#clare's voice is so clear and... piercing

[heymeowmao]

没有了 (Gone) - A well-written song by 门尼, and I can't stop thinking about it.

Duan Aojuan x Liu Duanduan ver.

Chen Linong ver.

[shattered-starsxx]

Blanche Karagiannis,

full name: Blanche Désirée Karagiannis

entomology: [ blanche - From a medieval French nickname meaning "white, fair-coloured". This word and its cognates in other languages are ultimately derived from the Germanic word *blankaz. An early bearer was the 12th-century Blanca of Navarre, the wife of Sancho III of Castile. Her granddaughter of the same name married Louis VIII of France, with the result that the name became more common in France. ] ☆ [ désirée - French form of Desiderata. In part it is directly from the French word meaning "desired, wished". ] ☆ [ karagiannis - From the Greek prefix καρα (kara) meaning "black, dark" (of Turkish origin) and the given name Giannis. ] 

nicknames / aliases: CLARA ( her stage / performer name - Feminine form of the Late Latin name Clarus, which meant "clear, bright, famous". The name Clarus was borne by a few early saints. The feminine form was popularized by the 13th-century Saint Clare of Assisi (called Chiara in Italian), a friend and follower of Saint Francis, who left her wealthy family to found the order of nuns known as the Poor Clares. )

date of birth: September 13th.

date of death: March 24th, 1808. ( 200+ )

gender: female

orientation: pansexual

species: vampire, belle morte's line ( unknowingly sired )

residence: salacity ( malvada ), usa

face claim: jessica chastain

ancestry: french / greek

height & weight: 5'4", 130 lbs.

hair & eye color: red & green ( her eyes darken with red irises after she's freshly fed. )

tattoos: –

piercings: —

occupation: lounge club singer

vehicle(s): –

nationality: American ( for at least the last fifteen years anyway, previously she lived in Greece but had to leave as her unaging was starting to get more and more noticed. )

ethnicity: Caucasian

POWERS / ABILITIES / WEAKNESSES:

Siren's song: The user is capable of emitting astonishingly beautiful and enchanting singing voice that is capable of summoning/luring anyone who hears it to come towards the singer or to try to reach the source of the song, no matter what dangerous obstacles are in the way of the path (it may even just mesmerize a subject or make them fall in love). No matter what anyone who hears it becomes entrance willing to do whatever the user wants and commands. Immortality Superhuman Strength Superhuman Speed Heightened Senses Accelerated Healing Psychic Abilities - can also hypnotize using her voice, gaze, and aura to excite or calm humans. Ardeur - Allows her to gain power (and feed) from lust and sex.

Weaknesses:

sensitivity to daylight, especially in the afternoon when the sun is at it's highest and hottest. ( she can however go out in the daytime if there's full cloyd coverage due to rain / storms. ) white oak stakes ( it's a tree, enough said, but they're not native to malvada so these are RARE. ) decapitation, self explanatory. fire, self explanatory.

Refers to Mona Loveless as "Madame Mona".

Spent three years in St. Tropez, France so she acquired a French accent ( and it can be heard the most when she's talking to Mona or singing. )

-> in association with: @ruote666, @occulphic, @stealhorse

[midnightscxre]

@napalmvein ˙[ Closed starter -- side thread ]

The sound of rolling tires on moist gravel pierced the darkness of the unholy hour. If it weren't for the dim light that barely made its way through the high windows of the old Spanish colonial house, gloomy evening would have mercilessly engulfed everything around it when the American muscle's headlights went off. Scarlet haired woman didn't realize how long she had been driving, the beautiful peaceful landscape where the crickets serenaded the moon, the tall grass swaying gently in the hot breeze, the edge of the forest stretching along the north side of the valley. . . she would have admired everything while keeping the oxygen in her lungs if her tunnel focus had not been on the red dot on the smartphone screen, which showed the destination of the entered coordinates. Clare fought with fangs and claws like a she-wolf defending her cubs to get hold of those numbers, to get the ' map ' that would lead her to him.

She never forgot to close the door and turn the key in the lock of her tin pet, now -- the car was left with the driver's door wide open, while the feet swallowed the meters. . . Blood pump was beating mercilessly, pulse hitting the soft skin, lower lip smeared with a blooming scarlet drips because how much the woman was gnawing away from the nervousness that was ripping the guts. She leapt up four stairs like a gazelle on the run, grabbing the door and gasping for air -- she didn't even let up, didn't take a break. A fist slammed aggressively on the door at least five times before a clear, penetrating voice joined the din. " Vincent?! Vincet open up! " the full name left a strange aftertaste on soft muscle, she always used the shortened version.

Worry poured from every pore as the seconds of deafening silence became a minute. A couple of thunderous fresh knocks, this time hitting the underside of the weathered mahogany door with the tip of her sneaker. " Vincet, open the door! " The palms were covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, the stomach was heaving bile. . . What if he is not conscious? What if the injuries are so dangerous and severe that it is impossible to make a sound, let alone reach the door? The thought injected a new dose of trepidation, dread possessing the hourglass shape as some ancient demon. Darting to the nearest window and getting on the tip of the toes, jade irises jumped from left to right in dismay, like a pink pong ball that players throw over the net. A thick layer of dust and a handful of thrown things obstructed the clear view. Few curses fell between the gritted teeth as she lunged at the door again, ready to break the lock with a porch chair.

Clink

Like an angel's trumpet, the sound of the door unlocking froze her in place with relief, but that feeling evaporated like water in the burning sun when she saw a beautiful face full of cuts, a swollen eye, a stooped posture that was not at all characteristic of this man who exuded strength. .Fatigue, exhaustion, pain, and confusion marred everything that normally graced his attitude... drilling a hole in the readhead's heart. " Vinc. . . wha. . . " eyes glazed with teardrops caused by tremendous concern by witnessing Vince's agony, scanned him anxiously. Darting toward the man, delicate hand pressed on the prominent jaw, lifting his head up, other slipping under the ribs as if she wanted to hold him upright. " What happened?! Why aren't you in a damn hospital? " Pointless questions, knowing answer to both, but refusing to make peace with them. Fury rose along the other unpleasant emotions of the harsh fact that Paul rather had Vince in that damn bug-like man's ' one minute ' care to save himself from suspicion from the real doctors. " Where else are you hurt? Are you feeling nauseous, headache, weakness? " Checking the pupils but barely making anything in the pitch black of the night, Clare tenderly lowered the hand to his chest then slid it gently to his ribs. " Are any of your bones broken? Can you breathe normally? " Fearing that his hunched posture might be the result of a fractured ribs, she continued to examine him.

[dontmindmyshadowhunting]

Kit and Ty’s reunion (Fan Fiction) - Part 8 - What’s the point?

A little more than three years after the Dark Artifices. Characters based on Cassandra Clare’s (TSC) though I invented one for the plot.

With the Cohort threat being mostly quashed, the following weeks passed uneventfully.

The Centurions remained at the New York Institute, as there were still other Cohort members and Faeries looking for Kit.

Kit and Ty never mentioned the fight they had had on the first day Ty had arrived at the Institute. Their friendship resumed; major events left unspoken.

It was as it had been before they had performed necromancy spells together. As if they had not raised Livvy’s ghost (except for the fact that they were seeing her every day). As if they had not lost all contact for three years. As if they had not kissed under the rain.

Kit still remembered though. How Ty’s lips had felt against his, the taste of his mouth. Rain, metal and musk. Kit could not forget the feel of Ty’s skin under his fingers, under his lips, the scent of him, the noises Ty made when he was aroused. He blushed, sometimes, thinking back to those intimate moments he had shared with Ty. And of course, there were the glances they cast at each other, the shiver of excitement when their hands accidently brushed, when they walked side by side and their shoulders touched.

Kit had started helping Ty with his missions for the Scholomance, and it was as if Sherlock had found Watson again.

“How many times do I have to repeat myself? I am not your Watson” had said Kit one evening, when they were doing research on demons’ poisons in the Institute’s library.

Ty had smiled one of his rare smiles. “Well, Kit, that’s exactly what my Watson would say.” And Kit had blushed at the way Ty had naturally said “my Watson”.

Days went by, and everyone at the Institute carried on with their own routines.

This is probably why no one expected the events that occurred that evening.

Kit was returning to his bedroom after a late-night training session. He heard noise coming from the library. He stopped to peer inside, his brows furrowed, only to see Jace standing with his back to him. He thought he saw a flash of red hair.

“Jace?” called Kit.

Jace froze. When he slowly turned, Kit could see that he was carrying Clary in his arms. She looked fast asleep.

Kit felt an increasing uneasiness. Something was wrong. But this was Jace right? If there was anyone Jace would never, ever hurt, it was Clary.

“Jace? Rough night? I know Clary is probably light as feather but do you… need a hand?” asked Kit, unsure how to act.

As Jace said nothing, he took a step toward him.

Jace took a step back. Something was very wrong indeed.

“Stop! It’s not Jace!” yelled a voice that Kit instantly recognized.

Kit turned to where Ty stood, in the doorway, holding two daggers. His face was covered in scratches, his lips bruised, a deep red cut on his upper lip. He clearly had been into a fight.

“Not Jace from this world,” Ty continued. “It’s probably Jace from another world. That’s one of the few possible explanations at least.”

“How do you know?” asked Kit.

“Details” was all Ty said. And Kit believed him. If anyone – save for Clary, where Jace was concerned – could notice small inconsistencies, like in a game of Spot the Difference, it was Ty. Ty could see objectively, without the blurring curtain of expectations or preconceptions.

Jace – well, his evil doppelganger – stiffened. “Will you make me regret I didn’t kill you?”

“You didn’t give my friends that chance. They trusted you and you took them by surprise. Why spare me?” said Ty.

“I didn’t fool you” said the fake Jace. “I figured you probably knew Jace, the one from this world, very well. And I saw the heron-shaped pendant you carry around your neck. I thought this meant you had earnt the love – or at least the trust – of a Herondale. Sentimental me.”

“Leave Clary. And we will not hurt you,” said Kit, although he carried no weapon.

Jace laughed. He had moved to stand close to an open window and seemed ready to pounce. He would not try to jump with Clary in his arms, would he?

“You will not hurt me? The Jace from this world must be too soft, if you think you can bargain with me.”

In a swift movement, he had shifted Clary’s body in one of his arms and drawn out a sword.

It all happened in a blur. The sword flew. Ty launched himself in front of Kit and the blow hit him with such force that he was thrown back against Kit, who caught him in his arms. Kit crumpled to the floor, holding Ty.

Kit was filled with a dreadful sense of déjà-vu, as he looked at the knife protruding from Ty’s chest. He had not been there at the time, but he imagined that was what Livvy must have looked like in the Council Hall. He had imagined it, although he had tried not too, often enough. And he was probably in the exact same position Julian had been at the time.

Kit was barely aware of the sound of footsteps and shouts. People around him assessing the situation. It seemed the “other Jace” had somehow escaped. Without his prey. Clary was safe.

“No, Ty. No. Please don’t leave me.”

Kit was kneeling on the floor, carrying Ty’s limp body in his arms. He started rocking.

“What’s the point, Ty? What’s the point of Watson’s whole existence if there is no Sherlock? What’s the point of me if there is no you?” Tears were rolling down his cheeks. But he could not feel them. He could not feel anything.

Kit did not even bother to grab for his stele, he knew it was too late for that. Through his numbness, Kit gently lay Ty’s body on the floor and ripped his shirt. With desperate hope, he placed both his hands on Ty’s chest and willed him to heal. He remembered the time he had made the horses of the Riders of Mannan disappear. He thought about drawing that strength, all his strength, all his will, into healing Ty. He heard voices softly murmuring to let go of Ty, that it was over – but he did not listen to any of them. He shoved away anyone’s attempt to grab him.

He did not know how much time had passed but eventually, he felt a flicker of movement. It was barely there but Kit knew he had sensed something.

Ty gasped and his silver-gray eyes flew open. They widened in amazement. “Kit…“ he said. “I knew you would find them.”

What? What did I find? Kit wanted to ask. But he could not find his voice. Relief had washed over him, and although he was drained, he felt giddy with it.  

He did not hear anything further, as Ty slipped into unconsciousness a second later. It was not long before Kit himself collapsed on top of Ty’s body.

*****

Jace, carrying Clary in his arms, Isabelle, Simon, Alec and Magnus stood in a circle in the Institute’s library. In the middle of the circle, two bodies were lying on the ground, one resting partly on top of the other, as if in a lovers’ embrace. Their skin appeared to glow from within and one of the boys’ exposed chest seemed to be pierced through with bronze-colored light.

*****

It was late in the night when the dean of the Scholomance, Maximilien Verlac, slipped through the door of the Institute’s infirmary. The room was mostly dark save for the moonlight filtering through the windows. He did not notice Kit, sitting on the floor, next to Ty’s bed.

He was entirely focused on Ty, his expression one of deep sorrow and… something else. Kit recognized that look. It was the look he probably had himself when he was glancing at Ty and thought no one was seeing him.

Kit knew then, that Maximilien did not only admire Ty as one of his best Centurions. He loved him.

Suddenly, Maximilien fell on his knees. “Oh, Tiberius. What did I do? I am sorry. I am so sorry,” he whispered.

Kit shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

Maximilien snapped out of his daze and stood. Even in the darkness, Kit could see his cheeks were flushed. “Christopher Herondale.”

“Kit, please” answered Kit.

“Kit?” Maximilien’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, I see…”

Kit didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt uneasy.

“What is it? What is it that you see?”

Maximilien hesitated. He looked at Kit for a moment, considering.

Then, he explained, in a resigned voice. “One day, Tiberius returned from a mission to the Scholomance with very deep wounds that couldn’t heal. The demon poison had spread. We had to keep him in the infirmary for three days. He was delirious. He kept calling a name. Your name. Asking why you had left him. Why you never said goodbye. He also talked about the characters of the book he holds so dearly…saying that Sherlock was not Sherlock without Watson. It seemed like nonsense to me.”

Maximilien exhaled deeply. “I thought Kit was a girl’s name. Short for Katherine, in French Catherine. It could also be short for Quitterie, another French girl name. When Tiberius woke up, and I asked him about it, he simply shrugged and did not explain. We never talked about it again.”

Kit didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. He just nodded, closed his eyes, and waited for Maximilien to leave.

Once he was alone with Ty, Kit lay down on the bed next to him, not quite touching, but close enough to feel the heat of his body. Ty’s face was turned to his. Kit fell asleep to Ty’s soft breathing, each exhalation caressing his skin like feather across his cheek.

[clareisa]

The Gem - Pirate!AU Captain!Im Changkyun (Monsta X)

Request (anon request): You are the captive of the captain Changkyun. More the night was spend more you start loving him.

A/N: Hai, my friend. I hope I got it and I hope you'll like this!❤

Genre: angst, romance, smutty

Words: 2,273

- gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please let me kindly know if I did a mistake

The element of water and air combined their anger in one big thunderstorm that was making the ship sliding the waves wildly. The salty cold breeze that was hanging above the ocean at this stormy night was coming right throught the wooden walls of the ship to your nose. Waves were throwing the boat to every direction possible which was constantly remaining you in what position you were currently in. In the lowest level of the pirate ship, wrists cuffed to the grilles surrounding you, your white dress stained in your and other’s people blood and a scratch going from your eyebrow through eyelid and down to the hold of your cheek. The scratch still hurting and you knew it would result in a scar soon. 

You didn’t remember how you get there, you only knew there was a fire, screaming, blood and pair of ebony brown eyes that were flashing in front of your eyes at that moment when you felt something sharp wounding your face. The smell of old wood, stiff whiskey, the fire from candles around were almost suffocating you in the small space you were captured in. You couldn’t get the piercing deep eyes out of your mind. They were still there, ripping right throught your soul, making you feel weak. 

When the storm stopped and the boat was stable once again sound of a squeaking wood and footsteps made you woke up from your daydream. You looked up and saw a dark silhouette walking to your direction, stopping right in front of the cage. The weak light from a candle couldn’t reach his face. You gulped and quickly looked down in fear praying that the man didn’t come to kill you. You heard an amused chuckle coming from him. But ... you couldn’t raise your hand, you were too afraid. Yes, you wanted to scream the nastiest things into his face but to be honest.. this was much better than your life in your old house. You supposed to be the one of the noble family but they hated you for some reason and treated you like a servant. 

A cold breeze passed throught your spine as you heard him unlocking the cage and entering inside. You could only see his leather boots A pleasant smell of cocoa beans and surprising honey scent filled your nose. The man squatted down in front of you and the scent became even more intense. You could feel him watching you with interest but you still kept your head down stubbornly. 

“You’ll stay like this the whole time?” a deep voice echoed in your ears making you shiver. But you just swallowed and didn’t do anything, didn’t move an inch. You couldn’t see him but he leaned his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. “Then we will do an exchange. I’ll give you food and you’ll show me your eyes... deal, beautiful?” he asked you. It was true that you were starving and it doesn’t seem so bad. You nodded. “Good girl.” he said and you slowly looked up. 

Your eyes widened. Your voice stopped in your throat and your body started shaking like a leaf in a rainstorm. Those eyes... when you heard the screams again. You quickly backed as backwards as possible your soul filling up with fear, confusion and then rage. It was him! It was him who took you and threw you here! It was he who wounded your face! “Hey, hey... you don’t have to worry now. But I guess you remembered, right?” he chuckled. You nodded looking at him. He didn’t look like pirates you saw before. He wasn’t old, drunk or looking like a disgusting pig. His face looked more like the face of a prince than a pirate’s. 

“Like what you are seeing, beautiful?” he lifted right eyebrow cockily. You suddenly felt rage. How dare he to talk to you like that?! “It was you! You did this to my face! You destroyed everything! You fucking-!” he stopped you by covering your mouth. “Fierce are we? I’ll uncover your face now and you’ll be calm. Or I’ll extend that wound even further, all the way down to your neck. Am I clear?” he asked in a darker voice. You had tears in your eyes but nodded and he did as he said.  

“Now...” he started. His beautiful form leaned closer to you. Your faces almost touching and you could feel your cheeks heating up. His eyes were dangerous but something in them was making you froze but heat up at the same time. He placed his hot palm on your thigh and your breathing became uneven. It was like he knew what effect he has. When his face was close, lips almost brushing yours, you only heard the sound of opening a lock and you felt your arms being released out of the chains. He just winked at you and stood up. As he walked out of the cage he held the doors opened for you and signalized for you to come out. You stood up and carefully walked out. Running didn’t even cross your mind since you knew you are in the middle of an ocean. 

He looked at you up and down and pointed at tens of barrels standing there, “There is a water. I brought you soap and dress. Wash and come up. I’ll give you the food as we agreed for letting me see your eyes.” he said in a soft tone and walked up the stairs to the higher level of a boat.

You didn’t know what was happening but you did as he said. You were glad that you could wash away the blood and your sweat. You even washed your hair and slicked them back making your face perfectly on display. You dressed into the long cotton white dress he gave you. It fit perfectly and were extremely soft and comfortable. Without knowing you smiled to yourself thanking him in your head. That was the moment when your hungry stomach made its entry and you remembered what the handsome pirate has told you. You didn’t know if you could trust him but what else you should do? You were already in the middle of nowhere, at the end of the Earth.  

You started walking up the stairs and you walked up two levels until you saw the sky above you. As you walked to the main deck of a ship you were surprised how the air changed and how cold thunderstorm transformed into a warm summer night with a light breeze. You heard steps and you turned to the direction with fear. But only a handsome young man was looking at the ocean calmly. “E-excuse me?” you asked with a small voice. The man looked at you and gave you a heartwarming smile. “You look better. I’m glad you are okay. You didn’t look very well when we get you here.” he said and walked closer to you. He was tall. He bowed, “I’m Hyungwon, nice to meet you Y/N.” he smiled. 

“How you know my name?” you wondered. He chuckled. “We all know a lot more than your name.” he said. You felt uneasy. How he knew your name? Who he meant by ‘we all’? It was weirder every moment. Suddenly you heard heels clicking on the wooden floor and in a second a beautiful woman with long legs, almost as tall as Hyungwon in her high heels, appeared next to him and took his hand to hers. “Don’t scare her, Hyungwon.” she said and turned to you with a smile. You quickly noticed almost identical scar as you had but it didn’t made her less beautiful. “Excuse him, please, He sometimes acts strange. I’m Clare.” she said. 

“Y/N... But how you know my name?” you asked the two people. Judging by how the woman was clinging to the tall male you guessed they were a couple. “Thanks to him.” Clare chuckled and pointed behind you. You turned to the direction and saw that man from before with those sharp ebony brown eyes. “I guess we should go away.” she chuckled when the man started walking to you. “Go away and don’t scare her. Both of you.” he said firmly but with a hint of playfulness in his voice. “Yes, captain!” the couple saluted and with giggles ran away to the lower level of the boat. You smiled, they looked so cute. 

“So this is the smile I was waiting for. Such a shame it wasn’t for me.” he said with a grin. As soon as he said it you stopped making him chuckle and shook his head. When you didn’t want to look at him he sighed and walked even closer. He gently took your hands in his and lifted your chin to look into your eyes. “Where is my food?” you asked in a cold tone. “Patience, beautiful. Before our dinner, I would like to invite you for a walk around the deck. Will you give me that honour?” he asked and stretched out his hand for you to take it. 

You were angry but... something in him was pulling you to him. You took his hand and his face brightened up with the most beautiful smile you ever saw. Your heart melted in a second and you suddenly were ready to give him all the time you have in this world. 

He bowed, tightened his grip and started walking straight with you by his side. “The stars are so beautiful tonight.” he said. You looked up and must agree with him. They were shining like big diamonds. “But there is one thing more beautiful than the stars tonight.” he said and stopped. You two were standing in the front of the main deck and the warm breeze was messing with your hair and tickling your skin. 

“First of all, I’m sorry about this.” he gently caressed your face wound with his finger. “But there wasn’t another way for them to know that you belong to me.” he breathed out. How dare he? How could he say that you are his property? “I’m not anyone’s.” you said firmly. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that, beautiful. I did it to protect you. With this... no one will ever try to hurt you because they’ll know I would kill them and their whole family.” he said it calmly as if it was the most simple thing 

“Why am I here?” you wondered. “Because you deserved a better life, beautiful. Maybe this will sound crazy but I fell in love as soon as I saw you on the market some days before. I saw how your own family treated you. I didn’t feel such a rage in many years.” he sighed and looked straight to your eyes. “And when I found out it was the family we wanted to have some ‘fun’ with I needed to act fastly. Save you and hold you in my arms... You are the gem that is worth of worshipping.” he sighed. He let go of your hands walked back a little and covered his eyes, “I’m so sorry. I must sound crazy.” he said, his voice obviously shaking. 

Your heart was melting. No one ever told you such beautiful words. No one ever actually cared about you. He was your captor but he was so nice, so warmhearted, so soft with you... he couldn’t be bad. “You do sound a little crazy but it’s pleasant to listen.” you smiled a little.

When he saw you smiling his gorgeous smile came back. He was again close to you, “I should introduce myself, right? I’m Changkyun.” he said taking your hand putting it on his cheek. He was ready for you to flinch and take your hand back but you stayed like that and his heart sank. 

“Everything is better than living with that family. And you ... Changkyun.” you smiled when you said his name. It was such a pretty name. “Was nice to me. Except for that cage.” you lifted your eyebrow.  “Well that.” he chuckled awkwardly. “I did it for your own good. You weren’t conscious at all. It looked like you were drugged or something. You were ready to jump to the ocean. I couldn’t let that happen.” he gave you a sad smile. 

Your eyes widened. You started thinking about what could cause that and your memory slowly started opening. Your sisters holding you and making you swallow some pills that your mother gave them. Them ripping your clothes so most of your skin was showing. They did the exact thing to your maid when they sold her like a slave. They didn’t want to sell you... right?

A tear slipped on accident. Yes, you hated them but they still were your family. Suddenly you felt touch and when you looked at Changkyun he was as close to your face as in the cage before, but now he was drying your tears away. “T-thank you..” you whispered. 

“I would do that again countless times, beautiful.” he said. Changkyun slowly leaned his head to the side and connected your lips. The connection light as a feather, his lips so bashful against yours. You smiled. He wasn’t what you expected from a pirate captain. He was maybe strong in battles but you felt that when it came to you he would always be like a cute little peaceful puppy. 

“Let’s see where the night will take us...” he whispered. 

“Well, the night can take me to a dinner table. I really hungry now.” you both chuckled at the same time as he connected your foreheads. 

[charonaraccoon]

Kissing prompt: Marc/Alex - life or death

This is a little bit inspired by Cassandra Clare’s “The mortal instruments” series and the fairy queen, so it’s a medieval/fantasy AU (What it is with me and AU’s lately?^^), but I hope you like it anyway. Important notion: this is just fiction, but it sure was a hell of a lot fun to write xD -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

They’ve entered the realm by accident.

They’ve lost their hunting party after Marc��s horse tripped over a trunk and he fell off Arcas’ back with a loud yelp.

Alex turns around at the loud noise and watches his brother get up from the ground and instantly check up on his stallion. Alex slides off his horse and lead it back along the narrow path lined by thick and old trees. “You okay?” “Yeah, he’s just half as clumsy as me, he’ll be fine. Let’s walk back to the keep.” Alex narrows his eyes at Marc and picks a leaf from the fine fabric of his dark red cloak. “It might take us two hours!” Marc’s laughter echoes through the covert. “What? You’re too fine to walk now that you’ve married that fine lady of yours?” A shadow creeps over Alex’s face and settles in his eyes. “You know, I did that at father’s command. It saved us from falling out with the lordship for good.” “I know, I just don’t like her.” Alex stares at Marc’s back as he trudged in front of him and shakes his head. His brother is the only person imaginable who would insult his own countess, Alex’s choice and their father’s decision simultaneously – with a shrug and a laugh. It’s true, though, Alex thinks and ducks underneath a low branch, it’s a marriage based on political and financial reasons and nothing else. He keeps staring at Marc and smiles at him carefully rearranging the rains to lead Arcas across the stone-bridge. I’m just glad, I could save you from that fate.

They walk on in silence, until Marc stops and sniffles. “I think, we’ve took a wrong turn, I don’t know where we are anymore.” Alex huffs and turns around. The forest has become thicker and darker by every step. The air I moist and tinged with the smell of moss and ancient woodwork. “I’ve never been here before…” “And you’ll never leave again.” 

Both brothers freeze as a high laughter reverberates through the forest, making leaves dance and shake as it brushes through the crowns like wind. Arcas stratles and Marc can’t hold onto the reins as the stallion bursts off into the woodwork. “Arcas!” “Cario!” Alex shouts, but his own mare tears through the bushes and into the darkness. The laugh drowns out their panicked neighs. “Who are you?!” Marc shouts and nearly drew his sword, if Alex hadn’t put a hand onto the handle. “Don’t! It’s the wood folk. Once you insult them, they’ll kill us.” “Wood folk?” Marc echoes, black eyes filled with terror, although he shakes his head and a disbelieving grin tugs at his lips. “They’re just stories the maids told us to make us listen to them…” Alex swallows, as a low whisper reaches his ears. A look into Marc’s face shows that he can hear it as well. “Noble, but after the war fallen in esteem. Status and pride is what you seek to redeem. But – what’s that?” A figure appears between two old oak trees, a woman surrounded by a green shimmer in a long and silky dress, which seems to be see-through just as her whole body seems to be summoned by the wind and the leaves dancing to her feed. The crown of thorns is decorated with dead butterflies. She’s beautiful, but her childlike face speaks of timeless cruelty. She tilts her head, colourless eyes bore into both of them and seem to turn Alex’s innards around in an icy grip, turning his very soul inside out. Her laugh is a heartless bird’s chirp “Even darker secrets lie behind dark eyes. Different wish the heart desperately sighs. A certain touch the skin and the soul crave It’s the only thing that could see you safe.” “What?!” Marc stares at the fairy with wide eyes. “Take what you want, be brave; Or find in these trees your early grave!” Suddenly the trees around them point their branches at both of them as if they were spears, sharp twigs pointing directly at Marc’s throat. “What is she talking about?!” Alex’s voice is a shaky yell and Marc closes his eyes. “It’s not true.” He mutters and another high-pitched laugh sends shivers down his spine. “Denial will be your downfall, the chance you miss. All I want to set you free, is a simple kiss.” Alex swallows drily and a root clings to his leg, as he tries to take a step in her direction. “Listen, Milady, I have a wife, if we could…” The voice sounds amused now, the glow around her angelic face almost white, as she continues. “A kiss, you yourself want more than anything, With someone you love more than everything” And her long and bony-white finger points at Marc. Alex’s eyes widen. “How-?!” And he remembers all the horror-stories his mother’s maid has told him, when he’s been a child. The wood folk, fairies, djinns, ghosts, they feed of your innermost secrets and the pain you feel by revealing them. They suck them in and fill their nightly cries with mortal’s cravings, while day dance around the forest and steer the wind in the highest branches. It’s old and dangerous magic and it became a threat to humans, after they cleared more and more forests, endangering them. So they turned against humans, using their hidden thought against them and torture them or kill them on the spot. 

Alex bites his lip and stares up at the beautiful woman in terror. Marc’s head sinks to his chest, as he stares to the floor, jaw clenched and eyes watering. Alex can tell, what’s going on and shakes his head.

“Marc… we said…” “I know, what we said!” Utter sadness in black eyes filling with tears. She’s going to kill us both… “She’s going to ki-“ “I know, but we said, we would never ever give in to that…” “I know… but it’s going to save your life.” and kill me… Alex feels himself nodding and as soon as the decision is made, the trees retreat to their former motionless positions and the roots sink back into the soil. Marc turns to him and cups his cheeks, before pulling him down and pressing a desperate kiss to his lips. Alex clings onto him, trying to convince the fairy that she got, what she wanted, digging his fingernails into Marc’s hair and pressing close to him. Marc sighs and pulls him in further. The laughter fainting into the fog of the covert will haunt Alex for months, a terrifying and piercing sound, that sends shivers down his spine. They part and stare into each other’s wide eyes, before Alex turns around and sigh in relief. “She’s gone. We’re safe.” No we’re not, Marc thinks, but nods, a lump in his throat making it difficult to swallow. “Let’s go back. Your wife must be worried.” And Alex stares at Marc’s retreating back, as his brother and so much more to him, trudges through the woodwork to find the path again – a path they’ve both irrevocably lost forever now. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Okay, this was strange... What do you think? :D 

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Oscar's elation that his sister was finally responsive was completely demolished when Clare refused to acknowledge him. What had he done? Like a forming tornado confusion mixed with his fear of losing Em and, for the first time in God knows how long, he didn't know what to do.  Things had been going so well for them. His mind retraced everything that had happened since the dart booth and came up emptyhanded as to why she was now refusing his presence.

His gaze of shock was finally pulled back to reality when Torri ended up across from him and started CPR. His thoughts refocused on Emily. Twitches now flashed through both sets of fingers along with her feet. She was coming to.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She was bombarded by faces that hadn't been there a moment ago when she fell.  Her lungs began to fill with air and she gasped loudly once thebariwaves opened completely. Torri pressed on her chest rhythmically and a small, barely audible groan escaped her with each press.

“Stop....Free her chest....she can breathe.”

The words slowly formed in her ears. The voice wasn't immediately recognized before a hand went firmly to her jaw, opening it and peering inside.  Alarm bells began ringing in the distance as her mind tried desperately to wrap itself around the situation. The calm press to her throat, pulse now regaining strength, was momentary, but still an unfamiliar touch. The finger waving in her face was slender and she did her best to focus on its owner.

Her sight slowly unblurred itself and her eyes began searching for a face she recognized. They darted between Torri and then Clare and Oscar? What had happened?  They left her brother and found him.

"Jace...what..." she started to choke out rapidly, trying to sit up.

Oscar gently pushed her back down. "Shhh," he told her through a coarse voice, struggling to keep it together. "Don't move."

Relief flooded through his veins and he couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. He glanced to Clare only to be met with cold indifference. She blatantly refused to even look at him and for some unknown reason it felt like a spear had just pierced his chest. It tightened as he pulled gisngaze back to Emily.

"Everything's gonna be fine," he told his sister, stroking her hair.

Emily could feel small tugs at both arms followed by the pressure of a bandage. It wasn't after everything seemed to be cleared away that she was allowed to finally get up.  Oscar helped her to her feet which wobbled under her weight. One hand firmly in Oscar's, the other instinctively searched for Jace's. Her brother was forced to momentarily let go of her when a bag was tossed his way. He caught it at the last second and looked to Clare with a worried brow.

"Clare."

Her name fell from his lips full of the unspoken need for him to get her attention. His voice quietly pleaded with her to look his way, unsuccessfully. When Emily wobbled again, his arms shot out for her, catching her  before she fell.

"Clare, come on," he called to her once more, this time a spike of panic in his voice as he reached for Emily.

"Alright. We get it.  He ain't ta blame," Daryl said trying once again to diffuse a situation between them. 

Maybe he had been wrong about bringing them to Alexandria. It was too late however and he would have to see it through. Especially now that Emily so obviously needed their help.  The rest he could deal with later. 

Emily tried to return Jace's smile, but it was full of sadness. The memory of the control room and their ensuing argument came back in flashes before a fully formed picture began to play.  Jace was going to leave. And with Clare's insistence she feared it would happen much sooner than expected. Panic tried it's best to break through the rebooting of her system, but was squashed by her exhaustion, leaving it a dull pit in her stomach.

Oscar's eyes were glued to Clare throughout the spectacle. She was leaving?!? His eyes gave away his hurt over the thought of her leaving them behind. Especially now.  He felt a pull of...what exactly he didn't know....but her aura was now tethered to his and the tug of the strings nearly made his knees give out. 

"It wasn't his fault. We get it," he assured her quietly.

----

Oscar switched between carrying Em and helping her walk as they travelled. She was still weak, but he saw her growing strength the farther away from the park they got.  His gaze always seemed to fall the back of Clare's head, her fiery red hair swaying gently as she walked alongside Jace.

"You're practically drooling," Emily's qyuet voice rang out.

"What?" Oscar asked, finally tearing his eyes away.

"Clare," she explained simply. "You've been staring at her since we left."

His eyes went back to Clare.

"See," she said with a labored chuckle, forcing him to wrap his arm around her tighter. "You can't keep your eyes off her. Were you guys iff banging or something?

"What?! No. It's not like that," he denied truthfully.

She gave him ad knowing of a look as she could muster. "Please. I've only ever seen you get like this with one other person. Liv," she told him.

The mention of Liv clenched at his heart with despair. "We didn't bang," he told her definitively. "Liv is still my one and only, but we were...I don't know....becoming friends if you can call it that and I didn't exactly hate the idea."

"Alright Casanova," she teased with another strained laugh.

"That's all."  He scooped her up without hesitation to ease her strain. "You need to take it easy Ms. Myers," he countered just as knowing and teasing.

"Fuck off," she said a bit breathlessly.

-----

Daryl held up a hand to stop the group as they came to the gates of Alexandria. Spencer was on duty up in the tower and Daryl waved up at him, the glint of his binoculars sparkling against the sun.  He walked to open the gate and they began to mave aside.  The group headed through, Emily and Oscar being ushered off to the infirmary while Daryl escorted the rest to meet with Deanna, grabbing Rick along the way.

Rick glanced back at those following before bringing his attention to his friend. "You think they'll work?"

"I dunno," Daryl shrugged. "But we could use the extra bodies against this Negan guy."

Rick looked away, knowing Daryl was right. Deanna only knew so much about their adversary and they'd yet found him.  An extra set of eyes would be helpful.  Not to mention the extra fighting power it brought along with it.

"And the sick girl?"

"Ate some bad berries," he explained with the connotation it wasn't a bite that sickened her. "Tha' was her brother carrying her. Only thing ya might have ta worry 'bout is Goldie Locks back there getting into it with 'im. Those two don' seem ta like each other."

Rick glanced back once more and found the man he was referring to. "Don't tell Deanna," he said coming back to Daryl. "We can handle it when and if it comes. We need them.  I've got a plan to find Negan and take him out for good," he assured his friend, walking the rest of the way in silence.

Daryl and Syd ushered the newbies to a few seats in Deanna's foyer and the leader appeared from within the kitchen holding a tray of cookies.

"Welcome to Alexandria," she said with a smile. 

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“I don’t know,” Syd started as the duo walked. “I’m just not a…group person. You of all people should know that,” she added with a small smirk.

“Yea. I know,” he replied, slight defeat in his voice. “Hell, I felt like I couldn’t be part’s group ‘cuz bad luck follows me everywhere. Bur it ain’t like that no more. N'it don’t have ta be for you neither.”

He was about to plead his case further when the crack of a branch rang out somewhere in the treeline. Daryl put a hand up, stopping Sydney. He listened to the returning silence a moment before calling out.

“Alive or dead?”

Nothing.

When a second branch cracked the two sprung into action and entered the treeline. A small group of walkers were spread out among the woods and the two made quick work of them.

“Look. All I’m saying is that maybe I��d be better off outside the walls. I could still be a part of what you have, but on my own terms,” Syd offered, wiping her blade on her pant leg before sliding it back in its sheath. She then began searching the lifeless walker nearest to her. “Bingo,” she said to herself when she managed to removed his backpack and found it half loaded with useful supplies. “Guess its our lucky day,” she said holding it up.

Off in the nearby distance a shuffling could be heard and Daryl’s head whipped toward it, quietly pulling his crossbow to the ready. He put a finger to his lips at Syd and she nodded in understanding. She sold the bag onto her back and pulled out her own sidearm, ready to help Daryl defend against whatever may be coming their way.

“Alive or dead?” he repeated when the noose continued.

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BEAST by SC Daiko Released!!

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I’ve been sold by my own father to a beast.

Gleb Sokolov is the definition of a savage.

He’s an animal in bed and everywhere else.

A notorious Russian mobster, badass personified.

And my father just sold me to him, to pay off a debt.

But there’s something Gleb doesn’t know… we have a son,

and I’ll do anything to keep him from finding out.

Eva Petrenko.

Sassy, secretive, trouble with a capital T.

She drives me fucking insane.

Except, when her father offers her to me, I find I can’t resist.

She belongs with me, even if she refuses to believe it.

Eva hates me, but I’ll go to the ends of the earth to protect her.

Problem is, Eva’s father isn’t the only one with debts…

and mine are the kind I’ll need to pay with my own blood.

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SC Daiko, aka Siobhan (pronounced Shivawn), is an award-winning, international bestselling contemporary romance author. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats.

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EXCERPT

Without warning, my head starts to spin. Shit, I shouldn’t have drunk that cocktail so fast. I can’t see any signs indicating the bathroom. Maybe I can escape for a few minutes behind one of these doors? I’m not that desperate to pee, just need somewhere peaceful to sit and wait for my brain to clear.

I step into an office unlike any I’ve been in before. Ritzy, with an executive desk in the center that’s the size of my bed at home. My eyes are immediately drawn to a stack of banknotes on top of the shiny surface. I tiptoe across the room.

Wow, it’s a pile of one-hundred-dollar bills.

I pick one up to examine it.

Surely these can’t be real?

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” a baritone voice booms.

The air around me compresses, and I spin around.

A man in a tux is standing in the doorway, piercing blue eyes glowering at me. He’s so big his shoulders nearly meet the doorjambs.

And he’s drawn a fucking gun on me!

“I was looking for the bathroom.�� I drop the money back onto the table, my heartbeat thudding in my ears.

Blue Eyes paces up to me, holsters his firearm and grabs my wrist. “Who sent you to snoop?” His English is good, but I detect a familiar intonation. “Was it Vadim Rayt?” he adds.

“No one sent me,” I blurt out in Russian. “I’m telling the truth.”

I try to squirm out of Blue Eyes’ hold, but he pulls me against his rock-hard chest, towering above me and invading my senses with his spicy sandalwood cologne.

“Let me go.” I struggle and aim a kick at his shin.

His laugh is scornful. “Not before you give me a better explanation.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to come up with something. “I just needed some time out.”

“Time out? You’ve got to be kidding. The only women who come in here on their own are hookers. High-class hookers who bribe the doorman.” His gaze roves over my body. “Either you’re a whore or a spy. Which one is it?”

An idea occurs to me. How I can get out of this situation. “I’m a hooker,” my voice purrs.

I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been so blatant… like ever. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Once I’ve gotten his pants down around his legs I’ll make a run for it. I reach for his belt buckle with my free hand.

With a groan he lets go my wrist and pushes me to my knees. “You better be good.”

I’ve never given a blow-job in my life. It wasn’t something I felt I could offer my ex, the only boyfriend I’ve ever had.

But I’m not gonna suck Blue Eyes off, am I?

This is only a means to an end.

I pull down his suit pants, and he releases his monster cock himself. Oh. My. God. There’s a ring-style piercing at the tip. Is that what they call a Prince Albert? I stare at it, fascinated.

“Like what you see, Kotenok?”

Somehow, I don’t mind being called kitten by him.

Mistake, Eva.

Big mistake.

Focus on the task at hand… You need to get out of here.

I jump to my feet and prepare to run.

But he grabs me by the hair, yanking me against him. “Oh, yes, you are good, little slut. But not as good as you think you are. Time you learned a lesson.”

He steps out of his pants and drags me over to his executive chair.

“What are you doing?” I yelp.

“Punishing you for attempting a fast one. I’m going to spank your ass.”

“And then you’ll let me go.” It’s more a statement than a question.

“One step at a time, Kitten. First, I will punish you… then we negotiate.”

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part 2

Part two who I was

Hey babes it's your girl Nikki again, just got in from the Gym.  Since I went through my changes I seem to be able to handle the naughty stuff in life and all the sex helps but this perfect bod still needs work and pain to keep itself perfect. I could talk about self love but if my last post should make clear it's that I'm not short on that. Plus I'm getting close to seducing my coach, I can see the way she keeps looking at my tits and ass when she thinks I'm not looking. She's coming to terms with it so all I have to do is wait and keep doing those stretches and she'll get what she really wants.

I'll let you know all about it once she gives in.

But enough about lusty but repressed middle class chick who wants to fuck , today I'm gonna talk about a no longer repressed  middle class (technically) chick loves to fuck. We're gonna talk start the story of how I became the perfect Bimbo Goddess. So it's best to start at the beginning so we see what person all the wonderful things happened to make my fabulous fuckable self so completely perfect.

So lets start at who I was before this all began. Let's introduce Nichole, the girl I used to be.

At the start of my wonderful changes Nichole was a 18 year old Biochemistry student studying at the University of Liverpool. I came from a good middle class boring family, who work in respectable jobs, read the guardian and enjoy cheese boards. I was raised in a pleasant middle England village, appeared in the local papers for all sorts of do-gooder community stuff and didn't say fuck until I was 15.

my height was the average 5.4, I tended towards skinny....well scrawny really in terms of weight . I wasn't just thin my bod had no real definition, no curves no bumps, just some weird wiry chicken bod.  My  breasts where small, I wouldn't even call them perky I'd say at best I was sporting something which could fit into AA bra's. The nipples where just as depressing, I almost passed as a my teenage boy in the chest area. I've nailed fat guys with better tits, they were not particularly sensitive either.....I don't think I got a moment of pleasure out of them or the few occasions I had a “sexual experience.” as I put it since I never got comfortable with the work fuck.

My Ass was equally depressing, I had  a bony butt. No junk in my trunk.   No muscles, no meat, no tone my pale none-ass leading into bony hairy legs J. My hips? What hips? My scrawny build left me looking like a 14 year old pre-pubescent boy. My face was....ugh,  patrician nose. Thin lips, some cheekbones and dull grey/blue eyes concluding a fairly nerdy face. The mousey brown man bun hair crowing this whole me didnt do any favours. The overall affect was at best-unfuckable hispter.

But then again my' fashion' choices didn't do me any favours. I considered myself an outsider and dressed as such, no make-up to enhance what little I had backed up by bland baggy clothes lacking definition (not that their was much to define). I never bothered with a bra so nothing was really on show and I usually wore hoodies or t-shirts. Usually with some stupid hipster or political slogan on the front. At least I wore ripped jeans, although I fucked that up by not shaving my legs as a “statement”.  The only thing I did right was the piercings the ears, one in the tongue  and a lower cyber bite. Although I never wear earrings or any jewellery. I had a nasal, nervous squeaky voice which which always sounded like I was about to get really upset and my accent was very very English middle class.

You might think I was miserable and lonely being such an uggo but I had plenty of friends and was enjoying uni. I was heavily involved in politics and fighting the power with how 'woke' I was, Feminism and animal rights. I'd even gone along to some animal liberation front stuff. I was a regular at meetings about body positivity and so on. I loved going to slam poetry recitals and intersectional coffee mornings. I wrote poetry about nature of the female divine vs the demiurge patriarchy.

Which is funny since I call myself a Goddess a fair bit but I've yet to meet my guy equivalent.

I was really outspoken about my politics and pretty much everything. I'd been the smartest kid in school and something of an outsider. Now I was at uni I was surrounded by people who where cut from the same cloth. I had something I would have considered fun and even had a boyfriend called Steven. I broke with him about a month before we really get going. Nichole felt he was too focused  on the physical aspects of our relationship.

Nikki finds this hilarious considering Nicole only fucked him twice, the 2nd time she was thinking about her lecturer and she was crap.

I also had/have friends. To be fair most of them have put of distance between me.  I get the impression think I betrayed the cause/s

I have an younger brother he's more of a beer drinking football type and I've never really had much to say to him or about him, except it's for the best he keeps his distance from me for his own good.   My mum and dad where cut from the same cloth as me, poetry, feminism et etc. The relationship is....well we'll get into that.

One final thing, When I say I'm smart I'm really smart. Top of my class smart, I can't remember a time when I've found something in biology or chemistry hard. I'm generally pretty smart across the board as well.

I don't resent Nichole, I mean I resent the fact time as her and not Nikki .but nothing about her repulses me, In fact, I'd probably try to fuck her if I met her. She'd hate me, my changes would frighten her and certainly avoid the wonderful things which would occur to me. I don't mind, she was a caterpillar who didn't know about the butterfly.

So the stage is set Nicola the boring boyish cliché student has settled into university life and is ready to go for the next part. I'm going to take it easy tonight and enjoy a quiet night in sliding my fingers between my legs thinking about all the naughty things I'd like to do to my personal trainer. I'm getting wet just thinking about her.... Clare's posh accent, her tight ass and blonde hair.....oh my.

She just texted me.

I'll see you all soon.

:)