I finished my fan fiction 🥰🥰🥰 For anyone who wants to read it, I'll post links so they can do it in order/more easily. Obviously, it's a work forbidden to minors, and I strongly advise against reading it. I'm not a native speaker, so please be patient...
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Post by @cristalbeesnow · 1 image · 💬 3 🔁 1 ❤️ 5 · and now... my idea (I was supposed to write it tomorrow but the plans
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Henry wakes up and starts wondering if you were chosen for
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You've never slept so well after se
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Post by @cristalbeesnow · 1 image · 💬 5 🔁 1 ❤️ 6 · Part 35 violence typical of the canon , explicit sex🔞🔞🔞
You wake up e
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Post by @cristalbeesnow · 1 image · 💬 2 🔁 1 ❤️ 2 · Part 43 Soft descriptions of childbirth. Soft. But it's not for minors
But why do I have a fever of 102.5 degrees in the summer when it's 104 degrees when I've had nothing in the winter?! I'm hot. I'm cold. I'm sleepy. I'm hyperactive. I kick the covers off. I put them back on...
Tag NSFW/18+ sexual intercourse. Reference to alcohol abuse. Old minor character. Psychological manipulation.
You look at Kali, shocked, not believing your eyes. There is Kali behind the tickets and the photo? There she is behind that grotesque clock dirtying the mirror? The rebellious, independent Kali? You look at her, disappointed. You thought she was your friend. Of all the girls, she was the one you respected the most. “Why?” you ask her quietly. Kali shakes her head. “there is not me behind the tickets, y/n. Or at this,” she says, pointing to the mirror. You start to speak, surprised, but Kali beats you to it. "We're not a bunch of fools, y/n. We realized how you feel about Professor Creel. We were at the party too. While Antea was messing around and Kol was making a fool of himself as usual, I was not far away. I wanted to intervene and put Rabbit in his place, but Professor Creel beat me to it. I immediately understood what was happening. Why would a professor be at a university party? He's not friends with Klaus, and Klaus was very strict with his controls. Well, he thought he was stric . The party was a very mess " Kali suppresses a grimace. "How long has this been going on, y/n? A teacher doesn't save a student from a dangerous drug dealer if there's nothing between them. A teacher doesn't bribe a bouncer to get in because that's what happened for Eddie.How long have you been in a relationship? Lucas says recently. More than a month. " Your head is spinning and ready to explode. "Lucas?" you ask. Kali studies you intently. 'Lucas, Max, Jane, Eddie... well, we've all been investigating these stupid writings ever since you got one at Arcadia. You don't know it, but Will found one in the designs for Romeo and Juliet's costumes, and Nancy found one on your desk, carved into the wood. That's why it have a mark. Because I scratched it off. Some idiot knows about you and Creel and wants to frame you. It's not Billy, Max has been stalking him. His brother wants you as a trophy, but he's a more direct type. Nancy is controlling Krissy and her pack of henchmen. But we can't frame her.'You look at the punk girl in amazement. "But why? I mean, why spy on me?" Kali puts her hands in her pockets. "Because everyone likes you and you're doing something stupid that could compromise your future and that of Professor Creel. You're both good people and you don't deserve to be ruined. Y/N? Wait a few years. Then you'll graduate and you can be with him if you still want to. The future is full of possibilities." You look at her sadly. "He might not want me anymore in a few years. You never know what life has in store for you." And you know it all too well. "If he doesn't wait for you, it wasn't true love. You know that, right? What are you afraid of?" "Of everything. You're afraid of everything. But you don't want to tell a brave girl like Kali." "Of time. Of the unpredictability of life. Of..." You don't say that name. You don't want to bring bad luck on yourself by summoning a ghost. "We... we can't wait. Haven't you ever been in love, Kali?" The girl blushes. "Yes, but he doesn't want me," she says bluntly, and you don't know who she's referring to. But you're nobody to intrude on his privacy. "If you can't resist, be careful. We've got your back, even though I personally find it stupid and risky. You're playing with fire. There are so many of us, but we couldn't intercept all the messages," says Kali, grimly.
All the messages . So someone, maybe krissy or maybe another of her henchmen, is behind it all. "But why doesn't he just blackmail or accuse?" Kali is looking at you. "Interesting question. Dustin raised it too. We think it's some sort of twisted game to see exactly when you'll break down. Whoever's behind this is a psychopath. Be careful if you really want to have this relationship." That's when you decide to express that doubt. "Kali... was Dr. Brenner at the party?" you ask. kali shakes her head. "And why would he? He's a doctor who thinks he's God on earth. Why attend a college party? No, Brenner had no reason to show up at that party. Why are you asking me?" you decide to let go of those ridiculous doubts." like that. "A dark silence falls over both of you. "Be careful y/n. In every sense," he says then leaves before you can ask what he meant by his words.The morning is boring. Potter calls you to the blackboard to do a version of which you can't guess a word, at least until Nancy suggests it. Seeing some words in the right place, Potter realizes someone is trying to cheat him and catches Nancy in the act. You both get demerit marks. You don't care. You suck at Latin and are in a lot of trouble. After the school , you all go out for ice cream together. It's there, under the napkin, that you find the first petal. He drew with the pen a little sun. His car. With the excuse of going to the bathroom, you leave the club, but the look on your friends' faces makes you realize they know exactly where you're going. Kali is serious. Nancy is worried. Robin is curious. But you know they'll cover you even if you're playing with fire.As soon as you're outside, you look around and notice Henry's blue car parked a little out of the way. You smile, then discreetly slip off your panties, taking advantage of the fact that no one is around and you're in a somewhat secluded spot. Then you get in the car and there he is, handsome as a Greek god. "Has anyone seen you?" You bite your lip. "No one. Henry... my friends know. They know about us and they're..." Henry concludes for you. " they are intercepting the threatening notes. I know. Steve came personally to tell me. He spilled the beans and told me as if we were even, to be careful not to ruin our lives and, well... to take care of you, if I really want to take that risk. I think those guys have it in their heads that they're our protectors. I can't tell you if I'm more relieved or amazed. Anyway, let's go, y/n. Let's go somewhere more private. I think you'll like it. I loved it as a kid," he says softly, blushing.
Henry drives for half an hour, taking you just outside the city. Eventually, he parks in front of a lake surrounded by weeping willows. He gets out of the car then, like a man from another era, comes to open your door. You get out and look around while a light breeze caresses your loose hair. You observe every detail of that magical place, the atmosphere, the scent of wildflowers and you find it perfect. "Henry! This is a dream! How did you discover this place?" you ask him. Henry goes to the trunk and pulls out a tablecloth with red and white squares. "My parents often came here with Alice and me for fantastic picnics. My father was sober and not yet an alcoholic. It was a beautiful time." So you want to have a picnic?" you ask him. You've never participated in anything like this. For your perfect parents it was a poor man's activity and you've never had any friends in Miami to share this experience with. You help Henry arrange the various foods. Cookies, sweets, sandwiches, pizzas, iced tea, then you sit down and eat while chatting. "I've never had a picnic, Henry," you say relaxed when you've finished eating. You're both lying on the tablecloth looking at the blue sky with clouds that look like whipped cream. "I know. I read it in those documents," he says softly. Those documents that analyzed you like a lab rat. "But they're just written. I'm telling you, y/n, that I'll give you every experience you've never had. Let's make a bucket list," he suggests. You immediately have ideas. "I want to look at the sky studded with stars. I want to go to the beach and make love on the shore, with the waves caressing our bodies. I want to go to the amusement park and I want to see Paris. I want going to a masquerade ball with you and going to the movies without seeing a single frame. I want... everything I've never been able to have with anyone else and I want it with you, Henry. Only with you," you say, then you straddle him. Henry's eyes widen when he feels you have no panties on. "Y/N, how long..." but you don't let him speak. You smile mischievously. "Since I got in the car," you say. This seems to turn him on quite a bit. He grabs your hips possessively.
You lean towards his face and kiss his lips, laughing. "Don't be so impatient, Henry Creel. Haste doesn't suit a good professor. Be patient." You say and undo the top of your dress. You're not wearing a bra underneath. "Y/N..." Henry whimpers as you start rubbing yourself on his clothed cock. You feel it getting harder and harder, only then do you start to slow down your movements. "Do you want me to make you feel good, Henry Creel?" You ask, horny like you've never been. "Yes, y/n, please," Henry whimpers. Extremely slowly, you undo his pants and pull out his already hard cock. Then you line it up between your folds and lower yourself until he fills you. Then you start to ride him. First slowly, then furiously. Henry facilitates your movements, helping you move on his pelvis. You observe him. His cheeks are red , his hair is messy, his lips are parted. You let yourself go, moaning until Henry comes inside you. Then you collapse, panting and satisfied. Half naked. Happy. Complete. Henry caresses your hair affectionately. "You are everything I desire, Y/N. Everything I need," he says. You lean towards him. "You too, Henry Creel. You are the exact center of my universe." Then you start getting dressed. You don't realize that someone has seen everything. A gray, anonymous car starts up and drives away without a sound, taking with it the silent witness of your love.
so kali is not guilty and the group is trying to protect the love between y/n and henry even if many do not agree with the relationship, seeing it as dangerous
The picnic scene was originally supposed to be in the Mister Whatsit fan fiction, but there was no way to include it, and it certainly wouldn't have been this sweet.🤣😅
if tumblr was an online game i’d run my character up to your character and spam the jump button and do backflips and frontflips over your character’s head to show you i’m excited to see you on the dash
true, the others are still just fighting. sure, we're disappointed and hurt by what they did to henry, but we responded to that pain and disappointment with imagination. with fan art. fan fiction. we reconstructed the story they ruined. plus we'll have the pro shot and the tfs comic🥰 (I don't think there are any merch.. not many..* even if they do anything for money. If it's a profit, they do it*. but you can never tell) and jamie??? he's getting so much🥰🥰🥰🥰 so while the others are fighting... we live in our world that we created, rewriting/deleting/ignoring the terrible 5th season....
Getting books about them for him, wandering around to find spiders to give to him
Him giving you books about your interest, for me it’s bugs
Seeing the comfort he feels with spiders as he holds one, letting it crawl across his hand.
Henry isn’t exactly very expressive, and if it is it’s mostly for show. But you’ve learned to see the signs, learn the real from the fake. The way his eyes soften slightly, his shoulders less tense, all this time with him and you’ve picked up these little things.
He’s learnt about you as well, though you were never very skilled at shielding your emotions, he knows when to hold you, how to comfort you, and he will gladly do so.
Tag NSFW/18+ Gothic elements and atmospheres. Forbidden love. Obsessed love
Claudian (De Raptu Proserpinae) " Why, oh cruel ruler of the shades, do you want to bring spring into your sad kingdoms? The girl is not made for the silence of your night."
Here is the second part of Incubus, as promised
Nights follow one another. Night after night after night, the nightmare beyond the mirror claims the girl he has designated as his equal, crossing the veil that separates the two worlds. Yours worlds is all light and corrupted, his worlds is pure, seductive darkness. Every night the monster comes to claim his mortal bride, his soulmate, his Proserpina. Every night the mysterious Nosferatus comes to claim, with a kiss as cold as the cruelest of winters, you among a thousand others, the one who will complete him in his entirety. Every night his monstrous hands part your hair, travel your body with slow, barely perceptible caresses that hint at a forbidden pleasure in the slow, decadent embrace of a darkness worse than death. Because this is the price that nightmare creature demands to unite you with him, your very soul. And you... oh how sweet and seductive and sinful the very thought of giving in to such a dark desire! How strong in your very soul is the desire to unite with the monster forever, to give in to him, only to him, his lover and wife, his queen in the darkness of a thousand and a thousand nights. It's madness. It's abandoning yourself to a nightmare. But then, we all walk between madness and sanity, between nightmare and dream, between light and darkness. You are only choosing a long, starless night by his side, bartering your own soul. You, Proserpina, have chosen your king of the underworld. You did it willingly. And he knows this.
The child who was forgotten in the darkness of a dark and perverse attic, the boy tortured in an antiseptic laboratory worthy of the worst horror film, the man once angelic and then irremediably corrupted, awaits you beyond the mirror , in non-human form in his kingdom. monstrous in appearance, a worthy heir of Lucifer, once second only to God, perfect in his beauty, then a fallen angel reduced to a delusional nightmare. To a monster. To the king of hell. He too, had once been human. He too, had once been beautiful. Now... his mortal body has genetically mutated, become something else, in a primordial fall caused not by God, but by a little girl. A little girl both his equal and his enemy. A little girl who marked his downfall.Would you have fallen in love with the perfect angel who walked the corridors of Brenner's kingdom, subdued and broken? Would you have loved the awkward Henry Creel, a lonely, strange boy, despised by his own family?Would you have loved the little , stupid child, no one was afraid of? Manipulable? So easy to hurt, deep down? No, perhaps you would have been seduced by the angelic beauty of the Oderlier. But not by the ridiculous little nerd. A pathetic boy who would become a pathetic man. No, you are made of darkness, just like him. You are night, like him. You are a broken soul in love with the dark. Like him, and like him, you love the perverse beauty of a dying flower.
Lying on your white organza bed, so like a princess's, you know the monster will come sooner or later to claim his virgin bride. You know that sooner or later he will come for you, and the clock of your life in the world of light will stop. You wait for him with bated breath every single night. Every night, with half-closed eyes, you spy his beauty, his inhuman perversion, partially hidden by your lashes. You look at him, illuminated by the cold rays of the waning moon. Inhuman. With flayed leathery skin and icy, unnatural blue eyes. Was he ever human, or was he born from the world of nightmares? You don't know. You don't care. You study every detail of his body, every shade of his skin. You listen to the timbre of his baritone voice as he promises you the whole world. A perfect world, bent at your feet. You just have to let go of your humanity and follow him into the dark night. You're ready. There's nothing holding you back here. "On the third night from now, you will be mine. After the twelve strokes of midnight, I will come to take you. You will join me as my immortal bride. In three nights, I will come to take what is mine." A statement. Not a question. You never had a chance. You were chosen by the nightmare. By the night. By the grim reaper.And you know it. You've always known it in your heart. You've always wanted it. You know that your destiny is intertwined with his.
Even now in the secret of your room with your eyes half-closed, partially hidden by your lashes, you study his body. You study his leathery, inhuman skin, you look at his body illuminated by a waning moon. You focus on every single detail of your monster. The color of his skin. The unnatural blue of his eyes. You should be afraid of him, but you never have been. You are perversely attracted to him. You always have been. His equal. You have always loved the night, you have always loved the silence. You have always loved the beauty of a dying day. Of a fading flower. You have always loved forgotten things, beautiful in the splendor of death. You always loved the flowers placed on the hard tombstone. You have always been drawn to the dark. And he knows this. He looks at you there, lying on the bed with your chest rising and falling. Then he leans over you. His icy lips rest on yours, but this time it's different. This time it's not just a kiss on the lips. This time it's hunger. The monster holds you close and his mouth devours yours and his hand caresses your soft skin. You feel something all too similar to desire tingling you. Perverse. Dark. Forbidden. Yours. You find yourself returning the kiss of the nightmare being who chose you. You cling to his inhuman body, longing to merge with him, to be his in every way possible.
His. His to the core. His in a perverse way. Forbidden. The girl who chose the night. The monster who chose to pick the most beautiful flower in the forbidden garden. The fallen angel who leads a pure soul to damnation. But you have never been pure deep down. You have always loved a starless night. Finally, the kiss ends. Your monster watches you there, sitting on the unmade sheets, with your hair disheveled, your shirt crumpled. Full of desire for him. Forbidden. Decadent. Unnatural. Perverse. The girl who loves the vampire who came to take her. The girl who decides to give in to the most forbidden and dark desire of the night. The girl chosen by the dark god who claimed her. The girl who accepts the darkness. The mortal girl... and the god of the underworld.The monster caresses you with a finger as cold as his lips were. Cold as the tombstone, like the ice of hell where Lucifer is stuck. It travels your cheek, your mouth, your collarbone until it stops at your heart. "Mine" he says only. "Yours" you reply, sealing your pact with the underworld. Now you are united. Now you have made an agreement. "In three nights I will come to take you and you will be my bride" a sentence not a question. Your heart beats fast and your sinful femininity pulses. Desire. Forbidden. You have never truly had a choice but this. Or maybe you did? Was there ever a moment when you could have turned back, to the light of the living? The monster disappears into the darkness before the night dies destroyed in a glorious day.
Then you understand.You never had a choice. You were claimed by the night and your destiny has always been intertwined with his. His bride. His queen. His equal. You've already eaten your pomegranate, and you did it spontaneously. You no longer belong to them, but to him. But maybe you always have. Each of us has a shadow. You just chose to abandon yourself to yours.
