#ahs fics

Xavier Plympton x reader x Montana Duke x Brooke Thompson

You decide to try and find yourself a good summer at Camp Redwood with your good friend Xavier despite the threat of Mr. Jingles. When you happen to stumble upon Brooke and Montana in the forbidden cabin, a wild night for you and Xavier ensues.

Duncan Shepherd x reader- forever and always

You meet Duncan at a charity fundraiser and after winning a date with you, he takes you out. Soon after you start dating him and go on many dates together, falling in love before you get your happy ever after with your one and only Prince Charming.

Jim Mason x OC multi-series Heart of Novocaine

Jim loves to party and has a drug problem but when he finds out that his best friend has a drinking problem, he decides to get help for both of them. He is in love with her. The problem? She already has a girlfriend and he has a girlfriend too. Are they a match made in heaven for each other or are they just another lesson in each other's lives?

Duncan Shepherd x OC multi-series Strangelove

Duncan and his girlfriend Rose have been together for going on two years. They care deeply about each other. She has a secret though that he doesn’t know. Their relationship will be put to the test and their boundaries will be pushed. Will they be able to stay together or will their relationship start to unravel?

Duncan Shepherd x OC multi-series Another life

(Inspired partly by Eli Roth's/Keanu Reeves movie Knock Knock).

Duncan and his girlfriend of almost 3 years have their relationship put to the test when she goes away on a trip and Duncan is left at home until he receives a visit that will change his life forever. Crossover with American Horror Story Apocalypse and the Outpost/Michael Langdon.

Michael Langdon x reader multi-series Waiting For a Girl Like You

Michael is a player and reader knew him when they were kids. You go your separate ways and later cross paths again in college. You can't help but feel an attraction towards him. He ends up becoming your Italian tutor and you both come to know each other again. The problem? Michael is a fuckboy. Will your and Michael's rekindled friendship turn into something more or will you stay friends/FWB?

Surviving the Apocalypse- Michael Langdon x OC witches series

Who will survive the apocalypse? Its the end of the world. Michael, Coco, Gallant, Mallory, Venable, Mead, 2 witches Harmony and Scarlet, among others are some of the lucky few to survive. Or are they? They will be tested and pushed to their limits. Michael must test those left alive in outpost 3 but will he be able to resist temptation?

Andy Dolan x reader (abandoned wip)

Andy and reader had a tumultous and often complicated relationship and neither wanted things to end. They dated for almost 4 years but never married and even had a kid together and it was a girl named Opal.

Duncan Shepherd x reader x Emily Nelson (Simple Favor crossover oneshot).

Reader is best friends with Emily and dating professor Duncan. One night they decide to take their relationship to the next level with Emily once reader reveals her true feelings for the other woman.

Michael Langdon x reader oneshot- If I was Your Vampire

Michael Langdon x wife reader x Mallory oneshot (WIP)

Michael and you are married and in the outpost 3 together. When Mallorys true intentions and identity are shown she gets exposed and Michael and you make her pay.

"You do realize this is called the 'Murder House' for a reason, right?" The boy asked with a lopsided smirk, cocking his head aside as the smirk on his face grew wider and more mischievous by the second.

"What are you, suicidal or something? Only people with a death wish would step foot on this property."  He continued. 

"So, what's your reason?" He looked at her like a predator would before tearing out its throat and devouring its very flesh, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he moistened his lips.

The girl was immediately surprised because she hadn't expected anyone to be here.  

She had heard noises like hushed whispers and labored breathing, she had even heard scratching against doors and floors creaking while she wasn't even walking on the tiles... 

She had heard some strange noises, this is true; and she had caught glimpses of shadows on the walls and what appeared to be a person in the corner of her eye. 

However, when she turned to see if anyone was there, she found no one.  

Therefore, when he had appeared - practically coming out from thin air - she was a little taken aback.

She felt hot, embarrassed, and terrified, and her mouth hung open as a result. She hoped he wouldn't report her for trespassing, landing her in hot water. 

Especially because, contrary to what her classmates had claimed  of the place being vacant and abandoned and the place looking rather empty -  he might actually reside here. 

Once again, the girl  - named (Y/N) -  had heard unusual noises, but she hadn't come across a ghost nor had a ghost crossed her path. 

(Little did she know.... that the boy in front of her was actually one of those spirits.)

"Oh, uh.. I just.. I was dared to come in here." She explained, sheepishly. She figured there was no reason to lie. 

"A dare?" The boy said, scoffing. 

"That's the oldest lie in the book, sweet-heart. What's your real reason for being here?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as he waited for her answer. 

"I mean, no one in their right mind would actually enter this place, especially if they value their lives." The boy paused, his smirk broadening into a wide, menacing grin.

"Unless, of course, they actually don't value their lives. Is that it?”

"Well," She stopped in her tracks, the heat on her cheeks growing hotter.

"I'm honestly not sure.." (Y/N) answered, finally. "I didn't think the stories of this place being haunted were even true..." She continues, slightly cringing at her own words.

The girl hated the fact she was here in this situation. She knows now she should've never come here... though, it was too late to back out now. 

It was too late to escape. Somebody had already acknowledged her being there and he was looking at her with eyes so dark they almost appeared black and empty. 

A dark, sinister chuckle escaped the boy's lips, filling him with a profound sense of glee. 

"Oh, but they're more than true." He admitted. The mysterious boy then took a step closer, leaning in as if he were about to whisper something to her. 

Instead, he hissed, nostrils slightly flaring as he spoke:  "This place is a lot worse than you've been led to believe, babe.”  He then took one final step back, his smirk returning to his face when he saw her reaction.

"Now, are you going to tell me why you're really here," he asked, "Or do I have to make you beg for it?"

"No, really—it was all for a dare," She admitted, taking a deep breath in and then exhaling it through her mouth. She then bites on her lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

(Y/N) was making every effort to calm down and prevent a full-blown panic attack from happening.

"I'm a newbie around here," She explains. Embarrassed, and only getting more and more flustered with herself and her actions that have led her to this very moment,  (Y/N) cast a downcast look, eyeing her scruffed up sneakers. She didn't wish to meet the boy’s haunting gaze. 

"I just wanted friends, but I don't think those people really wanted me to be part of their group or to have me as a friend, anyway.  They probably wanted to see me suffer." Regretfully, she sighed. 

"The only thing I wanted was a friend." (Y/N) murmured. A look of genuine surprise crossed the boy's face. It was clear that the girl had caught him off guard. 

"Really?" He finally said, his eyebrow raising.

"You seriously let a bunch of idiots pressure you into coming here? What's your name?" He asked as he extended his hand out for her to shake.  "I'm Tate.”

"Yeah, it is a bit of a stupid reasoning now that I truly have taken time to think about it, huh?" She laughed a little as she wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve. 

"It's just... I've never had friends before and this time I really thought if I put on a brave face and shed some confidence, maybe I'd get some..." She sighed before giving the boy a soft, small smile. 

"Tate.. it's nice to meet you. I'm (Y/N)."

Tate's expression softened at her response. There may or may not have been a hint of pity in those dark, soulless eyes of his. A smile spread across his face, the kind of smile that did not belong to him. 

A twisted, mocking, almost animalistic grin. 

"A 'brave face'" he repeated, "What's brave about giving into peer pressure? If anything, that just makes you look weak. That makes you look more like a coward than anything. I could help you with that, though, you know..." he said, his tone turning into a slow, seductive purr.

(Y/N) shudders at the sound of his voice. His voice was low and menacing, sending a shiver down her spine. 

There's something in the back of her mind that's telling her to run away, to run and to never look back. Expect... she didn't. 

Instead, she looked at the boy with curious eyes, tilting her own head aside as she gave him a smile that spread from one ear to another.

"Really?! You'd help me?" She asked, not knowing what kind of devilish and sinister actions he had beneath that own smile of his. 

"Thank you, Tate. Truly. What would I have to do?" She wondered.

"What do you think you have to do?" Tate asked with a sinister smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously as he watched the girl from the corner of them. 

"Why don't you find out? C'mon. Follow me into the basement." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist and walking towards the staircase. He stopped for a moment at the bottom step, his smile broadening again. 

"Are you ready?" he asked before adding, "Do you trust me?"

(Y/N) didn't really know anything about the boy because she had only recently met him, which was to be expected. 

She yearned desperately for both friendship and attention, though. She smiled at Tate and nodded, oblivious to the butterflies that began to flutter in her stomach as soon as he had put his arm around her waist. 

As he led her to the basement, she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "Yeah, I trust you."

A malicious grin spread across Tate's face. He just couldn't stop smiling. "Good." He said, his grip tightening around her waist. "That's so good to hear." 

With a quick tug, Tate dragged (Y/N) into the basement, pulling on the string light once they reached the floor of the cellar.

"Did you tell anyone else you were coming here?" He asked, his voice lowering to a deadly hiss.

"I need you to be honest here." He said, his eyebrows narrowing into thin lines. "Because if you told anyone, we're going to have a very big problem." 

"Only a few people are aware that I'm here, yeah... However, I believe they most likely left," She explained, staring up at him with her brow raised and a look of confusion on her face.

"They said they'd wait for me outside, but again, they probably left... I was supposed to stay here all night." She disclosed.

"Then, in the morning, if I had lived - their words, not mine -  I would have become a member of their friend group, which again, I know now that's a terrible reason to trespass." She groaned in shame, shaking her head as a feeling of utter disappointment washes over her.

"I've always been a loner, as I said. I merely desired attention and to at least have one true friend." Admitting these words made her sound even more like a loser, even more foolish than before but... (Y/N) couldn't lie to Tate.

For some odd reason, she just couldn't lie to him. (Again, other than the fact, it was still a possibility he could get her into some serious trouble.) 

Tate sighed loudly, looking at the girl with visible annoyance. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. You didn't think this through at all, did you?" he said, his eyes narrowing into a deadly stare as he glared down at her. 

"You really trusted them? Reallllllllllllllllly?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcastic condescension.

"You're a fool. You're going to get yourself killed if you keep making mistakes like this." Tate snarled, glaring at her again. 

"You're lucky that I found you first."

"I didn't know there was anyone here... As I mentioned earlier, I'm new to the area and assumed they were just making up stories to tease me and get a scare out of me," She disclosed.

"I didn't think, you know, that such things as ghosts or demons existed or that there was an actual evil in this house. However, I could feel it as soon as I walked in and I knew...." 

When (Y/N)  finally met Tate's eyes again, she inhaled deeply, once more ignoring the way he made her heart pound rapidly against her chest. 

"I'm seeking vengeance. Please guide me on how to be courageous and  brave... I wish to punish them. Please?" 

“Revenge?” Tate said with a deep, throaty, growl. His grip tightened around the girl's waist and, pulling her towards him, he sneered, “I can do much worse than that, sweetheart.” Tate said.  

“I will show you true revenge,” he said, his breath hot in the girl's face. “And it will change you in ways that you could never, ever imagine.”

As a wave of heat swept over her, her breathing quivered in her throat. 

"I'm... I'm so fucking sick and tired of being frail and helpless. I've had it with people taking advantage of me... Please, enlighten me. What should I do? What all must I do?" She questioned. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, once again repeating the words he had asked earlier. 

“Do you trust me with your life? Because you are going to have to in order to get what you truly want.” Tate said softly,  his words dripping with malice. 

“You have to promise me. You have to promise me that what you're about to do is what you really want. Because there is no turning back from this.”

"Yeah..." She answered. "I trust you." She hadn't realized what she was getting herself into the moment that sentence leaves her lips.

 "What do I have to do?" She repeated.

Tate smiles at her words, a maniacal grin spreading across his lips as his eyes harden and his grip grows even tighter around her waist. His arm then drops from her side, allowing her (to her dismay and disapproval) to go free. 

Tate takes a few steps towards the wall, his face twisting into a wicked expression as he comes up with an idea, a plan of sorts, as he then turns around, his orbs were still dark as they poured into her (e/c) eyes.

"You must promise to do exactly as I say, no questions asked. Is that understood?" He inquired, the sinister grin growing as he awaited her response. 

"Do you promise?" (Y/N) wasn't sure exactly why she trusted him... but a part of her did. 

She nodded and gave him a smile, showing that she wanted this. She wanted this more than anything, actually.

"Yeah, yes... I promise."

Tate smiles back at her. 

"Good girl." His words are quiet and malicious, they continue to send shivers up and down her spine. He looks off and chuckles deeply before replying, "This house is going to be our playground. And all those who have wronged us... are our playthings."

He then looks back at her, eyebrows knitted together and lips pursed with one another. 

"Do you want true revenge?" Tate asks her. 

"And you sure this is what you want?" He asks again.

With a wicked, almost devilish grin spreading across her own face now, warmth radiated from her very core as she did so. 

"Yes, I do, I swear. I want this. I.. I need it." She replied. 

 (Y/N)  was experiencing something within her, but she was unsure of what it was because it was a feeling she had never experienced before.

But whatever it was, she liked it. Because of Tate,   a sense of empowerment was running through her veins and filling her blood. 

“You must be willing to do some very dark things.” Tate began. 

“Are you positive that you are ready for the path that I am offering to you? Are you sure that you are ready to make deals with the devil?” Tate asks. 

“Because once we go down this path there is no going back. Do you promise that you are ready to commit to this? Do you realize that once you do agree, there is no backing down? You do understand all of this, yes?” She nodded, almost eagerly.

(Y/N) was tired of being bullied and casted aside. Was tired of being walked all over and hurt, as if she didn't matter at all. 

"I.. I swear to it. I'll follow whatever rules you give.  I'll be there behind you, I promise. Show me your ways, and I'll follow your lead, Tate. No matter what." Tate hummed with delight as he licked his lips in an almost seductive manner.

"So eager, always so willing and quick to please, huh? I like that. I will definitely have to keep that noted.”  His tone was filled with twisted, psychotic delight and the giggles that swept past his lips only made her feel even more uneasy, if she were being totally honest.  

 "That's what I like to hear." Tate said, the smile widening across his face. 

"You will not be disappointed." Tate promised, his tone taking on a dark, raspy purr as his eyes flickered with a cold, maniacal light.

"I will show you the path to true vengeance, and the people that you want revenge on will suffer greatly." He promises, his words dripping with venom.

"Thank you, Tate." She said with a genuine smile on her face.

"Really, thanks a whole lot. It means a lot to me that you're doing this.. I hope by the end of all this too, we can be friends?" She asked, hopeful.

 (Although, if she were being honest with herself, she hopes that by the end of all of this, she can be someone he's proud of... someone that he won't want to let go... She may or may not want to feel his lips crashing against her own.)

"Of course," he promised. "We will be friends as we carry out our revenge against those who wronged us. We will be more than friends. We will be partners." He said slyly, a hint of pink clouding over his cheeks.

"It is going to be a dark and dangerous journey but together I know that we will be unstoppable." He announced.

She was experiencing a wide range of emotions, but happiness predominated. She had a friend at last.

Thanks to Tate, she would also be defending herself.

She would no longer be the weak or fragile (Y/N) (L/N) that people came to know.

No, instead, she was going to be brave, confident and strong.

"That sounds good," She retorted with a sly grin. 

"Where do we start?" Tate smiled back at her, his dark, soulless eyes glimmering with cruel delight. 

"First, we need some tools." He said with a malicious smirk, taking her hands into his, giving them a squeeze.

"You know, knives, saws, and all sorts of tools to make those that wronged us - those that wronged you - regret the day that they decided to bully you. Let's show them that there are consequences to their actions, alright, partner?”

It was then that she realized what he was hinting toward, what they needed to do to seek out their revenge on those that wronged them... 

A shiver went through her. She just assumed they'd pull a prank on them.... give them a really good scare... 

Once again, she was a bit oblivious... Tate had a darkness to him; that much was obvious. (Y/N)  would have to be blind to miss his aura's ominous darkness.  

There was, however, a tiny part of her that was almost in awe of it. She wanted to do anything for him, even if it meant getting her hands dirty and maybe even bloody...  

As soon as she had entered this house, every ounce of decent empathy and humanity had left. 

Dandy gets pretty sexually aroused by anything, he just doesn't like to help it. He thinks it's a waste of his time but secretly he doesn't properly know how to jerk himself off

He's seen what the like,, 'meaning of pleasuring himself' through all of your nudey magz that you've just left around.

He takes the magazine and poses. nude in front of his mirror. With the photo of a naked man, trying to copy what he's doing. Dandy takes his length and holds it in his hand, just pumping himself half way.

You come back to his estate, bags on bags holding around your wrists. Wanting to do a little project with him since it's a 'all about love' day.

Once you come to his door knocking he instantly says "come in" cause he literally doesn't care if someone sees his nude body — he thinks it dumb that people get so pissy if they see one without a warning.

When you see his nude figure, you look at him confused, dropping the bags down on the floor.

"What's this for..?" You say as he tries to find an excuse to what he's trying to do. "For.....for... MOVIE— of course, what would you think it's for? Have you ever used your brain??... im just checking out my frame.." He gets all worried in his mind, trying to play it cool.

You walk towards him, looking into the mirror as you touch his soft skin. His body shivering as he grabs your hand, making you stop.

okay so maybe you’re wearing a skirt or whatever

y’all are chillin in the back of the vanta-c bc hello where also are you gonna hang out

and xavier’s got you pulled onto his lap and y’all are making out a little and then all of a sudden he juts his thigh up and fuck fuck fuck man you’re outta there

and the fucker laughs at you bc he’s a lil bitch and then he’s got his hands on your hips and he repositions you so you’re pressed against the skin of his thigh (bc he’s wearing those tiny lil shorts like damn) and once you’re there his hands don’t leave, instead they keep guiding your hips so you’re dragging back and forth against him and when he stops and moves his hands you let out an actual whimper

he laughs at you again

“baby, don’t tell me you thought you could get what you want without doing any work?”

and you kinda stare dumbfounded at him for a minute bc Jfc what a bitch

and he bucks his thigh again and you do a little roll of your hips along with it and while you’re letting out a moan totally in spite of yourself he’s leaning over to the drawer next to him and pulls out a blunt that he’d prerolled for the afternoon

“come on sweetheart, I’ve got nowhere to be” and he sparks up and moves his leg at the same time

so he sets a lazy, draggy kinda pace of occasionally bucking his leg against you and other than that you’re left to hump his thigh and it’s make you feel pathetic if it didn’t feel so damn good

and somewhere in there he’s got your shirt and bra off and every once in a while the hand that’s not holding his blunt will reach up to tweak your nipple, and if you’re lucky he’ll lean down to kiss your neck, his lips still warm

”you seem so tense,” he gives you a mocking little pout as you grow more desperate in your movements, “open those pretty little lips for me”

you comply instantly, mouth dripping into an O as he takes a deep hit off the blunt, and then he leans back down, pressing his lips to yours as he exhales into your mouth

he smirks as he pulls back, watching you breathe in deeply, and you suddenly feel like your every nerve ending is on fire and even though you know, you know that you’re not actually high, but dammit it feels like you are and you need more, more, more

it takes you a minute to realize that there are actual tears running down your cheeks as you desperately try to cum, but you can’t do it with something else

with how casual Xavier is, as though he’s totally unaffected by you, and if it weren’t for the jerk of his leg or the occasional caress of your tits you could argue that he didn’t even know you were there at all

you need his attention

it‘s pathetic, you know that, it’s all pathetic, the crying and the fact that you’re doing this at all and that you’re so desperate for Xavier’s undivided attention you know that it will give you the release you’re looking for

”oh baby,“ he coos, swiping his thumb along your tears and placing it against your lips, smiling as you begin frantically sucking it clean

his blunt is about halfway through, and then he takes one more puff before you’re being repositioned so that you’re on your back, legs draped over his shoulders, and although you buck your hips forward to try and find the friction you’ve just lost but he’s not letting you, one arm pinning your hips down as the other reaches up to place the blunt in your mouth, the heat of his breathy chuckle not even an inch away from your skin makes you let out a high pitched whine

”clearly you need to relax more than I thought,” he reaches up to tug at your parties, ripping them off your leg with a kind of fevered intensity that you hadn’t expected

”please,” you hate that you’re begging, too, you hate that, but you’re babbling and you’re too pent up and it didn’t even matter, “xav, please”

and finally, finally he leans forward, licks a wide, sloppy stripe up your pussy, and leans back to take in your reaction with a grin

and before he dives back in,

The sound of your heavy breaths and the leaves crunching under your feet seemed to be the only thing that occupied your senses; until you saw a light. In fact, it wasn’t one light but several little lights - you counted about ten of them. They seemed to be spaced out strategically, it almost looked like a circle but the shape seemed to be more intricate than that. The flames stayed low to the ground, and as you cautiously took steps closer and closer, it was easy to tell that the flames were attached to small white candles.

It wasn’t until you slowly crept forward when you noticed that in between the candles were several hooded figures. You couldn’t make out faces or any distinct details, but you could tell the robes that were a silky red satin, and that all the figures appeared to be holding hands around the odd circular shape with.. something that almost resembled a body in the middle of the circle.

You brushed that thought off about quickly as it had came; there was no way that could be a human body.. right?

You took a silent deep breath before taking more quiet steps toward the mysterious individuals.

You finally stopped venturing forward and settled on leaning on a tall tree that was only a couple feet away from the group; just close enough to see what was happening but - still concealed by the leaves so that they couldn’t see you.. unless you made a sound of course.

You jaw dropped once you realized your suspicion was right, it really was a fucking body that the group seemed to be huddled over. Trying to breathe quietly was now more a struggle and you could feel your body start to shake like a leaf once you started to get a horrible idea of what was happening here.

The genders of the small congregation was mixed but, the leader - the one who previously had sat in the center or tip of the ‘circle’ and had now sat crouched next to the civilians body - was female.

There was no denying how beautiful she was. Her hair fell to about her shoulders in perfect golden ringlets, it was as if she had curled her hair but it seemed to looked natural - like it had just happened to naturally fall down her shoulders in that way. Her eyes were a light crystal blue and were framed with thick black eyelashes which were angled down; staring at the body that lay in front of her. And finally, another unforgettable feature she had were her lips. Her lips were full and you couldn’t stop yourself from daydreaming about how soft and plump they looked until you were brought back into reality - when you saw this woman grab a dagger that was lying next to the random civilian.

This random person; whom you knew was random because unlike the other members of this odd ‘cult’, they wore normal street clothes - like how you did. This made your blood run cold, you could be next. What made you different from this person who - by the looks of it - was about to be killed in cold blood? Absolutely nothing.

You knew it was cowardly to just hide and watch but you felt terrified, and in denial. This person was tied up with their hands and ankles bound with some kind of cloth, along with a cloth gag around their mouth. Although they looked to be unconscious - so maybe the woman was grabbing the dagger to free them? You could only hope.

You couldn’t help but think back to the rumours that always seem to float around this time of year about a local satanic cult, but those were just rumours.. stupid fucking rumours. And you were just paranoid because of the fact that it was literally midnight and you were stranded.

You tried to shake away these irrational thoughts as you remained at the tree; holding your breath as you watched the woman hold up the knife. She let out a slight giggle, and you swore for a second she almost looked childish - the way her eyes lit up and how the corners of her mouth turned in a small closed mouth smile. For a second she looked genuinely happy and excited, and then she did the unthinkable.

All it took was three seconds for her to plunge the knife right into the center of the persons chest cavity, blood instantly spurted out from the mans chest and if he wasn’t dead ealier.. He certainly was now. she ran the knife up a bit in his chest before quickly throwing the knife out of the way, somewhere in the forest. She quickly plunged her hand into the persons chest with no hesitation - it was obvious by the way her armed moved that it was as if she was searching for something or a certain organ?

Your reaction was immeadite, you couldn’t help but to gasp and let go of the tree in shock - shaking harder than ever. But yet; you still stood and watched. Like a idiot. You could slowly feel your body succumb to shock and you knew you only had so much time to move and get the hell out of there before you passed out but you felt frozen in place. You couldn’t bring yourself to move your legs or any other part of you. Maybe it was some kind of fucked up fate or destiny that you were meant to be here and witness this.

You flinched at the awful squishing sounds that omitted from this woman’s victims body, it was clear to you now what she was looking for in the chest.

The heart.

You started to shake with fear as you watched her forcibly rip the heart out of the chest cavity and away from the blood vessels that previously connected it to the body. Blood continued to ooze off of it as she slowly raised it up closer, and closer to her. She wore a sly smirk but her eyes seemed to be turning darker and darker; which made it impossible to read her emotions but for some reason; you felt if you could see her eyes - that they would still hold the same wonder and excitement you saw in them ealier.

That thought made you dizzy.

“Ave satanas”. She spoke.

Her voice was clear and smooth, the murder and this horrific dissection didn’t seem to disturb or affect her in any way, or any of the members that were witnesses.

The rest of the members watched her as diligently as you did, their eyes daring to not leave her body for a second. They also repeated her sick mantra.

She swiftly raised the heart up to her lips and took a bite, blood instantly staining her porcelain skin and cascading down her mouth and neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head - her entire pupil was now pitch black, even the whites of her eyes seemed to turn black as well.

This image was almost seductive to watch. Your not sure if this was your way of discovering you had a blood kink, or if it was the way she bit into the heart.. or maybe it was how content she looked after the bite.

But, you knew that this was fucked up and that if you wanted to make it out alive - you had to leave NOW. It was a human heart, she was a fucking murderer and possibly a cult leader at the very least. It didn’t matter if she looked like Aphrodite - she was a fucking killer and you would be next if you didn’t start to think logically.

You turned to leave; your intention was to walk away as quietly as possible but as soon as you moved your legs - it only took a couple seconds for you to break out into a clumsy sprint. Very clumsy.

It felt as if your heart had temporarily left your chest when you tripped (a stupid tree branch had fallen onto the pathway), and you felt scared out of your mind. Your breathing turned heavy and erratic as you opted to lie on forest floor; too terrified to get up.

You weren’t that far away at all from the tree you were previsoily standing at, you knew there was a good chance they had heard you fall.

You could hear hushed voices.

“Did you hear that”? You heard a male voice ask and immeaditly you heard a quiet chorus of voices that seemed to affirm his suspicion.

You listened as he offered to go look but a female voice spoke up again.. for some reason you felt as if it was the woman you saw ealier and you don’t know if that excited you or scared the shit out of you.

“No.. I’ll go”. She replied.

You heard a subtle rustling of clothes and a distant crunching of leaves as she approached and your heart leapt in your throat. You couldn’t breathe. You screwed your eyes shut; fighting every single instinct you had that was screaming at you to stand up and run for your life. The earth underneath you seemed to grow extensively more uncomfterable, the rocks, mud, dirt and the scratchy grass made your urge to leave even more stronger.

For a second; this state of being uncomfterable made you forget about the predicament you were in and how a literal cult leader was approaching you. It wasn’t until you smelt something new; a slight musky scent with a hint of floral that you knew she was nearby even though you couldn’t hear footsteps anymore.

The sharp, blowing pain you felt on the back of your neck threw you off guard so much that you couldn’t help but let out a soft scream - choking on air, your lungs grasping for more of that sweet delectable oxygen. You thought you were dying at first but you quickly realizing that she was stepping on your neck. You could feel her body weight shift as she crouched down, closer so that she could talk to you.

“Your not a very good actress. I know your not dead; I can hear your heart beat.. pathetic”. The woman above you mused, you could hear it in her voice how she was smiling.

You continued to wheeze for air desperately and you let out a weak, “please”! And miraculously, you felt her shoe slightly let up. Just enough so that you could breath but the agonizing shooting pain still remained.

“Please?! That’s all you have to say for yourself? Use your words. Beg”. Her voice stayed cool and confident as she spoke.

Meanwhile you could feel tears at the edge of your eyes as you gasped at the relief of finally being able to breath properly again. Your voice came out as rough and you stuttered at first as you struggled to find the right words.

“P-please, I just need help. I’m stranded - I only came out here to look for help. I don’t want any trouble”. You said.

You tried to push yourself back up - to see if she would let you atleast sit back up but you felt the pressure remain, even come back a little more forceful than before.

“Why should I let you go? You really think I didn’t notice you the second you started watching? You didn’t just happen to stumble upon us - you watched for a solid fifteen minutes”. Her voice held rage and fire as she started to speak, however by the end of her statement she maintained to retain her cool tone.

However there was a hint of urgency in her voice, as if she knew that her members would be coming back any second to see what was taking their dear beloved leader so long.

This entire time you were looking at her shoes - and the forest floor. You crained your neck in a way that was awkwardly painful just so that you could make eye contact with her before you spoke. Sure enough, it was the same woman who you had watched eat the human heart of the poor civilian ealier. The same.. undeniably gorgeous woman.

Most of her forefront was still stained a messy daunting red, most notably from her lips down to her chest. You also noticed how some of the ends of her hair was also dipped a messy matching red.

“Look - I couldn’t help it. When I saw you, I had to stay”. You replied dumbly as you continued to make eye contact; praying that she would pick up on your cue of what you meant.

You knew how fucking stupid it was to even try to flirt with her when she had the perfect opportunity to kill you. Out of all the stupid stunts you had pulled off in your life this had to be the worst - you didn’t even know if she was gay. Fuck, you didn’t even know her name but to be honest - you didn’t really care. You were simply enchanted and enthralled by her presence alone.

You two continued to make eye contact until you could hear the voices of the congregation start to grow louder and louder.. she didn’t looked exactly panicked by this but she looked bothered and annoyed.

You felt the pain on your neck subside as she retracted back her foot; standing up as she turned around and quickly left. You took that as your cue to get the fuck out of there, and that she wasn’t going to hurt you.

You laid on the forest floor for a couple minutes as you gathered your bearings and mustered up the strength to stand up, and attempt to find a way back home away from this hellish nightmare.

~

That horrid night of your run in with the satanists not only plagued your dreams to turn into nightmares, but it also become your go to story to tell at parties.

You knew telling ‘rumours’ of a satanic cult (espically around Halloween) was incredibly cheesy and you doubted anyone really believed you, but it always made people laugh and kept them intrigued. Hence why you were at currently at your own party on Halloween night, telling the same story yet again but worded a bit

The party you decided to throw remained somewhere in the middle between a casual friendly house party, and a frat party. This left you (and your friends) with a cup of alcohol in hand, in a somewhat revealing angel costume. You wore a silky white dress along with a cheap pair of angel wings and a halo to go along with it; along with makeup to match. Right now you just happened to be conversing amongst some acquaintances but more and more people seemed to be filing through into the house; people you didn’t know.

You knew you were just borderline tipsy because you couldn’t help but laugh at every line that this person whom you were talking too was saying but they seemed to look amused too.

“No way that happened”! The person you were talked too replied.

“Yes way! Why do you think I’m wearing this scarf? The number she left on my neck wouldn’t exactly go with the rest of my outfit”. You said with a small giggle at the half truth you told.

That definitely wasn’t a lie. When that woman had stepped on your neck she left a trmendous amount of bruising on your neck. Your neck was painted dark blues and purples, the real tone of your skin barely peeking through. Luckily you were able to pin wearing scarves on just the cold weather, and no one really think twice or seemed to question you over it.

You took another sip of the beverage you held, preparing to tell more of your notorious story before you heard the doorbell ring. You excused yourself as you walked through the dense crowd, wondering who the hell it was.

All of your dearest friends and everyone else that was invited was already here.. you could feel fear and anxiety start to nag at you but nevertheless you quickly opened the door without a second thought.

And you were speechless.

It was her. The woman who was the main character of the horror story you were previously telling stood in front of you, and she looked pissed.

You immeaditly felt in shock as you stepped outside with her and shut the door. You would’ve invited her inside but who knows what the hell her intentions were; you knew what she was capable of.

“How did you find me”?! You asked, the words came out as if you were angry but you really weren’t - just in shock and a bit scared.

She looked amused when you said this, like she could almost laugh but she just smirked at you instead.

“You made it too easy. It was common knowledge you were throwing a party this weekend, all I had to tell them that I was some relative of yours and I got your address just like that. Do you like my outfit”? She mused, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she did a quick spin for you.

It was obvious she was attempting to dress as the devil, she wore a headband that had small devil horns on them along with a beautiful red dress that clung tightly to her skin, showing off the best parts of her body. She also wore a black cape on with two metals clasps on either side with a chain connecting them; she looked beautiful. Although this did nothing to the fact of how confused and mildly annoyed you were at her appearance.

“I know your not here for the party. What do you want? If you wanted to just see me, or find another victim - this is not the place or time to do it” You said.

You two stood outside by the front door, the air was just cold enough to make you want to go back inside but not to the point where you were uncomfterable. The sounds of halloween filled your sense, the vague smell of pumpkin and the sound of kids roaming the neighborhood for candy was a comforting distraction. However it wasn’t enough for you to forget about the woman standing in front of you. She lost her smirk and amused look completely before she replied to you.

“Who exactly do you think you are to know what my wants are needs are? And what makes you qualified to fulfill them?” She asked and you stood there.. utterly speechless.

She took a step toward you and looked at you directly in the eyes - clearly not intimidated or scared of you at all. It was almost as if she was teasing you; taunting you.

You felt so fucking stupid, you didn’t have a good answer to her question. In fact you don’t really know why you even asked her that. You took a deep breath and even though she was a mere foot or two away from you; you refused to back up and look as if you were intimidated.

“It’s just, I don’t even know your name. I don’t know the first thing about you or how you even found about this party. I just.. don’t know what your intentions are”. You stated dumbly.

You had no expectations or guess for what she would do next but you felt your soul leave your body for a split second as she advanced toward you even closer - almost like she was going to kiss you only for her to just brush up past you and open your front door. She got so close to you to the point where you felt her soft blonde hair brush up against your face for a moment.

“I can’t talk to you about it out here”. She stated and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside behind her. You held onto her hand as walked you into the house, not even letting you shut the door which stayed open ajar.

You couldn’t help but blush at how soft and smooth her hand felt, yet the feeling also made you shudder since her hand seemed to be ice cold.

You were worried about getting weird looks from people about holding another girls hand but everyone seemed to preoccupied to notice, or merely just didn’t care.

She led you into one of the first rooms that was visible from the front door, clearly not caring whether it was a bedroom, bathroom or some other kind of room. She quickly opened the door and closed it after nearly pushing you in. Almost immeaditly she pulled off her headband and took her heels off, throwing them carelessly in the room as she rolled her eyes.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to wear that shit anymore”. She said with a slight chuckle.

“Why dress up then if you hate it?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Because I had to look the part in order to come to this party to get to you. Anyone not dressed up on Halloween always looks suspicious, I thought you knew that”. She answered.

You blushed at her first sentence but out of being shy you decided to ignore that part, assuming she was probably referring to something else - there was no way she would’ve came all the way here just for the sake of asking you on a date. The thought was stupid and irrational.

“You could’ve just dressed up in your satanist outfit, you did look beautiful in it”. You said.

As soon as the words came out of your mouth you felt stupid for even admitting that you thought of her as attractive let alone beautiful.

“Beautiful? Even with blood dripping down my neck you think I looked beautiful”. The second part was said as if it were a statement.

She took a couple steps toward you, putting her fingers lightly on your cheek as she gently pushed her thumb under your chin - forcing you to look up at her. It didn’t hurt by any means but it definetly felt uncomfterable. You waited for her to make a move; either to kiss you or say something but she did neither. She merely stared at you. To break the suffocating silence you spoke.

“You know, you never answered my question ealier”. You said as she still held her face gently on your face. She looked at you as if she was studying you, observing - waiting for you to do something.

“The one about why I came here? I already told you - I came for you. I’ve heard all of the crazy bullshit rumours you’ve been telling - and if you were anyone else I would’ve just slit your throat and sacrificed you by now but.. I think I’ve already tainted your beauty enough with those delicious bruises I left on your neck”. She said, she eyes traveling down to the scarf that you wore that covered the bruises.

You felt beyond bewildered and as if the air had been completely knocked out of you once again. The fact that she was trying to gaslight you into thinking that what you saw that night wasn’t even real was the most shocking. The next was how she commented on your beauty, was she returning back your feelings or was she just trying to lead you on before she murdered you? Under your own roof? You wouldn’t put it past her.

“Take it off”. She spoke, her hand that was on your face slowly traveled down to the end of your scarf, giving it a gentle tug.

You gave her a slight smirk, you figured you might as well flirt - who knows how this night was going to end after all.

“Your not even going to buy me dinner first”? You teased.

Your hands gently started to unwind the scarf that you had tightly wrapped around your neck and she watched intensively, almost like she was in a trance.

“Sorry angel but I’m not really the type who likes to go on dates, or let alone has the time or patience for them”. She said, making eye contact with you again.

A darkness gleamed in her eyes but you still tried to stand your ground and not let her intimidate you.

You threw the scarf on the floor. You still were fully clothed but you couldn’t help but feel naked and exposed, your embarrassing bruises on full display. She pushed your chin up and got even closer. Taking a finger and very lightly traced the outline of one of the more prominent bruises. It didn’t hurt but you felt on edge, and scared at the fact that your neck was on full display for basically a cannibal. What was stopping her from pulling out a knife or doing something crazy such as biting into your throat?

The idea of your life ending so suddenly with this woman you didn’t even know the name of made your heart start to beat rapidly, and you felt sick.. anxious.. you needed to get out of this room but you stayed put.

It was almost as if she could sense this and she drew her hand back, as you lowered your head back down in its normal position.

“You look divine, beautiful isn’t even the right adjective to describe your beauty. You would put a real angel to shame with your looks”. She said. For a second, you completely forgot it was Halloween or that you were even in a costume to begin with.

She only strayed a inch again away from your face now. She slowly approached closer and closer, you felt her cold hands gently grab at your waist - and you couldn’t help but jump just slightly at the suddenness of it. You couldn’t help but breathe faster when you felt her nose gently bump against yours - knowing what was about to happen.

“Are you okay”? She asked you, barely whispering.

You swore you could almost taste her breath and feel her lips moving at how close she was. Close but yet not close enough.

You wanted this; you wanted nothing more than to close the gap between you two but you also knew deep down this was wrong. This woman was a murderer, she didn’t deserve love.. right?

Everyone deserves compassion and acceptance - sure. You could offer her that but you knew certainly it wasn’t your place to forgive her for her acts but.. after all that’s not why you were currently in the posistion that you were in. You weren’t about to kiss her because you felt sorry for her, it’s because you felt hopelessly drawn to a woman you barely even met. A woman you didn’t know the name of.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you knew she was dangerous but yet.. that almost made you want her more.

It felt wrong to speak out loud so you merely nodded your head very slightly, the posistion you were in made it hard to move but you were still able to move your head a little bit. You doubted her eyes were open to see your movement but you were hoping maybe she felt you move instead; and that was when you heard her soft sultry voice ask you,

“Can I kiss you”?

You swiftly wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and you moved in a inch closer, just enough so that the distance between you two was finally closed.

The kiss was wet, and short lived. The taste of her lipstick lingered as you pulled away rather reluctantly. The way how her lips lingered on yours told you that she didn’t want to stop but you knew you should pull away; this chaos had to stop.

This was a dangerous fucking game you were playing, what were you thinking? That you would somehow be different and that she would decide to spare you for some reason? You removed your hands from her shoulders as you awkwardly stumbled back. Your heart started to race and you could feel yourself start to turn backwards, getting ready to open the door and just dip. You could never explain how you feel, how would she understand? More importantly - why would she care?

Just as you felt your feet move to turn your heard her voice, it was soft yet still held onto her confidence that her voice typically held but.. she sounded a bit defeated.

“Your scared”. She stated.

You froze as you took a deep breath, now facing the door with your back facing her.

“Scared of what?” Your words hung in the air for a few dense, quiet moments.

Scared of what she would say, yet scared of the thick silenceness that seemed to be your only other option. You decided to muster up the courage spontaneously to turn around and face her and that’s exactly when she answered your question.

“Of me. Your scared of me. I can hear your heartbeat, I can tell your terrified of me”. She stated.

Her words felt like they cut you as if she had thrown knives at you; you immeaditly felt embarrassed for how you felt, the urge to just leave was stronger than ever but you had a feeling she wouldn’t just let you go so easy.

The mention of her hearing your heartbeat seemed to fly right over your head, you didn’t give it a second thought.

You wanted to move to leave, or to hug her but you did neither. You stood frozen, as you felt tears start to well up in eyes and run hotly down your cheeks.

I’m sorry. I-I don’t want to be scared of you but it’s not fair for you to assume that I can just ignore what I saw”. You answered.

Taking another deep breath you looked up and met her eyes, she looked at you curiously - still as if she was studying you.

She took steps toward you, up until her hand gently rested on your cheek and you couldn’t help but foolishly lean into it ever so slightly.

“Baby, I’m not expecting you to ignore it - all I want is for you to keep quiet about it. I can’t have the entire town thinking I’m a satanist anymore darling”.

You wanted to argue but you merely giggled and smiled.

“That’s understandable. Speaking of.. your hobby.. shouldn’t you be elsewhere on Halloween? Like at some elaborate death ritual or some kind of Halloween ceremony”? You asked.

You felt completely shocked when you felt her hand suddenly pull away and you felt her tongue lick a stripe directly from your chin up to your cheek, licking up your precious tears. She kissed the side of your mouth before pulling away.

“Halloween was never my favorite holiday. My job.. requires a lot out of me. Some of which you’ve seen but celebrating a holiday that practically mocks who I am and makes it into entertainment just isn’t my style”. She explained.

“Then who are you”?

She gave you a smirk, and just as you heard a crack of thunder (or lighting, it was impossible to tell) you swore you saw her crystal blue eyes turn a jet black, before returning to their typical appearance. You swore maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you or maybe a trick of the light.. you supposed you would never know.

She wore a shit eating grin as if she wanted to say ‘if only you knew’. She swiftly walked past you once again and opened to the door to let herself out;

“Call me Mikey”.

The door slammed shut and there you stood, feeling defeated, hopeless but determined. Determined to find her again, even if all you had to go off was a appearance and a nickname.

One of the seven wonders of the world is her lips. You are sitting behind your house, and she is sitting on top of you. Lana can’t stop giggling, and her laugh is something Sappho dreams to write about. Her eyes are a warm brown as she says, “Keep quiet, baby, I don’t want our parents to find out.”

You tug her hair, bringing her even closer to you. “Like your bob doesn’t let everyone within a ten-mile radius know that you’re gay.”

Her roar of laughter is muffled by your playful kisses. Your hands intertwine. She is so beautiful, all you want to do is shout to the streets that she’s yours. You don’t want to hide anymore. Even then, the world cannot damper your enthusiasm for life and for Lana.

“What the fuck is this?” Your father’s loud voice makes you and Lana jump away from each other. Your heart is in your throat, or is it in your ears? All you can hear is blood pumping. It lets you know you’re alive, but you feel like you are going to die. “Y/N Y/L/N, explain to me why you’re acting like faggots with this queer! You better have a good fucking explanation!” 

You risk a glance at Lana. For the first time you’ve seen her, she looks scared. Terrified. Her eyes are wide open, and you are struck with the fact that she is young, like you. “S-Sir, please—”

“Don’t talk to me!” Your dad has a vein popping out of his neck as he howls. “No dyke will talk to me!”

“Dad, please. Please don’t do this.” You’re going to cry. You’re going to start bawling in front of your dad and girlfriend. “It’s not what you think, Daddy, I swear.”

“It’s not what I think?” If you thought your father was mad before, he’s furious now. “I saw you two with your tounges down each other throats! Tell me what I thought, then!”

Things can’t get any worse. Oh, but they do. Your mother comes outside, glancing between the three of you. “What’s happening here, sweetheart?” She directs her question to you, and your breathing slows. It’ll be fine. Your mother has always loved you, even when you cut your hair short, even when you stole a necklace from the store (it was a gift to Lana), even when you went through your teenager puberty phase. She was kind and gentle and couldn’t even hurt a fly.

“Momma, I—” You glance at Lana. Are you going to just be a coward and blame it on Lana? 

You would never. She’s your world. You knew what you were getting into, but you hoped for differently. You love her, and that means sticking with her through anything. “I’m in love with Lana, Momma. Daddy caught us kissing. I hope you understand that I’m a lesbian, but that’s how it is.” You grab Lana’s hand, even though she’s gaping at you. You know she would rather take the fall, but you choose the truth. You choose her.

“We love each other, we really do. Please don’t hurt Y/N—”

“You have one minute,” your father says. He’s quiet, for some reason. This sends more shivers down your spine than his anger. “One minute.”

“Daddy?”

“Don’t call me that.” He glares at you like you’re a pest. An annoying dog that got in his way. “You’re no longer my daughter. You love this dyke? Then you can live with her.”

You turn to your mother. Your loving mother. She doesn’t meet your eyes. “Momma, please ...”

“I think you better go.” She bites her lip, but that’s about it. Your mother cannot even face you as she practically disowns you. “We raised you as a good Christian girl, and you know what the Bible says.”

You do know what the Bible says. You’ve practically memorized the paragraph she’s referring to: “and man will not lie with man, as that is an abomination”. But she’s your mother. She can’t do this. She’s supposed to love you, no matter what. 

“Momma?” You’re crying now, and you fall to your knees in front of your parents. You try to hug your mother’s knees, but she backs away like you have a disease. To her, you do. “I love you, but I love Lana, too. Please understand. I can’t ... I have nowhere to go. Please ...”

“I think we better go,” Lana whispers, tugging at your arm. You follow, but you can’t stop crying as reality hits you. Your parents love their prejudices more than their own flesh and blood. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go.”

Your father shoves past you, and his long strides lead to one place. His rifle. “You have thirty seconds.”

What the hell? Your own dad isn’t going to shoot you, right? Still, he’s still glaring at you. “Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven.”

You run upstairs. Your hands are shaking as you think. What do you bring? There’s not enough time. One set of clothes. A photo of you all together. You wear a bracelet Lana gave you. Any spare cash you see. Your favourite book. That’s it.

“Nineteen. Eighteen.” As your dad keeps counting, you hear Lana interrupt him. She’s a genius, but you have no idea what her brilliant mind is thinking of.

“Sir, ma’am, before we leave, I’d like to say something. I don’t care if you listen but I’m going to say it anyway. Y/N and I are in love. Our love is stronger than anything else in the world, including your hate. You’re her parents, and you’re tossing her out? I hope that sometime along the line, you think about this moment and you cry. You weep because your Neanderthal minds are too dimwitted to understand that our love is pure and good. And most of all, I hope you’re ashamed. I hope you’re ashamed because you’re tossing out your daughter because she loves me. You think I’m the Devil, sent to tempt Y/N? Well, the Devil sure does look a lot like the both of you. No one has the right to judge us, not even God. He sure has a hell of a lot more sins than we do. So fuck you all to hell.”

Your Lana always has a fiery tongue.

Your parents are stunned into silence. You would laugh if you weren’t crying.

Lana spots you and her hard, nasty sneer melts as she gives you a gentle smile. “Let’s go, my love.”

“Yeah. You dykes are going to get the hell out of my house.” Your father starts to bring up his gun to his shoulder.

You look back. This is the last time you’re ever going to see them. Your father, with his gun pointed at you, a dark scowl on his face. Your mother, crying into her sleeves. Your house, already quiet and suddenly empty. You can’t muster up the energy for a speech like Lana, so all you say is: “Goodbye, Daddy. Goodbye, Momma. I love you.”

They don’t say it back.

— — — — — — — —

When you stop running, you start crying again. How could you not? Everything you’ve ever loved is left behind. Your school, your parents, your friends, your home. Nothing will ever be the same. You say something similar to Lana, and her eyes soften like chocolate on a summer day as she says, “Hey. You haven’t lost me. Not now, not ever.”

She’s right, you think. Even though this wasn’t how you wanted things to go, all you have is Lana. That sounds terrifying but exhilarating. She’ll be your home, your love, your life. And she’s left everything behind too. “I love you,” you tell her, eyes watering, but mouth in a shaky smile.

“I know. I love you too, sweetheart.” Lana smirks. That cocky asshole.

With that, you start running again, hand-in-hand. It’ll be a tough life for you two lesbians, but you’re running towards a better future. A future where your love is not forbidden. A future where you don’t have to hide. A future where you don’t have to tear down your gay flag. A future where it stands unfurled, uncaged, unclosed, standing bright and tall, just like you and Lana.