Midnight Dreams✨

31 year old multi-stan here have been a K-pop fan since 2007.

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MasterList:

BTS:

Hallowed Grove (ot7)

Ateez:

Summer On The Diamond (San & Seonghwa)

Stray Kids:

Eternal Hunt (ot8)

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I know this isn’t my usual stuff. But I wrote this song. But had AI do the voice and music. This is based off of my high school youth. Just let me know what you think. Be nice.

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@remedyx

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I know this isn’t my usual stuff. But I wrote this song. But had AI do the voice and music. This is based off of my high school youth. Just let me know what you think. Be nice.

[kangsyeosang]

WANTEEZ Episode 46

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@potatomountain It’s giving Case It’s: You

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Hallowed Grove Chapter Fifteen: The Crown Beneath the Roots

The Grove slept uneasy.

They could feel it — every rustle of the leaves, every shiver of the roots beneath their feet. It was alive, aware, and shifting around them like a creature dreaming too close to waking.

In the clearing near the silver tree, the group gathered by a small fire once more — not for warmth this time, but for strategy.

Maps, sigils, and old sketches lay spread across stones and moss. Namjoon traced them with his fingertip, lips pressed in a thin line.

“The wards won’t hold if he comes in force,” he said.

Yoongi leaned back against a gnarled trunk.

“Then we don’t wait for him to knock.”

Taehyung lay on his back in the grass nearby, hands folded on his chest, staring at the canopy of shifting branches.

“The Grove’s awake. I can feel it humming through the roots.”

Y/N stood a few paces away, one palm pressed against the silver tree’s bark.

The contact sent a faint glow up her arm — a pulse that felt like both question and answer.

When she pulled her hand away, symbols bloomed on the trunk — faint runes, half-formed crowns, and lines that twisted downward into the earth.

Hoseok moved to her side, eyes narrowing at the markings.

“Do you know what it’s saying?”

“Not yet.”

She knelt and brushed moss aside where the trunk met the soil. Beneath, the runes continued — etched deeper into roots older than language. She could almost hear them if she listened hard enough. Like a heartbeat in the ground.

Seokjin crouched beside her, tracing one sigil with his thumb before wiping his hand on his cloak.

“It’s a path.”

She looked at him. “A path?”

“To the ritual,” he said simply. “You were meant to be crowned here. The Grove buried its memory when you fell — but it’s waking up now because you’re ready to finish it.”

Y/N’s chest tightened.

“And if I’m not?”

From behind her, Jungkook’s voice was firm.

“You are. You always were.”

✦

The rest of the day passed like a slow heartbeat — the Grove shifting around them as they prepared.

Yoongi and Namjoon reinforced protective wards, weaving sea sigils with shadow magic at the edges of the clearing. Jin mixed fresh healing salves and taught Taehyung how to bless the wildflowers so they’d carry light deeper into the forest’s shadows. Hoseok meditated near the roots, mind open — listening for any whisper of Ragnor’s corruption.

Jimin found Y/N sitting alone by the stream, fingers trailing in the water that now glowed faintly where she touched it.

“Dance with me,” he said softly.

She looked up, startled — then saw the shy spark in his eyes. A memory flickered: moonlight, waves crashing, his laughter as he spun her barefoot through the surf.

They moved to a small clearing near the roots. No music — just the hum of the Grove, the hush of wind through ancient leaves.

He pulled her close, one hand warm at her waist, the other slipping into hers. She rested her chin on his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in — like her scent was something he’d lost long ago.

When they danced, the tension fell away. Her heart beat in time with his steps, the Grove’s magic rising around them in gentle pulses.

And when Jimin leaned in — hesitant at first — she met him halfway.

The kiss was soft but deep. She pulled him closer, wanting to be as close as possible. Their bodies pressed against each other.

Sealed like a promise with ancient roots around them.

✦

That night, as the fire burned low, the Grove shifted again.

Y/N lay awake, the others asleep in a protective circle around the silver tree. Her eyes traced the runes beneath the bark, now glowing faintly with a light that pulsed to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She knelt, pressing her hand to the roots. The world blurred — a vision spilling into her mind.

A crown of woven branches. Four sigils — sea, sky, earth, shadow — circling the silver tree. Herself standing at the center, wings spread wide, the tree’s roots coiling up her legs like veins. The Grove whispering:

“Guardian. Bridge. Anchor.”

She gasped, yanked back into her own skin.

But something new was waiting in the clearing. A twisted vine, black as pitch, slithered up the silver bark — leaving a scar where it touched.

Yoongi woke with a sharp breath, his shadow magic bristling around him.

“What is that?”

Y/N swallowed hard, hand trembling as she reached for the mark. It burned cold under her fingertips.

“Ragnor,” she whispered. “He’s trying to break through the anchor.”

The Grove shivered beneath her palm — its magic straining to hold.

But the crown beneath the roots pulsed stronger than ever.

And this time, Y/N would not run from what it demanded.

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Eternal Hunt Chapter Eighteen: When the Walls Break

The Calm Before

The precinct had always been cluttered—maps taped to walls, photographs of Dominic’s men pinned with thumbtacks, files spilling across desks. Tonight, though, it felt suffocating.

Y/N sat apart from the others, the Vermilion Oath propped against her chair like a silent sentinel. The crimson steel glowed faintly in the dim light, humming at the edge of her senses. Every time her hand brushed the hilt, a pulse shot through her chest, as if the weapon remembered its purpose and demanded she do the same.

She avoided their eyes. Chan’s steady gaze that felt too searching. Felix’s restless flickers of attention that burned with questions he didn’t ask. Hyunjin’s sharp awareness that saw more than he should.

And Minho’s. His stare wasn’t obvious—he didn’t linger the way Felix did, didn’t watch the way Chan did. But she could feel it anyway, like the edge of a knife against her skin. Unreadable. Unrelenting.

Better this way, she told herself. Keep the distance. Keep them alive.

The First Crack

The lights flickered once.

Everyone stilled.

“They shouldn’t—” Han began, tapping his laptop.

The lights flickered again.

Then the alarm wailed.

A heartbeat later, the windows exploded inward.

The Ambush

Dominic’s men poured through the broken glass like shadows with teeth, guns and blades gleaming in the chaos. The night air rushed in, carrying the stink of smoke and blood.

“Positions!” Chan barked, already moving.

Changbin lunged first, slamming into the nearest intruder with enough force to shake the filing cabinets. Hyunjin spun low, his blade flashing in clean, elegant arcs that found throats before his enemies could scream.

Felix shoved Jeongin behind cover, firing off quick shots between stacks of papers. Han cursed as his laptop sparked, the screen going black, but still grabbed a sidearm with shaking hands.

Y/N was already moving—no hesitation, no restraint. The Vermilion Oath sang through the air, its crimson glow lighting the walls as if fire itself had entered the room. The blade cut clean, through armor, through bone, and each strike fed the next, the rhythm of battle written in blood.

The room became war.

Fall

Minho fought with ruthless precision, sliding between desks, striking quick and sharp. His daggers found weak points in armor, his movements efficient, unflinching.

But Dominic’s men weren’t normal thugs. They were trained, desperate, and fueled by something darker.

One slipped behind him, faster than expected. The crack of a fist against Minho’s ribs echoed through the chaos. He gasped, stumbling. His gun skittered across the floor, useless.

The enforcer raised his blade for the killing strike.

Minho’s breath froze in his chest.

And then—

The Vermilion Oath cut through the dark.

Y/N was there, her blade a streak of crimson light. She drove it through the attacker’s chest, the impact sparking against the steel beams above. Blood sprayed hot across the floor, and the man collapsed in a heap at Minho’s feet.

For a moment, only the ringing in Minho’s ears filled the silence between them.

“You’re insane,” he rasped, clutching his side.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N shot back, eyes burning red.

The Breaking Point

The fight dragged on, brutal and unforgiving. The precinct shook with gunfire, glass shattered underfoot, and blood slicked the concrete floor.

When the last of Dominic’s men retreated, leaving the place in ruins, the silence afterward was deafening.

Bodies littered the ground. Papers smoldered from stray sparks. The Vermilion Oath dripped crimson at Y/N’s side, humming like it hadn’t had enough.

Minho found her by the shattered window, the city sprawling in restless light beyond her. She was breathing hard, sweat streaking her temple, eyes still glowing faintly red.

“Why do you do it?” His voice was low, sharp. “Throw yourself into the fire like you don’t care if you make it back.”

Her grip tightened on the sword. “Because it’s my fight. Not yours.”

He stepped closer, jaw clenched, his shadow falling over hers. “Don’t give me that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“No,” he bit out, voice breaking with something rawer than anger. “You fight like you’re already dead. And I can’t stand it.”

Her lips parted, words caught in her throat. The wall she’d built—the cold, deliberate distance—shuddered under the weight of his fury.

His hand snapped out, gripping her arm. He pulled her toward him, mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was all heat, fury, and desperation.

For a heartbeat, she froze. Then her resistance broke. She kissed him back, fire meeting fire, anger and longing bleeding together until neither could tell them apart.

When they tore apart, breathless, Minho’s forehead pressed against hers. His voice was rough, uneven.

“You make me crazy,” he whispered. “But I can’t watch you die.”

Y/N swallowed, her chest tight, the words she wanted to say trapped behind her teeth.

And for the first time in years, the walls she had built didn’t feel so indestructible.

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Eternal Hunt Chapter Eighteen: When the Walls Break

The Calm Before

The precinct had always been cluttered—maps taped to walls, photographs of Dominic’s men pinned with thumbtacks, files spilling across desks. Tonight, though, it felt suffocating.

Y/N sat apart from the others, the Vermilion Oath propped against her chair like a silent sentinel. The crimson steel glowed faintly in the dim light, humming at the edge of her senses. Every time her hand brushed the hilt, a pulse shot through her chest, as if the weapon remembered its purpose and demanded she do the same.

She avoided their eyes. Chan’s steady gaze that felt too searching. Felix’s restless flickers of attention that burned with questions he didn’t ask. Hyunjin’s sharp awareness that saw more than he should.

And Minho’s. His stare wasn’t obvious—he didn’t linger the way Felix did, didn’t watch the way Chan did. But she could feel it anyway, like the edge of a knife against her skin. Unreadable. Unrelenting.

Better this way, she told herself. Keep the distance. Keep them alive.

The First Crack

The lights flickered once.

Everyone stilled.

“They shouldn’t—” Han began, tapping his laptop.

The lights flickered again.

Then the alarm wailed.

A heartbeat later, the windows exploded inward.

The Ambush

Dominic’s men poured through the broken glass like shadows with teeth, guns and blades gleaming in the chaos. The night air rushed in, carrying the stink of smoke and blood.

“Positions!” Chan barked, already moving.

Changbin lunged first, slamming into the nearest intruder with enough force to shake the filing cabinets. Hyunjin spun low, his blade flashing in clean, elegant arcs that found throats before his enemies could scream.

Felix shoved Jeongin behind cover, firing off quick shots between stacks of papers. Han cursed as his laptop sparked, the screen going black, but still grabbed a sidearm with shaking hands.

Y/N was already moving—no hesitation, no restraint. The Vermilion Oath sang through the air, its crimson glow lighting the walls as if fire itself had entered the room. The blade cut clean, through armor, through bone, and each strike fed the next, the rhythm of battle written in blood.

The room became war.

Fall

Minho fought with ruthless precision, sliding between desks, striking quick and sharp. His daggers found weak points in armor, his movements efficient, unflinching.

But Dominic’s men weren’t normal thugs. They were trained, desperate, and fueled by something darker.

One slipped behind him, faster than expected. The crack of a fist against Minho’s ribs echoed through the chaos. He gasped, stumbling. His gun skittered across the floor, useless.

The enforcer raised his blade for the killing strike.

Minho’s breath froze in his chest.

And then—

The Vermilion Oath cut through the dark.

Y/N was there, her blade a streak of crimson light. She drove it through the attacker’s chest, the impact sparking against the steel beams above. Blood sprayed hot across the floor, and the man collapsed in a heap at Minho’s feet.

For a moment, only the ringing in Minho’s ears filled the silence between them.

“You’re insane,” he rasped, clutching his side.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N shot back, eyes burning red.

The Breaking Point

The fight dragged on, brutal and unforgiving. The precinct shook with gunfire, glass shattered underfoot, and blood slicked the concrete floor.

When the last of Dominic’s men retreated, leaving the place in ruins, the silence afterward was deafening.

Bodies littered the ground. Papers smoldered from stray sparks. The Vermilion Oath dripped crimson at Y/N’s side, humming like it hadn’t had enough.

Minho found her by the shattered window, the city sprawling in restless light beyond her. She was breathing hard, sweat streaking her temple, eyes still glowing faintly red.

“Why do you do it?” His voice was low, sharp. “Throw yourself into the fire like you don’t care if you make it back.”

Her grip tightened on the sword. “Because it’s my fight. Not yours.”

He stepped closer, jaw clenched, his shadow falling over hers. “Don’t give me that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“No,” he bit out, voice breaking with something rawer than anger. “You fight like you’re already dead. And I can’t stand it.”

Her lips parted, words caught in her throat. The wall she’d built—the cold, deliberate distance—shuddered under the weight of his fury.

His hand snapped out, gripping her arm. He pulled her toward him, mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was all heat, fury, and desperation.

For a heartbeat, she froze. Then her resistance broke. She kissed him back, fire meeting fire, anger and longing bleeding together until neither could tell them apart.

When they tore apart, breathless, Minho’s forehead pressed against hers. His voice was rough, uneven.

“You make me crazy,” he whispered. “But I can’t watch you die.”

Y/N swallowed, her chest tight, the words she wanted to say trapped behind her teeth.

And for the first time in years, the walls she had built didn’t feel so indestructible.

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So I found these ai pics of stray kids as elves and now my brain won’t shut up 🧝‍♂️✨

imagine:

– an elven noble bride

– a political betrothal meant to prevent war

– stray kids as rival-kingdom elves who kidnap her and change everything

ancient magic, war brewing, enemies-to-allies vibes, questionable morals

any writers wanna grab this idea before I do

because I will cave and write it myself.

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Eternal Hunt Chapter Seventeen: Slipping Into The Shadows 

Rooftop – Night

The city below pulsed with restless life—neon lights, taxi horns, the endless hum of Manhattan refusing to sleep. But up here, the world was quiet.

Y/N sat with her back against a rusted vent, the Vermilion Oath resting across her lap. The crimson blade gleamed faintly in the dark, as though it breathed with her.

She traced her fingers along the hilt. The metal was warm, too warm, like it remembered blood. Like it knew the weight of her decision.

Felix’s smile haunted her. The way he’d touched her, kissed her, as though she were something precious—not a weapon, not a shadow. For one stolen night she’d let herself believe it. And then, like always, she had left.

Because she had to.

Because they knew the truth. That if she destroyed the Bloodstone, Dominic would fall—but so would she.

She couldn’t let them hope. She couldn’t let them think there was a future here, not with her. Better to cut the thread before it tangled them further.

“Stay away,” she whispered to herself, though the words tasted bitter.

The Vermilion hummed in her hands, as if mocking her resolve.

Detectives – The Empty Space

Back at the precinct, the air was heavy.

Felix paced, his boots scuffing the concrete floor. He hadn’t seen her since the morning. He kept checking the door, waiting for her to walk through, waiting for something—anything.

Hyunjin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, sharp eyes flicking toward Felix. “She’s slipping further away,” he muttered.

Seungmin sat at the table, expression unreadable, his hands steepled. “Good. Distance keeps her alive longer. Or us.”

Changbin bristled, muttering something about “not the time for cold logic.” But he didn’t push.

And Chan… Chan stayed quiet, standing at the evidence board with his back to them. His knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the table, but he didn’t speak her name. Didn’t ask where she was.

But the silence said enough.

Dominic’s Penthouse

The chamber doors creaked open.

Dominic sat at the head of a long marble table, the city burning in lights far below. His lieutenant stepped inside, bowing his head low. Behind him shuffled an ancient figure cloaked in tattered robes, skin parchment-pale, eyes milked with age and madness.

The Archivist.

Once, he had been a scholar of the Old Coven. Now, he was half-myth, half-nightmare—kept in shadows, where his knowledge festered.

Dominic didn’t rise, but his smile was sharp. “You’ve grown uglier.”

The Archivist’s dry laugh rattled the air. “And you’ve grown more desperate, Laurent. It reeks from your skin.”

Dominic’s fingers tightened against the table, but he said nothing. He gestured instead, and the lieutenant slid forward a folder—images of the Vermilion Oath, freshly sighted in Y/N’s hands.

“She wields it,” Dominic said. “The blade I buried in blood and stone. The one you swore would never rise again.”

The Archivist’s cloudy eyes sharpened. He reached for the photo with a clawlike hand, tracing the blade’s crimson edge as though he could feel its hum through paper.

“They say it was forged to end the first of us,” he murmured. “The girl who was turned but kept her heart. If she carries it now…” His lips curled. “Perhaps fate is cruel enough to finish what it started.”

Dominic’s voice dropped to a hiss. “Tell me how to stop it.”

The Archivist only smiled, teeth too sharp, too many. “There is no stopping. Only choosing which blood will burn first—yours, or hers.”

Rooftop

On the rooftop, Y/N stood. The wind tugged at her hair, cold against her damp skin. The city spread beneath her, vast and endless, but her eyes were fixed on the blade in her hand.

“This ends with me,” she whispered.

The Vermilion pulsed once, as if answering.

And then she was gone—leaping into shadow, vanishing before anyone could follow.

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Hallowed Grove Chapter Fifteen: The Crown Beneath the Roots

The Grove slept uneasy.

They could feel it — every rustle of the leaves, every shiver of the roots beneath their feet. It was alive, aware, and shifting around them like a creature dreaming too close to waking.

In the clearing near the silver tree, the group gathered by a small fire once more — not for warmth this time, but for strategy.

Maps, sigils, and old sketches lay spread across stones and moss. Namjoon traced them with his fingertip, lips pressed in a thin line.

“The wards won’t hold if he comes in force,” he said.

Yoongi leaned back against a gnarled trunk.

“Then we don’t wait for him to knock.”

Taehyung lay on his back in the grass nearby, hands folded on his chest, staring at the canopy of shifting branches.

“The Grove’s awake. I can feel it humming through the roots.”

Y/N stood a few paces away, one palm pressed against the silver tree’s bark.

The contact sent a faint glow up her arm — a pulse that felt like both question and answer.

When she pulled her hand away, symbols bloomed on the trunk — faint runes, half-formed crowns, and lines that twisted downward into the earth.

Hoseok moved to her side, eyes narrowing at the markings.

“Do you know what it’s saying?”

“Not yet.”

She knelt and brushed moss aside where the trunk met the soil. Beneath, the runes continued — etched deeper into roots older than language. She could almost hear them if she listened hard enough. Like a heartbeat in the ground.

Seokjin crouched beside her, tracing one sigil with his thumb before wiping his hand on his cloak.

“It’s a path.”

She looked at him. “A path?”

“To the ritual,” he said simply. “You were meant to be crowned here. The Grove buried its memory when you fell — but it’s waking up now because you’re ready to finish it.”

Y/N’s chest tightened.

“And if I’m not?”

From behind her, Jungkook’s voice was firm.

“You are. You always were.”

✦

The rest of the day passed like a slow heartbeat — the Grove shifting around them as they prepared.

Yoongi and Namjoon reinforced protective wards, weaving sea sigils with shadow magic at the edges of the clearing. Jin mixed fresh healing salves and taught Taehyung how to bless the wildflowers so they’d carry light deeper into the forest’s shadows. Hoseok meditated near the roots, mind open — listening for any whisper of Ragnor’s corruption.

Jimin found Y/N sitting alone by the stream, fingers trailing in the water that now glowed faintly where she touched it.

“Dance with me,” he said softly.

She looked up, startled — then saw the shy spark in his eyes. A memory flickered: moonlight, waves crashing, his laughter as he spun her barefoot through the surf.

They moved to a small clearing near the roots. No music — just the hum of the Grove, the hush of wind through ancient leaves.

He pulled her close, one hand warm at her waist, the other slipping into hers. She rested her chin on his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in — like her scent was something he’d lost long ago.

When they danced, the tension fell away. Her heart beat in time with his steps, the Grove’s magic rising around them in gentle pulses.

And when Jimin leaned in — hesitant at first — she met him halfway.

The kiss was soft but deep. She pulled him closer, wanting to be as close as possible. Their bodies pressed against each other.

Sealed like a promise with ancient roots around them.

✦

That night, as the fire burned low, the Grove shifted again.

Y/N lay awake, the others asleep in a protective circle around the silver tree. Her eyes traced the runes beneath the bark, now glowing faintly with a light that pulsed to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She knelt, pressing her hand to the roots. The world blurred — a vision spilling into her mind.

A crown of woven branches. Four sigils — sea, sky, earth, shadow — circling the silver tree. Herself standing at the center, wings spread wide, the tree’s roots coiling up her legs like veins. The Grove whispering:

“Guardian. Bridge. Anchor.”

She gasped, yanked back into her own skin.

But something new was waiting in the clearing. A twisted vine, black as pitch, slithered up the silver bark — leaving a scar where it touched.

Yoongi woke with a sharp breath, his shadow magic bristling around him.

“What is that?”

Y/N swallowed hard, hand trembling as she reached for the mark. It burned cold under her fingertips.

“Ragnor,” she whispered. “He’s trying to break through the anchor.”

The Grove shivered beneath her palm — its magic straining to hold.

But the crown beneath the roots pulsed stronger than ever.

And this time, Y/N would not run from what it demanded.

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🩸 Eternal Hunt: “Trick of the Blood Moon”

A Halloween Special

The full moon bled over Manhattan — red, swollen, and wrong. It was the kind of night where monsters blended in, and humans pretended they didn’t see. Halloween, the city’s annual masquerade of madness.

Inside the precinct, orange string lights flickered across the bullpen. Someone had draped a plastic skeleton over Seungmin’s chair, and Felix had somehow convinced Changbin to carve a pumpkin that looked like Dominic Laurent. It was ugly. And accurate.

Y/N leaned against the evidence table, spinning a silver stake between her fingers like a coin. “So… what’s the game plan for tonight, boss? Or do we just wing it and hope no one gets turned?”

Bang Chan looked up from the case file, jaw tight, eyes betraying both exhaustion and fondness. “We blend in, gather intel, and don’t start any fights.”

“Define ‘start,’” Hyunjin said, leaning back in his chair, lips curling into a smirk. “Because technically—”

“Technically,” Seungmin interrupted, “you almost got bitten last time.”

Hyunjin placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “Occupational hazard.”

“Idiocy hazard,” Seungmin muttered.

Y/N grinned, sliding a crimson mask over her eyes. “Don’t worry, boys. I’ll behave.”

Chan arched a brow. “That’s what you said before the warehouse fire.”

“That was an accident.”

“You threw a lit match into a pile of gasoline.”

She shrugged. “An educated accident.”

Felix snorted, ducking his head. “At least she looks good doing it.”

Y/N spun once in her outfit — black leather corset, crimson ribbons, and boots that could kill. Her lips gleamed dark red under the light. “Why thank you, Lixie. You clean up nice yourself.”

Han whistled from his desk. “Okay, okay, focus. Blood Moon Ball starts in twenty minutes. I’ve uploaded blueprints to your comms. And, uh…” —he held up a tiny vial of shimmering liquid— “this is a temporary disguise enhancer. Helps you blend in with supernatural auras.”

Y/N snatched it from his hand. “Tastes like sugar?”

Han hesitated. “More like battery acid.”

She grinned and downed it in one gulp.

🕷️

The opera house was alive with sin and silk. Red lights pulsed like veins beneath the chandeliers, and the air was thick with perfume and the faint iron scent of blood. Vampires danced, humans laughed too loudly, and somewhere between them, the detectives slipped into the crowd.

Hyunjin offered his arm to Y/N. “Care for a dance, Miss Chaos?”

“Only if you can keep up, Pretty Boy.”

Their steps matched perfectly — deliberate, dangerous. Her laughter spilled like wine as she twirled through the dancers, eyes scanning the crowd.

In her earpiece, Seungmin’s voice buzzed: “Target’s moving toward the north balcony. Try not to make a scene.”

“Oh, honey,” Y/N murmured, smirking. “Making scenes is my specialty.”

Hyunjin laughed under his breath. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe I am.” Her pupils glowed faintly red for a second — the serum, or maybe the moon. “Maybe I needed a night to be bad.”

🕷️

“Okay, Y/N, he’s alone,” Felix’s voice came through softly. “Black mask. Glass of red wine. Balcony’s clear.”

“Copy that.”

She turned to Hyunjin. “Distract the crowd.”

“How?”

She smiled. “You’ll figure it out.”

And he did — seconds later, the room erupted in applause as Hyunjin hopped onto a table, twirling a candelabra and performing a ridiculous, elegant bow.

Meanwhile, Y/N glided toward the balcony, each step a mix of grace and mischief. Her heels clicked on marble, echoing like a countdown.

The vampire dealer turned, smirk already forming. “Ah. The hunter in masquerade. I’ve heard of you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Delicious things.” His eyes gleamed crimson. “You smell… alive.”

She tilted her head, voice syrup-sweet. “That’s because I still am.”

He lunged — too fast for a human eye — but she met him halfway, slamming her knee into his ribs. They crashed through a curtain, blades flashing. Her laughter echoed, unhinged and sharp.

“What’s wrong, fang-boy? Can’t handle a little trick or treat?”

He hissed, claws slicing the air — but she ducked, swept his legs, and kicked him backward through a stained-glass window. Moonlight painted her in crimson shards.

She sauntered to the edge, wiping a streak of blood from her cheek. “Happy Halloween.” One final throw — her silver stake hit true. He dissolved into ash midair.

🕷️

By the time the team regrouped outside, the club was still buzzing. Y/N walked out first, hair wild, mask cracked, laughter still lingering on her lips.

Hyunjin followed, grinning like a proud co-conspirator. “You were insane in there.”

“I was brilliant in there.”

Chan crossed his arms, leaning against the van. “You disobeyed every order I gave.”

“Yeah,” she said, stepping closer, eyes glinting. “And it worked.”

Felix peeked out from behind his laptop. “For the record, that was the most fun mission I’ve ever monitored.”

Changbin nodded. “She’s chaos, but effective chaos.”

Seungmin sighed. “We’re going to get arrested one day.”

Y/N perched on the hood of the van, swinging her legs like a child who’d just stolen candy. “You boys worry too much.”

Chan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Next Halloween, I’m handcuffing you to the van.”

She grinned. “Kinky.”

Hyunjin nearly choked. “Oh my god—”

Felix wheezed laughter, clutching his side.

Y/N leaned back, watching the red moon fade into dawn. “Admit it, Captain. You had fun.”

Chan hesitated. A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Maybe a little.”

“Then my work here is done.”

She hopped off the hood, twirling her stake once before slipping it back into her holster. The reflection of the dying moon glimmered in her eyes — and for just a second, they flashed bright red.

“Happy Halloween, boys.”

And with that, she vanished into the fog, her laughter following like music.

[mleighd94]

Never thought I’d get someone pretending to be a K-pop idol messaging me on Tumblr.

I get those all the time on TikTok, but Tumblr? Really?

Are you that bored that you have to pretend to be someone famous just to message people?

Wow. 😂

[mleighd94]

Summer on the Diamond

Chapter Seven: “All the Things We Don’t Say”

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Game day buzzed through the air like static.

The stands weren’t full, but the energy was sharp — whistles, cheers, the scuff of cleats on dirt.

You stood just outside the dugout, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the field.

You knew this game mattered.

Not just for the standings — for them. For the tension that had turned the team into strangers these past few days.

San hadn’t spoken to you since the dugout.

Seonghwa had said exactly five words this morning:

“Stay hydrated. Tape Wooyoung’s ankle.”

You didn’t know which silence hurt more.

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The innings passed in pieces.

You worked on muscle rubs. Replaced ice packs. Called out hydration reminders like it was the only thing holding you together.

You didn’t even realize you’d held your breath until San slid hard into home in the sixth — dirt flying, helmet off, safe.

The team roared.

He jumped up, smiling wide — eyes bright in a way you hadn’t seen in days.

And then — he turned. Locked eyes with you.

And he ran to you.

It happened before either of you could think:

His arms around you, lifting you off the ground, spinning once in pure, wild celebration.

“We did it!” he laughed, the sound full and free.

And then — still holding you — he froze.

You felt it happen.

His hands dropped. His smile slipped. His eyes went guarded.

He set you down gently. Too gently.

Then stepped back, jaw tightening, not meeting your gaze.

He disappeared into the cheering crowd without a word.

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The game ended in victory.

Cheers. Applause. Water coolers dumped over heads.

But all you could hear was the sound of San’s laugh dying in his throat.

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You stayed behind to clean up.

The field emptied slowly — teammates peeling away in twos and threes.

Seonghwa passed by the dugout, helmet under one arm.

You looked up instinctively.

He saw you.

He looked right at you.

And kept walking.

No nod. No word. Just… nothing.

Like you weren’t there at all.

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You sat down on the bench, finally letting yourself breathe.

Your chest ached. Not like heartbreak — more like pressure. Like something inside was pushing against your ribs, begging to be let out.

The sun was setting. The field was quiet again.

You thought you were alone.

Until a shadow dropped onto the bench beside you.

Yunho.

He didn’t say anything. Just held out a water bottle.

You took it.

He didn’t look at you. Didn’t make a joke. Didn’t try to fix it.

He just sat there.

And for the first time all day, you didn’t feel like you were breaking alone.

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Case: It's Us CHECK IN!

so honestly i dont have much planned for case: it's us, other than some plot points like the whole taking down bad guys. i have a lot of things i want to resolve but i dont have ideas. however i REALLY want to continue im just stuck SO I'm reaching out to you my lovely readers for you to send in feedback! Things you would like to see, theories. Did you like the flashback chapter? Do you want more stray kids? Do you want more mxm chapters in general?

Should anyone spark an idea, credits will be made, but i just do not want this story to fade away and i dont like how long it takes me to write a chapter now. I want to see this to the end.

it was easier in the beginning, for case: it's you. it received a lot of love and unfortunately nothing motivates me than nice words and other people. it keeps me excited and focused on the idea otherwise my mind wonders. like already planning a whole ass other fic for why? (would be shorter and no sequel, vampires, but like yeah) SO THIS IS UR CHANCE! tell me about Case: It's Us! What you want. what would make it even better. please spare me from my torment T^T

[mleighd94]

@potatomountain Hey, I’m sorry that I’m late to respond. I had to think on this one, but really I’d love to know what happened to Felix. That has been haunting my thoughts. Is he okay after the kiss? Also would love a Yeosang and main character moment; loved that last one. And loved the Jongho and main character moment. Wouldn’t say no to more Yunho; he’s my bias. That scene you did with him and the gun with the main character gets me every time. 🥵

[mleighd94]

🌿 Hallowed Grove Chapter Fourteen: The Shape Of Her Return

The Grove slept uneasy.

They could feel it — every rustle of the leaves, every shiver of the roots beneath their feet. It was alive, aware, and shifting around them like a creature dreaming too close to waking.

In the clearing near the silver tree, the group gathered by a small fire once more — not for warmth this time, but for strategy. Maps, sigils, and old sketches lay spread across stones and moss. Namjoon traced them with his fingertip, lips pressed in a thin line.

“The wards won’t hold if he comes in force,” he said.

Yoongi leaned back against a gnarled trunk. “Then we don’t wait for him to knock.”

Taehyung lay on his back in the grass nearby, hands folded on his chest, staring at the canopy of shifting branches. “The Grove’s awake. I can feel it humming through the roots.”

Y/N stood a few paces away, one palm pressed against the silver tree’s bark. The contact sent a faint glow up her arm — a pulse that felt like both question and answer.

When she pulled her hand away, symbols bloomed on the trunk — faint runes, half-formed crowns, and lines that twisted downward into the earth.

Hoseok moved to her side, eyes narrowing at the markings. “Do you know what it’s saying?”

“Not yet.” She knelt and brushed moss aside where the trunk met the soil. Beneath, the runes continued — etched deeper into roots older than language. She could almost hear them if she listened hard enough. Like a heartbeat in the ground.

Seokjin came to crouch beside her. He traced one sigil with his thumb, then wiped his hand on his cloak. “It’s a path.”

She looked at him. “A path?”

“To the ritual,” he said simply. “You were meant to be crowned here. The Grove buried its memory when you fell — but it’s waking up now because you’re ready to finish it.”

Y/N’s chest tightened. “And if I’m not?”

“You are,” Jungkook said from behind them, firm. No hesitation. “You always were.”

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The rest of the day passed like a slow heartbeat — the Grove shifting around them as they prepared.

Yoongi and Namjoon reinforced protective wards, weaving sea sigils with shadow magic at the edges of the clearing. Jin mixed fresh healing salves and taught Taehyung how to bless the wildflowers so they’d carry light deeper into the forest’s shadows. Hoseok meditated near the roots, mind open — listening for any whisper of Ragnor’s corruption.

Jimin found Y/N sitting alone by the stream, fingers trailing in the water that now glowed faintly where she touched it.

“Dance with me,” he said softly.

She looked up, startled — then saw the shy spark in his eyes. A memory flickered: moonlight, waves crashing, his laughter as he spun her barefoot through the surf.

They moved to a small clearing near the roots. No music, just the hum of the Grove, the hush of wind through ancient leaves. He pulled her close, one hand warm at her waist, the other slipping into hers. She rested her chin on his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in — like her scent was something he’d lost long ago.

When they danced, the tension fell away. Her heart beat in time with his steps, the Grove’s magic rising around them in gentle pulses. And when Jimin leaned in — hesitant at first — she met him halfway.

The kiss was soft but deep. She pulled him closer wanting to be as close as possible. Their bodies pressed against each other. Sealed like a promise with ancient roots around them.

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That night, as the fire burned low, the Grove shifted again.

Y/N lay awake, the others asleep in a protective circle around the silver tree. Her eyes traced the runes beneath the bark, now glowing faintly with a light that pulsed to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She knelt, pressing her hand to the roots. The world blurred — a vision spilling into her mind.

A crown of woven branches.

Four sigils — sea, sky, earth, shadow — circling the silver tree.

Herself standing at the center, wings spread wide, the tree’s roots coiling up her legs like veins.

The Grove whispering: “Guardian. Bridge. Anchor.”

She gasped, yanked back into her own skin.

But something new was waiting in the clearing. A twisted vine, black as pitch, slithered up the silver bark — leaving a scar where it touched.

Yoongi woke with a sharp breath, his shadow magic bristling around him. “What is that?”

Y/N swallowed hard, hand trembling as she reached for the mark. It burned cold under her fingertips.

“Ragnor,” she whispered. “He’s trying to break through the anchor.”

The Grove shivered beneath her palm — its magic straining to hold. But the crown beneath the roots pulsed stronger than ever.

And this time, Y/N would not run from what it demanded.

[mleighd94]

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[mleighd94]

✨ Hey loves, just wanted to drop in with a little note ✨

I know I haven’t been posting as much as I should lately, and I also realized I’ve been guilty of reusing or posting similar chapter titles across my fics. I’m so sorry about that! Thank you for sticking with me and being patient—it means the world. 💖

To keep things more organized (and to spare you from repeat titles 😅), I’ve started a running note in my phone with all of my chapter names for each story. That way, everything will stay unique and clear moving forward.

I appreciate all of you who continue to read, like, and support my writing—it really keeps me inspired. Updates are coming, and I can’t wait to share more with you soon. 🥰

—Maddi 🌙✨