2026 PROMPT MEME

[fatemp3]

🕸️ An ENHYPEN prompt meme 🕸️

☽ you're my only paradox ☾

Prompting is OPEN.

Returning for a second year with a new round, Enhypen Prompt Meme is making a comeback!

The format remains the same with minor updates to the guidelines regarding content information and contact information, and the new shiny feature of "adopt-a-prompt".

TIMELINE

✣ The prompt meme will be running from October 1 until the end of October 31.
✣ The comment section of this post will be unlocked starting October 1 (Christmas Island Time) and be the start of the event. Prompting, but not filling, closes at the end of October 31 (Anywhere on Earth).

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✣ Other than this the prompt meme is a Choose Not To Warn experience.
✣ Additional tags / warnings are thus not mandated, but free to use.

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✣ The prompt can consist of freeform text, quotes, images, links to videos, songs, articles, etc.
✣ Likewise any type of setting is welcome, canon adjacent or alternate universe.

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✣ There is no minimum or maximum wordcount for fanfiction, and shortfic is encouraged.

✣ Feel free to post as many prompts as you'd like!
✣ It's of course still supposed to be a bit of give and take though, so try to leave a fill here and there too ♥
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✣ Lastly, this is supposed to be a low stakes and low pressure event so just try to have some fun with it!

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CONTENT

✣ The fanwork must focus on at least one ENHYPEN member, current or past.
✣ All ships are welcome, as are gen fanworks.
✣ Cameos are allowed; platonic or romantic/sexual relationships can also be between one member and other individuals.

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This prompt meme was inspired into existence by girlsfest and 17hols, but takes more of its format from prompt memes and ficathons such as seoulfulness and scarygirlynight, along with the numerous fandom specific kinkmemes on livejournal the mod used to be on in her youth.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: Heeseung/Jungwon
Tags: character introspection, post march 10 canonverse
Prompt:

I remember thinking that I needed to discuss this with Heeseung.

– Yang Jungwon, writing about the shock that followed after the death of his husband, Heeseung

jokes aside, the quote is from joan didion about her husband john. death in our case is a metaphor

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: any/any/any (suggested sunoo/jungwon/any)
Tags: american horror story: coven AU, witches, dead boy lovin’
Prompt: sometimes two people are girlfrenemies and resurrect/frankenstein a boy together (or in other words, something based on the main love triangle/threeway relationship of ahs coven)

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: any/any
Tags: rule 63
Prompt:

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: Any/Any
Tags:
Prompt:

If I could kill you I would then have to make another exactly like you.

– Anne Carson, excerpt from The Beauty of the Husband

[frathypen]

Character/Ship: Heeseung/Sunghoon
Tags: loss of virginity, barn sex, could also be r63
Prompt: Heeseung is from the inner-city but down on his luck, accepts an offer to be a farmhand. Sunghoon, the sheltered farmboy, is fascinated by him the moment he shows up and is so bad at his attempts of flirting that Heeseung has no choice but to tease, tease, tease until Sunghoon is putty in his arms

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: ni-ki/sunghoon/jungwon or ni-ki & sunghoon & jungwon (or any combination thereof)
Tags:
Prompt:

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: any or all
Tags:
Prompt:

[FILL] swaygrass / waveform

[eech]

Character/Ship: Everyone/Everyone
Tags: vampires, being on the run and stuff, ambient bullshit, when u're all vampires and u want ur human boyfriend to become a vampire too but he refuses and leaves u so now u don't even have him for the rest of HIS life much less yours :(

The morning sky was white with filmy cloud, pushing light around to diffuse bright and flat. Dew slid languidly down long yellow throats of grass to wet the sandy soil, which cushioned all twelve feet carving a line across the field. Wind passed by in meek bursts, brushing away any warmth that might come from the sun to a body, from a body to another. As close together as they walked they remained discrete. Only their path bound them.

When they walked like this all one by one sometimes somebody would fall behind and whoever was behind him would fall behind too and there would be a gap, and there in that gap they could feel him, or the lack of him: those other two feet that would tamp down the earth just a little bit more. They tried to keep his memory dim because when the sun caught his edges all the holes in the eternity he had absented himself from became too apparent. They tried not to think about that eternity at all. So the world shrank: to one field and then the next and then the next and sometimes a barn or a pasture or a pile of hay. So the world shrank to six bodies, small beneath the open sky.

Maybe it wasn't right to say that the world shrank. The world was larger than it ever had been before. The world used to be a house at the edge of a forest and a field not unlike this one. But that world used to be warm, full, comfortable. This world was emptied. That was what it was: the world had emptied. Devoid of love, devoid of light, devoid of warmth. Not one of them had a heart to press and move their stagnant blood, not one of them could take the others' cold hands in theirs and warm them up except by friction. All their bodies piled together couldn't make a pyre.

The sun had been picking at a weak seam in the blanket cover of clouds until it tore; for a moment, the light rushed in, blinding and stopping them in their tracks. There he was, bright and beautiful and warm.

And as the clouds, covetous of the shaded earth below, hurried to stitch themselves back together, there he went.

[a/n: super short but i hope u like it!!!]

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: any/any
Tags:
Prompt:

“Mythos, in Greek,” said Borges, “is not a story that is false. It is a story that is more than true. Myth is a tear in the fabric of reality, and immense energies pour through these holy fissures. Our stories, our poems, are rips in this fabric as well, however slight.”

– Jorge Luis Borges, quoted by Jay Parini in Borges and Me

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: any or any/any
Tags:
Prompt:

the blue of the sky falls over me

like silk, the flowers burn, and I want
to live my life all over again, to begin again,

to be utterly
wild.

– Mary Oliver

[FILL] cicada, emerging

[eech]

Character/Ship: Heeseung
Tags: supernatural elements(?), molting

Getting out of his old rigid skin scrapes up the raw wet new stuff, so by the time he's panting out the effort in the young meadow still bright with spring, he's bleeding. He lies on his back heaving, heaving and looking up to the velvet blue apex of the firmament, embroidered at the paler edges with great blooms of clouds growing fat and warm with rain. Even young and tender as it is the grass knifes into his back and the backs of his legs, younger and tenderer.

He shoots to his feet, the soles of which are wrinkled pink and baby-smooth. The grass still hurts but not as much. A beetle crawls over his toe.

Something loud is buzzing nearby. He looks around him, at the meadow which blankets a hill rolling down into a wooded valley. A breeze swells up from beneath the trees and Heeseung tosses his head back in relief/ecstasy as it soothes his hot skin. He steps backward and something crunches under his foot; it's his old chest, the hollow one, the one with nothing in it. Another step through his shoulder, then another through his head. And he keeps stepping until the old him is scattered fragments in the soil.

By the time he's walking away along the ridge of the hill the sun's head has bowed low enough to burn golden. It sears through the grass, through the flowers, setting everything alight. The bloom of a lily turns to flame. His soles have finally hardened enough; now he can run, so he does.

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: Any/Any/Any
Tags: Triple H - 365 FRESH MV AU, murder, robbery, suicide attempt, threesome
Prompt:
(MV link)

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: heeseung or heeseung/any (suggested heeseung/jungwon)
Tags: heeseung haunts the narrative
Prompt:

[mocksun]

Character/Ship: any
Tags:
Prompt:

[mocksun]

Character/Ship: heeseung/jungwon
Tags: fictional religion, gods au
Prompt: heeseung is the god of new beginnings (à la janus from roman mythology) and jungwon is the god of vengeance (à la nemesis/ultio)

[FILL] A Folklorist's Notes

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: heeseung/jungwon
Tags: gods au, folklore / folk religion, epistolary writing

FORGOTTEN DEITIES AND LEGENDS:
REGION SPECIFIC VARIATIONS AS ATTEMPTS TO EXPLAIN THE WORLD AROUND US.
A Folklorist’s Notes.
As with much of the regional tradition that comes from times that pre-date the era of a more widespread literacy among the general populace, there are few written sources about many of the specific deities, spirits, monsters and myths belonging to specific eras that survive. This holds even more true for remote locations.

Attempting to collect these tales have never happened before at a widespread scale and in the work of doing so today there is a struggle where many of the people who have had the oral variations of these tales passed down to them in great detail, and indeed may still even worship these deities, practice strong caution against those they deem to be ‘outsiders’ both to the village and the faith. Some have been willing to share insight into these types of local legends though.

Like many others, these gods were concepts as much as they were deities. The worship of them was small and local to a few scattered villages among a small mountain range and a few of the valleys connected to them. The local faith here seems to have surrounded two figures that aren’t found in the greater mythology of our nation, but hold similarities to similar gods or spirits.

Most often repeated out of these two figures was the God of New Beginnings. If he had another name which he was called or that would be invoked in prayer was never specified, but that title and the powers he held seem to tie him to some proto-religious practices stemming from the changing seasons, or perhaps the harvest.

In some stories, the God of New Beginnings is antler crowned. This would perhaps reference the Siberian roe deer that have been reported to come into the area, a deer species that shed their antlers in autumn or early winter and have their horns regrow thereafter — thus symbolising a cycle of renewal, of beginning again.

It is also worth noting that the valley where this worship was found is flooded near yearly, and the rock of the mountainside was worn out by erosion and prone to partial collapses and landslides in springtime. The years of flooding the crop yield would be higher as the water brought minerals that enriched the soil of the surrounding fields, and perhaps this was a reason to see this natural disaster not as a punishment and failure, but a god showing that this experience and change brought about a new beginning from which something good came.

As for the other natural disasters related to the mountain, much like in most of the nation there was a belief of tigers roaming the mountains freely, taking on either the role of mountain gods themselves or the protectors of them. Over time, there seemed to have been particular local variations where the mountain god took on another form, and name, and this deity showed up in several of the tales of the God of New Beginnings in these villages. This deity was Vengeance.

Where the God of New Beginnings was an attempt to believe that the outcome of even hardship could be a fresh start and result in something better, Vengeance held the other role associated with hardships or toils and of (divine) punishment.

Vengeance was a harsh name for a god, noted by some of the locals. He represented a much more overarching concept of retribution and punishment against arrogance. Originally a tiger, or a mountain god, this local variation of the god seemed to have been centred around the distribution of divine fortune, good or bad, in proportion to each according to what was deserved.

Fairness and justness are also qualities of this god in the older tales, and in some places this survives with myths where Vengeance served as judge and arbiter of fortune. Vengeance was thus not only ruthless, coldblooded, going after sinners or those that have wronged him personally to cut them down. He avenges crime, or punishes hubris.

Though it is difficult to draw any conclusions from the little information at hand now, this seems to tie into the same cycles of death and destruction tied to the lands of this area and the natural disasters it is prone to. Examples of stories passed on include a man who found great riches and built a large estate to show off in the village but refused to help his fellow men out when winter struck, and having the estate swept away and crushed in a mudslide, point to this too.

A lot of the time, these two characters are posed as opposing sides in the stories. They can walk the same paths, share the same experiences, but in the end they will have their hearts and minds reach different conclusions. Depending on the context, or the tale the storyteller wanted, either could be seen as right. There were many examples of the same legend, told in different villages, where the final few questions asked would differ and give completely different answers. “Why would the God of New beginnings otherwise choose to walk away?”, some said, while others asked, “Why would Vengeance otherwise furiously fight to protect that which is his [to protect]?”

Some said that Vengeance detested the God of New Beginnings, their worldviews once again opposed — that Vengeance saw the offering of a new beginning to some as them attempting to wash themselves clean of the bad fortune they were deserving of.

In one of the legends, it was said that the God of New Beginnings and Vengeance were lovers. It seemed to be native to a particularly secluded small village on the mountainside, where half of it was dedicated to a shrine to Vengeance and found partially in the natural cave system in the mountain.

This tale was less one of righteousness, posing Vengeance as much less severe than his name in spite of his fury, but of something more personal. Perhaps, even something human. A god who suffered from heartbreak. A love lost, the aching left behind. The antler-crowned God of New Beginnings shedding his horns, taking his leave from the mountain to return to his valley to start anew, as Vengeance was to roam his mountain with only his flowers and trees to keep him company.

To this tale there was no moral attached and no question asked at the end to rationalise it, only an attempt to express the yearnful.

[frathypen]

Character/Ship: Evan/Sunoo
Tags: post march 10th, slight angst
Prompt: One night behind Jungwon's back Sunoo sneaks off to hook up with Heeseung

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: Jay/Sunoo
Tags: self sex ed, first time bottoming, masturbation, jay’s ass
Prompt: Jongseong has always thrown himself headfirst into whatever thing has caught his attention until his passion and interest runs out. It’s only to be expected that he gets obsessed with the idea of being the very best at gay sex for a guy like Sunoo, who has the experience Jongseong himself lacks — and the only way to learn, is to do. Jongseong can’t very well tell Sunoo all this though, as much as he is determined to get it right.

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: Jay/Jake
Tags: pet play, bickering as a love language
Prompt: petplay except you’re doing a task that requires 0 dogs and i’m constantly getting in your way

(cr https://x.com/pineyyote/status/2061828073365086566)

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: any/any
Tags: fwb, second chance
Prompt:

For us to meet sexually would be for us to meet once more as aliens. We had touched, in the only way we could touch. We left it at that. I do not know if we were right.

– Ursula K. Le Guin

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: heeseung/jungwon
Tags: post march 10th, surreal setting, shapeshifting
Prompt:

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: sunghoon/sunoo
Tags: comedy, but also introspection

[FILL] baby, you light up my gaslight like nobody else

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: Sunoo/Sunghoon
Tags: canonverse, bickering, bad humour can be a bad romance too, less roleplay than the prompt called for


"Sunoo-yah," says Sunghoon. It is the third time now.

Sunoo continues to steadfastly ignore him, because he cares about his sanity. Once upon a time —okay, not even that long ago— he might have turned to Sunghoon without even thinking about it, delighted to have Sunghoon’s attention focused on him. He had vied for it almost embarrassingly once, but he has since long forgiven himself for that.

"Sunoo-yah," Sunghoon repeats, louder and more drawn out. In moments like these, he regrets ever wanting Sunghoon’s attention in the first place. Where had that lovely, quiet boy gone? “Sunoo-yah, stop ignoring me. Sunoo.”

“What,” Sunoo deadpans, not even bothering to inflect enough to make it sound like a question. As he turns around, he makes sure to roll his eyes hard enough that Sunghoon has to notice.

“Hey, is that any way—”

“Hyung.”

If Sunghoon was a dog, his tail would be wagging excitedly even as he sat still like a good boy. Sunghoon is not a dog, and it’s a little bit of a pity, because as it is his eyebrows just do some funny motion as he tries to suppress a grin. It is a little bit of an annoyance that he seems so excited.

“Do you want to get beaten up or something?” Sunoo asks. His tone is a little harsh, a little too honest, and he forces himself to push that part down. The one that reacts far too easily and falls into whatever games it is that Sunghoon tries to push him into.

“I’d like to see you try,” Sunghoon quips, still all too delighted with himself.

“I’m sure.”

“You— huh??”

“I’m sure you’d like to see me try.”

“I-it’s not like you could, anyway,” Sunghoon says. Sunoo eyes him up and down, taking in Sunghoon’s body from top to bottom.

No, he couldn’t. Not if it came to pure physical power, even if Sunghoon wasn’t bulking as intensely or spending as many hours in the gym these days, and focused more on his diet. They both knew what Sunghoon had said was true. Anyone who sees them together would know it. Sunoo leans back against the counter, careful to not push over any of his skin products. Allows his gaze travel back up the stretch of Sunghoon’s long legs and sculpted torso, back up to meet his eyes.

The excitement is still there, but there is something far more nervous now to Sunghoon’s expression.

“That’s not what this is about though, is it?” Sunoo asks.

[girlishpop]

Character/Ship: sunoo or sunoo/any
Tags:
Prompt:

[dayflies]

Character/Ship: heeseung/jungwon
Tags: rule 63, established new relationship
Prompt: u can pretend the text says kitty-like girlfriend if u want to

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: any
Tags:
Prompt:

Words are your weapon
Lies are your defence
I know what you want
And I see what you see
You're looking for somebody
But he isn't me
Find yourself another
We will not be lovers

– The Waterboys, "We Will Not Be Lovers"

[plausibility]

Character/Ship: heeseung/any
Tags: ovipositioning, heightened sensitivity
Prompt: has anyone seen him laying an egg. i thought it was great. ovipositionsseung who isn't all that interested in doing it well but does it anyway, bad posture, rushing it, sometimes having to lay in unlikely places because he forgets to plan ahead around it/it's irregular and he can't plan even if he tries. bonus if someone else is involved (witnessing? receiving? the ovipositioning) and thinks his careless detachment about the whole thing adds to how hot they find everything. bonus bonus if heeseung gets a little physically (& emotionally?) sensitive for a short while afterwards........ yurifying this is very cool too if you so wish...

[FILL] fried, scrambled, poached... (NSFW)

[eech]

Character/Ship: Heeseung/Sunghoon
Tags: canon/idolverse; r63; oviposition; #perverthoon; laying eggs and then shoving them in your ex-homie's pussy for storage??? off-camera (sorry. it was getting too long); egg-laying denial, once and briefly; mentions of eating the eggs like i dont know

[a/n: i'm sorry if u saw this when i accidentally posted it with 2 and a half paragraphs and as boys and in past tense i usually write directly in the form when doing fills. i hope this whateverburger is satisfactory...]

Heeseung manages a good week and a half without laying any eggs. Normally one comes every three, four days or so – they aren't especially hard to lay and they aren't large, either, but if they build up too long she starts to cramp. However this week has been busy and honestly she didn't feel like it; she just made sure to keep some pain meds on hand at all times and endured.

It's the kind of thing that can only be put off for so long, though. So now she's ducking sheepishly and with great urgency out of practice for her upcoming Twilight stage and walking as quickly as possible to the Hybe restrooms, praying it's empty.

Of course, given her luck, it isn't. She stops short, just past the doorway.

"Yo," she greets. Fuck. Damn it.

"...Hi."

"Um. Hi."

"Hi?" After Heeseung just stands there for a while, forgetting her emergency, Sunghoon points out, "The stalls are empty, you know."

"Tha-ahhh," one of the eggs descends sharply, stretching her walls in a pleasurable way.

Sunghoon grows alarmed. "Unnie... what was that?"

"One of my, uh. You know. Ugh, it's so—" She winces, the egg further threatening its escape. "Inconvenient."

"Oh, the... Right. Your egg thing."

"Yeah. My that. Um, uh, ah," she spreads her legs and bears down, not bothering to squat or find privacy, just wanting the damn thing out. With a relieved sigh, it slips out and into her panties; uncaring of her audience, she reaches in and fishes it out, setting it on the sink counter.

"Is that...?"

Heeseung startles, having sort of, briefly, maybe forgotten that Sunghoon is in here and just watched her lay an egg. Another one is coming, and quick, so she can't worry too much about that.

Voice a little strained from the effort she says, "Yeah. You can touch it if you want." Why did she say that!? "It's warm."

"It's... warm..." Sunghoon's brows attempt to become one on her forehead.

Despite the disgust in her voice and on her face she reaches out and holds it, fitting perfectly in her palm. It's a bit larger than a chicken egg, a dull bluish-green sort of color, and usually hard-shelled unless she isn't getting enough calcium in her diet.

"What do you usually do with them?"

"Like, eat them."

"What!?"

"They taste kinda like duck eggs. I'll probably just throw them away today, though. I don't really wanna carry them around. Here's another one."

Sunghoon reacts to the newly-gifted egg in her free hand like it has far greater weight than it does in reality. She's flushed a rosy pink, from her shoulders to the tops of her ears.

"I could keep them inside of me," she blurts, growing even redder. "So you don't have to waste them. I mean, you used a lot of energy growing them... right?"

Heeseung doesn't get a chance to respond, because: "Oh, god, this one's big." It descends slowly and stretches her wider than her eggs usually do – she didn't know it could feel so good. Usually she's rushing it, trying to get through with it as quickly as possible so she can get back to whatever she was doing before. This time she lets herself enjoy it, rocking her hips to and fro so the egg rubs against her walls and makes her feel even fuller than before.

"You should take your pants off," Sunghoon suggests breathlessly.

"That's weird," Heeseung mutters, but does as she said, wiggling out of her joggers and panties.

Sunghoon drops to her knees quickly enough to hurt, gently setting the two eggs she'd been holding aside. Empty of their burden they come up between Heeseung's legs and cup just underneath her pussy.

"Push, unnie, I'll catch it." Is Sunghoon drooling? Fuck.

So Heeseung pushes until her face is puce, fighting against this huge egg that has probably been sitting inside of her too long and getting fat on the food she gives it. Without realizing it her hand drifts down to Sunghoon's head, tangling in her hair and messing up her already-ruffled ponytail. The egg maintains its slow, torturous slide, as pleasurable as it is painful. When it finally parts her lips to liberate itself from her body, Sunghoon just barely tilts her palm upward, bumping the narrow head of the egg and pushing it back into Heeseung's body.

Heeseung cries out, doubling over as she comes. The cry stretches out into a gargled whimper and then finds new life as a frustrated shout: each pulse of her body pulls the egg further inside, undoing all her hard work.

When it finally slides to a stop, nearly up against her cervix, she gasps. "Sunghoon! Why the hell did you do that?"

"Oops." No repentance in her tone whatsoever. Ignoring Heeseung's keens, she thumbs gently at her oversensitive clit, making her shudder. "Oh, does this feel good?"

"Too much," Heeseung whines, "I always get—get so sensitive." Her legs tremble; to keep from falling to the floor, she has to brace her elbows on the counter behind her back.

"Ah, I see. Unnie, push. Or you'll never get that egg out of you."

Whose fault is that!? Heeseung thinks, but doesn't say. She's too busy following Sunghoon's orders. Now that she feels raw, livewire, from her orgasm and from the laying, it takes much more effort. Each centimeter takes forever, every sensation amplified. By the time she gets it back to her entrance, she's a sweaty, horny, panting mess.

With a final push the egg plops out into Sunghoon's waiting hands. When it was inside of her Heeseung could've sworn it was the size of an ostrich's, but now she sees it's not all that much larger than the others.

Before she's recovered even a little, Sunghoon hops up on the counter with all three eggs in hand and demands, "Okay, now put them inside of me."

"What?" Heeseung's mind is totally blank and fuzzy. There's a little cramp in her uterus that makes her think she has another egg or two to lay, but she's so exhausted from that last one that she can't muster the energy to lay any more today.

"Put them inside of me."

"Whatever you say," Heeseung mutters, taking the smallest egg – still warm and wet from her own body – from Sunghoon's hand, fits the narrow tip between her legs, and pushes.

[(Anonymous)]

Character/Ship: Sunghoon/Jungwon
Tags: any
Prompt:

the lamb loves its wolf. the wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love for the lamb. the lamb loves the wolf's fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one's force.

op: https://x.com/devouringink/status/2103063069244944769

[plausibility]

Character/Ship: jungwon/ni-ki, or any/any
Tags: any
Prompt:

I will be
nothing more than a neck for this one.
How they resist learning the body, following
its instructions like a dog.

– Caitlin Scarano, Do Not Bring Him Water

i think this could fit a vampire setting with a newly turned/reckless vampire, but it could also be any supernatural setting/being, or metaphorical. feel free to do whatever!

[FILL] shake the skin and bone (NSFW)

[feverush]

Character/Ship: Jungwon/Ni-ki

Tags: vampires; minor character death; moon depicted as deity; religious imagery; blood drinking; bloodlust; sire/fledgling relationship; power imbalance; loss of bodily autonomy; forced transformation; gothic horror (light?); obsessive behaviour; implied sexual intimacy; dubious morality; objectification

ao3

 

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The night is young and blinding, all from the fill of the Silver Sky Goddess, and the memory of his dear, dead mother fades into his mind briefly. Her eyes do not so much as hold a drop of life in them, and he struggles to recall the exact day his visions of her had turned her eyes into a chilling grey, complementing the thin white strands now sitting atop her head. Her mouth moves in odd shapes, as they do whenever she pays him a visit. Her lips curl, twisting into a smile, repeating the words she has branded through his skin and down to his bones, through all the years she had been alive, then those she has not: The Moon wills what She wills.

His mother’s hair would still have resembled the darkness of the night in her last moments, Riki thinks, if she had remained. If she had not gone and strolled about that one night, if she had only listened to the whispers from the shadows that surrounded her from dusk, then perhaps a better alternative could have been reached between her and whatever it is that governs the orbit of the universe. Perhaps the Goddess’ night children would not have chosen her, would have gone and picked another unsuspecting victim to drain them of all their warmth and colours. Perhaps, she would still be alive, and her fool of a son would not be at the mercy of a being the children call their Lord.

His mother’s murderer had been but a new addition to the Lord’s collection. Her sharp, twin dentures had simply ached to consume the world in its entirety. Red, blaring eyes stared fiercely into his own as a darker maroon hue tainted the older woman’s neck, down to her collarbones, then eventually her white garments. His own knees, weak, had pleaded to move and run and never look back, but it was already far too late. A pale body had snuck its way through his momentary shock, pressing against his back as a paler hand rested, gripping warily on his left shoulder. The lesser one’s eyes had shone with what seemed to be fear, but he could never know with these strange things. It could have been reverence, pride, a show of gratitude, admiration; in any case, it had been much more than his once-mortal mind could comprehend at the time.

“Brilliant, little one,” a voice came, whispering all nasally. Sweet, even. The breath was soft, tingling as a tongue poked its way past pink lips. “A good hunt, for your first.” The Lord paused, if only to take a small whiff of his prey by the neck, before licking a slow stripe up the shell of his ear. “This one, he belongs to me.”

A sound, or perhaps more accurately depicted as a gurgle, rumbled through the lesser one’s throat. An acknowledgment of its owner’s request, Riki supposed. There were perhaps half a dozen more of the Goddess’ night children around them, parched throats and sore dentures, yet none dared to intervene with the one pressed against his back. 

Lightly, a pair of sharp fangs grazed the skin of his neck, almost teasing. The being huffed as if in contentment, mimicking his subordinates’ actions. Yet, the Lord moved with a precision none of the others held, having had centuries of time to perfect his technique. He sunk his teeth precisely, cleanly, beautifully, stripping Riki’s burgundy of the simple courtesy of choice. Where? How? Quickly, each drop formed the nightcrawler’s banquet. Riki’s nerves throbbed as the bite deepened, body convulsing. And the creature—the creature merely hummed.

The passage of time curved and faded with every streak of white that replaced his black locks. Just like mother. Just like mother. At the hands of Her abomination, he was going to die.

Riki wishes Jungwon had killed him.

The Gardens would have welcomed him with warmth. His mother’s embrace would have engulfed him in her tenderness, and he would have allowed himself peace. Death would have been kind.

Skin pale as though the sun had become foreign; strands dyed with the shade of night, darker, with a few white locks peeking through; teeth pointed, throbbing, thirsty. 

Just like Sire. Just like Sire. 

Just like Jungwon.

Riki cannot cease his desire for blood.

This body—this new body that refuses to listen, that cares not for the thin shred of frailty shoved hidden, knee-deep within his bones—is wrong. It is an abomination, much as his Lord’s is, but it is wrong. A fledgling shall lust for the blood of the living. A fledgling must lust for the blood of the living. This body cannot lust for the blood of a being that is not his Master.

It is his Master’s fault. For it could not be any creature else’s, neither could it be his own. And The Archives, built by the Elders of the Order of the past, they do not tire of speaking of it—the Pureblood’s claim. That each new turn must be carried as has been decreed; that perfection must be achieved with each and every bleed. Because the Moon Goddess does not take kindly of disbelievers; it is his Master’s sole fault that She has turned him into feed.

His Master is undead. His Master is undead. His bountiful winepress is undead, so how could the tint of the liquid, hidden deep within his body, rival the colours of the living undrained? How could the warmth of it seep through cold skin, filling his throat with nothing but fire? How could each drop taste so glorious, body failing to resist, following the teeth’s instructions like a mere dog?

“I am nothing but a neck to you, it seems,” Jungwon mutters, amusement clear in his tone. “But you—oh, you are my trophy.”

The words force Riki to tighten his hold on his Lord’s waist. The Pureblood is amused, using Riki’s lap the same way one would use a doormat, and he is grinning. So Riki’s fangs cut deeper. Deeper. To retaliate, to push, to simply devour, until maroon spills from twin punctures and stains porcelain. Red pulses through his veins, to his unbeating organ, then down to his fingertips. Ribs dig into the odd shape, molding, but Riki no longer feels pain. His hands have gained a soul and a body; he wishes to touch what She has gifted atop him. Riki wants to stop. Riki wants to stop. Riki cannot get himself to stop.

The blood on Jungwon’s lips is just as sweet as the offerings on his neck.

Both creatures fill with pleasure what little space remains between them.

“Do not fret, little one.” Stars burst into embers in the back of Riki’s eyes, then up to the sky above. The Lord wills what he wills; The Moon wills what She wills. The night is just as young and blinding. “For you are mine. For the present, and for all of eternity.”