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Urie Sogami x Reader ~Lost Butterfly~

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Here you are now, standing alone before this seriously to luxurious school building. What you are even doing here? Well that is a story of its own kind. You were the youngest offspring of a famous and rich family or to be more exact you were adopted. The family never had children but always wanted an heiress for their company and stuff. Why they choose you? Because you were an orphan. Some would say you were lucky. They picked you because of the way you smiled at them and they also liked your intelligence. They also were nice people. Still they would be more likely seen as your grandparents. Although they were not your real family you loved the two of them. They were really kind and give you the love you lost for so long. Still you were not happy at the moment. You felt like a fish out of water. You just do not belong in the world of the rich and this school could have the word written all over it. There are this fancy uniforms, the whole building you mean they even had a gigantic greenhouse. You sighed. The first years you lived with your new family they had you home-schooled because you were too shy and scared to go to a normal school. You have been like this since your parents died two years ago. They were murdered in a brutal way. You still have no idea why and the murder was never found. You were at school and when you came home you found them. It took your new family a year to make you talk again. You had been shy even before the incident so this was not a simple task. Now you are standing in front of this school feeling your legs shaking. You are the only freshman because you could not enter until now. There have been problems with the seize of the classes but at the end the director agreed because of the influence of your family. You felt bad for getting this special treatment and being the only new one. You are starting to get attention because you are just standing in the entrance so you take a deep breath and want to step forward as suddenly a bunch of girls runs in your direction as a car comes to a hold right behind you. You are utterly confused and try to get out of the way but it is too late the girls are pushing you to the sides as the door opens and you are laying on the floor. Your knees bleeding since you have not been able to catch yourself because you tried to save the papers in your hands, which you need to bring to the secretariat. "Oh is one of my butterflies hurt?" you hear a voice above you. You want to look up while trying to get up. Still the papers in your hands. Suddenly a girl yanks you up and pushes you into another girl. " Get out of his way!" You begin to shake what the hell is going on here. You are scared. Why are they screaming at you, hurting you? You feel your body tremble. The next moment someone grabs your papers and tears them apart. " You surely don't need this!" " Please..." a silent whimper comes over your lips. You know you should stand up against them, but since that day you get into kind of a state of shock and are just helpless. Suddenly two strong arms place themselves around your waist pulling you into a well-toned chest. " Shh...do not be afraid my butterfly. I am sorry the other butterflies misbehaved like this." You hear someone whisper in your ear. The voice is beautiful and somehow lures you in. You are not used to be so close to people you do not know and get even more scared that is until he loses one of his arms from your waist, grabs your chin in an gentle way and makes you look in his eyes. They are golden ...somehow shining and you are drowning in them. "You are a good girl, my sweet butterfly~" You do not know why, but you feel save. There is just him everything in your mind is silenced by his eyes. Suddenly you hear an angry scream and your instincts kick in. You look up at the young man once again than at the angry girls. You get free of his grip and make a run for it. You do not know were just away.

Urie POV

well that surprised me a bit. I was sure she had already fallen in my trap. This butterfly seems to be hard to catch. Not so easily like the rest of them.

There is also something else. Even for a shy girl this behaviour was not normal. She was way too scared. I wonder what happened to her. I do not like to admit it but she caught my interest. Now what are you going to do without your papers my little butterfly? I am more than certain I have never seen her before here at school so she must be new, which means this papers are for the secretary or more correctly they were. I get pulled out of my thoughts by my butterflies but some how they annoyed me right now. " Fly away for now my sweet butterflies" I say and they leave like nothing has ever happened. My new butterfly got hurt a few moments before. Should I watch over her? I will watch over her until she is mine and mine alone tangled in me web,I decide and begin to walk in the direction she was running.

Your PoV

You are running until your legs get weak and you find yourself lost. How can this place be so big. They should put maps somewhere. Until you looked around for quite sometime you let yourself fall down against a tree. Here isn't anyone. You are absolutely certain you are at the wrong place. Silent tears are by now falling down your cheeks and your knees hurt. "Is my sweet little butterfly lost?" you hear a voice near to your ear and nearly jumped up but two strong hands on your shoulders hold you back. "Careful there, little butterfly" "Butterfly?" you mumble confused. You hear him chuckle lightly. "Would you look at me sweet butterfly?" You shake your head remembering what happened last time. "Then would my beautiful butterfly at least give me her name?" You blush. Has he just said beautiful? Surely he was just making fun of you. Why should he say something like this to you? You mean he is beyond handsome. "Such a shy one, my butterfly. You know we need to get your legs fixed up, don't you? Also you need to go to the secretariat and you are in trouble because of your papers. I could help you out with all of it, all I need is your name, my Dear ~" you hear him sigh as you still don't say a word. Suddenly you are pulled into a hug. "Wha.." " We are staying like this until you got used to me a bit more and give me your name. I will not leave you alone like this, butterfly. Your eyes full of tears, hurt and lost. Stop trying to struggle you just waste energy." You still tried until his smell clouded your mind and when he started to sing a beautiful song in nothing more than a whisper voice you are sure you would fall asleep in his arms sooner or later. You calmed down more and more until you realized that this young man did nothing but help you and you were just mean to him because you were so scared. That makes you realize how much your fear controls you and it hurt. Your breath catches up and a whine escapes your mouth. "Shh...why is my little butterfly still crying ?" " I- I -I am sorry" "Sorry what for?" " f-for be-eing s-so rude. I di-did not mean t-to. I- I was just .." "Scared." He ends your sentence and gently strokes your tears away as you continue to cry. You never showed anyone how you feel not even the people who adopted you. You always smiled to make them happy and now here is this strange guy and you could not stop crying. " You are fine my little butterfly. Shh calm down (f/n)" "Y-you kn-know my n-name ?" you stammer. He just laughs silently. " I am part of the student council and we got a note that a Miss (f/n) (l/n) will start learning here today. It was not hard to figure out. I just would have liked it more if my butterfly had told me her name." He strikes your tears away and you blush at his closeness. "Do not cry anymore my sweet butterfly." With this words he put a beautiful rose in your hair. " My name is Urie Sogami and I am the vice president of this school. When you ever need help come to me." He makes you look up at him with his fingers at your chin. You again lose yourself in his eyes and feel like sinking in a deep warm sea where nothing matters anymore:" Now sleep~" is the last thing you hear before there is just darkness and then a field of beautiful flowers.

As you wake up, you are laying on a bench near the entrance, your papers in one piece next to you and your knees in bandages.? Then you feel something in your hair. A single red rose. "Urie.." you mumble as you stand up and walk in the main entrance, unaware of two golden eyes watching you belonging to a devil with orange hair.

Urie PoV

Why I let her alone? Well simple put I want her to come back to me by herself. Of course I could have marked her. When I put her to sleep I was sure I would do it, but somehow I could not bring myself to it. My sweet little butterfly~ I am so curios when will you come to see me ?

"Fu-fu~ Playing with the new girl already? Such a poor girl being hurt at her first day and now tangling herself in the web of a devil! It makes me feel all warm." " Be quiet you annoying fallen angel" I shrug Shiki off. "Do not touch her with your filthy hands or I put you in a cage. But then again you would like it to be chained up wouldn't you?" My devilish smirk gets a bit disgusted when I see Shikis look. "Don't touch who?" I hear Mage say as Shiki and I enter the third library. "The new girl~ Fu-fu~" Shiki coos. "Huh? Why is that?" Mage asks. "Why do you care about her, Urie that is unlikely for you to fancy a single one of your girls." Rem spoke up and I sigh. "Actually I do not know. I just don't want to see her in any stage of pain." "Urie?" Ritsuka speaks up while robbing her eyes having slept in Rems arms just seconds before. "Urie could it be that you may ...well you know?" I look confused at her. " You are really slow today devil, she is asking you if you like the new girl. Not just finding her attractive. We are talking about really liking." I fight a blush hearing Lindos words. Why is he here anyway? He is nice to us for Ritsuka but I can't imagine the exorcist vampire is beginning to see us as kind of friends? " Don't be stupid just like Rem said I do not have favourites. I am just a bit out of my mind." I answer a bit angry. "Of course" Lindos tune is sarcastic. "Then you of course do not care that some of your girls are just about to beat the new girl up?" Shiki asks devily. "What?!" Mage,Lindo, Ritsuka shout while Rem gets an angry look and I am already on my way to the front door of the building to reach the place Shiki just showed to. I finally reach her. She is standing with her back at a wall. Face looking down, trembling and four girls are standing in a circle around her. I push the girls away not enough to really hurt them but still with force and walk up to my little butterfly:" My,my you are really troublesome~" As I say this something I do not expect happens she hugs me and hides at my chest. "(Y/n)..." I mumble and put my arms around her.

The poor girl had not even the strength in her legs left to hold herself up. I pulled her closer to me than lifted her of the ground. She did not even protest. I shot the girls an angry look. " I would highly adevice you to get lost and if I should find her harmed in any way, you can be sure you will get detentions or worse, did I make myself clear?" Something worse they would ever expect to be accurate. They backed of quickly and I knew I would have to do nothing because Rem walked around the corner and gave me a nodded. He did not tolerate any misbehaviour at this school. "Take her to the library" Rem commanded me and I nodded. He was right there she would be save and could calm down, not that I would let anyone come near her anyway . I sighed " My beloved butterfly could you look at me please?" I would put her under my ban for now. It was clearly visible that the was in a kind of shock. I have a feeling that something cruel had happen to this girl and because of this any kind of violence was too much for her. She did not seem to hear me. " (Y/n)-chan please look at me" I would have made her look at me, but she or one of the girls would wonder why I could carry her with just one arm in this position. "I can help you, but please do not kill me for touching her, not that you would be able to do this but still..." Lindo said... " you are okay with what I want to do?" That was new. " Not really but even I have to except that it is the best for her right now, she is clearly hurting and you can take that away...so." "okay" Lindo gently put a hand under her chin, at first she tried hard to stay close to my chest, so I bent down a bit and began to sing my song, while Lindo used a bit more force but not enough to hurt her. Just for a moment she opened her eyes a little bit but that was enough. I got her. "sh..little butterfly, calm down...breath..such a good girl...sh...and now ...sleep" her head fell again against my chest but her breathing now was even. I started to walk away with her Lindo following me for some reason.

"you should mark her." "What?!" I looked at Lindo as if he had gotten insane.

"I am serious, even if you do not realise it yet you like her. She gets in much trouble without doing anything obviously and your butterflies seem to be jealous of her, if you mark her you would always know where she is and if she needs help. I do not like that you would have power over her mind, but since you have not marked her yet what is strange enough for you I have a feeling you will not misuse you power with her." "No...I cannot really explain but I want her to stay or at least to wish by her own free will to be by my side, if she does that I would have no problem with putting my mark on her, but not like this." We were in the library now and I tried to lay her down, but her hands were firmly at my jacket.. "Seems like this girl has caught a devil." I heard Mage laugh and I could swear Shiki was smirking in the shadows. "Need a helping hand" Ritsuka asked gently but I shook my head " No, this is fine. Mage could you do me this once a favour and excuse miss (l/n) here from her next classes. I cannot find me willing to let her visit any of them today, she needs rest. I will make sure she gets home later." Mage was about to say something but Rem shot him a look. I laid down with her on top of me gently putting my arms around her and was greatly surprised as Lindo was so kind and put a blanket over us. "Thank-you" and I meant it.

Everyone left the room after that and I just stroke the hair of my little butterfly. I had realised her out of my spell a few minutes ago and was just still singing lowly my song as a lullaby to her. A few hours past and school would be over soon as she began to move. This would get funny. "morning butterfly, sorry about this situation but I could not bring you to let go of my jacket." She woke up fully to the sound of my now louder words realised her situation and would have surely fallen over of I had not caught her. "Careful". She was bright red and I chuckled, she was really cute. " I- I am so so sorry!" she tried again to stand up but I pulled her close " don't be. I came to enjoy watching you sleep, you looked kind of cute" "whaaaa-at" I laughed again. Then I did what was overdue since hours. " Are you okay? Have this misbehaving girl hurt you?" she shook her head. "No? then why are you crying little butterfly? Please do not lie to me, it will not work" You cannot lie to a devil dear, I thought for myself. " It is..it is nothing really.." "Does not look like nothing to me." I got up and embraced her, gently "Please it will help you to talk. I promise I will not harm you, you can trust me." "They were just throwing words at me, really nothing at all." "still words can cut deeper than a knife..." I murmured softly and made her look in my eyes, using a bit of my power, just so it would be easier for her to talk to me, but still having her free will and her not realizing my doing. Her breath hitched again and she tried to flee my eyes but I did not allow her to move her gaze away. She was not saying a word just crying and I felt my heart break at this sight. Since when was I so affected by a simple girl? I broke hearts on masses did I care ? Of course not. I am a devil for hells sake.

I sighed and stroke over her cheek with my right hand, than I embraced her letting go of her chin, so she was not longer doomed to look in my eyes. Without my mark, my spell was broken for now. I began to sing silently and allowed her to rest on my chest for a bit. " I ...I am ...sorry ..so ..sorry ..it is just...how.. I don't know how.." she sobbed. " I smiled fo-for so long..always smiled..so that everyone was happy..I do not know how to tell the truth..anymore....I really want to but....I just know how to stay silent or lie...I ..sorry..and now I am just ..a burden to you...you do not even know me and yet I make you so much trouble...why do they hate me so..so much ..and now you surely also ha-hate me.." "sh...who put such awful thoughts in your head. I do not hate you. How could I hate such a wonderful, fragile, beautiful, innocent butterfly like you? Sh...no more crying" "why are you lying to me...." "huh? I am not lying, butterfly" "the girls said, I am more than ugly..a disgust to the world...I would be better of dead.. I am not supposed to be seen by anyone because it would hurt everyone's eyes, I am selfish" "enough of that! Why are you believing them?!" "because they are just right...." "is this really what you believe?" I got a nodded. "Look at me, (y/n) you are one of the most beautiful beeings I have ever seen and believe me I saw many, but if I had to choose the most beautiful I would choose you. In my eyes you are perfect just the way you are and I would be honoured to learn more about you and see more of your soul" and your body, but this part I kept for myself " don't you ever think you are not perfect. You my not see it now but I will show you and one day you will believe me.

I make you forget what this stupid girls said, they were just speaking from jealousy. I want to help you to learn to not fear so much any more, keep you save...that is ...if you let me...if you want me to...." I became quieter at the end of my little speech and nearly blushed, what was the matter with me. "Urie.." she muttered and my heart stopped a beat. "why do you want to do all this for me...? For someone like me...?" " I guess the vampire was right" I muttered under my breath too quiet for her to hear " Well ..I guess I kind of like you...I will not say I love you because we only just met and I still have much to figure out and I just want you to be save cannot bear when you are in pain or sad and I am quite sure I will fall for you are probably already have, but I do not want to push you in anything, so I will not say I love you just yet without knowing how you feel about me or you having the time to figure it out for yourself.. I just would be glad if you give me a chance to get closer to you, so that I may be able to say this two words to you without any thing holding me back." I waited for an answer but never got one, I had looked away from her all the time totally embarrassed, just to realise now that she was sleeping peacefully next to me. I chuckled lightly, what a girl... "she probably did not here one bit of it" I said to myself, but then she talked in her sleep: " please, stay with me...please don't go...I don't want to be alone anymore...I don't want to lose you...Urie..." Well I was still not sure what she heard but that was enough for me do act. I bowed down to her, gently kissing her neck:" I won't, I promise" and left my mark on her, for all the devils and vampires who should ever come near her clear to see. To make sure they would stay away from my girl.

Imagine- working for Zelman Clock Zelman Clock x reader - You work for him from now on

Hello everyone ^^ I thought there are not enough stories about him. Seriously he earns more attention! I fear he is a bot out of character...sorry for that. ^^'' I hope you still like it. If you enjoy my story I would be more than happy about a vote or a comment.

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“You work for him from now on..." so began start of the end of your life. You got a new job. ....Well it was complicated, actually you never wanted the job and you were not even sure if you could call it a job or if you should see yourself more as an gift without an free will. You life in the special zone, yes that place were vampires and humans life legally together. Well at least the most of them. There was also a clan or maybe more a gang you really were not so sure about this, who did everything criminal heard to be possible the coven. To your doom your father and mother got into problems with them. Even more of a problem was that your parents were arrested closely after this from the company and the coven decided that you would by them debt for them. You were just a young human woman nearly still a girl, how were you supposed to pay them in anyway. You feared the worst but then something unexpected happened. The coven got into problems with one of the leaders of the special zone. Zelman Clock. They thought it would be a good idea to calm his anger to give you to him as a present. A Maid or whatever he wanted you to be for whatever he wanted to do. You were always quite interested in Black Bloods. You had heard a few things about Zelman and what you had heard scared you. Now you were standing in front of a double door, dressed in a simple black dress, which was shorter than you would like it to be. You were a trembling mess and your wrist hurt because one of the coven members had been dragging you by it and was still holding it with way too much force. That would surely turn purple. At least they did not hurt you. You were supposed to be a perfectly intact present, so they did not even drink your blood. The doors opened, and you shut your eyes in fear. You were dragged forward again and stumbled over your chains, falling to the ground. No one helped you up and no one seemed to care. Neither did you, you were sure you would be dead soon and you hoped to be so, because the other options seemed even worse to you. Before this you would prefer to be a meal. You heard the coven members apologize for their failure: "Pleas except this gift as our apologize" "Fools, thinking you could erase the damage you have done like this. Get lost. "His voice was ice cold and you trembled even more. You felt that someone pulled at your chains:" That one is mine from now on." They let go of the chains and made a run for it. "Idiots..." you heard the cold now annoyed voice utter. Was this Zelman? "Sayuka, who is she?" "I am sorry Sir, but I do not know. There are no girls reported to be missing this night in the special zone. I already asked our informants at the police as I got the word of the covens doing, Zelman-sama." "So, no one is missing the little Missy? Well I guess we keep her." You did not dare to look up or speak at any point of their conversation. "Hey Missy, stand up, you are laying in the way." he sounded disinterested. You hurried to stand up but hissed silently as you needed to put your weight at your hurt wrist. Still you did not complain but stood up. You did not dare to look up so, you kept your head down. Suddenly your head was pushed back and two red eyes were staring directly in yours: " It is not kind to avoids someone's gaze like this, Missy. I really should teach you some manners, what do you think?" He came closer to your neck and you squirmed in his hold, but he had a too tight grip on your head and waist by now, to let you move away. "Quite a fighter you are, heh? Stop struggling, you will just hurt yourself. Also, this will feel good, even better than sex, but how are you supposed to know, you're still a virgin after all. Even more of a reason to taste you blood. "A single tear flow down your cheek and you waited for the pain, but nothing happened. "No not like this, this is no fun at all..." he sounded annoyed and you were sure he would drop you to the ground, because your legs were trembling too much to hold you. "Relax, it is not like I am killing you. That would just mean a mess to clean up for someone. So your legs gave up on you, poor scared red blood. Were this excuse from vampires of the coven that bad to you? "You did not dare to answer and were quite sure it was rhetorical from the beginning "Hey, are you deaf? I am talking to you!" for a 800 years old vampire, he surely did not speak noble. "I..I am sorry Sir." He looked not pleased: " I do not care if you are sorry, answer my question already." He was obviously annoyed. You did not know what to answer. Yes they did not put you into physical pain, but they stripped you out of your clothes, after you declined changing in the black dress right in front of them. They threatened you and hurt you with words, some tried to touch you in inappropriate ways but stopped to your luck before things got too far, because you were supposed to be Zelmans present and were not supposed to smell too much of other vampires. Still you felt dirty. They caught you and took your freedom from you and made fun of the situation of your parents....and when he said it it sounded like some children had stolen her sweets....also you were scared that he would like what they did and do the same or worse, or that the coven would get angry at you.."N-no, Sir..They..they did..." why was it so hard to say they did noting, when he was starring in your eyes. You felt like he was watching your soul. Seeing through your lie as if it was not even there " They did nothing, Zelman-sama..." Suddenly you were pinned against a wall your feet above the ground, hold up just by your arms, but to your surprise he somehow managed to hold you in a way you wrist did not hurt, was that by choice or just coincident? He looked pretty pissed and you trembled under his gaze:" Do not dare to ever lie to me again." His voice was cold and you were terrified. You felt like a lamp in the eyes of a predictor. "By the way you are a horrible liar, Missy" he sounded now rather amused and you were utterly confused. "So what am I going to do with you...?" "what is your name? How did you come in this situation?" Suddenly he took you on his arms for a few seconds and sat down with you on the coach. Putting you next to him, but turned in a way to you, that you were sitting directly in front him. "You can go for now Sayuka, I call you when you are needed" "Yes Sir." Then I was alone with the vampire. I tried to avoid his gaze but looked up confused, as a warm jacket was put around my shoulders. His jacket. Now he was just wearing a white shirt, which was button up a bit "You are cold" he stated simply, and you could not help the surprised look on your face. He started laughing" Do not look so surprised. I already told you I am not going to kill you." He shook his head laughing but then smirked "It seems really to no one has taught you any manners heh?" You realized your mistake and blushed "I am s-...I mean ...Than-you Sir." He patted your head and you blushed even more. Now he was chuckling again "Well I will make sure to teach you Missy. For now young Miss, would you finally consider to give me your name?" "(y-y/n)" you murmured looking away a bit shy. How was someone supposed to be able to be under this arresting eyes all the time. "Now, now do not look away" He turned your face to him again and gently stroke your cheek by that chance, making you blush even more. Suddenly he grabbed your chains and in the blink of an eye, they were broken, and you looked completely dump-forded. "The rustling was annoying" he simply stated then gently took hold of your hurt wrist. "Bunch of idiots, not even able to deliver a present without damage." he murmured under his breath and you were not even sure, if you had understood it correctly. He gently inspected your wrist. "You are lucky Missy, it does not seem to be broken, still you should not put weight on it for the next days, got that?" "Ye-yes, Si-" shit did your voice just break there. You were getting calmer in his present which was no good at all, because it made it so much harder to hold the tears back and you could not trust him, he could do so many things to you and his personality seemed to be really complicated. "you smell of them, way too much...you will take a bath later" "y-yes, Zelman-sama". "This low-life's will never again lay an hand on you, I will not allow it. You belong with me, from today on." "y-yes...S-sir" why did he say with me and not to me ...was this just an accident? "Geez, did this idiots hurt your head or are you really that slow? Okay I will put it simpler for you. You are not an objective in this house or to me. Still I do not like the idea of just letting you walk away. You will work for me and stay with me. You caught my interest Missy. Also your blood smells delicious~" You shivered and tried to hide in his jacket, which made him laugh. "This will be fun!" he laughed. Suddenly you had a coke in your hands: "Drink, you are awfully pale my dear. Did they even give you food?" You shook your head shyly. He looked a bit surprised but then annoyed again: " I thought at least that they would have done, they are really a bunch of idiots. Are you hungry?" You were not sure if it was okay for you to nod but your stomach beat you to it with a slight growl which made Zelman laugh again. You on the other hand were struggling to open the coke, how embarrassing... you huffed completely and utterly annoyed at yourself which made Zelman smile kindly at you. Somehow he found you endearing and had the strange desire to protect you from harm. "Say do you like burger?" He asked you and helped you open your coke, which you made sure to drink really fast because you had been thirsty for hours. "Now, now...slowly Missy, you can have more. Come we are going out getting you some food." You stood up, but nearly lost your balance "Careful, like I said take things slowly" he had an arm around your waist now, supporting you. "I...I am sorry, Sir.." He sighed "Is there anything you are not sorry for?" he laughed but the look he was given you was serious. "I ...I do not. ..at least not know..." you really did not know. The last month it seemed you did everything wrong. You were even asking yourself if your parents were thinking you were a mistake. They were yelling all the time and you never seemed to be good enough for them, no matter how hard you tried. You tried to tell yourself it was just because of the trouble they were having, but with every day it got harder to do so and after they did not even spare you a glance as they were arrested or told the police that you were their daughter, that someone should make sure no one would hurt you, because of them. At that day you were not able to say a sound, you just watched from a bit afar...the police did not realize you belonged to them, they seemed to not even know of you, witch was kind of strange honestly. So now as Zelman asked you, you had no idea...you lost your friends as your parents took you with them in the special zone a year ago. You were too shy to find new friends and the old ones felt betrayed by your leaving, even if it had not been your fault. You did not even realize you started crying until a warm hand touched your cheek and made you look up: "Listen now, and listen good. It does not matter what has happened what you think about yourself or what others said about you, never be sorry to be alive, never be sorry to be yourself, that is nothing to be sorry for. It is something to be proud of." You nodded weakly and he shook his head:" You won't stop crying for some time now, heh?" He patted your head:" It is okay...calm down." after some time you really calmed down and were straight down embarrassed, but he just smirked at you and took you bye your arm and lead you out of the room. "Zelman-sama?" you heard his assistant ask. "We are going out, Sayuka, oh be so kind and let a room for her be prepared and also some clothing." "B-but Zelma-sama Member of the coven came here to talk to you." "Sayuka, do you dare to tell me what to do?" he sounded cold. " No, of course not Sir" she apologized right away you on the other hand had problems to breath and began to feel dizzy. They were here again...did they come back for you..."(y/n)..(y/n)! calm down. You need to take slow breath...you need to calm down...look at me, I said look at me just me." Suddenly he made you look at him and something flashed in his eyes and everything just went black, the last thing you felt was something soft catching you.

You woke up again in a car. "wha-what happened?" you asked confused. This car was going fast. "You freaked out because of the coven members who came to the mansion. I took your consciousness from you, because you would not calm down one bit and carried you in the car. We are going to get burgers right now. You like burgers don't you" You nodded shyly. "I..." you were not sure if to say thank-you or sorry. "it is quite alright. Sayuka should have thought about mentioning them in front of you." The car came to a hold and he got out. You did the same and insecurely went to his side. He just huffed: "Stop being so afraid. How do you plan to work for me if you are scared that every step you take is a mistake?" To your surprise he took you by your hand and you two went into a burger restaurant. He ordered for both of you and made sure you eat slowly. He asked you more about you and you answered shyly. "Why were you even still living with your parents. You are an adult, still a young one but you would be allowed to live on you own." "I ..never was brave enough to tell them I would leave. Scared they would get angry...even if this was extremly dump..." "You are really troublesome, Missy. You will have to learn a lot." He stood up and you followed him. You got back to the mansion again and he brought you into a room. "In the bath are more comfy clothes go and change, please" "yes, Zelman-sama" you came back, and he sat on the bed." Come here and sit down" you did as you were told and were shocked as he pulled you into his arms. You felt his lips at your neck "relax...just relax...everything is okay" he spoke softly to you and you felt intoxicated by his proximity and smell. "zelma-" you murmured confused and slightly scared: "Do not be scared, you will like the feeling I promise. I will make sure you will forget the events of the last month for the night. I will make you feel safe. Let me make sure every vampire knows you belong to me and what will happen to them if they dare to harm you in anyway" He gently kissed your neck and you shivered slightly. You could not bring yourself to fight him, strangely you really felt safe. "Please, allow me to bite you" whispered softly and you were surprised he let the decision at your hands. You were still scared but he seemed to really mean good for you, so you moved a bit to give him a better access. You felt him smile on your neck. "Such a good girl." You felt him kiss your neck again, gently holding you, to make sure you would not move too much and then his fangs pierced through your skin. The first second it hurt but then you felt pleasure and warmth. You felt like he was all around you. You felt really good and safe in his hands. You were at a loss for words and just registered at the back of your mind that you began to feel dizzy. Suddenly you felt Zelman let go of your neck, licking the wound gently and helping you lay down on the bed, putting the covers over you and kissing your forehead: "Sleep now." You still felt his presents in your mind, seeing yourself through his eyes and were surprised by the warmth of that gaze. You were dizzy and had problems to hold your eyes open. "Thank-you for the delicious meal. I bet you are a bit dizzy now, that is okay that always happens. Sleep for now. You are safe."

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„Miss please wait for me!" You heard her laugh „ You get distracted rather quickly, don't you (y/n)-chan? Oh and please just call me Mimiko." „I..I-I am sor-ry, Miss" You stammer.

If you forgot, your (your name) (last name) and you in the special zone since two days. You are a young woman nearly still a girl and you are a compromiser. It was rather strange since you did not know about vampires two days ago, for you to have this job, but you had no other choice. It was this or nothing. At least that was what the authorities told you. You on the other hand had a feeling that the man who was responsible for you as a newcomer just had a really bad day or despreatly needed someone for the job. Either way he had been pretty rude to you and you were way too scared of him to decline the job and ask for another. Same for your apartment. You were living in one of the dangerous areas in the zone. Yes even a place full of vampires has crime zones. On the other hand you always wonder if they are really that bad, you meant they were suppose to life in peace with the red bloods, you learned they call humans like this and the black bloods, the vampires do not necessary need to kill the humans to drink, so were they maybe not even better than humans, who always kill what they eat? Still you had to admit you were scared of them, but you wanted to try your best to be open minded. At the moment you were walking through the zone with Mimiko another Compromiser. She had been the one to tell you in what a dangerous place you were supposed to life and was freaked out about it. Now she was trying to get you another appartment. Until now you had not even been to the apartment because you were at agency all day and all night. Suddenly your phone rings. "He-hello?" you shyly ask. " Hello Miss (l/n) I am more than happy to tell you that from now on you will work for Mister Clock in your duty as a compromiser. He is one of the highest authorities of the special zone, so I would advise you to take this seriously. There is no place for failure. He is a royal 800-year-old black blood so you better know your place. Have I made myself clear? " "y-yes S-sir" He is still sounding angry and cloud. " I have sent you the address, your working hours begin in about an hour. Good evening." "Who was that?" Mimiko asks curiously. "Th-they told me who I am suppose t-to work for ..." You answer quietly. "Who is it?" "Clock?" you try to pronounce the strange name. Was this even Japanese? "Zelma Clock?! They can't be serious. To let a new one work for this man?!" You get scared: " Is ..is he that bad?" "Well" Mimiko sweet dropped : " That is hard to say. He certainly is strange and you never know what he is up to. He has morals who are not on par with the other leaders of the special zone on the other side he saved Kotaro, a young vampire boy, for quite some times...I am not sure, honestly. Just try to stay at his good side I guess. If this is somehow possible..." You gulp. "I -I have to be there in an hour... I..I would love to take a shower before that..and if possible finally eat something..."

In the end you took a shower at Mimikos apartment and got some work clothes from her, because yours was too far away...you were thankful you had have spare underwear in you bag. Everything else was already sent to your new apartment. The clothes are a bit to large for you, since you are pretty small but what were you supposed to do. You were wearing your own for days by now. For some food you had just enough time to eat a piece of bread Mimiko gave you while you ran out of the door trying to catch the bus. Mimiko wanted to bring you to your new work place but she did not get to the bus on time. Now you are not even sure if you are at the right place but the address seemed to be correct. You bit down on your last piece of bread. The mansion before you is huge. You mean really huge. Is this really the right place? What if not? Even if it is the right place, what are you supposed to say? Do? The man just told you in a few words what your job is about and what you have to do...had you done anything to anger him? ...Well here goes nothing..you have to knock or you are late on your first day. With a shaking hand you knock at the door and nearly jump away as the door opens. A woman a few years older than you is standing before you. She looks like an professional. She is wearing glasses and is eyeing you up. You do not know what to do, so you bow lightly:" G ..Good evening, Miss....I...I think I am supposed to work here..from ..from today on..my my name is (y/n) (L/n) ..it ..is a pleasure ..to ..to meat you, Madame." "Yes, you are. My name is Sayuka Shiramine . I am the personal Assistent of Zelma-sama. Tell me a bit about yourself. We are now going to Zelma-samas, he is waiting to meet the new compromiser. Since the other leaders decided everyone of the leaders should have one working as their personal compromiser, we have had plenty here. They never seem to be able to handle the job. I really hope you will be doing a better job." You shiver...this could only go wrong and even worse your lack of sleep since days is taking its affect on you. Somehow your mind feels muffled and slow, a bit blurry too. "Y-yes Ma'm" you utter keeping your head down and flowing her as fast as you can. How can she walk so fast on this high-heels?! She stops in front of a door and waits for you. You quicken your steps even more, hoping she is not already annoyed with you. If you just were not so tired and dizzy.

"Zelma-sama? The new compromiser is here." Suddenly the candles in the room begin to burn. You nearly jumped because of that and your heart is beating way too fast. On a coach is siting a young looking man. He has beautiful red hair and arresting red eyes. His whole being is angel like. His hair is falling messily in his face a bit over his eyes. He is wearing a black jeans and a white shirt, which is left open a bit. You are feeling like he is able to see directly into your soul and who knows maybe he really is able to do this. Finally you mange to get away from his eyes and to look at the ground. You are not sure if it's your place to speak, so you stay quiet. Suddenly a hand gently grabs your chin and makes you look up. "Hello there, Missy~ I must say, this time they send quite a young one. Oh she is scared how cute, still stop it! It will get annoying." You just nod weakly and try to control your breathing. "Sooo? What is your name little missy? I must say you are quiet a bit younger than the ones they normally send." He is still making you look up in his eyes and you have a hard time not to tremble. "(y-y/n) (l-l/n), Sir." "Heh? You are really shy are you not, little miss?" You blush and would love to disappear into thin air. At the next moment a wave of dizziness hits you and you wobble. Suddenly there is an arm around your waist: " Careful there~" "Zelma-sama she looks awfully tired. As far as I am informed, she just arrived in the special zone two days ago. When I first came here I had to wait two whole days at agencies. It is possible that she has not been sleeping since days." " You are right Sayuka, this one is tired, she is so wearily she would just fall over if I let go." Zelma added. You want to say something, stand on your own, but your body is just not listening. You feel like a dead puppet. "I wonder" You heard your new boss speak " Have I really gone through so many of their compromisers that they sent her just after arriving to work? Even more sent someone who had no idea of the true special zone or vampires to work for an old black blood and one of the leaders of the special zone? They are really slacking of." "I...I ..am sorry..." You finally manage to say and you even try to stand on your own but the arm holding you is not leaving. "My, my such a stubborn red blood you are. Sayuka I think this one will be interesting. She shall sleep here for the night." Suddenly you lose the ground under your feet and feel something warm. Everything is blurry, and you feel like you are moving. Then there is something soft under you and a blanket is put over you. A hand strokes over your eyes, closing them and the last thing you hear is "Sleep now. When you wake up we will see how you are handling your job. I hope you won't disappoint me, but for now, do not worry and sleep~"

You woke up to something warm touching your forehead. You kind of feel safe, so you slowly open your eyes. Zelman is leaning over you. His gaze is directed at you:" So the sleeping beauty woke up? How are you feeling?" You are a bit confused. What happened? Where are you? You just cannot remember..."I..." you need a moment to find the right words. Still clearly sleepy. " I think I am fine...I guess...." You hear Zelman laugh lightly:" You are still this sleepy? You have slept trough the whole night and the next day, Missy" Now you remember. You had been supposed to work for him at this night, for the first time that is, but you were so tired you nearly fainted...You've really messed up...." I-I am so sorry.." you hurry to apologize. " It is alright. You have done nothing wrong, you humans cannot stay at your feet for so long without sleep and the person who sent you here in the first place should have known that. I would not have had a problem with you starting you work here a few days later. As for that, you are free for the night and the next day. You will start working for me the day after tomorrow." Finally, you realize how close he is to you and that there is still his hand at you forehead and you blush. He chuckles a bit. "Is my new compromiser really this innocent? At least it seems you are not fearing me as much as the last time, this is good." "I- I am sorry, Sir" "Stop apologizing it is getting annoying" he lightly snapped at you. You close your eyes in fear. "Open your eyes" he sighs he sound disinterested but not so cold anymore. You open your eyes again and nearly apologize again but you can stop it at the last second. " Are you scared of vampires, little miss?" "I do not really know" You are quiet proud of speaking a full sentence without stammering. " What do you mean you do not know?" "I-I have not meat so many of them to know w-what they are like...of course I have heard stories a-about black bloods...bu-but you ne-ner know if they a-are true. Also I suppose that everyone is different it would not really make sense to be scared of an whole species, Zelman-sama" " I see, you really are an interesting one." He stood up:" For today you are free to go home, I do not want to see you here before the evening of the day after tomorrow, got that Missy?" "Ye-es Sir, thank-you, Zelman-sama." He smirks " Be here at eight in the evening." "Of course, Zelman-sama." he leaves soon after this and you decide to get up and go to your new home for the first time. On your way you call Mimiko. She is really happy to hear from you, she was worried sick for you until she went to Zelma and asked at the door, if they had any clue were you could be. You apologize professionally to her, you did not mean to make her worry but it touches you that she cares so much for you, without even really knowing you.

You somehow make it to your apartment. It really was not the best. It was small, pretty cold and your neighbours scared you. The first thing they did was calling you a slut. You had hurried to get in and now were laying on your mattress since you still needed to build everything up. You are just lucky that you found an open grocery store at your way home and were now eating an apple and an orange, since you also needed to build everything up in the kitchen. At least you had some bread for tomorrow. You sigh and go to work. After around 8 hours you are finally finished with everything and at the end of your strength. You decide to take a shower but the water is ice cold. Shivering you hide yourself under your blanket. Now it is day but still you should sleep a bit you had to get into a rhythm were you were awake at night it seems.

Now you are standing again in front of this door, again you knock with trembling hands. You are too late. Why? Some guys decided to still your bag and you had no money for the bus anymore. At least you had the keys to your apartment and your phone in the pocket of your jacket. Sayuka opens the door and does not seem to be amused: "I..am sorry Madame..I did not mean to be this late.." She just nodded: " This won't repeat itself." "Of course Ma'm" She brings you to a large double door, you two enter and you find Zelman sitting on a coach the coach again. "You are late Missy." "I-I terribly sorry Sir. This will not happen again" You bow. " It better not" he says in a cold way. "Your first task of today will be to buy new coke for me after that you will assist Sayuka. There are no meetings today. Sayuka, will give you money. Now get busy." "Yes, Zelman-sama"

You got lost on your way to the store and at the end he was angry at you for taking so long. You did not dare to tell him you got lost. After that you were so scared of doing another mistake that you totally messed up while helping Sayuka. You are walking now back home, your head hanging down. What a great start. To make matters worse, you would not be able to get some sleep because you had to go to the agency to report your identification as a compromiser as stolen. The man at the agency was pretty angry at you shouting at you calling you useless. On your way back to the apartment you had gotten money from the bank and bought some more food. Then someone bumped into you with a bicycle and you hurt your left leg and right arm. When you arrived at your appartment you could have just cried for the next hours, but you had to go to work soon, so you took a shower, dressed your wounds as good as you could and put on your working clothes. This time you stand for the door in time but to your great surprise not Sayuka or one of the maids opens the door but Zelman: " You are coming with me, tonight." Is all he says and you just utter a quiet: " Yes Sir " and follow him. He is not saying a word for quiet some time and you follow him just as quietly and desperately try to learn the way. After some time you arrive at a river and he just sits down in the grass and motions for you to take a seat too. Suddenly he grabs your wounded arm and pulls up your sleeves. "Walking around by night and coming near a vampire with bleeding wounds...are you an idiot or do you just not care about your life?" He sounds angry. You are not able to answer him. You need all your strength to not start to cry. To your great surprise he gently takes of the bandages and makes them new, better than the work you had done. After he finished your arm he tends to your leg. He seems to know exactly where the wounds are. " Geez, you are troublesome. You are really helpless are you not? The ones before you were not getting in so much trouble all the time and now there is you, getting hurt because someone runs you over with a bicycle, get your bag stolen, manage to get an apartment at the worst place of the whole special zone. What are you a magnet to danger? I am surprised you have not become someone’s food by now." He knows all that. You are confused. How can he know? " I..am ..sorry .." " I have already told you stop apologizing all the time!" "I -am sorry" You bit down on your lip but to your astonishment he begins to laugh and ruffles your hair. "You know, you are not half-bad. The ones before you were all after my body or my reposition. Also they always made up excuses for their mistakes, you on the other hand had pretty good reasons for your mistakes, but never used them, you always took the blame and tried again, you are quite the fighter. Still this does not mean that you should take the responsibility for things you cannot change, or that I think good of it when you do not ask for help if you need it." He makes you look at him." You know you work for me this means I am responsible for you, this means also for your well being." He gently strokes your cheek and you cannot fitgh a blush" I look after my people, got that Missy? You have a really kind heard (y/n) it is clearly written all over your eyes. I do not like the idea of you loosing it to this cruel world. All I ask from you to do is always be honest with me and to do your best, can you do this?" You nodded you had not been expecting this. "I'll try my best." "Good girl, now come here and stop holding back your tears I know they are there since you stood in front of the door this evening." Suddenly he pulls you into his chest and gently pads you head. You feel like a little girl but somehow you cannot stop the tears anymore and start to tell him everything between sobs. He just listens. You even tell him that you just went to the special zone because your father and uncle were parts of the mafia and wanted you to take on their part and you did not want to and your only way to flee had been to go all alone to the special zone, knowing you would not be reachable for them there. You were not like your father and uncle you hated it to hurt people, you could not take over from them. Also you would have been forced to marry an much older man than you, who you did not even really know and who had treated you horrible at your first meeting. He had even hit you as you sadly talk without your fathers permission. After you finished he just smiles lightly at you stroking back your tears: " Now, was this that hard. It felt good to finally tell someone, heh ? I had Sayuka check up on you and your life and I had to say I was surprised when I first met you, You are certainly not like the child of an mafia boss. Do not worry no-one will hear from this. Also a child should not be punished for its fathers crimes. You apologize so often and never complain or ask for help since this is how you survived until now, is it not? Well now you will have to learn something different. " "Zelm-" "Shh..for now...from today on you will life at my mansion, that is an order. I will sent someone to pick your stuff up later on. Working for me will come with some rules for you: You can wear what ever you like but it should look professional at meetings and your working hours, when I call for you, you come, no matter the hour, if you leave the property at night you have to ask for my permission. It can be dangerous out in the special zone at night I always want to know were you are going at these hours." You nodded again " Oh and one more thing never let yourself bite from another vampire, I do not like it when someone comes to near to my things. You are mine" He whispers into your ear and then lightly kisses you neck. You shiver and get pretty red. He just chuckles and pulls you closer to him, putting his head on yours. "Do not worry since no one ever really watched over you and gave you the feeling to be looked after I will do that from today on. Common stop crying, there is no more need to cry" he strikes back your tears again and gently begins to rock you back and forth. "Why...why do you do this ..f-for me...Zelman-sama?" Why is he so nice to you, even after you messed up every single task he had given you ... "Now, now stop to worry so much. By the way, you again have not gotten any sleep, have you? See this is why I look after you from now on." You remind him somehow of Kotaro and also he kind of likes you and your kind character. "come now" he pulls you up with him putting an arm over your shoulder after this "Let us get some coke for us two. I want to visit some people and it will help you stay awake. In the day you will have all the time to sleep. Before I forget it, you know the name of the man at the agency of threated you that badly?" You nod but do not give him the name: " You are funny, trying to protect this idiot even after he put you in danger and was one of the reasons you cried so much. Give me his name, I promise I will not hurt him in anyway. I just want to tell his superiors of it and make clear that from today on you will be my compromiser yes, but you will only have to follow my orders and only work for me, not the company." You give him the name and he again patts you head. You had to admit you like the feeling and from his smirk you are sure he knows that quiet well.

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You took a deep breath in then you were pushed on the stage. There were nobles many nobles starring at you. Their eyes were scaring you. Their greedy and disgusted eyes..they look at you like you were trash not even with the worth of an animal. Insecure you tried to pull your way too short clothes down, with were doing a poorly job in hiding your body. No wonder they were worn out so much and thin. "Hey you look up, stupid slave!" the man who was trying to sell you screamed at you, but that made you even more scared, you were terrified and did not dare to look up. Suddenly a wipe hit your body but you keep quiet even through the pain of more hits. You would not do him the favour of screaming, yes you were scared, but the only thing you got left was your pride. You had lost everything else ...even you freedom. You felt blood run down your arms, when suddenly the whipping stopped. What was going on? "You really must be an idiot, why do you suppose it would make your chances of someone buying her get higher when you hurt her?" the voice speaking was ice cold and maybe a little bit high, but definitely annoyed. " Maybe I should use this wipe to get some intelligence in your head? That would be fun, what do you say?" "My, pr-prince...I ..am sorry ..I was not thinking.." "Yes, you were clearly not." Did he just say prince?! "How much?" heh? What was going on. "Prince Kouha? You...you would like to b-buy her?" He wanted to buy you?! Now you were more than confused, you were the last slave on the stage..all the others were already sold, because they were prettier or stronger then you or maybe because they seemed to be more fun because they looked up, but you, you were never sold, not that you wanted anyway...you wanted to be free, but there was no chance to that, so you were just hoping to be bought by someone who would not treat you horribly. "Yes, I want to buy her, so stop wasting my time, how much do you want for her?" "My prince, just take her as yours, she is a gift." " Well than thank-you" you gulped still not daring to get up or look up " The show is over, they are all sold. Go back to your work, so we can be proud of our strong kingdom." You heard the people leave, some mumbling about how strange it was to see a prince outside of the palace. Suddenly there was a hand on your chin and you flinched afraid to be hurt again, but the hand just gently took hold of your chin again another hand carefully stroking your cheek. "Calm down, I will not hurt you." He made you look up and you were met with two somehow pink eyes gazing at you. The pink eyes fitted to the pink long hair but that was not what was making it hard for you to breath, it was the smile he was giving you and the way he looked at you. His eyes were warm and caring. It seemed like ages that anyone had look at you like this, smiled at you. You knew you had to say something, but you were just so confused. "You are not one for much words, heh? Do not worry, I will take care of that. I am Kouha Ren the third prince of Kou and from today on you will work for me. May you give me your name? Or should I rather choose one for you?" "(y-y/n)....my name is (y/n), my prince" "So you can talk!" he laughed and you blushed, his laugh was beautiful. "Well then, (y/n) let us go." He took hold of your arm, but not in a way that would hurt you and made you stand up with him. Just now you realised that he had kneeled for you! A prince kneeling to talk to a mere slave.... You left the stage and a few people joined you, he told you their names and you tried to remember them. "Oh, she looks cute!" you heard one of the women with him whisper and blushed professionally. "Still she looks so sad...Master Kouha will she become one of us?" "yes she will" he answered enthusiastically and to your surprise gently squeezed the arm he was holding you at lightly, as if he wanted to assure you. You were so confused...You head heard that the prince would be a maniac and you had expected that a prince would slaves not even spare a gaze, but he saved you from the man and was really nice to you and everyone seemed to like him more then like, they were looking up to him, was this the way a king should be seen? You took a deep breath, catching Kouhas attention:" I....I" he looked at you and somehow you were drowning in this eyes and losing your words, you had always been shy, and even more afraid because of what you experienced as a slave, but this young man and his eyes were too much for you. He crooked his head a bit smiling at you: " Keep going, you can do that, I know you can" He was encouraging you? " I..thank-you for making this men stop, my prince." You talk so fast, you were sure it sounded weirdly but he just chuckled lightly " See, you can do it, you just need to practice and (y/n)" he patted your head making you blush even more" You are really welcome"

You came to the palace and you were awestricken, it was so huge and beautiful. " I see you like it, that is good. This is you new home, (y/n)." you were surprised that he was calling you by your name. All you had been called since you became a slave had been slave, woman and names. "Prince..Kouha.." you mumbled confused. The prince was still holding you by your arm. " It had been a long day everyone, get some rest oh and be so kind and tell my maids that they can take this evening of, I do not need their assistance today, have a good night everyone." "You too Master" they all answered. To your surprise Kouha still held your arm. You had expected that one of the servants would take you to a place to sleep or something like this, but he made you stay. "Come with me, oh and before you get scared or anything I am not planning on doing anything to you, at least nothing you do not want me to do" he smirked and you blushed again. "They are right, you are cute" he chuckled and took you with him. "This is my room, here sit down." He made you sit on his bed then went into a room next door and came back with a bowl of water and a cloth. "We need to get that nasty wounds of your clean. He gently began to wash your arms "My..my prince..there is no need for you to do this... I ..can do ..this ..I do not want to be a burden ..I" "Hush, now. You are not a burden, I want to take care of you. You know, they cast us out because we are different, I am lucky I have my brothers to look after me and care for me and my sisters, since you have no ne to take care of you, I will do this from now on. Keep your head up, train and practice and show everyone what you are. I take care of the people working for me got that (y/n)" you nodded and a single tear found its way down your cheek. "Now, now, do not cry." He was finished with taking care of your arms and was now slowly lifting the close at your back still you felt not bad or afraid, you somehow knew it was okay, okay since it was him. " I wish I had been a bit early at the stage to see and stop him, I am impressed you kept quiet. Your back....that must hurt quiet a lot... wait a moment I get some bandages and some medizing" With out waiting for you response he jumped up and was gone, only to be back a few minutes later. "Sorry, but you have to take your shirt of, so that I can clean and bandage your back in the right way..I will just look at your back, I promise" Was the prince blushing?! You nodded insecure and took of your shirt, keeping your arms shyly in front of your breasts. Kouha continued his work and you felt much better with every minute. " So, all finished. Wait! You cannot put on that dirty clothes again!" but you had nothing else....suddenly there were clothes, really soft and beautiful, and expensive looking clothes in your arms " Here, take these. I know they are for men and probably a bit too big, but I will get you fitting clothes by tomorrow, still keep this, they are warm and soft, keep them for nights when you get could or something, okay~" "My, prince..that is too much ...I " "It is fine, go next door and wash the rest of your body, I did not take care of and change then. " You nodded and stood up, you were really tired by now. Still you managed to bow" Thank-you so much, Master Kouha" you did as you were told and came back. " Come here" he had changed in more comfy clothes too and you realised they were like the ones you were wearing. He had giving you his clothes, that explained way they smelled so much like him . "Come, here, we both need rest, especially you. " " Master Kouha..?" Did he mean you slept in his room..? "For tonight you stay here, tomorrow I show you your chamber, but for now you stay with me. The palace is huge and must be scary for you with all the people and everything being new. People would talk if I stayed at your chamber, but you staying here is perfectly fine, so come lay down and get some rest. Tomorrow you will start your work as my personal maid. The last one is becoming quiet old, still I like the old lady, but she should not be working so much anymore she will help you learn and help out, but I do not want to overwork her, also she is always so strict with me!" He whined making you chuckle " You laughed !" he beamed and to your great surprise hugged you. You were so confused " Now, now, d not cry...you look much more beautiful when you laugh" He laid down with you still in his arms, pulling the covers over you two. You were a bit insecure because he was so close, but you felt so safe in his arms that you fell asleep to him stroking your hair. The next morning you woke up and saw that Kouha, was gazing down at you:" Good, morning (y/n), have you slept well?" "G-good morning my pri-ince, yes I..I" it was just two much, his gaze, the fact that he was this close and that you had slept in his arms. You did not know how to form a complete sentence anymore and embarrassed hid your face behind your hands. You heard Kouha chuckle lightly: " This will be sooo much fun!" He laughed and seemed really happy about it. He kind of reminded you of a young child, but you really liked that. "Come we both have to go now, before my other maids come and get jealous of you" He made you stand up "je-jelous?" He laughed than sigh over dramatic "You will learn soon enough" He took you by your hand and you two began wondering around the palace yet you met no one just a few guards walking around in the far, it was still really early. "This is your room. See there are clothes for you and all. I make sure that one of the others gets you and takes you to breakfast and gives you a tour, after that I want you to come to my room and assist me if needed, okay ?" You nodded and he again patted your head making you blush "Oh, so you like that" he stroke over your head again "You are like a cat! I like that! Does that mean I can punish you with water? But wait...water is boring. Well as long as you do not mess up there is no need for that" and with that he was off.

After breakfast and a long tour with an really nice maid, you hoped you would become friends you were on your way to Kouhas room but you were stopped because a guard stepped in your way: "Hello there~" He slurred. Was he drunk?! You were quite sure guards were not supposed to be drunk while on duty. "Excuse me please, I have attend to my masters wishes" you tried to get past him but he grabbed you wrist and in the next moment you were pinned against a wall "Hey little lady, not so fast, I am not done talking to you." You tried to get free but that ended just with him slapping you. Should you try to scream? But what if soldiers here were allowed to do these things..." Please... let me go..." "Oh no doll, we will have some fun." He began to let his arms wander around your body, but suddenly he was junked away from you and the next thing you saw, was how he was cut into two halfs by a Kouha who smiled like a maniac. His eyes, was that blood lust? "Haha, that fit you right for daring to touch my dear (y/n) with your filthy hands and also for coming close with that dam priests, haha!" Your knees gave up, you were in a state of shock, because of the man, because of his actions, because of his sudden death and because of Kouha still having this blood lust in his eyes...would he hurt you too because you had caused trouble. Kouha turned to look at you and to your surprise, the second he saw your state his whole behaviour changed. His smile got gently and caring, his eyes warm and soft and he put the sword away after getting rid of the blood, then he whistled and two man came and took the body away, while he took careful slow steps in your direction: "(y/n)-chan? Hey, there" he cooed softly like he was speaking to a child "Are you hurt? Did that man hurt you?" he kneeled down to your level and stroke your cheek "It is okay, he will not hurt you anymore, calm down." He hugged you and pulled you close and you realized you started to cry. You had been so scared. "Shh...hush now.."he suddenly stood up, holding you bride style and carried you to your room. He sat you down on your bed and waited for you to calm down. "your okay now?" he gently asked and as you nodded he out of nowhere slept you, not so hard that it would cause serious damage but enough to hurt: "why the hell did you not even try to scream for help?! In the palace are a lot people someone who would be able to help would have heard you! Seriously do you even realise what could have happened when I had not decided to check up on you and were searching for you!" His look was strict and reprehensive. Then he sighed:" You are quite troublesome, heh?" "I..I am sor-ry my prince" a tear rolled down your cheek, was he still angry at you? You did not want to be a burden and you were a bit scared of him, because he enjoyed killing that man. You did not realised you trembled badly until you found yourself in two strong arms. Kouhas head placed on yours and him gently stroking your hair, not saying a word just doing that. "Listen now, (y/n). You do not need to be afraid. Might I punish you with reasons, yes I might do that, but I have no intention of hurting you badly or killing you, even less cutting you in half, okay? Yes, I do enjoy fighting and yes also killing, but I only kill the people attacking me or being a danger to my people or people I like, or people who earned it because of what they have done. If it makes you feel any better, definitely earned it. We just found proof that he was working with an organisation which wants to damage Kou in great ways and he was using his power as a soldier to hurt many women even children and even killed some of them. We would have him sentence to death by the evening anyway. We just had planned to ask him a few questions now that I think about it....oh Kouen-nii will be angry at me, well I will survive, I hope " He was laughing now and you were looking at him, less scared, somehow you felt quirt save in his arms:" Thank-you, master Kouha for everything" he just patted your head then chuckled "I must say the last time you were this close to me, you were more flustered about it" just then you realised your situation and blushed madly " I...I...I am..." you tried to back away but he was not having that: " Nope, my reward for saving you yet again is that I get to cuddle with you !" he exclaimed and just hugged you tighter pulling you to his chest " You know you are really cute, I look forward to see you every day" Suddenly he kissed you forehead then began to stroke your hair "Do not worry I take care of you."

10th Doctor imagine- 10th Doctor x reader Backstage

@evanfan96

So, this is the first 10th Doctor imagine I have written so I hope I did not mess it up. I know it is a bit short. I did not like the idea of putting too much other content in the storyline because it was not in the request. I really hope you enjoy this ^^ Here is the original request: “I have a request for Doctor Who!! The reader is American and is dating the Doctor (10). She’s also in a well known band. She travels a lot with the Doctor and tours a lot with her band. The reader and her band is doing a show and the Doctor comes to it without saying anything. The reader is lead vocalist and they perform the song, ‘Hit That’ by The Offspring. The reader is surprised to see the Doctor after the show and he tells her he liked the show and they just discuss it. “ As always I do not own Doctor Who please support the show when you like this. Have fun ^-^ You were standing backstage and took a deep breath. It was not your first show no, still you were nervous. It was funny, your band was already well known, and you were used to be on tour and on the stage, still you were nervous every time. Business was rough in America for musicians always has been and you love your fans dearly and always want to perform your best for them. It was hilarious that a show was the reason your hands trembled when you had fought against Daleks, side   by side with this wonderful man. With him at your sight the world could change places and you would still feel save as long as he was there. Sadly, he was not here at this moment, it was okay you knew he was always really busy and even if he was you boyfriend, which you still could not really believe. You must be the luckiest girl in the universe, there were still so many people and worlds he had to keep save. Probably he is not even aware you have this concert in this city tonight. It is your biggest concert so far and for this special event you decided to you would sing your favourite song of your favourite band at the end of it to party with the crowd. You took one last deep breath and stepped out. It was strange you suddenly felt as if eyes were watching you, well of course there were. In front of you was a whole station full of people cheering for you, yet you felt this special eyes on you, but this could not be, you must be imagining things. Nevertheless, you felt calm, more than calm. You smiled and began to dance slowly as your drummer began to start the first song. Things went well. You were smiling laughing and the crowed was cheering, dancing, jumping and smiling so bright it was like looking into the universe itself seeing the stars. He would surely love this, would he not? Oh how you wished he would be there. It was time for your last song and you jumped into the air when the first tune of “Hit that” from the Offsprings flew through the crowed. After the concert you were exhausted but happy, still you were missing him. You loved to tour with your band, but it was nearly unbearable to be away from him. Hell you did not even now if he was in the same galaxy, the same century. You sighed …you wanted him to be here… “ Well hello there” how …you must be hallucinating, that could not be .. “ You know I really liked you here singing that last song? I mean I always love hearing you sing and I love your own songs, but you were having so much fun out there and I know it is your favourite, so of course you were happy to perform it. The song is great I think that too but I have never heard it like that. Not even as you sang it in the Tardis one night as you thought I would still be outside. Today you were so in your element it was like a wave catching everyone out there.  They were all dancing you now?” He rambled on still standing behind you but you finally managed to turn around and there he was, standing behind you leaning at the stage door, like it was completely normal that he was there and somehow managed to get backstage. “D-Doctor..?” You were smiling brightly now, yet you felt like beginning to cry. He was there..he was really there .. “Hello my dear, you were absolutely brilliant out there.” He stepped a bit closer and in the next second you were in his arms. “You were brilliant, simply brilliant” “How -how did you know?” He shrugged: “ I have my ways. Also what a waste would it be to be able to travel through time and space, if I were not able to attend to the concert of the woman I love?” He smiled at you than kissed your forehead, but you were not having that and kissed his lips making him smirk into the kiss. “Soooo, how about you introduce me to your band? I would love to meet them!”

Imagine being like a little sister for Sherlock Sherlock x sister like reader

 I do not own Sherlock, this is just a fanart and I do not make any money with it. All rights go to the rightful owner.

Also I am not a native so please do not be to hard on me for  mistakes.^^’‘ This fanfiction is not about love. It is more about the protectivnis of Sherlock for a little sister

a lot of fluff, self consciousness, angst

Enjoy ^-^ This story plays after the 4th season. John and Sherlock decided that John and Rosie should life in the Baker-street together. Sherlock thought it would be better for John who was still suffering from losing Marry and he also actually liked to have Rosie around him, not that he would ever admit that in front of anyone except for small little Rosie, yet everyone somehow already figured it out and just smiled silently about the detective. John on the other hand thought it would be better for Sherlock to not life alone and even if he did not want to really say it out loud he knew deep down the he just know needed a true friend by his side and his best friend was without any doubt Sherlock Holmes. Also Rosie loves Sherlock and Misses Hudson became like a Grandmother to her. Oh and do not forget about the third person living in Bakerstreet 221B (y/n) (l/n). She was a young university student and Rosie's Babysitter. How she came to live with the three of them? At first she was simply Rosie's Babysitter, but then her friend she lived with in a small cheap apartment close to the university had to change her place of study because of her fathers wishes. (y/n) was not able to pay the bills on her own and was desperately searching for a new place, but finding a not too expensive place became an unmanageable task.  Then one day John asked her again to watch over Rosie and despite her stress and problems she could not say no to the man looking pleadingly at her. It was late at night Rosie was fast asleep and you were trying hard to stay awake in front of your computer, currently writing yet another message in hopes of getting a place to stay. Your time was running short and you began to feel helpless. Tears started to sting in your eyes, as suddenly your laptop was closed . You jumped and nearly screamed but Sherlock had put a hand on your lips: “ We do not want to wake up Rosie, do we?  I am sorry for scaring you, dear.” he let go of you and you took a deep breath still a bit straddled but now getting calmer knowing it was him. He always had something about him that calmed you. You smiled sheepishly at  him, a little embarrassed to get scared so easily and not noticing him beforehand. He just looked at you and for a short second you thought he looked worried, but you must have imagined that. Sherlock never looked worried at people except for very few very special people and you surely were not one of them. You were still surprised you were even worth his attention. “Oh (y/n) you are still awake? You know you could sleep on the sofa or take the bed in the spare room.” Yes, the apartment had more rooms than it would seem. There were John's, Sherlock's, Rosie's, the main room, the kitchen, the bath and the spare room.  “Well, yeah..” you laughed silently but it sounded hollow to you . You did not want to bother them with your problem so ..“ I still had some work from university I..” “Liar” Sherlock interrupted you looking not very pleased with you. It was hard to stand against his gaze so you averted your eyes and looked down. “She is desperately looking for a place to life, since her friend is leaving the apartment and probably even the university” Sherlock explained for John. “How do you..” said man started and Sherlock rolled his eyes: “ It is obvious really. The fact that something is wrong was evident since you asked her yesterday. She immediately excepted. Normally she would need few minutes to ask  her friend if she was okay with it, because they only have one key, since she lost hers  a few days ago when she came here, meaning they would have to match their plans. Could be vacation but it is  the end of the term and the exams should start the next few days, no student goes for a break so close to the exams, so something has changed. When she arrived here her whole body was tensed and her smile was clearly forced, even you noticed it John, you mentioned to me you were worried about her, when we got the cab. Also she was clinking to her apartment key for her dear life. She has long left her apartment but instead of putting it in her bag she  held it all the time. My line of thoughts was confirmed when I found her just a minute ago with tears close to spill in her  eyes and  shaking hands in front of a page with many apartments. The only question is..” he looked at you again “Why did you not ask for help? I know you have not a really close relationship to your parents. You talk with love and admiration about everyone in your life, but you only talk about your parents when you are asked about it and even then you only give short neutral answers. Also they are quite distant and strict towards you. You were utterly confused when you saw first how John behaves towards Rosie. He is a really caring dad and Rosie loves to cuddle a lot. There was something sad in your eyes, also you were constantly afraid to make mistakes in our eyes and make us angry, more than people would normally worry about it. Could also have been a abusive or short tempered boyfriend but you did not lie when you answered Misses Hudsons Questions, saying you never had a boyfriend, also I never found you in physical harm. Your roommate also could not be the reason, you love her dearly. So for a behavior this strong with out a recent trauma, it must be a behavior learned on from a young age, so probably parents. Which fits with you never talking about them. This out of the way, the true question is, why did you not ask us for help? John is quite thankful for your work and made it clear to you he would be happy to help you out if there would ever be the need, still you just lied to us. If you asked me, you stupidly believed it would be wrong to bother us, but if you need help you should take every help you can get especially if someone already told you he would gladly help you.” When Sherlock finished you felt exposed and like an total idiot but on the same time you knew he was right. Also it really surprised you how much he had watched over you. You had always thought he would see you as unimportant and would ignore you, seeing he usually does not really talk to you, or spare you more than a glance. “ I...I am sorry...You are right..I really need a place to stay...and I am going out of options...” “Say John, do you feel like we really need a spare room?” Sherlock then asked to your grate confusion. “You mean...” John started and then understood” of course she can live here. Rosie would love it and I think she would be a joy to have around and Misses Hudson surely is not against it she  really likes (y/n).” “The bill is not even expensive when we share it through two, with three people it would be more than affordable for you. I hope you have nothing against violins. You should already be used to my experiments.” Sherlock finished. So this was how you ended up living with Sherlock, Rosie and John. One weekend John and Rosie went to visit Johns parents leaving you and Sherlock alone in the flat. You were sitting on the table in the main room and working on a exam while Sherlock was playing the violin. You were already exhausted but you felt like you were not doing any good and still needed to do way too much to stop for now even when you still had some days time ahead of you. You never had much self-confidence but this exam and the always shouting professor of the class were getting the worst of you. One day he had picked you out of the mass of students and made you feel like a complete idiot in front of everyone asking you question you never heard or knew the answer of . Before that, you thought you could manage this class but since that day you just found you failing over and over at the exercises and could not find yourself able to follow the lessons. To even worsen your situation, the exam you had to finish was quite important and you were scared to mess it up. Still you had not talked about it. Not even with John who was looking after you like you were a younger sister or a second daughter, neither did you talk to Sherlock even when you got his look that said 'There is clearly something wrong with you talk to us. Sherlock would never say it out loud but he was looking after you just like John. In his own special way Sherlock look after you like you were a little sister to him. That went so far that even Mycroft   started to watch over you. Yet, you never realized that the Holmes brothers especially Sherlock cared about you. You liked both of them very much, but you were too self conscious to think these two genius could care about a simple girl like you. You thought Sherlock took you in, because it would make things easier for John and Rosie and the bill for everyone shorter and that he talked to you because you were simply there, same going for Mycroft. Of course the two brothers noticed, but being them they found it hard to show you how important you have become for them in the last months. You sighed frustrated as you read the same line for the third time “ You know you should go to sleep, you look awfully tired, young lady” Sherlock spoke up. “I..” you yawned “I just have to get a bit further” Sherlock rolled his eyes “ and you believe you will be any good in you current state?” He stated the obvious.  “Just a little bit more....” Sherlock said nothing to it and began to play again. After a few seconds you realized it was a lullaby. That clever bastard, you thought. You could see him smirking when you took a look over your shoulder. He knew that you have fallen asleep to him playing this exact song, he had written a few months ago, many times before. Every time you went into the kitchen to get some water after another nightmare, you had quite many because of bad car accident you had to witness a few weeks ago, Sherlock was still awake not saying a word to you but when you went back into your room you heard him play this song. The first time you thought of it as coincidence the detective has the oddest hours to play, but after a few times you realized that that by no chance could be a coincidence anymore. You began to really love the song. It made you feel save and remembered you that he was there, playing. You were not alone, you were save at his watch. He never spoke about it but you somehow just knew the meaning of his song and always fell asleep to it. This fact was making it really hard for you not to fall asleep and before you noticed your head was on the table and you were dozing off. You felt something warm circling around your waist and arms and your eyelashes fluttered but a gentle voice made you close them again “It's just me, you are okay. Sleep you are save” you knew this tone. He uses it for Rosie and also when he ever has to calm the few people he sees as friends. It is a gently tone, gentle caring and protective and you were more than honored when he first used it for you. It was straight after you had seen that terrible accident. You had somehow found your way to the baker-street. You were a trembling mess. Sherlock and Mycroft were playing a party of chess, while everyone else were out for a walk in the park. “Dear God what happened to you,(y/n)?” Mycroft had asked and you remember that you were confused he remembered your name, when your legs gave up on you and you just fell to the ground crying. That day was the first time Sherlock used that tone on you. It was also the first time the detective hugged you. He even carried you to your bed and pulled the blanked over you. You had never seen someone die before. You cared much for other people so that experience haunted you. You were totally overwhelmed. You faintly remember Mycroft and Sherlock talking to you. Getting an idea what had happened and tried to calm you down. Even when John arrived Sherlock did not leave your side. You apologized a day later at the two for having had to deal with you but Sherlock just said it was a completely normal reaction especially for someone your age and Mycroft agreed. “Sherlock” you mumbled “Please I really still need to work on that exam.” “No you will not and there is no need to it for today. I know for a fact that you have several days left to finish it” he lifted you in his arms and began to carry you to your room. You knew you had by now more than lost against the detective but you were too afraid to go to sleep and kept on trying. But when you started to move his grip just got tighter. He was really stronger than one would expect. “Stop fighting a fight you know you have already lost.” he was still using this soft tone knowing it was calming you. He put you down on your bed and to your great surprise sat at the side of your bed. It was already dark in your room. He had turned out the lights and you could see the stars John brought to the ceiling, saying it might calm you when you wake up from a nightmare. You at first felt like a small child, but then you realized you loved it. Your parents never did such things for you, saying you needed to be an adult even when you were still a kid and quite scared of the dark.   A hand began to stroke your head and you froze before giving in to the feeling. It was a nice feeling. It was just strange for Sherlock to act like this. Still you really liked it. Suddenly you felt like you should talk to him about your exam. Like he wants you to talk about it with him. “Sherlock..?” “Mhm, what is bothering you  (y/n)?” you slightly said up and were surprised that Sherlock put an arm around you to support you, his hand gently rubbing your back in  a soothing manner. “ I...I am scared..I...I feel so dump and like a total idiot...I can not pass that exam  Sherlock...I just won't make it..I am scared...I see it ..I still see all this pictures in the night..” you told him everything about the exam, about the bad experience with your professor and about the nightmares and how they stole your sleep. He just listened and when you finished you realized you were crying and you could not stop. You know it was not a life threatening thing you had to deal with, but it still really scared you and stressed you out. Also you had for too long kept silent about it. Sherlock surprised you by pulling you into a hug. You knew he hates hugs, at least he always states it, but he seemed to know that you needed one and was willing to give you the feeling  safety you needed. “Your okay, ….calm down... your alright. Get some sleep. Tomorrow I help you with your exam, what do you say? Also you will see everything gets easier when you have slept a bit. You can do this, dear. You are more than clever enough to do it. You are just self conscious and stressed. Everything is alright. I think I will have to meet your professor and  have a serious talk with him.  Do not worry about the exam. You got this, you will see and I am here for you. This also goes for the nightmares. You can always come to me, even when I am a sleep, I will do my best to calm you and they will get better with time and you talking about the whole thing, so that your head can comprehend everything that has happened. You can also go to John he often said he would feel better when you would come to us when you had another nightmare instead of crying alone in your bed until you cried so long that you need a glass of water and normally  meet me in the main room.” he helped you lay you down “Sleep now...you are save, I watch over you” just before sleep consumed you you managed to mutter “Thank-you Sherlock” and somehow you knew he was smiling.

About Me

Pronouns: She/Her

Approx. Age: Teen

Sexuality: Straight

Fandoms: Life Series, Hermitcraft, ESMP, Warriors (WC)

BOUNDARIES:

I do not approve of any CC (content creator) shipping because 1) it's gross and 2) the CCs (at least most of them) aren't comfortable with that.

Don't be a creep. Like, respect others' boundaries. Don't be creepy and stalk them or anything. That's just weird.

This account is a LGBTQ+ safe zone, so even if you aren't part of the community, like moi, don't be rude if someone is or wants to be. Support them and give them extra love, because you aren't better than them just because you're cisgender or straight.

Be nice to people, at least on this account.

My Fanfictions and Where to Find Them:

The Moon Theory - Wattpad

Hermitcats - AO3

Rest Well, My Little Ember - AO3

Why Are YOU Up at... 12 AM? - AO3

Learning to Be Loved (With a Side of Anxiety and Panic Attacks) - AO3

Falling Head Over Heels for a Man in Wheels - AO3

Yeah, some I left out... (read them if you want super cringy stories I will never finish nor mention).

My Favorite Ships:

PearlTek (Pearlescentmoon x TangoTek)

ScarTay (GTWScar x Geminitay)

Cletho (ZombieCleo x Ethoslab)

Jaycinder (Jayfeather x Cinderheart)

People You Should Follow 'Cause They're Awesome:

@jadedsundragon

@simpleangrytoaster

@xmaruu11

@kitsuneisi

@daily-life-series-or-hermit

@icepopcider

@sethrobins-189

I Made a Cover for a Fanfic

Well... it's a fanfic... of a fanfic.... that hasn't even been created yet.....

ANYWAYS, now y'all (meaning the 3 people that actually looks at my blog) can ship me with someone! XD

Remember, this isn't an actual relationship. Don't make it weird or creepy.

TBF, me and the guy I'm being shipped with started this ship XD

I need more-

Gentle Touch

Brahms Heelshire x M!Reader

Last Edited: June 16, 2021 11:00 PM

TW: slight praising

Anon: I love your fics so much, could i request a brahms x male reader where y/n has usher syndrome? y/n being deaf–blind and being the older brother of brahm's nanny, maybe moves with her for the job, and gains the attention of brahms? really need some bromantic fluff <33

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You loved Erla, you really did, but there were times when she annoyed you. You couldn’t blame her for trying to help you constantly but it really got on your nerves. She was always treating you like you were glass; some fine china that needed to be cared for every second of the day. It was why you didn’t want to go with her to the UK. You had known that she would keep you attached to her hip at all times but at the same time, there was Dündar. Dear ol’ Dündar. An abusive asshole is who he was and is. You hated his guts more than anyone else’s. You guessed you could say that going to the UK was a new start; a new start for both of you.

You have been staying at the Heelshire mansion for a while; maybe 6 months now? You were unsure since you couldn’t really tell the time or know what day it was due to your condition. Well, you would know if Erla was to tell you. Though she never told you anything. All she ever did was lead you around or leave you alone to your own world.

From what little information you knew, you were with Erla in the UK and babysitting a child. Or... Well… A small porcelain child replaced the dead child. Either way, you didn’t mind. A porcelain doll wouldn’t run around you, make fun of the Usher Syndrome, or try to ask you questions about it when you could only answer them through braille and sign language; you doubted the child would have even known those two.

You had hearing aids but you didn’t use them all the time. You only used them to listen to music or to listen to the television. You don’t keep them in all the time since you don’t really want to. Well, it’s more of the fact that Erla’s voice is high pitched and slightly annoying, not saying everyone’s voice like that is but her’s is just terrible. You’d rather sign and read braille than hear her talk. You had to put in your hearing aids when you met the Heelshires but you enjoyed their voices. They were a lot better than your younger sister’s.

The story about losing their son was sad but replacing him with a doll? It was slightly uncomfortable. Erla had no problem about it though. The moment the Heelshires left, she ditched the doll and did her own thing. You didn’t want to leave the doll though. You couldn’t really do most of what needed to be done, but you could keep it with you. Besides, the little fellow felt cute, despite being made of cold porcelain and being slightly heavy.

Maybe that’s why the man in the walls was attracted to you. You kept the doll with you and tried your best to follow whatever rules you could. Today was the rare occasion you had your hearing aids in. You weren’t listening to the television or listening to music. You wanted to listen to your footsteps, the random creaks from inside the walls, and the distant sounds of Erla talking on the phone with her significant other. You didn’t care who they were, just as long as they made her happy. You are her older brother, and who are you to deny her any happiness? Besides, you can’t be stuck with her forever.

The doll keeps you company as you walk around the mansion. You have no destination in mind as you walk into a room. With how cold the room is, you already know it’s the kitchen. You place the doll down on a chair, gently tucking the chair in. Despite not being able to see, you can still feel, smell, and taste. And that’s all you need when you cook. You start getting your ingredients; you feel and smell every ingredient you grab, making sure it’s the one you want. When you’ve collected all your ingredients, you start to make dinner.

It’s a small dinner with a basic fruit salad and spaghetti with meatballs. You prepare everything with gentle hands, making sure that when you cut the fruit into smaller pieces, you don’t accidentally nick yourself. The salad is the first thing you finish before moving on to the spaghetti. You keep in mind to make enough for three people: you, Erla, and Brahms.

You hear the walls creak again, but you may not mind it. That is until you hear something opening. You don’t look up though and pretend you didn’t hear anything. You can hear quiet footsteps approaching you from behind. Despite how quiet they are, you can tell that the person must be heavy or at least tall; maybe even both. Their breathing seems to be heavy as they approach you.

You keep busy, not leaving the other person know you know about them being there. You freeze up when you feel a Gentle Touch on your hip. You don’t move away though, leading to the person slowly wrapping around your waist. “[Redacted]?” You hear a boy’s voice behind, not matching the large figure that is now pressed against you. “[Redacted]... I finally get to touch you… [Redacted]...” The voice sounds like the one on the phone. Or the one Erla has told you about. You never answer the phone since you never seem to have your hearing aids in when the calls happen. You give him a small hum of acknowledgment, unsure of who he is. Your answer is soon answered by the man.

“Do you like little me? Mommy said he was always so perfect…” You feel a mask(?) told the top of your head. It’s cold and sends a small shiver down your spine. You don’t want to anger him so you simply shake your head. “No..? Does that mean you like me more?” The boy voice being used slightly unsettles you but you’re sure there’s a reason for it; there’s always a reason for everything. You give him a nod as you finish up dinner.

“I knew you were the one… Mommy and Daddy said she was but I hate her. She doesn’t listen to the rules… But you try… You try to,” You hear him take in a deep inhale, his made face still buried in your hair. “You even make me meals, [Redacted]... You’re such a good boy… A nice boy… My beautiful boy…” He sighs out, the child voice still not fitting with his words. His arm around your waist tightens before he seems to force himself to let go. “Be good and don’t tell Erla about this…” You hear a plate and bowl be taken off the counter before his footsteps fade away.

“So! What’s for dinner, [Redacted]? Smells nice!” Erla says suddenly, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, making you flinch.

Awash In Crimson Wine - Agatha x Succubus!Rio

A/N Hi guys!! You asked and you shall receive! This story takes place in a universe where instead of trapping her in westview, Wanda lets Agatha go with a fraction of the power she once had. Just a silly little fic to sooth my Agathario cravings in between episodes! I’m gonna try and get new chapters out every other day or so.

Title from From Eden by Hozier

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It started with a flicker, unsuspecting and uninteresting. Agatha was rooting through some old spell books to try and find a glamour enchantment to attract sexual desire. It was a childish whim, made in her desperation to regain some semblance of control. Wanda left her weak, and with so much of her power gone, she felt her grip on those around her loosen significantly.

It was jarring, a loss too odd to articulate, when you go from bending the will of others at your whim to an indifferent force in the world around you. Agatha craved it, that feeling of utter control, more than anything else Wanda took from her. She knew she had to get it back, even if she had to start at the bottom and claw back to the top. She had to start with what she knew to be the easiest, simplest way to attract total devotion‒ through sexual desire.

The spell went, for the most part, just as she had planned. The ingredients were easy enough to find. Roses, honey, salt, red candles, and some kitchen spices you could knick from any grocery store. Simple, easy witchcraft she’s been capable of for centuries. The shift in energy would’ve been imperceptible to most, but to Agatha, the sudden, illogical flicker of each candle in unison made her hairs stand on end.

Still, she chalked it up to Wanda's ever lingering damage and went about the rest of the ritual as she always had. It wasn’t until that night that she understood the true gravity of her error.

The warmth stroked her every muscle with a tender hand, lulling her into an inky black sleep. Each pulse of her heartbeat sent liquid gold to her limbs, bringing her closer and closer to bliss. An orange light surrounded her, and a laugh like honey rang in her ears as a hand reached out to touch her. First her shoulder, trailing up to her cheek, then down to her knee. Through hazy, lidded eyes, she peered up at the golden light. A woman, dark haired and effervescent, peered back at her, smiling through red lips. Her tongue darted out to wet them, and it sent electricity all through Agatha's body. The woman's hand trailed slowly up her leg, past her robe, and grazed her upper thigh with a torturous, feather light touch. Every inch of contact was like fire, warmth blooming in her chest as she gazed at the woman. She felt magnetized to her, like any inch of space between them was an inch too much. Agatha leaned in to press her lips against hers, but before she could get any further, she felt a piercing pain in her thigh. Yelping, she pulled back to see long fingernails emerge from under her robe, dripping with blood. The woman laughed, the sound radiating as she licked her fingers.

Agatha shot awake in bed, body drenched in sweat. She ripped the covers off of her body and peeled back her robes, dreading to see what she already knew was there. Four long claw marks stared back at her, etched into her skin and trickling blood. Worse than that was the ache radiating from her core, needy and clearly present. She shoved her head back into her pillow and groaned at her stupidity, as it slowly dawned on her how utterly fucked she really was. If she knew anything about witchcraft, she knew one thing — She had a Succubus.

Agatha cursed under her breath, clutching the sheets in her fists as the realization sank in. A succubus. She hadn’t summoned a lover, a pawn, or even a mortal with fleeting devotion. No, she had called forth something infinitely more dangerous. 

She sat up, trying to steady her breath, but her body betrayed her. The warmth from the dream—the succubus’s touch—still lingered on her skin, an itch that wouldn’t quite leave. Her thigh throbbed, and the marks from the Succubus’ claws began to feel all too real. Was this just the beginning? How much could she physically harm her? How much would Agatha let her? She glanced at her reflection in the mirror across the room, her eyes dark with need, frustration, and… something else. Was it fear? No, not quite. Anticipation. The thought turned her stomach.

Agatha swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing as her bare feet hit the cold floor. She cursed again, this time more audibly, as she paced back and forth, trying to shake the lingering sensations. Her mind raced with the implications. Succubi were notorious, not just for their insatiable appetites, but for their ability to manipulate, to control, to twist their victims until they craved them beyond reason. She knew the stories. Hell, she had lived long enough to have seen the aftermath of succubus entanglements. Witches, sorcerers, even powerful beings like herself, brought to their knees by desire.

“I’m not one of them,” Agatha muttered, a desperate edge creeping into her voice. “I’m not weak.”

But even as she said it, she could feel the echo of that laugh in her mind—smooth, sultry, dripping with amusement. It was a sound that made her chest tighten with equal parts fury and desire.

She needed to figure this out—now. Agatha stalked over to the grimoire she’d been reading earlier. It still lay open on her desk, the candles from the ritual now melted down to stubs, the faint scent of roses and burnt honey hanging in the air. Flicking through the pages with a practiced hand, she searched for answers. There had to be a way to reverse this, to banish the succubus before things spiraled further out of control.

But as her eyes scanned the old, familiar words, she found nothing. No incantation. No banishing ritual. No easy fix. Of course, there wasn’t. Summoning a succubus wasn’t the kind of mistake one could undo with a flick of the wrist. She knew that.

A low chuckle echoed from the shadows, making Agatha freeze. The temperature in the room seemed to spike, and a sultry voice purred from behind her, "Looking for something, darling?"

Agatha turned sharply, heart pounding as her gaze locked on the succubus, who stood casually in the corner, leaning against the wall as if she had always belonged there. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, the same as in Agatha’s dream, but now she was here, in the waking world, every bit as alluring—and dangerous. Agatha stared at her long, tan legs, just peaking out through the slit in her emerald green robe. It was more modest than she had imagines for a succubus, covering all the way up to her collar bones. Still, Agatha could see the lace of a black bra peaking subtly out of the top. Her skin seemed to glow a dull gold as her scent carried across the room— Honey and warm spice. She thought about the skin of her thighs, how soft it looks and how if she could reach just a little further—

"How did you—" Agatha began, cutting herself off before her mind could wander any longer, but the succubus just smirked, pushing herself off the wall and walking towards her with that same predatory grace.

"How did I get here?" her voice was teasing, almost patronizing. "You summoned me, remember? And I must say, you have impeccable taste." She stopped just inches from Agatha, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Though I think we both know this is about more than just a casual attraction spell. You wanted something… deeper."

Agatha clenched her jaw, trying not to flinch as the succubus reached out to trail a finger across the line of her jaw . The touch was electric, sending sparks of heat through her veins despite every instinct telling her to pull away. But the pull was there. Undeniable.

"I didn’t ask for you," Agatha hissed, stepping back, though it took more effort than she wanted to admit.

The succubus smiled, a slow, dangerous smile. "Oh, but you did. Your power called to me, Agatha Harkness. You were searching for control, for dominance, for someone who could bend to your will." She circled Agatha now, her gaze lingering on the claw marks she had left. "But you should know… you can’t summon a succubus without offering something in return. And lucky for you…" Her hand brushed against Agatha’s lower back, making her breath hitch. "I’m very, very good at fulfilling desires."

Agatha spun to face her, eyes blazing. "I don’t need you."

The Succubus' smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh, darling, we both know that’s a lie." She leaned in close, her breath warm against Agatha’s ear. "The question is… how long can you resist before you admit what you really want?"

Agatha’s breath caught, her pulse racing as she met the demons gaze. There was a challenge in her eyes, one that both enraged and enticed her. Agatha had always been the one in control, always the one with the upper hand. But this—this was different. She wasn’t just a distraction; she was a threat, a temptation that Agatha wasn’t sure she could ignore.

"Where are my manners? I haven’t even introduced myself," the succubus purred, her voice as smooth as silk. She smiled, a sickly sweet smile that sent a shiver down Agatha’s spine, stepping closer with an effortless grace. Her dark eyes glittered with amusement, lips curling into a pout as she batted her lashes. "Well, aren’t you going to ask me my name, Agatha Harkness?"

Agatha's breath quickened. She wanted to ignore her, wanted to maintain her sense of control, but the succubus’s presence was magnetic. The air between them hummed with tension, a pull so strong it felt almost physical, drawing Agatha closer without her consent. Her instincts screamed at her to keep her distance, to push this creature away before things spiraled further out of control. But her curiosity—and the simmering desire beneath it—kept her frozen in place.

She swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I’m not in the habit of making small talk with demons," Agatha said, her voice steadier than she felt.

The succubus chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Agatha’s stomach twist with both irritation and something else she didn’t care to name. "Oh, darling, this isn’t small talk," she said, stepping even closer, her gaze fixed on Agatha like a predator toying with its prey. "It’s tradition. You summon a demon, you give them a proper introduction. It's the polite thing to do."

Agatha raised an eyebrow, forcing herself to meet her gaze head-on. "Since when do demons care about tradition?"

The succubus smiled again, but this time there was something darker behind it, something ancient and knowing. "Since we’ve had names worth remembering."

Agatha clenched her jaw, refusing to be drawn into whatever game the succubus was playing. She had been down this road before—manipulation, seduction, promises laced with power. This demon wasn’t the first creature of darkness to try her hand at controlling Agatha, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

But there was something different about this time around.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and no matter how much she tried to brush off the feeling, Agatha knew this was more than just a game of power. The challenge in the succubus' eyes wasn’t just about control. It was about want. Hunger.

And Agatha, against her better judgment, felt that hunger stirring inside herself too.

The succubus watched her with an amused, expectant expression, like she knew exactly what was going through Agatha’s mind. "Go on," she coaxed, her voice dripping with honey. "You know you’re curious. I can feel it."

Agatha took a slow breath, trying to quiet the heat rising in her chest. Her body was betraying her, reacting to the succubus’s presence in a way she hadn’t felt in… she couldn’t remember how long. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her cool.

But the words slipped out before she could stop herself.

"Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What’s your name?"

The succubus’s smile widened, satisfied, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment. She leaned in closer, so close that Agatha could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, the scent of something sweet and intoxicating filling the air between them.

"My name is Rio Vidal," she said softly, her lips brushing against Agatha’s ear as she spoke. "And now that we’ve been properly introduced… things are about to get very interesting."

Agatha’s pulse quickened at the way Rio’s name rolled off her tongue, rich and dark like wine. She hated the way it felt, hated that her body responded with a shiver that ran down her spine, hated that her mind was already racing with possibilities.

But more than anything, she hated that Rio could see it.

"Don’t get too comfortable," Agatha snapped, stepping back, trying to regain some distance, some sense of control. "This isn’t going to be your playground."

Rio didn’t seem fazed by the sudden shift in tone. She merely tilted her head, studying Agatha with that same knowing smile. "Oh, I’m not looking for a playground," she said, voice low, almost a purr. "I’m looking for something much more... satisfying."

Agatha’s stomach churned, a flush creeping up her neck. She turned her back to Rio, pacing to the other side of the room, needing space to think, to breathe. The succubus’s presence was suffocating, overwhelming. Every word, every glance was designed to provoke, to ignite something Agatha wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

"I don’t need your help," Agatha said firmly, her back still turned. "I can handle my own power."

"Really?" Rio’s voice was closer than it should’ve been, and when Agatha turned, the succubus was standing just behind her, their faces inches apart. "Because it seems to me that your power is the one thing you can’t control anymore."

Agatha glared at her, refusing to be intimidated. "I’ve lived for centuries, Rio. You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You want to get inside my head, make me doubt myself. But you won’t succeed."

Rio’s eyes gleamed with amusement, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. "Oh, Agatha," she whispered, leaning in until their foreheads almost touched. "I don’t need to make you doubt yourself. You already do."

The words hit Agatha deeper than she wanted to admit. She felt the truth of them, the gnawing uncertainty that had been growing ever since Wanda stripped her of her power. The fear that she wasn’t as strong as she used to be. The creeping doubt that maybe—just maybe—Rio was right.

But she couldn’t let that show. Not now. Not ever.

"I think it’s time you left," Agatha said, her voice cold, pushing the words through clenched teeth.

Rio lingered for a moment, her dark eyes flickering with something unreadable, before she finally stepped back. "As you wish," she said, her tone light, though there was a shadow of something deeper in her gaze. "But don’t think for a second that this is over, darling."

With a casual wave of her hand, Rio vanished, the air in the room suddenly lighter, but the tension still thrumming beneath Agatha’s skin.

Agatha stood alone in the silence, her heart still racing, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She had won this round, but she knew the succubus would be back. And the worst part?

A small, dangerous part of her wanted her to.

Awash In Crimson Wine - Agatha x Succubus!Rio

A/N Hi guys!! You asked and you shall receive! This story takes place in a universe where instead of trapping her in westview, Wanda lets Agatha go with a fraction of the power she once had. Just a silly little fic to sooth my Agathario cravings in between episodes! I’m gonna try and get new chapters out every other day or so.

Title from From Eden by Hozier

***********************************

It started with a flicker, unsuspecting and uninteresting. Agatha was rooting through some old spell books to try and find a glamour enchantment to attract sexual desire. It was a childish whim, made in her desperation to regain some semblance of control. Wanda left her weak, and with so much of her power gone, she felt her grip on those around her loosen significantly.

It was jarring, a loss too odd to articulate, when you go from bending the will of others at your whim to an indifferent force in the world around you. Agatha craved it, that feeling of utter control, more than anything else Wanda took from her. She knew she had to get it back, even if she had to start at the bottom and claw back to the top. She had to start with what she knew to be the easiest, simplest way to attract total devotion‒ through sexual desire.

The spell went, for the most part, just as she had planned. The ingredients were easy enough to find. Roses, honey, salt, red candles, and some kitchen spices you could knick from any grocery store. Simple, easy witchcraft she’s been capable of for centuries. The shift in energy would’ve been imperceptible to most, but to Agatha, the sudden, illogical flicker of each candle in unison made her hairs stand on end.

Still, she chalked it up to Wanda's ever lingering damage and went about the rest of the ritual as she always had. It wasn’t until that night that she understood the true gravity of her error.

The warmth stroked her every muscle with a tender hand, lulling her into an inky black sleep. Each pulse of her heartbeat sent liquid gold to her limbs, bringing her closer and closer to bliss. An orange light surrounded her, and a laugh like honey rang in her ears as a hand reached out to touch her. First her shoulder, trailing up to her cheek, then down to her knee. Through hazy, lidded eyes, she peered up at the golden light. A woman, dark haired and effervescent, peered back at her, smiling through red lips. Her tongue darted out to wet them, and it sent electricity all through Agatha's body. The woman's hand trailed slowly up her leg, past her robe, and grazed her upper thigh with a torturous, feather light touch. Every inch of contact was like fire, warmth blooming in her chest as she gazed at the woman. She felt magnetized to her, like any inch of space between them was an inch too much. Agatha leaned in to press her lips against hers, but before she could get any further, she felt a piercing pain in her thigh. Yelping, she pulled back to see long fingernails emerge from under her robe, dripping with blood. The woman laughed, the sound radiating as she licked her fingers.

Agatha shot awake in bed, body drenched in sweat. She ripped the covers off of her body and peeled back her robes, dreading to see what she already knew was there. Four long claw marks stared back at her, etched into her skin and trickling blood. Worse than that was the ache radiating from her core, needy and clearly present. She shoved her head back into her pillow and groaned at her stupidity, as it slowly dawned on her how utterly fucked she really was. If she knew anything about witchcraft, she knew one thing — She had a Succubus.

Agatha cursed under her breath, clutching the sheets in her fists as the realization sank in. A succubus. She hadn’t summoned a lover, a pawn, or even a mortal with fleeting devotion. No, she had called forth something infinitely more dangerous. 

She sat up, trying to steady her breath, but her body betrayed her. The warmth from the dream—the succubus’s touch—still lingered on her skin, an itch that wouldn’t quite leave. Her thigh throbbed, and the marks from the Succubus’ claws began to feel all too real. Was this just the beginning? How much could she physically harm her? How much would Agatha let her? She glanced at her reflection in the mirror across the room, her eyes dark with need, frustration, and… something else. Was it fear? No, not quite. Anticipation. The thought turned her stomach.

Agatha swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing as her bare feet hit the cold floor. She cursed again, this time more audibly, as she paced back and forth, trying to shake the lingering sensations. Her mind raced with the implications. Succubi were notorious, not just for their insatiable appetites, but for their ability to manipulate, to control, to twist their victims until they craved them beyond reason. She knew the stories. Hell, she had lived long enough to have seen the aftermath of succubus entanglements. Witches, sorcerers, even powerful beings like herself, brought to their knees by desire.

“I’m not one of them,” Agatha muttered, a desperate edge creeping into her voice. “I’m not weak.”

But even as she said it, she could feel the echo of that laugh in her mind—smooth, sultry, dripping with amusement. It was a sound that made her chest tighten with equal parts fury and desire.

She needed to figure this out—now. Agatha stalked over to the grimoire she’d been reading earlier. It still lay open on her desk, the candles from the ritual now melted down to stubs, the faint scent of roses and burnt honey hanging in the air. Flicking through the pages with a practiced hand, she searched for answers. There had to be a way to reverse this, to banish the succubus before things spiraled further out of control.

But as her eyes scanned the old, familiar words, she found nothing. No incantation. No banishing ritual. No easy fix. Of course, there wasn’t. Summoning a succubus wasn’t the kind of mistake one could undo with a flick of the wrist. She knew that.

A low chuckle echoed from the shadows, making Agatha freeze. The temperature in the room seemed to spike, and a sultry voice purred from behind her, "Looking for something, darling?"

Agatha turned sharply, heart pounding as her gaze locked on the succubus, who stood casually in the corner, leaning against the wall as if she had always belonged there. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, the same as in Agatha’s dream, but now she was here, in the waking world, every bit as alluring—and dangerous. Agatha stared at her long, tan legs, just peaking out through the slit in her emerald green robe. It was more modest than she had imagines for a succubus, covering all the way up to her collar bones. Still, Agatha could see the lace of a black bra peaking subtly out of the top. Her skin seemed to glow a dull gold as her scent carried across the room— Honey and warm spice. She thought about the skin of her thighs, how soft it looks and how if she could reach just a little further—

"How did you—" Agatha began, cutting herself off before her mind could wander any longer, but the succubus just smirked, pushing herself off the wall and walking towards her with that same predatory grace.

"How did I get here?" her voice was teasing, almost patronizing. "You summoned me, remember? And I must say, you have impeccable taste." She stopped just inches from Agatha, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Though I think we both know this is about more than just a casual attraction spell. You wanted something… deeper."

Agatha clenched her jaw, trying not to flinch as the succubus reached out to trail a finger across the line of her jaw . The touch was electric, sending sparks of heat through her veins despite every instinct telling her to pull away. But the pull was there. Undeniable.

"I didn’t ask for you," Agatha hissed, stepping back, though it took more effort than she wanted to admit.

The succubus smiled, a slow, dangerous smile. "Oh, but you did. Your power called to me, Agatha Harkness. You were searching for control, for dominance, for someone who could bend to your will." She circled Agatha now, her gaze lingering on the claw marks she had left. "But you should know… you can’t summon a succubus without offering something in return. And lucky for you…" Her hand brushed against Agatha’s lower back, making her breath hitch. "I’m very, very good at fulfilling desires."

Agatha spun to face her, eyes blazing. "I don’t need you."

The Succubus' smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh, darling, we both know that’s a lie." She leaned in close, her breath warm against Agatha’s ear. "The question is… how long can you resist before you admit what you really want?"

Agatha’s breath caught, her pulse racing as she met the demons gaze. There was a challenge in her eyes, one that both enraged and enticed her. Agatha had always been the one in control, always the one with the upper hand. But this—this was different. She wasn’t just a distraction; she was a threat, a temptation that Agatha wasn’t sure she could ignore.

"Where are my manners? I haven’t even introduced myself," the succubus purred, her voice as smooth as silk. She smiled, a sickly sweet smile that sent a shiver down Agatha’s spine, stepping closer with an effortless grace. Her dark eyes glittered with amusement, lips curling into a pout as she batted her lashes. "Well, aren’t you going to ask me my name, Agatha Harkness?"

Agatha's breath quickened. She wanted to ignore her, wanted to maintain her sense of control, but the succubus’s presence was magnetic. The air between them hummed with tension, a pull so strong it felt almost physical, drawing Agatha closer without her consent. Her instincts screamed at her to keep her distance, to push this creature away before things spiraled further out of control. But her curiosity—and the simmering desire beneath it—kept her frozen in place.

She swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I’m not in the habit of making small talk with demons," Agatha said, her voice steadier than she felt.

The succubus chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Agatha’s stomach twist with both irritation and something else she didn’t care to name. "Oh, darling, this isn’t small talk," she said, stepping even closer, her gaze fixed on Agatha like a predator toying with its prey. "It’s tradition. You summon a demon, you give them a proper introduction. It's the polite thing to do."

Agatha raised an eyebrow, forcing herself to meet her gaze head-on. "Since when do demons care about tradition?"

The succubus smiled again, but this time there was something darker behind it, something ancient and knowing. "Since we’ve had names worth remembering."

Agatha clenched her jaw, refusing to be drawn into whatever game the succubus was playing. She had been down this road before—manipulation, seduction, promises laced with power. This demon wasn’t the first creature of darkness to try her hand at controlling Agatha, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

But there was something different about this time around.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and no matter how much she tried to brush off the feeling, Agatha knew this was more than just a game of power. The challenge in the succubus' eyes wasn’t just about control. It was about want. Hunger.

And Agatha, against her better judgment, felt that hunger stirring inside herself too.

The succubus watched her with an amused, expectant expression, like she knew exactly what was going through Agatha’s mind. "Go on," she coaxed, her voice dripping with honey. "You know you’re curious. I can feel it."

Agatha took a slow breath, trying to quiet the heat rising in her chest. Her body was betraying her, reacting to the succubus’s presence in a way she hadn’t felt in… she couldn’t remember how long. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her cool.

But the words slipped out before she could stop herself.

"Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What’s your name?"

The succubus’s smile widened, satisfied, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment. She leaned in closer, so close that Agatha could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, the scent of something sweet and intoxicating filling the air between them.

"My name is Rio Vidal," she said softly, her lips brushing against Agatha’s ear as she spoke. "And now that we’ve been properly introduced… things are about to get very interesting."

Agatha’s pulse quickened at the way Rio’s name rolled off her tongue, rich and dark like wine. She hated the way it felt, hated that her body responded with a shiver that ran down her spine, hated that her mind was already racing with possibilities.

But more than anything, she hated that Rio could see it.

"Don’t get too comfortable," Agatha snapped, stepping back, trying to regain some distance, some sense of control. "This isn’t going to be your playground."

Rio didn’t seem fazed by the sudden shift in tone. She merely tilted her head, studying Agatha with that same knowing smile. "Oh, I’m not looking for a playground," she said, voice low, almost a purr. "I’m looking for something much more... satisfying."

Agatha’s stomach churned, a flush creeping up her neck. She turned her back to Rio, pacing to the other side of the room, needing space to think, to breathe. The succubus’s presence was suffocating, overwhelming. Every word, every glance was designed to provoke, to ignite something Agatha wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

"I don’t need your help," Agatha said firmly, her back still turned. "I can handle my own power."

"Really?" Rio’s voice was closer than it should’ve been, and when Agatha turned, the succubus was standing just behind her, their faces inches apart. "Because it seems to me that your power is the one thing you can’t control anymore."

Agatha glared at her, refusing to be intimidated. "I’ve lived for centuries, Rio. You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You want to get inside my head, make me doubt myself. But you won’t succeed."

Rio’s eyes gleamed with amusement, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. "Oh, Agatha," she whispered, leaning in until their foreheads almost touched. "I don’t need to make you doubt yourself. You already do."

The words hit Agatha deeper than she wanted to admit. She felt the truth of them, the gnawing uncertainty that had been growing ever since Wanda stripped her of her power. The fear that she wasn’t as strong as she used to be. The creeping doubt that maybe—just maybe—Rio was right.

But she couldn’t let that show. Not now. Not ever.

"I think it’s time you left," Agatha said, her voice cold, pushing the words through clenched teeth.

Rio lingered for a moment, her dark eyes flickering with something unreadable, before she finally stepped back. "As you wish," she said, her tone light, though there was a shadow of something deeper in her gaze. "But don’t think for a second that this is over, darling."

With a casual wave of her hand, Rio vanished, the air in the room suddenly lighter, but the tension still thrumming beneath Agatha’s skin.

Agatha stood alone in the silence, her heart still racing, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She had won this round, but she knew the succubus would be back. And the worst part?

A small, dangerous part of her wanted her to.

Awash In Crimson Wine Chapter 2 - Agatha x Succubus!Rio

A/N HIII I wrote chapter 2 bcs I was bored and bcs I can!! Hope you enjoy :) lmk your thoughts!! I'm still getting everything together for this fic so i'm sry if any if this is incoherent, i'm just writing it for shiggles.

Chapter 2

The morning sun crept through the heavy curtains of Agatha’s room, casting the space in a dull amber light. She lay still in her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, as the events of the previous night replayed in her mind. She could still feel the phantom touch of Rio’s hand on her skin, the mocking smile that refused to leave her thoughts. Despite herself, Agatha shuddered. It wasn’t just the heat of the encounter that unnerved her—it was how real it had felt.

Agatha Harknesshad lived for centuries, and with that the list of things that could catch her off guard slowly dwindled. But this? This was unlike anything she had ever summoned, or encountered. Succubi were dangerous enough in theory. In practice, they were disastrous.

She threw the covers off with a frustrated grunt and sat up, rubbing her temples. The dull ache in her thigh reminded her of the claw marks still etched into her skin, vivid proof that she wasn’t dreaming. With a quick glance, she confirmed they hadn’t healed. They were still as fresh as the moment Rio had raked her nails down Agatha’s leg.

"Of course," Agatha muttered under her breath. Her healing abilities had been significantly diminished since Wanda stripped her of most of her power, and it seemed the succubus had no intention of letting her forget it.

She stood, shrugging off her robe, and headed toward the small mirror by her dresser. Her reflection stared back at her, disheveled and haunted by sleeplessness. She could see it in her eyes—the nagging feeling that this was just the beginning of a far bigger mess than she had anticipated. She cursed under her breath and began gathering the tools she’d need to attempt a binding spell.

Rio Vidal wasn’t going to simply walk away. Agatha knew that much. Succubi weren’t known for their patience, and once summoned, they had a tendency to dig their claws in—literally and figuratively. But there were ways to contain them, to limit their influence. Agatha had just enough magic left to do that. At least, she hoped.

She lit a few candles on her desk and arranged a circle of protection, drawing sigils on the floor with white chalk. The room filled with the scent of sage and rosemary as she muttered ancient incantations, the words flowing from her lips like second nature. The ritual was complex, designed to keep Rio at a distance, to ensure she couldn’t invade Agatha’s dreams—or her waking life—without permission.

As she completed the final verse, the room grew still, the air thick with magic. Agatha exhaled, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. The binding was set.

“Not bad for a witch running on fumes,” she muttered, straightening up.

Before she could revel in her small victory, the candles flickered. Agatha froze. The room temperature rose  suddenly, and a voice—velvety, mocking—drifted from the shadows.

"Are you really trying to lock me out, darling?"

Agatha spun on her heel, eyes narrowing as Rio materialized from the dim light, her form graceful and unhurried, as though she had always been there, waiting. Her long, dark hair shimmered like molten ink, framing a face that radiated mischief. She wore a loose-fitting silk robe that clung to her curves in all the right places, exuding an effortless seduction that made Agatha’s pulse quicken against her will.

"I’m impressed," Rio continued, stepping closer, her fingers trailing along the edge of Agatha’s desk. "Even with your powers diminished, you’ve still got some fight left in you." She flashed a wicked grin. "But we both know this won’t hold me for long."

Agatha clenched her jaw, ignoring the wave of heat that stirred in her belly at Rio’s proximity. "You have no idea who you’re dealing with."

Rio raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? And what exactly are you going to do?" Her voice dripped with amusement as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Agatha’s ear. "You can’t resist me. You’ve already tasted what I can offer, haven’t you?"

Agatha shoved away, trying to put as much distance between the two them as possible. She hated how Rio’s presence seemed to unravel her control, inch by inch, with every teasing word. Her magic flared, a pulse of anger that briefly lit the room in a soft glow. But Rio only smiled wider, as if she was enjoying the show.

"Your little spell might keep me at bay for now," Rio purred, stepping back and surveying the chalk markings on the floor. "But you and I both know I’ll find a way around it. I always do."

Agatha’s fingers twitched, the urge to lash out with magic rising within her. But she knew better. She had to keep her composure. Succubi thrived on chaos, on raw emotion. If she let Rio feed on her frustration, her lust, her need for control—it would only strengthen her.

Instead, Agatha forced herself to breathe, to center herself. She folded her arms, narrowing her gaze at Rio.

"What do you want, Vidal?" she asked, voice low and dangerous. "You’ve had your fun. You’ve toyed with me. Now state your terms, or get the hell out."

Rio’s smile didn’t falter. In fact, it seemed to grow even more playful, as if she was pleased with Agatha’s directness.

"You summoned me, darling," she said, casually running her fingers through her hair as she paced about the room. "You called to me with that little ritual of yours, and now, I’m here. To serve you, to fulfill your deepest desires."

Agatha snorted, her eyes rolling. "I didn’t summon you to be my lapdog."

"Oh, I know," Rio said with a wink. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you need me."

Agatha took a step forward, her patience wearing thin. "I don’t need you. I can fix this on my own."

Rio tilted her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Oh, sweet Agatha. You’re powerful, yes, but even you can’t reclaim your magic alone. Not without help."

Agatha paused, her gaze flickering with doubt for just a moment. Rio saw it—sensed it—and moved in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I can make you strong again," Rio murmured. "Stronger than before. With me, you could take back everything Wanda took from you. And more."

Agatha’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest. It was a tempting offer, no doubt. To have her power back—all of it. To feel the weight of the magic coursing through her veins again, to command the world with a flick of her wrist. To never feel weak again.

But there was a cost. There always was.

"You think I don’t know your game?" Agatha’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of desire. "You’re a parasite. You feed on power, on control. You want me desperate, dependent. And I won’t give you that satisfaction."

Rio’s expression shifted, her playful demeanor slipping just slightly. "I don’t need you desperate," she said, her voice softening, almost sincere. "I just need you to want it."

Agatha’s eyes hardened, the moment of temptation passing. She shook her head, stepping back and glaring at the succubus.

"Leave," she commanded, her voice cold. "I’ll deal with you on my own terms. Not yours."

Rio studied her for a moment, her gaze lingering on Agatha’s face, searching for something. Finally, she sighed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"As you wish, darling," she said, turning away with a graceful flick of her hair. "But you know where to find me when you change your mind."

And with that, Rio vanished, leaving the room colder and quieter than before.

Agatha stood in the silence, her mind racing. She had won this round—but she knew it wouldn’t be the last. The succubus was patient, and Agatha could feel the weight of her own desire gnawing at the edges of her control.

She would have to be careful, this was only the beginning.

Agatha stood still, the echo of Rio's final words lingering in the air like the scent of smoldering incense. Her room felt unnervingly empty now, and yet, the weight of the succubus's presence remained, pressing against her like a too-heavy cloak. She exhaled sharply, her pulse still racing. Rio’s offer hung in her mind, teasing, prodding at her insecurities, whispering promises of power she desperately craved.

She clenched her fists, the dull pain from the claw marks still burning on her thigh. Agatha Harkness, for centuries in control of herself and her power, felt more vulnerable now than she had in decades.

How had it come to this?

The words of Rio Vidal, smooth and seductive, replayed in her mind. "With me, you could take back everything Wanda took from you. And more."

The offer was clear: strength, magic—everything she had lost. Everything Wanda had stripped from her when she’d been left a hollowed-out version of herself. She had tried to suppress that yearning, that desperate need for power, but it was there. It had always been there, gnawing at her since the moment Westview had crumbled and she was left powerless, stranded in a reality where her once-great magic was little more than a flicker.

And now, Rio knew. The succubus could sense it as easily as a predator sniffing out blood. Agatha hated that, hated being read so easily. She felt exposed to the demon in every sense of the word. But she hated something else even more: the truth behind Rio’s words. Without Wanda’s interference, Agatha would never have been in this position. She had been on the verge of something great before it had all come crashing down.

The bitterness welled up inside her, pushing the ache in her thigh further from her mind. She didn’t need Rio. Not like this.

But she couldn't deny that the temptation lingered.

Shaking her head, Agatha paced the room, trying to clear the fog the succubus had left in her wake. Every step sent a reminder of the throbbing wounds still etched into her skin. That succubus had marked her—claimed her, almost. And Agatha wasn’t sure if it was out of possessiveness, amusement, or something deeper. Perhaps Rio saw something vulnerable in Agatha that she had buried even from herself.

Her vision blurred slightly as her focus drifted, thoughts swirling in her mind like a storm. She had survived too much, endured too many battles, to let a creature like Rio Vidal pull her down into a pit she couldn’t crawl out of. The succubus’s words were enticing, yes, but she knew the truth behind those seductive promises: it was a trap. Power always came at a cost, and Agatha had spent centuries paying that price.

She turned from the mirror, her steps resolute as she crossed back toward the circle of protection she had crafted on the floor. The sigils still glowed faintly, a reminder that her magic, while diminished, wasn’t entirely gone. She wasn’t powerless. Not yet.

With a deep breath, Agatha knelt and began to reinforce the spell, tracing over the chalk marks with careful precision. Her mind wandered as she worked, thinking back to Rio’s smile, the way the demon had so easily taunted her, pushed her to the brink of wanting. She would need to be stronger if she was going to resist Rio’s influence. Stronger and smarter. 

Finishing the last mark on the floor, Agatha stood and surveyed her work. The protection spell would hold—at least for now. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be enough to keep Rio at bay forever. Succubi had a way of finding cracks in the strongest defenses, slipping through the smallest weaknesses.Her fingers twitched with the urge to summon more power, to strengthen her defenses further, but she knew that pushing her magic too hard would leave her more vulnerable. She needed to conserve what little she had left.

A small part of Agatha feared that if Rio returned, she wouldn’t be able to resist. You’re a parasite, Agatha had told her, her voice sharp, filled with certainty. You feed on power, on control. But the truth was, Agatha wasn’t so different. She had always craved power. And now with so little of it left, she was more vulnerable than ever to someone like Rio, someone like herself.

Agatha closed her eyes and exhaled, her mind steadying. She had faced worse than Rio Vidal in her long life. This was just another challenge, another obstacle. And she would handle it—on her own terms. But even as she stood there, preparing for whatever came next, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Rio’s eyes on her, watching her every move and waiting to strike at her weakest.

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Her dream that night began like so many others, softly at first, with whispers of familiarity. Agatha found herself in an endless field of lavender, the wind brushing through the flowers in waves, carrying a sweet, intoxicating scent. It was peaceful—a momentary reprieve from the chaos of her waking life. But beneath the tranquility, there was an energy, a heat that simmered just out of sight, growing stronger with each breath she took.

Agatha moved through the lavender, her fingers grazing the tops of the flowers, but the farther she walked, the more the scene began to change. The air thickened, the sky dimmed, and a warmth spread through her body, not unpleasant but alarming in its intensity. She tried to shake off the feeling, to focus on the beauty of the field, but her mind betrayed her, drawing her toward the warmth instead of away from it.

The landscape blurred, the lavender wilting into darkness. Agatha felt her pulse quicken, her senses sharpen. And then, she saw her.

Rio Vidal emerged from the shadows like a flame licking the edges of Agatha’s subconscious. Her silhouette was illuminated by a low, flickering light, the curves of her body highlighted by the silken fabric that clung to her skin. The succubus’ eyes gleamed with mischief as she approached.

Agatha tried to pull back, tried to force herself awake, but her body refused to obey. The warmth that had been creeping over her flared into something more potent, more primal, as she felt Rio’s familiar tug.

“Dreaming of me, already?” Rio’s voice was a soft purr, rich with amusement. She circled Agatha slowly, her fingertips barely grazing the witch’s skin, sending sparks of sensation across her body.

Agatha shuddered as Rio’s touch moved lower, teasing at the edges of her awareness, blurring the lines between dream and reality. She felt herself leaning into the touch despite her resistance, her mind clouded with desire that she couldn’t control. Agatha’s throat went dry, and for a moment, she was trapped in Rio’s gaze, lost in her magnetic pull. The air around them thickened, charged with unspoken desire and the promise of something far more dangerous. Agatha opened her mouth to speak, to demand that Rio leave her dreams, but the words never came. Instead, Rio leaned in, her lips brushing Agatha’s just lightly enough to leave her wanting more. Agatha’s control slipped, her hands moving toward Rio’s waist as though they had a will of their own.

Before she could touch her, before she could give in completely, Agatha felt a sharp pain in her thigh—the same place where Rio had marked her the night before. The jolt snapped her back to herself, just as the dream began to unravel.

The lavender field vanished, the warmth faded, and Agatha awoke in a cold sweat, her heart hammering in her chest.

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Agatha sat up, wiping the moisture from her forehead. The marks on her thigh were still there, vivid against her skin. More pressing, though, was the ache between her legs as she remembered the feeling of Rio’s lips against hers. She gritted her teeth, frustrated at how easily Rio could infiltrate her dreams, how helpless she felt against the succubus’s influence. With a groan she rolled out of bed and stood, forcing herself into her morning routine.

The rest of the day passed with a sort of strained calm. She spent hours poring over her ancient tomes, searching for anything that could help her regain her power—or at least keep Rio at bay. The candlelight flickered beside her as she turned the pages, her fingers trailing over spells she hadn’t used in centuries, some so old they had been forgotten by most witches. Nothing seemed useful, binding spells, protective charms, sigils for control—she’d tried them all. Agatha leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a dull headache set in. Wanda had stripped her of so much, and without the Darkhold, she was grasping at the few remnants of magic she had left.

She needed more power. Real power. And Rio’s offer still lingered in her mind, tempting her with every passing minute.

“No,” Agatha muttered to herself, shaking her head as though to clear it. She couldn’t trust Rio. Whatever she was offering, there would be a price—one that Agatha wasn’t willing to pay.

She closed the book in front of her with a sigh and stood, stretching her stiff muscles. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the room in deep shadows. For the first time that day, Agatha allowed herself to relax, believing she had some respite from Rio’s influence. The succubus hadn’t shown up all day, and the wards around her home seemed to be holding. Maybe she had won a small victory, if only for now.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the temperature in the room rose. Agatha stiffened, her senses immediately on high alert. She turned, and there, in the corner of the room, Rio materialized from the darkness.

“You didn’t really think I’d stay away, did you?” Rio’s voice was as smooth as silk, her figure emerging with that same effortless grace. She smiled as she stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Agatha’s heart sank. Of course, it had been too easy.

“What do you want now?” Agatha growled, trying to mask the rush of heat that Rio’s presence always seemed to bring.

Rio chuckled softly, her fingers brushing over one of the books Agatha had left open. “Still searching for a way to regain your power, I see.” She glanced up, her smile widening. “You won’t find it in there, darling.”

Agatha crossed her arms, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from where Rio’s robe dipped at her chest and meet her gaze.  “And I suppose you know where I can find it?”

Rio took a step closer, her expression shifting from playful to serious. “I do, actually. But you won’t like the answer.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

Rio’s eyes flickered with something darker, more intense. She leaned in, and whispered almost mockingly in a sing-song voice. “I can help you get your power back, Agatha. All of it. More than you’ve ever had before.”

Agatha’s pulse quickened, the temptation curling around her like a vice. She wanted it—God, she wanted it—but she couldn’t ignore the warning bells ringing in her mind.

“There’s a catch,” she said flatly, her tone guarded.

Rio’s smile returned, though it was softer this time, almost sympathetic. “Of course there is. But it’s nothing you can’t handle.” She reached out, brushing her long nails along Agatha’s arm in a gesture that sent a shiver down the witch’s spine. “All I need is your trust.”

Agatha stepped back, narrowing her eyes. “And why the hell should I trust you?”

Rio’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something dangerous. “I’m offering you exactly what you want, Agatha. Power. Control.”

“And what do you get out of it?” Agatha demanded, her voice rising in suspicion.

Rio’s smile widened, her gaze locking onto Agatha’s. “I get you.”

Agatha's breath caught in her chest, fear rising in the pit of her stomach. She recognized the look in Rio’s eyes, the hunger for someone who knows you have complete control over their desires. She had seen the look in Rio’s eyes reflected in her own many times before.

Rio stepped closer, her voice low and seductive. “Think about it, Agatha. You don’t have to make a decision right now. But the clock is ticking, and every day you wait, you lose more of yourself.”

Agatha stared at Rio, her mind torn between the danger of the offer and the overwhelming desire to be whole again. The silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

Rio leaned in ever so slightly, bringing her lips yet again to Agatha's ear. “I’ll be waiting,” she whispered, and planted a feather-light kiss on her cheek before disappearing into the shadows once more.

Agatha’s skin burned ever so slightly where Rio had kissed her, and as she raised her hand to her cheek she let out a soft groan. Pain was unfamiliar to her still, and the way it danced on her skin paired with the need for Rio’s touch sent electricity straight to her core. Agatha knew this torture was only the beginning, but already she could feel the frustration from Rio’s teasing touch being to take a toll on her body. The worst part was that she knew she couldn’t act on it. Leaning into the sexual desire brought on by the succubus only feeds its power, even if you aren’t reliving that desire through direct contact with the demon. She lets out a long, slow breath and decides what would be best now is to take a very long, very hot shower.

Awash In Crimson Wine Chapter 2 - Agatha x Succubus!Rio

A/N HIII I wrote chapter 2 bcs I was bored and bcs I can!! Hope you enjoy :) lmk your thoughts!! I'm still getting everything together for this fic so i'm sry if any if this is incoherent, i'm just writing it for shiggles.

Chapter 2

The morning sun crept through the heavy curtains of Agatha’s room, casting the space in a dull amber light. She lay still in her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, as the events of the previous night replayed in her mind. She could still feel the phantom touch of Rio’s hand on her skin, the mocking smile that refused to leave her thoughts. Despite herself, Agatha shuddered. It wasn’t just the heat of the encounter that unnerved her—it was how real it had felt.

Agatha Harknesshad lived for centuries, and with that the list of things that could catch her off guard slowly dwindled. But this? This was unlike anything she had ever summoned, or encountered. Succubi were dangerous enough in theory. In practice, they were disastrous.

She threw the covers off with a frustrated grunt and sat up, rubbing her temples. The dull ache in her thigh reminded her of the claw marks still etched into her skin, vivid proof that she wasn’t dreaming. With a quick glance, she confirmed they hadn’t healed. They were still as fresh as the moment Rio had raked her nails down Agatha’s leg.

"Of course," Agatha muttered under her breath. Her healing abilities had been significantly diminished since Wanda stripped her of most of her power, and it seemed the succubus had no intention of letting her forget it.

She stood, shrugging off her robe, and headed toward the small mirror by her dresser. Her reflection stared back at her, disheveled and haunted by sleeplessness. She could see it in her eyes—the nagging feeling that this was just the beginning of a far bigger mess than she had anticipated. She cursed under her breath and began gathering the tools she’d need to attempt a binding spell.

Rio Vidal wasn’t going to simply walk away. Agatha knew that much. Succubi weren’t known for their patience, and once summoned, they had a tendency to dig their claws in—literally and figuratively. But there were ways to contain them, to limit their influence. Agatha had just enough magic left to do that. At least, she hoped.

She lit a few candles on her desk and arranged a circle of protection, drawing sigils on the floor with white chalk. The room filled with the scent of sage and rosemary as she muttered ancient incantations, the words flowing from her lips like second nature. The ritual was complex, designed to keep Rio at a distance, to ensure she couldn’t invade Agatha’s dreams—or her waking life—without permission.

As she completed the final verse, the room grew still, the air thick with magic. Agatha exhaled, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. The binding was set.

“Not bad for a witch running on fumes,” she muttered, straightening up.

Before she could revel in her small victory, the candles flickered. Agatha froze. The room temperature rose  suddenly, and a voice—velvety, mocking—drifted from the shadows.

"Are you really trying to lock me out, darling?"

Agatha spun on her heel, eyes narrowing as Rio materialized from the dim light, her form graceful and unhurried, as though she had always been there, waiting. Her long, dark hair shimmered like molten ink, framing a face that radiated mischief. She wore a loose-fitting silk robe that clung to her curves in all the right places, exuding an effortless seduction that made Agatha’s pulse quicken against her will.

"I’m impressed," Rio continued, stepping closer, her fingers trailing along the edge of Agatha’s desk. "Even with your powers diminished, you’ve still got some fight left in you." She flashed a wicked grin. "But we both know this won’t hold me for long."

Agatha clenched her jaw, ignoring the wave of heat that stirred in her belly at Rio’s proximity. "You have no idea who you’re dealing with."

Rio raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? And what exactly are you going to do?" Her voice dripped with amusement as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Agatha’s ear. "You can’t resist me. You’ve already tasted what I can offer, haven’t you?"

Agatha shoved away, trying to put as much distance between the two them as possible. She hated how Rio’s presence seemed to unravel her control, inch by inch, with every teasing word. Her magic flared, a pulse of anger that briefly lit the room in a soft glow. But Rio only smiled wider, as if she was enjoying the show.

"Your little spell might keep me at bay for now," Rio purred, stepping back and surveying the chalk markings on the floor. "But you and I both know I’ll find a way around it. I always do."

Agatha’s fingers twitched, the urge to lash out with magic rising within her. But she knew better. She had to keep her composure. Succubi thrived on chaos, on raw emotion. If she let Rio feed on her frustration, her lust, her need for control—it would only strengthen her.

Instead, Agatha forced herself to breathe, to center herself. She folded her arms, narrowing her gaze at Rio.

"What do you want, Vidal?" she asked, voice low and dangerous. "You’ve had your fun. You’ve toyed with me. Now state your terms, or get the hell out."

Rio’s smile didn’t falter. In fact, it seemed to grow even more playful, as if she was pleased with Agatha’s directness.

"You summoned me, darling," she said, casually running her fingers through her hair as she paced about the room. "You called to me with that little ritual of yours, and now, I’m here. To serve you, to fulfill your deepest desires."

Agatha snorted, her eyes rolling. "I didn’t summon you to be my lapdog."

"Oh, I know," Rio said with a wink. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you need me."

Agatha took a step forward, her patience wearing thin. "I don’t need you. I can fix this on my own."

Rio tilted her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Oh, sweet Agatha. You’re powerful, yes, but even you can’t reclaim your magic alone. Not without help."

Agatha paused, her gaze flickering with doubt for just a moment. Rio saw it—sensed it—and moved in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I can make you strong again," Rio murmured. "Stronger than before. With me, you could take back everything Wanda took from you. And more."

Agatha’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest. It was a tempting offer, no doubt. To have her power back—all of it. To feel the weight of the magic coursing through her veins again, to command the world with a flick of her wrist. To never feel weak again.

But there was a cost. There always was.

"You think I don’t know your game?" Agatha’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of desire. "You’re a parasite. You feed on power, on control. You want me desperate, dependent. And I won’t give you that satisfaction."

Rio’s expression shifted, her playful demeanor slipping just slightly. "I don’t need you desperate," she said, her voice softening, almost sincere. "I just need you to want it."

Agatha’s eyes hardened, the moment of temptation passing. She shook her head, stepping back and glaring at the succubus.

"Leave," she commanded, her voice cold. "I’ll deal with you on my own terms. Not yours."

Rio studied her for a moment, her gaze lingering on Agatha’s face, searching for something. Finally, she sighed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"As you wish, darling," she said, turning away with a graceful flick of her hair. "But you know where to find me when you change your mind."

And with that, Rio vanished, leaving the room colder and quieter than before.

Agatha stood in the silence, her mind racing. She had won this round—but she knew it wouldn’t be the last. The succubus was patient, and Agatha could feel the weight of her own desire gnawing at the edges of her control.

She would have to be careful, this was only the beginning.

Agatha stood still, the echo of Rio's final words lingering in the air like the scent of smoldering incense. Her room felt unnervingly empty now, and yet, the weight of the succubus's presence remained, pressing against her like a too-heavy cloak. She exhaled sharply, her pulse still racing. Rio’s offer hung in her mind, teasing, prodding at her insecurities, whispering promises of power she desperately craved.

She clenched her fists, the dull pain from the claw marks still burning on her thigh. Agatha Harkness, for centuries in control of herself and her power, felt more vulnerable now than she had in decades.

How had it come to this?

The words of Rio Vidal, smooth and seductive, replayed in her mind. "With me, you could take back everything Wanda took from you. And more."

The offer was clear: strength, magic—everything she had lost. Everything Wanda had stripped from her when she’d been left a hollowed-out version of herself. She had tried to suppress that yearning, that desperate need for power, but it was there. It had always been there, gnawing at her since the moment Westview had crumbled and she was left powerless, stranded in a reality where her once-great magic was little more than a flicker.

And now, Rio knew. The succubus could sense it as easily as a predator sniffing out blood. Agatha hated that, hated being read so easily. She felt exposed to the demon in every sense of the word. But she hated something else even more: the truth behind Rio’s words. Without Wanda’s interference, Agatha would never have been in this position. She had been on the verge of something great before it had all come crashing down.

The bitterness welled up inside her, pushing the ache in her thigh further from her mind. She didn’t need Rio. Not like this.

But she couldn't deny that the temptation lingered.

Shaking her head, Agatha paced the room, trying to clear the fog the succubus had left in her wake. Every step sent a reminder of the throbbing wounds still etched into her skin. That succubus had marked her—claimed her, almost. And Agatha wasn’t sure if it was out of possessiveness, amusement, or something deeper. Perhaps Rio saw something vulnerable in Agatha that she had buried even from herself.

Her vision blurred slightly as her focus drifted, thoughts swirling in her mind like a storm. She had survived too much, endured too many battles, to let a creature like Rio Vidal pull her down into a pit she couldn’t crawl out of. The succubus’s words were enticing, yes, but she knew the truth behind those seductive promises: it was a trap. Power always came at a cost, and Agatha had spent centuries paying that price.

She turned from the mirror, her steps resolute as she crossed back toward the circle of protection she had crafted on the floor. The sigils still glowed faintly, a reminder that her magic, while diminished, wasn’t entirely gone. She wasn’t powerless. Not yet.

With a deep breath, Agatha knelt and began to reinforce the spell, tracing over the chalk marks with careful precision. Her mind wandered as she worked, thinking back to Rio’s smile, the way the demon had so easily taunted her, pushed her to the brink of wanting. She would need to be stronger if she was going to resist Rio’s influence. Stronger and smarter. 

Finishing the last mark on the floor, Agatha stood and surveyed her work. The protection spell would hold—at least for now. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be enough to keep Rio at bay forever. Succubi had a way of finding cracks in the strongest defenses, slipping through the smallest weaknesses.Her fingers twitched with the urge to summon more power, to strengthen her defenses further, but she knew that pushing her magic too hard would leave her more vulnerable. She needed to conserve what little she had left.

A small part of Agatha feared that if Rio returned, she wouldn’t be able to resist. You’re a parasite, Agatha had told her, her voice sharp, filled with certainty. You feed on power, on control. But the truth was, Agatha wasn’t so different. She had always craved power. And now with so little of it left, she was more vulnerable than ever to someone like Rio, someone like herself.

Agatha closed her eyes and exhaled, her mind steadying. She had faced worse than Rio Vidal in her long life. This was just another challenge, another obstacle. And she would handle it—on her own terms. But even as she stood there, preparing for whatever came next, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Rio’s eyes on her, watching her every move and waiting to strike at her weakest.

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Her dream that night began like so many others, softly at first, with whispers of familiarity. Agatha found herself in an endless field of lavender, the wind brushing through the flowers in waves, carrying a sweet, intoxicating scent. It was peaceful—a momentary reprieve from the chaos of her waking life. But beneath the tranquility, there was an energy, a heat that simmered just out of sight, growing stronger with each breath she took.

Agatha moved through the lavender, her fingers grazing the tops of the flowers, but the farther she walked, the more the scene began to change. The air thickened, the sky dimmed, and a warmth spread through her body, not unpleasant but alarming in its intensity. She tried to shake off the feeling, to focus on the beauty of the field, but her mind betrayed her, drawing her toward the warmth instead of away from it.

The landscape blurred, the lavender wilting into darkness. Agatha felt her pulse quicken, her senses sharpen. And then, she saw her.

Rio Vidal emerged from the shadows like a flame licking the edges of Agatha’s subconscious. Her silhouette was illuminated by a low, flickering light, the curves of her body highlighted by the silken fabric that clung to her skin. The succubus’ eyes gleamed with mischief as she approached.

Agatha tried to pull back, tried to force herself awake, but her body refused to obey. The warmth that had been creeping over her flared into something more potent, more primal, as she felt Rio’s familiar tug.

“Dreaming of me, already?” Rio’s voice was a soft purr, rich with amusement. She circled Agatha slowly, her fingertips barely grazing the witch’s skin, sending sparks of sensation across her body.

Agatha shuddered as Rio’s touch moved lower, teasing at the edges of her awareness, blurring the lines between dream and reality. She felt herself leaning into the touch despite her resistance, her mind clouded with desire that she couldn’t control. Agatha’s throat went dry, and for a moment, she was trapped in Rio’s gaze, lost in her magnetic pull. The air around them thickened, charged with unspoken desire and the promise of something far more dangerous. Agatha opened her mouth to speak, to demand that Rio leave her dreams, but the words never came. Instead, Rio leaned in, her lips brushing Agatha’s just lightly enough to leave her wanting more. Agatha’s control slipped, her hands moving toward Rio’s waist as though they had a will of their own.

Before she could touch her, before she could give in completely, Agatha felt a sharp pain in her thigh—the same place where Rio had marked her the night before. The jolt snapped her back to herself, just as the dream began to unravel.

The lavender field vanished, the warmth faded, and Agatha awoke in a cold sweat, her heart hammering in her chest.

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Agatha sat up, wiping the moisture from her forehead. The marks on her thigh were still there, vivid against her skin. More pressing, though, was the ache between her legs as she remembered the feeling of Rio’s lips against hers. She gritted her teeth, frustrated at how easily Rio could infiltrate her dreams, how helpless she felt against the succubus’s influence. With a groan she rolled out of bed and stood, forcing herself into her morning routine.

The rest of the day passed with a sort of strained calm. She spent hours poring over her ancient tomes, searching for anything that could help her regain her power—or at least keep Rio at bay. The candlelight flickered beside her as she turned the pages, her fingers trailing over spells she hadn’t used in centuries, some so old they had been forgotten by most witches. Nothing seemed useful, binding spells, protective charms, sigils for control—she’d tried them all. Agatha leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a dull headache set in. Wanda had stripped her of so much, and without the Darkhold, she was grasping at the few remnants of magic she had left.

She needed more power. Real power. And Rio’s offer still lingered in her mind, tempting her with every passing minute.

“No,” Agatha muttered to herself, shaking her head as though to clear it. She couldn’t trust Rio. Whatever she was offering, there would be a price—one that Agatha wasn’t willing to pay.

She closed the book in front of her with a sigh and stood, stretching her stiff muscles. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the room in deep shadows. For the first time that day, Agatha allowed herself to relax, believing she had some respite from Rio’s influence. The succubus hadn’t shown up all day, and the wards around her home seemed to be holding. Maybe she had won a small victory, if only for now.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the temperature in the room rose. Agatha stiffened, her senses immediately on high alert. She turned, and there, in the corner of the room, Rio materialized from the darkness.

“You didn’t really think I’d stay away, did you?” Rio’s voice was as smooth as silk, her figure emerging with that same effortless grace. She smiled as she stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Agatha’s heart sank. Of course, it had been too easy.

“What do you want now?” Agatha growled, trying to mask the rush of heat that Rio’s presence always seemed to bring.

Rio chuckled softly, her fingers brushing over one of the books Agatha had left open. “Still searching for a way to regain your power, I see.” She glanced up, her smile widening. “You won’t find it in there, darling.”

Agatha crossed her arms, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from where Rio’s robe dipped at her chest and meet her gaze.  “And I suppose you know where I can find it?”

Rio took a step closer, her expression shifting from playful to serious. “I do, actually. But you won’t like the answer.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

Rio’s eyes flickered with something darker, more intense. She leaned in, and whispered almost mockingly in a sing-song voice. “I can help you get your power back, Agatha. All of it. More than you’ve ever had before.”

Agatha’s pulse quickened, the temptation curling around her like a vice. She wanted it—God, she wanted it—but she couldn’t ignore the warning bells ringing in her mind.

“There’s a catch,” she said flatly, her tone guarded.

Rio’s smile returned, though it was softer this time, almost sympathetic. “Of course there is. But it’s nothing you can’t handle.” She reached out, brushing her long nails along Agatha’s arm in a gesture that sent a shiver down the witch’s spine. “All I need is your trust.”

Agatha stepped back, narrowing her eyes. “And why the hell should I trust you?”

Rio’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something dangerous. “I’m offering you exactly what you want, Agatha. Power. Control.”

“And what do you get out of it?” Agatha demanded, her voice rising in suspicion.

Rio’s smile widened, her gaze locking onto Agatha’s. “I get you.”

Agatha's breath caught in her chest, fear rising in the pit of her stomach. She recognized the look in Rio’s eyes, the hunger for someone who knows you have complete control over their desires. She had seen the look in Rio’s eyes reflected in her own many times before.

Rio stepped closer, her voice low and seductive. “Think about it, Agatha. You don’t have to make a decision right now. But the clock is ticking, and every day you wait, you lose more of yourself.”

Agatha stared at Rio, her mind torn between the danger of the offer and the overwhelming desire to be whole again. The silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

Rio leaned in ever so slightly, bringing her lips yet again to Agatha's ear. “I’ll be waiting,” she whispered, and planted a feather-light kiss on her cheek before disappearing into the shadows once more.

Agatha’s skin burned ever so slightly where Rio had kissed her, and as she raised her hand to her cheek she let out a soft groan. Pain was unfamiliar to her still, and the way it danced on her skin paired with the need for Rio’s touch sent electricity straight to her core. Agatha knew this torture was only the beginning, but already she could feel the frustration from Rio’s teasing touch being to take a toll on her body. The worst part was that she knew she couldn’t act on it. Leaning into the sexual desire brought on by the succubus only feeds its power, even if you aren’t reliving that desire through direct contact with the demon. She lets out a long, slow breath and decides what would be best now is to take a very long, very hot shower.

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