#yandere lenore

[lenore-the-yan]

I really want you to be mine and only mine. I wish I could take away all the bad people in your life. I want to be the only one you like.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Hnnnggg ive got scruffy/feral werewolf on the brain still, so how about scruffy/feral werewolf reader with our new vampire couple 👀

Went with more of a traditional werewolf here to match Darcy and Lenore being more traditional vampires— unwilling, painful transformations ruled by the moon that turn you into a bloodthirsty beast.

CW: infantilization, dehumanization, violence, death, psychological sadism towards Darling, degradation

They think it’s utterly charming and adorable, even if you’re a violent type of werewolf who loses all self-control when the moon is full. They’re strong enough to handle you, although you have a chance of mildly injuring them with your bites. They are incapable of being normal about you being a werewolf in any way, though.

Darcy insists on calling you his puppy, and insisting you’re the cutest, sweetest little puppy on the face of the whole planet (again, even if you’re a hulking murder-machine of a werewolf and not like, a “cute humanoid who has ears and a tail sometimes”). He likes playing fetch with you, petting you, cuddling you when you’re in wolf form. If you want to be difficult and try to bite him all the time, Darcy does have some hypnotic abilities that will work on you— perhaps even more effectively than they work on regular humans. He’s probably the type to put you in little cutesy doggy sweaters and shit too.

Lenore likes to tease you and make fun of you. With her, you’re less likely to be called cute things like “puppy,” than you are to simply be called “dog,” or “dirty mutt,” if you’re particularly stinky or have pissed her off in some way. She does so enjoy pissing you off, especially in werewolf form, probably chaining you to a tree and taunting you while you try to escape and maul her. Other times, she likes to set you loose around some humans to see if you’ll kill and eat them, too. She takes great joy in the bloodshed, and it gives her a little extra amusement if you’re horrified over what you’ve done when you return to your human state. And you’re so tired when the transformation wears off, you can’t fight off Lenore’s insistence on holding you and “comforting” you. Probably also throws you the leftover bones and meat from her own meals to eat.

[lenore-the-yan]

Yes please

Reblog if u want anonymous dms and asks ;)

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere's who I think are likely to use blood in food they make you

Characters in Jujutsu Kaisen-

Choso

Suguru Geto

Satoru Gojo

Kenjaku

Sukuna

Megumi

Yuuta

Characters in Obey Me-

Lucifer

Satan

Belphegor

Barbatos

Solomon

Characters in Black Butler-

Sebastian

Undertaker

Snake

Claude

William T. Spears

Characters in Castlevania-

Dracula

Alucard

Carmilla

Hector

Lenore

Characters in BNHA/MHA-

Shigaraki

Dabi (Touya)

Aizawa

All Might

Hawks

(I was bored lol -Mommabean)

[lyranix1201]

I give you a video game, depending on your favourite Nevermore(webcomic) characters:

(and im not explaining why i chose the game with that character......... unlessssssss you ask me nicely 😊. If you don't know or recognise a game, i will gladly give you a quick summary of it and the reasoning behind, why i choose that game specifically for that character. I will answer all of that, if you just ask, so don't be shy🥰)

Lenore: house, the child, life is strange ( the entire series), Alice madness return (and the other alice games from that same franchise), the last of us (the inteir series), Mad father, Little misfortune, Genshin impact, slay the princess, omori, Fran bow and IB.

Annabelle Lee: the child, Doki doki literature club, Mad father, Yandere simulator (I dislike yandeve, actualy I hate him), life is strange (not the entire series, mostly 1° game and the "before the storm"), slay the prince's and IB.

Theo: IB, Omori, life is strange (2° and 3° game), Genshin impact and Undertale.

Duke: Sally face, Cuphead, Detroit become human, Undertale,Minecraft story mode, IB

Eulalie: Ms. Hoppe playhouse, The witches house, Little nightmare, Fran bow, poppy play time.

Berenice: Amanda the adventures, The waking death ( the entire series) (the one with Lee, AJ and Cementine), Bendy and the ink machine.

Pluto: Tailtell, Deltarune, Minecraft story mode, FNAF( the entire series)

Monty: Kindergarten ( 1°, 2° game and the 3°one that comes out soon, but i don't remember when it does.), Among to sleep, choo choo Charles, cult of the lams, Mother, sally face.

Morella: Little misfortune, Cooking companions, cooking mama, Undertale, Miitopia, tomodachi life and Animal crossing.

Ada: the sims, Yandere simulator, Doki doki literature club,

Will: Duck season, that's not my neighbour, Hello neighbour.

Prospero: Stanley parable, Paper please, 60 seconds, Phoenix Wright ace attorney (entire series)

Merry, Mourn, dolly and puppet: Kindergarten and Baldi's basic education (I don't make the rules 🤡. also i love the teacher in nevermore, they are such unique characters.)

(Also did you guys know, that there is going to be a new game of life is strange that follows an older version of max, and not only that it will Release on October 29 of this year. I found out today and I'm so happy. 😊 ).

[lenore-the-yan]

Please feel free!!

Where the fuck are my anons

[bee-nutauthor]

On my last poll, y'all voted for Yandere Annabel

So....here she is...in all her unhinged glory

Feel free to yell at me in the comments

Annabel has royally messed up by trying to get rid of Duke. She can't stand the idea of losing Lenore over this. Willing to give Lenore anything to keep her by her side, Annabel embarks on her most wicked game ever.

aka the fic where annabel kills all ur favs until she's ur only fav

[lenore-the-yan]

I want someone to makes me feel safe. That one person that feels like home. That one being that makes you forget all the bad and the thoughts go away.

[the-banana-0verlord]

The yanderes of Nevermore

Notes: Gn reader, yandere themes, etc. You can choose to see some sort of contuinity between the paragraphs or not. also GO READ NEVERMORE IT’S AWESOME AND ON WEBTOON.

***

There were times when you made Lenore saner and others where you drived her crazy. But it all broke down on the day she kidnapped you, taking you away from your arranged marriage until lightning struck twice and killed you both.

Annabel Lee was absolutely whipped with you. She learned the news of your death the day of her unhappy wedding, as the knife of her fiancé struck through her heart. But now that she found you again, she’ll use all of her power to make sure you’ll stay by her side.

It was common knowledge that Morella had nothing else than good intentions. It was those intentions that drove away all of the people she considered a “bad influence”, even if they were your friends. You were left isolated, turning to her and only her for support.

Duke was a trickster: one second he was there, the next he was nowhere to be seen. You were also a troublemaker, a quality not unseen by him. Using nothing but his wits, he tricked you into more trouble than you thought, with only him able to be your knight in shining armor against the Dean’s wrath.

Pluto worshipped the very ground you walked on and celebrated every breath you took. Everywhere you went, he was there, following you like a shadow. He hated everyone you talked with as they were not worthy of your smile and your kindness. He would make sure they’d disappear.

Berenice was not one to hide her affections, and god forbid a man would even look at you in the wrong way. But it was no use to try and get away: everytime you manifested your uncertainty, she would still smile, but her claws would dug deep into your arm as a warning.

Eulalie was strange, to say the least, but you gained quite a liking to her as she stuck around. To this day, you still have no idea of the horrors she has done to keep her for herself thanks to her seemingly harmless nature.

Dignity was a bizarre concept to Ada, as she would throw away every last shred of her own to satisfy you. For you, it was privacy you lacked: no matter how many times you tried to avoid her, she would pop up beside you like an unwanted weed.

Prospero may be cold, but he is also entitled. As your fiancé in your past life, he believes you belong to him. He doesn’t hesitate to punish you harshly if you fail the duties he assigns you to be what he calls a “good partner”.

Montresor was anything but a good man: selfish, greedy, cruel and a hypocrite. While he was busy sleeping around as he pleased, you were forbidden of showing even the slightest glimpse of your neck to one of these peasants. You were his and his alone.

Do not underestimate Will. Like Pluto, he is similar to a lost puppy, sticking by anyone who is stronger and will “guide” him. His instinct is to serve, even if his last act of service would be to die in your name.

You don’t remember when or how you died, or how long it has been. All that mathered is that you woke up in Merry and Mourn’s arms as their new little doll, a plaything to use until bore.

***

Have a good day/night!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Lenore and Darcy…….. brain rot is rotting again. Love the evil, evil vampire wife keeping you as a blood bag/source of entertainment (she torments you mentally for her own amusement). Holding out hope that her calm, quiet, unassuming, and seemingly compassionate husband may take pity on you and free you. After all, doesn’t she torment him too? Doesn’t he wish to escape her, too?

Having that hope utterly shredded as you come to realize that he’s not afraid of Lenore, he’s not under her control— he chooses to be with her. Loves her, and loves you— but he doesn’t love you enough to set you free. Or, as he’d say, he loves you too much to set you free.

Maybe some part of him likes seeing his wife play cat-and-mouse games with you. The slimy, conniving bastard, hiding behind that genteel façade…

[yanderes-for-everyone]

Title: Nevermore

Status: Ongoing

Summary:

There is nothing definitive about life after death, except the involuntary enrollment at the mysterious Nevermore Academy. Now Lenore and Annabel Lee must begin their curriculum to recover the memories of their tragic demise. Between the Dean's macabre demeanor and the tell-tale dangers of Final Exams, both girls must learn to rely on one another and their newly acquired ghost forms, or Spectres, to not only graduate from the academy… but to earn a second chance at life. (Webtoon)

My Feelings About It (Slight Spoilers):

This is one of my favorite manhwas on Webtoon's platform. Everything about is JUST SO DAMN GOOD. Annabel (the white haired woman) is a manipulative mastermind. She's playing 5d chess when everyone else is playing checkers. And she's determined to use her intelligence to save both herself and Lenore. We don't really get any jealous moments from Annabel (this makes sense when you consider that there is no other love interest in the comic, at least currently). She shows her obsessiveness and love for Lenore through her protection. It's made clear in the comic that she is willing to do anything (including facilitate other people's deaths) to make sure that they both remain safe.

I would label Annabel as a soft yandere, but despite that I still find Lenore and her relationship so intoxicating. Everything about it is so hot (I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THEIR CHARACTER DESIGNS!!!!!). Plus I'm not just here for the romance. The plot is so fucking interesting. And I personally really like the art.

If you like toxic yuri and interesting plots, you'll love this.

Yandere Rating: 6/10*

Overall Rating: 9/10

*Meaning the ml’s yandere intenseness

[likeastars]

Yandere!AU and Ada's no good, very bad day.

For @incorrect-nevermore that told me that otherwise she would take the band!AU in the divorce >:(

Warning: this gets fucked up. Pretty bloody and horny because they are my blorbos and they have every disease 💝💖💕💕💗💝💖💘

~~~

Annabel has an horrendous bite etched onto the skin.

That's not the first thing she notices, obviously. That's reserved for Lenore, slouching on the other woman's shoulder, her face cut by a tiny grin and her brows a bit scrunched, as she whispers and giggles in her hear.

But then the bite becomes visible and. Wow. (It's a bad wow. It's a very bad wow and she feels sick)

She can see it from a distance, ugly and red, sprouting from Annabel's unbuttoned blouse and hastily thrown on jacket. There are still droplets of blood slowly making their way from her pulse point down her shoulder.

And Montresor knew it, and even if Montresor was the worst of the worst he knew it and he said it, that between them they had something absolutely and truly and incomparably

Fucked.

But Montresor has been gone for a long time now, and nobody knows how or where or why.

(Students say that if you go near the ex-magazine on the first floor you can still hear his screams. She thinks they should stop talking about it because otherwise Annabel will make them)

Ada tries to make peace with the situation as quickly as she can: she just has to make her way down the corridor, enter her room (good God she doesn't want to know the state her room is in) and act like she hasn't witnessed the most unholy thing in her life.

Then she locks eyes with Annabel.

And she feels like swearing for the second time that evening.

The blonde gets a bit of a crease on her forehead, but she leisurely makes her way towards her, like it's alright. Like it's normal.

She laughs with Lenore, and the dark-haired outcast throws a "hey Ada!" In her direction. Her tone is kind (she is always kind, even with cowards like her) but she looks... weird. She's still leaning heavily on Annabel and she feels like her hears are there only to capture her every word and every breath and her eyes to track and drink and worship every movement of her body.

She looks drunk.

Drunk on her.

"You're just the woman I wanted to see, love! I wanted to discuss a little... situation with you." Lenore snorts and Annabel stops breathing for a second just to bask in the sound.

Ew.

"Can't you wait until tomorrow?" A glare. "I-I know that if you sought me out you must have something important to discuss but..." she forces out a yawn as one last desperate attempt to just go to sleep and forget this nightmare of an evening. "I'm pretty tired and I'm afraid I wouldn't give it the attention it deserves." She cracks out an apologetic smile, for good measure.

The crease in Annabel's forehead is more evident now.

Ada is not keeping count of the swears anymore.

"Bu- but, obviously, what you have to say comes first!" It doesn't. It really doesn't and she has to bite down her lip to not let the tears spill.

Annabel, luckily, smiles. Ada hopes.

"Good!" She says, then she claps her hands like Ms. Poppet before she gives merits. "You see, my darling pet here," she pops a bit the p and Lenore nuzzles into her a bit more, "was telling me all about your recent attempts at... befriending her. She even mentioned a striking collaboration between the two of you in the "Mistery Manor" and..."

Her expression crumples.

"I don't like it."

Fuck fuck fuck FUCK they have sorrounded her. While spouting sugar coated words they have sorrounded her and she feels her breath become heavy heavy heavy and there is no

goddamned

way out of their grasp.

She dies tonight. Of that, she is sure.

(And has been sure of for a while).

"Calm down love!" Annabel's hand on her shoulder feels like poison seeping under her skin. Her smile is so fake she feels like puking.

"You see, my pet is really attached to her little group of friends." Annabel caresses Lenore's cheekbone as she talks, "and as much as that irritates me," she's fucking scratching it now and Ada feels herself go paler, because Lenore is loving it.

"I would do anything, anything, to keep my pet happy." They are looking in each other's eyes now.

Annabel takes a drop of blood from Lenore's cheek and looks at it like it's a treasure.

Then she licks. It. Off.

"So," she keeps going why does she keep going "say it."

It isn't an order. It's divine judgement.

Lenore talks for the first time in this insane conversation, asking: "are you my friend, Ada?"

And Ada thinks and thinks and thinks of Montresor's growls as he said to stay away from Lenore, of laughter, of Morella's worried eyes and of Annabel's freezing glare but she also doesn't.

This life, or death.

She begs, between the tears and the sobs, blurting out: "yes! Yes- sure, without doubt, I care for you so much Lenore I-"

BANG!

The bullet crushes her skull and bludgeons her brain and Ada falls on the floor cracking what was left of her head in a disgusting, apocalyptic, and final

CRUNCH.

It was the wrong answer.

Ada is no more.

The other orbs it the forest tell her what happened next, because they are eyes and they are ears and they are all.

They tell her that Annabel worriedly cupped Lenore's face, with tender hands still dirty of blood, and she asked: "but wasn't she one of your little playthings, Lenore?" And that Lenore threw her gun away and gently took those killer hands in hers, correcting her,  "Friends, my darling." then curing the thunder of anger the correction caused with a kiss on the sweet skin of her wrist. "I love my friends a lot, and you know that." A peck on the forearm, "I would die for them," on the shoulder, "kill for them." on the neck. "But for you, Annabel Lee,"

She nibbled on the soft soft skin of her ear. "I would burn the world down."

Annabel ended up backed against the wall of the corridor, her boots on Ada's cold fingers and her breath ragged.

Their mouths were so close they were burning while their eyes were already tasting what was to come, when Lenore whispered:

"She, was neither. She wasn't worth a single crinkle of your brows."

And Ada has been mocked many times, but that was maybe the one that cut the most.

They kissed, voraciously. Like animals, touching and biting and scratching, hands getting hungrier and hungrier, and bodies rowdy and loud in a tango of damning love.

Then the orbs, that were all, that saw all, that witnessed wild monsters and an even more monstrous academy, start shivering, and hesitating.

They tell her, in what feels like a whisper, that while the women were undressing, the spirits saw their backs, in that hall.

Haunted backs, they say.

They were full of red from cuts, and blue from bruises, and a sickly, rotten orange from badly healed burns. Words were scarred onto their skin, and they looked like wedding vows.

Then Lenore and Annabel retreated into her room, and the spirits refuse to tell her more.

[glimpsesofeuterpe]

felt obligated to list muses and their (known so far) alternates out now, oh no

The Cornelius(es)

Protagonist Cornelius, Classic Cornelius, Happy Cornelius, Space Pirate Cornelius (Neil), Composer Cornelius, Inspector Cornelius, Vampire Cornelius, Angel Cornelius (Corabael), Demon Cornelius (Corey), Inspector Cornelius, Archivist Cornelius, Winter Prince Cornelius, Librarian Cornelius, Lonely Cornelia, Alpha Cornelia (Emily), Beta Cornelius, Gamma Cornelius, Vampire Cornelia (Nelle), Russian Cornelius (Корнелий/Kornelij), British Victorian Cornelius (Dr Gratton), Gem Cornelius (Tiger Eye), Wizard Cornelius, Enthusiast Cornelius, Robot Cornelius, Skeleton Cornelius

The Deimos(es)

Antagonist Deimos, Narrator Deimos, Shadowy Deimos (Phos), Human Deimos (Damien), Demon Deimos (Demien), Mermaid Deimos, Captain Deimos (Captain Deimey Moss), Gem Deimos (Green Jadeite or Emerald), Cat Deimos (Demyaw), Princess Deimos, Farmer Deimos (Dahlia), Redhead Deimos, Wizard Deimos, Alternian Deimos, Mettaton Deimos extra: Arianna and Artemius, Deim's younger siblings extra extra: XJ10 aka Jade (Neil's assistant) extra extra extra: Deinelius (confusion au)

The Frankys

Grumpy: Strayed Franky, Dad Franky, Wizard Franky, Werewolf Franky, Gem Franky (Enstatite), Angel Franky (Frankiel), Female Franky (Franziska) Dorky: The Dork Maddison, Warlock Maddison (Adam), Captain Maddison, Cyborg Maddison, Pilot Maddison, Mechanic Maddison, Magic Maddison, Rick Maddison (Frederick) extra: Marcus Mayfair (employee 517) aka a beta-something-past version of Maddison extra extra: Ludolf Meier (Franky's Uncle) extra extra extra: Adam Smithson, which is clerly related to Franky(s), nuff said

Amelies:

Classic Amelie, Cyberpunk Amelie, Angel Amelie (Amaliel), Parable Amelie (Amber), Male Amelie (Albus), Possessed Amelie (Ambrose), Sinner/Demon Amelie

Sophies:

Fairy Sophie, Employee Sophie (006)

+ Cornelius' ex co-workers: Maria Mironova and Jack Waller

Narrators:

Bionic Narrator (Magnus), Bossy/Demon Narrator (Bernael), Narrator.exe, Beta Narrator (Norbert), Caelumirian Narrator (Augustin), Snapey Narrator, Gem Narrator (Brown Diamond?), Narrator Royce, MONIKA

Curators:

The Observer, Beta Curator (Norene), Angel Curator (Barrattiel), Human Curator (Beatrice), Curator.exe, Curator GLaDOS

Stanleys:

Stanley Freeman, Stanley von Sales, Thomas Stanley Porter, Severine Stanley, Stella Fiedler, Pastel Stanley, Stanley.exe, Gem Stanley (Gray Pearl) Not Stanleys:

Protagonist Chell, Ashley Davies (The Player)

Mariellas:

Classic Mariella, Dream Mariella (aka Doll aka Princess aka Melissa Noxire), Pastel Mariella, Not Mariella (Simona Petrikov), Mariella.exe, Gem Mariella (Peanut Pearl)

Employee 432 aka Settings Person aka Timekeeper aka Ceaseless Watcher:

Eric Nowak

Adventure Line (humanized-ish):

Ghost Adventure Line (Flavian), Gem Adventure Line (Yellow Spinel)

The Employee Lounge (humanized):

Lacey Fidelis, Lesley Fidelis

Ricks:

Narrator Rick, Dandere Rick, Detective Rick, Ava Rickinsocks, Bossy Rick, Hacker Rick

Mortys:

Protagonist Morty, Yandere Morticia, Nerdy Morticia, Captain Morty, Cursed Morty, Shadow Morty, Wizard Morty

OTHERS: Homestuck linked: Kostya Trollen, Nick Surname Presentable Liberty linked: Paul Viaton, Lenore (Eleanor) Farrell, Benjamin Smiley, Charlotte Addams, Barret Videll, Salvadore Marchetti, Morayne Johnson DST linked: Triumphant Wilson and a Willow (iguess?)

Wannabe big guys aka friends from the other side aka yet another aliens (divinedamnedgambles):

Endymion, Nelumbo, Nebula (aka Red and Blue), Mother Nature, Goodness (Agnes), Darkness (The Temptress), Inquisitiveness (aka Yellow aka Employee333), Lorelei, Oneiros, Helianthus (aka Deim's Grandpa), The Troubadour, Aurora

Men In White:

Elyon and Karael, Vega, Gadreel, Raziel, Seraphim

[brotherslayer]

I know it's probably been a long time since you've cared for VADD but I wanted to ask you what you think would happen in the scenario that Derrick not only developed incestuous feeling for Penelope but Reynold as well

So now Penelope and Reynold are both caught in the crossfire of his yandere obsessiveness

sure why not, let's throw Ivonne in the mix too while we are at it.

I imagine that Derrick is attracted to uhh...teens... of a very specific age range and as soon as they grow past that age, there’s no attraction any more, and he drops the one he has been having like a hot potato, and seeks a new victim. This would recontextualize why he deified Ivonne who died untainted, forever twelve, eternally young and beautiful. It would explain why he "fell madly in love" with the freshly orphaned og Penelope when his father had just adopted her. Why he was much more lenient with her childish tauntrums when she was younger but would punish her harshly for the slightest act of disobedience the closer she moved to reach the age of majority and why he ultimately killed her at the cusp of adulthood. Reynold might have been his first victim, or perhaps before him there had been Ivonne. The lost Lenore. The unfullfilled obsession. His Annabel Lee. He had wanted to make Ivonne his but never had the chance to possess her fully, because the church of Leila got to her first, stealing her away from him right under his nose. Therefore he takes the next best thing: their brother. It's easy to find traces of Ivonne in him. Pink haired, blue eyed, young, naive, emotional. They were siblings after all. Taking advantage of Reynold's grief and guilt, Derrick uses him to vent out his frustrations.

Penelope enters the duchy and Reynold hates her. His singular goal for the following years is to make Penelope's life hell and chase her out of the duchy. His animosity doesn't only stem from his anger that she is taking his sister's place, but also his fear that one day she will take his position as well. His life is already defined by Derrick's sexual abuse and he feels Derrick's interest slipping away. Reynold confuses Derrick's imitation of love with true care and fights to get it back, even if it means hurting someone that wants to love him earnestly, brotherly, the way his inner child wanted to be loved. The bullying could also be a subconscious method to protect Penelope from Derrick's predation. If Penelope seems like a gross brat that is hard to tame then Derrick would think she is not worth the trouble and leave her alone. Reynold would throw burdocks into Penelope's hair to force her to cut off her long hair, lock her up in the pigsty, push her into puddles or wrestle with her on the ground to get her clothes dirty.

Rather than tossing Reynold immediately aside for Penelope there'd be a transition period where both would be rivals competing for Derrick's attention. Derrick would turn his victims against one another. When one of their cruel games ends with Penelope's leg broken, Derrick buys Reynold a new sword, gloves, riding boots and a falcon. Driven by his fear of abandonment and jealousy Reynold lashes out at Penelope which suits Derrick right as it only tangles her more into his web of manipulations, which in turn would make Reynold more desperate to monopolize Derrick's "love" and more hostile towards Penelope.

I could imagine that at some point Reynold would assault Penelope (like forcibly kiss her, move his hands up her nightgown as he holds her wrists above her head with one hand and ask her if she still wants his love) with the intention to scare her and put an end to her annoying attempts to get closer to him or because he sincerely believes he's giving her what she wants cause he has this completely twisted image of an avaricious tempress in front of him and he'd rather she'd do these dirty things with him than if she were to seduce his elder brother or father and drove them into the ruin.

Everyone treats Derrick as the ideal gentleman and a role model young boys should strive to become one day, it's not surprising that Reynold would eventually begin to copy Derrick's behaviour, including his sexual deviances.

And then Penelope would break out in tears and Reynold would realize he's gone too far and he'd apologize ashamed of himself...or her experience with Derrick makes her instinctually respond far too eagerly to Reynold's touches that it's almost shocking...and ofc Derrick would catch them in the worst moment. He'd lose composure, slap them and call him/her (whoever he choses to blame) a whore, incestuous, degenerate and that'd he should call the police on them and have them locked up somewhere etc etc. which would become one of the many moments that build up to their realization how wrong this entire situation is.

After he had a time to reflect on that night, Derrick would comfort Reynold with sex and might encourage him to do something sexual to Penelope to make him an accomplice and secure his silence once he's older. He'd pretend he was only mad because he was left in the dark about Reynold's apparent feelings for Penelope (putting the suggestion in Reynold's head that he was bullying Penelope because he too must have harboured feelings for her) and he could understand his jealousy only too well. He'd continue his sexual relationship with Reynold even as his passion for him fades away with the years but when he is with Reynold he'd include Penelope in an attempt to recapture this old attraction. However when he's with Penelope he wouldn't want Reynold near. Once he has reached the point where he feels nothing for Reynold, he considers his proximity to their father too dangerous and the jealousy over having to share Penelope unbearable, he might come up with the plan to send Reynold off to a boarding school in another province and intercept his letters with the duke in case Reynold babbles. Derrick promises to write him and let him visit during the holidays, but his letters become increasingly few until Reynold is only send a letter once a semester that resembles a status report more than anything. The war spreads over in Eorka and it's decided that Reynold remains there during the holidays for his own safety. Reynold's loneliness and isolation put him in danger to experience a re-victimization. Feeling like damaged goods and yearning for the validation of older men, he becomes the target of a teacher or priest there. Nothing has changed in Reynold's life except for the face of his abuser.

If Derrick were to be found out by their father and send away, it wouldn't take long for Reynold and Penelope to rekindle their sexual relationship in secret with one another. They are the only ones who could understand each other's trauma and they haven't learned how to comfort each other in a way that is not sexual. Abuse has become a fixed component in their life that they cannot imagine living without.

[a-den-of-demons]

More Muses!

Allura (VLD)- Personality similar to canon; Secretly slutty

Height: 6'2"

Bust Size: D Cup

Kinks: Blowjobs, Size Queen, Monsterfucker; Submissive

Forms: Angel-blooded

Sir Integra (Hellsing)- Similar to canon; Very active in bed

Bust Size: C Cup

Kinks: Dominant, Into pegging, Loves sex toys

Forms: Human Hunter

Lenore (Castlevania)- Same personality as canon; Sultry and Seductive

Height: 5'3"

Bust Size: B Cup

Kinks: Riding, Sweet domination, Leaving marks; Soft Dominant

Cia (LoZ)- Similar to canon personlity; Very sultry and slutty

Height: 5'7"

Bust Size: E Cup

Kinks: Yandere, Bondage, Mindbreak (Others); Switch

Forms: Changling Mage

Female Jaune Arc; Alternately Jaune's twin sister Jeanne Arc (RWBY)- Naive, Friendly, Brave; Innocent sexually

Size: 5'10"

Bust Size: E Cup

Kinks: Sensitive Breasts, Spanking, Oral (Giving and recieving); Submissive

Forms: Human hunter

Raven (DC Comics)- Standoffish, controlled, protective of teammates; Needy, but not slutty

Height: 5'11"

Bust Size: D Cup

Kinks: Bondage, Light BDSM, Breeding; Submissive

Forms: Demon-blooded Human (Soul infected with demon magic)

Neopolitan (RWBY)- Teasing, Scheming and cunning; Open slut

Height: 4'10"

Bust Size: DD Cup

Kinks: Gangbangs, Rough sex, Egging on her partners; Aggressively submissive

Forms: Human Criminal, Demon

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)- Similar to canon; Not slutty til broken

Height: 5'4"

Bust Size: C Cup

Kinks: Missionary, Doggy, Degradation; Switch

Forms: Mage Hunter

Cornelia li Britannia (Code Geass)- Similar to canon; Knows what she wants in bed

Height: 5'11"

Bust Size: F Cup

Kinks: Reverse Cowgirl, Submissive men, Anal; Dominant

Forms: Angel-Blood Hunter

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Thranduil and Josie Part 75- Fuel

Summary: Raven bursts into flames and sends them shooting straight for hopeless Haldir. Marius hydrates the firebug. Raven spews foretelling threats. Jo and Haldir have a small heart to heart chat. The noble Marchwarden still carries a torch for her that nothing can extinguish. Josie updates Thranduil on the info she learned after the morning's gathering. Yandere Thranduil comes out to play. A sweet little sex capade takes place. The next morning comes. Haldir and Legolas enjoy the snow. Josie has more ominous dreams. One in particular has her begging Thranduil for them to leave asap. Garrett shows up still in a mood over the painting. He just couldn't stay away from the Queen. They have quite a long informative talk as he tries to help the disconcerted lady of light. Garrett departs a happy vamp.

Warning-*SMUT* with some accentuating dirty talk.

*Angst*

"This is for my father!!!" Raven screamed as she became a human flamethrower and sent jet fire fueling at Haldir.

Your shield was faster than a speeding bullet as it encased Haldir fully. He sheltered his face as the flames showered off of your impenetrable light.

You could see Marius as he stood behind her cooking up some magic of his own. Water........ fire's weakness.

"It is time for you to cool down nuisance!" With that said, he doused the water over her like a tidal wave.

Her red heat turned to cool blue as she desperately tried to fight the liquid enemy but her power was diminishing. Down she went to the floor on her hands and knees soaking wet with electrical sounds zapping off of her. All of her magic became water logged, literally.

Marius towered over her gloating with his dexterous win. "Some people fight fire with fire. I find water to be more efficient. In your case...salt water."

"Looks like the drowned rat got served her own rat poison." you snickered as you thought of her threat to Louie. "I warned you that if you ever tried to hurt Haldir, you would answer to me."

With the little energy she had, she weakly laughed and leered up at you.

"You did nothing but shield him! If Marius was not here, you would have weakened because you're weak! and your precious hero would be burnt toast as we speak." She turned to Haldir with a wicked grin. "Maybe you'll get the girl after all. Her own husband left her here to fend for herself which speaks volumes on how much he really loves her."

"Let's go. You know the rules for when you have your episodes!" Marius snapped and picked her up.

She tried to struggle away but had no strength. "You can lock me in the dungeons all you want but it will not change the inevitable. You're all in for one hell of a surprise. You my sister will soon know of true suffering and loss. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here for evermore." Raven cackled as Marius swept her away.

You then threw your arms around Haldir. "Please tell me you're alright! I did my best to protect you."

He smiled and squeezed you tight. "Yes. I am fine. I could feel the heat but it was tolerable. You saved me again...looks like you are one up on me now." he chuckled. You began to sob. "Hey. Jo." He kissed your head and made you look at him. "Talk to me."

"I have made such a mess of things. Raven was right. If Marius hadn't been here, you'd be dead right now. I can't even fathom the thought of that...and Thranduil...she was also right...he just left me here. And Garrett....what he must think of me now..."

"Ok first of all, did you forget about this?" He pulled out the emerald pendant from his tunic. "It would have obstructed the fire just as your shield did. It's of vampire origins remember? And what is one of the things deadliest to a vampire? Fire.... and Jo...I have to side with Thranduil here, I am sorry. What were you thinking having that painting done? Since when do you care as to what he thinks of you? And....I...I observed you earlier with him. Your little vampire waltz in the sky per se."

You let your arms fall from him. "Well then you didn't spy long enough. I almost fell down a large flight of stone stairs if you must know and he saved me from that. And...the painting...I don't think I owe you any explanation." you huffed.

"I kind of think you do. He left me for dead remember?? But you definitely owe Thranduil one."

You knew he was right but didn't want to argue. "Can you just walk me to my room please. I need to find him."

On the way, Haldir was unusually quiet. Something else was bothering him. "So...do you want to tell me what you were really doing with Raven since you're so curious about Garrett?" you said with a hint of sarcasm.

He stared at the floor as you both kept walking. "I guess it won't hurt to tell you now since she already tried to make good on a previous threat. She attempted to recruit me into conspiring against you and Garrett so she could have him to herself."

You peered up at him in confusion. "Why would she ask you? She hates you. I don't get......oh." You did get it. "She tried to make you think you and I could...."

"Jo, she knew about us...and I swear. I never complied. I would never do that to you. I flat out refused and she damn near choked me to death. I did not care about me but she threatened to hurt you if I said anything to anyone. Jo...her little sob story in the sitting room this morning, it was all an act. She admitted it and she gloated about it. She's a cold blooded killer Jo."

"Yeah...I'm beginning to see that." You took his hand and kept walking. "I know you would never have went along with her schemes. It's not who you are and I know you would never do anything to hurt me."

He glanced down at you. "I would die first. I told her that too."

You then stared at the floor too as you walked. You didn't have to say anything. He knew you felt the same way about him. Arriving at your door, you pulled him into another hug. "I am so sorry for everything Haldir. You have risked so much for me and still continue to do so. Please don't ever leave." Your grip on him tightened as you thought about Raven's oblique words of suffering and loss.

"You should know by now you are stuck with me." he grinned sweetly. "Glenn- hi. (Go now) Fix things with Thranduil." The pain in his eyes was agonizing to see as you lightly smiled, opened your door and watched him uprightly walk away.

Thranduil's scent lingered in the room but he was not there. You lit some candles and placed them around a large white fur rug in front of the fireplace, then sat down with the book you found in the library and waited for him. Garrett told you that you shouldn't tell anyone about it, but you knew you had to tell Thranduil. If Caroline was capable of killing one man you loved, then she was certainly capable of killing another. And Raven rendered her words as seemingly prophetic. Not to mention, she told you someone will die.

You never heard your stealthy husband come in but his delicious aroma alerted you to his presence. He gave you a cold glance and headed straight to the wine table.

You kept your gaze on the fire. "You left me there....unprotected..." you whispered with a sniffle.

Thranduil knocked back the drink and poured another. "Seems you had sufficient aid when I arrived." The yandere side of him rang loud and clear in his words.

"But not when you left..... She tried to kill Haldir....." you bluntly noted.

The sound of his chalice slamming down startled you. "Is...he...." Thranduil actually seemed genuinely worried which shocked you.

"He's fine. Thanks for asking." you piped and sniffled again as your nose was running from the tears you were harboring. "No thanks to me though. Raven tried to torch him. All I could do was shield him which worked but it wouldn't have lasted. So Marius saved him. Some kind of water magic and then he took her away. Haldir said the pendant would have shielded him too, so really, my power did nothing." You slammed the book on the floor and brought your knees to your chest, burying your head in them and began sobbing.

A refreshing lilac scent mixed with sweet grapes brushed over you as his soft hand laid upon your shoulder. "You are still acquiring all of your power. I know it is frustrating but it will all become efficacious when you are ready to fully embrace it. Something so compelling cannot be exacted."

You lifted your head and turned your drenched eyes to see Thranduil kneeling beside you as his sympathetic orbs wandered about your face. "Thranduil...my mother made me kill my father...." Your horrifying words sent you into a bawling mess. He quickly cradled you in his loving arms.

"My love....how do you know such a thing?"

"It's all there...in that evil black book." You pointed at the blank covered hardback laying at your feet. "I found it in the library. I was looking for Ashmole 782. Someone threw this book in the fire and Gar.....it wouldn't burn. I opened it directly to a spell that uses Belladonna and it triggered a suppressed memory."

"Deadly nightshade." Thranduil whispered. "Yesss. I know of it and it's many capabilities."

"An old woman claiming to be from our church brought what she said was red clover syrup to the house and said my father asked for some for his tea. Since he always drank it, I thought nothing of it. He slowly became sick over the next few years and doctor's diagnosed him with cancer. How could they not see it was poison???" you cried into his chest.

"The deadly liquid is full of trickery. Especially when black magic is combined with it. My sweet girl, you could not have known. Please do not blame yourself. Does Caroline know that you have remembered?"

"No...he...I decided she shouldn't know because who knows what she will do if I confront her. Look what she has already done. She's a live wire just like Raven. God Thranduil...Raven lied. It was all an act about how sorry she was for what she had done to those children. And she has it bad for Garrett. She brought that painting out on purpose because she's jealous of me. And....she made indirect threats when she left, saying I would suffer a loss like no other. She tried to make Haldir conspire against me to help her get Garrett and.... Thranduil...I'm scared! She's a monster just like our mo...her mother." you said with angst. If she is the reason your father died, you would no longer consider her your mom. You pretty much already didn't because of everything else. "And Lestat...he seems like another loose canon. He looks at me like I'm something to eat....god...bad analogy."

"Yes it would be best to keep this information between us until it can be proven, although it already seems to be. In fact it may be best to not confront her at all while we are here. When the storm settles, we will depart and never look back if that is what you desire."

"It is...I just want to go home...with you. I wish neither of us would have ever came here."

"Are you certain of that? You seem quite content with the company you have been keeping." Normally, you would have thought he was referring to Haldir, but it was Garrett.

"Thranduil...that wasn't planned. Garrett just happened to be there when I was headed to the library."

"But the painting was planned." he confidently stated.

"It was...yes..I...Thranduil, he took me out of the forest when the orcs were coming, and brought me here and he went back to help Haldir and your son so they could get here safely as well. I...I tripped earlier on the stairs and he saved me from severe injury to myself and our daughter. The painting, I was just trying to help him in return. I..."

"Do not sit before me and defend such filth. Do you think those minute things make up for what he has done? Do you think he did any of that for me? It was all for you which you are well aware of so I do not want to hear anymore of this."

"Minute?? That is nice to know you think of me or your child in such a way. And...you told me you should have let me turn. My god...did you mean that??"

"I think you know me well enough by now to know I speak only as I see it." His tone was bitter and spiteful. You were flabbergasted...and hurt.

"I...I suppose I deserved that."

Thranduil hated the fact that he felt bad. A conscience was something he did not possess. Until you. No one could ever have such power over him. No one could ever...has ever... made him feel things the way you have. The Elvenking also hated the fact that he spoke something he didn't mean when he said he did, because he always means what he says. Nothing more, nothing less. You and his child were not in the least minute to him, but indeed the most important and irreplaceable treasures in his life. His very reason to breathe, to even exist at all. Of course he did not wish you had become one of the dead. He would have lost you forever and Leann would not exist. Thranduil concluded he must heal the pain in your eyes that he inflicted. Little did he know that you were thinking the same thing about him in that moment.

"Jospehine I..."

"Thranduil I..."

You both simultaneously spoke the same words, then lightly laughed. He raised his hand to your face and softly wiped your tears from your cheeks with the back of his hand. First one side, then the next in one gentle slow stroke each. Oh this man knew what he was doing. Making you melt into a pile of mush with just one endearing gesture. One that was all his own and spoke of his feelings for you when he had no words or simply just could not speak at all. He slowly moved to sit behind you, then tilted your head back with his hand.

His hot candied breath grazed over your cheekbone. "Do you know the things I desire to do to you right now?" His words and the "fuck me" way he said it drove a shockwave right down your spine and into your walls making them quiver. He began placing intense passionate kisses over your jawline and stopped at your ear. "My entire being aches for you. One being a very prominent entity all of it's own." With that said, he arched his hips against your backside and gently grinded his inflexible arousal up and down your lower back in slow rocking movements. Your head remained back in his grasp as your mouth hung open exerting shallow pants to his very welcomed advances.

"Thranduil!" your mouth softly spoke in a deviously craving manner. The hand he held under your chin smoothly slid around your throat and his other slithered it's way under your dress and up your thigh, coming to a stop at your inflamed clit. "Ahhhhhhh!" you squealed and stiffened as two of his fingertips teased and tormented your protruding sensitive bud. Instinctively, your hips began slightly rocking against his fondling fingers. Down they slid without warning into your entrance as you both groaned at the ease of entry.

"Show my fingers what you want." he moaned as they were knuckle deep inside you and his thumb remained upon your clit caressing it in fast circles. Your core reacted urgently and you brought 2 of your fingers atop his and pushed them all inside of you at full sheath. Thranduil certainly did not expect that as his heavy gasp tattled on him. You took control and guided his and your fingers in and out of you in a steady invigorating rhythm. Spasms kept waving through you as you forced his fingers to curl on each withdraw. You were doing exactly as he requested and he was intoxicated by it. "Tell me...do you think my cock would feel better?"

Oh god...you almost released. Scratch that. Here it came..."Thran...Thrand..Thranduil!!!" You thrusted yours and his fingers vigorously inside of you, then pushed them all the way in and stopped moving as you screeched and jerked in one intense orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhh ahhh feel me my King." Feeling yourself pulsate against both of your fingers was mind blowingly kinky and sexy. The last time you ever got yourself off was in Rivendell when your King had his impaired memory and it had felt so fucking good, you had to bite your own hand so no one would hear you.

The sound that crawled out of his throat was a cross between a vulnerable whimper and a lion's growl. He removed his fingers and nibbled your earlobe. "Do not move." He stood up and removed all of his clothing. You knew this as you saw pieces of them flying across the room as you glanced to the side. He then knelt down behind you and clutched the end of your dress. "Lift up." You picked yourself up onto your knees and he whisked the dress right up and over your head, then flung it through the air. "Stay still." He took one step forward on his knees and rested his firm body flat against your backside with his flaming solid heat slipping between your inner thighs. His palms creeped up your stomach to your breasts and encased them with his fingers sprawled out like spider legs, then he made small nibbles from the nape of your neck up to your ear. "Do you feel that?" His whispering words taunted. Heavy twitches rode through your thighs and tickled your clit from his lengthy stout limb that you could see peering far out beneath you as you looked down.

"Y..y..yess. Very much." you stuttered as your hand fit perfectly around his peeking member.

He jerked at your grip and quickly"T slid his staff back to where his head poked at your entrance. "Do you want my cock?"

"Mmmm hmmm. P...Please." You brought your hands behind you and ran them up his muscular thighs causing him to thrust only the tip inside of you. He groaned and laid his face on your shoulders as he now gripped your hips.

"Do you want some, or do you want all? My cock begs for all. Will you deny him of his desires?"

"Never. I want all. Please...Thranduil....I...."

"You what?" One of his hands glided up your side and found your dangling hair. He gave it a sturdy tug which pulled your head back. His lips hovered next to yours. "I can't hear you. You will need to tell me so I can instruct him. Would a fast hard fucking do the trick? Or maybe a slow soft fucking would be more enticing?"

"God Thranduil just fuck me. Please...." You could feel him grin from ear to ear at your dirty command.

"Yes my Queen. As you wish." The palm of his hand rode up your back and halted between your shoulder blades, then he swiftly pushed you forward onto your hands and spread your legs with his knees. You were panting with anticipation of his penetration. He placed the head of his throbbing cock inside you, then brought his hands to your hips and squeezed. With a firm yank, he thrusted inside of you. Your drenched walls took him in fully as you yelped in delectation. Uncontrollably, he dropped onto your back unleashing an aching long grunt. He teased a few pumps and then pulled his saturated cock free which is what he intended. "Now watch." You maneuvered your body enough to see him but stayed in position. His fingers wrapped around his massive girth and he began stroking his slippery rod. Slow and steady he paced with his eyes on you and mouth slightly open. Faster and faster he pummeled and you could hear the slickness of the beating he was administering upon himself. The head of his cock was becoming an angry red as he panted heavily and then he thrusted his hand down to his base and intensely released. Moan after moan went in sync with the multiple shots of his warm cream up your back.

He took your dress from the floor and wiped your back off. You found this comical as maybe it was a shun at the sex sniffing Lestat since the clothing all belonged to him. "Come to me...Lay down." He sweetly ordered. You laid upon your back on the furry rug and Thranduil mounted you. The way the fire's light shone upon his face and his long strands flowed over his sculpted body was an image you would never forget. Placing his hands beside your shoulders, he leaned down and kissed you deeply then traced the tip of his tongue over the entirety of your lips. "Do you want more or do you wish me to stop?" Was that a serious question, you thought. You yanked his mouth back to yours and delved your tongue inside, entwining it dangerously with his. His question was answered and he had enough of the foreplay as he rammed into you with one hard push that took your breath away. You were insanely wet and he indulged his cock in every ounce of it, sliding all the way out and rapidly back in over and over. "Jos...Josep...Ahhhhhhhhrrrggg!" Thranduil collapsed onto you in hard release. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as you unraveled with him. His movements slowed and then he began careening deep grinding thrusts which instantly snagged your sweet spot again. Your hips bucked like a horse as your eyes rolled back. No sound came out of your wide open mouth as your nails scratched down his sweat laced back. Thranduil's mouth hung open over yours as he expelled his essence and hot moaning breaths into you. As he rolled to your side, he pulled you snug against him. "I...I love you my sweet girl. Was...this too much for you? Did I come on too strong. I...I..know I am not usually like this....I did not mean..."

"Hush my King...This...was all so perfect. I understand what happened here and I...Thranduil...you have nothing to prove to me. No one is going to take me away from you. Im am yours a cin are sab-. Forever an all -o anand. Im mel cin yandere Thranduil more than nin own cuil. So ha was written. So shall ha always n-." (I am yours and you are mine. Forever for all of time. I love you yandere Thranduil more than my own life. So it was written. So shall it always be.)

He kissed your forehead and off to dreamland you both went in front of the crackling fire.

A dream you had almost forgotten about came flooding back in the early morning hours, the witching hours to be exact. After 3am. Except this time, Thranduil wasn't encased in enormous tree roots. He laid motionless upon a bed of leaves with his eyes wide open.

You knelt beside him and took his ice cold hand into yours. "Thranduil!!" your scream echoed. He didn't move nor blink. His eyes were fixated and glazed. You couldn't speak, only cry.

The King was dead.....

Six loud chimes tolled from the annoying clock in the hall sending you shooting straight up in a gasping panic.

"Thranduil!! Noooo!" Your eyes darted all around the empty room as your heart began racing, until your eyes caught sight of a note laying on his pillow.

"I did not wish to wake my sleeping beauty with my kisses. I will return shortly my love."

You closed your eyes letting out a sigh of relief as you held the note to your lips, breathing in his scent that was imbedded in the paper. 'Tap tap tap....tap tap tap...' sounded on the frosted over window that allowed only the daylight to be seen. You jumped with a small peep escaping your lips. All you could think of was Raven and all her Poe quotes and how you had seen her before outside, just floating there peering in at you. Quickly you threw on your robe and creeped towards the continuing sound. You turned the lock on the window and hesitantly pushed it open. "Caw caw caw! Caw caw caw!" There sat your faithful feathered friend, the crow. He come trotting right up to you on the balcony ledge as if he were struttin his stuff on the catwalk.

"It is you! Hello there. Why have you come? To warn me?" you asked because of his 3 consecutive taps and caws which symbolized death. He cawed once for yes. "I..I heard you once before. In the forest before the orcs came. But...you cawed 7 times. I did not understand that. What have you come to warn of?" The crow then cawed 3 times. Your heart dropped as you gulped. The bird had always been right with his warnings. "D...death? Is...someone going to...die?" He cawed once again for yes. Then he cocked his head and belted out 3 caws, paused and shouted 3 more....then a single one.... 7. "Seven again. What does that mean??" A balcony door opened just down the way and startled your friend off into flight. "No wait!" You then heard Legolas' distant laughter, then Haldir's as they appeared on the terrace from their chambers. Their laughter ceased as they saw you.

"Jo? What are you doing outside so early and in this weather?" Haldir called from the stone snow filled patio.

You were too cold to chit chat in your slinky about what you just encountered. "I...I couldn't sleep. What are you both doing out here as well and so chipper at that?"

Up came Legolas looking all around for his guardian, and so were you as he had not surfaced yet.

They both chuckled. "We are elves my Lady in case you missed that. And we love snow." The prince merrily stated with a devilish grin.

"Yeah Santa's elves in the North Pole. Where's your pointy hats and shoes with bells?"

"Ha ha Jo. We pretty much got the North Pole part though." Haldir joked.

With that said, one by one they leaped over the balcony's edge with cheerful shouts into a snow drift that must have been 3 men deep. You shrieked in disbelief as you threw your hands onto the railing, leaning desperately over it searching for them as they disappeared into the powder.

"Haldir!! My god are you both crazy?? Where is he???" you reeled in panic as your heart skipped about 10 beats.

"Over here Jo!" Haldir snickered and whipped a snowball straight at you, nailing your hand. You jumped and squealed in utter shock. He and Legolas howled in laughter and began belting snowballs at each other.

"Ha....fucking ha! Glad that amuses you." you snarked with a playful grin. It was like a breath of fresh air to see grown ass elves playing like children without a care in the world. Speaking of breath and air, yours was quite apparent. It must have been way below zero. "Have fun kids. I need clothes."

"No you do not." Haldir roared in laughter. You shot him an eye roll and Legolas blasted him in the face with a snowball.

"I find no humor in that statement. Apologize to the Queen!" Legolas dictated.

Haldir shook his head vigorously to clear the splattered snowball and glared at the Prince. "I will not! Jo knows of my humor and that I meant no disrespect. In fact, I respect no one more than her. Not even you oh pristine Prince." SPLAT! The Marchwarden retaliated by nailing Legolas with a fastball before he could duck and then Haldir disappeared beneath the drift with a hearty laugh.

"Where for art thou oh heavenly Haldir??" Legolas sneered as he packed a snowball so firm that you would hate to be on the receiving end. Thank god the two competitive infants didn't have their weapons.

Haldir popped up in the distance behind Legolas. He placed his thumb and forefinger in a circle between his lips and sounded an ear piercing whistle. Legolas flipped around and fired the rock like snowball at him. Haldir dove sideways as the ice ball missed him by just millimeters. "You got to be quicker than that whippersnapper!" Haldir proudly bragged.

"Oh you two, I'm going in." Not a one of them paid you an ounce of attention as Legolas continued going after his guardian. You threw your hands up in the air. "Ok then...nevermind." Back inside you went wondering where Thranduil could possibly be. You suspected he went after some food for you both. To pass the time, you slipped into the warm bath and relaxed. So much so, you dozed back off to sleep and the bad dreams found you again.

You were walking through Lesta's dark hallways and heard loud heavy moaning. The closer you got, the voices became familiar. You ended up at Garrett's room and knocked. The door opened and there stood a bare naked Raven with a grin on her face. Garrett called out. "What's going on?" His voice...it didn't sound right. Confused maybe.

You peeked around her and there he was in all his glory sprawled out on his bed at full attention.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." You were stunned and more so appalled. "Garrett! Don't so this..."

"I win. You lose sister." she wickedly laughed. You ran off and found your mother's room.

"Mama?" you whispered through the door that was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, you saw Thranduil in evening attire reclining on her bed in a seductive manner just staring like he did in the other dream.

You turned to see your mother with her blood red robe hanging open just enough to tauntingly reveal her breasts.

She then walked to the table and poured a drop of the red clover syrup into a glass of wine from the same bottle the old woman had given you. She carried it to Thranduil. He took it and began to drink. "Noooooooooooooo!! Thranduil don't!!!!" you screamed but your cries went unheard. His glass then slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Caroline gave a menacing laugh and the door slammed shut in front of you, echoing all the way down the halls. You began banging on it while screaming his name.

You heard chains and spun around releasing a fearful squeak. There stood your father bound so tight he could not stand in what appeared to be a dungeon.

"D...Daddy?"

He slowly raised his head and looked you directly in the eyes. "Help me."

Then someone called your name from behind you.

"Josie...." The deep voice was unable to be seen as your head jerked to the sound. You took a few steps towards the blackness. Emerging from it were glowing eyes.

They belonged to a shirtless Lestat. You tried to run away but he was upon you before you could even take a step. Pinning you against the wall, he spoke against your mouth. "Looks like they have all forsaken you. I would not. Take one taste and you will see." His licorice rooted breath delved inside your parted lips. Whatever he was doing to you, you were helpless against.

"Lestat....p..please..."

"Please what? Do you want to taste me?"

Your tongue began to slowly poke out of your mouth as your body trembled. His tongue slithered out like a snake and touched the tip of yours. They locked. Frozen from the hot and cold connection. You began to panic. A growl rose from his core and he then pressed his lips passionately over yours. It was like ice water swam down your throat but it felt soothing, like menthol. As his tongue romanced yours, you felt yourself sliding up the wall. You opened your eyes and you were both floating. Giddiness consumed you as the deep kiss intensified. Lestat's voice formed in your mind. "Imagine what else my tongue can do to you." He began gently kissing your neck and chest leaving you intoxicated by his touch. No fear of him biting you existed in the erotic moment.

A feeling of falling tickled your stomach. You found yourself standing on the ground again staring at his pale ice sculptured body as he stroked your arm and looked you over in a caring manner. Placing your hand on on the back of his head, you pulled him against you and he took your breast into his mouth as his arms cradled you. His cool saliva and twirling tongue on your mamilla sent pulses into your walls.

Your body became weak and limp from his energy but you were very aware of what was occurring. The dominate vampire slowly laid you upon the ground and canoodled you.

"Do you want me Josie?" All you could do was mumble in which Lestat perceived it as a yes. Bringing one hand behind him, he glided his fingers up your dress and began massaging your clit with his thumb.

You woke up splashing about the bath water in the middle of one acute orgasm. Coughing and gasping, you frantically climbed over the bath's edge and fell onto the floor. "Thranduil!!!!" you managed to shout.

The chamber door hammered shut. "Josephine!" Thranduil came running in to find you huddled on the bathroom floor shivering and crying. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled you into his arms. "My love, what has happened?"

"Thranduil...I want to leave here!! Please! Something bad is going to happen! I'm so scared. I don't want to be alone again." you gasped and sobbed into his chest.

"My sweet girl. You are not going to be alone? I am right here. I will not leave you." The King lovingly said as he kissed your forehead.

"Thranduil..you don't understand. Raven...she said..."

"Enough about that succubus. I will not let her or anyone harm you. I will die first."

"Stop it, don't say that! My dreams...they...something is going to happen! You of all people know they come true!"

"Shhhhh. Hush. I do not discredit your dreams. I promise you, we will leave the moment the storm subsides. You will never make it down the mountain in these conditions. The snow is already slowing. We can make an attempt after the masquerade ball that's in a few days."

"Wait, what? What ball?"

"Raven informed myself and Legolas when she came to our room. Lestat is hosting it and is requiring our attendance. I am sorry. It had slipped my mind with all that has happened."

The mention of Lestat and his demand of it turned your stomach into knots. "Oh god...Thranduil...I..I don't want to...."

"My girl...I have brought us food. Please go eat and relax while I indulge myself with a bath. Just remember I love you and it will be alright." He helped you to your feet and handed you a robe. You did as he asked and went to eat.

You had no appetite after that fucked up dream. A few bites of crackers and some fruit is all you could manage. You got dressed and briskly towel dried your hair, then went onto the balcony to see if Haldir and Legolas had killed each other in their showdown. They were gone and all was silent and still. Thranduil was right, the snow was subsiding. You sat down in the snow and decided to make snow castles like you did as a child to try and distract your thoughts. You felt a presence behind you and then smelled him.

"Garrett?" you gasped and quickly stood up. He was not there but he was letting you know he had been. He obviously didn't want Thranduil to see him. You anxiously skimmed your eyes over the forest borders and then you saw him gaping at you.

You spun around and headed for the front doors. Out you went trekking through the knee deep snow to the forest's edge where you saw him. "Garrett! I know you know I saw you. Please come out. You're obviously ready to talk to me or you wouldn't have came. Please Garrett. I'm sorry."

His treacle smell swam up your nose, You turned and there he stood peering at you with his red defensive eyes. "Thank god." you said as you threw your arms around him.

"It's too cold for you out here." was all he said and whisked you into the air, carrying you back to the front doors. "After you." Garrett moved aside and opened the door like a gentlemen.

"I...I was worried you wouldn't come back....after..." You placed your hand on his.

"Oh...that. You're speaking about after you forced me to see myself when you knew I did not want to?" He yanked his hand from yours.

Garrett was clearly still angry and very hurt. "Garrett. God I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to show you the beauty I see that you're afraid to look at...." He didn't know what to say to you calling him beautiful again and stared at you for a moment.

"If you are still angry with me, which...you have every right to be...then why did you back come to see me?" you asked with a worrisome smile.

"Beats the shit outta me...For the un-life of me, I just cannot stay mad at you. I had time to think about it and calm down some. I know you never meant for me to see it without warning."

"No, I most certainly didn't. Raven's jealous ass has become a serious problem. After you left, she tried..."

"I know. I spoke with Marius this morning. Josephine, I...I never would have left you there alone with her if I had known what was going to happen... but...Thranduil showed up and...well...you had him, Legolas and Haldir...even Marius...you didn't need me."

"Hey...you do not have to explain. You were extremely upset and needed to be alone. I'm ok...obviously."

"Yeah well...I didn't know he was going to just leave you alone like that. How could he do that?" Garrett reeled in disbelief. He was truly pissed off at Thranduil.

"Why does Thranduil do anything he does? He knew Haldir and Marius were there. I'm sure he figured they would keep me safe."

Garrett began to laugh and shook his head in astonishment. "So you're telling me your husband who loathes vampires trusted his pregnant wife to be left alone with one... one that is a stranger and also with a weaponless Haldir....oh yeah and with a psychopathic arsonist that you had just met only hours before and has proven to be bat shit crazy. It doesn't matter what he does, you'll always defend him."

"I'm not going to stand here and discuss my husband with you or listen to you trash talk him."

"Right...like he does me but we both know you don't defend me when he does." You looked down at the ground feeling guilty because he was right.

"Garrett...you know I couldn't if I wanted to. Thranduil has every right to feel the way he does...and he's already bent out of shape over the painting...or that I healed you and set you free...or that I even associate with you at all. What am I supposed to do?"

"I know....you're right. I'm sorry. If any one's bent out of shape right now, it's me. That painting has me all fucked up in the head right now. I wanted to go back and burn it but Selene stopped me."

"Selene? She's still hanging around? and....she stopped you?" What a shocker it was to hear that considering they despise each other.

"I know right??" he chuckled. "She told me I would later regret it because.... you had it made for me. I don't know. I guess she realizes I'm not the one who tried to knock off her strayed wolfman. Think she kinda likes me a little. And I think she kinda likes you and wants to make sure you're safe after what you did for her. Is...Is it true? That you almost turned her human again?"

"I...I don't even know honestly. I was only trying to heal her from the dead man's blood, but something happened and then my power forced us apart. God, I have no idea what I am doing Garrett. All this power and it seems so useless because I don't know how to utilize it. All I can ever manage to do is manipulate the weather, use my light and shield, or muster up a fireball here and there. I need that book Garrett. Ugh!"

"Oh yes, I recall the fireball very well. Put me straight on my ass.....but Nahhh. You're a natural, little one. A full blooded witch. You'll figure it out. You don't need some book to show you who you truly are. I have great faith in you because you're one determined little hot redhead. I...I meant...hothead." Garrett corrected with a light playful grin.

You giggled. "Well....thank you Garrett. That means a lot that you believe in me so much. So....what was it like for you when you first turned? Were your powers simple to use like riding a bike or did you also have to learn them??

"It was the worst day of my existence. I had no idea what was happening. Definitely not easy peasy lemon squeezy. The flying part was the hardest. Cannot tell you how many trees and buildings I crashed into. My equilibrium was all fucked up. Same with the speed factor. Made me dizzy as hell. And then there was mind control and the telekinesis thing. I practiced on Craven. Needless to say, he had no patience for being thrown through windows. I just couldn't focus...so I tried something that kept me calm in my other life....music. I was able to obtain my 78's record collection. Craven had one of those gramophone players so it was like the syrup to my flapjacks, my favorite food ever. Swear I could have lived off if it." Now you knew why Garrett smelled of molasses.

"Anyways...Once I started playing all the songs I loved, it became easier to concentrate because I finally had some inspiration. The more I practiced, the better I became. It was quite comical hearing Craven yell 'SHUT THE HELL UP' from clear in another room. Vampire hearing, ya know. Sensitive like a dog's. I used to rock out and sing so loud...but it did the trick. You should try it. I got it, how bout this? 'Earth, air, wind and fire, give me that power I desire!!'."

"Did you really just bust out 'Fuel' by Metallica as a witch chant?"

"Sad but true." he smirked. He answered your question with another Metallica song. You smacked your hands over your face. "Oh dear god....I am so fucked."

"No you're not. You are building a fire and everyday that you train, you add more fuel. And at just the right moment, you light the match..... Wish I had my stuff here. I'd let you borrow it but it's all back on Devil's Island. I could maybe help you practice. Or ask Lestat. He's into music too. Sings with some band."

You couldn't believe how much he had revealed to you just now on his human years. Usually the reserved King Garret would change the subject or completely clam up.

"Yeah...I'll pass on that thanks......Soooo...What if I could...heal a vampire? Would you do it? Become human again? I recall our conversation over the campfire in Mirkwood as you said you'd give anything to feel your heartbeat again."

His eyes lowered. "That was before all this. Besides...there's nothing there for me anymore in that life...and I wouldn't even know what to do with myself after being accustomed to this lifestyle for so long. I kinda dig being your own personal superman and scaring the shit outta the evil people that I feast on. Speaking of...Josephine...you're not safe here. I could fly you out of hear so fast. Just say the word."

"You know I cannot leave without the others. Believe me, I want out of here. I don't think you're safe here either after the dream I had."

"What...that Thranduil chopped off my head and displayed it on his trophy exhibit...or better yet, used it as a bullseye in his archery range?"

"Worse..."

"Uhhh what could be worse than being sliced and diced by an elf besides just being plain sliced and diced?"

"Sleeping with the enemy. I saw you in Raven's bed while she stood naked at the door flaunting herself."

"Ahhh hell no....not happening. Nope. No way. I'd have to be drunk as skunk or high as a kite and even then, I feel I would need much much more persuasion like threatening to incinerate me.....to put it simply.....fuck no."

"That's just it though Garrett...in the dream, I think she drugged you...and...my entire dream was so fucked up, but then again, they always are. My mom was doing shit to Thranduil, I saw my father again. He was in chains asking me to help him...and Lestat...well never mind on that. I just want to forget it but something tells me I won't be able to. Anyways...I should be going before Thranduil ends his bath and finds me gone...so...the painting. I take it you do not want to keep it? It's so beautiful. The way Marius' work always tells a story makes it that more captivating. I love picture stories. His use of the mirror with you was brilliant. I can just ask him to keep it..."

"No...I....I want it. I mean...after all...you just called me beautiful for the 3rd time now." he slyly grinned from ear to ear.

"I called the painting beautiful."

"And I am in the painting. In fact, I AM the painting."

"Fine, you win. Does this mean you forgive me then?"

"On one condition."

"Ok?"

Garrett turned his face and tapped his cheek with his index finger wanting a kiss.

You laughed. "Really Garrett?"

"What? You gave me one in the library." he confidently reminded you.

"Alright ya big baby." You stood on your tippy toes and went to kiss his cheek. Right at the last minute, the trickster turned his face and you planted a kiss right on his lips. "Garrett Lee!" you reeled and smacked his arm.

He triumphed in his victory with a crafty smile. "That's my name, don't wear it out. Talk soon." Then, the waggish vamp vanished with great alacrity.

You couldn't help but smile and then trotted off back to your room in hopes the King was still in the bath. As you whisked around the corner, the last thing you expected to see stood right in front of you like in your dream.

Lestat....

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