Trying to be a writer

— [TWISTED WONDERLAND]

— Incorrect Scarabia

— The "fuckboy" thing

— Casual talks at night [Drabble | Kalim Al-Asim] 🍓

— Fun Games [Drabble | Jamil Viper]

— Polyamory Scarabia [Headcanon] 🍓| (💧)

— Casual things at night [One-Shot | Kalim Al-Asim] 🍋|🦋

— I'm not a Simp!

— [HAIKYUU]

— Bad | Toxic relationships traits [Shiratorizawa]

— Playing Among Us [Shiratorizawa]

— Playing Among Us [Aoba Johsai]

— Semi Eita Headcanons

— Bedroom Stuff [Shiratorizawa] 🍋

— SemiShira [Thoughts | Drabble] 💧

— [TOKYO REVENGERS]

— Kokos taste in Women [Headcanon]

— Found you on the internet [One-Shot | KazuFuyu]

— [DIABOLIK LOVERS]

— Loving you, till death~ [One-Shot | Kanato Sakamaki] 🍋| DARK

— Late night talks [One-Shot | Kanato Sakamaki] 🦋|💧

— Lingerie [One-Shot | Kanato Sakamaki] 🍓

— Female Headcanons [Headcanons | Azusa & Kanato] 🍓

— The Nippelpiercings [Headcanons | Azusa & Kanato]

— Make it tight [One-Shot | Fem! Kanato Sakamaki]

“No No No No No No”

“You've been repeating that word since ten minutes Benjamin~” 

“And I will repeat it even longer! What-? Why-.. Is this a joke?!”, the blond asked, grabbing his hair and walking around in the small room he owned at the mansion.

“I always thought you don't take me seriously, but am I really just a joke to you?”, the question was asked with heavy sarcasm, which ticked Ben off even more. His eyes tried to look for a solution, something that could make this whole situation stop, but his eyes landed on the other every time. And the entity watched him. Sitting in the big chair, that was pushed away from the desk, leaning back and following Ben's movement with their eyes.

“I thought you would be happy to see me again. After all it's been some years~”

“... I see you enough in my dreams..” 

“Didn't know you thought about me in that way” the satisfying grin big and heavy, knowing exactly that the blond was referring to nightmares and little "visits" from the entity. 

“What do you want here B.E.N?!” 

“I would love to tell you that, little one, but I don't know. One moment I was arguing with the others about the next step and then I was here. But I don't mind, now I can finally get a better look on what you are doing~” 

“You need to leave”, was Ben's fast and hectic response. It was a danger to have the network around on a normal day but here? Even five minutes was too much! Everything could go wrong! All of Ben's achievements could go to ruin! 

“I tried. Believe me, I don't want to stay in a place full of brainless idiots myself, but apparently something decided that I should be here” 

“Then hide or something!” 

"Why so nervous?~ Afraid your little facade will slip?” 

Ben swallowed.

“Really impressed you made it that far, didn't think you had it in you”, it was said lowly. A dangerous hint to it, that was shortly overpowered by an almost happy jump to get out of the chair.

“But more importantly!~”, B.E.N started and walked in the blond's direction. Stopped right before him and leaned in just a little more.

“Did you design that yourself? It looks good~”, they began and tilted their head a little. Taking in the facial features, the hairstrands and the overall appearance Ben had.

“Looks even idiot proof~ Were you so tired of your hair getting darker and darker again? I like the blond, looks good with those spooky eyes~ But I miss the marks.. I liked them, they made you so unique~” 

“.. I like my looks as they are”

"Oh, sure you do. You almost look like a pretty boy. People could even like you~” 

It was a sharp but quick pain that went through Ben with those words, but he ignored them as best as he could. After all, he was more than used to the antics of the entity. 

“You need to leave..” 

“Like I said, I tried. Didn't work” 

“Then try harder!”

“You sound so desperate to get rid of me”, the network said, giving a sigh and turned away. 

“And here I thought you would like to spend some time with me again!”, they were clearly annoyed. 

“But I guess no. Tzzz.. from all I know about this place from you there should be some less idiotic people around, or at least someone that could help with getting rid of me or so. So let's go” it was a decision made without waiting for approval and even before Ben could grab the entity and stop them from walking out of the room. Leaving the room, right into the rest of this hellhouse. 

Ben prayed they would come across no one and that he could die a second time.

With quick steps and a nervous tick in his eyes, he followed. Looking around to avoid any other of the house residents and it seemed to work pretty well. Ben had heard a few of them inside their own rooms and despite passing Sally, the young girl didn't seem bothered by the entity. She greeted them and walked off to where she was heading. 

While walking and panicking Ben tried to think about who they should ask. At first he was pretty sure that Slenderman would have an answer, from entity to entity, but then Ben started to doubt it. If Slenderman would get to know about the whole situation, the chance of Ben getting kicked out was pretty high in his mind. Masky and Hoodie would give the least fucks about the situation but would probably not have an idea to fix it either. Eyeless Jack? Not the type to actually help with this kind of stuff. 

Ben would ask himself, because who could help better getting rid of an cyber-network-entity than a cyper-ghost but he was absolutely idealess. Asking him to find a way to get rid of B.E.N seemed as if you would ask a human to get rid of god. 

“This place is really a mess”, was what the blond heard from time to time and just waved it away. He was at a dead end. It couldn't get worse right?

Ben totally forgot what kind of mansion he was in. 

“You have to swing it with bo- with both hands”

“Why? I don't see you swinging yours with both hands, would be pretty stupid while having two!”

“Because they are small and usable with one hand each” 

“Having both hands busy is bullshit! Use one hand, then you can hold or defend yourself with the other dickhead” 

The blond froze. Perfect. The only corridor that had no escape and they were straight up heading towards others. Not to mention, two of the people he would like not to meet right now! 

“What is this conversation about?”, the entity asked and looked at Ben, before the blond grabbed their arm.

“We are turning around”

“Do we?”

“Yes-!”

“Your pretty face doesn't make you more convincing~”, was all B.E.N said before they got their arm free and walked further. It didn't take long before the talking people came into sight and their talking even stopped. The black haired killer turned his head around the second he saw something in the corner of his eyes, looking straight at the green haired entity, which already smiled at him, as if they knew each other. 

“Who the fuck is that?”, Jeff asked into the room. More addressed to Toby, who was beside him, than at the entity itself.

“Never seen”, was the short answer he got from the brunette. Unamused by the dead-eyed but still smiling look the entity was giving Jeff, the killer felt his nerves get thinner and thinner. And when he wanted to speak up, the intruder turned their head around into the corridor, which was a little out of sight for the other two.

“Is this the ugly one you talked about Ben?”, the smile turned into a grin, as they watched how the blond clearly lost more and more color. Ben hoped he wouldn't be discovered and the entity had ruined everything. Even made him sound like an asshole! He called Jeff many names, yes, but he never went for the appearance! That was weak and cheap. There was so much more to insult about the psychopath. 

With quick steps and almost a jump to shut the entity up, Ben got to the others. Pressing his hand against their mouth and turning his head to the other two.

“I never said that!”, he made clear, giving an annoyed sound as his hand was pulled away.

“Oh right, you said something around the lines of a delusional wannabe monster. Ugly is just my interpretation” 

“Excuse you?!”, Jeff got closer fast. Pushing the blond elf to the side and grabbing the collar of the entity. 

“Wanna repeat that?!”

“Who is thi- Who is this idiot?”, was asked by Toby, who got a little closer. Watching the scenery and waiting a little for more to happen. Ben did the same, but with more frustration and panic in his eyes. 

“This- This is a frien-” 

“I am Ben” 

That was the one sentence the blond didn't want to hear from the entity. 

“Or more like B.E.N, but it comes to the same~ I am him, so get your filthy human hands off me”, the entity spoke further and placed their hand on Jeff's wrist. Not breaking the grin. It was just a short moment of visual confusion on Jeff's face but it was used nonetheless. The entity got free from his grip and walked a few steps to stand behind Ben again, leaning a little onto the blond before placing their hands on his shoulders.

“And this is my favourite plaything~” 

“What-?!”, it was a loud scream, followed by a punch at the wall and for a moment Ben flinched even, then he gave a nervous grin and started playing with the hem of his tunic. Sweaty hands as he tried to understand, if this situation was going to be his end or not.

“You didn't lie, he is really an impulsive one”, the green haired entity said and crossed their arms. Watching the smiling killer in front of them.

“You have some explaining to do Ben”, Toby mentioned with a raised brow and leaned against the wall. His eyes fixed on the intruder. 

“Well.. this is a little hard to explain- First of all I didn't even thought I would ever have to!”, the ghost began and threw his head a little from side to side.

“Should I be mad?~”

“You- Shut up.. please-?”, he only got a sly grin from the entity. 

“What did this asshole mean, with, he is you?”, Jeff asked, not really amused by the new one. The face pissed him off already, the behavior was shitty and how they talked made it worse. Perfect example of a waste of space in Jeff's eyes.

“.. Okay so maybe there is a lot to unpack here!”, the blond started again and still tried to figure out how to handle the situation. Somewhere he was still in shock about the sudden appearance of the network inside his room, explaining that they couldn't leave again. Fuck that! Ben was glad to have some free space from the entity and now it should live inside the mansion? Fuck no! He made friends here. He got accepted by others. No way he was gonna let that maniac take all of that from him, just by existing! Also, with B.E.N being here and the others wanting an explanation..  Ben had to tell them the truth now. Especially after the entity said something so disrespectful! He had to tell them that what they knew about him wasn’t exactly the truth.

He was a fraud. A liar. A cheater. He was a terrible person. 

He needed to tell them or B.E.N would do it.

Ben's eyes stared at the floor in front of him, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't make him look like an asshole. Something that would sound logical and not like he borrowed someone's plums. Maybe just a little lie that would make all of this seem more funny than pathetic. 

“Soooo.. I told you guys about the moonchildren and all that?” 

“Wow, you wanna start there? I thought you would make it quick Benjamin~” 

“This is hard for me, okay?!”, the blond yelled and looked at the network beside him. Trying his hardest to look relaxed and not at the edge of his mental stability. But only seeing this smile, he knew that B.E.N knew how panicked he was deep down. How could they not? They probably felt it in some file of data in their head! 

Why did he have to do that? Why was an explanation needed? Couldn't the others just accept it and leave him be?! 

The annoyed tabbing of Jeff's fingers wasn't making anything easier! And somehow the usually so loud mansion seemed too quiet at this moment. Like the walls, the floor and everyone in this house was waiting for Ben to explain himself. 

“They are.. It's more of a-” 

“Oh wow- this is some sick green hair!~ Who is this?”, Nina walked past the others, taking her time looking at the entity and walking around them, amazed by the flawless haircolor.

“Apperantly that is Ben”, Toby answered her and saw how her face looked back in confusion. Then she looked at Ben, back at the entity and back at Ben.

“But he is right here- You wanna tell me he programmed something to play around with?” 

“Somewhere it's the other way around I think~”, the entity answered and gained a really angry stab in the side from Ben. 

“It's not the time for you chitty chatty and “ohhh guess what~?” stuff Ben! What is going on here?” 

The blonde swallowed hard, looking forth and back between the people around him and he felt how it all started to boil inside of him. How the truth wanted to come out and spill into the floor. Maybe he could drown in his own shame afterwards. 

“Come one~ Tell them, I really wanna see how they react~”, it was more of a whisper spoken in Ben's ear and he hated how familiar and calming the voice of the network seemed to him. 

“I.. So this whole thing..-” 

“Spit it out already dipshit!” 

“I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!” his breath heavy, chest rising and falling with it. 

“None of the things!”, he continued, feeling his cheeks getting wet but too worked up to actually care.

“All of the fucking things that happened and you know about me being an evil sociopath was them! All that shit with Alex?! Them! The whole world Virus thing?! Them!” 

“What do you mean-?”, Nina asked a little confused. She had seen the blond act terrible and all, doing things that suited the story around him. So why was he saying that?

“What does it mean?! That I'm just the face of a story, in which I'm the most irrelevant character!”, Ben shouted at her, looking around again. His breath still heavy, his eyes being unfocused and not taking a break from shaking. Tears running down his face and with each word, the panicked smile got wider.

“You know what I did in all of this..? You know what I did while all of that shit was happening?!”, pointing at himself, as to make clear who he was talking about, he took a step forward.

“I begged to be rescued! Yes I wanted to live inside my favourite game! Yes they drowned me and made me lose trust in every human being! And oh yes I wanted revenge.. But all I did was cry and hoped someone would save me.. That this endless three-day-cycle would end me finally!”, his shoulders trembled, his whole body seemed as if it was about to break down. That something was breaking free from the inside and for Ben it was years of silence and false attention.

“But then it happened! Someone broke the cycle and how much I wish it never happened! There was all of this attention and fear of me and appreciation for stuff I never did! I found you guys and you all thought I was some manic, sociopathic killer… So I had to be, right?”, the tears got more and more. Streaming down his face, covering it more and more in red. 

“I had to kill that pathetic, whiney bitch that I am! Because I needed to be someone else, right?! I needed to become that fucked up network that kept me alive!”, with wide open eyes he looked at Jeff, who seemed a bit taken back by the shorter's tantrum. Ben normally wasn't the screaming type.

“Do you even know how hard it was to kill someone!?”, Ben looked around.

“Does any of you know how hard it was to kill someone and act like I had fun while doing it! To act like I enjoyed watching this girl slit her throat because I tortured her that much mentally?! But it was expected from me to have fun with that!”, he ripped at his hair, trying to calm his breathing which just made it worse. 

“And I couldn't stop at one and hope all of you would just accept it, No no no~.. So I did it again.. and again.. and again!... It was the 23rd time when I felt something inside of me actually enjoying it and I was so proud. I remember telling you guys about that guy and oh lord.. you didn't care, because for you this was normal, for you this was nothing new coming from me..! And with the looks on your faces I must be such a great actor! Because none of you thought I was faking at any time!” 

There was silence for a few moments. A helpless laugh came from Ben, before he swung his arms around as if he was presenting the beginning of a theatrical act.

“And now you know the deep, dark secret of Ben Drowned! I drowned! And nothing more!”, he gave a panicked and choked laugh, turned around to the network, which smiled at him oh so proudly.

They had watched every second of it, as if it was their favorite movie. Burning Ben's expressions into their brain. Never letting go of them.

“And you.. You were sitting in my head all of the time. Watched what I did, watched how I tried to fit in… and you were so proud! You were so proud to see me killing those people! Like a plaything you watch until it breaks! … And god did I wish I'll break.. just to stop playing a role that I never was..”, his voice got quieter, shook more and then there was a muffled cry. It was a miracle that his legs kept him upright. That his body was still standing and not breaking down.

The others still stood there, watched how the blond slowly but surely came back to his normal breathing, and they didn't know what to say. It was much information and in some way it felt unreal. They've seen Ben. They've spent a lot of time with the blond elf and now everything should be a lie? 

“I tell you, if this is some stupid prank shithead, I really need to give it to you: that acting was good. Now tell us the real story!” Jeff was the first who spoke and despite his words, there was a little underlying tone to it. One of concern or something like that. He wasn't sure of his own words.

“What…?”, was all he got from Ben. A shaken question, in total disbelief.

“Oh wow!~ Even if you break down, they don't believe you. You must really be a shitty person Ben~”, B.E.N was amused. Seeing their little namegiver break down this much while speaking about all the truth he had hidden for so long. It was fantastic! With light steps they got closer, placed a hand on Ben's shoulder and wiped away some of the tears. Never letting the satisfied grin vanish from their lips. 

Oh how they loved the view. How beautiful that warm blood felt on their skin, leaving an almost electrical feeling. They hoped it wouldn't already end.

“Maybe you need to play this role even longer~”, they said. Soft and melodic. Feeling the body before them beginning to shake more.

“If all of this is true.. You should start an acti- acting career Ben-.. Damn. But it makes me wonder, why you didn't do anything for him?”, Toby aimed the question at the network, looking straight into their eyes, ignoring the uncanny feeling that came with it. He wasn't really sure of all of this, but he could sense that this outbreak was not from pure entertainment. Ben may play some terrible pranks but this would be a little too big. Or the blond had finally decided to fuck all of them over. 

“Simple: I don't deal with idiots as you guys are~ Also it is not my problem if humanity decided to manifest him as the villain~” B.E.N said, pulling the blond even closer to themself. The grin on their lips never disappeared. With staring eyes the network watched as Toby tried to make sense of their words. Either the brunette was at a loss of words or he didn't care enough to ask further. But B.E.N thought that it was most likely the second option. The damage had been done, so what should the other do? Get revenge for someone who is probably not even close enough to know their real name? No~ Nonetheless, it was clear to see how those eyes scanned over Ben and still decided if Toby should trust the blond. He was unsure, that was clear to see, clear to get from his slight body language. But he was even more sceptical of B.E.N and that tiny look Toby was giving them? Ohhh~ The entity knew why they loved to watch human behaviour. It was cinematic! Entertaining in the best way possible!

Just in the corner of B.E.N’s eye they could see how Nina was clearly trying to figure out the whole situation. The girl was opening her mouth to say something, just to shut it again. With the way she was picking at her bottom lip it was obvious that she wasn't sure what to say. If she would even find the right words. The entity hoped she would say something. Probably letting out a bunch of gibberish that should at the very best sound like some words. 

And even though she seemed to be the one to be the most away from getting into the situation, she showed more than the others, that she understood what happened. Nina didn't question the truthfulness of Ben's breakdown, she had listened. Had heard the pain behind every word. And that made it even harder for her to give a speech about it. To say something that wouldn't make the situation worse in the end! 

“Whatever! Don't care if this shit is true or not, we already have one Ben and that's terrible enough, so you can fuck off!”, Jeff said annoyed, trying to grab for the blond. He wasn't having this shit anymore. Liar one way or another, Ben was part of this mansion and he absolutely hated the other one. The blond elf was annoying and a total shithead, but at least they could talk and have some funny moments together. This green haired thing seemed like a total asshole. And not the good sort. Just by looking at the entity Jeff felt rage come up in himself. That stupid grin, as if they knew so much better about everything. The way they talked, the way they placed their hands on the blond, the way they watched every step someone took. It pissed Jeff off! People like that were the first to betray and backstab you for their own good. 

In this house full of killers, monsters, non-human species and overall terrible people, Jeff didn't want to have such an asshole around.

When he was close to touching the green fabric, the elf was pulled closer to the entity.

“Oh, then you wouldn't mind switching this fraud with the real one, right?~ Or are you emotionally attached to something other than yourself?”, B.E.N asked with a soft smile, letting their fingers stroke through the blond strands of Ben, keeping their eyes at Jeff. With amusement they watched as Jeff's face went from irritated to angry. 

“Or do you just don't like my face? I can change that~”, the sound of the words got lost in some almost glitchy noises, a high pitch sound that seemed to go very low way too fast. And while B.E.N was still staring into Jeff's eyes, their features changed. Green hair turned dark brown and got shorter. Dark spirals started to shimmer in a dark green, making the entity look a little more alive for a second. Face shape and height changing while the uncanny smile got a little softer for a moment. 

“Have you ever seen his real face?~”

But they didn't get an answer, just an angry gruff and a violent pull to get the blond out of their arms. They let it happen. It was reaction enough to what they had done, so they would let it pass. With a sigh and a crack of the neck they fixed their appearance again. Their eyes followed how Ben's body was roughly pulled around, making him look more like a corpse rather than a ghost.

“I think it will be fun living here~”

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Fu pressed his back against his bedroom door, his palms pressed against it as well, his eyes fixed on the bed. Directly on Hii. He was just lying there. As always. Or at least his small doll-like body was. Not moving, but his voice was loud enough to make it so in Fu's ears. After the vicious insults finally subsided and a moment of peace settled in Fu's mind, it seemed as if Hii had breathed a sigh of relief.

“Did you have fun?”

Fu hesitated. He couldn't and didn't want to answer the question, but something had to come out of his mouth or happen in his thoughts. He couldn't refuse to give Hii an answer!

“Did you have fun?!” The voice suddenly grew even louder, and Fu flinched slightly. It rang in his ears, and Fu wanted to make himself as small as possible, to merge with the door or sink into the floor.

“Y-Yes… Yes, I did…” he stammered, hoping he sounded steady. At least that his voice wouldn’t break immediately, just like his nerves.

“And what did you do? You seemed incredibly busy if you didn’t bring me back.” The accusation didn't even need to be voiced loudly. It hit exactly where it was meant to. Just as Fu was about to reply, Hii ​​pushed his way in again.

“Dare you lie to me!”

“That – I didn’t even have wanted –”

“I can hear your thoughts, you complete idiot! You were going to tell me you were just out and Jabber was doing his own thing!” Fu felt caught out, pressed himself even harder against the door, and although it wasn't locked, he couldn't open it. Fu believed Hii was the only person he could even lie to, solely out of the deep fear that his answer might not please Hii. In the end, he would come clean, but first he could try to appease Hii.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you? The way she touched you. What she said to you. It was disgusting to witness!”

“But… You… You were here and not—”

“How stupid are you, Fu? Do you really think something like distance will separate you from me?~”, Hii's mocking question came, and Fu didn't quite know what to say. He didn't believe that distance could separate him from Hii; their bond was too strong. They were too deeply intertwined. Hii was a part of Fu, and Fu was a part of Hii.

But he had to maintain the illusion of this "belief." He didn't want to confront the possibility that he might have done something that drove Hii away from him or angered him.

But he hadn't done anything wrong; he had only acted on orders and instructions! Exactly! He bore absolutely no responsibility for what had happened!

“I would have come back! But Jabber ha-”

“Don’t make excuses! You could have used your brain for once and then you would have realized that getting me back is far more important than anything else!”

Fu slowly sank down the door. The air grew thicker and his body took up too much space in the small room.

“But no~ Little Fu had to let a strange woman touch and use him! And you even liked it! How pathetic can you be?”

With each passing second, Fu pulled his legs closer, wrapped his arms around them, and tried to keep his head as low as possible. His head throbbed, and the accusations were true. Fu liked it. He liked the warmth and the kind words. Was it so bad? Did Hii hate him now?! Would he leave him?! Find a way to break up with him?! Just throw him away?!

“I… I’m sorry-”

“Look at me when you apologize!” Hii corrected him, and Fu immediately raised his head. He wasn't sure where to look, as he sensed Hii's presence throughout the room, but eventually his gaze settled somewhere above him. He was certain Hii was lurking above him, staring down at the floor. Looking down at him as if he were a small animal waiting to be shot by a hunter.

"I'm sorry!"

Shortly after, Fu noticed a warmth on his cheek. Not the cozy warmth he'd felt earlier that day; it was a burning one. The kind that could burn your skin off, but Fu leaned into it nonetheless. It was a good warmth. It was Hii's warmth, or at least that's what Fu always told himself. For a moment, it felt as if his head was even being stroked, before a sharp pain shot through his scalp. His head was pulled back, and he squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. He simply let the tears that welled up in his eyes flow.

There were many moments when Fu wished Hii had a body of his own. Then they could do more together. He could reach out to Hii when he felt lonely and do more than just hug the small doll's body. He could truly experience the touches he'd only ever sensed. He'd have someone to look into the eyes when he spoke. He could grab him and cling to him in moments like these. Maybe then people would believe him more…

But something Fu could not only sense, but feel with every nerve in his body, was how Hii was tearing through him. How he was tearing at Fu's muscles, trying to devour him whole.

“You belong to me. You are mine.” Hii whispered. He knew he didn't need to say those words aloud. After all, it was a fact. Fu belonged to him forever. The boy had given himself to him, his body and mind. No one could compete with him and their bond, and yet Hii felt a burning jealousy within him whenever Fu trusted anyone other than him. When Fu gave someone else more attention. When anyone else dared to lie in Fu's bed!

Even though he couldn't physically pin him down and lock him up, Hii ​​was certain that Fu knew exactly what he was doing every minute. Every second. He wouldn't let Fu go again.

Fu's face, increasingly flooded with tears, was slowly adorned with a faint smile. He must have looked pitiful, and despite this sight, Hii ​​never left his side. Always stayed by his side. How he longed to reach out and touch Hii's face, filled with gratitude for every touch. But he couldn't.

“Thank… Thank you very much…” he breathed into the room, hoping he could sink even deeper into the burning heat. Perhaps one day it would completely vaporize him.

“You know you only need me, don’t you, Fu?”, echoed it almost gently in Fu's head, while the warmth slowly traveled from his cheek to his neck and stopped in his chest.

“I will never leave you” These were the next words, and if Fu didn't know better, he would think Hii was leaning against his forehead as he spoke. Holding him. He closed his eyes for a moment, lost in the image of Hii squeezing him close.

Then the warmth vanished, and Fu stumbled forward in a panic, as if he could grasp the warmth and bring it back. His gaze fell upon the doll, which was still lying on his bed. With trembling limbs, he stood up and went to the bed, hesitated briefly before collapsing onto it and pressing the doll's body directly against him.

The oppressive atmosphere still lingered in the room, but it was more bearable. Less threatening. With time, the warmth spread again, burning his skin from within, enveloping his bones, and enfolding him in an embrace he would find nowhere else.

Minutes passed. Perhaps even hours. Fu didn't know, and that made him nervous. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was the warmth in his body, but he wanted to fall asleep as quickly as possible. In his dreams, he felt as if he could be closer to Hii, as if they could interact like two separate bodies. There, no one disturbed them. No one questioned anything.

Unfortunately, in some dreams Hii simply vanished, leaving Fu behind in an empty room, surrounded by his own screams. He was tormented by despair and decisions that tore at his bones.

In other dreams, they lay there, tightly entwined, and Fu felt as if their bodies were merging into one again. But it was more intense. More intimate. Fu liked thinking about these dreams, but never spoke of them aloud. His fear of being judged or made fun of was too great.

His mind was pleasantly empty, only Hii's quiet words haunted it. Promises that they would always stay together. Sweet words about how happy Hii was to be allowed to remain in Fu's body. Comments about how every inch of skin, every fiber, every nerve, and every drop of blood belonged to him.

Words that only intensified the heat in Fu's body and made the impending sleep even more terrifying.

He was just about to pull the thin blanket over his head when his bedroom door was flung open, and it seemed as if he had missed the beginning of the speech.

“…and that’s exactly why I find knocking so unnecessary, especially with you. You never open the door unless you’re told to, and then it doesn’t matter whether you want someone there or not,” Jabber said, slamming the door shut behind him before walking across the room. His path led him directly to the bed, and he pulled the covers off.

“Come on, Fu!~ Don’t leave me hanging now~,” he began to purr, climbing onto the bed, which creaked almost ominously under his weight. Grinning, he grabbed Fu’s shoulder with one hand and, with a flourish, rolled him onto his back. Jabber expected to see wide, turquoise eyes, practically begging him to just leave, which would only make his grin wider. But contrary to his expectations, he found himself staring into serious eyes, which gave him a cold stare. Jabber’s grin only grew broader.

“Ohhh?~ I knew you wouldn’t let me down, little one!~” he exclaimed joyfully, and without waiting, he activated his jinki, ready to sink his claws into the body beneath him. But before the blades could reach Fu’s body, his hand landed on Jabber’s face, forcing him backward with force. They swapped positions and tumbled off the bed. Jabber’s head hit the hard cement floor with a loud thud, and a gasp escaped his lips. His arms were quickly pinned under Fu’s knees.

“Fuck~ You don’t wait a second, do you?~”

“Shut your mouth. We're done with each other.”

“Huh?! What?! You're making weird jokes, Fufu~”

Jabber's head was lifted slightly before being slammed back into the ground. When his arm twitched, there was no hesitation. With a firm kick, the bones in his hand cracked beneath Fu's shoe.

“Your ignorance makes me want to vomit! Like I'm going to give him to you after the shit you've been spitting today! And get it through your head already,” he pressed his foot harder onto Jabber's hand, “my name is Hii.”

Jabber rolled his eyes and let the pain shoot through his body. Fu or Hii, he didn't give a damn. If the little guy had to invent a show like this to cope with the guilt of breaking other people's bones, then that should be his problem.

The only thing Jabber cared about was that the boy could hit hard! Unfortunately, Fu would probably never seriously fight him; at least the injuries were always minor, and there was always an apology in the end.

Fu remained a crybaby.

“What kind of crap are you even talking about? You seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the evening~ Hey! Don't be shy, the woman was hot, too bad I couldn't have her~”

Hii grimaced. The mere thought of the feeling that had coursed through Fu's body disgusted him. He should have skinned that woman himself.

“Shit, you’re looking very disgusted~ so you’re not into women after all, are you?”

“I’ll rip your tongue out right now!”

“Hey, that was a serious question! Earlier you looked happy—well, totally overwhelmed and on the verge of tears when she sat on you, but not unhappy!”

Hii's face contorted even further. Jabber's tone of voice only made him want to wring the other man's neck.

“Do you ever shut up-?!”, Hii ​​finally questioned all the chatter, raising an eyebrow.

“Your face amuses me too much for that~,” he even admitted honestly, grinning wickedly at him. He quickly pulled his unharmed arm out from under Hii’s knee, grabbed him by the collar, yanked him down with a powerful headbutt. Jabber immediately took advantage of the brief moment of surprise. Ignoring the pain, he raised his other hand and grabbed the boy overhead. With a powerful swing, he threw him off and then lunged at him. Ignoring the throbbing in his head, he sat upon Hii, his claws digging into the corners of his shirt to pin him to the ground. Wuth his other hand he clutched the back of his head. He pulled out a hand smeared with blood.

“That’s crazy!~ You seem really mad, you’ve never done that before!~ But now it’s my turn~,” he purred, and instead of extending the blades of his Jinki, he retracted them and punched Hii in the face. After all, he wanted to play and not kill the little guy.

The blow was followed by a growl, and without a word, Hii spat blood in Jabbers face. He endured the next blow as well. What bothered him more was the laughter coming from Jabber's mouth. He longed to throw him through the nearest wall, but this was still Fu's room. The only place the boy had to retreat to, so he had to restrain himself.

But another nerve snapped when Jabber grabbed his hair and pulled, before his other hand also retracted its claws and set about opening Hii's mouth.

“Have you ever thought about using those teeth to tear something apart?!~ Fuck, they must hurt!~”

Hii was certain Jabber would stick his head in a lion's mouth and spout the same nonsense. And even though Hii knew exactly what Jabber was up to, he played along. When the older one—was Jabber still the older one at this point?—pushed his fingers even deeper into Hii's mouth to run them along his teeth, he bit down. To his displeasure, it was his already injured hand, but it served its purpose nonetheless. Jabber pulled his good hand away before it could be caught too, and for a moment he let out a cry before it dissolved into another laugh.

“Can you bite them off?!” came the somewhat overly enthusiastic question, and Hii was ready to confirm when Jabber jumped up, deciding that Hii’s chest would be the new floor. With pain and the cracking of his ribs, Hii ​​lost all air and involuntarily opened his mouth, giving Jabber back his hand.

“As much as I would like to know, I still need them~”, only then did he look at his own hand, wondering how anything could still be in place.

“Dude, I’m not putting my dick in there,” he commented, looking down at Hii’s face. Seeing the angry look on his face and the blood running down it, he reconsidered. Worst case scenario, he wouldn’t have a dick anymore; best case, it would be chewed up like a dog bone.

The thought really made his brain itch.

“You fuck face …” Hii managed to mutter, his voice breaking slightly, before simply grabbing Jabber’s leg and pulling him to his feet. He rolled himself to the side to avoid ending up as the floor again. For a moment, Hii ​​considered taking a look straight to his ribs, but it wasn’t in his nature to leave anything unfinished, and Jabber was still breathing. So he straightened up, turned his head toward Jabber, his neck making an unhealthy cracking sound.

♡

While the sky was getting darker and the last rays of the evening sun vanished from the city, footsteps could be heard. The heels made a damp sound on the crooked stones underneath as the girl walked through the narrow alley. With an annoyed frown on her face she speeds up a little. The route she normally used was blocked due to some repairs on the street, which made her way home even longer.

With her hands tightly around the handle of her bag she looked left and right before leaving the alley and turning on a less narrow but much more empty path. Due to the repairs her way brought her to the outskirts of the city. Less houses, one big street that seems to vanish into the unknown and only a few evidence of people really visiting this area. The few streetlamps that held onto dear life already made the path at least more visible.

As the time passed an old stone fence started to appear beside her, shielding her few from what lies behind it. Probably an old house, an abandoned factory or just a yard forgotten by its owner. While her footsteps carried her further and further she couldn't shake the feeling off that something was there. Not behind her. Not watching. But there.

And then there was a sound. A tune. It almost sounded like singing but was way too quiet to really tell what it was. It sent shivers down her spine and her feet moved faster. Her hands held even more tightly onto her bag. But the sound got louder. Loud enough to recognise it as singing.

She walked faster.

It wasn't like the singing was bad or anything like that, but with the dark sky above her and the empty space around, even the talking of someone would make her nervous. So hearing someone sing was even worse.

With every step the singing got louder, not to the point where it would be annoying but to the point where she could even recognise the song. An old love song, beautiful but haunting at the situation given. As the voice gets louder and louder her feet suddenly stop. Right beside the giant iron gate of the property, that was shielded by the stone fence. The gate was open and only a short look allowed her to realise the “abandoned factory, old house or forgotten yard” was a graveyard.

For a moment it was silent. The singing stopped, her breathing too and as she wanted to take a step further, escape this uneasy feeling in her guts the singing continued. Soft, melodic. Almost calling for her. She turned her head towards the graveyard, feeling scared to stay there but something inside her wanted to at least try to see what was calling her. The graveyard was dark, no lamp that would lighten her view. Only the shadows of stones and bushes and a building in the middle. Right as she decided to turn her head away there was a light. A soft purple glimmer in the further back of the graveyard. Even with really focusing on the little light she couldn't make out where it was placed and what it was.

While trying to force her mind to stop thinking about it, she took further steps. The sound of her shoes being swallowed by the sound of singing as they dragged her onto the property. Only after multiple steps, only after the ground under her changed did she begin to notice that she wasn't on her way home anymore. Confused eyes began to wander around her surroundings, trying to understand why her body seemed to betray her this much. But her thoughts weren't able to find peace, weren't able to focus. Everytime she tried her mind was consumed by the sound of the voice that was still singing its song.

And as she walked deeper and deeper into the graveyard, coming slowly closer to the purple light, she only noticed in passing that the almost burned down candles on the gravestones started to lighten up. Showing her the path.

What was that..? What was happening..?

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't move her body in a different direction. And as the singing got quieter, her steps got faster. Why was it getting quieter? Was the voice going away? Was she to slow?

With a few last steps she came to a stand in front of an old pavilion, beautifully adorned with marble columns and ornate carvings on and beneath its roof. A small staircase led up to the gentle rise where it stood. And in the middle of it was a table. Covered with plates of cake, cups of tea and a candleholder of three which was bathing the pavilion in purple light. Next to the table were two chairs. One empty and one not.

As soon as she noticed the person sitting there the until then continued singing stops. With a low hum the person turns their head towards her, revealing a face pale and beautiful. Scarily perfect for a place like this. Flawless skin, big eyes with dark shadows underneath, a smile so soft but at the same time so terrifying.

It was only a little wink with his hand and she stepped up into the pavilion. Stopping beside the table. Instead of looking over the food, drinks or the man in front of her, she could only focus on the light in his eyes. The purple of them was perfectly glowing under the candlelight, making them look like some gemstones no one could afford.

As he stands up, she makes a little step back. Almost like she realises that this wasn't where she wanted to be. For a moment there was a look of confusion on his face, before it was replaced with a smile again. He stepped closer, making his way around her and letting his eyes take her in. He had hoped for something pretty to catch his eyes. He wasn't disappointed. His slender fingers traced over her arm, slowly making their way to her hand before the sound of a falling bag was heard. Her now empty hand was shortly filled with his, as he brought them to his lips. A cold kiss placed on her knuckles.

“Your footsteps got faster at the end”, he began, letting her hand fall down again. Coming to a stand behind her, he leaned near her ear, whispering.

“Were you that desperate to meet me?~”

For a moment there was an impulse in her body. She spun around, locking eyes with him and as her mouth opened to answer his question with irritation, his hands already caught her face. His thumbs tracing her cheeks as he smiles at her, not breaking eye contact.

His touch sends a thrill through her body, making her feel like prey. Maybe she was exactly that.

The soothing touch on her face makes her want to lean in, but something inside her stops her from that.

And he noticed that.

While his soft smile got a little wider the touch on her face got more forceful. He pulled her close, feeling her breath against his cold skin as he stared into her eyes.

“What's on your mind? Hopefully nothing unnecessary~”

His fingers start to wander to her neck, over her shoulders and her arms. Tracing her figure, before placing his hands on her waist for a moment. Just a short moment to feel how perfectly she was fitting in his hands. Then he turned around, feeling how she followed him for a second. Not wanting to leave his touch. And he smiled. His feet danced around her, while a soft humming left his mouth. Bringing him back to the table and she followed his every move with her eyes. As he sat down, leaning just slightly back in the chair, she followed. Coming to a stand right beside him and as her knees got weak, she decided to get down on them.

For a moment his eyes widened. Shortly after he fell into a laugh. Placing his hand on her head, patting her like a dog.

“You really are adorable~” , he humms, letting his fingers play with the strands of her hair. Appreciating how soft they feel against his skin.

While looking at her he couldn't shake the thought of how delicious her confused and clouded gaze looked. For a moment he stopped his movements, but didn't let go. With his other hand he hovered over the piece of cake he had begun to eat.

She followed his movements with her eyes, wondering what he was going to do. Meanwhile missing the soothing touch in her hair. It almost felt like it had turned down the noise in her head, screaming to get away from this man and the longer he was focused on the table, the louder the voices got again.

What are you doing there-?! Run!

He is obviously bad news! Eating cake in the middle of an abandoned graveyard? Which normal person would do such a thing!?

Why are you still kneeling there like a dog, stand up! No-

“You're shaking”, are the words that get her out of her thoughts and her head speeds up. Nervous. Panicked. His eyes threw daggers at her and the hand was fully withdrawn from her hair.

“Why are you shaking?”, it wasn't asked nicely. Even though his voice was soft, the tone lying underneath was sending shivers down her spine. He comes closer, leaning down. Face to face, noses almost touching as he keeps staring into her eyes.

“You’re not thinking about running away, are you?”, it's not a question. It's a threat.

“You're not thinking at all, right? That's not necessary for you~”, at the end his voice goes up a little, falling back into the playful sound it had before.

But before she can answer or give any kind of answer he has his hand back in her hair. Pulling it a little to keep her head in place as he brings his other hand in front of her. His pointer- and middle finger coated in the frosting that was presented on the cake.

“I wanted to share this with you, but I can't let your behaviour slip away…”, he sounds almost sad about his own statement.

Question after question wanted to form inside her head, from What is wrong with him?! To What is he about to do..?, but all of them were silenced by a tuck on her hair. He leaned back a little, bringing more distance between their faces before she could feel the cold and sticky substance on her cheeks. A shivers of disgust ran through her body but the way he looked pleased with his action made the disgust turn into something different. Something more calm, relaxing almost.

“You look even more delicious now~”

He placed his fingers on the frosting on her face again, smearing it further over her skin. The corner of her mouth, slightly on her jaw. Then he grabbed new frosting, placing his fingers on her lips this time. Smearing it over them and while she didn't feel the allowance to open her mouth, he began to laugh. First a soft, amused laugh but it got louder with time and for a moment she thought he would continue painting her face in frosting but he had other plans.

“Was that too harsh?~”, he asked amusedly, meanwhile taking his hand from her hair, placing it on her clean cheek to caress it. The soft touch almost a new threat.

The hand in her hair pulled hardly on the strands, making it painful and as she opened her mouth a little to let out a sound of pain, he used that little moment to shove his fingers past her lips, into her mouth and down her throat. The gagging sound coming from her made him laugh even more. But he pulled his fingers back. At least out of her throat.

“Oh.. don't look at me like that. I am so generous to share it with you, even when u misbehaved~ Your face shouldn't make that ugly expression”

After a gulp she closes her mouth around his fingers, closing her eyes to escape the shame this situation brings her. Hesitant her tongue starts to lick up the frosting, cleaning his fingers and swallowing the sweet.

“Do you like it?~ You seem to enjoy every little drop of it, or perhaps-” he pauses for a moment, moving his fingers inside her mouth.

“You like the taste of my skin even more~”

The statement makes her blush a little and for a moment she wants to back away and explain that this is not the case, but her body is not listening to her. She kneels still, not moving, just opening her eyes a little to look at him.

“I can't really blame you~” he begins and comes closer again, whispering “Your skin looks delicious too~”. He comes even closer, leaning into her face, sticking out his tongue and licking over the frosting coated skin. The sweet taste of the frosting clouding his senses for a moment, before the taste of her skin was taking over. A sweet but also salty taste that takes over his senses as he drags his tongue over her face. Licking it clean from the frosting.

When he is done an almost breathy moan leaves his lips

“Sitting still for me, I don't even have to tell you what to do~”, he whispers against her skin, dragging his words over her face until he makes eye contact with her.

“I am not done with you..~ Your taste is screaming for me to enjoy it more, so I can't deny it~”, both hands are placed at her face, slowly guiding her up on her feet, as he stands up too.

He walks around her, always keeping his hands on her body, before gripping her shoulders. With a smile on his lips and an almost dangerous glim in his eyes he forces her back. Noticing how her feet stumble over themselves a little.

She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know why her body is reacting to his movements. Her mind is filled with Whys and clouds.

He only stopped forcing her back as her bottom hit the table. The low rattle is almost too loud for the moment.

“Good thing I have plenty of things to make it even better~ Right here… right now..”, he ends his words with a lower tone, making his voice sound deeper than before.

Abruptly he pushes her back, letting her back hit the surface of the table and some of the food that was still placed there. The candleholder falls to the ground, together with some cup and cutlery. She looks up to him, her eyes wide and helpless. Like a deer in headlights.

With a slowly growing grin he leans over her, placing his lips on her jaw, dragging them down her neck. His hands wander from her shoulders over her arms and sides before the sound of ripping clothes is heard. Now ripped apart in the middle the shirt falls to either side, exposing her skin and bra.

“Hey..”, his voice rings through the night again as his lips touch the newly exposed skin.

“Let me devour you..~”

A cold shiver runs down her spine, her body screaming at her to move, but the sound of her inner voice is muffled by the clouds in there. She needs to move!

But the lips that moved across her skin, kissing the flesh as if it was a gift, kept her in place. Bound her to this table. This situation. The man above her.

It doesn't take long before she feels a little burning sensation on her stomach. It feels like needles scratching the skin open, something carving into her flesh. After that is a soft chuckle. Amused over her squirming body he lets his tongue run over the red lines he made with his fangs. His fingers reach for one of the still standing cupcakes, taking it in his hand he turns it upside-down and smears the frosting over her chest. The chuckle in his throat is getting a little louder.

“I think you broke my favourite plate.. You gonna make up for that right?~”, are his words before he lowers his head again, licking away the frosting like it was the best thing he had in a long time. Not minding if his teeth damage her skin in the process.

After the new plate was licked clean he gets up a little. Taking a piece of cake and placing it on her chest. Making it look pretty on her, before he gets his fork. Carefully he breaks pieces off the cake, eating them with an almost happy hum on his lips.

She gets nervous. Thrilled. Was this a good feeling? Was she scared? She didn't know, but her body began to shake a little, making the cake shake too.

“Since when do plates move?” were the warning words that rang in her ears. But they didn't help. Another shiver ran down her body, her cheeks burning. The cake fell to the side. For a short moment everything stood still. Then there was a terrible pain. With force he had stuck the fork through the cake, into her skin. As if she was a piece of meat you needed to fixate to cut through it.

“If you move you will ruin everything..” His voice was low. Not threatening, not amused, more like he was stating a fact.

Her whole body arched, the pain running through every vain but she couldn't scream.

Not when he was pushing the fork deeper into her.

Not when he pulled it out without care.

His gaze was fixed on the mix of blood and cake on his fork, screaming at him to have a taste, while the smell was clouding his mind a little. With curiosity he placed it in his mouth, letting his tongue get hit by the flavor.

Oh.

Oh.

A laugh escaped his mouth before he was taking the next bite from the cake. This time with his mouth directly, taking cake and skin into his mouth before biting down. Letting his fangs pierce through her skin, the blood flow into his mouth where it mixes with the cake again. A pleased moan leaving his throat while he continues to finish his plate this way.

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[02] Actually this pose was very much experimenting with the angle but it worked out!

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[04] I couldn´t recreate the more nakey pictures sadly, so I searched like crazy in my closet for something cute and playfull

Somehow posting these pictures is happyness and nervouseness at the same time >-<! On one hand I´m very happy that I finally did them and can show! On the other hand I feel like I didn´t capture the vibe and references enough

Either way- I feel like I can be proud of what I did!

(Originally I wanted to open Tumblr post these and then hope to suprise @madamesungalaxathesecond but she suprised me first with her new comic, so let´s see this as thanks~)