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White Out
Spinoff to Fighting Instinct
Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9
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O.M.G. This was P E R F E C T im soooo dead and alive im having all mix emotions, Nin's just did THAT. WHAT A QUEEN. thank you jesus, for making me in the same time period. Amazing only the best from our Queen of coures. Ive been sooo hype for this since you posted the summary. A girl is shoook
My Soul to Burn
Part of the EXO Demon Series
Genre: Demon AU
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Minseok
Summary: Unknown to the mortals, the world was plunging into chaos. But Minseok couldn’t care less. He was still able to take assignments, able to continue in collecting souls of the gullible. As long as he could do his job, he didn’t care what the angels or his boss were up to. Out stalking his next target, he met you, someone who could see him even when he chose to be invisible. At first, he shrugged you off, not interest in the mystery. But after another chance encounter, Minseok was intrigued. As your abnormality could have a part to play in the war against the angels, he was reluctantly keeping you close. With you as warm as he was cold, he tried to stay the terrifying demon while being haunted by Kris’ last words…
Part: 1
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These cliff hangers just keep on making me want to throw my phone across the room!!!. Omg that was sooo extra amazing. I was making theories the whole day about what could happend.This chapter was everything i imagine and moreeeee. This is the quality writing i expect from our amazing Nin's of course.💖💖💖💖 yesss my Queen out here feeding me extra good.
White Out
Spinoff to Fighting Instinct
Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8
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Im soooo confuse but im also dead!!!!
Last Things
Pairing: Kim Jongin x female reader, featuring Byun Baekhyun
Genre: Futuristic/dystopian/gothic/magic AU
Summary: A daring young member of an obscure religious order, you walk the humid, low-lit streets of the city at night, where you encounter a mysterious young man.
Warning: Mention of risqué situations.
Part: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4
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Before you could give Baekhyun an answer, a dark, sensual bass line started pumping from the stage at the front of the club, socking your eardrums with every propulsive note. A general cheer swarmed through the sticky indoor air. You felt sick.
“Ooh,” said Baekhyun interestedly, turning toward the sound. “Care to watch the show?”
“Not if there’s going to be stripping,” you replied coldly, to which your fairy-like companion grinned.
“No guarantees.” He grabbed your hand and tugged. “Come on! It’ll be an experience. Maybe it’ll help you relax so you can open up to me, tell me what you really came here for.”
“Let go of my hand!” You yanked free from his grasp, shooting daggers with your eyes. “I am a religious sister. Physical contact with men is kind of taboo for us.”
Baekhyun’s impish grin widened as he shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He sauntered in the direction of the stage, and man, you did not want to follow him… but you had to admit, it was less scary to be in this environment when he was nearby. So you kept your eyes down and walked in single file behind Baekhyun’s shiny boots, feeling the thumping music grow louder with every step you took.
When Baekhyun finally stopped moving, you risked a glance around. You were standing next to a slick black leather loveseat, with an uncomfortably good view of the stage. In the edge of your eyesight, you could see a line of men in red suits, dancing in sync. Baekhyun sat down, cranking a lever on the side of the loveseat so that his half of it reclined. He smiled at you winsomely. “Join me?”
You frowned, curling up protectively on the opposite side and drawing your hood so low over your face that you could barely either see or be seen. No way in the world were you going to watch this disgusting show. Unless…
Okay, you did raise your head just enough to get a look at the row of suit-clad dancers. You made a brief scan of their faces before stubbornly looking down again. None of them was the white-haired boy. Ugh, and plus, the dance moves you had just glimpsed were now burned onto your brain in high definition. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to block out the heavy, sickening rhythms and the catcalls from the crowd.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Baekhyun out of the blue, his voice joining the audience in an especially noisy ripple of whoops and shouts. You clenched your teeth. God, get me out of here. You didn’t want to know what was going on out there. Your only thought was surviving until the end of this dance, so you could leave discreetly between acts.
And just like that, the music screeched to a halt. Everyone in the audience screeched, too. Baekhyun was laughing and clapping gleefully, reminding you so much of a little kid, except little kids weren’t allowed in places like this. You peeked at him sidelong from underneath your hood.
“Can we please leave?” you hissed, but Baekhyun’s eyes were glued to the stage, and the light illuminating his face was changing from hot electric red to cool oceanic blue.
“Can we leave?” you repeated a little more urgently, your heart pounding as you felt the entire atmosphere in the club shift from energized… to hypnotized.
“Wait, wait.” Baekhyun bit his lip, leaning forward. “If this is who I think it’s gonna be, it’s worth staying. This guy is so good.”
Against your will, you felt a chill sweep your body. “What guy?”
“And not just, like, stripper good. I mean, he is good good.”
“Who?” you demanded, a strange feeling rising in your chest. And then the room went dark.
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In the pitch-black darkness, an eerie twist of high, synthesized music arose. And then a single light began to grow in the center of the stage, pale and ghostly, like the first breath of dawn.
In the center of the light stood your boy. The breathtaking boy with the wild white hair and the long legs and the aura of command and dignity. He was alone, frozen in the middle of that dark stage, back to the crowd, arms splayed out like albatross wings.
And then he started move. One arm shifted upward, the other flowed downward, like liquid. As he slowly turned to gaze over his shoulder, his midnight eyes flared with fierce black light.
Your heart stopped.
The first beat dropped, and that hypnotic blue glow returned, sweeping the stage from right to left as the boy was released from his trance-like first position. Faster than light, he snapped with military precision to face the room, then immediately rolled his head back, luxuriously displaying the length of his neck. Heat flooded your face as you realized how he was dressed. He wore a black leather jacket dripping with fringe, but underneath, there was nothing but a strappy leather harness, and a choker collar with a metal hoop. He still had the clingy leather pants you had seen on the street, and his feet were bare.
Your toes curled. Bare like yours.
Judging by the rapt silence from Baekhyun’s quarter, this was the guy he had been talking about – the dancer who was not just stripper good, but good good. And you could instantly understand that assessment. Sure, the music was gaining momentum, throbbing with sensuality, and so was the boy. But there was something more – something that kept you staring in awe, even when you wanted to blush and hide your face. His quick, sharp movements had a bite that stung, sending shrieks through the watching assembly, while his wide, soaring motions made you feel that he was airborne. And all the while his face reflected his every move in a vivid, seamless slideshow of emotion. Bitter, euphoric, satisfied, yearning, triumphant, tortured… the feelings flowed across his features with ease and authority, while his body seemed possessed by the spirit of dance itself.
When he slid the fringed jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, you hands flew to your face, but you only clapped them over your mouth, not your eyes. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. His body was so beautiful. Even an inexperienced, sheltered creature like yourself could tell that. He was a work of art. Your heart ached at the sight of him.
Of course, the audience was going insane. But as his lithe, muscular form continued to heave with the rhythm of the dance, his bronze skin shimmering, you found yourself more and more absorbed by the look lurking deep within his eyes. Was it your imagination, or was that truly loneliness etched there, in excruciating detail?
The crowd was heckling him now, yelling lewd remarks, telling him to take off the rest of what he was wearing; but he just kept dancing and, in spite of everything, he somehow looked so… innocent. Lost in his own world, burying himself in his art form, surrendering himself to a higher beauty, a higher passion that no one in this miserable madhouse seemed to understand.
It didn’t register until you flinched from the feeling of your fingernails piercing into your palms: you were angry. Angry at this place. Angry at this crowd, these people who didn’t care about the boy in front of them for any reason other than their own physical gratification. Their shouting and jeering beat against your head, enraging you more with every second that passed – and then. Then you saw a man from the audience lunging toward the stage, clearly intoxicated out of his mind. He was headed right for the white-haired boy, and no one was stopping him.
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You felt the floor lurching past your feet at high speeds. The stage rushed toward you in a frightening blur. The next second, you were storming the steps leading up to the platform and throwing your body in front of the oncoming drunkard, with a ferocity you didn’t know you were capable of.
“Back off,” you fumed, staring straight into the big man’s bloodshot eyes.
For a moment, he wavered; then he grinned and hacked up a laugh that reeked of alcohol, raising an elbow to push you aside. In a reflexive action that surprised you more than anyone, you kneed him hard and fast in the groin, and he roared.
“Out of my way, you…!” He was screaming expletives at you now, crushing your shoulders in his huge, hot hands, his raging voice mingling with the syncopations of the boy’s dance music. Your mind swam with lights and sounds and terror, already sensing the bruises his brutal grip must be making on your weak shoulders… until suddenly you felt a pair of long, slender hands around your waist, dragging you away from the drunk man.
“Don’t touch her,” came a voice of velvet and steel. The sound sent shivers down your spine.
“Don’t touch him!” you gasped angrily, kicking at the inebriated man as he lunged toward you again; but to your relief, two burly security guards appeared at his side, pulling him back down the steps firmly.
“Thanks for your assistance,” one of them said to you, nonetheless giving you a dirty look that plainly stated, please don’t try to do our jobs for us again.
“You’re… welcome,” you answered, all at once dizzy as you felt the eyes of the entire club watching you in disbelief. And you felt something else, too: those warm, gentle, gracious hands, still clinging to your waist.
The hands slipped from your body as you turned around, heart in your throat, and found yourself face to face with the white-haired boy.
Up close, you could a thin patina of makeup streaming in sweat down his face; moisture travelled in dewdrops from under his choker collar, pouring down his naked torso with those beautifully cut muscles… you blushed violently, your eyes jerking back up to his face. White blond hair framed his head like a halo; black eyeliner and smoky eye shadow pooled around his beautiful eyes, which were blinking endlessly, painfully, as if… you froze.
His eyes… were they full of tears?
A security guard clamped a hand around your arm.
“Come on, off the stage,” he said brusquely. You whirled around, finding the boy’s face again. Maybe you had imagined it. His chest was rising and falling, but that was to be expected – he had just been dancing. Those could be tears flowing down his cheeks, but it could also just be sweat. Before you could decide, he turned his back and staggered to the center of the stage, picked up his jacket from the floor, and flung it over his shoulders. In another moment, he vanished backstage, and darkness fell on the room – and in your heart.
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Baekhyun was sitting wide-eyed in his reclining loveseat, knees bunched up by his face, apparently too stunned to move.
“Hey. Thanks for helping out up there,” you muttered as you approached.
He stared at you, looking almost frightened. “Nuns… nuns knee people in the…?”
“If the opportunity arises,” you interrupted, striding past him. “I’m out of here.”
“Wait!” Baekhyun scrambled to his feet, jogging lightly after you. “What was that up there? What just happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know him?”
You snorted. “The drunk?”
“No, Kai.”
Kai. That must be the boy. So he finally had a name. You pulled your hood further over your face, shielding your eyes from your surroundings. You swore you had never seen much use in this hood before tonight.
“No,” you said at last. “I don’t know him. You seem to?”
“Well, almost everyone around here knows about Kai,” Baekhyun explained. “He’s a big favorite here at Sinsation, for one, on account of his extremely good dancing, and also on account of his extremely hot hotness.”
“R-right.” Your mouth twisted at the embarrassing accuracy of Baekhyun’s description. You were coming to the front lobby now, where gaudily garbed clubbers still streamed nonstop through the entrance.
“Are you sure you don’t know him, though? Because the way you two were looking at each other made me feel like you… oooooooohhh!” When you darted a quizzical glance at Baekhyun, you found him positively gleaming with mischief. He faced you and grinned nastily. “I bet he’s your secret lover boy.”
You flushed scarlet. “Baekhyun!”
Baekhyun shook his head, wagging a finger in your face. “Bad girl, Sister! How dare you try to keep secrets from your best friend? You should really tell me everything! You know…” He winked slowly. “Everything.”
“…Baekhyun!”
Baekhyun laughed, scampering away from your swinging fists into a shadowy corner of the lobby. And there, emerging cautiously from a door with a pink neon sign above it announcing EMPLOYEES ONLY… there was Kai.
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This only keeps exceeding my expectation, i've never read something this unique. There should be a much better word than amazing to describe this. Im shook and dead of how brilliant this is.💖💖💖💖💖
Last Things
Pairing: Kim Jongin x female reader, featuring Byun Baekhyun
Genre: Futuristic/dystopian/gothic/magic AU
Summary: A daring young member of an obscure religious order, you walk the humid, low-lit streets of the city at night, where you encounter a mysterious young man.
Warning: Mention of risqué situations.
Part: Prologue, 1, 2, 3
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A whole street full of two-ton metal behemoths slammed toward you with headlights flaring and brakes screaming, while your mind announced in a remarkably casual voice, So this is the end. Years of repeating the sisters’ macabre chant about the Last Things must have hardened you to this moment. “We remember you, O Death.” Yes, you remembered. And you were ready to die.
But you didn’t.
“Sister!” a voice cried out.
You looked up. You were hugging the sweaty black lamppost on the opposite side of the intersection like a long-lost lover. The light had changed, and Baekhyun the street magician was hurrying as fast as his high-heeled boots would carry him through the now-peaceful crosswalk. You had vague memories of successfully sprinting at the speed of sound past all kinds of oncoming traffic about ten seconds ago.
Dumb luck. Or maybe a miracle.
“You must be crazy, Sister.” Baekhyun flung his arms wide to show just how crazy he considered you to be, as he swung up beside you with flatly staring eyes. “I mean, sure, you’re a good runner, but that was stupid! You could have died.”
“Sorry,” you faltered. “It’s just…”
You wheeled around, suddenly remembering your mission. The boy. Where was he?
Aha! There. Up ahead, you caught a glimpse of stunning white blond hair amidst the sea of begrimed gothic humanity, dipping in and out of neon light and total darkness.
Perfect. Except… when you glanced back over your shoulder, Baekhyun was still staring at you suspiciously, obviously waiting to hear why you had just risked death to get to this side of the street.
“I’m… just trying to catch up with someone.” You made yourself say it in the most boring tone of voice possible, setting off at a brisk barefoot stride and hoping Baekhyun would resist the temptation to follow you.
Of course not.
“Who?” asked Baekhyun curiously, tagging along just as you suspected he would.
“Just…” You sighed. “A friend.”
“Nuns have friends?”
You felt yourself punching his arm impatiently.
“Ow!” he whimpered, hopping back from you, his face contorting in mingled pain, shock, and delight. “Nuns punch people?!”
“Nuns do whatever they want,” you lied the lie to end all lies.
Baekhyun squinted at you, suddenly sly. “Do nuns have lovers, too?”
“Look, are you always this frustrating?” you demanded, swinging a fist in his general direction. He dodged with a dramatic backbend.
“Always,” Baekhyun said gleefully, with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it. But where exactly are you going? I never knew nuns went places. Are you hooking up with your secret lover at a whorehouse or something?”
You spun at him, barely stopping yourself from shoving him into the street. This guy had the mind of an adult with the filter of a five-year-old, and it was not what you needed right now. Not when you were so close to getting a better look at the white-haired boy after nine nights of waiting.
“Baekhyun,” you said graciously, in your best attempt at Sister Immaculata’s airy, lofty, ultra-nun-like tone. “It was a blessing to meet you, Baekhyun, but I wonder if, perhaps, this is where we part.”
There was a moment of silence that vibrated with city noise, as the two of you stared at each other: a barefoot, simply-clad Sister of the Last Things, and a magician in heels whose bare chest gleamed under his glittery tuxedo jacket. Not likely travelling companions in the least. Yet something about Baekhyun’s face looked so soft under the diffuse multicolor light that you felt a surge of pity sting your heart. For the second time, you thought you saw sadness shining in his overly-made-up, childlike eyes.
But all Baekhyun said, in a chipper, sing-song, untroubled voice, was, “Okay.”
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The white-haired boy had long, flowing legs, like a model or a dancer. Tonight they were clad in an inky black leather that clung to every contour. A blue-black velvet jacket with a dramatic high collar, worthy of Dracula, shielded his back, while delicate silver chains hung from his right ear, swishing as he moved.
You had managed to worm your way through the pedestrian horde until you found yourself right behind the group of young men he was walking with, pressing as close as you could to their party without being conspicuous. He was in the middle, flanked all around by punk henchmen of various races and sizes. All of them were dressed theatrically, but none walked with the same quiet power as the white-haired boy. Even from the back, his presence was compelling. You wondered what he did for a living, whether his grace and elegance emanated from his profession or his class, or something deeper.
As the young men moved through the night, the crowd thickened like syrup, slowing nearly to a stop in front of a gaudy edifice that shimmered with a thousand sickening lights in shades of purple, pink, and red. Above the doors – and there were several, each one guarded by a stout man in a uniform – a huge cursive word glowed in blinking, rippling, sparkling, changing-color neon: Sinsation.
A wolf whistle pierced the air, followed by a little flurry of approving shrieks and yells. “Gonna give us a good show tonight, boys?” someone hollered, and one of the young men at the rear of the white-haired boy’s group rotated to face whoever had shouted, ripping off his red leather jacket and exposing an impressively muscular upper body. Everyone who noticed whooped appreciatively, intensifying their applause when he did a few aggressive body rolls before turning on a dime and marching through one of the open doorways, unstopped by the doorman. The other boys had already disappeared within.
You swallowed hard, suddenly queasy. Sinsation? What was this place? Was this where your mystery boy worked? Everything in you – your training, your background, your conscience, your self-preservation instinct – was screaming at you to get out of here. You sensed danger – if nothing else, a threat to your blissful innocence probably lurked beyond those portals. Yet deep inside, you still longed to see more of the white-haired boy. You almost felt you owed it to yourself to learn a little more about him, having come this far without learning much of anything.
There was a queue of noisily talking and laughing people processing one at a time through the central set of doors, apparently paying an entry fee to the doorman as they crossed the threshold. Well, that settled it. You couldn’t follow your mystery boy through the gates of Sinsation, because you didn’t have any money. As a religious sister, you didn’t exactly carry a purse full of cash and credit cards.
Forget that. As a religious sister, you didn’t exactly go to shady-looking nightclubs with names like “Sinsation.” You snorted. The combination of cheesy and sleazy was killing you.
“All right, Mother, please forgive me,” you murmured under your breath – a hasty apology to your old friend the Blessed Virgin. Trying to bury a rising feeling of disappointment and melancholy, you turned, preparing to make the long and lonely trek back to the motherhouse. You had seen more than enough for one night.
That’s when you bumped into someone’s chest.
“Nuns go to strip clubs?”
You looked up into a familiar boyish face. Baekhyun grinned whimsically.
You frowned. “I thought I told you not to follow me.”
“I can see why!” Baekhyun exulted, surveying the rowdy landscape more than a little smugly. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. This evening was getting worse and worse.
“Listen, if you really want to get in…” Baekhyun kept glancing around, his attention seemingly diverted by the carnival of sights and sounds.
“I don’t!” you yelled over the racket, but either he didn’t hear you or he didn’t believe you, because the next second he was smirking close to your ear.
“Come on,” he mumbled, guiding you through the chaos with his hand on your back. You should have given him a brief but bracing education regarding the fact that physical contact with males was actually (believe it or not) kind of a no-no for nuns, but you were too distracted by literally everything to make your mouth form the words. Where was he taking you?
“Where are you taking me?” you asked finally. But it was becoming all too clear: Baekhyun was pushing you toward the door to the left of the main entrance. The same one the troupe of boys had walked through.
“Hey! That’s not the line. Get in the ******* line!” roared a voice from the queue of clubgoers. Baekhyun laughed and ignored them.
“Really, I don’t need to go in,” you insisted nervously as Baekhyun smiled at the scowling doorman.
“Hello!” he chirped, then turned to you and half-whispered, “No one needs to go to a place like Sinsation. That’s beside the point.”
“This isn’t the line,” growled the doorman, while Baekhyun whipped some sort of black card out of his inner pocket and flashed it discreetly.
“I’m a personal friend of the Parks,” he said, and the doorman’s facial expression completely changed as he stepped aside and waved both of you through the doorway.
You were inside a strip club. You were a Sister of the Last Things and you were inside a strip club.
“What is happening?” you moaned.
“Don’t worry about it. The owner’s son is my best friend in the world.” Baekhyun was tucking the card back into his jacket. You whirled at him and he threw up his hands in self-defense.
“Is this really a strip club?” you snapped. You were trying hard not to look at anything in the tawdry low lighting around you, assuming that everyone in your peripheral vision was probably getting naked.
Baekhyun laughed. “Well, yes, and no. It’s a club with dancers. Not all of them actually strip – at least, not on stage – but…”
You visibly flinched at that last part. You could not be further outside your comfort zone right now, and for once, you weren’t enjoying the feeling. Maybe you weren’t as rebellious as you had always believed.
“Hey.” Baekhyun took a step toward you, looking down at you almost caringly. Hearing his quieter tone, you met his eyes. “Tell me the truth, Sister. Why did you come here? I know I’ve been teasing you, but you must have had a good reason for walking all this way. Were you meeting someone? Like I said, I do know the owners. I might know someone else you’d be looking for, too.”
Here was the moment of truth. Did you tell him or not? If you told him, what would you even tell him? How could you put something so strange into words? You, a religious sister, had a probably-illegal habit of sneaking out of your convent to stroll the city streets at night, and in your wanderings you had seen – just seen, not even met – a boy that caught your attention. And now after spending the past nine evenings obsessing over him, you had stalked him down to what you could only assume must be his place of employment, and it just so happened to be a… well, at least a part-time strip club. You had no idea why you had followed him. You had no idea what you saw in him. And you certainly had no idea what would happen if you actually tried to meet him.
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White Out
Spinoff to Fighting Instinct
Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7
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Kim Minseok//Ugly
Summary: When your absent father dies and leaves you his tattoo parlour in his will, you are completely baffled and unsure of what to do with it. Your brother convinces you to make a go of it, and in doing so you hire artist Kim Minseok, known in the tattoo industry as the illustrious Xiumin. ft. annoying brother Baekhyun lmao Scenario: tattoo artist!au Word Count: 13,976 (I…wow. I couldn’t stop myself jfc)
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My Soul to Keep
Genre: Demon AU
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Kris Wu
Summary: Kris never had a problem with what he was. He’d bargain and make deals with mortals in exchange for their souls. It was just the job. But when an assignment puts you in his path, he’s suddenly questioning his existence. As the consequences of his choices catch up with him, how much in harms way will you be?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11
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Last Things
Pairing: Kim Jongin x female reader, featuring a surprise guest!
Genre: Futuristic/dystopian/gothic/magic AU, angst
Summary: A daring young member of an obscure religious order, you walk the humid, low-lit streets of the city at night, where you encounter a mysterious young man.
Part: Prologue, 1, 2
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You bolted upright in bed, casting off your twisted blankets and breathing hard. You’d had the dream again; you knew it. Now if only you could remember it.
The afternoon sun slanted sweetly through the diamond-shaped panes of your cell window, leaving a square of crisscross light on the hard wood floor. You smashed your hands against your face, trying, as you always did, to recollect the content of the dream that had awakened you. Somehow you knew you were having the same dream over and over. You were sure of it. It had been happening to you for years. You would jolt out of a sound slumber, every concrete detail of the vision dissolving in fast motion around you, leaving you with only a vague awareness of its basic essence – and the feeling that whatever you had just forgotten was something you should definitely remember.
You ruffled your hair with your hand, then smacked your thin mattress, huffing. Of course. No matter how swiftly and vigorously you set about searching your mind after awakening, you always came up with the same result: nothing. It was almost as if your own brain were keeping secrets from you. The nerve.
A glance at the clock on the wall told you that it was nearly time for three p.m. prayers with the other sisters – the first order of your day, as a nocturnal creature. “All right, let’s get moving,” you mumbled to yourself.
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The first of those prayers was already well underway, as you tried to run the entire length of the enormous sanctuary in a way that looked as much like walking as possible.
“Peace be with you, Sister (Y/N),” whispered one of the elderly sisters from beneath her ominous black hood, while you scrambled into place alongside her.
“Peace,” you whispered back.
“Let us together remember the Last Things,” came the cool, stately voice of Sister Immaculata, abbess here at the motherhouse. Behind her, your row of dark figures began the chant you had known by heart since early childhood – the unofficial motto of your religious order:
We remember you, O Death,
Separation of mortal body from immortal soul.
We remember you, O Judgment,
Verdict that decides the final destiny of man.
We remember you, O Heaven,
Garden of eternal rejoicing.
We remember you, O Hell,
Fire of eternal remorse.
Of the four Last Things,
Let us ever be mindful,
And return with fervor to the sanctuary
That safeguards our souls.
Perhaps you had chosen a wacky vocation. Few people could claim to ponder such solemn subjects as these as part of their daily routine – before breakfast, at that. To you, it was second nature, thinking about the Last Things. In fact, part of you always wondered if the other sisters thought about them half as seriously as you did.
After prayers, the community dispersed for their daily free hour. You were headed straight to what you considered the most entertaining room on the premises – the motherhouse library – when a light hand laid itself against your shoulder.
“Sister Y/N, peace be with you.” Sister Immaculata’s silver voice.
You turned toward her and bowed hurriedly. “Peace be with you, Sister Immaculata?” The greeting came out as a question. The abbess rarely interacted with you.
She smiled a tranquil smile, lofting above you – she was mysteriously tall. “How have you been faring, Sister? Do the night watches suit you well?”
“I – yes,” you faltered. “I mean, yes, they do suit me well. I’m… I’ve been fine.”
Her passionless gray eyes stared at you levelly. A tiny fear flickered through your heart. Did she have any way of knowing you had been sneaking out to roam the city streets just about every night for the past few weeks? She couldn’t possibly know that, could she?
“I’ve been concerned,” said Sister Immaculata, “that perhaps we acted rashly in selecting you to cover the night watches before we had even begun to get to know you. All of us, as you know, can be said to have different strengths and weaknesses. Yours, as yet, are a mystery to us.” Here she smiled again, and you tried your best to smile back, nodding a little for good measure.
She paused, contemplating you, before continuing. “How well do you feel that you are adapting to the nocturnal schedule, for instance?”
“Oh, quite well,” you replied immediately, relieved to be able to answer something so honestly. “I’ve always been fond of nighttime. It hasn’t been a problem for me in the least.”
“Hmm.”
…If Sister Immaculata didn’t stop looking at you like that, you were probably going to say something stupid. Just as a precaution, you bit your tongue, holding it firmly in place with your teeth.
At last, she let up.
“I’m glad to hear this, Sister Y/N,” she said graciously. “We’re indebted to you for your adaptability and willingness to serve. But do let me know if anything changes for you. We can always supply you with another sister to be your helper, or even change your schedule entirely, if necessary.”
You unbit your tongue. “It’s not necessary.” (Had you said that too abruptly? You bit your tongue again.)
Sister Immaculata nodded, giving your shoulder another weightless touch as she swept past you down the corridor. “Thank you, Sister Y/N. Peace.”
“Peace.”
You watched her go, an elegant raven in a tunnel of alabaster archways. The further she retreated from your presence, the happier you felt. No offense to Sister Immaculata, but you knew your forbidden nightly habit was safe for now.
You shook your head at yourself, sighing. Breaking the rules was really that important to your happiness, eh? Had the sisters back at your country convent really raised such a rebel?
“Whatever shall we do with you, Sister Y/N?” you chided yourself under your breath.
But you knew it wasn’t just that.
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You took extra care to close the garden door quietly, just in case.
Nine nights. It had been nine nights since you’d seen the white-haired boy at the crosswalk. Yes, you were counting. You couldn’t help it. The man stood out, slicing through your life like a boldly patterned bookmark amidst pages of monochrome. You couldn’t explain your obsessive desire to see him again, any more than those swarms of moths could explain their attraction to every single streetlight you passed on your pilgrimage to the bar district. All you knew was that some haunting voice in the back of your mind was going to plague you without mercy until you found him. What would happen after you found him, you never bothered to ask yourself.
The night felt weirdly active. Long before the neon jungle even came into sight, you could feel its sleazy siren song pumping like a souped-up pulse through the sweat-stained ground. You solemnly signed the cross over yourself as you entered that fateful neighborhood… maybe for protection against evil spirits – and maybe because you had just finished praying that tonight would be the night you’d finally see a familiar face amidst the carnival of characters.
Snaking your way through the multicolor madness, you noticed that on a street corner up ahead, a motley crowd seemed to be assembling around some central figure. You frowned, squinting through the thicket of limbs and heads. There in the middle, under a garish pink streetlight, stood a boy – but not your boy. No, this young man moved with a buoyancy and merriment that your melancholy muse lacked, and he seemed to be talking a blue streak, although you couldn’t make out any of the words. His feathery hair glowed in an almost tropical shade of red, and intense black eyeliner emphasized his eyes; yet in spite of his fierce presentation, there was something almost fairy-like about him, as he delicately held up a small object that looked something like an hourglass full of luminous sand.
“Now, everybody watch carefully,” he sang out above the murmur of his impromptu audience. The next second, he turned the hourglass over in his hand, and when the contents slid from the top to the bottom, the top simply disappeared, until the entire object had completely vanished from sight. The fairy boy was left holding a handful of the glowing sand, which, after slowly looking up at everyone with an impish smile, he tossed into the air above their heads. A sound like firecrackers splattered through the night, as little lumps of light swarmed in the shape of butterflies that exploded, then faded into smoke.
An appreciative gasp rippled through the group. A feminine voice squealed, “Do it again, Baekie! I forgot to press record,” but the cherry-haired boy’s eager grin faded as fast as the exploding butterflies when a broad, swarthy figure, clothed in a leather waistcoat and chains, shouldered through the little gathering. Sensing controversy, people wandered away, leaving the young magician alone with the newcomer.
You couldn’t help but stare as the big man clapped a meaty hand on the small man’s shoulder, muttering something that you couldn’t hear through clenched teeth. “All right,” said the red-haired boy quickly, his formerly sparkling eyes blank and emotionless. “Yeah, all right.” The guy in the waistcoat nodded, giving the boy’s shoulder a curt shake before stalking off into the building behind them. It had a glass storefront with black latex curtains pulled across, so you couldn’t see inside - although hot pink light leaked wantonly around the edges.
You were left standing under the artificial rose gleam of the lamppost, watching in silence while the boy mindlessly pulled a cigarette out of the inner pocket of his flamboyant tuxedo jacket. He didn’t seem to be wearing a shirt under the jacket. You weren’t staring at that, though. Absolutely not. As he cradled the lit cigarette against his mouth and sucked in a breath, his pretty eyes wandered up to meet your spellbound face.
He smiled at once. “Hello.”
“Peace be…” You stopped. Only nuns went around saying things like peace be with you. “Hello.”
That little grin of his was delightful. He was like a cute little kid.
“Hi!” he said cheerfully, dropping his cigarette and crushing it beneath his high-heeled boot as he took a step toward you. “I’m Baekhyun. Who are you?”
“I’m…” You didn’t know what to say. Should you really be out revealing your identity on the streets of Sinnerville? The next instant, Baekhyun sailed straight into your personal space, his slender hands seizing the cross around your neck.
“Ooh! Are you a nun or something?” he asked, examining the quality of the metal with his fingers and his eyes.
You felt a twist of nerves in your stomach, combined with the distinct urge to laugh. First shot out of the box, kiddo. Not bad.
You smirked, raising your eyes to his, deciding you didn’t care if he knew. “Maybe?”
“Really?” He dropped back from you about two feet, gazing in fascination at your hood, your cross, your flowing black tunic. Then he smiled, although you thought you saw a hint of soft sadness in his childlike eyes. “Cool.” After another pause, he leaned toward you mischievously. “Pray for me, sister, for I have sinned.”
You chuckled, a little embarrassed, feeling the irony of the moment keenly. After all, what was a religious sister like yourself doing on a sidewalk with a sexily-dressed street magician, or whatever he was?
But everything else left your mind in a high-speed vortex when you caught sight of a drama troupe of outlandish young men on the other side of the street. At first you were just distracted by the plethora of mohawks, pompadours, eyeliner, lipstick, choker necklaces, studded jackets, leggings, platform shoes… but there amid the chaos, like a rose among thorns, loomed the beautiful white-haired boy with the haunting eyes.
“Peace be with you,” you murmured unthinkingly to Baekhyun, bolting for the crosswalk.
“Sister, wait!” yelled Baekhyun, as the sound of screeching tires shredded through the humid night air.
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Yeah… that rascally Byun Baekhyun really wanted to be in this story, and in the end I couldn’t stop him! I already know he’s going to make a delightful tour guide for the urban underworld. Until next time… peace be with you all, hehe ;)
Sooo, like i was bored, so i made this. Is not that good but well. Also hi to everyone.
The Wanderers
Sequel to The Experiments
Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller, experiment au
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jongin
Summary: After escaping the hell that was EXO Applied Sciences, Jongin was lost. While some of his brothers were able to settle down, he was restless. And his powers were still growing. Never staying in place too long, Jongin and a few others have been watching their backs, knowing that there were people still out there, wanting to take them back. Someone is closing in and you, an innocent, are sucked into the world you never asked to be apart of….
Warning: none
Part: Prologue I 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10
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White Out
Spinoff to Fighting Instinct
Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5
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Last Things
Pairing: Kim Jongin x female reader
Genre: Futuristic/dystopian/gothic/magic AU, angst
Summary: A daring young member of an obscure religious order, you walk the humid, low-lit streets of the city at night, where you encounter a mysterious young man.
Part: Prologue, 1
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Holy Motherhouse of the Sisters of the Last Things. Thus proclaimed the ominous-looking sign at the wrought iron entry gate. Actually, the compound felt like anything but an official headquarters of anything. Looming like a phantom in a derelict part of the city, the massive old gothic chapel, office, and lodgings looked suspiciously like an abandoned museum of religion. There were only seven sisters living here, all of them white-haired and subdued – quite a contrast from the active group of thirty-some sisters at the charming countryside convent where you had spent your entire life up until now. Back home, your sisters would talk about “the motherhouse” with a sense of deference, but now that you were here, the place was… anticlimactic. Not to mention a little eerie.
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White Out
Spinoff to Fighting Instinct
Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4
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My Soul to Keep
(can we just pretend it’s black and white?)
Genre: Demon AU
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Kris Wu
Summary: Kris never had a problem with what he was. He’d bargain and make deals with mortals in exchange for their souls. It was just the job. But when an assignment puts you in his path, he’s suddenly questioning his existence. As the consequences of his choices catch up with him, how much in harms way will you be?
Warning: none.
Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9
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people like him part 1/?
summary y/n,renjun,chenle,donghyuk, and jeno are the sweetest besties and never planned to change. Jaemin, Mark,Jisung, and yukhei are not the sweetest besties, but are really close and have a lot in common, even if none of its good. When y/n and jaemin meet, things go down, and feelings are hurt.
Underwater
Teaser ¾
Kim Junmyeon X Min ???
Genre: Angst / Arranged marriage AU
Chapters: 1?
Trigger warning: this fiction contains violence and scenes of abuse! If you are sensitive please do not read it!
Money
Fame
Party
Peple would have killed to have their lives
But not him
Not her
Remember, not all that glitters is gold
TEASER 1 TEASER 2
First chapter of “Underwater” is coming soon!
❜Soul Swapped (1/?)
genre: Soulmate Sehun! Idol Sehun! x reader
words: 2.1k
warnings: not proof read
prompt: you swap bodies with your soulmates for 24 hours and have to find out as much information about them as you can.
a/n: admin kiki hasn’t fought back so I figured i’d give her some motivation with her ultimate bias➶admin lele
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❜Soul Swapped (1/?)
genre: Soulmate Sehun! Idol Sehun! x reader
words: 2.1k
warnings: not proof read
prompt: you swap bodies with your soulmates for 24 hours and have to find out as much information about them as you can.
a/n: admin kiki hasn’t fought back so I figured i’d give her some motivation with her ultimate bias➶admin lele
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Halloween Special: EXO-K discovering their superpowers. (*´д｀*)
EXO-M version.
I know I haven’t been very active lately but I wanted to do something special for Halloween! Happy Halloween everyone~
You can find my masterlist here.
{Requested} EXO Reaction to their s/o drinking for the first time
anon said - “Hello. Can you do a exo Reaction when their s/o drink for the first time and begin to talk nonsense? Thank u”
Minseok:
Minseok is going to find you absolutely adorable. Like, he knew you have never drunk before and was honestly shocked when you begged him for drinks to share. Now, everyone knows Minseok has a high alcohol tolerance, so he was maybe a bit tipsy. You on the other hand was completely hammered. You’ll be sitting in the living room floor with him, giving him a “history lesson” as you claimed on why unicorns went “extinct.” and he’s just gonna smile like a goof because you look so cute waving your hands in excitement.
(y/n) - “-and then, this big ass dragon showed up and was all like ‘these is my parts, you can’t stay here’ and-”
Minseok - “alright, i think thats enough alcohol for you, my dear.”
Yixing:
Lol he’s gonna be hella confused. For one, he didn’t know it was your first time drinking. And two, you actually had a pretty decent tolerance for a first time drinker so he didn’t notice you were hammered until you started spouting out random shit.
(y/n) - -hick up- “do you think dogs see police dogs and thing ‘oh shit its the cops!”
Yixing - “what are you - wait, shit, thats actually a good question”
Junmeyon:
With you being a first timer at drinking, he’s not going to surprised when you start sputtering nonsense after a few drinks of trying to find your limit. He’ll simply take you home, responding to every ridiculous question you ask him or listen to whatever you’re blabbering about. Junmyeon is gonna take care of you and sober you up some before getting you to bed.
(y/n) - “with the help of science i bet i can sing higher notes than jongdae-”
junmyeon - “science doesn’t work like that, princess.”
Baekhyun:
He’s gonna be a litte ShIT. As soon as the alcohol began to take hold of you, he’s pulling out his phone to record it so he can show you the next morning. At the same time, he will be making sure you’re safe and taking care of you.
Baekhyun - “ahaha what was that again, babe??”
(y/n) - “i cant find my fvCKIN CHICKEN STRIPS!”
Baekhyun - “you didn’t have any chicken strips!”
Chanyeol:
Chanyeol is gonna be so confused as well. He’s gonna immediately take the drink out of your hand and get you onto his back so he can carry you home. You on the other hand are going on about monkeys or some shit lmao
(y/n) - “i bet…if we had a pet monkey it would think youre a tree cause youre so tall..”
Chanyeol - “you dont even like monkeys wtf”
Jongdae:
Jongdae isn’t gonna be a little shit like some people baekhyun but he will find it extremely amusing. I see him maybe taking a photo or two to laugh at later and show you but that’s about it until the next day. It’s no doubt that he’ll be teasing you the next morning.
(y/n) - “i wasnt that drunk…was i?”
Jondgae - “you spent an hour talking about how i dont use my concept superpowers to save the world like the super hero i apparently was born to be.”
Kyungsoo:
He’s gonna take such good care of you. Like Junmyeon, he wasn’t surprised that you started spouting anything and everything once the alcohol set into your system. He’s going to find you a bit amusing, but he’s gonna remain silent as he carried you home while you basically talked to yourself.
Jongin:
See, your first time drinking wasn’t with him. It was actually at your best friend’s bachelorette party. Your friend was aware that you had never drank before and convinced you to ‘let loose’. Needless to say, Jongin got alot of drunken texts that evening. He’s gonna sigh, but can’t fight the smile on his face as you texted him. Jongin is going to find it funny but also be worried about getting you home more than anything.
Sehun:
Little shit no.2. He’s gonna find it the most hilarious thing in the world. He’s gonna take pictures, videos, everything. He’s going to tease you about this for the next week. And you can bet he’s told the members about all the crazy shit you’ve said.
“ahaha! she went on a rant about dragons taking over the heavens, it was the funniest thing ever-!”
-Athena ♡
Sehun Mafia AU Genre(s): Smut/fluff/angst/gore/suspense/drama warning:some things may be unsuitable for younger readers any triggering or sexual scenes will be starting after “***” is read.
— Let’s start off this little whatever it is if it get good views or whatever or people are interested I’ll make it into an entire series prewarning: the intro is going to be choppy just so I can like start the interesting stuff sooner–
“UHHHHH” you cry out as you throw yourself onto the couch after a long day at work. You roll off onto the floor feeling the thin layer of sweat covering your body stick to the couch. “ew” you state crawling over to the small wooden table lifting yourself up. You walk over to the bathroom flicking on the light you strip off all your clothes , and step into a nice cool shower. You finish up stepping out to a phone call from your best friend “BITCCHHH. LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT PLEASE ITS SATURDAY NIGHT AND WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING I WILL DRAG YOUR ADS OUT OF THAT HOUSE BY YOUR HAIR DON’T PLAY WITH ME.” you roll your eyes muttering something along the lines of ok and chill the fuck out.
You walk out of your house to meet your friend wearing a pair of black leather shorts, high heels and a black sequence top that has a band that wraps around the neck, attire you never wear on a normal day or wouldn’t think of wearing. You guys arrive at the club she was chattering about the whole drive there. She knew you hated clubs but the atmosphere there was really hype but still cool, and calm a great way to end the day. You walk over to the bar ordering a shot of tequila as your friend makes her way to the middle of the dancefloor, you toss that back heading over to the dance floor to eventually meet up with your friend. You away your hips to the hypnotic thumping music blaring it’s way across the club. You feel a body slide behind yours a semi-hard buldge pressing against your back. You turn around facing the stranger with a sneer taking your bad mood out on him “excuse me sir but I think you misplaced your dick. it doesn’t belong near me at all, actually you don’t either now shoo pest” you turn back around flicking your hair in his face as you turned. A small part of you feeling bad for your words due to your normal softer nature. The man walks past you bumping into you roughly causing you to fall to the side “watch out jackass” you yell out to him as he throws up his middle finger in your direction. You laugh to yourself walking back over to the bar needing another shot a small headache already making it’s way to the center of your forehead. You order another shot of tequila just as you are about to shoot it back the same man from earlier shoves past you causing you to spill your drink on the unlucky person behind you. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to. This guy jus-” you begin spill out a string of apologies when you stop dead in the middle of sentence when you get a good look at your unexpected victim.
He’s a tall, thin faced man with small lips that look a soft pale pink in the club lights. His dark hair is slicked back slightly just so that none of it is falling on his forehead, he’s dressed in a dark suit that seems too dressy for the club you are in now. His face is set in a annoyed face, his lips pursed together and his legs spread out with a dark wet stain coating his lap which you knew to be your drink. His eyes flick up at you as he begins to speak “Excuse me. Do you got any idea what you just did. This is my good suit. By the looks of it you wouldn’t be able to afford the dry cleaning bill either. Watch what you are doing women.“ His face twists into a disgusted sneer as he faces you fully. He’s handsome you think to yourself but you quickly ignore that fact after hearing him speak to you. “Ha? Women? Excuse me Man but watch your tongue. I Don’t know what kind of people you are used to talking to like that but it definitely is not me. Enjoy your wet pants Man.” You turn around and begin to walk away before he grabs you by your wrist. “I think not. clean it. Use your mouth if you have to I don’t care. Obviously it seems like that’s your profession based of your attire.” You reared your hand back smacking him loudly across the face. Three men jump up ,one grabbing your arm holding it painfully behind your back the second putting his hand in his jacket the third turning to face the rude man “Young Master you ok? Do you need us to get rid of her?” The man referred to as Young Master grabbing his cheek clicking his tongue “tch stupid women.” He stands up grabbing your face “touch me again and I will END you. Got that? get the hell out of my face before I make you. Stupid bitch.” The man holding your arms throwing you out into the crowd you stumble into the group of gyrating hips and sweat running into your friend. “Let’s go.” You pull her along “What ___? Why? ____? Are you ok?” you guys walk out explaing everything that happened. Her eyes open wide as you described the man. “Wait ____… did he look like this?” she pulls out her phone pulling up a picture of the guy from earlier. “Yea? Why? How do you know him?.” She bites her lip “for starters his name is Sehun. He owns this bar.His father is crazy loaded and scary from what I’ve seen and rumors I heard. I heard he once completely tore some guys house down just for accidentally scratching his car… and um… heh here’s the silly thing…Hes uhh.. supposedly the son of a um.. ya know… maf…ia… boss?” she ends with a small shy smile. You stand there taking in the information you just learned you open up jaw dropping Your friends eyes open like a dear in headlights as you turn around to see Sehun and the 3 men behind you. “Fuck me.” you groan out “Well if you insist” Sehun replies with a smirk.
Does anyone want a preview of my next series?
It stars our favorite maknae 😉
This week we have a Yixing request, a Sehun request and the seventh chapter of Cherry Blossoms coming. I can’t wait to get everything posted!
White Out
Sequel to Fighting Instinct
Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?
Warning: none
Part: 1 I 2 I 3
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