#mr i’m something of a kitten myself

[zero1qn2]

Napping in a very serious manner

[manikas-whims]

Slow Dance [AO3]

— a Xavier X Reader fanfic

In which Xavier asks you for a dance in the late hours of the night.

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wrote a lil something while listening to this because i’m a sucker for soft fluffy fics..♡

From a new dance challenge to an adorable cat showing her baby kittens, you aimlessly scrolled through the variety of clips on tiktok, lying awake in bed. Your mind was preoccupied by the recent mission you'd accomplished a few hours ago.

The soft message tone on your phone made you finally close the time-consuming app to check who was texting you in the middle of the night. But the minute you read the name of the sender, your lips began stretching up into a fond smile of their own accord.

Suddenly a momentary flash of light stung your eyes and you sat up in bed only to find the source of said unknown light right outside your balcony. There was a knock on the glass door of your balcony, and you haphazardly got out of bed, fixing your hair and nightdress before opening the door.

And there he was, your mission partner Xavier, clad in a plain tshirt and sweatpants.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. “Why can't you use the door like a normal person?”

“Why would I when this is faster?”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Why are you still up, Mr. Sleepyhead?”

“Well..” He scratched his cheek and turned his head in the way he does when he's feeling shy or embarrassed to admit something. “I couldn't stop thinking about the frown on your face after we finished our mission.”

“Oh..” was all that you could muster, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You noticed?”

He smiled, facing you directly once more and nodded earnestly. Then he tilted his head like you've seen curious kitties do, and asked you. “Is something bothering you?”

You folded your arms across your chest, ignoring the way his midnight eyes followed every movement, and licked your lips. “Is it bad if I say we caught the target too soon?”

Xavier stared at you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s just..” You licked your lips again and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “I’d practiced so much for that formal dance thing..and it’s kinda annoying that we caught the guy way before the ceremony could even take place.”

There was a brief, awkward pause, followed by the mellow sound of Xavier’s scoff. “You’re in a bad mood because you couldn't dance during your undercover mission?”

You pouted and narrowed your eyes at him even though there was actually no real fury in your gaze. “It may seem childish but little me always used to imagine myself dancing with a handsome prince at a ball. And I thought..”

You stopped to admire Xavier. You'd thought it'd be alright to hold your childish dreams close to your heart. You’d thought it’d be nice for you to make such a memory with the man you’d sort of caught feelings for (and hoped he felt the same). You’d practiced so much for this. You had the excuse of the mission to ask him for a dance. It was your only chance! But now..it was gone.

Xavier shook his head and fished out his cellphone from his pants’ pocket. You curiously watched him move his finger along the screen for a while before he tapped on it, and you heard soft music begin to play.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

He placed the cellphone on the balcony’s railing and then assumed a stance which looked way too practiced to be a mock imitation. Then, he stretched-out a hand towards you, his open palm right in front of you.

“Come here.” He beckoned with a slight nod.

You pursed your lips in an attempt to keep yourself from smiling. “Xavier I'm literally in my nightdress and you in sweatpants.”

“And I’m requesting you for a dance.” He added, his confident gaze making your cheeks flush a light shade of pink.

You shook your head and giggled even as you placed your smaller palm into his. His fingers gently wrapped around yours and he pulled you towards him. You stumbled, crashing into his chest but that only made you both laugh harder. And you felt his arm come to settle around your waist, leaving a tingling sensation wherever his fingers were in contact with the flimsy material of your nightdress.

Then with an unexpected ease, his legs guided you into the slow rhythm of the song playing on his phone.

To your utter disbelief, Xavier was good at this. Definitely better than you. Ohh who were you fooling!? His movements were so good that it was suspicious. And you wanted to shoot questions at him about his random knowledge in ballroom dancing but you decided that was a topic to be brushed upon some other time.

“Thank you, Xavier.” You put your arms around his neck, raised yourself on the tips of your toes and kissed him on the cheek.

Xavier blinked, his brain as if slowly registering the gesture. Then his ears turned red and his gaze felt more intimate. And his arm around your waist pressed you closer as your body swayed to the pleasant tune because tonight was meant for this. Meant for you to bask in this moment of you dancing under the moonlight with a man far more charming and handsome than any princes in fairy tales.

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[wri0thesley]

show me - welt x reader (3k)

it's easier if you show him, welt says. and if you show him . . . he'll show you too.

cw: afab reader (no pronouns). mutual masturbation, talk of past fantasising, welt has a corruption kink, reader is inexperienced. not sfw, minors dni.

[a/n: i used a random number generator to throw me some scenarios with some of my fav characters to write, kinks to write etc as a little birthday game for myself, and it threw up welt and mutual masturbation to begin with and it was so perfect for him i couldn't resist.]

Welt’s hands rest reassuringly on your thighs, warm and calloused – the single glove shed. His face above you is gentle as always; the stars reflecting off the glass of his spectacles, a small smile on his handsome face. His hair falling against his forehead, the silver threading through it catching the light.

“Show me,” he repeats to you again, his voice as low and calm as ever, even as your own heart jack-rabbits in your chest like a frightened animal. Your breath feels short. He sees the way that you take your steadying breath and smiles, one hand moving from your thigh to catch your chin in its grip and pull you into a kiss.

You melt against his mouth – he knows how to do this. Experience is clear in every moment of his lips upon yours; the way his tongue teases at the seam of your mouth, the way his teeth tug teasingly upon your bottom lip, the way that your jaw stays cradled in his sure embrace.

 “You don’t have anything to be afraid of,” he murmurs against your lips, breaking the kiss only the merest fraction of distance. “I just want to see how you touch yourself so I know what you like when I’m the one touching you.”

An embarrassed little squeak falls from your throat. 

It’s different, hearing it said aloud - and though it’s not the first time Welt has put forth the idea tonight, something about it still feels decadent and rich and sinful. You look up at him through the fringe of your lashes, your cheeks puffing out (Welt thinks that adorable; everything about you screams inexperience, and . . . a part of him, deep in his chest, roars with pleasure at the idea of being the one who gets to show you and teach you and have you in all of these ways for the first time). He smiles at you encouragingly once more, his thumb rubbing tender circles over your jawline. 

“I’ve never . . .” You swallow, heat rushing to the surface of your skin. “I haven’t ever done that in front of anyone, before.”

He raises one eyebrow and lets his smile curl the corners of his lips, always reassuring, always gentle, always patient. 

“But you have done it?” He presses, and you squeak again and for a moment he thinks you’re going to bury your face into his chest in embarrassment. 

You sit on his bed in nothing but a shirt that is too big for you (a faded cartoon kitten prances across your chest) and cotton underwear patterned with little roses, and Welt thinks he prefers you like this more than he’d enjoy you in lingerie and ribbons and lace. There’s something so real and raw - and yes, unfledged - about you in this manner. There is no pretense about you in this. You squirm under his gaze.

“. . . I’m not entirely innocent, Mr Yang,” you say, and there’s a prim little shadow to your words that has him achingly hard in his own nightclothes. He chuckles at your answer and presses a kiss onto your forehead in amusement, humming slightly as he pulls back to let you have more room on the bed. He walks his fingers up your calf, sending shivers all through your body, the hair standing up on end at the slow, luxurious contact.

Welt touches you like he’s holding himself back - forcing himself to go slow, tension simmering beneath his surface. You know that he holds back for your benefit - that there’s hunger in his eyes when he looks at you like he’d love nothing more than to throw you down onto his bed and have his way with you. Your insides give a twist at the thought; a bolt of heat between your thighs. 

Welt has already noticed you’re watering the roses on your pretty cotton underwear. 

“You’re playing a very good game of it,” he says, with only a little amused rebuke. “Here. Would it make you feel better if I touched myself too?”

You take a soft intake of breath, eyes flickering up to his - he holds your gaze with a firmness that remains as sweet as he can manage when his instincts are screaming to stop being so patient about all of this. 

“Th-that’s something you’d do? Over me?”

“That’s something I’ve done over you,” he corrects you. “More than once, my dear.”

You don’t quite know how to respond to that. Your breath hitches sweetly, and you toss your pretty head as if you can’t quite believe his confession. He continues, just to see you get more flustered - you’re so adorable when you’re nonplussed. And . . . a part of him delights in just how naively you respond to him saying how he has fantasised about you - a reminder of your own chastity. He longs to make you come undone. To ruin you.

“I’ve touched myself and thought about how pretty you’d look split open on my cock,” Welt murmurs, skating his thumb higher on your thigh, leaving a hot trail of desire in his wake. “What you’d sound like when I made you come. The way you’d taste when I bent my head between your thighs . . .”

You gasp softly as his thumb rubs over the seam of your sex, feeling the dampness there. You shudder under his touch for a moment, before you open your mouth and your words escape out in a rush. 

“You first,” you say, and it comes out a little more petulant and demanding than you’d meant it to - but Welt doesn’t scold you. He merely quirks an eyebrow at you. 

“Why,” he says, “I didn’t know you could be such a bratty little thing.” 

Your cheeks heat again, shoulders drawing in, rushing to apologise - but Welt chuckles again and pinches the softness of your thigh to stop you in your tracks.

“Don’t apologise,” Welt murmurs. “I think it’s rather cute.”

“O-oh,” you say, and you wet your lips, your tongue shining pink in the light of his cabin. He wonders how that tongue would feel tracing the veins of his cock - how your pretty lips would look, wrapped around his length, eyes gone wide at how thick he is. A gossamer strand of drool, perhaps, leaking from the corner of your mouth - your tongue licking and suckling at his reddened head like you were enjoying some kind of delicious treat . . .

Time to teach you how to do that later on. 

“Well,” you breathe, keeping your eyes firmly fastened on the spot at his crotch where his cock is longing to be freed from the confines of his own nightwear. “Will you? Show me first?” You look embarrassed. “It’s easier for me to . . . touch myself . . . i-if I have something to look at and think about--”

“Have you ever touched yourself and thought of me?” He asks, with a small smile, and your response - the whimper of embarrassment, the way that you avoid his eye - tells him all that he needs to know. “Ah. How flattering.”

“Mr Yang . . .” 

His eyes go half-lidded and he sighs, shifting backwards again - reaching to the waistband of his trousers to push them down and free his cock. He lets you look at it - thicker than average, a length he’s never had any complaints about, tip ruddy and ridged with veins that pulse in time with his heartbeat, silvery precome soaking the head - before he gently lets himself take hold of it. It jumps in his hand at the contact. 

“I love it when you call me that,” he says. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose, clouded with the heat of the moment - but that just allows you a better view of his eyes, pupils blown wide as he rubs his thumb over the slit at the head of his cock. He sighs.

. . . He’s so handsome. The ravages of age have touched him only lightly; silvery streaks in his hair, fine crow’s feet at his eyes, smile lines at his generous mouth. Unconsciously, you let your own thumbs hook into the waistband of your underwear. You’re a little embarrassed at how it sticks to your cunt as you roll it down your own thighs - the threads of your arousal clinging on, the gusset all damp with your own slick. But Welt’s eyes flicker to it and he sighs again, slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft. 

“Spread your legs for me,” He says to you, voice stern but kindly. “Let me see all of you, pretty thing.”

You bite your lip, but you let him see - urge your thighs apart to reveal yourself fully, cunt wet and dripping onto his bed. You stay very still for a moment, as Welt takes in the view - his sharp eyes caressing every inch of you, learning you as if he intends to know your body by heart. He smiles a secret smile that manages to be at once gentle and predatory as you tremble beneath the intensity of the gaze.

“You don’t disappoint,” he murmurs. “You’re even lovelier in the flesh. Look at how wet you are. Is that all for me?”

You are wet - you’re not sure you’ve ever been this wet before in your life. Even as Welt looks at you, you feel your cunt clench around nothing; an emptiness inside of you that you wish were being filled by Welt’s fingers or his cock or anything at all. Your clit throbs at the exposure to the cool air, sensitive. 

You nod shyly, and Welt exhales through his clenched teeth. The hand on his cock remains slow, his pumps purposeful instead of frenzied. As he works his own shaft, more precome bubbles from his tip, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the thought of wrapping your mouth around him. 

“Come on,” he encourages. “Let me see how you touch yourself.” 

“O-okay,” you exhale again softly, and let one of your hands drift down to between your thighs. It hovers there for a moment nervously, unsure what to do - but you try to let the tension drain from your shoulders, the embarrassment of being so thoroughly studied fade, and you concentrate on what Welt is doing instead. The rhythmic motion of his hand as it works his cock, the way it twitches in his grip at the sight of you. You let two of your fingers dip between the plump lips of your cunt and a whimper falls from your mouth. “S-sorry for being noisy, Mr Yang--”

“Oh . . .” Welt sighs. “Don’t apologise on my account, my dear. You’re very nice to hear after imagining what it would sound like for so long.”

Your fingers slide down to your entrance, slippery with your own slick. You feel yourself pulse at contact as you circle it, huffing out a hot breath. 

Welt does not stop touching himself; alternating the slides of his hand on his cock with rubs to his slit, loosening and tightening his grip on his own shaft as he watches you slowly, slowly, slide a finger inside of yourself. He sees that you cling tightly to only one finger; that droplets and rivulets of your arousal ooze out from around the finger. He hears that the noise of your cunt sucking your digit in is indecently loud and wet - you deserve to have something more fulfilling put inside of you. Welt hopes you will allow him, one day, to fill you up more thoroughly.

A soft whine escapes parted lips as you urge your thighs wider and begin to slowly move the finger inside of you. Your other hand moves to part the lips of your sex, fingers in a ‘v’ formation, showing him a tantalising glimpse of your clit and how it stands swollen and hard for attention. He licks his own lips without realising he’s doing it, imagining wrapping them around the little bud and suckling upon it until you cry out, fingers tangled in his hair. How pretty you are.

He wishes he could draw you right now; an erotic tableau for his eyes only, a memory made paper he could return to on lonely nights. You’re so lovely. So much better in the flesh. 

You get shy after displaying yourself for him so lewdly; the hand spreading you open dips between your folds and begins to circle your clit instead, rubbing clumsily backwards and forwards on it. A smile plays at his mouth. You may have touched yourself and thought about him, but nobody has ever really taken the time to teach you the finer points of self-pleasure - you’re unsure and awkward, fingers slipping, whimpers falling from your mouth and face scrunching sweetly in frustration that you can’t quite get it to feel as good as you know it could. 

That makes him harder; the ball of tension in his stomach draw in tighter. Such sweet naivety, so green to the ways of the world . . . Welt will take great pleasure in finding exactly what motions on your clit have you squealing. What rhythms of your fingers will get you gasping. Teaching. 

Time enough for that later. Right now, he watches you - the pump of one lone finger, the awkward rubbing of your clit. The thought of you alone in your cabin with your face in a pillow to muffle your whimpers almost makes him come early.

(He wonders how you prefer to do it, if nobody is watching. Do you lie like this, on your back, fingers delving between the pretty folds of your cunt? Or do you prefer hands and knees, imagining being fucked from behind? Perhaps you slip a pillow between your thighs and dry-hump it until it’s saturated through with your slick, imagining yourself atop of someone. Imagining yourself atop of him.)

He lets you struggle along for a few more minutes, before the sight of your awkward inexperience is just too adorable to bear for a moment longer. 

“That’s right,” Welt murmurs, his eyes so focused on you that you feel like they’re burning. “I think you could take another finger, pretty thing. Let me see how you look stretched around something wider so I can imagine my cock inside of you.”

A strangled noise, aroused and bashful, falls out of you but you obey him even so. You press a second finger inside of yourself, and Welt doesn’t fail to notice how it’s a tight fit even like that. How tight would you feel, then, clinging to his cock? How hot and wet and snug would you feel if he were buried inside of you, hips stuttering into you over and over until your insides moulded to the shape of him? The wet squelching sounds of your fingers working in and out of you mix in the air with your laboured panting, the slick sound of his hand over his cock as he works it faster and faster. Unconsciously, he shifts closer to you. 

“Mr Yang,” you whine, a pitiful little noise. “I-I’m not going to last very long--”

“Fuck.” He breathes out. His cock jumps in his hand as you speak - you’re so very pretty like this, frustrated and teetering on the edge of your orgasm and embarrassed all at the same time. He isn’t going to last very long either. Just touching isn’t enough any more. “Stay still, pretty.”

He shifts - and you cry out in surprise as he gathers himself on his knees, as he works himself closer to you, using the hand not wrapped around his cock to take the one of yours currently shyly circling your swollen clit. His fingers intertwine with yours as he presses your hand down on the bed - and slaps the head of his cock against your clit.

The intertwined fingertips dig into the roughened flesh of his hand. You whine out again as he continues to pump his shaft, but this time with every movement of his fist the flushed leaking tip of his cock nudges at your clit, mixing his precome with your slick until tears are beading in your eyes. The entire experience is decadent and wet and feels wonderful - your fingers inside of you, Welt’s cock gliding all over the hard nub of your clit. It’s like a scene dropped from a fantasy you’d never let yourself think too hard about.

Your release doesn’t sneak up on you so much as it all falls upon you at once - rushing up on all sides to overwhelm you with heat and pleasure, hot and desperate jolts of electricity as your mouth falls open and you whine and your cunt clenches and tenses around your fingers and your release coats your fingers in an extra gush of wetness. You’re breathing heavily as you come, whining and whimpering filling the air of his cabin. 

“Mr Yang-- Welt, please-- I want you to come too--”

The way you say his surname and his forename and the little plea are all too much for him. His own breath labours as his hips stutter, and his cock jumps and jitters and twitches in his grip - and strings of his own pearl release paint your cunt like he’s marking you out as his. He chases the dregs of his orgasm, smearing his release all into your already-wet folds, making a mess of you - but as he does, you just sigh prettily and your fingers squeeze his own where they are entwined and he thinks he could stay here forever.

You’re both silent for a few moments, the air filled with the lightning crack of something changing. You look at one another and think how beautiful the other is, how every moment lives up to the fantasy--

“Mr Yang,” you say, shyly, when your breath has returned to normal. “I’d . . . like for you to know what some of your other fantasies are like. I-in person, I mean. For real.”

He looks at you. His other hand cups your cheek as he pulls your face forward, resting his forehead against yours. A soft smile plays on his lips.

“I would like that very much.”

[mrsjellymunson]

Hello! 👋

Hi, hello, I’m Kittie and I’m obsessed with Stranger Things, plus other weird and bizarre TV and films. Welcome to my Masterlist! (Yes, I’m finally calling it that 😆). I’m married to Eddie Munson and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I write for Eddie Munson (x fem! or gn!reader) and Steddie (for them and x reader), and very occasionally Joe Quinn. I hope to write for other characters at some point, and already have ideas for Mr Clarke and some of the girls.

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💗Fluff ❤️Mature themes ❤️‍🔥Smut 🖤Dark themes

MASTERLIST 👇👇👇👇

EDDIE MUNSON

Series/Multi-Parts:

THE BIOLOGY TUTOR 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader Eddie’s failing class, again, so you offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical

KNOCK AT THE CABIN ❤️🖤💗❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x fem!reader Post-S4, Upside Down exists. After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But how much has he changed?

DAMSELS & DEBAUCHERY: The D&D Chronicles Game 1: Start Something 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 DM!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Oneshots, 5+1’s, etc. (newest first):

That Was You? 💗 Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader 1.6k A meet cute in a record store

Take Care of Me 🖤❤️💗 Eddie Munson x fem!reader 7.4k Eddie rescues you after a disastrous date REQUESTED

The Boy Is Mine, Kittie’s edition 💗❤️ Eddie Munson x fem!reader 1.6k A romantic night in at the trailer, using prop & dialogue prompts

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman 💗 Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader ~2.1k A Valentine’s 5+1: Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

S.A.N.T.A. BABY 💗❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x fem!reader ~10k A festive 5+1: Five times you embarrass yourself in front of Eddie, and one time you don’t…

Hello, Stranger 💗❤️🖤 Eddie Munson x gn!reader 6.2k A stranger buys weird stuff at odd times, and as the cashier at the local hardware store you’re not sure what to make of it…

Leaving Hawkins? Come Again Soon! ❤️❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x Patrick Verona x fem!reader. Eddie and Patrick make your last night in Hawkins a memorable one (coming soon)

Ficlets, drabs, asks, headcanons (newest first):

Get Lucky 💗❤️ Corroded Coffin ficlet featuring Eddie Munson & Grant/‘unnamed freak’ 1k

A Crown For Your King 💗 Eddie Munson x gn!reader (ask)

What are those stains on Eddie’s mattress? 🤔 SFW Part 1💗 NSFW Part 2 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 (ask, headcanon)

Eddie Munson brings home a box of kittens 💗 (ask, headcanon)

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

Thinking About Dom!Eddie’s Thighs ❤️❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Something To Crow About 💗❤️ Eddie Munson x gn!reader Eddie dresses as Eric Draven (With NEW accompanying art and an edit with me in!! 😍)

STEDDIE

Series:

GOOD THINGS (COME IN THREES) Chapter One: Cabin Fever ❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie x older!fem!reader

Oneshots:

The Essence of You 💗❤️❤️‍🔥

Ficlets/minifics (mostly <600words, newest first):

Look At Me ❤️ Say Hello To My Little Friend 💗❤️

One Fine Day💗 A One Time Thing❤️‍🔥 I Need A Moment💗

“The Stuff”❤️‍🔥 The Counter Argument❤️‍🔥 Top & Tail💗❤️ Turning P!nk💗 Fool Me💗❤️

‘It’s My Birthday!’💗❤️ Pin Me❤️ The Edge of Insanity❤️❤️‍🔥 Fill Me (dom!Steve)❤️‍🔥

Fill Me (dom!Eddie)❤️‍🔥 Filler ❤️ Play Me💗 What’s His Name Again?💗

Find Me ❤️🖤 Teach Me❤️❤️‍🔥 Steve’s Keychain💗 Mud Cakes & Pancakes💗

Special Treatment v2❤️ Special Treatment v1❤️

JOSEPH QUINN

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be Joseph Quinn x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

Happy Halloween, Love ❤️❤️‍🔥🖤 Joseph Quinn x fem!reader, RPF 4.4k. Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet

STEVE HARRINGTON

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be celebrity!Steve Harrington or Joe Keery x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

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[froggy-demon]

Oh, Deer - Part One

A/N: This is going to be a looooooong fic, slow burn AlastorxOC, this is just what I have so far. I haven’t liked how OOC Alastor has been written, so hopefully you enjoy :) Part one has one trigger warning: drugs + date r@pe drugs.

Fic Summary Part One: Lilly meets Angel Dust and after a few close encounters is recruited by him to move into the Hazbin Hotel.

Part Two

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“LILLY!” My head snapped around at the sound of Velvette’s voice calling my name from across the studio. I flashed a “sorry” look to the  background actor I was attempting to get the measurements of and went to Velvette’s side. 

“Yes Ma’am?” I asked, standing stiffly, anticipating whatever she needed done that would be too boring or annoying for her to do herself.

“I need that fucking idiot off of my set. Now.” She hissed, jabbing a finger out at the offending party. There was only one person Velvette let boil her blood like that, and I didn’t want to deal with them either.

“Yes Ma’am.”

She mumbled to herself, something about cry babies and professionalism and staying the hell away from her as she stomped off to yell at another assistant. I turned my head to fully size up the situation, across the large expanse of the studio sat Valentino on an over stuffed couch with a hand gripping the upper arm of a studio aid who looked like he did not want to be there. Valentino always has a knack for running anything that isn’t his production off course. I held my clip board a little tighter as I made my way over to him. It was always odd to deal with Valentino, if he is causing big disruptions Velvette will call in the big guns, Vox, but for minor disturbances she seems to have no problem making me try to deal with it. Valentino being bored and taking that out on our crew did not qualify as a Vox problem. The clicking of my kitten heals against the floor stopped as I found myself standing in front of Valentino now, though he had not looked up from his hostage. The studio aid had a nervous smile on as Valentino had not let up his grip on the demon at all and as ranting on about ‘loyalty’ and ‘being respectful’. As intimidating as an angry overlord may be, I am far more scared of an angry Velvette than Valentino. 

“Mr. Valentino, may I steal back my aid? I’m afraid he is imminently needed on set.” I said coolly, it’s best to not give him any emotion he can twist just to get a rise out of you. 

“But then who will keep me company? Plus we are having such a good of a time, get someone else to do his job!” Valentino snarled, looking up at me over his sunglasses.

“Allow me to double check sir.” I replied, rolling my eyes mentally. I made a show of looking at my clip board, tapping my fingers on it, flipping between pages and then sighed. “Mr. Valentino, sir, I’m so sorry it would appear that no one else can cover for him. Maybe I can find someone else to keep you company.” He gave a dramatic sigh and released the poor sinner who quickly got up and scurried away. 

“You can keep me company then since you’re clearly not busy today.” He said as he lit a cigarette and flashed me a toothy smile. Right, not busy, sure. I smoothed out my skirt a little, I knew I didn’t want much alone time with Valentino, but I also still needed to actually get him out of the studio and preferably with something to keep him out. 

“Ms. Velvette has asked me to escort you to your suite, or studio” Or anywhere, but here. I stated plainly, he frowned. 

“So that bitch just sent you to get rid of me? Fuck her! I can do whatever I want, I can go wherever I want, she cannot tell me what to do!” Valentino jumped to his feet and picked a vase up off the table and before I could protest, threw it at the wall in frustration. Standing he was more menacing, it felt as though he was nearly double my height now. He adjusted his large fur coat as he took some deep breaths, if I wasn’t obligated to follow the instructions given to me I would have been anywhere but here at this point. I did not want to be the next assistant he quite literally tore into to vent his anger with Velvette. Despite my anxiety, I stayed poised. 

“And, Sir, where is it that you would like to go?” I ask keeping my tone level. Instead of replying he starts furiously texting on his phone. Satan help the soul in the other end. After a few moments he seemed to give up the texting route as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He looked back at me now and I attempted to not make eye contact, but also not look like I was trying to not make eye contact. 

“My suite. He should be there soon.” Valentino huffed and I nodded in response, allowing him to lead the way to an elevator that would presumably take us there. He looked back at me and as we reached the elevator placed a hand on the small of my back, a shiver ran up my spine. 

“You know Doll, I know you work for Velvette and everything, but this goody-two-shows, all-serious-business thing you have going on is quite…” he took a drag of his cigarette and then blew the smoke into my face. “...Profitable, if you’re ever looking to be bought out.” He flashed me another wide grin, like it was some great opportunity he was offering me to be a porn star instead of a wardrobe assistant. 

“I believe this is your floor, Sir.” I responded, avoiding the topic altogether as the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened straight to Valentino’s suite, it was massive as well of course, but laying on the largest couch in the room was a white spider demon who looked up at Valentino though his eyelashes and flashed a cheesy smile. 

“I didn’t realize you were bringing company, Val.” he teased and sat up. Valentino seemed very pleased to see him and strides across the room to meet him. 

“I was just ensuring Mr. Valentino got where he was going.” I turned to Valentino a bit, though he could no longer care less that I was here. “Thank you, Sir.” I added and stepped back into the elevator to return to work as moans start to fill the room. As soon as the elevator is back to Velvette’s studio I saw her with a line of models in front of her as she tore apart everything wrong with their hair, makeup, and outfits. Without casting a look my way she calls out, “LILLY! It’s about damn time, fucking hell!” And began listing off all of the things she had thought to tell me to do in the last 15 minutes. And so the day dragged on and on and on. 

By the end of my day I am exhausted and I have the choice between going back to my shitty apartment with my roommate who I honestly think is trying to poison me, or go out and drink that worry away. While my feet are tired of these shoes and I know my hair has seen better days, I’ll take alcohol poisoning over regular poisoning any day. I let my hair down and walk myself to a near by bar that I like, they have the best espresso martini on this side of hell by far. I sit at the bar and order exactly that when I catch a familiar shape out of the corner of my eye, it’s that spider demon that was with Val, small ring of hell I guess. He is sat laughing with a group of demons, I don’t give them much thought though because I hear a friendly voice come up behind me. 

“Lilly, sweetheart, fancy seeing you here!” I swiveled around to be face to face with a long time friend, Cherri. She flashed that trademark smile and I knew she was hatching some kind of an idea.

“Hey Cherri, didn’t expect to see you over on this side of hell, you usually prefer to kick it over in Pentagram City, what brings you out?” I offer her the seat next to me and she hops up crossing one leg over the other. She quickly flags the bartender and orders a double shot of tequila. 

“Oh just dropping in on an old mate of mine, have I ever introduced you two? You know HE knows how to party with me, maybe you could learn a thing or two Little Miss Lightweight!” She jokingly elbowed me in the side and I smiled and swatted her away. Cherri threw back her shot and ordered two more doubles, sliding one over to me “Join us?” Cherri got this glint in her eye and I knew that she had made up her mind: I was joining them. 

“You know I can’t keep up with you, not after dealing with Velvette all day and god the tantrum Valentino threw today-“ Cherri grabbed my shoulder and for a moment gave me a very serious sober look, she glanced around and then looked me in the eye again and very carefully told me, “look, absolutely no Valentino talk tonight, okay?” I nodded yes, a little taken aback. Cherri had never stopped me from ranting about work before, but I trust her judgment if it’s that serious. I downed my shot and grabbed my martini, Cherri already have three more doubles in her hands as she hopped down and sauntered over to the exact demon I had noticed a few minutes ago. I suppressed a smile, they looked like they went together. Cherri shooed away the demons at the table with him and he quirked an eyebrow up at me. 

“Aye, haven’t I seen you recently?” He asked as I slid in the booth next to Cherri, she passed out the shots. 

“Angie, this is Lilly. Lills, this is Angle Dust.” Cherri introduced us and Angel stuck out a free hand to shake mine which I accepted. I don’t love mixing work and fun. I don’t know about having a night out with someone else who works for the Vs…but if Cherri knows him he can’t be too bad, right? 

“I believe, we briefly met this afternoon, but let’s leave the work stuff at work.” I said and gave a small smile, taking my next shot.

“I cannot agree more!” Angel said and Cherri laughed. She pulled out 3 small bags with a couple of pills each and held them up for Angel. 

“I hope you don’t think we’re just taking shots all night!” She sang giving one to each of us. 

“You know,” Angel said, popping it in his mouth and washing it down with his tequila, “Val said you were a tight ass, what the fuck does he know!” Angle and Cherri laughed and I sipped my martini as the music playing blared in the background, seemingly getting louder. Tonight might actually not suck. 

And then I woke up. 

I rubbed my eyes awake, trying to take stock of myself and my surroundings, and retracing my steps. Cherri is next to me in bed, okay that’s a start. Is it my bed? Yes. Okay even better. Angel was nowhere to be seen though. Do I remember him leaving? Hell I don’t even remember leaving the bar myself. But I don’t feel horrific so, things could be worse. What time is it? 6am, perfect just in time for work, ugh. 

“Cherri-berry, I have to go to work,” I gently shook her to wake her up, brushing the hair out of her face. “I have to get dressed, if my roommate offers you ANYTHING do not take it, it is poison.” She groans to confirm she heard me and I set off to get my ass out the door on time. I rip off yesterday’s outfit and replace it with a black sleeveless dress with a high slit, run a brush through my hair, brush my teeth and gently shoo a groggy Cherri out the door while refusing the coffee being offered by my roommate. 

It felt like I had been through this day at work a million times. Sometimes all the little problems in productions and costuming just run together, it becomes mind numbing to distinguish between 666 News, whatever newest sitcom we’re running, daytime talk shows, and whatever trash Vox is pushing to melt the brains of sinners. While trying to track down the extra mannequins needed for the next lineup I was pleasantly surprised to see a white tuff of hair attached to some very long legs rounding the corner down the hall ahead of me, maybe he had a better idea of how last night went, or I could at least say it was nice to properly meet him while it’s just the two of us. 

“Angel Dust!” I called out and walked a little faster to catch up to him. “Hello! I just wanted to say-“ I stopped as soon as I rounded the corner, Angel wasn’t alone, Valentino was with him. Val had one arm wrapped around Angel’s shoulders and I think Valentino is one of the few demons that can manage to make Angle actually look small. They had stopped walking, Angle was still staring a head, unmoving, but Valentino was looking at me with an anger I couldn’t explain. A shiver run down my back and I found myself standing very still, I tried to remember not to show emotion, but it’s different when you’re caught by surprise. I didn’t want to be the first one to speak, but I also knew I shouldn’t leave until the silence was broken. 

“Aw c’mon Val, she must be a fan of mine.” He turned around and gave me that same toothy grin as yesterday with a hand on his hip and another twirling a stand of hair. “Tell me, Doll, what’s your favorite video of mine?” He teased. Val did not seem pleased yet though. 

“Aren’t you that bitch from yesterday? Unless you changed your mind about working for me, fuck off.” He growled, and Angel gave me a look that said that’s the best out I’m going to get. 

“Yes Sir, thank you.” I said with a slightly bowed head, I nodded to Angel and promptly turned around to find my way to anywhere but here. Note to self, try not to make an overlord your enemy. I trekked on to find my mannequins for Velvette and got on with my day.

I wanted to go home and curl up in bed, but if I did that I would only think about how utterly stupid I had been today with Angel and Valentino. Not only could I barely keep my cool, it was ridiculous to even try to say hi to Angel at work in the first place. Nope, I did not want to wallow in my own self pity and hatred at home all night. So I went out, hoping to find some club to lazily move though and let someone buy me one too many drinks until all the sudden it’s tomorrow and I can repeat the whole damn cycle again. I walked a few blocks before I finally found somewhere that looked right, Nightmare Nightclub, and once I was in I made my way up to the bar. I tried to flag the bartender, but she was quite busy. 

“You have such lovely hair, has anyone ever told you that?” I felt an arm snake around my waist as he said it, but I didn’t know that voice. I turned my head to see whoever this stranger is and was met with the sight of a red hell-borne with blue horns just a few inches longer than his hair, and a wide smirk. He wasn’t bad looking, but the night was juuust starting. 

“Y’know I don’t think they have,” I spun around in place so I was at least facing him as he held onto me. “You can tell me just what else looks lovely on me if you can get the bartender to put a drink in my hand.” I smiled and he seemed eager to take on the challenge, puffing up his chest and going to get the bartender’s attention. While he’s busy I scan the room, it’s mostly dance floor that’s hard to see too much though with the mass of people mixing with the low and colorful lights, then booths lining the wall for any interested in a less public place to talk. If it wasn’t proving so hard to get a drink myself I might have walked off in that moment, but I needed something to distract myself. 

“You didn’t say what to get so I figured we’d start off with something quick, a whiskey neat for the lady, and for me” he chuckled as he handed one of of the glasses, not my drink of choice, but that’s what I get I suppose. I knocked it back and set the glass back down on the bar just a step away. 

“Thank you, that’s the least horrible tasting whiskey I’ve ever had!” I smiled a little at my own joke as he drank his and set down his own glass. The demon placed his hands on my hips from behind me, I became suddenly aware of the sharp nails at the end of fingers, more like claws than hands.

“Why don’t you join me at our booth? I know some people who I think would like meeting you.” He said into my ear. Normally I’m more hesitant, but I let him walk me over to a booth far from the entrance and the dance floor, but at least it was a little quieter over here. When we got there there were 4 other similar looking demon men sitting there. “Gentlemen I’ve found a lady willing to keep us company, don’t scare her away.” He teased his friends as we sat down, one of them motioned to a passing waitress and she nodded, assumingely for drinks. “I’m so rude though, what was your name?” he asked me as the other man beside me put his arm over my shoulders and the original demon’s arm found its way back to my waist.

“Lillian, but please, I prefer Lilly, and you?” I asked him and then glanced at the others around the table. The waitress brought over a tray of drinks and some shots for the table and began setting them down. 

“Sebastian, these are just my friends that I’m out with tonight.” He slid a cocktail in front of me, “Another drink? Maybe this one will be a bit better than ‘least horrible’." He watched me try my drink and admittedly it was pretty good, some fruity mix. "Let me know when you want another, you're drinking on me tonight sweet stuff." That, I don't mind. He sipped his whiskey and began to fiddle with the hem of the slit on my dress.

I knew his game, get a couple drinks in me and then ditch his buddies so we can sneak off somewhere, that was also my game tonight. Still it's early, I should pace myself this drink must be pretty strong because I felt a little lightheaded already. I realized I needed to know how to make small talk, neither in life nor afterlife has that been my strong suit. "So, Sebastian, when you aren't buying overpriced drinks for girls what are you up to?" I teased, drinking some more.

He seems to think about it for a moment, maybe not everyone wants to talk about their job, or they don't have one to talk about. "Oh nothing too fun, I'd rather hear about you, I think this lot is tired of hearing me bitch about all the stupid fucks at work." He said earning a couple of laughs from the other demons. I glanced around the table and Sebastian pressed his claws into my side a little, not enough to hurt, but enough to say we wanted a response. He scooted my drink closer to me again, encouraging more. I finished what was left of my drink and more was ordered.

"I don't have time to get up to anything very interesting. I work for 666 News and the rest of the TV studio in wardrobe, or really as a task rabbit for whatever Velvette tells me to do." I say and the waitress brings over another round. Sebastian drums his fingers on me and flashes me another smile. There was a bit of ringing in my ears, maybe the music was too loud for me, but it felt far away.

"Well there are worst way to spend your days here I suppose, they haven't killed you yet so you can't be too shit at the job either!" He says and grabs my second drink from the demon with his arm over my shoulder and gives it to me. "You out here all alone tonight?"

I had to give it to him he was at least charming, scary, but charming. "Well-" I took a sip of my drink, but watched as Sebastian’s face fell into a scowl as he looked out of the booth before I could finish answer. My eyes went to meet what he was looking at, but my ears found it first. 

“There you are tuts! You promised to let me know if you were running off!” It was Angel, but why was Angel here? He looked at the demon with his arm firmly holding my waist, his eyes lacked their usual carefree spirit. “We were just headed out.” Angle Dust reached across the table to grab my wrist, but the two demons had a better grip on me and I was beginning to feel dizzy between my head and the lights. 

I blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of the situation.“Angel, yeah, we wanted some air. I want some air.” I looked back down at my drink and Angel slid it away from me with another arm. He leaned in close to Sebastian and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Sebastian begrudgingly released his grip on me and after a look his colleague did the same and Angel practically yanked me out of the booth. He kept one pair of hands on my shoulders leading me to the door and used the other set to keep people out of our way. 

“You got some self destructive tendencies babe I can tell yah that.” He chirped. I still didn’t feel any better than I had sitting down inside. 

“What can I say, I’m here for a reason.” But I felt far away, and really I was glad Angel was there. We made it outside and I think it is the only time I have been happy to breathe in the ‘fresh’ hell air. 

“Listen I may not know you well, or really even at all, but” he looked away from me, fiddling with his gloves a little. “you gotta be careful going out like that. I’ve seen that scenario play out a hundred times and let me tell yah, 5:1 is not a good ratio. I’ve seen that video babe, hell I’ve made that video. I wouldn’t recommend it.” Angel had one hand on my shoulder and I suddenly felt my face get warm with embarrassment and shame, but I could focus on his words less and less. “You gotta be aware, that guy he-“ 

I'm starting to think he put something in my drink.

I remember being outside and the club had been so hot that the regular air almost stung my skin like the cold. I remember standing up trying to listen to Angel, god he was saying something important too I really wanted to listen. And I remember that feeling of falling, like when you nearly fall asleep and your brain goes into free fall mode. For a second there isn’t really an up or down or left and right, just the air you’re moving through. Luckily I don’t actually remember hitting the ground, judging by my headache though I’d guess it was pretty hard. 

I open my eyes, but this time I’m not back in my room. Is this Angel’s place? It’s…nicer than I imagined. And bigger? I sit up from the couch that I’d been laid on, holding my head with one hand. Hopefully I only bumped the back of my head, Velvette would be pissed if I scratched up my face. Looking around the room, I’m in a library maybe more so a study. It’s me, the couch, a warm fireplace and whole walls of books. Interesting, Angel didn’t strike me as much of a reader. I swing my legs over the side of the couch getting ready to stand up, but my whole body begs me to stay down. I groan as my feet meet the cool floor. 

“Did I hear signs of life?” Thank goodness, Angel. He walked in and leaned down towards me, grabbing my face to make sure I looked alright. I grunted when he lifted my head back and he sighed. “Well you look alright, but you sound like you don’t feel great, huh?” He had this little ‘I-Told-You-So’ look and to be fair he was right. 

“Goodmorning to you too.” I pushed him back and stood up, stretching out the aches on my arms. “Is this your place?” I ask him rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He looks back to the open doorway and then closes the door, as if someone is listening. 

“Yes, and no, mostly no, but I live here!” He said excitedly. He sat me back down and paced in front of me. “So the hotel you see, which we’re in, let’s you stay for free so long as you are ‘working towards redemption’ or whatever!” He explained, using air quotes. Yeah that sounds too good to be true to me. I may be fresh, but it’s not my first day in hell. 

“Yeah and which overlord sold you THAT bullshit?” I crossed my arms, skeptical. Angel furrowed his brow and shook his head. 

“No overlord, it’s run by Charlie Morningstar, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of her. She’s just the Princess of Hell!” That caught my attention. What does the princess care though? “She might be the only actually nice person in all of hell. The rest of the staff is slightly more rough, but not bad.” He sounded like he was building up to something, but how much bigger does ‘You crashed at the Princess of Hell’s place’ does it get? 

“Well I’m glad you’ve got a cool situation going with them, and thank you for looking out for me. You didn’t have to do that, especially since I pissed off Valentino.” Angel looked away from me at that, staring into the fire for a moment. 

“It’s no big deal.” He turned back to me with a wide smile. “My point was though, I was completely under Val’s thumb ‘til I moved in here. You seem to me to be under someone’s thumb too, I’m sure they’d be happy to have yah if you wanted to stay here.” He seemed surprisingly earnest. I mean I pay practically every penny I make to live in a rat infested apartment with someone who I’m pretty sure is trying to kill me, so at worst someone tries to kill me for free right? 

“I don’t know maybe-“

“DID I HEAR A YES?!!” The door flung open and a very smiley blonde stood in the middle, sporting a deep red suit, squealing with excitement. To the side was another demon with long grey hair, missing an eye, but she was focused on the blonde more so than me. 

Angel huffed and tried to shoo the two girls away “NO you did not, you are going to freak her out and scare her away, fuck off!” The Blonde bypassed him and strutted up to me on the couch and held out a hand for me to shake. 

“Pleased to meet you! I’m Charlie! This is my hotel, oh and that’s Vaggie, and you know Angel, and I’ll introduce you to everyone else in a moment, and I can give you the full tour, and we’ll find you a room! I’m so excited!” She grabbed my hands, positively giddy. Can you say no to the Princess of Hell? Would Lucifer swoop in and exterminate me himself? I glanced at the annoyed looking Angel who was staring down Charlie and I smiled.

“I’d love that, thank you.” I replied and she pulled me in for a bear hug, not my thing. She stood back up and smoothed out her suit and I stood too. The other girl, Vaggie it would seem, stepped further into the room and smiled, though it did not seem to come as naturally to her as it did Charlie. I forced myself to stand up and tried to smooth out my hair.

“We’re happy to have you, Angel said it’s Lilly right?” Vaggie asked and held Charlie’s free hand as Charlie had linked our arms. 

“Yes, I’m…happy to be here.” Angel gave me four thumbs up and Charlie lead us out of the room. She excitedly explained her plan, to teach sinners how to be better and get them to heaven in order to avoid extermination by ascending instead. We reached the foyer which lead to most of the main level rooms, and where it looked like she had gathered the rest of the hotel staff. 

“Lilly this is Niffty, our maid-“

“Reporting for duty!” And then she flung a dagger at a nearby roach with a menacing laugh.  

“Husk, the bartender-“

“Nice to meet you.” He did not look up from the glass he was cleaning and inspecting, but it was more than nothing. 

“And, uh-“

I felt a hand land on my shoulder and heard someone clear their throat directly behind me. “I’m Alastor, charmed to meet you!” His voice sounded like it came from somewhere entirely detached from his body, as if it was being filtered in some way. I flinched at the surprise contact and looked up at the demon responsible. 

He had the widest toothy grin I’d ever seen, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, they carried a sinister look that felt like he was seeing every weak point of mine in that moment. His suit was similar to Charlie’s, though more refined. Really her suit was a less nice version of his. He took a step away, removing his hand and stood by Charlie’s side, smile never faltering. I knew that name, that voice was familiar, why can’t I place it?

“-The Hotel’s manager!” 

“Alastor is an overlord," Angel whispered in my ear "but he just got back from being missing, I can’t figure out his deal, but I thiink I’m wearing tall dark and handsome there down.” Angel threw a wink to Alastor. Of course, that voice. Who could forget his broadcasts, not that long ago it felt like. I can’t believe here he is just standing here, playing with the Princess of Hell. What the fuck is this place?

“Please to meet you all, I’m Lilly, thank you for letting me stay here.” I said keeping my even tone that I usually save for work. I don’t want to come off cold, but also I also can’t immediately be a target here. I mumbled chorus of ‘Hello’ and ‘whatever’ comes from the staff. 

“Okay babe, I think she gets the idea, let’s try not to overwhelm new guests.” Vaggie says to Charlie, giving her hand a squeeze. Charlie gives her a soft smile and then turns back to me. 

“Ooookayyy! You are welcome to find a room that can be yours and explore the place. If you get lost we are never too far away!” Charlie said and then Vaggie and her set off back to whatever they had been doing before I woke up. Husk sighed in relief and went back to straightening his bar, pouring himself a drink. Niffty scurried off presumably to stab more bugs. I turned to Angel, who I guess at this point is my new friend, and he seemed to know what I was thinking. 

“Yes there is a super fucking cute room across the hall from mine that you should take, I’ll show you the way!” Angel lead me up the grand staircase and we made our way up to the 6th floor. 

It was a lot to take in. Getting roofied, and now I live in Rainbow Hotel with Princess Sparkles and an incredibly murderous deer demon? Cool, that’s totally normal. 

“Angel, can I ask-“ I paused to wait for his confirmation. “-should I never say hello if I see you at work? Valentino seems particularly.. territorial over you. And frankly he is fucking intimidating as shit on his best days.”  I look at my feet as we walk down the hall and Angel doesn’t respond for a moment. 

“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid, but Val has a short temper so I tend to avoid it the best I can. That’s probably the only fucking thing that would make him happy, if he was the only demon in all of hell who got to talk to me.” Angel was pissed off, and he had every right to be. He took a couple deep breathes and smoothed his hair. “So that should work, don’t worry though, babe, that’s just work. Here are our rooms!” Angel beamed with pride at his bedroom door, it was decorated though mostly it looked like with notes from Charlie. He walked over to a blank door just a step across the hall for his long legs. “This one is yours!”

We walked in and it was more than my apartment was that’s for sure. Nothing fancy, a bed with white duvet and pillows, a dresser, and a desk with a lamp, but it was still more than enough. For the first time since arriving in hell I almost actually felt lucky. “Oh it’s perfect! This bed is twice the size of mine back home!” I flopped onto the bed and dust rose up around me, causing a coughing fit. “Okay maybe it needs a clean before it’s perfect perfect.” We both laughed and he walked towards the door. 

“Try to get some more sleep tonight, we’ll worry about how shit it looks tomorrow!” And he went back to his room across the hall. I tried to lay down, but my mind was racing and even though I knew I was alone it felt like I was being watched by an unseen party. I huffed and dragged myself back downstairs, to the bar, what are the odds Husk is still there? If he isn’t is it totally against the rules to get a drink myself? Luckily he was there and he rolled his eyes when he saw me.

“Haven’t you had enough tonight, given you were literally drugged just a few hours ago?” He asked dryly, folding his arms over his chest. I sat down on a barstool in front of him and waved off his question. 

“Oh please, I had one little sip that just put my out of it for a little bit. I’m fine now and looking for something to occupy my mind. Can I please have a drink, Sir?” I smiled unconvincingly, batting my eyelashes at him sarcastically. 

“Ah whatever.” he huffed and began mixing something up for me. I kicked my feet a little in the air as I waited. Why does he work here anyway? Clearly he doesn’t seem to like it. Husk sat the drink in front of me on the bar and I happily took a sip, admittedly this mystery concoction was pretty good. “Anything else you need from me tonight?” 

“Hmm, a vodka double shot to-go should have me set for the night.” He grabbed a second glass and poured exactly that for me. I traced the rim of my glass with one finger and decided to ask one last thing. “Hey I know it’s my first night and all, but…do you ever get the feeling someone is watching you around here?” 

Husk looked side to side and then nodded “it’s because you are. Alastor, he can move through shadows. He could be watching and listening from any dark spot here.” Then he raised his voice just a little. “Which is why I only say the mean things about you in my head!” Clearly directed to an eavesdropping Alastor. 

A chuckle came from the corner and out stepped the Radio Demon himself and his grand smile. “So you caught me! It’s always good to know who exactly you’re getting into bed with y’know! Or in this case in a hotel with!” He quipped, leaning on his cane. Husk wasn't kidding. Of all the rumors and stories I've heard about the Radio Demon shadow walking was not one of them, you would think that would be good to know.

“Well, Mr. Alastor, Sir, do you mind at least leaving me be while I try to sleep in my own room?” I asked allowing a hint of sarcasm to drip into my voice, making him laugh. He walked over to me and leaned down slightly so we were eye level. 

“I’m afraid I am not in the business of making promises that I cannot keep my dear!” He sounded cheerful still but I knew he was dead serious. “Also, ‘Mr. Alastor’ is so formal, we’re all friends here! Please, just call me Alastor, but you can keep the ‘Sir’ if you really want.” Husk rolled his eyes at the ‘all friends’ part, but I am still not going out of my way to anger an overlord, even one who did drop off the map for seven years.

“Oh, of course, yes, Sir. Just Alastor it is then.” I replied with a smile. I finished my cocktail and picked up my double shot, hopping down from my seat which put some needed space between me and Alastor. “Thanks for the company, but I think I should try to get a couple more hours of sleep tonight. I attempted to turn and walk away but Alastor appeared directly in front of me, blocking my path. 

“It might be best if I escort you up to your room, wouldn’t want you getting lost or anything happening to our new guest on your way there!” Alastor insisted, looking me in the eye. This wasn’t a request. I suppose it is natural he would feel a little protective of the hotel if he really does care about this, I’m some stranger who is moving in I wouldn’t trust me either. 

“Of course.” I say. He turns around and starts leading the way, humming to himself. We walk in silence to the elevator, the exhaustion of the night starts to set in and my headache comes back, I drink my to-go booze hoping to hell it will help. Once we’re in the elevator I lean against the wall a bit, Alastor raises an eyebrow at me. 

“Tired now are we? Not sure that liqueur is helping any.” He chuckled, eying me. I pushed myself up off the wall and stood up straight, smoothing out my dress.

“It’s been a long day, and an even longer night. I’m very much looking forward to a couple hours of actual rest.” I responded, watching the numbers tick up to the sixth floor. 

“Very well, sleep tight.” He told me with a gentle push to the opening elevator doors. I looked back into the elevator, but he was gone into the shadows. I just went to my room, tried to floof off as much dust as possible from the bed and got a good few hours of sleep, it felt like the first time in a hundred years I had gotten proper sleep. 

part two

[kth1]

BR: Red Eyes (m) | KTH

Red Eyes [Taehyung x Reader]

⟶ Genre: Vampire Au | Smut | 18+ ⟶ WC: 20k+ ⟶ Warnings: slight sugar daddy taehyung, slight dom/sub themes, shower scene, soft massaging, featuring vamp!jin and vamp!jungkook, oral (f), fingering, biting, name-calling, descriptions of rough sex, blood warning, nipple play, creampie, semi aftercare, vamp blood can be used as a heal and could be a hallucinogen, etc ⟶ Summary: You begin to figure out that Taehyung is a man of his word. Slowly but surely you’re slipping further into the expanse of his expensive world. But are you willing to accept? ⟶ Beta: Thank you all for assisting me through this fic and pointing out the areas I need to work on. This has come a long way but I'm happy to get it out into the world! @amourtae @jeonjcngkook @caelesjjk​  ⟶ Author’s note: Surprise! Over a year and a half later after the release Black Ravens, I finally decided to dedicate myself to a series! I never stopped thinking about the what ifs with vampire Tae, especially the one I wrote. I hope people give love to this, I really do. If I forgot any warnings, please contact me.

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It’s dark beneath your eyelids, but you’re too lazy to open them. 

Something — a distant noise of some sort — stirs you from your sleep. 

The smell of burnt incense mixed with freshly turned earth fills your nostrils as you take in a heavy breath. Your head rolls to the side, landing on an even softer cool plush of — what feels like — a pillow crafted by the Gods themselves. It cradles your head delicately, like placing a newborn baby down in its crib for a sweet night.

Deep voices whisper about; hushed tones purposely low to avoid your ears. It all sounds faint, muffled from your hazy sleep-state. You couldn’t care less about what’s to be said. The bed you're residing in feels like it stretches for miles as it makes sure to hold you captive in its undeniable comfort anyways. 

There’s no question how much your body is begging for rest; you can barely move to a new position without a strong ache protesting against your muscles. The comforter draped over your limp body is cool to the touch, a soft fur-like fabric cuddling every inch of your body. Thankfully, it hordes all your body heat underneath it.

But, who dares disturb your slumber at this time? 

It’s hard to make out the words each voice speaks at first. Both are deep with respect, conducting a tune to your ears like a lullaby. 

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive.”

“She’s not going to be happy about her.”

You register the melodic tune of one of those voices. No doubt in your mind it sounds exactly like Taehyung. Oddly, with that knowledge of his presence you feel slightly more at ease. Ready to admit defeat to Mr. Sandman with no hesitation.

“Just… don’t worry about it. It’s my choice, not hers.”

There’s a pause between the two voices. It feels as if you caught yourself napping and missed out on the rest of their conversation. You beg your own body to get comfortable once again, clutching your arms needily around a nearby pillow as you hold it closer to your frame. The soreness of your muscles ache, body feeling beaten and ravaged. You feel the tightness of your neck and back grinding with the way you bend, objecting to any sudden or harsh movements.

The pain comes from the last thing you remember – being pinned down and clutched by a leeching vampire by the name of Taehyung.

A single palm comes resting against the top of your head, lengthy cool fingers pet away the stray hairs falling into your face. You feel frozen from the gesture, though the hand feels like it’s encouraging you.

With a voice that reaches straight to your bones, you hear the calming words, “Go back to sleep, kitten.” 

You’re not positive when you fully come back to your senses. Blaming the sweltering heat rising from under the covers, you push off the fabrics piece by piece until only a thin sheet rests over your frame. The uncomfortable tightness in your lower abdomen constantly reminds you of an urgent need, begging for you to relieve the tension before it becomes too painful holding it in. Once your eyes flutter open, wiping away the hard crusts that formed, you begin to ponder your surroundings. 

A burning fireplace sits at the far end of the room, crackling wood bends at the fire’s warmth. Ash gray walls surround you, hinted with intricate etchings on the baseboards and a collection of black and white paintings. A sheer black canopy falls loose off the top of the bed frame, draping down around the mattress of which you still lay.

Everything that you set your eyes upon just screams the word expensive.

You don’t recall a place as such, most definitely not your own room nor any from Black Ravens. As you start to search for answers, you twist your head to view a row of black blinds shut tight against a large window. Perhaps seeing outside would help, maybe you can recognize the area.

Slowly, you’re able to shift your body up the bed even though your pain argues against the actions. When your legs manage to hang off the side, seconds from your feet touching the darkened wood flooring, a soft noise startles you.

To your left, nearly blending in with the curtain of the bed, stares two copper eyes. The sound you hear is nothing but a soft meow from an observing cat batting its tail slowly. Its whiskers pucker as it sniffs the air just before it stands up, stretching its lengthy limbs and scooting itself off the covers. You watch the line of its path straight to the crack of a doorway as its paws pad softly against the flooring. 

Through the opening crease, you notice the amenities of a bathroom. Instantly, it reminds you of how badly your body needs to be taken care of, and now with direction, you follow the innocent feline into the separate room.

You wince at the light that clicks on, blinding your sight momentarily and causing you to stumble into the side of the sink’s counter. You curse under your breath, hand covering your eyes until you bypass the cat which sits promptly up on a towel drawer until you find the seat of the toilet.

Surprisingly, you find that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Only an abnormally large plain shirt thrown on you, loose like a dress and drops low to accommodate your body and covering the important parts. You recognize it as one of Black Raven’s “cover up” shirts, mainly worn after a participant's clothes have been ruined. You hoist the fabric upon sitting down, ready to do your deed, until you lock eyes with the waiting cat.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” Your poor fragile voice sounds more hoarse than you anticipated. Your vocal cords strain roughly.

You huff to yourself, shaking your head a little at the ridiculousness of questioning the animal. But as if it understands you, it turns its head away from you as if you’re not good enough for its attention.

Your eyes scan down and disapprove of all the markings left on your legs, wounds all pinched shut and coating over with fresh layers of scabs. One bite mark looks particularly angry, it hurts to the touch. As you lift the fabric on your body higher, you notice more.

“Taehyung really went to town on me…” you mumble to yourself.

Bruises litter your hip, even a scratch mark rakes down your waist. If you weren’t so into the pleasurable state of sex, you’re sure all these blemishes would have been more painful. More noticeable.

Pieces of your memory mold back together the more you wake up. Finishing yourself with the toilet, you find yourself staring far too long into the lengthy mirror above the sink. You study the discolored markings, how drained your face looks as it stares back at you in the reflection. The liveliness of your body looks as dull as ever, these grotesque markings are no help at all thanks to Taehyung.

Well… you remember three were from his elusive coven mate, Jimin.

The clear glass of the shower door calls your attention in the background of your scenery. What you would give to shove your entire face under the showerhead and watch the water swirl down the drainage pipe. To have the hot water cascade across your cold skin and to be engulfed by the steam hovering your own body.

However, those blissful thoughts snap in two when the cat meows at you once again. 

It stands proudly, jumping down and out the door. When it doesn’t feel your presence following suit, it calls to you again. 

So the cat is leading you around now, is it?

It paces quickly to another door hidden from the view of the bed and begins scratching at the bottom edge of the frame. The poor thing must have been locked inside of here with no way out, you think. 

Ignoring the pains pricking at your muscles, you step up to the door to twist the crystalline knob and open it just enough for the feline to step through. The crack is just enough to give you a view of a lengthy hallway, endlessly trailing to God knows where. 

You close the door as silently as possible before rushing yourself back to the bathroom for that heavenly shower you desperately need. Collecting all the materials you may want to use, mainly a few towels to wash and dry your body that you found in a nearby closet, you briskly twist the shower’s nozzle and test the temperature of the running water.

“You’re awake,” a deep voice comes out from behind you. 

It nearly causes you to jump forward into the glass shower door, but luckily you catch yourself from being too dramatic.

“I… uh –” 

“– Good evening,” Taehyung smiles. His eyes trail your figure, watching the way you hold the towels closer to your body the moment you look back at him. “How are you feeling, kitten?” 

You nod slowly while you take a more casual stance as you face him. His gorgeous hazel eyes melt you like butter sitting in the sun for too long, turning liquidy the longer you stare back into those crisp irises. 

“Not going to speak?” He lifts an eyebrow as he takes a step inside the bathroom. His foot kicks the door closed behind him as he begins to shrug out of the denim jacket he wears. The fabric collides with the tile floor below as he continues his actions with other pieces of his clothing. “It’s quite alright. Take your time warming up to me.”

“A–Are you going to take a shower?” You blink at him, trying to process the reason why one by one his clothes are being thrown off his body. He doesn’t hesitate at all, minding you no business as all you can do is watch him as you stand there stunned.

“We are,” he tosses you a toothy grin.

The second his underwear slinks down his lengthy legs you immediately shoot your eyes up to the ceiling. As if you have never seen this man naked before and that you owe him the decency of privacy. Or maybe, you are just too terribly nervous with how fast paced and nonchalant the situation turned into.

“We?” You repeat with a higher tone than anticipated. 

He chuckles softly, combing his fingers through his hair to push back those curly strands before looking at you. He hums in approval as he steps in front of you, hands coming to touch along your arms. You smell a whiff of his woodsy aroma, a scent you can never pinpoint, but it is the only smell you associate this vampire with. 

Unique to him and him alone. 

There’s amusement on his face as he looks over you, pulling your body closer to his until you’re pressed against his front. 

“Is someone worked up?” He quizzes you as one hand comes down to clasp the hem of the massively oversized shirt you’re wearing. “I can hear your heart racing. I bet you can hear it too.” 

He’s swift at pulling the towels away from your arms, and even quicker with pulling up the material of your shirt even when you protest a second too late. It is up and over your head before you realize it, clasping your arms across your chest and immediately burying yourself into his frame to hide any inch of yourself that you can. 

“Tae!” You screech. All your muscles yell back at you with all of the sudden movements your body makes. “Wait, no. Please!”

He places his large hand on the side of your head, tilting your face to look at his. The other palm soothes over your back and down your spine, pressing you softly into him as the two of you stand there completely bare. 

“There, there, kitten. You’re safe with me,” he grins as he turns your head, hooking his thumb under your jaw. His eyes trail over the marks on your body, humming to himself every time he spots a discoloration to your skin. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You have been out for a while and I haven’t been able to properly wash you.” 

Lightly, he places a kiss on your temple. 

“What do you mean I’ve ‘been out for a while’?” 

You watch through the corner of your eyes at the way his free hand opens the glass door and reaches in to twist the nozzle. Water comes rushing out of the top of the area, replicating a waterfall from a cluster of rocks. Matching tiling from the floor compliments the earthy coloring of the walls. A few eucalyptus plants hang from one small section right above a built-in slab that serves as a seat or placement for shower products. 

“You’ve been asleep for about a day and a half,” he admits.

Taehyung inhales deeply against your hairline, placing one last peck to your head before moving the two of you into this extravagant shower. Surprisingly, the water didn’t need time to warm up – instantly being the perfect temperature to heat up your cold body. He allows you to step under first, letting you rinse off. The more your body intakes the new found warmth the more it loosens up your muscles.

“Really?” You chirp back with astonishment, voice cracking angrily at the force. “Wait, it’s Sunday now?” 

Before you can step away, Taehyung holds you in place with his hands. He joins you under the falling water, dipping his face under the rushing liquid before whipping it away. 

“Really.” 

“Where are all my things? I’m not supposed to be here. I had plans for… Oh, he’s going to ki –” 

Taehyung hushes you, using his hands to knead into your arms and up to your shoulders. “Don’t worry. All of your belongings are with me. I took care of your absence by replying to your friend and letting them know you weren’t feeling well. Besides,” he grins when your body twists in pain from the massage he is giving you, “I did a number on you and I told you I’m going to take care of you.”

His hands are like corrupting black magic, wielding you like a puppet. You’re not sure what to blame between the ache in your muscles or tiredness you continue to feel, but the sorcery of twists and turns his fingertips do to you makes you thaw completely into his palms. Making you forget how important your plans are and falling head over heels for the tall vampire before you.

You’ll deal with the consequences of your failed plans later.

“Where does it hurt?” He speaks softly as he tests out areas of your back and neck. 

You respond in the same tone, fluttering your eyes whenever he flicks over a taut muscle, “Everywhere.” 

He pulls you forward along with him, taking the opportunity to sit himself down on the stone slab and you sideways on his lap. Taehyung is faster than you, as usual; his quick movements allow him to snatch a loofah and bar of soap all while pressing a button on the side of the wall. It changes the location and direction of waterflow. He grips a metal faucet that hooks off from the wall, twisting it from its hinge and dragging the spray of water to aim across you.

Taehyung analyzes each bite wound on your body as the spongy loofa glides over them. If it were any other time, you’d begin to feel a nervous tension between the oddly domesticated silence the two of you share – but for now you bask in the attention. Savoring every small caring detail he gives you. 

“Is this your home?” You question as your eyes are trained to the tiles below.

“One of many,” he responds.

“It’s nice…” you trail off.

You feel shy with the way his lengthy fingers flutter over your skin with the soap, washing away the surface scuffs and leaving suds in its path. He hums a ‘thank you’, chuckling at the way he places his face closer to yours on purpose to make you show your bashful side. 

He notices how you still hover your midriff, already given up on hiding your breasts by placing your arms and hands strategically over areas of your body you’re not ready to expose just yet. Taehyung gives you your space, even though he’s infiltrated the majority of it. 

“I’ve arranged for one of my servants to gather you some basic necessities, but within the month you’ll be brought out to shop for whatever you’d like. I’d advise you to rest well until you fully recover, take your time adjusting.”

“You… you didn’t need to do that for me,” you twist your head to finally look at him. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way Taehyung looks, regardless of what setting or lighting he’s portrayed in. He always has been nothing but beautiful, drop dead gorgeous. But right now, he stares back at you with sincere eyes, wet curly locks that twist every which way, and beads of water trailing down the sides of his face. For a second, you completely forget about the conversation. Admiring only him and the glow of his perfectly sculpted features. 

“What do you mean by ‘adjusting’?” 

Slowly, your body starts leaning closer to the vampire. Your eyes are set on his parted lips, pretty and round. He allows you to inch closer, seeing how blindly you wish to kiss him. 

“Your life,” his voice drops an octave. Even his Adam’s apple bobs with the way he speaks. He’s nothing but serious, eyes scanning down your face to your neck and collarbones. “You’re mine now. Your current life needs to change to be with me,” he grins.

“I… What? Tae, I can’t just do something so drastic like that,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “I have so much going on, you don’t have a single clue.” 

“But I do,” he hushes you with a kiss. It catches you off guard with how warm his lips feel against yours. “I’ve known about you for a while now, kitten. Your records at Black Ravens only told me so much. I had to do some studying.” Taehyung’s hand sneaks up to the back of your neck, lightly tugging on your skull to tilt your head back. He takes the handheld showerhead to wash over your hair, damping it in preparation for shampoo and conditioner. “You’ll adjust well, I believe. I have everything you could ever need.”

“Tae…”

“I care for you, Y/n. I really do,” he soothes over his words with the trickling water. “I’m sorry for taking you in on such short notice, but I would have never left you bleeding out on a Black Raven’s bed. I want you to know I had nothing but true and good intentions while I took you back to the comfort of my home. I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable in any way,” he speaks with sincerity and kindness. Taehyung’s voice remains soft as if he’s speaking to a worried child. “Please know that I wanted nothing more than to keep you safe.”

Taehyung doesn’t allow you to process much further because he twists you in your place, making you face forward and away from him. He lathers up your hair delicately as you remain quiet; you try processing what all has been said to you as he rinses and repeats the action with his shower products.

There’s something in the back of your mind that concerns you, sends you a word of caution the more you ponder over everything you have going on with your life. Family, friends, working towards your career, classes, and beautiful memories. Did you really just wish yourself away from all of those by accepting Taehyung?

As if he can read the stress levels radiating off of your body, Taehyung speaks up. “We can talk more about it later,” he soothes, petting your head. “Relax with me. Tell me, are you in any pain from these?” He references the array of bite marks as his finger lightly trails across them. 

You shake your head no, not worried about the small blemishes compared to how fatigue your body feels. It’s not the first time you have had multiple wounds like this on your body. 

“I’m okay. Just tired,” your eyes flicker down to your lap. The mark between your thighs still emits a dull pain. “Well, there’s this one.”

You feel Taehyung’s chin rest on your shoulder, peering down from behind you to see where your fingers point to. They lightly prod at the nasty scab that sticks out, softened by the water of the shower.

“Would you let me fix it for you?”

You’re confused with what he’s asking you, questioning him with how on earth he plans to fix your wound. He snakes his hand over your thigh, prying it apart from the other to view the full blemish. Briskly, he removes the crusts that cover the openings and rips open a faint batch of blood. You flinch with the action, seething between your teeth.

“It’ll be fine. You won’t feel a thing in a few seconds,” he laughs. 

Taehyung then pricks his thumb on one of his fangs, drawing his own scarlet blood. It drips lazily down his finger as you watch him with awe. He places it over the bite mark, and like a miracle, you watch before your eyes how the small puncture wounds on your leg seal together in seconds.

“What the – How? Where did it go?” 

Your hand scoots past Taehyung’s to press into the soft flesh of your thigh. The mark disappeared completely before your eyes. Even the litter of marks around the area tend to fade with each passing second.

“Give it a little bit and your body will be healed up. It was only a little bit, but it will still do its job.”

“Tae,” you begin with a shake of your head. “Tae, where did the bite mark go?”

He sighs as he cages his arms around your frame, hugging you from behind.

“A vampire’s blood gives us various abilities… and is our life essence. Healing is one of many things it can do for a human.”

“Can it save people too?”

Taehyung’s fingers find yours before interlocking them together. He allows the water to cascade down on the two of you, holding another in an embrace of comfort.

“Depends on your definition of saving. It’s not a known existence to the world. Many people are unaware of the abilities of a vampire’s blood and we try to keep it that way for several reasons,” he licks his lips between words, “How are you feeling?”

You breathe as you absentmindedly take in the information while staring at the steam collected on the shower’s door. Yes, your muscles seem to have untensed faster than you think they would have without this magic blood. But you remain skeptical about it.

“I’m alright,” you state.

Taehyung makes a disgruntled noise beside you as his thumbs run circles on the tops of your hands. You’re unaware of the shift in his mood but you soon discover his eyes roaming back to a few marks in the junction of your neck.

“I’m afraid to give you more,” he huffs. His lips come dangerously close to your outer ear as he continues to talk to you. “Too much vampire blood and it can cause several different effects. Even a small dose can heighten your senses,” he smirks as goosebumps grow on your skin, “increase ones strength,” he whispers as he squeezes you tighter in his hold, “and can even make sexual experience a lot more… intense.”

You swallow hard at his words. Each delectable syllable tingles your eardrums. The way his hands slide over your skin heats you up even further without doing much at all. Your body feels good, very good, with what tiny bit of blood was given to you. Denying its influence to your body is a foolish thing to think about.

Taehyung finds amusement as he watches you battle with whichever thoughts flood your mind. You feel as if you’re in a cloud of nothingness – or is that just the visible steam fogging up around you to blame? Each bead of water heightens those sensations radiating in your body. Your heart beats faster with each ticking moment.

“I do warn you, each person gets affected differently. It also depends on the dosage. Many humans take it as a drug to see hallucinations and to feel something, to feel more. It’s powerful, but it eventually dies down. Becomes addictive. Even taken in a large dose… the human can metaphysically or spiritually bond with the vampire they drink from. The vampire community has kept the healing properties a secret so it wouldn’t encourage humans to hunt vampires for their blood.”

Turning your head, you’re met with a pair of beautifully crafted hazel eyes. They stare deep into yours, catching your gaze and begging for you to not break it. Penetrating you in your spot. When Taehyung hears no response from you, he pushes the topic further while his eyes trail down to your lips.

“I can trust you, can’t I?”

You part your lips to speak, though nothing comes out. You’re nearly mesmerized by how Taehyung looks. A deep cardinal desire picks at your brain as your eyes can over his features, admiring the beauty before you. You feel sweltering hot as if your skin is threatening to melt off your bones.

Blinking hazily at his face, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. You can’t describe exactly what you are feeling; it’s like you are drunk and high at the same time but with no negative effects. Your mouth runs dry, parched from how thirsty you’ve become in the matter of minutes.

“Y/n?” Taehyung’s smooth baritone voice flutters your heart as he speaks your name.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you mutter under your breath.

Your fingers press firmly to pull his head closer to yours. Lips seeking him with no questions asked, planting them securely against his. There’s an eagerness scratching in the back of your head. You fight to twist your body on his lap, grounded by the two strong palms now resting on either side of your hips.

“Are you aroused, my little kitten?” 

His mouth hovers yours, mere centimeters away. The accusation stirs you, how guilty you suddenly feel. You want nothing more than to tangle your tongue with his at this very moment. Your breath shudders when you inhale; it feels as if you were catching your breath after running a marathon.

You don’t need to answer Taehyung, your actions speak louder than any word that can come out of your groggy throat. Fluttering your eyes shut, you pull him to reconnect his lips to yours. Your tongue stretches into his mouth, licking past his teeth and meeting his with a warm greeting.

He hums a small laugh, his smirk unable to hide his high spirits.

“Kitten, I don’t want to use this against you. I was only trying to heal you up. Plus, aren’t you exhausted…” Taehyung takes a hand and travels it toward the apex of your thighs, “Down here?”

His thumb toys with the idea of running it along the bend of your thigh, edging it closer towards your crotch. The sensation feels otherworldly, magical. Heighted to a new extreme as the water trickling down above you feels like you’re under a waterfall.

Each physical sensation blesses your nerve endings, making them vibrate with mirth throughout your skin. A strangled moan escapes your mouth when you allow a curse to fall out of your lips.

“Fuck,” you breathe. Your chest rises and falls with desperation. “Fuck, don’t…”

Taehyung hums, his face pressing against yours and he nudges your head to lean back against his shoulder. 

“Don’t what?” He whispers, halting his actions. “I won’t touch you –”

“Don’t stop,” you seethe through your teeth.

He witnesses the way your nipples stand erect. How the twitch of your legs help open them wider as if you’re welcoming his hand to slide further. Your heart pounds with every waking moment, beating hard on the inside of your ribcage as your body sends itself into a state of bliss. You can imagine yourself in a rainforest, hearing tropical birds chirping as the smells of fresh mulch and soil fill your nostrils. Sun rays beaming down bright against your skin as you lounge yourself atop a lily pad floating on a pond. Bold, vibrant colors paint the world around you, and the only thing pulling you back to reality is the man splitting your legs wider with his feet as he leans you back against his chest.

“What are you seeing?” He questions calmly, unable to read the blown out pupils of your eyes.

Taehyung uses one hand to grip your chin softly, tilting your head to look up at him. With the vampiric blood dancing in your system, his features look even more amplified. More gorgeous – and you’re unsure exactly how. Taehyung glows like how you imagine an angel might, ethereal and stunning. His eyes twinkle like a thousand little suns having a fiesta together.

“You,” you admit. “I only see you.”

Taehyung keeps his focus on you, wanting to give you the ultimate pleasure you deserve. He’s sure to keep slow and not push the limits; he is aware of the draw-backs of what happens with a human on vampire blood. He wants to show you how he intends on keeping his promise of taking care of you to all ends, even when he is ignoring his own hard-on pressing against your backside. Maybe one day he’ll experiment sex with his blood in your system, if you so wish it, but for now – he knows you only need the bare minimum of happiness.

Seeing as you can have everything and anything you want right now.

Taehyung’s hand drops down to collect your breast in his palm. He doesn’t even need to toy with it much at all before having you gasp out loud from the sensation. Your nipples remain painfully erect, calling to Taehyung to stroke over them one by one just to turn up your pleasure some more.

You groan with excitement and feel your body quake with shivers running down your spine. Your hands rush to grab at him, moaning out a plea for him to continue his actions.

“Touch me, please.”

He shushes you as his other hand reaches for the detachable showerhead. From underneath you, his feet hook around your ankles to spread your legs wider. The heat of the shower touches your exposed pussy, revealing the dampened mess between your folds. It doesn’t last long there, not with how Taehyung runs the showerhead over your body. Teasing your skin all over before centering it above your cunt.

The blasts of water jetting out of each rubber hole presses against your lower lips and clit. A constant pressure applied right to the place you needed it the most. Your grip tightens as you inhale a whine, swallowing harshly as your body undergoes the sudden and shocking impact. You shake in Taehyung’s hold while reaching down between your legs to grip his wrist. His strength holds you back as his other palm latches over your mouth, muffling your beautiful whines and keeping you pressed against his body.

He rubs the showerhead over you slowly at a deliciously dangerous pace. Taehyung’s lips kiss against the side of your neck while you strangle a moan that fails to escape.

“That’s it…” he coos. “Accept it. Let your body fall into it.”

You screw your eyes tight as the words laced into your ears hit you. Beckoning your orgasm to release instantaneously and rolling over you like a bulldozer. Taehyung supports your body no matter which way you convulse; he’ll make sure you ride it out with no worries.

The hand placed over your mouth catches all your weeps and sobs, muting you from the world. Your nails pierce into Taehyung’s wrist as you anchor yourself, holding onto him for dear life. It’s as if the waterfall you once were under sweeps you off your feet and drifts you out and over the rocky slopes of a river and into a bottomless pit of an ocean. Where those raging rapids of your orgasm begin to calm down and smooth out into slow luscious waves. Sailing you out into the void on the surface of the water.

“Kitten?”

You hear Taehyung’s voice echo in your head. It sounds beautiful and serene, his voice coaxing over your senses as if it’s the only thing able to ground you.

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath through the thick steam of the shower. Collapsing your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder, you relish in the pure bliss of everything around you. His hand slips from your mouth to guide your jaw towards him as he simultaneously removes the showerhead from between your legs and back to the hook nearby. A soft, yet playful smile, dresses his beautiful lips. Even his eyes flash delight and mirth.

“You’re so sexy when you enjoy yourself,” he comments.

Delicately, his lips press onto yours once again. His mouth feels possessive, like he’s ready to eat you entirely. Meanwhile, his hands cage around you, pressing into your skin and holding you flush against his front.

The compliment floods you with a wave of embarrassment. Vulnerable and under the penetrating gaze of a vampire who can literally do whatever he wants with you at any given moment.

“T-Thanks…” you hush your words against his plump lips.

“Anytime,” Taehyung smiles.

He allows you a moment's rest just to relax with him; he completely ignores his strong hard-on pinched between your two bodies. A malicious and violent being – from what you’ve grown to know – makes you skeptical on how such a tender and soft man Taehyung truly can be. Even when he has only displayed his dominating sides… seeing something like this throws your head into a spin of confusion.

It surprises you.

But you don’t question any of his actions. Taehyung shows no real threat, not now… now when you’re dripping wet and naked on top of him, shaking from a mouthwatering orgasm that took less than a minute to achieve under a new influence. 

On top of that, you only had the smallest amount of his blood in your system. You can’t even imagine how more would affect you.

“Let’s finish cleaning the rest of you off,” he addresses as he grabs a conditioner bottle. “I’m sure by now my servant has fixed you with some food and something to wear.”

Taehyung takes his time with you, holding you close every step of the way. He caters to you as if you are a broken doll. Careful to not break you further, but graceful enough to make you feel his compassion with every tender touch. 

He whips you away with his spoiling behavior. Washes you from head to toe; peppering affectionate kisses across your skin.

Perhaps this is his way of apologizing.

When the two of you finally exit the bathroom, disregarding the trail of wet feet marks that follow you out the door, you’re welcomed with newly found clothes on a properly made bed. A small tray of juice and small food sits on a small desk. You stroll towards the mattress, happy to not feel your body aching with every movement. You plop down on the side of the bed as your eyes scan the laid out clothing, still wrapped up in your towel.

Taehyung moves steadily over to his closet. His robe hugs around his frame as his arms search aimlessly through his drawers and hung up clothing. You can see him shuffling through fabric after fabric, analyzing and processing which colors to coordinate with another. 

“I’m afraid I have some business to attend to tonight,” he drones out. He sounds less than enthused about whatever it is he has to do. “I’ll be back before dawn. Feel free to wander the house. I’ll entrust you with Jin.”

You blink over at him, giving Taehyung a puzzled face when he catches your wandering gaze. 

“Wait, what? Hold on, I have a few questions before you disappear on me.”

The tone in your voice shows how concerned you are feeling. Disorientated feels like an understatement.

Taehyung walks out of his closet with a pair of dress shoes and suit pieces hanging off of a few hangers in his hands. A camel tan jacket and matching pants paired up with a white button up long sleeve and black gucci shoes. He tosses them on the bed beside you as he hums. 

“What questions do you have for me, kitten?” 

He tilts his head as his eyes find yours. He raises his eyebrows with all attention on you. He stands at the foot of the bed, legs spread in a stance to make him look wider. Like he’s making a statement without having said it. Crude humor you think, especially when his long lengthy fingers begin tightening around the band holding his robe together. He toys with the idea of teasing you by pulling it out of its knot and allowing the material to lax naturally. Opening a slit that reveals his skin from chest all the way down to between his legs.

You stare at him with determination and a bit of fear. Because you’d be damned if you admired the view of his hanging appendage that he shamelessly gives opportunity for you to see.

“I… I – You’re coming back when?” You stumble over your words momentarily.

“Dawn.” 

The audacity of his whole demeanor spills out confidence and carelessness all at the same time. He smirks when you finally direct your line of sight to something far away from him. It’s the only way you know how to talk with him without feeling some kind of way.

In your peripheral you can see Taehyung shrugging off the material of his robe and allowing it to drop down to the ground. He stands there naked and you’re well aware of it. You tighten your grip on your towel involuntarily as you concentrate on your speech.

“What time is it now?” 

“Sometime after the sunset.”

“That’s… not helpful. Where’s my phone? All of my belongings that I had at Black Ravens. They’re not here? I also need to go back home.”

Taehyung huffs a laugh as he slips up his trousers and buttons them securely. The humor laced in his voice throws you off as you try to stay serious on the matter. 

“It means it’s sometime at night,” he grins. His hands run through his hair, brushing out the damped tendrils away from his face. “Your belongings are with me. No need to worry about them right now, kitten.”

He’s dismissive. You also notice the way he ignores the last thing you said, which twists your curiosity even more.

“Tae. I need my phone,” you state.

Slowly, he rounds about the bed to your side. Taehyung steps in your line of sight and moves closer to you. He’s sliding an arm through the sleeve of his button up as he fixes his stance before you. His finger comes out to tap under your chin, beckoning you to look up to him.

Your eyes scan across the sliver of his stomach all the way up towards his sharp collar bones. His neck looks desirable, kissable. But when you meet his hooded eyes, you feel heat strike your nerves. His face shows no signs of that playful humor lingering in his voice as he stares down at you.

“I’ll tell you what. Be a good kitten for me and stay here until I get back. Then I’ll give back your phone and bring you home.”

You hesitate to respond to him. The scowl that covers your face shows your displeasure and frustration. The split second you go to twist your head out of Taehyung’s finger, he grips your jaw.

Taehyung levels himself with you, bending down to look you straight into your eyes. His eyes look hazed over with some sort of clouded anger as they bore into yours. 

“Y/n. I need you to stay here for me,” his voice drops to a stern ring. It shakes you all the way to the core. “Do you understand?”

You shake your head slowly as you accept his request. There are no words that can describe the things Taehyung’s presence does to you, let alone his words alone. The way it always feels like he has a claim over you. The way he can boss and control you with just a simple snap of his finger if he demands it.

A creeping smirk grows on Taehyung’s pleased face. The importance of subordination and lack of patience is something you note in the back of your head.

“Good girl,” he praises. Taehyung leans in more to place one last kiss to your lips, humming satisfaction as he gets his way. “Now, behave,” he warns as he removes himself from you.

“Why don’t you go choose a necklace for me from one of the valet boxes I have in the closet,” he insists as he sits himself down to focus on slipping into his shoes.

You remain propped right in your spot on his bed as you clutch the cloth of the towel surrounding you. Watching the back of Taehyung’s head, you find yourself frozen in place from wanting to move.

“Who’s Jin?”

Visibly, you can see the way Taehyung’s shoulders shrug as if he’s letting out a sigh. He shakes his head to himself as he finishes putting on the last piece of his clothing – his jacket – and adjusts the cufflinks.

“My eldest brother.”

After Taehyung leaves you alone in his bedroom, you sit for a while before wanting to actually make yourself presentable. You feel sluggish, whether it be from tiredness or the lazy state your body settles in after having that mind-blowing orgasm from a showerhead. Of course, you take your time moving around his room. You even take a few more bathroom visits to finalize your look with whatever toiletries you manage to find.

You grow bored of the bedroom surroundings just how you grow bored of the lack of social interaction. Placed in an area that you are completely unknown to, the only person you’ve managed to see is Taehyung. Even when he claims there is a servant on-hand, they’ve yet to come back to the room at all. Leaving you curious about what lies outside of the bedroom door… and hungry with the need for food.

The door opens gracefully, it doesn’t even creak at the hinges when it swings. You’re met with an empty hall, only simplistic flower paintings hang in an orderly fashion along the length of the wall. You take a look up and down the expanse, seeing as you’re smackdab right in the middle of the hall.

From the right, it looks to be a dead end. A lonely black counter sits at the far end wall with one singular clear vase set in the middle and a mirror secured to the wall. To your left, there’s an opening far beyond you can see.

Your feet step haphazardly as you trail down the wooden flooring. It smells like any other normal house would, just with a hint of cleaning solution lingering in the air. Nothing seems out of place, everything perfectly set in alignment. Not even a speck of dust flies in the air throughout the illumination of the bright lights above.

Eventually, you creep further into the house. You find yourself walking into an empty entranceway, the front door completely black in color with a golden handle. All the windows are boarded up, seal tight. The reminder of Taehyung’s request echoes in your mind, telling you not to leave.

That he needs you here.

You stare at the door for longer than you admit, mind racing with interest. But you're drawn to a muffle noise that resounds in the air. It snaps your attention to another direction. As if the house itself is your usher, the walls guide you away from the front door and down the next corridor.

Emerging around a corner, you instantly see a countertop with a display of utensils laid out. The closer you step, the more of the kitchen is presented to your eyes. An island sink and stove, refrigerator, and at least two tall cabinets that are presumably filled with food.

Your mouth begins to water with the ideas of something fresh, something delicious. Maybe a set of snacks are waiting for you just inside those doors.

However, you still aren’t forgetting the strange noises you hear that continue to grow as you step into the kitchen.

You come faced with a window in the wall above a section in the kitchen. It peaks into some sort of gathering area, like a living room you guess. But what you see isn’t anything you expect.

The muffled noises are from people. They are in front of a fireplace, lit to a bright flame, yet they’re either half or completely naked. A woman is on her knees right before a male standing tall. His hands are mangled within her auburn locks, guiding her head vigorously into his pelvis. The noises you heard, are nonother than two people fucking – face-fucking. Their moans and aggressive groans amplify the longer you stare.

His backside mainly faces you; you can barely make the features of these two strangers. His sharp calves flex through his tight jeans as he balances himself, so does his marvelous thighs. The elastic band around his thin waist hangs enough to expose his member, plunging deep into the willing woman’s mouth.

But the scene itself makes you fumble over your footing as you back away. You accidentally slap your arm against the countertop as you try to anchor yourself from falling over, knocking into the array of utensils and causing a ruckus.

It surely gains the male’s attention as you watch his head look over his shoulder abruptly. Dark locks hang over his ruby red eyes as a piercing gaze penetrates you where you feebly stand. Blood smears across his parted mouth, sharp teeth bearing themselves to you.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your eyes look back at him. Widened and scared.

His hips continue to roll into the woman’s face while his hands keep guiding the head of the woman onto his cock. You can’t see it, but you can surely hear the way the woman gags around something several times. It’s rough, you can tell with the type of savagery the male puts into his thrusts. But she sucks it in like she's drunk on lust; bite marks littering her flesh.

“I-I, uh –” you stutter as you hoist yourself up into a normal stance. Your hands scurry across the countertop to gather the utensils in a haste as the leering gaze of the male glares at you.

“I am so sorry!” you blurt out. 

The second you look down, you feel a gust of wind beside you. To your right, a bare chest enters your peripheral view. A masculine hand slaps itself down on top of yours, pinning you to the countertop. Even with a quick yank, you cannot move a single centimeter away from the weighting pressure on top of your hand.

You scream out a yelp of pain before your eyes snap to the man who leans in beside you. Bright scarlet eyes stare at you like a dagger ready to pierce skin. Blood dribbles down his chin and drops to his smooth chest as he smiles a devilish smile down at you. He doesn’t even have the decency to cover up his hardened cock, it stands out of his pant’s zipper as they lay low on his dainty waist. You’re embarrassed to even take in the sight of the sculpted abdomen of the male, let alone the proud dickhead pointing right at you.

Quickly, he makes his way around your frame to corner you against the island countertop. Both his arms cage you in, barricading your body against two hard places.

Fear strikes all your nerves, quickening your heart rate and causing a panic.

“J-Jin?”

The name comes out shaky, just like how your limbs begin to do. You quiver between the male and the countertop. He leans in, grinning to himself as his eyes scan up and down your body. He presses himself closer, even brushing his hardened dick against your front.

“I can be Jin if you want me to, baby,” his voice comes out deadly and smooth. It curls your insides, sends red alert noises in your brain.

Instantly, it tells you that his identity must not be Taehyung's eldest brother. Now, you’re concerned with who exactly this other vampire is.

Taehyung never mentioned someone else.

“Stop!” 

You try to squirm out of the male’s hold. You’re being violated in so many ways by this unwanted presence. Even the fist you form with your free hand does nothing to the side of the male’s face. It only creates a loud smacking sound as your knuckles contact his jaw.

The man tilts his head back to level it with yours. Any sign of amusement he has completely vanishes. His nose scrunches as he inhales deeply.

“You’re going to regret –”

“– Jungkook!”

A voice cracks through the intense male before you. His gaze fades out momentarily as he listens to the call of his name. His shoulders rise with irritation and aggression.

Another male’s hand comes to grab Jungkook’s forearm before ripping it away from surrounding you. He easily pushes the attacker off, giving a few feet space between the two of you.

“Don’t,” the newest male warns as he stares back at the other.

The male’s back is away from you, but you can tell he’s taller in stance. He, too, has dark hair – at least it looks styled. His body is lathered in a light blue silk shirt that’s tucked into black dress pants and a thin belt. He radiates authority with the way he stands.

“Jungkook,” he warns as he senses the vampire getting agitated. “I command you to not lay a single finger on her. You’re not allowed to harm her in any way.”

They exchange a heated stare with another. However, to your surprise, you notice Jungkook standing straighter. Submission. A cocky, yet pissed off look, suits his face as he uses the opportunity to tuck himself back inside his pants and zip his zipper.

His eyes glance over to you, frozen and unable to move from your spot, while he expresses his annoyance towards you.

“With all those little noises I heard earlier, I expected you to be another whore.”

The male in the blue shirt swiftly and fluidly backhands Jungkook in a blink of an eye. The power alone splits Jungkook’s cheek open, blood spraying out with the movement of Jungkook’s head.

You stare in shock, tears brimming in your eyes. Slowly, you are able to edge your body away from the counter and back the way you come. But you’re halted in your tracks by the male in the blue shirt.

“Stay, Y/n,” he calls out.

It’s the first time he faces you, turning in his spot as he adjusts the sleeve of his shirt. You’re met with another gorgeous looking male, almost too serene. You can peg Taehyung for ethereal, but this man seems to outstand any words you can form.

He looks at you with serious and determined eyes. They’re a delicious brown pecan color, kind to look at.

“I’m Jin,” he begins to explain as he looks back at Jungkook. “I apologize for the rudeness from my progeny. He is still a child. I assure you, he won’t bother you again.”

You look back at Jin worriedly. Afraid to look over at the blood-covered Jungkook and afraid to go against Jin’s request.

“Jungkook,” the elder male cocks his head to the side. “Go clean up your mess in the living room. Clean yourself up while you’re at it. She’s our company.”

As Jungkook goes to turn on his heel without a second thought, Jin speaks to him again.

“But first,” his tone lingers in the air above everyone’s heads, “Apologize to Y/n. After all, she isn’t a whore like you assumed.”

You can tell the resistance on Jungkook’s face when he turns back. Those scarlet eyes that once penetrated your soul dwell down to a sterling gray color. They’re clouded with uncertainty and anger, but if you look past all his chiseled nakedness and gruesome bloodstains across his body he doesn’t look quite as scary.

Very handsome matter of fact; yet his actions alone already painted him in such a dull light that you’re completely comfortable not exploring any more details about him.

Jungkook stares at you through the corner of his eye, fueled with displeasure as he’s forced to obey Jin.

“Sorry.”

The apology comes out dry, you’re aware it’s definitely not sincere. You say nothing in response. But from the smug grin Jin has on his face, you can tell he’s enjoying the control.

“Now, carry on,” Jin waves with his hand. He takes a step towards you as he continues to talk to Jungkook. “The one in the living room leaves the house alive, Jungkook,” he reminds. “We don’t want any mistakes like last time.”

You watch as Jungkook disappears from the kitchen and returns to the auburn haired woman who has collapsed on the floor. If you look through the opened wall window you will be able to see the way Jungkook lazily picks up the fallen woman.

Jin steps around the kitchen to look throughout some of the cabinets and shelving units. He hums to himself while he searches.

“I admit, you had me thinking you’d stay cooped up in that room all night for a second there. You must be hungry, hm? I’m sure we have something in here for you.”

He peaks over at you, who is still lingering in the same stunned spot, and gives you a pained expression.

“You can come closer. It may be hard, with what you just witnessed, but try to get comfortable. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

You swallow thickly while your eyes flicker over from Jungkook to Jin. You’re uncertain, as you should be, but the moments you just endured still feels very much real for you. It shakes your core.

“What about him?” You nod towards Jungkook’s direction.

There’s a small pleased grin that creeps up on Jungkook’s face at your question while he hoists the woman up and over his shoulder. She mumbles words you cannot understand, whether it be another language or a very thick accent. But Jungkook never looks back to you, his mind is on other things now.

“He won’t hurt you,” Jin exhales. He gathers together some eggs from inside the fridge and a few pieces of meat. “I’ve commanded him. So even if he wanted to, he’s bound to listen to my order.”

You take a step in to lean against the nearest wall. Though you see Jin wave you on towards a stool sitting across from where he settled to cook at. Slowly, you tip-toe over to where Jin’s pointed look guides you.

“Because you ‘commanded’ him?”

Jin works around the built-in electric stove with a few pans on the heated plates. He cracks open an egg, then two.

“I am his maker. I have that ability over him,” he says. “Jungkook is still a newborn. Doesn’t have much control over everything just yet. Incredible strength… insufferable lack of tolerance to the rules of the world though. It’s a bit of a challenge but he has much more training to do.”

“What do you mean you’re his maker?”

The eggs sizzle in the pan as Jin continues to add random pieces of food to it. Some form of omelet from the looks of it. It already smells appetizing and it’s not even fully cooked yet.

“I turned him into a vampire,” he says nonchalantly. 

Jin softly smiles as he flips over the egg to fry the other side. He gathers you a glass of water, but tells you that there are options of juice in the refrigerator. The cup clinks down on the countertop right next to a plate Jin grabs.

“There’s forks in the drawer beside you,” Jin voices. “Now tell me how our little Taehyung came to find you.”

The neatly made omelet slides out of the pan and onto your plate before you. Jin hands over salt and pepper shakers as well as a napkin for you. After he turns off the stove and briefly cleans up the area he works at, he rests back on the opposite counter with crossed arms. He waits for you to happily take your food while waiting for your response.

You feel your stomach twist in eagerness, starving to taste the deliciously made food. With your fork, you cut into the omelet before stabbing the first piece and placing the appetizing egg into your mouth.

“Black Ravens,” you state in between bites.

“Ah –,” Jin smiles. “Interesting.”

Jin watches you, analyzes you. His haunting beauty would normally make you nervous, kind of like how it is when you first got to learn about Taehyung. You can’t place your finger on it, but somehow you feel the needed trust your mind wants to be reassured you are in good hands.

“How long?”

You stop chewing your food as you look at Jin. A puzzled look begins to carve itself on your face.

“How long have you worked at Black Ravens?” He clarifies.

You’re nearly done with your plate of food by now. Even the glass of water beside you sits half empty as you straighten your posture in the seat you sit at.

“A few months…” you ponder more to yourself as you recollect the memories.

“Resorting to a job like that… my curiosity is getting the better of me,” Jin hums again. Suddenly, you see a flash of something black run across the floor before it hops up on the counter beside Jin. He smiles warmly, petting the frisky feline that stares back with its round eyes. “Did you join Black Ravens for money or pleasure? Or perhaps… it turned into a bit of both?”

You don’t answer the question, seeing as Jin gives you a knowing look as he looks you up and down. He already knows. The question is deemed rhetorical. You shouldn’t be here if it is strictly for money… Now would you?

“Is that your cat?”

“Her name is Stella,” Jin affirms as he gives the feline soft scratches under her chin. “I’m sure she kept you company while you were asleep, she enjoys Taehyung’s room for whatever reason.”

You nod briefly, smiling to yourself. Stella had kept you accompanied more than just at your bedside. But she is friendly in the end.

“She did,” you admit. You admire the stark black shorthair who purrs into Jin’s palm. Thoroughly enjoying the pets and love he shows her.

Gracefully, Stella hops from counter to counter. Jumping towards you as she sniffs the air. She inspects the residue on your plate as she steps closer to you. Leisurely, Stella makes her own room on the island by laying down just in front of you. Her tale wags with sass as she stares back at Jin across the kitchen.

You lightly pet her from head to tail. Making sure not to offend her with any temping tummy rubs.

Jin grins from ear to ear as he reads the house cat language. He’s entertained with the attitude, it gives Stella characterization.

“She enjoys you,” he comments. “Lucky for you.”

“Maybe it’s because I work with animals…” you trail off.

“Do you now?”

“I work in a vet’s office. Started as a receptionist then wanted to become a veterinary technician. Now I want to be a veterinarian.”

“So a stable job and you still work at Black Ravens?”

“I needed the money. College funds here aren’t cheap… and I'm barely getting by with my position at the vet's office. Not with the cost of living and bills to pay.”

Jin nods agreeably.

“So he agreed to pay for you. In return for…?”

“Who? Taehyung? No. It’s not like that,” you furrow your brows.

“You came here with several bite marks on you. I’m surprised to see they’re all gone,” Jin comments on your appearance. “You must mean something for Taehyung to willingly shed blood.”

You’re all washed up and clothed. You can’t imagine the state of your body after collapsing in the Black Raven’s feeding room, but you’re sure it wasn’t a pretty sight. With Jin’s perception, you assume that maybe he was the other person in the room when you were barely awake in Taehyung’s bed.

“I don’t know what he wants with me,” you state. “I barely know him. He is just a regular at Black Ravens. Last night…last night was the first time he really opened up. And it wasn’t much. I knew he was an expensive client, but I didn’t know he was the owner.”

“The coven owns Black Ravens. Not just him. It’s in fact under my name,” Jin smiles. He scoffs as he finally takes your used dishware and places it in the sink. He runs the faucet water and adds a dab of soap before shutting the water off. “This kid… he’s something else. I’m sorry if Taehyung did anything unpleasant towards you.”

“I don’t think anything was necessarily unpleasant. I think he brought me back here because of the other vampire. He was more… more determined with his –”

“– There’s another?”

Jin’s hands rest on the edges of the countertop as he leans in towards you. His interest spikes and you can see it on his face.

You sigh to yourself as you continue to pet Stella, “Yeah. His name is Jimin? Taehyung interrupted the feeding.”

“Ah,” Jin laughs. His eyebrows raise to his hairline as the man chuckles lightly. “Oh, Jimin. Well I can understand why Taehyung brought you here now. Those two seem to always be at it.”

“I could tell Taehyung wasn’t happy with him,” you half-laugh with him.

“He’s never happy with him,” Jin exaggerates. Though with the glint in his eye, you feel like he's telling you he’s serious.

“Can I ask why?”

There’s a moment of silence that passes between you and Jin. The only noise you hear is the constant purring of Stella as she lounges her lengthy body across the counter space. You see the way Jin’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, giving you the hint to not press anymore on the topic.

“When you feel comfortable, I’d advise you to ask Taehyung himself. It’s not my business to spread,” Jin quickly looks down at the watch on his wrist to gauge the time. “He should return sometime in the next two hours, before daybreak.”

Jin walks himself around the island you sit at, his palm facing up toward you to take. He steps beside you with a duchenne smile; he nearly looks like a charmed prince giving you his blessing. Excitement is evident, and you fall for his swift persuasion.

“Now before then, let me accompany you around the mansion. I imagine you’ll be here more often than you think. I promise to steer you away from Jungkook.”

After a tour around the neo-gothic styled modern mansion from Jin, the two of you entertained each other until you settled yourself on one of the expensive couches in the family room. You listened and talked with Jin, shared some small enlightening topics but nothing too detailed. Throughout your walkthrough you managed to meet a few of the house servants, one of which delivered you some clothes to change into. You truly must be so tired, because during the midst of conversation you have dozed off; being just a mere human would explain it.

You remember rising from your slumber with a few taps to your nose. Your vision is blurred at first until it adjusts to the figure before you.

In front of you, you’re met by the toothy smile of Taehyung – bent by the knees to level his body with yours. His hazel eyes greet you with mirth as he raises his eyebrows.

“Good morning, kitten,” his deep baritone voice rings in your ears. His palm cradles the underside of your chin, thumb rubbing softly along the edge of your jaw. “Still tired?”

It warms your heart and flutters the wings of the butterflies that fly in your stomach. Seeing him instantly makes you want to leap across an ocean to hug him, but you catch yourself from doing anything.

Because you’re not sure why you’re feeling the strong desire to touch him. How his presence feels all too familiar and safe.

You blink at him, taking in the beautiful features across his ageless face. What excites you even more is how Taehyung seems completely delighted to see you once again.

“Just a little,” you admit.

It’s subtle in the way he licks his lips. He brushes his fingers past your ear to sway strands of your hair away from your neck. Taehyung senses your brief fit of worry but assures you that he is only just checking as a precaution.

“Let me get you back home,” he states coolly. Holding up your cellphone with his other hand, he dangles the near-dead device in front of your face. “I keep my promises.”

A sting of anger zaps through your body as you recall Taehyung holding your electronic hostage all this time – along with all your valuables you had carried with you to Black Ravens. With vigilance, you grip the phone from his lengthy fingers. You tap on the screen to see the battery life of the device, but you fear opening it up near him.

“Come,” he requests with a wiggle of his forefinger.

He stands up as he straightens out the wrinkles in the jacket you saw him leave in. Taehyung grabs hold of a set of keys left on a glass end table as his heels click on the floor below him. He practically drips pure gold with the weight of each stride. Lavished in the finest clothes, you appreciate the view of Taehyung walking away from you.

You make sure to apologize to Jin about falling asleep as you walk out the door after Taehyung. He doesn’t seem like he minds, even though he watches you leave with caution in his eyes.

The dark chilly early morning greets you as well as a gust of brisk wind. Small puddles cover the walkway from a fresh drizzle of rain. The sun hasn’t even peaked itself through the sky yet but it leaves a pretty view; a deep blue melting into the beginnings of a soft peach orange. A perfect crescent moon floats right above the layout of trees surrounding the thicket of woods with roaming dark clouds. A guarantee of scattered storms for the oncoming day.

You appreciate the outside of the house as you step behind Taehyung’s long strides. Abstract designs correspond and compliment another in colors of black, browns, and beiges. The windows show clean glass but continue to be boarded up for the forthcoming sunlight. Hidden in nothing but dense forest, you’re led to ponder how deep you are from the city you live in.

Taehyung ushers you over to the passenger side of a matte black Mercedes AMG GT coupe. Each window is tinted, shutting out any light. His eyes watch you as you place your foot through the door, but his hand grabs your arm before you can descend down into the seat.

“Hey,” his voice is low. Taehyung draws your attention to him, his eyes leer down through his long lashes. “Are you feeling better?”

You swallow while nodding your head. The wind wisps the loose waves of Taehyung’s black hair in front of his forehead. It exposes his eyes more, makes you fall in love with how asymmetric they are to another. One monolid and the other a double eyelid; giving his overall appearance a striking aura.

“I do,” you softly smile.

Taehyung’s eyes trail down to the curve of your lips. They linger there while silence skirts around the two of you; the only noises are of early birds chirping and the breeze running through the leaves overhead.

You can feel the intensity radiating from him. Yet, Taehyung does nothing about it. He releases his grip on your arm to let you into the car, pushing the door shut after you settle in.

Taehyung enters through the driver’s side, fitting comfortably in as his fingers begin toying with the screen on the dashboard and glowing widgets on the center console. The interior is smooth, a cool black color surrounds you entirely. He starts the engine up with a press of a button.

“What’s your address?”

He looks over to you as one arm reaches towards the steering wheel while the other hovers towards the screen of the dashboard. Taehyung tilts his head towards you, a creeping smile plays at the corners of his lips. One eyebrow quirks your way and you instantly feel captivated by him.

Taehyung’s vehicle takes you through aimless roads among more aimless roads until you find yourself nearing a familiar area. The highway takes you closer towards exit signs that welcome you. Numbers flash overhead, warning you as you approach your turnoff as you admire the view of the beautiful sky. Light rain trickles on the windshield the deeper Taehyung drives you into your residential city. It’s only one exit off from the notorious Black Ravens; roughly a 25 minute drive from place to place without traffic in the way.

The directions call out to Taehyung as the two of you sit in comfortable silence. Your head leans on the headrest as you stare out the window. Taehyung’s palm comfortably resting on your bare thigh; hardly covered by the overlength tee shirt you were dressed in.

“Can I ask how you were able to talk to my friend?” You look down at your phone clutched in your palm. You hesitate to open the device, having half a mind to think Taehyung already went through the contents. “Did he call?”

Taehyung’s features never change in the slightest while humming to a tune. Even his thumb taps lightly over the steering wheel while the vehicle cruises down the lengthy road.

“Your phone recognized your face when you were asleep which then unlocked the screen,” he says calmly. “He did not call. I only responded through text about your absence.”

You sigh while adjusting yourself in your seat. Hands fidgeting with the cellular device, but you choose not to look. Afraid to read the disappointment – if any – that may be messaged in the thread you share with your friend.

Even when you contemplate with yourself, Taehyung is attentive to you. Analyzing and watching the way your body language speaks.

“What’s got you so worried? Is the guy someone you’re involved with?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together at the thought. Immediately, you follow with a curt response – diminishing any existence of that being an idea for you.

“Not at all. He’s my best friend.”

Taehyung remains quiet, but you thank him for not entertaining the idea further. You also express your gratitude for letting your friend know you aren’t around.

Shortly, you arrive at your destination as rain begins to pour. Taehyung parks on the curb of the street in front of your apartment; his car sticking out like a sore thumb among the rest of the inexpensive cars around. It looks and feels completely out of place. But at least he has a car, unlike you who’s become accustomed to your local bus stops.

Before you can even reach your handle, Taehyung turns off the ignition and is out of the driver’s side. Stepping around the front of the car to approach your door. The weather doesn’t phase him one bit.

“Mademoiselle,” he smirks as he assists you exiting his car. He’s even kind enough to shut the door behind you and gather a bag of your belongings from the trunk of his vehicle.

You can’t help but smile to yourself from the pampering. Little do you know, this is only the beginnings of his hospitality and generosity.

Fishing out your set of keys out of a side pocket of your canvas bag, you fumble between the metals before finding the appropriate one to slide through the lock of your door. Taehyung stands ideally behind you, but his presence is very much evident. The tension back at the mansion carried all the way here, to the entrance of your home. 

He stands closer in your proximity, you feel as if he’s practically breathing down your neck. But in reality, upon turning to look at him after twisting your door handle, he’s further away than you expect. Taehyung’s eyes scan the darkness of your house through the crack of your door.

“I, um…” you begin. You turn more to face Taehyung, tightening your hold on your bag. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper.

Taehyung’s eyes flick over to you, those hazel irises drip so wickedly. They’re unmatched and unfair; you have never seen anything quite like them before. There’s something magical about them.

“I told you I’ll take care of you, kitten,” he half-laughs.

His deep voice shakes your core, makes you feel smaller in the spot you stand. Taehyung’s fingers grip your jaw before you can turn away from his gaze.

“No need to thank me,” his eyes stare down to your lips as you aimlessly blink at him. “What do you want next?”

Your breath hitches, “What do you mean?”

Taehyung’s tongue comes to swipe over his lips before biting back a smile. He stops himself from rolling his eyes, but instead he takes his thumb and lightly pulls down your bottom lip.

“You look at me with these desperate eyes sometimes, and whenever you do – I can’t stop myself from thinking about them. So, what do you want me to do next? Are we just going to stand here under the cold rain or are you going to invite me inside?”

He sighs when he senses the way your heart rate paces even faster. Taehyung steps closer to you, eyes narrowing through his pretty long eyelashes. You would give anything and everything for him to kiss you right then and there. Plant his delicious soft lips straight onto yours and eat you up. You’re unsure what you are to Taehyung, and it feels weird seeing him in a different setting other than Black Ravens… but it doesn’t take him much persuasion to get what he wants.

Because simply… it is the same thing you want as well. Whether you like to admit it or not.

You nod your head softly while your hand pushes your door open wider. He allows you the opportunity to walk into your apartment, giving you three steps into the hall before he clears his throat. Turning on your foot, you notice he’s still at the door frame – unable to step through.

“You need to invite me,” he raises his eyebrows.

You scrunch yours in return, unable to process why you need to say it. You thought your body language already let him know he’s accepted to come inside.

“Why?”

“It’s a weird thing with vampires. We need to be invited in when a house is privately owned by a human. And seeing as you are a tenant, you technically are signed onto a portion of this house. Making you a partial owner.”

Taehyung leans against the doorframe with his hands as he speaks with you. The gloomy darkness of the weather trickles around him, giving his aura a more sinful look. His soft curls in his hair begin to lose their volume as rain soaks up portions of his locks. But you do not miss the flash of red that beats in his eyes under the blanket of his bangs.

You should be scared; that’s what all the world tells you when it comes to vampires. A selfish, devious, and vicious creature of the night. They take what they want, live how they wish. If they really wanted to, you’re positive they could corrupt the entire planet with their virus.

But when you stare back at Taehyung with a pounding beat to your heart, your fear is nothing but full of excitement. The dread of knowing and not knowing what comes next with him electrifies you. How somehow, in some way, this nightly beast has already tainted you.

Staring back, you swallow thickly before your mouth opens up with an open invitation.

“Please come inside.”

Within a blink of an eye, Taehyung moves himself in front of you, dropping your bag of belongings with a thud. His arms envelop your body as one of his hands snake along the back of your neck. The tips of his fingers graze over your scalp softly, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Taehyung smiles to himself as he presses your body against his, ripping the breath right from your lungs with a salivary kiss.

He comes with such force that it nearly knocks you off of your feet, but Taehyung is there to hold you. His wicked tongue presses through the seam of your lips and past your teeth, tasting you as much as he can as his body backs you up deeper into your apartment. It’s small, comfortable and affordable for one living person to stay in. So it doesn’t take very long for Taehyung to figure out the placement of your bedroom the second his eyes scan over the living room that sits only a two-seat couch and entertainment center with a television propped on it. One lone entryway shows signs of counter space and a fridge whereas the single door adjacent to there remains cracked open.

Taehyung’s hands touch and grope along your body, squeezing at the necessary areas like your curves and thighs. You match the pace of his tongue with your own, devouring the taste of him as your feet stumble the more he pushes you through your living space.

“Ignore my apartment,” you meekly speak between breaths.

It’s slightly a mess and there is no way in hell you are expecting company this early in the morning.

“I’m not focusing on your apartment,” he bites – literally – as his teeth nip at your bottom lip.

Taehyung’s fingers toy with the hem of the tee shirt, raising it higher up to expose your bottom half. He places his palm along the side of your hip, nails scratching over your skin as he continues to escort you into your room. 

“Tae –” 

“– Mmf,” he mumbles as his lips press against the corner of your mouth.

Even in the darkness of your room, Taehyung expertly maneuvers the two of you around as if he’s been here before. Knowing the exact places to step and weave your bodies around until he’s able to support you onto your bed.

“Tae, wait!” You chirp the moment your thighs hit your mattress.

You sit down while Taehyung’s face follows, placing fluttering kisses along your jawline and pressing into the side of your neck. It sparks heat to your body, a sensitive spot you naturally go weak at. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing the expensive material to the side as if it isn’t worth anything to him.

“Let me have you,” he persuades with each tangible kiss of his lips. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?”

Your heart flutters as your mind fogs with ideas of pleasure and pain. Even in the short amount of time, you feel drunk on the idea of Taehyung bedding you once again. The idea of him being in your bed and not some rented out room feels more intimate. 

More special.

“I just,” you stutter as you feel Taehyung’s teeth grind over your sensitive skin. His breath heats you up as it fans out of his mouth. “Usually, I’m more prepared for something like this.”

“Your body says otherwise,” he mocks lightly.

“No, not like that. I mean, this morning I was just so tired. I wasn’t… I didn’t pay attention,” you mumble to yourself more than to Taehyung. Creeping anxiety builds in your chest the more you ponder about your appearance.

“Kitten, are you scared about this?” Taehyung smirks against your neck when his hand forces your legs open enough to cup your pussy. His palm pressing firmly against it, the moistened arousal leaks gleefully onto him as he slowly rubs his entire hand up and down.

It’s abrasive, yet you love it. Your mouth drops open with a gasp, hands baring you upright as they shoot out to stop your body from falling backwards onto your bed. You shiver with the contact, breath hitched in your throat as warmth takes over your entire body.

“This will never bother me, kitten. Your sweet pussy will always be delicious regardless of how maintained you are here. But I am flattered with the thought of you wanting to please me,” he says truthfully.

Taehyung gathers your hands in his, linking them across another as his fingers grip your wrists tightly. He pulls out a small scarf from the pocket of his pants, placing the blue silk fabric over your skin.

“Hold still,” he speaks calmly.

He binds your wrists together, snuggly. It’s comfortable, but tight enough to keep you locked in. Unable to break free from the constraints.

Taehyung hoists your body up with him, ushering you completely to lay normally on your mattress. He eyes the small bars of your headboard with a grin plastered on his face.

He guides your hands above your head, “Hold it,” he commands.

Your hands grip a single metal bar, linking your fingers to keep hold of yourself. It feels like a usual practice between you and Taehyung. There isn’t a time you don’t remember when Taehyung hasn’t tied your limbs up before indulging himself on your body. Limiting your access to him even though he’s inches away from you. Frankly, you never thought too much into it – assuming he has a strong kink for bondage. You have no complaints because you’re guilty of experiencing some of your own while entwining your body with his.

You breathe deeply, chest rising and falling as you stare over Taehyung who kneels near the end of your bed. He edges closer to you, crawling his way up the length of your body as he drinks you in. Dim lighting and musical rain drops cascade on the windows as the air in your room thickens.

“I’m going to try something new,” he begins as his fingers skim up the side of your body. “I need you to trust me,” Taehyung coaxes with his baritone tune.

The moment you see Taehyung shift towards your bedside table, you begin to panic.

“Go easy on me,” you beg.

Taehyung quirks an eyebrow toward you, amusement evident in his features. He continues to grab hold of a small candle that sits comfortably on your table, dust collected on the top of it showing that you’ve hardly used the poor thing.

“Hm,” he fake ponders to himself. “Why? Was the last time too much for you?”

Taehyung lights the candle with a match set laying beside it, giving a warm comfortable glow to a small portion of your room. He laughs to himself, but assures you with a kind gesture of cuffing your cheek that he’ll be kinder to you.

“I’m only teasing,” he comments. Taehyung lowers himself level with you; his body slots itself between your thighs as he holds himself over your chest. Slowly, he lowers his face to meet yours; his eyes grow to a warm red. “I know what your body can handle. If I see you in any way uncomfortable, I’ll stop myself. I won’t push you like I did the other night.”

“I’m just sore,” you bite back a smile. “Even after the shower and after having some of your… When you gave me a bit of your blood.”

Taehyung hums in acknowledgement. “It was only a very small bit, if I had given you more then you’d probably be suited for a different type of night,” he winks, “But don’t worry, kitten, I’ll take good care of you if you let me have you.”

You nod your head as you swallow heavily. Instinctively, you grip the bar in your grasp tighter. Slowly, Taehyung connects his lips to yours once again. This time it’s softer, tentative. He feels like a cloud of smoke infiltrating your nostrils. Inflaming your lungs and airways all throughout your body.

As if you breathe him in as another source of life. Where oxygen cannot even compete.

“Can I hear you say it?”

You chase his mouth as he pulls away to look down at you. Your eyes are drawn to the sharp teeth that stand out in his mouth, how they protrude eagerly. Ready to draw blood.

“You can have me… On one condition,” you speak up.

“Oh?” Taehyung smiles. His palm drags from your thigh up to your lower stomach, moving your shirt up along your body. “You’re not really in a position to negotiate with me,” he smirks.

“You said we’d talk about what you meant by ‘adjusting’.”

“And you want to talk about that now?”

“Well,” you blink up at him, “We haven’t had the chance to yet.”

Taehyung sighs as his hand rests on your stomach, circling small traces into your skin with his fingertips. His eyes grow redder, more hungrier, the longer you hold him back.

“Kitten, I’m not sure you understand the severity of this situation. I don’t expect you to know. I can’t afford to lose you now that I finally have you,” he says while analyzing your face. “But for clarity, I need you to know that everything you see right now – your bed, this room, your apartment… You don’t need anymore if you just let me take care of you.”

Taehyung’s hand eventually slides up to cuff one of your breasts, drawing your clouded mind out from the worries that dwell in the deepest corners of your brain. He squeezes it firmly, earning a soft hum from you.

To seduce you further into the realms of sin, he raises the material of your shirt completely above your chest so he can begin placing soft and tender kisses to your cleavage. His mouth engulfs your flesh wherever it lands, sucking in pieces of your skin as his tongue slides around.

He latches himself on one of your nipples, biting the bud with his front teeth. Taehyung repeats his actions to your other boob, making sure to give the same loving treatment.

“You’re mine,” he states smoothly. “I’ll take care of everything for you. Treat you just how you need to be treated,” – he kisses your sternum – “I want you to be with me. But I won’t expect this to happen so soon,” – he kisses lower, down towards your stomach – “I’ll take my time with you.”

“Tae,” you breathe in with a gasp. His lips travel even more lower, tickling your stomach with promises of him moving down toward the apex of your thighs.

He looks up at the call of his name, his stunning red eyes shining in the low glow of the candle’s light. How do they do that? You’re not sure. But they reflect like a beautiful moonlight, tainted in a devious red. Taehyung’s tongue reaches out of his mouth to lick your stomach, swiping a long line of saliva across your skin.

Taehyung does nothing but entices you. Tempts you to crack under his ministrations like a good girl he knows you are. You’ve done it so many times already, it’s no surprise when you finally cave in.

Before Taehyung can descend down between your thighs, he leans back up to give you one last parting kiss. 

His voice shakes your core when he speaks next. His control over you stimulates such a thrill in your entire being that you’re wiggling with anticipation while waiting for him to ravage you.

“I want you to forget your surroundings and only think of me,” his hands continue to pull the fabric of your shirt higher.

Taehyung continues to slide the length up your arms, nearly flipping the material inside-out – but it’s enough to cover your face entirely. Blocking your sight from seeing anything as it shields you. Your chest rises and falls with early signs of labored breath as the material creates a cone around your (thankfully your arms help keep it loose and not tight) around your head. 

“Kitten, I want you to only focus on me. My touch, my voice, my smell,” he lists one right after another with the perfect level of desire.

“– Feel me.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, feeling the heat of your breath envelop your narrow space.

Keeping your eyes open or shut has no difference when you can’t see anything around you. You’re forced to use your other senses as if you’re in survival mode. Every other one heightens their abilities to accommodate the restricted one.

You feel Taehyung’s head move as his body shifts to lay flatter against you. His hands touch you tenderly, but possessively. Making sure that every inch of your undamaged skin gets the attention it deserves.

The chill of his cool fingers almost tickle you with how soft they are when they map their way around your body. Drawing lines and circles as if he’s sketching out his game plan. Rising goosebumps to your skin and hardening your nipples once he slithers his way towards your belly button.

Taehyung smiles to himself, watching the way your body reacts to his minuscule touches. His body slots nicely between your legs, spreading them and leaving your core open for his hand to slide down between you two. He teases the idea of touching you between your lips, using his fingertips to run around your lower region. But he doesn’t dive deeper for you, even when you voluntarily open your legs wider to give him the hint.

“You’re being so good right now,” he comments with a low chuckle. It makes you mewl on the inside, chest tightening at the small praise. Taehyung’s two fingers dip low enough to spread open your lower lips, exposing your pussy to his view. It’s leaking slightly with a shiny sheen of arousal. 

“You smell so good right now too.”

Your breath hitches when you feel Taehyung grip your clit between his two fingers. It’s soft, but jolts your body nonetheless. Your hips jerk towards him, body rising as you twitch in your place.

“Shit,” you curse between your teeth.

“Easy,” he warns as he releases your clit, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, kitten.”

Taehyung leans down as he laughs, lips kissing across the skin of your torso. Your arms twitch, something in you wanting to immediately wrap your arms around him but you know better not to. So you tighten your grip on your headboard’s bar, your nails threatening your skin to forewarn you to stay sane.

To stay alert.

Suddenly, you feel a hot sensation touch your chest. It stings and lingers there in a sparking burn. You twist your body, but Taehyung pins you down.

Another hot feeling hits your skin again, this time between your breasts, and you groan at the impact. You gasp as it trickles down towards your navel, cursing Taehyung’s name as you squirm.

“What is that?” You question through parted lips. Your breath creates a thick air under your shirt, making it harder to breathe comfortably. “Tae?”

“Just pouring some candle wax,” he announces as he drips some more across your left nipple.

You cough at the prickling pain, body begging to be soothed by a cool touch. When the candle wax hardens after it chills, it sticks to your skin as if it belongs there.

Taehyung’s thumb runs across your skin to pluck the dried wax off of you, only to repeat dripping some more in the same areas.

“How does it feel, kitten?” He questions curiously. Taehyung places the candle back down on the table beside the bed, “Do you like it better than my mouth?”

“It’s nice,” you admit as you breathe heavier. Your body feels like it’s under the summer’s sun at its highest point in the sky, melting in the heat of its raging light.

“It’s different,” you add.

Taehyung’s lips skim over your skin, outline the edges of your body as he creeps closer to your neck. His free hand runs over the curves of your side while the other makes its way back down to the junction of your thighs.

You swallow thickly when you feel Taehyung’s head press against your shoulder and neck, inserting himself so he can breathe against the material that separates the two of you.

“And my mouth?” He repeats with a hint of annoyance.

His fingers slide further down, finding the dip of your pussy to swivel his fingertips across the entrance into your vagina. He teases and torments you with the possibility of plunging them straight into your core, but he’s waiting for your response.

“I love your mouth,” you sigh.

Your pussy clenches around nothing yet, just greedy to gain pleasure. Taehyung hums his acknowledgement, smirking into your skin as he applies further pressure with his fingers.

He groans softly while he lays his head against your chest, listening to your rapid beating heart. You’re worked up, being winded tight like a gear cranking to its last knot.

“You better,” he purrs as he finally dips his two fingers into your pussy, “Because you’re making me quite thirsty.”

A moan escapes your mouth when you feel his digits vanish inside of you, touching you against your wet velvet walls. They glide effortlessly, sinking straight to the knuckles before pressing up.

“Fuck,” you slur like an person intoxicated. You haven’t had a lick of alcohol yet you feel the dizzy spins as if you had. It’s just your body trying to comprehend reality.

Taehyung turns his head, shoving his face against your chest to find one of your tits. He mouths the mound, flicking his tongue around your nipple while simultaneously thrusting his digits into you. He pumps slowly, gathering your dripping juice around the base of his fingers while wetting your breast to tease your body.

You moan with pleasure. Trying to battle your inner needs of wanting to move. Needing to follow his guide whichever way he desires to have you. Taehyung sucks in your nipple, twisting it lightly with his teeth and taunting the idea of his fangs piercing you. You keel over, even when pinned down, at the contact. Your shirt becomes like a hot-box of heat; your face tingles with nerves and light traces of sweat. You feel Taehyung as much as he truly wants you to. Exactly how he expects you to.

His palm slides hard into your cunt, knocking your body with the force and waking up your neglected clit. You choke out a moan of pleasure and huff a laugh at yourself.

“Can I taste you?” He smiles against your skin. You know what he’s requesting, and you gladly want to give it to him. “Right here?” He emphasizes with a kiss on the thicker side of your breast.

He also persuades you with the slow rubbing of his fingers pressing into your vaginal canal. It’s enticing, beckoning you to surrender to him.

“Please,” you chuckle. You toss your head to the side, hoping to find an airway that gives you fresher air. “Please bite me.”

Upon request, he takes no chances in wasting time. His teeth sink delicately into your flesh, poking open two puncture wounds to access your warm blood. He groans when the flavor touches his tongue, nearly animalistic at first. Though Taehyung controls that beastly side of him, never losing his focus on getting what he wants all the while he pleasures you to the extreme.

You’d be lying if you said his noises of indulging in your blood scares you. In some way, it fuels your mind that you’re desirable and tasty. At least, it confirms that he’s relying on you at this very moment. That you are needed and wanted.

And knowing this, you smile with the pain. Smirking as creases in your forehead form with anguish from the throbbing wound surrounded by Taehyung’s mouth. He pushes his fingers further in you, using his palm to roll flat against your clit as he sucks in your bleeding blood.

He can hear the way your breath begins to pick up and he likes it. Taehyung continues to bite into another section of your tit without notice, dragging out more blood from you.

“Delicious,” he comments while his tongue laps up a small trail of blood that escapes.

The obvious sucking of your skin slowly bruises from his lavishing lips. But he pulls away momentarily to admire the small grotesque scene.

Your hips roll into the pace of his fingers, cunt clutching with a vise grip. You can feel a coil deep inside of you twisting tighter the more he fingers you. The bed below you shifts as you feel Taehyung move his body to lay between your legs. His lips kiss your hips before descending closer to your pussy as he keeps his fingers lodged in you.

“Is this what you want too?” His voice comes out gravelly as he draws attention to your engorged clit. Blowing softly against it.

You pinch your legs together as much as you can given the fact Taehyung is placed between them. A small whine, very low, comes out of your nose. How your pussy practically sucks his fingers in further, he doesn’t need to hear the words of affirmation to know how badly your body wants him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want it!”

“You want my mouth here?” He asks, annoying you and leading you on at the same time with his teasing.

Taehyung continues to move his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, but the tiny contact of the tip of his tongue touching your clit for a second – and only one second – has you rolling up into him with fever.

“Yes!” You peep up louder, voice gruff as you practically pant under the fabric of your shirt.

You thrash your head around, trying your damn hardest to obey his silent no touching rule. You huff when you begin to feel his lips on your inner thigh, away from the place you really want him. 

“Tae, please put your mouth on me,” you whisper as you jerk your hips towards him.

He giggles to himself when his mouth hovers over the soft flesh of your thigh, using his hand to prop your leg up. You feel the cool lick of his tongue as he tastes your skin again, running his lips over the area as he prepares for his meal.

“Oh, I will,” he says with a smile. 

With that, he takes a bite into your thigh. It’s not as rough as the last time, but still, it stings the same. The more you struggle, releasing a sharp yelp from your mouth, the worse the pain becomes. It not only shocks you, but you find yourself immediately shooting your tied hands down towards the area of the prickling burn. Your shirt moves with you, releasing your face into the fresh air of your room and granting you the chance to breathe freely. Your body thrusts up; a call to Taehyung has your eyes watering for a split second until you see the sharp daggers of his blunt red eyes looking up from where he’s latched onto you.

Your hands are centimeters away from his head before you stop yourself from nearly touching him. He startles you with a single look, daring you to defy his command.

Slowly, he releases his mouth from your thigh and his eyes never leave yours. He doesn’t even bother to blink when he withdraws his fingers from you as well. Though you stay there, sitting up in your spot on the bed as Taehyung takes his leisure time to level his head with yours. You feel small pieces of your hair sticking to the sides of your face and back of your neck, but from the way the vampire glares at you – you are sure the rest of the hair on your body sticks straight up.

Blood dribbles down the corner of his parted mouth as Taehyung leans closer to you. If it were any other time you would be admiring the way his luscious black locks have been pushed back from his forehead, exposing his full beauty even in the dimly lit room. But for now you feel like a prey being stalked by its apex predator – cornered with nowhere left to run.

Frozen in place, you muster the courage to blurt out a cracked, “I-I’m sorry!”

Taehyung cups your jaw abruptly, forcing your mouth open with how he places his fingers. The two digits he put inside of your pussy now presses past your teeth and down on your tongue. Forcing you to taste your own flavor.

“I know you are, kitten,” he expresses with a cracked smile. “You just want so much right now, don’t you? But,” Taehyung uses his hold on your head to lean you back down to the pillows, “You’re not allowed to.”

You nod your head as you understand his words. He’s right after all. You practically want everything when it comes to him, don’t you? With the record list between the two of you, it's always Taehyung who has ultimate control.

“Now,” – he grabs your bounded hands once again and lifts them above your head – “I will litter your skin with my bite if you even think about breaking my rule. I will not clean you up. I will not heal you like I did earlier. You’ll be left looking like a mutilated mess. Do you understand me?”

Fucking Hell… You do! You completely and entirely understand him. And you most certainly believe every word spoken.

Why is it that he can say such things and place such control over you and get away with it all? While not one other person in your life can make you break like this… Or make you feel so down and dirty?

“Yes,” you manage to speak with two fingers pressing onto your tongue, “I won’t do it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers from your mouth. “You know when you behave, I give you more.”

“And I like that…” you confess, heat rising to your cheeks.

Taehyung lifts your leg by the underside of your knee to hook around his shoulder. He grins from ear to ear with how you own up to enjoying his treatments. His eyes peer down to the leaking blood from his bite mark, watching how it smears against anything it touches.

“You’ve sedated me for now, my little kitten, but I’ll be coming back for more. That is a promise,” he whispers in his low baritone voice.

He freely removes the button from his pants before sliding his bottoms down enough to release himself. His cock hangs from his body, proud and erect. The length alone can tell anyone that it’s a heavy appendage. His free hand wraps around the base to begin stroking himself as he looks over your naked body. You’re so far beyond distracted that you don’t notice how he stares at you watching him touch himself. Lost in the appreciation of how he touches himself with you in his mind.

You mentally prepare yourself for having his cock impale you. Clenching erratically the more you ponder the way his dick will stretch your pussy open. 

“Do you want this?” He quips up the question with a smug smile.

The more he pumps himself, squeezing tightly at the head of his dick, the more his breath begins to match yours. He leans himself closer, bending your leg with his advance toward you. His cock inches away from your cunt makes you wring your hands together. 

“Fuck, yes! Yes I do,” you express with passion.

Taehyung slaps the underside of his cock against your spread pussy, tapping it in a taunting manner. He even pushes it roughly against you, mushing his hardened dick on top of your clit and rubbing himself against you.

Your body is so desperate that you’re arching your back and hips to accommodate the angles you need to try and get Taehyung to slip right into your entrance. A poor attempt at getting what you want, even though you’ve clearly stated the obvious.

“Taehyung, please!” you nearly yell at him. 

Who cares about your neighbors? Who cares what time it is right now? All you care about is having Taehyung fulfill your carnal desires by plugging you up with his lengthy cock.

A harsh slap hits your asscheek. You whine at the contact while Taehyung groans.

“So eager,” he comments as he angles his cockhead against your entrance. “What happened to being my good girl?” he snorts. “I’ll leave you high and dry. I can make sure you won't finish yourself off either. Is that what you want?”

“No!” you drone. Tossing your head to the side, you purposely expose more of your neck toward him. “I’m just so ready to go – to cum. You can do anything, just please let me cum.”

Taehyung leans down enough to meet your face, his lips brushing against your cheek as he stretches your leg. You can feel the tension of his cock resting right at your hole, hardly enough to break open your wall and slide itself inside. But he gives it to you, just how you want it.

With one tiny push of his hips, Taehyung enters you. Stretching your elastic walls open and diving into your wetness.

“So generous,” he judges. His mouth kisses down your jawline and meets the column of your neck. Blood rushes through your vein that protrudes out enough for him to kiss. “Offering me your neck so freely?” Your heart skips a beat thinking he’ll take the bait and sink his fangs into you, but Taehyung does no such thing. Instead, he softly kisses you right above your pulsepoint. Sucking your skin in a delicate caress as his cock plunges to the hilt.

He fills you up so nicely, so fully. Sometimes it even feels like it’s too much – although right now it feels just right. He feels incredibly right.

You gasp out loud, even stutter a moan as you adjust to his cock. Your nails dig into your palms with the tension built up inside of you. With one single thrust, Taehyung already has your body feeling like it’s levitating. Primed to lift itself all the way to rapturous pleasure.

“Fuck –” you curse with a cloudy brain, “– you feel so good.”

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums as he drags his cock out of you. He waits a moment before sliding himself back in – in one easy stride for his hips to slap into you.

You tighten each and every time he does. Pacing himself to his own beat as his mouth caresses the side of your neck. You’re forced to tense your body with anticipation. Strained like how your vocal cords were the other night when he showed you no mercy.

There’s a particular thrust that has your body jerking toward Taehyung to meet his cock. Whether it be the angle he adjusted himself with or your body finally calling the shots on its own behalf, you’re unsure.

But you do feel the knot building deep inside your abdomen winding itself tighter and tighter. Hardening the longer and harder Taehyung pushes himself up in you, seconds from combusting.

“Do you feel me?” Taehyung quizzes.

His question feels completely stupid… of course you can feel him. How could you possibly not at a time like this?

Taehyung’s hand snakes up to touch your tit, squeezing the round of it and swiping away the trickling bloodspill.

“Yeah, I do…” you groan.

“Good.”

Taehyung leans himself up to get a better look at your body once again. His knees hold his body upright as your leg dangles over his shoulder while the other rests open toward the other side of his body. He grips one hand around your thigh as the other hovers over your lower abdomen. He slants his palm so that his thumb can reach your clit while the rest of his hand can push down against you.

He’s slow and sensual about it while applying pressure to make it feel tighter for you. You dare to peek over at how he looks hovering above you. The candle’s flame does nothing but illuminate his beautiful features in a sexy light. His mouth hangs open as he breathes out short breaths while his hips swing into you naturally.

You can feel yourself losing your vision the closer you’re pushed to the edge of your release. With all the help Taehyung gives you, there are no complications to reaching that divine orgasm.

“I’m gonna – I’m gonna!” you warn with every last bit of rationality inside of you.

Your nails scratch hard into your clenching fists as you’re hit with a wave of tingly delight. Thumping sensations blast through your nerves while heat floods your entire body. You tighten your body as it tries to figure out how to correspond to the sensations, wriggling in your spot as Taehyung holds you firm.

Taehyung’s name leaves your lips in a moan as your body shakes. You sweat and pant while he fucks you through your orgasm, smiling down at your writhing body while he continues to impale you with his cock.

“It’s so lovely to see you enjoying yourself,” he praises. But even he is holding himself back on indulging himself further and from tearing another orgasm out of you. He'll do one right after another if your body will allow it, but he knows you're in no shape for that. Taehyung can feel how you feel.

He slows his strokes as he witnesses streaks of cum dress his thick shaft. Taehyung pulls out only halfway for his palm to wrap around his base to stroke himself.

“W-Why’d you stop?” You turn to look at him with concern.

“You’re tight against me,” he comments as he slightly nudges his cock into you again. “If I pry you open again, it’ll hurt.”

“I can handle it!” You retort. “It’s ok, we’ve done it before!”

Taehyung huffs as his hand continues to jerk the rest of his cock. He stares into your eyes when he recites the word ‘no’ to you. You can feel how his fist smacks lightly into your cunt as he flicks his wrist along his shaft.

“Next time,” he declares in a low tone. You can sense that he’s drawing near to his own climax from the pace of his tugs. “But for right now just lay here and look pretty for me.”

It doesn’t take much longer for Taehyung’s breath to catch up to speed. For his orgasm to roll into him and his semen to spill inside and over your cunt as he pulls out. His short-winded noises breeze into the air around you as he presses his cockhead against his cum, rubbing it messily around the folds of your pussy.

Your pet name drips softly out of his parted lips with a deep groan. Taehyung stares down at the junction of your thighs, admiring the lewd painting he’s created with the mess of you two.

A hand cradles your face while the other begins to untie the scarf around your wrists. He softly strokes your cheek with his thumb, basking in the warmth of your body.

“Do you have anything you can eat in your kitchen? Any natural juices? I’ll grab some while I look around for something to clean you up with.”

The sun begins to beam just a tad through the blinds in your room. The cloudy sky keeps most of the rays at bay, but it serves as a reminder to Taehyung that he must find coverage away from the scorching light when it decides to shine.

“I don’t have much, I usually purchase things from the local convenience store down the road.”

You watch as Taehyung redresses himself as he shuffles around your room. He analyzes his surroundings, peeks at some of your looming decorations and unkept closet and dresser. While he makes himself presentable once again, all you can manage is swiftly pulling the oversized shirt back down your body and ignoring the slippery mess that’s mushed between your thighs.

“Stay,” he orders. His finger points to you.

“Tae, I’m fine. I can walk,” you reassure as you lean up, letting your legs hang off the edge of the bed.

Globs of cum spread more between your thighs the more you move around. But your independence is a hard trait to shake down when you’re used to doing most things on your own.

The second you push up and off the mattress, a swift hand lands on your shoulder to hold you down. Firmly, Taehyung holds you in your sitting position, eyes which turn back to their normal state drills his demand into yours.

“Just… stay. I’ll be back in two seconds.”

Frustration fuels you momentarily. Within a flash, you witness how Taehyung’s body nearly vanishes with unimaginable speed. Your bedroom door swings with the wind once he returns.

A small cup filled with cool water, topped with two ice cubes, is presented before you. One small towel from your bathroom sink is clutched in his other hand. With a pointed look, you take the generous liquid from him as he maneuvers his body closer to you.

“Sip on that for now,” he requests. “And spread your legs so I can clean you up.”

Taehyung is already pushing your thighs apart before you can reject him. Cloth delicately running over your skin and whipping up what remains he’s left on you. The sensitivity that runs through your lower region makes you wince slightly from the pressure of his hand. You tip the glass to your lips, taking a few sips of icy water to cool you down.

It’s weird. Having someone do nearly everything for you. It almost makes you feel useless or unskilled. But that’s the stubborn mindset you’ve gained within your years of growth; adjusting to your world and what experiences you had to endure. The individuality of yourself is what makes you feel important; you never really enjoyed depending on others as guilt washed over you. So you learned to take care of yourself – for the most part. Figuring out life how most try to do, and keep trying to do.

But as you stare at the way Taehyung, a man you are slowly getting to know – someone who is completely willing to sweep you off your feet and treat you like you’re untouchable to everyone but him, takes care of you… You begin to feel the slightest of ease when you allow him to take control. Not allowing you to lift a single finger.

“All clean,” Taehyung comments with his soothing voice. He inspects the wound on your thigh, tracing the outline of his bite with his forefinger. “I hope you don’t mind me leaving these here. It’ll be a nice reminder for you.”

You feel heat prick at your cheeks from his statement. A flush of embarrassment creeping out from within.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you murmur under your breath.

He cracks a smile at that, surely pleased with himself. Taehyung gently tosses the used towel towards a pile of laundry you’ve yet to wash while returning his attention back toward you.

“I want to give you something,” he begins. His hand slips through a pocket in his jacket to pull out his wallet. He flips through the folds until his fingers land on a plastic card, yanking it out and handing it over to you. “Take this and treat yourself while I’m gone. Whatever you want or need.”

You stare at the credit card with a dumbfounded look to your face. With a quick shake of your head, you automatically decline the offer. 

“I don’t need that,” you state.

As your hand pushes him away, somehow, Taehyung fiddles his fingers with yours. Managing to slip the card from his grasp and into yours. He squeezes your palm around the thin card, not taking rejection for an answer.

“Keep it, you need to get yourself some proper groceries. Unless you want me to send over a servant to do it for you. Your choice.”

“... This doesn’t feel much like a choice.”

Taehyung huffs a laugh, patting your head with amusement. His smile could light up the night sky when he’s like this; getting his way that is.

“Tae, I really can’t take this –”

“– Kitten, I want you to have this,” he reasons. His hand slides down the side of your face and cups your jaw. “I won’t be around for the next few days. But consider this as a part of your ‘adjusting’. Get used to me wanting to pamper you and please, let me take care of you.”

You blink up into Taehyung’s eyes that flicker in the dim candle light left on your bedside table. The softening sun rays glow in your room as light rain trickles against the windows. Taehyung looks not only handsome but he also looks more real. Especially when the shadows on his face somehow add warmth to his complexion and his beautiful eyes soften with genuinity.

There’s a feeling in your heart that strains against giving in to such a proposal. Even though the idea of having everything done for you sounds pleasing, wouldn’t it become boring to have no reason? To not do something on your own? Would the constant displays of service become not enough and unsatisfying for you in the end? 

Any normal person would say this is something too good to be true. To take up on the offer. But there is something blocking you from fully accepting Taehyung. 

You’re not ready yet.

Taehyung sighs out of his nostrils when you remain mute. He straightens his posture and retracts his hand from your jawline.

“It’s there if you need it,” he references to the card still in your hand. “I placed my contact information in your phone also.” Taehyung turns to leave your room, talking over his shoulder to you as he departs. 

Something pulls against your heart as you see his back fade further away from you. 

“Wait!” You frantically stand up. You take nearly three steps until you run into the back of Taehyung who freezes in his spot, twisting his head to look down at you. Your fist manages to grab a hold of the sleeve to his jacket, alerting him with a quick tug. “I’m sorry!” – you begin with uncertainty in your voice – “I just… I just don’t know what’s happening. What could happen. I don’t know what this all means or what will come of this.”

“Kitten,” Taehyung quietly speaks. “I’ve already told you. I’ll give you whatever you want. I can see you need to process it more and I won’t rush you. Sadly, I must head out. The day isn’t a vampire’s friend. But do know, little kitten,” he takes a finger and dances it along the length of your arm and down towards your wrist. Taehyung lifts the back of your hand to his mouth, placing an everlasting kiss to your skin. “You’re already mine.”

Moodboard inspiration and credits fully to @caelesjjk​ 

© 2022 All rights reserved under @kth1​ - do not copy, repost, modify, edit, or translate any of my work without my direct consent. This TUMBLR and AO3 are the ONLY places my fics are posted.

[lovequartz]

the art of pie-making.

❥ pairing: woozi x baker!reader

❥ genre: fluff! sea-side town au

❥ warnings: none

❥ word count: 971

❥ let your adoration spill

❥ notes: this is also set in the g&b + bruise universe! i just love the setting of those pieces so i find myself writing for them a lot. this is also my first time writing for jihoon so please enjoy the fruits of my labor!!

jihoon is very romantic.

although he seems quite standoffish and has a bit of a tsundere attitude, he is probably the most romantic man you’ve ever known. grandiose gestures, extravagant outings, and luxurious gifts are not what make jihoon romantic. his soft way of loving you, and genuine care is what does.

those small acts and gestures that you know are reserved just for you make you swoon more than a diamond necklace ever could. you wouldn’t trade the press of his lips against your wrist, that small smile he gives you across the room to say he misses you, or the brush of his knuckles across your cheek when he thinks you're asleep for all the money in the world.

so you can’t say you find it surprising when you catch a glimpse of a photo of yourself tucked into jihoon’s wallet.

you were in the kitchen, busy prepping ingredients for the several pies you were baking. one was for you and jihoon to enjoy after dinner tonight, while the others were for friends. despite how taxing making multiple pies at once was, it was also helpful to get feedback from friends so that when you went to the market this upcoming week you knew what pies would sell well and what pies wouldn’t. also, it was a bit therapeutic to have something to do and it didn’t hurt that the kitchen always smelled amazing.

you heard jihoon even before he said your name, something he does to not startle you when he comes up behind you like this. feeling the warmth of his hand on your hip, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“morning,” he murmurs against your skin, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

“morning,” you reply softly, “you aren’t going into the workshop today?”

he makes a grumble, and you feel it from where his chest presses into your back. It's a bit soothing to be honest, like a cat purring.

“i am, i have to finish those rings for mr. seo and his wife. i would much rather stay here with you, and these pies. what flavors are you making this time?”

mr. & mrs. seo were an elderly couple that lived not too far from joshua’s farm. mrs. seo’s wedding ring had an unfortunate incident that ended with it being broken and jihoon despite the majority of his expertise being in woodworking, has proficiency with metalworking as well. so it's known around town that he can fix things like broken rings and what have you.

you nod over to the pile of fruits sitting atop the counter, “apple, blackberry, and pear. do you have a preference for the one we keep?”

“hmm,” he pretends to mull it over but you know what he’ll end up choosing, “let’s do blackberry.”

you nod with a small smile, “okay, blackberry it is. i packed lunch for you, it's by the door so you can grab it on your way out.”

“getting rid of me already?” he teases with a squeeze of your hip, but before you can reply he steps away from you, “fine, i know where i’m not wanted."

this pulls a giggle out of you, before you shoo him out of the kitchen. “don’t forget your lunch! you call out, before returning to your pies. however, when you go over to grab the apples to begin cutting them you find something underneath your foot. bending down to pick it up you realize it's jihoon wallet. funny enough, you find your own face staring back at you.

a picture of you from years ago, when you and jihoon were newly together. you had taken a day trip to the next town over, a spontaneous idea of yours wanting to see jihoon take a break from how hard he was working at the time. In the photo your smile is wide, and you’re holding up a kitten. one you two had found by happenstance, and would not stop following you and jihoon. you ended up taking the kitten home and he’s been with you ever since, most likely rolling around in the back garden at this very moment.

you snap out of your reminiscing to realize jihoon would most likely need his wallet, and so you tear out the front door not even thinking about slipping on a pair of shoes. catching glimpse of jihoon almost at the bottom of the small hill your home resides on you call his name.

he turns back to see you rushing down towards him, his brow furrowed in concern. he reaches his arms out to steady you once you are near enough to him, and you catch your breath as best you can.

“you forgot this!” you say, once your lungs feel normal again, holding out his wallet.

his expression softens but you can still see the tinge of concern that pinches his features.

“you didn’t have to rush over this,” he replies, “look at you, you don’t even have shoes on. what if you hurt yourself?” he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, his other hand taking the wallet from your fingers.

“you keep a picture of me,” you say, brushing past his comments.

he gives you a bewildered look, “in my wallet?”

you nod, smiling.

“of course I keep a picture of you,” he says plainly, “i love you, and i wanna see you all the time.”

your heart nearly bursts, and you throw your arms around jihoon squeezing tightly. you feel him sigh and start rubbing a hand down your back.

“i love you,” you say, lips against his neck, and he chuckles.

“i love you,” he replies, before bending slightly to hook his arm under your knees and hauling you into his arms, “so please don’t chase me down without your shoes ever again.”

notes: thanks for reading! i really enjoyed writing this <3

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Author: Azalaïs

Group: A

Prompts: A difference of opinion. Eternal sleep. Kitten.

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Conjuring the Light

The message was at odds with the sunny, Storybrooke street onto which they turned. The rows of houses flanking the pavement advertised their welcome, and Belle fancied she could almost smell the cookies that awaited a visitor to any of the brightly painted homes.

“Are you sure this is the place, Rumple?”

“White Rose Way,” he said, naming the street. “I wrote it down exactly as the message said.”

“I’m not doubting you,” Belle said, looking up from Rumple’s handwriting, “Just… from the rest of the message I was expecting something far more…” she trailed off, running words through her head that might have appropriately completed the sentence.

“Sinister?” Rumple offered.

“Yes,” Belle agreed, “Sinis–”

The car lurched to a halt, driving the breath from her lungs, and she felt the sure, solid press of Rumple’s arm across her chest, adding to the seat belt’s restraint. She blinked, and watched as, from in front of the Cadillac, a barely grown, black and white kitten sauntered toward the sidewalk.  Once there, it turned a piercing glare toward them then bounded off in the direction of the houses.

“I suppose someone calling the Dark One for help could be considered an act of desperation.”

“Yes, not quite what you would expect,” Rumple agreed.

**

“Mr Gold.” The woman, Mrs Leigh, that met them at the door was an embodiment of relief as her bohemian skirts swirled to a stop around her calves. “Belle. Thank you both so much for coming.  I didn’t know where else to turn. She won’t wake, you see, and I thought to myself, if anyone will know what to do, it would be you.” She barely paused for breath before plunging on, “I’ve tried everything; everything I know: vapors, prayers, doctors… I even tried the nuns from the convent, but they wouldn’t even consider coming.  Said their Mother Superior forbade them getting involved in anything even remotely connected with–”

“A moment,” Rumple interrupted, holding up a hand and trying not to let his true feelings about the fairies show. “Won’t wake? Perhaps you’d better start at the beginning, and if you would, perhaps show us to your sister?”

“Of course,” Mrs Leigh said. “Please… come this way.”

The upstairs room to which she showed them was exactly as Gold had expected. The curtains were drawn, and the light from candles flickered against the walls, giving the illusion of movement among the vines and flowers that patterned the wallpaper.

“Candles?” Belle asked, and Rumple took a step closer as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“The strangest thing,” Mrs Leigh confirmed. “Can’t get the electricity to work in this room.” As if to prove her point she flipped the switch on the wall. Nothing happened and she turned to the couple almost apologetically.

“I assume you checked the breakers,” Belle asked.

“Several times.” The answer came with a shrug, and Rumple nodded, giving Belle’s arm a brief squeeze as he moved toward the woman’s sister that was lying insensate in the middle of the bed, as if in some kind of eternal sleep.

For a moment he leaned in closer, reaching out with his senses to try and detect the presence of poison, injury or any other reason she might be so afflicted - anything except magic. Something discouraged him from trying to identify the obvious.

“Might we, perhaps, open the curtains,” he asked, “To better see your sister?”

With another shrug, the woman reached for the drapes and began to draw them aside, letting a stringent shaft of light fall across where her sister’s hands lay folded on her chest, but as a sudden hiss echoed around them, she jumped away from the hanging fabric, and from the small, black and white shape that sprang up onto the bed, hissing with an arched back as if protecting the figure on the bed.

“Isn’t that–” Belle began, but Rumple interrupted with a glance that he hoped portrayed that they should wait to speak until they were alone.

“Perhaps you could,” he gestured toward the cat, that was turning circles and alternately growling at him, and at Belle, “remove your sister’s cat?  It might be easier for us to help without upsetting so staunch a defender as it is.”

“Don’t know what’s gotten into her,” Leigh replied, and as though the animal were as docile as a lamb, picked up the cat. The growling stopped, although the cat did not take her eyes off Rumple until, with apologies, the woman exited the room, carrying the cat with her.

“I don’t like this, Rumple.”  Belle said as the door closed. “There’s something… wrong - unnatural about that cat.”

Rumple shook his head.  “Cats often despise the Dark One, Belle,” he said. “We need not allow our imagination to get the better of us.”

“No, Rumple,” She disagreed, and he tipped his head to one side in query. They rarely had such a difference of opinion, and it troubled him more than he was willing to admit. “I know the way I feel, and I feel… this is wrong.”

“All right,” he said finally, “Let’s see what we can do now, and we’ll deal with whatever else might present itself later.”

“What do you need me to do?” Belle asked with a decisive nod.

“The curtains,” he said. “Light is always a good beginning.”

He offered her a smile, and she squeezed his arm, returning the smile, but more than that, he could feel the love radiating from her in deep waves.

As the daylight flooded the room, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out the dagger. It was heavy in his hand, and already rushing with the power of detection; magic calling to like magic. A flush of darkness passed along each of the letters of the name engraved upon it, echoed in a glimmer of darkness on Hadig’s hand.

“Hidden,” he murmured. “See?”

With slow deliberation, he moved the dagger through the air above the stricken woman’s hand, and slowly, where once her finger had been empty, a simple, silver ring resolved upon her hand.

“That’s it?” Belle asked.

“The source of the magic,” he said, then corrected himself, “curse… upon the unfortunate Ms Hadig.”

“So we…?” 

“When a curse is tied to an object, like a ring, it’s usually a case of, ‘remove the ring, remove the curse’,” he said, then started back when Belle cried out a shrill warning as he moved to do just that.

“Shouldn’t you…?” she asked, but he shook his head.

“So long as I hold the dagger, then whatever power is left in the curse will be drawn to it.  It won’t–”

Belle snatched the dagger from his hand and before he could even find his equilibrium again, leaned over the woman and reached for the ring.

“Belle!” he warned, but she turned to him and he could see fire burning in her expression.

“I won’t let you do this, Rumple,” she said fiercely, “You already do so much for this town, and with no respect, or even recognition. Everyone just comes running to you when they want something, and running faster when they need someone to blame.”

Without warning she tugged at the silver ring and it slid from Hadig’s finger with a visible wave of energy that swirled around Belle for too long for Rumple’s comfort, before flowing into the tip of the dagger, like a film played in reverse.

“Belle!” he called again, and from the room below came a angry, but fading, feline howl.

“I’m all right,” Belle whispered, clearly shaken, and Rumple reached over, gently took both ring and dagger from her hands, then drew her into his arms. “I’m fine.”

“No more heroics,” he murmured against her temple. “I always knew what my role would be in Storybrooke, and I accept it, though… I’m humbled that you don’t.”

A soft moan interrupted further conversation, and they both turned to watch as Hadig slowly began to wake.

**

They made the drive home in silence, lost in their thoughts and emotions. Belle glanced, every now and then, Rumple’s way and wondered how much truth there was in his assertion of humility as a response to her vehement opinion of her fellow former residents of a world where magic and curses were the norm.

She sighed as Rumple turned the Cadillac into the driveway of the old Victorian, and stifled a small yawn, looking forward to drawing a hot bath, and then curling up in bed with Rumple and a good book.

“You coming?” Rumple’s amusement brought her from her daydream and she looked up to find him standing beside her door to help her from the car.

At his side, she tensed suddenly, a flash of black and white crossed the twighlight dimmed lawn… but then was gone.

She shook her head as Rumple asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just my imagination playing games with me.  Must be more tired than I thought.”

-

[cardcaptorsakura96]

About Last Night-Chapter 7

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas, Lionel Luthor, Lex Luthor, Clark Kent, Alex Danvers, Eve Teschmacher, Jess, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Winn Schott

Summary: Lillian Luthor is eagerly wanting to get to her daughter's destination wedding. However, a couple of detours with the docile Kara Danvers changes her life in a big way.

Rating: Mature

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Lillian frowned as she felt something licking her face. She gradually looked up and chuckled. The kitten was up and seemed to be doing its darnedest to get her attention. 

Probably hungry. 

Lillian murmured as she started to fall back to sleep, “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

The kitten meowed and proceeded to lick her so more. 

Lillian smiled and said, “Alright, I’m up. I’m up. I will get you some food.”

As Lillian started to become more awake, she noticed her other senses. She felt arms around her and something pressing up against her shoulder. Lillian looked down to see that Kara was holding her. Lillian looked up baffled to see Kara’s head resting on her shoulder. That immediately woke Lillian right up causing her to move quickly. However, she didn’t pay attention that her legs were still wrapped in blankets so when she tried to get out of bed, she instantly tripped and fell causing Lillian to fall flat on her bottom. The kitten looked down at her from the bed shaking his head. 

Lillian sighed.

It’s bad when even the kitten thinks I am a mess.

Lillian shook her head as she untangled herself and gradually started to get back up. Unfortunately, she made a bit of noise because, by the time she was finished getting up from the floor, Kara was wide awake and staring at Lillian curiously.

Kara asked, “Are you okay? I didn’t push you off the bed, did I?”

Lillian chuckled nervously and said, “No, it was all on me. You took me off guard, and I overreacted just a bit.”

Kara frowned and asked, “How so?”

Lillian looked down blushing and said, “You had your arms wrapped around me cuddling when I woke up this morning.”

Kara stared at Lillian mortified and said, “I am so sorry! I hope that I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Kara frowned while looking down and said, “What am I saying? Of course I did or you wouldn’t have fallen off the bed.”

Lillian shook her head and quickly grabbed Kara’s hand while sitting down.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just startled is all. I didn’t expect it to feel so… nice.”

Kara looked up at her startled and asked, “Really?”

Lillian nodded and said, “Really.”

Lillian and Kara stared at each other blushing for a minute before they heard a loud meow. They looked over to see that the kitten was meowing and rubbing his head against Kara’s arm. Kara chuckled as she picked up the kitten and snuggled with him. 

Lillian smiled and said, “Don’t worry my little alarm clock. We won’t forget to feed you.”

Kara smiled while she started to get up out of bed with the kitten and said, “Well, we can’t have that Mittens.”

Lillian smirked and asked, “Don’t you mean The Fantastic Mr. Mittens?”

Kara chuckled while raising an eyebrow and said, “Yeah, I don’t see myself saying such a mouthful each time. Do you?”

Lillian chuckled and said, “No. I think Mittens is just perfect.”

Kara smiled at the kitten while patting his head and asked, “Do you hear that Mittens? You have a new nickname.”

Mittens purred in contentment while rubbing up against Kara’s hand. 

Kara smiled while looking at Lillian and said, “I think he likes it.”

Lillian smiled while petting Mittens and said, “Now that we got you a more appropriate name, let’s get ready so we can all have breakfast.”

Lillian looked up at Kara and asked, “Did you check out the walk-in closet? It looks like it has clothes tailored for both of us.”

Kara looked up startled and asked, “Really?”

Lillian nodded and said, “I am quite impressed with whoever Bruce got as a stylist. They have really good options that match my normal style. I am probably going to sneak some of the stuff with me when we leave.”

Kara smirked and said, “Why Ms. Luthor, I never took you as someone that would live so dangerously close to the edge.”

Lillian smirked and said, “There is more to me than meets the eye, Kara.” As Lillian walked toward the closet, she turned to Kara and said, “You know that you can call me Lillian by the way.”

Kara looked at Lillian startled. 

Lillian chuckled and said, “Don’t look so surprised. We have seen each other naked. I think we are passed the point of being formal.”

Kara looked down, blushed, and said, softly, “Okay.”

Lillian smiled. 

She looks so cute as she blushes. I wish this side of her came out more than the sad persona that she has had for months. 

As Lillian walked into the closet, she said, “I think the stuff that would interest you would be towards the back.”

Kara quickly followed Lillian inside with the kitten and went to where Lillian instructed. She stared at the clothing surprised.

As Kara looked through the clothes, she let out a low whistle and said, “I don’t know if I should be impressed or creeped out that Bruce knows my personal style so well.”

 Lillian chuckled while looking through clothing and said, “I’m choosing to be impressed. This is the same guy who used his tech to create a personal shopper AI. I wouldn’t be surprised if it arranged for all the clothes we have here.”

Kara smirked as she ruffled through the clothes and said, “The Alfred AI was genius on his part. Didn’t think that so many people would like the whole British butler schtick.”

Lillian held up a dress to herself while looking in the mirror and mused, “I am more surprised that Alfred approved to have his image and voice used like that. He has always been such a private person.”

Kara chuckled and said, “You know Alfred is a big old softie when it comes to Bruce and his kids. It probably helped that the AI has generated Wayne Enterprises over $15 billion this year so far. They are projecting that it will make $50 billion before the end of the year.”

Lillian smirked and said, “I am glad that I invested early in the project.” As Lillian chose an outfit, she turned to Kara and said, “If you like, I can use the bathroom in here and you can use the one in the bedroom.”

Kara looked at Lillian startled and asked, “Wait? There is a bathroom in the closet?”

Lillian nodded and pointed to a door in the back of the closet. Kara went to the back of the closet and opened the door. She raised an eyebrow and was surprised at what was before her: a bathroom with a bathtub, toilet, and sink. It was much smaller than the ensuite bathroom for the room which also had a shower and a hot tube. 

Kara mused while scratching her head, “Bruce really didn’t spare anything when it came to this place.”

Lillian smirked and said, “And this is just the lodging accommodations. I must admit that I am a little excited to see the rest of the island.”

Read the rest on AO3

[captainlynxx]

And we’re done with consequences :D, I like my highlight format so let’s go with that again:

The baby farmers

> ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked. ‘Is our pet freak misbehaving again?’

‘Pet freak? Said Jack, in a tone of mild outrage. ‘Who’re you calling a pet freak?’

> ‘I’m not really a fan of musical theatre’

‘Sure about that?’ asked Jack.

‘Yes, Jack,’ Gaskell replied, wearily. No matter how hard you try to convince me otherwise.’

> Emily thought this over for a moment before smiling. ‘Not really,’ she replied, gently brushing Alice’s cheek with one finger. (I know what you are)

> ‘Mr Gaskell,’ he said. ‘How do you do? Please, take a seat. Would you care for tea,’ (never beating the British allegations)

> ‘You know, we could have tried knocking at the door,’

>’Cyanide…’ said Gaskell (yummy)

> ‘Do you see, Mr Gaskell?’ said Emily. These things can be done quietly, you know.’

> ‘And,’ Emily continued, ‘I am sure there are far more enjoyable things with which we can occupy ourselves this evening.’

‘Why, Miss Holroyd,’ said Alice, raising one eyebrow. ‘Whatever do you mean?’

Emily leaned across the desk and kissed her gently on the lips.

‘I shall leave that to your imagination, Miss Guppy,’ she replied.

Kaleidoscope

> ‘I think I’ve found something.’

‘Jack?’ Gwen raised an eyebrow. ‘Finding Jack might solve our problem.’

> Owen Harper could truly be a bastard sometimes

> ‘Voilà’

‘Smart arse.’

> ‘Oh gosh,’ Toshiko Sato whispered.

‘If you’ve got a swearword in you,’ Gwen said ‘then maybe this is the time for it. Whether you like it or not, you’re in charge.’

> There were just too many personal ghosts in the quiet spaces around him. His eyes snagged on Jack’s office door. That space especially.

> Under all the angst in their relationship, Gwen felt for him. (I forgot angst wasn’t just an ao3 tag)

The wrong hands

> ‘Always a godfather and never a god.’ (Boygenius starts playing)

> Nobody knows I’m a lesbian (I don’t have that problem the closet is glass)

> ‘That’s right,’ said Jack, grinning. ‘You know, you’d make a very good police officer. Has anyone ever told you that? Or maybe a very good drug dealer.’

> ‘You’d be surprised what you can get up to on a rocking horse’ (Jack bloody Harkness)

> ‘Always looking on the bright side. Are you Welsh by any chance?’

Virus

> ‘Torchwood kills babies’

> ‘And you’re taken,’ said Ianto. ‘Both of you are. Nothing wrong with window shopping, just try not to lick the glass too much.’

> ‘I do my best,’ he said. ‘Which is usually pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. Which I do.’

> ‘The rest of the team?’

Gwen and Ianto frantically mimed at him to say that they weren’t there, shaking their heads and waving their arms around. Jack grinned. Why let them miss out on all the fun?

‘Yes we’re all here, hang on.’

> An emergency stash of instant coffee, hidden under several folders so that Ianto wouldn’t find it.

> Gwen looked at Jack, dismayed, as if he had asked her to shoot a small kitten in the head. ‘Jack, Jack, Jack. He’d go bananas. He’d kill us. And he knows what the coffee from all the local places smells like.’

> ‘And I’m not the tea-boy. I’m the coffee boy.’

> He removed his hand and kissed him, quickly, keeping his expression optimistic.

> ‘Well, if I’m talking to you, then I’m not talking to myself, which makes it perfectly normal and not weird…’

> Ianto took a sip of the coffee, and winced. To say it wasn’t up to his standards would be like saying a light bulb emitted slightly less light and heat than the sun.

> ‘Jack, you know how I feel. I think I know how you feel. You brought me back from the brink, so many times, and made me feel so alive. I didn’t think I’d ever feel like that again. So thank you. In all the madness, you’re the one person I know I can rely on. And that counts for a hell of a lot.’

> Before he left, he gave Jack one last kiss. And he made sure it was a good one.

> ‘Don’t make fun of the suit,’

> ‘How about the time when—‘

He stopped, and looked at Gwen and Rhys. He didn’t want them to hear this. He leaned in closely to Jack, and whispered the rest into his ear. (What did he whisper? WHAT DID HE WHISPER???)

> Jack nodded. Took Ianto’s hand. And for the rest of the evening, there were no more words.

Consequences

So uhm I kinda forgot to highlight in this one and slight problem is I have to return it to the library tomorrow morning so I will update this post after a re-read :D

[kickthecan-revolution]

Mr. Peach, aka “big Jim” (James the Giant Peach) is still here. The rescue said she’d take him after he healed from his surgery. I called, I texted - no reply. I ended up at my vet’s house Saturday night, he and his partner invited me to their daughter’s second birthday party (and I showed up, another miracle). She was supposed to be there but didn’t come which felt strange. The next day, I finally texted my vet’s partner (who manages the operations for their mobile vet company), I asked her if A (rescue owner as well as an employee) was ok, that I’d not heard from her. That I didn’t want my vet to know, as she was his employee and her rescue should be separate from that. I learned that over the weekend, A had gotten several kittens she’d found homes for returned, and she was overwhelmed.

When I tell you the panic. It was a Thing.

I texted A letting her know I’d heard about her situation and that we were fine here and I’d check back in next week, she called and we talked for a while. I love her commitment to always taking a cat back if it doesn’t work. She’s new to all of this and I’m not going to pile on to adding another cat in her parents’ house where her dad isn’t a fan of all of this to begin with. There’s an adoption event that I’m going to bring him to this Saturday. I put an ad up on Next Door.

I’m not going to talk about the melt down I had after we hung up, into that evening. What I will say is how thankful I am for this experience, for all the purging of pain and fear I’m experiencing, old old old stuff that has clouded my judgment and my beliefs about others, and myself.

The next morning I woke up and dreaded going into Peach’s room for hours to play with him, then come out and play with the others, then back in with Peach at night. I realized how my entire life, I never made a move if the person in front of me was sad/angry/displeased with me. I froze - calculated- and shifted however I needed to so that would stop. The entirety of my focus has been watching others and reacting so I’d stay connected, not rejected, not alone, not hated.

The rage of that - of those in my life not being willing to look past the glittery, funny, storytelling persona - engulfed me. The anger of no one being interested enough to go deeper - wanting to know me well enough, so they just accepted what was mostly just bullshit- the grief of that - was intense.

Something in me cleared and shifted. The constant worry about these cats - the panic at their reaction, the worry of Peach behind that closed door - it was my sole focus. This is all me, projecting so much onto them. In a good mood when things are peaceful and everyone seemed chill and rhen slammed into despair and panic and tears at the slightest altercation, desperate for help. So the answer to that was to separate them all and force that peace.

But *I* wasn’t peaceful, that meant splitting my time up in that small room with him trying to keep him entertained vs my life outside of it where all I was doing was worrying about him. More of the same, abandoning myself for someone else’s experience, convinced that their experience was the key to me staying alive, having love, being liked. Being ok. Feeling almost sick inside with worry and fretting. Putting them into the core of me being alive and surviving that day. I’ve been consumed by this for two months, almost three.

So I just opened up all of the doors. I don’t want anymore closed doors in my home, I don’t want that experience anymore. As long as Peach is here, the doors are going to be open. Not to the outside, so the big girls will be on a schedule to be on the deck. I slid my experience up to the front of my mind, and prioritized it. The voice inside, “you selfish asshole, putting these cats in harm, what are you doing?” started screaming. I told it to leave. I pushed it away each time it showed me something terrible that might happen. I told it to leave. I kept saying “fuck this, fuck you. Go away.” I didn’t let the big girls outside, I wasn’t going to do that thing where I let them in and out, in and out, in and out. Stay in and deal with it.

In the midst of the hissing, growling, trilling (that was Peach, so excited to be with the cats), I started cleaning. I’ve neglected my space these last two months, just doing the basics like dishes, etc. so I put things away, cleaned the refrigerator, hung clothes up, swept, took tons of garbage out I’d kept on the side deck. I did laundry , straightened my room. I was done worrying about it. As Shirley said, no one is going to die. No one has died. Then we all took a nap I my room, Buddy and Minnie on the bed and Peach underneath it (he tried to get up a few times and they were not having it). Peace. On my terms. Because this is my house. A new frontier gained.

The strength of that moment is not something I can put into words. It was the Diane that was never able to really leave her mom to go be with friends or OUT LIVING, discovering who she was because her mom would be by herself in that horrible house with that horrible man alone, how dare she go have fun when her mom was so sad, alone. Maybe in danger without her to be her comfort and protector. It’s the Diane who would do everything to make her mom less sad, less angry, less upset so her mom wouldn’t disappear into her room with a migraine, incapacitated, in so much pain she was suicidal. That Diane put herself first yesterday, and did it again this morning. And will do so everyday until the universe shows the path for Peach.

I’m so grateful for this experience. For Shirley, helping me see when I am just purging, being my spiritual companion and guide through this process. Helping me understand that these cats are all just mirrors for what I need to heal and grow. I don’t really even talk about her much because of how out there this is, more than once it’s come to me that this is scam and she’s is kind of crazy and I’ve allowed someone nuts significant access to my mental well being. But then I come back to the impact - the growth, the clarity, overcoming so many fears - and I know all of this has been designed for me and my continued growth. So this morning, there are happy tears, grateful tears. I’m proud of myself. And I am thankful to Peach for coming here and helping me.

[ficbrish]

Chapter 6!!!! (we now have up to the inciting incident completed!)

Slightly nsfw under the line.

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

“I admit…” she eventually uttered, “I have thought of it many times.” Gods below! Why did Lady Harper have to go and make this even more complicated? She was so… unexpected. “At night?” The dripping heat in his voice reminded Vistri of something bleeding. “Yes,” she sighed more than said. Never before had Astarion been so thrilled by any combination of three letters. His mind raced, picturing her spend dripping over her own delicate fingers. Hoping that maybe he haunted her skin in the same way she haunted his. Somehow, they’d both leaned in closer. They were near enough now that they could taste each other’s breath on their tongues. Their eyes shut in surrender. “Shit,” Mr. Ancunín muttered, suddenly breaking away. “Shit?!” “Look, kitten, it’s not you. I’m in a bind,” he ranted, in a rather panicked way that made Mr. Ancunín think he really ought to have practiced, “I owe a large sum of money to a rather powerful and terrifying man that no one, and I mean no one, wants to mess with.” His words were flying at her so suddenly, befuddlingly fast that Vistri was beginning to feel dizzy. “Sorry to be so brief, but I need to get this out. The important parts, at least. I need to find a wife—No, not you! I find myself respecting you too much already to subject you to it. It is not a romantic pursuit! I need a fortune on two legs from a family with a reputation to protect.” “But not one leg, sir?” Ignoring her, he continued, “I aim to be a leech. Which why I require your assistance in society.”

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 7: Something To Celebrate

“Up and at ‘em, 0011.”

Q’s wake-up call jolts me from a restful sleep. I see he’s showered and dressed in a new suit, making me a tad frustrated that I can’t stand up to clean myself yet. I’ll have Eve help me later.

“Good morning, Quartermaster. Sleep well?”

“Like the dead. You?”

I chuckle darkly. “Like I’m a 00 agent who’s being hunted.”

He hands me a blueberry muffin, which I have no doubt he baked himself. “I wish I could help, but I’m afraid the only way to assure your identity can be wiped clean is the capture of Silva.”

Is he actually showing empathy? Q really must have gotten a good sleep for him to be so laid-back. 

“Ready for work?” I ask as I devour the muffin.

Q brings over my wheelchair and helps me into it. My leg is already showing improvement.

“Sure am. I’m hoping there’s news from Bond.”

I let out a heavy sigh as he pushes me out the door. “You and me both. No doubt he’s destroyed something.”

Q groans. “If I have to repair that radio transmitter again…”

We take another company SUV (Q must have pulled some strings) and arrive to work half an hour early. The minute we enter I see Mallory is waiting for us.

“Good. You’re here. Q, where is Bond?”

I can’t see Q’s face, but I can tell he’s trying to construct a lie. “Like I told you yesterday, sir. He disappeared off our radar.”

Mallory isn’t convinced but gestures for us to pass. Deep down I’m glad to know I’m not the only one being left in the dark. Soon enough we see Eve walking towards us.

“M’s dead.”

Q stops dead in his tracks and spins me around so we’re facing her. I’m not supposed to form attachments, but M was one of the first people to welcome me into the MI6. She made me learn that you don’t need a family to have a good life, you just need to find a purpose for yourself. And mine was to serve my country.

“This world has lost a brilliant leader,” I mutter. “Who’s in charge now?”

“Mallory. The new secretary is Moneypenny.” Eve winks. “You might recognize her.”

She pivots and walks down the hall towards Mallory’s office.

Q sighs. “M was a remarkable woman. I’ll miss her.”

“Let’s hope Mallory is half-decent. Let’s go meet this new secretary.”

We follow where Eve disappeared to. Q opens the door and pushes me in, where we both find- Eve? 

The lady behind the desk smiles. “Hello, 0011.”

“You got promoted? Congratulations! We have got to celebrate after work.”

Q is just as surprised as me. “Goodness, wow. Not that it’s a hard choice, you’re clearly well over-qualified. Congrats!”

“I say we go out to the K Bar. I hear their wine list is divine!” Eve Moneypenny suggests.

“What do you think, Quartermaster?” I look up to flash Q a wide grin. “Am I allowed to drink during my recovery?”

The lanky geek smiles, leans down and whispers: “We’ll keep it off the records, eh?”

Tonight’s going to be spectacular!

Since my apartment’s been compromised, I’m not allowed to live there anymore. Which means all my belongings have been moved to the spare closet in the basement.

“Sorry about this, Q. I promise I’ll find a place and be out of your hair as soon as possible.”

The computer geek has been incredibly helpful with helping me move. At first I thought he’d be annoyed at me invading his space, but he’s been more supportive than I'd expect. Yet he still can't help but complain about how many clothes I have.

“You’d better! This closet looks like a stuffed tick that’s about to pop. What’s in this tote anyway? Cinder blocks?”

I look away to avoid his gaze. “It’s shoes, actually.”

“Shoes?”

“What? I never know what shoe I might need! Pumps, kitten heels, boots, sneakers-”

Q sets the tote down and gives an exasperated grunt. “I get it, I get it!”

I wheel myself closer and give him a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you. Now would you help me pick out a dress for tonight?”

He looks down at me with a new smirk. “You look stunning in everything, Mrs. White.”

“Well thank you, Mr. White.” I arch an eyebrow. “I’m looking forward to seeing you gussied up as well.”

Q looks over my collection of dresses, all the while looking very serious as if deciding on buying a house. After a few moments he holds up one of my favorite blue evening dresses.

“I like this one.”

“Then we each have good taste,” I smirk as I’m handed the dress. “I think we’ve all earned a celebration after all this chaos.”

The hours tick by and soon enough it’s already quitting time. Eve helps me into the gorgeous dress and supplies me with some makeup. She herself is wearing a simple black dress.

“Very classy, Moneypenny.”

“Thank you! I’m-” She looks around to see if we’re alone, then whispers: “I’m going out on a date after our dinner!”

I gasp. “A promotion, and a date? You lucky girl!”

She giggles and begins pushing me to the exit. “I know! I’m so excited! Just try to keep it low-profile, alright?”

I mock-zip my lips shut. “Your secret’s safe with me. Now let’s get the K Bar so I can finally have a drink.”

“You’re starting to sound like Bond,” Moneypenny teases.

“I'll take that as a compliment. Although I do wish to keep my dignity intact.”

We take Moneypenny’s car to the bar and discover Q already has a table for us. He’s chosen a basic dress shirt and slacks, yet to me he’s the most handsome man here. Wait. What?

“Good evening, ladies.” The computer geek raises a mug of (no surprise) Earl Gray tea. “I took the liberty of ordering you some drinks of your own.”

On que, the waiter shows up with a tray of martini glasses. I see Moneypenny has a simple red wine and mine is-

"You ordered me a plain lemonade?" I ask, bewildered.

"Strawberry lemonade, actually," Q informs. "You said you're not a fan of alcohol."

How can this man be so thoughtful and annoying? 

I pick up the colorful drink with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Q."

We each take our glasses and raise them to a toast.

“To M, the strongest and most fearless leader the MI6 has ever seen,” I announce in a rousing tone. “And to Eve, or should I say Moneypenny, who will without a doubt shine as our new secretary!”

No matter if Bond gets back or not, I know we’ll keep an eye on things.

[aeoki]

Blackjack - Miracles Don't Exist: Chapter 8

Location: Star Fest Stage Characters: Shinobu, Souma, Natsume & Tetora Season: Winter

TL Note:

Natsume refers to Souma here with “Kanzaki / 神裂き” but his surname is written with the characters for “神 - god/divinity” and “裂き - tear/cleave/splinter” (the original characters for “Kanzaki / 神崎” are “神 - god/divinity” and “崎 - coastal cape”.)

Shinobu: Tetora-kuuun! Merry Christmas ☆

Tetora: Oh? Shinobu-kun! Merry Xmas!

Shinobu: Nihihi, you’re the first “RYUUSEITAI” member I’ve met today ~de gozaru ♪ It feels pretty refreshing!

Tetora: Osu. It wouldn’t be any different from normal if we went around as a unit, so we all decided to start off at different venues, huh.

A lotta stuff feels new thanks to that. Especially since everyone was basically together day and night for the “SS” Qualifying Rounds.

Shinobu: Right~? ♪ Well, there’ll be fans whose favourite is the entire unit, so they’d have a tough time trying to figure out which venue to see, though.

Natsume: HeHE. There’s an app that shows where everyone is in real tiME, so it shouldn’t be that much of an issUE.

Souma: The sports festival had amazing technology as well, but it appears they do not hesitate to use the latest technology. It is quite difficult for an old-fashioned human, such as myself, to become accustomed to it.

Natsume: It seems the visitors are having a wonderful tiME. Thanks to our developing the “SSVRS”, the idol fans who live far away can also experience this event in a simulated spaCE.

Put the VR goggles on and it’ll be like you’re also in the “Star Fest” venUE. If I remember correctLY, Venue No.13 and 14 are specifically venues for VR.

It appears most of the virtual idols who work within the internet world perform their activities theRE.

Souma: “Baacharu aidoru”... What is that? It makes me realise just how amazing our current era is.

Natsume: That’s exactly why antique-like people such as yourself have worTH – Worth in terms of rarity and archeoloGY.

Souma: That is what they call traditional performance arts.

Natsume: IndeED. I’m sure “that’s” where the way of life for magicians like us lies as weLL. I’m learning a lot things from your way of life, Mr. SamurAI ♪

Souma: It sounds as though you are giving me a compliment, but it also sounds as though you are making fun of me.

Natsume: That’s a misunderstandiNG. I just have a habit of rubbing people the wrong way with the way I speAK – Even I think it’s a bad habIT.

AnywAY, we just ended up chatting but did you two have business with mE? A ninja and samurai is quite a rare dUO…

Shinobu: No, we just saw you guys so we decided to say hello ~de gozaru. I’m a ninja who gets happy when I see someone I know and I’ll run up to them to say hi.

Natsume: Are you a puppy or somethiNG?

Shinobu: This will be a good opportunity, so I’d like to give my thanks once more.

Thank you for everything you’ve done this time, Sakasaki-dono. Thanks to you, we were able to confirm with our own two eyes that Mayoi-dono and Kurone-dono are safe.

Natsume: HeHE. I just answered a request so there’s no need to thank mE. Tetora-kun is paying for the compensation too, anywAY.

Shinobu: Huh? Compensation? W–What does he mean, Tetora-kun!?

Tetora: Well, I’m just doing one of the things he requested, is all.

Shinobu: R–Request? If you’re asking him to do something weird, then I won’t let you off the hook so easily, Sakasaki-dono!

Natsume: Don’t lump me with that “Phantom”-kUN… I just asked him to casually patrol the venue just in caSE.

Shinobu: Hmm. Sakasaki-dono, are you expecting something to happen at the “Star Fest” venues?

Natsume: YeAH. In faCT, there’s no way nothing is going to happEN – That’s what I think at leaST.

But in order to grant Little Kitten and Shinobu-kun’s wish the other dAY, we got far too close to the tabOO.

Come into contact with it and you’ll be met with misfortuNE. A tragedy will occUR. That’s common sense from the shadoWS – an ironclad ruLE – of this industry that’s unknown to the childrEN.

Surprisingly enouGH, nothing has happened so far so it’s rather unexpectED. It even feels like a let-doWN.

At the very leaST, if you come into contact with the darkness swirling undergrouND, then the “bad thing” will eruPT. That’s what’s supposed to happen, right, Souma-kUN?

Souma: Indeed. Therefore, on the night Sengoku and Anzu-dono were sent off into the underground, Mikejima-dono and I waited nearby, at the ready, should anything happen.

Naturally, the “bad thing” cannot be purified if it’s not done at the hands of Shinkai-dono. We simply have knowledge of how to deal with it to a certain extent, but it would only serve as a temporary peace of mind.

Natsume: If anythiNG, why didn’t you call for Kanata Nii-san that dAY?

Souma: Currently, the religion has been dissolved and Shinkai-dono has been relieved of his godly duties – I do not wish to involve him with matters pertaining to “this side”.

Judging by the particulars of the events in Okinawa, it is possible that will surely follow Shinkai-dono for life.

But even so, I do not wish for him to return to being a god. I would like him to simply be a person who soaks in the water fountain or enjoys eating seafood.

Although, that is merely my self-righteousness and my being unreasonable…

Natsume: (I had a feeling that’s how you felt, “Kanzaki-kun – the god-cleaver[⁎]” I suppose this was something I wasn’t quite expectiNG.)

(There are still unknown mysteries that have yet to be revealed in this eRA… I wanted to turn this so-called “bad thing” into a new form of “magic” for uS.)

(I don’t know if this “bad thing” even exists in the first plaCE. But one thing for sure is that the one at the tOP, who’s controlling the idol industry right nOW, definitely thinks it exisTS.)

(That was proven in that chaotic sports festivAL. The elderly who still believe in God fear the “bad thing” that’s connected to GoD.)

(That would have been the most effective weapon in controlling or keeping them in check and destroying thEM.)

(It’s fine, thouGH. Profits would have been gained if it was successful – that’s all there was to iT. Our other magIC, “SSVRS” is most certainly expanding into realiTY.)

(By saving a lot of people as a fortune-tellER, my reputation will escalaTE – particularly at YumenosaKI.)

(I’ll use trickeRY – everythiNG – and I’ll obtain the right to change this worLD.)

(All to prevent nights where I will no longer cry myself to sleEP – This time it will be doNE.)

Souma: ? What is the matter, Sakasaki-dono? You have a wicked look on your face…

Natsume: It’s nothiNG. AnywAY, I have an interesting piece of informatiON.

Souma: You openly changed the subject. What is this interesting piece of information you speak of?

Natsume: WeLL, it appears Mika-kun is planning some sort of surprise party for his precious frieND…

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[celestie0]

HII ELLIE. Just wanted to thank you for absolutely FEEDING us this past week. First the drabble, then chap 10? I am so happy it turned out the way it did. Your writing just enunciates the greatness of the series and the side stories.

I also cant get over how incredibly supportive satoru is towards reader! I'm so happy you're really slow burning it, I hate when it's called a slow burn and then right off the bat the two characters profess their love for eachother and whatever other cliché stuff connecting it.

I hope you're taking care of yourself. Please please please have a self care day for yourself! Taking your time with your fanfics really highlights the key moments and what not. ( I know my English definitions 😋 )

AND THE CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM HITTING SATORU? I CAN'T, THATS SO ADORABLE. (I have a soft spot towards kittens due to me having 4 cats. Used to have 14 but anyways 😽 )

LOVE YOU, XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL 🕶️

HI MY DEAR!! omg it’s my pleasure to share my writinf w you all :”) i’m just glad i was finally able to post something bc it felt like forever since i had xD you’re tooooo sweet <33

AH yes i am such a fan of slow burn tbh it’s my favorite. maybe it’s because i used to watch a lot of kdramas where it would take the fmc & mmc like ten episodes just to kiss ✋🏼💀 but yeahh i love the mutual pining n small interactions etc etc that lead up to a relationship so 😫🙏🏼 slow burn it is!! haha i’m happy you’re enjoying the pacing :”)

WOWW bb look at youuuu u little intellectt <33 haha yea i am taking care of myself!! going on vacation in less than a couple weeks so i started packing today 😵‍💫 i think i will have a spa day next weekend before my trip. hope you’re taking careof yourself toooooo 🥺🫶🏼

DAMN GIRL you used to have 14 cats?!?! thats crazy but also im so jealous bc i have zero cats 😪 pls give kickoff gojo some tips on how to raise a kitten bc he’s strugglin a lil w mr gta 😔

LOVE YOUU <33

- ellie 🧚‍♀️

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - who we are

Could we have part three of who we are with Martin firing Mrs Carp and threatening her with the police saying that she provoked a student with Mrs. Paracha backing him up and will put her hand on the Holy Bible to get her sent down? Also maybe fluffy ending with a kitten appearing in Martin's room with the Reader playing with it? - Anon💜

Part three:

You finished putting the room back together, and you looked at a crack in the wall you made with a frown.

“Hey don’t worry about it we’ll fix it.”

“No I have to fix it.”

“Someone will fix it tomorrow.”

You spun around.

“No! I have to fix it!”

Mr Evershed walked over, gently coaxing you to sit down on a chair.

“Okay, okay you have to fix. Alright, I think we’ve got some plaster or something somewhere alright? If not I’ll get you some okay?”

“Okay.. okay..” you nodded.

He smiled softly and sat on the chair next to you, gesturing to your hand.

“Can I take a look?” He asked softly.

“It’s fine…”

“You’re bleeding (Y/N), come on, let me have a look.”

You shook your head and Mrs Paracha came back with the first aid box and set in down next to you.

“You need help?” She asked.

“No, it’s fine. Thank you though…”

Opening it, you grabbed everything you needed and began to tend to your hand, cleaning it and bandaging it.

It wasn’t great, but it worked and you tossed everything else into the bin before pushing the first aid kit away.

“Right, right now Mrs Carp has gone home, we’re holding a meeting tomorrow with the trust, and I need to see if we have anything to fix this wall with, can you watch them?”

“Go, go I got this.”

He nodded and left, and Mrs Paracha sat with you.

“How you feeling?”

“I’m sorry… im really sorry…” you whispered.

“No, don’t blame yourself huh. You done nothing wrong.”

“I trash the room, broke the wall…”

“You get angry sometime, that okay.”

“It’s not… I get really violent when im angry and I.. I don’t mean too..”

“I know. I know you don’t. You not an angry kid, sometime anger just get best of us all. You know you did wrong and you fixing it.”

You slowly nodded your head and you looked at Mrs Paracha.

“Can I have some chips…?”

She laughed a little.

“Course you can, you stay here. Don’t move.”

“Promise miss.”

She smiled and pat your head before leaving the room, and you sat there waiting for her to come back.

And she did, with a plate of chip and some juice for you, and you quietly nibbled at the food.

Not long later Mr Evershed came back with a bag in his hand and he held it up to you with a smile.

“Well, it took some searching but I found a shop.”

He set the bag on the table.

“Can you go help watch over lunch while we deal with this mess?”

“Of course yeah.”

Mrs Paracha stood up and gestured for him to come over to her.

“They upset, angry at themself for how they acted. Tell them it’s okay.”

With that she left and Mr Evershed walked over to the table you were sat and he went to reached for the bag but you lightly slapped his hand away.

“No I need to fix this myself. You can’t help.”

You picked up the bag and walked over to the large crack in the wall, looking at everything in the bag you pulled it out.

You read the instructions carefully before you began to get to work.

Mr Evershed watched you and he walked over, sitting about a foot away from you.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” He asked.

You nodded your head.

“You know it’s not your fault, right? Accidents happen.”

“But it wasn’t an accident though I purposely did it. Like… like I saw myself doing it but I couldn’t stop…”

“Can you tell me what happens when you get angry?”

You glanced at him.

“It’s.. I don’t know.. it’s like my chest hurts, and.. like everything sounds so far away like echoes.. I can hear but it all sounds really far away.. then it’s like I don’t have control.. like I’m stuck in the back of my mind.. just watching it all happen.. I don’t have any control over it..”

“So you black out in a way?”

“I guess..” you shrugged.

Mr Evershed nodded his head and watched as your very carefully fixed the wall.

“How long do you usually have before you black out?”

“Sometimes seconds, sometimes minutes guess it depends on how angry I am…”

He nodded his head again and you set everything down when you were finished and stood up, grabbing your sketch book.

“I’m really sorry..” you whispered.

“Hey, hey hold on.”

You shook your head and left, and he sighed softly, tidying everything up.

You had barely touched the food you were brought, you fixed everything and you just left.

In any other circumstance Mr Evershed would have taken serious action against the student, but you seemed so upset, worried and full of regret.

He could tell you didn’t want to do it, and you were ashamed of what you had done.

The following day, he had a meeting with Mrs Carp, the trust, you and your therapist who he had managed to get ahold of last minute.

You sat next to your therapist, leg bouncing up and down nervously.

“Hey, remember what we talked about?” He asked.

“I can’t do this Mike…”

“You can, you can do this. You just have to sit here and explain what’s been happening, okay?”

You nodded your head and took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“So we come to understand you want to fire Mrs Carp?” A trust member asked.

“Yes, I do. Mrs Carp’s behaviour towards the students is quite frankly disgusting, and that’s a nice way of putting it. She has no compassion, she pushes students over the top, she is rude and disrespectful and borderline racist to some of them and it’s unacceptable behaviour.”

The trust member turned to you.

“This is one of the students you’re talking about?” She asked.

“Yes, this is (Y/N) (L/N). This is their therapist Dr Micheal. And this is Mrs Paracha, she knows (Y/N) better than any teacher here.”

“You do?”

“Oh yes, this teenager is bloody amazing innit. Amazing at art with the little drawing, good hearted student. They try hard.”

The trust members nodded.

“Can you confirm Mr Evershed’s accusations?”

“Of course I bloody can! I no Cristian but I will swear down on bible if you want me to! She is bloody rude and disrespects (Y/N) and they don’t deserve that. They are wonderful, happy, kind soul who get angry sometimes. But I’m not scared of them, I know they don’t want to be angry you know? They just get angry.”

They nodded.

“And this is because of a medical issue the school isn’t aware of yet?”

Mrs Carp scoffed and looked at you.

“And what’s wrong with you exactly? There’s been nothing wrong with you so far.” Mrs Carp said.

“(Y/N) is diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder.” Mike said.

He began to explain the ins and outs of your condition to them and the trust members all nodded along, writing everything down.

“So (Y/N), can you please explain everything that’s been going on for us?”

“Yeah of course.”

You told them your side of things, how rude she was, how she would provoke you and purposely make you angry then punish you for lashing out. How she was rude to not just you but to everyone else as well.

They then took her side of the story.

“At the end of the day this student is not just a threat to the staff but the other students as well, they cause damage to the property, last out, shout, swear and try to attack.”

“(Y/N) is no threat!” Mrs Paracha huffed.

“That would be due to having one of their episodes.” Mike said.

“It has nothing to do with that, I believe that this school would be better if (Y/N) we’re expelled or transferred to another school.” Mrs Carp said.

“You can’t do that…” you grumbled.

“You’re a threat, you make everybody uncomfortable and you are in simple terms dangerous.”

“And you called me a disappointment!” You snapped.

“(Y/N).” Mr Evershed warned.

You looked at him.

“I don’t think they should be expelled, if it isn’t (Y/N) Mrs Carp is picking on it’s going to be one of our other students, this will just carry on.”

The trust members looked at one another and turned to Mike.

“Do you believe this teenager is a safety risk to anybody else in this school?”

Mike shook his head.

“No I don’t. (Y/N) May last out and make threats yes, but (Y/N) has never hurt someone else. They always redirect this anger somewhere else, tables, chairs, walls, themselves. They are always regretful of what they do and will fix whatever it is they broke or replace it if they can.”

Everyone nodded.

“See they’re a danger to this school!”

“Sue!”

“Oh be quiet you know just as well as I do pretty much all of these students are going to end up on benefits or something! We’ll be lucky if even one students passes! You’re too busy playing caretaker for these students to notice!”

“Shut up!” You snapped.

“Calm down.” Mike said.

You shook your head.

“No, no I’m so fed up of her thinking she’s so high and mighty.”

“And you don’t? Walking around with tattoos and piercings? You want to be seen as anything but a thug maybe don’t look like one.”

“Right because everyone’s just a criminal to you right?”

“Your parents certainly were I don’t see why you’re any different.”

“Sue!”

You stood up, knocking your chair over.

“You shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you!”

“You need to calm down now.” Mike said.

You pushed his hand away.

“Don’t you dare talk about my parents like that!”

She rolled her eyes.

“I saw the news article and I know that-“

Before she could finish he sentence you and jumped over the table but you were tackled by Mr Evershed.

He held you tightly, hand on your head, other hand on your back, the only way to describe it was a hug. Instead of restraining your like he did yesterday, he hugged you.

You were breathing deeply but you didn’t move.

You just seemed frozen.

“Calm down.” He whispered.

Mike walked over and gently reached out, taking your arm.

“I’ll take them outside.”

“Thank you.”

You were led out of the room and Mr Evershed turned around.

“I’m sorry about that, I know that’s not appropriate.”

“We’ve seen enough.”

Mrs Carp smirked proudly and Mr Evershed sighed, sitting down in his chair.

“Effectively immediately Mrs Carp you are terminated from the valley trust.”

“What?!”

Mr Evershed snapped his head up.

“You purposely riled up that student, provoking a violent response out of them. You were rude and disrespectful, and you not only brought their family life into this, but you sounded proud of it and that is unacceptable behaviour.”

“He hugged a student!”

“Yes, and that is also unacceptable behaviour, but given the circumstances it was the best course of action for what was happening. We believe Mr Evershed has a handle on (Y/N) and that he is able to keep their temper in control. Every student has a right to a normal education and to be treated fairly.”

Mrs Carp stormed away, Mr Evershed did get a small scolding for hugging you and everyone made their way to the front of school.

You were pacing in front of the doors back and forth and Mike was stood watching you carefully.

“We’re sorry for how Mrs Carp treated you, and we hope there are no more issues but if there is you can always talk to your headteacher or contract us directly.”

You stopped and looked at them.

“I am so sorry for what happened.”

“We understand your situation, it’s okay.” One smiled.

You nodded and they left, turning to Mr Evershed.

“I’m really sorry…”

“Hey, no one got hurt, nothing got broken, it’s fine. Great news, you’re staying, Mrs Carp isn’t.”

You simply and he sighed.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I just want to go home..”

Mr Evershed looked at Mike who nodded his head.

“Alright, that’s fine go on. Come and see me in the morning?”

You nodded and quietly left.

“Why did that work?” Mr Evershed asked.

Mike shrugged a little.

“I’m not sure, maybe it was the shock of the action, or the uncertainty of what to do.”

Mike thanked Mr Evershed and left as well.

You didn’t want to go to school the next day, so you told the school you weren’t feeling well, but the day after that you were sat on the floor in the office waiting.

You had found a stray kitten on the way to school so you brought her with you, and you were sat on the floor playing with her.

You smiled as she meowed and jumped on your hand and you laughed.

Mr Evershed didn’t know you were in his office, so when he walked in he stopped in his tracks.

“You know if I remember correctly the school had a no animals policy.”

You beamed and picked up the kitten to show him.

“Look at her! She’s so cute!”

He smiled and closed the door, walking over he sat in front of you and you set the kitten in front of him and he ran his hand over her back.

“Is she yours?”

“Stray, I found her going through someone’s rubbish. I didn’t know what to do with her so I brought her here.”

“Will you keep her?”

You looked at him and shook your head.

“No… I’m scared I’d hurt her…”

“I don’t think you’d hurt her.”

“I don’t wanna risk it you know…”

He hummed and nodded his head.

“Well, I’ve heard therapy animals are amazing at with certain conditions.”

You looked at him confused.

“What if we make her a therapy animal for you? If you’re scared you’d hurt her I’ll take care of her, and I’ll bring her to school if I can get permission and whenever you’re having a bad day you can come pay games, how’s that?”

“Really?!”

He nodded and you practically were bouncing with excitement and happiness and you nodded your head.

“Yeah!”

He chuckled.

“I’ll do that, but I’m going to call a vet so see if someone can come pick her up and check her over for now, okay?”

“Okay…” you pouted.

He went to his computer and watched as you played with the small little kitten, laughing and smiling happily and he smiled.

You were just a happy kid with a lot of joy, but a lot of anger and from what he was told a lot of things you didn’t want to work out or refused to confront and he hoped maybe the kitten could help you do that