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Queen Fanfiction Idea #1
Vampire AU: Freddie, John, Brian, and Roger are all vampires. Nobody knows how exactly they became vampires, possibly from a gig in Transylvania. While they were there, Freddie went to a bar and hit on a guy who he didn’t know was a vampire. The next day, he starts to feel the classic symptoms of vampirism (i.e. sensitive to sunlight, aversion to garlic, blood cravings, etc.). Freddie, who is now a full-fledged vampire, begins to feed on his fellow bandmates in their sleep. Over the next few days, the other band members, one by one, are turned into vampires. However, they’re still the same people they were before, they were just immortal. They use groupies to draw in victims for them to feed on. However, Brian is reluctant about this new lifestyle. He doesn’t like killing people (or animals), and so he practically starves himself almost to death. In the meantime, Brian wants to find a cure for himself and his bandmates. But the other bandmates, especially the hedonistic Freddie and the womanizing Roger, don’t want to be cured. However, a series of murder investigations commence, prompting the whole band to seek a cure so they won’t be charged with murder. But then, Brian passes out from hunger, and is saved by a blood bag stolen from a local blood bank. Brian regains consciousness, then, ultimately, decides to make a compromise. They can stay vampires, but he states that he is only drinking synthetic blood from now on. The others eventually decide to do the same.
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Okay,so now I'm kinda hooked up on the idea of the Modern!Vampire!AU!
I'm planning to do the whole set of characters sprites,but I can't promise that I'll post them soon.
If you want to chat about this AU! or give me some ideas about - don't be afraid to slide into my DM's.
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If you want to use some characters design or details from this AU,don't forget to credit me as "shura"(with the Amino link) or as "shura-gorl"(with the Tumblr link)
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Vampire!au
An adopted boy.
Operation Miroh
trigger warnings: none
written + edited by: 🥺
pairings: hwang hyunjin x oc
summary: A string of murders lead Detective Yang Nami down the winding streets of Seoul’s maze district, searching for the Vampire Slayer. But what happens when her digging leads her far closer to home than she could have ever thought? What happens when it’s someone she’s supposed to trust?
Prologue
There are lots of rules when it comes to vampires.
First, they must be invited into a house before they can enter. I'm not entirely sure why--they aren't usually portrayed as the most polite of people, not when they're plunging their fangs into your neck and sucking you dry. But it's a rule, and they have to abide by it.
Second, they must avoid certain things such as sunlight, garlic and anything remotely holy. Supposedly, it's because they're devil incarnates and anything too potent or bright or religious can harm them. I just think it's because they have weird allergies. Kind of like how I'm allergic to oranges, which is really inconvenient because they look like they taste good. It sucks.
Finally--not that it's the last rule, but it's the final most obvious one--they can only be killed by certain methods. Some of these include the use of silver, fire (they're insanely flammable), decapitation and a stake to the heart--the most famous and popularly used of them all.
All of this is purely hypothetical, of course. Just myths formulated by people with better things to do than tell stories of bloodsuckers and the threats they pose to us poor, helpless prey.
At least, that's what I thought.
I had read enough stories and watched enough movies to know the basic rules about vampires, but not enough to blindly believe my boss when he told me they're real.
"You're kidding, right?"
He's kidding. He has to be. Maybe he's crazy, or maybe this is a prank.
I searched Captain Park's face for signs of amusement or maybe some sort of twitch--a crack in his demeanor to tell me that he wasn't being serious. His face remained completely flat.
I glanced around the room for cameras, wondering if I was on some kind of prank show, or that one TV program What Would You Do?. It would have been a really shit prank, because I was definitely not buying it, but you never know. Maybe they'd run out of ideas. I might have been payed more for not falling for something so stupid.
The same security camera that had been in the office since I began working there blinked back at me, red light flashing. I'd seen security footage from it before--for a security camera at a literal police station, you'd think that it'd have better resolution. Apparently not.
Which meant it wasn't a prank show, at least not one that valued it's camera quality. Which meant my boss was crazy.
He stared at me silently, not bothering to answer my question. Yep, definitely crazy.
"I'm serious, Detective Yang." He did look serious. Since when did he start taking acting classes? I thought. I mean, I took drama for 3 years and even I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face after spilling that level of bullshit.
"So you're telling me," I said, picking at my finger nails, "That not only there's been a series of killings around this area, but that they're all down to Vampires."
"A Vampire. And yes, we don't know for sure, but that's what it looks like."
"And what evidence do you have that it's a-" I waved my hands around in the air, as if summoning some common sense for the man. "-An actual Vampire and not just, I don't know, a regular serial killer. Which would be so much easier to deal with."
He clasped his calloused hands together and leaned back in his chair. He had an air of distaste surrounding him as if I was the one who was speaking crazy, but maybe that was because he always looked like he'd just smelled something revolting. Wrinkled skin scrunched up unlike the smooth sheets of paper stacked on his desk; lips pursed as if he'd sucked on a lemon for four hours; small, black eyes squinted despite the large, square glasses balanced on his nose. He had a habit of looking down on people even though he was 5'6 at most. Most people would describe him as intimidating but, to be fair, most people hadn't been told by him that Vampires exist.
"I understand your disbelief." Yeah, no shit. "I, too, was skeptical at first. But the evidence I've been shown convinced me that this is no joke. I know you like to believe that we humans know everything about our world, but the truth is that we simply cannot. You're going to look into this case whether you believe it or not."
Fighting to ward off the compelling urge to sigh and tell him again how stupid this is, I nodded curtly. "So I just have to find this..." God, I can't believe this is actually happening. "...Vampire. And bring them in."
A failed attempt at a smile passed over his stern features. He must have thought he'd won. "Precisely. I'm glad you're picking up on this."
"Can I think about it over the weekend and get back to you?"
I definitely would not think about it and I definitely would get back to him--to tell him that I was absolutely not doing it.
But of course, the universe seemed to be against me all of a sudden. Or maybe it was just him. "No, you can not," he stated plainly. "I've given you this case and you must take it. It's that simple."
"But Sir, there are loads of other Detectives who can do this job. I'm sure there are more... believable cases you can give me," I argued, trying my hardest not to sound in control and totally not like I was pleading him.
He leaned forward and his chair whined under his weight. "You're right." Wait, really? "There are plenty of other Detectives who can do this job and do it far better than you can. However, I am asking you to do this, and like the fair and just man I am-" (I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at that one and, instead, just stared at the side of his desk). "-I will give you a choice: You do this case or you're out."
"Hold on," I began, gaze snapping up from the corner of his desk to those hard, black eyes, "I'm out as in... fired? For real?"
He nodded nonchalantly, not a word slipping past his thin lips. You have to be kidding me.
"That's ridiculous. This entire thing is ridiculous."
"I'm giving you a choice. Make it." He shrugged.
It wasn't really a choice, just the illusion of one. I'd worked under this man for two years by that point. He knew how much I loved that job and all that it meant to me. He knew how much I threw into it. He knew everything I'd given up to be there. And now I had to choose between discrediting my career with a Vampire hunt or losing it altogether. Options, options, options.
"You know what my answer is already."
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. "I do." He reached for a pencil with a sharpened, pointy edge and twirled it around his fingers. "But I want to hear it from you."
God, I hate this man. Trying to hide my seething rage, I gritted my teeth and swallowed. "I'll take the case."
He barely reacted, just continued to play with the pencil. That doesn't mean I didn't notice the triumphant, cocky glint in his eye, though. "You are more like me than you think, Nami."
I looked at him curiously. That couldn't possibly be true. The only similarity that we shared is both working there, and we didn't even do the same job. So yeah, apart from the massive age gap, gender difference and literally everything else about us, we were totally the same.
"How so?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.
"We're both intelligent, dedicated, hard-working." And not the slightest bit modest, clearly. "And like me, you know your place in this world and you will stubbornly defend it." He dropped the pencil onto the desk and it landed with a muffled clatter, then rolled until it hit a framed photograph of him with who I could only assume were his wife and two children. It reminded me that there must have been some remnants of a kind, young man beneath his cold, commanding demeanor--in the worst way possible, though.
He reached over to pick up a file and flicked through it until he settled on a page. I watched as his eyes scanned the paper. Just as I thought he was about to provide me with some tangible evidence of the wild claims he'd made that meeting, he spoke; "You are dismissed."
I found myself glued to my seat, my limbs weighing me down like anchors. "That's it? Are you not giving me a file on this?"
He glanced up from what he was reading for a brief second before continuing. "I'll email the main pieces of evidence to you digitally. You will be given a file tomorrow morning, once all of the necessary data has been compiled."
I didn't reply. Was I supposed to leave just like that? This man had told me that he thought the serial killer rampaging our region was a Vampire and that he was willing to fire me if I didn't take the case, all in the span of 30 minutes. And I was supposed to just soak in all that information with barely an ounce of explanation or evidence? Apparently so.
Hesitantly, I stood from my chair. A searing pain shot through my back, reminding me that I'd been sitting in a wooden chair for the past half an hour.
Captain Park regarded me for a second as I crossed the room. Hand on the doorknob, I faltered, waiting for him to say something, and when he didn't, I left the room, shutting the door behind me as gently as possible--despite the desire to slam it in frustration.
It was almost dark by the time I got home. The cerulean blue sky was stained with bright white dots, and the streets were bathed in the orange, artificial glow of the streetlights. With flushed cheeks, a running nose and icy hands, I fumbled with my keys until my apartment door unlocked, making a mental note to take a scarf or gloves in to work the next day.
I had stayed later than usual that night, finishing off any write-ups and looking through evidence relevant to a few other cases. After the meeting, I hadn't seen the Captain around, but that was for the best. I might not have been able to control my instincts for much longer.
Warmth swept through my body as I stepped in to the living room. I discarded my satchel on the floor and shrugged off my coat, folding it over the back of the couch. It was unusually empty and unusually quiet. Just as I went to search the apartment, a voice sounded from behind me.
"You're home late."
I whirled around to see Soyeon, leaning against the threshold where the living room and kitchen met. Her blonde bob was pulled into a short ponytail, revealing her pointed chin and signature smirk.
"I texted you," I said.
She retrieved her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, the blue light illuminating her face. "Oh, you did. Sorry, I didn't see. My phone is being weird at the moment."
"You gonna get it fixed?"
"Eventually."
I rounded the couch and plopped onto it, the cushions sinking beneath my weight. "Where's Jeongin?"
"In bed," she answered, following suit, "I think he has a cold."
"You should have told me, I would've brought some soup."
She waved her phone in the air as a reminder. "Again, dodgy phone. And it's alright, I got some anyway."
"Stupid school kids," I grumbled. I sighed and sunk further into the couch. Soyeon glanced over at me, concern gracing her features. "Bad day?"
I chuckled humourlessly. "Weird day."
"Not allowed to talk about it?"
I faced her and nodded. She repeated the action without a word of protest. It was different at first; Soyeon was always so eager to be involved in every part of my life, and when I told her that I couldn't disclose information about the cases I was working on for legal reasons, she got upset. But after a while, she understood that it was out of my control.
Instead, she extended an arm out to me. I shuffled closer and pressed myself into her side, inhaling her familiar scent of acrylic paint and chai tea.
"You must be tired," she mumbled.
I hummed in response, unable to muster up the energy to force words out. Her head leaned on mine, the way it always used to, except this time was an act of friendship rather than romance.
With every passing moment, my body grew weaker and my eyelids heavier, and after a while, I was unable to resist the tempting call of sleep.
The more I look at these colors the more I hate it
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