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*currently on a writer's block/hiatus*
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Warnings: OC has they/them pronouns, grammar errors might have occurred
Note: this was not the way I was supposed to come back posting, but this story's idea is consuming my mind, and if I don't write anything about it, it would just stay in my head, rotting. This story is supposed to be chapters long, but since I had the amazing idea to not leave a simple reader but I created an OC (shocking, I know), I made everything more complicated than I was expecting 🙄 It's not helping that the main theme I wanted to explore here is "identity", which made everything even more complicated. Will it be posted soon? I don't think so, other works are sleeping in my drafts and one of them in particular is waiting to be concluded. But I didn't want to completely disappear for months, so you get a sort of scrapped/not so scrapped idea that will come back in the future at some point...I hope earlier than I expect.
Mag opened their eyes: Mum was coughing again. They raised their head from the bed.
I've fallen asleep! Fuck, I shouldn't have to-
Mum raised her hand and caressed their fluffy head.
«Always so worried, uh?» She mumbled. Mag looked away from her, his mouth turning pouty.
«I'm not worried, I already know that you'll be okay...»
Mum chuckled. «You don't seem like it.»
«I'm only nervous.»
«And for what? The cure is going well. I'm already doing better.»
«Not with Hyeongjun around-» Mag covered their mouth, their face turning red quickly. Mum chuckled.
«So it's him who makes you nervous this time.»
Mag puffed.
«I thought you were happy having him around...»
Mag sat on the bedroom's floor and crossed their legs. Their knees were hurting a little. They scratched their head.
«Not with you being sick! I already showed him my wings and my face and my magic has affected his tattoo, I think, maybe, I don't know, and...and I don't want him to discover more of me, of you, of our family in general! He shouldn't have come here "to help". He even distracted me!»
Mum raised her head, trying to search Mag's eyes. The bird-like creature peeked at her, their sharp teeth coming out through their lips.
«Yun-ehm, Mag, don't you think you've been a little harsh on him?»
The creature pointed their yellow eyes on Mum. The woman sat in the bed and coughed.
«When I had your age, I started dating your father. And you know what was the first thing I lost when I got close to him?»
Mag shook their head.
«I've lost my friends-»
Mag shook their hands in front of her. «No, no, don't start with those stories. I already know where you want to come up with but I'll stop you right there. Hyeongjun is not my friend.»
Mum arched a brow. «No? What is him for you then?»
Mag felt their cheeks burning. They got up and turned behind Mum, covering their face with their gloves. Their wings flapped. Mum chuckled.
«Oh, so is for that-»
«No, it's not! He's just a classmate!»
«Former classmate. And you turning back at me is not helping.»
Some moments of silence came in the room. Mum sighed.
«Yun-erm, Mag, my child, listen to me.»
The bird-like creature turned at her, their cheeks still burning but less red than before. They came close to the bed. Mum held one of their hands and stared at their eyes. Mag turned their eyes up.
«I know you're confused right now. This entire name change thing, your magic being unstable, Sanki being far more than usual...and Hyeongjun entering in your life-»
Mag puffed and turned their eyes at Mum. «I'm already rejecting this last part.»
«Why? He seems like a good guy.»
«It's not that! It's because...» Mag covered their face and held Mum's hand tighter. «He's a human. And you were also just a simple human before Dad turned you into a witch and...just look at you!» Mag uncovered their face and stared at their mother. The tears were streaming down their face. Mum's other hand reached their face and caressed it.
«Mag, I felt the same emotions as you when I met your father. Sure, he never cared that much about the human world and my side of the family despises him. We even argued over this.»
«Yeah, I know.»
Mum winced. «You knew?!» She coughed. Mag turned their sight away from her.
«You know that I always hid in your wardrobe when I was little.» Their face turned red again. Mum facepalmed. «Now I understand why you didn't want human guests here.»
«You wanted humans to come here despite what Dad said?! But he would have got angry about it.»
«But he's not here for the most part of the-uff, whatever, we will talk about this another time, it's not what I wanted to say to you now.» Mum coughed before starting to speak again. «Accepting differences was the hardest part of our relationship. But you know what's the difference with you two?»
Mag wiped out their tears with their glove. «What?»
«I think Hyeongjun is curious to see your world. I wish I had the same curiosity when I was younger instead of being just a scared girl. Many things would have been simpler.»
«How do you know that?»
Mum chuckled. «A good witch knows how to observe things. And behind that distracted sight I just observed both you and Hyeongjun since he started to come in our house. And trust me, he wants to know you better. And maybe, who knows...» Mum chuckled. «Maybe he also has the same feelings as you.»
Mag opened their eyes wide. «Hey!»
Mum laughed. Mag looked at her with disappointed eyes. The white haired woman put on index on her lips. «Your secret is safe with me. If he'll discover something, it will be because of you.»
«Stop it!»
Mum chuckled. Mag leaned towards the door. «I'll prepare the medicine for the next purification cycle.»
Mum puffed. «Already? And I thought I would have slept a little more...» She wined.
Mag was exiting the room when she turned at the woman one last time. «Also, I think I'll choose another name, I don't like "Mag" anymore.» Mum whined again. «I was getting used to it.»
«I still have 50 names left from the list, remember?»
Mum puffed. «I know...better for you sticking with a short one, though. This old lady doesn't have the same memory as before!»
Mag doodled a smile. «You can be sure of that. In the meantime, keep calling me "Mag" until I'll find the new name.» Mum thumbed up and layed on the bed. The creature closed the door behind them and went to their room.
Hyeongjun is probably waiting for me there. Unless he left...
Mag shook their head.
No, he would have left a note or something.
They took their phone. No messages left from him. They entered the room. Hyeongjun was no no where to be found.
Where is he?
Mag checked the desk. No notes have been left.
That's strange...unless...oh, no, his magic! He turned little and he doesn't know how to grow up again! Oh fuck, fuck!
Mag opened their wardrobes and used their phone's torch to every angle. They checked their clothes' pockets. Hyeongjun wasn't there. They opened every drawer and took off all the clothes that were there. Hyeongjun wasn't there. They went to the desk again. Their treasure box was there, intact. Mag opened it. They looked around the little objects. Hyeongjun wasn't there. Mag took a short breath out of relief.
Looks like he's not here in my room. Maybe he didn't turn little like I thought... maybe he's in the kitchen. I don't know what he did until now but it's the only place I can think of.
Mag exited the room and went downstairs. They peeked in the room. Hyeongjun was sitting near the table, his shoulders were moving a little, one his arms was making little circles. The sound of something being mashed was coming from him. Mag sat near him. Hyeongjun was so concentrated he didn't notice them. Mag coughed. Hyeongjun turned at them, wincing. He looked at them with wide eyes open. Mag looked at the table. There were no herbs left on the tray, they have all been mashed in the bowl. Hyeongjun was holding the pestle with his tattooed hand. Mag stared at it. Hyeongjun held the bowl and put it in front of their face. The creature stared at the mashed herbs, then at the tattooed hand, then at Hyeongjun's face. They did this for a couple of times while their head was elaborating some thoughts.
Did he used only his tattooed hand? But these herbs are mashed in a choppy way, as if a beginner did it. Maybe his magic didn't came out? Or he just doesn't have the powers I thought of? Something's strange-Wait, why am I thinking about this?! He used all the herbs! What the heck? Why?
«We're good now? Or are you still angry at me?» Hyeongjun blurted. Mag looked at him. The pestle was on the table, both the boy's hands were on his knees, his eyes a little misty.
Mag put the bowl on the table and crossed their arms.
«You did all of this only because I was angry at you?»
Hyeongjun nodded. Mag sighed. «You could have just left-»
«Leaving a friend alone is not something I do, I would have helped in a way or another.»
A surprised sight appeared on Mag's face.
«I saw you were nervous-»
«Well, let's say that it's been the first time since someone wanted to help me taking care of my mum. I always did everything by myself.» Mag blurted. They looked away from the boy, their cheeks turning red, his wings flapping.
Oh, fuck, now he'll notice I have a crush on him and he'll start to ask questions. Calm down, calm down-
«Are you nervous?»
Fuck, he noticed it!
Mag coughed loudly and stopped their wings from the flapping by taking them with their hands. «Nervous? No, I mean, yes, I was it a little but not now, I'm all good, see?» Mag showed a huge smile, hoping Hyeongjun wouldn't notice the red face. The boy stared at her and doodled a smile.
«If you say so...and what about the herbs?»
«Ah, yeah, the herbs, uhm...» Mag took the bowl and look at the mashed herbs again. «Uhm, how can I say it without be blunt...you shouldn't have used all the herbs on the tray, you should have used half of them.»
«Oh, really? So is everything ruined?»
«No, not really, I did the same mistakes during my first tries. It means we'll use more hot water than usual...and that mum will vomit more black smoke and the next cycle will take much more time to be complete but it will be good. Her lungs will clean faster.»
Hyeongjun looked at them with a stunned sight.
«Uhm, it's better for you to not elaborate why Mum prefers the slow path than the faster, Hyeongjun. I didn't fully understand it either.» Mag added.
The boy shook his head and then scratched it. His face was blushing. «I'm glad my mistake is not irrecoverable, I thought I was messing up very badly while I was mashing the herbs.»
«Nah, you did good for your first try...but it's not what I cared about right now.»
«No?»
Mag put the bowl on the table and leant an open hand towards the boy. «I want to check your tattoo.»
«Uh? My tattoo?»
Mag nodded. Hyeongjun gave them his tattooed hand. The bird-like creature held it with both his hands, their fingers traced all the drawings, their yellow eyes stared at every inch of his skin, searching any possible hint of magic.
«Did it glow like the other time?» They asked.
«No.»
«Did you felt your hand warmer than usual?»
«No.»
«Did you-»
«My hand was normal today, Mag. Nothing strange happened.»
The creature looked at his face. There was a determined sight on Hyeongjun's face.
«You're sure?»
«Yes, absolutely.»
Mag left his hand. «It's better like this. It means your magic is still unstable and it will not manifest often.»
Mag was on the verge to take a short breath of relief when they saw Hyeongjun's head. They pointed at it.
«Uhm, Hyeongjun, simce when you had your hair like that?»
The boy looked at them with an arched brow. «Like what? It's always been fuzzy.» He went to touch his hair but the fuzz that always characterised it was disappeared from his touch.
«Uh? What? Where is it? What happened to my hair?!» His lips were trembling and his eyes were already streaming some tears.
«Hey, hey, calm down, take a look at your hair first before freaking out.»
Mag whistled. The sound of some wings flapping came from the bathroom. In a matter of a few seconds, the crow glass was flying in the kitchen. Mag raised an arm and the glass perched on it. The creature pointed the glass towards Hyeongjun's face.
«Here, what do you think?»
The boy stared at the image on the glass. The fuzz on his hair was no where to be found: in its place, there were now long, curated curls. Hyeongjun touched them, making sure they were real.
«I...I don't know what to say, I-»
«I know what to say.» Mag said with a serious look.
«What?»
«Your magic manifested again. And this time I don't think we will hide it.»
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"why isn't there more of [character headcanon]" PICK UP A PEN!!! YOUR HUMAN DESIRE TO CREATE IS BEGGING TO BE EXPLORED. STOP JUST SCROLLING ON UR PHONE
Happy new year everyone. I'm just leaving this post as a way to tell you that I'm writing and finishing the last chapter for my long fic and then I'll come back to my Oneus vampire origin stories.
They might not be as popular as other stories I wrote here, but they're deeply important to me. Hope you understand.
And even tho I'm a little unsure now, I think I'll open requests too this year...
Just saw your oneus as vampires headcanons and i feel the physical need for someone to write about sex with woong with his i know you know's make up and outfits he's too hot to handle I CANNOTTTT and imagine helping him remove the smudged makeup off of his pretty face afterwards like UGH
Hi, anon!
I'm glad you enjoyed my vampire headcanons and they somehow "inspired" you 🤣🤭
As my pinned post says, I don't take requests but I'll make an exception, since the I KNOW YOU KNOW is living rent free in my mind 😌
I don't know if you know my writing style but if you were expecting full pwp...eh, I'm sorry to disappoint you 🤣
Bloody roleplay
Fandom: Oneus
Rating: R (Minors DNI!)
Characters: Hwanwoong X Female Reader
Warnings/Contents: Roleplay mentioned, pet names (mostly princess used for the reader), bites, marks, protected sex, Reader is at the same height as Hwanwoong, grammar errors might occur
It was supposed to be a stupid game. Just playing two roles like you usually do. This time it was even more special. Hwanwoong managed to get an outfit from a special stage. And oh, what a beautiful stage it was.
You still had in your mind the perfomance you saw on the TV. Hwanwoong's kinda sultry rap voice, the sensual way he was grabbing his neck, the smirks, those capturing eyes, the solo dance; your mind was dizzed by him. You spent the night sending him messages on Kakao, telling him how much well he did, how beautiful he was, how he slayed the stage. You waited the entire night for his return from work when the episode aired. You immediately got up from your bed when you heard the door open. Hwanwoong could barely took his jacket that he ended up in your arms.
«Oh my love, you did so well during this episode. You’re my one and only winner.»
«Eh, I’m glad you loved it. Me and the guys worked a lot for it.» He murmured.
You kissed his head and held him tight. Your lips reached his ear. «If you have some energy spared, I’ll give you a little gift.» You whispered. Hwanwoong chuckled. «Only if we’ll take it slow, I’m tired.»
«Let me take the lead, and everything will go well.»
Hwanwoong let you guide him that night. And oh, what a sweet, beautiful night it was. It wasn’t plain sex, it was true love making. Your lips together, your skins slowly hitting each other, his hands tugging your hair, his moans, those beautiful moans. You also remembered the last words he said before he fell asleep.
«I’ll make sure to make the next night memorable to you.»
And he really kept that promise.
It all started with a simple chat on Kakao.
"Hey love, guess what? 😌"
"What?"
"I have a little surprise for you tonight, hehe"
"A surprise?! Wait... it's not my birthday 🤨"
"Do I really need a birthday for giving you a surprise? Hahaha. Come on, love, you know what kind of surprise I'm referring to 😌😏"
"Ok, now you have really revealed too much 🤣 You don't know how to hide surprises, Hwanwoong, I should say it"
"Does that mean that you'll not get ready? ☹️"
"Of course I'll do, silly 😉 Now go back to work before Keonhee or Dongju will read our chats like last time 🤣"
"Hey! It wasn't my fault! It was YOUR fault for sending that pic while they were holding my phone for a selfie 😤"
"🤭 Ok, ok, see you tonight, my little tiger 🥰"
"😗"
Waiting for him that night was one of the toughest experiences you ever did. The room's cold air was starting to hit your barely dressed body. A laced vest and lingerie were the only thing you were dressing in that moment. If it would have been another time, you probably would have waited for him with your pajamas. But those messages were very clear: tonight, you would have made a little roleplay.
The door opening became your grace. You reached the apartment's entrance. Staring in front of you, there was Hwanwoong. And he was dressed in the most beautiful outfit ever. You immediately recognised it: that black jacket, those little chains and jewels on it, the red shirt, the hairstyle, that pale makeup; it seemed coming back to that night, but this time Hwanwoong came out from the TV screen. You covered your mouth, your face in pure disbelief. Hwanwoong smirked.
«So, did I surprise you?»
«Hwanwoong, I...I don't know what to say, I wasn't expecting it, I'm, I don't know, in-»
«Disbelief, maybe?»
«I don't know how you managed to get this outfit and the same makeup, it seems absurd»
Hwanwoong chuckled. «I promised to the company I would have brought the clothes back tomorrow. Intact, of course. For the make up, well, I got some help.» He winked.
You stared at him entering and closing the door. He came close to you and made a little bow. He gave you one of his hands.
«May this beautiful princess dance with this ancient vampire?» He sultry asked.
«Oh, this poor princess is getting cold. That's not good for me. Maybe this little dance will help you get some warmth back.»
You took his hand. It was the signal that roleplay just started.
Hwanwoong looked at it and then at you.
You immediately held both his hands and started to dance. It was your idea to sensually dance before reaching the bed. You always wanted to dance with Hwanwoong, but his idol life forced you to dance only at home, where no one would have ever looked. Hwanwoong made different choreographies for you but your favourite has always been the one he based on Earned It. You loved that song and how sensual it was and that night, Hwanwoong was doing that choreography again only for you.
His clothes' fabric, frictioning on your skin, was making you dizzy. Hwanwoong's warm arm around your waist was making your body weak. You could have fallen on your knees if he didn't keep you close to him. Hwanwoong was slowly guiding to the soft lighted bedroom. His lips reached your ear.
«You know what vampires do to pretty princesses like you?» He whispered.
«What do they do?» you murmured.
«They taste their sweet blood.»
He soft bit your ear and started kissing your neck. You moaned a little. You wished you wouldn't have started yet, but you were completely on Hwanwoong's control. The short boy kept kissing your neck with little kisses, you held him tighter.
«Oh, princess, your skin is so soft and warm right now...» He muttered on your skin. You felt his tongue licking the base of your neck, making you wince. «You don't mind a little mark, princess?»
«Do it, please.» you blurted.
You felt his lips placed on your neck's base and then the slow sucking. Another long, loud moan came from you. Hwanwoong's hand grabbed your waist and made little pinches on your skin. Hwanwoong's lips made a little pop once they separated from your skin. He gave you some soft kisses on your neck.
«Do you want to see the beautiful mark I made for you?» He murmured. You nodded. Hwanwoong took his face out of your neck. You turned at your neck: a little, reddish mark was now on your neck's base.
«It's very pretty, Hwanwoong.» You soft spoke. Hwanwoong chuckled. «And it's just the beginning.» He gave you a peck kiss on your lips. You kissed back. He gave you another kiss, his tongue hitting your lips, asking to deepen it. You opened your mouth. It was just the beginning of a slow make out session. Your tongues started dancing. Hwanwoong's hands reached the end of your vest and started to lift it up. His warm hands held your skin, leaving caresses and pinches while he was lifting the vest up.
Your lips separated just in time to take some breaths and let you take off the vest. Your mind was dizzy, your eyes still focused on his pretty face. His make up was a little smudged, on the lips especially, and yet, he was still looking pretty, a pretty looking vampire. You sat on the bed. Hwanwoong stared at you for a moment, his eyes scanning the shapes of your body only covered by the lingerie. He licked his lips.
«You know, princess, other vampires would be so envious of you right now.» You turned your blushed face away. Hwanwoong chuckled. He sat on your lap, his hands on your shoulder, his lips touching yours again. You didn't hesitate: your tongues danced again. One of Hwanwoong's hands caressed your head, his fingers playing with your strands. The other hand roamed your bare back and reached your bra. You felt his fingers unhooking it.
«Woong...» You muttered on his lips. «I love you.»
Hwanwoong chuckled on your lips. «I know it, princess. I'll make sure you'll love me more tonight.» The bra slipped off, your back reached the bed, your head laying on the pillow. Hwanwoong started to kiss your jaw, leaving trails over it and going down your neck, his hands on your boobs, squeezing them and making little circles on your nipples. Your mind was empty. You couldn't say much, except moaning loud and calling his name.
«Do you wanna know something?» He muttered on your neck's skin.
«What?» you said almost out of breath.
«That night, when we performed for that show, I wished you were waiting for me in the rest room.» He murmured. His hands squeezed your boobs again, making you moan. One of your hands ended on his head, your fingers running through his hair. Hwanwoong's hands went on your hips.
«I would have fucked you so well that night. We would have done the same thing we do at the concerts, remember?» He grabbed your waist. «My hands like this, your naked body and a barely lighted room.» His pants' fabric frictioned with your panties a couple of times. His hands' grip on your waist became tight.
«That-that would have been so good...» You murmured.
«If only there weren't so many people that night, I would have sent you a message.» Hwanwoong kissed your cheeks. «But you're so important to me...I couldn't. I didn't want the others to see how messed I would have made you.»
Your free hand reached Hwanwoong's hands and held it. «Woong...that's ok. You don't need to feel sorry. We'll do it another time. The important thing is now.» Your other hand left his head and cupped his cheek. His make up was becoming more and more smudged. It was almost fading around his mouth, the circles around the eyes were becoming more prominent, his hair was messy. And yet, he was still beautiful. You gave a little kiss on his cheek. «I love you, Woong.»
The boy kissed you back. Another trail of kisses covered your neck but once Hwanwoong reached your shoulders, he started to mark them. More moans came from you and every moan became his occasion to bite you. Small bites, but good ones. His hands reached your panties and started to slip them. Your hands reached his shoulders and gripped them. You wished you could have ripped that jacket off, taking off that red shirt only to touch his warm skin. But you let him take the lead and you couldn't.
Hwanwoong chuckled.
«You really want it, uh?»
You turned your flustered face away from him, closed your eyes and made a little nod. Hwanwoong kissed your cheek. «Give me some time.» He whispered. You kept your eyes close. You felt Hwanwoong leaving you. You took your panties off through some kicks. Your eyes were still closed. You heard the sound of a zip, some fabric frictioning and falling on the floor, the night table getting opened, Hwanwoong's hand searching for something.
«Here it is.» You felt more fabric frictioning and getting put somewhere else. And then you hear the sound of skin hitting other skin. It was clear now: Hwanwoong was stroking himself before putting on a condom. His moans resonated in the room. Those beautiful moans that made you insane every time. You opened your eyes. Hwanwoong wasn't wearing the jacket anymore, he was wearing a red, black striped gilet, the black shirt's sleeves were up. You saw his bare naked legs on the bed, his head was tilted up, his Adam's apple going up and now and his hand stroking his hard on. You stared at him, your heart pumping on your chest. Your legs opened a little.
Hwanwoong put the condom in and went over you again. His hands grabbed your waist; they were a little sticky, probably because of the precum. You spread your legs more, your hands grabbing the sheets. Your eyes were staring at his face. A smirk was coming on that face. The make up was still on but more and more smudged. You felt his tip on your entrance, making you shiver and tremble.
«Woong, please, don't hesitate.» You whined.
«Oh, princess, did you forget who I am?»
He pushed inside you, making you moan.
«I'm your vampire, princess. Tonight, I'll make you feel so good.»
Another slow push, another moan from you. It took a very short time for Hwanwoong to adjust his pace for you. You were used to, after all. All those nights after concerts spent between quickies and rough sex in the rest room made you used to a fast pace. It was different this time of course. Being fucked by Hwanwoong while wearing that beautiful outfit on, in the safe of your room, it wasn't something you would have usually done if it wasn't for that stage, if it wasn't for the many messages you send to him, praising that outfit. Your skins hit each other more faster, Hwanwoong's moans were filling your ears, you could just call his name between a push and another. One of your hands grabbed his black tie and tried to bring him close to you. Hwanwoong chuckled.
«Are you missing me?»
«Kiss me, please.» You whined.
His hands left your waist. One of them reached the hand still grabbing the tie, the other blocking the one still grabbing the sheet. Your hand left the tie and ended up on the pillow. Hwanwoong's face was close to you. He bit your ear, followed by another push inside you. Another moan came from you.
«Good girl, keep moaning. And I'll give you all the kisses you want.» You could just nod, before getting another push. Hwanwoong's hips were moving a little slow, hitting on different spots just to let you moan. And every moan was followed by a kiss, whether it was on cheeks, on the lips or on the neck.
«You're doing so well, princess.» He murmured from time to time. You felt his body's heat increasing more and more, his hips were getting hotter. You knew he was close to cum. And so he knew. His pace became faster, his kisses more frequent, followed by little licks on your neck and new marks on it. You put your legs around his waist, his hands intertwined with yours, skins still hitting each other.
You moaned one last time, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing and your walls clenching. Hwanwoong pushed a couple of times more before finally catching his breath.
You closed your eyes, your legs leaving his waist, the tiredness coming in your body. You felt a little kiss on your lips.
«Wait here, I'm going to the bathroom. Take this time to rest.» He spoke softly.
He got off of you. You heard his steps reaching the bathroom. You slowly opened your eyes, your mind still empty and dizzy. You rubbed your eyes and sat on the bed. You turned to the bathroom. There was still a thing you wanted to do with Hwanwoong.
You got up and reached the bathroom. The door was a little open. Hwanwoong already got rid of the condom. He was taking off the rest of the outfit, before cleaning himself up. You waited for him to put away the rest of the clothes before entering.
«Uh? Y/N, did you rest already?»
You pointed at his face. «I was thinking...would you like getting some help removing the make up?»
«Uh?» Hwanwoong turned in the mirror. His make up was completely smudged now. He puffed.
«Guess I'm not a vampire anymore, I look like a zombie, hehe.»
«So...do you want some help or...»
Hwanwoong nodded. You smiled.
«Ok then, just sit and let me remove this white mess you have on your face.»
Hwanwoong chuckled. «You liked this white mess on my face, though.» You stuck your tongue out while getting the cotton disk. Hwanwoong sat on the bathroom's step stool. You kneeled down, the cotton disk full of micellar water. Hwanwoong closed his eyes. You started cleaning his forehead, going down through the nose and then the cheeks. Your free hand took the occasion to adjust his hair too, leaving no strands on his forehead. The eyelids came at last. You used three cotton disks to clean that huge mess of make up.
You stared at Hwanwoong's now bare face. Even with all his imperfections, there was something that was making him beautiful in your eyes. Maybe it was his sharp jaw, the lips, the forehead...or maybe just the love you had for him.
«Can I open my eyes now?» He asked.
«Not yet...» You said before placing a couple of kisses on his eyelids. Hwanwoong opened his eyes. «Hey, what was this, now?!» You giggled. «Nothing, Woong.» You placed your forehead over his. «Just wanted to tell you how pretty you are even now.» Hwanwoong snorted. «You have a very questionable taste for loving my bare face. You should love my vampire side more.»
You giggled again. «Woong, I love every side of you, even this one.» You kissed his lips. The boy's face turned red. He covered his face with his hands, making you giggle.
«Please, never say something like this ever again. You make me blush.» He whined. You hugged him, your head resting on his. You stayed like this for some moments and then headed to the shower. In a matter of seconds, the water's warmth would have covered your bodies, same as the sheets later. You would have spent the time just cuddling on the bed and saying lovely words to each other.
Hwanwoong has been your vampire tonight, probably he would have turned into a vampire again in the future just for making your mind dizzy, but you knew that he would have been your one and only.
Warnings: Mentions of torture, wounds, grammar errors might occur
Note: so, the last post I made gave me the brainrot 🤣
At first I wanted to write a long post where I highlighted the origins of every member but, while I was writing it, it came longer than I expected so, you'll get this story that will be a part of a magnum opus.
Will I make a master post about this? Of course I'll do. This performance really made me think something 🥲
I hope the story makes sense as always
What Seoho desired was just singing. If he was born in another time, he would have been the best singer in the world. But he was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place. Since he was little, he always wished to become an opera singer, the biggest achievement someone like him wished to get. But he didn't have the money, he wasn't a son from the upper class. Dreaming was his only option.
He became an actor, performing in theaters from the downtown. He didn't make any distinction about which play he was going to do: money was more important. It was important to have money: to pay the huge debt his parents made for his music and singing education, a debt so huge he was still paying it after his parents' death, to pay for necessities, to pay for his costumes and make up. Pay, pay, pay: that was the only thing he should have done.
When he was younger, he wished he had some admirers once he started his job. He always saw actors and singers surrounded by them. Getting loved for his talents, it wasn't something big he wished for. But he didn't know he would have ended up performing in shabby, dirty theaters. The people who go there, don't care that much about art. They go there just to relax their tired mind, venting their huge frustration at the actors if they mess up. There have been times where Seoho came back in his room with his face dirty by the food the public threw at him because he or his colleagues messed up. And yet, he kept going.
He kept wearing that old, white make up he wore from the beginning. He kept singing when he had the possibility. He loved music, he loved performing. His love was so strong he could have sung until the old age would have come.
But not this time. Not anymore. He was in prison now. Waiting for the execution. He was there for a mistake, the audacity to participate in a play. A play written by an anarchist, a heretic. But the plot, the main character, seemed to resonate to him, that part was supposed to be his. He didn't care that his already little reputation would have fallen, he wanted to say those beats, going against the king, the nobility, the public who never acknowledged his talent, just being angry and saying everything he always desired in the safest way.
How naive he was. That play made him more famous than ever. His name was mentioned everywhere he was getting the fame he always wanted, he was getting more money, he was getting more fans. But at what cost? Less and less actors wanted to play that blasphemous piece, no one wanted to go against the king. But Seoho kept going. He wouldn't have left that high hill he finally reached. He wanted to stay on top forever.
The king's guards came to his room. Seoho couldn't make any sign of resistance. In a matter of moments, he was getting an interrogation. The king was searching for the play's writer, the one who dared to mock him in that way.
Seoho heard these words for days while he was getting tortured. But his answer was always the same, whimpered one.
"You're the main actor! You should know something about him! Speak!"
"I don't know anything! The script always had that pseudonym! I don't know the author! Please...just let me go..."
«Just let me go...» Seoho was repeating that day. He didn't want to die, not for something he wasn't at fault with. He moved his chained arms a little, the wrists started to burn again. He looked at himself. The white shirt he wore when he was arrested was just a dirty piece of rag, he would have preferred being shirtless instead, maybe the wounds on his back would have healed instead of burning his skin.
What a beautiful ending for my recital. Dying for a crime he didn't commit, like the protagonist of The Messenger of the Devil. The last character I played predicted my end. What a terrible, shared future.
«So this is the end of my best actor? Dying in an execution?» A deep voice whispered. Seoho raised his head a little. In front of the jail's bars, a young boy was staring.
«How pity, this is not the end I was expecting to witness.» The boy puffed.
«Who are you?» Seoho murmured. The boy chuckled. «Who am I?» He smiled. «I’m the king’s biggest enemy. I’m the writer of The Messenger from the Devil.»
Seoho gasped.
No, it can’t be. A young boy writing a play like that? It’s impossible! The play makes fun of the king and his entire court, the writer should have lived with him for years!
The boy laughed. «I know, it’s shoking, even the guards were shocked when I said it. Very sad that they can’t tell it to the police...»
Seoho moved back, his back touched the jail’s cold wall. He wished he wasn’t chained in that moment. That boy was strange: that pale skin, the long, black hair, those long black nails, the red shirt which seemed to come from another century; that boy wasn’t a normal human being. Seoho gulped.
«Are you...Are you the devil? Did you come here to take my soul?» He murmured. The boy smiled before erupting in a loud laugh.
«Oh, I appreciate the comparison but no, I’m not The Lord. I’m just one of his Princes.» The boy touched one of the bars with his hands, his face coming closer, his eyes looking into Seoho’s. «And I came here just for you.»
A sulfurous cloud wrapped the boy. Seoho closed his eyes and coughed. A cold hand held his chin. Seoho opened his eyes. The boy’s purple eyes were staring at him. Seoho felt a huge weight on his stomach: the boy was blocking him. He moved his legs, trying to kick him, but he was too weak to even raise them. He moved his chin, trying to free himself from the boy’s hand, but his grab was blocking his face. Seoho started trembling.
«Oh, don’t be afraid, young man, you’ll be free soon.»
«What do you want? I don’t want to end in Hell.» Seoho implored. The boy smiled.
«Oh, you’ll not end up in Hell...if that place even exists.» He chuckled. He placed his lips near Seoho’s ears. «I’m giving you something better. Something the humankind has always searched since it came to the Earth. I’m giving you...immortality.» He whispered.
Seoho felt his body becoming empty. Immortality. Deep inside he always wanted to achieve that goal. Singing forever. Hearing his voice forever, being an eternal singer. What a beautiful, impossible desire. The boy’s hands reached his chains and broke them, finally freeing his wrists.
«There it is, it has been easier than you expected, am I right?» The boy said. Seoho looked at his now free hands. The wrists were reddish and pulsing. He massaged them. The wounds on his back were still burning. The boy got up and gave him a hand.
«Are you able to get up?»
Seoho shook his head. «My back...it hurts.» He murmured. The boy kneeled down. Seoho shook his head again.
«I don’t want your help. Leave me alone.»
The boy puffed. «Don’t make things worse for you. I came to help and giving you immortality. I choose y-»
«Why did you choose me?» Seoho murmured. The boy smiled.
«Should I really answer? It’s because you’re the best performer of my play.»
Seoho’s eyes went wide open.
«Why are you surprised? You’ve been the only one who kept spreading my message. I saw and checked every actor who performed my play. Each one of them was good, I wouldn’t lie, but they were all dirty cowards.» The boy hissed. «It took a king’s proclaim to make them all run away from my creation, like rats abandoning the ship. But not you.»
«Cut the crap already! I didn’t keep performing your play for your ideal. I did it because I was getting more money with it: I was finally getting enough funds to finally pay my family’s debts, I was getting recognition from my talent, I was achieving my dream!» Seoho shouted. His eyes were burning from the tears coming.
«I just wanted the life I desired...I just wanted to be a singer and perform in an opera. I didn’t want to end up here.» He sniffed.
«If I could come back in time, I would never perform that play. Ever. I would keep being a mediocre actor like I was before. You ruined my life!»
The boy smirked. «What a sad thing to say. The best actor giving up...And for what?» The boy knelled down again, his face getting closer to Seoho’s. The boy’s purple eyes stared at his face. He whiped one of Seoho's tears with his fingers, making the man wincing. That boy was cleraly from hell, his physical appearance proved it at that point; sharing an act of compassion like that was unexpected. The boy kept watching him.
«Did you really want to stuck in your mediocre, miserable life you had until now? You really would have stuck in the same society that stopped you achieving your dream because you weren’t born in the right family? Would you really keep worshiping the king, the same king who got offended by a harmless play and punished you only because you performed it? Would you live under this kingdom, the same kingdom that put you in jail right now and it’s just waiting for your execution? The people who will watch you die tomorrow are the same who were cheering you in the theater. They’ll see your head rolling on the wooden floor, your blood spilling on their faces and yet, they’ll say the king was right killing you. But if you insist...» The boy got up. «I can’t force you. You said already that you don’t want my help. I’ll leave you there. Maybe you’ll manage to escape by yourself, even though your body says otherwise.»
The boy reached the door. His hands caressed the bars. «Wait...» Seoho murmured. «I want your help.» The boy smirked.
He finally accepted it.
He turned at Seoho. The young man was still sitting on the floor.
«May I ask why you accepted my offer?»
«I just want to be free. I don’t know if you’ll give me immortality. You’re a demon, I know how you trick humans into sinning. But I don’t have other choice now. Take my soul if that makes you happy.»
The boy reached Seoho again and knelled down. The young man felt the boy’s arms wrapping his back.
«Are there other dreams you want to achieve, Lee Seoho?» The boy whispered. The young man took a short breath. «Seeing my family again. And becoming the best singer in the world.»
«Unfortunately, I can’t grant your first wish. I’m not a demon like you still believe to. I can’t bring you in the afterlife. But the second one...consider that already granted.»
Seoho heard the muddy shirt ripping. His skin hit the prison’s cold air, making him tremble.
«These are very serious wounds. My poor actor, the king really wanted to destroy you. But don’t worry, you’ll not feel pain anymore.»
Seoho’s back started to burn, he hid his face on the boy’s shoulder, trying to suppress a scream. Sulfur started to fill the jail.
«What will you do to me after you’ll get my soul? Am I becoming your slave?» He whined. The boy chuckled.
«I will never perform a barbarous act like slavery, I leave this disgusting procedure to humans. You’re free and immortal. I only ask you one thing to do for me.»
«What is it?»
«I want you to be my guardian.»
Seoho chuckled. «That’s it? You’ll not give me eternal damnation? You’re a lame demon.» He said with the last energies left. «But if that’s the only thing you want then, I accept it.» Seoho closed his eyes, his energy slowly leaving him, his skin still burning. It seemed he was finally reaching death. That demonic boy was a good liar, he was surely going to the afterlife, to Hell specifically, the sulfur that was filling his lungs was probably from there.
Mum, dad, I’m sorry if I disappointed you and you’ll not see me in the afterlife. I didn’t make it. I’ve stopped being a good kid. Please, forgive me.
Dongmyeong's steps were resonating in the castle's empty halls. His face was wrinkled by rage.
«I had enough! This will be the last time he will use my room like that!» The bat croaked. Dongmyeong turned his face at him. «Giuk, you've been here only for 200 years. Dongju used my room like that since we became Princes! He can't keep throwing corpses like nothing. It's my room! I sleep there!» Another croak came from the bat. Dongmyeong took a short breath. «No, Giuk, just because he's well respected in the Council it doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants here. I'm still the oldest! I pretend to have some respect!» The bat croaked again. «Oh come on now! Giuk, a little punishment will do anything, I'll just not allow him to use black magic for a week.»
Dongmyeong reached the astrolabe's stairs and climbed them. His steps resonated more.
As always, he's watching the stars, as if it's actually useful.
The vampire reached the astrolabe's wooded door and opened it with both his hands. Sitting near the telescope, Dongju was writing some notes. Dongmyeong coughed. The youngest turned at him. «Oh, Dongmyeong. I wasn't expecting tonight. Do you want to help me in my research?»
«You can stop with the innocent pantomime, Dongju. I didn't come here for your stars. There's a corpse in my bed! How many times did I tell you that you shouldn't leave dead bodies in my room?!»
«Dongmyeong! That's rude! He's the new member of our family, calling him "corpse" is very disrespectful."
«Ha ha, very funny to say, Dongju. You should stop making excuse-Wait...» Dongmyeong has always been very good at detecting his blatant lies. But the serious face he was showing was telling him something else.
«Don't tell me...did the ritual work?!»
Dongju crossed his arms. «Correct, my hypothesis came true at the end. Our family's mark works only with people who don't have nothing to lose and are very close to dying. Two difficult requirements to fill, not gonna lie. Convincing that man to accept the ritual has been difficult.» Dongmyeong chuckled. «I can see why, I've always been the best at talking between the two of us.»
«But I'm not completely satisfied, his hair became white after the ritual. I would have preferred him to keep the same hair colour.» Dongmyeong puffed. «Always searching for the little flaw even when it's not necessary. You should be happy that you finally made it after a lot of tries.» Dongmyeong pointed at the little bat.
«Now, I'll let you show something both me and Giuk worked on these weeks.» Dongmyeong whistled. The little bat flew down. A little sulfurous cloud surrounded him. A young boy came from it. Giuk placed his feet on the floor. He immediately uncovered his shirt's sleeves. Dongju squinted his eyes. On Giuk's arms, glowing marks were stamped on his skin.
«What are these?»
«Tattoos! Humans use them as a way to be more confident and strong! Me and Dongmyeong studied how to apply these things to black magic and now, with these ones, I can use black magic too!» Giuk declared.
Dongju looked at Dongmyeong with a disappointed face. «Dongmyeong...»
«The Council already hates me and declassified me from my position. I can do what I want!»
Dongju facepalmed. «You know that I need to work my ass off to defend you next time...»
«As if it's necessary, the council loves you! You're perfect!»
Dongju took a deep breath.
«We'll talk about it later. Now-» Dongju got up. «Would we welcome our new family member properly? If my calculations are correct, he'll wake up soon.»
Giuk's eyes went wide. «Oh, I'm surely ready!»
«You don't need to ask, Dongju. Let's go, Giuk.» The two vampires already went towards the room's exit. Dongju followed them behind. In his mind there was only one thought.
This is just the first step. I feel we'll soon rebuild the family we lost.
Meanwhile, in Dongmyeong's room, a young man called Lee Seoho was peacefully sleeping. He doesn't know that his hair is now silver, he doesn't know that he's still alive, he doesn't know he's now a vampire. On his back, instead of the burning, terrible wounds he endured, there was a glowing, purple mark.
Notes/Warnings: no way, another headcanons post?! And with a spooky theme? What happened?! Let's say that the recent and last stage Oneus had for RTK made me...think. It's not the first time they had a concert based on vampires, mind you, but this time they made it not only better, they made it SUPERIOR. Now I really want to read more vampire stories once again. And of course, my creative juices exploded after this so...have these headcanons for now, who knows if I'll manage to write full stories with them one day.
Before starting, I just want to point out that these headcanons are mostly based over the folklore and the (few) gothic stories I read about vampires. So no "vampires can die with sunlight" (it's something movies introduced since Nosferatu, I'll admit that, but the folklore and the first novels never mention the sun as deadly for them) the sun just reduces them to their human form or heavily weakens them but does not kill them. The moonlight, on the other hand, heals them and makes them powerful. Also I had fun searching for different bat species for each member, not gonna lie.
These headcanons are for the most part SFW but some of them are suggestive. Please don't interact with these if they make you uncomfortable, especially if you're a minor.
🧛 Seoho 🧛
His bat form is based on the common noctule
When in his human form, he has black hair. When he turns into his vampire form, his hair turns silver
He can survive without drinking blood for 15 days
He sleeps hanging upside down (like a bat...)
He uses his coffin as a bait to trick (and eventually kill) vampire hunters
He searches humans with a sweet and tasty blood
He always wanted to have a vampire partner. However, since he doesn't have the "Prince of Darkness" title, he can't have one. If he turns a human into a vampire, he's forced to leave them to his prince.
He loves making out with you immediately after he drank your blood. With his mouth and lips still full of it, he wants you to feel how good you taste for him
He follows you everywhere. No matter what, he'll always watch you, whether it's far or near
He uses his singing voice to hypnotize his victims
He loves seeing his victims being weak and whipped over him
🧛 Leedo 🧛
His bat form is based on the black mastiff bat
Like Seoho, his hair colour changes depending on the form: black while he's a human, red when he's a vampire
He can survive for a month without drinking blood, this resistance however comes at terrible price: the less he drinks, the more he becomes violent and protective over his partner
If he lets his rage out, he will not make any distinction between humans or vampires: he'll kill everyone who will touch his partner
There are rumours about how he got this incredible strength and rage: the most well known is that he drank other vampires' blood
Despite this, he's known for having the gentlest bite among his friends. He makes sure his fangs will slowly penetrate his partner's skin, making sure they'll not get hurt much
He loves having his arms around his partner's waist while he's drinking their blood. If he can caress their skin, even better
He uses his deep voice to calm and relax his partner while drinking their blood
🧛 Keonhee 🧛
His bat form is based on the spectral bat
He prefers staying on his bat form instead of his human one.
While he's in this form, he spends time on his partner's shoulders, leaving little "kisses" on their cheeks with his muzzle
He can barely survive a week without drinking blood
He's the one with the strongest bite: once he bites and sucks blood, you can't escape him until he stopped drinking every spill he needs
During his first hunts, he always lost control of his drinking and ended up killing his victims. This affected him terribly once he accidentally killed one of his human partners
Although he learnt when to stop drinking blood, he always gets worried seeing his partner pale. He'll immediately give them all the necessary for letting them regain some energy and he'll make sure the wound will heal
He sleeps with his partner the day immediately after the blood sucking because he thinks they're too weak and vulnerable. Even though he knows his body is cold, he still hopes he's still giving some warmth to them
Sometimes he wishes he was human again
He hypnotizes his victims with his kisses
🧛 Hwanwoong 🧛
His bat form is based on the common pipistrelle
He prefers staying in his bat form
He uses his bat form for being close to his partner. In fact, he always sneaks inside his partner's pockets
Unlike the others, he follows the "little spills" philosophy: drinking a few spills of blood each day instead of drinking a lot of blood once in a while. That means that he always needs a partner or searching immediately for a new one.
He likes biting everywhere, no body part is safe. The important thing is spilling some blood.
His partner can't see him when he needs to drink blood, he always makes them wear a blindfold
He loves kissing and licking his partner's skin before the bite, that makes the skin more tender to him
He loves touching his partners' bite scars just to make them weak and whipped. It makes the blood more sweet to him
He hypnotizes his victims by wisphering
🧛 Xion 🧛
His bat form is based on the common vampire bat
He can survive a year without drinking blood
He has the "Prince of Darkness" title. By that means, he controlls a territory and the other vampires living in it. If vampires turn their partner into a vampire, those partners belongs to him
He choosed the other members as his own guardians
He knows black magic
He made his fangs poisonous thanks to black magic: once he bites, his fangs releases a sedative that makes his victims fall alseep
He mostly kills his victims
As a Prince of Darknees he can easily attract and hypnotize his victims just with his presence and charisma
