Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jeonghan Major Tags: blood, mild violence and sexual content, MCD Additional Tags: the witcher au, witcher Wonwoo, vampire Jeonghan, both monsters of a different kind, past relationships, it is you and i at the beginning and at the end Permission to remix: Yes
I feel like i've taken some liberties with the prompt but! hope it is enjoyable nonetheless ^__^ (p.s. in witcher lore higher vampires can only be killed by another higher vampire, though i've decided not to use it for *coughs* obvious reasons) ***
Few promises surpass the lure of a sack full of gold for witchers in this land.
Wonwoo knows this: if he’s heard of the bounty promising riches beyond what a common man can dream of, then others would have too.
One of Redania’s main artery for agriculture, the unassuming village had been upholding the trade for produce—now, dwindled to a pitiable half. With the enemy pressuring Redania from the South, any diminution of the heart is a weakness they can exploit. Hence, the plentiful reward. Wonwoo cares not for it.
From where he stands on the hill, the barricades splitting the village seems like a rift that has risen from the land. A menacing row of sharp woods and fire. Not nearly enough to keep the monster away.
Elusive creature of the night, as rare as they are deadly, killings graceful as they are violent.
When Wonwoo arrives, his medallion remains quiet. The absence of a hum only confirms his guess, and his heart now thrums with anticipation. He’s going to see a familiar face tonight.
“Wonwoo,” the creature greets, rows of teeth far too sharp glinting under the full moon. He perches atop of a roof, one feet dangling in the air. “Pleasure to have you with me, wolf.”
They say higher vampires elude even the most sensitive detectors of magic. Their appearance so much alike that of a human’s. Clearly, whoever wrote the tales for men has never encountered one.
Jeonghan’s hair flutters in the wind, waves of blond and red interweaving beneath the sky. The circles of blood on his dress shirt are like rubies, almost glowing, rivalling that of his eyes—brewing a storm. He’s the most beautiful Wonwoo’s ever seen him.
“I had hoped that you were going to be the first here.”
That isn’t the truth. Jeonghan knows Wonwoo was going to be the first, as it has always been. It is ordained by Wonwoo’s insatiable thirst for him, in spite of everything.
“Why are you doing this?”
Jeonghan laughs, sound a chorus of warning bells of death in Wonwoo’s ears.“Does a monster know reason?”
Wonwoo’s medallion now hums, a lone wolf crying into the night. His silver sword remains sheathed.
Jeonghan jumps down, soundless, and he’s nose to nose with Wonwoo in a blink of a second. “Even if I do, does it matter to anyone? Isn’t having these enough?”
Jeonghan smiles as emphasis, teeth growing sharper by the second, hands turned into claws of a hunter.
There is still wet patch of blood on Jeonghan’s cheeks, Wonwoo rids Jeonghan of it with a brush of his thumb.
“You’ve never been a monster.” I am more of one than you ever were. “And it matters to me, Jeonghan.”
There is something wet on Wonwoo’s cheek, cold where it’s supposed to be warm. Jeonghan’s blood-stained hands cradle his face. The gentleness underpinning the touch has something terrible stirring inside Wonwoo.
“So you can decide whether you should strike me down or not?”
“You know the others will come, and they will not extend the same kindness.”
“I don’t desire kindness from you, wolf,” Jeonghan whispers, breath fanning on Wonwoo’s face. “I want you to take what you’ve always wanted to take from me.”
All Wonwoo feels is the wind whipping around his ears, the sound of movement, and the pressure on his chest. His back collied with what Wonwoo guesses is a wooden wall, grating against his armour.
Then, Jeonghan.
His still sharp claws scraping Wonwoo’s torso beneath his shirt, piercing skin, other hand a vice grip on his neck. Jeonghan pulls Wonwoo unbelievably close, until the taste of blood permeates unto Wonwoo’s tongue.
What a shame, Wonwoo thinks, he’s always wanted to know what Jeonghan tasted like. Now, he finally gets the chance to. Not in the way he wanted.
Wonwoo’s under the mercy of Jeonghan’s inhumane speed, and he lets himself give in. For time is a foe, promising a line of enemies the longer they think it is a friend. The house Jeonghan leads him in is grimy, death lingering in the air.
“They made Seokmin leave me.” Jeonghan moves, drives himself open. “They made him leave this world, for being with me.”
It’s a name Wonwoo doesn’t want to hear, yet Jeonghan’s tears spilling down on him seizes any disdain in Wonwoo’s system.
“Thank you, I know you won't,” Jeonghan sighs, before coming undone above Wonwoo.
Selfishness is a toxin no potion can ever cure. Wonwoo finds himself wanting to erase all of Jeonghan’s suffering, engulf Jeonghan in him completely. It had only been Wonwoo in Jeonghan’s beginning. And it shall be no one but Wonwoo in the end, even when he knows he’s merely playing into Jeonghan’s scheme.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Jeonghan says, at the end. “I must see Seokmin, now.”
It’s a quick affair, done after one last embrace.
Jeonghan’s last smile will forever be etched on Wonwoo’s memory, will forever be carved into his face for as long as Wonwoo’s alive. Vampires don’t rot, beautiful and deadly even until the end of time.
He slides his arms underneath Jeonghan, lifting him and cradling his head on his chest. The added weight will make a three days journey into five, tracks harder to cover, and other witchers can easily catch up to him.
Wonwoo will not hesitate to stand in their way. Put his life on his sword even if it meant betraying those of his kind.
Not a single soul is going to take the reward from the king, no one will take Jeonghan from him.
[FILL]: last tender place to sink your teeth in
Major Tags: blood, mild violence and sexual content, MCD
Additional Tags: the witcher au, witcher Wonwoo, vampire Jeonghan, both monsters of a different kind, past relationships, it is you and i at the beginning and at the end
Permission to remix: Yes
I feel like i've taken some liberties with the prompt but! hope it is enjoyable nonetheless ^__^ (p.s. in witcher lore higher vampires can only be killed by another higher vampire, though i've decided not to use it for *coughs* obvious reasons)
***
Few promises surpass the lure of a sack full of gold for witchers in this land.
Wonwoo knows this: if he’s heard of the bounty promising riches beyond what a common man can dream of, then others would have too.
One of Redania’s main artery for agriculture, the unassuming village had been upholding the trade for produce—now, dwindled to a pitiable half. With the enemy pressuring Redania from the South, any diminution of the heart is a weakness they can exploit. Hence, the plentiful reward. Wonwoo cares not for it.
From where he stands on the hill, the barricades splitting the village seems like a rift that has risen from the land. A menacing row of sharp woods and fire. Not nearly enough to keep the monster away.
Elusive creature of the night, as rare as they are deadly, killings graceful as they are violent.
When Wonwoo arrives, his medallion remains quiet. The absence of a hum only confirms his guess, and his heart now thrums with anticipation. He’s going to see a familiar face tonight.
“Wonwoo,” the creature greets, rows of teeth far too sharp glinting under the full moon. He perches atop of a roof, one feet dangling in the air. “Pleasure to have you with me, wolf.”
They say higher vampires elude even the most sensitive detectors of magic. Their appearance so much alike that of a human’s. Clearly, whoever wrote the tales for men has never encountered one.
Jeonghan’s hair flutters in the wind, waves of blond and red interweaving beneath the sky. The circles of blood on his dress shirt are like rubies, almost glowing, rivalling that of his eyes—brewing a storm. He’s the most beautiful Wonwoo’s ever seen him.
“I had hoped that you were going to be the first here.”
That isn’t the truth. Jeonghan knows Wonwoo was going to be the first, as it has always been. It is ordained by Wonwoo’s insatiable thirst for him, in spite of everything.
“Why are you doing this?”
Jeonghan laughs, sound a chorus of warning bells of death in Wonwoo’s ears.“Does a monster know reason?”
Wonwoo’s medallion now hums, a lone wolf crying into the night. His silver sword remains sheathed.
Jeonghan jumps down, soundless, and he’s nose to nose with Wonwoo in a blink of a second. “Even if I do, does it matter to anyone? Isn’t having these enough?”
Jeonghan smiles as emphasis, teeth growing sharper by the second, hands turned into claws of a hunter.
There is still wet patch of blood on Jeonghan’s cheeks, Wonwoo rids Jeonghan of it with a brush of his thumb.
“You’ve never been a monster.” I am more of one than you ever were. “And it matters to me, Jeonghan.”
There is something wet on Wonwoo’s cheek, cold where it’s supposed to be warm. Jeonghan’s blood-stained hands cradle his face. The gentleness underpinning the touch has something terrible stirring inside Wonwoo.
“So you can decide whether you should strike me down or not?”
“You know the others will come, and they will not extend the same kindness.”
“I don’t desire kindness from you, wolf,” Jeonghan whispers, breath fanning on Wonwoo’s face. “I want you to take what you’ve always wanted to take from me.”
All Wonwoo feels is the wind whipping around his ears, the sound of movement, and the pressure on his chest. His back collied with what Wonwoo guesses is a wooden wall, grating against his armour.
Then, Jeonghan.
His still sharp claws scraping Wonwoo’s torso beneath his shirt, piercing skin, other hand a vice grip on his neck. Jeonghan pulls Wonwoo unbelievably close, until the taste of blood permeates unto Wonwoo’s tongue.
What a shame, Wonwoo thinks, he’s always wanted to know what Jeonghan tasted like. Now, he finally gets the chance to. Not in the way he wanted.
Wonwoo’s under the mercy of Jeonghan’s inhumane speed, and he lets himself give in. For time is a foe, promising a line of enemies the longer they think it is a friend. The house Jeonghan leads him in is grimy, death lingering in the air.
“They made Seokmin leave me.” Jeonghan moves, drives himself open. “They made him leave this world, for being with me.”
It’s a name Wonwoo doesn’t want to hear, yet Jeonghan’s tears spilling down on him seizes any disdain in Wonwoo’s system.
“I won’t leave you,” Wonwoo vows. “I won’t leave you.”
“Thank you, I know you won't,” Jeonghan sighs, before coming undone above Wonwoo.
Selfishness is a toxin no potion can ever cure. Wonwoo finds himself wanting to erase all of Jeonghan’s suffering, engulf Jeonghan in him completely. It had only been Wonwoo in Jeonghan’s beginning. And it shall be no one but Wonwoo in the end, even when he knows he’s merely playing into Jeonghan’s scheme.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Jeonghan says, at the end. “I must see Seokmin, now.”
It’s a quick affair, done after one last embrace.
Jeonghan’s last smile will forever be etched on Wonwoo’s memory, will forever be carved into his face for as long as Wonwoo’s alive. Vampires don’t rot, beautiful and deadly even until the end of time.
He slides his arms underneath Jeonghan, lifting him and cradling his head on his chest. The added weight will make a three days journey into five, tracks harder to cover, and other witchers can easily catch up to him.
Wonwoo will not hesitate to stand in their way. Put his life on his sword even if it meant betraying those of his kind.
Not a single soul is going to take the reward from the king, no one will take Jeonghan from him.