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The Gardener {Part Four}

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Part Four

Things come to a head when you decide to confront the Mikaelsons, before your magic consumes you.

♡♡ Sorry for the slow progress on this one! I hope ya'll enjoy the ending! ♡♡

6.4k words - Warnings: little bit of smut, lots of violence, Klaus being Klaus, more brother fighting, Elijah down bad, lots of magical hijinks and lots of death..????...

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The building was a ruin, a pile of rubble, and the ground was covered in vines and roots, spreading out and delving deep into the ground. The street was cracked and broken, and the air was thick with the smell of death and decay.

Wolves, witches and any other enemy to the vampires were clambering over the ruins, hacking away at the wood, taking whatever they could.

Maeve was giddy, stumbling around cheering and encouraging the rabble. You watched her hack off a smaller branch and start whittling at it with a dagger, laughing and dancing around.

"Take as much as you can! Don't stop!" She shouted, a feral grin on her face.

She handed off her newly made stake to one of the wolves, who looked at it, confused.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, his brow furrowing.

"Stab a fucking vampire!" She yelled, and then turned back to her task, snapping off another branch.

You were watching from afar, sitting on the curb, your mind still reeling. You couldn't believe it. They were all gone.

Agnes, Beatrice, Ava, Liza, the coven, all of your friends, gone. But you could still feel their magic inside you, their essence lingering. It made you sick, the way it made you feel powerful, but it also filled you with guilt.

"This is the best day of my life," Maeve said, skipping over to you, her arms laden with branches.

"Really?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, definitely," she said, dropping her load on the ground, her eyes alight with joy, "it's not every day that you destroy a thousand year old evil and become a god."

"You're not a god," you said, shaking your head.

"Oh but I am," she said, her smile growing, "and so are you! Can't you feel it? The power, the energy, the magic, it's all ours now, the city is ours!"

She was practically vibrating with excitement, and you couldn't help but smile.

"It is pretty amazing," you admitted, looking up at the giant tree, "but I can't believe they're all gone."

Maeve's expression grew somber and she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

"I know," she said, squeezing you close, "but it's okay. We all knew the risks, and we all did this together. They'll be watching over us, guiding us."

You nodded, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face.

"I didn't think I would make it, honestly," she said, letting out a soft laugh, "I was so sure I was gonna die, I didn't think I was strong enough, or smart enough. But I did, and I'm here, and now, we're gonna win."

You looked at her, a smile tugging at your lips, and then a werewolf jumped onto the curb, brandishing his new stake.

"I dedicate this stake to Klaus Mikaelson! The great abomination!" He bellowed, and the crowd of vengeful rabble cheered, pumping their fists and screaming. "I shall sink it into his heart and watch the life drain from his eyes!”

The group erupted into roars and cheers, and the werewolf ran off, the crowd following him, chanting and howling.

"That werewolf is too stupid to realize he's dead already," Maeve said, shaking her head.

"Then why give them the stakes?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because they need to feel useful," she said, shrugging. "And maybe there is a chance, like throwing a bunch of darts at a dart board. Who knows? Maybe one will hit the bullseye."

"Maybe," you said, staring up at the giant tree. "It's up to us though, isn't it? To finish this, to kill Klaus."

"Yep," Maeve said, smiling. "Then the rest of them… Including Elijah....," she trailed off, giving you a sideways glance.

"Yes, Maeve," you said, rolling your eyes, "I know."

"Do you?" She asked, her tone growing serious.

"Yes, and I'm fine. I don't- ....I won't let my feelings cloud my judgment," you said, holding her gaze.

"They died for this, Agnes, sweet Bea...," her eyes welled up with tears, "they gave their lives for this. I need to know, if it comes down to him or us, which will you choose?"

You hesitated, her words hitting you like a ton of bricks. You looked away, trying to avoid her stare, but she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"Choose."

"I will choose freedom from oppression always," you said, your voice low. "Even if it means killing him."

She studied your face, searching for any hint of a lie, and then nodded, letting go of your chin.

"I know we've never exactly been close... But it's just us, you and me now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've got your back, and you've got mine. Right?"

"Right."

She smiled and stood up, stumbling a little as she dusted herself off, looking around at the wreckage and all the people grabbing branches and chunks of wood.

"We don't have long, I don't think we can hold this magic forever. Not if we want to live," she said, turning back to you. "That means we have to go now," she nodded towards the tree.

"Now? Like right now?" You asked, surprised.

"Yeah, why not?" She said, shrugging, "we're going up against the biggest, baddest, most powerful vampire ever, the element of surprise is the only advantage we have. So, let's use it."

"I just thought, I don't know, we would have more time," you said, running your fingers through your hair.

"More time for what? More time for us to lose our nerve? To think about certain suit wearing obstacles? We gotta act now, while we can," she said, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

You sighed, knowing she was right, knowing that there was no point in thinking about anything else. You couldn't save him, you had sacrificed too much for this already, it had to be worth it.

You stood up, giving her a small nod.

"Alright, let's do this."

The city was under siege, the French Quarter on fire. Werewolves had returned to the streets, attacking vampires left and right, their stakes at the ready. Witches were casting spells, creating traps and ambushes, luring vampires into their clutches.

It was chaos, the kind that Klaus usually relished, but this was different. This wasn't fun. He was being hunted, and he could feel the rage bubbling beneath the surface, the urge to destroy everything in his path.

“Niklaus!" Elijah's voice cut through the noise, and Klaus turned to see his brother rushing towards the entrance to the compound.

Marcel stumbled inside, covered in blood, a werewolf bite on his neck and a stake sticking out of his back. Elijah caught him, helping him to his feet.

"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" Klaus demanded, grabbing Marcel's shoulders and shaking him.

"Witches," Marcel said, gasping for air, the werewolf venom burning through his veins.

Elijah pulled the stake out of Marcel's back, guiding him to a sofa. Klaus watched them, his eyes narrowed.

"Witches are causing this?" He asked, his anger growing, "they're the ones responsible for the chaos in the Quarter?"

"Not just the Quarter, the whole city," Marcel said, wincing.

Klaus let out a sigh and bit down on his wrist, offering his blood to Marcel. Marcel hesitated, his eyes meeting Klaus'.

"Just take it, Marcel," Klaus said, his patience waning.

Marcel took Klaus' wrist, drinking the blood. The wound healed and the venom was neutralized, leaving Marcel weak and exhausted.

"What had made them so bold? Why now?" Klaus asked, pacing the room.

"Maybe it had something to do with this," Elijah said, his voice oddly quiet, and Klaus looked over at his brother, his gaze falling on the wooden stake.

"Is that?" He started to ask, but the words died on his lips.

"White oak," Elijah finished, holding it out to him.

Klaus stared at it, his expression completely blank, like his brain couldn't process what he was seeing.

"Impossible," he whispered, taking the stake.

"Apparently not," Elijah said, and Klaus could hear the fear in his voice.

"Where did this come from?" He asked, his hands shaking, he looked at Marcel, who was slowly getting up off the sofa.

"The wolves were the ones who attacked me," Marcel said, rubbing the spot where the stake had pierced him. "I killed a couple of them, but the rest fled. I think they are planning on attacking you,”

Klaus' eyes darkened and he stormed out of the room, the stake still in his hand. Elijah quickly chased after him, catching up to him before he exited the compound.

"Niklaus, wait," Elijah said, grabbing his brother's arm.

Klaus stopped and turned to face Elijah, his eyes filled with fury.

"They will pay for this," he growled, his grip tightening on the stake.

"There could be more out there," Elijah said, his eyes pleading, "we need to regroup, to plan, we cannot rush into this."

"You expect me to do nothing?" Klaus hissed, his anger rising. "You think I'll stand by and let my home burn? That I'll let these insolent fools threaten my family?"

"If they get to us, our sirelines go with us, you know that," Elijah said, his expression steely.

Klaus growled, his eyes flashing yellow, he hated feeling hopeless, stuck, weak.

"So what do you propose?" He spat, his words dripping with venom. "You want me to sit and wait for the axe to fall?"

"We need to stay here, let the vampires and werewolves handle each other," Elijah said, keeping his voice steady.

"It's not the wolves!" Klaus roared, pushing Elijah back, "it's the witches, they're the ones behind this."

"Niklaus," Elijah said, his voice soft, "how could they possibly-"

"I don't know!" Klaus yelled, throwing his arms in the air, his frustration and fear overwhelming him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His mind was racing, going a hundred miles an hour. He had to fix this, had to end this, he couldn't let anything happen to his family, his home.

Suddenly, it was like a light switch had flipped in his brain. His eyes widened and he turned to look at Elijah, his expression grim. He sped past him, up the stairs to the study, with Marcel and Elijah quickly following behind.

Klaus ripped the portrait off the wall and opened the safe, pulling out a small, wooden box. He held it in his hands, staring at it, his jaw clenching.

"What's that?" Marcel asked, his brow furrowing.

Klaus didn't respond, just opened it, and Elijah felt his blood run cold, his heart shatter. It was gone.

"Impossible," Elijah said, shaking his head.

Klaus threw the box across the room, the wood splintering, embedding into the wall. He was breathing heavily, his entire body was tense.

"I told you," he muttered, his hands clenched into fists. "I told you what she was... what she was capable of..."

Elijah stared at him, his heart sinking. He remembered the day that he had met you, the first time you had come to the compound. He remembered how beautiful you were, so soft and full of light. How could you possibly be capable of such a betrayal?

Klaus lunged at Elijah, his fist colliding with his jaw, and Elijah stumbled backwards. He recovered quickly, his own fists flying, striking Klaus across the face.

They brawled, punches and kicks being exchanged, and Elijah grabbed Klaus, throwing him into a table. They crashed to the floor, grappling and struggling.

"You have always been blinded by your feelings for her!" Klaus spat, his fangs bared, his face inches from Elijah's.

Marcel grabbed at him, trying to pull him off Elijah, but Klaus shrugged him off, pinning his brother to the ground.

"You fell for the oldest trick in the book! My noble brother, always willing to see the best in people, even when they're plotting against you," he snarled, his eyes flashing yellow, "how many times has it cost us, Elijah? How many times have we nearly died because of your stupid sentimentality?"

Elijah snarled, pushing Klaus back and landing a blow to his nose, knocking him to the ground. He pinned him down, his hands wrapped around Klaus' throat.

"You think I'm the fool?" Elijah growled, his grip tightening, "it was you who pushed the witches too far, you took away their hope, their freedom! You're the reason they're fighting back!"

Klaus grabbed the stake and jammed it into Elijah's neck, his eyes widening in shock. He pulled it out, and Elijah gasped, falling to the floor.

"Enough!" Marcel yelled, and he yanked the stake from Klaus' hand.

Klaus stood up, breathing heavily, staring down at his brother, his face filled with rage. Elijah coughed and sputtered, blood spilling from his mouth, the wound slowly healing.

"If we are going to survive this, we need to work together. Save the family drama for later," Marcel said, his voice hard.

Elijah stood up, wiping the blood from his face.

"He's right," he said, his voice hoarse.

"So, what do we do?" Marcel asked, glancing between the two brothers.

"We hunt them down," Klaus growled, his eyes filled with fury. "Those foul witches and their ilk."

"And then?" Elijah asked, his expression grave.

"We kill them all," Klaus said, his voice barely above a whisper, and the room grew quiet, the weight of his words hanging in the air. He looked at Elijah, his face filled with determination, "Every last one."

You made your way through the city, ducking into alleys and hiding whenever a vampire passed by. It was a bit odd to see the city so barren, the streets empty. You tried not to think about it, pushing away the memories of when they were thriving, full of vampires, witches and werewolves alike.

You didn't talk much, keeping quiet to avoid drawing attention to yourselves. But Maeve pointed to the trees and grass, the once green and vibrant plants that now lay withered and dead.

"Was that us?" she whispered. "Our magic?"

You just nodded, trying not to dwell on it. You had sacrificed a lot to get here, you couldn't lose focus now. You had to keep going, no matter what.

"We are going to die, aren't we?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

"Maybe, but so is everyone else," you replied, your voice equally low. "This is bigger than us, we have a chance to free everyone, to end the tyranny,"

You could feel the magic you had taken on, it was too much, twisting your insides, making you nauseous. You knew that the longer you kept it, the worse it would get. The ancestors didn't care that you were in agony, you were their vessel, a tool for their revenge.

"I've never really thought about the afterlife," Maeve said, a small smile creeping across her face. "But, I hope that it's peaceful, that my family is there waiting for me,"

"I'm sure it is," you said, your voice wavering.

"What about you? What do you hope the afterlife is like?" She asked, glancing over at you.

"I hope it's worth it," you whispered, "I hope that everything we did was worth it."

She nodded, her expression solemn. You didn't know what else to say, so you just headed towards the compound, the one place you didn't want to go.

As you grew closer, the damage done to the streets became more pronounced, the rubble thicker and heavier. You had to climb over fallen walls and dead trees, concrete stained with blood. There had been a fight, wooden stakes and branches lay strewn about the ground, but no bodies. Whatever wolves, vampires or witches had engaged them here were either dead or dragged away to be fed upon.

You tried not to think about it, clambering over the rubble, making your way through the gate, sticking to the shadows of the courtyard. It was dark, the sun hidden behind stormy gray clouds. You were glad for it, it would make sneaking around the compound easier, but a part of you wanted to see the sunshine one last time.

The bodies of a werewolf army lie strewn about the courtyard and the large pool of liquid in the middle of it. There were torn off heads, limbs, all in a pile and it was impossible to tell which person belonged to which body. There were a few witches as well, their bodies laying next to those of the wolves.

It was gruesome, the smell of blood and rot filling the air. You covered your mouth, trying not to vomit, but the sight was too much, the magic coursing through you amplifying your senses, and you dry heaved, clutching your stomach.

Before you had time to process what you were looking at, there was a strange shift in the air, and Klaus Mikaelson stood before you. He was covered in blood, his shirt torn and ragged. He was staring down at the pile of corpses, his expression blank.

"I presume it was you that caused this... massacre," he said, his voice eerily calm.

"No, pretty sure that was you," you retorted, and he smirked, a cold, hollow thing, turning to face you.

"I call it self defense. Why? Well they had these..." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and he held up a number of poorly whittled white oak stakes, "and were not afraid to use them."

He dropped the stakes, his eyes roving over you, then his gaze turned to Maeve, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

"I see you brought a friend," he said, his voice mocking. "Does she care to explain what's happening here, or am I going to have to torture it out of her?"

Maeve glared at him, her eyes narrowing, and she lifted her hand, a ball of flame appearing in her palm.

"We've come to kill you, to end your reign of terror," she said, her voice hard.

"Is that so?" He replied, his eyes gleaming. "I'm impressed, little witch, it takes a great deal of strength and cunning to kill an Original vampire."

He looked over at you, his expression turning dark.

"And quite a bit of debauchery too, considering the lengths in which you went to," he hissed, his tone bitter.

"This has nothing to do with us, Klaus," you said, taking a step towards him.

"Oh no?" He snapped, his voice rising, "sleeping with Elijah wasn't a calculated choice? That was all just a means to an end?"

"Don't," you growled, your voice low.

He threw back his head and laughed, a loud, mocking sound. Then he lunged, grabbing you by the throat, lifting you off the ground.

"I should kill you," he growled, his eyes burning with rage, "I should rip your throat out and tear your body to pieces."

Maeve's hands clenched into fists, the fire growing hotter, brighter, and she let out a scream, sending the ball of flame hurling towards Klaus.

He dropped you, flying backwards, crashing into the side of the building. You landed hard, the breath knocked out of you, your body aching. Maeve rushed to your side, helping you up. She pressed a stake into your hand, and you gripped it tightly, the wood smooth against your skin.

"Come on," she said, jerking her head towards Klaus, "let's finish this."

Klaus stood up, his shirt smoldering, the skin beneath it red and blistered. His eyes flashed yellow, and he lunged, moving faster than you could follow.

Maeve ran at him, the force of her magic causing Klaus to stumble, and he let out a roar, charging towards her. They collided in a flurry of blows, their hands and feet moving impossibly fast.

Klaus grabbed Maeve, his hands wrapping around her neck, and he began to squeeze. You ran at him, leaping onto his back, plunging a stake into his shoulder. He screamed in pain, throwing Maeve to the ground, and reached behind him, grabbing you by the throat.

He tore the stake from his shoulder, tossing it aside, and slammed you against the wall, his hands crushing your windpipe.

"Tell me, love," he sneered, his eyes boring into yours, "did you enjoy it?"

You stared at him, your mouth open, struggling to breathe, the magic within you bubbling and churning.

"All the pain you have caused, all the suffering, the lives ruined," he growled, his eyes darkening, "and you had the gall, the nerve, the audacity to pretend you are righteous,"

He was breathing heavily, his jaw clenching, and his hands tightened around your neck.

"To claim that you were better than me," he hissed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone, "to make Elijah believe that you loved him."

The magic inside you burst forth, exploding outward, and you sent a pulse of energy towards him, knocking him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, rolling a few times, coming to a stop against a stone pillar.

You collapsed in the heap, coughing and gasping for air, the magic flowing through you burning, searing. You screamed, your back arching, your limbs twitching, your muscles contracting. It was too much, the pressure, the pain, and the magic began to escape, slipping from your grasp, flowing into the air.

You watched it, like a wisp of soft twinkle lights, drifting away, it gravitated towards the wood, the stakes and branches strewn about the compound, to the beams above you. It sank into them, filling them, and the wood began to glow, burning with the same white light that flowed through you.

Maeve stumbled to her feet, stake in hand, it was disintegrating, falling apart in her palm. She knew this was her last chance, she couldn't afford to wait any longer, the magic was escaping her, draining from her body and draining her life.

She snarled and launched himself at him and they rolled across the ground, grappling and fighting. She screamed and struggled, the force of her magic beating against his chest, but he was too strong, pinning her down.

You took a single step forward, and then you felt it; a sudden rush of coldness, a wave of despair, as his hand touched your arm. You turned, and he was standing there, Elijah.

He looked like he had been through hell. His clothes were tattered, his face covered in dirt and blood. But it was his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that broke your heart. They were full of pain, a sorrow so deep, so profound, that you couldn't look away.

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither of you saying a word. And then you heard a cracking sound, Maeve's scream, and Klaus' triumphant roar.

You saw her body fall, limp and lifeless, the white oak stake gone, Klaus holding the splintered remains in his hands.

The whispers grew deafening, chanting in unison, filling your mind, the voices blending together, drowning out all thought, and you were filled with rage.

You struggled in Elijah's grip, the magic swirling and coiling within you, ready to be released.

"Let me go," you hissed, your voice filled with venom.

He didn't budge, his grip tightening, but he wasn't looking at you. Klaus stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, his mouth twisted into a smug grin.

"It's over, brother," he said, his voice mocking, "kill her and end this,"

You snarled and kicked, lashing out with your magic, the air rippling. You struck him in the chest, and he fell backwards, his grip loosening, and you ripped yourself from his arms, turning to face him.

He looked like you had stabbed him in the heart, his expression crumpling. You felt dizzy, drunk almost, on the power. Everything was so vivid, so intense. Your senses were overwhelmed, your head spinning. Maeve's magic flowed through you, and you could feel her essence, her soul. The voices of your ancestors were a chorus in your head, a chorus calling for the deaths of all vampires.

Elijah moved, reaching out, trying to grab you, but you sidestepped him, dodging his attempt to restrain you. You turned towards him, the anger and pain that you had kept locked away, bubbling to the surface.

"You're all monsters," you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We are," Elijah said, his eyes full of anguish.

You felt a surge of emotion, your vision blurring, and a tear rolled down your cheek.

"I wish I had never met you," you whispered. "Why... Why did you have to take everything from me?"

He didn't answer, just stared at you, his face pale. You could hear Klaus chuckle behind you, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

"Come now, love," he drawled, "that's hardly fair."

You spun around, the magic inside you thrumming, your fingers twitching.

"You have no idea what's fair!" You snapped, your voice shaking.

Klaus smirked, taking a step towards you, but Elijah blocked his path, standing in front of you.

"Move," Klaus snarled, his eyes glowing yellow.

"No," Elijah said, his voice strained.

"You can't save her, brother," Klaus said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on Elijah. "She took too much on, look around,"

The ceiling was collapsing, the walls crumbling, the foundations cracking. All of the wood and plants were rotting and dying, pulsing with the same white light that you could feel pulsing through you.

"She chose this, to die for her cause," Klaus sneered. "How noble of her."

Elijah pushed him away, his jaw clenched, and he looked at you, his expression pained. Klaus grabbed him, pulling him away, and he let out a shout, struggling against his grip.

"Just let her go," he snarled, "it will be over soon."

Elijah shook his head, his tear filled eyes now turning to rage, and he punched him, hitting Klaus so hard, he stumbled, releasing his hold. Elijah's eyes burned with anger, his fists clenched.

"No, I will not kill her," he hissed, "not now, not ever."

"You're weak," Klaus spat, wiping the blood from his mouth, "she betrayed you, she lied to you, and you can't bring yourself to end it, to do what must be done. You are a fool, a pathetic, sniveling, little fool."

Elijah charged at him, his hands grabbing Klaus by the throat, slamming him into the wall. He punched him repeatedly, his knuckles smashing into his face, his eyes filled with hatred.

"You have only ever despised those I love," Elijah snarled, his fist connecting with Klaus' face, "because you are a coward, afraid of any emotion that does not serve your own selfish desires."

Klaus laughed, spitting blood, his lips split, his nose broken.

"You will never learn," Klaus said, his voice thick with disdain.

"And you will never understand," Elijah said, his voice barely above a whisper, his fist connecting with Klaus' face once again.

You could hear the whispers, the voices, the magic in the air calling to you. Your coven was gone, they were dead, but their spirits lingered, their voices echoing in your mind. You held all their power now, their legacy, and the weight of it was crushing. You were barely holding on, with Maeve dead all the magic was yours, and it was destroying you.

Your knees buckled, and you fell to the ground, your body wracked with sobs. You were alone, all alone, and the power was too much. You couldn't hold on anymore, your grip was slipping. the pain too intense, and you let go.

Everything went white, the light blinding, and there was a horrifying crack, and the earth beneath you exploded. The ground gave way, and you fell, the air rushing past you.

You screamed, falling, falling, and the voices grew louder, the light blinding. And then everything went black.

~~~

You awoke slowly, a dull throbbing ache in the back of your head. You couldn't feel your legs, your entire body was numb.

You blinked, your vision blurred, and slowly everything around you came into focus. There was rubble everywhere, a huge pile of it. The air was filled with dust, making it hard to breathe. There was a rumbling sound, as debris began to rain down, a piece of rock became dislodged and tumbled down, smashing into a pile of bricks, shattering them.

There was a ringing in your ears, and you could hear the muffled sound of shouting, a distant siren. You tried to move, but your body was heavy, your limbs were leaden, and you were stuck under something warm and solid.

You looked up, and Elijah's face came into view. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in an unnatural way, his neck was at an odd angle, his hair caked with dust. He had you caged under him, his body covering yours, protecting you from the worst of the destruction.

"Eli?" You croaked, your voice hoarse, the sound of it muffled.

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking, his gaze focusing on you. His pretty brown eyes full of heartache and despair.

"Why?" He whispered, his voice breaking.

"I had to," you said, your voice wavering.

He looked down at you, his eyes roving over you, taking in your injuries. He moved slightly, pushing up against the rubble, his immense strength allowing him to lift the heavy wooden beam that was pinning you.

You winced as the movement jarred your legs, a sharp stab of pain shooting through you. You were sure they were broken, the bones in your lower half crushed, shattered.

"You used me," he whispered, his voice trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks, "you made me care for you, made me think..."

He broke off, shaking his head, his eyes filled with anguish.

"And then you betrayed me," he continued, his voice hollow.

The voices were screaming, the magic within you burning, searing.

"I was always told vampires were evil," you pleaded, the pain in your chest unbearable. "And then, I met you, and it was like, everything I knew, everything I believed, it all changed. You made me see the world differently."

His face crumpled, and he looked away, his shoulders shaking.

"I had a mission," you said, your voice cracking, "I was to destroy you, and bring peace back to this city."

You looked at him, pleading, your eyes welling up. You felt a stake next to you, the wood felt so hot, the magic inside it vibrating, the whispers in your head growing louder, a cacophony of sound.

"I never meant to fall in love with you," you cried, the tears rolling down your face.

"Killing me, would cause the thousands I sired to die too, many of them innocent. Who are you to decide who is worthy of life or death?" He asked, his voice trembling, his gaze full of anger.

"It doesn't matter," you said, the words spilling out of you, "they're all monsters."

"Just like me," he whispered, his eyes searching yours, "just like you."

"No," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You lifted the stake, pressing it against his chest, the wood burning against your skin.

"This is a mercy," you said, the tears rolling down your cheeks, "an end to the suffering, a chance for peace."

"Do it," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Kill me."

"I don't want to," you cried, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable.

"Do it," he yelled, his voice laced with anger, "End it. Put me out of my misery."

"No," you choked out, the pain overwhelming. "I don't want to, but the voices, the magic, it's too much, I can't, I can't hold on," you sobbed, the stake glowing brightly.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his breath tickling your face.

"I can't watch you die," he whispered, his voice soft, his face twisted with agony.

He kissed you then, a soft, gentle kiss, his lips brushing against yours, and you clung to him, the stake pressed against his heart, the wood burning. You knew you didn't have it in you, to make the choice that would end him, forever.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, the pain in your chest overwhelming, "for everything."

"Me too," he said, his voice filled with sorrow, he took the stake from your hand, casting it aside. You watched as it slowly disintegrated, the weapon you sacrificed everything for, turning to dust. Just like the magic you had inside you.

Elijah placed his hand on your cheek, cupping your face, his thumb brushing against your skin, his eyes meeting yours. Then he groaned, pushing hard against the debris that trapped you both, lifting the heavy wooden beam that pinned you to the ground. He pulled you free, holding your broken body close, and you felt his arms wrap around you, his touch gentle, careful.

You looked around, the devastation was worse than you thought. The entire compound was gone, the building demolished. There were fires burning everywhere, and a thick layer of dust and debris covered everything. The city was eerily silent, the sky dark, the only light coming from the fires. You were the cause of this, the destruction, the death. You couldn't take it anymore, the guilt, the shame, the pain.

You buried your face against his chest, letting the tears flow freely. He held you, his embrace warm, his touch comforting. You could feel the heat of his breath, the beat of his heart. The voices grew louder, and you were drowning in the sound, the pain was excruciating.

"I'm dying," you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt, "and I'm afraid."

"Don't be," he whispered, his hand rubbing your back, his voice thick with emotion, "I'll be with you, every step of the way."

"I love you," you said, your voice trembling, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice choked, "with all my heart.”

He tightened his grip, holding you closer, his arms wrapped around you, his chest pressed against yours.

"Please," you begged, "please, kill me."

You felt his lips on yours, the taste of blood and tears. His fingers dug into your back, and you felt the pain, the fire in your bones, your muscles, the magic tearing through you, burning, scorching. You were going to die, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

"Not yet," he said, his voice breaking, and you felt the sharp pinch of teeth in your neck.

The pain was intense, like a fire, burning through you. You screamed, arching against him, and he pulled back, his eyes wide, his pupils blown, the veins beneath them protruding. He was feeding from you, draining you, killing you.

You felt the darkness creeping in, the whispers fading, the voices growing quiet. Then it was all blackness, nothingness, a void. You were floating, drifting in the darkness, and then you felt something, a tether, a rope, and it was pulling you back, calling to you. It was not the continual haunting drone of the ancestors, but one singular, familiar voice. The voice of the person you loved the most.

Epilogue

A soft sigh escaped your lips as Elijah's warm hands held you underneath him, the movements of his hips slow and controlled.

His hands roamed your body, the look of lust on his face making your heart skip a beat. You would never tire of the way he made you feel, the way he knew what he was doing. This slow, lazy dance, the intimacy of it, the gentle brush of his lips, the smooth silk sheets on your bare skin, the pleasure he made you feel. It was all overwhelming, intense, the sounds you were both making echoing in the room.

You stared up at him, the golden glow of the fireplace shining on his skin, his dark eyes staring down at you. A rare smile was on his lips, and he sighed in contentment, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the bed creaking beneath you. It didn't take long for you to fall apart, the sweet pleasure ripping through your body, Elijah following soon after.

The two of you laid there for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying the peaceful silence. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't stop the questions racing through your mind.

"You're thinking too much, my love," he whispered, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

"I'm sorry," you sighed, shaking your head, trying to dispel the memories that were plaguing you.

"Talk to me," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at you. "I want to know what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."

You closed your eyes, not sure where to begin. "I... I just miss it sometimes," you whispered, unable to meet his gaze, feeling the shame burning inside of you. "The power, the magic. It was so overwhelming, so intoxicating, and now... I feel empty without it."

"I know," he replied, his voice soft, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair. "I can't imagine what that was like, having all that power, feeling it consume you."

You nodded, the guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders. You knew what he was feeling. He was angry, hurt, betrayed, and you didn't blame him. It would take a long time for him to forgive you, if he ever did. You were grateful that he was even giving you a chance, allowing you into his life, his bed. He had been so patient, so understanding, so loving, and you didn't deserve it.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice cracking. "I shouldn't have brought it up, I know it's a sore subject for you, and I'm sorry."

He sighed, shaking his head, his hand resting on your hip, pressing your legs apart. "No," he whispered, his eyes full of sorrow, his touch tender, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. "It's not a sore subject for me, not anymore," he said, his voice firm, his words ringing true. "I forgave you a long time ago."

You blinked back the tears, his words washing over you, filling you with relief, with joy, with hope. You didn't deserve his forgiveness, his love, but you would cherish it, cherish him, for the rest of your life. And now that you were immortal, that would be a very long time.

You never expected to find peace or love with Elijah Mikaelson. Of all the ways your paths had crossed, this one was by far the most unexpected. Laying here, in his arms, a vampire, his wife, was never part of your plan. You chose this, him, and he chose you, and that's all you ever needed.

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Three}

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blcssom · 1 year ago

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"oh my god, this is all your fault! if you'd checked whether or not we had a spare like i told you to we wouldn't be in this mess!"

closed for @littlcfreaks

#( int/ maeve allen. )#littlcfreaks #they probably also ran out of gas so honestly #road trip of the century here

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pennysylvester · 7 months ago

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Oh, ouch. I'm many things, but not a narcissist. You've wounded me... Although I guess my mom would be proud.

Think they just call that a narcissist...

#int: maeve flynn-abrams #c: maeve flynn-abrams #int

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itzsephig5 · 2 months ago

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3.19 (B Me)

My Masterlist

This story on Wattpad

Intro - Age of Ultron 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9 1.10 1.11 1.12 Intro - Civil War 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.3.5 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 Intro - B Me 3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 3.6 3.7 3.8 3.9 3.10 3.11 3.12 Updated Character Info 3.13 3.14 3.15 3.16 3.17 3.18 3.20 Final Character Info

Important info for this chapter:

Texting looks like this

Words/Sentences in Slovak:

miláčik - darling

sestra - sister

Milujem ťa navždy - I love you forever

Milujem ťa viac - I love you more

matka - mother

mamička - mommy

krásne - beautiful

Mamička pekná - Mommy pretty

pekná - pretty

The dresses:

Y/n's POV:

I looked at my phone as Cooper was texting me back and forth. It was almost six in the morning here, so it was almost midnight back in New York. We were waiting for all the Avengers, my mom and Nathaniel to go to sleep so I could teleport to the compound and get Cooper and Lila to bring them here to Sokovia for the wedding ceremony. I was so excited and nervous for this. Wanda and I were already legally married since we had gone to the courthouse and signed the paperwork, but this was our ceremony. I heard my phone buzz before I looked at it. "Everyone is asleep for the night, Lila went around and checked. We're both in my room so it'll be easier." Cooper had texted me. "Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." I texted back to him. I grabbed my jacket and phone before heading down the stairs. Wanda and I were both staying in different rooms, so we didn't see each other until we got to the altar. I saw Pietro in the kitchen with Maeve. I knew that Samantha was with Wanda at this second and then once I brought Cooper and Lila to the house, I'd have Maeve in the room with me. "Hey, I'm going to go get Cooper and Lila. Cooper just texted me and let me know that everyone was asleep back in New York." I tell Pietro. He nodded his head while he held Maeve. "Alright. I'll see you back here in a few moments then." He says. I gave a thumbs up before teleporting to the compound. When I got there, I quietly made my way to Cooper's room before knocking on the door. "It's me." I said quietly. A moment passed before the door opened and I saw my two siblings. Cooper moved out of the way so I could come into the room. Lila came over to me and hugged me tightly. "I missed you." She says while holding onto me. I smiled. "I missed you too Lila." I tell her while hugging her tightly. I pulled back from the hug. "Come on. Let's get you guys to my house and then we can get ready for the wedding." I tell them. I held onto both of their hands before we teleported to the house. When we got there, I saw that Pietro and Maeve were sitting on the couch. "And you're back." Pietro says. I rolled my eyes at that. "You sound sad about it." I commented. "Whatever you say sestra." He tells me. I walked over and got Maeve off the couch. "Hi Maeve." I say while smiling. "Hi matka!" She says. "Woah. That's Maeve?" Lila asked. I nodded my head. "Yeah. She's two and a half now. So is Samantha." I commented. I forgot that Lila hadn't seen the twins since they were born. "Come on. We're heading up to the guest room so I can get ready."

Wanda's POV:

I heard a knock on the bedroom door. "Who is it?" I called out as I helped Samantha get into her flower girl dress. "It's me." I hear Pietro's voice say. "Come in." I say. I hear the door opens as I pulled Samantha's dress down. I looked over after I finished fixing the dress. "Wow. You look so krásne sestra." He tells me. I smiled as I looked at my dress. "Thank you." I say. "Mamička pekná!" Samantha says. I laughed at her. "Samantha is so pekná too." I tell her. "The red dress fits you so well." Pietro says. "I thought so." I mentioned. "Oh. Y/n has Maeve and Cooper and Lila are with them as well in the guest room." He tells me. I nodded my head. "That's good. I'm glad that Cooper and Lila made it here." I say. "Oh, your suit is in the bathroom so you can change into it." I tell him. "Okay. I'll go change into it now." Pietro says before going to change into the suit. I curled Maeve's hair before I did the same with my hair. "Stay sitting here, okay Samantha?" I tell her. She nodded her head as I walked over to the vanity in the room and did my makeup. I was already feeling nervous about this. I knew I really didn't have anything to be nervous about because Y/n and I are already married, but it's so nerve wracking. I fixed my hair as Pietro walked back into the room. I looked over at him. "I don't remember the last time I saw you in a suit." I mentioned. I hear him laugh. "It feels very weird." He says. "Everything about this feels weird." I tell him. Pietro looks at his phone before looking back at me. "Come on. Y/n's ready, so we need to get you to the altar before she comes out."

Y/n's POV:

I paced around the guest room. Cooper had just let Pietro know that we were ready for the wedding to start. "Your pacing is making me dizzy." Lila comments while she holds Maeve. I paused. "Sorry." I say. "You're fine. We know how nervous you are." Cooper mentions. "I don't know why you are so nervous. You two have been together for like four years now. This is just the ceremony. I don't think Wanda is going to run away." Lila says. I just laughed and shook my head at that. "I'm glad that you guys are here. I missed you guys." I tell them. "We missed you too." Lila says. We all were there for a few more minutes. "It's time to head out." Cooper tells us. I nodded my head before we all walked out to the backyard. Maeve and Lila were walking together, Cooper was right behind them, and then I was in the very back. As we all walked, I saw Wanda at the altar. She looked so beautiful in her red dress. I finally made it to the where Wanda was standing with Pietro and Samantha next to her. "Look at you miláčik." She whispers as we stood face to face. "Your orange dress is gorgeous." Wanda tells me. I smiled. "Your red dress looks amazing on you." I replied. We both stood there before we both gave each other the rings and kissed. "Milujem ťa navždy." Wanda tells me. "Milujem ťa viac."

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scary-lasagna · 2 years ago

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SlenderDaughters Part III

they're really taking this whole 'manifest yourself into a new reality' thing too seriously

Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/scary-lasagna/737154582257532928/for-my-request-i-would-like-a-part-two-to-the?source=share

The house overcame with an unsettling quiet, everyone being so afraid to even speak above a whisper that night.

The girls all slept in one room, and couldn't even enjoy the activities they had planned due to the stress that weighed on all of them. Maeve never even left her bed once she lay down as soon as she entered the room. Four bunkbeds was a stupid idea for late teenagers, anyway.

"Do we wanna talk about the elephant in the room or....." Azalea spoke up, the first time someone mentioned something above a whisper, which even startled Isa, who finally decided the pain wasn't worth those ugly shoes and tossed them out the window earlier in the night.

"Nothing to talk about." Maeve was pouting as she lay on her side, face facing the wall, and arms crossed tightly against her diaphragm.

"Sounded like you were hella pissed though, so what's about that?" She asked, lolling her head to one side.

"Just people being bad parents." Maeve sighed, and rolled over on her back.

"You don't have to take it out on us, though." Isa pointed out, crossing her legs which such poor posture it made Sol's poised back hurt just looking at her.

After a beat of thought, Maeve sighed deeply and rolled onto her back, staring at the intricate pencil marks on the bottom of the bunk above her. "You're right...I'm sorry." She admitted, but still refusing the courage to look at any of them. "I just- I just feel like shit for what I said. All he's done for me...and this happens." Her hands attempted to speak what her voice couldn't, but gave up and dropped onto her stomach.

"People can be good and still do bad things, Mae." Sol soothed, and crawled over to Maeve's bed, sitting beside it. "My dad eats my saved food at night and then lies about it in the morning."

"My dad made me watch R-rated horror movies when I was a kid." Azalea piped up, remembering the vision of Pinhead that still haunts her nightmares.

"My dad keeps judging me no matter how I dress." Isa didn't even remember what her stupid shoes looked like. They were out int he garden now, anyway, so it didn't matter.

"What if they raised us while their beloveds were still alive? What do you think would be different?"

"Maybe a little bit less dramatic, but all around, the same." Sol predicts with a light laugh. "They're still the same people, but they have more experience since then and still can't admit whenever they're wrong."

"HOLY SHIT!" Azalea suddenly boasted, standing up with her arms spread.

"Have you found Jesus yet?"

"BETTER!" She announced with a side, shark-toothed grin similar to her fathers. "Listen closely," She raised an important finger with a sly grin, "We take the box, and we enter the reality of memories for ourselves to see what they were like back then!"

"Aza, that's the most stupidest idea you've ever had, you know that?" Maeve said directly to her, with extreme disdain, before resuming her plan of avoiding all direct gazes to her cousins.

"Oh, Maeve, but aren't you curious?" Sol bounced closer, peering form over the edge of the mattress. "What were they like when they were younger? Maybe we'll even see our mother's back then, too. Because they contracted Sickness."

The tease of seeing her own mother again twinged at Maeve's heart strings, pulling with great triumph down into her stomach where the rest of her nerves lie.

"You're the only one the knows how it works, Maeve. So it's up to you one way or another." Isa put her hands up with passive defense, but her quick look up to see Maeve's reaction is what caught her peeking in interest.

"We'll just have to find a way into the office, is all." Aza pondered, leaning back on her palms. "You'll know how to do that, right, Maeve?"

Maeve still lay silent, and pondered the thought of seeing of what could have been, had they all been born just a bit earlier. What would have become of them? And more importantly, would Slender love her differently.

Would they even be able to get into the magically protected office? And if they could, what would they do if her father was still in there, writing papers for work?

Maeve sat up in her bed for the first time in the night, and the three girls were on the edge of their seats for a response, eagerly studying her body for any giveaways.

But the oldest showed nothing, but solemnly sighed, "I need a lockpick, a distraction, and piece of spellbook paper."

#slenderdaughters #short story #series #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender

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angel-0f-verdun · 2 years ago

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5 Gravity's Pull

Previous Chapter

Maverick’s POV

I knew Maeve was right, that I needed to leave the subject of her previous RIO alone. It felt impossible, she was like a MiG I needed to shoot down but couldn’t get a target lock on. It was a relatively new feeling that I couldn’t seem to shake, no matter how many women would fling themselves at me, I did not want them. She would not leave my head, I wanted to keep her safe in a cocoon. But that was impossible because she was a fighter pilot, we craved the adrenaline, the danger, the fun of it all. On top of all that she was independent, she could take care of herself, but my instincts told me that she needed protection.

This would not be a good thing when we were flying together, I had already lived through the scares and constant worry of her not coming back one day. Not that she knew any of that, but I was sure her independence would prevent her from ever accepting the love she truly deserved. I sighed, leaning back in the lawn chair that I had sat in to prevent myself from going after her. I was sitting outside for quite some time, as I watched the sun start to dip below the horizon. The string lights outside kicked on and I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

“Hey Mav, you alright?” I turned to see Goose standing in the doorway looking down at me from the step. I smirked up to him, trying to hide the frustration I was harboring.

“Yeah, I guess I’m enjoying the downtime we’ll be having for the next couple of days,” I told him. He chuckled coming down the steps to sit next to me in the other chair.

“Yeah right,” He said sarcastically, knowing me too well to believe the web I had been spinning. Sometimes it was obnoxious how well he knew me.

“You’re thinking about M-A-E-V-E,” He spelled out her name as if there were a child nearby and he didn’t want them to decipher what he was saying. I slinked down in the chair I was in confirming his suspicion without saying anything. When I didn’t give his comment a chuckle he switched into a more serious tone.

“Mav, what is it about this girl that you can’t get off of? You’ve never been interested and pushy like this before with anyone. Trust me, I’ve seen a lot of your conquests, even with that one admiral's daughter… You blew through them easily without a second thought. Why her? Why now?” He asked, his questions were valid and to be honest I wasn’t sure.

“Honestly Goose, I just want to be helpful,” I told him, knowing he could see right through me.

“All right, you’re not ready to talk about it because then it makes it real. But just so you know everyone sees it but you two. She already seems like she’s lost in the dark... Don’t get lost yourself trying to find her.” He smiled at me sadly.

“There’s more to her than just that though, Goose. I intend to find out what it is, but I’ll take your advice.” I told him, letting my head rest on the back of the chair as I analyzed his reaction.

“Mav, let’s get out tonight, we can go to the bar, maybe get your mind off of things?” He asked me. I nodded, not entirely looking forward to being out with the other pilots but agreed nonetheless.

“All right, let’s invite Reaper and Doe,” I told him. I knew he wanted to go to the bar and scope out the competition, and I’ll admit it was something I wanted to do too. He got up out of his chair waiting for me to join him. I lifted myself out of the chair and followed Goose inside the house, the air conditioning inside felt great.

“Do you want to tell them? Or do you want me to do it? I’ve already talked it over with Doe.” He told me.

“Why don’t you let Doe do it then?” I told him, gripping the edge of the counter to stop myself from running to her. He nodded moving to go up the stairs as I rifled through the kitchen looking for a snack. The kitchen wasn’t stocked, but I did manage to find some fruit that had been in a bowl. My hand gravitated towards the orange, I picked it up, checking it before I peeled it to make sure it hadn’t rotted. As I bit into my first bite I heard footsteps coming downstairs.

“Goose has decided that we should dress in our whites.” I heard Doe come into the kitchen. I nodded when she came into view, she looked a bit annoyed at the thought of slipping into yet another uncomfortable outfit.

“Did you guys decide where your rooms are?” I asked her as I threw the orange peel into the trash and grabbed the bags I had left near the back door. I went to follow her up the stairs.

“Yes, you’ll be in the room to the left near Maeve. Nick and I are on the opposite wall” She said as we got to the top of the stairs, pointing towards the rooms as she mentioned them.

“Is she doing all right?” I asked her in a hushed tone. Doe nodded, gesturing me closer. I took a half step closer to her.

“I went to check on her when she came up, she’s not in great spirits so try to leave the past where it is. She just wants to have fun, she hasn’t let loose in a long time.” She told me, I nodded confirming to her that I understood.

“Thank you, Doe. She’s very lucky to have found you.” I told her as I left the conversation and went to my room to unpack the dress whites. I closed the door to my room as I unpacked everything, putting my clothes in my drawers and my flight stuff on the desk near the window. I hung up the things that needed to be hung. I shrugged out of my tans, hanging them up in the closet and replacing them with whites. I didn’t bother to change my undershirt and boxers, since I had already cleaned up from my shift this morning. I plopped down onto the bed, finishing off my orange, I closed my eyes waiting for Goose to come get me after everyone was ready. It wasn’t long before I heard my door push open.

“Mav, are you decent?” I heard a feminine voice call out, I forced myself to stay planted on the bed when I knew Maeve had come to get me instead of Goose.

“Yes, are we all ready?” I asked her as I quickly pulled my white dress shoes on. She stood leaning against the door frame as she pushed the door fully open. I took in her appearance, she had redone her hair in a neat bun as it always was. I loved her hair down, it held a natural wave that women craved. She was a petite little fireball who knew her limits and everyone else’s. She stuck to the rules strictly, she was so opposite to me and yet I felt my attraction grow.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting on you.” She told me, I chuckled as I tied the laces on the last shoe. Standing up, I grabbed my hat tucking it under my arm. I followed her down the stairs where both Goose and Doe were waiting.

“How’re we going to get there, did we decide on arrangements yet?” Maeve asked them.

“I say we all pile into Goose’s car,” I said to her, standing just over her shoulder. I smiled, I could smell the perfume wafting off her as she craned her neck to look at me. Everyone watched for each other's reaction making sure that idea was alright. When there were no objections, we filed out the door and to the Bronco that sat in the driveway.

I opened the passenger door for Maeve, then climbed in crawling over the center console. It was a tight squeeze but it was better without all the extra gear from earlier. Goose turned on the radio flipping the channels until he found something that fit what he was in the mood for. It wasn’t a long drive to the bar, back down the highway, and near the base.

When we walked inside, it was packed with people. We pushed through the majority of them making our way to the bar. I looked behind me making sure Maeve and Crystal were still there. I could see them talking amongst themselves, I wrapped my arm around her waist pulling her close to me for a second as she was about to get bulldozed by some already drunk patrons. I immediately let her go so as not to upset her as she took a half step out of my grasp squeezing in just between Goose and I, Crystal squeezing to my left. Maeve flagged down the bartender easily,

“Vodka tonic, and whatever they want.” She gestured to us,

“Budweiser” Goose said to him looking at me for confirmation that I was okay with that. I nodded.

“Make it two, and a Cosmo for the lady.” Goose immediately said, ordering for the rest of us. The bartender nodded and briskly got to work on the drinks. He got us our beers first, then started mixing the ladies, getting Maeve’s to her before Crystal. I turned around resting my elbows on the bar.

“Mav, you want to know who the best is? That’s him, Iceman. That’s the way he flies, ice-cold, no mistakes. Just wears you down, you get bored and frustrated, do something stupid and he’s got you.” Goose told me, I nodded taking in the information. I had a feeling I was going to really get on his nerves in the sky. I brushed the thought away as I watched Maeve, she looked around trying to find a booth against the wall away from our fellow pilots.

“Hey, hey Slider, thought you wanted to be a pilot, man. What happened?” Goose started the conversation with him pulling him closer by his collar.

“Goose you’re such a dickhead. Whose butt did you kiss to get in here?” Slider asked him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was a few inches taller than Goose but raised his chin to appear even taller, fucking annoying he thought he was better than us.

“Well, the list is long but distinguished,” Goose replied to him.

“Yeah, well so is my johnson,” Slider replied to him, as he downed a shot, I laughed, sure.

“So you’re flying with Iceman?” Goose asked him.

“It’s Mister Iceman to you.” Slider said getting stupid over his pilot.

“Hey, Mother Goose how’s it going?” Iceman walked up to us, shaking Goose’s hand.

“Good, Tom. This is Pete Mitchell, Tom Kazansky. And well, you’ve met this one, Maeve Ford, and Crystal Harris.” Goose formally introduced everyone. Not that it was needed I already knew I didn’t like this bastard.

“Congratulations on Top Gun,” Iceman said, giving Maeve a smile, she just stared at him, not offering a smile in return.

“Thank you,” I replied for us, not giving her the chance to speak. I could almost feel her eyes burning through me for not letting her talk. I knew she was itching to give him a piece of her mind but now was not the time or place.

“Sorry to hear about Cougar. He and I were like brothers in flight school, he was a good man.” He said as he reached over Maeve to grab some beer nuts, she scoffed and turned her head away from him as he got close to her.

“Still is a good man,” I told him quickly as if he was implying Cougar was anything but. I knew Maeve was still touchy about the subject, he had only turned in his wings 48 hours ago, but I knew it was still fresh in her brain.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” He said unfazed by his lapse in wording, stuffing more beer nuts in his mouth.

“Right, because you clearly give a fuck about him and all the other pilots in here.” Maeve spit out angrily taking a step towards him, begging him to egg her on. I stepped behind her ready to grab her if she decided to pounce. We didn’t need the attention, not yet anyway.

“Guess the rumors are true about you then, Reaper,” Iceman said to her backing down from her harsh gaze. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and she was locked on him ready to take him down.

“You know, I was just telling Maverick not to believe everything he hears. Which means it’s either better or worse than what you’ve already heard…” She advised him as she took a sip of her drink watching him over the rim. I did the same, I needed more alcohol in my system if this was where the night was heading.

“Say, you need any help?” He asked me, he just couldn’t shut his mouth. But I was glad he knew not to step any further with Maeve. She backed away from him, bumping into me, still fuming. I stabilized her, gripping her hip lightly with my free hand.

“With what?” I asked him, genuinely confused about where he was going with this. Crystal moved in from where she was standing on the other side of me to hear the conversation.

“You figured it out yet?” He continued the questions. I noticed Slider watching my movements carefully, I released Maeve from my grip, tapping her as I let go, I wanted her to know I was here for her if she needed it. But there was no need for there to be rumors of fraternization, especially coming from the most likely pair that would get us thrown out of this program at any cost.

“What’s that?” I asked him taking another drink of my beer.

“Who’s the best pilot.” He told me as he neared my face, a bit too close for my liking.

“No, I think I can figure that one out on my own,” I said to him glancing to my left to check on Maeve, she had finished her drink and started to wave the bartender down for another. She was tracking Iceman with her eyes not willing to let him out of her sight, even though she was not talking to him anymore. I could tell she didn’t trust him and didn’t like his attitude.

“I heard that about you, you like to work alone,” I smirked, it was true, other people tended to slow me down in the air. The only one I would want as my wingman would be Maeve, she knew how to keep up with me when we were flying. She wasn’t afraid of the stunts I pulled, not many would want to follow me through the gates of hell, but I knew she would.

“Mav, you must’ve soloed under a lucky star, huh? I mean first the MiG, and then you guys slide into Cougar’s spot? And you, your commander just gave you another spot?” Slider started on this bullshit again.

“We didn’t slide into Cougar’s spot. It was ours, okay?” Goose jumped in before I could.

“Someone else dropped out, just because you’re insecure doesn’t mean you get to be an ass.” Crystal jumped in for Maeve. I could practically feel the irritation rolling off her figure just in front of me. I took another sip of my beer, almost ready for another.

“Yeah, well, some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close. Guess you guys are lucky and famous.” Slider adjusted his tactic seeing as he was hitting some delicate topics.

“No, you mean notorious. I’ll see you later.” Iceman finished the conversation walking off, but not before giving Maeve and Crystal one last glance.

"You can count on it,” I replied as I watched them walk away letting out a sigh.

“They were abused children,” Goose said to me, noticing my reaction.

“We’re going to have a good time,” I said to him smiling as we clinked our bottles together.

“Always.” He said, leaning over the bar to order another round for all of us.

“Let’s go find a place to sit down,” I said, leaning into Maeve’s ear as I didn’t feel like shouting at her. She nodded and worked her way to the corner booth she had been eyeing. I followed her lead sliding into the seat next to her as Crystal took her other side waiting for Goose to arrive. He wasn’t far behind us but I noticed him struggling with the drinks, I got up and grabbed two from his hands and we made our way back. I set the glasses on the table in front of the girls and sat back down. Just as I did, silence rang through the air as the jukebox changed songs.

“That’s it for me guys. I’ll drive us back tonight,” Crystal said as she pushed her empty glass in front of her and brought the full one toward her.

“No, no, you’re not driving my car.” Goose chuckled a bit, getting his keys out and waving them in front of her. She grabbed them quickly, stuffing them in her breast pocket.

“Well if you don’t want me driving you’ll have to stop drinking..” She smiled at him watching his face fall with defeat.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Maeve burst out, her head dropping to look at the table. I looked around the area confused, there was no one here that would cause that reaction from her.

“What??” Crystal asked, also struck with confusion over her outburst. Maeve lifted her head and pointed towards the ceiling, a ghost of a smile gracing her face. She wasn’t entirely pissed and I could tell she was moderately amused.

All our times have come, here but now they’re gone. Seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain, we can be like they are. Come on baby don’t fear the reaper.

“Alright that’s gotta be one of the guys teasing you, but it doesn’t matter Reaper, you know the rules, drink up, finish that one.” Goose let out a chuckle gesturing to her newly bought drink. It was this game we played, if any song got played that related to our callsigns we had to finish our drink. Of course, this got difficult sometimes the more creative the callsign, like Goose, so he chose his own song each time we went out. Maeve groaned, not looking forward to the drink going down her throat but she was a good sport and chugged it down.

“All right boys, I guess that means I need another.” She told us, tapping me on the shoulder so I would let her out of the booth. She was definitely in better spirits as I watched her walk over to the bar, she took a seat on the stool waiting for the bartender instead of flagging him down immediately. I leaned in towards Crystal knowing that Goose wouldn’t approve of this topic of conversation.

“I got a question for you,” I said to her as I finished the beer I was working on and grabbed the new one in front of me.

“Why did you agree to be her RIO with all the rumors floating around with her previous one?” I asked her, she looked at me pensively.

“Well it’s one of those things Mav, do you believe all the rumors about anyone in the squadron?” She asked me. I thought for a second,

“Well no. But with all the suspicion surrounding it?” I prodded more. Goose just overhearing this shook his head at me as he realized what we were talking about.

“When I signed on to be her RIO, they asked me if I wanted to hear the story from her or read her file. I chose to hear it from her, she let me in and told me in her own time. Mav, look at her, do you really believe she could kill me?” She asked me as I looked over to Maeve.

“No, I don’t, you two are thick as thieves,” I said, this seemed to satisfy Crystal as she let out a giggle.

“See, and you couldn’t kill Goose either. But regardless, it’s not my story to tell. Just give her time.” She said making her point. I nodded.

I noticed Maeve stand up from her seat, a bit wobbly, drink in hand, she looked absolutely pissed. The guy next to her spun his chair towards her as she started walking away, he checked out her ass and grabbed her wrist to pull her back to him. At that moment, I jumped up from the table about to go over there with Goose and Crystal right behind me. I raced my way to her but the damage had been done.

Then the door was open and the wind appeared. The candles blew and then disappeared. The curtains flew and then he appeared. Saying don't be afraid. Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper.

She raised her right hand that was holding the glass and threw it to the ground. It shattered instantly upon hitting the floor into a million little shards. It distracted everyone for a second, Maeve took the opportunity and punched him straight in the face. Immediately, there was a silence that fell over the crowd, which was quickly replaced with yelling from both sides. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed blood pooling from her hand, dripping onto the floor. I was on her in seconds holding her back from doing anything more to the poor fool who thought he could get something out of her. Some of the guy’s buddies jumped up upon seeing us and got in front of their friend ready to defend him.

“What the fuck man? Psycho bitch!” One of them yelled at her. I made sure Maeve was situated behind me before I took the next step. I could feel her fight back against me hopping on my back just to take a swing at this guy. I steadied my feet feeling her additional weight combined with my own.

“No one gets to call her that, you don’t even know her,” I yelled at him getting in his face. I felt Maeve shift her weight towards the bar grabbing a full beer bottle and taking a swig. Goose immediately intervened, pushing me back from him, Maeve slipping off my back. I noticed all the other pilots and RIOs from Top Gun appeared slowly next to our side wanting to see what was happening.

“I said no and told him I wasn’t interested about 15 times and he still wouldn’t leave me alone. Not everything is yours to claim. I don’t belong to anyone.” Maeve yelled at him now in line with my shoulder. I refused to let her get much closer, she would tear them apart. I put my right arm in front of her, bracing her against it.

“Hey, hey. Wow, let’s calm down here, see, she has a pretty good reason why she reacted the way she did.” Goose started as he lined up on the other side of me.

Maeve slipped underneath my arm, her hands slipping around my neck, I broke my gaze with our offenders and watched her face. She smiled at me and brought my face down to hers. When our lips connected I completely lost track of what was happening. I grabbed her hips, pulling her fully against me, she let out a small moan that made me want her even more. I traced the tip of my tongue along her bottom lip, just as she was about to open her mouth she tore herself away from me throwing the bottle across the room, it hit someone and shattered on the floor. She ran towards the man who had called her a psycho bitch, he threw a punch at her, she dodged it, grabbing his wrist, twisting it, and coming down hard with her elbow into his arm. I heard a deafening crack that filled the atmosphere. A scream followed it as everyone backed away from her. It was like I was cemented to where I stood, waiting in awe for the next thing to happen.

“Yeah let’s leave these pussies alone, they clearly need to rethink their tactics after getting beat up by a girl,” Iceman shouted near the front.

“Man fuck you.” One of his friends said to him as he walked up and pushed against his chest believing he could move him. Safe to say he did not. From there, the rest of the night was a blur, people were throwing punches, breaking bottles, and chairs seemed to fly from one end to another. It was absolute chaos, anyone who wanted to fight, did. Clearly, there was no need to stick around as everyone had forgotten who threw the first punch and why everything had started.

“Grab her, get them outta here!” I heard one person say about the injured men that Maeve had absolutely destroyed. She had punched strong enough to knock some teeth out. Upon hearing them trying to get her, I went forward grabbing her by her waist and throwing her over my shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s right, get your woman.” I heard someone say behind me as I pushed myself through the people who had gathered around us. Maeve thrashed against my back trying to claw and scratch her newly formed enemies. Once I got us to the back near the booth, I set her down, which I quickly realized was a mistake as she tried to immediately go back. I stopped her, getting in front of her and holding her shoulders, keeping her in place. I looked towards the table spotting a cloth napkin, I knew this would be useful for her hand, as she had split open her knuckle on the guy's tooth, I stuffed it into my pocket as Crystal and Goose appeared next to us forming a sort of wall around her so she couldn’t go anywhere.

“Reaper, we have to leave before anyone remembers you and wants to file charges,” I said to her using her call sign to get her attention. Her eyes flashed with anger at me but she turned around and headed towards the door. We rushed out of there so fast someone would have thought the bar was on fire, but we weren’t the only ones who decided to run. We piled into the car fast, I practically jumped over the center console into the backseat holding out my hands for Maeve to take so she could lower herself in. Goose took the passenger side as Crystal started the Bronco and peeled out of the lot bound for the house.

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phoebeclar · 9 months ago

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Oh, we had plenty of faculty joining in on the fun too! I'm sure you are all just as stressed, if not more than the students. I'm hoping to have another round come midterm seasons, if you might want to partake then! I'll even keep it a secret just for you.

Kinda hate that I didn't see this until now, but then I realise I would have spent my entire day petting dogs and that is not the best look for a professor.

#dash: maeve f.#int: maeve f.#dash: all.

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imunbreakabledude · 12 days ago

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sometimes im like "damn never any queen maeve posts in the queen maeve tag" but then remember that at least part of that is because i block anyone who posts something dumb in that tag. (although. i mean. that is not causing the lack of actual posts about the character int he tag, because i block people who post shit that's like, about The Boys but not in fact about queen maeve at all, or 99% about another character but she's mentioned once or visible in the side of a gif or something, or sometimes actual meme posts that do include her along with other characters but if they're not funny or not ~correct~ in their vibes then yeah. blocked)

#i feel bad sometimes i wish this site had a mute option instead of just block #but block it is #and then out of the posts that remain. feels like half of them are about fucking sara j maas books #which i dont block unless someone is posting a TON of stuff and i am tired of scrolling by it #because they're using that tag appropriately... it's just... a different queen maeve #d

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fetidfruit · 2 months ago

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[ INT. ] the lamb & flag. @cloyingblccd

Pinstripe trousers ticking Prague time from a forgotten, stowed pocket watch, Dexter idled his stride towards the corner table he hadn't realised Junie was already perched at, eyes occupied on his screen. Luna and Maeve weren't going to make it, last minute cancellations. His eyes flicked up to find the book club's usual haunt, for some reason fully anticipating it to be empty, only to find Junie blinking up at him, eyes like saucers, full Mort from Madagascar inquisitive. It was enough to jolt him out of his skin. "Fuckin' hell, you -- sorry, fuck, poppin' out at me like The Exorcist," he steadied his nerve, somewhat bashful grin declaring itself the captain of his features' ship. Dexter slid into the mottled velvet of the seat adjacent, reached up to scratch idly at his temple, black nail varnish that'd eroded from a middle finger like a frequently tide lapped rock face. "Y'see the chat? Thrown you to the wolves, they have. Gotta buckle up with fuckin'... little ol' me. Shit's outrageous." After saying so, he flipped open his slouched, khaki backpack, various buckles jangling during his lazy rifles. "Uh... Yeah, right." A light thump had him tabling their latest read, various pages dog-eared to mark pages of note, a scrappy receipt peeking in place of a bookmark. "Unless you can't be arsed. Up to you." Then, entirely unrelated, eyes roaming towards the bar. "Personally, I fancy myself a little pistachio."

#dexter | junie #dexter | all #:DDDD

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nghialtrn · 1 year ago

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WEEK 10: Online harassment, uncontrolled language, and death threats. One-click from an anonymous through the screen

From bullying to slander and insults in cyberspace, 'online toxicity' is a fact of life for everyone, in which women, and teenagers... are the most victims easily targeted.

According to a nationally representative Pew Research Center online survey of over 10,000 American adults conducted in September 2020, 41% of Americans have at least once been the victim of online harassment in one of six categories: being called derogatory names, being deliberately embarrassed, being stalked, being physically threatened, being harassed for an extended period, or being sexually harassed (Bertazzo, S 2021). The Center's 2017 poll on the subject yielded a comparable proportion, but more recent data indicates a rise in claims of more serious offenses including sexual harassment and stalking. Even if there may not be a general increase in online harassment, the problem is becoming worse. It is evident that an increasing number of individuals have either encountered or are now enduring violent threats, stalking, persistent harassment, and sexual harassment, among other more severe forms of conduct.

According to recent research, over half of the questioned teens reported experiencing significant harassment online, and around two-thirds of individuals under 30 reported having encountered online abuse. Out of ten adult LGBTQ people, seven have been the victim of abuse online, with 51% being the subject of more serious kinds of harassment. In general, males report experiencing online harassment at a higher rate than women (43% versus 38%), while the rates of more severe kinds of online abuse are comparable for men and women. Additionally, studies show that women are twice as likely as males to report that they were very or severely disturbed by online abuse.

People's ability to engage with their communities through the internet and digital tools is becoming more and more dependent on them. These tools are used for everything from information sharing and searching to entertainment and sensitive question solving, education, and access to the outside world. The internet is predicated on the notion of free speech as well as the unrestricted exchange of information. Aside from emails, posts, chats, and livestreams on social media, the proliferation of the internet has also led to a diversification of targeting methods. Online harassment has become a common problem due to several factors, including the rising use of cell phones, extensive internet coverage, and more affordable costs. The majority of harassers, it is noteworthy, either deliberately ignore or are oblivious to the significant "real" implications of their actions. People can express themselves and seek information about their sexual orientation and identity on the internet, but many are attacked for doing so. These attacks can take many different forms, such as sexual assault, the disclosure of personal information, and image manipulation that is then used for extortion and reputational harm. Research indicates that political opinions, gender, attractiveness, and ethnicity are the most often targeted human or physical attributes in online abuse (Maeve Duggan 2017). Online harassment may take many different forms, such as doxing, online sexual harassment, distributed denial-of-service (DDoS) attacks, and stalking.

Effective social media management strategies necessitate a thorough comprehension of the numerous harms connected to distinct types of online harassment. Cyberbullying may have serious, perhaps irreversible effects on a victim's physical and emotional health. The nature of the action itself might have repercussions, even if the impact of harassment can differ based on its particular form. Devastating results can result from persistent harassment; many victims, particularly women, have spoken out about being the target of unwanted attention regularly when using the internet (Massanari, A 2016).

With a single click, online bullies, who are frequently geographically scattered and challenging to locate, may harass and abuse their victims in front of an infinite number of people. This typically presents serious obstacles for victims who want to take legal action. Additionally, a lot of young people make the mistake of thinking that since the internet gives them total anonymity, there won't be any repercussions for their horrible actions. The growing number of incidents of online harassment indicates that insufficiently strong safeguards are in place to stop online abuse. The term “anonymity” describes the practice of posting anonymous comments on chat rooms and social media sites that cannot be linked to a particular person. A person may choose a pseudonym rather than their own name if they wish to be incognito. Bullies may decide to use a pseudonym as a means of hiding their true identity when harassing others online. In fact, the victim might never find out who the bully is. The bully may hide in quiet places, even their own house, and act in ways they wouldn't otherwise be able to since they can stay unknown. Because they are anonymous, invaders can intimidate, threaten, or degrade others without worrying about repercussions or being recognized.

Therefore, we need to equip ourselves with the necessary skills to deal with these issues:

Block social media accounts with malicious intent: One of the common but insidious forms of online bullying is sending threatening messages. Bullying messages are not always explicit. Indeed, with such a message, you may never truly understand the sender's intentions. If this information frightens you, perhaps you should consider whether it could escalate into action. The best way to prevent online bullying is to block social media accounts deliberately sending threatening emails and messages. This prevents malicious individuals from accessing you further.

Preserve evidence: Evidence of threats, harassment, provocative messages, and harmful comments should be documented in real-time. In addition to keeping digital records, print them out when necessary.

Talk to a trusted person: Speaking to parents is not easy for everyone. But when faced with unresolved issues, you should talk and seek advice from your parents.

Limit the disclosure of personal information on social media: New users of social media often do not realize the risks when personal information is made public on online platforms. When something bad happens, users can become excessively stressed. That's why it's important to learn how to use social media correctly and know what information should be shared. Sometimes, you may not realize that you are sharing unwanted personal information online.

Report to authorities: In severe cases, report to the nearest law enforcement agency for legal processing. Strict compliance with the provisions of the Cybersecurity Law is also a way to protect yourself from cyberbullying. The difference between freedom of speech and personal insult is clear. Taking decisive action to end online bullying.

Avoid provoking the perpetrator: A strong reaction can exacerbate the situation and anger the bully. Depending on the situation, you may consider ignoring online provocative behavior and blocking or reporting such behavior to the website or social media platform. Usually, bullies are more interested when victims respond. If you receive emails or text messages from strangers, consider switching to a different email address, phone number, or social media account.

Conclusion

Digital technologies and the internet are playing a bigger role in communication and social interaction, but they also create more avenues for abuse and harassment online. Many victims of online harassment suffer severe psychological and bodily suffering in addition to being inconvenienced, with long-lasting effects. Even if there are several ways to deal with online harassment, to properly handle this issue, the community and authorities must agree and show support.

In this situation, it is crucial to have a thorough awareness of the different types of online harassment and to implement the necessary safety precautions. The most crucial thing, though, is to provide a kind and safe online space where individuals may communicate constructively without worrying about danger or injury. Technology leaders and the online community face a big problem here, but there's also a chance to create a safer and more pleasant social media environment for everybody.

Reference list

Bertazzo, S 2021, ‘Online Harassment Isn’t Growing—But It’s Getting More Severe’, pew.org, viewed <https://www.pewtrusts.org/en/trust/archive/spring-2021/online-harassment-isnt-growing-but-its-getting-more-severe>.

Maeve Duggan 2017, ‘Online Harassment 2017’, Pew Research Center: Internet, Science & Tech, viewed <https://www.pewresearch.org/internet/2017/07/11/online-harassment-2017/>.

Massanari, A 2016, ‘#Gamergate and the Fappening: How Reddit’s algorithm, governance, and Culture Support Toxic Technocultures’, New Media & Society, vol. 19, no. 3, pp. 329–346, viewed <https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1177/1461444815608807>.

Mishna, F, Saini, M & Solomon, S 2009, ‘Ongoing and online: Children and youth’s Perceptions of Cyber Bullying’, Children and Youth Services Review, vol. 31, no. 12, pp. 1222–1228, viewed <https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0190740909001200>.

#MDA20009 #Online Harassment #Cyberbullying #Solutions

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