#'why should i hide my fangs? why can't i be ALL fangs? not like the person i'm in love with will mind'

[mxtxfanatic]

If one touched it, Xie Lian was afraid that the whole array would launch an attack at that point. However, with the teenager’s current pace, it seemed like he hadn’t noticed something was there. Xie Lian was just pondering over whether he should give the teenager a warning when he heard a ‘ka-cha’ noise. With this tragic crunching noise, Xie Lian blankly watched that person’s foot step onto the skull and shatter it into dust.

Then, as if he hadn’t felt or noticed anything, this person indifferently stepped on the skull dust and kept on walking.

—Chapt. 8: Heaven Official's Blessing The Ghost Holds a Wedding, The Crown Prince Climbs Onto the Marriage Sedan (Part Three)

I love how op Hua Cheng is immediately shown to be. Like with Xie Lian, the narrative does this back and forth where it plays him like a fool and a ditz before revealing that that’s only his persona and he means business, but Hua Cheng? Introduction scene has everything cowering from him, weapons crushed into dust beneath his boots, all while he takes a leisurely stroll with his lifelong crush and future husband who is pretending to be a bride. Love it!

[xiaq]

I want an AU where Steve is a werewolf and Eddie is a vampire except neither of them know about the other.

Eddie is the frontman of an up and coming band, but he's left his coven and surrounded himself with humans. They perform after sunset anyway so it's easy enough for him to hide his nature.

Steve has similarly left his toxic family pack and built his own pseudo-pack through the kids. He works as a park ranger. Or an ornithologist. Or something else nature-y/nerdy. But no one knows about his furry little secret.

Maybe Steve ends up attending a concert with one of the kids who has VIP passes and Eddie zeros in on Steve immediately at the meet and greet because he's pretty and preppy and delightfully out of place and also he smells good. And Steve is having similar thoughts, but he tries to play it off because there's no way an honest to god rock star would be interested in him and his polo and his boat shoes (also his hearing is temporarily fucked from the concert, so he doesn't register Eddie's lack of heartbeat).

After some light flirting, Eddie invites Steve back to his hotel and Steve is like, you know what? Yes. I am going to have a one night stand with the gorgeous front man of a metal band and I'll probably fall a little in love with him by the end of the night and it will break my heart when he kicks me out in the morning, but it will be an experience. Let me go drop off my kids and I'll be right back.

Except what he doesn't know is Eddie is planning to have a little snack while they're in the throes of passion––not enough to hurt Steve or anything, just enough that he'll have a pleasurable blackout and wake up tired but sated.

The only problem is that neck-biting (that breaks the skin) for wolves is the equivalent of marriage.

So when Eddie bites Steve, instead of a venom-drunk human, peacefully slipping into sleep in his arms, he gets a very horny, very confused, werewolf who is now insisting that they're married.

I can't decide if it would be funnier if Wolves/Vampires didn't know about each other, Ie:

"You're a Werewolf?" Eddie says, "What do you mean you're a werewolf? Werewolves exist? No. Shut up. Prove it."

And:

"Holy shit. A vampire. Vampires are real," Steve reaches for Eddie's face and Eddie is so baffled by the everything of this situation that he lets Steve pinch Eddie's top lip and peel it up off his fangs for a mortifyingly long moment. Eddie draws the line when he starts poking at Eddie's incisors, though.

"Why do I feel funny?" Steve mutters. "Will your venom kill me?"

"How should I know," Eddie hisses, only a little hysterical, "I didn't know wolves existed until two minutes ago, I've never bitten a wolf before."

"And you won't be biting any others, mister. Infidelity is not ok."

The other option is that wolves and vamps DO know about each other but stay so isolated in their covens and packs (and loners are super unusual) that they never interact. So Steve and Eddie are both like, dang, I'd been raised to think all of your kind were smelly/ugly/gross, but you uh, don't fit into that box at all. Weird.

Regardless, Steve (still naked, probably) crosses his arms all huffy, like, "well, we're married now, you're not going to bite me and then cast me aside like some harlot," and Eddie is like "...I'm weirdly ok with this, actually. No arguments here." And eventually they live happily ever after.

[evilminji]

Ya'll know our BELOVED? Little Baby Man?

The noodliest ghosty boy?

What if he WAS Baby? It wouldn't be the first time Danny's enemies plotting gave him offspring. Only this time it's not a clone! It's a proper GHOST baby. Like Lunch Box.

Who's the other parent I hear you ask?

Pretty human-centric view point there buddy, to assume Ghosts NEED two participants to make an offspring. OR are limited to two! Just cause Lunch Lady And Boxie are a couple doesn't mean that's the standard!

We lack data here! ASSUME NOTHING. *sciences harder in your direction*

*awkward cough*

*shuffles notes*

ANYWAY! The child! All it would really take is one(1) VERY poorly timed ambush attack. Imagine if you will, a cell. How does it multiply? While not even close, the simplistic images ARE pretty good as an explanation!

But isn't that just an ecto-clone? You say?

Close!

But THOSE? Are hollow bags of GOO!

No CORE! *slaps the chalkboard behind me*

However! If you wanted, say, a precious bundle off joy? Well, nothing can come from perfect void! You must contribute the building blocks of LIFE! And what are those, my students, in ghost biology??!

Two vital pieces! The Ectoplasm aaaaaaand? That's RIGHT!

The CORE!

A critical and ever vital part of ghost biological function.

Which, like every OTHER part of the body, is malleable. One could, say, make it smaller. Create part of a proto core. OR, should one be ALONE in this process, a FULL protocol.

Upon which, ectoplasm latches, builds, develops and grows. Becomes its own soul.

Now! Do Not mistake me! There is a WILDLY vast difference between the formation of a core and a shattered core. Between willing life and untimely second death. It is not, and never WILL be, easy to create the soul of a child. Tampering with your core is PAINFUL, dangerous, and leaves you WILDLY vulnerable.

There is a REASON Neverborn are so precious.

Buuuuut..... *pulls out a book labeled "Curses Though The Ages"* we must ALSO consider the famed Fenton Luck(tm).

Consider! Where would be the "safest" place to practice making clones of yourself? A place that's wide open. No one wearing white likely to take pot shots at you while your attention is divided in multiple places at once. No parents blowing up the basement at a delicate moment and leaving you trying to hide that extra arm for a week...

Maybe you forget... oh yeah... OTHER GHOSTS.

So there Danny floats. In the Zone. DISTRACTED. His core HUGE from all that recently Royal business as it tries to digest it. Feeling bloated. Trying to work off some energy, as it were. Then who should come along? Why, the universes BEST HUNTER of course! To say *gun powering up noise* :) HI :)

Like buddies DO.

Danny doesn't see him.

Danny is mid-split.

At his limit, honestly. Already made as many copies as he usually can. Is trying for ooooone moooooore..... when...

PAIN. Something cracks.

He loses concentration. Tries to curl in on himself.

Both 1.5 of him tries. He loses hold of the "clone's" Ecto. Somethings free floating leaving his chest along with it. Behind him, Skulker is freaking out. That was MEANT to be on opening volley. A gentle little "hey, come fight me". That crack sounded SERIOUS.

Danny can't breathe. It's like the portal all over again. He curls tighter and tighter. Feels the crown, which was not THERE until this moment, press down tight and gripping onto his head. Thrumming. And then... something feels like a muscle releasing.

His core is... smaller? He'd been watching its progress, it couldn't have digest so fast... how did it lose so much... mass...

Danny feels all the blood drain from his face.

He nearly died.

Again.

His... his soul... WHERE IS HIS SOUL?? That's a piece of him! A part of his SOU-!

He spins around... only to meet the eyes off a blearly blinking, noodlish, cartoon like gremlin with his color scheme. Who's floating along like they're in zero-g. Just... drifting in a slow circle.

They yawn at him with a mouth full of teeny tiny baby fangs. Then chirp.

That's his Son. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know WHY, but he somehow instinctively... just... KNOWS?

They blep.

Danny looks a Skulker. His eyes hold MURDER.

"You're paying child support."

"......yes sir."

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

[terminallydiseased]

content warning — nsfw (lewd), porn with plot, forcas x fallen angel reader, dom forcas sub reader, on the wall sex, breeding, cumming untouched, kind of clothed sex?

author's note — cutie patootie,,,, i should breed hi- sorry. also holy shit i have like over a hundred followers now? thank you...??.???? i appreciate it really but all i do is die

summary — forcas had to go down to the church to protect the souls, but was then distracted because of you

"..(reader)." forcas growled, his eye twitches in annoyance at the sight of your appearance, you were here to bother him again, as always. you would always manifest within the church, your tail and wings twitches minutely as you look up at your favorite guardian angel.

"eugh, forcas, dear, don't frown like that, it'll give you more wrinkles." you purr, flashing a smug smile and winking at him. forcas' eyebrow arched at your comment, he couldn't help but let out a hum, crossing his arms.

he knew you loved to push his buttons, but he also couldn't deny how captivating your smile is, his wings flutter in agitation, eyeing you. "and i thought you were supposed to be in hell, (reader)." he says, trying to hide the flustered tone in his voice. "what are you doing here anyway, looking for souls to corrupt?"

your tail swung side to side, smiling widely at forcas, your fangs visible. "eeeh, something like that, i think you know why i'm here, i want a vessel, you know..." you lean close to him, you were too close. "besides, that means i could see you more often..."

there was also another reason why you're here again, but you couldn't tell forcas. you're always at this specific church to see forcas himself, you couldn't help but be head over heels with him, even before you turned into a fallen.

forcas' eye widen from your closeness and words, his face flushing, he could feel his body slightly trembling, he had to remind himself that you're an enemy now, a fallen who sought to corrupt the innocent.

"a vessel?" he repeated, trying to sound uninterested. "well, I hope you don't have your eyes set on anyone here, they're all under my protection." he crossed his arms again, trying to seem imposing.

however, the way you smirked, you know that it has some sort of effect on forcas, making him clench his fists. "you.. you can't just come here, and take someone you like." he snarls, trying to regain his composure, his eye narrowing.

"i'll protect them, even if it means i have to fight you."

your grin widens at his words, tilting your head oh-so innocently. "would you really do that, now?" you ask, giving him a playful pout, like you're guilt tripping him.

forcas could feel his chest tightening up at your actions, you were playing with his weak spot, he knows it. but he still couldn't help but feel slightly saddened about it. he had sworn to protect these people, and he has grown fond of them.

he can't let you see his vulnerability, though. his lips tightened, staring straight ahead, daring to not meet your gaze. "i'm not the one to back down from my duty, (reader)..."

"oh, come on... why are you even guarding this church? is big boss getting tired of angels running around in his place or something?" you quirk an eyebrow at him, grinning, your canines visible.

forcas' wings twitched in irritation, you were pushing his buttons, and it was infuriating. "i'm not here because of 'big boss upstairs'." he snapped at you, voice rising as you look at him in amusement.

he takes a deep breath, calming himself. "i'm here because i care about these people, and i'll do everything in my power to protect them from demons like you." his eyes narrowed, voice softening. "perhaps you can find another church to plague, one that doesn't have a guardian angel to interfere with your plans..."

your eye twitched at that, you went here specifically for a reason, you wanted to see forcas again. you loved him, and still do, you'd do anything to see his pretty face again. he's just so adorable that it irritates you.

"come on..." you walk closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. "i'm already here, your suggestion's a waste of time." you croon, eyes softening while you look at forcas, admiring the guardian angel's beauty.

"you're not helping your case." he mutters, god, you were too close, the heat from your touch intoxicating, he swallows thickly, trying to ignore the warmth spreading throughout his body. he glanced at your hand placed on his chest, he wanted nothing more but to press his lips against yours in that very moment.

his wings twitches at his thoughts, wanting to push them away and bury them. "just.. go. leave these people alone, or I'll make sure you regret it." he threatens you, scowling, his tone was steady but thick with unspoken desire. he was torn between his duty to protect and the undeniable pull towards you, the only one who seemed to understand the depths of his feelings.

"..fooorcaaaas...~" you coo, your other hand going to his jaw, caressing it lightly, you could feel forcas melting into your touch almost immediately, it was amusing... his eye met yours, and he could hardly breathe, your touch was just electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.

"i won't let you hurt them..." his voice trembles, the scent of your sinful aura wafted around you two, mingling with the sweet scent of incense from the church. it was a potent combination that left him feeling lightheaded.

forcas knew he shouldn't, but in that moment, he couldn't resist the allure of you. he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be captivated by the fallen angel's touch. "but... if you're going to stick around," he murmured, the words barely escaping his lips, "i guess I'll have to make sure you won't get bored."

"atta boy..." you giggle before pausing, thinking for a moment. "fine, here's the deal, I don't use anyone as a vessel, but I stay here, and you entertain me, hm?"

forcas' heart raced, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. he gulped, his mind racing with possibilities. "you... you promise not to corrupt anyone?" he asked, his voice still shaky. a part of him worried for the people under his protection, but another part of him couldn't help but be tempted by the idea of spending more time with you. he thought for another moment, before nodding.

"if you keep your word, we have a deal."

and there you are, pinned against the church's wall, getting absolutely wrecked by your beloved angel, your legs locked with forcas' waist as you yelp, your wings stretching out, feeling forcas' dick explore the deepest parts of you. "i really.. didn't expect- this kind of entertainment..! hhaah..."

"well, it is distracting you, right?" forcas muttered against your ear with a smirk on his face, but you couldn't say a word, your own cock leaking with precum and smearing your abdomen with it. "would ya look at that.. you're leaking already?" you scoff at his teasing, if he weren't fucking you right now, you'd kill him

you let out a gasp, throwing your head back as forcas finally found that one specific spot that'll have you writhe and gasp, your reaction making forcas hum. "found it..?" he grunts, before quickening his pace, your hands on his back starts digging its fingernails on his clothes (technically, it's his skin...).

you chanted his name like a prayer, as ironic as it sounds, you could feel yourself getting closer, the heat in your abdomen worsening. forcas, on the other hand, was close too, but it wasn't guaranteed he'll climax with you.

"i'm so fucking close- holy shit, f-forcas..!" you managed to let out those words, clawing on his back as your shaft shoots ropes of cum all over yourself and forcas. forcas didn't stop though, trying to chase his own release.

the overstimulation was too much, your eyes threatening to spill tears, your toes curling inside your footwear, you were a moaning and drooling mess, and it was all because of forcas, and shit, was this hot.

the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the church, forcas' grunts and groans grew louder as one of his hands let go of your hips, going to your dick, stroking it back to life. your breath hitches, moans turning into sobs and cries, hiccuping, it was too much, yet you loved it, you loved how intense it is.

you felt forcas slam inside you one last time, cumming inside you and painting your insides white, sealing the deal for you, you came once again, squirting your cum all over yourself and the guardian angel again while panting.

"fuck... i didn't expect you to be.. rough with me." you let out a weak chuckle as he smirks, placing a kiss on your lips. "sorry.. couldn't help it."

"well, hey, since we have a deal now, we should do this every time."

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[astroboots]

CICI!!! I am obsessed with Miguel's chompers! his teeth!! I just want him to bite me!!!

Oh nonny I knoooooow. They are so pretty! They do something to me. So funnily enough I have this tiny little drabble in my WIPs for the longest time that I didn't quite know what to do with so I thought I'd throw this out here.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader

Word Count: 750

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"Can I touch them?" you ask.

He raises one thick and perfectly arched eyebrow at you, with not a little judgment in his expression, as if he is looking at a fucking crazy person.

Which, he's probably not entirely wrong about, but it's rude nevertheless.

"You want to touch them?" He repeats, slowly with a deep sardonic drawl. The way you would speak to a not so bright child.

Heat prickles your cheeks. Miguel has this uncanny ability to get under your skin. He should add it to his list of superpowers.

"If it's a no, just say it's a no! There's no need to be an ass about it."

His lips pulls into a smirk, and for a fraction of a moment, you see a glimpse of the sharp edge of his corner tooth before he tucks them behind his lips, out of sight again.

Miguel gestures you forward, spreading his legs from where he's sitting on your couch. The motion has your brain stalling. You can't help but stare, he's wearing oversized sweats and you can still somehow see the definition of his legs shift against the fabric as he moves.

Shit, he definitely caught you in the act. His smile pulls even wider as he pats his hand down on the meat of his thigh. "C'mere nena."

What does he think you are? A dog?

For all your indignance at the gesture, you still go to him, and when you're within reach, his hand comes up to pull and tug you into his lap until you're comfortably perched there.

"You wanna touch, huh?" he teases, amusement dripping from the words as he smiles up at you and bounces you up on his knee.

God, of course he's going to make a big fucking deal of this. You don't know what possessed you to ask in the first place. You can really only answer with the truth:

"I'm just a little bit curious."

It's the understatement of the century. You are more than a little bit curious. You're absolutely fucking fascinated by them. Feel a trill of excitement everytime you catch a small glimpse of them when he's caught by surprise and smiles uninhibitedly at you.

Will stall out any moment during any dinner when he chews on his food and they peek out from his mouth.

Throughout the years, Miguel's gotten very good at hiding them. Conspicuously tucking them behind his lip that most people will never be the wiser. It's why he often mumbles why he speaks because doing both at the same time can be difficult. It's a part of himself that he never show, to the point that even though you've been together for a while now, it's only fairly recently that you've gotten to see them properly.

In front of you, Miguel leans back against the couch.

"Go ahead." He tilts his head up, baring his throat to you as he parts his mouth, and then you see them.

Those two prominent canine teeth of his. Fang-like pointy teeth on either side of the incisors.

Your ears burn. He never shows them to you this brazenly.

Raising your hand closer to his face, you can't help the way they are actually shaking with excitement. Your thumb grazes at the point of his left tooth, and you can feel the sharpness tingle against your pad.

God, you could cut yourself on these.

"You done? Ish a bit uncomfortable."

You hum distractedly, not fully taking in his words, entirely fascinated as you press your thumb with a bit more pressure again the edge.

"Careful, nena," he warns.

Stilling at his words, you pull your thumb from his mouth as you inspect it. It hasn't broken any skin yet.

"Why? Does poison always come out when you bite?"

There's that look on his face, like you just asked him the dumbest question on earth, then he laughs. "No. It'd be difficult to eat if that was the case. Most of the times it's dry bites. I used to bite myself on the lip all the time when I first got them."

"So what would happen if you bit me?"

He blinks up at your question. Smile fading as he considers your question as his eyes roams over your form slowly appraising you from head to toe. Something switches in him, no longer playful a tangible change that you see in the shade of his darkening eyes that shines crimson.

His arm snake around your waist, tightening his hold on you. "Do you want me to bite you, nena? Is that what you're asking?"

You swallow thickly at his words. Staring up at his saphire eyes that seems to glint with glee as he asks you the question.

Your back prickles with excitement just at the thought of it and for that moment you forget all about your hesitation or any shred of pride as you nod back at him.

"Yes," you answer. "Please."

A/N: This is nena from Every You Ever Me universe, do with that piece of information as you will.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Surprise Marbled Egg

"You're working for the Lady Bone Demon!?"

The roar of rage filled the air as Macaque winced, ears flattening at the sight of his angry... well, he isn't sure what Wukong is to him anymore but he knows what he wants to be. MK, the poor kid, was staring up at him with tear filled eyes as he clung to Wukong's back and the reborn Pilgrims flanked him, the dragon is particularly spitting fire.

"W-Wukong! Listen-" Macaque stammered, pleading with the golden monkey, trying to explain himself only for Wukong to scoff.

"Why should I!? What reason do I have to Listen. To anything you have to say after this betrayal, Macaque!"

"I swear! I didn't- I wouldn't..." Macaque's words died in his throat as he remembered. That wasn't true. Had it not been for that chance encounter in the market, had he not seen his former mate pregnant and with his young child, he very well could have enacted his plans for revenge and helped the Lady Bone Demon without a second thought so long as it meant Wukong would suffer. "I'm sorry!"

"..." Wukong is silent, rage and fury burning his eyes red as his hold on century old glamours slipped from the sheer strength of his emotions, "Sorry doesn't cut it. Not this time."

"Peaches-"

"Don't you dare call me that!" The m9nkey king hissed, fangs bared as his free arm went to his neck, digging beneath hsi ever present scarf, "You don't have the right! Not after putting MK in danger, not when you betray me like this right when I only just started to trust it! You are a terrible beast, Liu'er Mihou, and I no longer can hold onto any part of you!"

With that, he gave a decisive pull, snapping something from his neck and throwing it to the ground. It was if everything stopped as soon as Macaque laid eyes upon it. A simple necklace, made with a shard of amethyst and intricately woven in a braid of black fur. Instinctively, his hand went to where it's matching citrine and ginger colored pendant, this one with stones of topaz, ruby, and jade added to the braid in addition to the main citrine, rest beneath his shirt.

"You... kept that?" Macaque's voice sounded distant, pained even to his own ears as Wukong turned his back to him, failing to hide his own tears as they welled up.

"It was all I had left of you when you left."

With that, Wukong walked away, pausing at the frame of the door to glance back, "I could never bear to part with it, not the most precious gift you have ever given me. But MK comes first, always. K can't stand by you knowing what the bone demon would do to my child."

With that Macaque's beloved wcaskngthe closing of the door casting Macaque and the forgotten pendant into shadow. His friends followed soon after, peering and spitting upon him as they passed.

OOOOooooooo! (earlier post describing this exact scenario). We discussed this a bit in dms!

Macaque done f'd up.

Even if he's genuine about not helping LBD, he still accepted a deal from her, and dragged his feet on telling Wukong about it. Now LBD is back, MK is traumatised, the world is in danger, and Wukong can't tell if the last few months have been even real between them as a family unit.

Throwing his marriage pendant back at his mate is the clearest statement of "You've f'cked up" that Wukong can say without bursting into tears.

Macaque still has his own pendant - he wore it the day he was dragged into the Underworld. Now he hides the one he gifted Wukong so many centuries ago beneath his scarf.

Most of S3 is Macaque in a fugue state, responding robotically to LBD's words. LBD sends the Not-Mayor along to ensure that her champion doesn't grow a backbone again.

Macaque still finds ways to sabotage the Thrall - deliberately splitting up the van to separate the gang as in canon, though for different reasons.

LBD and the Not-Mayor's frustration rises to a boil when Macaque allows Tang to claim the Ring of Samadhi from Lantern City. The scholar had some choice words to give the shadow monkey, but stoppered when he saw the exhausted, depressed look in his eyes (and a familiar black-cord pendant on his neck).

Tang: "You... you really did care about him, didn't you?" Macaque, icy curse already in effect: "Every single day. MK too." Tang: "You should probably tell them that for yourself. I swear you two are terrible for talking things out."

The talent show is quickly interrupted by a beefed-up bone demon thrall wrecking the stage - having finally given up on expecting the Macaque to do his job.

Wukong finally sees a glimpse of his mate's true self when he tackles the Thrall from grabbing MK - screaming at the stunned king and cub to run!

The gang makes it to the Ritual Site, where Nezha and Red Son are there to greet them.

There's chaos in the snow behind them as the Six Eared Macaque has reclaimed his will to fight. LBD's Thrall laughs at his predictability.

MK still embraces his best friend engulfed in True Fire.

Wukong is so overridden with guilt - not only hiding the last ring from everyone until it was too late, but also severely misjudging his own mate as having betrayed him.

Wukong flies off to confront the bone demon on his own.

Wukong is still captured and possessed - the Bone Demon preying upon his parental nature with her young host. The Not-Mayor becomes a limp noodle as his lady's power leaves him. Mei is stolen to power the Bone Mech's heart with her true fire.

Macaque is found half-dead in the snow. Nezha uses his own True Fire to melt the demon's icy curse from his body.

Macaque, shocked to be alive: "Nezha...? Thank-" Nezha, stern: "This isn't for you. It's for him." (*Macaque leans up painfully to see MK nearby, crying into the other three adults' arms. The cub is injured from Mei's fire, but doesn't care for his own injuries.*) Macaque: "Bud..." Nezha: "It is only because he requested that I dare drag you back from the brink. The Lady Bone Demon's geas upon you is null and void with your refusal, but mine is not. So I give you these instructions, Liu'er Mihou; Do not disappoint him." Macaque: "I won't. Promise." Nezha: "Good. Also, small side effect; your ears are stuck like that." Macaque, reaching to feel: "What do you- ehh!?" (*Macaque jumps up to look at his reflection in the sheen of the temple walls - seeing six lotus-petal-shaped ears on permanent display. He hasn't much time to ponder this when the full force of a baby stone monkey slams into him.*) MK, sobbing with relief: "MR LIU'ER, YOU'RE OKAY!!! (*Macaque sighs and hugs the child back. He can fret about any lotus-revival side effects later*) Macaque: "Hey bud. Sorry I messed this all up. I thought the Lady Bone Demon could help me get revenge on your Baba for a fight that happened a long time ago but... turns out revenge wasn't really the thing I wanted. I just wanted Wukong by my side again. But I still led her to you, and I am so sorry. I'm not a hero like your Baba..." MK, sniffling: "Can you be the Warrior instead? And help me get Baba back from the Lady Bone Demon?" Macaque, smiling: "I'll try my best, bud." Pigsy, interrupting: "Good! 'Cus if you hide something as big as, oh I don't know; Making a deal with a world-ending bone demon, again - I'll personally hand you over to King Yama myself!!!" Macaque: (*flinches, gives an intimidated thumbs up*)

Red Son has a brief moment of disgust at seeing Macaque alive again, but calms down when MK assures him that "Mr Liu'er is good now!". The fire demon still shoots his sworn uncle a glare, threatening to let PIF and DBK know about any future wrongdoing.

The gang confront LBD and her possessed champion. Macaque and Wukong are forced to fight once more.

The shadow monkey manages to break the King's trance by tying a certain familar pendant around his neck.

Possessed!Wukong: (*hand slowly reaches to touch the black cord and amethyst pendant. Is quiet, as if trying to calculate whether or not to rip it away.*) Macaque: "I'm so sorry, Wukong. Had I known you still thought of me so strongly, I wouldn't have accepted her offer. But..." (*Macaque pulls another pendant from his scarf; this one with an orange-fur cord and large sunset-like stone in the middle, flanked by smaller multicoloured shards. Even while possessed, the King seems to startle at the sight of it*) Macaque: "I really should have known that, seeing how I couldn't part with the one you proposed to me with..." Wukong, eyes flickering: "Mihou..." Macaque: "I haven't been the best mate. Or friend. But I want a chance to make it up to you and the cub. Even if you never forgive me, I want to be there for both of you. For all of you." (*Macaque takes Wukong's cool hands into his own*) Macaque: "If you will have me again, peaches." Wukong, crying: "Plums!" (*LBD's hold on the Monkey King breaks as Wukong pulls Macaque into his arms.*) MK: "YAY!" Red Son: "Noodle boy! The bone mech?" MK: "Oh yeah! Sorry!"

The Lady Bone Demon is defeated - MK feels multiple pairs of hands covering his ears and eyes as she tries to leave him a final warning...

Macaque still has a long way to go in making up to his mate and their cub. But he's got time.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

A.N.: Content Warning, Blood, Violence, Religious Imagery.

"By the Christians, it is written

That in the black Myrthian age

There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood

Drink it up, fifty years 'bout enough, time to come back

They want to call the bluff

Ok then, time to come back (what up)"

Sam Waymon & Clipping – "Blood of the Fang"

Celeste stood in the doorway of her bathroom, stupefied.

Terry's red-rimmed eyes held her planted there until her brain-fog lifted by digesting the words he spoke.

He wanted to keep their baby.

She groaned internally as her acceptance of the lexicon shift—fetus to baby—snagged a hold in her heart and mind. Had he been a human and said those words, she would've shouted with joy and hugged him. Instead, she glimpsed the fangs in his parted lips, noticed how the lateral incisors of his bottom teeth were sharp, too.

Beastly.

That's how he appeared standing there, blocking her path out of the bathroom. Is that what their child would look like? A ferocious creature preying on people?

Terry's eyes darted from her face, and he took a deep breath. When he spoke to her again, his fangs retracted. The illusion had forever been broken. She could never see him as a human again.

"Please…keep my child. I'm sorry for putting hands on you…that wasn't right. It was uncalled for…I reacted blindly to Abai being here."

"They said they'd be waiting for you if you showed up again. They had a message for you, too. You can't hide from them forever."

"Pack some things. You're coming with me," he said.

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

Terry gripped her arms tight.

"Do you want to be here at nightfall when a deadly vampire clan shows up looking for me? Huh? They probably have one of their human familiars watching this house right now, ready to contact them because they've seen my face."

"They said they would protect me and the baby—"

"They don't give a damn about you!"

His voice reverberated in a tone not human. Celeste's eyes watered with fear. Terry stroked her arms gently and pressed his forehead against hers.

"You are carrying something they have been dreaming about for centuries. Our baby is their bargaining chip for something your human mind can't even conceive. If this child can go full term and be born…they will have no further use for you."

"If this child goes full term? You don't think she can?"

"No human woman has ever carried a damphir. There's no telling if your body will reject the foreign vampire genes along the way. I am a Daywalker, a vampire of the rarest kind. That means our child will be one, too. They will use her and kill you."

His eyes told no lies.

"Why do you want me to keep her? You make it sound like her life is beyond danger. Why would you want to bring a child into the world to face harm? Hmm? Why risk my life?"

Terry's eyes watered.

"She's my only chance to have a family that I can keep with me if she makes it through. She'll live a long, long time Celeste…and I won't be alone anymore. I love you, and if I can keep a part of you around to cherish like the other family members I've lost…then she's worth fighting for."

"What about me, Terry? Will you throw me away once you have what you want?"

"I want you both," he pleaded.

Celeste's eyes welled up. The pain and yearning in his voice weakened her. He cradled her face.

"I have to hide you in a safe place."

"Where will we go?"

"I need to get you to Mémé's place."

"We should take all of her things with us then."

"Go pack a few days' worth of clothes. I'll put her stuff in my truck bed. It has a retractable cover over it. Hurry!"

"Her boxes are in my sewing room, and some of her papers are on my desk in there."

Terry went to retrieve his great-great-granddaughter's belongings, and she ran into her bedroom and threw clothes and underwear into a small travel suitcase. She dumped toiletries from the bathroom into a plastic baggie and froze when the doorbell rang. It was only five thirty in the evening. The sun didn't set completely until seven thirty.

"Answer it," Terry said.

He stayed near her bookshelf.

Celeste held her breath. She made out the figure behind the colored glass and sighed.

"Micah," she said.

She opened the door, and her relief poured out in a nervous laugh. Micah stared at her with concern.

"I came to check on you. Took the night off instead of wondering if you were okay."

Terry came from behind her and Micah's face grew tense.

"The clouds…" Terry said.

He opened the security door and stepped past Micah. Celeste looked up at the sky the way Terry did.

Dark, steel blue rain clouds blotted out the sunlight, turning the sky a menacing shade of impending doom.

"Ohmigod," Celeste said.

Micah tilted his head to look at them.

Streaks of lightning appeared like white spider veins flashing across the sky. A flock of unknown black birds flew in the sky within a giant circle.

"It's too late. The sun is hidden. I can't get you far enough away without them tracking us," Terry said.

He ran back into the house and grabbed Miss Irma's boxes. Celeste grabbed her suitcase.

"What's going on? Where are you going?" Micah asked, grabbing her hand.

"I can't explain. I'll call you if I can," she said.

Micah squeezed her hand.

"Duchess…tell me. The truth."

Terry carried two boxes at a time and collected Miss Irma's life on two trips.

"Celeste, we have to leave…now!" Terry said.

Rain threatened to fall. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a slow moving low fog filling up the street. Celeste shook uncontrollably, remembering what happened the last time she got caught in a fast-moving fog. She locked her front door. Micah stayed on her.

"Duchess!" Micah said, his eyes full of fear.

"I have to hide from some people. We thought we had time, but the sun is gone," she said.

She jumped into Terry's truck. Micah tried to open the passenger door and drag her out. Terry rushed forward and shoved him against the truck bed, his fangs bared and ready to tear the life out of her cousin.

"Terry, don't! He's our baby's family," she shouted.

Micah held his hands up to protect his face.

"I knew you weren't shit!" Micah spat out.

He wrenched his eyes away from Terry and looked at her.

"Go to St. Augustine's. Father Mbenga can hide you," Micah said. "It's church, though. I don't know if he can go in."

Terry released Micah's shirt and looked at her.

"I can ask him to invite you in again. Will that work?" Celeste asked.

"He invited me in before. It should still be safe for me to enter," Terry said.

"I'll follow you guys over there," Micah said.

He carefully backed away from Terry and fumbled with his keys to press his key fob. Terry climbed into his truck quickly and took them several blocks through the Quarter to hide in the fog. He drove with one eye on the road, and the other watching the surroundings. Celeste kept expecting the white van with ghouls to sideswipe them, preventing their escape.

"Where are the people?" Celeste asked.

The empty streets blanketed with fog were an anomaly. There should've been plenty of people still walking around and filling the Quarter with life. They headed north and parked in front of St. Augustine's. The church stood like a gothic rendering of salvation.

Terry jumped out of the truck first and ran to Celeste's passenger side, helping her get out. He held her hand tight and kept her near his side. Micah pulled up behind them and ran to the locked church doors. He banged on them and pulled out his smartphone.

"I'm calling the church office number," Micah said.

"Can we break in?" Celeste asked.

The fog swirled higher, covering them in a thick layer. Visibility diminished and with it, the dampening of sound all around them. Their voices sounded like they were in a closed vacuum. The acute silence and shroud of whiteness around them gave Celeste the sense that they had entered another dimension where only the three of them existed. Micah's voice became loud on his phone.

"Father Mbenga? It's Micah Profitt…I'm outside the church with my cousin Celeste and her…boyfriend. We need your help right now! Please let us into the sanctuary!"

The longest seven minutes held Celeste in a vise grip as they waited for the priest to open the church doors.

"What is happening?" Father Mbenga said, swinging one of the double doors open.

Micah grabbed Celeste's hand and pulled her inside first. They turned to look at Terry.

The father of her child looked so helpless standing there with uncertainty in his eyes. Celeste wanted him with her.

"Invite him in, Father Mbenga," Celeste said with a calm and firm tone.

She didn't want to take any chances.

"Come inside, son," Father Mbenga said.

Terry took a step forward.

Celeste locked eyes with him. She clutched the priest's arm.

"I need you to say 'I invite you inside'," Celeste insisted.

Father Mbenga looked confused, but he glanced at Terry and spoke the words.

"I invite you inside the house of the Lord. Will that do?"

Terry walked across the threshold.

Nothing happened. Celeste hugged him.

"What's going on here?" Father Mbenga asked.

Micah ushered the priest past the vestibule and into the main sanctuary. Father Mbenga flicked on more lights and they moved to the front pews. Celeste sat next to Terry and Micah perched across from them in another pew. The priest stood in front of the tabernacle.

"What do you need help with?" Father Mbenga asked.

"Duchess got herself mixed up with a vampire. She's pregnant by him," Micah said matter-of-factly.

Celeste put a hand over her face.

Father Mbenga, thankfully, didn't laugh them out of the church. He stared at Terry thoughtfully and took off his glasses. Pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his slacks, the priest wiped the lenses carefully and then placed the round glasses back on his kind face.

"Show me," Father Mbenga said.

Terry stared at the priest, doubt clouding his expression.

"Show you?" Terry said.

"Yes."

Terry glanced at Celeste, unsure. Micah jumped up and slammed his right hand into his left.

"Will you show Father Mbenga what you are?!" Micah shouted.

Celeste gripped the edge of her seat, feeling uneasy. Terry stood and faced the priest. His body blocked her view of the shorter man.

"Mother Mary…Father of God!" the priest shrieked.

Celeste lowered her head. She knew exactly what Father Mbenga experienced. The confirmation of something otherworldly brought on feelings of terror. It knocked all previously held beliefs out of whack. Father Mbenga backed away from Terry and ran to the tabernacle. He gathered himself together and slowly turned to face Terry again. He held out a six-inch gold cross.

"You are an abomination…a scourge upon the earth…." Father Mbenga said.

Terry confronted the frightened priest and took the cross from his hand, placing it back on the tabernacle.

"That doesn't do what you think," Terry said.

"But this does!" Micah shouted.

Micah rushed behind Terry and choked him with a long, silver-linked chain. The skin on Terry's neck sizzled and blistered. Celeste screamed. The odor of burning vampire flesh sickened her.

Terry fell to his knees. He grabbed the chain, but it burned his fingers and he cried out in horrible pain.

"Micah! Stop it!" she screamed.

She ran to her cousin to pull the thick, five-foot long chain off of Terry, but Father Mbenga grabbed her arms and yanked her away.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Father Mbenga shouted at Terry.

"In the Holy Name of Jesus, I invoke the keys of St. Peter and the Church's authority…I bind each and every demon in and around Celeste Profitt and around us…in Jesus' name I bind them all, and I bind any demons supporting them, their evil leaders, and any minions of Satan…"

Father Mbenga's voice rose to a crescendo and blood drenched the silver chain slicing Terry's throat. Micah gained the upper hand and looked victorious wearing Terry down.

"Please…stop this…we came here for help to save me and my baby!"

"You won't have that vampire's baby, Duchess! It will destroy you and give these demons more evil to use!" Micah yelled.

Celeste stared at her cousin as if she'd never seen him before.

She truly hadn't.

Paralyzed with shock, Celeste could only watch helplessly as her beloved cousin tried to murder her lover.

"Micah…please…he's not what you think—"

"I tried to warn you, Duchess. Back in the Quarter, I told you to leave him alone."

Her eyes watered, and Micah's face blurred.

"My job is to spot these bloodsuckers…but you ran into his arms like a fool. Now look at 'cha," Micah panted, "Pregnant with a demon's seed."

"She's innocent," Celeste pleaded.

"She?" Micah said.

Terry slumped forward onto his stomach, weakened and damaged by the silver chain. He still breathed, but Celeste heard the gurgling of blood in his throat. Micah draped the chains around Terry's arms, binding them together behind his back.

"It's a girl," she said.

"Blasphemous," Father Mbenga spat at her.

He released her once Terry was no longer a threat. The priest had a wild look behind his glasses. Celeste knelt down near Terry.

"Get away from that unclean thing!" Father Mbenga barked.

Micah pulled her from Terry and glared at her.

"Trust me, Duchess, we know what we're doing," Micah urged.

The double doors of the church blasted open. Celeste and Micah whipped their heads toward the entrance.

The Deacon, Abai, stood at the entrance with his long black coat flared out behind him. His clan flanked him, gnashing their teeth and frustrated by the barrier. Abai's gaze stayed on Father Mbenga.

"Stupid little priest," Abai barked out. "Nothing you do will stop us from taking what we want."

Father Mbenga pointed at Abai.

"You are not welcome here! Evil cannot enter God's house without my permission."

"Celeste…dear sweet, Celeste. Invite us in and we will save our brother."

"I alone have the power to invite others into the House of God," Father Mbenga yelled with conviction.

"She is a member of this church, therefore, she too can invite us in, Father," Abai said.

Father Mbenga and Micah stared at Celeste. She could nearly smell the fear on them. Jerking away from Micah, she knelt down and tugged on the silver chain. Terry groaned. She lowered her face to his.

"Celeste, get away from here if you can…save yourself…save our baby…" he whispered in agony.

Two firm hands wrapped around Celeste's throat. Father Mbenga threw her against the tabernacle and she spun around to claw his face with her nails. He choked her again, squeezing the life from her and the baby.

"The fuck are you doing? Leave her alone!" Micah shouted.

Micah grabbed Father Mbenga's arm and yanked him away. The priest reached for his gold cross again and pulled it apart, revealing a sharp blade beneath. He stabbed Micah in the side.

"You lil bitch!" Micah said.

He staggered back and fell to his knees with blood gushing out of his abdomen. Slamming his hands over the wound, Micah glared at Father Mbenga.

"We're supposed to wait for the others to come and handle this…not attack my cousin. Are you fucking crazy?!" Micah shrieked in a weakened voice.

Celeste gasped for air and fought not to pass out. She crawled on her hands and knees toward the open entrance doors. If she couldn't trust humans not to kill her, she had to run from them it seemed.

Father Mbenga jumped on her back and circled his thick fingers around her neck once more.

"You're a filthy whore lying down with them!"

Father Mbenga banged her face against the floor as he strangled her. Celeste reached out her right hand. She could barely make out the shape of Abai standing at the entrance.

"Celeste! Say the words! Let us save you and the baby!" Abai shouted.

Abai's voice sounded stressed and, more importantly…afraid for her. Could Terry be wrong about him?

"I…I…I invite you all in…." Celeste gasped out.

The world spun into a graying darkness as she watched swift obsidian shadows whip past her. A blood-curdling scream rang out and broke off abruptly. She could breathe freely again. The soreness in her throat pounded with the rush of blood in her veins.

Micah whimpered and wept quietly behind her. She rolled over and sat up. Rubbing her neck, she waited for her eyesight to clear.

"Don't kill my cousin," she said.

Her voice came out low and almost unintelligible.

Twelve strikingly beautiful Black vampires stood around Micah and Terry. Evenly six males to six females, they all stared at the floor. Father Mbenga's lifeless body was a crumpled heap in the center of them. She knew it was lifeless because the priest's head sat ten-feet away upon the tabernacle with a look of shock on its bespeckled face, the dead mouth wide open and frozen with the final breath of life that came out a scream. Blood dripped down the side of the tabernacle in long vermillion streaks, with the bladed gold cross impaled down the center of his forehead.

Micah kept his hand jammed against his stab wound, his expression woozy from the blood loss.

Abai glanced over at her.

"Come here Celeste…free our brother from his chains," Abai demanded.

Micah shook his head at her.

"Duchess…don't help them. They want us dead! We're food to them…stay back!" Micah begged.

The vampire named Mia crouched down and dug her claws into his side, ripping Micah's wound further. His cries of pain echoed throughout the church. Mia licked his blood from her claws and stomped over to Celeste.

"The Deacon gave you a command…do it!" Mia said.

She slapped Celeste across the face, leaving another scar that would need time to heal like the last time they met. Celeste lashed out and punched Mia in her legs. Mia lifted her by the throat and held her high.

"Mia…put…her…down," Abai said.

Mia dropped Celeste to her wobbly feet and punched her in the gut, knocking a loud breath out of her. Dominique flew at Mia and shoved her face back.

"Don't you harm it. Keep your jealousy in check," Dominique hissed.

Abai reached out toward Celeste.

"Free him for us," Abai said, his tone stern.

"Promise not to hurt my cousin," Celeste said.

She rubbed her belly and the pain there almost caused her to pass out. All the other vampires except for Abai and Dominique snarled at her, their monstrous fangs gleaming from the lights inside the church.

"No harm will come to him," Abai said.

"Don't believe them, Duchess. Don't worry about me. I'm good with God…I can die in peace and receive my salvation. You won't if you listen to them," Micah said.

The unexpected loud thud on the roof forced their eyes toward the ceiling. Other loud poundings struck the roof in different places.

A large winged creature crashed through the roof and landed on top of the tabernacle. Celeste's blood ran cold and fear gripped her even more than being surrounded by a vampire clan. At least they looked somewhat human.

The thing on the tabernacle was the stuff of childhood nightmares.

A gargoyle.

Skin the color of mottled stone with horns protruding from its forehead, the monstrosity had sharp fangs just as deadly looking as the vampires. To Celeste's catholic eyes, it looked like a grotesque mockery of an angel turned inside out. No genitalia was present.

"Gadreel," Abai said, with a touch of disdain. "Still simping for God, I see. Tell me forgotten brother…do you really think the most high…the most hypocritical Lord… will let you Old Ones return to heaven once you've done your penance for ten thousand years more?"

Abai glanced at the ceiling, listening to the movement above them. He talked tough, but Celeste sensed apprehension.

"You, Arakiel, Baraqiel, Kokabeel, Danuiel, and the others…don't you get weary of being used to go against us, your equally fallen siblings?" Abai sneered.

"WISHETACHIHU ĀYITAGEŠIMI!" Gadreel shouted.

Celeste and Micah both screamed and slammed their hands over their ears, the pain from the sound of the gargoyle speaking making their eardrums bleed.

"Gadreel, there are humans here. You can't speak the language of heaven without harming their weak ears. Aren't you breaking the rules of your penance? You vowed to protect them, remember?"

Gadreel focused his attention on Celeste. His deep-set eyes looked like pewter stones.

"Leave us, human woman. There is no need for us to deal with you until that sin in your womb has been born," Gadreel said.

He spoke to her in English, his voice sounding like the creaking of giant ancient doors that should remain closed. Celeste rose to her feet and used the pews to help keep her balance with all the anxious trembling she experienced in her limbs. Her stomach churned with so much fear she thought she might puke, but she had to be strong for her baby.

She started weeping.

Keeping the baby became a top priority. Father Mbenga turning on her, calling her a whore and even her own cousin calling the little one inside her a demon seed, shored up her resolve to keep it. Her upbringing in the church taught her that God had a purpose for everything in her life. Celeste chose to have faith of a mustard seed at that moment.

Stumbling over to Terry, she dropped weakly on her knees and pulled apart the knot in the chains, freeing him from bondage. She tossed the chain on the pew and tried to lift him up. Mia pushed her away and turned Terry over.

"Terry…Terry…" Mia murmured with soothing affection.

His eyelids fluttered and opened slowly. He looked up at Mia, who stroked his hair and touched his throat that clotted with blood. The woman had love in her eyes. She kissed him on the lips. Celeste's stomach tightened.

"Duchess?" Terry said.

He pushed Mia back, his eyes darting around, looking for her. Mia snarled, her fangs wet with saliva.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Mia shrieked.

The vampire lunged at Celeste, and all hell broke loose in the sanctuary.

Faster than the human eye could follow, more gargoyles crashed through the roof all over the church. Abai and the other vampires battled the gargoyles, but Celeste could not follow their unnatural speed fully. She caught glimpses of shadows or felt dark streaks moving, like the buzzing of mosquitoes flapping past her ears when she couldn't swat them fast enough. She sensed the whooshing of air above her and witnessed pews and the tabernacle crashing to pieces, destroyed with all the tussling and tearing of flesh. Blood rained around her from the vampires and gargoyles that were injured. Crimson blood dripped everywhere along with a dark orange fluid that had to be from the gargoyle's wounds.

Under great duress, Micah crawled to her, and she helped him get on his feet. They limped together toward the double doors. She paused in her steps to rest because Micah was so heavy. Glancing back, she caught a flash sighting of Terry sprinting toward her. Gadreel flew at him with an outstretched wingspan ten-feet across and lifted Terry off the ground. Terry used his claws and razor-sharp teeth to rip chunks out of the gargoyle's shoulder. Other gargoyles flew above them, fighting vampires who kept attacking even while they were being shaken like rags back and forth high above her. The horror flying about the church looked like a hideous medieval painting of Dante's inferno come to life.

Mia leaped high into the air and landed on Gadreel's back to help Terry knock him into a wall.

"Get out of here, Celeste!" Terry screamed.

Another gargoyle grabbed Mia mid-air, ripping her face to shreds. Gadreel burst through the rafters carrying Terry, making another gaping hole in the roof.

Celeste couldn't help him.

She could only help herself and her cousin.

Turning back to the entrance doors, Celeste's blood pressure dropped, and she passed out on the floor.

Micah toppled right over her.

Chapter 14 HERE.

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[pupyuj]

Can't get vampire gaeul out of my mind;;;

Also, can I be ⭐️anon;;

let's fawking goooo gaeul ask 😈 and welcome ⭐️ anon!! so sorry this is super late, again 😭😭

[cw: vampireeee, blood.]

she would definitely not hide that she's a vamp just because she preys on people's (men's) fantasies about having a vampire lover lmaooo vamp!gaeul would be really scary despite her easy-going nature and unfortunately you had an amazing bullshit detector so the moment you made eye contact with gaeul at a party, you knew she was something else 😰 of course, gaeul doesn't let you out of her sight for one second! sure you'd make a pretty good meal but she also can have you cause a havoc in the party and blow her cover 😵‍💫

her cornering you in a bathroom,, luckily for her you were a bit buzzed so it didn't take long until she had you melting,, her making you face the mirror and coming up behind you, getting her so excited to taste you because you just so happened to wear an off-shoulder blouse and she was so close to you she could practically smell how sweet you were.. "i can definitely see why you attract such a crowd, (y/n)-ssi..." while she's brushing your hair aside, leaving the softest trail of kisses on your shoulders all the way up to your neck and only stopping behind your ear.. "you're not scared of me... why is that? you know what i am." her pressing herself up against you, chilling red eyes piercing through yours as you stared at each other in the mirror..

"i don't know..." bcs your head was clouded with the booze in your system and the sheer intimidation you felt being around gaeul's presence :(( you were completely helpless—just how she likes it 🫠🫠 the initial plan was to suck you dry in that bathroom, but the moment you pressed your ass against her groin, gaeul lost her composure and allowed her desire take over her hunger 🫠 her turning you around and immediately crashing her lips into yours,, letting you feel her sharp fangs for yourself when she lets your tongue inside her mouth 😩 you reeked of both booze and other people's scents.. two of which gaeul absolutely loathed,, it only made her want to ruin you more 😵‍💫

her lifting you up and putting you on top of the counter beside the sink with ease,, she was delighted that you wore an off-shoulder top! it made it easier for her to just slowly graze her teeth on your skin, relishing in the way you shivered in fear but looked at her with desire,, "i work better when i'm fed." and before you knew it, she had sunk her fangs down your collarbone only slightly, but it hurt like a bitch 🫠🫠 tasting your blood for the first time was nothing short of euphoric and fuck gaeul should really just suck you dry right there but that wouldn't feel right.. she has to have you screaming her name first 😌

she would only feel a deeper kind of hunger for you when she feels how your cunt clenches around her fingers,, gaeul usually doesn't like to waste time but watching your expression as she slowly fucked you was worth it 🤭 gaeul would really just stare at you, relishing the way your moans sounded in her ears... she'd use her entire fingers' length and watch you squirm and reach for her, grabbing onto her shirt and pleading pathetically 😵‍💫 "please, let me cum..." you'd say it right up against her bcs you don't want anyone to hear and you know what? it would give gaeul chills! (which was weird considering her skin's already ice cold but yk—)

and since you asked nicely ofc gaeul would oblige for once and give you what you want! pulling her fingers out of your cunt only to replace them with her tongue 🤤🤤 her sharp nails having your thighs in a death grip while you pushed her head further against your pussy :(( throwing your head back and filling the air with your moans as well as gaeul’s name… nearly losing yourself when she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks harshly, making you grip and pull on her hair… god, her mouth was too good 😵‍💫💔 glowing red eyes piercing into yours, a smirk making its way to gaeul’s pretty face as tears well up in your eyes bcs of the pleasure 🥺

now see this—you’re cumming after her mouth has done its work, and ofc your head was clouded so gaeul takes this opportunity to sink her teeth down your thigh 😵‍💫 it hurt a lot but the sight was kinda hot so you don’t complain 🤭

omg getting disheartened when gaeul exits the bathroom without a word but you don’t hear her warning everybody outside to not enter the room… then she comes back with a tall glass of juice a few moments later and bandages to cover up the bite on your thigh 🫣🫣 she’d even help you wrap it around your thigh! “here’s a deal: you don’t tell anyone i’m a vamp and i keep it a secret you like getting fucked in bathrooms by strangers.” she’d say, as if you’d even dare to tell anyone! she’d probably hear it from a mile away and snap your neck before you even realize 😭

in conclusion, vampire!gaeul wouldn’t be all bad.. especially if a pretty thing like you would keep her company from time to time 👀 whether or not you were her blood bag or sweet little fuckdoll 🤤

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer discovering Adam is a virgin and never had real sex before.

Lucifer: Are you fucking kidding me? What about all the children?

Adam: We never had sex. When God decided it was time for a child to be born, either Eve or myself will just become pregnant.

Lucifer: You got pregnant?

Adam: Er yeah?

Lucifer: Let's put a pin in that for later. Going back to, you know, never having sex with Eve? Not even once?

Adam: Fuck no! I mean we tried once but have you seen those things? It's like another fucking mouth! It was gonna bite me?!

Lucifer stunned: Then I really was both Lilith and Eve's first...

Adam: I guess so. Well lucky you then. As far as I'm concern, that's probably why they became so corrupted and I guess it was for the best.

Adam shudders as he thinks about vaginas and how 'mouth' like they were. He fucking swore there are fangs in those things!

Lucifer: Are you really a virgin then?

Adam:...why are you looking at me like that?

Lucifer: You don't have to worry. I don't have a vagina that will bite you. In fact I don't have a vagina in general.

Adam: Bold of you to asusme your dick is going anywhere near mine.

Lucifer: Wait, yours?

Adam: MINE BITES! STAY BACK!

Lucifer: Ohhhhhhhhh! Maybe I like to be bitten!

Adam: Fuck no!

Lucifer: Adam! Don't you dare run away! I need to add you to my Eden collection!

Adam: I want to stay a virgin for the rest of my life!

Lucifer: Not on my watch! Get your ass back here!

Adam runs away and hides in the hotel. Lucifer is stressed looking for him.

Lucifer: DAMN IT ADAM! LET ME FUCKING CORRUPT YOU!

Meanwhile, somewhere in the hotel. Adam is sitting somewhere cramp, small and dark. Fat Nuggart is the only person to find him. Adam nods to the little pig as it snuggles up in his lap.

Adam: Don't let anybody know where my hiding spot is and I'll give you all those treats you like. Even the fucking fancy ones that Angel Dust can't afford for yah.

Fat Nugget snorts in agreement - anything for those yummy treats.

Adam sighs to himself: I knew I should have kept up the lie. Eve said it's important nobody, espeically Lucifer, found out the truth. Now I gotta protect my purity...

Nobody knows why it is so damn important to Lucifer that he gets the virginity of all the first humans. He had been so heartbroken, beliving Adam had lost his virginity to Eve many years ago. The excitement he felt at learning the truth!

Lucifer to himself: I need that fucking v-card before Adam gives it to somebody else!

Damn Lucifer at least take him to dinner first. Lmao

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

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Summary: Astarion helps Freya figure out the proper way to bathe as a certified adventurer.

Tw/Cw: Low spice, mouthplay, licking, partial nudity, blood mentions, fearplay.

Author's note: this is my first time writing a spicy fic, went more soft to ease into it. Give me advice if you'd like.

Wrinkled fingers scrubbed on already raw skin, it didn't matter how painful it was, Freya was desperate to get the stench of blood off her! The borrower was no stranger to getting dirty from time to time, but being covered in gore after a battle was a new experience. Every fight was followed up with a dive in the nearest body of water she could find, yet the metallic stench never quite left her. All the soap in the world couldn't mask the scent of blood that lingered on her body. A frustrated cry erupted from the tiny woman's throat, there was nothing Freya could do and her body had grown weak, maybe it was best if she gave up and accepted her new scent.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?”

Freya nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the sultry voice of Astarion nearby. Her head whipped over to the source and spotted the elf leaning against a tree. His crimson eyes glanced away from her but he didn't hide the smirk on his face, revealing that he caught a glimpse of the borrower in her undergarments. Freya hastily grabbed the rag she used as a towel and draped it over her. “Haven't you heard of privacy!”

“Apologies darling, but you were gone quite a while and Tav was worried you got swept away in the river.” Seeing that she was covered, Astarion began to stroll over to Freya, yet still kept an appropriate distance. “I've come to fetch you.”

“I was just about to finish up.” Freya sighed. “Go on ahead and let Tav know I'm alright.”

“Are you now?” He studied her for a moment, crouching down in an attempt to be more eye level with Freya. “I don't know how borrower bathing routines go but I believe screaming out like that isn’t part of it.”

Freya sighed, wrapping the rag tightly around her body. She wondered if telling Astarion would warrant sympathy or mockery, but ever since their fight with the hag, he's been… tolerable around her. His remarks have less venom and on occasion, Astarion has proven to be nice to her. Perhaps telling him wouldn't be the worst idea. “I can't�� wash the stench of blood off me no matter how much I try.”

Astarion's eyes lit up with glee. “Oh so that's why you've been smelling better than usual!”

“It's not funny!” Heat rose in the blonde's cheeks. “Some of us don't wanna smell like we've been swimming in gore all day!”

“Get used to it darling!” Astarion said with a chuckle. “Cause danger loves to find us, even when we try to avoid it.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “You're so helpful right now.”

“Sorry, my dear, but I don't think any ideas I come up with would be something you'd agree to.”

“But you have ideas?” She snapped her full attention over to him. “What are they?”

Astarion only leaned back and flashed a grin, his fangs glinted in the moonlight, making Freya's heart race. Oh right, it seemed silly to forget, but lately it has been easy to forget he is a vampire. He's proven that he was more than just a bloodthirsty monster who could eat her in a single gulp. Freya perished those thoughts sometime ago, Astarion would never do that to her. She'd dare say, she could trust him with her life.

But was she willing to trust him enough to let him do whatever crazy idea he had in mind?

She parted her lips. “Your idea, it doesn't involve your fangs right?”

“Not unless you ask nicely, but I suppose that would do the opposite of what you'd like.” His red eyes were fixated on Freya, not willing to take them off of her. “I didn't think you'd want my lips all over you.”

“That's not-!” She stammered out, blood rushing to her cheeks as she glared at him. “I'm fucking desperate, okay!”

The silence was deafening, the wicked gleam in Astarion's eyes made Freya question whether she should actually go through with this idea. “Just forget it!”

“I'm only teasing, my dear.” Astarion's devilish smile lingered. “Although, if you desperately want to try this, I won't object.”

Freya caught her breath in her throat, despite their new respect for one another, she was still aware of her stance with Astarion. She was a borrower; outside of sultry jokes, he never wanted to show a glimpse of intimacy with her… not that she had a problem with that, there were better people to get acquainted with in camp.

This was just his weird way of trying to help, nothing more.

Freya took a deep breath. “I have rules… if we do this.”

“I'm all pointy ears, my dear.” While he spoke with a bounce in his step, his eyes brimmed with shock.

“You just lick- not bite- my arm, I don't want to be covered in your spit only to still smell the stench of blood on me.” Her steel gaze shot through the towering vampire. “Can you do that?”

“Just a taste, nothing more.” There was a softness in his tone, something Freya was still not used to. He laid down on his side, his piercing ruby eyes giving her an invitation to come closer. “Shall we test this theory?”

Those old instincts screamed at her to stay away, generations of fear that kept her people alive all this time and now Freya was ignoring it just because of a metallic stench that lingered on her body. Shuffling closer, Freya stuck her arm out for him; his fingers gently pinched her hand as he moved in closer. His lips parted, letting his breath wash over her. Freya only got a glimpse of his tongue before she glanced away lest her nerves get the better of her.

“Darling, you're shaking.” Astarion spoke with a voice as gentle as the night.

“You would too if you were my size.” Freya snapped back. “But I'm agreeing to this, so just do it already!”

There was no sharp quip from Astarion like Freya had expected, only the silence that lingered while the vampire decided on his next move. Perhaps Freya's nerves were enough of a reason to deter him and she would have to suffer through the stench now. But before those thoughts could settle in, a warm and wet muscle pressed itself into her skin snaking up to her elbow.

Freya had to suppress a shudder, even when his tongue retreated into his mouth, the slimey presence was still there. Freya turned back to look at Astarion, his eyes searching into hers to determine if they should keep doing this. Despite all the fears, desire ignited in her gut, begging to be fueled. She gave a soft nod and swore she saw him giving her a tender look before his tongue revisited her.

Freya decided to focus on the warmth instead, how it oddly seemed to protect her from the biting chill of the night, yet goosebumps still formed on her skin. The tip traced along the circumference of her limb, as he traveled up her wrist. Astarion's bottom lip quivered with each lick, making Freya wonder if he was resisting the urge to draw blood; it surely wouldn't take much effort to prick her skin with only the tip of his fang. A terrifying thought but Freya bit her lip at the idea. Seeing his tongue slither up her arm made her imagine how it would look if her skin was coated in blood, how much vigor would that tongue do if it had something to lap up?

Freya almost lost herself in her thoughts before Astarion's lips brushed her shoulder, one quick glance and she could see the dark cavern that was his mouth. The quick surge of fear sent her heart racing, it would be so easy to just slip into his maw and experience new types of dangers. It was so wrong to think about but all Freya could do was feel the temptation luring her in. Clarity washed over Freya and she realized this needed to end… now!

“That's enough!” Freya gasped as she yanked her arm away from the vampire's lips. She held her arm close to her chest, Ignoring the slimey presence. In labored breaths, she looked up at Astarion; he had given her space but kept his focus on her.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He tried to play it off nonchalantly but Freya could hear a slight quiver in his question.

“N-Not at all.” She took a breath, and forced a smile on her face. “It's just getting… intense for me.”

He returned her smile. “I can only imagine.”

Freya turned her attention to her arm, she was definitely going to need to spend some more time rinsing off but she did not feel the stench of blood on her skin anymore. “I think your idea worked.”

“Of course it did.” His gentle smile turned more smug. “I made sure not to leave a drop behind.”

That was surprisingly endearing enough to elicit a chuckle out of Freya. “Well… I better clean up before I head back, tell Tav I'll be up in a moment?”

“Of course, just don't go around telling them what I did for you.” He said in a mock demand. “The last thing we need is for Tav to panic over our little escapade.”

“Probably for the best.” As he stood up to head back to camp, Freya couldn't help but watch him, a heavy blush formed on her cheeks. “Oh Astarion… thank you.”

“Anytime darling.”

[sterekchub]

Any more plans for Chris/Derek? Or sheriff stilinski/Derek. He deserves to be doted on and properly fed by beacon hills certified dilfs

YES! Chris/Derek I have some...darker manipulative feedings fic ideas than Sheriff/Derek which is totally more wholesome. Chris going from hunting werewolves to spending his retirement looking into subduing them. Derek makes it so easy. Doesn't put up a fight when Chris propose the idea - or maybe Derek is so desperate to make amends to Chris, so eager for someone to show him genuine affection, that he goes along with it. And it becomes their regular thing. Derek getting fed and fucked. Chris has a journal on how many calories it takes to overwhelm a werewolf's metabolism. Strains of wolfsbane that can make wolves more compliant. Increase their hunger. How much food they can eat as their stomach's stretch and heal and their capacity grows and grow, stretchmarks appearing and disappearing over night. (Derek sprawled on the ground, surrounded by empty take out containers and kegs of beer, belly so inflated with food it covers his knees, helplessly belching and groaning and rubbing as much of his gut as he can reach, while Chris jots down notes and goes to get more food). He takes Derek to hunter conventions, shows Derek off as his partner and his prized wolf. Derek is always waddling a step behind him, hefty belly wobbling a bit with each step, thighs rubbing together, ass threatening to split open his jeans. It shocks people when they realize he's a werewolf. The fearsome predator who only uses his fangs to rip through steaks and is far, far too full to run after away lately. Chris has found the perfect methods to turn a supernatural powerhouse into a spoiled house pet. Derek looks oddly pleased with every comment he gets, as Chris proudly pats Derek's gut and tells his fellow hunters they should join them for dinner - and Derek will give them a real show. ****************

AND on the topic of the Sheriff.... I adore both fat!DILF Sheriff and feeder Sheriff. (Because really I love the premise of 2 fat Stilinski men...). The Sheriff giving Derek a chance and giving him a job as a deputy in the station. But as a newbie? Derek's stuck with all the paperwork and the occasional calls from the regulars screaming about aliens or kids playing too loudly in their backyard. And he unofficially becomes used as the Sheriff's food dump. "Stiles will kill me if he catches me with this, finish these, won't you?" " Mrs. Robinson send a whole gift basket for us stopping that break in... but can't Can't have my deputies failing their fitness exams, why don't you take this?" Derek's so thankful to feel like he's useful and doing something good- he never complains. Tells the Sheriff "Yes, sir" and dutifully does what he's told. Even if that means really spending most of his day snacking over paperwork. And at the end of the day? the Sheriff knows they're both going home to an empty house, so why doesn't Derek keep him company? Beers and pizza on him. And Derek ends up finishing a 12 pack of beer of almost 2 full pizzas...too stuffed to go home, so he gratefully takes the offer to stay over for the night.

And pretty quickly it becomes a routine. (along with the routine of the Sheriff "forgetting" to order a new uniform for Derek to watch him uncomfortably trying to hide the way his belly is showing through the gaps in the buttons and his pants are held together with a rubber band...

[darkphoenix07]

Elixir of 🕸️Death (J.W)

A vampire series by @darkphoenix07

Masterlist

Paring: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Dark Romance, Fantasy, Tragedy

Song suggestion 🎵 : Precious by Ateez

Warning ⚠️: Mentions of blood, Violence, Degradation, Death, Mention of suicide, Sympathy fuck, Blood sucking, Mention of death, Suicidal FL.

Synopsis: When the girl who doesn't have any will to live meets the demon whose only wish to slaughter humans.

"How will it help me if I drain your blood right now when I can use you anyway I want to?"

- Jung Wooyoung

Chapter 1

🍷"To the people who craves comfort and a single reason to keep themselves alive" 🍷

"How can I care about omens

If you are the worst one?

How can I think about death

When you will be the cause?"

Your lips start melting inside his once he starts kissing you on his own bed. You thought it was going to be an usual mad sex like normal strangers but there is something different in his touches. Specially the way he is holding your on wrist by his hand and pinning another above your head. There is a delicacy when he is nipping on your bottom lips and rubbing his nose on yours.

Your heart starts feeling heavy by the way he is kissing you, holding you inward.

"Suck my blood," you tell him but he sighs against your neck stopping his endless kisses.

"Last time I almost kill you. I don't want you dead yet," he tells you starting to kiss you again but you hiss.

"Just bite me, please."

"If you have a fetish for bitting then you'll have to go to a human to satisfy you because I can't bite you without my fangs digging inside you," his eyes glowed in anger and you feel frustrated not because he is not listening to you but his soft touches aren't the ones you expected.

"Why are you so scared to bite me then? I know you don't care if that kills me," your words make him pin your both hands above you as he cages you beneath him.

"Because I have no wish to do so. Let me do as I am doing," he says and waits for your reaction.

You are stunned, speechless by what he said.

"I don't like how you are doing it."

"Your body is not letting me in yet, how else should I treat you then? You are a lady after all. I can't just start by thrusting ins-"

You pull yourself up and kiss him bitting his bottom lip making him fall on you while his body melts with yours. You release all the tension you have in your muscles as he kisses you. He stops and moves your body around making you lay on your chest.

"I shouldn't have tied them up," he says and you chuckle hearing him as he starts untying the ribbons.

As your back becomes bare in front of him, he slowly touches you with his knuckles. His cold touch starts from your neck and reaches right above your hip. You squirm grabbing the sheets under you as he keeps making your body awake and comfortable to his touch.

It wrecks you thinking how a demon is pleasing you better than any other men you've slept with. They were humans but they treated you like an animal and satisfied themselves.

Whereas, he is satisfying you first, making you drink some comfort and feeding your soul not only your body.

As his hands clasp your shoulder, he makes you sit in front of him slowly dropping the dress from your shoulder to your waist. He kisses on the wet wound he gave you when he bit you.

It heals a part of you, you never thought was needed.

"Drink my blood," he demands and you look above yourself to face him.

Your shoulder is nothing compared to his which causes you to hide inside his body.

He gently touches your chin making you lean on his shoulder, "It will heal the wound I've given you."

"Drink mine first and I'll drink yours," you don't know why your voice sounds so soft when you spoke.

"Deal," he says moving you around and making you sit on his lap crossing your legs around him while your dress is still on your waist.

You didn't have any inner on, you are simply bare now where you were afraid of him taking advantage of you some hours ago. It's tragic and also surprising.

Maybe you are just vulnerable to comfort.

You feel his bulge against you when he starts kissing your neck moving your hair.

You start grinding against him while he clasp your hair inside his grip and keeps leaving soft bites on your neck.

When he nuzzles inside the crook of your neck, you hear him whisper, "Y/n, I might end up draining you."

"Is it a warning?" You ruffle his hair from the neck side pressing him against your neck, "Or a gift?"

"I'll just make it hurt so bad," he sounds like he is scaring you but you don't feel scared when he says.

He pulls the bandage on your neck and it hurts you making you grab him against you tightly.

"You can still deny," he says gulping as he watches the two holes he created.

He doesn't know why he feels this uncomfort in his chest but he is also dying from hunger. The monster inside him wants to drink the last drop of your blood but some lost part of him wants to stop.

"I don't want to. You said your blood will heal me," you tell him starting to grind again which wets the dress you are wearing.

"I'll make you regret it," he says and moves you away from him pulling your hair while his other hand supports you wrapped around your back.

He inserts his fangs on the start of your right breast making you dig your nails inside his shoulder. It hurts you more than it hurt your neck because of how soft your skin is there. It causes tears rolling down from your eyes and your breath hitches while he sucks your blood and you feel it all inside your body.

Digging your nails doesn't feel enough because of how much it hurts. Your body feels light and your fingers stop helping you endure the pain.

You fall on the bed while he is still above you sucking your blood.

"Oh God!" A plea leaves from your mouth but you don't want him to stop.

He has become a real monster now that he has gotten some blood on his lips. It washes over his head and he keep drinking until you scream not being able to take it anymore, "STOP!"

He barely pulls himself up and you see your blood dripping from his mouth while he smirks staring at you.

He licks away the last drop of blood and pulls you dress away abandoning it on the floor.

"Open your mouth, you are fucking bleeding," he urges but you don't.

"Fucking open your mouth. You told me you'll do so," he looks genuinely worried to you which concerns you.

"Damn you,Y/n!" he presses your cheeks with hand and bites his wrist then presses his blood dripping wrist on your mouth.

You try to spit his blood out from your mouth but his hard press makes you drink it making you want to gag.

You start coughing realizing how bad it tastes.

"Don't you dare spit it," he says helping you to sit down but you keep coughing endlessly. You forget about how bare you are in front of him, you forget about the purpose of coming here, you forget why you made the deal, you forget about everything that is around you without him shouting at you with concern.

You don't understand the cause and you don't know when you have stopped coughing.

"Thank God," his voice and his eyes on your neck makes you realize that your pain is gone, the scars he gave you are gone. Some drop of blood is left on you nothing else.

You don't know why your eyes don't leave him. You just keep staring at his eyes wondering how they would look if he was a human. Maybe dark brown eye color would suit him best.

"What are you staring at?"

He finally asks you and you smile.

"Your scary monstrous act is gone," you tell him and he makes an annoyed face.

"You haven't seen me eating human yet which is why your courage sounds concerning," he says and pick up the duvet from the bed to wrap around you but you hold his hands still looking into his eyes.

"Your blood grossed," you whisper and he looks at you.

His eyes look bright red for some reason and they dims again when he grabs your chin, "Do you still want to see the monster I am after how I have hurt you?"

The fear of him tearing apart is long gone from the moment you hear concern in his voice.

"That wasn't the part of our deal," you climb on his lap and wrap your legs around him once again.

When you start to unbutton his shirt, he looks down to your face watching you carefully undressing him.

When you are on the last button your head aches and you start to fall behind but he immediately captures you inside his arm,"You don't have to fill the deal now."

"I am scared, it's not about the deal anymore," and you unbutton the last one removing his shirt from his chest.

The view of his abs, his chest flashing in front of you triggers you to grope his neck kissing him. He tastes you with the same amount of hunger and leaves you breathless.

It is definite that he pulls you closer and your wetness hits his pelvis making both of you grown in pleasure. It's just the beginning of a storm yet it's too suitable.

His kisses become restless when he reaches on your chest. Your soft breasts feel like cotton candy against his lips. It does something to you that he starts leaving soft bites there, kissing you like a monster time by time.

Your head hits the headboard not being able to contain so much pleasure from his lips.

He is cold yet, he feels so warm against you.

"Please," you moan and his eyes fall on yours while the tip of his tongue is on your nipple making circles.

He removes on of his hands from your back and you feel it reaching your pelvis.

"Who are you?" He softly asks you and you feel his index and middle fingers rubbing you slowly avoiding your clit. You have soaked his fingers and it embarrasses you quite much.

"Fuck, this feels-ah" you moan sounds like a mumble against your lips when you feel his fingers inside you.

"Good?" He asks you curling his fingers inside you stretching your walls. It leaves a shock inside your body and you starts squirming when he keeps repeating this.

He is so fast and it is confusing your body feeling so much at once.

"Yes, yes...keep go-oh God," your eyes roll from his abuse and your body becomes a shaky mess getting so much pleasure at once.

He rubs your clit with his thumb while his fingers are still inside you and it leaves deeper shiver inside you making your body create a wave.

He keeps inserting his fingers knowing well that you just came on his fingers.

You grab his wrist and remove it from your core.

It gave him enough information for which he makes you sit on the bed while you lean on a pillow supporting on the headboard. Your body feels weak but you can't care less about it.

His eyes never leaves yours when he takes his pants off and crawls in front of you to come closer. It aches your pelvic floor but you welcome him giving your legs on his palm so he can make them wrap around him again.

You don't know why you are jumping into this hell but this is the only thing that is keeping you together.

He pulls you a little too hard keeping you into pieces and you feel his cock stretching you out all together.

Your breathing starts becoming irregular when he starts moving. His whole cock is inside you without any warnings and you only hear the cracking sound of the bed and the slapping sound of your skins.

It's madness, your inner self tells you.

But you keep looking into his eyes while he keeps going back and forth. Tears keep flowing from your eyes making your breath heavy but you give no reaction for him to stop and he doesn't until he makes you come. When it's his time, he removes himself from you and taint the bedsheets with his essence.

Maybe it took half an hour but he never left your eyes. His eyes is glowing the brightest now that you have made him come and for some reason it makes you proud of yourself.

You just have sex with a demon who slaughter everyone but refused to do it to you. Why does it leave you lonely again?

Sorry for being late <3

[nutcasewithaknife]

for the WIP game: Get loved, idiot!

Oh this is the oldest and least-close-to-finishing fic of them all! In short, it's the angsty post-canon I started writing like 2 days after finishing the show. The original premise is that meeting at the beach, difang find Li Lianhua's white cape around a stranger's corpse washed up on the beach. They set off along the coast looking for Li Lianhua, and Fang Duobing is the one who's actually searching for a living man. Di Feisheng is already mourning Li Xiangyi, but he can't bring himself to dissuade Fang Duobing from looking. So instead he's going to make sure Fang Duobing doesn't run himself any more ragged than he already has. But then they do end up finding Li Lianhua, miraculously alive yet awfully close to death, and do everything they can to heal him. Things get very very sad before they get a bit better.

The point of it was to be a sort of character introspection of all three of them, especially of Li Lianhua, and see how they deal with the inevitable and painful emotional conflict of Li Lianhua's decision to leave vs. Difang's stubbornness about saving him. It needs some massive editing because my understanding of each character has changed a lot from those first few weeks, and I keep hopping between a whole bunch of endings for it ;-;

A (long) difang snippet from it:

By the fifth day of their journey, Fang Duobing figured out that Di Feisheng was no longer searching for Li Lianhua, but mourning him. 

That stung too, at first. Every day they searched for Li Lianhua, and Fang Duobing wanted to ask why he was still looking if he was already mourning. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He watched Di Feisheng search thoroughly, even if he was no longer expecting anything to come of it. He watched him put just as much effort into looking after the two of them. 

That night, like the ones before, Fang Duobing couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t alone; Di Feisheng always simply lay in bed all night, meditating, sleeping fitfully, or just awake. Fang Duobing couldn’t stomach it. He would sit outside till dawn instead, and breathe in as much air as he could so it wouldn’t feel so awfully suffocating. 

That night, unlike any other night before, Di Feisheng stopped him before he could step out.

“We should rest well,” he said. 

“It’s pointless to try,” Fang Duobing answered.

“We should try anyway.” 

Cruelty rose easily to Fang Duobing’s tongue when he was stretched thin. Easy for you to say, he wanted to tell him. You’ve given up and left me alone. Instead, he walked over to Di Feisheng’s bed and said, “Alright.”

He looked up for only a moment before shifting further in, lifting a corner of his blanket. Fang Duobing got in. They lay facing each other, and he was determined to show Di Feisheng how useless it was to try. He didn’t bother hiding any of the listlessness or the despair that crept into his heart stronger every night. 

It was incredible, how alone he suddenly felt once more, even with Di Feisheng right there. An accusation rose to his lips again, and stalled, again. Wasn’t Di Feisheng closer to Li Lianhua? Hadn’t they known each other longer? Weren’t they excellent at leaving him out and scheming and gossipping together? Why would he give up so easily, then?

“Tell me about him.” The words stumbled out of Fang Duobing without much thought. “The Li Xiangyi you knew.”

Di Feisheng stared for a moment, then closed his eyes. His throat bobbed on a swallow. “It’s late.” 

“Tell me. What was it like a decade ago?” In answer, Di Feisheng shifted, making to turn over, turn his back to him. How dare he. Fang Duobing grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back around. “Tell me.”

“It’s pointless,” Di Feisheng snapped, glaring properly for the first time in days. “Do you think I knew him any better? If you want more of him to miss, I have nothing.” It pricked him sharp and hard, for some reason. That wasn’t it at all, though. He hadn’t asked about Li Lianhua. He had plenty to miss anyways. What he wanted…

“I’m asking about you,” Fang Duobing said, and watched the anger switch to nonplussed silence. “We’re here together, aren’t we? Don’t I have the right to ask you who you’re here for?”

For a long time, neither spoke. Fang Duobing wanted to give up on it, he was so exhausted. But somehow it was even more exhausting to wonder why Di Feisheng was like this. To wonder how he was hurt. It was hard to do this, hard to find comfort with and care for someone he didn’t yet understand.

“Tell me something,” Fang Duobing breathed. “Anything.”

Di Feisheng looked away and down, lashes long and dark against his face. Slowly, he turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling instead. “Before the battle at Donghai, I lost to him. Twice. It was a close match each time, but he won.”

“Donghai wasn’t your first battle?”

The corner of Di Feisheng’s mouth turned up, almost a smile. “Nobody else knew. It would’ve made a mess of things, with us being the heads of opposing sects.”

“But you had to have your battle, didn’t you?” Fang Duobing almost smiled too, at the thought of it these two legendary men, as young as him and sneaking out for clandestine battles with the one who was supposed to be their biggest foe. “You haven’t changed one bit.”

“No,” he said, and Fang Duobing wasn’t sure if that was an agreement or not. Di Feisheng turned his head and looked at him properly again. It wasn’t a look Fang Duobing was used to seeing, even if it felt familiar. Suspicion? Curiosity? 

“What do you want?” Di Feisheng asked him in a low voice, and Fang Duobing immediately knew. This was the sort of look A-Fei wore while they’d searched for Li Lianhua. Nothing as distant as suspicion or curiosity, it was just that he was worried for Fang Duobing.

For the first time in days, Fang Duobing felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. He shut them and curled into himself. A few seconds later, an arm slipped slowly and steadily around his shoulders. It was embarrassingly easy to give in. He shuffled closer and clung back, hiding his face in his collar and taking comfort in the steady beat of his heart. He was not alone. He was not alone. Li Lianhua had left them to each other, after all. 

Neither of them slept. But they stayed like that, together, till the break of dawn. It was easier to breathe here too, easier than it was alone in the open night. It didn’t matter if Di Feisheng had no hope left; Fang Duobing could have enough of it for both of them. And if he ever ran out… he had someone to go back to, now.

By the end of the first week, he forgave Di Feisheng for mourning so soon.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

With the firstborn's ring I made you mine

Lying down at night you start to wonder how to hide your ownership of the ring of light, thankfully Solomon has an idea

Wc: 800

Cw: at one point a witch teases you two about being careful about not having a child so it could be read as AFAB reader but honestly Lucifer gave 'birth' to satan so mpreg wouldn't be the strangest thing

You are lying down on your bed looking at Solomon, ready to sleep " Solomon?" you play with the thick golden band absentmindedly " if the brothers notice the ring of light how do we hide that, huh?"

Solomon takes off his coat as he hums "well, obviously deny it"

" Of course smartass, but that would only work with the brothers and maybe diabolo, I doubt the very owner can't tell his ring apart from other similars"

"If Lucifer was to confront you about it…" he takes off his shirt and starts brushing his hair, showing multiple contract marks along his back and neck " push all the blame to me"

" What do you even mean by that?" You look up from the jewelry magazine in your lap. You were trying to find a ring close enough to say you bought it and made some customizations

" Tell them that I gave it to you as our wedding ring" the brush stops mid stroke just above his ear. You could swear he left a juvenile breathy laugh, like a preteen who just confessed to their crush

" Won't you be in an awkward situation then?"

" I'm always in hot water here" he laughs loudly as he walks to the bed and lies down next to you looking over your shoulder to the magazine you were reading, he remembers these styles being in fashion so long ago, he even remember that by the time he befriended Asmodeus he had gushed about them about 10 times. Chunky thick rings, some engraved with various animals, others plain and bejeweled "either way they need to trust you to make pacts with you, what they think of me doesn't really matter"

You just sigh, leaning backwards against his chest, your head resting against his shoulder, " can't you just cast transformative magic and make it look like a brand new ring?" You lift your left hand to emphasize how eye catching the ring is

He seems deep in thought but ends up laughing softly " I guess I could but I don't wanna!" His bright smile almost lighting up the room

" Ugh! Why are you so mean!"

" I don't do it to be mean~" he hugs you closer to his chest as he rubs his head against your neck like a cat marking its owner " if anything you could say I'm possessive~"

"Oh?" You pat his head, making him lean against the soft contact " and why is that?"

" Even if in this timeline the brothers don't have feelings for you… I guess saying that the ring displaying our 'marriage' being the firstborn's ring is like a big Fuck you toward them" his nimble fingers toy with said ring before kissing your hand " don't you think so~?"

" It truly sounded possessive"

"Because I'm possessive of my apprentice, obviously~" he exclaims as if he was offended you didn't know or doubted that. Without giving you one second to answer he playfully bites your shoulder

" Hick!" Your wings spread to push him off "Why are you biting me?! If anything the big bad demon should try and eat the human! At this time demons should still eat humans so beware great sorcerer, for you will be my dinner!" As you bear your teeth, slowly running your tongue through the far more angular shape

Suddenly it seems that Solomon remembered your fangs.

Quickly jumping away to the foot of the bed he starts sputtering excuses " H-Hey don't get too hung up on the joke! Remember I'm your human teacher, be nice!" You see a little droplet run down his nape but you doubt it is from his shower

Slowly like a predator you get closer and closer until you jump towards him, mouth wide open " Retribution!" And your face lands just in the junction between his neck and shoulder

It's not necessary to say the morning after it would come out to bite you in the ass. The red patch of skin being noticable from meters away

" Oh? Solomon what happened there?" A friendly witch ask when you two go for groceries

" It was a mosquito bite, you know how big they can get in the devildom" quickly you interrupt before he can answer

" But sweetie~" he brings his hand to cover his mouth like a bashful highschool student confessing to their crush " mosquitoes don't have such sharp teeth~" as he angles his head to the side, as if he was showing off the marks your teeth left

The witch can only laugh "Aahh~ young love, i remember being just like that with my Cornelius. Just make sure to use protection, I'm sure the academy would hate to have mini Solomons running around"

Leaving the shop you whisper yell at Solomon " what the fuck! Why did you do that?!"

His eyes darken as he smirks, almost mocking you " THIS is retribution, brat"

[spectrechosts]

The Cruel Ship's Captain

A chance meeting of two cursed souls, so very long ago.

Full Series

Senna is hungry again.

She shrouds herself in a cloak and makes her way to the port, as has become her habit in this age of piracy. Travelers from all around, known by none here. A drunk stumbles out of a tavern and no one ever sees them again- Maybe they fell off the dock, it happens.

She's long past the days of pretending she does a noble thing, feeding on the seedier humans. She's worse than the worst of them. She does it because it's easy. Even if someone investigates- and they won't- it'll never link back to her ever so dignified family, convinced she belongs even though she's in none of the portraits and looks nothing like them.

Ugh, she gets so mopey when she needs to feed. It's not like she chose to become this.

And besides, she can't just not eat. She's tried, it only makes things much, much worse when she finally gives in. You only need to massacre a village once to get it through your head that the monster will feed regardless of what you want; better to just quietly indulge every few weeks rather than uproot your entire life twice yearly.

"Now what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Someone snatches her cloak off her shoulders and slams her against the wall of the alley.

Impossible, she thinks, as she collides with the stone. Nobody sneaks up on her, she would hear it! Is she slipping?

This is bad, this is so dreadfully bad- She can't be seen here, her feeding can't be thrown off like this, the whole thing is a catastrophe. She struggles, but the pirate is stronger than her, pinning her shoulder to the wall with her off hand as she lifts a jeweled earring with the barrel of her pistol.

"These look expensive. You should be more careful." She says. "There's all kinds of scum 'round these parts, you know."

She doesn't have time for this this isn't the plan she needs to get out of here and hide and come back to feed another time.

"Let go of me." She hisses, voice layered with hypnotic charm as her eyes go dark. "Go back to your ship and shoot yourself."

The pirate blinks, shakes her head as if to clear it of the imparted command, and then shrugs.

"Anything for a lady." She says, and then she pulls open her coat and shoots herself through the heart.

"Ow." She grunts, rolling her shoulders and letting her coat fall closed. "Hurts even when you know it's coming."

Oh, damn it all.

"That's right girlie, don't bother screaming." The pirate says, as Senna huffs and thumps her head back into the stone wall. "Ain't gonna be louder than that, and ain't anyone 'round who cares."

That much is true. A few humans peek into the alley as they pass, but none intervene. It's why she feeds here. And presumably…

The pirate's fangs sink into her neck, and then her eyes go wide and she recoils.

"Augh!" She cries, spitting onto the ground. "What the fuck?!"

It's why she feeds here too.

"Alright, so we're both stupid." Senna says, tired. "I haven't seen another of our kind in centuries, what's your excuse?"

The pirate is still retching, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. "Centuries?" She asks, and Senna groans.

She got caught out by a fucking fledgling.

"Oh god, how old are you?" She asks.

"Twenty-nine."

Please please please please-

"Twenty-nine as a vampire or-?"

"Oh, uh… three."

Goddammit.

"Fuck me." She says, and the pirate barks a laugh, and then winces at the pain still radiating through her chest.

"Love to, but ah- Just about blew my tit off, so…" She pauses, waiting for Senna to maybe say something. "Drinks?"

"Ugh!" Senna huffs, and she turns tail and leaves.

"Hey, don't be like that! This is great!" The pirate says, following her. "I've been at sea for ages, I'm starved. Two of us together? None of these assholes stand a chance, we could feast!"

"No!" Senna snaps. The girl is an idiot and a liability. "There will be no feasting, I live here, you boorish menace!"

The pirate shrugs. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"If a slew of people get killed by vampires," Senna seethes, "the rest will start looking for vampires, idiot."

"Sure, that's why you leave after."

"I can't leave!"

"Why not?" The pirate asks, and Senna pauses.

It's not as if her family is truly hers. It's not as if she allows herself human friends, or goes outside for any reason but to feed. Her only attachment to this place is that it's where she is.

"Drinks? Yeah?" The pirate says with a growing smile, and Senna allows herself to be dragged along.

~

"Cap'n." Nods a stout man as the pirate (Alice, she called herself) sits Senna down with her on a tavern bench.

"Bill." Alice responds, then jerks her head back at Senna. "Senna. She'll be joining us for a bit."

Bill grunts, and Senna quirks an eyebrow. "I will be? Am I being press-ganged?"

"What? Nahh." Alice scrunches her nose and shakes her head. "Press ganging implies I mean to put you to work. We're taking you on as a passenger."

"And if I don't want to be taken as passenger?"

"Well, then we're kidnapping you." Alice says, with a wry grin. "But don't that sound so unpleasant?"

Senna turns her nose up at that with a "Hmph!"

"Everyone back on the ship?" Alice asks, ignoring her.

"All accounted for 'cept us in here." Says Bill. "Is she..?"

"She's like me." Alice says, and she puts an arm around Senna and whispers into her ear as if she's murmuring something sordid to a conquest.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen here, miss." She says, licking her lips. "When I give the signal, me, Bill, those two men over there- Jim and James, also on my crew- we're going to grab some nice girls and take them back to my ship for me to eat."

God, is this really how she feeds? Just, smash and grab? Right out in the open?

"Now, you can sit here and pout and go hungry until we reach the next port; not too long a trip, I like to make little stops for myself before our main destination, let the rest of the crew relax somewhere I haven't made a mess. Or-"

"Yes, yes, I was already at the docks to grab someone, imbecile." Senna hisses. "Some of us value subtlety. Not letting people see us feed, for instance."

"Okayy, touchy. You've already been seen here with me, grab someone or don't. Ready?"

Senna grumbles and scans the room. There's a girl with a pretty neck over in the corner, hanging off some giant brute of a sailor. If she has to pick someone here…

"Ready."

Alice vanishes, and a swarm of bats surges toward the bar and reforms into her. She grabs a woman and tears her throat out with her teeth, gulping down blood and throwing the whole tavern into a frenzy.

"That's the signal?" Senna whines, as the other pirates spring into action, snatch frightened patrons and drag them away. All eyes are on Alice, cackling like a madwoman as she shrugs off pistol rounds and breaks the arm of someone foolish enough to rush her with a knife.

Senna walks briskly to her target, cowering behind her beau. "Forget about the woman behind you." She orders, and the man looks into her black eyes and lowers the protective arm he'd had around her. "You, follow me."

The girl follows her like a lost puppy. It doesn't even look like a kidnapping, with any luck, no one will remember Senna was here at all. Alice is still wreaking havoc, bones shattering under her fists as the humans try and fail to subdue her.

And the blood.

There's so much blood. The thick, rich, cloying tang of it in her nostrils makes Senna dizzy. Her stomach growls angrily, and she just about loses herself and devours her girl on the spot.

But not yet.

"You!" She hisses at another girl, hiding under a table. "Follow."

She leads the two of them outside, taking them down the waterfront until she can see where the other pirates are struggling to get their last victim aboard their ship while some would-be hero accosts them.

That's rare, in this part of town. Senna would be impressed, if not for the fact that she's grumpy hungry now.

"Hey." She says to the interloper, and he glances back at her for just a moment, and that's all she needs. "Swim to the horizon."

Then he's gone, swimming out to his death.

"What in the hell wassat?" Says Jim or James, she doesn't really care which.

"That would be our new passenger." Says Bill. "Take her and her guests to the captain's quarters with the rest, we're leaving."

"The captain?" Senna asks, climbing up to the ship's deck. She was still fighting, last she saw.

"Flies on a hundred pestilent wings, my sweet." Says Alice, coalescing before her out of a swarm of vermin. She takes her last captive from Bill and hefts her over her shoulder, then beckons Senna below deck. "Come! Eat with me, we'll have a grand old time!"

Senna isn't sure about a grand old time, but she really needs to feed now. She follows her, down to the lowest deck, where the sun never touches. Alice's cabin has many of the luxuries one would expect of a pirate captain's quarters, though completely devoid of any light sources. The other two victims are already here; they squirm and whimper in the dark, bound at the wrists and ankles and rendered blind by their human eyes.

Senna's charmed duo need no such restraints. She pushes one to the floor and falls upon her, sinking her fangs into the soft flesh of their neck. Shakes her head violently, tears open the vein, lets blood spill forth into her mouth; hot and salty and metallic on her tongue.

The monster within her demands more, urges her to bite again, harder- not just fangs but human teeth, made for ripping into meat, gouging out chunks and choking them down, bloodied and raw.

She can hear Alice chuckling. "Messy eater. Always the proper ones, innit?" She hums to the girl she's drinking from. "Maybe I'll toss you to her, you're so afraid of me." She says, and she latches back onto the girl's open vein as she cries.

Hours pass, in the inky darkness. Senna eats and eats until she's full and lethargic and guilty, the stench of blood clinging to her in the aftermath. She didn't even drink most of it from that first girl, just let it puddle on the floor. What a waste.

She groans loudly.

"Are you always so pissy about a good meal?" Alice asks her, sated and languid on her bed. "Get off the floor, come join me."

"I didn't have to kill that man at the dock. He was trying to do a good thing. I could've just told him to run away, forget what he saw."

"Please, if you didn't kill him we would have. Who cares?"

"I care!" Says Senna. "I don't like killing, I just- I get so hungry. It's like I'm not even me anymore."

"Aww, poor little vampire." Alice coos, mockingly. "Come to bed."

"Fuck you."

"That's the idea." She says, smug. "We both prefer girls, yeah?"

Senna grumbles and rolls face down.

"How are you so squeamish about this? You made it sound like you were old. Should be used to it by now."

"Nobody should be used to being a monster." Spits Senna.

"Careful." Alice chuckles. "Get that stick any further up your ass, might stake yourself."

"Ugh." Senna huffs. She can hear Alice get up, walk toward her and sit. She drapes a blanket over her and rubs her back through it.

"So, what?" She asks, joking tone absent from her low voice. "You feel bad about yourself until you can't help but eat someone, then you go feel bad about it 'till the next time?"

"…Essentially." Senna says, wrapping the blanket tight around her. "I don't know. I don't want to kill people, but…"

"Don't wanna die?" Alice asks, and Senna nods tightly. "Right, who could blame ya?"

"The people I eat, presumably."

"Ehhh, fuck 'em, they're dead." Says Alice. "How often you eat?"

"I can get by with one every couple months, if I save my energy."

"Goddamn, no wonder you made such a mess. Must be starved to death, eating like that." She says. "Tell you what: I kill more 'n that just going about my business-"

"How delightful."

"Oh hush ya miserable cunt I'm trying to be nice."

Senna hushes.

"Me and my crew are going to kill people, not saying it's nice, but it's going to happen. If you stay on board, and the odd dead man walking finds their way to you…" Alice shrugs. "Don't make any difference that matters, does it? Dead's dead."

"You want me to kill for you."

"I kill for myself just fine, thanks. You're the one having trouble with it." She says. "Think about it, alright? You can go home and mope and pluck someone off the street every few months, be hungry and sad, or, you can have a full belly off folk who're dead anyway. Can't say your hands'll be perfectly clean, but- maybe rest a little easier, yeah?"

~

Weeks later, Senna leans over the guardrail of the moonlit ship, docked and gently swaying with the tide.

"Well, your ladyship?" Alice asks from behind her. "We're set to be off, will you be joining us?"

Senna inhales deeply through her nose.

"I'm not working on the crew." She says, haughtily.

"Of course."

"And I'll not participate in any plundering, murdering, what have you."

"Oh, never."

"And… don't feed me anyone too smelly, or hairy, or anything."

"See what I can do, but we're looking at sailors here."

Alice gives the order to set sail and makes her way below decks, and Senna follows after her.

"Don't expect me to call you captain, either." She says, and Alice scoffs.

"Seemed eager enough to last night."

"That was seduction, I was being seductive."

"Right, I'll expect no more of that then." Says Alice. "Shame. Guess you can hang a hammock, bunk with the rest of the crew."

"Hey! No!"

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Lovely treasures 

Lovely treasures 

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing:  Jean x Julia (Half-Pureblood vampire)

Part of : Ikemen Advent hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 8 - Stockings 

Tag: Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 771

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The snow was falling since morning covering the whole mansion in a winter wonderland to rival any other, the vegetations around brightened by the lights that adorned every corner of the house all the while a warm light streamed from the windows, one in particular would have caught any passerby attention for no other reason that for the two figures inside that like busy bees moved around  the fireplace, careful to no mess around the perfect decoration of tables and shelves of the drawing room.

“Here we hang our stockings and Santa Claus will fill them overnight with gifts if we have been nice.” 

Julia made a show of taking a socket and hanging it on the wall next to the fireplace, looking at Jean mirroring her, a shard of is insecurity swimming in his moonless eye as he gazed up at her relaxing only when she nodded a smile full of pride on her lips enough to make his heart race madly in his chest, thought he tried to hide by lowering his gaze to adjust the other socks.

“What happens to the ones on the naughty list ?”

“Some said they receive nothing but I like to think they receive less gifts than others, like it is not fair to not receive anything only because you have not been completely nice.”

“Then I won't receive anything.”

Julia, who was in the middle of adjusting his stocking next to hers, stopped at his words sitting on her folded legs as she turned around, a look of confusion in her chartreuse eyes as she gazed up at him.

“Why do you say so ?”

“Because ... I wasn't nice. I wasn't even good with you, like you were with me ... I had to atone.”

Her heart tugged painfully at the guilty expression in his navy eye, made even darker by guilt, a frown on his lips so sad she immediately jumped to her feet and rushed to his side placing her fingers upon his lips to stop his apologies.

“No no please don't say that.”

Julia wrapped her tiny arms around him, brushing her face on Jean’s muscular chest, listening to the fast beats of his heart.

“You had to atone for anything Jean.”

“But …”

“No but.” 

Julia looked up at him, her fingers stretched to brush over his eyepatch with such tenderness he felt his eye got misty, a sight her eyes must have caught for the tenderness in them was something Jean had seen only during moments were he showed her his vulnerability, finding in her nothing but acceptance and unconditional love … as if a monster was ever worth of it all, a nasty thought that made him feel guilty so much he tried to escape by lowering his gaze, focusing it on her hair.

“Jean ... Are you still mad at me ?”

That question so innocent and yet too heavy with meaning made his heart throb with regret, sensitive as she was Julia must have thought so judging his aloofness as a sign of anger, hints of doubts in her voice he fretted over to calm cupping her face in his palm brushing his thumb on her cheeks as he gazed into her chartreuse eyes glimmering with emotions like a canva all his to see, a sight that strangely made Jean smile.

“I could never ever be Julia ... If anything it should be me asking you the same question.”

“How could I be when you have been nothing but kind to me ever since I came to the mansion.”

“I was not so kind to you ... I still think you deserve better than me ... yet I can't erase my affection for you. I don't even want to do it ... because you are everything to me.”

“Ohhh Jean.”

 Julia nuzzled her face in his chest smiling at the gentleness of his fingers trailing in her curls cuddling her to him, his touch bith tender and clumsy at once never failed to make her heart race madly, like in that moment where he raised her face to gaze into her eyes, the moonless night sky of his eye what once dark was now twinkling with stars of affection scattered all over it so much she can barely believe him to be the same aloof person she met when she first arrived in the mansion.

“Julia I love you more than you can imagine.”

“I love you too Jean very much.”

Tenderly Jean leaned in to brush his nose on her, revelling in her hearty giggles as she did the same, locking their gazes as they looked at one another with affectionate smiles.