#fey writes

Green, green, green.

Green consumed his vision, his thoughts, his control.

He brought his hands up to his mouth and gave each one slow licks from his long tongue. Now his mouth was stained green. Just like his lips, like his hands. Like his eyes, pupil-less, consumed by green, green, green.

He wanted more.

He wanted more.

Why did he want more?

His core felt like it was being yanked out of his chest towards the sluggishly bleeding anima in front of him. His core was yearning, it was begging. It wanted more, more, more.

Why do I want more?

The leg of the rabbit anima twitched and his sharp eyes zeroed in on the growing pool of green. A soft whine escaped the writhing specter and he felt hungry.

Why am I so hungry?

Drool began to leak from his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. Sweet, sweet green entered his mouth at the motion and an undeniable craving enveloped him. The green was smeared across his lips and mouth.

To him, green tasted barely resistable, ambrosial, compulsory, obsessive. It was just short of impossible to deny. It felt provocative. It felt seductive. Like it was the best thing in the world. Like it was all he needed to survive.

He wanted the hunger to stop.

He wanted it to never end.

It feels wrong. But it feels good.

The viscous pool of green on the pavement beckons him deeper. It's as though he was dunked in a harlequin sea. He was drowning in green, green, green but has no desire to swim.

The pool reaches the tip of his boots. Before he can register his movements, he's kneeling in the pool and laying his palms flat in the syrupy green. His long tongue emerges from his mouth and licks the remaining streaks of green from his face. Resounding desire wraps around his chest and pulls.

Swiping two of his fingers through the green, he watches intently as it dribbles down his hand. He brings the digits to his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth and fangs. When did he get those?

GREEN bursts across his tongue and he is enveloped in ecstasy. He scoops more onto his fingers and shoves it into his mouth. Something nags at him to stop. He should stop.

He doesn't. He finds he doesn't want to.

Like a stranded man just given water, he drinks and drinks and drinks. Like an itch finally scratched, unspeakable pleasure veils him from clear thoughts. All he sees, thinks, wants, hears, tastes, feels is GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN.

The anima moans mournfully as its core weakens. Danny feels sick satisfaction as its form drips and melts away. The ever growing pool of treacly green creates a twisted sense of pride settling into his core. Like a predator who caught its first prey. The anima is almost entirely denatured and he grins a green grin, baring his pointed teeth. He uses both hands to scoop up the gooey liquid and pours it into his mouth. He can feel himself laughing, cackling as green drips out of his mouth and down his chin. He chokes as he chuckles, continuing to lick the green from his hands. Deeper and deeper, he falls.

His core thrums and buzzes in his chest. It's aching and it's urging; it all feels stronger than ever. It feels far from being satisfied. The desire drips over him like honey. It creeps over his skin and encompasses all thought. His core wants more, and so does he. He hiccups and gasps despite no need for air. He rests his hands around his throat and his tongue continues to hang out of his mouth. The precious, addictive taste lingers and the wide-eyed, wicked grin doesn't seem to falter. It displays his green-stained teeth.

The anima is gone and his gloves are no longer white.

Leaving open-mouthed kisses across his cheeks, you begin to leave lingering pecks around the length of his scar. If you had to name a favorite part of him to kiss, other than his lips, it is, hands down, his scar. While it doesn’t name good memories, it conveys a powerful tale that’s helped shape him into the hero, the man, he is today. You hope your kisses will wash away any persisting discomfort, that your love will offer pure light and happiness to him.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Shouto’s amused, an arm reaching around you to pull you in closer to his broad frame. Tilting away slightly, you share the same pleasure on your face, your eyes sparkling a bit more now than they did when you woke.

“Of course,” you laugh. “Good morning, love.” The room is quiet; but, if you listen closely, you can hear the beats of his and your hearts, the melody of your deep, deep, deep passion that can even put Romeo and Juliet to shame. As you play with Shouto’s hair, his hand happily seats itself behind the back of your head. Closing the distance, he steals your lips, smiling in between kisses. 

⤏ suggestive/semi-spicy ⤎

I like to believe that while you can be bold as hell when it comes to initiating the more intimate parts of your relationship with Shouto, your half-and-half babe won’t let you conquer for too long. It’s written loud and clear in the Todoroki genes—he’s meant to climb mountains and cross oceans and take what he desires. Lucky for you that’s a dream come true. He and you are always aching for more.

In all honesty, it doesn’t take many kisses from you to wake him.

 But, listen, Shouto is fucking sly and will pretend to stay asleep just so you can continue your sweet assault. This is his way of allowing you to relish your final moments of glory before he takes the reign. Once he’s let you have enough of your fun…oh, darling, you’re not going anywhere. 

As soon as your lips trail down from his ear to the crook of his neck, that little thread inside Shouto snaps, his patience unmistakably out the door. He finally opens those gorgeous eyes of his and pulls away with a smirk. His two-toned watch on you scorches through your very core, sending sparks of electricity up your spine. 

My dear, didn’t anyone tell you that if you fly too close to the sun, you’ll get burned? Though I’m sure you’ve long thrown away all your reservations.

“Mind if I have you this morning, sweetheart?” The sound of Shouto’s pet name for you rolls deliciously over his tongue. You’re over the edge and you’re enthusiastic to find out what happens when you turn the page of this chapter. With Shouto, you’re again and again left catching your breath for his touch. There’s just never a dull moment with him.

Who knew wake-up kisses could make you swell in romantic heat? 

A squeal bubbles through your lips when Shouto hovers over you and pins your wrists above your head, his gaze traveling up and down your delicate figure. Like a lion towards its prey, Shouto’s hunger can only be satisfied by you. He smiles at you sweetly despite his eyes delivering…spicier intentions. When he’s like this, the duality of Todoroki Shouto is certainly a marvel to behold. Count your blessings—you are the only one to see such a beauty. 

You don’t have time to speak his name; his lips are on yours in seconds, enjoying your honeyed flavor. Lip-locked and gasping for air, Shouto backs away, his thumb playing with your bottom lip that shines with saliva mixed with his and yours. He chuckles at the image of you, your cheeks so adorably flushed. He attacks your jaw, lingering kisses up and around, and swiftly trails hot caresses along your throat. Tugging the neck of your shirt down, he pays special attention to the spot just below your collarbone and your chest. 

Shouto thinks you’re beautiful all the time, but when you’re like this, you’re exceptionally more beautiful. He could carve you in his mind forever. When you say his name through heavy breaths, Shouto is fired up, more and more eager to take you to seventh heaven with him. 

⤏ safe for work ⤎

Believe it or not, this green curly hair cutie is up and running just before or at the first glimpse of sunrise. He’s quick to leave bed, stealth at 100% to avoid waking you. Much like his time as a U.A. student, he either trains to begin or end his days. If it’s the former, it provides him that boost of energy when he puts on his costume and works as a Pro Hero. In his eyes, there’s always room for improvement, especially since One For All is one of the most powerful quirks in existence. It’s difficult to fully master. So, don’t be surprised if Izuku’s sleeping hours are rather…questionable. One of his favorite things to do is kiss you, but he’s not much one to continue if it means interrupting your needed rest.

But for the mornings he’s able to sleep in, you never hesitate to shower your beloved with kisses. He loves waking up this way. 

Cold air brushes your face, tickling your nose. Your eyebrows furrow as you huddle in closer to the source of warmth in front of you, seeking additional comfort against the breeze. While tugging the blanket higher with a free hand, you feel slow steady breathing against the crown of your head. You’re careful to peak upwards, your eyes drawing the precious image of Izuku sleeping soundly, his soft lips slightly parted and a little…tempting to touch with yours.

You bite your lip, suppressing a smile with fruitless success. You don’t get enough chances to see him in this peaceful state since he’s typically awake before you. And, with Pro Hero work, there’s no guarantee he’ll always be with you when you fall asleep. He tries, and you appreciate his efforts. You relish in all the moments you do get. Twisting your body, you reach for your phone, of course making sure to not disrupt Izuku’s slumber—not yet at least. With a hurried swipe down the screen, your finger presses the camera icon. 

Time for a photoshoot of a snoozing Izuku? Definitely. What Izuku doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

Photo after photo, you become overwhelmed by the desire to kiss him. You nuzzle the tip of your nose against his chin, the whites of your teeth shining. Moving up, you press a gentle kiss onto his lips. You take a moment to gaze at him, wondering how many kisses it’ll take before he stirs awake. You thumb his lower lip, your other fingers providing delicate strokes to the side of his face. You mentally count the soft pecks to his mouth, his nose, and his freckles, your favorite. 

You’re having too much fun peppering his cheeks.

Izuku’s arms twitch over you, his hands spreading over your spine before squeezing you into a tighter hug. Once your eyes find his, you’re internally screaming, weeping over the visage you see. Izuku is blinking once, twice. His eyes are half-lidded as he gifts you a sleepy grin.

 Oh, how you want to wrap him in your arms and never let go. 

“Well, good morning to you too, honey.” Izuku chuckles as he caresses your cheek; and you’re all too eager to lean in and plant a kiss onto the palm of his scarred hand. At the sight of you, his heart swells up, him feeling so eternally grateful for the love you’ve given him.

He wishes you could kiss him awake every day. 

Izuku brings himself closer, ending the gap between his lips and yours and kissing you with all the tenderness he can ever muster. It’s a breathtaking kiss, a kiss that inspires all the new and old stars to shine even brighter. 

⤏ suggestive/semi-spicy ⤎

Alright, please hear me out on this: I imagine you being the one to initiate a…good number of things at the beginning of your relationship with dear Izuku. He’s quite shy and nervous about all kinds of physical affection because it’s you, and the last thing he’d ever want is to make you uncomfortable. Babe wishes only the best and nothing but the best for you. 

But, watch out. Once Izuku is gains enough confidence, he’ll initiate the intimacies, even the steamy ones. If your lips are lingering on his, he’ll gladly reciprocate and adjust to what you enjoy.

There’s no doubt that darling Izuku can take the lead when he desires. On some days, though, he savors the pleasure in letting you control the pace in your salacious escapades. 

With a mischievous smile on your face, you press open-mouthed kisses on his neck. Izuku loves, loves, loves neck kisses since he’s just so sensitive there. When you begin nipping at his skin, Izuku is instantly wide-awake, trembling ever so cutely. His hands grip your hips, guiding you up to sit comfortably between his abdomen and pelvis. You prop your hands near the curls of his hair and lean into his face.

“Good morning, baby,” you say in between pecks. Long gone is Izuku, utterly pure goo by your loving touches. 

Expectedly, he’s speechless, too focused on the generosity of your passion. Because he’s hopelessly lost in you, his words are incoherent, a mumbling mess when he makes an attempt to ask for more. Fortunately for him, you’re able to comprehend his sweet soft ramblings; and with a giggle, you comply with deliberately slow caresses before shifting in hurried fervor when he least expects it and then repeating the cycle. 

Such a tease. You don’t see Izuku complaining though. Hell no. 

If there’s anything truly addicting it has to be your kisses. And, no, you can’t fight Izuku on this. He’ll take this to his grave if he has to. Your lips, against his own or over his body, leave sweet delectable marks of your unwavering adoration; though unseen he knows you’re forever with him. 

Sweetie, Izuku is under your spell. He’ll follow you through the ends of the earth if you allow him. You are the one for him.    

Deft fingers play with the hem of your over-sized shirt, lifting it up and exposing your soft skin to draw little shapes. You hum when Izuku traces your bare back, the combination of the cool air and his hot digits too tantalizing. With one hand cupping your beloved’s face, the other is interlaced with his. You can feel the various diminutive bumps and ridges adorned around his palm and digits. Bodies meshed together, tongues tangled, lips coated in saliva, you and Izuku are living a euphoric paradise this morning. 

⤏ safe for work ⤎

We all know about the legendary Bakugou Hours. The man’s already asleep by 9 P.M. on some days. I say some because, well, working as a Pro Hero is certainly not a walk in the park. That’s silly. Expect him to be home to you at god knows what hours most of the time. With his body already conditioned to somehow function at peak performance at the crack of dawn with merely a few hours of sleep is a feat in and of itself. He is most likely the one waking you up with kisses. 

However, the days that you wake up before your explosive darling are his favorite days. 

Gleams of the warm sunrise peak through the tiny spaces between the curtains of your shared room, stroking your face and stirring you from a deep delightful slumber. The bridge of your cute nose scrunching at the sun’s intrusion. You swiftly move a hand to your brow bone, creating peace to your delicate eyelids. Your eyes flutter open, the tenderness of your gaze on Katsuki faintly snoozing as he lays on his side.

You take a moment to swallow in his image—the vulnerability and natural beauty of Katsuki while he sleeps pulls at your heartstrings every single time. You want to cradle him forever, guard him from the darkness of the world because you know he damn well deserves that kind of love, the love that brings peace to his mind.  

As he sleeps, you oh so carefully shuffle closer, your body mirroring his position. Both of you typically hold each other in your arms, him the big spoon or vice versa; but, you and Katsuki tend to move around as your sleep cycles further during the night.

With your fingers, you delicately trace his lips, which are so soft despite some cracks faintly peeking through now. Closing the gap between you, you press your lips against him, peppering Katsuki with chaste kisses that hold the weight of the world in them. Craning your neck, you trail loving caresses along his jaw, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, both eyelids, even his eyelashes, and his forehead. 

Katsuki’s body trembles underneath your gentle assault, his limbs beginning to rustle under the blanket, his handsome face crinkling. His vermillion eyes snap open when he feels your lips lingering just a tad longer at the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder. A shiver runs down his body.

Fuck, what a great thing to wake up to.

Is he pleased? Hell yeah, of course. But, he could definitely have more of you. 

He shifts and releases a low grunt of satisfaction from the back of his throat, relishing the warmth of your kisses. You rub your nose against Katsuki’s for an eskimo kiss and pull back, admiring the sleepiness etched onto his face. He’s adorable. And, you’re ready to bury your face onto your pillow and squeal. You bite your lip as you smile and use the pad of your finger to tap his nose.

“Good morning, sweet prince.” Watching him blink through his sleepy daze, you giggle, the sound of your voice intoxicating to Katsuki. He wraps an arm around the small of your back, bringing your body to fit snug against his. 

“G’mornin’ princess,” he murmurs against the top of your head. You can feel his lips curving. It makes you truly happy to spend these quiet moments with him. No one, but you can see him like this; and every day you’re thankful to love and be loved by the one and only Bakugou Katsuki. 

⤏ suggestive/semi-spicy ⤎

Okay, real talk. You simply don’t wake up Katsuki with your lips pressed against him without expecting something in return. If he is the one initiating the morning kisses, then you’re guaranteed for one hell of a ride. If you are the one taking the initiative, you bet your ass Katsuki will want more. But, this can go two ways: the need for food in your belly overcomes the need for Katsuki or the need for Katsuki overcomes the need for food in your belly. Well, let’s just say your appetite for him is too strong on most days.

The man is insatiable for you and will, more often than not, take you when he pleases and however he pleases. You don’t mind though, not in the slightest. You crave him as much as he craves you.

The sensation of a particular kiss against his throat easily rouses him from a relaxing sleep. His fingers tangle in the soft locks of your hair, gently pulling to guide your head upwards and making you come face to face with him. Katsuki has that look—an unquestionably sinful glint in his eyes. His vermillion gaze burns through your own, sparks of fire dancing between you. Before you can greet him, Katsuki pulls you close, your back arching as he hovers his face in the valley between your breasts exposed by the lace camisole you’re wearing and nips at the delicate skin.

Will he leave a mark? Yes. This is Bakugou Katsuki. He just has to claim you in any way possible.

“Mmm, Suki. What about breakfast?” You’re breathless, the words from your mouth spoken through each slow passionate kiss.

“I’m having you for breakfast, princess.” Katsuki pushes you down, your figure falling a little…unceremoniously against the mattress. His brawny frame hovering your small one, his knee finding comfortable purchase between your bare legs. Your head is caged between his forearms. 

Good luck trying to get out. Once he has you in his clutches, there’s no way out.

And suddenly, that familiar tingle rushes through your body, the tips of your toes slightly curling, the rosiness of your cheeks painting the obvious excitement for what’s to come.

Playing with fire is dangerous, honey. So, don’t expect to be having an actual breakfast any time soon. Maybe a late lunch. Who knows?

Katsuki captures your mouth in great haste, his tongue smoothing over your bottom lip and eagerly welcoming yours in passionate heat, devouring you like a starved man. You’re breathless, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire. Pulling away with a pop, there’s a string of saliva connecting you both. He brings his delicious ambush down your body as his nimble fingers lift your camisole to feel the softness of your skin. Your hands grip his hair, lightly tugging and grazing your fingernails against his scalp in pure bliss. This action only spurs Katsuki, a smug grin drawing onto his face. His caresses are teasing, but they become more fervent, quicker, messier.

I stepped into the ballroom, accosted by all the lights and merriment. My strides were petite and demure under the long, silk skirts. The desaturated emerald fabric swished with each movement I made. I surveyed the situation of present, who was dancing and who was decorating the wallpaper. I also forced myself to look at the men despite a lack of interest. I knew I was expected to marry one day, but the thought was incredibly unappealing. I feigned a smile and prepared myself to enter the dancefloor. 

Something caught my attention though. A sealskin coat lay abandoned on the floor. I picked it up and marveled at the incredible softness of it. It was like nothing I had ever felt before! The mottled grey coat felt even smoother than the finest silks and denser than the finest ermine. My jaw almost dropped open, but I refused to let myself appear so improper. As I stood up, I looked around to find who might’ve dropped since an extravagant coat. I noticed a lady with long, jet black hair staring at me with wide, soulful eyes. Her hair was free of any pins or restraint and I marveled at how it flowed in a straight line over her shoulders. This drew my curiosity since what kind of proper young lady would wear their hair down at such an occasion?

I walked over to her and presented the coat. “I believe you have dropped this,” I said. She wordlessly bowed and I bowed my head back. I took that as a dismissal and walked away to find my friends.

“Aislinn!” I cried out cheerfully and her brown eyes lit up at my appearance. “My dearest friend, how have you been?” I stood next to her on the edges of the dancefloor. 

“I have been quite well, Meredith. Have you heard about the latest news?” She giggled before continuing. “There is a new arrival! Mr. Murphy has returned to his estate after long travels to London. He has quite the handsome and welcoming face, does he not?”

I searched around for a new face and laughed emptily when I saw him. He was dancing with Laoise and had a rakish smile on his face. If I wasn’t pretending so hard to be interested, I would’ve said he looked predatory. “He does indeed, Aislinn.” I grimaced, but tried to hide it. “He does indeed.”

The dance ended and everyone bowed to their partners. Mr. Murphy walked towards us and my heart sped up uncomfortably. I forced a polite smile and dipped my shoulders in welcome. His gaze swept up and down my body and I felt a chill run down my spine. My mind was crying out to escape while I could.

“Miss Reilly, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. Would you do the honor of dancing with me for the next set?” He bared his teeth in a false display of gentility.

I stammered and looked in a panic towards Aislinn, but she only encouraged me to accept. I took a deep breath before responding in as calm a voice as possible. “I’d be delighted.”

He extended his hand toward me and I placed mine in his delicately. He led me out to the dancefloor and the music began. I stepped through the dance without a thought and tried to look everywhere, but into his cold eyes. How was I the only one to see men as the monsters they were? Everytime I turned, however, those dark eyes of the girl from earlier seemed to find their way to me. She was watching me from the sidelines. I had no idea what her interest in me was and I was finding it very difficult not to stare back. Her slim form barely filled out the ivory muslin dress she was wearing. The pale color on her moonlight skin contrasted so well with her dark hair I had to wonder if she was a mere apparition. I briefly considered what it would be like to be haunted by such a beautiful lady before Mr. Murphy cut into my thoughts with idle chatter. I turned my attention to him and tried to come up with a response. Every chance I got though, I tried to find the girl in the crowd. And each time, she was there, still watching me.

Mr. Murphy led me back to where I had been standing before he interrupted. He bowed to me. “A pleasure dancing with you, Miss Reilly.”

Aislinn cut in with a delighted squeal the second he turned away. “How was he? Oh, Meredith, he is so dreamy!”

“It was fine, I suppose.” For some reason I could not focus on the conversation and found my eyes wandering, trying to find those that were watching me.

“Fine! Just fine! But Meredith, he is the handsomest man here tonight! How could you possibly say such a thing?” Aislinn huffed, seeming to be personally offended at my words.

“If you say so. But, Aislinn, have you seen the girl with the long black hair, uncoiffed?” I wrung my hands anxiously, filled with a desire to know her. 

“Are you feeling alright, dear friend? No one would dare attend one of these parties with their hair uncoiffed. That would be an outrage!” She looked at me with narrowed eyes. I felt her concern and felt pressed to respond.

“Ah, perhaps I was mistaken after all,” I conceded. Perhaps I was being haunted after all.

There was a firm knock on my door and one of the servants announced, “Meredith, you have a call.”

I groggily sat up in bed. Who would call upon me at this early hour of the morning? All my friends knew that I prefered to only be called upon the afternoon. I dressed hastily in a plain muslin gown and threw a few pins into my hair in the hopes that it looked acceptable. I sighed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I sure hoped it was not a potential suitor. I resigned myself to the fact that it was and left the room.

But the sight that greeted me could not have been expected in any such way. There in my own parlor sat the lady from last night, her hair as sleek and unconfined as before. Her eyes met mine as I approached and I looked at her quizzically. “I do not think we have met before, Miss…?” I said as I sat down on the opposing couch. 

“You may call me Muireall,” she responded with a voice as musical as a harp. I sat there breathless for a brief moment, in awe of the melody with which she spoke.

I found my composure again. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Muireall. I am Meredith Reilly.” I smiled at her demurely. “May I ask as to the purpose of your visit?”

She reached into her skirts and pulled out a small box. She opened it to reveal a golden claddagh ring, the two hands holding a brilliant pearl. “I figured we should get married by human customs as well.” She blushed a brilliant red as she looked up at me. A smile flickered across her face before she looked away. 

I promptly lost my composure again. “Marriage? This is a marriage proposal?” I could not believe what was happening. A woman! Was proposing to me! Of all the things. My thoughts spun round and round and I quite nearly swooned until I caught upon her phrasing. “What could you possibly mean by ‘as well’?” I asked.

She blinked and tilted her head to the side. “You found my sealskin and gave it back to me. By selkie customs, we are now married.” Her beautiful brown eyes looked at me with hints of fear and sadness.

I realized how incredibly difficult this must be for her. I took a deep breath. It must have taken a lot of courage for her to come all the way here. A selkie though! That must be why no one else saw her at the ball last night. But why was she there in the first place? No matter. She was here now and we were married. “You’d have me? A woman?”

She fiddled with the ring box. “Amongst my people we do not see the point in restraining marriage to be between a man and a woman only.”

I extended my left hand. “Well, then I suppose we are married now, Muireall.” A marriage to a woman was something I had never considered before but in that moment I wondered why it had never crossed my mind. Women were so soft and full of joy and friendship. Maybe this was my destiny after all.

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The bright neon signs of the various clubs were glowing in all kind of colours and the streets were full with people of various stages of drunkenness. Arcelm savoured all the different impressions of the night life of Ebrus City. It’s not that his parents wouldn’t let him party and go out with his friends, but - well - how shall he put it … his mother had a very peculiar way of not letting him leave the house on certain nights. Nights like this one. 

Arcelm loved his parents dearly, especially his mother, but sometimes he wished that she was more normal. In a more “down to earth” way. She had the habit of planning their life after a stupid calendar. With various moon cycles and even things like blood moons and eclipses. Arcelm looked up and wrinkled his nose. Heavy clouds were blocking the sky. He saw no stars and especially no full moon. Which apparently was today, at least according to his mother. Come to think of it, she was a bit nervous today and made extra sure that he took his medication on time and - oh shit! What time was it? He needed to take the last one before midnight! Arcelm searched his pockets but wasn’t able to find the familiar little case he always carried around. He must had forgotten it in one of the trousers he tried on and decided to change them for a more skinnier pair of jeans before he snuck out. He sighed and rubbed his nose. It wasn’t the end of the world if he forgot to take one. To be honest, it wasn’t real medication to begin with. Just a “natural supplement” which his mother also took from time to time. This shouldn’t ruin his plans for tonight! He’ll just have some fun for a couple of hours and then return a bit earlier than planned. Yeah, that should do it!

The most known and popular clubs already were too full and Arcelm’s cheerful mood slowly turned sour. With a bottle of alcopop in one hand and the other deep in the pocket of his jeans, he strolled down the street. There were some couples here and there and some of them were already kinda into it and as Arcelm caught himself staring a bit too long, he turned his heavy blushing face away. Maybe all of this wasn’t the best idea after all. Maybe he should go home and bury his face deep into his pillow and drown in self-pity for five minutes. Maybe he -

“Hey there handsome. Your face is way too pretty to be moping around. I’m guessing you’re alone too? My group just ditched me so - wanna hang?”

Arcelm froze. In front of him stood a drop dead gorgeous woman. Red curly shoulder length hair, deep green eyes, a short black dress which highlighted all of her curvy female features perfectly, black high heels and her voice! Arcelm blinked a couple of times and gathered all the courage he could muster in his half tipsy state: “Hi - hey! Wow, I mean, hey. Yeah sure - at least I think you are talking to me?” Arcelm quickly turned around to see if there was someone standing behind him. The woman giggled. “Aren’t you a cute and funny one? I must be so lucky tonight. Listen, I’ll show you the real deal. Those crowded clubs in the front? Only for losers. Come, follow me. Let’s have a good time tonight!” With that, she grabbed Arcelm’s hand and started walking towards the end of the main street. He looked down at their locked hands and felt a slight shiver running down his spine. Maybe he was just too nervous right now, but her hand felt so cold in his own. He cleared his throat : “My name’s Arcelm. Who do I spend the evening with?” The woman smiled and squeezed his hand. Then she took a turn right, leaving the busy main street. “It’s just around the corner. You’ll love it there.” Arcelm cleared his throat again: “O-okay. You got me curious you know. I mean, this is kinda like a mysterious adventure. You still didn’t tell me your name.” She looked over her shoulder and winked: “You’re curious indeed! And I want to stay mysterious for a bit longer. It’s fun!” He chuckled and tried to reply, hiding his rising insecurity: “If you say so!”

Arcelm looked around. While the main street was bright and flashy, this alley certainly had his own charme. He heard the dulled music coming from a few buildings. Mostly heavy metal music mixed with some heavy beats here and there. The woman lead him to a building with red wooden doors. There was no sign with a name above it. At least Arcelm didn’t find one. The man in the front, probably a security guy, just nodded towards Arcelm’s new acquaintance and opened the door. Without hesitation, she pulled Arcelm through and as the doors were closed behind them, it got dark. Really dark. The woman chuckled: “You have an unique name you know. You shouldn’t give it away so freely like that.” She pulled him closer to her and Arcelm could feel her breath on his neck and her knee between his thighs. “I promise you, this will be a night you’ll never forget, Arcelm.” And with that, she opened another door in front of them and suddenly the quietness of the small and dark entry room was replaced by loud music and Arcelm felt his body starting to vibrate to the deep bass in the huge dancing room. A sweet and metallic smell filled his lungs and without even noticing, his body started to move on its own. He looked into the green eyes of his new acquaintance and he suddenly felt so free, careless even. She smiled and they started dancing. He didn’t even know he could dance like that. She put his hands on her hips, encouraging him to explore. He felt her hands doing the same. And after a while, there was another pair of hands and a new face. And then another. Everything started to feel like a blur. Arcelm heard her voice calling his name over and over again. And he followed her through the dancing crowd. He saw her green eyes in front of him. Her beautiful face smiling and everything around him didn’t matter anymore. Because everything was just her. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had past since he entered the club. He wasn’t even sure how many people he had danced with. But he was pretty sure the pain he was feeling right now, was coming from his right arm. Arcelm blinked a couple of times and tried to focus. Where was he? This wasn’t the dance room from before. This room was so bright and it smelled heavily like disinfectant. And why was he lying on his back? Arcelm felt like he was hit by a truck. Slowly he tried to stand up and get on his feet but felt a yank at his right wrist. “What the fuck…?” He looked  down and saw that he was handcuffed to the surface he was lying on. With his free hand, he pulled up his sleeve to look for the source of the pain he felt in his right harm but everything seemed fine by the look of it. He moved his legs and was relieved that they weren’t cuffed either. He took a deep breath and sat up. No need to panic. There was a perfect - maybe not reasonable - but at least a reason, for him being in this … laboratory? He let his eyes wander and shuddered a bit. Surgical equipment, test tubes, white tiles as far as the eye could see and ... a crimson red blood trail leading out of the room. Arcelm felt a sudden pain in his chest. He tried to avert his gaze from the strains on the floor but something compelled him to look. To suck in the air which smelled so sweet. He started to sweat heavily and also started to hear whispers, voices - so many of them: 

Why did you bring him? Look what you did! I didn't’t know! How should I know? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Run, we have to run! It’s not too late! He can be killed! We must hurry! He has no power! Don’t be stupid or do you want to end like Allen?

“No, NO - I don’t want to die!” Arcelm started to drag on the handcuff. His right arm already felt sore from the pain, but he pulled with all the strength his body could muster in his moment. He didn’t want to die. He still was so young. Still had so much to see, so much to feed on. With a last tug, he broke the chain on the handcuff and got up. His feet didn’t touch ground though but something different. Something soft. Arcelm looked down and froze in shock. He stood in a pool of blood and shreds of something that cleary was human once. The pain in his chest returned and it was so much harder this time. Arcelm wanted to grab the table he was lying on not long ago for support but stumbled and fell backwards, knocking over some of the tables and racks in his way.

The next following moments happened in a flash. After hearing the loud noise in the room, the door opened and a couple of people entered the lab. Arcelm got on his feet and tried to run away. Someone grabbed him by the arm, but he managed to shake them off. One just backed down and let him run, but another one tackled him to the ground. Arcelm screamed for help while trying to get the hands of his attacker off him. “Let me go you sick fuck!” The man sitting on him started yelling: “Don’t just stand there! Help me you fucking coward or else we can’t finish him off!” Arcelms eyes widened in shock. No, no!

I don’t want to die. Please no! Someone please help me ...

You don’t need help. They are weak. You are superior. They don’t deserve the blood.

The blood? The blood … is mine. All is mine. 

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This was certainly not what he expected from his 21th birthday. Arcelm opened his eyes and closed them again in an instant. His head hurt so much. He just wanted to have some fun. Did he overdo it yesterday? He tried to remember, but everything was black. He frowned. Why did his room smell like sandalwood and lilies? And was that a velvet bed sheet he was lying on? He made another effort to open his eyes and blinked a couple of times. He groaned.

“So, you finally decided to return to the living?”

Arcelm sat up in a jolt and instantly regretted his sudden movement. Slowly he moved his head to the direction where the unknown deep male voice came from. The room was dimly lit so he had to squint his eyes a bit to find out who was talking to him. The man closed the book in his hands, put it on a side table and got up from the armchair he was sitting on. He was tall, 5’9 or maybe even 6’, slender and his movement was smooth and elegant. He opened the curtains a bit more before heading towards the bed. 

Arcelm blinked a bit and … blushed. He had never seen a more beautiful and graceful man in his life before. His skin was like polished obsidian and his long thick white hair perfectly underlined his aristocratic face, his long nose, the curved brows and the full lips. But the most striking feature for Arcelm were his lilac eyes. Arcelm caught himself staring and his heart started to pound.

“Cat caught your tongue? I’m no healer, but I think I patched you up quite nicely. Do you remember what happened last night?” The stranger sat down on the bed, right next to Arcelm. Without knowing, Arcelm took a deep breath and his face got even redder. The man chuckled. “Okay. Let’s start slowly. My name is Veldarin. Right now, you are lying in my bed in a house near the marketplace of Ebrus. I found you just around the corner of my shop, covered in blood.” With that, all the color of Arcelm’s face faded away and the man put up a hand in defence. “Listen, I - I won’t judge. I just had the feeling that you needed the help and I must admit that I am intrigued. In a certain way. So, you don’t need to be afraid. I won’t call the police if you don’t want to. Would you be willing to share your name and story with me?”

Arcelm fumbled with the velvet blanket and was silent for a couple of minutes, trying to get his thoughts together. What … did happen though? He wet his lips before he started to speak: “I think I did something stupid. At least it wasn’t stupid in the beginning. I wanted to celebrate my birthday. You know, have some fun on the 21st one?” Veldarin nodded in agreement. “Happy belated birthday then.” Arcelm smiled for a second. “Thank you, uhm, anyway, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house and so I sneaked away from home and went down to Ebrus City, to the clubs - but I wasn’t able to enter the regular ones. A woman approached me, red hair, black clothes. She took me with her to a club she knew. Some metal club, I can’t remember anymore. We had some fun but then … everything’s a blur.” Arcelm bit on his lip. And frowned. “I remember a white room. And blood. So much blood.” He started to tremble. “I-I remember being afraid. I ran and something happened. But I can’t remember. I-I’m sorry, I can’t remember!” Arcelm didn’t remember the last time he cried in front of another person but right now, he couldn't stop the tears from forming in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and looked down on his hands. The nails on his right hand were so much longer than those on his left. And since when could he literally see his blood pulsating in his veins? “My mother always made me take some kind of natural supplement. I always thought that they were just some fake vitamins, but I didn’t take them yesterday. And look what happened.” 

Big blue eyes met lilac ones and Veldarin crossed his arms in front of his chest, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sorry but I think I didn’t catch your name …?” Arcelm blinked a couple of times and looked down apologetically. “Where are my manners. My name’s Arcelm. My full name is kinda long but it’s Arcelm Aseir Emys von Irnamil. Thank you for helping me. I’m sure my family will be able to-” Arcelm couldn’t finish his sentence because Veldarin suddenly grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him slightly. “Y o u are Arcelm? That explains everything! I had my assumptions but I wasn’t sure.” Veldarin’s gaze suddenly changed from relieved to concerned and he let his hands slide down from the shoulders to the hands and took them into his. Arcelm started to blush again and shivered a bit. He felt goosebumps raising on his skin. “But at the same time, you were really careless. Do you even know how much time and energy your mother spends to keep you safe?” Veldarin sighed. “You-you know my mother?” The white haired man nodded and squeezed Arcelm’s hands before letting them go. He stood up again and went to one of the drawers in the far corner of the room. Arcelm already missed  the warmth of the older man’s hands and watched him opening the top drawer, cleary looking for something.

The world was a small place though. Who would have thought that someone his mother knew would help him out in the first place? The young man was getting curious now. She never told him about a man like Veldarin. How did she got to know him? Arcelm wriggled his toes. He occupied the bed long enough! It was time to stand up. He looked around the room again. Where were his clothes though? He slid to the edge of the bed and wrapped the blanket around his waist. A blush creeped into his cheeks again as he stood there. Next to him the king sized bed of an older man. This was certainly not the time to question his sexual interests but he always thought that he liked ... women. But then again, he never met someone like Veldarin in his life before. Arcelm sighed. This was uncalled for. He didn’t have the right to think about his savior like that. And this meeting properly was the last one anyway... 

Arcelm stretched his arms and legs before walking up to Veldarin. “I don’t want to sound rude, but do you know where my clothes are? I think I should head home now. Although I would love to avoid my punishment but it’s not my first time to be grounded for a longer time.” Veldarin finally closed the drawer with a quiet sound of accomplishment and turned around to face the young man. With a smile, he took Arcelm’s hand in his again and placed two red pills in it. “The agent in these two pills should suffice for the week. And don’t worry. I already contacted Taliyah. She’s furious but I think the feeling of relieve will be far greater than her anger.” The white haired man walked to the side table at the window and poured some water into a glas. 

“I’m sorry for asking, but these look exactly like the pills I take at home and ... how could you get in contact with my mother while being in the same room with me the whole time?” Veldarin smiled and handed the glass of water over to Arcelm who simply nodded in thanks and took the pills without further hesitation.