#Fang Horrid Henry

[disastrousdamian]

Figured you guys might enjoy this

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Horrid Henry and The Tiny Day

Part (4/4)

Wohooooo, it's finally done :D. Quite happy with it, my very first fancomic :DDD!!!

I kinda made a mistake in pg 17 tho :(, forget to erase the overlapping of fang and the hamster wheel :((, ah well it still looked quite good :D.

For those who have been following me through this journey I want to say

Thank youu✨✨

It's been a pleasure making and posting this fancomic :D, your support really gets me going!!

As I have stated in my previous post, am kinda thinking of making a series out of the tiny henry concept, but i changed my mind; I have decided to make it into one epic fancomic instead :D!! As a continuation to this fancomic. Am not that good of a writer tho, so it might take awhile until I manage to make it (the storyboard is still brewing at the back of my head)!!

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Btw, quick question for you guys, should i colour the next fancomic?

[batsinnappies]

My exams start in two weeks and here I am drawing horrid Henry fanart

Though, watching a show about primary schoolers is helping with the exam stress

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is Fang the first eliminated? YEAH YEAH YEAH!

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Do you ship it? (400 post special)

To celebrate 400 posts, I'm stealing an idea from @do-you-ship-it-polls and making it funnier

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Horrid Henry started trending again I'm so normal about this

A couple of au's started catching my eye but it got me thinking about how cool a cowboy au would be. (Which also got me thinking about a witcher au but I'll post about that later)

Henry, being the son of a store owner and a housewife, was bored out of his mind every day. Every morning he'd have to wake up before the sunrise, which he absolutely hated. He collected all the eggs, fed the chickens and rooster, and the dog - fang. His parents weren't very financially well-off, so they couldn't afford to send him to the school in the town, but with great effort, they managed to send his younger brother - Peter. "He'll have the chance to get out of this town and have a better life." they would say. Henry didn't particularly think it would be fun to study, as it looked extremely tedious, but he was a bit angry that he wasn't given the same opportunity. He didn't want to look over chickens or cows all his life. What was worse was that since the school was far away, he was "responsible for his brother", which meant he had to send him off and pick him up.

The upside was that he met a couple of the boys from the neighboring village. At first he had a little scuffle with one of them, but soon enough, he became his best friend.

He introduced his new friend (Ralph) to his other farmer friends Al and Bert, while he got to meet Brian and, unfortunately, Margaret. Perhaps Henry's parents think that since Margaret is the only girl that keeps hanging around Henry (even though just to annoy him), they could push the idea of him liking her (because who could ever imagine a boy and a girl being just friends (/s)) and Henry very obviously hates the idea.

Idk what to add this is all I got till now...

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You don't have to do this, I thought it'd be interesting to see which other fandoms you're in. A-Z characters. List one character who starts with each letter of the alphabet- from any fandom you want.

A Aerobic Al (horrid henry)

B Bree (lab rats)

C Colby (the villains of valley view)

D Damien (The omen)

E Ethan (my babysitters a vampire)

F Fang (horrid henry)

G Gary (south park)

H Horrid henry (horrid henry)

I no

J Jake (chucky)

K Kyle (south park)

L Lincoln (the loud house)

M Marcus (lab rats)

N Nadine (chucky)

O Oliver (mighty med)

P Pheobe

Q no

R Rory (my babysitters a vampire)

S Sarah (ed, edd n eddy)

T Tilly (big city greens)

U no

V Vic (the villains of valley view)

W Wednesday (the addams family)

X no

Y no

Z no

[dont-be-horrid-henry]

Hi, writing a little intro post. You can call me Fang (he/they, 19, transmasc & aroace, neurodivergent)! This is my Horrid Henry side blog, I just reblog art/fics and post little headcanons and parts of the show I like. Currently binging the TV series on Sling TV since it’s free there, still yet to read the books.

My favorite characters are Henry, Ralph, Peter, and Margaret, I like reading fics about any combination of them being friends. My favorite relationships to focus on are the platonic relationship between Henry and Peter and then the platonic or romantic relationship between Henry and Ralph. I like teen/adult AU content as well as the original universe/s. Hurt/comfort is everything to me but plain fluff is also great. One of my favorite things about the show and the books is probably the art style, I find it really charming and love when people draw in it.

Please DNI if you create/support sexual, incestuous, pedophilic, etc. content of the characters. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable, I don’t want to be associated with you if you do that, even if the characters are “aged up”. Also TERFs, zionists, and other bigots DNI.

Along with the main tags, I also tag using ‘fic recommendations’, ‘fan art’, ‘original content’, ‘reblog’, ‘horrid headcanons’ (headcanon/au original content), and ‘feedback fang’ (replies to asks). Also I doubt I’ll need them much but, if a post has triggering content, it’ll be tagged as ‘cw ____’, like ‘cw violence’ or ‘cw abuse’. If I forget some of my tags lmk and please be patient, I’m a little disorganized.

That’s all for now!

-Fang 🩵💛

[theforgottencrow]

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【 Welcome to my blog/the nest!】

✸ you may address me as Ink, Corv, or relatively anything else!

✸ friends and moots may call me Crow or whatever else they desire as well!

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【 other blogs 】

✸ @theforgottencorvid is simply my art reblog account

✸ @crowcalling is my nsfw/suggestive blog

✸ @the-doodlesphere-system Separate blog for my system, this technically isn’t my blog and is for our alters so that they can make posts and not crowd my blog with them as result. It is currently still a W.I.P

【 About me 】

Firstly, I present some of my flags

(Theres so many more...)

My main prnz : Xe/Crow/Paint/Ink/Bite, I also use Blood/Gore/Bone/Fang/Pest/Knife/It/Static/Etc. (How to use Xe/xem prns Here)

My very special interest is Undertale + Utmv !! (Pretty obv..)

Proud Furry <3

I’m a Polymorph/Polykin Therian. I am CrowKin, DragonKin, CrocodileKin, (+more kins), my other theriotypes are Snow leopard, Lynx, Coyote, GreenTree Python, Griffin, Fox, etc.

I'm an Irl + Fictkin (Ink sans, etc) !!!

I petre sometimes! Often times I am a crow, cat, or dog! And I purr and chirp/caw even out of petre <3

I unapologetically ship the most toxic abusive ships I can, and idc <333

My birthday is August 23rd <3

Bi-Oriented Polyamorous Aegosexual Aro/Ace ✨

I have 9 beautiful handsome partners 💕

I deeply love my platonic soulmate/husband @/wardenruins, he doesn’t post stuff, he just on tumblr so that he can spy on my stuff, but ye, love you Warden <333

Trans (F->M) Who still comfortably identifies as a Butch ✨⚔️

I’m Agender, Xenogender & Neogender ✨

I LOVEEE Mascot Horror/Creepy games !! A few of my favs are Indigo Park, Kinitopet, Poppy Playtime, Little Nightmares, Dark Deception, Amnesia, Omori, Finding Frankie, Pressure, Fnaf, Etc.

German is my native tongue but I’m also completely fluent in English, and I speak slight Spanish as well :D

I HAVE A SKELESONA !! You can find its ref riiiight here i'll be drawing myself as it often and if not xem my Monster Sona riiight here. I also have an eldritch sona but I’m too scared of my own community (monster fuckers) to show it…

I LOVE LOVE LOVE MY MOOTS/FRIENDS/PARTNERS !!!!!!

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【 Bonus stuff 】

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ �� ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ A few of my other hyperfixations are : Regretavator, Hellsing, Scott Pilgrim, Qsmp, Bugbo, Class of 09, TBHK, CVW, TSATWON, Sweet Tooth, Trigun, Highcard, Kenny The Shark, Pressure, Phighting!, LOA, GASA4, Cult of the Lamb, Alfred’s Playhouse, Bee & Puppycat, HAND, Fe, Dungeon Meshi, FnF, CoS, DHMIS, FPE, Indigo Park, The D!ckheads, Souris, Bojack Horsemen, Tuca & Birdie, TDFWM, B & B, Flawless, Dandy’s World, Extinction is Forever, SHELTER, OWH, Welcome Home, Inanimate Insanity, etc.

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Some of my fav bands/artists : Mindless Self Indulgence, Lemon Demon, Femtanyl, Alex G, Pompey, The Living Tombstone, Odetari, Penelope Scott, Ivycomb Music, Cave Town, BoyWithUke, Derivakat, Baby Bugs, Ryan Mack, Etc.!

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Some of my fav Songs : Alien Blues, Body Terror, Pure as a Lamb, I Should've Stayed Home, LOVESICK CANNIBAL!, Two Moons, Haha Hi, Rockstar, Nosedive, P3t, Seriously?, Sex For Homework, Rät, Stupid MF, HELLO KITTY, Shut me Up, Fine Great, Get It Up, Devil Town, This is Home, Etc.!

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Some Fandoms I'm In !! : Undertale, Utmv, Deltarune, WoF, WC, FPE, Indigo Park, Bojack Horsemen, Tuca & Birdie, Class of 09, Kenny The Shark, FnF, Trigun, CVW, DHMIS, Horrid Henry, Alfred’s Playhouse, LackaDaisy, Tmnt/Rottmnt, COTL, HAND, TSATWON, TOH, Sweet Tooth, Dungeon Meshi, Phighting!, Pressure, GASA4, Amphibia, Ramshackle, BBU, Owls of Ga'hoole, Welcome Home, PP, Hellsing, WOTHH, Bee & Puppycat, Wednesday, Doom & Gloom, HH & HB, Pokemon, MD, Tadac, Monkey Wrench, Bluey, Sarah & Duck, Puffin Rock, Dandy’s World, Spooky Month, Fnaf, LMK, Animaniacs, Etc.

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#My Art - Art !!

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#Crow Simping - fawning over characters I deem hot.

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#Crow on Crack - Me saying out of context things/or me being weird or I’m on crack /j)

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#Crow Vents - Me venting, vents will have different colors for different intensities of them, Red being very heavy topics that could have quite a few context warnings. Orange being semi heavy but not as bad. Green being no heavy topics and fairly light weight stuff. If you don’t wanna see vents, block the tag.

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Lgbtq+ Phobic of any kind.

LITTLE KID (ppl under 12/13, basically if your not old enough to be on this site), I honestly would really prefer you not be on my blog as I have VERY vulgar language and honestly spread that shit around like wildfire. I will also very rarely if I’m in the mood to do so draw suggestive art, no lightsabers or stuff but perhaps thick as fuck skeletons, tits, etc.

Transphobic, Xenophobic, Etc...

Racist, Sexist, Discriminate, etc.

Invalidate a Person's Pronouns / Gender / Identity

Pedophile, Sexualize Minors, Joke about Rape, etc.

Pro-Isreal.

Harass, Dox, tell ppl to kys, etc.

AntiFurry.

ZOOPHILE.

MAP.

extremely problematic, aka ppl who cause problems on purpose and just in general.

pro/com

ship Errorberry/Error x Swap, this is more of a joke but istg if you bring that SHIT up to me I will most likely block you. Regardless of our status.

Corvid hater of any kind, I’m so srs abt this fuck offf <333

Anti-Blm

Anti-Petre/Agere/Etc

Anti-Therian/Nonhuman/alterhuman/Etc

think trauma is a joke & belittle it.

think neurodivergent ppl w/ BPD, Bipolar, etc are “Scary” and don’t belong. that’s about the major people I will block! I also might have forgotten a few things/people who I DNI but uhh- I’m sure I’ll remember later :) Other than that I will freely block who I decide to and curate my own content! :)

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【 Before you interact 】

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I have Autism + Alexithymia, Depression, Anxiety, ADHD, DID & BPD

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We’re a DID system and use We/I/Me/Ours/Etc pronouns. i don't talk about my DID often because its kinda awkward :”). Our Alters consist of Ink, Lust, CANON C!Nightmare, Error, Cross, Killer, Passive, Minus Garcello, Selever, Shrimpo, Sebastian, p.AI.nter, and Eyefestation. Some of us do not act the exact same as our source. I am also in almost complete control of this sack of flesh xP. 99% of the time I’m co-fronting with Ink!! *Ink might get paints own text tags one day if they ask*

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Yes I can be cringe and idc :)

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I am VERY silly, expect maximum silliness from me at all times.

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If you’re are uncomfortable with something you see block the tag and move on do not harass me.

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We tend to make random remarks, say out of pocket things, have trouble w/ volume control/typing in all caps, making inappropriate jokes, flirt & tease (w/ my close close friends/moots) if you ever get disturbed by this please let us know & we’ll stop.

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I'm fine w/ tags, comments, & spam-likes/reblogs! They make me rlly happy ^^

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Inbox is always open! You can be as silly as you want or say the most random stuff! 99.99% of the time I’ll also answer with a little doodle! And if u want me to remember you add a little signature! Ex : 💥 anon or smth like that :D! 𐙚⭑𓂃────────𓂃⭑𐙚

My DMs are always open too !! I love love love meeting new people and making friends (I DONT BITE!!!!) :]

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I might spam-like (I get a lil excited sometimes..especially if I REALLY like your stuff, if you don't like this please let me know and I'll stop!!)

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We do make suggestive jokes and we are hypersexual but that doesn't mean we’re not sex-replused most of the time.

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We do make suggestive jokes and we are hypersexual but that doesn't mean we’re not sex-replused most of the time.

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I'm Nonhuman !! Pls do not refer to me as human. I prefer Skeleton terms & Crow terms over everything else. I'm just your average Paint Drinking Souless Skeleton <3

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We tend to make random remarks, say out of pocket things, have trouble w/ volume control/typing in all caps, making inappropriate jokes, flirt & tease (w/ my close close friends/moots) if you ever get disturbed by this please let us know & we’ll stop.

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I am VERY Blunt. And might say something rude or offensive and if I do please let me know because my Alexithymia makes it hard for me to understand if I upset people.

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Please do not ask personal info/give about me unless I'm willing to give or I give permission. This includes Name, Age, Basic stuff like that.

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please do not mention topics of rape, sexual assault, plushophilla, grooming, Addiction, Animal mutilation/Murder, etc. these are very triggering topics for me and make me remember events forced on me in my life I do not want to remember.

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Please do not repost/Trace my art without permission.

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Please do not send mockery or slander of any of my Interests/hyperfixations/friends or partners. It will not be tolerated and will result in a immediate block.

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Unless I asked for it, please do not randomly give me criticism on something.

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Don’t involve me/talk to me about ship discourse. I genuinely do not give a fuck as long as no one is getting hurt. I know who I follow and choose to interact with, I will cater my own experience online.

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My blog, my rules!! <3333

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【 Extra : 】

I work at a store M -> F, so I won’t be on too often on those days :)

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Art requests are open and always open! Feel free to ask for whatever you like, ocs are included! I still have the right to delete a request if I’m not comfortable with it tho ;3

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(Credits for dividers bc I forgot those:)

@/Sister-Lucifer for checkered belt div

@/Fundamentalpapereducationrp for Art supplies/Fpe div

@/Sweetparty for blood div

@/Inklore for hazard & circle star div

@/Elryisia for star div

unfortunately I do not remember the creators for the mini skull div or the skulls + checkerstar div, but if u know pls tell me so I can tag <:D

[taraishere]

Fang

No not Fang from Horrid Henry and nope not Fangbone. Fang from Brawl Stars!!!

It looks off cuz I was trying to do the Phantomarcade art-style while also doing the Fairly Odd Parents artstyle and using only 2 to 3 colours but it ended up in a clusterfuck

[hatsampixie]

Horrid Henry vs Fang.. And the winner is Fang..

Yeah.. If Henry accidentally provoked Fang.. I think she would be the last thing Henry would ever see.. Before she grabs him and crushes him like a gator eating a turtle.

[buckysgoldenheart]

Unexpectedly Bitten

Vampire!Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Your ex gets into some trouble with Vampires, and his mistakes lead the bloodsuckers back to you. After seeing you, one vampire gets a little attached and he’s taking his time deciding what he plans to do with you, but whatever it is, you’re not afraid. In fact, you might just be a little attached to him too.

Warnings: cursing, smut, violence. (Count on spelling mistakes or repeating words too often. it’s very likely.)

Notes: Let me emphasize this: there is little rhyme or reason to the way this story is broken into parts. I did my best though, and I stuck to 7. I tried not to make each part too long.

This is a Vampire!Henry x Reader story where each chapter, while chronological, is a different conversation or event during the course of their evolving relationship. 

Words: 1310

Part 3: Nighttime Activities

Henry ran into the kitchen the instant the yelp left your lips. The knife in your hand clanged to the floor, breaking the silence surrounding you, and thick red droplets were splashing on the metal of the blade when Henry grabbed your hand in his. You winced and looked up at him.

“What did you do!”

“I was just—”

“What did I tell you, huh? Either Chris or I will cook.”

“I didn’t mean to cut myself.”

“I’d hope not. Now let me see,” He said, slightly irritated as he ran a thumb over your blood-stained palm, careful to avoid the wounded forefinger. “You’re dripping blood all over the floor.”

When he saw the expression on your face, he sighed and rolled his eyes. “I won’t drink all of your precious blood, Lamb. Not unless you ask me to.” Examining the cut closely, he continued. “It’s not a scratch, that’s for sure.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Seal the cut.”

“How?” You tried to yank your hand back, but Henry gripped it firmly.

“Just trust me.” He stared into your eyes, as if he had the ability to bend you to his will.

You tentatively extended your finger to him and he wrapped lips around it, slowly sliding his tongue along the edges of the cut. It stung and your eyes snapped shut, but within a minute the pain subsided to a delicate, tingly heat that seemed to flow into your veins.

When he was done, he slid your finger from his mouth, licked the remaining drops of blood from your palm, and let you go. It was fully healed; only a little, pink scar remaining in its place. The new flesh shimmered dully, reflecting under the light of the kitchen as you angled your hand in different directions. It was beautiful. He’d taken something broken, and with the smallest amount of power, restored it past perfection.

You’d never heard of this, not in the rumors or stories. Then again, something good a vampire could do wouldn’t be found written anywhere. It was unknown and would clash with the ideas had of how horrid they are to humans; how they show them no mercy.

“I won’t deny it though, Lamb. You do taste delicious.” He smirked and you felt the violent blush rising from your chest to your cheeks. Your eyes traveled from his blue ones down to his lips, now coated in your blood, and you had to resist the urge to touch them and feel their plushness.

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You huffed as you watched Chris flip through the pages of some dusty old tome with a bored expression on his face. He didn’t like this babysitting job, but according to the blond vampire, Henry had begged him to stay behind and watch over you while he went out into the night. You’d all but stomped your foot like a spoiled child when he refused to leave you unprotected despite how well you argued you could take care of yourself.

“This is ridiculous,” You mumbled.

“Yes, it is,” Chris sharply flipped a page, “But Henry seemed laughably desperate for my help.”

“Laughably desperate to make me feel incompetent.” You crossed your arms and slumped back further into the oversized armchair.

“Believe me, sweetness, it’s not about that.”

“Then what is it about?”

Chris looked up and closed the tome with a dusty slam. “Why don’t we play a little game to entertain ourselves, yea? How about we—”

“Do vampires love?”

Chris’s mouth closed fast, and his eyes narrowed at the question. “Now why would you ask something like that?” He asked, and you thought you saw, just for a half-second, a tiny quirk of his lips.

“I’m just curious.”

He hummed, unconvinced, then shoved the book away. “Love is complicated with us. It’s not…common.”

“Why?”

“It’s unusual for vampires to find more in one another than temporary companionship.”

“So, you don’t love.”

Chris chuckled at your ignorance. “We love, but rarely one another, in that way at least. Being a vampire can be a lonely life. Sex is one thing, but true connection is hard to come by.” You couldn’t ignore the twinge of sadness that made its way into his tone, but then it faded, and he said, “Now let me ask you something.”

You nodded.

“Was that blood-bag really your love?”

“At a time,” You said, “Why?”

Chris only shrugged.

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It was the fifth time Henry had returned just before dawn with a sour mood that would undoubtedly last throughout the day. Usually you slept while he was gone, after you and Chris exhausted all your resources for any potential fun, but not last night. You stayed up, waiting for him out of irritation since he refused to tell you what he was doing, but you weren’t an idiot.

He met your eyes the minute he walked through the front door. The expression on his face did not change despite the obvious tense air circulating in the room, and he crossed his arms, matching your guarded stance.

“Are you making deals for bodies,” You asked. “Is that why you’ve been going out every night?”

He snorted at the clear beginning of a long lecture and slipped the leather jacket off his broad shoulders to toss on a nearby chair. “Don’t worry yourself over it,” He said, and went to walk past you, but you sidestepped, blocking his path the way a feather might a bulldozer. He cocked his head as if amused.

“I’m going to worry if I’m to end up in a group of women for some sacrifice.”

Oh, that made him mad. Everything in him took a sharp shift. His features twisted darkly, and his fangs peeked out. “Why the hell do you think I’m trying to make deals anyway, huh?” He began. “Chris and I need more if I’m not going to give you up. But half of you humans have grown stupid, and you can’t get anything done right! I ought to just start giving the deal makers to the Lord for fucks sake!”

Your eyebrows knitted and your arms dropped to your sides at his explosion. “Why are you so mad?”

“Why am I mad?” Henry all but growled in your face, then louder, said, “Do you think it’s easy to get bodies? If it were so simple then we’d get them ourselves, but your kind don’t go out after dark anymore, so I have no choice other than to make deals! I have to get more, and soon, otherwise you will be sacrificed to the Lord, is that what you want!”

He yelled the way a lion roared, with such ferocity it rustled your hair and threatened to shove you backwards.

“No, but—”

“But nothing!” He snapped. “Let me and Chris handle this. Just keep your nose out of it!”

He moved to slip around your body, but you once again sidestepped in his path, provoking his hefty groan. You placed a firm hand on his chest to make your intentions clear. He wasn’t going anywhere.

You looked at him sternly. “If word got out that you and Chris killed Jason, it’ll be a long while before anyone will be willing to accept any deal you try to make.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Then why did you kill him?”

“He fucked up! He didn’t finish the job!”

“He might have if you hadn’t killed him.”

With a step back, Henry scoffed. “Oh, so now you wish I spared that little pest for you? It’s not like he bartered your life or anything!”

“You didn’t have to let him die.”

“Yes, I did!”

“Why!”

Henry’s face fell at your shout, and he stared at you before shaking his head, then said, “For more than one reason, Lamb. None of which are your business, so let it go.”

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The Monster’s Lair - Fangs Deep

Vampire!Henry x Belle - multi-chapter

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Disclaimer: Dark adult fairytale - mourning, angst, blood thirst (again, no idea how to tag this) 

Author’s note: I just reread @viking-raider​‘s Fangs Deep, to get some inspo for this long fic and darn is it an absolutely wonderful world she built! Such rich characters and well-set out plot. Lovin’ every word of it! Read it if you haven’t yet! 

Now. As I’ll never be able to truly build a world as rich as hers, especially not in this fic, I decided to keep it small, but invest some more words in the castle, history and surroundings in this chapter. Tiny world building ❤️

Thank you darling @thelastsock​, for beta’ing for me!  🌹

Word count: 3.657

Reading music: Arvo Pärt - My Heart’s in the Highlands 

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A week had passed and the snow had blanketed the world until it was whisper quiet. That was, until now.

Loud bells were chiming in the chilly morning air, making the Master flinch at every beat. *Ding-ding-ding-ding* The steelish echo reached far and wide over the snow-covered tree tops, all the way up to the Master’s anguished ears, his mouth silently cursing his vampiric sensitivity.

It happened on occasion that these bells would ring, but never this long, never this hauntingly. And thus the Master had climbed up the many stairs to the highest tower so he could see what was at hand. And what he saw was quite haunting indeed; a large procession of people, standing out on the semi-rebuilt village square, their faces not joyful at all.

A mourning procession. Not uncommon now winter was in full strength and the crops had failed this year. But not often were these mourning procession this well-attended. This large. Someone had died. And not just anyone. Not even for weddings would the bells toll so long a time, their lilt echoing far and wide. It had to be an important person. Someone..someone..hmm. The Master frowned as the cogs in his old mind started to spin into motion, memories flooding his tired mind.

History will repeat itself. History will repeat itself. History will repeat itself!

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‘Okay. Everyone in position!’ Lumiere conducted with his candles, the flames dancing around him as the make-shift stage was cleared, a ghostly napkin and the army of “footsoldier” wardrobes ushering aside. Belle sat up from the large reading chair when two small silhouettes appeared in the shadows cast by the large fireplace. It was difficult to decipher what they were until they hesitantly set foot on the stage, eyes blinking in the bright light. A golden hairbrush and a red leather gauntlet. Lumiere cleared his throat, introducing the two new actors on stage. ‘The Queen mother!’ - The hairbrush dipped her head. ‘And Hamlet, prince of Denmark!’ - The gauntlet turned towards Belle, whom smiled warmly. ‘Go on!’ She encouraged.

The gauntlet almost seemed to glow an even deeper shade of red as he curled a finger up to his chest, as if reaching for his heart - thanking her, before bowing to the rest of the audience. Waiting a moment for the hairbrush to also settle, the scene began, throats cleared and the room silent again.

The hairbrush dramatically swivelled ‘round, her back now turned to the audience before she slowly turned her head, bristles crisping.

‘Do not forever with thy vailèd lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust, son!’

Letting out a soft sigh - affectionate as only a mother can do, she turned to Hamlet.

‘Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die,

Passing through nature ..to eternity.’

Belle blinked, settling a little deeper in the chair to hide the sudden discomfort that graced her features. When the furniture had offered to act out this so-called ‘Hamlet’, she hadn’t expected much more than some fun diversion. Their short description of a challenged prince, ghosts and true love had sounded like a good bit of entertainment in the long hours of yet another cold day.

But here she was. Here they were, the enchanted furniture acting out a tale of great betrayal, and dead fathers.. Belle’s neckhair rose as Hamlet let out a despaired sigh - much like the one she was fighting to hold inside. Grabbing onto the arm rests she took a deep settling breath, her eyes peering at Hamlet as he burst out in an emotional monologue.

‘ “Seems,” madam? Nay, it is. I know not “seems.”

’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

NO, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

NO, nor the dejected havior of the visage,’

He inhaled sharply, as if ready to cry, head hanging low.

‘Together with all forms, moods and shapes of grief,

That can denote me truly. These indeed “seem,”

For they are actions that a man might play;’

A glove finger reached back to his leather heart as he looked back up at the Queen mother.

‘But ‘tis no play, Mother! I have that within which passes show.

Passes the trappings and the suits of woe!’

The room went quiet, except for the crackling of the fire..and a soft sniffle. Belle quickly wiped away the tears that were burning from her watery eyes, hands hiding her torn expression from the furniture’s curious eyes. For a week now she had tried to accept her faith. Accept her father’s death. Her newly found status as an outlaw. And for a week now she had tried to hide her tears.

But no more.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry.’ Belle sniffled quietly, quickly wiping away the tears as they watered her heated cheeks, an apologetic smile glueing to her lips. ‘I didn’t..’ *sniff* ‘I didn’t mean to. Oh gods.’ More tears were bound to spill when her voice hiccuped, chest tight with sorrow.

‘Sweet Belle. Oh dear! Do not apologise.’ Hamlet broke out his role to walk up to the mournful maiden. ‘We can delay if you-’ Belle shook her head, more anguished tears bursting from her being, shoulders shaking with grief. ‘I just...Wherever I go...bad things happen.’ She removed her hands, face puffy and red now she watched Hamlet shake his fingers in disagreement. ‘No! Milady!’ He hopped up on her lap with ease, slightly shocking Belle who blinked in surprise. ‘Good things are happening where you are, Belle! Do you not see?!’ He pointed in the direction of the long hallway that led to the main staircase. ‘The Master hasn’t been so lively in years, centuries! And we are most glad to have you in our company. We are!’

The rest of the furniture hummed in agreement, but Belle was inconsolable, more tears springing to the surface. ‘I’m-I’m sorry. I can’t. I--.’ She shook her head and prince Hamlet hesitantly climbed onto the armrest as he noticed she wished to leave, her body not missing a beat as she lifted from the seat. ‘I just need a moment.’ She cried, rushing out of the library and into the long cold hallways upstairs.

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A moment.

There had been a lot of moments needed in this peculiar household. Mostly by the Master. No matter how often he tried to settle down for dinner or a sociable reading session in the library - at some moment or other he felt that horrid nervousness wash over him again. At first he thought it was just hunger. Insatiable hunger. But after endless hunts it became clear it was not that. At least..he wasn’t hungry for blood. He was hungry for..hmm..dare he say it..a..a heart?

But as the Master had ventured far and wide to calm the clicking of his nervous teeth, he had too noticed something else. Something new. The wounded deer had been just the beginning. Now there were more messy kills - most animals only half-dead when he got to them. There sure must be a young predator on the loose. Peculiarly strong, fine clawed..and leaving little to no tracks. The Master couldn’t help but feel the cold chill on his skin whenever he returned to the castle; something was brooding in these forests. And it forbade little good.

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In the past week or so, her foot now healed, Belle had wandered around a bit. But it was only now that she realised how truly large the building was. Even after minutes of walking, she seemed to not have reached the furthest wing, the cold licking at her bare skin as she sniffled back the last of her tears. Throughout the length of the hallway walls there were large tapestries and portraits, telling great tales of the families that once lived here. Stately portraits, hunting scenes and depictions of the build of the castle. With amazement Belle took them all in, large brown eyes also noticing that a few paintings were missing, the lighter shade on the wall leaving a lasting mark of what had once been.

History laced the dusty air here, and it took away what last tears still stuck to her eyelashes. Curiosity, as usual, got the better of Belle. Especially now she heard some sounds coming from the end of the stately hallway.

Was someone there?

With silent feet she moved closer, finding a door ajar, light slipping through the crack. Inside she noticed signs of life; clothes strewn about, a bed unmade. It piqued her curiosity even more when she recognised the clothes. The Master’s.

*CREEEEEEeeekk* The door moved.

OH merde! Shit shit shit!

The Master had apparently heard her - of course he had - his head now peeking around the corner of the door. Clearly he was a little baffled to see her here, so far away from the library or her room.

‘Belle.’

‘M-milord.’ Belle quickly curtsied, red eyes casting down at the floor.

‘Are you well?’ The door was opened further, his hand reaching out to thumb away a stray tear on her cheek.

A most endearing gesture.  

Belle opened her lips to speak, but as soon as her eyes looked back up into his she lost all strings of thought. ‘I eh..’ Looking away her gaze once again fell upon the clothes that were strewn about. Quite messy a living space for someone seemingly well-put together. Never had she seen the Master in anything less but gentlemanly attire. Even now, in the privacy of his room.

‘I should go.’ She breathed, turning on her heel but finding her movement halted as his hand curled around her upper arm. ‘No please. I just didn’t expect..’ He licked his lips. ‘..a visitor. Please Belle.’ He gestured her to step inside, floorboards creaking beneath their feet. The room was cold in temperature, but warm in atmosphere. Heavy deep red drapes hung around the four poster bed and the walls were completely covered with paintings; a few portraits, but mostly landscapes or mythical depictions. And books, so many books! Stacked up nearly to hip height, their covers were showing clear signs of the many times they had been read, old leather cracked and pages curled.

‘Do come in.’ The Master slightly bent his head, stepping back to make way for Belle.

‘So..’ Belle nodded quietly, a watery smile appearing on her lips. ‘The Monster’s lair.’

‘Aye.’ He grinned.

The tension was near tangible as Belle carefully stepped over a few books, eyes taking in the great many things that were here to be seen. It was then she noticed a strangely familiar portrait. Familiar not in the straight sense of the word. In fact she trusted she had never seen it before. No. It looked familiar as in..it looked like her. With widening eyes Belle blinked at the exact representation of..her. Belle.

‘Did you paint that?’ Belle hiccupped.

The Master sighed and stepped in besides her, fingers lacing behind his back. ‘No.’

Belle felt a strange eeriness travel up her shivering spine. ‘No? Then..who..’ She swallowed harshly. ‘..what is that?’

The Master’s face contorted with pain as he turned away, eyes however remaining locked on the painting. ‘Tis my late wife.’

Of..course it was. Darn! How did Belle always get herself into such trouble?!

Belle wasn’t sure what to do next. Run? Scream? Cry out in terror? She knew that nobody would come. Nobody would care. She was here, all alone in the Monster’s Lair. And, from the looks of it...this wasn’t the end of the surprises that she’d find in these castle halls. His wife had looked like her? What’s next..? Did he think she WAS his wife, maybe? Is that why he was so strangely obsessed with her?

Then again. She was just as obsessed with him, right? For nights on end she had now watched as he fled the castle to go out, his dark silhouette returning only hours later, panting, lips tainted with fresh blood. The sight had both terrified and intrigued her. The Master intrigued her. To an almost unhealthy extent. Was she becoming a monster now, too?

‘I see.’ She whispered, eyes finding the Master’s stark blue ones as he looked over his shoulder. She could feel heat creep up her cheeks. Oh, why did she feel this way?!

‘I should have told you.’ He sighed, looking back at the painting, the portrayed woman wearing a fine red gown, dark brown hair mostly hidden beneath an early century headdress. Nothing Belle would ever wear, but she had to admit the woman looked dreamily beautiful.

And like her.

Belle licked her nervous lips, her chest suddenly unbearably tight in the restraints of her corset. ‘Is ..is that why I’m here? I mean. Nobody has been here for centuries and now-now I’m..I…’ Her eyes started to tear up with fright. But not for him. No. It was in fact more of a quiet hatred towards herself. SHE was the one who ventured into HIS domains. SHE had called this upon herself.

‘Tis part of the curse.’ The Master said benevolently.

‘So..then I am cursed as well.’ Belle sniffled, gladly accepting the kerchief the Master handed to her, his large frame now fully turning back towards her, eyes gentle. ‘In a way.’

Lingering their eyes met, two souls captured in a dance they didn’t know. But though the steps were unknown, their hearts were more than willing to learn. Why were they feeling this way? They had barely talked to one another except on the few occasions that the Master had ventured into the library or Belle’s room. And despite Belle’s best efforts, he would flee every single time. As if he was afraid of her. Hurt by her presence.

Was it because she looked like…?

Belle took a shaky breath, eyes studying every little detail of the portrait as it looked back at her. Calm. Serene. Though also slightly melancholic. ‘Was she cursed as well?’

‘No.’

‘No?’ Belle huffed. ‘Then why does she look exactly..like me?’

The Master grimaced, his hand gesturing towards a divan. ‘I think you may wish to sit down. A-are you cold? Shall I..’ He bit his lip as he noticed the true mess he had made of his room; clothes strewn everywhere. What an impression he was giving her! His father would have scolded… No. Do not think so. Father is dead. And it’s time to own up to your responsibilities!

With large steps he strode to his wardrobe, its door magically flying open as he clicked his tongue. ‘A..robe, perhaps?’ He looked back at Belle as she sat down on the worn bench, fabric matching the heavy velvet drapes. ‘Eh..ye-yes please. Thank you.’

And so, now warmly wrapped in a heavy robe of luxurious brocades - worthy a land owner of great riches -, Belle learned the history of not only the Master’s wife, but also hers. The Master spoke of the start of the curse, which probably came with the death of his wife. Or, perhaps it had been the Fay witch Morgana, he couldn’t be sure. But either way; the tale was greater than any book Belle had ever read.

Fairy witches, rich lords, poor women, curses and deceit. Forbidden love or no love at all - claimed either way. With surprising richness in his words, the Master spoke, his countenance relaxed as he retrieved details of times long past. He was a good storyteller. Quite surprisingly so, especially after the long nights where he had barely spoken a word. Belle’s eyes did not once venture away from the man as he paced up and down the room, enacting the moments as they had happened.

He was truly in his element.

With gestures at a few of the portraits, he spoke of the curious way the women in her family would always have girls. Procreating yet another generation of young women to carry the curse on and on. And on..and on. From the Master’s sister in law begetting twins, to her mother...giving birth to her. And strange as it was, all women in her family somehow carried the same traits. Dark-haired and bright, they captured the hearts of a Le Comte more than a few times. And quite a few times they had refused a Le Comte’s advances. And even more than a few times a Le Comte took what he wanted anyways, thereby carrying on the curse - him turning into a vampire and the woman not dying long after.

‘But I have no sister. Or nieces..I think.’ Belle added thoughtfully when the Master got to the tale of the here and now.

‘That we don’t know, Belle. A few women have sent off their daughters, in hope to break away from this curse. Not all successfully, I’m afraid. But still. I fear it does not end here.’

‘But you do want it to end?’

‘I am the one who started it, Belle. I am not one to want anything more than for this to stop. I have caused..’ He looked back at his late wife’s portrait. ‘..great agony. I carry the blame.’

‘No..no..do not say so milord. Is it not that a great many men after you have chosen the exact same faith?’ The Master looked back, eyes thoughtful as Belle stood from the bench. ‘They have. But perhaps..that is the curse too. Poisoning their minds.’

‘Where are those that turned to vampires like you?’

Good question.

‘Dead. For as far as I know, they are all dead. They were too eager, too contemptful. You see, Belle, we can be killed like any man. Especially when the daylight is strong and our strengths wane.’

‘Have they ever tried to kill you?’

The Master lowered his head, a melancholic smile brushing over his lips. It was a silent “yes” to a question he knew she’d ask at some point or other. ‘Did they hurt you?’

‘Belle.’ The Master brushed a hand up over her sleeved arm, eyes meeting hers. He didn’t wish to speak any further on the matter, that much was clear. Belle licked her lips. And the Master brushed his hand further down her arm, capturing her hand before pressing a fanged kiss on her soft skin. Even through his lips she could feel his vampiric canines.

Oh he sure was fascinating as ever.

‘What happens if you bite?’ He stretched back up to full height. ‘Hmm..Either I’d kill you, or..’ He frowned, ‘..you’d become like me. I think.’

‘Unless I love you first.’ Belle said with certainty in her gentle voice, slightly unsettling the Master before her, his hand clenching her fingers more tightly. And Belle? She squeezed back.

‘That is why you were cursed, right?’ The Master remained quiet. ‘For love.’ Belle quirked her head to the side, searching his gaze. He seemed pained, unsure. Scared even.

‘Would you love me?’ He asked, his voice far less honey-rich now uncertainty cracked through its vibration. The Master suddenly seemed so small, fragile, agonized. But Belle didn’t know about the turmoil in his head; first he had forced her to stay here, then her father died, it..no..it could never be. He was still evil! He.. He should have never asked -

‘I could.’

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How could two words change things? It was a question that kept the Master up through the late nights and long days. Knowing now that he craved not food, but something else. Love? Maybe. Either way, he remained within the castle walls. And with even more fervour he tried to get into the good graces of Belle. A daily routine was set where the Master would join Belle for tea, luncheon, supper and on occasion a moment of dialogue or other diversions in the library. With his stocks well-filled he made sure she would only receive the best. The most fragrant tea, the most succulent meats and the most well-spiced vegetables and stews.

Only the best.

But not for himself. As the sleepless days prolonged, so did his face, his already pale skin becoming near opaque, blue veins thin beneath his skin. Belle had tried to not worry as she knew little of his condition, but as the days progressed, she knew something was amiss. Was he starving himself?

‘You must eat.’ She finally said, her resolute voice travelling over the dinner table where the Master sat with no meal or wine before him. He huffed and waved it off, but Belle persevered, not accepting his grumbling “don’t be silly”. And, thankfully, the Master held a soft spot for the maiden, her voice of reason soon echoing in his skull until he couldn’t help but agree.

He needed to feed again.

As dinner finished and Belle’s plates and cups hopped off the table with elegant leaps - quite magical indeed -, she noticed the shimmer in the Master’s eyes.

He was going to flee again. She knew him by now.

And just as expected, he got up quickly, feet moving towards the door, though not making it far. Belle had grasped onto his arm, fingers locking around his fleshy forearm as he tried to tug himself free.

‘No.’

‘Have you not told me that I required nourishment?’ A beautiful frown crossed his dark eyebrows.  

‘I did.’ Belle licked her lips, still glistening from her delicious meal. ‘Take me with you... I want to see.’

The Master gruntled a low disapproval; had the maiden gone mad?! But Belle was headstrong, and her curiosity always won. And so, after a few long moments of Belle holding onto his wrist and the Master gazing coldly back at her, he caved. He was too easy on her, wasn’t he? And in this quick turn of events, he forgot for just a moment what challenges this little adventure would bring.

And what deliciously hard challenges they would be.

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Chap 11 >

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Mining for Unobtanium  ch 25

Twenty five. My God. What IS wrong with me?  Well that list is long and notorious... But bless your hearts all of you who have come on this journey with me. They’re ficlets these chapters, and I SWEAR this weekend we will  do the master list thing. It’s been a tad nuts.

And so, this is where the tables turn. [ which in and of itself is a strange expression] 18 and over please, adult themes. Sex n stuff, BDSM, all that rot. So, if that sort of thing offends you leave, now.

Unbeta’d we die like Yugos.

And so, whatever; it became. Comfortable, and familiar, but in the back of my mind I could hear the ticking. We played with restraints. Much more an intellectual exercise as I'm certain he could have torn them asunder, had he really desired to do so. He looked so beautiful bound, spread eagle on the king size bed, or in the  frame we rigged with eye bolts. That didn't look like furniture at all and wasn't something easily camouflaged but those flowered curtains looked better on that when Henry wasn't tied to it. He was impatient with warm ups and sometimes took to teasing me. " You hit like a girl, you know... " "Oh, I'm sorry, Madame, was there some dust on my trapezius muscles or my deltoids you felt needed to be addressed with a particularly light touch?" " I've been hit harder by branches while I was running you know. .. " And I'd smile and continue, because a ) I don't respond to bratty bottoms and more to the point, it's my scene. I'd laugh and make some smart remark in return just to hear him laugh and then come up against him and see how much of my skin I could press against his warm reddened flesh. Stepping back, I would run my nails down his flanks and up those massive thighs and then continue flogging his gigantic back and shoulders, bringing the blood to the surface, making him sensitive and the skin hot and red. I'd switch implements then, and change to a different area of that delicious anatomy, and flick his ass with a riding crop. Unexpected, it would sting and make him hiss and jump.  " Were you saying something about dust, my dearest? " Checking back in with skin to skin contact, I again pressed myself up against him and reached around to fondle his girth. Using his pre cum as lube I got my hand around The Kraken™ and stroked him lightly feeling him grow under my touch. I loved the throaty noises he made, and I could go on like this for hours. I used a heavier flogger, more 'thuddy' which Henry said felt like a massage, "kind of, but not exactly" and thinner canes on the sit spots where his ass met his thighs. Canes are tricky. That's deep tissue bruising, hard to see the immediate effects of one's work, and while I wanted him to think of me whenever he sat for the next day, I did not want to over reach. Besides, that might be something he would need. You know, in the future. I was making mental lists. Edging, orgasm denial, spanking, caning.... I took his arms down , still bound and pushed him into a chair. He made a face as his ass made contact with the seat. SCORE!    That was going to be a delightful reminder. I kissed him and nuzzled his neck telling him he was tremendous and how wonderful he was. I secured his arms behind the chair and walked back to face him and I smiled. " When you smile like that, I'm never quite certain what to think... " " That's easy. Don't. " And I knelt down and began an oral onslaught that rendered him speechless. There were other benefits, besides the mind blowing sex. And there was a lot of it. Good gracious, it was like he just could not get enough; not that I was complaining, but co enzyme Q10 and glucosamine helped. I was in better shape than I had been in decades. I worked out, besides the sex, and I actually ate right. It's very difficult to continue to have horrid eating habits when you're living with someone who is that health and physique conscious. I could move more with less pain and I was carrying less on my frame. Bonus! I was starting to hate chicken, but Henry was loving half dressed sex. It's a kink of mine, if you will. I don't think there's a hanky color for it, but it can best be described as so wound up for one another that you don't care to fully disrobe. Skirt hiked up, panties pushed aside or torn off, trousers undone and slightly out of the way, tits half out of your bra, tie askew... Bonus for an untied bow tie and a tuxedo in disarray.  There is something about feeling his cock and the fabric from his trousers between my thighs and knowing that my wetness and our combined cum will be evident on those clothes...enough shirt buttons unfastened to be able to touch that chest,  half dressed sex. Makes me weak. Every time. Turns out, I'm not the only one who liked it, and I wasn't the only one with an exhibitionist streak.

We went for motorcycle rides, picnics with Kal, I went to the pub with him. Oooh THAT  was a conversation, that was, just getting him to go.. I had to talk him into going. I knew he wanted to go. I hadn't seen him drink since I came to stay. " You know, it's perfectly all right. I don't mind one bit. And I'm not saying it as some king of a girl trap, where I say one thing, and then later we have a fake or genuine fight for you doing the thing I said to do. "  That got me the single raised eyebrow look. " Oh, don't. You know exactly to what I am referring. " " But, the taste of alcohol.. " "Sugar, have you tasted cigarettes when we've kissed?" " No, I haven't " " Did you think I magically quit? " "I suppose not, no" "And so then, I would imagine you would be just as considerate." He dithered about it for a bit. I told him not to drive if he got plastered, and to have fun. I kissed him and smacked his ass. " Don't look so guilty and forlorn, Cavill. I'm a big girl. I'll be fine. " Hours later, a bit tipsy he returned, a little worse for the wear and was sweet and affectionate and telling me how much he missed me. His kisses were sloppier, and tasted like Guinness. I have no idea how I got him to bed. I let Kal wake him up the next morning. In our little magic bubble, everything was lovely. Now I wanted to see what sort of a Dominant he was. Out for a walk with Kal we were discussing the previous night's play, and he talked about how he struggled with not being in control and how he could overpower me, but didn’t. I asked him if the situations were reversed, and knowing that I could not overpower him would that make a difference?  He looked taken aback, like I had slapped his face. "Henry, you know, you like it rough. Loving, but rough. And that's built on trust. I or she or whomever would KNOW that it would remain within those limits, whatever those limits were between you. Even if they're very far out there, still, there are boundaries. Ok, Daddy. You be in charge. I'll try very hard to be your good girl" My tone changed. My stance changed. My demeanor and my body language changed, and damned if he didn't just rise right up to fill that power vacuum. It was almost like he got bigger. His eyes got bright and pupils huge, and he smiled, showing fangs. "Daddy?" " Would you prefer to be called by a different honorific, Sir?”

He looked at me , deep in thought.

“I meant no offense.Now that you mention it, there are other options. My Lord? Does that suit? Would you prefer Master? Shall this girl speak of herself in the third person? Would her owner find that pleasing? " " Oh you do present with a whole host of possibilities, don't you? " I smiled. "And I'm your Daddy until.....?" I thought about that quickly. " Forty eight hours. Starting now. " And I ran for the house, Kal on my heels.

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