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sunshinebingo · 11 months ago

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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 11 - Alternate Universe

Synopsis: Feeling restless, Gwyn watches the rain from inside the library at Rosehall. When she is unexpectedly joined by Azriel, she realises that perhaps her dear friend could be the one to answer the question that has been plaguing her mind and keeping her from sleep.

A Gwynriel Regency AU inspired by the Bridgerton series.

Word Count: 4k

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On the summer of 1813, sitting in the large library of Rosehall manor with her head pressed against the window while it rained cats and dogs outside, Gwyneth Berdara pondered. There was nothing unusual in the fact that she was partaking in the act itself. What was odd, however, was the subject that seemed to have taken her mind hostage to the point where she felt so restless that she had to leave the comfortable bed of the guest room that she had been assigned for the duration of her stay. She didn’t know why she was thinking about this so much but she knew that it was the novel she had been reading for the past day that had triggered the thoughts that had gotten her out of bed in the middle of the night, when the air inside the manor was so still that even the place seemed deep in sleep.

She opened the window just enough to let some air in. The flame of the candle that sat on the cherry wood table behind moved more wildly but did not snuff out. Gwyn closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as the cool breeze caressed her heated cheeks and blew her unbound hair away from her face. For a moment, the smell of rain and trees brought her 18 years back, to her childhood bedroom painted in soft blues and white – similar colours to her current room in London – where she had often sat by the window just like tonight to read or to simply stare at the beauty that was Ireland in Spring, or any season really. 18 years and she still missed the air of the country enough to revel in it every chance she got. Rosehall reminded her of how much she loved the greens and the outside; walking bare feet in the grass, swimming in a lake or a river somewhere no one could see, the freedom, the quiet and peace.

Gwyn had been 10 years old when her family had left Ireland to settle in England after her father’s death from an illness a few months prior. It had been at her brother’s request that the Lady Berdara, formerly Miss Vanserra, and her two daughters had moved to London where the rest of her family still resided. Gwyn had been in awe of London even before their carriage had stopped before the grand house that had already been prepared for them. The streets had been busy with the comings and goings of everyone who had already left their country estate to come to the city for the marriage season. Everything was so different.

While her twin, Catrin, had run straight to her new bedroom, Gwyn had sneaked out that day past the trunks and boxes filled with their belongings that were being moved into their new house to explore the outside. The green of the grass had reminded her of the hills that she saw every day from their manor back home. She knew that the garden, no matter how pretty it was, would not replace the view she had there. It was too confined with its tall hedges and limited space to run around. There were not enough big trees that she could climb and sit in to read quietly.

However, one thing had made the garden and life in London much better than Gwyn could have imagined. It had started with the – rather loud – whispered voices she had heard and who were wondering who she was. She had soon found out, after peering her head through the hole in the hedge through which they had been trying to see her, that the voices belonged to her neighbours, Nesta Archeron and Emerie Windhaven and that the latter’s house was right in the middle of hers and Nesta’s. Their friendship had started when Emerie had pointed out that she didn’t understand half of the words that Gwyn had said when she introduced herself and had wondered why they were being so nosy. Gwyn had laughed which had then sent the three girls into a fit of giggles. Although she had lost the thick Irish accent she had when she left her home country, it was still evident today to anyone with ears that she was not born in England – if the fact that she had coppery-reddish hair was not clue enough that is.

Till this day, there were still barely concealed holes in the hedges surrounding the girls’ houses that they had used to visit each other. Although Gwyn and Em didn’t use Nesta’s one since the day she had eloped to marry Cassian, the man she had hated and loved so fiercely. She had a feeling that the one between hers and Emerie’s house would not be in use for much longer either. Gwyn knew that Emerie was close to saying hang society and run away from her home too. That house wasn’t her friend’s home anyway. Emerie’s home was wherever Morrigan was, regardless of what their families had to say. And currently, it was at Rosehall Manor where it’s Lord, the Earl himself, had invited his brothers and closest friends to spend the summer with him.

“What are you doing?”

As though the mere thought of him was enough to summon him, Gwyn’s musings were interrupted by his warm and rich voice. He sounded like he had just come out of bed. By the look of it when she turned her head to the left, she assumed that he probably did. Azriel stood barefoot at the door, his hair looking as though he had fought with a harsh wind. He wore what seemed to be his sleeping pants and a white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. She knew it wasn’t proper to stare, but she couldn’t bring her eyes to look away when the single candle in the room was illuminating his tanned skin in that subtle way and making his hazel eyes glow in such a beautiful way.

Azriel followed the direction of her gaze and looked down. Gwyn blushed, looking away and closing her mouth that she hadn’t known was open like a dead fish, when she realised that he had noticed where her eyes had been lingering. He huffed a small laugh before bringing his hands to his chest to button his shirt up.

Azriel cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your quiet time, Miss Berdara.”

Gwyn brought her feet down from the ledge of the window and adjusted her nightdress. There was nothing exceedingly scandalous about the long white dress she wore, but had she known that she would have stumbled upon other people at this time of the night, she would have bothered to put on a robe regardless.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Can it really be called intruding when it’s your own home? And please, you can drop the formalities. We are far away from eyes that can be scandalised simply from a tap on the shoulder.”

Everyone who was currently residing at the manor called each other by their first name, including Azriel’s mother who was used to the close bond that they all had with each other. It was not the case however when they were in company of other people where they were expected to use titles for the sake of decorum. It would be particularly scandalous for Gwyn and Azriel to use their first names with each other in public when they were neither married nor courting. Even the extent of their friendship could be deemed inappropriate.

Azriel laughed as he walked and sat next to her on the window ledge, adjusting himself until one of his legs was crossed on the other and his back rested against the wall. Gwyn turned to her side so she could face him. His mother would probably frown at him for sitting so close to an unmarried woman but they had sat much closer before. Close enough for him to rest his head on her shoulder as they read together, or close enough for her to whisper a joke to him at the expense of their friends.

Gwyn had met Azriel – Lord Azriel Singer or simply Lord Singer when among polite society – two years ago, at the time when his chosen brother, Rhysand Night, the famous Duke of Velaris, had started courting Nesta’s youngest sister, Feyre. Courting might not be the correct term but only their close circle knew of the circumstances that had led the pair to fake a courtship which had eventually turned into a true love match. It was at that time that Nesta had met her ‘nemesis turned love of her life’. One could say that Gwyn and Azriel’s first meeting was quite…surprising. Especially since it had left Gwyn in shock and Azriel with a bloodied hand after he had punched, repeatedly, a man who had tried to take liberties with her in a discreet corner of one of the endless parties that she had to attend during the season. Gwyn had left that evening with the hope of having made a new friend in Azriel and a new feeling that friends and her blood relations were the only thing that the future held for her.

Gwyn’s mother had been hopeful that living among the ton would be an opportunity for her twin daughters to make good matches when the time would come for them to marry. But Gwyn had been out in society since she was 18 years old and ten years had not brought anyone who could convince her to settle down. Gwyn’s twin had been lucky to find her happiness at the end of their very first season out. Catrin now lived several hours away from London with her husband and their son. Catrin had been trying to expand her family, especially since learning that their cousin, Lucien, and his wife Elain, the second Archeron daughter out of three, were expecting their second child. Gwyn smiled at the thought of the lovebirds who were even more in love with each other 5 years into their marriage as they had been on the very first day they had met.

It was not so much that Gwyn had been picky with her suitors. She might have been a little. But she mostly felt like she hadn’t been lucky. Ever since she could walk and talk, Gwyn had been taught what a lady should expect to be, which mostly summed up to being married and making babies. And ever since she could read, she had learned that there was so much more to it. There was more to marriage than acquiring wealth and making arrangements between families; there were feelings that some people were convinced weren’t needed for a marriage to work and other things said between pages of books that proper ladies weren’t allowed to read. It all seemed like a fantasy but deep down she wanted it to be real.

She had decided soon in life that she did not want to be someone’s doll. She did not want someone who would treat her like she was simply here to plan tea parties and make babies just for the sake of the ton’s eyes. Her mother had warned her many times that she would end up a spinster if she continued that way. “Better a content spinster than being not worth more than a horse in the eyes of an indifferent husband,” she always thought but did not always say. She knew her mother meant well. But she hoped for more. She knew it wasn’t impossible. She saw it in her sister’s marriage and that of her friends. It was not like she would go out of her ways to find what they had all found. She was very content the way she was. But knowing that love existed, she knew that she could not settle for less.

“You couldn’t sleep?”

Gwyn shook her head at his question.

“Is your room not comfortable enough?”

“No. I mean yes, its very comfortable,” she tried to explain before he proposed to give her another room. God knew that there were enough rooms in his manor to welcome the entire ton.

“I was just thinking about something.”

Azriel bumped his leg against her knee. “What something?”

Gwyn thought of the novel that she had left on the bed upstairs and the words she had read in it.

“I don’t want to tell you,” she replied with a shrug.

He raised an eyebrow at her. The candle on the table was the single source of light in the library but Gwyn didn’t need any light to discern the silent words spoken by his eyes.

“I am not certain that you are the best person to talk about such things with.”

Azriel placed a hand on his heart as though she had physically wound him. “Well, you didn’t have to hurt my feelings.”

She crossed her arms and stared at him. “It is not your feelings that are hurt but your ego.”

Azriel shook his head and laughed again. Gwyn stared and stared at him. The passages she had read in that book bounced around her head, putting forth images that her mother would faint to see and desires that some men would flock before her house to hear about. It was far from the first book that Gwyn had read that made her think such things. She suddenly felt like she wanted to tell him what was on her mind. Not the images. That would be going too far. But she wanted to talk about it. And he was the first person available.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice was barely above the sound of the heavy rain pouring outside.

Azriel’s smile softened as he looked at her. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“How does one know, in the moment, if they are good at sex?”

By the way Azriel went still, Gwyn thought that perhaps she could tell him anything but this. She felt the intensity of his gaze on her until he finally seemed to remember that her question had remained unanswered.

“Have you...” he trailed off.

Gwyn furrowed her brows for a moment until his implication clicked in her head.

“Sorry...”

“No,” she exclaimed at the same time as him.

“I mean, it’s none of my business. Unless someone...Oh god, Gwyn.” He moved forward and took her hands in his. “Did someone manipulated you into doing something?”

“No. Azriel no.” Her confirmation seemed to loosen a tension in him. “I was just wondering,” she admitted.

“Why?”

Gwyn could have laughed at him and retorted that it was inappropriate of him to ask why but then she would have to laugh at herself for asking the question that had led him to wonder the why. So, she shrugged flippantly instead.

“I just want to know. Such information could help me someday.”

Azriel squeezed her hands. She knew that they were tempting scandal by ignoring propriety and even more with this conversation. But there wasn’t anyone here to witness any of this. Also, propriety had always been quite overlooked among their group of friends. Except when they were in public, when surrounded by their friends only, the couples never tried to hide their affection or conceal their...urges. Gwyn liked the way they openly showed their love. It was like their love was so grand that they couldn’t keep it all in. Though some things were best kept in. Gwyn’s ears and eyes had been assaulted more times that she could count in the week since she had been here.

“How much do you know about sex, Gwyneth?”

Gwyn sat straighter but didn’t let go of his hands. She held his gaze, emboldened by the fact that he did not treat her like an innocent little thing. They were close friends after all, she reminded herself. They had seen each other’s tears and had accidentally fallen asleep on the same couch.

“I might not have much experience but I do have extensive theoretical knowledge on the subject. Enough that I do not require the little talk that all ladies get prior to their wedding night.”

Azriel raised a brow. Gwyn was tempted to stare and stare at him again.

“Although, I have little enough knowledge in the practice of it that I had hoped to indulge in learning everything that my husband would be willing to teach me.”

The light from the candle flickered in his eyes, making the hazel shine as if from a fire within. Gwyn wondered what good she had done to have been blessed by the presence of such a magnificent man.

“I have read this book that has made me think about it. And I wonder whether it’s too much to ask of a partner to wish to learn from me.”

Gwyn thought back to the book again and how the protagonist, a woman with years of experience in the art of sex, had been praised by her partner for everything she had done to him and how, in several passages, she had gone on saying how grateful she was for her own experience before him.

“I was hoping that my partner would also find some things to learn from me. It sounds silly to say this with my lack of experience. But I was truly hoping to find someone who wants me, and is not just settling for the first random person just to have a wife. As such, I was hoping that they would find the experience with me to be...” She pursed her lips while searching for the right word, “...not akin to lying with every other woman.”

Gwyn had never tried to seek pleasure from anyone but herself. Her decision to wait for love extended beyond marriage. But now she wondered whether she should do what she usually did with every task she set her mind to and practice until she became perfect at it.

“But now I’m wondering,” she continued, “What if I have waited all this time and I’m just...not enough.”

The gentle caress of Azriel’s thumbs over the back of her hand send shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with the breeze coming in.

“If I may be bold enough to tell you something, I –”

“You may,” she interrupted, earning a smirk from Azriel that made her heart flip.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to be bad at it.”

At the sceptical look on her face, Azriel continued, every single one of his words meant to reassure her.

“I can’t force you to believe me. But I can assure you that sex isn’t a game of who knows more of what. It’s about being together and enjoying each other.”

A strong wind blew, some of it made it through the slightly opened window. It sent a strand of Gwyn’s hair floating in front of her eyes. Azriel’s hand was faster in reaching it. He twirled it around his finger a few times before tucking it behind her ear. Gwyn held her breath for the whole time his fingers drifted from her ear, down her jaw, before he cupped her cheek.

“Trust me Gwyn. Whatever you do will be more than enough. Because it’s you. Because you’re perfect.”

She sighed. She knew she was blushing even before she noticed his eyes travelling across her nose and cheeks, his thumb soon doing the same. He had done this on the day he had told her that he enjoyed making her blush as much as he liked making her smile.

“In that book I read,” Gwyn leaned forward and brought her face closer to his. “It said that the act of sex is different from the act of love. The author added that only those who are lucky enough to make love at least once in their life will understand the vast difference between simply chasing release and giving yourself body and soul to your partner.”

She looked at him, at his lips then at that fire in his eyes that lit up her whole being.

“I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with only chasing release. But the way she describes the latter makes one want to pray harder to find the perfect partner.”

Gwyn had an idea why Azriel was still unmarried at the age of 32. He had confessed to her of the bitter feeling that his parents’ marriage had left in him. In this moment, sitting in the library of Rosehall while it rained, the only witnesses being the silent books and the single candle in the room, Azriel held onto Gwyn’s hand for dear life and looked at her like she had dreamt for some time that he would.

“How would you describe the perfect partner?” he asked.

A single word was on the tip of her tongue. But she swallowed it and forced others to come forth. Words that she had told herself like a list before, repeating them in her head every time she refused a suitor and every time her mother reminded her that she was close to becoming a spinster. But it was only now that she felt the depths of her own words. Suddenly they weren’t just a series of requirements that she was saying out loud. They were words spoken from the heart. A plea, almost a summon.

“Someone you care for. Not someone that you choose because it is required of you. But someone that you want so much that your heart needs them. Someone who, even if you see their flaws and don’t like them every minute of every day – God knows some people are not always tolerable,” she muttered the last sentence with a pointed look at him and waited for his inevitable chuckle before she continued, “- you still love them. To me, the perfect partner is a friend. One that you want to give yourself to body and soul.”

His thumb moved to her lips where he traced them from one corner to the other. “Can I tell you a secret, Gwyneth?”

Gwyn nodded when she found herself unable to form words. He smiled, eyes fixed on her lips as though they were pulling him in.

“I have a friend like the kind you speak of. That single friend who I love so dearly that I wish she would have me body and soul.”

She didn’t know her free hand had moved but when she felt a beating heart beneath her palm, she suddenly realised that her hand was now on his chest. The other one would be shaking if he wasn’t holding it so firmly.

“I have that one friend too,” she admitted, her face inching closer and closer to his.

Another strong wind whooshed, opening the window widely and snuffing out the candle at the same time lightning illuminated the whole room. A loud thunder followed right behind. But Gwyn neither saw nor heard any of it. The only thing left to her was Azriel’s hands holding her and his lips as he kissed her.

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imnotjaesblog · 2 years ago

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I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire

Starring: Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Genre- Vampires, Supernatural, Poly Relationships, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff, Jealously, and Strangers to Lovers.

Warning: Y/n’s age is not said but implied she is a little older, Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun however are older than her. Also, there is mention of stalking but Y/n is not harmed or taken advantage of. An Animal Death scene will take place. Smut will take place in Part Two of this mini-series.

P.S. I will not have an eighteen-year-old date a 100-year-old man no matter how good-looking he is.

Loosely based on Favorite (Vampire)- Nct 127

This is a work of fiction.

12k Words

Enjoy:)

They watched you through their window like they had for the past couple of nights. They watched every night as you fixed your hair in front of your vanity readying for bed. You living in what you assumed was a safe neighborhood did not shy away from leaving the curtains apart, and your window ajar allowing a gentle breeze to flow in.

The men across the street used this to justify their actions. Watching as you applied creams to your face and body. Drooling at the sight of you slightly picking up your purple nightgown exposing your legs to the darkness. The moon is the only source of light they used to see your freshly clean warm skin. You applied the cream to your soft skin massaging it into your calf. Your dim lights created a warm hue on your skin. They could smell the sweet smells of your lotions through your window to theirs.

They'd do anything to be the one there massaging you instead. Making sure you were taken care of and had the best creams and lotions money could buy for your skin. They knew you tasted as good as you smelled. So sweet under their noses so much so their hearts burned at the feeling of you finishing your bedtime routine in your bathroom. When you returned your lips were covered in lip blam smelling of strawberries, the younger man's favorite fruit when he was once mortal. Now he can no longer taste the sweet, delicious fruit. Instead, he had to live his fantasies by smelling the scent of your lips.

They could smell your cat as well. The black feline that lay at the end of your bed.

The pair could unfortunately also smell your boyfriend. They sneered when he walked through the door every night still wearing his disgusting, old, and wrinkly work clothes. Top salesman at his job yet he couldn't afford better work pants or shirts. Their noses burned as well as their eyes at his scent. His smell was a mixture of sweat and a lady's perfume, they knew immediately was not yours, you'd never wear something so cheap.

They absolutely despised your boyfriend. They wanted nothing more than to steal him and cut his throat, drain him of his blood. But they didn’t, they knew you’d never love them if they took him. So they waited for you patiently, watching you through your window. You didn't bother greeting your boyfriend, he usually never responded, and when he did it was with a hum or a huh. He disappeared into the bathroom where he'd be in there for hours doing who knows what. Over the last few months, you had gone to bed alone. The pairs of eyes that lay on you through your window were another story.

Every time you felt like you were being watched you'd look towards your window and see nothing but trees and an empty road. Sometimes you might even see an Owl sitting on a branch. You had believed your mind was playing tricks on you. The cool wind and the hairs that rose on the back of your neck when you hesitantly looked towards your bedroom window. Or the cold sweats you'd get in the middle of the night from the oddest dreams. You assumed it was just the night taking advantage of your dreams as it did to everyone else.

Only this time tonight when you looked out your window passed the trees and straight to the window across from yours. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall, you saw the shadows looking towards your direction.

Maybe your dreams were true, you thought feeling your body heat start to fade. Pairs of eyes on you glow in the darkness like animals stalking their prey. Were you safe under your covers from these monsters? you questioned. They didn’t turn away or keep their stares hidden. Instead, they continued to watch. The darkness that fell upon you didn’t allow you to see their faces. The moon only presents them with the sight of you. You shuddered, watching as one pair of eyes came closer staring deep into your soul. The flush of the toilet caught your attention. Your boyfriend emerged from the bathroom. You quickly closed the curtains turning back to your bed. Your boyfriend raised a brow but decided he was too tired to ask what your deal was. He grabbed his charger and walked out of your bedroom heading towards the living room where he stayed most nights. You were used to his distance not fazed by the fact you were alone while your boyfriend slept on a couch. You fell asleep pulling the blanket up to your face and covering your body.

The men still watched feeling proud of themselves for finally gathering your attention.

"Maybe she will dream of us tonight," one said closing the dark curtains to his bedroom. His mind and body relaxed to the sounds of your faint breath as you fell to sleep.

The morning arrived as quickly as the night with your boyfriend already off to work. You as well working from home in your own office just downstairs. Gathering everything you needed you made your way to your home office writing down ideas for a book. You had always been a talented writer, every teacher you've ever had told you so. Each encouraging you to write a book, your talent could not be wasted. So after procreating for long enough two years ago, you wrote your first book. You were lucky enough that it was a success, success that allowed you to live in this beautiful home with a boyfriend which you dislike. You don't even know why you still date him. One of the villains in your last book was based loosely on him and how arrogant and selfish he was. You needed to leave him you just didn't know how.

You sat at your desk typing away on your computer jotting down ideas for your new story. Lost in a trance of your fingers and mind working quickly against the keyboard you heard your doorbell ring. You ignored it like always going back to fiercely typing against the keyboard making sure no detail went missing. When the doorbell rang again you huffed in annoyance. You stood up pushing in your chair and rubbing your neck as you left your cramped office.

Sliding on your slippers you checked your peephole. A man stood in front of your door with dark black hair. You checked him out seeing his hands in his pockets as he patiently waited for the door to open. He chewed on his lip patting his exposed fingers on his slacks. Confused you looked to the left seeing a woman holding an umbrella over his head. Your lip rose and your eyes squinted, this guy really didn't want a tan you thought.

Debating on whether or not to walk away and ignore him you heard the doorbell ring again. Sighing you opened the front door ajar only letting a small part of your head peek through. The tall, lean man greeted you with a smile a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. "Hello," he said rather dapper. He waved his hand as the other remained over his stomach. He blinked a couple of times waiting for you to respond.

Still confused about who this man was you continued to navigate your focus between him and the random lady he brought with him. "It's nice to meet you," he said attempting to steal your focus but failing. You waved your hand motioning him to stop as you continued to check him out. "Who are you?" You asked nodding your chin. He bowed politely wearing a grin on his face.

"How could I have been so rude? My apologies Miss, I am Kim Doyoung. I live next door," he bowed then pointed to the manor next to your home. You nodded checking out the exterior of his chateau before you turned back to the lady. "Who's this?" you asked motioning to the lady. "Ah Ah forgive me," he placed his hand on his chest then motioned to the lady beside him. "This is my assistant Irene. She travels everywhere with me," the woman remained silent just nodding her head in approval. You did the same checking her out one last time.

You looked back at Doyoung who was already looking at you. "What brings you here?" you asked. Doyoung waved his hands remembering the news he had to deliver. He motioned to Irene to give him something. She dug into her pocket and he motioned her to hurry up. When she glared at him he stopped waiting patiently for her to finish. When she had successfully found what she was looking for she pulled it out of her jacket pocket handing you an envelope. Doyoung sighed wanting to be the one to give it to you.

"This is for a dinner party I am hosting tonight. If you can please come," He slightly pleaded holding his slender hands together. You twisted your brows holding the white envelope with the red stamp in your hands. You huffed checking out the piece of paper and nodding your head. Doyoung grinned excited you'd be joining them. "I'll think about it," you said looking up at him and then Irene. His grin fell replaced with a disappointed sigh. His head fell looking away from your eyes. He nodded understandingly patting Irene on the shoulder to leave.

"If you can please come," Was the last he said before he disappeared with Irene into what you assumed was his car. You closed your front door returning back to your office upstairs. You placed the closed envelope on your desk next to an open notebook, notes jotted down on the paper. You continued to work on your book as the invitation lay flat on your desk. The invitation had laid there until later afternoon when you finally decided to take a break.

Going to get your second cup of coffee you picked up the letter holding it in your hands. The paper wrinkled from being tossed on the floor so many times when you elbowed your notebook and the paper flew to the ground. The red stamp closes the letter from being opened with hard as a rock. You wouldn't be able to open it without a sharp object. You opened one of your many draws picking up a box cutter. Using it you opened the envelope to an invitation.

Dear reader, We are hosting a small dinner party tonight. We would be the utmost grateful if you attended our party. The dress could be business casual, but you may come as you, please. Your presents are welcomed at the hour of blue, just before sunset. We hope to see you there dear neighbor.

-D.

This man must be really into events, he writes like an old man he must've been doing this for a long time you thought. You checked the time seeing you had a couple more hours before sunsets. Holding the paper in your hands you read the letter again chewing on your bottom lip and deciding whether to go or not. "It could be fun," You thought out loud. You looked over at your cat who sat by the window.

You walked over gathering it in your arms and petting it. You still had much left to do with your story. You had given yourself a deadline that by fall you would be complete, it was already late Summer. You sighed petting the cat's black fur, It purred in your hands rubbing against your stomach. "Lucy what do you think?" you asked the cat who could only stare at you in response. It blinked its eyes looking away from you. You chuckled looking out towards the window and seeing the trees just outside your home.

"Maybe I will go," you said out loud petting Lucy. You kept your stare towards the distance allowing yourself to relax seeing the sun shine brightly, not a cloud in sight. You turned back to your desktop sighing. You set your cat aside its tail swaying side to side as it lay on the window watching you sit down and continue your work.

It was around four when your boyfriend came home from work exhausted. He threw his jacket aside falling on the couch. He took off his shoes and ran a hand through his brown hair. Letting out a puff of air as he shut his eyes for a moment. Your cat coming down the stairs stole his moment of silence.

He grimaced at the cat watching as it swayed its tail walking through the living room to its bed. It stared at your boyfriend not bothering to lay on him or cuddle with him. He disliked your boyfriend Jeno too, the feeling was mutual. You came downstairs seeing your boyfriend sitting lazily on the couch. You shook your head deciding whether or not to tell him about the dinner party later on. He only had an hour and forty minutes to get prepared for it and he hasn't exactly been easy to work.

"Jeno," You called from the bottom of the staircase. He hummed shutting his eyes again trying to enjoy any bit of silence he could get. You walked closer entering the living space. "All the people in the area have been invited next door to a dinner party tonight. It starts in about two hours so if you want to come be ready to go by then," you said placing a hand on your hip. He sighed opening his eyes again his peace disturbed by you. He sat up lifting himself off the couch and walking past you. You rolled your eyes turning back up the stairs, your cat standing up and following behind you.

At the blue hour, you were ready to go. You picked up the innovation just in case you needed it to enter. You took a glance at it placing it in your purse. Then for a moment, your heart jumped. You reached into your bag pulling it out. You checked the invitation reading it closely. It had changed. The dress code and the decoration of the paper. The once red and white invitation was now red and gold. You read it closely business casual turned into a full-on gown.

Dear reader, My brothers and I invite you tonight to join us for a dinner party we will be hosting. The party with start at the hour of blue and will be held at our home. The theme is a sexy masquerade, so come in your best-dressed suits and dresses. Attendance is welcomed but not mandatory.

P.S. If you do not have a mask one will be provided for you Also, drinks will be served so don't bring your kids. -Y

So Doyoung didn't write this? You thought of seeing the letter Y instead of D like the letter from earlier. Still shaken by the sudden change of everything on the small piece of paper you decided to go anyway.

You left the innovation on the dresser in your room where Jeno could see just in case he changed his mind. You took a picture of it just in case it decided to change colors again and went to change your entire outfit, luckily having some time left to do so. When you finished getting ready you stepped out of your bedroom where a deep purple silk dress outlined with black lace. It had a low cut outlining the curve of your breasts but not too much still leaving the valley hidden under the fabric. You had done your makeup really focusing on your eyes since even though your face would be hidden by the mask your eyes would still shine. You paired the dress with a pair of black heels and a long black silk coat flack feather puffing out at the end.

At first, you had thought the look would be too much and had almost opted for a simple summer dress but living right next door to the party allowed you to see the people who arrived and what they wore. The women showed up in sexy but classy dresses and their husbands in suits and ties. Everyone looked stunning in their outfits, especially when the couples matched. It had made you sad Jeno would make you attend alone. However, this wouldn't be the first event you would leave him behind.

When you came down the stairs you were surprised to see Jeno standing at the front door beside Doyoung. You came down the stairs quickly standing beside Jeno who wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

Doyoung on the other hand dressed in a low, v-cut black suit. His forehead is on display gracing the neighbors and you with his beauty. His eyes widened and his heart thumped the moment you came down the stairs. He had seen you in a yellow dress before when you first moved into the neighborhood two years ago. It was summertime and you were in a summer dress bringing in boxes with Jeno.

He wanted to help you but couldn't, the sun just had to shine so brightly that day. He took in the sight of you standing in front of him, forgetting for a moment he wasn't picking you up to sweep you away and leave this house. He didn't even mind your boyfriend was standing there watching as he practically gawked at you. But he composed himself, he wasn't here to steal you away. Instead, he was here to give you something.

"Doyoung, Hello again," you said bowing at his presence. A part of you happy to see the gorgeous man, even though you would see him again in a couple of minutes. He bowed back placing his hand over his stomach his posture perfect, like a prince. "Hello, Y/n and…?" he knew your boyfriend's name he just didn't care enough to say it. "Jeno," he said waiting for the opportunity to leave.

“Jeno," he said flatly turning back to you. He never understood what you saw in this man. He was lazy and unreliable. He never showed you any attention or care, just tossed you away every day and night. Sometimes he would even go hours without being in the same house as you hanging out with his friends or mistress and recently he saw her more than ever before.

He was disgusted by him and didn't understand how you weren't. "Well I have brought a gift for you," he said showing you the red velvet box in his hands. He opened it exposing the golden mask inside for you. Your eyes glowed staring at the golden mask, what was left of the sun shining shimmering on it. "I apologize for only having one. I was not aware of your presence," he said to Jeno who suddenly began to become interested in the encounter with the unfamiliar man. He had met everyone in this neighborhood, why hadn't he met him?

You took the box from Doyoung's hands. Jeno looked over at the mask and then back at Doyoung. "I hope you like it," he said observing your face as you continued to stare in awe at the mask. Doyoung couldn't help but smile. If he could he'd give you anything, including the world just to see you smile. Jeno huffed crossing his arms over his chest quickly becoming annoyed with the stranger at his door. "I assume you will not be attending," Doyoung said clearing his throat. He looked Jeno up and down seeing the grey dirty socks on his feet. He wiped his fingers of dust as he waited for Jeno to reply.

"I am," Jeno said. Doyoung hadn't expected to hear that tonight. He widened his eyes his hands falling. He sucked in a breath relaxing.

Composing himself he smiled without teeth. He bowed his head politely, "Of course. I assumed based on your attire you would not be joining us. How foolish of me, you too will come together," he said stepping back. He turned to you and then Jeno bowed as he said goodbye and walked down the few steps in the front of your home and back to his house. Jeno walked away the minute the door closed and into your shared bedroom. Deciding you had already waited enough for him you put on your shoes and went to the party.

"Will she come," one of the men asked Doyoung who came back home wearing a defeated look on his face. He and his brothers stood in a long grey hallway barely hidden from the party. People began to gather in their ballroom swaying to the classical music that played. Doyoung sighed his head slightly falling, he nodded his brown hair barely moving from the hair gel. A gentle piece of his hair fell over laying on his forehead. "She is coming but not alone. She's bringing that wretched boyfriend of hers," he said disgustedly. His brothers huffed, one even rolling his brown eyes.

"So what are we going to do?" one asked placing his hands in his pants pocket and letting out a puff of air. Another shrugged, "We could eat him," both men turned to their brother with wide eyes and pale expressions on their faces. "Do you have no sense?" Doyoung asked his brother who just shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "Yuta that is a terrible plan," The other said shaking his head. He took his hand out of his pocket and ran it through his long brown hair.

“We need to find a way to separate them, without killing him," he said looking at Yuta who could care less. He always assumed killing your boyfriend would be faster and more efficient. You'd be available a whole lot quicker and wouldn't have to worry about an ex. He didn't take into account that one you'd be sad and would need time to heal and two if you ever knew he killed him you'd hate him, even if you didn't like your boyfriend.

"It's he being unfaithful to her? We can expose him," The final brother said. Doyoung thought about it tapping his chin. He crossed one arm over his chest leaning his other on it to hold his chin. It wasn't a terrible idea, but how would they make you see? He snapped his fingers together in an Ah ha! motion. He clasped his hands together wearing a smile that exposed his gums. "What is it?" Yuta asked watching Doyoung march down the hall. The other two followed close behind passing by statues and benches so sit down on them just in case you got tired of such long hallways.

You had arrived just outside the large home. Your eyes had moved their way from the fountain, from the mountains behind the home, and to the bottom up until the very top of the chateau. "Wow," is all you could say as fancy cars were parked outside the manor. You placed your mask over your face passing by a couple wearing silver masks with matching blue outfits. Your eyes followed to the side of the home seeing two men posted on each side. How rich were these people? you thought as your eyes continued to glow under the lights by the fountain.

Walking further to the chateau you couldn't help but gawk at all the old paintings and statues placed in different parts of the room you had entered. When you arrived a man dressed in black and red approached you wearing a black mask covering his eyes. "Welcome you must be Ms. Y/n the author who lives next door," He said sending a polite smile and raising his brow. You nodded and he smiled. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. He motioned his hands to the right. "Please follow me this way, I'll guide you to the party," he said walking slightly ahead of you to get to the door so you wouldn't have to open it. You gladly accepted the kind gesture until you had slightly turned your head and seen the couple before you walk through the door on the left.

"Are we going the right way?" you asked unsure if you should continue to follow him. He remained silent walking down the long gloomy hall surrounded by a thousand doors. Your heart began to quicken at the littlest sounds you heard. Take a glance out the window and see a garden and then a red maze. Turning back to the man who cleared your throat. "Excuse me I'd really like to get to the party if you would just take me there, that would be perfect-"

"Don't speak Miss, I am taking you where you need to be. You just need to trust me, alright?" He said darkly. You shook your head picked up your dress and turned away. You began to speed walk down a hallway that felt like the more you stepped the longer it got. You could hear the man's dress shoes pacing behind you on the shiny dark floor.

Deciding not to turn back you started to run. You could hear his pace pick him sounding so dangerously close to your ear. You slightly turned your head seeing him behind you, luckily at a distance. Your heels clicked on the floors as you ran quicker hoping to reach an exit. You picked up your face seeing the doors you had entered through at the end of the hallway. Taking another glance behind you, you noticed the man still close behind. You weren't going to make it to the exit. Catching your breath you walked into a nearby room.

The room was dark and cold, with only a candle placed in the middle on top of a round table. You went to move further but heard movement from the outside. You paused holding your breath so the figure couldn't hear. You looked down at the very bottom of the door seeing the shadow of feet walking and forth.

"Did you find her?" a man asked. The man from before was not alone, two pairs of feet were just outside the door. Quietly not to make a sound your shakey hand leaned closer to the lock. "I'm sorry she got away-"

"Well find her then!" the man shouted. You figured they could only be talking about you. You locked the door staring intensely at the lock as it clicked. Your body froze. Eyes widened and focused on the doorknob. The sound alarmed the two men, their ears perking up at the sound. "What was that?" the man who guided you down the hallway asked. The other shrugged, "I'm not sure. Let's get back to the party you have more guests to tend to," the stranger said. "Yes sir," The guide said the two walking away. You sighed in relief feeling the dark walls for a light switch. You find it flicking it on and illuminating the room.

Turning around to realize you bumped into a body. Terrified you slowly followed the outline of his body with your eyes meeting the man with your own. Only it wasn't the same man from before. This one was much taller, younger, and had much longer hair. He was wearing a red mask paired with his red and black suit. You bowed unsure of how else to respond, clearly you had stumbled upon the wrong room. "I'm sorry," you said. "The man outside was chasing me so I hid away in here," you said truthfully. You took a peek at the room, it was a study. Potions and other colorful liquids were placed around the room on sleeves. Books upon books surrounded the room. The books were placed so high there was a ladder to reach them. You looked to your left seeing a leather couch placed in front of a fireplace. You noticed on one of the tables an open notebook, a pen laid beside it words on a page not yet full. "Don't worry," The man said catching your attention. He stood tall in front of both hands in his pocket. You nodded turning to leave the man to his work. "Wait," he called. You paused turning back to him. "Yes?" you asked. He sighed happy you decided to stay. "I would like to know who you are, your face to be exact," You nodded forming an O with your lips. You untied the mask from behind your head letting the golden fabric slide against your neck. You held the golden mask in your hands as you looked up at the man. He stood back in slight shock. He had only ever seen you from the window. You look so beautiful so up close, like an Angel.

He cleared his throat fixing his posture. He couldn't look like such a slouch in front of you. He adjusted his blazer swallowing his Adam's apple bumping up and then down. He extended his hand, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Jaehyun," he said. You let your hand meet his shaking it. He bowed slightly to be both polite and to get a better look at your features. He smiled doing his best to keep his teeth hidden from your iris.

"It's nice to meet you Jaehyun, I'm Y/n" he held your hand for a little too long so you pulled away. Holding your hand in your own from how cold it felt. "You must live here? You asked making small talk and stealing Jaehyun from his trance. He nodded, "Yes. This is my study. Would you like a tour?" he asked holding out his arm to you. You nodded but didn't accept his arm. He didn't pester you about it and guided you through his study.

"So that's pretty much it, but one thing," he said smiling eyes glowing under the candlelight. You raised a brow standing on the other end of the table. Over the time spent in the room, you began to consider Jaehyun someone you could be friends with. It would be nice to make some more friends besides the neighbors down the street. They had invited you to a birthday party once, however, the party was for their child and you had no children.

"What is it?" you asked. He chuckled turning away and walking to a nearby shelf. He picked up the box dusting it off in the process. He placed it on the counter opened it and pulled out a purple vile. He placed a couple of drops into a cup of water handing it to you. Confused you looked into his eyes shaking your head. "What am I supposed to do with this?" you asked pointing to the cup. "Drink it," he said not moving a single part of his body, including his eyes. You scoffed surely he wasn't being serious. You would never take a drink from a stranger, regardless of how nice he was acting. You pushed it away shaking your head. It almost spilled but Jaehyun caught it in record time.

"I am not drinking that," you said. You had no idea what that purple stuff was. It could be drugs or horrible-tasting juice, regardless you weren't gonna take any chances. "Just take it," he said this time handing you the cup. You raised your lip in disgust getting ready to walk away. "I told you no, weirdo," you said walking away. As you walked towards the door you felt his hand grab your forearm. You turned to pull away but stopped. You were pulled into the dark void of this gaze. His mask was removed from concealing his face anymore. His eyes glowed a dark shade of yellow. Falling deeper into the black hole of his eyes.

The party and drink long forgot as you stand still, unable to talk to move. Your mouth is slightly agape when you raise the drink to your lips. "Be a good girl and drink it," he said watching closely as the drink found your lips. The cup of purple liquid touched your lips slipping past them and sliding down your throat. You remained in eye contact with Jaehyun until the very last drop was gone. Once you were done the cup fell to the ground and you ran away finding your way to the ballroom.

Jaehyun remained placing his mask back on and followed behind.

The ballroom was filled with people dressed in suits and gowns wearing masks that concealed the top half of their faces. Some did wear masking covering their whole face as well. Your eyes danced around the large room seeing a golden chandelier placed above you. You smiled seeing all the pretty lights glow as the music played from the band that had taken the stage at the start of the party. "Some dinner party," you said looking back at all the people. A man came up to you holding a tray of drinks. You gladly accepted one thanking the man as he walked away smiling. You sipped the alcohol letting it slide down your throat. You held the glass In your hand watching everyone else dance as you swayed alone.

"Now this is no way to treat a lady," You heard a familiar voice from behind you. You turned around to see Doyung supporting a new look with his hair. A strand of it rested upon his pale forehead. It suited him well. He also wore a green mask on his face. You smiled as he bowed and you bowed back holding onto your drink making sure it wouldn't spill. "Where is Jeno?" he asked looking around. You sighed letting your shoulders fall. Doyoung picked a glass from a nearby server. He clinked it against yours cheering. You took a sip letting the drink simmer down your throat. "I don't think he's coming," you said. "I had a feeling he wouldn't. He doesn't even come to events I've planned," you confessed holding your drink and watching as other couples laughed or danced. Doyoung while hating your boyfriend felt sorry for you. A lady should never arrive at such a party alone. She should have someone on her arm to protect and show her off.

He sent you a half smile holding out his hand. He noticed the way you kept fantasying about all the people who swirled around on the dance floor. It had been so long since you danced, especially with a partner. "Care to dance with me?" he asked gently holding his hand out. You hesitated for a moment before you finished your drink and took his hand. Doyoung was a great dancer. He held you close but with a respectful amount of distance. He placed his hand in yours and his other on the middle of your back stepping with you every move you made. You twirled around with him for what felt like hours. He looked like an absolute prince and he treated you like a princess with the way he held you and spoke to you. He made you feel so seen and heard. He made you in this moment like nobody else was around just him and you.

You felt his movement slow as the man tapped him on the shoulder with dark black hair. "May I step in?" he asked. Doyoung nodded sending you a smile. He lightly squeezed your hands as he let go stepping aside to find his other brother. You took hold of this new man whose face was covered with a purple mask. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Yuta," he said leaning down and kissing your knuckles. You chuckled holding your hand faintly over your mouth and hiding your smile. For some reason like Doyoung, you felt close to this man and all you knew was his name, and for a moment, just a moment you forgot all about Jeno.

"Why don't you kiss me," Yuta slurred. The room began to spin and your head began to turn. What is in this champagne you thought as you continued to dance with Yuta. You held onto his shoulders wearing half a smile on your face unsure of how many Yuta's you were seeing. His voice like the music faded into the background. "Huh?" you said smiling your fingers dancing on his shoulder. He chuckled darkly eyes turning black. "Kiss me, my love," he said. You shook your head giggling. "No I have a boyfriend," you said thinking of Jeno for a moment. He still hadn't arrived at the party. Yuta chuckled continuing to dance with you. He held your hand gently in his as he swung you around the dance floor.

"Some day you will my love," he said confidently. He leaned down to your ear. "Once you get away from your cheating boyfriend," That seemed to have woken you up. You pushed him off and looked around. The room was completely empty, wiped of any human being that had been here through the night. Your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out where time had gone. "I don't understand. Where is everyone?" you asked looking around the room. You turned around to see Yuta still there a smile on his face.

"You were asleep for a while my love," he nudged his head to the ain't windows placed behind the stage that was missing a band. The sun was rising and when you turned around Yuta was gone. Deciding you were done with the questions you headed towards the exit only to be met with Jeno. "There you are!" he shouted walking up the stairs of the large home to you. Your face still wearing your shock barely registered his presence. "Y/n? Y/n!" he called but his voice sounded like a whisper. You looked over seeing both Doyoung and Yuta in the garden of their home a large umbrella placed over them by two tall women wearing black.

You felt your head begin to spin again and this time you clasped Jeno catching you before you fell.

It was the middle of the night when you woke from your nightmare. You leaped out of bed feeling better than ever. You looked around the room including the bathroom seeing no sign of Jeno. You left the room checking the others on the second floor. Aftering failing to find him there you moved down the stairs checking every room from the third bathroom to the basement. You huffed not finding him anywhere. Then you thought for a moment. Usually after work, he goes to a bar with his friends not too far from his job. Putting on a different paint of clothes and your shoes. You grabbed your purse and walked outside to your car. You hopped inside strapped your seatbelt and started the black car. You drove down the street to the bar you knew he'd be at.

When you arrived you realized this was not a bar in fact it was a club, lie number one you counted. You didn't even bother waiting in line and when the bouncer stopped you, you showed him your ID and said "My boyfriend is really drunk, he's inside and I need to get him home," you said to the large man wearing black. He sighed nodding his head seeing your leggings and large sweater paired with slippers were not really for the club. He opened the door for exposing you to the large number of people who danced inside. You walked feeling the vibration of the music from under your feet. Quickly you moved around people trying to find him. You pushed past a couple making out and friends dancing as you searched for him. You hadn't even noticed when you walked past a familiar pair of eyes watching and sipping his drink surrounded by women as you searched for your boyfriend.

You had finally spotted him surrounded by his friends a drink in his hand and his shirt untied. A girl sat on his lap her skirt riding up as she grinded on him. You walked over furiously grabbing a hold of your bag. Yuta pushed all the girls off of him to get a closer look.

You had braced yourself marching over to him planning your confrontation in your head. You would pull him away from her and take him home, deal with him there. Instead, you didn't, your plan had taken a completely different path.

His friends tried to warn him as you came closer, but it was too late. You pulled the girl off by her hair throwing her to the side. You took a quick look at her realizing it was a woman he worked with, her name tag still on from the company he had just become a manager at. You scoffed even more angrily than before. This wasn't just some random girl from the club. It was some plain Jane from his job, someone he worked with, someone at two Christmas parties you met. She acted so nice to you, even bought your book and asked you to sign it. You regret signing it now, but that was beside the point.

You turned to Jeno, his nostrils flared. He had been gone for months and this was why. Why couldn't he just leave you instead? Why did he have to lie?

"You can't be serious," You said crossing your arms over your chest. He raised his hands up in defense. "Baby I can explain," You slapped him in the face hard with your purse causing his whole head to turn to the right. His friends began silent and bystanders nearby came for a closer look, Yuta mixing into the crowd. He scoffed his cheek stung and had turned red but he didn't touch it nor hold it. Your chest heaved up and down as the position of your arm from the slap remained in the same position.

He turned to you slowly controlling himself along with his anger and embarrassment. The girl on the ground got up and stood in front of him. "Baby are you okay?" she asked tending to him. He waved his hand away from her turning his body. "Baby?" you asked surprised staring at him as he moved away. "Your dating?!" you yelled feeling every feeling you had bottled up erupting out of you like a volcano. "Look Y/n can we go home and talk about this? This, not the place-" "No but it's the perfect place for you to fuck her, right?" you said smiling. You looked mad as you continued to press him in the club.

"This is a perfect place to hide away instead of dealing with your problems. I mean instead of talking to me and telling me how you feel or even breaking up with me you cheat like a fucking coward," You said not missing a beat with every word and curse you threw directly at him like gunshots.

"Jeno is she the only one?" you asked crossing your arms and sucking in your lips. You raised a brow, "Huh? You better answer my question," you said sternly. He looked around at his friends, hopeless in this situation they remained silent even the girl who watched also wishing he'd answer. He shook his head his hair falling in front of his face as his head fell lower.

"Pick your head up you are ashamed you are embarrassed," You said your chin held up high. You put your purse back on your side the band remaining crossed over your body.

"Look at all these people here watching you get caught, like a rotten child. And you," you pointed to his friend group. "You've all been to my house. I've fed you all and let you sleep on my beds and this is how you thank me? You help a man cheat on the woman who fed you all!" you shouted gathering more attention from the people. Yuta sat back watching proudly, he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.

He also was taking down notes like never to piss you off.

You looked towards the girl scoffing. "You knew he had a girlfriend and you fucked him anyway and now your crying because he fucks other girls behind your back," You said getting closer to her flushed face. Hot tears streamed down her face. You wanted to hit her and punch her but your shakey hand held back deciding you really didn't have much to say to her.

"Or maybe you knew he fucked other girls and you're sad that you're a hoe who thought she was gonna become a wife and didn't," you said hearing some Ooos from the crowd. Ignoring them you turned back to Jeno ending this show.

"Jeno you are a sorry excuse for a man. You are lazy and irresponsible and I should have left you in the city when I had the chance. You are a good-for-nothing boyfriend and lover. Don't bother packing your shit, I'll have it sent to you by morning. Goodnight," You said pointing to him before you walked away and out of his life. Yuta smirked walking outside the club and following behind you. He thought about approaching you but realized he had to send the glorious news to his brothers.

You drove him your entire body heated up. You slammed on. the gas and got home at record speed. You slammed your car door marching inside. Throwing your shoes off you marched upstairs opening your bedroom window. You threw all of his clothes, shoes, and personal items outside on the ground. You destroyed it all, which you had every right to do. You had paid for everything he had including where he laid his head every night and day. Destroying everything in a fit of rage some of the neighbors began to wake up, looking outside their windows to see where the noise came from.

Not used to so much excitement in a quiet and small street they all watched and one had called the police. Jeno had arrived around the same time they did. he ushered them away explaining you were angry at him for his behavior. It seemed to have worked and they left seeing you weren't being that loud nor disturbed, only one person had complained. Jeno went to speak but you threw a shoe in his direction. He ducked covering his head and looking through his arms to see if the coast was clear.

"Clean it," Is all you said to him before you shut your window. You huffed feeling your tears begin to fall. You held them back for as long as you could, waiting for this moment here to let them fall. You curled up in bed letting your loud sobs be heard through every spot and corner of the house. Your cat found you and jumped on your bed. It cuddled up by your head you petted its back as you continued to cry.

Your phone had buzzed catching your attention for a second but you ignored it assuming it was Jeno. It had buzzed again and again before you picked it up.

"Jeno leave me alone-"

"Hello my love," you heard a dark voice say. You raised a brow sitting up on your bed. Your cat's head turned feeling the mattress shift.

"Who is this?" you asked.

"Look out your window," he said. You had closed your curtains concealing your view. You slowly pushed them back hiding by the side of the wall. You looked around holding the phone to your ear seeing no one outside except Jeno who cleaned his items off the ground.

"Up," he instructed. Your eyes followed his directions looking to the house next door. You looked at the window you always felt a strong gaze at. "To high look to your right," he said. You looked over at a garden behind the house seeing a man holding a phone to his ear. You pulled the curtains back more attempting to get a full look at him. He waved at you but you still couldn't see him. Squinting your eyes you were still unable to see. You left the window hearing a gasp from the man. You moved down the stairs. You knew it was one of the strange men next door you just couldn't tell who.

You however could tell it wasn't Yuta, it didn't sound like him at all.

You walked into your office looking out the window that was much closer to the garden. You still held the phone to your ear as you looked closer. The figure took a few steps forward the moon finally shining on his face, it was Doyoung. He smiled as well as you as he came into view. The light graced him beautifully, and you couldn't help but smile at his pretty features. The moon showcased the dried trail of your tears causing him to frown. He opened the gate to the garden and walked closer to your window. He stood outside watching you taking in your beauty. Then reality hit you, you never gave him. your number. You took a step back letting the curtain fall. It covered his face blocking his view of you.

"How did you get my number?" you asked. "My apologies for the sudden call," he began. He shook his head touching the top of his head with his hand. You could see his shadow through the curtains.

"You had given your number to Yuta, I was too nervous to ask you for it and asked him. But next time I want something from you I will ask you, can you forgive me?" he asked keeping his gaze on your light shadow. "How did Yuta get it?" you asked still unsure whether to pull back the curtain. "He said you were pretty unstable last night. Maybe you do not remember giving it to him. You two were off together for a while," he said. You tried to remember but everything was too foggy to try and figure out. The more you tried the more your head hurt. Doyoung assumed that was what you were doing since you had been silent for a while.

"Do not try so hard you will hurt yourself," he said gently. You stopped taking his advice. "I just want to say one more thing and then I may leave. While I am sorry for calling you at such a late time I wanted to ask you a question if that is alright?" he asked twisting his fingers together as the other held the phone to his ear. "Sure," you said standing directly behind the curtain. "Would you like to come to my house? I've seen what has happened between you and your lover. Maybe a look through my telescope will cheer you up," You chuckled playing with the ends of your white curtain. "You will show me the sky and it will make me happy?" you teased finding it hard to hold back your smile.

"I will show you the stars," he said simply watching your figure through the curtain. His words touch you and felt deeper than they should. "I will show you the stars," The words lingered in your head like the smell of flowers on the first day of Spring. Like a spell, you felt your body fall under the magical trance of Doyoung. You raised your hand to pull back the curtain staring into his deep brown piercing eyes. Once again forgetting all about Jeno.

You had wasted no time meeting Doyoung outside. You locked your door and feeling spontaneous you pulled him into a passionate kiss before he could speak. His eyes widened and his lips hadn't moved with yours until you let go and he pulled you back in.

"Why did you do that?" he asked touching his hands with yours. You shrugged smiling and looking into his eyes matching his lighting smile. "I don't know, but take me to see the stars," you said taking his hand. He held your hand tightly in his guidance to his garden. "If I could I'd take you to the moon," he said unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Y/n," he took your hands in his. "I need to tell you something and I'm afraid I can not tell you alone," He said holding onto you. You raised your brow looking into his eyes. "What is it?" you asked. He sighed sending you a small smile. "Come with me," you nodded letting him guide you inside.

You traveled through the West door hand in hand with Doyoung. He smiled you behind him taking in the scenery of the manor. You could hear the sound of his heels clicking on the floor as he ran past the large staircase in front of the main entrance. "My room is placed in the East Wing," he said entering another long hallway. He snapped his fingers and each candle lit on each mantle placed on the wall. The hallway appeared less scary with the lights on. You could finally see the art that was placed in between the spaces of statues. Doyoung slowed down his speed letting you explore.

"Who are these people?" you asked. Doyoung walked over to a statue of a man's head. "Members of our family. Our parents left us this house a long time ago," he said putting his hands behind his back and clasping his hand over his wrist. You continued to live in the woah of figures. "Shall we continue?" he asked politely offering you his hand. You nodded gladly accepting it walking you down the hallway and linking your arm with his.

He is so polite, such a gentleman. You looked up at him smiling at his features. Something about him drew you closer. The kiss you shared earlier is evidence of that. You felt like your lips were pulling you closer to him like a magnetic force. You had felt the same way with Jaehyun and Yuta. Something powerful about them, their aura strong. You didn't feel a negative feeling when you were with them, you felt more comfortable and safe.

Doyoung smiled as you walked beside him. "We're here," He said opening his door. He led you inside opening a small door by the light switch. A rope was yanked and the sound of bells went off in the house. Seconds later a knock was placed on the door. Doyoung grinned opening the door and exposing his brothers. They all stepped inside greeting you and him.

"How are you and your boyfriend?" Yuta asked bowing to you and then standing straight up. You rolled your eyes letting out a huff. "Not good. We broke up," You said. Yuta pursed his lips hiding a smile and nodding his head, "That's good. I wasn't much of a fan of his," he said walking further inside.

Doyoung cleared his throat gathering all of your attention.

"Now you all may be wondering why you are. Allow me to explain," He said just before the power cut. Heavy rain began to fall outside. Yuta cursed and Jaehyun went to gather some candles. You helped them light them in various places in the room. You took notice of the lack of pictures Doyoung had. Only old paintings on his wall.

"Now where were we?" He asked tapping his chin. He clapped his hands together, "Ah Yes," He pulled Yuta closer and Jaehyun sat them down. He brought a chair for you and you sat down facing the boys. "We have something to tell you but you have to promise not to lose your shit," Yuta said. You chuckled lost especially at his choice of words. There couldn't be anything they could tell you right now with the night you've had to make you crazy.

"Should we wait? I mean this could be a bad time," Doyoung asked second guessing his decision to tell you. He bit his fingernails as Yuta shook his head. He didn't want to frighten you. "No tell her," he said. Doyoung sighed shaking his head small pieces of hair falling forward. "I don't know. What if she freaks out?" Yuta sighed rubbing his temple with his fingers. "She'll be fine just say it," He said beginning to get frustrated. "I don't know if I can I mean-" "Just say it," Yuta said.

"Say what?" you asked looking between the two of them. They needed to quit playing around and get to the point. "Y/n please I don't know if you will be able to handle this. It's very complex-" "Oh stop it it's not that hard. Y/n we are-"

Jaehyun gruffed tired of the bickering. "We're vampires," He said. The room went silent. Your lips curved up, and you started chuckling in your seat then chuckling turned to laughter. You held your stomach almost falling onto the ground.

"That's it really?" you asked eyes squinting to prevent tears from falling. "Are you insane?" you asked continuing your laughter. The boys confused looked at one another and then at you. Your laughter died down as you relaxed into your seat. "Okay okay you guys look serious, I'll stop," You couldn't the small laughter that broke through.

"Would you like us to show you?" Jaehyun asked. You nodded your neighbors were insane. "Thank you guys I really needed it. If you don't mind I'll get going…" The words died on your tongue. You plopped right back down into your seat. A rabbit struggled in Doyoungs hands as he handed it to Yuta. Yuta held the rabbit pulling its head back. You saw his teeth for the first time. Two in particular that were longer and sharper than the rest. He pulled his head back then lunched forward sinking his teeth into the rabbit. The rabbit kicked its feet struggling under his strong grip. Then it stopped. Stopped kicking, stopped moving. It stopped breathing. Yuta had drained it dry.

You fell over in your seat backing away from the three. Yuta threw the rabbit to the side licking his teeth. You reached for the doorknob and ran down the long hallway. The candles went out as you ran past each of them heading for the exit. You looked back to see if they were behind you. You couldn't see them but you could hear them.

"Fuck fuck fuck," You cursed as you ran faster multiple things running through your mind. Yuta ate a rabbit, raw. Sucked its blood and threw it away like trash. You didn't try to piece things together just the facts.

Fact One: They are vampires.

Fact Two: They were dangerous.

And Fact Three: You needed to get out of here.

You entered the main floor looking around for the door. Seeing the entrance to run up to it trying to open it. It didn't budge. You thrust your body against it but to no avail. Not wanting to waste any more energy on it you ran to the only other exit you knew, the garden. The garden door is still wide open. You ran to it watching as rain poured on the freshly cut grass. You smiled as you drew closer watching as the door slammed shut. You paused eyes widening. You slammed on the door kicking and screaming. "Let Me Out!" you shouted hoping someone outside would hear you. "Help!" you shouted still holding onto the possibility someone would hear you. "Y/n please I do not wish to hurt you," You heard Jaehyun say from behind you. You didn't even turn to him. Instead, you ran towards another door that led downstairs and upstairs. You locked it behind you then ran down hoping another exit would be there. Running down the steps made of cement you gasped at the darkness of the room. You let your hands guide you making sure not to hit anything. Lightening clashed allowing the room for a second to be filled with light. You saw a light bulb hanging from the top. When lightning struck again you walk further to it pulling the string, but you had pulled the wrong one and the sound of bells could be heard throughout the manor. You wanted to cry, how stupid to pull the wrong string.

You pulled the opposite light seeing as a part of the room lit up the light was not bright enough to cover the entire room. You walked further inside slowly down to catch your breath. "I need to find a way out," You said feeling yourself start to become sticky with sweat. Your chest heaved up and down a mixture of exhaustion and nerves. Adrenaline pumped through your veins eyes wandering like a mad woman trying to find a way to escape.

You continued your journey the basement was pretty much empty, minus the old furniture and papers. You didn't bother distracting yourself with exploring anything, they could find you at any moment. You walked further inside the light from the light bulb fading away. "Fuck," you cursed looking around for any source of light. Your eyes discovered a flashlight. You clicked it a couple of times before it blinked then turned around.

Dripping water and the grail under your feet could be heard in the silence that filled the basement. You shivered at the lack of heat. Of course, they would have a creepy basement. You found a door at the other end of the basement opening it believing it to be an exit. Instead, there were two sets of stairs. One leading down and another leading up.

You flashed the light down to more cement steps. "Probably a cellar," You said then flashed the light upstairs. "Could lead to the West Wing and possible exit," Your legs shook at the idea of one of them waiting for you on each side. Your subconscious is playing tricks on you. You flashed the flashlight again downstairs hearing more water droplets fall. You almost dropped your flashlight at the sound of paper rustling.

You shivered checking behind you and seeing nothing. You turn back around slowly not to make a sound. You needed to make a choice fast. Your body faces away from the wooden door that remained open. You slowly closed it keeping your front away. You let out a sigh jumping as lighting struck seeing Yuta's creeping up from the cellar. You gasped throwing the flashlight at his head as you rain upstairs.

You didn't even realize you were running up more than a flight of stairs you just kept running. You ran into another dark gloomy hallway running into another room that led to the top of the stairs looking below the ballroom.

"How big is this fucking place?" You said running down the velvet carpet to another room. You saw an outline on the wall by a dark wooden door. You pushed it causing it to open. When it opened you looked around seeing the coats clear. You walked inside closing the door behind you. It closed to a bookcase, a hidden door. You made a self note making sure to check the walls for a faster more clever escape.

You sighed taking the moment to catch your breath. Your hands fell to your knees flashlight still in hand. The room was dark unable to see you flashed your flashlight to look around for a door. Walking further into the room before your heart dropped. You cursed at yourself stomping your foot on the ground.

You were back in Doyoung's bedroom and the three of them were waiting inside. You turned running to the window, at this point, you'd prefer a broken leg or arm than to be here. But after seeing how high you were from the ground you tried to make a run for the fake door. Jaehyun quicker than you stood in front of it.

"Now that you've had your fun," Doyoung said walking over to the chair you sat in before. He pulled it out motioning his hand to it, "Why don't you sit down and we'll explain everything," You sighed in defeat sitting down. Doyoung pushed in your seat and returned back to his candles. "Great now let's begin with the origin story," he said lighting another candle. "Yuta was the oldest and came from Japan…"

His family was very poor so he'd steal to get enough money for them to live. He eventually found a group of people that took him to France. In France, he had raided man's rich homes stealing their goods which were pawned for money. He had so much of it, it couldn't even match the price money on every wanted poster plastered with his face on it. He gave most of it to his family in Japan and the rest to nearby families who struggled like him. However, one day when he visited France he followed a woman into an alley. There he pleased himself and her but she had tricked him. Taking a bite into his neck to feed he pushed her off before she sucked him dry. He left woozy and unable to see. Finding the thieves he road with they took him back to Japan to his family.

After days he arrived home better than ever, the rush you feel when you die and come back to life. His rush quickly faded at the sight of his door. It was busted in as well as the windows. He ran inside seeing the mess of his childhood home. His parents were gone as well as his aunts and uncles.

He searched for them but to no avail. A stack of gold that he had sent to them was placed on the table untouched. The bread was modeled and rotten. They had been gone for a while. Had they left him? Did they move to a better home? He tried to fill his mind with happier thoughts of his family happy somewhere else. Instead, he heard a cry, a cry of a child. He walked upstairs seeing one of his sisters on the ground weeping. She was sick, pale skinned. He lightly touched her with his chilling hand. Her whole body was on fire. He figured the only way to save her was to bite her so he did. She had stopped and relaxed. "Don't go outside," she said.

"Why?" he asked. He heard rustling and shouting. He ran outside seeing the thieves take off without him. They had set him up.

He was taken back to France to be executed, but after a conversation overheard by two guards he discovered the crown prince was deeply ill and after enough convincing he could save the man's life they let him.

This is where he met Doyoung the middle of the three. Born in South Korea to a royal family they had set him up with the princess of France, which was rare for their family only pairing within the people. But the country needed money and the deal had already been set. However, their son had become completely ill just before his marriage. At the time they were not sure of what it was, now we know it was a simple common cold, not yet ready to be fought off by humans.

Yuta was brought in to save him by the sources apprentice, Jung Jaehyun who moved from Korea to study magic. Jung Jaehyun the youngest of the three trusted Yuta to save Doyoung. Yuta was brought by hundred guards to the prince's chambers. They feared he might try an escape. Yuta had thought about fleeing but figured if he saved the country's prince they'd forgive him for what he had done to them all and he would get his family back.

When he reached the chambers he was still unsure of how he'd save him. He knew the woman in the alley who had bitten him saved some of the problems he was struggling with, with his body so he assumed if she could cure him then why can't I cure another man? Little did he know he was curing a man with a disease. An awful disease that promised ever-lasting life but brought nothing but pain and sorrow into one's life. He bit the tip off his finger letting the drop fall into Doyoung's tea. He sipped it and by morning he was better.

Doyoung began to express joy and the utmost energy up early in the mornings until late at night. Until he got hungry, Yuta knew of this hungry, and his new friend went out and gave Doyoung small animals to feed on. Until he needed more and ate one of his guards. Well-rested and ready for the day he walked outside still covered in blood only to be burned by the sunlight. The guards dragged him back in assuming he was possessed by a demon the king had the source come in.

Jaehyun knew it was no demon but a virus passed on by Yuta to the prince. He knew the king would have him killed so he fled with him to what would one day be called the Americas. During his boat ride, he had become dangerously ill, especially after losing so much blood from letting the two men feed. He let them turn him the minute they got to shore. Then after decades, they finally moved her next to fans of your book. "So that is how we became to be who we are," Doyong said lighting another candle. He placed it on the small table by his bed, the small fire lighting up another part of the space. You watched as he sat back down beside his brothers awaiting your reaction. You gulped still unsure of how to feel about the three vampires that lived within walking distance of your house. No, the vampires that sat right across from you in one of their bedrooms.

If they wanted to hurt you they would have done it. They would have bitten you or sucked you dry of every drop of blood the night you were in their home alone in that dark hallway. But why did they befriend you instead? Invite you to their home for dinner and to see their garden. You even invited them to your home overtime once Jeno left. You tapped your finger on the velvet cloth that covered the small table before you. You couldn't look them in the eyes, not yet. Part of you is scared and the other part is nervous.

"This was a waste of time," You heard Yuta his foot stomping on the ground as he spoke. His arms crossed over his chest. "I mean look she clearly is scared of us," He said motioning his hand to you. Jaehyun sighed scratching the back of his head. He looked over at Doyoung. "Maybe he's right. We should have waited," he said. Doyoung shook his head eyes slightly widened at Jaehyun. He stood up walked to your chair and stood behind it.

"Nonsense. She is perfectly fine. I exposed myself to her on the night of the moon and I shall not wish to take it back," he said sternly pressing his hands into the side of your chair. "Would Y/n?" Yuta asked. Doyoung stuttered unsure of how to respond to his eldest brother. "I…I do not know," he said losing the underlying confidence in his tone. Yuta was slick and rather blunt with his choice of words, however, he was never wrong in what he said specifically, the questions he asked. He could sniff out a lie like a cat can sniff out a mouse. He professional liar at best he was, he knew when someone was not telling the truth. He needed you, to be honest with him so he knew his next move or next question.

"Tell me Y/n are you afraid?" he asked leaning closer to you to get a better look at the way your head lifted and face changed. Small beads of swear courtesy of nerves forming on your warm skin. The sweat cools your body to the chills on the back of your neck. Small hairs rise without falling on your body, and no wind motioning them safely down. You were scared and falling apart right in front of him. You glanced at each vampire in the room each sparing you a chilling smile. In the heat of the moment so much blood pumping through your veins you couldn't help yourself. Yuta's imitating stare crawls its way through your eyes and into your gut.

The wind began to pick up from the opened window cooling your body down in the slightest, it began to cut the light of the candles. Only one remained and it was placed in front of you illuminating the small of your face. Lips trembling as Yuta's hand crept forward nails dragging against the velvet table. Two fingers flicked up pinching the fire. Darkness spread across the room.

You pushed back your chair strong enough at the moment to break Doyoung's grip and ran as if your life depended on it. "Don't worry my brothers. She will come to us," Yuta said with a menacing tone. "How? She does not trust us?" Jaehyun asked. "We will each take turns," He said standing up to the window and watching as you run out of the manor. You continued to pick up pace never turning back. Yuta chuckled his hand pulling the dark curtain back. You made it past the fountain to the gated entrance of the manor. Pulling back the large, black iron gate with all your strength you ran down the hill. Running straight to your home.

"Doyoung you will go first, Jaehyun you will go second and I will go last. We needed her to trust us or it won't work," Yuta said darkly letting the curtain slip from his fingers. He fixed his rings turning back to his brothers. "How?" Doyoung asked. "The same way you did before she knew, you just have to try harder now," He smirked going over to his younger brother. Waving his hands as he spoke, "Woo here, tell her things no one has told her before. Make her feel special and cared for, be the exact thing she thinks she needs," He said. Doyoung shook his head, "You want me to deceive her?" he asked following his brother with his eyes.

Yuta shook his head, "No no, loving her is not new for you, or you," he looked at Jaehyun. He stood behind Doyoung placing both hands on either shoulder. He watched Jaehyun as well from behind Doyoung.

"She is our missing piece. We've waited a long time for this Doyoung, don't ruin it with nonsense," he said sternly. Doyoung sighed defeated. He could not argue with his brother, he had never been wrong about anything. Jaehyun and he followed the elder blindly since they fled the kingdom many decades ago.

"What if she is hurt?" Jaehyun asked finally speaking up. Yuat left Doyoung walking to Jaehyun. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Walking to Jaehun who pulled out a lighter lighting it for him. After a couple of puffs, he spoke blowing some of the smoke at Jaehyun. "Trust me not a hair on her body will be harmed," The cigarette hung from his lips. "If anything happens it's because you properly did something wrong," He pointed at him. "Remember we all love her and we agreed to share her. Brothers I am trusting you will not let your silly feelings make you forget we agreed she would be ours if it is what she wants. And if one can't have her then none of us will understand?" he asked but really told. Both vampires nodded their heads hanging high.

"Great," he smiled exposing his teeth. He turned to Doyoung putting out his cigarette. "You will be first so make sure you get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow," he patted his shoulder and left Jaehyun following behind shutting the door closed. Doyoung sided walking to his window. From this view, he could see the opposite side of the house, another neighbor's window of an older woman getting ready for bed. He turned away staring at the moon, "It will work," he said.

"She will desire me. The way I to her and it will burn," Doyoung said as his eyes fell from the moon and waited for tomorrow.

To Be Continued…

Yes, this will be Five Parts.

Part 1: I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire Part 2: You, Who Brought Heaven Part 3: Loving You Is Incomplete and Risky Part 4: Come to Me Like You'll Swallow Me Up Part 5: Like a Storm, You're My Favorite

This is my first series on here so I hope you all enjoy it! I didn't want to make this short story really really long so I broke it down. Making sure I write everything I needed to write but also not overwhelm anyone.

Enjoy :)

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The Life of the Witch (Prologue)

My name is Juliana Dumont and I’m a witch.

I don’t know why I’m writing this down – perhaps a form of therapy? I don’t know.

What the average person doesn’t know is that witches are real. We exist. We’re just very rare. I’ve never met another of my kind since my own mother died – and left me with my powers.

I was born Goodie Smith, child of Constance Smith, in the year 1735. I was 50 years old when my mother passed her gift to me, and I awakened.

I know others are out there – I can feel them. There were seven of us – now there are only five. The seven deadly sins form the basis of our existence. The witch of sloth was killed in her sleep, and the witch of envy was killed in a fight between two love rivals. None of this ‘witch trial’ and burning nonsense. That was simply putting some poor, unfortunate women to their death because the patriarchy at the time could do it with impunity.

I suppose technically I am the witch of lust. And let me tell you, every month I feel that lust with an intensity I simply cannot control.

I should also say that we are immortal in a sense. We do not age, we do not contract diseases. We can be killed by being burned alive, or having our heads separated from our bodies – that's been proven on two occasions now - but otherwise we would be able to eventually heal from even the most grievous of wounds.

This is where procreation becomes difficult. We’re all female, we desire to have children… but the act of having a child is difficult in that child would be mortal as any other, and we would suffer to watch them grow old and die as we sat ageless in front of them. Only the voluntary – or involuntary – death of the mother passes both the magic, and the memories of the mother onto her offspring. I remember my entire family line. I have birthed many babies, I have outlived many babies… and right now my ovaries are screaming that it is my time.

The lady sat back in her chair and snapped her fingers then closed the book she was writing in. In the kitchen behind her, a commotion started to take place – dishes rose from cupboards, cutlery flew from drawers, food piled onto a plate. The plate carrying a sandwich flew through the air to rest, lightly, on the desk in front of her, followed a few moments later by a steaming hot cup of coffee. She smiled. She knew she was blessed, she knew life was easy… but if she has a gift, why waste it not using it.

As she ate her meal, she picked up her phone. “Ahh… 8pm New York… seems like the perfect time” she muttered to herself. A black cat rose its head up from a sleeping position down by her feet.

“Don't be back late, I’ve a fancy for a special meal tonight.” came the voice directly into her head without the cat seemingly moving its lips.

“I won't sweetie… just a little… errand… to run.”

It’s unclear exactly where the pair were at, but it was daylight and it certainly wasn't 8pm that's for certain.

She finished the sandwich and once again clicked her fingers – the cup and plate flew off to a sink which slowly filled with soapy water as the cutlery and crockery washed itself, dried itself and put itself away. She didn't even need to watch it at this point as she strode across the room and into her bedroom.

Another click of her fingers and her clothes fell to the floor, bundled themselves up and folded themselves into a neat little pile. She stood there naked, eyes looking up and down her form. Lust was certainly a factor in her physique. She had a lithe body, but with wide, womanly hips, and a perfect hourglass figure, complemented by large, incredibly pert breasts. She had no need of mechanical support by way of a bra… she had magic on her side to keep things up.

Blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, she clicked her fingers again and her hair bundled itself up into a bun, leaving two strands to hang down either side of her hair. A pair of fashionable glasses appeared on her nose – purely cosmetic of course, and her lips tinged rosy and red.

Finally another click of her fingers and a red, flowing dress swooshed out of her closet, wrapped itself around her and hugged every inch of her body. She couldn't help but grin as the side slit, cut so scandalously high than it had any right to be, refused to move to reveal what she was wearing for underwear even when she stretched her leg out in front of her. Of course, she knew she wasn't wearing any, but always good to keep the men folk guessing.

Finally, with a last glance over her shoulder as she spun in place admiring herself in the mirror, she clicked her fingers once more and with an audible pop, she disappeared.

She appeared in an alleyway, just around the corner from a nightclub which she knew was a hit among the student population of the local university. She saw perfectly even in the low light of the evening, groups of men wandering up to the doorman, being let in. Her eyes not focusing on any particular one, but the heat radiating from between her legs becoming almost unbearable. She had to move, had to act.

This was an upscale neighbourhood, her high-class appearance and expensive appearing clothes would blend in well with the locals. Stepping out she strode toward the doorman, watching his eyes – even behind his dark shades – watch her approach with rapt attention.

“Could you let me in please handsome!” she smiled a wicked smile to the doorman, who pulled open the door for her.

“Here all by yourself?” he asked.

“Hopefully not for long” she cackled.

Following the crowds to the bar area, she swished her hand and two people standing side by side suddenly decided to leave, giving her perfect chance to slip into the front of the crowd and smile at the girl behind the bar.

“Anything you want?” she asked.

“Right now I can think of a few things, but start me off with something alcoholic and fruity.”

“OK coming right up” she nodded as she set to work.

The witch felt a presence slotting into the space she left next to her, so she turned to the side to be greeted by the muscled chest of some sort of jock. Looking up past her eye level, she was relieved to see that the person accompanying that chest wasn’t half bad on the eyes either. Just need to make sure he wasn’t a complete asshole now…

“Let me get that” he bellowed, making sure the girl serving the drink heard. She gave him a thumbs up. “And a whiskey, on the rocks!” A nod from the lady behind the bar.

“Why thank you” purred our witch, her voice sultry. “Were you hoping for anything else?”

“No ma’am… just waiting for my friends to arrive and spied a nice slot at the bar. Then spied a nice bar-mate. I’m Jack.”

“Charmed… you can call me Jill.” She saw no point in giving him her real name and thought the play on words for the nursery rhyme would fit well – she wouldn't ever see him again after this night, but she thought she should have one she could easily remember just in case things got a little hot and heavy.

Of course a little touch of magic, a little bit of flirtation, and he was hers for the next hour. His friends arrived, and seeing him in non-stop discussion with the lady at the bar decided to leave him to it.

3-4 drinks later and they were both merry to the point of touching flirtatiously. He brushed back one of the loose strands of hair framing her face, tucking it behind her ear as she leaned forward and kissed him. Her hand hovered over his drink and rubbed her fingers together as she cast a spell to bolster him.

He picked it up and gulped a mouthful, suddenly feeling his cock spring hard against his trousers.

“Is that for me?” the witch sounded coy but it was all she was focused on. Her knee drifted lazily back and forth over the bump in his trousers. For poor Jack he was bewildered, never having this level of reaction before.

“Lets put it to good use.” with that she stepped back from the bar, holding him by the hand as she lead him towards a hotel next door. He followed obediently, entranced by her magic as she walked into the lobby, past the doorman with a wave, up to the lift and pressed a button for a floor. She leaned back seductively as she arched her shoulders back, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress as the lift continued to climb.

“Like what you see?” she was playing now, he was under her control, no matter what the poor man honestly thought, he was her property, until she chose to let him go.

With a ding the lift doors opened and the two of them wandered forward down the hallway. She looked left and right looking for a room. Finally settling on a number, she swayed her hand in front of the lock and pushed the door, the warm light of a readied room waiting for their approach.

She wasted no time, pulling him forcefully into the room. She turned around and kneeled in front of him, pulling down his trousers and underwear as she lowered herself. His cock sprung out from its containment and she grinned.

“Is all that for little old me? My, my, I have been a good girl!”

Jack looked down and gasped – his manhood was twice as girthy as he remembered, and a good 3 inches longer. It was massive. He didn't know what was happening, but her hands wrapped around the shaft and teasing the precum out from the tip settled things – he would go with it and worry about it later.

He tugged off his top and leaned forward, running his hands down inside the fabric of her dress. She moaned… and as a result, his cock jumped, it would have slapped her in the face if she hadn't had hold of it.

“I’ve had desert, I want the main course!” she growled, standing up. She pulled forward on the dress, an act that normally would have resulted in it being torn to shreds, but it appeared to peel away from her and settle in a heap on the floor. She was naked and ready to play. As she paced back towards the bed – pulling Jack by his cock to make him follow, the dress folded itself behind their backs.

She spun him around and pushed him onto the bed as she climbed up onto him, letting out a squealing groan as she settled onto his cock, her wetness between her legs apparent.

Jack managed as gasping “condom…” as she slid down the shaft.

“Not tonight sweetie. I want to feel this monster for what it is. Don't you worry your pretty little head, I’m on the pill.” she lied.

He couldn't care less at this point, his head lolled back as she bottomed out on his cock, her own grunt of pain suggesting she had made him perhaps a mite too large. Oh well, it’s good to feel it happen.

She bounced up and down, her hands rubbing up and down his chest. He found her rhythm and bucked his hips as she bounced, resulting in every thrust of his ass prodding her deeply, her wincing, moaning grunts, and short stabs of pain making her lose herself more and more in the moment.

Without warning, she latched her knees into his torso and spun, so she was on the bottom and he was on the top. Her legs crossing behind him to keep him in tight to her. He moaned. She knew he was close, he was twitching inside of her.

“Thats it, cum in me. I want to feel you flood me. Give me your cum.”

Jack suddenly held his breath as his vision clouded and his eyes rolled back, lost in the carnal act of procreation. He let out 3 large spurts of cum, his own perineum quivering as he felt it contract and release over and over.

The witch was left in orgasmic bliss as she felt the semen flood her. She could do nothing but hold on tight and shiver as her body took over. She could actually feel it shoot up past her cervix and into her womb, onto the journey to meet the egg she had released just that morning. She focused on the collection of sperm cells and gave them a boost, willing them on to their target with a tiny bit of magical assistance.

The couple were left a panting mess as she unhooked her leg from behind him and rolled over, eyeing his still engorged cock. Leaning forward she took it in her mouth and sucked, announcing through parted lips “Who knew we tasted this good together.”

She moved her head up his body and kissed him on the lips as she hovered her hand over the pole between his legs and it shrunk back to its original size. She looked down. Still impressive… but she was glad that she could make it more.

Touching his eyes, she felt him sleep, as he slumped back onto the bed. She got up and clicked her fingers, her dress jumping up and forming back around her, dregs of Jack’s semen dribbling down her leg.

She scooped it up and put it in her mouth. “We do taste good.”

She probed his mind, finding out where he lived. Easily picking him up in his still sleeping state, both of them disappeared from the room and suddenly appeared in his bedroom. Tucking him into bed, still naked, his clothes folded up in front of her eyes and dropped onto the floor. She touched his forehead and took away all memories of what happened, instead implanting thoughts that he had too much to drink and went home to sleep it off. With a gentle kiss on the forehead and a whisper of “thanks” she disappeared again.

She appeared a moment later with a grin as she saw her familiar Seline, or more specifically, her ass, wrapped in an apron – that being the only clothes she was wearing. She had the ability to transform between a human and a cat at will, and had become the witch’s confidant, lover, advisor and closest friend over the years. Her natural form was a cat, but she had been granted the ability to transform into a human mainly for the witch’s benefit – she was a surprisingly capable cook considering her origins, and a careful and attentive lover.

“That smells beautiful. What is it?” the witch called out.

“No… you first. You’ve been fucking. I can smell him on you. Cats have a good sense of smell remember. Give me the gossip” came the reply.

“OK, you’ve got me there. I just had a roll in the hay with some gorgeous man who filled me up. Give it a few hours and there may be some insemination action.”

“Shit… you’re finally going through with it. Your own heat finally beat mine.” As a cat, she had all the natural urges that a cat would have, including going into heat every few weeks during the peak times of the year. The witch found her fun to be around when she was clawing the walls trying to relieve that bit of stress, that's for certain.

“I don't know if I'll actually keep the kid, or send her for adoption… don’t think I'm ready for the ultimate journey just yet. Suppose I have 9 months to decide.”

The witch moved forward and wrapped her arms around the belly of Seline, breathing in the smells from the cooking. “So… I asked a question… what is it?”

“Mmmm…” Seline moaned. “If it happens, you won't be able to do that with a big belly in the way. It’s fish by the way. I mean I’m a cat, what did you expect when I said I had a special meal planned.”

The witch laughed, but her mouth was watering at the smells of the food. “I don't think ‘If it happens’ is a good suggestion, but ‘when.’ I used magic to reinforce the sperm, it's basically a guarantee they reach their destination.”

Seline spun around, breaking the witch’s grip around her midsection. “Shit, please don't tell me you did what you just told me you did.” The witch looked confused. “You know the rules. All natural when it comes to babies. Magic can’t interfere. Creating life is sacred.”

“No… not a baby yet… just sperm and an egg, all separate.” She thought back through her ancestral memories, and not one single one of her memories had another witch trying what she had done. “Fuck… what will happen?”

Seline shook her head. “No idea, but there's nothing you can do about it now, let's eat and think about it later.”

#fpreg #pregnancy

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blushydrangea · 9 months ago

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25 with planymphia? 🥺🖤

blossoming romance writing prompts: 25. finding comfort in their scent.

Jane knew something was wrong when she closed the door behind her. Everything seemed to be in place, yes, but she trusted her gut feeling when it came to Nymphia.

It wasn’t unusual for their shared apartment to be quiet whenever her girlfriend was left alone — infrequent, but not unusual. Nymphia sometimes chose silence even with her, after a draining day of work or maybe because her thoughts were too loud and she needed to put them in order before coming back to Jane. She would still look for her then and curl on her lap like a cat, answering all conversation starters with hums then nudging Jane’s arm for her to shut up, too.

A silent apartment shouldn’t be enough to worry, yet she still took off her shoes faster than her regular pace, clicking her tongue impatiently when she missed the coat hanger by half an inch and had to pick her jacket up from the floor.

“I’m home!”

Nymphia’s reply of “Jane?” came from their bedroom, and she found herself sprinting there within seconds. There were tears hidden in Nymphia’s voice, a slight extra whine she would recognize in her sleep coming from her girl, and it made Jane nervous. Her girlfriend wasn’t not a crybaby, tears came more naturally to her than they ever could to Jane, but she usually had a good reason to cry.

She found Nymphia on the bed, 80% of her pretty face covered by the red hoodie she had on, one that belonged to Jane and was a personal favorite of hers. Further inspection also showed Nymphia had stolen the blanket Jane wrapped around herself every night, because her girlfriend kept hogging the covers. It was pressed to her chest as if it were a plushie.

Their eyes met, Nymphia’s chocolate color dimmed with flicks of red from crying, her whole face puffy. Jane wrapped her arms around her and kissed the tip of her pink nose, satisfied when it made her girlfriend's tense body relax in her embrace.

She kissed her more, of course, how could she not? A gentle kiss pressed to her forehead after pushing her yellow bangs aside, followed by a peck to her lips and two kisses to her cheeks. Jane would have kissed her for hours, it was actually her plan after coming home from work, except Nymphia’s smile was faltering and she looked ready to talk.

“Can you tell me what happened, baby?” Jane asked in the softest tone she could measure, pulling Nymphia to sit fully on her lap. She watched her girl make herself smaller inside the hoodie and hide her face on her chest, inhaling deeply.

“My mom and I got into a pretty big fight on the phone…” she started, hot tears wetting Jane's uniform shirt. She didn't care. “It was my fault, of course. I can't expect an old lady to change her ways, it's me who should be patient and–”

“And you are,” Jane interrupted. “Your mom knows that, baby girl. She knows how much you care for her no matter the fights.”

Nymphia stayed on crying, so all Jane did was rub circles on her back and control her tongue. She found herself mere seconds away from telling her that crying over it would not fix a fight, and all she had to do was to wait it out until the next day, when she could message her mother and settle things for once.

If it were anyone else, Jane would have given that advice already, and probably would’ve felt pretty good about herself at that. Not with Nymphia, though, not the sweet, anxious soul she had. She felt things too intensely, couldn't handle not being able to instantly work through a tough situation. Jane had to be patient with her.

“I just wish I didn't lose my temper,” she whispered in a shaky voice after minutes of silence. Jane chuckled when Nymphia pulled a face, thankfully earning her another chuckle in return.

“Well, do you think you can fix it next time? Like, talk to her without losing your mind?” Jane asked in a playful tone.

A soft nod was her response. “There you go, baby. You just gotta wait for the next time you talk.”

Nymphia nodded again, and she took her hand in hers.

“So, when are you gonna apologize for stealing my favorite hoodie and my blanket?”

The silly accusation made Nymphia laugh out loud, shrugging apologetically in spite of her smile. “M’sorry, they just… You weren’t here and they smell like you, so they make me feel a little bit better.”

If her heart skipped a beat at the adorable confession, it wasn’t anyone’s business. And if she blushed at the thought of her girlfriend needing her this badly, at least she could bury her face in Nymphia’s hair so it wasn’t visible.

“I can cover you in my scent now, if you’ll let me,” she replied quickly and wiggled her eyebrows, her second nature of keeping things unserious kicking in.

Nymphia kicked her leg as Jane’s hands flew to her waist, but when she spoke again, her voice gave away the laughter.

“Evil.”

#for the anon who requested the same prompt too!#mine #planymphia

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casuallycryptidcider · 1 month ago

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OC Deep Dive — Lattie

Tagged by @kavalyera! I do not own the images used above.

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Being perceived at all by other kindred. She likes to be with the humans or blend into the background. She’s also very shy towards others and has somewhat of a speech disorder and tents to stutter a lot (so speaking to people in general can be scary for her)

Do they have any pet peeves?

People talking over her/people not listening to what she has to say. Usually when she talks it’s to mention something, so she hates to not be heard

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Old movie posters, a conspiracy board that is completely focused around the current human she is stalking, and a vase that Delilah got her (Note: everything is in greyscale in her room but the vase Delilah got her)

What do they notice first in a person?

First thing she notices is how alert they are. Lattie is an observer and is always looking out for her next subject to stalk research. What she first looks for tho is how interesting are they

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Around 8 physically, she gets more hurt emotionally tho

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Lattie mainly goes into flight mode. She’s not much of a fighter, but will help if she perceives those around her as in danger. Her typical go to action is throwing the nearest object (such as her squirrel) or throwing people she cares about out of the danger zone (happened with Delilah)

What animal represents them best?

Probably a big cat like a panther. Something that seems scary and kinda solitude, but also is like a cat at heart

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Tall goth lady

Do they have any hobbies?

Outside of stalking humans for research? She loves to watch theory videos on franchises she has never seen (she really enjoys the passion people have behind their arguments). Her favorite YouTuber is MatPat 💀

Tagging anyone who would like to be tagged

#oc: lattie ditzler #vtm #wod #about Lattie Ditzler

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mamirhodessxox · 1 year ago

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Daddy’s Girl!

Dad!Leon Kennedy x Mom!Reader

Content- Fluff!!!!, Leon being a girl dad, D/N (Daughter’s name) entering teen life & having Leon shitting bricks in the process, BOYS BOYS BOYS BOYS!!!! Needless to say this is NOT the easiest time for Leon

Desc- D/N is now entering girlhood & teenage life & it is setting her father Leon into orbit, needless to say as much as he is proud of his daughter growing & becoming mature she will always be his spoiled little girl <3

Blue for Leon Pink for Reader Purple for D/N

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It was finally that stage of D/N’s life that Leon despised thinking about, She was finally a teenager, 15 years old and already stressing out her father, although she was responsible & had outstanding grades to the point where Leon attempted to convince her to go to Harvard it was still hard on him, 2 seconds ago he literally watched her be born by her beautiful mother ever. You. And now here she is sitting at the dinner table studying with her ears stuffed with head phones blasting Nicki Minaj at a ridiculous volume, It was dinner so he teasingly snatched her headphones and snagged away her homework “Dinner time c’mon you know that geniusery is not allowed at the table when we eat” “dad what the hell!” “Language young lady” You snickered in the kitchen at the two’s bickering. It wasn’t going to be ending anytime soon.

And of course being a teenager had ups and downs and one of the biggest ones were boys & sneaking out. That’s right. B O Y S…. The biggest thing Leon dreaded, he did not want to see his babygirl fall in love and experience her first heart break he dreaded it, he thought about it since the day she was born and it easily had him entering a heart attack within 0.3 seconds. One day you were sitting in the living room with D/N and she kept giggling at her phone while Leon was cleaning up the table and staring her down with squinted eyes, “Whatcha smiling at pretty girl?” D/N smiled again as you asked her your teasing question and set her phone down all giddily “nothin’ just talking to a boy from my geometry class, he’s super cute and asked me out on a date.” Thump! Was the sound of Leon falling on the ground going into ‘cardiac arrest’ (not really) “Dad!? Are you okay!?” “Oh my god Leon stop being dramatic”

You can only imagine what happens when D/N goes on this date with the boy & the moment Leon met him, Leon stood right in-front of the door awaiting the doorbell to start ringing and what do you know? It rings “dad your being ridiculous” Leon ignored his daughter and opened the door with a stiff face staring down the teenage boy which caused the poor kid to start stuttering and shaking “M-Mr ken-kennedy! A pleasure to- to meet you!” “What are your intentions with my daughter? You know I work for the government right? You bring her back any later than 9:00 PM on the dot i will wipe out your entire existence.” “Ignore him Jacob..”

Wanna know what Leon did when he was waiting for D/N to come back from her date? He sat in the the living room staring out of the window LITERALLY holding a pistol & a metal baseball bat in his lap, and lucky for Jacob he dropped D/N 1 minutes before 9:00 hit the clock, He hugged your daughter goodbye & waited until she entered the house safe and sound “I think me and him will get along pretty well don’t you think?” “Shut up.”

And then there was the first time where you both watched D/N try to sneak put of her bedroom window to go to a party but got stuck due to her dress getting snagged “And what in gods name do you think your doing?” “Uhhh…rescuing the neighbors…cat??” D/N definitely faced consequences for that very reason but Leon didn’t have the heart to ground his daughter so he let her off.

And then came the awaited heart break. D/N & Jacob had dated for 6 months straight & he dumped her over the phone, You & Leon were sitting downstairs watching tv and then see a phone get thrown from upstairs with a door slam & a loud scream of frustration “fuck.” Leon immediately knew what this was about & he rushed into the garage looking for his metal bat and you had to chase after him “Leon don’t you dare! You leave that boy alone now!” “Absolutely fucking not? He broke my little girl’s hear-“ “you don’t even know if he broke up with he-“ and then you heard another scream “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!!!” That night Leon literally went over to Jacobs house and started banging on the door & soon welcoming himself in when his mother opened the door “I’m so sorry ma’am..” both you & his mother watched as he made his way upstairs to find D/N’s ex and all you heard was a muffled: “Listen here you little shit I warned you I would wipe out your entire existence now you’re going to go to school tomorrow and give my daughter a proper goddamn apology.”

Soon afterwards you watched Leon walk downstairs back towards the door holding the bloody that surprisingly wasn’t bloody “See you at Parent Teacher nice Janice.”

And let me tell you. Jacob gave D/N the apology of a lifetime. But what was the most difficult part for Leon is watching His daughter slowly get used to the next few breakups. But then time came around to where she was finally 18 & graduating highschool.

The final piece to his home videos collection, you & Leon sat in the auditorium filming the ceremony and once the principal announced “D/N Scott Kennedy” You immediately stood up clapping and then heard a loud shout “THAT’S MY DAUGHTER, MY BABY GIRL IS GOING TO HARVARD!!!” “Leon lower your voice!” The moment she got her diploma and went off stage Leon practically threw the camera in your hands and ran towards her & immediately wrapped her into a big warm fatherly hug that showed how proud he was to be her father.

It was safe to say that D/N’s teenage years were definitely interesting & more stories involving her childhood were to come soon as there was a box full of them <3

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quills-of-freedom · 2 years ago

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Annie Leonhart Relationship, Vibe & Various

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As we all know, Annie is a withdrawn and cold individual. But if you manage to carve your way into the ice-cold exterior, something warm and fuzzy may just surprise you.

Even in a modern AU Annie is a pretty sporty lady; she loves playing sports, MMA, fencing and the like. She and Mikasa actually get on pretty well once they're a little older, often doing these activities together.

Has a secret soft spot for scented candles. Her place is littered with them - won't light them though because it "only ruins them" I don't make the rules, she does.

Not huge on PDA.

Makes an effort on special occasions like birthdays etc but not overly affectionate on normal days. She enjoys a quiet cuddle with you while watching a movie but she's not going to be smooching you in the street.

Ideal dates

Annie does not enjoy being fawned over and the centre of attention, so she would prefer somewhere quiet where people you know won't bump into her and make a big deal out of the fact you're on a date.

Oh, take her to an old and forgotten thrift store or one of those weird shops every town seems to have, where they sell crystals, incense and grinders. She'd love it. Probably pick up some candles while she's there.

She's innocent though when it comes to drugs, so she'll think a grinder is a yo-yo at first.

Hiking. Rock Climbing. Camping. All of these things she adores, so huge bonus points to you if you enjoy them too and take her away for a weekend to do this.

Modern Au

Since she's a big sporty spice and a bit of a tom-boy at times, she likes a good drink in a sports bar with the boys. (And Mikasa)

When Annie is drunk she just talks a little more and has a flushed nose bridge/ tops of cheeks. She's never really been known to make an ass of herself due to alcohol. Hornier though, but we'll get to that.

Like Mikasa, will need to be dated for a little while before she'll allow you to be intimate with her.

Drives a big white car. I can just envision it.

Has a thing for Italian food and restaurants. Loves spaghetti Bolognese and parmesan.

NSFW

So first off, kitty likes to scratch. I've cannoned a few times that she has long fingernails and tens to dig those claws into your back/arms/thighs. Even when giving you oral she gets so turned on those nails will sink into your skin. If it bothers you, she'll avoid doing it unless she's orgasming - all control is gone then, sorry.

Her erogenous zone is her ass. Spank, slap, grab, massage... all will get her feral.

Annie is mostly a dom/top but she can switch and allow you to take control if she's feeling particularly soft that day.

Once she's comfortable with you, she isn't shy about letting you know she wants sex. Sometimes just rubs herself against you like a cat in heat or even grabs the top of your trousers and pulls you to the bedroom.

Her genitals are small, neat and pink. Tastes like marshmallows.

Adores riding your face.

Annie, when single, masturbates quite often. She has a lot of Cortisol built up from all of the sports / fighting she does, and it's a great way to replace that with some dopamine.

Kinks

Hair pulling. She'll tug at yours a lot. And if she's feeling submissive, loves it when you pull her hair.

Oral sex. To her, nothing beats the feeling of your warm, textured tongue encasing her most intimate area. And she gets a huge thrill out of having her lips wrapped around your sex too.

If you're wanting to have her in a softer mood, praise her. Treat her like the queen she is; compliments galore. She'll blush and shrug them off at first, saying you're being dumb; but continue while you're getting her warmed up for a good pudding pounding, then she'll be a crimson mess and allow you to ravish her to your heart's delight.

If you take this praising route, her orgasm will be earth shattering.

After a particularly stressful / hard day, loves nothing more than just hopping on your dick / strap and riding you into glory.

Deep Penetration. When she's particularly feral, loves nothing more than having her toes up by her head as you dip into her and crashing into her cervix. She'll cum multiple times doing this.

Aftercare

If she's cut you up pretty bad with those nails, she'll apologise and offer to clean them up for you - she doesn't want your pleasure wounds becoming infected.

A lot of the time she's a no-go after she's orgasmed. If you're a female who can orgasm or a man who knows what it can be like after you've satisfied a woman, then she's like that. Blank staring, ears ringing, and floating on a cloud for a few minutes after. She won't be able to walk for a little while.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 6/10

Affection 4/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 6/10

#annie leonhardt headcanons #annie leonhart #snk annie #aot annie #annie smut #annie attack on titan

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frozenlight-gvf · 1 year ago

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Strawberry Wine: Part Three

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader enemies to lovers)

summary: after a terrible accident, y/n finds herself hurting in more ways than one.

word count: 2.6k

warnings (for this part): talk of injury, a small bit of angst… not many warnings tbh

a/n: this is the final part… for now! who knows, in the future i might find myself needing to write more for this series so idk we shall see i suppose!! also, i listened to “need you now” by lady a while writing the beginning of this part so maybe give it a good listen if you have the desire to do so

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The afternoon sun spilled onto the worn carpet of your bedroom, creating a bright, warm spot for your cat to curl up in. She was snoozing blissfully as you stared up at the ceiling, your fingers fidgeting with the old cotton quilt on your bed. The breakfast your mother brought you sat untouched on your bedside table. It had been two days of being bedridden, and you were just about ready to claw your own eyes out.

Doctor’s orders were no reading, no TV, no physical activity of any kind, and no horses until you were feeling better. To make matters worse, Susannah canceled all lessons for the rest of the month to make sure you had plenty of time to heal, which meant that the ranch was devastatingly quiet and still. You missed hearing the giggles of little girls and the laughter between friends that would ring through the trees and dance through the tall grass. But for the rest of July, the only people at Nightingale Ranch would be you, Susannah, and Daniel.

Out your bedroom window, you had a good view of the barn. You spent most of your time staring through the glass, watching the breeze make waves over the fields and the sun inch slowly across the sky. But you also watched Daniel work. Even without lessons being held, someone still had to take care of the horses.

He had a job to do, and you understood that.

But you didn’t understand why he hadn’t come to visit you even once.

The last time you two spoke was when you were discharged from the ER the night of your fall. Your mother on one side of the bed, Daniel on the other, the nurse looked between the two as he shared instructions for taking care of you over the next few days. And Daniel had been nodding along and listening intently.

They rolled you out in a wheelchair. You knew you were fully capable of walking, but when you tried to protest, the nurse, your mother, and Daniel shut you down. Daniel’s hands were loose on the handlebars as he pushed you through the sliding doors of the hospital exit out into the darkened parking lot, your mother walking beside Danny and poring over the stapled packet the nurse had handed her detailing a daily schedule for grade two concussion aftercare. She mumbled through it, occasionally making her words clear so Daniel could hear. The three of you approached Susannah’s dusty, decades-old silver SUV.

“She should take Tylenol instead of Advil if she’s hurting. Something about ‘risk of bleeding?’”

Daniel nodded. Like he’d personally be the one handing you the pills and holding a bottle of water to your lips.

“Rest up, Y/N,” Daniel said, pressing one of his hands to your shoulder. “I, uh… just– let me know if you need anything.”

You smiled as you watched him cross the parking lot, heading towards his pickup. The red glow of his tail lights slowly pulled away as your mother helped you into the passenger seat of her car. You wished he was the one driving you home. You wished he would squeeze your hand tight and press kisses on the tops of your cheeks and tell you how much he loved you.

Soft knocks at your bedroom door brought you back to reality.

“Honey? You hungry for lunch?” Susannah pushed the door open and leaned on the doorknob. Her greying hair was twisted up in a claw clip, and a light button-up hung from her narrow frame.

You shook your head, quickly wiping a tear. But not before your mother could notice.

“Oh, sweetie…” she said, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. Her gentle hands stroked your hair. “I know you’re frustrated. And I know you miss your students and the horses. But you gotta give your brain time to heal up.”

You only nodded, your throat squeezed up tight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying. A small swell of relief washed through you at the thought that your mother perhaps didn’t know the exact reason for your tears.

Susannah clucked her tongue in sympathy, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked quietly, still petting your head.

She then paused, noticing how you wouldn’t meet her eyes. She followed your gaze out the window and towards the barn, where Daniel was outside, walking Guinevere back from the pasture.

A moment of knowing silence between a mother and her lonely daughter.

“Do you want me to bring him up to see you?”

Your heart froze. You knew she had seen the way Daniel had rescued you. How he had cared for you and sat by your bed in the emergency room, making sure you never once woke up from your fitful bursts of sleep alone.

“No, mama,” you responded, your voice slightly hoarse. Truthfully, you wanted to see him more than anything. But you wanted him to want to, not to do so at the order of his boss.

“Are you sure? I know I’m not the best company,” she said with a little laugh.

She sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line, searching for her words.

“He cares about you, baby.”

“No, he doesn’t—“

She put up a hand, stopping you.

“But you have to let him care.”

With that, she gave you a few pats on your leg and stood up to leave. You watched her close the door, leaving you with her words hanging in the air like swords about to drop and slice you into pieces.

How were you supposed to just let Daniel care about you? Especially since he hasn’t made any effort to convince you to do so?

You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again. You hadn’t always had claws. But after getting used and heartbroken by one too many careless men, you had decided to stop being soft. You couldn’t afford it anymore.

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The sun had finished its journey across the sky, sending the landscape outside your window into a deep blue darkness. The warm lamp beside your bed kept the night at bay, and with the loss of the sunshine, your cat decided your lap was a more preferable place to sleep.

More soft knocks at your door.

“I’m not hungry, mama.”

The figure that appeared behind the opening door was much taller and broader than your mother.

Daniel looked out of place in your bedroom— too rugged for such a soft place.

You shot up, sitting against the headboard of the bed, your jaw slightly clenched. Daniel gave a timid wave. He stalled in the doorway, looking around your room with gentle eyes. His gaze roamed, catching on framed pictures, stuffed animals, and glow-in-the-dark stars somehow still stuck on the ceiling above your bed. Your cat chirped and hopped off your lap, purring as she wove between Daniel’s ankles.

He cleared his throat softly and spoke in a quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

You swallowed, trying to find your voice after hardly speaking in a couple days. “I’m fine.”

There were countless unspoken words in the way he was looking at you. You waited for him to explain his behavior in the emergency room, why he hasn’t come to see you, why he was here now, why he could be so intimate with you and then pretend it never happened, why he never stopped teasing you—

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you fine?” he said, clearing his throat again and looking down.

You stared at him, then your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers, your tongue darting out to relieve your dry lips. You found yourself shaking your head. Your jaw was clenched tight.

He nodded, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Um. Is there… anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it. You let out a bitter chuckle. How did he not know that all you wanted was to be held by him? Or maybe he did know, and this whole thing was just another cruel torment.

“Did my mom tell you to come up here?” Your eyes flicked back up to study his face.

“What?”

“My mom. Did she tell you to check on me?”

He sighed, his head falling slightly. He took a deep breath, and released it as he spoke. His shoulders slumped as he gently, nervously tapped his fist on the doorknob.

“She, uhh… she suggested it, yeah.”

You nodded sharply, your suspicions confirmed. You ground your teeth.

“You can go.”

Daniel’s head shot up, his eyes confused, bordering on pathetic.

“I said, you can go. You obviously don’t want to be here. You’ve checked me off your chore list, so you can go home now, Daniel.”

Your words came out sour, bursting off your tongue like scorching sparks. The anger within you was simmering, and it made your fragile head hurt.

“You’re not a chore, Y/N.”

The softness of his voice gave you pause for just a moment, but you were growing tired of his extremes— you either got the caring gentleman or the quippy rogue. You just wanted the truth.

“I clearly am. Anything your boss tells you to take care of is a chore.”

“She didn’t force me to do anything, Y/N—“

“I don’t want you here.”

Daniel scoffed, his hand flying up in a gesture of frustration. His voice was raspy with quiet irritation.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

As he turned to leave, you raised your voice, and he stopped.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

He turned back around, one of his hands rubbing his forehead, as if he was the one with the concussion. His voice was sharp.

“I’m here now, and you just told me to leave. I feel like that’s a good enough explanation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me here!” He took a breath to compose himself, shrugging. “Turns out I was right.”

You ground your teeth. For the thousandth time, you found yourself at an impasse with Daniel. You two just stared at each other for a moment. More unspoken words were exchanged that neither of you wanted to give life to.

“Do you want me to go?” Daniel asked softly, his eyes darting up from the floor. His gaze almost looked vulnerable.

“No.”

He nodded. Daniel walked into your bedroom, stepping carefully, like the floor was made of porcelain. He sat softly on the edge of your bed, being mindful of his work jeans on your covers. He put his hand over yours, stilling your fidgeting fingers.

Your eyes met. The moment felt quiet. The tension had eased slightly now that he was touching you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been checking on you.”

“It’s alright. I… I should’ve made it more clear that I wanted you to check on me.”

“No, this is on me, heiress,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Don’t fight me on this. Let me take this one.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, your head dropping. One of his fingers touched your chin to make you face him. Your breath caught, your eyes wide. His touch trailed along your jaw, then he tucked your hair behind your ear, as if to see your face better. His hand settled gently on the back of your neck.

His eyes darted over your every feature, like he was drinking in your visage. You saw Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He took a deep breath.

He started to lean in, but stopped when you flinched a bit in surprise. His voice was desperate and raspy, laced with apology.

“Are you gonna fight me on this?”

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands up to where his shoulder met with his neck. “No.”

You leaned in the rest of the way and let your lips meet. As opposed to every other time you found yourself this close to Daniel, the energy now was peaceful. Your mouths moved in tandem, the usual fevered vigor replaced with tender softness. His hand on the back of your neck brought you close to him, his other hand on your quilt-covered thigh. You couldn’t help the feeling of hope that rose within you– the hope that maybe you’d share more kisses like this with Daniel, rather than always being nothing but fire and poison with him.

He pulled away after a minute or two— not because he wanted the kiss to end, but because he wanted to look at your face again. A soft smile graced his lips, and it spread up to his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light.

“My mom will kill you if she finds you up here kissing me,” you whispered with a blushing smile.

“Then she’ll just have to kill me.”

He leaned back in for another quick kiss, and you giggled against your will. You felt lighter, barely noticing the night outside your window.

~~~

Susannah opened your bedroom door the next morning, carrying a little knowing smile rather than a breakfast plate.

“How’d you sleep last night?”

You froze for a moment, hoping that Danny’s escape out your window last night after making out for hours and his subsequent climb down the trellis didn’t wake your mother.

“Good. You?”

She still hasn’t lost her smirk. Your hope was fading.

“Someone has a little surprise for you.”

Your hope was suddenly back, and it was back in spades.

“What?” you asked, unable to keep the smile out of your voice.

Susannah came to your bedside, helping you out of bed. You decided not to push her supportive hand out from under your arm like you have done the past couple days. You let her accompany you down the stairs and out onto the front porch, the fresh air and the warmth on your skin feeling euphoric after being caged up.

Daniel stood at the bottom of the wooden porch steps, holding a picnic basket in one of his hands and a blanket over his arm.

He looked endearingly shy as he shrugged slightly and spoke.

“I figured you might want to spend some time outside.”

You heard him leave off “with me” from the end of that sentence.

Susannah took her hand off of you, letting you go to Daniel. You were surprised she was even allowing you to be outside; she kept saying that the sun in your eyes might hurt your head. But right now, the sunshine felt like a balm to your soul. Or maybe it was Daniel smiling at you.

You descended the few steps towards him, wobbling only once. Daniel reached out his free hand, offering you his help. You took it.

Strawberry juice dripped down your chin. Daniel leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb. He smirked as he brought the finger to his mouth, letting the sweetness spread over his tongue.

He had laid the blanket out in the back pasture, and Guinevere was grazing lazily nearby. You didn’t learn until later that Daniel had led her out earlier that morning so that you could be near her. A small gesture, but one that meant the world to you.

Daniel suddenly laid down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him. He was warm and solid, something wonderful to hold onto.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled up at you.

Words of “what are we?” and “where do we go from here?” threatened to drip from the tip of your tongue and splash onto his cheerful face. But you held them back.

Right now, you didn’t care what the two of you were. Or what you might someday turn out to be, or not to be. All you knew was that this felt good. This felt good for you right now. And that was enough.

Kisses like strawberry wine in the sunshine were enough.

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