about me:
· hihi i'm shay, welcome to my navigation
· i use she/her pronouns
· i write for skz and am mostly chan biased but am a sucker for changbin, hyunjin and felix
my writing:
· my masterlist can be found under the cut
· most of my work is 18+ so please dnf if you're a minor
· i write smut but am mostly comfortable with writing fantasy au's since it's my fave kind to write hehe
· i accept requests sometimes and am always looking for soft/hard thoughts to chat about in my inbox!!
series:
creatures of curiosity (18+, fluff, angst) - in progress
bang chan:
the show must go on (18+)
hard bang chan thoughts 💭
soft bang chan thoughts 💭
minho:
requiem of the damned
hard minho thoughts 💭
changbin:
god is a woman (18+)
hard changbin thoughts 💭
changbin requests 🧡
hyunjin:
use your words (18+)
felix:
reasons why you (should)n't play league of legends (18+)
Summary: The ocean beckoned you with the sweet call of an otherworldly creature, with a voice woven with the divinity of heaven itself. It drew you in, threatening to suffocate you entirely.
Tags: Lee Felix is a Siren, ergo: supernatural powers, manipulation (unplanned), pretty voices making people do crazy things, the consumption of human flesh (not explicit, merely mentioned), blood and injury, slight violence, slight cursing; drowning, near-death experience, awkward situations, mc is victim to Felix's abs and is a total simp (aren't we all), slight description of wounds, mentions of murder and death, implied past self-harm, more tags to come with each chapter
WC: 2.5k
A/N: i took the liberty to craft my own siren-lore for the purposes of this story so if anything doesn't make sense shoot me message. and no, we're still not proofread
Part 1 Part 2
Some ancient call
It started with flashes.
That I’ve answered before
The colour of eyes here.
It lives in my walls
The sound of a voice there.
And it’s under the floor
Finally, a name.
Y/n…
Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.
Oh, how you sounded like a prayer come true to him.
After that, it became insistent. The flashes became drawn-out scenes of a life that didn’t belong to him. He saw through eyes that weren’t his, breathed through lungs that were unfamiliar to his body. His mind was plagued with memories he couldn’t recall, underwent experiences that could never possibly be his.
It was insanity. It was relief. It was everything and nothing all at once.
It was living and dying.
It was a missing piece now settled in its rightful place. Slotting into the mould it was destined to fit into.
Then, came the physical aspects. The phantom pains and the unexplainable injuries appearing on his body. Sets of scratches on his forearms, neat and far too exact to be accidental. A throbbing in his stomach or a bruise on his hip. A cramp on the side of his tail where one would find the right leg on a human body. A mind-numbing pain in his skull. All things he could account to nothing he did of his own volition.
Felix was never someone who could be considered clumsy or accident-prone. In fact, he was probably one of the more graceful members of his pack, with a certain attunement to his body and the ocean that few of his species possessed. In that way, all of the inexplicable little things suddenly occurring in his life made it all the more indicative of the process he was undergoing.
The connection was furthered once an emotional tether was established. There would be moments he’d feel as if he was experiencing life from a different body. A different perspective or mindset. Thoughts that didn’t belong to him would filter through his mind, nothing more than whispers of words or a feeling He’d find himself wracked with crippling depression, appetite waning and desire to socialise diminishing entirely. Other times he’d be coloured with euphoria, energetic and restless to the point where Hyunjin or Chan would challenge him to a duel in a swimming tournament.
But most of all…there was simply indifference. A numbness he couldn’t explain. Neither weighed down by pain nor floating with exhilaration. If he were to be honest, those bouts were always the worst, and they were the longest.
He’d rather feel too much of one thing than nothing at all.
And then, one day…
He doubled over in agony, losing sight of the fish he was hunting as his lungs felt as if they were filled with lead, heavy and unforgiving as fire licked his veins the more he suffocated on the water he was suspended in.
Before he knew it, he was drowning.
Falling deeper and deeper, being pulled by an underwater current he couldn’t see.
Mind seizing.
No.
No.
No, no, no.
This isn’t possible.
His mouth opened against his will, a silent scream that could only be heard by his ears circled around him before succumbing to nothingness. He was dying he was dying he was dying-
And then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Leaving him bereft and weightless despite the regaining of his senses.
In its place he was assaulted with the vision of waves, the feeling of helplessness, followed by an astute sense of resignation as all fight left the vessel his eyes were looking through.
Without even thinking he swam. He swam and swam. Faster than had ever done in his few centuries of living. As if he were guided by some greater force, not even knowing where he was going, only knowing that it was exactly where he needed to go. Where he needed to be.
And that’s when he saw you.
Trapped amongst forceful waves that dragged you farther away from land and into the lightless depths of the ocean. A small, young thing. Too young to have resigned to a death over which you had no control.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Not now.
Not-
Not ever.
So he swam to you. To your cold, lifeless body that was suspended in the water like some macabre painting. Hair fanned out like a crown of death, limbs spread out, reaching for something, anything, that could save you from your water-logged grave.
And there he was, your saviour in his scaled armour.
Your eyes were shut, bubbles escaping your lips and floating towards the surface.
He grabbed your wrist, marvelling at how small it looked in his already petite hand. He surged forward, manoeuvring your body through the water, to where light kissed the waves and rippled in gentle waves.
He broke through the surface, pushing you upwards by placing his hands beneath your arms. He could tell you were alive, but barely. Pulse weak and fluttering sporadically in your neck.
He took the opportunity to study your face with his own eyes for the first time. He was right in assuming you were young, as there was a careless youthfulness to your underdeveloped features. A child in human years, he was certain.
But there was beauty there. In the soft innocence that lined your face. Beauty he was sure would blossom into something otherworldly as you grew. Seeing you outside of the glimpses he saw through your eyes was unlike he’d ever imagined. The bits and fragments he managed to catch in mirrors or reflections in glass did little justice to the fullness of your traits once combined. Your hair, your skin, your hands…just as he had seen them. Piecing together to form the entirety of you.
It left him breathless.
Left his heart searing with an agony unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Making him feel complete and yet entirely fractured.
Is this what it felt like to see the other part of your soul?
Absent-mindedly, he wondered if his brothers felt this way when they saw theirs.
It wasn’t love. Not quite. It was admiration. Wholeness. And it was also disbelief and scepticism. He doubted he could ever love a child like that, questioned whether that was even ethical to begin with. Destiny or not, he’d never force a child into that role. And frankly, he was more than certain he could never even stomach it.
You started to cough, water escaping your body in mouthfuls. Ragged, broken sounds left your throat as your body fought to expel the unwanted invader in your lungs.
He was running out of time. He couldn’t let you see him. Not yet.
Using the unbridled strength of the muscled appendage that was his tail, he propelled you forward, closer to the shore which seemed to be a hair's-breadth away now just as your eyes began to flutter open. You squinted against the salt that stung them, blinking rapidly to stave off the uncomfortable sensation. More coughs spewed from your mouth.
Slinking back into the dark waters, he watched you from afar, only until he confirmed that you had made it safely to land. Once he saw a woman who looked strikingly similar to you drag you to her shaking body, did he take his leave.
But some part of him could have sworn your eyes had found his just as he turned, his tail breaching the surface of the water before he delved deep into the ocean and disappeared from sight.
-
“You saw her, didn’t you?”
“...I did.”
“She’s human.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you bring her with you?”
“She’s not ready.”
-
His presentation was a long-awaited occurrence amongst his pack, an occasion that was once considered worthy of celebration and joy. For it was only once in a siren’s life where the divine creators would bestow upon them the knowledge of their lifelong mate, blessing them with glimpses of their life so that they could share a unique connection ordained by the gods themselves. .
Of course, that’s what it should have been like. The way it had been for millennia after millennia for its significance in a young siren’s life.
But it was tainted. Tainted and tattered and obscured by a cloud of pain and suffering. A result of the tragedy that had befallen the rest of his brothers, the way their respective mates died off, each in a manner more gruesome than the last.
Mutilated and murdered.
A premeditated slaughterfest.
By humans, no less.
For nothing other than the depravity of sport.
Felix was the only one who was left, even though he wasn’t even the youngest of his pack. He was their last hope. The one who would complete their family once and for all. It was a heavy burden for someone so young relative to his eldest brothers’ ages, but it was his to bear, and his to bear alone.
That went without saying that he had the eternal support of his family, but his life leading up to his presentation left much to be desired. Especially when half of his pack died and he was made aware of the responsibility that now lay on his shoulders.
At times he felt almost as lost as a wayfaring seaman, with no aim or end goal in mind. And because of that, he didn’t even get to be a young, careless pup like the rest of them did. He didn’t get to experience the delight that came with his first unsupervised hunt, or the amazement one felt when their baby scales fell and gave way to their adult ones.
It was positively maddening.
Centuries worth of waiting, of finding the one fated to fit the cavernous hole in his existence.
He was surprised to have made it as far as he did at all.
But, he supposed, seeing you in the flesh was worth it. Perhaps your being human was a sign from the gods. Perhaps.
Or maybe it was nothing at all. After all, a siren didn’t get to choose their mate.
But it was enough for him. You were enough for him. More than, in fact.
After centuries of waiting, another decade seemed like nothing.
So he’d wait for you.
And when you were of age, he’d come back for you.
Besides, it’s not like he wouldn’t know exactly what you were up to.
-
“Stop.”
He sat up, pushing his back against the headboard of the bed as he levelled you with an unreadable gaze. “Stop what?”
“This,” you whispered, gesticulating wildly with your hand. “Whatever the hell you just did with my emotions.”
He tilted his head to the side, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. Though, of course, he did. “I’m afraid I don’t follow,” he said instead.
“One second I was fine and then the next I felt like crying my eyes out. Cut that out, Felix!”
“Y/n, I-”
“How do you even know my name?!”
His mouth shut almost instantly, but then his face drew into an irritated scowl as he pointed to the bookshelf. More specifically, the picture frame on top of a small stack of books. In it was a photo of you and your grandmother on the beach, holding a beautiful shimmering shell between both of your hands. The caption beneath it, written in a neat script, read: Y/n, Shelly, and Grammie - June 2008 xx
Your brows drew together as the tension in your body deflated, shoulders sagging as you sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything. Only ran his tongue over the dryness of his bottom lip.
“I guess I’m just paranoid. But Felix…why did you say you knew everything about me? We’ve only met once before, and there were absolutely no words exchanged between us.”
He rubbed his hand against the nape of his neck, “I was just messing with you, Y/n.”
“Well it wasn’t funny! God, you scared the shit out of me…”
“Yeah, not my best work. Sorry.”
You shook your head, “It’s–fine. Just, God, don’t do that again. I almost had a panic attack!” you ran your hand over your sleeve-clad arm, an uncomfortable laugh falling from your lips.
His face remained neutral, though the quirk of his lips betrayed the stoicness he was hell-bent on portraying. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”
You waved him off. “Nah, don’t worry too much about it. What’s done is done, so let’s just pretend it never happened, yeah?”
“Deal.”
He smiled, and it was at that moment you realised that his teeth were no longer razor-sharp points. They were…normal. Like normal human teeth. Perfect teeth, in fact. Pearly white and straight. But that was unrelated to anything.
“Oh, you should eat by the way.” You nodded your head towards the tray of food on the side table, biting your lip. “I wasn’t sure what your diet consisted of and I also had no idea if serving you fish was…inconsiderate because of the fact that–well, you know. Uh, fish, and you being half-fish and whatnot, I–”
You took a breath. “I mean, you are half-fish, right? Um, I don’t mean to be rude or anything or uh, gosh, I’m making this worse, aren’t I?”
His face warmed up as he giggled lightly, “fish is fine, thank you.”
You exhaled a relieved breath, feeling much better. “In that case, eat up. I’m not the best cook but I’m not terrible. Just some simple soup and…fish and…fruit, if you want. There’s also tea, and water. Please, help yourself.”
He eyed the tray with bright eyes, hunger evident in the way he licked his lips. “This is all perfect. Thank you.”
“I feel like that’s all I hear from you.”
“Well, I am grateful.”
“If you finish, there’s more where that came from. Just let me know. About anything, actually…that you may need.” You blushed for whatever godforsaken reason. He was just so pretty.
Damn him.
“Will do.”
You inhaled deeply, clapping your hands together. “Okay! If that’ll be all, then I’ll leave you to it. But are you sure I shouldn’t call a doctor?” you asked, casting a sideways glance towards the wound that had now formed a coagulated crust across the surface.
“I’m sure.”
You nodded hesitantly, fighting the urge to just do it anyway. “Alright then. Eat, rest. I’ll swing by later to check on you. Just shout if you need me.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
Flashing him a small smile, you walked towards the door, hand reaching towards the wood before you paused. You turned back to look at him, and found that he had already been staring at you. With those crystal blue eyes focused intently on you and those full, pink lips drawn into a line. He smiled again, and it was perfect.
Your throat suddenly constricted, causing you to choke on air. But then you snapped yourself out of it. You walked through the threshold, softly shutting the door behind you.
If you had lingered for a second longer, you’d see his saccharine smile fall into an intrigued smirk.
-
“How are you going to get her to come here?”
“Leave that to me, hyung.”
-
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anyone else get the vibe that Felix is being real shady? hm, i wonder what that's about ;)
Summary: The ocean beckoned you with the sweet call of an otherworldly creature, with a voice woven with the divinity of heaven itself. It drew you in, threatening to suffocate you entirely.
Tags: Lee Felix is a Siren, ergo: supernatural powers, manipulation (unplanned), pretty voices making people do crazy things, the consumption of human flesh (not explicit, merely mentioned), blood and injury, slight violence, slight cursing; drowning, near-death experience, awkward situations, mc is victim to Felix's abs and is a total simp (aren't we all), slight description of wounds, mentions of murder and death, implied past self-harm, more tags to come with each chapter
WC: 2.5k
A/N: i took the liberty to craft my own siren-lore for the purposes of this story so if anything doesn't make sense shoot me message. and no, we're still not proofread
Part 1 Part 2
Some ancient call
It started with flashes.
That I’ve answered before
The colour of eyes here.
It lives in my walls
The sound of a voice there.
And it’s under the floor
Finally, a name.
Y/n…
Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.
Oh, how you sounded like a prayer come true to him.
After that, it became insistent. The flashes became drawn-out scenes of a life that didn’t belong to him. He saw through eyes that weren’t his, breathed through lungs that were unfamiliar to his body. His mind was plagued with memories he couldn’t recall, underwent experiences that could never possibly be his.
It was insanity. It was relief. It was everything and nothing all at once.
It was living and dying.
It was a missing piece now settled in its rightful place. Slotting into the mould it was destined to fit into.
Then, came the physical aspects. The phantom pains and the unexplainable injuries appearing on his body. Sets of scratches on his forearms, neat and far too exact to be accidental. A throbbing in his stomach or a bruise on his hip. A cramp on the side of his tail where one would find the right leg on a human body. A mind-numbing pain in his skull. All things he could account to nothing he did of his own volition.
Felix was never someone who could be considered clumsy or accident-prone. In fact, he was probably one of the more graceful members of his pack, with a certain attunement to his body and the ocean that few of his species possessed. In that way, all of the inexplicable little things suddenly occurring in his life made it all the more indicative of the process he was undergoing.
The connection was furthered once an emotional tether was established. There would be moments he’d feel as if he was experiencing life from a different body. A different perspective or mindset. Thoughts that didn’t belong to him would filter through his mind, nothing more than whispers of words or a feeling He’d find himself wracked with crippling depression, appetite waning and desire to socialise diminishing entirely. Other times he’d be coloured with euphoria, energetic and restless to the point where Hyunjin or Chan would challenge him to a duel in a swimming tournament.
But most of all…there was simply indifference. A numbness he couldn’t explain. Neither weighed down by pain nor floating with exhilaration. If he were to be honest, those bouts were always the worst, and they were the longest.
He’d rather feel too much of one thing than nothing at all.
And then, one day…
He doubled over in agony, losing sight of the fish he was hunting as his lungs felt as if they were filled with lead, heavy and unforgiving as fire licked his veins the more he suffocated on the water he was suspended in.
Before he knew it, he was drowning.
Falling deeper and deeper, being pulled by an underwater current he couldn’t see.
Mind seizing.
No.
No.
No, no, no.
This isn’t possible.
His mouth opened against his will, a silent scream that could only be heard by his ears circled around him before succumbing to nothingness. He was dying he was dying he was dying-
And then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Leaving him bereft and weightless despite the regaining of his senses.
In its place he was assaulted with the vision of waves, the feeling of helplessness, followed by an astute sense of resignation as all fight left the vessel his eyes were looking through.
Without even thinking he swam. He swam and swam. Faster than had ever done in his few centuries of living. As if he were guided by some greater force, not even knowing where he was going, only knowing that it was exactly where he needed to go. Where he needed to be.
And that’s when he saw you.
Trapped amongst forceful waves that dragged you farther away from land and into the lightless depths of the ocean. A small, young thing. Too young to have resigned to a death over which you had no control.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Not now.
Not-
Not ever.
So he swam to you. To your cold, lifeless body that was suspended in the water like some macabre painting. Hair fanned out like a crown of death, limbs spread out, reaching for something, anything, that could save you from your water-logged grave.
And there he was, your saviour in his scaled armour.
Your eyes were shut, bubbles escaping your lips and floating towards the surface.
He grabbed your wrist, marvelling at how small it looked in his already petite hand. He surged forward, manoeuvring your body through the water, to where light kissed the waves and rippled in gentle waves.
He broke through the surface, pushing you upwards by placing his hands beneath your arms. He could tell you were alive, but barely. Pulse weak and fluttering sporadically in your neck.
He took the opportunity to study your face with his own eyes for the first time. He was right in assuming you were young, as there was a careless youthfulness to your underdeveloped features. A child in human years, he was certain.
But there was beauty there. In the soft innocence that lined your face. Beauty he was sure would blossom into something otherworldly as you grew. Seeing you outside of the glimpses he saw through your eyes was unlike he’d ever imagined. The bits and fragments he managed to catch in mirrors or reflections in glass did little justice to the fullness of your traits once combined. Your hair, your skin, your hands…just as he had seen them. Piecing together to form the entirety of you.
It left him breathless.
Left his heart searing with an agony unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Making him feel complete and yet entirely fractured.
Is this what it felt like to see the other part of your soul?
Absent-mindedly, he wondered if his brothers felt this way when they saw theirs.
It wasn’t love. Not quite. It was admiration. Wholeness. And it was also disbelief and scepticism. He doubted he could ever love a child like that, questioned whether that was even ethical to begin with. Destiny or not, he’d never force a child into that role. And frankly, he was more than certain he could never even stomach it.
You started to cough, water escaping your body in mouthfuls. Ragged, broken sounds left your throat as your body fought to expel the unwanted invader in your lungs.
He was running out of time. He couldn’t let you see him. Not yet.
Using the unbridled strength of the muscled appendage that was his tail, he propelled you forward, closer to the shore which seemed to be a hair's-breadth away now just as your eyes began to flutter open. You squinted against the salt that stung them, blinking rapidly to stave off the uncomfortable sensation. More coughs spewed from your mouth.
Slinking back into the dark waters, he watched you from afar, only until he confirmed that you had made it safely to land. Once he saw a woman who looked strikingly similar to you drag you to her shaking body, did he take his leave.
But some part of him could have sworn your eyes had found his just as he turned, his tail breaching the surface of the water before he delved deep into the ocean and disappeared from sight.
-
“You saw her, didn’t you?”
“...I did.”
“She’s human.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you bring her with you?”
“She’s not ready.”
-
His presentation was a long-awaited occurrence amongst his pack, an occasion that was once considered worthy of celebration and joy. For it was only once in a siren’s life where the divine creators would bestow upon them the knowledge of their lifelong mate, blessing them with glimpses of their life so that they could share a unique connection ordained by the gods themselves. .
Of course, that’s what it should have been like. The way it had been for millennia after millennia for its significance in a young siren’s life.
But it was tainted. Tainted and tattered and obscured by a cloud of pain and suffering. A result of the tragedy that had befallen the rest of his brothers, the way their respective mates died off, each in a manner more gruesome than the last.
Mutilated and murdered.
A premeditated slaughterfest.
By humans, no less.
For nothing other than the depravity of sport.
Felix was the only one who was left, even though he wasn’t even the youngest of his pack. He was their last hope. The one who would complete their family once and for all. It was a heavy burden for someone so young relative to his eldest brothers’ ages, but it was his to bear, and his to bear alone.
That went without saying that he had the eternal support of his family, but his life leading up to his presentation left much to be desired. Especially when half of his pack died and he was made aware of the responsibility that now lay on his shoulders.
At times he felt almost as lost as a wayfaring seaman, with no aim or end goal in mind. And because of that, he didn’t even get to be a young, careless pup like the rest of them did. He didn’t get to experience the delight that came with his first unsupervised hunt, or the amazement one felt when their baby scales fell and gave way to their adult ones.
It was positively maddening.
Centuries worth of waiting, of finding the one fated to fit the cavernous hole in his existence.
He was surprised to have made it as far as he did at all.
But, he supposed, seeing you in the flesh was worth it. Perhaps your being human was a sign from the gods. Perhaps.
Or maybe it was nothing at all. After all, a siren didn’t get to choose their mate.
But it was enough for him. You were enough for him. More than, in fact.
After centuries of waiting, another decade seemed like nothing.
So he’d wait for you.
And when you were of age, he’d come back for you.
Besides, it’s not like he wouldn’t know exactly what you were up to.
-
“Stop.”
He sat up, pushing his back against the headboard of the bed as he levelled you with an unreadable gaze. “Stop what?”
“This,” you whispered, gesticulating wildly with your hand. “Whatever the hell you just did with my emotions.”
He tilted his head to the side, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. Though, of course, he did. “I’m afraid I don’t follow,” he said instead.
“One second I was fine and then the next I felt like crying my eyes out. Cut that out, Felix!”
“Y/n, I-”
“How do you even know my name?!”
His mouth shut almost instantly, but then his face drew into an irritated scowl as he pointed to the bookshelf. More specifically, the picture frame on top of a small stack of books. In it was a photo of you and your grandmother on the beach, holding a beautiful shimmering shell between both of your hands. The caption beneath it, written in a neat script, read: Y/n, Shelly, and Grammie - June 2008 xx
Your brows drew together as the tension in your body deflated, shoulders sagging as you sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything. Only ran his tongue over the dryness of his bottom lip.
“I guess I’m just paranoid. But Felix…why did you say you knew everything about me? We’ve only met once before, and there were absolutely no words exchanged between us.”
He rubbed his hand against the nape of his neck, “I was just messing with you, Y/n.”
“Well it wasn’t funny! God, you scared the shit out of me…”
“Yeah, not my best work. Sorry.”
You shook your head, “It’s–fine. Just, God, don’t do that again. I almost had a panic attack!” you ran your hand over your sleeve-clad arm, an uncomfortable laugh falling from your lips.
His face remained neutral, though the quirk of his lips betrayed the stoicness he was hell-bent on portraying. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”
You waved him off. “Nah, don’t worry too much about it. What’s done is done, so let’s just pretend it never happened, yeah?”
“Deal.”
He smiled, and it was at that moment you realised that his teeth were no longer razor-sharp points. They were…normal. Like normal human teeth. Perfect teeth, in fact. Pearly white and straight. But that was unrelated to anything.
“Oh, you should eat by the way.” You nodded your head towards the tray of food on the side table, biting your lip. “I wasn’t sure what your diet consisted of and I also had no idea if serving you fish was…inconsiderate because of the fact that–well, you know. Uh, fish, and you being half-fish and whatnot, I–”
You took a breath. “I mean, you are half-fish, right? Um, I don’t mean to be rude or anything or uh, gosh, I’m making this worse, aren’t I?”
His face warmed up as he giggled lightly, “fish is fine, thank you.”
You exhaled a relieved breath, feeling much better. “In that case, eat up. I’m not the best cook but I’m not terrible. Just some simple soup and…fish and…fruit, if you want. There’s also tea, and water. Please, help yourself.”
He eyed the tray with bright eyes, hunger evident in the way he licked his lips. “This is all perfect. Thank you.”
“I feel like that’s all I hear from you.”
“Well, I am grateful.”
“If you finish, there’s more where that came from. Just let me know. About anything, actually…that you may need.” You blushed for whatever godforsaken reason. He was just so pretty.
Damn him.
“Will do.”
You inhaled deeply, clapping your hands together. “Okay! If that’ll be all, then I’ll leave you to it. But are you sure I shouldn’t call a doctor?” you asked, casting a sideways glance towards the wound that had now formed a coagulated crust across the surface.
“I’m sure.”
You nodded hesitantly, fighting the urge to just do it anyway. “Alright then. Eat, rest. I’ll swing by later to check on you. Just shout if you need me.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
Flashing him a small smile, you walked towards the door, hand reaching towards the wood before you paused. You turned back to look at him, and found that he had already been staring at you. With those crystal blue eyes focused intently on you and those full, pink lips drawn into a line. He smiled again, and it was perfect.
Your throat suddenly constricted, causing you to choke on air. But then you snapped yourself out of it. You walked through the threshold, softly shutting the door behind you.
If you had lingered for a second longer, you’d see his saccharine smile fall into an intrigued smirk.
-
“How are you going to get her to come here?”
“Leave that to me, hyung.”
-
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anyone else get the vibe that Felix is being real shady? hm, i wonder what that's about ;)
Prince of the sea is the most beautifully written fic i’ve read on here 😭😭 I really can’t wait for the rest of the series but I bet it takes a long time to make art that good 😭😭 hope u are doing okay too love, hope your sleep gets better 💖
aaaa thank you so much, tbh it’s a challenging series because it really does take 100000% of my brain power so yeah it will probs take a while for the rest!!! thank you :< i hope so too!!
i know i said i was back from hiatus but my mental health (mostly my sleep issues) are really fogging my brain as of late so writing is…hard. i’ll try and be back soon <3
hmmm, ive always imagined (myself lol) w/ chan going on a drive like in an afternoon sunset where the skies are all pink and purple that kind of view 😍 maybe sth like that? and then to stop on a spot where the view of the sunset is just wOw 🌆😅... then both slowly just talking about how grateful they are to be their partner then the tension rises when chan touches/caresses y/n hand AJSYSGEKSLEJFRBKDLSHWVS hehehehe thank you for listening... - 🐺💌🐼
tysm, love lots!
LMAO so glad you liked it!! honestly it’s one of my fave things to think about because somehow i feel like chan would be down for car sex, with him being so busy and all
BUT the idea of chan and y/n going on a long summers evening drive and watching the sky shift in warm hues is so romantic ;__; it’s definitely something that chan would plan, like he is so the type to wanna watch the sunset with the person he loves the most 🥺 imagine sitting on the hood of his car, a gentle breeze flowing through your hair as you two kiss with that beautiful view ;;;
i will probably write a drabble about this since lots of people have asked already so if you don’t mind i’d like to use this scenario :>
concept: whiny little perv jisung, lying flat against the bedsheet with his hands tied in a neat knot across his stomach. desperate and needy, wanting nothing more than for you to touch his aching cock; to bestow upon him the sweet release he desires that you so greedily covet. he’d wiggle and writhe when your hand just ghosts over his leaking tip and he’d beg for you to just give in. when you pout wryly he’d sob, so close to tears and when you taunt him, slowly beginning to pump your hand up and down his shaft, the tears flow. his hungry need to be touched overlooking the sensitivity overworking his nervous system. every swift movement sending shockwaves through his body while you gloatingly taunt him. “aw is it too much for my baby boy?” you’d say and jisung would just fucking lose it. he’d convulse as he cums, losing every droplet of dignity he had left as he colours your knuckles white and groans your name
minho speaking in a condescending tone will always send me spiraling like did you hear his voice?? with THAT attitude???? you can't tell me he wasn't made for it.
"yeah? you like that? yea you do" HHHNNNGGG
"you gonna let me fill you up real nice, right baby?" it's not a question, he's merely informing you of what he's going to do, disguised as sugarcoated words that give you the faint illusion that you have a tinge of control.
have you seen his comebacks/replies? he never misses. minho is so good with words, honey dripping from his mouth, he'll patronize you and you won't even feel it.
200% uses it during overstim, "pretty baby wanna give me another one?" you physically can't handle it, but when he's looking at you so so sweetly (read: patronizing you with his gaze) could you possibly say no?
also this is random but adds well with the thought but THIS edit lives in my head rent free.
THE WAY HE SAYS "oh really?" THAT'S IT. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN
minho would fake sympathy and pretend to listen when you fumble over your words to try and explain how you weren't being bad or that it's too much "oh really?" he coos, your words going from one ear and out the other, his hands not even halting as he eyes you down with so much adoration & so much lust, your begging teary eyes making his brain shortcircuit.
You've been gone for a while, hope you are doing okay! I am excited for the next part of creatures of curiosity too <3
hello!! yes i've been trying to take a break from writing for a bit n i've had some personal stuff going on too BUT i'll be back :> EEE im actively working on it too just at a slower pace than the last!
the most fun thing about being a fic author is when you know what’s supposed to happen but when you go to write it you realise that, for the event to be plausible, you need to add another 2k of development and establish like six extra things before you can even get to the scene you need to write, and by ‘most fun’ I mean fuck everything someone take this fucking story away from me I’m on strike
