#we Adore Our Perseus Jackson

I T Z Y - Y E J I

for eternity ~!!

general audiences - lowercase intended - wc. 399

warnings - mentions of blood

requested by anon for a previous event - vampire au, cooking

listen to wasteland baby whilst reading

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it was a peaceful evening - contrary to popular belief, dating a vampire didn't mean every night was a fear fest. yeji sat slumped across the kitchen table, her eyes heavy. she wasn't tired physically - being an immortal meant exhaustion was an impossibility. but mentally exhausted… that was a different story.

yeji let out a heavy sigh, closing her red eyes.

"what's wrong, baby?" you asked softly from the stove. you were cooking stir-fry for yourself. being human, you could not (and would not) drink blood.

"just… tired," hummed your girlfriend. "ever since I put away human blood, I've just felt so empty."

you turned off the stove and walked over to her, placing your hands on her shoulders to massage the stone-like muscle.

"I can't imagine how much willpower it must take to deny your nature," you whispered, pressing your lips to her cold ear. "I love you so much for it."

finally, yeji sat up and turned, pulling you down into her cold embrace. her red eyes were soft as she nuzzled into your skin, which was warm with life.

"I don't care if I lose my energy. if I have you, it's all worth it."

her words made your heart twinge. you hated to see your love in pain.

"yeji," you whispered, caressing her lips. "I want you to bite me."

her eyes widened in horror. "what ?! no - "

"if you drink from me, you'll feel better, right?" you breathed. your neck was already tilting to allow her access. "I want you to. better me than a stranger, my love. and I trust you."

a protest was still forming on her lips when you gently grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to the column of your throat.

"I'm yours, yeji," you whispered.

she mouthed the words back, imprinting them on your skin, right before her fangs hesitantly sank into your neck.

to your surprise, it didn't hurt. instead, all you felt was warmth, a romantic satisfaction. it felt… intimate. special.

yeji only took a little blood from you that day, but somehow, the act created a bond between you that felt even deeper than that of human love. it was a connection of pure trust and self-sacrifice, of loving enough to give of yourself.

suffice to say, whether you ever let her drink from you again or not, yeji would love you for eternity.

🥀🥀🥀

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genre hurt/comfort , baku x fem!reader   cw spoilers for weak hero class 2 (fic takes place sometime during ep 6) , injuries (cuts and bruises) , not proofread   wc 800   request yes   note there's no one more obsessed w ryeoun's big beautiful eyes than me i could post a gifset of baku later (i did make this gif just for the fic tho ejkfjkd)   net @kstrucknet

You don’t remember much before you blacked out. Union guys threatening you, some with weapons, some just with words. Na Baekjin asked you where Baku was. You wouldn’t tell him. Maybe you should have risked his safety to protect yours. He was physically stronger, a skill fighter, and smart in these kinds of situations. He would’ve handled it, like he always did. But he was pushed between a rock and a hard place, and you just wanted to give him a break for even one day.

After he had refused to continue doing Baekjin’s little tasks, he came to stay with you. No one knew about you. At least, Baku thought no one knew about you. It wasn’t hard for the Union to track you down, figure out the connection between you two, and use you as leverage to get to Baku. Baekjin freely used your boyfriend’s friends and father, and now you.

You attended a completely different school; only saw Baku on some days of the week. You kept yourself out of the trouble the guys were facing. Baku didn’t want you to get involved in any way, and only told you the least concerning parts of what was happening. It shouldn’t have to concern you what mess Eunjang High was facing. It was his job to deal with it. He never thought Baekjin would somehow get his hands on you.

When Baku got the impudent call from Baekjin asking if he would still refuse to do what he wanted when they had you hostage, he saw red. More than a few faces left bloodstained that night. Baku left with you in his arms. 

You stirred in his arms halfway back to your apartment, groaning in pain and blinking your eyes open. He walked a little slower and held you a little tighter. 

“Baku… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve made sure they never got to you. It’s on me for thinking they wouldn’t find you,” he sighed, gulping down the guilt and trying to find the means to smile. For you. 

“Hey… I’m okay. You got me now,” you closed your eyes again, smiling through the exhaustion and pain. Being in your boyfriend’s arms always gave you a sense of comfort. Even when you had bruises all over your body and multiple cuts. Even when you could still picture it all fresh in your mind. 

Baku had the basic first aid kits in his room, along with plenty of bandages he was used to applying by himself. He made sure you were comfortable on his bed before starting to inspect where all your injuries were.

“Tell me honestly. How badly did you beat them up?” you asked, nervous for the answer. Baku knew not to cross the line, but there was no one he was more protective over than you. As soon as you got hurt, all sense went out the window. You could imagine the levels he could reach to get back at them. 

“They’re all still alive,” he said carefully, flashing you a reassuring smile that did nothing to curb your worries.

“Park Humin.”

He frowned, hands pausing their unwrapping of a large bandage. “Don’t call me that.” 

“Baku,” you corrected, your voice softer this time. “Violence isn’t the answer for violence.”

“It’s the only language they understand,” he said simply. “I don’t like it either. You know I’d never fight someone unnecessarily,” he reached for your hand, the gentle squeeze he gave you enough to relax your tense muscles. 

“I know. I just don’t want you to get hurt too.”

He nodded, “I’ll make sure I don’t then, okay?” He smiled; the kind of big grin that you could always count on to make you feel better. 

“Okay,” you smiled as well. More tentative and held back than Baku, like you knew that the situation was much more complicated than promises to not get hurt could suffice for. But you chose to let his words silence your anxiety for a while. For the current moment, you were both safe. That was all that mattered. 

“Let’s get you bandaged up,” Baku got back to work, disinfecting any scrape or cut and covering them with carefully placed bandages. Each time you winced from the pain, he would kiss you gently, and by the end of it, the pain wasn’t so bad anymore. 

Some people only saw your boyfriend as loud and overbearing, while others feared his physical strength. Most students at Eunjang High respected him, but rarely did they ever get to know him. Few knew the challenges he faced, and even fewer knew how caring he truly was. 

But you knew him inside out, and if there was ever anyone who you would stick by for the rest of your life, Baku was just that. 

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