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karizard-ao3 · 8 months

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Eren completely shocked and worrying his head off one day when Mikasa appears at school not wearing her goth outfit and doesn’t tell him why (she thinks the reason he hasn’t asked her out yet is because she’s a goth) (he hasn’t asked her out yet because he’s a dumbass)

That's a fun one! Here's a short scene that popped into my head when I was thinking about it.

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Eren leaned forward and tapped the new girl on the shoulder, tilting his head to avoid bumping his face into her perky black ponytail. “Excuse me,” he said. “That’s not your seat. You have to move.”

She swiveled around to look at him, her eyebrows pushing together and making a crinkled furrow at the top of her nose. “Why?” she said.

Eren was nonplussed. He had never seen this girl in his life but she still looked really familiar. In fact, she looked just like the desk’s rightful occupant, Mikasa Ackerman. “My friend sits there,” he plowed on.

A slow smile spread across the girl’s pink-glossed lips. “Do you mean me, Eren?” she asked.

"No," said Eren, frowning at the little upstart. "I mean… wait…" His mouth fell open. "Mikasa?"

Her smile widened. "Hi."

"What happened to you?" asked Eren, chagrined. She didn't look like herself. She was wearing a pale pink cropped sweater, a floral skirt, and– he dipped down to look at her feet– white sandals. She’d taken out all of her piercings and she wasn’t even wearing her rings. Her usual dark makeup was lighter than a spring breeze. Something was very wrong here. “Is this… Is this because… Is this because you went to see the Barbie movie with Sasha and Connie?” he asked.

“What? No!” said Mikasa, smoothing her hand over her hair. “I just thought I would try out a different look.” Her cheeks pinkened. “Do you like it?”

Eren sputtered. “Do I–? No!”

Mikasa’s smile froze, then melted away.

“I mean! Wait!” said Eren, waving his hands in her face, hastening to backpedal. “You look fine! You just…. Now you look like everyone else! I liked it when you looked like yourself!”

Mikasa sniffed. “What if this is the real me?”

“Oh…” said Eren, turning red. “Okay. Then… Uh… I guess you look really pretty.”

Mikasa pursed her lips, studying him. “You really like my normal clothes?”

“Yeah,” said Eren.

“Oh,” she said, averting her eyes. “I guess I thought… Oh, nevermind.”

“What?” said Eren.

“Nothing,” she said, turning back around and clasping her hands on her desk. “Are you going to the homecoming dance?”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” said Eren, trying to puzzle out why she was giving him the cold shoulder. “Wait. Are you going?” His stomach fell. “Do you have a date?”

“No,” she said. “But I would go if someone asked me.”

Eren’s head reeled as he imagined another, braver boy slow-dancing with Mikasa, holding her in his arms. He was going to be sick. “Well… what if I asked you?” he burst out before he could stop himself. “Would you go to the dance with me?”

“Yup. Pick me up at six,” she said without turning around.

“Huh?” said Eren.

“It’s a date,” said Mikasa, smiling over her shoulder at him. “Pick me up at six.”

Eren sat back in his chair, his heart pounding. “Okay, cool,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

#short #eremika #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #fanfic #eremika fanfic #fanfiction #i guess it's a drabble?#short scene #high school au #attack on titan #teenage eremika #ask me things #my asks #answered asks #drabbles #drabble

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kaioken16 · 9 months

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AoNoSummer2023 Day 4 - Stranded 🙃🥲

Something different, a little scripted scene between Mephisto and Amaimon, with latter being accidentally stranded at comic con event by Mephisto who in the high of getting new merch, forgets him until he returns home. 😂😅😂😅

#AoNoSummer2023 #fanfic #scene extract #short scene #mephisto #amaimon #aoex #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my writings #script #mini scene #funny #comedy

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steviesbicrisis · 2 years

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Steddie Star Wars AU

part 1

For a long time, there was only cold and darkness.

Eddie couldn't feel anything but deadly cold all around him, it was impossible to tell how much time it had passed, if time had passed at all.

And then, suddenly, the freezing cold was gone, he was moving guided by someone who was talking to him, a robot guessing by their voice.

Eddie can't see anything, his vision full of grey and black spots.

«Who are you?» he asks, still trembling.

He hears a movement, shuffle of fabric, then a familiar voice, music for Eddie's ears «someone who loves you.»

«Steve» Eddie cries in relief, their lips meet halfway. One of the last things he remembers are those lips, but it still feels like it has passed too much time from that memory.

Once again his time with Steve is cut short, by Jabba the Hutt this time, and they get separated again.

What happens next is confusing in Eddie's mind, probably because of his time as a human icicle and his -hopefully temporary- blindness.

He's been tied up and moved around, at some point, when the grey and black point in his vision become more white-ish, Robin is next to him.

Even tho he can't see her, she feels different from his memories: more confident, serious, and powerful somehow. Whatever training she went to do, it worked really well.

A fight ensures, Eddie tries to keep up with it as well as he can, he didn't escape from the deadly cold to die at the hands of Jabba. In the end, Robin saves the day like the good hero she always had been.

When it's time to leave the planet, Eddie's vision is almost back, everything is blurry but he can tell colors, light, and silhouettes. He hears Steve pleading Robin to stay, sees their figures get close, and admittedly it stings, Steve had always treated Robin with more affection than him. Robin still decides to go, and Eddie can't help but feel a little relieved.

He completely forgets about it one hour later, when his vision is back.

He's sitting on one of the ship's couches, Steve is a few steps ahead of him, giving orders and discussing the route to take with the crew, when his eyes do focus.

His heart drops.

Steve's outfit -can you even call two pieces of fabric an outfit?? Eddie thinks, panicked- consists of two pieces of red fabric covering just his ass and crotch, connected by a thin chain that wraps around his waist, leaving his sides completely bare. And everything else is also bare. And he has a collar with a chain dangling on his chest.

Steve. Almost naked. With a collar and a chain.

Eddie feels extremely bad about his impure thoughts, Steve had just been kidnapped and forced into that outfit just to save him and- shit, Steve also has sexy chest hair.

Eddie wants to go back being a human icicle.

And then he realizes, he isn't the only one able to see half naked chained up sexy Steve. They're right next to the plank, there are a lot of people going around the ship and, despite being serious workers, some of them can't help but stare at the Prince, blush, or giggle.

Eddie hates it, but can he really blame them? He isn't in a better state than any of them.

When three passing recruits greet him with a "good evening, Prince" and giggle at Steve's very flirtatious "good evening to you", Eddie decides he's had enough.

He gets up from the couch, takes off his brown vest (wishing for once to have something more covering like a snow coat), and throws it at Steve.

«For your modesty, Prince» he huffs, sounding extremely annoyed. Which he is.

Steve catches the vest and gives him a knowingly smirk «thank you, general.»

He knows what he's doing to him, Eddie realizes, and he wishes to hate him but it actually makes him love Steve a little more.

He can do nothing but turn back on the couch, wait and rest. Despite Steve putting on a show, he's also doing his duty and Eddie doesn't want to interrupt.

He stays there for hours to watch over him, using the recovery as an excuse, and he gets the chance of a private conversation only at supper.

Steve hushes everyone around to go get their food and take a break, then walks to Eddie.

«So, are you hungry?» he asks, no emotion in his tone. Eddie, however, has recently learned how to read him, so the cold attitude doesn’t faze him.

«Yes,» he replies before grabbing the chain and yanking him down, Steve yelps in surprise but doesn't get to say more because Eddie's lips are over his.

Like their previous kisses, this one is rushed even if for very different reasons. Steve has placed his hands on the side of Eddie's head to avoid crushing him, Eddie still has the chain in his hand, exploring every inch of Steve's bare skin with the other, and there's a lot.

Steve leans back «are you sure you're not tired? maybe you need more rest.»

«I'm only tired of waiting for you to finish your little show» he grunts, still annoyed.

«You seemed to enjoy it.»

«Yeah, and I wasn't the only one. You walking around practically naked,» Eddie puts his wondering hand on his lower back and pushes him down, Steve falls entirely on him. They feel each other's hard-on and Steve groans at the contact.

«Fuck, let's go to my room» the prince says, hushed voice.

«Why? I thought you enjoyed putting on a show. I bet you love that anyone could walk in now and see you like this» he whispers in his ear.

Eddie is used to strong and fierce Steve, the stoic prince, the one who never asks, always orders and demands.

«Eddie, please» he moans, rocking his hips against him. He's getting desperate, Eddie growls at the idea of being the only one who gets to see him like this.

He frees Steve from his embrace after pulling the chain a little just to annoy him.

Eddie's clothes are a mess, but nothing compared to Steve, his perfect hair all ruined and his clothes doing a poor job at hiding his hardness.

Eddie takes Steve by his hand and leads the way, ready to shield him in case they meet someone from the crew.

Thankfully it's still supper time and they're able to reach Steve's cabin without encountering one single soul.

As soon as Steve closes the door behind him, Eddie grips the chain once again and pulls Steve toward the bed, walking backward.

He lies down on the bed, bringing Steve on top of him.

«You love this, don't you?» Steve gestures at the chain in Eddie's hand.

«You have no idea» Eddie smile mischievously, pulling him down for a kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Eddie takes his vest off of Steve, making him chuckle «what about my modesty, general?»

It shouldn't surprise Eddie, but having sex with Steve is just like this: with laughter, which somehow never makes it awkward or unsexy; with a lot of teasing, because that's how they communicate; rushed, because they both waited too long; and tender, because they've never loved anyone like they love the other.

Later, when they're laying in bed and Eddie's figuring out how to free him from the collar, Steve is staring at him, intensely.

«I love you» he whispers.

Eddie can't help but say «I know.»

Steve scoffs and pushes him off of him, but he's smiling. Eddie's heart skips a bit.

One day, they both have no doubt, he will drop the teasing and say it back.

#steddie #bi steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steve harrington #steve and eddie #eddie munson #Steddie microfic #short scene #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie star wars au #steve as princess leia #eddie as han solo #Robin as Luke Skywalker #Steddie Star Wars VI au #Steve in the Huttslayer outfit #sbc writes #ficlets

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black-suns-rim · 1 year

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A short comic featuring Da'novi and @thenomadclan 's oc, Drago.

#yautja #predator #the predator #alien #character #oc #yautja oc #predator oc #art #not my oc #short scene #short comic #comic scene #original #funny #funny comic #short funny comic #humor

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redflowerstories · 8 months

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Dark Nights Bring Brighter Days

Second First Meetings

Your heart leaps into your throat and you feel suddenly like a teenager. Johnny had been the first one you fell for. His bright smile and big personality , as John called it, had sung the perfect song for you. He’d had you hooked on him from day one, and it seems he can cast that spell on you even now.

“Hey there, lass. Didn’t see ya. Yer a tiny little thing.” He says, face splitting into his wonderful wide grin. Your cheeks burn.

“Don’t be rude, MacTavish.” John warns half-heartedly.

"Sorry, sorry." He chuckles, moving to drop into his seat, one away from John, just as you expected. What you don't expect however, is Kyle taking Simon's seat.

Simon always sat next to John. He was the Lieutenant, the next highest ranked person after the Captain and he took that extremely seriously.

In your past life, you had come into the room to both the other potential recruits on John's left, leaving you to sit far away from him, with his right side having Simon, Johnny, and Kyle in that order. Either you missed something having been late that first time…or things were already changing

“Where’s Lt.?” Johnny asks.

“Here.” His voice comes from behind you, and it makes both you and Johnny jump. Kyle snickers, apparently having seen him come in. You turn and look up at him, your eyes wide.

He stands over you, arms crossed over his chest. His signature hard skull mask covers his face rather than the more casual balaclava you had grown used to. You recall that he wore the hard mask for at least the first six months of your contract, eventually trusting you enough to trade it out for the balaclava. A few times only wearing a privacy mask with a skull decal and a deep hood.

His dark eyes look right back down at you, staring directly into your own. It’s the kind of stare that used to scare you, since you couldn’t see his face. But you’d learned to read him in your past life, and you knew he was just curious and a little apprehensive of you.

“Hello,” You breathe, not an ounce of fear in your voice. He hums, low and thoughtful, but doesn’t greet you back. Instead he…

He pulls out the chair next to you, and sits heavily into it, letting out a tired sounding grunt as he does. He leans forward, snatching your file from the pile, then leans back in his chair, flipping it open to look through it. He’s properly in Lieutenant Mode , it seems.

“Sunshine, Lieutenant Riley. You’ll call him Ghost.” John introduces him to you, eyeing Simon a bit disapprovingly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lieutenant.” You say, remaining polite as possible.

“Hm.” Simon rumbles, not even looking up at him.

He’s having a bad day.

He’d been equally as unpleasant in your first life, but back then you had assumed it was because of your lateness. But you knew him, now. You knew he struggled some days with interaction, that sometimes being around others put him on edge. You never did find out why.

#fanfic #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #Dark Nights Bring Better Days #short scene #wip

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m34gs · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kalim Al-Asim/Idia Shroud Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Idia Shroud Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Stargazing, Kissing, Fluff Series: Part 3 of Kalim x Idia Short Scenes Summary:

Kalim and Idia sitting in a tree.

Maybe they'll kiss...

#twisted wonderland #kalim x idia #kalim/idia #kalim al asim #idia shroud #fanfic #fluff #short scene

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ellascreams · 1 year

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Dannymay Day 9: Ghost Zone

The ghost zone was always an odd place. Danny was the only person who had even tried to make a map of it. He did an okay job. The basic layout was there along with the usual places of key locations. Ultimately it was impossible to make a full map.

Things were constantly changing. Doors and buildings floated and swirled around. Ghosts could find their way just fine but it was through instinct. An instinct the living didn’t really have, at least not nearly as much of it.

Danny could always find his way around. A decent map with a decent instinct made for good navigation. Before the map it was a lot harder. He still avoided doors though. Sure, sometime if he was desperate or if instinct took over he would try one. Still he was usually smart enough not to gamble his life. He already did that once and lost half of it.

#dannymay2023 #danny phantom #dannymay #fanfic #Short scene #I was worried people would be mad this isn’t cannon but the community made a character #There are no dp cannon police just headcannon police #ghost zone

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noemitenshi · 5 months

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Right, anyone up for some backstory on abusive!Serena?

Here's Troy (who, as we all know, survived being stabbed - in this version he got saved by a group of people who are actually concerned with helping people not just paying lip-service to the idea - yes it's a dig at the show amongst them Lee and Ri, and (shock twist!)he falls in love with them (also for those interested how that happened: troy lost his memories as a trauma response after getting stabbed and having to renounce his daughter to keep her save. he stumbled upon lee and ri's group (in keeping with canon since apparently they all just s tumble into one another) and though troy has no memories he feels safe around lee and that's how it starts. currently troy has his memories and his daughter back and he's)) telling his lovers about his past.

Troy's all cuddled up with his loved ones and he knows he should talk about his relationship with Serena to them. He feels he owes them that - or maybe he needs it, too. Needs to put these things into words. Even though his throat closes up when he thinks about it, his jaw clenches. But he never surrenders.

"i, i had a wife…" he starts, in this kinda sing-song tone that means he's uncomfortable speaking about it. they nod because they kinda assumed haha that him and tracy's mom had a relationship "and i… i loved her" and he's nodding his head, his mouth downturned. and he repeats it a bit like… almost an invocation "i loved her." his voice is forlorn now and far-away sounding. "a-and…" he grimaces a bit, the next part difficult for him, he really doesn't want to say it. but he also does. "it-" shakes his head a little "it wasn't good between us. n-ot, not for a long time."

and of course they grow concerned for him, touch turning softer, maybe a whispered "oh sweetie" but quiet quiet because they know he needs to get this out. they can react after. they still looked at him softly inquisitive, hoping and at the same time dreading he'd say more about it. "she-uh- serena, she…" and he licks his lips, trying to gather the bravery to say it. he never said any of those things before. "she wasn't… patient. easy to - anger. and when she was, angry, she uh. she said things. and sometimes, sometimes she did things. things that-" he broke off and shook his head "but she loved me. she loved me and i- i understood" (and i think here ri is probably gonna reflexively close her hold on him, tightly, just for a sec bc it enrages her so, for him. saying he understands his wife being abusive from the sounds of it). "i-i'm not easy to be around---"

"no." ri again, a cold little sound and his head snaps to her, probably bracing himself for her anger at him but she just looks like 🥺 "she had no right" ri tells him. troy just swallows. and he repeats

"she loved me. id have forgiven her anything." ri needs to work very hard not to break down crying, for him. and lee is quietly listening to this, probably holding troy a bit tighter, a bit more securely but he's quiet bc if he starts speaking he's not sure he can stop anytime soon. and he thinks troy needs to say these things first. all of it. troy takes little breaths, grimacing again. His whole face tense since he started speaking, his emotions pulling at it, relentlessly. "then she got pregnant" it's softer said than anything before. it touches their hearts. "and… one day, one day we weren't careful and - she got bit. her arm…." he shakes his head. "i thought id lose her. a-and she- refused to let me cut. she.. and i didn't know what to do, i couldn't lose her, i couldn't… so" he laughed a little, void of amusement "i radioed for help. didn't really think--- but someone heard- and came. alicia." lee knows that name of course and he furrows his brows, squeezing troy gently. "she-she knew what to do. had lost her own arm so.. serena trusted her."

and he does this lip bite thing, like he's hurting and needing to put this into an expression "serena… she changed after that." he tells them how she wanted to be like alicia, help people too. and "she also.. changed her behavior towards me. slowly. couldn't always but--- i could tell she was trying. we… got better, slowly. and i-" he laughs "i was grateful to alicia, you know. for saving her, for changing her. what unbelievable luck i thought." he grimaced a grin "freak luck" Lee and Ri probably share a very concerned glance bc even though this sounds good, he doesn't. he sounds desperate. and they wish they could just take his pain away. "one day she got a call for help she didn't come back from. got robbed, got shot. they just left her there. when i found her… she was dying. i held her as she died. and i thought…. i thought how selfish of me. i'd… i'd been so…."he snarled "so happy about the change in her, i didn't even consider… i should've seen this coming. but i didn't think, didn't think beyond myself. how could i have been so fucking grateful for the thing THAT GOT HER KILLED!?"

#troy otto #troy otto x oc #troy otto x serena otto (past)#troy otto x crazy dog #abusive!serena #snippet #short scene #no resolution #hurt/comfort #i looked at canon and thought 'how can i make it worse'#ftwd #fear the walking dead #guess it does give some more context to him neeeding revenge so obsessively #also explains why he keeps zombie!serena around but then... sticks her with the rest of the zombies in the mud #he's punishing her - he's punishing himself but also he wants her around bc he loved her #it's complicated

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darknessdrops · 2 years

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boiling

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writingskaska · 4 months

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Vamp x Human scene

A scenario in an alternative universe in one of my RPGs with my wonderful girlfriend @drowningtea who writes the lovely Hana! I hope I was able to portrait her somewhat decently! No context needed for anyone taking a peak.

Hajime was staring at the young maiden in disbelief. His mouth fell open, his throat went dry and a heavy gulp was not able to clear this condition in the slightest. His cold body vibrated, his hands trembled and while his whole body screamed for him to give in, he fought against the urges.

„Do you know… what you are offering?“, he heard his own shaken voice ask. Hana giggled at his reaction. A sound, reminding him of the gentle ring of a bell. Like the one he followed, that called for him when her slender hands made it chime.

„I offer you to bite me and drink my blood.“, she repeated her initial words slightly rephrased. The eternally young man shook his head. Unwilling to accept this. Whatever this might be. „Why?“ While many questions were piercing through his racing mind, that was the one haunting him the most. And he had to remind himself of the positions they were in.

Him, a boy, frozen in time at the age of seventeen. Having seen the horrors of life for something that will proceed to be the eternity but has started two hundred years ago. A lowly slave, serving her family, not deserving of any gift. Especially non so precious. And her, a beautiful soul, a girl at the age of 18 with a life in front of her that was promising, that was yet unwritten while she held the feather, dunk in ink in her slender hands.

A girl warm like the sun that he could never again feel on his skin. His master. Hajime was bound to eternal loyalty towards her bloodline. Blood that she wanted to give him so willingly. That was wrong.

With a sudden rush of energy and restlessness he jumped to his feet, barging away from the bed she was sitting on as if she stood model for a painter. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

„Because you‘re hungry… I know they don‘t feed you well. What good can you extract from a rat once a week?“ A deep sigh left her plump, rosy lips and Hajime found himself staring at them. He saw them move first, heard her heartbeat and the blood rushing through her veins, her breath that filled and emptied her lungs before her words even found any meaning in his mind.

Hana extended her hand and asked him wordlessly to take it. But Hajime didn’t move. „You did so many good deeds. While father is away, you keep me company. While others try to take advantage of me, you care. You saved me a docent of times from myself and the dangers from beyond. I am used to being seen as nothing more than a tool. I study everyday for my father to be proud of me and yet I know I can only be of use to him if I marry rich. No one cares for who I am. And yet there are you. Your kindness and your love for me.“

Her voice drifted off somewhere in her monologue. Became dreamy. She was talking to a mirage, Hajime thought. „I am bound by blood to loyalty, my liege. I am nothing more than a tool for you to use and-…“

„Tell me that you don‘t love me!“, she cut him off, raising to her knees in her nightgown, pouting. Hajime opened his mouth but there was no word escaping his lips. He felt interrogated, pressed against a wall, forced to confess his sins. How could he say such a thing? He averted his eyes, looking to the ground, looking for a way out through the cracks in the stone.

„See. You can‘t. You love me.“ Hana raised from her bed, approaching the tall, young man and reaching out to cup his cold cheek. Her warmth against him made him shiver. „So why is it so bad for me to love you too? Tell me! Why would you forbid me to love you.“ She was so incredibly stubborn and righteous. While the world crumbled around her under hate and despise she always saw equality in all beings. Even one like him. Hajime thought about what to say. About how he could make her understand that she was good and he wasn’t. He would have to show her hatefulness. Cruelty and horror to make her understand. But how in god‘s name was he supposed to do that to her when she was so pure and gentle.

„How long have you been eighteen?“, he then asked. Hana was thrown aback, blinking in confusion. „What?“ Hajime just held their eye contact, begging with his gaze for her to answer. Hana looked around, trying to remember. „Since the 23rd of march. I’ve been eighteen for 4 months now… Why do you-…“

„I’ve turned seventeen two hundred years ago.“, he muttered bitterly. „I was already alive a long time before you were born. Before your mother was born. I served this family before your grandmother was born. And I will proceed to serve it. I will inevitably see you die. Soon you will want a marriage, a family, a husband to grow old with, to look together on a life with hurdles and beauty. I can not give you any of that.“

He finally took her hand that she was cupping his cheek with and lowered it, holding it in his grasp, looking deep into her eyes. His voice already felt strained from using it so much today. Hajime was not used to long discussions and debates. He didn’t feel fit or adequate enough to explain anything so grand. And yet he had to.

Hana didn’t answer right away. She let his words sink in and tried to fight the understanding of what he was say. In the end she hummed. „Well then… I will promise to you! While my love for you is real, I… understand who you are. And what you are. And while I am here, in fathers estate… while I am not married yet to another man… Only for this short blink of an eye… Let me be yours.“ Her bottom lip trembled and tears filled her eyes. Hajime knew her well enough to know how painful this was for her. And yet he also understood that the damage was already done. If he would refuse her wishes she would always dream of what might have been. She would idolize him and a life she constructed in her mind. Seeing wrong in everything that was right.

A false hope flared up in his chest. Maybe he could give in. Just for this short period of time and she would see how different her expectation was from reality. Maybe, if he just managed to make her understand that there was no life among the dead waiting for her, she would understand and leave on her own accords! Hajime did not even try to deny that he was lying to himself. But how was he supposed not to fall for it? If even Adam and Eve fell for the promises of the snake and ate the fruit that was forbidden to them, how was he supposed to decline the same offer?

„Alright“, he muttered, finding no ounce of control over his body anymore. Hana‘s face lit up. „Yes? You agree? Really?“ Hajime nodded, still looking like he was about to break out into tears. Hana hummed again before letting out a sigh of relief. „I am so glad!“ She came closer to the timid boy, placing her hand again on his cheek, while snatching his fingers with her left one. She came closer until their bodies touched. Hajime felt paralyzed. Her eyes were fixed on his lips and right before her breath hitched his face, she looked up again.

„So we can kiss?“

And with that it was over for Hajime‘s restraint. He leaned in to her touch, wrapping his arm around the slender frame of the girl, crossing their fingers together and connecting their lips in a kiss. The hot touch was nearly too much for him handle. He felt like burning himself on the touch. But it was addicting and delicious pain that reminded him of not being entirely lifeless yet.

Hana sighed into the kiss, pressing herself against the boy, feeling his hard chest under her fingers as her hand roamed his body. Their kiss was tender at first, careful but quickly became desperate, hungry and sinful. Hana‘s breath has quickened when they finally tore away from each other. With flushed cheeks she gazed at her stone cold lover, unchanged in his demeanor. Only his eyes seemed dazed. Affected by their intimacy as if he had been surrounded by opium.

Hana liked that gleam in his eyes. „I want you to drink my blood.“, she insisted further, not being satisfied with what he gave her yet. Hajime nodded, unable to resist any longer. „Yes…“ His voice sounded breathy although there was no air filling his lungs. Hana liked the thought of him breathing in her very core. Her soul begging for him.

He took her hand and lead her to the bed. Suddenly Hana felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement shower over her. She has offered herself up so boldly. Now was no time to become shy. Like he always did when fixing up her sheets, the young man smoothed them out systemically and fluffed up her pillows before turning around and taking her hand, gently helping her onto the mattress. Hana‘s heart was beating violently against her chest and her breath felt too thin, making her lightheaded.

„Will it hurt?“, she asked anxiously. Hajime sat down on the side as she laid down. He thought about it. „At first, yes.“ He showed her a glance of his sharp teeth. „But then, comparable to the venom of a snake you will be infected with a sedative. It will make you relaxed and calm. Sometimes it arouses humans. But most describe it as a peaceful dream they went into. Loosing all sense for pain or sorrow.“

Hana stared at him in awe. „You can do such things?“ Hajime showed a half smile shrugging with his shoulder. „Well, I could be lying to you, couldn’t I? What if it is very painful like being eaten by bear? Would you want to take that risk?“ The young girl hesitated for a moment before letting herself fall into the pillows. „You wouldn’t lie like that.“ Hajime slowly build himself up above her. Caging her between his arms, letting his bodyweight rest atop her. „What makes you so sure?“

He was in trance. Being so close to her, feeling her running blood underneath him robbed him of all senses and he was ready to indulge himself in this drug. Hana too felt dazed as if under the influence of substances yet unheard of. There was for the first time since they knew each other something so peaceful about the beautiful man. His voice was quiet and melodic, promising and gentle. As if he was the one leading her into a beautiful dream, not his venom. She let her hands caress over his arms, gulping at the attempt to answer. „Because you love me.“

Hajime hummed. He let his eyes roam her body and gently placed her hair out of the way, letting it fall over one shoulder, exposing the other. And while his fingers run through the long strands he did not stop when his fingertips reached the collar of her nightgown, pushing it down gently.

He was so delicate with her. Hana twisted a bit, pressing her lips and legs together. Heat filled her veins and she felt like a precious piece of art, too fragile to be touched and yet admired enough to draw his hands to her. „I do“, Hajime finally admitted. „There is no way for me not to.“ Hana stopped breathing for the words he finally granted her.

With wide eyes she stared at him, unbelieving of what was happening. „You… you do?“, she now asked, not so sure of herself as she was just a moment ago. It was easy to tell herself that someone must be in love with her. But something entirely different hearing it from the person in question.

The young man nodded, letting his fingers run over the skin of her throat, hissing slightly at the sensation of the running blood flow. He pressed slightly against it, eager to feel even more. „From the moment I laid eyes on you. From the second I heard your voice for the first time. From the very first touch of the warmth in your smile that could only be the compared to the rays of the sun I had felt a very long time ago. I’ve loved you for all this time.“

Hanas fingers clawed into her pillow as she listened intently, drinking up every sweet word that dropped from his lips, eager to not miss a single one of it, while his hand still remained on her body. No one has ever touched her like that. No one has ever seen her like that.

And she felt proud dwelling up in her chest that it was him taking this ignorant innocence from her. That it was his touch she‘d remember as the touch of a man.

„Are you… really sure about this?“, Hajime found the self control to confirm again, looking deep into her eyes searching for a sprinkle of doubt. But the young maiden nodded eagerly. „I am… not selfless in offering you my blood“, she finally confessed. „It excites me… I want to be part of you. And maybe… a little part of me wished to… make you addicted to something of me. Enough to make you surrender to your feelings, to make you weak for my touch.“

Hajime smiled and buried his face into the crook of her neck. His closed lips drew over her skin. Her scent was enough to let him bow before her every wish. „I never expected my master to be this… morally flexible. To make me an addicted man like that.“ He felt his voice vibrate in her. His arm wrapped around her back, digging his fingers into her shoulder like a man about to drown, holding onto dear life. And that she was for him. Dear life itself.

„I’ve been your servant long before. Blood is not what draws me to you… But I can’t deny how… incredibly delicious you are…“ And with that his tongue shot out, licking over the soft skin, placing a kiss in gratefulness of this meal before finally sinking his teeth into her flesh…

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