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[missiva12]

!WIP!

Perception: Chapter 7

There will be a full drawing soon!

[fel-09]

Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x reader

It all starts with...

The blood that had soaked into the parquet stained the once pristine floor a deep crimson. The metallic tang of iron hung heavy in the air, almost suffocating, as the faint, flickering light of a single bulb illuminated the grotesque scene. The aftermath of carnage was everywhere—chairs overturned, utensils scattered, and deep red pools spreading slowly, soaking into the wood like ink on paper.

An hour, maybe two, had passed since the massacre, but time felt irrelevant here. The kitchen bore silent witness to the horror—a family annihilated by the cruelty of their own desperation. The killer himself lay among the victims, his lifeless body twisted grotesquely in his own blood. He hadn’t anticipated the resistance of the final member, whose desperate struggle ended with mutual destruction.

Hannibal Lecter stood in the shadowed corner of the room, his form poised and motionless, like a statue observing its latest creation. The flickering bulb painted his angular features in stark relief, and though his expression remained impassive, there was something almost... amused about the glint in his eye. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, but its execution was crude—a disappointing lack of elegance, an affront to his sensibilities.

With a measured exhalation, Hannibal moved. His footsteps were deliberate, careful to avoid the pools of blood. The floor creaked faintly beneath his polished shoes, but he remained undeterred, maneuvering through with practiced precision. For Hannibal, bloodshed was not the problem—it was the vulgar lack of artistry. His suit, immaculately tailored, was far more deserving of his concern than the surrounding horror.

When he reached you, you were barely clinging to consciousness. Your body lay crumpled amidst the carnage, a broken remnant of what had once been alive, vibrant, and full of resistance. Your shallow breaths hitched with pain, your vision spinning until it was nothing but an indistinct haze.

The sound of your hoarse, broken whisper shattered the eerie quiet.

“Help...”

Your weak hand reached out, trembling, before falling limp into the blood pooling beneath you. The word lingered in the air, fragile and desperate, as if it could shatter at the slightest touch.

Hannibal’s expression barely shifted. His eyes flicked to the crimson drop that had splattered onto his sleeve. His lips curved downward into a faint grimace, a rare moment of annoyance breaking through his composure.

“What a pity,”

he murmured, voice laced with quiet disdain.

He knelt beside you with an air of reluctant obligation, his movements deliberate and efficient. Despite the disgust evident in the tight line of his mouth, he leaned closer, placing his hands on you with a clinical detachment. Your blood marred the pristine fabric of his shirt, and yet he continued, his irritation now buried beneath his focus.

He assessed the wound swiftly, his sharp gaze calculating and precise.

“Careless,”

he muttered to himself, though the tone was more observational than accusatory.

“But salvageable.”

Hannibal removed your clothing without hesitation, treating you with the same cold efficiency as he would a lifeless body on his table. Your wounds, though not fatal, required attention, and he worked with an almost mechanical precision. The torn edges of fabric fell away, discarded carelessly onto the blood-soaked floor, as he cleaned and dressed the gash.

When the bandages were secured, he paused, his eyes flickering over your unconscious form. There was no hesitation in his actions as he redressed you, but his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary. Was it curiosity? Fascination? Even he could not fully articulate the strange pull you exerted over him.

With practiced ease, he lifted you into his arms, cradling your limp body against his chest. Your head lolled against his shoulder, and a weak breath ghosted over his neck. His jaw tightened imperceptibly, yet his steps were steady as he carried you out of the house.

Standing at the threshold, he turned back, his eyes scanning the carnage one last time. It would need to be dealt with—evidence erased, loose ends tied. But for now, his focus was on you. He adjusted his hold, drawing you closer, and for a brief moment, his gaze softened.

“I suppose you’re mine now,”

he said quietly, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and resignation.

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The journey to his home was silent, save for the rhythmic sound of your shallow breathing. Hannibal placed you gently on the chaise lounge in his sitting room, his hands brushing briefly against your skin as he adjusted your position.

As you stirred faintly, Hannibal moved to his desk, his fingers gliding over the neatly arranged tools. A syringe, some morphine—enough to dull the pain but not render you unconscious. He returned to you, administering it with the care of a practiced hand.

When your eyes fluttered open, they met his gaze, and for a moment, you thought you saw something almost human in the depths of his expression. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the calculated indifference that was his hallmark.

“You’re awake,”

he observed, his tone calm and measured.

“Good. It would be a shame if you didn’t survive after such... excitement.”

Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Why... why did you help me?”

Hannibal tilted his head, a faint smile curling his lips.

“Help is a curious word. Let us call it... an experiment.”

You wanted to respond, but your body betrayed you, too weak to form coherent thoughts. Hannibal rose, his movements fluid as he turned away, speaking over his shoulder as he left the room.

“Rest now. You’ll need your strength.”

And as the door closed softly behind him, you were left with the unsettling realization that you were no longer in control. Whatever game he was playing, you were now a part of it.

He sat down on the bed next to you when he finished everything he needed to do and put his hand on your stomach carefully so as not to touch the wound and whispered.

"I hope you're not so scared because from now on...this is your home."

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 2.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW - This one's more fun, so no warnings this time! Also, English is not my native language

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 625

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A/N: If you want to be tagged for the next parts, just let me know. And feedback is welcome!! Enjoy! 🦊

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2nd Dec. - Spell Book

You rub both your hands across your scrunched up face, cursing inwardly at how you had ended up in this situation. The dusty smell fills your nose again and your eyes dart down at that godforsaken spell book in front of you. You had stumbled across it around an hour ago in the bunker’s library and the fact that it seemed untouched, intrigued you enough to sit down with it and snoop through the pages. Ten minutes in, Dean had appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your chest as he tried to get you away from the book. “Dean, I’m readin’…” you grumbled, throwing one of his arms off in slight annoyance. You knew exactly what he was trying to do but your head was in a way different space right now, fully invested in decoding the book under your nose. But Dean being Dean, he saw his chance to annoy you and he took it. And you being you, you didn’t budge. Your fingers clasped tightly around the books rim when he tried to pry it from your hands, leading to a tug of war with the pages being between you. One thing led to the other, and you might or might not have accidentally read a random phrase from the book out loud. Just that it wasn’t English or Latin but a language you had no idea what it meant. And that it wasn’t just a phrase, but a spell. In your defence, how the hell were you supposed to know?

“Uh-...it’s um-…you are-,” you start for what’s probably the tenth attempt at getting the word out but once again you revert to some half-baked answer in the last second, “Probably better you don’t know, Dean.”

Sam who is hovering over your shoulder can’t help himself but chuckle in befuddled amusement at the situation. Was it appropriate? Probably not, seeing as Dean had been turned into a certain… object, thanks to a certain someone throwing an ancient spell into his face. But the situation was so bizarre and absurd, even for you guys, that none of you could really keep a straight face. That is, except for Dean, who’s face would have contorted from anger – if he had one. Instead his voice echoes through the halls of the bunker when he snaps at your poor attempt to avoid his question of what the hell was going on, again. Meanwhile the long object is vibrating slightly from his agitation as it sits on the table in front of you two, yelling at you.

“Oh come on!” he barks, frustration lacing his voice. The second the first word left your lips, he knew that you had done something. Nothing good ever happened when that were the first words out of your mouth. “Please, for the love of god, just tell me. You always say that and it drives me insane!” He exclaims now frantically, still unable to move and see. You two left him in the dark, quite literally from his perspective.

“We’ll figure it out, Dean. Calm down, alright?” Sam chimes in, making his best attempt to sound reassuring, but it was hard when his voice cackled from the laughter he is trying to keep in. After a moment, he cannot help himself but add with an amused chuckle, “You know, on a second thought, maybe you’d even like your new… look and...skills.” He gives you a knowing side-glance, that cheeky smirk on his face. You feel the blood rush into your face again, turning crimson as you dig your face into your hands with a groan.

“Skills? Sam what do you-” his voice vibrates, the second it clicks in his head what’s going on, he exclaims in horror, “don’t tell me.” The only response he gets is another amused chuckle from Sam and you wince into your hands, which both only serves in raising his horror even more.

“Please, somebody just tell me I am not a-” he cuts himself off, too horrified to say it aloud, hoping he’s got it all wrong. ...Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t.

(End of part 1 - to be continued…)

Edit (on my man‘s order): A/N - fun fact: I told my hubby the prompt of today and this was his idea lmao I love that silly man

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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[n-i-m-u-e]

sorry it's not funny content, just my little angry and big upset spitch

I just went to ao3 and found that one of my favorite lucemondauthors, has stopped writing one of my favorite ff. Because of hate towards Aemond in this fic. And I was so incredibly upset, I almost cried because it was a really good, sweet and lovely story. But now its finished on a very dramatic and unhappy spot. And I'm very apologies, but wHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? Someone, who been so kind and spends time to share a their love and imagination with you for free, but instead of thanking them and enjoying it, you're so displeased that it makes the author stop working.

I will never understand this. If you don't like it, don't read it!!! What's the problem? Lucemond`s fanfiction is not on the list of must-reads for the summer or anything like that. And if you want one of the fictional characters in a fictional story to behave or not behave the way you like, WRITE YOUR OWN STORY!

[snegprav]

Новая обложка к фанфику! 💥⚙️

[jokergirlout]

Those people next to me when I write a hardcore gay fucking

[tvchi]

TVCHIVERSE: Where Fandoms Collide and Stories Ignite

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OK....now I don't just write. Like many of you, I have many hobbies some of which include: Reading, Music/Music History, TV/Flim, Photography, and Fashion. So some of my tags are:

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Alright. Down to the goood shit! As I continue to write, I will be updating this landing page to include all the one-off fics/stories as well as the series that I create. I'm in the process of starting two different series at the same time, resuming another, and writing one-off stories. There's A LOT going on. Be on the look out.

Echoes of Intrigue: Prt 1

Echoes of Intrigue: Prt 2

Veiled Intentions: The Hunt, 1 Veiled Intentions: The Hunt, 2 Veiled Intentions: The Hunt, 3

The Challenge: About Loss The Challenge: About Him The Challenge: About a Challenge

My story is simple...

Anxiety

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Take This Cup

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[shrieidiger]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56089951

Раз мы тут собрались, хочу прорекламировать свой фф по энкирагнам с канниаблизмом кровищей и прочими радостями ментально здоровых людей

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Kinda part ||

And then Patricia became a sinner.

She had forgotten how to feel anything but emptiness and hatred, barely bordering on dull pain. She didn't really remember how it happened: it was just that at some point everything turned dirty gray, and somewhere in the area of her heart a black hole formed, it seemed caused if not by the explosion of a star, then by a surge of despair and hatred for sure. Consciousness was now soaked from top to bottom with this poison, as if poisoning every cell of the body, leaving no chance of escape.

If she could have regained control for even a minute, she would have strangled herself.

- Patricia, damn it, Yacker, come on, open your eyes! — the guy almost shouted another night, barely noticeably patting Williamson on the cheeks.

Nightmares plagued his girlfriend for several months, and each time Eddie was more scared of it. He was horrified by how quickly, if the girl only sobbed or jerked violently, he would wake up and almost automatically hover over her, pinning her arms to the bed: Patricia kept trying to scratch her face and neck, as if trying to really get rid of the suffocating mask. The girl had to wake up from this nightmare again and again with incredible efforts, take a deep breath and stop twitching, trying in every possible way to get rid of the tight grip of the boy. Often her sharp knees reached their target, leaving no weak blows somewhere in the area of Miller's kidneys.

Friends and colleagues periodically made fun of his bruises and scratches on his body: "It was a hot night, wasn't it, boy?" one of them snorted, shoving him in the shoulder, spreading a sly grin and winking. Eddie just nodded silently, remembering in chilling horror the despair and tears in Patricia's eyes, who finally got out of the captivity of her own consciousness.

- Eddie, I tried... - she muttered, clutching her head in her hands, pressing her whole body against the headboard. - I tried to do to you... to make you... - as if in a delirium, she continued to say it, biting her lips and digging her sharp nails into the thin, delicate skin on her own shoulders.

- This is a dream, baby, you didn't do anything wrong, - he whispered, gently pulling her to him, intercepting her palms again. - It's all right.

- But I wanted it. - finally waking up, she said softly. - I don't want to remember it, but I do. - Patricia closed her eyes wearily and lowered her head as Eddie hugged her tightly with strong arms, continuing to whisper something softly in her ear.

Of all those who fell into the power of Ammut, it was Williamson who had similar problems. And let these attacks become less frequent, but every such night from time to time still exhausted and weakened the girl.

Yes, tomorrow, anyway, she would wake him up with a bubbly laugh and sparkling eyes so that he would make them his signature pancakes for breakfast, while she herself would lazily brew his favorite coffee with milk, as if nothing had happened. And he was fascinated and amazed by this: how can she step over herself like that, stay so strong and maintain this everyday ease; fooling around in the morning, kissing him so sweetly, but with the same sly smile, fishing chocolate out of his hands with the dexterity of a cat, and pouring wine into tall glasses in the evening, and biting her lips so seductively, looking straight into his eyes.

However, none of his huge T-shirt or shirt on her could hide from Eddie how much the girl had lost weight in such a short time: the skin seemed transparent, and fine lines of veins could be seen almost all over her body; Patricia was increasingly startled by unexpected loud noises and smiled nervously when he caught her combing another scratches on the neck. He didn't know what to do or who to turn to for help, knowing only one thing: despite all these "I promise I'll get over it, cockroach" and "everything will be fine, it just takes time," it's damn hard for Patricia.

And he knew that the main culprit of all this was himself.

Endlessly replaying this hellish period of their lives in his head, he tried to understand, to remember what could have led to this. Eddie accepted the fact that it was a quarrel with him, even provoked by Denby, that caused his girlfriend to lose her soul, but he felt that this was not all: of all sinners, it was Williamson who was haunted by fragments of memories that so mercilessly burst into her head, arranging a real Armageddon there.

Which means there was something else.

And the realization that it was Eddison himself made him literally howl in despair. Then, at the entrance to the house with a gate, when he decided that the most appropriate in the situation of the impending end of the world would be fervent, albeit completely sincere, speeches about his feelings, probably at that moment the consciousness, the soul of Patricia, his Patricia, tried to free themselves from the cage into which they were driven. It was probably after that she began to understand what she was doing, and therefore to analyze and remember.

That's why neither Fabian nor Alfie remembers, but she has to go back to it with every cell of her body, time after time. And now he is responsible for everything that happens in the girl's head when these memories break through and suffocate her.

— Eddie, look at me. - Williamson said softly but firmly, looking straight into the eyes of the guy, now so tired and pale, who had been staring at the lamp on their bedside table for several minutes. — Everything will be fine. I can handle it. — She smiled at the corners of her lips. - Please, cockroach, stop harassing yourself. I love you so much, - the girl froze, nervously brushing her hair off her face, averting her emerald eyes. — What you did and said is worth absolutely every nightmare.

Laughing hoarsely, he touched his lips to her forehead, which was still wet with sweat, holding her tighter, even closer to him, although it seems that this is impossible. Watching as her breathing gradually steadied and her body relaxed, Eddie tried not to betray the crazy excitement and awe that filled him.

The fear for this beautiful girl, who was now so peacefully ensconced in his arms, who had to overcome so much, made his heart fill with senseless anger mixed with such a burning desire to hide, protect, secure.

He was ready to swear that he could stop any damn end of the world if her well-being was at stake.

One word from her and he would rush into fire, water, and utter hell.

[dogreed-blog]

Legacy of Kain Fourge of Nosgoth. Canceled fun fiction.

Part One.

Warning. I created this post using a mobile phone and Google translator. In such conditions, there may be errors in the text that are difficult to avoid. I apologize in advance. Those people who mastered this text, you are real heroes :)

Hello everyone, first of all I would like to dedicate this post to the topic of the story that I created during my work on the drawings.

Due to the fact that the project is not completed, I will describe something in the format of a story. I will explain the other part in general terms.

Introduction

First of all, I want to say that this is not canon, but fan fiction and there are many reasons for that. First of all, I'm an old fan and I want to see how this series progresses. But there have been no games for twenty years. Secondly, I started with soul reaver 1 and also liked to look for materials related to the development of these games. In general, I wanted to see a mix of dark fantasy and techno thriller. But as time and recent experience have shown, a lot of fans want something completely different.

A lot of people see this series as a light fairy tale with religious overtones, and it seems to me that some of the developers do too. For these reasons, I don't see the point in doing what I planned, but I'm not going to be silent either.

Today I will tell you a story that I have collected from non-included materials and pieces of lore. I will also use my work as an example and materials from games, so that there are fewer questions and non-docks.

A little bit about game development.

And so in order to understand why many games have so many secrets, sometimes you need to look for answers not in the game itself, but in the history of its creation.

I'll start with the fact that there is a gap of seven years between the first game released in 1996 and the last in 2003. In addition, these games were not only created by different studios, but during the period of their creation, the authors faced a lot of difficulties. Starting from tight deadlines, ending with problems with communication between studios. In addition, the genre of this series often underwent a kind of renaissance due to the fact that completely different people were engaged in it, who used the developments from their games.

Therefore, blood omen 1 is a typical European dark fantasy. At the same time, soul reaver 1 has a completely different style with the beginnings of techno fantasy. And in blood omen 2, we could see locations resembling quake 2.

Vampirism in Legacy of Kain.

Before I begin, I want to touch on the concept of vampirism and its rules. This is more of a theory based on the world of the game, but I will explain the principle and use it. To create a vampire, you need to pull the soul out of the underworld. Blood is not necessary for the bodies, but for the nourishment of the soul of the being. Depending on who and how summoned the vampire, the creature's qualities and abilities will differ. Now about weaknesses. Most of all vampires are afraid of water, sunlight. The reason for this is that souls exist in an unnatural way. Thus they violate the laws of this world. The element of water represents the spirit world and the sun represents the physical world. In encounter the primary elements in a certain amount, the connections of the soul and body begin to collapse. The soul is pulled into the world of the dead, from which the vampire's body begins to burn, receiving magical damage. Depending on the strength of the soul, it is able to withstand these elements and adapt to them. Over time, the souls of vampires adapt to these conditions.

There are also ghosts of dead vampires in the spirit world. This is due to the fact that the bodies are still intact and the connection remains in force. This is how vampires strengthen their powers while in the world of the dead. To destroy this connection, you need to finally free the vampire's soul. Then the body will be completely destroyed in the physical world.

Now about my fan fiction, I will start chronologically with soul reaver 1 and finish with the first blood omen 1.

Soul reaver 1

Early Kain's empire era.

When Kain defeated the humans, he divided his empire into two parts. He fenced the northern part with a wall, and also put a shroud, to cover the sun. The southern part belonged to people. But they were given a ban on arming or forming their armies. The kingdoms were engaged in agroculture and paid tribute by people. Kain also founded a cult that idolizes itself among people. Members of this cult had more privileges among people.

Beyond the great wall in the north, the empire of Kain began. Six clans alternately kept watch and observed the order in the territories of people. Within the empire itself, six lieutenants kept order. Raziel was responsible for bureaucracy and public morality. Turel was responsible for the smoke shroud . Dumah led the eternal watch on the great wall. Rahab was in charge of food supplies. Zephon was the head of imperial intelligence. Melchiah was recruiting among the people who arrived.

Every hundred years, the brothers replaced each other in the watch for people and retired, thereby evolving. Over time, Kane imposed a ban on uncontrolled technological development in order to maintain social balance within his state.

With the passage of time, Kain increasingly distanced himself from the conduct of the affairs of his empire. He shifted this burden onto the shoulders of his children. Kain retreated deep into the northern mountains and after a huge number of years gathered a council. In order to voice the mistakes of the brothers on it and give them new instructions going forward for centuries. Raziel, the first of his children, led the affairs of his empire for many years. The power of Raziel was not limited only by its clan. Due to his successful policy with people, he had both many friends and enemies. Due to this, he had a huge favor with Kain. Which allowed him to evolve faster than his brothers. Kain gave Raziel the opportunity to sleep not a hundred but two hundred years. In the end, it played a cruel joke on him.

When Raziel woke up with a new gift and appeared at the council for the last time, it seemed to him that his crime was prematurely evolution. The crime was that he spoiled the will of the owner and took advantage of the privileges that he gave him. Thus, he tried to go against the higher authority, even if not intentionally. But he did not yet know that his accusations were based on completely different reasons.

Soul reaver 1 era.

After waking up in the Abyss, Raziel, as in the Original, will enter into a dialogue with the elder god. However, unlike the original, he will show him visions of what became of Nosgoth because of the empire of Kain. He will put pressure on Raziel's conscience and his desire to restore order so that he cleansed Nosgot of vampires, acting in accordance with his own beliefs. Then Raziel will go to his home. But unlike the original, its territory has become an eternal battlefield between several clans that have not been able to achieve full control over this place. Raziel will also come across groups of people and vampires unknown to him. From the general rumors it will become clear that Raziel was executed on charges of treason. Which puzzled him a little. In order to learn more and also understand what happened to his descendants, he will go to the lands of people. The passage to which was also on his territory. Wandering through the devastated terrain of people, it will become clear to the hero that with the collapse of the empire, people also went to war against each other.

Trying to understand what happened, Raziel will try to help a group of ordinary people by protecting them from bandits. In gratitude, they will tell him that there are only three kingdoms of people left who are at war with each other. The last kingdom that was handed over to Kain fell not so long ago. At the same time, the shroud is spreading further away from the wall, due to which crops are dying and people are becoming fewer. The peasants also ask Raziel to protect them from the strange figures that come from the destroyed cemetery and kidnap people. Arriving at the cemetery, Raziel will find an underground tunnel that leads to the territory of Melchiah.

At the cemetery, Raziel meets several groups of cultists who are fighting among themselves. From their conversations, it becomes clear that these people work for different vampire clans. They also declare that the one faith in Kain is dead with him. The ruler of the empire has not appeared since the execution of his child. Raziel also learns from the surviving cultists that the struggle between the clans began two hundred years after his death.

The territory of Melchiah resembles a mixture of a marble crypt and a slaughterhouse, where the skin is re-rolled and grown in an unnatural way. The members of his clan are also divided into brainless grotesques. Vampires that were sewn together from different parts and almost lost their minds. Before shamans who have intelligence. Some of which transferred themselves into statues, creating an analogue of gargoyles. Here Raziel will free the vampire hunters from whom he learns that there are many orders that have dedicated themselves to fighting the empire of Kain. The hunters themselves will consider him an angel of retribution, not knowing his true name. Next, Raziel's goal will be to enter the inner level of the crypt and free ordinary people. Also in the crypt, he learns that the mass Genocide of men a thousand years ago put the clans on the verge of death. As a result, they destroyed one of their own. To preserve the population.

Descending into the darkest levels of the crypt, Raziel notices that there are no laboratories or religious places of worship around, which were built in honor of the lieutenants. The crypt resembled a sealed black safe, which was unlocked by several people at once. But it looks like the safe was abandoned and I'm holding something back inside. Opening several levels of slabs the size of a room, Raziel stepped out into a red and black passage. Behind the campaign there was a huge hall full of stone presses and blades, in the center of which was a huge meat grinder for people. Raziel slowly made his way to the other end of this room.

Unlike the original, Melchiah will have to mock Raziel. He will tell him that with his promission, the members of the cult of Kain went against each other, back in the days when the empire flourished. He will accuse Raziel of blindness. While Raziel shone in the rays of glory, the Little brother had true power in Nosgth. All people went through him, and therefore he decided how and where the common food would go. He will also hint to Raziel that the betrayal of the brothers began long before his execution. And it was the Petty, confusing people's minds that started it. Ugly appearance doesn't bother Melchiah much, now that everything he wanted has already happened. The monstrous experiments that he put on himself and others made him invincible . Now he doesn't have to be afraid of anyone. Power and food themselves go into his hands, he does not need to do anything else. Melchiah can only eat and sleep while the world rots by itself. After defeating his brother, Raziel will receive not only a soul, but also part of the memories in which he will understand that his litle brother was not privy to much, but thought too much about himself.

From now on, I will only describe the details. With the help of vampire hunters, Raziel will find a secret passage to the caves that lead to the territory of Zephon. There he also meets vampires who are not like those belonging to the empire of Kain. From conversations, he learns that these are the descendants of Vorador, whom he hid in vaults. Now their time has come to find freedom and fight back against the decaying empire. With their common help, armies of people unite with hunters in caves. There they discuss a plan to besiege the underground city.

In addition, Raziel will also discover the symbols of his clan in the caves. However, the passageways will be swamped and there will be no opportunity to explore the location. Raziel will also notice that all the insignia on his territory have been destroyed. This suggests that his descendants may still be alive.

The history of the Silent Cathedral .

Unlike the original, the silent cathedral was originally built as another smoke factory. Unlike the one in the north, this structure was supposed to produce a smoke shroud from underground water vapor. However, the structure was never completed to the end. Initially, this was the territory of the Turel. But thanks to the actions of Zephon and Melchiah , two hundred years later people got the opportunity to get into this location and capture it. They also started a false rumor that the cathedral is a sonic weapon that can destroy all vampires. After a while, people founded an underground city and brought the construction to an end. However, the goal of Zephon and Melchiah was to rebuild the factory under the management of groundwater by someone else's hands. After a while, people were able to flood the abbey, where one of the Turel's residences was located. However, this was all part of the vampires' plan. From Melchiah 's memories, Raziel knows that Rahab was also part of this plan. The three of them easily captured the underground city with their armies .

After the city was captured, Melchiah went to his lands and after that, did not visit this location. From the information that Raziel learned, the city turned into a market for the slave trade. Zephon secretly raised his cultists and supplied his younger brother with some people for experiments.

The siege of the underground city.

Together with an Army of humans and vampire hunters, Raziel will need to infiltrate the city and help free the captive slaves. Most of which were located in the arena area. There was a selection between them to serve other clans. First he had to arrange a sabotage in several parts of the city. After the vampires are distracted, the humans will free the slaves and evacuate via an underground river on ships. Raziel will need to cover for them. Then Raziel will go to the upper part of the cathedral. After that, the Vorador vampires will flood the lower level, burying the entire underground city.

On this note, i wil finish part one of this fun fiction.

[groundmeatart]

Руки у Керелайн были грубые, заскорузлые и неловкие. От тяжёлой работы были они покрыты мазолями и двигались резко,с силой. В каждом движении их ощущалась какая-то спешка, до в то же время чоткость, так двигались обычно пальцы солдат во время перезарядки ружья. Ногти же у Керелайн всегла были острыми и неопрятными,она почти их не стригла, а только обгрызала. То же самое можно было сказать и о её волосах:сальные,похожие на сосульки патлы едва доставали до плеч. Керелайн не когда не ходила к парикмахиру но причоска её всегда ставалась неизменна,не становилась короче или длиннее.

И казалась будто бы вся Керелайн была такой: грубой, неаккуратной, резкой. Будто бы и само её сердце покрылось мазолями и шрамами.

Совсем не похожа на неё была доктор Гайевич: всегда апрятная, ухожанная, отпалированная до блеска. Её длиннын светлые волосы были собранны в неплотный пучёк,но даже пряди, выбивавшиеся из него выгляжели идиально,будто бы так и было задуманно,будто бы уже рождена она была такой.

-Вы очень добры,доктор,спасибо за заботу.-Тихо благодорила Керелайн,когда Гайевиц бинтовала её раны.

В ответ доктор только коротно кивала. Как бы не пыталась она быть ласковой-её слова звучали грубо и резко,как будто бы не говорила она, рубила тапором драва.

Керелайн тут же смущалась своих слов и замолкала. Лишь бы не обидеть,лишь бы не задеть как-нибуть доктора Вилену Гайевичь.

Посленяя же спокойно латала все раны Керелайн и законьчив,оставляла её. Не желая мешать доктору,женщина тихо говорила слова благодарности,которые даже будучи тизими звучали грубо и походили. Затем,снова смутившись самой себя,Керелайн кивала,надеясь что доктор заметит этот жест и тихо уходила.

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Когда же Керелайн снова доводилось бывать на больничной койке-она искала возможности увидить доктора Гайевич, просила позвать её, тянула вреия во время обходов,что бы доктор оставалась с ней по дольше. И каждый раз её было ужасно ннловко за то что она отнимает у Вилены драгоценное время,но каждый раз она пыталась оттенуть момент их расставания.

Как-то раз после очередного боя,лёжа в военном госпитале с тяжёлым ранением, Керелайн снова попросила позвать доктора Гайевич и та пришла. Она несколько пинут осматривала Керелайн,задавала ей вопросы, стараясь разузнать что же беспокоет бывалую военную на этот раз. Но женщина только скомканно и обрывисто отвечала.

Ей было сложно говорить с доктором. Керелайн ощущала что не может отвечать жтой женщине так же,как она отвечала своим ослужтвцам и так же как она отвечала оенначальникам. Одно дело выкрикивать "Сер! Да,сер!", но совсем другое-говорить с женщиной. Как можно говорить так резко с человеком,который так нежно заботится о тебе,но в то же время так холоден с тобой? Этот контраст порождал в Керелайн странные чувства и она не могла вымолвить не слова,боясь звучать грубой. Забавно,наверное Вилкна щитает её глупой или странной. Но от того эщё более непонятной ощущается её забота,её аккуратность и бережливое отнощение. Может она относится так ко всем своим пациэнтам? О нет,об этом Керелайн совсем не хотела думать. Вэдь если Вилена относится так ко всем,то получается что Керелайн уж очень злоупотребляет её заботой, ��остоянно прося о помощи именно её,доктора Гайевич.

-Керелайн, я не могу часами сидеть в вашей палате.-Холодно заметила доктор, глядя на лежащую на койке пациэнтку.-Если вам что-то нужно-вы можете попросить кого-то из сестрёр и к тому же...

-Доктор!-перебила её Керелайн,тут же запнувшись.-Доктор, вы...Я лишь хочу сказать,спабибо. Вы очень добры ко мне и я...

-Нет нужды говорить это,Керелайн. Моя работа в этом госпитале-лечить, в "делах душевных" я вам не помошник. Если у вас нет жалоб на самочувствие-я не вижу смысла для наших с вами бесед.

-Да,вы...Конечно вы правы,доктор.

Кородтко кивнув,Гайевич собралась было встать,как вдруг взгляд её опустился к кравати,на которой лежала пациэнтка.

Средним и указательным пальцами,Керелайн держалась за краюшек рукава халата Вилены. Гайевич вопросительно посмотрела на подопечную,от чего та вжалась в койку,не в силах не дать ответа,не отпустить доктора. Спокойно выдохнув Гайевич положила руку на руку пациэнтки.

-Вы,вероятно переживаете из-за ран,но поверьте-вы будете в порядке. Я буду рядом если с вами что-то случится. Отдохните. Я попрошу медсестёр поставить вам укол успокоительного. Отдохните,а я позабочусь что бы вы були здоровы.

Говоря это,доктор поглаживала руку Керелайн большим пальцем. Законьчив же говорить,она поднялась. Тонкая ткань халата выскользнула из пальцев Керелайн и та протянула руку, надеясь снова ухватиться за доктора. Но Гайевич уже покинула палату.

Нет нет нет и нет! Дело было совсем не в ранах,не они беспокоили Керелайн! Но было уже поздно,доктор уже ушла.

Керелайн натянула лицо одеяло и повернувшись на бок,закрыла глаза. Всё что ей осталось-ждать следующего прихода доктора, её строгих слов о том что Керелайн должна береч себя и этих нежных прикосновений.

[fel-09]

It's not every day you get to see Hannibal who's late.

The cold light of dawn softly seeped through the heavy curtains, painting the room in pale hues of lilac. There was something wrong about this morning—something subtle, like a faint bitterness in a favorite drink. Usually, at this hour, you would wake to the gentle sounds of Hannibal starting his day: his steps around the bedroom were silent, and soon the faint clink of dishes in the kitchen would follow. He was a man of order and rituals, and there was so much tenderness and certainty in this routine that you always felt wrapped in a cocoon of safety.

But today…

Today, his arm hadn’t moved from your waist, and his steady, warm breaths continued to tickle the skin of your neck as if he had no intention of going anywhere. You shifted slightly, but his hold became a bit firmer—a lazy, half-conscious motion, as though he wouldn’t let you leave.

“Hannibal?” you whispered, not turning your head.

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he inhaled the scent of your hair more deeply, his nose skimming your neck and leaving a warm trace of his breath.

“Mmm,” was all he managed, low and husky, sleep still thick in his voice—completely unlike him.

You propped yourself up on one elbow and looked at him. His usually immaculate hair was tousled into soft waves, and the shadows of sleep lingered on his face, something you’d never seen before. Hannibal looked… almost human in his relaxation, so vulnerable that your heart clenched at the sight.

“Did you oversleep?” you asked with a faint smile, brushing your fingers over his cheek.

He lazily opened one eye, and upon realizing how late it was, froze for a brief moment before suddenly sitting up.

“Damn,” he muttered, softly but with enough emphasis to surprise you. This was Hannibal Lecter, a man whose life ran like a precise mechanism, and yet here he was—offbeat.

Holding your breath, you watched as he rose from the bed, catlike in his grace but clumsy in his urgency. For a moment, Hannibal stared at the floor, seemingly bewildered by the absence of his slippers, then ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further.

“You need coffee,” you teased, unable to hold back a chuckle.

“Time would be more useful,” he replied dryly, though there was no irritation in his voice—only the strange morning that threw you both off balance.

When he began to dress, the sight was nearly comical. A jacket was thrown over one shirt, then removed in favor of another; a tie was tied and loosened again, his eyes darting increasingly toward the clock.

“I can’t believe you’re in a hurry,” you said with a smile, resting your cheek on your hand.

He paused, fastening a cufflink, and looked at you with the faintest smirk, though his gaze was softer than usual.

“I’m only in a hurry because I allowed myself something extra.” Hannibal stepped closer, and you, still watching him, reached out to fix his tie properly.

“Something extra?” you echoed.

“Thirty minutes spent in bed with you,” he replied, his fingers gently brushing your chin before he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “And I must admit, it was worth every lost minute.”

You watched him, amused, as he quickly threw on his coat, checked his watch, and, at the door, suddenly turned back for a moment. Hannibal approached you again, pressing a warm, hurried kiss to your cheek.

“Goodbye, my love,” he murmured, his voice tender despite the rush.

Smiling, you looked up at him through your lashes, letting a soft laugh escape your lips as he lingered for a moment longer than he should have. Hannibal’s eyes met yours—there was something unreadable in their depths, as if he was memorizing you in this quiet, imperfect moment.

“You’re going to be late,” you teased, though your voice was gentler now, softer.

Hannibal tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into the faintest of smiles. He leaned down once more, placing a deliberate, lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I’m always on time,” he murmured against your skin, his tone carrying a warmth that made your chest tighten.

And then, with measured steps, he left—his absence leaving behind the faint hum of a morning unlike any other. The silence felt full, not empty, as though the room still held echoes of him: his voice, his touch, his uncharacteristic humanity.

You stayed where you were, the sheet cool under your fingertips, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. Whatever strange rhythm the day had begun with, you decided you wouldn’t mind if it lingered.

[luna-x-won]

ENG/RUS

Tarnished roses/Потускневшие розы

Jungwon gazes at the faded, ordinary dark roses — the last ones Jongseong gave him that evening. He left, leaving behind only a small piece of himself — a red ribbon wrapped around the slender bouquet, one of his most cherished possessions. All friends and acquaintances saw not expensive jewelry or bracelets on his wrist, but just the red ribbon. He remembered how, in a fit of anger, he threw the purchased flowers on the floor, shouting about how tired he was, saying many loud words — loud words of love and despair. Another fight, more tears and embraces, the eternal words of love and promises — to always stay together until the end.

If Jungwon could be in that place, in that room again, he would act differently. He would hold him tight, reassure him that everything was alright, and never let go. Two weeks of separation feel like an eternity. The numbers are no longer blocked, and their hearts have thawed. There is only one desire inside — to see each other as soon as possible and start anew. To meet him at the door with the beloved smell of bitter coffee, to gently trace his cheekbones with his fingers and leave a soft kiss on one of them. His legs lead him by themselves to that familiar and dear place. He stands hesitantly on the rug by the iron door, nervously fingering the ribbon in his hands. There’s no time to lose, but the young man remembers his first visit to Jongseong’s warm apartment: their shy glances and flushed cheeks, heartfelt conversations under a warm blanket, and the barely noticeable kiss on the cheek when saying goodbye.

Tears run down his gaunt cheeks, and his hand reaches for the doorbell. The loud chime presses on his ears but clears his mind. Jungwon feels his heart gradually stop when the unfamiliar lock clicks, and the door opens to reveal the most beloved and familiar person. Through tear-filled eyes, he still sees those familiar black ones in front of him. They look deeply and seriously, not revealing all their depth and thoughts. A warm touch on his wrist, the loud thud of the door, and a tight embrace. Tears stain the familiar home shirt, but he only presses closer to his body, feeling their nervous heartbeats in unison. Beloved hands wipe the tears from his cheeks, looking at him with longing and gratitude. Now, both of them promise each other that, in the end, they will finally be happy, without shedding a single tear.

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Чонвон смотрит на потускневшие, банальные тёмные розы — последние, что подарил Чонсон в тот вечер. Он так и ушёл, оставив совсем малую частичку себя — красную ленту, обмотанную вокруг худощавого букета, одну из его самых драгоценных вещей. Все друзья и знакомые видели на его запястье не дорогие украшения или браслеты, а лишь красную ленту. Вот он, в порыве злости, бросал купленные цветы на пол, крича о том, как устал, говоря много громких слов, громких слов о любви и отчаянии. Очередная ссора, очередные слёзы и объятия, вечные слова любви и обещаний — всегда держаться до конца.

Будь Чонвон сейчас снова в том месте, в той комнате, он бы поступил иначе. Обнял бы его, убедил, что всё в порядке, и никогда бы не отпускал. Две недели короткой разлуки длятся как целая вечность. Номера уже не заблокированы, а сердца растаяли. Внутри лишь одно желание — поскорее увидеться и начать всё с чистого листа. Встретить на пороге с любимым запахом горького кофе, провести аккуратно кончиками пальцев по чужим скулам и оставить на одной из них лёгкий поцелуй. Ноги сами ведут его в то любимое и родное место. Он топчется на ковре у железной двери, теребя ленту в руках. Времени совсем нет, но юноша вспоминает его первый визит в тёплую квартиру Чонсона: их робкие взгляды и розовые щеки, откровенные разговоры под тёплым одеялом и едва ощутимый поцелуй в щёку на прощание.

Слёзы текут по исхудавшим щекам, а рука тянется к звонку. Громкая мелодия давит на уши, но отрезвляет. Чонвон чувствует, как его сердце постепенно замирает, когда заскрипел чужой замок, и открывается дверь — самая любимая и родная. Полные слёз глаза всё равно видят напротив чужие чёрные. Они смотрят глубоко и серьёзно, не позволяя понять всю их глубину и мысли. Тёплое прикосновение к запястью, громкий стук двери и крепкие объятия. Слёзы мажут чужую домашнюю кофту, но он только теснее прижимается к его телу, чувствуя одновременно их беспокойные сердцебиения. Любимые руки вытирают слёзы с его щёк, глядя с тоской и благодарностью. Теперь они оба обещают друг другу, что, в конце концов, останутся счастливыми до самого конца, не проронив ни единой слезинки.

[jollyhunter]

second that.

I still am too scared to post just as much as little snippets of my ideas, stories or scenes.

I am not a professional (yet?), also English isn’t my native language and usually it was written when I was in some kind of sleep deprived high.

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

[insidekatmind]

Share- Levi Colwill x reader x Jude Bellingham (love triangle)

Wearning: +18,smut

You are at a time in your life when the attention on you has become overwhelming. and everything started unexpectedly. You have always been a quiet person, far from drama and emotional complications. Yet, here you are, involved in a love triangle between Jude Bellingham and Levi Colwill. It’s clear that both of them do not intend to give up.

It all started a few months earlier, at an exclusive party hosted by a mutual friend. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and you had no idea that your life would change that night.You were at the bar sipping a cocktail when Jude came over with his disarming smile and self-confident look.

"I’ve never seen you at a party like this. You’re one of those people who likes to stay in the shadows, am I right?" He had said it in a tone that felt like defiance.

You laughed, trying to hide the blush that was coloring your cheeks. "I prefer not to draw too much attention. I’m not really... used to it."

"Well, tonight you’ll be in the middle of mine," he replied, raising his glass towards you.

You couldn’t deny that Jude had a magnetic charm. You spent the evening chatting, discovering a side of him that went beyond the footballer: a brilliant, ambitious but also surprisingly sweet boy.

Yet, just as you were starting to feel comfortable, someone else had caught your attention.

Levi Colwill had made his way through the crowd with the calm of one who does not need to hurry to be noticed. He was different from Jude: less cheeky, more mysterious. When he saw you, he approached discreetly, waiting for the right moment to talk to you.

"Is he already boring you?" he said, pointing to Jude with a nod. "What?" you asked, surprise.

"Bellingham. He has a reputation for talking too much," he added with a grin that made you shiver.

"And you? Are you one of those who speaks little and listens a lot?" you answered, amused.

"Something like that," he said, with a look that seemed to be light inside.

From that moment on, your attention was divided. Both boys seemed determined to win you over, each in their own way. Jude was spontaneous, passionate, always ready to make you laugh. Levi, on the other hand, was reflective, profound, capable of turning even a trivial conversation into something special.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jude and Levi had begun to become more and more present in your life.

One afternoon, Jude had shown up to your house on a motorbike. "Let’s go for a ride. I want to show you the city like you’ve never seen it before."

You could not say no, and that afternoon turned into an unforgettable adventure, among laughter and breathtaking views.

But just when you thought Jude had won an important point, Levi made his move. One evening, he invited you to an impromptu dinner at his house. He had cooked for you, and the way he looked at you as you spoke made you feel special in a way that you couldn’t explain.

Every moment with one of them seemed like a balancing act, a step forward for one and a step back for the other.

Things had exploded when, during a dinner you decided not to attend to take time to think about it, the two ended up arguing.

"Do you really think you have a chance with her?" said Jude, raising his voice. "She wants someone who knows how to amuse her, who knows how to live. Not one who spends time as a philosopher."

"Ah, really?" Levi replied, keeping a calm tone but visibly irritated. "Because it seems to me that she’s looking for someone who really understands her. And, honestly, it’s not you."

The words became increasingly sharp, until the two almost clashed physically. Mutual friends had intervened to separate them, but the tension was palpable.

The next day you were sitting on a park bench, the sun filters through the leaves of the trees and warms your face. You shake your phone, a little bored, when you get a message.

Jude: "Are you free tonight? I thought I’d take you somewhere you’d like to go."

You smile lightly, aware of his attempt to win you over. You do not respond in time, that another notification surprises you.

Levi: "I’ll pick you up in an hour. I won’t take no for an answer."

You’re wide-eyed, you incredulous. But are they in agreement? you ask. The situation amuses you, but it also makes you difficult. It is not easy to juggle between the insistence of two guys so charming and, above all, so competitive.

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You’re sitting at a table in an elegant restaurant. Levi is standing in front of you, his dark eyes fixed on yours. He wears a white shirt with a slight button-down that lets you see his skin and the tuatuaggi on his right arm that made him irresistible. He smiles with that confidence which he knows to be his best weapon.

"So, did you have fun with Bellingham the other day?" asks, bringing the glass of wine to his lips.Raise an eyebrow, surprised by her direct question.

"Are you jealous, Colwill?" you reply provocatively.He laughs, shaking his head.

"Jealous? No, just curious. I want to see if he has a chance against me."

You stop for a moment, his gaze is penetrating, but you do not give in. You are aware of your power in this situation.

"Maybe he does. Or maybe not. It depends on who is smarter." you reply with a mischievous smile. Levi bites his lip, visibly amused by your challenge.

"Oh, so you’re challenging me? Are you sure you want to play with me?"

"I never play, Levi. And you know it."

His smile widens. "I like it even more."

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The next day, Jude invites you to his house. When you arrive, he welcomes you with the usual bright smile. He wears a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, a simple but incredibly attractive look on him.

"You’re finally here. I was beginning to think that Levi had kidnapped you." he says jokingly.He laughs, shaking his head.

"Don’t worry, I’m too smart to be caught." You reply with a playful smile.Jude looks at you for a moment, his gaze becomes more serious.

"I know. And maybe that’s what I like about you." he admits, getting a few steps closer.

You feel your heart racing, but not receding. He is so close that you can smell his fresh and enveloping scent.

"Don’t think you can have me just because you tell me to." You answer with a confident voice.

"I don’t think so. But I know I do." He answers, and his eyes won’t come off of yours.

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The days pass and the tension between Levi and Jude becomes more evident. It all starts with small comments thrown at a distance, but soon the jokes turn into provocative looks. During a party you’ve been invited to, you find them both there, and the situation becomes explosive.

"What a coincidence to see you here, Bellingham." says Levi with a provocative smirk.

"Yeah, you here too, Colwill? I thought you were busy losing games." Jude replied, keeping the tone calm but sharp. You look at them with your arms folded.

"Are you serious?" you ask, tired of their teasing.

Levi approaches you, moving a lock of hair behind your ear.

"I’m just protecting what’s mine," he says, looking into your eyes.

"Yours? Don’t get confused, Colwill." You counter, and he laughs softly. Jude steps forward, his eyes on Levi.

"She’s nobody’s, dude. And you should remember that." said Jude looking at him badly.

The two stare for a moment. You know that things could get out of hand, but you decide to intervene.

"Stop it! I’m not a trophy. If you keep acting like this, you’ll both lose." You say in a firm tone and leave them alone.

The two continued to watch while Levi watched with a calm that was making Jude angry. "Who wins the best," said Jude, and Levi looked at him amused and then left.

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It was a few days and you decided to go to the disco alone to get your ideas, It was one of those evenings where the atmosphere seemed magical from the beginning. You were in the elegant nightclub in the heart of London, immersed in a vortex of soft lights and pulsating music.

You were trying to distract yourself from the events of these days by not thinking about how Levi and Jude kept coming at you and how they always fought over you.

The DJ had just started playing a hypnotic mix of house and reggaeton, and you couldn’t help but let yourself go to the beat. You wore a dress that perfectly embraced every curve, attracting admiring glances wherever you went, but what really caught the eye was your energy. You danced with an innate sensuality, without any effort, as if the music ran in your blood.

At one point, you feel a burning gaze on you. You turn slowly and cross the gaze of Levi, he looked at you with an intensity that made you hold your breath. He waves a little glass at you, and your heart quickened. Before you can answer, you notice another pair of eyes staring at you: Jude Bellingham. He was on the opposite side of the dance floor, leaning nonchalantly against the bar. When your looks meet, his smile widens, and he slowly approaches, moving through the crowd with magnetic security.

You don’t have time to think. The music changes, becoming slower and more sensual, and Levi takes the first step. He approaches with a mischievous smile, tilting his head.

"Y/n as always I can’t do at least not notice you" he says, his deep voice barely overtaken by the music. "Let’s dance?"

You don’t have time to answer that you feel a warm hand on your back. You turn around, facing Jude. He is even more beautiful up close, with his dark eyes that seem to read your soul.

"Levi, you’re too slow," says Jude with a provocative smile. "She dance with me tonight."

You find yourself between two fires, but instead of choosing, you decide to have fun. "Who said I should choose one?" Answer, with a smirk that leaves both speechless.

The music picks up and you start moving, letting go completely. Levi comes to you from behind, his hands just above your hips, while Jude watches you from the front, his body coming closer and closer to yours. They dance in tune, their bodies following your movements with perfect precision. It’s thrilling, almost surreal to be the center of their attention.

As Levi touches your neck with a light kiss, you feel a shiver running down your back. " So beautiful" he murmurs, his voice so close that you can’t hear it. You let go for a moment, head tilting to the side to offer him more space and start rubbing more on his cock. But as soon as you close your eyes, feel Jude’s hands on your life.

You look up at him, and he looks at you with a determination that takes your breath away. " I waited long enough," he says, before bending down and capturing your lips in an intense, passionate kiss. His mouth is hot, and the way he holds you makes you lose your sense of time and space. Levi, however, does not back down. He keeps kissing your neck, his hands holding you tight against him as he also began to rub his cock on your ass making you moan in Jude’s kiss

The minutes seem to stop. The dance floor around you fades away, leaving you alone in a world of music, soft lights and pure electricity. When you finally break away from Jude, your eyes meet those of Levi. His gaze is a mixture of desire and challenge.

"We’re not done with you yet," he whispers.

Smile, your heart beating wildly. "I don’t mind," you reply excited.

Jude and Levi exchanged a smile without arguing for the first time. You all three went outside and looked around.

The night air was fresh as you left the disco, still immersed in the adrenaline of the evening. Levi takes the keys to his black sports car, with a confident smile that left no room for doubt. " The evening doesn’t end here," he says, opening the door for you with a gallant gesture. You can’t help but smile as you step into the car, sitting in the back seat.

Jude follows you, closing the door behind him. Before Levi starts the engine, Jude looks at you with a breath-holding intensity. "Are you sure you can hold us?" whispers to you, his voice a mixture of fun and desire. His hand touches yours, and you feel a shiver running down your back.

"We’ll see," you reply with a mischievous smile, knowing full well that you have no intention of backing away.

Levi turns slightly from the driver’s seat, looking through the rear-view mirror with a smirk. "Be comfortable behind, huh? No distractions while driving." But the spark in his eyes betrays his tone. The engine starts, and the car starts moving, gliding smoothly through the streets lit by street lamps.

While Levi is focused on driving, Jude does not waste time. He comes closer to you, his warm breath against your skin. " Do you know how hard it is to ignore you?" he whispers, her lips touching your neck. He starts kissing you slowly, with a deliberate sweetness that makes you shiver. His hands find your side, the touch light but possessive. Every kiss is like a spark that ignites a fire within you.

You try to stay calm, but the feeling of his lips and hands makes you close your eyes and tilt your head slightly to give him more space. Jude smiles at your skin.

"You like it, don’t you?" he whispers in his low, satisfying voice. You don’t answer, but the way your body reacts is all he needs to know.

From the driver’s seat, Levi raises a hand to adjust the rear-view mirror, looking at you with an accessory smile. " If I keep feeling that way, I might have to pull over," he jokes, but the

tone is loaded with subtext. " It’s not safe to drive with you guys distracting me like this."

"You drive," Jude replies, without even taking my attention away from you. "I’m just taking care of her."

You laugh slowly, trying to regain control of the situation, but it’s impossible with Jude so close. " Maybe you should focus on the road, Levi," you say in an innocent tone that contrasts the fire you feel inside.

Levi chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, I’m thinking about it. But trust me, I can’t wait to get home to join the fun."

His words make you beat faster, and the journey to his home seems to last an eternity, every second of tension. Jude continues to kiss your neck, his touch becoming bolder, his hands touching the edge of your dress. Finally, Levi parks in front of an elegant modern house with large windows reflecting the city lights.

"Welcome," says Levi, getting out of the car and opening the door for you. His look is calm but full of promises. "We enter. The evening has just begun."

You look around for a moment, then Jude takes your hand and guides you to the entrance. Levi opens the door and lets you in first, the house lit by a warm and welcoming light. You turn to them, your heart beating like a bat.

Levi reaches you in a few steps, his confident smile makes you feel your heart beat faster. He comes slowly, his eyes seem to study you every moment, as if he is waiting for the perfect moment.

When he finally bends over to you, feel his hands gently leaning against your hips as his lips meet yours in a warm and passionate kiss.

Levi kisses with a confidence that overwhelms you. His hands are just tighter, as if to make sure you don’t go away, but you have no intention of doing so. You raise your arms and walk around her neck, pulling it closer to you as if there is still too much space between you. The warmth of his body against yours is electrifying, and the way he kisses you makes you lose any sense of time.

As you let go completely, you feel a movement behind you. Open your eyes for a moment and notice Jude coming slowly. His gaze is intense, and never turns away from you two. The way he walks, with that innate confidence, raises tension in the air. He says nothing, but the energy that emanates speaks clearly: he does not intend to stay on the sidelines.

Levi detaches himself slightly from you, just for a moment, his eyes meeting with yours as he smiles complicit. " Don’t think you’ve escaped me so easily," he whispers, his voice low and full of desire.

Levi starts kissing your neck while you moan slowly. Jude comes down behind you and lifts the dress that had made him crazy all evening and took off your underwear to then begin to kiss your thighs and you closed your eyes at the touch moaning slowly.

Levi smiled at your neck and Jude smiled at your thigh and then stuck a finger in your folds and you moaned.

Levi looks at you as he starts to pull down the shoulder strap of your dress and moves your bra while he starts to kiss your breast while Jude decides to insert his tongue into your pussy.

"Shit" you moaned as you put your hand on Levi’s hair as you watched him suck your breasts.

"So good this pussy" grunted Jude near your pussy and that made you moan again and you started rubbing your pussy on his face making him moan as he kept eating it like a hungry man.

You felt in heaven: Levi was playing with your breasts and kissing your neck while Jude was eating your pussy.

Jude was kissing your pussy and you spat on his face and he moans licking your cum while you moaned.

When he broke off, he gave him a last kiss and then got up. Levi was still kissing your neck and playing with your tits while you kept moaning.

You turned your head a little to look at Jude and moaned as he was hot with your cum in his face and his mouth open a bit while he tried to catch his breath.

"You taste so good," Jude muttered as he kissed, and you groaned as you pulled her hair.

Levi does not give you time to think. With a smile that promises all sorts of temptation, he takes your hand and guides you through the corridor of his house, with Jude following you closely. The lights are low, and every step seems to amplify the electricity flowing between you three. You find yourself in front of the door to Levi’s room, and he pushes it slowly, revealing an intimate and welcoming environment, dominated by a large bed with dark and soft sheets.

Before you can speak, Levi grabs you by the hips and pulls you against him. Her lips settle back on your neck, exploring every inch with a deliberate slowness that makes you shiver. " I can’t stop thinking how irresistible you are," he whispers against your skin, his deep voice vibrating in your ears. His hands come down on your hips, clenching lightly as to emphasize his grip upon you.

You let go at the moment, your breath getting shorter as her lips descend towards the base of your neck. You raise your hands and walk through his dark hair, pulling him even closer to you, as if you want to hear every movement. "Levi..." Whispers, but the words are lost in the pleasure it causes you.

Jude, who had been watching with a mixture of impatience and desire, approaches with a determined pace. " Don’t forget about me," he says, his voice charged with a slight challenge. He stops beside you, his gaze that moves between you and Levi, before resting definitively on you. His hand lifts up to touch your face, and then it comes down your shoulder, the warm and enveloping touch.

Levi stops for a moment, lifting his head from your neck to look at Jude. "I have no intention of keeping it all to myself," he says with a smile that is both complicit and cheeky. Then he looks at you, his eyes shining with desire. "Are you ready for this?" asks you, his voice low and full of promises.

You cannot answer with words, but the way you clasp against him is sufficient. Jude moves beside you, his body approaching to touch yours, while Levi starts kissing your neck with increasing passion. The room fills with tension, every moment that passes makes you forget everything.

Both of them hurry to strip off. Revealing their long, thick and hard cocks. You moaned as you looked at their dicks and how big they were. You couldn’t stop looking at their dick.

The two of them noticed and smiled. Jude started touching his cock as he looked at you "Don’t worry baby girl we’ll make you feel good". Jude said as Levi began to take off your dress and bra, and as he did so he was biting your neck and you groaned.

When he finished taking off your dress, Levi slapped your butt and made you groan and Jude smiled at the sight of how sexy you were as you moaned.

You come to them and kneel before them and hummed happily as they saw their cock was close to your face.

"Open this beautiful mouth," says Jude in a roaring voice as he lifts his chin and grabs the end of his cock, taking it to your mouth.

When you open your mouth, he enters gently while you swirl your tongue around him enjoying the salty pre-cum. Jude grabs a handful of hair and pulls it slightly to help him guide himself further into your mouth. Hitting the bottom of your throat with tears in your eyes as it pushes back and forth in your mouth. She moans about how good you are and bites her lip as you look at it.

Jude slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth leaving you with an empty mouth, while Levi approaches and smiles at you.

You opened your mouth and slowly slid his big cock into your mouth. He grabs your back and without warning, he puts his dick in the bottom of your throat and slightly gags you.

He moves his hips while his cock continues to abuse the back of your throat. He looks at you and grunts "this beautiful mouth is made to suck my cock". Hearing these words you wept.

He pulls out of your mouth, while a small sliver of saliva follows his cock.

You looked at both of them with desire as they came a little closer to you as they started touching their dick while they were looking at you and grunting and you moaned along with them feeling even more wet.

"Shit, I’m going to cum," said Jude, touching her cock faster and Levi nodded in agreement as he looked at you and kept touching his dick.

"Open that beautiful mouth for us, baby," said Levi and you nodded in obedience.

You opened your mouth and pulled out your tongue while both Levi and Jude spilled on your tongue and the cum also fell on your tits and the rest of your body.

You moaned upon hearing the semen of both your beautiful mouth and they groaned at sight. " So sexy" said Jude grunting and Levi nodded without taking his eyes off you.

Levi and Jude help you to get up and guide you on the bed.

"Lie down for us, darling" Levi muttered and you obeyed and the two smiled.

"What a good girl," said Jude, approaching you and bending over to kiss you.

His hands slide along your naked body and you moaned as he felt his warm hands on your body.

Jude moves away to look down on you and then comes back to you and kisses you passionately.

His tongue explores your mouth, while his hands rest on your waist caressing your skin gently, while you slide your fingers through his hair pulling his breath heavier.

Levi meanwhile caresses your thighs and spreads your legs to get close to your pussy. He kisses the inside of your thighs with sensuality and passion as he approaches your folds, while you can feel his warm breath touching your clitoris and groan in Jude’s mouth.

Levi licked a strip on your folds, making you emit a slight whimper. He laid a gentle kiss on your clitoris before wrapping his tongue around it and gently sucking it. Use slow movements to tease you and make you wiggle and whimper.

He wraps his hands under your thighs to prevent you from moving too much. While you kissed Jude you moaned while Levi kept poking your pussy.

He leaves without a word and you have slowly detached yourself from Jude to look at Levi with despair.

"Please Levi don’t stop" you whimpered as you watched and could swear that his dick got even harder at that connection.

Without saying anything he dives again in your pussy as it starts to eat you. It was like this man had starved to death and the only thing he wanted was your pussy.

Jude smiles at your reaction as you arch your back while I lift it continues to eat you.

Jude begins to bite your neck leaving more marks as he sucks your skin. Meanwhile Levi’s tongue moves faster around your clitoris, slipping two fingers into your entrance and curling it in a provocative way.

Jude grabbed your boob and touched your nipple while sucking the other. Levi has slipped another finger to curl it in the perfect spot, you have gripped Levi’s hair hard making him groan against you.

Pleasure flowed through your body as his tongue swirled around your clitoris, as moans filled the room.

You started screaming as you felt how good it was making you feel as you felt your body tremble.

You spat on Levi’s face and he kept licking your juices while you yelled for overstimulation.

When he broke off, he had a smug smile that made you even more wet and you kissed him.

Jude takes you and rides him by letting his big throbbing cock enter your pussy hole making you moan as you clung to his back.

Jude motioned to Levi to go after you and Levi shove his dick into your asshole making you scream.

The two boys moaned as they heard your walls clenching their big dicks.

"Warn us if it becomes too much" whispered Levi too much in ecstasy feeling as you were squeezing him and Jude nodded closing his eyes trying not to move the hips already.

You nodded and they began to move while all three of you started to groan. Levi starts pushing slowly, before increasing the pace and making his pushes deeper and stronger. Jude pushes from below causing friction as he placed his hands on your hips to guide his movements.

Their movements become faster making you scream moans of pleasure. Levi while pushing his cock harder inside you started licking and sucking your neck and you moaned even louder.

"You’re making me feel so good" you moaned as you lowered your body towards Jude’s and he took advantage of that to take a cowl in your mouth while taking both their dicks.

"Baby girl you’re doing great, you’re making us feel like in heaven" Levi whispered near your ear as he slapped you on the butt making you groan and make you tighten their dicks more.

"This pussy is made to take our dicks," said Jude, taking a powder off your tit and then retaking the assault. You groaned as you moved faster wanting to take more of their dicks.

You moaned as they grunted and pushed their cock deeper inside you. Levi made your back bow more to make their cocks go deeper inside you and you moaned loudly as they both hit your g-spot.

"I’m going to cum" you said while moaning.

"Come baby girl" moaned Jude as he started to hit even harder and you moaned as they were about to come too. You could feel their cocks contracting inside you as you came to your orgasm. Levi cum in the ass while Jude cum in your pussy.You screamed loud as you felt full. " So beautiful" you whimpered as Levi gently pulled himself out of you and gave you a kiss on the butt, back and jaw then give you a sweet kiss on the cheek and you smiled.

You slowly got up from the dick of Jude and then lay down on the bed trying to take area and Jude caressed your hair gently and then gave you sweet kisses on the cheek.

Levi came back with a cloth while with the help of Jude they cleaned and pampered you.

You found yourself hugging Jude and Levi as they whispered sweet words and praise for how well you did.

You felt your legs tremble and had a sore throat but were satisfied by these two men lying next to you.