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Gathering Episode O: I pitch Zagoth triome to chrome Mox (NSFW) FT Jiheon

Operator’s Notes:… well it happened

I pace my home listening to Ava excitedly tell me about the show she was running for her new company Tricell. It was a K-pop show featuring a bunch of Nugu Idols I adored who were not so Nugu anymore. It was a girl group extravaganza and she wanted my help making the show take shape. The only catch was that it had to be done in Racoon City Illinois. My first thought was no absolutely not as we were nearing the anniversary of its outbreak but Bela being the best convinced me otherwise. So I stupidly took a chance.

“Okay, great so you'll be the co-host with TJ. I'll send you the rest of the info later. Ava said in a tone that let me know something was off.

“Okay, what's the second catch,” I ask.

“Well you be working with Connor and Dexter,” Ava says.

“Okay,” I say as I shrug. Ava is surprised

“I thought you were mad when they left you?” she asked

I shrugged again in the video call.

“Is this it? If so I'll see you next week.” Ava says with a smile

Next week arrives in a flash and before I know it I'm in the lobby of the hotel all of us would be staying at. Despite not being the main logistics person (that was Ava) quite a few of the groups asked me how things were going to turn out. The groups in question and would be featured in the show were

Le Sserafim

Ive

Dreamcatcher

Cignature

Fromis_9

Oh my Girl

Qwer

Lightsum

Kep1er

Loosemble

Tj cautiously watched from behind me figuratively and literally. Especially when his ult bias and K-pop crush Yujin arrived. He attempted to say hi shyly but found himself unable to. He gave a polite wave and went back behind me.

One of the girls from Qwer (Magenta) liked my Zagoth Safari shirt and I chuckled, this led to me asking if she liked magic at the gathering. She nodded and said, “Do you play commander?” I nodded and replied

“Almost exclusively why?” I answered

“Oh great Chowon from Lightsum, and Yewon from Oh My Girl need a Fourth can you play tonight? We usually play with Jeewon but she and the rest of the Cignature girls are getting in late tonight” she asked. I nodded and Magenta smiled before walking off happily with the rest of her group. TJ approached me shaking,

“How did you do that?” he asked baffled

I looked at him confused, “Do what?”

TJ meekly pointed to the walking away idols “Talk to them…like they're normal?” he explains

I tilted my head confused as I answered “Because they are normal people.”

TJ was dumbfounded and I looked at him with a strange sense of paternal instinct kicking in.

“Look Theo it's not a big deal. While these women are talented and very attractive they are also quite dorky and very human. Treat them like they are the girl next door you have a partial crush on. Let your heart flutter but let it be grounded. I promise you they'll appreciate it. Unless you're just a weirdo like me then hide it.

TJ laughed and responded, “Thanks Hiro I needed that” I gave him a thumbs up as he went to his room. I hoped he'd take my advice to heart. Otherwise, this would be a long and painful shoot.

“That was kind of you.” an unfamiliar voice said behind me. I turn around to see Jiheon of Fromis_9 she smiles at me and says.

“You're Hiro right?” I nod and she smiles.

“Okay, I have heard stories about you from Dexter, Eunbi, Connor, and Yunjin. They say you're the most ruthless and diabolical deck builder they know.” I squinted

“I don't follow,” I responded.

“I want to learn how to play commander better,” Jiheon said plainly. I studied Jiheon’s expression for a moment trying to see if I was being taken for a ride, and when I only found sincerity I shrugged and said

“Okay, what colors do you play?”

“I like Red and Green, but I keep losing to all of the removal and counterspells.” I looked at Jiheon and said

“Okay let's get you tuned up.”

We went to Jiheon’s hotel room she was sharing with Hayoung. She looked up at me with surprise.

“Oh, unnie this is Hiro he's going to help me with my red green blue deck,” Jiheon explains.

Hayoung looked at me with surprise before saying, “Oh you're the one who bullied the Fimmies and their boyfriends,” she teased.

“Um no it was only one fimmie and her boyfriend and Eunbi and her boyfriend,” I respond Hayoung laughs happily and says

“Like that’s any better

I shrug defiantly back and say,” They team up against me because I play sultai which they all view as evil. Granted I am evil but not because of the colors I play. I'm evil because I lack remorse and a conscience.” they both looked at me and laughed I sighed and walked over to help Jiheon.

Hayoung rolled her eyes “Right,” she said sarcastically and then said “and what are you here doing?”

“Helping Jiheon get better at the game,” I responded flatly which made Hayoung giggle even more.

“Unnie please stop teasing him I need his help,” Jiheon said. Hayoung smirked and had me go on my way.

I followed Jiheon to her backpack and She opened her deck box and showed me, a Magus Lucea Kane deck. In it, I saw a bunch of expensive staples like Mana Crypt Chrome Mox, underworld breach carpet of flowers, and a few other pieces that made my eyes water.

“Is it bad?” Jiheon asked. I turned to her and said, “No but I can help.”

I got out my tablet and got to work finishing the deck based on what she had.

“So what do you want out of this deck?” I ask.

Jiheon looks at me confused. “Win

When we were finished I showed her and she was concerned.

“Why so little creatures?” she asked

“Well because this is more of a combo tempo deck to help you win more. Since you have all the really expensive pieces I'll just buy the rest of these cheap ones and help you.”

Hayoung laughed and said, “You're not evil.” I look at her and she just smiles at me.

“You remind me of my boyfriend Danzo. He's silly but he has a good heart. You have a good heart too.” I sigh and then fill an order at a nearby card shop, from what I am reading it's massive. I placed the order and picked it up for her along with the sleeves. When I finish helping her by explaining the combos and win Lines and what to say when she's in the position to Win. I also gave her a primer on Moxfield. She was elevated. She hugged me and said, “Thanks, Hiro. I hope I can finally beat them.” I smile and say.

“Well you should also talk to Hayoung sounds like she may know a thing or two.” Hayoung scowls at me but then smiles as she pushes me out saying, “Okay Mister Evil it's time for you to leave.”

After I finished helping Jiheon I went to my room to rest when I got a text from an unknown number.

“Come to room 808, and bring your strongest deck -Magenta,” the text said. I worried about it at first but figured who would try to abduct me, especially with all the other talent and random worth people here.

When I arrive I see Magenta, Arin from Oh My Girl and Chowon all setting up. Magenta (who smells like Whiskey) smiles when she sees me

“See I told you we'd get a fourth.” she slurs she guides me to my seat, and says, “Now sit mister. We were just getting ready.

I look around to see commanders. I see Mrs Bumbleflower (Arin), Vazi Keen the negotiator (Chowon), and Cecily haunted mage (Magenta). Their decks concern me but I do as Magenta asked earlier and bring out my best deck “Tasigur The Golden Fang.” I set it down and Magenta’s eyes go wide.

“Oooh where did you get this?” she asks seeing my alter for it.”

“A friend made it, and I have kept it since,” I responded. Magenta smiled and handed it back to me

“I love it. It tells me so much about you,” She slurred.

“Oh, really what does it say about me?” I ask teasingly. Magenta laughs and smiles

“That you value your individuality and growth, and will be rooted in that despite the sacrifices and changes you must make to yourself” I smiled until Arim who was sitting next to me interjected.

“That's what you told me!” she yelled. Magenta shook her head and said

“No, I told you that you are like authority each day you grow and change into your idealized self.” Magenta looks at me then at Arin and says, “The two of you make a good couple actually,” Arin blushes, and Chowon smiles happily. It's endearing.

“Okay, I have a bet. If I win you and Arin have to kiss,” I look at Magenta and then at Arin confused. Arin sighs and then says,

“Unnie please leave him be. He is not close enough to get your teasing.” Arin said firmly with an apologetic look directed towards me.

Magenta smiled and said, “Do you not want him because I'll take him.”

I blinked a few times processing what was being said before asking.

“Um, can we roll to start the game?”

Magenta turned to me and nodded.

We all rolled and I noticed that my starting hand had everything I needed to win. I looked around to see what other people’s turns would look like.

Arin who was first played tapped land and passed. Being next to her meant I was going second. I realized that if she's playing tapped lands then “using your strongest deck meant something different to them.”

I played a command tower and passed. Magenta was placed third and played a Sol ring into fellwar stone all off of an Og dual (tropical island)

On Chowon’s turn, she happily played a fetch land into a shock land then played carpet of flowers. In her second main phase, she played an ignoble hierarch off of the one green mana from the carpet of flowers. I sat there even more confused as on turn two Arin played Chrome Mox (pitching endless detour) and a mana crypt before playing her own Og dual (tundra) before landing a sol ring and her commander. Then she played an archon of emeria.

Unsure of the power level I just played a snapback (pitching a brainstorm) bouncing the archon on her endstep. On my turn, I powered out Tasigur and a rhystic study.

Magenta smiled one her turn as she played another Og dual (underground sea) after fetching it from bloodstained mire. She followed up by playing a Mox amber and her commander (from here on out no one pays for rhystic study) after that she played a mystic remora and passed the turn.

The rest of the game was pretty mishmashed like this as well. People played a flip-flop of expensive optimized decks and pre-con-level cards. It made me realize that I couldn't play as effectively as I usually do because they were not. This led to me watching more and intentionally throwing the game because I didn't want my “new friends” to invite me back.

So I took the loss in the game for the greater prize of playing with them again, despite the weird gameplay loops they created. However, that led to Magenta winning, and while I never agreed to her bet she insisted that Arin and I kiss. I turned to Arin who was blushing profusely I sighed and said “It’s no big…mph.” as I spoke Arin grabbed my face and kissed me. For a split moment, I understood why TJ was so flustered. When she broke the kiss my brain broke as well. Unable to process the insane turn of events I got up and said

“It's been a great night but I gotta get to sleep see you tomorrow.” as I walked out to my room. Chowon began laughing watching me stumble out.

I get back to my room and finally collapse after the long day. The next morning, I stumbled into the hotel’s breakfast lounge, still shaking off the fog of last night’s events. The memory of Arin’s kiss lingered in the back of my mind, making me feel all kinds of awkward. I wasn’t ready to face her, but as fate would have it, she was the first person I saw.

There she was, standing by the buffet table, unbothered, with a breakfast sandwich in hand. Her cheeks were puffed out as she chewed, clearly enjoying her meal. She looked… normal, and relaxed, like nothing strange had happened between us the night before. For a second, I just stood there, watching her, unsure of how to approach her.

Arin noticed me out of the corner of her eye and turned. Her expression shifted slightly—just a flicker of surprise—before she smiled, still mid-bite.

“Morning,” she mumbled through her mouthful of food, giving a small wave.

I chuckled, suddenly feeling a lot more at ease. “Morning. How’s the sandwich?” I asked as if that was the most pressing issue in the world.

She held it up like a prize. “Delicious. You want one?”

I shook my head, grabbing a tea instead. I wasn’t hungry, just… nervous. Last night’s kiss was like a ticking time bomb in my brain, and I wasn’t sure how to address it, or if I should at all. But Arin seemed completely calm, almost like it hadn’t thrown her off balance at all.

I sat down across from her, still feeling the weight of unspoken words between us. She took another bite of her sandwich, glanced up at me, and raised an eyebrow.

“You seem nervous,” she said, a bit of teasing in her voice.

I scratched the back of my head, trying to play it cool. “Well, last night was… unexpected.”

Arin set her sandwich down and met my gaze. “Yeah, about that…” She paused for a moment, thinking. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. Magenta can be… a little pushy, and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

I nodded, feeling a bit of relief. “It’s not that. I just didn’t expect it, you know? But it’s fine.” I took a sip of my tea, then added, “I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

Arin smiled softly. “It doesn’t have to be. Let’s just… take it one step at a time.”

She returned to her sandwich, the tension slowly melting away. It was oddly comforting, sitting there with her, sharing a quiet moment in the middle of what was about to be a busy day. There was no pressure to say more than what needed to be said, and for once, I wasn’t overthinking it.

As she finished her breakfast sandwich, she looked at me again, this time with a playful glint in her eyes. “You sure you don’t want a sandwich? You’re going to need your energy for today.”

I laughed. “Maybe I’ll grab one on the way to set.”

“Good,” she said, standing up. “We’re going to be in for a long day.” I decided to grab a breakfast sandwich as I walked to the buffet Arin walked close to me and asked how I felt about Magenta’s observation.

“Well I don't know you all that well so I can't be sure how accurate it was, but for me, it was pretty much who I am.” Arin smiled

“Yeah, she does that. Also, I got a couple of glimpses of your hand last night when you weren't paying attention. You had some serious power in that deck. Why didn't you play it?”

“Well I'm not used to you all yet so I don't know how y'all describe powerful. I built this deck to beat one of the cameras guys who's been topping tournaments with his Rocco Caberetti Caterer build.”

“Oh, so you're a cedh player?” Arin raised an eyebrow.

“No, I'm competitive and don't like losing,” I respond.

“But you lost yesterday…intentionally.” she challenged and in that moment I felt at ease with her.

“That's different. I lost the game because I didn't want y'all to be like that. Oh, he plays too powerful. Mrs turn one tapped land.” Arin smiled and said.

“Oh Magenta was right me and you will get along just fine.”She leaned in closer to me as we grabbed more food. There was a moment, brief but noticeable, where my heart skipped a beat. Her presence felt… easy. Like I didn’t need to overthink things. Before I could dwell on it, we headed back to our table. As we sat down I heard someone say,

“Oh look it's Hiro. Let's sit next to him.” I look up to see Yujin and Tj walking next to each other. I smile seeing him so clearly elated and Yujin also looks very happy. They sit next to us with their plates of food and I tease TJ.

“What happened?” he smiles and starts his story.

Flashback to Yesterday

TJ had been pacing back and forth for what felt like hours. The advice the narrator had given him was fresh in his mind, but now that the moment had come, all of his confidence was wavering. He took a deep breath, mentally replaying how he was going to ask Yujin out.

Just ask her, he told himself. You’ve got this.

Yujin appeared a few minutes later, looking radiant, as usual. She smiled when she spotted him. “Hey, TJ! What’s up?”

He froze for a second, his mind going blank. Oh no… I forgot everything.

“Uh… h-hi, Yujin,” he stammered, his heart racing. Okay, here goes nothing.

“I was, um, wondering… would you like to… go out with me? Tonight?” He blurted out the words in a rush, barely looking her in the eye.

Yujin tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

TJ could feel his face heating up. “Y-yeah. I mean, yes, I am.”

There was a beat of silence, and he braced himself for rejection, but to his surprise, Yujin chuckled softly. “Well, that’s bold. I like it. Sure, I’ll go on a date with you.”

TJ’s eyes widened. “Wait?”

“Of course. Why not?” She winked. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Later that night, TJ found himself sitting across from Yujin at a cozy café. It wasn’t anything fancy, but the warm lighting and soft music set the perfect mood for a first date. His hands felt clammy as he tried to keep the conversation going, feeling her eyes on him the entire time.

“So… you like coffee?” he asked, immediately regretting how awkward it sounded.

Yujin smiled, sipping her drink. “I do. But you don’t have to be so nervous, TJ.”

He looked down at his cup, fiddling with the sleeve. “Sorry… I just didn’t expect this to happen. You saying yes, I mean.”

Yujin leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Well, I like surprises. And you surprised me. I think that’s a good start.”

Her words reassured him, and as the night went on, he slowly started to relax. As he did Yujin liked what she saw. She saw his humor and wit.

“So how did Ava find you?” Yujin asks TJ who responds flustered

“I went to college with her and Hiro.”

“Oh really what were they like?” Yujin asks

“Guarded and more anxious but they seem better now

“Okay, so last question. “Why me”

“Well you've always been a pillar of joy since your debut in Izone, and you've become so great that I'd be a fool not to try”. TJ says. Yujin smiles and says “Congratulations you earned a second date”

Cut to now

Oh “that's super cute I responded. Tj smiles as we finish breakfast.

“Well we better get rolling,” I say to TJ and Yujin they both smile and wave me off as Arin and I go to the set. She rode with her members I drove by myself. I arrived first to see Ava who was all smiles.

“As always you are early,” she says. I nod and she says. “Now go meet with today’s groups. It's QWER, Oh My Girl, Lightsum, dreamcatcher, and Cignature. I figured you’d pair well with these more eclectic and zany girls.” She said happily. I rolled my eyes.

I introduced myself to the numerous girl groups and they were very nice, polite, and in general pleasant to be around I hit it off with Nayoung and Chodan in terms of filming and I think it helped the filming shine. Granted I was trying to play it “cool” to make the girls feel confident and comfortable with me as their host since the next couple of weeks we’d be spending a lot of long filming days together. I think it was fine for the most part except for one girl in particular. As I took a break from filming and found a break room to rest in I noticed something.

The atmosphere in the room was more relaxed this time, but there was still a tension humming in the air. The kind you notice when everyone’s gotten a little too comfortable, but there’s something under the surface, waiting to bubble up. After last night’s game, I knew them a bit better—or at least, I thought I did.

Magenta grinned when I walked in, her eyes playful as always. “So, after sleeping on it, how does it feel to lose to me?” she teased.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Hey, that was a tactical retreat, not a loss. I’ll take you down next time.”

Chowon, who was sitting beside her, smiled at me warmly. “You did great for your first time playing with us. Though I did notice you holding back.”

I shrugged, trying to keep things light. “Yeah, well, I didn’t want to scare you all off with my ‘cedh’ skills.” I made air quotes, remembering Arin’s jab from the night before. The group laughed, but it was Arin’s silence that caught my attention.

She was sitting on the edge of the couch, quietly observing as the banter flew back and forth. Her gaze wasn’t on Magenta or Chowon—it was on me. And when our eyes met, it was like that unspoken connection from last night flared up again, stronger this time.

No words, just a lingering look. But it said so much more than a simple greeting could.

Magenta’s voice cut through the moment. “Oh please, you were too busy watching Arin to even play your best cards.”

I felt the heat rise to my face, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Arin blush, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “Unnie, stop teasing him,” she said, her voice calm but laced with amusement. “He was just getting used to our pace. We don’t all rush headfirst into a match, you know.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Magenta quipped, raising an eyebrow at both of us.

I laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. “I was just…feeling it out, you know? Trying to get a sense of how you all play.”

Chowon nodded, chiming in with her usual supportive tone. “You’ll fit right in once you get used to us.” She paused, her eyes flickering between me and Arin, something unspoken hanging in the air. “Especially with Arin keeping an eye on you.”

Arin’s smile was subtle, but there was that same pull between us, like last night—this quiet, simmering tension. We hadn’t talked much beyond the game, but I could feel her presence more than anyone else’s. It was like every move she made, every time she shifted in her seat or tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, my attention was drawn to her without me even realizing it.

At one point, as we all moved toward the small buffet table for food, Arin ended up beside me. She nudged me slightly with her elbow, her voice soft but teasing. “You did lose, though. Tactical retreat or not.”

I shot her a mock-offended look, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened being this close to her. “Only because I didn’t want to embarrass anyone.”

“Sure,” she said with a playful smirk. “But next time, don’t hold back. I want to see what you’re capable of.”

Her words were innocent enough, but there was something deeper in the way she said it. Something that made my heart race. The rest of the group was chatting, oblivious to the growing tension between us. But in that brief exchange, it felt like we were in our little bubble, where every word carried more weight than it should.

We loaded our plates with food, the space between us feeling smaller with each passing second. As we walked back to the table, Arin’s hand brushed mine, and I swear the spark that shot through me wasn’t just my imagination. I glanced at her, half-expecting her to pull away or laugh it off, but she didn’t. She just gave me a sidelong look, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

When we sat back down, the group fell into easy conversation, but I could barely focus. Every time Arin shifted or spoke, my attention snapped to her. It wasn’t obvious to anyone else—at least, I didn’t think it was—but the pull between us was undeniable.

Magenta must’ve noticed something, though, because, at one point, she leaned over and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “You know, Arin, I think you and he are starting to vibe. Just saying.”

Arin’s face flushed, and she shot Magenta a warning glance. “Unnie, please.”

But Magenta just laughed, winking at me. “What? I’m just calling it as I see it.”

The rest of the conversation continued, but that charged connection between Arin and me stayed. It wasn’t something we were ready to talk about yet, but it was there. And it wasn’t going anywhere.

After filming Magenta invited me to another game. As I was packing I also received an invitation from Jiheon. So I decided to see if I could mix the playgroups. The group had gathered again, ready for another round of Commander before heading to sleep. I entered the room, spotting Arin, Magenta, and Chowon setting up their decks. As I approached, Magenta gave me a sly smile while Chowon waved happily.

“Ready to lose again?” Magenta teased.

Before I could answer, I noticed someone new sitting next to Arin, sorting through a pile of cards. She had a relaxed, confident energy and looked up when I entered the room.

“Oh, you’re the new guy,” she said, standing up and extending her hand with a smile that was both charming and direct. “I’m Jeewon. I heard you threw the game last night. Bold move.”

I shook her hand, raising an eyebrow at her boldness. “I just didn’t want to play too hard on the first night.”

Jeewon grinned. “Smart. Gotta keep ‘em coming back for more, huh?”

She stepped closer, her eyes scanning me for a second before locking with mine. “I like that. I like you.”

Her words came out so casually as if she was talking about her favorite card in the deck. Arin, sitting a few feet away, tensed slightly, but kept her eyes on her cards, though I could feel the shift in her mood. It was subtle but there, like an unspoken pull between us.

I blinked, trying to process Jeewon’s forwardness. “Uh, thanks?”

Jeewon chuckled, amused at my reaction, and sat back down. “I’m upfront, just so you know. I don’t waste time. If I like someone, I say it.”

Magenta laughed, watching the whole exchange. “Jeewon’s always been like that. Gets right to the point.”

I stole a glance at Arin, who was quietly shuffling her deck, her fingers moving a little more deliberately than before. Her lips were pressed together, but she didn’t say anything. The air between us felt charged, like there was something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface, especially after last night’s kiss.

Jeewon’s eyes flicked between us as if noticing the silent tension. “So, what about you?” she asked me, leaning in with a curious grin. “You into anyone in the group yet?”

The question hung in the air, and I could feel both Jeewon’s intense gaze and Arin’s quiet presence beside me. The room seemed to shrink for a moment as I fumbled for an answer.

“I guess I’m still… figuring things out,” I said, trying to keep it vague.

Jeewon shrugged, her grin widening. “Fair enough. I’ll give you some time, but don’t take too long.” She winked, turning her attention back to the deck she was shuffling.

Magenta leaned over with a smirk. “Looks like you’re in for an interesting day.”

“Actually about that…Jiheon invited me to join her group so I figured we could all group up and play.

Jeewon smiles and says, “See I knew I liked this guy. A true bridge builder. You’re probably like Arin and play something like Temur or Bant.” Jeewon said I shook my head.

“Nope Sultai,” I responded and Jeewon’s eyes widened and she narrowed them.

“Ooh a bad boy… that just makes me want you more,”

Magenta and Chowon both save me by saying, “Nope he’s a good boy through and through,”

Jeewon smiles and grabs my arm.

“Well then lead the way.”

As we entered the room, Jiheon’s voice rang out in triumph. “And that’s game! Told you I was taking this one home.” She glanced over her cards before looking up, her eyes locking onto mine. A grin spread across her face as she stood up, brushing past the others at the table.

“There you are,” Jiheon said, making her way over to me. “You know, I couldn’t have done it without your help last time. That little trick you showed me was perfect.”

Before I could even respond, she wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my cheek. “Thanks for that,” she said with a wink, completely oblivious to the stunned silence that settled over the group behind me.

I caught a glimpse of Arin’s eyes widening, her face flushing, while Jeewon raised an amused eyebrow, clearly entertained by the sudden shift. Magenta exchanged a knowing glance with Chowon, trying to stifle a laugh as Jiheon lingered a little too long, still close to my side.

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, trying to gauge the reactions. “Uh… you’re welcome?”

Jiheon flashed another grin, completely unaware of the tension in the air. “Alright, who’s ready for the next game?”

Everyone nods and we shuffle groups. I am paired with Jiheon, Connor, and Yunjin. Before we begin though I ask if I can go to the restroom.

I take care of business and as I’m finishing up the door opens. I scream internally as I know I locked it but panic regardless.

In walks Jiheon. She stops for a moment as do I, while our brains try to process what is going on. Jiheon’s eyes wander down and she looks at my cock. She licks her lips then closes the door behind her and double locks it. She walks over to me and I’m still in the freeze response as she grabs my manhood. It’s warm in her hands she smiles and says, “Oh you’re so hard for me baby.”

She begins stroking me with leisured and languid strokes in between saying the filthiest words with her pretty mouth and smile.

“We don’t have a lot of time baby but I can see your balls are so full. I want all that cum on and inside me.”

Her dazzling smile made it hard to fight my attraction. She keeps stroking me and says, “Can I lick it?”

I moan and she smiles, “I’ll take that as a yes.” She says before licking my tip.. her pink tongue swirled around my bulbous head.

“It looks so angry. Are you neglecting yourself?” She asked. I nod helplessly before she takes me into her mouth fully. I moan again and she bobs on my cock. Getting her warm wet mouth all over my cock. Feeling bold she goes down the full shaft and lets me rest in her throat. She looks up at me and her big brown eyes drive me crazy and I have to resist the urge to grab her cheeks and fuck her face and let her do her thing.

She smiled and wrapped her tongue around my shaft. She slurped and gagged a few times before removing her mouth

“Okay, you’re ready.” She said before taking her shorts down. She slapped her ass and I watched it jiggle before lining up my rod and gliding into her soft wet snatch. She moaned.

“Oh, you’re so big inside,” Jiheon said enraptured. I started thrusting into her and she looked back at me smiling.

“Oh God! Baby this cock is so good.” Jiheon says as I thrust into her. She moaned and I slapped her ass. It jiggled just right and I smiled watching her tasty flesh fold and give way. Her wet pussy squelches around my cock as her slick pools under us. I feel my cock twitch with a familiar sensation.

Jiheon noticed and said, “Oh good are you close?”

“Mm hm,” I confirm. Jiheon smirks and says, “Just dump that big load inside of me.” I groan and she moans as I cum inside of her. I feel her tighten and her slick rushes all over my crotch.

After Jiheon smiles and says “Go outside first then I’ll be right behind a few minutes later. (She grabs my collar and pulls me in for a heated kiss leaving me hard again) we’ll continue this later.”

I smile at her as I pull up my pants and watch my cum drip down her thigh. I watch as she stares me down as I watch her pulls her shorts back up.

“Okay, you’ve gotten your show, now go.” She said and I did.

I walked and got to our table where Yunjin and Connor were waiting. They were bickering over whether or not Percy Jackson was a millennium or Gen Z. As always they were quite loud as well meaning that no one probably heard Jiheon and me go at it earlier. I got my deck set up and waited. As I did I put my head in my arms before taking a light nap. I wake up to Jiheon shaking me.

“Come on sleepy head.” She was saying as she shook me. I smiled and got everything set up for us. She leaned in close and laid her head on my shoulder. When she did that it felt natural, like I had always been in her place. Yunjin notices and yells

“Oh, are we doing two-headed giant?” I look at Jiheon and she bashfully smiles before nodding.

I looked for Arin and when I found her watching us I could see a competitive fire light in her eyes. I chuckled as we started the game.

Jiheon and I both have gemstone pre-game action in the form of gemstone caverns. The two red white players declared they were going first because they had to wait to use

“Oh, dear Connor says. This may be bad.” Jiheon and I both nod.

Jiheon, Arin, TJ, and I clean the house in all the games we play. Which leads to the rest of the players saying,

“Y’all play at the winners' table.”

We shuffle and cut and draw our starting hands. I looked around and I was going first. I draw for a turn and sigh.

“Before we begin does anyone have a way to stop me?” Everyone looks at me surprised then I ask does anyone have a mind break trap? Or any outbreeding counterspell?” The table shakes its head and I reveal my hand.

“Okay so here’s the combo:

1,) Play Mana crypt, Mox, vault, sol ring lotus then delve Zagoth triome and lotus to cast tasigur

2.) Neoform the tasigur to scholar of the lost troves then neoform that into hoarding brood lord

3.) Convoke hoarding brood lord and cast saw in half that was exiled off of brood lord

4.) Cast sacrifice and use the 8 mana to cast peer into the abyss with the second brood lord draw half my deck

5.) Okay so now divergent points

6 .) Play all my other fast mana and follow up with one of my win cons

7.) Cast demonic consultation thassas oracle

7.b.) cast nadu, lightning greeves, and spring heart Nantucket. This will bring me a nondeterministic loop in which I will physically draw the rest of my deck

7.c.) cast displacer kitten and Crabhomination then noxious revival losing two lives. This will start a semi-infinite cast loop that exiles everyone else’s deck and wins me the game.

8.)win the game.”

As I finished my explanation the other tables were all looking at me wild-eyed.

“Hold up you have a turn-one win in your deck?” Siyeon asked bluntly. I nod to Sakura and her complaints about how BS that is. I shrug and say,

“See this is why I throw games, because you all aren’t as competitive as me.”

“You don’t go to tournaments, though.” Dexter challenged.

I laugh and say, “Yet I still beat the breaks off you Mr. I’ve topped 8 tournaments and have an almost 45% conversion rate.” Dexter looks at me stunned and then twists the knife even further, “You beat the same people day in and day out I’m much more exhaustive in my choice of prey. I choose the biggest fattest strongest prey as they make the best meals. And I tear into their weak points and let those kill them rather than me. Then when the defiant spark has left their eyes I go in for the kill. Now please keep in mind this is all metaphorical. ” As I spoke I felt my voice take on a familiar edge which meant I was getting too frustrated. As I look into the eyes of everyone present I see various emotions: fear, excitement agreement, pity (that one infuriates me) disappointment but the main one I feel from all those around me is a collective terror. I begin to feed on that emotional energy floating in the room, but the feelings become muted. I decided to step out. I grab my stuff and take the elevator to my room on the fifth floor. When I exit I see the sponsor. She’s talking to Hunk the famed Umbrella Corps specialist. I crack my knuckles and ignore them as I walk around. I overhear them talking about plans and the lady turns to me.

“Oh, you're Avaline’s little mutt.” She teases. I roll my eyes as she says, “Roll your eyes all you want but when things go down you won’t be smiling or laughing anymore.” In the very pit of my being, I feel it. The desire to destroy to hunt to eradicate, and here she is presenting herself as the fattest juiciest of prey. I turn to her and speak slowly.

“Is that a threat?” I ask

I watch the lady’s mood shift from happy to fearful. Her “ally” also cowers a bit.

“Because I don’t take well to threats.” I could feel my desire for violence surging madly within me terrible visions surged within me as I looked at the both of them. Then they ruined it by backtracking

“No, we aren’t planning anything,” Hunk said.

I could hear his elevated heart rate give him away as a liar. I sighed and said

“Listen cowards whatever convoluted and half-baked scheme you’re coming up with leave me alone as well as my friends or you will both personally find out I’m less of a dog and more of a kaiju.” The lady smiled and her calming heart rate told me she thought she had some leverage

“Well, Mr Ballas. I will tell you that you can’t save everyone so maybe I just may be so inclined as to…”

Knowing where this stupid conversation was going I responded. I stood my full size and then hunched in closer to show them how small they were in comparison “If anyone I care about is hurt here because of your stupid plans, I will make sure He will be a vacation from what I will put you through because you’re right I can’t keep them all safe but you know what I can do that I’m way better at. Revenge. (I switch my tone from menace to calm and happy) now have a nice night and remember to leave my friends alone.”

The terror in the air tasted delicious as they took the elevator down. As they left the emotional high I had crashed and I felt drained. So I opened the door to my room and crashed into the bed.

The door creaks open a little later after I recovered a bit. The dark room I had left myself in was pierced by patches of light. I turned over to see what was facing me. It was Jiheon. She smiled mischievously as she closed the door. “You ready babe?” I could taste her hunger and her lust as she entered. The air permeated everything as I watched her inch closer and closer.

As she did a new piece of clothing would fly off in the dark room until she reached me. She leaned down and all I could see were her soft brown eyes. She smiled before her hands dipped down into my pants. She began to stroke me again. To get me to explode in her hands she began messaging my balls

“Oh fuck honey” I screamed Jiheon smiled,

“Yeah let everyone know how good I'm making you feel.” let everyone hear you scream my name as I make you cum.” her smile was evil as she began to pick up the pace before I couldn't take it anymore I bucked into her hips and my cum flew out to her face hands arms and chest. She smiled and stared t my hard cock still raging

“You animal. I love it Jiheon cooed before straddling me and then lowering herself on top of me. She smiled and said,

“I could get addicted to this; the size and gerth are just right for my tight pussy.” I moan she bounces on my cock.

“Fuck, honey. You're so wet.” I groan out as I slip and slide in and out of her almost soul-snatching pussy.

Jiheon smiles and says, “I know, now cum.” her words put me into a deep trance as I release another load into her as I keep thrusting into her. I can feel her tighten as well and she starts to orgasm making a mess on top of me. With a smug grin she smirked and said “I'll see you later baby,” and with that, she was gone as fast as she came. I lay in my bed confused and still hard. Unsure what to do I just go to sleep and hope tomorrow is less weird.

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader #fromis 9 smut #jiheon smut #baek jiheon

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facts-i-just-made-up · 10 months

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Anniversary Gifts: Gothic Edition

Ever since Aleister Crowley wrote the definitive list of wedding anniversary gifts in 1899, the tradition has carried on with presents of Paper for the first anniversary, Gold for the 50th, Diamond for the 60th, and many fun ventures in between.

But what can the discerning goth give a loved one or polycule for their anniversary while avoiding the common Victorian tradition?

Here is the official list by the most famous goth of all, Orval Madden:

1- Spider-Themed Jewelry 2- Black Leather Or PVC 3- One (1) Vincent Price Movie On VHS 4- Barnes & Noble’s Leatherbound “Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe” 5- Cloth Cut From A Condemned Clergyman, Or A Nice Hourglass With A Little Silver Skull On It 10- Darkness, Sadness, And Pain (Written In Calligraphy On Framed Parchment) 20- Bloodborne for PS4, Or One (1) Tear From Your Cheek In A Glass Vial 30- Complete Skeleton Of A Small Animal, Or One (1) Human Bone 40- All Siouxsie “MixTape” On A Wax Phonograph Cylinder 50- Live Bats 60- Your First Childhood Toy, Damaged By Time And Neglect, Which Once Unveiled Reminds You Of The Last Time You Felt Hope And Grew Painfully Beyond it, Declaring That You Would No Longer Feel, Only Days Later Meeting Your True Love, Tragically Forever Unable To Embrace Them With Anything More Than A Sad Memory Of What You Once Believed Love Could Be. 66- Bela Lugosi’s Corpse

#goth #goths #gothic #gift ideas #hot topic #unreality

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Spotless: Pizzicato

Chapter Nineteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela, Dean/Cas (unrequited)

Other characters: Miriam Talbot (OFC Bela's mother)

Word Count: 2567

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, putting out other people's fires, and old baggage, unbeta'd

A/N: Castiel and Trouble's friendship is something I didn't realize she had been missing until he was in front of her. There are a couple of big truth bombs in this chapter and I hope I handled them respectfully. This is an AU and it is not indicative of this author's feelings on canon or any other fandom shipping practices.

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Posting on Dean’s instagram account was par for the course as the band’s publicist. You bothered to know what a hashtag was, for one. For another it also allowed you to check traffic on posts and actively moderate things to help the comment section look best for Dean’s image. Afterall, Dean trusted you, you weren’t going to leak anything or make him look like an idiot.

You were a goddamn professional and this wasn’t the hardest thing you’d done in the last year, but Jesus fuck were you pissed.

Dean hated tattoos. Really, he hated needles. He was black out drunk when he and Sam got their matching flaming pentagrams. He actually had a panic attack the next morning after realizing he let someone “sew ink” into his skin. By sheer force of will and through the bond of shared grief, you got him to go with you for Jo’s memorial tattoo on the tenth anniversary of her death. It was in your all-time top five ultimate Dean-Y/N memories.

And now it meant jack shit.

You edited and cropped the photos, sent two back to Bela to post on her account and then posted the lion’s share onto Dean’s, making him look like the diligent boyfriend while Bela was busy in the chair. You thanked Billie for taking care of “his girl” and made sure the shop was the location and tagged. You wanted to punch something, it looked so good. Then you sat back and let the interwebs do its job.

Okay, in actuality, you emailed about twenty different people, had a conference call with the tour management marketing team, scheduled radio station drop ins and followed up with Meg on the expected release of Dean’s photoshoot and interview. These days it may just end up online, but you hoped she was able to score him real physical print space.

It was just as you were winding down for the night, when your phone rang. It was past any reasonable business hours and you were already done with your skin care routine, but then you saw the caller id.

“Miriam! Hi!” You tried to sound pleasantly surprised.

“Don’t Miriam me, young lady. What is going on out there? Is it drugs? I thought we missed this stage when she quit acting for college. You’d tell me if this hoodlum was pressuring her into risky behavior wouldn’t you?”

Which was a lot to unpack right off the bat like that, luckily you had experience dealing with Bela’s mother.

“It’s just a tattoo. She’s not on drugs, I promise.”

“And what about this Dean? I knew they were seeing each other, but this seemed a bit more intimate— not exactly in the public eye.”

Oh, she was good.

“He’s not on drugs either. And—- he actually isn’t thrilled with tattoos. This might be all Bela, if I’m being honest.”

“Have you seen the things they’re saying? The things they’re calling her, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes and heaved yourself out of bed, you needed your laptop if you were going to continue this conversation rationally.

“Let me look into it— what site were you on?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. Olivette, one of the boardmember’s wives, told me she read about it online during dinner.”

You inhaled deeply and started your usual rotation of sites, you’d have to add some new tags to follow Bela’s buzz more closely going forward.

“And you’re sure this wasn’t just bad blood from Olivia? I’m not finding much besides general surprise.”

“It’s Olivette. And yes, I’m certain. She wouldn’t make me worry without a reason.”

And then you realized what you were missing, it wasn’t just People or TMZ you had to worry about. You went to Hello!’s twitter and you found what had Miriam Talbot’s friend in a huff.

You started scanning the comments, gathering the most common complaints and judging their amount of influence via cursory glances. You did not know a lot of the news personalities or celebrity bloggers in the UK. You were going to have to meet with Bela and figure out a better approach going forward.

“Okay, Miriam, it’s almost eleven here. I know you probably called me as soon as you woke up, but consider me on the case. Alright? Bela’s fine and this is just a minor hiccup.”

“If you’re sure, Y/N, dear.”

You sighed. “Of course. I would warn you if there was anything to worry about. But please just let this run its course. You know how the tabloids are.”

“Unfortunately I do, that’s why I called. Please keep me updated if anything else comes up?”

“Will do. You have a good ni-day!”

“Goodnight dear— and thank you.”

You smiled at your lap. “Anytime.”

You let her hang up. Then you promptly pulled up your contacts list and warned Bela that her mother was sniffing about online and to call her at a decent hour. And finally, you spent the next four hours (or so) online until you had swam to the bottom of the cesspool and decided it wasn’t worth your time. At least not right then, not so exhausted.

Three days passed since the snobby UK gossip rags’ judgment rained down and, as expected, it had already just about fizzled out. You sat in a cafe with a quad shot flat white, waiting for your lunch date to arrive. Not truly a date, though it wasn’t a meeting either.

It was a diplomatic mission.

Then you spotted him and your stomach swooped, feeling the loss of his presence in your life all over again.

“Hey, Cas.” You stood and held your arms open for a hug, which he accepted with a timid smile.

“It’s good to see you, Trouble,” his gravelly voice murmured in your ear. He still smelled the same.

You pulled back and looked him in the eye, searching for anything but the sincere blue reality in front of you. He held no grudges, not with you, without even discussing it you knew he was still your friend.

You then punched him squarely in the shoulder. “That’s for ghosting us all for the last nine months, assbutt!”

He grunted, and rolled his eyes. “I can accept that.”

“Good. Because I missed you. We all miss you.”

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“So— heard you have a kid, huh. That’s —- weird.”

Castiel exhaled and shook his head. “Who told you?”

“What? Nobody. I have eyes. And spend enough time online to draw some conclusions.”

“Kelly told you.”

“She didn’t have to. She’s amazing by the way— are you a thing now, now that you know he exists?”

Castiel looked affronted. “Me and Kelly? Oh, no. That was a teenage mistake. We were young. And we’ve both matured into vastly different people. But I respect her and I think— I hope I’ve earned her trust.”

“Tell me about him—- he’s what? Twenty-twenty one?”

“He’s twenty three and very talented. Kind, impossibly optimistic even.”

“Yikes, tough combo out here.”

“Tell me about it.”

You shared a look and he smiled at you like he knew what you were thinking about. Like you were reliving the same joke.

You blinked away the sting in your eyes.

“Go get your dark roast and get back over here, we’ve got things to discuss.”

His eyes softened, but Cas didn’t argue with you.

You sipped your drink and tried not to let all of the questions that had been building for months run away from you. He was back both too quickly and too slowly. You cleared your throat, the awkwardness you had been fighting back rushed to the surface.

“So— I presume there is more to you calling to get lunch. Not just asking about Jack and goading me about my latest tattoo?” Cas wasn’t one for small talk.

You nodded and swallowed around another perfect mouthful of milk and espresso.

Castiel’s face went through a journey when you didn’t quickly reply. “He doesn’t want to see me—- he made that quite clear.”

“And what about since everything?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know Dean’s called you. He might not have been big enough to actually apologize in a voicemail, but I know he wants to fix things— he misses you as his friend, too.”

“Then he should be able to suck up his pride and make the effort,” Cas snipped, the first sign of the lingering anger from his and Dean’s fight.

“I haven’t exactly seen much of your effort. Do you not want to fix things?--- And I’m not talking about coming back to the band— that ship has sailed. I’m talking about twenty years of friendships you just walked out on.”

Cas stared at his coffee, his eyebrow ring arched with his bitchy expression. He hated being corrected, you knew that. But this had gone on long enough.

“I’ve spoken with everyone but Dean,” Cas explained. “It’s not perfect, but it’s progress.”

“You never spoke to me,” you spat.

Cas’ eyes softened again. “I always knew where your loyalties lie, you took your time, too.”

“Wait— even SAM?!”

“Sam and I haven’t lost contact this whole time.”

You sucked in air. “Oh, he is so dead.”

“Y/N. It wasn’t like we were plotting or anything. He was worried about me, I was worried about Dean.”

“Yeah, but if Dean knew—”

“Ask Sam, but I don’t think he could hide anything from Dean if he wanted to.”

You knew he was right. Ever since Sam got sober, transparency had been something Sam put into his closest relationships anyway. Beside Dean being ruthless and stubborn, well, you supposed Cas was right.

“Why do I feel like this band just doesn’t want me to be able to do my job?”

“Your position as group therapist is fairly tenuous. Especially with Pamela involved.”

“I meant my real job. If I had known you were on decent terms with, well, everyone but Dean, it would have made things a lot easier, young man.” You couldn’t help but smile now. Sure you were hurt, but the eggshells you had been stepping over for so long really only took up a single corner of the floor.

It was freeing.

“I never meant to cause you any distress.”

“That doesn’t make it go away, Cas.”

He bowed his head, but popped back up to meet your gaze. “I know. I apologize. I didn’t want you to think that I was done— with any of you.”

You pinched your eyes closed quickly and then reached over the table to squeeze his forearm. “Okay. So— you’ll come to Dean’s birthday party, then?”

Cas patted your hand with his left and sat back, breaking the contact and sat with the invitation for a heavy moment.

“What makes you think he’d want me there?”

You glared at him, all tattooed and handsome and absolutely clueless about how much his absence has affected Dean. Sure, Dean got to keep the band, but it wasn’t the same without Cas. Cas has had to start over entirely, become a dad and rebuild his career all without any of the support Dean has had around him through his own troubles.

“Look— I know you’re Mister Independent and I don’t want to set back any of the progress you’ve made without him needing you around. But he still looks for you whenever we all go out. And hanging out with Kevin, made it abundantly clear to him that you were available— you just weren’t interested.”

“Why do you always make it sound like we were an item?”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, we all know Dean has attachment issues. I’m not saying anything was kinky between you guys— that’s not my business. But, as friends, you guys deserve to at least get some answers— closure or forgiveness can come later, if you get there.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to get me off your case?”

“Yes, really.”

You smirked and Cas’ smiled with his eyes, fidgeting his lip ring with his tongue.

Cas cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee before changing gears. “So, your friend Bela and, uh, Dean?”

You groaned and hid your eyes in your hand. When you looked up he was laughing at you.

“What?!”

“Stop— we both know what it’s all about.”

“Kevin seems to think Dean’s whipped.” Mischief continued to dance in Cas’ eyes.

“Well, it’s about time.”

“I told him, the only one who has had Dean whipped in over a decade is you.”

You choked on your spit, sputtering at Cas’ bluntness.

“They don’t know it’s for show do they?”

You inhaled deeply. “Sam knows. Dean and Bela have their own private agreement about it all. But, uh, yeah, you pretty much guessed right.”

Cas watched you thoughtfully, futzing with his lip ring with his top teeth now.

“How are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine, why?”

Cas nudged your ankle under the table with his combat boot.

“As someone who was definitely in love with him for most of my life— I know the symptoms.”

You sighed and shivered at being seen and having your long held suspicions confirmed. You rubbed your upper arm, trying to fight the goosebumps. “I’m fine. Nothing has changed. He’s just been working on himself and that is— distracting.”

Cas hummed, head cocking to the side as if looking at you with a different angle would give him more insight.

“I mean it. He’s in therapy and everything. Sam and him are working out. He’s been insanely focused on the latest album—”

“He’s doing penance.”

“Maybe. But he wants to be better. It’s not just guilt. I don’t know how to explain it. But, you’ll see what I mean.”

Cas eyebrow popped up again.

“You will,” you insisted.

“You always were able to read me weren’t you?”

You chuckled at the back of your mouth, short and knowing. “Guess it comes with being stuck with each other for so long.”

“Shared trauma response,” Cas teased.

“Or that.”

You finished the last of your drink and looked around the cafe.

“So, where we going to eat? I think we’ve had enough heavy— sushi?”

“You buying?”

“Phantom Traveler is covering this as a business lunch.”

Cas stood and pushed in his chair. “Okay, well then, bring on the seafood.”

You stood and let Cas walk you outside, his hand on the small of your back until he could offer you his elbow on the sidewalk. You smiled up at him and pulled him tight to your side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Cas.”

“Well, we’ll see if everyone agrees with you, won’t we?”

The afternoon passed quickly, catching up and sharing memories that were now tinted with the grief of the last lost year. Things made more sense the longer you thought about how the band had been acting, especially way back at the Animal Shelter where Cas’ niece had been more than willing to put in her two cents. You texted Sam while you waited for your meals, warning him where you were and what you knew.

‘Have fun.’

His only response. Asshole.

But everything kept from you, kept from Dean, wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t. Now you at least could control the narrative a bit more by being in on it all. Or most of it at least.

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Chapter Twenty: Arpeggio

#spotless series #rockstar au #slow burn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean angst #dean/reader #dean/bela #friends to lovers #it's no longer a love triangle or maybe it was bela who made it a square

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Shattered Past

Cassandra Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader

TW: SA, PTSD, Flashbacks, Sensory Overload, Derealization, Panic Attack, Anxiety

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The grandeur of the opera hall echoed with the distant bickering of the Dimitrescu sisters, their voices bouncing off the ornate walls. Y/N moved gracefully, methodically dusting the elaborate furniture, her timid demeanor concealing the turmoil within her. Lady Dimitrescu, towering and regal, presided over the conversation, her daughters engaged in a heated exchange.

As tension escalated, Bela's and Daniela's argument reached a fever pitch. The air grew thick with hostility, and Y/N, with her heart pounding, struggled to maintain composure. The anniversary of her assault loomed like a dark cloud, intensifying her anxiety.

A sudden clash of raised voices and shattering supplies punctuated the air. Y/N, overwhelmed by the escalating discord, dropped her cleaning supplies, the metallic clang echoing through the hall. The startled gazes of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters turned toward the fleeing maid.

Cassandra, the perceptive one among them, couldn't ignore the subtle shifts in Y/N's behavior over the past few days. Lady Dimitrescu, concerned yet authoritative, turned to her daughters for an explanation. Bela and Daniela merely shrugged, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within their unassuming maid.

Cassandra, however, wasted no time. "Mother, something is amiss with the maid," she observed, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and concern. "I've noticed it for days."

Lady Dimitrescu, her stern expression softening slightly, regarded her observant daughter. "Then go, Cassandra. Find out what troubles her."

Cassandra nodded, her steps swift and purposeful as she left the opera hall in pursuit of Y/N. The dimly lit corridors seemed to close in on the anxious maid, her footsteps echoing her racing heartbeat.

"Cassandra," Y/N stammered, surprised to see the tall Dimitrescu daughter approaching. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Cassandra, her gaze softening, reassured her, "No need to apologize, Y/N. What's bothering you?"

Y/N hesitated, but the genuine concern in Cassandra's eyes encouraged her to speak. "It's just... the arguments, the tension. I... I can't handle it right now. I need to be alone."

Cassandra nodded understandingly, her empathetic nature shining through. "I see. If you ever feel the need to talk, I'm here. Don't hesitate."

With those words, Cassandra left Y/N to her solitude, returning to the opera hall to provide a vague explanation to her mother and sisters. Lady Dimitrescu, though authoritative, recognized the importance of compassion. As the opera hall resumed its air of regality, Y/N found solace in the silence, appreciating the unexpected understanding of Cassandra.

The following day, the absence of Y/N was palpable in the expansive castle. Cassandra, growing increasingly concerned, approached her mother's study, where Lady Dimitrescu sat engrossed in her affairs.

"Mother, have you seen Y/N?" Cassandra inquired, her usually composed demeanor betraying a hint of worry.

Lady Dimitrescu glanced up from her documents, her expression unreadable. "No, I haven't. Is there a reason for your concern, Cassandra?"

Cassandra hesitated, the worry etched on her face. "She's been avoiding everyone, Mother. I'm worried something might be wrong."

The tall matriarch sighed, setting aside her papers. "Very well, Cassandra. Find her and see if she requires assistance. But be discreet; we don't need unnecessary gossip."

Cassandra nodded, determined to uncover the mystery behind Y/N's sudden disappearance. Her search led her through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle, inquiring of other maids who shook their heads, echoing the same ignorance Lady Dimitrescu displayed.

Finally, Cassandra spotted Y/N in a secluded corner, her shoulders hunched, a visible aura of distress enveloping her. Cassandra approached cautiously, her concern evident. "Y/N, there you are. I've been looking for you. Is everything alright?"

Y/N, avoiding eye contact, mumbled, "I'm fine, Cassandra. Just leave me be."

Cassandra frowned, her worry turning into frustration. "You've been avoiding everyone, and now you won't even tell me what's wrong. Is it something I've done?"

Y/N clenched her fists, anxiety tightening its grip on her. "It's not you, Cassandra. Just drop it, please."

Cassandra, unable to contain her concern, raised her voice. "I can't drop it, Y/N! I want to help, but I can't do that if you won't tell me what's going on."

Y/N, now visibly distressed, took a step back. "Please, just stop."

Cassandra, frustrated and desperate to break through the walls Y/N had erected, continued, "No, I won't stop until you talk to me. You can trust me."

The intensity in Cassandra's voice triggered something within Y/N. Overwhelmed by memories of the assault and Cassandra's raised voice, panic seized her. Gasping for breath, she clutched her chest, sinking to the floor in the throes of a panic attack.

Cassandra, realizing the gravity of the situation, immediately softened her tone. "Y/N, I'm sorry. Please, breathe. I didn't mean to scare you."

But the damage was done, and Y/N, caught in the grip of her anxiety, found solace only in the echoes of her racing heartbeat.

Cassandra's eyes widened with concern as she witnessed Y/N succumbing to the grip of the panic attack. Y/N trembled on the floor, gasping for air between sobs. Cassandra knelt down beside her, her hand extending tentatively to touch Y/N's shoulder.

"Shh, my dearest," Cassandra whispered gently, her voice a soothing melody amid the chaos. "Breathe with me, love. In, out, slowly."

Y/N, lost in the tumult of her own mind, struggled to synchronize her breaths with Cassandra's calming rhythm. "It... it feels like I'm not here. Like nothing is real," she stammered, her words barely audible through the haze of panic.

Cassandra, realizing the severity of Y/N's dissociation, gently cupped her face, attempting to redirect her attention. "Look at me, Y/N. Focus on my eyes."

But Y/N's gaze remained distant, unable to connect with the present moment. Determined, Cassandra delicately guided Y/N's face, her fingers brushing against soft skin, until their eyes met. Cassandra's yellow gaze, usually a symbol of her vampiric nature, softened with genuine concern.

"Can you see me now, love?" Cassandra murmured, her voice a comforting whisper.

Y/N, still struggling to ground herself, nodded weakly. "It's so... dizzy, like I'm floating away."

Cassandra, understanding the disorienting nature of panic attacks, maintained her gentle touch. "You're safe, Y/N. You're with me. Focus on my voice, on my eyes. We're here together."

Y/N's panicked breaths began to slow, but the fear lingered in her eyes. "I feel like I'm dying."

Cassandra tightened her grip on Y/N's hand, offering reassurance. "You're not, my love. You're not alone. I'm here with you, and I won't let anything harm you."

As the minutes passed, Y/N's breathing steadied, the panic gradually subsiding. Cassandra remained by her side, providing unwavering support. "You're so strong, my darling," Cassandra whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "I'm here for you, always."

In that vulnerable moment, Y/N found solace in Cassandra's presence, the genuine care in her eyes offering a lifeline amid the storm of anxiety.

Cassandra continued to cradle Y/N in her arms, the aftermath of the panic attack leaving Y/N physically drained. The dimly lit corridor echoed with the soft sound of Cassandra's footsteps as she gently guided Y/N towards her room.

"Love, can I help you stand?" Cassandra asked, her tone filled with genuine concern.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding, allowing Cassandra to assist her to her feet. The dizziness overwhelmed Y/N, causing her to stumble into Cassandra. Quick to react, Cassandra effortlessly lifted her, carrying her with surprising ease.

As they made their way through the castle's intricate corridors, Y/N slowly began to relax. The soothing scent of Cassandra's perfume became a comforting anchor, grounding her in the present moment. Cassandra carefully laid Y/N on her bed, tucking her in with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

"I'll be right back, little one," Cassandra assured, her voice a gentle caress. "Just need to change into something more comfortable."

Y/N, feeling vulnerable yet safe, pleaded with Cassandra not to leave. "Please, don't go. I'm scared the nightmares will return."

Cassandra nodded understandingly. "I'll be back in a moment, my darling. I promise."

True to her word, Cassandra returned shortly, clad in more casual attire. She climbed into bed beside Y/N, her arms open in invitation. Y/N hesitated, uncertainty clouding her eyes.

"It's your choice, love," Cassandra reassured, sensing Y/N's hesitation. "I won't force you into anything you're not comfortable with."

Encouraged by Cassandra's understanding, Y/N shifted closer, finding solace in the warmth of Cassandra's embrace. Cassandra wrapped her arms around Y/N, their closeness bringing a sense of security.

"Are you okay with this, my love?" Cassandra whispered, her words a gentle inquiry.

Y/N nodded, resting her head in the crook of Cassandra's neck, one arm draped around her waist. The tension slowly melted away as Cassandra held her, the rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths creating a comforting cadence.

Cassandra, stroking Y/N's hair with a soothing touch, asked softly, "Do you want to talk about it, darling?"

Y/N swallowed, her voice filled with apologies. "I should be able to, but I'm just not ready."

Cassandra kissed the top of Y/N's head, offering reassurance. "You don't need to apologize, love. I'll be here whenever you're ready, every step of the way."

Y/N stood before Cassandra's door, the weight of her past heavy on her shoulders. A soft knock preceded Cassandra opening the door, concern etched across her face.

"Come in, love," Cassandra invited, gesturing for Y/N to enter.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped inside, the room cloaked in a calming ambiance. Cassandra closed the door behind them, her eyes fixed on Y/N as she gauged the gravity of the conversation that was about to unfold.

Cassandra spoke gently, "Are you sure about this, darling? You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready."

Y/N nodded, determination flickering in her eyes. "I need to, Cassandra. I trust you, and I want to let go of this weight."

Cassandra offered a reassuring smile, "Alright, my love. Take your time, and remember, you can stop anytime if it becomes too much."

Seated on the edge of the bed, Y/N began to share the painful chapters of her past. The vulnerability in her voice resonated through the room as she recounted the assault and the subsequent betrayal by her own parents.

"They didn't believe me," Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "They forced me to leave, and that's how I ended up here."

Cassandra's eyes softened with empathy, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze Y/N's. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, my love. It's not easy."

Y/N shrugged, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips. "It wasn't even that bad. I should be over it by now."

Cassandra shook her head, her voice firm yet compassionate. "There's no timeline for healing, Y/N. Trauma doesn't have an expiration date. What you went through was undoubtedly painful, and it's okay to acknowledge that."

Y/N looked down, her hands fidgeting nervously. "I just... I've lost trust in people."

Cassandra tilted Y/N's chin up, meeting her gaze. "Trust is earned, not given. And it's perfectly okay to take your time. You've been through something that fundamentally shook your sense of safety. Healing takes time, and I'm here to support you every step of the way."

Y/N felt a mixture of emotions—vulnerability, gratitude, and a glimmer of hope. Cassandra's understanding and unwavering support became a beacon of light in the shadows of her past.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil cassandra #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Hiii :) could you please write how the Dimi daughters, Jill, and Ada would go about proposing to a fem!reader?

Headcanons about how Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Jill Valentine, and Ada Wong would propose to their s/o.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Bela Dimitrescu

It is extremely important to Bela that the moment is perfect. She plans the whole thing out oh so meticulously.

...And then she has to replan it all again because when it comes time to pop the question, her anxiety gets the better of her and she doesn't end up doing it.

She sets up a lovely date. Something you've mentioned wanting to do with her before, but haven't yet.

She's holding one of your hands in hers when she gets down on one knee, and she presses a kiss against your knuckles.

She has a sappy speech prepared to hammer it home just how smitten she is with you. Then, she pulls the ring out and asks you to marry her.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra proposes to you with a ring she made herself.

She doesn't know when or how exactly she wants to propose to you, she just knows that she wants to be able to call you her wife.

She carries the ring around with her until it feels like the right moment to take it out.

One evening, when you are both relaxing by one of the castle's many fireplaces, Cassandra tells you that she's been meaning to ask you something. Her voice carries the same level of casualness that it might if she were talking about the weather. Or murder.

But as she presents the ring to you, she slips into that near-awkward gruffness she'd sometimes have when she first started showing genuine interest in you.

The words she prefaces the big question with are short and simple, but meaningful.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela just barely manages to wait until your guys' anniversary to do it.

In the days leading up to the moment, she's acting more than a bit suspicious.

She also goes and tells her sisters and mother because she simply cannot keep her plan to herself. They are also being strange toward you. You have no idea what to make of any of this.

Daniela is all about big romantic gestures, so there are people around, live music going, she got you flowers, the works.

She rambles on and on about how much she loves you until she literally runs out of breath. Then, she asks you to marry you.

Jill Valentine

One morning, Jill decides to ask you some subtle questions about jewelry in an attempt to scope out ring info.

About a week passes and the both of you are about to enjoy the usual date night activities together: watching a movie while cuddling up on the couch together.

Jill is leaving the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn as you're looking through some of the flicks she rented. There's a marriage rom-com that you wouldn't think she'd ever pick out, and you comment on it.

What can she say? She's had marriage on the brain lately. More specifically, marrying you. Wanna get married?

After you (hopefully) say yes, you ask if she actually wanted to watch that movie. The answer is no.

Ada Wong

If you manage to get Ms. Ada Wong to propose to you, then you must truly be someone incredibly special to her.

She takes you out on a fancy dinner date, which certainly isn't atypical for her to do.

Something does certainly strike you as feeling different or off, but you can't quite place your finger on what. Not in a way that's worrying, either.

She takes you on a scenic little walk afterward, and stops you at a spot with a particularly lovely view to get down on one knee and says your name.

There's a simple I love you alongside the question.

#resident evil x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #jill valentine x reader #ada wong x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #jill valentine #ada wong #resident evil 6 #resident evil 3 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #dimitrescu daughters #re 3 #re 6 #re 8 village

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freyanistics · 2 years

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Natasha had been with Alcina for ten whole years, the prior month celebrating their anniversary.

She thought everything was going well.

She felt like she was always on cloud nine when she was with the countess.

That all ended when she walked in on the countess in bed with another woman; one of the maids. Soon Natasha felt her world crash down as her heart was torn into two.

She spent the remainder of the day locked in one of the guest rooms sobbing as Alcina pounded on the door begging to be let in.

“Darling please! It wasn’t supposed to go that far!” She shouted from the other side.

“Liar! You dirty fucking liar!” Natasha snaps tears flowing down her face as she shook with the mix of rage and sadness. Ten years. Ten years of taking care of the castle, cooking for the countess and their daughters. Ten years of pleasuring the countess in ways not many knew how to. Ten years of being madly in love with her. All wasted. She trusted her. She loved her. They said vows together at the altar to be loyal to one another,

How could she do this?

The next weeks go by with tension in the air. Maids having to walk on eggshells around the matriarch in fear of angering her. Even their daughters felt the shift, opting to stay closer to Natasha.

“How could mother do such a thing?” Daniela asked laying on the bed.

“She really fucked up now.” Cassandra huffs as she sat near the window staring out the window.

“What are you going to do, mama?” Bela asked softly looking at the shorter woman, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“I’m not sure dear.” Natasha starts, her eyes downcast and puffy from crying. A soft whine was heard as the family dog, Butch pads over placing his large head on her lap, looking up at her with big puppy eyes. A soft smile appears as she pets the dog lovingly.

“We can kill the harlot who dare to make mother astray.” Daniela offers giddily, a sadistic grin on her face.

“That’s not necessary, Dani. Besides even if she did come onto Alcina, she still has a part of this. She knew she was married and yet still decided to use the head between her legs than the one in her skull. It would be unfair to put all the blame on her.” Natasha says glumly.

“She has a point.” Cassandra says looking at the others, an upset look on her face.

Soon a knock on the door comes before a maid enters, bowing her head to the ladies.

“The mistress has asked for you all to join her for dinner.” She spoke softly, a slight tremble in her voice.

“We’re not hungry.” Bela says crisply as the others nod in agreement.

“The lady has made strict instructions that you come. She said you missed too many already.” The maid says wringing her hands.

“I don’t care, mother can do punish me for all I care, I’m not going.” Cassandra growls out.

“Girls, perhaps you should go. I don’t want Alcina to do anything brash on you. It’s okay.” Natasha says reaching out to squeeze Cass’s hand in reassurance.

The girls look like they wanted to protest but after a silent plea from the darkskin woman they solemnly agreed. With a tight hug they swarm off to the dining hall leaving Natasha alone. Sighing she slumps down on the bed as it creak under her weight. “What am I going to do Butch?” She asked the dog. Her eyes look around the room before landing on a suitcase.

An idea slowly form…

(Might make a part 2 to this. Just wanted to see if I can write again)

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #natasha dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc

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uselessaussie · 1 year

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Ηeyoo i see you are taking requests and id like to ask if you could write some RE8 family fluff/domestic things: etc Karl trying to teach Salvatore how to use a motor boat, Donna putting up a puppet show for Alcinas Daughters or Mother Miranda being less of a bītch to her “children”

Thank you a lot

Wooo, RE8 family fluff/domestic things! And no worries, mate :3 thank you for your request !! (Help I'm sorry but I found MM being less of a bitch to her "children" part, a bit funny cause it caught me off guard and so real)

Anywho, onto the fluff!!!

- During the warmer months and when Moreau or Donna get some new movies, the other lords get invited and the dimi sisters. And they have movie night under the stars or in Donna's basement. Surprisingly, Karl and Alcina try their best not to argue during this time

- Karl and Donna hang out. Sometimes, they share ideas regarding their crafts

- Daniela and Donna talk shop (plants and all the nature care stuff :3)

- Cassandra and Alcina, they have tea/wine and they just paint or sketch. each other's company and silence is sometimes enough for the both of them or they chat about science (Bela joins to when she can but science isn't her main interest) - Cassandra and Moreau sit on the dock, watching the fish in the water or the sunrise together - Karl, Sal, and the duke fish together on every other Saturday - Karl and the girls help pitch in (mainly Karl cause he makes the most trips to Sal's territory) fixing up the fish man's home, the best they can or make sure his stuff is covered with protective material, so that way it lasts longer than a day or two - none of them like celebrating their rebirths, so when their actual birthdates roll around, they put their duties aside and just spend time together or just by themselves (the sisters included, and they only know their actual birthdays because Alcina told them) now for what dear mate asked for. MM being less of a bitch >:3

Miranda gifting the occasional wheel of cheese and a blanket to Sal and listening to him ramble about his movies

Miranda asking Karl about his Soldats and how his Lycans are doings. and if he still creates little metal figures

Miranda letting the Dimi trio carry her around in crow form and do crow things

Miranda and Alcina drinking wine together (sometimes just wine tasting) and listening to music while reminiscing about their pasts, they enjoyed and miss

Miranda and Donna gardening together or like taking care of the gravestones on Beneviento's property

or perhaps the one, Miranda has for her daughter

on the anniversary of Eva's death, sometimes Miranda asks Donna to give her an illusion that her daughter is still alive and that all she has done is an awful nightmare shes having

#re8 village #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #aussiewrites #we dont see enough somewhat wholesome moments with the characters in fics #the duke #if yall want more headcanons or in depth ones about everyone being an actual “family”#pls let me know #and ill be happy to provide :D #donna beneviento #angie beneviento

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sweettee18 · 1 year

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Dracula (Bela Lugosi) Imagines #1

Dracula x Reader

Dracula and Genevieve have now been dating for almost a year. And now the time has come for the count to ask her the big question. But, before he could do that, he gets a unwanted visitor that he must put an end to, once and for all. But it wasn’t going to be easy with Genevieve there. How will it end?

Finale

Tonight was the night Dracula decided to ask Genevieve to marry him. Yes, she may be human, but he wondered if she wanted to be a vampire or not. He didn’t want to force her, so he will let her decide if that would be her choice. And of course, he loves her very much. He had everything in his home set up, candles lit on the table, a delicious meal was made for two and a little tiny box with the engagement ring was in his jacket pocket.

As soon as everything was set up, there was a knock on the door. He was beyond excited that he could finally see Genevieve for she had brought a smile on his face ever since the day they met. But, before he could open the door, he had a uneasy feeling that the person behind it may not be Genevieve. So, he looked through the peep hole of the door, and, of course, he was relieved that it was indeed Genevieve. Doing his best to keep his composure to hide his excitement, he opened the door for her and the way she looked was stunning!

“You did say dress formal. Hope it’s not too much.” She said as felt her cheeks get warm. He took her hand kissed it and replied with a smile, “No, it’s not. You look extravagant.” “I guess that happens when you date a phlebotomist.” Dracula chuckled at her comment as she walked into the house as he closed the door. “Let me take your coat so I can place it with my cloak.” He said as she removed her coat from her shoulders.

He guided her to the dining hall which was near a small ballroom that was the size of a chamber of an orchestra hall. “Hope you don’t mind dancing afterwards.” Genevieve looked at Dracula and said, “Oh no! I love dancing.” They reached the dining room and Dracula pulled a chair out for her to sit before sitting down himself. As they dined, Dracula asked Genevieve, “ Where do you see yourself in the next five years?” Genevieve wiped her mouth with a napkin as she replied, “Well…I already have a great job, a place to live and transportation…” she said. “I do want to get married and have a family one day, but I’m not sure if that would happen.”

As she said this, he took the opportunity to sneak the ring box out of his jacket pocket and got down on his knee and presented the box to her. She looked at Dracula with wide eyes, then looked back at the box as she took it.

Genevieve opened it and revealed a 1 carat diamond ring inside. “Please don’t tell me I’m dreaming. Because if I am, I definitely don’t want to wake up.” She said, doing her best to keep herself from freaking out. He chuckled as he looked into her eyes and said, “Since this is the anniversary of the day we met, I figure this would be the right time to ask, if you’ll make me the happiest person in this world and marry me?”

“Yes, I will.” She replied as he slipped the ring on her finger. Then there was a loud knock at the front door. Both of them were startled by the sound as they jolted from where they were and Dracula positioned Genevieve behind him for protection. “Wait here.” He said as he approached the door, he stopped. “What is it?” Genevieve asked as she walked behind him. He turned to her and said, “ We have an uninvited visitor.”

Almost immediately, she had a gut feeling who it was at the door. It was Brandon and he was furious that Genevieve would reject him and date someone else. He wasn’t going to let them be together, even if he has to kill one of them, then so be it. Dracula looked over his shoulder and said to Genevieve before turning into a bat, “Wait for me at the Gazebo in the garden.” He didn’t have to tell her twice when she bolted out the door that lead out into the garden. It wasn’t long until Brandon got in to confront The Count with a knife in his hand.

“I won’t let you turn her! You took her from me! I know what you are and I’m not going to let you have her!” He shouted as he lunged toward Dracula, but he was fast enough to move out of the way, causing Brandon to fall face first into the wall. “I will not force her to become like me….” He said as he walked toward Brandon. “….Unlike you who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. When a woman says she’s not interested, she means it.” Within three seconds, Brandon whipped out the cross, causing Dracula to look away, using his cape as a shield.

Before he could get close to stab Dracula with a knife, Genevieve leapt up on his back yelling, “LEAVE HIM ALONE!!” Brandon dropped the cross and began to spin around to try to get Genevieve off of him. As Dracula lowered his cape, he witnessed Brandon slam Genevieve against the wall, knocking her out. As he reached for the cross he dropped, Draculas’s foot was right on top of it. Brandon looked up to the furious Count as he grabbed him by the throat and began to choke him.

“I warned you that I wouldn’t be merciful as last time, but it seems you didn’t learn your lesson. Now, you will pay…with your life.” He said as his grip around Brandon’s throat got tighter. Genevieve regained conscious and saw Dracula holding Brandon off the floor, asphyxiating him. Within a blink of an eye, he snapped his neck as if it were a toothpick. Although it didn’t kill him, he was paralyzed from the neck down. Dracula let’s him go and walked toward Genevieve as she was sitting up.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked as he examined her for injuries. She replied, “Yes, I’m fine. I’m not hurt.” The Count pulled her into a hug and she does the same. Then she pulled away and said, “What are we going to tell the police about him?” Dracula looked back at Brandon, then at Genevieve. “Well, according to the law since he broke in, I acted in self defense.

Genevieve thought about it and said, “That’s true. He did intrude into the house. That explains it.” “I’m just glad you’re alright. I don’t know what would do if something happened to you.” He said with a sad expression. Genevieve placed her hands on his shoulders and said with a smile, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, because I plan on being here for a long while.” Dracula smiled at the last sentence as he bent down and they embraced each other with a kiss.”

Epilogue

Brandon-

Brandon was sent to the hospital for his injuries and was released into police custody

He was charged with assault and battery, break and entering, attempted assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder.

He was sentenced to 45 years in prison.

Dracula and Genevieve-

Dracula and Genevieve married a little while after the trial.

Dracula couldn’t bring himself to turn Genevieve into a vampire, even if she wanted to, they would have to be a reason. He decided to let her remain human and let her have the experience that he will never have once she is gone.

Genevieve later won many awards in her research as her career progressed down the line. And, of course, since she has access to the back room, where the spare blood was kept, she managed to sneak some in her bag and take it to Dracula.

Dracula didn’t know how it was possible. But despite being a centuries-old vampire, Genevieve soon became pregnant and together, had three beautiful children. Two boys and one girl.

Their names are - Vlad Wolfgang, Alexander Heinz, and Jemima Mikaela.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story. May you all have a great day. 😊

#fanfic #Dracula Bela Lugosi x reader #vampire x human reader #dark romance

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jmagnabo92 · 10 months

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A French Anniversary

After Trevor's slip-up when Hetty's almost year-long banishment, the house knew that he and Hetty stayed together.

Now, their anniversary approaches and both Trevor and Hetty find gifts that are perfect for one another.

AO3

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After Trevor’s slipup when Hetty was almost banished for a year, everyone in the house knew that he and Hetty were still a couple. Yet, because the couple in question didn’t want to make a big deal out of like they had done with hiding in their relationship, then announcing it so that Nigel would know that he had lost and pretend break up, no one really talked about it. They didn’t ask questions, they didn’t make a big deal out of Hetty holding onto him, seeing them doing things date-like things together (ala things Flower/Thor or Isaac/Nigel do) or the times they disappeared alone together. Even the fact that after three months of he and Flower sneaking in and out of each other’s rooms to be with Hetty and Thor, they had permanently switched rooms had not been mentioned. It had just become a fact of life or afterlife.

And honestly, Trevor loved it. If no one made a big deal out of the fact that they’re dating and together, then they can just focus on enjoying being together. They could bond outside of sex and talk about anything and everything. Of course, there were things that had to be explained to one another with the whole different times things – sometimes, Trevor had to go to Isaac to explain because he was confused by Hetty’s explanation (those were long lecturery afternoons that made Isaac happy and Trevor wishing he could die again), but at least it also made Hetty happy. She, in turn, had gone to Flower more than once, but with Flower’s tendency to get distracted usually led to going to Sam for advice after a while.

So, even though no one talked about it, at least everyone was supportive of it. Enough to help anyway.

And things have been going well, so much so that now, it’s almost a year later, they’re still happy and together.

The only problem is – are they going to celebrate anniversary? And if they do, how exactly can he give her a gift? They’re ghosts.

There’s not really a lot that he can do, well, there’s one thing.

But he’s going to need help…

***

Although they had a rough start and things were quite complicated between them, Trevor’s friendship with Bela (which had continued in the last year despite the computer ban) had eventually thawed Jay’s icey attitude towards him. It helped, of course, that since they were not actively hiding, Hetty quite preferred his initial approach to not flirting as much with Sam and that he had changed to teasing and flirting with Jay, who finds it funny. Although sometimes he can’t resist complimenting her in a flirty way, if only because it’s just a part of who he is – he’s toned it down quite a bit.

Thus, he finds Jay in the kitchen and with Sass. Not that Jay’s aware that Sass is there.

“Hey, Trevor, what are you up to?” Sass questions as he makes his way to the magnets on the fridge.

“I need Jay’s help to do something for Hetty for our Anniversary.”

“You’re … doing something for your anniversary?” Sass questions, uncertainly.

Trevor stops what he’s doing with the magnets, which only read: Hey Jay at the moment to look at Sass, uncertainly.

“Should I not?” Trevor asks.

“Oh, no! I’m not saying you shouldn’t. I’m just surprised.”

“Why?” Trevor questions. “I know we can’t do much, but I can do something…”

“No, that’s not it either.”

“Then, what is it, Sass?”

“It’s just – Elias never did anything for their anniversary.”

“Yeah, but I’m not Elias,” Trevor states, plainly. “Aside from being a businessman, I’m not –”

“I know, Trev, I was just associating the two of you because you’re dating Hetty now and she was married to him. I’m not trying to offend you,” Sass assures him.

“Right, not offended,” Trevor states. “But do you think maybe that’s a reason why I should do something for Hetty?”

Sass grins. “Actually, yes, but why do you need Jay? Wouldn’t it make more sense to ask Sam?”

Trevor shrugs. “Well, yeah, and she’d probably go for it, but Jay likes to be involved and I feel like it helps us bond a bit whenever I ask him instead of Sam.”

“Fair enough.”

At that moment, Jay sees the magnets. “What’s up, Trev-dog?”

Need a favor.

“I’m not saying yes until you tell me what it is.”

iPad easier?

Jay huffs before he pulls it out of the kitchen drawer and puts it on the holder. “Go ahead.”

Trevor grins as he pulls up the right app to get it to read his messages.

Want to plan something for my anniversary with Hetty.

“Dinner date?” Jay assumes.

Little more than that. I want to turn to the carriage house into a Paris getaway.

“Paris getaway?” Jay and Sass questions simultaneously.

Trevor groans and tells Sass as he writes to Jay. “Hetty’s always wanted to go to Paris, but she’s never been there – and obviously can’t now, but there’s theme nights and we could set it up to be as if we were in Paris. It wouldn’t be the real thing, but it’s the closest thing we could get to Paris.”

Both Sass and Jay are giving him a look, causing him to be uncertain.

“You hate it.”

“No, no, no. I just – it’s a lot,” Sass states.

“Well, I mean – it’s not like I can do much else,” Trevor states, frowning. He writes to Jay: Do you not like it?

Jay hesitates for a second before saying, “I like it – it’s just I’m trying to figure out why I never considered doing that for Sam.”

“Oh, yeah, Sam loves Paris, too,” Sass states. “Is that a genetic thing?”

Trevor snorts. “No, but it is interesting.”

Then he turns back to the iPad.

Well, maybe you could use it, too. Make it a holiday present and then, the next night, I could use it as a gift for Hetty?

Jay brightens. “That sounds like a great idea.”

“What does?” Sam asks, as she walks in.

“Trevor was just asking for my help with an anniversary present for Hetty, but it’s a secret,” Jay states.

Sam looks at him and he nods. “Yeah, I just had an idea and…”

“Why didn’t come to me?”

“Well, Jay likes to be involved in stuff and – and as it turns out, it works out better that I went to him.”

“Why?” Sam asks, narrowing her eyes.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” Trevor says, grinning. He erases his messages and writes: We’ll talk later, Jay. Before leaving the room, quickly before Sam could ask any more questions.

***

He continued to chat with Jay about their plans and was not exactly helpful when the stuff started coming in a week later since he couldn’t actually set anything up, but he did draw a plan for rearranging things and Mark was quite helpful in actually moving things around.

It was really starting to come together, and he couldn’t be happier.

Jay looks at his watch, “Oh, the game’s almost on. You going to watch with us, Trev?”

Mark, who finally admitted that he knows about the ghosts and Sam’s power, gives Jay a look. “I thought Sam was the one that can see them?”

“She is,” Jay states, “But…”

Of course.

“… he can type on the computer, phone or tablet since he can move objects,” Jay says. “So, he’s the only one that I can talk to by himself – the others sometimes use him as a translator when Sam’s not around.”

“Ah, okay then. Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for them to get up to Flower and Thor’s room to watch the game. Trevor stands behind the couch since he doesn’t want to worry about getting hit or sat on accidentally.

A few minutes later, he’s so into the game that he misses Hetty’s entrance until she wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his cheek.

“Have you come to watch football with us, Babe?”

Hetty smiles. “No, I came to ask you something.”

He turns slightly so that he’s looking at her more fully. “Oh?”

She hums. “I heard you were up to something, and I wanted to know if I should be concerned?”

He grins at her. “Of course not. It’s a surprise, but a good surprise, I’m sure you’re going to love it.”

“The surprise is for me?”

“Well, when I asked Jay to do it – we kind of realized that it could work as a gift for both you and Sam. So, he’s going to give it to Sam on Christmas, and I planned to give it to you the day after.”

Hetty gives him a confused look, and he realizes that the day after Christmas doesn’t ring a bell for her.

He clears his throat. “It’s just – something for our anniversary, but if – if you don’t want to do anything, it can just be for – for Sam.”

It’d be a bit disappointing since it was his idea, but he wouldn’t want to upset her and maybe she doesn’t like the idea since it would maybe remind her of how Elias didn’t do anything for her… but before he could try and find a way to deal with that possibility, she’s kissing him passionately on the lips and he can’t think of anything other than the taste of her against his lips and her hands roaming over his ass.

The kiss is long and passionate and would absolutely have continued if it not for, “Seriously?” which jars them apart.

It’s Sam in the doorway, and it jars Mark and Jay’s attention from the game.

“What’s wrong? We agreed that we’d watch the game today.”

“Not you two, those two,” Sam says, pointing at them.

“It was one kiss,” Trevor states. “And it’s not like they can even see us.”

“It looked like more than that!”

“It wasn’t, I swear!”

“Aw, Trev-dog, I don’t want to know about that kind of ghost stuff.”

“You wouldn’t if it wasn’t for Sam.”

“Dearest, he cannot hear you.”

“Sam, you should translate that.”

“I don’t think so, go to your room.”

Before he can object because he does want to watch the game (and she doesn’t get to tell him what to do), Hetty whispers in his ear, “Sounds like a good idea, your magic fingers would certainly be nice right now.”

He groans, so turned on that there’s no way that he could object. “As you wish, Babe.”

“Oh, gross,” Sam says, as he grabs Hetty’s hand and leads her to their room. “I don’t even have to hear what she said to know that it’s something I didn’t want to know.”

Trevor merely sends her a grin before they disappear through the wall and quickly get to their new room (which was once Flower’s room). Once inside, Hetty’s once again kissing him and this time, he’s thrilled since he can completely ravish her the way she deserves.

He ends the kiss and leans his forehead against hers, “I do believe my lady asked for magic fingers, so more kissing or should I slide under your dress and please you like never before?”

Hetty giggles and gives him a quick kiss. “I believe you should follow my request.”

“As you wish.”

Trevor gives her another long and slow kiss before falling his knees and crawling under her dress. Since it’s nice and poofy, he’s made a nice little habit of hiding in here and pleasing her during her during otherwise boring conversations (at least to him). He’s done it during her ponder time with Isaac and girl talk conversations, which entertains him greatly. Thankfully, he hasn’t been caught, yet, but it’s still the thrill of getting caught at any minute that has him enjoying these times so much.

He starts by kissing from her right ankle upwards, nice and slowly. Teasing and worshipping just the way she loves it. He stops right when he gets to her warmth, before he starts back down at her left ankle and repeats the process. It’s just when he begins to finger her nice and slowly with tentative and teasing licks that have her squirming pleasurably, that he hears the sounds of Flower, Alberta and Isaac entering the room.

This is going to be fun.

Apparently, it was time for their girl talk session, which include Isaac because he’s Hetty’s best friend and he wanted to join so he could talk about Nigel. From what Trevor’s been able to hear during these talks, it’s usually about the men in the house, and ever since the ghosts had coupled up (aside from Alberta, Pete and Sass), these talks seem to focus on each person’s respective man: Flower – Thor, Isaac – Nigel, Sam – Jay, and now, Hetty – Trevor (and technically, Alberta’s got Pete even though it’s more about how to handle the awkwardness of him constantly trying despite the no). Although, she’s never actually let the conversation get too deep into talking about him whenever he’s been under her dress during these conversations. Apparently, she didn’t want him to hear what she had to say about him… he doesn’t mind, since he’s much happier just teasing her.

Hiding under her dress for these conversations has probably happened far too often, especially lately, but Hetty seems to enjoy it even more than he does. It’s just so much fun.

Deciding to tease her by taking it nice and slow, but still focus on her, he happily fingers her and begins to eat her out, drowning out some of the conversation. Flower, as always, starts with her struggles with Thor’s violence at times, even if he’s gotten a lot better. He flicks his tongue against her clit, and she squirms and tightens her thighs around his head. Pleased, he does it again, and almost forgets that he doesn’t want to make it too obvious as Isaac changes the subject to Nigel’s want for something more physical and his difficulty with it.

He vaguely hears Isaac question Hetty about how she got passed her physical barriers, but before she can answer, he hears Sam’s voice: “Sorry, I’m late. I just wanted to –” she pauses. It hasn’t been that long since she saw him and Hetty heading to their room for fun. “– wait, where’s Trevor?”

“He’s not here, Sam,” Alberta states. “It’s girl talk.”

“If it’s girl talk then why does Isaac get invited?” Flower questions.

“We’ve been through this, I am an exception,” Isaac states. Then, clearly turns to Sam, “Why would you assume Trevor to be in here?”

“Because…” she stops, clearly having figured out that in the fifteen minutes since she last saw them, and Hetty’s slight squirming that he’s under her dress. She gags, slightly. “You know what? I, uh, I think I have to uh – go do something, anything else – you all have fun.”

She doesn’t appear to listen as the others as they all yell for her to stop, but the door shuts behind her.

“What’s her problem? What just happened?” Alberta asks.

“I am uncertain, dear,” Hetty offers, trying not to moan when he does that thing that usually has her screaming. If she could, she’d be giving him trouble for that, but she can’t… not until later, which will be so, so fun.

“Oh, I think she’s just freaked out because she realized that Trevor’s hiding under Hetty’s dress,” Flower offers, completely oblivious to the fact that she should not have said that. He can’t help wondering when she figured it out.

“Henrietta, is this true?” Isaac demands.

“I – I…”

He feels the dress lift slightly because Alberta wants to check and obviously sees his shoes.

“Trevor!”

“What are you doing under there?” Isaac questions, but he looks slightly appalled because he knows based on Alberta’s reaction that it’s something sexual.

“Clearly something you’ve never done,” Trevor states as he crawls out from under the dress. Clearly, the mood is ruined.

“Trevor!” Hetty hisses.

“What? It’s a fact,” Trevor says, as Flower and Alberta laugh.

“I take it back, I do not wish to know,” Isaac states. “Meeting adjourned.”

With that, he takes off through the closed door and despite the fact that both Flower and Alberta look like they want to tease them, they take off, too.

Leaving the couple alone once again.

She sits on the bed looking a mix between embarrassed and disappointed. He moves behind her and begins to kiss her neck since he knows how much she likes it, figuring it would make her feel better.

She groans, “Trevor, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“So, you want me to stop, then?”

“No.”

Chuckling slightly, he continues his efforts, a little more teasing and playful than if he was aiming for the goal. She tilts her head to the side with her eyes closed and he holds her tightly against him. It takes a few minutes before she begins to relax and enjoy his attentions. Once she does, she says, “Trevor, are you sure you want to do something for our anniversary?”

Trevor stops and looks at her directly in the mirror across from them. “I know that we didn’t exactly start on a relationship foot, but I – I care for you and I want to do something special, but if you don’t … I understand.”

She looks touched. “No, I – I definitely wish to celebrate with you. I am just… surprised. Given our relationship’s origins and the fact that I am not used to such… sentimentality.”

Trevor kisses her cheek and hugs her from behind. “I know it might not have been expected, but I … after a year together – as complicated as it was, it’s just nice to be able to celebrate.”

“I concur,” she says, turning to look him in the eyes.

He kisses her passionately. “Good.”

There’s a minute where they just get lost in each other’s eyes.

She hums. “Trevor?”

“Yes?”

“May I have your magic fingers, again?”

“Always, Babe.”

***

Despite the awkwardness of so many people knowing what he was doing under Hetty’s dress, and the teasing that he got from Flower and Alberta, everything continued on as normal in the leadup to the holiday. Of course, once everyone found out that he was ‘up to something’ to celebrate their anniversary, they kept trying to figure out what it was – even in front of Hetty.

Thus, he’d begun a foolproof plan to make those trying to ruin the surprise to go away. Hence, when Flower and Alberta began to question them just prior to everyone settling down for movie night, he pulls Hetty into his lap and begins kissing her neck. She laughs since this has happened every night since Hetty told him that she had heard he was ‘up to something’ and turns to kiss him passionately instead.

Flower and Alberta continue to try and question him, until Alberta groans. “Fine, if you two stop, we’ll stop asking.”

They break apart and grin at her.

“I am really starting to enjoy your method of avoiding this conversation, we should make this the go-to method to avoid any conversation,” Hetty admits.

“Please don’t,” Sam groans. “I’m happy that you’re happy, but please don’t get all gross just to put people off.”

“To be fair, if people stopped trying to figure out what the surprise is, we wouldn’t be ‘getting all gross to put people off’,” Trevor retorts.

“Fine, no one else is allowed to ask anymore, capisce?”

“Capisce.”

“Good, now let’s enjoy the movie.”

***

Trevor’s thrilled as he stands with Jay in the carriage house. It’s absolutely perfect, looks exactly like a French bistro in Paris. A mini Eiffel Tower and everything. There’s French music playing, and images of the view (that you’d see if you were in Paris) are hanging up everywhere. Lastly, there’s a banner that reads: Merry Christmas, Sam.

It would be changed out for Happy Anniversary, Hetty tomorrow morning, but everything was perfect. He can only hope that when Jay brings Sam out here after dinner that no one ruins the surprise for Hetty.

“What do you think?”

Trevor walks over to the iPad sitting on the table and writes: Looks perfect.

“Good. Then we go it all set up just in time,” Jay states. He’s looking around the carriage house smiling. “This was a great idea, Trevor. I just hope she – they – both like it.”

I’m sure they will. Probably should’ve thought of it sooner.

��“Yeah, I probably should’ve,” Jay admits. “When we were in the city, we never would’ve had the time off to go to Paris, let alone the money…. Now, of course, it’s just the money issue…”

Condos in the city cost a lot even in the nineties. I was just lucky with my profession.

Jay laughs. “So, you’ve been to Paris, then?”

I’ve traveled a lot, even during the summers between school years. But that’s because I worked my ass off during the year to pay for it. Once I started working full-time, traveling was quite the reward.

“Maybe when you have your date tomorrow night, you should tell Hetty about it all, I bet since she can’t ever visit it that she’d like to at least hear about it.”

That’s a great idea. Thanks, Jay.

Jay smiles. “Have you wondered what she’s going to get you?”

Trevor laughs. I doubt she gets me anything… although there have been some weird questions, lately.

“Weird questions?”

Yeah. Weird questions.

Trevor wasn’t exactly sure what was up with Hetty’s sudden interest in his pseudo three-way relationship with Nicky and Ari. The whole thing had come out accidently when he had blurted out that he wanted to try the whole fun experiment with him being under her dress and seeing how long he could tease her while she maintains the conversation. When she had asked about it, he admitted to the meetings that he had spent on his knees under Ari’s desk, which had led to a confusing conversation about how he could’ve been almost committed to Nicky in the year prior to his death when he was also with Ari.

He’d been so embarrassed given Ari’s actions after his death to explain that he and Ari had had a thing and that it had been ongoing since he’d been eighteen and how Nicky had been okay with them still sleeping together as long as she got to tell him what to do. She really got into it (even telling him that he could spend time under Ari’s desk as long as he didn’t come until he was with her again – it was so hot), and Trevor absolutely loved it – hot and bossy, definitely his type. He could still remember how he’d rush home on days like that and totally and completely ravish her. She seemed to like it, he bet Hetty would, too.

Either way, Hetty had found the idea of it surprisingly intriguing, especially in the last few days. He could just imagine her doing the same as Nicky, and man, that was hot.

Of course, it probably only works in his fantasies.

“What kind of weird questions?” Jay asks, gaining his attention, again.

Oh, uh, I doubt you’d want to know.

“Oh, come on, thought we were bros now?”

It’s related to my previous sex life.

“More stories of you under women’s dresses?” Jay teases. Evidently, Sam must’ve told him about the dress incident. In fact, the whole house had come to asking where he was whenever they were talking to Hetty just to make sure that he wasn’t under her dress while they were trying to talk to her.

Not exactly. But if you must know, the woman I dated before I died discovered I had a friends with benefits situation with one of my male friends, and well, she kind of enjoyed watching us and telling me what to do.

“Oh, god, why did I ask?”

I wish I knew.

There’s a pause before:

“Well, since I’m down the rabbit hole – what kind of questions is Hetty asking then?”

Trevor groans. He was kind of hoping that Jay would leave it, but apparently not.

Just – well, I may have admitted that now that I’ve gotten to be with a woman again, I kind of miss being with a man, too. It was fun and hot … those times when I was with a man, but my girlfriend was ordering me around… watching… telling me to please him, yet, deny me the pleasure until I’ve satisfied them both…

Jay laughs. “You’re a total sub, I love it.”

This is why I don’t share with you.

“Oh, come on. I’m just teasing… now, what’s Hetty asking?”

Well, just that … what it was like on all sides (feelings wise, I guess), what kind of things Nicky would order me to do, how it all worked, and well …

“Well, what?”

If there were any male ghosts, I would be interested in doing it with.

Jay looks absolutely gleefully. “And what did you say?”

NOTHING. I am not going to admit to my girlfriend that I find one of our friends attractive. Or well, I admitted I did, but not – I assured her, I’d never go there. I’m hers, and no one else’s.

“It’s Sass, isn’t it?” Jay questions, bouncing up and down. “Whenever Sam would tell me stories of you two and your sort of opposites attract kind of behavior, I was thinking it was a bit of UST, especially with the whole ‘helping you try to get laid’ last year. But then, you got with Hetty, but I could see Hetty being into bossing you around like that. Plus, Sass would finally not be a virgin anymore. It’s a win for everyone.”

Trevor is absolutely stunned. Could Hetty really be considering having him sleep with Sass at her command? Sass was definitely attractive, and she did like bossing him around… but would she really want to share?

He could just imagine it in his mind’s eye. Hetty sitting on the ottoman telling Trevor to slowly ravish Sass. Sass withering and moaning as Trevor kisses every inch of skin. He’ll groan when Hetty orders Trevor to avoid his cock at first, instead just tease his thighs, leaving little hickeys (or pretending to) and teasing his hole and balls. Trevor’ll beg for permission to suck his cock and Sass’ll be a begging mess, too. Hetty’ll finally cave after enough begging and –

“Trev, you still with me?”

Jarred back to the present, Trevor types: Yeah, but I gotta go.

Trevor turns heel to go find his lovely girlfriend as he hears Jay muttering about dying horny. None of that matters as long as he can have his way with Hetty right now and he will.

***

The holiday and Jay’s gift to Sam went over well. Sam had thanked him for the idea and told him that Hetty was going to love it.

Thus, he wakes the next morning, quite happy and excited for the day. Helped, naturally, but Hetty’s hand stroking his morning wood and kissing his neck.

Trevor hums, “Morning, Babe.”

“Good Morning, Dearest,” Hetty says, looking him in the eyes as she continues to stroke him.

He looks at her with a smile (noting that she must’ve gotten up and taken off her poofy dress as she’s just in her chemise), then down at her hand around his cock, and back again. “Seems someone’s up to something.”

“I would never be up to something,” Hetty states, blinking innocently at him.

Chuckling, he surges forward to kiss her and moments later she’s on her back and he’s sliding his hand into her warmth to tease her. When he leans back slightly, noticing that she’s wrapped her legs around his waist, he says, “And I would never be up to anything either.”

She laughs. “Au contraire, dearest, you are always up to something.”

He nuzzles her neck, and twists his fingers so that she keens, pleasurably. “Only to make you happy.”

She grins. “You do, but only if you stop teasing and get me off right now.”

Trevor chuckles, “We’ve clearly been spending too much time together.”

Still, he follows through with her request, thrusting happily inside her and getting that contented sigh of pleasure.

“Oh Trevor,” Hetty moans as she tightens her legs around him, taking him in deeper.

“Like that?” he pants.

“Always.”

Normally, he would take his time, but seeing her all blissed out does something to him and he gets her to come before coming himself.

Satisfied, Hetty cuddles into him once he’s on his back.

“Happy Anniversary, Babe.”

“Happy Anniversary, Dearest. I cannot wait to see your surprise later,” she says before kissing his cheek. “I also have a surprise for you, but it would be much better later on around bedtime.”

Trevor hums. “So, that wasn’t my present?”

She gives him a look. “You get that every day.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not a present.” He gives her a light kiss. “Every day with you has been a gift.”

Hetty laughs. “I did not realize that you were such a – what would Sasappis call it – a sap?”

Trevor laughs. “I’m not that sappy just…”

“I would highly disagree. You appear to be more and more sappy every day. It appears to come from your interest in chick flicks,” she teases.

“They’re called romantic comedies and who told you to call them that?”

She gives him a mischievously look. “I shall never share my sources.”

Trevor hums as he moves to tickle her. “We’ll see about that.”

Hetty squeals as she manages to wiggle off the bed and stand up, still in just her chemise. He’s distracted by it since it reveals so much of her and she smirks, “You’ll have to catch me first!”

Then she takes off, her dress appearing back on her as she leaves the room. He yells that he’ll catch her for sure, but he knows this’ll just be a fun game for the morning.

***

He did catch her, again and again, throughout the day, and their little game definitely drove their housemates a little crazy. To the point that Sam encouraged him to bring her to the carriage house much earlier than he intended, but extra time alone with Hetty is never a bad thing. As they walk out there, hand-in-hand, through the snow, they stop and kiss along the way. It probably takes at least ten minutes longer than it should, but he doesn’t mind.

Until finally, they’re right outside the door.

“Now, Hetty, I know that we can’t travel anywhere, but that you’ve always wanted to go to Paris, so as an Anniversary present, I brought Paris to you,” Trevor says as he pulls her through the door.

She lets go of him and walks into the center of the house, spinning around admiring the decorations and everything. She takes it all in for several minutes, before Trevor asks, “Do you like it?”

He’s a bit nervous, despite his earlier cockiness about how sure he’d be that she’d like it. She doesn’t answer at first, making him even more nervous, until she turns on her heel and walks right back to him. She grabs his face much like she’d done the first time and kisses him passionately.

Taking that as a yes, he melts into her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull them flush against each other, thrilled that she’s so happy with him. He’d done it right after all.

When they break a part, still holding his face, Hetty says, “Trevor, I love you.”

Despite being together for a whole year, it’s the first time that she’s ever said it, and he couldn’t be happier. He’d been waiting for this for months.

“I love you, too, Hetty.”

He gives her another kiss before leaving his forehead against hers. He’s thrilled with this development; he’d been waiting for so long for it since he knew that Hetty wasn’t exactly familiar or comfortable with confessing that she loves someone (Isaac had told him that it’d taken the better part of a decade before she admitted that she loved him as a friend) when he’d asked him about it. Trevor had been trying to make sure that he didn’t push her into anything the way Nigel’s been pushing Isaac (since he often complained about it, no matter how much he cares for him).

In turn, Trevor had given him some advice as well, but none of that mattered in this moment because Hetty loves him. She had said it!

He almost couldn’t believe it. It feels like a dream.

Before he could think of anything else, she kisses him again, a little more passionately and insistently before breaking a part. “Should I get your present now then?”

Trevor smiles. “You don’t have to, I mean, I had a ‘dinner date’, a movie and a dance all planned…”

Hetty grins. “Yes, that sounds wonderful, but I am … revved up as you would say, and I think it is better to give you my gift now.”

“Oh, uh, okay, then. Bedroom?” Trevor suggests.

“Yes, please go wait in there for a few minutes, I shall be back.”

Surprised, but always accepting of the change in the flow of things, he smiles and says, “Anything for you, my love.”

She gives him a kiss. “Good.”

With that, she disappears through the door again, leaving Trevor slightly confused, but still quite pleased.

He could only wonder what she has in store for him.

***

It takes about ten minutes before Hetty joins him in the bedroom.

“My love, I present you with my gift.”

She gestures at the door, and Trevor figures that it should be Sam bringing something in, but instead, Sass enters the room, looking a little nervous.

He looks between her and Sass and realizes that those questions had really been a part of her plans to recreate the dynamic Trevor had been missing a bit. “Is this what I think it is?”

Hetty nods.

At first, he’s thrilled, before he remembers just how difficult it was for Hetty to know about Elias’ affairs. Trevor approaches her slowly. “I love you, Hetty, and I don’t want you to do anything that might make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, hush. I would not be suggesting that you engage in intimate activities with Sasappis if we were not all on board,” Hetty states, plainly.

“Yeah, we’ve been talking about this for weeks,” Sass offers.

“You have?”

“Yes. When I discovered that you had something planned for our anniversary, I brought it up during girl talk, and given that you have discussed the situation when you were alive with Flower, she suggested feeling you out and determining if you would be interested in recreating such a situation…”

“Which explains all of your questions,” Trevor states. “But are you sure about this? You’re not exactly one to share.”

Hetty hums. “I have thought about it for some time now. Sasappis and I have discussed it at great length, and Flower has also chipped in, mainly because she finds herself annoyed that Sasappis would be willing to be a third of sorts for us, but not for her and Thor.”

“I’ve lived with Thor for 500 years, if I was attracted to him – I wouldn’t still be a virgin,” Sass retorts.

Trevor can’t resist his laugh. “So, what you’re telling me is that I’m more attractive than Thor?”

“No need to get cocky,” Sass says, causing Trevor to laugh. Sass gives him a look. “Scary isn’t attractive, okay?”

“I feel that,” Trevor admits. “And we’re not on a boat, so I suppose boat rules don’t really apply.”

“I don’t know – we’re on a boat, exactly, but we are stuck here.”

“Yes, but there are options…”

“May we please get back on track,” Hetty huffs.

“Right, sorry,” Trevor says, turning to her. He clears his throat. “If you’re absolutely sure than I am absolutely game.”

“What a surprise,” Sass teases.

Trevor turns to him, after getting a smile and nod from Hetty, and says, “You know, I am actually not that easy.”

“Oh, please, you’re the easiest ghost in the house.”

“I am not,” Trevor counters, but it’s playful. He’s trying to get all riled up the same way he did the first time that he kissed Hetty. “I actually think you’re the easiest ghost in the house.”

“Absolutely not,” Sass counters. “I’m the only one that hasn’t gotten involved with anyone in the house in 500 years… if I was as easy as you are I would have jumped at the first chance I could to sleep with something… like you did.”

“And you would have … if you had any offers… but you haven’t so…”

“I have too! Flower and Thor interviewed me and not you – in fact, they interviewed everyone except you… so there.”

Trevor laughs. “Believe me, they tried, I was too busy moping about Ari to be interested. And then, of course, I also think Thor’s scary so… besides, it all worked out … my delightful girlfriend can attest that.”

He gives her a grin, but she huffs. “Are you two going to do this or what?”

“No foreplay, Babe?”

She ruffles herself. “I was all revved up as you would say, hence why I went to bring Sasappis into our date, yet all of this talking… is really dampening my mood.”

Trevor laughs and kisses her passionately.

“Alright, then, Sass, you really want to do this? Think you can handle all this?”

Sass scoffs. “Please I’m not even sure you’re even good.”

Trevor leaves Hetty’s side to approach Sass, slowly. “Oh, you’ll be eating your words soon.”

“That’s all I’ve heard is words – why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and prove that you’re actually good?”

That’s exactly what he was waiting for as he surges forward and pulls Sass to him by the waist. Sass appears to have expected it because he wraps his arms around Trevor’s neck in response.

The kiss is a little more tentative than Trevor is expecting. He figured after all that Sass would be a little more confident, but he can teach Sass to be a bit more confident.

Trevor deepens the kiss and hears Hetty telling him to use his silver tongue. He hums as he runs his tongue along Sass’ bottom lip, and he’s surprised that Sass opens his mouth instead of resisting. He’s still in charge of the kiss, but before he could encourage Sass too much, Hetty says something about wanting more.

Thus, Trevor breaks the kiss and starts kissing his neck, while undressing Sass. Just like the first time he tried to undress Hetty, it’s not smooth at all. He groans.

“Why do you two have such difficult clothing?”

“Sorry not all of us have easy access,” Sass counters as gesturing at Trevor’s pantsless state.

“Easy access makes it much more fun,” Trevor counters, before getting Sass’ top – shirt thing off and starts sucking on his neck.

“Speaking of easy access, I believe you are wearing too much clothing, dearest.”

Sass laughs, “Trevor and too much clothing…”

He doesn’t finish his thought as Trevor divulges himself of his jacket, loosens his tie, and slowly unbuttons his shirt. Since the music from the living room is still going for their date, Trevor moves in a way that’s meant to be sexy, but apparently Sass finds funny because he’s chuckling. Even as his eyes rack over Trevor’s body appreciatively, especially as he stands there completely nude for a second before he returns to standing close in front of Sass.

Sass reaches out and runs his hands down Trevor’s bare chest. “Wow.”

Trevor grins, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Then before anymore could be said, he’s back to sucking on Sass’ neck as Sass lets his hands roam all over Trevor’s body.

“Oh god,” Sass groans.

Hetty lets him roam his hands over Sass’ chest and continue to kiss his neck for a few minutes before she tells him to start falling to his knees. He could see a grin on her face and slightly confused look on Sass’ face.

“As you wish, my lady.”

He kisses and licks his way down Sass’ chest, until he’s on his knees. He takes the opportunity to lick his navel, which has Sass trying to wiggle away, but he holds him in place while teasing until Hetty orders him to keep going.

He undoes Sass’ pants and pulls them down, but before he can kiss or do anything to his cock, Hetty says, “Not yet, Trevor, start at the bottom.”

Trevor whines, he wants to kiss, lick and suck on Sass’ cock, but Hetty’s in charge, so he pushes Sass to sit on the bed with his legs spread. Sass leans back on his hands, watching eagerly as Trevor begins kissing up his right leg. He starts fast until he gets to his thigh and then sucks as if to leave a hickey, even knowing he won’t.

The groan from Sass has Trevor groaning in pleasure. He loves making his partner feel good, but once again, Hetty stops him and tells him to do the other leg. He’s a bit quicker on the left, eager to get back to that cock, but once he does get back there, Hetty still hasn’t given him permission.

A whine doesn’t seem to work, so he nuzzles Sass’ cock, and fondles his balls.

“Oh, God, Trevor.”

“Like that?” Trevor breathes.

“Yes, yes… God, will you – more, please?”

As Trevor nuzzles Sass’ cock, he looks up at Hetty, “Please, Ma’am, can’t I … at least kiss it?”

Hetty smiles, slightly evilly. “Only the tip.”

Trevor turns back to Sass’ cock and kisses the tip before flicking the slit and causing Sass to fall back on his back, groaning pleasurably. Pleased, Trevor takes the tip in his mouth and runs his tongue around it. He missed the slightly salty taste of pre-come. Combined with the pure pleasured sounds coming from Sass it’s enough that Trevor could probably jerk himself off to. He sneaks his hand down to his own cock, but before he could get there…

“Ah, ah, ah, Trevor. You shall not touch yourself or finish until you are done pleasuring me as well. Put your magic fingers behind your back.”

He groans but complies. Putting his arms behind his back and trying to balance, but it’s a lot harder that way.

Hetty can clearly see that and orders Sass to take control of Trevor’s head.

Sass is clearly uncertain but threads his hands through Trevor’s hair regardless. Unfortunately, he just sits there for a minute until Hetty starts giving him direction on what to do. This allows for Trevor to begin giving him a proper blow job, enjoying the weight of Sass’ cock on his tongue and pleased sounds from both of them.

He expected it to be long and drawn-out, enjoying every minute of this, especially since Hetty clearly wanted it to go slow, but Sass ruins that by pulling him off suddenly and coming all over his face.

“Oh, God, Trevor – I – that was –”

“Much sooner than expected, Sasappis,” Hetty states, sounding almost as disappointed as Trevor is that it’s over so soon.

“But it’s okay. We should’ve expected it,” Trevor states. “First times usually happen suddenly.”

Sass flushes, looking disappointed. “I was just hoping that it would last longer… especially if it’s only one time…”

Before Trevor could offer more, remembering that this was a surprising anniversary present, Hetty interrupts. “Perhaps, it does not have to wait until next year for another opportunity, however, for tonight, it will have to do.”

Sass nods, as Trevor looks at Hetty. He’s still naked on his knees, hard as a rock, with Sass’ now flaccid cock in his face. “Are you serious?”

“I could consider it every so often when we are all in the mood…”

Trevor gives her a surprised, but pleased look, before turning back to Sass, who is suddenly dressed again, but grinning. He gives Trevor a kiss before he gets up and says, “I’ll leave you back to your date. Happy Anniversary.”

Trevor watches him leave, still feeling pleased and confused, but before he could even begin to figure out what to say about his suddenly leaving the room, Hetty comes over and pulls him to his feet.

He delights in kissing her, thrilled that she’s quite eager for more, and knowing that he can please her, too, and for longer. He skillfully undoes her dress (so much smoother than earlier), leaving her in just her chemise for now while he moves his lips from her mouth to her neck.

She hums, delightfully.

“Like that?”

“Always.”

He grins and kneels on the bed, inviting her to kneel over him, her back to him, her legs spread. He’s supporting her entirely as his one hand holds her against him with the fingers her. His lips back on her favorite spot on her neck, she’s getting all of her favorite things at once.

She moans and withers, not holding back at all. He can feel his cock throb against her and works to get her off, quickly. He’s rewarded a minute or so later with Hetty screaming his name in pleasure.

Thrilled, he moves them around so that she’s on her back on the bed and situates himself in between her legs (which feels like a tease being so close, yet not there just yet), which she wraps around his waist and nuzzles her boobs.

“You’re such a good boy, Dearest,” Hetty says, which she catches her breath.

She’s looking down at him, smiling.

He nuzzles his face in her boobs for a few seconds, as his cock twitches at the praise. “Does that mean I’ve earned the right to finish?”

She hums. “Not yet.”

He groans. Delayed gratification was probably something he shouldn’t have taught Hetty over the last year together, but he couldn’t resist – he loves it as much as he hates it.

“Good boys do not groan.”

“So sorry, Babe,” Trevor replies before giving her a nice and long kiss. “I’ll be better.”

“Of course you will because you are a good boy.”

Then, he sucks on her neck for a few seconds before deciding to kiss and suck on her boobs. He alternates between them, nuzzling when he moves from one to the other.

Hetty’s clearly pleased as she gives off pleased sounds peppered with praises of his silver tongue, before she finally says, “I want your magic fingers, again.”

He’s gleeful since her statement accompanies her tightening her legs around his waist making it easy to thrust into her.

He moans. “So good.”

Hetty hums as he begins to finger her and thrust at the same time. He tries to go a bit more slowly to make sure they both enjoy it for as long as possible, but Hetty says, “Faster, Trevor!”

“As you wish,” Trevor pants.

He’s just as eager as she is to finish and is thrilled when a few minutes later she says, “Come for me, Trevor,” after she’s come due to his magic fingers.

The burst of his orgasm causes some stars in his eyes, and it takes several minutes after he’s laying on his back with Hetty cuddled into him before he can focus enough to say, “Well, that was – something special.”

“Certainly enjoyable,” Hetty confirms.

They’re both breathing a bit heavy, and neither wants to move just yet, so Trevor says, “Why don’t we cuddle here for a bit before we return to the Paris date?”

“Sounds delightful.”

***

It takes some time before they get out of bed and return to the living room of the carriage house. Hetty’s still quite thrilled with his present and he’s quite thrilled with hers as they sit at the table.

“I have to admit, Trevor, that when I heard that you were up to something for our anniversary, I was a bit nervous, but this has been quite delightful.”

Trevor grins. “Well, it’s not just the décor or the dinner that we can’t exactly eat. I also intend to watch a movie – one of your favorites – and dance, if you’d like.”

Hetty smiles. “If I recall correctly, you have indicated that you do not know how to dance properly.”

“And if you recall, there is more than one way to dance,” Trevor states, holding her hand across the table. “And if we make fools of ourselves, well, at least it’s just us.”

“This is true,” Hetty concedes.

“But if you don’t want to dance, we don’t have to,” Trevor offers. “The idea was basically a night in Paris. Or as close to Paris as we can get.”

Hetty smiles. “I appreciate the efforts, Trevor.”

“Well, I knew how much you’ve wanted to go to Paris…”

Hetty looks around the carriage house, “It is not just Paris, Dearest. It is all of it.”

“All of it?”

Hetty hums as she squeezes his hand. “Trevor, you know what my life was like – who I was married to… I was incredibly resistant to letting our relationship become as it is now because I was worried of getting attached and heartbroken…”

He understands. She had made it clear that although she never loved Elias that didn’t mean that she didn’t always hope that one day she’d get more and then, felt heartbroken when she didn’t. She tried so hard to be the woman he wanted, to get the attention she craved, only for him to be an absolute asshole. Thus, closing herself off, even in her afterlife.

“Don’t worry, love. He’s rotting in hell, and I’m going to treat you so much better than you could even dream…”

He lifts her hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

Hetty smiles. “You already have, Dearest. You have been far better than I ever thought possible.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Trevor says, smiling.

“You should. I am aware that it took me some time to let you in…”

“And I understand why,” Trevor assures her. “Since we have eternity to be together, we have time to get even closer together.”

“Yes, we do.”

It’s quiet for a minute before Trevor laughs, “I feel like this is the moment that we should toast to the last year, to the last crazy year together, to the moment that changed our afterlives forever…”

Hetty tilts her head, confused. “Are you saying that you are not going to toast, then?”

“Well, we can’t toast since we can’t lift our drinks,” Trevor states. Then smiles, “But we can pretend, I suppose.”

He lifts the hand not holding hers, and says, “To a surprising, yet fantastic year together…”

“… may there be many more,” Hetty says, lifting her own to touch against his.

“Happy Anniversary.”

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