#i am curious too as to why mc could resist as long unless she’s just THAT GIRL!! which also makes sense to me bc shes great

[bigbuffjoonie]

SCREAMS

Okay now that I’m more normal, this fic was so thrilling! Going through the mountain pass I was holding my breath too! The feeling of dread just building up until The Splashes just -chef kiss-!! Loved everything about this and I cannot wait to see pt 2! 💕

The Obsidian Pearl (I)

— pairing: mermaid seokjin x (f) reader — word count: 7.2k — warnings: yandere, descriptions of death/blood/violence — summary: Sailing through The Dead Man’s Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the ship’s stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy ocean – “come to me, pet” – you find that you can’t do anything but obey.

“Captain, this is a bad idea.”

A hush falls over the deck, a few whispers being passed back and forth between the crew as they watch you challenge the captain’s decision. There’s an audible gulp somewhere behind you as the captain pins you with a hard gaze, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance.

He taps the map that’s spread out in front of him, voice leaving no room for argument as he says, “This is the fastest route.”

“That may be, Captain, but it’s not worth the risk. Haven’t you heard the stories? The numerous crews that have gone missing after sailing in this area? There’s a reason it’s called The Dead Man’s passage!”

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[thefallenlilith]

TURNING TO THE MOON (3/?)

Kamilah x MC (Millie)

Part 1 Part 2

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When it came to most aspects of her life, Kamilah had, up until very recently, trusted only one person over the last century. However, occasionally there were some delicate situations where Adrian wasn't enough. For those, she confided in Lydia Montague-Smythe; a robust woman who Kamilah had turned herself in 1887, and was one of the first members of Clan Sayeed.

Lydia had been a prolific theatrical performer while she was mortal, and didn't think there was any point  in changing that now she was a vampire. She was also the only vampire in New York, possibly even the country, who had the respect of the local coven. And that was what Kamilah needed right now.

She dialed the number, and it was answered almost immediately by a strong, melodic baritone voice.

"Kamilah, darling, you couldn't possibly wait a few hours to speak to little ol' me? I am flattered!"

"This is not a social call, Lydia."

"Oh dear. This sounds dire! Who is it you wish me to dispose of? It'll be done lickity-split."

"Nobody." Kamilah smiled at this woman's unwavering loyalty. "I need you to arrange a meeting with your bruja."

"My stars and garters! What could you possibly need from her?" She lowered her voice into what she probably thought was a whisper. "Does it have anything to do with that delicious little thing you've had on your arm these last few weeks?"

"Millie."

"Goodness! You're even using the mortal's name? It must be serious."

"It seems like it."

"You must dish the dirt. I need every detail! Anyone who can turn your head must be special."

"Lydia, you're avoiding."

There was a long exasperated groan on the other end of the line. "Esme is not one to be trifled with My Queen, I'm not sure if she would be willing to take a meeting with the most powerful vampire in the city."

"I'm aware that it's a lot to ask, and I wouldn't if it wasn't important. If it helps, tell her I will owe her a boon."

There was an audible gasp. "Think this through Kamilah, I beg you. That is too much power for her to hold over you."

"Your concern has been noted. Now, will you contact her or not?"

"Yes." Lydia sighed. "It'll most likely take several days. She tends to ruminate."

"That's fine." It would have to be.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about? It might help to persuade her."

"Is that so? It isn't because you love to gossip?"

"Well, I prefer to think of myself as well informed!" She sounded dramatically indignant.

Kamilah chuckled. "I'm sure you do. In this case however, you shall have to wildly speculate."

"Very well darling. I meant what I said; I need all the details of this Millie creature."

"She'll be accompanying me tonight, if you're so curious. I think the two of you might get along."

"Oh goody! I adore new friends!"

"I know you do. But Lydia, she is mine." There was only the merest hint of a threat.

"Understood! Does she enjoy the theater?" Lydia didn't care who you were, or where you were from; she only cared if you enjoyed the arts, and if you were interesting.

"This would be a conversation for her. I have never asked her."

"Why must you make me suffer so? Anyhoo, I shall see you in a few hours. Toodle-pip."

Kamilah placed her phone down onto the counter-top gently, and covered it with her hands.

Owing a favour to a witch was risky. But those were consequences she would deal with when the time came.

For now, she had a party to get to.

Just as she was about to head to her bedroom to change, she realised that there was music coming from the other room, that became louder as Millie came dancing out towards her.

Her auburn mane was partially tamed; it appeared Esteban had made quite a bit of progress in a short amount of time.

"Hey!" Millie bit her lip as she smiled at her. "You'll be pleased to know Esteban and I have bonded. Mostly over Abba."

"The Swedish music group?"

"Way to boil it down; and yes, them." She shimmied close to Kamilah, and placed a lingering kiss that made the vampire twitch.

"What was that for?" Kamilah chuckled.

"Do I need a reason? Other than I want to?"

"No. That seems perfectly reasonable."

"Yes. It does, doesn't it." Millie leaned in again, pressing Kamilah against the counter and kissed her jaw, then worked her way down to her neck and then her collarbone.

Kamilah gripped the marble surface, fighting the need to bury her fingers in Millie's hair, and pull her closer. "Perhaps we should postpone this. We have company." She said through a moan, and her girlfriend pulled away looking flushed.

"Probably for the best." Millie nodded, and stared at Kamilah's lips for several seconds before she shook her head and walked towards the small wine rack, picking a bottle out at random, and holding it up. "Something to do while Esteban does his magic."

Once Millie was back in the other room, Kamilah relaxed slightly. There were times when having heightened senses were more of a hindrance than a help; especially when every part of her could feel the sensation of Millie's arousal.

She straightened her back, then quickly made her way to her bedroom.

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After an hour of getting ready, she gave herself a cursory glance in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place and then went to see Millie's progress. If wine and dancing were involved, she wasn't sure if any progress had been made at all. She was only half surprised that her girlfriend was still in her street clothes, and the only things that seemed to have been accomplished, was her hair and a dance routine that they were currently performing.

"Have you not decided which dress you'll be wearing?" She asked as she entered the room.

Three sets of heads turned in her direction. Millie was the only one to continue dancing.

"Nope. They're all super nice." Her girlfriend studied the black dress she wore, then looked at the four dresses that were hanging up around the room.

"Okay you two." Millie pointed to the kitchen. "I need to talk to Kamilah."

They both scampered out, and Kamilah closed the door behind them.

"You are a bad influence on my employees."

"Nonsense!" Millie twirled towards her, and rested her hands on Kamilah's chest. "Dance, is only ever good."

"I supposed it depends on the circumstance. Now, could you please choose a gown to wear."

"The green one."

Kamilah rolled her eyes. "If you knew which one you were going to wear, why aren't you wearing it?"

"Dancing Queen took precedence!"

"I understood those words individually."

"I am going to open up a whole new world for you." Millie grinned, and went to take her dress from the closet door.

"You already have." Kamilah muttered.

"So, is there anyone I need to avoid tonight?" Millie asked as she removed her clothes.

"Unless you already know them, or I introduce you to them, just assume they are to be avoided." Kamilah answered, her eyes never leaving the exposed flesh.

She was going to be on high alert tonight; every vampire within a quarter mile radius was going to be sniffing around Millie like a tom cat on the prowl. She still hadn't figured out what it was that drew her kind to Millie, but she was at least grateful that she was the one chosen. Even if she had been resistant to the awkward flirting at first.

"And how are you going to introduce me?" Millie cocked a brow at her.

"With your name."

"Not your lover, or girlfriend?"

"No."

She saw the hurt on Millie's face, and then realization. "Because I'm seen as a weakness for you."

"No." Kamilah crossed the floor to take her girlfriend in her arms. "Well, yes; but not in the way that you're thinking. I don't care if anyone believes that what I feel for you is a weakness, I don't want you to be hurt. There are many vampires, and other beings, that would hurt you, or worse, just to watch me burn the world."

Millie looked at her with sad eyes, and a half smile. "You'd burn the world for me?"

"That's what you took away from that?"

"That was the most important part!"

"How?"

"Because you lurve me. And you keep denying it, but it's clearly true."

Kamilah blew out a breath and stepped out of the embrace. "Just get ready."

"Fine." Millie slipped on the dress and stood in front of Kamilah so she could fasten the back. "This is a really fancy frock, it's got to be worth, like, twenty five diamonds."

"That's an odd choice of currency. But, the only way it would be worth twenty five diamonds, would be if twenty four diamonds were sewn on."

"Holy shit! It's worth a diamond? What if I spill salsa on it or something?"

"I doubt there will be 'salsa' at this gathering."

"Will there be any human food? Wait! Let me rephrase that; will there be food meant to be consumed by humans at this party?"

"Of course. Just not 'salsa'."

"Riiight. Do I need to bring a bib?"

"Millie, relax. It's just a dress."

"Says the billionaire.”

Kamilah sighed. Perhaps bringing Millie as her date was not the best idea. "Would you prefer to stay here? Or --"

"No!" Millie blurted before she could finish. "I have to be there."

"Have to?" She frowned, but before she could get a reply, she heard her phone ring from the kitchen. "That'll probably be Adrian." She said, and reluctantly left her girlfriend to answer it.

"Are you on your way?" He asked instead of a greeting.

"We'll be leaving shortly." Kamilah replied as she waved Esteban and Samantha back into the room with Millie, and stepped into her study.

"Good. Lily and Jax are already at the office. I think our newest clan leader is a little nervous." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"He should be. Have you told him to behave tonight?"

"As if he ever listens to me. Maybe you should ask Millie to tell him."

"I don't like using her for council business. We have three thousand years experience between the five of us. We shouldn't need her, to keep a pup on a leash."

"Feeling protective are we?"

"Is this what it's like to have feelings in the twenty first century? I get mocked by the people I care about?"

"I think teasing friends about their love life has spanned over many ages."

"I don't like it. I'm hanging up now." And she ended the call with a huff.

Millie was waiting for her with a tender smile as she left the study. "I sent Esteban and Samantha home. Or, at least, away from here. You look beautiful tonight by the way. That dress is very... flattering."

Kamilah chuckled. "Are you staring at my breasts?"

"They started it!" Millie gestured at her cleavage. "That neckline plunges all the way."

"Well, we don't have time for your ogling right now. Adrian is waiting for us."

"Booooo."

Kamilah smirked and held out her arm for Millie to take. "If you must, you can utilize the car journey for your ogling. And if you're lucky, there'll be a traffic delay."

"I like that plan. Prepared to be objectified!"

Kamilah shook her head and dragged Millie to the elevator, thinking she might tell her driver to take the long way to Raines Corporation.