#once upon dreams and nightmares

[dark-dreams-anthology]

❧ Appreciation.

We would like to thank to all participants of this event for their hard work and/or speedrun abilities. This wouldn't be possible if weren't for you all! We hope that you have enjoyed this adventure and you want to accompany us in the next one!

Thank you so much for participating: @yuriko-mukami @solarstellarstar @mermaid--bride @bluebird-dolly-bride @blood--king @afra-blueraz @iricathel @lucidesunderstander @hanakohanabe @kindan-no-kanojo @sumire-bride

❧ Prologue

There was a time in which child eyes dreamed a world full of magic, in which, chevaliers with shiny armors will run their adventures to find out the princess pained for a curse. A world full of dreams to accomplish and there nightmares to impede it. In which everyone was the chosen one in their own story, which would be good or bad, in which a heart, beating by desires, bloomed in roses when they finally accomplished their dream and thorned in pain when they found trapped in a nightmare.

Children still dream, good or bad, even if their form is not from a child anymore. Dreams and Nightmares are not exactly like a shiny chevalier and a cursed princess. Although, we are here, those who write and draw new stories over old ones, which we loved there and we love still.

❧ Index

❝The Curse of the Blue Moon❞ (Red Riding Hood).

❝Swan Lake❞

❝Maria and the seven vampires❞ (Snow White and the seven dwarfs).

❝Thumbelina❞

❝The King Frog❞

❝Cursed Soul❞ (Maleficent).

❝The Beauty and the Beast❞

❝Cinderella❞

❝Lies of Hanocchio❞ (Pinocchio).

❝Corrupted Diamonds❞ (Aladdin and the marvellous lamp).

❝The sleeping beauty n' the awaken princess❞ (The sleeping beauty).

❧ Epilogue

Which the knowledge acquired by the moral of the fable, we are slowly demanding a final point. But, another question to be uttered is: if we brought to life again dusted stories from the past, is there really an end for dreams and nightmares?

↪Date of the event: July 25th, 2023.

↪Directed by: @dryams03 & @sauthorgod

[mermaid--bride]

Fairytale event

Story chosen: Snow White and the seven dwarfs

The sound of her high heels echoed through the dark halls as she marched towards the lab. Her black dress waving around her curves. Her lilac hair flowing behind her back. The red in her lips sparkled to the grim light of the candles as her determined eyes stared ahead, focused on her destination.

She was not happy.

–KARLHEINZ!! -She yelled as she bursted through the door in anger.

The king, however, remained unfazed. He calmly continued his annotations as his deep voice responded to her.

–Good evening, Cordelia. What brings you here now of all times?

The woman stomped his way in an attempt to bring his attention to her.

–You… You have been looking for another woman, have you not!?

–I beg you pardon. What made you come to such conclusion?

–Do not pretend like you’re unaware!! -She once again yells, throwing his papers to the floor. -I can see it in your actions. You are following the exact same pattern from when you chose those other two when you already had me!!

Karlheinz watched his papers fly from his desk and a sigh left his lips. He looked up at the woman before him with a soft smile, which contrasted with the coldness in his eyes.

–My dear… How many times must I tell you having multiple partners does not stop me from cherishing you?

–If that is so, why do you not come to me? Why do you always avoid our meetings!?

–I am a king, Cordelia. I have important matters to attend to and I cannot control when I might be needed somewhere else.

She frowned at his response. The anger in her chest refusing to subside. Slowly, however, a seductive look formed in her features as she let herself slide down onto his lap.

–Please… tell me who she is… -She requested calmly, taking him in her arms as her hands touched his skin.

–Why does that matter to you? -He asked, wrapping his arms around her.

–I simply wish to know… who is this woman who has caught your attention.

His eyes stared at her for a moment before mysterious words left his mouth.

–Her hair is half blue, like the waters washing over the dirt. Eyes dark as the deepest woods. Cheeks blushing as a blooming rose.

                                                        ~*~

Maria walked among the flowers, admiring the beauty of the royal garden as she moved in slow steps. She had no hurry. The castle behind her keeping the source of her fears hidden behind the sturdy walls. Her mind was lost in a multitude of questions as she tried to understand what she was brought here for. What terrors could be awaiting for her? Why did the most powerful of demons decide to bring her to his domain?

Those thoughts kept harassing her as she walked, unaware of the eyes which watched her from afar.

–Haah, why are we doing this again? -Kou asked his older brother, who stood next to him.

–The queen was clear with her orders. We must kill the woman and her heart as proof to our obedience. -Ruki responds coldly as he stared at their target.

–And since when do we follow orders from that old hag? -Yuma spit out, not caring for any sort of respect towards the woman above them.

–She is the wife of that man and therefore we must respect her… as unpleasant as that may be.

–I do not… want to kill… Maria… -Azusa complained quietly.

–Yeah, I don’t see why we have to do this! Wasn’t it that man who brought her here in the first place? -Kou agreed.

–This is a waste of time. -Kazemi said unamused.

–You have agreed to join us. You are here on your own accord. -Ruki says to the woman.

–Yes, but this is not part of our job. I say her let her go.

–You know it will be troublesome if we happen to displease that woman.

–I don’t care.

With those words, Kazemi made her way to the young lady, despite the Mukami’s protests, and smiled at her and told her about the queen’s plans for her. Seeing the fear grow in Maria’s eyes, she showed her a path through the woods she could use to disappear. Once she was gone, Kazemi hunted down an animal in the woods and collected it’s heart to show Cordelia instead of Maria’s.

The queen was pleased at first and showed her beloved king the trophy she had acquired. Karlheinz, however, chuckled at the sight, amused as he observed red blood in the box. His response infuriated Cordelia, who soon learned the heart’s source and the girl’s blood to be of a rare purple coloration.

In the meantime, walking deeper into the woods, Maria had started to feel hungry and tired. She did not stop to rest as fear held her hostage. She knew she could get lost in those woods, if she wasn’t already. The howls of wolves echoing between the trees did not help ease her mind.

It was then she sighted a crow up on a tree branch. Something about it caught her attention. It felt unnatural. Almost as if it knew who she was and what she needed. In fact it started moving as it looked back, as if wanting her to follow.

The mysterious bird led her to a strange house in the middle of the woods before flying away. Maria could only hope for this to be a good idea as she approached the house and knocked on the door. Who answered was a tall young looking man wearing glasses and an arrogant expression.

–And who might you be? -The man asked with an unamused tone.

The woman almost flinched at the coldness in his tone.

–My name is Maria… There’s someone trying to kill me. Is it ok if I hide here?

–Why would I allow a pathetic human such as yourself to hide in our house?

–Now now, Reiji, you shouldn’t be so mean to such a poor terrified woman. -A third voice said chantingly before Maria felt a cold hand holding her shoulder as a man in a fedora hat appeared behind her. -She smells so good… I’m sure we can make this situation beneficial for all of us, don’t you agree~?

The house turned out to be home for six vampire brothers and a recently turned woman. At first it seemed like everything would take a turn to the worst, but luckily they agreed on letting her stay as long as they could have her blood, although most of them ended up not taking advantage of the deal after noticing it’s exotic color and flavor.

The location of the woman soon became known to the jealous queen, who immediately sent the Mukami to investigate the place and kill her. The first to try was Kou. He showed her samples of a supposedly makeup line and purposefully held the powder against her face. However one of the Sakamaki soon showed up and chased him away before she could suffocate.

The second attempt was made by Yuuma, disguised as a wandering traitor. He offered her some of his vegetables, including an apple he made sure to poison beforehand. When she refused to have it, he tried forcing the apple into her mouth, but once again a Sakamaki showed up and chased him off.

The final attempt was made by Azusa. He stalked Maria for a while, waiting for the right opportunity to act. While she was by herself eating some cashews, he scared her with a loud noise, making her choke on the nut. She fell to the ground squirming, but this time no one came to her rescue as the young vampire left the scene.

The Sakamaki soon found the woman unconscious. Unable to find the source of the problem, they were ready to carry her inside when the king of founders showed up and demanded to know what they were doing to her.

–That is none of your business! -Yelled Ayato with an insult.

–The woman is in great danger. If you do not act fast, she will certainly die. Hand her over and I shall ensure she survives.

–My, how kind of you. And what makes you believe we would willingly trust our prey into your hands? -Reiji asked.

–That is your choice. However I assure you she will not survive otherwise.

Reluctant, the vampire brothers agreed to Carla’s terms. The founder soon managed to expel the cashew from Maria’s throat, allowing the air to flow once again, waking her up. The whole group celebrated and the queen never tried to kill her again, since the king had made sure to punish her for her attempts against the human’s life.

                                                       ~*~

–And that’s the end! -Maria said in a happy tone.

–How mediocre of you to give this a happy ending. -Reiji commented with a sigh.

–Eh?

–Teddy did not like the story… Why did you mention Laito and not us…? -Kanato complained.

–Because I’m her boyfriend, of course~! -The vampire in a fedora beamed, placing his arm over the woman’s shoulders.

–Well I thought it was a fun story… -Yui said quietly.

–Who asked for your opinion!? It would have been a much better story if Ore-sama had a bigger participation in it! -Ayato said.

–I would like to understand why you decided to include that founder at the end. His participation seemed quite out of place for the story. -Ruki pointed out.

Everyone kept commenting about the story in a big mess as Maria simply watched and listened. She sighed as a soft smile formed in her lips. She knew the story wasn’t great, but seeing how enthusiastic everyone was about it was enough to warm up her heart.

–Slut-chan~. -Laito whispered in her ear.

–Hm?

–You know, I only have one complaint about your little story…

–What is it?

–The kiss… Snow White was supposed to awaken from a true love’s kiss, was she not~?

–Not in the original story…

–Is that so? But isn’t that version much better~? How about next time we make this into a play? I will be the prince who will awaken you with a kiss~.

– … That actually sounds fun… -She replied with hesitation.

–Doesn’t it? Shall we start practicing~? -He chuckled as he slowly leaned closer to her. -Now, Snow White… close your eyes for me~.

[solarstellarstar]

Once Upon Dreams and Nightmares: Swan Lake

Tysm @bluebird-dolly-bride for this opportunity <3 Super fun to participate in!

Text version:

WHITE SWAN ODETTE- SOLAR

-Gentle, sweet and noble.

Princess of the Swan Maidens: Odette, or in this universe, Solar

Cursed to glide on the lake by day, she can only dance on two feet by night

She is the centre of a group of maidens, who have similarly been cursed

Despite her condition, she adores the sun 

Especially when it begins to rise, even though it’s a ticking time bomb to her routine magical dungeon

Solar has eyes for a certain prince that she can only watch from afar as she stays afloat

Until one day, her path crosses with the golden prince’s

Smitten. She is.

The only way to break the curse is true love

So whenever the sun sets, she seeks the prince- hoping to get his eyes on her

And for some time, she does

Until an evil lookalike seeks to take her place…?

[Images to be added]

BLACK SWAN ODILE- LUNAR

Bewitching, shrewd and pretentious

Daughter of Enchantress Aurelia Kanemoto

Odile. Or in this universe, Lunar

She is a willing thrall for her mother, although she possesses a mind and ego of her own

She is everything Solar can’t be… including a star

But when it comes to the golden prince, Lunar misses it. Quite significantly.

Aurelia’s plan? Magically disguise her daughter in Solar’s human appearance to deceive the prince

Can’t be too difficult to pull the act off, Lunar is of a similar skillset to Solar anyway

She meets with the golden prince, under her mother’s spell

It works. The prince is bewitched. And vows his love to her. Not to Solar, to our Odile.

Devastated, the princess of the swan maidens leaves everything behind

And she plunges into the lake. Forever locking her fellow maidens in their eternal prison.

[blood--king]

The King Frog

DDA-Event: Once Upon Dreams and Nightmares.

Transcription:

Once upon a time, there was a girl who enjoyed a luxurious life. Her family had a good position, they all lived in a huge cottage house surrounded by vast terrains in which she always could run, have fun, play with her pets and paint under that starry sky. Even so, something intrigued at the young girl: afar of the fence that bordered her lands it was a dense marsh which curiously attracted her every time she was near of its limits. She came up to her parents to ask for permission to go afar the fence, they, fearful, warned the girl that she never should approach the marsh.

“Legend says that long time ago, a king asked a witch to bless one hundred women, to grant that each one of them would give birth to a son of his, his desired was conceded but his destiny was sealed: once the sons grew up, they fought to death each other for the privilege to be on top and supersede their father. The wish of the king to expand his domains, condemned him and his kingdom to fall. Legend said that the nature devoured his castle and now, in that exact marsh, the king is still trying to acquire by any cost one hundred new sons to erect his kingdom once again”.

The little girl understood the warning her parents gave her and stopped to approach the fence. But one day, distracted, she was pursuing a beautiful butterfly, she wanted to catch it inside a glass to paint it and let it go once she ended up. But, running after the flutter of the winged insect, she tripped up and fell at the other side of the fence, she rolled up in the floor and before she even had the chance to notice it, she was right in front of the marsh entrance. What once were only whispers brought by the wind was now a loud hypnotic calling. The young girl couldn’t resist the temptation and even if the fear took control of her senses, the curiosity made her move her feet. She walked through the woods and the mud until she reached an immense lake. When she arrived, all sounds of the marsh stopped; it was like all animals and insects wanted to be quiet. The only sound that could be heard was a croak without visible providence. From the apparently calm arouse an unexpected sound behind her: A predator? A huge animal with fangs and claws? Was it the king of something else? Was this the end? The curiosity left immediately her body and the fear pushed her to swim inside the lake. Unfortunately for the little get, exhaustion dominate her before she could even reach the other side, the horror frozen her and the tension made her sink. When her little body touched the bottom, she couldn’t believe what her eyes were witnessing: there, sat in his throne consumed by the nature, a man of long locks and green skin wearing a crown. The king was still present. Everything was real. Suddenly her instincts overcame any other emotion, curiosity or fear faded away and only left her desire to live, swim, run and run even faster for her life.

Even stronger was her astonishment when the corpse opened his eyes and stared at her.

Full illustration:

[yuriko-mukami]

What made you chose little red riding hood for the event?

Thank you for the ask, Anon.

At first, I had trouble thinking about which fairytale I would want for Yuriko since there are many great ones. I went through several options and talked about it with my friends.

It was @ruki-mukami-dl who suggested Little Red Riding Hood, and after giving it some thought, I decided it was actually a very good option for several reasons. I do like the story, and it was easy enough to fit in Yuriko's backstory but also in DL.

While the wolf is usually the bad guy, the hunter the hero, and the grandmother an innocent victim, I wanted to write my version a bit differently, giving them different roles...and well, another ending. Also, the recent DL merch line with priest outfits twisted my brain and it was possible to fit in this story too.

So, Little Red Riding Hood simply felt like the perfect choice for me.

[avionvadion]

Eleanora is going to be teaching all the boys the lyrics and moves to This Is Halloween and she's putting Sebek in the front of it all because he's the only one who actually made it to the hill and talked sense into Skully. XD

He is the best boy. She might actually ask the Mayor if he can make a "best boy award" because it be Sebek. Malleus is pouting, but he knows Sebek deserves the praise. Little does Sebek know, this event most likely earns him the honor (cough punishment cough) of being Eleanora's bodyguard via Malleus' orders.

Also, Skully is going to be the missing son of the "Halloween King" in my fanfic so he'll be very much alive.

For those curious (I'm taking many creative liberties with these events, goodness gracious) about the timeline: Skully happens in November. We meet Fellow and Gidel in October, but they don't join NRC until January because Fellow needs time to think about and realize some stuff before catching Kalim and asking if his previous offer was still open.

...Fellow is going to be Vice Dorm Leader. NO LISTEN OKAY HEAR ME OUT, IT MAKES SENSE.

He and Eleanora actually have a lot in common. Charismatic, are usually able to talk their way out of most situations, oldest of the group, big sibling figures, kind of jaded, and are both struggling but doing their best to survive despite circumstances and are incredibly extremely broke. Also his coat matches the Ramshackle blue and he has the little hat. He'd be able to keep Skully and Grim in line when Eleanora isn't there, and Gidel already listens to him! It just makes sense, y'know? XD In like the goofiest way. Also they both have canes.

...Honestly surprised no one's asked why El has a cane yet. I mentioned it before, but nothing. Hmm. Oh, well.

Also I might have drawn Gidel a bit too small since I headcanon him around ten or twelve-ish, but he is probably malnourished so him being shorter than he actually should be checks out.

Fellow is doing his best given he probably found Gidel when he was a teenager and the tiny child was probably a toddler then, but if tiny child doesn't get enough to eat (and we know there are days the two of them go without eating, based on the SSR vignette) then tiny child isn't gonna grow properly. So he being smoll makes sense.

CAN WE PLEASE MENTION THAT FELLOW PROBABLY CUTS GIDEL'S HAIR HIMSELF!??? LOOK AT THE BACKS OF THEIR HAIR. (Not in my drawing because it's my first time drawing them and I definitely got some of their hair wrong, so look at their actual official art) THEY'RE SO SIMILAR. FELLOW BE CUTTING GIDEL'S HAIR AND TRYING TO TEACH HIM WHAT LITTLE HE KNOWS OF THE ALPHABET/WHAT LITTLE HE KNOWS HOW TO READ AND PROBABLY JUST SAW THIS TINY TODDLER ON THE STREET AND WENT, "Okay, you're my little brother now" AND DECIDED TO RAISE HIM. THAT'S SO FREAKING CUTE. OH MY GODS.

Anyways, I love them. :3

The only one not going to be allowed at Ramshackle is Rollo XD boy tried to KILL Eleanora's dragon boyfriend. She has a grudge. Oh, he wants to be a visiting student? Hell nah. Screw you, Crowley, go ahead and blackmail her, she has Poma and Divus on her side. Rollo can find somewhere else to stay.

NO ROLLO IN RAMSHACKLE, SHE HAS A SWORD IN HER CANE AND SHE WILL USE IT ON HIM. (Thanks Ortho.)

[demiepilled]

The one and only Margot Robbie 🤍🤍

[hersurvival]

City streets rapidly claimed,

An intersection moved in upon by rebels,

Guns and dogs and trucks,

As I am in the middle of crossing the street.

Grabbed, dragged, abducted.

A warehouse filled with girls,

Taken. Same as me.

These are trials, competition,

Impress the boss, their leader,

You will survive.

But what am I if not a caretaker?

Time's up and I've helped everyone else

Except myself.

And as the guards come round

To make their judgment,

The panic of being a disappointment,

Of not being perfect,

Has me collapse.

A man straddles me

As I am hyperventilating,

Shoves two fingers under my ribs,

Demanding I focus, sharp pain.

In and out, too bright,

Somehow too dark.

I lock eyes with two girls up high,

Attempting to escape through a vent.

And what good am I if not to protect?

What more can I do as diversion, distraction,

But stop breathing all together.

[au-yuukiemcee]

The Thorn Queen, Yuuki Draconia. -Afraid to lose the woman he loves, Malleus Draconia finds a way to keep her bound to him... for eternity.

[inevitablemoment]

Okay, so the combination of Smosh/StarKid brainrot and listening to various iterations of the musical Once Upon A Mattress has given me an amazing idea...

Angela Giarratana as Princess Winnifred!

PLEASE MAKE IT HAPPEN, PLEASE!

[ladywatereton]

✨Once Upon a Dream✨

Happy Brazilian Valentine's Day💖

🎥 The Sleeping Beauty (1959)

🎶 Young & Beautiful, Lana Del Rey.

📼 RedaDoodles (YouTube), MacMooney (YouTube).

[iricathel]

Once upon dreams and nightmares... 🥀

Event hostess @bluebird-dolly-bride

Far, far away, in a place where no other man set foot on a land rich in fronds, lived a young boy in an ancient castle bathed in gold.

Spoiled child, gluttonous for power and control to the point of becoming the nightmare of the workers.

Ungrateful brat, as some would say behind their young master's back.

Do you remember, when you almost blinded a servant?

Do you remember, when you punished the butler's son to starvation for grabbing one of your toys?

Do you remember, when you threatened to execute the cook if he used an ingredient that you disliked again?

Time heals all, but so powerful was the malice in the boy's heart, that once he reached adulthood he became completely sick with his darkness.

Some blows were heard at the huge front door, and for the first and only time, the young nobleman decided to open his entrance by himself.

"An apple, just buy me a single apple to feed my family, please sir." An elderly man sobbed, barely able to hold the mentioned fruit firmly in his wrinkled hand.

"Save your words, old man. Who do you think you're talking to? That thing doesn't even resemble a fruit." The raven-haired man spat, fixing his contemptuous gaze on the offer. "

"So give me a little help, then. My family will always be very grateful to you."

A bitter laugh splashed over the old man, poisoning his ears with that teasing smug.

"Your family will be grateful to me? And how that will benefit me? Go back the way you came, old man. I don't want to see your drooping face peering through my windows again, nor your calloused and heavy feet dragging on my marble floor."

Loud rumbles resounded in the sky, and soon it was covered in black clouds, blotting out any sunlight.

A strong and cold wind blew, and to the surprise of all present, the old man was turned into a white-haired youth with a chiseled face to resemble the very own gods.

"For your insolence and cockiness, you will have to learn a lesson. So much evil inside you must be reflected as the devil on the outside equally. Loneliness will be your sentence, because all your close beings will have been objectified. In order to find a cure, as well as two twin seeds of this apple, you will have to find your own reflection before the apple rots into mere rubble.

Be smart, child, and keep close to that person who understands you because it will be the one who can accept your seven hells."

Damn curiosity, and damn her stubbornness.

For having played with the same fate, the young blonde found herself trapped in the Beast's clutches. Rusty bars imprisoned her like a caged bird.

"You were guided to this place in order to carry out your mission. I waited for the return of the burning rays of the sun, and the green meadow returning to dye the borders of my home."

The Beast spoke, leaning against the iron bars to look at his encapsulated rose.

"With your stay here, I will guarantee the eternal upkeep of the apple and—"

"You'll still be a horned beast, excited to see a red apple like a little kid getting candy. Stay delusional, maybe that way you won't go crazy."

The Beauty with the same arrogant poison bathed the Beast.

They were two sides of the same coin, because it didn't take long for the young woman to show how conceited and proud she was.

A reflection of the same face began to be seen.

The same melody being played by two different instruments.

The Beauty and the Beast, would be forever depending on the existence of the other, for the end of time.

[hellfireeddiemunson]

missing carnivale lecroux today

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[poisonf0rest]

The Best Dreams Come in Threes

♱⋅── rafayel x reader x xavier

♱⋅── about: Rafayel and Xavier have always been there for you. One is your fire, your passion, the twin flame to your temper. The other is your light, a guiding beacon, your twin star. So when you have a nightmare, they take it upon themselves to comfort and remind you of their unconditional devotion. Even if it does lead to competition every now and then.

♱⋅── word count: 7.5k (mf...)

♱⋅── warnings: mdni, smut, it's just nasty, threesome, jealousy, somnophilia, oral, pussydrunk boys, breeding kink, double penetration, slight spoilers

♱⋅── a/n: apologies to the two random strangers on the plane that I sat next to when the idea of this fic possessed me. I really, really hope you didn't read anything I was frantically writing down in the midst of me finishing my work report cause that shit was nasty.

art credit and inspiration due to the wonderful @/sakimenz

Lonely star, who do you shine for?

The weight of all your pasts- of all your futures- the guilt and pride you carry will only cause you to collapse, and all that will be left will be an all-consuming black hole. 

Your desperation won’t bring your sun back. 

Lonely king, don’t you know a kingdom devoid of life is a crown devoid of purpose?

You were the fire that left them, and all you have to show for the betrayal is a drowned memory and a heart wrenched from your chest, a broken promise and a forgotten story. 

You’ve changed with each lifetime, but you’ll forever be at the mercy of fate. 

And you? You’re the very curse that haunts them. 

Claws, so cold they burn, emerge from the darkness before piercing through flesh, tearing through muscle and bone as they dig into your ribcage, dragging you down into the shadows. Drowning, falling. You’re spiraling through lifetimes of failure, lifetimes of pain both your own and not, all while the claws dig closer and closer to your heart, clutching the muscle like a songbird in a cage. 

It’s the price, the price you must pay for all this pain you’ve caused, for dooming a star and killing a god. 

The clawed hand wraps around your heart, the piercing into the fluttering pulse faster and faster until—

You wake up crying. 

A hot trail of tears slides into the pillows, and a sniffle rakes through your body, the sudden movement causing a subtle disturbance to the two forms still sound asleep on either side of you. 

Funny, you can’t remember a thing, but there’s a painful throb in your chest. You’ll take another dose of your heart medicine in the morning. 

But for now, your bedroom is still dulled by the pale blue moonlight filtering through the curtains, and you’re in no hurry to get out of the warm covers and their embrace. 

The nightmares have become routine at this point. You never remember what they are, but you wake up with a sense of fear and dread, as though you can feel the pain all over again. It’s best not to think too much about it.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you inhale shakily one last time, trying to shake off the looming feeling when the arm around your waist shifts, tugging lightly at your loose sleep shirt before slipping under to massage the skin beneath. You let out a soft sigh, a light shudder going through your body as the gentle hands work away the tension.

“The same?” Rafayel’s words are slurred with sleep and concern, hot breath dancing along the crook of your neck as he props himself up on his elbow. You nod.

Rafayel makes a small, displeased noise before his other arm pulls you closer, his bare chest now flush against your back. The sudden movement forces Xavier, who was once tucked against your shoulder, further away, grumbling at the loss even in his sleep.

His face scrunches, brows furrowed together before the corners of his lips turn downward, and he blindly reaches for you. He eventually finds the curve of your waist, and his hand tightens on the fabric of your shirt as it slides in above Rafayel’s.

A huff, and Xavier buries his face back into your chest, his warm breath tickling you. And then, gentle snores— you should've known better than to think that would be enough to wake him.

Rafayel, still pressed firmly against your back, begins to move, propping his body up just enough to look you in the eyes as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek. "Wanna talk about it, cutie?"

“I… I think you were there, both of you. But it felt lonely, painful.”

Rafayel's face contorts into a worried expression, his hand moves down your cheek, cupping your jaw, and you lean into his warm caress with a sigh.

You place a kiss on his palm. "It's okay, just a scary dream. Nothing real. Nothing to worry about." You repeat it, more to yourself than Rafayel, but his arms wrap around you anyway.

And yet Rafayel looks at you with a deep furrow in his brow, a seriousness you’ve almost never seen on him.

You give him a questioning look, but his lips press to yours in a searing kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. He pulls away only for a second, whispering sweet nothings against your skin before returning his lips to yours, the hand cradling your face slipping down to rest on your hip.

He kisses you softly, gently. First pressing a trail of light, chaste kisses along your jaw, the corners of your mouth, and nose, then moving back to your lips. “We’ll never leave you. We’d tear through every universe, every destiny to get back to you.”

Strange, how Rafayel says it with all the reverence of a vow. 

You want to tease him for the sudden declaration, for making all this fuss over a stupid dream, but you never have the opportunity, not when Rafayel's signature smirk settles back onto his lips. 

His hand slides down to your thighs, fingers teasing around the band of your sleep shorts, toying, pressing, but never crossing the self-imposed boundary of your clothes. “Unless, you’d prefer it if I proved it to you?”

“Rafayel,” you warn, hoping your narrowed glare would dissuade him.

Of course the man only seems to take that as a challenge, smile widening as you flinch at the cold touch creeping under your shirt. One palm traces up your ribcage, long, nimble fingers rubbing circles against your skin until he brushes the underside of your breast. 

You shudder, hissing out another string of curses before turning around so your back is to Rafayel. 

Really, you should know better than to think that alone would be enough, and a hot trail of kisses now joins his wandering hands down your shoulder blade. They start innocent enough, sweet, lingering touches along the hem of your shirt, but that quickly changes when Rafayel’s arm under your shirt practically yanks it up, sucking wet, messy kisses into the bare curves of your chest.

Each nip against your sensitive flesh forces the possibility of sleep further and further away, and you resort to distracting yourself with the motionless silhouette of Xavier. Petting through his hair, your rhythm is jolted every time Rafayel decides to leave a mark, nails pulling through Xavier’s locks as you bite your lip on a moan.

You don't miss the curve of his smirk against your skin, and the next kiss is accompanied by a bite, hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp that stirs Xavier. Tense, you scan the blonde's face, but he's nothing if not a heavy sleeper, and he nuzzles further into your touch, still unconscious as his head tucks under yours.

You don't get to sigh in relief. Instead, a whine builds in your throat, the wet heat of Rafayel's teeth tugging on the strap of your underwear as he fists your sleep shorts down.

"Rafayel, stop it,” you hiss as his hot breath hits the already embarrassingly damp center of your underwear.

His smile grows, lips brushing against your clothed core as he tilts his head. “Hmm? But you don’t sound like you want me to stop. And she certainly doesn’t sound like it either.” Two fingers dip under the band, and he parts your cunt with a lewd click.

Your face flushes in embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge just how easily your body gives in to them. One hand leaves Xavier, roughly fisting into Rafayel’s curls as he groans from the sharp pressure. “That’s because you and Xavier refused to wear protection!” 

The accusation earns a hushed laugh, his shoulders shaking against the insides of your thighs. It would have been innocent, the same contagious sort of smile gracing Rafayel’s face, if not the shadows cast across his face in the dark, teeth gleaming like fangs as he traces his tongue up the entire length of your clothed cunt. 

"M’sorry, we thought you'd enjoy the mess," he says, words muffled over your thighs, nose practically buried in between. "How can I make it up to you, cutie?”

You don’t get a chance to respond, not when Rafayel’s tongue dives into your clothed cunt, moaning against the soaked fabric as you gasp and force him closer by his hair. To muffle his sounds, you tell yourself. A pathetic lie considering how much louder he gets now, nose grinding up against your clit as his tongue tries to press into your fluttering cunt even with the barrier of cloth in between. 

God, he’s addicted, and it doesn’t take long until Rafayel’s spit and your slick soak through your underwear, the near-translucent fabric sticking to your lips as the bare minimum friction nearly drives you insane. 

“Say it,” Rafayel whines, nuzzling his face against your inner thigh. “Please, just tell me how badly you want me. Tell me, and I’ll do anything you ask.”

Like he wouldn’t already.

But how could you ever deny him when he begs so sweetly? 

Your palm cups his face, watching his near-wrecked expression and flushed skin tremble beneath your fingers.  “I’m yours, Rafayel.”

And the fabric is ripped into pieces. 

Refusing to even breathe, Rafayel places an opened-mouth kiss on your cunt, lapping up your slick with the most satisfied moan. He doesn't waste any time, not while your confession coated his mind with the sweetest type of intoxication, eating you out like he was depraved.

He might as well have been with how he moans, hips grinding desperately against the edge of the mattress, his not-entirely human tongue curling in and out of you as it writhes with terrifying accuracy against your walls.

It feels too good to be ashamed of the noises you make, gasping and crying out until you slam your palm over your mouth, biting down hard as the other claws into Rafayel’s hair. You can barely control yourself, half fighting to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, half rocking your hips up and down his face as you jerk him closer. 

“Mhm, greedy.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat before his words are muffled into your cunt, not baring to part for even a breath. “Pull on it, please. Harder.” 

You tug Rafayel’s hair almost in vengeance when he purposefully kisses away from where you need him most, licking and sucking obscenely into your thighs just to hear your frustrated cries even over your hand. 

He loved being used like this, so long as it was you. 

So long as it was him that turned you into such a beautiful, pathetic mess. 

It's not long until Rafayel pulls you close to the edge, nose pressing against your clit while thrusting his tongue into you, eyes rolling back from the taste and from the thought of your tight heat fluttering around his cock instead. 

And then, he stops, pulling away and leaving you gasping into the tear-stained pillow.

You bite back a sob, releasing only a choked little noise that has Rafayel's eyes flicking up to your face, the soft, concerned look in his eyes melting into something far more dangerous.

With viciously dilated pupils and your slick dripping from his mouth, Rafayel stares you down as every inch the dangerous siren the legends claimed him to be. He smiles, tongue raking over his teeth as though he couldn’t get enough of your taste, and you swear you’d let him eat your heart and soul. Gods, you’d let him eat you whole. 

You realize you must have made a sound, because Rafayel hushes you, pressing quick kisses to your knee. "Aw, what happened to being quiet? Aren't you afraid we'll wake the poor sleeping bunny?" 

At the mention of your other partner, you turn to where Xavier’s nuzzling his face further into your side, each warm breath damp against your feverish skin, still lost to the realm of dreams.

Not that Rafayel allows your attention to turn away from himself for too long. 

He leans over Xavier, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight cupping your face, and his lips are crashing into yours with all the viciousness of a summer seastorm. Your lips part, and Rafeyel fucks his tongue into your mouth the same he did your pussy, wet and desperate, the taste of yourself enough to make you dizzy. 

"Tell me,” Rafayel’s tone dips into something darker, kissing down your throat and stomach as he eyes Xavier. “Who’s the better lover?" 

Xavier's fingers flex, the tips brushing against the curve of your breast as he sleeps, and Rafayel's smile is almost predatory.

"D-don't ask stupid questions you dumb fish," your voice cracks as Rafayel's mouth ghosts over your cunt, teeth bared to your thigh, threatening to bite. "I chose you both."

The confession, as expected, doesn't please him. If anything, he seems overly offended, pouting and huffing a cold breath of air right against your aching core. The chill makes you squirm, trying to force him back to your center with the grip you have on his hair.

"No. Nope. That's not an answer."

"Raf–"

His name breaks off in a moan, sound ripped from your throat as Rafayel's thumb starts rubbing firm circles around your neglected clit. He doesn't relent, the pressure too much, too quick, your body already trembling from the pleasure Rafayel knows how to torture you with.

Only, it seems that all your sudden noise and movement have finally begun to affect Xavier. Not enough to wake him, but enough that you can hear his breathing become heavier, following your every twitch and buck from Rafayel’s onslaught as his body begins to grind into yours.

Mumbling into your neck, Xavier’s hand tightens around your waist before slipping under your shirt to palm your breasts, squeezing and kneading until the touch has you keening.

Xavier's still fast asleep, nonsensical words slurred against your skin, and yet his body is now far from it. His erection is thick and heavy against your hips, grinding desperately into your warmth almost in time to Rafayel’s ministrations, whimpering under his breath with every forceful thrust. 

Rafayel notices too, his gaze drifting up to the blond. You can't see his face, already busied between your legs once more, but a pleased hum vibrates through his entire body, fingers finally slipping into your cunt as he curls them just right, your back arching off the sheets with a silent scream. 

Xavier whines at your sudden thrashing, tugging you closer and unknowingly forcing you immobile and at complete mercy to Rafayel’s unfairly skilled fingers. "Mhm, so warm. Please, m’want to..." Another needy, slow grind against you follows his sleepy request. 

"Rafayel," you choke out a muffled plea, but his eyes only narrow, taking a breath as his free hand grabs at Xavier's ass, the touch just light enough to tease and make him rut harder against you.

"What is it, cutie? Don't pretend like you don't want more, not when your pretty pussy's drooling for his cock. She’s so needy, am I not enough?”

Rafayel rests his head on the inside of your thigh, fingers thrusting roughly into that sweet spongy spot inside you just as his other hand wraps around the base of Xavier's cock through his boxers, thumbing over the pre-cum staining the dark fabric. 

You're forced to bite down on the pillow beneath your head to stop the desperate cry tearing itself out of your throat. "This isn’t- ah- isn’t right."

"Isn't it? You’re dripping and the little bunny’s still asleep, yet look how desperate he is, rutting against you." Rafayel's voice dips, a raspy edge from his throat still fucking into you making it even more sinful, slurping everything you give him around his fingers before it drips down his wrist and into a puddle below. A huff, “I should get rewarded with how much effort I’m putting in.”

You cry out, legs trembling as his thumb begins its relentless attack on your clit, tracing mindless circles just random enough to keep you on edge. You're close, and Rafayel can feel it.

Xavier isn’t faring much better, whimpering a string of incoherent pleas into the crook of your neck as his hips keep rocking into the fist around him. He doesn't take his mouth away from the skin of your shoulder, biting down on it as he cums, shuddering and whimpering as the mess splatters down Rafayel's knuckles and onto your thighs. 

“You’re next. If you won’t be honest with me, I’ll make your body is.” Rafayel’s taunt is the last coherent thing you remember before you come. Hard. His words ring against your skull as his fingers pump into you faster, and the pressure against your clit becomes almost unbearable, and you're falling apart, crying and thrashing, the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Rafayel's weight and the scent of Xavier's strawberry shampoo, and then—

Rafayel finally shuts up to let you ride his face through your high, letting you use him as your thighs lock around his head, grinding desperately as though he were no more than a toy. No chance of breathing, no chance of escape. 

Not that he could care less, not as long as he could keep his lips around your gushing cunt, humming and sucking into your release as cum sprays over his tongue and down his chin. Gods, he could never get enough of this.

You're still shaking through your orgasm, pliant and stupid from the dizzying pleasure, that you don't notice the rustle of sheets until a second pair of hands slide down your thighs. 

"You’re doing this without me?" 

Xavier’s voice is a whisper, husky from sleep and his orgasm as he presses a kiss right below your ear, fingers squeezing rougher against your breasts.

"S-sorry. Didn't want to wake you," you try, biting back a gasp when his thumb flicks over a nipple. Rough. Mean. 

Rafayel snorts. "I think it's a bit too late for that.” A glare at Xavier over your leg, showing off your cum still dripping from his lips and fingers. ”Besides, I didn't need you."

You want to argue, really, but then Xavier is grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging just hard enough to push your head back, coaxing a moan from your throat as he marks down your neck with kisses intending to bruise. He’s pouting, grabbing your jaw as he forces your gaze away from Rafayel, nipping your bottom lip until you surrender to his drowsy advances.

“Why…” Another kiss before Xavier's licking desperately into your mouth, “Why didn't you wake me?"

The question comes out a little breathless, almost petulant, eyes hooded and dark as he looks over the mess Rafayel has made of you. He can't tear his eyes away, watching Rafayel even as he kisses you. His fingers flick over your nipple again, twisting and pinching until you're shaking, your thighs squeezing Rafayel's face, all while Xavier watches.

Said man only smiles, all smug arrogance. "Didn't you hear her, Xav? She said she didn't want to wake you, so don't blame me."

Rafayel drags a wet, open-mouthed kiss over your cunt, the overstimulation making you break the kiss with a gasp.

"Liar." Xavier's voice trembles, and you can't tell if he's referring to Rafayel's words, or the way he's staring longingly at Rafayel's lips now, still slick with your release. "You just wanted her all to yourself."

He doesn't bother giving Rafayel a chance to retort, taking the punishment out on you as he dips his head underneath your folded-up shirt, groaning as his hot tongue rolls over your nipple, sucking at the stiff peak as his hand continues to assault the other. The onslaught has you whimpering, pushing and clawing against Xavier’s shoulder to try and fight him off as he refuses to let go for even a moment. 

Rafayel's not one to be ignored, not when he has the advantage, and his tongue is back to fucking into your cunt with no reprieve, a cruel smirk on his face as you writhe and beg for their mercy.

Your hips roll, torn between pleasure and oversensitivity, unable to escape either of the men. It's overwhelming. Too much, too quickly, you only just came and you're already getting dragged back.

"Ah! Stop, I'm already mhm—"

You're interrupted by Xavier's tongue slipping into your mouth, a filthy, lazy slide that makes you grind up into Rafayel's tongue. It's like he doesn't even need to breathe, the wet, sloppy sounds of him eating you out drowned out only by the sound of Xavier kissing you senseless, pausing just to nip and suck at your breasts as though he'll get rewarded if he just tries hard enough. 

"You want him to stop? Is the mermaid not enough to satisfy you, princess?" Xavier taunts, lips brushing against your ear as his hips push up, grinding his cock against your thigh. "If that's the case, perhaps we should switch. I can give you exactly what you want, remember?"

“Shut up, I’m the one making her cum.”

“Only cause I wasn’t awake yet.”

“You snooze, you lose. Whose fault is that? Oh ya, yours.” 

They're at each other's throats yet again, practically clawing and snapping at each other, and you're helpless to try and intervene when they take their faux anger out on your poor abused body. 

You can't think, can't focus, can't do anything but shake and pant and sob into the pillow, their combined weight on top of you, forcing your pleasure higher and higher. 

“Xav—" He cuts you off with a kiss. 

“Shh, just take it."

You can't even tell who’s sloppier anymore- Xavier fucking your mouth with his tongue or Rafayel still eating you through your second orgasm, the sudden hit of it thundering down your body. 

“You look so pretty when you come," Xavier moans into your lips, his eyes half-lidded and glazed, hand coming up to stroke your cheek as he watches you, a sharp contrast to the other still rolling against your swollen nipple, loving the way you jerk into his touch. Then a glare to the man below. "My turn.”

Your body is still trembling, Rafayel's merciless fingers not allowing you to come down from your high, aftershocks of hypersensitivity crashing down your spine as every muscle spasms. No more. No more, please. You can’t possibly come again. 

You don't realize you’re begging out loud, not until Xavier shushes you with another bruising kiss. 

But it doesn't seem like Rafayel has any plans on stopping, not until Xavier’s hand skims down your thighs and yanks him up by the chain of his necklace. 

Rafayel growls as he's practically forced off your weeping cunt, eyes bleary and unfocused as he fights the blond's grip. And god, he looks absolutely wrecked, spit and cum dripping from his mouth and chin, connecting his lips to your pussy in sticky wet strands before they break, and you feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock straining against his soaked boxers. 

Xavier yanks him forward, pulling the necklace chain until he crashes his lips onto Rafayel's, all teeth and tongue, desperate to get a taste of your cum from his mouth. It's filthy, and Rafayel is the first to give in, still drunk off your taste and now Xavier's too.

"Mhm, you taste like her," Xavier whispers, pulling him closer until their bodies are pressed together, his mouth still moving against Rafayel's swollen, parted lips.

"Ya?" Rafayel’s grin is predatory, all fang and sin. "You wanna try too, don’t you? Give in then, bunny, lie down for us.”

"I don't take orders from you." 

Xavier scowls against Rafayel's lips, but you can feel his resolve breaking, his arm trembling where it rests against your thigh. 

"No, you take them from her, and she asked us so, so nicely to make her come. You wouldn't dare deny her that, would you?”

The Lemurian is nothing if not dangerously persistent, one hand coaxing Xavier backward so gently you don’t think he realizes how easily he’s falling, the other clawing down his abs as Rafayel bites against the erratic thud of Xavier’s pulse. Sharp and bruising, a silent promise for what to come. "Or do you wanna eat her out like I did? Have her ride your face while I fuck into her poor, desperate cunt? I can't decide, there are so many options."

“No.” It’s more a plea than a demand. Xavier's voice shakes with need, and you watch, dizzy and panting, as Rafayel's fingers slip underneath the waistband of Xavier's boxers. His fingers, still dripping with your cum, brush down the length of his cock, thumb circling the sensitive head and smearing the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from it. “You had y-your turn.” 

He can hardly finish his objection, not when Rafayel’s thumb comes up to abuse his leaking slit, Xavier’s words slurring into a desperate whine as he practically collapses back onto his elbows. Immediately, Rafayel is atop him.

"A competition, then." Rafayel leans down to whisper into Xavier's ear, but the words are purposefully teased out loud enough for you to hear, “But you lose if you cum first, and I get to fuck her.”

It's a low blow, a challenge he knows Xavier can't turn down. 

A challenge that somehow has you poised once again as the torment and the reward.

And it's true, because the second the words register, the blond's eyes shoot open, and his cock jerks violently against Rafeyel’s palm, a broken sound leaving his lips as his eyes lock back onto yours with all the promise of a starving hunter.

"Deal.”

Xavier doesn't allow the agreement to go without a price. Something snaps, the bedroom flickering with a sudden darkness as all the light vanishes. 

One moment, you’re lying against the bed, and the next Xavier manhandles you to your knees, one hand forcing your arms behind your back as he tugs you against him, the other pinning Rafayel to the mattress.

Rafayel’s the very picture of smug sin, the feral expression far more genuine, less threatening and much more amused as he nestles further into the pillows, one arm tucked lazily behind his head. 

Cold fingers dance up your hips, and Rafayel drags your bare cunt over his thighs and onto his lap, a pleased sigh escaping his lips as you're pinned deliciously between his cock and Xavier's sculpted back.

"So needy, little bunny."

"Shut up. I'm not the one who's leaking."

Rafayel snorts, and before the two can start fighting again, you're leaning forward, a hand resting against Rafayel's abs as you cup his erection through his boxers. And when he moans you believe every myth, every fairytale singing the doom of sailors to a siren song, because every sound he gives you is addictive and sweet enough that you’d drown to hear it again. 

Pulling Rafayel's cock out from his boxers, you’re stunned yet again by the slightly non-human beauty of it, heavy and thick in your palm, the flushed, ruddy tip already drooling precum as you thumb at it in vengeance. You know Xavier's watching from the way his own cock twitches against your back, hands digging bruises into your hips. Then, the warmth at your back disappears. 

Instead, a pair of hands drag your ass up, forcing you into a deep arch as you scramble for purchase against Rafayel’s thigh and the bed below.

“Closer.” Xavier’s hand laces into your hair as he pushes your head down, forcing your mouth to nuzzle against the base of Rafayel's cock. 

The movement pulls a gasp from both of you, your hot breath teasing the sensitive skin of Rafayel's shaft and forcing a shudder from his entire body. 

Seeing the two of you completely at his mercy does terrible, horrible things to Xavier, and his fingers dig bruises into your hips as it takes him everything not to forgo the competition and fuck you right there. 

"Good girl,” he hums, voice trembling as his grip tightens against your hair, giving you a harsh glare when you whine and squirm in his hold. "Now open."

You can't bring yourself to say no, not when the sight of Rafayel's eyes rolling back the second you do makes your stomach clench. His cock twitches against you as you lick at the copious amounts of cum leaking from his tip, then obediently wrap your lips around him.

With a smile that would have you shaking, Xavier leans down, barely able to continue guiding your head as he’s entranced with the mess between your legs, licking up the slick dripping down your thighs as he sucks against the delicate flesh, marking right over the sensitive bruises Rafayel had only just left behind. 

 “This- hah-” Rafayel curses under his breath, the single word breaking off into a moan, the sound muffled by his palm as his chest heaves. “This is hardly fair.”

But his complaints feel half-hearted, not with the way he’s already rutting into your mouth, Xavier’s iron grip keeping you in place as Rafayel thrusts himself into your mouth in one breath. You yield pathetically quick, flattening your tongue against the slick underside of his cock, another stream of pre-cum flooding your mouth as you nearly choke on it all, unable to pull off to even take a breath as Xavier guides your head up and down in a steady rhythm that has Rafayel falling apart. 

It’s cruel, but you can't help each pathetic moan that gets muffed onto Rafayel’s cock, the vibrations forcing his back to arch off the bed, head rolling back as it thuds against the pillows, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps in shallow breaths.

You almost wish he would let you see his eyes, but then you'd miss the view of his chest, every muscle tight and twitching under his skin, the mesmerizing sight now blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. You can't resist reaching up, dragging your nails down his abs, watching his body jerk against every new line of red.

"Please,” you're not sure if the broken whimper belonged to Rafayel or yourself. “Please, I can't wait anymore, wanna feel you— fuck— wanna fill you up again, please let me cum." It's like just the very thought has Rafayel keening, his hips jerking up into your hot mouth with reckless abandon as Xavier forces your spine up into a deeper arch.

You're nearly bent in half, the new angle leaving no part of you hidden from Xavier's hungry gaze as he watches you practically drool over Rafayel’s cock, lips meeting his pelvis as he breaches your throat. 

Xavier’s going to win. He needs to win. 

The thought makes him frantic, tongue fucking past the tight resistance of your cunt, his hand sliding up to tease at your clit. He won't be the one to finish first, not this time. Not when he's wanted nothing more than to feel your cunt gushing around him ever since Rafayel woke him up, ever since the two of you had the audacity to start this without him.

Rafayel can’t last much longer, especially not when you bring one shaking hand down to massage his swollen balls, hardly in control of your own movements as you feel dizzy on the addictive combination from the lack of oxygen and pleasure as Xavier begins to eat you out like a man starved. 

The room’s filled with the sounds of each slick, messy movement, whimpers from the man beneath you and breathless pleas from the one behind, bed rattling with every thrust. 

And yet you’re still so painfully empty. So, so, empty as your cunt flutters around Xavier’s tongue before he relents to kiss your clit once more, dragging a dissatisfied whine from you as you fight yourself off Rafayel’s cock. 

"F-fuck me. Please," A sob, and you feel both Rafayel and Xavier shudder. "It’s not enough. Want your cocks inside me, wanna cum on it. Need it, please-"

Oh, and when you beg like that, they should have known they never would have stood a chance.

"Shit."

"Ah, please-"

It's a blur. A rush of hands, of pleasure and pain, all of it colliding and dragging you to the edge. The room spins, the ceiling above you falling until the familiar, comforting feeling of slick muscle embraces you, grounding you as you focus on the erratic heartbeat between each ragged exhale. 

You're still sandwiched between them, lying on Rafayel as Xavier's weight drapes across your back, head propped up on the former's chest as you stare blearily at his silver pendant, unable to move. You're not even sure if you can, not with the way Xavier's still gripping the backs of your thighs, spreading you open as he forces one leg higher up.

Then, the blunt head of his cock grinds between your folds.

Xavier’s pressing his forehead against your back, wrapping his arms around you before biting into the crook of your neck. "You mean it? You’ll let us come inside again?"

Rafayel laughs, a raspy sound still raw from his orgasm. "Well, we both lost. Now what, bunny? We can't just leave her like this, poor thing is trembling." 

"Mhm,” Xavier forces you up, “We both fuck her then."

His words only make you whimper, body jerking uselessly against Xavier's grip. His hands lift you as Rafayel flips you around so you're now facing the blond, flinching violently as his cock brushes your swollen clit, any semblance of protest quelled as Xavier pulls you into another messy kiss. 

It’s demanding, Xavier mumbling achingly sweet praises into your open mouth as he begins to press you down, faster, harsher, forcing you onto Rafayel’s lap in a reverse cowgirl as you slide down slowly, taking inch by inch of Rafayel’s throbbing cock. There’s hardly any blue left in Xavier’s blow-out pupils, too mesmerized by the slick mess you’re gushing down their thighs. And just when you begin to squirm, impatient and desperate, Xavier slows their pace even more.

"Shhh, we need to make sure you'll be able to take both of us."

Rafayel's hand is wrapped around your waist, thumb rubbing small circles into your stomach, and if it weren't for Xavier's arms locked around you, holding you upright, you would have collapsed the second Rafayel pressed into the spot his fingers had found.

"Look at you," he purrs, a low sound that has you gasping. "So pretty when you’re needy. Can you feel me?"

It's hard not to. Everywhere feels warm, and every slow thrust, no matter how gentle, has a small burst of ecstasy building in your stomach, a wave crashing higher and higher as the two of them slowly fuck you full. Just as you’re nearly seated all the way onto Rafayel’s length, Xavier’s palms come up to the back of your knees, folding them up and forcing you backward until you’re practically lying prone atop of Rafayel.

Your head lolls uselessly against Rafayel's neck, gasping at the force of the new position,  and you're not sure if it's the tears in your eyes or the overwhelming pressure against your walls as they stretch around his cock that's making the world so blurry. Xavier soon follows you down, pressing you closer into Rafayel’s chest as his lips trail your jaw, your neck, your sucking against every sensitive spot behind your ears until you're distracted from the pain.

"You're doing so good, princess. Just a little more."

The sudden onslaught of pressure of both of you atop him has Rafayel flinching, and he hisses out a pained moan, hips jerking up into the slick heat of your pussy, and it's only Xavier's grip that keeps the two of you from slipping off.

"Hah- hurry up-" Rafayel's eyes are glassy, his head tipped back and face twisted in pleasure. 

Strings of incoherent pleas are whispered against your ear, Rafayel marking up the left side of your neck while Xavier’s still busy with the right, that is, until Xavier switches sides, biting right over Rafayel’s marks until he’s pulled up into a desperate kiss.

The wet sounds of their lips are filthy and obscene, each hot breath and moan brushing past your ear as you writhe, pressed between them. Rafayel's cock is already swelling, twitching against the fluttering walls of your pussy, unwilling to fully pull out, settling to just grinding up in slow, cruel thrusts before something in him snaps and he switches to pounding against your abused walls.

Every time you think you’ll finally come Rafayel switches pace, the obscene slap of skin on skin muffled only by your sobs and their kissing. 

You’re close, so so fucking close you feel your muscles begin to shake. Xavier only pushes you down further, every angle a new cruelty, smothering you between them, rendering you unable to do anything but take it.

Again, Rafayel slows, and you slur curses down at him as your thighs tremble from overstimulation, shaking violently until you feel something grab your calf. Xavier massages the quivering muscle, gentle until he’s suddenly pressing your knee higher and higher, going until it’s pinned to the mattress up against your head.

And now Rafayel is hitting impossibly deeper, abusing your poor g-spot with each thrust. 

Xavier kisses your ankle, then calf, making his way up your leg until he can nip at your inner thighs now folded over his shoulder. And then you feel the pressure of his cock at your already full entrance. Xavier’s hand dips down between your bodies, trying to bully himself in alongside Rafayel, but his cock slides past your navel, slick and covered in your combined cum. 

"No, no no, not gonna fit- ah- Xavier!"

Your words break off into a wail as he tries again, grinding closer so you’re tightly cradled between the two, Xavier leaning fully atop you both. A snarl grits through his jaw when his cock slips past again, readjusting you so your legs fall apart wider, the burn in your thighs turning delicious and overwhelming, pussy weeping around Rafayel’s cock as Xavier’s swollen, leaking head bumps against your clit. 

Xavier watches the mess, every thrust and messy squirt of cum, brows furrowed and flushed a deep red, as he whines into your shoulder, "Please- can't stop- please let me fuck you too, you'll look so pretty with both of us filling you up, taking us so good- don’t make me stop."

He’s reduced to babbling against your neck, biting down hard enough to bleed when your cunt finally yields to him too, cockhead bumping into Rafayel’s as he slowly pushes in inch and inch, trembling from the combined pleasure of your walls and the violent throbbing of every vein now grinding together.

It's too much, it’s not enough, the stretch and the friction and the pressure leaving you fucked stupid, hands scrambling for purchase. Rafayel grunts when your nails drag across his thighs, his own hands coming to latch onto your wrists, pinning them above his head, forcing you motionless between them.

You can do nothing but sob, tears streaming down your face as your entire body convulses. And when they finally, finally bottom out together, the world goes white.

"Shh, you're alright," Rafayel soothes, although his voice is trembling, the sound broken as he tries to catch his breath. "Doing so well for us, cutie, so perfect."

Xavier growls, his hands grabbing the headboard. He's barely holding on, not with the way Rafayel's cock twitches against his own, your hot walls clenched tightly around the two of them as you beg.

"Please, can't- too much, more, I need-"

There's a broken sob, and then Xavier’s slamming his hips forward, fucking into you with a brutality he usually saves for Rafayel, the force sending the three of you rocking against the mattress, headboard splintering under the strength of his grip. The other leaves to thumb at your nipples, lips following suit as he rambles, drunk off your pussy, "These would look s'pretty filled, even more sensitive. Bet you'd let us milk you, fill you up even more."

"And here, you'll feel us here too, won't you?" A hand moves lower- whose you no longer are coherent enough to care- brushing over the swell of your abdomen, the slight bulge appearing and disappearing where both of them are thrusting violently into you. "Be a waste not to. Imagine it, a painted mess filled with us.”

And you are. You can't think about anything else, not with the way they're stuffing you full— every time Rafayel's cock would settle near your g-spot Xavier’s would ram back in, forcing the former up against your cervix before pulling out entirely, repeating the vicious rhythm as the pain bled into pleasure. 

Tears stream down the side of your face, room spinning into dizziness until all that remains are the burning trails of their touch, the only things keeping you grounded. 

Rafayel's sucking into your shoulder, biting the sweat-slicked flesh, and you can feel his hips begin to stutter underneath you, already reaching his high despite Xavier still pounding into you with the same intensity, desperate to catch up.

The moment Xavier feels Rafayel's release, it's over. Your back arches up against him, convulsing against their hold, your abused walls clenching down so tightly that you’re practically begging for them to come inside, sucking them in deeper and deeper until it’s impossible for them not to follow.

It's a violent orgasm, hot squirt of your cum drenching Xavier’s abs, the intensity of it causing Rafayel’s vision to white out too, unable to hear the desperate sounds of your moans, not when his blood is rushing past his ears.

Then, the world comes crashing back.

Rafayel’s panting, still thrusting weakly into the slick, tight heat as he emptied himself inside you, the sheer overload of it gushing down your legs and onto the sheets. 

"Ah- Xavier," you whine, the sound muffled into his chest as Xavier continues to chase after his high, too lost in his late orgasm to pull out.

The overstimulation is torture, your body twitching and trembling with every sloppy thrust. The moment he finally pulls out, the mess follows, thick, white rivets leaking down your thighs, the sheer volume near damn concerning had you the capacity to focus on it.

Rafayel laughs, fingers swirling through the cum as though painting your thighs, "That's not going to be easy to clean up."

"S'gonna look pretty. Messy. Full." Xavier murmurs, still pinning the both of you beneath him as he collapses in exhaustion, fingers dancing over the small swell in your stomach. Pressing lightly, he watches in fascination as their mixed cum gushes out faster, and you whimper, gripping his wrists to stop before they get any more ideas. 

You're not sure what's worse, the fact that they're both still hard and the way they're looking at you, or the fact that their words have your exhausted body already trying to recover, a shiver running through your sore muscles as the room's cool air brushes over the slick, sticky mess between your thighs.

"You're both so disgusting," you groan, the words coming out slurred and barely audible. 

"You love it."

"Yeah," Xavier's agreement is soft and almost hesitant. "You love us."

"Yes, I love both of you. Now get the fuck off of me." A shove, your shaking arm barely affecting Xavier as he finally relents, a small smile on his lips as he rolls the three of you down into the bed, resting on your sides. 

The muscles in your thighs scream in relief as they’re finally placed down, every inch of your body sore and marked up in one way or another, every visible bruise and bite getting pampered in faux apologies by the two men snuggling up next to you.

It’s a tangle of limbs, Xavier already claiming your chest again as he nuzzles into your breasts while Rafayel simply curls himself around your back. A hand there, an arm there, and a little more muffled bickering. Yet you all fit together, and sleep comes easy now. 

And the nightmares never return. 

[yuriko-mukami]

Once Upon Dreams and Nightmares

Event organized by @bluebird-dolly-bride Story beta read by @ruki-mukami-dl Also thank you for your help @mermaid--bride

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The Curse of the Blue Moon

Run, run, Lost Boy For your love has spirited away Run, run, Lost Boy For your lily has been trapped in the Land of the Fae Run, run, Lost Boy For your moon is about to fade

Once upon a time, there was a town that people called the godless one. Stories told that the town was filled with terrible creatures of the night and even the church there had made ties with the darkness. Were those only rumors or not, nobody knew. 

In that town, lived a girl with hair like fluffy clouds and blue sky and eyes like sparkly ocean in the sunny weather. The girl was called Tsukino Yuriko or, as her mother used to whisper in the evenings, the tiny lily of the moon. Yet, ever since she had passed this world, no one had used such a name for the girl anymore. These days she was living alone with her father, Tsukino Keisuke, in their tiny house. While she did all she could to please the man, she had a nagging feeling that nothing was ever good enough. Without her mother, their family was broken and she didn’t have the means to fix it again.

And little did the girl know that behind her back, her father had made his own arrangement. Never had anyone told the tale to Yuriko, but before she had been born there had been another: a boy with equally cloudy hair with blue strikes and teal-glimmering eyes. But the boy had been taken by monsters and never brought back. The same monsters that had later claimed the girl’s mother. 

So, behind the scenes, Keisuke had searched for the solution, wishing to get back his little boy who had been spirited away. And found the answer he finally had. The key had been already placed in his hands, and the useless daughter had turned into golden treasure. By giving her away, Keisuke could redeem forces to fight the monsters and bring back the child he missed so much.

So, came the day when Keisuke called out for his daughter, handing her a blue hood and a basket filled with offerings.

“You are to go to the church and bring them these, for they have promised to give our family a great blessing for that.” 

“But… umh… should I really go? You are much more important than me, Father.” The girl lowered her head, not believing she was suitable for such an important task. 

“Be a good daughter for once and do this for me.”

“Yes… Father.”

And the girl dressed up in the blue hood and took the basket, heading out towards the church. But the road was long for her tiny feet. She decided to walk through the park for that made at least a bit of a shortcut. 

The night was already closing in, the blue moon sailing to the sky and painting everything with cerulean silver. Soon, someone stepped in her way, blocking the path.

“Livestock should not wander too far from their home at this hour. They might run into something dangerous.”

Glimmering eyes peered at Yuriko who pressed the basket against her chest as her heart drummed against her ribcage. “Umh… but sir, I have an important task to do for my father.”

“I see. For livestock, you seem to be well-mannered at least.” The man stepped closer, yet stayed in the shadows. “May I ask what kind of a task has your father given you?”

“I’m to take these offerings to the church and they will give him a blessing for a better future.” Yuriko beamed. Perhaps this was the way to make her father accept her once and for all. 

“Hmm, if you are wishing to guarantee the blessing, you should bring some flowers to the church too. Those are usually appreciated and will make the priest favor you.”

Tilting her head to the side, Yuriko took in the words. She didn’t have much money on her but surely it was more than enough to buy flowers. And if that was the way to make things happen in the right way, then it was worth her little savings. Anything to bring happiness to her father.

“I thank you for the advice.” As Yuriko bowed her head, a soft chuckle reached her ears. When she raised her gaze again, no one was standing on the path. Had she imagined everything or not? She did not know but since she was determined to succeed with her task, she took another turn and hurried toward the flower shop before it would be closed for the night.

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So, it was the truth indeed as the vaguely familiar voice from the darkness had told to the vampire. His beloved lily had forgotten him, chased into a trap like a little innocent lamb. But he was not to give up, never would he allow the church to have its way with this beauty who belonged to him and him only.

All too well the vampire knew that if he waited a moment longer, the beauty would be handed into the arms of another to suck dry and to be used. He wouldn’t have that. She was his possession, his great love, and promised to him for all eternity. This nightmare would not win. No one else would not claim what was rightfully his.

The vampire would play the game and take the price. So, he hurried to the church and sneaked in, searching for the father who would welcome the young lady with open arms and fill her mind with lies before sending her to her doom.

The priest didn’t know what hit him. Soon, he was drained with only two punctual marks. Hastily, the vampire freed the man from his clothes, covering himself with the robes of the priest. And not a moment too soon, since the hinges of the door were singing for the arrival of his prey.

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Yuriko stepped into the dark and gloomy building she hadn’t visited before, wondering if this massive place could truly hold the answers to her father’s prays. But she had never been the one who would defy her own parent, so she did as she had been told and walked in, pressing the gift basket — now, filled also with white lilies — against her chest.

“Come in, dear Child.” The priest stepped from the shadows, his voice carrying a familiar tone. Yuriko couldn’t tell where she had heard it before. The man was tall with ruffled hair, yet the church was so dimly lit that it was impossible to make out the details.

“Good evening, Father. Umh… I have come as my father has told me, bringing gifts and asking for a blessing for my family.” Roaming closer, Yuriko held out the basket with slightly shaking arms. The priest picked it up, peeking in it but then setting it on the wooden seat row next to him. He closed the space between them, snatching Yuriko’s chin and lifting her head.

“Look me in the eyes when you speak to me, Child.”

“Umh… Forgive me, Father. I dare not, for I have been taught that a good woman always keeps her gaze down.”

A finger, radiating cold, slid along Yuriko’s chinline. She found herself unable to turn her gaze anymore as the deep oceanic eyes captured her attention. The priest was young — probably not much older than she. But soon, her attention was drawn elsewhere, to a white lovage dotted with crimson.

“Father, are you all right? Why is there blood on your collar?” Yuriko heard how her voice echoed in the church, walls quietly repeating her words.

“Oh, why indeed?” the priest repeated. “For giving shepherd’s blood so that Devil may not spill yours.”

Yuriko blinked, not completely understanding how and why exactly was shepherd’s liquid of life given for her sake. Yet, she dared not to ask. But when the priest smiled at her, another question lingered on her lips.

“Oh, Father, why the blood has painted your lips as well?”

“For I have drunk it to save your soul, Child.” The smile turned into a smirk, revealing the sharper corner teeth Yuriko had ever seen. Fingers dig into Yuriko’s cheeks as the priest forced her face to rise up again. The hood glided down, setting free her white and blue curls. There was something slippery curling in her stomach, yet she could not stop the question from escaping her.

“Oh, Father, why do you have the teeth of the beast?”

Another smirk. An arm enveloped Yuriko’s waist, pulling her against the priest’s chest while a musky scent filled her senses and the oceanic eyes made her prisoner of the waves rising deep within her. She pressed her palms on the man’s shoulders but was unable to push as if all the strength had run from her body.

“For so that I can devour you completely.” Cold lips pressed on Yuriko’s, turning her world upside down. It was like this man tried indeed devour her soul through her mouth, sucking her bottom lip as the sharp teeth graced it. Her fingers curled and, instinctively, she grabbed a hold of the priest’s robes, gaping against his mouth, knowing this was not something a good girl would surrender herself into. But she was glued into this moment of pure desire, wanting to give herself there and then without understanding why were her mind and body suddenly singing foreign songs of bliss and pleasure.

The tidal wave of realizations washed over Yuriko. She couldn’t explain it but she knew that she had kissed these lips before. She had given her everything to this man in another life. She belonged. Not to this place, not to this life but in these arms that held her now.

“Ruki…” A quivering whisper floated between them.

But the answer never came.

Clever you are, Lost Boy For you know how to play But are you strong, Lost Boy? For still haven’t passed the day Sneakiness isn’t everything, Lost Boy For all is gone if you don’t slay

The front doors of the church were banged open and a shadow with a long cape stepped in the frame. As the blue moon climbed on the sky it painted the figure with its cold light and glimmered on the blade on their hand. 

Yuriko gasped as Ruki pushed her behind his back. Even through the priest’s robes, it was obvious how every muscle of him tensed. The air was thick with the energy. It tickled Yuriko’s nose as if it was about to explode any second now.

“Disgusting monsters, you dared to step on the holy space. This will be the end of you!” As the man darted in he rose his blade, his eyes glistening with blind rage that knew no reason.

“Yuriko! Run!” Ruki pushed the young woman toward the altar, dashing at the man right after. Moving faster than Yuriko could distinguish, Ruki pulled out a knife and met the blade with it in a swift shift. Sparkles danced in the dim church hall as the edges chafed against each other.

Glued to her place, Yuriko pressed her hand over her gasping mouth, her nails digging crescents onto her cheek. Would Ruki win? 

I can’t watch this!

Finally, Yuriko was on the move. She lifted her hand as her feet beat the floor. With every hasty step, she called out the flames from deep within her. And at the moment when she was by Ruki’s side, the blue fire hit the other man’s cape, flaring it… no… consuming it at a faster pace than Yuriko had even imagined!

The man backed down, yelling, almost like foxtrotting through the church, spreading the fire with him. It caught the wooden seats and colorful tapestries within minutes, painting everything with azure and absorbing all in sight as Yuriko stared. Had she caused this? Destroyed this building?

“Yuriko!” Cold digits clutched Yuriko’s wrist, hauling her into Ruki’s arms. “We have to go. Now!” Before she realized it, Ruki had hoisted her in bridal style and was rushing out, leaving behind the pyre that used to be the place for prayers.

Yet, this was not the only change since the whole world around them was grumbling. As the ground shook, the trees started to fall and the blue moon sank into clouds full of bolts of lightning. 

Ruki didn’t stop. Yuriko clung to him, holding onto his neck like there was no tomorrow — and for a while, she believed that it was so. This was it. The end without a new beginning. The final period of their lives.

The clouds descended, covering everything around the couple with thick mist. Still, Ruki kept going, for there was nothing to lose anymore. For Yuriko, he was all she could see but she didn’t need anything else. While she did not know what had happened and why they had ended up in this place, all she cared about was the love of her life who was once again embracing her.

With a few more steps, Ruki swooped them through the mist. Puffing, Yuriko gazed around. The mist was gone, and so was the church as the familiar gate rose before them. The Mukami manor.

Ruki placed Yuriko down only to snatch her into a hug, sinking his face into her hair and inhaling deeply.

“My angel…”

“Ruki…”

Good job, Lost Boy For you found your power Be proud, Lost Boy For you claimed the price at the right hour Love now, Lost Boy For you have eternity with your flower