#as unpleasant and kind of scary it was it was. . . kind of a relief to have other people see what he gets like sometimes?

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

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[kidstemplatte]

I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone.  i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

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a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint,  but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

hi liddy! i saw the post you rbed about blocking liberally, which i’m very much on board with, and it reminded me of something i’ve been thinking about a lot lately and i’m curious about your thoughts.

i’ve noticed that the culture in fandom, maybe specifically the drarry fandom maybe not, is to not engage with things that make you upset, which i think comes from this same root of it feels like crap for everyone and is a self protective choice. that arguing on the internet is pointless and hurtful and it’s better to just look away and move on. but it seems like that turns into folks feeling like they can’t or shouldn’t call out real problems. whether it’s racism or ableism (etc) in fic, issues with modding or beta-ing, interpersonal drama, etc - if the culture is to block and move on, how do we address what does come up in order to keep each other safe? what has been your experience with this, if you’re down to share?

this is such a good question! When I reblogged the post I was thinking mainly about blocking people who post stuff I don’t like so that I don’t have to see it in the tags, essentially because it’s clutter to me. That’s not a particularly serious thing, more just personal preference. This got long so prepare yourself for loosely organized rambling.

I’ve found that fandom’s attitude toward conflict is extremely avoidant. This isn’t specific to drarry or HP, it’s something I have seen in basically every fandom I’ve participated in. Some folks are really uncomfortable with conflict, and it seems to be considered polite not to say anything negative about fanworks and tropes you have a problem with and especially not to publicly take issue with other fans, even ones who are managing the fan experience for lots of people, such as mods.

to some extent, it can be a good thing not to be public about disagreements. The entire fandom doesn’t need to weigh in and take sides on every personal disagreement. That would be a really unpleasant atmosphere and people would leave or be driven out and all that would be left is people who like to fight.

BUT on the other hand, I think there does need to be significantly more tolerance for like. Friction? This anti-conflict attitude favors the status quo, and like. The status quo is kind of steeped in the ableism, transphobia, racism, fat phobia, and even homophobia and misogyny of our larger culture because like. It takes focus and research and constant effort to shed those bigotries, and we are all at different stages in those journeys.

Personally I would feel way more welcome and accepted in fandom if it weren’t seen as like. Impolite to discuss how fandom can do better around things like race in particular. Fandom has turned drarry into an interracial relationship which I love, but sometimes the fannish handling of Harry’s character as a man of color is kind of racist and it would be great to be able to talk about it. once I saw someone say they specifically depict Harry as white because it’s too much trouble to sort out the details of his identity as a person of color and I thought that was SO hurtful and insulting to fans of color. The veneration of Aurors in fandom makes me kind of uncomfortable as a Black fan (acab??) and the treatment of house elves is a fucking mess (your SLAVE character is comic relief?? Really??)

In our particular fandom, canon is SO messy that fanworks seem like a good opportunity to address its messiness. On the other hand, some people don’t care about addressing all the problematic isms in canon and would rather just read and write and draw for sexy reasons or fluffy reasons and aren’t especially interested in taking the source material seriously enough to pull it apart and fix it. Or maybe some people don’t feel like. Informed enough to fix it. Putting yourself out there and sharing your work or even your taste in other people’s work can be really scary. Maybe people feel strongly that more barriers to entry are inherently a bad thing.

Maybe that sense of vulnerability, like we’re all doing something that’s on the edges of socially acceptable that makes everyone so afraid to hear criticism. I don’t see things like callout posts (I recently learned that calling someone out used to mean challenging them to a duel like swords and pistols style!) (Hogwarts era snarry? Pistols at dawn, you villain!) and blocklists anymore but they are not very far in the past. I was going to say we might be overcorrecting but did callout posts and blocklists actually make fandom safer or more moral?

I think a big part of the issue is that fandom is a fucking enormous group of people, united by the fact that we read some book series and we want to make and enjoy fanworks about it, and that is not a lot to have in common. We are going to differ significantly about what constitutes harmonious cohabitation. And of course most people find a little corner of fandom they like the look of and only engage with a few dozen people at a time. That’s much more manageable but like. You still have to be able to talk honestly to people about How We Want To Be (and then sometimes you find out someone doesn’t consider themselves part of your We at all and don’t care how you want to be as long as you leave them out of it).

To me, participating in fandom is about creating relationships and connecting with people, even more than it is about engaging with the source work or enjoying fanworks. It feels very strange to me to be trying to build relationships in an environment where I’m supposed to be unnaturally agreeable. How are they going to know who I even am, if I can only talk about things I like?

But even that is a matter of personal taste! Not everyone enters these spaces wanting to make friends, and there’s nothing wrong with just quietly enjoying the art and keeping to yourself. In which case, maybe conflict in fannish spaces feels more like shouting in the library than healthy relationship maintenance.

All this to say that building relationships and sharing space with other people is always messy and contentious and acting like you can avoid the mess by only saying positive things is self deception. Imposing that standard on the whole group is just. So unhealthy!!! We need a basement for how we treat each other so that people can feel safe that they won’t be damaged by other fans for either making a mistake or drawing attention to an issue.

But how do we establish rules like that so that everyone knows about them and agrees to them? How do we enforce rules? If we successfully establish community standards, how do we share them with new people as they enter? Being a group of humans who want to share things with each other is very fucking messy. These aren’t the kinds of questions you can answer once and be done with it. You have to keep answering them over and over again.

I don’t have a conclusion to this rambling and I have errands to run, so I will leave it here. I appreciate the question!

[landofzero-archive]

Perplex - Prank Intersection 7

Season: Spring

(Location: Starmony Dorm (Kaoru, Yuta, Nagisa's Room))

Kaoru: I’m home~.  Wait huh? The lights are off so is no one else here?

I heard that Ran-kun would be working starting in the evening, but I guess Yuuta-kun hasn’t come back yet either.

Speaking of, today was the prank filming day. Maybe it’s going long……

Well, whatever. If I’m gonna be alone in the room, I might as well relax.

(The lights turn on)

Yuuta: ………

Kaoru: Uwah, you scared me~! If you’re in the room, you should tell me, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: ………

Kaoru: …… Eh, what’s wrong? O~i, if you can hear me, I’d like you to respond.

You’re lying face down on the bed and not moving at all, so I’m a little bit worried too……

Yuuta: Uuuu~……

Kaoru: Ah, that’s a relief. You’re alive, after all.

Making that kind of moaning sound– is something wrong? Could it be that the prank filming went haywire?

Yuuta: ………

Kaoru: …… Ah. Did I actually guess right that it went wrong?

Yuuta: …… That’s right. It was a total flop. I’m so defeated that I can’t even say anything.

Aaah, I’m so pissed off in so many ways……

Kaoru: Ahaha, that’s rough, huh~. So that’s why you’re feeling all depressed.

Yuuta: …… I thought I had done pretty good with this too.

But the Vice Prez took control of the project and crushed me.

I understood the Vice Prez would be a tough opponent. He’s not someone I can just deceive for the fun of it……

But I never expected he’d deal with me so easily.

Kaoru: I see. Looking at the situation, it really seems like Saegusa-kun did a number on you.

Well, they say “if you curse someone, dig two graves.” If you’re gonna play a prank, you better be ready for some painful payback, right?

Yuuta: …… That might be true. However, I’m not going to let it end like this.

Kaoru: Hmmm? What do you mean by that?

Yuuta: I hate getting the short end of the stick, so that’s why I’ll be getting revenge on the Vice Prez.

Kaoru: Revenge, huh. Can you even do that sort of thing?

Yuuta: …… Honestly, I don’t want to owe that guy anything but I decided to ask Rinne-senpai to lend me his strength.

It seems like Rinne-senpai was also thinking of pranking the Vice Prez like I did.

Kaoru: …… Hmm, I gotcha. I never thought that you’d ask Amagi-san to lend a hand.

So that must be how frustrating it was for you. To deal with it, you’re prepared to team up with people you don’t like. 

Ahaha, Yuuta-kun, your persistence scares me sometimes.

Yuuta: Calling it scary is an exaggeration, isn’t it……

Kaoru: No no, I’m not exaggerating. That persistence reminds me of the qualifying rounds for SS, y’know~

Remembering that time still gives me chills.

Yuuta: …… Are we really digging that story back up? You’re really an unpleasant person, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: No no, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining or anything.

I just meant that when you’re serious about tricking someone, you’re pretty merciless.

Yuuta: …… Even if you say that, it doesn’t clear up the mixed feelings at all.

Kaoru: Really? But you two really scared me at that time.

You’re twins, so you did everything possible to trick us. I could tell you were “serious” about it.

Surely, you’re just as skilled at being a strategist as that Saegusa-kun, I think.

Yuuta: …… Maybe, Hakaze-senpai— are you trying to encourage me with that?

Kaoru: More or less. Ahaha, I didn’t do very well at it, did I?

Yuuta: ………

(I’m saying that kind of nosiness makes me feel like a child no matter what I do, and it’s pissing me off.)

Kaoru: Fufu. You’re pissed at me right now, aren’t you, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: …… And what if I am?

Kaoru: …… I knew you would think so. That’s why I’m trying to be careful to not butt in too much.

But when I see a cute junior in trouble, I can’t help but want to call out to them.

After all, I want you two from 2wink to spend your time laughing♪

Yuuta: …… Haah. You’re saying things like that without any shame.

Ple~ase use those pick-up lines on Anzu-san instead of me.

Kaoru: Wh-Why is Anzu-chan’s name coming up there? Isn’t she irrelevant right now?

Yuuta: Ahaha, that side of Hakaze-senpai is like Aniki, so fun to tease~♪

Anyway, thanks for the encouragement. You cheered me up a little bit.

Kaoru: Really? Then I’m glad.

Yuuta: Yes. So please look forward to it and wait for my next prank on the show, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: I’ll be sure to. But, I’m a little worried, y’know~

Yuuta: Worried? About what?

Kaoru: I just thought if things continued like this, you might wind up at Amagi-san’s beck and call.

Yuuta: That’s……

(…… Certainly, I feel like that might happen if things keep up like this. That’s what’s been bothering me the whole time.)

Kaoru: Well, since it’s Amagi-san’s prank, it’s only natural but……

Rather than doing something like “revenge,” I wanted you to leave your own trace behind on it.

A prank is all about the element of surprise. So it’s okay to be “serious” about it and go a bit wild♪

Yuuta: (…… I see. That’s right. “That” was my main reason for appearing on the show.)

…… Thank you very much, Hakaze-senpai. Thanks to you, I know exactly what I want to do.

Please look forward to it. I’ll show you what it’s like to be a “bad boy”♪

(Location: CosPro Offices)

(At the CosPro offices)

Ibara: —I see. So Rinne Amagi-shi is also targeting me for a prank.

He knew I had seen through Yuuta-kun’s prank, so I thought this might happen……

How troublesome. I never thought I’d be chosen as a prank target like this……

Haah…… It can’t be helped. This is also the result of my own carelessness.

Let’s give them a thorough education so they can’t even think of messing around like this.

However…… I never thought my informant would be “you”……

Alright, I’ll go along with your plan this time, Yuuta-kun.

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A Jolly Odd Christmas- 002, the Woods

Chapter 2 of our romp in the land of Saint Nick! Not everything is sweet around here, and both the people and the environment will be cruel to you if you're not prepared. Hopefully some help will come to keep you away from this scary eternal white winter

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The ride was bumpy, uncomfortable, and unpleasant. Each time the reindeer ran over some bump or groove in the uneven path they were traveling, you could feel it as you moved around in the sack. But that didn’t even matter as you tried your hardest to get out of your bindings. No way in hell were you going to stay here and find out what these guys' plans were with you, and from the way they were talking above you, it wasn’t anything good.

“Couldn’t the big guy have been a little bit more generous? He only wished for one human, if we had a couple extra we could have a meal with the boys.”

“If we brought more than one person here the folks would’ve told that big bellied old bastard. Goddamn Saint Nick, bastard changing up the rules just because he felt like it on a whim.”

“Ma misses the taste of human so badly! Recently she’s been whining and complainin’ ‘bout it the closer Christmas gets.” Oh no, this was the kind of stuff Mr. Cedar mentioned in passing. You at least thought you’d be protected from this sort of thing happening, but looks like they were crafty and planned this out. You had to get out as soon as possible. Luckily for you, the binds around your arms weren’t tied tight. All you had to do was lock your wrists closer together…and slowly but surely you could wiggle your way out. The bumping and moving in the back was distracting, and it hurt like hell after a while, but nothing was going to stop you from getting out of here. 

…Perfect! Arms are free, now all you had to do was untie your legs…but then, once you were out, then what? Two bozos riding a sled would be faster, and they’d be looking for you after all this, and they could find you again.

The sack, alongside your arms, weren’t tied up well enough, and with a bit of force from the inside, pushing up against the knot, you managed to get out. Once you could actually see, you saw…trees. Nothing but trees and the path that the sled left. Even then…better now than never.

Taking a deep breath, you JUMPED off the sled and landed in the snow. It cushioned your fall a bit, but it was so, so freezing!! You had to get up, had to leave, and from the looks of it, they weren’t coming back for you. It was freezing, even with your coverings, you could still feel the wind free the water on your face, and make your teeth chatter. But all you had to do was follow the path left behind by the sled. You didn’t know how far you had gone, but from the looks of it, you couldn’t see any city lights whatsoever. Just trees and the dark, only the moon to even light your path. 

You couldn’t hear the sled, instead all you could hear were the sounds of wind, snow fall, and the occasional animal running past you in the snow. Just your luck, it seemed to get colder and colder, and the snow began to pick up. Even worse, now, the tracks were completely covered. 

“No…no no no no!!” you exclaimed, looking around. It was dark, you were lost, and it was getting colder, and colder. Even in such a magical place, something a kid would dream of coming to, there was still harsh and bitter cold. You couldn’t give up, no matter how much it stung when you blinked, no matter how much it hurt whenever you took a breath in from the sheer cold. You couldn’t give up…

Just keep walking…if you couldn’t find your way back…those guys couldn’t either…Don’t give up…

You tripped, falling to your knees, and the snow only picked up from there. It was even colder, who knew what time it was, and with it being night, there wasn’t even any relief coming from the sun out in the daytime. You couldn’t have been walking for that long…right? But it seemed the more you walked, the stronger the snow was. 

This was awful, you wanted to just lay down and rest, but there was nowhere to rest. Nowhere to warm yourself up. Just cold. And just your luck, as the cold was persisting, and the moon almost seemed completely gone amongst the clouds, you saw something close to you in the dark.

A pair of white boots looking down, and a pair of glowing blue eyes looking up.

The snow was moving too fast, and the night was too dark to see anything else of this person. But it seemed to grow even colder the second you saw this man. You wanted to cry from the cold, but you knew your tears would just freeze up if you even tried to.

“...Are you cold, sweet one?”

The man spoke. A deep, calm, smooth voice. And of all the things he could ask you?! You wanted to answer, to yell at him that yes you were cold! But from the way he asked you, to the way you could vaguely see his head tilting in a mocking manner to look at you. This almost seemed like a riddle. He wanted you to answer that you were, indeed, cold, but you were afraid he might do worse if you did.

“N-no, no…” you muttered, your teeth chattering as you did. The storm picked up. You could feel the snow piling onto your body it was going so strong. This was hell. But the man kneeled down, and you could still only see his bright blue eyes in the dark.

“Are you cold…my dear?” Again?! He asks this again? You wanted to punch this guy, to grab him by the throat and cut him open to steal whatever warmth he had, you were that cold.

“N-n-no…” you could barely speak, opening your mouth to let in any cold air almost felt like the weather wanted to freeze you from the inside out. The man grabbed your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. You could see a thin, sunken face, strong and sharp features, and long white hair, as the man looked at you with the stoicism of a funeral director. 

“Are…you…cold…?”

“N-NO!!!” you yelled at him this time, right in his face even if it felt like your lungs would freeze over if you left your mouth open for too long. 

You don’t remember what happened. The last thing you remembered was your eyelids fluttering close as you fell into the man's arms, desperate for any sort of warmth, anything so you wouldn’t die here forgotten in the snow.

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You jolted out of bed, as if you were awakened from a nightmare. It seemed to be…morning. Oh! Oh…that was all a dream. You felt warm, safe, like you were never in the snow whatsoever. But…looking at the unfamiliar bedroom, and the blue and white bedsheets you were laying in, no, you were still here. And this time, your pajamas were replaced with a long white button up shirt, with the sleeves too long for your arms. Maybe it was time you got up, hopefully that mysterious man, who you assumed brought you here, doesn’t mind you leaving to roam around. 

The room wasn’t any different to the whimsical furniture you once saw at the factory, but what seemed odd was the blue brick in the room, and the windows…it looked like glass, but it seemed to be solid hard ice, that didn’t look like you could easily melt it. Touching the nearest window made your entire body shiver, it was just that cold. 

Not to self, be careful around the windows. 

You stepped outside the room. Okay. The halls seemed empty. And long. This was definitely a mansion of sorts. All the windows had curtains over them, so there was very little light actually getting in. Everything was dim, and a little bit cold the second you left the bedroom. The only other light you could see was down the hall, and you followed that light to a painting. A painting of three men. 

One of the men was rather tall, with a very round yet strong build, dark skin, round gold glasses, and a very curly white beard with long hair. The man next to him was rather burly, with a massive build, gray skin, dark hair, and very large curled goat horns. The final man, smack dab in the middle looked like the man you saw before you blacked out! He had very pale blue skin and long white hair, as well as eerie, piercing blue eyes, and a thin pencil mustache. Though…this might have been an old painting. This picture, the men seemed to look younger…? Maybe…?

“It’s a nice painting isn’t it?” you jolted, and quickly turned around in shock. That man! That stupid freezing cold man who brought you here! You backed away from him, looking up with a bit of fear and anger in your eyes. 

“You…who are you…?” you asked.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he replied, holding a hand up. “I helped you. Had I not found you, you would’ve frozen to death out there long before those dwarves found you again.”

“Yes but…who are you…?” you asked again, a bit more irritated.

“You may call me Father Frost, or Jack, for simplicity. The spirit of cold and winter itself. It’s a pleasure to meet you, beauty.”

“Less a pleasure to meet you, you nearly let me die out there,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and looking away.

“But you’re alive,” he said. “Now I must say, it’s very odd that a human is in this realm. Humans strictly aren’t allowed here, now how exactly did this happen?”

“I know as much as you do on how I got here, and right now I need to find a way back into town and back to safety, before I get kidnapped again by some weirdos,” you pushed past Jack down the stairs, Jack following behind you.

“I could lead you back to town, however I’m not exactly…welcome out in broad daylight,” he said.

“Huh?” you stopped in your tracks. “Why is that?”

“It’s a long story, I shouldn’t even be interacting with you in the first place. I’m merely a force of nature. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“But…” you looked around, looking at the staircase you just came down, the chandelier, and the white carpet below your feet. “You have this entire mansion to yourself. Isn’t that like…lonely for you?”

“Yes, yes it is, but unfortunately the two friends I do have, well…we rarely meet anymore. Not while Nicholas and Krampus are still in a little feud with one another. The few times we do meet up, it’s rather awkward. So…yes, you are correct. Been a bit bored, you’re the most interesting thing that crossed my path, most of what’s around here are animals.”

“So, okay, you’re Jack Frost, and your friends are…Santa Claus and Krampus?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Those two on the painting up there?”

“Yes you’re correct! Happier times, at least before Nickie suddenly grew a bit of a conscience, don’t know what happened during that time, but he’s grown rather soft in the past couple centuries.” You looked back at the painting, as you realized it was the one major thing of note when you looked up the staircase. They all looked relatively young, bright eyed. You regretted being so curious, but you got a bit closer to Jack, sighing to yourself.

“Could I uh…stay here, for a bit? I’m curious about this whole feud. And uh…” you grabbed your stomach, and you could feel it growling. “I don’t exactly have any food to take with me…”

“Poor poor thing,” Jack chuckled. “I’ll get you some food and some actual clothes. Just give me a few seconds, alright?”

“A few seconds? Do you mean a few minutes?”

“Nope.” With a slow raise of his hands, Jack had you floating a couple inches off the ground, with blue and white sparkles swirling around you. Slowly, your clothing began to change and shift, fitting your clothes oh so perfectly to your body as they did. That button up white shirt ended up shifting and changing into a white turtleneck sweater, long brown plaid pants, brown fur boots, all underneath a long fluffy fur coat. With a snap of his fingers, you were placed back on the ground, in this nice, comfy, new outfit.

“Oh…oh wow…” you took the time out to stare down at your clothes. They were so comfy, so warm, and they fit you so perfectly well it was almost uncanny. It felt perfect! 

“I…well…uh…thank you!” you smiled. “This isn’t so bad!”

“Of course dear!” Jack smiled, gently taking your hand and leading you off to the dining area. “It’s been so long since I actually had a guest! I don’t even know what to serve someone who comes here, what do you like?”

“Uh…it doesn’t matter, really,” you replied. It’s odd, his demeanor seemed to take a complete 180 after you agreed to be fed and clothed. He seemed excited to just have someone in his company. I guess since he is well…helping you, it was the least you could do to entertain you. Even if you nearly died due to whatever weird game he was playing…

The dining room was long, with probably maybe 6 or 7 pairs of chairs down the massive table, and at both ends, there was a giant more regal looking chair that almost looked like it was made of ice. Jack Frost ran his free hand across the table, and with that, you saw a glow of white and blue light, followed by a fear appearing wherever he touched. Turkey, ham, a whole basket of bread, various pies and cakes, a tower of fruit, baked potatoes, salads, various beverages like wines, ciders, and sparkling water…

“U-uh…I can’t eat all this…” you said nervously.

“Whatever you don’t eat I can merely wish away, absolutely no issues at all. I wanted variety so that you could have at least something to eat.” Once the entire table was covered end to end in food, plates, and candles, Jack Frost sat at one end of the table, and once you two came to a stop, you grabbed a plate, and started to walk over to serve yourself.

“Uh…how about I just bring the food to you?” Jack asked. 

“No, no, you already did enough,” you nervously waved your hand. “Admittedly all that magic you can do, it’s a bit overwhelming. I’m still getting over the shock of knowing all of…” you waved your hands around. “...This, is real.”

“It’s quite a shock isn’t it?” Jack’s plate was already full when you glanced away from him. “Humans were never meant to see all this. It’s forbidden that we interact with humans up close and personal, and it’s been that way for a while. Pretty sure you being here is a massive violation, who knows what might happen.”

“I'll get sent back hopefully,” you shrugged. “And what do you mean by the fact that you can’t interact with humans up close?”

“It’s the rule that’s been placed. It’s not like all of us are completely benevolent. Violet winter spirits that steal maidens in the night, that eat children that misbehave, hell, even eat people that don’t receive new clothes during the holidays. Quite a few of us are guilty of not being the best people, myself included.” You sat down, more intrigued the more Jack explained this.

“Is uh…is Santa…?”

“He had a bit more of a mean streak too back in the days, but something in him seemed to shape up, and now because of that we all end up taking the brunt of this new rule. Of course we still keep the tradition alive and well, but the night that Nicky boy gives presents to children across the world is the only true time our worlds interact with one another. It’s an odd change, but I have had no desire to try and argue against it.” You looked at Jack Frost, and then looked down at your food, furrowing your brow in thought.

“Then how come I’m here?” you asked.

“It might be some meddling, but only someone with almost as much or as much as Santa’s power could’ve done something of that degree. Maybe they tricked the system. How did you show up…?”

“On some assembly line in the elf workshop thing…”

“Ah! Those elves, they can recreate a lot of things that people want for Christmas, but they can never ever recreate a person. Someone wanted you so badly, so so badly that you ended up here.”

“Well uh…since you I suppose…know Santa, could you in fact…take me to him…? So he can find a way to take me back home?” you asked. “I have people at home that miss me. I don’t want them to worry about me especially during Christmas.”

“Of course…but with all these requests…” Jack clasped his hands together. “I might need something in return for all this.” Your shoulders stiffened up at that. Oh no…what could this man possibly want? This guy can just conjure food and clothes out of nothing with the wave of his hand. What could a man like what want from you??

“U-uh…what would you like in return?” you asked.

“Worry about that after you eat, no need to dwell on that now,” Jack waved his hand nonchalantly. “Go on, you’re hungry after all.” He was right. The smell of the food was so enticing, and looking down at your full plate, it made your stomach growl even louder. So you just shrug, getting relaxed in your seat to eat your meal in silence, more focused on filling your stomach than having a conversation.

Although…maybe you shouldn’t have gone so fast. By the end, you felt so full that it took effort to even lean back in your chair. 

“Uuuugh…oh god that was good…” you moaned to yourself. Jack Frost couldn’t help but chuckle, delicately dabbing the corners of his mouth.

“I’m quite glad you liked it,” he smiled. “If you’re full, I can simply…” With a snap of his fingers, just as fast as the table was filled earlier, it all vanished in a flash. Like it was never there to begin with.

“Do you not get bored sometimes with all that magic you can do?” you asked.

“Oh trust me it does get rather boring. You’re the most interesting thing I’ve seen in a long time.” Jack Frost stood up from his seat. “Well then, how about we discuss that payment?” You sat up straighter in your seat, tensing up. Oh yeah…oh you had to discuss that.

“Wh-what are the terms? A body part, my soul, some sorta allegiance to you? I’m not sure how all this works.” Jack paused, but let out a small chuckle, looking away to try and calm himself.

“Oh I missed humans, you’re all so adorable and funny!” he laughed. “No no, I don’t need any of that. None of what you listed is important to me…or well, one of those things are.”

“One…of those things…?” You were suddenly grabbed, scooped up in Jack’s arms as he looked at you with a bit of a smug grin on his face. Oh…you’re familiar with that look. You knew what he was going to ask you, and Jack could already see your face flush before he even told you what he wanted.

“You realized, haven’t you?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “You can also deny me. Either way I’ll help you take the path back to my good old pal.”

“Well…it’s hard to say no to a pretty good looking well aged man like yourself,” you wrapped an arm across his shoulders as he carried you. “As long as you show me a good time, you have some competition after all…”

“Quite the tongue you got~! Now come with me!” Jack carried you off, seemingly unable to contain his excitement on the way to…wherever he was leading you to. Turns out it was a nice, beautiful, comfy living area. The fire was already lit with a nice blue fire, and there was a polar bear rug on the floor between the fireplace and the beautiful white and blue sofa.

“That’s a fake bear, no worries,” Jack gently laid you on the couch before you could even point that out, and he hovered on top of you with a gentle yet excited grin on his face. He really was tall…being underneath him, you felt so much smaller, and that was such a contrast to Mr. Cedar from earlier. It didn’t take long for Jack to very gently slide his fingers up your shirt, taking the time to feel your soft skin under his quite cold fingers. You stiffened up at the feeling, shuddering in surprise and excitement. 

“I can warm myself…for you, if I’m too cold,” Jack noticed you tensing up under his touch.

“No no, please don’t,” you reached up to rest your hand on his shoulder. “It’s…nice actually, different, but nice~.” You leaned up, softly kissing Jack as you kept a grip on his shoulder. His lips were cold too, like pressing your lips against a glass of water filled to the tip with ice. Jack gasped in the kiss, but you could feel him moaning against your lips while he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You taste..marvelous…” Jack pulled away from the kiss briefly, before suddenly grabbing you in a much tighter embrace and roughly pulling in for another kiss. You could feel the desperation in the way his lips pressed against yours, that yearning for another touch. It was similar to the way Mr. Cedar wanted to touch you, to feel your skin. But Jack seemed to want to control himself more, to savor you nice and slow. He pulled away at your sweater, raising your arms so it could slide right off, and Jack leaned down to leave slow, long kisses all down your neck and shoulders. Each kiss left a mark on your skin, a light blue mark that peppered your body bit by bit. And Each kiss was cold, like ice cubes pressed against your skin. Every time you shuddered against his lips, Jack grew more and more excited. Seeing you shudder made his dormant lust bubbling up inside him. Every blue mark on your body, from your neck, slowly moving down your chest, he went back to, and slowly licked across each and every one he could. His tongue, his mouth, all on those newly sensitive spots, you moaned softly, your breathing getting heavy while you ran your hands through his long, silky, bright silver hair. 

Jack looked down at your pants, almost sneering at the thought of having to take them off, so instead of taking your shirt off without any magic, his hands barely hovered above your legs, and your legs ended up completely bare for him, and he grinned in satisfaction.

“Much easier~!” he smiled down at you.

“I suppose so, I’m getting used to your magic a lil~,” you leaned up for another kiss, and Jack’s hands began to wander slowly down your body, right in between your thighs…up until you could feel his cold, cold fingers press up against you. A thumb against your clit, and an entire shiver went up your body from where he touched you.

“O-oh- oh my god!!” you gasped.

“Is this too cold?” Jack asked, about to let off before you grabbed his wrist to keep him there. 

“D-don’t stop, please please please don't stop…” you moaned. “I-it’s a good kind of cold…I really really like it��!” Jack looked at you, as if he was doing a double take as to what you said, but slowly, his thumb went back to slowly rub circles across your clit. Once a thumb, now two of his fingers gently pinching and swirling against you, getting his fingers more and more wet, until two of them very slowly entered you. Cold all the way from the tip of his fingers down to his knuckles, and the sensation made you go crazy. You gasped, mouth agape in surprise at the sudden sensation, as your grip grew tighter on Jack. 

“F-fuck…” you moaned. “Ohhh…oh that feels good~!” 

“Does it?” Jack asked, looking up at you with a glare of lust and excitement. “I-it’s been a while, and you’re quite the beauty…” His fingers were long and thin, and you could feel them go oh so deep inside of you, practically chilling you from the inside out, and it was all so odd and weird, but at the same time truly amazing…! Jack held you in an embrace in his arm, and you bucked your hips against his hand in desperation to cum against him. He noticed, chuckling before giving your forehead a kiss.

“It feels good, I know, but you must be patient~,” he smirked. “Eager to cum already aren’t we? Can’t have that.” He slowly pulled his fingers out, and you whined in protest, trying to bring his fingers back to your soaking wet cunt, but he took his wrist from your grasp.

“Patience, patience,” Jack demanded. “You’re so adorable and desperate for me, aren’t you? I looove that~!” He laid you back down on the sofa, as Jack slowly brought himself down between your legs, a satisfied grin on his face after seeing just how wet he made you.

Jack gently kissed your clit, before you could feel his tongue glide down your folds, and stopping right back up to roll circles around your clit. He moaned in satisfaction, as well as savoring just how good you tasted, and your legs were absolutely shaking from the sensation. You had to resist just grabbing those long, lovely silver locks of head just to force his head down on you, but you knew Jack wanted patience. So your hands went to your mouth to muffle your moans, before running them through your own hair as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Fuck…! Fuck his tongue felt amazing. 

“Mm…good gods…” Jack pulled away, looking up at you. Your expression was adorable, his ego almost swelled up seeing just how cute you were and how good he was doing.

“Has anyone ever told you how amazing you taste~?” Jack asked. You couldn’t answer, you tried to moan out a word, but he just went back to press his mouth and tongue against you, and you gasped out in pleasure, even more when you could feel his tongue go oh so deep inside of you. 

“A-AA!!” you cried out, losing control and grabbing a fistful of Jack’s hair. He didn’t stop you, and barely even flinched when his hair was suddenly grabbed. He was too lost in just tasting you and making you feel good, touching your warm thighs, feeling you crumble under his touch. How long has it been since he pleasured someone like this? Far, far too long,  he missed it dearly, he wanted to savor this…

You felt soaking wet and sensitive from pleasure, and yet, in the midst of it all, Jack STILL didn’t want you to cum. He pulled his mouth away, and you actually begged for him to continue.

“J-Jack…! Jack please please…!” you pleaded with him. 

“Shhh shh shh I know darling,” Jack had a gentle smile that hid the wild lust burning inside of him. You saw that he had tugged his pants down, his cock fully erect, hovering over you in anticipation. Nearly as long as Mr. Cedar, but this time, much less girthy, and it had a soft icy blue hue. 

You were still oh so sensitive, when Jack pressed the head of his cock against you, not yet entering you, but rather rubbing the head of his cock against your stimulated, swollen clit. Oddly enough…his cock, it didn’t feel as cold as the rest of his touches. His cock was almost as warm as a regular human’s, but still not quite there.

“I’ll be gentle, dear,” Jack smiled. He held onto you, keeping your body close to his while his cock very slowly slid into you. You wrapped your arms around him tight, gasping and moaning softly, bucking your hips and urging him to fill you up. Jack leaned down and kissed you oh so sweetly, before he slid completely into you with ease.

“Oh gods…you’re soaking wet~!” he purred. “Such a perfect gift…so sweet, so soft…so warm!” His thrusts were slow, careful, and each time he delved nice and deep into you, he lingered, practically warming his cock in you, or rather taking the time to enjoy your inner walls squeezing around his cock. Each slow thrust, it made your body hotter and hotter despite just how cold Jack was. It almost felt like you were warming him up, from every kiss, to every gentle caress of his hair, his shoulders, his chest. He felt wonderful, and you could feel your body being pushed over the edge, it was almost torture just how slow he was being with you. You desperately moved your hips in time with Jack’s, but started to go much faster than he was with you. In response, Jack grabbed your hips firm, burying his cock hard and deep inside of you. Even with his slow, slow agonizing pleasure, you were still so sensitive, and because of that, even as you stopped moving your own hips, you couldn’t take much more, and cried out for Jack as your cum soaked his cock, clenching around it as if you wanted to drain him dry.

Jack didn’t pull out, but he paused his thrusts. He looked down at you, your eyes half lidded as your face was flushed. You were almost embarrassed for cumming so much sooner than Jack, but he couldn’t help but laugh, laugh at your adorable, desperate, horny state.

“So eager…so hungry, you’re acting more desperate than I am~,” Jack moaned. “But couldn’t you have waited for me, my dear~?” He pulled out, and you thought he was done with you there, not even worrying about cumming himself, but rather, he slammed back into you, all while you were still sensitive from your orgasm. You nearly screamed out, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt, tears welling up in your eyes from the sheer pleasure. 

“You want this don’t you?” Jack held you in a tight embrace, fucking you nice and hard, leaving you overstimulated as he didn’t even give you a chance to recover. “You whorish, adorable little human~! You want me to fill you up, don’t you?” One hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling your hair so that you could look into his deep, icy blue eyes.

“Go on, tell me how much you want this!”

“I-I…I do, please please please!! Please Mr. Frost!!” you cried out. “Please fill me up, please, I wanna feel you deep inside of me! Keep going, please oh god pleeeeaaase!!” Jack seemed oh so satisfied at your answer, even a bit haughty when you called him Mr. Frost of all things. Holding you tight to his body, grunting and moaning, you felt Jack cum nice and deep inside you, filling you so much that his cum dripped down onto the sofa. He pulled out slowly, looking down at your sweat soaked body in satisfaction. You looked exhausted from that, practically drained, and like you were already about to fall back asleep.

“You’ve satisfied me, my dear,” Jack told you. “And a deal is a deal. Now that I’ve received my payment, I will hold my end of the bargain, and help you go home. For now…” With a wave of his hand, you could feel a nice, warm blanket drape over your body.

“Rest. You’ve earned a nice warm rest. Thank you.” Jack kissed your forehead, and in turn, you leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“Th-thank you…Jack…” you whispered, closing your eyes and fully relaxing. 

“Of course, now go on and take your rest.” You could hear Jack leave the room, and as he did, Jack’s expression grew a bit more puzzled. He had an idea as to who would want you here. He did remember a conversation some years back, a longing for a human companion after not encountering one in years up close…

No, no, maybe that was just some coincidence. At least, Jack hoped it was. Best to get this human home, and quickly.

[bruisingknees]

I got a tag from @notabuddhist :D 

1. are you named after anyone? 

No! As per (regional? Local?) custom my middle names are those of my godparents, but my first name comes from the song Aline by Christophe. 

 2. when was the last time you cried? 

I teared up a little while listening to Delilah Green Doesn’t Care - it has some family/siblings stuff in it that always gets me. 

3. do you have kids? 

No, and I have absolutely no desire for them atm. I think it’s lovely when people who really want (and have all necessary things in order to have them) have them. But the thought of pregnancy, the thought of labor and then the thought of having that child in my life is just extremely unpleasant to me lmao. I very often feel very overwhelming relief that I don’t have kids. 

 4. do you use sarcasm a lot? 

I don’t know, a normal amount lmfao? Probably not a lot, no. 

 5. what sports do you play / have you played? 

When I was a kid my parents made me take Aikido. Now, as an adult, I definitely understand why they did it and where they were coming from - but as a kid with undiagnosed (social) anxiety it was very confusing to me because I couldn’t really grasp why I felt so fucking messed up every week when it was time to go there. I was just so nervous and so anxious every time. And then when I got there it was mainly fine? Exposure therapy didn’t really work for me, as I remember it I was anxious about it till the very end. 

Anyway, I walk a lot now and I have phases where I’ll be really into yoga but I’m in an off phase right now. 

 6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? 

I’m not a very noticing kind of person when it comes to like visual things. (When my dad picked up his new glasses I was like: They look good! Are they very different from your old pair...? And apparently they were lmfao. I also never noticed when friends in HS got their braces removed?? Love being unaware.) 

I think I notice someone’s expression/mood first? Like is this person smiling or not, what kind of expression do they have. Do they look nice lmao? 

 7. what's your eye colour? 

Brown

 8. scary movies or happy endings? 

If there is a scary movie playing in cinemas, that will always be my first choice, very enthusiastically. I adore horror movies, always have. They scare the shit out of me (in the moment) but that’s never stopped me! I’m here to get traumatised!  

A happy ending is a must for me. You’re gonna make me care about something and then have it end in a sad way? Gtfo with that qmdgj. 

 9. any special talents? 

worrying and making my own life a lot harder than it has to be  

10. where were you born? 

Belgium - which is not a Dutch city, as per that viral clip

11. what are your hobbies? 

Fangirling is a hobby, right? I watch a lot of shows - mainly Thai atm.  I’ve read 18 books so far this year, but that’s also something that comes and goes in phases I love going to the movies, finding new places to go out to eat I love cooking and baking and more of those home making things like decorating for the seasons

 12. do you have any pets. 

I have a senior cat - and my parents have two cats, who I basically consider my own because at least the eldest cat we took in when I still lived at home. My brother has two dogs, so I’m also a proud aunty. 

 13. how tall are you? 

167cm (which I think is 5′6?)

 14. favourite subject in school? 

English, cause I was good at it and the teacher was really sweet and pretty. 

 15. dream job? 

I just want a job that makes me enough money so I can get by and afford some luxuaries, and that isn’t mentally tasking lmfao. I wanna get in there, do the job and then get out there lmao. No over time, no bullshit, no anxiety. I’m currently working for my parents and ngl it’s sort of my dream job because it’s stressfree 95% of the time and my bosses are my parents so they’re obviously very lenient. They’re looking at retirement though, so I only have a couple of more years left here and it’s gonna suck to find something new but alas. 

[claratompson]

Chapter 4.

The major, with a slight movement, brought Emmanuelle towards him and away from him, spinning her around in a dance. The girl almost forgot that besides them there was someone else in the hall.

His strong and warm hands pressed her to him, and his gray-blue eyes captivated her, not allowing her to look away.

When the music died down, they smoothly finished the dance, but did not let go of each other. Dieter hugged Emmanuelle tightly to him, fascinated by looking into her brown eyes. The girl tried to even out her breathing to hide her embarrassment from the man’s inquisitive gaze, but she still blushed and was the first to break eye contact, slightly moving away from him.As if waking up from a dream, the Sturmbannführer leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek: “Thank you, Emmanuel, for the dance. You are simply incomparable.”

Hiding her embarrassment, she replied: “You are very kind, Dieter.”

Then they walked to their table. Dieter handed her a glass of champagne: “Here, mademoiselle, drink a little.”

Emmanuel: "Thank you." Taking a small sip of champagne made it a little easier for her to fight the excitement inside her.

All the officers gathered around your table were laughing and joking, and Dieter was with them. Emmanuelle only partially knew German, catching the essence of their conversation out of the corner of her ear. Major Helstrom's sense of humor was strange and absolutely incomprehensible for Emmanuelle. It was difficult to understand whether he was joking or being serious. And the way he spoke about Emmanuel in front of the officers, declaring with all confidence that she is his beloved and allows herself vulgar jokes in her direction made the girl blush and feel disgusted with him. Nevertheless, the girl did not show it, because Dieter does not know that she speaks a little German. She felt stuffy being here, suddenly everything around her became disgusting.

She decided to leave this event. Apologizing to Dieter, she told him quietly: “I’ll be right back, I’ll just be gone for a while.”

He kissed her hand and said: “Of course. Don’t stay long, Mademoiselle Mimieux. Otherwise I’ll get bored.” Making a smile, she got up from the table and headed to the ladies' room. Entering the corridor, she saw a black exit to the right of the ladies' room.

"Great. A great way to get away without being noticed." Taking off her heels, she quickly ran out of the building, heading to her home. Was dark, cold and scary, but she didn’t care. Entering the apartment, she sighed with relief.

"I have no idea what I'll tell the major when he's captured and looking for me. It doesn't matter at the moment. But the way the Major spoke about me, it's terrible." - at that moment an unpleasant pang in my heart from resentment “I don’t want to have anything to do with him. I hope he will leave me alone.”

At this moment, the major looked around excitedly in search of the girl. Restlessly looking at his watch, he realized that the girl had been gone for half an hour.

“Where did she go for so long?” Getting up from his steel, Dieter went to look for the girl.

After searching the entire building and asking everyone possible, he realized that most likely she had left and perhaps even gone home.

Irritated and offended by the girl’s outburst, he immediately went to the car and ordered the driver to take him to her home.

>>>

All this time, Emmanuelle allowed herself to slack and cry a little. In the depths of her soul, she hoped that Helstrom was at least a little, but a noble man.

But it turned out that he was just having fun. She was distracted from her thoughts and feelings of drowsiness by a loud and persistent knock on her door: “Emmanuel, open the door for me immediately!” It was the voice of Major Helstrom.

“Damn it! What should I do? Maybe he’ll pretend to be sick?! I have to at least somehow explain to him why I left the event, leaving him alone. It’s unlikely that he’ll believe me, but it’s worth a try.”

Slowly getting out of bed, she walked to the door and, looking tired and sick, opened the door. The major looked irritated and, to put it mildly, unfriendly, which frightened the girl. "Major.."

Decisively entering the girl’s apartment and slamming the door behind him, the man asked: “You know, Emmanuel, your prank is something! How dare you leave so shamelessly without saying a word to me? You thought I wouldn’t notice your absence?! I..." The girl suddenly felt tinnitus and nausea, which played into her hands, so at least she didn’t have to pretend: “Major.. I...”

Realizing that the girl was feeling bad, he grabbed her around the waist, changing the tone of the conversation: “Emmanuel, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m a little dizzy. It’s just... You have to understand, I felt bad and decided not to disturb you. So I returned home. I didn’t want you to miss out“

Hellstrom: "Emmanuel, without your presence I would definitely I'm losing the opportunity to have a good evening. You should have told me then I would personally take you home, but you’re alone walked along dark streets where anyone could harm a beautiful lonely girl. You got me worried!"

"At least he believed, that's good. So I'm not losing my grip.")

"Excuse me, Major.. I just.." At this moment, the body decided to fully integrate into the role, with which Emmanuelle decided to convince the Sturmbannführer of the reason for her departure. My vision darkened, my legs became weak, and the air seemed to disappear.

“Mademoiselle..” was the only thing she heard before fainting. The major managed to catch the girl, holding her tightly to himself. Picking her up in his arms, he slowly laid her on the bed.

He sat down next to her, looking at her facial features: “How charming she is when she faints. And why did I think that it would be easy for me to carry out Hans Landa’s order this time?! If it turns out that I’m in love with her, then I won’t be able to kill her. It will be beyond my strength!” After 10 minutes, the girl began to slowly open her eyes: “Major? What happened?” - she tried to sit up, but the man did not let her do it.

“Lie down! Don’t even think about sitting down! You fainted, but, fortunately, I was there, again, to catch you.”

("Even now he's trying to flirt with me.")

Looking into her eyes, the major struggled with the desire to kiss the girl and hug her so tightly that she wouldn’t let go. (“It looks like I really got it. I’m uncontrollably in love with Emmanuelle.”) he thought.

The girl looked warily at the major: “Dieter, is something wrong?”

The major wanted to laugh it off, but could not say a word. Never in his life had he experienced such strange feelings for any woman. He wanted to hug her and never let go, kiss her until the air runs out, protect and protect her until... he himself dies. Realizing that Emmanuel was not feeling well, he decided to postpone the confession until next time.

“No, Mademoiselle Mimieux. Everything is fine, I’m just lost in thought. In that case, I won’t disturb you. It’s better for you to rest and recuperate. I think I’ll go. If you allow, I’ll come to you tomorrow, I’d like to check on you.”

Emmanuel;"Yes, of course, Major. You don't need to ask me."

Hellstrom: “And yet my respect for you demands it.”

(“Is this really “respect”?) - she thought. Kissing her hand, he said:

“Get well, mademoiselle. See you later." After that, he quickly left, closing the door behind him.

[ailithnight]

*Sigh* No one continued this so I guess I have to do it myself.

.

Danny woke up.

That in and of itself was a big surprise. He really thought his body was finally giving out on him.

The bigger surprise is that he wakes up feeling. Actually feeling. Long forgotten tactile sensations that are... honestly kind of too much. Which is a stupid complaint to have when all he's wanted for so long was to be able to touch something for more than a few seconds at a time.

He's in a bed. Actually in it. Not drifting on top of it, but tucked into it as it yields beneath his weight. But the sheets scratch at his skin. And something pinches at the crook of his arm. And several other things stick to his chest. And it feels like something is up his nose. And its just so much. A jarring change from emptiness he's known for 4 winters. It's too much. Too much too much too much. He doesn't dare open his eyes, worried the visual stimulation will make the current overload worse.

Something heavy, firm but gentle, and hot touches his face. Stroking away tears Danny hadn't realized he was shedding. He's torn, part of him longing for the blessed feeling of a hand on his skin, but another part screeching at even more when there's already too much.

"Hey. It's okay. You're okay. We can help you now." Danny knows that voice, has been listening to it for so long now. Batman is here. Batman is touching him. Talking to him. Perceiving and acknowledging his existence. Danny would be happy if he weren't so overwhelmed.

A wheezy breath that would probably be a whine if his vocal chords remembered how to work pulls from his throat. Batman's hand pulls away, which is both a relief and a shot of fear straight down his spine. It doesn't stay away long. Just long enough for Batman to say something to someone, maybe a comm.

"He's awake." The hand comes back, both a relief and still too much. Danny's body can't seem to decide whether to lean in to the comfort or flinch away from it, the resultant twitching just making all the everything that much more unpleasant. He wants to sob, but all that comes out is a hitching breath. The sound of a door opening is almost murder on his poor overworked brain, drawing another silent sob to tear through his chest. "He seems to be in pain."

"Can he hear us?" The new voice is soft, gentle, with a familiar midwestern lilt. Danny knows that voice. Aches every time he hears it at the reminder of what he's lost. Superman. Before Batman can so much as grunt, Danny nods. There's a beat of silence.

"Can you open your eyes for us?" Batman; kind, gentle Batman. The Batman who holds and comforts kids when the world is too big and too scary for them. The Batman who Danny has been with for 3 and a half years now, taking comfort in his presence as much as he ached for the care he couldn't have.

But he could have it now because Batman is here and Batman is talking to him and Batman is asking for him to open his eyes. And Danny wants to. Wants to know that this is real and not some dream or hallucination or new hell.

So despite the everything already bearing down on him, Danny steadies his nerves and cracks open his eyes. Just a bit. Just for a few seconds. Long enough to catch his eyes on the blurry but familiar figure. Then he squeezes them shut again. He was right. The visual on top of everything else was too much. His stomach pitches and rolls with nausea.

"Does it hurt?" The way his thoughts are scrambling, Danny isn't really sure if what he's experiencing is actual pain or just extreme discomfort. Danny isn't sure he remembers what pain is anymore. Even the way his body was slowly cannibalizing itself while his core strained under the pressure of keeping him alive without adequate sustenance for either half of him had long since faded into a background hum of uncomfortable. The way Danny wheezes is a clear non-answer.

"Can you speak?" Danny shakes his head. "Superman, will you call Manhunter? And Constantine?"

"Sure thing, Bats." Batman continues stroking away tears while Danny continues to flounder in overwhelming tactile sensations. But, as quiet seconds tick by, the overwhelmingness of it all fades. It doesn't quite vanish, but does decline from an all encompassing, crawling itch along every inch of his skin; to a bearable buzzing that only kind of grates on his frayed nerves. His tears trickle to a stop even as the warm hand continues to stroke his cheek. With a deep breath, Danny's body finally settles on leaning in to the comfort.

A few moments later, he risks opening his eyes again. It takes several seconds for the hazy image to sharpen into a clear picture. But once it does, a fresh wave of tears spill down his cheeks. These, tears of relief. Because there's Batman. Even behind the cowl, Danny can tell Batman is looking at him. At him. Not through him. Not around him. Not squinting and frowning at the "empty" space Danny is occupying under his cape. Batman can see him. And if Batman can see him, maybe he can help. Or if Batman can't help, maybe just care about him. Maybe Danny won't have to wither away alone and unknown.

The sound of the door opening rattles in his ears, briefly pushing him back into everything being unbearably too much and sending his thoughts scattering like shattered glass. All Danny can do is squeeze his eyes shut again and wait for all the everything to settle back down. The strange sensation of something prodding at his brain does not help. Despite how clear it is that the prodder is trying to be gentle. Much nicer than when They opened his skull and jabbed at his grey matter. The sharp intake of breath send his thoughts scattering again. But if Danny had the presence of mind, he'd probably be grateful for it this time. The less he thinks of Them, the better. Soon enough, the prodding relents, settling into a gentle weight in his mind.

"He is overstimulated." The speaker is blessedly quite and the voice familiar. Martian Manhunter. A real life alien from Mars. When Danny first landed in this world, he's been so excited to discover there were aliens living among humans. He'd had so many questions burning to be asked. About Mars and Space and the evolution of life on another planet. If just existing wasn't so much right now, perhaps Danny could recall those questions and the excitement that came with them.

"Well no bloody fuckin wonder! We have no idea how long he was stuck Inbetween." Well, the hissing Brit may not know, but Danny does. It's a little hard to form coherent thought around the everything, but he must succeed.

"Four winters." The room goes deathly quiet for a long moment. Long enough for the everything to settle back into an uncomfortable buzz so Danny can open his eyes again. Four pairs of eyes are staring at him. For one irrational moment fear slinks down his spine. It's all he's wanted for so long now, to be seen. But now that he is, for just one microsecond his mind flicks back to the last time he was caught under scrutinous gaze. Thankfully, before those memories have the chance to full resurface, Superman speaks up.

"How did you survive that long?" Danny lets his mind wander over memories. The bits and bites of food and drink he could sometimes convince corporeality to let him have. Plus his healing factor acting as a crutch. But then the ectoplasm that sustains all his powers waning as his ghost form slowly ran out. Until he couldn't even transform anymore to further slow his biological processes.

"He is a meta. With great effort and concentration, he could occasionally become present enough to eat and drink. Otherwise, he relied on a healing factor to support him. However, his powers need some energy source his mind identifies as ectoplasm. He had some reserve when he came here, but whatever this substance is, our world seems deficient in it."

"Hn." Danny expects Batman to ask about ectoplasm. Already he is trying to focus enough around the everything to imagine a coherent answer to that. Which makes Batman's actual question all the more blindsiding. "What is your name?"

His name? Right. He has a name. All people have names. . It's how people refer to each other. Acknowledge each other as real, living people. It's just been so long since he's been acknowledged. His name is... it's... it's on the tip of his tongue. A distant echo ringing in his ears that sounds like Sister. He knows it. Maybe if all the everything could stop for a moment, he could think clearly enough to remember. Cause he does. He does remember it. He knows. He's... He is... He... he... he...

"He cannot recall."

Dp x DC crossover prompt

Ok so I was watching rise of the guardians and whent oh I have an idea. So I've seen the prompts where danny gets stuck in the DC verse and his powers conform to DC logic. Well there, ghosts are invisible.

So let's put this together. Danny scared, hurt, and tired, gets yeeted to the DC verse by either running from ghost hunters or just getting lost in the ghost zone.

So danny hearing about this world haveing heros and deciding to try and track down the heros. Only for them to ignore him?? He trys to get their attention in his human form, no luck. He helpd multiple heros as phantom and they acted like he didnt exist.

So danny getting fed up flys up to their space base and walks straight into a big important meeting. But no matter how much he yells, crys, or pleads nobody bats an eye at him.

At this point a certain blond decides to finally show up to the meeting to see a kid breaking down in the conference room begging for help and his colleagues ignoring him. Constantine really needing a smoke before dealing with this situation.

[firsttarotreader]

Is Pedro afraid of flying/airplanes? If so what does he do to cope, given that he flies all the time?

Hello! That’s an interesting question, anon! I started it by asking directly if he is afraid of flying/airplanes. The Major Arcana were The Hierophant, The Emperor and The Lovers.

The Hierophant could be pointing to him knowing he has to do it. It’s part of his life and part of his obligations, so it’s not like he can avoid it. The Emperor, our man, might also feel quite secure and safe when flying. He keeps it together and he can control the way he feels. The Lovers is really interesting because part of him could even like it, actually enjoy flying and with a sense of harmony and contentment.

The Minor Arcana were the Ace of Wands, Knight of Pentacles and 5 of Swords. Ace of Wands with The Hierophant is about him potentially feeling “ready” to fly anytime he needs to. He has the energy and he gets excited to fly, even knowing that this is part of an obligation. Knight of Pentacles paired with The Emperor means he does it one flight at a time. He keeps his routine when flying and he does it all diligently. He’s in control and he already has the skills he needs to have a comfortable experience with flying so he does it everytime. Then we had a curious pairing, The Lovers with the 5 of Swords. It looks like he tries to like it but sometimes he fails. There might be some things about flying that bring him conflict to his experience with it, some things are a struggle, and he doesn’t like it as much as he thinks he does or as much as he tries to.

So I would say NO, he is not afraid of flying, he possibly thinks it’s just part of his life and something he does with calm and diligence because there is no way around it. Sometimes he might like it, but sometimes he fails and doesn’t like it much.

Then I asked my Alice in Wonderland deck about how he feels when flying, and the first cards were 8 of Hedgehogs reversed, Strength and 6 of Spears. You see, 8 of Hedgehogs reversed could be pointing to him thinking he might waste too much time and energy flying, and there could be situations where he’s like “why the fuck did I do this?” and regrets being on that plane (maybe during some annoying or kind of “scary” moments?). But he gets around well with Strength. He knows how to be “strong” and he just goes through it, he balances his thoughts and feelings well. 6 of Spears points to him actually feeling some great relief after he arrives and leaves the plane, peaceful and calm.

The last cards were 5 of Spears (yep, again, in a different deck), Judgement and The Wheel of Fortune. Let’s say that when he has a bad experience, when he “fails” to have a comfortable and enjoyable flight (5 of Spears), he just “judges” it as a “bad flight” and moves on, ready for the next one and to start over with a new flight and a new situation (Judgement). He knows that everything has ups and downs and sometimes he’s gonna have a nice, pleasant flight and sometimes a very annoying and unpleasant one because that’s how it is (The Wheel of Fortune).

In the end, he doesn’t seem to be scared. He takes flying as something very “normal” and when it’s a bad flight, it’s just a bad flight and he moves on. I think it would have to be something really bad to actually make him get scared, he seems to deal well with flying.

[wrenhyperfixates]

Stay the Night

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Your fear of thunderstorms leads you to invite Loki to stay the night at your place. Warnings: none A/N: Happy reading :)

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It was raining. No, that was an understatement. It was pouring; torrents of water attacked your house. You thanked the powers that may be for letting you get your leak fixed last month. You didn’t mind the rain, not really, but this was just depressing. And the strength of the storm was a little scary, too. The claps of thunder seemed to rattle the very foundation of your house, and you jumped a little every time. There was only one thing making the relentless downpour bearable. Loki.

“Darling?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Is there something wrong?”

You tried to relax your visibly tense body. “Yeah, I’m ok. Totally fine.”

He looked unconvinced, but kept his skepticism to himself. No need to pry, he supposed. He took your hand in his and used his thumb to rub circles on the back of it. He hoped it would help calm you. There was a time he never would have been so bold as to initiate contact, but you changed that. You’d shown him it was ok to do. With you it was, anyway.

As another boom of thunder filled the air, you squeezed Loki’s hand tighter. He gave you another concerned look. He wasn’t very fond of thunderstorms himself, and he wondered if the same thing was plaguing you. The thought reminded him of his brother, and then the Tower. He really should be getting back home, but how he so hated to leave you, his precious mortal.

You’d met him one day in the Tower. You were the receptionist on the first floor, and more often than not, Loki chose just to teleport in and out. At that time, it had only been a month since you’d gotten the job, and you’d yet to see the god. For whatever reason, he decided to use the front door that day. You stopped him as he tried to walk through the security measures without checking in.

“Excuse me, sir,” you’d said. “I’m going to need to see your Tower ID.”

“Oh, darling,” he’d said. “I do not think I need any verification. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Loki of Asgard.” He’d bowed and placed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“And I’m in charge of this reception desk,” you’d replied, puffing up your chest and blocking his way. He laughed a little. “And I need some ID.”

“Very well,” he’d sighed. As he searched for the little card, you let out a breath of relief. You’d never had this trouble with any of the other Avengers. He finally found it and presented it with a charming smile. “Aha! Here we are, darling. Are we all good here then?”

“Yup,” you said, swiping him through. “Have a nice day, Loki of Asgard.”

“And to you too, but I do not think I caught your name.” You gave it to him, and he’d repeated it with yet another smile. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

“Me too,” you responded with a shy grin back at him.

He made sure to always use the door after that, usually waiting until he got to the desk to pull out his ID, giving him a chance to chat with you. Your friendship quickly blossomed, and you both developed feelings for each other. Not that either of you would admit it out of fear the other wouldn’t feel the same.

Right now, he would just teleport home, since your friendly face wouldn’t be there to greet him with a smile. He didn’t really want to go, but he also didn’t want to overstay his welcome. You hadn’t given him any reason to think he had, it was just his nature to believe that was so.

“I had better take my leave before it gets too late,” he told you, making to stand up.

“No!” you shouted with an unexpected urgency. “Uh, what I mean is that you shouldn’t go out in this storm. Why don’t you stay the night here? If that’s not weird, of course.”

His heart beat a little faster as you desperately clung to his hand. Of course he could tell you that it was no trouble; with his magic, he wouldn’t have to set foot outside. But he could tell this was about something more than you were saying. Besides, who was he to turn down some more time with you?

“It is not weird at all, darling,” he replied, getting comfortable on the couch once more. “It sounds like a wonderful idea. Thank you for the offer.”

“You’re welcome.”

He brought his arms around you and hugged you to his chest, gently running his hand up and down your arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. From the way you relaxed against him, he supposed that it was. As the episode you were watching finished, you flipped through the channels and landed on the Food Network. The food on the screen caused an embarrassingly loud grumble in your stomach, but Loki just beamed at you.

“Are you hungry, darling?” he asked. “Perhaps I could make us a snack?”

“I’m the host,” you replied, with a shake of your head. “I should be providing the food.”

“How about we make it together then?” he suggested. “What would you like?”

“I’m craving nachos right now, if that’s fine with you.” You were met with a blank stare. “Do you not know what nachos are?” you exclaimed in disbelief.

“I am afraid I do not,” he chuckled. It never ceases to amaze you how there was always some other new Midgardian food to introduce him to. “I will gladly try them, though. You will have to take the lead on the cooking, of course.”

You nodded your head and led him to your kitchen, pulling out the ingredients you’d need. You cooked the chicken while Loki cut up the tomatoes and lettuce. You instructed Loki on how to prepare the rest of the toppings while you melted the cheese on the chips. All the delicious aromas filling the kitchen only served to make your stomach growl louder. You sheepishly giggled as the both of you loaded up the plate with everything you’d made.

“Are they ready, then?” Loki asked. “Should I try it?”

You excitedly nodded yes. He picked up a chip with all the toppings on it. He sniffed at it before closing his eyes and taking a delicate bite. His eyes shot open in excitement as the flavors exploded on his tongue. He quickly polished off the rest of the chip.

“It is delicious, darling! You are quite the talented chef, you know.”

You shifted your weight, never sure how to react to a compliment. “Thanks, Loki. You are too.”

He gestured to the plate, and you took your first bite. As you stood at the counter, chatting and eating, you almost forgot about the storm raging on outside. Well, that was until you finished the dish, and thunder sounded once more, the rain attacking with a revived fury.

“Do you wish to go to bed now?” he inquired, mistaking your masked fear as exhaustion. “I hope I have not kept you up.”

“No, not at all,” you were quick to reassure him. “Actually, I want to stay up a while longer. We could even make a pillow fort! That is if, uh, if you wanted to.”

“That sounds like a splendid idea, darling.”

You’d introduced him to the notion the first time the two of you were up late together, and he’d taken to it immediately. You’d suggested he should be the prince of the fort, but he’d insisted that you take on the role of monarch. He did the same now as you gathered the pillows, blankets, and cushions, setting to work building your haven on the floor and couch.

“Well, darling,” he said, leaning back and pulling you with him, “I think we did a pretty good job.”

“Even better than last time,” you agreed.

As you turned the TV back on, you found you were more interested in studying Loki’s face than watching the movie he’d picked. He was so beautiful, down to every last detail. Realizing the sheer number of times his perfect, pink lips had formed the word darling made your heart skip a beat or two. He’d been saying it since he first met you, but it was different now; softer, more caring. He thought what was actually a thrill induced shiver was a sign that you were cold, and carefully draped a blanket around your shoulders, holding you even closer than before.

“Are you truly feeling alright?” he fretted. “You are not feeling ill, are you?”

“No, Loki. Don’t worry. I’m totally and completely fi-”

Thunder cut off your sentence once more, and you whimpered, confirming his suspicions from earlier. Before you could explain the involuntary reaction away, Loki cupped your cheeks and looked deep into your eyes.

“Darling!” he exclaimed. “You are afraid of the thunder.”

“I am,” you wailed, burying your head in your hands as his arms wrapped around you. He held your head to his chest, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. “I am. This is so embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. I am rather terrified of it, too. Far too many unpleasant memories of Thor’s temper tantrums and combat training,” he grimaced. “Does it carry the same kind of horrid association for you?”

“Mhm. When I was a kid,” you said, taking a deep breath, “a bolt of lightning struck the tree in my front yard. It fell over, and the entire house was soon engulfed with flames. My family and I were all ok, but it was scary.”

“And understandably so!” he comforted you. “I am so sorry you went through something so horrid. I promise you are safe here with me, though. I will never let anything harm you.”

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, only to bury it back in the crook of his neck at another clap of thunder. He rubbed your back again and comfortingly shushed you as you whimpered more, reassuring you that you would be alright. That he would make sure of it. All of a sudden, that was the only noise you were hearing. Well, that and the TV. Everything else went quiet. You dared to peek up, and saw Loki smiling at you, but with concern in his eyes.

“What happened?” you asked, perplexed by the sudden silence of the storm outside.

“I have cast a spell. A bubble of silence of sorts,” he replied. “It is a talent I developed for when things get really bad.”

“Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“You are welcome,” he whispered as you snuggled closer to him. He placed a kiss to your head and immediately feared he’d overstepped. “I am sorry, darling. I hope I have not made you uncomfortable.”

“On the contrary,” you said, pecking him on the lips, “I wouldn’t mind more.”

He recovered quickly from his shock and moved to kiss you again. It was sweet and gentle, yet you were drowning. Drowning in his scent, his taste, his everything. But you didn’t mind. If the air was taken from your lungs, this was a good way to go.

“I love you, Loki,” you said, a radiant smile gracing your face.

“And I you, my darling.”

As you kissed again, you thought that thunderstorms might not be that bad, after all.

[destiniesfic]

132 Hours, Chapter 15

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” I protest. “You hurt me all the time.”

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The day is bright and pleasant, but the sunlight and soft breeze are an assault on my senses after my time underground. I limp to the ambulance, which is parked on the grass, rear doors open, waiting for me. I ease myself to sit in the back, next to Cardan, who inexplicably has a blanket tightly wrapped around his shoulders. When I’m no longer standing, I sigh. I’d thought that after sitting and lying down for days I’d be desperate to move, but it turns out I’m actually very tired. When no one is looking at us, Cardan leans over and nuzzles my nose with his.

I smile at him weakly. Everything is too much and not enough. It seems to me that I am watching Madoc and Balekin talk to the detectives from very far away, like they are characters on a TV show. I just want to go back to the Amagansett house—or my actual house, hours away—and curl up in a bed that’s mine. But that fantasy leads to complications too. What will Oriana say when she learns what I’ve done? What will Taryn say?

Not wanting to spiral, I search for anything else to talk about. “Are you cold?” I ask Cardan, glancing at the blanket.

“Oh, no. It’s for shock or something.” He looks down at himself. His kitschy t-shirt is partially obscured now. “But, you know, free blanket.”

“Yeah,” I say, like that makes perfect sense. My head is spinning. “Was Balekin… happy to see you?”

He sets his jaw. “He was glad I wasn’t dead, I guess. But that’s about the only thing I did right.”

I look down as my fingers curl into my palms. I don’t examine how much I want to wrap my hands around Balekin’s throat. “My dad knows,” I whisper. “About us. I think I’ve talked him out of killing you.”

“That’s good. I’d really rather not die after surviving all of this already.”

“You’re taking this really well.”

Cardan shrugs. “If we’re bonded now, and your father isn’t going to kill me, that means I’m part of your family. Dain is dead, and Balekin will find it harder to touch me.”

“Oh,” I say dully. No wonder he wasn’t that mad at me mating him. We can’t stay in the basement forever, but he still has a way out. It makes sense. I can hardly blame him.

“Not that I’m necessarily thrilled that your dad could have any sway over me, given that he’s maybe a murderer and almost as scary as you are.”

“Right.”

He cocks his head at me, sensing my reticence. “Jude.”

I look away.

He leans over again and nudges the nape of my neck with his nose. “Hey.”

“What.”

Cardan chuckles, but it sounds nervous. “Jude, I’ve thought about mating with you since I was fourteen. And back then it made me feel panicky and trapped—”

“That’s just what every omega wants to hear.”

“God dammit. Look, I’ve always been afraid to want things—not clothes and shoes and shit, things that matter—because they’re always ruined. I always screw them up, or someone else screws it up for me. This is…” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look down at his hands. “I didn’t want it to happen this way, because who would? But I want to help you through the next heat, and the next one. Actually do it right. I want to be your mate, Jude.”

I turn back around to stare at him, incredulous. “You want that?”

He nods, slowly.

“But you—you didn’t. For days, you didn’t. You held off and it should have been impossible if you actually—wanted me.”

“Well, it felt impossible.” He lets out another nervous chuckle. “I wanted you so bad, but more than that I wanted you to want me. I didn’t want to just go and mount you or whatever the hell I’m supposed to do. For once, I wanted to be better. Sounds crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “It does. You wanted to mate with me so bad that you didn’t mate with me.”

“Jude. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” I protest. “You hurt me all the time.”

“Yeah, I did.” Cardan looks down at his knees. “But not like that. Never like that. I may have made some off-color jokes, but I would never have done what Valerian tried to do. I mean, I hoped I wouldn’t, and now I know.”

“You made me miserable.”

“I know.”

“I definitely shouldn’t want you as a mate.”

“No, I guess you shouldn’t.” Cardan sounds resigned, and hangs his head. “Well, the pheromone marker cleansing is kind of time-consuming and expensive and unpleasant, but I guess—”

I thought hurting him might feel good, but it just feels like a hollow pang in my chest. I ask, “You want me to be your mate, though?”

He looks up at me with those dark eyes. “Yes,” he says.

I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He stares at me, a grin that he doesn’t dare unleash just yet tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes. I hated you so much for so long because you smelled so good and you were so mean. So if you could stop being mean for a while, and you’ve proven you have, I think we could find some common ground.”

Cardan sniffs. “Well, I may have to remain a little mean. For the sake of my reputation.”

“We’ll see.”

“You don’t want me totally defanged, do you?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He laughs, then he lowers his head to nuzzle again, this time at the bite mark he left on my neck. I am flooded by his delight. From nearby, someone clears their throat. We look up to find a paramedic standing in front of us, face half-hidden by a surgical mask, patiently waiting for us to submit ourselves to examination.

“Oh,” I say. “Uh.”

Cardan, who is utterly without shame, is grinning when he straightens up. “Actually, we’re both fine, thanks.”

“That’s for us to determine,” says the paramedic. Something about him is oddly familiar, but his height and build are totally nondescript. Where could I have seen him before? “To start, we’re going to make sure you’re not concussed.”

Cardan just groans.

The paramedic bends at the waist and takes a penlight out of his pocket. “Just look into the light here for me.”

That voice. It’s the voice. I narrow my eyes at him. It is weird, on second thought, that he’s wearing a mask. It’s not like we’re possibly carrying an infectious disease. Cardan raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t move as the light shines into one pupil. “This is a surprise,” he says, without blinking. “And also, you have to admit, pretty dumb.”

“Suicidal,” I hiss through my teeth. I’m strangely angry. They had to know what a risk it was to come back. They could have gotten away clean. “What are you guys doing here? If my dad catches you—”

“Are you going to tell him?” the Roach asks. He doesn’t sound too worried, which irks me.

I press my lips together, then say, “I should.”

Another of the paramedics kneels at my feet, his sandy head bent. The Ghost. Certainly less conspicuous than the Roach, with his scars. He’s tall, sure, but handsome in a way that’s totally generic. In fact, I’d have a difficult time describing him beyond “tall” and “symmetrical.” He picks up the leg that he shot to dress the wound, once again.

“We had to talk to you,” he says. Always to the point.

Suddenly I am sure that if I turned and looked behind me into the ambulance, the Bomb would wink at me from the driver’s seat. Part of me is relieved they’re okay, and the other part is baffled and horrified at my relief. But they did take care of us through some pretty gross and awful times. They kept me fed, kept me hydrated, kept us company. Maybe it’s natural to feel some degree of attachment.

“Why?” Cardan asks, baffled, as the Roach shines a light in his other eye. “You guys should be on a plane to Morocco by now.”

“Morocco?” I ask.

“It’s pretty. Also, no extradition policy.”

“Why do you even know that?”

Cardan shrugs.

“Look,” the Roach says, “we’re short on time. Your brother and Madoc are going to come over and tell you Dain killed himself out of shame when his plan was discovered. He left a note, confessing, yadda yadda. It’s bullshit. He didn’t commit suicide.”

“What?” Cardan and I ask, in unison.

I shake my head, as if trying to shake off our now unshakeable connection. “Then what happened to him?”

The Ghost doesn’t say anything, or even fully turn his head, but without lifting his eyes from my leg, he somehow indicates where Madoc and Balekin stand, in conversation with the police.

“No,” I whisper. It sounds naive, even to me, but I don’t want to believe Madoc is capable of those horrors, even though the fear our kidnappers expressed when they spoke of him seemed real. “No, it—Dain was a client, he and Madoc were friends—”

“Do you think that would matter if Dain went after Madoc’s family?” the Roach asks.

My stomach turns. “How do you know Dain didn’t kill himself?”

“Because he wouldn’t,” Cardan says quietly. “He’s Dain. He’d think he’s clever enough to find a way out, even if everyone was closing in on him, and he’d probably be right.”

“We don’t know exactly what happened,” the Roach continues. He makes a show of fiddling with the stethoscope around his neck. “We just know that he was increasingly agitated about the way negotiations were going, and then we suddenly had no contact. I went to his office, then to his place. Coroner beat me there. Single gunshot wound to the chest, pistol with his prints on it. Seemed open and shut.”

I sense Cardan’s horror, and look to see that he’s gone pale. I lay my hand on top of his. Something tells me that he doesn’t have much of an issue believing that Balekin is capable of murder, even of a brother. And Cardan clearly didn’t like Dain, but what does that mean for his safety?

“You couldn’t have waited around and told us this in the basement?” I ask, feeling again like I am observing this all from afar, watching a scene in a movie that just happens to star me.

“We didn’t know what Dain told them before he died, so we had to clear out pretty fast. Left your stuff with the cops so you’d be found, left the door unlocked so you could leave whenever you wanted. Besides.” He raises one eyebrow. “You guys were busy.”

I flush; it’s true that Cardan and I couldn’t and wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere once we’d finally given ourselves over to each other. But all of this is too much. “Well, we can’t trust you.”

“You can’t trust your dad,” the Ghost says. “We’ve never lied to you.”

“You did shoot her,” Cardan points out. “Most people would say that’s worse.”

The Ghost just shrugs.

“Look, believe us or don’t,” the Roach says. “But you have to admit that something’s rotten here. You’re going to need help. Eyes and ears. And I also hear that one of you is coming into a very large sum of money and a considerable amount of corporate influence in a little less than a year.”

“There it is,” I mutter.

But Cardan looks delighted. “Do you guys have a business card you can leave with me or something?”

“Are you planning to kidnap anybody?” I demand.

“No, but I could use the help,” Cardan admits. “He’s right. Once I come into that inheritance, there’s going to be a huge target on my back.”

“We’ll call you. In the meantime, you’ve got a clean bill of health.” The Roach pats his shoulder. “Good for you.”

“Thanks, man.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see two figures break away from the detectives and begin approaching us. I say, “You’d better clear out.”

The Roach doesn’t thank me, but he gives me a little nod before disappearing around the side of the ambulance, whistling. That’s what passes for honor among thieves, I suppose. The Ghost remains, having drawn the short straw, his generically handsome features apparently working to render him inconspicuous.

“How is she?” Madoc asks him. I make myself look up at his face and try not to think about how, if what the Roach said is true, he might have recently pulled the trigger on one of Cardan’s brothers. The other brother stands next to him, looking less sour than before.

The Ghost stands. “They’re both good to go,” he says. “It looks like she sprained her ankle a few days ago, but it’s healing well.”

“The wound on her leg?”

“Nothing serious.”

Madoc nods, and then turns to me. The Ghost melts back into the scenery as though he wasn’t even there to begin with. No mystery as to how he got that codename.

Balekin stands at Madoc’s side, both men casting shadows across our knees. Madoc’s arms are folded, and Balekin’s jaw is set. I see his eyes find my hand resting on top of Cardan’s, but for some reason I am not at all worried about censure. Not from him.

Balekin says, “We’ve been given leave to take you back to your homes to rest, provided you return tomorrow to give your statements to the police. No one here wishes to… prolong your ordeal.”

“Wait,” I say, my heartbeat picking up in my chest. “Wait. Nobody’s told us what’s going on. Where’s Dain? How do we know he won’t try again?”

“He’s dead,” Madoc declares. “When he realized he wasn’t going to get away with it, that he had no other recourse…”

I swallow. I had hoped he’d say something else, anything else. “Oh. I see.”

Cardan covers his discomfort with a snicker. “Well, good riddance.”

“We’re hoping you can help us fill in the rest of the gaps once you’re up to sharing what, exactly, happened over the past five days,” Balekin says.

“I don’t know how much help we’ll be,” Cardan replies, shrugging loosely. “If it was Dain, we never saw him. And the guys who took us all wore masks.”

I’m surprised at how easily he lies, but maybe I shouldn’t be. I have to reevaluate everything I thought about his childhood; it probably involved a lot of lying to Balekin. Madoc doesn’t seem to notice anything, and it’s hard to get bullshit by him. He just watches me with a quizzical expression.

“Well, maybe you’ll remember something useful after you’ve had your rest.” Balekin jerks his head toward the waiting car, already beginning to walk away, assuming Cardan will follow. “Come on.”

Cardan glances at me with uncertainty, then begins to stand. I take his hand again and pull him back down. “No.”

Balekin turns around. “What did you say?”

I stand now, keeping hold of Cardan’s hand. “I said ‘no.’ I’m sure you have business back in the city. Cardan can come stay with us.” I look at Madoc and try to reassure myself that he is the safer choice. “There’s plenty of room in the house.”

“There is,” Madoc agrees, his tone carefully neutral.

“So it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Balekin looks angry. He doesn’t want to lose his influence on Cardan. “That’s very generous, but I have just gotten my youngest brother back, and I’m not eager to let him out of my sight.”

“He’ll be under Madoc’s protection.”

“You have to admit, it does seem safer,” Cardan chimes in. He seems a little dumbstruck by the way the whole situation is unfolding. Maybe no one’s ever stood up to Balekin before. Certainly

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Balekin says, trying to loom over me. He is tall, but tall doesn’t faze me. “I’m his brother. I’ve been his guardian since he was a child. I will be taking him back.”

“Well, Cardan isn’t a child anymore. He’s an adult, and I’m his mate,” I say, sticking up my chin. “And he is coming with me.”

I yank hard on Cardan’s hand, bringing him to his feet, and start off toward the car Madoc came in. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cardan, smiling, give his brother a shrug. “Omegas,” he says. “What are you gonna do?”

What, indeed. I don’t even know what I am going to do. Everything that happened in the last one hundred and thirty-two hours seems to have pushed us so much further down the road to a strange and dangerous adulthood. I don’t know if either of us are ready for what lies ahead, much less ready to defy our dangerous parental figures or negotiate the relationship we’ll have once I’m in college.

But it doesn’t matter, not right now. Because I have just pulled off a bigger heist than the Ghost, the Roach, and the Bomb could ever dream of. Because Cardan’s hand is in mine. Because his smile is, as always, contagious, so I am smiling too. Because we survived our trial, so maybe we can survive anything. Because he would choose me, and I chose him. Because neither of us is alone. Because he is my mate.

The rest, we’ll figure out when it comes.

[chibinekochan]

How to become a Demon Ruler 208

TW: drowning 

Part: 00 I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06  I  07  I

Gender Neutral Reader insert

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Unsure I look at the flowing water for a while. Finally deciding to put a hand in it. It's cold but not unpleasant. The flow of the water is fast and steady. This is surely a good spot to feel its energy. Even when it might be even more effective under the waterfall itself. But the ground there looks very unstable. 

I close my eyes, trying to just focus on the water, how it feels against my skin, the temperature. I spread my hand, moving it slowly with and against the stream. Feeling its power. 

I try to go back to earlier when I accessed Diavolo's power. I try to remember the feeling of warmth but also try to infuse the feeling of the flowing water into the picture.

  I'm not sure if anything is even happening. Even when I feel the slight warmth on my back as I did earlier, no power seems to flow into my arms.

  Maybe the arms are somehow wrong for water spells? I can't think of a reason but maybe I need to let it flow more freely. Much like water itself. 

I try to imagine that instead. The water flowing through my body, steady, calm, and warm. I can feel it inside of me. It was there all along after all. It almost feels as if it wraps itself around me. Kind of like a bubble of some sort. Warm, comfortable and secure.

  Then suddenly I realize that I can't breathe anymore. I panic, realizing that I created a bubble of water around me. I gasp for air. 

I feel the water entering my lungs. I try to fight my way out of it but it only seems to get worse the more I resist. 

I'm losing control over my power, the water now whirling around me, it's becoming more erratic. Moving my body over the river. I try to swim upwards but I'm dragged into the water. 

I feel more and more desperate as the water is cold now. I feel like crying. 

Something big suddenly drags me upwards. I feel great relief once I can finally breathe again. 

I feel a warm embrace and lean into it. I feel a sturdy body hugging me tightly. 

I breathe heavily.

  "You are safe now." It's Diavolos' calming voice.

"I was so scared," I say, completely out of breath, shivering from the cold. 

He tightens his hug around me. His warmth wraps my whole body. "I'm so glad you are safe."

I feel him shaking, hugging him back to calm him down. He seems just as shocked as I am. 

We stand there for a good long moment. Neither of us let go.

  Then I sneeze.

"You must be cold." His expression is unreadable. It's like I'm seeing a stranger. 

He wraps his, still dry, jacket around my shoulders. 

"Are you mad?" I'm not sure why I feel this way. 

Diavolo sighs. "No… this was very scary." He hugs me again, his body is trembling. 

"I'm sorry. I lost control." I'm shaking as well. 

Diavolo then lifts me, I seem to be as light as a feather to him. 

Normally I would protest but I just let it happen. Even when Diavolo is soaking wet, he still radiates heat. 

"I feel like it's my fault. Because of our pact, you have access to my power." Diavolo speaks so quietly it's hard to hear him. 

My hand grips his wet shirt. "It's not your fault. I'm the one that lost control."

Diavolo takes a deep breath. "I'm just glad that I was there to save you." His grip tightens around my body. 

It's comfortable and I lean onto him.

  We don't speak until we reach my room.

  He places me carefully on my chair. Then he gets a towel and dry clothes. 

I start to shiver again now that his warmth has left me. 

"You should change." He speaks with a shaken voice. 

 I nod and quietly go change in the bathroom. I now start to feel very exhausted. It's no surprise seeing that I just fought for my life.

I slowly step outside, Diavolo has prepared my bed.

Without a word he watches me sit down on the bed. It's scary how quiet he is. 

He then starts to carefully dry my hair.

  "There you go. That's better." He gives me a small smile. He is still in shock and looks deeply troubled. 

I take his big hand. "I'm safe." I squeeze it slightly to prove my point. 

"This time you are…" He bites his lip. "I couldn't bear to lose you." He admits this with big sad eyes. 

It makes my heart sting. "Next time you will save me too." I don't have a single doubt about it. "I'm also quite resilient. I was compared to dandelions before." I smile at him. 

"Aren't these the flowers you blow to wish for something?" Diavolo seems confused. 

"Yes, but they are also bad weeds. If you do not completely remove it, it will grow again. Its roots go very deep." I recall the time I had to remove some. 

"As much as I hate to compare you to weed. I'd like to think of you as just as resilient." He still seems troubled but at least he smiles. 

"I should dry your hair." I now notice that it's still dripping. 

"Hm? Oh, I forgot about that." He didn't even notice it seems.

"You also need to change. I think you might fit into one of the bathrobes." I now start to worry about him, forgetting all about my own tness. 

"You shouldn't worry about me." He looks gently at me. 

I shake my head. "This wasn't a request, you know." I look sternly at him. 

Diavolo sighs softly, pats my head, and smiles softly at me. "I guess I can't win here." 

"That's right." I smile at him.

  Diavolo then stands up, leaving me alone in the bed. 

It might be a bit strange to ask Diavolo to undress. Wait, that's strange. What was I thinking? 

Well, he does need dry clothes but we are in our home. He could've just gone to his room. Instead, he will be practically naked in my room.  

I somehow start to feel hot, probably from embarrassment.

  When Diavolo opens the door again I'm relieved to see that the bathrobe is covering everything necessary. 

It relieves me, but well the bit that I see is more than enough to set me on fire. I honestly don't know where to look. Suddenly I find it hard to regret my mishap.

  Diavolo comes closer to me and puts a hand on my forehead. It feels nice but his worried eyes tell me everything that I need to know. "You got a fever it seems." 

"So fast?" It's surprising to me. 

"It's probably because you used so much magic today more than the fall into the water." Diavolo sits a bit awkwardly on my bed, probably being careful so that nothing slips.

"I know you won't like this but I think it will be best for you to not use any more magic for a while. You need to master some of the basics before you can handle power such as mine." Diavolo seems to be troubled saying this. 

I can only agree to this. "I have no desires repeating today. So I agree but I need to get there eventually. I'd like to request to be trained by Solomon." I think this is the best course of action. 

Diavolo sighs. "I'd prefer it if you would give up on magic, but I understand. I will arrange for it. Now get some rest." Diavolo gently pats my head and I lay down. 

He stands up, but somehow my hand grabs his robe. I realize that I don't want to be alone right now. "Can you stay a bit longer?" I say in a low voice. 

Diavolo smiles. "So you are a clingy sick? Well, I will indulge you as long as you rest." He doesn't seem to mind at all.

  He sits down beside me on the bed. He puts his gentle hand on mine. His warmth reassures me that I'm still alive and that he is still by my side.

  I feel his thumb rhythmically rubbing my hand. Even with closed eyes, I can see his gentle expression.

[savnofilter]

Kinktober Day 15

siren!s. hitoshi

☠️ warning(s): ⚠️ everything between both parties is consensual. ⚠️ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, mind control, aforementioned memory loss, referenced breeding kink, slight possessive behavior.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.8k [7 minutes, 20 seconds].

☠️ summary: shinso came back for round two, except he couldnt make you his in time.

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one

☠️ a/n: ehhhhh warnings are a lil scary but its really just story building stuff. things happen before they get in the smexy times! still thread carefully. c:

You jumped awake as you heard a bump on the wall, the cool air caressing at your skin. You weren’t sure as to how you got here and you were questioning just what the hell was going on. But just like each time, the clench in your chest also aided in the… ache between your legs. You weren’t even sure as to what you were afraid of and there were no clues to help ease the curiosity either. Sadly enough it only took a moment’s notice to realize you were in your cabin’s room. It appears that your friends had gotten you cleaned up and dried, no longer having to wear the soaking and cold clothes you were before.

You yawned as you had noticed it was almost midnight, going to your window and stretching to see that the car for your trip was gone. You softly frowned upon the discovery, itching the back of your neck and rubbing it as you put on your slippers and left your room, deciding to make rounds to each of your friend's doors only to see that all their doors were either slightly ajar or open to see that they also didn’t occupy those rooms.

Weird.

Even with how odd it was, you didn’t pay any mind to it. The strong urge of hunger poking at your stomach. You trudged down the steps down the stairs to go to the kitchen. You went straight to the counter upon finding the food they had brought for you (assuming it was when they had gotten from when you passed out) and had your name on it.

“Eat this when you wake up! We’re out getting supplies to clean up those cuts.” 

You hadn’t even noticed the injuries. You lifted your hands to look at them, huffing at the comically small bandaids, chuckling to yourself as you knew that they at least tried. Wasting no time, you put the food into the microwave and left the adjoined kitchen to the living room, and plopped down on it. A bump against the window had you jump, senses on high alert before you could calmly rest back down, and breathe out a laugh of relief when you noticed it was just a man. 

A man? You snapped your head back to see that there was nothing there, only groaning in pain as in the process you had also cracked a few joints. The pain just didn’t suffice the answer being you mistook a tree for a whole person. But it didn’t excuse the same bump that had woken you up. All of this felt like a dump cheap rendition of Scary Movie and you weren’t feeling the vibes not one bit.

“Oww.” You complained, hand coming up to roll your neck. ‘just what the hell is going on?’ the thought runs through your head, a frown not leaving your face as you tried to calm down and decide to entertain yourself. Maybe after this dinner, you’d have to go back to sleep. As if hearing right on time as you managed to pick something on Netflix your food had finished in the microwave. You followed in suit to the kitchen, happily opening the door and getting your food out. You sat it in on the counter and went to the fridge to look at something to drink, looking for condiments as well. Just in the process of getting yourself together, you felt the presence in the house shift, an involuntary gulp coming from you. You quickly picked out what you needed before slamming the door shut. You were swift in getting your food not wanting to spend any more time before yourself and get back upstairs. Your attention barely sat on the show as you ate your food, the chill of your body knowing that something wasn’t right. And yet even though you didn’t want to run, you wanted to get rid of a feeling. 

You were in the middle of eating when you thought you heard a lovely singing from the show. Again, though. Your stomach went into knots as you could hear the same thing before you had blacked out near the pond you had gone to. You weren’t sure what to do as you froze up, that action as involuntary. Your heart started to beat slower, body moving in a trance as it set whatever you held on the coffee table and got up. You left the TV on behind you and followed blindly up to your room. Your mind was starting to go blank but the familiar sensations of being awake were latching onto you. You watched as your body stopped at your room, no second later a body pressing up into your back. Now you were really scared,

‘did someone break-in? is this a sick joke? do I know who this is?’ 

As embarrassing as it was you were getting turned on by this. He lightly pushed you into your room, making your stumble before catching yourself in time. Your pupils dilated as you managed to gain enough strength to turn your head. Your heart stopped as you had managed to recognize him, your body twitching to life as your flight or fight kicked in. Even with the twitch of your muscles you stayed put -- you wanted to know what he was going to do with you. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he smirked at you, one that surely wasn’t kind or innocent.

“Take them off.”

‘take them off-?’ Although you were confused, it seemed as though your body wasn't as it followed its commands. It started with your shirt and followed all the articles along with it. The temperature was no longer cool anymore, the night heater’s starting to kick in no longer gave you an unpleasant chill. You sucked in a small breath as he closed the door behind him, locking it, and stepped closer to you. He walked until he was close, very close at that. It was almost as if he was examining you once again, and although you couldn’t remember what had happened you already knew that he’d at least seen more than his curious nature led on. 

His hands started to glide over your skin, groping, and feeling wherever he wanted. You bit your lip as you let him, looking at something else on the wall to distract yourself as the feeling of being in the hands of someone you didn’t know was stirring up your hormones. That was when you realized, you could move and you didn’t. Or should we say, wouldn’t? You were too intrigued and um, turned on too. He had stopped his tune about ten minutes ago and yet you stayed still just for him. Your breath hitched when bent down to look at your now wet lips, your hands flying down to cover it. Your cheeks were hot as he swatted them away, looking up at you with a glare as you looked back down at him. His hands moved to your hips to bend them, your balance falling onto the bed you hadn't noticed you were so close to. His hands wasted no haste in gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. Your thighs twitch too close, embarrassed to have him that closely inspecting you.

“H-Hey-”

“You talk when I tell you to.” He responds before you can finish, leaning in to immediately suck on your clit, growling at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your back arched as you could feel his tongue expertly play with your bud, apparently not in the mood for playing. His strokes were exact and precise as if knowing exactly how to pleasure someone. It felt too good. 

Your back arches as his mouth move down to insert his wet muscle inside you instead, and it is almost abnormally long. It squirmed as if it was feeling around, poking at the one spot that got you off without every time. You trembled as his almost rough touches from before softened, teasing you instead of doing what he did before. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, toes curling in pleasure as he continued to eat you out as if you two were long time lovers. You whimpered and gripped the sheets, moving to look down at him. It seemed he was enjoying himself as well, letting one of your thighs press against his face while the other stroked his cock. He pulled away with an even breath, dangerous eyes trailing up to look up at you. You watched as he pulled away with a messy mouth, wiping the slick from his mouth and getting ready to fuck you. 

His size was bigger than you've ever seen or taken, sucking in a breath as he wasn't careful in inserting himself already. Surprisingly, unlike what you thought you would've felt pain, and yet you didn't feel it. He fits snug in you like you've already taken him before and mayhaps he already has. His ears twitched as he heard the nervy commotion of your friend's car, cussing in his head as he'd have to speed this up. His hips slammed purposely into yours at a rate that was enjoyable and liked at your g-spots, needing to edge the beginning process of his courting to settle in your body. You opened your mouth to question, the muscles in your jaw pausing once he leaned down and started singing a soft tune in your ear. Versus the last time he had sung to you your body didn't tense instead he wasn't trying to control you, he was trying to help you remember something. 

Your hands gripped his shoulders once you're receptive enough to take it in. All the night's worth of time and thoughts flood back into your brain, the knowledge making your brain hurt while the lower part of your brain feels pleasure nonetheless. Whatever the fuck he was doing was too much for your brain to handle. His lips abruptly closed shut when he finished, smiling a bit as you had fallen asleep in his arms, leaning back to admire your beauty. He knew that it was your final vacation day and he couldn't bear it. He didn't make any rushed movements to leave, huffing in annoyance when he heard the slam of the door downstairs that signified they were back again. He had no interest in carrying his last phase of courting you right now, pulling out his aching cock and quickly getting you dressed as he heard the steps approach closer.

"You will visit the lake nearby Hiyoko when you return from your trip." He says -- more like commands -- to your subconscious, giving your lips a lasting kiss before he pulls away from you altogether. He looks at you one last time, undoubtedly bothered he couldn't make you his as he planned. Neither of you got to finish and he wasn't keen on fertilizing someone in their slumber. He slips out from your window just as he'd snuck in before, beginning his journey back to his soon to be forgotten home. 

He'll make you his bride at all costs. 

[sparklingpax]

(For the prompt th ing if thats ok) Graham and cody + nightmares?

(the prompt for y'all if you wanna ask me smth :D)

Ohhh hello hello! Sorry I took so long to respond, yes I can! <3 I'm assuming you mean their experiences with them individually? And how they deal with it? So....here goes ^//^''

Apologies for any typos or misspellings 😳

Hopefully these aren't cringe or too long-winded....or ooc....aaaa

Graham

Nightmares! Graham actually doesn't have them super often, and as you could most likely guess, they tend to occur when he's stressed about school-related things. Or things threatening the island, that's pretty scary too.

He doesn't get much sleep to begin with, but is working on improving that ^^''

On the occasion he does have a nightmare, he generally keeps to himself about it.

He might jolt into half-consciousness, panicked and completely immobile. Then, he gradually fully wakes up, realizing it was just...a dream.

For a few minutes, Graham sits alone in the dark, trying to be rational and talk himself out of being so shaken by what he saw. He tells himself that logically speaking, he should not be afraid because none of the things in his dream could be real. He repeats to himself, "it's not real, it was a dream and this is reality," and clenches/unclenches his fists as an "awareness" kind of exercise. Sometimes it works and once calm, Graham will just find things to occupy himself with until closer to the time he has to get up and get dressed for the day.

But when it doesn't, he'll slip out of his room and go get a midnight snack, maybe a glass of milk and whatever cracker-type things he can find in the cupboard. Once or twice he'll see someone else up and play his midnight kitchen visit off as just...being hungry.

After the snack, he'll make his way downstairs to find Boulder.

Boulder is honestly the only soul Graham trusts completely (aside from his dad, but he doesn't want to worry him too much, so he doesn't discuss this with him). Therefore, when the green mech is approached by Graham at some ungodly hour of the morning, looking disheveled and uneasy, he doesn't even really need to ask what's wrong. Of course he's worried, but the kind Cybertronian is as calm and patient as he can be with his human partner, respecting Graham's decision to either discuss his dreams or worries with him...or not.

All in all, Graham doesn't like having nightmares--who does? But at least he has somebody who's there for him when they happen. In general, someone to talk to when he needs a confidant or is questioning something. Boulder takes great pleasure in helping others, especially his human partner.

And for that, Graham is rather happy :)

Cody

By contrast, poor Cody actually has a lot of nightmares, or fairly intense dreams that aren't nightmares, they're just way too strange to be called normal or pleasant by any means.

However, that's been the case since he was little. As much as they tend to shake him up, he has worked out ways to deal with them, and is very open to his family members about whatever he's struggling with. Not like he walks out and announces, "I had a nightmare last night!" More that he might seem a little more subdued the next morning, but rather than perking up with an "I'm fine!" when asked how he's doing, he'll express how he's actually doing.

Cody sees it actually as more sensible in his opinion to talk about things when they are bothering him rather than pent it all up. The first person he talks to is his dad. The two of them might talk about it over breakfast the next morning, and he will usually leave said conversations feeling reassured about whatever it was he was afraid of. Dani and Graham can also be good listeners and are there for Cody too.

And of course, the bot will also listen to him and try to give their own advice or words of reassurance. Some of which is actually helpful, a lot of which is...not.... but it makes the boy smile to know the bots are there for him in their own way as well.

The only person he doesn't like discussing these things with is Kade. Mainly because Kade doesn't actually know how to respond to this kind of situation; these kinds of "deep topics" escape him. Kade has nightmares too (I mean, everyone does), but chalks it all up to eating the wrong food too late, and doesn't think twice about it. He isn't mean about it, and doesn't intend to invalidate his little brother's worries and fears (well, most of the time) but it's just....time not well-spent to try and have this kind of conversation with him.

So anyway, back to Cody.

He also likes to keep dream journals and try to figure out the meanings in these dreams. Upon waking up nearly every morning, he instinctively reaches for that little leather notebook by his bedside and half-asleep, begins recounting people, things, events, and places of his dreams in bullet points. On nights nightmares or intense dreams happen, he will calm himself down first, reminding himself he's awake now and the danger is no longer present. Then, he shakily reaches for the notebook and writes down what happened, occasionally flipping to other pages when he realizes he's been in one of these places before, or a similar event occurred in another dream. After that, Cody will go outside and just stare up at the sky, thinking about what he saw. He reflects on the contents of his journal and the events happening in his life at this moment.

So for Cody, though he detests the unsettling nature of the majority of his dreams, it is a source of relief that he has his whole family (human or Cybertronian <3) to talk to about it. And he's also rather pleased with his own ability to find peace after them, which leaves most dreams unable to really shake him to his core, as he can tell himself it was just another unpleasant nightmare, something that couldn't possibly bleed into his real life.

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.......well then that was....something...........hopefully I answered your ask correctly! And this was fun!! Thank you for sending the prompt in! I hope you have a lovely day/evening....and sweet dreams too! :D

-Kuni 😅😊✨

[shyneanon]

Heyyyy so y’all know how I usually like to write HT!Sans but today I kinda wanted to write him creepy the way some people like to write him. I thought it’d be kind of fun to do that. Yandere, mwahaha. So I guess this is sort of an x reader fic but the feeling is not mutual.

That said, before reading: We know yandere-type characters are preeeeetty out of touch with reality and are obviously supposed to be unsettling. Meaning in this, Sans isn’t exactly paying attention to MC when she says “no.” It doesn’t get really sexual, but still, it’s non-con. So if that bothers you, maaaaybe don’t read this. Just felt it was fair to warn you guys, I don’t want to upset anyone.

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How long had you been down here?

You weren’t sure anymore.

As of late you had been engaged in an inner debate regarding whether you would rather be dead. You weren’t sure. At least if you were alive there was… a chance?... you could get home and eventually die there, happy.

But that was seeming farther and farther away. The memories of home were already fading. Amazing how the human mind becomes accustomed to its current surroundings, yeah? How quickly things become “normal.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just you and Papyrus in this house, where you were currently chained up in the living room. He wasn’t so bad. Scary to look at, sure, but friendly, and relatively normal when it came to holding conversation.

It was Sans who made things so unpleasant.

He hadn’t done anything to you, it wasn’t like he hurt you. He was just… creepy. The way that his one red eye would just lock onto you and just… stare, unblinking…. It scared you. The look was intense. Too intense. You just wished you knew what he was thinking. At first, you’d told yourself he probably didn’t mean to be creepy. He had a big injury in his head, maybe it had screwed up his understanding of social norms. Stuff like not staring. And it only freaked you out so much because of the way he looked and how he didn’t need to blink.

But he freaked you out for other reasons too.

A couple of times he had approached you, and you’d thought that maybe he was going to strike up a conversation. You’d witnessed him have conversations with Paps before. That was when he seemed the least creepy. When he was just acting normal around his brother. He made some pretty messed up jokes but that didn’t really bother you too much. It just seemed like whenever he took notice of you he got really really weird. He’d sat down next to you, and you’d been a little nervous, but you had decided to try and start a conversation. Which had… kind of worked. Sans seemed fine with, uh… indulging you? Like he thought you just wanted to talk and was happy to listen. He made some comments, but mostly just listened. That wasn’t weird.

It was the touching that had been weird.

Again, he didn’t do anything to you, as far as you were aware he wasn’t some sort of sick pervert. But he’d just… started touching your hair, and even your face, the whole time his eye just locked on whatever it was his fingers were preoccupied with. He’d only seemed to be half paying attention to what you were saying.

You were pretty sure he’d even sniffed you a couple of times.

So from then on you’d just tried to pretend like he wasn’t there. He’d sat next to you a couple of times, probably expecting a conversation, but you’d just smiled politely at him and he’d gotten up and left, looking disappointed and even a little annoyed. He didn’t seem to mind when you spoke to his brother, though, so you didn’t think he was like… yandere, for lack of a more succinct term. So that was at least a relief.

Still, you did your best to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen, of cooking. The times when you least wanted to talk to Sans were when Papyrus was out. Times like now. Sans was making a meal, and you could smell it, but you refused to say anything. He could take it as an invitation for more hair-sniffing.

Eventually the sounds of cooking stopped and you could hear him eating. Your own stomach felt kind of empty. But usually Papyrus was the one to cook meals for you. Thank God.

When Sans left the kitchen with a plate in his hand, you tried to ignore him… until he stopped in front of you.

“Hey,” he said.

Um.

“Hi,” you said.

He held up the plate. “I have food for you.”

“Oh, OK. Cool.”

He sat down next to you. Dude, take a hint. You could see that on the plate were medium-sized pieces of cooked meat. Instead of handing you the plate, though, he grabbed a singular piece of meat and then held it out to you. When you reached out to try to take it he pulled back.

What the… Is he mocking me?

You almost had to hold back a wounded response, but he then held the piece up to your lips and moved closer to you.

… O… oh.

“Um,” you said. “This is really nice but you can just hand me the plate—“

“Just eat.”

… OK. You opened your mouth and he slipped the food into it; once he withdrew you started chewing, not looking at him. But you could feel his red eye locked onto you.

Then you felt his fingers running along your neck, and you flinched.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

You said nothing, just turned when you were done with your first piece of meat. As you did he leaned in, breaching your personal bubble.

“I would never hurt you,” he said.

“Thanks, Sans,” was your only reply, and he smiled.

“Y… You’re welcome.”

He fed you the next piece of meat, sliding it in farther this time. Your lips closed around it, and… was his breathing picking up?

“You’re… pretty when you eat.”

The hell does that mean? Still, you smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Thanks.”

He got closer to you. Dude did not know how to read the room. You did not like him touching you and stuff. Still, one of his fingers started to twirl itself in your hair, like a fork twirling around in spaghetti to get it to wrap around itself.

Another piece of food. Yep… his breathing was heavier, fanning against your cheek. As if you didn’t feel uncomfortable enough, he leaned close to your ear.

“I like being alone with you.”

You didn’t like where this was going. “That’s nice,” you replied, doing your best to keep your responses curt.

Still oblivious to the fact that you didn’t like what was happening (or did he just not care?) he fed you more. You looked at the plate. There were only two pieces left. Once he was finished he’d probably get up and go. Hopefully.

He kept talking: “You make me think of a deer.”

You looked at him, despite your better judgment. Was… he talking food-wise? Did… did he want to eat you?

“So graceful, and gentle, and shy....”

One of his hands cupped your cheek.

“Like a little doe.”

His teeth a hair’s width away from your ear, he hummed.

“Can I call you that?”

You said nothing, not sure what to—

“My little doe?”

After forcing yourself to swallow your meat, you said, “Your little doe?”

That seemed to excite him. His pupil dilated. “Yes…. You’re my little doe.”

You leaned away, debating on whether to talk back. Sans carried a giant axe with him everywhere. Would he get violent if you protested?

He set the plate of food aside. Shit.

“Sans,” you began, and his pupil dilated more. His breathing got heavy.

“Yes… Say my name….”

Before you could say anything his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You started to shake. His brother wasn’t here to stop him. How far would he go without supervision? He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t go… that far, right?

Deciding you didn’t want to take your chances, you started to squirm, but it did no good. His grip was like that of a bear trap.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

He leaned in closer and you kept struggling. It wasn’t helping but you wanted him to know you were not on board.

Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care, because his teeth pressed against your lips. He immediately started to pant, his pupil so big his whole eye almost looked black. He just stared at you as his teeth moved against your lips. When his eyes lidded in an expression that looked like he was getting high, you weren’t sure if this was better or worse.

“Mm-mmh,” he murmured, leaning into you more. “Mmh….”

OK, this was it. You were done. You started to push back. “Sans, st—“

“My little doe,” he breathed. “(Y/n)... my little doe….”

“Stop touching me, Sans.”

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you.”

He kept saying that like it was going to make you feel better. “I don’t care. I don’t like it when you touch me. I said stop.”

“It’s OK,” he said, although it sounded almost like it was to himself more than you. “It’s OK. You’ll like it soon. Just let me keep going.”

He pressed his teeth to your lips again. You started to worry. Again, he wouldn’t… go all the way, right? You began to realize that if he did, you didn’t have an ounce of the strength needed to stop him. Not to mention that you were chained to the wall. You kept pushing but he didn’t stop. He really seemed to think that if he just kept at it you’d suddenly decide you were fine with it.

“Mmh… Mine…. Just think about me….”

You tried to pull away but it didn’t work. Well, you certainly weren’t paying attention to anything but him, but not in the way he wanted.

“I love you… my doe….”

His teeth moved to your neck. You whimpered, but despite the obvious fear in it he seemed encouraged.

“I’ve been in love with you… since we met…. I’ve wanted this for so long….”

A purr.

“Isn’t that romantic…?”

A tongue you hadn’t known he had ran up your neck, and you swallowed, not sure if he was trying to turn you on or if this was a taste test.

“So good,” he muttered. Oh fuck, it was the latter.

He gave you another taste, moaning.

“I said I would control myself…”

You could see his large eye locked onto you again, wide.

“But I can’t control myself around you. Not now… that I have you all to myself. Not anymore.”

With that he bit down and you yelled. The bite was so hard it drew blood, and his tongue ran over the wound. Another moan escaped him.

He’s going to eat me. He’s going to eat me alive and he’s going to be getting off to it the whole time.

Now concerned for your life, you started to push his face away. “Get off!” you managed.

“It’s OK, my doe… I won’t eat you…. Not you….”

He moved your arms aside like it was nothing and nibbled your ear.

“I love you too much to eat you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I would die.” He leaned in, his red eye staring hard. “See how much I love you? I would die without you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He kissed your cheek, and you grimaced.

“If anyone tried to take you away… I would tear them apart.”

You realized just how much you were trembling. His words didn’t make you feel safe at all.

“Isn’t that so romantic, my little doe? That I’m so devoted? That I would kill for you?”

Getting sick of this, you hissed, “I’m not your little doe. I’m not your anything. Fuck you.”

He flushed blue, his eyes lidding again. “So… feisty….”

He kissed you again, his teeth gently trying to pry your lips apart. When you resisted he bit down, and took advantage of your small cry of pain to slide his tongue into your mouth. He groaned, his eye looking up and his movements slowing as he explored your mouth.

“Nngh….” He sighed, flushing blue and closing his eyes. His tongue found yours and he moaned again. “Mmh…~”

You remembered the large, jagged hole in his skull, and you reached up with one hand and hooked your fingers into it, tugging hard to the side. You weren’t sure if it would hurt but apparently it did, because he released your lips with a hiss of pain. You squirmed to get out of his grip but it wasn’t any looser.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Because I want you to stop!” you yelled.

“But I love you. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t fucking care! I don’t love you back!”

He didn’t take much notice. “Little doe... we’re all alone. It’s so quiet. It’s just us. Paps is busy and won’t be back for a while.” He leaned in. “This is the romantic moment that I’ve been waiting for. To confess to you. To tell you how I feel.”

He breathed against your lips.

“While Paps is gone, we can do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove how much I love you…. Let me make you moan for me. You don’t even have to love me back, I don’t care, just enjoy what I do to you. Just enjoy the feeling of me deep insi--”

You screamed.

This seemed to finally snap him out of it, because his look grew panicked and he clamped his hand over your mouth. “What the hell are you doing?! Don’t scream! If anyone finds you they’ll kill you!”

You pried his hand away from your mouth. “Stop touching me or I’ll keep screaming until someone finds me and kills me!”

He immediately put you back down, moving away from you. You made a point of wiping your lips and neck of all the unwanted affection, and you glared at him, moving as far away as you could. At least he seemed to want you alive. That was an advantage— perhaps your only advantage— against him.

“If you touch me ever again I’ll scream,” you told him.

He looked hurt, though that meant nothing to you after what he’d just done. He seemed to remember the pieces of meat that were left and, thankfully, slid the plate over to you.

“I understand,” he said, standing up. “You’re not in the mood right now. You’ve had a bad day. That’s OK. That’s OK. It’s OK. We can do this another time, when you’re feeling better. When you’re not upset. You’ll like it then.”

After one last glance at you, he left, muttering “She’ll like it then” to himself over and over. Once he was finally out of sight you curled up into yourself, resisting the urge to vomit. Creep! Sick creep!

All those times he had stared at you or touched your hair… Had he been planning this all that time?

You would tell Papyrus about this when he came back. You had the bite mark as proof.

At least you had Papyrus. But your inner debate was over.

You would rather be dead than here.

[forthegothicheroine]

american psycho, the company of wolves, beauty and the beast (og disney), beauty and the beast (disney remake), tim burton's sleepy hollow, the over the garden wall miniseries, disney's legend of sleepy hollow (lmao i want it to be fall so bad), sofia coppola's marie antoinette, sofia coppola's the beguiled, the innocents, fire walk with me, crimson peak, coppocula

Hoo boy! Stuffing this big series of answers below the cut.

American Psycho:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

Love it! I don't think the book would do it for me (I don't do well with graphic torture) but I thought the movie did a good job of showing us the kind of things he was doing, while also leaving enough ambiguity even before the twist at the end, and letting us sympathize with his depression (even if he can't name it) while also making him deeply unpleasant.

The Company of Wolves:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

Do I like it as a big feminist statement? Honestly, not really- there's no sympathy for any women who aren't Rosalie or maybe her mother, and I think we are supposed to be conflicted over whether the choice she makes at the end is the right one. Do I like it as an exploration of an adolescent female id? Absolutely. Sex and violence and terror and quests are all on her mind and are all equally awful and thrilling, and Rosalie wants what's bad for her and isn't sure it's actually bad for her and the balance of power is always see-sawing and the whole thing feels like the most amazing dream.

Beauty and the Beast (original):

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

I thought the Beast was too mean when I was a little kid and forming my Disney opinions- I might actually like it more now. This is probably why I like the Cocteau version, even though what he does is basically still just as bad, because at least he's not a dick about it (and Panna a nevtor, which plays it all for gothic horror.)

Sleepy Hollow:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

In retrospect, this one shows a lot of the problems that would later kill my love for Tim Burton, but it's still a lot of fun. The Hessian is genuinely scary, Johnny Depp is mugging a bit but it's not as bad as it would eventually get, and I want all the dresses.

Over the Garden Wall:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

Pure distilled autumn in its aspects of both harvest and death, fun and fear. It's a world based on vintage Halloween postcards and fairytales that don't actually exist but feel like they do. I love every character, and that momentary flash where we see what the Beast looks like haunts my nightmares. My only caveat is that I do sometimes have to tell other people to keep watching after Schoolyard Follies, there will be a plot I promise!

Disney's Legend of Sleepy Hollow:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

I think this is one of those where I never saw the whole thing, just the main song on one of those Best of Disney compilation videos. I'll at least give it credit for preserving the original story rather than making the Headless Horseman actually real (which I think most adaptations do because frankly the original story isn't long enough for feature length.)

Marie Antoinette:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

This seems like one of those movies where you've supposed to get into the mood of the music and the visuals more so than the plot or characters? I can get into that.

The Beguiled:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

I still don't know if I want to see this or not! The concept sounds cool and creepy, but I don't like the idea that these ladies are the good guys. Or maybe I'm wrong and nobody's supposed to be a good guy? Or maybe I should watch the grimier original since I unfortunately find young Clint Eastwood hot?

The Innocents:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

I'm personally of the opinion that the ghosts in The Turn of the Screw were real (it's just that screaming at a child is not a good way to exorcise them), but the deliberate ambiguity/unreliability of this version is also creepy in its own way. It's a much darker ghost story that you'd get from most big studio films of the time, certainly.

Fire Walk With Me:

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

This really did a good job of portraying its protagonist as a real person rather than just an object of clinical observation or perverse whimsy (which I think Twin Peaks the Return fell into.) It's just so heartbreakingly sensitive and Sheryl Lee does such a good job of portraying Laura as both kind and mean, loving and hateful, and absolutely the victim of someone she should have been able to trust. And then the end, where Cooper is smiling gently at her and the angel has come back and she's laughing in relief? Oh my god.

Crimson Peak

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

I didn't love this as much as I thought I would (maybe because I was spoiled about what was up with the Sharpes, or maybe because I didn't like the implication that Edith should have gone with the nice boy best friend she didn't love) but I'd still say it's a good entry in the gothic romance genre. Stunning clothes and scenery, great actors, scary ghosts, an ending open enough for fanfiction. If I picked this up as an Avon Satanic Gothic at a thrift store, I'd definitely be happy!

Coppocula (Bram Stoker's Dracula)

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

Oof. I don't want to be a snob about this. I've definitely liked Dracula movies that were wackier or dumber than this (looking at you, 2004 BBC version!) This one just breaks my heart because there's so much talent on display and I just. fucking. hate it! That soundtrack deserved a better movie. That red dress deserved a better movie. All the characters deserved better writing. Whenever someone tells me they love this movie, I have to nod and say that it's certainly beautiful looking, because I don't want to be a terrible gatekeeper, and if it was an original vampire story it might well be a guilty pleasure of mine. I just fucking hate it. On the bright side, it did give us Vlad the Poker in the What We Do in the Shadows movie, a pitch-fucking-perfect parody of Gary Oldman's Dracula, and the Nadja/Gregor plot in the What We Do in the Shadows tv show, a pitch-fucking-perfect deconstruction of the reincarnated wife trope.