#god sorry i think i blacked out and then woke up with this monster of a piece

[yuugo]

Yu-Gi-Oh! OC Week Day 2 - Family

I'm so late but it's okay, I made up with it by writing like 2000 words...

Yansa Masaku

Sei's older and only surviving brother. His name is written as 㷔瑳 (or, "a brilliant fire like that of a polished gem".

Their family name is Masaku (劘胙).

Backstory and drabble located below the cut - it's VERY long.

Sei's Backstory

WARNING: contains mentions of neglect, abuse, disfigurement, and mentions of needles/syringes as well as plastic surgery

Sei was born the third child of a wealthy family that had already raised two very successful sons before him. An heir and a spare, as it was known. By the time Sei came into existence, his mother had already grown tired of raising children, and so bestowed upon him a name that had little love to it – "a piece of meat", otherwise known as 腊 (seki).

Born female, "Seki" was given the expectations of a wealthy young lady to always follow his family's orders and put their needs above his at all times. By the time Sei was 11, he already had an arranged husband from a similarly wealthy company lined up for him to marry once he became of age.

Sei's mother was a stern and taciturn woman, jaded from the politics of the wealthy world. His father was equally strict and known to never smile. His two older brothers were outstanding model citizens who excelled both academically and martially.

Naturally, similar expectations came to be thrust upon Sei.

Back straight, chin up. Walk in a straight line. A young lady must never be caught unpresentable. She must always be sweet, pretty, and docile. Her worth was only in her looks.

When Sei was 13, he was involved in a car accident that left his face and body horribly disfigured. While extensive medical care and surgeries were things his family could pay for in spades, Sei came to realize during recovery that neither his mother nor father once visited him. The youngest brother came by sometimes, and his older brother once or twice.

Until you are beautiful again, I don't want to look at you.

Faced with this revelation, Sei hid himself in shame and lived by himself in a family villa overseas while he recovered. He became a hermit that wouldn't even leave his room.

In that time, Sei came to be drawn to TV programs of entertainment duelists pleasing and eliciting cheers from the crowd. He was enamored with the way they dressed and their energetic charisma, and intoxicated with the thought of a crowd that would cheer and be excited just to see him. The feeling eventually manifested in a desire to become one.

However, it was a long four years of physical therapy and surgery after surgery before he could finally "rejoin" society.

Instead of joy and relief at his return, however, his mother only looked at him with sharp eyes and simply said, "I knew we should have gotten you plastic surgery sooner."

By the time Sei turned 19, his face had already been marked up to no end by sharpies, scalpels, and syringes. His mother's smiles only became warmer after each one, and he chased that feeling.

When he turned 20, his mother and eldest brother both perished in a plane crash. As the youngest brother ran around to pick up the pieces, Sei realized that the love he had been chasing after in his mother's eyes would never be fulfilled, and he subjected himself to intense surgery for nothing.

Some part of him must have already known this, however. It was a futile dream from the beginning. Instead of sorrow or grief, he only felt a crushing apathy and disappointment.

When they lowered the bodies of his mother and eldest brother in the ground, he only stared at their gravestones blankly. The youngest brother said something to him, but Sei doesn't remember responding.

In the aftermath, Sei became estranged from the rest of his family. His father, devoured by grief for his eldest son, stepped down and retired from his work, while the youngest brother took over. Neither of them checked on or cared for Sei.

But having lived a shadow of a life before this, it was nothing new to him.

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June (drabble)

It was June — it was always June when something horrible happened in Sei's life.

It was June when he moved into his cozy two bedroom apartment away from the rest of the family, in the middle of a city eons away. No one in Maiami would recognize Sei's family or his face — but no one would have known it was him anyway, after all of the surgery. That person in the folded family photo he had thrown away during packing no longer existed.

The landlord swore up and down that this was the best apartment in the city, that he was in the center of everything, and oh sir, Mister Masaku, sir, I hope it's alright for you, rubbing his hands together like the skin would peel off his fingers any moment. Sei didn't listen to him, only put down his single duffel bag of clothes and declared he'd take it.

After all, there was nothing that money couldn't buy. Even a new life and a new identity, away from that prison of a house.

It was June a year later when his only surviving brother showed up on his doorstep, when Sei had only just begun his rounds in the entertainment duelist circuit.

Yansa looked no worse for wear as he stood patiently in the doorway, looking down on Sei with his piercing red eyes. There were no bags underneath his eyes, nor crinkles in his brow, or even the faint scar of acne on his face. It was only his long blond hair, black embroidered kimono, and the scent of sandalwood, the kind Sei only smelled at the temple's lit incense during the New Year.

"Have you had enough fun?" asked Yansa, always clipped and succint, like he had somewhere else to be. Nothing had changed since they were children.

Not even the way Sei's breath caught in his throat as he stumbled for words. A crowd of disbelievers and even the sternest authority could not crack him — but for his family, cold sweat built up like the pouring rain at the back of his neck. It was always humid in June; it was the rainy season, after all.

"What do you want me to say?" replied Sei, quiet. His knuckles turned white as his grip on the door tightened, but he still would not dare to close it. "I don't want to go back."

Yansa brushed aside a few stray strands of his hair and looked disapprovingly in Sei's direction, sending shivers down his spine. "I want you to tell me the truth. What I want to hear is irrelevant."

"If I say the wrong thing, will you drag me back?" the words, to anyone else, may have felt like a sarcastic remark, but in Sei's trembling voice it contained nothing but trepidation and fear.

Finally, Yansa sighed, the weight of his gaze lifting. Sei followed the change in demeanor with a look of surprise to see his older brother running a hand nervously through his hair. Things he had never seen even after growing up together for over 14 years.

"I'm sorry," Yansa said after a long moment, his eyes distant. "I didn't mean to startle you. I didn't realize..."

"Wh-What are you apologizing for?" a tidal wave crashed into Sei's thoughts, breaking him from his stupor. At any moment, he feared his dead mother would round the corner and tell Yansa off for apologizing to him. "Why?"

Yansa reached out, the edge of his silken kimono sleeve brushing against Sei's bare arm. Then, he stopped, bit his lip, and sighed again.

"Kiki," he said, frustratingly slow. Sei could hear the way his heart almost leapt out of his chest. Yansa looked no worse for wear, as usual not even a hair out of place — only, something kept flickering behind the red of his eyes. "Can I call you that?"

"It doesn't matter to me," said Sei, quiet. He looked at the wooden floor beneath him and his fluffy cat slippers. "You can call me Seki, too, if you want."

"Kiki," said Yansa again, firmer this time. "Mother is dead."

"She died a year ago, I know."

"Yes," Yansa sighed. He combed his fingers through his hair again. "I am the head of the family now, following Chie's passing and our father stepping down."

"Chie... also died with mother in the crash."

"That means," Yansa raised his voice and Sei stepped back reflexively. At the movement, he realized his mistake, and dropped his tone to something softer again, leaving Sei bewildered. "You are free, Kiki. The arranged marriage has been called off for years now and I have no intention of marrying you off in the future."

The silence is defeaning in Sei's ears, even as Yansa stays as still as a tree in his doorway. Neither of them move.

"... I'm sorry," Yansa was the one to break the silence. He leaned forward just the slightest bit, to not startle him. "All the years gone by, I wish I could've said this sooner."

"Wh-Why?" Sei asked again. It was like he could not quite process what was going on. Something in him still had not clicked.

"I never hated you, Kiki," said Yansa, softly. He pushed his hair behind him and smoothed the front of his kimono, patting down the gold-coated thread stitched near his collar. An image of a turtle and magnolia flowers, for prosperity. "Mother only made it seem that way."

Sometimes, it was in June that something good happened in his life, even admist the pouring rain outside.

[somewhereincairparavel]

🐚 Daughter of Neptune headcanons list... 🌊 part three

Note: ahhh finally done with this unexpected series. Also, this is twice as long as the previous two parts, I got soo carried away haha, well you can't blame me, writing is so fun! This is the last part of this headcanon series, I had so much fun writing this?? Even though I had like a mini writer's block at first, I swear I started typing this part out having no idea what I was doing, but it all turned out better than I expected. This part is not just Jason x reader but it also includes so much platonic stuff with the others of the seven + Reyna + Nico. It's just so fluffy omgg. Happy reading! Thank you sm for all the notes you guys have given me for the previous two parts! Tell me if you guys enjoyed it, do you think I should consider writing more of these headcanon stuff in the future?

Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/somewhereinhogsmeade/746404816602972160/daughter-of-neptune-headcanons?source=share

Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/somewhereinhogsmeade/746489087922520064/daughter-of-neptune-headcanons-list-part-two?source=share

•After Jason woke up on the bus, he'd actually remember your eyes and voice VERY clearly. Because those were his two favorite things about you. But Hera had whacked him on the head pretty badly, so he couldn't remember ALL the details about you in the beginning, like Percy did. (I honestly wanted to make him remember you fully even after Hera wiped his memory off, but that would be too similar to Percy and Annabeth lol so I didn't want it to be cliche sorry)

•Now you guys may be wondering, what about Piper and Jason? Okay Piper would admit her feelings for him, but Jason would turn her down, albeit politely though, because it felt utterly wrong. He knew about this special person in his forgotten life, even though her figure was wispy and blurry. He never had any attraction towards Piper, she was a good friend, sure, and it didn't matter how pretty people thought Piper was, because those black Obsidian eyes of the mystery girl he was so familiar with, was alone prettier by every means. (We all love a loyal whipped Jason who thinks that a pair of eyes are more beautiful than a daughter of Aphrodite)

•He knew you were special. He knew that he didn't belong there, in the wilderness school. He knew that he was miles away from home. His real home. But the name of that home never came to him. •the moment he looked at his SPQR tattoo, though, it would bring him vigorous flashes of you and him sparring in a training room.

•Aeolus the wind god, would remind Jason of the time you and him stayed at his palace to slay Trojan the sea monster. Well, of course you went, how can you go to slay a sea monster without taking a sea child with you? Right? That was the last quest you and Jason went on before he disappeared.

Aeolus would trigger that one memory in Jason. Thank the gods for Aeolus. That one memory trigger is what made everything gush back to Jason like a tide.

•He’d remember your name, finally. His Best friend. His crush. His maybe girlfriend. He'd remember his friends from his home. Camp Jupiter. Gosh. He felt such a burst of energy simply by saying that name. Now, he felt homesick.

So you could imagine the excitement he felt, when Leo was building the argo ii. He'd practically gush about you to Leo, and even Piper would be super cool with it. Over the course of the months, Piper realized that Jason and her were not romantically compatible at all, it was all Hera’s mist. She didn't even know what she was thinking, crushing on someone who was so different from her on every level. So now Piper and Jason were like homie coded.

You were super worried after Percy told you that the new, Greek ship, the argo ii would land today. Which was pretty weird, since it meant that Jason was coming back to you. Why were you worried?

•Well, for lots of reasons, what if Jason didn't remember you anymore, what if he lost his feelings for you, what if he found someone else? The stress was real.

•Without even realizing it, you poured your thoughts out to Percy, whom you initially refused to tell about your’s and Jason's.. er.. situationship.

•Percy, would surprisingly be chill about it?? Like you were expecting some panicking now that he knew his sister was romantically involved with someone.

•Percy would calmly tell you that Jason wouldn't stop loving you, proudly pointing to himself as an example, that he never stopped loving annabeth even after the Hera Fiasco. Well. He had a point. That boy was still whipped for his girl.

•So when you locked eyes with Jason, and saw the familiar gleam in his eyes, you knew, he didn't forget. You forgot how piercing his blue eyed gaze was,because it made you feel stuff erupting from your stomach lol (blud is the definition of 🧿👄🧿)

•Without even caring about what your fellow Romans thought, Jason and you would just lunge onto each other tbh. Its canon that Jason is the best hugger ever, so it would be a rib crushing kinda hug.

•You would be SO relieved that he'd remember you and he'd be so relieved that you didn't move on.

•You guys wouldn't kiss, not yet. You still haven't exactly acknowledged your relationship status, BUTTT you do the cheesy af forehead touch thing (you could have sworn percy fake-gagged LOL)That's when Jason noticed your praetor badge, he’d be stunned, and would ask you for details, you’d simply point to the golden eagle perched at the end of the senate house and tell him that you and percy got elected after you both returned the eagle together.

He’d fall in love all over again omgg the heart eyes he’d give youuu. He knew that you were downplaying your achievements tho, so he’d secretly ask Reyna for the full details lol. (Reyna was a proud mom, so she’d give Jason ALLL the deets)

•okay so when Annabeth judo flips percy, you'd be SO taken aback lol, you’d even get a lil uncomfortable bc well that's YOUR brother getting attacked by a random girl- so initially you’d be ready af to throw hands.But after Percy starts laughing you’d realize that THAT'S annabeth. Like Percy's Annabeth. Dam, your brother was with a fierce girl.ANYWAYS, Percy would introduce Annabeth to you proudly, like “THIS is MY sister” (so dramatic and for what reason)

Annabeth would initially be very nervous around you, because, one, she didn't know that Poseidon had ANOTHER kid, gods know what havoc you and percy would cause together, two, you meant a lot to percy and she could clearly see that, an idiot could deny how much love your brother had for you, so she was determined to not mess up her reputation around you, ESPECIALLY after she the look on your face when she flipped Percy (you had a hot temper, need i mention, so without even realizing it, you had directed a very fierce glare at her, oopsie).

Octavian would again, not give up in trying remove your’s and percy’s praetorship by going “Oh there cant be four praetors its against the rules” blah blah that's where percy intervenes with his legendary “we all outrank you loser” lol

So after the group’s lunch scene where they discuss the prophecies and stuff. You, Reyna and Jason would actually talk amongst yourselves, after you guys came to the conclusion that you will have to join the gang in the argo ii. Jason would secretly be overjoyed that he doesn't need to separate from you anymore but you guys would still be sad that Reyna wouldn't be able to come.

This also meant that you would have to give your praetorship up. Gosh your positions in camp Jupiter somehow never stuck permanently, you'd even joke about that. And Reyna would have to handle Camp Jupiter by herself now that all three of you left, But Reyna assured you that it wasn't your fault.

Okay enough with the plot yapping I did. Bc if I continue it would go on for ages. The main reason you're here is because of reader x jason and I'm kinda deviating from that a little.

It would actually take so long till you and Jason get alone time on the argo ii because of group discussions and coach Hedge lol But you both would meet at the deck at like 2 AM (this kinda reminded you both of the times you and he would sneak out to explore New Rome at night.) That's where you both could feel the tension in the air lol. So many unresolved and unrequited feelings on both ends, how would you approach that?

But thankfully, being best friends first gave you guys an upper hand to moving forward in the relationship very quickly. You'd just start off talking about each other's respective journeys in your respective camps. He'd tell you about the quest with Leo and Piper, and you'd tell him about what went on in Camp Jupiter while he was gone.

That's when you realize that Jason looked a little different than when he left. His hair was Messier, a little longer, no more neatly cropped, his azure eyes sparkled when he spoke of Camp half blood, and the war games they had, how different it was from Camp Jupiter, etc.

But instead of feeling upset about how much Jason enjoyed the other camp, you'd feel relief. Relieved that Jason no longer looked stressed anymore, he'd always held this fatigue in his eyes, while he was at camp Jupiter , it was no wonder, considering the politics he'd had to engage in to prove the worth of the twelfth legion, his leader duties + vigorous training had tired him out, but now, some of the fatigue his eyes held had vanished.

Camp half blood seemed to be the place for him. Now you were itching to go to this mystery camp your maybe boyfriend AND your brother seemed to love so much.

Jason would be super nervous to tell you that he liked it better at camp half blood, and that he secretly wanted you to come and stay with him there though. Because he felt like he was betraying his Roman life. He felt like he was betraying your past.

So when he'd tell you, he'd just yap and yap about it out of nervousness. That's when it happened. That's when you kissed him. You would just pull him in. Period.

He'd be super flustered at first, neck reddening and all, but he'd just lean in and be so into it (he's a neck grabber, fight me) You'd think that as a military dude, the guy would be a bad kisser. Hell no. His dad's the chief of getting all the bitches, he ain't letting his son embarrass him by having no charm lol

OH OH and speaking of the old man, The moment your's and Jason's lips met, you would hear a clasp of thunder and see huge steaks of lightning explode in the sky.

You had to admit, the thought of your dad's watching as you both kissed made you feel weird lol

But if Zeus had hated you so much, he would've zapped you to electrons by now, and if Poseidon had hated jason so much, he would've drowned him. But thankfully, neither happened.

After lots of long deep conversations (and kissing)You both would reach the decision that after the whole gaia situation is over, you'd both stay at Camp half blood, but, you'd both return to settle in New Rome as you grew up. I mean, it's Camp Jupiter that you both dislike staying in, not the city itself. The city is paradise for demigods.

But the fates ruined it, so despite gaia’s defeat (No leo is alive and well here okay) after Jason took up the responsibility of building shrines for minor gods, he had to go back and forth between both the camps.

But you, Reyna, Hazel and Frank would help Jason with the minor gods in Rome, While Jason took care of the Greeks. This made his job a tad easier.So the downside was that you kinda had to do long distance for a while AND you hadn't even visited camp half blood yet (Which got on Percy's nerves, the poor boy wanted to show you around his Camp and cabin SO badly, but the fates never left you or Jason alone. The Romans always had duties in front of them.)

But because you, Reyna, Frank, Hazel, Annabeth, and even Leo helped Jason with the shrine stuff. The job got done a lot quicker.

You both were finally at peace.So as a celebration to finishing the shrine project, Percy and Jason DRAGGED you to camp half blood and had the whole day spent with all of the 7 (including Reyna and Nico).

When I tell you, you've never had THIS much fun ALL your life omg.

You never got to bond with Leo, Piper or Annabeth properly because of the war, and stuff. But today? It was like you guys have been friends since forever.

You played capture the flag, You and Percy used up your water shenanigans to put on the most dramatic fountain show EVER (Annabeth was right in her judgment, you both were completely chaotic together) she realized how fun you actually were, not even half as grumpy as you looked. After you and Percy caused a huge avalanche that almost turned into a hail storm (which was prevented by wind boy Jason) Leo told you guys to stop flexing your fancy shmancy weather powers.

Piper taught you guys how to surf, which only ended in You and Percy somehow splattering water on each other and you aggressively tackling him into the bottom of the ocean, WHICH ended in a chaotic “who can swim faster?’’ competition between you both, You both were SO dedicated that you created a huge bubble to bring everyone into the bottom of the ocean to spectate (Frank turned into a sea urchin though lol)

You and Percy ended up in an argument over who won. Mind you, if you read part one, you'd know that Percy and you have this ability to telepathically converse with each other underwater, but only you both understand, so it would end up looking like you're making strangled fish noises to the others. Nico, Piper, and Leo were absolutely hysterical. Jason was amused but so clueless. Hazel was mortified, while Annabeth and Reyna hoped you and Percy didn't kill each other. And Frank? He was still an urchin.

Also, since You, Jason, Percy, Annabeth, Hazel and Frank would all go to New Rome College together, you guys would have SO many double dates together omgg.

I forgot to mention, you met Tyson and Percy's new little sister Estelle, so now your sibling group has expanded even more.

did i mention that percy and you would have matching dolphin plushies? yeah. he'd have the blue and you'd have the grey

Tyson would love you sm omg :( he'd keep making you stuff every time you showed up in camp half blood.

Also, Sometimes when Percy and Annabeth would be busy, You and jason would so babysit Estelle (which Sally would adore) Jason would so take Estelle flying.

can I just take this moment to emphasize how much Sally would care about Jason?? Like after hearing jason’s erm tragic past, Sally would get so protective of him and give him sm food and everything :( Jason would get a little emotional too. Like you can just see his eyes tearing up whenever Sally hugs him :(((

Even though Reyna joined the hunters, You and Jason would make it a point to see her at least Every two weeks. She'd be so proud of how far you and Jason had come, even after the long break that temporarily had your relationship on hold. Now Reyna could sleep peacefully lol since the poor girl had seen you both hopelessly pining for eachother since you were like 9 lol

She had listened to you telling her that you weren't good enough for Jason to like you back, AND him telling her that he wasn't good enough for you, after all.

Okay after you guys got older, because of the amount of services you and Jason had done for Camp Jupiter, you guys would end up receiving such a cool house in New Rome as a gift (it's like the least you deserved for all that you've been through lol) It would have a fancy Roman bath and everything. and even better, it was not far from where percy and Annabeth were living. So it was a win win.

You and Jason would totally iris message Nico at least once a week, you both were basically proud parents when you see Nico all lovey dovey in a relationship with Will. (Is this how Reyna felt seeing you and Jason? Maybe, yes)

Also, you and Thalia met not long after she came to Rome to check out the minor god's shrines. She loved you, like almost immediately, Jason iris messaged her atleast twice a week, so he told her all about you. So Thalia would be SO happy that someone was treating her lil bro right. He deserved that.

Speaking of family, Zeus had just grudgingly accepted that you were his son's girlfriend lol Poseidon would actually be a little chill about it. He wasn't as judgemental as his brother. But just because you and Jason were dating didn't mean that your dad's didn't stop having a go at each other lol

But you both would make it a point to start aggressively kissing eachother whenever you spot statues of your dad's placed next to eachother. Simply to piss them off. And it works. Every. Single. Time.

You would hear a clasp of thunder each time you do this. You and Jason would just look at eachother and burst into giggles. It was a tradition now between you both.

Sometimes Jason would still look at you like you were made of stardust, and vice versa.

In the end, you and Jason were what people called “Childhood Sweethearts”

[jesterofcringe]

Peaceful mode Enderman!Lottie x Reader

[sorry guys i literally have zero words for myself either,, this was meant to be satire and then i got super carried away 😭]

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★You had gotten back from a long mining session and you wanted nothing more than sleep. You had no idea how long you were gone for, all you know is that you left during the morning and now it was close to midnight.

★To say you were exhausted was a bit of an understatement.

★You dragged your feet all the way home, slammed your door open, and flopped onto your bed. Though, despite how agonizingly tired you were, you couldn't quite shut your eyes. A tiny voice rang in the back of your mind;

★"You cannot sleep right now, there are monsters around"

★God. Damnit.

★You definitely weren't in the mood to fight any mobs. It was so dark out and you really wanted nothing more except to go to sleep. Plus you were almost certain you hadn't seen any mobs on your walk back from the mines. But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep unless you checked.

★As you grabbed your sword, you poked your head out of your doorway. There didn't seem to be anything there, until you walked around to the back of your house, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sight of someone being there.

★Well, less someone, more something.

★She was tall, freakishly so, with a cat-like tail that swished and wrapped around her legs. She tilted her head, not quite in your direction, but enough that you could now see her face. Long black horns sprouted from her forehead just beside her bangs, and her eyes were a deep shade of purple.

★Aw fuck. Enderman.

★You jumped back and immediately stared at your feet. You hadn't made eye contact quite yet, but you knew she had noticed you as she turned in your direction and made a small sound you couldn't understand

★"Vmp?"

★She was completely peaceful, so you knew you didn't have to fight her. And you certainly didn't want to, as you took all your armor off before getting into bed. You let your sword fall to the ground as you combed through your inventory for anything else you could use. You stopped as you spotted a red flower you picked up on your way home from the mines.

★"If I give you this flower will you go star gaze literally anywhere else?"

★You held it up to her and she made another small sound as her claws wrapped around the stem of the flower, and she promptly teleported away.

★The next morning you woke up to your house completely surrounded by flowers.

★Utterly dumbfounded, your head swiveled around as you searched for another player having played an extremely pathetic prank on you, but to your surprise you spotted the Enderman from the night before. You glanced in her direction, careful not to make eyecontact.

★"Was this you?"

★She seemed to nod, and her tail swished around excitedly, before she once again teleported out of sight.

★You had never been an Enderman enjoyer, but this one was alright.

★The temporary fascination brought by your newfound garden was washed away when you remembered that you had to trek back to the cave to collect the ore you had gathered on your expedition from the night prior. You groaned and grabbed your backpack as you head out the door.

★It was going to take at least two trips you quickly came to realize, as you left a large chest full of loot in the front of the cave. You could only fill your backpack with one, and you almost considered leaving the other there. You needed it though, so you sucked it up and started filling your inventory with half of the loot from the large chest.

★You were thinking about how to organize the loot when you got home, but before you could open the door you heard a familiar teleporting mob appear behind you. You didn't turn around, as you weren't sure how close she was and didn't want to risk eye contact, but you could hear her place something down behind you. A large hand pat the top of your head, before she teleported away.

★Turning on your heels to see what block she had placed down, you were starstruck to see your chest with the rest of your items. You were gonna have to thank her somehow. And probably invest in a pumpkin head.

★Not long after that, you found yourself with a nice companion. Whether directly behind you or following from a distance, the Enderman was always near you to some degree. The company was pretty nice as it could get considerably lonely being as far out in the server as you were.

★"Do you have a name?"

★She paused for a moment before spelling something out in the sand.

★L-O-T-T-I-E

★"Oh," you hummed, "That's pretty cute actually."

★You knew that Endermen couldn't really smile, but it seemed that if could've, she would've.

★She was a great building partner too. Endermen were kind of known for picking up and placing blocks at random, so she actually really enjoyed helping you with builds. She helped you place blocks in areas you couldn't reach, or she would let you sit on her shoulders for extra height.

★She HATED when you went on mining trips because it was really difficult for her to go with you, so it was pretty common to come back and see one of your builds fucked up to some degree.

★"Dude... why is the library covered in dirt blocks? You know for a fact I can't get that down."

★":)"

★"...You did that on purpose didn't you?"

★":)"

★Before you could ask her to take it down, she teleported away. The library has been covered in dirt since.

★You had a bit of a slip up with a creeper one night, and got pathetically close to meeting death. You heard the hiss moments too late, jumping back just in time to keep yourself from dying but not in time to keep yourself from losing a significant amount of health.

★The blast sent you flying until you were lying on your back in the grass. Everything hurt, and you seriously considered just laying there forever. Until you heard a very concerned Enderman screech.

★Before you could even begin to process what was happening, you were being scooped up by strong arms. You were totally beat, and absolutely not going to fight it. You squeezed your eyes shut and snuggled into her chest as you she teleported both of you back to your house. Your health slowly regenerated as she frantically teleported around in search for a healing potion.

★"Lot, I'm fine, don't freak yourself out."

★":("

★"Lottie please-"

★From then on she followed you around a lot more often. She quickly became pretty overprotective, opting to walk with you rather than to teleport just so she could keep an eye on you.

★Just to be an asshole, though, she would sometimes teleport you both back home the second you reached your destination just so you were forced to walk with her more.

★More often than not you were woken up at absurd hours of the night because of Lottie. Less because of the fact that you couldn't sleep with mobs around, and more because of the way she liked to lay on top of you like a giant cat.

★"LottieIcantbreatheicantbreatheicantbREATHE-"

★Did you know Endermen could purr? Well you did now.

★The first time it happened it surprised the hell out of you. It was down pouring outside, and as such you let Lottie hide from the rain inside your house. You were combing through your old books when you felt her arms wrap around your waist as she rested her head on your shoulder.

★"What are you-"

★"rrrrrrrrrrrr"

★Oh.

★Fuck that was really cute actually.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Dom! Reader, sub! Donna

Reader is a new maid/butler working for Donna who is secretly a vampire(not like the dimitrescu but different like she can survive any climate). She wears contact lense to hide her red eyes from her. Donna is unaware of all of this and continues to her things. Reader can smell her blood and she's obsessed with it. One time couldn't take it anymore, during night time she goes to her mistress' bed. Donna woke up seeing her standing in the middle of the night with her red eyes and she's terrified. Reader proceeds to drink her blood, she is savouring all of it so it was a slow process. Donna felt her blood draining and she's losing consciousness there's also tears in her eyes at this point. Donna didn't stop her but rather let her continue, the truth is that she's been in love with reader for quite sometime but is afraid to approach and even confess. Now she wanted to please her by making her drink her blood, maybe she'll love her as well. Reader stop drinking and looks at the semi conscious Donna, with all of her strength Donna proceeds to kiss her and then fainted. Reader felt guilty and took care of her until she woke up 3 days later. Reader apologised for what she did to her that night and they kiss.

Note: can you follow the story if it's ok with you, if not it's okay as well.

Happy ending plss

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Red eyes, red like blood

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Vampire! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, blood, reader POV

Word count: 7.540

Summary: She can't know I'm a monster....

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

She is not a suitable vessel for Eva…

Those were the first words I heard when I woke up from a dream that seemed eternal. I remember the golden glow of that mask, I remember being at the mercy of the priestess Mother Miranda.

I can't remember how I got there and what happened. I only remember the thirst, the hunger, my heart beating strangely.

After all, I was just a naughty girl who had a penchant for entering the dark places of the village. My parents always said that the Black Gods would punish me for my insolence. They were right.

I couldn't say if it was a punishment, or a gift, as the witch told me after talking about complicated technicalities, about parasites that I didn't understand. I could be clear about one thing. I was no longer the same.

 (Y/N) had changed, forever.

The mirror made me understand that great change, the red eyes that shone terrifyingly on my face were no longer mine, but from that moment on, they would never stop being mine. My skin turned pale, my head ached with every sound that was heard in that old laboratory. The thirst was unbearable.

“What am I, Mother Miranda?”  I asked the woman with the golden mask, that kind of living legend that led the village, that emissary of the Black Gods we had to venerate. The woman looked at me out of the corner of her eye, trying to write something on a piece of paper.

I couldn't make out the letters, I couldn't know what was written on that note, I could only look at her hands, those pale hands that let her veins be seen, the places where her blood flowed.

I got nervous. I fidgeted and tried to move. It was in vain, I was tied up.

“I suppose you're thirsty,” the witch murmured with disinterest.

I nodded, noticing how my lips cracked, how my body longed to fill that horrible emptiness.

“Mother Miranda… Could you… Give me a glass of water?” I asked with a broken voice. The blonde smiled and shook her head, searching for something among her belongings.

I didn't know what horrible things were in that place, I could only see her blood flowing through her body, my eyes never leaving every inch of her pale skin.

“I don't think that's what you want, (Y/N),” she whispered, extending a glass with a thick, red liquid towards me, one that made my eyes focus on it, my hands untie themselves from their bonds to reach it.

“Gods… What?” I said confused, looking at the already empty glass, flooding my mouth with that characteristic ferrous taste, the taste of blood.

“Better?” she asked, pushing that delicious liquid away from me. The thirst subsided and my mind cleared.

What had I become?

Miranda tried unsuccessfully to talk to me about what had happened, about the things that had happened to my body. I soon realized. I stopped listening to her scientific explanations.

I was always a great reader, a lover of mystery, of creatures of the night. It didn't matter what I called it, it didn't matter what kind of disease had taken hold of me. Only one word echoed in my mind, a terrifying word that repeated itself over and over again: Vampire.

Drinking blood, immortality, heightened senses. It was that disgusting mushroom, but what mattered was what I had become. I was a vampire, and I would be forever.

Luckily, or unfortunately, the priestess didn't see a threat in me. She didn't see the danger in my eyes, the way I looked at the veins on her neck. She simply let me go.

“What will I eat, Mother Miranda?”

“You can eat whatever you want, but if you want to live, you need blood.”

“Won't I die in the sunlight?”

“You're not a vampire, (Y/N).”

It was a lie. I was, there was nothing else I could be.

“What’s going to happen with me, Mother Miranda?”

Her hidden gaze darkened at that last question, as if she really didn't care but at the same time she was wisely pondering her decision, my destiny.

“Have you ever worked as a maid, (Y/N)?” she asked, with a sinister smile, one that even made a creature of the night like me shudder.

And so, after a time I couldn't calculate, my life became a hunt, trips to the forest in search of small animals to feed on.

She let me go, but assured me that I would return once I learned to control myself. According to her, there was something I could do, a mission for me, a job that would allow me to stay away from the village, but at the same time, close to her.

One witch, four Lords. That was the level of power in my old village.

My friends dreamed, fantasized about obtaining the grace of the Gods and serving one of them. Not me, they terrified me. But, now turned into a monster like them, now under the control of the owner of that place, my purpose, the task that was entrusted to me in that second and eternal life, was to serve, to serve a Lord, the veiled lady in black, Donna Beneviento.

According to Miranda, she was the youngest of the Lords, she was sick, she was erratic and lonely. For a newborn monster like me, it was the perfect place, a secluded place, surrounded by forest to be able to feed, a place to live in the shadows, just like the doll maker.

“Mother Miranda sends you, you say?” that sinister puppet, the Angie doll asked.

Lady Beneviento was sitting in front of me, with that puppet on her lap asking a thousand questions, making me believe that my presence was not welcome. It seemed the lady didn’t even know about my nature and I could not blame her.

In a last act of mercy, Miranda gave me some strange objects, ones that hid the reddish color of my eyes. I could ask her many things, but I didn’t want to.

Why not tell her daughter what I was?

Why her?

No, no question made sense. No question was going to fix my transformation. There was nothing that could cure me.

Vampire

“Yes, my lady,”  I said kindly, feeling strangely comfortable in that place, thinking that maybe being a maid wouldn’t be that bad, even if I was the maid of what all the villagers said was a monster.

“Why would Miranda send someone like you? We don't want maids,” the doll said, with a different tone, darker, the distorted voice of Lady Beneviento, you were sure.

“I don’t question Mother Miranda, my lady,” I said, lowering my head in respect.

 I was still afraid. I still trembled to have a woman like her in front of me. I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel her fear, her rejection, was it another ability?

“Mm,” a different voice that came out of that black veil murmured, while the doll lowered to the floor and the lady stood up, approaching me slowly.

I was nervous, could she feel how nervous I was?

“There is something weird about you...” she whispered with a hoarse, melodic voice, being close, too close to me, as if she was trying to observe me, as if the mere fact of meeting me was already warning her that I was a monster.

“Weird, weird!” the doll shrieked, her voice getting louder, approaching my almost frozen figure with clumsy steps.

“I, I guess we all have something strange inside us,” I said, downplaying her suspicions, making a vague and clumsy attempt at joking.

Something that was not a good idea.

“Are you laughing at me?” the lady asked, with an aggressive tone, standing up to reaffirm her position in front of me, a simple villager, a villager who wasn’t what it seemed.

“No, my lady, why would I do that?” I asked letting my new instincts to run away, not occupy my mind. Everything, the smells, the sounds, everything was overwhelming for my head.

“Tell me, (Y/N), why would Mother Miranda choose you to be my maid?” the lady asked, moving away, as if something had scared her.

 Maybe it was my nervous breathing or maybe she could see the darkness inside me.

“I don't know, my lady,” I said with a muffled voice, broken by my desire to attack, to run, to let out that stress by hunting again, far from that place.

“You’re lying,” she whispered, coming closer again, clouding my senses with her floral perfume, one that almost made me dizzy.

“Lying, lying!” the squeaky Angie repeated.

“Start talking, villager, tell me why you're here,” the lady in black demanded, moving away again, making her dress dance in an almost hypnotic way.

“I… Well, I…” I stammered, searching in my head for a way to keep the secret.

Yes, I was a monster now, but that didn't mean I wanted Miranda's golden claws to pierce my heart.

“I wanted to, I wanted to steal something valuable from her,” -I said, being completely sincere. After all, that's what I snuck into that cave for. I was never a friend of the law, even if it was the law of a sinister and supernatural cult. “Mother Miranda caught me and… Well, she condemned me to serve you, my lady.”

“Uh-huh,” the lady said, with disinterest, moving impatiently. “Serving me is a sentence for you, then.”

“Yes, I mean, no,” I said quickly, confused and nervous. “I'm just, I'm just trying to redeem myself from my sins.”

“I see…” she whispered, indicating to the puppet to stop harassing you with its sinister gaze. “Upstairs, you will stay there,” she said after a few seconds of tension.

“Thank you, my lady, you won’t regret it, my lady,” I said happy to have been able to comply with Miranda's demands.

Yes, I was happy to have pleased her, why? I didn’t want to think about it.

“Make me some tea and shut up, your voice is annoying me,” my new lady ordered, not wanting to waste any more time with me. Once again, I couldn’t blame her.

“Well…” I murmured to myself, watching the lady walk away, disappearing into the darkness of that mansion. “How nice…”

Sighing, calming my nerves, I climbed the indicated stairs, staying for a moment, paralyzed, looking at the portrait hanging on the wall.

It looked like the lady in black, the doll gave her away. She was a truly beautiful woman, with pale skin and bright, cold eyes. Questions came back to my head as I looked at the stoic pose of that woman.

Why are you covering yourself?

“What are you looking at?” a voice asked behind me, one that startled me. I turned around, putting myself in an involuntary attack stance.

Lady Beneviento, who was mysteriously watching me from the bottom of the stairs, stepped back upon hearing the small hiss that escaped my lips.

“My lady,” I said to reassure myself, hiding my hands, which already revealed horrible claws coming out of my nails. “I was, I was looking at the painting.”

“Why? Why?” Angie asked, in the arms of her owner.

“Because… I was curious,” I whispered, letting the truth come out on its own, allowing sincerity to appease those sudden urges to kill.

“Curiosity…” the lady began, with a mysterious tone, bringing one of her hands to the black cloth that covered her face, pulling it away, letting me see that familiar face, the face of the portrait, deformed by a horrible scar.

“…Killed the cat,” I finished, with a thread of voice, surprised to see the face that nobody knew. I could think she was a monster, but I didn't, I thought she was… Simply beautiful.

“Do you have something to say?” she asked with an annoyed voice, with her only eye shining with hatred, nervous, dangerous.

“No, my lady,” I denied with the most sincere voice possible, letting the first impression of her beauty speak for me.

“Tea, ora,” she murmured, relaxing her posture, without stopping looking at me, staring that beautiful gaze into mine.

“Yes, my lady,” I answered with a bow, relieved by the sound of the heels on the wood, by seeing that dark shadow disappear again.

I didn't start off particularly well in that house. Everything was dark, strange, disturbing...

I couldn't stop thinking about what was wrong with that woman, why she seemed so strong, and at the same time her gestures betrayed fragility. That curiosity that began to thrill me was unhealthy, dangerous, only increased at the same time as my hunger, my thirst.

During the day, I was just a maid: washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, nothing worth mentioning. Many of those days, I didn't even coincide with the lady in black.

Was she avoiding me? She possibly was.

She was a Lord, she wasn't just any woman. It wasn't just any house.

At night, my wild side appeared. I couldn't feed myself during the day, I couldn't. I had to take advantage of the fact that the sun didn't illuminate the bright eyes that hid behind a couple of strange objects.

When the darkness was not just a metaphor, and the forest was quiet, I took advantage of the opportunity to run, to hunt animals, to quench the horrible thirst I suffered during the day.

Maid by day, monster by night. If I had been luckier in life, I would surely have written something about it.

Time passed, my thirst was quenched. There was nothing strange in my life, there was nothing that made me think about Miranda's motives for sending me to that house. Donna was never there, Donna didn’t exist. She was a ghostly, elusive presence.

But even so, little by little she got used to my presence, to not using her hands to point out something she wanted, to using her voice without using irony, without showing me again and again that I was a simple nuisance.

“(Y/N),” a voice woke me from my involuntary dream, from my nightmares in which the color red occupied each of the places my mind visited.

“Ah!” I screamed, moving defensively, with the unpleasant sting of those lenses burning my eyes. It was her, the lady in black, who had unconsciously placed a hand on my shoulder, causing me to sit up abruptly.

She stepped back, frightened by my reaction. Discreetly, I looked for some sign of my nature that would have given me away. I didn't seem to have any claws and those annoying lenses were still burning my eyes. I had simply been scared.

“Oh, I... I... It's, it's true, the tea, I...” I said hurriedly, trying to forget those red nightmares, ones that reminded me of how thirsty I was.

“No, wait,” she whispered, lowering her gaze, playing with her nervous hands. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Have I done something wrong?” I asked, controlling my breathing, trying not to look at the lady's neck, one that at certain hours of the afternoon became tempting.

“No, I... I wanted to ask you some questions, if it's okay with you,” she said with a soft, elegant voice, letting her hands go of in that nervous way, not daring to look me in the eyes.

“Questions? Yes, yes of course,” I said, still confused, with the red still tinting my field of vision, with my lady's floral perfume making a dent in my thoughts.

“Va bene,” she whispered, sitting on the other side of the sofa, not letting me see her bright eye, one in which sometimes, just sometimes, I lost myself. Nervous, she cleared her throat and sighed. “You weren't in your bed last night.”

“No,” I said, frowning. A dangerous statement, a phrase that I already knew, that I didn't want to contextualize, I didn't want to explain why.

“That's not a question, my lady,” I joked, hoping that this small, minuscule increase in confidence between the two of us would serve to relax the inevitable tension in the environment.

“I know,” she said, without laughing, without smiling. “I've been trying to talk to you for several nights and you're never here,” she explained in a serious tone, with her hands playing nervously in her lap again.

“Talk to me?” I asked strangely, placing myself on the sofa, avoiding a hungry hiss from slipping through my lips.

“I'm the one who asks the questions,” she said, with a stern tone, with a cold, almost angry expression.

“You're not asking them, my lady,” I murmured, with an amused smile, relaxing her breathing with my words.

Again, she didn't understand my desire to make her smile, to discover that smile that I had once imagined was as beautiful as I thought.

“Where do you go at night?” she asked, looking away.

I was always a funny girl, and, to be honest, I had to be thankful because my transformation didn't erase that aspect of my personality.

“Why do you want to talk to me?” I asked back, with an amused look, with a light in my smile that hid the fervent darkness that burned in my guts.

“Forget it,” the lady sighed, getting up with a furious gasp, muttering words that I was unable to understand.

I immediately regretted my attitude, getting up and grabbing her wrist. She froze.

“I'm, I'm sorry,” I said with a soft voice. “I didn't mean to make you nervous.”

Yes, I knew her attacks, her crises, the problems that darkened her mind. Little by little, I began, unintentionally, to find similarities between her and me, too many.

“You're very good at that,” she whispered, with a mocking, ironic smile, one that wasn't even half as beautiful as I imagined. That smile wasn't worth it to me, I wanted a real one.

“I guess I’m that way,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Lady Beneviento shook her head and turned away, gently removing her hand from mine, as if she didn't want to do so.

“I should have imagined that a thief like you would be that shameless,” she murmured, with a different tone, strangely amused.

“I've stopped stealing,” I sighed, remembering that my actions were the ones responsible for that thirst that was getting worse little by little.

“Really?” she asked distrustfully, studying my gaze, my gestures and the tremors with which my body asked for me to drink. “So tell me, where do you go at night?”

“To the forest,” I answered too quickly, slowly losing control of my actions, looking again at my lady's neck, at that beautiful neck… I shook my head to stop my impulses and smiled in a false, fake way.

“To the forest,” the lady repeated, with her eyebrow arched. “The forest is dangerous at night.”

“Not for me,” I said, clenching my hands tightly for letting out those mysterious statements that would surely give rise to more questions.

“I see,” she whispered, moving nervously, moving away from me, as if she were afraid of me, as if, deep down, she knew who, what I am.

“What did you want to tell me?” I asked, thus breaking another of the hundreds of tense moments like that.

“I… I wanted, I wanted to apologize,” she finally said, daring to look into my false eyes, ones that seemed innocent.

I didn't answer, I just kept my face of ironic surprise and nodded slowly, letting her continue, if she wanted to continue.

“I know that... I didn't treat you well at the beginning,” she said, with a voice so low that it was increasingly similar to a whisper. “Um, understand me, I've been... I've been alone for a long time and...”

“I understand, calm down, I know it's not easy to deal with a change in your life,” I said, putting on that tone of an understanding girl, one that unintentionally revealed my own worries.

The sun was setting and my throat hurt from thirst. She was too close to me.

“Well, thank you, I, wanted, wanted to thank you for being here with me,” she whispered again, getting a little closer, letting me see her delicious neck better.

I had to shake my head again.

“You, you're welcome, I'm… Well, to be with you is not bad at all, even if you come at night to say kind words to me,” I joked, taking a small step back. Finally, I could finally see that smile.

“During the day I'm usually busy,” she explained without me asking her, without that beautiful smile fading from her face.

“I’m busy at night,” I said, shrugging, holding my hand discreetly so it would stop shaking.

“I guess then we'll never meet,” she said amused, taking a step forward, the step I took back, the step I needed to get away from her. I was too thirsty.

“It’s a shame, I like meeting you, my lady,” I said softly, breathing deeply.

Her face relaxed, but she didn't lose her smile, she simply reached out her hand to my cheek, her eye focused on mine.

She was thoughtful.  I could hear her blood flowing through her veins, a comforting, but dangerous sound.

“Donna, stop with the my lady thing,” she whispered in a timid voice, before her hand brushed my skin, moving away with a shy smile and quickly, giving me one last mysterious look.

“Donna...” I sighed, still intoxicated by her floral perfume, by her hair, by her hands...

It was time to hunt.

That conversation was a turning point. Our routine remained the same but with small changes. Smiles were much more common, the time we spent together was longer, the conversations more interesting.

My mind was always weak to beauty and little by little I became obsessed with hers. Falling in love is an easy task, but being a monster in love is not that easy. Despite my approaches, something about me continued to scare her, as if that lack of confidence was still part of the environment.

Cooking, cleaning, spending time with Donna, hunting, eating, drinking, sleeping, starting over.

My new and cursed life wasn't bad at all, after all.

“Did you never learn?” the lady in black asked.

It was one quiet morning when I was keeping her company in the old workshop. As I said before, those encounters stopped being coincidences. It didn't matter if she was looking for me, or if I was the one who wanted to see her.

“Mm, not really,” I said amused, shrugging as I saw the lady working on her dolls and looking at me accusingly for not knowing how to sew.

“How strange, normally villagers like you are born almost knowing those things,” she said, concentrating on a fabric she was sewing slowly, with an almost hypnotic skill.

“Oh, of course, so I could sew the stinky clothes of a fat-ass husband, right? How predictable,”  I said jokingly, but with an internal resentment that reflected the slight annoyance those words caused.

“I didn't say that, I just said that I find it strange,” she said, with a more serious tone, stopping sewing to look at me intensely.

“Don't you find that a villager like me tries to steal your Goddess strange?” I asked amused, resting my elbow on the table, taking the fabric that the woman in black offered me, concentrated.

“Hold this, per favore,” she murmured, seeing that I had indeed listened to her.

I nodded indifferently, holding that fabric with my arms outstretched as she cut it with scissors.

“What happened to your dress?” Donna asked when she finished her work, roughly grabbing one of my sleeves, pulling me unconsciously.

“Oh, well I must have caught myself on a branch,” I lied, knowing it wasn’t the reason for that tear.

My runs, my jumps through the forest while hunting were starting to be evident in my clothes.

“You are very careless, (Y/N),” Donna said, with a slightly dark tone, sewing the fabric again.

“That's just me,” I said amused, pointing at myself. She looked at me and smiled, shaking her head, letting the air out of her lungs with a tired, melancholic sigh.

“Ah, cazzo,” the lady protested, letting the fabric go and bringing one of her fingers to her mouth.

“What…?” I asked, being unexpectedly attacked by a sweet aroma, by an attractive perfume that made my pupils dilate, my vision blurry and the red color being the only thing I could see.

A perfect red color, blood that spilled almost imperceptibly from her hand. I didn't know if I was dreaming, but that feeling was as if I could fly, that red color was the purest I had ever seen, the most appetizing.

“What's wrong, Donna?” I said nervously, trying to come back to myself, trying to ignore the pleasure of that ferrous and sweet smell, one that mixed with the floral perfume that always accompanied her.

“It’s, it's nothing, I stuck myself with the needle. How opportune, just when I was scolding you for being careless...”

I knew she was talking, but my ears couldn't hear her, they could only hear a tiny drop of blood falling on the old wooden table, one so small that only I could see it.

“I'm going to wash up, excuse me,” she said, getting up from the chair, holding her injured finger and going to the next room.

I could lie, I could say that I didn't do anything, that I waited patiently for her to come back, but I didn't.

Grunting, I approached that little drop of blood, soaking my finger with it. It was very small, but I could still feel its warmth, its smell, that voice calling me from that red place, urging me to commit a sin.

Not even the sweetest of rabbits could compare to that taste, not even the fiercest of wolves had that intensity. It was divine nectar, it was almost magical, a love potion, a soft taste of copper and flowers.

My finger swam in my mouth and its flavor impregnated my tongue. I had been drinking animal blood for a long time, I never hurt anyone, I never wanted to.

But that almost paradisiacal smell forced me to do it, that attraction to Lady Beneviento's blood that had crossed the limits of curiosity.

Sweet, bitter, intense… And very, very fleeting. That taste left me soon, that sensation of tasting the nectar of life left my body trembling. Her taste left me, her smell didn’t.

Then I knew what her blood smelled like, how appetizing it was, how pleasurable it would be when it went down my throat. If I could go back, I surely would not have licked her blood, I would not have caused more problems to my cursed body.

She came back, free of the red stain on her hand, of that smell that stopped being perceptible to become something subtle, something fantastical that surrounded her. I could hear her heart pumping that delicious liquid. I could see her veins swelling with that blood, with that ambrosia.

I had a horrible day. Unwillingly, I moved away from Donna to avoid feeling the urge to see her bleed again, to stop looking at any sharp object, to stop running my tongue over my fangs every time she was near.

Luckily, night came, and with it, my time to quench my thirst. Surely this way I would forget about her blood, about the taste that made me see stars, reach a pleasure that I thought was impossible.

I couldn't do it. I ran, jumped, almost flew to dig my claws into the animals, to sink my fangs into their skin. The sensation of warm blood in my mouth was enough to quench my thirst, but it was disgusting.

That blood was wild, impure, imperfect. It lacked the flavors, the nuances of Donna's little drop of blood. It had nothing to do with it. There was a too great gap between those two flavors.

Furious, I dedicated myself to looking for more creatures, one a little more similar to that divine flavor. I didn't find it, I never tasted that sweet flavor again, that pleasant flavor of the blood of the lady in black.

Time continued to pass, and I, naive, believed that what they said about time and sorrow was true. I thought that the memory of that flavor, of that purity, would disappear with hours, days, weeks. It wasn't like that.

Guided by my sick obsession, I began to pursue Donna, to look for her when she felt like cooking, when she worked with her dolls. They were two dangerous situations, which sooner or later would cause her delicious blood to leave her body again.

But Donna was not just any woman, she never was. She was caring, skilled, she calmed my anxiety with her smiles, with her soft accent, with the words that praised me almost without me realizing it. I could only think of red, of her red.

I couldn't even hear the voices of my heart, of that human side that remained intact, of those screams that repeated to me over and over again, that I shouldn't hurt Donna, that I loved her.

Yes, I may have loved her, but love was something that my condition as a cursed girl left in the background. I loved her, I needed her, but first, first I wanted one thing, only one thing: her warm blood in my mouth.

Desperate, anxious and nervous, I lost control of my nightly hunts, I tore apart innocent creatures, I drank the blood of ever larger beasts so as not to have that horrible need to feed on the woman I loved. It didn't work, nothing worked, only her, only her perfume, her neck, her eye, her smile, only she could calm my desires, only her blood could calm my thirst.

I returned home empty-handed, I was not able to kill, to drink. My body rejected that impure blood, it was no longer good for me, my mind rejected it, repudiated it. I didn't want to drink that disgusting blood, and if I couldn't drink hers, I wouldn't drink any.

It was madness that darkened the sanity of my mind, my logical thinking, my animal instinct for survival.

Even her face, her stoic gaze hanging in that portrait called me, even my eyes searched for her neck in that old painting. I ran up the stairs, locked myself in my room, took off my lenses, and looked myself in the mirror.

My bright red eyes reflected my thirst, my breathing and my gaze reflected the monstrosity that slowly took over me. But something strange caught my attention behind my monstrous body, something that was on my bed.

A dress, a seemingly new one, brought me out of my bloody visions. I frowned and brought my trembling hands closer to the small paper note that was on top of that new garment.

I hope you won't be careless with this one, (Y/N)

Thanks for making my loneliness disappear.

Love, Donna.

“Oh, okay,” I groaned, reading the note over and over again, bringing it closer to my face to sense the floral perfume that invaded my room. She had been there, she had made me that dress, she had contaminated my room with her tempting essence.

A nervous smile formed on my face, my heart was beating loudly to be heard. I should have fallen madly in love, but I didn't. There was only one thing in my head, a horrible tremor in my hands almost made me tear that note.

I felt stupid. If I had drunk that night, I would never have left the room.

My gaze stopped smiling, my body stood up on its own, slowly picking up that new dress.

“At least I'll do it in your honor...” I whispered, not really knowing what I wanted to say, the wild part of me was the one talking, the one moving my hands as I took off my torn dress and put hers on. It smelled like flowers, it smelled like her.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. I couldn't see a girl, I couldn't see myself, I only saw my red eyes, I only saw a beautiful dress put on a monster.

I closed my eyes, hoping to wake up from that nightmare, from what my body was asking me to do and had begun to.

Like a zombie, like a ghost that always follows the same path, I went down the stairs. The gaze that used to smile darkened, my throat, sore from thirst, forced me to hiss unpleasantly. Darkness enveloped the old mansion, but I didn't need light, I needed blood, her blood.

The basement was even darker, but it was no problem for my monstrous body, for my anxiety, my uncontrollable thirst. I could follow her trail. I let myself be carried away by the scent of the flowers, which was more and more intense.

I arrived at my shameful destination, at that wooden door that separated my integrity from my monstrosity. Donna was there, my precious desire rested peacefully behind that door.

A sinister creaking accompanied my body walking inside that windowless place. I could see her, she couldn't.

She was... She was like a painting, like a muse, like an angel. A woman like her, dangerous, sick, beautiful, was even more so when sleep invaded her body, when her expression was completely relaxed.

I took a step towards the bed, then another, and then another.

The old wood was that telltale element that stirred the brunette, blinking confusedly, looking everywhere, remaining paralyzed when she met me.

“(Y/N)?” she asked sleepily, rubbing her eye. Maybe she thought she was dreaming, maybe she thought it was a nightmare. I wish it had been just that, a nightmare. “Your, your eyes…”

“Donna,” I said, with a deep voice, bringing my hands to my face, rubbing my red eyes that had not gone unnoticed by her. “Look, I put on your dress.”

Quickly, with a frightened movement, Donna reached out to the switch of the small lamp on the bedside table. The lady sat up and blinked several times, disturbed by your pose, by your voice.

“Did you like it? I'm, I'm glad to know it,” she stammered with a false smile, unable to hide her fear, her gaze frightened by yours. “(Y/N), what are you...?”

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I jumped onto the bed. She screamed in shock, but my strength and speed were no match for hers.

I climbed up her body, immobilizing her arms by her wrists while my breathing mixed with hers. Her gaze caused a pang in my soul, that terror, that fear it caused her should have made me feel guilty. But it didn't, I should have drink in the forest.

“What are you?” she asked, stopping fighting my hold, looking at my eyes, the red color I needed, at my fangs involuntarily showing when I was so close to my prey.

“I don't know,” I answered, with a tear running down my cheeks, a tear that came from the good side of my soul, the side that stupid Mother Miranda hadn't been able to corrupt. But a tear wasn't the same as the desire to stop. “But I do know what I need…”

I didn't waste any time. Slowly, I grabbed her head, leaning it back, leaving her neck completely at my mercy. Donna was screaming, saying things I didn't understand but I wasn't able to hear her, I could only hear her blood waiting to be drunk by me.

It wasn't a scream, nor a shriek. When my fangs sank into her flesh her body shuddered, but she stopped, she didn't continue fighting. I moaned as my desire was satisfied, as I felt that warm, tasty, divine liquid in my mouth, in my throat.

One drop was enough to obsess me, obsess me until I got what I wanted. I was not sorry, its flavor was pure, intense, sweet… It was nothing I had known before, nothing I had ever tasted before.

I moaned with pleasure as I felt all the nuances of its flavor, as I felt how the corners of my mouth were stained red, her red.

It was sweet, addictive and strange. A drug, a desire, a treasure, it was everything and nothing at the same time, it was the meaning of existence itself, the name of pleasure, of flavor, of life.

As my thirst diminished, my desire increased. I wanted to have it all, to drink it all, to never stop feeling that comforting sensation, that wonderful flavor, those images that soon disturbed my head.

Aprite la porta, lasciateli entrare e fateli felici con i vostri sorrisi…

The voice of a girl, a little girl singing interrupted the overwhelming pleasure I felt, forcing me to to taste that blood more slowly, hoping it would travel a little further, that its flavor would transport me to Heaven itself.

Miss Donna, if you don't eat, Angie will be very sad...

A man's voice came to my mind, it couldn't be her. It couldn't be blood. A vampire feeds on blood, not memories, my desperation, my desire to get that unique flavor was surpassing my own abilities. It seemed as if, as if I were sucking her soul.

I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. Without realizing it, I was comfortably lying on top of the lady, her arms hugging me, her hand caressing my head made I feel much more comfortable while I emptied her body, while I let her blood bathe my senses.

You like the maid, you like the maid…

A squeaky, mocking voice interrupted that peace, that relaxing and erotic moment, that continuous flow of her blood traveling through my throat.

Angie, shut up, she can hear you…

I sighed, taking a breath to continue my feat. Something inside me stirred, something was calling me, claiming me, interrupting me while I felt the greatest pleasure of my life. A warning I ignored at first, with an annoyed moan, snuggling against her body, letting her hands caress me, her soft touch accompany  my action, my sin.

A cold breeze woke me from my reverie. It was no wind, there was no such breeze, there was nothing, nothing. The grip of her hands on my body faded, the hand in my hair stopped caressing it and collapsed on the mattress.

Then, I woke up. I pulled away from her wounded neck abruptly. Her blood didn't taste so good anymore. It seemed like that the purity, that essence was fading at the same time as her embrace.

I blinked several times to look at something other than her blood, I looked at her. Donna Beneviento, Lord, servant and adopted daughter of Mother Miranda was pale, breathing with difficulty, her eye dancing erratically, her body almost unable to move.

Finally, I realized. I was enjoying that taste so much that I forgot about my heart, that I forgot about the danger of drinking without limits, I forgot that I had put her in danger.

But her gaze, although dizzy and sore, moved to mine, her hand clumsily raised passing over my face, over my face stained with her nectar.

“So... That was it...” she murmured with a weak voice, unable to sound clearly. Her smile was terrifying, it was sweet, it was calm. There was no longer fear in her gaze, only serenity, pride and... Love.

“I, I don't...” I said nervously, shaking my head, studying her condition, calculating how long I had been enjoying my desires. It was too long.

“Shh, hey, no, it's okay,” Donna said with that agonized voice, without stopping looking at me, making an effort to continue caressing me. “If this makes you happy...”

“Donna, why? Gods, I've gone too far, why didn't you stop me?” I asked nervously, putting a hand on her wound, letting the temptation fade, her life suddenly put before my thirst.

“Sono... Sono innamorata di te...” she whispered, with that same agonized tone, with her hand wandering aimlessly over my face, confessing something I didn't know I didn't understand until I saw her smile widen, her breathing weakly agitated.

“But, but Donna... I…” I said nervously, pressing hard on her neck, trying to keep that ambrosia in her body, where it always had to be.

“I, I don't care… Nothing matters to me but seeing you happy… If… If this makes you love me, I will… I will do it without hesitation.”

“No, no, no wait, wait a moment, no, don't fall asleep, wait,” I said nervously, seeing how her gaze was lost again, how after that confession her body didn't seem to want to keep fighting.

“I, I love you…” Donna whispered, grunting from the effort she made to get closer to me, to lean her head very close to mine, gently placing his lips on mine, kissing me softly, unexpectedly, as a last act of love before succumbing to her lack of blood, one that I caused.

“Shit, no, no please… Don't do this to me… Gods, forgive me Donna, please… No…” I said desperately, running my hands through my hair when the lady lost consciousness, letting herself fall on top of me.

I shook her shoulders, studied her soft breathing, listened to her heart through her chest, I wanted her to live, I wanted me to pay with my life for hers.

She didn't move, she didn't answer, she had fainted, but, luckily, that was all.

I hated myself, I insulted myself. I even scratched my face in rage. I wanted her, I loved her and the creature that lived inside of me was going to kill her. I cursed Mother Miranda, I cursed the village, I cursed Donna for being too beautiful, her blood for being too tempting.

I stayed with her in my arms, swinging on myself, looking for that floral scent that was about to disappear, because of me.

“Please… Wake up,” I whispered from time to time, cradling the brunette in my arms, wishing the coldness of her skin would disappear, healing her wound, swearing to myself that I would never, ever do it again. “Please… I love you too…”

I had no choice but to wait. I couldn't say how long, it seemed like an eternity to me, one more to add to the list of sentences in my life.

Finally her body moved and stopped turning pale like a soul in torment. After a time that I couldn't determine, Donna had come back to life, the life that I almost took.

“Oh, Donna, Donna,” I said nervously, with a big smile. “Okay, okay, no, don't move... Wait, wait, you, you must be hungry...”

I didn't wait for her answer, I quickly captured her deadly lips in a quick kiss, one that no longer wanted to be red, and I ran to the kitchen.

“Here, eat this, it's, it's a steak,” I said, entering the room again. “It, it will be good for you.”

The lady looked at me confused, in pain from the wound on her neck. She was already fully awake, but her gaze was confused, disoriented.

“(Y/N)…” she murmured with a hoarse voice, lacking strength while I sat next to her, offering her a glass of water and the plate of food.

“Shh, eat and shut up, I, I put some garlic on it, just… Just the way you like it,” I said, rubbing my hands, seeing how hers were shaking. She was so weak that she couldn't even eat. “Wait, let me, let me help you.”

I fed her in silence. My body moved nervously, my conscience traveled between joy and guilt and her eye, her eye was fixed on mine.

“Those are your real eyes, aren't they?” she asked with a soft voice, causing the fork to tremble in my hand.

“Yes,” I whispered, scared by the cold tone of her voice. “Do you want some water?” I asked, bringing the glass closer to her.

Donna nodded, without taking her gaze off mine.

“They're beautiful,” she said, now with a tired smile. The glass, again, trembled in my hand.

“That's not true, I'm a monster,” I admitted, saying out loud the truth that I was not able to verbalize.  “I Almost, almost...”

“You didn't,” she interrupted, with her skin color more normalized, with a little more light in her eye.

“You kissed me, Donna, you told me you loved me,” I said, changing the conversation, focusing on what really mattered.

“I didn't want to leave without you knowing,” the lady said, sighing, looking at me, looking for that answer that came again in the form of a kiss, a loving sigh, regret, letting a monster like me express emotions that were not suitable for it.

“I love your blood, Donna,” I said confused, wanting to confess, to express my guilt and at the same time the desire to live love with her. “But the love I feel for you is the only thing that could quench my thirst.”

[yumenotambourin]

do all 3 mouses for the character ask or im shaving elfilis 🪒🪒🪒

I'M SORRY I WAS TRAVELING YESTERDAY AM I STILL IN TIME TO SAVE THEM???

🩷First impression🩵

Elfilin

Very cute! I thought he was quite bland before release already, but I was like 100% sure that it was because the twist was gonna be that he was mass produced.

And then after finishing the game I had a little phase in which I hated him because he was super fucking plot important, yet he didn't do anything and this made me angry, lol

Forgo

As soon as my eyes landed on it, I thought it was Elfilin after some horrific experimentations. But then they showed the actual Elfilin lmao. I thought it was really cute and I didn't want to fight it, thank god it transformed before we fought it. Then I was just awestruck.

Also my mom randomly asked me what it was and I didn't know what to say so I just said something like "a mental parasite species"

Elfilis

The first thought that crossed my mind after seeing them was "oh god they have my exact favorite color scheme I'm gonna be obsessed with them, aren't I?". Breathtakingly beautiful, of an angelicity(?) never seen before from Kirby. Throughout April 2022, I occasionally woke up in the morning wondering wether they were just a dream. The fact that something like them existed in the Kirby universe was astonishing to me.

🩷Impression now🩵

Elfilin

I still think he's severely underdeveloped, but I'm more cool with that now. He's cute and silly and fun, he's a nice contrast to Forgo, and generally an adorable sidekick. Tho I wish there was more of him.

Forgo

Baby. It's very cute, strikes pretty well the balance between creepy and goober, and the superior gemini in my opinion. I like putting it in situations :3

Elfilis

A MOUS!!! As magnificent as the first time I saw them. Except they're now my muse, my guardian angel. My view of them has kinda shifted from "stereotypical perfect lifeform" to "the embodiment of life itself", which kinda recontextualizes them, especially given how hard each mous fought to stay alive, and I find that very inspirational.

I love Elfilis.

🩷Favorite moment🩵

They don't have that many moments so uuuuh

Elfilin

Finding the Light! Perfect way to end the mouces' arc, and goes to show how much of a sweetheart he is.

Forgo

The iconic "everything shall be consumed" is iconic

Elfilis

The only thing that they do, their boss fight 😭 it's stunning and I find myself replaying it more often than normal

🩷Idea for a story🩵

Elfilin

Definitely a plotline where they tackle that he can learn something from Elfilis and/or Forgo as well. I don't like how y'all treat him like he's perfect.

Forgo

I'd like to see it getting used to living a normal happy life :3 the baby has suffered enough

Elfilis

ELFILIS PROLOGUE PLEASE!!! About how they attacked earth and stuff and their capture and maybe even Neichel cameo!!!

(I will not let you forget about Neichel)

🩷Unpopular opinion🩵

Elfilin

As I said before, I hate when people make him out to be this little goody-two-shoes without a single flaw who's juts the embodiment of niceness and kindness and will always do the right thing. Like no??? It's not all black and white! Let him be a proper multilayered character! Let him make mistakes and learn from others! Let him learn from his literal other half!!!

Forgo

Whenever someone says that Forgo is Elfilis an angel loses their wings. Starting from the fact that the game heavily implies if not downright states (I'm on plane I can't check I forgor) that Elfilis = Forgo + Elfilin, why would anyone choose to take two different characters in different situations with likely two different outlooks (ELFILIS WAS SPLIT INTO TWO FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLOT!!! ELFILIS HAS THE HERO OF THE STORY INSIDE THEM!!!) and reduce them to a single, more limited being? Plus, most people with this headcanon are also the "Elfilis/Forgo is pure evil and an irredeemable monster!!!!" people who also really piss me off. Like yeah okay YOU chose to headcanon the traumatized baby and the insane mous as the same character. YOU are the one taking away all the nuance they could possibly have. Also as I said before THATS A TRAUMATIZED BABY!!!

Elfilis

I strongly dislike the headcanon that Elfilis absorbs other creatures into their dna. I feel like it ruins a lot of the charm they have, at least for me, by making their ethereal presentation be stolen from other creatures rather than it just being who they are. Also, while I am a Good Elfilis defender, I love the idea of them destroying planets for fun. It just goes to cement how otherworldy and above it all this creature is. So yeah, I feel like this headcanon takes away a lot of their appeal for me personally.

I also don't like when people make them always angry and grumpy, like do you realize half of them is Elfilin?

🩷Favorite relationship🩵

This is entirely headcanon-based as the mouces don't really interact with anyone besides Elfilin with Kirby

Elfilis and Elfilin and Elfilis and Forgo. More than the three of them together, I prefer each baby mous with Elfilis on their own.

I'm gonna briefly summarize my hc dynamics for them cause I love mice.

Elfilis and Elfilin - Elfilin

As I said before, Elfilin's feelings on his big sibling are very conflicted. On one hand, he feels safe with them, and looks up to them. On the other hand, he fears them. The fact that they just wipe out planets without second thought disturbs him. Although he'd never admit it to himself because he loves them so much. Elfilis, however, is very much aware of Elfilin's feelings. And as much as they're devastated by the guilt of having hurt their little ones so much, they dismss Elfilin's compassion as naivete due to his young age and time spent with the beasts. They're sure he will outgrow it one day and see his superiority, ans in the meantime they remind him that he's their little one and that they'll always love him.

Elfilis and Forgo - Forgo

Forgo sees itself as nothing but a temporary form of Elfilis, unworthy of being seen as anything but. And it's not taking this whole "coexisting with the actual Elfilis" all that well. If the actual Elfilis exists, what purpose does Forgo have? This sends them down an existential crisis. Elfilis doesn't like that. And they're desperate to help it break free from these beliefs. Also, Forgo always saw Elfilis in a very idolized way, as a ruthless monstrous destroyer. But that's not all there is to Elfilis, they can be a little silly sometimes. And Forgo is SEVERELY disappointed. It often calls them an idiot and then feels bad about it because nobody should be reproaching the almighty Fecto Elfilis. Also it exclusively refers to them as "Great One".

🩷Favorite headcanon🩵

Elfilin

Can I be honest? No fucking clue. Maybe that Elfilis teaches him how to fight?

Forgo

I'll make it quick so as not to repeat myself, that it sees itself as nothing more than a temporary form of Elfilis.

Elfilis

The idea that they have no motivation is very important to me. Specifically that they do things purely out of enjoyment. That they're just a force beyond our comprehension who sees everything as insignificant and is just trying to have fun.

ALSO THAT THEY LOVE EACHOTHER VERY MUCH!!!

[thebigbiwolf]

Starvin' Darlin - Chapter 2

Pairing: Not quite friends to lovers Astarion x OC/F!Tav

Chapter Summary: Seeing Evelyn with Gale stirs up some unfamiliar and VERY unwelcome feelings in Astarion. And for some reason, she graces him with a midnight visit. I'm terrible with summaries but here's what's in store for you:

* A bit of possessive!Astarion if you squint

* More pining

* More biting

* Deep DEEP emotional constipation (my personal favorite)

Fic Tags: Minor spoilers for Act 1, The Bite Scene, Emotional slow burn, Angst, Teasing, Frottage (god I'm sorry), Pining, This is my first ever fic so idk how to tag things appropriately but you get the gist.

Fic Warnings: Eventual Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Dubcon (I cannot stress this enough), Bloodlust/Loss of control, Mentions of blood, lmk if you need anything else tagged.

Read on AO3: Here

Word Count: 5k

A/N: School and life have been kicking my ass but I finally got around to finishing this chapter and I couldn't wait to post it! I'm having so much fun writing in Astarion's POV. Huge thank you to my bestie @imaginarydromedary for being the best beta ever and for your endless patience with me.

The morning that follows that fateful night in Evelyn’s tent goes rather well, all things considered.

She approaches Astarion first. A pleasant surprise, considering they could hardly look at each other after he ravaged her the night before. 

He looks over the novel he had been skimming, Shanties for the Bitch Queen . Admittedly, not one of his favorites, but reading material was scarce these days. He closes it with a soft thud and rises to meet her, all pleasant smiles and perfectly coiffed hair. 

“Good morning.” he says, a curious tilt to his head. 

She looks a bit more pale than usual with faded, grim circles forming underneath her eyes. Her bun is a bit unruly, some strands falling into her face and parted by the wine-dark bone of her horns. She either didn’t sleep well or is still reeling from the anemia. 

The bruise he administered had spread and darkened, plainly visible even under the black ink of her tattoos. It seems she found no use in hiding it, then. Very well. It’s not like they keep extra scarves laying about the camp, anyway.

“How do you feel?” he asks, gently. He doesn’t mean to provoke her, but his curiosity is getting the better of him, and the slightest hint of shame is beginning to burrow its way into his conscience. Ugh . He thinks he prefers the tadpole.

“A bit woozy.” She responds, “I woke up this morning with the intention of asking you how one usually fares after being drained, but then I remembered,” she stops herself when she realizes what she’s about to say: I was your first. Unspoken, but lingering between them . It makes him want to laugh; A woman with a reputation such as hers acting so bashful .

“It’ll pass,” he reassures, “Just be glad I’m not a true vampire. A bite from one of them and you might wake up as a vampire spawn, like my good self. All of a vampire’s hunger, but few of their powers.”

“Speaking of hunger,” Evelyn says, realizing she’s famished. She turns from him and begins making her way towards the campfire. Finding that only charred logs and old cinders remain, she runs the black tip of her boot through the ashes with the intention of stoking the fire back to life, dust clouding, then dispersing before her.

He follows closely behind, observing. She seems well, all things considered. A bit out of sorts, but nothing a bit of rest couldn’t cure.

“You know, I had considered bringing you an apple,” Astarion starts, hovering by the pit, “Leaving it by your bedside before you rose for the day - ever the gentleman, but,” he clears his throat. 

That newly recognizable twinge of something is curling its way back into his chest, causing him to squint in discomfort. 

In truth, he didn’t know how she would react to him encroaching on her space. Not after that dreadful attempt on her life. He is a monster, after all. That, and she had already been so insufferably forgiving. Such kindness is likely to reach its end sooner rather than later.

“I - erm, didn’t want to disturb your rest.” is what he finally settles on. Polit , he thinks, Best not overdo it.

“That would have been nice of you.” She says it quietly, more to herself than to him.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea how nice I can be.” The flirtation sneaks its way out of him on an impulse. He’s about to apologize, something he seems to be doing a bit too often for his taste, when out of the corner of his eye, he catches one of their companions making their way towards them. 

“It appears we have company.” Astarion sneers, “And here I thought I was going to have you all to myself this morning.”

To the elf’s surprise, most of them were quick to come around to the idea of a vampire spawn slinking about. Especially once they found themselves in the middle of an ambush, and Astarion very quickly made good on his promises to her. 

Newfound strength coursed through his body, her blood weaving threads of heat through his veins as if it were his own. His speed was unmatched, cutting down half a dozen goblins before they had a chance to wail.

 It was exhilarating . 

The day flew by in flashes of red. Despite the many unnecessary stops Evelyn insisted on making to help undesirables, Astarion’s emotional high managed to remain relatively intact. That was, until their group settled in for the night.

As most of the others retired to their tents, the elf prepared for his nightly ritual: sifting through his collection of tomes and selecting one to read under the stars - his favorite way to end the evening. 

It was supposed to be perfect. Uneventful. Quiet .

But, there was Gale: lost in thought and muttering to himself, or maybe to the conjured image of some woman’s head floating above his hand. Astarion may have been able to ignore that in itself, but the sound of light footsteps drew his attention. 

Evelyn was approaching the wizard. 

He scoffs. Of course Gale was showing off in hopes of procuring her attention. The man was practically putting on a damn light show in his desperation. It’s not enough that the wizard eats valuable items they could be using to pawn for coins, but does he really have to be such an unbearable distraction as well?

“Pretty,” he recognizes the word as it leaves her. The sound of their chatter was too faint for it to carry its way to his beautifully pointed ears, but he could just barely read Evelyn’s lips at this angle.

Gale startles, dropping his hand along with his focus. The woman’s visage vanishes. He looks embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably as he no doubt explains himself in some horribly mundane fashion.

Astarion returns to his book, scanning over the page, but the words refuse to settle in his mind. He stares at the ink, willing the sentences to fill his head with anything other than the nonsense unfolding in front of him, but his focus stubbornly remains on the chattering pair.

Gods, he’s talking her ears off. 

At any moment, Evelyn will dismiss the man, embarrassing the hells out of him, which will make for an excellent show. That in itself is enough reason to keep watching. But the longer this goes on, the less he’s sure. 

She seems to be enjoying their chat, nodding in agreement at Gale’s words, listening to him without so much as a hint of impatience. Gale then steps behind her, a bit too close for the likes of an average, friendly conversation. His chest almost touches the woman’s shoulder as he moves into her space, the cloth of his nightshirt just barely grazing her. 

Something within Astarion begins twisting in protest. His thumb runs over the long-forgotten page in circles. The rough texture reminds him that yes, he was supposed to be reading, or at least attempting to look disinterested, but he can't will himself to turn away.

Gale smiles softly down at her, then begins to move his arms in a way that could only be described as a poor imitation of a wounded bird. Purple light emanates in front of the two of them in response. More magic tricks. Of course. As if that would be enough to impress the woman who’s supposedly been at the receiving end of every imaginable courting attempt in Faerun. 

Astarion rolls his eyes, content to continue his chapter of The Realm According to Bumpo, before he notices Evelyn following suit, imitating the very same motions. She, however, has a grace about her, unlike the bearded beast at her side. Her movements are quick and decisive, abandoning all flattery for precision. The burst of light emanates from her palms, just as it had for the wizard.

She looks pleased. Elated, even. This is the first time he’s seen her smile since she made a fool out of him in her tent, caressing his body and reveling in its reaction, like he was some sort of toy. Though her expression looks different to him now. He can’t quite place his finger on why.

He swallows, attempting to alleviate the tightness in his throat. 

A purple aura starts radiating around them, dancing and swaying in waves, as if the two were surrounded by a flowing channel of lavender, smelling of rosewater; the sun setting over a dark ocean. Even from a distance, the sight pulls at something inside him. An unwelcome ache settles within his chest.

Evelyn turns to the man next to her, unaware that they’ve been drawn closer by the magic enveloping them. She tilts her head back to meet Gale’s gaze. The way he’s looking at her, the flecks of gold in her irises locked with his: deep, brown, and moving, makes Astarion’s skin itch.  

He finds himself wondering what color his own eyes were before his transformation. Were they so seemingly honest, so trustworthy in their melanism, before they became what they are now? Sharp, red, and tinted by bloodlust. Wouldn’t they be boring? 

“You’re staring.”

He’s pulled from his brooding by the sound of Shadowheart’s observation. He hadn’t noticed her approaching him, distracted by that sickening, sweet smell. “Or has the tadpole gifted you with the ability to telepathically commune with books?”

“I’m simply admiring our wizard’s talents.” Astarion says, dismissing her with a wave, “Making sure all those expensive boots and rings haven’t gone to waste. It would be a pity, wouldn’t it? Unnecessarily sacrificing clothes that may have suited you while you’re having to traipse about in a tin can?”

The cleric snickers, “I see. Is that why you look like a kicked pup? Or, are you upset that your master’s replaced you with a new lapdog?” 

He slams the book closed. The sound surprises Evelyn, and the magic surrounding her and Gale dissipates. 

He doesn’t dignify Shadowheart with a response, nor does he spare a second glance at the others before retreating to the quiet solace of his tent.

”That wretched little…” He grumbles to himself as soon as he closes the entrance, tossing Bumpo atop the other novels in his collection, all piled haphazardly on the small desk occupying a corner of his living space. 

This type of reaction was unusual for him. Astarion would normally be happy to engage in petty banter. The more scathing, the better, but Shadowheart had somehow weaseled her way into a tender area. It left him feeling exposed, and a bit nauseated at the idea of allowing someone so clearly beneath himself, at least in terms of wit, to get the better of him. 

Taking a deep breath, Astarion focuses on releasing the tension in his jaw. Best not to let this ruin his entire night, he reasons, before lighting  several half-melted candles littering his quarters. Their flames emanate a soft, golden glow, and the process is meditative enough to finish soothing him. 

He doesn’t have watch tonight, so he allows himself some extra comfort, removing his shirt before sinking down into the soft furs of his bedroll. Astarion closes his eyes to trance, thinking the extra rest will do him some good, but the image of Evelyn rushes back to his mind -  the way her soft lips parted in surprise, realizing her and Gale’s close proximity, and how his gaze flitted down to her mouth in return..

The wizard should be wearing a damn collar around his neck with how she commands his attention. It’s pathetic.

It couldn’t be a matter of coincidence, surely. She must know the effect she has on the man. If Gale harbors feelings for her ( yuck ), even if it were the result of close quarters, Evelyn could use it to her advantage. She had just revealed the effectiveness of similar tactics to him last night, and a powerful wizard would be a powerful ally. 

Whereas, Astarion is just… a vampire spawn. Not even a true vampire. A slave. A nobody.

He rubs his face in frustration. The Sharran did have a point. Astarion may have an insatiable appetite, happy to receive all matters of attention from whatever suitors decide to shower him with it, but what about her? What if Evelyn found him less interesting, less worthy of her time and, subsequently, her protection? 

No. His ego balks at the suggestion. 

Besides, he had felt her lust for him not 24 hours ago. It moved through him as though it was his own, and the taste of her still lingers on his tongue. He heard the hitch in her breath - felt it under his own lips, and reliving the memory still stirs a familiar hunger within him. 

Though, they still haven’t spoken about it. 

The usually quiet, insecure part of him wonders if she’d just rather forget it altogether. He could empathize with that, at least. It’s easy enough for him to imagine their last encounter may have left her feeling disgusted, used.

Guilt worms its way back into his mind, cozying up right next to his tadpole but oh, so much worse . 

He hasn’t felt like this since the beginning of his servitude. He assumed the emotion had been neglected long enough to be left entirely behind him, overshadowed by the threat of whatever new, interesting ways Cazador would think of to torture him at the mere suggestion of disobedience. But here, in the thin veil of safety he’s allowed himself to believe shrouds him, he aches. 

It’s unbecoming.

Instead of resting as he should, Astarion isn’t quite sure how much time he spends ruminating on ways to quietly rid the party of Gale, before he hears the faintest rapping at the canvas of his tent. 

At first, he believes he imagined it, and gives the noise little consideration before settling back into his trance. But then, he hears it again: quick, rapid tapping. A knock. 

It surprises him. He hurriedly moves to stand. In the faint glow of the candlelight, the shadow at his doorstep dances against the closed fabric, smaller than himself and horned. A visit from Evelyn at this hour? Strange.

He undoes the ties and opens his space to her. 

Her hair is undone, dark waves falling over her shoulders and obscuring the marks he gave her. She’s wearing the same clothes she wore to bed last night, the very same black breast band. It smells as if it's been washed, though, with no lingering scent of her blood. Her loose, matching trousers settle high on her waist, just above her navel. She looks exhausted. 

Being run ragged by the events of the day while also having to contend with a missing pint or two of blood may have had more of a negative effect than anticipated. 

Evelyn doesn’t say anything at first, but he catches her eyes glancing at his bare chest before retreating back to his own, cementing themselves there. He raises an eyebrow at her, smirking, and thinks about teasing her. The temptation threatens to get the better of him, but he refrains, not wanting this unexpected visit cut too short. “Need something?”

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Her stare is unwavering, a commitment worthy of admiration.

“Right this way.” Astarion bows slightly towards her, an arm raised behind him to gesture her inside. She steps past him, careful to not brush against his exposed skin. He closes the entrance behind them, shutting out the ambient noise and drowning them in silence. His space is large enough to accommodate himself and his essentials quite comfortably, but it's infinitely smaller with her here.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you.” there is a hoarseness to her voice. She must have woken up just before making her way over.

“No, actually. I was just catching up on some reading.” Not entirely a lie. He had been reading at several points tonight. “What is it you want to discuss? I’m assuming there’s a reason this couldn’t wait until morning, not that I mind.”

“It's about you.”

Oh. No midnight gossip, then.

"I’ve been thinking about how we’re going to continue feeding you.”

“You’ve been up all night tossing and turning because you're concerned about my eating habits?” he responds, unamused, and crosses his arms.

“I have not been tossing and -” she’s about to argue with him, he thinks, but her exasperation causes her to lose her concentration. She breaks eye contact, distracted by the toned curves of his biceps, then snaps her gaze to the floor. “Would you please put on a shirt?”

“Ha!” His laugh is humorless. “I’d like to think we’re well past the point of propriety. Besides, you're in my tent.”

Evelyn pinches the bridge of her nose. “I knew this was a mistake.”

“Come now, darling. Why are you really here?”

She sighs in frustration, as if he should already know.

“I wanted to talk about last night.”

“Ugh, I’ve already apologized. What more do you want?”

A moment passes in uncomfortable silence. He can practically hear the gears grinding in her head as she searches for the right words, and he'd give anything to reach out with his tadpole and take the unfiltered thoughts from her mind. Instead, he takes pity on her.

“Unless, you’re looking for another nibble?” 

It's a joke, a way to clear the tension from the air. Entirely unserious.

She doesn't laugh.

Instead, she looks around the room: first at his assortment of decorative pillows, then to the empty elixir bottles piled in a corner, anywhere but himself. "Well, I - I don’t know.”  She clears her throat. “I just figured after today’s performance, it may be for the best.”

Wait. What?

He stiffens, so taken aback by her suggestion that the elf almost believes he’s still mid-trance. 

“What?” 

“I may be willing to help you again, when necessary.”

She has to be joking.

“You’re joking.”

“No. I’m serious, if it would help.”

“It would.”

“Then, yes.”

They stand almost toe to toe, Astarion once again absorbing her warmth. He hadn’t noticed their height difference the first time they did this, too busy devouring the poor woman like some deranged beast, but it's notable here, on equal footing. Peering up at him, her nose aligns with his collarbones.

"Tonight, then?" she asks.

"Eager, are we?"

She shrugs with indifference, "Just in case we run into any trouble at the goblin camp tomorrow."

The very picture of practicality. What else did he expect?

"Alright, then."

"Alright."

That nagging sensation begins to tug at him again - the very same one he felt as he had stepped out of her tent last night. A weak but unshakeable tension, like a magnet, uncomfortable as it is alluring. The force of it draws his body closer to hers where she stands, hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Underneath her calm exterior, Evelyn’s heart is pounding. Though her breaths are steady, controlled, he can hear it from where he stands. For a moment, those are the only sounds filling the space between them, until the tiefling speaks up.

“You’re tall, for an elf.”

An oddly-timed observation, but a true one. His brother, Petras, was always outwardly envious of him for it. Though, he's not sure why it sounds so flattering coming from her lips.

“How kind of you to notice.” 

She scans the room, searching for something, until she spots the table. Her fingers run along the dark ringlets in the wood, tracing the hardened puddles of forgotten wax, until they reach his heaping pile of books. She taps her fingertips on his leather bound copy of Bumpo . 

“May I?” 

He nods, unsure of what’s been asked of him. 

Evelyn gathers the novels in her arms before piling them carefully onto the floor in a few leveled stacks, clearing the space. ”That should be enough room for one of us to sit,” she says, evenly. 

Then, there is a heavy silence; anticipation. It hangs in the air thick as smoke, twice as suffocating. She's only taken a few steps from him, but it’s as though she’s crossed an ocean. The distance between them begins to develop its own gravitational pull, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

“Whatever’s most comfortable, dear."

The tiefling nods, then plants herself on the table’s surface, legs hanging over the edge. Evelyn is now eye-level with him, her irises glossy; catching and reflecting what little light dances off the few remaining candles beside her.

She tilts her head at him, expectantly. Her face remains neutral - practiced, as though she feels nothing at all; as if she isn’t trying to drive him mad.

She’s back to playing her little games.

Fine.

Astarion’s posture straightens as he strides towards her, confidently closing their distance. He places his hands at her sides, not quite touching her, but still close enough to feel the heat emanating from her body, even through her clothes.  

“Now, where would you like it?” The question sounds innocent enough, but the double meaning is not lost on her. 

Her grip tightens at the table’s edge, knuckles whitening. 

His head tilts downwards, looming over her like a predator, and the scent of vanilla invades his nostrils. The sweetness settles on his palate before spreading across his tongue, coating it with a rum-like burn. He runs the flavor over the sharp edges of his teeth.

"I could do it here," he whispers, dipping his nose and running the tip of it along her nape. He quietly revels in how she prickles beneath him, her body betraying her feigned indifference.

"Or, here." One of his thumbs trace the flat of her wrist in slow, circular motions, causing the pulse beneath it to flutter.

"Or…" His other hand slides atop her knee, fingers gripping and parting her thighs just slightly…

She snaps them shut.

"Just do it, dickhead."

He hums a laugh. 

“As you wish.” 

The cool brush of Astarion’s lips on her neck has Evelyn’s heart racing, a frantic drum beating against his ears. It’s just as intoxicating as he remembers, threatening to muddle the edges of his mind. “Just try to keep still for me.” he whispers.

The warning is sincere, but the stubborn woman misinterprets him. Thinking he’s toying with her, she opens her mouth, intent on insulting him, but stops short, whining pitifully when his fangs break the surface of her skin. Her body flinches at the initial discomfort, but otherwise remains virtually motionless; compliant.

Drinking from her now feels like an entirely new experience. This time, he anticipates the raging current - knows how to find his footing. Rather than being ripped under, it feels as though Astarion is floating, enveloped in warmth unlike any he’s ever known. At best, he would imagine it similar to a hug, had he ever been on the receiving end of one.

He begins to lap at the wound to keep it from closing, the press and drag of his tongue drawing out a few small, involuntary twitches from the girl. She’s being so good for him, staying put like she’d been told; fighting her own restlessness, the urge to squirm in place.

If only she would allow him to reward her, to offer his body in exchange for this endless parade of favors, he would take the chance in a heartbeat. It would be so, so easy with her, unlike any miserable encounter he’d been forced into partaking in the last few centuries. He knows he would enjoy her body, along with all the lovely little sounds she would make for him; the temporary bliss.

And it would be a fair price to pay for keeping him safe, fed, and warm . 

The mental image has Astarion’s hand moving without his knowledge, too engrossed to notice his own palm caressing the side of her face. His thumb traces the edge of her cheek as he holds her there, allowing the weight of her head to rest against his fingers. Dark strands of hair brush against his knuckles, bringing him back to the present.

He thinks Evelyn hasn’t noticed yet, believes himself safe to correct the mistake without any mutual discomfort.

Which leaves him infinitely more overwhelmed when her smaller hand grazes up the length of his arm, wrapping it around his wrist to keep it in place. Her body relaxes into his touch, seemingly more grounded. 

The intimacy is like a punch to the chest.

She’s suddenly too close for comfort. It’s claustrophobic - suffocating, strangling him along with whatever sense he had left, apparently. That damned vanilla, the dizzying scent of her blood -

Air, he thinks, I just need some fresh air.

Astarion pulls away from her, readying an apology and an excuse to swiftly dismiss the woman. 

But when Evelyn meets his gaze, the words die prematurely.  

She is a vision , freckles dappling her skin like star-covered porcelain, now flushed red from nose to cheeks. The whites of her eyes have gone glossy, dazed and dream-like, tempting him further into her space.

Her tongue darts out to wet her parted lips, the small gesture commanding his attention. He finds himself entirely fixated on them, as if it would take another life-altering, unnatural disaster to pull his focus away. 

Evelyn’s lashes flutter in recognition, then she quickly releases his wrist. The residual heat fades before he can appreciate it, leaving him cold once again. 

“Oh, sorry.” 

“My apologies."

Their speech overlaps, then silence fills the room again, and they are left to stare at each other. His hands suddenly feel much too idle at his sides, itching. He throws on a polite smile, a familiar mask, but the expression doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Astarion has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. His hunger is sated, and he should feel satisfied. He should feel like a new man. 

So why, then, does he only feel this intolerable weight in his chest?

Why does his stomach turn at the idea of her so carelessly offering herself up to any vampire spawn, let alone himself , despite the obvious danger? 

Why is he so deeply frustrated by her lack of self preservation?

Isn’t this exactly what he wanted; to have her crawling back for more?

He can't help but wonder if this sudden apprehension is part of her little plan: to confuse him, drive him to distraction, then bring him to his knees like every other unfortunate man she’s had in her sights before robbing them and tossing them aside.

Out-seducing a vampire would admittedly be an admirable feat, but why? What could her angle be, when Astarion has nothing to offer her? 

“Are you alright? You look… lost.” 

He blinks back to the present. 

“I - ” He coughs, " Ahem . Yes, dear. Of course.” 

Hot, crimson streaks drip down the sharp bone of his chin. He springs into action, away from her unfavorable concern, and grabs his nightshirt from off the floor behind him. He has just the one, beautifully embroidered and sewn back together countless times by his own hands, now being used in place of a common napkin. 

Evelyn gasps. The sound is like ice, piercing his chest when he realizes his mistake. The devil’s never seen him without a shirt on before now. Meaning, she had never bore witness to the elaborate poem carved into his back - ugly, raised scars painting his flesh and soiling his otherwise perfectly sculpted muscle. 

He regrets not humoring her request to redress earlier. 

The elf plays off the noise as if he hadn’t heard it, turning to hand her the clothes and hoping she knows better than to mention anything of it. She silently takes the garment from him and places it where he had bitten her. A blooming red stain soaks into the pale fabric. He’ll have to work on getting it out for the next several days, if it decides to come out at all.

Evelyn finally moves to stand, teetering a bit from lightheadedness. Astarion reaches out to steady her, but she shakes her head, declining. 

“I’m okay.”

He retracts his hand. The damned thing’s gotten him into enough trouble tonight already. 

“Well then, you should get some rest.” 

She scoffs, “Wow, not even a thank you?”

He lowers his voice, practically growling at her, “My dear, if you’d allow me to properly thank you, you wouldn’t be leaving this tent. Maybe not for the next week, if I’m feeling generous.”

A pretty little flush once again spreads across her face. He’s rather pleased with himself, thinking he’s finally stunned her. 

“And if you weren’t feeling generous?”

Rising to meet him, then. She is playing a very dangerous game.

Astarion closes what little distance there is left between them and grabs her face by the jaw, grip firm . The force has her stumbling, the back of her thighs meeting the hard edge of the table. Wood digs into her skin as the legs grate loudly against his decorative rugs, shifting from the sudden push.

Evelyn’s eyes shut, brows furrowed and panting as she clutches his forearms to steady herself.

To his wicked delight, she does not pull away.

His thumb drags over her bottom lip. The effort she’s expending not to whine at his gentle touch has him reeling. Her skin burns beneath his palms. 

“Then, I’d strip you, tie your limbs to this desk,” he murmurs against her lips, before tilting to whisper his confession hot in her ear. 

“And you wouldn’t be leaving this tent. Ever . ”

He abruptly releases her, turning away and waving her off. 

“Now, go. We have a big day tomorrow.”

Not sparing the woman a glance, he begins gathering his books and setting them back onto the table beside her.

She says nothing in response, but he hears her tear open the entrance to his tent and step out into the night.

[billygoat26]

Reader x Dust (Any gender)

TW: Fairly graphic description of blood and some injuries. If you’re uncomfortable with that then I advise scrolling at least past it. I’ll let you know when the description is over! :D (I’m a kiddo who likes describing stuff, sorry.)

Description start:

Red. Red everywhere. Well, maybe not everywhere exactly, but the warmth of the blood felt like it was everywhere.

It ran down your head and poured from your nose, out from cuts and reopened scabs from when this had happened before. 

It felt thick, choking almost. You noticed that you had to cough, so you did. Up came more of that metal-tasting red liquid. But your throat was cleared… for now. Your chest hurt, a stabbing pain that occurred whenever you took even the smallest breath.

You were helpless, shaking as you lay on the floor of an alley in hopes for a saving grace.

This wasn’t new, if the scabs hadn’t given that away. In fact, it happened quite often.

Description of blood over, on to description of, well, bullying I guess? Plus more injuries.

There was this group of people who hated monsters, and went out of their way to hunt down any person who accepted said monsters and, well, break them.

Physically and emotionally… broken bones, broken spirits, broken hope. 

Descriptions over.

You heard a soft whooshing sound, and footsteps. Someone coming to save you? The world had started to grow fuzzy and the sounds distorted. But you swore you heard someone say something like “Oh my god!” and the footsteps growing closer.

You felt someone scoop you up swiftly yet… surprisingly gently. You hadn’t been able to catch a good look at your saving grace, however, before the world faded to black.

You woke up to find yourself laying in bed, but not your own. Everything still seemed blurry, but the pain had subsided for the most part. You slowly moved your arms to rub your eyes, in hopes to clear the blurriness from them.

When your eyes cleared and your sore arms were resting at your side again, you looked around, taking in your surroundings. They looked… familiar. You sat up, only to be stopped by everything suddenly spinning. You heard a voice suddenly.

“Best you just lay down. You need to rest.” That voice.. it was so familiar. You turn and look in the direction of the voice to see a hooded skeleton sitting in a chair near the bed. Of course, Dust! You smile slightly, and you swore you could see a faint smile on his face as well. 

“Dust! How did you-“ You got cut off by him raising his hand, signaling for you to stop.

“That’s not important.. How are you feeling?” His voice had that soothing familiarity to it, that tone that gave you a warm, comfortable feeling inside. Or maybe that was just you, who knows.

“I’m.. actually feeling quite a bit better. Thanks.” Your smile grows, and Dust nods in satisfaction of your answer.

“Good. You were… pretty beat up back there.. was it them again?” You had foreseen the question, yet the look that Dust gave you. It was so rare to see him look so genuinely concerned that many would see it as out of character. You hesitantly nod, averting your gaze. The skeleton sighs.

You knew he was part of the “Bad Sanses” and he, Killer, and Horror made up the “Murder Time Trio,” so you expected him to be thinking of ways to get back at the anti-monster group even though he tried to keep a relatively neutral expression. You knew Dust too well.

“It’s fine, really. You don’t have to worry about it, Dust.” You give him a reassuring smile, and he just nods. He wasn’t convinced and you knew it.

“I know.. I just…” The dusty skeleton hesitated, glancing off to the side, and you guessed Phantom Papyrus was talking to him. He sighed, turning to face you again. He seemed a bit more confident in what he was going to say now. 

“I just want you to be okay..” He smiled softly, yet hesitantly. You guessed he felt awkward saying that, like he hadn’t ever really done this before, despite what Killer may have said about him and Horror. Though what he did next shocked you.

He one of his gloved hands on yours. It was gentle, and sent a wave of goosebumps through you. You could feel your face start burning slightly, and hoped your face wasn’t turning red so easily. But it seemed it was, because Dust smirked slightly in amusement.

The two of you remained silent, just gazing into each other’s eyes as if communicating silently. After a good few minutes of this, Dust’s face suddenly flushed and he quickly looked to his side. You snickered as you listened to Dust argue with what looked like nothing but you knew to be Phantom Papyrus. 

“Why would you say that?” After a few seconds, his face got covered in another layer of blush and he tugged on his hood to cover more of his face. “Paps, shut up..” This just made you laugh more, though you could imagine how he felt.

After a few moments you could safely assume Phantom Papyrus had left Dust alone, and you had stopped laughing. Dust was rubbing his face and trying to relax enough for the blush to go away. You had to admit, it was strangely cute to see Dust, the usually tough-guy skeleton who is part of the Murder Time Trio, flustered. 

Once Dust had decided he had cooled off enough, he sighed and let his arms drop to his sides. There was still a faint trace of blush on his face, but you decided not to point it out. “…Sorry about that,” he mumbled.

You just smiled. “It’s okay.” The silence hung over you two for another minute before you spoke up again. “Well, you wanna watch TV or something?” You gestured to the TV that was across from the bed you lay in. You could tell Dust was considering your offer.

After a moment- and the blush on Dust’s cheeks darkening slightly as you assumed Phantom Papyrus had commented- the skeleton nodded. You grinned and scooted over, making room for him as Dust climbed in next to you.

“You pick.” You hand him the remote with a cheerful smile, and he nodded his thanks.

He eventually settled on a movie he knew you both liked and leaned back with a proud grin. You chuckled, knowing he did that on purpose- or maybe that was your wishful thinking. Whatever the case, you both watched the movie in content silence. 

After about an hour and a half you felt yourself growing tired, your eyelids growing heavier by the minute. Eventually, you felt yourself lean against Dust’s side, laying your head on his shoulder. You had felt him flinch slightly, then relax as he placed an arm around your shoulder.

The last thing you felt before drifting off to sleep was a soft kiss on your forehead.

[syn4k]

Two Idiots, One Body | previous • next

Beef awoke with a yawn and a stretch, sitting up in his bed. It took him a few seconds of staring blankly at his bedsheets to realize that he was, in fact, looking at his bedsheets and not at the back of his eyelids like he originally thought he was. 

In fact, he discovered after clumsily waving his hand around in front of his face for a moment or two, he was barely registering anything this morning, which normally only happened when he was really, really tired. It was like someone had tossed a thick white veil over his vision and a thick fog into his brain. 

Only dimly registering that he seemed to be moving on autopilot this morning, he went with it and spent his normal morning routine thinking about what on earth could be going on here. Coffee with two shots of creamer and a tablespoon of sugar, just like he always made it... 

Beef suddenly snapped to reality so quickly that he felt like he'd been whacked with a sheet of linoleum. He didn't like his coffee with sugar and creamer, he drank it black! Come to think about it, this was day 2 of the season! How did he even have coffee, much less a coffee machine? And that wasn't even the worst of it. 

Beef turned around slowly, taking in the surroundings. He was standing in what could pass as a kitchen inside of what was clearly a cave. Yes, there was the entrance over there. In one corner lay a lime-green bed. 

This wasn't his house. 

Beef didn't even have a house yet because he wasn't here yesterday! 

Despite all of the pitfalls in his memory, however, Beef already knew exactly who was behind all of this. 

"Iskall," he said loudly into the cool air of the cave. Then, louder: "ISKALL!" 

The cave did not respond. Neither did Iskall. 

Beef stalked outside (he did not stomp when he was angry, he just walked with an incredibly menacing aura) and glowered at the area around him. There were a couple of tuff pillars and random chests around. It was a beautiful morning, with thin wisps of stratus clouds flying their pale banners above a bright white sun. The air smelled sweet and fresh. 

"When I get my hands on Iskall85," Beef declared to the open sky, "I am going to prank her so hard that he's going to be finding wet sand in her socks for the next season and a half. May God be my witness." 

"Hm?" asked a voice nearby. Beef turned around to see Stress' head pop up over the top of the nearby hill. "Oh, hi Beef! Glad you made it!" 

"Hello, Stress," said Beef, nodding up at her. "Have you seen Iskall lately?"

Stress scrunched her face up in thought. "Hmm," she said, "no, not this morning, but he was here yesterday. I can send her a message if you want." 

"Sure," said Beef, looking around again to try and get his bearings. Iskall's base was just east of spawn, with Ren and Cleo nearby. 

Again, Beef had zero idea how he knew any of this, seeing as this was his first time on the server. 

"By the way," said Stress, hopping down to squint at him, "did you steal Iskall's armor?" 

"What?" asked Beef, looking down and realizing as he did that he was indeed wearing a full set of iron plate armor, complete with a diamond helmet and boots. "What?"

"You're not very good at lying, love," said Stress, mistaking his utter confusion for a weak attempt at an alibi. "That's his armor. And her shield, too. There's chests full of materials next to spawn, divided up for everybody. There should be one for you, unless Grian took it."

"I know," snapped Beef, even though he definitely did not before that moment. Stress raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed. "I'm sorry. It's been a really weird morning. I woke up in Iskall's bed with all of his stuff on me and I just want to know what exactly she did and how on Earth he did it." 

"Okay," said Stress, still not sounding entirely convinced. "Well, the most I got out of her yesterday was that he was still recovering from a monster cold. The last I saw her was in this area yesterday. Maybe you could go ask Mumbo for news." 

-- 

"Yeah, I have no idea," said Mumbo, a little too cheerfully for a man standing in full iron armor. "Haven't seen him at all today." 

Beef frowned. "Nothing?"

"Nope," said Mumbo, absently walking to one side. The man was always in motion. It was really distracting. Beef had to repress a sigh as he turned to follow him. "No messages, no notes in your base, no nothing?" 

"No nothing," Mumbo confirmed. "If you want me to tell ya when he shows up, I can do that." 

"Please," said Beef. "That would be extremely helpful." 

"Am I allowed to know why you want to know her whereabouts so badly?" asked Mumbo, raising one eyebrow. "Or is that classified information?" 

Beef paused a moment. On one hand, he was happy to explain. On the other, he couldn't exactly say that he woke up in Iskall's bed with his armor on and all her tools in his inventory now could he? Beef internally shuddered to think of the implications of that. 

"It's classified," he said with a nod. "Thank you, though." 

Mumbo nodded in return. "No problem, mate," he said, going back to whatever it was he was doing with no further questions. Beef appreciated that quality in a man. Most people, when probed for the sort of information he was after, would ask awkward things like why and how and what's up with this guy. Mumbo, meanwhile, was blissfully head-empty when it came to all matters except for redstone knowledge and Grian. 

-- 

After that conversation, the strange mental fog cleared out almost instantly. Beef got to work building a house close to but not too close to spawn, choosing the location for the flatness of the land and the tranquilness of the surrounding landscape. It was a quiet place, a comfortable spot where you could kick back on the front porch and watch the sunset. 

Beef went to sleep that night in his own bed that he'd build himself, comfortable and cosy. Maybe, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, Iskall would be online tomorrow. And if he was, there'd be hell to pay...

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

A combination of the carrion!sif au originally by @traumaboyexo, and an Au I was working on before, to add elements of AdventureQuest World's Astravia. Enjoy!

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 1

In the Darkness, the monster hides To escape it’s prey’s dread fearful cries Yet it yearns the strength to meet the light Will it find friendship, or simply strife?

◉ “Siffrin?”

You open your eyes slowly. You were having such a nice nap. Mirabelle is standing above you.

◉ “Good Morning! Well, more like, good afternoon, I guess… Were you taking a nap? That’s just like you… Only you could sleep peacefully at a time like this, hehe!”

You nod.

◉ “I guess that’s smart… We better get some rest while we can! We have to be ready tomorrow, so we can finally face the king!

Your too sleepy to talk. It’s too bright, even with mira looming over you. You close your eye again.

◉ “...You're still half asleep aren’t you?”

✦ “mrrg”

◉ “Hm… Ok, then… You can sleep a little longer, but not too long! Come to the village when you're ready, Okay?”

You relax for just a bit more, listening to Mira’s steps away. She is right, you can’t sleep all day. Wake up Siffrin, you have a country to save.

You get up and pretend to stretch, double check and make sure Mira’s out of line of sight, then take a real stretch, hearing the snap of your bones and feel your skin stretch, before putting your body back into shape. Feels good to shuffle things around a little. After all, she’s right, you're going to fight the king tomorrow. Better keep yourself in shape, figuratively and literally.

Once you’re sure you look human, you head on over into town. You pass by a bird, and hear it chirp. It’s a really nice note! F, you think? You mimic it, and start humming a tune to it’s key as you go. Mirabelle is waiting for you, and starts humming along for a few seconds as you approach her.

◉ “Sounds like you had a good nap Siffrin!”

✦ “Yeah, it was pretty good. Solid 9/10”

◉ “...Is it not a 10 because I woke you up?”

✦ “We’ll do better next time.”

◉ “I promise I’ll let you sleep in next time! So we can get the Elusive 10/10 score!!!”

You start getting ready to head into town when…

◉ “Oh wait! I had something I wanted to ask you!!!”

You stop and listen.

◉ “Um, I have an idea for tonight… This will be the night before we go fight the king, so I felt like we could make it special somehow… So, I was thinking, how about a sleepover? Let’s all eat good food together! Sleep in the same room! Maybe tell stories! I think there’s even a guitar in the clock-tower if you want to play something! It would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

That’s not really that different from what you usually do? The guitar bit is nice to know though! But she can see you're not particularly excited…

◉ “Ah… you think it’s silly, don’t you? I’m sorry… I was trying to find something fun to do tonight, but that’s all I could think of… It was… It was a stupid idea, wasn’t it...? Maybe we should forget about it…”

Oh no, you can smell the anxiety coming off of her! YOU MADE MIRABELLE UPSET!!!! You quickly try and recover!

✦ “N-no I think it’s fun!!! Let’s do it!!!”

◉ “Are you sure...? Alright then… Um… So if we’re doing it, can you let everyone know...? I… I don’t think I could convince everyone…”

Well you guess you have to now, but you suppose you WERE going to go out and check up on everyone anyways. Mirabelle tells you where everyone is, and then hands you a reminder note ‘just in case’.

>>>

You go to the change god statue and pretend to pray. You don’t bother actually praying, you doubt a god would care for a monster like you. But you do reminisce a bit. It’s been quite a journey so far, even if it’s just been a few months.

It was almost a year ago that the king appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Possessing immense craft power, he spread his curse across Vaugarde, freezing in time everything in it’s path. With Dormont’s house of change under his control, he patiently waits, knowing the curse can only be reversed if he is defeated. Luckily for Vaugarde, There’s Mirabelle(◉). Your friend Mira is the only survivor of the house, and was given the ability to fight back the kings curse by presumably the change god. She was already questing for the orbs to unseal the house when you met her, some time after Isabeau(▲) and Odile(◆) had joined up. You saved them all from a particularly strong sadness while hunting, and they asked if you wanted to join. You didn’t have anything better to do, and decided to join them. A few weeks later, you met Bonnie(✿), rounding out your little group.

You saw a lot of Vaugarde during your travels. Quietly killed and ate a lot of sadnesses when the party wasn’t looking. Even as the kings curse got worse, you all kept going. They all had their own reasons, all really good. But you just joined because there was nothing better to do. You might be a monster, but you still felt you could help. What else could you do?

Once Mirabelle asked if you were okay, following them on a journey to save the country. She felt guilty, like she was forcing everyone to follow her on a hopeless quest. You wanted to put her at ease, so you said easily, and truthfully that traveling with everyone is the happiest you could remember being. She seemed upset. You cringe just thinking about it. Wasn’t exactly considerate of her situation. Talking is so hard. Well regardless, one way or another, your journey will be over tomorrow.

>>>

You finish talking to Isabeau and decide to go to the favor tree. As it looms above you, you walk closer, to find an appropriate leaf. You know how this works like the back of your hand, and a leaf is the first step. As you pick up the leaf, you think. This wishing ritual is probably very taxed right now. It’s really popular, with so many people wanting Vaugarde to be saved. The tree is already probably struggling to grant that one as is, drawing as much as it can from the stars. You should make a small wish, one that won’t be too hard. You don’t want to take anything away from a wish as big as salvation. A solution to the hunger is too big, and you’ve been handling it well enough so far. So what to wish for instead…

You have some ideas. But which one to go for? You also need to be specific, to help things out.… You remember Isa’s comment about being a clothing designer, when you were talking to him earlier. You’ve liked traveling with Isabeau. You joke a lot, but never talk about important things. You're glad to have heard that dream. You’d like to have the chance to play human at least long enough to see that dream come to fruition, and trying out some of his clothes would be really nice. Being able to have a keepsake of this party would mean a lot, and being able to see him smile from you wearing something he made would make you so happy. You honestly want to see where all of them end up. You want to stay with them!

You breath the wish into the leaf three times, fold it closed, and gently let the leaf go. There! That should be simple enough for the tree to handle, and can be done later too. Though, you swear you felt something when you made that wish. Probably just them marking you for later.

>>>

▲ “Phew, Bonbon… That was DE-LI-CIOUS!”

◆ “You keep getting better at cooking, Boniface. Those Samosas were fantastic.”

✿ “Really, it wasn’t bad? You liked it? I-I MEAN, OF COURSE IT WAS DELICIOUS. I’m a master cooker, you know!!!”

◆ “Chef”

✿ “I’m a chef cooker!!!”

◉ “That was the perfect meal Bonnie! We’ll all sleep well and have plenty of energy tomorrow!”

▲ “It was almost too much, to be honest… I don’t think I can move”

(You could have eaten WAY more. You ate a few sadnesses on the way here, but Bonnies cooking is so much better! They even made sure to get plenty of meat for you. Every bit counts.)

▲ “Aw Sif, you're still hungry?”

✿ “You eat so much Sif! You REALLY like my cooking! Here have some more”

Bonnie throws a carrot slice at you, and you catch it with your mouth. Non-meats aren’t great for you, but you can digest them eventually, and they taste great!

◆ “I’m just going to hope you don’t get stomach problems. Your diet is so strange. I don’t even know how you fit that much food inside you.”

✦ “I’m a growing kid.”

▲ “Your older then most people here?!?”

You wink cutely.

>>>

It’s the day to fight the king. You all easily went through the first sadnesses, reviewing tactics to assuage Mirabelle. You did make sure everyone was patched up after, so the smell of blood won’t distract you. But so far things are looking pretty good, until Mirabelle suddenly stops you all.

◉ “WAIT!!!”

✿ “Gwah!!! What? What is it?”

◉ “Sorry for screaming, sorry, sorry! Um, I, um… I… don’t know if this is relevant, but… I, um… I recognize this corridor.”

◆ “Oh?”

◉ “I recognize it… The head housemaiden of this house used to warn us about it… I think… I think she called it the ‘Death Corridor’!!!”

▲ “Oh that sounds bad!”

◉ “The house may be a safe building, but with the king here, some traps may have been activated…”

✦ “Sounds like a job for me.”

▲ “Protect us oh trap master!”

You start taking a look, and pull out your tinkering tools, in case you find something. Maybe there will even be spare parts you can use! That said, there’s not much in this hallway the trap could be hiding in though, save a couple pillars. You doubt a peaceful place like the house has anything too complicated, so if there’s a switch, it’d be somewhere easy to reach and locate. So Pillars it is! You go around checking each pillar, and end up finding nothing. Oh well. Better reassure Mira.

◉ “So? So??? Are we safe? We’re not safe, are we, this is the Death Corridor…”

✦ “Don’t worry, It’s fine. There’s nothing weird here.”

◉ “But there must be!!!”

▲ “Aw, Mira…”

✿ “Belle, Belle, don’t worry about it. Frin might not be good at much, but they know stuff about traps.”

Hey.

◆ “Right, If we can’t trust in Siffrin’s capabilities NOW, it doesn’t bode well for later…”

HEY

◉ “But, but—”

✦ “We’re not dead yet right? We’ve been in here a bit, and I’ve walked the whole room, if there was anything, it would’ve triggered by now.”

▲ “Exactly! It’s all fine!”

◉ “Oh…… yeah! Yeah, Okay! I’ll believe you! Sorry… for worrying… I’m a little on edge…”

✦ “We’re good Mira. See?”

✦ “Everything’s fine.”

With a sudden click, you realize too late something rushing down towards you, until you feel your entire body being crushed. Your bones cracking, your muscles flattened, you can’t muster the strength to stop it, you can’t even escape! As you feel the weight slowly crush your core, You feel a tug on your heart

《《《《《《《《《《《《

Huh?

◉ “Siffrin?”

You open your eyes. Mirabelle is standing above you.

◉ “Good Morning! Well, more like, good afternoon, I guess… Were you taking a nap? That’s just like you… Only you could sleep peacefully at a time like this, hehe!”

◉ “I guess that’s smart… We better get some rest while we can! We have to be ready tomorrow, so we can finally face the king!

You just stare at her.

◉ “...You're still half asleep aren’t you?”

◉ “Hm… Ok, then… You can sleep a little longer, but not too long! Come to the village when your ready, Okay?”

… huh? HUH?? Hold on…

DID YOU JUST DIE??

You did! You think!? You went into the house, got crushed by a rock, and now you're back in the meadow, back in dormont, and what Mirabelle just said to you, waking you up, was very familiar???

But ARGH! The trap, the trap!!! You idiot! You stupid fool! You didn’t take it seriously, you KNEW you were still adjusting to only using one eye, you should have used the real eyes! They wouldn’t have noticed, and instead you got taken out IMMEDIATELY! You didn’t even get a chance to see the king!!!

Your job is to be lookout, to be the perceptive, fast one, and you couldn’t even get that right and you DIED. Can’t even be a monster right and survive stuff like that because you didn’t hunt enough food beforehand!!! You hold back an unholy screech of frustration as you squirm and writhe within your own skin, your stomach hurts and you feel like your going to break and STARS you’re USELESS!!!

Ok… You're over it now. You take a deep breath iiiiiiiin. and ouuuuuuut. You take your shaking body, and press yourself against the grass, settling yourself into place.

Ok. You died. That’s one thing. But now your alive. And it’s apparently the day before. You went... back in time? Ok, that makes sense. Well not really, but maybe it’ a monster thing? At least you were in the lead. Judging by where you were, you doubt the trap got anyone else. You're glad it wasn’t any of the real people. Just the monster.

But… You're back… How? Why? And… Can you change things?

...Back to work Siffrin. You have a country to save.

When you get the chance, come to the favor tree. We have much to discuss!

...Was that a voice in your head? Ok, that’s unexpected. You suppose you’ll head there, but first things first, you have to chat with Mirabelle...

>>>

So far so good. You confirmed with the talk with Mira that you can change things, and that others don’t seem to remember. But, scientific method, you should do something with Isabeau too, but to make sure. And maybe you can speed things up? You can talk to him a little later, but you need to find out who the hell that voice was. It could be dangerous, you don't know if you attracted the attention of something bad. Regardless, you need to deal with it quickly, and don't want Isa at risk. Hm. Something like…

✦ “Hey, Isa, I need to do the favor tree thing!”

▲ “Oh! No problem, I’ll get out of your way. Feel free to chat later!”

Success! Though, you don’t like socially shoving him to the side like that. You’ll apologize later, and ask if there’s anything weird. But for now, you need to check out the favor tree. Cautiously, with a hand on your dagger, you get close and start searching around, not seeing anything. When suddenly...

In a flash of Red, a being appears before you. They sit on the tree, dressed on a suit like the conductor of an orchestra, the chest open revealing a glowing star, their hands windows into a night sky. And their face stares at you, with long glowing white hair floating around a lightless mask, revealing only their eyes.

✦ “Uh, hello, stranger.”

✸ “… Hello, stranger.”

[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 12

Visions   

Thought/mind readings.

the chatter around you woke you up, eyes slowly opening you find white selling above you with a furrowed eyebrow you glance at the space that does not resembles your room fully awake you glance around to find scott and stiles asleep on the chair that when you realize you are in hospital room. Closing your eyes for a minute the last night memory come back to you.

Not just that you now remember what happened with the werewolf when it chased you, the time with scott when he changed at the filed with derek the night all that come back to you.

Were they real? Or your just out your mind? Even if was real how was that even possible it was if you just stepped into another reality, or another universe. It just doesn’t make sense. Was this a gift like grams said but you are not her legit granddaughter then how is this all happening.

Scott twist uncomfortable in his seat blinking he see you sitting up lost in your thoughts, quick on his feet he jumps towards you making stiles fall down from the chair at his sudden movement. Stiles groans when his body hit the floor looking up, he sees scott making his way towards you, who is now awake and fully functioning.

Stiles picks himself up and come towards you as scott sit down on your right side of the bed “what happened? Are you alright?”

Stile’s huff takes your left side of bed “you better have a good explanation for this I lied to your grams and you had us look for you in the middle of the night. Only to get a call that you’re here”

Scott nod “if mom was here, it would been worse?”

You palm your face sighing loudly “oh god did that all happened, I don’t know what just exactly happened?” you look up with exhausted face making stiles clam down soften his glare.

Scott frown “yeah, that just not it. I could smell a werewolf on you”

Stiffing up your eyes widen looking at scott “what...how?.am I bit?” panicked you move around looking for the mark.

Stiles grabs your arms “clam down you are not bitten”

“Yeah, it was scent in there nothing else, we don’t even no who took you here” scott then pick something from his pocket a necklace “I was going to give you this later today but seems like this is the right time. It has vervain on it so no vampire can compel you” he turns to stiles if he said that correct, he gets a nod in return.

He put that in your palm and you wear it silently, after calming down you sigh lean back “I thing there is something wrong with me”

Scott and stiles share a look “the doc said nothing wrong with you. You were not drugged or anything if that what you worried about.” Scott said

You shake your head “that not what I meant, I’m seeing things. Last night I saw this tomb or throne it was like I was teleported or something and there was these carving on the walls and a statue of a goddess or something and there were these creatures’ giant monsters…and I she came alive she was glowing and ……then I blacked out” you end looking at them to say something.

Stiles lifts his chin slowly nod eyes squinted clearly not buying the what you are selling you turns to scott and he frown at you worriedly.

“I’m telling you the truth that what happened last night” you cried

“Are you sure?” scott asks

“I know it sounds crazy but it’s the truth”

Stile’s sigh ‘Maybe she hit her head really hard’ he thinks

“No, I didn’t, I’m fine. Why can’t you believe me” you yelled at stiles making him startled, you frown when you realized you just yelled and he didn’t say that aloud but he was thinking that, scott frown seeing you angry.

It not like they don’t get yelled at you but something feels different about the way you just yelled at him that made scott rethink.

“I’m sorry” you whisper

Scott sigh “come on we have to go without getting caught, we will talk about it later”

The trip to home was silent no one talked, stiles stop Infront of your home and you silently got out “get ready quick I’ll come and pick you up” stiles said

You turn to him “don’t worry about it, I will come by myself.” You walk inside without saying anything

Stiles opens his mouth to disagree but scott stops him “let her, be”

Stiles sigh before driving away.

When Sheila come down, she sees you sitting down the table with a coffee cup on your hand as the news on the tv is on.

“Finally decide to come home”

You smile at her “I will always come home, you know”

Grams take seat next yours with her own cup of coffee “next just tell me before you go off”

“I promise” you thought for a second about telling grams about what happened you place your hands on her shoulder making her turns to you.

An image of bonnie walk towards grams who laying on her bed eyes closed appears, soon bonnie calls her but she won’t wake up bonnie starts walling her eyes out calling out elena saying grams not breathing the image change into she and grams performing a ritual outside a tomb and you see damon inside with Stefan and elena was there too.

 “You alright?” grams ask as he run her hands through your hair

Blinking you look at her your words come out soft “yeah, I’m alright” pushing yourself out the seat you stand up “I have to go…. you take care yourself…I have a thing…to …. go”

“Tell bonnie to stay here tonight will you”

“Oh… well, sure, come home tonight okey” she said

You turn back to her “hey grams… our dreams are just a dream, right?”

“I thing about dream is hon that we never know when they become real, true” she said

Derek stand Infront of the mortuary waiting for the cops to allow and take his sister away after his arrest they had the custody of the body, after all the formality he takes the body, he drives to his home get out his jeep he did not expect to see you sitting down the steps of his home without the two idiots of friends as he like to call them.

“What are doing here?”

You sigh at his cold tone “well good morning to you derek my mom never gave me sugar that why I’m sour hale”

Derek sigh at you “listen I’ve things to do, so I ask again why are you again”

“I will tell you when you tell me what is in today’s your do list” you shrug at him

“I have to bury my sister do you need to anything else?” his was rough the annoyance gone replaced with a void look as he looks past you.

you stood silent for minute gulping “here? Wouldn’t the hunters or anyone else finding it again”

he glances at you standing now closer to him, eyes didn’t have sympathy but something deeper.

He then think about what you said and you right what if someone else stumble upon it.

“I know the priest we can bury her at churchyard, that’s if you agree as well” you offer.

derek looks at you suspiciously “why? what do you want?”

you title your head at him “A thousand million dollar only cash no check…god you are not good at making friends”

you took out your phone and text stiles and scott to come as well at least they can pay respect the dead body they dig out.

“I don’t like asking anyone else permission” he answers

You look up “clearly……I know a place deep inside the woods I don’t think no one else know about it”

He nods at you, satisficed you walks towards the jeep opening the passenger’s door and make yourself comfortable, he takes a moment to collect himself glancing at you who now getting impatient. He gets inside the jeep and starts drive as you tell him where to go.

When the both of you reach the place stiles and scott was already there, wordlessly they nod and walks deep inside the woods derek carried the remains of his sister and scott and stiles had volunteered to carry spade, kassi and shovel. You gone off somewhere saying you can’t get your clothes dirty making scott and stiles do the work, the three of them starts dig the ground where a tall three stands.

As digging stiles and scott exchange a silent conversation that did not go unnoticed as they thought it would but derek speak at all.

“We are sorry” scott starts

“For what?” derek look up

Stiles who is panting adds “for everything you know…” he points at the body

The silence was loud after that thankfully you came back, they turn towards your direction to see arrange some wild flowers. “Are you guys done?” you ask without looking up.

After done burying his sister, you all stand Infront of the grave as you three silently pray derek stand there with guilty look on his face, he couldn’t save his love of his life he couldn’t save his family from the fire he couldn’t save his sister the only person who looked after him after losing everyone and everything in his life.

You divide the flower into three equal parts and hand him to scott and stiles and they slowly stride towards the grave and place the flowers they nod at you before walking away.

Derek feels a soft touch on his hands and see you place the last buddle of flower on his palm, gripping them he places them on his sister grave, keeling down on the dirt sweat on his face, hands covered in mud.

He turns to you “thank you” he whispered you surprise him with a small smile walking towards him.

“You know I was wondering after everything that happened to you, why didn’t you turn to something that can make everyone fear, I think I would lose my mind if anything happened to the ones that I hold dear to me, I admit you are asshole but also misunderstood” you finally stand Infront of him with a feet distance “ you don’t have to do it all alone now, you have scott and stiles surprisingly and me but you have to lets us in, Derek. Trusting us might be hard for you and that’s okey. Just let us know, let us help if you need it”

His eyes fill up but he didn’t let his tears full his air get knock down when you wrap your hands around his shoulder with a little difficulty, he slowly let his hands wrap around your waist and unintentionally pull you closer to him, leaning into the hug pushing his face in the crock of your neck shutting his eyes feeling his tear on your skin your hold on him tighten. He hands grips your waist tighten the abnormal warmth of his body made you sweat a little as well as he feels his nose touch the hair that stuck on your neck his cheeks pressed against yours.

An immense amount of grief, self-loathing, loneness’s hit surge through deep in your skin that made you made you held your breath for a moment, it made you want to scream from the top of your leg destroy everything around you until your knuckles bleed and body is black and blue.

“You don’t have to go through it alone” you whisper.

The vibration of your phone makes you and derek break the hug, derek move away from lighting speed looking away you give him bored look before checking the text.

Robotically you check to see scott asking you to come to where they where were, you and derek starts to walk towards the place and see them hiding behind tree while peeking from time to time. Scott is Infront of stiles behind him, scott seems to focusing on something.

When you reach behind them you see elena and Stefan talking, watching them you unknowingly tapping into Stefan’s mind you see them back in late 80’s with a girl that look exactly like Elena gilbert as he spoke the whole thing you see it all. 

You did not realize they done talking as stiles comment “this is some kind of twilight 2.0 shit” unfortunately Stefan hears this and he turns to look at the intruders which made Elena also turns to you guys. “Oh, I think he heard me”

Your head hurt from the voices inside your head.

I shouldn’t have said that…. wait I have two werewolves why should I fear? They handle it while me and y/n go home if something happens.

Stile’s need keep his mouth shut…why is the Dracula looking at me...I can’t even shift properly

These idiots!

Oh, bonnie sister knows about Stefan’s truth!

They were not supposed to be here.

You close your eyes for moment shutting everything around you, “Can we stop staring at each other soul and be on our own merry way” you speak up

You start to walk away the suddenly Stefan speed Infront of you few feet’s aways making scott and derek to an urge to shift and stiles worry as elena walks towards you as well.

“I can’t let you all walk away you weren’t meant know about my truth” Stefan said truthfully, he didn’t possess any threat to you. The moment he tried to walk towards you he was thrown away by scott and derek picked him up and pinned him against the tree near snarling Infront of his face his face change into, iris shits blue and elongated sharp teeth’s claws coming out.

Scott eyes changed yellow and claws in the place of nails face shifting sharp and long teeth slowly growling as well but a lot claimer as he stands next you and stiles, who already had his hands holding yours.

Elena gasp in fear as she Stefan gets thrown away by scott, the scrawny teenager now fierce and terrifying as the shift something she never seen only get more anxious and perplexed as Stefan get choked by the guy that with you.

“Please don’t hurt him” elena pleads running towards them tears on her face.

Stefan who struggling on Derek’s hold now coming back from the sudden shock of what just took place, he was not aware of werewolf around here and he was not expecting your friends being one of them. 

Derek snarls.

“don’t kill now. I don’t want to be the witness” you said from the side while stiles watch them with fascination.  “Derek, I don't do well with blood”

Derek rolls his eyes internally at your comment. Elean looks at you with a look of belief making you shrug “what neither does stiles” stiles nod at that.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt her or anyone” Stefan exclaims

“He is good guy, please don’t hurt him” elena said again

Derek growl “yeah, you were just going to compel us right”

Stiles gasps “I like my memories, thank you very much”

You walk towards them standing behind derek “we like to keep our memories to ourselves; we don’t want any problem you don’t want to so why not let just go with our day?” you ask them “its not like we don’t know about the world of supernatural as you can see”

Stefan glance at you then to derek and then back at you somehow, he knows you pull the strings here now the tone of your voice state that your confident and knows what you’re doing.

He nods and slowly derek release him with low growl, the vibration of your phone pulls you away its Lydia asking you to come to her home saying something happened.

“I think we are settled here then” you said to elena and Stefan and turns to stiles and scott, scott shifted back with derek walking towards them “stiles can you take me to Lydia home?”

Stiles lit up “count me in”

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[elfboyeros]

The Chase

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“--When I was wandering around the college I stubbled in on a meeting!”

While wandering through the halls of the academy, the deceased math teacher heard the soft voice of his daughter, going back and further with a group of individuals.

“My god, I’m tired of this!”

“Helvetica, please, Greyson will be here in a few minutes.” Lilybeth huffed, as Cobalt floated himself into the conference room.

“Just calm down Helvetica,” a woman with a lace eye covering, in dark Victorian era style clothes.

“Melione, you don’t wanna sit here just as much as I do!” Helvetica scoffed.

“You just want to go home, young Caspari,” a much older man with white hair and a salt-and-pepper beard commented.

“Hazel?! How is that old man still fucking alive?!” Cobalt commented.

“I’m sorry, I’m the only one in this room who loves their spouse!” Helvetica huffed.

“I love my wife,” Melione muttered pouting.

“Then let me rephrase,” Helvetica mocked, “I am the only one who wants to spend time with my spouse! Ambrose is only here for the next 2 weeks, and then he has to go to Marquis Island. This meeting could be an email!”

“Then next time I will send an email,” Greyson remarked entering the room.

“Cobalt, please don’t tell me you are going to explain this whole meeting—”

“Fine, ruin my storytelling. They had their meeting, and I was curious so I followed Olympia--”

“And?”

“My god, you are an impatient little girl!” Cobalt huffed.

“You have woken me up at 2 a.m. get to the point!” Amora remarked in a hushed tone.

“When I followed Olympia, somehow, after she entered the library I lost her!” Cobalt explained, “As if I blacked out! I followed her down a little hallway off the library and everything went black and fuzzy, so I waited for Olympia and she just leftl maybe 30 minutes ago.”

“And you think this has something to do with your death?” Amora asked.

“I don’t see how it couldn’t, that has never happened to me before, and I’ve roamed around the school for years and have memory of the hallway off the library,” Cobalt answered.

“Okay, so at some point tomorrow, in between having classes, I’m supposed to find this random hallway that you can’t even help me find?” Amora sighed.

“You wanna get rid of me right!?” Cobalt remarked.

Amora sighed, rubbing her face while nodding, “Okay, fine, just let me go back to sleep.”

“Goodnight Chickadee,” Cobalt commented as Amora laid back down, “sweet dreams.”

When she woke up the next morning, Amora had already formed a plan by the time she was brushing her teeth. She would spend her 20-minute breaks between breakfast and lunch figuring out where the random hallway was, what Olympia was doing, and why it affected Cobalt.

“Hey lovely! You have Fashion Studies right?” Loki called from their room while Amora was in the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Amora replied, poking her head in the doorway, “Why?”

“Elective Classes have been canceled for the day,” Loki answered. The school just emailed about it; it’s some kind of professional day for the elective classes.”

“Perfect!”

“What do you mean perfect?” Loki asked, looking at the blonde and pink-haired girl confused.

It’s silent for a moment,  Loki looking at Amora with a muddled expression, and Amora looking back at Loki with an apprehensive gaze, “Lovely…”

“I have to go to the library and spy on Mrs. Berkshire!” Amora blurted out.

Loki blinked a few times attempting to process what was said, “… Okay… I'm assuming this has to do with Cobalt, right?”

“Yes,” Amora sighed defeatly.

“We’re lucky that Loki didn’t kill me because your little crush on her would make things rather difficult, chickadee,” Cobalt commented in the ethereal plane.

The young American girl’s face instantly became hot, “I’M GOING TO CLASS!” She shrieked before leaving their room.

“Wait up, Jesus!”

While in Gothic Lit. dispute enjoying Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, in the classroom discussion on why Victor’s monster was created, and what Victor’s flaws were,  Amora was not engaged, rather she continued to ponder Cobalt's situation. Where is this hall? Where is the door? Why hasn’t she noticed it? Why does this one hallway make Cobalt “pass out”? What down the hall?

“Amora…” Loki remarked gathering her things at the end of class to no response.

“Amora,” Cobalt remarked still  getting her attention.

“…Lovely,” the British girl commented poking Amora’s cheek and finally grabbing her attention, “You’re spacing out on me, girly.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Amora sighed, quickly gathering her things and leaving Helevtica’s classroom, heading to the library with Loki right behind her. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m not sitting in my algebra class while you get yourself into trouble in the library alone.”

“Don’t skip algebra for me, Loki come on,” Amora scoffed.

“Amora, I think you fail to realize, I want to help you,” Loki added, “I don’t like what this whole haunting is doing to you.”

“That’s rather harsh,” Cobalt muttered.

“Loki, you barely know me,” Amora muttered, “Just go to class, I’ll figure this out myself.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if I don’t know you!” Loki remarked sternly taking a long stride and standing in front of her preventing her from moving, “You can’t expect me to let you do this alone!”

“Loki, move!” Amora shouted slightly, while they both stared each other down in the hallway.

“Do you not realize that I care about you?! I rather like you, Amora! You are fun to be around, I like hanging out with you! Even in the month, I’ve known you, you’ve been come miserable because of this dead man who thought to ask a young girl to help ascend to the afterlife!”  Loki explained.

“That makes me sound like a creep!” Cobalt muttered as Amora’s face got hotter.

Amora sighed, “Fine,” she mumbled, “do whatever you want Loki.”

The grunge girl stepped aside letting Amora pass by her allowing her to get to the library, “Cobalt,” Amora whispered, “Where is the door?”

“Right wall,” he replied.

Amora carried herself to the right side of the library nestling herself in-between bookshelves without trying to look normal in the now crowded library.

“What are we looking for?” Loki asked, quietly over her shoulder.

“I need to get behind that door,” Amora grumbled.

A door in the dark wooden wall of the rotunda, with a little wooden sign hanging from the hook attached to the door marked staff only.

“Well, the checkout station has a direct view of that door,” Loki informed, “so I think we have to wait until she isn’t around.”

“Goddamnit,” Amora muttered slinking back in between the many bookshelves on the first floor before sitting down at a table with Loki, keeping an eye on the unmoveable mistress that was Olympia Berkshire.

Watching the librarian is annoying. Just watching that woman sit at the checkout counter reading is annoying. Of course, having Loki sit in front directly in her line of sight doesn’t help. Even if Loki’s trying to read, her presence makes it difficult for Amora to focus.

“Lovely,” Loki cooed.

“What?” Amora inquired through gritted teeth, trying not to look at Loki directly.

“If you keep staring you’ll be noticed.”

“Olympia hasn’t even moved, how will I be noticed?!”

“Not by her by all the other people here,” Loki answered, “Come on you don’t wanna be the girl that just… stares, do you?”

“When has something like this been a concern for you?” Amora scoffed.

“When it could affect you,” Loki replied plainly, “Now just look at me for a minute…”

Amora sighed looking directly at her, still about to see the checkout counter out of the corner of her eye, “…There we go,” Loki sighed with a smile, “Even when you’re angry you’re cute.”

Amora’s cheeks grew hot as Loki’s smile turned into a smirk, “You say stuff just to get on my nerves,” Amora muttered.

“Do I really get on your nerves?” Loki chuckled, resting her chin on her hands, “Or are you just falling in love with me?”

“Oh ho ho,” Cobalt chuckled.

Amora’s whole face was almost the color of her newly dyed hair, “You are the most—”

“Do I need to give you time to come up with a good insult?”

“You—”

“Hey, girls!”

Amora and Loki looked in the direction of Odysseus’s voice seeing his smiling eyes with Solomon beside him, “Woah, nice hair, Amora,” the blonde boy remarked before asking,  “Loki, why aren’t you in Algebra?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she retorted.

“I requested a personal hour so I could study for my anatomy exam,” he replied, “Odysseus offered to help me study.”

“Mind if we sit?” Odysseus asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Loki replied before both boys sat beside the girls.

Amora gave her roommate a look that could only be described that could be described as a “why did you do that,” glare.

“If she isn’t moving, what will it hurt to have them sit with us,” Loki whispered.

Amora sighed beginning to read as Loki assisted Solomon in his study with Odysseus. It was odd seeing Loki be so helpful to someone other than her brothers, even though Odysseus was basically a brother to her thanks to his friendship with Lance. Hearing her voice overlaid with the calmness of both Solomon and Odysseus’s tones was soothing background noise to reading.

“Hey Cassiopeia,” Solomon remarked.

“Oh no it’s the wicked witch,” Loki muttered jokingly.

Cassiopeia clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she approached the small table, “Solomon, do you have any idea where Calliope is?” she asked.

“She should be in Mrs. Rhea’s class unless she skipped like Loki,” Solomon answered.

“I saw her hanging out with Iphigenie during block one,” Odysseus added, “I think they talked about having lunch together.”

Cassiopeia sighed beginning to play with the ring on her fingers, “If you see her today, can you tell her I need to talk to her?” she asked Solomon.

Amora looked up from her book noticing the uneasy look on Cassiopeia’s face, “I mean yeah, but you too are roommates,” Solomon replied, “and sisters.”

“She’s avoiding me for some reason,” Cassiopeia muttered.

“Sure, Cass, if I see Calliope, I’ll tell you need to talk to her,” Solomon said with a smile before the blonde girl in red walked away.

Loki hummed, “I wonder what that was about.”

Solomon shrugged, flipping through his notecards and asking Odysseus a question as Amora looked up at the checkout counter, seeing it vacant. She jumped up silently dismissing herself and heading for the door she needed to get into.

“Did you forget what we were doing?” Cobalt scoffed.

“You could have told me she left!” Amora whispered to the ghostly figure.

Looking around the area close to the door, no one was around to catch her in the act, allowing her to sneak through the door, leaving her standing in a long thin hallway alone. It’s similar to the rest of the college: gothic, dark. Ivory-colored wallpaper with clay-colored leaf patterns, and dark oak paneling on the walls, and dark tile floor with intricate designs. Portraits hung on the walls as Amora slowly walked down the long antechamber, of people she didn’t recognize but who seemed important by the plaques next to the frames, that she didn’t have time to read.

As she ventured forward the hall began to smell heavy of geraniums and lilac making Amora’s head hurt as her limbs felt heavy as she continued to walk. Finally reaching the end of the hallway, Amora was greeted with a large oak door and two small cubbies in the wall with mauve-colored candles that seemed to be the source of the heavy lilac scent in the air. Her head pounding with the feeling as if someone was driving icepicks into her eye sockets, making her close her eyes, she leaned against the small area of the wall next to the door in an attempt to make the pain stop.

Creaking her eyes open she could see that the door was opened slightly allowing her to look into the room behind it. From what could be seen through her narrow vision looked like an alchemist's office, and the smelled a heavy sweetness, that Amora could almost taste. Cling bottles and the sound of glass objects being shuffled around could be heard along with a feminine humming as Amora’s headache only grew. There was not only the pounding it, and the ice pitch feeling behind her eyes, but now the addition of nauseous as it felt like someone was squeezing the sides of her head.

Amora stumbled back, shutting her eyes tight, and holding her head before seeing flashing of teacups, Olympia, a room that looked fit for an alchemist covered in books, alchemy, and chemistry tools while feeling as if her mouth was burning and couldn’t breathe.

She needed to get out!

Hobbling back down the hallway, she couldn't help but cough, behind her hand, as she walked bumping into the walls and knocking herself into the portraits before reaching the exit falling to her knees in front of the staff-only door and coughing up a storm while holding her throat and chest. Head still aching and now acutely aware of how bright the lights were and how loud even the library was.

“Amora! What did you see what I saw!?” Cobalt exclaimed, before laughing and dancing around.

“Amora, oh my god!” Loki gasped, rushing to her side, “What happened in there?!”

Amora continued to gasp for air, “Amora, breathe, please!” Loki ordered softly, crouching in front of the American girl, cupping her face in her pale hands. Amora’s skin caked in sweat as Loki brushed her hair way from her face, “Look at me. Take slow deep breaths.”

Amora inhaled and exhaled slowly beginning to feel a little more normal besides the pounding in her head and the sensitivity to the other head lighting, “There we go lovely,” Loki cooed, stroking Amora’s cheek, “What happened in there?”

“I-I don’t know, I-I-I felt like I was dying! There was like an alchemy room?! Teacups and Ms. Berkshire?!” Amora exclaimed, fumbling her words as she spoke before covering her leaves, “And Cobalt won’t stop laughing and yelling!”

“Like in agony or—”

“Like he’s celebrating!” Amora all but shrieked before muttering, “God, you old fuck!”

“You think you can make it to class?” Loki asked.

Right, class.

“Amora, are you alright?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” Amora huffed, wobbling as she stood up, “Crap! I’m going to be late!”

“Amora!” Loki called, watching Amora stumble and run out of the library.

Running through the empty halls of the school the still feeling as if her in entire body was being pulled into the ground. Stumbling into Lilybeth’s classroom she grabbed the attention of everyone, “Uh… Amora…” Lilybeth questioned.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she panted.

“Just please sit down.”

Amora nodded, sitting down in her regular seat next to Iphigenie, “Amora you okay?” she asked whispering.

“No,” she muttered, before laying her head down on the desk in front of her.

Everything is too loud, yet completely silent, everything hurts so badly, yet even with her eyes closed and her head down there is no peace, there is no reprieve.

“Amora?”

A pointy nail poked the back of her skull making her raise her head, now in an almost empty classroom with her math teacher, who looked at her concerned, “Chickadee? Are you alright?”

Amora let out a little groan, “I’m sorry, I guess…” she muttered standing up and stumbling back slightly.

“Amora!” Lilybeth exclaimed, “I think you need to go the nurse, let’s—”

“Chickadee, what’s happening?”

“Your dad—” Before Lilybeth took hold of her arms to help Amora kept steady.

“Iphigenie, can you grab my phone it’s on my desk.”

“Loki,” Amora muttered, “I need… Loki—”

“Amora!” Lilybeth gasped as Amora collapsed to the floor.

[ch4singchase]

THE BALLAD OF MOTHS, ch. 3 | SNIPPET

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the backseat of my mom's car—an old black Impala that carried the lingering aroma of spilled coffee. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the steady motion of the vehicle hinted our journey.

Before fully waking up, I stole a glance at the front seat, where my mother navigated the route with a map by her side. The details of our destination eluded my groggy mind, another day unfolding in the tapestry of our lives.

"Is everything okay, ma?" I asked, rubbing my eyes to dispel the remnants of sleep.

Caught off guard by my voice, my mom turned to look at me through the rearview mirror, weariness etched across her face.

"Yes, mausi," she attempted a smile, though it failed to reach her eyes. "Sorry if I woke you up; you can go back to sleep."

"No, no, I'm good," I stretched my arms, shaking off the fatigue. "I woke up on my own."

"Good to hear that," my mother nodded, redirecting her gaze to the road while stifling a yawn. "We still have a fair distance to the hotel—probably another hour or so."

Surveying the quiet highway, devoid of much traffic except for the occasional weary traveler, I suggested, "If you want, I can take over for a while, and you can rest."

My mother cast a puzzled look at me through the rearview mirror. "This isn't a parking lot."

"I know," I pressed my lips together, "But you're tired, and the road is nearly empty. I can follow the map until you feel more rested. I've been observing you drive, you know…"

Mrs. Gaumont sighed audibly, as if seeking approval from the powers above for her impending decision. Whatever doubts she harbored, she decided to proceed.

"Okay," she relented, pulling the car over to the side of the highway. "But if anything goes wrong…"

"You come back to the driver's seat, got it!" I grinned, hopping out of the car, prepared to switch places.

Mrs. Gaumont wore a frown as she settled into the backseat, where I had been. Observing me carefully, she watched as I adjusted the rearview mirror to keep an eye on her and the road behind, and positioned the map in a way that allowed me to glance at it without distraction. All the little rituals she followed before hitting the road—she noticed that I wasn't kidding when I mentioned I had been watching her.

Her smile this time was genuine, reaching her eyes. It might have hinted at the wish that someday, I could navigate life on my own. I'll never be sure, but I like to think that's what her smile meant.

"You can rest now, ma!" I called out, meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror as I merged back onto the highway. "I've got this."

And deep down, she knew I would. My mom always knew that I was capable of taking care of myself without her constant guidance. Perhaps, that's why she let go so willingly.

So peacefully.

“You’re really good at this,” Luke finally commented after a while, snapping me out of the reverie.

Glancing at the backseats through the rearview mirror, I noticed Thalia trying to stay awake by gazing out the window, while Annabeth observed my actions with keen interest—from the way I alternated my gaze between the road and the map Luke held for me or shifted gears in the car.

Swallowing hard, I met Annabeth's eyes for the umpteenth time. Unlike before, I wasn't frightened; instead, I was taken aback by her genuine interest in my presence.

But who could blame her? According to Thalia's explanations, they had been traveling together for a considerable time.

“Let me see if I understand,” I furrowed my brows, recalling everything the trio had shared with me. “You’re also connected to these Greek gods…”

“Yes,” Thalia muttered from behind, narrowing her eyes at me, mirroring the curiosity of her smaller companion.

“You're the daughter of the thunder god, one of the Big Three, and because of that, you're pursued by a plethora of monsters,” I reiterated their explanation word for word.

The three of them nodded, awaiting my next words.

“You’re the daughter of Athena…” I turned my gaze to Annabeth. I chose not to delve into the more peculiar aspects of her origins—born from an idea of her mother as a gift; the more I tried to comprehend, the stranger it sounded.

“And you,” I looked at Luke, who raised a brow at me, “You're the son of Hermes, which makes all of you like me, as I'm also the daughter of a god. Everyone inside this car is a half-blood.”

My last statement carried a hint of uncertainty.

“Or demigods,” Luke shrugged, brushing a black curl out of his eyes. “More commonly, we're called demigods.”

“Got it…” I squinted my eyes, doing my best to concentrate on the road rather than the knot forming in my head from all this information.

Once again during that journey, I caught the gaze of the boy with black curls alternating between my face and the leather wristband I wore. I couldn't discern if he was equally intrigued by my magical weapon or if he still found amusement or confusion in the fact that it took me more than a minute to transform the sword back into the wristband.

Honestly, I hoped it was the former. Yet, given the number of times he repeated the same eye movements and subtly moved his lips, it seemed to be the latter.

“Where are you from?” Thalia inquired, her voice betraying a hint of weakness that she tried to conceal.

“Hmm,” I frowned, glancing at the map again, “I'm not sure, maybe Missouri?”

“You're American?” the girl with two electric blue eyes asked, her surprise leaving me bewildered.

“As far as I know… Yes? I’m American.” Seeking an explanation for the sudden question, I looked into the eyes of the others, but each of them appeared surprised by my responses.

Here we were, children of Greek gods, fleeing from monsters that sought to harm beings like us, yet what surprised them was that I identified as American?

Noticing my confusion, Luke snorted, shaking his head.

"You have a different accent, that's all," he answered simply.

But that only deepened the crease in my forehead.

“Well, most states have different accents,” I tried to explain. Since when did I have such a strong accent?

“Yes, but we had been to most of the states,” Thalia reasoned, raising her brows. “Yours doesn’t sound like any accent from here.”

I remained silent, trying to remember if my mother had already commented on anything. When I asked her about my father for the first time, she had told me that she had met him in Missouri, so I ended up deducing that both she and I were also born in Missouri.

But if she met my father here, then I was born here. Which meant that maybe my mother wasn't American. Maybe that explained why I had never met or seen my grandparents. They might not even be here in the United States.

It also explained the many times that my mother had to show her passport to a guard or police officer in addition to her ID. There were also some curious looks that I had recently noticed every time I opened my mouth.

Did my mother have an accent? Probably, because I grew up with her presence always present, hardly talking to other people, I never found it strange. For me, it was normal.

In fact, everything in my life before, at the time, seemed normal to me.

This was just another detail at the tip of the iceberg.

"I didn't ask badly, I was just curious." Thalia commented due my silence, "Sorry"

“No, it’s alright” I shook my head, “I just hadn’t-”

Noticed. But I was interrupted before I could say that.

Thalia squeaked in pain, her face retracting into a grimace and her hand instinctively went to her leg.

“Hey, Thalia,” Luke shouted, looking back from his seat, “Stay strong, we’re almost there. Take the next turn.”

I followed his order, watching Thalia quickly, she was way paler than before. I had no idea what I could say or do to help them, so I just continued to drive.

Viola’s pale skin tainted with her own blood jumped into my mind.

[inklessletter]

Pairing: None really, hint of hellcheer and hint of steddie, but it's up to what you reader want to believe

CW: major character death, angst, anxiety, mention of eating disorder, mention of abusive family, mention of abusive romantic relationship, mention of victim blaming, idealisation of being dead

Being dead was strange.

And lonely.

And ultimately, peaceful.

Chrissy woke up with a gasp, shaking and embracing herself, defending her body from a phantom menace. Last thing she remembered was extreme pain and panic and then, nothingness.

Much to her dismay, when she was fully conscious of her own demise, Chrissy felt—well, she was relieved. And that was a fucked up thing to feel, she thought. She was aware that there were people back there that loved her and she would probably be missed, but then she thought about her mom and she didn't feel so gross out of the sudden. She wondered if her mom would genuinely mourn her loss or if she would instantly use her death to play the martyr and get that kind of attention she loved so much.

She looked around only to find herself in an eternal blackness, her terrified whimpers echoing in that new place, that void. Once she noticed that there was no one there but her, that she was no longer in imminent danger, she realized that she had died. Her breathing slowed down, she stopped trembling and no more tears watered her gray pupils. The fear that she woke up in became a ghost feeling, a shattered, almost distant memory.

Then she realized that she wasn't hungry.

Chrissy begged internally to whichever god made her be there that she would not feel the hunger ever again.

Chrissy wandered around the nothingness, remembering things about her life, about her last days. She remembered the nightmare monster that called her name and ended her suffering but she was no longer afraid. She could not be hurt anymore that she had already been.

She thought about Jason her heart clenched for a second when she thought of the tender moments. Those few "first" experiences. The first time he smiled at her. The first time he spoke to her, and when he tucked a lock of hair behind her very red ear. The first kiss, the first whispered 'I love you'. The first gift, that golden necklace, right after that conversation and half a promise of marrying her after high school, the first time they had sex after that.

And then she thought about how everything went to shit after that, how he sided her mom's humiliating comments about her body, how he made her feel like shit when she confronted him about it, like it was her fault. How he got angry when she refused to fuck completely naked, and how he slapped her and called her stupid, just to apologize the next day by saying "I am sorry, you just made me so mad with that nonsense".

No, Chrissy would not miss Jason Carver in the afterlife. She could not break up with him, but he was no longer a problem.

She was walking through a forest, tall trees, familiar, when she stopped thinking about Jason. Chrissy had no idea how she got there or where it was the nothingness, the void.

She kept walking at a comfortable pace when she heard birds, and that put a smile on her face.

She was thinking about the last time she smiled when she saw the picnic table in front of her.

Chrissy didn't recognised it immediately, but when she did, she smiled again.

Eddie.

She sat on the bench, right where she did a few days ago, and thought about that moment. Thought about Eddie Munson rolling on the floor to make her laugh, and his long, frizzy hair all messy with crunchy leaves, and his passionate talking and he willing to almost give his goods for free when she knew he charged almost fifty bucks for what he was about to sell her.

Eddie was deceivingly sweet. She would have loved to be brave enough when she was alive to talk to him, to be friends with him. He was fun, and he didn't need to talk shit about other people to be funny. It had no case now wondering if they would have been friends if she ever made it out.

Chrissy thought that it was sweet to think that they would have been.

Her heart clenched again with a deep, far away sadness. This time, it wasn't because of what she left behind, but because of a chance she could not ever take.

Being dead was definitely strange, and feelings came in waves, like an echo of a voice that you only know it's yours because someone told you it is.

Being dead was lonely.

This was not at all what she learned in the church, if this was Heaven, or Hell, or something in between it was not how she envisioned it. No judgment, no Saint Peter guarding the gate, no demons, no Nana waiting for her, no nothing. Just the forest and the table and the sound of distant birds.

She thought then if she would ever talk to someone ever again. Chrissy shrugged, playing with an empty can. Most people have hurt her, so she didn't really mind not talking to anyone ever again.

She lifted her gaze to where Eddie was standing that time, and no one was there.

Being dead was peaceful.

After so much stress, self loathing and suffering, being in a familiar place surrounded by nothing than soft afternoon light and birds singing was perfection. She realized just then that she was really exhausted and she thought 'why not?' and just threw away the can in his hand and accommodated herself and just slept on that spot.

And slept, and dreamed of red and blue skies, and glowing cracks in lakes, and a house, and intense red, and that Mayfield girl, and Eddie again, and music, and—

Wait.

Chrissy opened her eyes. She was not dreaming of music. She was hearing music.

She heard an electric guitar, frenetic rhythm, and she heard that before, she thought? Or something similar. She couldn't really remember but she jumped off her seat and started running through the forest, looking for the source of that music.

Afterlife peace be damned. She ran, and ran and ran among the trees and she was still there, she could feel it, but everything was dark now and she felt lost. The music was very loud now but it was out of reach.

She stopped running. Chrissy took a hand to her chest and she could perfectly feel her heart pumping every bit of feeling that no longer felt like a far away memory of it. She was frantic. Nervous.

And then some voices.

Someone shouting Eddie's name, and it made sense, didn't it? That music and Eddie fit so well. And then other voice screaming his name and she might be dead, but she remembered what desperation sounded like, and she expected the worst.

With her heart so clenched that almost hurt, she kept walking to what it felt the end of the forest, and he saw them there.

Eddie, lying on the floor, a young boy crying his heart out so loudly that Chrissy felt his pain as her own. Another man running towards them, kneeling next to him, hugging the kid. There must have been so much she didn't know, Chrissy thought, when she realized that the man now lifting Eddie's body was Steve Harrington.

And it felt intimate, she felt uninvited there, watching that scene. She should definitely not be there, witnessing Nancy Wheeler embracing the crying kid, covering his head, turning it away from Eddie. Chrissy should not be there, watching Robin Buckley crouching next to Steve, touching him as if they were soulmates, and sharing your that heartbroken look, Steve shaking his head, and a tear running down Robin's cheek.

Chrissy closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to soothe her aching heart. When she opened them again whe was in that forest, afternoon light over her. Back to when she was last happy.

She turned to see that empty picnic table and slowly sat there again, bracing herself.

Being dead was strange.

Feelings were strange, time was strange.

She did not know how much time it passed, really, when she heard steps.

Chrissy opened her eyes and she could feel him before he saw him.

Eddie Munson was standing in front of her.

Chrissy smiled at him, sad and happy at the same time because being dead was strange.

In his confusion, he smiled back at her.

Being dead was not lonely anymore, and she felt she could help him realize that being dead could be peaceful.

@mentallyundone

[alexanderdragonborn]

Milha-Ma and the Dark Brotherhood

Windhelm...home of the Stormclocks. I can't wait to get out of the city as soon as possible. It seems that everyone hates my kind here.

I sighed and went to walk towards the docks. Hopefully, Solstheim won't be too bad.

“Then it's true, what everyone is saying? That Aventus Aretino is doing the Black Sacrament? Trying to summon the Dark Brotherhood?"

*The...the Dark Brotherhood? Did I hear that right?*

Idesa: "Oh, Grimvar... always with the nonsense. No, no, of course not. Those are just tales..."

*Mother...*

Grimvar: "Fine. Then I'll invite him out to play. He lives right there. I'm going to knock on his door..."

Idesa: "No, child! Wait! That boy, that house - they're cursed."

Grimvar: "Ha! Then I'm right. I knew it. He's trying to have somebody killed!"

Idesa: "All right. I won't deny it, child. What you heard is true. But Aventus Aretino walks a dark path. His actions can lead only to ruin. Now, enough. We will speak no more of this. I am the only friend you need."

*No...*

On second thought Miraak can wait. I can't let this kid do this. I walked towards Idesa.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to hear but did I hear something about a cursed child?

"Hmm ahh yes. A boy Aventus Arotino lost his mother recently but now he's come back. There are strange whispers. Some are saying it's the Dark Brotherhood. He's bring evil into this city

*Can it really get anymore evil? Gods if you heard that don't do it. By the Hist it’s already awful here.*

I waited for the woman and the kid to leave and crouched down and walked towards the door. I grabbed my lockpicks and attempted to open the door.

*Click* wow that was easy. I thought and walked in.

Once I was in the house I stood up and took my hood off. It felt cold and damp in here.

"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."

"That must be the ritual." I thought and walked up the stairs. My mouth slightly dropped. The room was completely a mess and really empty. I ended up gagging from the smell of rotten flesh. I saw a letter on the ground. I picked it up and quickly read it.

"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."

*Wow the Jarl can't even bother to look after and even check in his own city.*

"Please... How long must I do this? I keep praying, Night Mother. Why won't you answer me?" I slowly walked towards the sounds of stabbing.

I felt my body froze.

*What are you doing?! Leave! This isn't any of your business. He's already too far gone.*

I walked towards the kid. He immediately bolts up and runs toward me excitedly.

"It worked! I knew you'd come, I just knew it! I did the Black Sacrament, over and over. With the body and the... the things. And then you came! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood." he said.

"I'm sorry kid. But I'm not who you think I am. I'm actually-"

"Of course you are! I prayed, and you came, and now you'll accept my contract."

“Contract?”

"My mother, she... she died. I... I'm all alone now. So they sent me to that terrible orphanage in Riften. Honorhall. The headmistress is an evil, cruel woman. They call her Grelod the Kind. But she's not kind. She's terrible. To all of us. So I ran away, and came home. And performed the Black Sacrament. Now you're here! And you can kill Grelod the Kind!"

*Grelod? Lucifer told me about her. How terrible is she? Has the Jarl done wait a minute the Jarl Maven of course not.*

“If you don't mind me asking. Tell me about your mother. What happened?”

"She got sick, last winter, when the snows came. And she just... she never got better. Not all year. One night she fell asleep and... never woke up. So now I'm all alone. And the Jarl said I had to go to Honorhall Orphanage. It's not fair!"

“Are you sure about this, boy? Murdering this woman? Once I do this there's no going back.”

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life. Someone like Grelod doesn't deserve to live one more day. She's a monster."

"Okay." I sighed feeling defeated. I turned around and saw my companions. Some were puzzled others were annoyed. I sighed and walked towards the exit

"Lady, if you don't mind Please hurry. To be honest, I'm kind of lonely here. As much as I hated getting sent to Honorhall, I really miss my friends there..."

"I'll see what I can do." I continued walking towards the exit.

"You're not actually going to grant the kids wish? You wouldn't murder an innocent person?"

"She's not innocent. She's been horrible to everyone. No kid in that orphanage has ever been adopted for years. I would now. I had to run away." Lucifer responded

If the kid ran away from Riften all the way back to his home. She really must be horrible. I'm curious to see what's going on." Remiel said.

I exited the door feeling torn.

"Well, it looks like we're going to Riften. I'll head to  Solstheim after to take a break from this." I thought. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped

" Woah easy there, I was just wondering are we going to Riften? So you can do the whole Grelod thing." Lucifer asked

"That's the plan. You guys won’t be there with me. I plan to let you guys rest at the Inn. I’ll see if I can handle this diplomatically. Assuming I get the chance to talk to her. 

“I’m glad I choose to talk to you now. Grelod won’t even let give you a chance to talk to her. If you tell her Aventus sent you. She’ll threaten to beat him up. You know what I’m coming with you. I want to see her get what she deserves.” Lucifer said. 

“Calm down Beeko. Are you sure about this? I asked slightly worried. 

“Positive. Just know I’ll be with you no matter what.” He pats me on the back.

We just left Windhelm and I already feel sick to the stomach. 

If I do this. Will my father ever see me the same way again? Would he be ashamed of me? Am I really going to stoop to my mother’s level? 

I sighed and hopped on my mount. 

“Come on Darla,” We’re going to Riften”

[teecupangel]

Author’s note (a bit of a rant because I need to get this off my chest, holy shit, what the fuck):

Sorry, guys. I know I’m late but things have been hectic as hell for the past week. In a nutshell, I got hit by a truck and woke up in some weird place where people keep calling me the chosen one to save the world from this demon king hellbent on taking over the world.

So yeah… I’ve apparently been isekai’ed by the goddamn truck-kun. I think it was shipping rice grains or something which is weird af since it’s not yet harvesting month but that’s beside the point.

Anyway, this cute girl who is apparently the daughter of the king that summoned me became my guide and gave me a tour of the castle and told me everything I need to know about this world (I’m gonna skip all that part because, my god, it sounds like they just copy-pasted the most popular isekai light novels published, I’m soooo embarrassed being the chosen one of this world, ngl, also I still haven't found my OP skill yet unless being able to predict the plot is supposed to be it which, if it is, fuck you isekai gods, give me something else!) and she’s really cute and sweet and I’m thinking “oh, I’m in a harem isekai” and I’m like… totally okay with that but Imma wait for the pink-haired girl and pray to the isekai gods that she’s not a tsundere.

Then I met him.

Holy shit.

Blond hair. Green eyes. Clad in white and with a face that just screamed ‘male love interest’ written all over him.

And he’s the illegitimate son of the king so he has a chip on his shoulder with that prince charming smile and politeness that just screams “SUS! ABSOLUTELY SUS!” no matter how much I look at it.

And I’m like… he’s gonna be my rival, right? Or something?

Then there was a banquet to celebrate my summoning and, for a kingdom that’s supposed to be in hot waters because of a demon army or something, all these rich folks- oh, sorry, these nobles seemed to be doing well and looking fine.

And the dress they gave me? Absolutely gorgeous. I would describe it but you guys know I suck at describing clothes and shit.

You might be thinking, oh shit, oh shit, this is sounding familiar, and you would be right, my dear readers (or whoever else is still reading this rant or summary or whatever this is meant to be called). I have made a mistake…

And that was drilled into my brain when he arrived.

The Arch Duke of the North, known as the Bloodthirsty Monster of the Northern Winter.

Black hair.

Red eyes.

Clad in black and gold…

With a really ornate obviously OP sword on his side.

It is as you and I have feared.

I am not in a harem isekai story.

I am in an isekai story with two male love interest.

Oh god.

They called me the chosen one but I hear the other name for me.

Saintess.

And, of course, the real love interest has to be the dark haired dude, right? This is how these stories go.

And I was right because the night after the party? I got kidnapped.

Yup.

And these masked dudes all want me to awaken this supposed weapon of mass destruction or something and I’m like… yeah, okay, because I was planning on using it to take them down.

This world might have messed up my moral compass or something, who knows.

Anyway, turns out this weapon of mass destruction is my laptop! I don’t know how it got to this world and I don’t know why it has wifi and the battery is the infinity sign right now but I have access to my dropbox and I’m still logged in to my AO3 account so the August Birthday MegaPosting Bash (I still don’t remember what I call it) is STILL ON!

So I hope you enjoy this new chapter and, yes, the next chapter will be up on Aug 28 as I promise. Not even this goddamn war that smells of absolute bullshit will keep me from writing and posting!

Edit: I’ve been getting comments asking if I’m okay and stuff so I’m adding this now. Yes, I’m okay. I was saved by this white-haired mage dude who told me that the power of the saintess inside me is slowly killing me. He probably thinks I’ve, like, reached nirvana or whatever with how I took the news but this world has been very predictable for a while now so I’m sure there’s gonna be some cure or another. Maybe with the main ml which I think is the black-haired arch duke or whatever he was. I’m gonna write it here now: If that duke turns out to be half-demon or the actual demon king, I called it right here!

Edit-edit: Holy shit. Oh my god. Oh dear god. The duke has an Assassin squad who saved me from this pretty weirdass mage and one of them has dark curly hair and gold eyes. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Fuck. Send help.

Isekai where a fanfic writer is determined to get back to their normal world in time to post their next update on schedule

[gayerthanevertbh]

the widow’s bunny - part 4

author’s note | so sorry for not updating! i was away :( but here’s part 4! i hope you enjoy it, the next part will probably contain heavy smut. so get ready for that !!!

summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”

pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

warnings | violence ; slut shaming ; obsessive behavior ; very (18)+ !!!

taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts​  @heidithriel​ @mommynat​ @myplaceofsolace​ @jediluka​ @d14n4ol 4ol​ @youralphawolf72​ @natasharomanoff-wife @santasbitch @karmasgxrl​ @marvel2024​ @ripofflizzie​ @tashakink​  @natashaswife12345 (i don’t know why i can’t tag some of u :/)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 so on...

You were pretending to be asleep when Natasha left you for a moment to get some water. Your body aches from a sleepless night and that’s why your captive is bringing you a glass, to help you slumber once again. But, you can’t. You just can’t, especially when she’s around. You are quite frightened – can you blame yourself though – as this deviant monster was just kissing your neck a few minutes ago. What did I do to deserve this kind of obsession?

You do know she’s obsessed with you since she’s been stealing glances when you were back at the house. Although you didn’t pay attention to it because you felt like you were just being delusional. Well, you weren’t. She was basically watching you from afar.

No wonder why she got so close.

“Hi, baby.”

Turning, you see Natasha sitting beside you as she held out your chin to open your mouth. You did, slightly, and drank from the glass slowly. She whispered that sent down chills on your skin: “Good girl, you are such a good little girl.”

You want to cry on that spot.

She softly lets go of your chin and offered a kind smile that felt disgusting. How can she act so calm yet so fucking evil around you? Fucking crazy.

“Go to sleep now, bunny,” Natasha taunted and kissed your temple gently. “I’ll wrap my arms around you. Maybe even touch your boobies once in a while, would you like that?”

“Most certainly not,” You quickly responded with bitterness. Her smile faltered. Yeah, go cry about it bitch.

“Brat.”

Her hand is suddenly pressed onto your stomach as she pushes you back down forcefully, hearing an animalistic growl erupting from her as she wraps her long buffed arm around your lower waist. Her head is peacefully tucked in your neck. Your chest starts to heave as you think of many scenarios of what she’ll do to you. Will this woman rape you? Hurt you? Locking you up? God, you can’t even think straight anymore. At this point, you don’t care if you live or not.

“You’re thinking way too loud, shut up.” She strongly suggested and quietly let out a hum.

You have no choice but to sleep.

As soon as you woke up, there was a tray of food beside you. You were in shock at how she cooked your favorite breakfast meal. Ham and Cheese with french fries aside and a glass of iced coffee, you looked closer and saw how well done it was. How does she even know I like this type of food? What a creep–

“Do you like it?”

Natasha was standing 5-6 feet away from you and a small smile that crept on her face as soon as you turned your head. You shrugged, not knowing what else to really say, and mumbled, “How do you know it’s my favorite?”

“So dumb,” She says to herself and chuckles deeply. Like, really deep. “Your father told me about it. And, I’ve read your diary.”

What the fuck?! “What?”

“Diary, I cannot fathom enough of how much I love me some ham and cheese,” She says with a teasing tone as she says the words that were in your diary. “I also think my dad’s friend is quite pretty. But, she looks mean. Although I’ll do my best to make a conversation with her!”

“You have no right to do that!” You said with fire in your tone as your eyes deepened with anger. Natasha looked amused by your reaction. It was sickening. “That’s invading someone else’s privacy, you fucking creep!”

“Watch that tone of yours, printsessa,” Natasha spits out with venom in her tone and grabs your jaw tightly, bringing your face closer to her. Your face pangs as it heats up quickly and whimpers when she grips it tighter.

“I’m a creep for you! I love you,” Her voice softens as well as her eyes, and presses her forehead against yours. “You’re just so fucking perfect. I knew the moment I met you I was destined to be with you. I had to take my chances. You have no idea how much I long for you, and now that you’re here it’s just so compelling, detka. You’re mine.”

You quickly shake your head as you replied, “I’ll never be yours.”

Smack!

Your face heats with irritation and a hand that was quickly on your cheeks, eyes bewildered at the fact that this woman has slapped you on the face. A pan of fear comes through your submissive eyes and Natasha, well, as always – she looked amused. She smirks at you until she says, “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that. But, you’re such a brat today. My temper is very short.”

You thought about the choices that were in your mind. Either you escape from Natasha until you’re dead or you stay with her and experience the trauma and the abuse that she’ll give you. But, you thought to yourself, I still want to live. I want to explore, but I feel like my time is ticking. What should I do at this point?

She saw the fear in your eyes and softened her body, cooing at you, “Detka, I didn’t mean that. I–I lost my temper, that was my fault. I will never hit you again unless you’ve been a bad girl. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if you are.”

The widow tries touching your face, but you flinch. She sighs.

“I’ll never do that again,” She says for one last time, until you feel her lips pressed on your forehead, Natasha sighs deeply. “You’re so beautiful. I won’t hurt you again, I promise. Now, please eat. You must be really hungry. Come on, I’ll feed you little one.”

She takes a piece of the sandwich and asks me to open my mouth. You complied, opening your mouth slightly and placing the food inside. You chew and see how pleased your captive was. She likes taking care of you, even though it doesn’t even look like she is. Because if she does, she will let you go. You wouldn’t be here right now.

“You’re such a keeper,” She mumbles quietly and drinks from your glass, smiling. “I can’t wait to fuck you. I just know that pussy of yours is so little and such a virgin. I’ll pretend it’s a virgin pussy, I want to be your first.”

You didn’t react, you were just too tired to speak or to even think. You kept eating your sandwich until it was all finished and Natasha’s lips were connected to yours, moaning softly on your mouth. Her fingers hold your chin to keep you in place as she pulls away with a smirk on her face that sends shivers down your throat.

“You are so beautiful,” She compliments as her hands trail down your clothed waist. You whimpered. “I’ll make you mine, kotenok. I just want you to be comfortable with me so mommy can take care of your needs. My needs. Do you know what I need?”

You shake your head, pretending to not know what she fully needs even though you already have an idea. But she likes having you like this. All merciless and vulnerable. It soothes her quite well. Her face leans closer to your ear and husks out,

“Your pussy. My cock is inside of your pussy. My fingers and my tongue. I want to devour you, own you, mark you in the most explicit way. I want to emphasize how much I love you. Need you. So, you better be fucking ready once mommy wants to fuck the shit out of you.”

And in an instant, she left the room. Leaving you inside with a glass of your coffee as your face cringes in disgust at the woman. You don’t know if you should be scared or not, but right now, you are at this height of fear and excitement. And that’s the thing, it’s weird. Why on earth would you be excited about a woman who practically dreams of having sex with you and wants to take you? Was it because of the pleasure? You don’t really know.

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Natasha comes out of her bedroom swiftly and hears the sound of her phone ringing. Confidently, she grabs her digital device from the table and sees the name Steve Rogers popping up on the screen. She sighs, knowing where this is going to lead. Her friend, a close friend, is going to ask something that will make her–

“Hello?” She answers and places the phone in her ears.

“Nat? Have you seen Y/N?”

Steve’s voice was calm and steady with a hint of concern in his tone. Natasha’s heart felt relieved and replied with a nonchalant voice, “No. Why? The last time I saw her was after lunch.”

Steve sighs through the phone and responded: “She hasn’t been seen in a day. Clint is getting really worried, everyone is. Laura says that Y/N isn’t usually like this, and I asked you since you and she got pretty close. I can see how you look at her, Natasha. So please, if you’ve seen her just … tell me?”

Natasha scoffs loudly as she feels like her own friend couldn’t even trust her. Well, I don’t blame him. No one should really trust me. She says bitterly: “I don’t know where Y/N is, Rogers. And you’re acting like you can’t even trust me–”

“Nat.”

“I don’t know where Y/N is,” Her voice was so deep that it kind of scared the super-soldier himself. “Okay? Now, leave me alone, I’m spending time with my sister.”

Natasha was a good liar. Well, she should be since she’s the deadliest assassin in the whole world. So, Steve wouldn’t recognize the untold truth. She hears the man sigh and says, “Okay. I trust you. Take care.”

Hanging up on her friend, Natasha places her phone back down on the table and crosses her arms. She knows the consequences and the critics of capturing you, she truly understands. But her obsession becomes more erratic whenever the woman who is held captive of you comes closer. It’s like you’re the prey and she’s the devil, trying her absolute best to have you in the palm of her hand. And you’re in her hands. She loves the thrill of it.

She remembers the time when she had done this with two other women. One older and a younger one, who’s a little older than you by now. The older woman that she held captive, escaped. Natasha was glad that she put something in her drink before she plotted her escape. So then, no one could track a vile creature like her.

The other woman, she was as gullible as you.  She was beautiful as ever, she had the eyes of a little girl that she find it so fascinating. Her name was Marianne and Natasha thought to herself that she was in love with that woman.

Unfortunately, she killed her. In the most horrific way.

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“Stay away from me!”

After 10 months of Marianne being held captive by Natasha, she wanted to run away. Of course, Natasha was loath to that thinking of hers so she chased after the brunette, who was running away from her. Marianne’s heart was thumping so loud, she could hear it ringing through her eyes and hid behind the counter where she thought she could hide. Until Natasha marches toward the girl with pure red in her eyes. Marianne whimpered loudly like a beaten-up dog as the widow grabbed her by the jaw, pushing her to the counter so hard that she felt her back snap.

“Wanna fucking run away from me?!” Natasha, who has her hand wrapped around Marianne’s neck, grips it tightly and looks at her with horns in her head comically. The younger woman looks at her with pleading eyes, asking her not to go through this path that she knows. The widow shakes her head and smacks Marianne mercilessly.

She grabbed her hair, pulled it from the back, and slammed her face onto the marbled floor; satisfied with herself that her little creature’s nose was bleeding. Shouting, she said: “You’re fucking pathetic. Tried calling Wanda to save you? No one else will save you other than me, you fucking rat!”

Natasha never planned the murder of Marianne. Why would she? But, her temper got out of hand. Marianne was lying on the ground lifelessly, as Natasha’s eyes trailed over her bruised face. In some demonic way, there was no remorse inside the widow. Not even a single tear slid down her eyes. She just looked at Marianne’s dead body and sighed. After 15 minutes or so, she called Wanda to clean up the body and asked her if all of her family members could forget about Marianne’s disappearance and death.

Natasha did not mourn. And that truly concerned Wanda despite the ruthless woman beating her up until she was dead. Wanda was deadlier than the assassin, yet felt so small whenever it came to Natasha. They were best friends, and they’ll always be best friends. But, Wanda doesn’t know how much she can contain this anymore. She was scared for Natasha’s life.

“Please tell me this will be the last time you’ll kidnap someone,” Wanda asked, a begging tone in her voice, as she looked back at her shoulder to see her friend pouring a cup of coffee calmly.

“Okay.”

“Can you promise me that? Please? This is getting way too out of hand.”

“Why do you fucking care?” Natasha chuckled and sat beside her friend, who looked at her with so much concern in her eyes. The witch softened and placed her hand against Natasha’s, holding it gently. Wanda whispered,

“You’re affecting everyone. And sooner or later, they will find out.”

“No they won’t,” She responds with more of a dominant tone in her voice, snapping her eyes at you. She continued, “As long as you keep that mouth of yours shut, no one will know. Do you understand?”

“And what if I don’t want to be part of this?”

Natasha scoffs and shakes her head in irritation.

“What the fuck is up with you? Usually, you’d follow my orders–”

“But I’m a friend Natasha, not some fucking slave of yours!” The witch blurts out, standing away from the assassin. “I only agreed to this because I thought this was a one-time thing. Now, you’ve killed two innocent girls! Natasha, you’re supposed to be a heroic woman, not some vile demonic creature.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself. She was starting to think that this conversation was pointless, whatever Natasha was doing, she knew it was right. Deep inside, she knows that. But it’s starting to get more transparent as her obsession grows for a girl every time. And to Wanda’s defense, she just loves her best friend.

“Then quit, if you must.”

It was Wanda’s turn to scoff, “Fine. Don’t ever fucking call me for help.” Wanda grabbed her black cardigan that was sitting on the arm couch and left without a goodbye to Natasha, who felt a little devastated. Now, she has to do this on her own. And, if she kills another girl, then that’s the end for her.

“I’m a good person,” Natasha mumbles to herself as tears begin to formulate uncontrollably in her eyes. Her hands were balled into a fist on the counter and chanted, “I’m a good person, I’m a good person, I’m a good person.”

Her evilness consumes her to the point that she doesn’t see what is right or wrong anymore. She’s a sick, twisted, human being and doesn’t deserve the name of “Avenger”. Her cruelty overtakes her and continues to masturbate to multiple girls that she fell for. Especially Marianne, who she just killed.

Natasha loved Marianne, or so she thought. Marianne responded to her so well whenever they would “make love” in her bed. She adores the way the brunette would be submissive towards her, especially when Natasha is in an insatiable moment. That’s what Marianne is only good for, just a fuck for Natasha. Maybe then, she doesn’t love her.

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Snapping from her gaze, the widow walks back inside of the room and sees you sitting promptly on the back of the headboard. Her head is facing down while her fingers are playing with themselves. Natasha smiled from afar and called her out, “You’re so pretty when you’re quiet.”

You scoffed as you played with the hem of your shirt, noticing how dirty it was. You need new clothes, a shower even. Looking up, you shake your head at her.

“What else am I suppose to say?”

Natasha shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know. But, you’re beautiful.”

You couldn’t even count how many times this woman complimented you to the point that it wasn’t affecting you at all. Maybe you were just exhausted from it, or probably because you weren’t so attracted to her. But, if you can admit, Natasha Romanoff is quite captivating herself. Especially with that husky deep tone of hers–

“Can I have a shower and a new set of clothes?” You asked.

“Of course,” Natasha walks to the closet and opens it, grabbing a few clothes and then placing them on the mattress. These were your clothes, by the way. And you have this feeling of wanting to get rid of them. She closes it and smiles softly at you. “I will have to lock this bedroom while you take your bath. I would like to join you but, I don’t think we are there yet.”

Of course, we aren’t. I’ll never let you touch me anyways. You nod and stand up from the mattress and grab the clothes that were on the mattress. Carefully, you walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Finally, some alone time where you can think freely and not a psychopath who was beside you. Wanting you. You take a deep breath and disregard your clothes until you are fully naked. You got slimmer and your cheeks are getting more defined as soon as you were in this chamber with her. You got yourself inside of the isolated shower room and rinse yourself with warm water that was prickling against your skin. Soap is slathered all over your silky skin as you close your eyes in satisfaction. At least a shower would calm my mind. I want to stay here forever.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case since Natasha is knocking on the door loudly. Saying, “You’ve been there for way too long, detka. Come out now, or I’ll have to see you naked.”

There’s no way she’s going to see me naked. So you walked out of the shower and quickly dried yourself, wearing the clothes that she offered. You wish you could do your skincare, but the ones that you used weren’t here. Well, there goes your skin. You walked outside of the bathroom and saw Natasha waiting for you in bed. She smiled at you, her eyes averted to your body and gave a devilish smirk. Oh god, no.

“You’re so beautiful, so so beautiful.” Completely in awe, she says. You rolled your eyes and sat back down on the bed, which is the only thing you do at this point. You can’t walk outside or even take a look at the house. It’s kind of boring to be inside a room where no one talks to you except for a psychopath like her.

Out of curiosity, you asked. “Why me?”

“Hm?”

“Why me?” You asked again but this time, you look at her directly. Her eyes soften and tilt her head in adoration. Her hand was on your lap while the other one was on your cheeks, holding you so gently that you might get comfortable with that touch of hers.

“Ever since I met you, I felt the need to have you. You looked at me differently than anyone else and somehow my heart was telling me that you are the one. And it did not lie. Because you are the one for me, Kotenok.”

“You could’ve asked me out instead of kidnapping me,” You mumbled to her as you looked down at your feet, frightened to look at her green eyes that speak with evil. “This is too inhumane.”

“But I like the thrill of it, baby,” Natasha whimpered and pulled your chin up to look back at her. You groaned as she held it tightly. “I love it when you’re inside of my house, nowhere to be found. I love the way you’re just here and begging so you can go home. Unfortunately to your dismay, you’ll never come home. They’ll never find you because I’m yours forever as you are mine.”

This is so unhinged. You felt grossed out as soon as her hand lingered all over your exposed neck, chuckling to herself at how well you responded to her. She hums, then pecks your neck a little; smiling.

“You’re such a demonic human being.” You tell her. Her smile widens at the little name you gave her.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen worse.”

“Natasha, can you just let me go? I promise you, I can try loving you the way you want me to! I just want this to be normal, a normal relationship! Let me love you naturally,” You begged for so many reasons. You begged for your dear life and also begged for her to let you go so you can run away from the woman as far as you can. You inwardly wish that you were still in boarding school, not witnessing this madness.

Natasha shakes her head while you are nodding frantically. You made both of your hands clasped together and pleaded to her with a desperate look in your eyes. She just smiled, still completely in awe of you, and whispered:

“You’re not going anywhere, detka. You belong to me.”

Then, your vulnerability takes over you and you begged even more. “Natasha, this isn’t normal! This is sick! I’m not some property you can own, I have a life out there too. Let me experience it, please! I just got out of boarding school!”

No matter how much you beg for your life or how much you plead with those puppy eyes of yours, Natasha will never let you go. You’re staying with her for good, and you just pray to the universe that somehow they’ll kill you off instead of being with someone who is truly the cruelest person that has ever lived.

“No,” Natasha stated simply and grabbed your jaw, bringing your face closer to her once again. Spitting out, she said: “You’re mine. You won’t survive out there, you’ll need me. You’re just a fucking pathetic slut who I own. I own you.”

She owns you.