#she’s trying to bite my new monster high doll :(

[pine-needled]

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[littlelamy]

i seen you did strawberry shortcake could you do monster high obsessed reader

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you’re scrolling through your phone, lounging on rafe’s bed, when he walks in and catches you giggling at something. without looking up, you absentmindedly say, “oh my god, rafe, you have to see this new monster high merch drop. it’s insane.”

he raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe with that familiar smirk. “still obsessed with that, huh?”

you glance up, meeting his teasing gaze, and roll your eyes. “uh, yeah, because it’s iconic? they just released a new draculaura doll, and it’s sold out everywhere.”

rafe steps closer, plopping down on the bed beside you, his hand resting casually on your leg. “you’re seriously into this, aren’t you? you’re, like… dedicated.”

“dedicated? please. i’m a connoisseur,” you correct him, holding up your phone to show him the picture of the doll, all pink and black with gothic details. “look at her. she’s perfect.”

he glances at it, clearly not as enthused, but he humors you. “yeah, she’s… cute, i guess.”

“cute?” you scoff, leaning closer to him, your shoulder brushing his. “she’s gorgeous. you just don’t get it.”

“you’re right,” he chuckles, his hand sliding up your leg, squeezing your thigh lightly. “i don’t. but seeing you get all worked up over these dolls? kind of hot.”

you shoot him a skeptical look, feeling a smirk tug at the corners of your mouth. “oh, really? you think me being obsessed with a bunch of ghouls is hot?”

“yeah, why not?” he shrugs, his fingers trailing up your thigh a little higher, teasing. “there’s something about you getting all passionate about it. gets me thinking…”

you raise an eyebrow, curious but trying to play it cool. “thinking about what?”

“about how you’d look dressed up like one of them,” he says, his voice dropping low as his hand finds its way to your hip. “you know, in one of those little outfits.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “are you trying to make me cosplay monster high characters now?”

“i mean… if you’re down.” his eyes darken, and you can see the playful challenge in them.

“rafe,” you start, trying to sound stern but failing to hide the grin spreading across your face. “you’re ridiculous.”

“maybe,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. “but you know you’d kill it as cleo de nile or …maybe frankie stein with all those stitches.”

you bite your lip, trying not to give in to the teasing warmth that’s building between you two. “you’re out of your mind.”

“nah,” he says, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and full of heat. “just really into the idea of you looking all gothy and spooky. fits your vibe.”

you let out a soft laugh, leaning into him, your lips brushing his. “you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“maybe a little,” he admits, his voice low as his hand tightens on your waist, pulling you even closer. “but i think i’d love it more if you’d stop talking about those dolls for a second and pay attention to me.”

“oh, now you want attention?” you tease, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “i thought you were cool with me and my monster high obsession.”

“i am,” he grins, turning his head to kiss you properly, his lips soft but firm against yours. “but i think i deserve a little attention too.”

you pull back slightly, giving him a playful look. “so you’re telling me i should ditch my dolls for you?”

“i mean, i’d say i’m a pretty solid trade-off,” rafe smirks, his fingers trailing up your spine, sending a shiver through you. “besides… i don’t think any of those plastic ghouls can do what i’m about to.”

“oh yeah?” you challenge, your voice low and teasing as you lean in close, your lips barely grazing his. “prove it, cameron.”

with that, he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist as he kisses you deeply, your phone forgotten on the bed. you laugh against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as you let him take control, the air between you heating up fast.

“you really think you can compete with monster high?” you murmur against his mouth, your words playful but breathless.

rafe grins, pulling back to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “babe, you’re about to forget those dolls even exist.”

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[dollsinvogue]

Clawdeen Wolf core doll diary scans

Found a bunch of old monster high diaries and I wanted to share them! Also does anyone else remember these “unlock more online” codes??

English + Français transcription below

English:

this diary belongs to: Clawdeen Wolf

This is my diary. If you want your life to last longer than it takes to read it. You won't.

Unlock more online: MHCWPACK

July 14th

I got up late so there was no hot water left then I cut myself shaving this cause my razor was dull and I was in hurry to get out of the freezing water but amazingly enough the day actually went down hill from there… Later on Crescent, the alpha Kitty, must have sensed my mood cause instead of spending the night prowling around he curled up in my lap and Kept me company while sorted through my funk.

July 15th

It rained today. I hate the rain. It totally caused my hair to poof out and I was not about to spend the rest of the day looking like a were-poodle. So I grabbed a pair of electric clippers and 15 minutes later I had a new 'do. It's short, scary cute and perfectly wolfish I think I'll keep it for a while or at least until this rain goes away. I have decided that when I control my own fashion empire I'm going to have a stylist on call just for rainy days.

August 4th

I hate, hate, hate! sharing a room with my sister. Howleen totally growls in her sleep, she wears my clothes and she got sprayed by a skunk last week which means that every time she takes a bath, which isn't often, it stinks up the whole room. I'd hope she gets fleas but she'd just spread them to me.

August 7th

I've got to get serious about planning what I'm going to wear on the first day of school this year. I mean It's not like I'm worried about some monster showing up and looking more fabulous than me but I feel obligated to set the bar for everyone else. Last year on the first day of school I caused a minor traffic jam just walking across the school parking lot. It's going to be hard to top that but I've been experimenting with some new hair styles and I'm considering just asking for a school assembly so that crowd control won't be a problem.

August 10th

I tried a new hair remover made especially for werewolves. The label says it will totally eclipse unwanted hair and it's supposed to keep you hair-free for a week …not. It's expensive, it stings worse than wolfs bane and I still have to shave twice a day! What a rip…I could have used that money for a new belt.

August 15th

spent the day at Draculaura's. She's the absolute sweetest BMFF ever! Although if she doesn't stop trying to feed me tofu im going to bite her j/k ;p. She has like rooms and rooms of clothes. It's like a fashion museum. So awesome! She always says that were going to pick out clothes to give Ghoul Will but she always gives most of them to me. I pretend I don't need them but with so many brothers and sisters it's not like there's a lot of extra money to go around for new fashions. I guess we must have gotten a little loud though cause we woke up her dad. He doesn't really like werewolves very much but he tolerates me cause I'm friends with Draculaura. Whatever. It's not like I want to hang out with him either. Anyway, the best thing about Draculaura is that she doesn't give me clothes because she feels sorry for me, she does it because she’s my friend.

August 19th

Went to the Maul with Clawd today. He needed a new football and I needed to get some ideas for my next hair style. While I was there I saw the strangest thing. I was walking past the witches Kitchen supply store and saw Deuce Gorgon reading a cookbook! I yelled "Yo Deuce, trying to find a recipe for snake?" He dropped the cookbook and looked all embarrassed; at least I think he was. It's hard to tell what's going on behind those glasses. I think he would have tried to stone me but Clawd walked up and Deuce chilled. Sometimes it's cool to have the toughest guy in the school on your side. Thanks bro!

August 21st

If I were a mad scientist, the hairstyle experiment I tried today would be locked away in the lab never to see the light of day again. I flat ironed my hair so it was straight and then I razor cut it. As soon as the curl came back things got ugly. Even Howleen felt sorry for me. It's a good thing I'm the werewolf equivalent of Rapunzel and my hair will be grown out by the end of the week or I’d be wearing a hat until Halloween.

August 23rd

Draculaura tried to talk me into trying out for the fearleading squad again. Puhh…leeze. A list of why I'm not a fearleader:

I. I don't "Try out" for anything.

2. I wouldn't be caught human in those uniforms.

3-8 Boring and Cleo de Nile

9. While they're yelling for the boys I'm in the stands flirting with the boys.

10. Boring and Cleo de Nile.

I have thought about trying out just to show I could nake the team but then I look at my list again and it reminds me why I don't want to.

August 25th

Hung out at the Maul with Draculaura and met a new girl named Frankie Stein. She was shopping with her mom and fortunately for Frankie then ran into us. Otherwise she would have started the first day of school dressed like the Bride of Lame-n-stein. Frankie's beautiful and sweet but a bit naive. Fortunately, I’m here to make sure she gets properly educated in the ways of the fierce fashionista.

September 5th

Our annual End of summer family bar-boo-que was todan. Mmmmm...fat juicy steaks for everybody. Except for Draculaura of course. She brought tofu dogs, veggie burgers and a human boy named Jackson Jekyll. She'll always be my BMFF and the sweetest monster ever but ghoulfriend makes some strange choices. Anyway, I could tell he was really nervous, and what human surrounded by werewolves wouldn't be, until Clawd started talking about football and then the two of them kinda hit it off. I think Draculaura is major league crushing on this guy.

September 6th

I know most monsters are probably dreading starting school but not me. I want to learn as much as I can so that I'll be totally prepared when I start building my fashion empire. If for nothing else than to be able to move out of the house and get my own place without having to share everything with all my brothers and sisters. Oh no! I think I smell Howleen in the shower! Why couldn't I have been an only wolf?

About Me

Name: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15

Monster Parents: The Werewolf

Killer Style: I’m a fierce fashionista with a confident no-nonsense attitude. I'm also gorgeous, intimidating, and absolutely loyal to my friends.

Freaky Flaw: My hair is worthy of a shampoo commercial and that's just what grows on my legs. Plucking and shaving is definitely a full time job but that's a small price to pay for being scarily fabulous.

Pet: Crescent, a scary cute little kitten as fuzzy as I am.

Favorite Activity: Shopping and flirting with the boys!

Biggest Pet Peeve: I hate having so many of my brothers and sisters in school at the same time. They're annoying, embarrassing, and totally know how to push my buttons. Oh, and Cleo de Nile.

Favorite School Subject: Economics. One day I plan on having my own fashion empire and I want to know as much about business as I do about fashion.

Least Favorite School Subject: Gym. It's only because then won't let me participate in my platforn wedges.

Favorite Color: Gold- it’s the only thing Cleo de Nile and I can ever agree on

Favorite Food: Steak...rare.

BFF's: Frankie Stein and Draculaura

Français:

ce journal appartient à: Clawdeen Wolf

Ceci est mon journal intime. Si tu veux que ta vie dure plus longtemps que sa lecture...Tu ne le liras pas

Accède à plus de contenu en ligne: MHCWPACK

14 juillet

Je me suis levée en retard, et il n’y avait plus d'eau chaude. Ensuite, je me suis coupée en me rasant parce que mon rasoir n’était pas bien affûté et que j'étais pressée de sortir de cette eau glacée. Et la journée ne s'est pas améliorée... Plus tard, Crescent le chaton alpha doit avoir senti que je n'étais pas de bonne humeur, car au lieu de passer la soirée à tourner en rond, il s'est couché sur mes genoux et m’a tenu compagnie tant que je ne m'étais pas remise de mes émotions.

5 juillet

Il a plu aujourd'hui. Je déteste la pluie. À cause de ça, mes cheveux étaient hors de contrôle. Je n'avais pas l'intention de passer le reste de la journée avec un look de caniche-garou. Alors j'ai pris deux tondeuses électriques et 15 minutes plus tard, j'avais une nouvelle coupe! C'est court, effroyablement joli et reflète parfaitement ma nature de loup. Je pense que je vais garder ce style un bout de temps, ou au moins le temps que la pluie cesse. J'ai décidé que lorsque je dirigerai mon propre empire de la mode, j'aurai un styliste de garde rien que pour les jours de pluie.

4 août

Je déteste, déteste, déteste!! partager une chambre avec ma soeur. Howleen groque dans son sommeil et elle porte mes vêtements. Une mouffette l'a arrosée la semaine dernière, ce qui signifie que chaque fois qu'elle prend un bain, c'est-à-dire pas très souvent, ça sent dans toute la pièce. Je lui souhaiterais bien d'attraper des puces, mais elle me les transmettrait aussi.

7 août

II faut que je pense sérieusement à ce que je vais porter pour la rentrée scolaire cette année. Ce n'est pas comme si j'avais peur qu’un autre monstre ait l'air plus fabuleux que moi, mais je me sens obligée de mettre la barre assez haute pour les autres. L'année passée, lors de la rentrée, j'ai provoqué un mini-embouteillage rien qu'en traversant le stationnement de l'école. Ça va être difficile de renouveler l'exploit, mais j'ai essané quelques novveaux stules de coiffure et j'envisage de demander une réunion scolaire pour qu'il y ait un meilleur contrôle des foules.

10 août

J'ai essayé une nouvelle crème dépilatoire conçue spécialement pour les loups-garous. L'étiquette dit qu'elle fait totalement disparaître les poils indésirables et elle est censée les empêcher de repousser pendant toute une semaine... mon oeil! Ça coûte cher, ça sent pire qu'ne meute de loups et je suis toujours obligée de me raser deux fois par jour! C'est du vol... J'aurais pu utiliser cet argent pour une nouvelle ceinture.

15 août

J'ai passé la journée chez Draculaura. C'est vraiment la plus gentille de toutes les amies! Mais si elle essaie encore de me faire avaler du tofu, je vais la mordre! Je blague...;p. Il y a plein de pièces remplies de vêtements chez elle. Un véritable musée de la mode! C'est super! Elle dit toujours que nous allons choisir des vêtements à donner à des oeuvres de charité, mais elle m'en donne toujours la plus grande partie. Je fais semblant de ne pas en avoir. besoin, mais avec tous mes frères et soeurs, il ne reste pas beaucoup d'argent pour magasiner. Je crois qu'on a fait un peu trop de bruit l'autre jour parce que nous avons réveillé son père. Il n'aime pas vraiment les loups-garous mais il me tolère parce que je suis amie avec Draculaura. Peu importe. Ça n'est pas comme si je voulais être son amie. De toute façon, ce qu'il y a de bien avec Draculaura c'est qu'elle ne me donne pas des vêtements parce qu'elle a pitié de moi, mais parce que c'est mon amie.

19 août

Je suis allée aux Galeries l'Épouvante avec Clawd aujourd'hui. Il avait besoin d'un nouveau ballon de football et je cherchais de nouvelles idées pour ma prochaine coiffure. Là-bas, jai vu quelqu'un chose de très étrange. Je passais devant le magasin de chaudrons de sorcière et j'ai aperçu Deuce Gorgon en train de live un livre de cuisine! J'ai crié «Hé, Deuce! Tu cherches une recette de serpents?» Il a lâché le livre et avait l'air très embarrassé, du moins c'est ce que j'ai pensé. C'est difficile de deviner ce qui se passe derrière ces lunettes. Je crois qu'il aurait bien essayé de me transformer en pierre, mais Clawd s'est approché et Deuce s'est calmé. Quelque fois, c'est cool d'avoir le gars le plus costaud de l'école de son côté. Merci!

21 août

Si j'étais un savant fou, l'expérience de coiffure que j'ai essayée aujourd'hui resterait à jamais sous clé dans le laboratoire. J'ai utilisé un fer pour aplatir mes cheveux avant de les couper au rasoir. Mais quand mes boucles naturelles sont revenues, le résultat était horrible. Même Howleen avait de la peine pour moi. Une chance que je suis l'équivalent de Raiponce chez les loups-garous et que mes cheveux auront repoussé d'ici la fin de la semaine, sinon j'aurais dû porter un chapeau jusqu'à l'Halloween.

23 août

Draculaura a encore essayé de me convaincre de passer une audition pour la brigade de la terreur. Pfff... sans espoir. Voilà la liste des raisons pour lesquelles je ne veux pas être dans la brigade:

I. Je ne fais pas d'auditions pour quoi que ce soit.

2. Je ne voudrais pas être vue dans ces uniformes.

3-8. C'est ennuyant... et Cleo de Nile

9. Pendant qu'elles crient pour encourager les garçons, je suis dans les gradins en train de flirter avec les garçons.

10. C'est ennuyant... et Cleo de Nile

J'avais pensé essayer juste pour montrer que je peux entrer dans l'équipe, puis j'ai jeté à nouveau un coup d'oeil à ma liste et ça m'a rappelé pourquoi je ne veux pas.

25 août

Je suis allée aux Galeries l'Épouvante avec Draculaura et nous y avons rencontré une nouvelle fille qui s'appelle Frankie stein. Elle magasinait avec sa mère et, heureusement pour Frankie, nous les avons rencontrées. Sinon, elle aurait commencé l'école habillée comme la fiancée de Horrible-stein. Frankie est belle et charmante mais un peu naive. Heureusement, je suis là pour assurer son éducation dans la plus pure tradition de la mode.

5 septembre

Aujourd'hui a eu lieu notre barbe-queue familial destiné à commémorer la Fin de l'été. Mmmmm.... des steaks gras et bien juteux pour tout le monde. Sauf pour Draculaura bien sûr. Elle avait apporté des saucisses de tofu, des hamburgers végétariens et un humain du nom de Jackson Jekyll. Elle sera toujours ma meilleure amie pour la vie et le monstre le plus gentil qui soit, mais elle fait parfois des choix étranges. Mais bon. J'ai remarqué quil était vraiment nerveux (mais quel humain entouré de loups-garous ne le serait pas)... Jusqu'à ce que Clawd commence à parler de football. Ensuite, ils ont eu l'air de bien s'entendre. Je crois que ce garçon intéresse vraiment Draculaura.

6 septembre

Je sais que la plupart des monstres n'ont pas le goût de retourner à l'école, mais pas moi. Je veux apprendre le plus possible pour être bien préparée le jour où je commencerai à bâtir mon empire de la mode. Même si ce n'est que pour pouvoir quitter la tanière et trouver un endroit pour moi toute seule où je n'aurai pas à partager quoi que ce soit avec mes frères et soeurs. Oh, non! Je crois que je sens Howleen sous la douche! Pourquoi je ne suis pas un loup unique?

Infos Personelles

Nom: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15 ans

Parents monstres: Le Loup-garou

Look d'enfer: J'adore vraiment la mode et j'ai une grande confiance en moi. Je suis également ravissante, redoutable et d'une grande loyauté envers mes amis.

Particularité: Mes cheveux sont diques d'une pub de shampooing... Le problème c'est qu'ils poussent aussi sur mes jambes. L'emploi d'une pince à épiler et d'un rasoir constitue définitivement un travail à temps plein, wais dest ou petit prix à paver pour paraître effroyablement fabuleuse.

Animal de compagnie: Crescent, un petit chaton affreusement miguon qui a autant de duvet que moi.

Activité préférée: Magasiner et flirter avec les garçons!

Ce que je déteste le plus: Je déteste avoir autant de frères et soeurs à l'école en même temps. Ils sont Tannants, embarrassants et savent exactement convient viénerver. Oh j'allais aublier...et Cleo de Nile.

Matière préférée à l'école : L'économie. J'aimerais avoir mon propre empire de la mode un jour, alors je veux en apprendre autant sur les affaires que j’en connais sur la mode l’étudier

Matière que aime le moins L'éducation physique. C'est juste parce que je v'ai pas le droit de mettre mes chaussures à plate-forme.

Couleur préférée : Or - C'est bien la seule chose sur laquelle Cleo de Nile et moi sommes d'accord.

Nourriture preférée Un steak... saiguant.

Amis pour la vie: Frankie Stein et Draculaura

[neuroprincess]

His Favorite Person - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: The moms are going through a difficult time with LuLu's first teeth and a hero comes to the rescue.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: Well, some realistic motherhood, it's not all flowers. Also, FRIENDSHIP GOALS

Word count: +2100

Unrevised 

Six months went by in the blink of an eye and with it many challenges of first-time motherhood, the moms could barely breathe properly until the month mark, Luca is very smart and, despite his strong personality, didn't give as much trouble as expected. The redhead is in love with those squeezable cheeks and chubby little doll hands, the loud giggles are the highlight of her days, as well as Y/N's. But the relief and sense of stability has gone as quickly as it arrived, one day the baby is all smiles trying pasta, the next so fussy that getting him to eat becomes a mission impossible. So a week goes by that they would describe as hellish, not only because of the problems with feeding and the understandable irritability due to teething, but also because of the suffering shared with all the pain the boy is going through with the new phase, gums tearing and keeping him awake all night mumbling and feverish, causing general concern. On Friday, they're not sure whether or not to host the weekly couples' dinner; before it can be cancelled, Barb and her husband appear at the door with a pan in hand, worried looks on their faces followed by muffled laughter. At work, Melissa had already been seen with bite marks and obvious signs of not sleeping, the woman just didn't imagine it would be chaotic to the point of leaving her, literally, dishevelled.  

"Where's my handsome little boy?" she greets LuLu excitedly and reaches out to take him from the younger's tired arms "What happened to make you cry, my dear?" and wipes the tears drying on his rosy little face, immediately noticing the high temperature "Poor thing..."  

"Sorry about our condition, I was going to call you to cancel, but we were trying to get the fever down and completely forgot." the teacher whispers, staring at the scene in amazement, the moment her son clings to the friend he stops crying immediately, doesn't seem to be the same little monster who defeated her in exhaustion minutes before "What a sly one! Do you see that?!" she points out indignantly. 

"Well, it's not my fault I'm the favorite." Barbara jokes and walks past them into the house, unsurprised to see a dozen toys scattered around the living room, the kitchen a complete mess, dirty dishes in the sink, open packets and cubes of frozen fruit on the counter, a doctor's recommendation for relief "Kid, was that all you?!"  

"He's a Schemmenti." Gerald jokes, following along, leaving the pie on the nearest surface "How many hours did you sleep today?"  

"Maybe three... or four." the timetables jumble in Y/N's head, she can't remember what time they went to sleep or how many times she woke up in the middle of the night.  

"And it's been the longest night's sleep so far," adds the other, rubbing her eyes.  

"You're clearly not well, why don't you try having a decent bath and getting some sleep while we take care of everything?" he offers, starting to gather up teddy bears and small cars on the carpet.  

Surprised and grateful, the couple exchange glances at this generous offer; the idea of being able to take a bath for more than five minutes, plus a little rest, is tempting, but they are reluctant to let them deal with it instead.  

"Go on, get some rest!" the man insists, shooing them away with a hand wave "We'll take care of everything." 

"Are you sure?" Melissa asks with concern, it seems like a lot to do or maybe she's mentally overloaded to the point where doesn't want someone else to do something she considers an exclusive responsibility "I mean..."  

"Don't be stubborn." Barb interrupts her and goes into the kitchen, putting Luca in the highchair, he doesn't even grumble about not being on lap "Take advantage of our presence until he gets sick of us, this phase is terrible." 

The redhead raises her hands in surrender and Y/N exhales satisfied, tired to the bone, nursing a baby full time takes a lot of time, energy and attention, she can hardly imagine the state of her wife who works all day at school and still tries to give the same support as best she can.  

Looking at Luca, who is calmly sitting down and taking the previously rejected piece of fruit into mouth, Melissa finally gives in.  

"All right, but please call us if anything happens."  

Everything goes very quickly and on autopilot. Before they realise it, the pair find themselves under the shower's hot water, washing each other's hair and sharing non-sexual cuddles, satisfying their longing for quality time together. Motherhood is deep, rewarding and valuable for both, a priority that has guided the small family's decisions and routine, little by little intimacy has been put aside amid the daily demands. They don't blame anyone or anything but the circumstances, they've read that it could happen at a certain point, all the nuances it would bring and they haven't forgotten their promise to stay together, to say "I love you", all the possible clichés to get through the storm without shaking marriage.  

The teacher couldn't hold back a moan on entering the room, every muscle relaxed and the tension drained away, there was a calming sensation, she felt refreshed from the tip of the toe to the last strand of hair. Y/N can say the same, she never thought that a simple shower could feel like a full SPA, even with a massage, she barely lays down on the bed properly and already feels soft hands rubbing damp skin. There are soft smiles, some mischievous, strong fingers squeezing sensitive spots that manage to elicit the happiest sighs, occasionally there are teasing touches and loving bites.  

"Years of relationship and still doves in love." they are surprised by Barbara's sudden appearance, they didn't hear her push the door slightly open "I've brought dinner and some tea."  

She lifts the tray with caprese chicken sandwiches, pieces of pie, red fruit and camomile tea, would offer whisky if it wasn't for breastfeeding, she knows they deserve it when they go through the chaotic teething process, the girls were relatively calm and yet almost destroyed the house when they got their first set of tiny sharp teeth.  

"Get fed and try to rest for a few hours." she put it between the couple "Let's do the same with the little one, he's already struggling to keep eyes open. You deserve a decent night's sleep."  

"So true, I look like a different person now, imagine when I finally get some sleep." the redhead jokes before taking a generous bite of bread, her last meal having been lunch "Delicious!"  

"Did LuLu give you and Gerald much trouble?" the younger smiles fearfully and sips the hot liquid "No crying, no grumbling, no breaking things, maybe we're in a dream."  

"No, he was a little angel... except with Gerard when he tried to give him a piece of cut mango, I'm pretty sure he was trying not to bite him." she confesses the last part in a whisper, they laugh well aware of the implication "He's jealousy incarnate."  

Melissa tosses her hair to side, her expression proud, needless to say he inherited it from her and everyone knows it.  

"Mel once threatened to bite someone." she adds, explaining her friend.  

"And I did." she says even more proudly, the person deserved it.  

"Unbelievable!"  

After all, Y/N still finds herself amazed by her adventures and oddities, she knows half of the stories from others, as the woman hardly ever brags about her achievements. Conversation doesn't last long, minutes later Gerald appears too, Luca agitated in his arms and ready to attack anyone who annoys him, just push at the edge a little. The youngest mother mentions getting up to intervene, only to be stopped by a sign from Barb, who picks him up without a second thought.  

"No, you need a bit of time to yourselves." she reinforces and sets the boy on his feet, kissing the cheeks, leaving a lot of lipstick marks "Today we're going to give them a break, aren't we, cutie?!" 

As if he knew what the topic was, he tries to answer in babbles, all the adults smile at such cuteness. Within seconds he is no longer irritated, an effect that only the one and only Barbara Howard has. She strokes the coppery hair, making him close the eyes immediately, an adorable giggle as he snuggles into her chest, little legs wiggling with joy.  

"I'm starting to be offended by this more than obvious preference."  

"I never tire of saying it, it's not my fault that I'm his favorite person." she shrugs and stands up, stroking the baby's back over the newly laid pyjamas, she inhales the sweet smell, delighting at the contact, her daughters are grown up now and the times when she could lovingly hold them all the time without protest are gone "LuLu and I will see you tomorrow." 

She bends him over so that the mums can kiss him goodbye, but by this point Luca is already unconscious, losing the long and stubborn battle against sleep.  

"Sorry, I'm going to have to say it, I LOVE YOU BARB!" Y/N sighs in pleasure and gives a grateful kiss, then throws herself against the mattress, clinging to the soft blankets "Nothing can convince me that it's not a dream."  

"She needed it too, badly." Melissa reflects and moves closer to the friend, stroking her son's face affectionately "I really appreciate and am very grateful for what you're doing for us, being a mother has been intense and unexpected, we're lucky to have a support like you and Gerald, it's something I never expected in my life. The only reason I'm probably not crying right now is because tiredness overcomes even the tears." she jokes, wrapping her in a tight hug between loving smiles. 

"There's nothing to be thankful for, I love our little prince and that's what friends do."  

The door closes, Howard takes him to the nursery and they wait for a cry or any negative reaction, but the only noises to be heard are footsteps echoing down the corridor and the man humming while doing the housework. They smirk, silence has never been more appreciated than at this moment. The teacher lies down next to her wife, hands running along her robe-covered waist, fingertips brushing exposed skin, mouth meeting the back of neck, leaving a lingering kiss, the younger laughs, turning so that they are face to face, then leans in to bring their lips together.  

"I think we should kidnap Barb." Y/N proposes with a grain of truth.  

"We need to do that, cara mia! I'll take her down and you tie her up, deal?" 

"Deal! But what about Gerald?" she jokes.  

"He can survive without her, we can't."  

"I can't believe we're going to sleep properly, I'm so excited that sleep has fled." she confesses eventually, feeling a new wave of energy coming from nowhere "It's so strange not having anything to do."  

"That's because you're overwhelmed, principessa." Melissa props herself up on elbows so that she's partially seated, the hand that rests on the waist wanders down her curvaceous body and stops at the face she loves so much to see when waking up, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear "But we have this evening to ourselves. God, they're being real heroes today."  

"Yes! I swear that when she took LuLu in the arms I saw her in costume and cape for a millisecond."  

"And he simply stopped crying, it's like she has superpowers."  

"Or she's just his favorite person... in the whole world." Y/N leans over and kisses her, a consolation prize for what she's going to say next "I'm sorry, darling, but that's the truth. You've lost your place to Barb."  

"At least I'm still your favorite?" the redhead makes those abandoned puppy dog eyes, feigning sadness.  

"Always, hottest biter in the world."  

The lights are switched off, they move closer in the soothing darkness and cuddle affectionately, wrapped in the comfort of being in the arms of the one they love. Sleep gradually comes, accompanied by the previous worries about Luca, if he's managed to eat properly, if he's hydrated enough, or if he's lain down in the right position.  

"I can hear your thoughts, Mel."  

"I'm sorry, amore mio." she whispers, a little thoughtfully. Despite her religious upbringing, she's not a fan of most traditions, so baptism hasn't crossed her mind until now, as she watches her best friend and confidant win over her son with her mere presence, creating a beautiful bond "What do you think about inviting Barb to be LuLu's godmother?"  

"Perfect! We couldn't find anyone better than her."

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♡ -- hello hello ! you can call me either blaine or april and if you've found yourself here, then it appears as if you've stumbled across my blog with an emphasis on fandoms! pop culture actively consumes my heart and you can check out some of my favorites below ! i'm an avid doll collector, and have a collection ranging from monster high (gens 1 + 3), american girl, bratz, and barbie ! with that being said, i've decided to hybridize this account by featuring my doll collection in addition to the writing and daily shitposts (creating a digital footprint so irredeemable). i'm also heavily invested in true crime, reptiles (alligators are da best) disturbing histories, and all things gore. on the best note, i have taken up writing once more and aim to produce a respectable consistency that i can be satisfied with. i absolutely adore meeting like-minded people and extend an olive branch of friendship- i promise i don't bite, and am (mostly) kind and helpful when need be. don't hesitate to message or send me asks ! although i cannot promise to be responsive and active at every waking moment as my life would never allow for it, i'll try my best !

INTERESTS ;

★ pokémon

★ the hunger games trilogy

★ the ballad of songbirds and snakes

★ britney spears

★ teenage mutant ninja turtles (all versions, 2012 is my favorite)

★ monster high (gens 1 and 3)

★ american girl

★ true crime

★ the boys

★ tom blyth

★ antony starr

★ alyssa milano

★ y2k

★ gore

★ horror

★ glee

★ naya rivera

★ the walking dead

★ charmed

★ bratz

★ barbie

★ winx club

★ american horror story

★ deftones

★ alligators

★ new orleans

♡ -- yes, i'm concious of the fact that exactly no-one is in demand for this but frankly, i couldn't be fucked so here's my pokémon team below !

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Helena's Nightmare

Woops I had a bad dream and my way of coping with it was to tie it back to one of my BG3 characters, so have a fanfic that I spent the whole morning writing

It's on AO3 too

Summary: Helena, an asexual tiefling rogue who has recently found herself in a new relationship with Astarion, wakes up from a horrible nightmare and seeks comfort.

Helena's dream started as most subconscious affairs do: a mix of her present life running around with her newfound party in camp and through the wilderness along with memories of her causing childish chaos in the streets of the Lower City. Her settings and appearance changed at the drop of a hat and without reason, and still there was nothing memorable to be described, as is the case with most dreams. Though it seemed strange in retrospect, she slept quite soundly.

That was until she ran through a guard’s gate in the city and found herself trapped at a dead end. High walls surrounded her that seemed to only climb higher and higher. When she turned around, a Steel Watcher blocked her only means of escape, and instead of being her strong, dexterous adult self, her body shifted back to the form of that scared, starving child she once was. She was backed into a corner by the watcher who's head now shifted to be an executioner's mask, and whose arms shifted from that cold, unfeeling metal to the arms of a brutish ogre.

No, not again she thought. Helena had a flashback to the one time she had been in serious trouble as a kid. She had always been an agent of chaos, but never anything dangerous. It was all in good fun and to be able to eat, not to harm anyone, yet there had been one day that a guard had cornered her and taken her by her scrawny arm, picked her up by her wrist in their large grasp and dangled her like a rag doll. The guard - possibly an orc or something even bigger, Helena never saw their face through the helmet they wore - laughed as they swung her around, pulling her arm out of its socket with every swing and squeezing her wrist with such force that it shattered the bone into what felt like a million pieces.

She began to panic at the memory of it all and her heart began beating out of her chest, yet she couldn't move as the monstrosity came closer and closer. Her back was pressed against the cold wall. Soon, the steel watcher hybrid grabbed that same wrist that had been destroyed all those years ago and picked Helena up as if she were a toy. Helena couldn't fight, not in this dream, but she could try to disassociate from her body and keep her mind safe until she woke. She closed her eyes and imagined herself still standing in that same spot she had been in against the stone wall, still and safe as the terrifying guard carried a body that wasn't her own off into the city, held up by a thin, blue arm. The monster immediately threw the frail body around as if it had never had any kind of soul with the sounds of her own, childish screams ringing in her ears.

Watching her own body being thrown against walls and waved around like an old, dusty rag did nothing to bring her peace. She turned her gaze away from the abomination, yet she couldn't distract her mind from all the terrifying, intrusive thoughts. The scene shifted, and now she was standing in an abandoned house in a blighted village watching a group of ogres rip apart a tiefling's body. The three laughed as they pulled a leg here and an arm there, taking big, savage bites out of the tiefling’s flesh. The leader of the trio was the same robotic monstrosity that had just captured her. Its silver body reflected the bright sunlight into Helena’s eyes as its large, green arms partook in the devilish, savage feast, tearing limbs from the body with such ease and scarfing them down like a cheap tavern meal. The mouth that appeared from under the executioner’s mask was grotesque. It contained huge, sharp teeth that didn’t seem like they should reside in the same mouth, as if someone took a jar from a dentist’s office and made a crude attempt at what an ogre’s mouth should look like. Each bite of meat came with a horrible ripping sound, making Helena want to scream just to drown out the awful noise.

She couldn’t though.

Her throat was closed and her eyes were forced wide upon to watch the cruel, gorey scene. Then her gaze shifted down to the tiefling’s lifeless body, or what remained of it, and instead of seeing a red stranger like she had in reality, the blue body being pulled apart like a rotisserie chicken was none other than her own. Though she stood as an observer, she could feel every pull and tear, the lifeless eyes of what remained of her corpse looking back at her and filling her with utter dread. She was frozen in fear and terror, yet was trapped watching a nightmare play out in front of her eyes.

That was until she managed to open her eyes back in reality and view her darkened tent.

It was still the middle of the night, and the darkness did nothing to calm her down from the atrocities her subconscious just forced her to witness. Though she had darkvision, the ominous feeling of the shadows and the monstrosities that could be lurking outside her tent or even in the corners of it had always been something that scared her. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as her eyes darted around the space, searching for any kind of threat. She didn't sit up to investigate. Her legs and arms instinctively moved closer to her as a reminder that she was still intact, squeezing each limb to make sure it was still there and in fine condition. She curled into a ball, trying to calm the fear in her heart, but it wasn't working. Instead, her quick breaths began to stutter and move closer to dry sobs. All she could think of was her bones being shattered and her ligaments being snapped, and it was all she could do not to scream.

In the midst of her terror, he had forgotten someone else had been sharing her tent: Astarion. He had been roused from his trance by Helena's rapid breathing and bit of crying. He sat up and leaned over her, trying to get a look at her face. "Darling?"

Her glowing blue eyes darted to his red ones that shined in the darkness. Helena stared at him with a wide-eyed, frightened expression that shot a pang through Astarion's heart. He sat up a bit more and moved to gently move the hair away from her face and stroke a finger down her cheek. "Are you alright? What is it?"

Helena had no words, but Astarion's gentle touch grounded her back into reality somewhat. Like a scared child, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his stomach. She held him close with a tight grip while her legs curled up tighter to her chest. Her hitching breath was still short and quick, though having someone there to hold helped her to regain some sense of control and safety. Astarion had been taken aback by the sudden hug, though it wasn't unwelcome. He couldn’t recall anytime Helena - or anyone for that matter - had held him like this. She was normally so strong and sarcastic, like him in many ways. To see her in this terrified state hurt his heart.

His relationship with the rogue was still somewhat new to him, and Helena's lack of interest in physical intimacy outside of his own desires meant that a hug like this was still somewhat foreign between the two of them. Helena was there to serve him and his physical desires if he wished for it, only asking for his time and delightful conversation in return. It was a strange love affair he had found himself in, yet it was refreshing. To be able to control the pace of what he was expected to give had felt so intimidating at first, yet was now quite empowering.

This current situation was still very unusual for the vampire, and not only in regards to the intimate aspect. To be the one comforting someone after a nightmare versus being the one that needed comfort brought a strong sense of protection over Astarion. He could never recall a time when it wasn’t him that needed someone to hold him after waking up in that accursed palace. Gods know that he's had more nights than he can count where he’s woken up with that same terrified expression as Helena, searching the darkness for the looming threat that Cazador had always imposed. Now, in this quiet moment, he could finally give someone he cared for the comfort he had craved all those years.

His hand wandered to Helena's head and began to stroke her long hair. He made a gentle shushing noise and whispered to her, "it's alright now, my sweet. You are safe. I will keep you safe, I swear." His other hand went to Helena's shoulder where he gave her a gentle yet affirming squeeze to help ground her back into the present. She was here, she was safe, and she was in the arms of someone that cared deeply for her.

Her breathing finally began to calm down, though the sobs hadn't left. Instead of being from fear and panic now, they turned into cries of catharsis as she let tears begin to fall. Had she ever allowed herself to process that incident all those years ago? She never had anyone to comfort her like this. In all those times she cried, it had always been alone and in a corner, in that same fetal position she found herself in after waking up from the nightmare. Her arm had healed to be mostly fine, but her mind never had the chance.

Astarion continued to gently pet her head as he gazed upon her face. He moved his hand to tuck another strand of hair behind Helena’s ear, looking upon her vulnerable expression. How many times had he wanted to cry like this? He had lost count over the centuries. There were so many terrible memories that haunted his dreams, yet despite his usual loathing when remembering how no one was there for him - how the gods had abandoned him and how the heroes never came - he saw himself in Helena in this very moment. Comforting her here in the present was, in a way, comforting the poor man in the kennel, that dark tomb, or even that accursed bedroom where so many terrible memories resided as well.

After a few minutes of letting her fears out through tears, the sobs finally began to cease. Helena's vision began to clear, but instead of sitting up and releasing her grip on the vampire, she stayed exactly where she was. Though Astarion wasn't warm, the firmness of her face against his torso and his delicate, tender touch upon her head was so intimate that she was afraid of it ending. She wanted to stay there for as long as she could and savor that gentle touch for as long as Astarion would let her. Helena was not a physically affectionate person normally, so this craving to be close and be held was just as foreign to her as it was to Astarion, and yet it felt so natural and comforting. When they had confessed to one another, she had shared her thoughts with him through the tadpole, leaving Astarion to take the lead in holding her hand with that sweet, gentle touch of his that sent shivers up her arm.

In the couple of weeks since then, the most the two had touched was holding hands or an affectionate kiss initiated by the vampire. They had slept together back at the tiefling party, but that had been in a completely different headspace. Astarion had wanted a protector, and Helena wanted to be close to him in whatever way he wanted. She enjoyed Astarion’s company immensely, and making love was nothing sacred to her. It was something he had wanted, and she was happy to assist if it meant getting to be close to him. Now that their vulnerabilities were out in the open though, every touch had so much more weight to it. In this moment with her arms around his waist, there was a new sensation that both of them were reveling in. This is what felt like true intimacy. A gentle pet, a firm hold, and a warmth in each of their glowing eyes as they looked at one another.

Helena finally regained some composure and could use her words. "Thank you…” she moved one hand to wipe her eyes with her palm, her grip around Astarion’s waist loosening just a touch. She felt somewhat embarrassed now that she felt more like herself and hid her blushing face in his torso once again. “Sorry about all that,” she said meekly. “A bad dream, that's all." Astarion cupped her jaw and brought Helena's face to meet his gaze gently. The smile he gave her was full of such affection that her heart skipped a beat. "You have nothing to be sorry for, my darling."

They sat there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes as the touch along Helena's jaw sent an electrifyingly cold yet burning sensation down her neck and to her toes. Her blush grew a darker blue along her cheeks, though this time she did not move to hide it. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "may I have a kiss?"

Astarion was taken aback for a moment. Helena always reciprocated his kisses, though she had not initiated a single one of them so far. It was a pleasant surprise.

With a warm smile, he whispered, "of course, my love." Helena sat up and let Astarion lead her face towards his as he placed a tender, affectionate kiss upon her lips.

After a long moment, Astarion pulled only an inch away and said, "you need your sleep, my love. Do you think you can manage that?" His breath was pleasantly cool on Helena’s tear-streaked face.

"Would you mind holding me a bit longer…?" Helena asked somewhat sheepishly, the longing in her eyes for a protective embrace being very apparent. His protective instinct kicked in once more as he gave his tiefling a soft kiss on her forehead and a gentle smile. "Whatever you need, my sweet."

Astarion lay down next to Helena, wrapping his arm under her shoulders and pulling her head to his chest. His hand found her way back into her hair, and the other wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. Helena nuzzled into him, one arm close to her chest and the other wrapped around Astarion's waist, pulling his lack of warmth even closer. There, in this embrace of theirs, the two felt their hearts grow warm at the shared intimacy and drifted off into a sweet, dreamless sleep. Even the rising sun couldn't lull them from the most comforting slumber either of them have had in a very long time. 

[sorchamidnite]

|| The Vow ||

"Hello, Sorcha."

These conversations are not like they used to be.

Before she left, it was her and him, Father of the Year and Daddy's Little Monster, in an anonymous, cosy, very masculine flat that nobody outside the family knew was his. Now it's this cold, cavernous space two floors up on the east wing, all high windows and echoes, with the desk and the sofas and the rug all clustered around a central pillar and feeling small and out of place and overwhelmed.

"Hey, da," she sing-songs, and plops herself onto the edge of his desk. "What's occurrin'?"

"I've had a letter. From your young man in Los Angeles. This the one who came up Whitsun time, last year?" Alistair taps his fingers on the paper on the desk - cream paper, red leather, deep glossy teak, thud thud thud. Under that hatchet gaze Sorcha's lower lip finds itself under her teeth - it's a bite she'd play up in public, eroticise for the greater good (and it's funny), but in here there's no audience to play to and it's all nerves, honest as she ever gets.

"Awright," she says, filling for time. "Cute that he's written tae you. What's he - "

"He says you've learned how tae break the bond," says Alistair, without fuss. "That somethin' in that new-school hoodoo you do can shake someone free, if they want it. That you did it for some bird I've never met."

Lip bite. Lip bite. Nod. Nod. It's tugging at her heart - the cast-iron cinder-black grave-cold links of it locking Sorcha to this old man she loves so much and can't survive without and owes everything to and just wants to be good for, so badly - and her heart tugs back, her head weighing in, remembering blue eyes and a wide smile and hungry, hungry kisses and calloused hands softly stroking her back until the dawn came -

"He wants you tae do it tae yourself. Says you can stand on your own two feet now. You don't need this from me. You just... want it."

"It's easier," Sorcha blurts. "You know what I'm like. Anyone who's anyone could say drink and I'd be gone again. If it's you I know you won't make me do anythin' I wouldnae do of my own free will anyways. If it's you I'm safe."

"Sorcha," says her father, softer now, softer than he's accustomed to speaking to anyone. "You know I never wanted this for you, ah? I never wanted you tae be anyone's..." he waves a hand, nondescript, the silence filling in with doll or floozy or slave or any one of a dozen things. "Not even mine. It was fine when it was helpin' you. You had tae look like one of us, an' they all expected you tae be like that if I'd made you... but if you don't need it, I don't want tae - I won't be that tae you, Sorcha. I won't control you. I want loyalty given, an exchange of value, not this..."

"I am loyal!" It spills out of her in a whine. "Don't you think I love you? Don't you know I would never go agin you again, not after all that happened last time? I've learned! I've come back! This is where I belong, and you should never hae sent me away in the first place, not ever - "

"Prove it," says Alistair. There it is. Steel under velvet. Locked tight around the chain. "Prove it. Show me you love me without being made tae. Show me where your loyalties lie by choice. Show me this backslide is worth it. Break the chain."

The chain that twists around her heart. Ties it up in a bow. Tugs the same way - says without him you can have him - no, he never would. Says you can be yours. You don't have to belong to either of them. You can love them because you love them. He wants you to. Don't you want to do what he wants? Don't you want to be a good girl for your da?

Lip bite. Blood wells. Nod. Nod.

Sorcha swallows. She's going to need every drop.

"All right," she says. "I'll try it. But I'm gonnae need some stuff from you."

[justagaycryptid]

The new Monster High designs are cute but they feel just like really... sanitized? If that makes sense? Like, they’ve got no bite to them, no edge. And not to be a stickler for ‘oh grr it was better in the olden days’ since I recognize that me being an adult means that this is not aimed towards me, but part of the reason the original monster high dolls were so unique was because they were dark and had edgy fashion and weren’t overly cutesy like everything aimed towards girls is. 

That said I love everything about Frankie, they are perfect and I refuse to hear a bad word about them (/lh) and Draculaura’s cute. I like the half and half look for her hair, I really like the shape of her eyes/eyeliner, and her big sunhat but I wish her outfit had more of a Victorian feel to it. And I will never understand the witchcraft thing. New reboot really said Casta Fierce? Never heard of her. I like how Cleo’s skintone is darker since she is Egyptian, and the gold eyes are cool and give her a more unnatural feel since she’s, y’know, supposed to be a monster. I don’t have any strong opinions about Deuce but I do like the snakeskin jacket and his painted nails. But I will always be so mad that they broke him and Cleo up and are trying to pair him with Clawdeen. Like I know Clawdeen was only confirmed a lesbian by a comment from the creator on Instagram but god fucking dammit Mattel. We’re not talking about Heath. And I’m sorry but I don’t really like what they did with Clawdeen although I do like the dog nose. Though I think that mostly has to do with me having the og version of her as my favorite character when I was younger so I will always be partial to that depiction of her. Also the half human thing they did with her... I’m really sorry but I don’t like it since like... werewolves are kinda already like that. Like, y’know human by day beast by night. But I dunno. And then with Lagoona... I’ve got mixed feelings about her. With her being from a Mayan civilization, I actually do think that the pink skintone works really well for her since it reminds me of a pink river dolphin but I think the change from original Lagoona to new Lagoona is pretty jarring which might be why a lot of people don’t like her. Though I will admit she is incredibly cute. I actually do like Torelai though her forehead is kinda big and I don’t like the implications of her description given what happens in the movie regarding Clawdeen being half human. Very icky. I also do not have any strong opinions about Bloodgood though I think her design is actually an improvement over how she originally looked mainly because I really love her new hair and all the horseshoes.

 But honestly I’m just really sad about the loss of edgy goth fashion here. And the fashion is just lowkey really boring since it’s basically just normal clothes. Like the whole point of the original was giving them crazy, edgy alt fashion and now they’re just kinda bland. 

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Billy-bear || B.W.

pairing: big brother!Bill Weasley x little sister!reader

summary: A summer day in life of the Weasley brothers' little sister.

word count: 944

warnings: mention of food and eating

tags: @izzyyy-1 ; @amourtentiaa ; @dumb-bea ; @slytherclawbitch ; @famdomhideout ; @mollenniumfalcon ; @bamboozledflamplant ; @wooziuji ;

It was nearing 11 am and you’ve been awake for long at that time. Charlie was hiding out in the shade behind the garage, reading something new about dragons you couldn’t wait for him to tell you about. Percy has holed himself up in his room doing boring, Percy things. Fred and George had gone to the village and refused to take you with them, while Ron wouldn’t play with you after you’ve beaten him in chess the previous evening. Bill - was still in bed.

You ran up the stairs giddily, stopping in front of his door. The door creaked quietly as you opened it narrowly at first, to check whether he was still truly asleep. He was, with his long hair in disarray, in a mess of pillows and sheets.

You jumped up onto his bed, sitting on your legs, but he still didn’t seem to have woken up. “Billy, wake up..!” you whisper-yelled, shaking his arm gently, “it’s so late already! He inhaled deeply, waking up, making a smile appear on your face. “Is it, now?” he muttered and went to tickle you, but you jumped off the bed swiftly with a giggle. “Get up!” you urged him again, standing by the door. “I am, I am…” he replied, rubbing his face. “I’m giving you two minutes!” “Start counting then, meerkat,” he said, and you ran downstairs into the kitchen to wait for him, eager to spend some time with Billy-bear on a beautiful, summer day like that one.

You sat by the window, looking out at the pond. You saw Fred and George coming back and you knew they were up to something because Fred was looking around the yard and George, carrying a fully-filled backpack. You sat, unbothered because you knew that mum was cleaning up the bathroom upstairs.

You had forgotten about keeping track of Bill’s two minutes by the time he arrived in the kitchen, dressed. You turned around in your seat to face him because you liked watching Bill do magic - and he was about to, in the process of fixing himself some breakfast.

Mum hated the boys sleeping in, but for a while now she’d given up trying to drag them out of beds by herself or threatening them to do so. The policy was - get up before 10, to get breakfast - fail to do so, and make it for yourself.

“What will you be doing today, Billy?” you asked with curiosity, handing him an apple - which he, without acknowledging, sliced into bite-sized pieces for you with a flick of a wand, before you both sat down by the table.

“Dunno, meerkat. What do you wanna do?” Bill asked.

“Whatever you’ll be doing,” you replied, crushing an apple piece between your teeth. “Of course,” he said with a smile, before shooting a glare towards Fred and George, who were trying to sneak through the house and into their room.

And it seemed that they succeeded, because mum walked downstairs without yelling at them. “Oh, you’re finally up,” she said disapprovingly to Bill. “Good morning to you too, mum,” he said to her, and she tutted. “Had to,” he added, glancing at you.

Bill took you on a walk to the lake by the grove in Ottery St. Catchpole. You observed the fish, sitting on a rock above the water. You met the dog, that belonged to a man from the village, but would always seem to be out and about. On the way back, you convinced Bill to carry you on his shoulders.

You loved riding on his shoulders because Billy was the tallest man in the world. The view from up there was the best, and long before you reached the Burrow you could see Charlie struggling to find a new hiding spot that would stay in shade, as it was nearing noon.

The afternoon was nice - Bill fixed the swing that used to hang on the tree behind the house, then made you swing really high up. You played with your dolls and building blocks on his bedroom floor while he was reading his favourite comic books - which you found very boring.

It was after your bathtime, that you asked mummy if Bill could tell you a bedtime story instead of her - so you waited patiently in your bed, covered with a blanket.

You liked Billy’s bedtime stories, and you loved this one too - it was about a wizard adventurer, discovering an ancient lost city and fighting the monsters to get the treasure.

“And what’d he do with the gold?” you asked with fascination. “Bought himself a great, big house. And lots of sweets, I’d bet,” Bill replied, playfully pinching you on the side. “Are you going to buy yourself a house, too, now?” you asked, more seriously. “It’ll be a while before I can afford my own house, Y/N/N,” Bill said with a chuckle. “But I will buy you chocolate, I can promise you that,” he added.

“I don’t need chocolate,” you said, frowning a bit, and Bill’s face turned worried. “I don’t want you to move out.”

“C’mere, now,” Bill said to you and you sat up, being pulled into a bear-hug. “You know I love you, right?... I’m not going away forever- I’ll be staying over every once in a while! Besides, when you get older, before you know it, you’ll get sick of me-” “No I won’t!” you interrupted, as tears rolled down your little cheeks. “Okay, I hope you don’t,” he continued with a smile, “You’ll be okay, meerkat. The rest of the bunch will keep you busy and before you know, I’ll be visiting.” “Promise?” “Promise.”

[mindofasupernova]

The Inventor Part 3

Kaz Brekker x reader

Description: A killer is on the loose, eliminating Kaz's informants. In a desperate attempt, Kaz meets a certain inventor that has his mind racing, trying to figure out the complex puzzle she is.

When the news of a murder in Von Raske's autumn ball reached Kaz's ears, his breath froze, an icy hand tightening his grip on his heart. Lord Von Raske was a close acquaintance of the Grand Duke Y/LN, fear invaded his mind, a single statement playing on repeat like a broken melody: Y/N had been there.

Dirtyhands had immediately sent Inej to check up on Y/N while he tried to distract himself by finishing paperwork. Two weeks had passed since their secret rendezvous, two weeks since Y/N had given him the list of components that created the poison and in those two weeks, he hadn't contacted her.

The next morning, he and his crows had spent the whole day making inquiries about possible buyers and indentured Grisha acquiring an excessive amount of alloys. No luck. No one knew anything. The only thing he had gotten were another two corpses with the same symptoms.

He had refused to call Y/N despite the little voice in the back of his mind telling him to bring the brilliant inventor, who would surely enjoy an excuse to abandon her royal life for a few hours. Even when there were no new bodies, these whispers urged him to arrange another meeting so he could just hear her chatter about dissections methods as if she were talking about the weather. Kaz shook his head, tossed his treacherous thoughts into a vault in the back of his mind while scolding himself for wanting the company of someone he barely knew.

Kaz thoughts kept drifting back to the inventor, too worried for her safety that he failed to notice Inej's presence in his office until she quietly spoke.

"She's alright, Kaz, but she believes these murders aren't just an act of vengeance against the Dregs. She wants to meet again to share her theories." Kaz glanced up, evaluating Inej words.

If it weren't for the tragedy at the ball, he would have kept thinking some other gang wanted to initiate a war against the Dregs, but now he was sure this was deeper than a petty quarrel.

Kaz nodded, analyzing the spy's face. Eyes dropping down to Inej's hands, she wore what looked liked to be a set of thin brass knuckles, two rings adjusting at her pinkies and index fingers that joined a smooth metal band facing her palm. Before Kaz could open his mouth, Inej answered his unspoken question.

"Y/N made them for me. She told me she'd noticed my chipped nails and slightly blistered hands from climbing flat buildings. She fabricated these, they work as some type of magnet, using the force of momentum and creating friction on plain surfaces." Inej's gentle voice explained, an endearing look as she stared at her knuckles.

"She gave me some truffles to bring back to the club, she thought Nina might like them."

He hadn't failed to notice Inej's troubled expression when he had ordered her to go to the Y/LN Manor. Whether he wanted it or not, the brilliant royal was worming her way into his Crows' hearts.

Kaz hummed in response, "We are meeting tomorrow at 9 in the morning, I'll tell Jesper to deliver a note."

"I'll do it right now. I want to try these." Inej gestured at the brass knuckles and without a word slipped out the window.

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Y/N

"Need a ride, doll?" Mr. Fahey called out, opening the hansom's door, inviting Y/N to hop inside.

Yesterday, Inej had silently returned to her room, bearing Kaz's news about the meeting. Y/N's heart thrummed excitedly in her chest, the notion of seeing the Crows again lighted up her day.

Y/N had told Ms. Ghafa she'd investigated around her social circle and that they needed to pay a visit to Mercher Dupont's valet, Dupont's most trusted employee.

"Greetings and thank you, Mr. Fahey" Y/N said politely as she stepped inside, taking a seat next to the Wraith.

"Why are you so sure the valet will have the answers we are looking for? Is he related to those theories you wanted to speak of?" interrupted Kaz, always so straightforward.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Brekker. And they aren't just theories. You see, after the very unfortunate incident at the ball, I took it upon myself to investigate Mercher Dupont's whereabouts in the past two weeks."

"Whereabouts? What does that have to do with his murder?" the raven-haired boy pondered.

"Everything. Someone knew he'd be returning from his secret trip today and that he would go directly to the ball. It's quite obvious actually." Y/N said, watching the streets distractedly through the window as the carriage started moving.

"It's not obvious to me." voiced Jesper.

Y/N turned to look at her confused companions. Kaz frowned deepened when the girl turned to him, waiting for him to show he understood. When she was met with silence, the corners of her mouth tugged upwards, clearly proud she had noticed something the infamous criminal mastermind had not. Kaz didn't share her enthusiasm.

"When Mercher Dupont arrived at the ball he was jumpier than usual, eager to avoid conversation with anyone. It was clear he had traveled outside the country: his skin was tanned, constantly scratching and pulling at his sleeves covering what were likely mosquito bites. His shoe soles were stained with grass and an orange stain, probably jurda, laces had been recently cleaned but messily tied as if he had been in a rush to arrive on time. Jurda, mosquitos, and scorching sun at this time of year, we can only find those three in Novyi Zem." Y/N beamed, words tumbling out of her lips as if her life depended on them.

"Besides, my mother talked with his wife this morning. The poor woman said that weeks prior he'd raced into his hansom, disappearing for two whole weeks and when he had finally returned, he and his valet refused to tell her a thing." the inventor finished, just as the carriage stopped moving.

"Wait, I thought we were heading to Dupont's residence." Y/N interrupted, as the trio jumped down the carriage, a few blocks away from a jewelry shop.

"Tell me, Y/LN, would you like to see what we do for a living?" Kaz asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I did not come here to witness a robbery. Much less to help with your wicked schemes." Y/N retorted, a defiant raise of her head, body betraying her when she stepped out of the carriage as well.

"I thought you'd enjoy participating in illegal affairs since you seem so eager to associate with a bunch of criminals. Where's your sense of adventure?" Kaz taunted with a smug look on his face.

"I left it on the carriage and would very much like to go back to get it." returned the girl, crossing her arms and straightening her posture. "If you believe my willingness to help you indicates I relish taking things from others then, you are awfully mistaken."

"How do you know you don't like it if you've never done it?" Jesper joined in.

"There's nothing like a heist early in the morning." the sharpshooter said, twirling his guns before hiding them in his coat.

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh but followed nonetheless. Kaz Brekker will be my downfall.

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Jesper took the driver's place, dismissing the coach, being their "escape driver" as Kaz had dubbed him.

Y/N entered the shop first, a veil covering her face, and pretended to be deeply interested in some ruby rings. She was only there to watch, Kaz had assured.

A few minutes later, Kaz walked in wearing a security guard uniform, where he had managed to obtain one, Y/N had no idea. He slowly prowled to the counter, adopting his role with such grace that it stunned Y/N. When he reached the vendor, he started conversing with him as if they had known each other for years.

Every step, every gesture, every word was calculated. In another life, Mr. Brekker would have made a fine actor. A very charming and talented actor. The thought crossed Y/N's mind before she could stop it. Kaz Brekker was a dangerous man, he'd heard the horrified whispers that preceded his name, a heartless monster that terrified the streets of Ketterdam.

But now that she knew him, Y/N wasn't sure if he was as despicable as the rumors stated. He could have taken her hostage when her identity was revealed, betrayed what she had been doing in Mr. Zhang's shop in hopes of earning money, but he didn't.

Most importantly he had never doubted her abilities when he discovered she was a woman, never belittled her as many high-class men had done. In fact, she could have sworn Kaz was pleasantly surprised when she'd earnestly started the autopsy. His lips barely tugging upwards, when she handed him the list.

Y/N had also noticed how he was always covered head to toe, not a sliver of skin showing apart from his head. She had perceived the way he always avoided touches, careful of not brushing against anyone, staying away from big crowds. It made Y/N wonder why skin contact repulsed him, she wanted to figure out his enigmatic persona and discover the reason for which his heart raced.

"Fire! Fire!" with a startled jump she came back to reality, eyes landing on the blazing curtains near a thin metal drawer that was slowly melting in revealing golden necklaces.

Y/N desperately hoped this wasn't Kaz's plan, by now everyone inside was aware of the fire, quickly pushing to get to the exit. Y/N squinted her eyes at the smoke, looking for Kaz, scared he had been injured during this little stunt. But before she could call out his name, she was being pushed outside.

Y/N hurried back to hansom where Jesper and Inej were already waiting, rapidly swirling around, she almost bumped into Kaz's chest.

"That's your idea of fun?" Y/N questioned, sending a murderous glare Kaz's way, a mask to hide her relief at finding him safe and unscathed.

"Says the person who finds joy in carving corpses open." Kaz retorted, his infamous smirk widening and stepping inside the hansom, closing the door after the two girls. "But it worked, didn't it?"

Y/N turned to look at him in confusion, Kaz's smirk widening when he pulled a pendant from his coat, but it wasn't any ordinary piece, it was THE Pink Star Necklace. This necklace was the source of the hottest gossip, created by a durast master as a gift for the upcoming arrival of a Shu dignitary's daughter.

"Incentive and distraction. I knew this necklace was kept in that shop, I just didn't know where." Kaz explained proudly "The obvious instinct was rescuing the most valuable piece inside."

"That being the necklace, delivered into your waiting hands." Y/N laughed, an incredulous grin at Kaz's ingenuity.

The rumors were true, he indeed had a wonderful mind. The crime of the century without even lifting a finger. She couldn't help her smile, wondering what other tricks Kaz had under his sleeve.

"Very clever, Mr. Brekker. I'm impressed."

Kaz's smug look never faltered but his eyes softened "You've just seen the beginning."

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The valet had been lounging outside when they arrived at Dupont's residence. The three crows and the inventor approached, Kaz skipped straight to the point without waiting for pleasantries. After several unanswered questions and the valet affirming he couldn't tell where his master had disappeared to for the last couple of weeks, Kaz looked ready to bash his skull with his cane.

However, before his blood painted the white roses red and Y/N had a new body to examine, she quickly intervened.

"Does Mercher Openheilmer know of your affair with his sister?" and just like that, the valet was desperately sputtering the whole story of his life out.

Apparently, Mercher Dupont had woken him up in haste, ordered him to fetch the carriage, and to drive to Fourth Harbor as if the Devil himself chased after his soul. When they had gotten there, his master had hired a schooner and Captain Wagner's small crew to Novyi Zem apart from that, he knew nothing more.

In a quick bumpy ride, they arrived at Fourth Harbor looking for a certain Captain and his crew.

"Blackmail. Who would have thought Marchioness Y/N performed such ghastly deeds." Kaz mocked, while they walked to Wagner's petit schooner.

"Oh hush, you're just mad I didn't let you beat the valet up."

Kaz raised a hand, gesturing for all of them to be quiet. Heavy grunts and shattering glass could be heard from inside the ship. Inej drew her knives and Jesper pulled out his pistols, each one went their own way while Y/N trailed quietly behind Kaz as they entered the dark rickety schooner.

The captain's quarters were a mess, papers scattered and drawers open, someone was in a hurry. Y/N saw a shiny pistol laying on a coffee-stained desk, it was loaded, she hesitantly grasped it, adjusting her grip like he had seen Jesper do. She had never held a gun before, but any form of protection was welcome.

Swirling back around, Kaz was nowhere in sight, with uncertain steps she stepped into the adjoining room, shakily raising the gun. A burly blond-haired man, Captain Wagner, shoved clothes desperately into a suitcase, he froze and stared wide-eyed at Y/N. The man was sweating, pudgy hands shaking, ragged breaths escaping his mouth, he was terrified.

"I mean no harm, I simply wish to talk about one of your clients, Mercher Dupont." Y/N raised her hands in surrender, daintily placing the gun on the floor not wanting to scare the man further.

The captain nodded, taking a step forward, but before Y/N could utter a word, he lunged at her knife glinting in the moonlight. A surprised gasp left Y/N's lips when the man shoved her to the floor. Captain Wagner pinned her down, knife raised in a direct line to her throat. When his hand dived to meet its target, Y/N desperately raised her hands catching his grip, a poor attempt at preventing the sharp metal from sealing her fate. Wagner pushed harder, merely seconds before her blood decorated the cabin's walls, a crow's head sunk into the plane of her attacker's shoulder, eliciting a broken scream from the man, and with a swift kick to the ribs, Kaz yanked the man off of Y/N. Drawing quivering breaths, Y/N sat up and watched as Kaz pressed the hill of his boot into Wagner's injured shoulder.

"Why did you attack her and why in such a hurry? Why was Dupont so eager to leave for Novyi Zem?!" Kaz growled, rage blazing in his midnight eyes.

"P-Please, I got nothin' to do with Dupont's business," Wagner whined, a sharp cried pierced the air when Dirtyhands shattered his shoulder blade with a quick jab. Y/N tore her gaze away, when she turned to reprimand Kaz about his ways, the animalistic glare he sent her way snapped her mouth shut.

"He hired my crew to get him to Novyi Zem, paid good money if we never told anyone about his trip and the many oil barrels he'd insisted on carrying there." he whimpered, trying to free himself from Kaz's visceral grip.

"If I had known the four members of my crew would end up dead for his secrets, I would have never done it. He said his life depended on the secrecy and when I saw your little friend there I thought she was here to kill me just like Dupont. "

"What did he do with the oil barrels?"

"I don't know, Saints! He brought back a Zemeni man, though. P-P-Please, I have done nothin' wrong."

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No one spoke during their walk back to the carriage, a thick silence hung in the air accompanied by the coopery scent wafting from Kaz's blood-splattered clothes.

Y/N was the first to break the silence, "Where are we headed to?"

"We are going to gather information and you are going back home." Kaz harshly replied, voice dripping anger.

"But-"

"No Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?! How more stupid can you be, lowering your guard down?!" Kaz snapped, black charcoal eyes burning a hole through her head.

"The man was trembling, I didn't want to scare him. I-"

"Kindness gets you killed! What was I thinking bringing down a pampered foolish rich girl who wants to play detective!"

"Kaz, there's no need t-" Jesper started.

"No, Jesper! She's a liability! We could have lost Wagner because she refused to use a damn gun!" Kaz snarled, chest heaving.

It would have hurt less if Kaz had slapped her, his words gnawed at Y/N's heartstrings. And yet, she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing the broken look on her face. Y/N schooled her features into that false look of indignance and serious arrogance she had practiced all her life.

"Very well, Mr. Brekker. It's getting late after all" she stated. Inej's comforting hand fell upon her shoulder, she smiled even when tears threatened to fall and glanced at the bleary world outside.

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Fine, if Mr. Brekker isn't willing to speak anymore, I'll take matters into my own hands. Three days and no sign of Kaz. It's okay Y/N reassured herself, she could navigate the streets of the Barrel just fine.

After they had talked with Wagner and discovered Dupont's unseemly affairs that caused the death of four sailors who were also Kaz's informants, Y/N had traveled to The Exchange and after probing for answers (more like blackmailing dealers with Zia Francesca's never-ending gossip) she had gotten the address to a small house where most of the chemicals in the list had been delivered.

Pulling out a gun she had stolen from her father's collection, Y/N knocked on the door. She had failed to use a gun once and it had cost her honest companionship, she wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

The door swung wide open; a sickening smell floated in the air. A scent that made Y/N's eyes water, the scent of something rotten.

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[kaetastic]

Reuniting

pairing: Post-Azkaban!Sirius Black x F!Reader

summary: It had been long, torturous years since Sirius Black had been wrongfully accused of murdering his friends. The wizard felt nothing but relief at the fact that two of his friends had stood by with him. Now, it was time to catch up with an old, wavering fire. Just like old times, with Remus watching the scene midway.

word count: 1.2k

warning: dirty talking, language, smut, unprotected sex, confident!remus, slightly voyeurism? smut w/o plot? 

note: I! love! Post-Azkaban! Sirius! Black! I was planning on doing something like this with a reader who’s a friend (an old crush of the chosen one) of Harry (of age of course). She ended up fucking Sirius Black but whateva. Here we are. P.s, I love the editing on the image lol. Once again, as stated under my masterlist- it is not mine. Credits to the owner :)

Soft pants and gentle moaning trickled into his ears. The familiar sound which had embedded his students days in Hogwarts sent shivers down his spine at his sharp memory. Despite seven years of learning, well, not so much learning since Sirius Black had done anything but learning, he could barely recall any lessons. All the memories blurred out by the way her bare skin grazed his.

Sirius’s fingers dug into her thighs, his other hand trying its best to anchor on her breasts that he had already plastered all his love to. With her wild locks of hair thrown back to prick into his neck and shoulders, Y/N’s eyes were rolled to the back of her head. Her eyelids fluttering in intermittent pulses as his hips snapped once again. The position had been uncomfortable at first, but Sirius Black always made it work.

Knees prodding into the edge of the mattress, the reflection from the mirror that hung high on the wall had only caused her to let out a sigh. The sight of him in her; her skin littered with his trailing kisses, and sprinkled bruised bites, was like a memory of the past. Except, this time, he had a growing beard. A goatee some might specify. Something he had not wanted to shave off- the reason was on the lines of him not wanting to look like a toddler, and embracing manhood. Well, pushing aside the few strands of hair he had shaved off to sculpt the important factor to distinguish him from being the boy he was. The curls of his beard grazed over her exposed shoulders, the warm huffing from his parted lips sparked an untameable bonfire.

Her hands could not find a place to grip on. Y/N had tried the mattress, but one nudge, and she would meet the ground with a thud. All she could do was try her best to grasp him from her back, her stuttering arm wrapped around his neck, while her other hand rested on his large hand that covered the swell of her breast, “Fuck, yes, Sirius... fuck.”

“You still like that, huh? Fucking twelve years and your cunt’s still tight, just like I remember.” The growling of his throat vibrated from his chest in quivering shivers into her back. The mild grip of his fingers cladding around her neck softly angled for their lips to meet. Her neck craned, her half-lidded eyes fell upon his dark orbs. Breathless pants and exhale were exchanged between the two mouths before it was locked into one another. Tongues caressed each other, dancing in their own rhythm, not bothering to match with Sirius’s thrusting.

A gasp fell off her lips, plunging into his- to which he swallowed gladly, satisfied at him catching her off guard when he pressed his fingers on her bundle of nerves. Her thighs shook as he drew rapid circles, “Fuck... Sirius, please... Oh, fuck.” His sombre gaze narrowed onto the way her top teeth would peek out to pierce against her swollen bottom lip.

“Fuck, you wrap around me so well, baby doll,” Sirius mumbled against her shoulders, exactly on the spot he had already marked a blaring, prominent kiss- if she had not dared to cover it up. While his eyes beamed onto the sight of his dick, all of him inside her tightness, his fingers worked steadily yet hastily. Pinching and rolling the hardened pebbles of her nipples, and toying with her clit, he couldn’t help but let out a low hum when their eyes met through the reflection. “Look at that, hm? Your cunt’s made for me, fuck.”

The words uttered off his lips were screeched short at the abrupt clench around his length, “Please, Sirius...” With his large palm covering her breast, he kneaded the mound. Every snap of his hips, his fingers massaged her breasts. Beads of sweat swam down their figures, glistening under the dim rays of moonlight that had only survived the war against the barrier of fabric.

A grunt shivered into her skin, sending tingles to her full cunt. Fingers trailing down to grip her waist, Sirius wasted no time to ram himself. The surges of him hitting the right places had caused her eyes to roll back, legs quivering from the overwhelming feeling. All the blissful feeling was thrown out of the window.

“I see you’ve reunited.” Eyes snapped onto the figure, his face shadowed by the faint light of the hallway. Although it had been some time since the light source had been blinking intermittently, the damn elf would not listen to its master demands. Stupid Kreacher. They didn’t even need for the man to step into the room for they made out the outline.

Dressed in a baby blue jumper, it wasn’t even difficult to wonder who it was. His fashion was dull- closet probably full of the same toned clothing. Brown, beige and for a sprinkling of colour- dull blue. Nothing too vibrant. The trailing scars that would be the first to capture an eye glittered red, even in the darkest of times. A reminder of what he was. A reminder of how dangerous he was to others around him. If Remus Lupin could not protect himself from the monster he was, how would he do that for others?

Sirius chuckled, his erected shaft still inside the warmth of the woman, “You’re very welcome to join us, my old friend.” There was not even a spare of uneasiness. No quivering emotion of the situation being wrong. Not even a speck of uncomfortable-ness had invaded Y/N’s head. The situation she was stuck in reminded her of the well-stored memory of her past in Hogwarts. A memory she had safely packed in a concealed jar, up onto the highest shelf where even a strand of light could not fall upon it.

“I think I’ve done a few amounts of watching in Hogwarts, Sirius, few to many.” Remus mumbled, recalling his youthful life in the school. Snickering at his comment, Y/N laid her hands on Sirius’ that rested warmly on her waist. 

“You were always the one to watch us, huh, Moony? Never liked partaking in the activity.” The man who was snug in the woman sniggered against her exposed shoulders, his palms trailing up with hers’ still on his, to fiddle with the hardened pebbles. Lips brushing her faintly shivering shoulders, the bristles of his moustache pierced into her skin. 

Remus hummed, “Adding up all those time you guys went off like rabbits, it might be equivalent to Christmas holidays.” Although a smart remark settled on Y/N’s tongue, a moan slipped out as Sirius thrust his hips once more. 

“Fuck...,” Sirius groaned out, the involuntary clenching of her walls around him squeezed him would’ve been the end of him. “Moony, if you’re joining, close the door behind you. If not, good night.” The man who stood at the door let out a chuckle at the choked out words of his close friend. Pushing Y/N’s chest onto the bed, him still inside her, she let out a string of curses at the new position. Refreshing.

“Alright then, good night. Have fun kindling old light.” With the creaking door to a shut, the night would certainly be fun for the two exasperated figures.

[ryukoishida]

QianQiu/Thousand Autumns Fic: In which gang leader!YWS and school teacher!SQ falls in love.

Title: You’re a Problem I Encounter Fandom: Qian Qiu / Thousand Autumns Characters/Ships: YanShen Rating: NSFW eventually Chapter: 1/? Summary: Yan Wushi was the proud leader of Huan Yue Group, one of the most influential syndicates in the underground world, who wanted nothing more than to see the world burn. His accidental encounter with the pure-hearted school teacher Shen Qiao was a problem he didn’t expect to get entangled in. A/N: A syndicate!AU that literally nobody asks for. It’s also been awhile since I last wrote a fic, so please excuse awkward/bad writing. Sobs. List of Chapters: [1] [2] [3] 

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i. First Encounter

“Tie the pretty boy up nice and tight,” Sang Jingxing ordered his subordinates in a lazy drawl, his face half hidden in the shadow of the poorly lit room, but even the darkness couldn’t conceal the cruel smile crawling along the lips of the deputy leader of He Huan Group. As he stepped away from the wall and began walking towards his captive, his grin widening when he saw how much of a mess his men had made of the young man, his foot crushed the discarded glasses that’d been knocked off the man’s face during the brief but vicious fight.

There were no windows, just a lone, bare lightbulb swinging back and forth from the ceiling casting a meager glow of light in the underground chamber.

Glancing down at the half-conscious man bound at the wrists behind his back, Sang Jingxing grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his neck to crane back.

“We don’t want you running back to your daddy so soon again, do we?”  

The only response he received was a pained groan. A sound that sent trills of excitement down Sang Jingxing’s back.

It had taken four trained men to finally take Shen Qiao down. By the time the scuffle ended, Xiao Se had an impressive bruise on his right cheek, Yan Shou had bloodied scratches along one of his arms, Huo Xijing had been elbowed directly in the solar plexus and was still recovering on the ground, and Bai Rong was smart enough to retreat just after receiving a blow that barely missed her eyes.  

After a valiant attempt at escaping, Shen Qiao was no match for the sheer number of guards Sang Jingxing had assigned to keep him under surveillance in the end.

“At least not before we get what we want, isn’t that right, my dear?” Sang Jingxing turned towards the woman with an overly saccharine smile.

Yuan Xiuxiu rolled her eyes at her partner’s theatrics, but after working and managing He Huan Group together for so many years, she was used to his antics by now, so she merely ran a hand through her wavy hair and replied, “I don’t care what you do with the boy – torture him, fuck him – do whatever you want. Just don’t go overboard. We still need him alive if we were to negotiate with Qi Fengge.”

“Whatever you say, dear,” Sang Jingxing said to Yuan Xiuxiu’s retreating back as the leader of He Huan Group slammed the cell door shut behind her without another word.

There were no windows, just a lone, bare lightbulb swinging back and forth from the ceiling casting a meager glow of light in the underground chamber.

“Ah… Shen Qiao. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to steal you away under Qing Fengge’s nose?” he’d released his grip on Shen Qiao’s hair, and his head lolled forward like a broken, ragged doll. Blood streaks on his face made his complexion more pallid, and the only sign that he was still breathing was the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

Sang Jingxing continued, circling his captured prey like a hawk. “I get that you’re his adopted son, but you aren’t even meant to be his successor, so why does he spent so much of his resources on protecting you?”

He wasn’t really expecting an answer, but he wanted to have fun with the boy first before he dived straight into business. With a leering, animalistic gleam in his eye, Sang Jingxing reached out towards Shen Qiao’s bruised face, thumb roughly brushing against the man’s lower lip as he tried to force his finger past the seam of his lips.

Though Shen Qiao was in no shape to fight back, he was not a man who surrendered as long as a drop of strength still remained inside him. He twisted away from his captor’s hand and swiftly angled his head to bite Sang Jingxing’s finger with a snarl, hazel eyes bloodshot from what little adrenaline still lingered in his system during the fight.

Sang Jingxing hissed in pain, fury flashing across his eyes as he yanked his hand back, and Shen Qiao felt a sharp blow across his cheek just a short second later. Taste of iron flooded in his mouth.

“Playing hard-to-get is cute the first time around,” Sang Jingxing muttered while inspecting the teeth marks Shen Qiao had inflicted on him, before he put his hand on Shen Qiao once more, “but I don’t have that much patience, even for a beauty like you.”

He wrapped his fingers around Shen Qiao’s neck and started to squeeze with real intent to hurt.

“Yan Wushi, how did you—!” Yuan Xiuxiu’s muffled high-pitched exclaim transmitted through the thin walls of the basement and was interrupted by a distressed scream.

Before Sang Jingxing could react or shout for backup, he heard the men who were stationed outside the cell yelped in surprise and agony, and two successive bodily thuds later, the cell door was busted open.

Two men strode in with confident steps. The one leading had a cold, lethal look to his maroon eyes, the streak of star-silver locks a stark contrast to his otherwise dark, slicked back hair. In between his index and middle fingers was a small silver blade, still dripping with fresh blood of his latest victims; he wiped the blood off with a clean handkerchief that the younger man standing just half a step behind him handed him with the kind of easy elegance that one couldn’t simply mimic.

“Sang Jingxing, has He Huan Group lost so much money these days that you can’t even afford decent guards anymore?” the older man sneered.

“Leader Yan,” the utter of the respectful title was pleasant enough, but they’d been rivals long enough to know that there was no amiability in this exchange, “what’s the meaning of this?”

“I heard you got yourself a new plaything,” Yan Wushi said, glancing over at the barely conscious Shen Qiao with one of his eyebrows raised, “is that him?”

“What is it to you?” Sang Jingxing asked, narrowing his eyes. His flexed his fingers instinctively, his muscles taut and itching to reach for the revolver tucked inside his suit jacket. If anything, at least he was certain that the bullet would find its target faster than Yan Wushi could cause any real damage with his infamous silver blade. It had been awhile since they last confronted each other face to face like this, but Sang Jingxing could never forget the scars and humiliation of defeat from their last meeting.

“Oh, calm down,” Yan Wushi chuckled, the other man’s subtle signs to initiate the first attack all too obvious under his trained observation, “I’m not here to pick a fight, unless you’ve already forgotten what that was like the last time that happened.”

Sang Jingxing pressed his lips tight, silent anger threatening to boil over in the form of whipping out his revolver and pulling the trigger, but he didn’t dare — not when he knew he’d already lost. The fear of losing once again to this man – this monster – was simmering at the back of his mind, and he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get away with just a long, ugly cut along his back this time.

“That’s what I thought,” the corner of Yan Wushi’s lips curved up slightly into a cold smile, “let’s not waste any time here. I’ll take what I want, and then we’ll each go our separate ways, hmm?”

“Yu Shengyan,” the leader of Huan Yue Group commanded his assistant with a nod towards the bloodied man still tied up in the chair a few steps away from them. Without further instructions, Yu Shengyan quickly ran over to Shen Qiao and started to cut the ropes loose. With practiced swipes of his switchblade, it took him only a short moment before he freed Shen Qiao.

At this point, Shen Qiao had already completely fainted, and when released from his restraints, he fell forward limply into Yu Shengyan’s arms.

“What do you want with Qi Fengge’s kid anyway?” Sang Jingxing asked. Though he’d given up on trying to keep Shen Qiao in his possession, curiosity still got the best of him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Yan Wushi only said with a laugh.

Carrying Shen Qiao on his back, Yu Shengyan followed his master out of the dank basement cell, thrilled that he got to witness Yan Wushi scaring the shit out of Sang Jingxing and his minions, but mostly confused about the purpose of this confrontation. He didn’t know what to expect when Yan Wushi had suddenly ordered him to come to He Huan Group’s headquarters. To be honest, the young assistant had been half-expecting the gang leader to start a bloodshed for one reason or another — after all, it wouldn’t have been the first time Yan Wushi went off the rails due to the most miniscule of reasons — but he’d never thought they’d be rescuing a stranger.

They were rescuing him, right? Yu Shengyan was hesitant as he carefully placed the unconscious man into the back of the car before slipping into the driver’s seat. Glancing over at his master out of the corner of his eye, the young man almost felt sorry for Shen Qiao, for he recognized that particular look on Yan Wushi’s face.

It probably would not bode well for the man still unaware of what he’d gotten himself into by getting accidentally entangled into Yan Wushi’s life.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Kou Route ー Chapter 1

ー The scene starts at the Carnival’s entrance

Yui: ( This is the Demon World... )

( I was wondering just how scary of a place it would be but...Things are actually quite lively. )

Kou: M-neko-chan! You’re getting distracted again!

Yui: Ah, sorry, Kou-kun. There’s so many new things to discover, I can’t help myself...

Kou: I can understand that but if you get separated from me, you’ll end up all by yourself, you know?

Are you fine with that? One of the scaaaary monsters roaming around the Demon World might just gobble you right up~ 

Yui: I-I’m not!

Kou: Fufu~ Right? That’s why you’ve got to keep your eyes on me. Okay?

Yui: Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.

Kou: Well, I doubt there’s any monsters. Even if there is, I’ll beat them up!

Yui: ...You’re in high spirits today aren’t you, Kou-kun?

Kou: Of course I am~ I get to explore the festival together with you after all. How could I not be happy?

Thank you for choosing me.

Yui: Oh no, you don’t need to thank me.

I chose you because I wanted to, that’s all.

Kou: Fufu~ When you say those kinds of things, my mood will only improve!

...Well, if you’re actually speaking the truth right now, that is?

Yui: Of course I am.

Kou: Really~? Let’s see...?

Nnー...

...Fufu, thank god. Seems like it really is the truth? Your eyes aren’t lying.

In my case, I can tell just by looking someone in the eyes so it’s quite convenient.

I doubt you’re that much of a fool to lie despite being aware of my ability.

Yui: ( Right...Kou-kun can read people’s mind with his right eye, so whenever someone lies, he can tell straight away. )

( Of course, I wouldn’t lie to Kou-kun even if he didn’t have that eye... )

Kou: Well then, I guess we should get going soーー

*Thud*

Kou: ーー Woah!

???: ...

Kou: What’s his problem!? Don’t you think it’s rude to bump into someone and then just walk away without a single apology!?

Yui: Are you okay, Kou-kun?

Kou: Yeah, I guess so...Wait, huh?

Yui: What’s wrong? Don’t tell me, did you get hurt!?

Kou: No, that’s not it but...Hmm~...?

Yui: ...?

Kou: I guess I’m just imagining things? Something just felt slightly off about my eye? 

Yui: Your eye? Did something get in there when that person bumped against you earlier?

Kou: Hmー Maybe. Well, it doesn’t hurt or anything so it’s fine.

It’s the Carnival so it’d be a shame not to enjoy ourselves, right? Come on, let’s go?

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Carnival’s venue

Kou: Say. Is there anywhere you’d like to go?

Yui: Hm...Even if you say that, it’s my first time visiting the Demon World so I don’t know this place very well...

Kou: Ahー Guess that makes sense. To be honest, I’m not too familiar with it either.

Yui: It’s your first time here as well?

Kou: Yeah. We aren’t Pureblood Vampires after all. It’s my first time at the Carnival too.

But you don’t have it easy either~ You were chosen to be the Queen of the Carnival and all.

Yui: About that, I wonder why they chose me?

I was chosen even though I’m a human...I wonder if there’s some sort of reason behind it?

Kou: ...Who knows? I don’t know either. Good question.

Ah, I know! Isn’t it because you’re so cute? Mmh, mmh! I’m sure that must be it!

Well, I’m sure someone will come and fetch us when it’s your time to shine, so might as well have some fun until then.

Let’s have a blast together, okay~?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Kou: Okay! Then first up...Actually, I have no idea what this place has to offer.

Yui: Want to just walk around for now? Then we can go inside whichever place catches our attention.

Kou: Agreed! Let’s get going then.

Yui: Yeah.

ー The two of you start walking

Male Vampire A: ...Is that?

Yui: ( Hm...? )

Male Vampire B: I see. This scent is most definitely...

Yui: ( ...Am I being watched? I feel as if all people passing by turn their heads towards me... )

Kou: What’s wrong, M-neko-chan?

Yui: I can feel other people’s gazes...Or maybe it’s just my imagination.

Kou: Ahー Of course they’d look at you! You are a feast on legs to those Vampires after all!

Yui: A feast!?

Kou: I mean, aren’t you? Your blood is of the finest quality after all~

...See? Every single one of them is looking at you. Like wild beasts in front of their prey.

Yui: ( ...Now that he mentions it. )

Kou: It must feel very unsettling to have eyes following you everywhere~

I get that all the time in the human world, so I know how you feel.

Yui: ( Ah...Right. Kou-kun’s an idol after all... )

( He has to deal with this all the time. )

Kou: Well, you’ll never get any rest if you keep on fussing about these small things, so just try and ignore it.

The best strategy is to take the offensive yourself! A little word of advice from your Senpai~

Yui: Fufu. Yeah, gotcha. Thank you, Kou-kun.

Kou: Think you can manage it? I doubt it feels very nice since you’re not used to it.

Yui: Yeah...But I’ve decided to think positive.

Kou: What do you mean?

Yui: I’m hoping to be able to relate to you better through this experience.

I’ve never been stared at this much in the human world after all.

Kou: M-neko-chan...

ー Kou walks up to you

Kou: ...Fufu~ They really might have picked you as the Queen because you’re simply adorable.

I like how you can always stay positive like that. ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ...Kou-kun!

Kou: Yes? You don’t like my kisses?

Yui: But there’s tons of people around...

Kou: Like I said, don’t pay attention to other people’s looks, okay? Did you forget already?

Yui: ( I-Is that what he meant...? )

Kou: Come on, shall we actually get going on? I feel like I might just take a bite out of you if we keep on standing still here~

Yui: Y-Yeah...

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: Wooow~ There’s so many stores!

Yui: Cafes, candy parlors, and over there’s a...doll house? Plenty of choice. What should we do?

Kou: Assuming we’re going to give them all a look, let’s start with...Ah! How about that place over there?

Yui: A dress shop?

Kou: I’m curious what the fashion in the Demon World is like so let’s go take a look. 

While we’re at it, I’ll put together the perfect dress for you!

If you wear clothes from the Demon World, you might fit in a little better.

Yui: ( Well, I am a little curious what a clothes store would be like in the Demon World... )

( Also, Kou-kun says he’s willing to pick something out for me... )

Kou: So, let’s go have a look?

Yui: ...Yeah!

ー They enter the dress shop

Yui: ( Wah...Amazing. There’s so many fancy dresses. )

( Nothing strikes me as off about this place? The clothes seem normal too. )

Kou: Hm~... If I had to pick one that would suit you from these...

Oh! Hey, Yui! Come here for a sec!

Yui: Did you find something?

Kou: I was thinking about this one. Here, try holding it in front of you.

Yui: ( A pale pink dress. How cute...! )

Kou: Hmー...

It fits your look but it also lacks impact? I guess it’s a little too obvious of a choice?

Then, how about this white one over he...Oh.

*Rustle*

Kou: Ah, this one won’t do. The silhouette isn’t bad, but you’d get way too much attention in this and I don’t like the thought of that. Next!

Yellow...Hm, I can’t picture it.

Yui: ( H-He’s strict... )

Kou: I’m struggling a bit. I usually don’t have this much trouble picking out an outfit to wear.

Yui: Anything looks good on you after all.

Kou: I’m only wearing the stuff that has been given to me though. Hmー But I actually feel extra motivated as a result!

I’ll definitely find something that fits you so just wait a little, okay?

ー Kou runs off

Yui: ( ...Fufu, Kou-kun seems to be having fun. )

???: ーー You.

Yui: ...!?

???: Oh dear, my bad. Did I startle you?

Yui: ( T-That surprised me...! I couldn’t sense anyone standing near me at all... )

Kou: Yui!

What? Did something happen!?

???: It’s nothing. I simply reached out for this young lady.

Kou: ...And you are?

Dress Shop Madam: I am the owner of this store. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Kou: The owner? ...Yui, is that true? She hasn’t done anything to you?

Yui: Y-Yeah. I’m fine. I was only a little shocked when someone suddenly started talking to me...

Kou: I see...Geez, don’t scare me like that. I thought a group of Vampires had got you surrounded.

Yui: Sorry...

Kou: So? What does Ms. Magnificent Owner over here (1) need?

Dress Shop Madam: Fufu, I am nobody of great importance, really. Besides, I am no ordinary shop owner either.

Yui: What do you mean?

Dress Shop Madam: I am the designer for this store as well. Every single dress sold in this shop was designed by my hand.

Kou: Heeh. So you’re an owner-designer?

Dress Shop Madam: I’ve been keeping an eye on the two of you and I must say that the gentleman over there has a rather good taste.

Kou: Right~?

Dress Shop Madam: However, it’s too bad. It seems like the clothes you were looking at did not choose her.

Yui: They didn’t choose me...?

Dress Shop Madam: My clothes choose who will wear them.

So no matter how much you like an outfit, if the clothes do not feel the same way as you, they will not let you wear them.

Kou: Eehー!? What are you talking about!? Is that possible!?

Yui: ( I see... )

( I guess the clothing stores here really are different after all... )

Dress Shop Madam: If you want to wear the dresses in this store, you’ll have to be chosen by my clothes.

Kou: No way! I’m gonna be the one who decides which dress M-neko-chan wears! I’m not giving up that right to some clothes!

I’m 100% positive I’d do a better job at picking out an outfit for her!

Dress Shop Madam: Oh dear...Fufufu, you must be bursting with confidence!

If you are that convinced, I suppose I shall allow it. Go ahead and pick one. A dress for her, that is.

Kou: Heeh, are you challenging me?

Fufu, okay then~ I don’t like conflict, but I don’t mind taking up that kind of challenge.

Yui: K-Kou-kun...

Kou: Don’t worry! You wait here, okay?

I’ll get going then!

ー Kou runs off once more

Dress Shop Madam: Fufu...I’m looking forward to this.

Yui: ( Will this turn out okay...? )

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: ーー Okay, it has to be this one!

Sorry for the wait, Yui.

Yui: You made up your mind?

Kou: Yeah. I had a little trouble deciding, but this is the one I went with. Say, try holding it like you did before.

Yui: Yeah!

Kou: Exactly, now stand in front of the mirror...There. See, what do you think?

Yui: ( What a wonderful red dress...! )

Kou: Do you like it?

Selection

→ Yeah, very much so!  (☾)

Yui: Yeah, very much so!

Kou: I see, I’m glad!

→ This won’t suit me...

Yui: The dress itself is wonderful but...Don’t you think it’s a little too flashy...?

Kou: You’re too much of a coward, M-neko-chan. I picked it out so it’ll definitely be okay.

Kou: Just try putting it on for now. With that being said, off you go to the fitting room!

ー The scene shifts to the fitting room

Kou: M-neko-chaaaaan~? How are things in there? Did you get it on? Can I come in?

Yui: ...! W-Wait! I’m still taking off my clothes...!

Kou: Ehー? When you say that, you’re only tempting me to open the door even more though. ...Say, can I enter?

Yui: I said no!

Kou: Fufu~ I was joking!

But if you take too long, I might lose patience and come in anyway. So hurry up and get changed, okay?

Yui: ( A-Anyway...I better quickly change into this. )

( This dress Kou-kun picked out for me...I hope it’ll suit me... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ーー Kou-kun? I changed.

Kou: Finally? Geez, I was getting sick of waiting.

Oh well. I’ll open the door now, okay?

*Rustle*

Kou: Let’s see...Oh. ...Woah.

Yui: What do you think? ...Does it look good on me?

Kou: Of course! I mean, I’m the one who chose it, remember? With you in mind.

How could a dress like that not suit you?

It looks great on you. You’re cute, Yui.

Yui: Thank you...

( Thank god...I’m happy to hear him say that. )

Dress Shop Madam: Pardon me. ...Oh my.

Kou: Fufufu~ What do you think? Fits her like a glove, don’t you think?

Dress Shop Madam: Fufu, you did a fine job. It seems like these clothes were planning on choosing her as well.

Yui: Then you were right! That’s amazing, Kou-kun!

Kou: Fufufu. Please praise me more~

See? That’s why I told you. That I’d definitely be able to find something that suits you.

I know everything about you after all.

Since I’ve been watching you from up close, I can tell which kind of clothes would look good on you right away.

Yui: Kou-kun...

( ...Right. He knows what suits me because he’s always watching me right by my side. )

( I’m glad Kou-kun is happy too! )

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: Huh? You took it off?

Yui: Yeah, it was lovely but I’d feel bad if it got dirty...

Kou: Really? Well, if that’s what you want.

Say, Yui. You can choose next. An outfit that would suit me, that is.

Yui: Me?

Kou: Yeah. You don’t mind, do you?

Yui: I don’t but...I’m not very confident. I don’t have an eye for fashion like you do.

Kou: But you’ve been watching me closely as well, right? Then it could be fine! I’m sure you can totally pull it off!

Come on, hurry up and go pick something out. I easily get tired of waiting so make hasteー

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ...Hm...

( What should I do? I can’t make up my mind after all... )

( Kou-kun usually manages to pull off any look so it’s difficult to narrow it down to just one outfit. )

( But if I had to choose... )

...Here goes nothing!

ー Yui returns to Kou

Kou: Ah, there you are, finally. You’re late. I was getting tired of waiting.

Yui: Sorry. But I managed to choose something.

Kou: Oh! Let me see?

Yui: You see, it’s thisーー

Dress Shop Madam: ーー Hold it.

Yui: Eh?

Dress Shop Madam: Did you...choose these clothes?

Yui: Yes, I did...

Dress Shop Madam: I see...

Yui: ( Did I get it wrong? I thought they would look good on Kou-kun though... )

Dress Shop Madam: To choose something like this...Is everything okay with you?

Yui: Okay?

Kou: Are you saying that her fashion sense is catastrophic? 

Yui: ( Uu... )

Dress Shop Madam: No, not like that...

Young lady, could you perhaps be keeping some sort of secret from him?

Kou: Eh...?

Yui: ( Secret...? From Kou-kun? )

( I can’t think of anything of the top of my head... )

Kou: No way! M-neko-chan is the last person who would do that. Right?

Yui: Y-Yeah! I’m not keeping any secrets!?

Kou: Hmー? ...Why are you panicking?

Dress Shop Madam: I hope it’s just my imagination. They say that clothes are a mirror to the soul.

Kou: ...

...Ah-ah, I was in such a great mood up till now. But now it’s totally ruined because of you. I’ve gotten irritated.

Yui: K-Kou-kun...

Kou: We’re done shopping. Come on, let’s get going. Just leave those clothes and the dress behind.

Yui: Wait, Kou-kun! I’m really not hiding anything from you!

Kou: Shut up. Just get over here already. See you, Ms. Owner.

ー They leave the store

Dress Shop Madam: ...Seems like they are still wet behind their ears. (2)

ー The scene shifts to a side street

Yui: ...Wait, Kou-kun! It hurts when you tug onto my hand so strongly...!

Kou: Ahー My badー Unlike you, I have long legs after all.

Seems like I ended up dragging you along even though that wasn’t my intention. ...I ‘truly’ am sorry, okay?

Yui: ( Kou-kun’s giving me a scary look...! I can tell he’s really upset. )

Kou-kun...I’m really not keeping anything a secret from you.

Kou: ...

...If you want me to believe you, then show me some proof.

Yui: Proof...?

Kou: Proof that you’re not hiding anything from me. Something which proves that those words of yours aren’t a lie works as well. So, do you have any?

Yui: ( Even if he says that...If he won’t trust me on my word, what should I...? )

Kou: ...You don’t have any proof? Then you’re lying after all.

Yui: ...I’m not! I’m not lying! I’m not, but...

I don’t know what I should do...to earn your trust.

Kou: ...It’s easy, isn’t it?

All you have to do is look me in the eyes. If you do...It’ll all become clear to me.

*Rustle*

Kou: Like thiーー...

...Hah...?

Yui: ( Kou-kun...? )

Kou: Why...? I can’t see...

Like this, I don’t know anything about you...

Yui: ( Is he saying he can’t read my mind with his right eye? Why doesn’t it work all of a sudden...? )

Kou: Fuck, whatever!

In that case...I’ll check through the taste of your blood.

Your blood is much more honest than you are yourself after all...I’ll be able to tell right away if I have some.

Yui: ...Will you believe me if you suck my blood?

Kou: Who knows...That depends on the taste, I guess?

Come on, what will you do? Or would it be bad if I were to suck your blood? ...Because your lies will be exposed.

Yui: ...No, it’s fine. If that gets you to trust me.

Kou: Hm...So you’re confident, huh? I’ll check then...!

ー Kou bites her

Yui: Uu...

Kou: Nn...Nn...Phew...!

...Fuck...It would be so easy if only I could use my eye...Nn...!

Yui: Do you believe me now...?

Kou: No, I can’t tell yet...So I need more...Nn...!

Nn...Nn...

Yui: ( Perhaps it’s because he’s upset, but I feel like he’s being somewhat more rough than usual...It hurts a little... )

( But I don’t want him to doubt me. I want him to trust me, so I’ll put up with the pain... )

Kou: ...

...Hm. I understand very well now, Yui.

You aren’t lying to me. I’ll believe you.

Yui: Can you really tell through the taste of my blood...?

Kou: No? I didn’t. I mean, how would that work?

Yui: Eh? ...Then why did you...?

Kou: I’ve simply chosen to trust you. My mood has improved from drinking your delicious blood as well.

*Rustle*

Kou: ...I’m sorry for treating you hard-handedly. Did it hurt?

Yui: A little...But it’s okay.

Kou: ...I should already know that you wouldn’t do such a thing though.

I wonder why I ended up doubting you again regardless? 

...I guess it’s because I like you?

I want to trust you because I like you, I really do but...

The stronger my feelings for you grow, the easier I find myself doubting you. ...That’s strange, isn’t it?

Yui: Kou-kun...

Kou: This is all I can say for now but...I trust you.

Yui: ( ...It’s okay, Kou-kun. I’m not lying after all... )

( So please believe me... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says ‘What does an important person such as the Owner’, but that sounded so long-winded and stiff in English, so I adjusted it a little.

(2) In this phrase, the term 若い or ‘wakai’ which means ‘young’, refers more to being ‘naive’ or ‘inexperienced’ rather than actual age. 

← RETURN TO PROLOGUE

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 2]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/AYATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ YUMA]

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Dissatisfied One shot +14 (Part 2)

Warning

This story contains sexual themes, gore, Domestic abuse themes, Suicide, cigarettes use, bad words and prostitution references. If you are sensitive or underage please don't read this story.

8:00 pm

???: Son.. Son!

Bradley: Father?...

It was one of my father's camera larvae.

Betrayus: can you please come?

Bradley: what's wrong Dad?

Betrayus; We need to talk...

Bradley:.. uh?.. okay.

I escaped from round house as i used to do while Quartzy was following me and keeping me safe to go to the labyrinth and then go through a portal to the netherworld.

Now there, My Father was waiting for me, his Expression was different, he seemed worried..

Betrayus: Son we need to talk...

Bradley: What's it Dad?..

Betrayus: I respect your privacy .. but with all respect.. you have nothing to do selling your body like this, You are still so young And this is absolutely not sexual freedom.

Bradley: I know...I can't avoid it..

Betrayus: first Bradley if you needed money or something, you most told me..

Bradley: But i Don't want to bother you...

Betrayus: *pets him* C'mon my shiny Ruby.. it's not a bother for me, i am your father and it's my duty to give you all you need.

Bradley: If i were death.. my life can be better here.

Betrayus: Honestly yes, but Bradley you have a life and all you can do is enyoi and experiment for more things, suffering is not just the only thing is you will have, more wonderful things would be waiting for you.. i am sure it would be.

Bradley: It's strange to hear you saying this.. even when you want to take over Pac world.

Betrayus: Well yes, but i want you to enjoy it before Id destroy it.

Bradley: Sounds reasonable.

Betrayus: Second and very important, what you are doing for your emptiness is wrong.

Bradley: I know.. i just can't avoid it.. I'm just trying to felt filled but not.. i really don't know what exactly i need to feel less pathetic that i already am.

Betrayus: Selling your body with people who treats you as shit will not fill your emptiness

Bradley: And then.. what the fuck you think i need!?

Betrayus; I don't think so.. Bradley what you need is love and support.. and you know what's another problem.. you already have love and support.. from me, your sister, the netherworld.. and not just the netherworld.. maybe it's incredible but you have it from your cousins, even when they tried to separate you from them and of course from your best friend and your dog, and believe me.. you have enough with it, it's just thing about having time for it.

Bradley: I didn't.. think about it.. I'm sorry Dad

Betrayus: So please Bradley, stop selling your body for Money nor even to make you feel filled, here you have all you need.

Bradley: Okay okay Dad, I will try..but hey a good side is that i have a better way to insult my classmates.

Betrayus: Ok you're a Goddam genius and all me, when i was from your age i used to sleep with others and the next day when they pretended to don't know me i used to make fun of them related with their bodies's features.

Bradley: *chuckles* you can't be serious

Betrayus: Really, It was so funny, even a good way to bother my awful brother.

Bradley: Okey

Betrayus: Remember son if you need something, you can tell and i can give it to you, like new clothing so you can have new clothes and not just your sister's clothing.

Bradley: It's not that bad that i inherited my sister's clothes, they are so cool and warm, she had a really good taste in dressing..

Betrayus: All from me and your mother

Bradley: By the way, where is she this time?

Betrayus: In Pacopolis scaring people with Blinky and Inky, both are having fun, also she took my champagne bottle.

Bradley:*chuckles* oh Man

Betrayus: That's my boy, i love to see you smile, so cheer up son.

Bradley:*sighs and hugs Betrayus* i love you Dad..

Betrayus: and i love you too my son, now go before Stratos founds out that you escaped from home.

Bradley: Alright Dad.

I left the netherworld, Quartzy was waiting for me to then walk together to our way to The round house.

During the way, i found out that Bryan, Lexy's boyfriend was laughing next to a girl while they were cuddling up, i didn't helped to feel mad by it and Quartzy was growling at it too.

Bradley: Hey Smallhead!

Bryan: Huh! Me!?

Erika: Eh?!?

Quartzy: Grrrghh...

Bradley: No.. i was talking with the stone behind you..

Bryan: Alright weirdo...

Erika: Ignore him, sweetie

Bradley: You don't catch the sarcasm, right?

Bryan: Now i see you better, Bradley or i mean..The Play-Bunny, you don't have a Dick to eat or something?

Quartzy: *thinks* "Don't make me bite you"..

Erika:*giggles*

Bradley: Didn't you had a Boyfriend to be loyal?

Erika: Wait what!? You have a Boyfriend?

Bryan: E-Eh!? No i can explain!

Lexy: Explain what!? About you cheated on me!!?

Bryan: Lexy!!? What are you doing here!?

Bradley: How did you found us?

Lexy: Biscocho have lost and me and my father are looking for him...and i heard all..

Erika: Eh!? Bryan you told me that you were straight!

Lexy: You told me that you would never disappoint me!

Bryan: I-I..

Bradley: You disgusted me from the start.. now i know i wasn't wrong..

Bryan: You awful slut! *Starts hitting Bradley*

Lexy: Brad!!

Quartzy: Grhhh!! *Bites Bryan in his leg*

Erika: *attacks Lexy* How dare you to take my man!?

Lexy:*stops her* It was my Boyfriend!

Bradley: *defending himself* I am not guilty about that you cheated on my friend!

Bryan: And you judge me? You are the one who is sleeping with all the boys in maze high

Bradley: At least i don't have a partner to be unloyal..

Bryan: Shut up!! *Throws Bradley against the wall, breaking one of Brad's Badges*

Quartzy: Ok.. so you choose to play dirty..

Bryan: What the-

Bradley's right fist temperature was getting higher without him noticing, he hitted Bryan's face burning his face in the process.

Bryan: AAAAAAAAARGH

Bradley: Holy shit.. your face..

Quartzy: :0..

Lexy: Qué?..

Erika: You monster!! I'm leaving!! I will call the police right now!.

Bryan: Aargh!! Please!! And call the ambulance!! My fucking face!

Mitzy: Oh no you don't..*pushes Erika to the road just in time when a car was passing by to then crash her* you're safe now.

Bryan; Erika!!

Lexy: a la puta madre [Holy Shit] A Talking doll!!?

Mitzy: Hehehe

Bradley: Mitzy what the fuck!!?

Quartzy: *thinks* what a chaos

Blinky: We saved you butt your majesty~

Inky: a "Thank you" would be nice.

Bryan: Ghosts!!! Ugh! It's not over yet!! *Leaves*

Bradley: Guys thank you so much, but Mitzy what the heck!?

Mitzy: Don't worry she would be fine~

Quartzy:*sniffs Erika's corpse* ...

Inky: Be careful your majesty, the cups would pass by

Lexy: Ok Bradley.. thank you for defending me and giving that jerk a lesson but.. *takes Bradley's Hand* Run!!

Bradley: I'll go!..

Quartzy: *follows them*

Lexy, Bradley and Quartzy quickly ran away to meet up with Martín.

Martin: Lexy, you came, i finally found Bizco-.. Bradley? What are you doing here?

Bradley:*panting* long... Story

Quartzy:*thinks* a really burning story...

Lexy: Bizcocho! *Hugs the big fat cat* Dad.. my boyfriend cheated on me.

Martín: He what!!??

Lexy: But don't worry, Bradley gave him a lesson, he deformed his face with a punch.

Quartzy: *thinks* Honestly he looks better with that new face hehehe

Bradley: My fist was in fire Lexy.. i don't know why..

Martín: I think i know, please give me your right hand.

Bradley: B-but.. what if i hurt you sir..

Martín: Dear, I'm a chef, i play and work with fire.

Bradley: if you say so...*gives Martín his hand, his palm was covered with tiny flames*

Martín: Bradley, You have powers.. and *shows him his badge of his same hand* your uncle and Grandmother have hided that from you for really long time.

Bradley: What!?.. what do you mean?

Martin:*takes off that badge from Bradley's right hand* do you know what is this?

Bradley: Uhh.. the Badge my grandmother wanted to not take it off, don't think i didn't had my suspicions about it.

Martín: I'm glad that you already suspect about it, this is a badge used for powered Pacworlders so they cannot have problems with their powers, mostly related with stress, some of this Badges used to be to force that, Pacworlders to hide their powers *turns on the badge again* this shit is easy to repair..

Bradley: Are you telling me that.. all this time i.... Oh no... Oh no...

Lexy: Bradley?...

Quartzy: *Thinks* Not again.. not this..

Bradley: Now it was sense... I finally know why my Grandmother and uncle treated me like that... Now i understand why did they used to separate me from my cousins... It has sense.. I'm an actual monster.

Quartzy:*cuddles with Bradley*.. Hmm *Thinks* No Bradley.. you are not a monster.. quit telling that.

Bradley:*takes his badge and puts on it* I'm sorry Mr Martín.. Lexy..

Lexy: Bradley.. no..

The Round house Limo have arrived

Stratos: There you are!, You will be punished by escaping from home!..

Bradley: ..sorry...

Lexy: No Bradley! Wait!!

Martín: With all respect Mr president you..

Stratos: Nope!..

Quartzy: Grrrghh!! *Attacks Stratos*

Stratos: Argh!!

One of the bodyguards shoots Quartzy to make her leave alone Stratos.

Bradley: Quartzy NO!!!

Bizcocho escapes scared by the shoot

Stratos and his bodyguards take Bradley to the Limo and drived away without.

Martin: Viejo conche su madre... [Bitch]

Lexy: *sees after Quartzy* Oww no.. Bradley...

Quartzy:*moves*

Lexy: Oh shit is alive!!

Martin: *takes off the dart* it's not an actual bullet.. it's a Dart

Quartzy: *thinks* Ok I'm a little unlucky with shootings.

Martín: what a relief she is alive *holds her* let's take care of her while she recovers.

Lexy: Oki Doki.

9:49 pm

Stratos have seended Bradley to the Round house jail as a punishment.

Stratos: You cross the line young man.. I told you million times to don't go outside in the night, anything you want to say?

Bradley: You killed Quartzy..

Stratos: don't avoid my question..

Bradley: You killed my dog..and you left her behind as a trash..

Stratos: I didn't killed her, my bodyguards actually shoot her with a pacifier Dart.

Bradley:*sighs*...

Stratos: You would be here all the night and the rest of the next day..*leaves*

Bradley:*sighs* If you already consider me as a monster.. i would give you a real monster *Takes off his right badge*...

His hand started burning again but not with more strength.

While that Betrayus have watched everything with full of rage.

Betrayus: My Son have finally discovered his powers and a part of the truth.. Dear brother you will pay for this.

[asphyxiateher]

Only Monsters Come Out at Night *Chapter 6*

Chapter 6: How Do I Live Without the Ones I Love? Summary: Veronica wants Desdemona to come to her senses and escape Castle Dimitrescu with her. The problem is...Desdemona doesn’t want to. A/N: Character death. Graphic descriptions of violence. I  tried to link my previous chapters and I’m having issues sjfodsogsdkg I’ll edit when I get a chance to lol

              Desdemona was slowly losing her mind the longer she tried to stay alive in Castle Dimitrescu. Alcina’s daughters were more than what she could handle but she did what she could to stay on their good side. Her methods were unusual to say the least, but she managed to live another day because of her strategizing. Bela was the eldest daughter, so her needs came first when she required Desdemona’s attention. Cassandra was the middle child, and she had her own insecurities that made her a little high maintenance, but Desdemona didn’t mind that at all. Daniela was…well, she was certainly rambunctious enough to keep the surviving Hawthorne twin on her toes. Desdemona had managed to prevent another poor maiden from being struck by a blunt object by immediately interfering and pulling Bela to the side to calm her down with a kiss. They stayed in each other’s warm embrace for quite a while, giving the maiden time to excuse herself and run off elsewhere. The distraction was effective, and Desdemona could have pulled away the moment she knew the other woman was safe, but she didn’t. Bela hummed happily against her lips and Desdemona reveled in the feeling of being wanted so of course she was reluctant to break the spell between her and Bela. That’s what was starting to feel unusual for Desdemona. The more time she spent with each of the sisters, the less she hated it. They were evil, filthy creatures and yet she could not get enough of them.

Cassandra made her forget that she was a sadistic monster that enjoyed tormenting the people around her for giggles. Desdemona decided to watch some of her movies with Cassandra on her laptop, and she made the mistake of playing Chicago, her all-time favorite musical. As soon as ‘Cell Block Tango’ came on, Cassandra became so infatuated with the song and the scene itself, she asked Desdemona to replay it several times until she memorized the lyrics. It was fascinating to observe the vampire attempt to recreate the dances she had just seen so she laughed at the utter absurdity of it all. Cassandra suddenly stopped dancing and glared at Desdemona. “What are you laughing at?” She asks, now completely uncertain of herself as she nervously plays with her hair.

“Nothing, I swear. You just look so happy, it’s kind of cute.” Desdemona replies, her mouth snapping shut the moment she realized what she had just told the other woman.

She’s blushing now, unsure of why she had just told her captor that she thought she was cute. Cassandra’s scowl slowly turns into a knowing smirk, and she places her hands on her hips as she stares down at Desdemona with hungry eyes. Desdemona gulps. Was she about to be gutted alive or were they about to engage in what Cassandra calls physical play? She didn’t have a chance to rethink what she could have done differently in that moment as Cassandra throws herself on top of Desdemona, her hands clawing at her clothes and cupping the most intimate parts of her body. While Cassandra respected her boundaries when it came to wanting more, Desdemona did not come out of that room unscathed.

The hickeys and bruises did not bother any of the sisters much as they knew they had to share their favorite little pet between all of them. Daniela enjoyed marking Desdemona as much as the other two did but she was convinced her love bites meant more to her human pet because their “love” was true and eternal. Desdemona dared not contradict her in fear of her throat being slit but she played along with it. Eventually, Daniela would grow bored of her, would she not? It was hard to say especially when she wanted to snuggle with Desdemona almost every night and wanted her to read one of her books aloud. Desdemona would read to Daniela and the red-haired vampire would listen patiently, her fingers tracing senseless patterns along her plaything’s arms.

Other days, Daniela liked to play rough and tossed Desdemona around like a rag doll when it was her turn to spend time with the pet. Daniela just wanted to assert her dominance with the human and to let her know that she was hers to love and play with. Desdemona endured painful slaps to her face and rear, bites to her breasts and deep scratches on her back only for Daniela to giggle at her handiwork and whisper in her ear how much she loved seeing the smaller girl covered in her markings. It ought to be too much to bear for Desdemona, but for some reason…it wasn’t enough. She kept going back for more every time so she must have learned to like it. Desdemona figured she must have been conditioned to enjoy it because no longer could she hear the rational voice in her head telling her to run away and push back but instead, she hears whispers that soothe her into submission. She is convinced she’s losing her mind and her best friend could easily verify that.

In fact, Veronica had not been herself either for quite some time, Desdemona noticed, and her behavior had been odd ever since she toured unseen parts of the mansion with Lady Dimitrescu. Her demeanor was subdued in a way she had never seen before, and she tried asking her friend about it but all she would get in return was a furious shaking of her head. There was no glimmer of hope in Veronica’s eyes anymore; instead, Desdemona found herself staring into a void of despair whenever she tried meeting her friend’s gaze. It was a little worrying for a while until one day, she recognized a familiar spark ignite in Veronica once more.

 Her friend was hot-headed and sometimes the littlest of things could set her off and today, of all days, Veronica reacted to the sight of Desdemona cozying up to Daniela in the library. Desdemona was not aware that her best friend was allowed to roam the premises freely but judging by the uniform her friend was presumably forced into, she was possibly tasked with cleaning the ground level while the other maids were sent upstairs. Veronica kept a neutral facial expression as she approached her best friend, but she swallowed hard at the sight of Daniela’s hand being held by Desdemona. She couldn’t help but clear her throat awkwardly as she stood in front of them snuggled up so comfortably on the couch.

“Dezzy, I need to have a word with you…in private, if you can grant me the time.” Veronica says stiffly, her nostrils flaring the longer she found herself staring at Desdemona. As for Desmond’s twin, she was in such a state that would imply she had just gotten intimate with the vampire with the smug grin on her face. Veronica noticed a new hickey on the nape of her best friend’s neck, and she had to clench her fists to keep herself grounded.

“Veronica! Yeah, I’ve been wondering where you went, I think we need to catch up. Will you excuse us, Daniela?” Desdemona responds, her cheeks reddening at the fact that she had been caught in a private moment with one of her mistresses.

 Daniela lazily glances up at her mother’s little plaything and grimaces at the sight of her.

“Don’t keep me waiting, love. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Daniela says as she plants a sloppy kiss on the corner of Desdemona’s mouth. She casts a menacing look over to Veronica before she turns to walk away, giggling like a madwoman.

Desdemona exhales anxiously and gestures for Veronica to lead the way into the corridor. Veronica ignores the request and leads them to the nearest available window, staring outside and trying to make sense of what she could. The windows were frosted over, ice building up quickly and the view of the outside world was smothered by snow. Desdemona used to like the cold weather, but recently, she’s developed an aversion to freezing temperatures. She wanted to stay warm and snuggled up close with Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. She could not admit it out loud, but she ached to be near any of them and there was a profound sense of longing whenever she was away too long. She is changing and she thinks Veronica has noticed.

“You know, it’s amazing how quickly you’ve forgotten that these freaks were responsible for Desmond’s death. Our mothers are out there trying to get a hold of us because we haven’t been keeping in touch like we’ve promised and now they’re thinking something horrible must have happened. News flash: your twin brother, my loving boyfriend, was disemboweled in front of us and you’re out here fucking the vampires that are torturing us! What the fuck, Desdemona?!” Veronica shouted, the calm and collected manner in how she usually carried herself in conversations quickly turning up a few notches.

Desdemona was taken aback, clearly not prepared to have this conversation with her best friend though she knew it wasn’t going to be easy regardless.

“V-Veronica, I haven’t seen you in three days since you Alcina took you and you want to talk about what I’ve resorted to doing for survival?” Desdemona asks, ignoring the way Veronica rolled her eyes at that.

“For survival or for your sick pleasure, Des? In the past few days since my unfortunate trip down to what I think is the portal to Hell, I’ve seen you and how you behave around these monsters. I’m worried for you; I think they’re changing you and I don’t like it. I understand being compliant out of fear, but you’ve been getting real goddamn cozy with them, like they’re all your lovers or whatever! I need you to tell me what is going on because from my perspective, it looks like you stopped giving a shit about survival and you are just giving yourself freely to them like some pathetic, spineless slut!” Veronica replies hotly, taking a step towards Desdemona, who doesn’t flinch. Daniela was still hovering around the library but she instantly appears next to a bookshelf to observe the conversation more carefully should the other human overstep her boundaries. She pulls out her sickle and grips it tightly in case she has to defend her lover from the loud-mouthed pet her mother enjoyed tormenting.

“You have some nerve, Veronica, you won’t even tell me what happened to you down there! You don’t think I’ve been traumatized by what I’ve experienced so far? I don’t know what’s fucking happening to me anymore! Everything you’re telling me to do, like find weaknesses and whatnot, it all makes sense to me but it’s not sinking in for whatever reason. I have this urge to run away but it goes away when I hear these voices in my head telling me not to leave the girls. I’m tethered to all of them, V, I don’t know how but there’s this fucking connection I have with each and every one of them and it’s like I’m in physical pain when I think about hurting or leaving them. I’m more whole as a person now then I ever was before because of them and I don’t know what that says about me.” Tears begin to stream down Desdemona’s face and Veronica somewhat relents.

She lets out a frustrated sigh and places a comforting hand on Desdemona’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before she speaks to her with a calm voice.

 “You want to talk about traumatic experiences, then let’s do it without downplaying each other’s experiences. I clearly don’t know what you’re going through, it sounds…difficult, and very hard to believe, but you’re obviously bothered by it. Do you want to know what I just went through to get the opportunity to speak to you outside of the dungeon? Another maid paid with her life to grant me this position. The countess dragged me to some dark, untouched part of the castle where we were confronted by this horrifying…slimy, blob creature that looked like a goddamn mutated fetus.” “You can hear its ungodly laughter as it approached us and from the elevator, Alcina pushed out the other maid that was with us and she locked the door behind her. I had to watch this ungodly science experiment eat another human being alive and Alcina made me watch every second of it. Every bone crunching sound it made and the unforgettable wailing from the poor maid haunts me when I try to fall asleep at night. If it weren’t for that maid, I doubt I’d be up here begging you to come to your senses. I need your help, Dezzy. Please understand how much I need you to see how badly we need to get the fuck out of here.” Veronica finishes as she pulls Desdemona into a hug. She’s weeping onto her shoulder now and all Desdemona could do was squeeze her tighter and hold her for longer. Even though Veronica had been ready to throw hands with Desdemona, it was almost always too easy to get her to calm down when she held her like this in her arms. Everything felt normal in that moment, like everything was as it should be but deep down, Desdemona knew that wasn’t true. Especially when Veronica sniffed and pulled out a journal, almost like it was a personal diary, and placed it in Desdemona’s hands.

“I think once you read the first few entries, you’ll be a little more comfortable with the idea of leaving this place once and for all, just you and me. I found this while I was snooping around in that horrible part of the castle and I just knew I had to show you. All we have to do is open a few windows and we can do away with lady Dimitrescu’s daughters. Once we get rid of them, we escape mama’s wrath and run back home where we belong.” Veronica tells Desdemona as she plants a kiss on her forehead. Desdemona did not have much of a chance to respond before Daniela spoke up for her. They hear maniacal laughter echoing from behind one of the bookshelves and it’s all it takes for Veronica’s sour mood to return.

“Get rid of me and my sisters? Oh you foul human, it’s so adorable that you think you can take on all of us, let alone me. I’ll let you off with a warning because my plaything is attached to you for whatever reason but touch her again, I’ll shove this sickle so far down your throat, you’ll be shitting steel. Now back off!” Daniela warns as she approaches Veronica, a move her friend was hoping would happen since they just so happened to be standing next to a window.

Guilt begins to settle in the pit of Desdemona’s stomach as a new conflict arose from within. She shouldn’t be conspiring against her mistresses for they loved and cared for her but then again, she should be siding with her best friend, someone she had known since she was eight years old. She didn’t know what to do, her worry beginning to initiate a full blown panic attack. “Why don’t you make me back off, you disgusting piece of rotten filth! If I’m going to go out, it’s going to be on my fucking terms and I’m not going down without a fight.” Veronica says as she shoves Desdemona behind her.

Daniela smirks, then raises her sickle in preparation for the fight to come. What comes next sends both Daniela and Desdemona into a panic. Veronica quickly twists around to fully open the window, a freezing cold blast of air hitting Daniela and impairing her almost immediately. The pained shriek she lets out could be felt throughout the castle, but Desdemona feels it tugging at her heart.

“I…don’t…do well…in the…cold! You can’t stop me…mother…will kill…you!” Daniela moans, dropping her weapon as she starts to solidify under the intense temperature change in the room.

The red-haired woman is wildly swinging her arms around and Desdemona can tell she’s slowing down. It’s only going to get worse, and Desdemona is torn.

Veronica rushes to pick up the bust of a famous historical figure off the nearest pedestal and slams it against Daniela’s head. She howls in pain and Desdemona has to hold back tears as she watches her best friend attempt to murder Alcina’s youngest. She’s frozen to the spot, painfully aware that Veronica is shouting at her and ordering her to help her but she hears dark whispers in her head again. “Daniela, what on Earth are you shouting about – wait, what are you doing to my daughter?! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HER AT ONCE!” Alcina’s voice booms through the library and it seems to pull Desdemona out of her reverie.

Alcina looks furious as she strides towards them from across the library, her claws beginning to form and from either side of her follow both of her daughters with terrified expressions on their faces as they watch their sister die from the harsh winter cold air. “Mother, what about Daniela? Is there anything we can do for her or is it too late!?” “Daniela, no, hold on just a little longer, we’re almost there!” Veronica glances over at Desdemona and tosses over Daniela’s sickle to her. “Come on, Des, it’s now or never, let’s send out the message that we should never have gotten fucked with. Let’s go!” She shouts as she encourages Desdemona to deliver the killing blow.

Desdemona is violently shaking as she observes Daniela’s form slowly start to freeze over and it isn’t until she sees the heart-breaking expression on the dying woman’s face that Desdemona decides what to do.

“I don’t…want…to die!” She screeches, the words vibrating in Desdemona’s skull.

The dark whispers tell her that she can still save Daniela’s life and that all would be forgiven should she do so. Her mistress loves her, and she needs her to love her back. Desdemona would have to forsake her old life in order to live out the rest of her days in Castle Dimitrescu but the only obstacle that was left remained alive: Veronica.

Her best friend since elementary school, Desdemona closes her eyes and fondly remembers the first time they met. Veronica brought her Spice Girl dolls to play with at recess but nobody wanted to play with her. Desdemona shyly approached her and asked if she could join in on the fun because she loved the Spice Girls too and Veronica welcomed her into her life. Ever since then, the girls became inseparable. From sleepovers to prom night to celebrating each other’s eighteenth birthdays by going to LGBT nightclubs, Veronica was like family to Desdemona. After this holiday trip, Desmond was going to propose to V and they were all going to move in together down in Colorado where Veronica’s mother lived and where V planned on continuing going to school.

Desdemona exhales and steadies her grip on the sickle as she walks towards the open window. She slams it shut, reluctantly turning to face Veronica who was just about to smash the bust against Daniela’s face again. Cassandra and Bela immediately rush over to Daniela and embrace their younger sibling, relief etched on Alcina’s face for a moment before she refocused her rage towards Veronica.

Desdemona couldn’t take it anymore, she knew she had to follow her heart and so she did. “Dezzy, what the fuck are you -hhhng!” Veronica begins, her jaw dropping as the heavy bust she’d been carrying fell to the floor.

The last thing Veronica’s beautiful dark brown eyes saw were a pair of cold, gray eyes staring at her with regret and soft pink lips mouthing “I’m so sorry, Veronica!” repeatedly. Desdemona pierced through the side of Veronica’s skull with Daniela’s sickle, her hands twisting and pushing until all life finally drained out of her best friend. The hardest part for Desdemona was watching the light leave those familiar pretty eyes and it was all because of her. When she yanked the sickle back out, V’s body dropped to the floor with a loud thud and a chunk of flesh remained on the edge of the weapon she had just used on her best friend. Desdemona felt bile rise in the back of her throat, so she turned and threw up, her hands still shaking after she was able to gather her strength to look up again.

Alcina’s claws retracted as the woman stared down at Veronica’s corpse before looking back at Daniela then over to Desdemona, who was now kneeling on the ground.

“You saved my daughter’s life. Words cannot express how grateful I am for your intervention. I understand this may be difficult for you, but you made the right choice. Thank you.” Alcina tells Desdemona, leaning over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder before retreating to where her daughters stood.

“She saved my life! I told you Desdemona loves me the most out of all of us! She truly cares for me!” Daniela croaks out, trying her best to wriggle free from her sisters’ hold on her but they were stubborn.

“Not bad for her first kill. I prefer a hot blood bath myself, but I’m seriously impressed. Oh crap, I think she’s going to freak out.” Cassandra says with a chuckle as they all watch Desdemona react to Veronica’s death with interest.

Desdemona was sobbing uncontrollably now, her body rocking back and forth as she tries to wipe off the blood on her hands. Her eyes flick over to the sickle with the chunk of brain on the end of it and back to Veronica’s lifeless body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, V! I loved you more than anything!” She whispers to herself, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort. It wasn’t going to last long, however, as Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters surrounded Desdemona and Veronica’s corpse laying at their feet.

“Tonight we celebrate each and every one of you with a feast. This wasn’t how I wanted dinner to be served, but as you can see, Desdemona Hawthorne is eager to please. How can we refuse such a beautiful gift from our lovely newcomer? I say dig in, girls.” Alcina declares before she walks over to Desdemona’s kneeling form and forcefully sets her upright.

“Wait- wait, what do you mean dinner is served? What are you going to do to Veronica’s body?” Desdemona asked with desperation evident in her voice.

Alcina Dimitrescu simply smiled and held Desdemona close to her body, keeping her in place with a headlock so tight that if the younger girl tried to escape, Alcina could easily pull it right off. “Your corruption is not yet complete my dear. I am simply welcoming you to my family and you will become accustomed to how we do everything around here. My daughters love you and you will learn to love everything about them, including how they feast on the blood of the innocent. Now hush, girl, and be thankful you are not the corpse ready to be devoured.” Alcina whispers in her ear before she laughs at Desdemona’s feeble attempts to escape.

“No, oh for the love of God, please don’t make me watch! That’s m-my best friend, please don’t do this to me! I’d rather you kill me now, please, just don’t make me watch!” Desdemona pleads and screams but it does nothing, it only sweetens the air around the ravenous vampires who are about to tear into the corpse at their feet. Daniela growls when she uses her sickle to cut off Veronica’s tongue, Bela giggles as she begins to yank out Veronica’s piercings one by one and Cassandra has already begun working on tearing out her limbs. “Save me her mouth, I wish to savor the flavor of a pathetic nobody that dared to try and take away my precious Desdemona.” Daniela says as she throws her head back to laugh wildly along with Bela and Cassandra.

Desdemona’s screams and protests are ignored, Alcina forcing her eyes open as she’s forced to watch the three vampires consume her best friend. When Bela cuts into certain parts of her flesh, blood sprays out and lands on Desdemona’s face, causing the young girl to feel faint. She eventually can’t handle the horror of watching the girls tear apart Veronica and so she passes out in Lady Dimitrescu’s arms. The last thing she remembers hearing before the world fades to black is Cassandra chastising her mother for laughing and begs her to let Desdemona sleep in her arms instead.