#⠀⠀％✶﹑⠀⠀ ( NOTHING BUT VARIETY ) ﹕⠀ davina

[viriditic]

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[supercharmed-forever-mine]

Does anybody have any fan fiction recommendations from AO3 or fanfic.net that I can download as I am taking trip to small town USA on the 18th of February and will be there several days without internet. So I need some downloadable material to read while there and on the 8-hour trips there and back to my hometown.

Here is what I'm looking for:

Does not matter the age of the fanfic as long as it's good

Preferably at least a minimum of 10,000 words. I have no maximum. But the most I've read in one go is about 205,000 words over the course of two to three days.

I will accept one shot if concepts are excellent

Preferably limited smut, especially amongst the legacies/Victorious fanfictions since they're considered underage, but if there's a little it is okay.

I don't care about drinking or drug use.

I love alternate universes, especially human/ non-power ones or ones based on popular movies, time travel (past or future), supernatural beings, and finally enemies to lovers or any variety of that trope .Truthfully I eat those types of fanfictions up. They are my shit 😍

Here are some of my No-no's:

Rape or non-consent / Incest- This is a mega trigger for me.

Ultra graphic/Pure 24/7 smut- basically I'm down to know how someone fucked someone real good in a couple different chapters. But for the love of everything I don't want 40 chapters straight of them going to town on each other. You know keep it tasteful for the most part.

Polyamory- I don't want people dating multiple people. I like monogamy. But it's okay if there's multiple couples and or a love triangle going on, especially if it involves a bet or something. I love that shit!

No girl penises- I have nothing against it. It just has not been my cup of tea in a long time. Though I have not seen many of those in the fandoms I'm going to list.

Here is the list of fandom/ ships I am looking for:

Supergirl

Supercorp- I want them to be the main ship, however other ships of course are allowed. And I ship Alex with Maggie /Kelly/and or Sam especially. And I do not care if it features Mon-El/ Mike Matthews He can be an ex or a friend I'm not biased if he's in it.

Also, I especially love anything centered around season 5 during the ultra angsty part of their relationship.

TVDU

Also, I will accept any crossovers of any combination of the shows.

Legacies- Hope and Lizzie and or Hope and Josie. Any other couples are welcome in the subplot or as Ex's/Used in flashbacks. Also, if hope is with Lizzie then Josie is allowed to be with anybody else but preferably women. Bonus points if it's Penelope because she stole my heart in the limited screen time she had.

Vampire diaries- Damon and Elena, Bonnie and Enzo, Caroline and Klaus

Anything with Katherine in it

Other couples/ friendships are acceptable too. However, I would prefer it if those 4 couples mentioned above are the main ships /end games.

The originals- I loved the show however I wasn't really into it shipping wise. So we will stick with the basics. Klaus and Cami, Marcel and Rebekah, Elijah and Hayley,Davina and Kol, and finally Freya and Keelin.

Here are acceptable crack ships from all three shows. Y'all can hate me but it is what it is:

Elijah and Elena

Elena and Rebekah

Elena and Katherine (and yes, this is my only exception to the incest rule because they are so far apart on the family tree)

Glee

Faberry- This is the only main couple I will accept however any other couples can be used as a subplot or plot device.Ex: in cases of amnesia or time, travel and main couple goes back to who they were originally dating before getting back together at end. And bonus points for any pezberry friendships or brittanna as the other main ship. Fanfics.

Charmed (2018) And Charmed (1998)

I have no preferences for the charmed 1998 on ships but main ones would be appreciated. Bonus points though for any of the following: the whole evil future Chris/ Wyatt thing, Phoebe/Billie fanfics, and anything with Prue coming back from the dead.

Also I have only seen up until the 1st couple episodes of season 4 but generally know what happens after. But I would probably enjoy it more if it was from the first three seasons when Macy was alive.

Abimel- This is the main couple that I want fanfics for. However, other couples are acceptable too.

Also any season 1 fanfics are cool too involving Mel/ Niko. And I prefer Jordan over Parker for Maggie. Though I did like season 1. Parker. Also, any Maggie/ Lucy fanfics that'd be neat because that was always my crack ship.

Dickinson- sorry I ran out of colors to highlight. For this show. Obviously only Emily and Sue.

Also a special shout out to Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Netflix's Wednesday, and wynonna Earp if you have any fanfics related to them That would be much appreciated as well.

These shows are my roots and therefore are my heart so I will accept them as well:

Once upon a time

SwanQueen- I only want this main couple but any other couples included are cool.

Victorious- of course Tori and Jade as main couple but same rules as other shows.

Pretty Little liars- The one and only Emison as the main couple. But other couples are allowed bonus points for Aria/spencer. Though all main characters are allowed to be involved in fanfic.

Thank you. If you read through all this crap, any suggestions are welcome to drop them below and I will see if they tickle my fancy.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                       Davina Kim, who is known by no other name,                              a 21 year old daughter of Xi-Wangmu.                         She is a pharmacist at Asclepius General.

FC NAME/GROUP:  Winter, AESPA CHARACTER NAME: Davina Kim AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: January 1, 2001 PLACE OF BIRTH: Maui, Hawaii OCCUPATION: Pharmacist at Asclepius General, Trauma and Healthcare Centre HEIGHT: 164cm WEIGHT: 55kg DEFINING FEATURES: A small cowlick in her right bang that she can never control.

PERSONALITY: Despite her father’s limited interest, the staff that raised her developed a woman compassionate, loving, and full of positive energy. Davina remains upbeat no matter her struggle, and she always wears a smile on her lips. The demigoddess cares deeply about her friends and patients, and she wants everyone to live a life of comfort to the point that she willingly takes on their pain and suffering for them. This desire to please everyone makes her susceptible to being used and taken advantage of, but she has several level-headed friends who she trusts and takes their advice no matter how hard it is.

HISTORY: For a man driven by science, the daughter left on her doorstep was an enigma. She was attached with a letter and covered in red, Chinese silk that etched the story of the gods. It seemed an extravagant act by a woman out for his money, and he had nearly left her there until he read the note and a familiar scent rushed his senses.

Yet, the man of many pursuits came with pockets full of money. While he still thought the mentions of godliness in the letter was far-fetched, he was not one to abandon someone as defenseless as the child before him. So, he sent the child away to a vacation home he did not care to lose with a team to tend to the child. To him, it was charity, but for her, it was an oddly welcomed existence.

Deep in the lush island of Maui, the child came into the handling of the family’s staff, naming her quickly Davina. It became very apparent as the year passed that Davina was nothing like her father. The staff and neighbors fell in love with her kindness and tender nature. As she grew into a teenager, she developed a knack for cultivating the natural land and using a variety of it to help heal her “family” with much ease and astonishment.

To the demigoddess, her father was a shadowy figure with control over her life. Her staff had certain rules she must follow, while he still provided her with the best items and education. She would struggle to stop resentment from growing, knowing still she had a better life than those around her.

Yet, that all unraveled not long after she finally turned an adult. Her successful father ran a chain of successful businesses throughout the United States, and a CEO of a partnering business mentioned the need for a wife for his son. For Davina’s father, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get rid of the child that he wanted nothing to do with, and so after years of no contact, he finally made an appearance at their home.

Davina was far from pleased with her father’s commands. She had generated her own idyllic vision of love, and this was far from it. However, she was not able to tell her father no, far too meek and insecure to take the plunge. She had years of luxury and ease due to him, and she did not know what might happen if she rebelled.

However, a beautiful woman would ultimately disrupt her father’s plans. The panicking bride would be stopped by a heroine on a motorcycle who gave her the ability to finally make her own decision just moments before she walked down the aisle. And, that decision was the flee, back to the house just long enough to grab a few stray necessities and the silk blanket that she had stolen from the staff many years ago. And in her hurried moving, a letter slipped out that she barely managed to catch. A few words later she was confused. A story of myth, she presume. However, her new friend seemed to make sense of it for her, and she was on the way to a place she could call home.

PANTHEON: Chinese CHILD OF: Xi-Wangmu POWERS: Davina is skilled in tending and cultivating plants whose specific purpose is to heal and treat injuries and illness. Knowledge regarding these plants are innate, as are the combinations she needs to be able to make specific ointments and antidotes. Her healing powers are further than plants, able to heal infections of various degrees. Yet, this pulls from her energy levels with larger infections even causing small colds. Her abilities with healing have benefited her as well, slowing her aging process and slowly growing in strength as she ages. STRENGTHS: Compassionate, Intelligent, Warm WEAKNESSES: Sensitive, Overly trusting, Naive

[thatfanficstuff]

Sweet as Pie - Elijah

Pairing: Elijah x Reader

Warning: nope. It’s fluffy. Feel the fluff.

A/N: This was not on the list. Blame heythereelejah on wattpad. Elijah could not be tamed. That makes this sound dirty. It’s not. Maybe it should be.

***

Just one normal day, that was all you wanted. Not even a whole day. You just wanted one meal. One dinner with the people you considered family. No interruptions, no drama, no distractions.

You texted or emailed the invitations and one by one the responses came in. For once, everyone could get together on the same day. You spent weeks planning the menu and two days preparing what you could ahead.

It was five hours before dinner was to be served when you received the first call. Kol and Davina had something else come up. “Another time though, darling,” the Mikaelson had said and hung up before you could even respond.

You were a little disappointed but two less people would hardly put a dent in your numbers. You took their place settings from the table and put everything away. But as the afternoon went on, the guestlist whittled away and the table grew emptier. Eventually, you took the extension out and made the table smaller. 

When Damon texted to tell you that he and Elena had taken an unexpected trip out of town, that left only three plates on the table. You wiped a tear away that threatened to spill over and sighed. Damn it. You should have known better.

Truth be told, you’d been prepared for something to come up, but you’d been thinking trouble of the supernatural variety. This just seemed like everyone decided they had other things they’d rather be doing then spending time with you. Maybe you should have told them it was your birthday. As soon as you had the thought you brushed it aside. There was a reason you hadn’t mentioned it. While you wanted to spend the evening with your friends, you didn’t want them to make a big deal out of it.

Your phone rang. You bit your lip as you frowned at it. At this point you were afraid to answer. A glance at the screen told you that Elijah was calling and you sighed. The one person you wanted to spend the day with more than anyone else and even he was calling to cancel. You swiped the tears away from your eyes and answered. “Hello, Elijah.”

“Ah, Y/N. I am terribly sorry to give such late notice—”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, not really wanting to hear what he found a more appealing option than you. “Things happen. I appreciate you calling to let me know that you can’t make it.” You needed to get off the phone so you could curl up on your bed and have a proper cry.

“On the contrary. Niklaus and I both plan to be in attendance. However, we may be running a bit late. There is a rather delicate matter we must see to first.”

Relief flooded through you. “That’s fine, Elijah. I’ll keep your food warm.”

“Thank you, Y/N. We’ll see you soon.”

When the call disconnected you gave into your childish desire to celebrate by bouncing and giving a little squeal of happiness. Elijah and Klaus were still coming. Perhaps, the evening could be salvaged after all.

***

Dinner had been scheduled for six. Since everyone else had cancelled, you planned for it to be done at seven, figuring the Mikaelsons would arrive soon after. Or not.

Your gaze shot up to the grandfather clock that stood in the corner of the room for what was undoubtedly the hundredth time in the last hour. You rested your chin in one hand and used the other to twirl your wine glass. Nine o’clock.

You huffed a laugh at your stupidity. Why had you even thought this might work? You weren’t the planner, you were the tagalong. Maybe no one had wanted to come in the first place and just didn’t know how to say no. You downed the last of the wine in your glass and pushed yourself to your feet.

You kicked off the heels you’d bought to go with your new dress. Well, you thought you’d looked pretty, even if no one was around to see it. As you walked into the kitchen, you removed the pins from your hair and fluffed it a bit with your fingers. The food was easy enough to put away. It was well cooled so you simply covered everything and made space in the fridge. As you did so the pie on the top shelf caught your eye.

Two chocolate cream pies with whipped cream. Your favorite. You stared at them for a moment before grabbing one and pulling it out. Taking the cover off you tossed it aside and got yourself a spoon from the drawer. If no one was going to join you for dinner, you didn’t have to share your pie. You leaned against the counter and dug your spoon right into the center of the pan. After making certain your bite contained a bit of everything, you placed it in your mouth. Your eyes closed as the rich flavor coated your tongue. That was some damn good pie even if you did say so yourself.

Somewhere around your third bite you were interrupted by a knock on the door. You took your time strolling to the door, pie still in hand as you opened it. Elijah stood on your porch with one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around a bottle of wine. One side of his mouth kicked up in a grin as he took you in from your now disheveled hair to your bare feet. “Hello, Y/N.” His voice had a teasing lilt to it and there was a mischievous spark in his eye.

“Hello, Elijah,” you greeted before turning and walking away.

After a moment, you heard him step into the house and close the door. “I realize that I am unforgivably late, but I had rather hoped at least a few of your other guests would still be in attendance.”

You laughed around the spoon in your mouth as you dug in your silverware drawer for another one. Turning, you found Elijah leaning in your doorway, wine still in hand. You gestured for him to move and took a seat at the dining table before passing him the spoon you’d gotten for him. You sat the pie between the two of you. “Dig in, Elijah.”

He looked between the rather ravaged pie and you with his lips twitching.

“Would you like me to get the other one out so you don’t have to worry about my germs?”

“I am a vampire. I have nothing to fear from germs.”

That was a good point. You nodded and pointed at the pie with your silverware. “Eat then. If you want dinner, it’s in the fridge.”

He took a bite of the dessert and hummed in appreciation. “That is very good. Did you make it?”

“Of course.”

You were both silent as you ate a bit more.

“The wine is from Niklaus. He regrets not coming tonight, but he was rather messy when we were handling our problem. It will take him a bit to get set to rights. He asked that I inform you he will call on you tomorrow to take you for a birthday drink.”

Your head jerked up at that. “Birthday?”

Elijah’s brow furrowed. “It is your birthday today, is it not?”

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I just can’t believe you remembered. Or he did. Whatever.”

The scowl didn’t leave his face. “I assumed that was the reason you chose tonight for your dinner.”

You shook your head and took another bite of your pie. “You never cease to surprise me, Elijah Mikaelson.”

He tossed his spoon on the table and leaned back in the chair. Crossing his arms over his chest he tilted his head and studied you with a narrowed gaze. “It is not often that I feel at a loss, but when I do it always seems to be when I am with you, Y/N. There is something I am missing about tonight.”

“Actually, you didn’t miss anything, including the dinner party. You are the only guest. So, this is the party.” You made a circle with your spoon to indicate the two of you as well as the table.

He lowered his arms and straightened in the chair. “You can’t be serious.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine, Elijah. I had a very nice bottle of wine. I am eating a lovely chocolate pie and I have the pleasure of your company. It could be much worse, all things considered.”

“It could also be a hell of a lot better. I cannot believe everyone cancelled on your birthday. And then I was abysmally late. I am so sorry, Y/N.”

“To be fair, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one that actually remembered it was my birthday.”

“Surprisingly, my brother actually did remember on his own. You are permanently in his calendar it seems.”

That warmed your heart a little. At least someone cared. “Do you suppose that wine goes with pie?”

Elijah arched a brow. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. Everything goes with pie.”

You grinned. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, Mikaelson.” You placed the two unused wineglasses on the table in front of him while he opened the bottle. He poured you both a generous portion.

“I would hope my questionable taste in wine pairings is not the only reason you like me.”

You sipped the wine and hummed in appreciation. It was rich and sweet, just the way you liked it. Your gaze shifted from the glass in your hand to the Original sitting in front of you. “Are you fishing for compliments, Elijah?”

He gave a half-smile at that. “I guess that is what it sounds like, isn’t it?” His gaze became unfocused and you stayed silent as you watched him. He was contemplating something and it was best to leave him to it. Finally, he produced a box from his pocket and sat it on the table. He pushed it toward you with one finger. “Perhaps it will be easier to just give you your birthday present.”

You reached for the box with a trembling hand, excited and terrified to see what he’d gotten you. The top of the box snapped open and you sucked in a breath as the light reflected off the stone within.

A necklace with a heart shaped pendant cut from a brilliant red ruby rested atop black velvet. Encasing the stone were three bands of diamonds. If it had come from anyone else you would have assumed the gems were fake. You reached out to touch the beautiful piece of jewelry but quickly snatched your hand back before you smudged the shine. “Elijah. It’s beautiful, but I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

“See that’s unfortunate, Y/N,” he said as he stood. He lifted the necklace from the box and moved behind you. He continued to speak as he fastened the chain around your neck. “Because this heart belongs to you whether you want it or not. Much like my own, I’m afraid.”

What? He couldn’t possibly have just said what you thought he had. You tried to turn to face him, but he held you in place with his hands on your shoulders. “They’re yours, sweet Y/N.” He leaned down as he spoke, his breath tickling along your neck. “The bands signify our past, present and future.”

He released you then, allowing you to turn. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and he dropped to his knees in front of you. Both of his hands clasped one of yours. “I have lived a thousand years. I have seen nations rise and fall as their heroes faded into obscurity. I have known love and hate and desperation.” His tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “I could fill libraries with the tales of my past. And a hundred more with my hopes for the future. But it wasn’t until I met you that I realized my purpose in this life.”

Your chest was tight and your heart raced. You’d dreamed of him telling you that he loved you, but none of it could possibly compare to this moment.

He kissed the back of your hand. “Y/N, my heart has belonged to you since the day we met. Please say you’ll at least give me a chance to earn yours in return.”

His dark eyes studied you and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your free hand covered your mouth, not that it did any good. He could clearly see your grin behind the hand. You gave a little shrug. “It’s always been yours, Elijah. Even before I knew you, it was yours.”

His gaze searched you again. When he saw the truth in your words, a breathtaking smile covered his face. He surged forward and his hands cradled your face as he pressed his lips to yours. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you gasped, granting him the entrance he wanted. As his tongue swept inside, your chest heaved and your heart raced.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. “Sweet as pie,” he teased and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.  

“I love you, Elijah Mikaelson.” Your voice was little more than a whisper.

“And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Best. Birthday. Ever.

[tremendoussaladtyrant]

Who broke the circle? Elijah Mikaelson x reader S3 Ep20

Okay, so this is something new, look at me changing up the foundation of the x reader stories I write. I have finally moved on from Sirius Black. I will reiterate what I have said before and what I will say again and again, I do not proof read cause I’m lazy (Sorry not sorry!) so don't come at me for minor mistakes. Hope you enjoy this even though it is kinda short.

Storyline: The reader is the witch wife of Elijah and this is her reaction to the death of Davina.

You can only assume that being trapped in a magic circle with nothing much to do is not the most exciting pass time, hence why you have been searching for a book to read to Davina to try and quench her boredom. Davina has become one of your closest friends, even though you have not known her for the longest of time.

Riffling through the book case in Elijah and your bedroom you flick through titles, most of them old books, classics. ‘Pride and Prejudice’ always being a favourite book of yours, you decided upon it above all others. You would rather go for something more ‘upbeat’ and ‘modern’; however, books styled like that are a rarity within the Mikaelson household where the only person who really takes time to read is you husband Elijah who’s tastes tend to be of the older more sophisticated variety.

Satisfied with your book choice you begin heading downstairs, shutting the door to the bedroom as you leave it. “Davina” you call out in a sing-song voice as you all but skip to the room where Davina is being held, your excitement growing at the thought of spending some much-needed quality time with her. You have not been able to do that recently because of the troubles with Lucien. “I know it might not be your personal preference, but I did the best I could considering I live in a household of 1000 year old vampires, werewolf hybrids and what not…” You train off, not getting the response you had expected you finally come into eye sight of the circle Davina had been trapped in when you had left her. The book drops out of your hand as your eyes widen in shock and disbelief.

You are greeted with an un-welcome sight; the circle is broken and Davina is nowhere to be found. Your breath seems to catch in your throat when you see Marcel on the floor, his head lolling to the side, completely unresponsive. You doubt you have ever moved faster then you do now, practically sprinting the short distance to Marcel and kneeling at his side. You shake him and he does nothing and this is when you feel tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Marcel!” You all but scream, and resume your shaking, tears starting to freely role down your cheeks. You have never felt for desperate, helpless; you place your head onto Marcel’s still unresponsive chest and burry your face in his shirt before beginning to sob. The tears are relentless and you choke into his shirt, still whispering his name wordlessly, a silent plea for him to wake up. Oh, Marcel why won’t you just wake up? You think, wracking your brain for a positive spin to put on the situation. You don’t know for certain if Davina is gone, you tell yourself, this could all be for nothing. Your driving yourself insane with possibilities.

“Y/N” Marcel rasps, and you lift your head up from his chest looking at him, your eyes portraying the raw fear that grips your heart. “Davina… She is gone”

Those four words break you and you move away from him, towards the circle and start clawing at it, trying to make it whole again. You look up once you have managed to peace it back together and nothing happens. You scream, a gut wrenching, agony filled scream and any and all glass around you shatters. You sense Marcels presence behind you as he grips you shoulders, trying to pull you away from the circle. Your witch abilities allow you to sense his anguish and it is enough to send you over the edge as you crumple and fold yourself into Marcels arms.

“Who broke the circle?”

Part 2 containing the aftermath and the reader confronting Elijah? Thanks for reading :)

[eternityunicorn]

Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans Part Ten

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violance, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Sequel to the AU Elijah’s Eternity - Ten years have passed, a mournful Elijah has finally started to move on without his lady. In that time, he has gained a reunited family and has also found a new lady love. Yet, all is not well as danger comes for the smallest member of the Mikaelson family: Hope, and it prompts Niklaus to call upon the white goddess, drawing her back into Elijah’s life. As they reunite, can Elijah really say he’s truly moved on?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

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Three months passed by quickly since Niklaus, Hayley, and Hope went away. They had been rather uneventful and certainly quieter without the boisterous Niklaus around or the people he angered on the regular coming to seek vengeance. Not that Elijah or Kol didn’t have enemies that could come to call at any time. Still, the Mikaelson family found a moment’s peace to relax and find some enjoyment in the simpler things in life, like their lovers for instance.

Speaking of lovers, Eternity had returned alone within an hour of dropping of the little family at the Underground Agency, just as she said she would. After that, for those three months, she didn’t leave Elijah’s side, remaining with him more often than not. They spent their time talking and laughing or regaling each other with tales of their respective histories while cuddling close. Elijah would wine and dined Eternity often too, taking her to all sorts of places in New Orleans, showing her the great city he, Niklaus, and Rebekah helped build many years ago. 

He enjoyed her childlike fascination as he showed her the wonders around them. She enjoyed the liveliness of the locals and the tourists alike. Then, of course, there were those of the supernatural community that they would encounter every now and again, particularly the witches who entertained the ignorant humans with their simple tricks and whatnot. They always stared in wonder at Eternity, giving her an instinctual respect that wasn’t necessarily conscious.

It was entertaining to see the New Orleans witches humbled. They had been a thorn in his family’s side on more than one occasion since they returned to the city. So to see their smugness wiped away by Eternity was highly amusing and well deserved.

Yes, those three months had been beautiful and Elijah found himself happier than ever - a change from the ten years of misery before her return. Their bond was only growing stronger, especially since the physical intimacy aspect of their relationship had yet to be reestablished, giving them focus on their emotional ties. 

Though Elijah wanted Eternity very much, and each day it grew harder for him to hold back, he was patiently waiting until the right moment to finally give in and reclaim her body for his own as he had her heart. He was in no real hurry this time around and he had decided that the moment simply had to be perfect for sexual intimacy. Eternity didn’t seem to mind waiting either, just enjoying their time together.

At night, they would cuddle up in his big bed at night and fall asleep in each other’s arms. He simply wanted her close, even if sex wasn’t on the table currently. He fell asleep next to her and woke up with her by his side. It was everything that he wanted. He was just glad Eternity was there with him. It was a miracle that he wasn’t about to take lightly.

Then, after all that time of peace, a crisis came about to disrupt the contented peace at the Mikaelson compound. 

One night a group of ten strange immortals from the Immortal Universe came to the compound, while Elijah and Eternity were sharing a romantic meal together in the courtyard. The pair had been talking about simple things of no consequence, when they came. They were pale humanoid creatures with elongated fangs and some were armed with crudely made bows and arrows. 

“Vampires,” growled Eternity in irritation, as she got up to face them.

Elijah got up too, coming to stand beside her. “They don’t look like vampire,” he commented quietly to her.

“That’s because they’re not of your variety,” she replied, flashing him a small smile. “These ones are from the other side of the divide. They’re more powerful, stronger, faster, and certainly more animalistic. I need to take this one alone. You’re no match for them.”

Elijah wasn’t a fool. He knew his limits. “Very well,” he said in understanding as he stepped back. “Just be careful.”

Eternity nodded back at him, “Will do.”

He watched from a distance as she turned back to the her opponents, her clothes shifting into her typical battle garb of a corset and leather leggings as she did. In her hand appeared her unsheathed katana. “What are you doing here, Blaine?” She called to the one that stood ahead of the others rather casually. “Don’t you and your crew have better things to do than to be embarrassingly defeated...again?”

The vampire named Blaine said nothing. In fact, he didn’t seem to be aware. His yellow eyes were dead without emotion. He simply growled in response, before signaling for his underlings to attack.

Eternity was relaxed as these vampires were familiar to her, it would seem. She stayed perfectly still as they moved around her, spreading out until they formed a a half circle in front of her. 

Elijah could hear their animalistic growls and hisses as they prepared for an attack against her. None of them seemed to notice him standing there watching the battle unfold, which was a bit insulting really. It was as if they didn’t even register him as a threat. Maybe he wasn’t, but even so, it was a hit against his pride as one of the strongest supernatural beings on Earth. He wasn’t used to being considered inferior and it didn’t settle well with him.

Then the attack happened, distracting Elijah from his disgruntlement. Eternity moved with that almost impossible to follow precision with her blade. She sliced through two of the unarmed ones right away. Three more tried to sneak up behind her, but she was already prepared, turning on them and decapitating all of them in one swing of her blade.

There was a brief pause where the remaining four underlings were unsure if they should proceed in obeying their leader’s command. Obviously, they didn’t want to die needlessly, seeing that Eternity was stronger, more skilled, and that they were certainly no match for her. They danced about, hesitating. 

Yet, Elijah’s lady didn’t show mercy. Since they would not attack her, she went after them, killing them all with a few swift motions, leaving only the leader, the one she had called Blaine, alive. She pointed her blade at him and said, “I have defeated your minions once again. Shall you finally face me yourself or shall you run away as you always do, you coward!”

Blaine hissed and roared at her like a beast, before doing the latter and rushing off with a vampire speed that was even greater than that of Earth-based vampires. It was impressive, to say the least.

Eternity sighed as she willed the katana away and turned back to Elijah exasperatedly. “Like I mentioned to you long ago,” she said as she rejoined his side, “they like to come after me at random - the creatures of darkness. Drawn to my light, my power, just to try and stomp it out. A futile effort, to be sure, but they simply cannot help themselves. It’s a instinct that must be answered, even if it means their deaths.”

Elijah smiled softly at her, reaching out to comb his fingers though the hair along the side of her head. “I can relate,” he replied. “I too am drawn to your light, but in a different context, of course.” He chuckled.

She laughed lightly and smiled adoringly at him in return. It was sudden when her face scrunched up in pain. She groaned next and then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

He shouted her name and fell to her side in alarm with his usual finesse, though more urgent than normal. He scanned over her body, looking for any sign of injury. That was when he saw the bite mark upon her arm. It was swollen, red, and oozing a puss of a pale green color. It sort of reminded Elijah of Niklaus’s bites. If only it had been, then she wouldn’t have been affected by it. No, this was something else, something potent to an immortal of Eternity’s caliper.

Immediately, he lifted Eternity into his arms and rushed her upstairs into his bedroom, where he laid her gently on the bed. She didn’t stir at all, not a sound made either. She was comatose. He would have thought her dead, if it hadn’t been for the slight sheen of sweat upon her skin and her labored breath. 

He called for Freya, screaming her name as loudly as he could. Moments later she was rushing into the doorway, followed by Kol and Davina, whom had also heard his rather frantic call. They all gathered around the bed with concerned curiosity. 

“What’s happened, Elijah?” Freya asked urgently upon seeing the ill, unconscious immortal. 

“A vampire bite, not one from this world,” he answered quickly. “I need you to cast a particular spell that will call Lady Veren to us. She’ll know what to do.”

His older sister nodded in agreement without hesitation, “Where’s this spell?”

“In Niklaus’s art studio, there are markings on the floor,” explained Elijah. “Use them to call Veren here. I don’t know the language of the immortals that he used, but maybe you don’t need them. Just lay your hand over the markings and make the call! Now!”

Freya seemed a little uncertain, but did as he instructed, leaving the room quickly for their brother’s art studio. Kol followed her to see what he could do to help being well-studied in magic despite his vampirism, while Davina remained behind.

“Is she going to be okay?” The young witch asked Elijah, who’s attention was on Eternity’s sickly form the entire time,

“I don’t know,” he replied hoarsely, his voice full of emotion. 

Flashes of Tatia and Céleste’s deaths flew through his worried, distraught mind. Elijah didn’t want to lose another woman he loved, especially when he only just got her back. He didn’t think that he could bear it. His mind had been in a rational place at that point to remember that it would have taken a lot more than a vampire’s bite to kill Eternity. However, since this was the first time he had ever seen anything take her down, he couldn’t help but think the worst. 

Freya returned to the room a few minutes later with Kol in tow. “Well, we did our best,” she sighed. “Those runes were meant for summoning Eternity, but hopefully this Veren will get the message and come quickly.”

Elijah nodded, “Yes, let us hope she does.”

For what seemed like half the night, he stayed by Eternity’s side, as did Freya, Kol, and Davina. Those three stood around the room to wait for Veren to answer the call they had made, while Elijah sat in a chair by the bed. He had gotten comfortable during his vigil, having taken his suit jacket off and rolled up his sleeves past his elbows. He remained leaning over Eternity all the while, holding her hand in his as they waited. 

Finally Veren appeared in the doorway, looking concernedly between the two vampires and the two witches, who looked back at her with a mix of worry and relief. “You lot called?” She said as she moved further into the room.

“Yes, I did, on my brother’s request,” Freya nodded and then gestures to the ill Eternity. “We have a situation.”

Veren immediately crossed the room to her cousin’s bedside. “What happened?” She asked them.

“A vampire attack. She killed all but the leader,” Elijah explained to her. “However, she was bitten by one of them and collapsed suddenly. Tell me you can help her. Tell me that something can be done.” He was urgent and desperate.

The raven-haired immortal looked sympathetically at his pleading face. He knew he wore his worry openly, yet at that moment he didn’t care. Veren smiled softly at him and gently explained, “There’s nothing that needs to be done, Mr. Mikaelson. My cousin will recover on her own within a day or so. Vampire venom is deadly to some types of immortals, but certainly not we of the Royal Family. This isn’t the first time Her Majesty walked into a vampire fight carelessly and was bitten, probably won’t be the last either.” She laughed a little before she assured Elijah, “The point is your lady will be fine.”

Elijah breathes a sigh of relief and almost immediately began to feel foolish for not realizing what he already knew to be true. Of course, Eternity was going to be fine. Yet, he had let his worry get the better of him. 

“I’m glad that you were so worried for my cousin, Mr. Mikaelson,” Veren smiled warmly at him. “It assures me that she is in good hands with you. Your love for her is a wonderful thing, don’t ever stop loving her or worrying about her. She needs it in her duty of great risk.”

Elijah returned her smile with one of his own. “Thank you, Lady Veren. I promise to always take care of her,” he replied.

“Well things certainly turned nauseatingly sappy in here,” Kol piped up teasingly, then turned to his girlfriend. “Come along, Davina love, let us leave this realm of mushiness before it rubs off on us. I hear it can be quite contagious.”

Davina laughed lightly at Elijah’s brother’s jest, shaking her head at him, as she took Kol’s hand and let him lead her from the room.

“Glad your lady will be fine, brother,” Kol called back to Elijah as he went. “Don’t need you moping about again.”

Elijah shook his head at his younger brother’s retreating form, sighing exasperatedly and rolling his eyes at his antics. “Sometimes I think it was a mistake undaggering that one,” he grumbled teasingly, not at all meaning his words.

“But then things would be so incredibly dull without his smart mouth, brother,” Freya smirked. “Where would we be then?”

He grinned at his sister, just as Veren reached over to touch his hand that still encased Eternity’s. His attention immediately fell back to her as she told him, “I will stay here with you until she awakens. She’ll be fine, but I do have some choice words for her when she awakens about this little incident.” She smirked at him playfully.

Elijah nodded in acceptance, happy to have her company.

It was there that Freya took her leave of them, going back to her own lady Keelin now that the crisis had been resolved. 

Veren sat on the bed and watched Eternity with him for the next twenty four hours until they both heard Eternity sigh and open her eyes at last. The white-haired immortal blinked and then groaned painfully, before she sat up and realized she had the company of not only Elijah, but her cousin as well.

“What happened,” Eternity asked, “and why are you here, cousin?” 

Elijah immediately kissed her hand that still lay in his and then reached over to kiss the side of her head in his relief to see her awake. He was elated that she was alright, not that he had any reason to doubt. He knew she’d be fine.

“I was called in by Ms. Mikaelson as you had decided to go head first into battle with Blaine’s vampire gang again and got yourself bitten by one of those vermin as a result of your carelessness,” Veren wasted no time in chastising Eternity, making the immortal queen frown deeply at her in a childish pout. 

Elijah found it adorable and couldn’t help kissing her head again. “I’m glad that you’re alright, Sweetheart,” he murmured to her. “You gave me quite the scare.”

Eternity looked apologetically at him, “I’m sorry, Elijah. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You don’t deserve tenderness,” Eternity’s cousin carried on at her in irritation. “You underestimates your enemy, didn’t exact enough caution, and paid the price, worrying your lover needlessly as a result. You are no amateur, cousin, but this was the most amateurish mistake you could make. Just what were you thinking?”

The white-haired goddess groaned at Veren’s nagging tone. “Yes, Yes, cousin. I get it; bad move, need to be more careful. I understand.”she was dismissive of her cousin’s rebuke.

Elijah paid little attention to their exchange as his heart swelled from Eternity’s lack of correction when Veren called him her lover. It made him happy that she quietly recognized him as such, though he wasn’t at all surprised that she did. They were growing closer every day, all over again.

When Veren opened her mouth to say more, he noticed Eternity’s annoyance and stepped in to say to the nagging woman, “Lady Veren, perhaps now isn’t a good time for correction. Your cousin did just awaken.” He was diplomatic in his tone.

The fuchsia eyes woman sighed heavily and nodded, “Yes, I suppose not. Take care of her, Mr. Mikealson. Be sure to keep her from further recklessness. I’m sure she’ll listen to you.”

Eternity scrunched her face up at Veren in response, while Elijah chuckled and agreed to Veren’s instruction of him regarding her stubborn cousin. That sour expression turned on him when he did and it only made Elijah chuckle at her and kiss the palm of her hand in affection.

Eternity’s cousin sighed and said her farewells to the two of them.

Once Veren vanished from the room, Elijah turned his full attention on Eternity, reaching to cup the back of her neck and kissing her lips tenderly in his continued relief that she was alright. He smirked inwardly as she sighed and melted against him, reciprocating his attentions eagerly.

With reluctance, he eventually pulled back, beckoning her to lay back. “You need to rest, Sweetheart,” he murmured to her, as she did as he silently requested. “Regain your strength. I’ll be right here with you.”

Eternity smiled at him softly, nodding in acceptance of his suggestion. Then slowly she closed her eyes again, this time in a gentle sleep.

Elijah remained ever vigilant, watching over the sleeping immortal, until he was unable to hold back from sleeping himself. He gingerly climbed into the big bed beside Eternity when the need for rest came over him. Pulling himself close to her sleeping form, he cuddled her to him. Quickly did Elijah fell asleep, contented and so very happy.

To Be Continued....

[sanelisiwe-ngcobo]

What client centered means to me

According to Parker,2012 client centered is an approach that  includes the client and therapist coming together to empower and fulfil a client’s occupational roles in a variety of environments.it further looks at joint goal setting and evaluated client satisfaction. A client plays an active role in his/her treatment with the therapist being supportive and allowing the client to express themselves freely without the therapist being directive,Roger,1959. Client centered practice in OT means that OTs show respects for clients and involve the client in decision making, they advocate with and for the client’s needs recognizing the client’s experience and knowledgehttps://www.slideshare.net/StephanvanBreenenCli/occupational-therapy-framework,page 68)

To me client-centeredness means that you have work to plan and implement intervention according to the client’s goals and needs. You sit down with the client and find out what their goals and needs are and use that to plan your treatment, your Treatment should take the client’s goals and needs and be merged into the treatment implementation. Treatment should always be meaningful to the client. Client centered approach should used in every treatment for successful intervention. Client centered planning means treating individuals with dignity and respect, the focus is on building strength and talents. In my first 2 weeks of fieldwork I asked my clients about their goals and needs, for my spinal cord injury client she did not have any goals that she had in mind because she thinks is too old to regain function to her maximal capacity. I then used her skills , interests and abilities plan my treatment and thought it would be client-centered as it would include things that she likes. I focused on home management since she said she enjoyed doing home management tasks for her family.  My sessions with her for the past few week were washing, folding laundry. I think that I did not set my prioritizes straight because before a person can do home management tasks , they need to be able to do basic ADLS  and self-care and that I should have started with. For my CVA client , when I asked about his goals and needs he responded “to able to do everything” which is not possible because of the impairment in function. I asked the client about his interests , skills and abilities to use them in planning Treatment. In the past week my treatment was focused on Leisure as the client spends his free time doing nothing , so I introduced him to new leisure which is playing a puzzle since  he has good problem solving skills. Every time I choose an activity to do with a client I always ask myself “will this improve the client’s function and is this meaningful ?”. I have learnt that for successful intervention as a  Therapist , one should focus on the client’s primary needs and as progress is seen then focus can be on the secondary needs , I did look at their needs but I did not prioritize for my intervention, for next week my goal will be focusing on the client’s primary needs which are the Basic ADLs, IADLs. It is important to also focus your intervention based on the client’s context and environment. For my spinal cord injury client, I did ask her about her home context and the layout and that helped me in planning my treatment by focusing on how  she will be able to do those activities In her home upon discharge. For CVA client my focus should be his retuning to work after discharge because he is able to most of the daily tasks, I neglected that for the past two weeks and I should focus on it on this week to come. As OTs part of our job is to also improve client’s function in premorbid by modifying them and giving clients assistive devices.

In the past 2 weeks I have been able to gather the client’s wishes by asking what is meaningful to them , I have written my short and long term goals to help as  guidance in planning my treatment.  I am still exploring options regarding my CVA client’s work upon discharge and finding new leisure pursuits that he would enjoy. Client’s values and beliefs influence their goals so it is important that the therapist does not reinforce any cultural stereotypes that may affect treatment/therapy.

References  

https://www.slideshare.net/StephanvanBreenenCli/occupational-therapy-framework. An exploration of client centered practice in occupational therapy : perspectives and impact by Davina Margaret Parker,2012). https://www.simplypsychology.org/client-centred-therapy.html#:~:text=Person%20Centered%20Approach&text=Rogers%20(1959)%20called%20his%20therapeutic,subjective%20view%20of%20the%20world.&text=Unlike%20other%20therapies%2C%20the%20client,her%20life%2C%20not%20the%20therapist.

[stingyfit]

Save money AND stay healthy - 7 cheap ways to get fit this year

It's possible after the excess of Christmas that the bank balance may look a little worrisome. It's also possible that you may be thinking about getting back into shape. So why not address both with our guide to getting fit this year for free:

1. Workout at home using YouTube

So long as you are comfortable jumping around like a lunatic in your living room / garage / basement, you should definitely consider using a free workout video on YouTube. This being YouTube, there is a lot of content out there and little editorial guidance. Typing "fitness video" in to the search bar will yield some good results for sure, but you will need to sift through many 2 minute "hot tips for fat loss", meal planners and similar useless clips, when all you want is someone to tell you exactly what to do with your body for 20 minutes.

No, no, no, no, NO! This is where our video reviews section steps in to showcase the best content and none of the dross. A great place to start is Fitness Blender, with hundreds of free workouts to choose from. If you have limited or no equipment, look out for "bodyweight only" workouts. You will get more out of your exercise session with a little equipment however, so check out the garage gym blog post for some ideas (don't go and buy all the stuff, just have a think about what gives you the biggest bang for your buck).

2. Create your own workout routine

If the idea of a workout video feels too restrictive, try creating your own. Or, better still do a randomly generated workout.

Random numbers. Better than the latest Davina Maccall DVD. HIIT cards are a great way to mix up your exercise. The premise is simple: turn over a card, and do the exercise featured. If you really, really want Amazon to take your money, you can pay for similar cards such as these. For those wishing to dip their toes, I've created a free set of cards on the website if you subscribe the email list. All you need is a printer and a pair of scissors. If subscribing isn’t really your thing, you can always grab the free swag and unsubscribe straight away. Not many websites would suggest this, but hey, this is not a normal website.

Print, cut, sweat. If you are serious about getting back into shape, you could do worse than enlisting a couple of sessions from a local personal trainer. Yes it costs money, but it can pay dividends in the future. Ask them to create a workout specifically for your needs. Write it down and stick it on your wall.

3. Go for a run

Almost anyone can go outdoors for a run. So what stops people? Motivation. For the newbie, the NHS’s Couch to 5k app and podcast series is a good place to start. If you run more regularly, try outrunning zombies with the popular Zombies, Run! app. Since most exercise is 99% motivation, try the best motivation of all and run as part of a group. Parkrun is the obvious front runner here, and welcomes all ability levels. You could even combine Zombies, Run! with Parkrun and pretend your fellow runners are a plague of the undead. After the Christmas period is over this won’t be difficult to imagine with some of the recently inebriated participants.

Shrewsbury Parkrun, 9am Saturday.

4. Use your phone

It turns out there is something slightly stranger than working out in front of a TV screen, and that is working out in front of a smartphone screen. A great place to start is one of the many 7 minute workout apps. Based on an article from a health and fitness journal, you do 12 exercises in a 7 minute period at a high intensity. There are plenty of freemium / premium subscription services such as Zova that will happily take your money every month in exchange for access to workout videos and programs. If you want to take it to the next level and can tolerate a certain level of mortal peril, you could try out a Crossfit-style workout of the day (WOD) app such as WOD Deck Of Cards. See the App Reviews section for more.

5. Outdoor gyms

There was a time when going to the park meant jumpers for goalposts, running away from feral dogs and finding funny water balloons on the floor. Now it means all that and do much more, with many local authorities installing outdoor gym equipment near playgrounds for the grown ups to play on.

Child not included. I've assembled a guide to taking your outdoor gym workout to the next level.

6. Cycle to work / school

The ultimate expression of frugal fitness, cycling to work is not new but many still eschew it for the bus / car / taxi.

If he can do it, so can you. If cycling in the cold winter months is a little off-putting, try wearing a skullcap underneath your helmet. This has revolutionised my winter commute and transformed me into an all-weather cycling badass, albeit of the delicate office worker variety. The one I use is by SealSkinz.

7. Create new habits

The best…actually only…New Year's resolution we have ever kept in our household is to bring our own lunch to work. That was 3 years ago, and somehow it has stuck with us, saving a whopping £2,000 per year (and that is a conservative estimate). It's difficult to pinpoint how this habit persisted where others fell, but perhaps having 2 people commit to the same goal kept us honest. That, and the crippling cost of sushi in London (£7.99 for some raw fish, anyone?).

Stop! My bank balance can't take it any more. Take the stairs. Nothing says dedication more than arriving at an important meeting a panting sweaty mess. Mrs SF has reported much success removing heels and walking up the corporate stairwell in tights. You don't need to hit the gym full pelt from day one. I recently heard a case of someone who started going to the gym for just 5 MINUTES every day, with the sole intention to ingrain the habit rather than get fit from day one and and built it up from there*. *Listen to the Mad Fientist podcast interview with James Clear: https://pca.st/episode/db419c66-2d83-466b-bfdb-22f7d622e910 Read the full article

[subtonychang-blog]

Post-Prom || Tony/Wyatt, 5.20

SUMMARY: Wyatt and Tony spend the night together after prom and experience a first together.

@sirwyattsylvester

Tony was feeling pretty amazing by the end of the night. He'd been to prom with a man he adored, danced, hung out with his friends, won an award... and his date was prom king. His smile dimmed only a bit, thinking of how wonderful Wyatt had looked in his crown, dancing with Davina. Davina, who had... been weirdly interested in talking to him, who had this air about her that screamed superiority - a lot like the girls who had laughed behind his back when he was younger, the ones who were friends with Mike but made fun of his nerdy brother. He tried to push those feelings away, trying to focus on Wyatt, on what Sebastian had told him. "So did you have a good time, Sir?" he asked once they walked into Wyatt's room, hands tangled together.

Wyatt smiled over at Tony as they went inside, having sobered up by now. "Only because of youu. Well, and the shots. And this." With his free hand, He drew the crown carefully off his head where it had been firmly set for the Last couple* of hours. "Mmm, what about you? Did you have a good time? I noticed you danced with a fair bit of people." Trying to cover a yawn, he then lifted Tony's hand and kissed it before he let go so he could start in on making coffee. "Do you drink coffee? Or do you just want tea?"

Tony smiled over at Wyatt, though the expression wasn't quite as bright as it should have been. "I had a feeling you were going to win, Sir. You do have quite the fan club," he commented. "I did, Sir, thank you. Well, apparently a lot of people did? I won Mr. Congeniality." He unbuttoned his jacket, sliding the sleek material off of his shoulders to hang by the door. "Just tea please, Sir. I'm not a huge fan of coffee. Would you like me to make it? Or help?"

Wyatt waved off the comment about his fan club. "I'm sure Silas and Sebastian were close behind. Did you vote for one or both of them, by chance? I have a feeling yes on Sebastian." He poured coffee into his maker and started it going before he looked over at Tony with a soft smile. "You did. Understandable. It's very rare when you're not congenial, my sweet." He watched Tony for a moment, wondering why he didn't seem as happy. "You tired? Definitely some caffeinated tea." He tsked, leaning against the counter. "You can make your own. I've gotten a few new kinds since you last made any, I wanted some more variety for when you came over. Keep you coming back."

Tony chuckled. "I actually voted for all three of you, so go figure. You're the three I'm closest to here." He loosened his tie slightly, trying to get more comfortable as they talked. "Thank you, Sir. I just try to be nice to everyone. Sometimes it gets me animosity but that's 1 time out of 100, so I take the risk." Tony just nodded, though he knew the insecurities in his mind would come out soon. He shook his head, crossing the kitchen to where he knew the tea was. "Oh yes. That's why I keep coming over, for the tea. However did you figure it out, Sir?" He asked, teasing, his smile a little easier this time and fond as he looked over at his handsome Dom.

Wyatt shook his head, smiling slightly. "I'm not the least bit surprised." He noticed Tony starting to get relaxed, taking things off he was wearing, and it made Wyatt feel oddly self conscious about his own clothes. Tugging at his bow tie with one hand to get it open, he huffed through his nose when he just seemed to be making it worse. "First, would you help me with this?" He gestured to the bow tie and watched Tony with interest. "You are okay, aren't you? I thought you'd be on more of a high, but perhaps you've just exhausted yourself?" He chewed his lip before smiling. "One in 100 people are fucking stupid, then. Not that that really surprises me, honestly. I'm glad you don't have worse experiences. You definitely only deserve good things."

Tony was glad for the distraction of Wyatt's bowtie from the thoughts running through his head - something along the lines of how, once again, he'd managed to be close to the most popular boys in school, almost like a defense mechanism. But he didn't say anything, merely crossed the kitchen to untangle the tie from around Wyatt's neck. "I'm okay. Just tired," he clarified, wishing it was the absolute truth. He carefully untangled the tie, setting it on the counter and smoothing Wyatt's shirt. "I have plenty of bad experiences, they just don't come from strangers." He should have moved from where he was, his hands lightly against Wyatt's chest, but he couldn't bring himself to - not when it felt so good to be close to him. "You and Davina look lovely together," he finally said, looking down.

Wyatt frowned softly at Tony's words, feeling a sadness for the submissive, and an anger that spiked from thoughts of that professor again, and wondering who else damaged the wonderful boy in front of him. "Thank you," He murmured when Tony set his bow tie aside. He unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off, hooking it onto the handle of one of his cabinet doors. "Hmm. The very picture of an ideal heteronormative prom. I'm actually surprised this institute bothers with shit like that." He exhaled, sliding his hands up over Tony's arms, up to cup his cheeks and stroke them with his thumbs. "You're not jealous of her, are you?" He asked quietly, hoping to get the boy to look at him. "I was there with you. No one else. Your date, and you, you are the one who I brought home with me tonight.

Wyatt frowned softly at Tony's words, feeling a sadness for the submissive, and an anger that spiked from thoughts of that professor again, and wondering who else damaged the wonderful boy in front of him. "Thank you," He murmured when Tony set his bow tie aside. He unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off, hooking it onto the handle of one of his cabinet doors. "Hmm. The very picture of an ideal heteronormative prom. I'm actually surprised this institute bothers with shit like that." He exhaled, sliding his hands up over Tony's arms, up to cup his cheeks and stroke them with his thumbs. "You're not jealous of her, are you?" He asked quietly, hoping to get the boy to look at him. "I was there with you. No one else. Your date, and you, you are the one who I brought home with me tonight. I even denied both my princes kisses because you were my date, favorito."

Tony knew it was stupid. Wyatt had asked him to prom. He kept telling him over and over just how much he cared. And still, Tony couldn't shake the underlying thought that something would mess this up. That he would ever look as good with Wyatt as someone else could, and the Dominant would realize that. He sighed shakily, his gaze dropped. "I know it's not my place to be jealous, Sir. You can see whoever you want. And I know... I'm sorry. I'm just being stupid," he mumbled, burying his face in his hands.

Wyatt drew him in and took his hands from his face, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. "I know it's not always simple. God knows I do. As it is, I'm going to have to really steel myself for this coming week, and enjoy you while I have you. And perhaps beg that you spend a night or two over here throughout the week. It will keep me from having some sort of desperate feeling in my gut." He sighed and kissed the side of Tony's head

Tony wrapped his arms around Wyatt's neck, clinging tightly to him. He was amazed that the Dom wasn't scolding him for being jealous - it was what happened in the past. "I don't have anything lined up for this week, Sir. I'm yours whenever you want me, as far as I know." He buried his face in the Dom's shoulder, breathing him in.

Wyatt nodded to Tony's words. "But you will, most likely. To get those points. Because the faster we get those points, the faster we can-" He flushed slightly about how he had been going to say get their claim as if there was nothing to it. As if Tony had already agreed. "I mean- I want a cat, and I probably need a job if my mother is going to cut me off, because suits and shots do not come cheaply." He shook his head, swallowing before he ran his hand through Tony's hair. "You were a wonderful date tonight. By the way. But yes, I want you to come sleep over periodically. Try to keep the number of sleepovers after scenes low, if possible. I know I get a little crazy otherwise."

Tony. nodded. "I will, Sir. I need to get a job too, my dad's grumbling about me earning my keep. A cat? You want a cat?" Momentarily distracted from his mood, he smiled brightly at Wyatt. "I love cats, Sir. I'll help you take care of it whenever you need, I promise," he said eagerly. With a soft sigh, the sound a little more relaxed, he nodded. "I will, Sir. Do you still want me to come sleep over even if I have just come from a scene? Because I... I'd really like that, Sir," Tony said with a shy, hopeful look.

Wyatt looked at Tony, his bright smile making Wyatt's stomach do a flip, especially since he hadn't realized how much he was missing it until that point. "Yeah, I do want a cat. I'm eager about it. Do you know how to take care of cats? I mean, I'm sure I'll have to do a little googling here and there, but your help would be appreciated." Leaning in, Wyatt brushed his nose against Tony's after the latter had graced him with that hopeful look, giving him a few soft kisses on the lips before he nodded. "Yes, even then. Might pop you in the shower first if it was sexual, or a bath if it made you sore, but I definitely want to be the one that gets to hold you at night."

Tony. smiled and bounced lightly on his toes, delighted at the thought of maybe getting to help with Wyatt's future pet. "I don't, but I'll learn. I've never had a cat but I've always wanted one. I'll help however I can," he promised. His chest tightened happily, body curling closer in the midst of such a tender moment. "That's understandable, Sir. Being in your arms, waking up next to you... I love that, Sir. I feel so safe and... so good," he whispered, stroking the Dom's neck lightly.

Wyatt shook his head. "Me either, really. My mother wasn't too keen, if I'm honest. But I always loved them. That little trill some of them do. And the purring, gotta love the purring." He smiled to himself and rubbed a hand over Tony's back. The words made him sigh, a contented sound, and the stroking of his neck certainly didn't hurt either. In fact it made him shiver and close his eyes. "I want you to always feel safe with me." Opening his eyes again, he looked down at him and searched his face. "C'mon, though... we need caffeine, because I definitely don't intend for that plug's prep to go to waste."

Tony. was kind of enchanted that such a strong man like Wyatt wanted a cat. "And they're so soft and cuddly and regal..." His body curled into Wyatt happily, clinging in his sleepiness and in how much reassurance he sought. "I haven't felt otherwise at any moment," he whispered back. Tony chuckled and shook his head, leaning up to kiss Wyatt's nose playfully. "That's good to know, Sir. Definitely need caffeine... and maybe a shower? I think my hair is... rock hard by now," he said, reaching up to touch his stiff hair.

Wyatt reached up to touch Tony's hair as well, and then his own gelled hair. Definitely quite... crisp feeling. "Mm, all right. But I hope you know you'll be trading one rock hard for another," He teased, slowly letting him go so he could turn to get out a couple of mugs and poured himself some coffee. "Because if we're hopping in the shower, that means the panties come off and the plug comes out, and I rather intended to fuck you right after those things happen."

Tony. crinkled his nose playfully. "I won't mind that much, Sir. I rather like that kind of rock hard." Reluctantly he moved away, preparing his own tea, though he looked over his shoulder at that comment. "I'm not saying that can't happen, Sir. I'm just saying a shower should happen before we get into bed," he said, biting the inside of his bottom lip lightly.

Wyatt smiled slightly as he stirred just a bit of sugar into his tea. "I know you weren't, I suppose I was just forewarning you. Not to be surprised when I take you in the shower." Wetting his lips, he drank his coffee, trying to think about what all he wanted to try and do before they fell asleep. Once he'd had a fair bit of his coffee, he grabbed both his and Tony's already shed jackets and ties and took them into the bedroom to put them away, then started to shed his shirt off, pulling it out from his pants. The shoes and socks came next, the pants after because he wanted to make sure they got safely put away. He was left in some black briefs by then. "Shower time."

Tony. gave Wyatt a look, eyes skating over Wyatt's body in a way he usually didn't allow himself to indulge in. "I don't think I would be surprised by that at all, Sir." He drank his tea as quickly as he could, enjoying the taste but so much more interested in what Wyatt was thinking of doing after they'd caffeinated a bit. He finished his drink, following Wyatt back into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway, watching Wyatt undress, biting his lip. Once he was down to his underwear, Tony undressed, taking the time to fold his shirt and pants, standing there in just the lavender thong Wyatt had picked out for him, his very interested cock testing the stretchiness of the fabric. "Shower time," he agreed, turning to head into the bathroom to give Wyatt a good view of his barely covered ass.

Wyatt laughed at Tony's words and definitely enjoying the submissive looking at him like that. Once he was down to next to nothing, he leaned on the wall by the bedroom door, watching Tony take some time to fold up his clothes, though he himself was perfectly well distracted enough not to care that it was taking time. His eyes were absorbing the very beautiful contrast of the lavender to Tony's darker skin, and how the elastic was definitely getting its work cut out for it. Licking his lips as he watched the ass walking away from him, he cleared his throat and followed him into the bathroom. "Get the temp to something nice, won't you? Not too hot... I already plan on making you hot enough." He slowly ran his hand down over Tony's back and down to trace the lines of the panties before squeezing his ass.

Tony. loved feeling on display like this for the handsome Dominant. He loved the way Wyatt looked at him, how warm and hungry those eyes were, how much he could tell Wyatt wanted him in these moments alone together. Tony reached into the shower, turning on the water, a shuddering sigh pushing out of his lungs. "Mm... Yes, Sir," he murmured, arching his hips back into Wyatt's touch, hoping for more of those strong hands on him.

Wyatt leaning down and in, Wyatt pressed a kiss to the nape of Tony's neck, his hand squeezing his ass for another moment before he released and moved his fingers up to draw a line around the waist band of them. His other hand ran over Tony's side and around onto his abdomen. Running his hand down to grope Tony's cock through the lace, pressing his hips against the submissive's so he could feel the erection Wyatt was sporting, rubbing up against his ass.

Tony. felt his eyes slide shut as Wyatt's hands kept working over his body, nipples hardening as desire flooded through him. He rocked his hips back, a low moan rumbling in his throat when he felt the thick length of the Dom's cock pressing on the plug deep inside of him. "Mm, Sir... please," he whispered, grabbing at Wyatt's forearm.

Wyatt hummed and nipped at Tony's shoulder as he ground into him. "You should know how to ask for something better than that, don't you think?" He lightly scratched up the side of Tony's thigh before he slowly drew his hands away and moved back from Tony so he could move down onto his knees. Wyatt slid his top teeth between the panties and Tony's skin and closed his teeth on them, pulling them down over his ass slowly.

Tony. whimpered softly, spreading his legs. "Yes... y-yes, Sir..." His breath caught when he sensed Wyatt getting to his knees behind him, cock twitching at the thought of maybe, maybe having that talented tongue on his ass again. But a choked moan slid out when he realized just what he was doing. "Sir... please, touch me, please," he whispered, breath catching when the lace rubbed down over his aching cock.

Wyatt ran his hands up over Tony's thighs when the submissive begged to be touched, moving his head from one side to the other to pull the panties off his hips. Reaching up with one of his hands, he helped the lace make it over Tony's cock, freeing it and then giving him a few slow, teasing strokes. Once he'd gotten to the point where gravity was going to do the rest on its own, he let go with his teeth and brought that hand around to spread Tony's cheeks so his other hand could slowly pull out the plug, making a noise of pleasure to see Tony's hole open and ready for him in the first couple of seconds after he pulled it out of him. "So delicious," He teased, leaning in to drag his tongue over him before he sat back on his feet so he could push himself up to his feet. "Time to get into the shower, my sweet, tasty boy."

Tony. licked his lips, holding tight to the wall next to the shower as the Dom continued to tease him so wonderfully. His hips pumped lightly when Wyatt stroked his cock, making his muscles squeeze around the plug still inside of him. "Please... Sir," he whimpered. His legs shook a bit as Wyatt removed the plug from his ass, his muscles so loose and body so ready to be full again. He went up on his toes when that tongue teased his ass. "Yes.. y-yes, Sir," he whispered, stepping out of his panties and under the warm spray. "I've been hard for you all night, Sir," Tony murmured, trying to wrap his arms around the Dominant, tugging him close to rub his slick body against Wyatt's.

Wyatt shucked off his own briefs as quick as he could and opened a drawer to take out a bottle of lube and a condom, unwrapping it before stepping inside the shower, letting Tony bring him in closer. "Mmm... and there was about five different times I almost dragged you off to the bathroom to fuck you. More than 7 hours with you by me and not getting to have you? Torture." He briefly pressed his body against Tony's and leaned in to kiss him hungrily, his cock throbbing for attention at this point and he fit a hand between them so he could push the condom up over his body, wishing he could say fuck it to that.

Tony. almost forgot about the need for a condom. He wished he didn't need one with Wyatt, wished he could feel him bare. He hadn't experienced that, but he was hungry for it... hungry to feel open and used in the best possible way. "You should have, Sir... I wouldn't have minded at all," he whispered. He sighed and kissed him back just as desperately, hitching one leg up over the Dom's hip. "Please fuck me, Sir, need you, please," he begged sweetly, arching his hips as if to make it easier for him.

Wyatt smiled slightly, murmuring, "I know you wouldn't have." That hadn't been a concern, more so the thought there had to be other people doing the same, and he wasn't positive if he'd like other people's sex noises while having sex himself, it was odd to think about and he hadn't experienced it. He sucked Tony's lip into his mouth before moaning, opening the lube bottle just to squeeze some onto his hand and rub it over the condom. He closed it and dropped the bottle with a loud clatter. Grasping and hitching Tony's leg higher, he positioned his cock and pushed in a little, enough to feel comfortable letting go of his guiding hand, then pulled Tony up off his other leg and thrust into him the rest of the way with a groan that reverberated off the bathroom walls.

Tony. figured he wouldn't have been so jealous, so unsettled if Wyatt spent a while in the bathroom fucking him. A physical claim... something he responded to better than anything. But this was amazing too, Wyatt's hands all over him in the shower, taking care of the ache that had been deep inside of him all night. "Oh god, Sir," he whispered when the first breach of his cock tingled through him, followed quickly by a loud moan as he was fully penetrated. "Yes... please, feels so good, Sir," Tony moaned, wrapping his thighs around Wyatt easily.

Wyatt groaned and kissed down to Tony's ear lobe, nipping it as he whispered. "One day, though... one day when I have you to myself, I'm-" He thrust forward roughly with a grunt, kissing on his neck, "- I'm going to plug you up, take you somewhere and-" He panted, sliding his hands over Tony's thighs as he kept him pinned to the wall. "Fuck you halfway through, leave my come inside you and plug you back up for later." He bit into Tony's neck briefly as he pumped his hips eagerly, struggling between wanting to savor it and needing a quicker release for how long he'd been wanting this and was finally getting it. Tony's body felt so good, snug but oh so easy to thrust into.

Tony. tried to suck in a deep breath, but with how Wyatt was thrusting in to him, it made it hard to actually gulp down the oxygen he needed. And then when Wyatt described what he wanted to do... Tony groaned, his whole body shuddering at the thought, the picture Wyatt painted in his mind. "Yes... oh god... yes please, Sir, want to be filled with your cum," he gasped out, his voice cracking as the Dom bit his neck. His thighs flexed around Wyatt's hips, heels digging into the Dominant's ass. "Show everyone I'm yours, Sir, take me wherever you want," he whimpered, thinking about earlier, in town, when he'd been aching to be fucked over the bar for everyone to see.

Wyatt felt Tony's whole body shudder after his words, and once Wyatt had heard the reply, he was tempted to throw all caution to the wind and shuck the condom off now with how badly he wanted to feel him bare and see him dripping cum. "Oh, fuck," He rasped, and squeezed Tony's ass in his hands, holding him still as he thrust into him desperately. He groaned out that he wanted to fuck Tony everywhere and sucked hickeys onto Tony's neck near where faded ones were starting to disappear.

Tony. felt his head spinning as Wyatt seemed to get even more wild with him, thrusting into him hard and perfectly, those hands clutching his ass like he would never let go. He begged for more, to be taken, to be owned, his words broken by gasps and moans. The title he'd been teasing Wyatt with earlier lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he managed to keep it back, begging his Sir for more and more. "Please let me cum, Sir, please, may I?" he begged desperately, so worked up by prom that he couldn't hold out much longer.

Wyatt felt a shiver crawl up his spine with how ready for release he was, wound like the string of an instrument and feeling like he was about to snap, but that the snap would be the best feeling of relief. He panted and nodded to the desperate begging, thinking how he would have to be very much in a clear mind to ever try and deny Tony that. "Yes.... God, you feel so good, getting me off so perfectly-" He groaned and felt his muscles tense as his body geared up, all thoughts leaving his head as all of it was now "need, need, need" pulsing like a neon sign, sending him to fuck him desperately as he started to spill his seed into the condom.

Tony. ached for the day when Wyatt would deny him his orgasm, but god, it felt so good to be able to cum with his Dominant buried deep in his ass. The sub let out a strangled scream as he came, his cock untouched between them, and still pulsing hard with the evidence of his orgasm. Wrapped around Wyatt, caught between him and the shower wall, he whimpered softly as he felt the Dominant find his own pleasure, wishing the muted heat of his release wasn't so muted anymore. "Sir," he whispered shakily, turning his head, trying to claim those lips of his in a messy kiss.

Wyatt felt shocks of pleasure from Tony's noises, pumping his hips until he felt nothing left come out, and even then he slowed down and eased to a stop rather than halting. His head was pleasantly cloudy and he lifted his head as he panted quietly when he heard Tony whisper his title. His eyes lifted to meet Tony's before he saw him so close to his face. He closed the short distance, pressing his lips into Tony's, humming in pleasure as it was a kiss about as controlled and put together as their sex had just been, which meant not much.

Tony. felt strangely undone by the messy, passionate coupling, his heart beating so fast in his chest he thought he might cry. But instead he buried his fingers in Wyatt's hair, clinging to the man holding him, thinking those dangerous thoughts that only came to him after sex when he felt most vulnerable. Or that's what he told himself, anyway. Trembling slightly, he kept himself wrapped around Wyatt, not wanting to let go just yet.

Wyatt continued to kiss Tony, leaning into him so wall supported Tony for the most part, breathing shakily through his nose though he wasn't willing right away to breath it until he had to. He sucked Tony's tongue into his mouth briefly and dragged their lips together before he broke away to breath, leaving his head close to Tony's. After a few moments, he whispered, "Worth the wait?"

Tony. gulped in a breath when their lips parted, not caring that he was lightheaded from lack of oxygen - not if it meant he could keep Wyatt's mouth on his a moment longer. The warm spray continued to fall around them, easing the mental trip back from his blissful orgasm. "Mm.. always, Sir," he whispered back, dark eyes blinking open to meet Wyatt's.

Wyatt opening his own eyes, he looked at him and gave him a smile. "We may as well get this over with." Clutching Tony, he drew him off the wall and moved so they could both be under the water, chuckling as it hit his face. "Ugh. You're gonna have to rub my hair for me." He closed his eyes, shivering as he felt gravity and the softening of his cock make it slip back out of Tony who he still had wrapped around his waist.

Tony. huffed sadly when he was drawn away from the wall of the shower, and again when Wyatt's length slid out of his used hole. It felt odd, to not be full anymore after hours of having the plug inside of him. Focusing on Wyatt, he worked his fingers through soft hair, letting the motion and the warm water wash the gel from his locks. "Can we do that again before we go to sleep, Sir?" he asked, shyly eager for more of Wyatt's cock inside of him.

Wyatt leaned his head into the water, but also tried to keep it forward enough that Tony wasn't struggling to reach him. His arms were straining a little at the extended hold, but he had thought Tony to still be like this. Of course, what he wanted could easily have been to be up against the wall, not necessarily wrapped around him, if the huff told Wyatt anything. Licking his lips, he hummed at the question, squeezing Tony gently before he squinted his eyes open against the water, carefully setting the sub down. "I don't know about you, but I wasn't intending to go to sleep until we honestly couldn't move anymore."

Tony. would have climbed inside the Dominant's skin if it meant he could have been closer. It was confusing for him, to feel so clingy when they hadn't even really done a scene. He supposed he'd spent hours focused on Wyatt, even when they weren't together at prom, the lace on his cock and the plug in his ass a constant reminder that he was still completely owned by the handsome Dom. Reluctantly he unwound his legs, standing on still shaky knees so he could rinse his own hair free of gel. "That sounds perfect to me, Sir. I was hoping you'd agree. After all... I don't often get fucked by a king," he teased gently.

Wyatt put a hand on Tony's waist when he saw his knees were still shaky, slowly smiling at the tease. "You'll have to get used to it now. I'll have to wear the crown sometimes and make you moan only regal titles to me." He winked at him shucking off the condom and reaching out of the shower to drop it in the trash before he got a bit of body wash to rinse himself with. "I still would like you to-.. sometime." Why was he embarrassed about saying it? That was ridiculous, wasn't it?

Tony. laughed softly, imagining that cheap crown back on Wyatt's head while he fucked him, calling him his highness. "If it gets you off, Sir, I'll do my best to comply," he replied playfully. The sub arched and stretched carefully under the warm spray, liking how it soothed his bunched muscles. Flushing lightly, he looked up to Wyatt, licking his lips. "I could... tonight, Sir. If you wanted."

Wyatt smirked and shook his head at him. "What a brat," He teased him, rubbing his hand over Tony's arm, his other hand reaching up to check the state of his own hair before he dropped it and stepping back. "Would you? Would you want to? I wouldn't want you to do it as a favor to me." He furrowed his brow slightly at the thought.

Tony. just laughed again, shaking his head. "Your brat," he murmured softly, so soft he wasn't even sure if Wyatt would hear him over the splatter of water on tile. "I'm.. I'm nervous about it, Sir. I want to... I do want to. But I'm nervous it won't be... good enough. For you," he admitted quietly.

Wyatt smiled at the sound of his laugh and sighed, purposefully dramatically. Listening to Tony, he found himself having to bend his head closer to be able to hear all of it. "Tony-" He shook his head, reaching out to take one of his hands as he leaned against the wall closest to the edge of the tub/shower combo, since he was ready to get out as soon as Tony had finished enjoying the warm spray. "Firstly, it's you, so it's hard to imagine not enjoying it. Secondly, I think you'd be okay with me telling you what I needed you to do if I had to." He tsked and tugged on his hand. "And thirdly... you're never going to get over the nerves if you never do it... and I would probably be more in the mood to break someone's arm if you practiced with someone who wasn't me, when I'm here, asking you."

Tony. wasn't so nervous to be inside of anyone anymore. He figured he'd had enough experience receiving that he could do okay topping. But he was nervous about disappointing Wyatt. About not being good enough for him in this way, especially since he knew he wasn't as... endowed as the Dominant was. Licking his lips, he reached to turn off the water, shaking his head. "No breaking other people's arms, that's not very nice, Sir," he scolded, teasing, stepping forward to exit the shower and tugging Wyatt along with him. "I'm more than okay with you telling me how to please you, Sir. I just really want it to be good for you, like how amazing it is for me every time you're inside me."

Wyatt followed Tony out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels to give himself a quick pat down, mostly concerned with rubbing his hair dry. "No, it is generally frowned on by society, I'll admit that." Once he had gotten it to where it wouldn't be dripping, he put the towel back and focused on Tony, stepping in and taking his chin gently in his hand. "It will be good. This shouldn't come as too much of a surprise, but I don't exactly- receive all that often, so there's still an intensity to it. Plus," He leaned in to kiss him once, twice. "I do really love how you sound when you moan." He smiled against Tony's lips before drawing away.

Tony. shook out his own hair before doing a quick dry of his own, making sure he wouldn't drip all over Wyatt's room. "Yes, it is. Usually the only people allowed to break bones without getting in trouble are orthopedic doctors, so I'd rather you avoid that, Sir." His eyes widened a little when Wyatt grabbed his chin, focus immediately back on the Dom. It wasn't a surprise, no, and oddly it made Tony feel special, that Wyatt would want this with him and not another Dominant. But he smiled, melting and blushing at the comment. "I love the sounds you make too, Sir. May I... use my mouth and fingers on you first? To prepare you?" he asked, boldly stepping into Wyatt and sliding one hand around him to cup his firm ass.

Wyatt tsked, shaking his head. "Are you saying I wouldn't be a hot orthopedic doctor? Mmm." He adored how he could make Tony blush like that even though he'd been making him scream not ten minutes ago. The fact that it was still possible definitely pleased him. His eyebrows rose when Tony stepped in and touched him and he chuckled, slowly sliding his hands up Tony's arms. "Oh, I insist, actually. I've definitely been tempted to shove your head down there time or two." Smirking, he pressed his body into the submissive, moving his hands to push into his wet, dark hair. "Honestly, I just want you all the time... and I think it would also be fun you make you wear a cock ring during sometime." He pursed his lips as he was in thought. "I think I have a hard time denying you when I'm inside of you because I like the... validation of making someone cum from fucking them."

Tony. crinkled his nose. "No, not at all, Sir. I just didn't think you had the desire to be one," he clarified. A thrill tickled through him when he wasn't pushed away, both hands going to curl around Wyatt's firm ass, stroking the smooth skin there slowly. "I mean, you could have done that, Sir. I wouldn't complain," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Wyatt's collarbone. Heat swirled low in his stomach, thinking of how intense it might be to be kept hard just to give Wyatt what he wanted, over and over. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, Sir. Or you denying me in general. Makes me hard when you control my pleasure," he murmured, sliding his fingers shyly down the cleft between firm cheeks.

Wyatt chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, if it's socially acceptable to break bones, who knows, maybe I do." Humming, he pressed his hips into Tony's with more pressure when he felt both of the sub's hands on his ass. "I'll remember that for next time." Brushing his cheek against Tony's hair when he felt the kiss on his collarbone, his voice dropped lower, sounding huskier. "Well, I do love making you hard... let's do that then." He breathed in slowly and slowly pushed back toward the seeing fingers. "Only let you cum later on when I'm fucking you in the mattress later... maybe... i-if you're good," He teased quietly.

Tony. brushed kisses along Wyatt's collarbone, kneading his ass lightly, his grip slowly sliding inwards. He inhaled a shuddering breath. "Yes... mm, fuck, Sir, you drive me insane," he whispered, lips wandering up to the curve of Wyatt's neck, desire burning low in his belly despite their recent frenzied fuck. "I'll be good, Sir. I swear." He traced one finger over Wyatt's hole as he nipped the Dom's neck, body slowly rolling against his.

Wyatt exhaled and almost forgot to speak, fully engulfed in what Tony was doing with his body, his hands, his mouth, all seeming designed to get him hard again in a way that made him almost feel light headed. "Only-... returning the favor," He groaned, not sure which way to greedily push himself for more with his lower body, but he did tip his head a little to offer more space. "Oh god.... a-already a good start."

Tony. shivered against him. The reactions he could pull from Wyatt made him feel lightheaded with desire, lazy heat pooling low, his hands growing bolder and more insistent on Wyatt's body. He smooched slowly up the side of his neck, rubbing his dry fingertip over Wyatt's hole. "Bed, Sir? I want to taste you everywhere," he whispered shakily, lightly rubbing his cock against Wyatt's hip as it continued to twitch to life.

Wyatt gripped at Tony's hair, his own breathing shallow as he was enjoying everything the submissive was giving him. In fact, the only thing that kept him grounded was his desire for more. Not enough seemed to be the cry from his body. "Fuck," he breathed before he drew Tony's head up and kissed him heatedly for a few moments, but he couldn't keep it up with how the stimulation had gotten him breathless. "Yes- just- yes." He wet his lips and made himself draw away, as he wasn't sure he'd ever want to move if he stayed pressed against Tony like that. He snatched one of Tony's hands and drew him out of the bathroom the few short steps into his bedroom, pushing the door closed behind them.

Tony. couldn't help but think that, in moments like this, maybe it wasn't just about submission and dominance. Maybe, there could be times when sex was just... sex, two people showing how much they cared through the physical act. The realization made his heart pound faster, harder in his chest, his need to satisfy his lover growing. "Will you... will you lie on your stomach, Sir?" he asked shyly, bringing their joined hands up to kiss at Wyatt's fingers,.

Wyatt felt like he was more lust and that particularly strong heady sensation than he was a working brain, since he forgot all menial things he'd done a few moments after doing them. Like the whole rest of the world was fuzzy but Tony in front of him was in sharp definition and he couldn't focus on anything else. At first he felt confused about the question, but then remembered how it would be much easier for Tony if he was, so he watched Tony kiss his fingers and nodded, leaning in to steal a heated kiss for himself if it was going to be the last time in a little while, then slowly broke away to climb onto the bed and ease down onto his stomach.

Tony. felt his heart pounding hard as he was kissed so hungrily. Wyatt hadn't even said anything, but Tony read the desire in his eyes, in his kiss, in every move of his body, so languid and warm. Gulping, he followed Wyatt onto the bed, taking a moment to lay out on the Dominant's back, his cock sliding against that muscled ass he was about to know much more intimately. Slowly, Tony kissed his way down, brushing sweet kisses along the line of Wyatt's spine, savoring each taste of his skin. Tony inhaled shakily, parting Wyatt's cheeks, tongue teasing down his cleft until it was brushing over that puckered ring of muscle.

Wyatt hummed in pleasure when he felt the heat and weight of Tony's body, his eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed it, a shiver of anticipation crawling up his spine when he felt Tony's cock sliding over his ass. More shivers came from Tony's kisses on his back and he moaned, contented and pleased. He kept wanting to say something but it would get blurred in his head, whether he let something sweet slip out or whether he just made some general comment of approval. All thoughts were put on pause when he felt Tony's tongue teasingly moving down and he groaned, his muscles briefly clenching before he relaxed as much as he could.

Tony. gulped, trying to ignore his nerves. He wanted so badly for this to be amazing for Wyatt. Long fingers kneaded the Dom's muscled cheeks, easing them further apart so he could press a soft, sucking kiss to his entrance. Tony rubbed his tongue sweetly over the puckered rim, licking and sucking gently, easing his tongue inside once he felt the muscle relax a bit more.

Wyatt went from taking a shuddering breath to groaning again from Tony's tongue and lips moving over him, his shoulders shuddering. "So good," He murmured, reaching a hand back to tangle into Tony's hair loosely, stroking locks between his fingers and spreading his legs a little more underneath the attention. He'd wondered if it all might feel heightened by doing this with someone he had feelings for, and right now he was thinking that was absolutely true.

Tony. hummed softly against Wyatt when he felt the hand in his hair. Emboldened, he kept going, tongue working firmly over and into Wyatt's entrance, lips sucking at the rim. His own length hardened further, knowing he was bringing his Dom pleasure, his heart squeezing for the same reason. He wondered what it might be like, to do this not as Wyatt's sub, but maybe as something more, if he would be allowed. If he could use his name again, instead of his title.

Wyatt dug his knees into the bed and greedily pushed his ass up a bit for more, his breathing uneven as he focused on all the pleasurable sensations shooting up his spine from the pleasurable unpredictability of Tony's mouth and his tongue. He stroked his hair and sighed. "Please- your fingers, too?" He mumbled like he was only half aware he was asking.

Tony felt his chest tighten, an inexplicable rush of emotion tingling through him at the way Wyatt asked. He didn't answer verbally, instead sliding his hand over to suck on one finger to get it slick. Then he slid it into the Dom, careful and slow, like Wyatt was something precious. He worked his finger slowly, tongue lapping around where his finger was penetrating the beautiful man under him.

Wyatt 's eyelids fluttered as he took in a calculated breath, but ended up almost whining anyway when Tony thankfully didn't stop with his tongue. It was almost maddening but he knew it would be better than not being prepped. He groaned the submissive's name, arching his back a little more to lift his hips. Despite never having rimmed before, Tony was doing quite well, and Wyatt selfishly wanted to take some of the credit for that.

Tony. hummed softly against Wyatt's skin, sucking gently at his puckered rim. "Sir? Can you pass me the lube?" he asked, barely moving his mouth back enough to speak, far too obsessed with all the sounds and reactions he was getting from Wyatt. Tony spit on his next finger, easing it in next to the first, groaning softly as he watched Wyatt's body stretch around the digits.

Wyatt took a moment to realize what Tony had requested. Suddenly the drawer felt a million miles away, but he stretched out his arm, pausing to groan as he felt the second finger, then that kind of rushed him along to grabbing the lube out and bringing his arm back down to offer it up to Tony. "You're definitely... good at that." He praised quietly, stroking Tony's hair.

Tony. smiled against him before leaning up a bit to take the offered lube. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered back, leaning in to the touch on his hair. Carefully, he dribbled a bit of the slick fluid onto his fingers, easing the passage into Wyatt's tight hole. He gulped at the sight of it. "You feel so good, Sir," he murmured, nipping lightly at the curve of his ass, trying not to hump the mattress in his own arousal.

Wyatt moaned quietly at the feeling of Tony's fingers leaving his body and returning much slicker than before, pushing in easier and more pleasurably. "Fuck," He uttered quietly, resting his cheek against the mattress as his hips went by instinct and rocked against the fingers, eyelids fluttering shut again.

Tony. kissed over the spot he'd nipped, his fingers working deep inside Wyatt's ass. They spread apart slowly, stretching the muscle, opening him up for his cock. The thought made the sub moan, his fingertips curling slightly as they moved inside the Dom. "Sir... c-condom?"

Wyatt was savoring being treated to pleasure without doing much besides lying there and taking it, which was definitely a fun way to alternate at times. The question made a cloudy memory surface and he lifted his head, looking back at him. "Mmm. Need a cock ring, too." He was taking his lucky stars that he had put most of the basics in his drawers already, so all he had to do was scoot up a little and root for a decent sized, rather basic cock ring. They'd play with more creative ones when he wasn't half out of his mind with lust. That plus grabbing the condom, he then looked over his shoulder. "Want me to help you put it on?"

Tony. flushed deeper, stifling a moan when Wyatt mentioned a cock ring. He didn't think the Dom would use one their first time, but he certainly wasn't opposed - not if it meant he would be able to please Wyatt longer. "Yes, Sir," he whispered softly. He kept his fingers moving inside of him as best as he could, gulping at the sight of the ring. "Yes please, Sir. Though... g-gently?" he said in a breathless voice, knowing too much would set him off.

Wyatt pulled carefully back from the fingers and shifted up to be sitting, scooting closer as he encouraged the sub up as well. "I wasn't about to shove it on. Not when you're already hard." He gave him a soft smile and swiped some lube off of Tony's fingers to coat the inside of the ring before he carefully stretched it to pull it over the head of Tony'd cock, then take his time pushing it slowly down to his base.

Tony. huffed a breathless, slightly nervous laugh. "I meant it more in..." His words cut off, a shuddering, soft moan spilling from his lips at the feeling of the ring sliding down his cock. His fingers clenched, and he only let out a sigh of relief when he felt the pressure on the base of his cock. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered, stretching up to kiss Wyatt, tender and passionate. "How... how do you like it most? What position?" he asked, flushing lightly but eager to please.

Wyatt was curious about what Tony had been going to say, but he thought it probably wasn't all that important right then, or Tony would have made an effort to keep saying it. Instead, they both got distracted and he fitted the cock ring on before opening up the condom and rolling that down the submissive's shaft as well. Returning the kiss, he almost told Tony to use his name, but wondered if that wouldn't put this too much in the "other" category, one that he didn't fully understand yet. "Mmm... I am not sure if this is how I like it most, but I do like the idea of lying on my back, and making you clean my cum off my stomach when I've finished," He murmured and bit his lip.

Tony. had been hoping Wyatt would choose that position. He wanted to see the Dominant while he was inside of him, wanted to look into his eyes. He kissed Wyatt's jaw, nodding, easing the Dom down onto his back and settling between spread legs. "Gladly, Sir," he whispered. Swallowing hard, he reached down, guiding his rigid length to Wyatt's stretched hole. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushed in, biting his own lip hard to try and keep from thrusting fully into Wyatt right off the bat.

Wyatt moving down onto his back with Tony's encouragement and spreading his bent legs for him, he watched Tony settle in. His heard was beating fast in anticipation, keeping his body as relaxed as possible, though it threatened to tense up when Tony's cock breached the ring of muscles. His breathing was uneven and he groaned, almost partly in frustration for how slow he was going, but at the same time it felt really good. He thought of something Tony had said to him when he'd first been starting to fuck him on the island counter and he tried to paraphrase it now. "I'm not going to break," He reassured him in a quiet voice, reaching up to stroke over Tony's chest, feeling the trimmed lines

Tony. let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "I... I know, Sir," he whispered, continuing to ease his length further inside of the Dominant. His breathing was labored and rough, fingers clenching the sheets on either side of Wyatt's head with the effort of not taking him roughly. Eventually he was seated fully inside of him, the sensation making Tony tremble all over. "I just never want to hurt you," he murmured, dipping his head down to brush their lips together, trying to gather some sort of control before he started to move.

Wyatt slid his hands around onto Tony's back, dragging his palms down over his rib cage, over the dip in his back, and down to cup his ass in his hands as Tony bottomed out inside of him, making him groan. He could feel Tony trembling and raised one of his legs to graze it against his side, briefly giving Tony a kiss as he nodded. "I know. But it would take a lot less lube to make it hurt. I'm tough, my gorgeous, and you feel so good." He brushed his nose against Tony's, letting out a quiet moan

Tony. swallowed hard, nodding lightly, his chest aching with words he wanted to say but couldn't. "So... so do you, Sir. So tight," he whispered, his voice strained but full of awe. Almost experimentally, he rocked his hips, pulling out and pushing back in, the sensation punching a moan from the sub. His body started to move, finding his rhythm as he worked to bring the same pleasure to Wyatt as the Dominant gave so easily to him.

Wyatt almost enjoyed the fact that he didn't bottom often, just for the sake of being able to hear about his tightness. And possibly just to feel that, himself. He squeezed Tony's ass once but mostly just enjoyed the feeling of the muscles under his hands tightening and relaxing with different movements. "That's good," He encouraged him, though he also realized this was new for Tony and didn't want to rush him while he was getting his barrings. Groaning as he started to feel a rhythm to the thrusts, he leaned up to kiss his lips and jaw.

Tony. groaned softly, his ass flexing instinctively under the grasp of Wyatt's hand. The praise made him smile - maybe he wouldn't suck at this after all - and he shifted slightly, getting a better stance on his knees so he could thrust more firmly into the Dom. He shivered, opening his mouth, chasing Wyatt's soft lips. His thrusts grew in intensity as he found his rhythm, pushing deeper, harder into his lover's willing, clinging body.

Wyatt started to roll his hips up to meet Tony's thrusts, groaning and shuddering in pleasure as he lightly scraped his nails slowly up Tony's back, not making any lasting marks, just wanting him to feel it. He turned his head and kissed him for as long as he could stand to with his breathing ragged the way it was, breaking the kiss just to mumble, "Don't stop," with a hitch in his voice, as Tony's added intensity was bringing him closer to his orgasm a lot quicker, and as much as he wanted to be greedy and keep him going until it was torture for the submissive, his body was also amped and getting ready.

Tony. knew if he didn't have a ring on, he would be losing it a lot faster than he wanted to admit. Wyatt's ass felt amazing around his cock, tight and hot and slick, and he didn't know how he was going to last when he didn't have a ring on. "Won't... anything for you, Sir," he whispered roughly. The sting on his back just spurred him on, fucking roughly into the gorgeous man under him, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort.

Wyatt felt his orgasm coming on now like a bullet train with the way Tony was fucking him, loving that he didn't seem to be holding back any. "F-fuck, that's perfect, I'm so close," He rasped, leaning up to kiss the other male's neck as he moved his hand between them to wrap around his cock. It didn't take too many strokes of his cock before he was shuddering underneath Tony, muscles tightening around his cock as he started to cum in spurts on his stomach, gasping and moaning freely.

Tony. knew he probably should have been the one touching Wyatt, to make him cum, but he was focusing on the movement of his hips too much to be able to touch the Dominant. "Yes... oh god, yes, Sir," he whimpered out. He moaned along with Wyatt as he watched and felt the other man lose it. His cock ached for release, the clinging, clutching muscles of his body trying to milk his orgasm from him. Tony slowed his thrusts, holding himself up on trembling arms. "So gorgeous, Sir," he whispered.

Wyatt groaned and leaned up to kiss him a couple more times as he let the orgasm pleasantly wash over him. "That felt amazing, Tony." He hummed in pleasure, slowly reaching his clean hand up to run through his dark hair. "Thank you." He wasn't sure if he meant for the compliment or the sex, or maybe both. After he let them catch their breath, he moved his hand down over his neck. "Why don't you... clean me off and throw that condom away in the side trash. Mm, then we'll take care of you..."

Tony. gulped hard, but even despite the fog of intense pleasure, his aching need for release, he couldn't take his eyes off of how beautiful Wyatt was underneath him, all glowing and sated. His eyes widened, and he nodded, forcing himself to keep moving slowly to pull out so he wouldn't hurt him. "Take care of me how, Sir?" he asked as he peeled the condom off to dispose of it. Then he curled up on Wyatt's side, leaning in to slowly lap up the mess on the Dom's belly.

Wyatt shuddered gently when Tony pulled out of him, exhaling slowly before his eyes flicked up to his eyes. "Mm... well, I was thinking fucking you until you're pleasantly sore and are blissed out from an orgasm. I mean... if that's something you're interested in," He teased, licking his lips and letting out a quiet moan as he watched Tony's tongue cleaning up Wyatt's cum from his stomach.

Tony. glanced up to him with a flush on his cheeks, swallowing down the bit of the Dom's release on his tongue. "Mm... yes please, Sir," he agreed between languid, warm strokes of his tongue over hard muscle and warm skin. "Love being inside you... and having you inside me..." he mumbled against his skin, hands stroking slowly over the Dominant's thighs.

Wyatt shivered as Tony seemed to be taking his time to savor it. It almost amazed him that Tony could have the patience to take a while when his cock must be over sensitive, aching. "Good thing you can have either of them at any given time then, mm?" He winked at him and smiled before he took in a slow breath as he felt Tony add touch to his already very nice mouth.

Tony. kissed his abs tenderly, too focused on the Dom to care too much about his own neglected, aching cock. Glancing up at Wyatt, he nodded, smiling. "Very good thing," he agreed. Scooping up the last bit of Wyatt's release, he stretched up to kiss him deeply, sharing the musky taste of his release. "Do you feel good, Sir?" he whispered against his lips, biting back a whimper at the way his cock dragged over the Dom's hip.

Wyatt watched Tony finish up after rewarding him with that beautiful smile that made Wyatt's heart do a flip. Smiling in return, he quietly moaned again as he kissed him, cupping his face as he tasted himself off of the sub's tongue. Feeling the hard cock, he reached down between them to carefully extract the cock ring. "Incredible. And just about ready to go again." He grinned briefly about his lips before he grabbed hold of the submissive's waist, rolling them over so he was on top of Tony as he kissed him.

Tony. sucked in a breath when Wyatt flicked the ring off of his cock, the need to cum suddenly much more intense. But he resisted it, instead savoring the feeling of Wyatt's body rolling onto his, his legs spreading for Wyatt to rest between his thighs. "Mm... will you go slow, Sir?" he asked in a low voice, hands sliding up Wyatt's back, heart aching almost as deeply as his cock.

Wyatt ran his hand over Tony's body to reach down and pull his leg up against his waist, his eyes flicking up to Tony's face. "Slow?" He questioned, looking over his face before he nodded, wondering if Tony was thinking what Wyatt thought he was thinking. "Of course. Answer me a question, though?" He reached over him and into the drawer for another condom, taking it out of its packaging before looking down at him again as he rolled it over his cock. "Are you calling me "sir" because you want to, or you think that- moody request was still in effect?"

Tony. wrapped one leg around Wyatt, though his grip fell when the Dominant leaned up to grab a condom, rolling it over his perfect cock. The question surprised Tony, and his heart made a hard thud in his chest. "I... well, I always want to, Sir, because you're... you're my - you're a Dominant, and you deserve that title. And you.. I didn't want to make you upset again," he whispered.

Wyatt looked a little perplexed by the answer, searching his face before he decided it had to be the first one. "All right... as long as it's just because you always want to." He couldn't help but notice how Tony corrected himself to take away the "my," mildly disappointed but he knew he had no right to be. Leaning back in, he kissed him firmly to get himself back into a sexy mindset since it hadn't quite been the answer he expected.

Tony. let out a slow breath to keep himself from babbling anything more. The truth was, he was nervous to upset Wyatt again. And he was nervous to call him by name, to think that maybe this was something more than Dominant and submissive. He leaned up into the kiss, tangling his fingers in Wyatt's still-damp hair, his body rubbing against the Dominant's languidly.

Wyatt took his time though he reached between them and stroked his fingertips against the sub's cock to tease him, humming against his lips as it became firmer, though not anywhere near a sloppy make out. Grabbing his own cock, he let it rub against Tony's still ready hole, teasing him as much as possible.

Tony. shuddered under Wyatt's teasing touch, his cock leaking freely against his abs. The rub of the Dom's covered cock against his hole made Tony whimper, hips arching up, aching to be filled by him again. "Please, Sir," he begged breathlessly, already so needy, so eager to be fucked by the beautiful man pinning him down.

Wyatt shook his head and nipped Tony's chin. "Didn't we just get over this? That's not how you ask for something. You remember?" He looked down at him, continuing to teasing him. "I think you can do better than that. If you really want it." He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, nipping his lower lip now. "So hot when you're like this...."

Tony. whined again, crinkling his nose. "Please fuck me, Sir... please," he whispered, jerking when Wyatt teased the head of his cock. "Please, I need your cock, Sir, need it inside me, please!" His voice was quickly tipping towards desperate, his hips rocking up needily.

Wyatt smiling softly at Tony, he took his hand away and leaned in to kiss him softly, so opposite to how Tony was behaving. He took hold of his cock and slowly pushed into him slowly, wanting to do what Tony had said in the first place. "Is this what you wanted, my darling?"

Tony. let out a breathless cry, arching up as Wyatt pushed into him. It was slow, but god, Tony loved it. "Yes... yes, Sir, need it. Need you," he breathed, looking up at the Dominant, his heart hammering in his chest.

Wyatt 's thrusts were smooth and slow, calculated and sometimes he ground his hips in a figure eight inside of him, breathing heavier, he set his hands firmly on the mattress on either side of him. Letting out a groan, he looked down at him. "You feel so good... even if I do love it other ways, there's nothing quite like... sinking my cock into your already fucked hole. He brushed his nose against Tony's as he rolled his hips. "Fuck..."

Tony. let his hands wander over Wyatt's back, hands gripping at the Dom's shoulders. He was lost in how amazing it felt to have Wyatt inside of him again, the sensations driving him insane. His heels dug into the bed, hips arching up to meet every lazy, slow thrust. "It'd be even better if I was fucked full of your cum, Sir," he mumbled without thinking, one leg wrapping around Wyatt like he was trying to get him closer.

Wyatt shuddered as he rocked against Tony, enjoying the slowness because he had cum so recently that he didn't need to race to a climax. Not just yet. The way Tony was arching up to meet his thrusts was definitely enjoyable and he pressed kisses to Tony's jaw. Once he heard what he mumbled, he felt his cock twitch in Tony's body and he groaned, this time half of frustration. "God, you have no idea how much I want that."

Tony. sucked in a breath, his heart thumping hard. He wasn't the only one who wanted that... and what that might imply. "Someday, Sir... and everyone will know who I belong to when they see it dripping from me," he whispered softly, his mouth much filthier now with his desperation to cum.

Wyatt nodding his head, he inhaled shakily. "Y-yeah. I can't wait." He meant it of course figuratively, since he wasn't about to stop and force it on Tony. He groaned and kissed his lips again as he rolled his hips, taking time with it because he wanted to give Tony what he had been imagining, if possible. "I love being inside you," He panted quietly, digging his fingers into Tony's thighs.

Tony. felt his chest tighten again, that little word just... resonating inside of him every time. His hips rocked a bit faster against Wyatt's, aching for release. "Love... love it too, Sir, you feel so amazing," he breathed out, beginning to rethink the whole going slow thing.

Wyatt noticed Tony changing pace and he kept his own speed, tsking quietly as he kissed him again and then down to his ear. "If you want me to change something, you know how to ask for it, il mio amore." He lightly licked his ear lobe, softly batting it like one might with the smaller, more flexible punching bags.

Tony. huffed softly, arching his hips. The soft nickname had his heart skipping a beat, his knowledge of Italian limited, but he could tell what that meant. "Faster... please, Sir, please faster," he mumbled, turning his head, trying to find Wyatt's mouth for a kiss.

Wyatt felt Tony's head move and he opened his eyes, turning his head and pressing a kiss into his lips with a soft moan as he started to pick up the pace, reaching between them to wrap around Tony's cock, slowly pumping his fist over it. He was sated, and knew not much would come out if he did orgasm, but it felt so good to be inside Tony that he was still eagerly bucking his hips.

Tony. moaned against his Dom's mouth, hugging his shoulders as tight as he could without inhibiting the glorious thrusts into his ass. His moans got louder, Wyatt's wide hand on his cock making his thighs shake. "Please... Sir, please can I cum, please?" he begged, nearly sobbing the words, his body strung out and tight with the need for release.

Wyatt murmured, "Such a good boy for asking," but kept him waiting for a few seconds and thrusts to torture him a little bit, before he nodded. "You can come... I want to see it, feel it. You're so sexy." He grunted as he slammed his hips forward, only to snap them back and do it all again, gasping

Tony. shuddered through those thrusts, not sure if he was allowed to release or not, if Wyatt wanted him to cum or not. So when he heard those words, he whimpered in relief. The rough, deep punches of the Dom's cock inside him drew near screams from the sub, and it only took two thrusts before he was crying out, his cock twitching and spilling over his stomach and Wyatt's hand.

Wyatt 's shoulders shuddered as Tony cried out and came, the feeling and sounds of it intoxicating, and even though nothing necessarily came out into the condom having cum twice so recently, he felt an orgasm wash over him and he was panting, eyes rolling into his head. "So- so good... fuckk." He buried his face into Tony's shoulder but knew he shouldn't linger long, or he'd lose his breath.

Tony. didn't think he could move beyond the heaving of his chest, his limbs weak with how hard his orgasm had shot through him. A few exhausted tears tipped from the corners of his eyes, his breathing shallow. "Sir," he whimpered quietly, barely managing to crack his eyes open.

Wyatt turned his head to kiss Tony's cheek gently, slowly drawing his cock out of him. He whispered, "Say my name," as his nose brushed over Tony's cheek, before feeling the wetness. He lifted his own head and looked over his face. If he hadn't been exhausted, seeing the tears might have made him want to go all over again. "You're perfect. My perfect."

Tony. let out a quiet sound, almost a sob, weak arms slowly moving to wrap around the Dom. "Wyatt," he whispered, blinking wet eyes up at him. A tired smile touched his lips, and he nodded, his eyes closing again, causing a few more tears to drip down his cheeks. "Yours, my Sir," he agreed, his voice nearly slurring.

Wyatt gave him a kiss on his tired smile and then softly kissed one of his tears before he raised his hand to stroke them away. He moved off him and to the side before he wrapped his arm around Tony and pulled him in against his chest. "Come here, baby. We can fall asleep together here," He murmured.

Tony. just let Wyatt pull him in, curling sleepily against the Dominant. "Yes, Sir," he mumbled, half-asleep already. Moving would have been close to torture with how exhausted he was. "G'night, S-sir," he whispered, yawning quietly.

Wyatt rested his cheek against Tony's head, stroking his arm and back until sleep came for him, but not before mumbling a good night in return, and happily sleeping next to his boy.

[mon-amour-eternel]

Forever

Had this in my drafts forever, and I just got it finished today. 

Klefaroline + soulmates. Rated T.

When Klaus turned 18, he got his Soulmate Mark, just like everyone else. Except, he got two. One said Caroline, and the other said Stefan.

Father had been horrified. Mother had thought it distasteful, and prohibited him from telling anyone but his siblings. Finn thought he was freaking out over nothing -- clearly, he said, one is romantic and one is platonic. Elijah, Rebekah, and Henrik didn’t care. Kol thought it was hilarious.

And Klaus thought it was unfair, because now Father had another thing to beat him over.

At 18, Finn got the name Sage on his arm. Father didn’t compliment the name so much as comment on it disdainfully, but Finn was normal, and it was fine.

At 18, Elijah got the name Katherine on his arm. Father didn’t even bother to acknowledge it.

At 18, Klaus got two names. Father couldn’t have that -- it made Klaus not normal -- and Klaus was beaten for it.

At 18, Kol got three names -- Davina, Bonnie, and Jeremy. Father flipped out, and beat Kol bloody for the first time ever.

At 18, Rebekah -- well, she never made it to 18.

Henrik died two weeks before Rebekah turned 18. Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah died a few days later.

Within a year, they met Lucien, who had the name Freya on his arm. Finn stalked off, lost his temper, and killed several villagers. Kol followed, hungry and tired enough to eat his brother’s leftovers.

Sage came in like a whirlwind, a whirlwind that belongs in the trash, but a whirlwind nonetheless. Finn loved her at first sight -- and wow, that must’ve been new, Finn having positive feelings, or really any feelings at all.

He broke his personal rule and turned her. It was for naught, because Klaus daggered him soon after, and he, along with Rebekah, threw her out like the garbage she was.

Katherine was a hellion, and Klaus hated her. Elijah accused him of hating all the soulmates of his siblings, take Sage for example!, and ran off with her to sin.

Kol said, dryly of course (when did he ever say something in a tone that wasn’t dry?), that Katherine was going to die either way. Elijah likes to think he has control, but he’s just as bad as me, he’d said loftily.

Rebekah shut herself in her room, exhausted, sad, and, most of all, angry. When Finn had met Sage, she’d exploded in a rage about how she’d never meet her soulmate, because she didn’t have one. Elijah had tried comforting her; Kol had made some remark about sharing his. Klaus had said and done nothing, not wanting to meet nor share his mates.

Instead, he’d keep Sage far, far away, and kill Katherine, and finally be whole.

Klaus was not whole. Katherine was gone, only coming to them in rare moments she thought he wasn’t home, and went straight to Elijah. Elijah never spoke of her visits, and for someone who dared to say he put family first and foremost, he was marvellous at indirectly keeping Klaus bound to only one of his natures.

Even when they were nearing 900 years of the monotony of being immortal, and he met Stefan, he was not whole.

Stefan patched up his hurt, and spoke so often of Caroline that Klaus dreamt of a girl with any variety of body types, hair colors, skin colors, voices.

Klaus had never paid much thought to the girl, but Stefan’s constant chatter made him wonder. In his thoughts, despite the ever changing appearance, she was yelling at him. He never thought to find out if there was any significance to it (though he doubted it), because he had to deal with Stefan being a Ripper, and Rebekah falling madly in love with him (more like the idea of him).

When Stefan was sent away, memory-less, Klaus closed himself off again, all of the pain Stefan had distracted him from back with a vengeance.

(“Klaus, don’t. Please.” His eyes shone in one rare human moment. Klaus forced himself to not look away, forced himself to continue. It was too important that this happen.

“I have to. You can’t be found, Stefan. You can’t be taken from me this way.”

“What would Caroline think?” They’d just spoken about how she was surely kind, if she was to be their balance. They, with their darkness, needed someone light, and she would be it.

“I don’t care. Stefan, you’re going to forget you ever met Rebekah or myself, do you understand?”

“I understand.”)

Elijah, though he wasn’t happy with his brother, tried to comfort him. Rebekah cried, slapped, and screamed, and ran away from him, declaring he’d broken her heart once again. No asked after his own.

Caroline and Stefan hated him.

It wasn’t like Sage, who felt bitter anger, nor Katherine, who felt sarcastic fear. No, it was hatred. Stefan hated him for taking his memories, then his freewill, then his precious doppleganger (he’d killed her, all of her blood in bags in his cooler, and he was finally himself). Caroline hated him for making her want him when he was clearly evil.

Klaus pretended to be okay with Stefan’s hatred. Stefan had been, in the 1920’s, non-human in the truest sense of the words, uncaring. Klaus had grown used to coldness from him.

Caroline was a different story -- she treated Stefan like he was a god walking the Earth, looked at him like he could do no wrong. When she looked at Klaus, it was layered -- lust at the bottom, anger above that, feelings she didn’t acknowledge above that, and at the front, what everyone saw, barely concealed disdain. She found him to be evil, and so he acted like it...to everyone but her, and rarely, Stefan.

Rebekah hated that, hated seeing the baby vampire get all of his attention. Elijah heard the stories she told carefully, picking out the instances he felt he should remember. (Most painted Caroline in a bad light, and Klaus was oh so tempted to dagger her and never be forced to deal with her again.) Kol and Finn, from what little they heard of it, had no opinion except that Caroline needed to die. Not because she hated him, but because she was a weakness and really, what’s better than messing with Klaus?

Finn was killed before he could do it, and with him went Sage. The remaining siblings mourned him, of course, but he’d never liked any of them. Plus, it didn’t feel real.

Kol dying also didn’t feel real, especially since it was at the hands of one of his soulmates.

Kol had gone to them, telling his suspicions. You’re the first Bonnie and Jeremy I’ve come across, he’d said. Bonnie had told him he was wrong, and then Jeremy had killed him after a long ploy of trying to see if it was the truth. (It so obviously was. What other person named Kol had their names was there?)

Klaus vowed to kill them, all of them, just as they had killed both Finn and Kol. Elijah and Rebekah mourned uselessly -- just as Finn hadn’t liked them, they hadn’t liked Kol. His brothers deserved to be avenged, and that was why he threatened them, not because he cared about them.

(Or so he says. Stefan and Caroline hating him plus Finn and Kol dying nearly made him snap. He felt needlessly violent and so enraged and so, so vulnerable that he could have torn his hair out.)

Caroline gradually grew warmer to him. Stefan eventually forgave him for what happened in the 1920’s, but not for taking the doppelganger's life.

His wolf bayed and howled when he left, telling them he’d wait eternity for them.

He hadn’t looked back, but he’d felt Caroline’s eyes on him. He’d said he’d wait forever, and he meant it. He hoped, foolishly, that they would come to him sooner than later, but Stefan was nursing a hurt he couldn’t change, and Caroline felt so confused about him that he knew it would take a while.

He just sighed, and went back to the mansion to pack up his things. He would go to New Orleans to deal with the Deveraux girl and see Marcel, and he wouldn’t forget them, but he’d put them out of his mind.

(It was the memory of them that kept him from killing the wereslut and the child she claimed was his. Surely, they wouldn’t approve of that.)

Hayley had Hope, died, and didn’t come back. He couldn’t say he’d miss her, and neither would her soulmate -- she didn’t have one.

He stayed in their New Orleans home, Elijah and Rebekah at his side, despite their problems.

When Mother and Father came back, they made a united front. They even allowed Davina to be there, as she had fallen for some image of Kol in her head over the short year she’d been 18.

Finn and Kol came back, and Kol fell just as in love with Davina as she was with him. The body he was in was markless, so he took a sharpie and put Davina’s name on his arm. He left out Bonnie and Jeremy, because they’d killed him and he hated them and Davina wasn’t their soulmate, anyway, just his.

Finn, on the other hand, fought against them, then with them. He hated them, it was obvious, but he was alone except for them and their parents.

He quickly understood that with his siblings and niece was better than with his parents, and came to them.

Matt called, saying he’d turned 18, and gotten the name Rebekah Mikaelson on his arm. The last name was a rare occurrence, but it was clearly because Rebekah herself had no mark.

He told Matt that there were things happening in New Orleans that Rebekah had to attend to, and he had to stay away from. As soon as it was over, he could come, or she could leave. Just not yet.

Matt and Rebekah had taken the news as he expected -- understandingly and angrily, respectively. He shrugged, and moved along. He had bigger things to do than worry about soulmates.

Freya insinuated herself into the family seamlessly, except for the times that Klaus and Kol hated her.

Finn, Elijah, Rebekah, and Hope adored her, though, and she adored them back. The only problem was that she adored their parents, too, and wouldn’t hear a word of what they’d done to her siblings. Even her precious Finn and Elijah resented that she wouldn’t even listen to them.

So when Klaus killed Father, he didn’t care about her crying -- he had to protect Hope, and he had to stay alive long enough to finally have Stefan and Caroline. He wouldn’t care about some long-lost sister’s feelings.

She hated him. Hers was a name he added to a list that had been culminating for centuries. Her name wasn’t the one that hurt him the most by a far margin.

They came to him under cover of night, twenty five years having gone by.

Hope was travelling with Kol and Davina (who had nearly killed the Bennett witch and the littlest Gilbert upon meeting them), Elijah, Freya, and Finn out somewhere (he didn’t care to know where), so he had the home to himself.

Caroline was the one at the door, a duffle over her shoulder. Stefan shuffled on his feet behind her, hands in pockets and hair just as ridiculous as it had always been.

“May we come in?” She asked. “We all need to catch up.”

His grin was wide and slow. “Of course. It’ll be my pleasure.”

[ptonkin]

The writers just don't do a good job of balancing and they don't have enough variety. Even with TVD, Bonnie's scenes are almost all with Enzo now and people want to see more of her with Caroline & Damon. TO killed off a number of female characters (3 of the mains and 0 regular male characters), and I don't think Candice or Kat would go to TO - but it wouldn't hurt them to have more female characters on the show.

Davina and Cami were literally LI’s and nothing moretowards the end. Everything Davina did since the day Kol died to the day she died was all for him. For bringing him back. They could’ve added so much more into Davina becoming regent and her fall from grace, but instead Kol was literally all she thought about 24/7. I aint getting into it with Cami.

But I definitely agree, and by the looks of one of the new ladies (Playing Keelin) joining the cast is alive in the final episode due to BTS pics we have, whether or not she survives the finale (WOC & LGBT... not a good combo on this show at all) and we know that the lady playing Sofya is to be featured a bit too, plus Claire is said to be in half of the season at least by a writer.

So that’s two extra girls and another girl we dont get much of that’s gonna be in, plus Hope is now a fully functioning, speaking character which should add more lady screentime & the writers have confirmed Rebekah will get her own plot this season by searching and going on a journey, which hopefully part of which will play out on screen.

Freya is also said to be getting her own plot but shocking it is a love story she is getting, though ppl are excited about because lots of people think her LI is going to be Keelin, the werewolf Hayley brings in, so we’ll see how that pans out and hopefully it’s more than just a baiting, short lived, badly written LGBT story.

I dont think Kat would touch the show. She’s clearly very done with the CW. (However I do think Bonnie coming to the quarter for an episode because the witches know the powers of a bennett witch would’ve been interesting, alas) Candice is not someone I could say for sure about but considering if she ever went on it would be to prop up KC in some way or form and she hates that ship I’m leaning towards if she was ever asked she would turn it down.

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