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The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 3: Mage from a box

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The three great mages turned around. Nervous, shocked, curious.

They found that the room behind them was now filled with miniature stars, lighting the place up.

Allowing them to get a proper look at the figure.

It was a man. Pale with ravel black hair falling to his shoulders, shining with pops of teal and purple in the light, bringing out his amethyst colored eyes that were accented with dark shadow underneath.

He had a patch of facial hair just on his chin making him look more mature.

From his ears dangled golden earrings.

And he was dressed as though he was expected to meet the king. He was wearing a black, billowing shirt and a purple shoulder piece with a high collar and tulle over sleaves. The shoulder piece was adorned with golden detailing on the edge of the collar. And solid golden emblems on both arms and across the sternum. The detailing depicting wings and feathers, with teal gemstones embedded in the designs.

The cuffs on the black shirt were teal colored and corset belt also both with golden embroidery.

The tight fitting pants were mostly black but with a line of golden detailing down the side that highlighted the silhouette. Paired with a pair of knee high boots with again golden detailing and a slight heel.

Everything about him said “this guy is a big deal,” except his expression.

He looked at them like he needed a nap.

“I guess I should properly thank you for letting me out,” the man mused a little awkwardly as he adjusted his cuffs and collar. “I owe you one…” he admitted, looking around the room a bit absentminded. “Though, mind telling me where I am? Last I remember I was at lake Estramos I think… This is nowhere near that, I know that much,” the man recalled.

“Who, who are you?” Logan asked absolutely shocked.

The man, who once was Storm, but probably wasn’t actually named Storm, rolled his eyes.

“Why bother hiding away V? You can’t help but outclass us, people are going to know you soon enough,” he said in a tone that implied he was mockingly quoting someone. “Gues not Jay,” he huffed.

The stranger turned to them and made a vague bowing gesture. “Virgil. If you want to be formal the title is Virgil, mage of the night flame, but please don’t,” the man, Virgil of the night flame explained.

Roman had heard the title ‘night flame’ before…

From the way Logan and Pat shifted he guessed it struck them as familiar too.

“You said Lake Estramos… That is on the other side of the country,” Patton offered.

“The other side… Not very specific, but never mind…” Virgil strode forward making the trio move to let him through. His clothes flowed along with his movements making them seem even more impossibly graceful. Roman could barely hear any sound from where his boots touched the hardwood floors. Again he felt like this man would not look out of place at a royal ball or any equally prestigious gathering.

Virgil leaned over the desk and looked out at the sky, it was cloudy.

“That won’t do,” he muttered absentmindedly, waving his hand and with a gleam of purple the clouds parted, leaving the mages behind him completely aghast.

Did that man just wave away the clouds as though it was a smudge on his mirror?

“Something is wrong with the stars…” Mage Virgil mused disturbed. “This doesn’t look right… This place is a mess. No self-respecting mage would let it get this bad. Even Remus would think this is too much of a dump… Fine,” Virgil huffed annoyed and next thing he was holding the box. The one with the dangerous ingredients in them. “Wait what are you…” Roman warned, but Virgil had already retrieved no less than three forbidden substances while grabbing a few less dangerous ones from his immediate surroundings and rubbed them together. “Can’t believe I gotta do this shit before a nap,” he grumbled and then his hand glowed again and there was an illusion of a different sky before him. The three mages had inched a bit closer to see what he was doing.

“Okay we’re off by a few degrees north…” the sky moved. “This should be it but the allignments don’t match… when do they match,” Virgil muttered. “It’s summer so maybe just…” another shift in the illusory constellations. “No that’s not right either.”

“Ahm, the arch mage disappeared thirty years ago,” Patton offered helpfully, blushing bright red as the fact that he’d been baby talking this man started to settle in.

Virgil cursed under his breath. “Three decades? Frick where are those idiots? No way they wouldn’t notice I was gone for that long…” The fake sky changed, constellations shifting slowly. “No still not right…” Virgil muttered. Just a touch of concern in his voice. “Four? No… The frick… Fifty years…” The illusory sky stopped moving and Roman saw that the fake stars matched the real stars perfectly now. “Okay, that’s a long ass time. What the fuck did I miss…?” the mysterious mage wondered frustrated, waving the illusion away and turning around to pace with that unearthly grace.

“No chance Jay and Re would forget about me for fifty years. Maybe they wouldn’t question me avoiding people for a year or two but I’d still check in. They know that…” he muttered.

“Ahm… Sir,” Logan said.

Virgil stopped and looked up. “Just Virgil is fine. We’re all mages here,” he assured Logan.

The trio exchanged a look. They hadn’t seen too much of this man’s power yet, but they had felt it when he passed them. They were definitely not the same.

“Virgil,” Logan allowed. Deciding not to argue decorum with the clearly more powerful person in the room. He’d just used three different forbidden herbs to check a fancy calendar and didn’t even seem a little affected.

“Fifty years ago the black magic plague happened. Many powerful mages fell victim… Even if your friends escaped it, it has been fifty years…” Logan explained delicately.

Or as delicately as you can tell a man that everyone he knew is probably dead or close to it.

He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties if he’d aged very favorably.

Virgil frowned. “What nonsense is that?” he scoffed. “First of all, they aren’t very easily killed, especially by something mundane like old age. I’m pretty sure I got stabbed in the back before I ended up here… It feels like I got stabbed at least…” Virgil frowned, looking properly disturbed by something. Then he shook his head and got back to the topic at hand. And his pacing.

Every time he turned his hair and clothes swished in mesmerizing ways Roman found.

“In any case. Stabbing in the back didn’t do the job, clearly, and my friends have survived worse than that. And a black magic plague? Not a chance. Even if it was a thing, which any mage worth their robes should know it isn’t, J and Re wouldn’t be so lame as to catch it. They’d be offended at the suggestion. No… Something happened. Like me ending up here fifty years later… Where did you find me?” Virgil asked stopping abruptly and looking at them.

“Um there was a box on the desk… it was chained up,” Roman offered.

Virgil looked back at him, fully focused on him for the first time since he took human form. Which meant that Roman had to acknowledge a few things. This man was dangerously powerful, potentially evil (even if he didn’t know about the forbidden herbs thing, something had caused him to be locked in that box and while Roman’s gut told him he wasn’t bad, the judge was still out on that one) and very, very hot. He was too gay for this.

Virgil cocked his head, pensive. “You mentioned a box earlier. You think it had a hiding spot underneath a desk but was left behind out of its usual place,” he recalled. Roman nodded nervously, having a hard time speaking when those eyes were staring down into his soul.

Virgil cocked his head, nodded, took a deep breath and relaxed his posture a bit before addressing them again. “No need to be scared…” he promised. “Let’s take a step back. Hi, once again. Call me Virgil. And you three are?” the mage offered, sounding softer than before.

“Ah, Patton, martial crafter,” Patton offered. Virgil nodded, not as surprised as people usually were when he said that.

“Logan, I am the diviner of the group,” he offered. Virgil’s eyes drifted to the books bound on Logan’s hips, seemingly skeptical.

“And ah, Roman. Herbalist, medic…” Roman offered, again Virgil wasn’t surprised, but he’d seen Roman in action so that made sense.

“The stone… Did you figure what it was yet?” he asked instead, surprising Roman.

“Um… Logan is more the identify the things guy…” Roman smiled a bit uncomfortably at being put in the spot like that. How did he even know he’d been meditating on that?

“Try anyway,” Virgil instructed, eying him with curiosity and patience.

Roman frowned but retrieved the stone from where he’d dropped it when the whole ‘the phoenix is actually a person’ drama started.

“Okay…” he muttered holding the stone, feeling it the way he’d been doing earlier. He felt that magic again, the impatience…

“Don’t fight against it,” Virgil said, suddenly besides him, but Roman wasn’t scared. He didn’t feel like Virgil was trying to do anything bad, rather trying to help.

“Trust your magic, let it flow. You are a Great Mage, you have opened the path of your mana and connected to the magical flow on a deeper level. Trust that connection you worked so hard for. Don’t overthink it,” Virgil insisted.

Roman nodded, a bit flustered at having the attractive mage hold an unprompted tutoring session standing right behind him.

Roman tried to do what he was told. He took a breath and let his magic seep through his fingers into the stone. It was fuzzy at first. Like a room full of people talking in a strange language. And suddenly it came to him. “It’s a variation on a sending stone, but this one only listens,” he realized.

“An eavesdropping stone if you will,” Virgil nodded, not surprised. “Something like that could definitely come in handy if you want to get the jump on a mage who’s traveling…” Virgil mused.

“You are not suggesting the arch mage did this to you,” Logan chided.

Virgil shook his head. “Not a clue who he is so I wouldn’t know if he’d care enough about my existence to bother. It’s possible he did get the jump on the guy who got to me and took the box I was in and this stone from him. I’m not jumping to conclusions any time soon,” Virgil assured them.

That was a comfort for the group. They weren’t sure if they could handle this mage deciding to take revenge on the mage. He might beat them to his location. If he was alive to begin with, they wouldn’t be able to protect him.

Virgil didn’t seem to notice their relief or at least not care about it. He turned his attention to Logan.

“But that brings me to you glasses. What’s with all the books?” Virgil challenged.

Logan’s hands reached for his most prized possessions. “Spellbooks. For divination,” he explained confused.

Virgil scoffed. “You are a Great Mage too right? You should’ve left books behind when you went from wizard to mage,” he pointed out.

“Well… Typically, yeah,” Logan admitted a little flushed. “But divination is tricky and can be overwhelming and I just…”

Virgil disappeared from Roman’s side and appeared on Logan’s, making the mage jump.

“Relax nerd. Did you or did you not make it to Great Mage?” Virgil asked.

“I… How do you even know? We never mentioned our rank,” Logan pointed out defensively.

“Despite the fact that you guys are half-assing your spells you mean? I can tell you made the connection. Even in my guidance form I could tell. You guys were born under some seriously generous stars by the way. I don’t know how your teachers fucked up your lessons so bad,” Virgil explained.

“Now, Like I told Roman, don’t overthink it. I can tell that might be something you have a harder time with than your friends. I’ve been there with some of the more complicated stuff too. But your magic is there to help you, not hurt you. Close your eyes, focus on a question, just one, and let your magic find the answers,” Virgil said lowly.

Roman couldn’t quite help the sting of disappointment when he realized that Virgil had not singled him out but was apparently giving pointers to everyone.

“Something simple, like the weather for tomorrow, or just what’s up with the scroll in your hand,” Virgil stated. “Do you have your question?” he asked.

Logan hesitated but nodded.

“Okay, open your eyes, and remember, focus,” Virgil said.

Logan took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

And collapsed with a scream of pain.

“Hey, what did I say? Focus. One thing,” the purple clad mage said as he knelt down and laid his hands on Logan’s shoulder.

“I can’t, too many questions,” Logan gasped, clasping his head.

“Deep breaths. Focus on my voice for now okay? Maybe a busy room like this wasn’t the greatest place to do this exercise,” Virgil allowed.

“I would suggest practicing it a bit more when you are out of here. Maybe on some things you know the answers to already. I had a classmate who was a little wanna-know-it-all and couldn’t pick questions easily and this method seemed to help them,” he told Logan.

Logan took a few breaths and then nodded, indicating he was alright.

Virgil rose to his feet and turned to Patton who let out a squeak.

“I saw you use magic to open that chest earlier,” Virgil stated pointing to one of the chests Patton had explored after dinner. “Your form was excellent. A little immature maybe but that doesn’t affect your spell casting. What you lack is Instinct.

If you are a fighter class mage then you should asses any obstacle, whether it’s a locked chest or a stranger, in an instant. You have it down pretty alright with objects from what I saw, but you are clearly not trusting your gut when it comes to people. You can’t protect anyone if you don’t know how the threat measures up against the abilities of your group.

You can’t be sure if someone is a threat if you are not willing to believe someone could be a bad person. Don’t get me wrong, being optimistic about people and junk is not a flaw. But you have to be willing to accept that I might be a threat in order for your magic to tell you whether you should be worried about me. You might actually end up liking the answer.”

Patton fidgeted flustered.

“Do you really want to be too late to react if I end up trying to harm Roman?” Virgil asked.

Patton’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“Then believe that I might. Let your gut tell you if I will,” the mage from the box insisted.

Patton took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Roman’s eyes widened as he saw his friend glow blue for a moment. Patton shivered and then relaxed.

“I… I think you could. But I don’t feel like you want to harm us,” he said.

“Good job,” Virgil nodded. “This should have been lesson one after becoming a mage. And it should have been part of the theoretic studies during your wizard training. Seriously what happened to all the decent teachers at the academy the past 50 years?” The mage huffed.

The trio exchanged some looks. This man wasn’t making any sense, but he had offered them help without any prompting from them or asking something in return… Roman really didn’t know what to make of him. Was he crazy, brilliant, good or bad?

Logan looked at Virgil, studying him and his eyes glowed blue. “Wait… Now I know where I heard your title before… You are the mage from the stories of old! The one who tamed the stars!” Logan exclaimed. And just like that the stories came rushing back to Roman.

“Oh! I remember!” Patton exclaimed. “The story said your house is so full of spirits it’s practically alive,” he pointed out.

“And that you laughed in death’s face!” Roman added wide eyed.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “That’s all a little exaggerated, but I guess that would be me,” he huffed reluctantly.

“But… Are you sure it was only 50 years sir?- I mean Virgil,” Roman corrected when he saw Virgil’s warning look. “Because you played a pivotal role in the founding of my grandfather’s home town… And they are celebrating their 100th jubilee next fall,” he continued confused.

“Oh. Your gramps is from Sanlow? Small world. I was at the 50 year jubilee, they know how to throw a party. I might pop by for the 100th if I’ve figured out who put me in a box and where they put my friends by then…” Virgil chuckled. “Guess they’d be surprised to see me,” he smiled a little fondly.

Well, he was the guy… But how did he not look like he’d been at least seventy when he went in the box…

The group exchanged looks again. Wondering if it was wise to ask.

“Anyway, if you four will give me an hour for a powernap,” Virgil said as stretched himself.

“I have more questions before I can get started on finding my friends and I guess I’ll answer a few in return, plus there is that favor so we should make sure you guys can cash it in. But before any of that, I really need to recharge. See you,” he bid before heading for the stairs.

“You can’t sleep in The Arch Mage’s bed!” Logan exclaimed, his voice skipping an octave in indignation.

Virgil turned. “I wasn’t gonna. I’m not wasting magic on making a bed that’s been abandoned for 30 years passable. I just need a bit of free floor, which I don’t have much of here especially if you three are gonna keep doing whatever it is you were here for while I nap.

You are gonna have to tell me who this guy is when I get back by the way,” he said dismissively before making his way down the stairs.

“That… That was a lot,” Roman mused, looking at the stone in his hand thoughtfully.

“I know you said he wasn’t intending on harming us Patton, but I still do not trust him. Whether on purpose or by ignorance, he seems to disregard all magical decorum and he is clearly insistent on making us do the same,” Logan huffed.

“But… He wasn’t wrong… his guidance helped,” Roman offered.

“This time. And it didn’t do me that much good. He got lucky with you two,” Logan insisted.

“What did you see that made you realize who he was?” Roman asked curiously.

Logan opened his mouth and then turned away flustered.

“Not… Not his past really. But I saw some of his spells… That’s when it clicked,” Logan admitted.

Roman looked around them, at the little lights floating in the air.

“Well, we might as well take the time we have to finish up here for the day. Maybe think of what we can ask the High Mage later. Maybe he knows something that will help us, even if he doesn’t realize it yet. While he was locked up before the Plague and the Arch Mage became famous, he was clearly very active in the decades before. They might’ve crossed paths. He might know of a secondary home or something useful,” Roman suggested.

Logan and Patton nodded. Though Logan still seemed a bit put off by his experience.

Roman knew his friend. He was likely torn between blaming Virgil and feeling like he was lacking in talent himself to not get it ‘right’ the way Roman and Patton had.

He understood why Logan was apprehensive of the man. Part of Roman was also scared of him and his casual attitude towards dangerous things.

But he couldn’t help but feel like the powerful man was sincere in his gratitude and helpful intent.

The medic shook his head and turned to the piles of items. Best figure out what might be useful later and compile it. Tomorrow they had to have some kind of clue.

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

Yandere Dick Grayson x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: This AU came to me in a dream. The best honor you can bestow on a character is a yandere Ghostface fic, so I obviously had to give one to my man.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: yandere content, Ghostface Dick Grayson, stalking, blood, stab wounds, reader is implied to be a college student, reader likes horror movie trivia, Dick’s kinda freaky in this, OOC Dick (since he’s obviously not a serial killer in canon), the writer’s poorly disguised blood kink (nothing NSFT-worthy, but it’s definitely there).

… Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring…

Honestly, the phone ringing from the kitchen might’ve been the best jumpscare of the night. At least it was unexpected, unlike the tactics of this low budget slasher film you were watching (what was it called again? Agh, you’d have to look at the channel menu, and you lost the remote long ago). With a small sigh, you pulled yourself out of the couch and stretched your arms outwards, reveling in the satisfying pops elicited from your shoulders.

… Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring…

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “I’m coming.”

The phone was in the middle of a fourth ring when you finally reached the kitchen. Picking it up with a loose arm, you punched in the answer button and brought it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

An unfamiliar voice greeted you on the other end. It was low and velvety, with the slightest gravelly texture around the edges that made the back of your neck feel prickly. Your brows furrowed at their teasingly flirty tone, not liking where this could be going. “And who is this?”

“You tell me,” replied the unknown caller.

“Sorry, got no idea.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, facing the living room so you could at least half-tune into movie still. “So… can I help you with anything, or…?”

“What’s your name?”

Okay. Whoever this guy was, he was seriously starting to creep you out and piss you off. “Dunno, you tell me,” you mockingly answered. “How did you get this number?”

“No need to be so rude,” the voice cooed at you. “I just wanna talk, is all.”

“Not very fond of talking to strangers,” you distastefully mumbled.

“You must not make a lot of friends, then.”

“Well,” a puff of air left your lips, “I manage.”

“Sure doesn’t look like it.”

… Huh?

Vocal chords feeling suddenly dry, you thickly swallowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Come on now, gorgeous.” There was a chuckle before the caller continued. “It’s a Friday night. Shouldn’t you be out with friends instead of watching old scary movies all by yourself?”

Your blood turned ice cold.

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Who the hell is this weirdo, not only giving you a random call, but also spying on you? Was this some sort of prank from that dumbass fraternity down the street? Some sort of tradition they have to call up new residents in the townhouses and try to scare them shitless? But if that’s the case, how the hell did they get your number?

Another chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. “Don’t look so tense, love. I only wanna talk, remember?”

“Talk,” you flatly echoed, turning around slowly to face the kitchen window. While you didn’t see anyone out there from where you were standing, it was too dark to know for sure. “About what?”

There was a long pause. All you could hear for several seconds was your quickening heartbeat and over-acted screams from the TV. It lasted for so long, wondered if your trembling fingers somehow accidentally hit the hang-up button.

Finally, the unknown caller spoke up again.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Your brows furrowed at the question. Why the fuck did he want to know that?

“Can’t say I have a favorite,” you shakily answered.

“Everyone’s got a favorite,” reasoned the caller. “Even I have one.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes darted between the window and the backdoor, praying you remembered to lock both of them. “What’s yours, then?”

“Guess.”

“… Friday the 13th?”

“Nope.”

“John Carpenter’s Halloween?”

“Guess again.”

“Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“You’re really bad at this.”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you, or a shadowy figure was emerging from behind the bushes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to slowly back out of the kitchen. “Well… then I give up. Tell me.”

“Nuh-huh, sweetheart. The game doesn’t work like that. And besides…”

You were now at the threshold in between the kitchen and the living room. “Yeah?”

“Three strikes and you’re out.”

A click, then a low beep; the call was dead.

Just like you’ll probably be if you stick around.

While you weren’t exactly sure if “out” meant he was going to kill you, you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that only murderers made ominous quips like that. So, dropping your phone to the ground and spinning on your heals, you made a b-line towards the front door and fiddled with the lock. If he could see you from the kitchen, then that obviously meant he was out back; he’d have to circle around the entire line of townhouses if he wants to catch you in the front. That would give you enough time to start banging on doors, and at least someone would have to let you in, right?

As soon as you threw the door open, however, it became shockingly apparent that you made the wrong decision.

Looming in the doorframe was a broad figure in black robes. He wore a porcelain white mask with exaggerated mouth and drooping eyes, reminding you for a split second of some sort of Scooby-Doo monster. The only difference between one of those and this fucker, however, was the rather sharp-looking knife he were twirling in their gloved hand.

He gave you a tiny wave with his free hand.

You began to book it back into the kitchen.

Before you could even clear the living room, however, a sharp pain exploded in the back of your shoulder, causing you to cry out as your knees buckled. You were sent careening towards the ground as something ripped out of your skin; his knife, you realized with complete and interr horror. With grunts of agony, you struggled to push yourself off of the linoleum floor in hopes to get back to your feet.

An impressed whistle pierced the air. “Took that like a champ, sweetheart. So proud of ya.”

You finally managed to get yourself to a semi-crouched position, only for a hand to grab at your wounded shoulder and shove you down. The shout that was ripped from your chest was cut off as your jaw harshly slammed against the linoleum floor. Metallic blood flooded your mouth as your teeth caught your tongue in the impact, only adding to the cacophony of pain. There was still a firm hand on your shoulder, which squeezed tighter so he could roll you over and face him.

“You look so pretty when you’re terrified,” your attacker cooed, his blood-splattered mask only inches away from your face. He lowered himself to straddle your hips, his body weight pinning you against the floor. “Way better up close.”

“Please,” you pathetically pleaded, some of your bloody spit dribbling down your chin. “Please…!! Please, just let me go!!”

A low rumble came from him — a weird mix between a laugh and a groan — as he held the knife up against your neck. The blade was still warm, your own dark blood staining your skin. “Yeah, go on... beg for your life, love.”

God, why was this happening to you?! All you wanted to do was watch some cheap slasher movie and take it easy for the night, and now you’re one slice away from certain death?? Was this seriously gonna be how you go out; murdered in your own living room with old reruns playing on the TV? A choked sob left your lips at the pitiful thought.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered, feeling the edge of the knife catch your skin as your throat bobbed from swallowing. “Please…”

“Good job, gorgeous,” he condescendingly praised. “Just like that. Don’t you know how hot you look right now?”

Christ… this guy was fucking disgusting. The way he seemed so into this made your skin crawl. His free hand came up to caress your cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind with it. Swiping his thumb across your lower lip, he hooked his index finger under your chin and tilted your head upwards. It took you a few moments to register that the weight of the knife’s blade was removed from your neck, now being held gently against your cheek as he let out a hum.

“You’re quite the catch,” he mused, pressing the blade harder against your cheek to draw blood. You couldn’t help but sharply inhale at the stinging sensation.

“Why are you…” a noise of pain interrupted your sentence as he slowly slid the knife down to your jawline, “doing this..?!”

He didn’t seem to care for your question. Instead, he released your chin from his leather hand, bringing it up to his mask and stroking the elongated jaw. It was as if he was pondering something, his fingers smearing your speckled blood downwards until he got to the tip of his mask’s chin. Then, in a slow, deliberate movement, he began to tug the mask upwards to reveal a crooked smirk. Your stomach dropped entirely when you realized he was confident enough about this to let you see part of his face; he really was going for the kill.

“I’d like to think this thrill is a lot better than the cheap scares in movies,” he teased, bringing the knife back to your throat and leaning closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath against the cut on your cheek as he finished with, “and I think you’d agree.”

Your shoulders jolted at the sudden wetness against the side of your face, and it dawned upon you that the fucker was licking you. His tongue ran up your shallow gash, clearing away whatever amount of blood that bubbled from it. You felt your face crinkle up in disgust as he continued to lap at it, like he was a little kid licking an ice cream cone (you could even hear him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth and swallow; this fucking psycho was actually consuming your blood).

Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled away a few inches to run his red-stained tongue over his lips. “You know… my favorite scary movie is actually Dracula. I was always into the classics.”

“Dracula,” you shakily repeated, feeling cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. “1930s? Tod Browning?”

He let out a hum of approval. “Wow. You seem to know your stuff, sweetheart! Didn’t realize you were that into the genre.”

“I… I guess…”

“Yeah?” The leather of his gloves creaked as he clenched the hilt of the knife tighter. “Isn’t this perfect for you, then? Getting to live out the real deal? Lot’s of horror movie junkies out there would absolutely kill to be in your position right now.”

Your limbs felt numb, petrified to the floor with pure terror. “Never thought I’d s-star in one…!”

“What a shame,” he tutted. “You’re a perfect fit for the victim role.”

The blade began to dig deeper into the meat of your neck.

This was it. This is how you were going to die. You could barely hear the resolution of the movie in the background over your palpitating heart as the blade dug deeper into the meat of your neck. With any luck, he’d make this a quick one, putting you out of your misery so you didn’t have to suffer through a slow, painful death. If he wasn’t that nice, however, your vision was already spotty from blood loss, so there was at least the possibility of you passing out before it got too agonizing.

But then, just as you could feel your own blood dribbling down your collarbone, the pressure was alleviated.

“Come to think of it, though…” he pulled the mask back down his face, giving it a little jostle to make sure it was correctly oriented. “Killing you off so soon would be disappointing.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I want to see you in the sequel.”

Without another word, he slowly pushed himself off of you to stand up. You took this as the perfect opportunity to desperately crawl away, wide and careful eyes still trained on him in case he lunged at you again. Fortunately, it seemed as though he truly was done for the night, taking a few steps back from you as he twirled the knife in his one hand. With the other, he gave a tiny wave, and practically skipped out the front door, even having the courtesy to slam it behind him.

He just spared your life.

You could practically feel yourself melting into the cracks of the linoleum floor. Holy shit, he just spared your life. After all of that — finding your number, calling you outside of your house, stabbing you, and having the perfect opportunity to finish you off — he decided to spare your life. What the fuck just happened.

Well, it’s not like you had time to deliberate on that; you were kinda still bleeding out right now. He did stab you, after all.

So, rolling yourself over on all fours, you clutched the bloody wound on the back of your shoulder and began to crawl towards the kitchen as the ending credits rolled on your shitty slasher film.

So… as it turns out, the phone ringing was not the best jumpscare of the night.

#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ GHOSTFACE AU #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ ROMANTIC(?) YANDERE #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON X READER

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chvnnie · 2 years

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changlix hard thought below the cut.

as always: not proofread. don’t come for me

SMUT - MINORS DNI

seo changbin x reader x lee felix

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

wc: 1.4k

warnings: implied impact play, use of collars, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!changbin/sub!reader/sub!felix, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, use of word “slut”. i need to go like, touch some grass idk

taglist (was asked to add this to my hard thoughts, and i’m nothing if not a people pleaser so): @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme

when your boyfriend said he wanted to “shake things up” in the bedroom, this really wasn’t what you were expecting.

it started off with a text earlier in the evening.

bin [20:20]: be home within the hour. i expect you on the bed, dressed in that pretty white set i bought you last week. see you soon. <3

you scrambled to get ready. “within the hour” could mean an hour on the dot, or five minutes. it was such a vague amount of time, and you really didn’t want to be caught slipping. your ass still ached from the punishment he gave earlier his week.

the lingerie bodysuit hugged you in a way that made you feel more exposed than you would nude. the lace made it practically see through, the temperature of the apartment only made it worse by hardening your nipples. it made you feel pretty, but also like you were on display.

at least it was only for changbin.

you were sat on the bed, adjusting your collar when the front door open. the bell on it rang as you fastened it quickly, wanting to be completely presentable for your boyfriend. your heart was thumping in your ears, your throat, your chest - the excitement that raced through you unmatched. texts like that were your favorite; a mix of giddiness and nerves making you practically bounce in your seat. changbin was unpredictable, and that’s what made it so much fun.

but as unpredictable as he was, you still were surprised when you heard him speak to someone, and a low voice respond.

no. no, it couldn’t be.

the doorknob rattled, and you didn’t even have time to blink before it was open. your boyfriend had his head turned, talking to the person behind him as he opened the door wide, letting the guest in.

you and felix looked at each other at the same time with mirroring expressions; both jaws dropped, both eyes wide. the only difference was the emotion swimming behind them. yours was one of shock, while his was one of deep desire.

you were so focused on felix, you didn’t notice changbin walking up to the bed. he grabs your chin, pushing your jaw closed before tilting it in his direction.

“forget something?” he asked, playful voice riddled with hints of warning.

attempting to push felix to the back of your mind, you look up at your boyfriend. “welcome home, daddy.” you whisper, hoping the tremble of your lips wasn’t that obvious.

changbin leans down, lips brushing against your own in a gentle kiss. “remember when i said i would bring a surprise home?” he says as he stands up straight, a smug expression on his face as he stares at you. nodding slowly, his grin begins to grow. “do you like it?”

your crush on felix was never really a secret. he was always so kind to you; baking you your favorite treats, going out of his way to do favors for you, spending time with you when changbin was away or too busy. how could you not fall for him, when he’s the sweetest person you’ve ever met?

it was easy to humor the idea that the feelings were mutual, but you had always thought you were just being hopeful. you were dating changbin, and felix didn’t seem like the kind of guy to crush on his friends’ partners.

it seems like you’re surprised in more ways than one.

changbin shrugs his suit jacket off, veiny hand finding the knot of his tie. “don’t be rude, love.” he says as he loosens it. “say hello to our guest.”

turning to face felix, you allow yourself to get a better look at him. his suit fits him perfectly, framing his body in a way that makes drool pool in your mouth. his slacks look a little snug, which doesn’t help the hide the painful erection he’s sporting. his freckled cheeks are flushed, and though he tries, he can’t seem to look away from you, eyes traveling up and down your figure slowly.

you swallow, working up the nerve to speak. “hi, lixie.” your voice is soft, barely making it to where he stood. the use of his nickname - plus the gentleness in which you said it - made his cock twitch, aching to get out of its confines.

“hi.” he says after he clears his throat, trying hard not to get caught up by everything. “you look…nice.”

the way you gently chuckle has him internally screaming, hands balling into fist to try and control himself. “so do you.”

“you both look great.” your boyfriend chimes in, drawing your attention back to him. he was still standing beside you, a pleasant smile on his face as he watched your interactions. “like two pretty toys, all for me to play with.”

you feel your body flush with heat, the reality of what’s happening hitting you hard. changbin knew you liked felix, and had obviously figured out he felt the same way. this meeting wasn’t a spur of the moment kind of thing — changbin had a plan, and god knows how long he’s been plotting.

“felix, come here.” your boyfriend commands, the younger man quickly crossing the room to join the two of you by the bed. his eagerness only serves to make changbin more confident, a hand resting as the nape of your neck to keep your gaze in his direction. “he’s wanted to play with you for a long time, baby.”

the sentence brings light to your eyes, nerves subsiding as excitement takes hold. “really?”

“really. the problem is, lixie doesn’t know how to do that.” changbin says with a pout, eyebrows furrowing sadly. “so he asked me for help.”

changbin reaches his out hand out for felix, grabbing him by the belt and pulling him closer to the two of you. up close, you can see that felix is just as much of a nervous, excited mess as you, if not more. he’s bouncing slightly on his feet, knees knocking together a bit as his legs tremble.

felix wants this just as much, if not more, than you do.

letting go of both of you, changbin sits on the bed next to you. “what do you want her to do, felix? tell her. she knows how to listen.”

felix looks at his friend, then you. “i want her to give me head.” and though he was holding eye contact with you, he spoke like you weren’t even in the room.

and that ignited the flame in your core even more.

“make her do it.” changbin says, nodding towards felix’s crotch. “take off your pants, and fuck her face.”

you almost expected him to hesitate, to move slowly. but instead, he undid both his belt buckle and pants rather quickly, shaky hands pushing them down to his ankles.

changbin scoots closer to you, a hand rubbing your inner thigh. “look how pretty his cock is, baby. open your mouth like a good girl and show him how well you can take it.”

lips parting, you look up at felix and roll your tongue out. waiting for him. showing him you want him. he moves on his own, hands cupping your face as he slowly slides himself inside your mouth, not stopping until your nose touches his hips.

his thrusts begin slow, loudly moaning as his cock fills every inch of your throat. “fuck, fuck. s-so good.”

it’s when you start to choke around his cock that felix feels the last grip of self control he had slip away. fingers tangled in your hair, he holds on tightly as he begins to snap his hips hard and fast, using your mouth just the way he wants it.

“that’s it, baby.” changbin says, hand on your thigh now teasing your clothed core. “fuck her face like the slut she is.”

was it calling felix baby, or calling you a slut that made his balls clench, the impending orgasm causing his brain to empty? felix wasn’t too sure, but regardless, he picks up the pace, both praise and degradation falling from his lips.

“such a g-good hole.” he whines, movements becoming sloppy. “a good, pretty toy. f-fuck, i’m gonna cum. can i?”

you know who felix is asking, and it’s not you.

the power changbin holds is mind blowing, making you whimper as a wicked smile stretches across his face. “cum all you want, baby. make a mess of our toy.”

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