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Hi everyone, it’s tinietaehyun! I finally posted the damn huening fic after perfecting after so long! It’s been a while since I’ve been running this account and writing. I started it off as just a private place to write down and execute my ideas for fics and honestly a good way for me to unwind in the midst of my academic work.
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A/N: Finally posting this omg 😭 life is so hectic!
Summary: Oh he is ever so pretty… you couldn’t get enough. That sailor and his carefree beauty, his precious smile and laughter as he worked at the port—it gripped your heart like a treacherous vice. You wanted him. No, you needed him. He wasn’t like the others you had ensnared, no, he was better, purer, worthy of your attention and affections. Most importantly, he would become yours. The question is however, would he succumb to your song?
The waves crash and froth across the dark stone of the cove, frothing as it washes across the rock leaving a glistening sheen afterward. The scent of salt permeates the air, and the ocean breeze waft through your damp locks — ringlets clinging onto your neck and shoulders, droplets glimmering under the light from the sun.
You perch yourself at the edge of the hidden cove, tail fins brushing in and splashing lightly in the water. Your scales iridescently shimmer, casting a vast kaleidoscope of colours into the walls of the cove. A long weary sigh escapes your lips as you stare out at the horizon, so bleak, so boring.
You tilt your head back stretching your neck before craning it over to the right of the adjoining coastline, there. The human settlement, a quaint little, what was it they called it? A port. So many ships and boats of all sizes coming in and going out as they pleased. So many humans to toy with, no matter how many do go missing, they can’t seem to give up this location, a bustling hub of trade and commerce situated ever so perfectly.
It made for quite the entertainment for you, luring in humans, oh so stupid, so foolish they were. It was almost pathetically easily to swim up to the surface, flutter your lashes, give them a smile, curl your finger toward the water, and hum your song and into the water they go.
You close your eyes, lips forming a smile as you relish the countless memories, the countless souls you’ve taken, drowned. It was almost ecstasy seeing their initial surprise turn into utter fear, as you dragged them down deeper and deeper, thrashing and flailing down. Their pitiful screams muffled by the water. A delighted little giggle escapes your lips as your eyelids flutter open, how fun indeed.
Humans as foolish as they may be, were vain, over-confident, and arrogant creatures. Did you like them? Not really, but you couldn’t hate them either, you always had an innate curiosity for them, their behaviour, mannerisms, their intelligence and fondness for weird gadgets and mechanisms. Simply by observing them, listening to their conversation over the years have expanded your knowledge immensely.
Although, most human men, all have a weakness, and that is seeing a beautiful creature. Something they can desire, they can covet, lust for, fall in love with, capture, own or kill. Any of the above.
Humans were greedy creatures. Unfortunately for them, for the people of this port in particular, you were far greedier. No one ever knew what was the reason for so many disappearances. Most assumed sharks, or slipping off the port plunging into the waters, other reports claim suicide as witness reports saw sailors and merchants walking into the water themselves.
Only you knew, why there were so many skeletons at the bottom of the ocean. You lean back on your palms with a vain smile, it wasn’t your fault you were a sight for sore eyes, irresistible to humans, like a covetable pearl in a clam. It wasn’t your fault that humans wished for more than they should. You swat your tail back into the water creating a splash as a huff escapes your lips.
You were bored. So, so, so bored. All these humans had no substance. All these old men, all the same, all so predictable. You couldn’t even enjoy the thrill of luring them in, not when they fell so easily for you. How desperate could they be? Fools. You wanted more.
You were tired of the lacklustre victims, you wanted excitement, thrill, you wanted someone you’d have fun with! Someone who’d challenge you, someone who you could… not predict so easily. Someone pretty. Was that so hard? A scoff emits from you. Clearly. Clearly it was. Everyday you watched the port, swam nearby lurking under the water surface but to no avail.
All the while, you were getting rather cranky. You needed something to keep you entertained. It had been far too long since you lured someone in and now you were just itching for it. For your next prey.
Stretching your arms with a groan, you finally dive into the waters. Water envelops your senses and with ease, you glide with your tail in the sea, whipping up and down as you propel yourself forward with your arms with much efficiency. You loved swimming, gliding through the ocean, surpassing the schools of fish, the larger sea animals, seeing the waving seaweed, floating shells, a few human items carelessly thrown into the water.
You reach your usual spot, a quaint nook near the port, a secluded place where most people wouldn’t think to look down into the water, and if they did you’d submerge yourself just in time and swim underneath the pier. Perfect for observing humans quietly. A sigh leaves your mouth, another day, another uneventful trip out.
A few minutes pass, and few merchants and sailors pass by, a few more boats and ships dock in— nothing remarkable, same old, same old. Ugh, how deplorably boring. You’d stay out for less time today, perhaps you’d go hunting for more human trinkets near that one place of the coastline. You’d found numerous things that way, a broken mirror, a silver pendant, a few coins, and even at one point a trunk of gems! How lucky were you that day, huh?
A large, “Ahoy!” echoes out and you crane your neck over your shoulder seeing a large wooden vessel sail in; its sail puffed proudly in the wind, its wood groaning and creaking, the hull covered in barnacles and seaweed, scratched up but holding sturdy. A quaint flag flaps on the top of the mast and you observe as numerous crewmen rush around, pulling and heaving at the ropes, the captain on the stern barking orders to effectively dock.
You tilt your head, such a complicated manner of travel. A shame indeed humans were rather poor swimmers. Sure, they could swim somewhat, but in comparison to your kind? Absolutely terrible. They had to create this obnoxious things called boats and ships to traverse your home, the sea. Truly pitiful creatures.
The crewmembers heave and shout, working together to dock the ship and you observe with intrigue as different ropes are pulled and hooked around tied around various facets with practiced skill. You freeze. There.
Your heart rate soars and for a moment you feel as though everything slows down to almost a halt. Nothing around you registers except one single individual— a sailor, a pretty one at that.
Very pretty, oh so pretty indeed. The prettiest you think you’ve seen in years in fact. Ever even. Could humans even be this beautiful?
You wade closer with part lips and awe in your gaze as you see him at front of the ship, arms spread as the wind whips against him making his brown locks flay and bounce haphazardly. The harsh sun gleams against golden skin as his eyes are closed and an endearingly wide grin rests on his pretty lips. His clothes flap and flail, revealing just the hint of his torso, he relishes the grand entry into the port.
“Hey! Kai, get your floundering ass out of the clouds and get over there and help Mercy won’t ya? Catch you daydreaming again on deck and I’ll throw ya overboard, got that?” The captain’s bellow butchers your reverie.
The young sailor’s eyes flutter open as he tosses a mischievous grin over his shoulder, “Aye Captain!” The other crew members also seem to look on with a certain fondness, whilst the captain shakes his head in a poor attempt to hide his smile.
“You say this every time captain,” Kai grunts loudly as he takes hold of the rope. The sailor beside him Mercy seems to bark, “Shut yar trap and start heaving, Kai!”
The captain scoffs, “What he said! You’re lucky I’m so fond of ya, but my patience only goes so far.” Kai lets out a beaming smile as he begins pulling, “You’ve also said that many times.”
Mercy snaps, “Kai I swear ye-“ Kai chuckles, “Okay, okay, I’m pulling!”
As this occurs, you’re entranced. That’s a first, usually you’re the one doing the entrancing. His smile. Oh, he is incredibly handsome, a charming almost boyish smile, mischievous yet innocent. A playful disposition which only evokes fondness and an endearing expression of joy as he teases his crew mates back.
It’s made you curious—incredibly so. You continue to follow along the ship, with a new fiery fervour. Your heart races immensely, what was this peculiar feeling? You felt breathless, excited even. You gaze up at him as he heaves, heavy and laboured breaths leaving his lips, the way his muscles stretch against the fabric of his attire. The slight crinkle between his brows as he concentrates.
“Are ya even pulling, Kai?” Mercy grunts. Kai grins breathless, “We all know who won in our arm wrestling match, Mercy, I should be asking you that.” A few crewmates burst out into laughter as Mercy merely scoffs, “Alright, alright, ya got me.”
He has such an infectiously happy personality, such charisma. Did you mention how pretty he was? Oh, his eyes, the way they crinkled when he laughed. His sharp cheek bones and chiselled jaw, strong and broad shoulders. Such a physique…
As the ship is finally docked with ease, you watch carefully lingering beneath the pier regarding as the crew deboard with hearty cheers and chuckles. Where was he?
Ah! There! The captain sighs exasperated, “Don’t even know why I made you the first mate. Clearly I was drunk.”
“No captain, it’s because I’m your nephew.” Kai muses walking beside him. The captain hums dryly, “Other than that I mean. Anyway, here. I need ya to get a few things on this scroll in the market. We’ll be here for a few weeks. Got a few deals coming up, yeah? Behave yourself and don’t get involved into stupid shit, got that? I’ll be lookin’ at our accommodations in the meantime.”
Kai shrugs, “No promises, captain.” The captain merely ignores his playful jab and your eyes widen impossibly so as he walks along the pier. With utter excitement you follow along his carefree walk. A money pouch and scroll in hand.
There was just something so…innocent about him. So…gleeful and untouched by the filth of the human world. He wasn’t like the other disgusting sailors you’d come across. No, no, no. He was purer, so much lovelier.
You couldn’t get enough of staring at him. Just watching him walk made your heart flutter and jump. You watch him as he goes to pet a few stray cats meowing for food, clearly hungry and taunted by the smell of freshly caught fish (only to be driven away by the fishmongers).
“Aw, aren’t you a sweet kitty nuzzling up to me? Real social, aren’t you? Super skinny too- too bad I can’t take you and your friends on board, the captain would kill me.” His fingers pet the furry creature who seems to be in bliss, and another cat approaches to which he also flourishes with attention.
“Stay here guys, I’ll get you some fish, alright?” You wade closer, your fingers latching onto the concrete as you watch enraptured as he goes to buy some fish. He seems debate looking at the pouch, money given by the captain specifically given to buy the things that were necessary. However, just as quickly as he hesitated, he ends up handing a few coins to the grumpy fishmonger and grabbing four sardines.
With that, he tosses the fish by the felines who seemed to have followed happily behind him. They devour the fish with delight and he watches on with a foolishly wide grin.
Your brows furrow. Foolish human, spending his allowance unnecessarily. But… how endearing. This…this type of innocence—it was rare from humans.
“You happy now, kitties? I’ll buy you some more if I can. Just have to plead with the captain, for a bit more change,” he coos petting a cat.
You felt overwhelmed. The way the sun glimmers against his skin, his soft hair bouncing, his tender heart. He was a fool, naive even. But you loved it. His charm, playfulness, and his innocence. You couldn’t get enough. It was refreshing.
No, you wouldn’t get enough. You wanted it. You wanted him. You feel it, a small droplet of obsession. It had been too long, far too much time since you’d felt such strong emotions for a human. You wanted him. Not just as your next victim.
Thus, in true siren fashion, you decided— you needed him.
All to yourself.
And so, you begin to formulate a plan, some way to lure your precious pretty sailor into your arms. Within a few days of trailing his movements along the pier and port, as he scours the markets by the waterside, you find out his whole name: Huening Kai. The first mate of the Captain of the merchant ship: ‘The Songbird.’
You find his personality ever so endearing as you spend days observing his interactions with the market merchants. You keep yourself as hidden as possible, submerged beneath the waves, or watch as he makes his way up the jagged steps on the cliff side to head deeper into the human seaside town. How frustrating you didn’t have legs!
You were confined to the water whenever he decided to venture deeper into town. Held back in your own watery prison and your own biology. But it gave you solace, he’d always return within a few hours. In the evenings, he sit on the ship with his crewmates as they drank, sang shanties and songs, danced and bellowed.
With growing interest, you keep a keen eye on his mannerisms. Mischievous but kind hearted; not to mention he was strong as you saw him heave cargo, crates and pull thick ropes with ease, almost seeming to make the seams of his clothes stretch precariously close to ripping. His handsome face, you couldn’t ever become bored of. You’d peer at it everyday, a dazed smile on your lips, resting your elbow on some boulder and resting your chin atop your palm.
“No worries, miss. These are perfectly fine!” He grins at the seller, one day. The lady flushes and he seems oblivious to the flirtation of the seller. You should rip her head off her shoulders, leave it bobbing on the water as a reminder. Your gaze darkens as he smiles back. How dare she covet what was so clearly yours?
No, how dare he smile so earnestly back? How dare he gaze so prettily at others? A malevolent storm swirls within you. He was yours, all yours. Not anyone else’s. Inhaling deeply, you sink back into the deep water angered; you couldn’t afford to be reckless. He’d be scared off if you tried anything now.
You had to play the long game. You had to be patient, wait it out. You close your eyes feeling the water caress your cheeks and face as you glide though the water, spinning and rolling. There was no need to rush, the outcome was obvious. He’d be yours no matter the case.
You’d make sure of it.
A few more days pass as you spend your time gazing at him. You’re completely fascinated, with his behaviour, his words. His touch of awkwardness and humbleness in everything he does, helping around despite not knowing half the people he helps. You can’t help but admire his earnestness which starkly sets him apart from the countless reckless sailors you’ve encountered.
This fascination morphs into something much more twisted, bordering—no surpassing into obsession. He’d consume your thoughts, have you longing to embrace him, feel his soft skin against yours. How would it feel to cup his jaw, look into those kind eyes, to run your thumb over his kissable lips?
From afar, you resume your routine memorising his chores, tasks. His ruggedness, his smiles, his laugh, everything; it draws you in like the pull of the currents. A pang hits your heart, you were aware. The danger that you pose to him, how most sailors were wary of your kind. With furrowed brows you restrain yourself to be patient, if you reveal yourself too soon, it would all go to waste.
Thus, you decide to start off subtly, to notice you, or at least, notice your presence. As the sun sets, you notice him perching on the edge near the railing of the ship, in his usual spot. His skin glows bronze under the orange hues of the sunset, hair bouncing in the breeze.
You swim afar, not wanting to gain attention but just nearby enough for the sound of your voice to echo out. You didn’t want him walking toward you just yet. Like bait on a fish hook, you just wanted him to see, no- to hear you.
The sun finally melts into the horizon and the sky grows dark. Closing your eyes, you sing a melody, an ancient one, a song that has led countless men to their doom. A haunting song of the watery abyss, in memory of the lives you’ve taken, the lives your kind has taken. The tune echoes ever so subtly over the waves. You knew most wouldn’t noticed preoccupied with work, or getting drunk.
However, your Kai. He’d notice, you know he would ; he was always so attentive when he sat to look out at the sea by himself. His alone time, his time to unwind. Sometimes, he’d hum a gentle melody to himself, a beautiful voice. Oh if he weren’t a sailor, you’d have mistaken him for a siren himself.
You sing and that’s when you catch glimpse of him perking up, stiffening as his ears capture the sound of your melody. He leans over the railing, his pretty eyes widening, lips parting and brows furrowing as he tries to separate the sound of your voice from the bustle of the port nearby. You got him.
You resume singing, lips quirking into a slow smile. How curious he was, but it appears his poor soul doesn’t understand that this melody was meant for him. Perhaps he thinks he is just imagining things. No matter, you would do this frequently enough for him to understand, that this, was very real indeed. You had gotten his attention, and for tonight, that made your icy heart feel warm.
Over the next three days, you sing, always just after sunset, ever so softly, hauntingly. His eyes widen, sometimes capturing a glimpse of movement underneath the water, objects swirling in the water or strange lights dancing underneath the surface of the pier. All of which make him rather wary, cautious even.
You remain patient, undeterred in your efforts and it seems to pay off as he begins sitting in his usual spot on the ship, just before sunset, as if awaiting your song. He almost keenly looks out under that one spot underneath the pier for the pretty orbs beneath the waves. You find him walking along the beach, peering wistfully at the ocean, threading his fingers through the frigid waters with an eager curiosity.
Hook, line and sinker.
A twisted smile appears on your lips. You found it so adorable, how he awaited your song, the cute little crease between his brows as he focuses so intently on your little magical displays beneath the water and your song from afar, questioning whether anyone else had heard it or if it was just him.
Oh how cute, you could just devour him.
One evening, you decide to test the waters. It had been over a week and a half of this little back and forth. Kai walks along the beach, peering at the water, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He crouches down picking up a few seashells, observing the tiny crabs scuttling along and breathing in the salty air. He loved the beach, the ocean, the thrill of a voyage.
Placing a hand over his brows to combat the glare of the setting sun, he looks out onto the horizon. That song. It’s been stuck in his head for days upon end now. He watches as the sun sets and he waits, the water lapping at his feet. Nothing.
Kai’s heart races; a blip of panic. Where was the song? It was just the bleak silence of the usual waves crashing onto shore, the cries of seagulls and fizzing of the frothy water. It always started at this time, so where was it this evening? Did something happen to whatever produced this song? He murmurs confused, “…It’s supposed to start now..?”
Then, he sees it— an unusual ripple in the water, a shadow beneath the surface. Kai’s heart slams against his chest, immediately drawn toward it. You smile beneath the surface, seeing an opportunity. Taking a chance, you twist down to go deeper but not without letting your tail break the water surface and letting your scales shimmer under the dimming sky. The curve of your tail ever so slightly teasing his gaze.
Kai stumbles back onto the sand; a bewildered expression, his lungs lost for breath. What was that? That- a tail? Those fins were huge! The colours, stunning, iridescent. He had seen it for only a second but the image had been singed into his mind. No…it couldn’t be, right?
He crawls forward in the sand, waves soiling his clothes and lapping at his hands. Kai reaches out tentatively into the water but you immediately retreat before he can get too close. This mysterious glimpse further sparks his curiosity.
Over the course of the next few days, you continue to interact with him in the smallest and imperceptible of ways, drawing him in further. You make your presence known just enough for Kai to begin wondering about you. You know he hears your soft voice, notices the ripples you leave in the water, the shadow beneath the waves that seems to follow him as he walks along the peer.
Cleverly, you never get too close, never test your luck to avoid getting caught, to scare him off. You leave no evidence, only the mere sensation of something ‘other’ lurking beyond the edges of his world.
One day, Kai cleans the deck near the water’s edge, tirelessly mopping away tossing seaweed over the side. Your curiosity consumes you entirely and you venture closer; patience drawing thin. You needed to interact with him more. Kai perks up hearing the water gargle and ripple.
Kai stiffens for a moment before choosing to lean the mop stick against the railing and he peers over the edge curiously. You take your chance, slowly pushing yourself out of the water, revealing yourself in the reflection; half-submerged. Your skin shimmers prettily under the sun, hair damp clinging to your shoulders, falling over your chest hiding just enough to tease of the soft iridescent skin beneath.
You don’t speak, neither does he, however your eyes do all the talking. An instant connection seems to form as both your gazes lock onto each other’s. You expect him to run away, yelp or stumble, but no, he stares back at you. Entranced, Kai’s fingers tighten their grip on the railing, his chest heaves for breath, his lips part in awe, eyes glimmering not leaving yours.
It’s a tense and charged moment, no one wanting to move or shatter the silence. Kai’s heart pounds, he had never seen someone so beautiful, as though an angel who had fell onto the earth from the heavens above. Was this the being who had bewitched his senses?
Was this what they called a mermaid? A siren? He had heard tales, he had assumed they were myths, sailors stories to warn men to be wary at sea. But this— he couldn’t look away. Your gaze, ethereal features, the subtle pout of your lips, the flutter of your lashes, shimmering skin. You looked divine.
Kai goes to open his mouth to speak and in an instant you pull away, going back into the water with a malicious smile. He liked you. He was enchanted by you. Your heart palpitates over-excitedly. Kai would be all yours soon. Your precious sailor.
Meanwhile, Kai clutches his chest, shaken by the encounter. He definitely didn’t imagine that, neither was he drunk. You linger in the shadows, eager for him to begin seeking you out further.
With a shipment and some petty argument the crew’s stay seems to extend much to Kai’s delight. He wanted explore this further, satiate his burning curiosity. Kai continues to notices the strange occurrences by the water, feeling an unusual pull toward the depths. He becomes more and more intrigued unsure of the line between imagination and reality.
You begin to appear more often, always just at the edge of his vision, showing a few glimpses of your eyes, tail, a hand before always swimming back under before he can say or do anything. Kai begins sitting on the shore awaiting, spending most of his time on the sand.
As he walks to his usual spot, he’s surprised to find a piece of driftwood. He brushes it off, must have been the waves. A few hours later, he sees a rare shell, nothing like the ones he knows. The next day, peculiar looking flowers which appeared to be from the deep sea, now shrivelling up due to being on land, wrapped in a pretty bundle of seaweed. He couldn’t explain any of these things. It had to be that beautiful creature- that- that siren?
These things were for him. It had to be right? Were they some sort of peace offering? A gesture of kindness? He couldn’t figure it out. Yet, he found himself taking every one of these strange gifts back with him to his room.
Kai knew he was playing with fire, but some deep part of him liked it, if you had wanted to lure him in, you’d have done it already, no? Why were you giving him precious little gifts? You were also ever so skittish, barely letting him get close to the water before you swam away.
One day, he rushes earlier, he knew you always left a gift for him at noon. Kai runs, sand crunching under his feet, panting for breath, there! His eyes widen, he sees your alluring form reaching out placing what seems to be a collection of colourful shells arranging them.
Oh how…endearing. Was this some sort of ritual? He didn’t know but he walks faster towards you. You snap your head up—he had taken you by genuine surprise this time, he came early. Your gazes meet once more and before you and rush away, he stammers loudly, “Wait! Wait, wait! Please! Please don’t go!”
Your back faces him and you can’t help but smile delighted. He was enamoured with you, just how you wanted him to be. The raging urge to just grab his hand and drag him underneath right now bubbles within you. He was so close. He could be all yours if you just twisted around and grabbed him. But no. You had worked this hard. You wanted him to come somewhat willingly.
You had realised, he was not just a some foolish human, but someone you have come to obsess over, to cherish ever so dearly, someone who you wished to fawn over and love.
Love. Yes… you wanted him as your lover. He’d be perfect right? All yours. If you loved him that meant he could love no other, right? He could only love you.
“Please,” Kai’s voice cracks as I tentatively walks closer and crouches into the sand. “Don’t go. I won’t hurt you. I- uhm,” he awkwardly stammers, “I- I really like the gifts you’ve been leaving me. Uh, they are for me right? I’m not trying to sound vain or anything but-“
You slowly turn around, your expression seamlessly morphing from triumph to innocence, a touch of fear. You gaze at him timidly, your lower lips quivers. Your voice softly responds, “…Really?”
For a moment, Kai is stunned. You answered him. He was really talking to a creature from the depths. His eyes flit over your half-submerged form, you were intoxicatingly beautiful, a goddess from the sea.
“Y-Yes, really,” he splutters, his cheeks suddenly glowing a shade of embarrassment. Tilting your head, you gaze at him in silence before murmuring, “I wasn’t sure if you would like them. You humans seems to find shells rather trivial. So..uhm, I was really happy when you took them.” You clasp your hands demurely whilst peering away.
Your flustered expression made his heart flutter and Kai murmurs, “I…I’ve never seen shells like that before. Those flowers too, I mean they didn’t last long on land but they dried prettily.” Your eyes widen, “They didn’t last long? Wait, they dried up? I’m so sorry human, I wasn’t sure how long the survive up here. I should have known…”
Kai lets out a breathy chuckle shaking his head, “No, no, they’re pretty still, just dried. He tried my best to preserve them between my journal pages.”
You tilt your head curiously, “Journal? Is that a type of book?” His eyes twinkle, there you were beginning to talk to him, asking questions so endearingly. He suddenly peers around making sure that no one else is nearby, “Ah, yes it’s like a diary, my personal book to write what I experience everyday. Also, please be careful when you leave gifts like this, not all humans are tolerant.”
You frown, “I know…my kind have… suffered at the hands of being caught.” Kai mirrors your frown— of course humans and their cruelty knew no bounds. He mumbles, “I’m sorry. That’s probably why you were so skittish of me, wasn’t it?”
You swim a little closer, “I…I saw you. I was curious you didn’t seem like the other scary sailors. You seem…” you pause gazing into his eyes, Kai’s heart stops momentarily as you present a delicate smile, “…more gentle.”
Gentle. You had called him gentle. His heart swells and he flashes you the grin you loved so much, as he scratches the back of his head, “Gentle? I wouldn’t really…fine. If that’s how you see me, so be it. Oh! Uhm…I’m Huening Kai, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He outstretches his hand waiting for you to take it but you don’t move just looking at it.
A pleasure indeed. You awkwardly smile wading back., “I’m…Y/n.” A peculiar name, he thinks, he expected something more intricate or ancient.
Kai looks at you not reciprocating his handshake and realises that you were still timid. How stupid was he? He instantly pulls back his hand and laughs awkwardly, “Sorry…makes sense you’re still wary of humans.”
Brows furrowing you release a small smile, “…Sorry human.” He muses, “Kai. Call me Kai. That’s easy enough to say, right?” You murmur feigning difficulty as you test his name on your tongue. “…Kai.” He nods beaming, “There you go, we’re no longer strangers.”
If only he knew, you muse internally. Suddenly other voices resound nearby and within in a flash you’re gone under the water. Huening Kai shakes his head, tousling his locks with a stupidly wide grin. He glances down at the partially arranged shells before picking them up.
Tonight before bed, he’d write in his journal. He’d met a new friend, unlike any before — a siren. So different from the legends he’d heard. So pretty and timid.
Day after day, Kai seeks your company as much as you do his. You weave your spell, careful not to appear to delicate but nowhere near dangerous either. There’s a sweetness to your tone, a solemn longing and isolation.
“It’s so lonely in the sea,” you sigh, arms resting on the shore. He sits beside you, arms resting on his knees as he gazes in wonderment at you. A lonely and cursed spirit of the sea. “You humans, your cruelty aside, I always watch with envy at how you help each other, laugh and enjoy each other’s companionship. It makes me long for such things,” you sigh deeply, “Perhaps it’s foolish. Our world’s our kinds are so different. We are solitary creatures, whilst you are social.”
“It’s not foolish to want company,” he murmurs. You gaze up at him, “…it is in my world.” Kai scoots closer, his stunning brown eyes latching onto yours, “Well, now, you’re in my world. I say, you’ve already made company. Me. We’re friends now surely?”
Friends. A pitiful human concept. Regardless. You smile deeply as though touched, and shakily you outstretch your hand making his eyes bulge in surprise, “Y-Your hand- you’re-“
You huff, “T-Take it before I pull back.” Kai chuckles immediately grasping it, fingers brushing against yours. The world around you seems to stop, not only for you, but him too. Your skin silky, wet and smooth against his. Not so cold, but not as warm as his either. It shimmered unlike his. Your eyes meet and neither of you can bring yourself to pull away.
It’s more than you imagined, his skin was utterly divine, so soft and smooth. So, so warm. His heat permeates into your hand comfortingly. You’d never tire of such sensation, a buzz lights a raging fire of need in you. This solidified all your efforts, you needed him. You needed this sailor, to be all yours no matter what.
Kai shakes his hand breaking out of his reverie and pulling away. He couldn’t get too friendly just yet, he was still a little cautious and also didn’t want to scare you off yet either.
You never seem to push too hard in your interactions, always just staying out of reach, creating a sense of longing in Huening Kai.
Your meet-ups by the shoreline become more frequent, and he begins to gradually lower his guard each time. You sense Kai is slowly beginning to trust you but not entirely, there’s always a nagging suspicion in the back of his mind caused by the legends and myths surrounding sirens. He can’t deny however, his growing attraction toward you.
The gentleness to your tone, your endearing gifts, the way you would gaze up at him resting your chin atop your palm as you listened to him talk about his day. That adorable curious look when you’d clarify a word you didn’t know; just the other day you had asked what a lyre was. Thus, today he had brought the one from his ship, which was used during celebrations and entertainment. Huening Kai plays it for you, an enchanting melody, humming along to it. That look of utter awe on your face.
He’d never forget it.
Kai’s urge to visit the water more grows each day, drawn by the urge to see you again. Each time you’d greet him, keeping your true nature hidden away beneath countless layers of allure and charm. Your obsession continues to grow, not just consumed by the thought of loving him but the sheer need to possess him entirely.
As days pass, you grow frustrated. You knew he’d not be here for much longer. He had spoken about having only a week and a few days left before his ship would set sail for the next destination. Kai wasn’t sure when they’d next be back. You couldn’t afford such loss. You had to have him before he left. These disgusting humans around him couldn’t take him away from you. You wouldn’t let them.
Your hands form fists, your gaze becomes malevolent as you observe him chattering away with other merchants and even his own crewmates. That time should be used for you. You hated when he had to leave early to do his duties. If you could, you’d tear them limb from limb for speaking to him, taking up his time with you. Your jealousy and possessiveness flares when you catch the ladies in the markets eyeing him up as he carries crates back and forth.
No. You couldn’t wait anymore. Time was running out and so was your patience.
One evening, instead of meeting by the shore, you ask him to meet you by the other side of the coastline, a small nook in the shoreside, just a little far from the port, a place where a lot of people didn’t go at night. You guide him down with your voice, the moonlight illuminating the water as you wait perched elegantly atop the boulders.
Tonight, you’d show him your full form. Head to tail. The ultimate act of trust.
The crunch of sand resounds and your eyes meet his. His breath hitches and he almost stumbles over a few stray rocks and shells as the moonlight illuminates your form sat on the boulder. Iridescent shimmer reflecting onto the water from your scales, the curve of it as trails into the water splashing ever so slightly. His gaze trails back up to your torso, chest covered by your damp locks, your glimmering gaze as you tilt your head curiously.
Kai’s cheeks set aflame at the seductively alluring sight. Aside from the fact you were bare (which he had gotten used to over time) the fact that you were perched so nonchalantly on the boulder sent a shiver down his spine, a bolt of desire strikes through his conscience. In that moment, he had forgotten the fear of the stories of sailors, no longer does he question the attraction he feels for you.
“W-Why?” Kai stutters out flustered. You smile, “Didn’t you say you wanted to see my tail fully? I was a bit scared to do it in our usual place, but this place is a little safer, see?” You raise your tail up showing off its magnificence in all its glory.
His lips part in awe, “…It’s stunning, the shimmer. The scales…everything,” his eyes flit back to meet yours, “…you. You’re beautiful.” Kai is completely captivated. A giggle escapes your lips, “You think so? Thank you.”
“You’re a pretty human too, Kai,” you utter and he seems to become more embarrassed and clears his throat looking at anything other than you. You’d squeal if you could, at how endearing he is!
Kai feels as though he’s found something rare, extraordinary, divine even. Someone who had offered him more than anything he could ever imagine.
The moon shines brightly in the sky, surrounded by millions of twinkling lights; a fitting audience to your spectacle. You murmur, “Thank you for being my friend Kai, I never thought I could call a human…my friend.”
Breathlessly, he steps forward, “Of course, everyone deserves compassion, someone to turn to. I…thank you for giving me a chance. For not turning me away despite how fearful you were.”
Suddenly, you peer away. He hears a sniffle; immediately he sees your hands wiping away hurriedly at your cheek. Were you crying? A siren of all creatures crying?
“Wait, wait, wait! Did I say something wrong?” He stammers rushing to the shoreline, even closer. You shake your head, keeping your head turned away, shoulders shaking slightly, “No, no, I just…” your voice cracks.
“You’re leaving in two days. Just thinking about it, I…it hurts me so much. I have never bonded with a human like this, I have found myself growing rather fond of your company each day. It is a welcome change from my solitude and watery isolation. Even though you knew of the stories of my kind, you broke past the prejudice and befriended me.”
Kai’s heart aches immensely. He feels like the last few days he had been going insane. These feelings that were bubbling up inside him, they didn’t feel just like friendship. It felt like something more. More intimate, more personal, more evocative. Like…love.
No, that was preposterous.
Huening Kai finds himself sitting by the shore; uncaring of whether the cold water lapped at his sand-covered knees. His gaze, empathetically flits over your saddened visage. He had to leave didn’t he? Then why was he finding it so difficult to comprehend it?
You murmur; placing a hand to your chest, “You make my heart feel warm, not so alone. You are indeed a pure human, so different from the rest. Whenever we speak, see each other my heart ripples like water.”
His eyes widen; did you feel something for him too? Had such a beautiful creature such as yourself fallen for a mere sailor?
Kai finally meets your gaze head on and sees your irises imbued with a subtle glow. He leans forward instinctively. His hand raises in awe of your glowing gaze. His fingers tremble as he asks, “Your eyes… they’re glowing.”
You nod slowly, “That… usually happens when I have a strong emotional response.” You peer away demurely, “I’m incredibly saddened, that is most likely why.” Again, you slowly peer at him. More, more and more…
He needed to look at you more. Absolutely drown in your gaze. You lean forward taking his hand and leaning your cheek into his palm, all the while never taking your gaze away from his. Kai’s breath hitches; your skin felt cool to the touch, wet and incredibly soft, a few patches of scales.
He felt ever so drawn to you, like…he didn’t want to leave so soon. To sadden you, upset you, make you feel alone ever again. Your eyes seem to gleam brighter and he feels himself becoming even further entranced by the sight.
Everything around him seems to blur, the sound of the crashing water dims out and all he could think about, all he could feel, all he could see…was you. Only you. You. You. You.
Slowly but surely, he leans in and so do you. Your lips brush tentatively against each other before finally meeting for a slow and sensual kiss. You breathe your magic, between his lips like a silken caress so subtle that he’s unaware. He cups your cheek pressing his lips even more fervently against yours like a starved sailor on a long voyage.
With your precious kiss, you had given him the rare gift of breathing underwater. Perfect. After all, if he was going to be yours… you couldn’t have him drowning on you, could you?
You part breathless and cup his face with your hands, sharp nails digging into his cheeks as he looks at you with nothing short of entranced devotion. You hum an alluring melody making him almost lax in your grasp, all tension melting away.
Smiling slowly, you ask, voice above a whisper, “Kai, do you want to leave me?” He shakes his head dazed, “Never.” You coo, “Really? Never, ever?”
He nods, affirming, “Never ever. Always yours.” You gaze at him undoubtedly pleased; always yours indeed. At least… until you found someone prettier or more enamouring than him. You doubt that would happen for a long time. He was… perfect.
With a brief kiss to his lips, you wrap your arms around his neck before tugging him down and with a powerful push of your tail, you drag him beneath the water.
He doesn’t flounder, struggle or panic. No, he remains in your embrace as if he was always meant to be there. You both sink into the watery abyss. Huening Kai, full under your spell, your trance, descending with you into the depths.
Yet for all the desire to possess him, you would never truly have his heart. After all, you were a monster. A siren. A man-eater. You’d never have his heart in the true sense leaving an almost poignant bitterness in your heart. However that wouldn’t stop you now.
But a creature like you, didn’t care for such frivolous things. You loved him, in your own utterly twisted and debauched, horrific manner.
What mattered was that he was here and now all yours.
😭 final year of uni is draining me, guys I’ll post the sailor!kai x siren!reader one shot, when my project and formalities are over so I can do so with the right mindset, bear with me! <3
Summary: Oh he is ever so pretty… you couldn’t get enough. That sailor and his carefree beauty, his precious smile and laughter as he worked at the port—it gripped your heart like a treacherous vice. You wanted him. No, you needed him. He wasn’t like the others you had ensnared, no, he was better, purer, worthy of your attention and affections. Most importantly, he would become yours. The question is however, would he succumb to your song?
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Contains: Profanity, mentions of biting, blood, injury, death, suggestive/mature themes, established relationship, graphic depictions of injury, violence.
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Summary: His fangs graze your neck causing you to shiver, each night in his embrace and each day, walking hand in hand. A secret romance, a dark secret only you two knew, and if it came out to the rest of the villagers that the very vampire they were on the hunt for was the one you were courting? Then well… it’d certainly make things unfortunate wouldn’t it.
Just how long could you two slip away under the dark, keep your rendezvous a secret? Slip your love under the rug before it could end disastrously?
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, sweet healer,” he breathes. You cup his cheek shakily, “You need not be sorry, Beomgyu. It’s them.”
Utter bliss, the warmth of your bare body against his felt heavenly against his own cold skin. How pliant, how soft, tender, the curves that he couldn’t get out of his mind— sweet moans, and gasps. It was indeed a night he’d not forget for a long time, if not ever.
You lay wrapped in his embrace, face nuzzled into his chest, hair dishevelled, the bite marks on your neck and shoulders now fading leaving a shadow of a memory. The only marks that remain are dozens of love bites littered across the canvas of your skin.
You both cherished moment like this. After a passionate encounter, the simple morning with the sun gleaming through the tattered curtains. You knew the moment you saw Beomgyu perched devilishly on your balcony yesterday night, it was bound to occur. A nuzzle here, a peck there. A small nibble of blood, he said, one more bite, he said. One thing led to the next, and in moment you two were in bed together.
It had been just over six months since you and Beomgyu had officially began courting each other (albeit secretly of course), the villagers had noticed that the number of attacks had declined massively. Of course they would, after all, you’d provide Beomgyu with just enough sustenance. He relished your blood like no other, loved the flavour and essence of it, he’d never get enough. He had always insisted that he wouldn’t feed off you daily, he wanted you to have strength, and not just use you as food, no matter how much you insisted it was fine.
From the loving look in his gaze, the way he cupped your cheek, ran his fingers through your hair, tightly wrapped his arms around you, you could tell this vampire, was utterly and astoundingly in love with you. And you? You were just as infatuated and deeply in love with him as he was. He took over your thoughts and despite your bickering (which you oh, so loved) — you couldn’t get enough of him!
His groan makes your eyes flutter open and you shift yourself to crane your head up to meet his gaze. Oh how beautiful he was, although not surprising for a vampire. His dark locks dishevelled, his gaze drops to meet yours, a spark of mischief lighting up in them, lips quirking into a smirk.
Before you know it, Beomgyu dips his head down nuzzling into your neck and inhaling deeply sending a shiver down your spine, followed by a quick nip to your earlobe. “Morning, little healer. How are you feeling? Do need to be patched up yourself?” He litters kisses up your neck making you giggle, his hair being ticklish, “I was rather rough, hm? I couldn’t help myself, just seeing you after you went on that two day herb expedition, it drove me crazy, you understand, right?”
You coo, running your fingers through his hair, “Mm, I’m not complaining.” He muses, “Yesterday, you definitely weren’t… in that case,” his hand trails down your waist and your eyes widen as you realise what he intends to do, “No, no! Up, up, up, you mischievous vamp, I have to open up the shop.”
He pouts, “Come now, sweet healer, surely your customers can wait for an hour…” he pauses, “Or two?” You playfully smack his shoulder as you wrestle your way out of his grasp, “Nope, no bargaining, no bartering, no concessions. I’m serious. Behave.”
He huffs, “My, my dear healer, so cruel to your lover. I just wished to show you how much I missed you.”
“You act as though I were gone for a week or two, it was only two days,” you hum amused getting ready to bathe. His eyes flit over your form as you rush around, “Those two days felt like two centuries, my sweet healer, you simply don’t understand.”
Rolling your eyes, you grab a towel, “Well, I can’t help you there, your perception of time seems to be rather warped, Beomgyu.” You pause, “Ah wait, you were careful right? I mean for food. I wasn’t there to feed you and-“
He sits up tousling his hair and he peers at your seriously, “I know, I know. You told me an uncountable amount of times before you left, to not be reckless or lose control. Do not worry, I stuck to cattle and a rabbit…mostly,” he grimaces, “Awful, by the way.”
You scoff, “Just animal blood right?” He sheepishly grins, “Uhm, maybe one human.” You glare, “I’m going to kill you, the villagers will have our heads on stakes. Both of us. They’ll think I’m a heretic. Or that I’ve been enthralled and kill you first and then me.”
As much as your relationship blossomed over these months, you both knew there one major issue that held you two back. His identity as a vampire — enemy of the village, a sadistic monster feared by all. And your identity as a mere human, siding with said monster, and heinously giving him your blood. That’d make you the child of the devil himself in the village leader’s eyes! They’d drive the both of you out; pitchforks and flaming torches and ruckus roars.
You shake your head removing that scary image. You didn’t want that, neither did he. So you both were cautious, incredibly so, or well, tried to be. It was hard, the village was a small place, there was always someone everywhere, eyes everywhere. You’d mostly meet up at night, where everyone mostly stayed indoors due to fear of…well your lover.
His arrogance and over-confidence in his ability to not get caught always set you on edge, made you paranoid. You chided him many times of course. Beomgyu sighs, “I’m sorry, I know, but… he was injured and well…it just, after that disgusting animal blood, I couldn’t help myself, you know?” You deadpan, “Just…you know we can’t afford to be careless. No one saw you right?”
“Yes, yes, I made sure no one was nearby and as usual erased his memory.” Your shoulders relax and you huff, “Two days and you can’t even wait for me.” He gets up stretching, your eyes flitting to the way his muscles flex, he catches your gaze with a smirk, “My offer for some morning fun still stands?”
You glare softly, “Very amusing, Beomgyu.” He shrugs, running his fingers through his dark brown locks, “A valiant effort from my end.” Shaking your head, you smile exasperated, “Anyway, we have to be careful, the villagers you know…”
Beomgyu walks up to you, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and murmurs, “I know, I know, sweet healer. You mean the world to me, the last thing I’d want is for you to be taken away from me.” His gaze noticeably darks and his grasp around you tightens, “I’d never let that fucking happen. I don’t care who I have to hurt.”
You twist around his arms with a smile cupping his cheek and then pinching it as he glares waving away your hand, “Are you cooing at me?” You pout, “So protective aren’t we? But I’d rather not have such bloodshed, no? We have to avoid such an outcome.” He presses his lips against your forehead tenderly before leaning his own against yours, “Mm, I suppose so, dear healer. Makes sense considering your occupation that you’d not want any casualties.”
You scoff and he murmurs, “I just think it’s a shame I cannot show you off, arm in arm, proclaim to the world that you are mine and mine alone. That we must hide.” You frown momentarily and sigh, “I…I know, Beomgyu. I’ve thought about it a lot too. But with the way society is and all..I’d not want to take the chance to lose you—even if it means utter secrecy.” He nods, eyes closing in bitter understanding.
Your days are spent in your shop preparing remedies with the much loved company of your salacious yet romantic lover. He made your dreary days and monotonous routines not so boring. He even accompanied you to collect herbs, worrying about you going into the woods by yourself.
You found solace in his arms and so did he in yours. His cold lifeless body felt lit with renewed life, as though he were truly living again. Everything about you, your endearing mannerisms, the way you spoke to him, that adorable look of concentration whenever you were using the mortar pestle on some particularly pesky herbs or how you’d gaze up at him with the most heart-stopping stare. All of it, everything about you just seemed to make life all the more worthwhile— something he could come back to each day, not just focusing on his pursuit of sustenance.
Meanwhile, your days were filled with a tender warmth and beautiful joy. Some days where he wouldn’t visit your shop, pester you like he always did, you felt empty. You relished the way his large hands fit with yours, the way his fingers intertwine with yours and squeeze reassuringly, his hushed whispers, his ticklish pecks along your neck. You adored it, and he adored doing such things to see your flustered and endearing reaction.
Although he was a pest whilst working, although you bickered back and forth, you knew he had your heart in his hands, without a doubt. From the way he gazed at you with such love, it was indeed the same for him.
Sighing, you grind the herbs in the mortar and yelp as you feel cold hands on your shoulders. His husky voice caressing your left ear, “Miss me, sweet healer?”
You peer over your shoulder with a snarky smile, “What makes you think that? Of course not.” You see the tip of his tongue flick over the point of one of his fangs in delight, a habit you noticed when he was in a playful or flirtatious mood.
“Oh really, hm? I find that rather hard to believe.” His hands trail down your arms leaving goosebumps before settling on your hips giving them a firm squeeze as he rests his chin down onto your shoulder. “Mm… so warm.”
You muse, “I’m beginning to think you’re a reptile with how much you adore my body heat.” He scoffs nuzzling into your neck, “Don’t be rude, I am not some pathetic snake or lizard.”
“You’re practically cold-blooded, in a sense, no? An overgrown reptile, but I suppose bat would be more accurate. Mosquito also works-“ You murmur amused as you continue adding more variety of herbs and plants to the grinded mixture. Beomgyu deadpans at you and you snicker.
Beomgyu huffs, “That’s a very ignorant assumption, healer. I’m wounded.” A chuckle leaves your lips, “Oh my poor Beomgyu, are your feelings hurt?” He rolls his eyes, “How, you torment your lover so, dearest healer, how cruel can you be? I flourish you with countless compliments, and this is how I get repaid?”
You feel him deeply inhale— he always did love your neck. Your scent, oh, and of course your blood. As twisted as it sounded, you couldn’t help but feel utter pleasure when he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck, the scandalous gulps and slurps, the feel of his wet tongue lapping against your skin. It was all so much- even the mere thought of it had you writhing. However, he never took too much. Just enough, you always knew he was paranoid, claimed he had good control— which he did. There was no lapses or moments where you ever felt unsafe or in danger with him.
“Mm…” he inhales again, “….fuck, you smell exquisite.” You wince with a smile feeling his fangs graze your skin and you whine, “Beomgyu, I swear- I’m in the middle of-“
A brief peck lands on your skin as his hands caress your sides, “I know, I know, sweet healer, you’re in the middle of work. Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself, like a good vampire. Okay? No need to get yourself into a fluster.”
With an exasperated sigh, you resume your work. Your own desires and hungers making the simple task that you do for a living much more difficult to focus on— all the while, your lover clings onto your from behind content to bask in your radiating warmth.
As you pour the grinded mixture into a quaint glass bottle and plug it with a cork, he eases up from you with a stretch, “It’s your birthday soon, right?” Beomgyu asks with a playful gleam in his gaze.
You wrap some twine around the neck of the glass bottle, threading the label through it and you raise a brow, “…yes, why do you ask?” Beomgyu smirks with a shrug resting his hands into his pockets, “Mm, just wanted to spoil my lovely little healer that day. I had a few things in mind.”
“Such as?” You inquire curiously. He walks up to you placing his index finger atop your lips and whispers, “That’s a surprise.”
You scoff, “If it involves carrying me over your shoulder upstairs, and spending the night-“ His eyes twinkle, “Well, I won’t deny that outcome, but aside from that finale, I had a few other things in mind that day. As I said, sweet healer, a surprise.”
You mirror his smirk, “Alright then, Beomgyu. I look forward to it.” You’d be spending your birthday with him, for the first time. No, in fact it would be the first time you’d be spending your birthday, not working alone for once. The notion of this, makes your heart swell.
Beomgyu leans down cupping the back of your head placing a tender kiss on the tip of your nose and then on your lips, “You can wait a few days right?” You hum, “I can be the very picture of patience.” He muses, “Good.”
So, as you said, you waited, went about your days with him in bliss and most importantly anticipation. Indeed, it had been a long time since you were truly excited for your birthday— something you had always considered rather lacklustre, as ordinary as a normal day. But this time, things were different!
And so with great anticipation, you await the day of your birthday.
On that day, you wake up to find your vampiric lover perched on your window sill with a bouquet of fresh roses as the sunlight glimmers across his skin. With a flourish in his steps, he kicks off his boots, falling into your blanket as you wrap your arms around him in an embrace filled with laughter and affection. You take the blood-red roses admiring their beauty.
“Stunning flowers, for my stunning healer, happy birthday, my love,” he murmurs, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you make breakfast, nothing too special, but he was adamant that you closed shop today— claiming today was about you. That you would be fine not working for one day; that you deserve a break.
Reluctantly, you admit, Beomgyu was right. It felt good to not wake up so early, bustle downstairs, shovel your breakfast down and begin working, grinding powders, sifting, boiling and bubbling herbal potions and elixirs.
Putting on your nicest dress, you laugh as he tugs your hand, tugging you along the cobblestone streets pushing past other villagers— some looking at the two of you with disdain, others in envy and some in awe. Two young (well, one young) lovers hand in hand laughing— a perfect sight.
“I have quite the things planned for you,” he muses, squeezing your hand. You beam up at him, “Is that so? The anticipation is killing me!” He leans down, moving a stray strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear with a tender smile (almost tender enough to make you forget what he truly is).
The day starts off with visiting the village bakery, where he buys you the treats that you mentioned you like. The delicious sweet bursts of flavour, butter, sugar and honey with a tinge of vanilla. Perfectly warm and crispy layers which breaks into a satisfying crunch as you bite down.
Followed by him dragging you along to the village market on the outskirts. Beomgyu always knew you enjoyed the various little trinkets and things they brought from other regions, whether it be useful for your occupation or something you personally enjoyed.
Both of you walk hand in hand admiring the various stalls. Pieces of rare jewels, rings and earrings, little bottles, utensils, charms, bowls, lamps, writing quills, cloaks— everything.
You gasp feeling the fabric of one dark blue cloak, “It’s so soft.” The merchant grins, “Fresh off the looks of the south, young lady. Wish to try it on?”
Beomgyu muses, answering before you could, “She would love to, isn’t that right? It’s your birthday, after all?” He glances at you taking the cloak. Beomgyu leans down, swooping the cloak around you, bringing it over your shoulders and hooking the clasp together, face inches from yours. Your heart races as you gaze at him; a dumb grin on your face.
“Birthday, eh? In that case I suppose I can shimmy the price down a little,” the merchant clasps his hands. Beomgyu gazes down at you with an expression of endearment, “You look truly lovely in this.”
“The young man‘s as right as rain, you look lovely,” the merchant gleams, “Now about payment…” Beomgyu and you deadpan as you mutter, “Oh of course. Should have known that compliment wasn’t genuine.” Beomgyu snorts.
You fumble with the clasp to take the cloak off and Beomgyu raises a hand signalling you to halt, as he places a small pouch on the wooden table. “I’ll give you half of what’s in here,” he bargains. The merchant takes a quick peek inside and grimaces, “I don’t know about that young man, this cloak is quite the-“
Beomgyu leans forward cupping his hand over the man’s ear as he whispers something and you see the man pale instantly. Your brows furrow as he abruptly takes the pouch pouring out half, counting the coins and the merchant beams waveringly, “Pleasure doing business with ya!”
Blinking confused, you question Beomgyu who seems to hum pleasantly leading you off. “Did you just pay for this cloak- you didn’t have to-“ He murmurs, “I wanted to.”
Your mind recollects the events and you muse dryly, “He changed his mind quick, what did you tell him?” Beomgyu leans down whispering into your ear, “I told him, I’d rip him limb from limb as soon as the sun sets and he closes up his stall.”
You stiffen peering up at him with a glare, “Beomgyu! I swear-!” The passersby look on at your scolding tone and he throws his head back laughing, “Oh, your expression- priceless!” He chuckles, “I was joking, sweet healer, no need to get in such a panic.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoff, “That’s what I thought. So what did, get him scared then?” Beomgyu muses, “You know the tavern I work at right? He’s a regular there. Drinks himself into a babbling fool every night after he closes up his stall here. Told him I’d make sure he’d never get a drink again.”
You sigh; of course that’s all it took for a drunkard to crumble. Shaking your head, you laugh breathlessly, “Seriously…you are something else.” Beomgyu smiles, “Yes, yes, I know little healer, I am a genius,” his expression becomes serious, “But really, I wanted to get you the cloak, you always mentioned how during your little expeditions to the forest, you would feel a little cold, so here. Secondly, I saw the adorable little sparkle in your eyes that you get when you really want something.”
You flush, were you that obvious? He took notice of all your little quirks and mannerisms with such ease? A touching warmth spreads throughout your chest, “Thank you, Beomgyu.” He grins, “You’ll have more to thank me for later, so hold off for now, okay?”
You both spend the day walking around the village enjoying each other’s company. It had been such a long time since you had felt such contentment, such…comfort.
As the sun melts into the horizon, he seems to joy dragging you with him as you pant. “Goodness, Beomgyu… I’m dying for breath here.”
He shushes you, “Oh come now, we’re almost there. You can hike all you want for your herbs but not for me, or for your birthday! This spot is one I’ve just recently discovered whilst hunting for deer.”
You grumble making your way up the faded path, pushing past the brambles and foliage, the steepness increasing gradually. After awhile, he finally pushes through some overhanging branches and vines like curtains and lets you go first.
Your jaw drops ajar as you see the sky, painted dark with sparkles of glitter— the stars. Twinkling and glimmering above. The last vestiges of subtle orange fading away into the horizon and the moon slowly shows itself behind the tuft of grey clouds.
You tilt your head down seeing the village from a slight distance away and you finally figure out where you both were. It was that small little set of cliffs nearby the village overlooking it. You’d never gone there before, fearing it was too much of a climb for you—especially alone. It wasn’t the highest cliff but just enough to see the village with its small hints of light from the houses.
“…so beautiful,” you whisper in awe as you sit down on the grass. Beomgyu sits behind you, you scoot yourself back— your back resting against his chest, elbows resting on his thighs. His head on your right shoulder and his strong arms around you.
The subtle sound of your breathing merges with the sounds of the breeze, rustling trees, the hooting owls, chirping crickets and low gargles of toads. It was simply amazing, so serene, so peaceful.
“I love this,” you softly say. Beomgyu mumbles, “I love this too. I figured you would like this spot. I only discovered it a few days ago, I never expected to bring you here— but it just struck me when I sat here two days ago. It would be the perfect way to end off the day.”
“It is,” you breathe, closing your eyes, “It really is.” A pause of comforting silence ensues and you smile, “Thank you for everything, Beomgyu.”
You crane your head to gaze up at him, seeing the gentle moonlight caress his visage in a hauntingly beautiful manner. “Thank you…for doing all this. I never thought any of this was possible for me.”
“Why?” He questions, “You are deserving of love, is everyone not?” Your eyes glisten, “Yes. Yes they are, but it’s unfortunate, this world. Not everyone gets the privilege of it. Of such tender love like this.” You both go silent. Beomgyu cups your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, “Indeed. Sweet healer, it is as you said. Nevertheless, I am glad I have you.”
He litters kisses down your neck, “All mine.” Beomgyu nuzzles the curve of your neck, “I’m all yours, yes?” A breathy giggle leaves your lips as your hand reaches back up into his luscious brown locks, “Yes, Beomgyu. All mine.”
As you lay your head against his firm chest, you feel his arms leave your sides and your brows furrow going to turn around and he chides playfully, “Stay still, sweet healer. Always in such a flurry.”
“What are you-“ you ask only to see a glistening pendant dangle down in front of your vision before gliding down onto your neck as he fastens the clasp on the back of your neck. The cool metal makes the hairs on your skin rise; your skin prickles with shock and cold.
Your lips quiver as you fiddle with the small pendant. A simple black metal heart. You gaze back at him, eyes watering and spluttering emotionally, “Beomgyu, you already bought me that cloak- the baked good- you spent so much-“
Amused by your babbling, he shushes you softly, “Relax, relax…sweetheart. No need to fret, I had bought this necklace a month back. I had seen another man make a necklace for his wife. I had thought it was a good idea, seeing that you liked jewellery, but often wear the same few.” He touches the heart nestled just above your chest, “This way, you may be reminded of me, even when you go out on those trips of yours. Or when I am not around.”
You glance at his neck, empty. You pout, “I wish we could match.” Beomgyu sighs smiling, “Ah well, one necklace was quite the pretty penny, my lovely healer, so your dear lover must be without a matching necklace,” he muses leaning down, “For now that is.”
You coo, “Then it’s settled, on your birthday then.” Beomgyu smirks, the one you love very much. “Don’t even think about it.” You twist back around, “Too late, we’ll be matching soon enough, or at least before the end of next year.”
Beomgyu snickers, “Far be it from me, to dissuade you.” His hands rest back on your waist and you both continue in tranquil conversation. The air is hazy, flirty and warm; gentle touches and caresses become more daring, his hands sliding and groping gently making you writhe at a loss for breath.
His fingers glide along your bodice, his other trailing down your skirt, gathering up the fabric. Tensions rise, the pent up desire which lingered throughout the day, all bubbling up at once with the moon as your witness.
Beomgyu whispers, “I think one more gift should make things just about perfect, should it not?” You whisper back playfully, “Is that so? What were you thinking?”
He hums, fangs grazing your neck, hands becoming increasingly bold, “Something I know you like very, very much. So do I, in fact.” You reply breathily, “I see, then by all means…” you trail off.
As much as the two of you wished to embrace each other under the stars, secluded in this little haven, it seems nature had different plans. Your quaint little fear of random beetles alongside the mosquitos nipping at you were quite frankly spoiling the heated mood.
You huff as you both walk back grumpily down the path and he snorts, “Easy now, sweet healer, we can have so much more fun back at your place, no? No need to look so down.” You glance at him, sneakily murmuring, “You also looked rather disappointed, you know.”
Beomgyu shrugs, lips cracking into a stupidly wide grin as laughter tumbles out of him, “Well, it is a shame when we were just getting to the good part that a large beetle decides to fly in the midst of our passionate lip lock. That scream,” he cackles almost stumbling over a rock, “Oh- that was hilarious.”
Deadpanning, you rip away your hand with a huff, “Of course it was funny to you, it wasn’t attempting to land on you. Stupid thing. Couldn’t it see we were busy?”
He snickers, “Well, perhaps none of the creatures wanted a show.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as he grabs your hand again, “Tsk, don’t pout, sweet healer. I’ll make up for lost time,” his tone darkens deliciously as he nears your ear.
You both reach the village streets, most had retreated into their homes, of course due to the curfew and fear of the oh so terrifying vampire. The very vampire you were walking hand in hand with. The streets were most empty, a few stray cats and dogs running here and there, one or two people closing their windows.
A few eyes linger your way but nothing is said— they had most likely suspected that you were both returning home. You murmur, “Huh… it really is so quiet out here. Scary actually without a lot of the lights. Once everyone’s shutters are shut, it looks completely different.”
Beomgyu remains unfazed, “It’s alright.” You scoff, “You say that because you hunt at this time. Be it human or animal.” He smirks, “Well, what can I say? My vision is simply superior in the dark. It only makes sense.”
You snicker, “They’ve all gone to bed and shut their windows, because of you. This entire curfew is because of you. To think they’re all scared of you.” His brows furrow, “What’s that supposed to mean? You make it sound as though I am not a predator.”
You pause regarding him from head to toe and he huffs. “Maybe not to you per se, but I am a predator nonetheless.” You shrug walking ahead, intentionally provoking him, “I don’t see it. To be fair, when we first met you actually were a little bit scary, but now, you just seem so soft and-“
Before you could get the words out, you find yourself being tugged into the nearest alley between two houses, wrists pinned beside your head. Beomgyu’s eyes take on a dangerous otherworldly glow, he leans down, “Is that so? We can’t have you forgetting what I am, can we? I seem to recall you relishing when I sink my fangs into your neck and drink that sweet, sweet sanguine nectar, hm?”
You shiver, “So?” You challenge and he smirks devilishly, “Oh no, I meant nothing by it. You’ve always been a little different than your cowardly villagers. Twisted little thing, aren’t you? Not that I mind, of course.”
You tilt your head to the side, your hair falling away from your neck salaciously, you smirk to yourself seeing his gaze flit down to your neck. Beomgyu’s voice huskily hums, “Oh, I see what you’re doing.”
You feign innocence, “Hm?” Beomgyu hums alluringly, “Ah, wanting to get bitten? On your birthday too? My, my, sweet healer, you’re more depraved than I thought.”
Well, you couldn’t help it when it always felt so good— and it almost always led to a rather pleasurable outcome. You shrug, “I don’t know what you mean.” He parts his lips showing his fangs about to sink down before a loud clattering sound shatters the intense moment.
Beomgyu pulls away and you shakily place a hand over your palpitating heart. Wait. You shake your head clearing your mind. What the hell were you two thinking? You were both in public— the streets, whilst rather empty, were not completely free of people. Anyone could have passed by!
You clutch your head panic filling your system, “Beomgyu, we shouldn’t have been so reckless- we got so carried away and if it weren’t for that we’d have foolishly continued-“ you begin rambling. He holds your arms calming you down, “Hey, hey, sweet healer, easy now. Easy. No one saw us. Look?”
He pulls your reluctantly form out of the alley and points toward the crate of bottles that had been tipped over, “Just crate tipped over, probably some stray dog or cat. You know how it is. Look around, not a single person in sight.” Beomgyu squeezes your hands, “But you’re right, we were reckless. Let gets home, don’t worry, okay? We’re okay. We’re okay.”
You nod calming yourself. Thank goodness you didn’t let it continue into him biting down into you. You couldn’t take that chance of any passerby just randomly taking a glimpse in.
As you both arrive at your place, the door slams shut, impassioned kisses, giggles and embraces fill your room as you both wish to carry on where you left off.
As his fangs sink into your soft flesh eliciting a gasp from your lips, you feel the sensation of doubt creep in the back of your consciousness. A crate like that… could it really have been knocked over by a mere cat or dog? It seemed so heavy.
No…it was fine. Beomgyu showed you the empty street— you saw with your own eyes, not a single soul out there. So why were you anxious?
And so, you forcibly shove that thought back into the recesses of your mind, as your hands tangle into his hair as Beomgyu gulps down the heavenly sanguine.
It would be fine.
It would be fine.
That’s what you wish you could say. How wrong you were. The thought, that very thought about the crate being heavy— heavier than a small cat or dog could knock over.
You wished it had been a large dog or something of the sort. Not a person. You both had thought you had been sly, caught yourselves in the alley before you got too reckless.
But no, it was too late. It was too late when you heard the ruckus in the early hours of the morning. A grumbling roar of distress and anger outside your window. You sit up abruptly as you focus on the chants.
“Traitor! Scum! Come out! Come out! Vampire! Vampire!” Your heart drops. This had to be a nightmare!
Various other insults are thrown at your house by what you assume is a large gathering in front of your house ready to barge in at any second. You hear the clatter of metal and wood.
Beomgyu seems to be up already and you see him hastily getting dressed, lacing up his boots. You see the tension in his brow, the shaking of his hands, his shaky breaths. He glances up and he murmurs, “You’re awake. Oh, Y/n…” his voice cracks.
Instantly you find your eyes watering. Indeed, it seemed yesterday really was too good to be true. He rushes over cupping your cheeks, “Get dressed, my love. Look at me. Look at me,” Beomgyu grasps your chin, “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you okay?”
Tears stream down your face as you cover his hands with yours, sobs wracking your body, “Oh Beomgyu, I..” you can barely get the words out as you hyperventilate, “I’m… I can’t believe this— why- we were doing so well-“ He cups the back of your head pulling you in for a tight embrace. You hear the pain in his voice as he soothes you, “I know, I know. I thought…I thought we could keep it a secret too.”
As always, the universe had its cruel way of exposing any and all secrets one way or another. Two foolish lovers who had the gall to be happy with each other.
Beomgyu tilts your head up to meet his gaze and he firmly utters, “Stay focused. We…we need to get out of here.”
The roar of the crowd outside and clattering makes it difficult for him to focus. Your heart pounds as you get up hastily putting on your dress. He paces around, “I… I had thought it was a stray or something, I didn’t expect… someone to have watched us.” Beomgyu threads his fingers stressfully through his locks.
Clumsily, you lace up your boots and gaze at him. Cautiously you make your way to the shutters and ever so slightly peek down. A gasp escapes your lips and your knees buckle at the sight— nearly half the village there in front of your house chanting and roaring, pitchforks and torches in hand as the dangerous hue of dawn paints their faces.
They had one intention. To get rid of the vampire that lurked in the village, your lover.
And then get rid of you. A traitor.
Fraternising with…a demon, a bloodsucker.
“Open the door, herbalist and surrender willingly or we will break in!” A man’s voice bellows— presumably the village head. Quivering, you gaze at Beomgyu, who’s gaze has hardened. Even he looks unsure as to what to do.
He helps you stand with a hand and he finally speaks tensely, “Do you trust me?” You’re caught off guard by the question. Beomgyu repeats, this time more firmly, “Do you trust me, Y/n?”
You nod, the words, “Yes, of course,” leaving your lips breathlessly. He takes your wrist guiding you downstairs and you follow clumsily. You see your back door in the kitchen. Beomgyu snarls seeing them banging on it too— that route wasn’t an option.
Your entire house groans and creaks— any second they were about to barge in, rip him to shreds and do god knows what, to you!
Once again he leads you upstairs; grip borderline painful on your wrist and he opens the shutters wide making your eyes widen and the crowd’s chants fall silent. You stammer, “Beomgyu- what are you-“
Beomgyu’s gaze blazes fiercely into yours, “Take my hand.” You peer at his hand before taking it and he hoists himself onto your rooftop. He pulls you up effortlessly onto the rooftop and you scream as a roof tile falls below but he has you securely in his arms.
The crowds goes into uproar calling you terrible names, calling him a monster, you as his thrall. Panting, he commands, “We are going by rooftop, you hear me? Get on my back.”
He hoists you onto his back and you cling on dearly as he runs with superhuman speed, jumping across the rooftops on your street. The crowd’s roar increases as they follow along in pursuit. You close your eyes wishing to block all this out— you wish the entire earth would swallow you whole.
Why did this entire thing have to happen? Tears wet your cheeks again.
Rooftop to rooftop, he stumbles, patchwork nearly collapsing at one point, roof tiles going flying into the crowd below before he makes a risky jump onto the ground, you both fall to the floor rolling and you hiss in pain, the ground grazing your limbs painfully.
You barely have time to register your injuries as he roughly tugs you up, “Up, up, up!” You cry out as you push yourself to stand and you both run.
You hear the village head again, “Over there, by the arch! They’re headin’ out of the village! Men! Go, go, go!”
You weep and he snarls breathing heavily, “I’ve got you, healer, please, focus, focus for me. Just a little more, just a little- ah, more!” Your legs burn immensely, lungs searing for breath, wind flaps through your hair.
Over-exertion hits you, knees buckling and you sob, “Beomgyu, go- I’m only holding you back,” you cry out, “Just go-“
Anger is visible on his visage and enraged he snaps, “I’m not leaving you for them to punish you, you’re mine. You’re who I love, what lover would I be to sacrifice you for my own escape? Don’t be fucking stupid.”
You sob, shaking your head, “Beomgyu-“ In agitation, he hoists you onto his back and you yelp, clinging onto his neck, “Keep that mouth shut, got that? I’m not leaving you behind.”
With inhumane speed and agility, he winds his way through the trees. You realise where he’s taking the both of you, winding up the familiar harsh terrain. That spot on the cliff, notoriously hard to reach. The people would struggle and it would give you enough time to at least gather yourselves, see where you should head next.
You gaze behind, the crowd no longer in view, their sound growing fainter and fainter and soon you both stand in the same spot. The morning sun in full shine. You hug him tightly, “Beomgyu…” He hugs you back littering your forehead with kisses of desperation, “I know.” You whimper, “They’ll kill you. They’ll kill you, Beomgyu. I can’t…”
Beomgyu caresses the back of your head murmuring, “You don’t think it’s that easy, do you? I don’t die easy. Unless they have got silver or a huge stake, neither of which I saw in that crowd.” He peers down at you cupping your cheek, “Maybe garlic perhaps, the real weapon.”
Harshly, you smack his arm, sniffling, “Now’s not the time for joking.” He smiles painfully, “Alright, alright, but they’re definitely struggling up the incline that’s for sure. I don’t think they saw where we went, it’s hard to see in that dense foliage anyway. We have a little breathing room.”
You murmur, “I don’t want to risk it. We’ve got to get moving. Not everyone is going to give up so quickly, Beomgyu. There’ll definitely be a few who attempt to come up here. We’ve got to move.”
Beomgyu nods, gaze hardening, “Yes, if I remember, there’s another town just to the East,” he points out over a rocky outcrop, a faint path leading into some woods, he continues speaking, “We can’t stay there for long, they’re awfully weary of vampires in that town, but it’s ideal for a night’s stay. Then, in the morning, we can journey up further East. There’s a few more villages and towns that way—following the river. The further we get, the better. North is out of the question-“
As he speaks your gaze flits to behind him and you feel your entire soul leaving your body as you see a small glimmer in the foliage and before the scream leaves your mouth, the arrow coated in a metallic substance flies and swivels elegantly in the air.
You instinctively shove Beomgyu out of the way, almost off the cliff— the arrow missing him just enough to lodge itself into your neck. A choked gargle escapes your throat and you feel a metallic iron taste fill your mouth.
The village head scraped up and bruised tumbles out of the foliage with his bow in hand, a few more arrows ready.
Beomgyu freezes for a moment— gaze flitting between the village head and you. His lips part, but no breath escapes him. The village head bellows, “You foolish woman— that was meant for the vampire! No matter—“ He sheathes another arrow positioning it— but before he could even aim it, you see red.
Red, a lot of red. Your knees buckle. You gaze at the liquid dripping down your chest, a bloody mixture of silver and blood. Blood drips down your chin—- vision blurring.
Truly, you were a fool. Most of those in love were fools. He could have handled that himself, why did you play the hero? You didn’t know.
Your body just instinctively moved by itself. How stupid, to protect him. Protect what? A vampire? You knew silver was a poison— leading to deaths for vampires if not treated.
So? Did you really have to push him aside and get it shot in you instead?
You see more red, this time not your own. Your vision goes in and out of focus as you witness Beomgyu like you’ve never seen before.
Blood spraying, agonising screams, flesh tearing, bone snapping, disgusting squelches. You gather from the image in front of you, just how vicious your lover could be when he wanted to.
From the disheveled locks partially covering his gleaming dark red irises like some sort of veil of death to his hands covered and dripping in blood and god knows what else of what was left of the village head.
Beomgyu saw red and so did you. He killed right in front of you. Tore a man limb from limb. For you.
Tears drip down your face from the searing pain; you collapse onto your side making his head snap toward you, breaking him out of his bloodthirsty rampage.
Within seconds, he’s by your side cradling your weakened form, curses falling from his lips, enraged words aimed at the humans from the village. His voice cracks, “Oh my sweet, sweet healer, why? You are so…” he closes his eyes bellying his anger, “I told you, I could handle it. Handle everything. Why couldn’t you just sit back? Did you not think I…” he chokes up.
Beomgyu sniffles as tears run down his icy blood splattered cheeks, “You fool. You fucking fool, I can’t believe…” he clutches you, “Those fucking bastards, arrows coated with silver.”
You weakly gaze up at him, unable to move, unable to speak, not even a pitiful rasp. All you could do was stare up at his pretty face.
Perhaps, this was fate, you think. How it was meant to be, your consequences of mingling with the supernatural, not staying within your confines. He gazes at your neck and you see his red eyes darken, fangs glistening. You wonder, what was he thinking?
Finally, your vision goes dark— you don’t seem to be hurting anymore, rather you feel as though you’re wrapped in a cold embrace, on a winter’s night. Frigid, alone but painless.
As you go limp in his arms, panic surges in Beomgyu’s system, as he shakes you. He splutters, voice shattering, “No, no, no,” he pants out, “Wake up, fucking wake up.”
Beomgyu gazes down at your neck. He couldn’t let you go. He didn’t know… would you be content to die, or would you be happy to join him in his eternal prison of immortality?
He couldn’t ask you—- what would you want? Did you love him so dearly you’d be willing to spend an eternity with him? Was he delusional to think that way?
Was he selfish for what he was about to do? Would you hate him for turning you into what he was? He didn’t care. He wanted to see you alive, or alive in at least some sense of the word.
Was it a punishment or renewal? So, so many questions. But with each second, his chances of saving you were slim.
Thus, Beomgyu leans down, with a grimace he pulls the arrow out, blood spurting onto the grass. He whispers, placing a kiss atop your head, “I’m sorry, my dearest healer, for what I am about to do. Forgive me.”
With that, his fangs sink into the other side of your neck, as his hand cradles the back of your head. He gulps, downing every drop of your life source, the rich flavour he once craved now seeming horridly bitter. Tears roll down his face as he continues drinking and draining you of your blood.
Tormented apologies mentally scream in his mind as he resumes his onslaught. Would you hate him for this? Would you have preferred death?
Rustling occurs behind him but he doesn’t care. He had to drain you before the warmth left your body, before your systems shut off completely.
A few men poke their heads out of the foliage and stumble back mortified at the bloody scene, what was left of their leader, the sight of Beomgyu feeding mercilessly on what seemed to them as your corpse.
It was enough to have them running off, wretching and almost fainting. Let them run for now. He’d hunt down each one of them if this did not work out. Make everyone of these foolish villagers pay.
With a final grunt, he pulls away, gazing down at your lifeless body; stiff and pale. Only the tiniest hint of blood left in you.
Beomgyu grunts, taking your body into his arms and he begins walking, he needs to get you somewhere to rest, to be without stress or threat. Would you even wake up? He didn’t know, did he take too much? There had to be just enough left— he had never drained someone before, never turned someone.
If you did never wake up— he’d never forgive himself. Taking your blood on top of that for no real outcome. He shudders at the thought. No. You had to.
Hours pass, darkness, utter silence. Nothingness. The crackling of fire in the distance soon arises, a faint breeze brushing against your skin makes you writhe. One by one, you could feel your face, your limbs.
One by one, more and more noises around you pile up, layering atop one another, your senses fall back into place and you feel your chest grow not warm, but deathly cold.
Finally, as your lungs will with air, you inhale as deeply as you possibly could.
“Y/n! Y/n- oh my god, Y/n- you’re breathing,” a muffled voice resounds and instantly your eyes snap open. You sit up abruptly clutching your chest.
Your heart- wait, your heart.
You feel your chest as you pant raggedly for breath. No heartbeat. Your skin…no longer that comforting warmth. Your ears ring painfully and memories flood your consciousness as you groan clutching your head.
“Gently now, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh goodness, Y/n. My sweet healer, my love,” you hear the presence beside you call out cradling you in his icy arms. You glance up wearily and see him.
Choi Beomgyu.
His eyes glistening, a single tear drips down. He was crying. The orange hues of the crackling fire paint his face as he cups your cold cheek, “You’re alive. I… I didn’t think you’d make it. I-I thought I took too much.”
Took too much? You glance at your hands. You gasp— your neck! The arrow. You feel your neck feeling no scab, no injury. “My injury… Beomgyu-“ you stammer. He glances at you in silence as he takes your hands, “Y/n…I..”
Your body lacks warmth, your heart no longer beats, there’s a scratchy dryness in the back of your throat. Your horrendous injury, now, miraculously healed without so much as a scar or scab.
The pieces click into place forming an astounding conclusion. You whisper, afraid, “You…you, turned me?”
His silence has all the answers you need. You glance down at your hands, you were…alive. That meant you had experienced death.
He had brought you back…this time to the land of the undead. Of the immortal.
You were one of the same.
Beomgyu’s voice cracks, “You must despise me for making that choice for you. I… I couldn’t-“ he struggles to get the words out, “I couldn’t let you die. I couldn’t stand the thought of your life being taken.” He gazes at you with such a pained gaze, “I love you, I love you far too much to let you go, is that too selfish of me? Did I bring you back against your wishes?”
Your lips part, words not coming out, as you tremble, tears dripping down your cheeks at the impassioned words. He murmurs weakly, “Forgive me, my sweet healer, for being so selfish. You have all the reasons to despise me. But…I just couldn’t…couldn’t let you die.”
You sadly smile wiping away his tears with your thumbs, “I don’t hate you, you fool. You saved me.” His eyes widen, going speechless; lower lip quivering at your words. You sniffle with a wavering laugh, “I…I’m surprised, I… I would have never thought you’d turn me. I thought you’d never cross that boundary just because,” your voice cracks, “just because it’s me.”
He presses his forehead to yours chidingly, “I’d have no need to do such a thing if you did not play hero, you idiot,” he sighs pained, “Do you understand how horrible it was to see you bleeding out, life draining from your eyes? With an arrow meant for me? Not you?”
You cup his cheek nuzzling his nose with yours, “I know…I should have stayed down. I’m sorry for scaring you, Beomgyu.” He trembles, “I…having to drain you, I..” he murmurs shakily, “Never again. Never again.”
All of a sudden, Beomgyu embraces you tightly, his head in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, sweet healer,” he breathes. You cup his cheek shakily, “You need not be sorry, Beomgyu. It was them.”
For a few minutes you stay like this, in each other’s arms, sat atop a log beside a fire. You gaze up at the forest foliage above, you had many questions as to how you got here, how long had you been out. But for now, you were simply content to be in his arms, with him.
Beomgyu whispers, “Your life…that you left behind, your precious little shop, my sweet healer. You left that behind because of me, I’m so sorry. We’ll… we’ll set up a new one elsewhere, far away. I’ll make sure of it.”
Your cold lips press a kiss onto his own before you wearily gaze into his eyes, “I know you will. But for now, Beomgyu. One step at a time.” You shift yourself to lean against his chest, “I feel tired.”
He hums softly, “Then sleep. I’ll be there for you when the dawn next comes. And the next, and for many more.”
You muse half deliriously from drowsiness, “Until the end of time?” A scoff leaves his lips at your audacity, not even having fed, a newborn vampire at best and yet…
Beomgyu smiles tenderly as he repeats in assertion, “Until the end of time, sweet healer. Until the end of time. Always and forever.”
i cant wait for invite sequel!!!! whens it releasing??
I’m glad you’re excited for it! I’m not sure for a specific date, since I’m super busy, I’m working on editing it bit by bit, but probably within the next week or so! (obv subject to change bc uni sucks and is so time consuming 😭)
Contains: Profanity, mentions of biting, blood, injury, death, suggestive/mature themes, established relationship.
Links: Invite (Part I) || Masterlist
Note: I don’t usually like doing sequels for my one-shot fics but for this one I was just really inspired lol, so I had to give it a try.
Summary: His fangs graze your neck causing you to shiver, each night in his embrace and each day, walking hand in hand. A secret romance, a dark secret only you two knew, and if it came out to the rest of the villagers that the very vampire they were on the hunt for was the one you were courting? Then well… it’d certainly make things unfortunate wouldn’t it.
Just how long could you two slip away under the dark, keep your rendezvous a secret? Slip your love under the rug before it could end disastrously?
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, sweet healer,” he breathes. You cup his cheek shakily, “You need not be sorry, Beomgyu. It’s them.”
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THANK YOUUU!!! ❤️ and yes!! the kai fic is being written atm! I’m super excited for it! Thank you so much for the support and love for my works!!
Hi! Just wanted to say this again but AMAZING work on Twisted tales! I was truly and utterly sucked into the plot and am so excited to see your next works! I was wondering if you had any good txt reader insert fic recs to hold me over until your next fic haha
Thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it! <33 I genuinely did love working on these fics and just building up the world and the tension, it was so fun.
Hmm…in terms of recommendations:
1. @baekberrie - Our Pages (beomgyu fic!)
2. @blossom-hwa Manége (taehyun fic! but literally all their fics are just art!)
but for now exams have me slumped, so I’ve not been able to read as much!! 🥲
I have a few concepts in mind and wanted your input. There’s a lot of ideas stuck in my head of which, I’ll reveal four. (this is quite ahead in the future ofc, after Wondrous Tales, and the sequel to a previous one-shot I have planned!)
I’ll take the most popularly voted one into consideration and see from there!
