PeachesofTeal

Blood bag

Added 2025-05-06 17:54:52 +0000 UTC

First 4k (mostly edited)
I tried to post this here previously but it was flagged.
This is a dead disco au

“Nothing.”

“Then better to be ours, isn’t it?” The thudding stops, replaced by a rapid tickticktick, joining a fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. “Let us in.”

Little princess. It conjures Anastasia and Once Upon a December, Belle and her Beast. Sleeping Beauty in a glass coffin, Odette and prison of Swan Lake.

Classically beautiful and pure, unblemished freshly fallen snow.

You try to shake your head instinctively, but Simon holds you still-

As Johnny’s mouth closes over yours.

Planets fall out of orbit and crash into one another, altering your sense of time and space, upending your grasp on the world around you. The kiss is an art of its own, and you tip forward into it, into them, fractured whimper escaping from between your teeth.

“Let us in, little lamb, and you’ll never want for anything again.” Simon’s voice comes from somewhere in the back of your mind, hooks you like a lone fish separated from their school. Ripe for the picking.