#if you want to properly look at this you have to listen to cult of dionysus followed by house of memories and kiss me son of god
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SO SCARLET (IT WAS MAROON)
CHAPTER EIGHT: LOML
AND I'LL STILL SEE IT, UNTIL I DIE - YOU'RE THE LOSS OF MY LIFE.
☆ pairings: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader
☆ warnings: no use of y/n, strong language, angst, consumption of alcohol, (overly poetic) smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, technically unprotected sex even after the idiots discussed protection, minors dni
☆ WC: 3.9K+
☆ A/N: extremely sorry for the shortest chapter in this series yet. also, out of all the songs referenced for the title of chapters, this one might be the most on the nose. i kid you not, i cannot explain how perfectly loml encapsulates reader/sugar's emotions during this chapter. if you'd like the extra hurt, 10/10 recommends listening as you read. :)
thank you to my love @hellfire--cult for the divider!
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“Can I kiss you, Sugar?”
You’ve made your fair share of dumb decisions in your life. Plenty of moments have slipped right between your fingers due to hesitation that you’d later regret, you have a catalog of embarrassing encounters to serve you a lifetime. You’ve said yes when your answer should have been a resounding no, you’ve made promises you knew were impossible to keep, and you’ve always had an unexplainable habit of digging yourself into graves that will surely bury you alive.
This moment is no different.
The correct reaction is to tell him no, to push him away and end the night here. You should leave before either of you make any mistakes and ruin whatever fragile thing resides between the two of you any further. There’s a million other options you should be taking, but at the end of the day, you still nod your head.
Not even a second later, Eddie’s lips are on yours, and it’s hard to call it a mistake when it’s the first time you’ve felt like you could properly breathe in two years.
He tastes like bourbon, and mistakes, and regret, and a youthful type of love impossible to grasp onto. A vague memory you never get to hold, but always learn to miss. When his hands travel slowly to your hips, you’re only pressing closer, deepening the kiss with the desperation of someone starved. Someone stained.
You were an idiot to think it wouldn’t end this way. You were in his apartment, and you were drunk. You were brimming with bad decisions. It was always going to end up this way.
Your knees somehow end up digging into the sofa cushions on either side of his hips, your recollection of how you climbed into his lap nonexistent. Had it been his doing, his own needy hands guiding you here? Or had it been you? You, with an ache that rang throughout your entire body, soothed only by sharing each of his breaths with him when he finally pulls back from the kiss.
“Are you sure you want thi-”
“Don’t ruin it,” you beg, silencing him as you look into those deep autumn eyes, memorizing rivets of soft auburn that never really changed. An ever changing kaleidoscope, but there were simply parts of Eddie he’d never be able to hide from you,to change, “Not yet. Please.”
You don’t know if you’ll want it come morning. You can’t estimate just how deeply the regret will burrow once it’s all said and done; you’re not in the mood to think sensibly. No hypotheticals, no curiosity for the future.
You just want him. Right here, right now. Far beyond just sex, and far beyond casual touches. But it’s the only way you can have him, the only way he can have you, for now.
His fingers are more skilled these days. More deft and nimble as they race up and down your sides, quickly undoing the button of your jeans and easily sneaking beneath your shirt. Two years could be two seconds with the way he still knows you and your body, knowing exactly where to apply more pressure as he plucks on every string beneath your skin that makes you sing out for him. Hums, gasps, moans – they all sort of blend together at some point, don’t they?
“I’ve missed you,” you swear you hear him mumble against the skin of your neck when his mouth begins to wander, “I’ve missed this.”
You convince yourself he didn’t say it just to avoid ripping yourself apart any further.
Instead, you busy your mouth with kissing him harder, faster, more desperately. You’re all but burying yourself in him. Your hips grinding against his, your lips swallowed in his, your hands finding themselves tangled in his hair.
You’re drunk enough that you convince yourself that this is it – this is home.
It feels natural to let him run you down this way. It’s instinctual as he takes his shirt off and your hands roam over bare skin that whispers with the ridges of paths you’ve traced before. You know that scar on his right hip from when he got his appendix removed as a child, you know that lightened patch of skin on his left thumb from when he’d managed to burn himself with a lighter while cutting class one day with you. You know him – so much better than you’d let yourself believe these last few weeks.
“Do you have a condom?” you pant, and you both pretend like your words are choked up from gasping to recover the air you’d offered to the kiss, and not the emotions rearing their ugly heads.
He does. Of course he does. He’s a rockstar now – he has women throwing themselves at him constantly. Of course he’s prepared.
It happens somewhere between him pulling the condom out of his wallet, and managing to pull his own shirt off. At some point in which you’re left in nothing but your undergarments, hips grinding down on his in sloppy circles, he lets out a low and drawn out moan. All your movements stutter, nearly halting, as that sound rings out around you. You swear, it echoes off the walls of your own head and not the eerily empty apartment.
You break as you gasp out, “Fuck, Eddie.”
Another dumb decision for the books. All it takes is you sighing his name for him to flip the entire script. Suddenly, you’re no longer straddling his lap, no longer biting his lip and gripping onto the back of the sofa for balance.
Your back collides with the cushions below and he hovers over you, kissing with more intent and purpose this time. Each press of his lips is followed by the nipping of teeth, desperately trying to mark you up along your chest, completely oblivious to the way he’s already left his stain.
You’re convinced if he presses his lips just hard enough, if he bares his teeth just sharp enough, he’ll see right through you. Your skin will become all but cellophane and he’ll see all those blooming violets and deep maroons still left behind in the shape of his mouth. He’ll see the way another has never followed these paths, not after him.
All the failed rebounds, all the failed distractions. There’s never been another person capable of taking your mind off of Eddie Munson. No one’s kiss ever made you bleed the way he’s capable, no one’s touch could ever erase the mark of his.
The wine still makes your head swim as your chin tilts to the roof, giving him all the room possible to paint whatever picture he’s vying for on your skin. You let him leave his physical mark; you let him leave a physical reminder of something to regret.
“Do you know how many times I played this moment back over in my head?” his voice is a murmur that vibrates against your sternum, words not quite slurring, “Do you know how many times I swore-”
You don’t know – and you never find out what exactly he had sworn time and time again as the trill ringing of a cell phone shatters the entire atmosphere.
One moment, Eddie’s lips are painting portraits along your chest and neck, the acceptance of making a mistake settling deep into your bones. And the next, he’s lifting up, looking wildly towards his kitchen, where you’re sure that it’s his phone buzzing erratically on the counter.
“I-” he looks wildly between you and the distant phone, pupils blown out and lips swollen, “Fuck, I-”
All the air leaves your lungs.
There will be no mistakes tonight.
“Go answer it,” you whisper, deflating as you accept the interruption. The moment’s over, fading in between the lipstick marks on your wine glass and the glow of the lamps scattered throughout his living room, “It’s fine.”
It’s not fine. It’s written plainly across his face that this is the furthest thing from fine at this moment. But duty calls; his phone is ringing, your mind is buzzing, and the moment is simply gone.
It has to be fine. You have to be fine with it.
“I’ll be right back,” he swears as he lifts himself up off the couch, but you know he won’t be.
Your shirt is already back by the time he’s reached the counter, laptop already tucked safely back into your bag as he answers the call.
“Hello?” he asks, eyes flitting over to you as he watches you gather your things, picking up the wine glass that had been yours the entire night in order to carry it over to the sink he leans against the counter next to. A bit of chatter comes from over the line, and Eddie’s entire face twists, “Am I busy? Yeah, yeah – as a matter of fact, I am.”
Just as you sit the glass into the sink, you bring a hand to his bicep, letting it rest there selfishly. Feeling his bare skin one final time, drinking in the heat he radiates through your palm, giving yourself one last chance to memorize it.
You’re not busy, you mouth to him with a sad smile.
He’s not. Because there will be no mistakes tonight.
You go to pull your hand away, prepared to somehow call an Uber or taxi, but he’s quick to wrap his fingers around your wrist just as your skin slides from his. It’s not forceful, but simply firm. Clinging with a desperation you can’t recognize.
Stay, he mouths back, the person over the line clearly continuing to speak without Eddie paying them any mind.
You almost do. You falter and consider dropping your bag then and there. You nearly stay, wait out the phone call, sit pretty and patient until he returns to you just as he had promised.
But he had left you with a promise of later once before, and he hadn’t kept his promise then.
“Oh,” you whispered, disappointment gripping your lungs, “Oh, that’s fine! Go, they need you.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. You missed hearing that in person, that soft laughter in the shell of your ear over inside jokes and one too many glasses of wine. “Rockstar duties and all. We’ll talk more later?”
Later had never found its way back to the two of you all those years ago – why would it now?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds,” you whisper, soft enough to guarantee whoever was on the other side of the phone call wouldn’t hear you. The fall of his face is almost enough to make you take back the words and swallow them back down.
“Wait-” he’s not whispering, almost as though he’s forgotten about the call entirely. You can hear the silence over the line, probably in confusion, as you walk away, “Wait- No- I-”
You motion to the phone still pressed to his ear and cheek, trying to remind him that someone else can hear.
He removes it and ends the call before you can protest.
“Eddie-” you start to scold, but he refuses to hear any of it.
“No, no,” he sounds as though he might be begging. And you can’t tell if he’s begging you to not reprimand him, or if he’s begging you to not leave, “I don’t care. It was just Matt, he can wait till morning.”
It doesn’t answer the question of what he wanted from you.
“It’s getting late, anyways,” you’re still trying to detect your escape route, the longer you spend in the aftermath making your chest tighten more and more.
You can’t do this.
You can’t stand in this room with him and pretend that it’s all okay. You can’t act as though the wine’s effects are slipping away from you and you can’t brush off the feeling of his lips across your chest. You have no patience left to act as though your lungs aren’t shriveling up in your chest, unable to get enough air when he’s too close all while being all too far away.
It would have been a mistake, and you’re both better for the interruption.
Eddie shakes his head, letting out a dry laugh, “We aren’t doing this again, Sugar. We aren’t going to just pretend that didn’t happen-”
“Why not?” you challenge him, “This… it’s better this way, Eddie. If we kept it up, we both would have regretted it, and it’d just be another mistake-”
“Who’s we?” he cuts you off.
We. You, me, both of us. We’d both regret it, wouldn’t we?
But you still didn’t regret kissing him. You still didn’t regret sitting in his lap and drinking him in, you still wouldn’t take back whatever moment was shared prior to the phone’s interruption.
All your regrets are spoken in future tense. All the mistakes are somewhere ahead of you, your mind running to things that haven’t happened yet.
How do you know if you’d regret it? How do you know if he’d regret it?
Your hold on your bag begins to loosen, “I- Both of us. We’d both regret it.”
“I wouldn’t regret it. I don’t think I could ever regret you.”
This is the part you walk away. You sling your bag onto your shoulder, you tell him to have a goodnight, and you leave. You’ll see him tomorrow, and you’ll pretend this conversation never happened.
Except you don’t.
Your bag falls to the ground, a muted crash that probably pisses off his downstairs neighbors. The toes of your shoes knock into the worn bag, kicking it to the side with more gentleness than you should be capable of right now. When he reaches out a hand to hold you, you take it.
You let him get his hot palms back on your body. You let his lips find their way back to yours.
You finally just let the mistake happen and take the chance on finding out if the regret is nothing more than shadows in the closet, make-believe once you turn the light back on.
The couch isn’t the destination this time. You’re almost sad that you don’t get to admire any of his decor as he drags you down the hallway, but you also doubt there’s even a sliver of the ghost of the man holding onto you in any of it. He’s not on the walls, he’s not in the pictures; he’s right in front of you, kissing you heavily and desperately, letting his feet stumble right over yours as he finally reaches blindly for the knob of the door behind you. He’s in the rings pressing into the skin of your hips and he’s in the wavering cologne that bursts from his sheets as he carefully drops you back on a bed far too large for one man.
He’s in the shadow hovering over you, he’s in the slide of his leg as he spreads your thighs to find home between them. He may not haunt this apartment, but he haunts you. Your body, your mind, your senses.
Always have, always will.
Alcohol isn’t clouding the moment anymore as each kiss is gentler, retracing the bruises already forming across your collar bones. He’s taking his time, enjoying himself, no longer rushing through the process of getting to know you again. The loss of your shirt and the unbuttoning of your jeans is done with shaking hands this time. Less sure, but far more determined.
Your own hands are steady, though, as you undress him. You’re sure. This is your mistake to make, your mistake to regret. And maybe he had a point – maybe it is impossible for either of you to regret each other. For all the tears shed and all the nights spent cursing his name, it’s never once crossed your tongue that you wanted to erase him. You think if someone were to try and take him, take all that you two had shared together from you, that they’d be met with white knuckles and deathly screams. A rancid animal foaming at the mouth, refusing to let go of the one thing it had ever managed to sink its claws into.
You’d forgotten just how well you know him.
It was beyond superficial scars and childhood stories. You still remember the exact pulse point that makes him moan out with just a brush of your mouth against it. You can still find that spot above his hips that spasm when your hands grip them, encouraging him to grind down onto you. You know his body, you know his past, you know his mind.
Words are no longer necessary as it finally happens.
Prayers of each other’s name, ignorance in the way this entire moment was becoming too gentle for two fools rekindling. A practiced dance you once only ever dreamt of swaying to with him.
You would have given him everything. You did give him everything. Your youth, your future, your aspirations, your daydreams of a glittering gem on your sacred finger and a list of baby names the two of you had argued over endlessly. All those things still belong to him, even now. Even as this new version of him hovers over you, lips trailing with purpose over your abdomen, making his way down to your core.
You can’t tell if he’s a stranger when he places a hot kiss over the cotton of your underwear. You can’t tell if you ever spent two years away from him as his hands hold down your hips when they buck in response.
“Eddie,” you beg, fingers lacing into his curls just as they had earlier, gripping onto him for dear life. You’re looking down at him between your thighs, refusing to blink on the off chance that he’ll simply vanish when you do, “Please.”
“Please what, Sugar?”
“Touch me,” you gasp out as his fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear, colossus course against soft skin, “Kiss me, fuck me- I just-”
No further explanation is needed. Your wish is his command.
Your panties are tossed to the hardwood floor at the edge of the bed as if they always belonged there. His mouth ravishes you as if this was just a nightly routine between the two of you. As if he didn’t have to second think what pace you might prefer, or when to add the first finger. Or the second. He plays you beautifully, crooking his fingers and nipping at sensitive skins and nerves alike, listening to the way you only seem to remember his name. Like you don’t remember the sound of a dial tone instead of declarations of adoration, like you don’t remember the excuses for him denying you all his attention.
You wish you could just stay in this moment forever. Him, buried between your thighs. All hurt and all stains forgotten when he builds you up to the edge, when he murmurs against your clit about how pretty you look for him right now.
Cheap wine soaking Halloween costumes. Hazy rooms, smokey with youthful desires and incense. Dancing in an apartment filled with boxes not yet unpacked. Whispers of something being real. Late night trips to the gas station and all the pride in your eyes as you heard his song played on public radio for the first time. The terrible waiting, the messy kisses of more teeth than lips. A simple necklace adorned with a simple ring, burning with more promises than either can comprehend, still gathering dust at the bottom of your jewelry box to this day.
Just in case. Just in case he ever came back; just in case you ever returned.
By the time he’s climbing back up your body, you have one foot in the past, cleaving yourself in two as you cling to him like water.
“Look at you,” he whispers when his face is back above yours, lips still slick with you, “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
You swear, for just a moment, his eyes are mirrors. And you can see that dazed look you wear, the face of a woman still trapped by her past. The face of someone who can’t let the dead stay buried. Someone you wouldn’t describe as beautiful, but Eddie would.
You should have left. You should be regretting this. You only pull him closer.
His boxers bunch at his ankles, your fingernails dig into his back. When you feel him press against you, the tip of his dick just barely tapping against your clit, your entire body tenses. This was it. This was the mistake you had taken responsibility for, this was the choice you’d decided was worth damnation. A simple slip up, a quick fall backwards, and you’ll be right back where you started two years ago.
“You still want this?” he sighs into your ear, clearly feeling the way you’d froze up.
Your breath catches for just a second. More memories, more images that cut straight through you. Every careless afternoon, every serene morning. Every haunted night.
“Yeah,” your entire body relaxes, muscle by muscle, “Yeah, I still want this.”
You mean more than just the sex.
The press of your heels into his lower back is all the encouragement he needs to finally push into you. The stretch burns, but it’s welcome all the same. Just an aftereffect of years of emptiness, of failing to ever find something that could make you feel as whole as he does.
The moan he lets out as he’s wrapped in your warmth sends shivers down your spine. You swear, laced in it, there lies a gasp of relief. A sigh of coming home after a long tour, the huff of an exhale just before he crosses the threshold of a front door and has you in his arms again.
You don’t know when the tears started.
But between his thrusts, between all his wanton groans and your own quivers of excitement, your cheeks turn wet.
“Then I say let it burn.”
You can’t tell if it’s sweat or his own tears seeping into your skin as your bodies press together harder, your head thrown back in ecstasy.
“I love you so goddamn much, it hurts. I can’t believe this is real.”
You find your hands tugging on the roots of his curls even harder as you try to tether yourself back to him, but it’s no use.
“When I get back, all I care about is you.”
It all comes crashing down on both of you as his face is buried in the crook of your neck and your thighs squeeze around his hips – all the love that was there, all the love that was lost. All the love that still remains.
“Something for you to always have as a reminder that I’ll come back to you. You’re it for me, sweetheart.”
He’d always warned you this would happen. That one day he’d come back to you. That he’d only ever come back for you.
It doesn’t matter how deep of scratches you leave across his back, or how many hickies he paints your skin with. There will never be enough bloodshed between the two of you to wash away the truth. It’s not a mistake, it’s not something to regret. You wish it was; you wish it were so simple. No, this moment was one thing and one thing only – inevitable.
They always did say that your life would flash before your eyes right before you die.
And flash it does – a lifetime of love that was had and love that will never come back to you – as Eddie brings you both to your graves from the most cursed of little deaths.
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Finally checking off my “Dionysus Bernard” fanart bingo square
Inspired by the fic let’s get mischievous by @tomateosoup , it’s absolutely wonderfully written, seriously check it out amigos
#bernard dowd#timbern#timbern fanart#dc#tw: blood#my art#if you want to properly look at this you have to listen to cult of dionysus followed by house of memories and kiss me son of god#sorry i dont make the rules#it wouldn’t hurt to add carry on wayward son btw
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SALVATION - SUGURU GETO
ft. cult leader!suguru geto x fem!reader
a/n: first full fic on this blog !! been thinking on this for a WHILE and it's finally here :3 feedback/rbs insanely appreciated, hope you all like the fic <3 thank you to @kaitkatme and @nexysworld for beta reading this for me ♡
cw: 18+ content, manipulation, dub-con due to heavy coercion, fingering, corruption kink, loss of virginity, use of 'master', power imbalance, p in v, creampie, breeding, talks of marriage, geto calls reader his wife and little lamb
word count: 2k words
Suguru knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he had to have you. You came to him all nervous and jittery, unable to even meet his eyes. He can see the curse hovering over you, infecting you with its presence. He can tell it's been haunting your dreams before you even open your mouth to say anything, without even looking at the dark circles under your eyes. He listens to you talk, nodding along with feigned sympathy to make you feel comfortable and let your guard down around him.
“I can cure you of your ailment, my dear. But it is best if you stay here for a few days. I can sense you're troubled, and I hope to make sure I can rid you of this disease properly.” He says after a moment, but he's already reaching out to absorb the curse, slipping the orb into his pocket to consume later. He tilts his head, offering you a grin that's all teeth with a hidden sense of malice.
“I'll have someone set up a room for you.” Is all he says before he's leaving the room, waving in one of his disciples to deal with you for now. He had plans he had to form, so he couldn't waste his time on you just yet.
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He returns to you later that night, a lesser curse prepared to infect you with, using it to infect the herbal tea he's prepared for you. For a human of your health, it should simply induce a fever and fitful sleep. Enough for him to convince you that you needed to stay while he purged you of the ‘ailment’ he had diagnosed you with. Enough for him to get closer to you.
“Has everything been to your liking?” He asks as he settles on the edge of your bed, pressing the back of his hand to your head as he hands you the infected tea, making sure you don't take too bad of a turn in reaction towards it. He watches you closely as you start to sip from it, politely thanking him and nodding at his question. Non-sorcerers were such weak, fickle people. He could not harm you before he'd got what he wanted from you.
The effect is almost instant. He watches your eyelids droop as you gaze at him, almost looking like you're in a daze. Your skin grows hot under his touch, growing clammy as the fever sets in. He bites his cheek to suppress a smile as he sees how well the curse takes to you, forcing a look of concern to wash over his face.
“Oh, dear. I've been working on flushing the illness from your body, but it appears it's fighting back. I really do recommend you take my offer to stay for a few days. A week, maybe. Your recovery is important to me, dear.” He says softly, his practised tone low and caring, designed to lure you into a false sense of security. He smiles when he sees you nod in agreement, gently swiping his thumb against your forehead.
You really are far too pretty for a mere non-sorcerer, he thinks, his gaze trailing your face. It felt like a waste that someone like you was born as such a lesser creature. It was a good thing you had Suguru to guide you, to direct you along the right path. You'd be the only one of your kind worthy of walking amongst other sorcerers and his disciples. His perfect wife. You'd want him soon enough, he'd make sure of it.
Over the next few days, he works slowly to wean you off of the curse he'd put into your system, doting on you as much as his dwindling patience would allow while building up your trust in him. After a few days, he removes it, pocketing the orb and nursing you through the lingering effects it had left behind.
The fever remains, rendering you bed bound even without the curse in your system. It appeared to have weakened your immune system considerably more than Suguru had initially anticipated. Not that it particularly mattered - feverish was good and could easily work in his favour. It would make you more delirious, more pliable to his wishes.
He makes his way to your room with your nightly tea, offering you a small smile as he sits on the edge of your bed, instinctively pressing his hand to your head as he'd done every night prior to this one. He hands you your tea, brushing your cheek with his hand.
“Your fever is fading. I don't think it'll be long before you've returned to your normal self.” He tells you, his eyes locked onto yours as you sip from the cup in your hand.
“Thank you for your help, Master Geto. I feel a lot better now. It's been a while since I managed to get a full-night's sleep.” You reply, offering him a gentle smile. Your eyes still look a little hazy, as if you're about to fall asleep any moment. Suguru decides to put his plan into action.
You're not quite delirious enough to miss the way his hand wanders along your side, caressing the curve of your hip and giving it a squeeze before he slips his hand under your shirt, feeling the fever hot skin of your stomach. His eyes flick up as he hears the cup being set on the table, your brows furrowed in confusion.
“Master Geto-”
“Shh, shh. Quiet, little lamb. I'm doing this to help you. You trust me, don't you.” He coos, his voice almost disarmingly sweet. You're not used to him using that tone, and it sends your mind spinning for a moment. You gasp as his hand slips higher, cupping your bare breast as he runs a thumb over your nipple. His hands feel cold on your heated skin, causing the bud to stiffen under his touch.
“Non-sorcerers are so predictable. One touch and you're already willing to submit to me.” He says with a soft huff of laughter, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a whine from you. He sees your expression when he refers to you as such, which only serves to make him laugh harder. “Oh, please don't tell me you mistook me for one of your pathetic kind?”
His hands shift to pull on your trousers, yanking them down with your underwear. You kick out, but the fever makes you weak. Your fight amuses Suguru, drawing another laugh from him. “My little lamb is such a fighter. Darling, there's no use in fighting. You will be my wife, and you will give me an heir.”
He watches you closely, waiting for a protest that doesn't come. Only then does he truly smile, a grin spreading across his face. His thumb parts your pussy, and he clicks his tongue softly when he comes into contact with your wetness. “Ah, what's this? Does being my wife please you so much? Has another man touched you like this before, little one?”
You shake your head instantly, your cheeks growing hot under his intense gaze. He hums softly in thought, dipping his thumb past your entrance, gently teasing it. “A virgin? Mhm, I almost can't believe I'd be so lucky. You don't mind if I check, do you?”
The way you squirm as he slips his thumb away to push his index finger into your cunt is enough to tell him you're untouched, but he doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. The sooner you're swollen with his children, the better. He wants to make sure that you'd be his obedient little wife, and he has no plans on letting you so much as leave this room until he's stuffed you full.
He takes his time stretching you out, slowly adding extra digits until you're keening after being stuffed full of three of his fingers. He presses his palm against his clit as he opens you up, smirking as he watches you attempt to hump his hand to get some friction against your swollen bud. He pulls his hand away when he feels you clenching around his fingers, tutting softly.
“Now, now, little lamb. No cumming unless it's on my cock.” His words are followed by him removing his kāṣāya and loosening his yukata so he can free his cock, pumping it lazily a few times before aligning himself with your entrance. You choke out a gasp as he presses forward, slowly sinking into you inch by inch. You feel like the air is being pushed out of your lungs, your hands clutching losely at the robe still dangling from his body.
“M-Master…” You breathe out, your expression tense as he buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. His jaw clenches as he forces himself to remain still despite the tight heat surrounding him. A hiss is forced out through gritted teeth as he slowly starts to move, his hand gripping your waist tightly to prevent you from moving too much.
“Quiet, little lamb. You will adjust. Your body was made to take my seed. I knew that as soon as I laid eyes on you.” He grits out, placing your calves over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper, his hips slapping the flesh of your ass with every thrust.
His cock glistens with your arousal, spotted slightly with blood that serves as evidence of your purity. The sight has him smiling, rutting his cock into you with more urgency. His pretty wife was perfect for him in every way. He'd be the first and last man to ever touch you. He'd make sure of it. The tip of his cock presses against your cervix as he adjusts his hips, making sure every inch of him fills you.
“My little wife… I'll keep you nice and filled for days. Gonna make sure it takes, gonna give you my baby.” His cock brushes your sweet spot every time he drags it along your fluttering walls, your slick coating his length, dripping down to his balls. The sight alone is almost enough to make him cum, but he's determined to see you cum first. He can be a kind leader, after all - and there is a large part of him that would love to feel you tighten around him, drawing his out his orgasm.
“Bet you'd like that, hmm?” He questions, biting back a moan as he thrusts balls deep into your drippy cunt, grinding the hair at the base of his cock against your clit. His hands slide down to spread your lips so he can rut his pelvis against you. You moan out his title as you finally come undone, flooding him with your release. He fucks into you sloppily, strands of silky, black hair framing his face as he lets his head hang down. “It's an.., ah… honour to carry my child. Thank me for… for choosing you. Fuck… thank your master, little lamb.”
“Thank you.” You whine, back arching as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the sensitivity causing tears to form in your eyes. You clench tighter around him, doing your best to milk his cock dry. “Thank you, Master.”
The words are enough to send him over the edge, his teeth clenching as he lets out a guttural moan, forcing himself right up against your cervix to ensure his cum stays deep inside of you. He lets out a shaky breath, doing his best to manoeuvre both of you into a lying position without pulling out.
He gently wipes a few tears that spill past your eyes with the pad of his thumb, pressing a kiss to your head. “Shh, little lamb. You'll be alright. I'll take care of you and my child. I promise.”
He had every intention of following through on his promise. He would not let harm come to his heir or wife, and he'd gladly kill anyone who attempted to disrespect you. You were his now, and he always protected what was his.
#suguru♡#jjk smut#jjk x reader#getou suguru x reader#getou suguru x y/n#geto x reader#geto smut#suguru x reader#suguru x you#suguru x y/n
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Oracle!Reader Part 4
Masterlist - Part 1, Part 3, Part 5
TW: this has death, mentions of child abuse, and more heavy topics. Remember that SAGAU is (usually) a yandere au and yanderes are a warning by themselves. Plus SAGAU is a cult, that makes it 10x worse depending on how it is. You've been warned.
You wake up feeling refreshed for once. You managed to get a full sleep and when you felt your face, the mask was still there. As you get off the bed your foot touches the bag the clothes were brought in. Now with more clothing options, you take a shower ready to properly wash your body.
The shower attached to your room was small and clean. This wasn't earth so no shower or bathtub but what they had was the closest to it since the Kamisato's were rich. In fact, you would even say it's better than Earth. Were the water bills here as high as it is on Earth?
You soaked in the warm water as you scrubbed away the filth. From the dirt to the dried blood and the pus from the electric wounds. Your hands traced the faint scars that covered your body. Little nicks from knives to full-on stab wounds from a certain relative.
Some days they felt like battle scars. You looked at them proud of how far you've come, how much you've survived from. Other days or most days you should say, they felt like your failures were on display. Whether from lack of awareness or for failing to save him.
The thought of him still makes you sad even though it's been years since it happened. It seems being in another world in a whole new situation couldn't shake his influence from your life. You aren't completely sure if that's a good or bad thing.
You finish your bath and apply first-aid to the minor wounds. You were quite skilled in this area from years of practice. Looking through the bag with a critical eye you choose one of the new outfits. It's unlike anything on earth. Both in style and fabric. Actually that's probably cause you were never able to afford high-quality clothes like this.
In typical Genshin fashion, it was asymmetrical with many accessories. You left most of the accessories in the bag and only wore the body suit pieces with the shirt and pants. Your feet cried in relief with the new socks and shoes.
As you finish doing your hair, someone knocks on the door. You open it to see a servant handing you a tray of food.
"Good morning, I'm here to deliver your food and a message." You take the tray from them and listen.
"The weekly festival and ritual for the creator will be happening this afternoon. As such Lord Kamisato has requested that you leave for Ritou after it. 'An oracle should attend even if not publicly. Especially as it's the Kamisato Clan's turn this week.' That is what Lord Kamisato message says."
Fuck. A ritual and festival for you? That's just begging for your bad luck to bite you in the ass again. You can already see yourself accidentally meeting Ei there.
"Thoma will bring you there after lunch. If you have any more questions please don't hesitate to ask." The servant gives you a moment to voice any questions before leaving.
Everything you wanted to ask isn't something they could have answered so it was best to wait till Thoma picked you up. You set the tray down and begin eating, it seemed this day wasn't going to be any less hectic than yesterday.
You were stuck in the estate while waiting for Thoma to pick you up. You couldn't leave in fear of meeting an enemy and dying. You may be the creator and should be a god therefore immortal. But did you really want to test that? No. You've skimmed by death enough times to know it's painful.
Trying to be productive you thought back on when you first arrived on Seirai Island. Now that you have a good identity with the Kamisato's approval you need to worry about living difficulties.
How will you get mora? A job would be best but you need one that allows you to travel around. You couldn't risk getting attached to one place in case your identity is compromised. It also can't be stationed in Inazuma meaning Komaniya Express was out of the question. The Adventurers' Guild was the only option.
You could probably sign up sometime during the festival but that could be risky if Ei requests their records to search for you. If the opportunity arises then you'll sign up today, if not then you'll do it in Liyue.
Since you'll be traveling around then a home or apartment isn't necessary. You'll probably need some camping gear to sleep and cook. Thankfully your life on earth has already taught you what you do and don't need. Plus a weightless game bag with little to no limit is priceless.
Now the hardest part is how you'll deal with the enemies. You don't know how to wield a weapon outside of a pocket knife and you had no controllable elemental powers. (The anemo and geo that helped you yesterday did not count. You couldn't actively call upon them.)
Learning a weapon was hard. A brand new skill and you weren't even sure which would work best with you. No vision, delusion (not that you would ever use one), gnosis, or main character powers like the traveler. You were really in a tight position, would the Guild even hire you?
The moment you think that you almost laugh at yourself. If reckless Pallad who was so weak he couldn't run away from slimes. Clueless Lynn that couldn't find apples or sunsettias unless they were handed to her. And Tiantian who doesn't even know what the Adventurer's Guild does could all be hired, then so can you.
That doesn't fix the initial problem as they all stay in their nations while you'll be traveling. Hilichurls and other monsters' aggressiveness may have been exaggerated for the games sake. But that doesn't mean they aren't aggressive and can't attack you.
A series of knocks matching a melody are heard on the door. Were you really deep in thought for that long?
Opening the door, Thoma stands on the other side with a smile. "Y/N, are you ready to get going? The festival is going to start soon and my lord went early with my lady to prepare the ritual. I can show you around it while we wait for the main event."
His fast-paced speech showed off just how excited he was. It was a cute sight. Would this count as a date?
"Yeah, I'm ready to go. Everything I have is in my bag."
"Perfect then let's get going." Thoma takes your hand and leaves the estate with you. You begin the trek with Thoma when you remember your original questions about the ritual.
"So this must be pretty popular if it's done every week. In the message Ayato sent me, he said it was the Yashiro Commission's turn. Does that mean the other Commissions take the other weeks? Who does the last week?"
"The last week is a collaboration of the Tri-Comission with the Elctro Archon in charge. We take the first week, the second week is the Kanjou Commission, and the third week is the Tenryou Commission. It's courtesy for each commissioner to attend them all but the Electro Archon only attends hers."
So no accidentally running into Ei at the festival? Perfect but you'll still be on guard. Ei may be the biggest threat but you haven't forgotten the others. Ayato, Yae, and Heizou were the top people to avoid to keep your identity. You had no choice but to meet Ayato and even though it worked out, you didn't want a repeat of that.
"Then the last one must be the most exciting. Can you tell me more about what to expect?" Thoma helps you past the rocky path as you are halfway to Inazuma City. His grip is tight when you jump off a particularly steep ledge.
"When we get there the ritual won't start yet but the festival will be in full swing. You'll be free to walk around and look at the stalls. Food, drinks, games, merchandise of the creator, and even some small plays."
"Merchandise and plays?" It's weird thinking that you have official merch. Especially since no one knows that you are the face of said merchandise. You'll probably need to buy some to upkeep your oracle schtick.
"Yup! Merchandise can range from posters, clothing, plushies, and even decorative food. The scriptures say that the creator is especially fond of F/F." Wow, they even know your favorite food.
"Would they be selling the actual food at the festival too?" Please say yes. You've been dying to eat something from your world. Teyvat is great and you don't miss your old life but that doesn't mean you don't miss the things you used to have there.
"Of course they do! Everyone loves to experience what the creator loves to feel closer to them. As for the plays, they differ every so often. Sometimes it's the classic 'Creator making Teyvat' while sometimes it's something more farfetched like 'Creator using the traveler and acolytes for their will'."
You're not sure if your wish is arrogant but you kinda want to see one of these plays. Hopefully, if you have the time you can watch one before the festival ends. You can see Inazuma City coming closer and closer.
"Then what exactly is the ritual?"
Thoma smiles mischievously at your insistent question. "You'll just have to wait and see. Since the creator sees through you best, we wanted it to be a surprise."
Sighing you give up, it didn't really matter since you'll be seeing it in person. You climb the steps and finally look around as the surroundings slowly got more colorful. Banners of you with a gold cloak on are situated all around.
Awed you let Thoma lead you deeper into the city. Many stalls were set up with everything Thoma said. The people were no longer NPCs with similar models and nearly identical clothes. Instead, people of all types were chatting as they walked the streets. Colorful kimonos, yukatas, and what were those called? Happi? Either way, the sheer variety and amount of people stunned you. The 'crowds' in Genshin always looked lackluster so this was a wonderful surprise.
All around you could hear everyone speaking about someone. About you.
"What a beautiful work of art. I'm sure the creator would be pleased if I hung this up in my house."
"The perfect figurine of the creator. I'm sure this shows only a fraction of their perfection."
"Mommy, can I please see the play? Mr. Sorahiko promised to do the play about the creator and the archons. It's my favorite one!"
"Yet again I had enough rent and a free day to attend the first ritual of the month. Our beloved creator always looks out for us."
Man, you weren't sure how they would react if they knew you were the creator. In fact would you even still be the same if you lived a year or two as the creator? You're most likely to get a savior or god complex judging by how they talk about you.
Thoma smiles at the sight of your excitement. The way your eyes never stop on one place for too long. Your fidgeting as if you can't wait to be freed and explore. He had made sure to have this time off to spend it with you. He wanted to spend as much time with you until you left.
"Y/N, I'll show you the best spots and places. Trust me when I say that-"
"THOMA!" Thoma is cut off by the yell of his name. The way his eyelids drop and his lips scowl for a second show his annoyance. Was this person super annoying or something?
It's an old man with balding white hair and a slightly hunched back. He's behind the counter of Shimura's restaurant. He must be the owner, Shimura Kanbei.
"Thoma get over here! I need to speak with you!" Yeah, you can definitely understand Thoma's annoyance now. From what you can remember Shimura only ever bitched about Uyuu restaurant. But he was also a samurai so maybe that's why he's so rowdy?
Thoma smiles apologetically at you and says, "Just give me a minute please." You nod and watch Thoma go to Shimura. They talk and Thoma seems very insistent on something while Shimura keeps refusing. Seems Thoma lost the argument by the way he walks back to you with a disappointed expression.
"I'm sorry Y/N, I won't be able to spend time with you like I wanted. I owe Mr. Shimura a favor and he wants to cash it in now. I tried to convince him to let me repay it another time but it seems he needs it now. Again I'm really sorry Y/N."
Thoma's head was hanging and his eyes were closed with resignation. It was like looking at a sad puppy who was being punished for breaking his toy. You can't resist reaching over to pat his hair.
His eyes shoot open in confusion but he doesn't move away. He only stares at you with an unreadable expression and an embarrassed flush. You can't help but laugh a little and move your hand away after getting your fill of patting him.
"Sorry if that was sudden. You just looked really cute, like a puppy. You don't have to apologize for doing your job Mr. Fixer. This isn't the last time we'll see each other so go ahead and help the old man."
He looks away with a smile when you call him cute. He enjoys the way his face feels hot when you are around. The feeling of your hand on his hair was surprising but very nice. He wished you left it there a little longer. Maybe even forever.
"Thank you Y/N, I'll finish this up quickly and then join you! But before I forget, here, this is for you from my lord and lady." Thoma takes out a thick pouch and hands it to you.
The clinking, weight, and shape of the pouch give it away immediately. You open it a little to see loads of mora inside it. You could kiss Ayato, Ayaka and Thoma. You were no longer broke! Eagerly you put it into your bag for safekeeping.
"Use the money for whatever you wish. It's a present from them."
'I'll be sure to thank them when I see them. And thank you too Thoma for delivering it and escorting me here. Now go finish helping Shimura, we can hang out afterward."
Thoma smiles and jogs back to Shimura. You wave goodbye before strolling down the street. Once you get to a less crowded area you sit down and open your bag.
The game screen pops up and although the pouch is no longer there, your mora has gone way up. Instead of 108 mora, it's now 150, 108 mora. Knowing someone else gave you this money purely for whatever you want is really nice... Is this how Zhongli feels whenever Hu Tao and Childe pay for him?
Well, you won't be using most of this money, an oracle that wishes to stay hidden should live a frugal lifestyle. Plus you never know when you'll need to pay someone off to keep your face hidden. Even still spending some of the money now to enjoy this festival wouldn't be that bad. Right?
With renewed enthusiasm, you set off to explore the stalls. You make sure to keep your eyes peeled for any signs of Yae or Heizou. But it's all smooth sailing.
You get to a stall selling F/F and buy one. The taste is wonderful even though it's not exactly the same as the one you used to eat on Earth. Spotting a different stall selling Tricolor Dango, you get closer.
There's a little sign that says. "Tricolor Dango Creator Edition! Limited Sale!" It seems even here merchants won't lose a chance to make mora. The Dango is blue, gold, and purple colored. Curious you buy one and try it.
It's actually really good and it felt slightly nostalgic. Looking at the second one you bought, you stare at it trying to recall where you've seen the colors before.
It hits you that it's the same colors of the Fates you wish for in Genshin. Blue for the 3 stars, purple for the 4 stars, and gold for the 5 stars. They sold this as the 'Creator Edition' does that mean they can see your wishes?
A loud sound interrupts your train of thought. You and a few other bystanders look over to see Gorou looking distraught at his Tricolor Dango on the floor. A knocked-down stack of boxes on the ground and oh boy, Yae Miko standing right with him.
You can't hear what Yae is saying to Gorou as he fixes the boxes. But you can see the very uncomfortable look on Gorou's face as she circles him. You want to leave, Yae is not someone you want to get the attention of.
Steeling yourself to turn around and walk away, you try to look away. Yet you can't stop looking at just how badly Gorou wants to escape her. It bothers you to no end. You glance at the Tricolor Dango he dropped. It's the same creator edition dango you bought.
You groan and start walking over to them. This was so stupid, you were so stupid. Reckless, dumb, softhearted and-
You continue to beat yourself up as you confidently walk over to them. Yae looks at you with slight confusion as you sling an arm around Gorou's shoulder. The look on his face is hilarious.
"Hey, Gorou! Good to see you came back to Narukami Island so soon. I know you came back for your gig at the Yae Publishing House but I never even got to see you. C'mon, let's hang out while we have the chance. Oh, and you must be the Yae Miko right? A pleasure to meet you, I hope you don't mind me stealing him. Thank you, goodbye~"
You drag out the last syllable as you simultaneously drag Gorou away. Yae doesn't follow you to your relief and Gorou simply lets you pull him away. Once you're far enough away you let go of his shoulder and take a step away.
"So uh about what I said. You know what let me just be honest. I'm the creator's oracle and that's how I knew all that personal information about you. You just looked super uncomfortable around Yae that I couldn't walk away." Rubbing the back of your neck you look at Gorou sheepishly.
"Wow, that's uh a lot to process at once but let me thank you first. I was really uncomfortable. She isn't some horrible person but I'm not the best at countering her teasing attacks. Thanks for helping me retreat from that situation." Yeah, you did it at the cost of your own safety.
Even still the way his tail wags a little as he speaks and his ears twitch makes you want to reach out and pet them. Now that you can properly look at him, it was incredible to see actual animal ears on a person. You try to tamper down your excitement but it's a little hard since they move so often.
That's also when you notice the way Gorou is staring at your dango. His poor dango was left on the floor and he does have a big sweet tooth. Ah it's just one dango, you can get more dango later. You hold your dango out to him with a smile.
"I'm pretty sure Yae startled you making you drop your dango. You can have mine, it's the same limited creator edition." Gorou seems a bit bashful at his obvious desire but takes it from you gratefully.
"Thank you again. Even though you know my name I would still like to properly introduce myself. I'm General Gorou of the Watatsumi Island resistance. Even though the war is over, we still have official duties to maintain peace which is why I commute over here. What's your name?"
"My name is Y/N, as I told you earlier I'm the creator's oracle. As proof, I do have a fan given to me by the Yashiro commissioner." You take the fan out and it glistens in the sunlight. Gorou's eyes widen at the sight of it. Was it really that influential?
"I mean I already mostly believed you simply by the information you knew but to have Lord Kamisato's fan is impressive. It's an honor to meet you Y/N being the creator's oracle must be an envious position. That also explains why my body was weirdly okay with you pulling me along."
He really believed it just like that? Gorou isn't from Narukami yet he held the fan in such high regard. You mentally thank Ayato and have a feeling you'll be thanking him a lot more after this.
Gorou finishes the dango in record speed while you spot a stall selling creator merchandise. Gorou follows your eyes and stands next to you, his soft tail brushes against your skin. Man, you really want to pet him.
"Do you want to check out that stall together? I mainly came here for the festival and I already completed the work I had to do. It would be great to explore the festival with you."
You nod excitedly and tug at his wrist. "I don't remember much before I became the oracle so I want to explore everything! It wouldn't be embarrassing for the creator's oracle to buy some of their merch right?"
"Of course not! There is a lot of good things only available during the festival. And afterward, I can show you the best spot to see the ritual." Gorou lets you pull him to the stall full of creator accessories.
Really you just wanted something that would make you seem like a big fan of the creator. Nothing super stalkerish level but noticeable to those who are cultish, like the acolytes.
You look around at the items on the stall with Gorou. Nothing catches your eye until you spot a bracelet. The design is what really drew your attention.
The bracelet was gold with Intertwined Fates and Acquaint Fates as charms. It's incrediably beautiful but also worrying. How did they know this symbol when it's only in the Wish system and Paimon's Bargains?
Right when you're about to ask the vendor, Gorou looks at it and says, "Oh, I recognize those, pretty aren't they? It's written in the scriptures that when the creator is close to coming back they will use stars with fate's design to input their will into their chosen acolytes. I'm lucky to be one of them."
So that's how they know. Quite clever how they input the word fate into it hinting at the name intertwined fate. Or was it the other way around?
"Such rich history. I may be knowledgeable in some areas concerning the creator but in others, such as the history, I'm lacking. I hope by traveling around Teyvat I can grow closer to the creator."
"Don't say that Y/N! You are like a signal officer for the creator, hold that position with pride. No one expects you to be perfect right away. I don't know you very well but I can already see how hard-working you are."
Well, he wasn't wrong. Making up a whole new identity in a new world is hard work. But you decided not to buy the jewelry or anything else. Who knows what kind of act you may need to use later on? Expensive jewelry like that could hinder you more than anything.
"Thanks Gorou, I'll do my best to live up to the title of oracle. But enough about that, let's continue exploring. In fact, do you smell that? I can basically taste all the food they have here."
Gorou perks up at your words and points toward another stall.
"Do you like sweet food? I know all the best ones here. Even if you don't we can start there with the dango milk, it's a good warm-up for the other treats!"
You follow Gorou to the stall and order your own dango milk. Thick, sweet, and a weird texture? You can see why Ei likes it but you can also understand why Wanderer hates it. In fact, knowing that Ei loves this is ruining the taste.
"Are you okay Y/N? You don't seem to enjoy it. If you don't that's okay, not everyone likes it."
"I'm fine but yeah I don't really like it. Maybe because it's too filing." You chuckle weakly. You were enjoying yourself so much that the thought of Ei really ruined your mood.
Gorou glances around before gently holding your wrist and leading you to an empty bench. He makes you sit down before giving a 'wait here' gesture and leaving. You look at his retreating form in confusion and simply sit there.
You didn't do a good job hiding your emotions just then but his actions were still confusing. Wouldn't someone normally just say encouraging things and leave it there? You just met him today after all.
While you were still wrapping your head around his actions, Gorou comes back holding a box. He sits next to you and opens the box while speaking.
"I'm in no position to make you talk or vent your frustrations to me but I'm a firm believer in speaking your mind. Muzzling up all your thoughts never helps anyone. I may not have the perfect advice or any advice but I'm a good listener. But if none of those things interest you then you can eat this box of sweets with me."
He opens the box showing it full of taiyaki, sakura mochi, sweet shrimp sushi, and berry mizu manjuu. The way he holds it in his lap while offering it to you is like some teenager confessing. Especially with how his ears flatten on his head with his tail wagging slowly.
You can't help but feel thankful that out of everyone that you accidentally slipped up in front of, it was Gorou. Not only because he was a good person, but because he was the type of person to not overlook someone else's problems. At least that was the impression you got from him when he chose the books that would help Watasumi Island in that one event.
You smile shyly and grab one of the fish-shaped Taiyaki. The jam is sticky and sweet mixing with the crunchiness of the shell well.
"Well, I can't say too much about it but you're right that speaking a little will probably help me." You take a deep breath before retelling what happened with Ei. Of course, you used metaphors, alias, and even more tricks to hide the real story while getting the main conflict across.
As you speak, your emotions bleed through. You take angry bites of your treats leaving little crumbs on the corner of your mouth. Gorou is intently listening and nodding along the whole time. Absentmindedly he reaches out and brushes away the crumbs.
Both of you freeze once the action is done. You pull away with a slight blush and Gorou yanks his hand back as his tail wags rapidly.
"I'm so sorry! I was so caught up listening to you that I did that automatically." His face is starting to get redder and redder with each word. He buries his face into his hands in embarrassment.
You grin devilishly at the opportunity that luck has presented you with. You weren't Yae but a chance is a chance. You would be a fool to give it up.
"I understand and don't worry I'm not bothered by it. Just a bit surprised. But it's a bit unfair isn't it?"
"What do you mean?" Gorou looks up from his hands as he feels a chill go down his spine.
"Well you got to touch me, shouldn't I get to touch you as payback?" Gorou's ears go straight up and his face all the way to his neck goes red.
"I'm talking about your ears of course! Your animal features are most similar to a Shiba Inu right? I would love to pet your ears." You can't tell if Gorou is relieved or disappointed by how he sighs.
"Y-Yeah, I guess I can allow that. Is it really that tempting?" He moves to sit by your side rather than in front of you. Now with him almost pressed against your side you pet his ears. Almost immediately he whimpers at your touch.
"Please. Please ignore the sounds, I can't exactly stop them." He basically begs you. With a small laugh, you decide to go easy on him and not comment on it. Instead, you focus on how his soft ears twitch under your hand.
As you continue quietly petting him, he seems to relax further into you. Before long the almost empty box of sweets is beside you with Gorou's head on your lap.
Was he sniffing you?… Should you take it as a compliment or as something creepy? Well it's normal for dogs to smell people and you weren't being any better petting him like this. So maybe you're both weird and it's best to ignore it.
His eyes are closed with his cheek laying on your lap. His tail wags rapidly thumping against the wood of the bench. He mumbles sounds of contentment with whimpering mixed in. It's an incredibly cute sight. To the point where perhaps everything you went through was worth it for this moment.
You sneakily pet his tail, to which his tail responds eagerly by wagging harder. Gorou is seriously lucky nobody is around to witness this. It's ironic how just like you helped him from Yae, he helped you deal with Ei. It makes you feel a certain sense of kinship with him. Even if yours was significantly more dangerous.
"Y/N, there you are!" You jump at the sudden yell of your name and Gorou immediately sits up straight. Gorou whips his head around a bit dazed trying to find the source of the noise.
"I'm sorry it took so long, where were you anyway? The ritual is about to start." Thoma jogs closer to you and Gorou- did Gorou just growl at him?
You stare at Gorou in slight disbelief, maybe he was still out of it from sleeping? Yet Thoma seemed to respond in kind by grabbing your hand and pulling you up onto your feet, away from Gorou.
"You were hanging out with Gorou? Makes sense as he tends to come over a lot for the festival and work."
Thoma's words may be friendly but the way he was staring at Gorou told a whole different story. Gorou stands up from the bench too with his ears straight up in alert. Gorou stares at him with a barely concealed growl while Thoma smiles with gritted teeth.
Holy shit, they were never this hostile before. Well, they never interacted or had any voice lines with each other but they are both just friendly people in general. Why the hell are they even fighting? You know what the cause doesn't matter anymore. You don't need this kind of attention coming towards your area.
"Alright hold it you two." You yank your hand out of Thoma's and stand between them. Giving them both cautious glances you try to clear up the situation.
"I and Gorou were just enjoying the festival since we ran into each other at a dango stall. He dozed off right when Thoma yelled my name. The growl wasn't intentional. And Gorou I'm sure Thoma was just worried due to the growl."
They both seem to want to say something but they shut up at the look you give them.
"You guys aren't angry are you? I mean we should be enjoying the festival for the creator especially since the ritual is about to begin."
"No, I'm not angry. I was just a bit startled by the sudden hostility." Thoma says trying to hold back his frustration. You raise an eyebrow at that seeing clearly what he was trying to hide.
"I agree with Thoma. It was a bit offensive that he believed I would hurt someone outside of battle but I'm guessing that he was just worried about you." The look they give each other once Gorou is finished tells their true feelings.
"Alright since neither of you are mad at the other, why don't you shake on it?" Were you just fucking with them? Yeah, but if they were going to tell stupid lies then you'll make them do stupid things. You still didn't fully understand why they were so mad at each other.
Nonetheless, they both robotically reach out and shake hands. You can easily tell how they are tightening their grip to bruise and intimidate each other. Thoma may have the height but Gorou is a general for a reason. They let go at a draw.
This was going to be fun. Smiling you link arms with them and start walking to the main area of the city.
"With that out of the way, we should head to the ritual. We need to get good spots to watch it after all. I still don't even know what the ritual is."
The atmosphere relaxes for a minute as both men admire the sight of you. Your strength and willpower to keep plowing forward with both of them in tow despite their spat. They give each other a dirty look behind your back before walking in step with you.
"We should go to the left side Y/N, you did say we could hang out once I was done helping Mr. Shimura."
"The right side is better. I did promise to show you all the best spots."
And here they go again. By the time you get to the main area where a crowd was slowly forming, you were ready to sit in the first spot and ignore them both.
Like an angel from heaven Ayaka strolls to your group with her practiced perfect smile.
"Y/N, are you enjoying the festivities? The ritual is about to start and I'll need to bring Thoma with me to help out behind the scenes."
You release Gorou and Thoma as Ayaka gets closer to you. You've never been so happy to see her before. Still aware of the people watching you only hover near her.
"It's been a lot of fun, everything looks beautiful. I'm going to get a good spot for the ritual thanks to Thoma and Gorou. But of course, I understand that you need to take Thoma. I'm excited to see what you and Lord Kamisato have prepared."
"I'm just as excited to see your reaction Y/N." Thoma walks over to Ayaka as cheerful as ever but you can clearly see the way his shoulder sag. You wave goodbye to them both and Gorou has a smug smile. The minute he sees you looking, his smile softens to something kinder.
"Alright Gorou, lead the way." You still didn't fully understand what's making them so hostile but honestly, it didn't really matter. They weren't hostile to you and you were leaving today anyway.
"It's just up these stairs, and-" Gorou's words are drowned out by an overwhelming sense of something watching you. More like someone you realize as the sight of pink fox ears flickers in the corner of your vision. Seems like Yae has decided to watch you or Gorou, maybe even both.
You sit down with Gorou and pay extra attention to manage your expressions. The last thing you want to do is slip up again. A huge crowd formed near the stage, it looked suffocating to be there. Thankfully the spot Gorou brought you to was still close but high enough that you weren't being trampled.
On the stage is a statue of yourself. The statue is holding the Inazuma symbol in its hands as if displaying it. This statue is made of stone instead of wood like the one in your temple. The clothing and hair were made of Obsidian while you were made of Jadeite. The most notable detail was how gold lines seem to follow your veins in the statue.
Was that some sort of reference to the story of the creator bleeding gold? From what you remember reading in the room in the Kamisato estate, the scriptures said "The creator's blood is like flowing gold. Sacred and holy. Never should it have to be shed, and if so, may the offender pay for bleaching their golden blood."
You sure as hell bleed red so it's most likely that it's metaphorical rather than literal. But how many people in Teyvat see it that way? You had a feeling everyone took that chapter literally instead.
Ayaka goes up on stage holding a box while other servants that you recognize from the estate follow her holding more boxes. She gives her box to someone else to hold before going to all the other boxes and taking out the contents.
Gold, jewels, jewelry, fabric, and bottles of something presumably fancy are laid at the feet of your statue. Two servants place incense at either side of you before Ayaka lights them. The smell is refreshing and vaguely reminds you of cinnamon.
Your body seems to relax automatically but you keep it still since Yae may still be looking. Just as you're about to comment on the smell, Gorou speaks up.
"I've always wondered what it smells like." What? Gorou who has a great sense of smell can't smell it? You look around to see nobody else reacting to the smell.
Quietly you ask, "What do you mean by that? I thought we were just too far away to smell it."
"The incense used for rituals is special. It's specifically made with elemental power. Its concentration to make the sticks is so fine-tuned that only the creator and archons can smell the true scent. Everyone else smells nothing or a indescribable smell."
Well bullet dodged, you almost got caught there. By claiming to smell something, you would have drawn way too much attention for something that couldn't prove you well enough. You nod quietly and look back to the ritual.
Ayaka had now opened the box she was carrying showing two elemental decorations. It made sense that it's the highest prized offering since the Kamisato Clan deals with elemental energy the most.
She places a beautiful Sakura made of ice near one incense and a crystalline Camelia near the other. They were both truly beautiful, you would have loved to take them with you.
Ayato strolls to the front from who knows where and kneels at the statue. Never did you think that you would see Ayato kneel and clasp his hands in prayer at a statue of yourself. Yet everyone takes his lead and kneels down. The moment you see Gorou kneel is when you follow along.
Ayato's voice rings out over the dead-silent area.
"We offer these humble gifts to the creator. Our one and only maker that sacrificed themself for their creations. From every pebble to all the blood that exists in Teyvat. They all belong to you. We will continue to worship and offer to you as long as we still have the oxygen to do so. Let your title be our dying last words as you take us from this world into your loving eternity."
Damn, if you forgot that basically all of Teyvat was a cult, you sure as hell remember now. Just yesterday you were joking and play fighting with Ayato and now he was praying to you to basically make sure that he dies thinking of you. At least you knew that your worries about him killing you weren't unfounded.
You hold back the sigh of relief when Ayato says 'Amen' and everyone stands back up. Thoma opens the gate to your statue as the rest of Kamisato Clan leave the small space. People form a line to the statue holding offerings and boxes.
Old, young, men, women, and other species besides human all go up to your statue with gifts. They place them down and mutter a short word of thanks before moving for someone else. You look over at Gorou who's watching everyone with you.
"I didn't know what this ritual was so I have nothing to offer this time. Do you have anything to offer?" Gorou smiles mysteriously at your question.
"Yes, but I already gave them my offering. Really, I and her excellency offered on behalf of Watatsumi Island but I still count it since I was the one who caught him. But you won't see him till the next part of the ritual."
Oh, was sacrificing the next part? It wouldn't be pleasant to see animals be sacrificed in your name but you could deal with that. You wonder what kind of animal Gorou caught.
"Well just let me know which one you caught." He nods and rests his head on your shoulder as the line finishes. You can still feel someone staring at you. It seems Yae still hasn't given up.
With everyone out of the area around your statue, the gate is closed and Thoma walks onto the stage pulling 3 people along. They're in chains and old ragged clothes. Cuts, bruises, and dried blood cover parts of their bodies. You hold your breath at the sight of them lined up.
Ayato walks to the front of the stage and Thoma forces all 3 people onto their knees.
"People of Inazuma, this week will be slightly different from the Yashiro's usual sacrifice. Instead of one, we have three prisoners with the highest amount and the worst crimes committed."
Ayato unsheathes his Amenoma Kageuchi, the sword you had maxed out for him. He points it at the first prisoner.
"This man was a samurai that used his status to kidnap, rape, and kill multiple children. For the lives and innocence of those children he will face capital punishment. May the creator carry out their will through his punishment."
Oh my god. Yes that man is horrible and if his punishment is execution then let it go through but in your name? No, no, you don't want that man's life on your consciousness. Ayato points at the second prisoner.
"This woman was caught by the Grand Narukami Shrine. Not only was she colluding with a foreign nation to start a war but she was also found poisoning the water supply in the Shrine. That resulted in many shrine maidens becoming permanently ill and even dying. It also damaged the Sacred Sakura, she will face capital punishment. May the creator carry out their will through her punishment."
Was he going to say that for all of them? How many people have been sacrificed in your name? You barely breathe in fear of choking and calling attention to yourself. Right before Ayato points at the third prisoner, Gorou points at them first.
"That man is the one I caught."
Such a simple sentence yet it made you so nauseous. Were you dumb or just in denial for wanting to believe earlier that he was talking about an animal?
"This man was caught on Watatsumi Island. He had been found planting multiple explosives near the crop and farms on their island. This would not only kill a good portion of their population but also ensure that they would starve in the upcoming winter. For the attempted murder of so many lives he will be charged with capital punishment. May the creator carry out their will through his punishment."
The prisoners keep quiet with their heads down. Were they feeling guilty, resigned or apathetic? Doesn't matter, for what they did they deserve capital punishment but not under your name. They were still living beings that should rot rather than be killed for a god that didn't even ask for it.
"After hearing the crimes of these individuals. What punishment will we carry out in the creator's and victims names?" Ayato's voice booms and the public responds in kind.
At first it was a jumble of yells for certain executions. Seeing all these people including children yelling out for punishment in your name left bile in your mouth. You weren't about to say that all life was precious and that killing them in general was wrong but you were selfish.
The main reason you were so against it was due to your own conscious. Because this whole scene is confirming something you never wanted to believe. Something you struggled to accept or deny.
The masses seemed to reach an agreement and Ayato announced to everyone.
"The samurai will be forced to commit seppuku, the shrine maiden will be beheaded and the arsonist will be burned at the stake."
The stage is a blur of movement as the crowd cheered. The roaring applause and yells of excitement made you dizzy. You watch in a daze yet hyperaware of everything.
It starts with the child abuser, Ayato forces the man's hands around what looks like the man's sword. Ayato forces him to stab himself in the stomach. Its dragged from right to left. The blood sticks to the sword as Ayato pulls it out, the sight is disgustingly familiar. The samuri has his hands handcuffed behind him as he is left to bleed out to death in front of everyone. You aren't quite sure but by the way his mouth is moving, he seems to be screaming in pain.
The guillotine must have been set up while you were watching the samurai. Ayaka forces the bound woman to her knees and closes the top trapping her head. The shrine maiden is muttering judging by her mouth movement. Ayaka raises her sword and at that moment, the shrine maiden yells above the noise.
"Oh, beloved creator! Take me into your sweet embrace and show them all the truth of this world! Just as I have done everything for you, please-"
Her words are cut off as her head rolls. Ayaka stands there with a bloody blade and a frosty glare. The woman's head is stuck in a pleading expression and tears drying on her face. Your hands slowly grow paler with every second. The sound of desperate pleading brings your attention to the arsonist.
The man is already tied to the stake with wood at the bottom of it. Thoma's vision lights up but instead of hitting the man with his fire, he simply lights the wood on fire. The fire licks the thrashing man's feet and grows up the stake.
You can't stop staring at the two men slowly dying. In seppuku someone is supposed to cut the head off but no one will do it. And usually with burning executions they add more wood and fire to hurry up the process yet no one is adding anything. These two men are rightfully suffering for their crimes but you can't help but feel isolated as the crowd cheers for the men being publicly tortured.
In your name, in your name. Their deaths are on your hands. Those lives were taken due to you. You already had someone else's life on your hands, how could you handle any more?
A soft touch on your shoulder makes you look toward the source. When did he even move his head off your shoulder? Gorou is looking at you with worry evident on his face.
"Are you okay Y/N?"
More than anything you want to say no. You want to hide away and forget the deaths you just witnessed. More than anything you want to cry and not worry about the consequences. But things like that are too good for you.
You are sure of it now. Your identity must be hidden forever. The minute anyone finds out your true identity is when you'll suffer a worse death than those prisoners. Your brain and body seem to finally catch up with reality. You give a sad smile to Gorou.
"This is something completely new to me. Truthfully I'm just confused about how to feel about all this. But the creator's feelings are echoing clearly. They are thankful and very happy to see how devoted Inazuma and its residents are but... At the same time, they can't help but feel sad too. Innocent people suffered and even though those criminals are getting their due punishment, they still feel love for them. Because all of Teyvat and its beings are their beloved creations."
Gorou nods his head in understanding before asking.
"But what about you? This must be pretty intense for you as it's your first time."
Gorou really was kind, he's still worried about you. It's too risky to ever open up like you did before but you still need to maintain a close relationship with him.
"You're right, I think I need to step away for a little while. The creator's feelings mixed in with mine are creating a mess." Gorou nods in understanding before holding your hand and leading you away. Your skin pricks at the feeling of being watched so intensely.
Your mind is running a mile a minute to categorize everything you've learned. To think of a plan on what you'll do when you get to Liyue. Yet every time you go into the deep crevices of your mind with thoughts like 'Should I just live in the wilderness forever?' It's Gorou's hand that grounds you back to reality.
Reliable as ever you think to yourself as he sets you down on a bench near the Inazuma City entrance. It's funny how you are being taken care of by him twice in your first meeting. It seems even knowing how he gave a horrible man as a public sacrifice isn't enough to dissolve your love for him.
In fact your love for Ayato, Ayaka, and Thoma as people still existed in your heart. For years you had Genshin and it's people as your only source of safety and comfort. Despite your fear and desire to be away from Ei, you still wished that she would have some form of happiness too.
"Do you want to talk to me about it? If not then I can just sit with you until you're feeling better."
"It's fine Gorou, you should just go ahead and enjoy the rest of the ritual. That man you caught almost did irreplaceable damage to Watatsumi after all."
"You may be right but he's already suffering his due punishment. I'd rather help out my comrade than spit on the defeated enemy."
Gorou's words though encouraging will only lead to more trouble. Not only would you start becoming dependent on Gorou if you relayed your troubles in another metaphorical tale. But Yae's eyes are still watching you and it's quiet enough that her ears won't miss a sound.
Hmm, this plan might be risky but risk is necessary to trick Yae. You chew on your bottom lip while looking away from Gorou.
"I'm just a little sick. All the sugar and excitement wasn't the best combination for my stomach. Just let me have a breather and I'll be good to go. Go on ahead without me, I'll be fine."
Gorou is about to retort but a yell of "General Gorou!" cuts him off. A Watatsumi soldier stands closer to the main area waving their hands.
Gorou sighs and stands up with his tail drooping. He looks apologetically at you while you only smile nervously back.
"Don't worry about me Gorou. Just go ahead, I'll catch up later."
He nods and leaves. Once you're sure he's out of sight you slump against bench in relief. A matching sigh of relief leaves your lips as you tilt your head back and close your eyes.
"Well, aren't you a sneaky one?"
You hide your smile by rapidly sitting up straight almost hitting Yae who was behind you. Her teasing chuckle as you move to stand up and spin around to face her, lets you know that it was successful.
"No need to stand up little one. You're quite skittish for someone that managed to pull that cute doggy general away from me."
You duck your head and look away with a nervous chuckle.
"It's just that I was startled by you. I really mean no offense Ms. Yae." You finish speaking and can't stop your teeth from biting your inner cheek.
Yae smiles at your little tell as she places her hand over her mouth mockingly.
"Startled? By me? I believe you aren't being entirely truthful. But it's fine by me if you want to keep up your little lie. It's just that..."
Your eyebrows pinch in worry as she trails off. She stays silent as you begin fiddling with your hands.
"You'll have to be my precious 'friend' seeing as you stole Gorou from me earlier. At least for a little while."
You light up at her words and smile. Relief is clear in your face as you hold your hands together in front of you.
"Isn't that more of a good thing? I mean everyone says that you are very popular. I guess all the talk about kitsune biting was false!"
You immediately slap a hand over your mouth as Yae laughs at your words.
"Do we now? You must have heard such things from one of my editors."
Your cheeks take a light pink hue as she steps closer and peers down at you. Her gaze is piercing and you turn your head away slightly.
"I-I'm so sorry! Please don't eat me!" You speak with a pleading tone and your eyes screwed shut.
A little zap from her electro-fox hits your forehead making you look at her in confusion.
"I'm not going to eat you little one. My word, do I really have that fearsome of a reputation? That does make me wonder why a little lamb like you is wearing a gold kitsune mask if you are so scared of being eaten."
Time to see if you've built up enough credit for your trick to work. Your eyes wander around the area refusing to look her in the eyes. Your lips start to turn a little red from how harshly you're biting it.
"It was just pretty."
"Even though it's broken?"
"...it was cheaper that way." Your eyes are a little glossy from embarrassment. Your lips tremble as you stare sadly at the ground.
There was an awkward silence after you spoke. On the outside Yae isn't affected by your words but you caught the way her ear flickered for a moment. She's feeling a bit guilty.
Yae was arrogant and for good reason too. But it was also this arrogance that helped you get to the point where she won't ask about the mask anymore.
She can't help but feel the need to tease someone easily embarrassed like Gorou. By mimicking that flustered state with a dash of enthusiasm due to your first appearance being so energetic. You made yourself a perfect target for her to underestimate.
This paved the way for her to feel superior to you. That's why such an easily faked tell like biting your lip or really any area of your mouth worked so well. Made sense since most highly skilled people find the beginner tasks the hardest after they become masters. Something about being too used to harder things makes them either look too deep into simple things or overlook it completely.
You only could pull this act and not reveal your oracle due to Yae not feeling any bond. Ayaka didn't feel any bond or familiarity because you never pulled her. You didn't pull for Yae either and it seemed your theory is correct. Since she doesn't sense your divinity, she has no real interest in you besides your mask.
You can only hope that you managed to swindle her enough for her to lose interest in you completely. She wasn't heartless but she also had no problem leaving people to suffer unless it concerns someone she cares about.
The smell of burning flesh reaches the area and your act falters. You cough and wipe away a small tear. You peek at the fire that completely enveloped the arsonist and the black smoke rising. Your face grimaced at the sight of it. Was that samurai still bleeding to death?
Even from far away you can hear the people cheering as the stake falls down. You can imagine the way the burnt corpse crunches as it hits the ground. Was that shrine maiden head and body still there as it grows cold and stiff?
Yae tilts your head to look at her using her wand stick. The ribbons tickle your skin as you look up at her making sure to keep your eyes reminiscent of a doe.
"If you think your little act was enough to fool me then you're wrong." Shit, did she see through you at any point? No, it can't be. The only thing you let slip was your distaste.
"Stepping away from the ritual to avoid watching any more of the bloodshed is quite selfish. It's our job as the creator's subjects to dirty ourselves with blood in order to keep our creator pure." You recognize this from the book you translated to read. It spoke about the people of Inazuma only offering blades never used, therefore 'clean' to the archon. It seems it applies even more to you as the creator.
"Inazuma is filled with bloodshed, I suggest you learn to live with it. The Shogun fought numerous wars for this nation and even more for the creator."
You keep your mouth shut. As much as you would like to retort and speak against it. You really can't afford to bring any more attention to yourself. Your safety is on the line.
You keep a sad and guilty look on your face as you listen to her.
"Are you from Inazuma? It's honestly quite disappointing if you are, a resident not knowing Inazuma's history with the creator is a crying shame."
Shame bubbles up within you for not being able to speak your true thoughts but you use it to your advantage instead.
"I'm sorry... I just don't know how to read. I'm one of the residents forced out of Yashiori Island due to the war and tatarigami. I'm really sorry."
Another silence ensures and you don't even have to look at her to see the pitying look. It seems you were right about her feeling bad for those affected by the war. It was only a guess due to the counseling services she holds for samurai returning from war but it paid off.
"Don't look so pitiful like that, you're making me look like the bad guy. Nevertheless, ignorance is not an excuse to do wrong. I expect to see you stay for the whole ritual next time."
Yae only gives you a glance before leaving. You keep your head down as her footsteps slowly get quieter. You wait an extra second before slumping onto the bench and groaning.
This was exhausting, you couldn't wait to be on the boat to Liyue already. As you sat there trying to ignore the loud cheers from the main area thoughts of what Yae said kept trickling in.
It's the people's job to be dirty with blood for the creator? Bullshit. Even if some people were overzealous and wanted to sacrifice evil people, they shouldn't force other regular believers into it!
Just how many people were peer pressured into joining the cult's violent nature? If this whole creator religion started so long ago then what if those who refused to participate were turned into sacrifices? That would have forced people to join in fear of being killed.
After centuries or even millenniums of this pattern, this obsession and violence became normal and even expected behavior. As much as you enjoyed almost everyone's company, you could not afford to stay even a day longer. They may start expecting you to join in on stuff like this. You are no stranger to death and violence but Teyvat was supposed to be your chance to change. Not for you to find a new reason to inflict harm, especially for a religion about yourself.
Through the smoke and noise of everyone partying, you can smell the incense Ayaka lit earlier. Just a few minutes to relax you tell yourself. Bringing your knees to your chest to sit in a fetal position on the bench, you hide your head. You watch two cats play fight nearby as you think.
You just need a minute to decompress.
The beginning with Gorou wasn't the best but I think I got it to improve as the chapter went on. The real struggle was Yae. Personally I'm not that fond of her and writing her was hard. I hope all you Yae lovers weren't too offended, I really did do my research to keep her in character.
This was actually half of a chapter but I really wanted to publish something. 10K words here instead of 15K like the other one is progress in my book. I'm trying to find a happy middle of 'long enough that it doesn't drop off' and 'not long enough that editing makes me cry'. Besides I wanna spread out the trauma I'm giving reader. Gotta save some for next chapter. All the comments and hearts are very appreciated!
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Fr bro I love your energy! Noritoshi is so pretty and so criminally underrated. Keep up the good work in making more of us lusting publicly for him. You've done amazing job! That boy well-deserved it :)
tysm!! I try to open the eyes of the public to his qualities. join my cult yall, Noritoshi is so good listen to me.
but on the topic of energy, whether you're high or low energy, Noritoshi loves it. the only difference is how he reacts to it.
Let's say you're low energy or prefer subtlety in your affection..
Noritoshi will initiate first! ..after a while... in his own way.... He needs to gather enough courage and collect his thoughts properly, then hes good to go! He prefers more subtle displays of affection too, but if needed he'll be blunt about it. He'll learn to adapt to slightly teasing remarks, going as far as to banter and tease back, moreover he's just very loving. So loving it can be embarrassing from time to time because of how intense the atmosphere can get.. the best way he can be described here is princely.
A small smile forms on Noritoshi's lips when he feels you're around. He turns to you, already memorizing each and every quirk you have so that he doesn't waste any time setting his sights on you again. His hands reach out to tug on your sleeve as he looks at you with a gaze so needy you can practically tell what he's about to ask. "May i hold your hand?"
His voice comes so smooth that if you didn't know him, you would've missed the twinge of desperation it carried. You couldn't help yourself, you shook your head, a mischievous grin slowly creeping onto your lips at the sight of Noritoshi's pouted lip. Of course he'd do as you say even if it was clearly unfair, but not without some complaints.
He clicks his tongue, a quiet mutter of "cheeky.." escapes under his breath. He knows you do this on purpose to mess with him, he was tempted to beg a little, but decided against it. it was an embarrassing thought to begin with. Seriously, how mean can someone be to make a guy think like this? ..Extremely, if the guy's pouting is cute enough!
Noritoshi lifts his hand to his chin, thinking of the many ways he can try to get around this obstacle you cruelly placed in front of him. He leans in close, hovering next to you as he usually does when he thinks. He faces you as who knows what goes on in his head, his closed eyes not even giving you a hint as to what he could be thinking. "Ah, pardon me, I got lost in thought. I suppose i can keep my distance, so long as you keep looking at me with that charming gaze of yours."
Ah, so he was just winding up for a pick up line. How lame, but.. get used to it. He's going to shadow behind you the entire day with more one liners like that unless you shut him up yourself.
Wait.. was that his plan?
The faint sly smirk tugging on the corner of Noritoshi's lips and the warm hue on the apple his of cheeks are all you need to figure out the rest.
If you're high energy or prefer more blunt methods of affection..
Noritoshi gets overwhelmed and flustered from such raw approaches from you that he comes off as a bit rude. It's only because you make his heart so full that he needs to shut you down or else he'll do something embarrassing!! He wants to impress you, of course he enjoys your advances very much, but it's not very slightly to see someone like him act like a crushing school girl!! or so he thinks.
Noritoshi yelps in surprise as you snake your hands around his waist from behind. He doesn't push you away or even move for that matter, he's frozen stiff. Is he still alive? Like any good lover would, you benevolently press your ear against his back to listen for a heart beat.
..You didn't hear anything until the sound of Noritoshi sharp inhale came through. That was unexpected, but it works. He squirmed a little, seemingly trying to shrug you off but quickly giving up, accepting the fact that you've got him trapped. "You imbecile, e-enough of this!" he scolded, though he made no actual effort to stop you.
Noritoshi remains stiff for the most part, but looking at the back of his increasingly flushing neck reassures you that he is, indeed, alive. He's just being stubborn! Not turning or even a greeting, just rude name calling again! You raise one hand and place it over his heart to hold him tighter in your embrace.
As expected, its practically pounding against his chest. He swats your hand away and finally turns back to you with those cute furrowed brows and rosy cheeks. "You're such a bully, you know that?" he huffs out, any semblance of sternness failing to take effect as his jutted bottom lip quivers.
Mercifully, you finally let go and spare him by not pointing out the quiet whine he let out. He stumbles forward and turns around to face you fully, trying to keep an eye out for any more of your stunts while he catches his breath. He felt so dizzy from being in your arms, if he were held for a moment longer, he surely would've melted right then and there.
Noritoshi's hands trembled as he smoothed out his clothes, his mouth opening and closing as any and all words died in his throat. He wanted to yell at you for being so forward, for giving him no chance to prepare, for letting go of him, for a lot of things..! Yet he just pouted as he tried to calm the flush on his face.
His hands instantly whipped up in front of him when he noticed you took a step towards him. He can't handle another display of affection right now, he'll go weak at the knees! But how can you hold back when he's just so damn cute?
The most likely outcome is a mixture of both with a heavy leaning towards one. Either way, you're very right!! He's extremely pretty.
#noritoshi#kamo noritoshi#noritoshi kamo#noritoshi x reader#kamo noritoshi x reader#noritoshi kamo x reader#ezralva#cw: shotty writing from an amateur writer who is desperate for you to see his vision and why hes frothing at the mouth over a guy#could you feel the yandere undertones. i couldnt help myself. sue me#basically you give him enough time to gather his rizz if youre low energy but jumpscare the fuck out of him if youre high energy#and you know how he handles jumpscares according to this cult#heh#oh and you got me kicking my feet and shit bro#lusting publicly for him.... i couldnt word it better myself#thats the entire reason for having a cult and indoctrinating the public. ty my beloved cult member#BUT YEAH. LIKE I HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY AND BRAIN POWER DEDICATED TO THIS MAN#I GOTTA INFECT OTHERS CAUSE HES SO. RIPS OFF MY FACE#TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT. I EAT THOSE UP MORE THAN ANYTHING. I LOVE YOU BRO#GOD HE *****DOES***** DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION FUCK. HES SO!!!!!!!!! //PUNCHES MYSELF
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real- eddie munson
summary: jason carver won’t leave you alone, so you ask an unexpected someone for help.
wc: 4.0k
pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: making out, this is my first fic so shitty writing maybe, unedited
eddie sat at the bench and drummed his fingers, slightly impatient. after a few seconds, he pulled the tiny piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. his fingers ran over the words you hastily scrawled, rushing before mrs. o’donnell caught you passing notes. ‘woods behind the football field after school. asap’ the note read, the words slightly smudged from folding it before letting the ink dry. he wondered what you wanted, wondered why you couldn’t indulge the tiniest bit of information, just so his mind wouldn’t race, the way it was now. the two of you had never really spoken, just polite smiles given in class, if he managed to catch your eye. you ran with different crowds. he was the freak of hawkins— in a cult, corrupting young minds, dressed outlandishly in all black, and a twenty year old high school senior. you were simply an angel on earth. a cheerleader, but kinder than most of the girls on your team. you were smart and gorgeous. you were always willing to help anyone out with their studies. eddie was nearly failing, but for some reason, he could never pluck up enough courage to speak to you. he wasn’t even sure that you knew who he was. every time he got close, your bright smile damn near knocked him off his feet. eddie swore that you were the sweetest person in the entire world.
eddie glanced at his watch. 20 minutes after school let out. he wondered if he was somehow wrong about you, if you had lured him out here as some kind of prank. he looked around, wondering if jason and his posse were waiting behind trees and bushes, ready to jump out at him. just as he was about to call it quits, he heard twigs snapping and rushed footsteps heading towards him. you appeared, looking flushed and apologetic.
“i’m so, so sorry,” you said quickly. “i tried to get here fast, but people kept stopping me and jason wouldn’t leave me alone and-”
“‘s alright,” eddie smiles, cutting your rant off. “you’re here now.”
the girl beamed, still looking guilty for leaving him waiting for so long. moments of awkward silence passed as you stood awkwardly and eddie looked at you expectantly. you gestured to the picnic table and sat across from eddie. “um, about that note,” you began. “i don’t really know how to start this, honestly. it’s kinda weird and i don’t want you feeling obligated to do anything for me.”
“look who you’re talkin’ to,” he smirks. “i think i can handle weird.” the corners of your mouth tugged up into a smile again.
“o-okay.” you took a deep breath. “i guess the short version of it is that jason carver won’t leave me alone. he keeps hitting on me and asking me out and it’s making me uncomfortable and honestly, i didn’t know what else to do.” you frowned at yourself. “well, i guess i could have come up with something else, but this way would be more effective, i think.” at this point, you were talking to yourself and eddie was still as confused as ever.
“what would be more effective?” he asked.
“um, i wondered if you would be my fake boyfriend?” you half-whispered, wishing that you had just given up in the idea. getting jason off your back was not worth this much embarrassment.
“sure.” the answer came easily. you blinked, not sure if you heard him properly.
“r-really?” you spluttered.
“sure. it’ll get carver off your back, and i get to pretend that a pretty girl actually wants to be my girlfriend.”
“o-okay,” you said. “i’m not exactly sure what to do now.” you laughed sheepishly. “in my head, you thought i was a freak and in some scenarios, you ran screaming.” he laughed at that, and all you could think of was how much you loved his laugh. in that moment, you thought you could listen to that sound for the rest of your life and never get tired of it.
“you? a freak?” eddie exclaimed. “hell no. i’m the freak, and you want to be seen with me?” you shrugged, not offering an explanation. “are there any rules, then? this is fake, so i don’t know what you’re comfortable with, touching wise. i mean, it’ll be weird if we never touch each other, right? isn’t that what couples do? i mean, tommy h and carol spent most of their junior year groping each other in the hallway.”
you gigged at his rambling. “don’t tell me you’ve never been with anyone before, eddie.”
he scoffed. “i’ve been with girls, y/n. however, it’s never been long enough to hold hands in the hallway and be so sweet that everyone around us wants to gouge out their eyes at the sight of our undying love.” he rolled his eyes at the last part, smiling sarcastically. “totally fine with it, though. never met anyone that made me want to stay the night.”
you eyed him curiously. “i’m okay with anything,” you said. “let’s just ease into it. i’ve never actually done anything before, so just give me warning, i guess.” at that eddie’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“are you serious? never kissed anyone or held hands or anything?” you shook your head, embarrassed again. “well, then i won’t do the big things. want them to be real for you.” you smiled at his words, feeling a warmth spread throughout your chest and all over your body, making your fingertips tingle. “you need a ride?”
you hesitated, then nodded. “sure. i usually walk, but i guess this is a part of a relationship.” eddie led you out of the woods to his van and drove you home. the ride was a bit awkward and eddie tried to turn down his music to a reasonable amount. he was happy when he noticed you bobbing your head along to ozzy. when he dropped you off, you gave him your number on a slip of paper. wishing him a good rest of his day, you watched his van peel out of the cul de sac, giggling to yourself as you realized that he drove a lot more carefully with you in the car. the rest of the night, you felt as though you were on autopilot, unable to think of anything else but eddie munson.
the next day, eddie picked you up. you surprised him with a donut that your mom had bought. he beamed when you handed him the sugary treat. “i could get used to this!” he joked. the ride to school was slightly less awkward than the night before. you asked him about his classes and offered to help him in o’donnell’s class or any other class.
once in school, you went about your day normally. you did your best to pay attention in your classes, but you found yourself thinking of eddie’s smile, how beautiful he was. you smiled to yourself at how comfortable he made you feel. your smile faded as you remembered that this wasn’t real, he was just doing you a favor for a bit. you shook your head and tried to put eddie out of your head, focusing on your schoolwork.
after your third period, you headed to your locker before lunch. as you switched out your books, you felt a person saunter up beside you. “hey, y/n,” the person said. you groaned internally. jason carver. shoving your binder into your bag and slamming your locker shut, you turned to the jock.
“hey, jason,” you said with a fake smile. “what’s up?”
he smirked and you grimaced internally, knowing that he thought he was the hottest guy alive. “some of the guys and i were going out tonight to see that new horror film. couple of ‘em are bringing dates and i was wondering if you’d like to join me?”
“um, no thanks. i have plans.”
“c’mon, y/n, don’t be like that.” he reached up to caress your cheek, in what he assumed to be a sweet gesture. instead, you felt like throwing up in your mouth. “some of your cheer friends are going. don’t be a drag.”
“hey, she said no.” you recognized eddie’s voice behind you. relief washed over you. eddie kissed your cheek, and you smiled, leaning into his touch. you tried to hold back your laugh as you watched jason try to keep his expression calm, but you could see anger and disbelief in his eyes.
“munson. what are you doing here?” jason sneered.
“meeting with my girl,” eddie said. your stomach fluttered at his words. “not that it’s any of your business anyway. she told you no, carver. go back to your circle jerk-off and leave my girlfriend alone.”
“y/n, you’re dating this freak?” jason said in disbelief. “you know he’s the leader of a cult, right? that’s what that stupid hellfire thing is. i’m just looking out for you here, babe.”
“don’t call her that!” eddie snapped. he took a couple steps towards jason, getting up in his face. “she’s not your girlfriend, dickhead. now, leave her alone or else.” jason glared at eddie furiously, before scoffing and shoving him away. he stomped off and you realized your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.
“thank you,” you said, giving him a quick hug. “but you nearly got into a fight. this isn’t worth you getting suspended.”
“of course you are,” he said easily. “come on, i’m starving.” the two of you walked to the cafeteria, hand in hand. you attracted quite a few stares and whispers, but eddie squeezed your hand, willing you to ignore everyone. it was a strange feeling, having someone to hold onto. you couldn’t remember the last time you held someone’s hand, romantically or not. to you, it seemed that your hands were made to hold his. your fingers intertwined perfectly and his warmth was very comforting.
eddie led you to his table, where the other hellfire members sat. he sat down in his seat and motioned for you to sit in the empty chair next to him. the other boys at the table eyes you curiously. you sat down quietly, giving everyone a soft smile, but not wanting to maintain eye contact for too long.
“who’s that?” a curly haired boy said loudly.
“this is y/n, my girlfriend,” eddie said proudly. “y/n, this is gareth, jeff, and grant. that asshole is dustin and that’s mike and lucas. those three are freshies.” every single guy at the table’s jaw dropped.
“your girlfriend?” dustin spluttered. “since when do you have a girlfriend? and a pretty one at that!” you covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh. eddie looked offended.
“well, screw you, henderson.” the group laughed at his pathetic comeback and then the boys broke into separate conversations amongst themselves.
you leaned in close to whisper to eddie. “i didn’t know we were lying to other people about us. i thought it was just for jason.”
eddie shrugged. “seemed more realistic to me. you don’t have to introduce me to your family if you don’t want to, though.”
“no, i-i can. i just didn’t know what you wanted to do.”
“hey, love birds!” mike’s voice cut through your hushed conversation. “you coming to hellfire tomorrow night, y/n? we’re in the middle of this epic campaign.”
you glanced nervously at eddie, unsure how to reply. “if you guys want me there, i can come, i guess. is that okay, eds?” you decided to try out a nickname, just to make your fake relationship seem more real. his cheeks turned slightly pink and he smiled at you.
“‘course, my girl is welcome to anything.” he grabbed your hand, and you fought the giddy laughter you felt bubbling up in your chest.
the rest of the day went by, and once more, eddie drove you home. you gave him a quick hug and raced into your house. you had decided earlier in the day to do something nice for eddie’s club, since they had invited you to watch their campaign, which was mostly unheard of, according to gareth. you decided on chocolate chip cookies, as those were usually a crowd favorite.
the next day was the same. eddie picked you up and drove you to school. you sat with hellfire at lunch. the only difference was that jason never had the chance to come up to you, as eddie had taken it upon himself to walk to each one of your classes. “what about you?” you protested, unable to keep the smile off your face. “you’ll be late!”
“you’re worth it, sweetheart,” he’d said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. your heart skipped a beat at his actions, and you refused to remember that this was just for show. that afternoon, you stayed at school after the final bell had rung. you met eddie at your locker, and he led you to the hellfire room, where everyone was already waiting.
“shit, we don’t have another chair,” eddie said, looking around the room. he took his place on his throne and smirked at you. “guess you’ll have to sit on my lap. unless you want to stand the entire time?” the boys groaned.
“can you not do that shit in front of us?” dustin complained. “some of us value our virgin eyes.” you giggled at his theatrics.
“i have something for you guys, before you start,” you said shyly. eddie looked at you, confused, as you hadn’t told him about surprising the club with a special treat. you brought out the container of cookies from your bag, and let them pass it around the table. it was heartwarming to see their faces light up at the cookies.
“no way!” lucas exclaimed. “eddie, you didn’t tell us she baked!” he moaned as he took a bite from a cookie. “this is the best cookie i’ve ever fucking tasted.” you beamed as the rest of the table agreed.
you inconspicuously sat in eddie’s lap, feeling his warm hand on your waist as you adjusted yourself. the campaign began and you were immersed in the world of dungeons and dragons. it was a fascinating game and you found yourself rooting for the team to defeat whatever monsters or obstacles eddie threw at them. at one point, you got up to use the bathroom and while you were gone, dustin said, “i like y/n. she’s really nice. and her cookies are really good.”
the table agreed and mike added, “please don’t let her go. none of your other hookups ever wanted to be a part of hellfire.” eddie smiled as he thought about what the club had said. he was lucky. it had only been a few days, but you had easily slipped into his life and routine. you returned and snuggled back into eddie. gareth had given him a knowing look.
the hour and a half flew by rather quickly, and everyone gathered their papers and bid you and eddie good night. “wanna come over to my place?” he asked you, as you walked to his van. “my uncle’s probably heading to work right about now, so we’ve got it to ourselves.” you hesitated before nodding.
once at his trailer, you called your mom to let her know you were at a friends and you’d be home late. eddie put on a movie and gestured for you to join him. he offered you a joint, and you shook your head.
“never smoked before?” he asked, looking amused. you shrugged sheepishly. “i can teach you, if you’d like.”
“sure.” eddie showed you how to inhale, hold it in, and then exhale. you took a drag and immediately started coughing up a lung. eddie laughed at you, and once you stopped choking on air, you started laughing too. “oh my god, that’s so embarrassing!” you shrieked with laughter.
“no, that was good,” he assured you. “everyone coughs the first time. and the second and third and maybe fourth.” you rolled your eyes at him.
“can i try again?” you took a shorter drag this time and only coughed a tiny bit. your face lit up. “eds, i did it!”
“good job, baby,” he laughed. the two of you fell silent, taking turns with the joint, somewhat paying attention to the cheesy horror film eddie was put on. your head was beginning to feel woozy as the high set in. your head was full of thoughts about eddie. you were very aware of how close the two of you were and how he called you ‘baby’. eddie was thinking of you, as well. how well you interacted with his friends, how you called him ‘eds’. it made him weak in the knees. he tried to shake off those thoughts, knowing you didn’t actually like him. this was just get jason off your back.
“hey, eddie,” you giggled. you snuggled close into his chest and he swore his heart was beating so loud and fast, the entire park heard it. your hand was draped lazily across his stomach, and he was very aware of how close it was to the waistband of his black jeans. “you smell nice, did you know? and you have pretty eyes. and hair. and everything.” your voice sounded gone and eddie laughed.
“y/n, baby, are you high?” he teased. you shook your head.
“noooo,” you said. “i’m fine, i am just feeling a little weird and floaty, but i like it.”
“take a nap,” he said. “sleep some of this off, and i’ll take you home, okay?” you don’t really remember the rest of the night, but you woke up in the next day in your own bed, with your mother shaking you, telling you that your ‘friend with the loud music’ was here to pick you up.
weeks and months went on, with mostly the same routine. eddie would take you to school and take you home. on hellfire days, you’d bring snacks for the club members and occasionally, you’d hang out at eddie’s trailer or your house. you introduced him to your parents and you met his uncle wayne. the two of you felt so right together that you almost forgot why you came together in the first place. stares from jason had subsided weeks ago. he’d stopped badgering you about a month before that. eventually, everyone at school had gotten used to seeing the two of you together. eddie’s grades had even risen a bit, due to the time you spent together where you forced him to study even a little. eddie took every opportunity he could to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, forehead, anything.
one night you were hanging out with eddie, getting high and watching a movie, same as always. you were cuddling with eddie, bodies intertwined so you couldn’t tell where you ended and where eddie began. it occurred to you that no one was around, and there was no reason for you to be cuddled up. you shifted slightly, and eddie’s grip around your waist tightened, keeping you close. the same warmth that you felt whenever he touched you in any way spread over your entire body. you must have sighed, because, all of a sudden, eddie had your face in his hands, searching your eyes while asking if you were okay.
“what’s gonna happen when this is over?” you said, tears forming in your eyes. “jason has moved on. why are we still pretending?” eddie didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know what to make of his silence and the weed and alcohol weren't making your brain work normally. you rambled on, “i mean, of course i don’t want to pretend anymore. i spend all my time with you. i think only about you. i caught some guys eye in my science class and he winked at me and i felt dirty. i felt like that was disrespectful to you and then i remembered that this isn’t real and i can go out and kiss anybody i want. anybody i want!” you took another liong sip of beer, your words slurring together now. eddie looked concerned and grabbed it from you, taking your second half smoked joint, as well. “but, i only wanna kiss you, munson. i wish you would just kiss me!” you crawled onto his lap and got up in his face.
this entire time, he hadn’t said anything. you put his hand on your cheek and he rubbed his thumb on you face. you leaned into his touch and glanced at his lips. “are you sober?” he asked quietly.
you shrugged. “had some of this, had some of that. you know.” you laughed at yourself. eddie smiled.
“come on, baby. let’s sleep this off and then we’ll talk, okay?” you bobbed your head and he led you to his room, you nearly falling on your face after tripping over your own feet. once in his bed, you snuggled into him, breathing in his scent. eddie stroked your hair until you fell asleep. eddie tried to sleep as well, but your words kept him awake. were you serious? or were you so cross-faded that you made up an entire confession of your affection?
eddie dozed off, and hours later, he woke to your groaning. “my head,” you moaned. “i’m never doing that shit again.” eddie rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up.
“i’ll get you some ibuprofen and water,” he said. when he returned, you took the pill and flopped back onto your pillow, pressing it on your head. “hey, um, do you remember earlier? like, what we were talking about?”
you turned and blinked at him, still looking incredibly sleepy and miserable. “kinda? it’s a little blurry.” that was a lie. you’d have to be blackout drunk to forget what you did, probably not even then. eddie’s face fell a bit, but he recovered quickly.
“what do you remember?” he asked.
“i-i remember drinking and smoking. i remember cuddling with you, and then i remember asking about us and i remember climbing on top of you.” you felt embarrassed, remembering how he had rejected you and taken you to bed, instead of kissing you. “um, sorry about that. i think i said something dumb and then we went to bed.”
“something dumb?” eddie said, somewhat dejectedly.
“yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. “i’m sorry about that. i know that this isn’t permanent and that you’re just being a good friend.” eddie was starting to hate that word. “honestly, i think we could end it now. i mean, this was just to get jason off my back right? well, he’s moved onto chrissy cunningham last i heard.”
“what if i don’t want it to end?” the words tumbled out of his mouth before eddie had a chance to stop them. you looked at him with wide eyes. “y/n, you told me that you liked me and you wanted to only kiss me. did it ever occur to you that i feel the same?”
“w-what?”
“did you mean what you said earlier? do you like me?” he waited with baited breath for your response. after a few agonizing seconds, you nodded. eddie took your face in his rough hands, your face impossibly close to his. you felt his warm breath fanning your face. “is this okay?” he whispered.
“yes,” you breathed back. eddie closed the distance between the two of you, lips pressing against yours. it was your first kiss, and you thought that this was the best thing to ever happen to you. your hands wormed their way up into eddie’s hair. he kissed you intensely and you whimpered into the kiss. breaking apart to take a breath, eddie’s eyes found yours.“y/n, i really like you. maybe even love. i want to be with you for real. will you be my real girlfriend?”
you captured his lips in a kiss again. “yes, eddie munson, i will be your real girlfriend.”
i didn’t know how to end this and im not going to reread it to edit it bc i’ll end up deleting it. lowkey hate this anyway. thanks for reading!!
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Rooms on Fire: Crystalline
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual
Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist : MainTaglist
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Summery: Madonna is blissfully unaware of the world around her.
Warnings and Content:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.
WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!
Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, uuuhhhhhhhh mostly fluff and angst but not bad angst. kinda break up? pushing an shoving and shit. implied violence.
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"Do you always trust your first initial feeling?
Special knowledge holds true, bears believing
I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove
Like the love that had finally, finally found me
Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you"~Crystalline, Fleetwood Mac
“Ow.”
Frankie whimpers as Will tends to his wounds, shirtless in Will’s med room. William found him in here, trying to disinfect his arm from the bites.
“It’s alright, I’m almost done.” He wrapped Francisco up in gauze, gentle hands on the shaking man.
“Please don’t tell Ben…”
Will sighs, finishing up his job. “He doesn’t talk to me anyway. But Frank, listen.” He looked at Francisco earnestly. “Santi’s catching on. You’ve gotta be more careful.”
Francisco shook his head. “There’s no being careful. There’s no nothing. I’m not… we’re not…” He sighs. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s gonna get Ben killed.”
Although looking sympathetic, there was a soft smile on Will’s face. “That’s why I’ve always liked you, Frank. Someone’s gotta look out for him.”
“You still do, he just doesn’t know it.”
“C’mere.” Will beckoned, bringing Frankie close with his large hand entangling in his brown locks. Will hugged him, then pulled away just enough for a kiss. “You’re a good man, Francisco.”
He kissed back, but refused to compliment. “No… I’m not, I can’t stand up to Santi, I can’t have Ben the way I want I can’t protect Madonna-”
A deep kiss interrupted Frankie, Will’s broad, firm body pressing him up against the counter. “You’re protecting them both, you’re doing the right thing.” Will cupped Frankies face, towering over him. Francisco couldn’t help falling into him, submitting to his strength, his power, his dominance. Will brought his hand down, cupping Frankie’s length through his sweats and stroking him to full hardness. “You’re taking care of them, and I’m going to take care of you.”
Francisco whimpered, relaxing against the counter as he closed his eyes, sinking into Will’s presence.
“T-Thank you…”
*
“You’re improving a lot.” Santiago compliments you. He sat in his usual spot, watching you paint your latest project. You’d seen it a few nights ago, Francisco in a flower crown, smiling with his eyes closed with Pope behind him, kissing his neck. Pope was very pleased with this most recent project, coming to watch you every day. He must really be proud of you.
Sipping his wine, he smiled at you from over his glass. This was your special time together, and you always looked forward to it. You were starting to show just a little, and you frequently caught him staring at your stomach.
“Thank you, Pope.” You giggle, adding color to the flowers in Francisco’s hair. Blue, yellow, red, white.
Pope didn’t touch you sexually, he hadn’t since you learned you were pregnant. There was no need, he said, but he still kissed you, still held you, his hands caressing your stomach. You’d made him proud, and that’s what mattered. That’s all you’d wanted to do since you were a child.
*
“Are you going to talk to me?” Will asked his brother, but Ben didn’t turn around. He was doing target practice with his arrows. There was a limited amount of guns and Ben liked to know he could make long distance shots to protect the house if needed.
“Ben, come on. I thought we moved past this when I saved your fucking life.”
He turned around, lowering his bow. “You were protecting Madonna, not me.”
Will rolled his eyes. “She’s not here, we don’t gotta pretend.”
“I’m not? What are you talking about?”
Benny looked genuinely… confused. “You don’t remember what happened at the announcement?”
Ben scoffed, when back to shooting. “Of course I fucking do. See, this is the problem with you! You always doubt me!”
“Ben, someone tried to shoot you, one of your psycho little girlfriends because you can’t keep it in your pants even thought you’ve got 2 dicks and a pussy you’re fucking married too, but that’s not enough-”
Ben swung around again, this time pointing his arrow at Will. “Don’t fucking act like I’m stupid!”
Did Ben actually not know what happened? The lie was his idea… “Okay… okay I’m sorry.”
“Melody tried to kill Madonna because she was jealous! That’s it! Nothing else happened!”
“I didn’t say anything did…”
In a fit, Ben growled and for a moment Will wondered if he was about to get shot again, but instead Ben broke his bow and arrow over his knee. Screaming, he threw it on the ground and stomped until they were just sticks. Ben stormed off.
*
You lay on top of Francisco in your meadow, kissing on him gently, soft and sweet. His poor lip was healing finallly. Francisco stopped you when you go to unbutton his green shirt. You look down at him curiously.
“Oh, do you not want me? I guess I’m pregnant already, I can-” You move to get off him, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t like your body as you gained weight? Maybe he just didn’t see a reason to fuck you. Maybe he didn’t like you again…
“Stay, please.” Francisco kissed you deeply, his cock twitching in his pants. “I just… I want my shirt on, please… ”
“Oh, of course…” You pat his tummy, wondering if maybe he shared some of your insecurities. He was certainly the fluffiest of the four, but you absolutely adored the way he looked, his body was perfect to you. “I think you’re… so, so handsome, you know that, right?” you weren’t good at flirting, even this made your face grow warm, but you wanted him to know how much you loved him.
Frankie blushes. “Thank you, but I’d rather keep the shirt on… if that’s okay…”
You kiss his sweet, pouty lower lip with a little peck, considerate of his bite. “Anything for you, my perfect husband.”
You made love in the meadow, trees and flowers and birds and bee’s, all of nature surrounding you, all of heaven and earth shining their approval.
*
Ben stumbled into Frankie’s room, loudly, making the older man just in his bed. He was asleep on his stomach, and the noise scared the absolute shit out of him
“Frankie!” He raised his hands, shouting.
“JESUS Benjamin, what the hell!” He gets out of bed, wide awake now. He was wearing a shirt, no buttons. “Are you-” Francisco turned on his light and cupped Ben’s face. “You’re drunk again? What the fuck Benjamin!”
Not in the mood for a lecture, Ben stumbled forward and gripped Francisco’s hair, yanking him forward into a bruising kiss. For a moment, Francisco melted into him. He didn’t care that his lip throbbed, or that his shoulder and arm still hurt to move. He didn’t care about what he was supposed to be doing. He just wanted Ben, his handsome, sweet, fun, goddamnhestall husband, Ben. He kissed him back.
But then he felt his cock, free of any constraint hardening, and he remembered. He’d not supposed to be fucking Ben like this anymore.
Frankie gently nudged him back, but Ben didn’t stop, moving to kiss his neck, holding him close.
“Benjamin, we can’t-”
“We can.” Ben sucked a hickey into his skin, spitting into his hand to stroke Francisco. “You and me, Frankie. We belong together.” Although slurring just a bit, Ben’s voice was deep, gravely with need, dark and hungry and oh-so spine tingling.
“But…” frankie protested between kisses, making no real attempted to move away as he licked into Ben’s mouth, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “Santi… Madonna…”
Ben spat his words. “Fuck ‘em. They don’t matter, only you matte Frankie. Only you.”
He wanted to believe that, he did… he couldn’t. “Is that why you still fuck both of them?”
“I have to, you know that-” Ben sucked on his tongue, fighting the urge to nibble at his lip, make his own mark.
“Do you ‘have to’ fuck every woman in Delta?”
Ben shoved him so hard he stumbled back, it took a second for him to realize what happened.
Francisco blinked, then with a puff of his chest he shoved Ben back, making him fall into a side table. When Ben looked up, his blue eyes were large and wet. Frankie wanted to run to him, apologize, help him up… but he needed this to end. Ben wasn’t going to run away with him, and messing around with Benjamin, even if he was the one he wanted, was going to get Ben killed. Francisco couldn’t stand to let that happen.
“This needs to stop, Ben. I’m not doing this anymore.”
From on the floor, the 6’3 strongman man looked small, weak, vulnerable. Francisco’s heart shattered as he screamed. “GET OUT!” He took hold of his shirt in both fists and shoved him the rest of the way out the door.
Frankie locked out the other half of his heart.
*
You sigh constantly, sinking further into the water. Will just got done washing your hair, and now he was giving you a soothing milk bath, even putting flower petals in it. Knelt beside you, he had a super soft washcloth and was simply using it to run warm water over your body. He put lavender in the water, commenting that he thought had more left. Not wanting to lie you tell him the truth, that you and Rey found it you used it on Pope. You apologize for going through his things for spilling it. Will said it was totally okay.
The pregnancy had gone pretty smooth, so far no problems but you were having your usual sleep issues. You and Will developed a routine to help you sleep. Ever since he was shot, you’ve been sleeping in his bed. Now, he liked to give you a lavender bath before bedtime. He’d relax you, sometimes finger fuck you if you needed your mind cleared, then once you began nodding off he drained the water, patted you dry and then carried you to his room in a big towel. There, he dressed you in comfortable pj’s and tucked you in with him. It was nice, you felt safe, and best of all, no incubus.
“Such a pretty woman…” Will mutters, putting down the cloth to massage oils into your skin. It felt nice being pampered.
You giggle. “Thank you.”
“Everything going good with the others?” Will always checked in on you, which you appreciated. He helped you navigate things in the house and with Pope especially.
“Going great, thank you. Francisco seemed down there for a little but I think he’s cheered up.”
Will hummed in agreement. “I noticed that too, but you’re right, I think he’s happy now. Frankie had low moods sometimes, but he just needs a little patience and kindness when he does. And you give him that so well, thank you.” He kissed your forehead. “Such a good little wife.”
“And you’re such a good husband.” You tickle his arm, making him smile.
“Anything for my princess.”
*
Pope was gentle today.
Francisco was on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow trying to avoid tempting Pope with his mouth.
“So fucking pretty…” He slowly thrust inside him, softening cockcovering itself in cum. He looked how Frankie looked with his cum leaking out. “Beautiful…”
Santi laid down beside Francisco, and Frankie was ashamed to say he took comfort in the touch. He wanted to hate Santi, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t hate a man he’d known his whole life, who he’d shared that life with day in, day out. They were never apart.
“I’m so happy with you, Frank…” He kisses Frankie’s head, and Frankie can’t help but smile. He liked Santi’s kisses when he was being nice.
“I love you.”
It wasn’t a lie.
*
You squeal, dashing around the table to avoid Ben who chased after you with a cup of water in his hand. To be fair, you started the water fight, and now both of you were drenched in water, especially after he took out the kitchen spray in the sink and showered you. Ben laughed, giving chase but he slipped on a puddle, falling on his ass.
“Ben!” You gasp, laughing still as he disappears behind the table, and you run around to check on him. Big mistake.
“BOO!”
“AH!!”
Ben threw his cup of water at you, drenching you all over again. You dump your water on his head and then make a mad dash to get more. You weren’t above getting him while he’s down.
“Oh no you don’t!” Ben scrambles up, scooping you up as you scream and laugh, carrying you to the sink.
“BEEEEN!” You playfully smack at his chest, putting up a pretend fight. “What are you doing!!”
“Winning!” Benny placed you in the empty sink and turning on the faucet over your lap.
He doesn’t see it coming when you grab the sprayer.
*
Will heard the shouting from Frankie’s room. Jesus, they were not subtle. It wasn’t until he heard the crash he knew they weren’t fucking. Getting up to investigate, he was just in time to see Ben getting his ass thrown out of Frankie’s room. Standing in the hall, he watched Ben, clearly drunk, curl up in a ball on the floor and cry.
Ben didn’t want much to do with Will, not as a brother. Although they worked well together in matters revolving around their family, their community, their woman, Ben didn’t want the closeness and friendship they used to share. Will had hoped after he was shot, Ben would throw his jealousy aside, that he would see that Will loved him and for a moment, he did. When Will was shot, Ben stayed at his side, crying even though the shooter was still at large. He risked his life for him, even with Frankie screaming and pulling at him. Ben helped patch him up, not trusting Iris.
Now Ben was back to Ben, a sad, alcoholic slut.
Will knelt by his sobbing brother’s side, pulling him into his strong arms. Will loved Frankie, but right now Frankie wasn’t his husband. He was the man that broke his baby brother's heart.
“It’s gonna be okay, Benny. It’s gonna be okay.”
*
You sat on the counter, watching with joy as Reyansh poked at Iris, wrapping his arms around her and swaying. He’d been trying to cheer her up after she’d hovered over him and his black eye. Reyansh said it was standard sparring training for the guards and someone got a good shot in, and Jonah confirmed this, but Iris still fussed over him.
“C’mooooon, smile. Baby.”
“No, I’m grumpy.” But a smile was slipping.
Jonah appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Sing to her, that’s a guarantee.”
“Oooohohoho no you don’t!” Iris poked at his chest. “That’s cheating!” Iris was a sucker for Rey’s singing.
It was too late. “Love’n you, is it the riiiigh thing to dooooo”
“Reeeeeey”
He turned her around to face him, and she was already smiling. “How can I, ever change things that I feeeeeeeel!”
She giggled as Rey spun her around. “You know this is my favorite! It’s not fair.”
“If I could, baby I’d give you my world!”
Jonah approached you. Things had still been awkward, but the way Jonah protected you at the shooting made you know for sure that he still cared about you. He held out a hand.
Rey took Iris’s hands, doing the twist with her. You liked how Iris’s curls moved around. She was always pretty, but god, when she smiled. You saw why Rey loved her.
“HOW CAN I WHEN YOU WON”T TAKE IT FROM MEEEE!”
You take Jonah’s hand and as soon as you hop down, he swings you around, paying attention to making sure you didn’t hit anything.
Jonah and Rey both sing, very loudly. “YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAAAAYYYYYY!”
Iris echo’d them “GO YOUR OWN WAAAAaaaaaayyy”
Jonah picked you up and spun you around, rey twirled Iris. “YOU CAN CALL IT ANOOOOOOTHER LONELY DAAYAYAYAYY”
“ANOTHER LONELY DAYYAYAYAYAY”
Reyansh took your hand, linking your arms and Jonah scooped up Iris and spun her.
“YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAYYYY”
You sang with Iris “GO YOUR OWN WAAYYY”
Rey sang the rest of the song, you all took turns dancing. You didn’t dare try to dance with Iris, but to your surprise, she took you in her arms, pulling you close and dancing with you too. She smelled like wildflowers.
*
Earlier that day…
Rey was whistling down the hall as usual. Today was a good day. It was bright and sunny out, and Iris had a surprisingly low work load. She even agreed to spend the night in his room, which, outside of the potential benefits, meant he got to hold her all night. What more could he ask for in life?
Oh! And he saw Frankie outside gardening, and maybe they shared a blunt. What about it! Yeah, he was in a great mood.
“Saha? A word?” Will’s voice called behind him. Rey rolled his eyes before turning around. Great, this guy.
Rey out on a fake smile and turned around. “What can I do for you.”
Will was standing with his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smile on his face, but it wasn’t comforting, not like Jonah’s smile.
“Was talking to The Madonna last night, she said you helped her break into my room to get my oils?”
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So I've been thinking of this story for a while now and decided to make it so before we start I just wanna say a few things
1.im new to writing stories, so if you have any advice please say it just don't be rude or a bitch about it
2. I type fast, so there may be spelling errors and most likely Grammer errors(my Grammer fucking sucks)
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DOUMA X CHILD READER
(Douma goes more insane and attempts to murder all of the upper moons, not including muzan)
Tw:child murder, attempted murder, insanity,violence, cussing, decapitation, mentions of child abandonment, douma gets jumped
It was the dead of winter, and douma was walking back to his cult after finishing his battle with a hashira. When he heard a noise coming from a bush, he decided to investigate it, and when he looked into it, he saw a child curled up into a ball with a mess hair, messed up outfit while crying.
Douma didn't know what came over him he felt an emotion come over him, was it sadness, pity, he didn't know what it was but the one thing he did know what he had to help this child
"Oh, you poor little thing... where are your parents?"
"T-they're back at the house something came in and attacked us so I ran away...i went back to the house and when I went inside blood was everywhere and my mom and dad wouldn't wake up "
Douma pats the child's head, "There there no need to cry ill take care of you and I'll make sure no harms come your way"
"You promise...?"
"Promise. Now, what is your name, little one?"
"Y/n..."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Y/n my name is Douma"
Months passed, and the bond between Y/n and Douma had gotten to the point where it was a father daughter relationship. Where every Y/n goes Douma is them and vice-versa. For the first time in Douma's life, he felt emotions and happy emotions. He didn't have to fake his smiles anymore they were all real. These were the best moments of his life. He had never felt so much happiness before in his life. He never wanted to lose his child. He wanted to be with his child for the rest of all of eternity.
"Y/N!, Y/N!, WHERE ARE YOU?...that's weird they usually come running to me when I call them"
*Douma gets teleported to the infinity castle*
"OH!, a meeting did one of us die?"
"No, now shut the fuck up douma"
"Meanie"
"HOW LOVELY IT IS TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN, how long has it's been since we last say eachother?, 20 years?"
"I-its b-been 50 years, si-ir gyokko"
Before they could continue their conversation, muzan appeared, and the meeting started. They discussed (whatever you think they would discuss) once the meeting ended, muzan called Douma
"Douma"
"Yyeesss~"
"Listen to me and listen well, you may be upper moon 2, but as of right now and everything you have failed to do. You are nothing but a disappointment and a useless upper moon"
muzan lifts his hand, nakime plays her biwa, and in muzan's hand appeared Y/n's decapitated head
"So don't think you can go and do whatever you want"
Douma stood there in shock, trying to understand what he was looking at. Was this a dream it had to be a dream? There is no way that his child is dead. That's not their head. That's someone else's head. Tears slowly come out of Douma's eyes. his body realizes what he is looking at, but his mind is telling him otherwise. He felt a new emotion, but he didn't like this feeling at all he wanted to disappear to never come back.
"Y-y/n...."
Muzan drops y/n's head. Before it could splat on the floor, Douma runs and catches their head and cruls up into a ball while still holding their hand shaking
"Next time you do something like this, it will be your head"
Muzan leaves, and now it's just Douma holding his child's head while the rest of the upper moons, including nakime, just stare at him
"HA, IMAGINE TAKING CARE OF A PATHETIC HUMAN CHILD JUST HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE DOUMA"
"Daki, please"
"She's right, douma hasn't done anything properly his entire time being an upper moon-"
Before akaza could continue talking, multiple icicles come at akaza, pinning him against a wall they all look at douma, seeing him now standing up, still holding the child's head, his eyes red and puffing, tear staining his face, his eyes had nothing but rage and hated in them.
Douma walks to a conner, and he places y/n's head in the conner and makes an ice wall around their head. He whips out his fans, and he goes on a rampage attacking everyone. He knocked and terribly injured uppermoons 6-3, including nakime, who was trying her hardest to regenerate her limbs as Douma's ice had slowed her regeneration.
The only demon that was left was upper moon 1, Kokushibo.
"All this, just because of a human child"
"THAT HUMAN CHILD WAS MY CHILD, I TOOK CARE OF THEM, GAVE THEM A HOME, PLENTY OF FOOD, EVERYTHING THEY NEEDED. YOU WOULDNT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN IM FEELING AFTERALL YOU LEFT YOUR CHILDREN!"
The fight continued, and Douma was able to pin Kokushibo on the ground. Right when Douma was about to cut off Kokushibo's head but one of gyutaro's bloody sickles chopped of both of Douma's arms, then daki's belt was about to chop off Douma's head but he was able to dogde the attack, only to get attacked by the 4 hantengu clones at once, then his body was poisoned by gyokko's fishes making him unable to move, Kokushibo and Akaza both attacked Douma using their strongest attacks finally defeating the rampaging Douma and he was struggling to regenerate.
"AAAAAHHHH,FUCK YOU ALL, IF THOSE DAMN SLAYERS DONT KILL YOU ALL, THEN I WILL. ILL DRAG YOU ALL TO THE DEEPEST PART OF HELL"
"You'll be there long before we get there"
"I don't mind waiting for a few hundred years"
Douma opened his eyes, and his surroundings were dark. All pitch black, he looked down at his hands, he didn't see his long sharp fingernails and didn't feel any demonic power going through him. Before he could continue his thoughts, he felt something grab his leg.
"SIR DOUMA I FOUND YOU!"
"Y/N!"
Douma gives Y/n a hug while crying
"Sir Douma, I got so scared I was in my room playing when a man with black hair wearing a suit came in, and I've been here ever since....where are we did that man get you too?"
"There is no need to worry all that matters is that we are together and we will be together forever"
"Sir Douma, why is there fire over there?
"That's where we'll have to go. Are you ready, Y/n?"
Douma puts his hand out for Y/n to grab
"READY!"
Both Douma and Y/n walk towards the fire while Y/n was babbling about her day before the attack.
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I really do hope you all enjoyed this and again if you have any advice feel free to say just don't be a bitch or rude about
Have a great day/afternoon/night
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Mirror, Mirror
Kinktober fic fest submission
Summary: Dina Brighton enters a masked sexy party for elites uninvited and has to escape. Dark!Erik x OC
Warnings: Smut, katoptronophilia, size kink, anonymous sex kink, breath play, knife play kink, degradation kink, BDSM, Dirty talk, cult, angst.
part four
Kinkober fic challenge moodboard one moodboard two part one part two part three
Erik stepped off of the crowded elevator and onto the twelfth floor, Saint Laurent black duffle briefcase in his right hand, wool and alpaca Cavallo blazer in his left hand draped over his shoulder, and a fierce look in his eyes. A series of Good Morning’s and hello’s welcomed him as he strolled past offices and cubicles. He didn’t return any of them, nor did he desire to. He was on a mission.
Erik finally arrived at his destination; Dina’s office. His obsidian eyes stared ahead into an empty office with no trace of her. The desk was cleared off, her cushioned swivel chair was neatly tucked in, and her name plaque was removed, leaving behind an empty space with a neat scattering of dust surrounding it.
Erik rested his bottom on the edge of Dina’s desk, retrieving his phone from his pocket again, calling her cell phone for the fifth time that morning. It rang five times before it reached her voicemail again. Erik closed his eyes and listened to her fruity voice. It felt like she was whispering in his ear.
Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message.
“Dina…listen…I’m sorry about what happened on Monday….I…I really want to talk to you in person…apologize properly…I didn’t know what I was thinking. Please, whenever you’re available, just call me back…”
Erik ended his attempted call.
A soft knock caught his attention and there stood Monica; the receptionist. She had a disinterested look on her face, as if even existing was a buzz kill.
“Mr. Stevens, I have a message from Dina. She asked for me to relay it to you. Are you busy?” Monica asked.
“What is it, Monica?” Erik stood up from his desk abruptly, earning a strange look from Monica.
“She quit.” Monica declared.
The corners of Erik’s lips turned down into a frown.
“Quit?” Erik echoed.
“Yes,” Monica sat into her hip, “She said that she finally landed that job she’s been dreaming about and she thanked you for everything. She also wishes you and Vivian a happy relationship…said that you two were made for each other?” Monica said.
Erik cast his eyes out of a window in Dina’s old office.
“Thank you, Monica.” Erik finally answered.
“…would you like for me to reopen the position?”
Erik turned his back on Monica, trying his best to hide his frustration as best as he could. Monica rolled her eyes, unfazed by his momentary breakdown. She’d been here before. Hire a new assistant. Predict how long they will last. Reopen the online application. Repeat.
“Yeah…” Erik finally answered.
He couldn’t accept this.
Sure, he could have declined Vivian’s kiss until Dina had left, but it was his way of showing her that getting romantically involved with him was indeed a big mistake and should never happen again. After successfully getting rid of Cora permanently, he went home that evening, took a cold shower, and laid awake for hours. He stared up at his darkened reflection, flashes of Dina’s smile, her sweet voice, her innocent eyes, that built body, and her troubled past crossing his mind.
He still couldn’t get it out of his mind. She was a parentless child. Her mother’s life was taken away at such a young age. Her father carelessly killed her mother and left Dina behind like she was nothing to him. The thought of knowing that her father got away with this had a fire burning so rageful inside of Erik. If it were Erik, he would have hunted his father down and done the same if not worse. But, that’s not who Dina is. She’d probably forgive her father. She’d probably still want a relationship with the only parent she has left.
Erik left Dina’s office, shutting the door quietly behind him. A familiar door across the hall opened, and Greg appeared in the hallway with an empty coffee mug in his left hand. He spotted Erik and lifted his chin in greeting. Erik returned the gesture, but Greg could tell that he was sulking over something. He followed Erik into his spacious office and shut the doors behind him. Greg watched his childhood friend slowly stroll towards his desk, the silence surrounding them unnerving.
“I’m gonna have to find a new assistant. Miss Brighton quit.” Erik said.
“Really? Did she say why?” Greg questioned.
“A better career. She got her dream job…”
Erik trailed off as if he wanted to say more but instead he opened his work laptop and began typing in his username and password.
“Doesn’t matter. Work still needs to be done, and I want to get as much of this shit done before I leave early today. Are you coming to the estate for an early celebration?”
Greg fixed the disappointment on his face and took a seat at the head of Erik’s sleek desk. His eyes scanned left and right, trying to come up with a response while his thoughts lingered on Dina. He finally looked up at his friend who was too busy on his laptop.
“Yeah, I’ll come up once I get things situated here in the city…gotta pick up my tux and cape for the evening…Dina did look pretty upset on Monday, E.”
Erik’s fingers slowed down from punching aggressively on the keys, he didn’t look up at his friend but Greg knew he was listening.
“…She was crying. We went to lunch and I tried to cheer her up but…she was really torn up about something…and I did see her leaving your office—”
“What do you wanna know, Greg?” Erik cut Greg off.
Greg shrugs, “Does it have anything to do with Vivian?”
Erik smirked.
“Let me guess,” Greg’s eyes narrowed, “Dina let you in, huh?”
Erik exhaled, reclined back in his chair, and stared into Greg’s eyes with a penetrating glare.
“You know…It’s really none of your business, bro.”
Greg chuckled, “You just gotta have what you want? You weren’t even into Dina until I said something that day. It’s like you gotta prove you can bag women and throw it in my face—”
“You wanted her? You wanted her, Greg? When you want something, you go for it, right? You make a move…and did you make a move? The proper move? I never said I wasn’t interested in Dina, not once did I mention that she never crossed my mind. I just chose not to make a move at the time—”
“And when I expressed my interest, you jumped on her. Call it what you want, man, but I know. You had her crying over you. Feels good hurting her feelings, doesn’t it? That’s all you do, bro. You don’t have it in you to love somebody—”
Erik stood up and walked around his desk. Greg raised up, meeting Erik, both of them ready to get physical if need be. Greg enjoyed toying with Erik. He knew what to say to get under his skin. Erik Stevens. He thinks he can get what he wants. Throwing money at everything. Doesn’t have to lift a finger. Erik smiled in Greg’s face menacingly, and Greg’s left eye twitched angrily.
Erik’s voice lowered to an ominous tone, “You know, it looks like you’re still not over the fact that I fucked your sweet, little sister…”
Greg shoved Erik and he stumbled back slightly, correcting his stance before fixing his blazer. Greg walked away to clear his head, exhaling deeply.
“What? You gonna hit me, Greg? Cut the bullshit. Listen, I did get in with Dina, and you know what else? She’s different. I like different. Nothing familiar about her. She looks past all the shit and sees me for me. Yeah, you’re right, I didn’t want to pursue her, but I’ve always had an eye on her…”
Greg looked back at Erik over his shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter now. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. You can put on your cape now and be her shoulder to cry on. Let’s see if she’ll give you some. You think you’re any better than me? We’re cut from the same cloth, G.”
Erik went back to his seat and watched Greg over the top of his laptop. Greg walked back to Erik’s desk to retrieve his mug, before turning to leave Erik’s office. Before he disappeared into the hallway, Greg glanced back at Erik, a mischievous smirk appearing on his handsome face.
“I just might do that.” He said.
The afternoon New York traffic gave Erik some time to reflect. He allowed the sweet melody of one of his favorite vocalists, Carmella Love, to serenade him while he gazed out of his window at the congested sidewalks and many cars practically bumper-to-bumper. He filtered out the road rage and excessive honking to enjoy her distinctive contralto voice. It’s husky, sultry, elegant and sexy. Definitely hypnotic.
He could only imagine how it felt to be in her presence. He’d only heard that she was an alluring woman. People capitalized off of her death, creating books and documentaries. He could remember one occasion in his earlier youth asking his mother what Carmella Love was like. He’d seen many group photos with his parents and Carmella from the late 80s to the early 90s. In every photo, Carmella’s captivating smile and seductive eyes stole the shine while his mother posed with a fake smile. She never stood next to Carmella and although they were just photos and you can’t really tell if they’ve had a friendship, it still felt distant.
Erik’s cell phone buzzed in his hand and when he checked to see who it was, he took a second to prepare himself before answering.
“Ma, good to hear from you,” Erik spoke.
“Son.” Victoria said.
“How are you?”
“…not so good.” Victoria said with a curt tone.
Erik knew where this was headed, but he wasn’t going to give in. He wanted to see if she would address it first.
“Did you need me to send more money?” Erik replied.
“Hm,” Victoria hummed, “I do need something from you…the truth.”
Erik’s lips went tight and he remained silent on his end.
“No? It’s the least you could do. I spoke with Cora’s mother. She’s hysterical.”
“I extend my condolences,” Erik said, “It’s really unfortunate what happened to her…really…I can’t imagine what her mother must be going through right now—”
“STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!” Victoria shouted, “I should have seen right through you when you apologized! You don’t have one remorseful bone in your body! I am disgusted! I had to speak to her mother and lie because of what you did!”
Erik glared, “What I did? How about what she did. You know me so well and yet you didn’t wait for me to leave to plot against my downfall. I heard the two of you talkin’. I did what I had to do…what I won’t hesitate to do to anyone that gets in my way…you of all people should know about that,” Erik spoke darkly.
Victoria remained silent. Erik knew his mother was panicking. Probably pouring herself another glass of wine.
“My own mother…still so bitter that I got everything and she got NOTHING. I can’t believe you. If you weren’t my mother, I’d kill you. My father did everything for you. Gave you everything. And this is what you do? Turn your back on your own child?!”
“I lost you as a child years ago, Erik! I put blood, sweat, and tears into that marriage! Your father treated me like dirt! And you are just like him!—”
“I’m your son—”
“MY SON IS NOTHING BUT A MURDERER WHO DOESN’T LOVE ANYONE BUT HIMSELF!”
“And you’re a drunk, conniving, bitter woman who never loved her son. You did not ONCE show me affection. You don’t think I wanted that?! You were too busy drunk and high out of your fucking mind passed out on the couch to even pay attention to me! Don’t blame me for what you failed to do! Feel however you wanna feel about my father, but at least he loved me. I can’t say the same shit for you—”
“DON’T YOU EVER!!!!!—”
“I’m not fucking finished,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth, “You chose to stay married to him. You chose to put up wit’ it. That ain’t got shit to do wit’ me. I’m not having this conversation anymore wit’ you, but know this…you hurt me. I can accept the fact that you resent me, but this? Plotting my downfall? Just all types of evil–”
Erik’s chauffeur beeping the horn made him remember where he was and that it was best to end this conversation. He had nothing else to say to his mother. And despite what she did, he still loves her. Erik blinked back tears and took a calming breath before speaking again. He wasn’t going to allow himself to cry. He’s tired of wasting tears on his mother.
“I am far from evil. I am disgusted. To see you become your father…it pains me. Cora loved you—”
“Cora ain’t love me. She was out here doing her dirt too, ma. She only wanted to marry me for gain. It was all a game to her. That’s what you fail to see. So concerned with who I should be with, and yet, you don’t know anything about me. You owe me an apology…”
“I will not apologize for planning to stop you! Maybe then, I could have my son back…the way he was before all of this,” Victoria said with a shaky voice.
Erik thumbed away a tear and frowned. He took the phone from his ear and ended the call without even saying goodbye. He couldn’t even trust his own mother. Would she even mourn him? The only biological parent he has left and she treats him as if she wants him to join his father six feet under.
Erik cleared all thoughts of his mother out of his brain and stared straight ahead out of the dashboard window to see what the traffic looked like. The city streets were packed like sardines. Carmella’s voice calmed him and his thoughts drifted to Dina again. Phone in his hand again, he googled the number to the Chanel headquarters in New York to inquire about a new hire. He needed some kind of positivity to overcrowd how enraged he felt.
The phone rang once and after pressing whatever buttons he needed to reach someone, the phone rang twice before a woman with an overly cheerful voice greeted him. She said that her name was Sarah and she confirmed that she’s responsible for hiring candidates. Sarah informed him that there have been over twenty new hires. Of course, she knew who he was and expressed that she would be happy to help him with anything he needed.
“I was wondering if you could tell me if there is a Miss. Dina Brighton among the new hires? last name is B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N. Dina with an I.”
“Sure! Is it alright if I place you on a brief hold?”
“Of course,” Erik rested his head back against the seat.
Elevator music played in his ear as he stared up at the roof of the car. Five minutes later, Sarah was back on the line.
“Mr. Stevens? Are you still there?” Sarah asked
“Yes. So? Any information?”
“Unfortunately, I did not find Dina Brighton hired for the position of Media Specialist. I even did an extensive search, just in case there may have been a different first name, or another position, and I still don’t have any record of us hiring her.”
A crease formed in Erik’s brow, “Not even a refused application?”
“No. We keep a record of everything. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”
Erik was lost in a state of confusion that he lagged on a response to Sarah.
“Mr. Stevens—”
“Thank you, Sarah.”
Erik ended the call.
“Hey, change of plans. Head to Miss. Brighton’s apartment.” Erik informed his chauffeur.
Luckily they were closer to her place than his. Maybe, by the time they got back on the street, the traffic would ease up. Twenty more minutes rolled by and the driver parallel parked. Erik hopped out and jogged up the steps to the entrance of the apartment lobby. He located Dina’s apartment number and rang the bell to her apartment. Erik checked the time on his watch, noticing that he was running behind schedule. He rang the bell three more times and even called her again.
“Can I help you?”
A low and hesitant voice caught his attention and Erik turned to find a middle-aged black woman with short, curly black hair sprinkled with gray. She was dressed in a pair of slim-fit jeans, a worn graphic tee, a windbreaker jacket, and black converse on her feet. She had a leash in her right hand connected to the collar around the neck of a Husky.
“Hi. I’m trying to reach a friend of mine…Dina.”
The woman pondered for a moment before shaking her head full of type 4 curls, “I don’t know a Dina. I’ve been living here for some time…what floor?”
Erik checked and then responded, “Third floor. 3A.”
“I’m 3D. I know all of my neighbors,” She tugged on the leash to get her dog to stay still, “And Dina doesn’t ring a bell. Now…there is a young lady who shows up every now and then—wait—what’s her name—Adena—yes…yes. I know Adena. She lives in 3A.”
Erik gave the woman a perplexed look, “has to be the same person…what do you mean you see her every now and then? Is she not around often?”
“Who are you?” The woman questioned.
“My name is Erik.”
The woman studied his face for a while and then recognition crossed over her face.
“Erik Stevens. I knew you looked familiar.” She said with a smile.
Erik returned the smile, “What did you mean by every now and then? See, she works for me—worked for me, and I was worried about her. Hadn’t been able to reach her all day.”
The woman nodded her head in understanding, “Adena is rather quiet when I see her. Pleasant, but withdrawn. I work from home but I do leave my apartment often and I never see much activity from 3A. There’s always deliveries weekly, big packages, and you’d be lucky to catch her. I ran into her coming back from Starbucks one morning last week and she was taking a package to go…like she lived elsewhere. Some of the tenants here rent out their apartments but live elsewhere. I get the feeling that Adena doesn’t occupy that apartment on a regular basis. More of like…a home away from home.”
Erik scrutinized the apartment building, screwing up his face in deep thought. Was Dina a nickname? But then that couldn’t be, because he was certain her name was Dina, not Adena. Had she been lying to him the entire time? First, she never even applied for a position to work with Chanel as a Media Specialist — her dream job — and now, he discovers that Adena could be her real name and she doesn’t even live here.
“If you see her, could you please tell her that I came by to check on her?” Erik said.
“Yes.”
Erik descended the stairs, stopping to pet her dog before getting into his ride and driving off. As much as he wanted an explanation from her, he had bigger plans awaiting him that couldn’t be ignored.
The Stevens Estate was so christened by its first owner, landscape designer Robert Malone, Jr., a son of Italian immigrants who in the early 1920s enlisted the help of preeminent New York architecture firm Delano & Aldrich in designing it. Albany’s lushly forested and rolling landscape, evocative of the English countryside, has long been a place of quiet wealth. Since the early 1900s, members of New York society seeking to avoid the social spotlight of places like Newport, Rhode Island; Southampton, New York; or Lenox, Massachusetts, have gathered there.
Robert Malone, Jr., was born in 1887 to an old New York family. In 1921 he married equally socially prominent Hannah Elias Stevens, nicknamed “The Negro Enchantress” in the tabloids of New York City in the early 1900’s. She was one of the richest black women in the world in the early 1900’s. Although he began his career as a banker, he is best known for his later work as a landscape architect.
Malone designed the landscapes of other distinguished members of New York society, including the Westchester estate of Mr. and Mrs. David Rockefeller. He worked closely with many of the famous architects of the era, and when he decided to build his own country home in 1924, he hired William Adams Delano and Chester Holmes Aldrich.
After the death of Malone in 1950, Hannah continued to evolve the estate with the help of her prestigious family until her death in 1973. It wasn’t until the late 1980s, when the estate was in disrepair, that Joseph Stevens Jr., Hannah’s great nephew, set about restoring and updating the great old period mansion.
Joseph and Victoria Stevens lived about an hour north of Manhattan in a village that is to the suburbs as the navy cashmere blazer is to men's jackets. To call Albany a suburb is somewhat misleading; it is more like Manhasset or Old Westbury in the day of the Paleys and the Phipps. Zoning is generous, houses are hidden, and horses are welcome. It’s a mixture of opulence, luxury, and Hollywood movies.
The paved road gives way to dirt and gravel several miles short of the Stevens estate, which is surrounded by over 250 acres of rolling lawn and woods. Norman in style, stone and slate, it was built in 1919, and there is no reason to think it will look any different a hundred years from now. At 17,000 square feet it is big but not overwhelming; it feels appropriate and comfortable. The only clue to who is in the house is the car in the forecourt, one of a collection of classic sports cars that look as they did the day they were delivered a half century ago. In its later years, it’s been endowed with technology and also bullet-proofed.
As in an English "stately," the entrance hall is not overly decorated. The first of many oil paintings greet you, as does the scent of lilies. Throughout the house there are dense, formal arrangements of romantic white flowers—hydrangeas, imperial lilies, calla lilies—with old-fashioned scarlet-red roses tucked into them. Animal imagery, and the energy it imparts, is everywhere too, in pencil studies of lions and oil paintings of horses and leopards, and especially in the fascination with leather.
Stevens collect leather and African artifacts the way an anthropologist collects bones. It is almost always what you find yourself sitting on or looking at. Old briefcases and schoolbags are used as accessories. Hide, suede, alligator and croc turn up in every possible condition: nicely mellowed, worn to a shine, darkened from a century of fingertips, shaped to the human form, crumbling to dust. This is a museum.
Erik wore a pair of ivory chino pants with a matching polo and tinted aviator shades. He had his staff at the estate carry in his bags while he greeted his male cousins and old friends. All ten of them were standing around, checking out the vintage sports cars and bragging. Erik noticed that Greg hadn’t shown up, and he wasn’t surprised. They group spotted him walking up and all of them shouted his name, walking up to him, dapping him up and giving him a one-armed hug.
All of his cousins and friends do well for themselves. Although Erik was the most sought after, any woman would be lucky to even have a chance with any of them. Erik’s older cousin, the closest cousin to him, Raymond, who is a successful software developer generating millions of dollars, was the last to give him a hug. The last time Erik had seen his cousin, he was a groomsman in his destination wedding in Jamaica. That entire getaway was foggy to him. He spent most of his time drinking, smoking weed, and fucking bitches. He even had to get a taste of the bridesmaid he walked down the aisle with. That was the best time Erik had in a while.
“Look at you little cuz! Looking sharp!” Raymond said, “Ready for a wild night?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be. How’s Fiona?”
“She’s great, you know I got a baby girl on the way. I’m excited about that.”
Erik smirked, “Congrats, Ray. That’s beautiful, man.”
Raymond walked alongside Erik as they followed the rest of the crew up the steps to the entrance of the estate. Erik’s butler, Amadi, an African man whose parents are from Yoruba, oversaw the traffic of staff walking in and out of the mansion. Alongside him is his late father’s personal assistant, Malia. She’s swiping away on her tablet while giving orders to the decorating committee. She’s wearing a gray pantsuit with a satin fuchsia pink top and black heeled sandals. Her long black hair is styled in a top not to complete the look.
“Hopefully it’ll be you someday, E.” Raymond said.
Erik chuckled, “Marriage? Nah, you know that’s not me.”
“Could be.”
Erik saw marriage as misery. Unhappiness. He’d grown up finding the idea of tying the knot laughable. It’s all smoke and mirrors. But isn’t everything in his life that way? embellishing the truth? His father always wanted something new; new car, new ways to make money, and a new woman. He wanted a woman at home to take care of his son while he dabbled. His mother was a train wreck with a temper and substance abuse issues. His father’s ego and his mother’s bitchy ways were always the result of screaming matches and physical fights. As Erik got older, most of the men in his life cheated on their wives. It was the norm. To Erik, none of them were happy. Why should he be?
“Erik, good to see you.” Malia greeted him.
Malia stared deeply into Erik’s eyes.
“Malia. Everything good?”
“Yes, just some final touches for the aerial dancers and we’re good to go. The only thing left to do is make sure the kitchen staff have the preparations for the full course. Amadi is handling that now. As soon as they’re finished, I’ll be on my way.”
“Thanks for the update. Life treating you well?”
“Definitely,” Malia beamed, “I took a trip to Ibiza for a week and that was an experience.”
Erik knows about her trip. She kept sending him pictures of herself. At first, they started out as group photos with her girls, then eventually turned into solo pics and selfies. Erik would sit back and wonder what she would taste like on his tongue, but he couldn’t see himself messing around with Malia because his father did often. If things were different, if Dina never slipped into his life, he would have added Malia to his list of women.
“Glad you had a good time. Listen, I really appreciate you for everything you do around here.” Erik said.
“Not a problem…you know I’m here if you need anything, Erik,” Malia concluded before walking away.
Raymond and the rest of the crew had left him standing there to get themselves settled in. They planned to go yachting for a bit before heading back to enjoy some cigars, liquor, and lunch prepared by the kitchen staff. As he walked through those grand doors and into the magnificent foyer with an imperial staircase and a piano, Erik removed his aviator shades and scanned the room.
He always got the impending nervous jitters before the Halloween Ball. With his father gone, Erik is now the leader of The Court of Aje and it puts a lot of pressure on him. They wouldn’t say it, but he knew that they would be looking at any chance for him to screw things up. Erik’s uncle, Frank Stevens; Raymond’s father, wanted to take over The Court of Aje, but with Erik being Joseph’s son, it automatically went to him. The Court of Aje is an aristocratic secret society that is a century old with immense power and influence embedded into the very architecture and history of New York City.
They worship a deity of prosperity and money known as Aje. In the Yoruba religion, Aje is a traditional goddess of abundance and wealth, often associated with the businesses of the marketplace. She is selective about where she grants prosperity; those who make offerings to her in the form of prayers and good works are often her beneficiaries. However, she is known to simply show up at the market stall of those she deems worthy of bounty and blessings. Aje often slips into the market unannounced and selects the shopkeeper she is ready to bless; once Aje enters your business, you're bound to make a profit.
Aje; supreme god of wealth; benevolent provider of all human needs. The Court of Aje meets up on the eve of Halloween every year to offer a sacrifice to Aje. After drinking the blood of the sacrifice, the rich and powerful men dawned in cloaks intoned mysterious chants before parading off with naked women and having group sex. Women in masks wander in the nude, accompanied by cloaked men in masks. They end up in a formal dining room or room of choice, where everyone is nude and having or watching sex. The celebration ends after 4am and everyone goes back to their lives as if nothing happened.
The first time Erik attended the Halloween Ball, he was fascinated. He’d always had a dark side to him, a side he could only keep private. The act of inflicting pain on others for personal enjoyment, typically of a sexual nature or receiving pain for sexual release. Erik Stevens is too many shades of gray with a sadistic character flaw to sexually possess, control, dominate, and debase women.
The mistreatment and abandonment of his mother made him feel unworthy of love. Being exposed to such a toxic environment, Erik would often experience frequent mood swings and bouts of anger. In his younger years, Erik would take out his aggression by getting into physical fights with students at school or anyone else who seems antagonizing. Victoria suggested therapy for Erik, but Joseph didn’t think his son needed help, that therapy was too judgmental and for those with mental health issues.
Erik’s first encounter with BDSM was at the age of 21 with an older woman named Kelis Smith, a friend of his mother’s and a Neurosurgeon. Erik used to have a no strings attached relationship in high school with her daughter, Sylvia Smith, until Kelis decided to make a move on Erik. Their affair consisted of Erik being her submissive. She confessed to Erik that she’d noticed his anger and thought he should learn to control it in ways that were enjoyable.
He was able to relinquish control, feeling safe, comfortable, and free; helping him channel his emotions in constructive ways. After three years, kelis’ husband found out about their relationship and furious, got into a brawl with Erik that resulted in her husband’s ‘unexpected’ death in a boating accident. Although their arrangement ended, Erik continued his BDSM lifestyle.
He wasn’t going to apologize for his sadistic ways. He decided long ago that it’s who he is. Joseph taught him to never feel sorry for himself. No woman he brought home to his sex dungeon had any complaints. Erik Stevens is presented as a rich, playboy, philanthropist who maintains his body in shape and has a good relationship with others but in secret he is an unstable, cold, calculated, homicidal, vicious and sadistic man.
Yesterday evening:
“Adena!”
Carmella rushed inside of Adena’s room to wake her daughter. Adena woke up while rubbing her sleepy eyes, trying to pay attention to what her mother was saying, but her body was too tired to comprehend.
“I want you to hide!” Carmella whispered frantically, “Don’t come out unless I tell you to. Don’t make any noise, understand? I want you to stay safe!”
“Mommy, what’s happening?” Adena questions with a sleepy voice.
Carmella pointed to a spot behind a mountain of Adena’s stuffed animals. Adena quickly crouched down behind a giant giraffe and laid on her side. Carmella tossed a few teddy bears over her daughter’s body and pressed her finger to her lips.
“Please, stay put right here. There are bad men here and I don’t want them to hurt you. Mommy loves you, baby.”
Carmella kissed her daughter on the lips and stroked her braided hair before rushing out of her room, shutting the door behind her. Adena’s eyes were staring into the darkened corner, heart pounding against her rib cage. She could hear a man’s voice and her mother arguing. Moments later, a shrill cry and tussling. Adena didn’t know how long she’d been lying there, but the bad men her mother told her to hide away from opened her bedroom door.
Light from the hallway danced across her pink wall, two shadows appearing on the wall when the door was fully opened. Adena covered her mouth to muffle her shaky breath. One of the men entered her bedroom, drawing closer towards her. Just when she was about to be discovered, a cold, dark voice stopped the man in his tracks.
“What are you doing? We’re not here for the child, Jonathan.”
“We can’t have any mistakes, Damion. What if the child knows who we are—”
“Stop talking,” Damion argued, “Let’s get out of here.”
Adena shot up in bed, inhaling deeply through her mouth as if gasping for air. She clutched her chest and then her fingers gripped the collar of her black satin slip. Sweat seeped from her pores and onto the sheets creating a large damp spot. Her eyes remained shut as she sat still on the edge of her bed, taking calming breaths to stop her heart from racing out of control.
It’s been sixteen long years since that night. Sixteen years since she’d discovered her mother’s lifeless body sitting in a bloody bath with her wrists slit. Her nightmares have gotten better since then thanks to her therapist, but the fury and obsession to make them all pay for what happened to her mother still remained. It blanketed her like a heavy downpour. When she’d finally opened her eyes, the pain in her chest dulled just a little, giving her enough strength to stand on her own two feet.
Dina was born Adena Brighton. Her mother is singer and actress, Carmella Love Brighton and her father is Damion Jones. Carmella had a secret relationship with Damion while he was married. Carmella also had a close friendship with Damion’s sister, Felicity, which is how she initially met Damion. Their relationship led to Adena’s birth which Carmella kept a secret from Damion. She didn’t want Damion to know about Adena out of fear of what he might do. He killed Carmella because she knew too much about what he was involved in. Although she swore to never say anything about the Stevens or himself, he killed her by staging a suicide. Her wrists were slit and she was left lying in the tub filled with bloody water.
Adena found her mother’s lifeless body and sat with her, confused and waiting for her mother to somehow wake up from a deep slumber. She was only seven. Felicity, her aunt, raised her up until the age of eighteen when Adena found out about her mother’s faked death. Felicity tried for years to keep it from Adena, but soon, she started asking questions that demanded answers, and it took for a heated altercation between Felicity and Adena for her to finally know the truth. She found out that her father, Joseph Stevens, The Mayor, and other corrupt men of power were responsible for her mother’s death. Adena felt betrayed by her aunt for keeping it from her, but she also understood why her aunt hadn’t gone to the police for help. They were all on The Stevens’ family payroll.
Adena became obsessed with wanting to kill her father. She also desires to take down The Stevens’ and the Mayor; Jonathan Montgomery. Adena remembers that name the night her mother was killed. with all the information she needed, Adena plotted what would go down in history as one the most successful take downs. While doing her research on the once Mayor of New York, Adena looked into his family. She knew that her aunt Felicity was a walking target for her father, so she couldn’t risk her life. She had to come up with another way to get into this secret Halloween Party. And what better idea than to befriend the wannabe Princess of New York.
Ruby Gianna Montgomery was born into Manhattan's most elite social circles to Paulina Porizkova, a Swedish-born model, actress, and well-respected New York socialite who is dubbed as a gold digger. Ruby attended Manchester Prep, a prestigious co-educational private school just outside of the city and lived on the Upper East Side with her mother and father who was the corrupt mayor of New York City; Jonathan Montgomery. She has three brothers; two older and one younger. Her first eldest brother; Caleb and younger brother; Patrick, are in politics, following in her father’s footsteps.
Ruby’s second eldest brother, Gregory Montgomery, Jonathan desperately wished his son had interest in the family business. Gregory was sent to Oxford and Harvard and almost never got any visits from his father. All Gregory wanted was to be accepted by his father but he refused to let him in because he had different interests than following in his father’s footsteps. Dina discovered that Gregory and Erik were friends since grade school.
The Montgomery House; the opulent Fifth Avenue town-house mansion, is where Ruby grew up. As Ruby came-of-age, she excelled in many academic fields and became fluent in the French and Vietnamese languages. Ruby also mastered the Piano and became known throughout the school community as a role-model and an inspiration to all parents, even though secretly developing addictions to alcohol and sex with older men. seduction and betrayal among the teenaged idle rich. She is beautiful, yet conniving and manipulative. She shows signs of possessiveness towards men when she doesn’t get her way with them.
After being home schooled since the death of her mother, Adena applied to NYU and majored in Business of the Arts with a minor in Global Arts. There, she befriended Ruby, which wasn’t hard because Adena’s passive personality attracted people like Ruby. It was a way for her to control them, like her minions. Despite the pure hatred for anyone like Ruby, Adena bit her tongue and held up the guise of a friendly, saccharine girl who’s an orphan and student juggling two jobs to afford her rent and car payments. Ruby ate that shit up like a delicious slice of black velvet cake.
Adena easily juggled her double life, hiding in plain sight, gathering scandalous information on the corrupt rich to use against them. She hunted down old classmates and ex-friends of Ruby’s and discovered that Ruby would do whatever it takes to win, even if that means putting someone in the hospital or throwing dirt on their name. She had a knack for creating a narrative about someone and causing others to turn their backs on them. After learning everything she needed to know about that fake bitch, Adena added her name to her hit list.
The view of Manhattan from her penthouse windows is what she loved most. It calmed her. City night. It's alive. The kaleidoscope of shimmering lights flicker in the distance as the starry sky sweeps over the city that never sleeps. It seemed like the clouds had gotten a sudden fascination with the moon and wrapped themselves around it. The moon's faint glow passed through them, coloring them white from gray.
Adena walked across the black vinyl plank floor to sit on her black, ceiling hang chair covered with a magenta pink fur throw with matching pillows and one cheetah-printed throw pillow. With her cell phone in hand, Dina swung back and forth, the magenta-colored LED smart lights in her room creating a peaceful ambiance.
Multiple unread messages and voicemails awaited Adena, but she didn’t plan on returning his calls or texts. Fuck him. Shame on her for even falling for him. That wasn’t part of the plan. At least she got him to feel some sort of remorse for what he did. Sure, Erik Stevens doesn't know how to properly express himself without being a complete asshole, but still, the fact that he kissed Vivian in front of her like that just opened Adena’s eyes again and put her back on track. That smile, those eyes, his voice, the touch of his lips, the stroke of his fingers, his scent, and that dick was a distraction.
No. Adena won’t let him get to her again. He’s persuasive, but she won’t succumb to his seduction. However, he did successfully succumb to hers and she didn’t even try. Yes, Adena isn’t that sweet, innocent, naive girl. That’s just an act. A part of her roleplay fantasy. What she enjoys more than anything is trickery. Dina isn’t her real name. It’s Adena. She doesn’t desire to be a media specialist. She’s a proud Dominatrix. Adena is sent money and lavished with expensive gifts by men who seemingly want next-to-nothing in return - it’s all about submitting to the dominant woman and relinquishing control.
It's this surrendering of power that is arousing. She inherited her mother’s siren abilities to seduce and destroy. Why not use those extraordinary powers to get what she deserves from men? It’s always been believed that it made evolutionary sense that a man be dominant and a woman be passive. Men were to fight off rival suitors and other dangers and to procreate. Women were to contribute to this process by voluntarily subordinating to men. Men tended towards the aggressive and sadistic and women towards the passive and masochistic.
Times have changed as women are now somewhat freer to assert their dominance over men in all phases of life. The Dominatrix is a female archetype associated with a particular dress that depicts her role as a strong, dominant, sexualized woman. Black leather corsets, thigh-high boots with high stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, and a whip are familiar to most people.
Adena is aware of Erik’s secret lifestyle. His Sadist nature. Unbeknownst to many, Erik used to frequent an underground sex club for kinksters — The Siren — A club that Adena owns. She’s Headmistress there and she enjoys watching all the taboo activities from her private VIP behind a two way mirror. Erik would always show up alone and wearing a mask to hide his identity, something that mostly everyone there did to avoid being discovered. Adena found it laughable. She knew every single person that walked through those doors and into a sexually liberating world.
It could be a Pastor who preaches about the ugly in the world, or a Judge who just sentenced a murderer to life behind bars, or your child’s preschool teacher, or a man escaping his wife and kids to fulfill his sexual desires. No one knows who Adena really is, they only know her as Headmistress. There were times where she wanted to reveal herself to Erik, all the times she would watch him in one of the many sexual-themed rooms behind a two-way mirror. Adena grew to desire Erik and the way he dominated women. She wanted to be the one to take control of him.
The scenarios in her mind were not for the faint hearted. There were times where she pictured herself holding a knife to his throat with her 7-inch lace up platform heel pressed against his erection. She pictured him bound to a table with leather restraints around his wrists and ankles while she tortured him. All of those thoughts made her pine for him; yearn for him; wish for just one night to turn the tables on him.
It wasn’t just about the sex if she was being honest with herself. Adena had the pleasure of seeing the hidden layers of Erik Stevens; the happiness and the playfulness and the trauma. She felt as if they shared parts of themselves that not many people know about. Adena never told anyone about what happened to her mother, and yet she felt compelled to share it with him. When he revealed to her how unloving his mother is, she wanted to hug him.
What really struck her was how close her father and Erik are. It angered Adena how much Erik was like his father. Damion and Joseph exposed him to this lifestyle at such a young age that Erik knows nothing else. There were things about Damion and Victoria that Adena discovered. How they have had a secret affair for years. That Damion wanted revenge on the Stevens Family. That would shatter him, and although Adena wants to bring him down right along with her father, she felt that Erik needed to know. He needed to know that Damion was coming for him next.
It’s a big day. Despite the swirling gray clouds in the sky and the chilly wind, New Yorker’s had places to be and people to see. Before Adena left the city for the day, She planned to make a stop at her Midtown West apartment, and that was her first destination. Adena entered the building wearing all black; black turtleneck, black slim-fit jeans, black platform Doc Martens, and a black oversized longline coat.
Adena walked up to her mail box, opening it with her key. She peeked inside and noticed several Cartier gift boxes. Each box varied in size from small to large. Adena assessed her surroundings before retrieving all of the boxes, making her way towards her apartment quickly. With the key in the door, loud barking startled her from across the hall and when she looked up, she noticed the woman living in 3D leaving her apartment wearing active gear. Her light brown eyes spotted Adena and she waved at her.
“Hello, Pamela,” Adena replied.
“How are you, darling?”
Adena placed a firmer grip on her anonymous gifts, “I’m doing alright. You?”
“Oh, you know…just taking it day by day.” Pamela said.
“That’s good to know,” Adena forced a smile, “It was good seeing you—”
“A young man stopped past here earlier today looking for you…a rather famous young man…Erik Stevens. He said that you work for him and that he’s been trying to reach you.”
Adena was halfway into her apartment when Pamela mentioned Erik. She slowly glanced over her shoulder at her neighbor, wary eyes landing on her.
“…He said that he wanted me to let you know that he stopped by to check on you.”
Adena blinked her eyes away and stared down at the Cartier boxes in her hands. Who else would send her gifts to this address besides her aunt Felicity?
“Thanks, Pamela,” Adena replied, “I appreciate it.”
“No problem, Adena.”
Inside her apartment now, Adena walked over to her usual spot on the couch to open her expensive gifts. The first red box with the fancy gold script had a pair of gold hoop earrings in it, the second box had a beautiful trinity white gold and yellow gold bracelet, and lastly, the larger box was an elegant case filled with different Cartier perfumes. A small card with typed words rested on top of the perfumes, and when Adena lifted it to read, she noticed right away that he’d sent her this.
Adena,
Knowing how well I want to treat you, and knowing how I wound up treating you, I am completely ashamed of myself. Please forgive me. I know saying that I am sorry just does not sound good enough, but I really am so sorry. Please forgive me and give me a chance to express to you in person how sorry I am. I know this probably is not the best apology ever, but I just can't think straight knowing I hurt you. I am really so sorry.
Despite everything, Adena couldn’t help but feel smitten with him. It wasn’t the gifts, because Adena owned many Cartier, it was his devotion to winning her back. But, she couldn’t. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this between them. She sniffed the perfumes one by one, taking in the notes and thinking about how he chose these fragrances specifically for her. If only things were different. If only he wasn’t a Stevens.
Adena placed her gifts on her coffee table and stood to retrieve her secret box from her dear friend, Ruby. In order to enter this elite party, Adena needed to bring her invitation and the dagger. Despite her lengthy preparation for this very night, Adena couldn’t deny the nervous jitters. Felicity revealed to Adena everything that goes down at the Halloween Ball, but she’d never experienced it. Getting past the door was her main concern. Would they make her take off her mask? Did she have to show some other kind of proof that she was invited?
Adena strolled through her apartment that’s more kinky than its original purpose. While some people have private rooms in cellars and attics, Adena’s entire apartment is covered in all things BDSM. She needed enough space to use all equipment appropriately and not feel claustrophobic, unless claustrophobia is what does it for you. In her kitchen, there is a hanging contraption from the ceiling, cages and swings decorated her living room and guest bedroom, each bed had built-in bondages and restraints. Sensual lounge chairs and armless chaises in different textures and tufted, upholstered beds was her preference. All kinds of fetish and BDSM gear you could think of, Adena owned.
In her bedroom closet, Adena grabbed everything she needed — dress, shoes, accessories, and secret box— and left her apartment. Outside, Adena popped the trunk to her matte black, premium G–Class SUV, placing all of her things in there before getting into the car. It was going to take her a few hours to get from the City to Albany. Determination set in her features, Adena blended into traffic at the precise moment it began to rain.
The three hours gave Adena time to reflect on everything. She listened to her favorite playlist on repeat and rolled her windows down to allow the scent from the rain to waft her nose. All she could think about was how her childhood trauma molded her into the woman she is today.
We can often undervalue the relevance of our childhood experiences, “Adena’s therapist said, “We can also underestimate the effect childhood experiences have on us when we become adults. Childhood makes up the pillar we build our personality upon. It's our way of understanding the world around us, our relationships, feelings, and thoughts…”
Adena was exposed to a distressing and emotionally painful event. It caused psychological damage that took years for her to cope with. She has difficulty establishing healthy relationships because she constantly has her guard up and she’s unable to trust anyone enough to let them into her personal space. A hyper-vigilance resulting in her constantly mistrusting everyone around her.
She was able to do that with Erik, because he too is healing from trauma. The neglect from his mother in his childhood, the abuse, the constant fighting between his parents, and his mother’s substance abuse helped develop an unhealthy pattern. Adena is driven by her traumatic experience to seek revenge on her father and everyone else responsible. Erik is driven by unresolved anger and resentment. BDSM for both of them is a healing process.
In BDSM, individuals often focus on their breathing while they endure pain and other sensory play. Rhythm and repetition may be introduced through creating consistent rhythms in impact play or by having one of the participants count to a certain number while they do a certain task. It can be introduced in a lot of creative ways. It helps with her depression and anxiety. It gives her the upper hand and control.
After several hours, Adena arrived at The Argus Hotel and Cocktail Lounge, valet taking her keys and the hotel staff graciously loading her things onto a cart to take to her room. She booked a family room for the evening since she didn’t plan on staying the entire weekend. After retrieving her room key, Adena decided to grab a drink at the cocktail lounge. She took a seat at the bar, waving down a bartender. Adena ordered herself a whiskey smash and waited only ten minutes before a radiant, expensive looking woman with voluminous hair swayed into the lounge. She spotted Adena sitting at the bar and joined her. They both embraced each other for a long time. It’s been months since they’d seen each other.
“Aunt Felicity,” Adena said, smiling fondly, “You don’t know how happy I am to see you.”
Felicity pulled Adena into another hug.
“I missed you too, sweetheart…so much,” She looked at Adena with glossy eyes, “Look at you! Just as beautiful as your momma…”
Adena smiled, “You look great too, auntie. London is treating you well I see.”
“It could be treating you well too if you decided to stay with me.”
Felicity ordered what Adena had and they took their drinks to a private booth to sit down and have a chat. Felicity removed her red peacoat revealing a champagne-colored satin blouse and high waisted, wide leg black pants. The low lamp light above them casts a yellow glow against their skin. Felicity removed the cocktail straw from her drink and took a sip from the rim of her glass, leaving a red lip stain behind. Felicity looked at Adena with sad eyes. Adena knew what she wanted to say so she sat waiting patiently.
“Adena, you know you don’t have to go through with this. I’ve told you more than once that it isn’t safe. But, I also know that I can’t change your mind.” Felicity whispered.
“Then you know that this is what I want to do, auntie. They deserve to pay, all of them.” Adena spoke with determination. Her voice went from sweet and silvery to provocative and soothing; her usual voice.
“Even Erik Stevens?” Felicity questioned.
Adena sat in silence staring across the table at her aunt’s accusatory expression.
“You plan to kill him tonight as well? Or do you not have it in your heart anymore?”
“…I plan to end his life as well,” Adena said with the most captivating voice, “Do you doubt me, auntie?”
“No. I don’t doubt you. I know you’re more than capable…I just wish I could be there to protect you.”
“If you step foot in there, they’ll kill you, aunt Felicity. I can’t have that. They already took my mother away from me, I won’t let them take the only real family I have left.” Adena argued.
Felicity released a shaky breath.
“And you think I’ll allow any of them to hurt you? I promised your mother that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Going in there is like walking into a lion's den. They will not show you mercy, Adena.”
Adena leaned into the table to talk closer, “I will not show them mercy. I’ve waited for this moment. Tonight is the night they pay for all of it. I’m not changing my mind.”
Felicity’s eyes fell to her hands. She blinked back tears quickly before meeting Adena’s eyes again.
“Didn’t you say that there are weapons lining the walls?” Adena asked.
“Yes. Plenty.” Felicity replied.
“Good. This dagger won’t be enough. I need something bigger,” Adena said before a wicked smile graced her lips.
“You better come out alive, Adena. Or so help me God I will run in there after you. I’m serious, Adena—”
“Do you need a reminder of what my father did to you when he thought you tried to give him up for what he did to my mother? He beat you close to death. You were in the hospital for MONTHS after that while I was taken care of by some woman I hardly even knew. Every time I came to visit you, I thought you were going to die. Do you know how hard that was? After what happened to my mom?”
The adrenaline coursing through Adena’s body made her blind from the amount of tears that escaped her brown eyes. Felicity sat very still across from her, her own eyes brimming with tears that she fought to hold back.
“No. You will not come looking for me. I’ve worked hard to get to this point. No man is strong enough to take me down, auntie. I’m built on rage and strength beyond what they’re prepared for. I’m naturally stronger than the average person, and it’s not because of my combat skills. I’m a siren like my momma. That alone will carry me through the night.”
“Hello?!”
Vivian sauntered into The Stevens Estate looking like a tall glass of milk wearing an all-white pantsuit with a white fur coat and Prada shades. Erik’s chauffeur carried in her things for the highly anticipated evening, waiting for someone to show up and take her things. Amadi appeared from a room with his hands behind his back and his chin held high. Vivian removed her designer shades and smiled excitedly at Amadi, but he didn’t return the smile.
“You must be Miss. Wood,” Amadi said, “Welcome to The Stevens Estate. We have been expecting you.”
“Thank you for having me,” Vivian spoke pleasantly.
Amadi grabbed her bags from Erik’s driver and stood before her.
“Follow me this way, Miss. Wood. I will show you to your room for the evening.”
Vivian looked around in wonder at the extraordinary home that belonged to the prestigious Stevens Family. She prided herself in finally snagging an invite from the man himself. She’d worked hard to get here, and to finally walk the halls with polished floors and pricey decor, she couldn’t help but inwardly cheer. Amadi led the way up one of the staircases to the second level. From there, he entered one of many guest rooms that was the size of an apartment. Vivian looked around with astonishment. The master bathroom reminded her of a royal bath house and the bed was fit for a queen.
“This is where you will stay. Mr. Stevens is quite busy at the moment entertaining guests, but there are some things he would like for you to do to prepare for your evening with the Court of Aje.”
Two young and very attractive women who looked like maids sauntered into the room. They both kept their heads bowed, waiting for their command.
“This is Alicia and Lucy. They will help you prepare for the evening.”
Amadi turned to leave and Vivian helped herself to a glass of complimentary champagne sitting on a gold platter.
“Hello, ma’am. We’ve been instructed to give you a preparation bath for the Feast of Feasts.” They both spoke in unison.
“The Feast of Feasts?” Vivian questioned.
“It’s the big dinner before the ball. There is a tremendous spread of food and it’s required for you to be full and hearty. You must dine naked and only wearing your masquerade mask.” Lucy said.
Alicia continued, “And before the dinner, we have to give you a bath infused with essential oils that help with your sexual energy. You also have to release that sexual energy…through multiple orgasms. It helps to get everyone prepared for the night’s festivities.”
Vivian downed the rest of her champagne and placed the empty glass back on the gold platter. Alicia and Lucy — both overwhelmingly gorgeous with their deep melanin skin and braided hair — approached Vivian at a leisurely pace. Vivian looked between the both of them, startled when Lucy began removing her coat while Alicia went to work taking off her clothes. When she was fully naked before them, Alicia and Lucy led Vivian into the bathroom. They instructed her to sit while they prepared the bath.
A jacuzzi tub began filling with bath water and Alicia and Lucy started pouring essential oils into the bath. Lavender, sandalwood, and ylang ylang. They topped it off with white rose petals and burned incense. Vivian stood from her seat and walked over to the bath so that Alicia and Lucy could help her in. The water was hot and the oils against her skin felt therapeutic. Vivian was instructed to lay back while Alicia and Lucy massaged her body. The smell, the touch, and the taste of champagne on her tongue woke up her sexual desires as if they were hibernating.
Vivian was stunned to feel both of their hands between her legs, rubbing along her folds softly. Vivian thrust her chest out and her nipples began to pebble. A pair of lips wrapped around her left nipple and her eyes shot open to find Lucy sucking on her tit. Alicia was busy circling Vivian’s clit with her thumb as she watched Lucy feast on her hard nipple. This isn’t Vivian’s first rodeo; being with a woman. She’d explored many times before. She just didn’t expect this to be a part of the equation. However, she wasn’t complaining.
“What are you both doing?” Vivian asked with a quiver in her voice.
“What we must do, Miss. Wood. You see, it’s our job to help you relax and release. The essential oils are an aphrodisiac when inhaled before and during intimacy. You’ll need to prepare yourself for what’s in store for you this evening.” Alicia said.
Vivian swallowed spit. If this was just a crumb of what she would be getting herself into, she couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for her. She sat in that bath and allowed Lucy and Alicia to taste and touch her body. Vivian held her tongue, but deep down she wanted them to join her. Take off their clothes and climb into the bath so they could explore each other’s bodies.
“Miss. Wood, it’s time to go back to the room where we will finish what we started,” Lucy said with a soft voice.
The water sloshed as Vivian stood up and stepped out of the tub. Still dripping wet, Lucy and Alicia led her over to a leather tantra chair within the room. Vivian was instructed to sit closer towards the edge with her legs spread wide. Vivian did as she was told, curious as to what was going to happen next. Both women dressed as sexy maids got down on their knees between her legs and without hesitation, spread her outer lips. The heat radiating from Vivian’s core caused both women to release audible moans before they inched closer. Their curled tongues dragged slowly over her inner folds.
“Oh, Fuuck!!” Vivian whispered.
They were such good pussy eaters.
“You have to stay still, Miss. Wood. It’s required that you cum from our mouths first before we insert the vibrator.”
“What?—”
Vivian hissed when Lucy began flicking her bud with the tip of her tongue. Alicia pressed her own appendage against Lucy’s and went to work making that clit as stiff as it can get. Vivian’s perfectly implanted breasts propelled forward as she arched her back from the chair. She reached forward and placed her hands on the backs of their heads.
“Yes! Just like that, shit,” Vivian’s toes flexed, “Fuck, yes!”
When her clit was nice and fat, Alicia lunged forward and wrapped her juicy lips around its stiffness before Lucy could. Lucy simply giggled, sitting up on her knees to finish tasting Vivian’s breasts.
“Mr. Stevens informed us that this is a fantasy of yours, Miss. Wood. As beautiful as you are, I couldn't resist the urge to see for myself what Mr. Stevens spoke so highly of.” Lucy revealed.
Alicia popped her clit out her mouth, “It’s true that you have a big clit…and you taste so good, Miss. Wood.”
Vivian remained speechless but the overflow of lubrication from her opening and the hardness of her nipples was enough to let them know that she was enjoying everything. Alicia switched places with Lucy to let her suck on Vivian’s clit but Alicia inserted two fingers into Vivian’s pussy. Vivian’s hips bucked in unison with Alicia’s fingers pumping in and out of her. She looked from Lucy sucking on her pussy to Alicia thrashing her wet tongue on her nipples.
“You both are gonna make me cum!” Vivian shouted with ecstasy.
“Good,” Lucy groaned, “Cum as much as you want, Miss. Wood.”
“Do you hear her pussy, Lucy? It’s soaked,” Alicia spoke with astonishment.
“Let me see,” Lucy dipped her fingers inside, “Mmmm…so warm and wet.”
Alicia giggled with her two fingers in her mouth.
Vivian felt heat creep up her body and her inner thighs quaked with her release. Milky white ejaculate flowed from her opening and down the crack of her ass. It didn’t matter how overstimulated she was, Alicia and Lucy were in awe of her pussy and the taste of it.
Lucy licked her fingers clean and Alicia spread Vivian’s pussy open so she could see everything clearly. The sheen of sweat on Vivian’s tawny skin looked just as tasty as her cum. Alicia stood to retrieve something from a drawer while Lucy tongue-fucked Vivian.
“You can’t get enough of this pussy can you?” Vivian said.
“Neither will the others,” Lucy smiled.
Vivian’s clit jumped at that.
Alicia returned with a bullet vibrator that is remote-controlled. She brought the egg-shaped toy to Vivian’s creamy entrance and began inserting it. Once inside, she tested out which setting would be best and settled for a low rumble that will keep Vivian teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“With her cum covered lips, Lucy spoke, “Soon, Amadi will be here to retrieve you for a feast before the ball. Me and Alicia will get you prepared after dinner.”
Alicia and Lucy made their exit with the control to the vibrator in their possession. Vivian rested for an hour before being summoned to dinner. Within the dining room, there is a grand dining table filled with savory foods and desserts. Vivian was escorted in by Amadi, a long, pure white sheer robe draped over her visibly naked body.
Erik was seated at the head of the table, plate half eaten. He was wearing a fluffy black robe with matching black slippers and the family name embroidered on it. His locs are side swept and freshly twisted. From the opening in his robe, Vivian can make out a Cuban link gold chain resting against his pecs. Amadi pulled out Vivian’s seat at the other end of the table so she could stare across at Erik.
“Your kitchen staff made enough food to feed an entire army,” Vivian stated.
“How was your bath?” Erik questioned, ignoring Vivian’s previous statement.
“Lovely. And so are your maids…bed warmers I assume?” Vivian spoke with amusement.
“Did you not enjoy what they did for you, Vivian?” Erik questioned.
“I—I did. But—”
The bullet vibrator inside of her began to rumble and Vivian gripped the arms of her chair tightly while her knees buckled. Erik watched her from the other side of the table, chewing on a buttery roll. The fork in Vivian’s hand clattered to the table from the amount of writhing she was doing in her seat.
The vibrations finally stopped but the throbbing of her clit didn’t cease.
“No buts. Lucy and Alicia are great at what they do and they are well taken care of.” Erik said.
“I wasn’t trying to talk bad about them, Erik,” Vivian said breathlessly, “I was just shocked.”
Erik triggered the vibrator again and set it to a pulse setting that had Vivian jumping in her seat.
“Eat, Vivian. And drink your wine, you need to be well nourished for this evening’s events. Now…have you ever been properly slutted out before, Vivian…by multiple people at once?”
Vivian continued to squirm in her chair. She began moaning over her plate of food, unable to answer Erik’s question.
“Nod your head yes or shake your head no. Have you had sex with multiple people at once before. Threesome? Foursome? Orgy?”
Vivian looked up at Erik through flickering lids and an open mouth and shook her head no.
“Hmm,” Erik grabbed his glass of Hennessy, “Well, don’t I have a surprise for you, baby. You see, in order to properly be prepared for the Court of Aje, you have to be sexually liberated…free from social conventions or traditional ideas…”
Vivian whimpered into her glass of wine. Erik lowered the setting on the control and a shaky breath escaped her mouth. He knocked back the rest of his drink and stood from his seat. Erik walked over to Vivian with an empty glass in one hand and the control in the other. Her half-lidded eyes traveled down the length of his body until they fell on the bulge she could see in the front of his robe. She looked up at him again and pleaded for his dick to be in her mouth. Erik stepped away before she could grab him and walked around to settle behind her chair.
“No…tonight, you don’t get to suck me…or fuck me…you will be a sex slave to the Court…you will obey every rule of the Court…understand?”
Vivian rapidly nodded her head and Erik increased the vibrator to the highest setting. Vivian’s head fell back against the chair and Erik looked down at her. He could see her nipples straining against the sheer robe and smell her arousal.
“Words. Do…you…understand?” Erik demanded.
“Yes,” Vivian said.
“Good. Finish your food. Lucy and Alicia will be down to take care of you.”
Erik swept away with the controller in his hand while Vivian tried to enjoy her meal without thinking about what Erik had said.
“Well? What do you think?”
Felicity stood from her seat on Adena’s hotel bed and stared at her niece dressed in her attire for the evening.
“It’s…beautiful. Fitting for your mission,” Felicity’s eyes lingered on the dress, “Very dark.”
Adena turned and stared at her reflection in a body-length wall mirror. The dress is all black and sparkling as if doused in black diamonds. The sweetheart neckline and bodice fit her curves like a glove. A black, sheer, floor-length cloak draped over her shoulders and the hood covered her French twist updo. A silver and black full Venetian masquerade mask covered her face. She looked like she was attending a wedding for the underworld but in a glamorous fashion.
“Ruby will be expecting me to show up tonight wearing red…but black is more my fashion,” Adena said.
“Your mother wore red,” Felicity recalled, “Someone sent her an anonymous red box with a black and red masquerade mask inside of it…just like Ruby did for you.”
Adena recalled the red box that determined her mother’s fate. What is it with red boxes? It couldn’t be that easy…could it?
“…Why didn’t I make this correlation before,” Adena rushed over to the box, opening it frantically, “This can’t be a coincidence—but Ruby doesn’t know anything about me. She doesn’t know that Carmella Brighton is my mother.”
Felicity stood from her seat on the bed, “Well…I think someone does…I thought so for a while now…”
Adena cut her eyes at her aunt, “what do you mean?”
Felicity gave Adena a sorry look, “I was going to wait to tell you after tonight but we made a promise never to keep anything from each other again.”
“Yes, we did,” Adena clarified, “So, what is it?”
Felicity took a minute to gather herself before grabbing Adena’s hands, caressing them with her thumbs, “Victoria Stevens…and your father…had an affair together for years…before your mother came into the picture.”
Adena slowly nodded her head in understanding with a perplexed look on her face, “I remember you told me this…but what does this have to do with the red box?”
Felicity heaved a sigh, “Victoria is a jealous woman. She sabotaged any relationship Damion had, and she didn’t hold her tongue about how much she hated your mother. It was envy. She couldn’t stand the way Damion looked at her. She hated that your father would go back to Carmella again and again…she wanted her dead. Just like how she wanted Damion’s fake wife dead...and she got her wish.”
“Aunt Felicity,” Adena said, “Tell me. No more secrets.”
“…I don’t think Ruby sent this box, baby,” Felicity picked up the elegant box with the satin bow. She smoothed her hands over the top of the box, eyes never blinking, “This is the exact same box from all those years ago…I can tell. As much as Ruby may despise you for what happened with Erik…she doesn’t have the power to pull strings to get an exclusive invitation to one of the most strictly confidential parties.”
Adena’s heart beat rapidly as she stared at the box. She couldn’t understand how Victoria Stevens knew about her. She knew that her aunt Felicity wouldn’t have said anything. Damion would have found her by now if he knew. What was Victoria playing at?
“Wha—how–how does she even know about me?!” Adena said frantically.
“I don’t know, Adena. I don’t think she always knew. She probably hired a private investigator to find out everything about you. Has anything weird happened around you lately? Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?”
Adena pondered with fierce eyes, “No. I didn’t notice anything.”
“She’s trying to get rid of you…because of Carmella,” Felicity clenched her jaw and bared her teeth like she wanted to strangle someone, “She has some fucking nerve! Everyone who truly knows Victoria knows that she couldn’t have children. As soon as she found out your mother was pregnant, she did everything in her power to bring her down! She was so miserable and unloved in her own marriage that she had to go and have somebody else’s—”
“What do you mean she couldn’t have children? She had Erik.”
Felicity tilted her head at Adena and shook her head. Adena took a few steps back, dropping her mask onto the carpet.
“Wait…Erik isn’t her child?”
Felicity hung her head and turned her back to Adena, walking away towards one of the windows with her arms folded. Adena stood there, staring at her aunt's back, waiting for her to laugh or say gotcha! Felicity ran her hands through her voluminous hair and exhaled.
“Victoria had suffered from multiple miscarriages with Joseph. It made her depressed and damn near suicidal. Joseph resented her for it, he was out doing his dirt, sleeping around, and beating Victoria whenever she talked back to him. She wanted a child so badly…and finally found the opportunity…to make Joseph happy.”
Felicity veered back to look at Adena as she spoke, “A young mother put her baby up for adoption…Simone was her name…Simone Merryman. She was a rape victim who had gotten pregnant and she was looking for a well-off family to take her newborn baby in. Victoria jumped on the opportunity and to no surprise, so did Joseph. He wanted a son to carry on the legacy of The Stevens Family. Blood or not, he took Erik in and raised him to be his rightful progeny. The only ones who knew the truth were Damion and me.”
Adena was stunned into silence.
“I shouldn’t be unloading this onto you right now, Adena, but I just…I can’t keep things from you anymore. I’ve been in hiding, and I feel like I haven’t been a very good aunt to you…a guardian. I feel like at times I’ve been so caught up in my guilt that I forgot about my responsibilities. And now look, I’m letting you walk into this party alone.”
Felicity’s voice cracked and she tried to focus on her breathing but she was distracted with the amount of tears blinding her vision. Adena knelt down in front of her aunt while she was seated on the bed and stroked her tear-stained cheek. Felicity hung her head in shame, unable to look her niece in the eye.
“So many secrets...I just feel like I’ve let you down.”
“Auntie…hey…look at me,” Adena said with a soothing voice, “I love you. You are an amazing woman and a great parent. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to raise me after the tragedy that struck my life…so I don’t want to hear you beating yourself up about anything, you hear me?”
Adena rested her cheek against her aunt's lap and Felicity rubbed the tears away from her cheeks.
“No more secrets, no more lies,” Adena said with a trembling voice, “Is there anything else that you want to tell me? Please? I know you feel like you need to protect me, but I can handle it. You know I can. So please,” Adena pressed.
“…okay,” Felicity caved as if released from bondage, “I killed Joseph Stevens.”
Adena shot up from her aunt's lap and gasped so loud the people sleeping next door could probably hear. She pressed her hands against her mouth and took a few steps back from her aunt. Somehow, this news was more shocking than finding out that Erik Stevens is actually adopted.
“I was in town here in Albany…Joseph somehow found out that I was back, probably somebody that I thought had my back told him…anyway…he found me staying at a boathouse that I rented and things got heated,” Felicity balled her fists in her lap, “He tried to kill me, Adena! I–I–it happened so fast! we were in his car and it was raining and I grabbed the steering wheel and he was flooring it—”
Adena rushed over to her aunt and grabbed her hands.
“We hit a tree and he went flying out of the windshield, Adena,” Felicity’s lower lip trembled and tears streamed from her eyes, “I was stunned. The only thing I could think of doing at that moment was getting out of there. I called the only person I knew would cover this all up…your father.”
Adena closed her eyes and a single tear cascaded down her left cheek. She’d always wondered why her aunt hadn’t spoken to her for a while after that.
“Damion helped out with everything. I had a few cracked ribs and a dislocated shoulder. Damion was…happy. He was thrilled to find out that Joseph was finally gone. Happy that he did what my family had always wanted…bring them down one by one. I actually thought he would leave me there to die…I wanted to tell you…I should have told you.”
Adena grabbed her aunts hands, “Forget about that. I’m just glad you’re here with me.”
“I’ll always be here with you.” Felicity spoke gently.
Felicity pulled Adena into a tight hug and watched as her niece walked away to retrieve her masquerade mask from the floor. She followed Adena’s movements to the side table and noticed that she’d checked the time. Adena’s expression hardened and her back stiffened before her eyes fell on her aunt’s.
“It’s time to go, aunt Felicity. Are you ready?”
“Are you?” Felicity asked.
Adena thrust out her chest and squared her shoulders before giving her aunt a firm nod.
Instead of driving up to the frontage like the other guests, Felicity arrived at the Stevens Estate and parked her black sports car down the hill so she wouldn’t be spotted. Adena stepped out of the car with her mask on and a small, black sequin handbag that carried her invitation, dagger, and cellphone. She promised her aunt that she would be back and walked away towards the open gates leading to the mansion on a hill.
Her anticipation and eagerness pushed her up the hill. She wasn’t tired, she was more than energized. Adena was ready to fuck shit up. Show these bourgeoisie people what being a Brighton is all about. Adena’s four inch heels click-clacked against the cobblestone as she made her way past the iron gates, rounding a large, tiered water fountain and stopping at the bottom of the steps leading up to the front entrance of the three story mansion. Two burly guards wearing pitch black cloaks and decorative wood masks colored black and gold stood before the doors as still as statues.
Adena gathered the bottom of her gown and took her time ascending the stairs. As soon as she made it to the top landing, one of the guards stepped forward abruptly, stopping Adena before she could even take another step forward. His calloused, beefy hand stretched out and Adena looked from his open palm to her sequin bag. She unzipped the handbag and stuck her hand inside. With the folded invitation in her hand, she placed it gently into the masked guard’s hand and waited with baited breath.
The guard opened the folded invite and brought it up, examining it through the tiny slits in the mask where his eyes are. Adena tried her best to remain calm but her left brow began to sweat. The guard before her raised his head to peer at her, then turned to look over his shoulder at the other guard. They both nodded their heads before he turned back to face her.
“Password?” He said with a muffled voice.
“Fidelio.”
Both guards stepped aside and Adena stared straight ahead past the double doors and black drapery. Adena hesitated for a moment, a small part of her afraid to walk past the barrier. The thought of entering the place filled with people responsible for what happened to her mother made her ill. But she knew she had to keep going. She knew she had to find Damion…and Erik. As she proceeded forward, a part of her felt sorry for him. That part also didn’t want to kill him, but there is no other way.
Adena’s trembling fingers parted the black velvet drapery, and she crossed over into a room filled with masks, black cloaks, nudity, Aerial dancers, and rumba dancing. Some masks were elaborate and feathered, some were made with intricate craftsmanship as if carved front steel, and others were very freakish and creepy; fitting for Halloween. The room was dimly lit and suspended from the ceiling were aerial dancers twirling on black and gold acrobatic silk that glided through the air creating a beautiful show.
There had to be at least one hundred people in attendance —more men than women — and the men wore black cloaks while the women were either dressed in formal wear to match their masks, or nude. Cigar smoke clouded her vision and there was an abundance of alcohol being passed around for everyone to get a taste of. Each time her mink brown eyes swept the room, a new scene would play before her. There were young women ushering horny men to a spot to play out their exhibitionist fantasies. Couples swapped spit while fondling each other on the dance floor.
What really had her attention was a woman wearing an all white masquerade mask and a matching old Hollywood feathered white robe as pure as snow. She was currently sitting upon an all black throne chair with each of her legs draped over the arms of the long back chair. Two men wearing back slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, and full face, gold Venetian masks held each of her toned legs back by her slender ankles while her wrists are tied with white silk behind the chair. Another man dressed in a cloak and a plague Doctor Venetian mask was holding a wand vibrator to her pussy that had her moaning loudly.
The spotlight above the woman put her on display for everyone to enjoy. The man between her legs glided the vibrator over her swollen bud one last time before pulling away so a long and heavy stream of squirt could release. Her inner thighs quaked out of control and she didn’t look like she had it in her to cum again. Her head dropped forward but her legs remained open and another man stepped forward carrying a drill with a 12-inch dildo attached to the end of it. Adena was happy her face didn’t show. With the head of the silicone dick inside of her, he started the drill and the dildo spun and whirled around deep in her overworked pussy at an inhuman pace.
“Look at her pussy! Isn’t it beautiful!”
“The sacrifice is perfect!”
“Make her squirt again!”
“I’m fucking her next!”
The woman looked as if she would fall into a coma. There’s no telling how many times she had an orgasm. Adena knew all too well what that felt like. The bow tie arm position with the frog tie leg position was one of many bondage positions she was tied up in when she was apprenticed to a BDSM couple for a summer. Adena could recall many times of almost blacking out from intense rounds of overstimulation during her training with the couple.
Adena didn’t stick around long enough to see the woman in white cum hard and hopefully a final time all over that 12-inch dildo. Instead, she made her way towards an open bar where she ordered a drink and kept her eyes focused on her surroundings. She noticed many Venetian mirrors lining the walls, which wasn’t surprising considering Erik being a Katoptronophiliac; having a kink for mirrors. Adena scanned the room full of people and spotted Ruby chatting it up with Mark and another man. It wasn’t hard to recognize Ruby with her half masquerade mask. She’s wearing a stunning long gown in rose gold set by its V-neckline in thin straps. The curvy and body-lacing fit traced her body contours, showing off her beauty on the surface level. The fitting silhouette flared down the hip, shaping like the mouth of a trumpet.
Mark wore a simple pair of black slacks and a white button down with a black cape tied around his neck that made him look like a 17th century vampire. He completed the look with a white phantom of the opera mask. The mystery man chatting with them wore an all black tux with a silver full masquerade mask on his face. Adena knew exactly who that was. She walked away with her drink in hand, eyes on her like she was the main attraction. She stared openly at the man in the silver mask until he could feel her looking and when he met her eyes Adena turned away.
So far, she hadn’t spotted her father or Erik anywhere. She was impressed that she’d made it this far without being questioned about who she is, but that didn’t take away from the anxiety she felt of being discovered. She noticed people climb the stairs to the second level, curiosity getting the best of her as she climbed the stairs. The attendees occupying the stairs parted for her like the Red Sea, whispering and pointing, wondering who was under that mask.
Finally, Adena arrived on the second-floor landing, and her eyes scanned from left to right. Two long hallways leading to many doors with walls decorated with art and collectibles. She decided to go left, walking at a slow pace, making sure she wasn’t being followed. The music faded as she made her way down the hall, her eyes scanning the walls. She noticed that most of the art and collectibles are African. Pictographs, Petroglyphs, vases, sculptures, and tools made from stone and bone. There was a variety of African weapons including spears, shields, clubs, swords and knives that are placed in protective glass curios.
A male voice suddenly could be heard coming from a room with double doors and brass handles so Adena slipped into an empty room that looked like a guest bedroom and waited to see who was coming. After a minute a male figure wearing a hooded black velvet cape with a long train and loose linen black pants that were tight at the ankles and bare feet. As her eyes ascended his body that she could tell was solid and well-proportioned from his bare chest and v-cut, she noticed various gold chains hanging from his neck and then a flashy all gold masquerade mask with wings that reminded her of the wings of Horus shielding half his face. The braided back locs, thick lips, and gold fangs told her the identity of the man straight away.
Adena froze. This would have been the perfect opportunity to strike, but she couldn’t move. Erik turned around and began talking with another man and the deep baritone of his voice filled her with rage. She peered between the crack in the door, and her eyes fell upon her father. His voice was hushed so Adena couldn’t make out his words. This brought her back to the first time she’d seen her father in person that day at work. Adena is quite the actor with years of preparation to finally face her father. Inside, she was screaming and imagining herself standing over his mangled body.
She thought up so many ways to kill her father. Slow torture, gun-shot to the head, a knife to the throat, poisoning, fire, any and every way to murder him. Now, she just wanted him dead no matter how she got the job done. When they finally walked away, Adena exhaled a breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding. Her hands were clenched into a tight fist.
The aerial dancers had gone away and what’s left is the black and gold silk billowing around the room. The ballroom darkened except for the spotlight illuminating the center of the floor. Everyone in attendance formed a circle, silently awaiting the arrival of their cult leader. Adena had snuck back downstairs at some point during the party and blended in with everyone. The sexual activities came to a halt momentarily for what looked like an important transition in tonight’s festivities.
Straight across, two burly, cloaked guards with wooden masks opened two grandiose doors that led to the back of the estate and in walked Erik Stevens, Damion trailing behind him. You could hear a pin drop in the ballroom with how quiet and still it is. The acrobatic silk hanging from the ceiling brushed over Erik’s shoulders as he strolled forward with an intimidating gait. Adena could even feel the presence of him deep within her bone marrow. As soon as he appeared in the center of the lit circle, the woman in white joined him wearing a satin white gown with a train.
Erik stepped aside and allowed the woman to occupy the center of the lit circle while he slowly moved around her, as if sizing her up. The woman nervously locked eyes with him each time he appeared in front of her. Adena felt someone grab her hand, and when she looked over her shoulder, she recognized the mysterious man that was talking to Ruby and Mark earlier. His silver masquerade mask is reflective and she could see her cautious eyes staring up at him. With one gloved hand, he pressed his finger to the mouth of the mask, signaling for her to remain silent.
“You have been chosen by Aje herself for the evening,” Erik stopped in front of the woman, “And tonight…we make an offering to Aje…our goddess of abundance and wealth. She choses who is deserving of good fortune…”
Erik stepped aside, revealing the woman in white to everyone in the room again.
“Now…do you feel you are deserving of good fortune and status?” Erik questioned.
“Yes,” she spoke loudly and proudly, “I have worked hard to get where I am today.”
“Have you?” Erik asked, tilting his head in question, challenging her words.
Unsure, the woman nodded her head, “I believe I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been asked to join the court.”
Erik clasped his hands in front of him, “I never said you were a new member of the court…Vivian.”
Gasps and whispers filled the room. Adena looked around her and then back at the woman. When Erik removed her mask, Adena’s eyes squinted with recognition.
Vivian Wood.
“You crave power, money, fame…and yet you aren’t worthy of any of those things, Vivian. You haven’t been for years now.”
Vivian stood embarrassed by Erik’s claims, looking around the room trying to appear poised and confident.
“You’re washed up, Vivian. You look down on others around you as if you’re anything better. You use people for your own financial gain…”
Erik began circling her again, and this time Vivian began to cower beneath his gaze. The black cloak he wore reminded Adena of an imposing shadow and his winged mask made him look even more powerful.
“And don’t you dare lie. It won’t do good to lie…especially when you're the offering to Aje.”
“…offering? What do you mean by offering?—”
“Filled with libations and freed of sexual tension…you are more than ready to join the others before you.”
Vivian stepped back and when she did, the circle grew tighter. Her frightened eyes turned to Erik for an explanation, but he simply stood before her, looking down on her as if she were the scum of the earth.
“You’re the sacrifice, love.” Erik said with a menacing voice.
Vivian backed away and almost tripped on the bottom of her gown.
“A sacrifice! What?! Erik! What is this—what do you mean by sacrifice! How—How could you do something—what kind of people are you?! Is this some sick joke to make me scared?!” Vivian shouted.
Laughter filled the room and Erik raised one hand to silence it. Vivian looked from left to right then back at Erik, trembling with fear.
“A—After everything, you—you want to kill me? Am I really not worthy enough?! Do I really mean nothing to you, Erik?!”
“Vivian…we were never an item. I only got close to you, because it was a part of the plan. I knew that you wanted an invite to the Court of Aje…It was only a matter of time before you finally showed up.” Erik said.
Erik snapped his fingers and the guards that opened the doors for Erik seized Vivian’s arms. With their strength, they lifted her off her feet and carried her to the yard while she was kicking and screaming. The room erupted with sinister cheers and praises to Aje. Adena watched as everyone bounded forward, following behind their leader. The man behind her with the reflective silver masquerade mask gripped her left wrist tightly, halting her in her footsteps.
“What are you doing here, Dina?” He whispered.
“None of your business, Greg,” Adena whispered back through clenched teeth.
“I saw you…at the hotel…”
Adena turned to face Greg.
“Were you following me?” Adena questioned.
Greg didn’t respond as he led the way out of the ballroom and into the yard. Adena could see a raging fire and a large stone edging where the two guards tied Vivian’s ankles and wrists to. She was laid out like a sacrificial lamb, screaming and pleading for help. Beyond that is a hedge maze and a botanical garden. The full moon and swirling clouds made for a spooky evening above them.
“How do you know Felicity?” Greg asked with a hushed voice.
“…how do you know her?” Adena fired back with a question, “And right now isn’t the time to ask questions.”
“She’s Damion’s sister. I’ve known her since I was a child…I saw you talking with her in the lounge…then I saw you and her leaving your room dressed as you are now…”
Adena stood silent but she looked around her to make sure no one was listening.
“I’ve always felt as if I’ve seen you before, Dina…and the truth is…I have.”
Adena went very still.
“You’re friends with my sister, Ruby…I’ve seen you once before some years ago…so there’s clearly more to you than just an assistant to Erik Stevens.”
Ignoring Greg, Adena’s eyes fell upon the man of the hour. Erik walked up to Vivian’s writhing body, his cloak gone now. He’s carrying a gold blade in his right hand, and his guards stood behind him in a straight line as if waiting for their next command. A dreadful feeling formed in her gut. She knew what was going to happen…but was she prepared to see someone slaughtered in front of her. She knew the flames were there to burn Vivian’s body to ash.
Erik stood over Vivian’s body, staring down at her tear-stained face and struggling limbs. He reached out with his hand and lightly stroked her cheek with his knuckles before raising his Kukri blade. The gold blade gleamed like the gold slugs on his teeth as he parted his lips to speak.
“Aje, supreme goddess of wealth. Benevolent provider of all human needs. Owner of 1400 ado. Aje turns the wise man into a fool. And makes a fool of the wise man…”
The praise echoed as everyone else began reciting those exact same words.
Erik spoke again, raising his blade with both hands, “Aje, supreme goddess of wealth. Benevolent provider of all human needs. The only master that calls. To whom all respond. The white man pitching a tent in the bush is an adventurer driven by bad luck.”
Adena tried to repeat the words in tune with everyone else to blend in.
“Aje! Aje! You are the mother in the house. You are the mother at the farm. You are the mother of all the hidden and open places. Aje, supreme goddess of wealth! Benevolent provider of all human needs
You made a servant into a king! Aje! Aje! Aje! Benevolent provider of all human needs. Wife of six hundred husbands!”
Aje! Aje! Aje!
Ritualistic drums sounded off and everyone began prancing around as if overcome by the spirit of Aje. Greg pushed Adena along so it wouldn’t go noticed that she was an outsider. She jumped, waved her arms around, and shouted Aje! Aje! Like everyone else. Erik stretched his arms out and looked towards the sky, giving praise to Aje. Vivian’s cries and shouts landed on deaf ears as the sound of the drums grew louder and louder. Some people dropped to their knees and bowed before the sacrifice. Others continued to dance in a circle. The sound of the drums began to slow down and eventually it grew silent again as everyone took their place surrounding Vivian. Adena was still by Greg’s side waiting to see what would happen next.
“Whatever you do…just go along with it, Dina. You have to trust me if you want to live through this. No one ever does.” Greg whispered.
Adena knew that all too well.
“Why should I trust you? Aren’t you just like the rest of them?” Adena said with a hushed tone. .
“Listen to me, whoever sent you that invitation doesn’t have your best interest at heart, Dina. They want you dead.”
“I don’t plan on dying tonight, Greg.” Adena spoke with confidence.
“Dina—”
Adena turned away from him when Erik began speaking again.
“It is you Aje who commanded me, the son of Aje…command me to give you this offering…as a token of my gratitude. Aje! Aje! supreme goddess of wealth. Benevolent provider of all human needs!
Aje! Aje! Aje!
“Accept this offering from your son!”
Aje! Aje! Aje!
Adena’s eyes grew wide behind her mask.
“Aje! Supreme goddess of wealth!”
Her eyes followed the knife in Erik’s hands rising above Vivian’s body to stroke.
Aje! Aje! Aje!
The attack was swift and sudden. The blade sliced into Vivian’s left side and up towards her heart. Her chest ripped, ribs broke. Erik pulled the blade out with violence. Vivian gasped, her eyes bulging in disbelief. From her open mouth came gurgling, sputtering sounds. She wanted to cry out for help, to scream her agony and fear to the party, but she could get no volume. Without a word, Erik inspected the bloody blade and his equally bloody hand, walking away purposefully, with no appearance of panic. With a spluttering gasp, Vivian lay still, as her life ebbed from her, and her senses faded. It was quiet, not uncommonly quiet, but unsettling so.
“Now, present your daggers,” Erik spoke to everyone, “And come forward to show your loyalty to Aje and thank her for the sacrifice.”
Adena watched as everyone presented their daggers. She opened her bag and carefully retrieved her own, removing the protective covering. Adena’s heart hammered in her chest. She knew what she was walking into, but to see it happening before her eyes made her icy with panic. Greg tapped her side and Adena looked up at him. She could see his eyes so she locked onto them.
“You have to do it, Dina. You can’t show your fear.”
People began to walk forward and Adena’s throat tightened when she watched everyone take turns stabbing Vivian. The closer she got, the more she could tell that Vivian was dead. She didn’t particularly like her, but she did feel sorry for her. Who are they to determine who is worthy?
Adena approached Vivian and blood froze in her veins as she looked down at Vivian’s dead body covered in blood. The crimson fluid permanently stained the stone beneath her and trickled down the sides. She knew what had to be done, and the longer she stood there, the more suspicious people would be. Adena masked her fear and raised her blade above Vivian’s thigh. Her grip tightened on the handle and she striked Vivian’s meaty thigh, adrenaline pumping through her body. She’d never stabbed someone before. As she withdrew the blade, blood oozed from the wound slowly. Anxiety eclipsed her thoughts as she dropped the blade in the grass and walked away. She could feel the stickiness of Vivian’s blood on her fingers. Flashes of her mothers body appeared in her mind.
After everyone finished, Damion walked up to Erik dressed in dark blue with a black, gold and royal blue Bauta Mask. The long pointed chin covered his mouth and muffled his voice while the Mask hid his face. Raw anger shot through her at the sight of her father. Erik turned to face him and Damion began applauding Erik in a successful ritual and how they will begin the scarification ritual the next day to finalize everything. One of the cloaked guards with a wooden mask stepped forward with what looked like an ancient Egyptian wine goblet, passing it over to Damion who took Erik’s gold blade covered in blood and began stirring the wine with it. He passed the cup over to Erik and he brought it to his lips, drinking it all down.
“Praise Aje for the blood of the sacrifice…” Damion said.
Erik opened his eyes slowly and licked his lips.
“Thank you, Aje.” Erik said.
The clock struck midnight.
The party continued as if Vivian’s burning body was an afterthought. It was a celebration of Aje’s acceptance of the offering and everyone continued to fill up on wine, food, and sex. Adena didn’t participate in any of the wild fun, she simply stayed far away from everyone, waiting and watching to determine when was the best moment to strike. Damion was a hard man to keep up with. Each time she drew closer to him, he would disappear. Erik had joined the party soon after dressed in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and the first few buttons undone and black slacks with black dress shoes. He still wore his gold chains and gold winged mask. He was partying with a group of guys and carrying a bottle of 1942 in his hand.
Adena kept her eye on Ruby as well. While Mark tried to keep her attention, Ruby was too busy focusing on what Erik was doing, watching his every move like a hawk. Adena felt her handbag vibrate against her hip so she opened it to check her phone and noticed a text message from her aunt Felicity. Adena opened the text and sighed before locking her phone.
Auntie: Adena, time is running out. I’m getting worried sitting out here. If you take too much longer, I’m coming in.
That’s the last thing Adena wanted. She agreed to let her aunt wait for her in the car, but she couldn’t risk losing the only real family she had left. Adena cased the room for any sign of Damion and still, no sign of him. She looked towards the stairs and was ready to go searching for him when a hand wrapped around hers pulling her in the opposite direction. Adena turned around and looked at Greg’s masked face. He wasn’t going to stop so Adena followed him up the stairs and they made a right down the hall and into a room. Greg cracked the door and made sure the room was empty before he removed his mask. Adena placed her bag on the table and Greg sat his mask down before he walked over to Adena.
“What are you doing here?” Greg grumbled.
“Like I said, it’s none of your business. Why are you so concerned?” Adena snapped.
“Because this is not a place for you to be,” Greg looked towards the door before stepping closer to Adena, “Who sent you the invite, Dina?”
“…Your sister,” Adena revealed, “Maybe you should ask her all the questions.”
“Ruby wouldn’t have invited you. She doesn’t have the leverage to secure another invite. No…it was someone else…”
Adena remained silent, turning away. Greg’s face contorted with frustration.
“How do you know Felicity? I hadn’t seen her in years. When I saw you sitting at the bar alone, I was going to join you but then…Felicity walked in and…I saw you two hugging…talking closely…it just doesn’t make sense…”
Adena’s expression hardened beneath her mask.
“You can tell me, Dina. You can trust me.”
“…how can I trust you when you’re a member of The Court of Aje, and your father is a dirty politician who enjoys killing people and covering up murders?”
Adena was face to face with Greg now, looking up at him through her mask.
“For all I know, you just want to get information out of me to try and get me killed. And like I said, your sister invited me. Again, you should ask her all the questions—”
“And you should get out of here, Dina. Whether you want my help or not.” Greg fired back.
“Why are you helping me anyway? Wouldn’t you be risking yourself as well?” Adena scolded.
Greg’s expression closed up and his mouth set in a hard line.
“I know all too well what happens to someone when they get involved with the Court of Aje,” Adena reeled around, her back facing Greg, “And that’s why…I need you to get out of my way.”
Greg drew nearer to Adena, “Dina…did Erik do something to you? Did he hurt you? I know you don’t know me—”
“Then you should know that I have nothing else to say.”
“What happened to that sweet girl?” Greg asked.
“I’m far from sweet, Greg,” Adena admitted.
Greg gaped at Adena. She slowly turned to face him, walking up to him with a switch of her hips.
“I may look naive, but I’m a monster…and I don’t play fair…I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you get in my way.”
Greg’s eyes bugged out at her words and he stood rooted to the spot as Adena walked away. She opened the door to leave but stopped suddenly when Ruby walked in, her hands on her hips and an evil smirk on her lips. Adena took two steps back, her eyes boring into Ruby before she looked over at Greg.
“Well…well…well,” Ruby glared at Greg, “what do we have here? My brother helping an outsider?”
Greg charged forward, blocking Adena, “Why don’t you go back to the party, Ruby. This doesn’t concern you.”
Ruby laughed, “It does. Especially when she’s my dear old friend…Dina…I thought I told you that this party was for the highest members of society? What makes you worthy to step foot into this place and mingle amongst the rich and famous? Hmm?”
Adena didn’t respond to Ruby’s insult. She was seeing red and ready to knock Ruby down a couple feet.
“My brother isn’t the only one who has had eyes on you since the moment you walked through those doors. The woman in black who caught everyone’s attention. And don’t think it didn’t go unnoticed how out of place you acted during the ritual for Aje.”
“What’s your point with all of this, Ruby? She’s your friend!” Greg raged.
“Please, Gregory!” Ruby snapped, “Wait until dad finds out about this. He’ll be even more disappointed in you than he already is. Now,” Ruby turned her attention back to Adena, “What makes you think you belong here, Dina?”
Adena tilted her head at Ruby, still not giving her the satisfaction she desired.
“Nothing? Let me guess, my pathetic little bro decided to invite you?” Ruby hissed.
“Don’t play stupid, Ruby,” Greg argued back in his defense, “You sent her an invitation.”
Ruby’s eyes sparked with rage at her brother.
“I didn’t send her an invite! Why would I risk myself for her—”
“We all know you want Erik and would do anything to get him,” Adena said, “Even if that means getting me killed. I know all about you, Ruby Montgomery. Daughter of Jonathan Montgomery. The mean girl who would do whatever it takes to get what she wants. Even if that means getting blood on her hands.”
Adena was face to face with Ruby now, daring her to do something. Ruby looked Adena up and down with amusement, clearly not taking Adena seriously.
“I let you have your five seconds of fame and glory, but now it’s my turn,” Adena raged, “You don’t get to walk in here with your fake ass and tell someone who’s worthy of what. Bitch, you’re the one that’s not worthy! Never have been. Can’t stand when someone else takes the shine, your non-existent man, your delusions of a life so deserving that you’ll never have because you’re nothing!” Adena shouted angrily, “Every person who has ever crossed your path has nothing but bad things to say about you. Standing right here, right now, I can’t even stand to look at you. I want to ram my first so far into your face that no one would be able to recognize you!!”
A slow and sinister smile spread across Ruby’s lips and she laughed boisterously in Adena’s face, “So, not only are you broke and pathetic, you’re a stalker as well? Wow, Dina. Poor Dina…so envious of what I have that you think your little words are gonna hurt me? Try again,” Ruby sassed, “Try harder. You wanna know why I befriended you? Because I saw that you were broken. You needed me to feel good about yourself, and what better person than me? Why would anyone want you? You’re a foster child, no mommy or daddy,” Ruby faked a whiny voice and pouted in Adena’s face.
Adena fired back, “See…that’s where you’re wrong. You thought you knew everything about me, but you don’t. You never have. Pathetic? You’re still chasing after a man who wouldn’t even breathe in the same air as you if it was up to him. You think everyone is checking for you. NEWS FLASH BITCH! If it wasn’t for your daddy, no one would even notice you! I actually feel sorry for you. Its actually embarrassing to watch you act a fool over a man who would NEVER FUCK YOU AGAIN!”
Ruby gawked at Adena.
“That’s right, I know all about you and Erik. And I know he fucked you and tossed you aside. I know you can’t stand when another woman gets to have a chance with him. And I know exactly what you’re going to do right now…tell everyone that I don’t belong here…guess what? Do it. I dare you. You’re so tough? Walk out.”
Ruby leaned in closer to Adena, “I will. Let’s see how far you make it before each and every one of your limbs are cut from your body—”
It happened so fast. Adena clipped Ruby in the jaw and watched her stumble back against a table, knocking the chair to the floor. Ruby rolled onto her stomach clutching her lip, staring down with distraught eyes at her blood-stained fingers. Adena pushed the hood of her sheer black cloak from her head and ran up to Ruby, grabbing her by her neck, punching her square in the nose. Greg was paralyzed with shock to even stop them from fighting.
Ruby kneed Adena in her stomach which gave her enough room to stand. Blood dripped from her nose and onto her dress profusely. She swayed on her feet, noticing her left heel had snapped and now she was limping. Ruby screamed, baring her teeth as she charged at Adena. Adena took a swift side step and Ruby lost her footing again, knocking into the wall.
“You bitch! Look what you did to my face!” Ruby shrieked.
She picked up a vase and flung it at Adena, missing her by a centimeter as it crashed to the floor, shattering into many pieces. Ruby swung at Adena who dodge it expertly, putting her arms in front of her face to block her weak attempts at punching. She ducked under another punch and used the force of Ruby’s attack, pulling Ruby towards her and down to the ground with a combination of a trip and a push. Ruby’s back thumped loudly against the floor and one of her hands came up to snatch Adena’s mask off, the mask revealed yet another one underneath; a metallic steel gray, glittery half masquerade mask. Adena’s eyes were cold with fury, nothing like the innocent eyes she Ruby was used to. It was a completely different person above her. Adena placed both of her hands around Ruby’s neck and squeezed with a strength that Ruby couldn’t get out of. Ruby gurgled, trying her best to stop Adena. Her face began to turn colors and she felt her consciousness drifting away.
“Dina! Stop!”
Greg yanked Adena off of Ruby who began gasping for air and coughing. Adena growled, and swiftly struck Greg in the face with a direct frontal snap kick that targeted his chin, knocking him back on his heels. Ruby had already dashed for the door, but with Greg no longer holding Adena back, she lunged for Ruby again, ripping the bottom of her dress when she grabbed her.
“Dina!” Greg shouted after her, holding his bruised chin.
He ran into the hall and watched as Ruby grabbed a Zulu African knob from one of the weapons curios, swinging it at Adena. What Adena did next stunned Greg and Ruby. Dodging the blow from the stick, Adena did a cartwheel without hands. One of her legs jumped up, while the other kicked hard to the side, causing her body to rotate over itself. She landed on her feet away from Ruby and did a front flip, her leg coming down and snapping the Zulu knob in two.
Shocked, Ruby looked from the broken stick in her hands, to Adena and then dropped the sticks, running away as fast as she could. Adena looked over her shoulder at Greg, challenging him with her eyes. He didn’t want to mess with her so he didn’t try to stop her when she picked up a black Zulu spear and ran off after Ruby.
Ruby rushed down one of the staircases with one heel on her foot and a bashed-in face. She yelled to get everyone’s attention, but Adena had caught up with her, kicking her the rest of the way down the stairs. The music stopped playing and the crowd of drunken people half naked and clothed watched as Ruby landed on her shoulder, screaming from the pain. Everyone began drawing closer to Ruby, a couple of men crouching down to help her up. All eyes were on Adena who descended the stairs with vengeance.
Four cloaked guards barged forward, taking in Ruby’s battered face and dislocated shoulder. Their masks weren’t enough to veil the shock at who was responsible, and Adena didn’t back down either. She proudly walked forward with a sway in her hips, ready to kick anybody’s ass that dared step to her. She kept a firm grip on the Zulu spear in her right hand and was ready to kill Ruby on sight where she stood but the masked guards all pulled out pistols, pointing them directly at her.
“Drop the spear!” One guard ordered.
“Do it now!”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Erik pushed through the crowd of people and stopped suddenly as his eyes fell upon Adena; the woman in black. Her hair was undone from the neat French twist and cascading down her back. The black cloak she wore was removed, revealing a form-fitting dress that molded into her generous curves. The glittery black masquerade mask shielded the top half of her face, but her lips were glossy with brown liner, making them appear plumper. He knew those lips from anywhere. He recognized those big brown eyes.
Dina Brighton.
How did she get here? Why was she wielding a weapon? Why was Ruby Montgomery bloodied and beaten? So many questions raced through Erik’s mind. This wasn’t the Dina he knew. Why would the Dina he knew want to hurt anybody? The blood on her knuckles sang a different tune.
“She’s an outsider!” Ruby shouted, “She tried to kill me! You have to stop her!”
“What would you like for us to do, Mr. Stevens?” One of the guards asked.
“Easy...we kill her.”
Heads followed the direction of that deep and eerie voice. Damion walked forward from the crowd with his hands behind his back, taking his place next to Erik.
“We have zero tolerance for unwanted guests. Grab her and dispose of her now.” Damion ordered the guards.
Erik cut his eyes at Damion, “Nah, I’ll handle it myself—”
“If one of you comes any closer, I’ll kill you,” Adena pointed the spear at Erik, “I don’t think you want to make that mistake.
Damion laughed, “It’s one of you, and many of us, silly girl. I’m afraid you’re outnumbered. Now…be a good girl and put the spear down. Then maybe…we’ll go easy on you.”
Adena gave Damion a sly smirk, “I’ll take my chances.”
Erik stepped forward and Adena pointed the tip of the spear at him. He side stepped her and knocked the spear out of her hand, lunging for Adena but she was faster. She opened the high split of her black gown, revealing a thigh holster and grabbed her Glock with a chrome finish, pointing it at Erik’s head. Startled, his hands went up and he looked her in the eyes confused.
“Back away…slowly…that’s it…good, boy,” Adena walked around Erik, gun aimed for his face, “Or I’ll shoot a hole in that pretty face of yours, Mr. Stevens,” Adena said with a breathy voice.
“GRAB HER!” Damion shouted.
The guards ran forward after Adena. She raised her glock to the ceiling and made a precise shot that detached the chandelier. It came down fast, crashing onto the ballroom floor, blocking the guards from following her out into the yard. People began panicking, rushing out of the mansion to avoid being exposed or worse…killed. Adena made a beeline for the hedge maze. She could hear footsteps stomping after her. Adena didn’t look back as she ran forward, turning every which way. After some time, she stopped and pressed her back into the hedging, trying to calm her breathing. The bottom of her dress was dragging in the dirt and she could feel tiny twigs scraping across her exposed skin.
Distant voices had her on alert with her finger on the trigger. She couldn’t get the look in Erik’s eyes out of her mind. He couldn’t believe she was there or that she was pointing a gun at his face. It’s unfortunate that this is how they had to reunite. She could only hope that she make it out of this situation alive.
The sound of leaves crunching to her left, Adena whirled around and pointed her gun at one of the masked guards. She aimed and pulled the trigger, shooting the guard in his throat. He dropped to his knees and fell face-first into the grass. The sound of the gunshot echoed, and Adena’s fingers trembled. This was the first time she’d ever killed someone. She stepped over his dead body, no time to look back or think about what she did. There were going to be more casualties that evening so it was best for her to get used to it.
Adena turned left, right, then left again, running head on into another guard who slapped the gun out of her hand and backhand slapped her in the face. Adena’s head flew back from the impact but she quickly recovered. He grabbed Adena by her upper arms and lifted her off of the ground, thinking he’d won, but Adena was ready. With her thumbs, Adena jammed them into the guards eyes. He shouted with agony, releasing Adena and she fell at his feet to the ground. Adena scrambled for her gun, and when she found it, she shot the guard in his groin. Running as fast as she could, Adena tried to find a way out of the hedge maze. She slowed down again when she felt no one was nearby.
“Dina…”
Adena went still, pressing her body into the hedging.
“Dina…”
Taking a deep breath, Adena jumped out and pointed her gun. The gun fired off and the person in front of her fell to the ground clutching their stomach. Adena crouched down to get a good look at whoever it was, relieved when it wasn’t Erik.
“Looking for me?”
Adena shot up from the ground but two powerful arms wrapped around her, lifting her from the ground. Everything turned foggy and dark. She pushed back against him, but his hold on her tightened.
“You got some explaining to do, girl…I hadn’t heard from you in days and this is how we meet up?!” Erik growled in her ear, “you murdering people now? What the fuck has gotten into you, Dina?!”
Adena stomped on Erik’s left foot hard and brought her elbow to shoulder height, pivoting her opposite foot and made contact with the side of his face with the back of her elbow. Erik’s hands fell from her waist and he backed away from her, Adena getting into a fight stance with her fists raised. Erik’s forehead creased and his eyes looked beyond her, alerting Adena that someone had shown up.
“Erik! You found her…”
Adena picked up her gun from the ground and aimed it at a black man in his mid-seventies dressed in a navy blue suit with a long trench coat. Behind him stood two bullocky men ready to attack on his command. Adena recognized that man and his voice. She lowered her gun and stared the man directly in the eyes.
“Jonathan,” Erik cautioned, “I got it from here.”
“She hurt my daughter…could have killed her. I want to watch her burn…”
“Dad…”
Gregory caught up with his father and stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell on Adena and Erik.
Agitated, Jonathan circled around to face his son, “Why are you here and not by your sister's side?! If it wasn’t for you, none of this would have happened! You should thank me for saving your ass, son. Otherwise, Mr. Stevens here would have killed you. Consider this a final warning!”
Hurt by his father’s words, Greg backed away and ran back towards the mansion. Jonathan chuckled, seemingly embarrassed by Greg’s actions.
“Thank you for sparing him, Erik. I know he’s your friend, but he was wrong. He protected this girl after what she did to his sister—”
“How about after what you did to my mother?” Adena chimes in.
Jonathan raised his chin, looking down at Adena.
“I don’t know who your mother is, but trust…whatever it was I’m sure was deserving,” Jonathan shoved his hands in his pockets.
Adena cocked her head to the side and her eyes became slits. Angry tears welled in her eyes, fury vibrating her being. Her grip tightened on her piece as she pointed it straight at his chest, right at his heart.
“Did I strike a nerve? Are those tears in your eyes,” Jonathan laughed menacingly, “Put that down, little one. No need to act so tough…you’re as good as dead.”
Adena felt Erik’s hand on her waist as he approached her from behind. She looked back at him over her shoulder, trembling with rage. He held her gaze, wordlessly telling her to drop the gun. There were four of them. She wasn’t going to die here. That wasn’t an option. No, she was going to survive this.
“Erik? What are you waiting on? Take her gun!” Jonathan shouted angrily.
Erik snatched Adena’s gun away and placed it in his back pocket. Adena was simmering as she stared daggers at Erik, wanting nothing more but to kill him where he stood.
“See? Your little adventure has run its course.” Jonathan provoked.
The two men walked around Jonathan and flexed their muscles as if that would intimidate her.
“I got it from here, Jonathan. I’ll take full responsibility for her getting in,” Erik spoke up, “I’ll make sure to get rid of her.”
“I trust your judgment, Erik, but I want to watch. That’s what I did all those years ago when Joseph and Damion tortured and killed that pretty woman.”
Adena jerked her arm away from Erik and faced Jonathan.
“Drag her by her neck if you have to,” Jonathan said with his eyes still on Adena, “Is there something you want to say, sweetheart?”
“Yes…as a matter of fact it is…”
Adena hooked Erik’s front leg and with a fast execution, she pushed him with the palm of her hand and he fell to his knees, giving her the opportunity to grab her gun. Working fast, Adena raised her glock at Jonathan and before his henchmen could retrieve their weapons, she put a bullet in his head and then two more bullets in each of the men, watching them fall to the ground.
“That woman was my mother…asshole.” Adena said.
Erik stood up and Adena pressed her gun into his chest. Erik raised his hands in surrender, locking eyes with her.
“Your mother? My father had something to do with it?”
Adena fought back tears as she pressed the barrel of the gun hard against Erik’s chest. Erik smacked the gun away and grabbed Adena by her throat, his eyes wide and jaw tight.
“Start talking. Now!”
“I don’t owe you a fucking explanation! How dare you?! I was stupid enough to let you in. That won’t happen again. I’m tired of the way you make me feel! Let go of me!!!”
Adena shoved Erik hard in his chest. His forehead furrowed and he sized her up with a glint in his eyes.
“You’ve been lying to me this entire time, haven’t you? About everything?” Erik gave her a once-over, “Is Dina even your real name?”
Adena could hear someone else coming so she broke off into a run. Erik ran after her, his legs heavy as if sinking into quicksand. He was shocked by her strength, her skills in combat, the way she handled her own, and how she killed those men so easily like she could do it with her eyes closed. He needed to find her before Damion did. Erik spotted her opening a side door to the mansion and Erik noticed that she was entering the mirror maze. A sick addition to the house that was Erik’s idea. He enjoyed primal sex play in the mirror maze, playing hide and go seek.
Erik slipped inside of the mirror maze, the red light acting as night vision. He proceeded forward, the mirrors giving the illusion of infinite hallways in multiple directions. He could see infinite reflections of himself because of the angles of the mirrors in relation to each other. They reflect the truth. They reflect what is. Like a labyrinth, Erik was guided deeper, his eyes scanning left and right. When his eyes flickered left again, he could see Adena’s dress flowing behind her as she ran. He used his fine motor skills and visual skills to find her.
“Dina? You know I’ll be able to find you,” Erik said with a gravely, calm voice, “I won’t hurt you. I want to help you…but I need to understand why you’re doing all of this…”
Erik turned and he could see her one minute, and then the next she vanished. He ran towards where he’d seen her last and found her mask lying on the floor. Erik picked it up, stroking it with his thumb.
“Who are you?” Erik whispered.
He continued in that same direction, using not only his eyes but his keen sense of hearing to find her.
“This isn’t how I pictured us seeing each other again…I’m sorry you had to see all of that tonight…I guess…I guess we should start being honest with each other, yeah?”
Erik could hear footsteps behind him so he turned back in that direction, widening his strides. He sucked his teeth when he’d lost her again.
“…My family started the Court of Aje in the early 1900s. Some of New York's oldest and wealthiest black families used murder and money to wield power over politics, culture, society, and even the criminal underworld…that way…those truly in power stay in power. It was the only way they could protect themselves…”
Erik walked the stretch of a long hallway, looking around in a circle. She can’t be too far, the maze isn’t but so big.
“…we make a sacrifice to Aje, our goddess of wealth and power…on the eve of Halloween. The Orisha is what kept us afloat. Without her, we wouldn’t be where we are today…”
Erik stopped within a circle of mirrors. He gazed around and around, waiting patiently.
“…After my father died, I was given the mantle as leader of the court. Damion is there to guide me through it all. There are times when I feel like it’s too much to take on…being responsible for something so secretive. It’s not something I could just bring up in conversation…that I’ve murdered people—”
The cocking of a gun had Erik frozen. He kept his back turned, but he could see through the many mirrors Adena standing behind him with her gun pointed at the back of his head.
“Are you really going to kill me, love?” Erik asked.
“…Why did you kill Cora?” Adena questioned.
Erik’s nostrils flared and his upper lip curled.
“Because she was conspiring to bring me down, to expose me!” Erik barked out, “I couldn’t have that.”
“You Stevens are nothing but trouble. You’ll do anything to save your asses,” Adena argued, “And you’re just like your father…what you did to Cora—”
Adena’s voice became hoarse as she fought back tears. Erik could see her struggling to keep it together, wanting to know desperately why Cora’s death was so triggering for her and what his father has to do with what happened to her mother.
“It reminded me of what happened to my mother,” Adena said with a tremble in her voice, “Your father…and my father…murdered my mother and covered it up as a suicide! I saw my mother’s dead body in a bloody bath with her wrists slit! I was just seven years old!”
Erik shut his eyes. He couldn’t bear hearing the grief in Adena’s voice. It struck him like a car at high speed. He never wanted to see her like that. Deeply saddened and broken. He was wrong. She didn’t have it all together. She was a complete wreck. Hearing her say that his father played a hand in her mother’s death angered him but didn’t surprise him. His father was a deeply deranged man. He’d witnessed his mother near death many times because of his father’s rage. Erik locked eyes with Adena in one of the mirrors. He wanted to hold her close, but from the look on her face, she didn’t want anything to do with him. That cut deep.
“I let myself get close to you when I shouldn’t have. I fell for you hard when I should hate you. I still have feelings for you, Erik! I can’t erase you from my mind! No matter how hard I fucking try!” Adena cried out.
“I have feelings for you too, Dina. I know that nothing I have to say will change what my father did…but I’m not my father—”
“Yes! you are!” Adena yelled.
Erik turned around to face her, “I’m different because of you,” Erik said, “The moment you entered my life—”
“Please,” Adena said, “It’s too late for all of that. On your fucking knees,” Adena pointed to the floor with her gun, “Right Fuckin’ now.”
Erik lowered to his knees, his eyes locked on Adena. She walked up to him and pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead.
“I've been waiting for this moment…” Adena released a shaky breath, “It feels good to see you on your knees for once…at my command…my life in your hands…you want the truth about me, huh?”
Erik looked up through his long lashes at Adena. Despite his compromising situation, he could feel his dick throb. Staring up at her from that angle— her hair wild, eyes staring down at him, all fiery, plump lips parted— he was irrevocably in love with this woman. And she wasn’t as naive and timid as he thought she was. Or unsure of herself and what she’s capable of. She knew who she was. It radiated from her like a heat wave. It consumed him. Put him in a trance.
“Keep wondering.”
Adena shot down the mirrors surrounding them, the glass flying everywhere. Erik ducked his head and shielded his face after he felt a shard of glass slice his left cheek. When he finally looked up, Adena was gone.
He wasn’t going to let her slip away again.
Adena dusted tiny pieces of glass from her dress carefully as she walked back into the mansion. It was eerily silent, too quiet to be trustworthy. She needed to find Damion. Adena made the conscious decision to spare Erik’s life. He wasn’t the real enemy here, and truthfully, he was unaware of what his father had done. Killing him would only hurt Adena. She pressed forward, climbing the stairs again. Instinct kicking in, Adena raised her gun and fired a couple of rounds into a masked guard that attempted to overtake her. His body fell over the banister and landed hard on the polished floor below. Adena checked her rounds and when she noticed only three left, she pushed the clip back in and rushed forward.
“Come here!”
Adena was grabbed by her hair from behind and she lost her gun in the process. She grabbed her attacker by the hand and twisted his wrist so hard she heard a pop. She turned and jabbed them in the throat before Roundhouse kicking them down the stairs. Adena sprinted down the hallway, spotting three men charging towards her. She kicked the curio glass in and grabbed a blade. With proper upper body strength and endurance, Adena swung the long blade with both hands, slashing one man in the abdomen and one in the throat with a twirl.
“Gotcha you little bitch!”
Adena was sliced on her upper arm with a knife. She winced before turning around, kicking the pocket knife from their hand and ramming her blade into the side of their neck. When she withdrew the blade, a spray of blood stained the wall. They dropped to their knees before her and Adena stepped away in time before they landed on her feet. She couldn’t feel the cut on her left bicep, but she knew she would feel it after the adrenaline wore off.
“Adena!!!!”
Adena looked up to see her aunt Felicity running towards her. She pulled Adena into a tight hug, pulling away to examine her.
“Jesus,” Felicity looked at the cut on her arm, “it took me a while to get in here undetected. I saw everyone running to their cars. I’m so happy you’re alive!”
“Auntie, you can’t be in here!” Adena argued, “it’s not safe—”
Adena was flung away from her aunt from the force of being knocked aside. She landed hard on her back against a door that was ajar, her head hitting the hard floor. Adena picked herself up, whimpering from the pain in her head, and at her full height, she looked into the eyes of her treacherous father.
“Damion! Don’t touch her!” Felicity shouted like a mad woman.
“Shut up!” Damion raised his hand and slapped Felicity so hard she knocked into the wall, “I’ll deal with you after I deal with her!” Damion roared.
He turned around to face Adena again, cracking his knuckles. Adena lunged forward but Damion grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off of the ground. Adena clawed at his hand, gasping for air. Damion didn’t flinch.
“Fight all you want, little girl. I’ll make sure you’re dead by my hand. I’m assuming you killed Erik…pity…I wanted to do that myself.”
“GET OFF OF HER!!!!”
Felicity hit Damion in the back of the head with a chair and he released Adena, dropping her to the floor. She took in a sharp breath while rubbing her neck. Felicity rushed over to Adena to help her up from the floor when Damion was up on his feet again.
“What is your affiliation with this girl, Felicity?! Why are you protecting her?!”
Damion inched closer while Felicity shielded Adena from Damion.
“You are a disgrace to our family. I should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance. I should have left you to die in that car…”
Adena stepped around her aunt and ignored her attempts to try and keep her back. As Damion stared at Adena, his face slowly morphed into that of recognition.
“You’re Erik’s assistant…Dina, right?”
Adena’s eyes flickered with fury.
“Who are you really?” Damion questioned.
“…I’m your daughter.”
The smile on Damion’s face morphed into a frown.
“Adena…” Felicity pleaded.
Damion looked at Felicity and the tears in her eyes made Adena’s words all too real. Damion studied Adena’s face with disbelief.
“Carmella…” Damion said with a sigh of irritation, “All this time…”
A single tear rolled down Adena’s cheek.
“And you took care of her?” Damion questioned Felicity with narrow eyes, “you kept this from me all this time—”
“LIKE YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN IN MY LIFE!” Adena shouted, “I PROBABLY WOULDN’T BE HERE IF YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN!”
Damion smirked, “You’re right. The only mistake I made was sparing your life that night…both of you.”
Damion reached behind him and Felicity jumped in front of Adena before she could even stop her.
Pow!
“Aunt Felicity!!!”
Adena was at her side on the floor, cradling her head while trying to apply pressure to the wound in her aunt's stomach. She stared down at her aunt’s face and screamed with rage. Felicity—weakened and clinging onto life as the blood from her wound stained the carpet—reached up to caress Adena’s cheek.
“I told you not to come here!” Adena yelled.
Felicity parted her lips to speak but no words escaped her mouth.
“Don’t die on me! Please!” Adena pleaded with a shrill cry.
Damion watched the scene before him with a sinister smile. Adena looked up at him boiling with anger and hatred towards him.
“What a daddy-daughter reunion this is. Get up.” Damion ordered.
Adena carefully placed her aunt's head onto the floor and stood before her father.
“Don’t worry, you’re joining her,” Damion chuckled darkly, “And your whore of a mother. If you weren’t so screwed up, maybe I would have taken you in.”
“You’re a joke,” Adena snarled, “You’d kill your own sister…your own daughter…the mother of your child…you haven’t won.”
“Oh, I have,” Damion gestured to the gun in his hand, “Always have. Come harder than that, Princess.”
Adena looked over Damion’s shoulder and spotted Erik standing in the doorway, a long cut on his left cheek. His eyes fell to the floor and noticed Felicity struggling to stay alive. His eyes traveled to the gun in Damion’s hand and then he looked back at Adena. He brought a finger to his mouth to silence her.
“I’ll have to thank whoever invited you here tonight,” Damion said smugly.
“Victoria Stevens,” Adena revealed, “The same person who invited my mother all those years ago. You still fucking her?”
Erik looked at Damion in a new light, eyes squinting and jaw clenching. He locked eyes with Adena again when Damion began to laugh.
“Victoria is something else…she never liked your mother. Carmella was my weakness…and Victoria hated that she had such an effect on me. She was even happy when that fake marriage I had was all a hoax to prepare her for a sacrifice to Aje. She must have suspected all these years that you were my daughter…and took matters into her own hands to get rid of you.”
Adena tilted her head, “Like you wanted to do with Erik?”
Erik’s eyes became stormy with rage.
“The Stevens Family couldn’t live with the idea that my family…the King Family…were making a rise to power with our new money. A member of the Stevens Family accused a family member of mine of sexual assault. It was a fabricated lie to get rid of us. After everything we did for that family…they turned their backs on us for more power. My family was forced to change our name to Jones in order to blend in. I’ve been working hard all these years to bring that family down…to get revenge for what they did. Felicity unwillingly killed Joseph when he tried to end her life, and that left Erik. The other Stevens Family would be easy to take down once I got the money for myself thanks to Victoria.”
Erik’s eyes were glossy with tears listening to Damion’s confession. He looked away to try and wipe his eyes, but Adena had already seen it. She watched him take in deep breaths, his clenched fists shaking with fury.
“But none of that matters now,” Damion lifted his gun at Adena, “Any last words?”
Adenda exhaled, “Yeah…turn around.”
Confused, Damion’s head turned and Erik slammed his fist into Damion’s jaw so hard that Adena could have sworn she heard it break. Erik snatched the gun out of Damion’s hand and puffed out his chest, pointing the gun at Damion’s head. Damion was dismayed, convinced that Erik was dead. Adena looked between them, her rage mirroring Erik’s.
“Erik..put the gun down,” Damion said carefully, “You don’t want to do this—”
“I don’t?! I heard everything you said! You killed her mother! And you’ve been working against me?! Sleeping with my mother?!” Erik barked out.
“You’re pointing that gun at the wrong person, son.”
“Son?! Don’t call me that! You ain’t no godfather of mine. You’re a traitor…and a dead man—”
“After everything I did for you! I helped you get where you are today! This girl is trying to break your legacy—”
“NAH… nah, that’s you. How could you kill her mother? How could you stand here and shoot your own sister? Turn a gun on your own child? That’s some shit I would never do, bruh!” Erik shouted, “My father was many things—”
“Tell him the truth, Damion,” Adena said.
Damion glared at her over his shoulder, “What did Felicity tell you?”
Adena could hear her aunt panting on the floor. She finally found the words to speak.
“T–T–Tell him,” Felicity said.
“Tell me what?” Erik said with anger.
“You were adopted, Erik.” Adena revealed.
Erik cocked his head back in disbelief, looking from side to side confused out of his mind. He struggled against his anger, eyes searching Damion’s face for the truth. He didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to accept that his life was a lie. Damion looked at him with an unblinking stare, not once opening his mouth to speak. Erik frowned and a fresh swell of tears clouded his vision. Adena watched him cave right before her eyes, unable to hold back her own tears. Fury tore through Erik and he sniffled back his tears as best as he could, gun raised at Damion again.
Damion tried to tackle Erik and Erik’s back collided with the wall. He punched Damion in the ribs, dropping the gun in the process. Locs in his eyes, lips drawn back in a snarl, Erik body slammed Damion to the ground, climbing over him and started beating his face in with bone-crushing blows. His shirt had ripped in the process and the blood from Damion’s nose splattered over his naked chest. Adena rushed forward to pick up the gun and when she did, Damion grabbed her ankle, knocking her down to the ground.
Erik reached out to help her and Damion took that moment to hit Erik upside the head with a lamp that had fallen from the side table in the room. Damion pushed himself up on his feet and dashed towards the door but Adena climbed onto his back, putting him in a headlock. Damion growled, Stumbling backwards to try and get Adena off of him. He reached behind him and grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanking her from his neck. Adena kicked him in the jaw and Damion lost his footing, crashing to the floor. Erik rushed over to Adena to help her up and then followed Damion to the balcony.
“Nowhere else to go, Damion!” Erik yelled after his retreating body.
Damion braced himself on the balcony railing, peering over and down at solid concrete. He abruptly turned around to face Erik who was more than ready to kill him. Erik swung and hit Damion so hard in his ribs that he curled. He uppercut him and his arms flailed. Damion’s knees buckled, and he looked up at Erik through swollen eyes while blood dripped from his mouth.
Adena walked out onto the balcony with Damion’s gun in her hand, standing next to Erik. Erik looked down at her and then back at Damion, stepping aside to allow her to do what needed to be done. Adena walked up to her father with slow strides, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Damion struggled to get onto his feet, and when he did, he looked his daughter in the eye and smiled.
“You’re ruthless just like me.”
Adena pulled the trigger and like a bullseye, the silver bullet lodged between his eyes, killing Damion instantly and sending him over the balcony.
Adena lowered the gun and collapsed to her knees. She broke down crying, bending forward. She wailed and beat her first onto the ground and trembled. Erik couldn’t imagine how she must feel. He reached out to touch her but Adena raised her head. She stood up on her feet and rushed back into the room, dropping down beside her aunt. Felicity was still alive, but she lost so much blood. Adena stroked her cheek and cried hard, tears dropping onto her aunt's cheek.
“I did it,” Adena said with a quiver in her lip, “I killed him.”
“I know, b–baby,” Felicity smiled weakly, her eyes so low they looked like they were closed, “I’m so proud of you. You fought hard to–to get here.”
Adena hiccuped from all the crying she did, staring at her aunt's belly.
“We need to get you to a hospital,” Adena stressed with a shaky voice.
“I’ll get there…where’s–where’s Erik?”
“I’m here…”
Adena’s eyes fell upon Erik’s. They stared at each other for a moment before Adena broke her gaze away to examine her aunt.
“We can get her to a doctor friend of mine who has a private practice,” Erik stood up quickly, “She can get here fast and take care of her.”
Erik picked up Felicity and tried to calm her when she began to cry out in pain. He rested her on the guest head and dug in his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. Adena sat next to her aunt and watched Erik speak on the phone with his friend. He ended the call five minutes later, joining them on the bed.
“She’s on her way with help.”
“Thank you,” Adena said with a small smile.
Erik’s eyes scanned her face fondly.
“You’re welcome.”
His eyes dropped to Felicity’s face.
“I’m sorry about what my father tried to do.” He said.
Felicity cleared her throat before speaking, “It wasn’t your fault, Erik…I know how much he meant to you.”
Erik twisted his mouth, eyes blinking away tears.
“Nah…he wasn’t my father…”
Adena wiped a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. Erik exhaled and straightened up, staring across at Adena again. His eyes scanned her beautiful face. He saw her so differently now. She was such a strong, capable woman. Watching her hold her own weight made him respect her even more. He’d never seen a woman so bold and powerful. He could only imagine that her mother was exactly the same. Carmella Love. He was still stunned by that reveal. He wanted to know everything about her, but he knew right now wasn’t the right time. Felicity’s health mattered the most.
“Adena, huh? Pretty,” Erik smirked.
“Thank you,” She smiled weakly.
Ten minutes later, footsteps stopped in front of the door and an Indian woman with long, shiny black hair, big dark brown eyes, full lips, and a petite frame ran into the room followed by two men in teal scrubs.
“I’m Padma,” she said to Adena, “what happened?”
Erik and Adena filled her in on everything while the two men carried Felicity out of the room.
“That explains all the bodies in the hallway…you two should come with me, you may need medical attention as well.”
Erik and Adena both agreed as they rose from the bed. Erik reached out for Adena’s hand, checking her face to see if it was alright. just a few abrasions. Erik secured her fingers tightly around his firm grip as they walked hand in hand, out of the room.
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Another “old” drawing!
John has something very important to say, something he hasn’t told anyone in years (or maybe ever; he can’t remember). It’s a short, simple sentence, but also a surprisingly hard one to say, so before Taylor actually hears it, he wants to practice...
Full story and context under the cut :)
So, basically, at this point in Taylor’s story, life is hard.
Because of the truce that was negotiated between Eden’s Gate and the Resistance, Hope County is now living in relative peace, at least for the moment. But for the Deputy who made it possible, that peace comes at a heavy cost.
The same people who used to sing her praises and count on her to make things better now (understandably) feel betrayed, hurt, and are angry at her for sparing John, so they either awkwardly avoid her and talk behind her back, or are openly aggressive and contemptuous. Some shame her for “using her body to buy peace”, even though that’s not quite true (they aren’t there yet in their relationship, and the cult has rules anyway).
And despite the fact that, because of the circumstances, she’s now closer to Eden’s Gate than she is to the Resistance, not all cultists trust her. Of course, they listen to Joseph, who said he had faith in Taylor, but some still (also understandably) remain cautious and are worried for their Herald in the Holland Valley. Is it safe to welcome the Deputy or does that heathen have ulterior motives? What if she’s only trying to use and pervert John so she can more easily destroy him and the Project?
For peace, the Junior Deputy had to sacrifice her reputation, has lost many of her friends, and now feels judged by almost everyone in Hope County, even some of those who still tolerate her. So yeah, life is hard.
But paradoxically, the more upset people are at her for growing closer to John, the harder their hatred pushes her into his arms. Soon, the Baptist becomes one of the few people she really trusts and feels allowed to be vulnerable around.
That afternoon, after a particularly difficult moment in Fall’s End, she drove to Seed Ranch, resolutely walked through the front door without saying a word, barely acknowledging the few cultists on her way, went straight to John… and burst into tears the moment she put her arms around him. After the initial surprise, he signaled to the confused guards that everything was okay, that they could leave the room, and just hugged her back in silence.
“Everyone hates me,” she said when her sobbing quieted down and she was finally able to speak.
“No… No, not everyone,” he replied. “There are... There are people who love you. You know that, don’t you?”
She loosened her embrace to look at him.
“That’s why you came here, right?” he asked, smiling tenderly.
She smiled back, but soon she noticed he seemed… uncomfortable. Powerless, even; unsure of what to say and how to deal with the situation. Suddenly, she felt guilty... She had come here because she needed a shoulder to cry on, but she hadn’t realized her sadness would affect him too.
“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have come here and burdened you with that. I just- You probably have things to do, I should go...”
“No, wait!” he quickly responded, his hands tightening around her waist. “You can stay, it’s fine.”
She looked at him again, and he nodded before adding, “It’s fine. Really.”
She knew he wasn’t just offering her to spend the rest of the day at the ranch; he wanted her to, so she happily accepted.
That night, she fell asleep where she truly felt home: in John’s arms. Unbeknownst to her, for the first time, he told her something he knew he was ready to tell her, but not quite for her to hear yet; not before he was certain he could do it properly.
As she was peacefully sleeping, he whispered, “I love you.”
#my deputy#taylor rook#the deputy#john seed#john seed x deputy#my art#fan art#traditional art#digital coloring#drawn in december 2022#only one ‘old’ drawing left!#story: 'that fic I’ll never write'#but wait... am I writing... fanfiction now??#the incredible adventures of john 'emotionally constipated perfectionist' seed#also considering what the fandom is reportedly dealing with these days... yay I can’t wait for this to be copy-pasted!#far cry 5
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Finished my Total Drama OC Cast!
Let's meet the cast!
Alex. The Attention Hog
Doesn't care about anything except having everyone's attention on him. I mean, why wouldn't you pay attention to him. He's ripped, he's clever, he's hot, he's got muscles, did I mention he's ripped?
Finn. The Workaholic
Money, money, money. That's what Finn dreams about. It's why he works 6 different jobs and sleeps 2 hours a week. (If he's lucky) He loves money. He wants a lot of it. But the only way he'll accept it is through hard work.
And what's harder then winning Total Drama?
Gabriel. The Pretentious Goth
He barely glanced at you and he's already unimpressed with you. You're just not up to Gabriel's standards. Too mainstream and normal. Have you ever even worn a corset?
Just because he thinks he's better then you doesn't mean he has to constantly remind you of it. And yet he does.
Darla. The Visionary
Darla doesn't create art. She IS art. She breathes, eats and drinks art!
What exactly does she consider art? Oh you know, the usual. Glueing her schools desks to the ceiling. Swapping out the football uniforms for ballgowns. And of course, shaping her hair into the shape of the moon.
Rachel. The Rodeo Star
This devious diva has it all. Brains, brawn and beauty. And she's planning to walk away with the million keeping that all intact.
She's not a bad person, really. Just competitive. If she wasn't competing, she'd rather treat her fellow contestants to one of her Rodeo shows and some home-baked pie.
Raheem. The Oblivious Heartthrob
Raheem doesn't seem to realize how attractive he is. In fact, he doesn't realize a lot of things. He's kind and pretty book smart. But he's just terrible at reading social cues.
He feels terrible whenever he offends someone or make them upset because he didn't read their emotions properly. He doesn't really know to fix this issue so he just puts on a smile and suppresses his turmoil.
Olive. The Doormat
Coming from a big family where she doesn't feel like she fits in, Olive tries her best to help people so she'll feel accepted.
Now if only there was a way to help people without dragging so much attention to herself.
Lulu. The Clown
Lulu just wants to put a smile on people's faces and have fun. She can get easily carried away when she's excited. But once she calms down you'll notice just how pragmatic this Clown is.
Just because she's silly doesn't mean she doesn't have common sense, she might just surprise you in ways you didn't expect.
Phoenix, aka Francis. The Menace
Phoenix identifies as a problem. An inconvenience. An absolute menace you're never quite sure is messing with you, or is joking around. He randomly SHOUTS random words when he speaks, either another way to annoy people or just a disorder.
He lost his arm in a fire he may or may not have definitely caused himself. But he survived which is how he got the name Pheonix.
Cherry. The Competitive Dancer
Cherry values teamwork more then anything. She tries her hardest to be a valuable teammate and keep everyone focused. Of course, they might listen to her more if she tried to spend more time with the team outside of challenges.
After a recent betrayal in her dance troupe where someone sold routines to rival troupes, Cherry doesn't trust new people easily. And clings to the ones she does trust.
Augustus. The Religious Do-Gooder
Augustus is a sweet kid. Always looking to do a good deed for someone. That's how he was raised in what is definitely not a cult.
Good deeds are very important to Auggie here. After all, once you do a good deed for someone, they have to do a good deed for you. They have to. Because if they don't, things get ugly...
Janus. The Hippie
Janus is like, Fer sure, the chillest guy around. He's all about that inner peace stuff. And outer peace. And of course, in-between peace. He spreads his message of peace by sharing crystals, flowers, and songs played on his guitar.
People say Janus is incapable of feeling any hate. He loves everybody. But he's a romantic at heart and is still looking for that special someone to love.
Marlo. The Prankster
Marlo loves pranking people. Fart cushions. Prank calls. Acid in the towns water supply. You know, the usual. Okay so Marlo may be lacking some, what do you call it? Morals! And yes he's uncapable of feeling empathy.
But. He's also got a criminal record. So point is. When you see Marlo, run the other way.
Flo. The Rebel
Flo isn't a big fan of authority or "The man" telling her what to do. She'd rather live her own life, free from anyone's expectations or rules.
Her favorite past time is rocking out with her band, Voltageous Chaos! She's lead singer and bassist. Her little sister Beast is on the drums, BFF Prof. Cavity on keyboard, sleepy gal Moot on Sax and incomprehensible Zips on Trumpet.
Still looking for a Guitarist though...
Parvati. The Mythology Buff
Parvati adores learning about Mythology. Especially the creatures. Fantastical beasts she can only fantasize about. Of course while learning Mythology she also learns a lot of history and cultures from around the world.
She has so many thoughts going through her head sometimes she loses focus on what she was doing. But after stumbling a bit she gets right back at it and gives it her all. For a nerd she's quite athletic.
Sasha. The Nepo-Baby
Wait, you guys don't have family members working high in the industry and getting you onto TV-shows? But there's so many people in the industry, surely you're related to some of them?
That's what Sasha thinks at the least. She doesn't really see how many privileges she has in life. Which thankfully means she never taunts less fortunate people with those privileges.
Her dream is to become a famous singer, and she has enough connections to make that dream a reality. Of course she herself works hard on her singing and encourages others to work on their dreams too. She's very sincere and optimistic.
Tony. The Short-Tempered Greaser
Tony has always been a bit, vertically challenged. Something bullies picked up on. Which then got picked up by his younger twin brothers, who did get blessed with the tall genes and at 14 tower over their older brother.
The constant bullying at school and at home, unable to tell his mom in fear of worrying her, and never quite properly dealing with the grief of losing his father, has left Tony with a lot of bubbled up anger. And it doesn't take much for him to snap.
Madileighn. The Annoying Influencer
Madi worked hard to gain a following. But her general cluelessness about the problematic brands she endorses, sharing videos about animals that look cute but are in distress, and accidentally joining a pyramid scheme makes her tiring to be around.
As she genuinely believes she's doing nothing wrong.
Well. That's it. My Total Drama Cast! I'm planning on writing a fanfic about them.
Taking place after the 2nd season of the Revival, where the show goes back to the abandoned film lot for a Take 2 of Total Drama Action.
18 contestants. 9 per team. Only 1 winner.
Stay tuned for more news.
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I don’t know what it means but.
Ruby talking with Qrow (I believe) in V7 when she compares herself to Oz, and Qrow saying “No you’re better than him you’re waiting to see who you can trust vs never giving anyone the chance to be trusted”
And now Ruby saying what’s the point of anything if Salem has the relics now and Yang saying “That’s how Ironwood thought. You don’t mean that”
The WAY Oz and Ironwood carried out their plans was Bad but they didn’t start at the deep end. Their thoughts didn’t spawn all of their actions. Ruby having doubts and seeing Oz’s perspective of being wary of who to trust doesn’t mean she’ll turn out like him. Ruby showing she’s upset and mad that things seem to be turning out useless despite their efforts doesn’t mean she regrets saving the people they saved. Or trying to save them.
The way Ruby hasn’t been able to openly doubt herself around others or say things that others see as “thinking like Ironwood” or “you’re better than Oz” is so prominent in episode 7. And I’m not saying she was wrong in anything I’m on her defense squad rn from ppl who are doing what the characters in the show did. They are Hearing her words but they aren’t Listening. WHY is she better than Oz when she thinks she’s doing the same thing. WHAT has caused her to Think like Ironwood. Why can’t she mean what she says why can’t she be negative. Where is the person to lift her up about herself. Not the plan not the team but just Ruby Rose
I don’t think I’m explaining this properly I’m not mad at anyone bc they didn’t know how she felt. I’m just trying to point out connecting things in the show and how “We’ll be better than blank”, in Ruby’s mind, can’t just be something to say when Qrow is mad at Oz (rightfully) or Yang is worried she sounds like Ironwood (the man they just had to save a kingdom from)
V9. Misinformation. Miscommunication. Blinded by your own emotions. Resistant to change. Not listening. It’s felt so Real it’s been so good I hope what I said makes sense it’s just the Be Better Than The Old Mentors vs just bc we won’t do things the same way doesn’t mean we won’t ever feel like they felt or have the same doubts or worry that what they did might’ve been The Best in their mind at the time. Lack of perspective. How you can be the villain to those you’re trying to save. It’s a lot sorry I rambled so much
pushing pause real quick here, anon, the anxiety pouring out of this ask about being misinterpreted as bashing this or that character is really palpable and bc of that i just want to like directly affirm that analytical discussion of character flaw or the narrative construction of a conflict isn’t accusatory or condemnatory of the characters themselves. in this household we go buckwild for characters whose human imperfection is fully and honestly realized by the narrative <3
anyway yeah yeah exactly like
ever since these kids got looped into ozpin’s cult they’ve just been in this emotional vortex of—don’t be negative, don’t spread negativity. salem wants to divide us. we can’t let salem divide us. LOOK at how terrified they were in V8 of not being in unanimous agreement about whether to prioritize a long-term or short-term goal, how much jaune’s proposed compromise scared them. it’s profoundly dysfunctional. they don’t know how to differentiate normal, constructive debate and infighting, or critical self-reflection and harmful negativity, so they are constantly hyper-vigilant constantly monitoring and policing each other for the smallest sign of bad thoughts, bad feelings, because this war they inherited isn’t a war against salem, not really, it’s a war against this nebulous idea of division, of conflict, of negativity, of the bad things that will see humankind condemned to extermination when the gods come back.
and like:
YANG: Okay, Ironwood wants Penny, otherwise Mantle is done for. So, how do we stop him?
BLAKE: Qrow and Robyn are still in his custody, and May said that the Atlas security drones are watching the crater, so they’re trapped too.
OSCAR: And Salem isn’t going to stay gone forever.
RUBY: So then it’s impossible.
EMERALD: See? If Miss Hero with all the answers doesn’t have an answer, then we have ours.
WEISS: Shut up.
YANG: Why don’t you just leave?!
OSCAR: Can we please just give each other a chance? Emerald’s not with Salem anymore, and Ozpin is back. All this doubt and worry and distrust, it isn’t getting us anywhere—
RUBY: Then nothing has CHANGED! We’re in the exact same spot we were yesterday, arguing what to do while the kingdom waits to die.
^ she ran away then, too. and yang went after her thinking that ruby needed a pep talk, needed to be told that sure things are bad and risks don’t always pay off, but the mom who abandoned them both for the world’s sake is still her hero—when what ruby actually, desperately needed to hear, what she’s PLEADING for now, is for someone to tell her it’s okay to feel bad, it’s okay to have doubts, it’s okay to just be overwhelmed. that it ISN’T FAIR for the fate of the world to sit on her shoulders and that the world will not end if she admits that it’s too fucking heavy, if she asks for help, if she puts it down.
and that’s what makes it sting so much when her doubts and fears and frustration get brushed off like those feelings don’t matter or aren’t true or, worse, like it’s wrong for her to feel this way at all—it’s a manifestation of this, like, existential terror of Innate Badness that lurks in the heart of ozpin’s cult, don’t feel bad don’t think bad thoughts or else—or else what? “salem will divide us” but it’s so easy for that line of thinking to shade into “only bad people have bad thoughts,” because feeling bad IS bad in and of itself, right. like fundamentally this is how the strict ideological delineation between hero, villain, and passive narrative object enforces itself: the villains surrender to negativity and so become themselves agents of this Badness while the heroes stand as beacons of hope and inspiration to the defenseless masses—who otherwise would of course succumb to negativity (“panic”) and be obliterated. baked into the cult’s ideology is an unspoken but perilously thin line between feeling bad and being bad.
you don’t mean that. that’s how ironwood thought. (you can’t mean that. only bad people think that way.)
and the real world just doesn’t fucking work that way—the world of remnant does not work that way—so this is an emotional poison, it’s toxic, they’re swimming around in a noxious soup of unspoken ideas that seeped into all of them to varying depth but percolated right down into the very bedrock of who ruby is—and while it killed them slowly it ate ruby alive. and now the bones of her are poking through the cracks and she has nothing left to give so the only way to move forward is to claw herself out of the soup!! (<- this metaphor ran away from me a bit.)
which somewhat ironically given what the first layer of her crisis is about, means ruby is going to lead the way out of this festering mess of a fairytale cult. by way of the desolate howl that this way of thinking is dehumanizing and inhumane
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Tiny drabble, since Miguel is like a fierce parent I could tell he'd be a little more stricter with Gabriella around certain things and she'd want to hang around more with us bc we have absolutely zero fucks out how humans will coddle their young so here we are just doing cryptid things and Gabriella follows along our footsteps killing things just like her other dad but with a little more wrecklessness. She has your powers but Miguel's mortal spirit. The human drive to just want more adrenaline. More power. Miguel would want to keep her safe, even if she's a pretty powerful half blood but you let her lose most of the time but snarling if she goes too far
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ohhh this is 100% their dynamic.
miguel wants gabriella to be safe ! and he frets over her. while he knows his community won't hurt her (at least he hopes), there's this lingering paranoia that makes him so protective over her. he won't hover but the second something or someone makes a small move that seems out of pocket, miguel's breathing down their necks. like where the fuck did this bitch come from ??? and gabriella gets so annoyed but whatever.
i think it'd be funny if miguel never shied away from showing her the sacrifices he makes to appease you (even if he knows you dont need more sacrifices, not when you have miguel to entertain you with his pussy). like even as a baby, he'd carry her around in a sling as he fucking slits the throats of his victims or whatever, and when she grows up (like movie age) he makes her watch - well, she willingly watches - and shows her how to properly slice someone's throats or wrists, and which vein is the best to cut for a slower death.
but miguel doesn't mind, well, not all the way at least, when gabriella dips and leaves for the forest. he knows you're always there. the forest is your domain and no creature will dare harm you, much less your offspring. she doesn't even have to look like you because other creatures can smell your scent on her, forever tingling underneath the scent of her community, of miguel, and her own.
like you mentioned, mreader doesn't coddle gabriella. it's not in your nature to fret over your offspring, but that doesn't mean you don't care about her. you'll let her tag along as you make your rounds around the forest, teaching her the ways of your species. you're both amused and a little annoyed when gabriella decides to ambush a small group of campers. gabriella's strong, sure, but not strong enough to easily kill off every camper, so you have to step in. it's easy though, easily snapping their necks and crushing their skulls, and gabriella is zapping with adrenaline and life. she'll click and chitter with you as you leave the now deserted and bloody campsite, bellies full.
of course, that's not to say you won't discipline her. whenever gabri gets a little too carried away or won't listen, you don't hesitate to snap at her and snarl down at her, a low rumble in your chest that'll terrify anyone.... but your mate or your offspring. but it's enough to get her attention and forcibly push her back in line, even if she'll pout. sometimes you'll push her around, and while she just sees it as you annoying her, you're actually helping her defend herself and hold her ground once she's older. she's still young and small so it's easy, but she has the temper and stubbornness that'll aid her.
idk there's just a whole lot to explore w this dynamic. live laugh love cult!miguel fr fr
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Hey ya'll! Another au I thought up lol.
So this is gonna be another Half King au with immortal Danny and Vlad lol.
Danny got the Crown of Fire, which changed to more icey blue cool flames than green and Vlad got the Ring of Rage.
ANYWHO.
Danny and Vlad split the zone into two part (not literally), with Danny ruling over one half and Vlad the other. Because they have equal power, they can also make decisions regarding the others territory but they have an agreement to not mess with each other's shit unless its actually important.
Then Vlad gets summoned to a different dimension for whatever who summoned him wanted, to which he then decides to stay because what the summoner wanted would take a few years.
To which he then decided to take a vacation and tell no one about it.
So Danny, after a couple hundred years of Vlad's mysterious disappearance. He's told by Clockwork that now he has to go find him, to which Danny asked why since he didn't need to go looking hundreds of years earlier.
To which Clockwork smiles, points him in the direction, and tells him to go looking.
Danny grumbles, but he goes.
But for whatever reason he himself cannot enter the portal, he doesn't know why, but something is blocking him from entering.
The ghosts are a different matter.
So, using the far back knowledge from when he stilled visited earth, he came up with a plan to bypass whatever is blocking him and walk the planet on the other side.
What better than a cult?
So he sends a few ghosts through to discreetly plant some 'tomes' about the Ghost King, specifically the one who wears the crown, and now he just has to wait.
Meanwhile, Vlad:
Honestly, he's been enjoying his vacation a whole lot, he left the world he was originally summoned too after he was done and kinda floated aimlessly around in space before coming upon earth and decided why not.
So now here he is 450 years later, firmly cemented in the business world with a company with 450 years of rich history past down to each heir of the family who, funnily enough, were each named a variation of Vlad.
Vladmir, Vladicus, Vladalia, etc.
Obviously just him in different looks but eh no one knows.
Anywho, now he's attending a Gala held by one Lex Luthor and honestly, he was just pretty bored.
He doesn't need to really attend, and he has his money bet on Luthor not wanting him to attend, but he does get a kick outta annoying the hell out of that baldie any day of the week.
Meanwhile Danny, a few months earlier:
So his planned worked, because of course it would. TV tropes always work.
There he was, clothed in his kingly garments, his crown made sure to be the very cool and powerful looking version of his ice flames and his face stony and cold.
He did all of this expecting that he had to set a powerful image for the cultists so they would actually listen to him properly and not question him when he got to the other side.
Only to be met with a ridiculous sight.
What he thinks were the cultists getting their asses handed to them by.... very brightly dressed individuals in spandex and...
Is that a British guy smoking while flinging about magic?
Now, he doesn't judge, especially when he's already lived for more than a hundred years.
But what the absolute ever loving fruitloop.
He may or not may not have stood there with his arms crossed under his chest, his cold expression turned deadpan while he watched the people he was going to give an introduction to get their asses beat for a good few minutes.
A pity, he worked on that introduction in case he ever got summoned too.
When what were obviously superheroes finished up and turned to greet him, he maaaaay have floated up to have the height advantage on them.
Look, its not his fault he has the body of a teenager and honestly they should really shorten themselves down and stop being so tall already.
So he asked them if they've seen another ghost king, you know. Blue skin, red eyes, vampiric teeth?
By the reaction he would have to say no.
He already knows that Vlad is somewhere on this planet so he just, leaves, and goes to find him.
It was only until a few days later did he think that it might've helped if he gave a name instead of Fruitloop.
Meanwhile at the gala in present time:
Vlad was having a grand old time, as always Luthor really knew what food and which drinks would be best for his parties and honestly, that's just a bonus.
What he's really here for is the subtle reactions Lex Luthor gives him when he's trying to hold himself together.
It's always fun when that happens.
He met with Brucie Wayne (who he surprisingly never met yet.), had a good laugh, maybe made a new friend. Said hi to that reporter that's at Luthor's events like half the time- Clark Kent if he remembered correctly.
Met a woman named Diana Prince, had a good conversation with her, and mingled with a few other people.
He also saw a British guy that smoked like no tomorrow, not that he judged. May or may not have sneaked him some another pack.
Isn't he just so nice today?
So there he was, enjoying his time as he usually did. Until he felt the familiar cold presence that he hasn't felt for a good while.
Damn. Guess that means his vacation is up now.
Got some pretty strong whiskey, poured himself a glass, idly drank it and waited for the show to begin.
And just as he thought, there Phantom appeared, floating over everyone as he looked down on them as if they were barely worth his attention.
They then locked eyes.
"Found you." Danny said, ignoring the confused people underneath him. To which Vlad gulped down his drink in one go, poured himself another glass, took a sip and smiled.
"Hello to you too, little badger."
#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#Half king Danny and Half king Vlad hc#Sue me I like it#ANYWAYS#Vlad left for a vacation and told no one#Then it became Danny's problem#the JL when they go to a gala to scout if Luthor has any new plans#Only to find the Ghost King they were already looking into#And then seeing him greet Vlad Masters#and find he's the other Ghost King the other one spoke about.#They think he possessed/haunted the Master bloodline for years lol
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There was a lot of stuff I wasn’t able to include in The Sky Weighs Heavy Tonight, because it wasn’t relevant. A lot of things got cut, a lot of things weren’t mentioned. One of those things was that TFC streams on that universe’s version of twitch. While still being, fundamentally, an old man.
Well, this morning I had a burst of inspiration and wrote a little something about exactly that. If you haven’t read Pilot AU, this likely won’t make much sense.
If you have, please enjoy!
“Hello everyone! Welcome back my humble little stream. I hope you’re all doing very well. So, today, I figured we’d play a bit of Block Game, and do some work on my branch mine-hm?”
An alert went off on the stream, and TFC’s mouse clattered against the desk as he minimized his game to look at it. In the facecam window in the corner, he glanced over and smiled.
“MisterMiter77 decided to grace us with a subscription! Thank you! Now, you don’t need to do that- I’m still not sure how to turn those off- but keep in mind, I work for the government, guys. I have a pension. This streaming lark is just for fun!”
A gust of wind rattled the windowpane above TFC’s desk loud enough for the mic to pick it up, and he shook his head.
“Ah, now, a little warning for all of you: the weather’s really bad today, so I might get called out. You all know the drill! If my pager goes off, what do we do?”
TFC grinned as his chat parroted the line.
“That’s right. Remind me to close the damn stream. Now, let’s get to mining, that’s enough wasted time!”
Twenty minutes later, the phone rang. TFC scowled at it, pausing Block Game and picking up the corded phone that sat on his desk next to his computer.
“Hello? Oh, hiya, Frankie. Listen- yeah, I’m still in for the music night. Listen, I’m actually streaming right now. Yeah. The one on the internet, Frankie. Yes. Okay, thanks. See you later.”
TFC hung up, to the welcome sight of his Chat spamming pogchamp emotes. He cackled, leaning in.
“Frankie pog? Yeah, I’d agree. Super nice guy. We’re going fishing next week…”
TFC shook his head, and he and Chat headed deeper into the branch mines. A few tunnels later, and TFC squinted at one chat message.
“Hm? How come I have subscriptions on if I don’t want them on? My nephew set this all up. I said to him, I wanted everything all set up properly, and he got my account to get- subscribers and stuff. And then he ran off to New York and he hasn’t been back to Newfoundland since. There we go, the crying child emotes. Yeah. So, you know, you don’t have to subscr-“
An earsplitting ringing drowned out what TFC was about to say next, and he snatched up his pager, eyes bugging out. This one had a small screen with text scrolling across it, and he leapt to his feet.
“SHIP OFFSHORE SINKING GOTTA GO BYE!” He shouted, clicking a button to close his game and jabbing at something in the corner of his screen-
The pager rang again, even louder, and TFC almost tripped over the charging cable plugging his prosthetic leg into the wall. That cable was the entire reason he’d started streaming at all- if he had to be stuck in a chair for hours, why not have some fun with it?
The pager let out an earsplitting shriek just as TFC got the wire unplugged, and he sprinted out the door.
Leaving chat staring at his white computer room wall.
For the next ten hours.
They only started three cults.
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idkhow and cult imagery/triangles
hi. i might be grasping at nothing, and we've had these images for less than 12 hours. but like SURELY THIS MEANS SOMETHING
if there's one thing dallon loves, its fucking. weird culty imagery.
and listen, i know mr weekes has said that he never wants to do the same thing twice, and that tellexx is unlikely to come back, but come the fuck on. BIG TRIANGLE WITH AN EYE ON IT??? JUST LIKE THEIR FUCKING YELLOW PYRAMID LOGO???? HELLOOOOO TELLEXX????
notably, the pyramid's been inverted in the new image. (if you can recall, or just look at the social climb music video, the pyramid's original state is facing downwards. in the new image, it's properly aligned.)
however, there are still four yellow lines! (in the og logo, it's four electric signs, in the new image, you have four lines coming out of the bottom of the pyramid and being held by the women in red sheets.)
does this mean tellexx is coming back for the new era in some capacity? are we going to be exploring a different era of tellexx? or is this just a fun callback to an old logo? we'll just have to see!!
#me.txt#idkhow#hi does anyone remember when i used to theorize abt tellexx and androids and shit.#that was so god damn long ago#anyway. the idkhow autism is back in full swing BAYBEEE!!!!!#my capacity to be normal about them is swiftly going down the drain with every new image!!!!!!!!!!!
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