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shewritesallnight · 3 months

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With volume 10 of Phantom Tales of the Night set to be released in Dec. (in English), I'm so happy to see the fandom growing! Honestly, it's an amazingly interwoven story.

You can see where Owner has a parental relationship with some of his guests and though he manipulates them it is usually to help reach what they desire. Then the decision is up to them once he presents them with the opportunity to make a choice.

It is easy to see that Owner cares for Rei in a parental way and I think it will end with the curse finally being broken.

I do more wonder about Sasaki. Volumes 8 & 9 showed us a bit more into Owner's past and his connection to Sasaki and his singing bones. Even the Bone Collector questioned Owner's relationship to him.

But the ultimate question is what is Owner and what is his secret? You could compare him to Charon from Greek Mythology- who ferried souls over the River Styx. But that seems not quite right... The flames Owner holds, they are the secrets he collects but they act like souls themselves. The Inn trio even refers to them as Whisps. They are able to come and go as they please.

However, there seems to be another side or exit, if you will, that these flames/secrets/whisps can go to. Does that mean the person or creature that Owner took them from is "freed" from the burden of their secret? Does Owner harbor these secrets in the Inn because 1) he wants to understand others, mainly humans, or 2) because that is his "duty" to hold on to the dirty little secrets until the creator can move on (check out)? And if they are unable to move on, does he keep the secrets forever?

I just have so many questions that we will have to hope that Matsuri will answer for us. I would love to see this animated as well.

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frobby · 2 months

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yuuko-San, shiroishi-San and owner all posing with text over saying "we're going to beat you to death"

#Otherworldly business owners who peddle unknowable horrors#I know shiroishi-San is a detective but hes still peddling evil knowledge#This post is going out to the like....3 people who know who I'm talking about#Taking a new approach called 'doing the photo desc first because I cant draw'#Imagine it please I've been plagued since I started phantom tales#phantom tales of the night#jigoku kurayami hana mo naki#xxxholic#Edit* shiroishi-San is a consultant agent#Basically a detective tho#Still filled with evil knowledge nonetheless

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theivorybilledwoodpecker · 2 years

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Hey as a fan of phantom tales of the inn, ever got any headcanons for Owner, Spider and Butterfly doing things when one or two are bored? Or just for passing time during say quarantine, or just random headcanons at best?

Okay, so yes...I have a ton of headcanons. And I’m sorry if these end up being more than you wanted.

The Trio’s Dynamics

They’re husbands. I mean, no ceremony, but basically they’re husbands.

Owner does care deeply about Spider and Butterfly, but it’s really hard for me to tell if he actually loves them. Owner’s background and inner mind is so hidden from the reader that it’s difficult to determine his motivations and how he thinks/feels.

Spider’s feelings for Owner are complex. Owner did save him all those centuries ago (although it doesn’t always feel like salvation). Every time Spider’s been in over his head, no hope of getting out alive, Owner’s been there to help him. Whenever he’s had no place to go, Spider’s always been able to find the Inn, and when he was at his lowest point, Owner gave him a purpose. However, even when Owner is genuinely trying to comfort or compliment Spider, he often speaks in a way that is condescending. There’ve been times when Owner’s done something cruel just to teach Spider a lesson. So Spider is bonded to Owner; Owner’s his oldest...friend? He’s not really sure how to classify what it is between them. He’s more loyal to Owner than he’d care to admit. Yet, Spider doesn’t trust Owner, and he resents him. 

Butterfly is completely in love with Owner. I know that one chapter had him wondering what love is, but honestly I think he does experience love and emotions more than he realizes. He just doesn’t know that that’s what they are. 

Spider does love Butterfly, although I don’t know if I’d say he’s in love with him. Despite his exasperation with the yokai and initially believing they had nothing in common, Spider enjoys being around Butterfly. It’s nice to have company that’s not Owner or a human. It’s nice having someone who knows what he is and doesn’t reject him. Also, Spider is a warrior/protector by nature, and there’s something about Butterfly that’s quite fragile. He can break apart at a moment’s notice. He’s always forgetting things. 

Butterfly loves Spider, too, although again, he doesn’t know it. Not nearly as much as he loves Owner, but still. Spider will gripe and complain, but he’ll almost always help Butterfly out if Butterfly asks. And he’s incredibly gentle with Butterfly, which is a big deal. 

The reason Butterfly says he’s not into men is because he hasn’t had great experiences with human men. When he seduces women, there are sometimes jilted lovers who want their revenge on him. There have been guests who tried to take too many liberties. Plus the reason Butterfly didn’t want to be a woman was because he was afraid sex would hurt, and male-male sex increases that possibility. But Spider is never rough with him or tries to pressure him into anything. He’s probably overly cautious, and Butterfly appreciates that.

Butterfly also has a muscle kink, and Spider is quite strong.

Owner and Spider had sex over the centuries before Spider started working at the inn, but they weren’t really together. Spider was becoming increasingly isolated, and his decaying body made it harder to have relationships with humans. Owner was a dick, but he was always there when Spider needed him.

I don’t know how exactly they entered a poly relationship, but it was definitely Owner’s idea. Spider and Butterfly were probably ambivalent about the idea. Butterfly would have agreed to anything Owner suggested. Spider was probably like, “What the hell? Why not?” 

Hobbies/Boredom

Usually, they have guests. A few are even like Kaibara, just staying for a while because Owner has his own plans. When they don’t have guests or when the guests they have don’t need to be tended to...

Owner will often find someone to “play” with (a former guest or just some random person he finds interesting). Sometimes he’s quite evil, while other times he’s really just observing how people or yokai behave. For all the insights he has into human behavior, there’s still quite a lot he doesn’t understand, and humans fascinate him. 

He also likes doing things with his husbands, like accompanying Spider to the store or reading with Butterfly. Don’t know if this is really a hobby, but he definitely spends a lot of time taking care of them, even when they don’t realize that’s what he’s doing. Owner knows what makes them tick, and he’ll either intentionally antagonize them or help them relax.

Spider really is a workaholic, but it’s because he feels a sense of duty and because it keeps him grounded. If he’s not tending to guests, he’s usually cooking or watching the latest girl/woman in the line. He does enjoy cooking, though. It’s equally a job and a hobby. He’s the Gordon Ramsey of the yokai world.

Because of his love for food, Spider was horrified to realize Butterfly couldn’t taste human food, so he read up on what butterflies eat, and he started mixing sugar water for Butterfly. It and fruit are two of the few things Butterfly can taste.

When he’s not doing either of those, he likes to feed the birds. He enjoys being alone in nature, so he might go to the middle of a forest and just rest. Sometimes he birdwatches.

Butterfly likes to read, although I’m not sure how high his reading level is. The book he was reading with Owner in that extra was a kid’s encyclopedia, so I feel like he’s still learning or maybe he just enjoys books with pictures. 

Butterfly likes doing anything as long as it’s with Owner. He has a strong desire to be loved and accepted, so he likes being around people, especially those he cares about. If Owner’s busy, Butterfly will often go find Spider. Sometimes just watching him cook or sometimes going with him to the food store. 

Butterfly is a very tactile person, and while he enjoys sex, he also enjoys any type of physical affection, so it’s not unusual for him to just wrap his arms around Owner or Spider or drop into one of their laps. More than once Spider’s been woken from sleep because Butterfly crawled into bed with him just to rest his head on his chest. Owner doesn’t need sleep, so Owner probably wouldn’t be napping when Butterfly did this, but Butterfly does similar things to him.

Random Headcanons

Spider’s had run-ins with kitsunes, and Owner’s had to bail him out more than once. Notably one time when the woman Spider had gone to bed with suddenly wanted to vivisect him.

Owner and the head kitsune have bad blood. The kitsune have taken Owner’s guests before, sometimes past servants, and Owner hasn’t always been able to get them back. Owner’s revenge has been brutal, which is why the kitsune ordered his employees to just give Owner any person he wants. 

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how-masterful · 2 months

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31 Fics of Fright

Day 25- A Circle of Salt

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Prompt: Haunted House

Notes: I went through many ideas for this one. How haunted is the house? Are we talking universal horror nights or real-life Amityville? I decided to go for a good old fashioned ghost story, with some inspiration from the who episode ‘Hide’. Also, if you’ve ever seen phantom manor in Disney Paris, imagine the house looks just like that! Also also, this was written pre power of the doctor. Trust me... more of that is on the way...

Warnings: None

The Manor had been beautiful from the outside. A strange, twisted form of beautiful, but beautiful all the same. It was a gorgeous old house, stretching high into the hill. Its side coated with a thick crawl of ivy, spindly trees sat in the landscape, the last dusting of Autumn leaves freeing themselves from the branches. The steps up to the front door were intricately carved, each inscribed with a different line of the family’s creed. It was a shame the TARDIS was unable to translate- you were ever so curious about what the inscriptions could possibly mean. Flanked by a decadent graveyard and built towards the heavens, the house was grand and mystical.

Also, however, incredibly, incredibly haunted.

You’d found that out the hard way.

The Master had gone off in one direction, abandoning the vast amounts of abandoned research equipment in the front room, leaving you to your own devices. You supposed if he had decided to ditch and go off exploring, it would hardly be a crime if you decided to do the same thing. The Master had taken the route to the servants' quarters, so you decided to head towards the bedrooms. It was always a tell-tale sign of what a person was truly like, you could tell a million things about a person by what they kept within the room they slept in.

 The master bedroom was up the stairs and down the hall, several smaller guest bedrooms and living spaces occupying the second level of the house. You had no clue who the original owner was, the house had simply piqued your interest when you’d arrived. It had also seemingly piqued the Masters, judging by the strange looks he gave the scanner when he used it on the house.

 Research equipment in the family room was enough to make anybody curious- but abandoned research equipment? That could escalate any curious Timelord into full blown suspicion. It was a half chance that could possibly be a good thing.

The old floorboards groaned as you crept your way into the bedroom. The four-poster bed sat proudly in the middle of the old room; a dressing table decorated with detailed carved flowers sitting on the far-right side. An enormous wardrobe, with fine wooden doors and swirling handles sat to the left of the bed, a rotting rug and several old, framed photographs dotted around the room. The curtains at the window had been devoured by moths, the oil lamps around the room dried up and empty. You supposed whoever had lived in the room had a taste for the finer things in life. 

You headed towards the large, upright mirror next to the wardrobe, inspecting the golden edges curiously. It was real gold, melted and bent into butterflies. Surprisingly, the glass was still in perfect condition. You looked at yourself in the reflection, brushing down the dust on the front of your outfit. Rather vainly, you admired your sense of dress- the long coat you were wearing had been a gift from the Master. It had quickly become your favourite.

You continued to pick at a loose thread, staring down at your sleeve, when a sudden impact came crashing against the mirror, the glass shattering into shards. A metal cased lipstick rolled within the puddle of glass, your head spinning around to see where the bullet had come from. The items sat upon the vanity had slowly begun to lift themselves into the air, the old cosmetics and wiry brushes, trinket boxes and pieces of jewellery hesitantly floating like puppets on a string. Your eyes widened, mouth agape at the sight, before a sudden realization hit you. 

That lipstick had been flung at the same position your head was at not a second earlier. It had been thrown directly at you. 

At the impact of a compact right beside your temple, you made a sudden break for the door. The floating objects entered into pursuit, the contents of the vanity zipping through the air and launching themselves in your direction. You screamed as a jewellery box clattered against the wall, a powder puff smacking into your arm and tarnishing the side of your jacket. The stairs yowled under your racing feet, your hand flying towards the banister amidst the onslaught of floating items. 

A distant rattling caught your attention, your eyes snapping towards the corridor on the east side of the bottom floor. The Master was sprinting from the entrance to the servants' quarters, frantically ducking as a barrage of floating pots and crockery were in hot pursuit. A soup bowl shattered at his feet as he leapt across the threshold, his face burning with fury as he avoided a wok to the head. 

“Master! Over here!”

Calling out towards him, the Timelord scrambled to meet your side. Your brain was fizzing, the last reasonable parts of your mind frantically trying to remember what to do in haunted situations. You flicked through every film like a rolodex in your head, brain rushing from The Craft to every single season of Supernatural you’d been able to tolerate. The table of abandoned equipment was propped up nearby, an open box of hunting equipment sat at its feet. You squatted down, narrowly avoiding a hairbrush to the skull, fingers scrabbling through the dusty remains to find anything that could save you.

 The sought-after container of salt was rolling around at the bottom of the crate, leaking the white crystals across the dirty brown interior. Desperate hands clutched towards the Master, yanking him to meet your chest as you flung the salt around you in a circle. Your wrist flexed like you were twirling a baton, a rainstorm of salt encircling you both within. The salt poured until there was nothing left, each and every crystal emptying out onto the dirty carpet. The Master watched in trepidation as a floating pot reared its handle, instinctively ducking as it flung itself at the direction of his face. He braced for an impact that never came, the pan slamming into an invisible wall, before clattering down onto the floor and rattling until it stilled. 

You watched in amazement as one by one the items attempted an attack, all hitting the wall of salt before falling to the ground. As the last watch and plate fell to the floor, your eyes met the Masters- chest heaving with fear, adrenaline pumping through every inch of your body. You certainly had questions. You only hoped the Master had answers.

“What… the HELL!”

You cried, staring incomprehensibly at the Timelord who was sharing the same expression.

“A salt circle, love? Really?!”

“It worked in the movie, and it worked here too! Are ghosts real? You never told me ghosts were real!”

“You never asked!” The timelord yelled back, eyes wide and expression desperate.

“I nearly got MURDERED by a floating jewellery box, Master, because YOU didn’t tell me ghosts were real!”

“Well, I'm SORRY about that! But in case YOU didn’t notice, LOVE, I was a little busy ALSO nearly being killed by a floating frying pan to the head!”

“You can REGENERATE!”

You shoved angrily against his shoulder, the Master wobbling back on unsteady feet. Frantic hands suddenly reached out to grasp hold of his coat collar, his shoes almost shuffling a gap in the protective salt circle. Once he was upright you pushed yourself into his chest, arms wrapping around his middle, face shoved into his neck. You could feel the Timelord exhale, melting into the embrace as you sighed into his jacket. The early scruff of his beard brushed against your skin, the sensation grounding you in the chaos of the day.

“I’m so sorry Master, I just-”

“No, I get it. You humans don’t take fear very well.”

“Hey-”

Before you could enter into another lover's tiff, the house had other plans. The loud clatter of metal pulled your attention from each other, your eyes landing on the far wall. All around you, the items from the research table launched themselves through the air, impaling into the rotting wall and piercing through the peeling wallpaper. The items moved in rhythm, slowly spelling out a warning in jagged, large letters.

DIE.

The pair of you slowly turned to face one another, faces etched with uncertain peril.

“So…” The Master asked quietly, staring back at the wall in the corner of his eye.

“When they make the salt circle in the movies… How do they get out?”

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yeoldontknow · 11 months

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☽ it was the night | pcy ↬ 1 ☾

AN: my lord. MY LORD. ive been working so hard on this and it just refuses to end. ive decided to split this into two parts cause its getting me quite overwhelmed. writing in this style is fairly difficult. so please enjoy part 1 while i demand the rest of it ends lol | massive endless thanks to @inkedtae​ @jeonjcngkook​ and @jamaisjoons​ for reading through this and ensuring me its not as bad as i think it is ;~; Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: Phantom of the Opera!AU; historical au; strangers to lovers au; romance; fluff; suspense; thriller; mystery; angst; smut Summary: As a child, you are taken from a convent in Rouen and hired as a choirgirl popular. From your first night in the opera house, you hear stories of the famed Opera Ghost - the wailing behind the walls, breezes in corridors where there are no windows. Try as you might to ignore the tales, you grow into them and accept them as life in the opera. It is only as an adult that you learn the ghost is real - and he is no ghost at all. As an adult, you learn you might actually love the creature that lurks in the night. Rating (this part): PG-13 Warnings (this part): references to main character death; references to bullying; mentions of being an orphan; themes of abandonment; depictions of family trauma; references to masturbation; a makeout scene Word Count (this part): 14.7K

18 June 1895 Paris, France

To my dearest, most valued, friends and patrons:

I, as many of you, am still reeling from the profound loss of our dearest composer, conductor, and house owner Park Chanyeol. His untimely departure from this world has left a cavernous space in his shape within all of our lives, and I believe it is time, weeks on, to remember the place he held within this community. Moreover, or more succinctly, the place he held within this opera house. The reading of his will to our staff and benefactors has left many of you profoundly shocked by his intent, and, even more so, shocked by his lack of a blood heir.

Thus, I think it is time you all know the quiet side of him, the silent pieces he let no one but me see. In many cases, he was exactly as many of you remember him. Yet, to me, he was infinitely more. My memory of him, and, perhaps, of this opera house will differ significantly from other more popular accounts and that is why I share this story with you today.

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delirious-donna · 5 months

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Spoiled [Edens Zero]

an: born from a conversation with a friend of both Rebecca and Weisz being lucky with their man, Shiki. It quickly turned into lewd thoughts in my mind and I had to write it down.

pairing: Shiki Granbell x Rebecca Bluegarden x Weisz Steiner

warnings: established poly relationship, set well after the time skip, lil bit of power dynamics, blowjobs, pussy eating, anal fingering, pussy fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, threesome, a Shiki sandwich basically

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The soft hush of the apartment was broken by a low groan that she knew very well - intimately so. The undercurrent of neediness to trace that deep masculine voice brought a knowing smirk to the pink glossed lips of their owner. Rebecca kicked out of her shoes as quietly as possible before padding on arched feet toward the door that stood only slightly ajar at the end of the hall. The apartment was bathed in black velvet from the lateness of the hour, the only light source emanating from the very room she was desperate to slip into. An almost sensually inviting shaft of light spread across the bare floorboards, coaxing her forward with a metaphorical crooked finger. It forced the heart in her chest to palpitate, banging against her ribs as her thigh pressed together. Graced with feline agility, her hips swayed from side to side as the light haze of alcohol dissipated in the wake of carnal intrigue. Her silver sequinned dress rustled from her lithe movements, the tight material hugging around her hips as all manner of indecent images speared through her mind.

There were plenty to choose from, after all, because she could consider herself a truly lucky woman, for she was not blessed with one but two handsome boyfriends at the same time who loved her with all their hearts.

Many would probably call such a relationship blasphemy, but the ash-blond woman could care less what strangers thought about her.

The only thing that counted for her was her own emotions and how she felt for two men that made her every day a dream come true.

Shiki and Weisz were both sweethearts, always looking out for her even though they loved to tease her a lot, often even teaming up against her.

The beginning of their relationship had been difficult indeed, for they had to figure out a lot of stuff, but once all of that had been finished, all three of them could allow themselves to fall into the bliss come true that embraced them constantly.

Weisz loved Shiki and her, Shiki loved Weisz and her and she loved Shiki and Weisz. A three-way relationship that couldn't function any better and she was fairly sure that none of them had expected things to turn out like this.

But in the end, all of them had been really happy about that development and by the lewd noises from their shared bedroom, Rebecca knew her men were currently enjoying the benefits of their circumstances.

Dainty fingers wrapped around the cool metal handle, pressing forward lightly and bringing her other hand up to curl around the frame in hopes of halting the tell-tale squeak of the door.

She felt giddy at her success, exuberance close to dancing through her veins, but it was quickly replaced by rampant arousal as she peered through the larger gap that was created.

The monstrously oversized bed ate up the majority of the space - well, it simply had to be large enough to accommodate two hulking males and a female known for star-fishing in her sleep.

The trio had a tendency to rotate sleeping positions and it was a running joke that the nights where Rebecca slept in the middle would mean little comfort for Shiki or Weisz. Sure, it started out nice and cosy with the boys wrapped around her slender frame but once she was deep asleep, the restless limbs started and so did the kicking.

They often wondered what she dreamed about, feeling sorry for any phantom enemies as she was clearly kicking the shit out of them, but they never found the courage to ask.

Come morning, Weisz and Shiki were droopy-eyed and yawning. Pushed to the very edges of a mattress that should be more than big enough for them all to sleep comfortably.

However, there was certainly no sleeping going on at the moment. Weisz was sprawled at the top of the bed, eyes closed with one arm resting behind his head whilst the fingers of the other danced through a forest of ebony hair. His lightly tanned skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, only highlighting the tight coil of muscles that spread across his torso.

Shiki lay between his parted thighs, one arm holding him slightly up on the mattress and the other held tightly to Weisz’s powerful thigh, blunt nails leaving tiny crescent indentations in the skin.

The blonde interloper sucked in a breath, lip tucked tightly beneath her pearly teeth at the sight of Shiki’s bobbing head and the way his hips rutted against the mattress.

They were Gods among men; the raw strength displayed by the rippling of honed muscles only bested by the ardent sexual tension and energy that buzzed throughout the grand room. It was headier than any alcohol and she quickly became entranced by the wet slurps mingled with throaty groans.

“Did you have a nice night, kitten?”

The gravel-laced voice of Weisz made Rebecca startle, a vivid blush coating her cheeks as she blinked rapidly and had the decency to avert her gaze as she entered the room fully.

She noted that Shiki had tried to turn his head, shoulders rising until Weisz spoke once more, “don’t stop demon boy, not unless you want us all to go put our pyjamas on and end the fun now.”

There was a muffled whine, a catch in Weisz’s throat before he could regain composure with the dark head moving once more.

“He has been a whiny mess all evening, it was the only way I could think to occupy his mouth,” Weisz offered as an explanation with an almost casual shrug of his shoulders.

Yet, Rebecca knew better.

Knew that Weisz would have worried endlessly over Shiki’s sour mood and sought to change it in any way he could. That it brought them both pleasure, all the better. The thin veil of indifference was close to being entirely cast aside, Weisz’s relationship with the blonde girl and the dark-haired boy had steadily eaten away at his resolve to remain aloof, and it was nice to see the changes.

“Poor baby,” Rebecca cooed.

Her confidence returned, bolstered by the lustful rake of the blond’s stare. He was stripping her bare with his gaze alone, and it spoke to that dark curling fire in the pit of her stomach.

She strode for the bed, ensuring her hips swayed under the watchful eye of her boyfriend. She knelt on the bed, her dress taut over her plush rump and crawled to a position where she could run her fingers through the feather-soft black locks.

Shiki groaned at the initial touch, rubbing his head against her palm like an especially friendly feline, which was an excellent way to describe the man.

From this angle, she caught an obsidian eye, watched it take in what he could from this position and then roll to the back of his head in delight. Drool was escaping from the corners of his mouth, dripping over Weisz’s heavy balls and sliding to the sheets.

“Why was he in a bad mood?” she asked without taking her eyes off the man in question.

“He wanted to crash your night out, demon boy missed our little kitten.”

“Aww,” she purred affectionately, “you’re so cute Shiki.”

Her nails wandered down his bare spine, tiptoeing until she could swirl circular patterns into his tight butt, enjoying the clinch and appearance of dimples on the cheeks.

“Hmm, indeed,” Weisz groaned, a jolt running through his body at whatever the man being spoken about had just done with his mouth.

“I told him it was girls' night and he wouldn’t stop pouting. Said that we were honorary girls and that you wouldn’t mind. That’s how we ended up here, as you can see our boy is feeling especially needy tonight.”

Weisz gestured to the frantic movement of Shiki’s hips as they ground against the bed, chasing friction in whatever way he could get it.

“I think we should take care of him, don’t you?”

Crystal blue irises met emerald green, and a smirk unfurled on the male’s face as Rebecca batted her lashes in suggestion.

“We’ll spoil him at this rate, but I guess you’re right. But,” he continued quickly, “I want a kiss first.”

Rebecca could hardly deny the smirking blond, crawling further up the bed until her lips ghosted above his own. Caught in the intense burn of green emeralds.

Weisz gripped the back of her head, tugging her into place. Their lips met, firm but not rough. Mouths slanted as the kiss deepened, Rebecca licked into Weisz's mouth and swallowed his answering moan.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look?" he inquired when they broke apart for air. A slow thumb dragged across her lower lip.

"Only a couple hundred times before I left," she giggled in response, nuzzling her nose against his skin and gazing down at the man making wet slurping noises between Weisz's thighs.

"Shiki, need you."

Eyes of liquorice fixed Rebecca in place, she flushed under the intensity of his stare and the sight of Weisz's saliva-soaked cock appearing from the depths of his throat was sinful.

She was entranced as he raised the back of his hand to wipe at the excess drool that had slid to his chin, crawling up the tanned torso until he could press his lips to hers.

Weisz clutched at the pair of them, a hand on each arm as the blonde girl and the ebony-haired boy made out like horny teenagers. Tongues swirled in the expanse between their joined mouths, tasting and exploring as if it were their very first kiss.

Rebecca found herself pressed between two equally hungry men - her men - she sent thanks up to the heavens for giving her this divine gift.

Shiki pressed urgent kisses to her throat, teeth nipping at her pulse point as Weisz planted open-mouthed kisses on her shoulders and back, sweeping her hair over one shoulder for more access.

Her dress was no longer covering her rump, hitched around her waist - a waist that Weisz was stroking, having seated her fully on his lap. She reached for the aching erection that pressed against her flimsy g-string, fisting from the base and pumping with ease given how slick it was.

Shiki whined, pressing his own throbbing cock against her thigh and leaving a trail of his pre to glisten on her soft skin. The heat was all-encompassing, the trio of lovers trapped in a tornado of fiery lust.

How she found herself pressed to all fours with a steady hold on Shiki's cock, her mouth inching closer, she wasn't truly sure. It had been a whirlwind of movement as Weisz controlled the situation, as he often did.

No longer was he laid back in the bed, he knelt behind Shiki with an arm snaked around his waist, hand exploring along his happy trail before rising to tweak at his darkened nipples.

Emerald eyes peered over the tawny shoulder, twinkling with mirth as Shiki writhed in his hold and forced Rebecca to tighten her grip on his shaft. She could well imagine what the engineer was up to back there, the obvious jerk of hips evidence enough to the prep work that was starting in earnest.

A hand turned Shiki's head to the side, and Rebecca squirmed at the pleasure-inducing sight of her two men kissing. Lips soft and sweet, loving nibbles and breathless moans.

The blonde lowered her eyes away from the hypnotizing sight, pressing kitten licks to the quivering tip of his cock and lapping at the slit to collect more of the pearlescent liquid that emerged.

Her tongue traced along his length until her nose nestled against his pelvis, she traced a hand to cup his balls and met the hand of Weisz. His digits were coated in smooth, silky lube as he worked to open up the male to his touch. She nearly giggled but forgot her amusement when Shiki took advantage of her parted lips, pressing into her wet cavern with a hiss.

The tang of salt enveloped her tongue, working to drench him in saliva as he had done for Weisz. She groaned, knowing the vibrations would reverberate into his body and a hand fell to the back of her hair. He smoothed the waterfall of silky hair, twisting it around his palm until it was fisted tight.

Shiki rocked into her mouth with slow but forceful thrusts of his hips, groans filling the air from the fingers that probed at his rim, slipping inside and spurring him to yank on the makeshift rein of her hair.

Moments like these were always intense - the sense of the air being sucked from the room was heady - everything fogged with the scent and sound of sex.

It was too much, he needed to taste her.

The scene shifted again - Shiki once more on his hands and knees but buried deep between Rebecca's soft thighs, her slip of a dress bunched in the middle of her torso as plentiful breasts strained for attention.

She tasted blissfully sweet, an eager tongue lapped at her slick and nosed at her clit. Lips tugged at her folds and pulled the most exquisite sounding squeals from her throat. A hand in his hair distracted him from the slow pump of Weisz's thick fingers in his ass.

The stretch was just on the right side of pleasure and he needed more and soon. The wet disconnect of his mouth sounded sloppy as he locked gazes with Rebecca - loving how rosy her cheeks were, how her hips rutted against his hand that remained on her needy cunt.

"Weisz, baby."

His voice sounded so desperate, the pressure in every inch of him below the waist was insufferable. Coiling like lengths of ropes until they were taut in his stomach.

"Need something, my King?" the blond cooed in response, buried up to the knuckles and halting all movement as he waited.

How Shiki both loved and hated that pet name, he didn't want to be thought of as more than either Weisz or Rebecca but he couldn't deny it did make him feel a little special. Especially in times such as these when both were working to make him feel so good.

"Please - let me fuck our kitten - please."

Rebecca whimpered and Weisz laughed, his digits twisted and turned to make his insides squirm in anticipation.

"Would you like that kitten?"

Her head bobbed eagerly, lip secured firmly beneath her teeth and eyes glazed in lust.

It was always stomach-clenchingly amazing, that first inch to sink inside. The tip caught against her velvet-lined walls and the slow moan of delight bubbled up her throat.

Shiki was too lost in the moment to appreciate what was happening behind him, the hands that braced either side of his hips seemed to be guiding him deeper into Rebecca's clenching cunt. The first press of something much larger than a finger to nudge at his hole made him gasp.

He stilled, halfway sheathed and heart close to pounding straight out of his chest. Weisz fucked himself delicately into Shiki, forcing him to the hilt inside Rebecca and all three sounded delirious from the pleasure.

The lewd melody of skin slapping was the most erotic symphony, each lost in their world of shared ecstasy. Weisz directed the movements until Shiki regained his composure. His slow thrusts rocked the raven-haired male into Rebecca who keened for the both of them.

She gripped Weisz's thigh, leaving crescent moon marks on the skin whilst tugging on Shiki's hair and arching her spine on the mattress.

Two sets of hips snapped in a harsher tempo, and the men listened to the babbled almost incoherent demands of the blonde twisting in the depths of the bed to go faster, harder.

"Shiki - fuck - right there!"

He was half aware that he was pressing his cock against her front wall in repeated motions, massaging her g-spot just as she liked and it was making her grip on him tighten until it was close to knocking the air from his lungs.

In response his ass clenched, sucking Weisz further into him and a guttural "fuck" bounced off the walls. Sweat glistened on their skin, the squelching noises sounding utterly carnal as they reached the precipice together.

"Ah, shit - fuck - gonna..."

Shiki trembled as his orgasm tightened his balls and shot along the length of his dick, erupting with hot spurts of sticky seed to mingle with the gush of fluids from the limp blonde below.

The blond at his back stuttered, muscles tensing as a low roar poured out and a burst of warmth flooded his insides. He panted as he succumbed to the pressure holding him in place.

Weisz was the first to speak, his dark chuckle sounding almost crazed in the humid room.

"Think we spoiled him enough, kitten?" he asked as his arms wrapped Shiki in a most affectionate embrace for the usually gruff male.

His blond hair flopped against Shiki's shoulder as the three hugged as closely as possible without smothering poor Rebecca completely.

"Never, sweetie. There is always room for more," came the tinkling reply of Rebecca.

The night was still young after all...

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It was dark or well…the lights were dimmer as the events of the evening had died down. The Opera House was in an uproar and things had finally died down. But the events from the night played out in her mind. How could he have done something to such extremes? But she knew HE could. He has had closer eyes on her ever since that very night after the Hannibal performance. Where he took her down below to his domain. Erik’s voice as he gently said her name, “Christine.” That voice played in her mind repeatedly. It was a soft yet commanding voice that seem to draw her attention every moment she was down there. Even as much when she had turned her face from him a couple times to look back at where they had come from. His touch was gentle and yet so fearful as if she were a delicate trinket that needed to be handled softly. And the music…it seemed like heaven had opened to her with a heavenly song…but she knew all to well during her time down there with him.

As Christine walked up the steps of the theatre, she let her mind wander. That very night, she had been set to perform as the page boy alongside Carlotta, the much eager “prima donna.” Against the Phantom’s demands, the managers not only set Carlotta as the countess but also took their place in Box Five itself, the Phantom’s personal box. She had been backstage watching Carlotta and Piangi sing before it was her time to come on. She had been in the bedroom scene as the count and countess sang to each other, dusting and working in the bedroom as a “maid.” After Piangi has walked off to the side of the stage, that was her cue to reveal herself as the page boy. Everything seemed to be going fine until they heard the Phantom’s voice above shouting about Box Five needing to be kept empty. Then Carlotta’s voice cracking and the Phantom threatening to bring down the chandelier. It was only then the managers had decided to comply with the Phantom demands and decided for her to be the countess. Christine, however, in the middle of the chaos, met Raoul backstage and went up to the roof. She could remember the rush of fear she felt as she dragged Raoul above. And then when Raoul would not believe her tales of the Phantom, it left her crushed. She had told him everything and how could he not believe her? Especially after the events that preceded before they came up. But it was then they found themselves in the silence. Christine could sense Erik’s presence watching in some ways as she had heard him mutter her name after Raoul called her. However, it was then Raoul began to profess his feelings for her and she did him as well when they felt safe. Raoul, he held her gently and promised protection and love. To take her far away from the theatre and live a life where they could be happy. And their first kiss ever…that was the most magical part of the night. However, it would soon be for naught as the Phantom’s voice called out in rage after Christine finished her performance as the countess. The lights of the chandelier above the crowd shattering in his fit of anguish and rage.

Christine’s mind soon wandered to the present as she walked up the steps of the theatre. She looked around carefully as the dim lights of the candles on the staircase. She walked up the steps slowly, the light footsteps of her dainty feet making a soft sound against the marble floor. The only ones who would really be here would be the managers, the guards and possibly a few of the chorus members still recovering after an eventful night. She was the only one in the staircase…utterly alone and uncertain. She looked around at every shadow within staircase area itself to the railing of the upper floors, watching and listening. The shadows of the pillars that held the foundations of the building itself casting shadows in the multiple halls that lead to the opera boxes and even the managers office. On the other side towards the right, was a hall in the far bottom corner of the upper floor, that lead to her dressing room. As Christine made her way towards the right staircase, she could see one of the shadows moving and watching her. She turned away again and things were still…but when she saw the shadow once more, that is when panic began to enter her mind. She quickly picked up her skirts and ran.

It would not have mattered whether she ran or not, the very fact that he could be watching her, even if she knew she couldn’t escape his gaze terrified her. Christine quickly grabbed the key to her dressing room door and unlocked it, slamming the door behind her. As her back hit the door behind her in deep breaths, she glanced around the dark room. After catching her breath, Christine grabbed a small candle and lit the small wick. Holding the small candle holder, she lifted the candle around the dark shadows of the dressing room before making her way to the mirror. The mirror…so polished and yet clear, showed her reflection. Her dark curly hair and simple pink gown which she had worn in the performance earlier as the countess trailed behind her. Walking to the mirror, Christine reached out a hand and touched the soft glass. Of course, it seemed like only a simple mirror, btu she had walked through that very mirror into darkness. With only the Angel of Music guiding her way through the dark catacombs. Her mind not only went back to that night but the anguished cry he had echoed through the theatre itself. How her heart panged to know that he most likely saw her and Raoul together…and was left in anguish because of her choice. She felt pity…but maybe something else was there for her Angel of Music. That she didn’t quite know. She slowly knelt before the mirror, placing the candle down on the floor beside her. Her forehead hitting the cold glass as she closed her brown eyes. “Angel….dear angel…” She called out, possibly hoping for him to be there.

Is Phantom Tales of the Night completed?

How many volumes are in phantom tales of the night?