#;; rip BOTH darlings because these two are like. evil evil men together

[yxstxrdrxxm]

Can you imagine albedo and dottore meeting. The experiments they would do together lmao 😭😭

HELP NOT THEM MEETING. NAH NUH UH IF THEY DID I WOULD CRY /exag

these two are going to have some true neutral and chaotic evil like?? Imagine...

[mitsungo]

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　　I didn’t expect the second part to become more popular! It honestly shocked me! I kinda have an idea of where I’ll be going with the ending—kinda don’t. Idk. We’ll just wait and see how this progresses! Also just go with the flow on this please 😵‍💫

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Kyojuro had never wished for nothing more than to live a peaceful life with Y/n after retiring from the demon slayer corps. She was a wonderful person, ever since he had met her, he had known that she would be the girl he would one day call his wife, and she would call him her husband. He and his fellow hashira, named Uzui, would talk about marriage and occasionally talk about children and retiring. Though Uzui would get carried away when it came to the children part, adding more to the conversation about making the children and not imagining how the children would be like. When Uzui talked about that topic, Kyojuro would get startled and start sweating, before he would change the topic as fast as he could. But heaven knows that Uzui would pick up the idea that Kyojuro was still, pure, as Uzui would put it. So what if he was? He and his fiancée agreed that they would consummate their marriage duties once they got married. But then again, Uzui would tell him about how wonderful it felt to, be intimate with a partner.

“Y/n, may I ask you something?” Kyojuro asked, his eyebrows furrowing a bit, to show off that he was going to be serious in the conversation. “Of course Kyo, what is it that you wish to know?” Y/n replied gently, her eyes now fixated on his own. “Have you ever thought of, being intimate…on another level?” Kyojuro felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the question he had just asked his fiancée. Y/n abruptly stopped sewing, she didn’t move for a good minute, before she put the needle and kimono down on her lap. “Well, if I am completely honest. I don’t really know what you mean by that dear. What do you mean, ‘on another level’? Are you trying to say…” she paused, her cheeks turning bright red as she realized what he meant. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by asking you that. But I just, wanted to know. You know? I mean, the farthest we’ve gone to is kissing and occasionally leaving small marks on one another.” Kyojuro said, he really hoped he hadn’t made y/n’s opinion change on him. What if she thought he was a pervert now. How embarrassing. As he was lost in thought, y/n burst into laughter, starling Kyojuro in the process. “You could have just asked me if you wanted to make love Kyo. No need to be shy with me! We’ve known each other since we were children darling!” She let another fit of giggles escape her mouth as she desperately tried to cover it with a hand over her mouth. How cute. “Guess you’re right! I’ll try to be more straightforward next time!” He shot her a bright smile, causing y/n to stop giggling and stare at him in awe. Kyojuro made his way over to y/n, kneeling down in front of her and taking out a small picture of her and him together in kimonos she had made for them. “Always and forever, my beautiful wife.” He felt y/n gently put the picture back into his pocket, her fingers entangling with his own. “Always and forever, my handsome husband.” Kyojuro looked into his future wife’s eyes, those beautiful shining orbs of life and color. She leaned in closer to his face, her lips touching his. “Let’s get married here now then. And we can consummate the marriage before you depart tomorrow for that mission of yours.” Kyojuro closed his eyes, placing his forehead onto her own, smiling gently at her, “Very well. I will marry you here. And you will marry me here. Together, we will bring our two families and more importantly our souls together.” She nodded, smiling back at him with a warm smile like the sun. They both leaned in, closing the gap between them. Just how lucky was he to have such an amazing woman in his life? He would never know.

Now looking at the situation he was in, with upper rank 3’s arm piercing through his stomach, he wished he had married y/n sooner. They had only spent two months secretly married together, he was hoping to be spending his entire lifetime with her. He couldn’t give up now, not without a fight, not until he cut this demon’s head off. Kyojuro knew y/n would want him to fulfill his mission, just as his mother would too. He had to do it now. “I WON’T LET YOU ESCAPE! NOT UNTIL I CUT THAT HEAD OF YOURS!” He yelled at the demon, who had began to panic due to the sun rising. “LET GO! I SAID LET GO!” Akaza screamed, but to no avail. Kyojuro could feel his body start to succumb to his wound, no, he had to continue fighting. His mind started to get a bit fuzzy his vision on his right eye following right behind. Kyojuro felt Akaza rip himself away from his grasp, so this was it. The fight was over. He could finally rest. He had also lost the picture he always kept near his heart of him and y/n, how much he wanted to cry from not being able to see her face one more time.

“You will, live on without me. I will see you again.”

The day after Kyojuro’s funeral, she locked herself up in her room, ignoring her aunt and uncle’s plea for her to come out and eat or be in the garden. How could she eat or do anything when the man she loved had just died? Y/n undid her hair, throwing the pin away in a corner of her room. The sound of it hitting the wall harshly, she didn’t pay no attention to it, nothing mattered anymore. Nor she, or anyone. Her eyes started to tear up again, she looked up and saw one of the unfinished kimono’s in her room. Y/n grit her teeth in anger, yanking the kimono from the rack, grabbing a pair of scissors and tearing it apart. The one beautiful piece of fabric was now a torn up piece of cloth. She fell to her knees, her head starting to hurt from the anger and grief.

“Kyojuro! Why did you leave me all alone? Now who will be my other half if not you? Gods, what have I done to anger you enough to take away my husband from me? Please, take care of him for me until I go with him and my parents. Who am I to judge you for your decisions? Even then, I can not live without Kyojuro!” She proclaimed to no one, her hands gripping tightly on the kimono she had just shred into pieces. Why was this world so cruel to her? To everybody? She knew others had gone through much worse, and only now did she understand those who have lost their entire families, friends, and even themselves. How tragic. Her uncle and aunt were shocked when she had come down later in the night to the garden. Y/n looked up at them, her hair a mess, eyes red and a shredded kimono in hand.

“I renounce my title as a seamstress.”

A whole month has passed since Akaza had met Y/n. The two have gotten closer to one another, almost as if they were best friends. He had just arrived for the night at her home, the scent of her perfume in the room.

“Oh, Akaza. You’re here. Please. Take a seat.” Y/n said, gesturing for him to sit down in his designated spot. As he walked over to the small tea table, his eyes caught a certain picture frame that was placed in between a small shrine. Akaza picked up the frame, glancing behind his back to make sure y/n was not there, he studied the picture, it was Y/n and Kyojuro. Both of them smiling softly with their hands intertwined. It made him a bit jealous seeing kyojuro there with her, he didn’t deserve a woman like y/n. “So, are you going to teach me how to sew details into a kimono today or are you just—.” He stopped mid sentence, his mouth covered by y/n’s hands. She leaned into his ear and said, “I know you were the one that murdered Kyojuro.” He felt his eyes widen. “But don’t worry, I do not hate you. Humans and demons are sworn enemies. One may say that you are evil, doing unspeakable things to mankind, but even so, you are still a living creature, as I know you do not age, and you can be killed. Any living thing can be killed, though your morals are different than ours, I understand. What you think you do is righteous , and what the demon slayers think they do is righteous, it will in the end be the same. Killing one another because of different perspectives.” Y/n pulled her hands off his mouth, and backing away slowly. Akaza turned to face her, his face written with confusion and thoughtfulness. “You truly are an odd woman.” Was all he said in response. “They say the best people are a bit odd.” She giggled, taking his hand into her own. “Come now, let me show you how I do these details.”

The wind had began to pick up more now. With the petals of fallen wisteria flowers being taken away by the air and into the unknown. Akaza had just had a hard night, first he was summoned to an upper moon meeting, it seemed that an upper moon had died and their master was not happy at all, then that idiot with the blood stained hair had to go and bother him. How irritating, if only he could beat that parasite. But at least he would be going to go visit y/n today, since he didn’t have much do to. Akaza arrived in a matter of time, he poked his head into her room, his eyebrows furrowed when he noticed y/n’s scent was different today, sickly almost. He began to panic.

“Y/n? Where are you?” He took another look around the room and ran towards the end of the hall. “I’m downstairs, in the study room.” Akaza heard her say, he quickly made his way down to the room she said she was in. He slid open the door and saw y/n sitting down with her hand over her stomach. “Akaza, I found out, today, that I am pregnant.” His jaw dropped at the news, what the actual fuck? “How are you pregnant? I mean, is that even possible? Who’s baby is it? Have you been seeing men behind my back?” He started asking her, though he knew that couldn’t be the answer, as he would have smelt the scent of another man sooner. “I’ve only ever slept with you and kyojuro. This is very hard for me to even understand.” Akaza frowned when he realized that the baby growing inside had to be Kyojuro’s, it irritated him, now this day has truly become the worst one. As he was lost in thought, he snapped back to reality when he felt y/n’s soft hand tightly grip his. “I do not know why, but I have a feeling that there are two babies in me. And you are the father of one of them. You don’t need to stay by my side anymore. I understand. I wouldn’t stay either.” She happily said. Akaza’s eyes widened at her words, could that be a possibility, and would he actually want to keep staying here with her? Perhaps it was, or not. Only time will tell. As for staying with her, he didn’t know how to feel anymore. Y/n looked at him, her gaze slowly breaking away from his own, as if she was getting the aura that he wasn’t so sure anymore about anything. Y/n felt a smile creep up on her face, she pulled her hand away from his and slowly got up. But Akaza quickly yanked her back and embraced her, not too tightly, as he was worried he would hurt her and the babies. Akaza closed his eyes as he felt her arms wrap around him. This was a familiar feeling. He opened his mouth to finally give a response,

“I will stay with you no matter what.”

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

My Lethal White episode 1 recap

After having had a lot of fun recapping episode 2, I went back and did episode 1 as well. It got a bit out of hand and is a loooong post...

Under the cut, because, evidently, there will be ALL THE SPOILERS! 🚨

*SQUEEEEE!!!* THEY’RE BACK!!! 🤗💃🏻🙌🏼  (Yes, I’m still squeeing, although this is a rewatch)

Let’s look at the title sequence, shall we? They’ve added a few new details: There’s the wooden cross from the dell, the White Horse of Uffington and Robin’s Houses of Parliament guest pass. The child from Billy’s memories and the pink blanket. Someone’s already mentioned the ‘whore’ swirling in the coffee cup, and then later we have a fencing icon in the pint. Cool hints. 😎

Cut to tired, head-achy Cormoran at the wedding. Strike has a slightly different haircut, and I wonder: they dye Tom’s hair darker for the role, but he has a glint of natural first grey at the temples that I’ve seen on Tom pre-Strike. How did they keep that? (Sorry about the hair kink digression…☺️)

Pet peeve of mine they carried over from Career of Evil: in the book, Donald Laing slashes Strike’s palm, but it didn’t happen in the series. There was no blood on his hand when he called Robin, and his glove was intact. And yet, Strike has his hand bandaged. I know it’s a silly pet peeve of mine, but stuff like that pulls me out of the moment. And Strike wouldn’t slap on a bandage just for a little bruising. *steps off soap box*

“You look beautiful.” - “And you look terrible.” - “It’s this jacket, needs taking in.” 😂

“I want you back.” - “What?” Augh, the double meaning of it all, Strike’s softness and Robin’s initial uncertainty of what he means. 🥺

When she realizes that Matt deleted Strike’s messages, there’s a tear spilling from her eye, and she quickly wipes it away. 😢 Such good acting. Such a brave girl.

A few of us have already addressed this in the chat: did Matt BLOCK Strike, or delete his calls and messages? Or both? They’re frustratingly unclear about this detail, and it makes a difference in terms of Strike being able to reach her or not. (I’m a continuity nerd, sorry)

Sarah standing next to Matthew. *gags*

Robin looks so beautiful! And so very sad. (Holliday is acting her heart out of this season, can’t say it enough). This is award material, hands-down. 🏆

Her look across the room at Cormoran while they’re eating! And he’s… just been staring at her all through the meal? Good god. These two.

If Cormoran falls asleep before dessert he’s got to be really, REALLY tired.☺️ Poor baby.

We’ve got to work on your fine dining skills, Cormoran darling! It’s very cowboy and rugged, handling cutlery like that, but you would SINK during an aristocracy under-cover op. Maybe the Comte de la Fère is available for a lesson?

The first chords of The Calling’s “Wherever you will go”. Ack. They really went for the original, and as someone who’s always been ridiculously in love with that cheesy song, I AM HERE FOR IT.

Cormoran walking slow-mo past the bridesmaids, looking at Robin dancing with Matt The Twat. My heart…💔

When I’m gone you’ll need love to light the shadows on your face… *sniff*

Cormoran’s FACE during the dance. I can’t. He looks like a puppy about to get shot. 🥺

(and what a juxtaposition to the little lady with the funny hat bobbing happily next to him, to everyone looking awww and being completely ignorant of the drama that’s playing out. Ugh. I’m dead.)

Matthew moves like someone who’s (painstakingly) learned exactly one (1) dance, and for their wedding only, and why is he even smiling so proudly? They must’ve just had the biggest row in history? Is he really so full of himself?

Even Robin is smiling, although staring longingly at Strike. I bet they did that so Strike would be a little mad at her and want to walk away.

AND HE DOES! 😟 You can just see the “Fuck this” from the book crossing his face as he turns around and leaves. Ack. I’m dead again.

If I could then I would, I’ll go wherever you will go

(Perfectly placed, kudos) 👏🏼

And she runs after him, looking like a fairy-tale princess. Did you see how frigging COLD it must’ve been, judging by her breath?! Poor Holliday must have been freezing to death during the shoot. And then to pull off such a heartbreaking scene…

(Also, the lawn in the park? A shitload of rolled sods. No grass looks this lusciously green in winter, and you can see the edges everywhere. Some landscaper had a field day there!)

“Are you sure?” - “Yeah. I am.” About WHAT, you idiots?! *wrings hands* To her coming back to work, of course, but there’s so much more to their statements. And I’m sure that non-book-readers thought they were about to kiss and elope, but - alas! - we know that’s not going to happen.😔

But at least we get The Hug™️, and it’s everything we hoped for: Robin crying, digging her fingers into his jacket; Cormoran closing his eyes… God help us, we are all DOOMED sailing this ship! 🙈💔

I was a little miffed upon first watching that they faded out of that hug so quickly. That was it? No, it wasn’t, as we now know, and I love, love, love that we’re getting all these extended flashbacks that reveal more and more of what happened to us!

ONE BLOODY YEAR LATER (I still can’t get over that time jump)

Lol at the subcontractor crashing his moped into the cab! It was only briefly mentioned in the book, and turning it into an actual dialogue was a fun idea.😂

And there’s Denise (that IS her, right?), completely uninterested in doing her job. Good grief - Strike and Robin are BAD a picking employees! 🙈

Robin looking not-jealous-at-all at Strike walking off with Lorelei. Ouch.

I like Lorelei, btw. They chose the actress well, and she’s nice and mature. Which doesn’t mean that I’m not secretly flinching every time she kisses Cormoran. It’s just not right.

Billy. Joseph Quinn does an incredible job playing him. 👏🏼 As dangerous as he appears at first, his despair and his efforts at holding himself together are heartbreaking. That battle he wages against his mental illness is on full display, and his scared big eyes are killing me. 🥺

Cormoran is admirably unfazed by Billy’s appearance - is that his Army training kicking in? Robin, though, is shaking but braving it out, recording with her phone although her hands are trembling. Good acting by Holliday.

Good riddance, Denise.

The good ole’ pencil trick. “I didn’t know people still did this.” 😌

I was surprised that Cormoran chose to simply break into the house on Charlemont road. It’s breaking and entering for no good reason. Could’ve been anybody’s home.

He’s not going to- EWW! He’s sitting down on that filthy couch. And plucking hairs from it. EWW!🤢

Robin: “...and some porn.” 😂 Says it as if it’s what they always find. The usual. Men… 🙄

Who’s the guy taking pictures of Cormoran? I seriously don’t remember this from the b- Oh, WAIT! Reporter guy. Patterson. Yeah. Him.

The CORE members are as cliché in their looks as are Chiswell’s upper class folks. It’s all a bit on the nose for my taste, but then clichés are clichés for a reason.

Cormoran needs to work on his disguises. Not fitting in at all with the CORE crowd, age-wise or in his look. No wonder they don’t trust him. He does it better in the books.

Oh Robin. I actually think you need a lot more therapy to work through your shit.

Ah, here we go. Seaborn bacteria. But first, Matt’s got to be a prick again. 🙄

Chiswell with his arrogance and his rudeness and his finger-snapping. *shakes head* I think if Cormoran hadn’t known he could make some serious money with this case, he may have walked out on him.

Btw, the “large” jacket is making Strike look slimmer instead of bigger. 😄 They’re so desperately mentioning Strike’s largeness, as if beating it over our heads could actually make us not see barely-6-foot and slender Tom Burke.

“Couple more potatoes wouldn’t hurt.” And his FACE! 🥰

Glenister is a really good actor. I always listen to the Strike audiobooks that he narrates, and I was worried hearing his voice in the show would be confusing, but it’s not because he sounds so different. Can’t wait for him reading “Troubled Blood” to me! 🎧

Is it a coincidence that Drummond’s art gallery has a painting of a horse in its front window? I think not.

I love that soft blue shirt they put Cormoran in. Makes him look very huggable. *blushes*

“Not sure I would make a convincing goddaughter either.”😂

So in England you can just walk up to a minister’s house and ring the doorbell without any security people stopping you? Interesting.

Chiswell just shutting the door in Cormoran’s face. RUDE.😠

The brown contact lenses. 👀 Okay, they make her look different, but not THAT different. It’s her sudden posh accent that’s the real stunner.

The panic attacks. Holliday plays them so well, I almost feel like I can’t breathe myself. 😧

I was expecting the Houses of Parliament to look a little less like a stuffy basement full of old junk. *ducks*

Barclay! Definitely looking more attractive than his description in the book. And I thought I’d gotten food at understanding Scottish. I haven’t. *turns subtitles on*

Izzy is the only Chiswell offspring who doesn’t make me want to immediately vomit.

“Venetia. Like the blinds.” Oh God. 🙈

Winn is such a creep. 🤮 Poor Robin. GET AWAY FROM HER YOU LEECH!

Of course Matt doesn’t want Robin to wear the Green Dress. Twat.🙄

The house warming party. I always wonder why Robin doesn’t have friends of her own. I have a feeling Matt has something to do with that.

The earrings. So we will see Robin finding out Matt’s cheating on her! I can’t wait for her to rip him a new one! 😈

Robin calls Cormoran - and it’s not Coco but Lorelei who picks up. That’s a smart change from the book. And it makes her the rebound girl. Which she doesn’t deserve, but it is what it is.

“And she bakes.” 🥴 Is it just me wondering how Lorelei got that cake into the tin without ruining the icing?!

Flashback to The Hug™️. God, their faces are so close. Cormoran is so soft. Nnnnhhhggggg.

Enter the plaid shirt. Lumber!Cormoran is a good look on him! 😍

The Armchair of Sadness™️. Of course that’s where the devastating phone call to Robin’s house happens! The disbelief and disappointment on Cormoran’s face is heart rending. 😢💔

@lulacat3 and I have already established the continuity error with Cormoran’s facial injuries suddenly missing when he’s reached the pub. (And they should still be there; he’s still wearing the plaid shirt from that same evening.) If I were the makeup person I would have been deeply regretful of having missed dabbing fake injuries on Tom’s face again.

The Uffington Horse. Robin’s in appropriate Wellingtons, weather jacket and a beanie for their outing. Cormoran is wearing what he always wears, and Tom clearly wishes he had a beanie. At least he gets to wear a t-shirt under his eternally blue shirts this season. REVOLUTION! 😄

Sure. Let’s just go and dig for a corpse with a shovel so conveniently available! Just the two of them - one delicate Robin and one invalid. And then Robin finds the bones after ten seconds of digging. No further comment. 🙄

But I like the change with Cormoran’s leg. As stupidly heroic as he acted in the book, I like it better in the show where he has to acknowledge his handicap and Robin takes charge.

The bones. Dun-dun-DUN!

(Good first episode, although all in all the pacing wasn’t quite right yet, and compared to the book it all felt a bit rushed. I liked episode two better.)

[number5theboy]

ALRIGHT

THIS SEASON

IT WAS A LOT

my liveblogged thoughts under the cut

Episode 1

·         Exhilarating! I love Ben

·         Ben already has more lines in these first five minutes than he had in the first season

·         This montage is good

·         ALLISON BABY

·         Luther yelled for Diego first I love this

·         Diego is immediately in vigilante mode…….hot

·         THE SHOT PARELLING VANYA’S FIRST WORDS

·         Vanya is a mess we love to see it

·         The shot of Five’s feet hitting the puddle? So aesthetically pleasing

·         The battle scene is such a smart way of reintroducing everyone’s powers and their Final Form™ succinctly

·         I love Hazel. So much.

·         The Umbrella Atomic Explosion™ is SO clever I love it

·         ALRIGHT UNCHARTERED TERRITORY LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOO

·         Oh Hazel and Five make me soft

·         Agnes and Hazel had a good life

·         Hazel is so dead

·         Welp that took no time at all

·         “How many times did I say bulletproof briefcases?” ily mister five

·         I love the Swedes they’re stupid

·         Are we ever gonna know what Agnes made Hazel promise?

·         Five is honestly world’s best character

·         FUTURE HEADQUARTERS

·         “Well the truth is out there!” abkdkblhlkbkhl

·         I shouldn’t make quick judgments, but conspiracy nut guy is nice and I hope he doesn’t turn out evil, because I also through Harold was nice in the beginning

·         Diego got himself arrested already what an idiot

·         Asddjgflkflhfl Diego’s problems all put out

·         Okay, set-up for Diego’s character arc of self-actualisation we love to see it

·         Lila is awesome, but I hope they don’t make her crush on him excessively

·         Diego and Five is an underrated duo

·         THEY ARE SO BICKERY

·         Five is jut gonna murder him sometime along the way

·         I LOVE FIVE SO MUCH WHAT A LITTLE SHIT

·         Oof Vanya is so cute in that outfit

·         This scene perfectly encapsulates women having to listen to men

·         VANYA’S GOING TO MILFTOWN Y’ALL

·         I cannot tell white men apart, does Carl look like conspiracy nut guy or is it just me?

·         As usual, Ben and Klaus are bad at everything

·         “neither does your beard” icon Ben Hargreeves

·         I support Ben pummelling Klaus

·         I passionately hate the beard and love the coat

·         Why do all the white men look alike, I thought this poker dude was a Swede

·         I KNEW BEN WAS LYING

·         “Pick a better time to self-actualise!”

·         I still hate the beard, let’s see if it grows on me

·         Yusuf Gatewood………….hot

·         By far the hottest couple so far in TUA

·         Please tell me she’s not still hung up on Luther

·         Yes she is goddammit

·         The moon thing is cute though, I can appreciate that

·         Luther finally gets a well-soundtracked fight scene I love it

·         OI THAT WAS BRUTAL HOLY SHIT

·         Oh Luther is pulling a Five in feeling bad about his excessive violence

·         I already hate his boss

·         Raymond marry me pls

·         Allison marry me pls

·         OH MY GOD VANYA LAUGHED

·         Sissy and Vanya have excellent chemistry

·         Oh I see the deliberate parallel with Vanya, Umbrella Academy, you aren’t fooling me

·         SWEDISH ASSASSINS BABY

·         Do you think they’ll say a single word or?

·         Literally the only way this show knows how to signal danger is through flickering lights

·         Two bopping fight scene and Five hasn’t been in any of them

·         Lila and Diego have no braincells between them it’s beautiful

·         Alright, she knows how to fight……..supicious

·         If this show wasn’t so hellbent on making Luther and Allison a thing, he would be best ace rep

·         Lmao “I don’t give a shit” I love you Luther

 EPISODE TWO

·         ALRIGHT THE HANDLER IS BACK???????

·         Okay so Hazel and Cha-Cha are dead but that pestilence still runs around??? Bruuuuuuuuuh

·         Kate Walsh is still hot though

·         AJ??????

·         THE FISH SMOKES?!?

·         God the Commission is such a capitalist hellhole

·         Oh there we have 743

·         H E R B

·         Okay I am here to see her humiliated but please no redemption arc for her

·         I love the deliberate parallels between Five and the Handler

·         “Like a masseuse?” IDIOTS

·         Oh Five is so lost and vulnerable baby boy

·         Also the character developments in Luther!!!!!

·         “Dad should’ve left him on the moon.” Five is, simply said, an icon

·         Oof Sissy is SO cute

·         I’m already not ready for Five to find Vanya

·         Lila is so extra can we keep her

·         Great now I have sympathy for Carl

·         Luther’s new outfit looks so good on him

·         OH LUTHER IS THE FIRST ONE TO SEE HER

·         Well that was dramatic and didn’t lead anywhere

·         Alright two episodes in, Civil Rights plotline hasn’t been fucked up yet

·         WHAT THE FUCK IS THE SWEDE DRINKING SO CONSCPICOUSLY

·         ELLIOTT IS THE NAME OF MISTER CONSPIRACY

·         “cousins on my robot mother’s side”

·         “Imagine Batman, then aim lower.”

·         Lila is great I love her

·         Diego is gonna throw both Five and Lila through a wall at some point

·         Five is so ready to throw Diego under the bus

·         Klaus Hargreeves, world’s worst cult leader

·         ……….did Klaus built a cult on pop lyrics?

·         Klaus and Raymond bonding I love it

·         DIEGO AND FIVE BEST TEAM

·         REGINALD IS THE UMBRELLA MAN

·         OH LUTHER IS GONNA FIND HER HOLY SHIT

·         THE BARN FROM THE PROMO PICTURE

·         This scene is so good

·         “You shouldn’t be the one to apologise.” I’M GONNA CRY

·         Tom Hopper and Ellen Page are so good in this scene

·         WHY DID HE LEAVE

·         What the flying fuck is up with the Swedes

·         BRO WHAT THE FUCK

·         Is Five ever gonna bring up the fact that he was supposed to kill Kennedy or?

·         Raymond is wasted on someone who doesn’t give him her whole heart

·         What the FUCK, Klaus

·         Why does she remember her name tho

·         The violin starting up when she talks about the callouses on Vanya’s hands

·         Brotherly bonding is my new favourite scene

·         Do the filmmakers know that your scene can be suspenseful and well-lit

·         Okay maybe baby Pogo is cute

·         There is gonna be no Five murdering spree, the blood is solely from Pogo

·         Next well-soundtracked fight scene

·         The choreography of this!!!!!

·         Man Reginald is a shitty dad before he even becomes a dad

·         Diego cannot catch a break poor baby

 EPISODE 3

·         SHITTY WIG ON KLAUS ALERT

·         THE LEVITATION IS BEN I HATE THIS

·         So far, all title card umbrellas have not disappointed

·         You are running in a straight line you really should hit her

·         Yep, Watchmen flashbacks

·         Luther remains cute and awkward

·         THEY ARE TALKING TO EACH OTHER BABY

·         S E Q U I N S

·         SNEAKY LADY ALLISON IS BACK

·         FINALLY

·         A HUG  

·         Allison and Klaus are so cute

·         What in the goddamn Looney Tunes is this outfit lady

·         WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU LADY

·         ALLISON HARGREEVES YOU QUEEN

·         This spooky ghost show is great

·         Everyone going off on Five is great

·         @ this show stop ripping Vanya and Five apart and let them be soft

·         Diego is so naked this entire season

·         Diego and Lila are a good dynamic

·         Elliott is a babe I love him

·         The Handler continues to be creepy about Five

·         So much driving

·         Luther is baby and Raymond deserves better than to deal with all the baggage from all the Hargreeves brothers

·         HE SHAVED THE BEARD

·         Ouch this is awkward

·         I don’t get why they didn’t cast normal Dave to play young Dave they’re not that far apart in age

·         Oh he’s gonna have to let Dave go

·         Oh this scene must be so triggering

·         Oh shit’s bad and it’s only episode 3

·         PUPPY???

·         WE WERE RIGHT ABOUT LILA

·         WHAT DO YOU MEAN THANKS MOM

 EPISODE 4

·         Oh my god the Handler is pure fucking evil

·         She learnt the fighting from her mom alright

·         THE RED BOOTS WERE THERE ALL ALONG

·         Man I hoped that the antisemitism was gone

·         Vanya being protective of Luther :’)

·         Luther only has shitty father figures

·         I can’t believe they were better organised last season

·         Why do you hate the Vanya/Five dynamic so much, show?

·         Five got an extra dose of asshole today this season huh

·         Reggie is probably the twelfth

·         Oh boy Klaus is a trainwreck

·         That marriage is also a trainwreck

·         I understand Ray though

·         Why is there Styx on this soundtrack

·         Oh Klaus baby

·         GALA NIGHT BITCHES

·         Five is a smart young old man

·         Oh baby is eating his heart out

·         Oh the hug makes me soft though

·         Honestly, Tom Hopper and Emmy Raver Lampman have such cute chemistry

·         AWKWARD DARLING MAN

·         “Doomsday” *nervous chuckle*

·         Ballroom lessons as kids

·         This is an excellent dance scene

·         OH MY GOD MOM WAS MADE AFTER A REAL WOMAN

·         THIS SHOW MAN THIS SHOW

·         Reggie is gross

·         Diego’s mommy AND daddy issues are put on blast this season

·         Sissy is such a babe

·         Man we got budget BUDGET for this season

·         Alright, the white violin can revive people now cool cool cool

·         How different her powers are when powered by love

·         I love Elliott I hope he survives the eason

·         I am down for Luther and Elliott getting high together

·         LET’S GO LESBIIIAAAAAAAAAANS

·         God Allison and Klaus make me so soft

·         I am very supportive of Elliott and Luther becoming bros

·         You already shanked one son, go poker stick another one

·         YES EXCELLENT FIGHT MUSIC

·         They both?????? Just left him to fend for himself??????????

·         Ancient Greek??? Bitch what

·         This show is rated for violence and we have barely seen any!!!!!! What!!!!!!!

 Episode 5

·         Okay baby Pogo and Grace is adorable

·         Why is Pogo in space now

·         THEY KILLED POGO

·         AGAIN

·         Hargeeves got a hug before Five did what the effing fuck

·         He might be a dick but his instincts are good

·         Haha old cowboy

·         Ben is so done

·         Vanya……..Sissy……..my heart

·         Wow Reginald continues to be a massive arse

·         Luther/Diego/Five are DUMB and I love them

·         “No, bro, he shanked your heart.”

·         God the Handler!!!!!!

·         THE MUSIC AT THE REUNION

·         We didn’t even see Five reunite with Allison and Klaus!!!!!

·         GOD WHAT A SISTERLY UPGRADE

·         KLAUS VANYA AND ALLISON HUGGING

·         Allison and Diego rights babey!!!

·         Are the Swedes ever gonna say something or

·         LILA AND FIVE TEAM-UP LET’S GO

·         I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH I’M GONNA CRY BABY

·         The red-blue dynamic in Luther and Diego I live for that

·         Luther and Diego are gooooooood together

·         What is up with that

·         Klaus, Vanya and Allison are dumbasses and I love them so much

·         Alright where are the Swedes doing and why is that tree so creepy

·         Oh the youngest Swede just went tits-up

·         Please tell me Five is finally getting a fight scene

·         Excellent fight scene

·         Great, now I feel sad for the Swedes

·         They deffo have a cooler aesthetic than Hazel and Cha-Cha

·         This cover is beautiful

 EPISODE 6

·         This wig looks better than Klaus’

·         Also Ben has barely been in this season where is he at

·         Oof Ray is so cute

·         The Handler and Five have such good chemistry holy shit

·         Diego, Luther and Vanya are a god-tier dynamic

·         We love the CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

·         BENNY BOY HAS A CRUSH

·         Wait how is this only episode six I feel like this is already the pensum of the first season

·         Clothing montage baby!!!!!

·         God they look so good together

·         Oh Allison can be RUTHLESS

·         THE BINGO CARDS

·         Oh no no no no I didn’t think Klaus and Dave could be even more tragic

·         THEY TALK

·         God she is so fucking creepy stop lusting after a child

·         World’s most satisfying elevator shot

·         This scene is chaos I love it

·         God everyone just harps on Diego’s daddy issues jesus

·         Oh baby no

·         Oh babies no

·         NO NOT THE DISSOLUTION OF TEAM ZERO

·         Why are there so many antisemitic dogwhistles in this

·         This scene between Five and Reginald is good

·         NOT ELLIOTT

·         Oh no no no no Carl

·         Alright at least this promises a good fight scene

 EPISODE 7

·         This polka music bops

·         Wait how did he get to 1982

·         HE SAID FUCK

·         Man Carmichael was out so quick

·         No fish-eating?

·         Awwwww Klaus and Ben have a heart to heart

·         Oh God, Diego and Luther have no brain activity between the two of them

·         That is a Look

·         Oh this montage of Ben rediscovering touch

·         The writing of this show was oddly prophetic

·         Oh wait Vanya’s gonna be incarcerated too right????

·         Oh this is heart-breaking

·         Really?????? Ben’s the dorky one???

·         Oh my god Ben is getting a hug and Diego is so soft

·         Man why are Five and Vanya so antagonistic

·         FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

·         Dude a fight between them would have been so epic

·         Diego

·         You idiot

·         Oh Allison really loves him and he loves her

·         Oh I am so sad

·         Yeah this episode is infinitely worse than the day that wasn’t

·         FUCK YEAH BACKSTREET BOYS

·         What the fuck

·         Yo that is sadistic as fuck Allison what the flying fuck

·         This scene might ruin the song for me

·         There definitely was an easier way out

·         They fucked it up

·         I am not surprised

 EPISODE 8

·         Oh she speaks Russian

·         Five just snapped and honestly deserves it

·         Yeah I feel for the Swede

·         What is it with commission assassins and axes this season

·         “Your vagina needs fresh glasses.”

·         Nepotism

·         Oh Grace is turning on him baby!!

·         Ha remember when we were all like ‘oh no they’re making Reggie sympathetic’

·         Yeah so much for that

·         Five and Luther are……..soft

·         What the fuck is up with that

·         AYYYY BUTTHOLE SURFERS ON THE SOUNDTRACK

·         Oooooohhhhhhh trippy kid scene

·         Also Reggie is bad at German

·         I love Luther and Five so much

·         We finally get to see older Five’s tie pattern

·         Alright Lila makes me uncomfortable

·         FIVE IS GONNA GO FERAL Y’ALL LET’S GO

·         Man after the last rampage you’d think they’d upped security in this place

·         Herb for president!!

·         Some catch Diego’s ego is going berserk

·         Oh not again

·         Dot is a rebel now

·         Everyone is ragging on Five, even Five

·         This is so trippy

·         Oh yeah the brains. Forgot about those.

·         I……….sad

·         Oh my god oh my god oh my god

·         Of course it’s all the government’s fault

·         Love how they just walked into an FBI building

·         Bro what the fuck is going on

EPISODE 9

·         Allison is always there for Vanya and I love her

·         Hello Klaus and Diego are so cute

·         Oh my heart you go Klaus

·         So much for that

·         BUT BEN

·         YOU ARE CLIFF-HANGERING BE INSIDE AN EPISODE

·         Crazy Five is an idiot I love him

·         “I’m the daddy here” is not the gazelle, but it’ll do in a pinch

·         The 743!!!!!!

·         Oh God, Harlan is in danger

·         She loves him?!? You barely know the man!!!!!!

·         WHAT’S ON THE PAPER

·         Oh it’s her file

·         HELLO LET US SEE THE FIVES TYING TO OFF EACH OTHER

·         This continues to be trippy

·         These visuals are so stunning

·         This is my favourite scene so far, this is so good, this is an excellent talk

·         NO

·         NOT BEN

·         NOT BEN

·         “I’m askin’, Carl.” You go Sissy, love you, you’re doing excellent

·         Alright, we have a mini-Vanya here

·         Oh I hate the Handler so fucking much she is the worst

·         What a plot-twist

·         Oh god so much is going on in this season

·         Oh we get fish-eating, but it’s not Five? That’s lame

·         Why are they all so hell-bent on making stupid decisions

·         Klaus you idiot

·         Oh that SON OF A BITCH HARGREEVES

·         What the fuck what is on the dark side of the moon

·         What the flying fuck what the fuck what tebdjbdgkbjdsgkbjgsdjgnj

·         WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GOING TO WAR

 EPISODE 10

·         Oh the kids are back for Ben’s funeral

·         I hate this

·         Reginald is just. The worst.

·         My emotions are all over the place

·         Oh……..babies

·         OH MY GOD DIEGO

·         AND FIVE

·         It wouldn’t hurt to go to an abandoned farm

·         God this is a family of shitty choices

·         I don’t want Ben to be gone

·         FAMILY TIME

·         Oh shit I totally forgot about the last Swede

·         BRO THE STAKES

·         YEAH THIS LOOKS BAD

·         ALRIGHT Harland is gonna be alright

·         All these assassins have shit aim

·         HE’S MATRIXING

·         LILA’S ONE OF THE 43

·         SHE CAN ABSORB AND REDIRECT THEIR ENERGIES

·         ONE OF THEM ONE OF THEM ONE OF THEM

·         Awwwwww they love each other

·         Oh great THEY’RE DEAD AGAIN

·         Oh now LILA will have to fix the timeline

·         Wait now they’re all dead

·         The swede to the rescue?

·         Please tell me she’s dead for good this time

·         We love a de facto protagonist saving everyone’s asses once more

·         GO VANYA SAVE THE BABY

·         Dot and Herb are precious dumbasses

·         This is heart-breaking, but I understand Sissy so much

·         WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CLIFFHANGER

[dayawantstosleep]

His Name

Summary: Aria wants to pay her sister's medical bills. She donates blood to vampires for money. Falling for Jisung was not the plan. Jisung is one of Aria's clients, a rich vampire who wants more than her blood. 

Genre: Vampire! Han, Supernatural Romance

Word Count: 5,155

Warnings: Mentions of Blood

Notes: I've decided to make this fic because of Han's birthday so this is a gift you could say. I've come to love everything about this man in the past month I became a STAY. This man has it all: the looks, the rap and singing skills and his ability to be both cute and hot at any given time. Anyway, happy birthday to one of the most beautiful men that has crossed this Earth besides the rest of Stray Kids.                                                                                                                        If Han Jisung ever reads this story - I love you, darling and I will support you and Stray Kids forever! 😍💕💜

Han     Felix     Seungmin    Chan      Minho

"What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes at the boy in black hair and piercing gaze that spoke.

He took a sip of a red liquid in a glass cup. The same liquid everyone here was drinking. If people weren't drinking, they were dancing. I sighed and looked at the small paper in my hands.

"Came looking for you." I said, thrusting the piece of paper at him. He glanced at the piece of paper and made a small choking sound.

"This is too much. I don't have that kind of money."

"I could always leave you to starve. You're the son of the CEO, who by the way is CEO of one of the most famous entertainment companies in Korea."

"You're mean." He growled and took his cellphone out. I watched him click buttons and my cell phone beeped.

"You'll get the other half when our job is done." He grumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"It's dangerous here, you know?" He walked towards me slowly and I rolled my eyes. They always had a thing for dramatic flair.

"I can handle a couple bloodsuckers. Just like I can handle you." I grabbed his hands and put them on my waist. His eyes seemed to sparkle with lust, just like every other time he feeds.

"If you drink more than a few liters, I will rip your fangs out."

"Noted." He inched closer to me, lips trailing my neck.

I closed my eyes and he bit into me. I let out a soft yell as a flash of pain hit me. His grip on my waist tightened, a sign he was almost finished.

"I have more clients in a few hours." I said, opening my eyes.

"What did I say about having more clients?" He growled.

"I need the money, Jisung. Hannah needs to get better." He licked the wound and pulled away from me.

"I could pay for your sister's treatment."

"I don't like charity, Han. I'd prefer earning my own money. I'd need to pay you back and I don't like owing people."

"You could always be my companion." I laughed. Companion usually meant walking blood bank.

"That's funny, Jisung. I have to go." He nodded and took his phone out. I strapped my small crossbody bag over my shoulder and heard a familiar beep.

"When do you want to meet?"

"I'll tell you when I'm hungry." I laughed at his lame joke and pecked his cheek.

"Thank you." He smiled at me, his cheeks proofing up, making his appearance seem like a squirrel's.

"No problem. Have a safe trip home." I nodded and walked to the door before going out, away from the glowing red eyes.

                                                     ___

Meeting in a dark alleyway was not my ideal place for a job. Alas, my client always preferred that and he gives me money so who am I to say no?

"Sorry, I was busy. Needed to see my sister, plus I met Jisung at the club." I yelled out to the seemingly empty alleyway. It was never empty.

"How is she?" A smooth voice called out. No matter how many times he does this, it still gives me chills.

"She's surviving but barely. The treatment is keeping her alive."

"You could always ask Han or I to turn her."

"You know how I feel about that."

"I also know you go home weak and sometimes pass out from the loss of blood, Aria. If she becomes one of us, you wouldn't have financial problems."

"She's my responsibility, Chris. If she gets turned, whoever turns her needs to check up on her. I don't want to feel like a burden."

"Everything would be easier."

"Does it look like I care, Bang? All I care about is paying her medical bills. Now, are we going to do this or not?"

He came out of the shadows and smirked. He motioned with his head for me to go to him and I rolled my eyes. I've had it with the dramatic flair.

He wore all black with the exception of his hair, which was silver. He was handsome, with a strong jawline, pale skin and beautiful brown eyes.

"Here." He held a white envelope and I grabbed it.

"You're supposed to give me half, and give me the other half when the job's done." He shrugged and turned to the floor.

Am I seeing this correctly? Did I make a vampire shy?

"Is this pity money? I need to do my job."

"No. I just don't feel like feeding."

"You could've texted me instead of making me come over."

"Would you just take the money? I know how important this is for you." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Fine. I'll see you later." I turned around and felt a hand on my wrist.

"Wait." He said softly. I turned to him and he walked closer to me.

"I want to do something. Will you let me?" His eyes seemed to sparkle.

Han and him were my favorite clients. Some clients were absolute slobs, but they were not. They were kind and gentle souls. Unlike most vampires.

I nodded and he leaned towards me. He stopped inches from my face and I felt my cheeks go red. He closed the gap between us as he kissed me.

                                                    ____

"Hannah!" I yelled out as I opened the door to our house. The house was quiet, not even the TV was on. My mind flashed back to the kiss with Chris.

I can't hide it anymore. I like you, Aria.

"Hannah! Are you here?!" I walked through the hallway and into her room.

It seemed untouched, her bed and pictures on the desk were in the same place. I walked out and walked to my room. Everything was in its place. Why do I feel like something's about to happen then?

An ear piercing scream cut through the air and I ran. I was probably stupid to run towards the scream but I kept running. I entered the kitchen and gasped.

A man in black was hovering over my sister. She was on the floor, blood poured out of her neck. The man turned to me, an evil glint in his eyes.

"Whose this, Hannah? Your sister?" The man smiled evilly, blood coating his teeth.

He looked like a monster. Not like Jisung or Chris. I felt myself unable to move, as the man stood up straight.

"Don't touch her." Hannah said weakly. The man walked towards me, and I wanted to run away but my body wasn't complying.

"Her? No, I won't touch her. I already did what I came to do. Goodbye." The man disappeared in front of me. I ran to Hannah and applied pressure to her neck.

"What did that man want? No, nevermind. Don't talk right now. We have to get you to the hospital." I tried pulling her arms but I couldn't move her.

I was weak from Jisung drinking my blood earlier. I rushed to get napkins and put it on her neck. The blood just kept coming and it was making me panic.

"You'll be fine. Hannah. Just hang on, okay? You can't die on me." I felt the waterworks coming.

"I feel fine, Aria. Don't worry about me." All hell broke loose as I cried. I looked at the blood on my hands and cried even more.

"You have to be fine. What will I do without my big sister? I don't think I'll survive on my own, Hannah." She put her hand on my shoulder.

"It'll be fine. Now, I'm going to take a quick nap, ok?" Her eyes began to close. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her.

"What? No. No. Hannah! Don't close your eyes! Hannah!" Her eyes closed and I felt some part of me die.

Hannah was dead and it's the monster's fault. I closed my eyes tightly. It must be a dream, right? I'll wake up any second now.

In the back of my mind I knew this was real. Being with Jisung at the club was real. The kiss with Christopher was real. Everything was real.

I stood up from the floor and walked to my room. I'll deal with her body later. Right now, I need a shower.

                                                     ___

"Aria, wake up!" I let out a groan and turned around. I need sleep to forget that my sister is dead. In my dreams we'll be together.

"Aria! Breakfast will get cold!" I turned around and hugged my pillow. Someone was being rude. Can't they let me sleep.

"Aria Park. Get up right now!" My eyes shot open as a feminine voice called my name. I turned to Hannah on the foot of my bed, looking concerned.

It was a dream then. I imagined everything. I wasn't with Jisung or with Chris and Hannah is not dead. I stood up and smiled.

"Hannah? I had a nightmare. You were there and Jisung and Chris were there too."

"Tell me over breakfast." I pulled the covers off me and frowned. I wore these exact clothes in my dream.

I walked out of my room and followed Hannah to the kitchen. Two plates with eggs, rice, bacon and toast were on the table. I sat down silently, glanced at Hannah.

Something was off about her. Her hair seemed darker and her skin seemed paler. Reality hit me and I ran a hand through my face.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" She looked at me with sad eyes. I gripped my fork tightly, blinking back my sobs.

"You're not like me anymore then? You're like Jisung. I should be happy right?" I took a bite of my egg. Happiness is the opposite of what I felt.

"It's not like I promised mom and dad when they died that I would protect you. That nothing would harm you."

"I know you feel bad, but you won't have to do odd jobs to put food on the table. You won't be a blood bank anymore."

"Just for you? I- I gotta go." I pushed my plate away and walked out the door.

I took off in a sprint, not caring that I left my undead sister in our house. I could not stay there anymore. 

In a couple minutes, I reached the woods. I used to play with Hannah alot here as a child. Tears pricked my eyes at the memory.

"What are you doing here?" I turned around to see Jisung walking towards me.

"Jisung." I said and I let out a curse. I really hated when they popped out of nowhere.

"Aria, are you okay?" I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him as soon as he was within arms reach.

"I-I don't know what to do. I feel really bad. There was this man who broke into our house yesterday. He..." My voice broke and I began sobbing.

"He bit Hannah. She- I thought she died."

"She didn't?" Concern was laced in his voice. I shook my head, tears starting to fall.

"She got turned."

"Isn't that good?" I sighed and groaned, pulling away from him.

"She-I- I made a promise to our parents on their deathbed that I would protect her. I failed. While I was out with Chris, the man attacked her. I should've been there."

"You couldn't do anything. It's not your fault."

"It is. Now, my sister's a monster! Like the man! She's..." I trailed off and widen my eyes. I had screwed up.

"You think we're monsters, then? That explains a lot." I turned to him, his eyes were full of hurt. It hurt me to see him that way.

"The way you always called me a job. Making it seem like I wasn't human." He chuckled bitterly.

"No. Jisung. That's not what I meant."

"I know exactly what you meant." His eyes turned dark. That was bad.

His eyes glowed red and his claws were out. He wouldn't  kill me. He can't. Out of instinct, my hand grabbed a small knife from my pocket.

"You're even afraid of me." His eyes stopped glowing, turning their normal shade of brown. My lips felt dry and my.palms started to sweat.

"Jisung." He shook his head and turned around, walking away. I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Jisung." He went rigid and stopped. I hugged him tighter, afraid he would disappear.

"No, Aria. You're right. I am a monster. So, stay away from me." He pulled me off him.

"Jisung. Look at me." Tears ran down my cheeks, regret eating me.

"Jisung." He turned to me, slowly. His gaze was cold, lifeless. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

I did the only thing I could do that I've been wanting to do ever since I met him. I ran to him and crashed my lips to his.

He pulled away and frowned before shaking his head. I couldn't have broken him, he's stronger than that. He'll bounce back and it'll all be normal again.

"You smell like him." He snarled and walked away from me.

Chris. He smelled Chris.

Just like that all the world's left unsaid disappeared. All it took were four little words for me to crumble.

                                                   ___

I knocked on the white door, waiting for it to open. My mind wandered back to Jisung as I stood outside the white mansion.

Did Jisung really care what I think? I was just human, nothing special. But I have known him for a few years now. That must be why he got hurt.

"Aria?" Chris looked at me quizzically.

"Can I come in?" He nodded and moved aside. I walked into his house and he closed the door.

He must be rich. His couch was leather and the center table looked to be marble. I plopped myself on the couch.

"What's up?"

"Well, I made a mistake. Lots actually. When I got home yesterday, Hannah was hurt. She got bitten by a man who broke into our house. At least I think he broke in, I'm not sure. And I got so mad because she turned. I couldn't even talk to her this morning."

"What did you do?"

"I ran away. Got all the way to the woods and Jisung was there."

"Yeah. You smell like him." He wrinkled his nose and I remembered Chris' kiss.

"Shut up. Anyway, I told him what happened exploded. I call him Hannah and him monsters. I didn't mean it but he got hurt and left."

"You really care about him huh?"

"Is it very obvious? I was pissed over Hannah. Now I think I lost both of them." He hugged me and I pressed my head yo his chest.

"You'll always have me. And Hannah is a vampire now, but she's still your sister."

"I know. But I felt really useless. I promised my parents I would protect her and I didn't. I let the man turn her. I just want to find him and rip his damn eyes out."

"He'll kill you love." He sat on the couch with me.

"I don't care. As long as he dies too." He pulled away from me and his finger grazed my chin, lifting my head to face him.

"Don't say stuff like that. If you died I don't know what I'd do." He leaned towards me and closed the gap between us.

The kiss was short and sweet. I felt guilty kissing two guys knowing I like both of them. I ended the kiss and leaned my head against the couch.

"I don't know what to do. This shouldn't even bother me that much. Ok, sure, Hannah got turned, medical bills got fixed. But, she doesn't have a job, at least this pays for food. And don't even get me started on Jisung." I closed my eyes, feeling drained.

"Relax, Aria. I could help you. My mom's one of the top models of Korea, so I'm loaded." He joked and I let out a weak chuckle.

"No. But, will you let me stay here for a while? I really don't want to face my sister right now."

"You can stay here whenever you'd llike.You can stay in any guest room you want."

"Great. Let me take a short nap on your couch. I'm digging the leather." I took a deep breath and let sleep consume me.

                                                       ___ 

 "Aria, wake up." A male voice said from far away but I just turned around.

"Aria, I brought a friend." My eyes fluttered open to see Chris smiling at me. I stood up and stretched, trying to ignore Chris eyeing me up and down.

"Where is your friend?" I asked, cracking my neck.

"He's in the bathroom. C'mon." I raised my eyebrows at him but followed him. He opened the door and I turned to him.

"Why would your friend be- whaaaa!" He pushed me lightly into the room and closed the door.

"Chan Christopher Bang! When I get out of here I will grab some mistletoe and shove it up your ass!" On the other side of the door I heard him chuckle.

"Laugh while you can, Bang. You won't live to see the light of day!" I turned around and my breath hitched.

Han Jisung was staring at me amused, eyes red. He must've been crying. Even when crying he still looks cute. Ugh, don't distract yourself from your goal; killing Chris.

"Ok, Chris is definitely dead. I will kill him painfully and slowly when I get out!"

"Do you need help? He invited me to play Fifa a few minutes ago so I came and he locked me here."

"You can bury the body." I joked and he smiled slightly. Then I realized how bad the situation was.

I was standing in a huge restroom with one of my crushes, unable to get out because my other crush locked us in. Fantastic.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into Chris. I really really messed up. You're important to me and I wasn't thinking. I ended up causing more harm than good and it's the man's fault. Since, now my sister is going to drain all my blood and- mmmmph." I stopped in my tracks as Jisung's lips crashed into mine.

"You talk too much." He pulled away and I just stared at him, moving my lips like a goldfish. My brain short circuited as I just stood there.

"You're not mad?"

"I was at first. But then, Chris called me and I spend an hour listening to him. I realized that I care for you too and I'm sorry for overreacting." I smiled at him brightly and laughed.

Why was I laughing? I did not know. Maybe I was finally crazy after spending time with vampires. Maybe I really adored both Jisung for being in the bathroom, and Chan for locking me in here.

"Go out with me?" He asked, walking towards me and I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and I hugged him back.

"I'm still killing Chris." I said and he let out a laugh.

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I knocked on my house door, feeling nervous. Was she mad at me for leaving her almost all day? She must feel so alone now that she's a vampire. Maybe I should introduce her to Jisung and Chris.

The door opened and out came my sister. I opened my mouth to speak but she grabbed my and pulled me into a hug.

"Don't scare me like that again. I didn't know where you went." She pulled away and I closed my mouth.

"Sorry for leaving. I was just shocked, still am. How do you feel? Hungry?" She shook her head and I walked inside the house.

"I ate some food from the fridge. Should we call the hospital about my medical bills?" I nodded and took my cellphone out.

"We should say it was something you drank. Or a vaccine they put you." I said as I dialed the hospital's number.

"Hello? This is St. Adam's Hospital." The receptionist said from the other line.

"Yeah. I'm Aria Park, calling about Hannah Park and her medical bills."

"What's the patient's ID number?"

"4469."

"Do you need help knowing how much you owe? Or how many treatments there are left?"

"Both."

"You need one more treatment and it would cost about $200." I winced at the amount. That would be at least two more blood transactions from me if she were human.

"Alright. I'd like to cancel everything. The last vaccine did the trick."

"We still need to check to make sure everything is in order. You need to make an appointment for that." I sighed but nodded, as if the woman could see me.

"When is the earliest?"

"Tomorrow at ten. Is that alright?"

"Yeah that's fine. If she doesn't need treatment can you cancel everything?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for contacting us. Good day."

The line went dead and I pocketed my phone. I turned to my sister and smiled at her. She smiled back, fangs visible.

"Since you're all better, you should get a job." I joked and she pushed me playfully.

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"Guess who just got a job!" Hannah bounced around the living room. I lifted my gaze from my phone to her.

"You got a job? Where?"

"Well, at the hospital."

"What?"

"Yeah. Shift starts in a few hours. Do you mind being alone for a few?"

"Nah. Jisung might be down to hang out."

"You mean your new boyfriend?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"He's not my boyfriend yet. He barely asked me yesterday. We're going with the flow. Anyway, how did they give you the job so fast?"

"I used some of my compelling skills for it." I clicked my tongue and put my phone in my pocket.

"No, really. How did you get a job so fast." She glared at me and I frowned.

"If someone catches you, Hunter's might come, Hannah."

"I know. I was careful. It was only one time."

"It better be."

"It will. Anyway, don't you have better things to do than nag me? Maybe go out with Jisung?" I chuckled.

"Nope. Since my sister came back to life, I'm dedicating all my life to protect her." I partially joked.

"You should get a life."

"Says the one whose dead." I laughed and turned my attention back to my phone. I quickly asked Jisung a question and clicked send.

Jisung, do you want to hang out. You can meet my sister

I turned to my sister and smiled at her. Maybe it would be nice for them to meet. I have been gushing about him to here for a while now.

"Do you want to meet Jisung?" She nodded and my phone beeped.

Be there in five. 🐿

                                                    ___

I turned the TV on and checked what was on. My sister was next to me, a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Jisung was on my other side, with his arms around me. I kept changing channels until I stopped at Channel 5.

"Breaking news. A man was found murdered a few blocks from the Metropolitan Library. According to the FBI. He was a mass murder, murdering innocent women all over the globe."

The screen flashed black with a warning that said warned viewers of the grotesque scenes and a picture of a man came up.

There was a huge slash on his neck with dried blood around it and a few cuts on his body. All that was visible was a mop of black hair and pale skin. His face was blurred out.

"That's him." My sister stood up, spilling the popcorn on the floor.

"Him who?"

"The man that turned me. He's dead." I sighed and rubbed a hand through my face. Jisung's grip on me tightened and I leaned towards him.

"Let's go to Julia for the weather report." The anchor woman said as the screen turned into a map.

"At least he won't be terrorizing more people." I grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

"When does your shift start?"

"In thirty minutes. I gotta go guys, have fun. But, not too much." Hannah turned to me and winked. I felt my cheeks heat up as she stood up.

"Have fun." I called out as she walked out the door. I turned to Jisung and he smiled at me.

"What do you wanna do? You wanna feed?" I asked him. He shook his head and kissed my cheek.

"Let's watch a movie." I grabbed the remote and clicked on Netflix.

"Which movie? Or do you want to watch a show?" I scrolled down, watching movie titles.

"I don't know yet. But, I'll watch whatever you want to watch." He kissed my cheek again and I clicked on Teen Wolf.

My phone beeped and I turned to my phone. Chris had texted me. I quickly sent him a message and put my phone in my pocket.

"I have work, Ji. It'll be quick so we can watch Netflix." I stood up and he just stared at me.

"What's with the stare?" I asked.

"You called me, Ji."

"Was I not supposed to?" I grabbed my crossbody bag and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You've never called me Ji before."

"Get used to it. You can call me Ari. Or just stick with Aria, either way I don't mind. But, I have to go. See you in a bit."

"Wait, do you want a ride?" I gave him a puzzled look.

"You don't drive, Jisung."

"But I can run really fast, Ari. We'll get there in seconds." The way he said Ari made me happy.

"Ok. Do you know Chris' address?" He frowned and shook his head.

"Ok  then. Let's go." I turned the TV off and walked out the door.

"Hop on." Jisung knelt down and I laughed.

"You're going all Twilight on me."

"Yep. So, hop on." I rolled my eyes but jumped on his back.

"You should eat more, you barely weight anything." I hit his head playfully.

"It's because of your hellish strength. Anyway, Chris' house is near St. Adam's Hospital."

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Jisung stopped outside Chris' mansion and I got off him.

"Well, spider monkey, let's not do that again. I felt like barfing halfway." I said as I walked to Chris's door and knocked.

"Hey." Chris said as the door opened. He smiled brightly at me.

"Yo. Ji, can you wait for me in the living room? I don't like when people watch." He nodded as Chris let us in.

"Ok. We'll be back." I walked to Chris' bedroom with him in tow. I closed the door behind me and turned to Chris.

"Hey." I sat on his bed and smiled at him.

"Hey." He walked to me and took his phone out. He clicked buttons and put his phone in his pocket.

He leaned towards me and I held my arm out. He looked at my arm, then at me.

"Do you mind biting my wrist this time?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Not at all." He said as he grabbed my arm and bit it.

I let out a yell as he drank from me. He pulled away and licked my wound.

"Is he treating you well?" I nodded and he took his phone out to send me money.

"Yeah. He's great." My phone beeped and he put his phone in his pocket again.

"Good."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on."

"It's fine. Even if I really like you, I don't want to lose our friendship."

"I don't want to lose it either."

"If you ever need me, I'm here. As a friend or anything more. Although I will destroy Jisung if he hurts you." I let out a laugh and smiled.

"He won't. I'll see you around." I stood up and walked to the door.

"Yeah. Have a safe trip home." I nodded and both of us walked out the door.

"Let's go, Ji. See you later, Chris." I opened Chris' front door and walked out the door.

"Hop on."Jiisung knelt down as soon as I closed the door. I chuckled and hopped on his back again.

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My phone beeped and I took my phone out as soon as we got home. My sister sent me a message and I groaned.

"We have to go to the hospital. They're giving Hannah some tests to make sure she's healthy."

"Alright." Jisung knelt down again and I hopped on his back once more before he started running.

We got to the hospital quickly and I opened the door to the hospital. The smell of alchohol and cotton balls made me want to immediately leave. I never liked hospitals.

"What room is Hannah Park in?" I asked the receptionist at the counter.

"Room 456." She said smiling.

"Thank you." I said as I walked through a hallway.

"Hey, you!" I announced as soon as I passed the door to Hannah's room. She was in a hospital bed with a doctor next to her.

"Aria." She said as I walked towards her.

"Hello, I'm Aria Park. Her sister. How is she?" I asked the doctor.

"Somehow she's healthy. It might have been the last vaccine we gave her. She's free to leave but please give her lots of electrolytes to hydrate herself. If she feels worse, bring her back."

"Of course. Thank you doctor." I turned to her and smiled brightly.

"The amount due for the medical procedures will be canceled within the next twenty four hours." The doctor said and I nodded.

"Thank you doctor."

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"You know I really thought I would be forever trying to pay Hannah's bills." I said, laying my head on Jisung's chest.

"You worry too much." He kissed my temple and I sighed.

"I guess I worry a bit. You know, I never really thought you and I would become a thing. I always thought I would always be just a blood source for you."

"You thought wrong. I never told you because I thought you would always look at me as a monster."

"I'm sorry again, for what happened two days ago. But hey, at least you're here with me. And that's all that matters." Jisung turned to me, a sultry look on his face.

He put his hands on my waist and pushed me lightly so that my head was near the armrest of the couch. He climbed on top of me and grabbed my hands, placing them over my head. His hands kept mine in place as he smirked. He looked hot like this

"What's my name?" He growled, eyes flashing. Vampires loved dramatic flair. Not that I minded, it was enjoyable. I rolled my eyes and raised my head to kiss his nose.

"Jisung."

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A/N: Request from @notyoursneverwas-post. Enjoy, my lovelies! ♥

Words: 2222 Warnings: very brief mentions of rape and drugging, fluff, ghost!Thomas

Breathing in the English countryside air deeply to gather courage, you nodded to yourself. Campus life… so this was where it would start. Suitcases in hand, you approached the vast mansion in front of you, based only a few walking minutes away from your university in the North of England. You had enrolled for paranormal studies, making the residence they had suggested for your stay all the more interesting and fascinating. Allerdale Hall used to be in the possession of an English baronet from the early 1900s and old newspaper articles—reports of murder and homicide—and stories the partially still suspicious and cautious habitants in the city told suggested the place was haunted. It was perfect. And when your friends had asked you if you were scared to even set a foot in here, you had declined with a smile. Ghosts were not always evil and even if they were, if only you could help them find their peace, they would not try and harm you, regardless of what they had been through in life.

You made new friends quickly during your first week, your eyes constantly darting around to find any signs of paranormal occurrences but thus far, no luck. For the time being, the only eerie thing was the two young men studying law. They lived on the same floor as you and had not just once made slight innuendos and given you compliments—slimy compliments women like you rolled their eyes at.

Tonight was the last night before your first semester would officially start. Some other students living on the ground floor were throwing a party with lots of alcohol and dancing before the serious studying period would begin. You had been invited too. Together with one of your new friends, Clara was her name, you spent a fun night in the cellar of the mansion surrounded by loud music, drunk students and a good mood. And it really was fun. It was fun right until the two young men sat down with you two, chatting relentlessly and even offering to buy you two drinks.

You were a little tipsy already, making them just a little more bearable than usual. Still, you said nothing when one of them, George, handed you another drink from the bar. You brought your lips to it silently.

“Don’t drink that.” Somebody whispered into your ear with a start. You flinched, turning around in a heartbeat. There was no one there. Frowning, you leaned over the sofa to see if the culprit was hiding behind it but there was no one in sight. Shrugging, you brought the glass to your lips once more, still not having taken a single sip.

“Don’t!” The voice spoke again, stricter and louder this time. It was smooth. British. Seducing and so gentle… surely, it did not belong to any of the young male students at the party. Surely none of them would make it feel like there was an invisible presence gently tugging at your arm to put the glass down. With your eyes wide open, you let it happen.

“Hey, George and Mike want to take us to a lake nearby. Are you coming?” Clara shouted.

“No. Don’t go with them.” The voice whispered again quietly. You feared what would happen if you simply ignored it and yet… it was right. You didn’t trust the young men. God knew what would happen if you joined them, all alone in the dark. So you shook your head.

“No, actually... I think I’m going to bed now, I’m rather tired and we have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Okay. Well, you know where to find us if you change your mind.”

The thought flashed through your mind briefly. Should you stop her? Follow them to make sure she would be alright?

“No. Stay here. You’re going to put yourself in danger if you do.”

That sounded reasonable. Shaking your head, you pushed the idea of being so drunk you heard voices already to the back of your mind. Were you imagining it after all? You were either losing your mind or… or you were taking advice from a ghost. But… could it be?

Swallowing, you stood and watched, uneasily, how your new friend disappeared with the men and then headed upstairs and into your room where you quickly changed into more comfortable clothes, brushed your teeth and then snuggled into the covers. You became sleepy soon enough, ready to drift off to dreamland.

It was about an hour later, around midnight, when you suddenly felt someone brushing your cheek with their knuckles tenderly. You ripped your eyes open immediately, facing nothing but darkness. The mattress... had it… shifted? It felt like somebody was sitting on it with you. Terrified, you held your breath. Someone was there. Someone was breathing. Was it one of the men? George or Mike? Had they come back? You were sure by now that the voice, whomever it belonged to, had saved you from getting drugged and raped by them tonight.

“Don’t be afraid. I will not hurt you.” It was him. Your lips parted. Still paralysed, you sat up a little. Perhaps you had lied to your friends. You were a little afraid of ghosts after all.

“Who... are you?” You could tell he was smiling in response without even seeing him.

“Why don’t you switch on your lights first, darling? It might ease you a little bit.” Swallowing thickly, you nodded, did as you were told and reached for the lamp on your nightstand. Within the fraction of a second, the room was dimly illuminated, revealing the most attractive man you had ever laid your eyes upon sitting on your bed. Blue eyes, black hair, high cheekbones and a jawline to die for. He was just your type and seemingly, a few years older than you too. Perhaps… a lot older. You had to ask.

“Are you... a ghost?”

The stranger nodded. “That I am, I’m afraid. But I will not harm you, you have my word.”

“I...believe you.” And you did. “The men tonight... they spiked my drink, didn’t they?”

He nodded, disgusted. “They meant to drug you to make you compliant. They would have ravished you had I not intervened.” Ravished you. Though the sheer thought of it was terrifying, the old-fashioned word spoken from his mouth sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

“You saved me. Thank you.” And you meant it. Genuinely.

The stranger nodded. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). I’m (Y/N)…”

“(Y/N),” he repeated slowly, almost as if he was tasting the sound of your name on his tongue. “My name is Sir Thomas Sharpe. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

It was then your heart skipped a beat. That name was oddly familiar. Pondering, you rummaged your mind to figure out where you had heard it before. Then, suddenly, it came to you.

“Thomas Sharpe? You... you are the baronet. This mansion, it belongs to you!” He really was old. He was from an entirely different time period.

“A long time ago it did.” He paused and started to smile gently. “You are really not afraid?”

You shook your head, soon convinced you had indeed lost your fear.

“No… I study parapsychology. But I’ve never, you know…”

“…seen a ghost?” He finished your sentence compassionately, making you nod once more.

“Why did you help me? Why did you protect me?”

His charming smile returned. “That is why I came to visit you here. If you allow me, I would like to find out.”

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For the next couple of weeks, Thomas came to visit you every single evening. He would help you with your studies, chat about all and sundry, listen to you telling him about your life and he would, with hurt and pain in his stunning blue eyes, tell you the story of how he had found his bitter end in the house he had grown up in. You knew all the details. Lucille, Edith, the wives, the sexual relationship with his sister, the murders and lastly… lastly how he had been killed for finding true love.

Thomas was wonderful, a true gentleman. The man you had always read about in books but never thought existed. He did. And at the same time, he did not. Sometimes he would stay so long you were tired and worn out the next day, so he would insist on you going to bed. He would stay and speak to you until you fell asleep and he would, unbeknownst to anyone else, be with you all day to make sure you were alright without taking your privacy from you. It was almost like he had become your ghostly boyfriend—even though you had never even kissed, yet.

But as time went on, you began to notice slight changes about him. Thomas had always been a little transparent, his touches cool and otherworldly. Last night, however, when he had stroked your arm and bid you goodnight, his palm was warm. When you were ready to switch off the lights, he was no longer transparent either, and you could feel his body heat when he sat next to you—and even though the thought of it made you restless, it was so comfortable you fell asleep within mere minutes.

It was rainy the next day. You had only had a lecture in the morning, leaving you enough free time to do some research in the library. You were dying to learn what was happening to Thomas. Why he was changing. Was it possible he was, after decades of haunting Allerdale Hall all alone, finally ready to leave this world and find his peace? And why did your heart ache at the very thought of it? If anyone deserved that, it was him and still… you did not want him to leave you. You… had fallen in love with him. A ghost! You had fallen in love with a ghost.

When you returned to your room in the evening to meet Thomas waiting for you already, you smiled. Now that he was no longer transparent, you had a chance to properly admire his clothes. Old-fashioned and yet both elegant and humble… you liked it.

In the meantime, the weather outside had intensified. A thunderstorm was crawling nearer and nearer, darkening the already grey rainclouds in the sky. You shivered. If there was one thing you detested, it was thunderstorms.

“How was your day?” Thomas inquired when you took off your coat and shoes and approached him for a tight hug. His now warm lips brushed against your neck in the process, making your heart skip a beat. You wondered… did he feel the same? Or did he mean to be with you simply because he felt the need to protect you? He was a ghost, after all. Dead, with no heartbeat. Would he take interest in someone… well, alive?

“It was okay. I spent the afternoon studying in the library.” Exhausted from staring at ancient books all day long, you were now more than ready to go to bed, especially since you could find out little to nothing about Thomas’ odd condition. And until you had gathered more information and evidence on whatever was going on, you would not tell him.

Sighing, you stripped until Thomas had a wicked sight of your naked back once you removed your bra and then quickly changed into your pyjamas. It was an oversized, long t-shirt, really, perfect for losing the rest of your underwear after putting it on. Then, you slipped under the covers of your bed, smiling up at him in the process. It was your silent invitation for him to join you and sit on the bed.

Just in that moment, a loud thunder rumbled through the air outside, making you flinch and gasp.

“It’s just the thunderstorm, my love.” He said when he sat down, reaching for your hand to stroke it calmingly. You shook your head frantically.

“I hate thunderstorms. I know, it’s silly but… when I was a child, I…” Another thunder, even louder this time. A panicked squeal escaped your lips, causing Thomas to shush you.

“It’s alright… I’m here with you, I promise nothing will happen to you.”

“Can you… can you come closer, please?” Thomas hesitated for a moment, pressing his lips together to a thin line. But then he nodded and obliged. Carefully, he lifted the covers and got in bed with you, realising only the fraction of a second later how amazing it felt to be so close to you.

His arm came up to wrap around your body and pull you close, your cheek against his warm chest. You felt yourself heating up, the butterflies in your belly dancing. This was wonderful. Perhaps… perhaps there should be thunderstorms more often.

Your eyes fell shut when he began to tenderly stroke your upper arm with his long fingers, eliciting goose bumps wherever they touched you. You inched even closer to him, creating as much body contact as possible. When you heard the next thunder seething through the sky, you did not flinch anymore, making Thomas smile.

Your focus was on something else entirely. A quiet, rhythmic and dull throbbing, lulling you straight to sleep. Your lips parted when you realised. It was a heartbeat.

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 20)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2908

Warnings: Language

Song: This Feeling - The Chainsmokers

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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“That’s it, listen to the sound of my voice,” you cooed as you and Loki sat cross-legged on the rug, trying to meditate. “Try to remember the first memory of Thor. Your first truly happy memory.” 

“When I stabbed him after pretending to be a snake?” he asked, his eyes closed as he smirked.

“No, I mean more of a time you two were equals. Fighting side by side. Perhaps he covered for you when you stole a cake at a feast?” you tried. 

Loki kept his eyes closed, trying to remember. “Nothing. Y/N, I am getting nothing,” he finally said, sighing and opening his eyes. He got to his feet. “This isn’t working. We’ve been at this for two weeks.”

“And giving up will not help. It’s not like we have much of anything else to do,” you said, gesturing around. 

Loki got closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “I could think of a thing or two we could do instead of this,” he said in a low voice.

You smiled at him but put your hands on his chest. “While that is fun, it isn’t exactly helpful, is it?” 

“I don’t know, a jarring bed helps clear the mind,” he said, bending down and biting your ear, making you laugh. 

“Are you two done?” Tony’s voice suddenly asked, irritated. 

You jumped away from Loki, startled. Loki simply glared at Tony and left the room, trying to get to the other side of the apartment where he wouldn’t be seen. 

“Tony,” you greeted as kindly as you could, surprised to see him. 

“Just checking in. Need anything?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. 

“Don’t suppose my freedom is an option?” you joked. 

“No, it’s not. If I have it my way you’ll never know what sunlight looks like again,” he promised. “Anyway, need anything? A book? Paper? Toiletries?” He began walking around the outside of the cell, probably examining it for any tampering. 

“A notebook and some pencils and pens would be nice,” you tried in a meek voice. 

“I can arrange that,” he simply said. “Anything else?” 

“How is Shannon?” you blurted out, desperate to know about her.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care about her wellbeing?” he questioned, irritated. “She’s fine, no thanks to you.”

“Is she… does she ask about me?” you wondered, stepping closer to the glass. 

“Nope. Not once,” he said, satisfaction flashing across his face at the sign of your pain. 

You nodded. “That’s fair. Could you tell her… that I miss her?”

“As a matter of fact, I can’t. I won’t tell her about you at all, unless she asks,” Tony informed, his hands behind his back, gloating. “I’ll do my damndest to make sure she forgets you’re 100 stories below ground…” 

Your eyes drifted to the floor. “Tony, I’m sorry,” you said, so much emotion in your voice, but remorse ringing the most. “I… I didn’t want to hurt you or her.”

“Just collateral damage for Reindeer Games, huh?” he asked, gesturing vaguely behind you. “You know, I never pegged you for a woman to lose her head over a guy, but I guess I was wrong,” Tony said, shrugging, frowning at you. 

“I didn’t lose my head… I fell in love,” you answered simply.

“Yeah, with possibly the most crazy and vindictive prick I’ve ever met,” Tony retorted. “The people we fall in love with shows a lot about our own character, Y/N/N.”

Your eyes flashed to him. “Yeah, you need to remind Shannon of that,” you said pointedly as you eyed him up and down. 

“I will, because.. You know, I’m free and all, and not a criminal, and I can see her every day.” He flashed you a smile and started to walk away. “Paper and pens, got it. You’ll get it sometime in the next month,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away. 

Even watching Tony walk away from you hurt like hell. In a split second, Loki’s hands were on your shoulders, comforting you before you turned and wept into his chest as he held you.

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Loki woke in a pool of cold sweat, sitting straight up. He made no noise other than a slight gasp. 

“Darling?” you asked as you sat up with him. “Are you alright?” 

He shook his head. “I had a nightmare. Thanos found us… He came for you… And he… He killed…” He broke off, staring at you with wild eyes before grabbing at you and gripping you tight before crying. You let him sob, get all of his fear and grief out. 

“It’s okay, he can’t get to us. I’ll protect you,” you vowed as you soothingly stroked his back. 

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In the following weeks, you worked more and more with Loki. You tried to get him to remember good things. To remember that he and Thor were equals. Slowly, he was coming out of it. The brainwashing was slowly washing away. The cruelty of this Loki was ebbing away to the gentle, clever, and sweet Loki you knew and loved. 

You’d asked for the paper to write Shannon a letter. You wrote on it every day, adding to it, elaborating. You were explaining your life just before the fall, up until the day you were put in this prison. The brainwashing, the torture, the ultimatum, the reasons behind all of your actions. You would hope she would read it and understand. 

By now, it was over twenty pages long. It detailed why you jumped. It detailed that you fell in love with Loki a month before the fall. You explained the good side of him. The side that Earth never saw, and probably never would. The side only his family knew. You explained how Loki had been berated and ridiculed by people closest to him. In your short time there you’d seen it. The warriors teased him constantly. Odin hardly let him talk. The only real good in his life was Frigga. 

You explained that while you were with Loki in the library, riding, in the forest, on the training field, he wasn’t this evil monster that was filled with jealousy and hate. He was just a man, wanting to be seen as the equal he deserved. And you saw him as that, as an equal. Your equal, Thor’s equal. Any one with a good heart, he was their equal.

You jumped, because you were in love with a man that truly understood you. A man that knew what it was like to be overlooked. A man that could make you laugh. A man that got lost in your voice as you went on and on about physics. A man that seemed to take great joy in your fascination with magic. 

Then you fell deeper in love when he selflessly took the brunt of the torture and manipulation just so you would be left unharmed. When you begged him to let you take it, he refused. 

He risked everything by letting you go to Shannon and apologize. He knew he was risking his own life if you all should fail, but so long as you were happy, what did it matter? 

This was the side you wrote about in your letters.

Then you went on to explain just how awful it was living under Thanos’s rule. How he treated you almost like a daughter -- fitting, that a man who wanted to ruin the universe would see himself in you. Not your foster parents, not Frigga and Odin, not Diane and Tom -- no, the most sociopathic man you’d ever met, decided to spare you, take pity on you, and take you under his wing as if you were his daughter. 

You told her all about Thanos, at least what you knew. You knew he was homicidal and uncaring. You weren’t sure about his overall plan, at all. All you knew was your instructions and that was it. 

The letter explained why you could do the horrible things you could do to her. How even though it ripped a hole in your heart, that stabbing her in the leg was far better than Loki, you, Tony, the Avengers, and everyone else - dying. Collateral damage, to ensure that you and Loki ruled Earth, and that ultimately those you loved stayed safe. 

Loki’s motivations might have been slightly… different than your own, but both of you knew, both of you were aware just how much was at stake if you lost. That’s why all sentiment had to be lost.

And yet, you still could not do it. You could not fight Tony with the intent to hurt. You couldn’t fight Shannon with the intent to kill. 

But most importantly, the letters told Shannon how much you loved her more than anything in this world. No amount of brainwashing, or threats could make you forget how much she meant to you. The letters said how sorry you were, and that you did all of this, just to save her. If you failed at everything else, at least you were able to save the people you loved from that murderous being in space… for now. And that was all that mattered -- that they were safe. 

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Tony arrived for his biweekly check up. It was his fourth visit in total, meaning eight weeks had passed since you’d been put in this upscale prison cell. By now you were used to the fact that Tony, and anyone else with access to JARVIS could see what you were doing at all times. 

But you didn’t care. What were they going to hear? You writing? Loki reading? The two of you sleeping? That had to be enthralling for the viewers… 

“Need anything?” he greeted. Clearly his utter contempt for you and Loki had not subsided. Loki never spoke to Tony, nor Tony to him. 

“Could we have five more books?” you asked, at this point you hated sounding like a begging child for scraps. 

“Sure. Any particular ones?” Tony asked. 

You held up a list. 

He rolled his eyes. “Read it to JARVIS later and I’ll get it. Anything else?”

“Could we have a handful of things so we can cook? It would be nice to have some variety for down here or if we get hungry at midnight?” 

Tony thought for a moment. “Give me two fruits you want stocked, and give me some ingredients for some recipes and I’ll see what I can do.” 

“Thanks.”

“That it?” he questioned, nearly through with his walk through of checking for tampering. 

“Uh, no…” You used your powers of concealment and showed him the bundle of letters. “Could you take these to Shannon?”

He looked at the letters for a second too long, then looked up at you and told you a flat, “No.”

He already began to turn and walk out of the room. 

“No? Tony! Wait, what the hell? Don’t I deserve to know why?” you asked, frantic. 

He spun back to face you, rage evident in his expression, making you take a few steps back from the glass. 

“No! No you really don’t deserve to know anything about Shannon! She doesn’t deserve this shit. So no, I won’t give her your letters.”

“Fine! You selfish ass,” you said, angry at him for refusing to deliver the letters. 

He took several more strides toward the glass wall until he was right next to it. “Selfish? I’m selfish? I’m only thinking about her. If I give these to her, they’ll break her. I’m not doing that. I am not watching her go through that.”

“You have no idea what’s in them,” you argued evenly. 

“Doesn’t matter. If they somehow magically explain that it wasn’t all your fault, she’ll feel guilty and want to free you -- which we can’t do. If it’s more blind resentment towards her, or me, or anyone else, it’ll just crush her. So either way, it’s a lose-lose.”

On that, he spun and left before you could beg further. 

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Another four weeks slipped by, and still, nothing from Shannon. When you asked Tony about her, he simply said, “She’s fine.” That was all he would ever say to you. No matter what you asked him, when you asked him, that was his only response. 

Part of you wondered why she never came down here herself. Did she really hate you that much? Why couldn’t she just listen to you? 

Other than Tony’s visits, and the occasional food and goods drop from one of his workers, you were entirely alone with Loki. Which, in many odd ways, was good. The two of you hardly had much alone time when you were on Asgard, and never alone unless it was night in that godforsaken hut you lived in on Sanctuary (a name unbefitting the elements, mind you). Then, the plot to take over Earth took place and you barely saw him.

Now, now that you two had no freedom, and were bound together in here, you got to know each other even more. It was like domestic bliss on house arrest. Not ideal, but at any rate, it got you some time to fall more in love. 

And it granted you more time to get that brainwashed bullshit out of his head. Each day was a small step closer to victory for you, and for him. He slowly came up out of the cruel, wild, mess of a man he’d been turned into and was slowly turning back into your Loki. 

If your fate was to be left in a cell with this man for the rest of your life, then so be it. There were fates much worse than this. In fact, this wasn’t bad at all. It was almost like Heaven -- save for lack of freedom, friends or family, at least you had him.

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Tony returned for another visit, and asked if you needed anything. It was at this time that Shannon, nearly one-hundred-fifty stories above you, asked JARVIS where he was.

“JARVIS, where is Tony?” she wondered idly as she worked on soldering a motherboard. 

“I believe he is at Mr. Loki and Ms. Y/N’s holding cell,” the AI informed. 

Shannon stood straight up. “He--what?” she asked, perplexed. “Show me.”

On command, JARVIS turned on the video of your holding cell, the outside camera where Tony stood.

“Okay, you want a board game?” Tony asked, confused and Shannon looked on. The tiniest of smiles played at Shannon‘s lips. Of course you would want a board game. That’s typical. And of course Tony would think it was an odd request. 

But then the reality of the situation hit her. Why was Tony even down there? How long had he been going down there? What was he doing? 

“Yeah, Monopoly. It’s fun and it’ll take up some of our time,” you tried with a shrug.

“I don’t think a game about owning and domination and money is best for the Wannabe King,” Tony remarked. 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, Twister.”

“Hell no. That is basically foreplay, and I’m not watching that unfold on my surveillance.” 

Again, you rolled your eyes. “Fine, then what do you suggest?” 

“Checkers?” 

“God, you’re so boring,” you said with a slight laugh. “Please, Tony? Something for entertainment other than books and writing?” 

“I’ll see about getting you some family friendly, non-dictator-y games,” he promised. “Anything else?”

Your powers of concealment kicked in again as you revealed the large stack of letters. “Give these to Shannon?” you requested in a soft, desperate voice.

“No,” he firmly said again. This was the third time he’d denied you. 

“Tony. Please. Don’t you think she should be able to make the decision for herself? Let her read them. If she still hates me, fine, if she doesn’t then…”

“Then I have to pick up the pieces when you choose that Asgardian asshole over her, again,” he stressed, pointing to Loki who was standing in the kitchen. You turned back to look at him for a moment before sighing. 

“That won’t happen.”

“And what guarantee do I have?” he asked, as if your promise were absurd.

“I’m locked in a fucking cell, Tony. What could I possibly do to her? I don’t get to see her. The letter isn’t malicious. Read it if you fucking want, I don’t care. I don’t care if you publish it in the New York Times, just make sure she reads it!” you begged. 

“No,” he said again in a low firm voice, his hand making a cutting motion in the air. “And if you ask me about it again, I will go in there and burn them.” He turned abruptly and started to storm out.

“Tony… Tony! Tony!” you shouted after him, putting the letters on the glass. “Please!” 

But he wouldn’t respond to your pleas. He left the same doors he always did, and they slid shut behind him. 

His rejection, turned into pain, and your pain, turned to rage. You used your dark energy to pick every piece of furniture up and throw it, screaming as you did so. 

All the while, Shannon watched it unfold. 

Moments later, the elevator opened to the lab, where a happy Tony stepped out and walked over to Shannon. 

“Hi, dear,” he greeted sweetly. He was about to kiss her when she pulled back, revealing the video footage she’d been watching. His eyes went from the video to her, panic in his eyes.

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[mermaidmafia-official]

{PART III: SLEEPING EVIL}

written by: @interluxetumbra

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[VAMPIRES PETS DO NOT MAKE]

The Mistress spent three days locked in the bathroom humming, splashing, and soaking in whatever amount of blood she had drained from the former Mr. Maminot, before consuming both the blood and petals from the flowers Sabine had brought to her. She left the bathroom in an absolute chaotic mess of bones, discarded gore, and flower stems, but emerged from the bath looking anew - her hair now had an incredible luster, her skin no longer appearing waxy from her years of sleep, and her eyes brighter now that she had been properly fed. Amare announced she felt prepared to unveil herself to the Bloodmother, however Sabine hastily tried to convince her otherwise.

Mistress was unarguably vexed about being kept in her rooms for a little while longer, but her bathing sojourn had given Sabine time to think about approaching the coven's senior members to explain that Amare had woken up to smooth the way, but Sabine was also partial to the small sense of self-importance due to Amare's dependency on her assistance. A few days turned into a couple weeks as Sabine scrubbed bloody footprints off the flooring, took extra precautions to avoid drawing attention to Amare's rooms and herself by not increasing food and blood orders (causing the Mistress to, surprisingly, sulk), and attending to the Mistress's needs as best she could (turns around the room most oft requested, Amare clinging to Sabine's arm despite the strength she undoubtedly possessed once again)... yet filling a porcelain basin with blood and flowers for Amare to soak her fingers and hair in would only last so long. 

Sabine had to explain to panicking florists about the reduction in her weekly orders, all the while fielding questions from the Mistress about things that had happened in the last century and the cause of the coven's relocation. Still, Sabine was able to keep the Mistress and her radiant attention upon herself and herself alone for a little while. However, in the constantness of her questions and requests, Amare was able to niggle out of Sabine the most recent events of the house concerning Poppy and the event of Lord Greggor's party.

The Mistress wouldn't hear of herself *not* going, not when such a grand opportunity of reemergence presented itself so prettily to her, wrapped quite nicely in a gossipy bow by Sabine herself under the effects of Amare's compulsion.

[SOL PUTS ON HIS DIADEM OF MYRIAD RAYS]

Amare admired Sabine's level of obsession and dedication in her attempts to keep her locked up - a girl after her own shriveled heart - but enough was enough. As soon as Sabine told her of the party the coven would be attending, she could no longer pretend to resist Sabine's efforts. Amare did not particularly like Lord Greggor (she supposed no one truly did), but he did throw some of the best parties she had ever been too. At least since the Renaissance.

Luckily, Sabine was one of the most organized servants Amare had come across and was easily persuaded to divine a costume for the revelries - the girl had sorted everything by colour, century, and style which was very impressive to Amare and only took mere minutes for her to tear through everything in search of the necessary pieces, resulting in heaping piles of garments and accessories about the rooms and more work for Sabine.

Costume fully assembled, Amare waved away Sabine's concerns as they watched from the window as the others gathered in the garden - Granny Zhang, Zammourad, Angelika, darling Poppy, the Bloodmother, and two women she did not recognize.

"Nessa - is the one with the dark hair," began Sabine, "and-"

"And the Celtic waif clutching Mother's arm like a mewling quim?" Amare asked sweetly, eyes narrowing on the flaming redhead sporting fluttering wings. She knew this scene far too well.

Sabine cleared her throat. "Amaelia, or Lia I suppose she prefers to be called. The Bloodmother's new-"

"Trite little strumpet?"

"I-I was going to say, ehm, lover, but-but yes that-that ... too ... I guess?"

Amare snorted derisively. She should have known Mother would have taken a new interest without her to guard against unseen parties trying to nose their ways into the coven through the Bloodmother's giving heart. The last one didn't last long, and Amare was determined to see to it that this one on her way to a new coven (... or preferably a long interment in a dusty tomb somewhere far, far away...). 

Sabine pulled away from her thoughts of flames and personal vendettas with a somewhat overly-friendly shoulder nudge as the party-goers disappeared through a portal opened by the Bloodmother. In a split second, the casement was thrown open and Amare darted out, much abusing her lethargic powers in attempts to catch the tail end of the portal to no avail. Not too put out, Amare beckoned and Sabine dutifully followed, climbing carefully down the side of the building with the aid of a precarious trellis and nearby tree branches to attend her Mistress.

"This will be a complicated bit of spellwork that I'm afraid I haven't done in ages, and will need your assistance," she purred. Sabine nodded hypnotically. "Good girl." Amare trailed her fingers down the sharp edges of Sabine's angular face, eyes holding the girl's, and drew them softly along her near translucent skin, picking up her right palm all the while. Amare sang a quietly as she could in her high voice, fumbling through half remembered words in a language she had nearly forgotten, so unused to doing her own spells (that's what servants and other vampires were for, after all), but did not miss a beat as she slashed the tender skin of Sabine's palm open to complete the necessary rune for travel. Sabine barely flinched, so beneath the roses as she was, as her blood poured to the frostbitten ground, guided by Amare's own hand. A flicker of her tongue against the palm to lap up the excess, a command, and a flash of light followed by a faint popping left Sabine standing alone in the Blitis House garden, alone and cupping her bleeding hand only slightly confused.

[HELIOS THE SUN RIDES HIS CHARIOT, HE SHINES UPON MEN AND DEATHLESS GODS]

In an instant, Amare was no longer in Blitis garden, but the terrace of Greggor's villa, the scent of the sea coming up to greet her. Breathing it in deep only because the smell was so pleasing after so much sleep and isolation in a bland room, she followed the faint sounds of string instruments, distant laughter, and undercurrent of something that made her mouth water ever so slightly. The villa was the same as it had always been: ancient, crumbling bits of marble here and there, but still remaining that commanding essence of an old queen that refuses to acknowledge the end of her reign. Amare kept to the shadows, flitting along the edge of the loggia and courtyard as best she could, fingertips trailing over cracked mosaics and eyes trained on the Bloodmother. She watched silently the exchange between Ysa and Lord Greggor, flinched inwardly as Poppy hand-fed the vampiric slug dripping gore - did Popelina really deserve such punishment for killing a few mortals? Amare suppressed a shudder; perhaps Mother was getting more severe in her age. 

Removing a decorative golden death mask from a display, somewhat akin to the face of Agamemnon but with the mouth skillfully removed, Amare delved into the crowds, not wanting to interrupt Mother's business with Lord Greggor. She was drawn in by the overwhelming abundance of scents - bodies, blood, gore, crackling flame, and human food. Amare relished her anonymity under the mask, body undulating as she moved with the tympanic rhythm through the crowd, smiling and biting, slithering her way through mortals and underworlders alike. Almost as if she were back in her dreamland, the music familiar and atmosphere near delicious (she could never argue that Greggor did not throw the most sumptuous parties), shaken only from this deja vu by the sight of burning red hair and flittering gossamer wings - Amaelia. Irritated, she now noticed the bright stone at Lia's throat - a scarab, Mother's scarab to be precise. The one which Mother had promised her. Frown turning into a terrible rictus as her mind churned, Amare slipped further into the crowd, redirected away from the event now gathering everyone's attention - the presentation of the wolves. Like the predatory creature she was, she circled to put herself behind Lia and watched her as the redhead cheered and jeered mightily for the treat Greggor's wives brought forth, dragged on chains. Ignoring the wriggling stench of wolves, Amare wrapped her spindly fingers lightly around Lia's throat and whispered, "You have something that belongs to me", before melting back into the crowd, knowing the fledgling to be looking around wildly for the source of the sussurated threat.

Pleased with herself, Amare turned her attentions to things she excelled at: being fashionably late and dramatics. Finding suitable higher elevation on the peak of the loggia, Amare spied upon the crowd, particularly the figures of Mother and Granny Zhang dancing together. A combined opportunity to surprise Mother and annoy Granny should never be taken for granted - as such, Amare rearranged her hair and skirts, tossed away the mask, and descended from the roof, levitating prettily with her costume billowing lightly around her and attracting the attention of onlookers. She landed perfectly in front of the Bloodmother and Granny Zhang, savouring the opposing looks she received from them both, and said sweetly, "Hello, Mother."

Seconds later, another sort of chaos descended upon the party.

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Having ripped and torn her way through the remains of the night's events, Amare now stood amongst her coven as she had never left, feeling muzzy from a blood high and the comedown from exercising muscles too long kept immobile. Warm blood still spattered her face, which she dabbed at with her fingertips and licked lazily, relishing the aftermath of battle. She barely registered how on edge and upset everyone was - a brush with absolute death felt like nothing now. Despite what Sabine had told her, wrangling with wolves, locked in embittered battle, was something Amare had relatively enjoyed. Pressed into her memory now was the image of a wolf's face as it grinned victoriously at having cornered her before melting into confusion as Amare burst into a giggling fit, covering her mouth with her hands demurely, yet the sound of someone entirely unhinged in the face of danger seeped out between her fingers. Fingers that had already twisted heads clean from necks in frenzied escape. Fingers that outstretched as she lunged at the wolf.

Fingers that now cradled a bloodied head against her chest like a beloved doll.

[qqueenofhades]

Hilary my dear my darling my love...what would you say to some post-Battle of Winterfell “thank god we’re not dead” Jaime/Brienne?

Full disclosure that I have not watched the show since season 4, only know what happened in this episode via my dash, and have not written for these two since… 2014 or something. But also, reasons.

Brienne is unable to stand the silence.

It is tormenting her, every step she takes, every ice-chafed breath she draws into her battered lungs, every instant that the winter world is quiet enough to hear the rushing of her living heart and the crunch of her living steps. She trusts nothing, cannot bring herself to believe it, that the Night King will not suddenly spring together from ice and ash and resume the attack. The White Walkers are gone, the ground is heaped with corpses, the mighty battlements of Winterfell preside over a frozen abattoir. The dead are starting to be retrieved and named, brought in on makeshift pallets, their own House colours draped over them if they can be found and any honourable blazon if they cannot. Brienne has seen Jorah Mormont and his little cousin Lyanna borne in, and Daenerys’ tear-stained face. Theon Greyjoy is fallen as well – Brienne dreads to tell her lady, though perhaps Sansa already knows – and so too the red priestess. There are others, countless others, Dothraki and Unsullied, men whose names Brienne does not know. But their sacrifice will be remembered. The north always does.

She walks slowly, battered and exhausted, into the shadow of the central keep. She needs to find Pod, she thinks. She needs to know that he is well. Then to the crypts to kneel before Sansa and give her the butcher’s bill, and then –

Brienne’s memories of the night already blur, jolted and smashed, raw shards, images and sensations. Her arms ache with the weight of swinging her sword over and over, and she is so exhausted that she wonders if she has become a wight herself, dead on her feet and yet still walking. She thought she would die every moment, up there on the parapet with Jaime at her side and the Arryn men behind, make an end worthy of a knight in a song, as if that was the only fate left for her. Yet she lived, and then again, and again, torn out of the darkest night Westeros has ever known, ripped her survival with teeth and claws and the strength of her sword. They will sing of Ser Brienne one day, and yet, one thing she has never allowed herself to imagine, she may even hear them.

Brienne finds Pod, assures herself of his survival, but is unable to manage anything else, and he insists that she sleep, as if sleep is in the cards for any of them, as if they can wrap their heads around the fact that thanks to Arya Stark, the war – this war – might be over. Brienne is so proud of her that she could weep, and drown, and never stop. And yet she does not. She is numb. She lifts her hand before her face and stares at it. Flesh, as yet. It does not feel so.

She floats into the halls of winter like a ghost herself. She wants to lie down, yet she fears to stop moving. They could come back. It could begin again, the chaos and the nightmare. They could – they could –

“My lady?”

Brienne jumps a foot, turns, and sees Jaime Lannister.

It seems impossible that he has managed to stray so far from her side, when he was never elsewhere than at it, and indeed, here he is again. He looks even more haggard than she feels, and she does not even remember how to speak for an instant, as he corrects himself, almost diffidently. “Or do you prefer ser now? You are entitled.”

Brienne, she wants to tell him. Call me Brienne.

She starts to nod back to him, their careful distance, their delicate dance, as if anything else about their old lives, their old selves, still matters. And then, to her consternation, her legs give out.

Jaime moves faster than she thought was possible for anyone to move after those unending hours of the deepest and darkest of the seven hells, catches her around the waist, and steadies her. A small shock goes through Brienne at his nearness, and she has some clumsy intention of pushing him off, to insist that she is strong enough, that she has always been. But Jaime is the one man that she does not need to beat or overawe, does not need to prove anything to. He is in awe of her, and in some ways always has been. And as their eyes meet, the weary warmth and pride and worry in them is enough to make her fragile heart shake, a coin flicked with a thumb, spinning and spinning, about to fall.

Quietly Jaime says, “Brienne. Let me see to you.”

When he says it like that, she cannot refuse him.

They bathed like this in Harrenhal, once. In tension and anger and pain, his stump knotted with bloody linen, as he told her the tale of the Mad King, and swooned like a milkmaid in her arms. Perhaps it is fitting, Jaime thinks, that it has once more returned to this.

There is not much hot water to be had, and he is clumsy at hauling it, but he works steadily until the tub is filled, and nods at Brienne to get in. She hesitates, as if she somehow still has maidenly scruple about disrobing in front of him, as if there is anything the two of them have hidden from each other. He is about to tease her gently, that being the only kind he can bear, but nor can he bear to be anything less than utterly devoted to her. Especially because as she continues to stand there, staring into space, he realizes it is not that she is too shy. It is because she is too tired to remember how.

Jaime pauses, decides that the wench can push him away if she so pleases, then walks over and begins to unbuckle Brienne’s breastplate, filthy with soot and smoke and the dried detritus of whatever bloody stuff White Walkers are made of, apart from evil. He works at the straps one-handed, takes it off her, and kneels before her like a squire to undo her greaves, to help her step from her boots. Brienne complies without a word, and he thinks wryly, poignantly, that the world is changed indeed if she has no heart to argue with him. Step by step, he helps her disrobe, until she is clad only in her smallclothes, and the air in the chamber is cold enough that perhaps she does not want to take those off. Then she comes to herself, shucks them off as well, and walks, naked as her nameday, tall as a goddess, to the tub, and steps in.

Jaime’s world is consumed by her, he can see nothing else, as Brienne eases her blackened and bruised and battered body into the water. He takes a step as if to leave her to it, but her shadowed head turns, her breath showing silver in the air even as steam curls from the water. “Jaime?”

(Gods, his heart shakes.)

He pauses, then manages to get his fool arse undressed as well, somehow. His frozen, filthy clothes slap on the stones, he untwists his golden hand and lays it on the sideboard, and climbs in with her.

There isn’t much room in the tub for two – this is not the great stone cisterns of Harrenhal, this is not then, this is not who they were then. They sit jammed almost knee to knee, heads bent together, foreheads touching, her fingers linking convulsively with his underwater, taking his good hand in one and grabbing hold of his stump with the other. She almost seems, his brave, brave wench, as if she might finally cry. Her breathing halts and heaves, her shoulders shaking. Her flesh is littered with raw marks. He wants to set his lips to each one, and kneel before her as she did before him. He never wants to rise.

“My lady,” Jaime whispers at last. “I – ”

He does not know what he wishes to say, but it lifts her head, and he stares into her eyes, the eyes that have, from the first moment, entranced him. Even when he was an arrogant two-handed son of a shit, and she beat him reeling. He lifts his dripping hand and cups her cheek, running his thumb over the strong line of the bone, as her eyelashes flutter and her breath catches and even this, he sees, she cannot truly trust. He can only try to wordlessly etch his love into her, to make her feel it without words, and with that, he leans forward – just as she, convulsively, does the same.

The kiss is awkward and badly angled. They almost knock noses, and then they knock chins, and in true predictable fashion, they’re initially both too stubborn to reposition. But then Jaime turns his head and so does she, and he opens her lips with his tongue, and he has kissed before and she has not, and he would teach her, would teach her everything. However he suspects, as ever, that ultimately, he would be the one to learn far more.

It is an endless moment until they pull apart, just a fraction. Her eyes are blank with shock, as if he might have done that by accident, so he leans in and kisses her firmly and with direct purpose, a challenge that she can recognize and accept. She is confident enough to return it this time, and water sloshes over the edge as he pulls her half on top of him. They float in eternity, even as his aching back jams against the side of the tub. The silence goes on.

Jaime Lannister has always wanted to die in the arms in the woman he loved.

(He wonders now, in this instant, in this rare raw beautiful unbearable stillness, in the gloaming, on the first day of dawn, if he might live instead.)

[noncanon-mcd-stories]

Spoils to the Victor

the following fic is what was talked about in @its-lily-i-guess‘s discord General Chat, on how the Mystreet crew didn't recognize their names in the history books from the MCD times. There’s one quote that comes to mind: History is written by the Victors

tw: Character/child death, mentions of torture and war

She watched over the burning village, tears streaming down her face as she held him close, the wound having done too much for even her to heal. ‘Is this why she chose not to feel anymore?’ she thought, staring at the blurry version of her son, of Levin, heart feeling as if it was going to rip in two.

It had been years since she had found him that morning at her door, and now, as he struggled to breathe and stay conscious, the reborn Goddess found it a bit ironic that he’d be the last thing she saw, much like she was the first thing he remembered.

Forcing herself to take a deep, sobbing breath, she stood, ignoring how his dead (the thought of that word with him made her weak and dizzy) weight strained her arms, and began to move towards the docks, where Dante and Travis were frantically making sure everyone was safe.

“Aphmau, Levin and Malachi, they’re-!” The bluenette stopped at the sight of his Lord, shaking with adrenaline, pain, shock and sorrow, holding one of her far too limp sons, and the glint in her eyes told him all he needed to know as the two men rushed forward, Travis taking Levin while Dante caught Aphmau before she could hit the ground.

Late, back at Alliance Island, two graves were dug, one empty, the other holding the Last Lord of Phoenix Drop. Aphmau’s screams as she woke to remember both of her sons had died in her arms had been just as, if not more, heart breaking as when Aaron had died. Dante looked at the grave beside the two new ones and knelt down, head bowed.

“If only you were here Garroth,” he murmured, doing his best not to remember the sickening sounds of Shad tearing the guard, his shield-brother, apart for Esmund’s relic. “She needs you and Laurence… like in the old days…”

Laurence was still missing, having last been spotting fighting other Shadow Knights just before Phoenix Drop went up in flames. Dante had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well, even if they did win.

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Aphmau stared at the shallow grave in a type of horrid numbness, legs collapsing from under her as she started at the bloodied, blue hair of Dante, Nekoette and Dmitri. She heard white noise and saw nothing but red as her hands flew up to her head and she screamed.

She screamed for Alina and Lilith Garnet, her darling girls, the first ones killed by Shad.

She screamed for Garroth and Vylad, torn apart for trying to keep her safe.

She screamed for Dale, Molly, Logan and Donna, tortured into insanity and then dumped in the ocean to drown.

For Levin and Malachi, her precious boys, who died in her arms only a few minutes apart.

For Kawaii~chan, who lost her magic and now her family.

But, mostly, she screamed for her, to feel anything aside from the numbness.

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It’s just me now, she thought, looking at the book in hand before holding it to her chest. “Did you know,” she whispered, closing her eyes and imagining everyone she lost around her, happy and smiling and living. “That today, all those years ago…” she held the book tighter and felt tears rolling down her hallowed cheeks. “Today was the first day I met you Garroth? T-Today was the day that… that we…” she broke down in sobs as the book fell onto the grave stone and she crossed her arms, giving herself a hug as the autumn breeze played with her hair.

“Aphmau,” jumping, she turned to see Laurence, impossible, Shadow Knight Laurence, a few yards away, an unreadable expression on his face. “You’re going to get sick.”

“I don’t care,” she barked out, unable to stop her harsh laugh. “Haven’t you heard? I haven’t cared in years. Who's to say I never cared at all?” He flinched as she threw his words back in his face before letting out a growl and lunging forward, dragging her up and into the ramshackle house that was in desperate need of repairs.

“Do you honestly think that? That you never once cared for Alina? Or Lilith? What about Garroth, Levin and Malachi?” As he spoke, she felt… anger. Anger at him, for his words. “Dante was you brother!”

“You don’t think I know that?!” she snapped back, a spark of life coming to her eyes for the first time in years. “You don’t think I can’t remember how they felt? How we used to laugh an-and cry together?! You’re the one who left! You’re the one who abandoned us when we needed you the most!”

He was silent for a second, red eyes glancing over her carefully, and she looked clore enough to see that spark of guilt. “You’re right,” he agreed. “I did abandon you. I could’ve come back after a few Nether years, but… I was scared. Too scared.”

“Of what?” she asked mutely before shaking her head a bit bitterly. “It doesn’t matter now. We’re all that’s left… and even if you were to stay… you’d just end up killing me to stop the hallucinations.” they sat in a quiet silence, neither one wanting to speak as the fire burned weakly.

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In the end and a fit of irony, she died protecting him in the Nether, much like he had done so all that time ago. As he stared at her from the otherside of the iron bars, she grinned at him, a bit tearfully as she reached though, gently placing a hand on his cheek.

“Go,” she whispered. “Tell our story. Tell the world about how Phoenix Drop rose, and of the War of Magi. Tell them how we, for a short time, became the Realm Protectors.”

“If I leave,” he choked out, hand going to grasp her own. “You’ll die.”

“We’ll both die if you do not,” she countered. “But if you leave, Laurence… I’ll still live. We all will still be alive, in the stories you tell. Don’t let the world forget us. Don’t let the world forget the ones who won’t stop fighting, even in death.”

Turning his face and giving her hand a tender kiss, he gave her one last teary look before stepping away, not truly turning and running away until he was off the bridge and could no longer see the Shadow Knight fortress.

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It was perhaps thousands of years later when Aphmau Shanashaska was born when the books were rediscovered, and the truth was revealed. By then, not a whisper of doubt said that Shad had never once been the evil lord the books made him to be, and they had been written off as nothing but resistance propaganda.

Sixteen years after that, a teenager sad in the public library, doing her best to research the Olde Goddess, Eirene. All she found, however, was of Shad, and his heroic defeat against the Phoenix Alliance and his rogue knight. With a groan, she turned the page. “I hate research,” she mumbled, scanning the paragraphs before freezing. Aphmau frowned at the name in the book, eyes squinting as she leaned forward. “Why is my name the same as one of the worst villains history?” she mumbled, and there was a soft, sad noise from the elf beside her. Turning to the blonde, she saw her ancient, old smile, perhaps a bit too sorrowful as she spoke

“Haven’t you heard? History is often written in the eyes of the victor.” Looking over her, she felt like she looked familiar, as if she had been a close childhood friend.

“I’m sorry,” she said, closing her book. “Do I know you?” If anything, the elf’s smile grew both bitter and sad.

“I hoped this day would come, though I wish it had been sooner,” she murmured. “Your name is in the books because you are Reincarnated. You were once Lord Aphmau, leader of the Phoenix Alliance” Her amber eyes narrowed and she stood up sharply, chair scraping the floor harshly. 

“I don’t know you,” she snarled. “And whoever you think I am, it’s it not fucking reincarnated. So don’t assume you know me.” The teenager stormed off, leaving the elf alone.

“Perhaps not this you, but you are Aphmau, the Matron Irene, and one day, you will see what I mean...” she agreed softly, reaching into her back and pulling out a book, the last of its kind. Within the first page sat a familiar photo, one taken just before the storm came.

With a pained sigh, Zoey Taltatheil placed her book into the girl’s bag and stood, feeling the wear of time on her as she did so.

Distantly, she could hear the sound of Levin's laughter and the sound of Malachi's giggle before she remembered that they had been reborn. With a sad smile, she walked down the stairs, eyes closing, feeling herself fade with every step.

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Unforseen Chasm (part 20)

 Part 20 of Unforseen Chasm 

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2908 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“That’s it, listen to the sound of my voice,” you cooed as you and Loki sat cross-legged on the rug, trying to meditate. “Try to remember the first memory of Thor. Your first truly happy memory.” 

“When I stabbed him after pretending to be a snake?” he asked, his eyes closed as he smirked.

“No, I mean more of a time you two were equals. Fighting side by side. Perhaps he covered for you when you stole a cake at a feast?” you tried. 

Loki kept his eyes closed, trying to remember. “Nothing. Y/N, I am getting nothing,” he finally said, sighing and opening his eyes. He got to his feet. “This isn’t working. We’ve been at this for two weeks.”

“And giving up will not help. It’s not like we have much of anything else to do,” you said, gesturing around. 

Loki got closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “I could think of a thing or two we could do instead of this,” he said in a low voice. 

You smiled at him but put your hands on his chest. “While that is fun, it isn’t exactly helpful, is it?” 

“I don’t know, a jarring bed helps clear the mind,” he said, bending down and biting your ear, making you laugh. 

“Are you two done?” Tony’s voice suddenly asked, irritated. 

You jumped away from Loki, startled. Loki simply glared at Tony and left the room, trying to get to the other side of the apartment where he wouldn’t be seen. 

“Tony,” you greeted as kindly as you could, surprised to see him. 

“Just checking in. Need anything?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. 

“Don’t suppose my freedom is an option?” you joked. 

“No, it’s not. If I have it my way you’ll never know what sunlight looks like again,” he promised. “Anyway, need anything? A book? Paper? Toiletries?” He began walking around the outside of the cell, probably examining it for any tampering. 

“A notebook and some pencils and pens would be nice,” you tried in a meek voice. 

“I can arrange that,” he simply said. “Anything else?” 

“How is Shannon?” you blurted out, desperate to know about her.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care about her wellbeing?” he questioned, irritated. “She’s fine, no thanks to you.”

“Is she… does she ask about me?” you wondered, stepping closer to the glass. 

“Nope. Not once,” he said, satisfaction flashing across his face at the sign of your pain. 

You nodded. “That’s fair. Could you tell her… that I miss her?”

“As a matter of fact, I can’t. I won’t tell her about you at all, unless she asks,” Tony informed, his hands behind his back, gloating. “I’ll do my damndest to make sure she forgets you’re 100 stories below ground…” 

Your eyes drifted to the floor. “Tony, I’m sorry,” you said, so much emotion in your voice, but remorse ringing the most. “I… I didn’t want to hurt you or her.”

“Just collateral damage for Reindeer Games, huh?” he asked, gesturing vaguely behind you. “You know, I never pegged you for a woman to lose her head over a guy, but I guess I was wrong,” Tony said, shrugging, frowning at you. 

“I didn’t lose my head… I fell in love,” you answered simply.

“Yeah, with possibly the most crazy and vindictive prick I’ve ever met,” Tony retorted. “The people we fall in love with shows a lot about our own character, Y/N/N.”

Your eyes flashed to him. “Yeah, you need to remind Shannon of that,” you said pointedly as you eyed him up and down. 

“I will, because.. You know, I’m free and all, and not a criminal, and I can see her every day.” He flashed you a smile and started to walk away. “Paper and pens, got it. You’ll get it sometime in the next month,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away. 

Even watching Tony walk away from you hurt like hell. In a split second, Loki’s hands were on your shoulders, comforting you before you turned and wept into his chest as he held you.

Loki woke in a pool of cold sweat, sitting straight up. He made no noise other than a slight gasp. 

“Darling?” you asked as you sat up with him. “Are you alright?” 

He shook his head. “I had a nightmare. Thanos found us… He came for you… And he… He killed…” He broke off, staring at you with wild eyes before grabbing at you and gripping you tight before crying. You let him sob, get all of his fear and grief out. 

“It’s okay, he can’t get to us. I’ll protect you,” you vowed as you soothingly stroked his back. 

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In the following weeks, you worked more and more with Loki. You tried to get him to remember good things. To remember that he and Thor were equals. Slowly, he was coming out of it. The brainwashing was slowly washing away. The cruelty of this Loki was ebbing away to the gentle, clever, and sweet Loki you knew and loved. 

You’d asked for the paper to write Shannon a letter. You wrote on it every day, adding to it, elaborating. You were explaining your life just before the fall, up until the day you were put in this prison. The brainwashing, the torture, the ultimatum, the reasons behind all of your actions. You would hope she would read it and understand. 

By now, it was over twenty pages long. It detailed why you jumped. It detailed that you fell in love with Loki a month before the fall. You explained the good side of him. The side that Earth never saw, and probably never would. The side only his family knew. You explained how Loki had been berated and ridiculed by people closest to him. In your short time there you’d seen it. The warriors teased him constantly. Odin hardly let him talk. The only real good in his life was Frigga. 

You explained that while you were with Loki in the library, riding, in the forest, on the training field, he wasn’t this evil monster that was filled with jealousy and hate. He was just a man, wanting to be seen as the equal he deserved. And you saw him as that, as an equal. Your equal, Thor’s equal. Any one with a good heart, he was their equal.

You jumped, because you were in love with a man that truly understood you. A man that knew what it was like to be overlooked. A man that could make you laugh. A man that got lost in your voice as you went on and on about physics. A man that seemed to take great joy in your fascination with magic. 

Then you fell deeper in love when he selflessly took the brunt of the torture and manipulation just so you would be left unharmed. When you begged him to let you take it, he refused. 

He risked everything by letting you go to Shannon and apologize. He knew he was risking his own life if you all should fail, but so long as you were happy, what did it matter? 

This was the side you wrote about in your letters.

Then you went on to explain just how awful it was living under Thanos’s rule. How he treated you almost like a daughter -- fitting, that a man who wanted to ruin the universe would see himself in you. Not your foster parents, not Frigga and Odin, not Diane and Tom -- no, the most sociopathic man you’d ever met, decided to spare you, take pity on you, and take you under his wing as if you were his daughter. 

You told her all about Thanos, at least what you knew. You knew he was homicidal and uncaring. You weren’t sure about his overall plan, at all. All you knew was your instructions and that was it. 

The letter explained why you could do the horrible things you could do to her. How even though it ripped a hole in your heart, that stabbing her in the leg was far better than Loki, you, Tony, the Avengers, and everyone else - dying. Collateral damage, to ensure that you and Loki ruled Earth, and that ultimately those you loved stayed safe. 

Loki’s motivations might have been slightly… different than your own, but both of you knew, both of you were aware just how much was at stake if you lost. That’s why all sentiment had to be lost.

And yet, you still could not do it. You could not fight Tony with the intent to hurt. You couldn’t fight Shannon with the intent to kill. 

But most importantly, the letters told Shannon how much you loved her more than anything in this world. No amount of brainwashing, or threats could make you forget how much she meant to you. The letters said how sorry you were, and that you did all of this, just to save her. If you failed at everything else, at least you were able to save the people you loved from that murderous being in space… for now. And that was all that mattered -- that they were safe. 

Tony arrived for his biweekly check up. It was his fourth visit in total, meaning eight weeks had passed since you’d been put in this upscale prison cell. By now you were used to the fact that Tony, and anyone else with access to JARVIS could see what you were doing at all times. 

But you didn’t care. What were they going to hear? You writing? Loki reading? The two of you sleeping? That had to be enthralling for the viewers… 

“Need anything?” he greeted. Clearly his utter contempt for you and Loki had not subsided. Loki never spoke to Tony, nor Tony to him. 

“Could we have five more books?” you asked, at this point you hated sounding like a begging child for scraps. 

“Sure. Any particular ones?” Tony asked. 

You held up a list. 

He rolled his eyes. “Read it to JARVIS later and I’ll get it. Anything else?”

“Could we have a handful of things so we can cook? It would be nice to have some variety for down here or if we get hungry at midnight?” 

Tony thought for a moment. “Give me two fruits you want stocked, and give me some ingredients for some recipes and I’ll see what I can do.” 

“Thanks.”

“That it?” he questioned, nearly through with his walk through of checking for tampering. 

“Uh, no…” You used your powers of concealment and showed him the bundle of letters. “Could you take these to Shannon?”

He looked at the letters for a second too long, then looked up at you and told you a flat, “No.”

He already began to turn and walk out of the room. 

“No? Tony! Wait, what the hell? Don’t I deserve to know why?” you asked, frantic. 

He spun back to face you, rage evident in his expression, making you take a few steps back from the glass. 

“No! No you really don’t deserve to know anything about Shannon! She doesn’t deserve this shit. So no, I won’t give her your letters.”

“Fine! You selfish ass,” you said, angry at him for refusing to deliver the letters. 

He took several more strides toward the glass wall until he was right next to it. “Selfish? I’m selfish? I’m only thinking about her. If I give these to her, they’ll break her. I’m not doing that. I am not watching her go through that.”

“You have no idea what’s in them,” you argued evenly. 

“Doesn’t matter. If they somehow magically explain that it wasn’t all your fault, she’ll feel guilty and want to free you -- which we can’t do. If it’s more blind resentment towards her, or me, or anyone else, it’ll just crush her. So either way, it’s a lose-lose.”

On that, he spun and left before you could beg further. 

Another four weeks slipped by, and still, nothing from Shannon. When you asked Tony about her, he simply said, “She’s fine.” That was all he would ever say to you. No matter what you asked him, when you asked him, that was his only response. 

Part of you wondered why she never came down here herself. Did she really hate you that much? Why couldn’t she just listen to you? 

Other than Tony’s visits, and the occasional food and goods drop from one of his workers, you were entirely alone with Loki. Which, in many odd ways, was good. The two of you hardly had much alone time when you were on Asgard, and never alone unless it was night in that godforsaken hut you lived in on Sanctuary (a name unbefitting the elements, mind you). Then, the plot to take over Earth took place and you barely saw him.

Now, now that you two had no freedom, and were bound together in here, you got to know each other even more. It was like domestic bliss on house arrest. Not ideal, but at any rate, it got you some time to fall more in love. 

And it granted you more time to get that brainwashed bullshit out of his head. Each day was a small step closer to victory for you, and for him. He slowly came up out of the cruel, wild, mess of a man he’d been turned into and was slowly turning back into your Loki. 

If your fate was to be left in a cell with this man for the rest of your life, then so be it. There were fates much worse than this. In fact, this wasn’t bad at all. It was almost like Heaven -- save for lack of freedom, friends or family, at least you had him.

Tony returned for another visit, and asked if you needed anything. It was at this time that Shannon, nearly one-hundred-fifty stories above you, asked JARVIS where he was.

“JARVIS, where is Tony?” she wondered idly as she worked on soldering a motherboard. 

“I believe he is at Mr. Loki and Ms. Y/N’s holding cell,” the AI informed. 

Shannon stood straight up. “He--what?” she asked, perplexed. “Show me.”

On command, JARVIS turned on the video of your holding cell, the outside camera where Tony stood.

“Okay, you want a board game?” Tony asked, confused and Shannon looked on. The tiniest of smiles played at Shannon‘s lips. Of course you would want a board game. That’s typical. And of course Tony would think it was an odd request. 

But then the reality of the situation hit her. Why was Tony even down there? How long had he been going down there? What was he doing? 

“Yeah, Monopoly. It’s fun and it’ll take up some of our time,” you tried with a shrug.

“I don’t think a game about owning and domination and money is best for the Wannabe King,” Tony remarked. 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, Twister.”

“Hell no. That is basically foreplay, and I’m not watching that unfold on my surveillance.” 

Again, you rolled your eyes. “Fine, then what do you suggest?” 

“Checkers?” 

“God, you’re so boring,” you said with a slight laugh. “Please, Tony? Something for entertainment other than books and writing?” 

“I’ll see about getting you some family friendly, non-dictator-y games,” he promised. “Anything else?”

Your powers of concealment kicked in again as you revealed the large stack of letters. “Give these to Shannon?” you requested in a soft, desperate voice.

“No,” he firmly said again. This was the third time he’d denied you. 

“Tony. Please. Don’t you think she should be able to make the decision for herself? Let her read them. If she still hates me, fine, if she doesn’t then…”

“Then I have to pick up the pieces when you choose that Asgardian asshole over her, again,” he stressed, pointing to Loki who was standing in the kitchen. You turned back to look at him for a moment before sighing. 

“That won’t happen.”

“And what guarantee do I have?” he asked, as if your promise were absurd.

“I’m locked in a fucking cell, Tony. What could I possibly do to her? I don’t get to see her. The letter isn’t malicious. Read it if you fucking want, I don’t care. I don’t care if you publish it in the New York Times, just make sure she reads it!” you begged. 

“No,” he said again in a low firm voice, his hand making a cutting motion in the air. “And if you ask me about it again, I will go in there and burn them.” He turned abruptly and started to storm out.

“Tony… Tony! Tony!” you shouted after him, putting the letters on the glass. “Please!” 

But he wouldn’t respond to your pleas. He left the same doors he always did, and they slid shut behind him. 

His rejection, turned into pain, and your pain, turned to rage. You used your dark energy to pick every piece of furniture up and throw it, screaming as you did so. 

All the while, Shannon watched it unfold. 

Moments later, the elevator opened to the lab, where a happy Tony stepped out and walked over to Shannon. 

“Hi, dear,” he greeted sweetly. He was about to kiss her when she pulled back, revealing the video footage she’d been watching. His eyes went from the video to her, panic in his eyes. 

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Hey guys! The layout of this chapter is a bit weird because Tumblr is being really stupid. Anyways, here's chapter 5. I'll try editing it later

Kakyoin sat up and clutched his throat. He awoke feeling something sharp pressing against it, almost like the tip of a knife. He looked around the dark bedroom, barely able to see anything except for vague, furniture shaped shadows.

Then, his gaze met the glowing red eyes at the foot of his bed. He froze. He summoned his stand, which probably wouldn't do much good, and spoke.

"Who are you?"

His voice came out as a high pitched whisper. He was shaking. He silently prayed that Jotaro would bust down the door and help fight this guy off, even though he was in his own apartment and probably asleep right now.

The owner of the glowing eyes stepped forward, the little bit of moonlight that shone through the window illuminated his face. This wasn't a normal intruder, any idiot could tell that. But Kakyoin knew that whatever the hell this thing was, it was pure evil.

The man himself was beautiful. He looked like one of the angels in a Renaissance era painting, his strong bone structure and muscular physique was that of an ethereal being. Kakyoin was in awe.

"Noriaki Kakyoin," the man purred with a voice like silk.

"Who are you?" Kakyoin's voice shook.

"It would be more beneficial if you don't know that right now."

Within the blink of an eye, the man was kneeled beside him, his full, luscious lips dangerously close to Kakyoin's own. The man smelled like wine and blood, the scent almost made Kakyoin's head spin with euphoria. It smelled like heaven, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"I've been observing you, mon amore. You want from the Joestar boy what you can easily get from me... in exchange for one thing."

The Joestar boy? Oh- Jotaro. What did he mean by that?

"What are you talking about?"

"Darling," he hummed, "I know things. Many things. And you, my dear, are falling for someone who is incapable of love."

"No, I'm not-"

"You're a holy man."

Kakyoin stared into those red eyes, eyes that stared back at him with an inhumane amount of hunger with that sentence.

"I'm... a deacon, yes."

He smiled- a sly, sadistic smile- and licked his lips. The moonlight was bright enough that Kakyoin could see his razor-sharp, white fangs.

"The blood of a holy man is life essence to my kind, as hamon is to a hamon user. I'll come back for you, mon amore. You mustn't tell anyone of this- especially not Kujo and the other two men. I'll know if you do."

Within an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He winced, tightening his grasp on the bedsheets. The man placed his hand on Kakyoin's jaw, lightly grazing his thumb against his skin. Kakyoin leaned into the touch- he was beginning to enjoy the sting.

As soon as it began, it ended, and the mystery man's lips were above Kakyoin's ear.

"Remember, darling- I know things."

And with that, he disappeared. Kakyoin was feeling many things- fear, confusion, even a hint of arousal. He touched his neck where the man had bitten him; there were two small wounds, they could be easily hidden from the others.

He didn't like the idea of hiding something from them. Especially when it involved them. But he knew that the beautiful stranger was serious; he knew that his life was now in this man's hands.

"Oi, Kakyoin!"

Kakyoin opened his eyes and looked at the foot of his bed. No longer was it the man from last night- it was Jotaro.

He remembered the events of last night- what an odd dream. There's no way that could've been real. Vampires? In Japan? Impossible. The way Avdol had explained it, there were only vampires in Egypt, where the head vampire himself- oh, what was his name?- fed on innocent people. He was ugly and ruthless and cruel, he wanted to destroy the world and all its inhabitants.

"What time is it?" Kakyoin yawned. He stretched his arms and felt his neck stiffen. He probably slept on it wrong, he thought. He figured that much until his fingers brushed against the wound- and it hurt.

He felt the small welps left on his neck- surely that didn't really happen. Surely there was some reasonable explanation for whatever happened.

"It's, like, two in the afternoon. We had to make sure you didn't die or some shit." He pulled his ripped up hat down over his eyes, hiding the blush covering his face. "And you're not dead, so... that's cool."

Kakyoin smiled. There was absolutely no way he was falling for Jotaro. This guy was quiet. And tall. And maybe he was slightly (really) attractive. And kind of a dork once you got to know him-

Oh shit.

"Yeah," he replied. "Uh, let me get dressed. I'll meet you out there in a few minutes."

Jotaro nodded and left the bedroom, softly closing the door behind him.

He sat there, starting at the blank wall. Last night did happen. There was a vampire in Japan. Did the others know about this? Probably not, considering that the man swore him to secrecy. Who was he? How did he get to Japan? It couldn't be the master vampire (whose name Kakyoin couldn't remember to save his life). The head vampire was a disgusting, vile creature. This man was beautiful and kind and charming- or was he?

Kakyoin trudged over to his closet and put on a green sweater and a pair of black jeans. He stared at his priest suit. The words from last night rang in his ears- a holy man. He scowled at the black suit. He despised it. He loathed it.

He remembered his father telling him that he was going to become a priest- to 'continue the legacy.' He visibly cringed. He wasn't a Christian, he told his parents, he wasn't fit to be a priest. His father hit him for that. He got beaten a lot after that. He hated coming home from school and seeing his father's car in the driveway- he knew what was coming. He would be forced into his father's small office. He would sit at that large, old, dark-oak desk studying the ways of god, the ways of the priest, anything that would help him in his 'journey' to 'find Christ'.

He decided not to come out as bisexual after that. He was afraid that his father would torture him some more, so he lashed out. He had a bunch of shitty hookups with both guys and girls that only ended in his own misery. He couldn't go to therapy. "That's what God's for, boy," his father would tell him, give him another slap across the head, and point him back towards the Holy Bible.

When he graduated high school and moved out, things got better. He'd mostly gotten away from his abusive father, he'd grown as a person, made more friends, and even had a few secret relationships that ended on decent terms. He even started going to medical school, but his father made him drop out- "god comes first." He was a walking contradiction, though- who would've known that somewhere in the world there would be an agnostic man studying to become a priest?

These past few weeks, though, were his peak. This was the happiest- yet most confused- he'd been in his life. He had someone to call his best friend now, he had super powers, and he was slowly beginning to accept himself as who he was. He was even contemplating telling off his father and quitting the whole priest act. He hated it.

"Oh my god, come on!" Polnareff yelled from the living room. "I've got some hot babes to see!"

"Polnareff, we're literally just going to the library," Jotaro said. "Unless you're into dusty old ladies and depressed college students, I don't think you're gonna have much luck finding all the hot babes."

"I just wanted to sound cool, let me have my moment."

"Good grief, dude, you literally have a moment every five minutes."

Kakyoin opened the door. Avdol and Jotaro were bickering, and Avdol looked like a single mom whose kids were fighting in the grocery store. Iggy was nowhere in sight (hopefully they'd left him with someone).

"Why are we going to the library?" Kakyoin asked.

"We're meeting someone," Avdol sighed. "He's an old friend of Joseph's. We believe he can help us track him down."

"Apparently, they fought together when they were younger," Jotaro added. He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and pulled one out of the carton. Kakyoin hated cigarettes- unless they were Jotaro's cigarettes. Even Polnareff wasn't allowed to smoke in the house (Kakyoin's excuse being that Polnareff kept knocking his ashes in the floor)

"Okay, I understand that," Kakyoin said, "but why the library?"

"Because of all the babes-"

"Because it's the only place we're not 100 percent likely to run into a stand user," Avdol cut Polnareff off with a glare that could make the devil himself uncomfortable. "They want us to go out somewhere crowded. A library is our best bet."

After the arcade ordeal a few weeks ago, Kakyoin had learned a lot about stand users and vampires and such. They always seemed to be lurking in places like the grocery store or a local restaurant. So, he'd been training with the others. His own stand, Heirophant Green, was an extremely independent stand. It could fluctuate between two forms: a more human shaped form, which was better for one on one fighting, and a bunch of tentacles, which were extremely useful in stealth situations. The training helped him control Heirophant's more humanoid form, but the tentacles were a mystery. He could somewhat control them, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. They would even appear on their own sometimes, stretching out and feeling around the surroundings. They never did anything bad, but it was still odd.

"Have you guys met him before?" Kakyoin asked.

"No, actually," Jotaro said. "This guy went off the grid after he and the old man had a falling out."

"He used to talk about him a lot, though," Avdol chuckled. "Every time we went to the bar, we'd hear some crazy story about the shit they got into together."

Eventually, they all left Kakyoin's house and got into Jotaro's car. Polmareff and Avdol squeezed into the back seat, while Jotaro drove. Kakyoin slid into the front seat and buckled his seatbelt (something the others failed to do).

The ride there would be about 30 minutes. It was quiet, until Jotaro whispered to him in Japanese.

"So apparently, they don't know anything about this guy."

"Do you even know his name?"

"No, but Avdol does. There's a reason he went off the grid- he's a wanted criminal from waaaay back in the day."

"So he's not gonna tell us?"

"No. Not until we know everything is clear."

"Guys, please," Polnareff whined, "it feels like you're talking shit about us."

"No, Polnareff, it doesn't," Avdol sighed.

"Don't worry," Kakyoin laughed. "We're talking about business."

"Business?" Jotaro laughed. "Nice cover. Polnareff is kind of an idiot, so he's definitely buying it."

"Hey, be nice," Kakyoin lightly punched his arm.

"Listen, I love Polnareff to death, he's just so... slow. Even Avdol will admit it."

The rest of the ride there was almost silent, except for Polnareff whining about how his hair couldn't fit in Jotaro's 'tiny ass smart car'.

"Why did you even get this?" Polnareff asked. "I can barely fit in here, and you're bigger than I am!"

"It's pretty roomy up here, actually," Jotaro rolled his eyes. "And it's got Bluetooth."

"Why do you need Bluetooth? You don't even listen to music."

"He listens to music with me," Kakyoin shrugged. "He even let's me play some- I'm like his personal DJ when I get in here."

"What?" Polnareff gasped. "You're capable of having fun?"

"Go eat a baguette, french fries," Jotaro chuckled. Kakyoin smiled at the sight. Jotaro didn't laugh often- apparently, he hardly even spoke before he and Kakyoin met, Avdol had said.

"Stop calling me that!" Polnareff yelled. The smirk on Jotaro's face was replaced with his signature scowl.

They finally made it to the library, with a very mopey Polnareff and a tired Avdol. They were an odd duo, but Jotaro said they were best friends regardless.

There were only a few people inside- the librarian at the front desk, and a few of the local college students at the different tables, all wearing headphones. One was even crying, Kakyoin saw. It was probably exam season.

They walked to the back of the library- the part with all the town archives and business books were. Nobody was there- at least Kakyoin thought. A door opened and a man looked out at all of them. He was a taller, older man with sandy blond hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

He gestured inside and the four of them went in. The room was larger than Kakyoin expected, a round table with 5 chairs sat in the center. It smelled of old books and candles. The room was filled with books that looked broken beyond repair, shelves upon shelves of them lining the wall.

"Mr. Zepelli," Avdol shook the man's hand. "Thank you for meeting us on such short notice. You're the only person we knew of that could help us."

The man smiled, and looked at all of them.

"Guys," Avdol addressed them in a low voice, "This is Caesar Zeppeli. He and Mr. Joestar defeated a great evil, and we think he can help us with our current problem."

"Of course, Joseph got himself into another mess someone else has to clean up," he sighed, with the most dramatic eyeroll Kakyoin had ever seen. "I swear, he's just the same as he was when we were kids."

"Oh my God!" Polnareff yelled, earning frantic shushing from the others. "You're the guy who Mr. Joestar saved from that big ass rock!"

"Polnareff, shut up!" Jotaro growled.

"That's definitely not what happened," Caesar sighed. "We were fighting these ancient... beings. One of them almost killed me. I used the last of my hamon to help JoJo get the cure- I didn't know if I would live or die. There was such a huge power surge that a piece of the ceiling fell and I barely made it out from underneath. It was a very old building, and the piece that fell down was around three feet thick.

Well, JoJo came in, and freaked out. He was crying and punching the rock, completely ignoring me even though I was right beside him. Then he started screaming about avenging my death and a few other things, and then he noticed me."

"I guess this means we get to know all the shit my grandfather lied about doing in his 'crazy teenage years'," Jotaro whispered to Kakyoin. Kakyoin smiled and looked up at him. He was smirking, staring straight ahead at Mr. Zeppeli.

Kakyoin remembered that the vampire said to him- 'you, my dear, are falling for someone incapable of love,' he said in that voice that sounded like royalty. 'You want from that Joestar boy what you can easily get from me.'

And maybe Jotaro was incapable of falling in love- who knew, honestly? Certainly not a random vampire who managed to get Kakyoin all hot and bothered.

And thus, Kakyoin decided, he was going to try. Whether Jotaro was capable of loving him or not

[namjuicyy]

The Contract - Chapter Seven

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Smut, fluff, angst if you squint.

Word Count: 3.6k.

Summary: Your life is turned upside down when a contract is pushed your way. But what happens if you sign it?

Warnings: Panty kink/panty sniffing, degradation, hella dom!Tae, dirty talk, choking, orgasm denial, protected sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, consensual filming, clit spanking, gagging, consensual sending, brief use of male sex toys. Heheheheheheheheheheh. Enjoy, hoes.

Park Dahee was perhaps one of the kindest, yet one of the most insufferable people you had ever had the pleasure of being friends with. Dahee had no filter, no shame and certainly no indoor voice, meaning any public outing the two of you had together was as if you were announcing your private life through a billboard that played sounds and projected special effects. Though, despite the brash exterior, Dahee was your source of sanity in this whole crazy mess. One of the only people outside of your relationship you could talk to, and the only one who would truly understand what you were going through because she was going through it herself.

Dahee was the loving girlfriend of GOT7, one of the few people in this part of the industry who would still be there for the band if all the money disappeared. She was strong, fearless, confident, kind, loving, thoughtful. Through the grapevine she had learnt of your arrival on the scene and felt like it was her duty to make you feel welcome and offer her hand in friendship, because Lord knows she could have done with that when she first entered the relationship. She messaged you within the first week of being with Bangtan, and hadn't left you alone six months later.

Now it was the height of summer, and you had met up in the local Starbucks for your weekly (or as weekly as you could get it) catch-up and regular therapy session. Dahee was the first to technically break her contract with JYP to tell you the ins and outs of her relationship, whether you wanted the tea or not. But it only made you more comfortable with her, and eventually you ended up sharing some things and just getting more and more comfortable around her.

She sat down at the table opposite you and took in your sweaty appearance, laughing at the foreigner who still hadn't got used to the searing summers South Korea faced annually. She, of course, looked as radiant as always – her long black hair in a French braid and her loose-fitting playsuit adorning her curves perfectly. You could see why GOT7 adored her as much as they did. You were borderline falling in love with her too.

"You look like you're pregnant." She joked, taking in the way you were lounging on the metal chair.

"Why did you pick outdoor seating on a hot summer's day?"

"Purely and simply, my dear, to fuck with you. Now," she sighed and handed you your drink off the tray, "I have just come back from Japan where I was dicked down on the daily by seven gorgeous men who simply couldn't get enough of me and wouldn't let me pick up my phone to contact you. So I've missed a lot. Spill the tea. I need to know everything."

"Well, I have a fun conundrum for you... my knickers keep going missing."

"Your knickers?"

"Yup. Then reappearing in random places. At first I thought I was misplacing them, but the last three times I've found them they've had the smallest white stain on them."

Dahee looked pleased with your confession, almost excited by what she'd heard. She smacked on the table and laughed. "You my darling, are living with a panty fetishist."

There was a slight smirk playing on your face, your demeanour turning cocky as you took a sip of your drink. "I have no idea who it is, but I'm excited to find out."

"So no one's given you any indication that they want to wank with your undies?"

"Yeah, some of them pop into my bedroom and ask if they can borrow a pair." Dahee rolled her eyes at your sarcasm. "No, whoever it is they're keeping it well hidden. I think they're ashamed... or at least guilty that they think they're taking and wanking on my clothes with them."

"That's kinda hot though." Dahee pouted. "Why can't one of my guys do that with my panties?"

You laughed. "Why are you jealous?"

"Because I'd love to catch him in the act and 'punish' him."

"Why do all of our conversations end up like this? And why does it always happen in a public space?"

Dahee smiled her usual evil smile when she took pleasure in winding you up. "Because, my dear, I'm a thirsty hoe, exactly like you. Promise me you'll let me know who it is the second you find out." You hesitated. "Promise me!"

"Okay, okay! Fine. I'll tell you who it is when I know."

The bedroom was pitch black, not even the moon could make it through your bedroom curtains. You couldn't see anything, but you could feel everything. Jungkook had snuggled up to you, much closer than he had before, especially given that you were both face-to-face. You could feel his breath on your nose, and his strong arms grip you tighter. You wished there was some light so you could see his peaceful face – his angelic, sleeping face that made him look so sweet and soft, you couldn't help but stroke it gently, despite many museums telling you not to touch the art.

The way he was breathing, you could have easily assumed that he was asleep. His voice was the only indication that he wasn't. His deep voice soft and tender as he whispered to you, confessing things he wouldn't have done had he known you were awake.

"Part of me wonders if I shouldn't have let it go on this far – this... whatever it is the eight of us have going on." He tells you. "I can't imagine what this might be doing to you. Emotionally you might be fine, you might even love this attention. And I wouldn't blame you. You deserve to be showered in love in all it's forms. I'm just scared we're going to hurt you... physically. Some hyungs take things too far. Not that they mean to, of course, they're not bad people. They just get carried away, and I don't want you to be at the brunt of their uncontrollable ways. I care about you too much to let you get hurt. I couldn't bear to see you in any kind of pain. Contract or not, I love you. I always have. It's just taken this weird... thing to make me see it. We all love you – or rather, we're all in love with you."

Jungkook's confession had knocked you for six. You couldn't quite believe those were the words coming out of his mouth. He had never been quite so candid with you before, and you weren't sure if you should let on and tell him how you felt and reassure him, or just let him have his moment, pretend it didn't happen and tell him how you felt some other time, with the knowledge that he wouldn't reject you.

You chose to remain asleep, but snuggle into him a little more. He froze, wondering if you were awake, but quickly concluded you were unconscious and just continued to hold you like he had been. Jungkook was the sweetest young man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing, even before he started cuddling you to sleep you knew he was beautiful inside and out. Until his confession though, you didn't realise the true extent of it. And, for the nth time in a row, you fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe, secure and protected.

There was an inexplicable darkness to Kim Taehyung, one you couldn't quite figure out no matter how hard you tried. An underlying shadow that occasionally made an appearance at times you didn't quite expect. There was a glint in his eye that spelled trouble in several languages, and an evil smirk on his face that told you he was planning something. The appearances of the wickedness that could engulf him were quite rare, and usually you were met with the bright, bubbly, boxy smile of the somewhat childlike man who enjoyed twanging your bra strap or dipping his hands into your trousers to tug on your underwear, for no other reason than to annoy you. His playful laugh would sound as he dodged one of your light hearted slaps, and would disappear to somewhere in the apartment and leave you to shake your head at his impish nature.

Tae had been one of the only two members to not approach you in a sexual manner, though you were certain he was holding off for a reason you couldn't imagine. Taehyung was, perhaps, one of the most sexual people you had ever met. His performances oozed sensuality, as did the way he'd look at you whenever he drank a little too much but was still too shy to come forward. You had promised yourself you wouldn't force anyone into anything, and if they wanted sex they'd come to you, not the other way around. But there was a voice in the back of your head that told you to just get on your knees automatically for him and beg him to rip you in half. There were times when you were nearly about to – but each time you'd been interrupted from your thoughts by someone and was able to regain a modicum of sanity. He was so lustful in his mannerisms, and the devilishness of his personality was so alluring, it made keeping your prudence a difficult task. But you'd not failed yet.

You were the type of person who loved to wear the bare minimum to bed. An oversized t-shirt, a pair of panties and that was it. Something the guys loved about you because it meant that, if they had your consent, they'd be able to get easy access to any part of your body at any time of the night. Morning wood was easily taken care of because, in essence, all you had to do was take your underwear off, open your legs and enjoy the feeling of a big cock waking you up fully. Usually you put enough effort in to getting dressed, even on lazy days. Just wearing a t-shirt and a pair of leggings around the apartment was enough. But there were your super lazy days where all you did was change your panties, staying in your t-shirt and just lulling about.

Today was one of those days. You woke up in Jungkook's arms only hours after his confession, and immediately you knew that today you'd want to do the absolute least you possibly could. You peeled yourself out of his strong grip, and trudged out of the bedroom, trying to wake yourself up just a little. Kitchen. Food. Yes please.

Taehyung was already sat at the breakfast bar, a cup of tea in hand and a webtoon on his phone. He barely noticed your presence, not until you wrapped your arms around him and bade him a good morning.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"Like a baby." You reached up to grab a mug off the top shelf. "You eaten yet?"

He cleared his throat. "Not yet. I wasn't hungry until you walked into the room."

When you turned around, you notice Tae's demeanour had changed. And the webtoon was long forgotten was he stared at you, that unfamiliar yet noticeable darkness had returned. His eyes were fixated on your hips, where your shirt had bunched up to reveal just the smallest part of your red panties. His long, beautiful fingers had been raised from the counter to play with his plump, bottom lip. He had seemingly turned from Jekyll to Hyde in the space of two seconds, looking at your body like a predator looks at their prey. You were standing in the corner of the kitchen cabinets, feeling trapped by his gaze. You couldn't move as you watched him slowly stand from the stool and meander to you, never taking his eyes off you. You were enthralled by him – this walking contradiction. This outwardly angelic man whom, right now, seemed like Lucifer himself. He hadn't said anything, not really. But there you were, dripping like a virgin, more than willing to open your legs for him if that's what he wanted you to do.

"You like to tease, don't you, baby girl?" Tae asked you, quietly. He brought his gorgeous hands coming up to your exposed neck as you looked up at him, keeping eye contact. You were fearful that if you broke that interaction, he'd be disappointed in you. And you didn't want that. "You tease us all. Flouncing about the apartment wearing next to nothing." His left hand found purchase in your hair and tugged a little. It didn't hurt, not really. "Moaning loudly while you're getting fucked." His right hand caressed your shoulder, fingers sliding under your shirt and exposing your bare shoulder to him. "It's like you want everyone to know what a whore you are for us. Hm?"

When he'd finished up top, he stroked his hand over your arm and down to your thigh. He gripped onto the hem of your shirt and slowly started to lift it. Your hand came to his, gripping it like your life depended on it as he continued to expose your thigh. But Tae had no way near finished winding you up yet. "Wearing tiny little panties and leaving them strewn about the place for anyone to find."

Your voice was hoarse when you spoke. You always liked pushing your limits in these situations. Maybe you shouldn't with Tae. But you tried. "You certainly found them, didn't you?"

Tae smirked and bit his lip. "Couldn't help myself. You'd left them there, taunting me. And hearing you get destroyed by the Hyungs, what was I supposed to do?" His voice dropped lower. "You smelled so good, sounded fucking amazing. How could I not get myself off to the scent of you, imagining that my face was in between those filthy thighs of yours and unravelling you with my tongue, huh?"

"Fuck."

His hands hooked into your panties and started to pull them down. His movements were teasing, slow, painful. He knew you wanted him. He had an almost sixth sense about you. He had a sixth sense about everyone. He was often painted as the dumb one, but in actuality he let people underestimate him. He allowed people to think what they wanted to. It made no difference to him. He was one of the smartest people you'd met, despite his satoori and his childlike behaviour that you'd forgotten about when his hands had begun to work your pussy like he'd done it a thousand times before. Stroking your clit with such gentility.

"You really are a little slut, aren't you?" He asked, softly nipping at your chin as you opened your moth to moan. "A beautiful, greedy," he increased the pressure on your clit now to an almost painful touch. But God did it feel good. "Filthy, little tart. Look at you, creaming on my fingers." His hand that was in your hair now came to your throat, restricting your breathing only slightly. "Bet you wish it was my cock, don't you? Don't you?"

"Yes."

"You're close aren't you?"

"Y-yes, oh God, please."

"Please what?"

"Let me cum, please. Feels so good please let me cum."

He moved his hand away. "Get in my room. Now."

When he entered his bedroom, his calm resolve flushed away and he became frantic – almost animalistic. Your shirt was the only thing to be removed, him opting to leave your panties on and simply push them to the side when he'd undressed completely, rolled on the condom and wanted to be deep, deep inside you.

The stretch was, for lack of a better term, immense. He was just as long as Namjoon, but a lot thicker. He had you screaming at just the stretch, grasping onto the sheets and screaming the Lord's name.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good. Now I know why the Hyungs keep talking about you."

"F-fuck me. Tae, please, fuck me."

He thrust into you once, harshly, making you move a little up the bed, tits bouncing dramatically. "God. You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"Rip you in half?"

"God, please."

As soon as he gripped onto your waist you knew it was over for you in the best possible way. He rammed his cock into you like it was the only thing he'd been put on this earth to do.

"Still so tight after all the cocks that have been inside you. Such a good fucking girl." He grunted alongside you when he hit that sweet spot inside you. "Red looks so good on you, baby girl. You look like a soft little present. I've always loved these little panties on you baby. Fuck."

You wanted to answer him but you couldn't. He felt too good all you could think about was him inside of you, moaning his name over and over again like a mantra.

"Jungkook hasn't fucked you yet, has he?" You shook your head. "N-no. He'd be fucking unbearable if he had." A devilish smirk appeared on his face as an idea popped into his head. "What do you say we play with him a bit, huh? Let's make him see what he's missing out on, what do you say?"

You simply nodded, unable to say anything as he was still stuffing you full of his cock. He pulled out of you, just long enough for him to get his phone and open the camera. He pointed it at his hard cock, so mouth-wateringly close to your heat, and pressed record. As soon as he was recording, he shoved himself back inside you, watching him fuck you through the camera and making you scream. "God, Jungkookie, listen to her." He put his thumb to your clit and started rubbing again. "Look at her whining." He moved the camera up to catch your tits bouncing. "You gonna cum, baby? Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Who's fucking you?" When you didn't answer quick enough he spanked your clit. "Who's fucking you?"

"K-Kim Taehyung!"

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You love getting fucked by my big cock, don't you?"

"Fuck, Tae! Yes. Please can I cum? Let me cum please?"

He stopped rubbing your clit once more. "No."

"Tae please!"

"Stop your fucking whining." He tugged at your panties, pulling out of you so he could take them off you. With one hand he balled it up, slapped your face so you'd open your mouth and shoved them inside. "I don't like whiny whores."

Jungkook was surprised when he opened his phone to find a video message from Tae. Usually he doesn't check or respond to texts from the guys – he lives with them, he never felt the need. But his curiosity got the better of him, especially as he'd been woken up by Tae fucking you just next door. He was surprised to hear you go quiet, but when he got the video through, he understood why. You'd been gagged with your own underwear while Taehyung used you for his own pleasure. He watched on the screen as you squirted around Taehyung's cock, clasping down on your gag and screaming quietly as you came. Tae, for good measure, pulled your panties out from your mouth, removed the condom, and wrapped the silk around his cock jerking himself off over your body so he could cum on your stomach, and in part on your underwear. Jungkook heard Tae ask if you were okay before turning the camera off.

He couldn't quite believe it. He had heard his hyungs fuck, yeah. And of course he'd heard them fuck you. But he didn't ever imagine he would see it. His cock at stood to attention the second he saw your pretty pussy, and the way your body jiggled to the rhythm Taehyung had set. He couldn't help but imagine that was him inside of you, watching you bounce on his cock while telling him he was a good boy and that he filled you so well. He came harder than he had in a long time, his hand being a piss-poor replacement for what he could only imagine your pussy felt like. But he felt awkward. Ashamed. Broken. He'd just made himself cum while watching you get fucked. He should have seen your orgasm first hand. He should have approached you long ago. But how could he now? When, in his eyes, no virgin would be able to please their partner in the same way Tae had just pleased you.

Jungkook didn't come to you that night. Or the night after that, or the night after that. You were seriously regretting sending him that video. You knew how sensitive he was, how much he cared about you. He loved you, he admitted that himself. And yet you allowed his best friend to send him a video of you getting your brains fucked out. You felt absolutely awful, and knew that was why he was avoiding you. He would run into his room and shut the door whenever you walked into the living room. He wouldn't answer your texts or calls. You'd fucked up. Big time.

You went to his bedroom door, knowing he was in there and opened it.

Jungkook was sat on his bed, bare legs spread and a shocked look on his face as his attention was drawn to you. His hands were preoccupied with an object you'd never thought you'd see. Jungkook's penis was encased in a long cylinder... or in other words, he was using a penis pump.

[lilacmoon83]

Witness Protection

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Chapter 6: Final Stand

David's face was stony, as he stared at the monster across from them. He had a lot of nerve, expecting them to be in the same room with him, let alone break bread.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't arrest you let alone kill you right here on the spot?" David questioned. Leopold smirked.

"I am not wanted for any crimes," the old man refuted.

"That we can prove...yet," David hissed in return. Leopold chuckled.

"There will never be anything to prove, Deputy. I warn you to stop this pursuit to send me to jail," he leered.

"Don't you dare threaten him…" Snow hissed at him.

"Living so far apart is not what I wanted for us at all, Mary. It's time for you to come home. And since your husband has a certain set of skills, I can even offer him a very lucrative position in my security team," Leopold said.

"Hard pass," David refuted.

"I will never put myself or my family under the same roof as you ever again. We want no part of the evil Empire you've built," Mary said with vehemence.

"Your defiance is tiresome, my dear. I encourage you to not force my hand," he warned.

"Stop making threats. This meeting is over," David said, as they stood up and he ushered his wife out. She hurriedly pushed the stroller out and she waited until they rounded the corner for the tears to start.

"We're never going to be safe from him," she sobbed, as he took her in his arms.

"Yes we are...he's not forcing us from our home this time," he assured, as he held her. But she shook her head.

"Oh David...I want to believe that. But you know him. He probably has his goons ready to move in on this town with one phone call," she cried. He wished that he could refute that claim, but he knew she was right.

"You're right...let's go pack a few things and maybe we can be in the wind before he can send them after us," he agreed, as they hurried home.

"Okay sweetheart...let's get you changed into a better outfit for traveling," she cooed, as she put their daughter on the bed, while he was hastily packing the essentials for them and their toddler.

"We're going to go on a trip, sweetheart. But you don't have to worry, because we'll be together," she added, as she finished changing her and then bundled her up again.

"Mama…where are we going? I like it here," Emma whimpered.

"Oh, I know sweetie...I wish it didn't have to be this way. There's a very bad man after us, but you don't have to worry, because mommy and daddy will protect you," she assured, as he sighed. He hated this. He hated that they had to run, because of Leopold again.

"I'm going to confront him. This has to end," he said.

"David...no! He'll have his men kill you!" she cried, as she rushed to his side.

"I can't lose you," she pleaded and he sighed, as he kissed her passionately.

"We may never be able to stop running if we don't take a stand," he reminded. But she shook her head.

"If running means that we're together, then we run," she said, as they grabbed a few bags and prepared to leave. But were stopped dead in their tracks when Leopold appeared in their doorway, along with two of his goons that she recognized as Rivers and Carny.

"I'm afraid your running days are over, my dear," he said.

"I gave you a chance to come home, but now you have forced my hand," he added, as he motioned to the two men, who brandished their weapons and held them on the little family.

"Please don't do this…" Mary Margaret pleaded.

"You have left me no choice," Leopold said, as they were led outside.

"The woods should do, Sir. There's plenty of cliffs we can toss his body off," Rivers said, as he pressed the barrel of his gun against David's head.

"No...please! I'll do anything! Just please don't kill him," Mary Margaret sobbed, as her father grabbed her arm roughly.

"March him toward the woods. Let's get rid of him and then we will return to Seattle where we belong, daughter," he said, as they walked in silence for a while, with the only sound being the crunching leaves beneath their feet and the sounds of Mary Margaret and Emma's sobs.

"Mary Margaret…" David called back to her, as Rivers roughly moved him forward.

"David…" she called, as Emma started crying harder and her father had a vice-like grip on her arm.

"I love you...and I love Emma," he said.

"I love you...father, please don't do this!" she begged.

"I have been patient with you, Mary...but your constant defiance has led to this," he hissed, as he brought her face close to his.

"You are mine, daughter...and it's time you take your place by my side," he growled.

"The hell she is," David growled, as he shoved Rivers away and grabbed her hand, as he took off into the woods. She yelped, as bullets rang out, sailing around them and Emma wailed now in fright. David pulled her along, but then stopped when he found none other than Mayor Fiona Gold in their way, along with more of her father's men.

"I'm afraid that it's the end of the line for this charming little family," she cooed.

"You...you're the reason he knew where to find us, aren't you?" Mary accused. She smiled smugly.

"Sorry dear...but I did my research on you the moment you stepped into my town. Your don't belong here and it's time you leave," she said, as Leopold and the other two caught up to them.

"There's a cliff side nearby. Shoot him and then you can be on your way," she stated, as Rivers and Carny began to march him toward the cliff.

"NO! Please...you can't take him from me!" Mary screamed, as she tore away from her father and hurried after them, but his men blocked her way. Leopold grabbed her arm and she yelped, as he slapped her face.

"You will learn your place, Mary…" he growled, as he held her arms and looked at her.

"Oh yes...you will learn your place," he leered and she spit in his face at that.

"Any final goodbyes...because now is the time," Rivers said, as he aimed the gun at David, as they arrived at the cliff. He would be shot and then his body would fall into the river, probably never to be found.

"The day I met you was the best day of my life. I love you so much...and I love our children," he said, as a few tears slipped down his cheeks.

"You're going to lose your life for me," she sobbed.

"It would have been better if you had never met me," she said. But he shook his head.

"No...my life became complete, because of you. You're worth all this and more, you and our babies," he said tearfully, as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"If I lose my life for love...well, I can think of no better reason to die. I just regret that I won't be there to protect you anymore," he replied.

"I love you...I'll love you for eternity. And I'll find you...I'll find you in our next life or whatever is after this one," she promised. He smiled.

"I know you will...and I'll be waiting for you," he said, as he prepared to take his final breath once he heard the gun cock. But several shots rang out, before David could be shot. Rivers and Carny fell dead to the the ground. The five other goons with them sprayed bullets into the woods from where the sniper shots had come from. David wasted no time and grabbed one of the guns and picked off three more, while holding his weapon on Leopold and Fiona. The last two went down, as Rogers and Weaver emerged from the woods.

"You two really like to wait until the very last minute," David quipped, as he saw that Leopold still had a firm grip on his wife's arm.

"Stay back…" he warned.

"Let her go, you sick bastard," David growled.

"You won't dare shoot me now...not while I have her," Leopold said, as he brandished his own gun.

"Let's go, my dear...our car is waiting," he said, as he started to move away from them. Suddenly...he heard a growling and Mary tore away from him, just as a wolf came out of nowhere and began to maul her father. Mary gasped and turned away from the carnage, as the wolf proceeded to rip him apart.

"It's about time you got here," David said, as he shielded her and Emma from the sight. Graham smirked and whistled, calling the animal back to him.

"Even I noticed when a bunch of goons dressed in black are moving around town," he drawled, as he proceeded to hug them both. Mary gently peeked around her husband and saw that her father was still alive, bloodied and mangled, as he tried to get to his feet. She gasped, as she saw him crawling toward Carny's discarded gun.

"David!" she cried, as he grasped at in a last attempt to shoot her husband, but Weaver was quicker and pumped three bullets into his chest. Leopold fell back and off the cliff side, into the river. She felt herself breathing a sigh of relief at that, as horrible as it was, but considering all the things he was about to do, she decided that she was entitled to that relief.

"It's over, my darling…" he promised, as Rogers hurried over to them.

"Good to see you both are okay," he said, in relief, as he hugged them both.

"It's good to see you too...how's Alice?" Mary asked. He smiled.

"You can see for yourself. She and Roni are back at the diner," he told her, as they watched Graham cuff the Mayor.

"You are under arrest, Mayor Gold," he announced.

"You set this up," she spat at Weaver.

"I knew when I sent them here that you'd spill the secret to Leopold. You both fell for it all, hook, line, and sinker," he said, in a pleased tone.

"Wait...you planned all of this?" David asked incredulously. Rogers snorted.

"Of course you did," he deadpanned.

"Relax...you were never in as much danger as it seemed, but I couldn't let anyone else in on it if it was going to work," he assured.

"Well played, my son…" Fiona complimented.

"The district attorney will have me out in no time, though," she added.

"Wrong mother...I have enough to make sure you go away for life. The whole case is already on the way to Augusta and the police department there will be here in the morning to escort you to prison upstate for trial. I doubt it will go your way," Weaver responded.

"Wait...she's your mother?!" David exclaimed.

"How is that? She looks younger than you," Rogers added.

"Nevermind...let's get this little one and our mother-to-be back to town. Roni is probably pacing a hole in the floor of that little diner," Weaver said, as they followed him, just as his cleanup crew arrived to take care of the bodies. It was mind boggling and surreal, but it was all over now, for good. David and Mary smiled at each other, as they realized there would be no more running in their future. Just happiness and family now that the shadow of her evil father was no longer hanging over them.

"I love you…" she sniffed, as he held her close to his side as they walked. Emma was calm again and falling asleep in her father's arms.

"I love you too, my darling," he whispered, as they shared a tender kiss

"Oh my God...there you are!" Roni cried, as they entered the diner. Mary rushed to her and they shared a tight hug.

"I've missed you," Mary confessed. Roni sniffed.

"I've missed you too," she replied, as Alice ran to her father.

"Papa!" she called, as she toddled to her father and he swept her up.

"Hello starfish," he cooed, as he cuddled her.

"Well, I'm not sure what happened out there, but I sense it was quite an ordeal. I hear our town has been saved though, so dinner is on the house while you tell me the whole story," Granny announced, as they found a large table and sat down together. It felt like family again and she smiled, as Roni took Emma from her, finally meeting her properly for the first time. They sat down together and for the first time since they had left Seattle, Mary and David felt true relief. They were safe now and they were going to stay that way, for the threat hanging over them was lifted at last. Now, they could just simply be a family and in love. She rested her head against his shoulder, as they ate and drank happily with the people they considered family, including their new friends they had made in Storybrooke. This was home now and they would never have to run from it again...

[thatfanficstuff]

Bound - 11

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x OFC

Warnings: nope

***

Stefan was a good friend, and he was also a smart friend. That is to say, he dropped me off at home then promptly left. I didn’t try sneaking in. There was no point. I lived with vampires. And I was a grown woman. I was allowed to do as I pleased. Or so I kept telling myself.

Elijah came to greet me before I even had the front door closed behind me. “Hello, Cassie. How lovely to see you today.”

I arched a brow at his formal tone and his lips twitched.

“Are you mad?” came from deeper in the house and Elijah gave into his grin.

He gave me a nod and returned to the living room. I wondered how big of a tantrum Nik had thrown when he’d found my note. When he peered at me from the top of the stairs I gave him a little wave. “Hello, Nik.”

If anything, his scowl deepened. “Are you going to answer my question?”

I tilted my head. “What question?”

He narrowed his gaze and started down the stairs. “Are. You. Mad?”

I pursed my lips in thought before shrugging. “Not particularly. I’m actually in pretty good mood today. Thank you for asking.”

Elijah’s laugh drifted in from the living room though he quickly tried to cover it with a cough.

“Not angry. Mad. Insane. Crazy. What would possibly possess you to go off without either myself or Elijah?” He was doing his best to keep his voice level and I took pity on him when I saw the flash of worry in his eyes.

I sighed and put my things on the entry table. “Don’t be dramatic, Nik. I left you a note. I was with Stefan and you could have tracked my phone if you were really that concerned. I appreciate your protective streak but I had it covered.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I believe we covered this, Cassie. There will never be a time that I do not worry about you. I would appreciate it if you gave me less reason to do so.”

I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head against his chest. He held me tightly and kissed the top of my head. Finally, I pulled back to look at him. “Look, if you promise to try and give me room to breathe, I promise to be more transparent about what I’m up to. Deal?”

He hummed which I chose to take as agreement. I released him and put a little space between us. “Damon left three coffins in the house. He doesn’t know what happened to the third. He thinks Bonnie may know.”

Nik rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Of course. The witch.”

I glared at the tone in his voice. “Watch how you say that word, hybrid.”

I wasn’t buying the innocent face he pulled for a moment but decided to ignore it for the time being. He was only trying to get a rise out of me anyway. “Bonnie should be easier to track than the coffin.”

Before he could respond, the front door flew open. In seconds, Nik and Elijah were both standing between myself and the threat, whatever it may be. I couldn’t see past them so I would just have to take my cues from them.

“Our brothers insisted on seeing you. Both of you,” Rebekah said. Rather than relaxing, tension straightened the spines of the men in front of me. Super.

“Niklaus.”

“Hello, Kol.”

“I’m sure you didn’t expect to see us up and around.” Pure venom laced through the voice and put me even more on edge. Nik really needed to quit daggering his siblings.

“Actually, Niklaus was the one who insisted on undaggering you upon Mikael’s death.” Elijah was trying to smooth things between them. He never would have allowed them to stay daggered, either.

“Yes, Rebekah mentioned father’s passing. So you’ve managed to kill both of our parents now, Niklaus. You must be so pleased with yourself.” That was a new voice and I didn’t care for his attitude. Trying to make Nik feel guilty for ridding the world of Esther and Mikael was absurd.

I hadn’t thought it possible for Nik’s shoulders to get any tighter, but they did exactly that. “I did what needed to be done.”

“Oh, don’t start that. That’s your excuse for everything. You don’t get to decide what is necessary all on your own anymore, Niklaus. We won’t allow it.” That was Kol again.

When Nik and Elijah both remained silent, I was finished. I stepped out from behind Nik’s back and took in the three Originals in front of me. Rebekah’s eyes widened slightly as she took me in and her gaze darted from her brothers on either side of her before coming back to me.

“Well, hello, darling,” said the shorter of the two. He was dark. Dark hair, dark eyes and a wickedness behind his smirk that spoke of evil intentions. His eyes ran over me from top to bottom. “Who might you be?”

“This is Cassidy Grimes. She is off limits,” Nik bit out from beside me. He looped an arm around my waist and tugged me against his side.

Kol’s brows shot up. “Off limits? Since when does Niklaus Mikaelson declare anyone off limits?”

“Since Cassidy,” Elijah said. His voice had taken on a harsh edge as well.

Kol prowled closer. “Surely you realize that only makes her more intriguing.”

“Enough, Kol.” It was Rebekah that spoke this time and my eyes found hers in surprise. “Leave her alone.”

He tilted his head as if I was a puzzle he couldn’t figure out. After a long stretch where everyone but him seemed on edge, he shrugged and moved back. “Very well, sister. I was only teasing.”

My gaze moved from him to the taller, quieter brother that had merely stood observing this whole time. Catching me watching him, he gave a little bow of his head. “Finn Mikaelson.”

Of everyone in his family, Nik had spoken the least about the eldest brother. I had no reason to dislike him, but I did just the same. Something about the man just didn’t sit right with me.

“Perhaps we should move into the living room and discuss this like a civilized family,” Elijah suggested.

I pressed my lips together to keep the smartass remark that was on the tip of my tongue from coming out. Being bitchy when I had my powers was one thing. Powerless, I’d rather not tempt trouble.

Nik steered me into the living room. Heat flooded my body and I came to an abrupt stop. My stomach twisted and I felt as if I would vomit at any moment. The room began to spin around me making me feel that much worse. My hand groped blindly looking for purchase, though Nik quickly grabbed mine with his own. “Cassie? What is wrong?”

The panic in his voice led me to believe that I must look about as bad as I felt. I opened my mouth to answer and everything went black.

***

Later I would learn that Nik caught me before I hit the ground. He laid me on the ground and knelt beside me as he tried to bring me around while the others looked on helplessly. Just as he was about to take me to a doctor, he heard a voice he had hoped to never hear again.

“Niklaus.”

He froze, my hand still gripped in his and refused to look up. Seeing her would only make all this more real.

“Mother,” Rebekah breathed out, denying him the ability to ignore the ghost in his presence any longer.

He remained knelt beside me as he looked up slowly to meet Esther’s piercing gaze. Unfortunately, she wasn’t a ghost at all. She was as solid as the day he ripped out her heart. She crossed the space between them and glanced between him and me. “Do you know why I am here, Niklaus?” she asked.

“Because you’re a dumb bitch that doesn’t know when to stay to dead?” he answered without thinking, his focus not easily pulled away from me in my distress.

Esther smacked him, the impact stinging his cheek and sending fury flooding through him. Elijah placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder to keep him calm, lest he forget she was more than their mother. She was the Original witch.

Nik and his mother glared at each other a moment longer before she shifted her gaze to me. “The poor child. Whatever has happened to her?” She sounded concerned, but the small smirk on her face did not go unnoticed by either Nik or Elijah.

***

Bound: @deadmanwalked @the-doctor-9-10 @kawaiirepublic @xlosttdreamss @tkdgirl2012 @cacti-succulents-andlesbians @killerheelsanddullknives @readeity @kayla-03-blog @star-incandescent  @bookwormstrawberry @lostinwonderland314 @zillahvathek @kayluera

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[tanjamikaelson]

LOVE FOR ETERNITY - PART 32

MASTERLIST

PART 32: | DANCE QUEEN |

・ • ・ • ・

There are objects of affection

That can mesmerize the soul.

There is always one addiction

That just can not be controlled.

You are mine, all mine, you are mine.

・ • ・ • ・

AMSTERDAM

More than a month ago Rebekah told them that Klaus left for New Orleans and that he finally believed them when he saw Marcel with his own eyes. Now he is trying to get his city back and become a king again, just as Kol and Natali expected. And Elijah was also with him, still trying to lead him down the right path.

Kol woke up, eyes getting used to the surroundings around him. In a haze, he glanced at his girlfriend beside him in this fancy hotel room they were currently residing in and another dead girl from last night snack, lying on the edge of the bed.

He sat up in the bed, eyes turning toward Natali as she too began to wake up. Kol watched as her eyes started to come back to life.

 - “Hey. Darling..”, Kol smiled at her lazily. “You wanna go for another round?” His hand trailed down her chest.

 - “What? No, not really, let me sleep.” Natali mumbled in a sleepy voice, while she pushed his hand away in the space between them.

 - “Come on, love. Last night was spectacular.” Kol strung out the last word for effect.

 - “You’re right. Having all that drugs and alcohol in me made it amazing and if I’m mundane I would probably be dead, so let me sleep until all of it is out of my system.” Natali told him, turning herself on the stomach.

 - “What a better way to get it out of your system then to have more fun?” Kol questioned, devilish smirk appearing on his face as he watched her naked body in front of him.

 - “God. Do you ever get tired.” Natali remarked briskly.

 - “I don’t.” Kol replied, seeing that she already fall back to sleep.

He learned better than to wake her up when she wants to sleep after not having sex for almost a week so he let her to sleep this off. He still wasn’t sure how she managed to resist him, but she did.

⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡

Kol and Natali were walking through the streets of Amsterdam, enjoying the summer weather that Netherlands city was experiencing. During the day Amsterdam was completely different to what Kol had seen at night. It was strange - even though he had set foot on the same path just a night ago. The glowing, neon lights that screamed sex were gone, replaced by the sun, which made everything look clean and bright.

Natali also liked Amsterdam, this of course wasn’t her first time here. She liked the canals, liked the small streets leading to who knew where and most of all she liked the people, of better say how they taste.

Natali paused for a second, her foot halfway in the air. Then she took a step back.

 - She took a better look at the inside of one bar they just came upon, “Is that Rebekah?” she asked, seeing a blonde girl in the distance that looked a lot like Rebekah.

Kol’s gaze looked at the same direction as hers and instantly with a grab of her hand he confirmed that in fact it was Rebekah. He opened the door of the bar and they walked in, holding hands tangled together.

Kol eyes glanced over the people at the bar, before they headed towards Rebekah. When they were few feet away they saw that she wasn't alone, Matt Donovan was sitting across from her and they seemed like they just finished their drinks. The two of them stood up from their table just when Natali and Kol came.

 - “Sister, fancy seeing you here.” Kol remarked looking at his sister with an amused smirk on his face.

 - “Kol.” Rebekah exhaled, looking at her brother.

 - “Why didn't you tell us you will come here?” Kol asked her.

 - “I don’t need to inform you where I’m going.” Rebekah replied grumpy.

 - Kol chuckled looking down for a brief moment, “I mean you probably saw on social medias that we are here. But you didn’t called us to hang out.” he told her.

 - Rebekah rolled her eyes, “I did saw. And I didn't expect to came upon you two in this big city.” he spoke quickly.

 - “Ouch Rebekah.” Kol laughs, “We’re not that bad company.”

 - “I’m just still annoyed by you.” Rebekah replies.

 - “We should go.” Matt dares to speak, when he noticed that Kol might change his mood. He takes Rebekah’s hand to drag her away, but he was stopped when suddenly Kol violently smashed a bottle on the edge of a table and holds up the jagged remnant in his hand. The two of them jumped in fright. Rebekah knew how dangerous Kol can be when he is becomes angry. He becomes unpredictable.

 - “You’re not going anywhere.” Kol replies, then he smirks at his sister, “I see you finally got the quarterback to pay attention to you.”

 - “Kol please, don’t make a scene.” Rebekah snapped at her brother.

 - “It makes me angry that you can't get over the fact that you won't have a cure.” Kol shot back, “Not to mention ignoring my texts. We were just trying to protect you, like we always do.”

 - Rebekah shakes her head, “I don’t want to talk about it now.” she told him firmly.

Kol nodded, smiling bitterly.

 - Then he turned his attention towards Matt, “How's the throwing arm, champ?” he asked, before he threw the broken bottle at Matt’s shoulder.

Matt groans in pain, bringing his hand up towards the broken bottle.

 - “Kol!” Rebekah screamed, “Don’t ask me ever again why I don't want to forgive you.” she told him.

 - “You care more about this pathetic human than me.” Kol snarled.

Natali exhaled a deep breath. If she knew he would snap like this, she would never mention that she saw Rebekah.

 - “Personally I think he is just using you, like very other men you ever fell in love with.” Kol continued, his glare fixed on Rebekah.

 - Rebekah shoot him an angry look, “You’re unbelievable.” she hissed.

Then Rebekah and Matt left, Kol wanted to go after them, but Natali stopped him not wanting to make his sister even more mad. She knew how much Kol is upset because Rebekah doesn't want to forgive him as easily as she forgives Klaus. So it’s best if he doesn't piss her off even more than he already did.

The two of them stayed at the bar. They ordered drinks and were sitting in silence, until they didn’t heard an unfamiliar voice behind them saying, “Whether my eyes are deceiving me or you’re really the infamous queen of Saint Tropez? “

 - They both turned to look at the guy behind them, “And who are you supposed to be..?” Natali questioned, raising her eyebrow.

 - Guy smiled slightly, “No one. I just wanted to say I enjoyed watching you dance in that club called “Eternal Night” he told her, remembering that night.

 - “What?” Kol suddenly burst out, Is that what you were doing while I saw in the box?” Having other guys watch you dance? he questioned, becoming angry again.

 - Natali sighed and ignored him so she can get rid of the guy who just ruined her night, “How is that you’re alive? We kill every human that takes a step into that club?”

 - “Well apparently I had some vampire blood in my system.” The guy told her.

 - “Are you even listening to me?” Kol asked, a bit louder.

 - Natali looked at him, “Yes, they watch me dance, but we also kill everyone. This one is just an exception since he became a vampire.” she told him.

 - “Then I think I should kill him.” Kol spoke, standing up from his bar chair.

This was just the thing he needed after seeing Rebekah with Matt, who he despised as much as the rest of the Mystic Falls gang.

 - The guy backed away, “I-I don’t want any trouble.” his voice was shaky.

 - “And I don’t want guys hitting on my girl.” Kol told him dangerously.

 - “I didn’t realized that you two are together.” The guy spoke quickly.

 - “Well we are, mate.” Kol tells him, grabbing onto the collar of his t-shirt.

And a moment later Kol had chucked the man across the bar. He hit a far wall before falling to the floor.

Before he stood up from the ground Kol zoomed towards him and plunged his hand into his chest, grabbing a hold of his heart.

 - “Please, do-” The guys opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off as Kol ripped his heart out of his chest. He dropped the heart onto the floor and heard Natali’s voice behind him, “Could you be more jealous?”

 - Kol turned towards her, smirking he said, “You didn’t dance for me for a long time.” he reminded her, “Maybe you could redeem for allowing others to watch you dance while I’m not around to kill every one of them.”

 - Natali grinned, “It would be my pleasure.” she told him seductively and bit her lower lip slowly on a naughty grin.

⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡

As they walked into their hotel room, Natali pushed Kol onto the sofa. Then walked towards her laptop to find a song she can dance to. She pressed a play button and the song “Meg Myers - Desire (Hucci Remix)” began.

Feeling the music she closed her eyes and brought her hands up, touching her hair. She started out slow, swaying her hips.

Feeling the music she closed her eyes and brought her hands up, touching her hair. She started out slow, swaying her hips.

When she looked at him her eyes slanted with a glint of evil and seduction. She walked up to him and started dancing in front of him, almost but not quite between his knees. Everything she did was mesmerizing. Kol watched as she danced her dance with a smirk at his ‘excitement’.

・ • ・ • ・

I wanna feel YOU, I want it ALL.

I wanna feel YOU, I want it ALL.

I want it ALL,

I want it ALL.

・ • ・ • ・

Kol planted his hands on her tights and vowed to keep them there. She didn't just dance, she undulated, upper torso moving in the opposite direction to her gently swaying hips.

Her arms reached teasingly towards him, fingers moving as if to wave through his hair, almost but not quite touching him. He held his breath, hoping, but then she backed off a step.

・ • ・ • ・

Baby, I want to touch you,

I wanna breathe into your will.

・ • ・ • ・

Then started dancing again, eyes half closed as if she heard some mysterious inner rhythm more seductive than the song that was  playing in the back of the room with a bit of a dark vibe. Those endless legs, arched to a beautiful shape by her high heels, begged for the touch of his hands. She was supple as silk, he could see it, yet warm, soft and living. Carved exactly where she should be. Her nipples trust provocatively under her t-shirt at him, as she shimmied, moving closer and closer.

・ • ・ • ・

See, I gotta to hunt you,

I gotta to bring you to my hell.

・ • ・ • ・

And then she was right in front of him again, just inches apart. She moved herself onto his lap and slowly in the rhythm with the sexy tempo she was brushing herself against him.

It took every ounce of willpower he had, but he managed not to touch her. He loved when she leads the foreplay.

・ • ・ • ・

Baby, I wanna fuck you, I wanna feel you in my bones.

・ • ・ • ・

She rubbed herself against him, letting him feel the soft warmth of her breaths and then moved away again, dancing lazily while they watched each other in the dim light. He looked at her with a hunger flashing through his eyes and she smiled devilishly at him.

Kol gestured for her to come closer, but she shook her head with a half smile, before reaching her hands behind her back so she can unzip her skirt. He blinked as he watched her skirt hitting the ground.

・ • ・ • ・

Boy, I'm gonna love you, I’m gonna tear into your soul.

・ • ・ • ・

Few seconds later she walked back towards him. She placed her palms on the sides of his neck and straddled his hips on her knees to sit on his lap. She leaned forward and with the tip of her tongue she licked the spot on his neck just below the ear - the moist sensation making him aching for more.

・ • ・ • ・

Desire, I'm hungry, I hope you feed me.

・ • ・ • ・

She heard him suck his breath in and he reached with his hand for her shirt, but she pushed them down placing them onto her hips. Kol slid his hands lower and squeezed her butt, the pads of his fingers stroking along the hem of her panties and and she let out a soft moan into his ear.

・ • ・ • ・   

How do you want me, how do you want me?

・ • ・ • ・

Natali lowered herself fully onto his lap and immediately felt his hardness. The heat that met her, made her ache. So hard.. she rubbed herself against him to ease it. Their eyes met, ablaze.

When their lips jointed, it was as if they were on fire. They kissed hard, as she slid her hands  under his t-shirt, exploring his perfectly shaped abs. Kol could feel the firmness and warmth of her breasts against his chest.

・ • ・ • ・

How do you want me, how do you want me?

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She tugged on his t-shirt and breaking the kiss she pulled it over his head. Then she kissed down to his jaw and then onto his neck, teasing him with brief sweep of her mouth. Kol tipped his head back and stifled a groan. She gazed her finger over the other side of his neck and then buried them into his hair. His groan escaped him this time, the feel of her nails against his scalp.. too good to contain. She sighed, her breath skimming hotly over his throat, and continued to kiss and suck it, driving him wild with the desire to feel her fangs pressing into his flesh. Knowing exactly what he wants, she bit his neck. The familiar taste of his blood washed into her mouth. At the same time, she ran her flat hand firmly down his chest and abs to the buckle of his jeans. She cupped the bulging denim pushing out the zip.

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Boy, I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue.

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Suddenly she was standing in front of him again, bringing him back to reality for a brief moment, before she took off his jeans in one quick movement and leaned forward kissing him with feather light kisses down his chest as she slowly dropped her knees onto the floor. She gently kissed his stomach as she slipped her hands around his waist and pulled his down the sofa slightly. She gently kissed his stomach again, her hot breath against his skin making him moan louder. She gently, partly removed his boxers to reveal him underneath. He moaned heavily, as she ran the tip of her tongue up the length of him then took him in her mouth. She sucked gently, as he threw his head back and writhed with ecstasy. She held him tighter in her hand and sucked a little harder. She took the entire length of the enlarged shaft into her sensual mouth, holding it a moment before sucking it, then forcefully running her tongue over it, in turns. He was trembling all over in pleasure, his breath uneven as sweat stood out over his entire body. She was bringing him closer and closer to his much needed release. But as he was near the edge of his completion, she slowed down the licking and sucking, cruelly drawing out in pleasure and finally removed his shaft completely from her mouth.

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I wanna feel YOU, I want it ALL.

I wanna feel YOU, I want it ALL.

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Kol’s eyes had been closed in ecstasy but now he opened them, giving her a pleading look. Then he grabbed her chin and pulled her to be the same face level with him before hungrily capturing her mouth with his, tearing her panties from her body with one hand and ripping his nails into her back with other.

She straddled his hips again and took his cock in her hand and guided him in - both of them letting out a loud moan as she pushed down on him. They kissed passionately as she moved slowly to begin with, almost tesing him with her hot flesh. Kol finally got a chance to take off the last piece of clothes off of her body and then ran his fingertips over her nipples, she gasped and pushed a little harder.

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DESIRE, I'm hungry I hope you feed me.

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He leaned forward and teased her nipples with his tongue. She moaned and bit into her lip, before she felt his fangs bit into her breast, just above her nipple. She arched her back, letting out a moan as overwhelming pleasure swept over her. He kept her in a tight hold as his tongue laved her nipple while he drew on her blood.

Kol growled as her hands curled into his hair. He ran his hands up her back to her shoulders and dug his nails in deep, pulling her down harder and faster. Then released his bite on her breast and lifted his head to meet her gaze. Leaning closer to her, his mouth brushed over hers as he spoke; Cum for me, darling.

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I wanna feel YOU, I want it ALL. I wanna feel YOU, I want it ALL.

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Natali nodded slightly, almost not noticeable. Just a moment later Kol kissed her deeply as he started rapidly thrusting into her. She dug her nails into his shoulder as he pushed her over the edge, then broke the kiss letting out one last moan. Once more he pulled her down hard on him, as they both exploded with ecstasy.

Natali placed her head onto his shoulder and they held each other tight as they both caught their breath.

 - Kol slowly and gently moved her hair behind her ear, then whispered in a husky voice, “You’re the best, darling.”

 - Smile swept over Natali’s face, “I know, love.” she paused and chuckled; And besides you don't know about the others, since we been together for eight hundred and sixty years.

Kol chuckled lightly and as he didn't say anything right away Natali pushed herself  against his chest, “You haven't been with another woman, have you?” she asked looking straight into his cheerful eyes.

 - “No, darling.” Kol shook his head quickly answering, “Why would you even think that?”

 - “Just checking.” Natali replied dryly.

 - “But you have.” Kol spoke and she narrowed her eyes at him, “You’ve been with other guys while I was in the box.”

 - Natali bit the inside of her cheek, before looking down, “Well I’m going to get a shower now.” she told him changing the subject. Knowing that it won't lead to anything good, “Are you coming?” She asked him as she lifted herself up.

 - Kol grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto him, “You’re changing the subject.” he stated.

 - “I don't want to fight with you, because of some stupid things.” Natali told him firmly, trying to stand up again, but he didn't let her.

 - “It’s not a stupid thing, but okay I understand.” Kol spoke, moving his hands up and down her back.

 - Natali quirked her eyebrow, “You do?”

 - “Yes. I would do the same if you were in a box for three hundred years.” Kol told her.

 - Natali felt hurt in that moment, probably less then Kol was, but she kept a straight face, not showing it, “Well now that we discussed that, let’s get a shower.” she told him briefly and when he loosened his tight grip on her she pulled him towards the bathroom.

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A\N: This was HOT, wasn’t it? 😂 I wrote this months ago and now while I was reading it I was like “Oh god did I really write all of this?” I hope no one felt too uncomfortable.