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seancekitsch · 3 years

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Out of the Rain: a Marko x Reader fic

Warnings: bloodplay goes without saying bc vamp, rough sex, dirty talk, semi public sex, telepathy?? me projecting my music taste on this fic again. drug use, fast and loose use of vampire lore bc when i write i am god and u cannot stop me. also can u tell i have like…. v clear descriptions of the setting like i used to work at the place im describing but its not in california

No one had come in for hours. What's the point of staying open? You dim some of the lights in the store, which is one of three head shops in Santa Carla, but the only one open late. You're not really sure why this is the only store that stays open, why everyone else if worried about the three am walk back to their car on a weekend night. You've never seen anything of suspicion, just sometimes that biker gang watches people shuffle out. That was almost comforting, though. People didn't like those guys, so no one would make you use your switchblade if they were around.

The bright while fluorescent lights of your typical daytime ambiance faded away, and now green light bathes you in the “mood” lighting your boss thought was a good idea. The green lighting reflects off of the glass counters, shining it back at the ceiling and making everything that much more green. It fits, you think with the overall vibe of the store. The stale scent of weed, gently and miserably covered up by some nag champa incense, always burning in at least four different spots within the store. You'd long since gotten used to the smoke in your eyes. The music does everything to add to the ambiance. You always have full control of the music in the shop, usually because no one else is willing to take the night shift in Santa Carla. In fact, most of the boardwalk shops had a revolving door of night shift workers. You never got why, something clearly spooks them that does not spook you. Whether that makes you brave or stupid, you dont know. Jefferson Airplane’s Surrealistic Pillow pumps through the speakers in the store. But I suppose no one knows, you're my plastic fantastic lover.

The rain batters the boardwalk outside, a roar much different than the typical hustle and bustle of drunk teens, of the cliques and crews that come in and out; the few that sit and snicker in the doorway, never entering. Some too afraid to be associated with the implication of being spotted in the shop. We sell jewelry and vinyl too, you always say, when they balk at the idea of being in the same room as a bong or incense.

But then there's the other group that stands and idles in the threshold, also not entering. It's that biker gang. Four guys, a girl, a kid. Maybe he’s the brat of the girl and the one who takes himself too seriously, but maybe not. She looks too young for that. They'd been hovering around quite a bit lately, always after dark. You’d spoken to them, at least the ones that are talkative. The hair metal wannabe and the cute short one. Paul and Marko. You knew the dark haired one was Dwayne, but all he ever offered you was a curt nod and a tight lipped smile, respectful but indifferent. They're nice, not worth the spooky reputation they have. Any time it's not just you at the shop, your boss tries to spook them away. Good thing your boss isn't here tonight, because one of them is prowling around the storefront in the rain. That is, if it's not your spliff induced haze playing tricks on you.

No, one of them is out there. Without his little pack. The cute one. Marko.

You walk over to the door, which you haven't had propped open since the rain trickled in as a drizzle at the beginning of your shift. At least he had enough sense to be huddling under the awning. Fuck, he’s handsome even when he looks like a drowned rat.

“What are you doing out here?” You scrunch up your nose as you ask.

“Y’know, waiting for you to show up.” Wanted a look at that cute ass.

You blink at him. Did he really just say that?

“Okay… well, you know it's raining out there, right?”

“I might,” he offers noncommittally, eyeing the spliff still in the hand that's not holding the door. If it were anyone but him, you'd probably get fired for it.

Why is he just hanging around out here? That's hella weird. His curls are getting matted to his forehead, slick with rain, his jacket starting to look a little sad.

“C’mon in, Marko. It’s too wet out here. You’ll fuck up your jacket.” You nod towards the interior of the shop holding the door open as he passes you.

Wrong move, sweet cheeks.

“What did you say?” What did he mean, wrong move?

“I didn't say anything,” he offers nonchalantly as he thumbs at one of the tapestries on the wall. A garish mess that’s supposed to be the worm from Alice in Wonderland, but it’s distorted by a botched tie dye job of dark muddy colors. Every time you look at it, you assume one of the day workers did it.

“No, you said something.”

“Do you want me to say something?” there's both a threat and an innuendo in his tone. Maybe you do, but you just laugh, a sharp exhale through your nose, and bring the spliff to your lips again as he follows you deeper into the store.

You jump up onto the counter next to the ash tray, easy reach for each time you need to ash.

“So why are you really here?” your eyes narrow at him, kicking your sandal off on the floor where it lands a few inches from his boots. He looks uneasy in the space, like for all the wild shit you assume he’s into, he might not actually belong in it. He sways a little to the music, perfectly in tune with the rhythm. You sway along too, and suddenly he fills the space like he belongs. He just needed someone along for the ride with him.

“Do you ever come around during the day, or just at night because I’m so fun?” You’re teasing him, but it’s a nice easy feeling between you.

“Not really a sun guy,” bullshit, he would look beautiful with a tan, “but I do drag everyone here just to see you.”

“Awww, all for me? Do you have a crush, Marko?”

It’s more than that. You hear the words clearly, but his smile doesn’t move. You kick the other sandal off.

“I can hear you, I don’t know how, but I can. I bet you can hear me too.”

I can. You’re wrong about the tan thing.

You straighten up, mind clearing as you blurt out your next question. Something absolutely stupid.

“So what are you, a vampire or something?” he laughs at you, but his big toothy smile doesn't reach his eyes. No, there's something predatory, extremely dark in his eyes. Otherworldly.

How could you guess?

“Well, that for one big fucking clue.” You ash the spliff for the final time, leaving the roach in the tray. You would think you’d be more surprised, more upset that you just found out vampires were real, and that you were in the same room as one. You have to say, weirder things are probably afoot in Santa Carla. Murder capital of the world can’t all be from some rowdy teens and a ten year old.

“You do those surf nazis?” is all that leaves your mouth. You kind of hope it was. They were the fucking worst. Racist, misogynistic, destructive. You’d had to threaten them a few times to leave your store on your shift.

“The—? Oh! Surf nazis. Yeah that was us. Ate a few of them.”

“Good for you. I mean— murder. bad. But they were nazis, and now they’re dead. so…” you trail off. Not really sure what to say next, but then you keep going. Remember everything you know about Marko.

“No, no I mean, it makes sense. Right? You and the guys only hang around at night. Aren’t vampires solitary hunters though? I don’t remember Dracula being in a frat.”

“They’re my pack. We take care of each other.” He says it with such fondness and devotion.

You feel a pang of jealousy run through you. You work alone for the most part, live alone, you’ve got friends but they’re all over the place. He belongs to something.

“And you're down with this?” he’s legitimately asking. You nod. You don't really have a choice, you're down or you get eaten, but like genuinely you are down with it. If he was going to eat you, he probably would have by now. There's probably a reason they've been hanging around the store, and in your sightline while you close up. You're putting things together.

“Like really?”

“Well, you haven't made me a kebab yet.”

He shrugs, frowns.

“Could still skewer you on something.”

Laughter erupts from your lips while you roll your eyes, music to Marko’s ears. This is why he took a shine to you, it's easy to get along with you, and you're not one of his brothers.

Something heavy falls in the room, and it's not the haze of the incense. He steps towards you, big blue eyes raking over your body, but always coming back to meet your gaze. He closes the space between you, easily fitting between your thighs; the rough patches of his jacket brushing against your bare skin where your shorts ride up. He leans in, like he's about to kiss you, and against all better judgement, you're going to let him.

You're going to let him.

The record skips. He holds out his hand, more like a gentleman than a biker gang killer, and helps you off the counter.

“Hold on, let me pick out a new record,” you turn without waiting for his confirmation, not at all surprised when Marko follows hot on your heels to the back room. Your boss’ office, the record room. Whatever you wanted to call it. His hands ghost over your arms as you push past the wooden bead curtain to enter the room. You can feel his presence close enough to touch. That's it, right where I want you. There’s his voice again.

He lets you actually pick out a new record. You slide it out of the sleeve and walk it over to the player. The static buzzes and pops as the needle finds the groove.

“Ocean Rain, you heard it?” No. He shakes his head, and you can feel it as he leans into your back.

“Echo and the Bunnymen. They've got a new album coming out this year.”

You turn to face him and his fingerless leather glove clad hands cover your cheeks.

He kisses you gently, tenderly. Not at all the way you’d expect. He’s eager, kissing like there’s something to prove. He licks his way into your mouth, tongue pushing your lips apart and you let him. His arms tighten around you as you kiss, tongues now greeting each other playfully. Your tongue explores his mouth, running along each and every tooth in his mouth. Huh, no fangs, you realize, and maybe he isn't actually a vampire. As if he reads your mind (maybe he does), he pulls away.

“They're, uh, hiding,’ he nods, almost to himself more than you. You nod as well, slow and uneasy, not quite believing him, but he pulls you back into a harsh kiss, more of what you expected. His hands roam your body as yours bury themselves in his curls. Still damp, but long and beautiful just as well. He shrugs the jacket off his shoulders, and his hands only briefly leave you to throw it and his gloves somewhere else, leaving him just in a thin white tank top. His mouth leaves yours to trail lower, kissing your neck. Your pulse point. Fucking irresistable. No, that's definitely his voice. Is this the end? Could be.

“I can smell you, hot stuff,” he moans into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You find yourself gripping onto his shoulders a little tighter, but he lets you sink. He guides you, again more gently than you thought he would; bare knees brushing the threadbare carpet floor before you plant yourself. You look up at him through your lashes and he all but bites back a groan.

“You gonna join me down here?” You lick your lips, waiting for something.

“Nah, I’m gonna let you have a head start,” there's a joke in his tone. You're learning that’s normal for him. He’s silent, or playing jester. It’ll be interesting when you let him fuck you. Shit, did he hear that?

“Quit thinkin’ so loud!” he runs an affectionate hand through your hair. “But yes, I heard you. Glad you're as eager as I am.”

That's encouraging. You take your time undoing his belt, connected to faded and soft leather chaps, not bothering to push them down his thighs before you move to the top of his jeans, teasing your fingers at the skin just above the waistline. He shudders under your touch, extremely reactive. Does he get touched like this often? Or is it just quick fucks? You don't want to think about who else he might be doing this with, focusing again on his body, and all of the offending clothing covering it. You unbutton them slowly, teasing. For a member of the undead, he seems to be out of breath under your movements. The zipper is pulled down just as slowly. You run your palms flat along the bottom of his stomach, to his hips before pushing his jeans down to around his ankles, hooking his boxers on your finger along with them. He’s beautiful, and you can help but stare. Hard, eager, and thick, greeting you with a small trimmed patch of golden blonde curls. You wrap your hand around the base.

You never expected a vampire to whimper, but that's exactly what happens when your tongue darts out of your mouth to lick the head of his cock. Quick, tentative little lick, testing the waters. Your tongue swipes across the slit at the tip of his thick member and his hands animate like you flipped a switch, rising up, going to your hair, rising up again, slamming down against the desk. Your boss’ desk. You lick a long stripe to the underside of his cock, paying close attention to the prominent vein there.

“So good, so good, oh you feel so-” he pants out, hands white knuckling the edge of the desk. Heat pools in your core, loving that he’s so vocal. Fuck, if he could just keep speaking. Your other hand moves to your shorts, sloppily and hastily undoing them and wiggling them down to your knees. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and sink down on it, taking him as far as you can, until you couch when he hits the back of your throat.

“You look fucking beautiful like that. Please move, Please move, you’re so fucking good at this.”

You do, starting to bob your head up and down on the length of him, hollowing out your cheeks and flattening your tongue against him, cupping and massaging his balls in your hand. Your free finds itself between your legs, rubbing gently at your clit, stirred and encouraged by his praise.

“Does sucking me off get you hot and bothered?” Yesitdoes.

You keep bobbing your head, rubbing your clit, eyes trained on his until his eyes squeeze shut. His cock twitches in your mouth.

“Don't wanna- don't wanna finish in your mouth,” he’s urgent, grabbing you by the chin and pulling your mouth off of his cock. He pushes you back by your shoulders, letting you guide yourself back to lay on the rug. He pulls your loose shorts easily off your legs and settles himself between your legs, too eager to bother with removing his boots and everything.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Do you know how bad I wanted this?”

“Fuck me, Marko, dont say it. Just do it,” youre breathless under him, wanting nothing more than for him to be fucking you. He pauses.

“I dunno…” his thumb swipes up along your clit, drawing a whine from your throat, “For some reason I think you like it when I say things.”

You nod, knowing words will fail you. And he gives you what you want, lining himself up and sinking into you, groaning as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

“Oh I knew your pussy would feel like fucking heaven,” he pants against your neck, pressing a harsh kiss to the underside of your jaw. He sets the pace quickly, unmerciful and fast, fucking hard and deep into you. His hands push up your thin tee shirt, and you can feel his sigh of relief when he gets a handful of bare breast. He doesn't have to deal with a bra tonight. You hike your knees up, opening yourself as much as you can to him, wanting him to fill you to the brim. He looks into your eyes while he fucks you, which comes as a surprise to you. Maybe it shouldn't. You wonder what it would be like to be a victim of his. Does he treat them well? Have fun with them like this? Or is he vicious? You don't know if you could picture him like that… vamped out.

“What does it feel like?”

“What?” he thrusts sharply, snapping his hips into you, making you yelp.

“To be fed on, but not to die.”

Are you serious? You hear him in your head.

YesIam. He thrusts like that again, earning an identical yelp, now coupled with your thighs squeezing him around the middle. You're close already, and he can tell.

He nods, a question; You nod, confirmation.

He pulls at the neckline of your shirt, already scooping so it doesn’t ruin, and exposes your shoulder. Somewhere non lethal. His other hand comes up to grip your jaw, covering your neck but being careful not to squeeze it. You hope he bruises your jaw, you realize. A physical way to feel him when dawn comes. He slows his pace to a rocking, grinding into you, staying deep.

Then he bites. Stars erupt behind your eyes, and it feels like your blood has turned to seltzer. Every nerve in your body is in overdrive as you moan and shake and come undone around his cock. You're the kind of girl that comes from the bite of a vampire, apparently. He doesn’t let up. You can faintly hear him moaning against the open wound in your shoulder, and you hope you taste good to him. He licks the wound a few times more, softly, carefully, like he’s trying to soothe you when he finally lets you come down from your high.

When he pulls back to let you see him, his features are gruesome, full vampire with sharp brows and cheekbones, pointed nose even that much more so almost birdlike. Fangs and bottom half of his face covered in blood.Your blood. He’s panting like an animal after the kill. But he doesn't scare you. Maybe he should, but he doesn't. It's just Marko, no matter what, and if he wanted to eat you he would have. Several times now. His hand finally releases your jaw, to wipe the blood from his face. He wipes his hand then on your face, covering you in your own blood, hot on his fingers and palm.

“Fuckin sexy,” he pants, voice deeper and distorted. His thrusts speed up, trying to find his own release as your nails dig into his back, maybe making him bleed as well. You feel the rug burn forming on your back, you feel tears in your eyes. It's never felt this good with other guys.

When he comes, he comes with a howl, buried deep inside you as he shouts and shivers then stills above you. Your chest is heaving, trying to regain yourself as his face slowly fades to normal, and he slumps down on top of you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, near the wound he tore open, now no longer bleeding. He mouths at any bare skin he can find, lazy half kisses as he spreads more mess and blood on you. Your fingers find his curls again, winding them around your digits as you stare up at the sickly green mood lighting bathing the walls of the room.

An hour later, Marko is helping you lock up early.

He makes sure to dump out all of the ashes from spliffs and incense, makes sure the vinyl is all in its right place while you make sure the register and inventory is all in its rightful place and order.

“You’re dangerous, you know.”

“Me?” you scoff, “That rich, coming from you.”

I’d do a lot of things I’m not supposed to for you. You kinda don't want to ask him what he means by that. For some reason that feels like a conversation you shouldn't have tonight.

He leaves the store before you, holding the door open for you and letting you lock the doors. He slings an easy arm over your shoulder, not bothering to shield either of you from the rain as he steers you towards your car. You can feel the rain cleaning your face, the blood flowing away and saving you the shower you were going to take before collapsing into bed tonight.

“Where’s your bike?”

“I flew here,” he says with that devilish smile, and you're really not sure if he's joking or not. Your arm sneaks its way into his jacket and wraps around his waist, holding him close as he makes sure you get home same. Marko makes you feel calm, in a way you didn't feel before you moved to Santa Carla. How long had he been waiting to make his move? And does this mean he and his brothers would be coming around more often? Maybe being more friendly towards you. Each step towards your car feels heavy; You don't want to go home alone without him, but somehow you know he won't come with you.

“Will I see you again?”

He grabs your car keys from your hand, and sticks them in the door handle. Of course you will.

Right. You just have to be near the beach at night. You know, where you work.

He kisses you full on the mouth, holding you close and tight, like you could slip away at any second. When he finally lets you go you pull away to be met with his face, full on grinning, his eyes still closed from the kiss. He doesn't look like a killer.

Marko watches you as you pull open the door to your car and more or less throw your ass into the seat. He holds the door as he gives you one last smile, and says:

“You know, you should never invite a vampire into your life. Renders you powerless.”

And he winks.

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plus-size-reader · 5 years

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One of Them

Craig Cody x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1571 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader has a fear of water and would never dream of going out surfing with the boys. However, Craig asks her to and she agrees, prompting a declaration she hadn’t been expecting.

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Craig Cody could be beyond belief and often suggested things that may not have been the most practical but this idea was by far the most insane. For some reason he thought he could teach you how to surf.

Water was a huge part of all the boy's lives and they spent most of their time at the beach, so when Craig decided to move you into his mother's home as his live-in lady, you needed to be a part of every aspect of his life...Even the most absolutely intense parts of it.

The main problem with that was that you had a crippling fear of deep water. There were tons of reasons not to go near it, a fear of drowning, not wanting to get stung by a jellyfish or eaten by a shark. All the deadly, spooky things in the ocean wanted to kill you and you weren't in the mood.

So that's what you told Craig over breakfast. He was shirtless as usual and leaning back against the granite counter-top, his eyes on you like they always were.

"I can't do it Craig, you know I can't get in the water like that, led alone surfing" you huff, your fingers tightening around the warm ceramic of your coffee mug. The two of you'd had this conversation a million times before but it always ended the same way-with you in the pool drinking a mimosa and watching the guys do back flips in the pool.

You liked it because the pool was safe. It was clear and you could see to the bottom of it, and you could tell how deep it was. It was comfortable and you liked it that way.

Craig wasn't going to let this go so easily.

You weren't in the mood to argue with him but there was no way in the world you could reason going down to the beach and getting on a board like they did almost every day. You just didn't feel the need to do it, however, you knew that Craig wanted to help you. You all lived on the beach most of the time, and he wanted you to have more options other than just sunbathing.

"Come on baby, don't you trust me? I wouldn't let anything happen to you" he promised, you knew he was telling the truth but that only slightly dulled your hesitance.

Craig had been expecting that, he knew you better than anyone else in the world. If anyone had witnessed your panic at the idea of surfing it was Craig...but he may have been onto something.

You sighed, shimmying off the counter, your bare thighs jiggling when your bare feet hit the tile floor. "You really wanna do this?" you hummed, taking his hand in your own casually, as if using him as an anchor, keeping you steady.

If Craig was sure that this was gonna be alright, then you were willing to try it. You didn't like the idea of going to the beach with a bunch of semi-professional surfers. The only thing that comforted you was knowing all of them would make sure you were well taken care of.

So when he nodded, you were pretty confident, at least in the moment, that he wasn't going to let you die.

You gathered all your stuff as best you could, packing a wet suit, though you wouldn't ever put it on, and got dressed in your best black bikini that you loved so much. There was a time when you hated it and would rather have died than be seen with that much of your skin exposed.

Even now, you struggled at the sight of your soft tummy rolling over the top of the fabric slightly and the weird gap between your boobs and chest. You still weren't a huge fan of how your body looked, but being bothered about it now just wasn't worth your time. You didn't care what anyone around you thought because all that mattered to you was what Craig thought.

Or so you thought.

By the time you made it out to the jeep, all the men were already waiting for you, decked out in their own swim gear. They hadn't been waiting long but that didn't change the fact that Deran sighed as soon as the door opened. "What took you so long?" he wondered, his usual whiny tone getting on your nerves.

You didn't answer him, instead tossing your bag into Craig's lap, where he was already waiting to take it from you. There was this unspoken thing between you and Craig, so no matter what, you knew he understood where you were coming from.

"Shove it dickhead" He huffed, hitting Deran in the head with the back of his hand without even stopping to adjust the cigarette hanging from his lips.

That kind of interaction was common place living in this household, the Cody boys were insane and all treated each other like punching bags...it was how they showed each other love.

The ride to the beach itself was a jarring, bumpy journey down a few back roads. The beach ride was casual, and terribly short though that wasn't because the ride was meant to be a short one...that one was all Deran.

You almost worried if the blonde had ran over a pedestrians or two in the last few minutes. He had never had much respect for traffic laws or any laws in general but that didn't make it any more comforting to ride alongside him.

The beach was clear and had few patrons in attendance this early in the morning. You were glad for that, just because if you were going to make a fool of yourself at the beach, you'd prefer if there were less people around to witness it.

You found a nice spot to hang out right under a palm tree and set out your beach towel as you'd done a thousand times before, silently hoping that Craig would forget why he brought you here. You knew he wouldn't but maybe you could sunbathe a bit first before he called you over.

"Y/N!"

The voice was Craig's, because of course it was. "Get your sexy ass over here!" He ordered, earning a light eye roll from you as you got up from your comfy seat and made your way over to where they were.

Your lover was already wadding waist deep into the ocean, just splashing around in the water as if it was no big deal. You were not a huge fan of that at all-

Your stride was confident as you moved toward him until you got near the edge of the water, and then your fear overtook you. You had no desire whatsoever to go into the dark, deep water just to attempt to surf. It wasn't something you were too interested to experience, mostly because there was a good chance it would kill you.

"Come on in, I'm not gonna let anything get you" Craig promised, swimming toward you so that he could offer a hand to you without actually getting out of the water. It was amazing to you that someone could be so comfortable in the water because you weren't a fan but the boys all acted like it was their second home.

You were nervous about it but it didn't matter really because you were sure that Craig would be true to his word. If there was one thing that would bring you comfort, it was that your boyfriend wouldn't let Deran try to drown you.

"Are you sure about this Craig?" you checked, settling beside him in the water, your grip tight on his bicep. You were still a little on edge but it was comforting to know that you could be here at least and nothing bad had happened yet.

The big brute you were holding onto for dear life only chuckled, the vibrations of the motion coursing through you due to your close proximity. You were so sweet, and gentle...it made Craig want to just wrap you up in his arms and never let you go.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you, and the fact that you would be so willing to put yourself out of your comfort zone for him was incredible. He knew that he could trust you, and knew that no matter what he did, you would be by his side.

It was all he needed. This not only proved that you were supportive of him and his family, but also that you could be trusted with anything they threw at you. You could finally be part of the Cody family in every way. This would be more than enough to prove to Smurf that you were one of them.

"Lets go back to the shore, I have some things to tell you" he muttered, his voice close to your ear as he started wading towards the beach. You didn't know what he had planned or what was going on in his head, but followed none the less.

That one conversation, a few words strung into a sentence...would be enough to change the world as you knew it. Nothing you ever did would be the same, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

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Halloween is near, so I've had an idea to add here Halloween chapter of "Prince Charming" from Wattpad. Hope you'll like it, and will read previous parts 😈

~Spooky Halloween Party at McGregor’s Mansion~

He didn't like such events, but from time to time he met interesting people with whom it was worth establishing contact, which is why he appeared every time. This year he also had his own safety valve - Nadia. In case things started to get boring (or worse, pathetic), they could go out and no one would ask uncomfortable questions. He knew she had come to Scotland a few days earlier. She had a photo shoot planned in advance for her sister's new collection and the streets of Edinburgh were chosen as the plan. It annoyed him that she hadn't gone alone - she was with Jean-Pierre, they had hired him as a photographer. The more Robert was disgusted with the fact that he couldn't go with her. He was too busy with his urgent matters. She gave no sign of life, must have been extremely busy, and in the evenings tired, because all he received was a short message with good night wishes. He knew that besides filming, she was taking care of her usual tasks, including keeping an eye on the funds of the family business. He waited impatiently, adjusting the collar of his navy blue, slim, pinstriped fit shirt (which she had chosen for him while in Norway) tucked into jeans fastened with a brown leather belt. Together with him, the young landlord and two other friends went out to the front of the house. He was eaten by jealousy by the handsome, entertaining French. He knew perfectly well that he liked Nadia and was eager to enjoy in her company. She finally came. He bit his tongue to keep from cursing as he saw who pulled her bag out of the furiously red sports car. Dark pants, a light shirt, a colorful scarf around the neck. Dark fringe, playfully curled, slightly falling over the forehead. Glasses with dark peach lenses in thin, golden frames on a gold chain. Jean-Pierre... She appeared shortly after him, looked adorable. The day was a bit cool, but still warm for the end of October. She wore a maroon sweater revealing the shoulders, with white strings tied at the neckline, a pleated black skirt, long, graphite socks and flowing pumps on a fairly strong, high heel. He barely noticed the rather voluminous graphite cap dangling from her head, attached to complement her outfit rather than keep it warm.

- Oh, finally! - the girl sighed. - You have no idea how I was fed up! Pierre is a monster!

- Don’t fret, the photos turned out great! - the man replied singingly, then tossed cheerfully, glancing at the rest. - Hello!

- Oh, that's right! Meet Jean-Pierre de Lauriston, my friend and photographer. - she said, coming to the rest, and Robert immediately grabbed her with his arm. - You already know Robert …

- Of course, my dear! - he replied happily. - By the way ... didn't you forget your promise?

- Pierre, I didn't promise you anything! - She laughed pearl, cuddling with her boyfriend. - However, if necessary, you can contact Robert through me ...

- You are a sly fox, Dina! - he grunted, pretending to be offended. - OK, I'm running away. Have fun!

Robert watched in surprise as the sports car departed, disappearing through a large forged gate. There was something wrong with the man's behavior. He looked questioningly at the smiling girl.

- What was he talking about?

She was confused. There was something to do. He absolutely had to find out.

- Remember the row on the ship, right? - she asked, and when he reluctantly nodded, she continued. - I know perfectly well you were jealous, and the facts are, I should be.

He was stunned. The other three, listening to the conversation, did as well. She pulled back a little so she could look directly at him. She looked clearly amused.

- What are you talking about? Why would you be jealous? - Enrique asked.

- During the banquet, when he pulled me away from Robert, Pierre asked if I had any contact with him and if I would share. - she explained. - I do not give out numbers left and right, so I only promised to ask. The problem was that I didn't have the opportunity because Robert didn't let me get my word out. And now I don't even want to say anything …

- Why exactly did he want my number?

- He liked you! - She laughed pearlly, hugging him gently.

- Excuse me ...?

- Jean-Pierre is gay, love. - she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

His face fell, and Enrique could barely contain his laughter. A homosexual man interested in HIM? He didn't mind different orientations, but he himself didn't intend to change his. In addition, he made her a tavern fight because of the French. Judging by her expression, she was sure that her friend's request would have cured all their ills. The problem was, he wasn't going to give up on her even then, especially for another man.

What Robert liked the least about Halloween was changing clothes. He felt way too grown up for that, but decided to do it for his friend one last time, choosing something that suited his temperament and at the same time felt as if he could get out of it without making a mockery of himself. He put on a bloody shirt, a black scarf under the collar and an equally dark tailcoat. He put a gold watch in his pocket, fastened with a chain with the nearest button. Jurgens was very curious what Nadia had come up with. She was able to surprise him at such moments. This time also succeeded. Oddly enough, their outfits matched each other, though they didn't even discuss it. Plus, he felt a surprisingly pleasant shiver spread through his body from the base of pelvis, different from the one she had gotten used to. The first thing that caught his attention was a ruby, redder than usual, full lips reflected clearly in the fair face. What looked like a thin trickle of blood was dripping from one of the corners. She definitely turned him on. She let her hair loose, taming it only with a maroon headband with a flower wrapped in a dark spider's web, so that it fell slightly over a black sleeveless blouse, with a stiff collar fastened with a silver brooch, while holding a ruffled scarf under the neck. Only a short maroon bolero was thrown over her shoulders. Beneath breasts, she fastened with shiny clasps a gothic corset with pale, thin stripes, all iridescent with carmine, flowing with a thin layer of wavy satin onto a four-layer, maroon short skirt. The outfit was completed with long gloves tied with a black ribbon, trimmed with a shimmering frill on the palm, and knee-high, tied shoes with red heels. When stunned he took her hand, Robert saw rather heavy, dark rings set with rubies on it. Long, ornate, dark earrings with large shiny stones gleamed under the hair. She was still carrying a snake on her other hand.

- I did not expect that we would come up with a similar idea. - she laughed lightly.

- Great minds think alike, Nadia. - he replied calmly, taking her arm.

The room perfectly reflected the nature of the occasion. Dark, illuminated by a muted amber light, decorated with cobwebs, dangling, amazingly realistic bats, a sea of pumpkin lanterns. The other friends were waiting for them at the entrance: the host of the party, proudly wearing a kilt, with the colors of war on his face, next to him a terrifyingly disguised mime with green hair, and a blond-haired devil with a long tail.

- Mr. and Mrs. Dracula, who would have expected! - Enrique laughed.

- And you Johnny ... wait, I'll guess ... William Wallace. - the girl said. - Scottish hero, leader of the uprising.

- How did you know? - the redhead was surprised. - Scotland has many heroes ...

- Characteristic war paints. - she replied shortly, then caught Robert's searching gaze. - I love such historical flavors!

- You'll get to know a piece of my cousin. - McGregor grunted, not very happily. - Honestly, if it weren't for them, I wouldn't be playing it at all this year. The parents insisted ...

- In my opinion, a very interesting holiday. Maybe it's because we don't have anything similar in Russia.

- Nothing? - Oliver was surprised.

- Hmm ... Women's Day, Valentine's Day, Tatiana's Day ... and of those darker ones ... Labor Day. - she replied sarcastically. - My country is quite pragmatic. Halloween is not absorbed very much in our culture.

Robert hoped Johnny was joking with the cousins. Unfortunately, not at all. They were quickly reached by a group of interested Scots, the most curious about the blonde skater. She endured it patiently, although he could see that she was heartily fed up with signing more photos. Fortunately, they quickly returned to their own affairs and attractions organized by Mr. and Mrs. McGregor. Robert and Nadia could sit at the table and watch the youth playing, sipping the currant juice. He loved the feeling of her cuddling against him, crushing his shirt here and there on his back. She was warm and smelled of the captivating perfumes she had bought during their stay in France. Lychee, pink pepper, patchouli, musk, purple foxglove. He remembered the joy she had chosen to choose each fragrance with. He drank into the pleasant aroma, feeling a great urge to bite into the skin on her delicate nape. The blood in his veins felt as if it was flowing much faster than usual. She looked at him with honey eyes, he could melt with joy. Suddenly something grabbed her neck with something quite wide and dirty yellow, and then wrapped it in several other places, pulling the blonde away from him. He didn't have time to react. After a while, she hung in the air, tightly wrapped in mummy's bandages. Under it stood four men Robert knew whom he counted never to see again. And he certainly didn't think he was getting her into this.

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Nadia felt a dull pressure on her larynx, then her whole body, and then she flew to the very center of the room, hanging in the air, tied with what looked like a few meters of bandage. She looked down. Beneath her stood the mummy-looking bit-beast, and with it stood four men in truly Halloween costumes. The tallest of them resembled a Frankenstein monster, green-haired, solidly built, with a slightly dull expression and pierced ears. The one she suspected was a leader wore, ironically, like a vampire with a burgundy fringe. She didn't have to search long for the mummy's owner, he was almost identical to his beast. Blonde-haired, tied with white tapes. The last one, sticking with the Dracula's imitation, gray-haired with a close-fitting fuchsia turtleneck, similar to a werewolf, looked like he was about to throw himself at someone. She was definitely not laughing, especially when she was hanging a few meters above the ground. Fortunately, the beast also wrapped around her mouth, thanks to which she didn't scream in terror and surprise when she was kidnapped. Majestics went out against the newcomers. They looked as if they already knew each other.

- Dark Bladers ... - Johnny muttered, glaring at them. - I thought you guys let it go.

- You wish ... - growled the gray-haired man. - We won't leave without a rematch!

- Sanguinex, release Nadia, it doesn't apply to her. - Robert said firmly to the man with red fringe, trying to stay calm.

- Your girlfriend will be held hostage. I have to be sure you will play fair.

She didn't like the way things were developing. She was definitely not going to be the lady in trouble like all the women in the B-class cheap cinema from which her torturers and their ideas undoubtedly came.

"Dina, I have an idea ..." she heard a hiss in her head, and a moment later she felt a chill.

Her right eye flashed with an icy blue tinge of its own accord, followed by the left one, the changes she wasn't used to. Beast's venom has taken hold on only one of them. She knew what he wanted to do. She supported the plan, although it didn't make her very happy to execute it. It was painful, as if she was freezing from the inside. The entire intricately prepared outfit became cold in the blink of an eye, covered with a thick frost reflecting the warm glow of the hall lighting. Due to the low temperature, the mummy's bandages crumbled and cracked, and she nimbly landed on the floor between Majestics and Dark Bladers.

- Cenotaph, what's going on? - Sanguinex snapped to the owner of the dirty yellow mummy.

- I have no idea! Zomb, catch her! - The blond man replied, giving the order to the bully.

- You have no right to disturb this evening, dark beasts. - she said in a voice so terrible that she almost frightened herself.

She had no idea that merging with the beast could do that. They spoke simultaneously as if they were the same body. A frosty aura surrounded her, Nadia had to be careful not to chatter her teeth. She felt a chill seize the left half of her skull, the skin around her eye freezing. She poured down towards the Majestics. All four were surprised.

- Who are you? - said the owner of the ruby fringe, still arrogantly.

- I am descended from the ice giants of the land called Jotunnheim, hanging from one of the branches of Yggdrasil. One of the four monstrous children of the god Loki. A snake that wraps around the entire Midgard. - they replied slowly, keeping a straight face. - I am called Jormurgandr.

As soon as they uttered the name, Vasyl slipped out of her bracelet, wrapping it around her body, leaving the excess of his long body to the floor with a thud. He was more silvery than usual, and he used his owner's energy and willpower to achieve this effect. She also noticed that his eyes were wide open, this time sapphire, piercing his opponents with an icy glare. The trick was successful, the monsters looked no less terrified than the rest of the crowd. The beast brought its mouth closer to the four men who threatened them and opened its fangs, letting the venom drip at their feet. The drops didn't break, melting the tasteful wooden panels with caustic acid, but rolled like ice balls.

- You want to start Ragnarok? - he hissed.

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It was the first time Robert had seen her like this. He didn't even know if it was good or if something terrible was about to happen. The dark outfit immediately covered with a white layer, instead of one blue eye, two shone shining, the light golden hair turned snow-white, even the ruby lips lost their color. The voice she used wasn't just hers, it was tones combined. He didn't think there could be such a close connection between the beast and the owner. The bracelet on her arm glowed dazzling silver, as if twitching nervously. As Vasyl emerged, the stinging chill turned to bitter cold, and the creatures began to retreat. Jormurgandr... Ragnarok... something that meant him. He waited for events to unfold. He trusted that the girl wouldn't be able to take control of herself, and that her beast would not be greedy. As soon as the Dark Bladers were gone for good, he approached her hesitantly.

- Nadia ... - he whispered, touching her cold shoulder.

She scared him, turning to look at the icy eyes that adorned her face completely emotionless. The left side of her pretty face, from eye to ear, looked as if it was freezing every moment. She was so different, unlike herself. An enormous snake's head appeared beside her head. He could have sworn the reptile nervously wrinkles the skin around its nostrils, revealing huge fangs at the same time. He obviously didn't like him, though he never showed any hostility. Robert wasn't going to be pacified. The beast wasn't going to intimidate him, he wasn't afraid at all. The basilisk closed its large sapphire eyes, turning into a silvery mist seeping into the metal ornament on her forearm. The icy aura was gone, as was all the frost effect on the body and clothes. She closed her eyes and dropped, fainting right into his arms. He propped her up on him, quickly taking off his jacket and throwing it over her shoulders. She was completely cold.

- Nadia, speak to me ... - He muttered against her face.

- R ... Robert ...? - she whispered, looking at him with her honey irises again and smiling weakly. - I feel so cold.

- Here you go, you'll warm up. - Johnny said, handing the girl a steaming mug.

It took a while for her to recover. He felt so much better when the blushes returned to her face. He was still bothered by the story they told with the snake. He suggested going out onto the terrace to catch some fresh air. She went back to the room for her coat so that both of them could cover each other properly. The night was cool, cloudless, so they could admire the beautiful fullness without hindrance. Her jewelry reflected the mysterious moonlight, but one of its elements shone with its own glow. She stretched her hand out in front of her so that the head of the serpent rested on it, entwining the rest of her body along her arm.

- How are you, Dina? - he asked calmly.

- Now quite tolerable. - she replied, stroking his scales. - Where did this story about Jormurgander come from? I haven't heard you ever mention him.

- I have no idea, somehow it just came to my mind. - he replied.

- Could you be related to him? - Robert asked.

- I don't remember life before Oleg. - he explained with a hiss. - I do not exclude such an option. All I know is that Oleg got me from Rurik, or whether I actually met him at his uncle's court. This is my oldest memory. The rest is a white spot ...

Robert frowned. The Ragnarok threat would work on anyone who even knew what the word meant. Apocalypse, the time when the whole world will sink in a sea of lava ... He wasn't surprised that the Dark Bladers had let go.

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If I made you curious, you can find previous parts on Wattpad, just here:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/262155394?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=HanabiHanayama&wp_originator=%2FBL9y2%2B4fbU4LqWKxU2sPkPd49z3GKEbfiOjdNtwN5JALBUU4TQRqnw1l%2FvBIj1T1X4Sa4ojmIN4tpweNxCtWBp6SUVA7XWIryo4dKZMft2LEF00E8HhAwBu40doKkyf

I've stopped posting there for a bit, but be sure I'll be back! ❤️

9 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 09:49:58 GMT

Still working on "I want to be your Koi Fish..." part two - hope you'll like it as much as first one or even more!

Here I have small redesign (or maybe design after time skip) of Hanabi and Nadia from "Prince Charming", cause I thought they're kind of similar 🤔 both mature, beautiful, intelligent, even their style of clothing can be described as "exclusive, professional, luxurious", but here is the difference.

Nadia is rather conservative, preferring to hide most of her body. And she's more "lady type".

Hanabi on the contrary, reveals, mostly what she can. Behaves more like "sport girl".

Drawing them reminded me of Rei Hino and Minako Aino from the Sailor Moon series. Dunno why 🙆‍♀️

Or...maybe I know? 🙆‍♀️

Ofc both Nadia and Hanabi are mine OC's.

14 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 20:25:29 GMT

It's Friday!!!! 😃

https://www.wattpad.com/1029601896-i-want-to-be-your-koi-fish-%7E29%7E

One more chapter left... 😮 and that will be end of part one 😮

Will you miss me?

*this art is not mine. Hanayama Kaoru belongs to Keisuke Itagaki

17 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 12:18:55 GMT

OMG Valentines Day is so near, this Sunday! Do you plan something? I have new chapter for you, about...lovely Hanayama honeymoon!

https://www.wattpad.com/1023806301-i-want-to-be-your-koi-fish-%7E26%7E

And, on that occasion, picture for that chapter is Mr. and Mrs. Hanayama valentine date. <3

24 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 13:42:39 GMT

Next friday, do next chapter...and when I'll end first part, need to have some rest 🙈

https://www.wattpad.com/1029598084-i-want-to-be-your-koi-fish-%7E28%7E

But I have too much ideas, really, how to take a break?! 🙈🙈🙈

*Hanayama Kaoru belongs to Keisuke Itagaki

41 notes • Posted 2021-02-26 13:39:01 GMT

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