Red Riter

Welcome to my personal escape.

[red-riter]

Fandom List

MASTERLIST

These are most of my main fandoms, I should be able to write for most of the characters here.

For alan and geoffrey, i can write all of their characters, i think so at least.

If you don’t see a fandom here but want to request anyway, please do, who knows, I may know it/ be into it/get into it :)

For fandoms I’ve forgotten I’ll add them under this:

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Joker (2019)

Jeffrey dean Morgan

Stranger things

Twilight

Life is strange

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slowly working on the Kinktober lineup lists and banners, and the last 2 requests I have in my drafts, then the multichapters...

[red-riter]

[sardonicitrus]

ways to make your hot, older, ambitious boss want you forever:

1. piss her off on day 1

2. dress up hot

3. leave her after you peak in your career with her

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Title: Peep

ᯓ★ . 001 saw something he wasn't supposed to see...

Pairing: Henry '001' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, voyeurism, masturbation [001 and Reader]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Peep ✧ Tumblr ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 2.1k

001's feet took him, almost aimlessly, to one of the janitor's storage rooms. There was hardly ever such an occasion when 001 would be allowed to roam freely; in fact, such times never happened unless 001 made them happen. He took the liberty to step away from his duties for a while; nothing to be done which would deem him the necessary orderly.

Everything was quiet, in order. Papa wasn't there today; he was gone. That seldom happened, and because of that, the measures were more lenient. The other orderlies slacked, the guards were less vigilant, and the experiments were permitted to rest more than Papa would allow them. That didn't mean the place didn't retain its strictness, that sterile cold glow to it. Everything was unchanged, with the mere difference that for one day, Papa wasn't there to exert his influence.

And besides, there was something more important that 001 was concerned with other than lingering alongside the other orderlies during this shift. Earlier in the day, he heard from another orderly that during the morning checkup, you had been 'misbehaving'. The brash manner in which he referred to you irked 001, but he was content to have at least heard something about you. He intended to visit you regardless, but this information had worked in his favour, and so, as soon as the chance allowed it, he disappeared from sight and began to walk aimlessly. He wasn't sure where you'd be, the measures being less strict that day, and so he counted more on a stroke of luck.

At first luck, then intuition, and lastly, signs.

It was by happenstance that he took the corridor he did; then he had a feeling that he should keep walking ahead. Then the signs didn't fail to show: at first, a soft shuffle, a rustling sound from the side that perked his ears and caused his head to turn ever so lightly to that side, observing the only possible location from which the sound could be coming. His brow furrowed as he squinted, trying to see the door better. Not that he didn't already know this place by heart, every single corridor and door inscribed in his mind after these years like the patterns on his hands. He focused his eyes, perhaps trying to detect any motions, but he was still too far away for that.

"Hmm..."

A soft sigh fell from his lips as his steps lightened their weight, causing less and less sound despite approaching the janitor's storage room. The whole deal was curious, because 001 knew this floor's section was not supposed to have the janitor working at this hour. It was a more private section, and the man would only come to claim his supplies at 8 P.M. and return them before the clock struck midnight. An odd schedule, but Papa chose it so, for it granted this section a privacy that could prove necessary. But now? Papa wasn't here... and neither should the janitor be.

001 stopped when his feet were by the door and turned to look on either side of the corridor. Where he came from, he was confident nobody would be following, and from the opposite side, he was quite certain nobody had access, so if anyone was to come, it had to be from the direction he also did. With that in mind, 001 closed his eyes for a moment and allowed his hearing to focus on the strange sounds coming from inside the storage room.

Those weren't sounds of cleaning, or replacing supplies, not even organising them. There was something about the sounds that caused 001 to feel his heart rate increase for no particular reason, other than apprehension as he focused on them. His breath was hitched in his throat, listening with so much focus that when at last an identifiable sound came, he released the breath he was holding as a shuddered sigh.

He recognised the sound, a moan.

It was quiet, barely distinguishable had he not been paying extreme attention. But more importantly, it wasn't a moan of pain or effort; it was clearly one that betrayed a certain kind of enjoyment. He heard a story that Papa punished a nurse and an orderly for being caught acting improperly with each other during their shared shift; was this the case now too? Had he stumbled into impropriety? But he was certain there was only one source... And he feared that he might have recognised the timbre as being yours.

He swallowed heavily, his hand clutching the doorframe's slightly protruding side, listening, not bold enough to peek through the barely visible crack. That slit between the door and its frame was enough to give him a peek into what was taking place, a revealing yet frightening possibility that 001 delayed for a moment longer, listening closer, ear nearly pressed into the door but without moving it. His left hand was clutching so tightly that his veins were showing by now, and his fingers began to tense with cramps. But he didn't move an inch, almost glued to that spot.

Then he heard it again.

This time he was certain it was you, for it was more than a simple quiet moan this time; you had spoken one word. A shuddered fuck, followed by another moan. Now, had there been someone with you, surely he'd hear them. But no matter how focused he was, he couldn't hear anybody else.

His mind raced to what the other orderly said about your misbehaving. Had you been agitated because you were eager to meet up with someone? That was unlikely, but maybe you were eager to be alone with yourself. That was more plausible... You had been misbehaving because you were yearning for this alone time. The idea was dangerously thrilling, and 001 felt his own heart race at the thought that he could watch. All he had to do was move just a few inches, and his eye would be blessed with it.

With his hand clinging to the frame, he slid those few inches to the side, cocking his head so his eye was right at that slit, able to peek inside. He knew the outline of that storage room, knew that he'd see you fully, because there was a sort of seat that the janitor would sometimes use to take a nap on when he was slacking. Not comfortable by any means, but enough to provide the space you needed for this. The sight, as he had expected, was just that. A dimly lit storage room that reeked of cleaning supplies, and that seat with you on it, your head thrown back and your shoulder moving at a pace that told 001 all he needed to know.

At first he leaned away, closing his eyes, almost frightened by what he had seen. Was he shy? No... certainly not. Was he prudish? That wasn't it either. What 001 was, was aroused. His eyes opened, and he glanced down at his own trousers; the neat white pants held up with his black belt were no longer neat and straight, but painfully caging his forming erection. His arousal was undeniable; how could he not be when he saw you touching yourself? And yet, he only saw the hints of it; he saw no skin... But he didn't need to. The sight of your head back with your hand clearly between your legs. He saw your shoulder roll with rhythmic movements, which gave his imagination the fuel it needed.

001 bit back on the grunt that almost escaped him as he returned to his peeping spot. The image had remained unchanged, perhaps with the small difference that now your jaw seemed tight, and you appeared a bit more tense, perhaps close? 001's right hand slid down to his trousers, instinctively cupping his bulge, pressing his palm on it. He didn't know if he should give in, so he didn't do anything but hold his hand almost as if to cover his own shameful erection.

"Fuck"

Your cussing made 001's cock twitch inside his trousers, and he pressed forth, moving his hips forward into his hand, grounding himself in it. The friction made his eyes fall shut for a second, trying to control his own need to moan, to keep his cover from being blown. His lips parted, and he let out the quietest sigh, eyes returning to you. Your facial expressions as you gave yourself pleasure led to 001's hand to fumble with the button of his trousers, and to clumsily take himself out of them, hand wrapped around his size. It wasn't comfortable, but he was desperate. The slight gap in the trousers provided by the zipper that had been shoved down all the way was hardly desirable, the fabric getting in the way nonetheless. His boxers too... He had to awkwardly take himself out by pushing them aside, but the elastic material was trying to get to its initial shape and kept rubbing uncomfortably against his base.

But his mind was not on any of these things.

All he could think of was the sight of you, pleasuring yourself without knowing you were watched. 001 wondered, as his hand worked roughly, who was the lucky object of your affection. Who were you imagining for the entire day that you had been so eager to come here, to the point you misbehaved in front of the other orderlies? His fingers gripped tightly around his size, the motion rough, needy. He knew he would last for as long as you did, which, by the state he saw you in, wasn't going to be long.

001 relished the sight of your lips scrunching in pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut, your slight writhing in that seat, and his favourite, the occasional whimpers. He wanted to hear you moan a name, any name. 001 ached to know who was the lucky one, almost harbouring a hope it was going to be him. He yearned for it certainly, but he didn't allow himself to dream too much; now, with you here, there was a chance... meek, but there.

His dick twitched, his hand working faster, his eyes glancing down for a moment at himself, nearly cussing under his breath, seeing his tip leaking with precum on his hand and on the floor. His eyes returned to you, biting the inside of his cheek as he saw you arch, his hand quickening its pace once again.

You were close, so close. He could see it, feel it, smell it. It was inundating his senses, and he felt as if he would burst in any second.

Your arches were so inviting, so raw; your moans alike less timid, more into the moment. 001 felt he would cum any second now, stroking himself without even registering the motion as being that of his own hand.

"Peter..." Peter?

001 gasped audibly.

Not that name... How he wished he had heard Henry and yet, it was also one of his names. No other Peter orderly but him; that name haunted him, and yet, that meant it was him. You wanted him? Surely no other Peter was waiting outside for you, right? Right? He was the Peter you wanted. Wasn't he?

He felt a hot wave shoot through him. His whole body tensed and then jolted from the bliss of his orgasm, fucking into his hand as he rode the surges of it. Another warm sensation, this time in his hand as his cum pooled against the pale skin of his hand. Most of it made it into his cupped hand, but some had already seeped past his fingers, onto the floor and his trousers, dripping further down.

"Shit." "Who's there-"

001 backed away from the door, catching one last glimpse of you as you shot up and disappeared from sight, probably to get yourself dressed and look decent. He looked at his hand, grunting. He didn't want to ruin his pants, but he had no choice, as he wiped his hand on them and callously tucked his softening size back in his boxers and trousers, almost running off as he zipped them up, trying to disappear from sight. And for the most part he did, disappearing around the corner just as you pushed open the door of the janitor's storage room.

When you glanced outside, you didn't get to see anything, but heard the steps, the frightened, quick steps of someone who was getting away. 001 hid himself in one of the orderly rooms by himself, panting. He knew you must be aware someone had watched you; he only hoped that you were too intoxicated with pleasure in the aftermath of your climax to figure out that it had been his voice.

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[italymystery-swanqueen]

Paris

Nigel: "I knew it!"

ao3

[spectrestrings]

Title: Crack fic #1

ᯓ★ . Trust me, you won't expect what you're about to read.

Pairing: Skiff x f!Reader || Thomas the Tank Engine Warning: crackfic... I warn you, it's unexpected. All I can say is, forgive the poor rhyming and metre, I don't normally write this kind of stuff.

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Crack fic #1 ✧ Tumblr ₊⊹

word count: 800

SKIFF, Y/N, CAPTAIN JOE, THOMAS

[The lighthouse. Beside it, two sets of rails, one high upon the cliff, the other at its foot.] [Enter SKIFF on the lower rails, anxious.]

SKIFF:

However hard this task may prove to be, For Skiff, impossible it's not, he says! When Skiff has put his mind to fix one thing There's nothing that can slow Skiff in his way.

[SKIFF hears a distant whistle.]

Oh, quiet now... Skiff thinks he heard a sound. He knows! The one who made that sound is found. A little puff, a clatter then a clang, It must be Thomas, jolly little tank!

[THOMAS enters with Y/N.]

That's Thomas there, and Skiff was right to guess, Alone he came to shore, not with his friends. Now he departs... and who is left behind? What soul stands there above the cliff's high side?

[THOMAS departs. Y/N leans over the railing above.]

Oh goodness, Skiff's own mouth has told a lie! Is that...? Oh gracious... Skiff is struck quite high. That's Skiff's own light, the precious human, done! If legs he had, quickly Skiff would run! See how those eager feet come to the edge, That hand now waves to Skiff, his love he'd pledge! Skiff's hull compels him now to come at once. The rails beneath the railing, nothing stunts Him from his pursuit! She should count to one And glance below at him; he'll see it done.

[SKIFF comes beneath the cliff. Y/N looks at him below.]

Y/N:

Heavens, Skiff! I thought good Joe had kept you back To tend the lighthouse and to work the lamp, How glad my heart, how joyful now to find You waiting here, where I had hoped you'd had! Come, let me climb and join you by your side, Don't fret and hide, let love be our pride And we can sail away, just you and I, Into that darkened sea which ahead lie! Where Captain Joe can part us not again, Where you and I can in our pure love dwell.

[CAPTAIN JOE comes out of the lighthouse. He sees Y/N. SKIFF hides.]

CAPTAIN JOE:

Oh! What a delightful presence has just bestowed my eye! But come inside; don't hide! I called for you to give your thoughts upon The festive lights we've hung throughout Skiff's home For celebration! Yet you seem withdrawn. Your eyes keep wandering downward the cliff. Is there a sight below which caught your eye? Least your attention must I therefore buy!

[Y/N looks toward where SKIFF stood, but he is gone.]

Y/N:

Oh no! Good Joe, there's nothing but the waves. I found them pleasant with their pesky little raves! I watched them pass the time while pausing here Until you showed and shook me up, I fear!

[CAPTAIN JOE looks over the railing, then nods.]

CAPTAIN JOE:

I see! Then take one final look, and come. Unless you jump, though I'd suggest no swum Your work awaits, so linger here no more. For boats could show, and feisty hearts some bore; One just might steal you from the shore with ease, And save you not, for it so swiftly flees!

[CAPTAIN JOE goes into the lighthouse. SKIFF cautiously returns.]

SKIFF:

Oh, you must leave, and so must Skiff today, The Captain soon may turn, and look this way! Should he but see Skiff's post left all alone, Poor Skiff, his love, the cover's fully blown! But we shall meet again, of that be sure; For Skiff knows well this love can more endure! And Skiff will steal you from this lonely place, And with you drift where they won't swiftly trace.

Y/N:

Then by your promise I should make a vow, To wait my patient heart from this day now. Though now I leave, and grief my soul has torn, I'll wait for you till hope is once reborn. Farewell now! Be safe, my darling railboat! And may your timber never stop its float!

[Y/N follows CAPTAIN JOE into the lighthouse.]

SKIFF:

Skiff's Captain... oh, dear Captain, could not see The love that Skiff bears faithfully it be, A human and a boat, so strange, it's true; Yet Skiff knows love can still be born anew. What matter wood, or flesh, that's part of us, Why should so many make our love a fuss? Timber, flesh, these are but just a mere shell Within them where this sentiment would dwell! If only we could shed our shells like some Skiff knows we'd love again beyond our form! Farewell, sweet human. May we meet once more, And love should guide your footsteps to this shore. Now Skiff will dream, though fear grows in Skiff's heart But Skiff must leave, for he has done his part.

[Exit SKIFF.]

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Guess who wrote this yesterday + today while waiting for my MA interview [yesterday] and the results [today]? me. Still no results posted, apparently they come tomorrow ~.~

Romeo and Juliet x Thomas the Tank Engine.

[italymystery-swanqueen]

Eros and Psyche

The ultimate archetype of soulmates.

ao3

[spectrestrings]

I confirmed my spot in the MA, and now I'm out enjoying the rest of the day. Here's a cutesy kitty I found on my way.

I love orange cats so I had to share this.

[beautyofattolia]

[spectrestrings]

So... I got one of my articles/essays published in a literary magazine (for the first time). I'm actually in utter shock.

[kakoitobread]

Alright, you already know about Alcina Dimitrescu. But I have one more obsession...

Btw, I love reading your comments! Feel free to write something here

[spectrestrings]

UPDATE ON MULTICHAPTERS:

I haven't been writing but I have been thinking... (which is usually a terrible idea, I should be prevented from doing that too often.) Jokes aside... Below you will find a list of multichapter banners I made as well as 1-2 sentences to briefly hint at what it would be about. I haven't decided which I should start with yet...

(keep reading at your risk... a lot of stuff below)

Face-Off and Redeemed are two multichapter stories in 5 parts each (so relatively short ones).

Face-Off follows the Reader, the target of the Sykes, and how Caleb will have to make a choice: her or his family. Redeemed follows Caleb coming to terms with his own feelings: understanding them rather than letting his family tell him how he truly feels about the Reader.

Hiraeth is the one I am most excited to write because I am craving to turn myself into a bard and adapt my writing style to a medieval vibe.

Hiraeth: To ensure that Arthur will use his mind and heart to unite the clans, Merlin had a special helper. Thus this story will focus on the Reader's involvement in Arthur's life and on helping him bring the kingdom together. After all, it's not like Merlin could leave Arthur unsupervised.

Binding. Alexander Babtiste because honestly I love writing for underrated characters.

Binding: In this multichapter, the Reader seeks help with the occult, with a certain ritual, but Alexander Babtiste figures out he can toy around and make you pay up more than you planned to.

Trouvaille is a Theo Deschamps series with lots of smut because it's Theo Deschamps.

Trouvaille: This one will be an academic rivalry series, focused on how Theo went from being a kind of mean asshole to being enamoured with the Reader. Heavy on the academic rivalry.

Playwright… once again an underrated character I love to write for, Edward de Vere.

Playwright: focuses on Edward's growing interest in the Reader, how he comes to tutor her discreetly, and how he finds a secret about who she is and who she works for. Might or might not have Marlowe show up here.

A few extra banners:

These also have multichapters planned but I haven't developed the idea enough yet. So it's just an early preview...

Limerence: Caius Volturi x f!Reader | Twilight Voyage: Anthony Hope x f!Reader | Sweeney Todd Liaison: Sir John x f!Reader - this is 'possible' one. There will be a part 1 coming and if it's welcomed well, I will turn it into a multichapter later on. Strings: THIS ONE IS A SECRET ;3

Can you tell I love making banners? Anyway... if you got this far...

Which would you like to see first...

Face-Off | Caleb Sykes

Redeemed | Caleb Sykes

Hiraeth | Arthur Pendragon

Binding | Alexander Babtiste

Trouvaille | Theo Deschamps

Playwright | Edward de Vere/Young Earl Oxford

Voting ended onJul 10

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[spectrestrings]

Title: Kiss

ᯓ★ . Birthday surprise.

Pairing: Caius Volturi x f!reader || Twilight Warning: none(?) (Caius and Athenodora aren't a thing in this fic though) Surprise: @vampyxxxxx

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Kiss ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 2k

"Ah. Truly a shame."

You could tell Caius didn't quite care about what you were saying and, in fact, was doubting whether he had even been listening to you. Sure, he was there, but if anything, you felt as if he was looking through you, and that was not helpful. It irked you, but then again it wasn't as if Caius' stubborn, precarious disposition made him amiable or willing to apply himself to conversations he found unnecessary.

"Are you even listening to me?" "Hm?"

You stomped, as Caius leaned back in his seat, one leg thrown over the other, elbows prompted into the edges of his throne. The frustration he saw in you caused the faintest pleased, sadistic smile to form on his lips, to even earn a soft huff from him. You, however, found nothing amusing about this situation. About the fact you were telling him it was your birthday and his mind was clearly on something else.

"Even Aro and Marcus cared enough to understand this is important, but you of all pe-... vampires, won't. This is ridiculous. You know, I would've understood if Aro would've made a fuss when I asked him if he could leave us alone for today." You sighed, feeling your blood boiling. "You know it's my birthday."

Caius eyed you; despite the lazy uninterested demeanour he was presenting, he was in fact keenly observing your heated rush of accusations thrown at him. His tongue traced the inside of his lower row of teeth, a soothing gesture as he employed self-control. He was hot-headed, and he knew how feeble you were, how easily he could harm you had he allowed himself to play around with you properly. So his best way of entertaining himself was through angering you, so he could draw all of your strength out against him as a playful challenge.

"Irrelevant..." Caius sighed, leaning his head on his hand. "What is another year to one's existence?"

Then he grinned. Mockingly.

"Ah. That is right. To you, mortal, another year is... well... very relevant." "Yeah? You know what, if you're going to be acting like this, I might've as well stayed with the Romanian coven. At least they cared."

The vampire lifted his hips slightly, readjusting himself on his throne, uncrossing his legs and shoving himself up. The very mention of that sect was enough to break through his attitude. To truly anger him. He dashed over to you, towering over you, his eyes piercingly red as he glared. One hand had swiftly coiled its cold undead fingers around your neck, nostrils flared, lip twitching as he lifted you off the ground with ease, head cocked to the side.

"Unless you desire this to be the last of your years, I advise you not to speak of those imbeciles again in the presence of the Volturi." He employed his entire self-control in not snapping you like a twig, firstly because he had grown fond of you and disposing of you would've been regrettable and second of all because that was not the way of his name. He was a Volturi; thus his hot-headed behaviour shouldn't have threatened his principles. "And yet they cared."

Caius's lip twitched again.

"Meek mortal, you don't know a thing about caring. They celebrated your mortality. What is care in that? It's hypocritical and a mockery. For the immortal to cherish one who should die within the blink of an eye to them. What is a year to us?"

You brought your hands to the hand on your neck, trying to peel his grip off, but to no avail. If Caius didn't want to let go, he wouldn't. "You speak as if it aches you to know I'm keeping my mortality."

Caius hissed and brought you to his throne, forcing you to sit on it. His grip released from your neck.

"I have no care for your decision. I am not Aro. I don't understand why he should see you as an asset. I was against you from the very day he brought you here."

Caius wasn't lying, but neither was he telling the whole truth. It was true that he disliked the idea of having a mortal in his presence, but then when Aro proposed that they'd turn you and use your knowledge of the Romanian coven to their benefit, he became interested. At first, due to the sheer ruthlessness of the idea, but then, as you spent more and more time with them, there was something he began to feel. Maybe more, slightly more than his desire for sadistic destruction of what was left of the Romanian coven. Aro could always invoke that the rules had been broken when the Romanian coven had you in their care, thus motivating their attack.

But no.

Caius pushed down all sorts of affection that grew past that. You were a mortal, beautiful in your own way, yet until you'd accept being turned, he refused to see you as anything other than what you were. A tool.

At least that's what he told himself.

That's what he incessantly repeated to himself as he saw your affection for him grow. When his own desire to be around you increased. When he began to eagerly await the passing of those two years you had asked for before he was allowed to turn you.

One completed today.

One was left. One until Caius would not feel the gnawing anger at his own craving for you.

"You're lying." "Are you accusing the Volturi of lying?" "No. I am accusing you, Caius, of lying. I know you care about me, even if you're making a fuss about it."

Caius pinned you down, his hands on the armrests of the throne, trapping you between himself and the cold surface of the seat.

"Silence." "No, you have no power over me. I am not a vampire, and you're not allowed to hurt humans unless they pose some threat which... currently I don't."

Caius hissed.

"If you truly found me so despicable, why is it you weren't against my idea to tell Aro and Marcus to give us one day together?"

Caius would've blushed had he blood in him or circulation. Since he didn't... he became whiter.

"Amusement." "Stop lying to yourself. Centuries around this earth and you've no clue how to voice what you feel."

Caius gripped the armrests so tightly he nearly snapped them to splinters.

"Sile-"

But despite asking for silence, he had been the silenced one as your lips roughly pressed on his, hand gripping him by the lacy white adornment around his neck and tugging him in. Your strength was obviously not even close to being enough to make him budge. He leaned in willingly to deepen the kiss, driven by a dangerous mix of fierce lust and anger, that desire to dominate you and make you see he was right when all this was doing was proving him painfully wrong by the second.

Your hand went to his nape, buried in his blond hair, while he had to keep his hands on the throne to prevent himself from hurting you with the excess of his eagerness. He knew he'd have no self-control had he gone further. Caius anticipated that if he let himself go, giving in to that lust of the flesh which he forbade himself, you'd not escape alive. His hands were tearing the throne to splinters with ease; had he touched you, your bones would not endure it. And he had no desire to force himself into gentleness when you seduced him so.

"Seducer."

Caius groaned over your lips, pulling away for merely a moment.

"Mortal with gifts... I should now know why the brutes fought so fiercely to keep you within their protection. No... you're never returning to them." He forced another kiss, needier than the one before. "Another year and I will not have to refrain from this... Another year and I will not have to be merciful. I will be ruthless. As ruthless as you had been, making me crave you until I became plagued with your image."

Caius was just about to force yet another kiss on your eager lips, with your hand still clinging to his nape, when he stopped at once, his hearing able to catch on a sound. A sound which implied your privacy had been compromised.

"My Caius, my dear, that was a spectacle! Why, this sweet little girl wouldn't have me, and Marcus admire the show! Although I must say, it was quite tasteless to mention those brutes of a coven, but surely we can forgive that, isn't that so, Marcus? I am sure Caius is more than happy to let go of it... if you would finally permit him to change you?"

Caius and Marcus both turned to Aro in surprise, but he remained as cheerful as ever, his strange mischievous smile not leaving his face.

"Why are you so surprised? Especially you, my dear Caius. You always insist that we find a way to convince this pretty mortal to join us faster." Aro frowned for a moment. "Well... it's true you... weren't always so fond of the idea of allowing just anyone to join us. Wonderful! It must mean you're finally warming up to how pleasant it would be to have a new face around."

Caius shot a gaze to you, to see how you felt about the truth revealed to you by Aro, then turned to him, a sort of anxiety in his words.

"Why would you tell this to the mortal..." "Oh, silence, dear. Do not pretend as if this mortal, as you so crassly refer to her, doesn't mean a lot to you." "She does not. She is but a prisoner we took from the coven of brutes before we decimated them."

Aro furrowed his brow, glancing over to one of his servants who came at once and restrained you, painfully so, making you wince. Caius jumped, his eyes darting from Aro to you and Marcus and back to Aro, confusion overtaking him.

"What is this for? Have her released at once. She is being harmed." "But why should I do that? I wrongly believed, it seems, that she is dear to you and offered her... benefits, but, well, since I have been so utterly mistaken, I see no reason why we should keep her here no more."

Aro was about to gesture to his servant when Caius grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"You will not do so."

Aro laughed, lightly, tearing his arm away from Caius' grip. He glanced at his servant, who released you at once.

"No. Of course not, my silly boy; I merely had to prove your foolish lack of understanding of your feelings to that dear girl. Oh, poor thing, she might've started to believe she truly meant nothing to you had I not done that."

Caius frowned, cocking his head, much to Aro's ease and Marcus' lack of care over the situation. Aro then came to you, while you were still pushing yourself up to your feet. You glared at him for having put on this show at your expense, but he replied with that condescending smile.

"Ah... don't frown, dearest. Wrinkles won't look pretty when Caius turns you immortal." He clapped his hands together, turning to Caius. "Alas, another exact 12 months from now. I am thrilled... oh, truly thrilled."

Caius came over, and despite himself, helped you up, shooting a glance to Aro before returning his attention to you.

"That is for the mortal to decide." "Caius! I insist you call her by name." "I will not." Caius's stubbornness was grounded merely in a desire to rebel against Aro for having done this whole act.

He had nothing against calling you by name... with other humans, indeed he had been reluctant but... you were dif- no. Not until you became a vampire yourself would he allow affections to grow.

"Not until she makes the choice... will she ever decide to make it."

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Repeat Shuffle Tag Game

Rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and list the first 10 tracks, then tag ten people

Thank you for the tag stinky <3 @spectrestrings

• undone - the sweater song - weezer

• my sweet lord - George Harrison

• Even flow - Pearl Jam

• Halloween in heaven - type o negative

• Sticky - Tyler, the creator and several other people

• this night has opened my eyes - the smiths

• Who knew - P!nk

• just like heaven - the cure

• Damocles - Sleep token

• Vogue - Madonna

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Miranda - turkish angora Andrea - border collie Emily - pomeranian

Jocelyn - rough collie Nigel - greyhound Amari - burmese cat

Charlie - shar pei Serena - afghan hound

What Miranda sees when she gets home too early