?” his face immediately contorted, “N–no such thing is necessary.”

“Just allow me to repay my debt. This is how you will set me free,” she held his hands, almost teary-eyed in make-believe agony.

“There is no debt to be settled.”

“But there is!” she raised her voice again, “You will be all alone, and I’m the only one who… who knows you. I can help you with whatever you need. I promise I don’t want anything from you in return. Just what can I do to convince you?”

A fantastic question Chris never had to answer before. Nobody ever asked him what he wanted. As long as he’d known himself, there was always a set of rules to follow, and free will was never an option. Now there was this woman in front of him, asking him, begging him to let her accompany him just to take care of him. Just so he would not be alone in his quest for… whatever was ‘not hate’.

“Do you understand what you’re giving up?” he asked in an eerily calm tone, “You will never have a family.”

“I know what my wish entails.”

“You can never have a life with me,” he emphatically declared, “I’m taking a different name. I won’t have any money. I have to live in the shadows.”

“I am aware.”

“I will be living as a priest, Theodora. Any company I might have will have to live accordingly, as well.”

“I understand.”

Chris was about to lose it due to utter exasperation. How come everything was a yes? What was so hard to understand about what a despicable creature he was?

“I live with venom inside me,” he clenched his jaw hard and started spitting his words through his teeth in a fast, crescendo voice, “My heart rots with murder. I will hurt you one of these days. I’m eternally doomed with this ailment. Why are you not SEEING THIS?!”

Theodora was expecting to be struck in the face, but the most beautiful man she ever laid her eyes on just fell on his knees and broke down crying. She knelt in front of him and found the courage to hug him for the first time as she offered her shoulder to literally cry on.

“Because I care for you,” she caressed his hair, deliriously happy, “Please do not call it an ailment. I wouldn’t change who you are for the world.”

She let him cry his heart out on the cold marble floor, not moving an inch for fear that he might let go of her. Once Chris calmed down, she gently wiped the tears pooling in the corners of his big brown eyes with her silk handkerchief.

“I shall leave my name behind as well then,” she resolutely affirmed, “Today onwards it’s Abigail Langdon. You would agree the name Lockhart is too telltale anyway, would you not?”

“This is too much, Theodora.”

“It’s Abigail, and I made up my mind,” she helped him rise to his feet, “I will be ready to depart whenever you deem appropriate.”

In the blink of an eye, this woman assumed the role of a minister’s aide, left her entire life behind, and disappeared into nothingness with him as if she never existed.

Chris had said ‘too much’ that day, and years later it didn’t change. There were days it almost felt like he trapped himself in a loveless arranged marriage. There were days he was infinitely glad Abigail was with him. There were days he wanted to be far, far away from her, and there were days he wished he could be a little closer to her. 

Dedicating your life to somebody to that extent for absolutely nothing in return… For years. 

That kind of devotion was indeed too much.

It took years for Chris to finally admit that his position in Abigail’s eyes was nowhere near a dear friend, and as time passed by, it seemed to be devolving into something even more unsettling. Almost as unsettling as his true colors. She was agreeing to quite literally anything Chris asked for, even when he was saying utterly outrageous things to test the waters. A true friend should have been able to tell it to your face when you and rationality were miles apart, however…

“If we cannot find food for you today, you might have to share a kill with me.”

“Of course, Master.”

“Are you quite alright, Abigail?”

“Yes, Master. Why?”

Why? Why?!

The address was meant to convey ‘master of knowledge’, a characteristic all priests simply had to possess, yet somewhere along the way, she seemed to have misattributed it to mean a master-servant bond between them. It was his fault. The things she knew about him, the things she was witnessing day after day… He was to blame for her slow descent into a state of apparent delusion.

If only he saw the sinister smile on her face when he wasn’t looking. If only he knew how much pleasure she was taking in abusing his blind spot with all the steps she was meticulously calculating. His trust. His kindness. His agony.

If only…

Abigail knew full well that Chris despised having to kill and would avoid it for as long as he could. There were days he would wait until he was parched. Until it was unequivocally necessary for him to… 

To feed.

It was the perfect opportunity for her to volunteer herself yet again, as his very own thrall this time. She was always with him, wasn’t she? If he fed on her reasonably often, he wouldn’t have to wait for days on end to eventually kill. It made so much sense!

That first time Abigail’s heart was about to jump out of her chest.

It hurt, yes, but it was supposed to hurt. There was supposed to be blood. He was so gentle with her, careful not to inflict any pain besides a sting that would hopefully turn endurable.

She didn’t care for any of that.

After a certain threshold, he was moaning against her skin, his fingertips sinking into her supple flesh, and Abigail could swear she noticed a strain in his crotch. He liked this. He loved this. He was aroused by this, and it was all because of her.

The reason did not matter one bit — in her head, Chris did break her in that night, and it was everything she ever pictured it to be and then some. Now she was going to spend the rest of her life losing her virginity to him over and over again, and that was a lifetime’s worth of bliss by itself.

She had offered it many times. To permanently change her so that he would have someone of his kind with him. That was what he set out for in the first place after all, but Chris couldn’t bear the thought of making her endure his personal hell, certainly not when he was the enabler of what he believed was the biggest mistake of her life. And also…

Well…

Abigail had tagged along to allegedly pay her infamous debt, but Chris felt like he was the one paying back in spades for some reason. It was getting a bit taxing, but unfortunately, it seemed too little too late to break himself free of these chains now.

The sky was already painted pitch black when they arrived at the rectory. A young man was sitting on the stone windowsill with his legs stretched and a thick book in his hand. He finally put it down when he heard the horses approaching. 

“Welcome, Master Adams!” he greeted the newcomers, “We have been looking forward to your arrival.”

The second they got off the carriage, Chris’ nostrils were fully invaded with a sweet smell. Either a passerby lady had indulged in too much perfume, or somebody was planting an entire flower field in that very second.

“Not much is going on in Luneborough I presume,” he quipped with tired eyes, “What is this scent in the air?”

“Moon vines, Master. These beauties are where Luneborough gets her name,” the young man touched the large green leaves that hugged the iron fence, hiding lovely white flowers under them, “And we call those over there Lady of the Night. They are night-blooming jasmines.”

“What’s your name, my good man?” Chris asked the way too awake fellow at this godforsaken hour with a fond smile on his face.

“Jeongin, sir.”

“Please, anything more than my minister title and I’m walking to the Duke’s chambers to complain,” Chris threatened semi-jokingly, “Say, where can I get the best whiskey in Luneborough, Jeongin?”

“Whiskey?” he furrowed his brows seemingly to browse his memory, “Well, the gentlemen at our establishment always praise the house whiskey, so I would say La Pleine Lune.”

“Is that a gentlemen’s club?”

“Well, you could say that,” Jeongin’s features morphed into three kinds of mischievous, “Do ask for a glass of Cinq Étoiles. Our Madame Maxime makes it herself.”

“Duly noted,” Chris discreetly handed the man a generous tip for his troubles, “Thank you very much for waiting for us this late. Much appreciated.”

After the trunks were carried inside, Chris and Abigail sent Jeongin on his way and entered their new residence for the foreseeable future. It was quite late, and a good night’s sleep was long overdue, but Abigail hesitantly approached Chris’ door frame instead of heading to her own room.

“It– It has been three weeks, my lord,” she informed him, “Should you require sustenance…”

Chris briefly listened to his body, and only after he was convinced he would feel sickly faint the next morning did he silently nod. He didn’t like talking about it, much less bringing it up himself, so if Abigail didn’t remind him, he wasn’t going to feed, period. He knew it hurt her, and he hated hurting her.

He opened his trunk to find the little tin of ointment first, then carefully applied it on her neck. She wasn’t entirely sure whether the goosebumps were because of the cold soothing balm, the anticipation, or simply Chris’ touch.

“Look to your right,” he soullessly instructed and gave his hand for her to hold, “Squeeze if I hurt you too much.”

The pattern never changed throughout all the years that he was doing this. First, he would slowly graze his teeth on the skin to let her get used to the feeling, and once his fangs were fully out, he would slowly sink them into her flesh and start feeding, extremely mindful to go slow both to prevent an accident and not to get too lightheaded too fast.

That particular night, however, just one sip was enough to send a shockwave to his head like a sudden headrush. Chris had no idea he had starved himself to a state of aridity just to avoid causing hurt, very much hurting himself in the meantime.

Abigail, on the other hand, was about to combust with what she was experiencing for the first time.

His sounds of fulfillment while feeding were not unprecedented, but never like this. Never this uncontained like something in his soul masterminded a spectacular jailbreak. He was moaning so loudly that Abigail was convinced this was indeed what fucking Chris would feel like if he sneaked into her room one night. She would welcome it. God, she would embrace it with open arms and never let go. With each grunt getting louder, she was surrendering a bit more, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

But the moment her nails scratched his skin, a rabid urge awakened within Chris.

Kill thrall.

He sank his teeth deeper and started sucking harder, holding her in place with a firm grip around her waist. She was desperately grinding against his leg for a bit of friction. Just a little bit. He didn’t have to do anything; she could get there herself. No matter.

“It’s alright,” she egged him on, “Go on. Satiate yourself.”

Kill thrall.

The nightscape of a riverbank suddenly appeared behind his closed eyes. Three men were walking towards a dagger with almost scorning smirks. His ears were maddeningly ringing, blocking every other sound in the universe, and his palms were getting sweaty.

“Hurt me more, Christopher.”

Kill thrall!!!

He shoved Abigail away to barely save himself from blacking out again. Bloody fangs still out, eyes lost color, panting like he ran all the way to Luneborough, and looking like the corporeal manifestation of all the nightmares seen by everybody that night.

It had been such a long while since he heard that maniacal voice inside his head, even a more unwelcome visitor than the lynchers of his parents, and Chris found himself on the verge of going properly insane.

“Leave,” he instructed Abigail with a whisper-like voice.

“My lord…”

“LEAVE!”

She scurried out of the room with drops of fear in her eyes for the first time. Something she should have exhibited all along like the rest of her kind. Chris dragged himself to the lavatory to his right and dunked his head under cold water until his sanity came back.

No matter how far he traveled, how many masks he wore, and how much he pretended to blend in, some truths about him were never going to change. 

Before he was a priest, he was a nomad. 

And before he was a nomad, he was a monster.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Welcome to Luneborough!

This is my first paranormal work ever, so I'm a bit... on edge. It's a variation of a manuscript I have been working on for months, and it's quite special to me. I really hope it reaches you exactly how much. Full future chapters will probably be linked to my personal website (no ads, no signups, just for content protection).

A very special thank you to;

· @straywrds for being my sanity guardian and forever beta reader, for her valuable input & insights—not just for this but quite literally every project I ever work on, and for encouraging me to have faith even when I'm convinced there is nothing left to believe in.

· You. The all-encompassing you that is Y/N, the star of all my stories. The you that has ever read anything of mine and felt compelled to talk to me about it rather than staying in the shadows. For letting me have a sense of community and purpose. For choosing kindness and being by my side. I hope you know that you're in my thoughts every time I start sketching the bare bones of an idea.

This is dedicated to you.

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     How Y/n’s ship had made it out of the Milky Way was a miracle to her. What wasn’t was a crash landing on an exo-planet. She had zero clue if it was even safe for her to be here until she met Seungmin. He looked human but she learned quickly he wasn’t. Nonetheless, she still trusted him. However, she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice at this point. 

     Seungmin gave her a place to stay and managed to learn her language easily. She learned she’d landed on the planet called MIROH. Something she didn’t know on earth. Meeting his friends whom he threatened swore to secrecy. Not trusting many other people on the planet when it came to other species. Y/n didn’t mind staying in his home much. He was clean and he helped her adapt while she tried to figure out how she was going to get back home.

     His friends had taken a look at her ship with her and they’d concluded that it was fixable but it was going to take some time. It was damaged from its travels— most ships from Earth didn’t last long past the Milky Way galaxy. So she was here for a while.

     The eight aliens—or was she the alien now?— were great company in all honesty. But when you lived with one for so long and he was better than any other man she had met on earth, things were bound to happen. 

     After a good year— in MIROH’s orbit, not Earth orbit— of living with Seungmin, she’d come to realize she had developed feelings for him and she did her best to hide it since she could be leaving at any moment to go back home. But as the year dragged into the next, it looked less likely that she would be home on earth anytime soon. So, MIROH started to become her home and she became okay with having feelings for her roommate. 

     Seungmin on the other hand, had had an inkling of his feelings for her since he found her crashed ship. And like her, he kept to himself since she could leave at any moment and only acted on them when it appeared clear to him and his friends that her going back to Earth was highly unlikely. And if it weren’t for Jisung’s loud mouth, he would have kept them a secret too.

     But seven months after the incident, he was glad his friend had said something rather loudly.

     “Morning,” Y/n kissed her boyfriend’s cheek as he was making her a cup of coffee— or as she described it, coffee adjacent.

     “Morning,” He smiled as he turned and pulled her to him. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around him

     “Oh! Can I ask you a question?”

     “You just did but I’ll give you a second one.”

     “Haha, very funny. I was talking with Hyunjin yesterday—”

     “Terrible idea.”

     Y/n glared at him for a moment before continuing, “Anyways. He asked about our sex life.”

     “Why?”

     “Specifically about something I didn’t know you had.”

     “I have no idea what you are talking about.” He did. But he was deciding the best way to bury his friend’s body at the moment

     “Were you ever going to tell me you had tentacles? Or a breeding season?”

     “You’ve lived with me for two years and you didn’t know I had a breeding season?”

     “You were not around much when it occurred.”

     Seungmin sighed, “I was going to tell you eventually but I know it’s not something you’re used to and I didn’t want to scare you away.”

     “Min, respectfully, where am I going to go?”

     “I guess you’re right. But it’s still a lot more than what we do now.”

     “Well, tell me about it.”

     “Are you sure?”

     “Yep,” Y/n reached behind him, grabbed her cup of coffee, and dragged him over to the couch. Making him tell her every detail of it.

    His species breeding season was a few weeks away so they’d planned to just lock themselves away in the house until it was over, most of the aliens on the planet did anyways so it wouldn’t be weird. Seungmin had gathered supplies before the season started— most of which he had in the house anyway. He honestly wasn’t too sure how this was going to affect Y/n. He’d unfortunately heard from Chan and Minho that their species females were hyper fertile during the season so he didn’t know what to expect from his human girlfriend.

    Once the season changed, Seungmin felt it. They were up late again, Y/n was in the kitchen fixing something to snack on when she heard a loud groan from the living room. “You okay Min?”

    “No,” he groaned

    “What happened?”

    “It started.”

     It took Y/n a moment to remember what he was talking about. At first, she questioned if the men of MIROH got periods but then she remembered. Breeding season.

     “Come here, please,” Seungmin called.

     Y/n put her snack in the fridge and joined her boyfriend in the living room, at least for a second. Seungmin had stood quickly and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

     “Minnie!” She squealed, surprised by the strength she didn’t know he had to begin with.

     “Sorry,” He mumbled as he got into their bedroom. Practically throwing her on the bed.

     Y/n’s face grew warmer at the action. Watching as he stripped away his shirt and pinned her to the mattress, lips immediately attaching to hers. Y/n moaned into his lips as his hands pinned her wrists down to the mattress. Y/n was so used to him being more on the softer side, only sometimes being a little harder— explaining it linked to his species’ tendencies. Now she knew it meant their breeding season.

     Seungmin’s lips moved down to her neck, giving her a quick warning about his tentacles before two appendages were snaking up her shirt. They felt warm, not slimy like the movies on Earth would describe them. Though they were strong. They managed to tear her shirt off her and then wrap it around her breasts. Kneading them and playing with her nipples.

     “Min,” Y/n moaned as she arched into him

     “Fuck, you sound so good,” Seungmin moaned as his hands moved down from her wrists to pull down her bottoms and underwear. Getting rid of both pieces in one go.

     His middle finger slid inside her, pumping in and out of her. The two appendages that were on her breasts moved up and wrapped around her wrists. Holding her down against the bed as he marked up her neck, finger pumping in and out of her.

     “More,” Y/n whined

     “Yeah?” Seungmin teased as he slipped another finger into her. Y/n moaned in reply before he pushed his lips back to hers. Tongue finding its way into her mouth and twirling around hers. 

     His fingers moved in and out of her as she tried reaching for him. Needing to hold him but the tentacles holding her wrists kept her from doing so. Seungmin smiled against her lips, feeling her struggle against him. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed hold of her hands. Y/n laced her fingers with his as his tentacles moved and pushed down his pants and boxers. Y/n barely noticed until the appendages spread her legs. Seungmin pushed himself right against her. 

     Y/n moaned against his lips as he ground against her. Tentacles holding her legs open before they flipped her onto her stomach. Seungmin’s hands were on top of hers and kissed down her back. 

     “I love you,” Seungmin mumbled

     “Love you too,” Y/n mumbled 

     She felt two more warm—slightly wet— tentacles on her body. Prodding at both her holes. Y/n moaned as she pushed back against him. Seungmin smiled as one pushed into her cunt. Listening to her moans. The slipperiness of the tentacle helped slide in easily, the other tentacle worked slowly past the tight rim of her ass. Y/n moaned and squeezed around him. 

     Seungmin mumbled praises into her back as both slimy appendages made their way into her. Her fingers tightened around his before he pulled her head up with one tentacle. “Open your mouth for me, baby,” Seungmin commanded. 

     Y/n opened her mouth like he said to and a tentacle slipped down her throat. Y/n moaned around the appendage as the one inside her pussy started moving slowly out to push back in her. The tentacle in her throat moved with it. The only one staying still was in her ass. Seungmin still letting her adjust to him being in there. 

     Slowly the pace picked up a bit and the third one joined in. Y/n moaned as tears pricked her lash line. Seungmin held onto her hands as he mumbled praises into her back. Somehow she felt the tentacles getting deeper in her with each thrust. She felt him everywhere. In parts, she didn’t know that could be reached. It made her eyes almost roll back. Her jaw relaxed fully, hearing the noises that came from the tentacle fucking her throat. 

     “Fuck,” Seungmin groaned. One hand went under her and rolled her clit. Her walls tightened around him as he stimulated the little bud. Her moans were silenced by the appendage in her throat. His fingers worked quickly on the bud as she tightened around him more. Her hips started to buck erratically against his hand as he kissed her shoulder blades.

     She felt warmth in her throat as she was about to tip over the edge. Warm and sweet. Y/n’s eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit while he was filling her throat with his cum. Seungmin groaned behind her as the other two tentacles released his load into her. Pushing deep inside her and letting the cum fill her. Y/n moaned as she came down from her high while the tentacle left her throat. She caught her breath as Seungmin held her close to him.

     “Minnie.” Y/n’s voice was hoarse.

     “Sorry. It’s gonna take a minute,” her boyfriend told her

     She could feel the cum making its way into her. After a couple more moments, he pulled out of her and turned her around, laying her on her back and pushing into both holes again. 

     “Min!” Y/n gasped

     “Gotta make it stick baby,” He said as he started thrusting into her. “Gotta fill you up.”

     Y/n threw her head back as the tentacles kept her arms and legs pinned to the bed. Not letting her move her limbs. She felt another on her clit. Sucking on the bud as Seubgmin held onto her waist with his hands. Watching the tears fall from her lashline from the overstimulation. He did not know how much she could handle but he was almost blinded by the need to breed.

     “Minnie! I’m gonna cum!” Y/n cried out

     “Cum. Cum all over me baby,” Seungmin groaned

     He watched her hand clench and her limbs spasm slightly. Feeling the familiar warmth of her cum coating his cock as he started picking up his pace. Fucking her through the high then pulled her closer to him as he fucked her to his second high. Wrapping his arms around her as the two tentacles pumped into her before burying themselves deep in her again. Seungmin held her as close as he could as his cum filled her

     “Min,” Y/n mumbled

     “I’ve got you,” Seungmin kissed the side of her head

     “Sleepy,” Y/n groaned

     “I’ll clean you up when I’m finished then we can go to bed.”

     Y/n nodded and weakly wrapped her arms around him. Once he finished, he took her to the bathroom, getting both of them cleaned up and redressed.

     “Feel okay?” Seungmin asked as he got her in bed

     “Full,” Y/n grumbled

     “Oh baby, we still have a whole month left.”

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With a sleepy s/o

Pairing: skz Ot8 × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: headcanon, fluff, established relationship

Request: skz with a very sleepy s/o, kinda like han but worse lol.

Warnings: none

A/n: pink lee know can save lives | important highlight

Bang Chan

No one likes it more than him, trust me. He just loves it so much whenever you start to feel a bit drowsy and then sleep in his shoulder/lap. Partially because he thinks you're adorable when sleeping but partially because he feels he can protect you when you're vulnerable like that. He really really likes it

Lee Know

Please stop falling asleep all the time, his camera roll can't take it anymore. Seriously though, every time you sleep he takes thousands of pictures in all possible angles. He says it's because he wants to blackmail you but in reality he just finds you extremely adorable (won't admit that tho)

Changbin

He has like this sixth sense where he just knows you're about to fall asleep, no matter where he is. He physically needs to be like your pillow for whenever you're in this state. Always has a proud smile for when he manages to be there when you need him. Asks for the boys to take pictures of you both like that (they can't handle it anymore)

Hyunjin

The first time you fell asleep next to him he was a bit in shock, but now that he is used to it, he welcomes you with open arms whenever your eyes start to close. He is really satisfied with how you trust him enough to sleep around him, it never fails on making him smile

Han

We just know y'all sleeping together everywhere no matter what time it is. The world could be potentially ending but y'all would be cuddled up and sleeping on the nearest sofa. Honestly it's expected for you both to end up like this after a while, but it's also very cute of you ngl

Felix

Another one who sees this as an opportunity to cuddle everywhere, even if he doesn't feel sleepy in the slightest. He just really enjoys holding you while you dream. The boys took a picture of you both like that once to try to tease Felix but it didn't work at all, as he was extremely happy about it lmao

Seungmin

Also has a lot of pictures of you sleeping but you'll never know that because no way on earth he is showing you that, he might as well die of embarrassment. You also always wake up covered by his jacket/sweatshirt, warm and cozy.

I.N

Most likely to have you sleeping as his phone wallpaper and the least likely to change it. He's so relieved you can't see him when you're sleeping because he always gets this huge lovesick smile on him, he'd probably combust if you could see that.

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Yesssssss! Let's goooo

SKZ Ink - Series Masterlist

Well, y'all wore me down. I'll be expanding the SKZ Ink universe, writing for each member. I can't promise how often I'll post, but I've got plans to do something for each member. Comment below if you want to be added (or removed) from the taglist. xx Minty

Tattoo Artist & Shop Owner Chan x fem librarian reader

Of Kimchi & Ink [mini-series masterlist] > Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 // AO3 link - NSFW!

Tattoo Artist & Piercer Minho x ???

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Tattoo Artist & Shop Manager Felix x ???

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Taglist for Individual Members: Lee Know: Changbin: Hyunjin: Han: Felix: Seungmin: I.N:

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♰ Pairings: demon!matz x chubby!fem!reader, demon!wooyoung x chubby!fem!reader, a sprinkle of demon!san x chubby!fem!reader, (eventual priest yeosang/jongho/yungi x chubby!fem!reader in the future)

♰ Genre: demon au/horror/smut

♰ Summary: Congratulations, darling! It's your destiny to be impregnated by four demons in an ancient Satanic sex ritual that'll lead to the birth of the Antichrist and bring about the end times. Now hop down into this demons' layer and let's get this thing going. Armageddon awaits.

♰ Word Count: 3.1kish

♰ Warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex, no pulling out, double vaginal penetration, overstimulation, nipple play, breast play, rough sex, lots of breath play, ritualistic sex, scratching, a lil blood, oral sex (f receiving), sensory play, a lil nibbling, huge huge demon dicks so there's mucho vaginal stretching, the dicks can shapeshift (yes, shapeshift), demons give some dom vibes, reader's for sure subby, a lil possessiveness, demonic powers, religious themes, bondage, a lil choking, telepathy, your body's controlled via powers at some point, pet names (pet, little one, darling, good girl), and that should be it.

♰ A/N: Hold on, hear me out, I can explain. No, I can't. I'm a heathen. I like spooky shit and fucking demons so, ya know, here we are. This is the first part in a series I'm writing and it'll probably only get more unhinged from here honestly so, yeah, hop in babes. It's apocalypse time.

“And he asked him, ‘What is thy name?’And he answered saying, ‘My name is Legion, for we are many’” - Matthew 5:9

♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ Laberinto del Demonio ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰

Tucked away on the tree shrouded grounds of an aging Spanish manor, a labyrinth spirals deep into the earth. Beneath the lush grass and packed dirt, surrounded by the twisted roots of trees that feast upon the decaying corpses of those who attempt to intrude, this labyrinth is home to fearsome creatures who’ve peacefully slumbered here for hundreds of years. But tonight they awaken. For you. 

“Such a beautiful girl. Just let me…” Wooyoung compliments, fussing with a few flyaway strands of your hair. In the year that’s passed since Wooyoung came into your life all he’s done is fuss over you. You’ve never known a more attentive lover. Never met a man so intent on catering to your every whim.

Wooyoung likes to say that it’s the Fates that brought the two of you together but that’s more than a grave exaggeration on his part, it’s an outright lie. If he’d waited on the Fates it’d have been another 200 years before he stumbled upon a female descendant of your bloodline. Finding you by any means necessary, however brutal, was paramount to fulfill his mission and to soothe the heart that ached for what he lost when his love was stripped from him all those centuries ago.

Your resemblance to her is uncanny but everything else about you is incredibly unique. It stimulates him in endless ways, everyday with you marked by some new, exciting experience. He adores you beyond measure and the others, soaking you in through their collective consciousness, have grown incredibly fond of you too. 

“There. Perfect, as always” he smiles, taking a step back to admire your silk adorned figure glowing under the light of the moon.

Atop the labyrinth, you admire the torch lit staircase that spirals beneath you. It emits a certain energy that hangs heavy in the crisp autumn air, drawing you towards it. You know what awaits you tonight. Wooyoung went over it with you a dozen times in the last 24 hours alone. It’s something you long for, something that has your body flush with heat at the mere thought of. Yet you can’t seem to shake the nerves that have your fingers trembling as the handsomely dressed dark haired man takes your hand.

Wooyoung strokes your cheek and you soften at his touch, “Are you nervous, my pet?” 

“Not nervous. It’s just…” you sigh, nibbling at your inner lip, “What if I’m not who you think I am? What if I can’t handle it?” 

Wooyoung lets out a laugh you’ve come to liken to a jackal. Loud, mischievous, and undeniably his. “Can’t handle it? It’s that all you’re worried about?” 

He steps in closer to you, stealing a quick, passionate kiss from your crimson stained lips. “You were made for this. In every lifetime you have been and in every lifetime you’ll always be. Now come, the others are waiting.” You soak in Wooyoung’s words, forever a sponge ready to absorb his praise, and gift him the faint smile he needs to lead you forward.

Less forward, more down. 

Down past walls built of jagged stone, thick vines weaving between the cracks sprouting tiny emerald flowers you’ve never seen before. Down past ancient symbols carved in meticulously measured increments. It seems to be instructions of some sort. For what you aren’t sure but a tugging in the pit of your stomach tells you that you’ll soon find out. 

At last reaching the bottom of the labyrinth you find yourself in a cavernous room dimly illuminated by a hundred or so candles. At the center you spot a large pool of slithering black silk not unlike that which hugs your body. Wooyoung leads you to the center and, as he does, you feel the material begin to writhe against your skin. It snakes its way around your curves, exposing your plush figure to the warmth of the pit as you sense you’ve become one with it.

A chorus of voices begin whispering in your ear, invisible hands grasping at your most intimate areas. Wooyoung captures your lips in another kiss, already groaning at thoughts of what he has planned for you. His hands wander below your waist, fingernails growing sharper as they sink into the softness of your ass. You throw your arms around him, deepening the kiss, but he indulges you only for a brief moment before he begins to back away.

“Soon, my love” he says without speaking a word, “See you on the other side.” 

“Woo, wait!” you call out to him but a strong wind whips through the room, extinguishing the flames of the outer candles and swallowing him into darkness. The force of the wind knocks you off your feet but you land with no impact at all, the pit catching you in its embrace, thin strips of silk winding around your thighs. The air around you floods with laughter layered upon laughter, Woo’s melded somewhere in between. 

“Aah, finally I see her through my own eyes” a voice breathes out, tickling your spine. 

“Such a precious little human. So cute” another much deeper voice hums, the vibration ringing through your chest. 

“And she looks so, so…” a third voice chimes in, light as a feather, “Soft!” 

In the blink of an eye the silk wrapped around your thigh transforms into a hand, pitch black with razor sharp claws dripping a thick scarlet liquid down your leg. You let out a scream of absolute terror and it transforms back into the harmless material. It’s as if it were all in your head and the hand was never there to begin with.

“Seonghwa, you’re scaring her!” Wooyoung shouts and invisible arms envelope you, comforting you as your fear subsides. 

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry. I got a little carried away” Seonghwa apologizes, emerging from the pit in his human form.

He swims through the pit as if it were a pool, only his torso visible as he comes between your legs, his much gentler hands smoothing their way up your thigh. You don’t recognize the face of this beautifully androgynous creature but you’re positive you’ve felt his energy around you before.

“Is this better for you?” he asks, breath hitching at the sight of the slick, sweet arousal dripping from your core. 

“Seonghwa?” you moan his name for the first time as his tongue extends to flick your bud. “Woo’s told me so much about you.”

A shimmer of gold ripples across the dark pools that sit where his eyes should be, lips curling into a grin that’s both alluring and sinister. “Aah and what did he tell you about me? Good things?” he asks, his tongue whipping down to prod your tight hole. Seonghwa delights in the string of moans you release as he teases you, pushing his moist tongue into you little by little. Your walls eager to grant him entrance, stretching to accommodate the increasing thickness and length of his tongue. 

“Good? Y-yes, good” you breathe out, shocked at the depths his tongue manages to reach. There are no limitations, no bottoming out. He slips his way into every part of you. Tickling the back of your stomach, lapping at your walls in every direction at once. You can taste yourself on the back of your tongue, a sudden fullness in your throat suppressing your desperate moans. Your body’s no longer yours. It does only what he wishes it to. Moves only as he commands. 

“You’re being greedy. Share her. Now” something inhuman growls, breaking through the fog in your mind.

It’s not something you were meant to hear, the shedding of those performative voices existing solely for your comfort, but you’re far from afraid. On the contrary, such brutality laced with so much need has you clenching tighter, juices gushing out of you as Seonghwa’s tongue thrusts harshly into your core.

Seonghwa grunts defiantly, lifting you a few inches above the pit without laying a finger on you. Your arms dangle at your sides, fingertips grasping at nothing as your body arches against air. Droplets of your arousal run down your thigh, landing on the silk below and the creatures around you release a collective sigh of satisfaction. They can taste you, the ghost of your flavor lingering on their tongues. 

“You are like the other women in your bloodline…” the inhuman voice whispers, becoming more human the closer it gets, “Delicious.”

Two hands reach from outside of your field of vision to caress your plump breasts, firmly pinching your sensitive nipples. Your head falls to the side and you're met with another new face. This one more boyish in his handsomeness but more authoritative in his presence. Wooyoung told you that you’d know his leader when you met him. That you’d feel this immense need to gain his approval, to be as obedient to him as you can be.

“This is Hongjoong” you think and the leader smiles in response.

“Delicious and smart, mmm” he hums, leaning into your neck and breathing your scent deep into his lungs. “Let her speak.” 

The fullness vacates your throat at once, leaving you gasping for air, all those suppressed moans echoing off the labyrinth’s walls. Seonghwa’s tongue flutters softly inside of you now, his pace slowing just enough for you to speak. 

“You know what you’re here for, don’t you little one? Our Wooyoung’s explained it to you well?” Hongjoong asks, kissing you on the neck, his canines nicking at your smooth, fragrant flesh.

You let out a whine, adrenaline coursing through your veins, “Yes…he…everything…told me.”

Hongjoong laughs at your incoherence, finding it quite adorable, “And this is what you want? To let us have our way with you?” He releases one of your breasts, twisting the bud one last time before his hand's gliding down your body to grab handfuls of your belly. “To let us fill you with our seed and let it grow so that we’ll be, all of us, a family?” 

You’re fixated on him, a constellation of tears twinkling on your lashes, “I want it. I want this.” 

“Aah, then we shouldn’t waste any more time” Hongjoong sighs, gesturing to Seonghwa, “Let’s take her together, shall we?” 

Seonghwa’s tongue retreats slowly from your core in an S motion that makes the tip lash sharply at your walls on its way out. The space between you and the pit below begins to close, all current information misleading you to believe the arms you fall into will belong to Hongjoong.

“Relax your body and watch the skies” Seonghwa instructs as you fall against his chest and the vines between the stone walls climb their way up the ceiling. They radiate a vibrant amethyst, the sprouting emerald flowers emitting a sparkling dust that mists through the air. A trail of it drifts down the wall, drawing your attention to the shadows cast upon it by the light of the candles.

That’s when you see it. The silhouette of the creature crawling its way up your body. You’ve yet to feel him but he’s there, advancing up your figure, twisted horns brushing your cheek as it’s face meets yours. Hongjoong takes you carefully by the throat, tilting your head to face him in his human form, “The skies not the shadows, pet. Never our shadows.” It isn’t a threat and it need not be. Your obedience is promised, sealed with a kiss richer than any wine.

Hongjoong’s mouth sips hungrily from yours as he spreads your legs, the swollen head of his cock leaking arousal as it stretches your already soaked core. “Mmphmm” you whine between his lips, your lids squeezing shut the further he pushes into you. He grants pleasure to your walls unlike any the earthly realm could bring. He seems to transform inside of you, shifting into whatever he must to perfectly fill every ridge of your delicate pussy.

Your body wants to clench around him, to feel him as completely as it can but, no matter how hard you try, an invisible barrier prevents it. Anatomy 101 dictates that, with the size of what you’ve taken, there should be not a centimeter of free space. By all means you should be screaming in agony, not pouring out such blissful moans. But, as Woo said, you were made for this and so there’s room still when Seonghwa’s palms come to rest behind your knees, hips rising to lift his pulsing length into your warmth.

Your eyes fall open and Hongjoong breaks from the kiss, freeing you to gurgle and moan as you at last watch the skies. There’s no need for clenching now, no possible way for you to do so. Buried deep within you, they exist both as one and as two. As one when they thrust into you, their demonic growls contrasting the lightness of your moans. As two when they split at the head, charting their own courses to punish your tender nerve endings. 

Seonghwa nuzzles against your neck, licking beads of sweat from your shoulder before it extends down to trace your collarbone. Hongjoong cups one of your breasts, fingertips digging into its plushness as he purses his lips around your nipple, suckling at the bud. Seonghwa’s tongue envelopes your other breast, the tip of his tongue circling your nipple.

Your body’s overcome with an unnatural heat that ravages you like a wildfire. Your mind’s whirling as you think of everything and nothing at once. Your teary eyes remain glued to the skies—always the skies, never their shadows—and your senses begin to shift. No longer are you smelling the honeyed scent of the flowers, you’re tasting it. And what you smell are colors, amethyst and emerald now aromatic as if they were herbs. 

“You are such a beauty to behold” Hongjoong’s voice praises, breaking through the fractured barriers of your mind. 

Seonghwa’s voice coasts in after his. “We haven’t felt this alive in centuries” it says, tickling your consciousness as does the breath at the back of your neck. “Maybe we could keep her like this. Whining and quivering between us. Forever our plaything. Would you like that, darling?” 

Hongjoong dips a hand between your legs, gathering your slick and dragging his drenched fingers across your lips. His laughter rings out in your head, “I think she likes the idea of it. Maybe…”

“Aaah!” you let out a scream that cracks to pieces in your throat. You’re hit with a rush that makes you feel absolutely feral, your nails thrashing at Hongjoong’s back as it overtakes you. 

“Good girl” he coos, unphased by the blood trickling from his wounds, “Come your pretty little brains out for us.” 

Seonghwa allows your legs to drop, strips of silk reaching up to coil around your ankles. His arms come around your waist, keeping you in place to fuck into you harder and faster. Thrusting. Pulsing. Claiming you. Flooding you with their seed until it’s spilling from your core and you’re coming all over their cocks, soaking them in your juices. Never in your life have you felt this perfect. This complete.

It’s impossible to differentiate between the labored breathing shared between the three of you. Even as you drift down from your high your breaths all sound as if they’ve left the same body. You arrived at this place a human but maybe now not as much. A part of you has been given away and, if it means feeling this way forever, you don’t want it back. 

Seonghwa softly brushes your hair away from your cheek, showering it in kisses, “You’ll rest with us now.” 

“Don’t be afraid” Hongjoong says, kissing his way down your tummy, “It can get a bit dark down here.”

“Down where?” you ask weakly before you’re snatched beneath the surface of the pit. Instinctively you begin flailing your limbs in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from drowning but your panic’s soothed by the two sets of arms cuddling up to you.

Surrounded by their warmth, you let the darkness swallow you and drift off to sleep. 

♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ 2. Despertar ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰ ♰

“Woo!” you scream, shooting upright, your heart pounding in your ears. You can’t fathom how long you’ve been asleep, the finer details of the previous events lost in the haze of sleep. You look around for Woo, for any of them, but you’re met only with the light, sparkling mist that hung from the ceiling above the pit.

Stretching your aching legs you feel something slink across them. “Wh…what is this?” you gasp, watching the fluorescent vines curiously explore your figure. Flower buds bloom as the vines reach between your legs, curving to ride your thighs up and around your torso. 

“Pretty aren’t they?” Woo asks, appearing behind you without a sound. 

“Woo, you scared me!” you pout, tempted to elbow him in the shin for frightening you so terribly. 

Woo crouches down to loop his arms around you from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to be so easily frightened all things considered” he teases, resting his chin on your shoulder. A graceful wave of his hand and he’s plucked a flower from the vine, twirling it before your eyes. You marvel at its beauty, the emerald glow creating a halo around your irises.

“Where do these come from?” you ask, brimming with wonder.

There’s a rustling in a nearby corner, the silhouette of a broad shouldered man emerging from the darkness. He smiles at you as he steps into the light of the mist, striking you with his features. Woo tucks the flower behind your ear, pointing to the approaching man. “They come from the mountain.” 

The man kneels before you, his dimpled cheeks inches from your face, and the vines tighten around you at his will. “But you can call me San” he says, obviously as smitten with you as you are with him. “Are you ready for us, love?”

You swallow hard and take your last full breath of air before the vine’s snug around your neck. “Yes, mmm, ready” you moan softly, surrendering to the strength of the vines. 

San takes you by the chin, his thumb tracing your jawline, “Hmm, breaking you will be fun. Just try not to look down too much. Might get lightheaded.” 

“Down?” you ask, glancing around at the bed of vines. You put all of your focus into watching them, searching for something you might’ve missed. But they’re as they were before, humming and glowing, doing their master’s bidding.

San guides your head in the opposite direction, revealing the pit of writhing black silk and the room illuminated with candles. 

“Oh, darling, haven’t you figured it out yet? You aren't down there anymore” Wooyoung laughs, tossing a flower into the air and watching it drift down into the pit, “You’re up here.”