#i drew this at 4am ignore the mistakes

[rugwurm]

saint sonya huh

[hasellia]

Primal Palkia WIP

[yujinslovr]

shadows - vampire!choi yena x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, uhh blood sucking??

genre: smut w a bit of plot

synopsis: you didn't know what it was about this unfamiliar girl that drew you in so much.

a/n: pls ignore any mistakes, i wrote this at 4am while halfasleep😭😭 also tbh i rly wsnt gonna write smut abt yena bcz shes my baby wabey but i like saw it, it was a vision and i had to write it😞😞

word count: 1,521

an unfamiliar face, one that you hadn’t seen in all your years of living in this small town. not only unfamiliar, but unusual the bright red of her eyes shone under the dim light of the bar she leaned against. you wondered why one would come here wearing red contacts of all things, or come here in general.  no one ever moved here, everyone was always longing to leave, this town where everyone knew each other, this town where nothing good ever occurred. this town that tourists avoided, this town that everyone in south korea avoided, this haunted town that you grew up in. 

you usually never came to places like these, never liking the loud music nor the sweaty bodies that would come into contact with you. but today was your birthday, and not allowing you to stay home and watch netflix for this event. your friends had dragged you out of your apartment, forcing you to go out clubbing with them. usually you’d deny them, but tonight they had been much more insistent and you eventually caved. 

“who is she? i’ve never seen her before.” you elbowed your friend, gesturing your head towards the unfamiliar girl. 

your friend, hyewon, responded with a shrug of her shoulders. she had never seen this girl, never in this club and never out of this club. “why? wanna take her home?” hyewon teased. when you didn't respond, only flushed her eyes widened. 

“actually?!” with this newfound information she rushed over to your other friends and relayed the information. 

they all started cheering, minju pushing you in the girls direction, knowing you’d never make a move. much to your luck, minju’s push had been hard enough to send you falling over in front of her. the mysterious girl, seeing this quickly reached out and caught you in her arms. 

“falling for me already?” she asked, a cheeky smile spread on her beautiful face. you couldn't help but take a moment to roam your eyes over her face, taking in her beauty. 

“s-sorry,” you stuttered out, quickly breaking free of her arms and standing straight on your own two feet.

you tried not to, but the challenge of keeping your eyes on hers and not her cute duck lips was proving to be an issue. reading her lips but not registering her voice let out an ‘it’s all good’. you couldn't help the blush on your face at the way her lips would stick out when she spoke. you wondered how they’d feel on your own. 

seeing that your gaze was fixed on her lips she let out a chuckle “can i get you a drink?” she questioned. with your gaze still on her lips, imagining them dragging along your skin you nodded. “my eyes aren't that low, you know.” she said, a smug smirk on her face. you immediately lowered your gaze to the floor as you grew even redder. who was this girl and how was she invoking this unfamiliar feeling in you? 

she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up, your eyes now meeting hers. she slowly leaned in, her lips meeting your waiting ones. unlike all your other ones, this kiss wasn't at all soft nor slow. It was fast, messy and desperate. her hands roaming your body before settling on your ass, squeezing, eliciting a moan from you. she took this moan as an opportunity to have her tongue enter your mouth, exploring the depths of it. you could taste the cherry of her chapstick and the faint taste of whiskey that lingered in her mouth, no doubt from her previous drink. you were never one to have one night stands, in fact this was going to be your first one. you much rather preferred to be in a stable relationship before having sex. but something about this girl made you want to give yourself up to her. 

“let’s go to your place?” she asked, breaking away from the kiss to talk. 

“okay, let me just go get my things then we can go.” with one last kiss she let go of you, to walk back over to where your friends were to get your purse. 

“uh guys i'm gonna go now, kay?” minju whistled hearing this, the rest of them cheering and making comments on what you were gonna do. you rolled your eyes and walked back over to the girl whose name you realized you still didn't know. 

“im y/n” you said, finally introducing yourself after you told the taxi driver your address. “yena.” she said before pulling you onto her lap and reattaching her lips to yours. the drive to your house went by in a blur, you two spending the whole time making out and groping each other. you two entered your house in the same manner, you struggling to punch the code in while she kissed your neck from behind. 

you led her to your room, her lips not leaving yours for a second. when you reached the foot of your bed she pushed you onto it, then crawled on top of you, settling on your abdomen. she leaned down and began biting and sucking at your skin, maybe if you had been a bit more sober you would have questioned the stinging pain in your neck. how she stayed at the same spot on your neck for a bit too long. but alas you didn't think twice about why there was a sudden pain in your neck, her hands that were massaging your breasts thoroughly distracting you. 

she stopped for a moment, ridding you of all your clothes before going to your chest to start her sucking and licking there. maybe if you paid more attention, you’d have found it weird that she never undressed. but the way she circled her tongue around your nipple, not a thought was able to be formed in your mind. you couldn't focus on anything other than the wonders her tongue was doing. 

“mmh y-yena, please.” you moaned out, desperately wishing for her to continue what she was doing except lower

“please what? tell me what you want, baby.” she said, coming up to plant a kiss on your lips

“p-please just fuck me already.” you whined out, tired of her teasing.

hearing this, a huge smile planted itself on yena’s face as she went lower and towards your bare pussy. she let out a breath, causing a shiver to erupt all throughout your body, pushing your hips into her face. she held your hips down and used both of her thumbs to open up your lips, getting a good look at your exposed pussy. she extended her tongue and licked a stripe up your core, stopping at your clit to suck. the moans that left your mouth consisted of curses of her name, you could just hope that your neighbors were out for the night. 

she ate you out as if she had been starved for days, the way the wet muscle had entered and exited you bringing you closer to euphoria. you couldn't control the noises that exited your mouth if you wanted to, you didn't want to control them though. you wanted her to know that it was her who was making you feel this way. the way her tongue caressed your walls as she reached it farther than you thought it was possible for a tongue to reach was heavenly. 

the same went for her though, your sweet taste on her tongue and the way you clenched around her was almost enough to get her off. your moans turned yena on more than she’d like to admit, your pretty voice screaming her name. feeling your walls tighten around her she reached a hand up to grab one of your breasts. she rolled your nipple in between her fingers and that was it for you. you couldn't hold it in any longer, letting go and cumming onto her tongue. she lapped up your juices, cleaning you up until you pushed her head away slightly, the pain of overstimulation catching up to you and outweighing the pleasure. 

she got up from in between your legs and leaned down to kiss your lips, shoving her tongue into your mouth letting you get a taste of yourself. you let out a moan into her mouth as you sloppily kissed back, tired after what had just transpired between the two of you. when oxygen became a problem, she pulled away and laid down next to you. your eyes felt heavy, immediately falling into a deep slumber.

when you opened your eyes the next morning, she was gone. and so was any trace that she had ever been there. the hickeys she left on you being the only proof she was ever there, along with two mysterious holes on your neck. it looked almost as if you’d been bitten, by what you had no idea. 

almost as if she never existed to begin with, after that night she was never to be seen again by you. from the shadows she had come and to the shadows she had returned. 

[jessie-writes-things]

Sunrise Is Underrated: Max Philips

Pairing: Max Philips x Hunter Reader

Words: 700

Genre: suggestive smut (no gender or sex specified).

Warnings: vampire stuff (ideas of blood and feeding from human shaped things)

Summary: Max gets excited for dinner.

Mini series masterlist.

You had the routine down to a T. You wait for the take over from the night staff, you drive home, eat an iron-rich dinner (liver, spinach, broccoli with a litre of OJ, avoiding coffee so the tannins don’t block the absorption). You go to sleep, wake up around 4am and wait around for the knock.

And he always knocked. 5am on the dot because while Max was a lot of things (a self-absorbed jackass being on top of the list), punctual was one of them.

Plus, he got hangry. Very hangry.

By the morning he was ready for dinner, pouncing on you before you barely opened the door. You were angry at him the first few times he barged in without a care in the world, smacking you into the wall and cracking the plaster with the force, but by this point it was just wasted energy.

The kissing helped a lot with damage control as well. Your whole apartment could be wrecked and you wouldn’t even notice (which, annoyingly, has happened on a number of occasions).

If you were human, you were sure Max would have killed you by now, not bothering to come up for air as he guided you into the bedroom. He desperately worked to get your shirt off, a leftover from the previous morning and his previous meal and he growled at how your scents mixed together, a hint of your sweetness with his death tinged musk.

Not that he’d ever admitted to how much he loved the smell of you two together or how sometimes he would skip washing his shirts an extra day just so he can keep it around because that would denote feelings and emotions. But you knew.

Shirt unbuttoned, he lowered you onto the mattress with a gentleness that even seemed to surprise him. Blown-out eyes caught yours, and for a while, you forgot that you did actually need to breathe sometimes.

The first mistake was not looking away. You should have looked away, but that would have insinuated self-control of which you had none of in that moment. So, instead, you torture yourself, watching as Max agonisingly pushed his shirt away from your body, mouth following suit as he kissed and licked any part of you he could.

Slowly, like he was taking his time.

You had to speed him up, not knowing if you could last as long as he wanted you to at the rate he was going.

Gripping his hair, you pulled Max’s face back up to yours, ignoring how close your lips were and how his eyes shifted colour, going from pure-night black back to their usual chocolate brown and you didn’t even have time to dissect whatever emotion he was failing to hide behind them.

‘You need to feed. Now.’

And he did, biting into your thigh and drinking your blood like it was the last meal he was ever going to have before fucking you without mercilessly.

The second mistake was staying in bed with him. And you were going to, until Max’s arm clamped around your waist, anchoring you to the mattress. He was giddy as he cuddled up to you, smiling like a drunken idiot while kissing and nipping at your neck playfully.

‘Stay with me.’

Early morning light drew a halo around the blackout blinds and you had maybe half an hour to get ready before you had to head into the office.

You pretended not to notice your heart picking up, but it had him nuzzling further into you, brushing against the pulse point that must have been calling out to him, ‘I have work.’

‘You work too much.’ Max pouted, pulling back just enough for you to see his puppy-dog eyes, and while he knew he couldn’t trick you like any old human, he also knew they were your weakness, ‘I miss you.’

That was your third mistake. You shouldn’t have listened to him, but that would have insinuated self-control.

[everlastingdreams]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader : Invidia   Chapter 1

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Notes: Please know that I haven’t watched season 3 or 4 yet. It’s 4am here so sorry if there’s a mistake. Let me know what you think :) 

Summary:  Maze sends you on a date with another guy to help you forget about your feelings for Lucifer. Lucifer soon starts to act stranger than usual.

Chapter: 1/4

Trigger Warning: None I think.

Word Count:  1973 words

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After he had called you, requesting help with a case he and Detective Decker were trying to solve, you had droven all the way to Lux in the crappy weather. He had given you approximately five minutes of his attention before his eyes had wandered off to some women on the dancefloor. He had excused himself, said he would be back in a minute. But you knew Lucifer by now, you knew that 'minute' would be way longer then 60 seconds. You sighed as you rested your elbows on the bar, tearing your eyes away from Lucifer surrounded by a mob of beautiful women all trying to get his attention. You couldn't blame them, Lucifer was incredibly attractive and that worked like a magnet on both men and women. It definitely worked on you. Sadly you had no such luck getting his attention unless it involved police work. Sure he had flirted with you when you two met but you knew him. You knew it was how he was around everyone he found interesting. You had brushed him off, mostly because you had only just met him and you wanted to be professional. Later you brushed his flirting away, accepted that it was just how he communicated. You two had started to spend more time together, he often helped you out with your own cases. Brought you to Lux, where you had met Maze. Showed up at your doorstep either early in the morning, when you were still wearing your PJ's and bed head. Or late in the evening, when you were tired as hell after a long day. Needless to say, none of those moments were flattering. Somewhere in those moments you caught yourself falling for him. The sight of him was enough to make a smile grow on your face. Sure he was handsome, but it was the moment he started to open up about his past, his family issues.. that really drew you in. He never lied to you even if the truth was rough. You knew he really was the actual devil, he had looked at you with fear in his eyes as if you were going to run away from the piano you were sitting at with him. You just listened to him as he told his story. That was the day you truly fell for him. He still flirted with you, it was harder to try not to blush when he did. You just laughed awkwardly and ignored it. But on the inside it was killing you, your feelings for him had continued to grow and now his casual flirting was becoming painful for you. You didn't want 'casual', you wished he would feel the same way about you as you felt about him. But you knew that Lucifer was....Lucifer. You didn't have the guts to tell him how you felt, you feared it would change everything and the last thing you wanted to lose was your friendship. So you sucked it up and locked your feelings away. And to be able to do that you had tried to avoid seeing him outside of work lately. And even when you worked on a case you tried to keep the focus on the case. Turning down his usual invitations to grab a drink at Lux. You just couldn't deal with being around him while you worked through your issue. You were here tonight because he needed some information about a case and that was what you talked about. You glanced in his direction again, some of the women were dancing seductively around him. You snapped your eyes away from them. A glass was pushed in front of you and you looked up at Maze who was looking at you with a knowing look. You shook your head as you pushed the glass in her direction again “I didn't order anything-” “Yeah, I know. You look like you need it.” she tilted her head in your direction as she pushed the glass to you again “On the house.” You let out a sigh before you took the glass in your hand “Thanks Maze. At least someone noticed me.” She poured out a glass for herself as well and raised it up a little as she leaned on the bar close to you “Cheers.” “Cheers.” you replied and took a big swig from the drink. She raised her brows and let out a chuckle “Wauw. Crappy day, huh ?” You scoffed quietly “More like crappy evening.” Her eyes wandered to the dancefloor before she looked back to you “ I hope your talking about Lucifer and those chicks and not me.” You let out a chuckle, placing the glass back down “You know you are the light in my life Maze.” you said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes trying to hide the smile growing on her face “I probably should have given you something with less alcohol.” “Like you would do that.” you smirked at her. She gave a nod “Look, maybe you should just tell him. I mean, he's been going soft for a while now.” she pulled a disgusted face and you swallowed your laugh because she was serious “ Maybe even the devil himself is able to get.... feelings.” You tried not to laugh at the way she seemed uncomfortable at Lucifer being more human “This is hard for you isn't it ?” She groaned “I am only telling you this because I like you. Well I like you better then one of them..” she tilted her head in the direction of the dancefloor again. “And at least I wouldn't have to deal with the women anymore after they are finished with-” “Okay. Okay. Too much information.” you stopped her from finishing the sentence. “But I can't tell him Maze. He'll start acting weird if he would know. You know how he is.” She let out a deep breath “I am not going to be stuck watching you looking at him longingly then.” she tapped her fingers on the bar for a moment before she pulled out her phone “If you're not going to tell him and just ignore him, then maybe I have an idea.” she smirked as her eyes were glued on her phone. You furrowed your brows “Uuuh.. Maze ?” “Mhm.” she hummed as she kept her eyes on the screen. “What kind of idea are you talking about ?” you watched as a grin now appeared on her face. She held up the phone in your direction now and motioned for you to look at the screen. There was a picture of a guy, clearly taken at Lux. Your eyes went from the screen to Maze a few times before it clicked, your eyes widened “No. No way. Maze I-” “Too late. He's picking you up tomorrow night.” she explained, clearly enjoying your reaction. “You gave him my address ?! Maze I'm not going on a date with a guy I never even met before !” you were terrified at the thought. She just rolled her eyes “Relax. It's just a date at a restaurant. All in public, if you don't like him just call me or text me and I'll come to your rescue.” You groaned in annoyance “Damnit. Alright fine ! But he'd better not be a serial killer.” She scoffed “Yeah. You mean like the ones you hunt down pretty much every day ?” You opened your mouth but couldn't find a witty reply. She was right, you had worked on enough murder cases. “He's sweet. That's why I'm setting you up with him. Too nice for me.” She took a sip of her drink. “That's a relief at least.” you sighed in defeat as you drank some more “What's his name ?” “Mike. He's a lawyer.” the corner of her mouth twitched. You nodded and looked at the dancefloor one more time, seeing how Lucifer had an arm around the waist of one of the women. “I guess I'll be seeing my lawyer then.” you smirked at Maze earning a wide grin from her. What harm could it do ?

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Picking clothes out for a date wasn't one of your best qualities. You hadn't met the guy yet but you kept an open mind and maybe it could be something. A real something, not a secret crush on your friend. You held two outfits in your hands, both hanging on their clothes hangers as you held them in front of you while checking yourself out in the mirror. You threw your head back and groaned. You didn't know what to wear, it had been a long time since you had actually been on a date. The long days at work were to blame for that. You put the clothes down on your bed as you digged in your wardrobe again. The doorbell rang and you bumped your head against one of the shelves when the sound suprised you. This evening had started of well. You rubbed your head while you walked to your front door. You had expected it to be Maze, it would not have suprised you. You opened the door and your eyes were met with but all too familiar brown ones. Not who you were expecting. “Lucifer ? Hey. I wasn't expecting you today.” not when you were getting ready for a date with another guy to forget him. "Hello, (y/n). I was wondering if you had vanished from the face of the earth." it was a lighthearted comment. You avoided his gaze. It hadn't been easy avoiding Lucifer, but you had to do it. Seeing him flirt with beautiful women sure as hell made a dent on your self esteem. "Lucifer.. sorry.. I've just been really busy." You didn't want to hurt his feelings. It wasn't his fault that you had feelings for him that he could not return. "Oh, I see." He looked at you like a kicked puppy before his eyes fell to your hands "What's that ?" You looked at your hand, realising you still had the dress in your hand that you were going to try on. "It's a dress. I uhm... I'm planning my outfit for tonight." the words fell from your lips, too fast to stop them. A smile grew on his face again as his eyes sparkled with mischief "Oh ! We're going to a party then ?" This was going to be awkward to explain to him. "No, not a party. I-" you started but Lucifer interupted "OH ! A ball then ? It's been a while since I've done one of those." he got more enthusiastic. You bit your lip “No, Lucifer... I have a date tonight.” “A date ?” he looked at you as if you just told him you could turn water into wine. You were a bit insulted at his reaction “Yes.. Date. I am going on a date. Tonight.” He stared at you for a second before he snapped out of it “Oh.. I see.” “So, I am sorry, Lucifer, but I need to get ready for tonight.” as much as it hurted you, you wanted him to leave. You wanted to focus on the date and it would be hard if Lucifer was in your thoughts. His usual smirk found it's way back again and he brushed past you as he walked inside your house. You closed your eyes and sighed before turning around to face him. “Who is it ? Do I know him ?” Lucifer asked as he poured out some fresh orange juice you had made in a glass. “Make yourself at home.” you said sarcastically at his lack of manners. “I will, thank you.” he didn't get the hint.

[afangirlsplaylist]

Curse Of The Moon

Author: @afangirlsplaylist

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings: Blood, description of human and animal injuries (not too graphic)

Word count: 3,514

Summary: Link doesn’t make it home after work on one night that changes both of their lives forever. (Terrible summary and title, I’m open to suggestions)

Happy (late) Halloween! (  @scarystoriestotellintherhink )

Unlike most of the world Rhett didn’t look forward to when the moon was high and full in the night sky. It was a curse more than something to be admired, and if it was a curse for him that wasn’t anything to what it was like for his best friend.

Link grew quiet and cold the closer the days drew to a full moon. He never faltered on camera but when the crew went home and they were the only ones there, it was normal for Rhett to find him brooding alone, drinking a beer on the couch.

Talking was useless. That was the hardest part for Rhett to get used to. Link was usually the one person he could talk through anything with, had been for decades. It was probably the reason they’d been able to hold onto their friendship in the first place. But the Link in the days before an impending full moon - was not that man.

He’d stare into the beer like he was planning on falling into it - hardly acknowledging Rhett’s footsteps. They didn't drink much anymore - between the demands of family and work there was little time for it. But all it took was a glance at the high windows - where the blinds were shut tight to block out the view of the taunting moon, for Rhett to figure it out. If Link did take notice of him it was to cast a dark look in his direction, a look Rhett had only ever seen when Link was truly upset. Back off. I don’t want to talk.

He knew it was the night of a full moon (not that he could ever forget) when he’d walk in and find Link without a beer in his hand. Instead, he’d be staring blankly at the opposite wall with sweat pouring off his face - His hands and body shaking with slight tremors. It was as if he was cold, even though they were in the middle of the late afternoon L.A heat and the AC was off. It wasn’t until the sun had almost fallen completely that Link took notice of Rhett, as the taller man moved to lift him up.

Link stirred to attention groggily when Rhett had pulled him off the couch and got an arm around his waist, easily guiding him to the loft stairs. In such a state Link wasn’t much help, and Rhett was thankful, every time, that Link was so light.

One step up - Link could feel the tall body gripping his waist and pressing tightly to his side, a soft beard brushing against his cheek.

Two steps up - he inhales air sharply, grogginess and confusion giving way to keen wolf-ish senses. He's overwhelmingly aware of Rhett’s smell now, something that haunted him when he'd first turned. It's something like sandalwood and petrichor, and he worried, whenever he caught Rhett’s scent across the office in the days after - whether the familiar smell would spark the wolf in him and send him rushing to attack his friend. It took three moons before he felt safe that it wouldn't.

Six steps up - feral anger and survival instinct rises up within him. He tries to throw Rhett off but Rhett knows it’s coming and doubles his grip, used to it from years of childhood wrestling.

By the time Rhett throws open the loft door Link is almost gone.

He’d learned how to tune out the way Link would cry, scream and shake as he chained him to the specially installed steel post in their loft - his forehead now shiny with sweat. The only thing that kept Rhett going was a desire to keep Link and everyone in the vicinity of the studio safe. He reminded himself, as he pulled the chain tight around the post - that the desperate pleas were just the wolf talking. That every second Link begged for him to stop, or spat rage at him for doing this, wasn’t real. But it was hard, as the lock of the chain clicked into place, to ignore it. The whimpers escaping Link’s lips already had a wolffish edge to them, but the sad, broken and betrayed look in his watery eyes was all Link.

Don't leave me alone

How could you?

The Link that was still in there was practically screaming for him. The same Link he'd kept secrets for over three decades. The same Link he’d let come over to his house and cry out his heartbreak on his shoulder when he was broken enough to let go of his pride. He needed him. Just like the first time Link had needed him and he'd failed. When some... thing had sunk its teeth into Link’s arm in the first place. He was meant to be there to protect him, and he hadn't been.

It’d been a rare occasion where they drove into work separately. He could hear a sick and fussy Lando through the phone when Link had called, saying something about running late. So Rhett drove to work ahead of him. He’d wondered, when he was brave enough to think about it - what might have happened if they’d carpooled, or if Link had made it into his car and drove home that night.

But he didn’t like to think about that.

Link had seemed so absorbed in his work that evening, his eyes fixated on his laptop - that Rhett left before him. He knew Link well enough not to disturb him, so he’d made the mistake of leaving Link alone to close the studio.  

It was nothing he hadn't done plenty of times before, and it was easy enough to pretend he could never have seen it coming. But if he HAD been there…. he could've fought it off. He could've talked Link into going home early. He could've taken the bite himself.

He felt sick to his stomach at himself just thinking about it.

In fact, he hadn't known anything was wrong until hours later, when he was woken by a call from a panicked Christy.

Link hadn't come home.

Rhett’s eyes widened when he cast a sleepy glance at his alarm clock. 4am. A whole ten hours since he'd left Link at the office.

There was no way Link wouldn't be home by now without an explanation or call. He knew it even as he muttered useless assurances to Christy.

Unfortunately for him, Christy was far from a stupid woman and it didn't help at all.

“I’ll head back to the studio, call me if he comes home.” Rhett urged.

His hands fumbled for his clothes on the floor by his bed while Jessie stirred with concern at the sound of his voice.

“It's Link.” He told her, and there was no need for him to say anything more.

Shoving his clothes on he hurried to his car, barely holding the speed limit as he peeled out of the drive. His knee bounced and his fingers tapped at the wheel, relaxing only when he turned the final bend.

He hoped to see lights on at the studio. To find Link slumped asleep in his chair with his phone dead on the desk. But as the studio came into view it was completely dark inside.

His heart sunk the moment he pulled into the lot and found Link’s car still in its spot with the door wide open. The man, Rhett knew, was a paranoid creature of habit, so it didn’t take long for the sight to flood him with panic like ice water.

“Link! LINK!”

He screamed his name into the air but was answered by nothing but crickets.

Looking over the car in a frenzy - his fear only heightened when he found Link’s phone on the ground by the door; then graduated into sheer terror when he spotted a few drops of blood feet from the phone.

“Shit.” He muttered, slamming the door shut and following the trail of droplets with his eyes. “Link!”

His fingers itched over his own phone for a moment, half tempted to dial 911. But the sight of the blood stopped him. Just the thought of waiting for the police, tapping his foot while Link might be bleeding out there in the dark - was enough to drive him crazy. So he pocketed his phone and went on alone.

The blood, still staining the ground in blessedly tiny drops, trailed out of the carpark and ended at the edge of the woods across the road. From there it was too dark to see anything more than leaves on the ground ahead, and Rhett’s mind raced with thoughts and explanations.

What if he'd been dragged here?

What if he was hurt or dead?

Resisting the urge to call out again in case there was more than Link in there - Rhett stumbled deeper into the woods in search of him. He wished, too late, that he had water, a flashlight or even some kind of weapon - suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable.

He’d been walking for close to fifteen minutes, growing more anxious by the second - when he saw it. A pair of bright yellow eyes peering out from a bush. Startled, he stumbled and tripped, crawling backwards on his elbows as fast as they could carry him. When he looked up the eyes had gone as quickly as they’d appeared, but he could still sense something there. He was just about to turn heel when he heard a sob that made him pause, a howl-ish whimper that sounded almost human. Almost…. familiar.

Getting to his feet, Rhett stood up and picked up the nearest, thick branch - walking slowly toward where the eyes had been.

“Link?” He called tentatively.

Another sob - louder and more obvious this time, broke the night air, and Rhett was sure, this time, that it was human. Still clutching the branch tight, he pushed the bush aside and raised the branch above his head in instinct.

It was Link.

Groaning with relief, Rhett dropped the branch at his feet but immediately realized something was wrong.

Link’s eyes weren't bright yellow anymore, more a dull bronze that - as Rhett watched in amazement, were already turning navy. Link’s clothes were in tatters and matted blood covered his chest between the rips. He was a shadow of his best friend, but the shaggy dark hair was unmistakable.

It was a few seconds before Link noticed he was there, but his eyes were at last bright blue again when he threw himself at Rhett - almost knocking him to the ground. He continued to sob as he wrapped his bloody, dirt covered arms around Rhett’s shoulders, gripping almost too tight.

It was then, when Rhett turned his head and held him close - that he noticed the large wound on Link’s arm. It was so long and gash like that he guessed something had sunk its teeth into Link’s arm and drawn them downwards, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Gosh Link. What the heck happened?”

But Link couldn't speak to give an answer. He shook and desperately clawed for grip at Rhett’s back between sobs. Clawing with, for just a moment - nails that felt sharper than he knew Link’s to be before they eased up again.

“Help me out here brother.” Rhett pleaded, holding Link at arm's length and beginning to tear off a piece of the brunette’s ruined shirt.

The best Link could do was throw one arm over Rhett’s shoulder for balance, leaving Rhett to tend to his other arm.

It was still wet to the touch and mangled, the stretch of fabric in Rhett’s hand no where near enough to truly cover it. He could only hope it would do for now as he knotted it tight, assured that the worst of the bleeding was over at least. It wasn’t until he was satisfied Link wasn’t about to die that he turned his attention to the blood on his chest.

“Where’s this blood from?” Rhett asked, but the question seemed to be beyond Link - who could hardly stand.

“Link, where's the blood from?” He tried again.

“Not mine.” Link muttered weakly. “Not mine.”

Frightened now, Rhett pressed a hand to it. “Whose is it? Do you know?”

Link merely shook his head. “Dunno.”

“Shit.” Rhett cursed under his brief again, pressing his free hand to his forehead. “Okay, hold on.”

He took a moment to send one brief text to Christy before shoving his phone back into his pants, tugging Link’s arm tighter around his shoulder. Explanations could come later. Now he had to get Link to safety.

He had no idea if Link had any idea what was happening but the brunette made no objection when Rhett started walking him back the way he’d come. On the way he peered around them even more closely than he had on the way there - and it wasn't long before they found the source of the blood.

Just off the path were the remains of what must have been a beautiful adult doe, strewn across the ground of the woods. They could only guess a coyote had got to the rest of it (Link, already dry heaving as he slowly gathered himself, didn’t like to think of the alternative.)

Gritting his teeth, Rhett dragged Link away from the sight and further down the path quickly, breathing easier only when the emerged at the roadside. Rhett considered them lucky, as they ambled across the road - that there were no cars passing to see them.

Sunshine was beginning to filter into the studio when Rhett set Link down on the couch, before turning and promptly collapsing into his own chair.

But he didn’t dare close his eyes. Even as Link gave into exhaustion Rhett didn’t so much as blink. It was as if he was worried Link would be gone again when he opened them.

So he waited.

He made calls, raided the first aid supplies and tended to Link. But mostly he sat, his chair facing the couch - until Link woke up.

When he finally talked Link hardly remembered anything.

He remembered leaving the studio and setting their alarm. He remembered walking across the parking lot, and he remembered sharp pains the moment he opened his car door. Beyond that his memories were foggy, up until they’d left the woods.

“But what was it?” Rhett asked. “A coyote?”

Link’s brow furrowed in thought. “No.”

“Dog? Bear?” Rhett suggested, but Link shook his head to both.

“Crazy person?” Rhett pressed, teeth gritting at the thought. “Wolf?”

“Yes.” Link answered.

Rhett raised an eyebrow. “It was a crazy person?”

“Yes.” Link said, and then shook his head. “No. Not really”

“Wolf?”

Link nodded, his expression more sure now. “Yes.”

Thoroughly confused, Rhett looked at him in interest. “Which one is it?”

Link paused, looking at Rhett as if scared of what he was about to say.

“It… kind of looked like both.”

That was when Rhett recalled the sharp nails digging into his back, the yellow eyes and the small howl he heard in the woods. As if looking for something his gaze travelled to Link’s fingers, which were still slightly red and pointed - then to Link’s arm, which was already mostly healed.

By the end of the hour and some intensive googling they knew. They said the word.

Werewolf.

It took all the hot water the building had, and two pots of coffee, to rid themselves of the physical and mental dirtiness. After a trip to the dressing room Link’s tattered clothes were trashed. “I don't want to see those again.” Link had said firmly.

Link didn't leave the studio for three days.

Rhett had told him everything he’d seen in the woods, and it was enough for Link to make up his mind.

Rhett argued that he was fine and Christy had to be worried, but Link started listing off, in a hysterical panic - everyone that doe could have been. Lincoln… Lilly… Lando… Christy… Jessie… Locke… Shepherd… a simple cop doing a search… or Rhett himself. It was too much for either to ignore.

So they rearranged their schedule and set up quarters. Taking three days until Link felt safe to leave until the next moon. Rhett had flat out refused to buy chains or a pole but Link insisted, allowing him no option. 

“Besides.” Link had snickered, as he attempted to lighten the mood. “It’s funny to imagine their faces while you’re buying those.”

“Ha. Ha.” Rhett retorted dryly.

If Rhett had his way he'd lock Link in the warmth and safety of his own bedroom, but Link didn't want to be anywhere near his family when he turned so they had no choice but to use the isolation of their loft.  

It hurt Rhett’s soul to walk away with Link so distraught, crying for him to stay - and every full moon he hesitated with his finger on the light switch. The cries soon devolved into whines and howls in the darkness as Rhett determinedly flipped the light switch and turned to leave, unwilling to watch the wolf take over.                                    

He hates that the last thing he usually sees before he turns out the lights is the yellow tinge to Link’s eyes - tainting the blue. Something about it made him feel scared, yet also made the corners of his eyes prickle with near tears. Somewhere in the yellowing iris’ he could see Link dying behind his eyes, until he wasn’t there at all. Only the wolf. Even if there was no danger in staying Rhett didn't think he could - it was too much to sit in the loft and watch his friend die inside.

But coming back to him was worse.      

Rhett usually ascended the stairs and unlocked the door of the loft to silence, dawn illuminating Link in the corner of the room. Link wouldn’t say a word for several minutes, sitting against the pole with his head on his knees. Rhett knew better, after the first few moons - than to immediately release and comfort him, as much as he wanted to. Instead he slid carefully down the wall next to Link and sat beside him, waiting until Link would let him touch him without snarling or jerking out of his touch.

When Link relaxed, Rhett gently released Link’s hands and feet from the chains. He winced in sympathy and was careful of Link’s wrists, which were red and scarred from straining against the bonds all night - before laying the chains aside.

Rhett would get up without a word - returning with a warm, damp, rag. It was just long enough for Link’s eyes to turn and it was a relief to see the familiar blue as he pressed the rag against Link’s forehead.

“Hey, man.” Rhett said with a small smile.

“Hey.” Link said weakly, leaning his head back against the post. “Did I do anything last night?”

Instantly he sat up, looking around the room for any signs. When all he found were some fresh scratches to the pole and some welts to his wrists he sighed in relief.

“You’re fine.” Rhett assured him.

Pressing a hand against Link’s face he felt it before he reapplied the rag, immediately wiping his hand on his pants.

“Urgh.” Rhett said with comedic exaggeration. “You're so clammy.”

Link laughed. “Shut up.”

Rhett kept the mood light as he pressed the rag all over the wet, damp spots of Link’s face again, wiping away the signs of the night. When he felt Link sleepily leaning into the cool material, he slowly tugged it away and threw it into another corner.

No matter how many times he did this he never knew what to say at this point, so he racked his mind for a story.

“You remember that night you got hungover?” Rhett asked. “And you had to pretend to be sober at my house?”

Link grinned weakly. “I couldn't even walk straight, your mom had to be playing along.”

“She had a soft spot for you,” Rhett said. “I couldn't get away with any of that.”

“Well, you were a little troublemaker.” Link teased.

Rhett shrugged and punched Link lightly on the arm. “At least I didn’t get slapped in a library.”

Link tried to respond but it came out as a small hum, his eyes fluttering closed a little in exhaustion. He tried once more to say something but his head just lulled to the side, landing on Rhett’s shoulder.

Used to this after so many times, Rhett grasped Link under the arm and tugged him to his feet - leaving his shoulder at the perfect height for Link’s head to rest on.

As much as he teased at poked fun at Link for the quirk, the moment Link’s mouth went slack in the midst of sleep would always make Rhett smile. He had his friend again.

At least until the next moon.

[hellofbabies]

Ouch

So. Cyan is going through a breakup which means...update— no more fiancé. He isn’t taking it well at all. But it’s his fault (for cheating x4) so here come the guilt quotes of depression. And it gets worse.

Cyan’s breakdown process:

-no eating

-sleeping badly

-suicide attempts

-self destructiveness

-self-harm

1. hanging (witnesses: Chara and Juli): 7th Jan: 4am (room)

2. Knife to the temple (witness: Chip) 7th Jan: 5pm (kitchen)

3. Multiple stab wounds (no witnesses) 7th Jan: 8pm (room)

4. Car crash (multiple witnesses) 8th Jan: 3pm (on his way back from school)

~self-harm interval~

1. Jumping from the school roof (student witnesses) 9th Jan: 3:30pm

2. Bleach consumption (Witness: Trix) 10th Jan: 10:03am

-Attempts to visit Alex

1. Death by fire attempt (witnesses: Null and Sonju) 12th Jan: 8pm (outside house)

-Murder spree in gang neighbourhood

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1. Knife to the chest (no witnesses) 12th Jan: 00:20 (room)

2. Drowning (no witnesses) 13th Jan: 7pm (bathroom)

-admitted to the hospital by family.

1. Overdose (no witnesses) 14th Jan: 7am (hospital room)

-each attempt though never permanent, deteriorates the state of the affected organs considering it doesn’t take much time before he does it again.

-He doesn’t smile anymore. Only bitterly at times and has a really short fuse. He’s aloof and rather cold.

-The more he does it, the longer it takes for his save file to load. In some cases, he won’t wake up for a while.

——

Alex visit attempt:

Mind blank and only longing driving him, the brunette absentmindedly trudged to his ex’s door. Such a familiar path. Familiar sights. Scents. A recurring thought.

“I want to see him.”

Repeated over and over like a broken record. Crimson orbs still dulled from the other’s absence, he stood there, a hand lifting to knock.....but it froze. He froze. A sudden jolt in his heart rate and his mind.

‘W-what am I even doing here?? Knock on the door?? Knock on the door and what, huh? What do I even say??? “Sorry, I just really wanted to see you”? He doesn’t want you here. He never asked. He never called. If anything, he’d prefer to get rid of you so he can move on. He doesn’t want to see you. He doesn’t want you here. He doesn’t want you here. He doesn’t want you here. He doe—‘

The new mantra. Those words swirling around his head, he withdraw his hand and backed away. There, he turned his back. Time to go home. Time to continue the punishment...

———

Serial killing:

An anger. Frustration. Burning hatred. Why did they have to get involved??? Laying in his bed, 3rd degree burns and the scent of burnt flesh, he rolled over in a huff.

“I want to go out.”

With that thought, he lifted himself from the sheets and headed out for a walk. Location: Where nobody would hear you scream...the abandoned part of town.

As his steps caused the dullest of echoes, a commotion could be heard from up ahead. A gang war. Did he want to go down like that? Is that even a good way to go? Nah. By his standards, if he’s going to die, it’ll have to be from his hand. Pulling up his file however, he made sure to save just in case.

Planning to walk past and ignore them completely, attention was still brought to his figure.

“Hey! You! No fucking witnesses!”

A druggy had his gun drawn already, pointing it at the young boy.

“Listen....I didn’t see anything. I just want to walk...okay?”

This didn’t necessarily suffice as the two gangs suddenly surrounded him. Encircling like vultures, the leader spoke up.

“No witnesses. Pussy.”

With that, he was shoved. Considering his body hadn’t healed yet and the burns stung, he stumbled into the others. There they shoved him. Back and forth like a paddle ball...and each time he was shoved, a new sort of emotion ignited him. One he hadn’t felt for a while...

Bloodlust.

Following five more pushes, the brunette drew his blade and slashed one of the ruffians in their stomach, stabbing his abdomen deeply afterwards. With that, gun shots blazed. As he was close enough, all shots struck him. Despite the pain however, he used the last of his strength to plunge his blade deeper and deeper until a single shot to his head ceased all current action.

With a jolt, the boy’s body rag-dolled before them.

“Fucking bitch.”

“Heheh, he really thought he could take us out? What a dumb cunt.”

Oh the laughter and further phrases of humiliation as they kicked his corpse back and forth. Soon enough however, they grew bored and eventually returned to their initial conflict, ignoring the cadaver as it vanished only being replaced by breaking heart. Once the red pieces scattered, it was time for reloading.

As Cyan’s body reformed where he’d saved, the advantage was with him. A crooked smirk traced his lips—he was finally smiling again.

The commotion was the perfect diversion as he slunk past flying fists and charging limbs. The first down, was the leader. Multiple stab wounds to the back and soon head as he fell. With a swift claim of the weapon that was his end previously, he drew it effortlessly and created a distance between the remaining members.

“Huh. Maybe this bitch actually can take you all down.”

Eyes widened as if they’d seen a ghost but that was short lived by arrogance. Mindless lunging commenced by a plethora of stupid human beings. Cyan only grinned at their foolishness, aiming for each of the knees that barrelled towards him. Bang!

Some fell but others kept going. Almost all had forgotten their own guns, feeling that they could easily take on a child without it. Big mistake. Tossing his gun to the side, he entered the fray and started stabbing. Crimson flew and stained his face in splatters. His height enabled him to crouch below their striking line of action making their stomachs an easy target. A slash. A stab. A plunge. A twist. The cries of agony as blood pooled on this morbid battleground.

The smile had nigh left his face. It only grew larger in fact as some begun begging for their lives. This only fuelled his bloodlust. Eyes were gouged, teeth kicked in, Skulls crushed from his stomping. At movement resembling more and more of a dance as red bathed him. His eyes shone with glee. Evidently, one tried to run but Cyan was able to grab his clothes before he was out of reach. Yanking the last one standing to his knees, only a few words were muttered into his ear before his throat was slit.

“No fucking witnesses. Pussy.”

———-