nedobrice

lullabies are a death cry; at the end of all things i will be weeping. it begins here.

[nochuie]

SPLASH RAIN, do not edit

Jeonghan stop please

[mxjeonghan-blog]

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[mxseunghyun-blog]

Seunghyun was more than happy to be cuddling his older sister before Jeonghan returned- it wasn’t like he was going to get that affection from a certain shortie. He wasn’t too funked up about having to spend time with his siblings, since it meant free food and free entertainment. Sure, Yeri could be creepy sometimes with how possessive she got but hey! Everyone had their quirks. As long as they didn’t bring up how he got his designer jeans and sun glases, Seunghyun was cool with it. 

He leaned back against the couch when the eldest returned, grinning happily at the sight and smell of popcorn. Ah, yes, free food. He reached for it immediately, pouting at the pointed look sent his way in regards to the remote. “I’m just here for the food, literally couldn’t care if you even put cheap foreign films on at this point.”

He shoved a few kernels in his mouth and sighed in delight, leaning his head on Yeri’s shoulder as he chewed thoughfully. “Who knows, Choa noona might cry if you put on a romantic comedy. Seems like she would.” He grinned playfully at his eldest sister and winked, nudging her arm with his elbow. “Would you, noona?”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

my ass you’re here for the food. “uh huh, for the food,” jeonghan said, looking around for the remote and finding it on the side table beside the couch, pressing a few buttons until it came up with netflix on the screen; his eyebrow was raised the entire time as his free arm draped itself over the couch and (very, very ‘lowkey’) around yeri’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “was it also your want for...food...that got you those clothes?”

the eldest merely rolled his eyes at the thought of choa crying -- as if. nevertheless, he did go into the romantic comedy genre, out of curiosity, and began sifting through the movies there, waiting for a reaction from his younger siblings while pulling a straight face. granted, he was actually in the mood for horror, or maybe some r-rated movies -- pirate movies, to be specific -- but it was always fun to bait his siblings into trying to wrestle the remote from him.

jeonghan was the original remote hoe, after all.

[qrkmingyu]

a hoe never gets cold

to say that junior was being a little extra was an understatement – right now, the faery wasn’t taking its usual form. instead, it was shorter, had long, brown locks, and was bustier – a female, by human standards.

more specifically, moon hyuna, vampiress extraordinaire, queen and owner of the duchess, and ‘mother’ to junior park. (mother being an ironic term as the fae was older than the vampire by a good 100+ years).

appearance aside, the fae make its way to its visage’s work place, sunglasses on its face, completely ignoring the fact that the sun had set. outside at the establishment and once asked for identification, the fae lifted up its sunglasses and responded with a sharp “my face is my identification. next.” and walked in. (‘that should keep him off my ass for now’) 

once he entering the the back of the show house, the fae’s appearance began to morph back into its most commonly seen one, except with a few differences – his usually messy black locks were combed and jelled properly in a pompadour-esque manner and his clothes? instead of sporting a brightly colored pull over, he wore a leather jacket over a black t-shirt and black tight fitting jeans. ‘all black. appropriate? not really. fashionable? most of the time’, the fae said to himself and made his way down the familiar halls of the establishment, making one left and two rights before turning and knocking on the door in front of him seven times, smirking.

“your help’s here, oh pixie prince.” 

[mxjeonghan-blog]

jeonghan felt like great, magical beings like himself were so very misunderstood. not everyone knew how to have fun like the fae. not everyone also knew, apparently, how to move their booty in time with the music as well as his kind could (though the merfolk might prove suitable competitors). 

maybe it was just the years of experience.

then again, jeonghan had only recently started taking his clothes off for money. who knew that doing something that humans thought sinful would provide profit? then again -- jeonghan wasn’t really surprised. these little mortals did quite a lot of things for money, so much so that money should be a sin itself. and sin, actually, was what was going to be stuck in his underwear soon -- if he could figure out how to wear said garment.

so it was that he opened the door quite gratefully, not bothering to hide the skimpy piece of male lingerie held between his fingers. jeonghan held it between them with the most bewildered look on his face. “help me put this on, will you? i don’t even know how it’s supposed to be worn, let alone how it’s supposed to fit! i mean...” he laughed, flipping his hair over his shoulder, “i am very fit and slim but --,” the look of a fae in a dilemma immediately appeared again, “do you think i’m hot enough?”

[notmcxbyulyi]

his childish antics was seriously pissing the hell out of byul. “what do you know?” she raised a brow, obviously mocking him– even taunting him to say more. she wasn’t so sure whether he mean it, and so, she wanted to find out. the sudden balls of warmth and colour caught her off guard, and she was bewildered by it. she threw a piercing glare at him after she had observed the sudden appearance of these odd-looking balls.

“i don’t.” she answered frankly and almost instantly. “i don’t have time for that. i mean whoeven are you, and why should i bother?” she snorted, eyes still looking directly into his. her gaze never really left him throughout. oh god he knew. okay. fuck. just act cool byul. she coughed. “who are you calling child? i am not a child. for fuck’s sakes. i’m already 222.” she instinctively leaned back, taking a few steps backwards.

she sighed, why was she even giving effort wtih this conversation. he was pretty irrelevant anyway, right? “i don’t have time for your bullshit. now will you excuse me– i have other matters to attend to.” and with the she turned around, continuing her previously interrupted business. she started to walk once more, away from the stranger.

[mxjeonghan-blog]

maybe it was the moon -- yes, it was probably the moon. ah, there was such a rush that came with it, and jeonghan did like his exciting little endeavours. it was always thrilling to flirt with death, or with people and naturals who thought that they knew death. most of them were children, only playing with the idea, playing with the act, not knowing the minuscule intricacies of life itself.

these young whipper-snappers should really learn respect.

“you’re right! you’re not a child -- you’re an infant!” laughed the faery prince, smile as warm as the lights that shone brighter, that burned brightly in the night without any need for the sun. it was all, of course, an illusion, but magic was just about as real as the two of the were. to believe otherwise was foolish, misguided -- and everyone should have at least heard how much the fae loved the whole misguiding business (in general). 

“and what are you going to attend to?” he pried further, walking beside her and the lights following them as he did. “your little thirst? ah, but i could make it better! or worse. maybe worse, depending on my mood, but!” he smiled even wider, “you’re in luck! i am in a wonderful mood today, tiny vampire baby. in the mood for giving out rewards before the big party later, see? it’d be such a wasted opportunity, refusing a faery’s magic.” he paused, and if it hadn’t been for the shadows, his smile would’ve seemed a tad bit darker. “especially from the prince.”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

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@mthchoa, @mxyeri, @mxseunghyun​

“okay, fam,” jeonghan began, big tubs of popcorn held in both arms and a big grin on his face -- which was, he thought, definitely innocent, and not at all suspicious. besides, there was nothing to be suspicious for, since this was definitely a good ol’ sibling gathering.

jeonghan told himself to behave for it. (for as long as any of his siblings could; he couldn’t promise not to throw popcorn at, say, seunghyun.)

“no one fight over the remote,” he told them, setting one of the tubs of popcorn down on the coffee table along with all the other food and drink set out for all of them. “i’m talking to you two,” the fae clarified, looking pointedly at choa and their (still cute!) little brother, though his expression shifted when he sat beside yeri, tub between his legs, “i know yeri can behave herself. no one be a remote hoe. now -- what the hell are we watching?”

FROSTING probably

{ UM??? cheesecake? sweet but not too sweet?? }

( i – ….whipped cream!?!?!? idk man this question as me stumped )

[mxjeonghan-blog]

mxwoohyun replied to your post: forreal how does faery cum taste like

(( uh- uhm, rainbows and sprinkles? :> something sweet?!? ;; ))

so it tastes like some kinda dessert nice nice  n i ce 

[mxjeonghan-blog]

forreal how does faery cum taste like

[mxhaejin]

pressed flowers // jeonghan

haejin compared faeries to red wine; they were best consumed after aging intensified their magic.

he scrubs his hands raw with antibacterial soap and tugs on a fresh pair of surgical gloves. the familiar snap of latex against flesh is comforting. after sanitation comes the final ritual; unscrewing the cap of a small vial of blood kept fresh in an industrial cooler. he performed better while intoxicated – poisoned – on the euphoric pain of vampire blood.

faefolk were fickle things, so all precautionary measures were taken. hours ago, jeonghan fell prey to a drink drugged with pinches of illegal powder bartered from a desperate mage. now he was firmly secured to a dissection table. small iron bands held his wrists, ankles, above and below kneecaps, waist, and head in place to restrict movement. the wings? splayed out and pinned to the table for examination. and the iv poking through the poor creature’s veins dripped diluted iron into his system every hour, although haejin took note that purges would be necessary to keep toxicity levels low.

his beautiful, beautiful test subject stirred.

“how are you feeling, jeonghan? a little woozy?” he asked, “it’s normal to feel a sick to your stomach, but let me know if the nausea worsens.”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

jeonghan had never learned to take a page out of his own book, and getting a taste of his own medicine apparently felt like shit, and tasted even worse.

his head swam -- and not in a good way. jeonghan’s stomach felt like it had been turned inside out and ran along a bed of nails before being turned outside-in, all the sharp bits clinging to his insides. the more he regained consciousness the more he wished he hadn’t. it was instinct to try and look around; jeonghan, instead, deprived himself of the external sensations, and instead attempted to keep his head straight by closing his eyes.

there were many things, he soon realised, that were wrong with him. having his wings pinned down felt like the most absolute agony; an attempt to free himself from the restraints that held him down only resulted in a burning sensation that -- oh. oh, god, he was going to be sick --

and when bile rose up his throat, there was no reflex that was quick enough to prevent it from spilling out of his mouth; it tasted of blood, underneath the acrid taste that lingered on his tongue as it streamed down his chin and dripped upon the floor. (his own body, he supposed, trying to get the poison out of his system.) the smell nauseated him further, kept his eyes closed just a little bit longer. he didn’t speak yet, and only coughed out the remaining liquid. only when it was over did he choose to answer:

“i’m going to need a long shower after i consume your insides -- and i am getting a little bit peckish, thanks for asking.”

[lxjm]

utter regret | yjh & ljm

[lxjm]

He has to focus on the children—the students he teach, not the distracting lights and the people around him that’s too close for comfort. Jeonghan’s smile leaves him worried, concerned for many things, like his job, his life, his sanity, oh and maybe his guitar. His fears are concerned the moment Jeonghan leans in and attempts to wrestle the case from him. Yeah, he should definitely be concerned for his guitar. He’s defenseless without it—completely defenseless and naked. He doesn’t go anywhere without it when he’s not teaching and to have it pried out of his hands and given to a stranger, the horror, oh the horror.

A whine escapes and he reaches for his guitar over the counter, but of course, he can’t reach it. Damn him and his short everything. “B-but, my baby—my job, the students! The students, Jeonghan!”

He pouts, crossing his arms and glares at the fae. There was no way out of his at this point, his guitar has been kept hostage and the other seems insistent on seeing Jeongmin fucked up in more than one way. At this point, he has no choice but to surrender to the other’s demands. If it’ll take him one drink for him to leave this hell hole, then one drink it is.

“One drink,” he looks at the fae warily, “one drink and I’m leaving, promise?”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

oh, so many things to worry about! jeonghan did not like it when the people around him were so tense. it messed with his ‘mojo’, so to speak, and his mood really needed to be light in order for him not to be too bored -- and a bored and old fae prince was always dangerous one. so jeonghan put up two fingers in order to signal the bartender to give them two drinks, and they came pretty quickly: except jeonghan, before presenting it to the mage, kissed the cool surface of the glass, turning the liquid into a brighter, more vibrant shade of amber.

the thing about accepting food and drink from fae is that one definitely should not. and jeonghan enchanted it so that jeongmin would want to have more of the same.

“oh, one drink if that’s what you want. just drink, will you?”

[mxyeri-deactivated20151212]

It was only natural that she flew into arms when the opportunity presented itself for her to do so. The kisses that she pressed all over his face also seemed so natural and she was sure that he did not mind any of them one bit. She reasoned that Jeonghan deserved all the love she had in her for he gave her nothing less than the same in all the other days of the year. Her arms wound themselves tight around him and the giant ribbon on her head bounced as she did so. 

“I stopped counting, to be honest.” She answered with a giggle, face nuzzled by the crook of his neck. “I’m just here as your birthday present.” 

[mxjeonghan-blog]

his arms wrapped around her immediately, and though his height prompted him to lift her off the ground, he could not keep doing so for long, and so leaned down to place her back down while also keeping his arms around her. a win-win, he thought, though his neck always managed to suffer for it. 

jeonghan pulled away slightly and grinned at the bow on his sister’s head. “cute!” and even wider at the clothes she wore, and the smile on her face. (oh, how he did love seeing her happy.) “what a cute birthday present! i love it very, very much! how can i possibly show my appreciation for it?”

[mxyeri-deactivated20151212]

To laugh out loud would surely blow their cover and so Yeri bit her lip in order to stifle the sound. Now that she thought about it, these girls did stare at Jeonghan longer than what she allowed and for that, they deserved to be punished. With her eyes twinkling with mischief, she blew air out of her lips and watched as a blizzard of paper napkins blew around them, eventually getting stuck onto the mess of ice cream on the other’s cheek. “Aww, how cute.” She commented with a grin. 

[mxjeonghan-blog]

jeonghan tried his darned best to keep his face straight, and eating the ice cream as he watched her work her magic made it slightly easier. but he let out a small chuckle nonetheless, and with a small and quick flick of his wrist, the chair slid out from under the student who wanted to quickly sit down upon it. jeonghan raised a brow at yeri in challenge, saying nothing as he continued to consume the frozen treat.

[cckento]

hooky // jeonghan

[cckento]

I don’t seven see the reason why humans find pants necessary except for grand balls– excuse me, parties,” he said sarcastically.

his hoisted himself up with the help of jeonghan, then stood on wobbly knees. every few moments, they clacked together as they got used to holding his weight. “this isn’t even my body,” he grumbled, “I estimated what the average human male looks like. i think i made my legs too long, but i can’t be bothered right now.”

he raised his eyebrows at the faerie.

“i haven’t had a vacation in three hundred years, so good luck with that,” he said, “

[mxjeonghan-blog]

ah, who knew a merman could sound so bitter? then again, he supposed they were...salty.

the unsaid joke made jeonghan laugh; even more so at the statement, and the merfolk’s awkward movements. it probably shouldn’t. and jeonghan should really, really be more mature about this. but he was fae through and through, and no amount of cynicism would prevent him from wanting to have fun.

“oh, please. you look fine!” to put emphasis on this, he gave the man’s shoulder a light shove, just to test his balance. “and it doesn’t matter! years are just numbers, i’m sure you know. how old am i now...six hundred? four-twenty? who knows, really. just -- come, follow me, we’ll get pants for you.” 

with a small hum and a slight wave of his fingers, an illusion weaved itself around the merfolk’s legs and hips, giving the impression that he did actually wear trousers. “guess that’ll do for now, eh?”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

the lost night

[mxyeri-deactivated20151212]

She is left feeling lightheaded and almost disoriented when he pulls away from her– since when did he start doing that? Confusion is obvious on her face, especially when she hears the question that he asks her next. “Love someone else?” She repeats, the words so foreign to her that she needed to say it again to believe that he had really asked her that. “Why would I do that when I already have you? There is no one else worthy of such other than you.” 

The earlier euphoric feeling is now dulled by her confusion. She knows that something is wrong and she needs to feel his warmth against hers again if only as a form of reassurance. Every inch of her continues to long for him and her desire for him has her closing the distance between them. “Jeonghan, what’s wrong?” 

[mxjeonghan-blog]

please, oh please don’t be so close -- when had he begun wanting to hold her at arms’ length? the feeling, too, was foreign, and her warmth, familiar and welcome. his stomach turned at the thought of parting from her completely. but here the lines between want and innocent love were blurred and for the life of him he could not help but hold her face in his hands and focus here, focus on the one thing that remained clear in the blur of the crowd, in the cacophony of the music.

“nothing’s wrong, love,” lied the fae, having had to lean down to kiss her briefly. (different kind of magic indeed.) “i am feeling a little tired, though. i think i’ll get some rest. must be the old age, right?”

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

[mxjeonghan-blog]

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[mxyeri-deactivated20151212]

There was a giggle that bubbled up in her throat the moment she heard her brother’s voice resound in the silent house but she stopped it before it could come out. If she wanted this surprise to work, timing was of the essence and she needed to remain quiet. Her heart started beating wildly against her rib cage as she heard him whistle– the sound hovering just above her head. 

She waited a total of three seconds before pushing the top of the giant gift box and jumping up to greet the love of her life. The balloons she had been sitting with all flew out of the box and up into the ceiling. 

“Surprise!” The grin on her lips was almost as bright as starlight. “Happy Birthday, Jeonghan oppa!”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

how she managed to fit inside a small box with that many balloons, he didn’t quite know, and didn’t care to ask. all that he gave was a wide smile, and arms spread wide for a hug. for all his birthdays -- not all of them celebrated -- he had to count this as one he’d probably remember. others were a flurry of wild rumpuses and others, even blurrier, but this: this was clear, and he was sober, and he was happier than he probably should be, what with them being alone.

“what a nice birthday present!” he exclaimed with a delighted laugh. “i mean, how old am i now? six hundred?”

[notmcxbyulyi]

this certain species-that-she-doesn’t-know-yet obviously liked to play. contrary to byul who dislikes these silly little games. she never liked these kinds of games, she was the impatient type after all. and whatever this person is playing is seriously annoying the hell out of the vampire. she didn’t answered the question, instead she closed her eyes momentarily, trying to keep herself calm.

maybe if i just leave him be and walk faster, he’ll leave me alone? before she could even try to escape from this annoying piece of shit, he spoke once again. and there goes his laugh again, and she could only roll her eyes in response. “what do you want?” she asked. it was pretty evident that she wasn’t liking whatever he is doing with her tone. her eyes followed the source of the voice, and once she finally saw him for the first time as soon as she turned around, her eyes narrowed at him. how dare he smile like that– he was obviously toying her, and byul did not liked it. 

“i’m not thirsty.” she answered, almost defensively. “what do you even know? you don’t know me. who even are you?” she quirked a brow at him, her both arms crossed infront of her chest as her foot tapped against the pavement impatiently. 

[mxjeonghan-blog]

who was he? oh, how silly! what a horribly simple question for complicated creatures such as themselves. but he can’t fault the thing. if she hadn’t been around for long enough to know him, then she really was just a child, and children were so fun to mess with. especially when they were irritable, and appeared to have severe tempers. 

“i know your kind,” he answered, wiggling his fingers. lights truly began to dance around them; little balls of warmth and colour, floating in the air and giving it a certain kind of magic, even though he had already placed his hand back at his side. “and you should know mine. or don’t you know enough?” his tone was patronising, and amused, even as he moved forward and pushed a ball of light away with a finger as he neared her, leaning forward and making sure that his grin would not be missed. “are you really just an ignorant child, blood sucker?”

[mxhakyeon-deactivated20151215]

• Jeonghan

           “I’m so .. I want to shoot you. I really do.” She replies in a monotone voice, rubbing at her forehead. “I’ll show you chill, I will ice you out of my life for good, shithead. I can’t believe you drugged your drink, who does that? Who offers it to someone? Not a sane person.”

[mxjeonghan-blog]

         — “the drug doesn’t work on me. it’s my magic. i’m not some silly human who uses bullets that can also be turned on her, am i?” he smiled pleasantly and extended the glass towards her again. “you seem a little tense. just drink a little! live a little!”