#herb cookie graphics

[ace-editor]

Day 2; A character that is underrated/a character that is overrated credit is appreciated! For @brain-fluid-explosion-girl’s event!

I never really got why herb was so popular? He was really just kind and that’s all there was to me. I don’t hate people who like him tho, he’s cute looking,,

[theversesystem]

Herb Cookie stuff for day 2 of @tirxie's 100+ followers event!

Day 2: Foresty/Wildlife theme!

F2u with or without creds!

Goofed around on Photopea for the first time with this one and thankfully our computer only crashed twice :'D

[wyrm-e]

Hey so I made some cookie run desktop/lockscreen bgs feel free to use them!

(graphic design is no longer my passion except for when I make shit like this)

[aquarius-cookie-jar]

im new to ur blog!!! <33 do u have more info on ur crk oc flower?? :0

OWJDODNA OMG

Okok- uh-

I haven't been doing much with my oc Fire Flower Cookie for a while, and his lore needs a bit of tweaking since we've gotten non stop Dark Cacao Updates back-to-back, and I'm kinda just waiting for episode 4 to drop so I can update his lore.

But I'll give you some stuff I've been thinking of for a while that I didn't mention in his bio yet! There will be some brief mention of violence, not in graphic detail tho. Just a heads up.

When Fire Flower and Dark Choco met for the first time, they were both weary of each other, especially since both of them have some level of trust issues, but after some time, and some coincidences of them meeting up with each other every once in a while, they grew closer and became travel companions. (And they were roommates-)

Fire Flower used to be an overly friendly extrovert pre-dark flour war. But then, he encountered an illegal hunter, who injured him to the point where he was close to death, and was sealed away in some cursed object to keep him (or at least his soul) alive, for cookies to exploit his magic. Years passed, and he was one day freed from his prison, taken in by the kind villagers who released him by accident.

Fire Flower is actually very good at identifying plants and herbs, and often uses them to create medicine, mainly painkillers because he often needs them.

In the non-magic, modern au, Fire Flower has a parrot named Phoenix, who's a sun conure. I thought it'd be a fun nod to his original form.

His design was inspired by a few Dark Cacao x canon ocs that were fire related or based on spice or other stuff with fire, and I thought, well, why not make a fire magic love interest for Dark Choco too? And then I thought it'd be fun to make him a phoenix, and that's how Fire Flower Cookie came to be.

Ngl, I'm not sure if I wanna make him immortal, or if I wanna strip his immortality away. And I'm not sure if I wanna make him the only phoenix cookie, or if there should be others. I haven't decided yet.

Fire Flower is generally nice, but oh my God, if you make him upset, he becomes the most passive aggressive person on the planet help—

He's also very petty in that state, you can practically see the netherworld behind that smile.

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) <- wants you dead.

That's all for now! As I said, I wanna wait for episode 4 to drop before I update his story. Let me know if you wanna know anything specific about him ^^

[neopronouns]

colorgenders inspired by the results of a “What is your Aura” quiz ((https://)uquiz(.)com/quiz/pxTx2D/what-color-is-your-aura):

Sky: short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, tennis shoes.

Honeysuckle: succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles.

Seafoam: clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells.

Yellow: daisies, road signs, bumblebees, lemon meringue, bicycles, polaroids, awnings.

Hickory: felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark room.

Orange: guitars, fanta bottles, sunglasses, orange peels, butterflies, popsicles, paper lanterns.

Sage: herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needle felts, pistachio, laptop stickers.

Teal: dyed hair, scales, doc martens, aurora borealis, stormy seas, kingfishers, agate. 

Royal (blue): crown jewels, portraits, satin chairs, masquerades, nebulas, betta fish, secrets.

Gold: lion statues, coins, gold leafing, bound books, goldfinches, crowns, heart lockets. 

Crimson: rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewellery.

Navy: brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, starlings.

Forest: fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. 

honey: friendship bracelets, beehives, school buses, children's books, flower petals, honeyed toast, polaroids. 

Ashen: old newspapers, smoke, quiet cities, pale cheeks, pebbles, chalk, the clouded moon.

Garnet: Brooches, anthologies, stained glass, leaves, dining chairs, long robes, curtains.

Chiffon: stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows.

Red: leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals.

Magenta: splattered paint, glitter, childhood friends, neon, pleather, dance floors, crystals.

Amaranth: bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet.

Periwinkle: knit hats, candies, tiny flowers, beads, teacups, washi tape, clouds.

Jade: islands, sketchbooks, rainy windows, pendants, puzzle pieces, tree frogs, sea glass.

Pink: cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream.

Rose: lace, blown kisses, milk tea, paper fans, pillows, ballet slippers, fairy wings.

Amethyst: earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, outer space.

Noir: drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night.

Cream: dandelions, marble, bottled coffee, hair ties, banana cream, bedsheets, sketches. 

Beige: lattes, dry fields, footprints, easels, cat fur, pottery, fresh-baked cookies.

Pearl: abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, ball jointed dolls, satin, paint palettes. 

Bronze: leather books, cowboy hats, foxes, candle jars, sword hilts, cobblestone streets, hourglasses

Amber: autumn days, freckles, torches, cabins, fossils, unbrushed hair, enamel pins.

Fire: sunrises, woven blankets, campfires, tigers, whiskey, monarchs, road trips.

Purple: geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, outer space. 

Blush: lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses.

finally done with all of these — they're queued!

[leiajoydesign]

Thursday 11th April 2024 - Exploration

To add more depth and understanding to the visual identity of my project, I have started giving reason and explanation to my design choices.

Custom 3D Inflated Typography

Aligns with current predicted type trends for 2024

Inflated type symbolises that it's now women's time to fill up the space they have been denied

Using current industry standard software, such as Cinema 4D and Blender, pushes me to learn new techniques through independent learning

Gives the typography personality, which aligns with my research that consumers are seeking branding with personality compared to the cookie-cutter minimalistic style thats been seen over the last decade

Sans Serif Type Pairing

Creates balance with the custom typography so the design isn't overwhelming and creates harmony and consistency with design styles

Legibility of the type, meaning important information, such as dates and location can be read with ease

ITC Avant Garde Gothic Pro, designed by Herb Lubalin, is used by Defected Records, one of the UK's longest independent House music record labels

Colour Palette

Neon Pink to match the ecstatic and electric vibe of the music genres

Pink to embrace femininity

Black to match the typical late night, dark room, night life vibe of the music genres events

Shades of black & white to create balance and contrast

Iconography

3D iconography to create consistency between the type and imagery

Acid graphic style icons to match with the genres of music, which typical utilise small icons such as stars and repeating shape icons

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Cookieronpa: Crumbling Hope

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0FlT8ef

by Justafriendman39478

16 Unaquinted cookies wake up trapped in a unfamiliar kingdom forced to kill to escape. Who will fall and you will remain? How will the characters find the strength to keep goingfind the strength to keep goingfind the strength to keep goingfind the strength to keep goingfind the stren-*glitches detected terminating now* "Cookieronpa: Crumbling Hope"

Words: 276, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Cookie Run (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: GingerBrave | Brave Cookie, Monokuma (Dangan Ronpa), Squid Ink Cookie (Cookie Run), Parfait Cookie (Cookie Run), Sorbet Shark Cookie (Cookie Run), Blackberry Cookie (Cookie Run), Cocoa Cookie (Cookie Run), Mint Choco Cookie (Cookie Run), Raspberry Cookie (Cookie Run), Eclair Cookie (Cookie Run), Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run), Strawberry Crepe Cookie (Cookie Run), Cream Puff Cookie (Cookie Run), Mango Cookie (Cookie Run), Herb Cookie (Cookie Run), Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run), Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run)

Additional Tags: Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0FlT8ef

[6pixiepop9]

Unpayable Bill (aka Pay your Tab); Bitter Roofie

Please be wary of the tags!!

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Rape/Non-Con

Categories:

F/M

M/M

Multi

Fandom:

Cookie Run (Video Game)

Relationships:

Cocoa Cookie/Mint Choco Cookie (Cookie Run)

Herb Cookie/Sparkling Cookie (Cookie Run)

Herb Cookie/Mint Choco Cookie/Sparkling Cookie/Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Alchemist Cookie & Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Cocoa Cookie & Herb Cookie (Cookie Run)

Cocoa Cookie & Sparkling Cookie (Cookie Run)

Cocoa Cookie & Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Cocoa cookie & Tumeric cookie (Oc) (Cookie Run)

Characters:

Cocoa Cookie (Cookie Run)

Mint Choco Cookie (Cookie Run)

Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Herb Cookie (Cookie Run)

Alchemist Cookie (Cookie Run)

Tumeric Cookie (Oc) (Cookie Run)

Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)

Almond Cookie (Cookie Run)

Parfait Cookie (Cookie Run)

Dr. Bones Cookie (Cookie Run)

Cocktail the parakeet (Oc) (Cookie run)

Rockstar Cookie (Cookie Run)

Additional Tags:

Sparkling Cookie's Juice Bar (Cookie Run)

Game: Cookie Run: Kingdom

Cookie Run Characters Have Human Traits

Cookie Run Characters Have Jam Instead of Blood

Rape

Rape Recovery

Rape Aftermath

Rape/Non-con Elements

Non-Consensual Touching

Non-Consensual Kissing

Non-Consensual Oral Sex

Non-Consensual Blow Jobs

Non-Consensual Groping

Non-Consensual Violence

Attempted Murder

Brutal Murder

Suicide

Blood

Blood and Gore

Blood and Violence

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Hurt

Emotional Hurt

Bad Advice

Gang Rape

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Murder

Milk Cookie never knew what was going on

Revenge

Threats of Rape/Non-Con

Abuse

Herb is a fucking sadist

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Eventual Fluff

Fluff and Angst

Fluff and Hurt/Comfort

Dubious Consent

that's only for Sparkling

Victim Blaming

lol no one is mentally healthy

Mental Health Issues

Mental Breakdown

Self-Hatred

Summary:

Things get worse before they can get better.

Notes:

Ughhhh this chapter was long but so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy And oh my Lord Alchemist will not be having a fun time

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Mint Choco slowly started drifting off. Swan, he hated this so much. The violinist felt so weak and utterly broken but so safe in her arms. She always made everything better. 

Even when his mind and body were destroyed she somehow managed to make everything better. So why can't he heal? All he had to do was get over it. Why can't he be okay again? Why can't he forget what happened? Why can't he move on?

Why does he remember every detail? The feeling of the cold tile floor. The soft jazz music playing from the speaker. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke that came from those disgusting men. How blurry his vision was from his tears. The taste of drugged vodka and sperm on his lips. It was horrible.

He wants the memory gone. He needs to erase it from his mind. The violinist could feel himself starting to cry but the sound of her voice broke him from his harsh thoughts. "Honey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I am just really tired." He lied once more. Each time he would lie it hurts worse. Like someone added another tiny needle to his neck.

"Alright." Cocoa tried to sound like she believed him. She really wishes he would be honest with her. "You know I'm always here for you." But she guessed it wouldn't be today. 

"Thanks." He stayed quiet for a bit, thinking. He did want to tell her. He wanted to be honest and cry in her arms. But he was afraid. If his 'friends' had the willpower to gang-rape him because of jealousy they would do anything to keep him quiet. He knows that they aren't afraid to hurt someone to keep their disgusting desire safe.

So he decided to keep quiet. He just needed to learn to hide all these feelings. To get back to his old self. To forget it. He needed that disgusting memory gone. "Cocoa." He mumbled, wiping his tears. "I love you so much. Thank you."

She smiled, kissing his forehead. "I love you too hun."

He could do this. He can ignore it. He could act. Mint knew they wouldn't stop but maybe he could just pretend that it wasn't happening. Pretend everything was fine. Pretend like nothing ever happened. 

 Pretend that it was just some pity argument. He felt his eyes grow tired as his lover caressed his face. She kissed him softly and whispered something to him. But all Mint could hear was 'I love you.'

And before Cocoa knew it he was asleep. She smiled, he looked so peaceful like this. So sweet and cute. But sadly she would have to leave him. She got up from his bed, making sure not to wake him up.

The brunette walked to the kitchen, smiling to herself. Cocoa grabbed a half-used tube of garlic paste out of the fridge and put it in a bag. She picked up some pliers and one of the dullest knives she owned, before putting on a pair of thick white gloves. 

After she gathered everything, Cocoa hid her tools in the pockets of her dress. She double-checked the locks before leaving the comfort of her home and her beloved behind. 

The sun was setting, making the clouds look pink and the weather was warm and humid. It was perfect weather for ending a worthless man's life. And that is exactly what Cocoa planned to do. She spent the last few days figuring out how she would end each one of their pathetic lives. And it will go in her favor.

Each of them would suffer a terrible fate. An allergic reaction, burning alive, and drowning. All of them sounded sweet on her tongue.

She walked, smiling happily. It felt good knowing that in a few hours Vampire would be dead. She was so excited and could barely hide her bright smile as she saw the house in sight. 

Soon the street lights flickered on, as the darkness finally overtook the kingdom. Cocoa approached her destination, she noticed there were lights on. She could see through the barely open blinds that Alchemist was home. 

Her heart raced a little, she didn't think she would be here. The last time she checked she was busy with science club and her classes. Ok, just a small change in plans. She walked up towards the house, making sure she didn't step on anything.

She ran past the front before climbing the fence, landing softly on the damp grass. She looked around her surroundings, checking if anyone saw her. Thankfully the backdoor blinds were closed. Cocoa quickly searched before finding the breaker box. There should have been a lock but there wasn't.

That made it all the better! She opened the box, taking out her pliers. The brunette held her breath as she cut the wires. Just as she expected, all the lights instantly cut off. She heard a scream, making her jump.

"VAMPIRE!" Alchemist yelled, making Cocoa go stiff. "I TOLD YOU TO PAY THE LIGHT BILL BY THE 19TH!"

Relief washed over Cocoa's body, she didn't think anything of it. She sprinted through the darkness of night, jumping the fence again. She found the window and jumped inside. It was dark and the only thing that helped her was the light from the streets outside. But it was fine, she had been stalking the house for a while. It was just an old closet that Alchemist used for potions.

"Stop stressing sis." Vampire laughed walking past the room Cocoa was in. "Can ya not see?"

She groaned, "You know I can't." Oh, well that's fortunate but at the same time not. She thought that Vampire wouldn't be able to see too. Well, she came this far, might as well finish the job. Cocoa waited for the redhead to finish his teasing and after a bit, there were footsteps. Seemingly going different ways.

She opened the slightly opened door, praying to the Sugar Swan that it wouldn't make a sound. She peeked through to see no one in the halls. Good. She sneaked her way upstairs, trying to avoid the creaky floors. 

From past experience, she knew where Vampire's bedroom was. She could see him drinking from a wine glass. The door was slightly cracked open and everything was silent except for her heart beating furiously against her chest. 

She didn't know if it was because of her nervousness or her excitement to see that horrible man in pain. It felt like her chest was about to explode. Cocoa watched how he would gulp down wine before opening another bottle. Maybe alcohol poisoning would kill him before she got the chance.

The redhead got up, stumbling into another room. She held her breath waiting for a sound. Cocoa let herself breathe when she heard milk running. She was about to open the door but he came back before she had a chance. Damn it.

Before she could think of something else there was a loud sound downstairs. She physically jumped at the sound. It's probably just Alchemist tripping or something. "Sis? Are you still alive?" He called out.

She heard Alchemist grumble in response but it was barely audible. So she knew Vampire couldn't hear it. The redhead got up and walked towards his room door. Shit!

Cocoa froze. What to do? Should she run? Should she kill him now? She eventually hid behind the door and a second later he opened it. By the way it was opened she could easily hide behind it. She froze as Vampire walked into the hallway. "Sisssssss? Did you hear me?"

When he went down the stairs Cocoa slowly crept into his bedroom. She almost tripped over the piles of clothes but she managed to catch herself. She quickly looked around the room, before eyeing the open wine bottle.

Perfect, just what she needed. She quickly walked over it, almost falling once again. Cocoa caught herself before dropping to the ground. She took out the paste and poured it all into the wine bottle. 

She kept looking up while doing it, making sure he hadn't returned yet. He could have easily snuck up on her by all the milk running. While she looked around she couldn't help but notice a picture frame near the coffin. And Cocoa felt a sense of dread overcome her.

She put the empty tube in her dress pocket before looking closer. It was a picture of her and Mint sitting at a fountain. The only thing different was she was burnt out of it. Mint was smiling and hugging her from behind. The brunette picked up the picture, smiling softly to herself. Remembering the sweet memory.

How he used to be so cheerful and happy. But now look at him, sad and depressed. It pissed her off that he had the nerve to have this picture while hurting the innocent man in it.

She was going to put it back when she heard light but still audible footsteps. She froze. Shit, she couldn't keep freezing up like this! She went to the closet and slightly closed the doors shut, hiding.

Pulling her legs close to her body, she listened to the noise carefully. When she finally got the chance to breathe she realized the picture was still with her. Damn it.

It took Vampire a while to open his bedroom door again. Luckily he seemed too busy getting drunk to notice the missing picture frame. She heard the milk stop running before disappearing into the bathroom. She breathed out quietly, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. Cocoa heard a sigh escape his lips as he sat in the bath, naked. Disgusting!

She watched as he poured himself another cup of wine before sipping on the beverage. Perfect. Before he poured himself another cup Cocoa opened the closet doors. 

She only took one step before Vampire looked towards the sound, almost hitting his head on the rim of the bottle by how fast his neck turned.  If it wasn't for the angle of the room he would have seen her. 

"What the hell?!" Vampire sat up slightly looking out the door. "Sis, did you fall again?" He laughed, sitting back down. For a moment Cocoa thought it would take a bit for the garlic to kick in. But there was a cough. And then a choke.

She smiled, strolling towards him. Cocoa stepped into the bathroom, watching as his eyes winded comically and he couldn't stop coughing.

"Coc-cO-Coca?" He choked, dropping the glass.

"Vampire." She had a neutral expression on her face, sitting on the edge of the tub. "I would say it's nice to see you but that would be a lie." He coughed harder, jam dripping down his lips.

"Wha-wh-wh-what di-di-d-did yo-you-."  He struggled to speak but it was becoming increasingly harder.

"Garlic paste." She explained calmly. His eyes widened once more. Vampire tried to stand, but physically couldn't.

"AL-ALC-CHE-!" He couldn't get his words out. His throat felt like it was burning with fire. His heart felt like it had stopped and his lungs burned with every breath he tried to take. 

"No, don't call for your sister. Unless you want her to know how shitty you actually are." Cocoa chuckled coldly,  staring him in the eyes.

"Wha-what ar-are you-!"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me." She hissed, glaring at him." She spat, angry tears filling her eyes. 

"Oh-h, wel-well I sti-il-ill wou-would qui-te if-f I-." Before he could finish his taunting, there was another choking fit. The jam came streaming from his nose and mouth mixing with the milk below him. 

Cocoa wiped away her tears with her thumb and sighed. Vampire was struggling to breathe. His jam was starting to turn the milk pink. "If you're going to die, answer me this. Why did you do it? Why did you rape him? I mean honestly, you're such a piece of shit!" She spat, anger filling her voice.

"Hng." He winced as he tried to take a deep breath. Vampire weakly touched his stomach with his hand, feeling a bloody wound slowly start to grow. He was disintegrating into nothing.

"I mean... I understand you being jealous but it doesn't make sense. Why did you assault him? Why did you hurt him? Do you understand how much pain and suffering you put him through!? What, so you can just get off?!?

Vampire looked up at her with a neutral expression. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He gave her a weak smile, jam seeping through his lips and down his chin. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was jam.

And that's when Cocoa noticed it. The growing wound on his stomach spread towards his chest. She almost screamed at the sight of it. She knew he would have an allergic reaction but this was unexpected.

She stood up, backing away slowly. Cocoa could see his dough melt, to the point white bones were starting to peek through. "Te-tl-tell-l hi-hi-hng-him I-I'm so-sO-sorry." Vampire slurred as his cheeks slowly melted away.

Cocoa felt disgusted, yes the sight in front of her was traumatizing, but he decided to apologize?! Did he only do that because he was going to die? Trying to be some sort of saint in his last moments of life?! He was just so fucking awful! Such a low-life piece of shit. He was truly horrendous and disgusting!

His eyes went dull as the last of his life left him. It was almost comical. 

Almost. 

His cheeks melted away into bone. His jaw stretched as if it was gum being pulled down by gravity before joining the milk in a loud splash. She held over her stomach as the display happened.

She mostly was glad he was suffering but a small percentage of her felt she just should have stabbed him and got it over with. Cocoa fumbled backward before stepping out of the bathroom without mumbling another word. She left the house swiftly, leaving the bloody remains there to rot and be found.

As soon as she left the house, there was a scream. A blood-curdling scream that sent chills down the back of her spine. Oh, poor Alchemist. She didn't think he would be found so soon. Cocoa could hear the cries of agony from the teen. She felt sorry. Not for her brother but for Alchemist. 

She didn't know anything that he did. Being completely left in the dark. Cocoa sighed, walking away from the house. Maybe she should tell her who he actually was. Or would that just make everything so much worse? Truly unfortunate that the only cookie she cared about was such a bastard.

From previous encounters, he seemed to be an ok brother. But that will never outshine the things he has done to Mint.

When she returned home she was exhausted. All she wanted was to go back into her lover's embrace. "Wow, that was quick." She jumped, turning to face the noise.

"Turmeric?!!" She squealed.

"Guilty as charged." He grinned brightly, holding an ice cream in one hand. "And good job, you committed your first murder!" He picked up the knife that fell out of her pocket when she flinched earlier. "Though it's oddly clean." He noted. "Did you do it or chicken out?"

"Uh, yeah. I just took it if something goes wrong..." She trailed off. "How the hell did you even know I was even going to kill him tonight."

"I've been observing you." He shrugged. "You haven't left your house for a while. When I happened to see you I knew it was time." He chuckled, with a smile.

"Oh… I guess I have locked myself away recently."

"Hm, anyway are you gonna tell me how you did it, or are we just going to wait for Detective Almond to be called?" Turmeric asked casually, licking his ice cream. Before she could respond he cut him off. "I am more curious about who it was. Was it that creepy mailman or maybe that cutesy baker?" He mumbled to himself.

"I don't think we should talk about this. Especially outside."

"Smart." He hummed, finishing up his treat. "But answer this, how did it taste? You must have loved having your revenge didn't ya?"  He smirked, taking another bite of his sweet dessert.

"It was... bittersweet."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I feel bad for his sister. She didn't know what he did." Cocoa whispered, glancing to the side. 

The ginger stood there confused for a few seconds before getting it. "Holy… shit! You killed that alcoholic! Shit, now you have to tell me what he did something to make you upset, I bet-"

"Turmeric please, let's not talk about this outside." Cocoa interrupted him.

"Yeah, yeah but I still want to know what he did."

Cocoa sighed yawning. "Maybe tomorrow. I am so tired..." she groaned.

He nodded with a smile then turned and started walking in the opposite direction. "Good night!" He shouted at her. She waved bye before pulling out her keys and making her way into the house. 

When Cocoa closed the door behind her she felt exhausted. Exhausted from dealing with killing Vampire, exhausted from almost being caught, and also just overall tired. 

She stumbled towards her bedroom and fell face-first into the bed. But was stabbed by the wooden frame of the picture. She yanked it out and got a good look at this. Cocoa should have put it back, this would be suspicious if it was missing. But wouldn't something like this be so much better in her room?

She took out the image and carefully ripped the burnt edges away. Cocoa took a few minutes to look at his smiling face. Oh, the horrible things she will do to see that smile again.

She sighed before placing it on the counter. As she undressed her mind flashed through the past couple of hours. They were all things that could've happened. If she hadn't hidden in enough time she could have been caught.  She would have to burn these clothes later. 

With that said, Cocoa crawled under the covers, slowly going into Mint's arms, not trying to disturb him from sleep. The brunette slowly drifted off, thinking about what had happened. Truly she was lucky, so many things could have gone wrong. 

But in the end, she managed to avoid being caught. She would need to be a lot more careful. Especially if she was going after Herb now. And she knew that carrying all those bags of fertilizer would give anyone some strength. She yawned before finally letting sleep consume her.

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Cocoa woke up to the smell of something cooking. Slowly opening her eyes, she noticed Mint was no longer beside her. She sat up, stretching her arms before heading towards the kitchen. "Morning love." Mint smiled, flipping pancakes. "You seemed tired so I took care of breakfast."

"Mmm.." Cocoa hummed, kissing his neck lightly. "Thanks."

"It's my pleasure dear. Also, don't worry about your clothes. I already put them in the washer."

"Oh, yes, thank you." It was fine, she could still easily get rid of them.

Breakfast is ready though, come sit." He said, setting a plate and a mug of hot cocoa down in front of her. "I know it's nowhere as good as yours but I still hope you will enjoy it." He said softly with a chuckle, sitting down across from her.

"Well, it smells amazing Mint. I am so lucky to have you!" She exclaimed, smiling widely.

He smiled warmly, nodding his head. "Same here, I love you so much." He kissed her softly. Her smile widened before she leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder. 

"I love you too." She smiled standing up. She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together. 

The violist laughed, kissing it gently. For a second he just looked at her with a smile."Can we... dance? I know that seems out of the blue but I always loved dancing with you." Cocoa smiled, looking into his beautiful green eyes.

"Of course." She replied. He smiled, grabbing onto her waist. They began to sway to nothing but the warm air that surrounded them. As they danced she couldn't help but think about all those moments with Mint, dancing alone together, laughing together... It made her heart warm knowing how lucky she was to share this moment with her beloved lover.

Cocoa hopes this makes everything better. She knew he wouldn't be the same but she hoped he would be better. No one can be the same after such sick and twisted events.

She didn't understand how anyone could possibly handle the amount of pain his friends brought. How he must have felt so betrayed after being assaulted by them. She wanted him to know that he wasn't alone. That he wouldn't be again.

And eventually, he stopped the dance. The pair stopped moving around, instead, they stood facing each other. She could see Mint smile with adoration in his eyes.

But it turned sour. The corners of his mouth curved downward. He stared at her in silence.

"Cocoa..." He mumbled softly.

"Yes?" 

"I need to talk to you." He said, taking a deep breath. He let go of Cocoa's hands, placing both hands on either side of her face and leaning in closer. Mint rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. 

The violinist took one of her hands in his own and kissed it lovingly. Mint placed a tender kiss on top of her lips, cupping her cheek.

"What is it dear?" She asked softly.

"I've thought long and hard about this...and...I'm sorry I kept this from you." He sighed quietly. "For the past few months, I haven't been honest with you. And I am sorry." 

Was this it? Was he going to tell her? Cocoa grabbed a hold of the hand he used to cup her cheek. 

"You can tell me anything. I am here to listen. I'll always listen." She promised.

"Uhm..." He was looking for the right words.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay now. Well, kind of. Uhm..." He trailed off. "You will love me no matter what, right? No matter what happens. We'll stick together forever, right?" There were tears slightly burning in his eyes. 

"Forever." She whispered, giving him an encouraging squeeze. 

"I um... I've... you remember my 'friends', right?" Those disgusting bastards. 

"Yes, what about them?" 

"They... when I went to... they had...Cocoa they ra-." 

Before he could get his words out there was a loud knock at the door. He froze instantly, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out. Cocoa was frozen as well. "I'll get it."

"Shouldn't you tell me first?" Cocoa still had her fingers intertwined in his hand.

 "I want to react to this news without having any company over." He answered, carefully peeling himself away from Cocoa. He opened the door revealing the detective with a frown. "Detective Almond? May I help you?" 

The man sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "You know, Vampire Wine Cookie, correct?" The hair on his neck stood up. 

"Y-yes." He gulped, slightly shaking. 

Almond stared at him, his expression full of pity. "He has been found dead last in his home." 

Mint didn't say anything, he just looked at him. "Pardon?" 

"He was found dead last night." He repeated. Mint didn't move. He just stared blankly at the man until he felt Cocoa grab hold of his arm, trying to check on him. A tear ran down his eyes as he continued staring blankly at Almond. 

He didn't know what to feel. He was dead. One of the cookies who hurt him the most is dead. He felt happy yet at the same time scared. Who killed him? Why did they kill him? Did they know? Or maybe they were just targeting random cookies. "Mint?" She whispered, wiping his tears away. 

"I uh.." The violinist sniffled, wrapping his arms around her. It felt nice, it felt so good knowing that one of them was gone. That he could never hurt him again. He could breathe a little easier. "I...just need to think..." Mint stuttered out. "Almond... Thank you for telling us..." He murmured.

Almond frowned. "I am sorry for your loss." He whispered sympathetically before turning to leave. "Oh, and take care of yourself alright? It is obvious you're hurting." 

 Cocoa glanced back at her boyfriend before turning back to the officer. "Thank you." She murmured. The detective nodded and left the house. Once he was out of sight she closed the door. 

She led him towards their bedroom and sat him down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" She questioned, kneeling in front of him. Mint looked off into space, looking at a picture of the two, 

"I... am not sure..." He replied, his voice wavering. "I don't know... how to feel. I mean... I guess you would think I am sad but I am truly not. I'm pretty happy actually... But it's hard to say that because... it's scary..." Cocoa didn't respond, letting him continue his monologue.

 "I mean did he feel guilty? Did he kill himself? Did he feel bad? I don't think he did, he didn't show it. He never seemed like he regretted raping me. In fact, he enjoyed himself. But I don't know. Maybe I really am overthinking it." 

She blinked a little when he mumbled that. It was a subconscious confession. Cocoa thought about responding to it but didn't. She would rather him tell her when he was ready. She hugged him as the feelings of rage rose in her soul. Oh, was she looking forward to kill Herb!

"I don't understand, why is all this stuff happening now? I just want to be able to live my life freely without worrying about being violated over and over and over and over and over-" He repeated his sentence as if he was a broken record.

"Honey HONEY!" She slightly shook him, trying to get him out of his head. "Look at me. Everything will be alright! You are safe here. I promise!" She placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. Mint blinked, his tears still running down his cheeks. 

"What... did I say?" Mint asked softly, his lip trembling a little. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. His body relaxed into her touch. "I... don't remember. What did I say? Was that all in my head? I can't remember."

"Honey. It's fine... everything's fine..." She hummed, rubbing circles in his back soothingly.

"What is happening to me, Cocoa? Why am I so confused?" He muttered, his voice sounding so small. She pulled him closer,  holding him close, her face pressed on the side of his head.

"It'll be okay sweetie... it'll be okay." She comforted him, stroking his messy hair. She rubbed his back slowly and gently.

"Why must things have to become so difficult?" He whimpered, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Her chest tightened. She didn't know how she should console him at that moment or what would make him feel better. All she wanted to do was to bring happiness back to him, but she couldn't, not after all this tragedy.

"I am so confused." He wiped the tears off his cheeks. Cocoa pulled away and cupped his face once again. "I don't understand what's happening. It doesn't make sense..."

"Everything will be fine, Mint. Please believe that." She reassured. "Please trust me." Her thumb caressed his cheekbone lightly. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. "Everything will be fine." She murmured once again. They stayed like that for a while, neither of them saying a word. Just holding each other.

Eventually, he moved out of her embrace and took a seat next to her. He leaned back against the headboard, gazing up at the ceiling. After a few moments passed between the two of them, there was a knock on their door. 

They both looked at each other for a second. Neither of them wanted to get up, let alone open it. It wasn't like any good news came from it.

They knocked louder, hitting the wood harder. "Should we answer it?" Cocoa murmured.

"I don't want to..." He groaned, his voice barely audible. She laid back down before the knocking was louder.

"Cocoa please!" Alchemist's voice was muffled through the door, her words almost indiscernible. They looked at each other once more.

"I'll get it." Cocoa decided, walking out of the room. She opened the door only to find a sleep-deprived Alchemist. She had black bags under her eyes and her hair was completely messy. Her glasses weren't even on the correct way.

"May I stay here tonight? Please." She mumbled, looking at her shoes, hiding her tear-streaked face from Cocoa. Her voice sounded weak like she had been crying a lot lately.

"I... yeah sure." Cocoa smiled slightly before ushering Alchemist inside their room. Alchemist shuffled across the room and sat on the couch. Cocoa walked over and sat by her side. The two remained silent for a minute, Alchemist looking out of the window before speaking. "I saw him..."

"What?"

"I found his body. I saw his eye fall out of his socket. There was jam everywhere. It was disgusting." Tears started falling down her cheeks. "I don't understand. Why would someone kill him? He wasn't the best cookie, but he meant a lot to me. I wish I didn't see his melting corpse." Cocoa pulled Alchemist into a comforting hug. She didn't say anything, just held her as she sobbed.

It wasn't like she could truly comfort her. Especially in situations where she knows what her brother did and knows why he died. What was she supposed to say? 

'Oh, he was such a good guy.'

'He didn't deserve to die.'

But both of those things were lies to comfort her. Mint walked into the living room. Seeing the two girls embracing. "Is everything alright?" His voice was soft, not wanting to startle either of them with his presence.

Alchemist only wiped her tears. "I am better than last night." She lied, her voice hoarse and scratchy. Mint opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But nothing came out. Cocoa doesn't blame him, how would he say positive things about the man who ruined his life?

Mint sighed before looking toward the morning teen. "I am truly sorry for your loss. I hope you will find happiness soon." He mumbled, walking to the kitchen. He poured a cup of tea before handing it to her. 

"Thanks." She uttered quietly as she sipped on her drink. Alchemist glanced at him briefly, her eyes slightly puffy and red.

"Did you get any sleep last night? You seem tired." Mint stated, staring into his cup, avoiding eye contact.

"No," She shrugged casually. "I was too scared to. I didn't know if they wanted to murder me too. It's just... terrifying."

Cocoa gave her a sympathetic look, placing a reassuring hand on her knee. "You can rest on the sofa if you want." She offered, making Alchemist smile slightly.

"Thank you. I'd appreciate it." She said softly, putting down her mug. "Geez, here I am saying how bad I feel. I can't imagine how much you have been hurting Mint Choco. My brother was your friend... you guys must've been so close right? At least closer than me and him..." Alchemist trailed off sadly, her eyes starting to water.

Mint looked away from her. He didn't know what to say. "Yeah. I guess we were." He said in a low tone. Silence fell over them once again until  Mint finally spoke up again. "I am sorry, I have to go." He said, leaving the two alone. Cocoa watched him leave, feeling pity.

"I will be right back ok? Feel free to relax." She assured Alchemist, watching as the purplenette nodded. She found Mint in their bedroom, looking at some books. He obviously stopped himself from crying before she entered the room.

"Oh Cocoa!" He mumbled, wiping snot off his face. "How are you? Are you alright?" He questioned, desperately trying to get the attention off himself. He was trying his hardest to seem ok.

"Yes, I am. But I came to ask you that question." She dryly chuckled, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Well I am fine, I just got overwhelmed." He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, his voice still rough from crying.

She sighed before pulling him into a tight hug. "It's gonna be okay, honey," She whispered into his ear, giving him a warm reassuring squeeze. She cupped his cheek, pressing her lips against his temple. "In the end, everything will be fine."

They parted, both of their faces flushed dark blush. Both of them stared at one another silently before smiling. 

"I am so lucky to have you." He breathed, placing his palm on the side of her face, caressing her dough softly with his fingers.  Cocoa wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tighter.

"I could say the same about you." She smiled, pressing her lips against his forehead tenderly. He chuckled deeply, wrapping his arms around her tightly. They looked into each other's eyes. Lovingly, passionately.

Mint leaned forward, planning on planting his kiss on her lips, but suddenly, a loud banging startled them both. He pulled away quickly. "Do you think that was Alchemist?" He asked worriedly, glancing at the door anxiously.

"Probably." Cocoa replied, standing up to leave the room. Mint followed suit. They reached the hallway entering the living room. Alchemist was still there except there were two new cookies on the sofa.

"Sorry I didn't ask first. But I didn't think you would mind letting your friends join us." Alchemist sheepishly smiled while the four stared at each other.

The room was dead silent. Not one of them uttered a word.

"Hello... doll." Sparkling said slowly, looking at the ground. Slight tears building in his eyes threatening to spill.

Herb wasn't even looking at them, instead focusing on the floor, his face buried in his hands. He refused to look anywhere else except the carpet. His hair wasn't its usual floral color instead it was a dark and murky swamp green.

"Why are you here?" Cocoa demanded, her voice coming out harsher than she wanted.

"We... just heard the news about Vampire's death and we just wanted to comfort Mint." When the violinist heard his name he instinctively backed up. "And you... I... well...  um... we thought..." He stuttered, unable to form coherent sentences. 

Cocoa closed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. The silence returned to the room once again.  Everyone was unsure of what to do or say. Even Alchemist was hesitant to speak. But it seemed everyone was stuck in their head until Alchemist cleared her throat loudly. 

 All of their heads turned toward her direction. "Um..." She bit her lip before looking between the four people. "Breakfast... anyone? I'm sort of starving."

"I-I-I only made enough for me and Cocoa but we have some cereal," Mint responded quickly, using it as an excuse to leave the room without another word. After all, it is hard to be in the same room with your rapists'.

Cocoa followed after Mint. He was taking out bowls but could barely hold them of how much he was shivering.

"Mint... are you ok?"

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be!?!?! I'm great!!!" Mint spat quickly before walking toward the fridge. His movements were stiff as he took out the milk.

"If you don't want them here I will gladly kick them out of here." Her words hung in the air for a moment before Mint signed, pouring the liquid into the bowl before turning back around to face her.

"No, no it's fine. It's fine... we are going to eat and nothing more." He mumbled, grabbing the cereal box out of the pantry and pouring it into the bowls.

He picked up one of them. "Can you carry the other two please?" He said softly, looking at Cocoa apologetically. She grabbed the other ones before leaving the room in silence. Mint was walking beside her but his feet dragged behind him. She glanced over at him, noticing him bite his lip and look everywhere but at her.

He gave the bowl to the purplenette. "Thank you." Her voice was soft, it was almost inaudible but Mint caught it. Cocoa placed the dish in front of the others, wishing she had poisoned it. But she supposed that it would cause a panic if they just dropped dead.

Everyone began eating, none of them knowing what to say. No one dared to say anything because of the awkward tension in the room. Cocoa could see how uncomfortable her boyfriend was, how he would look around constantly.

Every once in a while they would make eye contact and he would look away immediately.  She didn't like this. Abruptly, Sparkling stood up, grabbed his and Herb's empty bowls, and headed toward the kitchen. Cocoa followed behind him, suspicious of him.

Sparkling put down the bowl in the sink before washing it. "What are you doing?" She asked, in a harsh tone. 

Sparkling jumped slightly. "Cleaning for you. It's the most I can do after being provided a meal." He smiled weakly, avoiding eye contact.

"I see." Cocoa gritted her teeth. "I'll help you." She added nattily before picking up a rag.

While they cleaned the other three still sat at the table. Herb's glare never departed Mint's face, refusing to let his gaze soften. Even when the violinist was looking elsewhere he still had those dark tree-bark eyes on him. The atmosphere felt tense. 

Eventually, Mint got up and excused himself, claiming that he needed to use the bathroom. Once the violinist was out of sight, Herb stood up as well. "Where are you going?" Alchemist questioned him.

"I need to make a phone call." He lied, heading straight for the hallway.

"But you-" Alchemist attempted to object but Herb already took off. The gardener would have walked past Mint's bedroom if it wasn't for the door being slightly opening. Making it visible that someone was inside. He grabbed the knob and turned it open, finding a startled Mint inside.

"This is you using the bathroom, I am guessing!?" Herb asked, his voice leaking with sarcasm.

"I- uh." Mint paused, backing away from Herb. And he only moved closer to him. "Yeah... um... I-I-I jus-" He cut himself off and started stuttering again. 

"Don't bother trying to lie to me, Mint." Herb snapped, moving closer. "I know what you did."

Mint backed away further. "What...?

Herb pushed Mint into the wall. A soft thud was heard and he winced at how loud it was. Angry tears were falling down his eyes. His face was red with anger. His breathing became erratic and he clenched his fists tighter. 

"Herb, what are you-." Before Mint could finish his sentence the greenette pulled a knife from behind his ear and shoved it against his neck. 

Herb leaned in close to Mint and whispered. "You think we are stupid... don't you?" He laughed, still having tears flowing down his cheeks. His face twisted as he laughed more making him look even crazier than before. "Do you think we wouldn't notice? We know you killed him. I know you did it."

"Herb no! No, that is not-"

"Shut up!" Herb cut off the violinist's words harshly. "I... can't believe you. I didn't think you have the balls to do this... but I guess that's the way of a murderer... You are nothing else than a petty killer." The gardener grabbed him by his collar before pushing him onto the bed.

"Wait! Wait, wait hold on!" Mint cried as Herb pinned him by the wrists. He placed the knife next to him while he stared daggers at Mint.

"You are so lucky, you know? If it was anyone else I would have slit your throat. But it's you." He went towards Mint's zipper slowly taking it off. "So lucky... so fucking lucky..." Herb repeated his words and began to pull up Mint's shirt.

"Herb not again! Pleeasse!" Mint cried as he tried to get away only for Herb to shove the blade back onto his throat and pushed him harder.

"You will pay for this! Do you understand Mint?! For this..." His hands went around his neck causing Mint to yelp in pain. "This... This is all your fault! It's all because you're so fucking self-." He suddenly stopped and stared wide-eyed at the door.

"We were just mourning Vampire's death and you fell." Herb quickly stood up hiding the knife back in his hair. "Hurry the fuck up and fix yourself." He whispered screamed.

"I-I-I."

"If that cookie sees this, I'll have to kill them Mint. Do you want to be the reason for another death? Do you?" Herb asked, reaching for the knife.

Mint shakes his head frantically before getting off the bed and fixing his zipper. Just as he was pulling his shirt down, Alchemist busted into the room.

"What is going on here?" She asked as her gaze landed upon the scene.

"I just heard a noise and was making sure Mint was alright," Herb spoke in a soothing tone, not letting any sign of worry on his face. "Isn't that right, Minty?" He smiled, looking dead into his soul. 

Fear consumed Mint. His fear, fear that she was going to die. That his hands will be tainted with her jam. And it took all of his willpower to not let those feelings show on his face. "Ahh, yeah! Than-thanks again, Herb. I appreciate it..."

He smiled, patting his back. "Any time." His hands felt like sharp knives slicing through the violinist's dough every time Herb touched him. However, he couldn't care less. Not now at least. He is glad no one else is dead. By the time those thoughts left Mint's head, Sparkling and Cocoa came sprinting into the room.

"What happened?" Sparkling asked mainly towards Herb. "What was that noise?"

"Oh, nothing." Herb waved it off. "And for noise, it was probably Alchemist slamming open the door." He chuckled, with a nervous smile. "So no need for the knife Cocoa."

That's when everyone noticed the butcher knife in her hand. "Oh." Honestly, she forgot she was washing it. But she knew that Mint if was in trouble this object would be pretty helpful. Herb and Cocoa exchanged glances with each other before they both turned their attention towards Mint. 

Mint felt his stomach sink at the looks they were giving him. Their expression wasn't one he liked seeing. Pure anger and concern. Mint didn't like that at all. "I think... Herb, we should leave." Sparkling said quietly.

The gardener just sighed. "Fine." He looked over at Sparkling, annoyed. He grabbed the bartender's hand before dragging him out of the room. When they both were outside Mint released a breath he had been holding. Cocoa wrapped her arms around him and pressed his face into her chest, letting him cry.

Alchemist stood there awkwardly watching them. Then she made her way towards Mint and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, whispering. "It's ok to cry, Minty." Thinking that the name would bring comfort. Yet it did the opposite. The hairs on his neck stood up.

That nickname...

Minty...

He broke from the hug, basically pushing both of them away. "Sorry." He apologized as soon as the realization dawned on him. Mint could feel it. He could feel their hands, their touches, their burning warmth against his body. He was back at the bar, naked and afraid of the figures around him.

Oh, Minty~

He hated it. He wanted it to stop. Why couldn't he just forget about it and move on?! Why is he still here? Why isn't he home? Why are their hands still on his hips, on his thighs? Why are they still touching him!? They're always touching him, always touching his body even after begging them not to. His skin crawls whenever he feels their touch. Every part of his body is rotten in their presence, and he hates it.

I missed you Minty~.

It was inside of him and it wouldn't leave. He wants it to end so badly. To escape from their grasp. He doesn't want to remember it. He doesn't want to be reminded of this feeling. He wants to forget it.

I want to see you, Minty~.

He felt his body convulse and then he was screaming. "STOP!" He pleaded, clutching his hair and sobbing into his knees.

  Why are you screaming~? 

Are you madddddd at us Minty~? 

Why would Minty be mad..?

He shook his head, gripping the sides of his head and trying to fight the memories. "Stop please." He mentally begged himself, hoping that his subconscious would listen. Mint couldn't hear anything. All he could focus on was how badly he wanted everything to go away. His ears were ringing. His vision was blurry. Everything was black and white.

Do you truly want an escape, Minty~?

The only things that weren't were the figures in front of them. Red, green, and yellow.  They all wore bright grins on their faces. A smile that could hurt any innocent being on Earthbread. A smile that could destroy a person's mind. The smiles sent chills up Mint's spine.

You really are scared of us aren't you, Minty~?

They walked closer as Mint began shaking in fear. As they got closer their laughter seemed to fill the air around him. Mint wanted to scream but his voice wouldn't come out. He wanted to run away but his legs wouldn't work. They wouldn't even move. All he could do was stand and watch. He was helpless. 

You shouldn't be though, Minty~.

They reached him. They circled him as their laughs filled his head. He tried to push the voices away but failed miserably. Their grips tightened. The hands grabbed his shoulders. He tried to free himself, but their grip was too tight. Their smiles are too bright, blinding him. The laugh rings loud, deafening and piercing Mint's ear drums.

We will set you free~.

Their grip loosened as they pulled away, smiling widely with joy. Then he saw it... A glistening knife. They handed it to him, and Mint felt a rush of excitement course through his veins. Something he could use to escape this hell hole. That would help him free himself from this horrible place they locked him in. The knife glistened brightly as he held it between his fingers. He brought it right towards his wrist, preparing to cut it, but something changed. A different thought entered his mind as he froze. 

Why the hesitation~?

Cocoa... He dropped the knife, scooting away from it. What was he thinking? What made him think of doing such a thing? Mint could feel tears setting in his eyes. Was he going crazy? How could he leave the only cookie who loved him? Why the hell is he so selfish!?

Come onnnn are you not going to free yourself~?

Mint shook his head violently and wiped the tears off his cheeks. No, not like this! He will escape just not like this. Or at least not right now. Cocoa loved him. He never meant to hurt her.  It wasn't his intention. He loved her so much. 

They frowned, staring at him with disappointment. 

We can wait, Minty~. 

We'll wait until you are ready~. 

We'll wait until you are ready for the freedom that's waiting for you~~.

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He awoke with a gasp. The first thing he realized when he regained consciousness was he was no longer in his bedroom. Hell, he doesn't even think he was in his house anymore.

Mint looked up at the buzzing lights. There was a smell of lemons mixed with what he thought was flowers. 

Oh... a hospital room? The bed sheets were soft against his skin, but also cold. Mint rubbed his hands together. The blankets were covering him almost to his knees.

He tried sitting up only to find that he was strapped down to the bed. Instantly, panic started to shoot through him, shooting his heart rate up. He thrashed around frantically in the bed,  trying to break free.

"No...no no no no!" His breathing became more erratic. Mint screamed and yelled. Scared beyond any possible words to describe. He felt his fear get worse by the second. He couldn't take this! He needed to get out of here! Right now!

His eyes darted around, looking for an escape. Was he kidnapped?! Oh Swan they weren't going to rape him again were they? Please don't let it happen again! Not again not again! Never again! He couldn't let it happen again! 

Suddenly, the door flew open, terrifying Mint. "Oh good. You're awake." Dr. Bones said walking into the room with a clipboard in hand. The violinist stared wide-eyed at them, fear evident. "Sorry about holding you down and all. We had to prevent you from hurting anyone else." They explained calmly.

"I hurt... someone?" Mint asked with dread filling his system. He had the distinct memory of someone grabbing onto him. But he didn't remember who it was.

"Yes, I didn't think you would remember. You had slapped Cocoa pretty hard..."  They laughed slightly to try lighting the atmosphere. 

"I...hurt her...?" Mint questioned, unable to keep eye contact. The doctor nodded solemnly. 

"But don't worry, she is fine." They assured him. but that didn't make him feel better. No, it felt awful. He didn't mean to hurt her. "So Mr. Mint Choco, how are you feeling today?" Dr. Bones asked.

"Horrible." He replied bluntly causing Dr. Bones to chuckle.

"If you don't mind answering this, who is Sparkling to you?" Instantly the hairs on the violinist's neck stood up. Why must everyone talk about the cookies he hated so much? This question caused him to flinch in the bed before finally turning his gaze to meet the doctor's concerned eyes (eye sockets). 

"W-w-why do you ask?" He tried not to sound nervous but they both knew he failed.

"When you slapped Cocoa you called her Sparkling. Is there a particular reason why you call her that? Did you think she was him?" They interrogated him curiously. 

"I-" Mint stopped talking when their eyes narrowed in confusion. "Don't remember," he muttered quietly.

Dr. Bones nodded, taking notes on their clipboard. After a few moments of silence, they continued, asking different mental health questions. Some were simple;

How have you been lately?

Are you eating well?

How much did you sleep last night?

But most weren't;

Have you had any other anxiety attacks?

How has your anxiety been recently?

Do you feel safe?

Is there something you are afraid of?

Has anyone happened to hurt you?

He hated every question. Every single one of them hit a spot deep inside Mint that he had tried so hard to avoid. Each one dug into his chest like a thorn. Each question triggered his feelings. Pain, anger, betrayal.

"Ok Mint. I think that's enough for today." Dr. Bones declared after finishing their questions. Mint nodded silently as the doctor undid the straps.

Once the straps fell, Mint slowly sat up, rubbing his sore wrists while wincing at the pain. The doctor smiled at him reassuringly and gave him a small pat on the back.

"Let me know if you need anything okay? Just tell your nurse and they'll send me a message." Dr. Bones said, beginning to walk out of the room. Before they closed the door however they said over their shoulder, "You will be staying for a few days. But don't fret it will be over before you know it,"

Mint stayed silent throughout their exit. When they left, he was left alone once again. The silence was deafening. He was surrounded by silence. By darkness. He took a shaky breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to calm his breathing. Then he began to think.

Mint sighed, did he really hurt her? He felt his stomach turn at the thought, and guilt pooled deep within his stomach like acid. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole, hide away from his problems, from everything he couldn't control.

From reality itself. How could Mint hurt someone he cared about? Someone that truly meant the world to him? Who actually loves him as much as he loves her? How could he?

That made him think, was he really better than his friends? What was he thinking of course he was. He slapped her unconsciously and only because he thought she was his abuser. 

While they abused him, assaulted him, and raped him in his own home. They tortured him,  threatened him, humiliated him…and for what? Jealousy? Love? Lust? To be honest Mint didn't know. Perhaps that was the answer; maybe, just maybe they were lovesick obsessive monsters that wanted to simply possess his body.

He groaned loudly at the thought. Of course, that was all it was. Pure jealousy that he could never romantically love them.  It was pure desire and lust to possess him, to abuse him, to torture him. That's all he was to them. Just some sex toy, used to satisfy and feed their dark desires. He shivered at those thoughts, remembering everything that happened for the past month.

Truly did he deserve Cocoa? Her affection for him was pure unconditional love. She truly loved him. He knew that. A woman with a beautiful soul and a warm personality deserved the world. Someone so loving and would never hurt anyone, not unless pushed to her absolute limits. What kind of cookie would hurt such a wonderful creature like her?

And yet here he was. The violinist gripped his hair. His breathing grew faster. Tears started gathering in his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. His head pounded relentlessly, making him wince and grit his teeth. 

The room was spinning and he was scared. Mint didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to face reality. But there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say that could change the fact that they were right; he did hurt Cocoa.

Tears overflowed and ran down Mint's cheeks. With each one touching his dough there was a stabbing pain in his heart, which grew stronger each time he thought about it. Did he even deserve to live? If he hurt her then shouldn't he just end it already? Shouldn't he just die?

Before he could ponder on that thought there was a knock on the door. "Come in." He said barely above a whisper as he rubbed his tears away. Cocoa and Alchemist walked in. Cocoa was holding a small stuffed teddy bear and the teen was holding some sort of card. But not only that; there was a slightly red mark on his girlfriend's cheek.

"I am glad you're better." Cocoa walked up to him, handing him the stuffed bear. He looked at Alchemist, who smiled softly at him. She handed him the card and watched as he opened it carefully. It had a sad dog on it while crying into a beer.

"There's a tear in my beer?" Mint read quietly, chuckling humorlessly. 

"Yeah, I thought it was funny," Alchemist mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. Mint chuckled lightly to himself.

"It's adorable." He said with a  smile, trying to lighten the mood. But it ended up coming off awkward.

Cocoa gave a quick glance at Alchemist and she only nodded, before leaving the room. Leaving the couple in the room in silence once again. Mint looked at the floor, playing with the bear in his hands and biting his lip nervously, almost choking on his tears.  "Cocoa... I...um..." he began hesitantly. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Cocoa asked softly. 

"I hurt you. Even if it was subconscious, knowing I hurt you makes me feel awful. I'm so sorry," he repeated quietly, his voice cracking a little bit. 

"Mint..." Cocoa whispered, sitting on the bed beside him. He lifted his head and looked at her, meeting her soft brown eyes. She hugged him around his waist but he flinched, causing her to let go immediately.

"Sorry."

"No it's fine I am just surprised." 

She smiled and kissed his cheek gently. "All I want to say is that I know that you would never hurt me on purpose. Plus you called me Sparkling, so I knew that wasn't meant for me." She added carefully.

"Oh, I guess I did," He whispered, looking away.

"Hey look at me." She grabbed his chin and compelled him to look at her. "I'm always going to love you no matter what. We will get through this together. Okay?"

Mint couldn't help but feel tears start to prick in his eyes. "Oh, Swan! I am crying again!" He tried wiping his tears but the only result was him crying even harder. Cocoa quickly embraced him and held him close. She kept running her fingers through his hair, humming to herself slightly.

"You know, I think one of the strongest things a cookie could do is open up and let themselves express their emotions freely. There are countless cookies out there that have bottled up their emotions until it becomes painful." She sighed and ran her hand through Mint's curls again.

"Sometimes you don't even realize how much you have bottled up until something makes the dam crack and water starts gushing. So trust me when I say; it takes strength to break down that dam." She kissed Mint's cheek again. "So stop worrying and trust me Mint. I am here for you."

Mint buried his face in her neck, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him. He finally felt at ease again. At peace. And although he wasn't happy, he finally felt as if maybe this might be a good place to finally start healing.

"Thank you, Cocoa." He whispered.

Cocoa hummed happily. "Of course."

"What about you? Are you okay?" Mint asked, glancing over at the bruise on her cheek.

"Of course." She replied without hesitation, brushing it off.

"Really..?" Mint questioned curiously.

"Really." She assured him again and squeezed his waist. Mint stared at her for a while before sighing and smiling.

After a few minutes of being in each other's embrace, there was a voice on the intercom. "Visiting hours will end in 15 minutes. Please start heading to the lobby." Cocoa pulled away from him and stood from the bed. Mint sighed and frowned at her departure. 

"I'll visit you tomorrow, alright? Just don't get too bored without me." She teased. Mint laughed softly before nodding. She leaned forward and pecked him on the lips before walking out of the room, leaving him alone once again.

Mint sat up a little straighter and glanced at the door, before letting out a sigh. He rested his chin against his hand. How did he get so lucky? To fall for a woman as amazing and wonderful as Cocoa. A woman who loved him unconditionally. Who didn't care that he cries sometimes or shows his emotions.

She really was something special. He held the stuffed animal tightly as he thought about her again. It felt nice and he actually felt safe in her arms, protected and surrounded by her love. It was the best feeling in Earthbread. It was like he had fallen for her all over again.

He was broken out of his thoughts when there was a knock on his door. Mint jumped slightly, startled at the unexpected sound. Was it Cocoa again? Maybe she decided to spend a little more time with him? "Cocoa, is that you?" He asked. 

The door opened revealing some nurse and some hooded figure. "You have ten minutes remaining. I will be outside the door." The nurse said before leaving the room.

The violinist stared at the figure, confused. He knew it wasn't Cocoa. They were way too tall and skinny for that. Was it Rockstar? How did he know he was in the hospital? "Rockstar?"

The figure took off his hood, having an awkward smile. Mint only knew one cookie who had fizzy blond hair and green eyes.

"Hey...Minty." Sparkling said softly awkwardly waving. Almost instantly Mint could feel his heart begin racing as his mind went into overdrive. 

His mind was screaming at him to do something but he was stuck in fear. He walked towards him and placed the bouquet of white and pink peonies next to him. "These are for you."

"H-H-How-?"

"Oh, Alchemist texted me. I would have brought Herb too but after that close call, I figured we shouldn't push out luck." He chuckled nervously.

How could she? How could she tell his rapists where he was? Why was she doing this? Why was Alchemist doing this? 

Mint stared at his eyes, starting to water with tears. His heart was beating rapidly and his mind was filled with panic. 

"Hey, don't cry." Sparkling cooed, stroking Mint's arm gently, trying to calm him down. But it didn't help, in fact, it made it worse. He was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face and staining his cheeks. 

"Breath," Sparkling said, moving closer and placing both arms around Mint's shoulders, drawing him in for a hug. 

"Please stop," Mint cried shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. "Don't touch me! Get away from me! You ruined everything! Stop touching me!"

 He screamed in fear and pain. The more he tried to pull away the tighter Sparkling held onto him. "Help me! Somebody-." Sparkling's hand went to Mint's mouth to prevent him from screaming anymore.

"Stop. Crying. Minty." Sparkling commanded, keeping Mint still as the male whimpered and struggled. "Just breathe. Calm down. Everything is going to be okay. I just need to talk to you, okay?"

Mint continued to struggle in Sparkling's arms, trying to scream for the nurse.

"Look at me," Sparkling said calmly, grabbing Mint's chin. He forced him to look into his green eyes. "Everything is going to be okay. It will be okay. Trust me." 

He wasn't stupid, he knew that whatever he wanted was something Mint didn't want to give. "I want you to answer my questions truthfully. Why did you kill Vampire, Mint?" His hand went towards his throat and his fingertips touched the collarbone.

The musician's eyes widened, unable to speak due to fear. "I am waiting. Why did you kill him?" His grip on Mint's chin tightened. "Why?"

Mint shook violently, desperately trying to free himself. "I didn't-"

"Yes, you did. Who else would? Who else would ever harm Vampire? Huh?"

Mint swallowed thickly and remained quiet.

"Did you tell someone? Was it Cocoa?"

"N-"

"Tell me. Tell me who it was, Mint! He would have never killed himself, you know that." The words made Mint tremble more and tears flow from his eyes. "Tell me!"

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, WHY ARE YOU STILL HURTING  ME?!" Mint sobbed, pushing away from Sparkling, causing him to fall off the bed. He landed painfully on the floor, making his shoulder throbbing. Mint kept screaming at him in distress.

A few seconds into his shrieking, multiple nurses ran into the area. One knelt beside Sparkling and helped him up. Dr. Bones came in a second later and looked down at him with a shocked expression. 

"What happened!? Where is the nurse who was supposed to be outside this room?"

"We don't know, Doctor." The nurse responded, trying to hold the wailing Mint down.

The doctor looked at Sparkling, glaring. "Get him out of here. He is scaring my patient." The nurses nodded, leading Sparkling out of the room.

"Give him the sedatives." He commanded,  turning towards the nurse who nodded frantically and hurriedly left the room. They returned with the syringe in less than ten seconds. Mint continued to scream and thrash as they injected it into his IV bag.

 When the drug started to take effect, he stopped struggling and fell limp, unconscious. Afterward, the nurse carefully removed the needle from Mint's IV bag and wrapped it back up with medical tape. They put him back into bed and covered him with another blanket.

"Tell the nurse who was supposed to be watching this room that they are fired. This is unacceptable." Dr. Bones told the nurse.

Mint lay motionless in the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what just happened.

It was all because of his old friends…

His life was ruined.

It was funny; comical even, that even though Vampire was nothing but bare bones he still found his way to hurt him. To ruin him. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes tiredly. Healing would take longer than he originally thought. 

But there was simply no way around it.

Unpayable Bill (aka Pay your Tab); Bitter Roofie

Please be wary of the tags!!

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Rape/Non-Con

Categories:

M/M

Multi

F/M

Fandom:

Cookie Run (Video Game)

Relationships:

Cocoa Cookie/Mint Choco Cookie (Cookie Run)

Herb Cookie/Sparkling Cookie (Cookie Run)

Herb Cookie/Mint Choco Cookie/Sparkling Cookie/Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Characters:

Herb Cookie (Cookie Run)

Sparkling Cookie (Cookie Run)

Mint Choco Cookie (Cookie Run)

Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Additional Tags:

Sparkling Cookie's Juice Bar (Cookie Run)

Rape/Non-con Elements

Rape

Non-Consensual Touching

Drug Use

Non-Consensual Drug Use

Date Rape Drug/Roofies

Anal Sex

Non-Consensual Kissing

Non-Consensual Oral Sex

Non-Consensual Blow Jobs

Minor Violence

Sexual Violence

Hurt

Emotional Hurt

All of them are drunk

use of alcohol

Cocoa cookie is mentioned

Mint Choco and Cocoa are dating

Mint Choco needs a hug

Hurt No Comfort

Forced Orgasm

Cookie Run Characters Have Human Traits

Cookie Run Characters Have Jam Instead of Blood

Gang Rape

Language: English

Summary:

Mint Choco's life was good. He met the love of his life, he was living his dream, but most importantly his friends stayed with him. Even after all these years he never regretted befriending them. He didn't know that way of thinking could change in one night. He didn't know his life could have been destroyed in one night.

Notes:

This plot had been in my mind for a while, I hope it's good!

"I think I really love her." Mint Choco smiled, looking into his glass. The others looked at him all with neutral faces. "Ha… I thought about buying a ring and everything." 

"Well, I think that's great." Sparkling smile at his customer, cleaning one of his glasses.

"I am happy for you man. Just sad to see you get tied down so quickly." Vampire mumbled, taking another shot.

"Cocoa would be overjoyed that you want to marry her." Herb puffed out smoke. "She is a really lucky lady."

"You know guys, I think she is the one." The composer sighed, putting his head on his hands. "I wonder what she's out doing now?" He hummed, eyeing down the liquid in his cup.

No one said anything, instead, they all looked at each other. Each one of them knew that it was tonight. It was too perfect of a time. "Well then." Sparkling finally broke the silence. "Since this will be our last time seeing you here's a drink. On the house." He pushed him a tall vodka, his favorite drink.

"Don't say that." Mint Choco frowned, still happily taking both of the shots. "I am not going anywhere. I'll visit you guys outside the bar alright?" He smiled, feeling a little more intoxicated from it.

"Yeah, yeah." Vampire hiccuped. "Still, won't be the same, we had all met in this bar." He was right, Mint Choco remembered years ago when he first came here.

He was only a dreamer back then. Now, look at him, going stage to stage. Living the life. "Well maybe on the weekends." Mint Choco smiled, his eyes starting to fluster. The drug was taking its effect already. "When did this stuff become stronger?" He smiled, as Sparkling went to lock the front door.

He closed all the curtains and put up his closed sign. "You're closing pretty early today." Mint Choco looked around. There were no customers left, it was only him and his friends. Everyone must have already gone home. It was quiet except for the soft jazz music playing.

"Oh, don't worry about that." He shook his head, turning to face him. "We are always the last ones here anyways." He smiled, standing close to him.

Mint Choco nodded before getting up, "I should probably go now." He went to walk towards the door but was stopped when hands grabbed his waist.

"What if you stay the night?" Vampire smiled, putting his chin on his shoulder.

 "Why the sudden interest?" He asked, trying to remove his hands, but to no avail. He was trapped between Vampire's arms.

"Because we want to make sure you don't try to run away or something like that." He smirked, pulling him closer by his hips. He slid out of Vampire's hands and walked up to the door.  "Hey, where do you think you're going?" Vampire yelled. Mint Choco ignored his questions and tried to open the door.

"Unlock the door."

"Why should he?" Herd asked. "All you're going to do is stay with that bitch and leave us behind."

"Shut it, Herb!" Mint Choco growled, "You will not talk about Cocoa like that." He said glaring at him.

"Why would you leave us for some random whore?!' Herb shouted, walking up to him.

"I am not leaving any of you guys. What is your fucking problem?!" His anger rose higher and faster than ever. He could feel it boiling inside of him.

Vampire had pushed him to the floor, his back hit it. The redhead held his wrists above his head. Before Mint could chew him out he felt his lips on his. He could taste red wine on his lips. Mint struggled, kicking his legs. But he couldn't break free. 

Mint Choco felt someone grab his leg and hold him down. What the hell were they doing? Vampire pulled back, panting.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Mint screamed and Vampire couldn't seem bothered at his outburst. "What is wrong with you!? You know I have a girlfriend!" 

Vampire laughed. "You don't have a fucking girlfriend! The only cookies you have are us." 

Mint broke his hand free and punched him hard.  "And you are not my boyfriend!" He kept hitting until his hands were held back. It was Sparkling. "What the fuck!? Let go of me!" 

He cried, trying to get away. Sparkling pushed him back to the floor but this time his hands were held by him. He struggled around, trying to hit someone else. Vampire kissed him again, but it was way more aggressive.

Vampire didn't stop and Sparkling watched with a frown. Mint felt sick. The kiss, the touches, and the way he kissed him, it was so different and he wanted nothing more than to stop.

"Shouldn't we move on?" Herb complained from behind Vampire. Mint tried to throw him off, but was only able to get him to stop kissing him.

"Get off me!" He shouted and kicked Vampire in his stomach, making him let go.

"Mint chill." Herd scolded, replacing him. But was now sitting right on his lap. Mint glared at him, bucking around.

"Leave me alone."

Herb smiled, looking down at him. "That is not how you treat your boyfriend."

Mint scoffed, "We aren't dating!" Vampire got back up from the ground slowly, holding his side.

"How much did you put in his drink?!" Vampire yelled at the bartender.

"Obviously not enough." Sparkling frowned. 

"You should have given him way more."

It took a bit to understand but when he did he yelled. "YOU TRIED DRUGGING ME!?" He raged.

"Yes, but it was a good drink was it not?" Sparkling winked at him.

"Can we move on now?" The alcoholic complained, putting his hand on his thighs. Mint Choco yelped.

"Fine, be my guest." Sparkling smiled as Vampire started to put his hand in Mint's boxers.

"Noo!" The composer's eyes widened. "Stop it!" He tried to pull his hand away but failed. They all chuckled.

Mint Choco kept screaming.

"Dude, just chill." Herb mocked.

"Stop it!" Mint Choco yelled louder. "Stop touching me!" Mint Choco yelled when he felt his dick be kissed by cold air. Mint gasped.

Everyone stared at the redhead.

Mint Choco continued to scream until tears began rolling down. His breathing became erratic. Vampire was kissing his neck. "I love you." His words slurred, starting to rub over his shaft.

Mint tried to fight him but Sparkling pulled him forward. Herb bent down to kiss him and whispered 'I love you' over and over again when Vampire went to catch his breath. Soon everyone was kissing Mint Choco on the cheeks.

He shut his eyes tight, hoping for it all to stop.

"This isn't funny!" Mint Choco begged.

"It is hilarious though." Sparkling smiled, leaning against him. "Give us a smile~."

"NO!" Mint Choco struggled.

"I can see you are enjoying this." Herb teased, getting off Mint. He put himself between his legs while licking his tip. Mint Choco kept trying to get himself away but he was stuck between all of them. 

The other two started kissing him all over his neck, leaving wet trails of saliva until their kisses traveled down to his chest. Sparkling and Vampire kissed him like it was their very last time.

Mint Choco sobbed. "STOP IT!" He shouted, pushing at them. He tried to break away but none of them would give up. Herb sucked on his length, licking it as if he was some tasty treat. 

It was all too overwhelming and Mint Choco hated it. He could feel his heart racing. His body shivered in fear. His tears wouldn't stop falling.

"STOP IT! STOP IT, GET OFF, PLEASE!" He pleaded, shaking them off. Their mouths stayed attached, giving him no chance to push them away.

He could feel his climax start to come but he didn't want to release, even if it was delaying the inevitable. 

Vampire joined in, licking the part Herb didn't have in his mouth. Mint Choco let out a loud moan. This feeling was too good, he couldn't help it.

They sucked and licked it for the longest time and the warmth in his abdomen became overwhelming.

Mint Choco felt the orgasm coming soon, he moaned harder. He knew he didn't have much time left. "STOP IT!" He tried pushing them off his body but still, their hands gripped onto his arms and legs. 

"Please!" He begged.

Herb put his cock deep down his throat and took one last glance at him."STOP!" Mint Choco screamed, feeling his hot liquid burst into Herb's mouth. He seemed to try and hold it all in his mouth but failed. Cum dripped onto his leg. 

They looked at each other than at his penis, "So delicious." Vampire said with a smile, licking up the rest.

"No!!" Mint Choco screamed again, tears flowed freely down his face.

"Come on, this is your fault." Herd said, gulping the rest. He grabbed his member and the two started kissing and licking him all over. Mint Choco couldn't believe it. His whole body shook and trembled from both shock, pain, and pleasure.

But it wasn't long till Mint Choco couldn't take anymore and he lost control, shooting out all over their faces. He screamed, covering his mouth with his arm. But the others didn't notice anything. 

All of them kept licking up every last drop of cum on his member. Mint Choco cried as he came, throwing his head back. He fell so weak as they sucked every drop he had to offer.

Sparkling laughed, "Are you enjoying this?" He asked, letting go of his hands.

"NO!" Mint Choco yelled, covering himself. Sparkling grinned, taking a condom out of his back pocket. He threw off his pants as he opened the wrapper. But was stopped. "Don't, he doesn't deserve it." Vampire took it out of his hand and threw it somewhere. Sparkling shrugged, putting his tip over his hole.

"Let's finish what we started!" Herb threw off his own pants and put himself on top of Mint's dick. Mint Choco closed his eyes but it didn't stop the sounds of pleasure when Herb sat down. He could feel Herb squeeze around his dick. It felt so wrong that he was actively enjoying this. Sparkling moved in closer pushing himself into Mint's hole. He screamed from the pain and squeezed himself together.

Mint tried to pull away and turn over but was grabbed by the shoulders. Vampire sat on him forcing him to lay flat again. He had his pants off and his cock only inches away from his mouth. Mint Choco whimpered, trying to wiggle out of their grip.

 "Just relax." Vampire said, squeezing him again. Mint Choco shook his head, trying to pull free. "Relax baby," Vampire whispered, licking his lips. Mint Choco didn't even know how to react. He just kept trembling. He didn't think he would ever feel such pleasure and pain in his life.

Vampire smiled, moving close to him. He took Mint Choco's jaw in his hand and forced his head up, making him look at him. He stared at the Vampire's mouth. Mint Choco closed his eyes again. He didn't think this was going to end well.

The red head leaned closer and brushed his lips against his ear, blowing warm breath over his ear.

 "Open your mouth." Mint Choco did, closing his eyes. He could feel Vampire smirking. Vampire took him by surprise, thrusting inside his mouth. Mint Choco moaned, his head dropping backward in pain.

Vampire thrust in, watching how Mint's eyes would momentarily roll back before he would snap his eyes closed once again, sucking on Vampire's tip. The bartender watched him closely, pushing deeper inside the composer hole. "You are so adorable."

Mint Choco wanted nothing more than to kill him with his own two hands but couldn't find the strength. So instead he just whined softly in agony.

Mint rolled his eyes. He really didn't want any of them. They all seemed to enjoy teasing him more than having sex with him. Everyone looked at him with wide smiles.  Vampire held Mint Choco's chin gently as he thrust in and out.

"Shh, just keep moaning." The redhead told him. Mint Choco whimpered once again, pulling him in deeper. The bartender let out a soft gasp, feeling Mint tightening around his cock. Mint Choco could hear his heart beating fast, matching his own rapid breathing.

 The pain he was in was slowly turning into pleasurable pleasure. Every inch was burning, feeling so good he thought he might die. "That's it. Keep going." The redhead ordered.

Mint Choco groaned softly as Vampire moved faster, pushing in and out. "Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Herb moaned while bouncing on his cock. 

He bounced down until he released. His cum had stained Vampire's back and Mint's Choco stomach. The composer moaned loudly as he reached his peak, shooting inside the gardener. Herb let out an exhausted sigh. "Fuck that was good." He said panting.

Even though Mint had released, the two alcoholic drinks still went hard. Herb turned to Sparkling and started kissing him. The bartender gripped Mint's waist as they kissed passionately. 

A few more hard thrusts and Sparkling screamed in pleasure. He came into Mint, filling him with seed. Sparkling laid on Herb, tired. The only one who was still going was Vampire, pumping into Mint's mouth with full force.

Mint Choco couldn't move any longer. He gave up, feeling utterly defeated. Vampire put himself down his throat. Mint Choco couldn't help but moan at the intense sensation. Vampire held on to his hair before releasing. They pulled out and collapsed on top of him.

"Oh god." Sparkling gasped, resting his head on his shoulder. "That feels so, fucking amazing~."

Herb nodded, "Yeah. That was a great ride." He smiled happily." Vampire groaned after all his seed went into Mint Choco's mouth. It tasted like expensive wine. 

He instinctively swallowed it in a matter of seconds. His throat was burning. Everything hurts.  He didn't think anything could be more painful. Mint Choco looked at them, still in pain. Their expressions showed disappointment yet joy too.

"You should've been more gentle," Sparkling said. He pulled out, cum dripping. Vampire got off him. And sat on the nearby barstool. And soon the other two followed.

Mint Choco hugged himself, everything hurt and he felt so disgusting. He still couldn't believe he got off to it. The composer cried in his shirt. What would Cocoa think when she finds out?

He couldn't help but feel nasty as hell but he hoped she wouldn't find out. Maybe he could just forget about this whole thing. 

Everything was so dead silent, the only sounds he heard were Sparkling pouring Vampire another drink. And it's as if Cocoa had heard him because his phone started to ring. It rang out with classical music. They ignore it, letting it continue. It stopped but a few seconds later she called again.

Vampire got up and stumbled over there. Before anyone could say anything. He took the phone out of Mint's back pocket and answer it.

"VAMPIRE!" The bartender yelled running to stop him.

"What do you...  what Cocoa?"  He snarled.

"Where is Mint?! Where's my boyfriend?! Why do you have his phone?!" She shouted hysterically through the phone.

"Chill the.... fuck out." Sparkling took the phone and hung up in a panic.

"Fucking great." He groaned. His phone rang again, this time Sparkling answered it? "Yes, Cocoa?"

"Where's Mint, what happened to him?"

Vampire was going to say something but Herb stopped him.

"Sorry for the worry. Mint got wasted and we didn't want him to drive back."

"May I talk to him?" The bartender looked at Herb and he shrugged. "He's knocked out." He looked at the composer cry.

"I'll tell him you call." He said hanging up.

The bartender looked at Mint sobbing in pain. He sighed, pouring himself a drink. He felt a little bad but if he truly did he would have never done this. He just couldn't help it. He drank some champagne and sighed. "Just how long are you going to lay there?" Vampire asks before stealing the drink from the bartender.

Mint didn't respond, he just turned to face the other way and kept crying. He was afraid that if he talked he would cry some more. The bartender put a bottle of vodka in front of him.

He didn't trust it.

"What's wrong?" Was he being serious, they just raped him. How could he possibly feel anything but dread? "Are you going to answer?"

"I hate you," Mint whispered weakly. "I wish I never met you cookies. I hate you so much." Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"Why are you upset?" Herb asked, smoking another joint.

Mint shook his head. "I'm going to get sick." He said, wiping away his tears. 

"Don't go throwing up on me. Just drink this." He held out the bottle of vodka to him. Mint Choco stared at the bottle in disgust. He knew that it was probably drugged alcohol but right now he needed something stronger than water to get him over this. 

"It's not drugged," The bartender insisted. "Drink it." He commanded. Mint shook his head. But he rather fight against them than give them what they want. He hated their presence.

He hated being around his ex-friends. He hated being with his ex-friends. He hated himself for falling for this crazy-ass group. "We're not going to leave you alone, no matter how you scream and shout at us. Drink the damn vodka and deal with it." The alcoholic added coldly.

Mint Choco looked down at his shaking hands and then back at them. He slowly grabbed hold of the neck of the bottle with his left hand and brought the drink to his lips. He forced his lips closed and took a sip. Immediately, he felt it take over his body, making him relax a bit,  allowing its warmth to flood into him. 

He slowly drank more of it as the other three continued watching him. Vampire's eyes lit up and immediately he snatched the bottle from Mint's hands. He gulped most of it before handing it back to him. "I told you it wasn't drugged." He grinned.

Mint Choco glared. No one ever told you something wasn't drugged unless it was meant to drug you. So he knew better than everyone what he was saying about it being safe to drink it. He drank half of it anyway. He was thirsty after all. But he knew it was a lot. A little more and it probably would've been more than he could handle.

"I can tell you're enjoying the taste." The bartender grinned, taking the rest of the bottle and finishing it up as well. Mint Choco wanted to throw his drink at them. These cookies are ruining his life. The composer didn't like them one bit.

If they weren't drunk... If they didn't act like they loved him… Then maybe he would feel differently about them. But the truth is, he loved Cocoa.  All he cared about was getting back with Cocoa as soon as possible.

Nothing else mattered.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that they were done drinking and Sparkling were making them clean up the place. After they finished cleaning up the bar, he sat the two down. "Do you remember how you guys met?"

"Not really." Vampire yawned."I was wasted that day."

"Well, I do." Herb started, Sparkling was trying a new herb blend and I came to try it."

"Oh, I remember now! I was using you to stand." He laughed. "You were so awkward."

Sparkling nodded his head, "Yep, then Mint Choco came into the bar." They all looked at him with a smile. "He was a cute boy." They all agreed. The redhead giggled.

Mint Choco felt like vomiting "I hate you all."

"Nah you love us." Sparkling grinned, winking.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say boo." Vampire smirked.

"I hate you all!" Mint repeated, yelling.

They both chuckled. "We love you too." Herb said.

They laughed. It was such an ugly, horrible laugh. A laugh so vile you'd be disgusted by it. You don't need to hear it to be able to imagine the feeling they were having.

Sparkling handed him more drinks. He gulped it down without even thinking twice about it. He was already drunk enough so he wouldn't care anymore. Sooner or later everyone was drunk. Even the bartender started to get tipsy, he leaned against the counter and closed his eyes. 

Everyone laughed and sang along to whatever was playing on the radio while drinking. Everyone except Mint Choco, he just lay there silently. Thinking about everything that just happened. What he should do. He tried to look away from them but they were looking straight ahead. 

Every once in a while someone would look at him, wink at him, and make fun of him.

He looked up at the ceiling. He hated this place. Hated every single cookie here. He hated them. He hated himself. He hated that he befriended them. Why would he do that to himself? 

And then suddenly he was crying again as the song changed to something much more joyful. Tears were streaming from his eyes. He covered them with his arms so that none of them could see. He started bawling his guts out, sobbing quietly to himself.

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pjm | “carnal lechery”

pairing: yandere! vampire! jimin x novice nun! virgin! fem. reader

rating: M

genre: yandere au, supernatural (vampire) au, smut, angst

word count: 10.5K

Headline: Halloween Night Massacre; Police Baffled By Murdering Spree

warnings: yandere themes, dub con, angst, graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral (m.rec & f.rec), bonding, blindfolding, biting, loss of virginity, virginal blood worship, overstimulation, use of feathers and chains, mentions of blood, graphic descriptions of slaughtering, mentions of religious cults, mentions of christianity, mentions of sacrifices, gore.

synopsis: Attempts to precede his arrival made you ornery as he slipped like thin air from your fingers, even when you’d have him so close. You had almost ultimately fixated in your mind that you’d never know your secret admirer. Meanwhile— mysterious murders, disappearances and uproars about the return of the most fabled coven of vampires: ❛The Rouge❜ leads you to expect your imminent death. However, you do not expect the turn of events and the appearance of the one you’d been seeking for.

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It was one of those macabre mornings when you’d find an oh-so-familiar garland at your doorstep.

The very same kind of flowers that you’d prefer for decorating your little reading nook with, would lay wrapped in a delicate paper foil. The dew on its petals would appear golden as it would kiss the ray of dawn streaming through the porch of your fern-scented cottage.

A feverish shiver would run through your spine at the sight of a caramel-colored envelope right underneath the lavender foil in anticipation of what this letter would say about you.

It would be hard to persist the laden need to find the giver first when the lovely pink petals would almost frown at your resistance.

You cherished calla lilies. There wasn’t a day when they’d not sit on your vase with their trimmed stems soaked in lukewarm water, smiling as they bloom.

Every Friday, this was to be expected. Yet, you weren’t fully comfortable with the handwritten cursive that’d make your fingers slack at its message.

The meander cursive masked the obscene descriptions of your curves, the filth in the mind of the writer was impeccably reflected in the flow of the dark ink.

The first time you had gotten such a letter, you had a recurred session reading it with obscure scrutiny, only to find the title ‘Third youngest of the Rouge’ in the sender name column.

The letters had chanted your name like a prayer, it’d beckon for you to have a taste of the kind of pleasure that you were trying to celibate yourself from, the kind that’d be a sin to indulge in.

It made your body thrice warmer, your body blazed into a pretty rouge like the robes you wore during service hours in the church.

Eroticism and romance were taboo subjects to conventuals and canonesses at the convent of Volterra. Being a novice in service to the almighty, you were taught to be a holy carmelite, a slender benedictine, devoted especially to scholarship and liturgical worship.

But the intimate descriptions highlighted the black traces of sin in the depths of your soul as if the devil awaited his chance to stand erect and applaud in sheer satisfaction at the sight of your crumbling control.

Sucking in shaky breaths, you grab hold of the stirrer and kindle the crackling flames dancing in your fireplace.

Without a second thought, you toss the expensive pieces of poetry into the topaz flames and watch as the fire comes to life and blazes the parchment to ashes.

You were considered too much of a vestal to submit to this admirer of yours.

The choirs at the convent church were different compared to other choirs that didn’t sing hymns. Their voices were almost like the angels’, high notes soaring over the clouds, graceful notes dancing on the staves, they sang for the almighty only.

This was halloween at the monestery. Whilst the town wore spooky robes and went around sharing treats in exchange of spared tricks, you sang along with your fellow sisters, honouring the almighty and paying tribute to saint Marcus.

You sang along, keeping a low voice and swaying to the gentlest harmony in devotion. The stanzas are clutched to your heart and you cherish this moment when you feel the string between you and your god. You cannot fathom how satiated you feel. Your mind strays to your past, when you were under foster care.

You were a doting, little child despite how the other girls prayed for a future where they can possess expensive goods and glittery jewelry. You only kept away from their notions of want and sinful desires for pleasure even as you became an adult.

You chose to bake cookies, share blankets, study the Bible, smile and croon at the praises the church would give you, rather than read obscene novels and join the young woman of your age in subjects that were atrocious in the eyes of the holy.

Sister Siena walked you to your dwelling at the convent’s residence while she chattered about her moss garden and herbs that could treat flu. You listened quietly, letting out little nonchalant hums. Gardening wasn’t a subject of your interest and you were much more fatigued to feign enthusiasm.

“The halloween rituals might probably need an addition of prune juice, don’t you think?” she asks while you unlock the latch and walk into your home.

You let out a small smile and usher her in whilst nodding to everything in your surroundings. A little envelope peeks out from the gap between the floor and the hallway door, making your chest tighten at the realisation.

A letter from your mystery admirer was unforeseen and definitely unwelcome, especially in the presence of a fellow nun in your dwelling.

The attention of sister Siena is brought back at the sight of a cream-coloured envelope with a rather unfamiliar stamp on its surface.

Her olive eyes narrow to two slits and makes perspiration bead out and down your clavicle in fear. In the blink of an eye, the envelope’s seal is torn and the letter is perused by the chestnut haired female at once.

Her response however, gives you a cursory shock. Her lips turn into a smile and she stares up at you, eyes in awe as if she had witnessed the grand work of Caravaggio.

“You have an admirer”, she infers and you scour her face for signs of offense only, to find nil. She seems rather, glad.

“I— I usually burn them there” you point to your fireplace and her shoulders buckle in a brief fit of giggles, as if you had shared an anecdote.

“Who would pray to have a vestal nun? It is like counting the stars.” she mumbles into her mug of tea, eyes flickering from your face to the letter, absent-mindedly.

You shrug and get seated opposite to her, straining your eyes on the flickering flames that warms your numb, cold toes. You sigh in bliss at the tranquil frame of your nook and almost the next minute, your eyes flutter shut and you sink into the lulled sounds of the crackling fire.

Unbeknownst to you, the young nun seated at your opposite has her nerves ossified at the glimpse of the sender’s title. Comprehension of ‘third youngest of the rouge’ sends her mind into frenzy. Dismay sinks into her heart and makes it thud and toll like church bells at the realisation of the plight that you have been pulled into and she shudders.

Without so as to even a noise, the letter is slid into her crimson tunic and the envelope is thrown into the fire.

The coolness of the midnight is deceptive; the sun has barely risen and this altitude is always cooler. Siena’s destination is low down and deep into the interior, well away from the onshore winds. When she reaches, the heat of that region makes her compare the temperature to her kitchen’s, on a baking day— like a friendly warmth instead of the inferno it always is.

Her footsteps are ushered as the heels of her moccasins rap against the laid out cream carpet in dull thuds, her breathing is in a frenzy too for, hundreds of thoughts swarm in her head at once.

Siena is cold to the bone despite striding across the blazing heat of the deep, dim chambers of the three elderly canonesses, at the convent. The canonesses— head nuns are rather reserved and hostile about their roles in the society.

Before the 17th century, such chambers were often considered clandestine— precisely, before the battle of Tuscany. The battle held a significant place in history, for how saint Marcus and his veterans fought and impeded entire Tuscany off of sanguinarians— a term used to describe vampires.

The rise and fall of the most fabled coven of vampires was inscribed in the olden scriptures and was forgotten to tell tales about wizards and curses as of the present. Siena had studied about them at school.

The mere image of the counts brings shivers down the woman’s spine and she shudders as she holds onto the letter and walks, toward the canonesses’ chambers.

It is dark when she arrives; gnarled trees hung low over the baronial church, creaking ominously in the howling winds. The heavy oak doors broke open, echoing around the empty church.

The moonlight shone through the heavily cracked stained-glass windows, casting an eerie glow onto the dusty alter. Thick cobwebs hung on every surface and her footsteps sounded deafening on the cold stone floor.

Two elder ladies sit perched on their carpeted thrones with their veils over their heads and backs turned toward Siena. They hold hands in a circle and mutter chants to themselves.

Siena’s eyes capture the silent movements of their fingers and the incessant nods of their heads. She gently walks— almost stalks, until one of the elder canonesses perk at her arrival and seek her to sit with them.

The chamber walls radiate off its warmth and the conversation is lulled as Siena breathes out her concerns with utter respect, her expression remains composed despite her rapid breathing.

The canonesses nod with eyes widened at the size of fire lanterns, their fingers tremble slightly in comprehension of the magnitude of issue that the young nun had brought to them.

In the next hour, right on the death of halloween, nuns and monks are summoned from the monastery and a ceremony is held right in their place to seek peace once again.

The seven Rouge sanguinarians, the fabled coven of vampires have returned to Volterra.

The four canonesses sit in a circle and one of them draws a circled figure at their center. The symbol seems ominous to Siena, it seems almost like a satanic pentagram. A silver crucifix is fixed right at the junction of the chalked lines and the series of chants begin.

For almost a quarter of a hour, Siena sits— rooted and in the careful look-out for queer changes in the surroundings. The next minute, one of the canonesses jerk as if she had felt a foreign presence and collapses on the canoness next to her.

The chamber queerly begins getting chilled as the chants get more louder in unison. Whooshing noises of the wind soon fills the chamber and an eerie figure settles through the open window, making Siena freeze, petrified.

At the end of the hallway stands a slender yet, robust, almost surreal, young-looking man sheathed in a heavy, scarlet cloak. His eyes are shut, as if he is in deep thought, and once they open, they make Siena jump out of her seat in fear.

Skin almost translucent, a bloodless hue, reminiscent of cave dwelling creatures that never saw the light of day, as pale as the living dead, as pale as a corpse. His bleached skin was as white as a sheet of paper next to the sleeve of the black woolen sweater, his orbs seemed bloodshot, yet, they held a life of their own like the burning rouge of a ruby.

“Third youngest of the Rouge”, Siena hears a canoness announce, the latter’s voice seems both startled and in disbelief.

“Ann. Fancy seeing you there, you seem older than in our last meeting, don’t you agree?”, the young count seethes and takes steps toward the eldest of all the canonesses.

Siena stares at the duo, perplexed. The two seem to know each other like old acquaintances yet, their eyes hold an unexpressed rage that she does not fathom.

“I am afraid greetings will have to wait, Park. You and your brothers must be well aware of the treaty you have broken.” Ann almost hisses, stepping in front of the rest as if she is unafraid to emphasize her point.

The ethereal man quirks an eyebrow at Ann’s actions in disapproval yet, curls one side of his mouth in a smirk, eyes reflecting a certain devilish glint.

“Ah. You accursed humans never seem to learn, do you? Fifty years ago, we made a pact. For our coven to never be disturbed by you humans, in exchange for us to move our grounds”, he accentuates the words and sets his eyes on Siena, making the latter freeze.

“Twenty years ago, there was a lovely young woman with round orbs and curves more enrapturing than the meanders of Tuscany’s hills”,

At the mention, something turns in the face of Ann as it hardens like wilted musk. Park further continues walking and retracing his steps, eyes glued shut and jaws clenched in raw rage.

“She was bonded to one of the youngest counts and the war—” he pauses in his steps with his sculpted back turned toward the canonesses, as he stares blankly ahead, grieved.

“The war, it killed her. She lost her life, she died in vain. She was destroyed by her own race. The pact was shattered broken at that moment, that moment when the light left her bewitching eyes.” he croaks a bit, shoulders slacking as if the memory was his venom.

“She was innocent yet, she was killed. By your people.”

There’s a shadow casted in the slender man’s eyes and it was quite clear. The rage for revenge that was cloaked in it.

Even whilst his back was turned, his head seemed calculative of the canonesses’ immediate response. Ofcourse, humans never seemed to learn.

Ann’s eyes reflect death and almost the next second, she strides forward with the silver crucifix in her hand and tosses it at the empty black space where Park stood, moments before.

The next second, a heavy, red, mushy liquid is splattered onto Siena’s face as she screams and crawls toward the exit, horrified for her life.

The canonesses’ throats had been cut and they lay like butchered animals in a waste of blood. One corpse had slipped from the low throne to the right of the door and lay staring up at her, the mouth open, the head almost cleft from the body. She saw again the severed vessels, sticking like corrugated pipes through the clotted blood. The second was propped, ungainly as a rag doll, against the far wall. Her head had drooped forward and over her chest a great mat of blood had spread like a bib.

Tuscany’s most esteemed dignitaries of the church society lay like ghoulish mannequins, the esophagus and arteries sticking out like so much corrugated and rubber tubing. The smell that vapoured from their bodies could only come from slaughtered animals.

Thick, warm blood crawled into Siena’s throat and clawed at her air sacs like muck. Spewing with every glance at the mass slaughter, she struggled to wipe away the splutters of blood stuck to her skin and crawled on her limbs not any different from a five-sensed mutt, heaving and croaking for mercy.

Her pleadings for mercy fell upon deaf ears. When the bone of her ankle was seized to pull her toward the ghoulish young count, Siena thought the night would take away the last of her breath.

Her jaws were clasped in the count’s fingers and her eyes were a hair away from the orbs of death. The young count was sheathed by the moonlight in a silvery halo.

Without the traces of blood on his mouth, skin resembling the late winter and rage on his sculpted visage as red as his name, anyone could mistake the monster to be an angel.

His temper was on a hair-trigger and his eyes were lethal.

“You will run to the town’s mayor. If you want your soul to be spared, you will run there and shout to those mucks that the Rouge have returned”, the count spewed venom with each word.

“You will throw this parchment on their faces and demand that they comply to every syllable that’s scribed in the sheet!” he speaks, spelling out thunder claps and boulders at the poor nun.

“If not, Tuscany will have every breathing and crawling creature slaughtered like its canonesses”. He warns and whooshes away like smoke— ungraspable by bare hands.

Even in the wintry morning when town folks discussed the daily’s headlines with an uneasy settlement in their guts, you pursued boiling tea and folding your blankets neatly, unmindful of their great fear.

The afternoon too was eerily quiet and folks everywhere preferred to speak in a whisper and contain themselves in their abode. It seemed rather dubious and as heedless as you were, you never perceived that your innocence would lead to your downfall.

The sun sank lower in the sky, draining away the golden hue of the warm and gave path to a velvety dark night. The same moment when the crickets came out to chirp, dusky colours subdued in the fading light as shrieks and collective roars were heard at the heart of the town.

You, along with some of your fellow nuns peaked at the commotion and threaded through the crowd that swarmed in front of the Mayor’s office. On the board was a derogatory notice. Although, the crumples and rusty stains gave away the fact that the notice wasn’t pinned by the authorities. Its calligraphy looked eerily familiar to you.

“Tunic as red as our coven’s name, skin shining like beacon, tresses sheeny and burnished, eyes like the forest floor and gentle flowers with mirth, feminine curves softer and untouched like a laden bush of peony,”

The fear is a weight on the Mayor’s ribs and there exists a dull ache in his eyes, an unwillingness for his mouth to lift past neutral, to charge against but, words are lost in the hollow of his throat. Fear stills his lips as he pursues it to read out the rest.

“—The young vestal nun with a name that echoes across valleys of Tuscany, the one who dwells in the only fern-coated cottage near the gates of the lush forest.

Bring her to the place where human ritual pyres blaze, those who dare do otherwise, prepare to meet death as painful as a swine’s.

Against you rise, prepare to pay a deathly price.” he ends and mutters hurriedly in the commissioner’s ear and you notice the skeleton of his wrinkled fingers tremble at the slightest.

There’s a hushed eruption of conversations that bubbles ever so slowly amongst the townfolk at the astonishing notice and you freeze, petrified when eyes stray toward you, almost accusingly. You realise, with horror, they’ve recognised the vestal nun in the description.

You breathe heavily and your gut begins to twist into an uneasy coil when the commissioner’s fingers point directly at you.

Your desire to evaporate heedily rushes into your mind and something akin to being a criminal overwhelms you. When you step away to sprint far, you are seized by heavy men as they haul you off the earth by your limbs.

The thousand pair of ears at the town’s center fall deaf to your scattered pleadings— screams. Heartlessly, they drag you to the threads of your last few breaths and you helplessly submit, falling prey to your fatigue from the endless stream of tears that races down your rosy cheeks.

Your wails are unheard as the elder women of your town shield you from the public view, sit you in a warm creek and wash you in the clear stream, no different from a creature to be sacrificed for their religious rituals.

You croak out the last of your pleadings before the sun sets, and the women only watch you with nothing more than pity in their eyes.

Their hands are hurried as they strip you and dress you in the most rouge of all cloaks in the town, steam your hair dry, stain your lips with sliced beet, trace the lines where your lashes lie with charcoal.

Other than the sizzling charcoal that dries your tresses and your dull sobs, the creek is silent even as the herd of women stand together.

When you are sat and tied to the sacrifice stone, you shriek with more violence than gales. The ties that bound your limbs to the stone would not come loose at the desolate way you cried.

You sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until your throat closed on itself and you felt the heaviness on your eyelids. Fatigue beckoned you and you obeyed, submitting to it unconsciously.

The stillness of the air seemed to suck even the sound of the chain’s clanks when you moved your limbs into the nothingness of the cave. Even the trees seemed not to rustle as if they were tense with nerves for what was to come.

You jostled awake when the trees rustled and a strong wind blew from nowhere, chains rattling at your limbs’ sudden motion.

Trees stood naked as they had before, but their twigs curled in a distorted way, as if the tree itself screamed in pain.

The sky was a mass of grey cloud, again so ordinary for autumn, but instead of letting small shafts of light through they emitted an ethereal glow.

The wind was just as bitter as before, coming straight from the north, but the scent was something else, metallic almost, with a tinge of acrid burning.

The fire that kept you warm flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the tunnel, causing shivers to ripple across your body. You drag your legs across the surface of the sacrifice stone, gathering yourself into a ball.

Wind streams through the tunnel, waking the bats in the cave, twirling them in the air, only to drop them off into the void. All signs of life vanish from the tunnels that were once so full of warmth and the fire becomes extinguished.

You peer as you stare at the mangled stone beneath you.

A heinous laugh echoes throughout the tunnel, rebounding off the crumpled walls, and you crawl closer to the wall in sorrow. Like the cave, your soul is too abandoned and then all fades to black.

You shut your eyes and sit, quivering in fright as footsteps echoed menacingly. There was a hoarse breathing heard dully and you began to hear your own whimpers.

At an unexpected chime of the hour, through the empty night, a gentle voice calls out your name.

Your arms tighten around your body and the curtain of your hair falls around your face, shielding your view of the silhouette growing in front of you.

“Tuscany’s most loveliest lily”, the voice shallows into a soothing whisper and a woody fragrance tickles your nostrils. Your mind ticks at the familiar syllables uttered out and something blossoms in you besides fear, your features contour into slight puzzlement.

“I climb so high, lost in the sensation, I succumb to the scent of the stream that runs in your veins”, you listen more closely.

“I cry out in pleasure, my body on fire, I cling to your scent, hunger feeding my desire”, by then, you are sure of the stanza. It was what licked your insides, it was what beckoned you to sin. The lines were your admirer’s.

Then, it pauses.

The voice is gone, so is the scent. You push your tresses off your eyes and cautiously look in the dead of the night that seemed alive a few moments prior.

Something creeks and rustles at the faintest— right behind your neck, causing its hair to stand. There’s something behind you. Or rather, someone.

Your eyes shut at the feeling of a cold breath tickling the locks of your hair. When a thick strand is pulled and a deep inhale is heard, you whip to find only emptiness.

There’s a few moments of listening to only your anxious breath and thuds of your breathing heart before a fine piece of silk is wrapped around your eyes.

You let out a startled scream at the sudden hindrance of your sight and the feeling of a glacial pair of brawny arms sheathing around your waist. A set of black dots disperse in your vision and your mind is lulled by a hushed, smooth voice into your ear.

“Found you, my little fawn”.

You regain consciousness in a dimly lit room, on a lush, oak-coloured duvet. With the movement of one leg the tell-tale clink of wine bottles rouses you and one blink of the eye tells you that your head is just as bad. You squint, dry mouth sticky with thick saliva and your legs are immediately pulled to your chest at the queer recognition of the place.

You feel as though you have lived a very long time in this colossal manor.

The Manor grew out of the manicured lawn like an infant castle. It’s nascent stone walls were a pale grey and were barren of the moss or ivy that clung to the walls of the older homes in the village. Its large oak door was double wide and was sheltered under a wide porch supported by stone pillars. The entry way was grandiose, sweeping into a wide circle in front of the dwelling with an ornate fountain in the center.

As seconds advance, your mind harks back to unfamiliar images in the same space— a young woman in an elegant frock chortling as she gets chased by a burly yet, slender man who looked youthful as well.

His laboriously chiseled face, cheekbones that had near pierced his flesh had led to sunken eyes, puddles of avarice set about them.

Dark hair covering his head, long and fragrant with rose thorns.His chin, one such extremity which sought to put his cheekbones to shame, it succeeded in its purchase to pierce its own flesh. A small scab could be seen about it’s exit, to which his hand tended to itch.

A thick, velvety cape traces his sturdy steps— chasing after the woman and you gasp when her face comes into your sight.

It is you.

Only, more alluring in the gown that hugs your— her curves. Her laugh is unceasing and sultry mostly, seductive.

Your eyes dilate when you see her unhitch the ties holding her robe to her curves and like a vixen, she steps out of it, lying back on the duvet, beckoning for the ethereal man to her.

He seemed ravenous, his irises iridescent as they turn from raven to crimson at the sight of the slick between her legs.

She seemed brazen, like a cur in heat, in need of flesh when she crawled upon the alluring man, rolling her hips into the air provocatively, she caused the balls of the man to get filled, none similar to your dainty facet.

She takes his girth into her lips, making the count seethe in pleasure, her tongue wrapping around its head, she makes him bellow like a buzzard when she takes him deep into her throat and teases his balls.

He looks feasted, satiated beyond syllables when she licks every inch of his hard wood and takes him to a state of druken stupor.

Your breathing comes out in strained huffs as you watch him take her— you as he presses his lips against her skin and utters words that make her keen and bawl in pleasure.

You watch as their naked flesh twist gracefully into one and something else begins to unravel in your memories.

Where there should be blank space is blank memories, like a soft beige wall bereft of photographs. It brushes through the subconscious, recalling memories that bring out the deepest spark of nostalgia of the soul.

You recall every single one of it, your eyes shut intuitively and you sink into a rather familiar abyss of lost memories. In it, you hold hands with the same man who appeared moments prior. Only now, you know his name.

The one who loved you past all the years that went like streams to the sea, in all your lives as a mortal.

“Soft. Your hands. Soft and warm - on my face, on my chest, in my dreams, in the umbrella of dawn, under the first streams of morning light. Your hands in the pitch black of night, muscles and tendons dancing between each other in a lover’s dance. Fingertips like matches grazing my skin with flame, our scars being the measure of our love. I bare my scars, because I remember the time when your flame danced on me forever, before your hands turned to ice.”

All of your admirer’s words make sense to you. The lost passion, the lost memories, the lost life of yours as the light left your eyes when humans attacked the manor you had peacefully lived in.

There was a deep cut in the skin of your neck from the shattered pieces of glass and a heavy cry escapes the throat of the man at the dreadful sight— you, on the Jimin’s thighs, in his arms as he cried for you to not leave him.

You had smiled and reached your hand to his cheeks, engulfed his lips in one last passionate kiss before your eyes shut on its own, soul departing your frail body.

You see him, your past lover begging for you to return, you see his brothers lifting you into your grave.

Shudders rack your body and your cheeks are wet when you open your eyes to the present, to find the shadowy, familiar presence sitting right across you, his arms prop his chin upright and his eyes drink you in.

Jimin steps from the shadows, stealing your breath and the heat from your skin. Suddenly your defences are just paper, paper that is being soaked by the rapidly falling briny drops.

Before you can draw in the air your body needs, you have melted into his form. You feel his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands fold around your back, drawing you in closer.

You feel your body shake, crying for the missed time the two of you will never make again, crying to release the woe of long years in separation.

He caresses your cheeks and wipes the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than your heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he cannot quite fathom you are not part of an almost forgotten dream.

When he kisses you, it is sweet, gentle, and it tastes of your tears. You want to speak but all you can do is croak,

“Jimin”.

His mouth paints a soft smile and he kissed you once before folding you in his arms again.

“My beautiful peony, my little fawn, my love, my heart, my entire world. It was never your fault”, he mutters and you keen closer to him, pulling his mouth to yours once again. You close your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue twisting with yours and your knees lose strength, sending you spiralling into his arms.

“Oh, how I missed having you close to me, seeing yet, not being able to ravish is a curse” he whispers and you feel the heat pooling in your core when he noses at your jugular and inhales your scent.

“The scent of your blood remains heavenly through the ages” he sings, arms digging further into the curve of your waist.

“And this musky arousal—”

You gasp when you feel the tips of his nimble fingers brush the crotch of your undergarment, relishing in the heat of your wetness.

“This time, I’ll have you breathing for eternity, little fawn. I’ll turn you into what I am”. He declares with a stern voice, consuming the breaths that escape your lungs.

When you stare into his crimson irises, you pray for his touch, beg for what he promises. “Claim me, my lord. I’ll spend an eternity in your arms. Touch me, make me yours”.

Surely, it would be yes. The count was a notorious rake and libertine. He was called a thorough and absolute rouge, true to his name. How could he possibly turn down the chance to debauch the most delicious little fawn tempting him to revel in her taste?

With one kiss, Jimin swooped you off the floor and completely into his arms, transporting back to the cave you were sacrificed in.

He had planned for the entire town to hear your wails of pleasure. When you felt and heard the rattling of chains around your limbs, you shrieked, startled.

“No need to be afraid, my lovely fawn. I only wish to show these mongrels who you belong to”. Jimin expounds, making your core clench in need.

“Touch me, my lord” you scrounged like a fox, coaxing the ravished count with the tantalizing motions of your hips.

“Disrobe for me, little fawn. Take that sheer robe off, I want your naked flesh”, Jimin snarls and his mouth waters when your dainty fingers scramble to untie your gown. You sputter, your cheeks flush a vivid red at his grimy words.

Fear. Nerves. And illicit, forbidden, wrong physical desire. You felt it all at once.

Jimin bent to you and pressed his lips to your neck. The oddest jolt of fire leapt from there. It rushed through your veins like flames licking at the sky.

His hair tickled the bones of your cheek as he stroked and hollowed his mouth along your throat and reached the rim of your ear. He brushed back your hair. Surprisingly, his breath was cool. Almost icy. You had heard women speak of men blowing their breath by their ears—something that hadn’t sounded at all enticing—but the maids had described warm breath. Jimin’s breath was cold.

Still, the brush of it did feel surprisingly … good.

He nibbled your ear, making shivers tumble down your spine. He stroked the exposed skin at your collarbones. Goodness, how could it feel so hot—like a candle’s flame flickering close to your skin?

He tugged your cowering hands away to expose the swell of your breasts. His body tightened with arousal at the sight of your full, generous curves, erection bucking against his stomach.

Pushing you on the boulder, he ravaged your mouth, letting his hands venture down to the cleft of your arse. You bucked at the foreign feeling, gasping at the feeling of his tongue suckling the soft flesh of your lips into his mouth. His tongue curls around yours and he suckles it too, making you melt into a puddle in his full hold.

His mouth traces your throat and when it ghosts over the curve of your breasts, you shudder and your skin breaks into goosebumps.

He suckled. God, you were delicious. And you were moving beneath him. You arched to press your breast to his mouth.

Your scent reached his nose. And, he was lost. Lost in want. He rolled over you, coaxed your legs apart with his, and settled between, caressing your sweet cunny all the while. You gasped at the feeling of his thumb rolling your pearl and whimpered when his middle finger found your entrance, dipping to revel in your slick insides.

Oh goodness, he had flicked that most sensitive place—the little bump that lay between your nether lips, and you almost rolled her eyes back into your head at the pleasure.

Your hips arched up. He stroked you a little harder, as if he had known the rocking of your hips was a wordless signal that meant: I am begging you for more.

Then he slid his finger inside you. Between your nether lips, parting them gently. Goodness, he was inside you. You were doing the most intimate thing possible. With the man who remained an enigmatic admirer in your mind until the touch of his fingers tainted your soul, with the man who held your heart for eternity.

“Open your eyes.”

The first things you saw were thick, velvet-soft black lashes and gorgeous crimson eyes. Eyes that glittered at you in the firelight. “I want your eyes on me” he ordered huskily.

Then his finger slid deep inside, and you gasped at the sudden sensation—an intense quiver that rushed through you. You heard a shocking wet, sucking sound as his finger thrust in and out. It was the sound of your arousal.

“Let your moans out, little fawn. I wish to hear your sweet voice” he coaxed.

Biting your lower lip, you whimpered. You didn’t want to speak. The pleasure his wizardry brought was fervent, it felt foreign yet, acutely compelling and delicious. It made you drool, you needed him, flesh, bone, heart, soul.

His hand moved and he stopped stroking the little nub that vibrated with such intense feeling. You gasped in frustration.

He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his erection—you could feel the brush of his fingers against your stomach as he took hold of himself. Then, with his hand tight around it, he stroked the head of his erection against your nether lips. They had stuck together, resisting him, but he gently eased them apart.

Your arms were splayed on the mangled boulder beneath you and your eyes appeared to have gotten a taste of heaven, hands clenched in tight fists, toes curled and digging into Jimin’s hips at his ease into you.

Deeper he went, and his manhood stroked a place inside you that made explosions of light in front of your eyes. Then a twinge of pain rushed through you and you gasped in shock.

His fingers traced the curve of your cheek. “Shh, my fawn” he whispered. “Easy. It will hurt when I go past your little maidenhead. But after that it will be very, very good.”

“Jimin—”

He thrust. You squealed. You clenched. You tightened. You wanted to back away. But you couldn’t vanish into the boulder. Nor could you push him off. There was a searing pain that burned the walls of your insides yet, the delicious stretch of his girth brushed the softest tissue that made your mouth open wide, soundlessly and expose your luscious throat for his mouth to marr.

Jimin’s lips suckled every inch the clammy flesh of your shoulders and breasts— until lilac bruises respired in its wake. The perked peaks of your breasts were soft and toothsome in his mouth. And the tiny heels of your palms digging into his chest felt euphoric, he wished for it to caress his veiny member instead.

His nose nudged into your sternum, imbibed the scent of rushing blood to your breasts. His eyes shut as he sniffed deeply, his fangs grew in length and a gravelly groan rumbled from his chest at the redolent aroma of your blood.

“You feel warm and soft, my delicious little fawn. I could forever inhale this toothsome stream running through your veins”.

Without stalling, Jimin enveloped the teat of your breast into his mouth and laved, before piercing his honed fangs into the soft flesh, guzzling at the divine, rouge liquid that leaked onto his pearly teeth and sharp tongue, making you hiss at the feeling.

The feeling was gut-wrenching at the onset, it made you scream into Jimin’s shoulders.

He pressed against you, seating himself all the way inside, and he didn’t move. He stayed motionless, and he rained kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips. It was hard to feel pain with such glorious kisses stealing your breath. And little by little, the stinging sensation ebbed.

A few moments of incessant suckling and your strained huffs at the strokes of his tongue on your tormented peak unfolded a queer pleasure, obscure to be produced by human males.

Soon, each suckle and lave from Jimin’s mouth pulled you to the white, hazed edge of pleasure and you cried out in ecstasy. Your cheeks were riddled hot, body spasmodic, in graceful waves as you began to roll your hips.

You whispered, “More”, Then you saw his sculpted visage.

He looked starved, ravenous. He looked raw, ravaged, tormented. His eyes were wild. His mouth was a slash, bracketed by harsh lines. He looked as though his control could snap in a heartbeat.

“My lord?” you called for him.

“You are tight, sweet, and perfect, my fawn. So no, I am no longer all right.”

You let your arms slip from his neck, but your legs were still wrapped around him, and his groin, hot and hard, was pressed tight into you. Then came the gratifying wave of pleasure as Jimin rolled his hips into yours, his girth slipping in and out of you, wholly, fulfillingly.

Gods, he was huge. The thick, hot, pulsing hard muscle of his legs throbbed against your thigh. His big manhood twitched inside you— feeling as thick as your arm. He groaned, kissing you fiercely as he moved his hips and nudged his swollen head further inside, almost into your cervix. You cried out, feeling it pulsing into your drooling slit.

With a moan into his lips, you strained your thighs and allowed him to pound in and out of you, the thick, slick shaft of his cock sliding wetly out from between your lips as you groaned throatily.

“Have a screaming orgasm, little fawn.”

He circled his hips as he said it, stroking his long shaft within you. He planted one sweet, sensual kiss after another on your lips, and kept your gaze locked with his.

You watched a smile touch Jimin’s full, handsome mouth. Then groans deepened the lines framing his lips. His eyes glowed as if they were on fire, and his deep, throaty moans … You drink all of them.

You were weak with pleasure, yet driven to rock with him. You clung to him, arching your hips, panting. Your nipples had hardened, and each thrust brushed them against his chest. Lips tingling from kisses, breasts throbbing from swift brushes, your quim pulsed … and fire raged in you, hotter than fire and you screamed as you came, body spasmodic.

He held you as his lips slurped at the slop of blood from the punctured marks on the peaks of your breasts.

It is when he pulls out of your body, he turns. This time, his eyes travel below your navel and licks at your core. There’s a thin stream of his release that flows from within you and there is a whit of warmth that seeps along with it, making his stomach clench with carnal hunger.

Carnal lechery for your blood and the musk of your release, it blows like a breeze over him.

Your fragrance consisted of a scent that represented freshly cut timber, like the damp forest after a rainy day; you smelt heavenly, like fresh-scented pine and honey, he wanted to indulge in the depths of the hint of cinnamon-like musk it produced.

It is the blood that reflected your lost virginity, your lost innocence. You are no more vestal, he has made you sin.

In the depths of night, your eyes were dew, scattering the nascent rays, ever illuminating the dark in his soul and he lusted vigorously for the taste of you, to let him be consumed by everything you offer to give him.

And so, he chains your limbs again, and blinds your vision for the nonce, for your senses to get heightened, for your slick to stream like nectar from ambrosia.

You gasp quietly at the impairment of your vision.

His fingers pluck a pair of pampas grass fluttering in the wind and when you feel it caress the tiny puncture holes at your sensitive nipples, you whimper, your slick caressing Jimin’s chest.

His lips find purchase at your inner thighs, fangs shallowly sinking into the soft flesh. The feeling makes your toes curl and you croak his name out in pure bliss.

“How delicious, your scent is divine, my fawn” he growls and pulls your core to his nose with vigour while you attempt to slither away, shyly.

“Trying to escape my grasp is useless, little fawn” he warns, making you cry out at the feeling of his arctic breaths blowing over your sensitive core.

“I’ll catch you faster than the wind could sheath around you” he gutturally breathes and spreads you beneath him, holding your soft thighs in his metal hold.

He moved lower, his breath teasing over your thigh. And then, you felt it, and the moan of pure ecstasy tore from your lips.

Jimin’s hot, wet tongue delved between your lips, dragging slowly and wetly up every bit of you until it flicked across your aching clit. You moaned in pleasure, crying out as his powerful hands pushed your legs wide apart and his wicked tongue pushed deep between them.

With a moan, your eyes flew open to see his face hovering above your delicate and exposed core. His eyes glinted wickedly at you, and you watched, panting in pleasure as he slowly licked his lips clean.

“Like nectar,” he growled. “Lie back, little fawn. Lie back and let me taste you.”

He moved back in, and suddenly, you moaned loudly. The feeling was like nothing else you had ever felt — this perfect, electric feeling of his icy tongue teased over your lips and clit. His wide, strong tongue dragged up and down your pussy, making your whole body arch and tremble for him. You balled your fists and cried out into the flickering firelight of the cave.

He slid his tongue deep inside, spreading your lips with his fingers, dragging your sticky wetness up from your opening to slide electrically across your aching clit. You arched my back and cried out as his tongue made contact there. It curled at your bud, bringing whimpering mewling sounds to your lips before sliding down through your folds again. You stiffened, and then moaned as you felt that hot, wet tongue slide wickedly against the opening of your arse, making you gasp as it slid over the sensitive ring there.

You couldn’t believe the sensations flooding your body at the touch of this rough, powerful, demanding, gorgeous man — from the rouge who was gentle to a creature with hound-like   lust for your dripping arousal and blood.

His tongue pushed against your opening, pushing in to curl sensually inside of you. His thumb moved to your clit, his growl rumbling through me as he teased your little bud and tongue-fucked your slippery core, making you clench and arch your back off the stone under you.

You screamed as the orgasm exploded through you, hips bucking against Jimin’s perfect mouth. Your core clenched at the invading tongue, spasming around its thick wetness while the orgasm ripped through me. The famished count hungrily growled and pushed his tongue deep inside, tasting all of your virginal blood as the aftershocks exploded through you.

Slowly, he pulled away, his lips trailing over the little seam of your inner thigh as your whole world spun under you.

The feathery leaves of the pampas grass caressed the seams following his mouth and you felt his arms lifting you onto his lap, straddling him. He gently entered you again, mouth tracing the prominent vein at your jugular, tongue teasing it.

You shook and rippled around his thick wood, chains rattling loudly as you bite at every inch of his skin that your mouth could reach.

“I am going to turn you, my sweet fawn. Tonight is perfect, the moon is hidden and the branches sing for us. Let it all out, scream my name” they are incessant breaths against your jugular and you clench around him, hearing him cry out his devotion for you.

“I am ready, my lord. Turn me, I— I belong to you!” you cry out as the tip of his girth brushes your most sensitive spot.

Then the whooshing wind caresses your bare bodies, you feel the chains loosen and fall to the ground while Jimin embraces your shaking body entirely, increasing the pace of his inhuman thrusts.

His mouth takes yours and swallows your pleasured pants, yours tongue mulls his own when he feels your fingers thread through his soft locks and dig into his scalp. His hold on your hips are deathly and when he feels you clench and pant harder, he bites into the inside of his cheeks, closing his eyes as his blood trickles from his mouth, into yours.

Your throat closes at the repulsive, metallic taste and you gag, making Jimin tighten his hold on you. He twists your tongues together and urges you on, making you swallow down the thick drops of his blood.

When you feel his member caressing that sensitive spot of your insides once again, you gulp faster and Jimin smiles blissfully into your mouth as his tongue traces the sharp lines of your protruding canines, they course rapidly into pointy knives and he relishes in the sharpness of your fangs, tongue drinking your breaths in.

There’s an ethereal glow of light sheathing around the two of you. For a nonce, the bright, golden-silvery stratum panelling over you in particular makes the deep, dark abyss of the night seem like day. The round curves of your orbs sparkle an aurish dust and makes you look more beguiling than any other supernatural power to ever exist.

Jimin feels the illuminance and shuts his eyes in ecstasy for the warm streams of your blood chills into familiar ice, the same temperature as his. Your thrusts are gentled and you cry out in a new found lust for Jimin’s blood.

He can feel the urgency in your gulps as you grow more hungry for blood, his blood. He shudders when you sink onto him again, tilting his head to pierce your fangs into his throat.

He groans at the pleasurable feeling of your mouth gulping his blood hungrily and he forces you to pause, for his eyes to drink in the birth of your vampiric form.

The moment you open your eyes and stare into his, his breath catches.

Your orbs are a beautiful, fierce topaz-crimson and there is a bleached tone added to the luscious sheen of your skin, when you lick the drops of his blood from your lips, exposing the knives of your fangs, he feels the carnal lechery for you boil in his heart and stir at his manhood.

You are fully turned, looking like the goddess of death herself, veiled in an ethereal halo in the deep, dark, inked night.

His eyes drink your appearance ravenously and he concludes. Carnal lechery for you, that’s what possessed him all those years ago, that’s what drives him to sink his fangs into your flesh and drink your sweet blood over and over.

You are turned and you are eternally bonded to him, there’ll be no mongrel mortal in this universe to take you away from him.

Autumn days wane toward the inevitable colder weather ahead, each nightfall coming sooner that the one before.

Seven days were gone ever since you were welcomed and brought to the Rouge’s dwelling, the rocky fort miles away from your grim, little mossy town.

Topaz leaves dangled from the shadowy skeletons of trees, each one like as ominous sword of Damocles. The river was almost ice, showing reflections of the heavy, ashy sky so thick. The chill breeze rattling at the closed windows of the fort seemed to cry autumn, the roads were moist with stealthy dew as the season deepens their graceful boughs will be the prettiest of charcoal sketches, drawing themselves tall, reflecting the light of a wintry sun.

You are huddled in the silky red sheets of Jimin’s large duvety mattress, the lines of your naked legs traced by the sheets. You lie fatigued after a thorough session of lovemaking with your mate while he wordlessly caresses your hair, eyeing your curves, breathing the essence of your hair as he licks the remains of your dried blood from your breasts.

The sudden slam of the door came like a punctuation. There were panicked calls all around in the veranda and one of the maids peek their head through the door to the master chamber, her chest rising and falling in urgency.

“Forgive me for barging in, master and mistress”, she breathlessly bows, making you both rise, startled. You scatter to cover your body with the sheets while Jimin groans and ties his night robes to shield his body.

“Master, we seem to have an intruder. The other masters summoned you to the court immediately”, she keeps her eyes low and Jimin barks at her.

“How would we have an intruder? This fort is well protected!” he grunts and turns to you, placing a soft kiss on your lips as you eye the maid scurrying away, bowed.

“I’ll be right back, my love. You might as well get dressed".

You smile and pull on your silky night robes to your body, mindlessly staring at the creaking trees in the wind while Jimin marches to the veranda, his booming commands slowly ebbing away.

For a few ticks of chime, you hear nothing but the rustling leaves, sparrows chirping at a distance and the echoes of voices downstairs. When the door to the chamber you lie in opens on the spur of the serene moment, you fall back and onto your elbows, on the cottony patchwork of the carpeted floor.

A loud gasp knocks your lungs at the sight of the familiar fern-eyed, thick woman looming over you, offering her hand.

Siena. She is puffing out harsh breaths and her legs tremble, hasten. She seems too afraid as her eyes cavort to the door in trepidation and you realise, she is the intruder.

“Y/N! Y/N. You should listen to me, you should run away, the one you are with is a monster!” she hastily whispers, gripping at your arm.

You yawp at her gnawing grip and attempt to pull your arm to yourself and grit your teeth. At the sight of your crimson eyes, Siena’s hold gets loosened.

“H—he turned you, didn’t he?” she utters in shock, something in her eyes clutches at her back again and she pleads you again. You sigh and move to the chamber’s doors, pulling the latch to lock and you turn to face her.

“I am sorry sister Siena, but I must ask you to leave. History does not tell the truth. The Rouge were innocent, it was the people who broke the treaty”.

You eye her pitifully. She had come all the way for vain.

“Jimin is by nature of laws, my soulmate. I cannot live apart from him, I am no longer one of the mortals”. You proclaim, clasping your fingers together.

“Now, please leave—”

“I am afraid you do not know everything” mumbles Siena quietly, her olive eyes swimming in a stream of exigency, her limbs still tremble.

“Who has Park claimed to have murdered you in the past, Y/N?”

The will to not let her affect your resolution faintly faltered at the sight of her tenacity, she shakes similar to a leaf jostled by storm gales yet, her eyes remain adamant.

“Tell me, please”, she begs to the extremity of crumbling, her orbs trembling just as much as her limbs do.

You release the air from your lungs and mutter softly— “Humans. The ancestors of our town. I saw it, the evocation of my past self, I was killed by the town folks”.

Siena shook her head, her face contouring into a brew of disdain as well as pity, you were almost uncertain if it was aimed towards you.

The whooshing gales and Siena’s voice seem the same when she mutters out what earth had not devised itself ready to hear.

“No, my dear. It was not the town folks who had killed you, it was the very man you share this bed with, the most conniving, astute count amongst his brothers— Park Jimin of the Rouge!”

And in that light the carpet of leaves became crooked, and all aurish colours vanished, the wind tumbling around the empty space. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest and your face morphed into one of disdain, you were abhorred yet, shattered to the ground like the dry twigs stepped on by passing carts.

You knew nuns took an oath to preserve and authentic despite the unembellished life they lead because you were one too. Siena was not lying, every single word of hers proves to be true only by the contours of concern etched on her face.

“H-how? I—” you flounder like a fish taken out of the pond.

Siena sighs dismally. “When I went to the elder canonesses on halloween night, the eldest of them apprised a hidden tale of a young town girl and her lover— Hyun woo whose throats were silt by the third youngest of the Rouge”,

“Only sister Ann knew the story behind it”. You listened carefully, feeling prostrated mercilessly.

“Park Jimin had found his consort and by the scent of her blood, he knew she was destined to be bonded to him by nature’s law. But, she was irrevocably in love with another mortal to whom she had been having love affairs with, even as she was taken against her will to the Rouge fort”,

“An infuriated Park had butchered the young woman’s lover in front of her whilst the woman pleaded and cried for the man’s life. As days passed, Jimin’s consort became coldly vacant in grief",

You were turned into stone at her words.

“She had ultimately repudiated to consummate their bond. The same night when Jimin had killed her to erase the memories of her lover, the town folks declared a war to avenge Hyun woo and rescue the young woman. Park Jimin had promulgated to his brothers that the woman was killed by humans, he must have recast your past self’s memories, Y/N! He is not the gentle lover you loyally surmise him to be!”

One time when you were blind in a tree, waiting motionless for wind to wander by, you dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on your back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from your lungs, and you lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.

That was how you felt at the moment, your ribs felt crushed into a mere refuse, fear and disgust of your past killer’s touch burned everywhere, the faded puncture marks on the peaks of your breasts, thighs, neck, shoulders felt as if touched by the flicks of flame, you felt abhorred.

Even the loud rap of knocks and thuds on the door to the chambers were heard, you were frozen into ice. Eyes teary, vision blurred, you fell to the ground, crestfallen.

Siena shakes you harder in panic at the sight of the door’s latch rattling violently, the sundry of voices with Jimin’s voice rack unpleasant shudders through her spine as she attempts to resuscitate you to the present.

A single squawk like a squall causes the doors to shatter as if hurled to the ground by a tempest. Park Jimin stands sited at the other side. There is not a sliver of a plinth to hold his rage in place, he looks irked to the brim of extremes.

“Seize her!” he barks and by the tick of a second, Siena is hefted into the air by a couple guards, their grasps cause her to bawl in pain.

“Y/N! My dear, what did she do to you?“ Jimin’s voice is mellowy as he gathers you into his arms, perusing your form thoroughly.

Like the mountain river under sunlight, like snow melting under the beaming sunlight, like the gentle song of the topaz leaves swaying in the autumn breeze, his voice was pleasant as beautiful as his perfectly sculpted face.

You shake away weakly from his grasp and his face withers, twinging a deep cut into your heart.

“You cold-blooded murderer, let her free”. You mutter, abhorred and stare at him, as empty as the ocean at night.

Jimin peruses Siena and you wordlessly, taken aback by your sudden disgust. When you see his head lift and lips curl to one side, you see the once loving mate of yours turn into the callous, blood-thirsty hound of a creature that slaughtered so many lives for its own illiberal gain.

“I see my little fawn has discovered the truth”, he heinously chuckles, making you swallow down in utter disgust.

“It was worth the effort, was it not?” he perches himself on his lush seater loftily, a wicked grin stretches his lips at Siena’s struggles.

“Now that I have the maiden of my dreams to myself”, he wickedly whispers, his sharp eyes travel down your body as he slips his lower lip into his mouth.

“I can debauch her to my heart’s content” his eyes are demanding as they meet yours, his slender fingers tipping against the mahogany handle of his seater.

“What causes you to think I would submit to you?” you spew the words like venom as the haughty count feigns hurt, crumbling to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, Jimin whooshes at an inhuman pace across the chamber to you, gripping your jaws tight from the behind as he has his own clenched. Your wrists are pressed together at your back and he presses his chest to your back.

You attempt to wriggle away at the bulge pressing into the cleft of your arse and you screech at his hold.

“What can be done by a little fawn like you, against me? There is a reason why I did not wait even for an hour to turn you that night”. He lilts mockingly, lips brushing the lobe of your ear.

“Oh, little fawn. I had become the master of your body, soul and mind duly after turning you. Every single thought that runs in this little head, I can hear it”. He declares, arms slithering around your body in a vice-like grip.

“After decades of longing, I finally had you. Would I not have prepared for the same mistake to never occur again?” he presses his nose to your jugular, breathing your scent. It makes him roll his eyes in pleasure as the heavenly scent tickles his lungs.

Your fighting limbs fall limp as his fangs pierces the skin of your jugular, taking little gulps of your sweet blood.

Siena screams as she realises the actions performed on you by the count. She seethes and cusses, fighting against the guards’ hold on her.

“Forget everything that makes me bad in your eyes, little fawn”,  Jimin whispers pleasantly, making you fall into a lull of sleep with a soft hum.

“Only I am your love, only I am your lord, no other mongrel of a mortal owns you, forget it all, my one and only little fawn”, he sings soothingly, lifting you in his arms more delicate than a priceless treasure, cooing in adoration at the sight of your angelic face in peace and parted lips, memories flitting you away from him washed away profoundly.

In the course of a mo, Siena’s head is snapped and the poor nun’s body is embedded into the fertile earth heedlessly.

A famished count with an endless carnal lechery presses a soft kiss to your lips and envelopes you in a lover’s embrace, waiting for your eyes to open and say his name sweetly, oblivious to events that have unfolded a very few chimes ago.

Carnal lechery, it was what possessed him to possess you.

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Two- Witchy Woman

Disclaimer: I do not know much about witchcraft or anything associated with it besides the few tv shows and movies I have seen. If I have gotten anything wrong or mixed up, please feel free to let me know. I want to get as much right as I can as I have done some research, but I know I do not know a lot.

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I bite at my thumb pad as I look my dilemma in the eye and time is running out. Rowan will be here soon, and after making the last clean up check, I decide that my bleached tee isn’t good enough for the small study session. Two button up shirts lay on my bed, covering the blue plaid quilt my mum bought me when I first moved out- she cried as she pressed the nonexistent wrinkles out of the thick fabric with her hands, tucking the corners neatly under the mattress. My eyes divert between the two. They’re the same, in reality, just inverted colors of the other. The white droplets on the black silk. The black droplets on the white silk. I walk over to my top drawer and search for the matching neck scarf that I insisted on buying, giving my older sister another reason to roll her eyes at me. I hear a sudden knock on my front door and in haste, I pull out my answer to my dilemma.

“Coming,” I call out, buttoning the white droplet shirt. I ruffle my long curly hair before rushing to the front door, my shirt half-buttoned.

I turn the knob, holding my breath as I watch Rowan come into view. Her hair is pulled into a neat ponytail hoisted high on her head and she’s wearing a black graphic tee that her sleeves rolled up. “Hi,” my voice croaks as she stands outside my flat door with her backpack on her shoulders. The black velvet chicken lays across her throat as it tighter as she smiles softly at me with her mouth parts slowly.

“Hi.” My hand grips the brass knob tightly as I lean against the wooden door, crossing my legs in front of one another. I become all too aware of how long I look at Rowan, drinking in her brown eyes and drowning in her glowing skin. I want to stare at her all day- she could be doing nothing and I would be intrigued.

“Can I come in or are we studying out here?” She cocks her brow up at me, a sly smile forming on her mouth before I push the door open completely forgetting the reason she came here for.

“Oh, erm, yeah,” I rub the nape of my neck, embarrassed as I motion her through the doorway. She walks past me, her shoulder brushing my chest, and I smell the sweet scent of flowers. “How are you?” I close the door and follow her into my living room. It’s small, with only a couch, television and its stand and small coffee table in between the two, but it’s one of my favorite places in the flat. She sits down on the cream leather couch and begins to dig through her bag.

“I’m fine,” she says as she pulls out two copies of The Tempest. “Didn’t know if you had a copy so I grabbed one from the store. If that’s okay?” She hands me the red used book, corners of the pages slightly torn from the previous owners’ use. I suddenly feel warm as I stand in the room, all too aware of my looming presence. I sit down beside her, looking over the book before realizing that my own book is in my bedroom. “Thanks,” I hold up my gift before gently opening the cover. Inside was a new inscription from the gingerly handwriting that I have just now come in contact with.

“I owed you.”

I smiled as I turned the page and began to read the play again. I can’t help but notice how close we’re sitting next to each other, feeling the electricity nearly flying through us. I clear my throat as I try to concentrate on the printed words, but her slow breathing fills my ears. I adjust my black jeans and run my hand across the length of my jeans, wiping the slight sweat away. It was too much for any man to bear, being in the room with Rowan, let alone being this close to her. My pinky could reach over and touch the exposed skin of her knees and I’d melt into liquid. I look over at her, her brows furrowed in concentration, and I feel my heart begin to race. The black ink tattoo behind her ear is of a crescent moon and stars creeping onto her neck. “Do you want some coffee? Tea? Crisps?” I ask, finally breaking the heavy and unbearable silence between us. Rowan looks up at me, completely exasperated, and smiles softly, placing her hand in the crook of the small book with her pencil stuck in her ponytail.

“Sure,” she says, her voice melodic to my ears. Her eyes are dark when looking up at me and I feel my throat run dry and I can’t seem to watch her watching me. Normally, I’m calm and collected around women- I can chat them up all the way to my bedroom to pull my leg over, but Rowan… She makes me nervous when she walks into the room with my stomach in knots. “Whatever you have is nice. Don’t go and make a fuss because of me.”

You’re worth the fuss, I think to myself. What is going on, Styles? You’re never like this.

I shake my head and leave the living room to Rowan. The kitchen, though small, is big enough to let my thoughts out. I think Rowan’s beautiful, yes, but why am I so nervous around her? She’s just my classmate and we’re doing a project together. Calm down.

The kettle hisses at me, letting me know it’s ready and I pour it into a teapot, grab two cups placing them with sugar and milk on a small tray my absent father gave me two birthdays ago and tuck the half empty bag of crisps under my elbow. I walk back into the living room with Rowan on the phone, her voice frantic.

“You sure? Is she okay?” she asks, turning her body into the couch when she sees me. “Alright, erm, I’ll be right there. Thank you, Mary.”

She looks up at me with pleading eyes full of regret before she speaks, her voice barely above a squeak.

“I’ve got to go. It’s me Gran.” She stands and proceeds to shove her book into her bag before she walks out of my flat, but not before I place the tray down on the table with a force that I never meant to use, rattling the porcelain dishes.

“Wait, let me, at least, walk you down,” I call out, running after her as I rake my hair in frustration. I closed the door, half running after Rowan as she glided down the stairs. She’s in the car park before I can break ground. The sound of the engine spurring fills the air. She tries to turn the engine again, again, and again until I reach the opened car door.

“You’ll flood the engine that way. Be no use to you then,” I say, my smile trying to calm Rowan down. “I can take you.”

“I can’t ask that of you, Harry,” Rowan’s voice breaks, tears spilling down her face.

“You didn’t ask, love, I offered. C’mon,” I nod my head back to my flat. “Let me grab my keys and wallet and we’ll be on the way, yeah?” Rowan nods as she stands outside her car. I hear the slamming of her door when I turn to leave and a hushed, “Fuck.”

***

“It’s down there. First little dirt road on your left,” Rowan points at the small brown path that barely lets my car fit on its way. It was a quiet thirty minute drive to the small village Rowan calls home. Shere- the small town that never lets any new business go unnoticed. Rowan busied herself calling Mary again to check in, letting her know she was on the way. I pull up to a small weather worn red brick house with flowers planted in every inch of ground that could be except for the small gravel pathway that leads you to the front wooden door. Roses, tulips, daffodils, wildflowers- Rowan had every flower that one could have, but the majority of the vast arrangement of color were roses- pink, yellow, purple, red. Vines and moss creep up the brick of the house with no intention of stopping.

“You want to come in?” Rowan asks as she begins to climb out of my car. “Be a shame that you came all this way without a proper cup of tea and a thank you.”

“You want me to come in?” I ask, but Rowan pushes the front door of her home open by the time I climb out of my car. She left the front door open for me and when I walked in, the strong scent of flowers and chocolate hit my nose.

“Gran?” Rowan calls out, her eyes frantic as she walks into the front hallway. “Why don’t you wait for me in the parlor? Gran should be coming soon.” She turns her head looking back into the open sliding glass door into the back garden. “Erm, she’s got a bit of a memory problem so…” She looks back up to me, tears brimming over.

“Go,” I say, “I’ll find the parlor. Don’t worry about me.” Rowan smiles, graciously, and walks into the back garden, which unsurprisingly, has more roses and plants within eyesight. I wander around the small home, the cozy air reminding me of my childhood one, before I find the small unused parlor. Book line the walls- all the way from Poe to Everything to You Need to Know about Herbs. I run my finger over the spine of a small leather book labeled “Astarte’s Book of Shadows”. I pull it from the row, the leather claiming the books that sit next to it. It feels heavy when I finally have it in my hands and I have an urge to open it, but the feeling fades when I hear Rowan’s voice.

“Gran, you can’t do that. The cookies were burning. You scared me. What if I-“

“Ya Amar, you cannot worry about such things. I’m fine. How was your reading with that tall boy you told me about?” A sweet, but stern voice spoke back at Rowan’s concerns.

“You were sitting on the garden wall- the high one. But,” Rowan sighed. “My car wouldn’t start so he brought me. He’s in the study, Gran. Behave.” A small elderly woman that looked almost like Rowan with a crooked back turned into the room. Her skin was tanned like Rowan’s but with white long hair in a braid. Her skin, wrinkled with sun spots, was also covered with small tattoos. She looked up at me and smiled before sitting down on the blue couch that I was standing behind. I placed the black book back on the shelf and sat down beside the aging woman. I extend my hand and introduce myself.

“Harry Styles, madam.” She looks at my hand and smiles. Her fragile fingers wrap around my pinky, pulling me towards her. She places her other hand over the top of mine before speaking.

“You know she likes you too. Only one who's ever been truly nice to her. Alice Lloyd.” She lets go of my hand and laughs softly as she was in a small joke that I was unaware of.

Do what? I think. I never said…

“You didn’t have to.”

“Gran, behave.” Rowan brings three cups in one hand. I try to stand to help her, but she shoots me down. She brings an antique teapot. She gently pours tea into the three cups, smiling as she hands Alice her cup and as she hands me my own, her smile is full of gratitude.

“Quite a garden you have,” I say speaking to both women. “It’s lovely.”

“Gran started it when she moved here years ago. I just try to keep it up,” Rowan sits down into the chair opposite us. Her hair is down, small tendrils falling into her face as she blows into the small cup.

“You do more than that, ya amar. You put the new basil bush in just yesterday. Don’t sell yourself short, love,” Alice sighs before turning to me. “You from London, Harry?”

“Just outside. Holmes Chapel in Cheshire. My mum owns a pub there in town.”

“How nice,” Alice looks at my shirt and I’m all too aware that my shirt is nearly unbuttoned, exposing my two swallows on my chest and the butterfly on my torso. I clear my throat as I try to casually button the rest of my shirt. “You go to the university, as well? English major? Let me guess, you want to become a writer?”

“Gran,” Rowan’s voice is short- her eyes not faltering from her tea.

“Well, it looks like the fun for me has run out. The adventure outside has taken me so I think I’ll retire to my bedroom for the evening. Good meeting you, Harry,” Alice motions me to lean closer to her with her finger and when doing so, I feel the slight wet kiss on my cheek. I smile before speaking, “Nice meeting you Gran.”

Rowan helps her grandmother up and when they think they’re out of hearing, I hear the small whisper, “He’s got dimples, Rowan. Quite handsome. Don’t mess this up.”

I smile, my dimples evident, as I hear Rowan’s small, but grand response, my heart overwhelming with joy and wanting.

“I won’t. As long as he doesn’t.”

###

@awomanindeniall​ @sunflwr-styles​

[hannah-deserved-better]

The Deep Woods

(Credit to unknown artist on Google for the Drizzt picture)

Summary: Sam, Dean, and their friends are out enjoying the great outdoors. But, as usual for the hunters, their plans for relaxation are foiled when they team up with a group of campers whose numbers are dwindling as something is hunting them in the woods. Together, they must all try to survive a creature, and eventually, they find themselves at an abandoned cabin and forced to survive there as it seems like the laws of reality in this part of the forest aren’t all they seem and creatures who belong to another world seem to be finding their way in.

This is the first chapter of a fic that is a stand-alone ‘lost in the woods’ Supernatural fic which I am turning into a multi-fandom fic. The other fandoms are The Hobbit, Legends of Drizzt, Rurouni Kenshin.

Warnings: blood and gore, graphic violence, horror, survival in the woods, haunted mansion, Jealous Dean

Tropes: Survival in the woods, haunted cabin, enemies to friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, friends lovers

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah/Meg/Sam, Dean/Rowena, Fili/OC, Kili/OC, Kenshin/Kaoru, Sanosuke/Megumi, Drizzt/Ellifain

OCs: Asphodel and Brenna are OCs that I’ve always used back when I wrote for the Hobbit fandom. They are actually original characters from my novel series that I adapted into the Hobbit Verse. I tend to change their backgrounds from story to story but in general, Asphodel is a hobbit, her face claim is Eleanor Tomlinson, and Brenna is a Gnome. The Gnome culture is also an adaption from my novel, they are female dominated people who live in the polar regions and make a living off of whaling, deep-sea fishing, and caribou hunting.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25363057/chapters/61497556

“Who the hell talked me into this!” Dean exclaimed as they hiked through the trail. They were surrounded all around by thick forests, and the smell of pine hung in the air, as did the heat of an August day. 

“It’s good for you, Dean,” Sam called as he led the group of backpack clad hikers. Dean frowned. He was usually the one in charge of things, and he didn’t appreciate his little brother usurping his authority. 

“Not quite the outdoorsy type, are we?” Rowena teased as she trotted alongside the two Winchesters, easily keeping up with the both of them. 

“Look, do you know how many things live in forests?” Dean reminded her. “We’ve hunted lots of them. And whose bright idea was it to go backcountry camping? I mean seriously? We could have at least stayed at a regular campsite. You know, with toilets and food.”

“We brought enough food to last the trip,” Sam reminded his brother as he trekked along, his large backpack secured to his back, and a hiking stick in one hand. “And we have a witch, a demon, and two angels with us and not to mention two seasoned hunters. What could possibly go wrong out here?”

“Damn it, Sammy, you never say ‘what could possibly go wrong’ haven’t you seen pretty much every horror movie in existence?” Dean knew he was being a little overdramatic, but he also knew he had a point. From Wendigos to werewolves, to a plethora of various monsters, they didn’t have a very good track record when it came to being outdoors.

And Dean didn’t miss the way Sam mentioned the other members of their entourage. He groaned internally as he glanced behind him to Castiel trailing behind them, Meg and Hannah on either side of him, chatting softly to one another. 

“Keep up the pace, Fabio!” Dean demanded hotly at them. Castiel glanced up and scowled in response as the three of them started walking a little faster. He doubted Castiel understood the Fabio reference, but ever since Meg and Hannah had returned from the empty, the three of them had been inseparable, and Dean found it just plain annoying.

“Dean, leave Cas alone,” Sam insisted as Dean faced forward again as he walked. “You’ve been acting like a jealous prom date.”

“Am not,” Dean insisted, though his somewhat childish response was a feigned attempt to hide the fact that Sam’s accusation held more than a little truth to it. Dean was jealous. And he’d never admit it to anyone, including himself. Instead, he kept telling himself that Hannah and Meg were up to no good, that just because they’d randomly returned from the dead, shouldn’t mean anything.

Or maybe it was because they’d had Cas to themselves for so very long that Hannah and Meg were unwanted invaders. They’d been living in his bunker with his angel as if Castiel and Sam were both his possessions. It was just supposed to be the three of them. Forever.

“Alright, I think we should-” just as Sam prepared to announce instructions which Dean had hoped would signal a reprieve from this death march they’d been on, a high pitched shriek cut through the sky, causing Dean to nearly jump out of his skin with alarm as he immediately whirled towards the sound, hand instinctively falling to the holster of the gun fastened at his hip. 

“Help, help!” came a frantic voice as a woman suddenly burst from the trees, standing in their path. 

“What is it?” Sam asked as they all stopped and gathered in close. Dean rolled his eyes when he felt Castiel’s presence beside him. 

“My husband, he’s missing! Please!” the frantic woman begged, trembling in fear as she glanced back the way she had come, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze.

“Slow down, dearie,” Rowena said comfortingly, putting a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Now, what are you doing in the woods all by yourself? Don’t you know there are bears?”

“And who knows what else,” Dean muttered to himself. He met Castiel’s gaze, and the angel shot him a scolding scowl. 

“I’m not alone,” the woman stammered. “I’m camping nearby with a bunch of friends. But when I noticed Herb was missing. Oh god, do you think a bear got him?”

“Show us where you’re camping, and maybe we can try and trace your steps,” Sam said calmly. Dean knew Sam was always the type to try to diffuse the tension. Ever an air of calmness. The two of them were quite used to these types of situations, after all. 

The woman took in a deep breath and hesitantly started back for the trees. Sam and Dean slowly fell in line behind her as she led them through the thick, dense forest of towering conifer trees. 

“We were backcountry camping,” the woman began softly. “We go every year. This year, it’s a group of us: me, my husband, our neighbors, and all the kids. Maggie, my youngest, just turned 16, so we all came out here to celebrate. It’s nice to get away from civilization sometimes, you know? Especially with teenagers. We specifically picked a place like this because there are no cell phone towers.”

Dean caught on that the woman was rambling, probably to distract herself from her fears as she kept walking. But he did feel some sympathy for the woman. He was already mentally listing the monsters that could be lurking in the forest. A bear certainly wasn’t on his list; after all, it was never something natural in their line of work.

“So when did you notice your husband was missing?” Dean asked as he walked along, stepping on twigs as the sunlight got dim the further from the path they went. The creepy, foreboding feeling was beginning to settle into Dean’s mind, and he mentally noted that his shotgun was strapped to his backpack, within easy reach, just in case his trusty pistol wasn’t going to cut it. Not to mention, he was always armed with an angel blade, the demon blade, and a whole array of knives, daggers, and other weapons. 

“This morning,” the woman responded. “He must have gotten up sometime in the night to go to the bathroom. His rifle is still here, and he’s been gone all day.”

“Did you mention your name yet, dearie?” Rowena asked as she made it a point to walk beside the woman. 

“Oh, it’s Leslie,” the woman murmured softly. She appeared to be in her forties or fifties, perhaps, dressed in a pair of shorts and a simple cotton shirt. “Oh, we’re right here.”

The trees parted to reveal a small clearing. In the center was a cluster of tents. Dean counted about a dozen figures as they all glanced in their direction. 

“We found some fellow hikers,” Leslie announces as she rejoined the rest of her party who all stood up to face the newcomers. “They haven’t seen Herb at all.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll try to find him,” Sam announced to all of them. Leslie went through and introduced them. So in addition to Leslie and Herb, they had a daughter named Maggie, a son named Evan. Then there were Tom and Shelly with their son Brayden and son Jess, and lastly, where Kate and Randy with their daughter Stephanie, and daughter Kylie. 

They all reminded Dean of typical suburbanites with their brand name camping equipment, trendy outfits, not all of which seemed particularly appropriate for camping and their well-manicured hair. Dean was sure at least one of them drove a Kia sports utility vehicle. The youngest among them were the two 16-year-old teenagers; the other kids were all in their later teens or early twenties. Many of them donned various insignia of colleges they were attending.

It turns out they all attended the same church together, and the adults all worked in the same office. They all couldn’t be more cookie-cutter, apple pie normal if they tried. Definitely not the type that would likely believe that any of Dean’s usual suspects would be responsible for their husband’s disappearance.

Dean couldn’t help but note the irony of it all. Sam had all but assured them that they wouldn’t run into anything unnatural out here in the wilderness, and yet here they were.

[tumblunni]

Randomly thinking some more about that old game idea of mine that i just call Dark Pokemon for now, lol

Basically a monster catching game where they're treated as monsters? Normal people are all terrified of them and trainers get treated with a 50/50 mix of reverence and hatred. Because trainers are the only way that humans can try and exterminate the monsters, yet theyre seen as cursed people who dont even count as human anymore. Sort of a way to explain little cliches of the genre like kids being thrown out completely alone to travel the world, and you never really having any reason to revisit past towns after you beat the gym. I was thinking itd be a cool way to do it if the game started off seeming like a normal mon catching game and then before you get the big reveal of the darkness you can get subtle hints if you try and turn around and reenter the starting area. Because it goes against expectations it might be missed by a lot of players.

Also the towns are so small and the routes are so straight and narrow because thats how humanity builds society in a world of monster fear. 90% of the world is uninhabited wilderness where only monsters live. Human towns are sorta like sci fi dome cities without the scifi? Surrounded by protective salt barriers and charms and stuff. And if a monster even touches anything its considered cursed, so if one of them makes it past a salt barrier that town is abandoned and any people caught up in the chaos of the barrier's collapse are left to die just in case they've been corrupted. And the roads between the towns are manned by armed guards who are constantly vigilant to repair the salt barriers. But this means they have to live their entire life alone in these limbo spaces between society and the wild, and often most narrier breaches are caused by the guards getting paranoid from the pressure. You need to keep watch for monsters so any movement in the shadows could be one of them, right?? You get situations of roads being blocked off by some crazed guard who starts seeing people as monsters, or one of them pulling the alarm and getting a town falsely burnt down for being corrupted when the monster was really just a leaf blowing in the wind. Or the worst case scenario where nobody ever knows WHAT happened! You just find the road destroyed and the guard gone. It might have happened days ago and nobody knew until a merchant tries to travel between towns and discovers the only road of escape is gone and everyone is doomed to slow starvation. And you can still see the other end of the road just a few meters away, but the superstition is so strong that nobody will risk taking that single step into monster territory. You'll be cursed and that's worse than death, right? You don't want to turn into a trainer...

And then also nobody really knows what determines who's chosen to be a trainer. Inevitably whenever someone shows signs of powers the town will turn on them and make up any excuse that they somehow invited the curse by being promoscuous or athiest or something. And you need to be removed for everyone's safety! Thus begins the ten year old's journey walking the earth in search of a place they can belong...

Tho usually its not just kids, the protagonist and rival is a rare case. All your neighbours are torn between 'its so tragic it happened to kids' and 'they must be REALLY evil to get chosen despite their age!' And i think maybe the rival would be like a sympathetic gary type? Theyre so determined to be better than you because they think if they can prove theyre good then their parents will let them go back home. And this desperation leads them to make bad choices and reject the only friend they have left :( Also them being bad to their monster pals would feel more justified when they were raised in a society that says monster pals are evil and you cant let your guard down cos theyre just trying to tempt you. Listen to the assholes who dont care about you, because anyone being nice is a lying sinner!

Also i was thinking maybe you catch monsters with a magic song or throwing herbs at them or absorbing them into a jewel pendant or something else more magicky yknow? Maybe magical bandages enscribed with spell runes that wrap arpund them like a collar? And so trainers are divided up into weavers who make these catching tools, and then the actual kind of trainer who uses them to catch mons. Weavers are able to stay in human society and act like the pokeball shops, theyre sorta like a 'town witch' or something. Like 'we will tolerate your magic if you never actually make a contract with a monster'. But then of course catching monsters is necessary to defend against monsters, so weavers have to be allowed to make the catching threads and sell them to travellers. But only travellers are allowed to do that sinful mon hugging! But also hey sinful traveller will you please save us from our doom? Basically this is why most trainers work as mercenaries, all this bullshit means that you gotta be employed by some asshole who hates your guts just cos u need food to eat. But blablabla town limit of X days before you have to leave, etc etc...

Also i was considering an element of different towns having different mythology around monsters and trainers? So you never really know whats real or if all of it is bullshit. Every time you go to a new place theyre equally fanatically convinced that some new thing is the real sin and everything the last guy said is eeeeeevil corruption. Sigh! And a subplot i was thinking of is a town with very sexist mythology, where the roles of weavers and tamers are seen as one gender only. And the town weaver is this nice grandma thats trapped in an abusive relationship with a super misogynist gramps. And one of those cloyingly fake-softspoken "rational" sexists who's all 'im just trying to protec u, wrong gender roles are bad for your immortal soul'. And has a million "logical" explanations for why his bigotry is true. Like technically he's "valuing her as important" by not letting her leave the house or socialize with friends, because yknow "im a nice guy who's nice to you trainers, i know your job is important so shouldnt the weavers be working 24/7 to support you?" The frustrating feeling of starting to trust a guy cos he's not bigoted against your particular minority, but then finding out he's bigoted against someone else... Ugh. So ultimately in the end you can succeed at this sidequest and help the grandma make a pact with a cute fairy monster and kick his ass and leave. And possibly get into a cute and mutually healthy relationship with another grandma in another town, so you get to see that and have a bonus happy note to the sidequest, yknow? Also they give you a hug and bake u cookies. (The monster is wearing a cute chef hat!) And then you'd have a place to stay in that town that doesnt have the 'it gets more expensive every night to try and make you leave' bullshit of all the normal inns. And you get to see a cute animation of your monsters all cuddled up in bed too cos they dont force you to leave them outside in the Designated Monster Containment Cage.

Oh! Also randomly i was thinking of another way of foreshadowing! Like when you go to the first inn you dont know any of this stuff about people hating monster tamers and not trusting your tamed mons even if theyre tame. So you'd probably just think that you not seeing your monsters when you sleep is just the game's limited graphics or you keep them in some pokeball equivelant thing. But when you walk arpund the outside of the inn you can see a door to a basement cellar that's got weirdly heavy duty chains and bars even if you assume they store their valuables down there. And maybe when you heal at the inn it never restores your mons to full health, always 10hp away from maximum or something? Or other small hints that theyre afraid of going to the inn and your protagonist is wary about doing it even if you'd think theres no downside to healing. Or maybe you can see another monster tamer visit the place at one point and you can hear banging and growling from the basement...? Or see some of the chains have bite marks in the morning. And the townsfolk wpuld be all 'can you believe how much noise they made?' and expressing fear about monsters being in the town, though itd have to be written carefully to remain vague. But yeah 'lets mistreat these small animals because we fear them' -> they panic and cry for their one human friend in the world while theyre forced to sleep in a damp dark tiny room -> 'that just proves theyre inherantly violent!' Also the trainer is an ungrateful bastard for acting so sullen when they couldnt sleep from worry over their friends :(

But it wont be all depressing yo!!! All the darkness of the setting is dark but the monster pals are still just as pals! I give u grimdark world so i can give u a protagonist of kindness who fights the system and saves people in every town who eventually rise up and are swayed by their kindness into fighting The Old Ways and making a better world as the story goes on! Its like an adventure of creating the pokemon world? You try and sell everyone on the idea of trusting cute monsters instead of being so damn paranoid you inflict all these atrocities upon other humans and even yourself because 'sacrifices are necessary to keep the monsters away'. Fight the symbol of all bigotry!!! The evil team is Team Bad Dads And Politicians!!!

...sorry lol my story ideas are Weird.

[virajkohli]

Especially in the food sector, organic products are in high demand worldwide recently. The continuous use of chemicals and fertilizers has resulted in substandard food with harmful effects on human health, forcing people to look for natural and healthy alternatives. Organic is the most sustainable solution here. Apart from the health benefits, organic foods are made using organic farming methods, which makes them environmentally friendly without compromising on the quality of the product.

Graphic stock According to a TechSci research report, the global organic food market was valued at US$110.25 billion in 2016 and is projected to grow in value at a CAGR of 16.15% between 2017 and 2022 and reach US$262.85 billion by 2022. Health awareness regarding the benefits of organic food consumption, increasing per capita expenditure on organic food products, and health concerns due to increasing cases of chemical poisoning are expected to drive the growth of the global organic food market in the coming years. Moreover, product innovations and aggressive marketing strategies of key players and online merchants will positively impact the global organic food market during the forecast period.

Reports indicate that the Indian government is making efforts to introduce organic food in the next five years by introducing various policies and expanding the land area for organic farming.

Organic pulses and food grains have dominated the demand for organic food in the country since 2015 and this segment is expected to dominate the market by 2021.

In the 1990s, Indian organic tea was exported only to European markets, but today India is a major global competitor, exporting 300 products across 20 different categories to more than 20 countries (Source: EY Report - Indian Organic Market, 21st March 2019 ). March 2018). Due to factors like good climatic conditions for cultivation, hilly terrain with good rainfall in areas like Deccan Plateau and Northeast region, there is great potential for expansion of organic farming area in India.

Due to the rich environmental, health and social benefits of organic products, the demand for composite products has increased significantly in India. This demand has led to the growth of e-commerce, warehousing, processing and supply chain industries.

The Indian organic industry mainly includes products from the food and beverage, health and wellness and textile industries. The organic food segment has seen tremendous growth and the Indian domestic market is estimated at INR 40,000m, which is expected to grow to INR 100,000m - INR 120,000m by 2020 with significant increase in exports. (Source: EY Report-Indian Organic Market, March 21, 2018).

Some of the emerging trends in organic industry in India are listed below:

Growing Use of E-Commerce:

Many organic product companies use e-commerce websites to increase their customer base. Physical stores for organic products are generally located in metro and mini-metro cities and e-commerce is opening doors to sell the products to the rest of the consumers.

Awareness among Indian consumers is increasing

Due to the growing health concerns of Indian consumers, the importance of a fit lifestyle has been recognized. People have started paying attention to the nutritional value and quality of the food they eat, which has led to an increase in the consumption of organic products.

Range expansion through organic farms:

The product range of the organic food industry is no longer limited to fruits, vegetables, tea, pulses and spices. Several companies have introduced ready-to-eat snacks, cookies, juices, essential oils, organic powders, organic capsules, juices and herbs like moringa, turmeric, etc., which has diversified consumers into organic products in India.

Technological Advancement:

Many Food Product Marketing and Distribution in pune companies have developed solutions such as artificial intelligence, imaging and renewable energy. Remote locations with erratic power supply are now equipped with solar-powered cold stores for fresh agricultural produce. Introduction of hyperspectral camera which uses infrared camera to help calculate product quality and shelf life. Such technological innovations have solved many challenges that the organic sector was struggling with.

Push in support of Government of India

Organic farming and consumption of organic life

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

The lovely @gaybybirth tagged meeeee

Relationship status: as single as the last unreachable pringle in the bottom of the can

Favorite color: black 🤪 but also any muted shade of blue

Favorite Food: pasta of anyyyyyy kind

Song stuck in your head: ummm Colors by Ava Maybee was in my discover weekly today and has been in my head alllllll day

Last thing you googled: pawpaw fruit to show my dad bc I tried one at work yesterday (prior to that was different forms of aftercare for a wip...)

Dream Trip: Greece has been on my list for quite literally a decade now. Italy/Rome ever since I took my Roman Art & Architecture class in college

Last book you read: Currently working through Meet Me at the Museum but actually sat down for 5 hours and beta read for an author friend so technically A Mare’s Nest 

Last book you enjoyed reading: Funeral Girl by Emma K Ohland, I cried over the last four chapters and bought a physical copy directly after I finished the ebook

Last book you hated reading: kinda controversial but Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe...there was so much wrong in that, I actually made a “fruity book rating guide” because of it...

Bonus:

Favorite thing to cook/bake: shortbread cookies!!! most people know my baking bc I’ve perfected my recipe. I make a lemon sage one and a honey lavender one depending on which of my herb plants is flowering

Favorite craft to do in my spare time: if writing counts then that, but if not I do graphic design stuff—like poster design and illustration—and analog collage a lot

Most niche dislike: um idk for this one...probably that I’m very picky with typefaces/fonts and will point out the bad ones. Like papyrus (literally pointed out that the zoo used papyrus for their posters when I went two weekends ago, my friend looked at me like I was crazy)

Opinion of circus(es) now and in history: fuck the circus. Give those poor animals to an accredited zoo to be properly cared for. I will say that I did go to a Barnum & Bailey circus in my teens but I stopped supporting them shortly after when I learned how badly the animals are usually treated. Cirque du Soleil and like college circuses that don’t use animals for entertainment are fine tho

Do you have a sense of direction and if not, what is the worst way you ever got lost: so yes and no lol. Once I take a trip to the same place a few times I’m set. I go by landmarks vs street names tho so don’t ask me what street to turn on lol. I have enough of a sense to not have gotten lost yet tho, fingers crossed I didn’t just jinx myself

EEEEE! This was fun! Thank you for the tag! I’m going to tag @hawkinsroyaloutcast @eddiesmetalfairy and @munsonlover and anyone else who wants to play!!