Z writes ✿

Quick little author yap sesh: Probably a good idea to make this sooner rather than later! Im in so many fandom spaces I just have yet to write for them! Feel free to dm me, I'm a yapper and will talk all things fandom and dead dove! Im a lesbian but don't tell my fictional husbands that 🫶🏾 I tend to write darker things and more angst but fuck it, we ball.

Call me Z or Zay

Request: ~Open bbg~

Last updated: 11 - 21 - 2025

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I promise i've seen this request I'm just taking for fuck ever to cook it up!

Here's literally the smallest littlest sneak peak </3

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His fingers ghost over your body, a slow steady pace. He was taunting you, he wanted you to speak up, call him every cruel thing in the book and god you so desperately wanted to. Still you kept quiet, your body still, your eyes focused on the far back wall. It’d be over soon if you were good, if you bored him. 

You hated him, hated his touch, hated his gaze. You held nothing but contempt for the man that loomed over your naked body. But that hatred, that dislike, that's what kept him to you. Like a moth to a flame. He fed off of the loathing you held for him, the cruel words you couldn't help but verbalize. 

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Thats it.... that the snippet, i'm sorry 😭 I promise the full thing will be worth it. School is kicking my ass and so is work.

Warnings - this'll be a darker fic, likely grooming themes , honestly nothing worth a trigger warning is needed for this part <3

- Part 1 -

Your eyes were sunken, tired. The tears long since dried as you sat on the cushioned velvet seat. You watch the tree’s pass in a blur. The envy green leaves and warm brown tree trunks blur together with the speed you traveled. You hummed a toon, something quiet, something comforting. Leaning your head on the cold window seal, a broken sob racked through your body. You're too distracted by your misery to feel the peering eyes of the people around you. You never thought this day would come but here you were, on the way back to that small yellow house that sat on the edge of town and you all dressed in black. 

You sat outside feeling the warm air on your skin. You needed a break, the house was suffocating and the people inside, just as much. They all looked at you like a beaten puppy, came up to you with condolences and stories but you didn’t want their condolences nor did you want their stories. You wanted your parents, alive and well. Again you began humming that toon, a toon your mama had always sung to you. Not blessed with a voice nearly as beautiful as hers, you stuck to humming. 

“Taking a break from the chaos?” Richey, a boy from the same neighborhood stood at the door, a warm smile resting on his lips. For the first time today you let yourself offer a genuine smile. It didn’t pain your features to wear and broke up some tension that resided in your face. “Yeah something like that.” You patted the wooden deck flooring beside you, offering him to sit. Not one to let offers hang in the air, Richey walked on over and sat beside you, your knees touching. “It’s hard looking at all their faces. The same faces that accused my mama of being a temptress and worshipping the devil.” You look out into the woods, the tree waving a friendly hello. 

“You know they ain’t mean it. I heard when your ma joined the family, the family started having some bad luck. Now correlation don’t mean no damn causation but they old and stuck in they ways.” Richey reasoned. More excuses, you’d been hearing them all day. “Yeah well, tell that to Aunty Shelly, didn’t even give her condolences for ma. She was just ramblin’ on about how dad was such a kind man and how he was looking down on me from the heavens with a smile. When I mentioned mama she practically ended the conversation there.” Kind man was often used to describe your father,  he was treated like a god amongst men as if his being with your mother was some type of charity. But kind men weren’t so kind when they were drunk. Kind men did things unforgivable like beating they daughters til they were tired or killing the family dog by kicking just a little too hard. If the heavenly gates opened to kind men like your father then God was a damn lie.

“Well don’t you be listening to Shelly. She needs to be worried about her own demons right now.” Richey said with a mischievous smile on his face. He had gossip to share and he was not a man to hold it in especially when it came to his old friend. You raise an eyebrow, curiosity written on your face. “Let me grab you a drink first.” He laughed standing up and retreating into the house. 

You couldn’t hide a smile as he returned; three beers, a large bottle of white wine, and a tall wine glass in hand. ”The story that good?” You ask as he hands you the empty white glass and sat down. “You damn right.” He replied pouring the clear liquid into the glass, a gentleman he’d always been. Popping open his beer and placing the other two behind, he started off taking a sip of the drink he had in hand. “You know Shelly’s husband. He always been a weird one, looking at married women too long, always showing up places uninvited. Well, I guess he started coming home later and later. I think one night he gon’ head and didn't come home at all. Turns out he's been cheating on Shelly for at least a year.” He paused all dramatic like, a showman he was. “But ain’t nobody surprised about that except Shelly. We been thinkin’ something was going on for a while anyways. No, the surprising part is who he was cheatin’ with” Raising his hand up high to his side, he shook his head. “I swear on God himself, he was cheating on her with a white women.” 

“With a white woman!? You sure you got that right?” You asked, shock written all over your face. “Straight from cousin Clarence' s noisy ass mouth, you know cousin Clarence got a mouth bigger than the Mississippi river. But he aint ever lie. Lying ain’t in his blood.” You laughed, the humor not lost on you in the moment. It was true Clarence was a lot of things but a liar just wasn’t one of them. 

The two of you talked till the sun dropped low. Everyone already far past gone leaving their condolences and giving hugs as they went. Three empty bottles sat on the porch, your wine bottle half empty. “Why don't you have yourself a woman yet?” You ask, head turned towards the man that had sat next to you for hours. “It’s weird you got some secret you keepin’? You a monster or something.” You joked. He chuckled warmed by your joke

“No it’s just… Well, this girl I’ve been into, boy, is she dense when it comes to matters of the heart.” A smile plastered on his face as he looked at the sky. The moon threatens to make its appearance known. “Dense like you wouldn’t believe it.” 

“If she is so dense , why don’t you come out and say it?” He paused for a moment as if taking your question into consideration. He opened his mouth but stopped short thinking better of it. Letting a deep sigh out, Richey stood up to his full height. “Guess I’m a coward when it comes to matters of the heart.” You shake your head at the statement. “You two sound perfect for each other.” You joke not realizing your words struck hard with him. Holding deep eye contact with you, Richey nodded. “Well yeah I’d like to think that at least.” The moment hung in the air, the world seemingly standing still. It was weird, you didn't like it. Clearing his throat Richey broke the silence. “I'm gon’ head on home, let the animals on out. I’ll see you around, okay?” You smile, waving him off. “I’ll see you in town.” You spoke. “Hope so.” His words were a whisper not quite meant for you to hear. You watched for a while as he walked. Watched as he got smaller and smaller as he moved further and further away. With each step he took the more alone you felt til he was completely gone out of sight. The moon was now proudly shining down on you. Letting out a deep sign you moved to your feet the black dress you wore dancing in the wind. You turned towards the front of the house, the radiant red door looking back at you as if daring you open it. 

“Excuse me.” Almost giving yourself whiplash you whipped around, the voice startling you. “This be the funeral for Alberta, right? ” You blink, not used to people using your mama’s real name. “Uhm … not exactly.” The man stood there, a kind smile sitting on his features. His warm blue eyes shining in the night. “What’s that mean?” He asked eyes lingering on you, his voice was like honey, thick, smooth. “It means if you wanted to be at the funeral you should’ve come earlier. Funerals long since been over.” You replied, an uneasy feeling settling in your gut. You’d never seen this man before but like a distant dream he looked so familiar. “Besides, my ma ain’t know, no white folks.” He put a hand to his chest as if offended. “I know I ain’t get mentioned much but me and Alberta go a ways back.” You shake your head, was this guy fucking with you? 

“Now I would never claim to be a genius but you're what? Maybe a few years older than me. You and my ma can't possibly go all that far back.” You snap. “Maybe time’s been kind to me.” He smiled. “Time ain't that kind to anyone.” You retort, now leaning on one of the pillars of the porch, arms crossed as if guarding yourself. Kissing his teeth he smiled but this smile felt dark, unnerving it didn’t reach his eyes. “And how do I prove it to you, honey?” Honey, the word pulled on your heart strings made you wonder what more he’d call you if given the chance. Shaking your head as if you were shaking the thought away you looked to the man again. “No idea, not my problem.” You held on strong. 

Tapping his lip as if thinking Remmick knew exactly how he’d convince little Y/n. He’s been watching you all these years of course he did. He just happened to have a bad habit of playing with his food. “What if I sing that song your ma was so fond of. Oh how does it go?” Beginning to hum the start of the song Remmick was seconds away from singing the first note before you stopped him. “Dont.. don’t you dare.” Your words were pained, panicked. You had held it together so well and you’d be damned if you broke down here in front of this white man. “I believe you.” 

“I don’t know what you want but you're free to come in. There’s no bodies, just urns. Police said their bodies were too mangled, would’ve been a sad sight.” You said turning your back to the man, the oppressive red door standing in your way once again. Sighing you pushed open the door allowing the strange man to follow you inside. “Thank you darlin’, it’s so much easier this way.” He said as he walked by. You didn’t understand what he meant by that but you didn’t ask questions either. Simply walked off to the kitchen where the suffocating atmosphere of the house was at its weakest. Sitting yourself up on the counter you’d hope he wouldn’t stay long. You closed your eyes a moment, just attempting to breathe. 

You couldn’t stay here. As soon as your special guest left you’d leave too. Get as far away from this place as you could, sell the house even. It needed to be a distant memory. 

Typical, you were running away, running away just like you did last time. Leaving your mom to suffer at the helm of the abuse, you were a coward. Maybe if you hadn’t ran away your mom at the very least would be alive. 

Finally opening your eyes you were met with eyes peering back at you. You jumped back, you didn’t hear him come into the kitchen nor did you hear his footsteps stop directly in front of you. Your heart was pounding beating at your chest like it’d jump out. “Jesus Christ, don’t fucking do that!” Your voice clearly raised past its normal calm tempo. “Sorry darling didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to chit chat. I'm all done paying my respects.” “Chit chat about what?” You asked leaping off the counter. Remmick had you boxed in his arms station on both sides of you. The distance between the two of you practically nonexistent, you could feel his breath on your skin. His cologne of honey and pine filling your nostrils. Maybe it was the wine but he didn’t look half bad, handsome even. 

If I were to write an interview with the vampire x Sinner fanfic would I go with the more rule heavy movie Sinners or with the very lax we are what we are Interview with the vampire?

My brain is fried so another sneak peak on something I'm cooking, its extremely under cooked (and who tf knows if I'll actually finish it) but I got a serial killer one shot coming so please just give me time to lock back in 😭

You sat at the threshold of your door, your legs crossed, a worn old book resting against them. Your eyes traveled the page, slowly you flip the thin white paper. The book didn’t interest you, not one bit but it was the only way to pass the time as you waited for your favored nightly guest. It was chilly tonight, the cold air lightly dancing on your skin in a feeble attempt to blow you away. 

“You know sitting like that ain’t much good for your posture.” Remmick said commenting on your hunched over posture, your back bent as you flipped through the book in your lap. You didn’t so much as offer a glance. “Lovely seeing you too Remmick” You commented. Eyes never leaving the page, a brave poker face pressed into your features. Remmick smiled, his name on your lips sounded so sweet. “You actin’ the maggot? What's with the cold shoulder?” Remmick asked, his eyebrows knitted. 

“Maybe I'm bored of you.” You reply, short, cold. Remmick laughed, a smirk brushing his features.  “If I bored you, you wouldn’t be sittin’ all nice n’ pretty with your door wide open.” He smirked, eyes lingering. “You like tempting me. Like the way I watch, the way I beg.”  You scoffed, gifting an obvious eye roll in return before going back to your book. 

Remmick x Reader

You kept your body still as you laid in the dirt. Your body heat long since melted the snow that once resided underneath you now a gross sloshy mass of mud crudely embedding itself into your white winter coat. Still you didn’t much seem to mind, far too focused on making sure you’d have a good and proper meal for the coming nights. Through the scope of your rifle you looked out into the forest, waiting for something, anything. You didn’t mind the time it took, patience being a skill your father had long since drummed into you. 

Using the rifle and the moonlight you steadily peered around, the point of your rifle following each motion, slowly it swayed with your hand movement. For a while you saw nothing, just the white snow that went on and on for miles but then you saw it. Footprints lightly pressed into the snow, you smile. The prints belong to deer, just what you needed. At once you silence your breath, a fear that even the smallest of uncontrolled wind would travel the distance and frighten away your meal ticket. Following the tracks, your eyes landing on the deer. Head hanging low it was eating at a snow covered bush, picking the last of the berries off. 

The sight was nice, it warmed you, yet you had to bring an end to it. Frostbitten fingers rested on the trigger. You take a sharp breath as you began counting in your head. ‘1… 2… 3…’  You squeezed the trigger tight, a low boom bursting from the gun as the bullet sizzled through the air before making impact. “Fuck!” You groan seeing where the bullet hit, you had shot just shy of hitting the lungs. The shot, still deadly but it meant you'd be giving chase. The deer bolted, swift and with purpose, a trail of blood following after, staining the once untouched white snow. It looked to have fled left. “Fucking bullshit.” You groan, pushing yourself off the ground before quickly finding balance on your feet. Swiftly you snatched your rifle and slipped the strap over your shoulder before trudging down the hill. The cold air slapping you in the face with each step. Your ears felt crisp, they strung. Your nose runny, the affects of hours of being out in the cold creeping up steadily, all the while numbness threatening to take over your smaller appendages - your fingers, lips, whatever it could sink its teeth into. You shutter even beneath your heavy winter hunting coat. You had to make this quick. 

Reaching the clearing where you had last seen the deer, your eyes immediately spotted the deep crimson trail. Hurried hooves prints ruining the snow lead left, just as you suspected. Tilting your head you wonder if your eyes were deceiving you. A smaller set of hooves looked to be following after the larger ones. You hadn’t seen a baby fawn through your scope but that didn’t mean you hadn’t missed it. You moved on, the blistering cold wind reminding you that you needed to be quick. 

Torn between my heart and brain I must consult my dick.

Sub!Remmick x Reader

I needed some Sub! Remmick in my life so I am here to fulfill my own personal needs. I'll be honest I gave up at the end but I hope it's still enjoyable!

Warnings -  dead dove do not eat, Gore, Smut, blood, a little more intense than just knife play, ect, ect

Remmicks eyes were half lidded, dark. A healthy layer of lust clouding over them. The desperation was practically oozing through his pores, a thin layer of sweat coding his white skin. His dick stood tall, at ease. Pre cum dripping from his sensitive tip, the mere closeness to you being enough to force his body to react. 

You sat just below his groin, your legs bent in a w position, each leg stationed on a side of his torso. His dick resting on your bare tummy. His hands were handcuffed to the steel headboard, the handcuffs made from pure silver, specially made just for him. They dug deep into his wrist, tightened to a cruel degree. At the crossroad where skin met cuffs, the pale white skin was becoming red and irritated, small droplets of blood sliding down his wrist. “Fuck darlin’.” He whispered his breath hot and heavy. When he was like this you were in control. 

In your hand you held a sharpened pocket knife. Slowly, agonizingly, you took your time dragging it against the bare skin, lightly grazing the sensitive skin. In reaction a soft groan escaped the lips of your lover. “Baby.” His eyes stared into yours, the southern, irish lilt making itself known. He was pleading, begging. He wanted you, needed you. Now. Putting light pressure against the knife, you watched as a thin red line followed the movement of the blade. The skin parted ever slow, dark red liquid seeping out onto the white bed sheets. Remmick allowed a discheviled moan to escape past his lip. He hated how you started slow, it drove him crazy, starting with those tiny cuts. He wanted you to ruin him, then fuck yourself rough while he picked up the pieces.

 “Deeper.” Tsking at the man becoming undone you smile, your naked body kissed by the moonlight that bled in through the windows. Waving a brown finger in your lover's face, you smile. “Patience is a virtue you should have long since learned.” Leaning down you started to kiss at his neck, sucking and biting at the skin. Allowing yourself to leave all sorts of love bites. The colors were tantalizing, varying from bruise purple to a lavish pinkish red, his skin burning to remember your touch. Bucking his lower half upwards Remmick dick was itching for your warmth. Warmth you wouldn’t let him receive till the very end. “Keep those hips under control. I didn’t say you could move yet.” You whispered into the shell of his ear. Your words make his cock twitch. “The things you do to me.” He cooed, his love for you more and more apparent with every word, not that you ever doubted it. You sat up, knife gripped in your hand.

Bringing the blade up to his breast bone you firmly dragged the knife down. Only stopping when you could no longer feel the solid support of the bone. The wound splitting open, parting like the red sea’s. The bone once hidden by untouched white skin, now uncovered, a layer of skin, fat, and muscle peeled back, an ocean of blood housing the untouched bone.  Your eyes found Remmick’s, he was in awe, his mouth agape. Looming over him, you could only smile. Placing down the knife beside your lover's head you slowly pushed your hand into the wound, the echoes of flesh tearing filled the room. A roaring howl leaving the man beneath you. His breathing uneven, his dick was throbbing. He started fighting against the handcuffs. With each violent thrash they dug deeper into his wrist. Cutting into veins, ligaments and muscles. Blood was rapidly seeping down his wrist and onto the bed sheets. Staining the once perfect white covers. His wrist was a mess of gore, the handcuffs now halfway embedded into the skin, only stopped by the bone. His fingers twitch uncontrollably, muscles and ligaments proudly on display. Still you ignored Remmicks tantrum. Reaching for the knife you placed by his head you pulled it close and licked at the red ichor, a bad decision, a mistake. 

“Fuck.” You growl as blood starts dripping from your mouth. The metallic iron quickly overwhelmed your taste buds, the pain sharp. It wasn’t a deep wound nor anything to write home about, but still cutting your tongue wasn’t the intended action. Remmick's reaction was swift, you almost didn’t catch it, like a predator looking at his prey, his eyes dilated and the calm blue eyes you knew were gone, replaced with violent red ones. You smiled, sweet, playful. “Want some?” You asked. Leaning down ever so close, your hand resting on the gaping wound on his chest. Nodding his head, Remmicks eyes never left the dark liquid that was dripping down your lips. 

Pressing your lips onto his, he was quick to fight for control. He was eager to explore your bloodied mouth. Softly,  he bit and sucked on the wet organ trying to drain all the blood he could manage, while the sloppy kiss lasted. Once the well of blood had been all dried out, he shoved his tongue further down your throat, the need to explore the warm wet cave becoming all consuming. Breaking the kiss your chest was heaving the lack of oxygen not being a problem for the dead man but certainly a problem for you. Again you felt his dick, firm as a rock against your tummy. It was begging for attention, neglected far too long. 

“Please lass, I've been good” Desperation gripping his words, his breath was heavy and rushed. White cream leaked from his tip. You bite your lip, the sight before you, intoxicating. “Beg more.” You cooed, one hand holding the knife the other grabbing hold of his man's manhood. You began stroking deliberate, slow. The pace bringing no satisfaction, Remmick whimpered. His hips bucking into your hand trying to create more friction. Putting an end to that quick you stabbed the knife down into his thigh, pinning it to the bed, a warning. “Beg!” You repeated. 

“I want you, I need you… Please sugar.” You smile, lowering yourself to kiss the head of his penis. “Of course baby.” Spitting on the appendage, you use it as lube. Moving your hand up and down in a steady rhythm, it didn’t take long for Remmick to reach his edge. “I'm so close, lass.” He groaned. 

“Not yet, baby. I want you in me.” Taking no time to ready yourself, you lined your cunt with his cock and allowed it to fill you up, a wince left your lips. The intrusion hurt but you kept a steady pace moving your body up and down until you could feel his sweet release. “Perfect you’re fucking perfect.” Remmick gasped. Ropes of cum spoiling your cunt. Your chest was heavy, your breathing unregulated.

You had no time to think before Remmick's hands were free, the silver handcuffs had degloved both his hands. The flesh was gone the muscles and ligaments were exposed and yet, he had no difficulty flipped you onto your back. A predatory smile residing on his features.

Remmick x reader

I posted the snippet earlier this week this is the finished product!

Warning - Dead dove do not eat, Gore, Noncon/smut, this is a rough read so you have been warned, probably not my best written smut if I'm honest

Stupid, pathetic, maybe even… desperate. The words described you well enough, wouldn’t you say? A lonely girl with nothing better to do than throw her life away. You do this because you think you're special, you think you're destined for greatness, You think one day you're gonna wake up and be the main character but you aren't. I mean how could you when you’re not even the main character of your own story. You aren't special, you aren’t destined for greatness. The only thing you're truly destined for is to die in this forest. Body broken and mangled while he loomed over you. 

It was clear you were going to die here. No way you get out of this, worst yet you could see the white walls of the house where you grew up in, the soft porch light admitting a warm welcoming glow. If you could have run a few more feet you'd be home safe. But you were just shy of that and he revelled in that. Walking circles around you like a wolf who had just cornered his prey. You hadn't even known what you'd done wrong. What made you deserving of this treatment but it didn’t matter, not anymore. 

Your leg was broken, the bone splintered in half, a jagged end poking out through the skin where your knee was meant to be. Blood leaking down the wound onto the forest floor. Your left arm was gone, ripped apart. The only evidence of it ever being there being the blood and tendons that leaked out of your bicep. The pain was unbearable, indescribable it ached everywhere. You could do nothing but cry and scream. Even your stomach suffered some blows, a large laceration planted diagonally through your chest, your internal organs threatening to spill out. The palm of your right hand was degloved, a sea of red covering the skin that was once there, tendons and muscle clearly on display for you to see. If you’d looked long enough you’d even be able to see the muscles moving, slow and concise. 

Grabbing you by your hair you were lifted from the ground and pressed into the cruel bark of a tree. A screech moved past your lips as broken body parts started to move and bend. “I told you, didn't I? That we’d make sweet sweet music together.” He pressed his mouth against your ear, hot breath assaulting your skin. “I ain’t say how but you were so eager… I ain’t wanna spoil the surprise for ya.” Using his body to keep you stationed against the tree Remmick started to fiddle with his belt. Taking his time to remove it, his eyes stayed stationed on you. Red like an amber sea and teeth glistening in the moonlight, it had been ages since Remmick had played with his food to this degree. Kissing your neck, Remmick allowed his pants to fall to his ankles, his cock in hand. 

“Please, you don't have to do this.” You cried, the cherry colored fluids dripping from your lips onto his chest. Remmick smiled, a smile he often did. It was mocking, cruel and yet the smile looked almost kind… almost. “I know little dove. ” Remmick wasted no time lining himself with your cunt. Pressing his body further onto you, you heard the sound of something stabbing into fresh. It was your bone piercing into his stomach. “Fuck.” He moaned. “You get me all hot and bothered looking like this.” Your gored body turning him on. He was disgusting, a freak of nature. Slamming himself inside you, Remmick gave you no time to prepare before setting the tempo, thrusting at a rough and savage pace. Remmick paid no attention to the bone that pierced his flesh with every thrust. Blood leaking down the wound he had created. Moving his hand down your body Remmick started to play with your clit. The rough circular motions pressed into your skin. You were in pain, your body was aching, the wounds burned and yet your body still reacted to the orgasm forced onto you by him. Your nails digging into his shoulder as you held onto him . You were trembling beneath him, breathing heavy, eyes half lidded. The blood loss was going to catch up with you, soon rather than later. “Fuck.” He groaned, his breathing uneven and his thrust getting impossibly quicker. “Don’t die yet darlin’ I'm almost there.” He whispered in your ear. “There ain’t no God above but if there was he made you just for me.” Soon his thrust started to stutter and slow, his nails began to dig into your skin creating new wounds on your broken body. A groan leaves his lips as he releases all his love and affection into you, the white liquid carrying a red tint to it. Not quite ready to pull himself out of you Remmick thrusted a couple more times making sure that you were filled with every last drop of his cum. 

Has the sinner discourse been quenched yet, y'all scaring me? I wanna start doing the real problematic ships but if y'all still losing y'all shit I'll wait.

Remmick x Reader

 Holy crap I felt like I was writing interview with a vampire with the amount of dialogue and recounted there is in this. Uh slow burn and you talk like a lot… 

Warning - Death, Vampires, blood, all that jazz, Dead dove (not really but part two will be) 

Part ½, possible prequel 

Bruises didn’t stick and wounds healed quick but… the memories, they were haunting. They refuse to leave, replaying in the back of your skull like a broken cassette tape. Yet you still managed to keep a smile on your face because you survived it. Even managed to kill the fucker and sever that damn connetion but in the back of your head you worry that maybe it isn’t over.  

You sat on the floor of the woods, blood dripping from your mouth, dirt staining your hands. The man before you was breathing heavily, your eyes watching as his chest rose and fell and his Adam's apple bobbed. 

“Do you think that's enough?” He asked sheepishly, sweat running down his forehead. His breath was hot and his eyes were sunken. He was tired, you had taken more than you promised. You smile, teeth shining in the moonlight.  Grabbing the blade you'd been using all night long to carve the man up, you gently wiped the metal on your dress allowing the red ichor to stain the fabric before pocketing it. Laying your back to the earth, you look to the stars. They shined down bright and friendly like an old friend. The one constant in your immortal life were those twinkling lights, people came and went, animals died, and nature often left destroyed but those pretty lights never left. Sure there were nights where it was harder to see them than others but you knew they were still there and that's what brought you comfort night after night.  “Yeah I think so.” You stated, closing your eyes and allowing the cold air to affectionately kiss at your skin. “I think I may have over done it tonight.”

“I think so too.” Louis grimaced in pain as he laid next to you. His eyes running up and down your body, looking for something, anything that was out of place and would point to the monster he believed you to be. The longer his eyes looked the more his mind drifted to the conclusion that there was nothing out of the ordinary about you, you had no tells. And that, well that wasn’t okay. It put him on edge, his skin crawled and tiny goosebumps would materialize on his brown skin. Just the thought that he couldn’t tell your kind apart from his kind frightened him but still he said nothing. “You know it’s been three years since you smashed into me and my sister's life like battering ram. And still you ain’t very forthcoming about yourself.” He pauses looking to you for a reaction that wouldn’t come. “It ain’t fair you know.” 

Another snippet and yes the dove is dead and try not eat it.

Warnings - Gore, Child death, death, Dead dove things and stuff

It was a horrific scene that was sitting before you. The two babies you had raised laid within their own gore. Throats ripped out and terrified sunken eyes looking back at you. You didn't want to look but you couldn’t rip your eyes away from the scene before you. Your baby girl got it the worst, her body protectively lying in front of her baby brother. Her organs were pouring out of her tummy and her face was hardly recognizable with the amount of lacerations that were ingrained in her once perfectly soft skin. One of her beautiful golden brown eyes hung out of its socket, an arm outstretched as if reaching out for her mommy who wasn’t there. You could only imagine the fear that ran through her tiny body before she died. A loud mourningful sob escaped your mouth. You were shaking uncontrollably as you fell to your knees. You reach your hands out wanting to comfort the gore that was your baby girl. You stopped just short as your eyes traveled to your baby boy, only 6. The sight wasn’t much better, his throat was torn apart, his head struggling to stay attached to his body. Only some ligaments and skin fighting to keep it all together. You opened your mouth to speak only for a sorrowful gasp to leave your mouth, an ocean couldn't compare to the tears leaving your body.

Scooping up your children you laid on the floor cradling them.The red almost black liquid quickly spreading onto the fabric of your evening dress. “Mommys here now.” You cried but it was far too late for those words to mean a damn thing. 

I have fallen for another mediocre white man. My lesbianism is quaking. Super small snippet because I don't finish shit.

Warnings: It's kind of mean, blood if you squint, the doves are dead and they certainly aren't eating tonight!