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Hieee lovie i finally got the guts to get out of anon and be a sick perv on screen! What are your thoughts on Ten with a member’s sister reader ?? I’m leaning towards Yangyang since they’re super tight 🤞🏼 and it would make sense that he knows her of all the other members 🩷
hi my lovely! oh you know ten is rubbing it in yangyang face.
bloodbound!
note: obviously buffy inspired! maybe i’ll write based on this idea eventually, but i admit the fantasy elements are a little outside of my realm of expertise. if you are a writer inspired by this post, pls feel free to write! tag me in whatever you create :]
also, nct wish not included bc i am not familiar with them
synopsis: the oracle (haechan) declares: there are two vampire slayers for every generation; one who slays by the light of the sun (taeyong) and another who slays by the light of the moon (y/n). The sun-slayer attracts allies who thrive in the daylight, like angels, while the moon-slayer attracts allies who thrive in the moonlight like werewolves, fallen angels, and scarred humans.
The moon-slayer is on the brink of death after being bitten by a vampire. A vampire with a soul (yuta) sucks the venom out of the moon-slayer, forming a blood-bond with her that makes it impossible for them to kill each other.
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johnny — vampire informant; a man who has had too many close scrapes with vampires, dresses like a vampire but accessorizes with holy items to keep them at bay
taeyong — sun-slayer; the vampire slayer who calls upon the angels of light, protective of the moon-slayer, convinced that yuta has corrupted the moon-slayer, swears revenge
yuta — vampire; stirred by his soul to save the moon-slayer when she is bitten by a feral vampire, spends much of the video on the run; delighted when the moon-slayer can’t kill him
doyoung — angel; loyal to the sun-slayer, kills enemies with his voice
jaehyun — guardian angel; loyal to the sun-slayer but guardian of the moon-slayer
jungwoo — fallen angel; falls to answer the moon-slayer’s call
mark — werewolf; answered the moon-slayer’s call and imprinted on her at first sight, his love for her outweighs his hatred of the vampires
haechan — oracle; declares the fate of the slayers in riddles, his predictions are rarely helpful, revealed true only in hindsight
reader — moon-slayer; the vampire slayer who calls upon the creatures of the night, initially tries to escape her slayer destiny by moving to a new city, prefers the powers of the sun-slayer, attracted to the goodness of the sun creatures—especially her guardian angel, soul is indebted to yuta
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kun — human; warned by ten about the existence of vampires
ten — dhampir; originally committed to eradicating vampires, but experiences thirst for the first time when he meets y/n
winwin — vampire; born as a vampire, he knows how to hide his nature by feeding on psychic energy instead of blood
xiaojun — vampire; born as a vampire, he is uninterested in hiding his nature, honestly has no shortage of willing victims
hendery — werewolf; born as a werewolf, averse to violence even against vampires
yangyang — werewolf; new werewolf, tries to avoid conflict by avoiding vampires altogether, but his hunting instincts are too strong
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renjun — human; y/n’s most trusted human friend who helps her research vampires
jeno — human (turned vampire); when he is turned into a werewolf, y/n’s dangerous secret world is opened up to the dreamies
jaemin — “human” (actually nephilim); y/n’s neighbor and crush, bears the aura of the sun so y/n struggles to believe he is a human, both jaemin and y/n are convinced that they are protecting each other
chenle — human; makes it his mission to become a vampire when he learns that they exist
jisung — human; y/n’s neighbor and first friend in the new city, she returns to slaying to save his life from a feral vampire, but she wipes his memory because she thinks that’s more merciful than making him swear a vow of silence
I just remembered this aristocrat hendery au i read (probably in 2019/2020) can someone help me find it? the top of it had pictures of a black dog and hendery. idk if anyone would know what im talking about 😭
Hiii, about your valentine's day special, I really want a kun fic
#5 childhood friends with kun pls?!? If that's already taken then literally any other trope of your choice is fine. I DESPERATELY NEED A KUN FIC
(also is it gonna have smut? Idk I'm a little confused but it's fine either way!)
story of my life
f!reader x qian kun (fluff, smut)
winter break was uneventful, per usual. nothing ever happened to you. until you met him in your neighborhood tennis court, that is. well, saw him, at least. and then you saw him again, down at the bottom of your street. “huh, new neighbor i guess.” you thought to yourself.
you wouldn’t meet each other until the start of the second semester. he seemed popular enough. knew a couple of kids. was social with everyone. you never thought he would talk to you though, until one day in the hall.
“are you yn ln?” he asks you, out of the blue.
“yes, and you are?”
“oh sorry! kun qian, nice to meet you.” he holds out his hand to shake.
you return the favor, shaking his hand.
you don’t know why he called out to you that day, why he seemed to notice you first in a room full of friendly faces. but, you didn’t mind. he was a nice person to be around.
you had a couple of classes together. you weren’t great academically, but luckily, he made everything bearable.
as you dozed off in the middle of mrs. roberts’ description of the trig functions one random afternoon in mid-march., he smiles in the back of the room. the next thing you remember is being awoken to your head being hit with a wadded-up post-it note.
you take a look at it, knowing it could only be from one person in this classroom. “froyo after school? circle one: yes/no”
you smile at the note on your desk. you circle “yes” and discreetly toss it back to where he was sitting.
you turn slightly to gauge his reaction. he looks at the note, you, back at the note, and fist pumps the air. you chuckle to yourself. “god was he a dork.” you resign to yourself.
that day you walk with to go grab some frozen yogurt at the orange leaf across the street from the school. you chat with him, talking about school and more, when it slips.
“umm y/n, this seems kind of sudden but will you go to prom with me?”
you blink your eyes once, then twice. kun qian has asked you to prom? this couldn’t be right.
“why me?” you ask disbelievingly
“it could only be you.” he responds
you look down and blush. in a small voice, you respond with a “yes.”
he looks at you with a smirk and says “what was that, i couldn’t hear you?”
“i said yes, kun!”
he grins widely before he grabs ahold of your hand, hoisting in the air alongside his and shouting to the world “I’M GOING TO PROM WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.”
“no need to be dramatic.” you reply as you smack his shoulder out of embarrassment, still smiling as bright as he is, even though there’s no one around you.
the day arrives. prom night. you both coordinated your outfits with matching colors, navy blue and silver.
he picks you up in front of your house, driving his car even though he lives two houses down. you give him your wrist as he puts on your corsage. you catch his eyes as you put on his boutonniere. you wave goodbye to your parents as you walk with him, hand in hand, to his car.
you arrive at the dance promptly on time, it’s kun after all. you walk to the dance floor with him, watching as he catches up with his friends, talking about you the entire time. they pat his back with pride, he finally got the girl.
you pull him back to dance to “best song ever”, in which he and you scream every lyric. no one could take this moment from you two.
you continue dancing and singing along to the music until “all of me” comes on. he locks eyes with you as you look at him, purely in love. you sway to the music, his hands on your waist, holding you tight. at the end of the song, he whispers to you “do you wanna get out of here?”
you nod your head as you follow him to his car, where you finally let go. your hands all over him, his hands back on your waist as you kiss him fervently. you grab his hair as he crawls over you, kissing with more passion than you thought possible. you fight for dominance as he pushes his tongue past your lips, eventually letting him win. you both break away, panting for air.
“can i do the honor?” he asks, looking you up and down with a desire you’ve never seen.
you snort laughing before responding, “yes kun, you can take my virginity.”
he kisses you quickly again before pulling off his shirt. you follow suit, removing your dress. he unbuckles his belt and then pulls off his pants. the only thing remaining between you two are your undergarments. he looks you up and down again. “god, you’re so beautiful.” he says in disbelief, almost to himself.
you start kissing him again, following his jaw down his neck and chest. he traces your wet spot before moving your panties aside with his fingers, subsequently pushing one into your cunt.
you moan at the sensation. you feel for his boxers with your hands, wanting to return the favor, until he stops you.
“this is all about you tonight.” he says as he kisses your neck, surely leaving marks behind in his absence.
he inserts another finger, with you mewling in response. after he feels you for some time, he asks “now?”
“now.” you respond, breathless.
he removes his fingers to grab a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants. you cry at the loss of sensation.
“shh, it’s okay.” he says as he puts the condom on.
next thing you know, he’s pressing against your walls before going all the way in. you’ve never felt euphoria like this before. you feel so good, so satiated, so full. you know you’re both almost done when his thrusts start becoming erratic. he looks to you with pleading eyes, silently asking you to let him come. you nod your head, and you both release.
you both stay there, laying against each other . he takes a moment to catch his breath before he presses a kiss against your temple, “i love you, so much.”
“i love you too, kun.” you respond with a soft smile.
i love him. i’ve always loved him. you think to yourself, shutting your eyes before falling asleep in his arms.
a/n: i went ahead and added smut, it might be dookie tho bc I've never written smut before but oh well! i hope you enjoyed. title is story of my life by one direction.
6 with xiaojun!! 😣❤️
til we meet again
f!reader x xiaojun (angst)
“i hope to meet you one day. - dejun” is what the letter said.
the final letter that had stayed in your thoughts since you received it a thirteen. it had been 10 years since you last heard from him, xiao dejun.
you started as friends, writing across the ocean as penpals. slowly, it evolved into more. you started from monthly skype to the daily facetime sessions. you never forgot him. how could you? he was your first love after all.
all you wanted was closure. just one final goodbye.
so that’s what you did. you booked the first flight to guangzhou baiyun airport. tomorrow at 5:15am. you started packing, filling your suitcases with pictures of the years he missed out on, hoping to catch him up to speed.
you pulled out the envelope the letter was once in, before it was eventually pinned to your bedroom wall. it still had his address on the back, despite the water damage from your tears smudging it, you could still read it.
you take a didi to his house, excited to see him after all these years. not an ounce of worry was to be found within you. it would be just like old times!
you arrive at his front porch, taking in the home. older, but cozy. you knock three times to a middle age chinese woman’s surprise.
“nei5 hou2，nei5 hai6 bin1 go3” she asks with reproach.
“i am a friend of dejun’s.” you respond with joy.
her face falls at the mention of his name. she gestures you to come in. “come in please” she says in broken english.
you enter the home. the woman who you assume is his mother, pulls out her phone and starts speaking.
“nei5 jat1ding6 hai6 keoi5 sing4jat6 gong2 ge3 neoi5zai2”
the phone translates it to english for you
“you must be the girl he always talked about.”
“yes…” you respond, unsure of where this is going.
“ngo5 jau5 go3 waai6 siu1sik1，tim4sam. keoi5 gau2 nin4 cin4 sei2 zo2” she responds with a somber expression.
you wait for the phone to translate it.
“i have bad news for you, sweetheart. he died nine years ago.” the machine delivers the message, with no human warmth.
you sit there in shock. you have no words. every time you go to open your mouth, nothing comes out but choked-out cries.
you start sobbing in the living room. his mother wraps her warmth around you. she whispers in your ear as she rubs your back. “ngo5 hou2deoi3 m4 zyu6 ngo5 ge3 ngoi3jan4”
you don’t know what she’s saying, but you don’t need to. you stay there for what feel like an eternity, memories flashing in your mind, filling you with guilt and regret. the tears won’t stop falling. after you finally compose yourself slightly, his mother speaks up.
“ngo5 ho2ji5 daai3 nei5 heoi3 gin3 keoi5，zeoi3hau6 jat1ci3.”
“i can take you to see him, one last time.” the machine answers.
“please.” you respond in a whisper.
she takes you up a hill behind the home, guiding you to dejun. you arrive at this grave, taken care of and decorated with fresh flowers. you smile to yourself, he was so loved. with a pat on the back, she leaves you alone to say your last words to him.
“xiao dejun. i loved you. i still love you. i will never stop loving you. i am so sorry i never go to say goodbye, but i will now. i hope you’re doing well my dejun-ah. i will meet you again. one day, we will finally be together. rest for now, my love.” your voice cracks as you speak.
what’s done is done. you came here to do what you set out to do. but you don’t want to leave yet.
so you won’t. you spend the rest of the evening chatting next to him, catching him up on your life, just like you said you would. you show him the photos, you know he can see them. you leave feeling full. full of love and content, no longer full of regret and guilt.
i will see you again, my love. until we meet again.
a/n: get ready to sob again! title is inspired by 'til we meet again by aespa. idk why but i'm an angst kinda mood so..that's what this author's choice'll be. enjoy.
#1 and wayvs ten
no longer
f!reader x ten lee (angst)
“i’ve always loved you, yn”
“i know, ten, i know.”
“i don’t want to say goodbye.” ten says, his voice cracking as he speaks.
“we’ll see each other again, my love. right now, you should be with him. he will make you happy. happier than i ever could’ve made you.” you say with a smile, silent tears trickling down your face.
“i didn’t want it to end like this.” he says with a barely audible whisper.
“i could say i didn’t see it coming, but we both know that’s not true. i saw the smile you’d return with after seeing him, i could never make you feel like that.”
“i’m sorry i couldn’t be more for you.” his eyes glazing over with unshed tears.
“please don’t apologize tennie. he lets you be you around him. authetically you. that’s all i could ever hope for.”
ten stands there, tears falling slowly, speechless.
“i don’t know what to say.” he finally responds.
“take a moment, it’s okay. if you think about it, long and hard, i think you’ll realize you’ve always loved him too.”
ten walks forward, searching for an embrace, tears streaming down his face. “can i have one last goodbye hug?”
“of course you can, my love.” your voice cracks.
that’s his final straw as you wrap your arms around him, all of his defenses falling down. with ten now bawling in your arms, you pat his head softly. “it’s okay, ten. i love you.”
ten pulls away, puffy eyes now stained with tears. “i love you too, yn, always.”
he runs to catch kun in the car, where you see him waiting for him. he sits with a soft, understanding smile resting on his face.
ten turns back one last time, waving goodbye. you return the favor, smile barely holding on, waiting for the moment he leaves with his lover.
they drive off into the bustling city, where you see ten’s head resting on kun’s shoulder.
“he’s happy, that’s all that matters.” you repeat to yourself like a mantra, as you attempt to keep it together. you take a deep breath and let go. only now, releasing the tears that have been building up inside. you stand there, bawling your heart out, in the parking garage of your apartment building. you stay there, for what feels like hours, before you collect yourself and head back in.
home. it doesn’t feel the same without him. you stand there, taking in your surroundings, as if it were your first time in the apartment. your eyes catch the painting in the hall between the bedroom and bathroom. it’s ten painting. the first he ever made, from his freshman year of uni. you smile as you recall the memories. “he’ll probably come by to pick this up in the morning” you think to yourself. you’re brought back to this present, where you stand alone in your apartment, without ten. but your smile doesn’t waver, in fact, it grows.
“to new beginnings.” you say to yourself as you finally shut the front door, closing this chapter for good.
backburner // q.k
kun x reader
"hey, i want that"
i told him while pointing at the lonely chips bag lying flat in the shelf on front of me.
it seems like people did not bother to buy it today, i don't know if it's because they don't like the flavor or it's just gonna expire soon.
either way, i'll take it home 'cause I pity it. like how i should be for myself.
Zemblanity Mood Boards
Zemblanity belongs to @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l
They aren’t the best but I tried to capture each route and I got a little inspiration from the original Zemblanity.
