#to not end up locked in a hidden room in some manor

[ulfhrafnx]

" that was a foolish decision. " ( from wesker )

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄.

he taunts her with each calculated , languid step he takes , pushing boundaries without need for physical force. it makes her skin crawl , so she growls , a guttural and bestial sound resonating deep within her chest. she is no monster made like him , she is one born , and in that truth was her strength.

body language warns that cornering her in this way will only end in blood. still he advances , his ego his greatest weakness.

she's all claws and teeth , a rabid dog fighting the chains that bind , even in this misleading form , more than eager to bite the hand that feeds , no matter the repercussions. better dead than leashed -- or imprisoned.

the moment he's within reach she strikes, teeth sinking into the flesh of his forearm , ripping with a strength capable of rending the appendage clean off.

' that was a foolish decision , ' he says , as her mouth fills with blood , and she knows he's right. he's too close. there’s no where left for her to go — but she’ll die fighting for her freedom regardless.

[lotus-slumbers]

Yandere! Batfam that just want to leave you alone and watch from the shadows. That want nothing to do with you under any circumstances, ever, because when they have stuff to do with others— others who are normal, who are weak— it usually ends up with someone dying or being crippled.

Yandere! Batfam that have been able to brood and sit in their silence with one another for years but now every time they try, on patrol or in the cold halls of the manor or Bat Cave, just keep crawling back to you.

Yandere! Batfam that understands this isn't healthy or normal but needs to know more about you and how you are doing at any given moment.

Yandere! Batfam that doesn't save you from a home invasion but conducts one, scaring you shitless when you come home to your doors left wide open and several things missing.

Yandere! Batfam that knows the police will never catch on to them just as they know you'll never realize that there are now cameras inside every room of your house and a security system.

Yandere! Batfam that probably shouldn't have taken some of your most cherished items and should have taken something expensive instead to really sell the break in story.

Yandere! Batfam that tries to use their connections to convince the police that it's not a stalker.

Yandere! Batfam that doesn't care shortly after and takes you in the night without a trace.

Yandere! Batfam that adores you even when you're doing nothing but cursing them out and throwing things at them from across the room.

Yandere! Batfam that tries to convince you that you're being the unreasonable one here, that they're doing you a favor by spiriting you away from the cruel world and into one full of comfort and love.

Yandere! Batfam that will out themselves as vigilantes because they know you'll never get away from them. They'll claim you were in terrible danger, that you need to stay hidden away behind their closed doors.

Yandere! Batfam that will spoil you rotten if you let them. Anything, anything at all that you could ever want or dream of, is yours if you only ask.

Yandere! Batfam that would never raise a hand to you but would lock you up and sedate you if need be.

Yandere! Batfam that will almost kill someone if they get between you and them. Especially if it's a threat of your safety

Yandere! Batfam that has a new reason to double down on reforming Gotham City, even if you'll never be able to see it.

[madschiavelique]

So I thought up a smutty request last night for romanced Gale! Gale makes use of an invisibility spell:

Tav and Gale are on a stealth mission and Gale casts invisibility. During the mission they duck into a narrow alcove to escape the notice of a few guards on patrol.

“Wait. Why are we hiding?” Tav asks, hyper aware of how closely they’re pressed together.

“Instinct I suppose.” Gale says, grateful for the spell that hides his amorous blushing. “Eh-hem. I did just have an idea though.” He continues in low voice.

Tav stares into the darkness, confused. Realization dawns as they feel his excitement growing against their thigh.

“Oh! But… now?!” They whisper.

“Perhaps not now, perhaps at some point back at camp… if you’re amenable to… surprises.”

Now it’s Tav’s turn to blush without being seen.

“Yes.” They breathe, trying to reign in their own excitement and anticipation.

What do you think would happen when they get back to camp😏?

omg i'm sorry i took so long for this but i cooked harder than i thought for it and it's good (i think ?) ; a special thank u to @gracethyomen for proofreading me <333

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ pairing : gale x fem!reader

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : smut (mdni), use of spells for sex (hold person, blindness, mage hand, enthral), soft dom gale, finger fucking, gale is a teasing fuck, female/afab reader, if i forgot any other do tell pls !

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 5,5k

It was supposed to be simple. Some kind of artefact retrieval without eyes or ears to witness about it. Scrolls and spells were ready, potions were about to be drunk, and your tools to disarm and lockpick anything were all properly arranged in your purse.

Gale was travelling lightly with no staff. Simply a belt with a few scrolls of Dimensional Door and Misty Step attached to it, ready to be used.

You had managed to get up some vines on the side of the manor containing the desired artefact, shushing Gale as he huffed and puffed upon arriving at the top of it.

“We could have just used a scroll to travel such heights,” he whispered.

“Who knows,” you murmured back, “we might need those soon.” You’d continued your way, silent as a shadow while Gale tried his very best not to trip on his robes as he knelt every now and then.

After following the instructions that had been given to you, you arrived at the room where the artefact was - fortunately enough for you - its current owner deemed it insufficiently important enough for it to be displayed at the very centre of the room. But rather it was placed on one of the shelves.. 

You lock-picked the balcony’s door linked to the room with sufficient ease, and once in it Gale made sure to point out to you that the stand on which the artefact was placed was trapped. 

You observed the mechanism and how you were supposed to take care of it, but during your meticulous contemplation, the gaze of your companion lingered on you with an intensity which you felt didn’t communicate any kind of danger.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you whispered as you started dismembering the trap.

“Just admiring your concentration. As the days pass I understand how an artist never grows tired of his muse’s profile.” he hummed, his voice low.

You almost missed the proper sensitive screw of the trapped base, a hiccup of your heart making your hand tremble as your cheeks warmed.

After disarming it properly and placing the artefact in a bag, you left by the same way you had both entered. You were a bit less worried about being crouched and properly hidden now. You had retrieved the artefact without a problem, and now if you had to escape you could just use some scrolls or potions of Feather Fall to jump from wherever you were.

You simply walked on an outside balcony, listening to any new sounds in the night that could mean the approach of a guard.

“You surprised me before, you know.” you ended up whispering as you walked. 

“I am the one surprised you haven’t had such words spoken to you before, does it seem that unusual to you ?” he questioned.

“It’s not about that, although… whatever it’s just that it came out of nowh-”

But your words were cut as he grabbed your waist and pulled you in an alcove, murmuring the invisibility spell and allowing you both to disappear in the night. You were about to question him but he simply pressed his pointer finger to his lips, shushing you.

The resonating sounds of clicketing armour came to your ears, two guards walking next to one another in the far distance speaking about how boring the reception was at the manor tonight. Your heart was beating so hard you were certain Gale could hear it. You were so close to him, his hand firmly placed on your waist, your eyes unable to decipher where his own were.

He hummed, a shiver running down your spine as he moved his hand from your waist to the small of your back.

However, one thing struck you in the silence: the guards had not continued past you both. It seemed that they had chosen to patrol one section of the many corridors throughout the area… It seems you and Gale had grossly overestimated their dedication to the job.

“Wait,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. “Why are we hiding ?”

“Instinct I suppose.” His voice was low, yet filled with a sort of surprise. As if he had been pulled out of a dream, content with the idea that his furious blush was hidden. “I…” he was searching for his words and you could feel his breath crash on your cheek and ear, hanging on his lips in the waiting of what he was about to say. “I have an idea though.”

You couldn’t read his mind, from all the scrolls and potions you had to pick this one was the spell you wished you had with you. It wasn’t long before you understood. He sighed as the hand on your lower back pulled you slowly towards him, and he hummed. Your chest swelled when you inhaled, your mouth agape as you felt the hardness that was pressing against your thigh, and the realisation dawned on you.

“Oh…” you whispered, feeling the insistence of his gaze on you. “But… now ?”

“Perhaps not now,” he breathed, his forehead pressing against yours, “perhaps at some point back at camp, if you’re amenable to… surprises.”

You felt the way his lips curled in a small smile as he whispered the last word, and you felt your cheeks warming up. You tilted your head slightly, feeling your nose brushing against his as you opened your lips, feeling his own sigh fall onto them.

“Yes,” you murmured, trying to contain your excitement like it was about to overflow.

His chuckle was low, his hand finding yours, his thumb painting circular motions on the back of it.

“Then we better get back.”

You felt his forehead leave yours, and you supposed that he was checking if the guards were still there, whom you had completely forgotten about in your intimate haze. They had disappeared behind the corner, and Gale took no further minute before murmuring : 

“Non fit injura,” the featherfall spell. 

In but a second you were both imbued with a feeling of lightness, and if you thought your heart was about to fly out of your chest just mere minutes ago, you were now positively sure that if you excitement could grow wings you’d fly higher than any dragon.

You both took your impetus before dashing and jumping. You repressed the giggle that bubbled up your chest while falling. You reached the ground in perfect shape, hearing the slightest grunt somewhere on your left side from Gale. 

Sooner than you had expected, the invisibility spell vanished and you saw him. The moon’s light was shining on his earring as his eyes caught yours. There was a gleam of which even the stars could not match, a darkness filling his eyes like two onyx pearls.

“Shall we ?” he smiled, offering you his hand.

You felt like your smile would crack your face, and you took his hand in yours as you made your way to the camp.

You were received by the rest of the group, cheered on by the companions as they pointed to the artefact in question. Your first task at the start of the next day was to give this artefact to an apothecary, but the next day could wait: your thoughts were focused on Gale's words.

Surprises... What specifically did he mean by that?

Dinner came, and your companions asked you about the progress of your mission. Gale was the obvious narrator. He, who had so much love for recounting his anecdotes, began to describe at length the beauty of the building you had been in, slipping in here and there that Astarion would have appreciated the debauched party the hosts were having. Pointing out to Wyll that an acquaintance of the Blade’s father was apparently involved in all these celebrations, all the while occasionally making the group laugh.

"Are you perfectly certain that nobody saw you?" asked Shadowheart.

Gale's eyes rested on you for what seemed like an eternity. He had intentionally omitted to mention your slight pause on the way out. "Definitely safe," he assured.

Bedtime came and everyone went back to their tents. You passed Gale, his eyes roaming up and down your body before returning to your face, and his gaze moved from yours to your lips before he entered his tent.

Your own tent was a little way from the group's, and as leader of said group, they'd let you have a corner to yourself to let you breathe. Most of them were aware that you were trying as hard as you could to maintain a band of adventurers who were all comically different, and that this was no easy task. So they agreed you were entitled to a slightly more secluded corner for your peace and quiet.

But your peace and quiet did not give you rest from your whirling thoughts. As you finished taking off your day gear, a constant stream of questions took over your thoughts. 

Should you wait for Gale to come and see you? Should you go to him? At some point back at camp... What if he hadn't designated today? What if, after all, the adrenalin had worn off and his desires were no longer present? You didn't know what to do.

All your doubts were put aside, however, when one of the sides of your tent was raised and Gale stepped into it. His eyes were just as dark as when you landed outside the manor. You faced him, motionless, your heart fluttering between your ribs as he moved slowly towards you.

It wasn't long before he was as close to you as he had been in the alcove of the manor - a deep sigh echoing in his chest as his breath hit your ear and his beard scratched your cheek.

You tilted your head, looking up at him through your lashes, your eyes going from his eyes to his lips and trying not to look too desperate. He came to cup your face with his hand, and you leaned into his touch. His thumb softly grazed your skin, his second hand placing itself on your hip.

"I never thought waiting would be such a torment, yet this evening has proved to me otherwise." He murmured, his hand on your hip moving again to the small of your back to press you against him.

You brushed your nose against his, feeling his warmth and the weight of his words.

"Then why not end it now ?" you whispered back.

"Because I want to appreciate you," he murmured, his lips barely brushing yours, "delight in the sight of you, ink you in my mind..."

He didn't go on with his sentence, just let his lips touch yours, both your bodies relaxing instantly. Both of your hands came to his shoulder, one of them venturing to cup his face. He was gentle at first, almost hesitant, before revealing his hunger.

The hand that was cupping your cheek travelled to the back of your neck to kiss you harder, bring you closer to him, a surprised moan vibrating from your lips as his fingers combed their way in your hair.

As you leaned your head back from the slight pull he made, his lips lowered on your jaw, kissing your pulse point, your neck was to be his, now. He’d been sorely displeased when finding out you’d allowed Astarion to drink from it. From you. He came back to take your lips, his hands coming to unlace your shirt.

You lowered yours to mirror his intentions, but he gently took both of your wrists in his and brought them up to your head. 

“Hm hm,” he hummed like a softened tutting of a scolding parent, and through the haze you saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

His fingers continued to take care in removing your shirt, but you couldn’t help the feeling, the need to touch him and be touched by him. 

You had waited enough, and so hadhe. He had no right to tease you so, to caress you with sweet words all evening and not let you have your fingers brush on his own skin.

Your arms lowered again, a hand placed on his shoulder as the other one rested on the back of his neck to bring him into another kiss, hungry, devouring his lips as he hummed and sighed in relief.

But in his chest rumbled a dark sound, vibrating on your lips before he whispered into them : 

“Non movere.” In an instant, lilac glyphs and squares grew on the ground, and soon enough your body wasn’t yours to command anymore. 

Unable to move byyour own will, you stood there, certain that whatever breeze coming over you would not be able to make even a single hair on your head move. Your wrists and ankles were stiffened, it was as if you had been blocked in a mould that you had yet to come out of… the new masterpiece of your creator.

You knew this feeling, knew the shape of it, the metallic smell of magic it left in the air once it was spoken.

You couldn’t do anything other than blink and let your lips part in complete surprise as your eyes fell on the glint of mischief his gaze held: he had just cast the Hold Person spell. On you.

He took a step back, observing you up and down his work, tilting his head to the side in his contemplation.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as the thrill of all kinds of possibilities electrified every limb of your body in anticipation.

His eyes set back to yours, and for once looking into Gale’s eyes gave you no response as to what was about to come.

“I mentioned earlier tonight,” he took a step forward you again, his pointer finger hooking under your chin to make sure your eyes wouldn’t leave his, “That I had a few surprises for you. Didn’t I, my little muse?”

His eyes did not leave yours as the back of his hooked finger traced the skin down your neck, brushing your pulse point. His stare darkened atthe feel of your rapid heartbeat.

His touch woke goosebumps in its path, blossoming on your skin as a warm shiver ran down your spine, arching your back as much as you could with the spell holding your body. Your breath hitched with a sharp inhale.

“You plant such ideas in my mind…” his finger traced your collarbone in a measured and agonising unhurriedness, “the driest of lands would flourish back to life by the thought of you.”

His voice had gone low, his words slow. His eyes searched for every reaction your body could provide by the single brush of his fingers on your skin. You tried pushing forward, tried moving to feel more than his fingertips on you, but the spell was holding you tight in place.

He hovered over the curve of your chest, your clothes suddenly feeling like they were becoming unnecessary. He finally reached the laces he had left to tie you in the air, continuing to untie them with the same ease.

“So impatient, what am I to do with you?” he said, his fingers untying the last remaining string.

His hands left it, your eyebrows furrowing as you let out an annoyed sigh. Your body was hot, your clothes now unwanted on your skin. The only thing covering you that could bring you satisfaction was Gale's touch covering your entire body.

He took a step to the side, then another, until he was no longer in your line of vision. But you felt his presence, felt his breath on the back of your neck as both his hands settled on your waist.

“Do you have a single idea…” he murmured, his mouth lowered to your ear as his hands moved up your waist to reach your arms and manipulate them to raise them above your head with incredible ease, “How hard you make it for me to keep my hands off you?”

His hands brushed against yours for a moment, making you shiver as your breath hitched in your chest, pushing it taught like a sail in the wind. His lips brushing against your ear made you want to turn your head to kiss him, to reach him, but the spell was binding you.

His hands went down following the curves of your body until they reached the sides of your shirt. He pinched them with both hands before whispering: “Caecus te.”

Your next blink left you in absolute darkness, your vision having been momentarily robbed by the incantation of the Blinding spell.

All the sensations were completely different, as if amplified. The warmth of Gale's breath on the back of your neck made you shudder and let out a soft moan, his scent of parchment and warm velvet perfumed your air, and his voice echoed in your soul like a white light as you felt his hands brush against your bare skin while removing your shirt. 

“Feeling you in the alcove bewitched me.”

Sparks burst beneath your skin as his fingertips barely grazed your waist, passing like a feather over your ribs before gently pulling your shirt over your head until the night air enveloped your upper body.

The distinct sound of your shirt falling to the floor in a heap of fabric almost made you jump. Gale's breath was no longer at the back of your neck, and the rustle of his clothes somewhere around you was your only indicator that he was still there.

Your breathing quickened, the uncertainty of what he was going to do to you making your heart and body race.

You gasped as the warmth of his hand touched the bare skin on your waist, suddenly inhaling. Its twin came to rest on your hip, the warmth of his palm spreading to your bones.

‘Your body is one I shall worship till my last breath is stolen from me,’ he whispered, his breath landing on your face, and you drank in his words through parted lips.

His fingers ran up your body like ivy over a statue in an abandoned garden, so that it would never be left alone. His fingertips brushed against the flesh of your breasts, covered by your underclothes, his touch tinting your skin with a warm light as it passed over the landscape of your body.

You wanted to press your body against his, to nestle your face in the nape of his neck as you embraced him, wishing you were no longer covered by anything and letting him roam every inch of your body.

His hands went down to the leather lace of your trousers, pulling on a single string to undo the buckle you made every morning. Your trousers had always been too big for you, with the last few weeks of emaciated food in camp and the constant fighting and walking making the loop to be tightened a little more every time. 

So it came as no surprise when the garment fell to the ground with a thump, revealing the remnant of skin that he had yet to see.

A low rumble vibrated in his chest and echoed on your skin, breathing in his air and all you could catch of him in the darkness you inhabited.

“Gods…” his voice had come closer, and the air seemed less cool as your cheeks heated.

His fingers hovered over your hip, running down your thigh as the other hand traced from below your navel to the edge of your underwear.

You heard him swallow, his breath landing on your chest and the beginning of your stomach. His head was down, his concentration complete. Your body was boiling, waiting for his every move.

“But before I can enjoy touching you, I want to look at you.”

And then his fingers left you cold, the sensation of freshness returning as you felt him no longer beside you. The contrast of the absence of contact was sudden, completely disorientating.

“Gale?” you called,

You chased him with your ears, looking for him in everything you could hear, everything you could smell, everything your body could feel. And just when you thought he had vanished into thin air or left, you heard: 

"Veni et iuva me."

You felt nothing on the spot. There was no physical change, nothing was blocked, nothing was new. But you shuddered at the thought of what he had just said: the Mage Hand spell.

"I won't touch you," you heard him say as you could make out the stool in your tent being moved "just yet, at least."

The legs of the stool were put down, and the rustle of clothes suggested that Gale had just taken his seat, ready to enjoy the spectacle of which he was the creator.

The cool, strange touch of his mage hand delicately grasped your chin. The touch felt icy in the moment, and you wondered whether the nature of the spell made it cool, or whether anything else in the moment would have offered a chilling contrast to the warmth of your desire spread across your body.

The finger followed the same path as Gale had just moments before as it passed from your throat to your collarbone, gently making its way to the valley of your breasts. The tip of his index finger grasped the small strip of fabric running around your torso, pulling it slightly upwards.

The fabric slid over, pressing on the roundness of your tits and making them fuller until they were free. The hand stopped pulling on the strap when it was above your bust.

His finger curved into a hook, tracing the roundness of your breast with the back of it, slipping under the little crease of warm skin where your breasts and torso met. Then he spread out his hand, putting his whole palm on it to embrace it.

His thumb went around the halo of your nipple, gradually approaching your hardened peak. The skin of his thumb came to rest on it, a moan passing your lips.

He made circular movements, sometimes returning to follow the contour of your areola before returning to the central point that had become so sensitive. His index finger joined it to squeeze it, causing you to inhale sharply.

"Do you like the way that feels?"

The hand kept pressing, brushing and caressing with a delicacy and skill that were second to none.

"Mhm," you hummed in response, all your thoughts turned to the delicious sensations you were being given.

"Use your words, my love. Your voice is way too pretty for me not to hear it."

His fingers pressed a little harder on your nipple, an additional moan rising in your throat.

"Yes, I like it." you managed to pronounce in the haze.

"Good," he replied, his voice low, "it would pain me to know you're not enjoying this as much as I am."

You imagined him sitting there, facing you, his hand caressing the air and guiding the blue silhouette against your curves. He was the real master of your desire at that moment, and although you loved the sensation he was giving you, you would have preferred it if it had been his own hand touching you.

You felt the warmth of the knot in your belly building, and your slightly half-open thighs couldn't move to stick together and give you any friction to ease the desire burning inside you. Two words echoed through you: 

"Touch me," expelled your voice.

"Isn't it what I am doing dearest?" he replied as his hand left your breast and moved down your rib.

"I want you to be the one touching me."

His digits ran down your bust, following the curve of your belly until they reached your navel.

"All in due time, my little muse."

His fingers went down to the fabric of your underwear, skimming over the elastic before continuing down your thigh. He took hold of it, gripping it firmly before loosening his grasp, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

His hand ventured to the warm inside of your thigh, and no matter how hard you tried to move your hips forward or press your thighs together, you were getting nowhere, a frustrated sigh rising in your chest.

He caressed the tender skin there, moving up slightly but never reaching the core of your desires.

"Gale," you pleaded with a ragged breath, "I'll let you do anything if you just touch me right now."

You heard him laugh lightly, taking pleasure in the fact that you wanted him so badly.

"Let's not get hasty in promising anything when you're in such a state," he replied. “Besides,” He crooned teasingly. “Whatever I want is already within my reach.”

What other spells could he possibly use? Your thoughts wandered for a few moments over various possibilities as the fingers of the mage's hand made your veins feel like they were made of electricity.

Command to order you to get to your knees or approach him without you having a grasp on your body ? Enlarge to make himself bigger and dominate you better ? Conjure a Myrmidon to join him in seeking your pleasure ?

But all concentration on the subject flew away in a shower of sparks as the fingers of the mage's hand landed on your covered cunt.

A deep whimper of pleasure echoed through the tent as his fingers moved slowly back and forth, caressing you as they moved from your lips to your clit with a cruel slowness. His thumb pressed gently against it, and the heat in your lower belly grew as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip to keep another moan from escaping.

"Don't loweryour voice my dear, no one but me will hear you tonight."

How could he be so sure? How could he say with such certainty that-

A silence spell over the sleeping camp.

Intelligent fucker.

Your teeth loosened the grip they had on your bottom lip, letting your voice rise in the air with every calculated movement the magician made on your pussy.

"I had no idea you were so sensitive," he remarked as he pressed his thumb a little harder, the fabric of your underwear moistening by the second and ruining under his touch.

Eventually, his fingers came to grip the side of the fabric covering you, pulling it aside. The chill of the night air slammed into the damp warmth of your cunt, your cheeks heating at the thought of Gale's gaze on the mess he'd made of you.

He said nothing, but you could feel his stare on you. You imagined the intensity of it, his lust-darkened eyes beneath his furrowed brows, his hand raised to guide Mage's hand. Did he have as much trouble containing himself as you had staying grounded?

The middle and index fingers of the hand came together before resting on your folds, your breath coming in short gasps. He let them press lightly between your lips, letting your wetness coat his fingers.

His thumb went back to your clit, the difference in sensation without any fabric to cover you making you tremble. It wasn't long before one of his fingers was inside you, caressing the heat that was making you ache.

You wanted to move your hips, look for more friction, more movement, but Gale had calculated his move so that you would end up like this: at his mercy, your pleasure controlled by his every move.

His movements were slow, measured, but of unrivalled delight. Your tongue flicked over your lips before moaning as he pushed a second finger in, making hooking movements, as if he were trying to guide your body and your desire towards him and him alone.

Your belly was hot, your lower back burning. Your breath hitched as his fingers found the spot that made you see stars. You felt the knot tighten, like a warm summer cloud spreading across your hips.

You felt close, and you dreamt that your deliverance would end on his fingers. Then you realised that, maybe, all he was waiting for was the magic word.

"Gale," you managed to say between groans, "please."

You heard him rise suddenly, walking towards you as the mage's hand slipped away from you. A whimper of complaint escaped your lips as you felt so close to climax with nothing to reach it anymore.

"Te absolvo" he said, sounding short of breath and eager.

As your eyes took in the dark light of the room again, you saw him from an angle that set your body ablaze.

Gale's face was close to yours, the violet light of the Hold Person spell illuminating his utterly mesmerised features, his pupils dilated almost to pitch black as he breathed heavily through parted lips.

You realised that, although you had been restrained and tormented by his spells, he was the one who was bewitched.

Breathless, regaining your senses, your eyes moved from his eyes to his lips for a moment before returning to his gaze, in which the amethyst sparkle glowed of magic. 

"Please," you repeated in a whisper, "touch me."

Gale tilted his head to one side, his eyes falling on your lips for a moment as he chewed the inside of his cheek, as if he himself were holding back capturing your lips in a kiss, or more...

His hand came to rest on your thigh as his hot breath spread over your skin, the warmth of his palm contrasting with the cold of the mage's hand. He moved slowly up your skin, gripping the elastic of your panties, his eyes never leaving yours. He ran his thumb underneath it, his second hand grasping the other side and gently pulling your underwear down to mid-thigh.

His fingers brushed the inside of your thigh, and your breath hitched as you tilted your gaze down to watch, the use of your body seeming to return to you as the spell gradually lessened its hold. But the Mage hand came to grip your chin, raising your face so that your gaze didn't leave Gale's.

"Don't look away."

He wanted to see every detail of your face, every reaction, the beauty of what his fingers could awaken in you. Yes, he wanted to see this spectacle.

His fingers came to cup your cunt, a sigh of relief escaping from between your lips

"Oculi tui solum volunt," he murmured.

You hadn't heard him say that spell before, but a sudden feeling came over you: you couldn't take your eyes off him.

No matter how hard you tried to look away, you couldn't. Turning your head, looking at another part of his face, nothing seemed to work. Enthralled, that's what you were.

One of his fingers sank into you, its thickness wider than a mage's hand and warmer. He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes thin and dark as he watched your every reaction.

The feeling of your warm walls closing on his fingers was something he was addicted to, knowing he was the orchestrator of your pleasure made him want to let this vision of paradise last forever. His thumb caressed your clit, your body reacting immediately by tightening around his finger as you moaned.

Gale's free hand moved up to your breast, gripping it gently as his thumb pressed lightly against your skin. 

"You wanted me that much, little love?" he asked, the realisation of how wet you were satisfying him beyond measure.

"Yes," you replied, your breath catching as he thrust a second finger in.

His two thumbs made circular movements over your nipple and you clit, his fingers inside you moving perfectly and touching the perfect spot again without effort.

You felt you were near, and so did Gale. The knot was getting tighter and tighter, your lower belly as if lit up by a marble-sized sun. His eyes shone for a moment, a glint of mischief that you now knew all too well.

The mage's hand gently let go of your chin, moving down a little until it was around your neck, and squeezing on each side.

"Come for me," he breathed, his eyes fixed on yours.

The world shattered into a thousand pieces as everything turned to the white warm light. Vibrating waves beat through your body like a second heart, pulsing until your thighs shook and your walls squeezed Gale's fingers spasmodically and the pressure on your neck made you see stars.

Gale whispered something you couldn't hear, and the purple glyphs disappeared as you fell into his arms, still shaking from your orgasm. He lifted his head and kissed your temple, stroking your hair.

"That's it, good," he murmured. Then your breath stilled, nestling your face in the hollow of his neck for a moment before returning to his eyes.

"You have a way with surprises," you said in your haze as he laughed softly.

"I think the most pleasant surprises come with the inspiration you bring me," he admitted as his hand cupped your cheek. "But I do think your thoughts have suggested a few ideas that I simply can't wait to try out."

You frowned for a second, "My thoughts?"

He raised an eyebrow, a sneer stretching his lips as the realisation dawned on you: a mind-reading potion. What you couldn't say in words, your body and mind had been shouting at him all this time.

"How are you feeling?" he asked anyway, for the politeness of the gesture.

"Good," you confirmed as your head fell on his shoulder. "So good."

"Excellent, because you won't get an ounce of sleep tonight."

[krispycreamcake]

How about a Diabolik fic where the reader is the only Sakamaki sibling who acts strange during a blood moon? I'll let you decide what strange is if you want.

From Author: Okay so I did some extra digging on what would be considered strange to a vampire during a blood moon and it's just the opposite of the regular effects. I took some creative liberties with this so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for submitting this!

TW: Graphic depictions of violence!

A Vampire's Dissension

The sun's rays painted a warm hue across the sky, dying the clouds a soft pink and orange. Birds and humans alike were scuttling about to make their way home before nightfall. For it was when the twilight hour hits, that predators emerged from the shadows. To avoid being caught in the unforgiving jaws of death, one needed to be vigilant as to not get entrapped by these crowned monarchs of the moon, these sultans of sadism. Their ambition was relentless and so was their appetite.

Tonight however, was an especially particular night. Blood Moons were special occasions in which a vampire's abilities were amplified, along with their unyielding thirst for that deliciously, savoury, scarlet syrup. It was a known fact that no bride has ever survived a night in the Sakamaki mansion. As unfortunate as it is, this family has a reputation of killing their prey. Many brides have come but never gone, as their crying souls became trapped in the mansion where they all met an untimely demise.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a couple bodies stacking up on your end either. To be fair, it's not like you tried to kill them, you just lacked a significant amount of restraint. And if you were being honest with yourself, you've always been that way for as long as you can remember. You noticed that with every Blood Moon, your predatorial instincts seemed to contort into pure unbridled aggression. It became an unbearable flame that scorched throughout your body, begging, crying, wailing for you to drink something more.

You stood near the manor's old balcony, watching how the setting sun drained any and all natural light dry from the sky. It wouldn't be long now before the moon started taking effect. Your veins began to pulsate and writhe under your fleshy arm, almost as if beating out your very body. You gritted your teeth as you remembered the last Blood Moon. You had requested Reiji to make specially tailored tranquilizers to subdue you, which it did.... For half an hour. After that brief period of peace, the stairwell was completely destroyed and Subaru refused to speak to you for a week. Your hostility wasn't unknown to the family, but that still didn't make it tolerable to put up with. From feeling thirsty and irritated, your emotions quickly took a turn to being aggravated and wrathful.

You stood there contemplating ways on how to isolate yourself from your brothers so you wouldn't cause harm to them. As night began to ink the sky, you decided it was better to lock yourself in your room and distract your mind. You sifted through your belongings before finding a cookbook hidden in your backpack. That's right, you were meant to prepare a meal from home and bring it to your home economics class the next day, using a list of designated recipes that your teacher highlighted. You skimmed over the book, scanning for any recipes you could make. Your eyes were immediately glued to a page on Beef Shigureni.

You'd never made it before, but Reiji was extremely talented when it came to making the stew up to his standards. You began to feel peckish as you read through the ingredients, mouth drooling at the images the book had displayed. Soon enough, that slight hunger metamorphisized into voraciousness. You could smell the succulent aroma of the prepared meat, drowning in its delicious flavours. Abruptly, a knock was made at the door which jolted you out of your thoughts. You noticed how the scent seemed to linger in the air. Were you that hungry that you were experiencing phantom sense? Your fingertips brushed against the cold doorknob as you twisted it open, only to be met with sly eyes and a smirk that could kill.

"Oh? Why the cruel expression? And here I thought you'd be elated to get a visit from your dear brother~" You rolled your eyes at Laito before replying. "What do you want? I'm kinda busy right now." Laito peeked into your room hearing this, eyes searching every corner until you had to push him back out into the hall. With your hands pressed against his chest, and arms flexing, you finally got him out of your personal space. "Hm? And here I thought you meant you were busy with a cute little plaything, how depressing." You clicked your tongue and looked him dead in the eyes. "You should leave before it starts." Laito raised an eyebrow at this.

"The moon isn't at its peak yet. Unless you really are getting that bad?" You noticed the very slight hint of concern in your brother's voice. "I felt it even when the sun was setting.... But I should be okay for now. Still, we don't know when it'll happen, so it's best you leave." Laito met your gaze with a cold hard stare. "If you try anything on me, I won't be going down that easily. Neither will the others. Stay in your room." You almost had chills hearing Laito speak so sternly to you. It was obvious he was worried for the others and for you. Despite his provocative nature, beneath was a man riddled by the fleas of abuse, and something about you going on a rampage seemed to bubble up memories once long buried. You couldn't help but notice how the succulent aroma from before seemed to be radiating off of Laito.

"Reiji mentioned something about you meeting him in his lab. If what you're saying is true, I'd hurry there before you bite his head off." And in an instant, he teleported away. You sighed and decided to find Reiji before it was too late. Your stomach growled and screamed, begging to be fed especially after your encounter with Laito. You admitted that it was srange that he smelled exactly like the recipe, but didn't let it bother you as you made your way to Reiji's lab.

You rapped on the door gently, fingers beating against the oak wood. You listened as it creaked open to reveal a dignified looking man behind it. "I see you've gotten my message. Come inside." You made your way into his lab and sat down on one of the chairs. "Deplorable...." You rolled your eyes and looked at him with an expression that could only transmit the words 'Get a grip'. He coughed lightly into his gloved hand, making an ahem sound. "I've prepared this sedative for you to try." Reiji pushed his glasses up before handing you a tiny glass vial with the most repungant, foul, revolting liquid you've ever smelled. You corked your nose shut before refusing to accept the bottle.

"Don't be a child. This is for the safety of all of us." You listened to Reiji's words and knew they were true. You knew all he was doing was trying to help. But even so, that concoction made you gag so much you thought you might throw up. You grabbed the tiny bottle and just seconds before you downed it, there was that scent again. That deliciously deceitful scent. It wrapped around your brain, clouding all your senses. As you gave into the smell, you couldn't help but notice that your senses became heightened. Your veins began to throb once again, pumping through your body. Being a vampire, your heart hadn't a reason to beat, but every Blood Moon seemed to tell a different tale. The feeling could only be described as want, the same kind of want that a predator feels when stalking its prey.

Reiji sighed at your incompetence to even simply drink something. He marched over to where you remained sat, seemingly stuck in a trance. "You understand the importance of the little time we have, don't you?" You didn't hear him. All sound was tuned out as your mind began to fog. As a matter of fact, you didn't see him either. Visions of rabbits running around in a forest at night as you watched from a hidden position formed in your mind. Reiji grabbed the bottle from your hand and had planned to force feed it to you, but as soon as his clothed fingers made contact with yours, you yanked him forwards and sank your teeth into his throat.

He let out a grunt as he tried to get you off of him, but you rammed his body into a shelf, teeth unmoving from their position. You sucked every trickle of blood that dare made its way down his neck, the crimson ooze only tantalizing you further. Your fangs sunk into his bloody flesh as he squirmed and fought, which only made you more adamant on not letting him escape. You began to press deeper and deeper into his muscle tissue before ripping your fangs out, along with a chunk of his flesh. Blood spurred everywhere, coating your face. Your hair became messier and tousled, pupils dilated far back, fangs dripping with the scarlet syrup you craved. You began to chew that piece of flesh that you ripped out, tearing it to shreds as Reiji slowly crawled out of the lab, leaving a trail of Vermilion behind.

It wasn't long after that your tastebuds were hit with sensations of the one thing you've been craving this entire time, meat. You searched the house far and wide until your gaze was met with Ayato's disturbed stare. He was horrified at the state you were in, looking up from below the stairwell. His shock was beyond what words could describe. Reiji lay behind him, Subaru using his own body to block his injured form. Shu stared at you, unsure of his own emotions. He knew you saw him as a meal, and for the first time in his life, he felt like prey. Despite their enhanced powers, none of them stood a chance against you alone, so it was imperative they stuck together. Your lips were stained with your own brother's blood as you stood there heaving, waiting, watching, like a predator about to pounce.

You ran down the stairs faster than any of them could comprehend, teeth bared like a wild dog as you sprinted towards Ayato. In the flash of a second, pain shot through both your arms as you let out a pained cry, howling like a beast as blood gushed from your palms, soaking the carpeted staircase in your fluids. Laito and Kanato had teleported just as you ran, iron stakes in hand as they plunged into your hands. They dashed up the stairs as they pinned you to the wall. At this point you were thrashing and snarling at them, not a coherent word to be let out. Anger took over and almost overrided the pain, until Shu appeared right before you, clenching your jaw and forcing your mouth open as he shoved that putrid concoction from before, down into your throat. In a matter of seconds, your eyelids began to feel heavy and as much as you fought, you fell asleep.

[weemsfreak]

Desire ♱

⋆Reader's pov and main story (recommend read first)⋆

Jane Murdstone x Fem!reader

♱ Jane's pov here

Summary: When the lady of the village returns after many years and ends up in your place of work, you fabricate a dress for her; and then you follow her. ~5k words

Warnings: obsession, stocking, mention of child abuse, family trauma and father issues (as in Jane/Edward Murdstone 'David Copperfield')

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The bakery, the factory, the church, and the bank.

Places which she ventured on a normal day,

Places which you ventured on a normal day.

Things that she did,

Things that you did.

The gallery, the haberdashery, the manor house gardens.

She was busy,

You were busy.

Wherever she went, you followed.

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The ball rang out, signifying that someone had entered. You ignored it from the next room, not wanting to drop your task at hand.

"Well, I'll be. It has been a long while Miss Murdstone."

You rolled your eyes and mouthed Gladys' words, mocking the dressmaker as you continued to cut out fabric.

"Indeed, it has."

Your hands stopped working at the sound of a voice, gaze slowly raising to the wall as you listened. You heard shuffling to Gladys' workspace, a coat hit the settee.

"How has Blunderstone treated you? Glad to be back at the factory?"

A hum. "It has been a good many years, although a dreadful end I'm afraid. I am glad to be back."

Your eyes flit around the room; the factory? Miss Murdstone?

Oh. OH. The Miss Murdstone of Murdstone village. The sister of factory owner Mr. Murdstone.

You had never met the Murdstone's, but you had heard of them and their reputation in their own village. They had been gone for some ten years; a marriage, you had heard. And it seemed that now, they were back.

You prayed that Gladys wouldn't call you in for help as you were not very confrontational, and you had heard that the lady could be, well, cruel.  

Slowly you continued to cut out fabric, listening in on their conversation as you did.

The contrast of murmuring and sureness calmed you, the new voice in particular was melody to your ears. It was strong yet weak, cold yet warm, confident yet weary, cruel yet sweet; you longed to know what body housed a voice like that.

Inevitably, Gladys called your name from the next room.

You screwed your eyes closed and took a deep breath before dropping everything and heading through the doorway.

"Yes, how can I help-"

Your eyes flit from Gladys to a tall dark figure. One which caught you off guard, before it consumed you.

Ghost white skin sandwiched between midnight hair and a dress to match, the length of which you've never seen the likes of before.

Her gaze was locked onto the wall, until she noticed you staring.

Expectant eyes shot to you and made your heart flutter nervously, you averted your gaze back to Gladys.

It seemed that the only colour this woman possessed was that of her iris', which made them stand out even more.

"Y/n, this is Miss Murdstone."

You moved closer and gave a small bow, eyes on the floor. "How do you do Miss Murdstone."

"Well, thank you."

You nodded with a small smile.

"Help me with this, will you?" Gladys passed you a measure and gestured to her skirts, to which you lifted and got to work.

Black fabric, not something you worked with often, although it was certainly growing on you. You looked between dark and the light of her petticoat, and you wished for the chance to see long legs hidden underneath. Alas, petticoats were not see through.

Miss Murdstone was not a very social woman, though you were not surprised at her lack of emotion or chatter, as there was not much about her that was mainstream.

You stood and helped Gladys with small things, measuring around her bodice, shoulders, and arm length, the lady stiff as a board. Your hands trembled as you worked, which neither woman failed to notice.

You couldn't help but steal glances at the lines in the woman's skin, dark hair tied up neatly, scars and light freckles placed perfectly, as if they were intentional.

You couldn't help but think that she looked as if she was made of wax.

Cold fingers brushed against the pale skin of her neck and she flinched, a string of apologies flowing from your mouth. You stepped away and let Gladys finish the job, the only thing going through your head was how warm the woman was to the touch.

Being sent on your way with the measurements, you began to cut out black fabric. More length added to the sleeves and skirt, waist cinched just a bit.

You worked in the corner of the room, stealing glances at the dark woman though the doorway now and then. When you had left, the women began to make small conversation again; you closed your eyes and listened to her voice.

You hadn't noticed when the bell had rung and she had left, until Gladys walked in.

"A pretty young thing like you shant be intimidated by Miss Murdstone."

Your eyes shot to Gladys as a light blush overtook your cheeks. You were intimidated alright, but not in the way she thought.

You hummed, "Maybe not intimidated, but overtaken."

"Get to work silly girl" she chuckled, pointing down at the barely touched black fabric in your hands.

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You could tell by the way she carried herself through life, by the way that she spoke to people (or didn't acknowledge them at all), that she was cold, iron, wrought, metallic.

Yes, that was it, she was metallic, and she possessed some type of pull. You failed to fight it off with bated breath when dark yet enchanting eyes met yours.

What really pulled you in, however, was her mysterious nature. Her front was menacing, her cruelty was obvious, her exterior freezing anyone who dared cross her path.

She was a delight, far more true than you could ever be.

Being a dressmaker's apprentice, you didn't have every day to venture around Murdstone village. But when you did, you made it worthwhile.

You had been intrigued by her since the day she stepped into the shop, and soon enough, you became attached.

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It was easy to spot her through the crowd of people, being one of the tallest, darkest, and notable around.

You wouldn't say that you stalked her, no, for you ran your errands in the same way as she, and your interests matched hers well.

That became clear when one day you took a stroll through the manor house gardens and found her, admiring the Nettles from afar.

Nettles were not much to the naked eye, and they stung like a bitch when one got close. Alas, their being was important, indispensable, beautiful; like her.

Cold on the outside and warm on the inside.

You sat on a bench next to some Black Calla Lily's, and couldn't help but think about how the flowers reflected the both of you. These particular Lily's caught your eye and drew you in, but get too involved and their toxins could harm you.

Warm on the outside and cold on the inside.

Perhaps you were both deceiving.

Her back faced you tauntingly as you longed to admire her features. You hadn't gotten a satisfying look at her, although you assumed nobody had ever gotten very close.

Holding your breath, she turned to continue down the path, head held high as she gazed straight ahead.

She didn't look your way, she didn't acknowledge you, no, she didn't say a word.

Yet you knew her, you knew she was perceptive, she noticed every detail.

And deep down you knew that she knew you were there.

She always did.

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You were suffering throughout your days and nights, physically unable to get the metallic lady out of your head. You hadn't been this obsessed, this buried, this crazy for a woman.

You knew it was wrong, to want her, to want to know her, to want to feel her dark locks run through your fingers.

You knew it was wrong to watch from afar, even worse to get close; but you couldn't help it.

She was enchanting, she was brooding, she was maddening.

One bright morning you arrived to church early, and placed yourself in the very pew where the Murdstone's always sat. You took the hymnal and prayer books and moved them to another pew, leaving only one set of books available.

After some time, Mr. Murdstone passed the pew, giving you a look of disdain before continuing on.

Your gaze dropped to your lap nervously, unsure as to where she was.

Another moment passed, and you noticed a shadow beside you, then felt a soft brush against your leg.

It was so soft you believed it was imagined.

"Apologies."

Looking over in disbelief, you found the metallic woman beside you, her attention set on the priest.

As the service progressed, you couldn't help but wrack your brain around her being. For as much as you knew her, or at least thought that you did, as much as you saw her, you couldn't tell.

After eyeing her at church a couple days a week, you realized she was a devoted congregant. She gave the impression that she was one who would reprimand for breaking the rules, for not adhering to the faith's principles.

But all the same, she seemed as though she'd like to bend them, challenge society's expectations, and oppose normalcy, as it was obvious she didn't follow every mainstream convention.

You had confirmed recently, after some research, that 'Miss' Murdstone was not married; but for which reason, you wondered often.

Long fingers opened the prayer book and held it still as a stone on her lap, eyes scanning the words slowly.

Silently, you leaned closer, setting your gaze on her as she peered down at you. You smiled, watching her lips twitch and eyes bore into your own in question; then the prayer book was angled so you both could recite together.

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One day, you set out determined for your destination: the gallery.

See, there was not much that you knew, but there were a few things. One being that the gallery bustled with activity on a certain day of the week, and another being that Jane Murdstone was a sucker for all things nice.

The Cultural and Historical collections always inspired you, and allowed you to indulge in the fantasy of a better world, a more interesting world, a world in which you were yourself, truly.

And well, as did she.

As expected, Miss Murdstone made her way around a glass case following the male version of herself. You recognized him immediately, the man of the village.

Watching from the other side of the room, you took note of their differences and similarities. Physical was obvious, they were tall, they were dark, and they were chilling.

Your heart couldn't help but feel heavy, as although she was striking, easily catching your eye even next to her brother, she was the lesser.

It was obvious that she was more brazen, more intelligent, and more capable; alas, he was the man, and she was the woman.

You ran your hand over an artifact, pressing your skin hard into the rough texture.

Glass should cover something so fragile, so special, so significant, you thought, for someone could steal it with the snap of a finger.

You could steal it with the snap of a finger. You wouldn't, however, not now. For you had something far more important to tend to.

A dark figure caught your peripheral, your eyes discreetly landing on the woman as your head stayed focused in the direction of the artifact.

You watched as long fingers ran over a piece opposite, feeling the atoms that made up the world, perhaps a world in which you had yet to know.

You took a deep breath, gaze lifting when her pale hand paused in its track.

You were expecting it, her eyes on her pray, on her goal, on you.

Touché. You respected the effort, the care, the menacing stare, but it was of no use.

You stared back, taking in the elements of her skin, the light in her eyes, and the hate in her heart.

It was incredible, really, how energy made up the universe, how matter was formed, how it could be neither created nor destroyed.

She saw you and you saw her, but nobody spoke a word.

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Miss Murdstone spoke few words to you the couple times that she entered the shop; for her measurements, her dress, and then again when a colleague had tailored a suit for her brother.

You understood that you knew her better than she knew you, for you were just a dressmaker whose name had most likely slipped her mind.

Alas when you watched her on the streets, back and forth with long strides, elegance never faltering, haughtiness never letting up, she never failed to deepen your infatuation.

You admired the way she gave no thought nor care about others' opinions, the way she could allow- feed into the absolute cruelty, perhaps hate that came out of her mouth.

The way she let it happen, the way she lived for it.

You were high as the heavens the one time she had spat at you. It was short, nothing that she thought twice about, but you were truly and utterly drunk on her.

Others you knew, didn't appreciate being spoken down to that way, looked at with a bitter glance, nor dealt with in that sneering tone.

And well, most of the time you wouldn't either.

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The factory, a place of your dreams and nightmares.

In your favour, it wasn't difficult to sneak into at night, the bottles and barrels and wine and corks the only witnesses of your doing.

Their livelihood, their significance, the thing that gave the Murdstone's the justification to be poison; possibility to be ruined within hours.

You ran a finger along a trail of dust as a smirk crept over your face. Mr. Murdstone was too pretentious for his own good, careless perhaps, not too smart it seemed; but you were.

For his sake, and his sake only, it was a damn good thing that his sister had consumed your every thought.

By morning you had tucked yourself deep behind the shelves.

People of every age, those of every kind made their way into the factory, cleaning, filling, corking, labelling, and packaging.

You were caught off guard when you eyed Mr. and Miss Murdstone make their way around the factory, inspecting the work and the workers. They passed by the shelves with a step that felt far too long. You froze at their proximity, for you had no escape.

Letting out a breath, you watched as they halted near a small boy, a boy far too short to reach the corking lever.

"Jump, boy" Mr. Murdstone instructed.

The boy tried, pathetically.

"You should sooner teach the furniture" the lady said to her brother.

You held in a snicker.

"Jane" Mr. Murdstone warned.

You watched as he attempted to jump, Mr. Murdstone frustrated with his lack of effort.

"You will not be switched to another job, boy."

He jumped higher and had yet to reach.

Miss Murdstone turned to her brother with the raise of a brow, "We should switch to a less enjoyable activity."

"JANE."

Mr. Murdstone grabbed the child by his shirt, dragging him to a secluded room and slamming the door with no hesitation.

Miss Murdstone followed with hands clasped in front of her, then you heard grunting and lashing sounds. Your eyes shut and you flinched at the suddenness, whacking your head off a board.

Blue eyes travelled your way, somehow hearing your skull make contact with the wood over the loudness of everything else. The metallic woman looked in your direction, around you, above you, and you could swear it, straight at you. But she couldn't see you through the willful blindness of the bottles and barrels.

Her gaze was averted, however, when a tall boy made his way toward her with intent.

Your eyes widened as you watched him pick up a glass bottle, your brain registering that he most likely wished to protect the child; but harming Miss Murdstone wasn't the way.

With a deepening heart beat you contemplated the fact that you may have to reveal yourself, jump in front of hard glass in shame and remorse before ghostly pale skin turned crimson.

But, as you watched the metallic woman, you noticed her smirk; joy, thrill, and humour behind her eyes.

She faltered for a moment when she noticed the bottle, lips twitching; a moment of hurt. Still, she stood her ground, eyes unblinking.

He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, and she knew.

For they were cruel, they were cold, and they were abusive, perhaps.

But she now had no fear, for she was used to it.

When the boy turned away and you watched her smirk return, chest falling slightly in relief, it made sense.

You realized why she was the way that she was; beaten, bruised, petrifying, and cruel. It wasn't anything new, it wasn't unfamiliar or forced. It was all that she knew.

It was what she knew, it was who she was brought up to be; the little girl, the woman, the one who took care of the men.

The one who listened to their commands but rose to control when they were too coward.

The one who was reprimanded when she spoke her mind but was brought up to be superior all the same.

The girl who said nothing and was harmed for her warmth, now a cold shell of defensive whips and comments; in a woman's body tall enough to make the men resentful.

She was born to love and taught to hate, for she had no choice.

She had no choice.

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The lady had returned to the shop days later with Mr. Murdstone's suit, shoving it into your coworkers' arms.

"You measured incorrectly" she grumbled.

His jaw fell open as he looked it over, scratching at his head, "Where is it incorrect, my lady?"

You held in a laugh as she flung the trousers over his arm and pointed to the hem. "They need to be taken out. He's not lacking in stature like yourself."

Nodding, he made his way to the next room. "I need it finished for tonight" you heard her holler.

"Of course, Miss Murdstone."

You were sat on the settee, sewing a piece and trying your hardest to pretend she wasn't there, hoping you wouldn't have to entertain her.

Alas, as it was, you longed to converse with her, you longed to entertain her.

You longed to run your eyes over her frame, yearned to move closer and take in her deathly smell, her serene eyes and ghostly skin.

You longed to run your hands along the warmth of her neck once again and know that she was real.

Heeled steps approached as your mind went blank and heart began to race. She sat down next to you.

"Men, incompetent" was all that she said.

You felt bad for him, of course you did, but you couldn’t help but snicker at her comment.

"Indeed."

You admired very much that she spoke her mind and wished to give her the ability to feel freely, without reprimand and without judgment.

Attempting to focus back on your work, you were distracted when she withdrew her pocket watch. Busy fingers wrapped around the intricate watch and chain before moving to toy with the money bag and beads hanging off her chatelaine.

A sigh, "I have somewhere to be."

You ignored the burning question in your mind, 'where?'

The woman turned to you suddenly, your gaze shot to hers.

Her dark blues narrowed as if she knew what you were doing: following, admiring, chasing, craving her.

Your heart almost jumped out of your throat as you thought of her knowing, knowing of your attachment, knowing of your enamour, knowing of your desire.

You calmed however, when you realized that you didn't see rage in her eyes, but intrigue; for she had an idea.

"Would you be so kind as to deliver the suit when it is finished?"

You tilted your head at her sickly sweet tone, figuring that it was the only way she knew to get people to bend for her, to get you to bend for her.

But you would bend for her coldness, you would bend for her cruelness, you would bend for her warmth, you would bend for her anyway she'd ask, fake or sincere.

You would bend for her.

Yes you knew of many places, the factory that you should not enter, the bakery, the grocer, the bank, the haberdashery, and her leisurely activities, but you didn't know of her home.

You didn't know her that well.

You stuttered in surprise, "Of- of course."

A smile played at her lips, but you knew you weren't special.

When her dark blue eyes bore into your own and you saw the hate, you knew that her thoughts were nothing but careless, nothing but mean, nothing but questioning.

You wondered how someone could be so…brave? Sadistic? So content with being unliked by others, even intentionally resented.

Lonely? You could say. Perhaps you both had something in common.

She grasped others by the throats and shook them until they gave in for a breath, until they feared her, until they bent.

You wouldn't mind that, not from her, not at all.

You saw it run through her mind with a slight widening of eyes, as if she was attempting to convince herself that her maliciousness was justified.

For you, well you were just a young girl, a little lamb. You were the innocence that she once had and lost, the total opposite of her.

But you, you weren't so convinced.

"Lovely. Gladys will provide my address. I expect it by 5pm."

She stood abruptly and exited the shop, leaving you alone.

⋆♱✮♱⋆

The suit was done by 4pm, you prayed that it would fit perfectly. Not that you were opposed to being rebuked by Miss Murdstone, but you truly wanted nothing but to please her.

Wearing one of your favorite dresses, you set out to the Murdstone's estate, walking through the surprisingly busy streets with curiosity.

The door was open when you arrived, and you were greeted by a maid who was bustling around. They informed you where to take the suit due to their current occupation.

You found yourself nervously knocking on a door in a dark hallway, sure that this was a ruse.

The door swung open quickly at the hand of Miss Murdstone, making you flinch in surprise.

You took in the sight of her in her new black dress, one which you had the pleasure of aiding in the fabrication of. It clung to her figure perfectly, defining strong shoulders and a cinched waist.

Smoothing out the fabric of your dress, you attempted not to drool as you extended the suit out to her.

"Here you are, Miss Murdstone. I hope it meets your satisfaction."

She took the suit from you gently, giving you an expectant look as she stayed silent.

"We're hosting a ball tonight."

You averted your gaze to the window at the end of the hall, nodding in understanding and jealousy.

"I trust that it will be enjoyable."

You watched as she looked you up and down, you felt that this was the most attention she had ever given you.

"I do hope."

Silence. You had much to say, but no will to say it.

Whether it was your imagination or a mutual understanding, your relationship seemed to be based on physicality, lacking verbal connection.

A maid then came barreling up the stairs, carrying many things in preparation of the night. "Miss Murdstone, let's prepare you for the ball."

You watched as she entered Miss Murdstone's chambers and disappeared from your sight, the lady allowing her access. Your eyes flit from the maid to hers, screaming with want for a job which you did not have, did not desire; until now.

She spoke with a tone of genuine disinterest, yet the invitation in itself told you something.

"It will commence at 8pm. You are welcome to join."

⋆♱✮♱⋆  

You had been welcomed into their home, but it felt unsettling all the same. Her unknowing of your presence, or at least not expecting it, gave you the ability to be discreet.

But here, you felt as if something was expected of you, as if she had invited you just to watch you. Ironic.

Few eyes glanced your way as you took your time admiring the Murdstone's estate. Upper class fascinated you, elaborate décor and offerings made you feel envious, yet insignificant at the same time.

You weaved through the crowd of people, introducing yourself as you picked up a glass. Most likely you looked out of place, you knew, despite the fact that you were dressed appropriately.

You were intrigued, however, as you desired to learn more about their lives; desired to learn more about her life.

Not to your surprise, as the night progressed you caught her moving throughout the ball room.

She was on a mission as always, it seemed, tending to others needs and wants in hopes of a pleasant ball; in her role of pleasing her brother. Your eyes followed her tall form as you sipped your drink in a corner, absolutely content.

For a while.

Enjoyment flowed through you as you watched others dance, resisting the urge to join in. You hesitated as your heart panged, knowing that the only person you desired to dance with was not within possibility.

Eventually you had lost sight of her, only Mr. Murdstone in the centre of the room dancing with a woman, so you left.

You quietly snuck to the main room of the house, debating on departing until you realized that nobody was around.

Sneaking up the stairs, you ran your hand along the balustrade, stopping at the top to utilize the light of some candles. If anyone caught you, you were searching for the loo.

A large family portrait on the wall greeted you, an eerie feeling overwhelming you at the sight of the Murdstone family.

The mother, a force to be reckoned with. The father, a tyrannical aristocrat. And the son, vindictive.

As your eyes raked over the young girl, however, you realized she was just that, a young girl.

A young girl born into upper class, born into cruelty, born into a life that was not chosen but wholly hers.

You supposed nobody really had a choice.

The candles guided your attention to an open door, the floor creaking when you stepped closer.

You longed to enter, but a deep dreadful feeling in your chest told you not to.

Shaking your head, you stepped away; but your curiosity got the best of you, as always.

The dimly lit room was lined with books and filled with décor, artifacts, and art. It was the most interesting room you had ever known.

You ran your fingers along an open book on the table, the intricate writing making you guess it was that of a woman.

'My father has gotten…better.

I cannot help but wonder if it is too late.

He now asks me why I am so angry, why I raise my voice.

He does not understand that

I learned it all from him.'

You sucked in a breath as your hand traced the ink. Being lost in her deepest written thoughts was…intense.

You turned pages upon pages for more, stopping at the most recent.

'I question my ability to experience the tender emotions of humanity.

To harbor affection in the manner of mortals.

The question for this issue is

Do I have a human soul,

And can I prove it?

And, of course,

There is no definitive answer.'

Your lip began to tremble at the tug of her words, of her thoughts, of her feelings.

She was no ghost, she was no wax figure, she was as real as you, maybe even more so.

As a small tear escaped your eye, a hand landed harshly on your shoulder.

"I knew I would find you here."

An amused but mocking voice.

She spun you around and grasped your neck, fingers reaching until they squeezed and pulled you close.

It felt pleasant, it felt warm, it felt real.

"You fancy yourself sly, following me around, do you not?"

Your eyes widened, hands trembling at her touch, clenching them at your sides.

"Do not presume I failed to notice your presence."

She saw you.

"At first, I thought perhaps you wished me dead, the way you stock me."

She chuckled.

"Then I realized that you made no attempt to be stealthy."

You were at first, but then you got sloppy. You swallowed thickly.

"We share the same interests, do we not?"

You nodded your head the best that you could, you truly did.

A smirk grazed her lips as she brought them to your ear, making you shiver at the proximity.

You closed your eyes.

"Do not think I miss the way you look at me."

She knew, she knew of your attachment.

"Do not think I miss the way you tremble when I'm close."

She knew of the way you craved her.

"Do not think I miss your desire."

 It was incredible, really, how energy made up the universe, how matter was eternal, how it could be neither created nor destroyed.

Both of you, electron orbitals overlap, not separate, but existing as one with her hand around your neck, around your lifeline.

She shook you until you gave in for a breath, until you feared her, until you bent.

But you knew her now, unlike you did before.

You knew she wanted to toy with you, and well, you with her.

You wouldn't say that you were cold, cruel, or that you had ever harmed another; for you were just a little lamb.

But, when she looked at you with disdain, you wished to give her a taste of her own medicine.

You wished to slap the sly look off her face, tell her that she wasn't as cruel or deathly as she thought she was, put her down until she lost her sense of fabricated self and cold exterior- until she found her real self again, warmth staring back at you as her clothing and shell were shed.

See, she was smart, witty, and perceptive, but she wore her heart on her sleeve, intentions written plain as day.

An open book, placed for all to see; but only some to analyze, only some to admire.

You, on the other hand, were sly, smart, and deceiving.

Perhaps she saw you as a dumb, innocent, oblivious young woman; but perhaps that's what you wanted her to think.

Gently, you placed your hands onto her waist, pressing yourself further into her grip.

Your lips met her jawline softly, watching as her mouth opened slightly in a gasp, warm breath fanning across your temple.

You bit your lip in pleasure as a smile spread across your face, you breathed low:

"I suffer, I attach, I crave, and I desire. And I always get what I desire."

[linddzz]

Here an assortment of Facts About Morpheus in the Red Flags AU. Where I'm starting to lean more towards the version where they meet and are already into each other before the ""Fake Date"" Incident:

-Jessamy is the raven he took care of when he found her injured outside of his townhome. He now has a room with a window he often keeps open for her to fly into whenever she feels like it. I don't know how legal any of this is in London but tbh it doesn't matter because he also does not know what the laws are and doesn't care.

- His townhome is very dark maximalist in decor, which tends to surprise people at first. There are houseplants and little statues all over, and the walls are hidden behind millions of bookshelves. There is an art studio room and books scattered everywhere. Very recently, hypothetical visitors would notice a lot of child locks and child proofed areas that have a bit of a panicked "I bought every safety thing in the store bc I have no idea wtf I'm doing" energy to them.

- He has a therapist. Yes, the Morpheus that Hob meets is the upgraded version who is actually working on himself already. This is what the improved personal growth version of Morpheus is like.

Anyway, said therapist is Gilbert F. Greene. Because Morpheus going head to head with an unstoppable force of old timey adorable optimism who will also not take his shit is delightful. Dr. Greene insists on going by first names and Morpheus always makes "Gilbert" sound like a slur in retaliation. Some conversations I imagine include:

"Good morning Gilbert, you will never guess who had what you might call a """relapse into self destructive behaviors"""" last night."

"I am very sorry to hear that my dear boy. Let me say though, that I am so very proud of you for calling me! That is a phenomenal step for you and it's wonderful that you are being proactive in your recovery."

"Don't patronize me Gilbert. I will hang up."

(this ended up being super long so I'm just gonna spare y'all's dash. Warning for some lightly touched on mentions of drug use and self destructive behavior.)

- Him getting a therapist was part of the requirements for gaining visitation rights and then weekend custody once a month with Orpheus. The therapy is actually helping, and he's bitter about that.

- His given name is actually Dream, he goes by his middle name. All the Endless siblings have awful names. Desire goes by Adonai because who calls a fucking child Desire???

When Hob meets the rest of the family, Destiny goes "it's good to see you again, Dream" and Hob begins turning to Morpheus like "lmao who tf is named Dream" only to find Morpheus glaring daggers at his brother.

- The Endless parents are rarely around. Some of the siblings still live in the manor and they all use it for family dinners, but it's common for their parents to be off travelling for years at a time.

- Morpheus is an author and a painter who has a bajillion pen names to go with each genre he writes in, so it's hard to figure out exactly how much he's written. Even before becoming a father though, his face and full name is mostly associated with children's fantasy stories that he illustrates himself, and his Art vs Artist vibe is very Miyazaki.

Him and Calliope collaborated on a series of illustrated poetic translations of ancient epics. Their divorce was exactly as messy as one might imagine the divorce between two passionate artist types might be.

- His downward spiral of self destruction started before the divorce but oh boy did it nosedive during and after.

- When she got pregnant after divorce proceedings had started, there was a moment where they were both meeting with lawyers and one asked something along the lines of if this meant they would try for reconciliation and staying together. Calliope said "no" immediately.

It's not like Morpheus exactly thought they would get back together, but the speed and firmness of that hard "no" had his head screaming with white noise and some badly thought out self medication for months, which ended up being why Calliope got full custody and he is just now able to get more involved with the now two year old Orpheus.

- His rebound with Thessaly was also messy. She was just in it for a fun fling and he was... Morpheus. He found out he got dumped when she informed him she was already in the process of moving back to Greece, and Johanna said he needed to be banned from any more beautiful Greek expats from that day forth.

- No one can figure out what the deal is with him and Lucienne. The simple explanation is they're queerplatonic soul mates. Lucienne's wife Gault thinks they're a bit codependent (not an inaccurate assessment), but is more civil with him since the day she yelled at him to go get an actual therapist instead of constantly putting his shit on Lucienne, and he actually did. (It is unclear if this or Calliope demanding therapy for him to get visitation with Orpheus was his wake up call catalyst, but probably a bit of both.)

- Lucienne was originally a personal assistant. She now works as his editor since she seems to be the only person who can keep track of all the shit he's written. She is also the only person who can get away with critiquing his works in progress without sending him into a fit where he might burn all his manuscripts.

- When Morpheus started mentioning this Gadling guy a lot, Lucienne paid a visit to the pub. Not to do anything so crude as to threaten a man's life if he breaks her sensitive friend's heart. What could she do anyway? No no. She's just here to smile with zero trace of humor and ask some questions while looking him up and down through her spectacles. Hob will later describe this as one of the most pants shitting moments of his life, and he felt like he got transformed back into a primary school kid who talked slightly too loudly in the library.

- Morpheus went through a slutty phase during and shortly after University that was less of a healthy and fun exploration of his sexuality and libido, and a bit more "I will take anyone who will have me in any way they will want me and I know that if nothing else, I'm pretty."

- Him and Johanna used to have a game seeing who could get more free drinks in one night. This had to be put to an end when it turned into the catalyst for at least three screaming fights between them.

Fight subjects were

Quality vs Quantity. Morpheus insists his ability to get people to buy him a single glass of wine that costs £50 beats Johanna's cheap beers. Johanna disagreed. loudly.

Is it cheating when Morpheus ran to the bathroom to smudge on some eyeliner and then stole Johanna's lip gloss? Is it further cheating when Johanna realized that his main method of getting drinks was "act like Adonai"? Accusations that he would ever act like his horrid annoying younger sibling sent Morpheus into an absolute tantrum.

Competitiveness DID overcome sibling rivalry enough for Morpheus to go to Adonai for makeover assistance. This backfired because it made Morpheus hot to the point of intimidating, and Johanna won that night.

- After Hob starts flirting with him, Morpheus goes suspiciously into a Romantic, Pre-Raphaelite inspired art era featuring lots of noble knights with dark sunlit hair. A lot of them seem to be lured in by dark haired fae entities all La Belle Sans Merci style. It's disgustingly obvious.

-Therapy has made him juuuuust self aware enough to know that he MAYBE tends to go a bit hard and fast with romance. This makes him a little more cautious with Hob than he usually would be, and he's doing a bit of "Hob is so nice and sweet and interested but I'm gonna mess it up :(((" pining. Everyone around him is fucking sick of it. He is not self aware enough to realize he's still going super hard and fast, but this time he's doing it while sighing sadly and drawing Hob in his sketchbook all the fucking time.

[monsterpr3y]

The first draft of The Lab

Lying on the floor of my cell, filled and covered with cum, I began to reflect on how I got here. Go on an adventure, I thought. See the world and find yourself, I planned. Well, I did a little bit of that. in the end, it was finding myself that lead me here. I found that I got a rush from stealing and cheating people. That sneaking in the shadows and liberating someone's purse gave me such a thrill. The richer the mark, the more exhilaration in taking their most prized possessions. I once stole a whole ass tapestry from the wall of a manor while the owner watched me. 

That way of life caught up with me. 

As you probably suspect by now, I stole from the wrong person. A mad scientist is going to have cool shit, so when I heard rumors of one living in a secluded tower all by himself I knew I had to hit it. 

This man was devious. And I mean that in all ways. Before I even got inside he'd clocked me, magic or some invention alerting him to my presence and went completely unnoticed. Then there were the booby traps (in one case literal) everywhere, so cleverly hidden that the master thief I'd become caught maybe one in five. I didn't even notice the one that drugged me, as it was through skin contact and brushed my face. I'd like to think that without that I wouldn't have walked right into thin wires that constricted on my arms and legs, but also onto my breast's, like it was waiting for a female to walk into it.

Everything went dark after that. When I came to, I was on a cold metal table, naked, and restrained, staring up into the oversized eyes of the scientist examining me with some vision magnifying contraption.

“Wonderful, you're awake! I am so glad you came to join us!” He hustles off the stool he'd been standing on and somehow I was taken down by a scrawny halfling? I'd never live this down with the other adventurers if they found out.

“I'm sorry for trying to sneak in, but I'd heard rumors about your lab and couldn't resist wanting to take a peek” maybe if I flatter his scientific ego he'll let me go.

“Oh my dear you're about to have the best seat in the house when it comes to my experiments!” 

I didn't like the sound of that. I needed to get free, but none of my skull with lock picking would help when my hands were restrained above my head, and whatever was holding them to the table was below the table. I could barely even wiggle my fingers.

“The only intruders I've had to date were men, and they just won't do for the experiments. Their primary motivation seems to be procreation, and they are smart and can tell a human male from a female. Watching them be torn apart in the arena was enlightening however!” 

“Excuse me! You plan to do what with me? Let me go right now!” I'm finally starting to struggle, as I realize my predicament. What the hell does he mean procreation? I thought I was naked on this table because he was going to play with me, which as a female adventurer is nothing new to me. Whatever he's talking about sounds a whole lot worse.

“Oh, but you're never leaving. Who knows, maybe they'll break you so badly you enjoy it” and he's out a side door. I struggle almost manically, desperate to get away of whatever hell hole I've fallen into, but he knows what he's doing with these restraints. I would almost be excited to be restrained and taken by the scientist, bondage always made sex hotter for me, regardless of my level of willingness.

The table begins to move, but it's not just a table. It lifts so I'm in a standing position and then it begins to retract in multiple pieces, leaving me bound with my arms and legs spread in an X in the middle of the room.

“Now I'm going to start you off with just one, so I can gage what you can handle” the scientist shouts down to me from a platform about 20 feet above me, where he's sitting cross legged holding a notebook and pencil in one hand, and the other is about to pull on a rope.

Metal grates and a chain clanks behind me, but I don't have enough slack to turn and see what's coming for me. I hear a slithering coming upon me, but slimier somehow. Thrashing against my bonds I realize that his experiments are monstrosities, and he's unleashing one to fuck me. 

My inner thigh is stroked by a slimy… appendage? I can't see what it is but it's not a finger or hand, and it's joined by another and another, until 8 or more are stroking my legs and torso, the slime on them oozing and coating my skin. Without warning 2 of the appendages find what they are searching for and my cunt and ass are both invaded. I scream and struggle harder, but there's still no wiggle room in my restraints. I begin to sob as the creature moves below me, and I see a Catacomb Slug take shape, the tentacles on its bulbous head now using my holes.

I get a brief respite as it moves far enough past me that the tentacles no longer reach me, but now I can see what's coming for me, and I've never wished to be blindfolded more ardently in my life as I see it's mouth open. 

“We need to lower you by increments for the next parts” the scientist is entirely way to enthusiastic about this, completely deaf to my sobs and pleading. I lower by about 2 feet, right above the grotesque mouth with its jagged teeth, and I'm sure I'm about to die… tho death would probably be better than whatever comes next.

It's tongue inches out of its mouth, long and rough looking, with even more slime dripping from it. I will never feel clean after this. As it extends it splits in 2, as if it's been forked, as I've never seen one do that.

“Now you get to see where the experimentation has come in. It's fascinating really, I've had this pet since it was a baby, it was actually cute back then, but I wanted to see what would happen if I introduced other DNA to it while it was still in its egg sac. I didn't know what I was doing as well back then, so it was a cocktail of things and he got the forked tongue of a snake, am amphibious nature from the frog, but also that DNA mutated it's slime. Instead of having a hallucinogenic property like the frog, it first numbs it's prey, and then it begins to tingle on the skin, and as it absorbs it creates a euphoric effect”

The tingling had already begun, tho I wished I'd stayed numb. It builds and builds, somehow centering on my clit, and I am breathing heavier than I should be for how little I'm able to struggle. But then a glorious detached feeling occurs, and my mind feels released from my body as pleasure courses through all my veins. 

At that moment the 2 tongues begin to probe my holes, a glorious friction from the rough texture they have, and between that and the tingling I know I'd be soaked even without the slime. A low moan escapes me, and suddenly I no longer want to fight back. No man's cock has felt this good, no finger has elicited such pleasure as the sensations building in my clit as I'm fucked thoroughly and my first orgasm builds so intensely that my screams reverberate off the walls.

“Interesting, the subject has a much stronger response than expected. I anticipate great fun in witnessing my creatures break her.”

As my orgasm subsides I begin to lower again and the slug moves forward, its tail right below me. It lifts it up and it's cock emerges from the tip, and I suddenly am glad for any numbing and euphoria, as it's bigger than even the tongues, and knotted all along its length. 

“And now we see the results of the werewolf DNA that was added in. Surprising result really, that it's cock was the only part affected, I do hope that it doesn't break you before we're barely started, but he's never gotten a chance to use it and I feel sorry for the poor lad”

It slams it into my cunt up to the first knot, filling me so full, but feeling good so far. The first knot pops inside me, and now I'm stretched and I'm sure would be screaming if it's slime hadn't prepped me. It stays at this length and roughly fucks me, my body in pain but the slime still working on the pleasure. Faster and faster he pumps into me, a mewling sound emitting from it, and just before it cums, a secondary cock emerges and slams into my ass, just as the second knot enters my cunt, and both absolutely explode with cum, my stomach bulging from the pressure of how much has been secreted into my body. Both cocks slip out of me, and it curls up in the corner ready for a nap.

“Not even any bleeding, fantastic, excellent! You'll do wonderfully my dear” the scientist says as my bonds loosen, and he enters the room again, putting a collar and nipple clamps on me and using a chain attached to all of them to pull me from the room and lead me to the cell where I'm now laying and reminiscing, covered in the cum of multiple monsters, and replete from all the orgasms they gave me in the process.

[coupleoffanfics]

Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time. 

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

If I may ask how would you rank the escapability of yandere Alcuard, Walter, Anderson and Enrico and why

What a great question. I can see this going a few ways so I'm gonna write out the HC's and then at the end have the ranking! Trigger warnings include Yandere behavior such as violence both at others and reader, threats aimed at reader and others, stalking, confinement and unhealthy relationships

Alucard

Old or young Alucard is one of the worst people to gain an obsession on someone

You can't run from him, and you definitely can't hide, honestly even trying to isn't worth it

Escape is only possible when he's gone for a long time and only if you've managed to get Integra or Seras on your side

Though even with them that safety will only last a few years at most. They can only do so much, and Alucard isn't willing to let go

With his powers no matter the age or stage he's in Alucard is the most dangerous and impossible to escape but the best or worst part of it is that you likely won't want to

See Alucard for all his flaws loves strongly

All yanderes do but his stems from something much deeper and the way he treats you reflects this

You're given mostly free roaming rights, anything you could ask for will be gotten and he dotes on you endlessly, its nothing but bliss and love so the idea of running is so hard to form

Honestly, he's the hardest to run from and the easiest to fall for, it's just some really good Stockholm syndrome

It's not a big deal, even if you run and he finds you Alucard could never handle hurting you, it would rip him apart so at most he just lightly scolds you and forces you to stay in his line of sight

Walter

Another hard one to escape but he's more limited than the others for sure

Walter can and will keep you locked away, hidden from anyone other than Integra and Alucard

Though you'd be kept in such a lovely set of rooms it's a prison nonetheless and without anyone to rely on or talk with escape is hard to imagine

It's important to note though that it's very possible to leave, Walter is out so often and he's normally busy working with Integra so there's time

The problem comes with what happens after you see once you do get out you still have to escape the manor and flee as far from London as possible to get out of the Hellsing organization's reach

But even if you do that Walter won't stop looking for you, he'll do all he can to drag you back to his side and if he catches you, you'll never see the light of day again

The only thing that even kind of holds him back is Sir Integra's orders and that isn't always going to work any crack will be enough for him to slip away if only for a week, no one in your life will be safe

The best option is to go back, kiss up to him and you'll be treated wonderfully, family and friends will be given cash to keep quiet and you can even write them letters!

But that's it...nothing more just him and the pretty rooms again, you can run but hiding is much harder than you might think

The only risk is too your family Walter won't hurt you physically, you're much too important for that but breaking you emotionally or mentally is very much on the table

Anderson

Anderson is a tough case to be honest

He's gone so often and will most likely just leave you at the church or his home under the watchful eye of others

This is both good and bad, these people are nice, you could befriend them work to gain their trust and have them help you escape but in the same line of thinking they trust Anderson

They probably agree with what he's doing, they see you as an angel to protect and care for so they might also tell your plans to Anderson and pull the leash even tighter around your neck

If you do manage to get them on your side, then you're set for life. He won't find you if they let go, he's so busy with doing god's work and hunting down Alucard, not to mention helping out with the kids that unless others lend him a hand you just can't be found

However, should they turn on you, tell Anderson that you want to leave or anything like that then you'll never be free

There won't even be a chance to try and escape the rooms will get smaller, but the amount of people around will only grow

It's a high risk but high reward situation if you want to escape so honestly it comes down to how well you can adapt to the game being played

Anderson is someone who's willing to shall we say clip your wings if you get out of hand, he won't harm your family or friends but he's willing to chain you down for running, reshape you until you're nothing but a doll

Enrico

By far the easiest to escape from but also the most dangerous to get caught by

See most people within Enrico's organization aren't all that close with him personally meaning they're more willing to lend a hand if you make a good plea

Not only that but he's gone even more then Anderson though he's got cameras and locks on every door and window you can find a way with or without help

we'll call this the easy step, breaking out is the first and smallest hurdle with him

Hiding is a bit harder; he knows lots of people and can be just about anywhere for " work" but it's not impossible to just drop of the grid

Now here's where it can all go horribly wrong, without a trace of you left Maxwell is at risk of just fully going insane, he's latched onto you so hard it feels like part of him is dead when you're not here

He can't stand it and he'll blame everyone around him once you're gone, his subordinates, the people close to you and even random people that happen to cross him on the wrong day

And if he ever gets a hold of you that's the end of the line, now it's unlikely that he'll kill you, that would only make the pain he feels worse but other then that anything is on the table

He's angry that you would leave, don't you love him? Hasn't he shown how much he loves you? Maxwell wants you to feel all the pain he did while you were away from him and its a lot of pain

You'll never be free after that, locked away from anyone who could or would help, only ever able to see him, he's the only thing that keeps you connected to the world beyond cold and unfeeling walls

It's not worth running, it's too risky should he ever find you, you just have to wait and hope he stops coming back if you ever want real freedom

Happy Halloween! We did it! I managed to get this done. It took me a whole month but thank you for waiting! I hope you like it, I had more fun with it than I was expecting. If you read the other thing I posted today then you know what's up but if not here's a quick summary, I got promoted at work! It's a lot more work especially with all of the holidays so I don't have as much time to myself as I used to. Still, I'm gonna do my best to keep up with at least a once-a-month post. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you all had a very fun Halloween and if you don't celebrate it then I hope today was still good! Have a good night or day and I'll see you next post. ~ Lilly

[dairy-farmer]

More DamiTim brain rot ❤️ This time Reverse Robins flavored!

The specifics of how and why the Joker ends up killing Tim is important - The important thing is that Tim comes back, it gets dipped in the magic mountain dew, and eventually comes back to Gotham as the Red Hood.

Now, Red Hood Tim is a bit different from Red Hood Jason in that his low self-esteem meant he didn't think Bruce saw him as a son and wasn't super surprised/devastated when Bruce didn't manage to save him or kill the Joker in revenge. Red Hood Tim still kills occasionally, when he thinks it's necessary, because well he doesn't blame Bruce for not being willing to become a killer, he still believes that the Joker and some other really really bad people do need to die. Red Hood Tim is also very protective of children, and sex workers, and the people of Crime Alley.

Damian, who is Nightwing of course, and Bruce are understandably a bit concerned about this new murderous vigilante/antihero but don't put as much focus on him as they do their other rogues. That is until Red Hood ends up running across and saving Robin Jason. Something about Red Hoods behavior and what Jason was able to tell him about his interactions with Red Hood piques Damian's curiosity. Eventually, after a few weeks of careful surveillance, stakeouts, and clue collecting Damian comes to the realization - or at least suspicion - that Red Hood is somehow Tim.

Damian is ecstatic at the prospect, because he had been secretly a little lotta bit in love / list / obsessed with Tim before he died and was devastated by his loss. Now that he's back however, Damian formulates a plan to keep Tim safe and make Tim his. Bruce of course doesn't realize who the Red Hood is and still plans to lock him up for murder if he ever catches him. It just so happens that Damian catches him first.

Tim wakes up in A room he doesn't recognize, with a collar fastened around his neck. There is more than enough chain to allow him to comfortably move anywhere in the room, which is set up like a loft apartment with every amenity he could need, in an open floor plan. Shortly after waking up Damian appears and explains what's going on; that since the Red Hood is a murderer, he needs to be locked away. But because the Red Hood is Tim, Damian could never allow him to be put in Arkham or Blackgate. So Damian took the liberty of creating a hidden and secure place to keep Tim where he will be both unable to kill anyone else and safe.

At first Damian doesn't do anything suspicious or creep on Tim... At least for the first few days. Then he starts to get more touchy with Tim - petting his head, touching his waist or back, trying to tangle their fingers together. After a few days he stops giving Tim clothes to wear, insisting that Tim is incredibly clever and could find a way to use them somehow to escape and that it's fine if he's naked because no one else can see him and the room is temperature controlled for maximum comfort.

Tim, of course, tries everything he can think of to escape or get Damian to let him go: He explains his plans and all the proof he has that he's been making a positive difference, promises to stop killing and being Red Hood, promises to leave, promises to go back home to the Manor - anything and everything he can think of. Damian will of course hear none of it: He finally has his beloved Timothy back, kept safe and sound and Damian's.

I haven't decided if it would be better for Tim to try and use sex as a way to get Damian to let him free, or for Damian to gently non-con Tim - kissing and touching him gently, reassuring Tim of his love and devotion, only using the softest and most non-appraisive materials during the times when he has to/wants to tie Tim down, all while Tim cries and pleads and begs Damian not to do this. Telling Damian that this is rape and that it makes Damian just as bad as a lot of the people he puts away, or that it's wrong because they are brothers (Even if only by adoption... Or maybe not even that. Maybe Tim was only officially Bruce's ward when he died!)

Really, just Reverse Robins Damian catching and keeping his beloved, miraculously resurrected Tim locked away where only he can see him and touch him and love him and never let anything harm him or take him away from Damian again.

damian softly nonconning resurrected tim!!!! believing its a second opportunity to be together since their time together was cut short so soon. convincing tim to let him touch him while telling him how much he loves him but still 'hurting' him even though damian doesn't think of what he's doing as "hurting" tim 😍😍😍😍

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 2 - Pariah

Waking up in the Raymond Manor isn't exactly the most eventful, or even cheerful activity one can do. Katrina, of all people, would know after all.  Her personal maid gets into her room, wakes her up, helps her dress - As though she's incapable of doing so herself! The audacity! - Then she is served breakfast, which consists of the same type of tea every damn day, and some bread and jam, or some scones. Nothing too much, of course, or her silhouette is going to get ruined.

Once the morning routine is over, and she's had her make up and hair done, she begins her classes. Not that she has the privilege of choosing what lessons she could do, otherwise, she'd have loved to pursue her love and passion for Science and Medicine. Ever since she's found her brother's hidden book stash, she's been obsessed with learning more. Alas, she was forced to study arts, languages and lady mannerism... 

Of course, she was of the impression that each and every skill, no matter how little or insignificant, should prove useful, in one way or another; Though her parents simply wish her to appear aesthetically pleasing for her future husband. She's never going to be allowed to get a job, she's just supposed to marry her fiance soon and start popping out an endless string of heirs. Exist simply for the sake of others. Being born in a noble family where only appearances and wealth matter - A privilege for the men, a curse for the women. Lo and behold the blood purity of the Raymond family!

All day, every day, the very same, maddening things. Violin class. German class. French class. Latin class. Painting class. Manners class. Dancing class.

Katrina was at her wit's end. Her parents being unnecessarily strict wasn't helping either - They were of the belief that the sole role of a woman was to bring heirs into this world and look pleasing to her Lord Husband's eye.  Katrina strongly disagrees. She had the mental capacity, the ambition and the strength to become someone worthy, someone relevant in society - And that can only be done if she manages to break free from the invisible bird cage she was locked in.

Eighteen years. It will be eighteen years in January that she's had to go through all this. Things had to stop, forever. Katrina was at her breaking point - She was dead set on escaping this endless purgatory loop and get the hell out of this place. Her mind was set. She was going to start living her life.

As the grandfather clock chimed midnight, Katrina hopped off her bed and kicked the luggage hidden behind the wardrobe; She threw inside a few comfortable dresses and all of her brother's secret science books. Once her bag was done, she took all the bed sheets and the rest of the dresses, tying them together, and to the edge of the bedpost and threw it off the window, climbing down, like in the story of Rapunzel.

The perk of living in London was that she knew exactly who she could go and ask for help - The notoriously strange Undertaker. After about two or three hours of walking though the dark, cobbled streets of this wretched city, and thankfully successfully avoiding all the strays, hobos and the drunks, she was able to find her way in front of the Undertaker's parlor. She firmly knocked on the door and trying the handle, she nonchalantly stepped inside, hearing the familiar eerie giggle echoing through the pitch black room.

Waking up in the Raymond Manor isn't exactly the most eventful, or even cheerful activity one can do. Katrina, of all people, would know after all.  Her personal maid gets into her room, wakes her up, helps her dress - As though she's incapable of doing so herself! The audacity! - Then she is served breakfast, which consists of the same type of tea every damn day, and some bread and jam, or some scones. Nothing too much, of course, or her silhouette is going to get ruined.

Once the morning routine is over, and she's had her make up and hair done, she begins her classes. Not that she has the privilege of choosing what lessons she could do, otherwise, she'd have loved to pursue her love and passion for Science and Medicine. Ever since she's found her brother's hidden book stash, she's been obsessed with learning more. Alas, she was forced to study arts, languages and lady mannerism... 

Of course, she was of the impression that each and every skill, no matter how little or insignificant, should prove useful, in one way or another; Though her parents simply wish her to appear aesthetically pleasing for her future husband. She's never going to be allowed to get a job, she's just supposed to marry her fiance soon and start popping out an endless string of heirs. Exist simply for the sake of others. Being born in a noble family where only appearances and wealth matter - A privilege for the men, a curse for the women. Lo and behold the blood purity of the Raymond family!

All day, every day, the very same, maddening things. Violin class. German class. French class. Latin class. Painting class. Manners class. Dancing class.

Katrina was at her wit's end. Her parents being unnecessarily strict wasn't helping either - They were of the belief that the sole role of a woman was to bring heirs into this world and look pleasing to her Lord Husband's eye.  Katrina strongly disagrees. She had the mental capacity, the ambition and the strength to become someone worthy, someone relevant in society - And that can only be done if she manages to break free from the invisible bird cage she was locked in.

Eighteen years. It will be eighteen years in January that she's had to go through all this. Things had to stop, forever. Katrina was at her breaking point - She was dead set on escaping this endless purgatory loop and get the hell out of this place. Her mind was set. She was going to start living her life.

As the grandfather clock chimed midnight, Katrina hopped off her bed and kicked the luggage hidden behind the wardrobe; She threw inside a few comfortable dresses and all of her brother's secret science books. Once her bag was done, she took all the bed sheets and the rest of the dresses, tying them together, and to the edge of the bedpost and threw it off the window, climbing down, like in the story of Rapunzel.

The perk of living in London was that she knew exactly who she could go and ask for help - The notoriously strange Undertaker. After about two or three hours of walking though the dark, cobbled streets of this wretched city, and thankfully successfully avoiding all the strays, hobos and the drunks, she was able to find her way in front of the Undertaker's parlor. She firmly knocked on the door and trying the handle, she nonchalantly stepped inside, hearing the familiar eerie giggle echoing through the pitch black room.

"Oh dear, who do we have here? Are you not aware of the time~?" one by one, small candles started lighting up, revealing the creepy man and his large grin, standing inside a vertical coffin. "I believe it is exactly 3:15am, sir." Katrina answered, straining her eyes to read the dark clock from the parlor. "Is it not quite late for a young lady, such as yourself, to be going into creepy shops?" the Undertaker hummed in amusement. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but being 3 IN THE MORNING, I believe it is too EARLY." she put emphasis on the words, cheekily letting the luggage fall to the ground. "And with what purpose have you come here, in my humble parlor, at this early hour, much before the opening time?" the man quickly corrected himself, not without the complimentary chuckle.

"I need your help and I think you are the sole person in this disgusting, God-forsaken city, that could help me." the girl replied, slowly prowling around.

"You think, or you hope?" the man ticked her off. "A bit of both, Undertaker. A bit of both. So will you hear me out?" she couldn't help but sigh in annoyance at his antics. "I am listening... With a condition." Undertaker said. "By all means, do take a seat, my coffins are quite comfortable. I believe we have quite the interesting conversation ahead. It would be rude of me to keep a lady standing." "Why, thank you for your hospitality." as instructed, she sat opposite of him - A small table positioned between them. "You want to know why am I here, correct?" the man's grin only widened. "I am not certain you remember, but when I was young, my elder brother died of a disease and my parents allowed me to choose his coffin. Nevertheless, the day I came here, I became fascinated with... Science." as she spoke, she found herself standing up and walking around the parlor again. She noticed a skull on a shelf, and she picked it in her palm, stroking it tenderly. "After his death, I started studying my brother's books that he kept hidden under his bed. He, much like myself, was also science-orientated." "A noble woman, with all the commodities in the world, except for her freedom, thus, having nothing really at all. What a sad life to live, little bird." the Undertaker's comment made her snap a glare his way. "We are at the end of the 19th century and the role of the female gender is null. Birth-giving is not a relevant role. Looking pleasing is not a relevant role. And this is not normal at all! If the true capacity of all women that have to suppress their intelligence would be developed, then the world would have been much, much farther than it is now." Katrina exclaimed, returning to her seat on the coffin. "And you came here so that you -" the man was cut off immediately by the girl speaking. "So that I could help you with autopsies and -" but she, too, had her sentence continued. "Be able to study science at your leisure." the man seemed incredibly delighted at the story he was told. "I would be glad to welcome you as my new apprentice, then, my lady." "Katrina. Just Katrina is fine. After all, I'm not exactly a noble lady anymore. I am a simple, runaway girl. A pariah, if you will." the red head scoffed, looking away with disdain. "Any girl is a lady, my dear." the Undertaker corrected her. "Suit yourself. Just let me tag along. I require no payment. I just need to survive somehow." she cleared her throat, only to see the man waltzing to her coffin and pull her into his chest, petting her hair as though she was some kind of animal. "Worry not, child, for I will take care of you, for as long as you need." though Kat hasn't felt this awkward and uncomfortable in a long time, she had to admit, it was not a bad feeling altogether. "You have my thanks. And now... Regarding the famous Jack the Ripper case... What do you know?" Kat could feel a low rumble erupting from his throat, hauntingly resounding through the place. "What do you want me to know, little songbird?" he asked, his long nails tilting her chin up to face him. "Everything." with a creepy laugh, he lead Katrina to a back room, where different corpses were laid, and despite the late hour, they started her first official lesson in anatomy and forensics. "How greedy you are, my little songbird - I might just confuse you with a magpie." the man laughed at her.

"Either way, you would be copiously wrong. After all, Undertaker, I am a fox, not some silly bird." she harshly corrected him, not without a hint of condescence.

"You may wish to reconsider some day, my dear. The Queen is known to often indulge in fox hunts, after all; She loves her fox-fur clothes." he taunted her. "And noblemen are especially fond of pretty birds who can sing pretty melodies on command."

"You better cease with your ideas, Undertaker, unless you want me to rip your throat out and take over your business." she gripped him by the neck of his robes, roughly pulling her down to her level.

"You are so full of life, my dear lady - I can only hope that you will have plenty of years ahead of you to remain just as lively." hearing his ominous implication, Katrina bruskly pushed him away, though she eyed him suspiciously before crouching down to the farther-most coffin, waiting for the first lecture.

Until the Sun rose up on the sky, Katrina listened intently to every word that the Undertaker was speaking - Those which regarded the medical topic, at least - Though she soon found her eyes closing against her will, and it was decided that she should rest for a while, before the parlor opens and she gets to be shown how to help him business-wise also.

During her sleep, however, Kat had a flashback she never thought she'd remember again. It featured her brother, in his bed, before the night of the funeral. That night, she sat in a chair, near his bed, holding his cold hand, and weeping. It was getting colder and colder, especially since the room window was open and the winter's harsh breeze was whipping her skin.

However, when she got up to close the window, a most peculiar individual in a suit, with a gardening tool in his grasp, was in front of her, looking sternly, with piercing, glowing green eyes, of a shade much brighter than her own. They looked mystical... Otherworldly.

"Ex-Excuse me, sir... But may I ask... Who are you?" the little child gulped, trying her best to stay brave in front of the intruder. "My name is William T. Spears and I am here to collect your brother's soul." the man spoke in an impersonal, firm voice. "What do you mean? Who are you? No... WHAT are you?" she asked, peering straight into those supernatural orbs. "A Shinigami." he replied simply, taking out a small red book and rapidly flipping the pages, until he reached a certain profile. "Katrina Raymond, seven years of age, born on January 3rd." he read from the book. "You are about to witness your brother's cinematic record. Have these last memories as a divine gift." William readied the branch snapper. "Now stand aside, young one."

Scuttering behind him, William collected her brother's soul by impaling his dead body and before her very eyes, Katrina could see her brother's memories - With herself, with their parents and dog, with his friends from Weston college... And some other scenes that she couldn't quite understand.

"Remember this moment, young one. Your brother was unable to escape the grips of fate... Perhaps you may." William went to leave through the window, but just before he left, Katrina rushed to grab his waistcoat and made him turn to her. "Mr. William? Tell me the truth of my brothers death - Please! What did he die of? They said it's a disease... B-But I'm not sure how true that is; He didn't have that illness's symptoms!! I suspect foul play!" the Shinigami looked down at her tearful eyes, and something about her naive innocence, associated with the truth of her brother's death, made his heart break. He hated to admit, but children have always been a weakness of his. He looked at Katrina with pity, a pondering look on his face and said a single word, before looking away and leaping out of the room. "Disease". and thus remained the finality of her brother's epilogue.

As Katrina woke up, recalling the dream she just had, her vision still blurry; She stretched her arms - Only to see a food tray being shoved in front of her, and a grinning Undertaker, awfully jovial. "Good afternoon, little ray of sunshine~" "I didn't expect this-... But uh... Good afternoon to you too?" the girl muttered, her voice still hoarse from her sleepiness, only to straighten immediately. "Afternoon?! Is it afternoon already? Undertaker, you should NOT have allowed me to sleep in so much! I'm going to become a slob!" "Sleep is most important for a young lady like yourself to gain her strength - Surely, you know that already, don't you?" his reply only made her glare at him. "I will get ready as fast as I can and we can start working." she snatched the tray from his hands and began eating. "So diligent~! Yes, yes, we will have a most interesting day ahead! I strongly believe so!" with a melodic hum, the man waltzed out of her room, allowing her the required time to enjoy her routine.

After she finished eating and prepared for the day, Katrina dressed up in a simple, comfortable green dress; She wished she had black dresses - Alas, she owned only colours to make her look pretty, but nothing practical. As she idly started working on an autopsy, she unconsciously found herself muttering, again and again "Cyno... Matrix..."  trying to relate it to something... Anything that makes sense... The memories she was shown that night...

The constant murmurs seemed to attract the man's attention, as he cocked his head to the side quizzically. "Are you saying something, dear?" "Oh, I apologise for disturbing you. I just remembered a past memory from my childhood and I'm trying to understand something that makes little sense... If, at all." she sighed softly, ruffling her hair, which was simply let down, for once. "And what would that be?" the Undertaker asked, propping his elbows on the counter and resting his chin on his hands. "Do you believe in Shinigami, Undertaker?" she abruptly turned to face him. "Like in those old stories?" he giggled lightly. "I know it sounds stupid, but I think I met one, when my brother died." Katrina sighed, annoyed with herself. "He somehow came in the room through the window... The third floor window, mind you... With a branch snapper or something... And he said he was there to collect my brother's soul." Undertaker's smirk seemed to grown "Are you sure you weren't dreaming, my dear? Might have been your young self's way of coping with the shock of losing your beloved brother~."  "I don't think that's the case. He told me to remember that moment... It couldn't have been a coping defense mechanism - I have always been a rational person!" Kat exclaimed with mild frustration. "That sounds fantastic~. Anything else about this individual?" his voice almost sounded teasing. "I can't remember much... But he wore glasses and had bright green eyes... They looked as if they were glowing... Nothing humanly... And when he impaled my brother, I saw his memories! Yes, that's right - I was in his memories too! It had to be right. He said it was a... Um... Cyno... Matrix record? Cynomatrix... Is that even a word?" she tried to explain, though the puzzle pieces weren't fitting together. "Or perhaps... A Cinematic record~?" Kat's eyes widened comically at the sound of the key word. "Cine... Matic... Cinematic re- YES! You are correct! It was a Cinematic Record! Now the word makes much more sense!" she exclaimed in shock. "The story sounds stunning, but how are you going to prove it is true?" the man giggled at her, waltzing from behind the bar, and to her spot. "I can only try and pursue it somehow, correct?" she spoke firmly. "Dreams do come true, if you pursue them and fight for them." he answered enigmatically. "Do you know what else I've been dreaming of; Though, I think that finding a Shinigami would be far easier to accomplish than this one..." she muttered softly, only to earn a hum to continue. "You must have heard of Weston College, haven't you? The best College in the country?" "Oh yes, I see where you're going with this. You wish to attend this College, which would help greatly with your career, am I correct?" her cheeks warmed up slightly, serving as a positive answer. "I will see what I can do, dearie~." before Kat could answer him, the sound of the door bell softly chiming was heard, indicating the arrival of customers. "Do join us, my dear! Let me make my entrance though - Follow right behind!" "... Of bloody course..." like a child, he hid in a coffin, his eccentric, creepy giggle resounding through the whole parlor.

Sighing, and with her hands soaked in blood, Katrina kicked the door to the front of the house open, glaring at her boss. "Glad you joined us, dearie~!" he chirped, only to see his little apprentice march up in front of him and use his grey robes to wipe away the blood. "You are a menace, Undertaker." she scoffed, leaning back on the counter, her arms crossed. "Manners, my dear. This is Earl Phantomhive, I believe you know him by now." Katrina immediately snapped her head to look at the young, frowning boy with an eyepatch. "Phantomhive? Are you, really? Queen's Chihuahua and all that?" she found herself asking. "It is EARL Phantomhive for you." the young boy snapped at her like a brat. "Undertaker, since when did you employ such uncouth workers?" "Little Earl, Little Earl, don't insult my little fox, she might bite your nose in your sleep!" the man cackled in amusement. "That's right, Ciel - Didn't you know, Noble Women are not allowed to work, therefore, I'm just a simple apprentice." Katrina smirked down at him. "Who in the world are you?" Ciel asked perplex. "Don't you remember Katrina, Ciel? Daughter of the High Court Judge, Duke Nicholas Raymond - You used to play together when she was courted by Edward, right?" the Earl's aunt hummed in amusement. "Angelina, you have no idea how great it is to be seeing you again." Kat offered her a smile before pulling her into a familial embrace. "I am surprised they let you out of the house. How did you manage?" Madame Red smirked down at the girl. "I ran away, of course. I wanted to pursue a medical career, much like you. There are only so many paintings one can do before they go crazy." she chuckled casually. Whenever they would all meet up, Angelina was always the one she loved spending time with - Her, Rachel and Vincent, of course. "You should have come over to stay at mine. A funeral parlor is no place for a beautiful young lady like yourself to be at." Angelina whined playfully. "It's quite alright - I actually think it's a great place for me. I'm enjoying my stay here." the girl smiled back. "No wonder the Queen's letter mentioned a certain fox. That was you. I had no idea you became one one Her Majesty's companions." Ciel grunted in response. "Actually, I'm quite sure I was a fox before you become a puppy." Kat smirked down at him. "Now, I believe you should be introducing your companions. I don't recall you parading yourself with a young butler - Unless Tanaka somehow found the Fountain of Youth."

"Tanaka is home, with the other servants. This is Sebastian." Ciel threw a dismissive hand towards the butler.

Sebastian bowed at the lady, holding her hand and placing a kiss on it. "It is an honor, my lady."

"Likewise." as the man rose his head, Katrina noticed the magenta flash of his cat-like eyes, glowing for just a split second. "Lovely eyes." she found herself sharply looking in his eyes - He, also, though there was this hidden glint of mischief that seemed to be taunting her.

"And this is Lau, of the KunLun trading company." Ciel pointed towards his Chinese companion.

"Nǐ hǎo, wǒ měilì de húdié." the man smiled enigmatically at her, bowing slightly at the waist, though with some hint of royal vibes.

"I'm not sure what you said, but I hope you called me beautiful." Kat chuckled lightly, doing a little courtesy for him, before addressing the whole group. "You are here because of the Ripper thing, right?"

"Precisely~. Everyone's been scared because of the disturbance. But this isn't the first time I've handled this kind of thing." Undertaker hummed, as though he was high on opium.

"Not the first time? And what do you mean by that?" Madame Red found herself inquiring.

"It happened before. A case where prostitutes were killed. In fact, the way they were killed was similar too." Undertaker allowed his words to linger like dripping poison.

"The police didn't fuss about it much. Quite ignorant, if you ask me. Speaks volumes about how safe we are, as a society." Katrina scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"But the murdered prostitutes had all something in common." the parlor owner continued speaking.

"Something in common...?" Ciel found himself repeating in a voice barely above a murmur.

"What is it?" the butler asked in his master's stead.

"Well now, I wonder what. I wonder what it is indeed. Is it bothering you?" as Undertaker dragged his sentences, Kat couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose, remembering that he also asked for a price for her staying over, and though it was seemingly paid, she wasn't sure how exactly she managed to entertain him. She was going to have a blast.

"I see, so that's how it is. You're very good at business, Undertaker. So? How much money do you want?" Lau was the first to hum, realising the hidden meaning behind those words.

"Oh, no, no money here, I assure you. This buffoon isn't shallow enough to beg for this capitalistic kind of currency." the master of the place found himself laughing, throwing his arms up into the sky before draping them around his little apprentice's petite body, forcefully pulling her into his chest and petting her hair as though she was some kind of house cat.

"You've only just arrived, and you know me so well! I might as well cry!" he giggled, swinging the poor, dizzy girl back and forth. "You see, young Earl, I have no interest in the Queen's money! Instead, there is something, a single requirement that I have -" the man threw Kat back towards the coffin; though he might have miscalculated how hazy her vision was, as she got the heel of her boot caught in the corner of the coffin they were sitting on, and the lady unceremoniously found herself falling to the ground with a little squeal. "A FIRST RATE LAUGH!" the Undertaker was absolutely flying with euphoria, whilst his poor apprentice was dexterously caught in the rescuing arms of her black butler knight.

"That is no way to treat a lady, Undertaker. I will have to ask you to be more attentive when it comes to Miss Raymond's well-being." Sebastian mildly scolded the parlor owner, though he was in a completely other world. Despite all this, Kat didn't quite mind being held by the butler - In fact, the way his baritone voice spoke so close to her ear almost sent a shiver down her spine.

"That is quite alright, I suppose I have to get used to his antics, sooner rather than later. Thank you for the rescue, Sebastian... And do call me by my name, if you will." with a little help, the red head was able to sit back on the coffin, though keeping the safe distance from the madman.

"As you wish, my lady." the raven haired man nodded at her with a simple smile.

"Well then, if entertainment is needed, let me handle this. The sleeping Tiger of the Shanghai's New Year party, also referred to as my soul! This should satisfy you! Do you like it?" all the people inside of the parlor blinked in complete confusion at his attempt at... Whatever he wanted to say. It failed tragically either way. "It looks like he still won't talk, Lau. It can't be helped then. I, Madam Red, a Beauty of High Society, shall make my appearance now! If I ask him, he'll be sure to tell us!" though Madame Red boasted about her social butterfly status and proceeded to spew around all the gossips and dirty jokes that she knew, for at least an hour... Her attempt ended also in complete failure, and Undertaker was compelled to plaster both their mouths shut. "That was tragic." Katrina sighed, shaking her head in disdain. "Honestly, you will have to do much better than that if you want to get a laugh out of a man who serenades every cadaver he meets" "Come on, Earl, I've helped you many times in the past, can't you be nice to me just this once?" Undertaker whined, his fingers wiggling as long nails almost scraped as his soft cheeks.  "It can't be helped." Sebastian spoke firmly, raising the sleeves of his coat. "S-Sebastian?!" gasped out his butler's name in shock. "It's the butler's turn now?" Undertaker hummed, a grin on his face. "Everyone, please step outside for a moment." the raven haired man instructed his companions. "You must absolutely NOT peek inside." "Entertain us, O, the saving grace of the little, helpless puppy." Katrina smirked provoking at him, crossing a leg over the other and leaning forward, unmoving from the coffin she was sitting on. The butler cleared his throat, and with a straight face, he spoke out his joke. "The strangest kind of table is the onion." said he, in that mild, alluring voice of his. "...The onion... A table? Are you high on opium, Mr. Butler? That simply cannot be." Katrina scoffed at him, rather amused at his attempted. "Oh, but yes it is, my lady. It is a vegetable." using the right emphasis to show off the validity of his previous claim, Undertaker found himself falling off the counter and laughing so hard that the whole parlor shook. Katrina, also, couldn't help but look away and hide her shocked laugh - How could a joke so bad make one laugh so good? "... I am appalled and impressed at the same time. You have my respect, Sebastian." the man bowed deeply in front of the lady, though she didn't miss the split second smirk and yet another flash of those bewitching eyes of his. "I am most honoured, My Lady." 

As Sebastian gracefully invited everyone back to the parlor, Katrina had to get up and attempt to calm down the mortician, albeit, with the use of some dog biscuits, as she started telling them the story of the Jack the Ripper victims.

"Based on that laughter, I can only assume Undertaker was satisfied with the payment, therefore, it is safe for me to disclose the research I've done." Kat cleared her throat, a somber serenity taking over her. "All of the victims were female prostitutes and all of them had a missing, representative organ. If you haven't guessed by now, it's the uterus. It's been carefully taken away. In fact, I would say, it was accurately, surgically removed." "That is correct, my dear. Recently, this kind of 'guests'  have been rapidly increasing. Their whole bodies dripping with blood, it's made me very busy. I am, however, thankful to my little apprentice." Undertaker hummed euphorically.

"The pleasure is all mine, by all means. If I may continue on this report and add up to the last fact of being 'carefully' taken away, one might conclude that, despite being few people on the streets at night, the culprit has at least the minimum anatomical knowledge, to perform such a clean and specific organ removal, in the pitch black of the back-alleys they were found in." the apprentice continued on.

"Very well, little fox, you did your homework well~. Young Earl, if he had to act on such a short time, he should slit the throat first and proceed to cut the stomach. It's easier to succeed this way. He will keep committing crimes, unless someone stops him. Can you stop him? The Notorious Noble - Earl of Phantomhive." the mortician taunted the little earl.

"The world of darkness has the world of darkness' rules. He wouldn't murder random people for no reason." Ciel concluded simply.

"A serial killer always follows a certain pattern. Should be easy enough to catch him." Kat nodded her head in solemn agreement.

"Then, want to join in the fun of one of the Queen's underground pet? I doubt you've done any legwork your entire life." the chihuahua smirked at the surprised little fox.

"Oh, you want me to join?" with the silent excitement and joy of a child, her sparkling green eyes shifted towards the Undertaker, awaiting for his approval.

"Take care of my little fox, Earl. Bring her home safe. I wouldn't want to see her becoming some ugly noble lady's fur scarf." the comment only made the girl glare at him and get to her feet, turning her back to the man.

"Foxes have rabies, Undertaker. We live together now - I would sleep with both eyes open from now on, if I were you." despite her threats, the man found himself laughing copiously once again.

"Sorry for intruding, Undertaker. Let's go."

With Ciel bidding farewell to the mortician, Katrina was guided to the carriage, where the group discussed the issue of the 'Season' that just barely begun, and how most people were perfectly arrived in the capital. Doctors, medical students, physicians and all kinds of aristocrats were included in the list. The butler affirmed he will be doing a report on all potential suspects. "Are you going to suspect me also, butler~?" the red head smirked challengingly at him. "If you do, I shall be awaiting for an alibi-search soon." Sebastian merely hummed, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and with a nod of acknowledgement, he... Jumped out of the carriage. Though everyone was concerned for the butler's life, Ciel simply smirked, shrugging him off. Clearly, this butler was nothing human - He couldn't be, could he?

And exactly as she suspected, by the time they arrived home, Sebastian had both prepared tea and managed to write out an endless list of all the suspects and had their alibis verified. Oh, Ciel, what have you gotten yourself into, Katrina wondered, raising a quizzical, suspicious eyebrow at the disconcerting eyebrow at the man. All the ignorant idiots were fooled by his charm - Yet none was taking into account that nothing he was doing fell into the realm of the human power. "I'm just one HELL of a butler." he said, alluding a rather bizarre emphasis. Hell. Demons were from Hell. Could he, also? Certainly, if her dream of Reapers had any kind of validity, perhaps, angels and demons existed also, and roamed their earth, disguised as humans. A true wolf in sheep's clothing.

Serving their afternoon tea and snacks, Sebastian pointed out the only possible suspect on the list, none other than the Viscount of Druitt. Hearing that familiar name, Katrina found herself choking on a piece of scone. "Now that you mention it, I do recall he's been into black magic recently." Madame Red recalled some rumours. "Black magic? People actually believe in that rubbish?" Kat seemed genuinely surprised. "Still, he is suspected of carrying out some sort of ceremony at that "Secret party" . And to use those prostitutes as altar sacrifices?" Lau asked. "Sacrifices don't require you to be careless with the body, do they?" the girl asked, before stealing a glance at the butler. "Is he trying to summon a demon or what? Don't they like virgins?" just as expected - Or, perhaps, it was intended - Sebastian stole a glance at her as soon as she mentioned the demons, yet he remained silent. "Don't be absurd." Ciel reproached her. "At the nineteenth hour today, Viscount Druitt will be hosting a party. The seasonal period will be ending soon. I believe tonight will be the best time to investigate." Sebastian explained to them. "And I know just how to get everyone inside." Katrina's mischievous smirk seemed to cheer everyone up.

Thanks to the resourcefulness of not only Ciel, but Madam Red also, Katrina was able to get dressed in a beautiful green dress of a similar shade as her eyes; Her make up was light and feminine, though the eyeshadow and red lips were enough to bring out the subtle sultriness of her graceful features.  In spite of all the uncomfortableness she had to endure, as she was never one for social gatherings and parties to begin with, there was little she could do to stop her laughter once she got to see Ciel being laced up in a corset by his butler and suffering the same agony women do daily. Not only that, but that  pretty pink dress was rather adorable on him, and that wig went perfect with his eyes also. The poor boy could only glare and snap at his once friend for her pointed comments, though he was unable to retaliate much.

It was rather unfortunate for him, really, and Katrina wouldn't have quite minded being the bait herself - Alas, the Viscount's own nephew was her fiance, so of course he knows her well enough as it is. By the time they reached Druitt's mansion, she could only let out an amused breath, as old memories, all of them good, resurfaced. Her fiance was a good man, and out of every possible suitor, she was glad he was chosen... Especially as Edward was rather boring and too shy for his own good.

Undertaker would have received a life-payment watching poor Ciel struggling with the dress though, and it would be just as fun once she returns home and narrates the whole ordeal.

With Katrina in the lead, informing the guard of who she was, and the retinue she brought along, there was little room for questioning. She flashed a mischievous smirk towards her companions before stepping inside the manor and subtly looking around for the fair haired noble man.

Alas, as Madame Red and Lau dispersed themselves to blend within the crowd, the trio was left to fend for themselves once they heard the familiar squeal of delight that Lizzie, Ciel's fiancee, let out as she was gazing in awe and gushing about everyone, and unfortunately, discovered them, getting excited about their pretty outfits.

Evidently, if she were to get too close to Ciel, she'd recognise him, disguise or not, thus, Kat had to stand behind and distract her.  With a nod acknowledgement towards the two, she sighed and walked towards the blonde girl, entertaining her a bit.

"Ah, Kat, your dress is so cute! And you look sooo pretty! I'm so glad to see you again!" Lizzie squealed, barely able to contain herself in one place. "Thank you, Lizzie, I'm happy to see you as well. It's been a while, hasn't it?" she hummed in agreement. "Too long!" the girl pouted adorably. "Soon, we should definitely meet again! I miss our short fencing spars!" she exclaimed happily. "And the tea parties!" the red head said. "Yes, definitely! It would be like old times!" Lizzie's sunshine happiness was contagious. "Certainly! If only Ciel and Edward would join us. Then again, neither can refuse a cute girl like you~." she winked at the blonde. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it! I'm sure my brother will be so happy to see you again, too!" Lizzie squealed in absolute delight. "So do I! Now, excuse me, dear, but I just saw someone I know and I'll go greet them. Enjoy the party~!" the two did their pretty courtesies to each other before taking off in different directions.

Picking up the pace, Katrina gracefully got behind the Viscount, tapped him on the shoulder and did a pretty courtesy to greet his relative by alliance. Once he turned to see what gorgeous lady was desperately seeking for his charming attention, he flashed a dazzling smile and did a courtesy back, picking her hand and placing a kiss on her fingers.

"Ah, young Kitten, you look gorgeous today! How lovely it is to see you!" Aleister's enigmatic smile was ever plastered on his face. "The pleasure is all mine, Viscount. You see, I came here with my dear friend who is not from around, and she really wanted to meet you. She is, if I might say, quite the lovely dove. I am sure you are going to love her company." Kat retorted a similar fake smile. "Oh~?" the blond smirked. "A young little bird, so eager to meet me? I am flattered! And where is she~?" his excitement sounded on the border of lechery. "Right there. The one dancing with her tutor." Kat purposely glued herself to the man, guiding his chin in the direction of Ciel, who was trying so hard to blend in and dance with Sebastian; Even potentially stop himself from puking from disgust. "Yes, quite lovely indeed, and so very graceful. Will you do me the honor of introducing us, my dear?" the low rumble of a satisfied hum generated the success of their mission. "Oh, of course, by all means." as if he could feel the boring eyes into the back of his head, Ciel turned his head, making contact with the red head, who gestured a wave for them to approach.

The Viscount, of course, being the charmer that he is, kissed Ciel's hand and complimented 'her'. "Quite fascinating. A lovely dancer, just like a robin." Katrina had to keep her smirk strongly out of control, and the tutor could see the way she was struggling to keep composed. It was quite endearing for one so supposedly sly to so easily break her vixen-like composure. "G-Good evening." Ciel tried his best impression of a girl's voice, though he found himself stuttering as he posed. "Please excuse her, she is quite shy." Kat placed her hand on the Viscount's shoulder. "Don't you mind it too much, though... I'm certain she's going to relax around you, once she gets to know you better." the emphasis on such well-chosen words were enough to make the Viscount smirk, dark plans already at the ready. "I shall thank you for bringing her along, you lovely Kitten." though there was something endearing about having such an adorable nickname based on her name, Katrina absolutely abhorred it when he was the one calling her so. "I believe you will both find each other's company quite... Intriguing. Adieu~!" with a giggle hidden behind the fan, the red head stepped away, allowing the two their much needed intimate, private moments, yet not without a wink addressed to the poor cross-dressing boy left behind in the hands of a lecherous pervert.

The plan was unfolding rather smoothly and Katrina watched, leaning back on the refreshments' table, as the Viscount dragged Ciel away to some other room, away from the banquet, all whilst she was savouring a rather expensive champagne. Alas, there was no water.

Like a silent phantasm, the butler made his way by her side, accompanying her. It would be rude manners to leave a lady unattended, and that went against his code of conduit. "Enjoying the evening, my lady?" "Hardly." Katrina scoffed at him. "Quite a pity, wouldn't you say?" the man slurred his words like a venomous snake. "At least someone is enjoying it." she found herself smirking. "Are you talking about the Young Master, or about his aunt?" Katrina had to shift her gaze to watch as Madame Red became to utmost center of attention and everyone was flocking around her like moths to the flame. "Both." she found herself chuckling. "Definitely both Young Mistresses." Seeing as there was little one could do at a formal ball, except for conversing and dancing, Sebastian bent his waist to courtesy her, extending a hand her way. "While we are waiting for the Young Mistress to return, shall we dance, my lady?"

Katrina looked down at his hand, them at his seducing visage, and she huffed in disdain. "How come a demon such as yourself finds the idea of mundane entertainment to be amusing?" "You make a valid point, my dear lady. However, it would, of course, prove most unfitting for someone of my dutiful position to appear to suggest, Heavens-forbid, any signs of disdain for what I believe is regarded as social etiquette on these fine occasions." the butler retorted immediately, yet not without using words that would combat her use of a devilish persona.

"Social etiquette? Surely you must be joking. Such repetitive displays are hardly 'social etiquette' so much as a dreary protocol. I, for one, tire greatly of it. No fool in his right mind could possibly consider this to be enjoyable." as to further prove her point, she unfolded her fan and flapped it lethargically, as though she was mocking Angelina herself.

The butler, however, couldn't help but smirk at the poison dripping from every word of dread she affiliated with the event. "Now now, I must advise that you pay attention to that sharp tone of yours. It's most unbecoming of a lady." "Says whom? This wretched social protocol again?" she let out a theatrically exaggerated sigh.

"Not at all. I simply fear that the Young Mistress may be expressing just enough surly, unladylike behaviour for the two of you. We are at a ball, after all." the man retorted with just as much content grace as before.

"As my current escort of sorts, I believe that the duty of keeping your lady happy  and entertained is all yours. Surely social protocol has to work at least somewhat in my benefit." Katrina shifted her gaze deep into his empty, void-like eyes; There was nothing that she could see, let alone a soul.

"Oh my, you're rather a tricky one, aren't you?" a cunning smile was plastered on his face, ever so charming.

"If you truly are the model butler you claim to be, I don't believe it should present a problem to you." she, too, retaliated with a similar kind of provoking expression.

"A problem? Oh, good heavens, no. A challenge, perhaps. And my, how I do like a challenge." Katrina couldn't help but let out an empty half-laugh.

"For a demon, you jump quickly at preaching about benevolence and heaven's grace, when you're nothing but an evil wretch. How very amusing of one of your dreary position, having to pretend to be a human, when you're anything but. A slave, doing every bidding of a child and his obnoxious whims." she chuckled, her words though sounding like honeyed mead, were frozen and cutting.

"I believe I have already warned you not to unleash that cheeky tongue of yours, my lady. One never knows what they are up against." the man's face leaned closer to her own, breathing in her bewitching scent, teasing himself with just the lingering caress of the ghost of her soul.

"And if I do? Are you going to punish me, Sebastian? Bite my tongue and make me cry?" she approached him boldly, to the point that, if only she knew, she could sense the sweet perfume of death surrounding him. If only she knew how close to the truth she was, as her lips were brushing his own at almost an atomic level, so close, yet so far away, teasingly far away. "My, how I do like a challenge." and mimicking his own words, Katrina abruptly turned on her heel and walked out of the mansion, missing the way his magenta eyes flashed demonically, or that lascivious, thirsty smile that played on those tempting lips.

"Little kitten wants to play, how very endearing." he found himself musing. "As my lady wishes."

Katrina left the party before finding out the epilogue of the mighty quest they had embarked on, yet the journey back home was silent, save for the sound of hooves against the cobbled stone streets of London, and the wheels turnings painfully harsh, all the way back to Undertaker's parlor, where she was greeted with the usual grin.  She hasn't even greeted him with words, save for a simple nod of acknowledgement, as she rushed up the stairs to change into something practical and wash away the make up that no doubt was going to cake soon on her skin. There was one thing alone that she loved more than anything, and that was the practical work she was doing with the mortician, alongside studying her science books. It was, by far, the only thing that could still get her excited... Although, the additional arrival of a certain enigmatic butler that may or may not fall in the realm of the supernatural was, without a doubt, receiving an honorable mention, if he was capable of getting her pulse rise and entertain her as well as he performed at the ball.

Once she was finally dressed in her comfortable nightgown, she returned to the autopsy room, only to notice a new victim on the table. "Enjoyed the night, dear?" She could only glare at him. "Hardly... Parties are just dull. Here is where I truly belong. True bliss comes from learning, not from exchanging sugar coated words behind a fan, wearing a corset so tight that you risk fainting." "The night is still young, my dear~." the Undertaker giggled at her, informing her that this, indeed, was another victim of Jack the Ripper, and they had a lot of work to do.

That night, as they did the autopsy on the new victim, discussed different theories and discovered her new passion for Astronomy and Ophthalmology - She told him about the newest discovery, from a Parisian scientist who created glass membranes that were placed on the eyes, serving not only an aesthetic role, but replacing the ugly glasses that people had to wear. Still, it couldn't be comfortable, wearing such large glass contacts on your eyes, and Katrina wanted to revolutionise this idea and create contact lenses from a softer material, perhaps more watery, like silicone; something that wouldn't inconvenience or hurt people, but also aid their sight. It was, however, in the middle of the autopsy, when Katrina looked up at the mortician and voiced a rather disconcerting truth. "This victim only proves my theory that the Viscount wasn't the real culprit. I warned Ciel before we left, but there was none better fitting - Or so they said. Surely, nobody wants the prime suspect to be their own aunt and last living relative, would they?"

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[avirael]

The Price of Failure

“Seven hells, A‘viloh! Open the damn door right now! I am worried about you, you idiot!”

After Haurchefant’s death the Miqo’te had locked himself up in a room at the Forgotten Knight and had barely spoken to anyone at all these last few days.

Go away - This is all my fault - They must hate me so - Stay away from me - I don’t want you to get hurt too.

With this and similar sentences, which Rael had day by day only heard muffled through the closed door, A’viloh had tried to get rid of them. Rael had expected the Miqo’te to blame himself for what had happened, they had even understood that A’viloh in his bizarre sense of self-loathing had decided to leave Fortemp Manor to not cause anyone any more pain. Anyone except himself of course.

Once again Rael felt so powerless seeing how A’viloh apparently saw all his fears confirmed, that as soon as he was involved in something, everything would eventually go horribly wrong and people would get hurt. Of course that was nonsense. But with the “evidence” at hand - and the poor Miqo’te really was a pretty unlucky fellow in this regard - it was also quite difficult to argue against it.

Seemingly he had also stopped letting Rael convince him of the opposite as they usually had so far. At least he had still talked to them. Through closed doors, but at least he had not ignored Rael entirely in another attempt to drive them away.

Well, not until today…

Another time Rael’s fist loudly drummed against the door.

“I swear, if you don’t open this damn door right now, I will break it down!”

Maybe getting angry at him was not going to encourage him any more than politely asking had but by now Rael’s patience reached its end.

“You are looking for the young Miqo’te, who’s living here since a few days, don’t you?”, a voice asked and Rael turned around to find the owner of the inn standing at the end of the corridor. “I saw you two together with mistress Tataru before.”

“I am.”, Rael confirmed and tried to look a little less like some hooligan about to trash the inn and attack its guests. “I am just worried about him…”

“Mhhh…”, the Elezen made a contemplating sound. “Well, all I can tell you is that your friend left a few hours ago and hasn’t returned since.”

“Left?!”, Rael blurted out, while their mind began to race. “To where?”

“That I don’t know, I am sorry…”, the man apologised.

It may have looked impolite but Rael left in a hurry without another word. Barely back outside they paused and realised that Ishgard was too big to just aimlessly run around and look for him. But where could he have gone?

At First Rael hurried to the chocobo stables. Somehow they had hoped to find him here cuddled to the bird Haurchefant had gifted him. It had been a naive hope, that of course proved wrong.

Then they ran to the city gates asking the guards if they had seen a person fitting A’viloh’s description leave the city and after that they did the same at the airship landing. Both times unsuccessful.

By now the sun, that had spent most of the day hidden by thick grey clouds, was slowly surrendering her last weak rays of light to the darkness of night. The lack of light would make searching even more difficult and Rael was out of ideas. Where else would A’viloh go?, they wondered when one last horrible idea crossed their mind.

As fast as Rael could they hurried back to the upper parts of the city, where at its highest point stood one of the most important places in town: The Vault.

The place where Haurchefant had been killed while trying to protect A‘viloh.

In a way it would be just like A’viloh to return here, if only to inflict more pain on himself and punish himself in the process. However as Rael walked towards the tall building they noticed the entrance had been sealed with a barrier and additionally a guard was stationed in front, informing Rael that the building remained closed for now due to ongoing investigations of the happenings around Thordan and his knights.

The guard hadn’t seen any Miqo’te around either and so Rael began to wonder what to do now. They could return to Fortemps Manor and ask Alphinaud and Tataru for help. Maybe even Artoirel and Emmanellain. Or go to the headquarters of the Temple Knights and speak to Ser Aymeric. Although every soldier in the city searching for A‘viloh possibly was a little exaggerated, this idea began to look more and more tempting to Rael with every passing minute. There was a nervousness inside their heart, a bad feeling, that was getting worse and worse with every passing second.

Rael had just walked down the first set of stairs when suddenly something in the cold night air changed. A strong breeze picked up, wind howling through the streets like a ghost. Feeling the strangeness of this sudden change Rael looked up to the night sky, where for a second they thought they saw the form of a bird circling in front of the glimmer of stars.

Then they blinked and it was gone. A shiver ran down Rael‘s spine. The feeling familiar but nonetheless in this case strangely unsettling, they gasped and almost stumbled. Their vision blurred for a moment and their eyes turned milky white, as Rael‘s mind was forcefully pulled away by a sudden vision.

Rael found themself standing on a square somewhere in Ishgard. It seemed familiar and Rael thought they recognised it from somewhere near Fortemps Manor. The air felt unreasonably chilling even through their warm clothes and Rael only slowly adjusted to the feeling of having a vision after none of them had shown up for so long.

Then Rael saw A’viloh.

There he stood, only a few steps away, at the edge of the square, where the higher parts of the city bordered onto the vast, foggy nothingness of the Holy Sea. But the Miqo’te’s tear-stained gaze was not focused on the bottomless depth below, but on the moon and the stars above.

This world… wouldn’t it be better off without me in it? No one would miss me at all…

A‘viloh did not say this aloud but Rael heard his voice just as clearly as if he had spoken instead of just thought it. It made Rael’s blood freeze in their veins.

Like petrified they watched A’viloh slowly raising his arms as if they were wings, like a bird that wanted to take flight.

Just that he wasn’t flying.

He was falling.

In an unnaturally slow motion he tilted forward, falling into the abyss and while Rael began to scream he was already gone.

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Understandable if you are ready to move on from it but I’m absolutely living for At Last and would love a part 4 🫶🏼 maybe with a little spicy makeup time and Reader encouraging Portia to try new things in the bedchamber 🤭

At Last Part IV (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: Okie, quick note the only time I will end a series is when people stop requesting for it and also I was thinking about stopping them when it reaches ten. But who knows might just go with when people stop requesting it.

Summary: You and Portia have certainly rekindled the flame you both have had and now a little makeup for sure has to ensue. You both head out from the ball and back to your manor.

Warning(s): NSFW, 18 +, flustered Portia, trying new things, reverse roles, teasing, more to be added....

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As you and Portia continued your walk through the moonlit garden, the peaceful night air enveloping you, you couldn’t resist the temptation to tease her further. The way her cheeks flushed when you so much as whispered something flirtatious was far too irresistible. There was a certain thrill in seeing the normally composed and elegant Lady Featherington so flustered, especially when it was clear she loved every moment of it, despite her huffs of protest.

You led her to a secluded spot in the garden, hidden from view by a large rose trellis. The lanterns cast soft, golden light on her face, highlighting the pink tinge still coloring her cheeks. You couldn’t help but smirk as you turned to face her, your hand resting lightly on her waist.

“Portia,” you began in a low, teasing tone, your eyes locking with hers. “You seem a little... distracted. Are you alright?”

She raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain her usual composure, but the way she avoided your gaze gave her away. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her voice wavered slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You grinned, stepping closer, your fingers brushing lightly over her arm before trailing up to her lips. Her breath hitched as your fingers ghosted over her mouth, and you could see the way her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Good,” you whispered. “I’d hate to think I’m making you uncomfortable.” With that, you slowly slid one of your fingers between your lips, sucking on it slowly, teasingly, while keeping your eyes locked on hers.

Portia’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she stared at you, completely speechless. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The confident, poised woman who could command a room with a single glance was now reduced to a flustered, breathless mess.

You pulled your finger from your mouth, giving her a mischievous smile. “You were saying something about being fine?”

Portia blinked rapidly, her mind clearly trying to catch up with the sudden shift in the air between you. Her cheeks were burning, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to say something, but she quickly closed her mouth, crossing her arms in an attempt to regain some semblance of composure.

“You... you’re impossible,” she muttered, her voice weak, though there was a slight tremble to it that gave away the effect your teasing had on her.

You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “And yet, here you are,” you whispered against her skin, enjoying the way she shivered at the contact. “Still by my side.”

Portia let out a soft huff, clearly trying to hide how flustered she was, but the way her eyes darted nervously told you everything you needed to know. You could sense the growing tension in her—how your teasing had left her breathless and wanting more. But you weren’t done yet.

“Come,” you said suddenly, pulling back and taking her hand in yours. “I think it’s time we made our exit.”

Portia blinked, confused for a moment. “Our... exit?”

You smiled, nodding as you began to lead her back toward the ballroom. “Yes, it’s getting late, don’t you think? And besides, I think we’ve had enough of the ball for tonight.”

As you approached the entrance to the ballroom, you spotted Penelope and Colin standing near the doors, deep in conversation. You gave Portia’s hand a reassuring squeeze before leading her over to them.

Penelope looked up as you approached, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Mother,” she said, her gaze flicking between you and Portia. “Are you leaving already?”

Portia hesitated for a moment, glancing at you before nodding. “Yes, we’ve had a lovely evening, but I think it’s time we retire.”

Penelope studied her mother for a moment, as if trying to gauge the true reason behind her early departure, but eventually she smiled and nodded. “Of course. I hope you both have a wonderful night.”

You grinned at Penelope, leaning in slightly. “Oh, I’m sure we will,” you teased, your voice low enough for only Portia to hear. She shot you a quick glare, her cheeks flushing again, but said nothing.

As you and Portia made your way toward the waiting carriage, the tension between you grew thicker with every step. You could feel the way her body tensed beside you, how her hand gripped yours just a little tighter, and you knew exactly why.

Once you reached the carriage, you helped Portia inside, and as soon as the door closed, the space seemed to shrink around you. You leaned back in your seat, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you gazed at her.

“Everything alright, Portia?” you asked innocently, though you knew exactly what you were doing. “You seem... tense.”

Portia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she avoided your gaze. “I’m fine,” she muttered, but the breathless quality of her voice betrayed her.

You smirked, leaning closer. “Are you sure? Because you seem a little... distracted again.”

Portia’s eyes darted to you, her cheeks flushing once more as she realized what you were implying. “You... you’re insufferable,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to her words. Instead, there was a hint of something else—something desperate, something wanting.

Your smirk deepened as you trailed a hand up her thigh, watching as her breath hitched. “You’re flustered, Portia,” you whispered, your fingers brushing the hem of her gown. “I can tell.”

Portia’s body stiffened as she shifted in her seat, and her breath came in short, shallow bursts. “Stop,” she whispered, but the way her thighs pressed together told you otherwise.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing her ear. “I don’t think you want me to stop,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. “In fact, I think you’re enjoying this.”

Portia’s breath hitched again as she squirmed in her seat, and you could see the way her legs shifted, trying to relieve the pressure between them. The faintest hint of wetness began to pool at the edge of her thighs, daring to leak down her leg.

You grinned, satisfied with the effect you were having on her. “You’re trembling, Portia,” you whispered, your lips grazing her neck. “Can you feel it?”

Portia’s eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body betraying her desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

You smiled, kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear before pulling back slightly. “Don’t worry,” you murmured. “We’re almost there.”

Turning your attention to the footman, you leaned out the window, giving him a new instruction. “To my manor, please,” you said smoothly. “It’s just around the corner.”

The footman nodded, guiding the carriage in the direction of your home. As the carriage moved through the quiet streets, you couldn’t help but glance back at Portia, who was still trying—unsuccessfully—to compose herself.

You reached out, brushing a hand along her thigh once more, your fingers teasing the growing wetness between her legs. “Just a little longer,” you whispered, your voice dripping with promise. “And then I’ll take care of everything.”

Portia let out a shaky breath, her body trembling under your touch as she struggled to hold herself together. But you could see the desire in her eyes, the need that was building with every teasing word, every brush of your fingers.

And soon, you would have her exactly where you wanted her.

The carriage ride to your manor was filled with an almost unbearable tension. Portia sat beside you, her body still trembling from your teasing, the anticipation of what was to come building with every passing moment. You had never seen her this flustered, this desperate to maintain her composure, and it only made your heart race faster.

When the carriage finally pulled up to your manor, you wasted no time helping her out, your hand lingering on her waist as you led her up the stairs and through the grand entrance. The house was quiet, the servants already dismissed for the night, leaving the two of you alone in the flickering candlelight. Portia followed you silently, her breath quickening as you made your way up the staircase toward your bedroom.

As you reached the door to the room, you paused, turning to her with a soft smile. “I have something for you,” you said, your voice gentle but filled with anticipation.

Portia blinked, her eyes wide with curiosity. “For me?”

You nodded, opening the door and leading her inside. The room was bathed in soft, warm light from the fireplace, casting a golden glow across the luxurious furnishings. You walked over to a nearby dresser, retrieving a beautifully wrapped package and holding it out to her.

Portia stared at the gift, her hands trembling slightly as she took it from you. She carefully unwrapped the package, her breath catching as she pulled out the contents. It was a stunning lace nightgown, deep emerald in color, almost see-through, showing off just enough to tease the imagination. The lace was soft and delicate, the neckline plunging just enough to show off her cleavage, while the hem stopped at the top of her thighs, leaving her long legs bare.

Portia’s eyes widened as she held the nightgown up, her cheeks flushing at the thought of wearing something so revealing. “It’s... beautiful,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, completely speechless for a moment. The thought of her wearing that nightgown, the way it would hug her curves and highlight her already breathtaking beauty, left you momentarily stunned. “Portia,” you whispered, your voice thick with admiration. “You’ll look... perfect.”

Portia glanced up at you, her cheeks still burning. “I... I’m not sure,” she murmured, her voice wavering with a hint of self-doubt. “It’s so... revealing. What if it doesn’t—”

Before she could finish, you stepped closer, taking her hand and pulling her gently into your arms. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, your voice filled with certainty. “And so are you.”

Portia’s lips parted, but the self-doubt was still evident in her eyes. “But... maybe you should turn around,” she said softly, her voice laced with hesitation. “So I can change.”

You shook your head, cupping her cheek gently and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “No,” you whispered against her skin. “You don’t need to hide from me, Portia. I want to see all of you. Every part of you is beautiful.”

Her breath hitched as your words washed over her, the reassurance and tenderness in your voice melting away her doubts. You leaned down, brushing your lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss, your hands gently caressing her sides as you held her close.

Portia sighed softly into the kiss, her body relaxing as she let herself lean into your touch. When you finally pulled back, your eyes locked with hers, filled with nothing but love and admiration. “You’re beautiful, Portia,” you whispered. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

Her cheeks flushed again, but this time, there was no hesitation in her gaze. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with emotion at your words, at the way you looked at her with such devotion. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

You smiled back at her, your hands trailing down her arms before pulling away slightly, giving her space to change. “Go ahead,” you murmured softly. “I’ll wait.”

Portia hesitated for just a moment before nodding. She took the nightgown and stepped behind a nearby privacy screen, though you could still see the soft outline of her silhouette as she undressed. Your heart raced as you waited, the anticipation building with each passing second.

When Portia finally stepped out from behind the screen, you felt your breath catch in your throat. The nightgown hugged her body perfectly, the lace teasingly sheer in all the right places. The emerald green contrasted beautifully against her pale skin, and the way the fabric clung to her curves left little to the imagination. Her long, elegant legs were fully on display, the hem of the gown just brushing the tops of her thighs, and her cleavage was framed perfectly by the delicate lace.

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. All you could do was stare, utterly mesmerized by how breathtaking she looked.

“Portia,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “You look... you’re stunning.”

Portia blushed deeply, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself as if to cover up, but you stepped forward quickly, taking her hands in yours and gently pulling them away. “Don’t,” you whispered. “Don’t hide from me.”

She bit her lip, her eyes flicking nervously to yours, but the warmth and love in your gaze slowly melted away her remaining insecurities. She let out a soft breath, her body relaxing as she stood before you, her hands resting at her sides.

“You really think I look... beautiful?” she asked softly, her voice trembling just slightly.

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, your hands gently trailing down her sides. “More than beautiful,” you whispered against her mouth. “You take my breath away.”

Portia’s lips curved into a soft, shy smile as she leaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you closer. The warmth of her body pressed against yours, the softness of the lace brushing against your skin, sent a shiver down your spine.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart swelling with love and desire as you held her close. “And I’m never letting you go.”

As the night stretched on, the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away as you lost yourselves in the warmth of each other’s love.

The soft glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a warm, golden light as you stood with Portia in your arms, her body pressed against yours. The air between you crackled with anticipation, the tenderness of your earlier kiss quickly giving way to something more—something deeper, more primal. The way Portia looked at you, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, told you she was ready for whatever came next.

But tonight, you wanted to try something new.

As you held her close, you let your hands gently caress her sides, the lace of her nightgown teasing your fingertips. You leaned down to whisper into her ear, your voice low and husky. "Portia... I want to try something with you. Something different."

Portia’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing slightly as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "Something different?" she asked softly, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation.

You nodded, your hands trailing down to rest on her hips as you gave her a reassuring smile. "Yes," you whispered. "But only if you're comfortable. I would never want to push you into anything."

Portia hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours. You could see the uncertainty in her gaze, but there was also something else—something that told you she trusted you completely, that she was willing to explore this new side of herself with you.

After a brief pause, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I trust you."

Your heart swelled with affection as you leaned down to kiss her gently, your lips brushing against hers in a slow, tender motion. "Thank you," you whispered, your breath mingling with hers. "Just tell me if it’s too much, and we’ll stop."

Portia nodded again, her breath trembling slightly as she allowed you to guide her toward the bed. You could feel the nervous excitement radiating off her as you gently laid her down on the soft sheets, her body sinking into the mattress. The lace nightgown clung to her curves, and the sight of her lying there, looking up at you with wide, trusting eyes, made your heart race.

You climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself between her legs, your hands gently trailing up her thighs as you leaned down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened quickly, your tongues tangling as the heat between you grew, and soon Portia was moaning softly into your mouth, her hips instinctively arching toward you.

"Relax," you whispered, your voice soft but filled with promise. "I’m going to take care of you."

Portia’s breath hitched again, her body trembling slightly as she nodded. She watched you with wide eyes as you began to strip off your own clothes, the hunger in her gaze undeniable. When you were finally bare before her, she reached out to touch you, her fingers grazing your skin as if she couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

You leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her neck and shoulders as you whispered, "I want to feel all of you, Portia. I want us to be as close as possible."

Portia let out a soft whimper, her hands gripping the sheets as her breath came faster. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want that too."

With a gentle smile, you positioned yourself over her, your legs intertwining with hers as you began to lower yourself against her body. The sensation of your skin against hers, the heat radiating from her, was intoxicating, and soon the two of you were lost in the rhythm of your movements, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As you began to grind against her, your wetness meeting hers, Portia let out a breathless moan, her hips instinctively arching to meet your thrusts. The sensation of your bodies rubbing together, the friction building between you, sent a wave of pleasure through you both, and soon you were both gasping for more.

"Gods, Portia," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. "You feel so good."

Portia moaned in response, her hands gripping your hips as she ground against you, her body trembling with pleasure. "I... I need more," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Please... don’t stop."

You let out a soft moan of your own, the sensation of her body pressed against yours driving you wild with need. You quickened your pace, your hips moving faster as you pressed your core against hers, the wetness between you growing with every thrust. The friction, the heat, the sounds of your moans mingling with hers—it was almost too much to bear.

Portia’s body arched beneath you, her head falling back against the pillows as her breath came in short, ragged bursts. "Oh... gods..." she whimpered, her voice filled with desperation. "Please... I need more..."

You were just as desperate, your body trembling with need as you moved against her. "I’m close," you gasped, your voice thick with pleasure. "I’m so close..."

Portia’s hips bucked beneath you, her hands gripping your hips tighter as she begged, "Please... I need you... don’t stop..."

You could feel the tension building inside you, the pressure mounting with every thrust, and soon you were both on the edge, your bodies trembling with the intensity of your shared pleasure. The sensation of her wetness against yours, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, sent you spiraling into bliss.

"Portia..." you gasped, your voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelmed you. "I... I can’t hold on..."

Portia let out a strangled moan, her body convulsing beneath you as she reached her peak. "Yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Please... don’t stop... don’t stop!"

The sound of her cries, the feel of her body trembling beneath you, sent you over the edge. Your body shook with pleasure as you reached your climax, your hips grinding desperately against hers as you both came undone together.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your ragged breathing and the soft crackle of the fire. You collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of you trembling with the aftershocks of your shared pleasure.

Portia turned to you, her eyes still wide with wonder, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. "That was..." she began, but her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words.

You smiled softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Incredible," you finished for her, your voice barely above a whisper.

Portia smiled, her eyes glistening with emotion as she leaned in to kiss you softly. "I love you," she whispered against your lips. "So much."

You kissed her back, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "I love you too," you whispered, your voice filled with all the emotion you felt for her. "More than you’ll ever know."

As the night stretched on, the two of you remained tangled in each other’s arms, the fire casting soft shadows on the walls as you whispered sweet nothings to each other, your bodies still trembling with the remnants of your passion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Portia, lost in the warmth of your love, finally free to be exactly who you were meant to be—together.

The firelight flickered softly against the walls of your bedroom as the two of you lay entwined in each other's arms, the aftermath of your shared passion still lingering in the air. Both of you were breathless, bodies flushed from the intense pleasure you'd just shared. Portia nestled against you, her head resting on your chest as your fingers lazily traced patterns along her arm.

But even in this quiet moment of tenderness, you could feel the gentle shift in her demeanor. Portia stirred beside you, her eyes filled with a new sense of determination, and she propped herself up on her elbow to look at you. There was a hunger there, one that you recognized all too well, but there was also something more—something deeply personal, as if she were about to cross another threshold of vulnerability with you.

"I want to give you pleasure," Portia whispered, her voice soft but filled with certainty.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Oh?" you teased, the warmth in your voice mingling with the lingering heat between you. "Asking for permission now, are we? You were so dominant earlier, and now you're being so polite about it."

Portia flushed a deep shade of red, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight. She bit her lip, clearly caught between her desire and the embarrassment that came with asking for something so intimate.

“I just...” she hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to your chest as her fingers traced small circles there. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

Your heart swelled at her words, the tenderness and vulnerability in her voice making you love her even more. You tilted her chin up so she was looking into your eyes, giving her a reassuring smile. “Portia, you never have to ask for permission to love me. I’m yours—completely.”

Her breath hitched slightly at your words, but a smile slowly spread across her face. She leaned down to kiss you, the touch of her lips soft and sweet, filled with a love that went beyond mere physical desire. This was about connection, about trust, and you could feel it in the way her fingers trailed down your body, exploring your curves with a newfound sense of purpose.

As the kiss deepened, Portia’s hand slowly drifted lower, her touch light and teasing. You let out a soft sigh as her fingers grazed your sensitive skin, and you felt your body react instantly, the heat between your thighs returning with an almost dizzying intensity.

“I want to take care of you,” Portia whispered against your lips, her voice filled with need. “Let me.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your body already aching for her touch. “You don’t have to ask twice.”

Portia grinned, a playful gleam in her eyes as she slowly kissed her way down your body. The softness of her lips against your skin, the way her breath ghosted over you, sent a shiver down your spine, and soon your teasing was replaced by a desperate need for more.

She took her time, savoring every moment, every touch, and by the time she finally reached the apex of your thighs, you were trembling with anticipation. Portia glanced up at you, her eyes dark with desire as she parted your legs gently, her hands caressing your thighs with a tenderness that made your heart race.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as her lips hovered over your most sensitive spot.

The sincerity in her voice made your heart skip a beat, and you let out a soft moan as her mouth finally met your core, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was almost overwhelming, your body arching off the bed as she expertly teased and pleasured you, her name falling from your lips in breathless whispers.

Portia’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as her tongue worked against you, her pace increasing as your moans grew louder. You could feel the pressure building inside you, your body trembling with the force of the pleasure she was giving you.

“Portia,” you gasped, your voice barely audible as your fingers tangled in her hair. “I’m... I’m so close...”

She didn’t stop, her tongue moving with more urgency as she brought you to the edge, her name falling from your lips in a strangled moan as you finally came undone beneath her.

The intensity of your release left you breathless, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Portia didn’t stop until you were completely spent, your body limp against the sheets as you struggled to catch your breath.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistening with your release, she crawled back up to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on her mouth, the intimacy of the moment making your heart swell with love and gratitude.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered breathlessly, your fingers brushing her cheek as you gazed up at her.

Portia smiled, her eyes filled with affection as she kissed you again, this time slower, softer. “So are you.”

For a long moment, the two of you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, your bodies still humming with the afterglow of your shared pleasure. The warmth of the fire, the softness of the sheets, and the weight of Portia’s body pressed against yours made everything feel perfect—complete.

As you held her close, your fingers gently trailing up and down her back, you couldn’t help but smile. “You really were dominant earlier,” you teased, earning a soft laugh from Portia.

She blushed, burying her face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t remind me,” she muttered, though you could hear the smile in her voice.

You chuckled softly, kissing the top of her head. “I liked it,” you whispered. “And I liked this too. A lot.”

Portia looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not done loving you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, and you pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Neither am I.”

And as the night stretched on, you both knew that this—what you had together—was more than just passion. It was love, deep and undeniable, and you would spend the rest of your lives showing each other just how much you meant.

[kiasnocturnality]

⋆ :₊ ᥫ᭡ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒖

⊹ ° . tips: be sure to only begin your play-through from the main menu. Your choices have consequences and will unlock different scenes and endings.

As the manor comes into view, you’re taken aback for a moment. You’ve commuted down the nearby road so many times and never did you know that such a marvel of architecture lay in hiding nearby. It appears to have a mix of baroque and gothic elements, pointed towers and extravagant embellishments, gargoyles and perfectly kept gardens. The gates are easily unbolted and you make your way down the grand path that leads straight to the main doors, ending in a circular trail at the foot of the manor. You can only imagine such a road was built for carriages and you begin to wonder just how old this place is. 

Lights are on inside and your shoes and the ends of your leggings are caked in mud, your hair drenched and clothes stuck to your skin. You’re freezing, shivering, but at least unscathed from your crash. The place is ridiculously exquisite as it stands imposingly in front of you, almost looking down on you in your current state. You can only imagine it belongs to some old money heir or heiress as it’s so well-kept yet so remote. Respectfully, you clean your shoes as much as you can at the doorstep, swivelling your feet, and then tap on the large double doors with the knocker that hangs upon one side. 

Thunder rumbles twice before you knock again but there’s no sign of anyone coming to let you in despite the lights being on, and so you try the handle yourself. Much to your surprise, it opens with a firm push. You poke your head through the door but see no one in the open foyer. 

“Hello?” You call out and your voice echoes through the room. There’s a curved staircase and balcony up above you, a chandelier bigger than you hanging from the centre of the ceiling. “Anyone here? My car crashed and I need to use a phone.” You step inside and close the door behind you. But you hear no sounds other than the echo, the pelting rain outside and the crackling of a nearby fireplace. Your hands are numb with cold and you huddle by it, holding your palms out to the flames and squeezing along your fingers to try and regain some of the circulation there. 

Once you’re a little warmer, you look around the foyer but can’t find a phone and so you move on to the next room which is a long corridor, the edges of which are decorated by cabinets and various statue busts of some white stone. 

The first door you try leads you to a dining room with a long table that has one seat set at the head of the table… How odd. Is the owner of the house going to be having dinner soon? At such a late hour? You make your way over to the set table and find that the plate is completely empty but the wineglass half full. Then you watch as a drop of wine slips down the inside of the intricately patterned glass in its swirling silver casing. It might be dripping from having just been served but that doesn’t sit right with you… isn’t wine served during the dinner and not before? And if it was just poured, where’s the person who did it? You lift it to your nose to inhale out of curiosity and your nostrils are filled with copper. 

A feeling of dread clutches at your heart, causing a nervous pain to slightly pierce at your chest in a way guaranteed to make your brain listen to the instincts of your body. You dip your pointer finger into the dark liquid and then rub it against your thumb to watch the crimson smear…

This isn’t wine. 

And whoever was just drinking it or pouring it has heard your arrival and hidden themselves. You need to get out.

You set the glass back down and hurriedly retrace your footsteps. Just your luck! You crash and the only place nearby belongs to someone who drinks blood! You pray it’s not human but a part of you knows it’s not animal blood in that beautiful wineglass.

You make your way back to the foyer and pull the door but it doesn’t budge. You try again but someone has locked it while you were in the dining room. You spin around and glance up to the balcony, feeling eyes on you but seeing none other than those belonging to portraits that all bear white hair and pale complexions. You try the latch on the window next but those are all tightly sealed too. 

You avoid the stairs, wanting to stay on the ground floor and find an easy exit. You’ve come from the east so there must be a west door too, no? You backtrack again, returning to the corridor that took you to the dining room and hoping it’ll take you to the western wing of the manor. But you’re aware that someone is nearby and knows your whereabouts. 

ᥫ᭡⋆ :₊  You try the door next to the dining room and seek a confrontation. ᥫ᭡⋆ :₊ You head down the corridor and look for an exit to escape through.

[krispycreamcake]

Diabolik lovers x reader (various)

Guys don't bully me this is my first post istg i'll bomb your family

A symphony of explosions ruptured through the sky as the angels above blew their mighty vessels of war. Forks of lightning licked through the heavens, warning those near and far of the impending eruption soon to blast their ear drums. The cascading shower hydrated the manor's old stone walls, grasping at whatever cracks they could get into, only to slip away from the house's embrace at the last second. The moon nor its many luminous companions could be seen as their everlasting beauty was hidden behind storm clouds. A whirlwind soon picked up, shaking the trees like a damned mad woman, soon to be lobotomized. Amidst all this eternal chaos however, was a girl simply trying to survive. She was just dropped off at a glorious mansion that ironically, seemed to hold a sort of deathly allure to it, despite it being right out of a romance novel. She was currently sitting on a royal blue sofa of the finest quality, a strange and perplexed looking man with spectacles adorned the couch opposite her. He had raven black and white ombre hair. Regardless of their contrasting colours, it seemed to take well on him. He gave off a sophisticated but yet also suffocating aura that seemed to envelop the entire room. He looked at you in a bit of a shock after hearing your story, no matter how hard he tried to remain stoic, the words you spoke completely baffled him.

"Would you please further elaborate on what you mean by 'caretaker'?" The man asked, the words barely leaving his tongue.

"Well uhm, like I said, I'll be staying here until an heir to the Sakamaki name is made and then I'll be their caretaker. Mr. Karlheinz specified that he'd prefer I raise the child because well.... He didn't technically state WHY I'm supposed to basically mother your child, besides I-I mean you seem perfectly capable! It's just that, well that's what I was sent here to do". You said, trying to explain your task as quickly as possible. You couldn't pinpoint why, but an urge to leave planted itself in your gut and you felt the need to end this interaction as soon as possible.

The man stayed silent for a second before humming out an acknowledgement to your statement. The air was tense as he stood up and spoke.

"Well then, I'm not sure why we weren't aware of something like this, however, let me be the first to greet you to the Sakamaki manor y/n." Just as he said that, a young man with a head of scorching flames entered. His appearance was tattered and unruly. A pant leg was up, while the other remained down, his shirt wasn't fully buttoned and his tie was worn tied around his neck like some sort of odd fashion statement. As soon as his emerald eyes locked onto yours, a smirk creeped its way onto his face.

"Oi Reiji, you didn't say nothin about us having a guest over." The boy spoke, his voice gnarled and sharp.

"I was unaware of her arrival, that man apparently sent us a.....babysitter." Reiji sighed at the end, his imminent frustration growing.

"Uh no no- it's not like that! I'm just here to take care of your child..well future child. I didn't know you had a brother though, Reiji.." You piped in, your brows knitting in a slight confusion as you weren't informed of Karl having more than one son. You originally thought that his son and daughter-in-law were too busy to take care of a child, so that's why you agreed to this whole thing. But now that you were thinking about it, where exactly was the girl? Your thoughts were interrupted as the ruby haired boy let out a mocking snort.

"You mean to tell me that the old man didn't mention there being six of us? pfft- hah!" The boy spoke. Your heart almost plummeted into your ass as your mind slowly processed his words. Six??? There were six of them?

"Yes I'll have to agree with Ayato. It's odd that man didn't mention there's six of us." Reiji said as he fixed his glasses. "Well in that case, it seems an introduction should be made as soon as possible." As he finished speaking, a slight gush of wind hit you from all different angles. Suddenly four more men appeared out of what seemed to be thin air. They watched you coldly despite them all seeming to have different personalities. Silently judging you...no- not judging, but instead sizing you up. You've been in this situation enough times to know what men's stares mean, and these men wanted nothing good. The boy with purple hair spoke first.

"Teddy- what do you think of our new plaything? Doesn't she look lovely? I wonder what she tastes like, certainly not as good as Yui, but I'd still like to try." For the third time tonight you felt like you could scream. He wasn't being serious was he? This has to be some sort of persona, why would he even say that?? You inched behind Reiji, hoping the man could provide some form of shelter.

"Tsk. Go on and introduce yourself, or do I need to do that for you as well? Hiding behind me like a coward, slinking away the minute things seem to get too troublesome for you....honestly I have no idea why you were selected to come here in the first place. What does that man even see in you?" Reiji said with a scoff, his cold words leaving a shiver down your spine and a dent in your self esteem. You felt embarrassed as you sheepishly crawled away from Reiji to introduce yourself.

Once formalities were finally over with a few weird remark here and there, you were shown to your room. It was quite large, but you expected nothing less after seeing the size of the mansion. Truthfully, you were hoping to have a nice room this entire time. A dome glass ceiling sat right in the middle of the room, illuminating it with a blueish hue. The positioning of the bed was a bit odd, yet it captivated those who were to occupy in the residence. It was a circular bed that was laid with golden satin sheets and a marble platform which held up the delicate mattress. It stood right under the dome which would serve for lovely stargazing. There were many fine intricacies and details done to the bed's platform which made it seem much more compelling than a regular bed. The room was oddly laden with bookshelves and hanging plants. This seemed to soften up the room's regality and tone it down for someone of a more modern time. But you admitted that you wouldn't of mind sleeping in a princess like bedroom. Once you were done unpacking, you made your way downstairs since no one would be up at this hour. Instead, you were met with all brothers and a young blonde. She was delicately beautiful like a rose garden after a storm. You could feel her personality seep through from her meek behaviour. You did wonder though, who'd be the father if there were six of them? But before you could ponder the situation anymore, you noticed they were all in uniform despite it being night. You do recall that Karl mentioned they kept a bit of a peculiar schedule, but even so, is this really what he meant? School at night? You supposed it wasn't too weird for people of such high status to be so busy during the day that they'd have to go to school at night. But even so, how could a human possibly function like this? They'd all be braindead zombies by now, strange was definitely one of the many words to describe this lot.

"As we were late to know of your arrival, we hadn't planned for you to be joining us. Since you lack proper attire, you'll be staying back tonight." Reiji spoke almost exasperatedly. You almost felt a bit scared to stay in such an usual place by yourself. Reiji caught the look on your face and clicked his tongue.

"You truly think we'd let you stay here by yourself? One of us is going to remain here with you until the others are back." Reiji said bluntly. Who was it that was going to babysit you while they were away? Maybe this was your chance to learn more about your new housemates. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your possible sitter. Then, in an instant you both made eye contact. Both orbs absorbed in each other as the others in the room seemed to be nothing more than an afterthought.

Ok so this is just part one of the series I'm planning. I'll let you guys vote on who it was that caught the reader's attention. TY for reading this btw :( I've been obsessed with this franchise since I was 11 so I'm insane currently.

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Like a Storm, You're My Favorite

Starring: Yuta Nakamoto, Kim Doyoung, and Jung Jaehyun.

Genre: Supernatural, Lovers to Enemies, Angst,

Warning: Blood, Violence, Death, and Cursing.

Words: 20K

This is a long one.

MINORS DO NOT READ!

Enjoy The Final Part :)

Wendy alongside Yeri searched for you in the large manor. They traveled up the stairs to the West Wing opening every door, even the hidden ones but could not find you. Frustrated they were seconds from giving up until they stumbled upon Irene. The girls approached her quickly. "Have you seen them?" she asked. Irene shook her head turning as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Joy appeared from the darkness running up to the girls.

"They went to the garden by the blood fountain," she said turning so the girls could follow her. They reached the courtyard walking past the blood fountain surrounded by the silence of the night. The moon shined over the big space full of wet grass and dying flowers. Time was running out Wendy thought to herself as she touched the dying rose watching as its leaf fell to the ground. You were waking up.

"There," Yeri pointed seeing you and Seulgi sitting on a black bench just by the fountain. They approached you both catching your attention. Seulgi hadn't told you anything serious yet wanting to wait for the rest of the girls to show. "I know a place we can go where they won't find us," Seulgi said standing up. You stood nodding up holding the ends of your dress following her.

She led you all into the library closing the door behind her and locking it. "After some time they'll realize you're gone so we don't have much time," she said sitting beside you. You sat in front of the fireplace watching as the girl settled in the area sitting with you. You swallowed suddenly becoming nervous. Your eyes traveled to the door feeling a pit of nerves form. At any minute that knob could turn, then jiggle one of them trying to come in before you could even ask a question.

You looked away letting out a shaky breath. You fixed your posture hoping it help you to feel less shaken and more confident about what you needed to know. "For starters," you began. "The blood ritual what is it exactly?" you asked.

Seulgi sighed crossing one leg over the other. "Unfourntaley we can not tell you. You see we are forbidden from saying certain words, including their names" she said. You raised a brow. "You can speak now. They are not here," you said sending them all a half smile. They didn't have to be afraid to tell you the truth or of them when they are with you. She shook her head. "It's not that simple. We were put under a curse by one of them," she said ushering the girls to come forward. "We will try our best to tell you, we'll give you hints," she said. The girls nodded sitting closer.

"The one who travels through realms and time. He had cursed us banning us from this place," Yeri said watching your face closely. You widened your eyes. "Jaehyun? he has cursed you?" you asked the room. The girls nodded Joy stepped forward holding Irene's shoulders. "Irene was the first one of us to be brought here. One by one they led us in with gifts and confessions of love. They danced with our hearts as well as they played with our minds," she said a shakiness in her breath. "Yeri is the youngest among us. One day one of the brothers yelled at her for a mistake. Irene stepped up defending her like she always had," Joy said pausing unable to finish the story.

"He didn't like it when she spoke," Yeri picked up where Joy left off sitting next to you. "So he cut out her tongue," she said. Irene picked her head up opening her mouth to you and showing you her missing tongue. You jerked back eyes wide. Your hand came to your mouth a mix of emotions running wild through your body. The fire in front of you couldn't stop the cold chill that ran down your spot from the very idea of one of them removing her tongue. "And so she wouldn't find it, he ate it," Yeri said. You looked away from Irene standing up. Eyes shut freaked out by the room after only one tragic story.

"At first I am going to be honest I did not believe you, but I took a chance in hearing your truths," you said hand rubbing your forward. Sweat began to run down your back, small hairs rising on your arms. You shook your head in disbelief. "I know you can not tell me but who did it?" you asked sitting back down. "Give me a hint," You said. Wendy cleared her throat. "The time traveler," she said. Eyes wide again handing over your mouth. Jaehyun had done this to her? There was no way he would harm anyone. But the proof was there. Her tongue was gone and these girls had no reason to lie to you, what would they gain?

"The blood ritual. Tell me of that," you said sternly. "Do your best to explain. You are all very close to them, I know you know something," you said. The girls looked at one another. Irene nodded letting them know it was okay. Seulgi spoke up. "The ritual of blood like every ritual is a sacrifice. That night you went through time to collect a "Letter" was his excuse to get the book he needed. There is a special book that he stores only in that room in the tower. He leaves it there where no one can find it, his brothers don't even know of his existence," she said.

"It holds evil spells that he stole from a witch many moons ago. Do you remember the man that chased you under the mask the night of the ball? And in the morning when you ran into the eldest chamber,?" Seulgi asked. You nodded remembering how scared you were that day. It was the same day you traveled with Jaehyun through the rift gate. "That man is imprisoned here. He was trying to escape and take you with him. Not to harm you but to help you. However, like us he can not leave," she said head falling.

"Who not?" you asked. "He is their source of energy. He was the first person they captured to perform the ritual, but it didn't work so now they fed off him in the cellar. Those cups of blood we give them are his," she said. You felt so light head like you could faint. All this new information about the men you thought you knew. You always knew they were odd but not to this extreme.

"But Y/n," she standing taking your hands in hers. She smiled a hopeful smile tears brimming at the corner of her brown eyes. She held your hands tightly. "You are the only shot we have of escaping this horrid place," she said scouting closer to you. "The evil that surrounds this manor can be lifted by you. The power you contain in your blood is thicker than I've ever seen," she said starting to make you feel uncomfortable. "I am not a savor," You said letting her warm hands go. You shook your head turning away. "I can't even save myself," You shrugged disappointed in yourself for not seeing the signs. You knew they were monsters but you trusted them anyway. Wanting to give them a chance, not judging them and assuming the worse you became their friend and then their lover.

"Do not fret Y/n," Joy said coming beside you. She knelt in front of your hands covering your hands in hers. The warmth she released relaxed your tense body. "Your blood can not kill them," she said lifting your chin. "The only reason they want you here is to kill you before you kill them," she said. You lifted your head looking into her glossy brown eyes. "What? What do you mean? They promised they wouldn't hurt me," you said still in shock from the whole situation. You trusted them and they betrayed you the whole time. Did they even love you? Did they ever care for you? You wanted to cry. No, you wanted to scream. You wanted to scream and yell at the sky above you, yell at the moon for keeping these secrets hidden from you. Joy and the rest of the girls felt only pity for you.

"How do I kill them?" you asked. Their heads perked up at the smell of rebellion. "The sword," Wendy said hope in her voice. After all these years of waiting and waiting for justice to be served, it was finally happening. "The sword in the Hall of Knights," she said rather excitedly. "Your touch will awaken its power. The same purple magic that Yeri saw on the rift gate, that I saw on the sword is your magic. The blood inside you is full of it. You stepped back raising a brow feeling the rebellion slowly fade away. "Magic? I am not magical," you said a scoff leaving your lips. You just assumed a stake to the heart or would kill them or garlic. Not purple magic that was apparently inside you.

"You are more special than you believe," Yeri said, Irene nodded her head. You shook your head, you wanted to help them but this started to feel weird. What were they leaning towards? Were you secretly a vampire? your intrusive thoughts sparked around your head like little alarms flashing. "I promise I am not magic-"

"Irene smelled your scent," Yeri said coming towards you with a bright smile. Joy nodded her head hands still over yours. "What are you?" you asked her pulling your hand away. "We may be magical too," she said. "How so?" you asked. Yeri sighed, "Can't say," she said. "But trust us dear Y/n you are special," she said. "So let me backtrack. The boys want to kill me because hold power?" you asked. They nodded, "Pretty much," said Wendy. "And Jaehyun has cursed you into being their slaves?" You asked. They nodded again as you put the pieces together. You sat back on the couch letting all the new information sink in. Now the sadness you felt was forming into something greater. Quickly becoming filled with anger. The audacity of them to lie to you. Make you desire them, trust them and be unafraid of them-

You slowly sat up. That was it. The reality had hit you like a ton of bricks. This was their entire plan the whole time. The girls remained silent as your realization was bursting through your mind. You scoffed feeling the hurt that formed into the pit of your stomach. Your heart raced slowly breaking where you sat. Liars is the only word you could use to describe him. They expected your trust in them yet they lied straight to your face.

"It seems they have dragged out your death," Seulgi said putting pieces together of her own. She turned to you tongue poking the inside of her mouth. "May I check your body for a birthmark or marking of any sort?" she asked waiting for your response. "Birthmark? I never seen one on me before," you said but turned around anyway. "But you can check my back," You said feeling as Seulgi's fingers touched the zipper on your dress. She unzipped it the girls came to stand behind you.

"There," she touched your skin finger on the side of your back. "The symbol of protection," Seulgi said. Wendy smiled holding back her excitement. "I knew it," she said. "Knew what?" you asked feeling Seulgi zip your dress back up. "There is a sun symbol on your back. It's the same symbol as the one on the rift gate," she said. "A symbol> I never knew I had that, no one ever told me," you said watching as she came around you. "It's too small to see at first glance, but you don't have to worry. It's an ancient rule of protection, it's probably why they can't touch you for too long," she said. Your eyes widened "Is that why they leave for so long after spending the night?" you asked.

"They can't handle your power, not the other way around. They need to recharge after spending the night with you," Wendy said chuckling to herself. The girls looked at her and she stopped laughing. "Sorry," she said clearing her throat. "Is murder the only way to flee this place?" you asked Seulgi. She nodded, "To break the curse you have to kill him. He could do it himself but he would never. It would hurt his pride to know he lost, especially to a woman," she said. "So is it only Jaehyun?" you asked suppressing your anger for the given moment. They all shook their head. "One is truthful. He has never hurt us, never lied to us or you. He doesn't know of the blood ritual. He only knows the lies they told them," Joy said. "Who?" you asked forgetting for a moment they couldn't speak. Your head slightly fell. "We are sorry, we can not tell you who," Joy said head falling in self-disappointment. You nodded, "One final question," you said. They all perked their heads up waiting for you to speak. "Yes, Y/n?" Seulgi asked.

"What am I?" you asked looking away from your hands and at the girls. "How do I hold any power?" you asked. Seulgi sighed taking your hands. "You are half-demon," she said. "Born into chaos and order. Born and sent to the mortal world at infant's age," she said a smile on her face. "You are the one we follow," she said. You pulled your hands back. "Follow?" you asked. She nodded we are a part of a coven. You are someone we have been waiting for," she said motioning to the rest of the girls. "You are all witches?" you asked and they nodded. "We can not tell you what were are. The brothers forbade us from speaking to you in threats of losing our tongues, but now with you here we are no longer afraid," she said hope sparking in her eyes and heart.

"Save us and yourself Y/n," she said. "You are our only hope," she pleaded.

At this moment you didn't question them. You were down asking questions and waiting for responses. You had to handle this on your own now and do what was right. Even if it meant you had to murder the vampires you loved. They would go on to kill many more than you if you spared their lives. "Take me to the sword," you said. The girls smiled, it was finally happening. You all went over a plan before you all left the room.

You all secretly fled the library, running past the courtyard and into the back of the manor. Wendy checked to make sure the guards were no longer near. On her signal, you all walked in trying your absolute best to remain quiet. "The guards are extremely loyal to the boys. It will be hard to get past them," Seulgi said seeing the guards that were posted in front of the Hall of Knights. The room on the second floor is just above the entrance to the ballroom. A rift gate off to the side near an exit from the entrance of the ballroom. You could hear the orchestra that played from the ballroom. You watched the door as Wendy came up with a plan to distract the guards. "Okay, I'll go ahead saying Y/n needs to collect something from one of the brother's chambers," she said holding her hand out to you. You took her hand standing from your crouch to walk down the carpeted hall only to fall back down at the sound of the ballroom door opening. Jaehyun walked through the ballroom door looking around. He walked up to one of the female guards.

"Have you seen Y/n? It's been an hour and she's still not returned," he asked the guard. She shook her head and he huffed annoyed. "The moon is full tonight. The ritual will not work if the moon is not full. Find her and bring her to me, I'll be waiting in the building beyond the blood maze," he said walking away through the side exit to reach the maze.

"Shit," Seulgi cursed as you all watched the guards flee their post to find you. "We need a new plan," Yeri said quickly pressing the head of a statute to get out of the way of the guards who ran up the stairs. You had entered a large stairway looking down from the marble stairs at the place you hadn't yet been to. "We can take this path. It will be longer but safer," Joy said. The girls nodded as you removed your heels to quickly make your way down the stairs. "Wait," You said once you reached the bottom. "Yes?" Wendy asked. "I can not do anything in this dress. I can barely breathe," you said throwing the fabric in the air. Wendy chewed on her lip tapping her chin. You were right, it would be hard to travel any faster if you could barely move.

"There are spare clothes in the lab," she said taking your hand and opening a wooden door. "Lab?" you asked as the door opened. "This is the source real place of study," she said as you walked further inside past blueprints for a large machine. You touched the books and papers on the wooden table letting your fingers graze over the large chest on different sides of the very large room. Books are all over the walls. "Here," Wendy said handing you a pair of pants and a shirt as well as a much-needed bra. The girls had to help you remove the torture dress you wore all night. You quickly dressed feeling much better than you did before. "Let's go quick-" Joy said words cut off by the door opening and closing.

"There you are Y/n," Doyoung said coming towards you. "We have been searching everywhere for you," He said standing next to you stretching his arm out to hold you. You moved away standing closer to Yeri. He cocked a brow but did not push. "Your clothes? What happened to your dress?" he asked. "I had a hard time breathing," you said head held high as you spoke to him. The last thing he needed to sense was your weakness. He'd use it against you in a heartbeat. "Oh well if that's what will make you feel at up most comfortable then you may wear your jeans," he said sending you a cheeky smile. "Joy? Irene? What are you all still doing here, please return to the ball at once. Are guests are waiting," He said, the girls unable to fight back walked away, except for Wendy. "Wendy?" he asked.

"I am helping her search for her phone," she said head held low. "In Jaehyun's lab?" he asked stepping towards her. She nodded backing away slightly. You stepped in between them blocking his view of her. You cleared your throat. "There is something I have to tell you," You said looking into his eyes. "Yes," he said turning his attention to you.

"I will perform the ritual tonight," you said watching as his eyes glowed a small smirk formed on his lips but he quickly drew it away. He smiled shaking his head. "We shall share the news to my brothers," he said holding his arm out for you to take. You moved away from Wendy and took his arm. You looked back at her letting her know it was alright. She nodded putting all her faith in you. You walked away from her arm and arm with Doyoung, out the lab door. He walked you to the top of the stairs. "Please forgive me, my dear," he said turning to you. You looked at him to speak but were put right to sleep.

When you woke you tried to get up. However, you couldn't, arms and legs restrained from moving anywhere. You pulled and jerked against the restraints but to no avail, you could not move. You didn’t stop trying to break free, even at the sound of footsteps approaching.

You glanced just to see who was coming your way, out of the shadows like a hungry jaguar. There from the darkness appeared Jaehyun a smirk on his face. He pushed his glasses up higher now changed from his ballroom clothes, a suit traded for a black cloak. He, like his brothers, still had no clue you knew of their malignant plan to kill you and steal your energy.

You had to play it off now, the best way you can. You couldn’t let them know you know, it was your biggest card to play and now you can no choice but to play your cards not right, but perfectly. “I am more than happy that you agreed to help us. I must warn you of something’s tough,” he said approaching the large machine you were strapped to. He switched the light on next to it. The room you were in was large and bright. You noticed the hard floor below you was the same form the rest of the cellar. Although being that it was much dapper, you assumed you were below the cellar. You looked to your right to see a dark hallway, stone on the outline of the walls. On the other side was an old wooden staircase.

Jaehyun stepped onto a stool becoming eye level with you. He held a needle attached to a wire in his hands. He held it up to your skin looking into your eyes. “This will only pinch a little,” he said and before you could reject he pulled your forearms flat and he pushed the needed into your vein. You screamed in pain. It was no pinch, the needle bigger than the average one you’d see at the doctors. Jaehyun shushed you wiping the tears from your eyes. You could help but let them fall, the needle at cause such a reaction.

Jaehyun moved to the other side sticking in another needle. He walked over to the machine putting on a pair of goggles. You let out a breath praying to yourself the plan would still work. The original plan, while it wasn’t a great one, didn’t involve you down here strapped to an unknown device. You were just going to ambush them during the party and then run, instead, you let your curiosity distract you again and missed the bigger picture.

Now after a badass attempt at being the hero, here you are strapped to, what you could only assume a blood-sucking machine waiting to be rescued.

“Jaehyun what's gonna happen?” You asked teeth gritting. You could feel the restraints becoming tighter against you. He didn’t look at you just turned on different machines next to yours. “It will take some blood. Then I’ll perform the ritual and drink it, easy,” he said looking up at you for a moment. You smiled and nodded your head complying with his direction. Deep down you wanted to break through and kill him. Kill him for lying to you and then trying to kill you. What made everything worse now was he lying to your face again, so easily. I wasn’t going to lie it hurt you. “So that’s it? Then what why am I on this machine? Can’t I just cut my finger? Doyoung said that was okay-“

“Doyoung does not know what he is talking about,” he said sternly finally looking at you. He sighed the book in his hand coming to his side. He adjusted his glasses from slipping, and the warmth in the room began to pick up. “The machine is not something to fear, okay? It just makes things easier,” he said. “Easier? It’s painful,” you said trying to squeeze out but, if not before, it was even harder to escape with the tubes in your arms. Jaehyun just sighed again walking to the step below you. “It will all be over soon,” he said placing a kiss on your forehead.

If you didn’t know their plan that wouldn’t have been as menacing. It wouldn’t have made your skin crawl and your heart race. Jaehyun watched from the monitor, your pulse, everything. “Try to relax okay? This may not work if you are scared,” he said jotting something down in his notebook. You scoffed turning your head to him. “Relax? There are tubes in my arms and you want me to relax?” You asked sarcastically. You were starting to despise him even more than you did before.

During the moments you laid the strap to the machine you tried to remember key facts to calm you down.

Fact one: You are alive. Fact two: Jaehyun and his brothers are insane. Fact three: One of the brothers is not insane. Fact Four: You need to try and live.

You ran over the facts in your head. Another fact was Doyoung was the one who brought you here, or at least to Jaehyun. By the way, he was acting, you got the impression he tied you down to the machine. Another fact was Doyoung probably knew where you were, so Yuta might too.

But one also doesn’t know, so who’s lying? Jaehyun walked away for a moment. When he returned the book still in his hand and with a smile on his face he placed the book down on a small table. He clasped his hands together excitedly. “It’s a full moon tonight. The ritual may now begin,” he said. He walked off to the stairs looking over at you quickly. “I’ll be right back,” he said running up the steps. You let your head fall back in frustration. They were going to kill you and there was nothing you could do to prevent it. You couldn’t tell them you knew because then they’d just kill your faster. You tried to run through didn’t plans and scenarios in your head but nothing seemed like it could be executed.

“I’m back,” Jaehyun said both brothers behind him. Doyoung stepped towards you standing on the stool. “Forgive me, dear Y/n. I had no choice,” he said moving his hand to touch your forehead. Out of instinct, you turned away, no longer want him to touch you. You couldn’t even meet his eyes. He frowned and stepped down from the stool standing next to his brothers. “This will be simple. We will not take too much blood from you Y/n. You might feel tired or a bit uneven after but we have some water and crackers here for you to enjoy once you are finished,” he said a smile on his face.

The sick bastard probably getting turned on by his. Seeing you tied down basically to your deathbed. You knew you had to kill him first, clearly the brains of this operation. Jaehyun walked up the stool eye level to your face for the final time. “Oh Y/n,” he whispered so his brothers would hear. These words were only meant for you.

“See you in hell,” he said walking down to turn on the machine. Once he pulled the long lever electricity sparked all over the place. You felt the tubes become tighter in your veins. Your head fell as you felt the pulling and pumping of your blood leave your body. From what you could see, eyes barely opened, and blood flowed through the tubes and into the golden chalice.

This was it. This was how you would die. Strapped to a machine in a dark and scary cellar of three vampires' homes drained of every ounce of blood you had inside you.

After some time you felt your head swing from the side, it falling. Your vision started to become blurry, barely able to see your feet below you. Your arms and legs no longer kicked. You didn’t scream and holler anymore your voice slowly fading. Screams mimicking the sounds you make when you wake up and can’t move. You tried to scream but no sound escapes your lips. Just a dried sound that not even a mouse could hear. Everything was gone at this point. You would be gone. From your family, your friends and Lucy. Your mind began to wander into the happy moments you shared with everyone including Jeno. Who truly waited for you at your old spot for an entire day.

Just in your moment of lost hope. You heard the door bust open from above. Barley able to move your head you watched as two girls came running down the stairs. They ran up to Jaehyun screaming and shouting at him. All you heard were blurred sounds. You could barely make out what they were saying.

“You're going to kill her…”

“Stop…” we’re the only things you could understand. You watched as one of the girls go thrown, their body blurred in your eyes but you knew it was a girl from the long dark hair that fell back with her. You felt something on your arm. You looked down to see hands ripping out the vein in your left arm. “Ow!” You yelped seeing the small hole in your arm. The girl shook her head running to the other side to remove the needle. “I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry,” she said tears evident in her tone. Your vision slowly came back you still couldn’t properly see anyone.

However, you saw the girl's body get thrown away from you. You jerked forward to help her but there wasn’t much you could do. All you figured you could do was pull the needle out yourself. Your hand inched forward to your skin. Moving at a snail's pace you felt tears brim in your eyes. Your body only felt weaker and weaker but you couldn’t stop. You had to try. Your hand came so close to your arm fingers reaching for the tube. You felt your eyes begin to flutter close. This was going to be it.

No, it can’t be.

Your eyes were shut and your arm felt lip. The arguing and fighting stopped and everyone looked at you. Jaehyun pushed off Wendy his body. “It worked.” He said walking to the machine to get a better look at you. “I can’t believe it worked,” he said going to touch your limp, ashen body. He smiled turning to his brothers. One pushed off to run towards the machine and came to his side. He looked at your face and then back at Jaehyun a horrid look in his gaze. His fingers reached to touch your skin, how cold you felt. He felt his heart breaking.

“Brother, how could you do this?” He asked for the first time in a while feeling the true heartbreak and betrayal from his only family. “How could you kill her? How selfish can you possibly be?!” He yelled at Jaehyun catching his attention. Heartbreak turned into something ugly quickly, he would never forgive his brother for this. “I won’t drink the blood,” he said. “I deserve this punishment for being a part of this,” he said walking away his other brother coming forward.

“It worked! I knew you could do it Jaehyun. When you showed me this machine before I couldn’t believe it but now here she is. The hybrid is dead and we will no longer have to fear the stories of her bringing us to our downfall,” he said clasping his hands together. “And to make things even better,” he said as Jaehyun shut off the machine. The chalice filled to the brim. “She has marked all three, desire, trust, and confidence,” he said walking over to be the first to drink. He brought the cup to his lips tasting your sweet blood. He hummed at the taste.

“Truly divine,” he said. Jaehyun smiled taking the chalice from his hand but didn’t drink from it. The other brother cringed at the sight before him. He couldn’t believe what they were doing. All this time they’ve lied to murder you. He thought they loved you just as much as he did. His feelings for you are true and pure. Everything he ever said to you was honest to the truth. Now you were gone. He had no reason to be here anymore. He would have to leave. Leave to another place and never return, he’ll face death on his own someday. The other brother danced around the room happiness in his eyes and a freedom feeling in his heart. “Finally we are free,” he sang as he spun around the room. As he danced on and on distracted with your blood. Jaehyun chuckled seeing his brother dance around like a fool. “Let’s go celebrate him?” He said to both of his brothers. One nodded the other remained silent.

“Oh dear brother,” Jaehyun said placing a hand on his shoulder. His head was low, he didn’t look up to meet his eyes. “Do not be sad,” he said shaking his head. “We have what’s ours now. Enjoy it,” he said. The brother couldn’t help but look up at your limp body. He shook his head walking ahead of his brothers up the stairs and away from them. “I can’t,” he said disappearing.

Jaehyun sighed a shrug leaving his body. “Girls feel free to do whatever you want with the body. Burn it, dig a hole for it I don’t care. Your little plan to save yourselves seems to have failed so,” he walked over to the machine smacking the metal. “Your punishment will be to bury your friend,” he said an evil smirk on his face as he and his brother walked away.

Wendy stood up running to your side. She and Seulgi ripped off the restraints. Seulgi saw your hand holding the needle from your right arm. You had successfully pulled it out but it was the only strength and energy you had left in your body. The girls felt tears form in their eyes. They were too late. Their hearts broke at the thought of more decades they’d spend here with them. They knew now you and them could not be free from this hell. They cried at your lifeless body, holding your hands. Wendy out of rage continued to rip apart every restrain. Your body fell forward but Seulgi caught you.

The rest of the girls appeared running to your side. They cried, shakey hands covering Irene’s lips as tears couldn’t help but spill from Joy's eyes. Yeri fell to the ground in despair. It was over. Everything was over and gone. They stood by your body doing whatever they could to bring you back. They tried to give you some of your blood that was left behind in another cup. They poured it down your throat but it didn’t work. They tried to repeat spells but because of the curse, they were deemed useless.

A stranger appeared from the dark hallway. Covered in a potato shack that was turned into clothing. Stomps could be heard coming from him as he came closer. The girls backed away and Wendy pulled your body with hers so the stranger could not touch you or them. Then Seulgi stopped them. “Wait it’s the boy,” she said running towards him. “You. I know you can help us,” she said. The boy nodded but was silent. He turned to the side where his bag lay. He pulled out the silver sword that was once placed in the Hall of Knights. He handed it to Seulgi bowing to her.

“How did you?” She caused words to die on her tongue as she held the sword in her hands.

“I heard you all in the library,” he began looking down at your body. “I stole the sword the minute I saw one of those evil brothers steal her away,” he said kneeling to your side. “I tried to save her before but she was scared. I don’t blame here I would have been too. I just didn’t know how else to approach her,” he said shaking his head. He walked over to your body. He touched your arm feeling your pulse. “She is still alive but very weak,” he said. The girls felt the hope that had faded slowly make its return.

“She’s alive?” Yeri asked surprised. He nodded letting your arm gently fall on your stomach. “She needs energy. She can’t fight if she’s too weak,” he said. “Well, how will she kill them? She only has tonight before they all drink the blood,” Seulgi said.

“Why before they drink the blood?” Wendy asked.

“If they drink it they’ll get her power,” Joy said to Wendy. “They’ll become unstoppable,” she said the tension in the room rising. They all looked down at you, at the sound of coughing. You were slowly waking up eyes adjusting to the bright light in the room. “Quick move her from here,” the strange man said as footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. They lifted you and ran down the dark hallway.

“What is this place?” Yeri asked standing next to Irene. She held her arm tightly. Irene held her as well as they walked through the went tunnel. The boy leading you all spoke. “You all know the surface,” he said chuckling using a stick to help him walk. “I know the foundation of this place like the back of my hand,” he said. “Because they locked you here?” Seulgi asked helping Wendy to hold her body up. He nodded. “You can see that. I also built the place,” he said continuing his journey of guiding you all down the dark tunnel.

“You built it? How long ago was that?” Yeri asked. He chuckled remembering the bright day. “I was young at the time. Only twenty-two when I built this place for them. The year was 1903 and they wanted their home to be remodeled after a French home they visited searching for her,” he said. “Of course, they failed, she didn’t exist yet but I assumed they smelled my blood and mistaken me for a shapeshifter. They told me they did not believe me when I saw I was not the demon girl,” he said head falling.

“They didn’t believe me until now. But I am bonded to this place like you all. And since she is out ticket out of here, I’m going to help you,” he said. “What is your name?” Joy asked.

“My name?” He said in the form of a question. “I don’t believe in allowed to say,” he said as you all reached the end of the tunnel. “The quickest way to heal her is in Master Jaehyun’s room of poisons and potions. In there is an energy potion she can drink, the boys use it after they’d touch her,” he said opening the large door. The inside was dark but colorful. Each potion and poison glowed in the dark. The man looked around as Wendy and Seulgi placed you on a chair.

“This is where they come for some time to regain strength,” he said looking around for the potion. “I’ve seen them drink out of a vile…” his words stretched as he reached for a green potion in the back. Joy came to his side and grabbed it handing it to him with a smile on her face. He thanked her and turned back to you. “Slip this past her lips and she should regain her strength,” he said handing the vile to Wendy. She did as she was told letting the green liquid slip past her chapped lips. “Do not give her too much,” he said halting Wendy from going any further. She nodded placing the vile on the table, with half the bottle missing. They all watched for your reaction. To see if the potion would work. After what felt like minutes they started to lose hope.

Until you jerked up eyes wide and sucked in air like a mad woman. “Y/n!” They said in unison as they woke up. You stood up from your seat feeling your body on a thousand. You felt unstoppable and full of energy. Most importantly you felt alive. “How did you?” You turned to look at the strange man who chased you. You backed away from him ready to run but Irene stopped you shaking her head with a smile on her lips. “I am not going to hurt you,” he said voice soft. “I want to help you,” he said coming towards you. He extends his dirty hand out to you for you to shake. You hesitantly took his hand in yours shaking it.

Once the handshake was over you wiped your hands on your pants. “So what now? They already have my blood don’t they?” You asked looking at Seulgi. She nodded walking over to hold the sword that Joy held. “Yes but you still have time to hunt and kill them,” she said handing you the sword. “Oh! One more thing,” the man said turning back to his shack. “I can’t believe I forgot,” he said searching in his shack. You all confused waited for him to finish.

Once he found it he pulled it out showing it to you. “A whip?” You asked taking the leather wipe from his hands. He nodded an excited smile on his face. “The sword and the whip go together,” he said. Yeri gawked at the whip. “I thought it was forgotten. Dung deep into the other side of the world,” she said eyeing it. The man shook his head. “No Master Jaehyun for all his faults is great at finding things. He made sure this would be in the Hall of Knights heavily guarded away,” he said.

You held the whip in your hands looking and feeling the whip. You swung it around a little and smack it into the table. The table snapped in half causing you to jump. “Try and be careful it is not a toy,” he said. You nodded putting it back on your side. “Sorry,” you said taking a glance at him and holding your head down embarrassed.

“All we need now is to activate your powers,” Wendy said to you. “How do we do that?” You asked her. “It’s a quick ritual we must perform. However we can not perform it because of our lack of power, so you will have to,” Joy said. You widened your eyes shaking your head. “I can’t perform a ritual,” she shook her head. “Yes, you can. We will help you,” she said as Wendy and Irene moved the half table to the other side of the room. Yeri grabbed the nearby chalk Jaehyun would use for his chalkboard and started drawing symbols on the ground.

Once she finished Seulgi held the book out to you. “Repeat after me,” she said looking into your eyes ready. You nodded sending her the confirmation she needed.

She spoke the incantation spells to you. You said them back to her watching as the symbols began to glow, green, blue, red, and then purple. “We need to awaken the demon in you,” Wendy said. She had noticed the face you made at the sight of the potions and poisons beginning to lift. You became nervous in the room afraid the ritual wouldn’t work. Wendy calmed down reassuring you that you would be fine. The man who watched from the door ran back to you. “Move quickly there are guards down here,” he said motioning to the female guards who drew closer. He shut the door blocking their view and their entry.

Seulgi kept saying the words and you repeated them. “More confidence Y/n we need this to work!” Yeri said to you. You nodded letting your eyes close as you focused on the spell. Seulgi in Latin continued to speak to you and with more confidence you repeated the words. You kept repeating the words until you felt your body hit the ground. A burning feeling ran through your entire body. Bones cracked as your demon aspect took over your body. The burning flame in you grew brighter, you were unable to stay still tossing and turning. Eyes shut and teeth gritting as you felt something prying at your skin from the inside. Wendy watched as a hand print formed from the inside of your stomach.

“It hurts!” You yelled eyes shut. You felt tears form as the demon in you crawled under your skin. “It will be over soon! It’s waking up now!” Seulgi said book still in her hands. She smiled a wide smile closing the book in her hands. She placed it on a shelf. Purple magic glowed through the symbol in front of you. The sun symbol on your waist glowed purple as well. You looked down at your arms seeing burn marks forming on the surface of your skin.

“Uh Seulgi I think we should stop!” Wendy shouted hair flying back from the strong winds that circulated the room. The water that dripped on the floor formed into bigger droplets forming a puddle. The rain fell outside water slipping through the pipes. The cellar would be flooded soon. “Just wait she’s almost there!” Seulgi shouted back. She knelt to your level kneeling just outside the circle. “You have to remember Y/n that you are only half demon. You are in full control of both sides of yourself. Do let the demon take full control, tame it and remember you are in control!” She shouted to you helping and coaxing you through the eventful transition. You groaned in pain. You tried to take her advice not letting the demon control you, but you did it. You tried to relax your breathing and clear up your mind. Once you replaced the images it showed you of itself with memories of your own you felt the pain slowly start to fade away. You didn’t let the demon have any control over you. Taming it and making it your bitch.

You let out one final belt lifting your head from the ground and exposing your glowing purple eyes to the room before you. Your growls and roars are louder than the banging on the door. The guards of course heard you and saw the purple hue from underneath the door. Some went to alarm the vampires and others stood behind to catch you. Not yet bracing themselves for what you will become or have you have just become.

The hue faded as quickly as it appeared. The vials and bottles no longer rattled and everyone’s hair fell back into place. Wendy ran over to you, Irene stopped her from stepping into the circle. The energy inside that circle was enough to kill an entire country. Your nails gaze against the ground. Everyone stepped back seeing the rips in your clothes. Your skin had changed to a greyish color, as an older vampire would look. Your face had formed with the face of a demon. If you looked close you could see the different parts of your face that were still yours. Your lips and face shape stayed the same as well as your nose. But your eyes pierced with purple growing in the irises. You slowly stood up feeling the power inside you travel throughout your body. Everyone watched you in awe as the lightning outside crashed with thunder making a loud boom. The muscles on your arms and legs became more defined with added strength. Irene tripped back in pure awe of you. You were finally in your true form, and you looked just as beautiful and powerful as you did when you appeared fully human.

“Y/n you have awoken the demon in you,” Seulgi began. “Now you must do what is right,” she said watching as you stepped out of the circle. The man held the door shut along with Joy’s help. They tried to keep the guards away from running in and killing them and sneaking away with you. But Irene stopped them shaking her head. Seulgi stood beside her facing Joy and the boy. “Let her pass. Y/n can handle this,” she said turning to you. You bent down picking up the sword in your right hand and the whip in your left. You tightened your grip on your mouth. The purple hue appears again, the sun symbol growing bigger on your waist. Now appearing like a tattoo. “You may turn back into your human form whenever you’d like,” Seulgi said standing next to you. “You can change between two. Just remember it can be draining so make sure you drain the captain's energy,” she warned and you nodded.

The boy came up to you. “The brothers know. They know you are awake. They are in the ballroom,” he said fear in his tone. He was the only one that still doubted the plan for freedom. “I can hear them,” he said to you. “How?” You asked your voice mixing with the demons. “I am one of them. They turned me into a vampire after they deemed me useless,” he said. “Forced me to be their slave in the catacombs of their chateau. For decades I have been lost down here wandering the grounds, helping victims escape through the holes of the old walls. Placed the hidden doors throughout the place for people like you to flee. But now you tell me you will kill them,” he said nodded I guess head throwing his walking stick on the ground.

“You tell me you can free them. And now I see you in your glory. And I have no choice but to trust you,” he said opening the door unavailing the guards behind it. The guard's faces were covered with a knight's helmet back as you stepped out. The boy turned to the five girls in the room who watched. “Ladies follow me. We will wait here for Y/n,” he said guiding the girls through a secret door that led to a hidden stairway.

You lifted your sword smacking your whip on the floor. The guards let up their swords running toward you. You ran to them using your whip to smack against the ground. You drew your sword to theirs the two clinking together. In a swift move, you easily stabbed one through the chest. Pulling out your blood-covered sword you stabbed another through the lower abdomen watching as the guard fell to her knees. The human in you was slightly worried about the murders you were committing. The demon in you sniffed out that the women were also vampires and it eased your mind.

You watched as more flowed through the tunnel. Light from the lightning blinked through the cracks of the walls and high ceilings. Flashing as the guards drew near. You lifted your sword raising it to end them.

You ran and sped towards them swinging your swords at theirs the two clashing together creating a spark. The purple-glowing sword easily held off the guards in front of you as you whipped the ones behind you to their death. The guards in front of you were no match for your added strength. You wrapped a whip around one’s neck squeezing tightly throwing it to the other side of the room. You used the sword to slash the other's knees watching as she fell. You swung the sword to decapitate her head. You watched as it slipped off her neck falling to the ground.

The guards slowly back away creating a path for the larger woman guard to appear. The captain of the vampire's guards sent by Jaehyun himself to kill you. He was confident you stood no chance against her. She would kill you and as a souvenir would bring you his head. Her eyes pierced through the metal helmet. “You have my sword,” she said darkly step by step slowly approaching you. She dragged her silver sword to the ground. The blade scratches the stone ground. “That sword was gifted to me by Jaehyun and the boy stole it to give it to you,” she said stopping at the end of the line. You held the sword tightly in your hands. She was much bigger than you with visibly bigger muscles. She towered over your chest heaving up and down in anger mixed with the disease of jealousy.

“Give it back and I’ll let you live. If not I’ll kill your and take it from your dead hands,” she said slowly lifting her sword. “You will not take this sword and at the end of the night I will have your head and the vampires on a stake in front of the chateau where everyone can see,��� you said in a demotic tone, underlines of your voice still evident. Your human form is not fully gone. The vampire captains growled an animal-like growl. Coming towards you with gritted teeth and a tight fist. She leaped into the air stabbing the sword into the ground. You were quickly able to move away. And remembered what Wendy told you in the library earlier that night. “The vampire's guard, she holds a power similar to yours. If you can successfully kill her you can steal her energy and mix it with the demon aspect of you. Then you’ll get the powers of a vampire,” she told you.

You enticed her by smacking your whip on the ground. You dragged it on the floor beckoning your fingers forward. She came towards you with her sword messily drawing it at you. Swinging it side to side as you dodged each swing. The captain’s swings began to weaken and you took the chance to hit your sword with her, sending it flying. It clinked on the floor, she let it slide away pulling a dagger from her sleeve.

You fought her with your sword and her dagger. Your sword drew closer creating a thin cut on her stomach. She groaned but it didn’t stop her from continuing to fight. “You can not kill me,” she said through laughter. She mocked you picking her sword up from the ground. You remained silent focusing on her foot placement on the ground. Then the way her hands moved. You paid attention to the sword in her right hand. You came forward wrapping her left hand with the whip that held her dagger. Preventing her from stabbing you while your sword cut off her right hand.

Her hand fell to the ground and she screamed in pure pain. That was the first time anything cut her and it hurt. Her eyes widened as she held her arm close to her. The white slid off her wrist. Her left hand cradled her right wrist watching as blood spurred out of her furiously. She stepped back now afraid of you. She had met her match. You threw your whip wrapping it around her neck and squeezing tightly. You drew her forward not bothering to work. With a sling, your sword high in the air came down slicing her head clean off her body. It plopped onto the ground and you picked it up. You looked around at all the other guards. Eyes glowing bright purple as you absorbed her power. Now the demon aspect well fed you felt even more alive.

“Take me to the vampires,” you said the whip around your waist and captains head in your bloody hand. The vampire guards didn’t move instead rose their swords to take their turn in killing you. “Fine,” you said licking the side of your lip and tasting the metal taste of blood. You placed the head of the captain to the side. Removing your whip from the tight hold on your waist. “I will take care of you all. Anyone who wishes to leave take the chance now. If not then be prepared to never leave this tunnel,” you said drawing your sword.

You slaughtered every single guard in sight. None took their chance to run. You gave it to them for being so brave. You cut their throats, sliced off their heads, and stabbed their hearts. Bodies lay all over the tunnel that slowly filled with water. Once you were done your chest heaved up and down. Looking around at the destruction you transformed back into your human form.

“I need new clothes,” you said to yourself looking down at your ripped pants and shirt. You search around deciding to put on the knight's armor. You picked up one of the dead vampires taking her armor off. Luckily she was dressed underneath. You took off her armor putting it on your body. You slipped into her boots and then lastly put her helmet over your head. You picked up a nearby shack that lay on a bunch of other shacks. You put the whip inside of it as well as the captain's head. You held the silver sword in your hand. You headed through the tunnel. You saw the stairs and ran to them when you reached the top you saw more guards run down. They ran right past you swords in their hands. Probably on their way to kill you.

You quickly walked past them reaching the top of the stairs. You instantly recognize the scene before you. This is where you threw that flashlight at Yuta’s head the first night you were here. You remembered that was the first time they told you they were vampires. You were so scared you ran around the manor looking for an exit. You sighed shaking the memory from your head and turned to the other flight of stairs. Knowing this would lead to the second floor just above the ballroom.

You left through another door down the dark hallway. Guards running around back n forth preparing for what you only assumed was your arrival to the ballroom. As you walked past many of the guards you saw Doyoung walking beside two guards. Your heart froze but you hid your emotions transitioning into your demon half so he wouldn’t smell you.

As he walked past you he stopped. He turned around, “Stop,” he said to you. You stopped in your steps cursing to yourself. “Come here,” he beckoned. You walked over to him cautiously. He eyes you and your body. As you got closer he looked you in your eyes. “You,” he said. “I haven’t seen you before. Your scent is different,” he said. You scoffed, “Didn’t perfume,” you said. It was the first thing you could think to say. He smirked nodding his head.

“Okay,” he said nonchalantly. He patted your amor-covered shoulder. “Just keep searching for Y/n,” he said lowly to you. You pulled away nodding your head. You bowed and continued your journey. When you made your way down another dark hallway you slowed down your pace. More guards running past you sharp swords in their hands. How many guards were in this place? You thought as you walked past them all. Once you heard the patter of their feet travel further and further away you picked up your pace deciding to run down the hallway. You stopped once you entered the finials hallway way. Jaehyun’s chambers were near meaning the second floor that overlooked the ballroom was near. If you could find the second floor, you could find the door that led to the entrance.

But then you paused. If the boys were waiting for you they would not be in the ballroom. You walked towards the door above the ballroom opening the door exposed you to the now empty room. “The blood maze,” you said turning around only to be met with Yuta.

“Have you seen her?” He asked you with pleading eyes. You didn’t respond just looked back into his eyes. After some time you just shook your head. He nodded and patted your shoulder sending you off to the garden. “See if she ends up there. Tell her I’m looking for her,” he said as he walked away from you. You nodded and headed towards the opposite door. This door leads to another flight of stairs. Leading to the opposite end of the garden where the blood maze was placed. You ran down the stairs and past an empty dining hall. You ran through the courtyard passing the library and the blood fountain. You felt the wet grass below your feet as you ran through to reach the maze. Once you reached the maze you remembered what Wendy told you before in the library.

“If they are in the ballroom to celebrate a victory like they always do then they are probably past the blood maze. You may have seen the small building on the other side. No one is allowed in there, Seulgi has been in once, and from what we’ve heard it is an absolute nightmare. She also said there was a lever you can pull to get a path through the maze. Astone walkway would appear and you could easily get inside. The brothers could be in there. Probably performing the ritual,” she warned.

You tighten the waistband and hold the bag on your waist. As you made your way to the blood maze. Once you stepped in front of it your transformed into your demon half to help prevent any sounds or confusion the maze episode throws at you. The maze is designed to be a trap to catch prey, to catch humans. You walked further into the maze seeing the golden earth slowly fade into the background covered by large red hedges.

“Once you reach a golden moon your close. If you see the sliver statue of a woman you have gone too far,”

You remembered Wendy’s words as you walked deeper into the maze. You could start to hear the cries for help. You shook the cries from your head ignoring the screams and painful belts that could be heard throughout the maze. You turned a right corner hearing a drop of water touch your armor. You turned left seeing leaves fall onto the ground. You made another right and then went straight at the sound of the wind whistling. The screaming and crying had begun to fade into the background.

Then when you turned the left corner and saw the silver statue of a woman. The sounds changed around you. Screams of pain and torture could be hard digging into your ears. What made it more menacing was you could hear them scream your name.

“Help us Y/n,”

“Please help we do not want to die,”

Your hands went to your pounding head. The yells only got louder the more you tried to suppress them. You remove your helmet letting it smack onto the ground. Hands covering your ears and knees buckling falling beside your helmet. You scream rocking yourself back n forth trying to silence the loud yells for help. The things that yelled your name in agony. You heard a rustle in the bushes next to you. Jerking back you couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes as the screams change yet again.

“Y/n you will never be loved,” you heard a voice say.

“You will never be able to forget,”

“A monster and a freak you are! You are just like them,”

“Turn back,”

“Give up you're just gonna die,”

You transitioned back into your human form. You shook your head not cradling yourself. More drops of heavy rain fell from the sky. Falling and hitting the top of your head. The rest of the water slid down your silver armor and onto the stone floor forming a puddle. You looked back up at the statue standing up and coming to her side. A bench was placed in front of her and you sat down in it head low. “I can’t do this. I’m a failure. I’ll just get everyone killed,” you doubtfully said to yourself. You watched as your tears fell alongside the rain hitting the ground below your feet. The sadness you felt became stronger inside you and unleashed itself exposing your weakness to the world. You cried hands covering your face. Hair sticking to your now soaked from the rainwater.

“What even am I?” You questioned yourself looking down at your hands. You never knew you were a half-demon hybrid. How could you? Your parents never told you. Maybe they didn’t know what you thought. Besides you couldn’t blame them for the situation you were in now. You sighed sat back and looked up at the sky. “Why?” You asked the heavens.

“What curse me and lead me here and then tell me I am half demon? My new friends are witches,” you asked the skies. “Why have I done to deserve this?” You asked. Just as your vision started to become blurry with fresh tears you saw a purple light glow from above. The sliver statue’s finger glows purple. You looked at the woman’s finger and the direction it was pointing in. You stood up quickly gathered your stuff and wiped your tears. It was right under your nose the entire time. The pathway is guided by the sliver woman. You tried to comfort yourself with happy thoughts as you walked over your helmet. But nothing seemed to ease your mind.

After all, you are now a murderer and a monster.

Just as you went to walk away to the opposite of the maze where the lever was located you heard a rustle in the bushes again. You looked over backing away just in case. Then your car appeared from the bushes. You felt your heart become warm at the sight of your friend. “Lucy,” you said running to her and scooping her in your arms. She purred against your skin rubbing her head on your stomach. “How did you know I was where?” You asked petting her fur. She just blinked before she jumped off your lap and took off in front of you. You chased after her through the maze making it past the golden moon.

Reaching the lever you pulled it back Lucy standing by to watch. Once you pulled it back you saw a path form that led you to the small building. You immediately ran off Lucy following beside you as you approached the front entrance to the old building. A black broken gate in front of the place. Before you stepped to open it you turned to Lucy. “Maybe you should stay behind. It can be dangerous in there,” you said warning the cat to stay behind. She just looked at you and turned away disappearing into the bushes. You sighed turning back around. You moved your hands to undo the lock on the gate. It opened slowly creating a creaking sound. You gulped before stepping inside the dark walkway.

The wall to the building was short. There was no front to it. The minute you walked through the short walkway you were already inside. You tried to look around in the dim light room. Feeling around with your hands to make sure you didn’t bang into anything. You maneuvered your hands around feeling rusty metal bars. You got closer to one of the bars you held. You squinted your eyes in the darkest trying to see. You felt warmth on the side of your face turning to see a torch on the wall. You picked it up holding it in your hand using it as your flashlight. You looked back at the bars shining the flame closer to it. When the light illuminated the small part of the room you instantly jumped back. A skeleton was chained with metal cuffs to the stone fall.

You looked around to see there were more and more cells inside the tunnel. This had to be some sort of dungeon. Many skeletons were chained to the walls. Some sitting on the ground covered in dust and worms. Others were chained with metal cuffs to the walls hanging by their hands on the stone. You swallowed hard moving the torch away from the bones. These were not the men you knew. Did you believe they killed humans? Yes. Did you believe the humans they killed were murderers or rapists? Yes. Which is why you never asked questions about their food. But now you start to realize that maybe you should have.

When you reached the end of the short tunnel of cells you saw there was nothing underneath you accept a flight of stairs. When you moved the torch to shine the rest of the way it was nothing but darkness. You kicked a pebble that lay on the ground. You watched it fall onto nothing only hearing it when it hit the ground. You moved from the edge to the stairs walking down cautiously since there were no handlebars. When you reached the bottom you should see an opened door with light coming through. You slowly crept to the door peeking through and seeing Jaehyun inside the room.

He had his sleeves rolled up and a pair of frames on his face. He held opened viles pouring the chálese of what could only be your blood into two viles. You assumed either Doyoung or Yuta would not be taking part in this. You crept a little closer mindful of your steps. You watched as Jaehyun poured the vile mixing it with a purple potion. He poured them in together mixing the two. He read the words of an incantation preparing the ritual with your blood. He was going to gain your power for himself and give the rest to his brother. He would be the one top.

You remembered Jaehyun’s past stories of his life. He always seemed to follow orders and do what he was told. Never had his voice to speak. Whether it was his lover, the king, or his brothers they always told him what to do and how to do it. This would be his chance to take over. To finally be on top and have everyone bow underneath his reign. He wasn’t going to become human he was going to become stronger, making him unstoppable. Not even you would be able to kill him.

But you had to be smart. Just jumping in and fighting him now would only make him drink from the vile and kill you. You knew he wouldn’t drink his share here. He would have to take it to the ballroom eventually. You decided that’s where you would meet him and his brother in the ballroom. But until then you had to play your part. You removed your armor and dressed in the clothes you wore before. You hid your items off to the side and stepped into the room where Jaehyun mixed and poured his potions.

“Jaehyun…” you called stepping inside. His eyes widened but didn’t react in fear or shock. Instead, he came to your side and hugged you kissing you on your head. “Oh Y/n I was afraid you’d never wake up,” he said against your hair. You sighed sobbing into his chest. You needed to let him see you weak for the first time. You needed him to see you sad and sobbing in his chest like he was home to you. You needed to play him as he played you.

“I was so scared,” you hugged his chest tears seeping into his shirt. “You don’t understand I thought I was never going to wake up,” you sobbed. “Y/n I love you so much. I was so worried,” he lied. You felt your heart freeze for a moment. Lying to your face again. It made your blood boil. Your lips formed a tight line but you held it in. You had to. Not only did you have your life to lose but you had people depending on your to survive. You pushed off of him wiping your eyes and tears. Jaehyun leaned over grabbed a tissue and handed it to you. You wiped your eyes with it placing the tissue in the trash.

“Where are Yuta and Doyoung?” You asked following him around the table. He shrugged moving his potions and book to the side. “They are preparing for the ritual,” he said putting away certain bottles and tools. “The blood ritual right? Should I be there? You know to see you transform back into humans?” You asked light on your toes as you walked to him. You batted your eyelashes with your fingers crossed behind your back. He smiled looking down at you. He nodded cleaning out his space. “Yes. You should,” he said. “I’m sure they would love to have you present,” he said. You poked the inside of your mouth your tongue nodding your head.

“Okay. Let me head to Doyoung’s room so I can change,” you said walking away. “Y/n!” He shouted as you headed towards the door. You rolled your eyes letting out a short breath. You turned to him with a smile. “Yes?” You asked.

“How did you find this place? The maze is impossible to go through without a map or any sense of direction of the place,” he asked crossing his arms over his chest. “I just kept walking until I got here. I figured Yuta would be in here since you told me only he was allowed in. But now you are here and I’m confused as to why. You have your study in the manor,” you pointed to the exit with your finger. “So why did you come here?” You asked tutoring your head and crossing your arms over your chest.

He widened his eyes for a moment but quickly covered it up. He smirked chuckling as he walked over to you. He grabbed you by your forearm squeezing tightly. He leaned down to your pulling you close. “I don’t know what you have planned but you better watch yourself. Remember you are just a human girl, I could easily rip you apart,” he threatened. Your frown turned into a smile as you looked into his eyes getting even closer.

“But I thought you loved me? Would you hurt someone you loved?” You asked taunting him. He chuckled looking down and then back up at your eyes, small pieces of hair falling on his forehead. “Your right I could never hurt you unless you were lying to me. You know how I hate dishonesty,” he said with a smile on his face. You nodded, “Of course, I would never lie to you,” you said rising to your toes and placing a chaste kiss on his plumped lips. He kissed you back pulling you closer to him. He kissed down your lips and to your neck. You felt when his teeth graze your skin and you pushed him off.

“Don’t you want me to get changed?” You asked finger pinching your lip from the kiss. “It can wait, baby. I’ve missed you,” he said leaning in to kiss you again. You placed your hand on his chest lightly pushing him away. You came close to his lips hand still blocking him from moving. You looked up into his brown eyes. “I’ll see you later. I have a surprise,” you said. He raised his hands moving to your waist. “I can’t wait,” he said pecking your lips. You pulled away first and he let you leave. You stepped outside the exit not before looking back and winking at him. He smiled at your gesture and returned to his work.

When you exited you rolled your eyes and quickly locked up your things.

When you made it to Doyoung’s chambers you instantly got changed. Take off your ripped clothes and discarded them. You dug around the top drawer searching for a pair of pants. All you found were skirts and leggings. You had a feeling the skirt or the leggings would protect you during any fighting you might do, easily ripping or tearing. You continued to search around huffing in frustration when all you found were your emergency blue bell-bottom jeans. You lifted them in your air and sighed to yourself. It was probably the safest thing to wear.

You threw them on as well as a fitted t-shirt that sat right at the top of the jeans. You fixed yourself up cleaning off any blood that was now exposed on your arms. You added some makeup and light perfume becoming as convincing as you possibly could. Once you were done you walked over to the black boots placed next to your heels. You put them on hearing the heel clink on the floor once you stepped out onto the glass hallway.

You held the sword in your hand as well as the whip in your waist. The captain's head is still in a shack.

You headed down the hall to the spot you knew led to the entrance of the ballroom. When you reached the flight of stairs you noticed two guards standing off to the side. You quickly transformed becoming your demon half. The sword began to glue purple in your hands and the whip purple around your waist. This place would now be infested with guards after the massacre in the catacombs. You approached the guard with her back turned. Pulling her ponytail back she flung it into your chest. You covered your arm around her lifting your sword to slice her neck.

Your eyes began to glow as you felt yourself absorb her energy. The more you killed, the more chaos you caused the more you felt your energy spike. The next guard ran to you but you easily stabbed her through the stomach. She fell as you pulled your sword out, directly on her face. You didn’t bother cleaning the blood off the sword, it would just get bloody eventually as more guards got in your way. When you reached another hallway you saw each guard standing in front of a window holding their post. Only upon your arrival did they move. Making their way to kill you.

You undid your whip using it to squeeze around guards next watching as she choked and fell to the ground dead. The other that came from your left you smacked the whip it slicing her in half. The next couple of girls that came forward you used your sword to slice up one’s chest, the other to slice her legs stabbing her in the back as she fell, and the other your whip wrapped around her head squeezing tightly, so tight an eyeball flung out onto the ground.

The rest of the guards stepped back swallowing hard as you silently approached them. They had heard of stories. They heard about the legendary monster killer. The demon was sent from another realm to slaughter the monsters that walked amongst the Earth. The monsters were not supposed to be here but their disease and poisons slipped into our world creating the werewolves and the vampires. The trolls and goblins lived under bridges or in the deepest parts of the enchanted forest. The monsters haunted and killed innocent people. A touch of chaos was put into a child so that one day she would rise above them and wipe the earth clean of their evil. You were that baby they feared. Now grown and powers awaken. You were the one they were taught to fear. But they had never heard the other half of the story, only what their master Jaehyun had told them.

And they would follow that man to the end of the Earth. They charged at you and you ran towards them shack hanging from your belt. Whip in your left hand and sword in your right. You ran into the crowd stabbing and whipping the guards that weld their swords at you. You wasted no time and had zero remorse for any of them. Easily cutting their throats and creating whipping scars on their skin. Once you made it to the other side you looked around to see the bodies all over the ground. The grey, gloomy hallway was now dark and covered with blood. Your chest heaved up and down. You placed your sword away and absorbed their energy. Until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see Doyoung standing before you. You gasped, he wasn’t supposed to see you. None of them were. Now your plan won’t work. You weren’t even sure if he was the evil brother or Yuta and you didn’t want to risk it. If only you used a hidden door you could have avoided the battle about now it was too late- “I am so glad you are alive,” he said looking deeply into your eyes. His chest raised up and down quickly as he let his shoulder fall from your arm. “Forgive me but I had no clue,” he shook his head in disgust. “I had no idea of my brother's plans to hurt you. If I knew that, that is what they had in store I would have killed them myself,” he said tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb shaking his head a smile on his face. “How foolish? I am crying. I haven’t cried in a long time,” he said looking into your eyes that now filled with tears. Some had even threatened to fall.

“You didn’t know?” You asked.

He nodded sucking in a breath. Just the very idea of anyone or anything causing him harm broke his heart. You could feel that in the strong energy he gave off. “I love you Y/n. I would have never let this happen to you,” he said pulling you into his arms. You let herself go completely. Falling easily into his embrace and holding on to him tightly so he would let go.

“Why did you make me sleep?” You asked as you pulled away arms placed on his chest. He sighed arms still wrapped around you. “Jaehyun said it would be easier. I guess not,” he said. You nodded and returned to his hug.

The two of you walked beside each other to the ballroom. Doyoung agreed to help you with your plan to get rid of his brothers and help you instead. “So you had a clue?” You asked walking beside him. He shook his head holding your hand in his. Swinging your hands front to back. “No idea. They kept me away from secret meetings. They only told me what they told you,” he said. “But I did know you were a half-demon. That must be nice,” he joked.

“You knew?” You asked a little surprised. He nodded as you walked past a window with sunlight shining through. “After our first night together I realized you were more to handle for me than I to you. Jaehyun explained to me that you absorbed a lot of my energy during the time we spent. Which is why I was gone for a while or avoided you. I needed to regain my strengths,” he said honestly. You nodded thinking of the other question you had.

“Yuta knew then I assume. He knew of Jaehyun’s plan,” you pointed. He nodded chewing his lip. “They only spoke with each other. I knew of the blood machine. But I assumed it would only take a little….” He stopped to you, your hand in his. His head shook then fell. “I was so scared you weren’t going to wake up. Wendy tried to break you free from the restraints but failed,” he said. You nodded wiping away one of his tears. You continued walking his hand in yours. You didn’t want to talk about it any longer, you just wanted this to end.

You two had made it to the front entrance. Doyoung hand in yours told the guards to move aside. They did stepping away and opening the doors for the two of you. Thereby the stage, Jaehyun had two chalices in front of him. He smiled as you both entered walking hand in hand. Your boots echoed across the ballroom floor. You looked around the room seeing Wendy on the floor just above. The stands overlooked the dance floor. She smiled at you sending you a thumbs up. You smiled back returning to Jaehyun’s gaze.

“Welcome back brother,” he said greeting Doyoung. He walked over to you placing a kiss on your cheek. “Y/n,” he said flatly. “I see you’ve awakened the demon half of you. Well done, it suits you,” he commented. You held back your words bring your tongue. Just a few more minutes and you would be ready. You need all of them to be here. You looked around noticing there was no sight of Yuta. Then it dawned on you. You turned to Doyoung his and his brother's conversation fading into the back.

“Why didn’t you help me?” You asked. They both looked at you. Doyoung raised a brow face turning. “I’m sorry?” He asked. Your hand slipped away from his. “Why didn’t you help me out the restrains if you saw I was dying?” You asked again slowly backing from him. He scoffed voice becoming much higher pitched. “Y/n I was frozen I couldn’t help you-“

“Bullshit. Why didn’t you help me,” you asked hand holding onto your sword. You didn’t pull it out but your fingers tighten on it ready to sling it out at any given moment. Doyoung looked over at Jaehyun who shook his head. He already knew that you knew the whole time. Jaehyun was far from stupid he knew you knew of their plan. He also knew you didn’t know which brother was evil. But he knew you trusted Doyoung the most. Which is why he sent him your way.

“You knew.” You said a shudder in your voice. “You knew the whole time and you lied,” you said. Two guards came from behind you holding your arms behind your back. You tried to break free but couldn’t. Doyoung stepped forward sighing. He had finally given up his act.

“Y/n my dear I am impressed you figured it out so fast,” he chuckled pulling a dagger out of his jacket pocket. It danced around in his fingers. He licked his lips looking away from the sliver blade and back at you. “It is an utter shame we have to kill you. I did like you but this,” he pointed to the room around him. The statues and the art. The expensive jewels and clothes. “This is a life I deserve. You can not take that away from me,” he said coming closer to you and raising the dagger to your chin.

“But your son. What will happen?” You asked still putting every singe piece together. He shook his head hair dangling above his forehead. He wore a sinister grin on his lips. “I lied my darling. My son died years ago. There is nothing left for me but me,” he said pushing the dragger closer to your skin beginning to draw blood. He frowned mockingly.

“It will be hard killing you, I know that. But it will be an utmost riveting task. Your death will go down in our history books. The monster slayer who died before she could get her first kill,” he chuckled mocking you. “And the guards don’t count my dearest. Maybe the captain but she is…” his words died as you pushed off the guards opening your bag and sliding the captain's head his way. The head landed in front of his feet and choked on air almost falling to the ground.

“She is our- she’s been here longer than all of us there’s no possible way,” he stuttered looking over at Jaehyun who was just as surprised. You stepped towards him drawing your sword. “You will be surprised by just how well I can do,” you said holding your sword in front of you and standing your ground. He looked back at you dagger still in his hand pointed in your direction. “Still once we drink your blood we will gain your power. Will be unstoppable. I will not give up this life for you!” He yelled as he ran to the chálese taking a swig.

He drank every single drop. He threw the chalice on the ground a few drops of blood slipping out. He smiled arms up wearing a cheeky grin. He self-celebrated for a brief moment until he leeched forward. He began to cough holding onto his throat. You chuckled walking before you holding your sword in your hand as it dragged across the ballroom floor. Creating a terrible screeching sound. “The spell only works if I Desire, Trust, and Do Not Fear you,” you said bringing your sword into the air.

“I no longer love or trust you,” you said.

“What…about fear?” He asked through coughs. His face began to turn even more pale and wrinkly. He began to turn into an extremely old man. “I was never afraid of you,” you said yielding your sword into the air. You watched as he ate decades going by. He was transforming back into a human. He didn’t gain any of your powers and lost his. “From a selfish prince,” you said. “To a dead man,” you brought the sword down stabbing in right through the head. He laid limp on your sword eyes opened. You pulled the sword out watching as his body fell to the side blood pouring into the marble white and golden ground.

You turned to the guards behind you who ran away. All you did was smirk, turning back to Jaehyun. He had a smile on his face as he walked to you. “You have helped me yet again,” he said. “I’ve wanted to eliminate my brother for decades. Now that he is gone I only have to worry about you,” he walked to the guard's head placing his foot on top of it. “And being that you killed my best guard,” he kicked the head away watching it roll into the distance.

“I will have to try extra hard to kill you. Too bad Yuta isn’t here to see it,” he commented sighing as he turned to the golden cup. He beckoned one of the guards to come forward. She quickly went to him. He removed her sword from her sling taking it in his hands. “Why because he wants me dead too?” You asked as he sent the guard away.

Jaehyun shook his head removing a hand from his pocket. “Nope. Because he’s in love with you and I would have loved to see his face when you died,” he said eyes turning black. He ran towards you sword in his hand. You dropped the shack removing the whip from around your waist as you ran towards him.

This was it. The final battle between you and Jaehyun. Your swords banged together creating a slinging sound. Black eyes looked into your purple iris. “Do you think you can kill me?” He mocked a smile on his face. He didn’t even break a sweat. Starring into your eyes he held the sword pushing it and angling it closer to your face. His blade now inches away from you slowly cutting the surface of your skin. You gritted your teeth finding the strength to slowly push him back. You held your ground boots scraping against the marble ground. You forcefully moved your body lunging yourself at him causing his sword to swing out of his hand.

“I know I can kill you. I could kill right now if I wanted to,” you said walking towards him as he backed away where his sword lay. He swiftly picked it up from the ground holding it in front of him. “I just need you to feel every ounce of pain that my sword will cause,” you said darting your sword at him.

Swords clash together as you whip his body. He groaned in pain repeatedly as your whip burned his skin. “I hid the whip perfectly there's no way you could have found it!” He said sword meeting yours. You didn’t reply just kept on fighting. The next time your whip flew Jaehyun grabbed it. He yelled in pain as the whip burned his skin. The whip is made by the power of light from the sun. It burned his hands melting the skin. He threw the whip away leaving your left hand empty. You brushed it off. You wouldn’t need it.

Swinging your sword again your blade sliced a fine line across his stomach. It wasn’t enough to kill him but it did slow him down. His hand touched the blood that spilled from his body. He looked down seeing the red stain on his shirt and hand. He knew you were able to kill him. Your powers had only just woken still fresh and new. He couldn’t even drink your blood. He knew the minute you showed up at his study beyond the maze. There was no possible way you could have found him as a human. Even if you had help the maze would have absorbed you.

He knew he stood no chance even as a vampire. Still with the powers of a vampire, he could quickly move out of your way. He made his way around the room in the blink of an eye. He would have to use his other abilities if he wanted to survive. You were stronger than he ever imagined. Your eyes followed being able to track him down as he quickly moved from around the room. Once the movement stopped you looked around unable to see him.

Your body was slammed to the ground strong arms wrapping around your neck. Jaehyun had thrown himself from the second floor to you slamming you harshly causing the back of your head to bleed. You quickly healed your head as quickly as you wrapped your hands around his neck lifting him off the ground. His eyes widened, you underneath him soon spinning around so that you were on top. He put his hands over yours trying to pry them away. You looked for your sword seeing it on the ground where you lay. In your short moment of weakness Jaehyun feeling the grip loosen took this as the opportunity to throw you off.

He threw you to the ground and you landed right threw your sword. Impaled you had fallen on your sword. You choke coughing up blood. It spilled down your shirt and onto your skin. Jaehyun chuckled feeling true justice was made tonight. He was victorious walking close to you to get a better look. Just as he went to speak the door opened and closed. Yuta came running in after hearing of the death of his brother. He felt his heart drop at the sight before him. Running over to see Jaehyun standing above you as you barely touched the ground sword through your body. He looked down seeing the whip he almost tripped on.

“Brother, what have you done?” He asked Jaehyun who just turned around wiping his hands and mouth of any blood. “She is poisonous. She tried to kill me and she killed your brother,” he said pointing to Doyoung on the ground. Yuta went towards Doyoung who was now an old dead man sliced in half. His remains are still on the ground pooling in blood. Yuta bent down fingertips touching his blood. “I don’t understand. I thought she wants meant to heal us not hurt us?” He said tears forming in his eyes. Jaehyun sighed coming behind his brother and touching his shoulder. He rose his hand behind Yuta not knowing what was to come.

Jaehyun brought his hand down but stopped at your grunt. You had woken up, back from the dead. You looked around the room seeing Yuta by the deceased Doyoung. You looked behind him to see Jaehyun holding a dagger to his side. Yuta turned at the very sound of your voice. He came to your side moving any blood or hair on your face. “Did you kill him?” He asked searching your face for any sort of any signs you weren’t okay. You nodded hand touching his. “Did he try to kill you?” He asked lip quivering. You nodded feeling your tears form. Yuta took a good look at your face. Your face morphed with the demons yet he could still make out the parts that were you.

Your eyes, lips, nose, and body. He knew even if your face was mixed with the demon that lived inside you that you were in there. He hated his brothers for the damage they’ve caused you. If he could he’d take your pain and live it himself. He’d endure everything just to make sure you’d never have to go through any of this.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized not knowing what else to say. The words slipped from his tongue. He shook his head tears falling as he cursed at himself. “I am so so sorry for what I have done. I should have known of their lies. I should have seen the truth. If I knew I would have protected you. Kept you away and forbade them from ever finding you. I wouldn’t have invited you to the ball. I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you and I most definitely wouldn’t have watched you through your window,” he confessed hand over yours. “It’s alright,” you began looking into his eyes.

His head lifted shameful eyes meeting yours. You watched from behind as Jaehyun crept closer dagger in his hand. “Yuta,” you called. “Yes,” He replied. “Leave,” you said. He raised a brow. “What? No,” he said shaking his head. You’d tatted to pull yourself up from your sword. “I’m not asking I’m…” you groaned loud as you pulled yourself up from your sword. You felt a sharp pain shoot through your body. Your spine felt like it was breaking like the rest of your bones. Putting all your force you pushed your feet from the ground pulling your body upwards. Hands holding onto the sword become blood from the sharpness.

“I’m telling,” you said sternly. Yuta stuttered not turning his head. You pulled yourself off the sword stumbling forward. You took not a moment to rest. Seeing Jaehyun come fast with the dagger you pushed Yuta out of the way sending him flying across the ballroom. One of your hands held over the stomach and the other holding Jaehyun’s dagger. He looked down at you with wide eyes. You pushed him back sending him to the ground farther from where you stood. A crack formed underneath him from how hard you shoved him. As you walked you healed yourself regaining your strength. You picked your sword up off the ground throwing his dagger elsewhere. You can wound him with his weapon or kill him with yours. You knew exactly what you had to do.

As you walked to him you saw from the large windows behind the stage the skies change. The clouds came together blocking the blue skies and the early morning sun. Replacing the blue with a grey. Heavy rain began to fall patting onto the window. Lightening struck and thunder crashed mixing to create loud banging sounds enough to scare a child. Jaehyun coughed from where he lay. Reaching up to hold his head. When he removed his hand he looked down at the blood on his fingertips.

Your sword made the sling sound. He looked up at you becoming eye level with your blade. The ballroom became darker the power going out. The only source of light came from the large windows. When the lightning struck you gripped your sword tighter in front of Jaehyun eyes glowing purple. When lightning struck again he was gone. You turned looking for him trying to sniff him out. You easily found him near Yuta’s body. Making your way over his back turned to you, you pulled him by the back of his shirt dragging him across the floor. You threw him to the other side watching as he smacked into a pillar. He got up dusting himself off. “You will not be the reason I die,” he said as the two of your circled each other. “I have waited so long for this moment!” He shouted over the rain. “Decades and decades of waiting for you to arrive so that I could kill you and take was is rightfully mine. You do not deserve the power you hold, I do! My whole life people told me how to live. Controlled my every move,” he eyed Yuta’s limp body. He looked back at you. You tightly held your sword in front of you circling him. He held out his dagger. “My whole life will not be wasted by you,” he said lips forming a tight line.

“Seems like you’ve already wasted it waiting for me,” you said drawing your whip. Jaehyun’s feet lifted off the ground red power forming in his hands. He may have been a vampire but at the end of the day he was a sorcerer and that came with its one plus. His eyes were black and his hands waved around the red magic in his hands. “I have wasted nothing,” he said indignantly. “This ends today,” he said taking the power from both hands and forming them into one ball. He threw the magic ball at you but you quickly dodged it. Rolling on your side you swiftly brought yourself back up. He threw more balls at you but dodged them all. Yuta’s eyes slowly opened seeing the battle that took place in front of him. He lay slumped on the wall watching you destroy his brother.

“This only ends when one of us is dead!” You shouted back mover-nerving past his magic. There was no way you were gonna be able to get him. Even if you could lift yourself into the air you could only float, not fly like he could. The magic he threw at you would be too much to dodge in the air as well. You tried to think of a plan as you dodged more of his magic.

You grabbed your whip. You ran building up enough speed to leap high in the air. Throwing your whip tightly wrapped around his ankles throwing him into the ground. You landed back down on your feet took your sword and ran to him. Jaehyun picked up the sword next to Thin standing up to fight you. Your swords clinked together. Thunder and lightning continued to mix adding to the scene.

You didn’t even break a sweat. You could feel the weak he was becoming. You were draining his energy dry. You continued fighting with all your might. He fought back as hard as he could but you couldn’t stop. Not only was he trying to kill you but you couldn’t shake the feeling of how cruel he had been. He lied to you. You’d much rather the first night he met you tried to kill you at least then his intentions would have been honest. But instead, he and his brother played you for a fool. You recalled all the moments you shared. All of the memories are a bunch of lies. The first time you met. The first time he told you he loved you.

The times they stepped watching you were to study you. To make sure the timing would be perfect for their plan. That’s probably why you would only see one or two at a time. Yuta was completely oblivious to his brother's plans to execute you. All your added emotions mixed into one great one. You didn’t hold back anymore. Everything erupts out of you like a volcano. You couldn’t stop your hands from swinging for sword around. You couldn’t stop the screams that left your mouth, frustrated cries leaving your lips. You couldn’t feel any remorse for Doyoung or Jaehyun. All you could picture in your head was leaving this place knowing he could no longer hurt a soul.

Jaehyun had slightly lost his footing as he became more and more tired. He took this as the opportunity to wrap the purple whip around his foot tying him to the ground. He yelled feeling the burn around his ankle. He dropped his sword falling to his knees. His hands tried to attend to his ankle but failed. He couldn’t lift your whip even if he tried. The weapon holding him down like an Iron Maiden in an ocean. You walked towards him sword dragging on the floor. You picked it up running to him lifting the sword above his head. He looked up at you a smirk on his face.

“So this is it?” He asked. “I’m finally gonna die,” he commented. Your sword slowly fell. “You want to die?” You asked with a demonic tone. He closed his eyes chuckling listening to the sound of the rain. He nodded his head. “If I can’t live in control then I’d rather die,” he confessed. This might have been the only truthful thing he’s ever told you.

His face was all beat up. Your right eye is swollen from your punches and your nose is busted. His lip bleeds and cuts down the middle. Ruff patches and blood all over his clothes and face. His arms and fingers were bruised while you remained perfect. Instantly healing any chance he laid a hand or blade on you. You wish your heart could heal as fast as your body.

You couldn’t kill him. It’s what he wanted. You couldn’t give him what he wanted after everything he has taken from you. It’s like setting a prisoner free. Jaehyun opened his eyes seeing your sword no longer in the air. You yanked him by his dollar lifting his upper body from the ground. Your brother your face close to yours, his arms dangling on the side.

“I will not kill you. But I will make sure you rot for the rest of your days. I will make sure you will never see the moon again. You will die but not by my sword, my sword would do no Justice. My sword will have wasted itself on you. Instead, you will live in pain and torture for the rest of your miserable life,” you said stepping away from his face. Your whip that was tied around his ankle dragged him across the ballroom floor. As you made your exit a bunch of guards came running in, in his defense.

But when they saw you were in control they stopped. Jaehyun looked at them motioning to kill you.

“I order you to kill her!” He shouted groaning out in pain again at the burning feeling he felt. The whip melted his pale skin. The guards unsure didn’t move. Looking between you and him. You cleared your throat. “You now do as I say,” You said as you walked over to them handing one the whip. She hadn’t felt anything since she wore strong metal gloves. She looked down at the whip then you. “I know he’s mistreated all of you,” you said nodding your head understanding them. They nodded as well, all of them looking at you.

“So many you should have your fun with him,” you said smirking. The girls looked at one another and then back at you. They nodded their head bowing to you thanking you for your freedom. You removed the whip from Jaehyun’s leg. He tried to crawl away aiming for a nearby rift gate. The guards caught him. He screamed and hollowed as they dragged him away into the darkness of the long hallway, all the way to the cellar and past the catacombs soon reaching beyond the Blood Maze.

You turned to see some guards near Yuta. You walked over to them ushering them all away. They bowed running off elsewhere. You reached down to Yuta. He slowly opened his eyes squinting as the rain ended and the clouds moved to expose the sun. You moved him from the large window bringing him outside the ballroom. “Are you okay?” He asked you. You chuckled feeling a tear form. “Me? Are you? I threw you pretty hard,” you said chuckling. Yuta coughed sitting up on the wall. He shrugged dusting himself off and groaning as you helped him up.

“I deserved it,” he said standing in front of you. You nodded, “Yes you did,” you both looked into each other's eyes.

“Y/n!” You heard Wendy's short walk through the door on the right. The girls and the guy followed behind her with wide smiles. “You killed Doyoung and technically Jaehyun spilled blood so you did it!” Wendy said embracing you in a hug. You released from the hug. “So I didn’t have to kill him?” You asked. Seulgi shook her head walking forward. “Not necessarily. If they bleed it shows their weakness. But killing then stops them from hunting you down or killing anyone else,” she said with a light shrug. She couldn’t help but hug you, none of the girls could.

“That only leaves you,” Joy said to Yuta. Yuta looked up. He had kind of moved away unsure of how to act in front of everyone. Just hours ago they were following his orders. You motioned your hand for him to come forward. He slowly did walking to stand beside you. He cleared his throat scratching the back of his head. He bowed before all of them. “I’m sorry. If I knew of my brother's malignant plan I would have never stood by their sides,” he said sincerely. “I’m curious. How much about us do you know?” Wendy asked crossing her arms over her chest. Yeri stood forward. “Yeah, how much did they tell you?” She asked. He lightly shrugged.

jumped back a little but wrapped your arms around her. “Thank you so much,” she thanked sweeping you tightly. You patted her back soon relaxing into her embrace. “You're welcome,” you replied.

Eventually, it was time for the girls to leave back to their coven. You offered to buy the manor from Yuta since he was selling it. His time there was done and he was ready for a new life. A life worth living he told you. The girls refused but thank you. They just didn’t want to spend another more time in that house. You completely understood them and didn’t push them any further.

However, Mark offered to buy the manor from Yuta. He would fix it up and change it. He had big plans for his new life. He offered to let you and Yuta stay but you said no. Your life now was just beginning. You walked down the manor steps alongside Yuta. As you walked down you notice the gate opened and saw Jeno running through. Out of breath and patting his hands fell on his knees. He squinted seeing you. Eyes widened he ran towards you, Yuta defense stood in front of you. You smiled but gently pushed him to the side letting him know you were okay.

“Y/n!” He said patting. He fanned his head from the heat. “I here to warn you about….about…” he looked over at Yuta eyes widened again. “Him!” He shouted pointing at Yuta. You both chuckled and Jeno’s face changed from scared to confused. “Jeno I am perfectly fine but thank you for your concerns,” you said walking past him Yuta following. Jeno followed behind walking towards you.

“But…but he’s a-“

“I don’t care. He hasn’t tried to hurt me alright? Where did you even hear that?” You asked genuinely curious. “I saw one of them attack someone outside the bar the other night. I needed to know you were safe,” he said eye meeting yours. You smiled nodding your head. You pulled him into a hug. He was surprised didn’t hug you back until he looked away from Yuta. “Thank you Jeno for trying to save me,” you said into his neck. He nodded smiling feeling like a hero. “I needed to know you were okay,” he confessed. He sighed into your neck. "And I'm sorry,"

You pulled away breaking the hug. "It's alright," you said. You patted his shoulder and walked away from him. You walked to Yuta’s car watching guards fill it with his stuff. “What now?” Yuta asked you pushing his sunglasses up and holding his umbrella over his head. You put a pair of sunglasses on too walking to his car. The guards closed his truck as you sat in the passenger seat, and Yuta sat in the driver.

“Well, I heard a lot is going on in New York. A lot of monsters have infested the area. Should we check it out?” You asked putting on your seatbelt. Yuta nodded starting the car. “I think it’s for the best,” he said leaning forward capturing your lips with his. The kiss was sweet and gentle. You smiled against his lips pulling him closer. He pulled away lips hovering over yours. “Maybe we should stop by your house real quick. Your bed is fixed right?” He asked. You nodded kissing him again.

Yuta started the car again after some time passed. You both loaded your things inside his car including Lucy who jumped into the back seat relaxing on the chair. You smiled turning back and seeing your feline friend curl up into the car. You took one last look at the chateau as well.

Yuta began to drive off. That part of your life was over and it was time to start a new life with your new powers. Yuta would be there to help you of course, especially with controlling the added vampire powers.

Before he continued his journey he reached across and kissed you. You kissed back smiling into the kiss. “I love you,” he said against your lips. You kissed him back hands touching his face. “I love you,” you said back. You sat back in your seat adjusting your seatbelt. Yuta lit up his cigarette. You plucked the thing from his lips throwing it outside. He gawked as you he watched you throw it out the window. You higher the window back up. Yuta huffed, “I told you before I can’t die from smoking,” he said. You shook your head. “I know it just makes your breath smell weird,” you commented and he promise to never smoke again so that he could kiss you. "Your my favorite, you know that?" Yuta said against your lips. You nodded biting your bottom lip. You released it from your teeth facing the road before you. “Now let’s go kill some fucking monsters,”

Fin.

I hope you enjoyed the final part of my favorites series. It was honestly so much fun making this series. Truly I enjoyed writing into the night about Vampires and magic lol. It’s a story I always thought about writing but never did because I thought it was to long or that no one would read it but you guys proved me wrong! Lol.

Thank you so much for reading it truly means a lot. Please don’t be shy to check out some of my other work while your here. I’m always posting new stories whether their long or short. And yea it’s 2:24am and I just finished this final chapter.

Thanks again for reading and I’ll see you in the next story! Bye!