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kaminocasey · 6 months

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 15 - Stuck in the Cold with Wolffe

Summary: You and Wolffe are on your way to a party and you get stuck out in the snow, so you try to find a place to get warm!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive content, nudity, light angst

A/N: Okay a few things, I'm SO sorry I'm so behind. I'm gonna try to get caught up! We had the Steel City Con and then I had to go back to work and then we got sick... so it's been a rough week lol. Anyway, I had to throw Gregor and my OC Cassia in there for a little fun-sy thing. Lol. Okay back to our regular programming! S/O to @rebelsriley for the Wolffe inspo! <3

“I told you we were going to be late to the party.” You grumble, your teeth chattering violently from the cold.

You’re normally a generally pretty happy person, but unfortunately, stepping in the freezing cold foot high snow is what’s putting you in a bad mood. Especially dressed for a party, and not for snow. Where the hell did this snow even come from?

“Yeah, well… if you hadn’t taken two hours to get ready...” Wolffe snips back, frozen white flakes getting stuck in his dark lashes.

The two of you are on your way to a party at Gregor and his partner Cassia’s apartment. Wolffe had suggested that the two of you walk and then the snow started coming down thickly. He had been saying for the last hour or so “Not much farther” but you’re pretty sure that you’re lost. So when you suggested that he comm someone, he went to pull out his comm device and found that it was dead. Then, you went to try to use yours except you left it at home.

So that’s how your night is going.

“It wasn’t two hours.” You snap.

“Oh, I’m sorry… an hour and fifty minutes.” He grunts.

“We need to get out of this snow. Now.” You insist, ignoring his snide comment.

“You think I don’t know that?” He’s been surveying your surroundings for the last fifteen minutes trying to find a safe place to stop and get out of the cold.

At this point, he’s willing to splurge on a hotel, but the closest thing he can see is a sketchy motel.

“That place is fine.” You point at the sketchy motel.

“Fine.” He grunts, trying to hide just how cold he is.

Wolffe also tries to ignore how close you are to him, knowing it’s only because you’re so cold. You weren’t even supposed to be with him right now. Rex had invited you and the look in your eyes was so starry when he asked you. And then Rex had asked Wolffe to pick you up and bring you. He still doesn’t know why.

When you arrive at the dingy motel, the two of you walk into the main office, warm air immediately hitting you in the face so nicely that you both let out a satisfied “Ahhh.”

The small Aleena man at the desk peers over the counter at you and Wolffe, nervously glancing at Wolffe when he realizes he’s a clone.

You look up at Wolffe, smirking when you realize that he’s thinking of the time that the 104th had to go to Aleen and when he looks down at you, he rolls his eyes.

“Two rooms.” Wolffe mumbles and you elbow him in the side. “Please.”

You smirk up at him again, going warm in the face from how well he reads you. You have been nursing a crush on the man since the moment you met him, grumpiness and all. You work with the Wolfpack closely as a translator since Wolffe absolutely refused to work with C3-PO ever again. “Only have one available.” He tells Wolffe.

You and Wolffe share a look and with a sigh, he holds his hand out for the key card. The man gives Wolffe the card and you give the Aleena a polite smile as Wolffe leads you back outside into the cold, and then up some stairs that lead to the rooms.

When you get up to the room, Wolffe groans and you peer around him, seeing that the room only has one bed. Because of course it does.

“What a romcom trope.” You laugh, nervously.

“What does that even mean?” He grumbles, going around the room and inspecting it. “Lock the door.”

“Yes sir.” You grumble right back.

He pauses, his shoulders rigid, and looks up at you, his eyes wide. Going hot all over, the cold forgotten, you swallow dryly. Wolffe eyes your form, up and down and you feel like you’re going to combust if he continues to look at you like that.

“What?” You demand, nervously.

“Our clothes are sopping wet…” He turns to crank the heater up and groans, irritated but unsurprised. “Fucking heater doesn’t even work properly…”

You let out a nervous laugh again and he rolls his eyes, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Glad you think this is funny.” He starts to take his coat off and then his sweater and you turn around.

“What are you doing?” You ask him.

“You wanna freeze to death in your wet cold clothes? Strip. Now. And then get under the blanket.” He uses his Commander voice and you feel like you’re definitely on fire now.

You’re absolutely torn because Maker, that commanding tone? But also like… getting naked in the same vicinity as Wolffe? It feels like the universe is playing some cruel prank on you. The man hates you. He makes it well known that he thinks you’re only a burden.

“I’m… sorry.” He offers, softer, behind you, noticing you pausing. “Just… if you want, I can put a pillow between us… We need to get our body temperatures back up.”

He’s right. You know he’s right.

“I won’t look.” He promises you.

But you don’t think you’d mind if he did. Nevertheless, you strip down to nothing and climb under the covers. You’re still shaking under the cover and you can’t tell if it’s from being cold or being near Wolffe.

“I’m sorry for… earlier.” Wolffe murmurs.

You shrug, looking over at him. He doesn’t look so big and bad now that he has a blanket pulled up to his chin. You actually can’t help but smile.

“It’s alright. It’s who you are. I wouldn’t ask you to change.” You shrug.

“You wouldn’t?” He looks over at you.

“Nah.” You grin.

He gives you a small smile and your chest tightens.

“Sorry this was a rotten Life Day… I’m sure you’d rather be here with someone more… pleasant.” He murmurs. “Like Rex.”

You’re still trembling, which Wolffe notices and wants desperately to pull the pillow away so he can pull you to him and warm you up himself.

“Nope.” You tell him, turning over, scooting closer to the pillow.

He does the same, so now you’re both cuddling the pillow and your fingers are mere centimeters from each other.

“No?”

“Not at all.”

“I thought when Rex invited you…”

You chuckle. “I think Rex is really nice… but I prefer my men a little grumpy and just over everyone’s shit at all times.”

He lets out a genuine laugh and it’s probably one of the nicest sounds you’ve ever heard.

“I honestly thought you hated me…” You admit to him, quietly.

He’s watching your hand and decides to bravely place his over yours. Relief fills his veins when you don’t pull away. Wolffe suddenly realizes why Rex had him bring you to the party. He either owes Rex a handshake or a beating, he isn’t sure yet.

“I could never.” He tells you, honestly. “Your sunshine demeanor keeps me going most days, if not all days…”

The breath hitches in your throat at his admission. “Can we…” You pat the pillow and he nods, quickly pulling it away and dropping it on the floor, pulling your body against his immediately, as if he’s been dying to do that.

He starts to open his mouth to say something, but you clumsily crush your lips to his, making him immediately melt against you. He groans against your lips, enveloping you in his arms, warmth spreading through both of your veins so lightning fast you think you feel warm again.

“I could think of another way to get us warm.” He teases, lightly.

“You read my mind.” You chuckle, tangling your legs with his.

Somehow, this Life Day turned out to be the best one yet.

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#25 Days of Life Day #25 Days of Life Day 2023 #Tcw Wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #Commander Wolffe #x reader

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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plot twist the nurse is mother gothel

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OKAY SO ACTUALLY—

I'll drop some fun facts about the Nurse here since all the other ocs have been introduced. And I like to refer to her in my writings even outside PTM.

Amara Goethel

“Doubling as the school nurse and a professor at Night Raven College, she teaches the health and wellness curriculum. She is a bit vain, insistent on maintaining a strict skincare routine, and refuses to tell anyone her age.”

Quick Facts:

Age: Unknown Height: 167 cm (5'5" ft) Homeland: Shaftlands Other Names(s): Ms. Orca (Floyd) Curriculum: Health and Wellness (Sexual Education, Nutrition, etc) Hobbies: Skincare Favorite Food: Hazelnut soup

Appearance

Amara has the appearance of a beautiful young woman with long curly brown hair, dark, narrow brown eyes, and fair skin. She has poliosis, which appears as a white patch of hair on her bangs, She often describes herself as “looking younger than her age,” implying she is much older than she visibly appears. She wears small diamond shaped earrings; a black and gold stethoscope around her neck, and a ruby jeweled magic pen in her breast pocket.

She wears a short crimson-colored military nurse dress with a golden flower covered by a white cross stitched on the left breast pocket; the collar and cuffs are colored amber, as well as her name tag; the floral cross is also stitched as a patch on her left arm. Her pants are slim fitting black scrubs, while her shoes are crimson nurse clogs. She also wears white gloves.

She is often seen carrying a clipboard and pen when tending to students in the infirmary.

Personality

Amara is often regarded motherly to the freshmen students, who are required to take a sexual health and education class as part of their curriculum. She has a particular shine to the MC, who she takes under her care after being placed in the Ramshackle Dorm by Crowley.

Trivia

Amara is married to an unnamed wife, and has two children, named Cassia and Rampion.

Amara has stated that she previously wanted more children, but that the students at Night Raven College have dissuaded her from having any more than the two she already has.

Amara has displayed distaste for the college being an “all-boys” school, believing that the lack of interaction with women prevents the young men of the campus from “knowing the proper way to interact with a young lady their age”

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #🇫🇷 anon

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noelle-sims · 6 months

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Alien Girl Lookbook🪐🌏

01. top / undershirt / shorts / shoes 02. dress 03. dress / waist chain / shoes 04. top / skirt / shoes 05. top / pants / shoes

This is Cassia Moon (very on the nose, I know) I made her when I first got Get to Work and she's still one of my favorite sims. I decided to give her a makeover and wanted to share her with y'all <3

(by the way, if you're interested in her ears, they're by simandy but I can't find a link anywhere, so sorry about that)

wcif friendly as always :)

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blitzosblog · 26 days

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Marigold Sky - Part One

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC Aliya Martell

Summary: Aemond is to be wed, alliances and loyalties hang in the balance and soon an unforeseen union rears it's head.

Warning: Targaryens and Hightowers and mention of alcohol

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Aemond stands in the centre of his chambers, dressed in his signature black leather tunic and trousers, his face adorned with a new black leather eye patch, looking at himself in the mirror when a young serving boy enters.

"My prince?" he speaks in a quiet unsure voice. Aemond turns, looks at the boy, and says, "Yes?".

The serving boy replies, "The Queen has requested you come to the throne room at once".

Aemond stands tall and follows the boy out of his chambers and to the throne room, he sees his father atop the throne as his mother and siblings stand off to the side, Alicent turns to face him with a smile.

"You look perfect..." She says in a quiet voice as she straightens his clothing out and looks up at him, she takes a deep breath, "These young ladies and their families have travelled a long way to come see you, so please, be on your best behaviour and be polite" she says.

"Of course, Mother" Aemond says quickly and stands beside Halaena, soon the hall is filled with many high born families, from The Baratheons to The Freys, each house has come for a chance to have their daughters selected by Prince Aemond himself.

Aemond looks over the crowd as he is forced into conversation after conversation with lords, ladies and their daughters alike, having shaken the hand of almost every man in the room and bowed his head so much he feels as though his neck may snap at any moment. He tries his best to hide away in corners and drink his wine but is always found by some 'suitable' lady seeking his hand, he finally takes place by his mother who is in deep conversation with her own father, suddenly a small group across the hall catches Aemond's eye, they have deep tan skin and raven hair, they all seem to stick to one another instead of talking to everyone else; aemond turns to his mother.

"Mother?" he calls out in a whisper, and she turns to him.

"Yes?" She asks, Aemond points at the group across the room.

"Who are they?" He asks, Alicent's face hardens a little as she finally sees the group Aemond is pointing at.

"That group is House Martell of Dorne," She says.

"Dorne? Did you invite them?" Aemond asks in a curious voice.

"I don't believe so, Taragryens and the Dornish do not have the best history, I do not know why they are here..." She replies before taking a deep breath "Let us go introduce ourselves" she says quickly before grabbing Aemond's hand and walking over to the group.

"Hello, I am Queen Alicent, this is my son Aemond Targaryen" Alicent introduces herself and Aemond, a tall male member of the group turns and smiles but does not bow, none of the Martells do.

"Hello. I am Prince Moran Martell, and this is my wife Princess Cassia Martell" Moran introduces himself and his wife, who steps forward, she smiles at both Alicent and Aemond before speaking, "This is our daughter, Aliya" she says as they both part to reveal a younger looking girl, hair down to her waist, black as night, skin the colour of caramel, she is wearing a beautiful golden dress, not so much a gown as it flows and has a light look to it, with small red jewels and sleeves the went round the backs of her arms, Aliya steps forward offering a small smile to the two hosts, as Aemond looks upon Aliya he can't help but stare at her beauty, the confidence in which she carries herself.

"Hello, I am Princess Aliya Martell, it is a pleasure to meet you" She speaks; he voice strong and steady, no traces of nervousness or worry in her tone, Aemond smiles and reaches his hand out awaiting hers, but she does not accept it, Aemond quickly puts his hand down, straightening his posture.

"Hello Aliya-" he begins to speak.

"Princess" Aliya interrupts Aemond, he stops in his words and looks at her in confusion.

"I am a Princess, not a Lady" She says, head held high. Aemond smirks.

"My apologies...Princess Aliya, it's a pleasure to meet you" He says looking into Aliya's eyes, they look at one another for a moment, before Aemond speaks again.

"May we have a moment?" He asks gesturing to an empty set of chairs, Aliya glances over before wordlessly going over to the chairs, Aemond is quick to follow, thanking Aliya's parents and then sitting with Aliya.

"So, tell me about yourself" Aemond says sipping his wine.

"What do you wish to know?" She asks.

"Your interests, dislikes, something to get to know you better" He answers relaxing into the chair.

"I enjoy archery, reading, art, I dislike events such as these actually" She says as she straightens the skirt of her dress.

"Oh, is that so? Why are you here then?" He asks glancing at her over the rim of his chalis, she smiles and looks back up at him.

"Politics" She says.

"Politics? What does that mean?" he asks.

"As you know Dorne and the Targaryen have a sorted history, our two families, our two lands are at odds, my ancestors did not wish for peace between us, but my father is like yours...peaceful, he wants peace between our worlds..." She explains the details of her appearance, Aemond listens intently to her words, then nods.

"Understood, so you do not want the wealth, the power and you certainly do not need, let alone want the title of Princess..." He says in a slow and unsure voice.

"No, Dorne had a mighty wealth, we have enough power and no like I said I am already a Princess" Aliya replies and then stands up, Aemond quickly stands with her.

"You seem interesting enough, talk with my father...if you wish for this to go forward..Goodbye Prince Aemond" Aliya speaks quickly and then walks off before Aemond can reply, Aemond watches her leave.

As Aemond processes the encounter suddenly Moran Martell himself appears in front of Aemond himself.

"Prince Moran" Aemond says quickly, Moran stops Aemond.

"My daughter told me of your conversation, she has explained the reasoning behind our appearance so you understand what we want" He says.

"I do." Aemond replied sternly.

"Good, now you may choose...one of these..Ladies or My daughter, and yes if she is your...wife, she will live here in Kings landing, however she will come back to Dorne whenever she wants, she will carry on her archery and art passions here, she will never be disrespected and if you ever hurt her in any way, I will come for your head" Prince Moran speaks in a clam yet eerie tone, making his intention clear to Aemond. Aemond stands tall and nods.

"Of course, I will be making my decision soon"

"Good we will hear from you soon then" Moran says and the pair bid one another goodbye before parting ways. Aemond watches as the Martell's leave together, the large wooden doors closing behind them as they leave, Alicent walks over to Aemond.

"What happened?" Alicent asks looking up at her son. Aemond keeps his gaze on the door, a look of curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

"I believe a proposal has been made" He says finally looking back down at his mother.

"A proposal from whom?" She asks excitedly.

"Aliya Martell"

"Martell? Well you will also receive many other offers so you can-" She begins talking only to be cut off by Aemond.

"I will accept, I will marry Aliya Martell" He says in an overly confident tone. Alicent looks at him for a moment, before nodding in understanding.

"we shall make the announcement tomorrow" She says leaving Aemond where he stands.

#ewan nation #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader #Ewan Mitchel x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #prince aemond #house of the dragon #fanfic writing #Ewan Mitchel smut #Ewan Mitchell x reader smut

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maryccollection · 1 year

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#Lindsay two piece set #Black Bowtie dress #sequine #cassia dress

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sinful-lanterns · 10 days

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!! CN ONLY CONTENT UNDER THE CUT !!

Only proceed if you do not wish to be spoiled!

From top to bottom:

S-Class: Hestia

A-Class: Jane

New Skin for Cassia!

OKAY! The new Immortal sinner (Hestia) is so cute! Shes literally just some girl and her poor arm is rotting away from all the corruption 😖 poor bby… I can’t believe Keylan took what appears to be just a child/teenage girl on the expedition. Poor baby :(

Jane has a rlly simple design, but I actually like it quite a bit! The cat ear shape on her goggles reminds me of an Arknights character lol. Wish Aisno gave her abs tho, she’d be rlly hot with abs methinks 🤤

Cassia’s skin is gorgeous too! Purple is my second favorite color, and Cassia’s entire dress being this beautiful purple makes me want to sit by her throne and be her little lapdog. She reminds me of Medea Solon from Your Throne a bit with the dress…

Anyways, overall thoughts are I might be pulling for Hestia. I want to eventually collect all the Immortal sinners for my Bureau so Hestia will be getting in the bag! Jane is a bonus too <3

#⛓️ inmate confessions #path to nowhere #ptn

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hvbris · 1 year

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Three generations of Snow . Lucretia, Tigris & Cassia

#my edits #not me having THREE whole members of the Snow family oops #sorry not sorry #Lucretia (You bite the feeding hand and it will crush you where you stand)#Cassia (I'm the queen of nothing; I'm the king of the world)#Tigris (baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go)#(musing)

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dearestgojo · 1 year

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Crimson Roses

Vampire Geto x Fem reader

Summary: Carrying the weight of the death of his beloved throughout decades, Suguru finds himself rediscovering love.

Warnings: 18+. Character death (oc). Blood. Transformation (human to vampire). Alcohol. Set in 1890s. Jealousy. Ooc.

Prologue | Chapter One | Series Masterlist | Wc: 2.7k

The inside of his stomach is burning and twisting as she looks out onto the dance floor, jealousy baring its ugly fangs as he watches her sway about while a man touches what would, and was, be rightfully his.

"You're staring," he hears Choso Kamo's voice next to him, "I don't think Miss Cassia would appreciate you burning holes into the side of her head," he adds handing Suguru a glass of red wine.

He takes the glass sipping from it, eyes finding Cassia in the crowd again, "I'm not staring at her." He watches as the man who's twice her size spins her across the floor, his hand much too low for Suguru's liking. He can feel his blood starts to boil when she laughs at something he says, her curls bouncing as she's dragged across the dance floor.

"I don't think staring at her dance partner is any better."

Suguru ignores the man, watching his beloved give a curt bow to the man she was just dancing with before exiting the dance floor. Cassia heads in the direction of the balcony he and Choso are leaning over, pausing just beneath to glance at him. Long eyelashes flutter as her lips curve upwards right before she disappears from view, off to find her mother.

"Just making sure they keep their filthy paws off what's mine," he replies, gulping down the rest of his whine.

"Sure, yours," Choso scoffs.

Suguru scans the crowd, the next song starting, "Yes, mine." He watches people start to fill the dancefloor once more. He circles the rim of his glass with his forefinger, counting the number of times it runs over the curve that faces him, slowly counting up to thirty. "Well I have to go now, enjoy the rest of the ball," he announces, moving away from the rail, leaving his glass on it.

Choso glances over his shoulder, "You're off to see her aren't you?" Suguru shrugs in response giving him a grin before heading toward the curved staircase.

He weaves through the crowd, glancing through the gaps of the people he passes through, waiting to catch the eyes of the holder of his heart. Her laugh is the first thing he hears, drawing his attention toward a group of young ladies seated on one of the seats that are spread throughout the walls of the ballroom, fanning themselves. He can see the back of her head, curls falling on the nape of her neck, and the soft skin of the skin of her upper back exposed, a thin sheet of sweat from dancing glimmering under the light. Her dress is a light green, which brings out the color of her skin, with white flowers along the bust and length of the skirt, the roses appear to bloom with even the slightest movement Cassia makes.

It seems like she feels his stare because not two seconds after he's spotted her she turns around, her gaze finding him through the crowd. The bottom half of her face is hidden under her fan, her long lashes fluttering. Suguru nods his head toward the corridor, before walking through the crowd and out into the hallway finding a column to hide behind.

He waits a couple of minutes before he hears the sound of rustling skirts, green emerging out from the ballroom and into the hall. Suguru takes a deep breath as he reaches out grabbing onto Cassia's wrist, dragging her out further down the hall to a smaller one used by the house servants.

Cassia yelps, lifting the hem of her skirt to keep up with his curls bouncing. "Suguru, slow down I can't keep up. You're going too fast," she breathes out, chest rising and falling rapidly, breasts accentuated by the low collar of her dress. She can feel the warmth of Suguru's hand through her glove, heat rising to her cheeks.

Glancing at him with a grin, "We're almost there, just hang on a few steps more."

She returns his smile, squeezing the hand that holds hers, "Okay." Cassia can hear their footsteps echoing throughout the hallway, and she wonders if anyone in the ballroom can hear the sound of them traveling down. If they can hear them over the music and the laughter of people. Or if her mother can make out the sound of her footsteps through all the noise and will come chasing after her anytime soon.

Pulling her body down the last turn, Suguru pushes her against the wall, resting his forearms on either side of her head. Their chests rise up and down as their lungs burn for air, hearts pounding in their chests. In a blink of an eye, Suguru has his lips pressed to hers, tongue sliding against Cassia's warm one, hand coming up to cup the curve of her cheeks. But just as quickly as the kiss started it ends, the lack of air too much for both their lungs.

Suguru grins down at Cassia, cornering her into the wall and enjoying how visibly flustered she becomes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth while her eyes dart down either side of the hallway. He reaches up with one hand, wrapping one of the loose curls that frame her face around his finger, leaning even closer to her.

"No one is going to come, so you can relax. They're all busy drinking, eating, and dancing to even notice we're absent."

She swallows, tilting her head back to look into his dark eyes, voice uneven, "I know, but Mother could still come looking for me."

He steps even closer to her, "She won't"

The tremble in her voice has him stepping closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her in. He can feel the warmth of her skin even through the layers of clothes she wears, the hardness of the bodice pressing against him when he leans down to teasingly kiss the tip of her nose, "Trust me, she won't be coming."

He clasps her hand in his once more, sticking his head out into the corridor, smirking at her over his shoulder before pulling her back out. Cassia follows, the sound of her heart racing ringing in his ears, the doors to the rooms flashing past her as Suguru pulls them into one of the many empty ones. Away from everyone.

The clock hasn't even struck midnight, dawn still hours away, and yet Suguru finds himself cowering in the corner of the grand clock. His hands tremble as if cold when he can't feel the bite of the wind that flows in through the window he snuck in through moments before. He doesn't feel much of anything, but the pain searing pain in his gums and the drops of something wet dripping from his fingertips. His ears are ringing and the world turns every time he opens his eyes the figures in front of him blurred, brain throbbing against his skull.

Nothing makes sense.

The past four hours all blur into one another. From his arrival at the ball to him pulling Cassia into the study. He recalls kissing her against the door before going further into the room, everything after that was muddied, more than an hour lost.

The ticking of the clock next to his head causes his head to hurt, his ears picking up on the moving mechanisms within the grand clock. He gets up to move away from the spot, stumbling over his own legs, wondering where Cassia is and why there's blood on his hands. The floor beneath him is slick, and the rug makes a sound when he steps onto it, his foot sinking into the material.

"Cassia?" he calls out into the dark room, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, receiving no response. A sharp pain shoots throughout his gums, and he hisses, "Fuck!" He rubs his gums while moving further into the room, the pain much large right along his canines, he attempts calling out her name again, leaning on the table in front of him, "Cassia, are you still in here?"

Still nothing. Suguru clumsily moves further into the room, his eyes starting to adjust to the dim light, the burning feeling behind his cornea subsiding. He can hear the music from the ballroom, which causes him some confusion as it sounds louder than it had when he pulled Cassia into the study. He looks up from the ground toward the door taking another step, feeling something beneath his foot.

Suguru feels a chill go up his spine, feeling the cold wind for the first time since he came. The hairs on his arms stand up, and his stomach twists as the stench of blood overwhelms his senses. The missing puzzle pieces click into place.

He looks down to see the shadow of a hand and an arm beneath his shoe. His eyes slowly travel up the length of the arm, finding a shoulder, his entire body trembling as he forces his eyes to continue until he's looking upon the drained of his most beloved. Her name slips past his lips in a whisper, "Cassia, no."

Falling down to his knees, he reaches for her body, pulling her to his chest while caressing her face with trembling hands. Cassia's dress is soaked with red blood, and her neck is torn with deep wounds. Several of her nails missing from the struggle she made. He runs his fingers over her face, running a thumb over her lower lips, flashes of her struggle replaying in his mind.

They'd been kissing when he felt a sudden pain in his head, he'd knocked down a few things as the pain had grown stronger and stronger, Cassia following him across the room asking what was wrong. She'd had held him, trying to comfort him through the headache, the world around him spinning. She'd then screamed, her nails digging into his shoulder and neck, the bookcase behind him the only thing in his view. The next scene is of him standing over her bleeding body, the roses he'd knocked down turning a deep red, almost black. And then nothing.

He'd done this. Suguru had attacked and killed the person he held most dearly. His hands tremble as he holds her close to his body, a knot forming in his throat, the tears starting to slowly stream down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry," he chokes out the metallic taste filling the inside of his mouth. His eyes dart across the room, finding a shard of a broken mirror next to her limp arm.

He picks it up and stares at the reflection in the piece. His hair is disheveled, sticking to his face that has streaks of red along the cheeks. The same deep red that stains the corner of his lips. His once-dark eyes are now a deep glimmering purple. Deep purple that shines even brighter when the door behind him is swung open.

Choso stands at the doorway, door knob clasped in his hand, staring at the scene before him. Suguru feels a surge of panic floods his body, his hold on Cassia's body growing tighter, stumbling over his words, feeling numb, "I d-didn't mean to. I don't know what happened."

"Fuck," Choso replies, glancing once over his shoulder, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "I was hoping I was wrong, and that I was smelling wrong." He moves into the room, easily pulling Suguru up to his feet, the soft thud of Cassia's body hitting the ground resounding in his ears. "Nothing I can do now I guess. I'm going to get blamed for this aren't I?" He moves into the room, "Stand up we have to go. Now." Choso states, glancing out the window, "Jump."

"What?" Suguru looks at him, eyes wide, "We can't just go. I murdered someone!" He looks down at Cassia, "I just killed the woman I loved."

"Trust me that's the last of your worries. Now jump." Choso pushes.

"How can you say that? I'm staying here. I need to pay for this."

"Don't force me to push you out."

Suguru's eyes glance back at Cassia, a lump forming in his throat, "I can't just leave without facing the consequences of the horrendous act I've committed," Suguru grimaces as pain shoots throughout his gums.

Choso examines him, glancing over his shoulder, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps, "Your gums burn don't they?" Suguru's ears perk up at the question, "And your eyes burn, you don't feel how cold the room is, and it's likely that you also feel a never-ending hunger brewing in the pit of your stomach. I'm right aren't I?" He looks at Suguru, the look on his face is all the answer he needs, "If you jump I'll explain what's happening to you." Choso sighs, pushing him toward the window as the footsteps grow nearer, "There's nothing we can do about what you've done, but this ball is ending soon, and people will start looking for her once they notice her missing. And if they find us here, I'll get blamed for it right along with you, and there won't be much hope for us. Now jump."

Suguru glances at him once more before jumping, the wind ringing in his ears, the ground quickly growing closer. He waits for the pain to shoot up his legs once he makes contact with the gravel below, but it never comes only slight discomfort when sharp rocks dig into the sole of his shoes. Choso follows right after, landing right next to him, grasping his elbow, and pulling him toward the gate of the manor where the ball was held. The world Suguru once knew behind the thick metal bars, bleeding out onto a rug.

The sun is starting to peek out from behind the horizon, the sky painted in bright orange and blue, when they walk in through the heavy wooden doors of an old victorian styled home. The door close behind them, and Suguru stays frozen in the entryway while Choso calls out, "I'm home!" He looks over his shoulder looking at Suguru, uttering under his breath, "And we have a visitor."

Suguru comes out of his trance, returning Choso's stare, "You said you'd explain what's going on?"

"I did sa-" Choso is stopped mid-sentence, the wood of the wall cracking as he pushed against the wall, a forearm digging into his neck.

Suguru jumps in surprise, falling back onto the ground, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him. There's a young man holding Choso's large body several inches above the ground, but that isn't what surprises him. No, it's the bright pink hair, sharp fangs that dig into his lower lip, and the vibrant red eyes that glare into his friends.

"What the hell did you do?" he growls, barring his fangs.

Choso grasps the man's arm managing to free himself by tossing him across the foyer into the next room, a loud crash follows, "I didn't do anything," he huffs, lazily looking down at him, "As I was saying, before Yuji rudely interrupted, I did say I'd tell you, but you're not going to believe me."

Suguru blinks up at him, "What was that? Is he okay?"

"I'm fine," the young pinked hair calls out, appearing seconds later covered in dust, pointing at Suguru, "What did you mean you didn't do anything, he's clearly been turned."

Choso squats down, voice falling an octave, "I know he is, but I didn't do it. Someone must have slipped him their blood."

"Turned into what?" Suguru asks but is ignored as the two continue their conversation as if he wasn't there.

"Are you telling me there's another one of us nearby? Do you think it's him?"

"Don't know. It might be?" Choso shrugs.

Suguru can feel his blood starting to boil once more, his nails scratching the floorboards beneath him.

"Hey don't do that, we just renovated those," Yuji scowls from the archway.

But the blood is racing through Suguru's veins, his anger at being ignored overflowing, emotions heightened. His hand comes up and slams down into the floor, making a large hole as he demands attention, "Turned into what?"

Choso lazily stares at him while Yuji approaches where they're, crossing his arms over his chest, "You haven't told him?"

Tapping a finger on his knee, Choso responds as if the words that leave his lips aren't life-changing, as if his world hadn't been tipped when he'd heard them. "You got turned into a Vampire."

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